Nowhere to Run Page #4

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Clydie.

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven.

Kentucky Avenue.

Who has that?

Nobody.

Oh, a six.

Where's...? Where is it?

Where am I?

Ah! Run! Run!

Go get the kids. Get the kids.

Run!

What do you want?

My God!

Argh!

John, try using the stairs.

- Bree, upstairs.

- Open the door, kid.

Open the goddamn door!

I'll climb out the window,

look for help.

You can't do that. You'll fall.

I've done it before.

I'm gonna tell Mom.

Mom.

Bree.

The other little

sh*t went out the window.

Please don't hurt my children.

Clydie?

Clydie?

Clydie?

What's the matter?

Lonnie! Ah!

Now, go find the other kid.

I'm over here, you big, fat jerk.

Come on out, kid.

Come on, son. I wouldn't hurt you.

Shh.

Sam.

Stay here.

Stupid sh*t.

I'm gonna kill

that little son of a b*tch.

Ugh!

All right, no more threats.

No more bullshit.

You know what we're here for.

I'm not gonna hurt her.

What are you doing...?

Please.

Mommy. Mommy.

You stay in there and no noise.

I'm sick of this town. I'm sick of you.

I wanna go home.

Now, sign the f***ing contract.

Here's a pen. Sign the contract.

I'm sorry it had to come to this.

Right here.

Very good.

Go to hell.

Get out now.

Go. This is my house.

No. We can't leave before the fire.

What?

I'm afraid I can't take the risk.

Al, if you will.

Ah! No!

Watch her. Watch her.

Where is he?

Get up.

Sam. Sam.

Leave him alone. No.

Ah!

Sam.

You okay?

Just stay behind me.

Sam!

Au revoir, f***er.

- Clydie.

- Sam.

Don't come any closer.

Let her go.

Don't think of it.

Let her go!

Stay back. Stay back.

Throw the gun down.

Throw the gun down now.

Throw the gun down.

Do it.

Bree?

Mom.

Okay.

Put your hands above your head.

I'm Franklin Hale. I own this valley.

Turn around and face the house.

There's an escaped convict in there.

Turn and face the house. Do it!

Go. You can still get away.

No.

Sam Gillen!

The house is surrounded. Come out

with your hands above your head.

Why do they want you?

You didn't do anything wrong.

A long time ago, I did some things

I was not supposed to do.

Are they gonna take you to jail?

Yes.

I don't want you to go.

I've got to go.

I don't want you to.

Good bye, Mookie.

Good bye, Mookie.

Goodbye, Bree.

Bye, Sam.

Are you coming back?

I'll find a way.

Somehow I'll find a way

to come back to you.

No matter how long it takes.

We'll be here.

I know.

I love you.

I love you too.

You saved a lot of lives here.

That ought to count

for something.

It's okay.

Sam.

Goodbye, my friend.

Goodbye, Sam.

Go.

You bastard.

Do you know who I am?

I know what you are.

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