Pistol Whipped Page #6

You're not getting out of this alive.

You know something?

I'm not planning on it.

Then why'd you come here?

I came here to kill you.

Yeah, well,

I didn't come alone.

Yeah, neither did I.

Look up on that hill.

(BECKY SCREAMING)

I got it, I got it. Shut up!

You motherf***er.

If you ever want to see Becky

again, then lower your gun.

Go get them!

All right! Let's go!

God damn it, get up, get up!

You're not dead.

Come on, you son

of a b*tch, get up.

(GRUNTING)

BECKY:
Stop!

Stop, don't do it!

Stop! Don't do it!

Take him, I tell you! What

the f*** are you aiming at?

Go to your dad. Go to

your dad. Let him see you.

Okay.

Go!

Daddy! Daddy! I'm okay.

You're one bad motherf***er,

I'll tell you that, Matt.

That's how we do it.

That's how we go.

Can you believe this sh*t?

I'm gonna die in a graveyard.

You want to be

cremated or buried?

Buried.

Daddy! Daddy, I'm okay!

You're cremated now,

motherf***er.

Daddy! Dad!

Daddy, where are you? Dad!

Daddy, Daddy.

I love you.

Let's get out of here,

what do you say?

Yes.

You know what

I really want, right?

I can't really remember.

I really want a dog.

What kind of dog do you want?

German shepherd.

Really?

Yeah. I told you before.

Please. How many times

have you told me before?

Quite a few times?

Yes, lots.

(BECKY LAUGHING)

Okay, let's ask Mommy

what she says.

Okay.

'Cause, you know, if she says

you can have one I'll get you one.

Okay.

It's good to have

you back, Dad.

(BELLS TOLLING)

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