Pulse 2: Afterlife Page #4
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- 2008
- 89 min
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What's that?
Come here.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I love you so much.
Justine, wake up.
Come on, stop!
Please, please, please.
Oh, my God.
Attention. You will be
transferred to a secure location...
outside existing
cellular coverage zones.
All transferees will be supplied food,
shelter and necessary provisions...
till the crisis is past.
Hey, squirt, come here.
Squirt, there is a bus out there.
It is our ticket out of here. Okay?
When I give you the word,
I need you to run straight for the bus.
You can do that?
- Mm-hmm.
- Good girl.
Come on. Come over here.
Daddy's got you.
Okay, run. Run!
Justine, keep going!
Come on, squirt! Run!
Run! Come on!
You can do it. You can do it, kid.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
- Justine, come on!
- She needs me.
No. Justine.
She is dead, and there's nothing
that we can do that can change that.
Come on.
Justine, look at me.
I will make this right.
I promise I will make this right.
Y-You have to believe in me.
C-Can you do that?
Then I need you to run
straight to the bus.
And whatever you do,
never look back.
Okay?
I love you with all my heart.
I love you too, Daddy.
Okay.
Now go.
I'll be right behind you.
I'm right behind you.
I love you...
always.
Daddy! Daddy!
Daddy!
- Hold on, little soldier! Not so fast.
- Let me go!
- No, no. You're coming with us!
- Let me go!
- Let me go!
- You're coming with us, sweetie.
No!
I know you'll never stop, Michelle.
And there's no
place that I can take
our daughter where she
won't try to find you...
and you her.
So if you feel that you need
to punish me for what
it is that I've done...
or if you just want someone
to share the loneliness...
then...
I'll come with you.
You can take me.
But please take me alone.
- I'm begging you. For Justine.
- Daddy!
Daddy!
Dad!
- Daddy!
- For your daughter.
For our- For our little girl.
Please.
- You'll be okay with us. I promise.
- No! No. No.
- Gonna take you-
- No! No!
You'll be okay.
We'll take care of you. I promise you.
- No!
- I got her. I got her.
I always loved you, Michelle.
Always and forever.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Ah.
It hurts now,
sweetheart.
It won't always.
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