Rest Stop Page #3

Yeah, there she is.

There's my wife there.

- And that's your little boy?

- He's Michael Jr., yeah.

Really beautiful.

- Good-Iooking boy.

- Yeah.

Yeah. He just had his birthday yesterday.

I got him one of those

little battery-operated motorcycles.

You know, he wants to be

just like his old man.

You know, he was...

...riding it all around the house last night.

He was...

...hitting the little siren that dings.

It was like:

That thing was driving me nuts.

I told him to be quiet.

I yelled at him, made him cry.

It was a f***ed-up thing, Nicole.

You say something so f***ing stupid

like that.

You know, it ends up

being your last words.

- Hey. You're not gonna die, okay?

- Stop it.

I'm lucky enough to be just breathing

right now.

You gotta do me a favor, okay?

You gotta take my badge...

...you gotta give it to me wife, all right?

You gotta give it to her. Okay? Promise me?

And you just tell her I love her, all right?

I want you to give Mikey

a little kiss for me too.

- All right? You tell him I love him too.

- Stop it.

Please stop. Don't talk like that, okay?

Look, there has to be a way out of here.

There just has to be. Okay?

- We're gonna...

- Listen to me. Listen to me.

Listen to me.

When I was training for the service...

...my commanding officer...

...he gave us a little tip.

He had seen a lot of guys

eat the sh*t sandwich, you know?

He told me, he said:

"Son...

...if you ever get shot out there...

...you think it hurts like hell."

He said, "When it don't hurt so bad...

...that's when you're not gonna make it."

Nicole. I gotta tell you...

...it don't really hurt so bad.

- Officer, please...

- Stop it.

- Come on, now. Stop it.

- Okay.

Stop it. Stop it.

Oh, God. He's back.

Hang on.

Leave us alone.

Please, go away.

The cops are coming,

you f***ing a**hole!

Hey. You son of a b*tch.

You hear me?

What the f*** are you doing?

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Hey. He locked us in.

Don't let him trap you, Nicole.

Do not let him trap you.

Okay.

Let me go!

Let go of me! No.

Let me go. Oh, my God.

You f***ing pervert. Let me go!

Oh, my God!

Nicole.

Nicole. Are you okay?

He'll be back.

He's a sick predator, Nicole.

He's enjoying this.

He's been at it for a long time.

We're gonna get him, Nicole.

Backup is on its way.

No, they're not.

What?

We're all alone. We're alone.

Take my gun, Nicole.

I want you to take my gun.

And when he comes back...

...I want you to shoot him. Okay?

I don't know how.

It's easy. You can do it. Come here.

Come here. Come on.

Take it. It's over there.

There you go. Just pull it out.

Okay.

Now, you see the hammer there?

The little thing that's sticking... Yeah.

Now...

...you pull that back. Okay?

You aim the gun, and you pull the trigger.

- Okay?

- I don't know if l...

You can do it. You can do it.

Use your pain.

Just make sure that you hold

the gun real tight, okay...

...because it's your off-hand.

Okay, okay.

That's it.

There he is.

Go shoot the door, Nicole.

That's it. Do it.

Do it, Nicole. You can do it.

Fire it. Shoot it.

Hold it.

Go check.

Go ahead.

Did you get him?

Go see. Just be careful.

I don't see him.

Wait. Wait.

Nicole.

You shouldn't ever see this.

I'm so f***ed.

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

I love you. I love you, Nicole.

No! Don't shoot it.

- It's gasoline.

- Oh, God. Oh, God.

He's gonna burn us. Don't...

Don't shoot.

He's trying to burn us out, Nicole.

- Oh, God. Okay.

- Go.

Okay, okay. I've got you.

Oh, God! Oh, it hurts like hell.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Nicole. Nicole?

I think I can get this open. Hang on.

Nicole.

I can't get out.

Okay. Okay.

Maybe I can lead him off.

And then I can come back for you.

- Maybe he's gone.

- No f***ing way.

Oh, God.

Son of a...

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Somehow.

- There's two bullets left in the gun.

- Okay.

Use them on me.

- What?

- Please, Nicole. Please, Nicole.

I don't wanna burn.

Please don't let him burn me.

No. I'm not gonna shoot you.

- You can.

- No.

- Please.

- No, I'll shoot him.

- And then we'Il...

- No, you'll miss.

- I'm gonna f***ing burn, Nicole.

- No, you're not.

I do not wanna burn.

Please don't let him burn me.

I will not have him burn me. Please.

- No.

- I'm begging you, Nicole. Just shoot me.

- I told you. I'm dead anyway, Nicole.

- No.

It don't hurt so bad.

Just shoot me, please. Please, Nicole.

Christ...

Oh, Christ, please, just shoot me, Nicole.

Please.

- Okay. Okay.

- Come on.

I don't know how.

I don't know what to do.

Nicole. Put it in my mouth.

- No, Mike.

- Put it.

- Put it in my mouth.

- No, I can't. I can't.

Do it!

Please, Nicole. Please. I'm begging you.

Shoot the gun. Do it!

Christ, just shoot the gun!

You dumb b*tch! Come on!

F*** you!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Three.

Two.

One.

Oh, God.

- You missed.

- No.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.

- Shoot me again.

Shoot me again! Shoot me right now.

- Okay, okay.

- Okay!

Oh, God.

I can't...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

No, no. He was there. He was there.

I never asked you why.

Why what?

Why did you say yes?

Why did you say you'd go

to California with me?

I came because of you.

You're full of sh*t.

I've known you

since the 10th grade, Nic.

There's no way you'd go

to California just for me.

You're full of sh*t.

But I'm right.

Aren't I?

Okay.

Maybe...

Maybe I was...

...just tired of everybody telling me

what's the right thing to do.

You know? I mean, it's my life.

You know, I can do

what I damn well please.

I'll tell you one thing:

Whatever happens...

...I'd do it again.

If only just for today.

We were ass-wrong about that...

...weren't we, Jess?

Jesse.

No. Jesse.

No...

Jesse.

Son of a b*tch!

No!

Come on.

Oh, f***.

No, no, wait.

Come on, come on.

Where are you?

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Easy. Breathe.

F***.

That's it. That's it. That's...

Oh, boy.

Please, please, light.

Son of a b*tch.

What?

Be careful. It's wet paint.

Looks nice.

Yeah, you should have seen it.

It was quite a fire here.

- What happened?

- Somebody broke into my office.

Messed up the place.

Set fire to the girls' room.

Drifters, probably.

Hope they got what they deserved.

Anyway, have a good day.

Thanks.

Help me.

- Hello?

- Please.

I'll go get help.

Hey! Hey, there's somebody

trapped in there!

- What?

- You got a key? There's a girl!

- I heard her in there.

- In here?

I swear.

I really heard her.

Help me.

Scotty!

What the hell you doing there, man?

I told you, this is our secret.

You're gonna take this

to our grave, do you understand?

Now, sit back down there

and eat your food, all right?

I don't know what

the hell is wrong with you.

Stupid door!

Sh*t.

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