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I don't know what
I'm doing here anymore.
I need to go home.
You kids been getting
into trouble?
Amber, get in the car.
And you, darlin',
I think you've overstayed
your welcome.
Amber, I said get in the car.
Hey, look, you don't
have to listen to him.
Don't even try it.
Put that shotgun down.
All right,
this charade is over.
I don't want to see the
four of you together again.
Hey.
Hey, I want you to know that
And I'm sorry.
Cam and I, we were immature,
and we... we didn't mean
for any of this to happen.
It's okay.
I understand.
Holly, Hal will get you up
and running in no time.
All right, kids. Get
her back to my place.
What, you're not gonna tow it?
It's a block away.
Push.
So...
how's the college life?
It's different,
that's for sure.
Yeah.
It's definitely not for me.
You must have wanted to
leave here at some point.
Why would I want
to live anywhere else?
People don't care
what you do here.
We just party, and we
can do whatever we want.
Plus, you know, what would
these two do without me?
Foreign cars,
that's my specialty.
Yeah, I've seen
radiators like this.
Might even have one of these
Hey, Cam,
it's your old coupe.
Hey, put that back.
That's Veronica.
Heh heh.
Nothing wrong with naming
your car after a girl.
Yeah.
Sport, did you hear
what I said?
Oh, yeah. Veronica.
What about this one?
'86 Silverado.
That numskull, always
chewing up his tires.
Can you tell me where
I might find the owner?
Well, I can't say.
We don't, uh, talk about other
folks like that around here.
No, no.
How long have we been walking?
I cannot feel my feet.
I don't even know what
we're looking for.
The mechanic said
There's gotta be something.
Well, I mean, look,
we've been out here for hours.
It's gonna be dark soon.
Yeah, we'll come back.
Hey, guys!
Down here!
Look. Tire tracks.
This has to be it.
Wow.
I didn't know this was up here.
Holly, hang with me.
Come on.
Look at this place.
Home, sweet home.
Come on.
Keep a lookout.
Whistle if you see anything.
Cam?
Hello.
Stay close.
Matt!
Over here.
Won't budge.
No sh*t.
Hang in there, buddy.
Hey, guys, I found him.
Nathan?
He's locked in the pen.
Nathan?
I'm going to get Amber.
Yeah.
Nathan.
What are you...
Nathan.
Oh, my God.
It's locked.
Can you pick it?
Yeah, yeah, I think so.
Um...
No.
I'll check it out.
We have to get out.
I'm not leaving Nathan.
Holly. Holly, he's back.
I'm not leaving.
No, it's just a matter of time
before he comes in here, okay?
Don't worry.
I will get Nathan out.
Come on.
Come on. Come on!
No, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
We'll be right
behind you, okay?
Be careful. Go.
What, you want
to get rough, old man?
Come on. Let's go.
No!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
No!
H- Help me! Help me!
Help!
You're late, pretty boy.
Just making the rounds.
No Jack Abel tonight?
Looks that way.
What are you in for?
How 'bout 20?
No!
Holly!
Holly...
You...
belong with your mother.
Yaah!
Oh, my God.
No.
Help me!
Somebody help me.
Please, what are you doing?
Please, wait.
Please just
let me go. Please.
Please. Please.
Please.
Please.
Ow. Ow.
No.
Nurse...
prepare the conductor.
Two ladies.
I'm calling it a night.
Luck's not running
your way, huh, boss?
Just rags tonight.
Clark!
Jersey, get an ambulance
out here.
Okay. On my mark.
Okay.
Oh, God.
It's okay.
It's okay.
She wasn't lying.
She wasn't lying.
Sandra?
Oh, hey.
Hey.
I'm here now.
Hey. I thought
I'd lost you.
Nathan?
Nathan?
Nathan, please say something.
Hey.
Hey, hey.
I'm here.
I have you now.
This is Clark.
We're at the compound now.
Jersey and Bobby are
searching the grounds.
God damn.
Sheriff Richards!
Can you comment
on the incident?
Sheriff?
Let's give him some room.
All right? Back up.
There'll be plenty of time
for answering questions
later, all right?
Hey.
You okay?
I want you to meet someone.
Thank you.
All right, here we go.
Ms. Teller.
I need to know
what happened up there.
Well, Sheriff...
sometimes your problems
are your own.
Oh, my God.
My baby.
Oh. Oh, my God.
Come here.
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