Running Scared Page #9

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They're coming.

They're on their way.

OK.

We're still going to the game

Friday night, right, Dad?

I love you, Nick!

OK, he wants--he wants

to go to the game, baby.

Yeah. We're going to

go to the game.

We're going to f***ing

kick their asses, right, Mom?

They are going down

big f***ing time!

You--you have a bad mouth.

Yep. Yep.

It's not that bad. You will be OK.

Joe.

I am right here.

I am right here. I am right here.

Joe. Joe!

Joe?

Joe. God, no, don't!

God, no!

God! Joe!

Keep the kid outside.

I don't want him going in there.

Keep that boy over there.

We got to move in.

This guy's CPT.

Come on, let's move.

Louise.

Louise.

Good girl. How's it going?

George...

the alternator's in the car.

All right.

Don't ever ask me

to bury you again, Joe.

Hey.

So, what did they put

in that coffin really?

What?

- What did they put in that coffin?

- What'd they put in the coffin?

Yeah.

- Why? Did it seem kind of heavy?

- Yeah!

I don't know. I am thinking...

probably a couple of blue shirts.

Must have been Lashaub and McCall.

- That sound good?

- And Cavin.

And Cavin?

You want some of this, too?

For sure, Marishka.

Marishka?

You want some of this, too?

I am going to check

the both of you right now...

right in this house.

How about that?

Grab his head.

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