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avoid being raped by the bastard? Yes.

Okay.

Horace.

Don't let her out of your sight.

Yepper.

Here.

Drink some of this nice cold water.

It'll make you feel better.

I'm dying, mom.

No.

My boy is not going to die!

Not ever!

They're coming.

I'm going to make us dim.

I can do it.

But you have to keep

perfectly quiet.

I love you.

Quiet, Charles.

It can still be all right.

I'm scared.

Charles Brady, come out with

your hands open and empty.

I'm so scared, mom.

Shh.

I have to do us.

Keep still.

Dim.

Open up, Brady.

I'm in no mood to be polite!

Police! Hands up!

Ira. Soames.

There's nothing in the kitchen.

I told you to wait on my word.

I thought you gave it.

A lot of cats. Well, I

can see that, dick-head.

Brody, can you handle it?

Come on.

Give it a push.

Oh, sh*t.

What a Polish fire drill.

Get out of there!

Get back in the damn car!

Now! Move!

Move! Move!

Move! Move!

What?

Cold draft.

Use one right now, could you?

I'd like to set up a couple of

checkpoints in and out of town.

The perp's history by now, ira.

He killed one of my men.

Look.

All you got is one hysterical little

girl with a very vivid imagination.

What about the cats?

What about 'em, ira?

Listen. That little girl

needs a good smack on the butt.

And if her mama and daddy won't do it...

I'll happily volunteer.

Stay away from her, soames.

Hmm. This is the best meal

I had since my wife passed on.

Boy, if ira found out,

he'd kill me.

Well, it was already made,

deputy.

Uh, there's one more ear of corn here.

Would you like it?

Well...

well, yes, ma'am.

She's been up there

an awfully long time, honey.

Do you think we should... she's

taking a nice hot bath.

She just needs to get clean.

Honey, is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm just getting out.

Your mother's keeping

supper warm for you.

Honey?

Um... thanks, daddy, um...

I just thought I would, uh,

lie down for a little while.

Could you call me when the

sheriff gets here with the cat?

Yeah, I will.

I love you, honey.

I love you too, daddy.

What was that?

Who's there?

Identify yourself.

Police officers.

Maybe it was the wind.

It was not the f***in' wind.

You're right.

That was not the f***ing wind.

Who could that be?

Let me take a peek.

State police.

Probably soames.

Hope he don't think he's gonna

question her before ira gets here.

I'll get this.

Hi, I'm Mary Brady,

Charles' mother.

- Charles couldn't come himself.

- Donald, who is it?

I'll take care of it, Helen.

Just stay in the kitchen.

- Look, Mrs. Brady... - but I know he

wanted you to have these flowers.

Donald! Donald?

You have a lovely home,

Mrs. robertson.

I've had lovely homes too.

We never stay long.

Hey!

You stay away from 'em!

If you'd just

call your daughter for me.

- What?

- My son is badly hurt. He may be dying.

Your daughter

tried to kill my Charles.

Good! I hope he dies!

I hope you both die!

I hope you both die

and rot in hell!

He's my son!

My only son!

Daddy? Mom?

Mom? Daddy?

Oh, my God. No!

No! No!

Get off me!

What have you done?

This is how they came out on the camera?

That's it.

Hmm. So was the camera

moving or...

no. See? The background and

the clothes are in focus.

Hmm. Laura,

would get that damn thing.

Take a look at the collar.

Mm-hmm.

Travis sheriff's department.

Where's ira? Horace?

What's going on?

There's a woman here. She said

she's the Brady kid's mother.

- I think she killed don robertson.

- Slow down.

There's blood everywhere!

No vegetables, no dessert.

Those are the rules.

Horace! What's going on there?

Hello, Horace?

Come on, Horace.

Answer the phone.

Are you there?

Horace?

Answer the damn phone!

Horace!

That woman over there, see?

Hold it, right there.

Put her down.

- Put the girl down.

- Give me back my daughter!

Put her down!

Oh!

Get soames!

Every man he has!

Castle rock too!

Put her down!

Drop the gun, lady... now!

Hello, dear.

What's happening?

Where are you taking me?

To see Charles, dear.

No!

No!

No! No!

Get back!

Let go of me!

Get in here, you b*tch!

Oh, my God.

No!

Charles, my beautiful Charles!

Mommy's home.

See what mommy's brought you?

He's dead.

Look at him.

He's dead.

No! He'snotdead!

He's sleeping.

Can't you see he's sleeping?

You know what I bet

he'd love to do?

You'd like to dance,

wouldn't you, my darling?

That's his favorite song.

Did you know that?

I said, did you know that?

No.

Yes.

He's a wonderful dancer.

But you don't have to take

my word for it.

You can see for yourself.

What?

Dance with him.

Dance with...

with Charles.

Dance with my son.

Relax.

He's a wonderful dancer.

He'll lead.

No!

There!

That's it. Dance.

Clovis?

No, no!

No! No! No!

Yes! Now, Charles! Now!

Good! Good, Charles. Feed.

- Suck her dry!

- No!

Stop! You're killing him!

Die!

- No!

- Tanya, get out of there!

No! Help me!

Go!

No! Oh, my God!

Holy sh*t!

Wait, wait, wait, wait! No!

Now! Now! We've gotta go!

No!

Come on!

Wait!

Damn it!

Charles was dead, wasn't he?

Yes, he was dead! Yes! Let's go!

No!

No! No!

No! No!

Hey, mom!

Sheriff!

No! No!

Oh, come on!

Oh, God, help me!

Sheriff!

Oh, God.

You killed my son!

My only son!

Clovis.

It's just you and me, clovis.

Just you and me.

The end...

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