Suspension Page #2

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Just... Stop talking now.

Try the strap.

Whoa. He's not dead yet.

Hold on, fella. We're gonna help you.

He's lost a lot of blood.

You pull that out now,

he's a goner for sure.

Get on the radio and get Harry over here.

He-He...

He's out there.

He-He's out there.

It's okay. Calm down. It's gonna be okay.

No.

No. It isn't.

Oh. Damn.

Thank you.

Shh. Do you hear that?

How'd that get out there?

Get the bucket.

Sorry.

I don't think we'll be able

to patch it up this time.

You really like the story, huh?

It's not scary for you?

Because it gets worse.

I'm warning you.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

All right, but don't say I didn't warn you.

This sick bastard went

on a spree 10 years ago...

and killed eight people... including

his own son... with a claw hammer.

I give you Tom Hanson.

Why'd you stop?

- I know who this is.

- Who?

And, if it's him,

I know where he's headed.

Yeah?

He's gonna finish the job.

The FBI will be here in the morning.

It'll all be over by then.

This ends tonight.

- Hello?

- Hey!

- How's it going?

- Fine.

I'm at Frank's party.

God, it's so awesome.

- I'm so happy for you.

- I wish you'd just get over it and come.

Get over it? Seriously?

Yeah, seriously. Be normal for once.

Oh, normal. What, like Theresa?

Is that what I'm supposed to be like?

No, it's just you've been being weird.

I'm weird?

You're the one that

wants to get all stoned...

and be all gross with Frank...

- and God knows what, you slut!

- What?

F*** you!

Damn.

This guy's out there. He's gonna kill us.

He worked for me. This guy worked for me.

He bred horses,

took people on trail rides.

You need to find him.

You damn well know what he did.

He killed all those people in my barn.

I was there.

What do you mean you have no idea?

Are you kidding me?

These cookies are

gonna be a big hit at the bake sale.

No, you listen... No, listen to me.

You know who this guy is.

Don't pull that crap on me.

Are you telling me

I'm alone all of a sudden?

Hello?

- Who was that?

- None of your concern.

I don't know what you've got going on.

Maybe I don't need to.

But God sees everything.

May I remind you of that?

- There's no need to worry.

- Oh, I'm not worried.

The Lord looks after us.

And he loves my cookies.

Just don't test him. That's all.

- And be careful with that. I've noticed in the last...

- I'm fine, Vera.

- Do we need to pray harder?

- I said I'm fine!

Wesley!

- Oh, my goodness!

- Silence, woman.

Call 911.

It's dead.

Maybe we should just wait.

All right, boy.

We'll show him what's what.

We're gonna show him, huh?

You go get him, boy. You go get him, huh?

Go on. On three.

Three, two, one.

Stay inside. Lock the door.

Wesley! Wesley!

Our Father who art in heaven...

Our Father...

Wesley!

Wesley!

Here, boy.

Damn.

Oh, God. Oh...

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth

as it is in heaven.

- Wesley. Boy!

- Give us this day our daily bread...

and forgive our trespasses, as we

forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory, for ever and ever.

Amen.

Sh*t.

Alec!

Alec!

Vera!

Alec!

Get away from him!

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

No!

Please.

Please, God. Please, God.

Please don't.

No. Please.

Please, no! Jesus! Please! Help!

- How you guys doin'? Good?

- Havin' fun.

What's up, dude?

Good to see ya. Yeah.

- What's up? How ya doin'?

- Hey! Come on in!

Good to see ya!

Good to see everybody!

My girl!

Yeah, yeah. Whoo!

Come on, baby, play with me

Whoo!

Are you guys ready to party?

Whoo-hoo! Whoo!

Hey, bud.

Here. This will get you going.

No, man. No "E" for me.

Come on, the girls are on it,

as they should be.

What?

You know Emily and I

were tight when we were kids?

I've known her since preschool.

- Who, the freak?

- Yeah.

I knew her before the whole...

You know.

What, was she your girlfriend

when you were five?

Something like that.

The funny thing is she's probably the only

chick you haven't hooked up with.

You're an a**hole.

Hey, I get it. I see the appeal.

Gotta love it when

the straight chicks go slanted.

A toast.

To the crazy ones.

Speaking of which, check out little Carrie.

I gave her a couple of blues

half hour ago.

- Whoa.

- Carrie.

I knew she had potential.

Come on.

- Oop. Hey.

- Oops.

I love the way you're dancing.

berhot.

Thanks.

"ber" means "super" in German.

Ever been to Germany? Berlin?

No.

The place is sick.

Sh*t is tight.

Uh-oh.

Wait here.

Jeremy?

Jeremy?

Jeremy?

Roar!

Ohh!

You are in trouble, mister!

You are. You are.

Jacobs, come in.

Jacobs, do you read? Come in.

Jacobs, do you read? Come in.

10-4. Read you loud and clear, boss.

Everything all right with you?

Yes, sir. Why?

Nothing?

Complete nothing.

Noddy-noddy nothin'.

Does he know you're there?

No, sir. I'm undercover.

Go and check on them.

Copy that.

And, Jacobs, watch your back.

Yes, sir.

All right, all right.

You're a super cop.

Mr. Miller?

Mr. Miller, it's the police.

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Police.

Mr. Miller?

It's the police.

- Boss.

- Yeah?

They're not here, sir.

No one's answering the door?

No, sir. Back door was open though.

What, are you calling me

from inside the house?

I'm calling from inside the house.

That's a good one, sir.

Search the house, Deputy,

and get back to me.

Yes, sir.

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t. F*** me.

Super cop.

Police!

Police! Don't move! I have a gun!

I will shoot you! I have a gun!

Don't move! I will shoot you!

Don't move, I said! I have a gun!

I will shoot you!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, God.

I'm... I'm not a super cop.

Get outta here, pig.

I'm sorry.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

It's cool. It's cool.

It's cool. It's cool. It's cool. It's cool.

Hey.

Gettin' sleepy, huh?

Okay. Oh.

- Come on.

- Let's get you to bed.

Sleep tight.

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

I've been waiting for this all day long.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

But I have to show you something first.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

- Pics or video?

- Video.

My favorite.

- ... you're a crazy little b*tch.

- I'm not!

- Nobody likes you.

- I'm not crazy!

- Say it!

- No... No!

Say "I am a crazy b*tch."

- I won't say it!

- "Crazy bi..."

- What the f***, Theresa?

- F*** yourself.

I can't believe you did that.

When was this?

Why do you like her so much?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Jason, she's a freak!

That's so pretty.

Come on, baby.

You want to go outside and get some air?

Air.

- That's not what you want.

- No, I want to show you something.

Come on.

This is Emily.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hello?

Uh, hey, it's Jason, from school.

I just wanted to know if you were okay.

I mean, I know what Theresa did to you, and

that's really messed up, but...

I don't want to go.

Why are we going in the back?

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