The Blob Page #2

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I bet you've had better first dates.

I don't mind.

You want a soda?

That would be great. Something diet.

Absolutely. At this point the prognosis is very positive.

In cases like this, the question is always the quality of physical therapy.

The follow-up to any operation is to a great extent...

Doctor, come in here quickly!

I'm with a patient... There's a man dying in here! Hurry!

Excuse me a moment.

Is this the hand injury?

What is this?

That thing on his hand.

Nurse!

Sheriff's Department. Get me the Sheriff! It's an emergency.

Paul?

Geller speaking.

Sheriff, this is Paul Taylor.

Paul, what's wrong?

I'm at the Arborville Hospital. An old man's just been killed down here.

You said "killed"? Yes, sir.

You sit tight. I'll be right down. Who else is involved?

I'm with Meg Penny.

And Brian Flagg was here earlier. Flagg?

Where is he now?

Paul?

Paul!

I did see it, Dad. It killed Paul.

Sheriff.

How about it, Herb? Can we take her home?

You may as well, Tom.

Make sure she gets a good sleep.

We're not going to get anything out of her tonight. She's hysterical.

I have to call Paul Taylor's folks. They haven't heard from him.

Let's face it, Bill. They're not going to.

You get that to Sacramento tonight. And I want the autopsy pronto...

...not next week.

Jesus wept!

Herb, you okay?

Taylor was a good kid.

I want the son of a b*tch who did this.

I think we've already got him.

Scott! Cut it out. I told you.

Come on, Vicki. You're wearing my ring.

That makes you my girl. Doesn't that count for something?

What are all those lights down there? Isn't that the hospital?

It's probably a promotional gimmick.

They're giving away free tonsillectomies.

I think that you're about ready for another one of my famous...

...cherry coolers. I think I've had enough.

Nonsense. You've never had enough.

My very own blend of special imported liquors.

Okay.

It's like a steam bath in here. Here's your drink, Vicki.

Hot as a dog out there tonight.

That's a...

That's a nice blouse.

Nice material.

It must be hot, though.

I'll just undo one of these for you.

That's better, huh?

Oh, no?

Oh, well.

I'll just...

...undo another one then.

Okay.

Oh God, Vicki!

No!

I shouldn't have let her go out with the son of a b*tch...

...in the first place.

Lower your voice. That poor boy's probably dead.

I want to know what happened out there tonight.

Whatever it was that Flagg kid was behind it.

It's about time they nailed that little psychopath.

His arse is going to fry this time. Believe me.

Here, take this.

I don't want it.

Come on, honey. You have to get some sleep.

That's my good girl.

Now, just let it alone.

I'm sure the police will have this whole thing settled by the morning.

Come on.

Mum?

You don't believe me either, do you?

You're home now.

You're safe.

That's all that matters.

Look at him. He's too stupid to know how much trouble he's in.

Why don't you wise up?

I told you everything. I'm getting tired of hearing myself talk.

We're not boring you, are we? A bright kid like you?

Am I under arrest?

Because if I am, I want a lawyer.

Now he wants a lawyer.

That's right. If you're not booking me, I'd like to leave.

Either way, I want you out of my face.

Oh yeah, hard-arse?

I'm in your face to stay. What are you going to do about it?

Go ahead, hit me!

Go ahead.

Any luck with his mama?

I can't seem to find her.

That's not unusual, is it?

She takes vacations with Johnnie Walker Red...

...and anyone else who happens to be around.

We could call his dad, if anyone knew who he was.

Call a shrink. I'm a broken man.

You think this is a joke?

Turn him loose.

We got eyewitnesses placing him at the crime scene.

We got no motive. No evidence. He hasn't got a drop of blood on him.

Flagg's a punk. But he's no killer. I think it's a mistake.

Your objection is duly noted. Now turn him loose. We got work to do.

Go on.

Take a hike.

Brian! I need to talk to you.

What the hell are you doing here?

Look, I came down to bail you out.

What do you think they are, Neiman-Marcus?

They don't take plastic.

Look, I appreciate the thought. Now, go home, okay?

I need to talk to you.

I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I really am.

I'm tired and hungry, and I'm not in the mood for conversation, okay?

George. Frannie. Que pasa?

Hey, hotshot, we're closed.

Come on. I've been dumped on all day. Give me a break.

What's the matter, dear, tough day at the office?

Well, grill's shut down. How about a sandwich?

Beautiful.

You don't give up, do you?

I need your help.

For three years in school you haven't said sh*t to me.

All of a sudden you need my help and we're best friends, right?

Nobody believes me about what happened tonight.

What did happen?

You were there. You saw.

All I saw was an old man with a funky hand. That's all I saw.

Thanks.

Can I get you something, hon?

No, thank you.

The thing on that man's hand killed him and then it killed Paul.

And whatever it is, it's getting bigger.

Is that what you told the cops?

Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?

I know you're the homecoming queen type and all, but...

...are you strung out on something, or what?

You're just the same.

What are you talking about?

You act like you're different. You put on this big show.

But you're just like everyone else in this town. You're full of sh*t, Flagg!

Wait a second!

Calm down, all right? I'm sorry, okay?

Come on, sit down.

You okay?

You want something to eat?

Here. Go ahead, it'll make you feel better.

Unbelievable.

It's just that I've never heard you say "sh*t" before.

What was that like for you?

We're coming up empty here. Should we head to the foothills?

Negative. I'd rather have you patrolling the streets.

We'll start that at first light, when the state police come in.

Ten-four.

You look exhausted.

It's been a long night. Thank you.

It's going to be even longer.

That's the truth.

One deputy and six volunteers. I feel like the one-legged man...

...in an arse-kicking contest.

You're doing all you can, Herb. This isn't your normal, Friday night drunk.

Something wrong?

I'm just worried about a friend of mine.

I guess I'm worried about everybody tonight.

Dessert.

Fran. That sandwich busted me.

On the house. Last two pieces. Eat up, or I chuck it in the garbage.

Thanks.

Sh*t.

Here. I'll get that.

I'll get it.

Here. Knock yourself out. Well, thanks.

What is this?

Don't touch him!

Fran, come on!

In the freezer!

Hear anything?

I'm okay.

I'm going to get us out of here. I promise.

Come on, answer!

Your call can not be completed as dialled.

Please check the number, and dial again.

Sheriff's Station. Help me!

Get me Herb. Get Herb Geller.

He went down to the diner.

You ready?

Okay.

Great. I killed the strawberry jam.

Let's get out of here.

The front door is locked.

That's okay. I got a key.

Merciful God.

Hello?

Is anybody...

...hurt?

We need to see the Sheriff!

I don't know where he is.

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