The Fields Page #4

Do you want to go back to your mother?

Go back home with me now?

Do not talk to your mom, I know

do not see this all the time but...

I love your mother and I love you you.

I'll try harder.

- And so, yes.

- Here you go.

Thank you sweetness. Thank you.

- Here are Misses.

- Thank you.

Bonnie cherish you like?

Oh look who it is.

I'll bring the police if you stop

another second tough guy here.

Look at Sue... - Oh I know, why not

trying to get their hands on?

Idiot. Just get out of here Barry

're a f***ing joke.

You're a joke and you dad

a husband f***ing joke.

Barry Move, get out of here!

F***ing fagot!

That's great friend, go away because it is

the best decision you've made f***ing idiot.

What the f*** are you doing here? Think you

can come in here and everything will be fine?

You put a f***ing gun in my face

in front of our son.

Do you realize that?

What hell were you thinking?

Did you think even for a moment

what you were doing to him?

- I came not to do this, did not come to fight.

- Then why are you here?

- I came to tell our son.

- What about our child?

I go to my parents, Steven

is in trouble.

- He needs this.

- Why are you here Barry?

Because a damn is that the threat

for that, because the windows are whores

broken and the dogs are dead.

If your f***ing ass to take out the bar

occasionally would know these things.

Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!

What is the problem?

Keep this door closed until

return ok, close.

Jesus Christ, sweetness!

Hello, hello!

Open the door please.

Quick.

- Come in, come.

- Jesus Christ Hines!

Turn on the light.

Hines light comes on!

- What...

- I need you to shut up dammit!

Shut up! Keep the lights off,

Did you hear me?

Nothing lights.

Steve need to listen to me.

Can you do that? Ok, now

listen to me.

He can not see inside as long as

the lights are off. Do you understand?

That is why I turned off the lights.

Ok.

Just try to scare Bub.

But I'm going to scare him.

Son of a b*tch.

Can not enter here, I listened.

We know you've been

most frightening situations

this.

Remember when we were in

the mountains last summer?

When that came out of the bushes.

This black bear came out of the bushes.

Oh God, do you remember that?

Came from within.

And that bear not caught you right?

So, do not let you touch her.

And now not allow it. Oh God.

This will stop, I promise.

Oh please, Oh God! Oh God.

We can not see them and they

can not see us.

God...

Are you okay? Hines you okay?

Hines you okay?

- Hines you okay?

- What happened, what happened?

- Where is the child?

- Do not know.

Hines, Steven has come in!

Steven!

Do you see that?

What the hell was that?

Barry Oh my God!

Barry!

Steven where are you!

- Where'd they go?

- Where Steven tell me where?

Dad pull over there, look!

- Go on!

- It is up going to the dairy farm.

In the local news.

Eugene Hans, was found dead.

On the farm the son of Darryl.

An apparent suicide the police are

investigating possible connections

Hines with the death of Lent Adkins.

Whose body was found dead in

the corn field this property.

Both have been on a group

of bystanders who legendarily

dropped a murder in the bushes.

Authorities are asking for any

information on this group lately

been handled a green Volkswagen

with California plates.

To contact the sheriff Single Tingle

immediately.

Take sweetness you like.

I think not.

Okay, enough is enough.

You do not want to be fattening, right?

I do not want that.

It has to be the son of a b*tch.

Jesus Christ! How many times

said that farm?

POLICE INVESTIGATE POSSIBLE CONNECTION

BETWEEN FARMER AND GIRL LOS That may explain some things.

Steven, Mom and Dad are on the way!

Walk.

Let's get your things and crap!

- Hey Gladys, hi.

- You look very pretty today.

- Hey Dad.

- Hey Barry.

Is back. - Are not supposed

be shooting this gun just Barry.

Steven comes in here with that weapon. Your

parents are here, move your ass, walk!

Dad Steven is here.

We brought some food.

Steven we friend, walking.

IN MEMORY OF:

JOE "MR. BIG" Umbilici.

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