The Frame Page #4

Out of the truck!

Down on yourfucking knees!

Do not f***ing move!

F***!

What the f*** was that?

Give me a flathead.

Got it!

Get out of there, Alex.

Hey!

Here we go!

It's you.

Hey there...

Morning. Having trouble?

Yeah, everything's fine, we just

had a support latch break on one

of our trailers so we have to

swap out some of our load.

Well, that's a hassle.

Where you headed on this road?

Well, we were trying to

get to Salida by eight,

but I don't think

that's going to happen.

We just pulled off here.

We're going fishing!

Are you?

What are you guys baiting today?

Well, it's going to be their

first time out on the lake,

my guess is we'll

see some blue gill.

Hoping to catch a muskie

if the day goes good.

Well, I am jealous for you kids.

Yeah, I haven't been out in

a while and I can tell you

nothing sounds better

than a day on the water.

No!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Don't you do it!

Whoa...

Chill, Alex!

F***ing chill, Alex!

Draw down.

Don't... please.

Draw down!

No...

Alex, can you hear me?

You have to get to the hospital.

Alex, do you hear me?

I hear you, Sam.

Listen to me, okay, you're

going to bleed to death

if you don't get to the

hospital right now.

They'll find me there.

Maybe you're right, if

it's meant to be...

Damn it, you call an

ambulance right now!

You shouldn't be ashamed to sing.

Alex, please...

Damn it, no.

Keep pressure on it!

You have to stay sitting

up, don't lie down.

I want you to know, I know...

But you were just a kid.

You're not your past,

you're not that.

You're beautiful.

Alex, please...

Okay... Okay...

Will you hum a melody with me?

It goes like this...

Alex...

No Alex, stay awake please...

Alex, don't, no... stay awake.

Please don't leave me.

Alex...

Sam!

I'm so glad I found you.

I've been trying to

contact you all morning.

What are you doing here?

Your mother is in the hospital,

she's had an accident.

What?

I've been trying

to find you, Sam.

Who are you?

Sam, are you feeling okay?

She's dying, Sam.

She's been asking for you.

Sam!

How are you this morning?

Good.

Oh, can I help you?

How are you this morning?

Oh, can I help you?

How are you this morning?

Is anyone here?

Do you have an appointment?

No...

Oh, can I help you?

The bleeding stops.

Oh sh*t!

Sh*t...

I need you to be calm now, Sam.

We're all here to help you.

You've been experiencing

severe psychotic episodes,

we need to get you

to a safe place.

I need you to hand me

those papers, Sam.

Can you do that for me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, ma'am, I'm

going to need you to stop.

We're going to get you

some proper help.

Sam, come on!

Open the door!

Open the door, Sam!

Open the door!

Stop!

No.

And so...

All that was left was the

man and the devil...

trapped in the writer's creation.

It was then the man

realized, he was no man,

but a thing...

written...

by a malevolent God.

The only choice that

could truly be his own

would be to take his own life.

But the devil was no puppet

and the writerwould

not write him

and if the writer would

trap him in this house,

the devil would tear

the house down!

What's shakin', Francois?

Blub, blub, blub... blub.

Noodles, you make

my life amazing...

Broccoli!

Okay...

I need you to be calm now, Sam,

we're all here to help you.

I need you to hand me

those papers, Sam.

Can you do that for me?

Stop!

I know you're there!

Say something!

You let me out...

You don't control me.

Let me out!

There are food banks, Ma.

Baby please, I just need a

little money to get by...

I can't...

I can let you use my

phone if you want to try

and call someone.

Honey, what's your name?

Julia.

Julia?

Okay Julia, I know you're

scared, but I need you to,

I need you to be a hero.

Julia?

Julia...

Can you be my hero?

Let me out!

F*** you!

You left me there!

You left me!

You f***ing left me there...

You...

F***ing...

F***ing left me!

You f***ing left me there.

You left me... you left me.

You f***ing left me there.

You left me...

Are you scared?

Sure, but it's not

in my hands, is it?

There's a light

shining on you, son.

I know you're angry for all

that you've been given,

for all the things

you've had to do.

I...I know you're scared...

but we're tested so that we can

look through the eyes of God

and see in ourselves

what he sees.

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