The Fugitive Kind Page #8

I stood it!

I guess my heart knew

that somebody must be coming here...

to take me out of this hell. You did it!

Now, look at me. I'm alive once more.

Listen, Val, everything in this rotten store...

- it's yours.

- I don't give a damn...

Everything that death scraped together

down here...

but death must die before we can go.

You got that memorized now? You got that?

Tonight is the gala opening

of the confectionary.

All right, Lady.

I'll call you as soon as I cross the state line.

Smash me against a rock,

I'll smash your guitar!

Stop it!

You're leaving?

I know what you mean, Mrs. Torrance.

Yes, I've given Mr. Torrance medication.

- I'll be back at 10:30.

- No, don't.

Don't be back at 10:30. That's all.

Don't come back.

I'm always discharged by the doctors

on my cases.

Well...

this time you'll be discharged

by the patient's wife.

I don't think you belong as a nurse.

You have cold eyes.

I think you like to watch pain.

I know why you don't like my eyes.

You don't like them

because you know they see clear.

Why are you staring at me?

The moment I looked at you,

when I was called in on this case...

I knew you was pregnant.

I also knew the moment I looked

at your husband, that it wasn't by him.

Thank you.

Thank you for telling me

what I hoped for is true.

Why don't you get the calliope

and the clown to make the announcement?

Is it true, what she said?

True as God's words.

You should have told me.

When a woman's been childless

as long as I've been...

it's hard to believe

that you're still able to bear.

Oh, Val.

You know...

we used to have a little fig tree...

between the house and the orchard.

It never bore any fruit.

We said it was barren.

But one morning in spring,

I discovered a small green fig on that tree.

It seemed such a wonderful thing

for the little fig tree to bear...

that it called for a celebration.

I ran to a closet of Christmas ornaments,

I took them out.

Glass bells, glass birds,

and icicles, and tinsel.

And I hung the little fig tree with them...

because it won the battle...

and it would bear.

Oh, Val, unpack the box

of Christmas ornaments...

and put them on me.

Glass bells, glass birds, and icicles...

and tinsel. Put them on me, Val!

I'm celebrating...

my life beginning again.

Lady.

The clerk is robbing the store!

He's burning it!

Help! Here! The clerk is robbing the store!

- Get out of here.

- No!

Go on!

Jabe! Jabe, no!

No, Jabe!

Snakeskin!

Don't go back! Please, don't go back!

Release the pressure!

Val.

Lady.

What have you got there, Uncle?

I'll give you a gold ring for it.

Wild things leave skins behind them.

They leave clean skins and teeth

and white bones.

And these are tokens,

passed from one to another.

So that the fugitive kind

can follow their kind.

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