The Trigger Effect Page #6

- Annie!

Get outta there!

Get out of there!

Matt? There's

something in my eyes.

- Outta the car!

- Annie?

Get out of the car!

Get away from her!

Don't look at me!

Don't look!

Don't look at me!

You got a baby in a car

with a loaded shotgun!

- Real smart, a**hole! You stupid sh*t, you!

- No!

You remember who started this!

You hear me?

You just remember!

That motherf***er fired first!

You understand me?

He fired first!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Oh-oh

- I see another car.

- It's not gonna stop.

- This one's gonna stop.

- No, it's not.

No one will stop.

Oh, come on now.

Come on. See me here.

Stop! Please. Come on.

Stop! Come on! Stop!

Come on! Goddamn it!

- Stop! Stop!

- Matthew! Move!

Stupid f***!

Okay. Now, what do I do?

- Here's your safety here.

- Uh-huh.

The safety's off now.

To your shoulder tight.

This thing's gonna kick.

- Tight to my shoulder.

- Just pull the trigger.

What if I have

to shoot it again?

- Rack it with this hand. You rack it down and back.

- Okay.

Some of these shells work,

some of them don't.

Just keep racking and pulling

the trigger until one of them fires.

- Okay.

- Okay.

All right. So, um, how long

are you gonna be gone?

Lt'll take me about an hour

to get to the house.

- You sure there was a car?

- Yeah.

I saw it.

I want you to come back.

L...

Matthew, I really, really

need you to come back.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- It's okay. You're gonna be fine, all right?

- Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh, God.

You're cold.

- Yeah.

- You're freezing.

- Yeah. I'm cold.

- Oh, God.

Yeah.

Okay.

Is that better?

Is that better?

You okay?

It's gonna be okay.

Okay. Shh.

Shh. Shh.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- A fly. There's a fly.

- It hurts?

- There's a fly!

- No, no. No, Joe.

Joe!

Oh, God. Thank God.

Hello... Hello?

Hey? Hey?

- Oh, thank God.

- Yes?

My name's Matthew Kay.

We were drivin' and we stopped

to help a guy whose car...

had broken down on the road.

He shot my friend,

and he stole our car.

Slow down. Slow down.

My wife and my baby,

we're stranded about five miles back.

He needs to get to a hospital.

Any way you could drive us?

- You want me to drive you?

- Yeah. Or could we use your car?

I could pay you anything

when the power's back on.

- You mean, take my car?

- Yeah, look. Here's my license.

- Just hold it up.

- T-Take the whole damn wallet.

Do I know you?

No, man, you don't know me.

And I don't know you.

Nobody will stop.

He took our food and water.

All right.

I can give you food and water.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Look, hey.

- I don't know if you're lyin'.

- You don't know if I'm lyin'?

That's right.

If I was lying, I'd kick

through your f***ing door!

What the hell are you

talking like this for?

This is not

gonna help you at all.

This isn't your house.

- What?

- Whose house is this?

Somebody I know.

I don't have to explain.

- You are full of sh*t!

- Who are you to talk to me like that?

Let me use your goddamn car!

That's all I want!

No, I won't let you

use my god...

I can't hand my car over

to the first person that asks.

How do I know you ain't got somebody waiting

in the bushes as soon as I open this door?

My friend is gonna die!

He's gonna bleed to death

in the back of the f***in' car!

- You said your car got stolen.

- Yeah, the car was stolen...

All right. Like I said,

I can give you food.

I don't want the food!

A ride! I need a ride!

Step away from the door.

What would you do if

I pushed my way in here?

I would stop you.

- Get...

- Goddamn it!

F***...

Oh.

Leave them right

where they are.

Oh, shi...

- Sh*t!

- Put it down!

- Put it down! Put the gun down!

- You put it down!

- Put the f***ing gun down!

- Don't make me...

Sh*t!

No! No!

Don't load it!

Don't load that thing!

Stop it!

Don't make me...

This f***ing gun!

Don't make me shoot you!

Don't...

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy?

- Oh, Jesus.

- Hey! Hey! Don't point that at her!

- Look at me!

- I didn't know!

Get back in the room, Kari!

Don't look at her!

You look at me.

Go back in the room!

I'm takin' your car!

I'm gonna bring it back!

Why the f***

should I trust you?

Because I'm gonna trust you.

Hey.

We'll take you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- You find his card?

- Uh, no.

Is that it?

Yeah. Yeah,

it's right here.

Great.

Joe, we'll be right

behind you.

Okay, and ready?

One, two, three.

Hello? Yeah.

"Bartholomew gazed

at his glistening town.

Maybe something got lost...

but something got found.

He'd seen such amazing,

mysterious things.

He'd seen horses with glasses

and canyons that sing.

Made all sorts of new friends

on the head of a pin.

Played a weird game of baseball

where the winners don't win.

The biggest adventure

he knew lay ahead.

All the dreams he could dream

in the warmth of his bed. "

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