The Voices Page #7

Call the animal shelter.

- You okay?

- Uh-huh.

We believe

he's in the bowling alley.

- You think he's armed?

- I don't know.

- Then we have to assume he is.

- Please don't hurt him.

He's very ill.

Our first priority

is our own safety, Doctor.

Tactical team on scene.

First responders... clear.

Bedroom... clear.

- Go! Go!

- Preparing to descend.

Gas leak!

- Jerry.

- Jerry.

Jerry, you're almost home.

Come home, Jerry.

Come, come with us.

- Jerry.

- Come, Jerry.

We're all waiting for you.

Come. You'll never

be alone anymore.

Come home, come.

You'll never be alone anymore.

Jerry, come with us.

As in you're gonna be

charbroiled, Jerry.

- You run.

- No.

You stay.

You're no good to yourself

or anybody else.

You let the fire

put you to sleep.

Isn't that what they say

right before they kill you?

Jerry knows that.

He can end

the suffering tonight.

- Unless you want to be

- Jerry The Human Torch,

get the hell out.

Stand your ground, buddy.

There's nothing left

for you in this life.

We could've filled 10 more

refrigerators, Jerry.

Shush, p*ssy.

If he survives, he'll only

cause more suffering,

pain, and death.

It's over.

Jerry's going home.

You win, pup.

I have to confess...

this alpha thing

suits you well.

I kind of like you, Bosco.

Me, too.

I like you,

Mr. Whiskers.

But now it's time for each

of us to go our own way.

Good-bye, friend.

Good-bye, Mr. Whiskers.

- Mom?

- Hey, Jerry.

- Dad?

- Creep.

Hey, Fiona, Lisa.

- Good evening, love.

- Hi, Jerry.

- Mmm... Alison?

- Hey, Jerry.

I'm sorry I killed you guys.

Let's not bring up

the bad things.

Let's just be happy.

Jesus.

Hi, Jerry.

Thanks for the love

and thank you for coming.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Are my pets gonna be okay?

- You betcha.

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