Trash Fire Page #7

This is where I belong now.

Pearl, it's not too late, okay?

We can get out of here.

This... is where I belong now.

This is where I belong now.

- No, Pearl. We'll take good care of you.

- Get out!

Get out! Get out! Get out!

(WHIMPERING)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

- Hey... shh, it's me.

- I was asleep.

Can I sleep in here with you tonight?

I'm over that couch.

- Aren't you worried about your grandmother?

- She can go f*** herself.

All I care about is right here in this room.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Hold on.

I'll be right back.

(LAMP CLICKS ON)

(ENGINE STARTING)

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

I'm feeling a little light-headed.

- Did you take your medicine?

- Sh*t, no, they're in the drawer there.

Thanks.

- Should probably eat something.

- Yeah, come on, I'll make you a sandwich.

Okay.

Oh, f***.

Call an ambulance.

This doesn't make any sense.

His new medication's been helping so much.

- He's been so much better.

- No, let him rot.

What did you just say, you crazy b*tch?

If Owen dies, I'll kill you myself.

Oh, I'm afraid you and your baby

are going with him.

And then it's over.

This is where it ends.

How many times do I have to say it?

No... more... fighting.

VIOLET:
Pearl!

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CHANGES)

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