Valley of Ditches Page #2

Listen to me.

How?

- You bury it.

I bury it under something else.

- We can go, we can...

We can get in my Van and we can,

we can drive all the way

to California.

What was there

to bury it with?

- Hope.

And you.

- Hey!

Can't hide now!

- What?

- Still hiding back here?

I know you like the quiet.

Nurses wouldn't mind their

break room back though.

- They can have it.

- It's been awhile Emilia.

You're looking better though.

Do you think you

wanna talk about it?

Maybe we can start

from the basics.

You know if you're thirsty

you can take a sip.

- Go on, the basics.

- Okay,

I know nothing about what

you went through was basic.

The problem is,

I don't know what you

exactly went through.

I mean,

we have your initial statement.

He took us from the Van,

i survived, Michael didn't,

but that's it.

Looking through your records

we found that Michael

must be Michael pherson,

registered owner

of the Van we found,

also the owner of the blood

we found on your body.

We can talk about

something different.

I called your father

up in Montana.

Still no answer.

We can talk about that

later too if you'd like.

Look, all I wanna know is,

you come back here

held up everyday,

you don't speak to anyone,

Emilia,

do you even want our help?

- I said I'd get my own

f***ing water if I needed it.

But they didn't listen.

They always wanna help.

They want to help because

then they own you.

A man raises you after

your mother dies,

and suddenly you're his property

no questions asked.

Boy saves you,

you owe him your heart.

God saves you.

You owe him your soul.

What if I don't wanna

give those things up?

What if I take them back?

F*** this water.

- I wanna help.

- I know.

It's who you are.

You can't change it.

- Hey honey?

Honey?

Oh my god.

Oh my god no.

No.

Honey, honey?

Who did this?

Who did this to you?

Who did this?

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Hello?

Yes!

I need an ambulance.

Yes my wife, she's been stabbed.

She's been stabbed.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know who...

Please.

I don't know!

Just please!

Send somebody.

Yes.

Yes, that's my address, please!

Please.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm so sorry.

- Look at her.

Look at her.

She had no idea did she?

- Can't

feel my arms.

- You won't.

You won't feel anything anymore.

Just like I don't.

I spent so long trying

to hide my rage.

Then you taught me the truth.

My rage is a gift.

And I won't waste it.

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