Violent Saturday Page #4

Move back.

Down.

I go to the car. Cover me.

Smother the fire with bags.

Give it to me.

It is shot in the shoulder.

Merciful God forgive me.

Come help yours, buddy.

Everything's fine, Mr. Reeves.

You want to sleep yet?

You'll be better that way.

Do not move especially.

I will survive?

Course. Tomorrow or Monday,

you return home.

I'll bring your wife.

No. I speak to you.

This can wait.

You must, as I have the courage.

After that, I will be ashamed.

This is my attitude...

...to you.

When you dvoriez me Eye drugstore,

to the bank and in the bar?

Do not think.

Did you know?

Of course, I am a woman.

You confessed, relax now.

This is not all.

I also talk about the night.

I went out to walk my dog.

I expect you to be back.

And I stayed up watching the street...

...as it was lit.

That I did not know.

I could not help myself.

This is over and it will

serve as a lesson to both.

I draw my curtains now.

It was awful to see.

As if it had never been alive.

Never.

Talk, Boyd, empty your heart.

This is so strange.

There are a few hours,

we were in the living room...

...and talk about our trip.

Emily drank coffee, I remember.

She was on the couch,

full of life and health.

Do you mind that I keep talking?

I am looking for an explanation, that's all.

This is so stupid to be alive in

the morning and died afternoon.

Everything we had planned

remains suspended halfway.

All that was left open...

...will never be completed.

You know,

Emily had always been

afraid to be a mother.

We decided from and have children.

This morning she told me she had no fear.

She knew she would soon die.

I made the account:

He only had 4 hours to live.

I take you home.

Go away in an instant.

I do not want you to see me cry.

I was looking forward to see you.

They hurt you?

Not too much.

But our fishing will be delayed.

This is nothing.

I told Georgie.

Thou hast killed them all?

Look, Stevie.

It would be better that these

things never happen you.

You're the one who could do that.

Father Georgie would have been afraid.

Who told you I did not have fear?

Being afraid is human.

No one is a perfect hero.

Except you.

Do you mind if Georgie see you?

Course.

This is good, guys.

Enter.

How's tricks?

Well, old man.

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