Voices from the Graves Page #2
- Year:
- 2006
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I'm out.
- Oh, come on...
this place is awesome.
- That was freaky, Meg.
- Oh, you're being
ridiculous, Abby.
- I'm gonna wait in the car.
- We just got here...
let's go.
- Come on.
- You come on.
Wow, look at this place!
- I assume this is where
they dumped the bodies?
- No, that's where
they keep the gold.
- Look, it's cute
guy from the diner.
- Cute guy?
- Wait a minute.
Something's wrong.
- Don't mess with me.
- He's bleeding.
- Meg, it's not funny.
- Sh, don't move.
They're coming.
- Help!
Please!
- Jonah Lee, come in.
- Go on, over.
- I gotta couple of Phillies
heading your way.
- I'm not done with
the first batch.
- He's gone.
We gotta go.
We can't stay here.
We gotta go.
Abby, come on.
Abby.
Wait.
Wait there.
He might be alive.
- No, don't-don't-don't.
No, Meg.
Meg.
- Let's go!
Abby, come on...
get up!
Come on!
- What the hell was that?
Where's mama?
- Sh, don't talk.
Go, go.
Come on.
We gotta make a
run for the road.
- We're Miles from anything.
- We gotta make a
run for the road.
- We're next.
We're next.
- Just a matter of time!
- Go, go, now!
- Wait up!
- I'm sorry.
But this is the
way it's gotta be!
- Quiet.
- I'm sorry.
- Something's you gotta do.
Don't mean you
ever like it none.
- Come on.
- I ain't in no hurry.
Nope, however long it takes,
It takes.
- No, stay away!
- We can help...
we're your friends.
- My little girl is gone.
- What's your name?
- Valerie.
- Valerie, I'm Megan...
this is Abby.
You need to come with us.
- No, he can't find me here.
- Meg, it's only a
matter of time, okay?
- We got separated...
I didn't know what to do.
- Come with us.
- Meg.
- He was taking
pictures, you know.
- I'm not leaving her.
- You're with him.
Both of you stay away.
- No.
No, we're not here to hurt you.
- Leave me alone.
- Valerie.
- Stay away.
- We want to help.
Remember us...
we're from the diner.
- I'm getting married soon.
- Valerie, come with us.
- No.
- Come on.
- I picked out my
wedding dress.
- Valerie, come with us!
- I picked out my
wedding dress.
- Don't look at me like that!
- Abby, move!
- I don't take no
pleasure in this.
That's the honest truth.
- Please.
- No.
- This way...
this way.
- He knows this place.
- They gotta have a car.
Come on.
- Stay here.
Get in.
- What do I do?
- Find the keys.
- Keys...
- he's coming.
Come on, let's go.
- Mama?
Mama!
- There's like a million keys.
Come on...
come on.
- I can't think
with you talking.
Damn it.
- He's coming...
he's coming.
- We don't have time for this.
Come on... come on...
come on.
Let's go!
Abby.
- I'll try to make
this painless.
- Come on!
Come on!
You heard me.
Come on!
Come on!
- Well, is he dead?
- I'm not checking.
- I didn't know you
could do that.
- Thanks for helping.
- What's that?
- What is it?
Flies?
- What's that?
- I don't know.
- Stay there.
- No-no-no,
You don't understand...
they killed my brother.
Have you seen my sister?
- Valerie?
- Yeah.
- She's gone.
- What about my...
what about Gordy?
- I don't know, man.
- What's happening?
- Hell if I know,
but it's over now.
We need his keys.
- They got to our car.
- We need his keys.
- I'm not going near him.
- Me either.
- I was in charge.
- Someone's coming.
I'm gonna talk to
him, okay, guys?
- You guys okay?
- We need a ride.
- A ride?
Where's your car?
- Back there.
- Oh, in Skull City Mine?
Well, you all need a jump?
- No, uh, you don't understand.
- Abby.
- Something weird...
I don't get your drift.
- Look, sir...
- you can call me Caleb.
My friends call
me Cookie... what's your name?
- Megan...
this is Abby.
- I'm Pete.
- Hey.
- Look, look, Caleb, we're a
That blacksmith just
tried to kill us.
- The blacksmith
tried to kill ya.
- Yeah.
- Well, you're the ones
with blood on ya.
- It's not what it looks like.
- Where's the blacksmith now?
- Look, can we just get a ride?
- You know, this just
isn't adding up.
I mean, I-I gotta make
So, I-I think, uh, I'm gonna
go take a look around there
And-and then you
get your ride.
So why don't you guys
just jump in the back.
- No, we're not
going back there.
- Look, back off.
Now, you all might be
killers for all I know.
I can't take no chances.
Now get in the
back of the truck.
Get in the back!
Please.
- What are we gonna do?
- Stay cool.
- Who is this guy?
- Let's take a look around.
Don't do anything stupid.
- Guys, what are we gonna do?
- He's gonna find him.
- If he does,
we'll explain everything.
- Hold up.
That way.
- Well, I'll be damned.
You all have anything
to do with this?
- No.
- That just sounds guilty.
You wouldn't believe us if we told you.
- C-can we go now?
- I told 'em you can't put
In charge of this thing.
Never mind a little God
fearing religious fanatics.
No, you need somebody
who loves the job,
Who lives for it.
Craves it.
It was you who killed
him, wasn't it?
I can see it in your eyes.
You got the instinct.
- Please.
- He was a weakling,
my little brother.
That's what got his ass killed.
- Brother?
- Oh, exactumundo.
I've been wiping
his ass longer than
You been wiping hers.
- Oh, God!
- Oh, no God here,
little missy.
This is a godless place
if ever there was one.
And Jonah, well he just
didn't have the heart
For the job.
But me, I got an
appetite for hurting.
Born to it.
- Abby, run.
- Not you, boy.
- Don't, sir...
please, don't.
- No!
- Oh, I got your attention!
Exacto.
Well, here's how we're
gonna play this game.
a little ditty
And when I'm done, I'm coming.
So if I was you,
I'd gain some ground.
And, hey...
No more guns...
no bullets anyway.
personal with the ladies.
And you, I'm gonna
take my time with you.
- You first.
I'll lift you.
Come on...
oh, come on,
No girly [deleted], let's go.
Damn it, Abby.
- Baby, please don't go.
Baby, please don't go.
- What, like I planned it?
- Come on!
- I'm trying.
- Baby, please don't go
well I need you so.
Baby, please don't go.
- Come on.
- Ah, the wet stuff.
- Meg?
Meg?
- What?
- What the hell is this place?
This is a human
gaming preserve?
What about the guy's
face, the blacksmith?
And-and the ghosts?
- Abby-Abby-Abby-Abby-Abby,
it's okay.
It's okay.
- You wanna make this
interesting,
You gotta do better than this.
- Come here.
Come here.
Okay, listen none of
that matters, all right?
What matters is getting
outta here alive.
Are we clear?
- All clear.
- Okay.
Go... go.
- You're leakin'.
I like that in my women.
- Meg!
- Abby, wait up.
Abby!
Abby.
Abby.
- Your hopes and dreams
seem a long way off.
But mine are coming true.
Sweetie, you home?
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