Wendigo Page #5

I didn't know if it was | hot or cold.

But then I saw the blood, | I must have fainted.

When I woke up, | it was like I'd been drowning

and this was | my last breath of air.

Like if I didn't | take this breath, I'd--

I'd slip away | for good...

into some euphoria.

I was tempted, | but I made myself get up.

I found the house, | it was easy.

It was like I was | carried by a big wind

and dropped at the door.

This is it, | I can feel it.

I'm only half here, Kim.

Daddy's gonna be all right, Miles.

Daddy's gonna | be all right.

This is an emergency. | My husband...

has been shot.

I need to know where | the hospital is in Danbury.

F***.

I'm heading west | on Route 19.

Okay.

I need you to call | the sheriff

and have him | meet us there.

And-- are you serious?

What's the number? | What's the f***ing number?!

- | - What's the f***ing number?

Don't be scared, | kiddo.

Don't be scared.

It's going to be okay.

Hey, hey, hey! | Listen to me--

remember that little thing | you got from the store?

What was it-- | yeah, there it is!

Yeah, it's got | magic powers, right?

Huh? Isn't that | what you told me?

Right? Huh?

I was listening, | Miles.

Miles, I was | listening to you.

Don't be scared, | kiddo.

Don't be scared.

It's going | to be okay, huh?

Oh, Kim, oh baby.

What a f***ing waste.

What a f***ing waste.

Give me your hand, Miles. | Give me your hand, buddy.

Yeah...

Watch the door.

Okay, somebody get | his feet!

One, two, three.

It's his abdomen. | Right in here.

Yeah. | Just a second.

I want you to tell Charles I'm | definitely not doing that reshoot.

- Shut up, George. | - What are you going to do...

when you got no one to shush?

I love you. Hang in there. | I got separation issues, you know?

Yeah, I know.

S-s-- s-e-p--

a-r-a-t-i-o-n.

- Dad? | - Hey, Miles.

Miles, | listen to me,

I want you to take care | of your mom.

- All right? | - Dad, what happened?

I don't know, kiddo.

Kimmy, Kim.

Ohhh, Kimmy!

Oh, such a beautiful day.

God, I remember | so much about today.

Those eggs and--

a drive, and--

we went sledding, | Miles and me.

You're my family, | my family, my family.

Oh, Kim, Kim.

Kim, you remember-- | do you remember?

Do you remember | his first week home?

Do you remember he kept us up | for two nights screaming?

Yeah, I thought we'd | never make it through.

Listen, I'm always going | to be with you.

Come on, sweetie, | it's going to be okay.

Take my hand-- my hand.

Second down and 9

at the 35...

I'm sorry, sweetie.

Um, excuse me. | Mrs. McLaren?

- Yes. | - Hi, I'm Tom Hale.

Hey, there, | buckaroo.

I'm the sheriff.

Do you mind telling me | what happened?

My husband--

my husband was shot.

I think he was, | by this man

who we saw at--

at Braintree Road. | His name was Otis.

- Otis? | - Do you know who he is?

Mmm, yeah, well--

I'd seen him before. | He was--

he seemed capable of--

Now, Mrs. McLaren, | we don't know for certain

that your husband | was shot.

Mrs. McLaren?

Your husband was shot | once in the side

with a high-powered rifle.

The bullet grazed his liver | and the doctors

are recommending | emergency surgery-- immediately.

There'll be some papers | for you to sign,

so if you'll | wait right here...

Well, do you | know him or not?!

Yeah, Otis Stooky.

- What? | - Pardon?

That's the place | we're staying,

- the Stooky house. | - Really?

That's where Otis | grew up.

- What? | - Yeah, his mother died,

and then she left it | to Otis' sister.

Sister sold the place | and moved down to Florida.

Christ.

You mind telling me exactly | what happened, Mrs. McLaren?

Last night we--

we hit a deer with our car.

It was a fluke. | These men came out of the woods

and one of them was named Otis. | Oh, I can't believe this!

Wrong place, | wrong time.

Mrs. McLaren?

With your permission, | the y'll get started right away.

Oh, God! | I cannot f***ing believe this.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Miles, help me.

Jack, | this is Tom Hale.

I want you to meet me | up at Battle Creek Road.

Otis Stooky's place.

I need backup.

Do you copy? Over.

Hey! Otis, you in there?

Tom Hale.

Hey!

It's the sheriff. | You in there, Otis?

What do you want, | Sheriff?

I want you to step outside | for just a moment, Otis.

What is it, Tom Hale?

Those people staying | up at the Stooky place,

they filed a complaint.

I just want | to ask you some questions.

You come down | to the station with me?

What kind of complaint?

Ah, come on, Otis. | Do me a favor.

They're from the city.

I've just got to go through | all the formalities.

What'd they say happened?

Oh, I don't know.

Just something about | them hitting a deer

and you was there,

and I got to--

I just got to get a statement | from you, that's all.

- Aw, sh*t, Tom! | - Yeah, I know what you mean.

These people come up | from the city,

they act like they own | the damn place.

Look, I get it every day.

That f***ing Ben Stratton, | you know.

Raising our taxes, | kissing these people's ass.

Yeah, that's right.

You come with me now, huh?

I got Jack stopping by | in a moment.

I'd like you to come down | with me now, just to-- you know--

just to keep it | simple, huh?

Well...

okay, Tom.

Right, so we can say | we did it, okay?

Okay. Sure.

Damn.

I was just going | to watch the ballgame.

Yeah, I know, sorry | to put you out and all.

That game was | just getting started

when I stopped by | the hospital earlier--

What you doing | at the hospital, Tom?

Routine stuff.

You know...

I don't think I'm gonna go down | to the station there, Tom.

- What's that? | - I think you know what I'm saying.

Otis, I know it's been | you shooting up

the walls at | the Stooky place.

- Why do you say that? | - People see you there.

I spend time at Everett's, | you know that.

He's got that | shooting range.

Listen, Otis, I know you | got dealt a bad hand

with that house and all, | but a lot of people got problems.

City guy lets me take | the shortcut through the property.

Yeah.

You know, Otis, | I was gonna let you off

shooting up that place | and all, but...

I want you to come down | to the station with me now.

That really | what it is, Tom?

What do you mean?

You come all the way | out here over that?

Yeah, they're mad as hell.

Look, I got Jack | stopping by.

You coming with me | or not?

Okay. I'm coming.

I don't want to slap | the cuffs on you,

just to take you down | and give you a $30 fine.

- Coat. | - Right.

Don't lie, Tom.

Give me my liver.

What--?

Give me my liver.

Hey...

You'll be okay. | You fainted, sweetie.

You'll be okay, Miles.

Wha-- | what are you?!

The devil?

F*** you!

I'm sorry, Mrs. McLaren,

there was nothing | we could do.

So you get ready. | I'll be right back.

- Yeah, man? | - Yeah.

Yeah, man.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, | yeah, yeah.

Sledding, sledding, | sledding.

Where even the worst thing | can be seen in another way.

Nobody believes | in spirits anymore.

Doesn't mean | the y're not there.

I'm getting you out of that ditch.

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