The Graveyard (2006) Movie Script

Placid Pines Cemetery residents...
please, please forgive us
for what we are about to do here.
All right, Miss Sexy Allie,
let's see it.
- Here I come.
- Nice and sexy. Nice and slow.
Very nice. Very nice.
We like that.
Sarah, what do you got for me?
Come on, Sarah.
There you go.
That's nice.
That's very nice.
I like that.
All right, Charlie,
let's see what you got.
Charlie, do you think
you can make it...
this gigantic hole here?
Dude, that's awesome.
You rule!
You're awesome. Way to go.
That's awesome. OK, OK.
Something exciting.
Miss Excitement.
Let's see something
exciting from you.
Come on. Come on.
All right.
That was exciting. Thanks.
- Thanks for playing, Michelle.
- Nice try.
Way to go. All right.
And Eric.
Go, Eric.
Can you clear it?
Let's go. Come on.
Come on.
Come on. It's all right.
Don't trip.
All right, chickenshits,
here's the dare.
Run for your life.
Hat, please.
Drum roll.
Come on!
Let me be the first to offer
my condolences.
You can't even spell
"Condolences," buddy.
It doesn't matter. I'll just have
someone spell it for me.
Here, take a swig of that.
You'll need it.
Go. Go. Go.
Go! Go! Go!
So, you think you got the balls?
Oh, yeah.
All right.
A slow 20. Slow.
- Ready?
- Yeah.
Run for your life!
See you in hell!
2- assholes, 3-assholes...
- Come here. Come here.
- What?
Come on down.
Come on, Charlie.
Come on.
19... 20.
Go away!
Eric, go! Run, run, run!
You guys, did it work?
Oh, my God!
He pled guilty to manslaughter
and he served his 5 years.
And now I'm here
on his behalf...
to ask you to show him
the kind of leniency...
that he refuses
to show himself.
Thank you, Michelle.
Your testimony is appreciated.
I talked with Bobby's friends...
and we're all willing
to help when he gets out.
We agreed to go back
to the old camp where Eric died...
and try to bring some closure
to those events.
Thank you.
Robert Bayleen, please stand.
In light of
your clean record here...
your friend's testimony...
and her willingness
to help you deal...
with the consequences
of your actions...
we offer you parole at this time.
I hope...
this is the beginning
of a new chapter for you.
It will be.
Jack's gonna meet us
up at the camp.
He's bringing his girlfriend
du jour Veronica.
Is that OK with you?
Allie said she'd make it.
She's actually teaching
kindergarten now.
Can you believe that?
Slutty Allie.
Sarah, she's probably
right behind us.
She took some time off
from work, so...
she said she wanted to be there
for you when you got out.
Charlie's coming.
I don't know if you read about him
when you were... well...
He's actually doing
really well for himself.
He sold his software company
for, like, $200 billion.
Me? Yeah, thanks for asking.
I'm... I'm doing OK.
After what happened,
we moved away.
I went to college and...
now I'm back.
You're in Cabin number 7.
I haven't heard screaming that loud
since I left my parents house.
You scared the shit out of me.
Does this mean I'm fired?
Fired? Oh, the cook, right?
Yeah, yeah. You're Michelle, right?
I got your message.
Can we start over?
I kinda blew my charming intro.
My name is Peter Bishop.
I'm the groundskeeper,
your personal chef...
whatever you need at
your beck and call, day and night.
Well, better get back to work.
Let me know
if you need anything.
- Hi.
- Hi, Sarah.
Don't you look lawyerly.
Oh, yeah. Pathetic, isn't it?
So, how'd the parole hearing go?
Is Bobby OK?
Define OK.
Oh, no.
It's revenge of the nerds.
The pleasure's all mine.
Oh, no. I didn't know
he was coming.
the things we do
for friends, huh?
And where the devil
is Mr. Bobby, by the way?
Oh, he's around here somewhere.
I don't think he's in the mood
for socializing right now, though.
No. No, I don't imagine he is.
Five years spent praying you don't
drop the soap will do that to you.
Wow. A nice bag
and some money...
you're still a freak.
Come on, Charlie. Wait.
If you're gonna dish it,
you gotta take it.
Same shit, different day.
Hey! Where'd you come from?
I've been here a while.
Wanted to check
the old place out.
I hear you're teaching now.
Little brats, God love 'em.
How's Bobby doing?
Getting used to being a free man.
Listen, Allie, I think I should
warn you that Jack's...
bringing someone.
Jack of Hearts is in the house!
Who's ready for
a game of "Poke her?"
Bobby! Where are you, Bobby!
Let's see this!
Let's see
the Birdman of Alcatraz!
Jack, I really don't think
that's appropriate.
Same sweet bodies.
Don't go changing on me.
Nice to see you, Jack.
Yo! Bring the bags.
Was he always this obnoxious?
Trust me, it only gets worse.
There's no way
that I'm staying here.
No way.
Look, I know this
is important...
but I'm not gonna stay
in this dump.
Don't be so prissy.
There's a hell of a lot of people
far worse off than us.
Yeah, well, I ain't one of 'em.
Dad made a killing
on your stock.
My trust fund doubled.
Beers are on me.
We're not here to party, Jack.
In a way, I think
we're all guilty of his death.
Yeah, you were.
Hey, Bobby!
It's been a long time.
Hey, Bobby!
What's going on, man?
Just here to face my demons, Jack.
Are you ready to face
your demons, Jack?
What the hell is going on, man?
Hey, I think that
we're all just tired.
Why don't we get some rest...
and meet back up
at the boathouse, huh?
For some dinner.
How's that sound?
Come on.
It's good to see you, man.
Jack hasn't changed a bit.
I can't believe
he brought his girlfriend.
He's such a jerk.
Well, that's Jack.
- What was that?
- I don't know.
- Let's go.
- Yeah, good idea.
Let me outta here!
Fuckin' A, man!
What are you?!
What the fuck are you doing?!
I've got something
you can polish.
God, I just love a woman
that cleans.
What's that?
I don't know.
Probably just a beaver.
Now do me.
Oh, my God!
Well, I brought you this
to apologize for before...
but I guess I'll have
to think of another way.
I'm sure I can think of a way.
So what are you guys
up here for anyway?
Weekend getaway?
Kind of. A reunion.
Oh, yeah? For what?
One of our friends
died up here.
No shit?
Are you kidding me?
Yeah. It'll be over in
just a second. Just wait.
What?! Is that it?
I gotta go check something out.
You want me to come with you?
No, it's OK. I'll be all right.
OK. See you at
the boathouse tonight.
All right.
You know, in life...
there are consequences.
Bobby, you scared
the shit out of me.
Here, go ahead.
Look in the bag.
Just know that
there's consequences.
There's always
consequences in life.
I'm gonna head back up
to the boathouse.
Whoo. Be careful.
'Cause the woods are not
exactly safe right now.
What does he mean,
"The woods aren't safe?"
What do you think he means?
He's been locked up
this whole time...
thinking about what happened,
what he did.
What we all did.
It was Bobby's idea
to scare Eric.
His and Jack's.
We were just
going along with it.
That's why we're up here, Michelle.
It's like you said,
it's time to let it go.
Yeah, what about his family?
His mom and his dad,
his little brother?
They're dead.
Are you serious?
I tried to call them.
I thought maybe
they'd wanna join us up here...
help them heal their pain, too.
That's terrible.
That's not the worst part.
It wasn't an accident.
The police found that
someone poured gasoline...
all over Eric's old room.
Poor Eric.
Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to upset
you guys more.
I demand food.
Dumped your girlfriend already?
It's gotta be some kind
of world record, even for you.
Actually, I gave her
the orgasm of her young life.
She won't be walking
again for a few days.
What, she break her legs
trying to get away?
What was that?
Maybe Bobby's right.
Maybe these woods aren't safe.
Oh, take a chill pill.
It's not like Jason's
out there in the woods...
taking his next victim
or something.
Yo, food bitch! I'm starving!
The name's Peter.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Yeah? Well, you're definitely
not me, so cry me a river.
It's not cooked!
Like I said, I wouldn't do that
if I were you.
This is a mistake.
We shouldn't be here, you guys.
Knock it off, wise guy.
Sarah, wait up!
It won't end, Michelle.
It's never gonna end.
We're gonna pay for what
we did to Eric, I know it.
Where are you going?
To beg for forgiveness.
How gross.
This is so gross!
OK, Sarah, let it go.
Let it go.
No. I'm so sick
of feeling guilty.
I want this to be over.
Sarah, what are you doing?
I'm gonna find Eric's grave.
Wait! Sarah!
Oh, my God.
It's empty.
This can't be happening.
Who's there?
Quit messing around, OK?
Jack, I swear, if this is you,
you will never get sex again.
It's happening.
I told you we're gonna be
punished for this.
Jack, you're such a shit.
You don't think
this is funny, do you?
That's very funny.
Where did the screams come from?
I don't know.
It was a girl.
No, she's at the boathouse
with Jack and Peter.
- Veronica!
- Oh, my God!
- Veronica?
- Are you OK?
What the hell's going on here?
Come on.
We heard screaming,
and now she's gone.
We're leaving, too.
I screwed her brains out.
I mean, she lost
all sense of direction...
wandered off into the woods.
It happens all the time.
I doubt she even noticed
your two minutes of leg humping.
Never minded it before.
Listen, let's be logical
about this, OK?
Your car's still here, right?
Her bags are still here.
She can't have gone far.
So we go looking for her.
Nah, she's gone.
Why do you say that, Bobby?
Do you know
what happened to her?
Speak up, man.
You know something?
Well, if she went out
into the woods, then she's gone.
What is your major
malfunction, Bobby?
We all came up here
to try to help you...
and all you can do
is stand there and act...
like you don't even care
about your own friends.
- My friends?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry. The, uh...
the same friends who left me
to take the blame...
for a prank that we all pulled?
The same friends who never
once came to visit?
Never once called?
Never once wrote in...
Five years?
Hey, man, you did the crime,
you do the time.
Hey! Come on, let it go!
Come on. It's dangerous
enough out here already.
This isn't your problem.
I'm making it my problem.
Look, I came out here
to take care of you guys...
and that's what I intend to do.
Come on, Bobby.
Don't go out there alone.
Don't. He's right.
These woods aren't safe.
What, are you talking about that stiff
they found a couple days ago?
A dead body? Seriously?
Why weren't we told about this?
Yeah. The way I heard it...
his head and his hands
were missing.
I mean, some redneck probably
mistook him for a deer...
and took the bits back
to the trailer park...
for a trophy or something.
We can't just sit here
and do nothing, right?
I mean, that poor girl's
out there alone.
All right.
Michelle, Sarah, Paul...
The name is Peter Bishop.
Peter, Paul, Mary, whatever,
you guys are one group.
Charlie, Allie, you're with me.
We're gonna find this bitch.
And when we do, so help me...
I'm gonna shag her into
the middle of next week.
You guys be careful.
It's OK. I know these trees
like the back of my hand.
I grew up around here.
Never lived anywhere else?
It's a big world out there.
Yeah, but home is where
the heart is, right?
Isn't that what they say?
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
You guys,
I just heard something.
Someone's behind me, right?
Stop screaming, Sarah.
It's me.
How'd you find me?
What are you doing here?
You shouldn't have
left this lying around.
This isn't the time
or the place, Zoe.
You can't just leave me.
It doesn't work like that.
You know her?
Yeah. I thought I did.
Sarah's my girlfriend.
Yeah. Sarah's a dyke.
You know, a donut bumper.
A rug muncher.
It's over, Zoe! Leave!
No! It is over
when I say it's over!
- You understand me?!
- Hey, hey.
I don't think she wants
to talk to you right now.
So why don't you fire up your bike
and hit the road, Easy Rider.
You come between me and Sarah,
I'm gonna kill you!
I will kill you!
Leave, Zoe.
You're dead.
Sarah? Change your mind?
Who's there?!
Why did you bring Veronica here?
This was supposed to be
a trip for us...
all of us...
to come to terms
with Eric's death.
Yeah, well, I figured I could squeeze in
a little Olympic-grade sex.
Yeah, in between
all the touchy-feely shit...
Michelle had planned for us.
Hey, a girl's gone missing.
OK? So maybe this
isn't the best time...
for you two to go paddling off
into a sea of retarded sexuality.
Oh, so says Mr. Asexual.
You couldn't get laid at
a nymphomaniacs convention.
All the money in the world...
and the closest
you've come to having sex...
is rubbing up against a girl
in a checkout line.
What was that?
Come out, come out,
wherever you are.
Oh, my God.
Jack. Jack. Jack.
Jack, he's right behind you!
That's Allie. Come on.
Jack! Jack!
What the hell was that?
Why is that funny?
God damn it, that's stupid.
There's a girl
out here in the woods.
What is wrong with you guys?
That's not funny.
Don't tell me you lost
your sense of humor.
This is your idea of a joke?
What kind of a sick sense
of humor have you got, huh?
Oh, give it up, tight-ass.
Bobby and I have been planning
this shit for months.
Yeah, what about
the 5 years in jail?
No friends, no phone calls.
You know, all in all
it wasn't that bad.
Kind of just like
sleep-away camp.
Look, let's just call this
a night, OK?
These woods aren't exactly
the safest place...
to be hanging out right now.
Ooh, it's not safe anymore.
Did you mess with our cars, too?
- Is this you guys?
- Is this part of your sick little joke?
No, we didn't have
anything to do with this.
God damn it,
nobody messes with my baby!
Come on, come on.
The battery's gone.
Mine, too.
I think they cut the gas line.
They slashed my tires.
Is this you guys?
This isn't even remotely funny.
No, we had nothing
to do with this.
No signal.
Damn it!
Me, neither.
We're totally trapped.
Veronica's still missing,
no thanks to the two stooges.
I'm gonna go for help.
No, no, no, Bobby.
Come on, it's 10 miles
to the nearest phone...
and no one drives
these roads at night.
Let's wait till sunup.
Bobby, please don't go.
It's dangerous.
Look, it's not that
big of a thing, OK?
It's only 10 miles.
OK? I got protection.
OK, let's try not to get
freaked out, all right?
Maybe Veronica's
just pissed off at Jack...
and she's playing
some sick joke or something.
Nice joke.
Slashed tire, cut fuel line,
missing battery.
Someone's got a whole
boatload of anger against cars.
Think we're facing
a killer mechanic?
Hey, Peter?
I need a Phillips head screwdriver
and some needle-nose pliers.
What do I look like?
A hardware store?
Hey, find them for me...
and I'll get us out
of this hellhole.
I'll check the office.
I invented the P-406 router,
for Christ's sake.
Must be some way
I can transmit from up here.
Now, how am I supposed
to concentrate...
with you just standing
there watching me? Huh?
Don't you have
somewhere else to be?
While the cat's away...
The cat happens
to be your girlfriend...
and she's not away.
She's gone missing.
You better tag along
just in case.
I better go check
and see if Sarah's OK.
Mother hen always
taking care of her chicks.
What the hell?
You're not gonna leave me
all alone here, are you?
Do what you do best, Jack.
Get a grip on yourself.
Thanks a lot for your help.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You OK?
Yeah. You?
Didn't know you smoked.
I just started.
So did I.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Jack, you asshole,
you scared the shit out of me.
Somebody help me!
Holy shit.
Somebody help me!
No, no.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Somebody help me!
Help, somebody!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Michelle, what's the matter?
Oh, my God.
Welcome to
the human jigsaw puzzle.
We have to get out of here.
If I can fix the generator,
I can rig up a transmitter...
and get us the hell
out of here.
It's the best chance we have.
Listen, man,
it's the only chance we have.
Give me those.
Peter, you keep watch here, OK?
I'm gonna go fix the power.
What about Allie?
What are we gonna do?
Stop! Stop!
Oh, thank God. Thank...
Don't make me shoot you,
you son of a bitch.
Listen, you don't understand.
There's a girl missing.
There's another one dead.
All of our cars...
I ain't had to use this gun
since 1974.
Don't make me use it now.
Look, you don't understand!
Drop the weapon, I said.
I said drop the weapon.
Get up against the car.
Put your hands up there.
Spread your legs.
Give me this hand.
What's your name, boy?
Bayleen. Robert Bayleen.
Hey, Betty, I want you to run me
an I.D. On a Robert Bayleen.
Look, you're making
a huge mistake, OK?
I haven't done
anything wrong here.
Robert Bayleen's on parole.
I'm checking for priors.
OK, thanks, Betty.
Just stay where you are.
Robert Bayleen served 5 years
for manslaughter.
I'm gonna need more time
to check his whole file.
Look, boy, you're out here
in the woods.
You're carrying a weapon.
Your hand's covered with blood.
This is a hell of a way
to start your parole.
Come on. I'm taking you in.
Why is Charlie locking
his cabin door?
What is he hiding?
I never trusted Charlie
as far as I can throw him.
I saw something
on his computer last night.
It was kind of disturbing.
How disturbing?
Well, I thought I saw
these pictures of me.
Last time I checked,
that wasn't a crime.
Yeah, but there was awful words
scrawled across them.
We need to get into his cabin
and find out what he's hiding.
Can you keep him busy?
Yeah. Just be quick.
OK, let's go. Watch your head.
In here.
Come here.
You know anything about
that abandoned bike, son?
Huh? Another victim of yours?
She was killed, but I swear...
Yeah, I know, you had
nothing to do with it.
You're an innocent man.
It was just a big mix-up.
Get in there!
Turn around,
and I'll take the handcuffs off.
Answer me this, will you?
The guy you killed last week...
why'd you take
his head and hands?
No, you see,
I couldn't have done that...
because up until just
a couple days ago...
I was at Maricopa
Correctional Facility.
See that there, boy?
"Local Law Enforcement
Officer of the Year 1974."
That's the year I had to shoot
my gun in the line of duty.
And my gut tells me
that you're a killer.
OK, but can you just
do me one favor?
Can you go up
to Camp Placid Pines...
before we have a mass murder
on our hands?
Hey, Betty, it's me.
You got me a name yet
on that headless body?
Well, keep working on it.
Somebody's got
to be missing him.
Listen, I want you
to call Maricopa...
and find out about
our boy Bobby here...
when he was paroled.
Enjoy the view, Bobby boy.
The Sheriff's got you now.
Come on.
Come on!
Come on. Damn it!
Come on. Open sesame.
- Hurry, Peter.
- I'm trying here...
but I flunked out
of locksmith school.
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
I'm impressed.
Do you need a hand?
Don't do this to me.
Nothing good ever comes from
girls going into dark basements.
Charlie, that better be you.
What, are you checking up on me?
I just thought I'd come help.
Well, you're doing
a great job so far.
Just trying to run a wire
to the generator.
Sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean
to get in the way.
I just... I just wanted
to see if you were OK.
Sure you did.
What are you doing?
Oh, you are such a prick tease.
First Eric, and now me?
Charlie, just get
that thing working...
so we can get
out of here, please.
Let's see what you've really
been up to, Charlie.
Oh, my God.
He's been
taking pictures of Sarah.
Oh, my God. It's disgusting.
Piece of shit.
You know what? This is gonna
take me hours to solder.
What's that noise?
What is that?
It's my computer alarm.
- Your what?
- My computer alarm.
Someone's at my computer.
You set me up.
Oh, you wish,
you paranoid freak.
Let's just get
this piece of crap working...
so we can get
out of here, please.
You are such a spoiled brat.
You always had to have
everything you wanted...
whenever you wanted it.
What are you jibbering
about now?
And you didn't even
really want him.
You didn't care about Eric.
You just had him
because you could.
What are you saying?
What does my relationship...
with Eric have anything
to do with you?
Because he was
my best friend, OK?
And you killed him!
All of you!
Can we forget about your little crush
on Eric for a second...
and get back to
the job at hand, please?
It wasn't a crush,
all right, you stupid bitch?
Oh, no, I'm sure
it's a full-blown obsession...
you little stalker.
Oh, God. Sarah? Sarah!
Sweetie. Sarah. Sweetie.
Sarah, come on.
Come on. Come on, baby.
There's Bobby, Allie...
Jack. Eric's on here too.
It's Charlie.
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry.
Oh, my God!
No! Oh, my God!
It was an accident.
It was an accident.
"Look under the bed. "
This is a joke, right?
It's another sick joke.
Don't move. Don't move.
Don't move. Don't show fear.
I don't deserve this.
I really don't deserve this.
And I'm gonna kill it.
I swear to God.
He killed her,
and he's gonna kill us, too.
I... I can't believe
it could end like this.
Michelle, wait!
What the hell are you doing?
Someone will come, right?
The Sheriff will be by.
Maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow, but soon.
And for the rest of our lives?
Clich clich, clich.
We'll be all right.
- Phone.
- Huh?
This is Sheriff Pearce.
What's happening?
Uh-huh. Is that right?
Guess I'm gonna have
to let him go.
Well, look, go ahead and fax that
on over to me, will you?
What's that?
All right.
I'll check it out.
Seems like I got
some apologizing to do.
I'm not above saying I'm sorry.
When a man's wrong,
a man's wrong...
and I was wrong.
Your parole story checked out.
You couldn't have had anything
to do with the murder...
in the woods the other day.
Forensics just IDed
the headless victim...
and they're faxing over
the details.
OK, good. Now you can
take me to that camp...
before we have a whole morgue
of victims to identify.
I got myself a call.
I got to go check out a report
of a burglary in Sand Canyon.
Yeah, but they're in danger up there.
I'm here to protect and serve
the whole community...
not just you
and your little friends.
I'll be back shortly.
It's cold.
I thought I'd bring
some whiskey for you guys.
I was gonna flamb
desserts for you.
That's a lovely thought.
Well, maybe next time.
I don't think there's
gonna be a next time, Peter.
Oh, I understand.
You've got your life back
in the city to get back to.
You could always come with me.
I know home is where
the heart is, but...
I don't have a home anymore.
Why? What happened?
Long story.
Tell me.
Another time.
Where is that fat fuck?
I know you're a fan of clichs, so...
here goes.
The earth just moved.
A bird in the hand's worth...
This stuff's got some kick.
Have some more.
No, later.
"The body has been identified
as Peter Bishop. "
That can't be right.
If that's Peter Bishop,
then who's...
What's that?
It's OK.
We all have our imperfections,
our secrets.
You play with matches,
you're gonna get burned.
How'd it happen?
My parents' house burnt down.
Oh, my God, that's terrible.
You know, in a strange way,
it's kind of a blessing...
after everything that happened.
I... What happened?
You know exactly
what happened, Michelle.
You were there.
My brother.
My parents never
got over Eric's death.
They didn't care
that I was hurting, too.
They just sat around talking
about him day and night.
What he would have been doing
if he was still alive.
It's Adam, right?
Your name is Adam.
How touching.
You remembered!
I heard about the fire,
but I thought...
I thought the whole family
was killed.
They were.
I dug up Eric's body
especially for the occasion.
Gave them back
their precious son...
so they could
all be together again.
That's disgusting.
A little sentimental,
but, hey...
I'm an old-fashioned
kind of guy.
Oh, have the drugs started
to take effect yet?
What drugs?
I brought the whiskey
for you all.
I was really gonna flamb
with it, but not desserts.
What did you put in it?
Trimethyline chloride.
Nothing special.
Oh, but you might want to see
a doctor the next hour or so.
It was an accident.
We didn't mean to hurt Eric.
Let's make something clear!
You didn't hurt Eric.
You killed him.
How did you know
we were gonna be here?
I've been keeping track of you all
for quite some time now.
You could say it became
somewhat of an obsession.
What do you want?
The same thing
you want... closure.
By finishing
what my brother started.
What's that?
The game of run for your life.
You've got to be kidding me.
I'm deadly serious.
Time to play.
Jack! Allie!
Fuck. Hello?
Jack! Michelle! Allie!
Wake up, sleepy head.
I wouldn't want you
to miss a minute of this.
You're crazy.
That's what my therapist said.
Before I killed him.
Up you get. Come on.
Is this how you thought
the reunion would end?
No, please!
Now, I'm gonna give you
the count of 20.
That is how the game
is played, right?
I can't do this.
I don't want to do this!
Sure you do.
For Eric.
I mean, this is
where it happened, right?
This is where he died.
And this is where it ends.
6... 7...
8... 9... 10...
11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 20!
Ready or not.
Run for your life, Michelle.
It's me. It's just me.
Oh, it's Adam, Eric's brother.
He's trying to kill us all
for what we did.
For what I did.
Put your hands up.
Don't test me, boy.
Put your hands up.
Put the hands up.
I haven't fired
this gun since 1974...
but I ain't lost my aim.
This can't be happening.
Look, Sheriff, I don't want to be
the boy that cried wolf, but...
You're not fooling me again.
Don't fool me.
Watch out behind you.
I might seem stupid, but I'm...
- You got to get out of here.
- No, I'm not leaving you.
He can only kill one of us
at a time, OK? Just go.
Hey, there, Bobby.
Hey, man, you're drooling.
Do you need a doctor, buddy?
Or a Band-Aid?
Bobby. Bobby!
Bit of a clich, but...
what goes around comes around.
It's almost over, Michelle!
You can run, you can hide,
but you can't escape justice.
You're gonna pay
for what you did.
You're right!
We should be punished!
But so should you!
I'll take my revenge.
Adam, please.
Please don't do this.
I'll take my revenge.
it was an accident.
You hear me?
I'm gonna take my revenge.
I'll take my revenge.
Michelle, are you OK?
Please have a seat
in the back of the car.
Hell of a job you did
out there tonight.
Just doing my job.
Well, there's a commendation
in it for you.
Officer of the Year?
It's a little too early to tell,
but there's a chance.
You find his body yet?
What do we do
now that it's over?
It's time for a new beginning.
For a new chapter.
A new chapter.