Come on. You and me, let's go. I'm taking you outside.
I'd like to see that.
So would I. But then Lucy would have to clean up after Eben was done kicking your ass.
Come on. You and me, let's go. I'm taking you outside.
I'd like to see that.
So would I. But then Lucy would have to clean up after Eben was done kicking your ass.
Mr. and Mrs. Sheriff. So sweet. So helpless against what is coming.
He's just trying to freak us out.
It's working.
They're coming
Who're they?
No way out of town. No one coming to help.
Shut up.
You can feel that. That cold ain't the weather - that's death approaching. Who do you think they're gonna take first? The girl, who thinks a gun will help her? The kid, sheriff's kid? Or the old gal?
Shut up.
Oh... yeah... thank you, for the plastic. I can snap that apart and pick the lock.
The cold isn't the weather, that's death approaching.
You Shithead!