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...visiting as Secretary of State,

 

Thomas Jefferson himself

 

was said to have called Angelville,

 

"The place which burrows into your heart

 

and will not seem to leave."

 

Now, over here's the gift shop.

 

_

 

[CLOCK TICKING]

 

So, how... How do I know it worked?

 

[GLASS CLINKS]

 

[CLOCK TICKING]

 

[CLOCK TICKING]

 

[VOMITING]

 

Thank you.

 

[BELL DINGING]

 

All set? How'd it go?

 

Oh, that looks like

 

a very successful sober spell, indeed.

 

Come on, let's get a
mop and some fresh air.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

You were right to suggest her.

 

She's incredible.

 

Thank you, Councilman.

 

Glad I could help.

 

Please see yourself out.

 

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

 

[PERSON COUGHS]

 

You and your husband are next.

 

You're here for a libido spell?

 

- Mm-hmm.
- Great.

 

Just need a minute,

 

and then Madame L'Angelle will see you.

 

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

 

¢Ü

 

I want it back.

 

¢Ü

 

Help me.

 

Please.

 

¢Ü

 

I can't.

 

I'm sorry.

 

Help me!

 

¢Ü

 

Weeble, wobble, but...

 

he does fall down.

 

T.C., how the hell did he get out?

 

Sorry, Miss Christina.

 

This house doesn't run on "sorrys."

 

Now put him back with the others

 

before someone sees.

 

And Miss Marie's
office needs a clean-up.

 

- Hello. You must be lost?
- Hi.

 

- We're looking for the plantation tour?
- Oh.

 

That starts outside, across the way.

 

- Someone'll point you.
- Thank you.

 

Although this one's a little worried

 

that he's going to be
sold off and taken away.

 

Don't you worry.

 

As long you got your Mama
with you, you'll be fine.

 

¢Ü

 

MOTHER: Come on.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

[DOOR OPENS]

 

Miss Marie aksin' after you.

 

Headache. I'll be down in a sec.

 

You want some aspirin?

 

No, Jody.

 

I already took some.

 

What's that in your lap?

 

What?

 

- In your lap.
- Nothing.

 

What is it?

 

Get out of here!

 

¢Ü

 

I'll tell her you'll be down, then.

 

¢Ü

 

[FOOTSTEPS, BREATHING HEAVILY, GROANING]

 

¢Ü

 

[DOG BARKING, TIRES SCREECHING]

 

[DOG BARKING, TIRES SCREECHING]

 

[HORN BLARES]

 

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

 

T.C.: Thanks for yer patience, folks.

 

You can be on your way in a minute.

 

¢Ü

 

CHRISTINA: I'm not going back there!

 

[GRUNTING]

 

[GRUNTING]

 

[GRUNTS]

 

[GASPS]

 

¢Ü

 

Just going in the city see a movie.

 

Wasn't leavin' for good.

 

No law against
movie-seein', last I checked.

 

¢Ü

 

Jody says you've been
hiding something from me.

 

[SCOFFS]

 

Well, here's a news flash...

 

Jody's a damn liar.

 

¢Ü

 

Search her.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

What was that?

 

¢Ü

 

Wouldn't you like to
know, you crazy bitch?

 

¢Ü

 

Yes.

 

As a matter of fact...

 

...I would.

 

¢Ü

 

Mama, you wouldn't.

 

You love me.

 

More than anything.

 

¢Ü

 

Hold her down.

 

¢Ü

 

Hold her!

 

¢Ü

 

- CHRISTINA: No! No!
- No.

 

[GRUNTING]

 

Wait! Stop!

 

[SCREAMING]

 

Leave him alone!

 

I came back!

 

You have me!

 

[GRUNTS] I came back!

 

You have me!

 

Leave him alone!

 

No! No! No!

 

Aaaaaaah!

 

[SCREAMING]

 

¢Ü

 

[SCREAMING]

 

¢Ü

 

Leave him alone!

 

[GRUNTING]

 

¢Ü

 

Don't you dare.

 

Don't you touch my Jesse.

 

¢Ü

 

Sew her up now, Miss Marie?

 

No.

 

Strap her in the machine.

 

¢Ü

 

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
-- www.Addic7ed.com --

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

Gran'ma!

 

¢Ü

 

Gran'ma?!

 

Hello?!

 

Gran'ma?!

 

[CHICKEN CLUCKING]

 

Gran'ma?!

 

Hello?!

 

CASSIDY: There's nobody here.

 

Hello?!

 

¢Ü

 

Hello?!

 

¢Ü

 

Gran'ma?

 

[CLOCK TICKING]

 

Uh...

 

Doesn't make any sense.

 

They...

 

I don't know what happened.

 

You played God,

 

and you let her die
rather than be like me.

 

You're a scumbag.

 

You killed her.

 

That's what happened.

 

No, I loved her.

 

Yeah, you and me both, Jesse.

 

¢Ü

 

Yeah, she really liked you, too, Cass.

 

¢Ü

 

You're right.

 

You're right. She did really like me.

 

In fact, she liked me
so much, she shagged me.

 

How's that?

 

¢Ü

 

Yeah.

 

Back in Texas. We got high.

 

Next thing you know, we're
in the back of her car,

 

and we're just shaggin' like a
couple of animals back there.

 

[BOTH GRUNTING]

 

[BOTH GRUNTING]

 

[GLASS SHATTERS]

 

[BOTH GRUNTING]

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

[GUN COCKS]

 

T.C.: Whoa, nelly.

 

You're scuffin' up my floor.

 

T.C.

 

L-Lil' Jesse?

 

Little Jesse?

 

Ha!

 

Lil' Jesse...

 

Miss Marie! Miss Marie!

 

Look what the cat cough up!

 

[WHEELCHAIR MOTOR WHIRRING]

 

[WHEELCHAIR MOTOR WHIRRING]

 

¢Ü

 

Gran'ma.

 

Is that your grandma?

 

Holy shite. She's
unattractive, isn't sh...

 

I need your help.

 

JESSE: She was dying.

 

Her name's Tulip.

 

And she died.

 

I didn't know what else to do...

 

...so I thought of you.

 

¢Ü

 

- [WHEELCHAIR MOTOR WHIRRING]
- Where you going?

 

I'm hungry.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

She doesn't have much time, right?

 

Before she can't come back at all?

 

¢Ü

 

You need to help me.

 

I'll pay you whatever.

 

How much?

 

How much you need?

 

Nine billion four hundred thousand

 

oughta put us back on our feet.

 

Right, Miss Marie?

 

I can get you guns.

 

Me and Tulip, we used to work
with the Rodriguez Brothers

 

down in Mexico.

 

I could introduce you.

 

Well, we're always on the lookout

 

for industrious Mexicans, Lil' Jesse,

 

but we already got guns.

 

[GUNSHOT, GLASS SHATTERS]

 

Lil' Jesse, that's my swamp consomme.

 

¢Ü

 

You need to help me.

 

Right now.

 

¢Ü

 

A betrayer?

 

A boy who leaves his
family to struggle and rot

 

and get gobbled up by competitors?

 

For him,

 

I don't need to help shit.

 

I'll do anything.

 

Just bring her back.

 

Please.

 

"Anything."

 

That's a big word.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

You know what I want.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

Or maybe she's not worth it.

 

¢Ü

 

She is.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

_

 

[WOMAN MOANING PASSIONATELY IN DISTANCE]

 

¢Ü

 

[MOANING CONTINUES]

 

You gotta pull the slide back.

 

¢Ü

 

[GUN COCKS]

 

[VEHICLE APPROACHES, TIRES SCREECH]

 

[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

 

Is that them?

 

[STUDIO AUDIENCE CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

 

Hey, little girl!

 

Remember me?

 

Well, what you gawping at?

 

Come on over here,

 

give your mean ol' daddy a hug.

 

[STUDIO AUDIENCE "AWWS"]

 

¢Ü

 

Aw, now see? That's the ticket.

 

How come you not in school?

 

Fighting.

 

Hey, now, no more of that.

 

The one thing I learned in prison...

 

- You got to watch your temper, okay?
- [WOMAN MOANING]

 

WOMAN: [IN DISTANCE]
Yeah, I'm coming so hard.

 

That your mom?

 

She's working.

 

Well, she's not gonna
have to work much longer

 

because...

 

I got a job interview
down at Monday's Bistro.

 

Come on, let's go.

 

¢Ü

 

Whoa.

 

Awful lot of felonies here, Mr. O'Hare.

 

Yes, sir.

 

Entrusting yourself to an
O'Hare is a dubious proposition.

 

Has been for years.

 

Some call it the family curse.

 

Long line of losers,
cheats, and convicts.

 

But that's changin' now.

 

With my little girl here as my witness,

 

I swear to you that, as of today,

 

the O'Hares are done screwin' things up.

 

¢Ü

 

Okay.

 

Yeah, uh, come on down to Monday's, uh,

 

first thing, uh, Tuesday morning.

 

[STUDIO AUDIENCE CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

 

Thank you, sir.

 

You did it, Daddy!

 

- You got the job!
- Well, of course I did!

 

This calls for a celebration!

 

You still like them
little rolls of candy?

 

Necco Wafers?

 

I'm gonna go down to the store

 

and get you all the
Necco Wafers you can eat.

 

Thank you, Daddy!

 

[LAUGHS] All right.

 

[CHUCKLES] All right.

 

I'll be right back, okay?

 

Promise?

 

Cross my heart.

 

[STUDIO AUDIENCE CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

 

What are you smiling at?

 

You know what's comin'.

 

[DOOR OPENS]

 

[STUDIO AUDIENCE BOOING]

 

Thought that was them.

 

No, it was Daddy! He got a job!

 

He went to go get me
candy so we can celebrate.

 

Priscilla Jean,

 

I got more chance of growin' another tit

 

than that man goin'
out and gettin' a job

 

and comin' back with candy.

 

It's true. He crossed his heart!

 

When are you gonna grow
up and learn somethin'?

 

He's just another worthless O'Hare.

 

But I'm an O'Hare, too!

 

Yeah. You are.

 

[STUDIO AUDIENCE BOOS, HISSES]

 

[DOOR CLOSES]

 

Bitch!

 

[GUNSHOTS]

 

Keep it down out there!

 

[MOANING CONTINUES]

 

Daddy's back!

 

How was work?

 

Why aren't you in school?

 

Fightin'.

 

Now, see, that's the one
thing I learned in prison...

 

You can't let those
sonsabitches push you around.

 

Give me a hand here.

 

- [SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]
- [SCOFFS] "Head" dishwasher.

 

Like I'm supposed to
be impressed by that.

 

Talking to me like I'm the idiot.

 

Maybe 'cause you are one.

 

And I told him, plates
are comin' out spotty

 

because you're using too much dish soap,

 

not too little.

 

But he ain't wanna listen.

 

Now he want trouble.

 

- Well...
- [GUN COCKS]

 

...careful what you wish for, buddy.

 

¢Ü

 

Did you get my candy?

 

¢Ü

 

[SIGHS]

 

[SIRENS CONTINUE]

 

Why can't I do one right thing?

 

¢Ü

 

It's okay, Daddy.

 

¢Ü

 

[GLASS SHATTERING]

 

[GUNS COCK]

 

Let's get those sonsabitches.

 

[GUNFIRE]

 

¢Ü

 

GRAN'MA: Good. She's still in Purgatory.

 

Got some fight in her.

 

So... So you can do this?

 

You can bring her back?

 

Well, Purgatory's a waitin' room,

 

but you can't wait forever.

 

Pretty soon... I'd say in like...

 

well, soon, death'll come to the door,

 

and when she answers,
she'll be gone for good.

 

- You know what I need.
- Yeah, I made a list.

 

- Well, hurry up, then.
- All right.

 

Oh, and some transpoil.

 

I'm all out.

 

Where am I gonna get some?

 

Ask Jody.

 

¢Ü

 

Come on. I need your help.

 

¢Ü

 

That's better.

 

Now it's just you and me.

 

¢Ü

 

- JESSE: Take this, go to the store.
- CASSIDY: What is it?

 

It's a list of Tulip's favorite things.

 

Need to invite her spirit
back to land of the living.

 

- It helps to remind her of stuff she likes.
- Oh, I see.

 

It's a "favorite things" list

 

to invite her spirit back
to the land of the living.

 

Well, that makes perfect sense.

 

- I have no questions.
- Good.

 

Boo Berry, guns, beer...

 

- Dragonforce?
- It's a British heavy-metal band.

 

Yeah, I know. I know who Dragonforce is.

 

Jesus...

 

And, you know, sure,

 

Tulip, she loves her kettle thrash.

 

Well, what about '70s folk?

 

What about, like, J.T., Joni Mitchell?

 

That's by far her
favorite kind of music.

 

- Hey, Cass?
- What?

 

Anything else you want to tell me

 

- about the girl I've known my whole entire life?
- Yeah.

 

If it doesn't save
her, I'm gonna kill you.

 

Right. Just get what's on the list.

 

I'm gonna go talk to Jody.

 

Who's that?

 

The guy that killed my father.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

Hey.

 

¢Ü

 

It's been a while.

 

¢Ü

 

You're probably still pissed.

 

¢Ü

 

I need transpoil.

 

My girlfriend...

 

I don't have much time.

 

¢Ü

 

So you gonna help me or what?

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

[LAUGHS]

 

Ahh.

 

You can dress up like your
daddy all you want, kid.

 

But you never looked more like your mama

 

than you do right now.

 

Lot to catch up on.

 

But for now, your lady's in trouble,

 

you need some transpoil, yeah?

 

Yeah.

 

I know just the place.

 

[RAP MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE]

 

[MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]

 

The Boyds?

 

Seriously?

 

Yer right.

 

Bad idea.

 

Let's hear your better one.

 

Unh-unh.

 

Someone recognize you,
that'll really piss 'em off.

 

What you gonna do?

 

I'm just gonna sorta piss 'em off.

 

[TRUCK DOOR CLOSES]

 

Pull around back and wait.

 

[TRUCK DOOR CLOSES]

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

What the hell you want, Jody?

 

I come in peace.

 

I just wanna ask Madame
for somethin' to lend us.

 

Get lost. She ain't gonna do you any favors.

 

What if I ask

 

real... real... nice?!

 

¢Ü

 

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

 

Oh, yeah!

 

S'right!

 

[ENGINE STARTS]

 

MAN: Get out of here!

 

¢Ü

 

[GUNSHOT, GLASS SHATTERS]

 

[SHOUTING, PUNCHES LANDING]

 

[GUNSHOTS]

 

[GLASS SHATTERS]

 

[THUDS]

 

[BODY THUDS]

 

[SIGHS]

 

I know you?

 

Maybe.

 

You take communion?

 

- Church of The Blessed Virgin?
- Naw, man.

 

I don't know no blessed virgin.

 

Then I guess you don't know me.

 

That's too bad, preacher...

 

'cause I know this truck.

 

Hyah!

 

Just like old times, right, kid?

 

Got your transpoil. Let's go!

 

[TIRES SCREECHING]

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

GRAN'MA: [SPEAKING FRENCH CREOLE]

 

[SPEAKING FRENCH CREOLE]

 

[SPEAKING FRENCH CREOLE]

 

[SPEAKING FRENCH CREOLE]

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

So young.

 

Skin tighter than a hotel sheet.

 

Finish your chores.

 

Oh, there he is!

 

Uh, uh, sorry about the noggin'.

 

I-I'll take a look at
it if you... you like.

 

- I'm good with wounds.
- Yeah, me too.

 

All right.

 

Come up out the way,

 

you lightnin' struck little bogtrotter.

 

T.C.: Maybe later
when you're not so mad.

 

I got her favorite things.

 

[CLATTERING]

 

Ow.

 

Is Jesse not back yet?

 

Soon. Or better be.

 

[SIGHS]

 

Mnh!

 

What's that?

 

Scorpion Pepper.

 

[INHALES DEEPLY]

 

Sometimes...

 

if the spirit senses your pain,

 

it'll come back to ease it.

 

Right.

 

¢Ü

 

Maybe she'll come back for yours.

 

¢Ü

 

Years ago,

 

I loved someone who loved another.

 

[COUGHS]

 

I tried to woo him.

 

Everything, anything,

 

to move his heart to mine...

 

[CHUCKLES]

 

...but nothing worked.

 

And I was beautiful, too, years ago...

 

Mnh-mnh.

 

Leave it.

 

The more it hurts, the more it helps.

 

- Anyway...
- [COUGHS]

 

...nothing worked.

 

I just wanted...

 

just wanted to be wanted back.

 

[GAGGING]

 

So...

 

I made him a draught.

 

A spell.

 

An old recipe from slavery days.

 

I made it, mixed it,

 

and I sprayed him with it.

 

[CHUCKLES]

 

And it worked.

 

And from that moment on,

 

he wanted me and only me.

 

Day... after day...

 

after day...

 

Until I killed him.

 

[GROANS]

 

¢Ü

 

I'm so grateful

 

that you brought Jesse
back to us, Irish.

 

If you ever wanted
something in return...

 

...all you have to do...

 

[SPITS]

 

...is ask.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]

 

¢Ü

 

Come on, hurry up!

 

Jody!

 

I told you we had
some catchin' up to do.

 

¢Ü

 

Give me the transpoil.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

What do you think, kid?

 

Is today the day you finally beat me?

 

¢Ü

 

For your lady love's
sake, I sure hope so.

 

¢Ü

 

[GRUNTING]

 

[GRUNTING]

 

¢Ü

 

[GROANS, COUGHS]

 

Mind's probably worrying
on the girl inside there.

 

¢Ü

 

[BOTH GRUNTING]

 

[GLASS SHATTERS]

 

¢Ü

 

- [GROANS]
- [SPITS]

 

Better.

 

[BOTH GRUNTING]

 

[GRUNTS]

 

¢Ü

 

Glad to see you still got

 

a little of that buck-wild left in ya.

 

But you don't have enough to beat me.

 

¢Ü

 

JODY: [STRAINING]

 

GRAN'MA: Jody!

 

That's enough.

 

Aw.

 

We just playin' around, Miss Marie.

 

[CRASHING]

 

[WHEELCHAIR MOTOR WHIRRING]

 

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

 

¢Ü

 

Good luck with your girl.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

[WOMAN MOANING PASSIONATELY]

 

[SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE]

 

¢Ü

 

WOMAN: Attention!

 

This is the Department of
Family and Protective Services!

 

They're here

 

Secure the perimeter.

 

Incursion team to the rally point.

 

Hold for my go.

 

¢Ü

 

Where they're takin' us,

 

it's not gonna be any
worse than this, okay?

 

- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- You are now wards of the state.

 

Open the door and step outside.

 

It's time.

 

Let's go.

 

[KNOCKING ON DOOR CONTINUES]

 

Come on.

 

[KNOCKING ON DOOR CONTINUES]

 

¢Ü

 

GRAN'MA: [EXHALES SHARPLY]

 

JESSE: Magnesium.

 

¢Ü

 

Zinc.

 

Mercury.

 

Mercury? Is that not poisonous, like?

 

She's already dead.

 

¢Ü

 

[BLENDER MOTOR WHIRRING]

 

Where...

 

WOMAN: It's time to go to the orphanage.

 

Either you come out to us,
or we're coming in to you.

 

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

 

One quick bowl before I go.

 

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

 

¢Ü

 

Transpoil.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

WOMAN: Incursion teams, go to breach.

 

Repeat, breach is a go.

 

This is your last warning.

 

Incursion team, go to breach.

 

Repeat, breach is a go.

 

Why isn't it working?

 

Sometimes it takes a moment

 

to figure out how to come back, and...

 

sometimes there's not enough reason

 

for them to come back at all.

 

Bullshit.

 

She'll come back. She has to come back.

 

¢Ü

 

You want to know what I need you for?

 

When you asked me the other day...

 

So stupid I couldn't think...

 

I need you for everything.

 

Everything, Tulip.

 

My entire life.

 

To drink and have fun
and mess around with.

 

Who am I ever gonna rob a store with

 

except for you, you know?

 

I mean, I-I-I don't even know

 

how to blow a safe for Chrissakes...

 

[JONI MITCHELL'S "CALIFORNIA" PLAYS]

 

It's her favorite.

 

¢Ü Oh, it gets so lon... ¢Ü

 

WOMAN: This is your last warning!

 

¢Ü When you're walking ¢Ü

 

¢Ü And the streets are full of strangers ¢Ü

 

¢Ü All the news of home ¢Ü

 

[CRASHING]

 

Give me a minute, okay?!

 

I need to think.

 

Come on, Tulip, think.

 

Think, Tulip!

 

You need to go.

 

What?

 

What about you?

 

[DEEP VOICE] I'm a re-enactor.

 

I work here.

 

What?

 

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

 

JESSE: I need you for everything.

 

Jesse?

 

Everything, Tulip, my entire life.

 

- Jesse, where are you?
- Come on, Tulip.

 

Just cut the crap and come back.

 

- I can't...
- Please.

 

No.

 

Come back.

 

[NORMAL VOICE] You need
to go. You need to go.

 

- JESSE: Come back.
- No, no, no, no!

 

I need more time!

 

¢Ü California, I'm coming home ¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

- WOMAN: Each of our D.P.F.S. facilities...
- I'm just gettin' my things.

 

...are maintained, supervised,

 

and inspected by the state of Texas.

 

You're gonna love it!

 

Be right there!

 

[GUNSHOTS]

 

You little... Okay, now we're pissed.

 

LIL' TULIP: You need to go. You need to go.

 

You need to go. You need to go.

 

[CLOCK TICKING]

 

¢Ü Will you take me as I am? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü Oh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Will you take me as I am? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Will you take me? ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Mm-mm-mm, mm, mm, mm ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

TULIP: God?

 

GOD: Yes.

 

You brought me back?

 

No, that was another.

 

But now that you, Tulip O'Hare,

 

are returning to life,

 

I'm counting on you for
something very important,

 

something to help me
fulfill my Great Design.

 

You have been chosen.

 

No shit.

 

Listen to me carefully, Tulip O'Hare.

 

For I want you to...

 

get those sons...

 

TULIP: [GASPS LOUDLY]

 

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

 

CASSIDY: Oh.

 

JESSE: Oh, my God. Thank God.

 

[EXHALES SHARPLY] Thank God.

 

¢Ü

 

[CHUCKLES]

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

Who the hell are you?

 

¢Ü

 

[SINK RUNNING]

 

[SINK SHUTS OFF]

 

[SNORING]

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

[WHEELS CREAKING]

 

[WHEELS CREAKING]

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

GRAN'MA: You're welcome.

 

¢Ü

 

Thank you.

 

¢Ü

 

Now, we have a deal, right?

 

¢Ü

 

Yeah.

 

Or I could cheat and change my mind.

 

Kill you like I shoulda done years ago.

 

¢Ü

 

Wouldn't take much.

 

Push you over,

 

and you'd be dead before
you hit the ground.

 

¢Ü

 

You think I haven't thought of that?

 

¢Ü

 

Push me.

 

See what happens.

 

¢Ü

 

Gran'ma loves you...

 

more than anything.

 

¢Ü

 

[WHEELCHAIR MOTOR WHIRRING]

 

Welcome home, Jesse.

 

¢Ü

 

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