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Sure.
Good.
Now I said I had something for you, as I believe you will recall.
Yeah! What is it?
Stay near the house, for Christ's sake someone's killing people. I have to be out of my mind to be doing this, you know.
Yeah, I know. It's great!
One of the reasons I love you, Marty, is that you're almost as crazy as I am. Please don't set off anything that goes bang tonight, okay? Just bright colors. Can you tell the difference?
Yeah... sure.
Save this one for last.
What is it?
A tracer. You'll like it.
Thanks a million, Uncle Al!
You're welcome a million, Marty. Stick 'em in the bushes for now.
It came for me! I shot it in the eye! Now he's wearing an eyepatch!
I called Peltzer on my way over here, Marty! Father Lowe came into the drugstore two days ago for a bottle of otic solution. That's a fancy way of saying eyewash. He's got a corneal inflammation.
Was it a prescription?
What the hell does that matter?
It wasn't I'll bet you it wasn't. Because to get a prescription he'd have to see a doctor.
Marty, Marty, you should hear yourself!
Well... was it a prescription?
I don't know. But I know you didn't see any werewolf the other night, Marty. You had a dream, that's all. An extremely realistic nightmare brought on by what's been happening in this town.
What about the baseball bat Jane saw in his shed? You know who used to have a baseball bat like that? Mr. Knopfler! He was so proud of it he used to carry it in the Fourth of July parade! Jane said it looked like the Green Giant used it for a toothpick!
You want to know what I think?
No we just got you out here so we could admire your pretty face.
Watch it, dear boy. I think it was a hallucination. Probably a broomstick, or something.
I'll bet you a quarter that eyewash stuff was nonprescription. And I'll bet you another quarter he hasn't said anything to Mr. Haller.
Marty, do you see your suspect?
Do you really think that a man who took a rocket in the eye three nights ago could be out mowing his lawn? He'd either be in the hospital... or dead.
I didn't shoot him when he was a man. I shot him when he was
When he was a werewolf. Yes. Right. Jesus. Jane, you don't really believe this madness, do you?
Well... it's a lot easier to swallow without the hair and the foaming jaws. Also, I checked on the otic solution. It was counter brand. No prescription needed.
I told you!
Shut up, dear boy no gloating allowed.
After Marty called me with his latest Thrilling Tale of Wonder, I did. He's had no poisonpen complaints lodged at all.
I told you!
No... but I found some blood, smeared on a tree trunk in that grove.
There! You see!
It could have been anything, Marty.
What about Father Lowe chasing me in his car and trying to run me down? You don't think that was a dream, do you?
No.
Mr. Haller said he'd check him out, and guess what? No one sees him again!
And what do you suggest I do about it, dear boy?
I want you to turn this into a silver bullet.
You're not going to let it go, are you?
I saw what I saw.
Marty, the moon wasn't even full!
No one knows how cancer begins, either or exactly what it is but people still believe in it.
The kid is eleven years old and already he sounds like a Jesuit. A French Jesuit.
I think he's going to come for me. Not just because I know who he is, but because I hurt him. Only I don't think he'll try again as Lowe.
Dear boy, you have gone right out of your mind.
Will you do it?
Yeah? Really?
Yeah. Really. The bitch of it is, we still are. Learn from your elders, dearies.
I suppose so. You kids ought to go up to bed.
But Uncle Al! You said
I know what I said, Marty but it's ten past one. He's not coming.
What if I say no?
Then I'd have to kick your ass, dear boy. Go on, now.
You booger.
That's what my sister says, too. Pretty soon I'm going to start checking the mirror to see if I'm turning green.
Not bad, huh? My Uncle Al took off the regular muffler and put on a Cherry Bomb.
What's that?
Glasspack. He said he'd come over sometime this summer and we'd soup up the engine... but now I dunno. He's getting a divorce and he's in the doghouse with my mother.
For getting a divorce?
Well... it is his third.
I used to see her every day, and she never knew what was going to happen to her, and neither did I! I mean I know how stupid that sounds, but...
Hey, take it easy. I know how you feel.
There's something else scary.
What?
I've been hearing noises in there.
What kind of noises?
Rattling. Rustling.
Rats...
And my dad says it's kids. But it's not rats and it's not kids. It's
Well, it's probably nothing. I'm just spooked since... you know.
Yeah... but if you hear any more noises, tell your father. Okay?
Okay. Have you got enough gas to get home, Marty?
You always take his side because he's a cripple! Well, it's not my fault that he's a cripple!
Come on, Jane it was Brady's idea. I couldn't stop him.
Brady's a booger and so are you!
Did he really get his head cut off, Dad? That's what Brady said.
If you don't stop it I'm going to vomit. I mean it.
What's the money for?
A new pair of panty hose. Is it enough?
I don't want your money. You're a booger.
It was Brady's idea, Jane. Honest to God. Please take the money. I want to make up.
Mom was really mad at him this time, wasn't she?
What do you expect, when he comes in smelling like a brewery and looking like an unmade bed?
Stop it!
Yes. Go away.
Let me help you up.
Marty? You okay? You've just been sitting here all morning.
Where's Mom?
Went shopping. Why?
Jane, I have to talk to you.
Jane... you don't have to do that.
Don't tell me what I have to do and what I don't, boogerbrains.
Will you marry me, Jane?
Please, Uncle Al.
Will you?