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-(GRUNTING) -(THUDS)

-(GRUNTS) -(NIKKI YELLS)

Get off of me.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO INDISTINCTLY)

Jesus.

Take a look behind us, there.

They're following us.

Crap.

Crap.

Oh my God. (WHIMPERS)

-Fudge me! -(WHIMPERS)

Hey...

Hey.

What's the plan? Are you just... (GRUNTS)

Where are we going?

What?

Is that...

You speak with sign language?

Are you kidding me?

How are we supposed...

Chained to a deaf guy.

-Jesus. -(WOLVES HOWLING)

We need to cut this.

We were headed north, towards Watab.

Maybe 40 minutes on the bus. Maybe longer.

I think I fell asleep.

A river nearby...

The Mississippi, I'm guessing.

Hey.

Hey!

We need a plan.

A plan!

I knew a Helga once.

All she do... Talk, talk, talk.

Whoo-ee! Good shooting, son!

I think I got him.

(ECHOING) Ray...

I thought I could tough it out but I guess I'm a wimp.

Baby, please.

Baby...

Tell me you brought the getaway money.

Baby?

(STUTTERS) It's just... It happened so fast.

Ray, we need that money.

I know.

I know. I'm going.

Ray...

You want me to go?

No. I'm fine.

I got it.

Put your back in it.

-Okay. Okay. Get down. -(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Get down. Get down.

-(BOTH WHIMPERING) -(ARROW THUDS)

No! (PANTING)

Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck.

Okay. Okay.

One, two, three.

-(ARROW THUDS) -(SCREAMING)

You bitch!

-(SQUELCHING) -(GRUNTS)

-(GRUNTING) -(CHOKING)

-(WHIMPERS) -(GRUNTS)

No. No way.

No. No.

-(SQUELCHING) -(SCREAMS IN AGONY)

-(SCREAMING) -(SQUELCHING)

-(EXHALES) -(PANTING)

You want shoes?

What?

Shoes.

No.

Just whiskey.

Make it a double.

And one for my friend.

Yeah. Just this much.

Sherry.

Shartis?

Huh?

"Job sat on his dung heap, covered in boils."

-Mister, it's been a long day. -Ah!

They're all long.

That's the nature of existence.

Life is suffering.

I think you're beginning to understand that.

Hmm?

-Amen. -(CHUCKLES)

Can I show you something?

Aw...

Ray is the cat.

What?

His name... I call him Ray.

I know, I know. That's not really a cat's name,

but when I looked at him, that was the name that stuck.

But this is how it is, I think.

Are you familiar with Ghuilgul?

It's Hebrew.

It's a word that describes how an old soul

attaches itself to a new body.

-Ray? -(MEOWS)

Is that you?

Uh-huh.

Unfortunately, some souls cannot find a body to enter.

And they become lost.

Rabbi Nachman believed

the Jewish victims of the massacre of Uman

were lost souls.

1768 in Ukraine,

untold thousands killed by the Cossack.

Women and children...

Their bodies dumped in a hole

and forgotten.

When Rabbi Nachman first visited Uman,

he saw the mass grave, and he called it a garden.

He told his followers

that he wanted to be buried there.

The master of the field.

His soul, he said, would bind and comfort theirs.

Have you been to this place before?

The bowling alley?