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last lines]
Cole:
[
Walking towards car] You know what? Why don't you drive. I've been thinking... how would you feel about teaching me how to draw?
[
Breathy laugh by Cole and both get into car]
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first lines]
[
Cole speaking quietly in latin]
Dutch:
You beat him again, Cole. You beat him again.
Cole:
Evil takes many forms, Heather.
Cole:
It was weird, I woke up dreaming I was in a logging camp.
Heather:
You were fine when we left the reservoir, but now you're as weak as a kitten.
Mary-Ann:
A variation on stigmata, I guess.
Cole:
He's not going to do anything to them tonight, he's too ritualistic. Tonight's the harvest moon. I'm going to lay down.
Lola:
I was strung out on meth. I had hooked up with a bunch of bikers that were messing around with the occult.
Lola:
I just remember him standing there all bad-ass in his black outfit, cussing out the devil in Latin.
Lola:
The barn was gone the next morning.
Diana:
It's Cole! He jumped out of the window!
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