1:22:02
Sod off, nanny. Sod off!
1:22:31
Ah... Miller!
1:22:36
That costume might just get you
through those pearly gates, but I doubt it.
1:22:46
Remember that thou art pulp,
and unto pulp thou shalt return.
1:22:50
A fitting epitaph for Jack Francis Miller,
priest, lecturer and drag queen.
1:23:06
I looked across the beach for help. No one.
1:23:08
A sudden pain bit deep into my leg: I'd been hit.
Blood was pouring out like a burst water main.
1:23:14
Isank to the sand, ripping my shirt off as I went.
1:23:18
It was a present from my wife. That shirt
saved my life, which wouldn't have pleased her.
1:23:22
I used it as a tourniquet,
it was like turning off a tap.
1:23:26
I dragged myself across to Miller's body.
1:23:38
A present for you, Mama. From me.
1:23:44
Scream in the Dark. On the Run.
Cold Sweat - that's the one.
1:23:51
One more move, Fatso,
and I'll pump you full of lead.
1:23:54
Beautiful, ain 't it, Mama?
1:23:57
You like it? I knew you'd like it, Mama.