The Young Arsonists

Did you know that this was going to happen?

Things were nice here for a little while.

I guess you were trying to warn me of something.

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Nine.

Ten.

Hey!

Hey.

When are you done?

Now. Let's go.

Shit, shit.

Hey!

Here he comes!

Hey!

Get back here and finish the lawn!

Come on!

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

Why are we still here? This place sucks.

Well, we don't have money.

Hey, kids!

Veronica!

I saw her boobies!

I mean, we can always sell electricity to the Mennonites.

Where do you want to go now?

Veronica?

Keep up, Ferguson!

Let's go!

Wait up!

Woohoo!

Whoo!

Veronica?

Why are we back at my old house?

Shit.

We should get out of here.

Seriously, Veronica.

The potato gun?

Looks like someone let us in.

This place is going to waste.

It's all crap anyway.

I always loved it here.

Forget it.

If a house has been empty for over a year,

you could take it over.

Squatter's rights.

Gavin told me.

Whatever.

What does your dad know?

What the hell?

Don't talk shit about my family.

At least we still have our house.

Yeah, you're right.

Let's take your farm back.

No, come on.

We still have our plan though.

We're getting out of this shit hole town.

Oh, till death do us part.

I saw you at the farm today.

Have you been here the whole time?

I thought you'd be bloody

from the thresher accident.

Will I see you again?

What's it like being dead?

Sometimes I want to die too.

Get Finnegan out of the house!

Did you get milk?

Where's your head?

Now that school's out, I expect you to help

around the house.

I will, but me and Veronica want to do

a dance camp this summer.

We can't afford it.

They're offering it free for kids who can't pay.

That's garbage.

They posted a notice about it at school.

No, that.

It's Seamus'.

Well, there's no room.

Let her keep them.

Did you look at the washer?

Yeah. It's broke.

Hmm.

Is it a bad one?

Do you want some Aspirin?

Can you pass me my smokes?

You should quit.

I know.

Tomorrow.

Remote, yet so close.

There's a shy creature there.

Perhaps you've already heard of it,

but you're unlikely to ever look it in the eye.

It is a rare sight out in the open.

This proficient hunter has adapted itself excellently -

Smells like it's burning!

Hold your horses. I got it.

Ow!

Shit!

Ah, Christ.

What have you done now?

Ah, it's just a little one.

Won't scar.

[TELEVISION PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND]

You can't fool me. Show me.

I'm just keeping her warm. She was cold outside.

She has a feather blanket.

Is she dreaming?

It looks like she's dreaming.

Her name's Jessica.

Well, Jessica is sleeping.

So you should too.

Say goodnight.

Night.

Check for the electrical.

Is it sparking?

Looks like it.

That one right there?

Try it again?

How was that?

Why don't I have any photos of you?

How come you never even let Mom and Dad

take your picture?

I'm getting your last roll of film developed,

so at least I'll have that.

I guess I just wonder what you saw

just before you died.

I hope it's cool that I still write to you.

Home sweet home.

It smells like shit in here.

Eww. It could really use a deep clean.

What are they doing here?

I thought it was just going to be you and me.

It's too good not to share.

I heard someone died in this house.

Get out.

Bitch!

I said get the fuck out!

What's your problem?

You.

Screw you.