what a nice young couple you are. what brings you out to these parts?
oh, what a nuisance. a fly begins to buzz around gladys's head. she doesn't seem to notice it.
oh, don't worry yourself about that, sweetheart. it'll all be over soon. sandra nods at the old woman, unsure of what to make of that response. the fly that was circling her head, now lands on gladys's face. it crawls across her cheek without her reacting in the least. howard and sandra exchange looks. creepy. the door jingles and jeep walks in. he heads straight for a quiet huddle with bob. all the while though, he keeps one eye fixed on the old lady sitting at the table near the andersons. something about her.
thank you, dear. how far along are you?
the father must be very proud.
you mean he's.
oh, i see. so you're not married, i take it? a fly lands on gladys's steak. charlie tries to wave it away. but another one lands in its place.
that's too bad.
but what about the baby?
yeah, but it's gonna burn. charlie freezes. the andersons turn to look as well. kyle glances over from the counter.
i said your fucking baby's gonna burn. charlie shakes her head at the woman, not giving in.
all those babies. they're gonna burn.
shut up, you stupid fucking cunt! all you do is complain! complain! complain! sandra covers her mouth in shock. everybody in the diner is now focused on the old lady. howard gets up from the booth.
you're all going to fucking die! percy is the first to react. from behind the counter, he whips a heavy metal frying pan at gladys that knocks her head sideways. thwack! bones break and burst from her neck. impossibly, gladys is still standing. she lets out an inhuman scream and scrambles across the diner, knocking tables and chairs over in her wake. bob pulls a shotgun from behind the counter.
you'll never save her. jeep freezes, stunned by her words, overwhelming fear paralyzing him where he stands.