Agoraphobia Page #6

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Faye?

Faye.

You know,

this isn't Tom's fault.

I'm the one who told him

about your father being ill.

All he had to do was...

act like a courier

so he could meet you.

You know, I really do think

he fell for you.

So you see...

you beat me again.

Faye?

Faye...

it wasn't supposed

to happen like this.

You were supposed to just

go get the help you needed.

I offered you all my money.

Don't think

I didn't consider it.

It was certainly

a lot less work than all this.

It would mean being cooped up in here

with you for the rest of my life.

So you preferred

to just drive me crazy?

I hate to break it to you,

sweetheart,

but you've been bat-sh*t crazy

since the day I met you.

Look at you, Faye!

You finally did it!

Too bad that's as far

as you're gonna go.

Well, I guess you were right,

Faye.

You are getting better.

Maybe I should have taken you up

on that offer, Faye.

Lord knows the sex

wasn't half bad.

I was the best you've ever had.

Wait, what am I thinking?

I was the only one

you've ever had.

How are you going

to explain Stephanie's body?

Murder-suicide.

Poor, poor Faye.

Is it too late to take you up

on that offer, Faye?

I mean just look at you.

You could be

running marathons now.

We could have

a beautiful life together.

Think about it, Faye.

Who else are you going to find

who's going to put up

with all your little...

problems.

What we had

was something special.

Angel face?

You know I still love you.

Give me another chance, Faye.

I had these in Jamaica once.

Cheers.

So, uh...

have you seen

or heard her again?

I think her work is done.

I just can't believe they found

her body all cut into pieces.

I know.

I was so afraid of her,

but all she was trying to do

was to warn me about them.

Oh, I'll get it.

Used to it.

Detective! Come in.

Hello. Thank you.

Join us.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you,

I'm here on official business.

Well, I think mine

needs a little more rum.

Hello.

Come on, sit down for a minute.

Thank you.

Okay.

I wanted to tell you

the Medical Examiner's report

on those bones that we found buried

next your husband's body came back.

And the DNA proves that they

definitely belonged to your mother.

I already knew that.

You did?

You think your father's girlfriend

had something to do with it?

You'll have to ask her that.

Well, we definitely will.

Let me ask you something.

Are you ever going to tell me

what really happened here?

Do you believe in

the supernatural, Detective?

The supernatural? Like ghosts

and things like that?

Put it this way.

The spirits of our loved ones,

they watch over us.

I'd really like

to believe that.

Hamlet!

Oh, my gosh, Hamlet, my baby.

Oh, I missed you so much.

Are you okay?

Are you okay? Look at mommy.

Oh, my gosh.

I don't know what else

you want me to try, Elizabeth.

Really?

No, there's no way.

I don't think so. I don't want

to hear any more excuses.

You find a way.

I didn't spend

the best years of my life

with that man to be tossed

aside with nothing.

Nothing?

Elizabeth,

you're getting a condo

that's worth over ten million

dollars on the ocean.

You're getting more

than most women get

after 15 years of marriage.

What are you complaining about?

I don't care how much

this condo is worth.

I want everything.

If you can't find a way

to get that little hermit

out of my house,

I'll get another lawyer.

What the hell is this?

What the...?

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