Apartment 4E Page #5

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YOU ALL LIVED TOGETHER?

UH...

WHAT ARE THESE FOR?

AM I SUPPOSED TO GUESS

WHAT THESE ARE?

THE HANDCUFFS ON YOUR BED.

KINDA KINKY.

MY DAD'S A COP.

AND I STOLE THEM.

YOU STOLE THEM?

THE GUN, TOO.

BUT I DIDN'T STEAL ENOUGH BULLETS.

SO, YOU HAVE A KEY,

RIGHT?

NO, WHY?

YOU'RE NOT TALKING!

( water stops )

JOHN! JOHN!

JOHN, WE HAD A DEAL!

OH...

( chuckling )

IT'S NOT FUNNY.

OHH...

IT IS VERY FUNNY.

YOU HAVE THE KEY,

RIGHT?

I DIDN'T HAVE TIME

TO STEAL THE KEY.

YOU'RE GOING TO JUS LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS?

YOU BROKE DOWN MY DOOR.

NOW, YOU'VE CHAINED

YOURSELF TO MY BED.

I'VE HAD VERY LITTLE

TO DO WITH IT.

( laughing )

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR WIFE.

WHY?

WHAT'S HER NAME?

YOU'RE NOT CONCERNED

ABOUT THIS?

DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SAY

"HANDCUFFS" IN SPANISH?

NO, NO.

IT'S NEVER COME UP.

ESPOSAS.

I'LL REMEMBER THAT.

IT ALSO MEANS WIFE.

THEY HAVE THE SAME

WORD FOR BOTH:

WIFE, HANDCUFF,

HANDCUFF, WIFE.

ARE YOU TRYING:

TO TELL ME SOMETHING?

NO, I AM TELLING YOU SOMETHING.

ARE YOU TRYING NOT TO UNDERSTAND?

NO, I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

OH, AT LEAST YOU'RE CONSISTENT.

YOU FEEL TRAPPED

BY YOUR WIFE.

NO, NO, I FEEL TRAPPED

BY THESE HANDCUFFS.

SAME THING!

SEMANTICS!

INDEED.

YOU FEEL TRAPPED BY YOUR WIFE,

AND YOUR WIFE HAS LOCKED YOU TO ME.

WHICH DOESN'T MAKE SENSE,

BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW YOUR WIFE.

THEY'RE YOUR HANDCUFFS!

( laughing )

THAT MAKES EVEN LESS SENSE.

IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

BECAUSE, I...

I DON'T HAVE A WIFE.

HMM. WIVES...

KNIVES, HOT POTATOES.

WHAT-WHAT ON EARTH

ARE YOU DOING?

GAINING A NEW PERSPECTIVE.

WHAT'S HER NAME?

WHO?

YOUR HOT POTATO.

YOUR... WIFE.

YOUR KNIFE.

YOUR HANDCUFF.

JENNY.

DID YOU HAVE TO:

THINK ABOUT IT?

NO.

( muttering )

JENNY AND JOHNNY,

THAT'S AN UNLIKELY PAIR.

JENNY. MY-MY WIFE'S

NAME IS JENNY.

HMM. HOW DID JENNY

LOCK JOHNNY TO ME?

JENNY HAS NOTHING

TO DO WITH THIS.

MOLLIE. MOLLIE'S THE KEY

TO YOUR LITTLE HANDCUFF.

TO YOUR LITTLE WIFE.

( giggling )

( chuckling )

AM I ON TO SOMETHING?

YES.

OHH.

YOU FIGURED IT ALL OUT.

OOH, IS THA WHAT I'VE DONE?

HOW VERY CLEVER OF ME.

"BUT WHY?" SHE ASKS,

WHILE PICKING UP

THE STILL LOADED GUN.

DID JENNY AND JOHNNY

MOVE AWAY?

A JOB.

NOPE.

YES.

IT WAS A JOB.

NO, TOO EASY!

SOMETHING SINISTER,

I SUSPECT.

SINISTER?

YOU WATCH CLOSELY

NOW, JOHN.

THIS IS WHERE I GE ALL SCARY AND UNPREDICTABLE.

OHH!

WHO THE F*** ARE YOU?

OH, I JUST TOLD YOU.

WHAT-WHAT-

BULLSHIT.

I'M JOHN. JOHN SHARP.

MOLLIE'S BROTHER.

YOU KNEW WHERE:

SHE LIKED TO BE KISSED.

IT WAS ALL...

OVER YOUR FACE,

WHEN I SAID WE WERE LOVERS,

YOU WERE GETTING OFF ON IT.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

YOU!

THE WAY YOU WERE

TALKING ABOUT HER.

THE SHEETS, ROSEMARY!

THE WAY YOU WERE LOOKING AT ME.

THE WAY YOU WERE

TALKING ABOUT HER.

IF YOU'RE HER BROTHER,

I SHOULD PUT A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD.

EASY, NOW.

PIPER. RIGHT NOW.

JUST TAKE IT EASY.

DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M

HAVING A HARD TIME, JOHNNY?

I'M-I'M A THERAPIST-

COME HERE TO HELP YOU.

YOU'VE ANY IDEA HOW MANY

THERAPISTS I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFETIME?

NO.

36. THAT'S 36 THERAPISTS.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MAKES ME?

I, UH-

AND DON'T SAY "CRAZY."

I WAS GOING TO SAY "TIRED."

( laughing )

EXPERIENCED.

AND YOU ARE NOT A THERAPIST, JOHN.

( chuckling )

THAT GUN ISN'T EVEN LOADED.

YOU SAID SO, IT'S NOT LOADED.

( muttering )

TOLD YOU I EXAGGERATE.

THIS IS STUPID, PIPER.

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SHOOT ANYONE.

PIPER, JUST PUT THE GUN DOWN.

HMM.

( yells, mumbles )

CONFESS...

CONFESS TO WHAT?

YOU EAVESDROP IN CHAT ROOMS,

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW MOLLIE!

BUT, OF COURSE I KNOW HER!

THAT IS NO GOOD ENOUGH, JOHN!

OKAY! I'M-I'M-I'M

NOT HER BROTHER.

I'M NOT.

( John breathing heavily )

( mumbling )

HMM.

WHO THE F*** ARE YOU?

SOMEONE SENT ME HERE.

WHO SENT YOU?

MOLLIE.

I, UH, IT'S COMPLICATED.

IT'S COMPLICATED.

LOOK, I-I JUST,

I JUST CAME HERE TO HELP.

WELL, YOU'RE DOING A REAL

BANG UP JOB HERE, JOHNNY.

I KNOW, THIS-THIS WASN' HOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO.

THIS? THIS?

WHAT IS THIS?

THIS. US. ALL OF IT.

THERE IS NO US!

THERE IS ME...

AND SOME SICK LYING F***

HANDCUFFED TO MY BED.

THAT IS NOT AN US!

PIPER, I AM-

SIT DOWN!

OKAY. ALL RIGHT.

I... I AM JUST-

I AM JUST TRYING-

YOU ARE NOT JUST-

YOU ARE NOT JUST.

I CAME HERE TO TALK.

( exhales deeply )

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

OKAY.

I WANT THE TRUTH.

NO, YOU DON'T.

THEN WHA DO I WANT?

I DON'T KNOW WHA YOU WANT, PIPER,

BUT IT'S DEFINITELY

NOT THE TRUTH.

HOW DO YOU:

KNOW MOLLIE?

UNLOCK THESE HANDCUFFS.

I CAN'T.

I'LL LEAVE. I PROMISE.

HOW DO YOU KNOW MOLLIE?

IT DOESN'T MATTER!

IT MATTERS TO ME.

NO, IT DOESN'T.

IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO YOU.

YOU-YOU LET ME IN

BECAUSE OF WHAT I KNOW,

NOT HOW I KNOW IT.

WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HER?

HUH? THIS?

THIS IS THE BES THAT YOU COULD DO?

IT'S BULLSHIT!

( clanking )

OKAY.

HMM.

I'M SORRY, PIPER.

JUST UNLOCK THESE HANDCUFFS.

I'LL LEAVE, I PROMISE.

YOU PUT THEM ON.

I DIDN'T MEAN TO.

HMM...

COME ON, JOHN.

THIS IS WHY YOU CAME HERE.

WHAT? TO CHAIN MYSELF

TO YOUR BED?

OR TO CHAIN YOURSELF TO ME!

TO THROW YOURSELF

IN FRONT OF THIS...

LITTLE TRAIN WRECK.

SAVE ME.

PIPER, I'VE TOLD YOU

ALL THAT MATTERS.

SHE WAS WORRIED:

ABOUT YOU,

WORRIED WHAT YOU

MIGHT DO TO YOURSELF.

SO, SHE SENT YOU

TO LIE FOR HER?

NO, NO. SHE SENT ME

HERE TO TALK TO YOU.

FIRST RULE OF THERAPY:

DON'T UPSET A SUICIDAL SHUT-IN

BY LYING YOUR WAY

INTO HER APARTMENT.

YES, I'M SORRY THE WAY

THINGS TURNED OUT HERE.

OH... IMPRESSIVE BI OF ABDICATION THERE, JOHN.

THINGS DIDN'T JUS TURN OUT THIS WAY.

YOU MADE IT ALL HAPPEN.

YOU KNOCKED ON MY DOOR,

REMEMBER?

YOU MADE CHOICES,

AND YOU FOLLOWED THROUGH.

TAKE SOME CREDIT, JOHN.

THIS IS YOUR SHOW-

YOUR SHOW AFTER ALL-

AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH.

WOULDN'T IT FEEL BETTER IF...

YOU TOOK SOME RESPONSIBILITY?

( sighs )

IT WOULD BE SO F***ED UP,

IF I PULL THIS TRIGGER

RIGHT NOW, WOULDN'T IT?

PIPER, STOP IT.

WHAT WOULD YOU:

TELL MOLLIE?

HERE COME THE LAST WORDS,

JOHN. READY?

PUT IT DOWN.

( breathing heavily )

STOP IT.

YOU MADE ME DO IT!

MOLLIE WAS MY WIFE.

SHE WAS NEVER MARRIED.

YES, SHE WAS.

TO ME.

SHE WOULD HAVE TOLD ME.

YES, SHE WOULD HAVE.

BUT SHE WAS MARRIED...

TO ME.

DIVORCED?

NO.

YOU WERE SEPARATED?

YES.

SHE WOULD HAVE TOLD ME.

WE WERE IN LOVE ONCE.

I LOVED HER.

I- I THINK SHE STILL LOVED ME.

NO, SHE LOVES ME.

DOES SHE?

YES, SHE DOES.

HOW DO YOU KNOW?

SHE TOLD ME SO.

DID SHE EVER:

ACTUALLY WRITE THAT?

MOLLIE LOVES ME,

I KNOW SHE DOES.

MOLLIE WAS MY WIFE.

THAT'S HOW I KNOW ABOUT YOU,

AND THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.

THE JEALOUS HUSBAND?

NO.

YOU SPIED ON HER!

YOU SPIED ON US,

AND IF YOU DID,

THEN YOU KNOW.

THAT SHE LOVES ME.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

DOES MOLLIE KNOW

YOU'RE HERE?

DOES ANYONE?

WHY DID YOU COME?!

I DON'T KNOW.

I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE,

I DON'T KNOW WHY I CAME.

THAT IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!

WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?

THE TRUTH.

THE TRUTH.

THE TRUTH IS I AM SITTING

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