Black Butterfly Page #3

and gives the guy a lift.

The writer and the

stranger start talking

and the writer offers

the stranger some work

'cause he feels sorry for him.

But even then,

he's kinda concerned

'cause he doesn't

know who this guy is.

I mean, he could be anybody.

So by the time they

get to the house,

the writer's already beginning

to regret his offer-

no, no, no.

It's not like this.

Paul.

It's just a story.

Yeah.

Eh, it's a good start.

Go on.

You're the writer, man.

You write it.

But you gotta be committed.

Okay, sure, yeah.

When do you think

you'll be done?

Who said you could

read the script?

Why not?

Because I'm still

working on it.

You can't read this.

It's called a work

in progress, you know?

That's not the problem.

This story, the way it happens,

it's too easy.

- Too easy?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's exactly what happened.

- Really?

Are you sure about that?

he's just some guy standing

at the counter of a diner.

But what do we really

know about him?

What do we know?

You know, maybe, uh,

you know, maybe he

was partnered up

with the truck

driver who barged in.

Maybe they

worked it out in advance,

Jack and the truck driver.

You know, they said,

"when this guy comes in,

you start a fight with him.

Then I'll come in, save his ass,

and he'll be

eternally grateful. "

And later, in the parking lot,

what Jack whispers in his ear,

is, uh, "thanks, buddy.

Now he's mine. "

Then Jack takes

off down the road.

And then later the

writer's driving home,

so what does he do?

I mean, he wants

to be a nice guy,

so he offers him work-

so if, if Jack

had some kind of, uh,

relationship with the

truck driver, that,

that would be very interesting.

I mean...

You're the writer, right?

- Yeah.

- Maybe the truck driver

should come back into the story,

towards the end.

I have a better

ending in mind.

Hard to speak

a single word, isn't it?

That's where your script fails.

That was the only

way to show you.

The woman on the

run in your script,

she's about to have

her throat slit.

What the f***? And you have her

pleading with him.

If she reacted

like you just did,

that would be realistic.

I just wanted to

show you some real.

Sorry for the scare.

Jack!

Jack!

What's up?

Did you hear that scream?

- Scream?

- Just now.

- You didn't hear it?

- No.

It was a woman's scream.

I heard it from inside.

You didn't hear it?

You mean that?

- Hm?

- Nah.

Mm.

You expecting somebody?

It's the grocery store.

I got a standing order.

They deliver every week.

Paul, not too far.

What are you doing?

He's a f***ing delivery man.

Put it down!

- Hi.

- Oh, hey, Mr. Lopez.

- Hank's not working today?

- No, not today.

- Here's your delivery.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Lopez,

pat mentioned

- you may have a check for him.

- I can't pay you today.

You know, and I told pat that.

Yeah, he also said

a postdated check would be fine.

I don't have that for you today.

I'm sorry.

Well, I don't really wanna

get in trouble my first day.

You won't. I... I...

I know pat, a long time.

It's gonna... you're gonna

be fine, all right?

Just leave it there... good.

- Thank you.

- Okay, bye.

All right. Okay, bye.

Paul.

Where are you going?

We had an agreement.

Now you're breaking it.

An agreement? You had a

gun on me, a gun, Jack!

I don't know what your

f***ing game is, not anymore.

- Listen to me.

- No, you listen to me!

You point a gun at me, just

because someone was at the door!

- Come on!

- I'm a little paranoid.

So what?

Where you going, Paul?

Wherever the f*** I want to.

What about the

woman's scream, eh?

I imagined that, right?

I imagined that?!

You know, you're a real

disappointment, Paul.

I invite you to my home, and

I'm a prisoner in my own house?!

Hey!

Look at what you

made me do, Paul.

Hey, don't make me hurt you.

Do not!

Don't, make me, hurt you.

Don't make me hurt you.

You know, I don't

know what you're talking about

with that woman screaming.

And, yeah, you bet

strangers make me nervous

as you would be, if you'd

just got out of prison.

They're looking for you,

aren't they?

Doesn't matter.

I ain't never going back.

Get some rest, Paul.

Got a lot of work

to do tomorrow.

Sh*t.

Now, in the movies,

you grab two wires from

under the steering column,

touch 'em together,

engine starts, right?

- Right.

- What's in the bag, Paul?

We had an agreement.

What do you want me to say?

All right.

I, I was going to drink.

Alone.

That's why you're stuck, Paul.

Come on. Come with me.

Come on!

Grab your bag.

Take the booze out of the bag.

You don't have to be

afraid of me, Paul.

I'm here to help you.

Now, I want you to smash it

against that wall over there.

Smash it.

Come on.

Get back to work.

F*** me, f*** me, f*** me...

...f*** me.

- Laura.

- I've been calling you for days.

I... I'm confused. I mean,

maybe you don't want me to be

your real estate agent anymore,

but you asked me out.

- I mean, maybe I got that

wrong- - yeah, yeah, yeah.

What happened to your face?

Get in your car

and leave right now.

- Why?

- There is no time.

- What's going on?

- There is someone else here.

- Who?

- Give me the keys.

Trust me. Get in.

What's going on?!

I'll explain

to you later, I'm sorry.

Tell me later?

Paul, what is going on?

You have to tell me.

Where are you going?

I'll explain later!

Out! Out!

Do what he says.

Do what he says.

Move! Now you, Paul,

take the keys out!

Jack, calm down,

just calm down!

Get out! Move!

You, go!

Jack, calm down, man.

Calm down, please.

Take off the hand brake, and start

pushing the car into the pond.

You, help him!

Move!

Move! Faster! Faster!

Now move.

Get up to the house.

I'll get it.

Marion?

- She's the babysitter.

- Ah.

Please, let me go.

I have a baby, please, let me...

Please.

You see how

disorientated people get

when their future is uncertain?

They always tend

to imagine the worst.

You too, Paul.

You always imagine the worst.

- What's the sheriff doing here?

- No idea.

Come on.

You're both smart enough

not to try anything, right?

Right.

Paul.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Deputy carcano.

How can I help you?

You shouldn't leave your tools out

in this weather, they'll get rusty.

Yeah. I'll get around to it.

You know, it's been busy.

Listen, we're

looking for this woman.

I was wondering if by any

chance you've seen her?

Michelle Emerson?

Uh, no, no, no, I'm sorry.

You know, I haven't.

Hm, she works

for the post office.

she was due to deliver a package

earlier today from Los Angeles.

- Here?

- Yeah.

Huh, hold on,

hold on, hold on.

I was expecting something

from my agent, yeah.

But I, I never got it,

and I, I didn't see this woman,

- that's for sure.

- Huh.

Do you have a mailbox

elsewhere on the property?

Perhaps she left it there.

No, no, no.

Everything I get is dropped

off here at the house, yeah.

Right, right. Well, listen,

thanks for your time, huh?

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