Black Butterfly Page #4

- If you see something...

- Right.

You know where to find me.

Carcano!

Get down!

- Get up! Get up!

- Okay, alright!

Come here.

Come here, come here.

- Get in the trunk!

- Get that window, that window!

Get in! Move, move!

- Sh*t.

- - What?!

Bolt it, bolt it!

- Sh*t!

- Stay right there!

Who's shooting?!

He shot the cop?

- That's very good, Paul!

- Paul!

You're finally starting to

show some f***ing imagination!

He needs us alive,

just in case the cops come back.

Well, I got a great

f***ing imagination, too!

- He's gonna kill us.

- He's gonna kill us.

Come on!

Come here.

Jesus Christ.

He just killed a cop.

He just killed a f***ing cop!

Laura, please!

Stop it!

It's about thinking now,

all right?

Psst.

How old is your kid?

Two.

Two.

I can't think

about that right now.

We're gonna, hey, listen.

We're going to get out of here.

- We can't just sit here.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

You hear that?

What?

Yeah, there is a railroad

two miles from here.

A train goes by

every half an hour.

- He's on the roof.

- What's he doing?

What's he doing?

This is our chance.

This is our chance, we gotta go.

We gotta go,

we gotta go, go, go.

You have to run

as fast as you can.

Straight to the forest,

straight for the train,

and don't look back, all right?

Now, go, go, go, go, go.

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Come on!

The train is over this hill!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on.

- Ow, ow, ow!

- Hey.

- I can't, my ankle.

- Oh, yes, you can.

We're almost there,

almost there.

Are we finished playing

f***ing games, Paul?!

Get back to the f***ing house!

Come on, Laura.

You okay?

Where, where is he?

Uh, downstairs, I think.

Why is he here?

Oh.

I picked him up

on my way back here.

Come downstairs.

I'm not going down there.

Not there.

There.

You've been disloyal, Paul.

You forgot

all about our agreement.

- Our agreement?

- Uh-huh.

You're completely

out of your mind.

You know that, right?

You just killed

the f***ing sheriff,

and you're talking

about the agreement?!

You have been here three days.

First you put a

knife to my throat,

then a gun to my head.

And maybe I am crazy, too,

because why I didn't

toss you out, day one,

is baffling to me.

You still don't get it,

do you, Paul?

I'm the one writing the story.

I mean, I gave you your chance

until you had that brilliant

idea to open the door.

It's your fault

the sheriff's dead.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I didn't kill anybody.

You did! You did!

This is f***ing insane!

Wh... why are you

still sitting here?

They're gonna storm this place,

and you are definitely

going back to prison.

Now, how is that

for an ending, Jack?

You know...

...none of that happens

unless I say so.

And if I do decide to

let them in and kill me...

...you get to write the story.

You have to let her go.

Hey...

What the f*** is her name?

- Laura.

- Thank you.

Laura!

How does it feel

to see a real murder,

not just one in the movies?

You stab someone,

you slit their throat,

they fall to the ground

in seconds. Done, dead.

Well, you know, I'm not

interested. You're a sick person.

You make your life-

hey, let her go!

- Stay right there.

- You don't have the guts, Paul.

Shoot!

No, don't, stop!

Ow!

Jack!

What the f***?!

You let her go, Jack!

Come on!

Where is she?

What did you do to her?

What did you... f***er.

Which actor should play me?

A f***ing maniac.

You know, you'd have killed

me without a second thought.

Hm.

I like that.

Why are there

scalpels in your bag?

The trinkets?

The journal?

Is that what it is?

What does it mean, Jack?

It means you have no manners.

Going through

a guest's belongings.

Nothing worse than betrayal.

I'm gonna finish

our story, Paul.

You're not capable of it.

You finally found

some imagination.

What did you do, Jack?

Where is your knife?

Throw it over there.

It's okay.

Nobody knows she's here.

We'll get rid of the body, it'll

be like nothing ever happened.

Come on.

We got some work to do.

- Let's put an end to this-

- stay right there!

This is gonna end

the way I want.

There's only one

way this'll end, Paul.

We clean this sh*t up

before the cops come here

- and find out what we did.

- We didn't do anything.

You did! Alone!

And I need the police

to find that out.

- You need the police?

- Yes, I do.

I can recognize a

sign from Providence

when I come across one

because I have received so few.

Oy, come over here.

Hands on your head,

get on the ground.

I am grateful to you, Jack.

I know it doesn't look like

that right now, but I am.

And you know why?

Because you have

been sent by god.

A drifter, barely a

step ahead of the cops,

running and killing these women,

so vulnerable,

stolen away and butchered

somewhere in the

dark of the woods.

But chance has made me

the one to stop you.

- I didn't kill these women.

- You don't have to convince me.

You know why I have

never been caught?

When Providence signals to me,

I recognize it instantly.

A woman alone in her car

waiting for her boyfriend

to get out of work. He's late.

She rolls down her window

to have a cigarette.

Her hand hangs outside.

Adjusts the

rear-view mirror and...

...and it feels so clear.

Or a housewife out in the woods

apart from her family

just long enough.

Just long enough for me to know

that Providence is smiling

at me, this very moment.

But...

...you have to be...

...able to embrace it.

The drifter on

the side of the road.

Don't let him walk away.

Pick him up.

Dress him for the part.

I mean, you know, I have to say

you really made me earn this.

Wow. Yeah.

You think you know more

than me about reality?

I'm only a writer, right?

I'm gonna show you reality.

You build it.

Now stand up.

Stand up!

All right, Jack.

This is how the story ends.

- Go to zone two.

- - Yeah.

Cover your ears.

We'll ship the

DNA samples off, right away.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm good, I'm good.

- He's mine.

- Okay, go get him.

Oh, I'll take care of it.

I'll tell them you had guests.

Where's the k-9 unit?

Over here?

Well, I got a great

f***ing imagination, too!

He's on the roof.

This is our chance. We gotta go,

we gotta go, we gotta go.

Did you check the prints?

- Hey, boss.

- Good job.

Thanks.

Hey.

How you holding up?

- Good.

- You good?

Yeah.

I'm proud of you.

You hung right in there.

Look, Jack, he's a little

crazy, but he's my guy.

Okay, guys, clear out.

Here.

Make the most of it.

It's gonna be your

last for a while.

We've been tracking you

down for three years.

Never found a crime scene

until it was too late.

And even then...

...you left us nothing.

Until now.

We're out in

the open here, Paul.

No more secrets.

Perhaps you'll remember this.

Know why

I have never been caught?

When Providence signals to me,

I recognize it instantly.

A woman alone in her car waiting

for her boyfriend to get out work.

I hate myself

for not catching you

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