Butterfly on a Wheel Page #4

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Why don't you just go back to Denver?

It's a really great time

to bring that up, baby.

Really great.

I'm sorry.

Neil, his phone.

He just called the sitter.

We can get the number, quick!

Hurry up. Hurry up.

555-1215.

He's coming, he's coming.

I'm not going to let that a**hole--

Put it down, put it down!

I want this delivered.

There will be a nice

surprise waiting for you.

Take the train.

One hour there and back.

What is it?

I'll wait here.

No.

What did you say?

I think you heard me.

Neil, come on.

Don't worry about it, Abby.

I think, underneath it all,

he's really quite the family man.

You're really beginning

to annoy me, Neil.

But anger is good, right?

Really beginning to piss me off.

What exactly are you

going to do about that--

(Indistinct)

Stop!

Please, get off.

Please, stop.

Will this do you, boyo, huh?

- Will this do you?

- Please, no!

He'll do it.

That box. One hour.

It's OK...

Are you OK, baby?

Are you OK? It's OK.

I'm OK, I'm OK.

Final boarding call

for the express to New York City...

Final boarding call

for the express to New York City...

Baby, we can't, it's too dangerous. Please.

Yeah.

What's he trying to do to us, huh?

He's wiping out our lives. Bit by bit.

- I'm calling that number.

- No. Are you crazy--

After he dialed, the first thing

he said was "827."

Now, why would he say that?

It's gotta be a hotel room.

What if he's watching?

It's a hotel, Allerton Crowne Plaza.

I knew it.

This could be the only chance we get.

It's 8 blocks from here.

May I help you?

We've got an hour.

Excuse me.

- I'm sorry, this is an emergency.

- Excuse me. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, come on, are you serious?

Oh, God, what's next?

Abby, I'm not going to wait

to find out what's next. I'm opening it.

Neil...

I gotta do it, baby,

I gotta find out.

The whole thing's

a mind game, Abby.

Don't worry. We'll get her back.

Come on.

Good evening. Welcome

to the Allerton Crowne Plaza.

- Can I help you?

- Have you seen...

They're here. Dark haired, 40-year-old

woman with a little girl in a pink sweatsuit.

- They checked in today.

- All right.

They said that the little

girl seemed really quiet.

Keep her talking.

Is there a dry cleaning service here?

- Yes, ma'am, there is.

- Oh, good.

Honey.

Honey, we really ought to get going.

Thank you so much.

We'll take the stairs.

825. It's the next one.

It's going to be on that side.

Shh.

It's a TV.

- Wait here.

- No.

- You need to wait here.

- Be careful.

I'm calling the cops

if anything happens, OK?

The space

beneath the rock is vacant,

She who gives--

(Indistinct)

I want my diary!

Speaking of vacant,

anybody seen Dork, Dorkk, and Dorky?

Wow! Good thing that problem cleared up,

huh, Edd?

Enough is enough, Eddy.

My mind is riddled with

unpleasant images.

I implore you. Please,

I could use some help here!

(Indistinct)

That's it! I suggest

we sneak back to the house,

we bury the book

within its boundaries,

and deceptively plead amnesia.

I like that!

Double D, that's so underhanded!

Oh, yeah. You're right.

Oh.

You think you can

get away with anything

because you're just that bit smarter

than the rest of us.

Huh?

Tell me something, Neil.

How does it feel

to be played, huh?

We're just trying

to save our daughter.

Abby!

Where is she? Where is she?

How come you didn't

have another one, Abby?

Hmm?

I'm not sure you're the perfect wife

you'd like to think you are.

Hmm? I'm not sure

you even any better--

Bastard!

Leave her alone!

Don't you touch her.

Look at me. Are you OK?

Here you go.

Put it on, Abby. See, huh?

- Want to put this on?

- No.

Come on, Abby, put it on.

Put it on. Take it.

- You'll pay for this.

- Put it on.

- She's not doing it.

- Why not, huh?

- I said she's not doing it!

- Why not? She might like it.

I said she's not doing it!

No, Neil.

You're not putting your big dick pride

before your kid, are you?

Please, stop. Don't...

I'll do it.

I'll do it, I'll do it.

Come on, Abby.

Come on.

Come here, come here.

Stay there, now.

I think she's enjoying this.

Danger.

Yeah.

Acting out the victim.

This is the most alive she's felt in years.

Yeah, let's put the dress on.

Oh, yeah, that's it.

She smells good.

Smells real good.

When this is over, I will kill you.

Yeah, yeah, but it isn't over,

is it, Neil?

No.

You be there at 8:00.

Otherwise, you'll never see

either of them again.

Be where? Be where at 8:00?

The answer's right here, Neil,

Staring you in the face.

You're hitting the big time, now.

Let's see if you can make it to the top.

What are you talking about?

Why don't you have a Scotch

while you figure it out?

Neil!

Tell me where, for Christ's sake!

Be where?

Prick!

Come on. Hurry up.

Unh!

Come on!

You just want your life back.

What do you think?

Well, get out of the car then.

Sh*t.

Hit the big time...

Sh*t.

Oh, oh, sh*t.

Yeah?

Missing you already.

I made it. I'm at the clock tower.

Too late.

No, no, no, I did what you asked.

I--I--I got here.

You're too late.

Jesus Christ.

What do you want from me?

It's not all bad.

I'll let you say good-bye.

What? No, wait.

- Neil? Neil?

- Baby, listen.

- Neil, listen, he's got--

- Time's up.

W-where are you?

W-what are you going to do?

Come and take a look, Neil.

- Where?

- The edge, Neil.

Just step up to the edge

and look down.

OK...OK...

You're not scared, are you?

A little bird told me

you're not crazy about heights.

I'm at the edge.

I'm at the goddamn edge!

Abby really wanted one last look.

- No, wait, wait.

- But if you haven't got the balls--

I can't even see you.

You're not at the edge, Neil,

or we'd see you.

- I want to see you standing.

- Wait, wait!

OK, OK, I--

- I see you.

- Stand up, Neil.

No...

- Get up.

- No.

- Neil, get up.

- Please, don't do this.

Be a real man for once in your life.

Unh...

I'm here.

I'm...

Tell him to move back.

It's too dangerous.

- I'm on the edge.

- (Indistinct)

Tell him to move back. That's enough!

No, please, he'll kill himself.

That's enough! Listen to me!

No!

- Don't you touch her!

- Get in the car.

Stay in here. Stay in there.

Listen, it doesn't matter

that you were late.

I was going to have her anyway.

Only she doesn't know that yet.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this to me?

Why? Why...

Haven't you seen it yet?

Huh, Neil?

What are you talking about?

The answer is up there.

Ah, it's right there. Look around.

- Where?

- It's under your nose.

Come on, you want

to know why, don't you?

Aah!

What does it mean?

I'll tell you what it means.

It means stamping out a problem.

Crushing it.

So, now I've got

your daughter and your wife.

And you're just a tiny dot in the sky

worth nothing.

Please, no, I'm begging you, don't.

And what exactly am I going to do?

I'll leave that to your imagination, Neil.

Don't you hang up! Don't you hang up!

Sweet dreams.

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