Butterfly on a Wheel Page #5
- Year:
- 2007
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A-Abby!
Abby!
- Hey, whoa!
- I need help.
- Yeah, the line's back there, sir.
- No, this is an emergency.
My--my wife and child
have been kidnapped.
There's a psycho out there,
OK, he--he's taken
my wife and my little girl.
You got my car, he's driving my car.
He--it's a Range Rover,
"R"-"U", uh, 83--83 "A."
And there--he's got
a woman who's helping him. She's--
Pretending to be a sitter?
Randall, right?
Your name is Neil Randall?
- Yeah.
- I just spoke to your wife.
- She was here.
- What?
- W-wait, when?
- About half an hour ago.
You spoke--
you spoke to my wife?
- Yeah.
- She's OK?
- She explained the whole thing.
- OK.
She said that
you might show up with this story.
At the state you're in,
you'll try anything to stop her.
Stop her doing what?
Leaving you.
No, you don't understand.
No, she's not leaving me.
No, he made her say that.
OK? He's got
the whole thing planned.
He's smart. Oh, he--
he's smart, all right.
He, uh--he's got our daughter.
And he's made us--
forced us to do everything he says.
Look, I get it. I know how you feel.
Look, I get it. I know how you feel.
My wife left me a year ago.
I went a bit--crazy myself.
I'm not some
jealous husband, all right?
I'm the victim of a crime!
Look, you've been drinking.
I'm not drunk. He did this to me.
Do yourself a favor.
Go home, sober up.
Try and accept it, all right?
Nothing for me to do. Can't help you.
All right?
Let's go, I'll walk you out.
It's all right. Oh!
- Oh, baby.
- It's OK!
- It's OK.
- Are you OK?
- He didn't touch me.
- You promise me?
Yes, I promise.
He made me lie to that cop.
I thought you were going
to fall off the building.
I thought you were going to die.
Oh, baby.
Oh, baby I thought I'd lost you.
I thought--
- I thought I'd lost everything.
- It's OK.
Remember that feeling!
'Cause the next time I tell you to do
something you're going to do it, right?
Right, Mr. Randall?
Good, now we understand
each other.
Get in the back.
Why don't we just do it?
Whatever it is.
Yeah.
I love you, Abby.
You know that, right?
Look what it takes
for us to get this close.
You guess where you're going yet?
Just tell us.
We're going where you
were going all along.
We're going to meet the boss.
The top man.
Karl Granger.
I knew it had something
to do with work.
Maybe.
Jesus. I don't know anything, anymore.
Home sweet home.
You first, now.
Just ease the way.
What do I tell him?
Just tell him the truth.
Get out.
Just do it.
Hey, Neil.
There something
I forgot to ask you.
What?
How far would you go?
What?
To save the things
most important to you.
How far?
to protect my family.
Yeah, I can understand that.
And that's a great thing.
There's this one last thing
I want you to do.
Go on.
I want you to kill, Neil.
You wanted to know
what this was all about.
Well, this is it.
No. You are crazy. I can't do that.
You don't have to.
But if you don't...
You'll never see Sophie again.
Because believe one thing,
I don't give a damn
what happens to me.
I can't--I can't--
Neil, there's no debate here, OK?
There's one person in that house and if
they're not dead in the next 10 minutes,
someone else will be.
Have you forgotten
that feeling already?
10 minutes.
Oh, Jesus.
You scared the life out of me.
Judy?
I just took a shower.
I was beginning to think
you weren't going to make it.
Mmm.
God, Neil, you look awful.
What happened?
You were stuck with Abby
when you called, weren't you?
Is she OK?
Yeah. She's OK.
Well, she bought all that stuff
about going to Karl's, didn't she?
Yeah, she trusts me.
Yeah.
Anyways, let's get this jacket off.
No, no.
It's cold out there.
OK.
Well, come in by the fire, then.
The usual?
Yeah--yeah, thanks.
So, how did you find the place?
I thought you were going to call.
I know what's wrong.
It's a long drive,
plenty of time
to discover a conscience.
Look, Neil, don't you
think I felt guilty, too?
But we've had all these months
of watching our backs.
Going to our little French restaurant,
in the afternoons.
Now, finally, we can just relax
and enjoy each other.
Right?
I don't know.
Neil.
Neil?
- Look, have I done something wrong?
- No.
- Well, then, what is it?
- It's nothing.
Well, it's got to be something.
Who is that?
That's my husband Tom.
I guess now you can put a face
to the name.
Where is he right now?
You know where he is.
He's on that hunting trip.
That's why we're here.
God, anyway, what's
with the sudden interest in Tom?
You've never given a damn before--
What do you think
he would do, if he found out?
He's not going to find out.
Answer me!
Just what would Tom do?
I don't know what he'd do.
It would destroy him.
Christ!
Why are we even talking about this?
He's got Sophie.
What?!
Your husband has my child!
Why would Tom have Sophie? What--
Why would Tom have Sophie? What--
Because he knows about us!
- What?
- He knows everything, Judy.
Tom knows.
Baby.
He's going to kill her.
- What?
- If I don't...
If you--if you don't what? What?
Baby, you're scaring me.
He says, he's going to kill her--
- What are you--
- If I don't--
Doing with a...
No!
No!
Neil, don't!
Get off of me!
No! No!
I can't. I can't.
Do it!
Tom!
Do it, Neil.
I can't!
- No?
- I can't.
- Well, I can.
- No!
A life for a life.
Just one little number.
Do it, now. Do it, now.
- Tom!
- No!
Now! Do it!
No!
- I'm sorry.
- No, Neil!
No.
Now you see? Huh?
How much he really loves you.
- You piece of sh*t!
- Tom!
You piece of sh*t!
- It was just--
- Just?
That's a great word, isn't it?
It was just one of those office things.
Just fooling around.
Just an affair.
Just your cock in her mouth!
The mouth that kisses me
good-bye in the morning.
But hey! It's no big deal.
It's not a matter of life and death.
But then, you tell me,
what the f*** ever is? Get up.
Well, hmm, you're not
such a bad guy, Neil.
I mean, you go to work,
you go to the gym, you go home,
you pat your kid on the head.
You screw your wife.
Then you screw mine.
The end of a perfect day.
It wasn't her you were screwing,
Was it? No.
It was me.
Me you got inside.
Huh? So, come on, Neil.
Kiss me, huh? Come on, kiss me!
- Oh, you piece of sh*t!
- No!
Tom! No!
Please. Stop.
Oh.
I will.
I will.
Please.
Oh, God.
Where's my daughter?
She's at home, where she belongs.
What's going on?
Huh, baby? Are you all right?
We're getting out of here.
- Where is he?
- It's over.
- Please tell me what's going on, Neil.
- You were right.
It was work.
He had a grudge against Karl.
- So, what was Judy doing in there?
- What?
I thought I saw Judy at the window!
Look, I told you, didn't I?
OK, it was work.
Yes, but what was Judy doing there?
Look, it's complicated!
This could cause a lot of trouble
for the company--
The company--Karl--
Are you kidding me?
You've got to be--
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