Camera Obscura Page #5

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It was always gonna be me.

Just like the guy before me,

the guy before him.

And on and on. I don't know where

it begins or where it ends.

Evil curses, doctors, spirits.

All of them.

Flawed, ignorant, hopeless.

We have one fate.

One pre-f***ing-destination!

It's the elections, wars...

The bugs we step on

when we walk across the street!

We think we can change things.

We think we're in control.

Hey, Jack. Can we steal

you for a minute?

I'm gonna need you

to come with us.

Uh, sorry. This isn't a good time.

It's time to go.

You don't have a say in this.

What's going on here?

Uh, just... lock the door.

I'll be okay.

Wait, Jack.

What's going on?

Jack?

He's not going anywhere.

On what grounds?

My grounds.

Look, you've made

your point clear.

Just give me a few more hours with him.

He's gonna break.

Ford, you're being

awful quiet over there.

Do we have enough

to hold him any longer?

No, sir. We don't.

I know how hard you've been working

on this, but just stay on it.

Get more on him

and let's charge this guy.

With all due f***ing respect,

you're making a mistake.

This man spent six months

in a war zone.

As a photographer.

Jesus Christ.

Do you know what he saw? Do you

know what he is desensitized to?

This man's friends died

in front of him.

He lost everything.

I'm not saying

that he's cleared,

but if he's innocent, for us to keep

him here, to put him through this...

This is retarded. He already admitted he was

in river hills subdivision on Thursday.

Which he explained.

Now, with all due respect,

I don't think we can keep

someone here based on a hunch.

And can we please not use "retarded"

like that? It's offensive.

No one says that anymore.

F***ing millennials.

All right, all right.

Let's calm down here.

Dawson, I trust you,

but we need more.

Now let's do this right.

Cut him loose.

Yes, sir.

Let me out of here!

You can't keep me here

without an attorney!

Get me out of here!

Look, I've been here all day.

Okay?

I've been cooperative with you. I am not

gonna say another word without my attorney.

Gunshot to the neck.

Falls four stories.

Stabbed in the stomach.

Skull crushed.

Beaten and impaled.

Which was your favorite,

Mr. Zeller? Talk to me.

What the hell is he still doing here?

Sir, she's impossible.

I put you with her to keep

her from doing this sh*t.

Get him out of here.

Mr. Zeller,

you're free to go.

See ya.

Drive safe, Jack.

Yes, sir.

Hi. Um...

About those deaths that have

been in the news lately.

Hey, baby.

I'm on my way home.

I need you to stay in the house, okay?

Make sure the doors are locked.

I... f***.

Damn it.

I need you to go faster.

Claire?

Claire?

Claire, listen to me.

Whatever you do today,

do not go to the warehouse,

okay?

Don't go to the warehouse.

Call me when you get this, okay?

I don't know how

this is gonna end.

I, uh...

I may have to go away

for a while.

But, uh,

I just want you to know that

whatever I did

I did it for us.

For you.

Okay?

I love you.

I didn't think

too much of it at first.

Lots of people

bring me weird things.

Plus, I knew Jack

from years ago.

- Who?

- Jack Zeller.

Sh*t.

Boone?

Boone!

Boone!

Claire?

Dawson?

Look at this.

- That's Claire.

- Claire?

Yeah.

Thanks for calling pg pizza, where we

guarantee your order in 30 minutes or less.

Where is this?

Th... this... this is

the same place.

Yeah, yeah.

Rose used to live by here.

This is a warehouse on 45th.

Call it in. Go.

Hello.

Hello.

Pizza man's here.

Hello. F***! I f***ing...

F***ing sh*t.

Listen, man, the sign says

"driver only carries $20 cash."

Shut up. Don't talk. Just

take everything you want.

Take the f***ing pizza. Take

the... okay, okay. All right.

You don't have to do this. Go, go, go.

Against the wall.

Against the wall!

Get on your knees.

Get on your knees!

Jack?

Walt? What the hell

are you doing here?

My job.

What 30-year-old

delivers pizzas?

What are you doing

with a gun, man?

Ah, sh*t.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Hey.

Jack. Jack, it's gonna

be all right, man.

Whoa, whoa! No, no, no, no.

Get against the wall!

Turn around. Get down

on your f***ing knees.

Don't! No.

No, no, no, no.

Look at the wall.

- Look at the wall!

- Please, man.

Don't look at me!

Jack?

Jack?

Charlie?

This had to end, Jack.

This was supposed

to be the last one.

This...

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