Carjacked Page #4

- What?

- I've got 550, a little more,

saying that we're not stopping.

What have you got?

I don't want your money.

What are you gonna bet, Lorraine?

You've got to put something up.

I have nothing.

That's not necessarily true.

Okay.

Okay, how about this?

If I win, you let us go.

And if I lose,

I won't be any more trouble.

Hmm, that's what

you said before.

You already lied once to me.

And now your jacket's buzzing.

- What the hell is that, Lorraine?

- I don't...

- Lying to me again.

- I don't know what that is.

- Give me the goddamn phone.

- Stop it.

Who's calling?

- Who is it?

- Gary.

- Gary? Who's that?

- My... my ex-husband.

- Hello.

- Give me the phone.

Hey. Gary?

Well, yeah. Hey. How are you?

This is John.

Yeah, Lorraine's here,

but she's a bit tied up right now.

Is it true you've got this

little pee-pee the size

of a baby gherkin?

'Cause Lorraine told me you did.

And unfortunately

I was thinking about that.

Being a divorced man and all,

and you're going out,

probably trying

to meet some ladies.

Uh-huh.

Well, that's...

that's kind of insulting,

since we've never met.

Why don't you listen to this, Gary?

This is the sound of you

being tossed out on your ass.

Why did you do that?

All right, bud, you can go

take a leak now if you want.

It's okay, hon. Just stay right outside

the door, okay, so Mom can see you.

- Yeah, be safe.

- Just stay right close to the car, okay?

Me and your mom are right here.

Good boy.

Yeah, just right there.

Listen to me.

I want some answers

and I want some f***ing answers

right now.

You had a phone in that bathroom.

You were at the gas station.

Did you make a call?

- Did you make a phone call?

- Yes. Yes, I did.

Who did you call? Gary?

That f***ing prick?

- No.

- Who? You call 911, the police?

No.

So who'd you call, Lorraine?

I'm not f***ing around any more.

I tried to call 911,

- but I didn't. Instead...

- Don't lie to me.

I am not lying, I swear.

I promise you that I called 411.

And the operator" she asked me

what city I was in

and I didn't understand

what she was asking me

and I got confused.

I tried to call 911.

It didn't work.

So you're telling me

you called 411

instead of 911.

- Yep.

And then you're telling me

that you forgot to turn your phone off.

- Yep.

- Well, you're a f***ing train wreck.

Maybe you don't want me

to let you go.

- You must really like me.

- I'm done.

Hey, bud, come on back in.

- Come on, hon.

- Come back in. Come on.

You feel better?

- That's my boy.

- All right, let's keep going here.

Okay, baby, why don't you

lie down and get some rest?

Okay, Mommy.

Are you into politics, Lorraine?

Like which way do you vote?

I don't know.

I voted the way

Gary wanted me to.

Well, that's silly.

You don't have your own opinions?

I wouldn't let you do that.

I'd want you to do what you want to do.

You know what?

You're right.

I need to be more in control.

I'm gonna make some changes

when I get home, I'm telling you.

Well, if everything

goes to plan for me,

I'd like to make

some changes too.

You should, you know.

Settle down.

Find someone to settle down with.

Get yourself a nice wife

and a boy of your own.

Is that an invitation?

I'd love to have my own family.

I'd love to have a little boy

like Chaddy back there.

Yeah, I want three girls too.

Man, if I had

three little daughters,

I would protect them so much,

they'd never have a worry in the world.

I'd raise my boy

to be real strong

so after I'm gone

he'd look after them.

You ever been to Mexico?

Tijuana once.

That's a shithole.

No, I'm talking the real Mexico,

up in the mountains" pueblos.

I mean, it's cool. it's dry.

The air is crisp.

I always wanted to go

to a pueblo.

You know, in fourth grade you build

those sort of clay models.

And I used to pretend I was one of

the guys in there and I lived there.

And the people are so great

in the pueblos.

I mean, it's the opposite of

what we were talking about earlier.

And talk about living...

I mean, a man with a little money...

we'd own that town.

I mean, we'd have a big house,

hunt and fish

and drink tequila every day.

Come wintertime, we could also

drive down to Cabo San Lucas

and get a big villa on the beach,

even have servants.

Wouldn't that be something?

Yeah.

And you don't have to worry

about the language,

'cause most people

speak English.

Oh really?

I actually always wanted

to learn how to speak Spanish.

I always wanted to travel too,

but then, I don't know,

I guess I got married too young.

I was even gonna go to college,

but my dad said

I was too dumb and too pretty.

Are you really going to Mexico?

You're not getting it.

We're going to Mexico.

I...

We're going to Mexico,

Lorraine.

I can't.

Roy, this is crazy.

I can't go to Mexico.

I can't take Chad there.

I mean, we have a whole life here

and he's just...

Right, yeah, a big life...

You, Chad and all those

frozen mini-pizzas.

I'm trying to give you

a way out, Lorraine.

What's going on with the car,

Lorraine?

- Oh God.

- Hold on.

- Oh God, oh God, oh God.

- Let me pull over. Hold up.

We've got to stop for gas.

- We have half a tank.

- No. I know.

There's water in the tank.

I mean, it's run out,

but when it goes...

the gauge goes down to half,

it means...

it starts to sputter and then

we have to stop for more gas.

It's a pain in the ass, I know.

So why didn't you

just get it fixed, Lorraine?

You're pathetic.

Okay.

What the hell are there so many kids

out here for, Lorraine?

It's nighttime.

Maybe it's a field trip.

Stay in the car.

Hey, bud, come here.

- It's time to go to the bathroom, okay?

- I already went.

I know, but you're

gonna go again.

Now you listen to Mommy and promise

you're gonna do what I say.

- Okay, Mommy.

- Okay.

Get in the car, Lorraine.

Chad has to go to the bathroom.

Hey, buddy, come on out.

You gotta go to the bathroom

again, huh?

You got some bladder on you.

You go straight there

and you come right back, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Your mom's gonna wait here.

Go for it.

Why don't you get in the car,

Lorraine?

Do you want my balloon?

Come on, man, don't talk to her.

Just go to the men's room.

You can have it.

You don't need that balloon.

We've got to get moving soon.

There you go.

Motherf***er.

I know you're mad.

I'm... I'm sorry, Roy.

Look, I promise

it's not what you think.

Okay? Gary doesn't

give a crap about me, you know,

but he really cares about Chad.

If he was with us, he'd have

every cop in the country after us.

F*** you, Lorraine!

I'm sick of your goddamn lies!

I'm not lying.

I didn't do it.

- You know what? F*** you.

- I am not lying.

You've been f***ing with me

from the beginning.

- No, I haven't.

- I told you what you needed to do.

- I just wanted my son to be safe, okay?

- Be a good girl

and I would have kept you and him safe.

You know what?

No more Mr. Nice Guy, okay?

- Come on.

- No. No.

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