Charlie Zone Page #5

Where is he?

You're not going.

It stops now, my friend.

All of it.

F*** you!

(Tal groaning)

(screaming)

(gagging)

(sighs)

(gasps)

(faintly)

I'm so sorry.

I'm so... I'm sorry.

Here we are.

I got nowhere else to go.

Avery, come with me.

Put this on.

(grunting)

Withdrawal. She's sick.

Been having nightmares.

(Jan sobbing)

I need a hit,

someone give me a hit.

I can't.

Please.

(Rattling)

First, I get answers.

Who are you?

No one.

Why do these people

want you dead?

If I tell you,

will you get me a hit?

I'll try to find something

around here if you talk.

I was only three...

when my father bought me.

What?

From a children's aid society.

- How... how could...?

- Money.

Connections.

What did he do?

For a while, nothing.

It fit his image...

a kind diplomat

who adopts a Polish orphan

from overseas.

I had the best of everything.

Private tutors,

dance classes...

everything that I wanted.

But why else do men

buy children?

You ran?

I thought that someday,

you know,

if I could save enough...

steal enough,

win enough...

I could get clean.

And stay clean.

- And buy her back.

- Buy who back?

(Softly)

I left my baby.

It's her weight...

and her birthday.

(Softly)

You have to help me get her back.

Please.

I'll pay you... just please

help me get her back.

Please.

Please.

Please help me

get her back,

I need her back,

I can't get her back.

Please.

(Sobbing)

Please! Don't go!

(Sobs)

Please!

(Squeaking)

(clock ticking softly)

(clattering)

Wondered if you'd

ever drop by.

You heard.

After near a decade,

my grandson shows up

with a white girl on one arm,

and a bullet hole in the other.

It's kinda news around here.

- Kelly told me you're...

- Dying.

- You don't look so bad.

- Better than you.

What are you doing with that?

To you,

I'm leaving the land.

To the Band, my stories.

Kids here, they got nothing to do

but dope and rap songs.

Well, you said your goodbye.

I'm in something big.

I don't know what to do.

- She's all alone.

- Tell me about it.

I'm talking

to a f***ing iPod

instead of a grandson.

Telling stories...

about how you can

do anything?

How you can conquer the world?

That sh*t?

The world doesn't want us...

except to disappear.

That's the match

you ran away from.

I disgraced everyone.

How could I come back?

"Disgrace"?

I'll show you disgrace.

- (Clicking)

- (voices yelling)

(speaking native language)

... Jesus.

Just look at that weak lead.

Did I teach you

to drop your guard like that?

Huh? Huh? Come on.

(Faint chuckle)

I'm in a fight I can't win.

It's not even mine.

What she needs is...

A trainer.

Nathan on recording: These stories

are all that will remain of my line.

These are the tales

a black-haired boy loved to hear

so long ago.

For him, great spirits

once played in the world

around the center fire.

The circle doesn't move.

We move away from the circle.

All around it is the dark.

(Tapping on door)

(faint voices yelling)

(faint knocking)

Whew...

David!

- David, we have to leave.

- Not yet.

I want to show you

something.

Easiest one.

No safety.

Just point and pull,

no recoil.

Might help with the negotiations

if she knows how to use it.

How much?

Good to see you

back in a fight.

(Doorbell jingles)

(gunshot echoes)

Okay, hold it in the web

of your palm...

square it to the target.

Line up your thumb

with the barrel straight down,

pull the hammer back.

(Hammer clicks)

Okay, go.

(Gunshot echoes)

Are you sure

you're ready?

I came back for this.

I was too scared to move.

I know the feeling.

Make it your advantage.

Sometimes when I was

brave enough...

I'd call from the pay phone,

praying she might pick up.

That's how they found you.

She'd be almost seven now.

If it's anything like me,

he hasn't touched her yet.

They like a certain age.

"They"?

When I got older...

too old...

I'd...

I'd go on exchanges,

sleepovers.

Jesus.

The poor ones trade pictures

and the rich ones

trade live kids.

There's a bishop in Qubec,

a judge in Ontario.

I had photos, but I lost them.

Why didn't you

ever tell anyone?

These people own everything

and everyone.

If you're no one...

no one listens.

(Gunshot echoes)

Are you ready?

I'm just a corner guy

this time.

(Wind whistling)

Sister:
I have gone to

extraordinary lengths to fix this.

I've crossed every moral

and ethical and legal line

to clean up

the disgusting mess

that you

and your cronies created.

And now I am as guilty

as any of you.

I want to see her.

(Softly)

Please.

Let them come.

This can't exist, Dad.

Or none of the good

that you've done

or I will do

will ever matter.

(Gear clicks, engine stops)

Hello.

It's quite something

to see you.

Well, she's supposed to be dead,

so I guess it is a surprise.

What's become of you,

Jannie?

Don't call me that.

You're still my little girl.

Then why?

My people have been very zealous

in protecting me

and the others, of course.

It wasn't my idea.

It was never my idea.

I don't understand.

Neither did they.

They tried to tell me

that our love was wrong...

and that someday

you would return to do me harm.

And when I heard you'd come back,

I believed it was true.

But you could never hurt me...

could you, Jannie?

I came here for my daughter.

Where is she?

Safe and happy.

Where is she?

Tell her what she wants.

Here is the balance

of the $50,000.

You can go now.

I'm paid to be here...

by her.

(Softly)

Put the gun down, Jannie...

and come home.

I don't have one.

(Faintly)

You do.

Let me show you.

(tinkling)

- Hello, sweetheart.

- Hello, Daddy.

- Man:
Did you finish piano practice?

- Child:
Uh-huh.

Man:

Tell these people your name.

Lily.

(chuckles)

(whispers)

Daddy, I'm thirsty.

(Faintly)

There you go.

You are thirsty.

Now...

what are you going to be

when you grow up?

A ballerina.

(Chuckles, sobs)

You are so perfect.

She's smart, gifted...

like you.

(Jan sobs)

Okay. It's bedtime now.

Yes.

Time for you to scoot

off to bed, darling.

We grown-ups have

some things to discuss.

Come home, Janeska.

Be her mother.

No.

You are the devil.

You're the devil.

How can that be?

I gave you a name,

a station in life,

and my heart.

What more could

any daughter want?

I will disappear...

just like you want,

I will never come back,

but I am taking her with me.

Jan:

I'll buy her...

just like you bought me.

I have about $30,000.

Jannie,

not at any price.

- I'm her mother.

- And I'm her father.

You...!

If you ever touched her...

Never.

Has anyone?

- Has anyone?

- Jannie!

I would give you anything

if you would stay here

with us.

Lily needs you.

I'm sorry, okay?

I didn't know what to do.

I was scared, I ran.

- We forgive you.

- You forgive me?

You forgive me?!

Please, Jan.

Is this truly what you want?

(Faintly)

Then let Daddy help you.

(Faintly)

I love you.

(Gunshot blasts)

(thumps)

(Jan sobbing)

Go find her.

Go find her.

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