Come and Find Me Page #4

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A cane.

You said you have those photos

on your computer?

You mind if I take a look?

Did I say that?

Yeah. You mind if I take a look?

No, um...

Thanks.

Hmm.

I'm asking myself,

"why is he so interested in my rehab?"

But I realized,

you haven't been completely

honest with me, have you?

David...

Where are the negatives?

No. Really?

Son of a b*tch.

It's amazing how things change so quick.

What was it,

a minute ago, 80 seconds tops,

you made that comment about

my leg and tipped your hand.

You were gonna go home, live a life,

meet a girl probably,

have a couple kids.

She's still alive.

Hmm?

She's alive. Isn't she?

She's dead.

Take this left.

Where'd you get that?

Let me out.

Here. Pull over!

No, don't... don't pull over, Michael.

What a mess.

Nothing's gone as I intended,

not one thing.

Hey.

Hey.

I tried you at the... the darkroom.

I had my headphones on.

Mmm. How was it?

It was fine.

Did you bring anything back?

No.

There wasn't anything

good enough to save.

Is something wrong?

I'm just tired.

And that's the end of it.

Just tired, David.

What, you wanna have a whole

conversation about that?

I just haven't seen you all day.

I was working.

No, I, uh, I know.

You've been working every night

for the past three weeks.

I haven't seen you.

I'm sorry that I wanna have

a conversation with you

when I do.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry that I wanna sleep when I'm tired.

Wow, you're...

you're being such a b*tch right now.

What?

F*** you.

Hey.

Hey, does this have to do with what...

happened?

What are you talking about?

Does what have to do with it?

The fact that you won't speak to me,

that you're a million miles away

and I can't bring you back.

Don't be such a drama queen.

I'm right here.

Then why does it feel like

as close as I get to you,

I'm not even...

I don't know, David.

Maybe I'm broken that way.

Maybe it's impossible.

It sure f***ing seems like it, Claire.

Yeah, well...

I'm glad that we figured that out.

I'm gonna go to sleep.

All right.

Good night.

Can I help you?

Hi, um...

I was wondering if I could

talk to you for a minute.

Okay.

It's about Dana.

Have a... have a seat.

Thanks.

Oh, did you get married?

Yeah. Elise.

Year ago next week.

So...

So... you and Dana.

She went missing five years ago?

Yeah.

Vanished.

You two were happy?

I don't know.

I thought we were.

What are you getting at?

I'm sorry.

I met her...

About four years ago.

Where?

Los Angeles.

Is she, uh...

She's gone.

It was a bad car accident.

It was about a year ago.

And ever since then, I...

Started looking into her past,

which led me to you.

And I just thought

that you'd want to know,

just so you could stop looking...

In case you were.

Yeah.

F***, I'm...

Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't...

I didn't expect to be

thinking about this today.

She talk about me?

She didn't tell me much about her past.

Sounds like her.

I did look for her for a while,

but who walks out like that?

May... maybe I was an a**hole?

I think about it.

I think maybe I...

maybe I was a little too hard on her.

She just... you know,

we just weren't a good match.

Doesn't mean you walk out, though.

You don't let a person wonder,

even if she hated me.

She didn't.

I'm certain she loved you.

You can't fake that.

Well, this is all I have.

Dana took those.

Well, listen, I appreciate you coming,

but I should get to work.

Of course, yeah.

Hey, Charlie.

This guy here.

That's Kyle.

That's Dana's friend from... from home.

That's Kyle.

You two stay in touch?

I mean, not really since she left.

We talked a few times, but you know.

You got a number for him?

I'd like to reach out.

Hey, Kyle. Or Buck.

Or whatever the f*** your name is.

This is David Larraine.

Yeah, I got your number,

fuckshit, and, hey, listen,

you know that thing you were

looking for at my place?

Well, guess what? I have it.

If you want it, you're gonna meet me

on the southwest corner

of Blake and Van Nuys

the morning of the sixth, 3:00 A.M.

Come alone, and, I don't know,

bring a million dollars with you.

If not,

these pictures are going everywhere,

and I have a feeling if that happens,

you're gonna wind up

in a ditch someplace.

Am I right?

See you Friday.

Hello?

Hey, Aleksander. This is David Larraine.

If you wanna know where Eve is,

I'm meeting her at 3:00 A.M.

She'll be in a black SUV parked in a lot

on the south side of Van Nuys

just east of Blake.

She's all yours.

What the f*** is this?

Sh*t.

Where is she?

David?

Throw your phone in the gutter

and head up Van Nuys,

enter the parking structure.

On the left, there'll be a car parked

with its door open.

Get in.

I want to be left alone. Okay?

I will go away,

and you will never hear from me again.

I have what you're looking for,

but you're never gonna find it.

If I die, everybody finds it.

That's not how this works.

How does it work?

You are just a scared guy

who threw me in the back

of a blacked-out Beemer.

We're something else.

We're a different category of person.

You wanna keep those pictures

as an insurance policy?

People like I work for can't

live with that in this world.

If I die, they get out.

To who, David? Hmm?

You haven't thought this through.

The New York Times?

They won't know what the f*** they are.

I'm sorry, David.

Sarah was a threat.

You are just a loose end.

And there is a bullet

coming your way right now.

It is cutting through this world,

and it can only end up in one place.

No.

I'll find a way.

You underestimate me, Buck.

You have every step of the way.

Mm, no, not this time.

Smart, blacking out the windows,

no one can see in.

Trouble is, you can't see out, either.

You have no idea what's coming.

Out of the car! Get out of the car!

Hand in the air!

One the ground!

Don't move! Don't f***ing...

are you mad?

Come here.

Have I really been a million miles away?

Mm-hmm.

I got lost.

It happens now and then.

Okay.

But you can't leave me out there,

though.

You gotta bring me back.

I always will.

Promise?

No matter what.

David. We meet again.

Where's the film?

I'm not going to tell you.

Okay. That's what I thought you'd say.

I'm gonna send a man in here.

It's his job to get information

from reluctant sources.

Usually he's working

with trained operatives

who've been prepared for such treatment

and who believe if they

give up the information,

it will cost many of their

countrymen their lives,

not to mention compromise their

own place in the afterlife.

You, on the other hand,

are protecting the whereabouts

of a roll of film,

the significance of which

you don't understand,

for a dead girl who lied to you,

used you, and made a fool of you.

Anyway, I'm gonna walk out.

He's gonna come in,

and in a few minutes,

he's gonna leave with what he came for.

Or you could tell me now,

spare yourself the discomfort.

All right.

You're very brave, David.

I admire that. Truly.

Thanks for coming.

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