Cyberstalker Page #6

PAUL:

Mmhm hmm

WOMAN:

Morning delivery please.

PAUL:

Will do and...

WOMAN:

Any additional cost overage...

(keys jangling)

STALKER:

(sighs)

(whispers)

Aiden...

(moans)

(door shuts)

Whoa, whoa Aiden, Aiden.

-(yells)

You're Okay Aiden.

You're Okay. It's Okay.

I'm sorry. I thought I was ready to have

someone sleep over.

But I wasn't.

It... It's Okay.

I, uh, I...

I understand.

I'm an idiot.

No, no.

You're... you're just, haunted.

Look, uh, would it be easier if I just

went home?

ls that OK? I'm sorry.

Maybe just for the rest of tonight.

Sure.

Um, look.

You know where to reach me

if you need me, right?

-Yeah.

-It's Okay.

-Yeah. Okay.

-Okay.

STALKER:

Goodnight, Aiden.

PAUL:

All right Page, where are you?

(phone tone plays)

(car alarms going off)

(phone tone plays)

(phone tone plays)

(phone tone plays)

Goodbye?

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

(grunts)

(typing)

Locks.

Lights.

Where is he?

He's in the O.R.

There was an accident.

Accident?

How is Winton doing this from jail?

We don't know that anyone's done

anything yet.

We just started the investigation.

Yeah, we've done really well so far.

I'll be right out here.

Paull

Oh, God!

Paul, can you hear me?

Paul!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It was...

the Detective...

Detective...

My phone...

check...

check the text messages.

Detective Page?

What?

(dialing)

(ringing)

JACK:

Hello. Dayton here.

Hello?

This... this is Aiden.

Aiden Ashley.

I didn't know who else to call.

Can we please talk?

Of course.

Are you okay Ms. Ashley?

There's been some things.

I just... can we meet in person?

Absolutely.

Time and place?

How about tonight, my apartment.

I'll be there.

Thank you.

Did he say anything?

No.

I've got to go.

Aiden, it's important.

Did he see who did this to him?

ls there something

you're not telling me here?

It's been a long day, Okay?

Okay.

I'll follow you home.

Are you sure you don't want me

to come in?

Now is not a good time.

Look...

(sighs)

It may not feel like we're getting

anywhere right now,

but I'm not gonna stop 'til we get him.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm fine.

I'll be right outside if you need me.

Lock the door.

I always do.

(buzz)

Hello?

Ms. Ashley, it's Jack Dayton.

Would you buzz me in?

(buzz)

(knocking)

Thanks for coming.

(typing)

JACK:

This is Detective Page's hard drive.

There's enough of your artwork

and photos on here

to make anyone uncomfortable.

(gasps)

Paul did say he thought it was Detective

Page who attacked him.

He was the first responder on the scene

And he was the first one on the case

when you started filing complaints with

the police before your parents' passing.

So it was him?

(sighs) Why would he stay

on the case for so long?

It seems, something more than just trying

to solve an unsolvable case.

Something more than pride.

Something that mattered more to him

than saving his own marriage or family.

His superiors, the city, everybody closes

the investigation.

But his investigation's intention was

getting close and...

and staying close to you.

He hired me not to find the killer,

but to find you, for him.

And I led him right here.

I don't understand

It was...

when I was young it was his job and...

and now I...

I thought he genuinely cared.

These types of people, um, for them,

it's about power.

About entitlement.

They will put you in harm's way,

just so they can save you.

(sighs)

Then it's like a banker coming to collect

what they're owed,

by any means necessary.

So what do we do?

If we call the police now,

who do you think

would be the first person on the scene?

We run, they have an entire force.

We have two sets of eyes on us now.

This is actually his police files

and account?

Of course.

Why wouldn't he just kill me all those

times we were alone together?

Sometimes it's not their intention

to kill the victim.

They see themselves as protectors,

guardians.

He has a love that transcends

what the average person

could even begin to understand, it's...

It's not love.

To him this could be the only thing

he has left.

A man with nothing is a very

dangerous animal.

Aiden.

(grunts)

(weeps)

I got it.

For what it's worth,

I think you're very talented.

Thanks.

The more I think about it,

the more I realize there's nothing

more artistic than to love others.

Van Gogh, you've done your research.

When you're bound to a chair, it forces

you to be thorough.

I guess we're both trapped

in our own ways. Hmm.

(grunting)

(dialing)

(ringing)

RECORDING:
We're sorry, your call

cannot be completed as dialed,

please check the number

or call your operator to...

(dialing)

(ringing)

RECORDING:
We're sorry, your call cannot

be completed as dialed, please check...

I'm gonna check in on her, you sit tight.

Yeah.

These kinds of files, are they standard for

this type of police investigation?

I mean, um, there's a lot here.

Uh...

wait.

Oh God...

I'm sorry.

And I just let him in every time

he knocked.

You know I've...

researched thousands of these cases

and in some of them,

the women in your situation have actually

connected with their pursuer.

Both realizing that they wanted the same

thing, a peace...

that only they could offer.

(knocking)

DETECTIVE PAGE:

Aiden!

(knocking)

Aiden!

I can hear you walking around.

Are you okay?

We're fine.

We?

It's just Dayton.

What?

Yeah, we're going over some files.

Aiden, we've been out front

the whole time.

Dayton never came in the front door.

Call Detective Bonham, he'll confirm it.

I'm slipping his card

underneath the door.

You've got to open the door.

AIDEN:

Hang on.

Aiden, just open the door.

The phone isn't working.

DETECTIVE PAGE:

Aiden please open the door!

Don't open the door.

Ugh.

(grunting)

DETECTIVE PAGE:

Aiden!

Aiden!

Aiden!

Aiden!

Open the door, Jack.

(grunting)

Ahh...

(Panting)

Go, go!

Come on.

Hmm...

What the hell is going on?

Damn ill

You know, under Van Gogh's

"Patch of Grass" painting

they recently found a scribbled out

drawing of a woman.

The same woman, I'm guessing,

he gave his severed ear to.

How could she not see the sacrifice

he had made for her?

Nothing more artistic than to love others.

Why can't you love me?

(heavy breathing)

Please.

Please, it's the...

it's the only thing

I have ever asked of you.

(heavy breathing)

There are so many ways this could end...

or begin.

I just want to give you

the happiness you deserve.

And I want that, more than anything.

I'd kill myself for you.

Please do!

(grunts)

Move, move, move!

He's got a gun.

-(gunshots)

-(grunting)

Aiden! You OK?

Come on. Let's get out of here.

I wouldn't do that.

(heavy breathing)

Do you know how long

I've waited for this?

And now you're trying to take it from me.

Haven't you done enough?

- Don't make me do this.

- We're not making you do...

-Please.

-...anything. Just put the gun down,

nobody needs to get hurt...

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