Disconnect Page #7

You guys wanna tell me

what you were doing up in my office?

Told you, we were just

getting a power cord.

Right, you were looking for a power cord

for his iPad.

Frye, let me ask you a question.

'Cause you're a smart kid, right?

Yeah.

Do I look as stupid to

you as I do to Jason?

No, sir.

Look close.

- No. You don't.

- No?

Frye, you wanna tell me what

you were doing in my office?

- It was just...

- Frye.

Frye.

It was supposed to be a joke.

- What?

- Dude, shut up.

No, you shut up. What did you say?

We were just trying to mess with him.

What did you say?

It was supposed to be a joke.

We didn't think he'd hurt himself.

What? Wait, wait, whoa...

Who were you messing with?

Are talking about that Boyd kid?

You had something to do with that?

Did you have something to do that?

Yes.

"Yes." Yes?

Yes.

Oh, man.

You wanna f*** with somebody, you do it

to their face, you hear me, tough guy?

Yeah, like you?

Like me?

You, go home.

Go home, Frye!

Don't you touch that. Get outta here.

This is bad. You are in big trouble.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You're sorry? What are you sorry for?

'Cause I caught you?

Or you're sorry 'cause there's a father

wondering if his son is gonna wake up?

Jason, get up.

Get up, get up, get up!

Go to your room. Get outta my sight.

I am so happy your mother

is not with us to see any of this.

I am...

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Do you know what that father's

going through right now

'cause of what you did to his son?

Do you know what you did?

Say something! Say something!

I know that father!

He's nothing like you!

He's nothing like you!

MARIA:
Kyle, wake up! Wake up!

Yo, let's hurry up, dude.

What the f***'s going on?

Harvey said the house is gonna get raided.

BOY:
Hurry up!

F***!

MARIA:
Ken, just hold on!

Get my bags.

I'm leaving this house

in five f***ing seconds!

Coming.

Come on, go, let's go.

HARVEY:
I don't know

what f***ing happened.

Just had to get the f*** outta there.

Probably one of the f***ing kids.

I find out who it is, you can have 'em.

I'll be crossing the state line

in about 20 f***ing minutes

or something.

I don't know. What?

Yeah, okay.

Yeah.

WOMAN:
Field office.

Yeah, extension 2221.

NINA:
What the hell's going on?

He just texted me

saying they're moving.

We didn't do anything.

He must've tipped them off.

How would he tip them off?

He didn't know.

You promised you'd get him out safely.

Did he say where they were going?

Of course he didn't say where...

How's he supposed to know

where they're going?

Yeah, hello? F***!

F***ing battery.

Give me your phone, Kyle.

Kyle, give me your phone.

- Give me your f***ing phone!

- Okay.

NINA:
He could be in trouble.

You've got to move in!

It just doesn't work like that, honey.

What way does it work?

If you can get him to cooperate,

we can try to help him.

Right, well,

thank you for your help.

F***!

Get your stuff. Let's go.

Hey, Harvey, can I get my phone back?

Come on.

Thanks.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Kyle! God almighty, there you are!

- I was so worried about you.

- Hey, look.

Some crazy sh*t's going down right now.

Where are you?

About an hour outside town.

Some place called Saw Mill River Motel.

Kyle, listen to me. After my story aired,

the FBI came to see me.

Are you kidding me?

What are you talking about, the FBI?

- They threatened me.

- Did you give them our address?

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

I don't f***ing believe this!

You straight up lied to me!

Kyle, listen to me.

You were never even coming, were you?

Yes! Of course I was coming! I was coming.

You don't give a f*** about me!

No, no, no, no.

Of course I do! I'll come get you now.

F*** that.

Kyle? Kyle!

F***!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- So, you really wanna do this tonight?

- Yeah.

You nervous?

Yeah.

That's adrenaline.

It's good. Makes you feel alive.

Let's just go for it, okay?

Okay.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Lantos. Yeah, what's up?

Right.

LYDIA:
Abby said you went

to the hospital today.

Yeah.

His friend came by today. Nice kid.

Who?

Mike.

- Mike. Seemed like a nice guy.

- Mike?

You mean Marcus? His old friend, Marcus?

I don't know any Mike.

- You don't know a Mike?

- No.

What?

Damn it! I knew there was

something off about that kid!

What are you talking about?

- This Mike guy.

- What about him?

I just need a last name.

Dad, what are you doing?

- Losing it.

- No, I'm not.

What's going on?

LYDIA:
Honey, I'll be there in a minute.

RICH:
Where's his goddamn year?

I need you to calm down.

I'm gonna show you Jessica.

Oh, my God.

Who gives a sh*t about Jessica!

All you care about is making yourself

feel less guilty!

I'm the one who cut him down!

And I knew that he didn't have any friends!

LYDIA:
It's not your fault.

- I didn't do anything!

- It's not your fault.

ABBY:
And people made fun of him!

I got him.

LYDIA:
It's not your fault.

Lydia...

It's not even Mike.

It's not even his name.

HARVEY:
I thought, probably give him

some crazy gift or something like that.

FEMALE MODEL:
All right,

maybe I'll consider it.

HARVEY:
Yeah, go look at them.

You'll have to split the thing with me.

We could arrange something.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Are the cops here?

No! I'm alone. I came to get you.

You shouldn't be here right now.

I don't blame you for not believing me,

but I promise you, Kyle,

I promise I came alone.

Please, just get in the car.

I can make this right.

(NINA SPEAKING INDISCERNIBLY)

If I go inside and I

f***ing get all my sh*t

and I pack it all up,

I need to know that I can stay with you.

Let's get your stuff and we'll talk...

No, it's a yes or no.

It's a simple question,

can I stay with you?

I don't know! Why do we need...

What do you mean, you don't know?

I'm not sure. Because...

What?

Because you're so much younger than me

and I don't know whether it's a good idea.

Oh.

Wow.

Why can't we just go

and we can talk about it on the way?

Kyle, please.

If I wasn't? If I wasn't younger?

Then, would you want me there?

- Forget this.

- Forget what? Kyle!

- Kyle!

- (HORN HONKS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Mike, how are you?

Hey, Derek. Yeah, it's not him.

It's not him. My guy, Lantos,

got Schumacher's IP address

and turns out he's a victim, too.

What do you mean?

Someone was using his computer as a proxy,

all right?

I don't know, we're tracing it from Texas.

Anyway, the bottom line is,

Schumacher is not your guy.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I just got the information.

Now, I don't know where you are, brother,

but you gotta stand down. You hear me?

Derek?

I got it. It's okay. It's all right.

I gotta jump. I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

CINDY:
What did he say?

It's not him.

It's not him.

Derek, please. It's okay, babe.

Derek, I don't care about the money.

Or the house.

Please, just take me home.

I was a Marine, Cindy.

What am I now?

I'm a tool.

Some paper-pushing grunt.

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