Disturbia Page #5

That's 60 gigs of my life.

Even better.

- What are you doing?

- What are you doing?

I'm trying to enjoy my party.

- Oh, really? Okay.

- Oh, no, wait.

That's wrong.

According to you, I'm trying to conform.

- Well, you could have fooled me.

- What does that mean?

I'm saying, if you're trying

to enjoy your party, enjoy your party.

Don't keep looking up at me, trying

to get a rise out of me. It's unnecessary.

So, you were watching me.

But for how long? Just tonight?

A week? Two weeks? Since I moved in?

What have you been

keeping tabs on, Kale?

What else have you seen?

- What else have I seen?

- Yeah. What else?

I've seen a lot.

I mean, not like that. Not... I mean...

For instance, I've seen that you're

maybe one of, I don't know,

three people in the world

that likes pizza-flavored chips.

You're also the only person

I've ever seen that spends more time

on the roof of her house

than in her actual house.

And what are you doing?

You're reading.

Books. You know, not US Weekly,

or Seventeen or, you know...

But you're reading substantial books.

You also do this...

You do this thing where,

it's like an OCD thing, but it's not. It's...

Whenever you're leaving your room,

you grab the doorknob, and you turn,

you're getting ready to leave,

but you don't, you stop,

and you back up, and you turn

to the mirror, and you stare at yourself.

But it's not like a, you know,

"I'm so hot," type of stare.

You know, it's more like,

"Who am I, really?"

And to ask yourself that, I mean, that's...

That's so cool.

Also, you look out the window

all the time, like I do,

only you're looking at the world,

you know.

Trying to figure it out.

Trying to understand the world.

Trying to figure out why it's not in order,

like your books.

I'm only looking at you.

That's either the creepiest

or the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

Remember the other night?

When we talked about my issues?

- You said you didn't have issues.

- Did I?

That was bullshit. I got a million issues.

For a guy who killed his teacher?

I didn't kill my teacher.

What?

- Holy sh*t.

- What?

What's in the bag?

- Oh, my God.

- What?

- What'd you see?

- Red smears.

- Blood?

- What should we do?

I can't believe you want me

to break into this guy's car.

We need to see what's in the blue bag.

So, get in the car and get

the garage door opener, all right?

Are you sure I'm still in the clear?

Ashley, where's Turner now?

He's shovel shopping.

Visual coming your way.

Are you sure I'm clear?

Yeah, you're golden, man.

He's still in the store.

Okay, here we go.

- Well, that's pretty cool.

- What are you talking about?

Ashley's got, like, a live feed going here.

This is a lot harder than it looks

on the Internet.

You're doing great, man.

You're doing great.

Ashley!

- Hi!

- Hi, Skinny Minnie.

Where did you hear that name?

- Hello? Ashley? Hello. Ashley.

- Son of a b*tch. I'm in.

There you go!

Nice. All right, start looking around.

- Okay.

- Look under the seat, too.

In side compartments, glove box,

the whole nine.

- It's not here, dawg.

- Nothing? All right.

All right, keep looking. Hold on.

- Yes.

- Kale, I lost Turner.

I ran into Skinny Psycho.

You lost...

When is the last time you saw him?

I don't know. About five minutes ago.

His car's gone.

All right, hold on.

- Okay. Ronnie.

- Yo, yo, here, I found his opener!

Okay, listen to me. Pop it open

and give me the code, okay?

Pop it open

and give me the code right now.

No, no, but it looks like

I can just open the garage right now.

No, Ronnie, don't do that.

Don't do that, Ronnie.

Just give me the code, okay?

- Why do you sound so agitated?

- Okay, listen.

Ashley just lost Turner,

who's coming home right now.

That's why I'm agitated.

I need you to read me the code. Okay?

- So, pop it open and give it to me.

- What? Oh, no, no, no.

Operation Stupid is officially over.

No! Ronald, no! Listen to me.

Stop right there, turn around

and give me the code.

Pop it open and give me the code!

You're right there!

Pop it open and go.

Pop it open and give it to me, Ronald.

I can't get this... I can't...

It's not opening, okay?

Okay, keep trying. Hold on. Hello?

Kale, you've gotta get Ronnie

out of there. Now!

Yeah, I know, I know. He's got the code.

He's giving it to me right now.

Well, tell him to hurry. Sh*t!

Okay, okay, okay.

Hello? Ronald, go.

Are you ready? It's one down.

Miss Carlson.

Kale.

Three up, four up. No, no, no.

Sorry, I screwed that.

Okay. Up?

Four down.

Kale?

Hi.

I'm Robert Turner.

I live behind you.

Oh, yeah.

Would you mind?

It's just a little rude.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm officially welcoming you

to the neighborhood.

I know that you've been following me.

Don't. No, don't.

Don't deny it.

I'm not upset. And, quite frankly,

I don't even want to know why.

I just would like you to know that

I'm a little on the shy side.

So, short of all this sneaking around

in some kind of hip, new-aged way

of coming on to a somewhat older man,

I really feel obliged to tell you

that I rather enjoy my privacy.

You see, the world is...

It's in a heightened state of paranoia.

And I tend to think that someone

as intelligent

and attractive as you

doesn't need to be wasting her time

stoking the fire.

I...

So, now you know.

You're not the only one who's watching.

So, feel free to pass that along

if you'd like.

Cool?

Are we cool?

Cool. Cool.

Cool.

All right. That's it. Give me the phone.

I'm calling the cops.

Wait. He didn't do anything.

All he said was that he liked his privacy.

But think about that.

Why does he want his privacy?

I mean, he's hiding something.

We know that.

- Yeah, definitely.

- Right?

And he knows that we know that.

He knows that.

And regardless of if he had a bad day

or a good... It doesn't matter.

He scared the hell out of you.

That's a grown man.

Look, Kale, he freaked me out,

but he's right.

We're the ones spying.

Oh, man,

she's got that Stockholm thing.

You know, where the hostage

falls for the hostage taker.

- Where do you get this stuff?

- I read a lot.

Okay. I got a...

How is that a nice or charming guy?

- I didn't say that.

- No, okay, Ash, what you said was...

You said, "He broke into my car,

but he did it in a nice way. "

- Maybe I'm not understanding.

- Okay, you know what?

- Can we just...

- Drop this?

This is obviously not

a cute little game anymore.

This has gone way too far.

Hi. No, I'm not over here.

Okay, I'm coming.

Parents' anniversary,

amazingly enough.

Just drop this, okay?

I'll call you later.

This is Ronnie. Make it good.

Ronnie, I did some research

on Turner's house, okay?

I'm looking at the blueprints, and it says

that when this house was first built,

this main house and the garage

weren't connected.

And now there's

this whole middle piece.

That middle piece wasn't there.

I mean, what would he need that for?

I'm just thinking out loud. Call me back.

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