Disturbia Page #6

- Who is it?

- It's Ronnie, man! Come on!

- Did you get my message?

- What? No, listen.

- I dropped my phone in his car!

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Wait.

- I went home, it wasn't in my pockets.

I must have put it down

when I was putting the thing back on.

- Okay, okay, stop.

- I don't want to...

Are you understanding what I'm saying?

Okay, look!

We're gonna get your phone, okay?

Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna get your phone.

But I need you to do

one more thing for me.

- Yeah. Okay. Okay.

- You there?

How am I looking? Can you see this?

Yeah, you're good. I see you.

Okay, how does it look over there?

Am I... Is anything moving?

How am I looking?

- Yeah, you're good to go.

- Okay.

There you go. There you go.

Wait, is this... You still got a signal?

Yeah, no, I see you, I see you.

Do it from around the corner.

There you go.

Are you sure I'm still clear?

No movement. You're fine.

Oh, God. I made a lot of noise.

Did you see anything?

You're good.

Oh, man, it reeks in here.

- What's it smell like?

- Like the corpse of a rotting hottie.

Okay, yes, the door's unlocked.

I'm not seeing it, man. It's not in here.

Just keep looking. It's there.

Just calm down.

Just be patient, you'll find it.

Oh, God, yes. Okay, I got it. I got it.

- Oh, thank you, thank you.

- There you go.

Okay. Okay. Now listen.

- You gotta find the bag.

- Okay. All right. Okay.

I don't see it.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I see it, I see it. Do you see this?

There it is. Good job. Good job.

- Okay.

- All right, okay, okay.

I just gotta put the camera down

for a second.

Oh, yeah.

This is definitely the source of the stink.

Bro, I don't want to do this anymore.

I want to come home.

Just stay calm. Stay calm.

I need you to look in the bag.

God, there's a lot of blood.

- Wait a minute, I think that's hair.

- Okay.

Oh, Jesus, this is nasty.

Oh, God. This is sticky.

Ronnie, the camera's sliding.

Ronnie. Sh*t.

Well, that was close.

Good save.

Okay, I got it. Jesus. How am I looking?

Oh, no.

What the...

Ronnie? Did you just close the door?

I think there's someone in the garage.

Help me.

Ronnie.

Oh, sh*t, he's in the house.

Oh, sh*t!

Ronnie?

Oh, sh*t.

Ronnie!

Ronnie!

Open the door!

Officer! Officer!

- Listen, my friend, has been kidnapped!

- Drop the bat now!

- Down on the ground!

- Okay. Okay.

Drop it. Now! Clear the bat.

The only reason I came here

is my friend is in the house.

He's kidnapped by the owner

of the house who's trying to kill him.

- No, come on, man!

- He's claiming a possible 10-31.

- It's open.

- It was open when I got here!

- Breaking and entering.

- Bullshit!

- Mr. Turner?

- Yes, I am. Can I help you?

Sorry to wake you, sir,

but the kid here is claiming

that his friend is in your house.

Do you know anything about that?

No, I certainly don't.

You lying son of a b*tch, he's in your...

- That's it, come on.

- He's in the house.

- Come on, here we go.

- Okay, look.

He didn't just wake up five minutes ago.

The man has been kidnapping

and killing people.

Okay? There's a body in a blue bag

in his garage!

Please.

Sir, when we got here,

the door was open.

Well, how would he get the door open?

I'm not sure, sir. I don't see any signs

of breaking and entering.

Just keep him here for a second.

Yeah, he lives with his mother.

They live back here.

Just give me a second, sir.

Something doesn't feel right. Let's just

check it out. Just take a second.

Come on, let's go.

Sir, do you mind

if we take a look inside?

Not at all. You be my guest.

- He was stealing?

- Yeah, I think so.

I'm not quite sure, but he did something.

Okay.

I hit it the other night.

I thought I could save a few steps

and get it off the road myself.

I was hoping to bury it sooner,

but it's been a hell of a week.

But you found time to fix your fender,

though, right?

Well, that car is a classic.

I had to get it out of storage

for the auto show.

I needed it in pristine condition.

- The auto show?

- That's right.

The auto show. Big car fan, huh?

- All right, that's it.

- The auto show.

Let's go.

- What about my friend then, huh?

- All right, all right.

- Where's my friend then, huh?

- Let's go. Come on.

Auto show!

It was his second violation, Mrs. Brecht.

He's due in court at 9:00 a. m. tomorrow.

Can he press charges?

Well, your son was in his house,

Mrs. Brecht,

and so, yes, Mr. Turner

can file charges if he chooses.

- Thank you.

- Good night.

Good night.

I can't believe this.

I can't believe you're actually buying

this guy's bullshit.

- What? After what you just pulled?

- It's bullshit, Mom.

And everything that's happened

this past year,

it's a miracle

they didn't just take you away.

- I have to go talk to him.

- What are you talking about? Now?

- He could press charges, Kale.

- Now?

- I don't care if he's gonna press...

- Sit down!

I care.

You are breaking my heart, Kale.

Oh, sh*t.

What the hell are you doing, Ma?

Oh, sh*t.

Ronnie? Ronnie.

Oh, no.

Piece of sh*t.

Ronnie.

- Yo, don't kill me.

- You motherfuck.

- Don't kill me. Hey...

- Are you serious?

Do you have any idea

what I've just been through?

Hey! Come on!

I thought you were dead.

Dude, did you want me to go up

to the cops and be like,

"Oh, hey, you know what, Officer?

He's right. I was in his house.

"I went in there to get the phone

out of the car

"that I broke into earlier today. "

Look, all I could think of was,

"I don't want to go to jail.

"Hide. Hide. "

And I went into the closet, and...

Okay. All right, okay, okay,

that was a bad joke.

- I just wasn't thinking straight, okay?

- I get it. I get it.

- Please, please. I'm so...

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Oh, God. You bastard.

God. You bastard.

- Hey, so what was in the bag?

- It was a dead deer.

- Naturally.

- Yeah.

Yo, what is your mom doing over there?

She's keeping me out of jail.

Oh, wait. You know what? Then before

they confiscate this evidence,

you should come over here

and peep this.

I'm serious, man.

I got my whole great escape on video.

I hope this works. I dropped it.

Here we are.

You know what?

I was in your closet for, like, two weeks.

I gotta take a piss. Check this out.

- Oh, no.

- Yo, it's genius.

Ronnie? Did you just close the door?

I think there's someone in the garage.

Help me.

What was that?

Yeah, but it's just been

really hard on him.

He still blames himself.

I understand.

I know feelings like that, they don't...

You know, they don't just go away.

Thank you so much.

You've just been so great about all this.

Well, it's been my pleasure.

Thanks.

- Good night.

- Okay.

Ronnie!

Ronnie, get up here! Ronnie!

She's on the tape!

Ronnie!

The club girl, she's dead!

Ronnie!

So, he got her on tape?

I really didn't want this.

All I wanted

was to live in peace,

which is why we gotta keep

the spotlight on you.

You've done most of the work already.

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