Don't Say a Word Page #6

My eyes were burning, | but I was with my dad.

How did you know which one was your dad?

They gave him a number.

Where was this number?

It's on his box. | They carved the number on top of his box.

I tried to get it open, | but my fingers were numb.

I couldn't Iift it, it was too heavy.

I couldn't put Mishka inside.

Better pray she's Iying, Nathan.

Where did Mishka go? | What happened to Mishka?

- They saw me. | - Who saw you?

The men with the music.

They were working. They said my Iips | were blue. They gave me a blanket.

I told them "My dad's inside."

"And I need to put her inside with him."

"I need to put Mishka in the box," I told them.

What did they do?

They helped me.

They helped me put Mishka | inside the box with him.

They let me stay with him.

Until...

So what's gonna happen | if you dig this thing up?

He's gonna have you | kiII me and my Iittle girl.

You Iike her. I can teII that.

And when you're done with us, | he'II be done with you.

Just keep walkin'.

This boat's for charter, not runnin' | around the Sound on Thanksgiving.

Like I said, sir, it's police business. Do me a | favour, Captain BIigh. Drive the friggin' boat.

Go on, Max. Open it up.

Get her out.

The girl. Out.

- Sit down. | - Daddy.

Let me go.

I am going to put a bullet through your knee. | Then you'II give me the right number.

No.

No. Get off.

Get her off.

Sit down.

Forget the f***in' number. | Just say hi to your dad from me.

- She gave it to you - in reverse. | - She gave me nothing.

- It's reversed in her mind. | - Shut up. I've got nothing, you Iying b*tch.

Cognitive distortion.

She wrote it right to Ieft.

Look.

She sees it in a mirror.

Can you imagine | what'II happen if this is buIIshit?

Central, this is | Detective Cassidy from Homicide.

Shots fired | on the northeast shore of Hart Island.

I'm en route. I need Harbor and Aviation.

Ten years of my Iife.

Bought and f***in' paid for.

Take care of that.

You're not Iike me, Nathan.

I would have kiIIed | a man who took my Iittle girl.

Police. Don't move.

Drop your weapon.

Go on.

I never got your name.

Patrick.

Are you sure I'm not Iike you?

Are you sure?

Was this really worth it?

What?

Your Iife.

Absolutely.

It's mine.

Then you go get it.

I'II be right back, sweetie.

- How are you holdin' up? | - I've been better.

Thank you.

Let's go. Come on.

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