Extremities Page #3

Don't go near him.

- No talking to the animal.

- Why not?

Because he's mine, and I say you can't.

OK.

- Everything is fine.

- Everything is not fine.

OK, OK. Let's just calm the hell down.

Oh, Jesus. I feel sick.

She sprayed that stuff over there

in my eyes and mouth.

Talk again, and I'll smash you

like a f***in' bug.

"Harmful or fatal if swallowed,

inhaled or absorbed through skin. "

"Get immediate attention.

Atropine is antidotal. "

What the hell does that mean?

F***in' son of a b*tch.

Let me remind you he is a human being

just like you or me.

Like who?

Don't include me with that animal.

- What do you intend to do with him?

- I'm not one of your social-work cases.

- OK.

- So stop the superior bullshit.

- Jesus. We can't keep him like a pet.

- Will you keep out of this?

You're interrupting Patricia's routine.

Yeah, right.

This has nothing to do with me.

Marjorie, a man is badly hurt

and you don't have a case.

That's why I have a hammer.

OK. Let's talk about the hammer.

- What do you want from him?

- A confession.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Good. That's something solid.

What happened at the car...

and today... everything...

fact for fact.

- Good.

- Tell 'em what you did to me.

I didn't do nothin'.

- This is your chance to save yourself.

- Tell 'em how you tried to smother me.

Look at her and look at me.

Who did what to who?

Tell them how you made me touch you.

No innocent person's got nothin'

to fear in this country.

Now, I'm not saying one more word

until I talk to my attorney. That's that.

It's his word against mine.

Maybe we should make up a story.

Do we have something to be afraid of?

They're gonna lock us up

and throw away the keys.

- Shut up, idiot!

- You shut up!

I'm sorry.

At the moment, you still have a choice.

But if he dies -

and he could be dying right now -

you have no more choice.

Neither do I.

Let's get the antidote at the drugstore.

No.

Let's put some bread in his mouth

to absorb the poison.

No.

One slice?

Do it.

Thank you.

God bless you.

My throat. I can't swallow.

- Can I please have some water?

- Maybe you'd like a beer.

I just want some water. Please.

Terry, get him a glass of water.

- What?

- Get him a glass of water.

I want that atropine from the drugstore.

For my good, right?

Marjorie, I want that atropine.

- I'll let Terry go.

- Where?

Go to the drugstore at the mall.

- What time is it?

- It's 5.35.

I want you back here

at five of or he's dead.

If you bring the police I'll do it, Terry.

And it'll be just like you did it.

- It doesn't take that long.

- She'll be here.

- She's gone to the police.

- She wouldn't do that.

I should have crushed his skull.

But I let myself talk.

Marjorie, wait.

I wanna talk to you. Just one minute.

- Move.

- Wait. OK. Marjorie...

I'm not gonna spend my Ilife

waiting for him to find me.

- You won't have to.

- Move.

- No.

- Move.

- No. Wait, you can't do this.

- Don't tell me what I can do.

I can't let you do it.

Wait. She's coming back.

- Move, Pat.

- No.

Marjorie, don't do it.

Terry is coming back. Give her time. No!

- You don't wanna go to jail.

- Get out of my way.

- Stop! Wait!

- I'm back.

I'm back. Please don't kill him.

I didn't get the police.

- Oh, thank God.

- It's OK.

- Thank God.

- It's OK.

- Thank God.

- OK, OK.

Terry? This isn't atropine.

It's a prescription drug, idiot.

You need a doctor's signature.

- May I take him out to give the medicine?

- No.

- Come on.

- No.

Stop it!

What the f*** is happening here?

Haven't you caused enough pain?

You're alive. You weren't raped.

Don't think you can do

anything about it - you can't.

Because I know.

I got raped by my girlfriend's father.

He drove me home from the party.

And I couldn't...

I couldn't get him off of me.

And I couldn't scream.

And every time that I saw him

I just had to smile.

You see, Marjorie...

I couldn't hurt anybody.

So I just made believe

that it was a bad dream.

And it went away.

And I'm not...

I'm not gonna go to prison for you.

So, please...

just let Pat apply some medicine, OK?

Open it.

Pat, I'd be careful.

God bless you.

Is it bad?

- Am I gonna go blind?

- I don't know.

- What?

- I don't know.

Please take me to a hospital.

Be still.

You have to sit up.

Jesus, give me my keys.

We have to take him to a hospital.

Why don't you just f*** him?

- Can't you see the man's in pain?

- What do you think I'm in?

He's blind.

He's not leaving here

until he tells you what happened.

Will you tell her something

so I can take you to a doctor?

Tell her something

so I can take you to a doctor!

I'll talk if she talks.

- We met each other at a party one night.

- You liar.

Just let him talk.

We smoked a joint.

You know, we got a little crazy.

We went for a ride on my bike.

- Do you believe him?

- Just let him say it.

We made love all night,

and it was beautiful.

- You make me sick.

- Marjorie.

She told me about her troubles. She was

having trouble with her boyfriend Tony.

He's lying.

Terry.

Tony...

wrote me some letters.

I never answered them.

He stole our mail.

That's how he knows about Tony.

You could have told me.

- I didn't wanna hurt you.

- Oh.

Don't you see what he's doing?

I got a wife. I got a little girl at home.

I came up here today to straighten

this thing out like two adults.

I get up here, she goes crazy.

She starts screamin' at me,

throwing things around the house.

She sprays that sh*t in my face,

breaks a f***in' lamp over my head...

What about the knife at my throat?

Tell 'em about the knife.

Tell them about the grave.

What grave?

Terry comes home

and she decides to dig a grave out back.

Is that true?

Between the tomatoes

and the flowers. A f***in' grave.

Is there a grave out there?

- Don't ask me. Ask her.

- I'm asking you.

I didn't do anything.

Bury me alive, Patty.

It can't be true.

Jesus, you know, I'm so sorry

that this thing happened today.

And I forgive you, Marjorie.

Marjorie! Marjorie! Marjorie!

So what is this?

I use it for work.

I cut open boxes in a warehouse.

You cut boxes, huh?

You cuts 'em good, huh?

It's the kind of knife

they use to gut a deer.

Wait.

Smile.

Smile.

Nicer.

Don't make your lips tight.

Did I hurt you?

Patty, make her stop.

Now you kiss me...

and tell me you wanna make love.

What?

Say it.

Say it.

- Huh?

- I wanna m...

Say it.

I wanna make love.

Say it nice.

Say it.

I wanna make love.

That's nice.

Where is it you like me

to touch you? I forget.

What?

- Nowhere.

- Remind me.

Is it here?

Or here?

Or here? Huh?

Oh, now I remember.

It's down here.

Tell them what happened...

or I'll cut 'em off. Tell them.

Tell them! Tell them!

Tell them!

I watched the house! I stole the letters!

And what else?

I...

I...

I came here to kill you.

And Patty.

And Terry.

Linda Martinez.

Paula Mikowski.

Marie Parks.

Argh!

Thank you. Thank you.

The first time I did it...

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