Fender Bender Page #3

Yeah.

You know, despite his sociopathic

and stalker-like tendencies,

I think it would be a shame to let

his lame attempt at apology go to waste.

Right?

I mean, that would just be downright rude.

And besides, this is a celebration.

Celebrating what?

- You.

- Me?

Yeah, to, um, to...

new beginnings

and clear skies ahead.

At least tomorrow.

Well, blow, b*tch.

Alright.

Let them eat loser cake.

Mm.

Mm, mm, mm. Mm!

Thank you.

Mm, and this piece is mine.

Mm, ah.

Mm, oh, my God, this is so good.

Uh, it kind of is good.

Well, don't, don't tell that dip yet.

It's probably my parents.

Hello.

Hilary?

Yes.

Hi, hon, this is Mrs. Davidson calling

you back from Lifetime Insurance.

Oh, hi.

I'm sorry to be calling you

so late, sweetheart.

Oh, no, no, that's fine.

It's just that, something came up

with the information you gave me earlier.

You know the driver that hit you today?

And I wanted to speak to you about it.

It's something,

it's kind of strange actually.

Um, is everything okay?

Well, you know to be honest,

no, not really.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, fine.

What is it?

Well, the agent over at Reliable who

actually handles the person's account

called me back personally

to tell me that the insured driver

you know, who you told me

was named Jonathan Barker.

- Yeah.

- Well, the account actually belongs

to someone named Jennifer Barker,

a woman, Hilary,

and there's really no way

to say this delicately, honey,

so I'm just gonna come out with it.

Okay.

She was just found murdered yesterday

at her home at the address

you gave me, matching exactly.

What?

Yeah, and all the other information

you provided, it checks out as hers, too,

the plate number,

driver's license number, phone number,

absolutely everything.

Except...

But obviously it couldn't have been her

who gave it to you, sweetie,

so who was that man that did?

Mrs. Davidson?

Hello?

Whoa, what's going on?

I don't feel right, I don't feel right!

Rachel, run! Run, go, go, go, go!

I don't feel right...

I've got you, I've got you,

it's okay. You got it?

Here, stay with me.

You're fine, come on.

I've got you.

Come on! Come on, come on!

Okay, let's go.

Come on. This way.

No!

Okay, come on, this way.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I've got you, careful now, careful.

Just stay here, okay?

What's happening to me?

It must have been the cake.

There was something in it.

He did leave it.

Who... who... who was that?

- The guy who hit me this morning.

- Mm.

The fender bender guy.

I think.

I think that's him.

Rachel.

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

You just have to believe.

You just have to hold on, okay?

Okay.

But you have to stay quiet, Erik.

You have to stay quiet, okay?

Okay.

It's okay now.

Is he gone?

Is he gone?

Yes, he's gone. But we have

to try to get to the front, okay?

Out to the street. We have to try, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay. Let's go.

I've got you, I've got you.

Okay, okay, we're okay.

Shh, we're starting.

Okay.

Okay.

Are you good?

No!

Erik!

No!

Erik!

Erik!

Why are you doing this to me?

Leave me alone, please,

just leave me alone!

Somebody! Somebody, please help me!

Come and help me!

No, no.

Come on, come on, come on!

Not so easy now, is it?

Come on, a**hole!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

No!

Come on!

Dammit, you son of a b*tch!

911, what's your emergency?

Hello?

This is 911.

Can you hear me, hello?

Dammit, dammit.

This is 911.

- Hi, my name is Hilary Diaz, and I'm...

- State your emergency.

Hello?

- Will you state your emergency, hello?

- Hello, can you hear me, are you there?

- This is 911.

- Hello? Dammit.

Do you have an emergency to report?

This is 911.

Please state...

Your emergency...

Please state your emergency...

Oh, God!

Oh, God! No!

No, please, help me, help me!

Help me, please! No, please no!

Please!

No! No!

No! Please!

Please no, please no, please!

No, no, no, no!

Don't.

Please no, please.

Please no, please. Please.

My life, my life.

Your life

is meaningless.

But your death

will be legendary.

No, no!

Hola mijita.

I just wanted to call and see

how you were holding up.

You're probably sleeping.

We had a nice night tonight

but actually had a change of plans.

Your father begged me

to trade in the theater tickets

so we could go to the casino instead.

You know how that's his favorite thing,

so we did that.

And he was so happy, too.

But I have to tell you,

I couldn't stop thinking about you

and all that happened today.

So look, I have a thought.

This show isn't going anywhere

anytime soon, right?

So, what I was thinking was,

well, maybe we can make it back here later

in the month to see it ourselves, you know?

Solo tu y yo.

And believe it or not, your father

actually won some money tonight,

so he can pay for everything.

That'll teach him.

I know how much you wanted

to see it, mijita,

and what it means to you.

Everybody does.

Besides, I'm sure

you could use the distraction

after what happened

between you and Andy today.

Not to mention everything else.

You can even bring Rachel

and Erik if you want.

We'll make a weekend out of it.

You know, one that doesn't involve

any accidents of any kind.

So get some rest,

and we'll talk about it later, okay?

Te quiero mucho, Hilary. See you tomorrow.

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