Impulse Page #6

Damn, I made a mess again.

- Okay, I'm going to run you that bath, okay?

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- I love you, honey.

"What are you doing?"

"Running a bath for my wife."

"She's not your wife." "Yes, she is."

"No, she's not."

"You look pathetic in those clothes."

"They're not my clothes." "They are now."

Now you put those glasses on,

and you be a good little boy.

You go downstairs,

you finish doing the dishes,

and you put her to bed.

You be a man.

It's too late now.

Where is he?

Where is he? Where is he, Claire?

Claire?

Where is he? Claire?

It's me. It's Jonathan. Jonathan. Jonathan.

You're gonna tell me

where he is now, okay?

Trust me now. Claire?

Where is he? Tell me.

I need to know where...

What happened to you?

Did he do that to you? Claire?

Did he do that to you? Where the f*** is he?

Claire. Get the gun, Claire.

- F***ing...

- Get the gun.

Okay, I'm up. You f***ing coward.

Use that gun and shoot this f***ing animal.

Pull the trigger, Claire.

- I want you to hand me the gun...

- No!

...and call the police.

- You do not

- give him the f***ing gun.

- Give me the gun.

You do not give him the gun, Claire. No!

You shot him. You shot him, Claire.

Okay.

You got me.

Put down the gun, baby.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

You can't shoot me. You love me, baby.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Are you okay? You okay?

Oh, my God, I love you.

Are you talking to me?

You and only you.

- There you go.

- I got you.

It's okay.

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