Lies And Illusions Page #3

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That's, that's everything.

- I can't believe it's been a year.

- Well, I guess time flies, doesn't it?

Uh, well--

What happened to your finger?

Uh, well, I-- I have

a bit of a woodworking hobby

- and I cut it with a table saw.

- Ouch.

Um, Maggie, would you

excuse us for a second?

Mr. Wilson,

how well did you know

Samantha?

Because I actually

never met her.

See, I had her will on file

with instructions to contact you

if anything

should happen to her.

Well, in February

I went to pay her taxes,

but her Social came back

as non-existent.

I tried to contact her

at her workplace-- Atlantic Traders.

I just-- I tried again thinking

that maybe I had the wrong number.

Mr. Wilson, Atlantic Traders--

it doesn't exist.

Um, well, I-I--

I guess that's it.

Well, be careful

with that table saw.

Hi, honey.

Wes, what happened?

You know, I can't find a single thing

to tell me who she was or--

her job didn't exist,

her name didn't exist!

- Baby.

- "Finding Love in the 21st Century,"

by Wes Wilson-- fraud!

I couldn't tell you the first thing

about the woman

I was gonna marry!

Wes, I've always had this belief

you can spend a lifetime with

someone and never really know them.

Oh, God, is that supposed to help?

Nic, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have

said that. It was rude.

- It's okay.

- No, it's not.

This has nothing to do with you.

If you want some answers,

why don't you just go to Spokane

and open that safety deposit box, okay?

I mean, who knows what can be inside?

I'll go with you.

This doesn't concern you.

Baby, everything about you

concerns me, okay?

I care about you.

I worry about you.

Please. Okay?

I really wanna thank you

for coming along with me

on this journey.

It's been great.

So what do you think

is in the box?

I don't know.

It could be more guns.

Crazy, I don't know what

she was doing with that arsenal.

I guess I really didn't know her

all that well.

Oh, yeah.

Just a little nervous.

We just gotta go slow.

It's been a little while.

This is very--

Yeah, this could be

a long session.

All right.

- Sh*t, get off me!

- What? What?

Someone's on the balcony.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm serious.

What are you talking about?

I don't see anyone.

I tell you

somebody is out there.

Well, it's a good thing

they left.

I could have shown you

how tough I am.

Just how tough are you?!

Yes, you are a tough woman.

Uh, it's been so long

since I've been with a--

- Hey, you know what it says here?

- What's that?

That "all relationships

should be based

on a certain kind of commonality."

- A what?

- Commonality.

That "the opposites may attract,

but in reality it's the very attraction

that leads to the demise of the same

relationship in the long run."

Like 2 f***ing potheads

can stay together forever, right?

Yeah yeah, this guy is smart.

Listen to this:
"If one likes

camping in the outdoors,

and the other is inclined

to like room service,

the relationship could be put

under constant stress

because both parties

don't share a common interest."

- Sounds like a contract.

- That's is what it says.

"Because ultimately

all relationships

are like a contract."

I ought to write a f***ing book.

Yeah.

"Both parties have to agree

whether consciously

or subconsciously

to be there for each other."

F***ing deep. This guy's got

some head on his shoulders.

Yeah.

This girl I was seeing,

well, she wasn't the girl

I thought she was.

She just...

disappeared.

Mr. Wilson.

Hey, "diamonds are

a girl's best friend," right?

Your book helped me

get in where I fit in.

- Oh, good.

- My name is Isaac Kahn.

I'm here on behalf

of Atlantic Traders.

- Really?

- I take it Samantha never mentioned us.

No, no, she never mentioned

anybody she worked with.

Well, we're here to help.

Why don't you get in the car

and we'll talk?

I don't think so.

Mr. Wilson, we're very sorry

about your loss

and are here to assist

in any way we can.

So what is this about?

Several small matters have

been brought to my attention.

Inventory she handled for us

has been mixed up

in her personal assets.

What kind of stuff

did she do for you guys?

- Assorted buying and selling overseas.

- Really?

Alicia--

Samantha was one of my best employees,

a major loss to the company.

So a year later with condolences?

Where were you when I called last year?

Well, I do travel a lot

and I never received any messages.

My sincerest apologies.

I really needed answers last year.

So, thank you,

thank you very much.

Have some coffee.

He's gonna regret that one.

Excuse me, ladies. Sorry.

Oh, sh*t.

- Easy!

- Watch out!

Get the f*** out of here!

Come on!

- Up here.

- Hey, hey!

Wait!

Over there!

- Yeah?

- Do you have him yet?

- We lost him, boss. Sorry.

- Of course you did.

- Meet me in the alley.

- Let's go!

Hey!

Sh*t.

Don't kill him.

Get me out of here, Chauncey.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey!

After him!

Hey, where is he going?!

You put me

in a peculiar spot, Mr. Wilson.

Oh, sh*t.

You chose to be rude

when I tried to be nice.

So now we do it this way.

- You will go to the bank--

- What?

a simple withdrawal.

Your fiance stole something from me

and I want it back.

No!

I trust we will see you

at the bank at 11:00 AM?

And if you and your lady friend

wanna make it home in one piece,

you'll do as I say.

Wait, wait, wait...

This is crazy.

Samantha couldn't

have stolen anything.

My dear boy,

you have no idea.

Why don't you tell me then?

Oh, my ribs.

Oh, God.

Hey, watch it, man.

He's been gone way too long.

I understand.

Someone's at the door.

I gotta go.

Nicole?

Oh, sh--

Jesus Christ, don't shoot me.

I just went to get some breakfast.

Jesus, baby, what happened?

Oh, sh*t, yeah.

Some guy from Sam's work--

not so nice.

He said she stole

something of his.

He thinks it's

in her safety deposit box.

What? This is crazy.

We should call the police.

No! No, no, he knows where I live.

He knows all about you.

- Me?

- Yeah. He called you "my lady friend."

Now I'm scared.

What are we gonna do?

He wants me to go the bank,

give him whatever the hell's

in the safety deposit box.

You see this?

It's only gonna get worse.

- I'm just gonna do what he says.

- They really worked you over.

You should see the other guys.

They're perfectly fine.

Listen,

I really don't think

you should come with me.

- Why?

- Clearly, it's not safe.

After this, you're not leaving me

here alone, okay? I'm going with you.

All right. Oh, Christ,

I'm just a writer.

It hurts.

My head, it--

- Somebody wants to see you.

- Oh, come on, let's get--

Oh, Jesus!

Get off him! Get off him!

Enough!

Let's go.

So...

okay.

Inside the car, please,

Mr. Wilson.

I'm getting out of there!

Okay.

Once again for me,

if you will, Mr. Wilson.

I go into the bank,

get the contents of the box,

put it in this bag

and hand it over to you.

And if you don't do as I ask?

- You will kill Nicole.

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