Meeting Evil Page #5

Maybe he was right,

what he said about you guys.

What's that?

-Can we go home now?

-Yes, ma'am.

You guys ready?

Sweetheart, come here.

That your doggie?

Show him to me.

Come closer.

Closer.

He a good dog?

He bites.

That's as good as anything, I guess.

They dump you out here all night, too?

No, no, I gotta go in and talk to the old bag.

You kids done?

Just stop, I'm gonna get you.

Come on. Why don't you guys go up?

Come on.

I'll come tuck you in.

Is everything okay?

You must be Joanie.

Yes, come in. You're getting wet.

And who is that?

These are our two children.

This is Sam, and this is John Jr.

Say hello to the nice officer.

-Boy's name for a girl?

-Yes.

I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

Okay.

Come in.

Where's the local cop that called it in?

This guy's a real cop.

-How do you know?

-Come on.

It's not Richie.

Police Academy, class of 1 968.

Lieutenant.

Our guys in front of the house

are not picking up.

Scotch on the rocks,

that's what John drinks, too. Here you go.

Guys, let's go. Bed. Come on.

Hey, your dad's a hero. How about that?

Again?

I didn't know you boys could drink on duty.

I won't tell if you don't.

You cooking something? Smells good.

Pork chops.

They're John's favourite.

I thought he might need a good meal.

John explain what happened?

No, no, but it's, you know,

it's been all over the news, so...

Hey, maybe you can sell the story

to the papers.

You know, people love a good tale like that.

I would hate to profit

off of somebody else's tragedy, so...

That's why I'm here, actually.

You're making me nervous, Officer...

Stevens.

I should go check on the oven real quick.

Would you excuse me?

I'll be right back.

-Jesus Christ.

-What's wrong?

What is it?

-Where are the kids?

-In bed.

Get up there and check on them right now.

Get up there, do it!

What are you worried about, John?

I was just up there with them.

-Joanie!

-I tucked them in myself.

Little angels, and you got two of them.

You are so lucky.

-They're okay.

-Stay there.

Just so you know, the police are out there.

Do you understand that?

You still underestimate me

after all we've been through.

Well, that's just plain dumb.

Question for you, John, is do you hate me

more than you love your family?

In the time it takes you

to go outside and get help,

I could destroy your whole family.

Listen, what is it that you want from us?

You invited me over for dinner,

to meet your wife. I'm here.

Now, treat me like a guest.

You know

I'm not going to let you harm them.

You know that?

So, you're gonna have to kill me.

I told you, I don't make deals. I don't have to.

I'm giving you a choice, John.

That's more than I'm giving anyone else,

including your wife and kids.

-I told you to stay upstairs.

-What the hell is going on?

How about those pork chops, Joanie?

I'm starving.

I'm afraid I don't care for your tone.

Makes two of us.

Get out of my house. Now.

John?

Tell this person to get out of our house

and leave us alone, now.

John.

He's our guest, right?

Our guest.

We're gonna treat you that way.

Okay?

Again?

Help him.

Doesn't John do most of the cooking

around here?

-He likes to cook.

-Good thing, too,

'cause this is cooked badly.

Poorly. It's cooked poorly.

Could you sharpen this for me?

It's kind of dull.

-The knife's sharp enough.

-Not mine.

You remember the first time

you saw me today, John?

-At the front door?

-No. In your rearview mirror.

When I blasted by, you were sitting in

the driveway twiddling your thumbs,

thinking about your meaningless life.

You were talking to that guy who worked...

The guy who works on your house?

How do you think I know that?

'Cause you've been following me.

But why? Why would I follow you, John?

Come on. Put it together, John.

Put it together.

Why did I knock on your door today?

Perfect timing.

Joanie, get upstairs,

get the kids and get out of here!

Or better yet, sit down

and listen to what I have to say.

Now, John,

why did I knock on your door today?

Joanie, you want to tell him?

Why I knocked on your door today?

Or why the back door was left wide open?

Or why you took the kids

and left when he got home?

What is he talking about, John?

You both make me sick.

Sitting here like I'm the bad guy,

like I did something wrong.

-Tell him why, b*tch!

-I have never seen you in my life!

Yeah, that's true.

You did send someone else to meet me.

-What's he talking about?

-I have no idea.

She does not love you, John.

She's a liar.

She's f***ing someone else,

and she wants you dead!

-He's lying.

-She hired me to kill you.

I was supposed to drive you out in the sticks,

throw your body in a ditch...

-Oh, my God.

-...but I didn't.

Because I saw something in your eyes, John.

John, you can't believe this man.

You can't believe him.

She doesn't have the guts to kill you herself.

-He's lying, you can't believe...

-I am no liar!

-I have no idea what he's talking about.

-John, you can vouch for me there.

No, you are lying!

I tell it the way I see it,

and I see it the way it is!

John, I love you.

That's right, kill her, John.

-John, I love you.

-Rip her f***ing throat out!

Now, you got the instinct, just like me.

-Please don't do...

-Shut up!

Remember, she's cold-blooded.

Don't listen to her.

Don't listen to that b*tch! Kill her!

-Kill that b*tch!

-I love you!

Wait! Wait, stop! I'm not going to hurt you.

Just give it to me.

Give it to me.

Come here, you motherf***er!

-Put it...

-You motherf***er!

Get out of here! Go!

Careful.

Jesus!

They're out back!

Watch my children.

Mr Felton.

We're gonna take your wife in

for more questioning.

On what evidence?

Your testimony, for starters.

Look...

I just told you what he said.

I didn't say I believed it.

What other explanation can you have?

She's my wife.

-What does he think he's doing?

-Something I never could.

Nice shot.

You know, smoking kills sperm cells.

-You hungry?

-Yeah.

Let's go get fat.

Everything's going to be okay, isn't it, John?

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