Otis Page #2

Oh, my god.

What is this? No, no, no.

Hello? I need help.

I'm in trouble. Please.

- Hi, Kim.

- No, my name is Riley Lawson.

I don't know where I am,

but I'm chained.

- Please help me.

- Relax, Kim.

We're gonna have a good time

together, babe.

Hi, Kim.

What do you want, you sick f***?

Stop... Stop talking to me like that, Kim.

Pick up the phone, Kim.

- Kim, pick it up.

- Stop calling me that.

Kim, Kim, Kim, Kim.

Stop it. You fat loser. F***ing pervert.

I'm not fat, Kim.

And you need to play...

Play along right now.

Go to hell.

Ow! You're burning me.

What's your name?

Riley.

Ow!

You're all the same. There's no way out.

Look, look here. Look, look there.

There's no escape. Just me.

Just us.

Help! Can anyone hear me?

I can hear you, Kim.

I wouldn't do that.

Reed, get in here right now, young man.

Reed.

- Where the hell have you been?

- Hanging out with Scott.

Wasn't doing anything.

What, did you guys narc on me?

I found it on the side of the road.

I thought it was oregano.

- Oregano?

- Yeah, the spice.

- When was the last time you saw Riley?

- What? I don't know.

- Did you see her at school?

- I don't... No.

Oh, man. So, what, having pictures

of my sister, is that a crime?

I can't believe

you'd do something like that.

- It's artistic.

Any idea what kind of people...

...prowl websites like this one?

- People like me.

- Reed.

- Predators, Reed.

Oregano, huh?

- You got a drug problem?

- Yeah.

It's really hard to get the good ones.

That's enough.

- Hello.

- Hello. Hi.

- Good evening, sir.

- Who is this?

A boy from school.

I know your daughter.

- You know... Where is she?

- Be cool, man. She's with me.

- Well, who...? Where are you?

- We're on a date.

A date. You're on a date with Riley?

No, man. Kim, your daughter. Kim.

No, there must be some mistake.

I don't have a daughter named Kim.

My daughter's name is Riley.

Her name is Kim.

I'm gonna hang up if you

call her that other name again.

Now, I'm calling, sir,

because I wanna find out...

...if I can get your permission

to take Kim to the prom.

Prom?

Let me talk to her.

Will you f***ing play...? Play along?

All I need is your permission,

and for you to know...

...that I'm gonna treat

your daughter right, okay?

What does that mean?

Treat her with respect,

even when I f*** her.

Oh, my god.

Nineteen eighty-four.

No f***ing way.

Okay, what do you want me to do?

Hey, Kim.

You wanna hang out

after practice today?

Practice? What practice?

Football practice.

We're gearing up to play the Panthers.

You wanna hang out a little bit?

Okay.

Yeah. Sure, but then...

Then I gotta go home,

because I gotta study, you know?

No, I talked to your dad.

- What?

- Isn't it cool? I talked to him.

- What did he say?

- Oh, he's cool.

He knows we're dating, and...

I was gonna wait to tell

you this, but I can't.

He gave me permission

to take you to the prom.

That's a f***ing lie.

Hello?

Is it so hard, huh?

- Can't you just play...? Play along?

- Ow! Ow!

Can't you do it, huh?

Listen, I don't wanna smash your face,

because you're pretty...

...but if you keep pissing me off,

you're gonna eat your teeth.

Understand?

Yes. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Can you play...? Play along?

Yes. I'll play, play along.

Okay.

Now, you call... Call me Otis. Okay?

Otis.

Now, what's your name?

Kim.

My name is Kim, Otis.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Okay. Let's go.

Come on.

We're gonna be settled here in a minute,

Mr. And Mrs. Logan.

- Lawson.

- Yeah.

You should feel good now, confident.

This is all state-of-the-art, Mr. Lawton.

I want the trap-and-trace over here...

What's a trap-and-trace?

It captures the incoming electronic impulses

that identify the originating number...

...of an instrument or a device from which

an electronic communication...

...or wire was transmitted.

- Nogi, ETA on the cappuccino machine?

- Working on it.

What do I gotta do,

light a fire under your ass?

Baker, grande cap, semi-dry, stat.

I want a coffee now. F***.

So the caller, he referred to your daughter

as Kim, right?

"I wanna date Kim,"

"I wanna bone Kim. "

- Whoa.

- What does it mean?

It means he's crazy as a shithouse rat.

It means we are knee-deep in dookie.

He's a nut job. He's completely unzipped.

It means he is the looney tune

who offed five teens in the last six months.

Five? I thought it was four.

Mm-mm. There was another one,

the one with the missing tits.

- Missing ti...? What?

- Tits.

- Ashland Warner.

- Yeah.

Ashley Walker, lovely girl. A mathlete.

Turned up in four different Dumpsters

at four different locations.

- My God.

- You're tracking this man.

- You have a lead on him, right?

- No.

- No?

- Mom? Mom, they're tearing apart my room.

They ripped out my hard drive.

Reed, let them do

what they need to do.

How the f*** is destroying my computer

gonna help find Riley?

Oh! You are gonna need

to put a sock in that, son.

That drive might be the missing piece

to a three-dimensional jigsaw puzzle...

...which you aren't trained to understand,

and it is that training...

...that has helped me to achieve

an 80 percent recovery rate.

- Eighty percent, really?

- Really.

Well, we only recovered 60 percent

of Debbie Pilter.

Right. Beautiful legs. Track star.

Hey, Kim.

Hi.

You see that catch I made?

Yeah. It was awesome.

No-look, over-the-shoulder.

QB was supposed to hit me at the 45,

but I felt the wind gust...

...so I ran an extra 10 yards.

Coach says I got lightning moves,

like Jerry Rice.

Wow.

Can I ask you something?

Will you be my girlfriend?

Uh-huh.

I knew you liked me. You know how?

That cheer you did for me.

I could hear you cheering my name...

...and when I looked to the sidelines...

...I could see, when you jumped...

...you're not wearing panties.

I saw your cooch.

Will you do it for me again?

That cheer?

Nobody's watching.

Do it.

Otis, Otis, he's our man.

If he can't do it, no one can.

Good. Now with the jump.

Otis, Otis, he's our man.

If he can't do it, no one can.

Otis, Otis, he's our man.

If he can't do it, no one can.

Otis, Otis, he's our man.

If he can't do it...

:::no one can:

- Oh, sh*t. He's early.

- Who? Who's here?

Come on. Come on.

- Otis, what's happening? Who is it?

- Shut it. Shut the f*** up.

Don't make a f***ing sound.

You are here.

- Aren't you supposed to be at work?

- Not yet, later. Later.

Later. You sure about that?

Because I'm getting lots of f***ing calls

from Tony saying you've been late.

Customers complaining you're giving them

cold pizza. You can't keep doing this.

I'm calling friends asking for favors

just so you can f*** up?

Is it so goddamn hard

for you to just play along?

Oh, f*** me. What died in there?

Goddamn it, if Mom and Dad

were still alive...

...and they could see

what you've done with this place...

I can't keep doing this.

I got a life. I got a family!

- You need a girl.

- How is Kim?

No! Otis, no.

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