Paper Towns Page #3
for 20 minutes.
Some dream
you must have been having.
Getting you a date
to prom is so hard
that the hypothetical
idea itself...
is used to cut diamonds.
That's a good one.
Q.
What are you doing?
What?
Nothing.
That was so weird.
I know it was you!
Relax, relax.
Yo, don't tell me to relax!
I know it was you at Becca's!
I'm gonna kick your ass!
Are you sure
you wanna do that?
I mean...
Even if I enlarge it...
Put that away.
Wow.
I'm sorry. This is the part
where I get confused.
You did not hook up
with Margo Roth Spiegelman?
No, we did not hook up.
What?
I'm so confused.
What is wrong with you?
Me? What's wrong
with you, bro?
Margo Roth Spiegelman,
2:
00 a.m., she's single...she's dancing, it's dark.
And you don't make the move.
I don't understand that.
It's not even
like that. It's like...
I don't know.
We were connecting.
We were on a mission.
It was different.
So now what?
I don't know.
I'll let you know
when I see her.
You need aglets.
You need aglets to exist.
I get that you need them.
- But to exist?
But Margo never
made it to school that day.
Or the next day.
Or the day after that.
Guy heard her singing
karaoke in the mall.
Next thing you know,
she's signed to his label.
She's in New York right now,
recording an album.
I know for a fact
she's in Iceland,
saving the whales.
No, it wasn't Iceland.
It was Greenland.
Where did you hear that?
Like everyone else,
I started to wonder...
"Where the hell was she?"
What was she doing?
Who was she with?
Why wasn't it me?
I know this is
a difficult situation for you.
Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Spiegelman.
Hello, Quentin.
This is Detective Warren.
Sounds like Margo's
run away again.
For the fifth time.
Deb.
What?
Hank, I am tired of this.
She's 18.
Let her do what she wants.
What do you know about it?
Hmm? Me?
Yeah.
When was the last time
you saw Margo?
Uh...
It was Wednesday, I think.
Yeah, Wednesday night.
She came to my window
and we talked
for a second
and then she left.
You guys don't think...
something happened to her,
or anything, right?
We know
exactly what's happened.
She's bored.
She wants attention.
She'll come back
when she runs out of money...
or when people
So you don't wanna
file a missing persons report?
She's not missing. She's gone.
There's a difference.
Yeah.
Not your top candidates
for parents of the year.
But they weren't wrong
about one thing.
If she was gone...
she wouldn't be found
until she wanted to be.
Yeah, whatever, bro.
She left town.
bunnies in the sea.
What, like Fattina?
Uh... Ha-ha!
- Not "Fattina".
- It's "Bettina".
Doesn't even sound
like a real name. Yeah.
What was
her last name?
I don't know.
Just say her last name.
Three, two, one.
It was a one hit, and a quit.
It was a "hit it and quit it"?
Yeah. I hit that honey bunny.
I've told you guys this
so many times.
I don't wanna
go over this again.
Tell us.
I wanna hear it again.
Cousin's house.
Right, Bettina was
your cousin. I forgot.
No! Bettina was
not my cousin!
You slept with your cousin.
Not my cousin.
It's so hard when
you wanna sleep
with someone
that's not in your family.
No!
"Man, I slept with
someone in my family." No, no, no.
I just feel if we're gonna
validate the story,
could we get a couple details?
All right,
I'll give it to you straight.
So, I'm in Saskatchewan.
My cousin Danny's like,
"Yo, Ben,
I'm throwing a party."
I'm like, "Yo, what's up?
Let's do it."
So, he throws a party. Bettina
comes over, looks at me.
She's like,
"What?" We go upstairs...
So, she's
making strange noises?
No, she's making a call.
Like a bird
makes to another bird.
So you walked in,
and Bettina went...
Mating time, bro.
Mating time.
Just say something true.
What do you mean,
"Say something true"?
Just say anything true.
I'm saying all this is true.
I so don't believe you.
It's true!
What, you don't believe me?
No, no.
That's fine. Go poop.
Shut up! Shut up.
We're not even
talking about me.
We're talking about
you and Angela.
Little honey bunny.
Don't call her "honey bunny".
You gonna tap that ass,
son? Don't call me "son".
When you gonna get up in
it? Don't say "tap that ass".
Do a little dance for her. Stop.
Show her what you're
working with. Come on.
If you must know, we're...
We're waiting till prom.
Why?
Because we want it
to be special.
Radar, that's
so beautiful. I think...
Stop.
Hey, guys.
Stop.
Hey, guys.
What?
There's something
in Margo's window.
Has that thing
always been there?
I don't know.
The shade's never drawn.
"Woody Guthrie,
folk singer.
"Born 1912. Died 1967."
Come and sit by my side,
if you love me
It's looking
right at you, Q.
Do not hasten
to bid me adieu
I know.
Hey, Ruthie.
Hey, Quentin.
Your parents
aren't home, are they?
No, they went to the mall.
Would it be cool if we went up
to Margo's room for a sec?
Why?
Just wanted to check
on something.
Margo doesn't like
people in her room.
Okay, but we're her friends.
No, you're not.
And, if you were...
you'd know she doesn't like
people in her room.
Up.
Sorry.
Mind if I...
What are you guys
even looking for anyway?
We don't really know.
Clues.
We're detectives.
Hey, look.
Holy sh*t-stickers.
What do we got?
"Walt Whitman's
Niece," circled.
What do you think it means?
Oh! Wait.
What?
I think she's
sending you a message.
What message?
"Come find me."
Last night or the night
before that
I won't say which night
I'll not say
which seaman
Walked up
to a big old building
I won't say
which building
And would not have
walked up the stairs
Not to say
which stairs
If there had not
have been two girls
It's a call to arms.
It's a way of her saying...
"Take a risk, a**hole.
Stop playing it so safe."
Maybe that's what she's been
trying to tell me the whole time...
like with the
paper towns thing.
She's like...
"I'm making a move, Q.
Come with me."
So, if you crack the code
and find out where she is...
Can I talk to you?
Hi, Lacey.
You were with her
that night, right?
The night with the Saran Wrap?
Yeah.
Was she mad at me?
Nah, she was...
disappointed.
In what? What did I do?
That you knew about
Becca and Jase.
No, see, that...
That's the thing.
I had no idea. If I knew,
I would've said something.
Okay, Margo
seemed to think that...
She's wrong.
Yeah, I believe you.
It's just,
Chuck knew this whole time,
which is awesome.
So, now we're broken up...
and I don't have
a date to prom
the week before prom...
and my best friend is off
doing God knows what...
thinking that
I betrayed her,
which is something
I'm sorry
to tell all of that to you.
No, it's okay.
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