Penthouse North Page #2

Oh, God. Oh, God.

On, God. Oh, my God!

Oh, God. Oh, God!

Oh! Ohh! Oh!

Oh, God! Help!

Please! Please!

Please! Help!

Help! Please, help.

Is somebody there?

Please, I need help.

- God, are you OK?

- There's a man.

- He's coming after me.

- Can I help?

- Please.

- Can I help?

- Yes.

- My name's Robert Shay.

I'm a New York City prosecutor.

- Oh, God. Please.

- I understand. I understand.

- I need your help.

- I understand.

We're gonna get you

somewhere safe, OK?

- There's a man.

- OK. I got it.

- You can go. Thank you.

- He's coming.

OK, listen,

first thing we're gonna do,

we're gonna get you

to a safe place, OK?

Put this on. OK. OK.

Everything's OK. OK.

You alright? OK.

- What's your name?

- Sara.

- OK, Sara.

- Sara Frost.

You're doing good.

Now, Sara,

I'm gonna have to call 911

and they're gonna ask me

what happened.

Can you tell me?

- A man broke into my apartment.

- Uh-huh.

My boyfriend's apartment.

He killed my boyfriend.

Where's the apartment?

260 Blackwood, Penthouse North.

OK. Now, I'm gonna have to

call this in. Just a second.

OK?

Hi. Yeah, this is

ADA Robert Shay.

I'm with a young woman

who's a victim of an assault.

Her name is Sara Frost.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Apparently, there's a homicide

involved as well,

at 260 Blackwood,

Penthouse North.

Just a second.

Ah. It's the boyfriend. Yeah.

OK. Oh, great. OK. Thanks.

Great. I got it.

Thank you very much.

OK. There's a unit.

It's a block away.

The police are gonna meet us

at the building, OK?

- Thank you.

- OK.

Here we are.

Are the police here yet?

They'll be here any second.

May I use your phone

to call my sister, please?

Sure.

Is that them?

- Sara.

- It's him.

- It's him!

- I know.

Oh, God. Oh!

No.

Very interesting day, Chad.

Very interesting.

Let's see -

first, you killed Ryan,

before we had a chance to get

any information out of him.

And then you let

a 118-pound blind girl

make a fool out of you.

That's not how it happened.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure

that's how it happened.

It's exactly how it happened, Chad.

Just like that.

Let's face it.

You're kind of a f***-up.

Aren't you?

You're also a mess.

Go clean yourself up. Go ahead.

Go on.

Look... so you know,

the only thing -

honestly, the only thing -

standing between you and

that psychopath in there is me.

That's it.

OK?

Well. Alright, huh?

Yeah, it's kinda like

your own little fortress.

Just you and Ryan up here

where nobody can touch you.

Wasn't gonna last.

I was always

gonna find you.

Find me?

Well, Ryan.

And whoever else

was lucky enough to be with him.

What do you want?

What are you gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

I don't know.

I guess whatever it takes.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Whatever it takes.

Wow. You know,

I know you can't see this.

But this view, I mean...

This view is drop-dead.

Hey, did you ever wonder

how a young guy like Ryan

could ever even afford

a place like this?

He had money.

Yeah. He had money.

Did he ever say anything

about Miami?

- Miami?

- Uh-huh.

Big city. Florida.

He used to live there.

Anything else?

He said he got involved

with some very bad people

down there.

Really?

Yeah.

Hey.

Who's this?

What's the name

of your cat?

Shadow.

Shadow. Hey, Shadow.

Aren't you a pretty girl?

Funny. I didn't figure Ryan

as a cat guy.

What is wrong with you?

Ryan is dead. That animal

in the next room murdered him.

You think you knew Ryan.

Let me ask you something.

If Ryan was such a choirboy,

what was he doing in business

with the likes of Chad and me?

It's here. Somewhere.

Ryan would never let it

get out of his reach.

He'd keep it close by.

You know where it is.

Don't you think I would have

told that psychopath

anything I knew

once he put his hands on me?

Chad likes the rough stuff.

Ryan too, actually.

Was that it? Was that your thing?

I'm not judging.

You don't know

anything about me.

See, actually, I do.

Google.

"Sara Frost.

"Promising young photojournalist

"embedded with US troops

in Afghanistan."

Wow. Blah-blah-blah.

"Suicide bomber."

Oh, boy, here we go.

"Permanent blindness."

Permanent blindness.

Permanent.

What is that like?

Everything you loved,

everything gone

in a flash of light.

Are you one of those people

who thinks,

"Whatever doesn't kill me

makes me stronger"?

Is that what you think?

I'd put a bullet

through my head.

Where is it, Sara?

Ryan hid it good, Hollander,

but I know it's here.

Of course it's here, Chad.

And if you hadn't killed him,

we would've had it by now!

Just give me five minutes

with her, I'll get the truth.

What if you lose control

like you did with Ryan?

- Won't happen, Hollander.

- What if you kill her?

I won't.

OK.

But do not kill her.

- I mean it, Chad.

- No, don't.

Don't what?

Don't leave me

alone with him.

Too late, Sara.

I can't help you.

Ahh!

I can't kill you,

but let's see how close I can get.

Chad, hold it. Stop.

What's wrong

with this picture?

- What are you talking about?

- Quiet.

Chad, your knuckles

are dragging.

I'll tell you what's wrong

with this picture.

This picture.

Everything else

in this pretentious apartment

is generic, soulless,

like Ryan.

Everything

but this photograph.

- One of yours, isn't it, Sara?

- Yeah.

Ryan blew it up

and framed it for you, right?

It's haunting.

Really disturbing.

It's beautiful.

Take it down.

Why?

Because I told you to.

Give me your blade.

Give me your knife.

You have a very unhealthy

attachment to this knife.

Sweet!

There's... there's gotta be...

two, three...

300 grand.

What?

So you got

what you came for.

Will you go now?

Sure. As soon as

Chad bags the cash.

That wasn't so bad.

It worked out for everybody.

- Except for Ryan.

- Was it worth it?

Killing him?

Tell you the truth,

I'm gonna miss old Ryan.

He was a good investment.

You talk about him like he was

some sort of object, some thing.

Sara, Ryan betrayed

you AND me.

I know

what you're thinking.

"If I love that guy

long enough and hard enough,

"I could change him."

Never gonna happen.

Ryan was scum.

You couldn't see him

for what he really was.

You want me to do her?

No, I don't want you to do her.

- But she knows too much.

- What does she know?

She heard some voices and

some fake names. That's all.

Hey, Chad, not everything has

to end up in blood, alright?

Go wait for me

at the door.

Some other time, then, Sara.

Listen.

I know this was

tough on you.

You're a whole lot stronger than

you know.

Now, I don't want you

to leave the apartment

or call anybody

for an hour, OK?

An hour.

Yeah, now I get it.

Now I see

what Ryan saw in you.

How'd you know?

I smelled you.

She didn't lead us to sh*t.

Shut up, Chad. We're close.

Put that down, Sara.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

You stay away from me.

Ah!

You got your money.

You got what you wanted.

We're not here

for the money, Sara.

- The money's chicken sh*t. -Then

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