Red Eye Page #6

- Lux Atlantic Resort.

- Cynthia, are you OK?

- Yeah.

- Is everyone else OK?

Yeah, yeah, sure,

we're all OK, I think.

You better get over here. I have

no idea how I'm gonna explain this.

OK. OK. I'm on my way.

Dad, I need your keys.

We have to get...

Hi.

Dad!

Oh, he's not dead.

I wanted him to see

what I'm gonna do to you first.

Dad.

Come on.

You have to get up.

You see, Lisa, I never lie.

OK, so is this personal now?

Just finishin' the job.

Well, you're too late.

Everyone's alive.

In that hotel,

every single person is alive.

What, you didn't know?

You failed, Jack.

- I'll finish the job.

- Not in my house.

Where's your male-driven,

fact-based logic now, Jack?

I don't think that's what got you here.

Did you hear me?

This is 911 dispatch.

Is anyone there?

Yes. Hello.

I'm sorry it took so long.

We had an emergency downtown.

It says you had someone hit

in front of your house.

There is a man in my house

who's trying to kill me.

OK, if you can,

lock yourself in a room immediately.

Units are on the way.

Just hurry.

No!

You're pathetic.

- We'll talk again.

- Don't move.

Hey!

Come on, sweetheart.

Come on.

- Right over there. Right there.

- Excuse me.

- Jerry, what's your 20?

- Stand by.

Cynthia.

- We got it covered.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah, I'm...

- Yeah?

Yeah, I mean...

...I think we had a really good night,

all things considered.

Just that one incident, really.

Cynthia, you did so good.

- Thank you.

- OK.

Excuse me. Ladies.

Mr Keefe.

I'd like to thank you both.

- For my family, I thank you.

- Sir. We have to go.

Let's talk soon, yes?

- Roger that.

- Lisa!

This is the worst

experience we have ever had.

Do you have any idea

what we have been through?

- Well...

- First there was no reservation.

Then, our ceiling exploded.

I got chunks of plaster all over me.

I could get asthma.

I'm so sorry. Is there anything

we can do to make it up to you?

Yes. Start by cleaning house.

Get rid of her.

She is completely incompetent.

Absolutely. And cheeky too.

I see. Well...

Here's what you can do. Fill out

a comment card at our front desk.

A comment card? She asked us

to fill out a comment card.

You want us to fill

out a comment card?

Yes, I do. And after you finish,

you can go ahead

and just shove it up your ass.

Yeah.

- You are so my hero.

- Let's get outta here.

- Let's open the bar.

- Champagne?

- Oh, anything but a bay breeze.

- OK.

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