Scissors Page #4

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Dr. Carter.

Alex... hi Alex.

Mr. Kramer. Mr. Kramer.

I want to buy a doll, Mr. Kramer.

Angie, Angie, no, put'em down, put down the

scissors. Please. Don't kill me, Angie!

Angie! Angie! No. No Angie!

No, no, no, don't kill me.

Don't kill me, Angie! Please.

- I didn't. I didn't.

- Angie! Don't... don't kill me

I didn't kill you. I didn't. I didn't.

I didn't. I didn't do it...

Put down the scissors. Angie,

please. Please, don't...

Stop it right now. Stop it.

- Angie. Don't kill me, Angie!

- No.

No. No. No. No. No...

Where? Where? Where?

Oh you're gone.

Silence. Yes, blessed silence.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy went home.

This little piggy had rosty beef,

this little piggy had none.

And this... all the way home...

- Ugly! Ugly! Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!

- This little piggy had rosty beef, this little pi...

Yes. Yes. Yes...

Angie... this piggy went to market.

This little piggy stayed home.

This little piggy had rosty beef,

this little piggy had none.

And this...

Oh Billy, more, do more Billy. Do more.

Richard.

Stephan.

What are you doing here?

Where's Richard?

Where you usually find him. In the bedroom.

You killed him.

Yes. Two days ago with a pair of scissors.

I used to watch you come here for months.

I had a key made from the

one I found in your bag.

One night I even dared to come in and listen

to you making love. You sounded fulfilled.

- Why?

- Morbid jealousy.

You killed him because...

I was seeing him?

For seeing him? No!

For screwing him, yes.

- You're crazy.

- Absolutely

the phone doesn't work.

You won't get away with this.

I'll going to the police.

No, you won't.

You're much too ambitious to risk

at all that your political career,

everything for both of us, down the drain.

You're pretty good at getting

into people's heads, aren't you?

Top of the class at Berkeley.

It's not going to work.

They're gonna to find you.

No darling. They'll find her.

- I know her, she's one of your patients.

- Angie Anderson.

Positive schizophrenic, complex

father fixation, repressed sexuality...

All of wich makes her a perdect

foil for this little drama.

But she'll go to the police.

She knows the truth.

Does she? I think she'll be this way for

long long time.

What is she doing?

Angie finally found her ignorant Billy.

I learned through hypnosis that her

incestuous stepfather sported a red beard

and was murdered by Angie's mother

with the pairs of scissors.

It's amazing... red beard, a few sound efects,

some screws and bolts... a little production...

And Angie just slipped

through the looking glass.

Your boyfriend's genius provided

the perfect theater.

Even the bird cooperated.

Memorized his lines like a trouper.

Stop. Stop it Ann. Stop it, stop it

I love you, Ann. The past is out the way.

We can go on.

I'm willing to continue our life together.

Are you willing, Ann?

And pretend none of this happened?

Oh, no, I want you to remember

that this did happened,

and I never want you forget it.

Now helping me in, we've got

loose ends to tie up here.

We've still the scissors to locate.

I didn't think she'd have the

guts to put them out of him.

And I didn't think she'd the guts

to stab me in the elevator eader.

You take the powder room,

and I'll check the bedroom.

Ann, help me, find the scissors.

Angie! Angie, open the door. Angie!

Angie, daddy wants you to open the door.

Come on Angie!

Open the door.

Angie!

Angie, pick up the doorknob

and open the door, come on.

Pick it up.

Angie, daddy's not mad. He's not, he's

not mad, but open the door Angie.

Come on.

Angie!

Over there. Pull up over there.

You're ok?

It's Alex, it's Alex.

- Angie!

- Alex?

Yeah.

Alex?

Everything's going to be all right.

Everything's going to be fine.

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