The 9th Life of Louis Drax Page #4

He became...

aggressive.

He hit you?

Louis got really scared, so he ran away.

Take your time.

Peter went after him, but...

he was so close to the edge.

Louis!

I can still see Louis' face

before he went over.

He wasn't screaming. He wasn't crying.

He just had this look...

of disappointment.

Has he been violent before? To Louis?

Or you?

You know, I met Peter when I was 18.

He's the only man I've ever been with.

It's hard to know what to expect

when you have nothing to compare it to.

You deserve better than that.

How do you know?

I just know.

What was that for?

Louis?

Louis, can you hear me? Louis!

Can you hear me, Louis?

Louis? Louis? Are you there?

Can you hear me?

- Louis?

- He's trying to say something.

My dad... my dad...

- Louis, honey, honey, Mommy's here.

- Natalie. Natalie!

He's still recovering. You could hurt him.

Louis? Louis, it's Dr. Pascal.

You're in the hospital, okay? Louis?

Louis?

Hey, bud.

What you reading? Ah, Cousteau.

The Living Sea again. You still like it?

I got to talk to you

about something, okay?

I have to go away... for a... for a while.

Where are you going?

Not far.

San Diego...

to stay with Grandma.

Hey, you'll be able to call me.

It's only going to be for a little while.

- Is it something I did?

- No.

Is it because I told Mom about Sea World?

No, no, that's not it, I promise.

You didn't do anything wrong.

It's just I'm making your mom...

very sad right now,

and I need to give her some space.

You know how it is, kiddo.

Too much of a good thing.

You did so well today, Louis.

Wherever you are,

you're closer than I thought.

Stay close.

Your mother loves you very much,

and she's waiting

here for you, we all are.

I brought you a present.

I thought that we could read it together.

I hear it's one of your favorites.

"It was the hushed hour

before sunrise in December."

Hello?

Macy?

You look tired.

I haven't been sleeping.

- Stress?

- Nightmares. Bad.

I haven't had them since I was a kid.

How are things with Sophie?

Hanging by a string.

You and every husband.

I don't think she loves me anymore.

Why should she?

You don't love her anymore.

- People saw you.

- What are you talking about?

In the garden. Don't look so surprised.

It's a public place.

You were hardly invisible.

- Who knows?

- Everyone.

She's endured a lot

even before Louis' accident.

Forgive me for feeling some compassion.

Oh, well, if it's compassion,

then my mistake.

You're being annoying.

For god's sake, answer that damn thing.

Hey.

Hi.

I think he's been here.

No, I think he's been to the house.

What's going on? Is he still here?

Come in.

It was in the mailbox.

At first I thought it might be Louis,

but then I realized that was impossible.

Do you think it was Peter?

Nobody else would know those things.

It has to be him.

What did the police say?

Natalie?

You were my first call.

"Dear mom...

Dr. Pascal would like to sex you.

You should stay away from men in general.

Example, Dr. Pascal.

I'm warning you, Mom,

the danger will come,

and bad things will happen.

I love you, Louis. X-O-X-O-X."

It's very strange. You see this?

The pivots, and the curvature

and the weak indentations.

The author penned this letter

with their non-dominant hand.

Perhaps it was a feeble attempt

to conceal authorship.

Thank you.

Mr. Navarra will compare the letter

to the writing samples

we're collecting from your husband's home.

You'll be the first to know

when we have something.

You have somewhere to stay,

somewhere safe?

We have a room at the hospital she can use

until there's a better option.

- I don't want to impose.

- No, it's no problem at all.

It's not safe for you

to be at home right now.

He may try to contact you, so if he calls

or someone calls and hangs up,

or doesn't leave their number,

you let me know.

- Okay.

- Okay, thank you.

Doc, I'd like to

talk you alone for a moment.

One second.

Are you f***ing her?

What?

No. Why?

Good. Keep it that way.

At least until Peter Drax shows up.

It's for your own safety.

Sir, would you come with me, please?

We use this room for overnight visitors

and, um, overworked doctors.

As you can see, it's nothing fancy,

but you will be safe here.

It's perfect.

Now I can always be close to Louis.

I should get home.

It's late.

And you're married?

We didn't talk about that.

I don't know how

to thank you for everything.

You don't have to. I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, Doctor.

Twenty years private practice was plenty.

One more hour in that chair,

my head was going to explode.

Well, you know, I appreciate you seeing me

on such short notice.

Oh, no, not at all. You know, Louis,

he's a wonderful little man.

I was very sad to hear what happened.

Come on in.

There have been a series

of unusual occurrences

following Louis' admission.

- No, thank you.

- Sit down.

I don't know how much I can help.

There were cops here

the other day asking questions.

I told them the same thing.

I only worked with him for two,

three months.

Do you have any theories

on Louis' history of...

- Tragedy?

- Sure.

You know, for a long time,

I thought that he was causing

the accidents himself,

you know, looking for attention,

but the pieces... didn't always fit.

You know?

After his mother terminated the treatment,

Louis sent me a personal letter.

In the spirit of collegial inquiry,

I'd be happy to...

give you a peek if you...

thought it would help.

It was filled with hamster droppings.

Very Louis Drax.

"You are a big fat liar, Dr. Perez.

You said nothing would leave the room,

and that wasn't true, so you suck.

I hope you catch a gross disease.

Best regards, Louis Drax."

Mind taking a look at this?

Natalie found it in her mailbox yesterday.

"Dr. Pascal would like to sex you."

Mm, definitely his voice.

No doubt about it.

- You're sure?

- Oh, yeah.

He had a very particular way of speaking.

He's in a coma.

So it can't be him.

Well, somebody that knows

him very well, though.

Like you.

Or perhaps Mrs. Drax...

Oh! Natalie, as you call her.

- Or Louis' father.

- Someone like that, yeah.

Could be.

What can you tell me about him?

Nothing you don't already know.

Fighter, liked to drink.

They had their problems,

and Louis had all these

theories about their marriage.

He was very smart that way.

Children, they always know

so much more than we think.

What you think Dad got me for my birthday?

I hope he got me another Rasputin.

I don't know. How would I know?

It's him! He's here.

There's my boy. Oh!

Put me down, you big bully.

It's good to see you.

You want your present?

Bet you can't guess what it is.

It's a dynasty.

Who's ready for a picnic?

How about four, six, and nine?

Four and six is ten...

So Louis' two-week break is coming up.

I think he should spend the first week

down in San Diego with me,

is that all right?

All right, this one's gonna be hard.

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