The Adventures of Beatle Page #6

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that things happened differently

then the way you presented them here.

That there might be another explanation

for why things are the way they are.

[BEATLE GASPS]

[MOANING IN PAIN]

- Shh, shh.

- [MOANS LOUDER]

Shh, it's okay.

It was a nightmare. It's okay. It's okay.

Drink some of this.

[SPEAKS INDISTINCT]

Who's Ronda?

I have no idea.

What? I never heard of her.

You know what, if you're not

gonna be honest with me.

- What?

- Something reeks.

[SNIFFING]

I don't smell anything.

Are you kidding me?

[SNIFFING] No.

Okay, so I'll break out some Lysol.

Beatle, what are you doing?

You have to get whatever's down there,

out of there. This is not pretty.

There is nothing down there!

I'm sorry.

Alright, look,

it's where I keep my money stashed.

Money doesn't smell like that.

Well, that's all it is, babe,

I don't know what too tell you.

Why do I feel like

I'm getting tricked around here?

I don't know, you're not.

Jesus, paranoid much?

What's going on Beatle? Huh?

Who's Ronda?

What are you not telling me?

And what for the love of all

things holy is under the bed?

Fine.

No, get away from there. Get away!

Get off of me. [GRUNTS]

Sh*t! Get the f*** off of me, Beatle!

What's under the bed, huh?

What are you hiding? Huh?

- Business, Athena.

- Huh?

Get the... f*** off of me!

Oh...

You thought...

My shrink gave me that sh*t.

He thinks I have a problem,

but I don't. So can we drop this now?

Why would he think you have

a problem that you don't have?

I don't know! He also doesn't

think I'm an assassin.

But as you and I both know,

that's not true either.

I actually don't have any proof

that you're an assassin.

Um, you hired me too kill you, remember?

And I am still very much alive, aren't I?

Fine, screw you, you want to believe?

I don't need this sh*t from you,

if you want to believe some a**hole

you've never even met before, over me,

then there's nothing

I can do about it, is there?

And maybe you can go hide out from your

little wannabe Tony Soprano f*** wad

at Dr. Vanderark's house.

Because I sure as f***

don't want you here.

You know what, Beatle? I'm just trying

to figure out who the f*** you are.

Well, go figure it out, somewhere else.

Do you know what the books say?

Do you know what these books say, Beatle?

These book say that you might be

acting out a fantasy life,

that you might not

even know you're doing it.

Please! What are you saying, sweetheart?

Are you calling me a liar, huh?

Or maybe I'm just an idiot who's too retarded

to tell the difference between real life

and a f***ing fantasy.

Or maybe, maybe, maybe you're just

plain calling me crazy? Is that it?

Do you think I'm f***ing crazy?

Huh? Because that's a laugh

coming from you,

little miss, "I like to pretend

I'm a vampire and suck AIDS blood"

out of my girlfriends neck."

Yeah, that's f***ing funny.

Yeah, I'm the f***ing crazy one, here!

What's under your f***ing bed, Beatle?

Money.

Show me. Show me, Beatle.

This isn't f***ing money, Beatle.

This is f***ing trash!

This is garbage, you see this?

Do you see that? Come look! Show me!

- [SCREAMING]

- Show me!

This is f***ing garbage, Beatle. Look!

Look in there! Look! Huh? F***ing trash!

Trash!

[SOBBING]

Look at me.

You're not really an assassin, are you?

Say it. I want to hear you say it.

I want to hear you say,

"I'm not really an assassin."

Beatle.

I don't even know your name.

[SNIFFLES] Wait.

What?

Did you know last night,

last night I was actually

considering staying here with you.

For a minute, I...

I actually thought,

you know, what, this could be...

This could be enough to change everything.

I could deal with a situation, I could.

But, obviously, you can't.

I'm not gonna sit around

and watch you live a lie,

it's just something I don't have

the time or energy to do,

for someone that won't even

tell me her name. I'm sorry.

You're not an assassin?

No.

Who are you?

Who do you think I am?

[CRYING]

This is you?

Shh...

Who is this girl, Randy?

It's Detective Hult.

Who is this girl, Randy?

Detective Hult! Detective Hult!

Detective Hult! Detective Hult!

Do you recognize the girl?

I've just taken down

one of the biggest criminal masterminds

in modern history, and I demand

a little respect from you now. Okay?

I got him with all the evidence

I had and I'm going to get you

with the same evidence right here,

it's here, right in front of me.

Where's the tape?

- Where did you put the tape?

- There is no tape, Randy.

What do you mean there's no tape?

Where's the tape, it was right here.

There never was a tape, Randy.

There was a tape in there,

you stole it and that's another of fence.

There was never a tape.

Hello, Randy.

What are you... What are you doing here?

You can't be in here.

What's going on?

What are you doing in here?

- You can't be in here.

- I'm here to help.

No, wait a minute who let you in?

You can't be in here.

I'm here to help, let's just talk.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa...

- Just come, sit down.

- You can't be in here!

- It's okay, I just want to help.

You can't even be in here.

You're gonna have to leave.

You two can't be

in the same room together.

Just gonna talk.

- You gotta leave.

- No, no. I'll just be a minute.

It's okay.

Randy, why don't you just come over here

and have a conversation with us, okay?

I don't know what's going on here,

I don't know why they let you in here.

- Randy, we're your doctors.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

We're your doctors,

and we're here to help you.

What the f*** are you talking about?

I'm a cop.

I'm a cop and I keep people safe.

That's what I do.

I protect people, okay?

And I make sure no body dies.

Like Kyle Sullivan.

The drunk driver that killed your family.

- What are you talking about?

- That you murdered.

- I'm not a murderer.

- Because he killed your wife.

Carla.

And your daughter.

Remember that?

I'm a detective. I don't kill people.

It's true.

This is your wife, Carla.

She and your daughter were killed

when Kyle Sullivan crashed into

your car while driving drunk.

This is insane.

I don't know who this is in this

picture, but it's not me, Randy.

I'm your doctor. I'm Dr. Richards.

We are both your doctors.

You're Beatle.

No. Beatle is a part

of yourself that's a murderer.

You're Athena Glendon.

No. I'm not Athena Glendon.

I'm Dr. Sharlett Lyn, I'm your doctor.

And that picture is...

it's from my ID card.

You see that?

Athena, is the part of yourself

that wants to die.

This is you, Randy.

And this is your wife, Carla.

And this... is your daughter.

Ronda.

I don't understand anything.

It's okay.

I'm a cop.

No, Randy you're not a cop,

you're an engineer.

And this is your family.

- They're my family?

- Yeah.

- It's okay, Randy.

- Why do I not remember this?

We're here to help.

You just have to trust us.

[CRYING]

You guys are good.

Really good.

But I know the truth.

I'm not gonna stop

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