The Astronaut's Wife Page #5
One is your husband's
and the other Captain Streck.
I'm gonna rotate the panel
forty-eight degrees...
This line is your
husband's voice.
This line is Captain Streck's.
Spencer, what is that?
What the f***...
Jesus Christ!
What the hell is that?
Two voices, but three lines.
There's something else
on the tape.
Something beyond our range
of hearing...
but I translated it.
I had to hear it...
and this...
is what it sounds like.
NASA said that it's static...
It's not static.
...caused by the explosion
of the satellite...
static build up in their suits,
but it's not static.
I tracked it.
It is not static.
Not static.
It's not from their suits,
the satellite, or shuttle.
It's not from Earth, either.
Two minutes-that's all
there is. That's all it took.
If you wanted to come here
from very very far away...
maybe you wouldn't
have to travel in a ship.
Maybe you could travel
in a transmission...
at the speed of light,
like a thought.
Just wait...
for two of us to be up there.
Two of us...
in orbit, near a target.
Something to aim at,
like the satellite.
Two of us beyond suspicion.
Heroes, all-Americans.
Wait for them...
then erase them like a tape
and record your own message.
He's not your husband anymore.
He's not.
What?
The computer that runs
this airplane...
it's not there.
It hasn't been designed yet...
but it's supposed to go...
right here in the cockpit...
right where the pilots
are supposed to be.
Two computers that work
off each other...
that feed off each other.
Twins.
Twin computers.
Twins, Mrs. Armacost.
What do you think
you have inside of you?
What do you think he put there?
What are they going to be?
They going to be pilots, honey.
Just like their father.
What's the matter?
Did I scare you?
I didn't hear you come in.
Listen, I came home,'cause...
I felt bad for you.
That fight with Nan, you know.
Why don't tell me
what it was about?
Just sister stuff.
Have you heard from her?
Well...
I'm sure she'll call you.
You're trembling.
I am?
I'm a little cold.
You know what I did?
I brought something home
I believe's gonna cheer you up.
What do you think?
Pop it in.
Were you watching something?
It's a-
it's a pregnancy video.
Well, maybe we should
watch it together.
Let's watch the movie.
You sure?
All right.
Why are you building that plane?
What's that?
Why do you have to
build that plane?
It's a contract, Jill.
And besides...
I didn't add half as much
as Jackson said I did.
They got some real sharp
engineers over there.
Come here.
Mmm, back here.
Come on.
I know what you're thinking.
Don't you worry.
Everything's gonna be just fine.
Yeah, these pesky
goddamn satellites.
I'm gonna rotate the panel
forty-eight degrees.
You got me, Alex?
Spencer, what is that?
Did you feel that?
Spencer, what is that?
What the f***...
Jesus Christ!
What the hell is that?
Must have dozed off.
Were you dreaming?
No. Just sleeping.
You weren't dreaming?
I wasn't dreaming.
Were you?
My caterer gets them
from the French Caribbean.
The French are so much more
advanced in this way.
Now, listen, with these...
all sales are final.
Are you sure this is the way
you want to go?
Now, when you get home...
you take both pills
and then go to bed.
It's gonna be quite a bit
of vile cramping...
but as soon as you
start spotting...
it goes real fast.
And Spencer won't know?
If he's anything
like the rest...
he'll think
you had a miscarriage...
and he'll go out
and buy you a bracelet.
Now, don't beat yourself up
about this, sweetheart.
I mean, it's not as if
any of this means anything.
There's a little bit of pain...
and then it's over.
Oh, God.
I can't.
Oh, God.
I can't do it.
It's gonna be really bad.
I'm so sorry.
You'll understand.
I have to.
Wait.
Just...
a little pain.
Just...
And then it's over.
They're just babies.
I can't do it.
Oh, God.
I can't do it.
Oh, help me!
No. Don't do that.
Oh, God, stop it.
He's gonna...
They're just-they're...
Oh, God, no.
What were you gonna do to'em?
No, you heard them.
Oh, God.
What were you gonna do?
Nothing.
Jill... please.
Let's just calm down
and talk about this, OK?
Come on, now, honey.
Where you gonna go, Jill?
Don't talk.
Don't say a word, honey.
You're fine.
You're fine now.
They're still inside you, Jill.
They're right where
they need to be...
and we're not ever gonna mention
what you tried to do...
what you tried to do
with them pills, OK?
Doesn't exist.
Never happened, Jillian.
I don't want to hear
a peep out of you.
You hear me?
I love you so much.
I don't know what I'd do...
if anything ever happened
to you or the babies.
Now, you just keep quiet,
and you rest.
I'm here with you.
I'm always gonna be here,
Jill, always.
You sleep.
Good girl.
I don't want to fight
with you, Jilly.
There's something wrong, Nan.
There's not.
Doctor says
you can go home any day.
No. Something's wrong...
with Spencer...
and the twins.
Hey, it's just this place.
No.
He did something to me, Nan...
and I didn't tell you.
Jillian, it's just
being in the hospital...
that makes you feel this way.
I know that you hate it here...
but we're gonna
take you home soon...
and we're all gonna
take care of you.
You?
Yeah, of course me.
Me, Spencer, all of us.
Oh, God.
I'm so scared.
Something horrible
is happening...
to me...
and the babies.
I don't know what's happening.
Tell me, Jillian, what is it?
He...
He's hiding inside me.
Hiding...
inside me.
I think she's awake,
Mr. Armacost.
Tell me something, Jill.
If the doctors...
had any idea
what you were thinking...
you know, them awful...
dark thoughts...
what do you think they'd do?
They'd lock me up.
Lock you up?
They'd chain you
to the wall, Jillian.
Yeah, put you back
in that hospital.
You want that to happen?
I know you don't want that.
Well... we ain't gonna
let them, are we?
'Cause we're gonna be strong.
We're gonna be strong.
Together.
We're gonna be strong
for our family.
We're connected now.
you feel me inside there
where it's safe, don't you?
See?
I live here.
We're one.
Why do you have
Sherman Reese's bag?
What did you do to my sister?
Who are you?
What the hell are you doing?
Let go of me!
Jillian! Help!
Washington Square Park.
What?
- Go. Go!
- But it is red, missis.
I don't care!
Just go!
But, missis, I cannot.
Will you go?
You don't understand!
- Please.
- cannot.
Captain Alex Streck died
last night at eightfifty-five.
Cause of death
has been determined...
to have been a massive stroke...
what the surgeons are calling
a severe insult to the brain.
He's not your husband anymore.
Welcome back, Mrs. A.
Good morning, Mr. A.
Jesus f***ing Christ, Jill.
Stay away from me.
Why are you doing this to me?
I said stay...
away from me.
Who are you?
Who am I?
I'm the only person in the world
who ever gave a f*** about you.
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