The Follower Page #5

I saw it on YouTube.

Hello?

A little office over there.

You wanna check it out?

What exactly am I looking for?

Well...

You find anything?

I don't know,

some vacation photos.

Not...

Not even vacation photos.

So when can I hear something?

How about

give me till after lunch?

Okay.

I'm glad I didn't have to kill

you last night, you know.

I've invested so much

into this relationship.

It really wouldn't be fair

to end it that way.

Oh, hang on.

Here, I need you

to sign this.

What is this?

Well, I thought

since we're working together

it'd only be fair

if I'm your manager.

So it's a representation

contract.

Okay.

Aren't you gonna read it

first?

Oh, no, I trust you.

Oh, just one more.

What's this one?

Oh, this one's for your baby.

We're gonna give it up

for adoption.

What? Why?

Well, because you're right.

I'm not a baby killer.

In four months, I won't...

We won't be here.

You have a great plan.

We-we should stick to the plan.

Yeah, tomorrow,

you'll have my song.

And we'll...

No, imagine people's reactions

when we reappear

and we tell the whole world

how we managed to survive

and escape from a lunatic

who held us in captivity

for a whole year?

A year?

Evelyn, now the plan works

whether it's five days

or a year.

A year is perfect.

It will give us time

to wait out your pregnancy here.

And then we can work

on the record

and we can get you

back into shape.

And the new album

will be called "kidnapped."

It'll be inspired by our time

in captivity. What do you think?

I understand the idea,

completely.

I think it'll work.

Whether we're here or not.

No, that's wishful thinking.

Children are a lot of work.

That's why you almost quit

a few days ago.

You know that.

I'm not gonna do it.

Come on, Chelsea.

Why are you doing this?

What do you want?

You wanna, you wanna

wake up every two hours

and-and breast feed a baby,

burp it, change poopie diapers?

No one wants to see

a fat, tired woman

with sagging tits singing.

You have everything, okay?

You're rich. You're free.

People love you,

this is who you are.

Why do you wanna give that up?

I won't do it.

Sign it.

Okay.

Now the song.

-Sing it.

-I can't.

Sing it!

Evelyn,

i can't, I can't do it.

-I have to, uh---shut up.

You think I don't know

what's going on here?

You think that I'm just

some stupid little fangirl

that you can just laugh at?

Well, let me tell you something

you have no idea

what I'm capable of.

No, I, listen, what are you,

what are you gonna do, kill me?

And then you'll never hear

the song that I'm writing.

And it's one of the best

I've ever written.

No, I don't believe you.

You're a liar.

-Keep going.

-I can't.

I'll rip that song right out

of your throat. Keep going.

-I need my guitar.

-What are you talking about?

I always compose with my guitar.

That's what I'm trying

to tell you that's...

I can't do it

without my guitar.

There is no guitar

so it's just too bad.

You can't make a doll

without the proper materials.

You can't do it, can you?

We are analytical people

and, and the details matter.

I can't take you with me.

That's okay, I'll tell you

exactly what I need

and you just bring it to me.

Okay, yeah.

And I'll see what I can find.

But you'd better

write a damn good song

or I'll carve that foetus

right out of your stomach.

So you're saying that you saw

a car come out of the woods

the night it crashed but you

don't know where they went?

Was there a license?

One second, please.

I'll be right back.

What's going on?

I owe you an apology.

I'm a hothead.

And I know I haven't been

of much help.

I'm not prepared

for any of this.

I'm just desperate.

Last night was really,

really rough.

And, uh, I found myself

looking through pictures

that I have taken of Chelsea

over the years.

And I came across this one

and there was this woman

lurking in the background

who looked a lot like

the flight attendant.

And I started

thinking to myself.

What if she was the one

who took Chelsea? Right?

Evelyn king,

the flight attendant?

Except she's not Evelyn king.

Look, Dillon,

i think you've been

under a lot of stress lately.

I strongly suggest you go back

to your hotel

and get some rest.

Yeah, but you gotta

listen to me.

What if this woman is not

a flight attendant?

What if this woman...

Is a stalker

who planned all of this

in order to kidnap Chelsea?

Look, Dillon, I have dedicated

every single resource I have

to finding Chelsea.

But you cannot go breaking

into houses on a hunch.

Now, if that woman decides

to press charges

both you and your friend

are going to jail.

You don't understand.

That woman is Evelyn king.

This woman is some crazy stalker

who stole her identity.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're making a huge leap here.

There could be a dozen

Evelyn kings out there.

Who are flight attendants,

that live in Louisiana?

I'll look into it.

Sheriff.

I stole this from Evelyn king's

night stand in her apartment.

Please, run this

through your database.

If this woman comes up

as Evelyn king

we're gonna have our answer.

Because she...

Is clearly not her.

Please, please.

I'm gonna go get your guitar.

Do you need to use

the bathroom before I go?

I'm fine.

I'll see you soon.

I forgot my wallet!

-What are you doing?

-Uh.

My calf is Charley horsing

so I'm stretching.

-Do you need help?

-No, no, it's fine.

This will, this will do it.

Thank you.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

Okay. See you in a bit.

Ah.

-Can I borrow your pen?

-Yeah, sure.

-Congratulations, guys.

-Thank you so much.

Hey, blue.

Hello, Dillon. Any news?

Frank.

Try blueberry.

Okay.

Hold on.

It worked. I'm in.

Alright, uh, let me look around

and I'll call you back.

Yeah. Hi. Hello.

Uh, yeah, um, I,

i ordered some stuff

uh, from you

and it hasn't arrived yet.

And I, um,

i just wanted to call

and make sure that you,

you have the right address.

And the address?

Yes, that's the correct address.

Here's your guitar!

Dillon, it's frank.

I just texted you an address.

I think the kidnapper's

real name is Monica Gordo.

I'm on my way there now

to make sure it's her this time.

Call me back.

I tried to make this work,

i really did.

But it seems

that no matter what I do

you still won't understand.

Before mother and I ran away

I got into a fight

with a girl at school.

She threw a rock at me.

I don't even know why.

And when mother came

to pick me up...

Blood was pouring

out of my mouth.

So she took me home.

And she grabbed a pair

of pliers like this one.

And she pulled out

my tooth in the bathtub.

I screamed.

I begged her not to do it.

I-i told her

I'd be a good girl.

But she told me

that she had to do it

because it had a chip in it.

I didn't wanna

have to do this.

I know it's really

gonna hurt.

But trust me,

this is the only way.

We're gonna

have to remove your chip.

So just open your mouth.

It's gonna be okay.

There's no,

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