The Kiss Page #4

-...and you're with some guy?

-I was sick. She did it to me.

Jesus, Amy, I'm telling you, this

business has got to stop. All right?

-I've gotta go out of town tonight--

-So go.

Hi.

Sh*t.

-Hello?

-Amy.

-Terry?

-You were right.

Your aunt's a f***ing freak show,

man.

Like something out of Fright Night.

I know I lied, but I just wanted

to tell her to leave you alone.

I can't tell the cops, all right?

But I saw her back...

...and it's, like, covered

with this gross-- I don't know what.

Now, listen, l--

Sh*t, my stud's gone.

-All right, listen. We gotta talk.

-Look, I can't talk right now.

-Meet you at the park?

-Yeah.

Yeah. Bye.

Amy.

Amy, this is not the way for us to be.

I'm sorry.

I have to go back to work now...

...but I think we can use

a little time together.

So how about, when I come back

tomorrow, we plan a trip?

Terry saw her.

-Terry what?

-He was in her room.

Oh, Jesus! You had some kid go

into Felice's hotel room?

No, he said she was praying

to a statue...

...and something's wrong

with her back.

What are you talking about?

She's just got a birthmark. It's nothing.

Oh, God.

-Look, honey, I'm sorry.

-God, what's happening?

-Amy, just listen.

-You f***ed her!

Get out!

-Amy--

-Get out!

F*** it! Just stay at Brenda's tonight,

so I know where the hell you are.

Oh, sh*t.

What the f***? Okay, okay.

All right.

Jesus, God!

Jack.

Amy finally threw you out, huh?

Yeah, almost.

-You got a minute?

-Sure.

I've gotta go on a business trip

tonight, and I'm worried about Amy.

Why?

All of a sudden, she's changed

her personality...

...and blames it on Felice.

She's a great kid, Jack, but you've

both been under a lot of stress lately.

What about that thing with her period?

Couldn't this be something physical?

Maybe she did catch something.

Felice has been all over the world.

I don't think you can catch anything

Felice has without intimate contact.

Sorry.

None of my business.

Felice has this strange brown

patch of skin on her back.

She says it's a birthmark, but it

doesn't look like anything I've seen.

Skin discoloration could mean

a white cell imbalance.

It could be anything. If I thought Amy

was physically sick, I'd be the first--

I know, I know. We both could use

some counseling, right?

Yeah.

It couldn't hurt.

You go get ready for your trip.

I'll take care of Amy till you get back.

I'll call her.

We'll do our toenails or something.

Thanks. I'll see you.

Bye.

Hey, Moe.

Come here, boy. Come on.

Yo, T.C., how's the vampire's lair

tonight?

Listen, I got a rather wild favor

to ask you.

You gonna be around for a while?

Terry, where are you?

Terry?

Amy?

What are you doing out so late?

Just wanna sit here.

You wanna talk?

She's following me.

-Who is, Amy?

-My Aunt Felice.

Felice?

You mean your mother's sister?

How do you know about her?

Oh, well....

My mother told you about her,

didn't she?

What did she tell you?

Felice was part of...

...a very painful time

in your mother's life.

Hilary thought her sister

was quite ill.

Schizophrenic.

Bullshit. You're lying to me.

Amy, your mother grew up in Africa,

all right?

It was a whole different world.

She said it was as if one day

she didn't have a sister anymore.

To her, Felice had become

some kind of a witch.

-She is a witch.

-Amy, that's stupid.

She trusted you. She wanted

the church to protect her.

You never believed her!

Amy, say good night.

It's late.

-You should be home.

-No. Please.

I think I better call Jack.

I appreciate your concern, Father.

Jack's working tonight.

He wants Amy to be with me.

Hey, hey, hey!

This has nothing to do with you.

-I believe you should leave.

-You believe?

If you believed, Father,

I could never come in here.

Run! Amy, run!

Go!

Open.

Amy?

You killed my mother!

It's too late for this.

-This is the strangest thing yet.

-Oh, come on.

All right, I'll try. All right.

-Night desk.

-ls Jack Halloran there?

Just a second.

Yeah, he's in his office.

-Put me through. It's urgent.

-Yes, sir.

He forgot to switch to his night line.

Tell him Father McNally's coming.

Don't let him leave before I get there.

Yeah.

I think there's enough blood here

for a slide.

Where's that coffee, Brenda?

Is this a lab experiment, T.C.,

or a coffee pot?

Damn.

Is Mr. Halloran still in?

Yes, Father, but you gotta sign in.

-What?

-Sign in.

-Your bags, sir.

-How are we doing, Halloran?

-I think we got a shot.

-Good man. Let's get going.

Come on, T.C., how's it going?

Okay, okay. Soon.

Hey, T.C., cops just brought in

a road pizza.

They want a drug-alcohol

blood run-up.

Hey, Bren, log it in for me,

will you, hon?

Yes, dear.

Abe, who was this?

Some kid.

Threw himself in front of a truck.

You knew him?

Yeah. Excuse me for a sec, guys.

-It's always the same.

-Wendy, I need the phone.

You think I don't have feelings too?

What the f*** is this, Brenda?

Some kind of sick gag?

What do you mean?

-Thank you.

-Charleston, right?

Have a nice flight.

-Two.

-Yes, sir.

Traveling together.

Thank you.

Yes, I am sure he's on that flight.

I understand,

but it's against company rules.

F*** your rules!

This is a goddamn

medical emergency.

I'll check with my supervisor.

Hold on.

It's right at the main desk, sir.

-Hello?

-Oh, Jack. Thank God.

Brenda?

Is something wrong with Amy?

Jack, Felice....

I had a sample

of her blood analyzed.

Our lab says that they've only seen

blood like hers...

...when they've exhumed a corpse.

-Brenda, is this some kind of joke?

-Jack...

...Felice Dunbar should be dead.

Amy's friend Terry...

...he killed himself tonight.

Come and get me.

Excuse me, sir.

We're holding the plane for you.

Hello?

Who's this?

Hello?

Hello?

Jack!

-I think we should call the police.

-What the hell do we tell them?

That someone is trying

to possess my daughter?

Watch out!

-I'm going in there on my own.

-Wait!

-lf you're not out in five minutes, I'll--

-What?

-I'll panic.

-Yeah.

-What are you doing to my daughter?

-She's very sick.

She called me. She was scared.

You're lying.

If I leave, she'll die.

You're insane. What do you mean?

I've sheltered her family for years.

She's my bloodline.

They owe her to me.

We don't owe you

a damn thing, Felice.

Don't you see, Jack?

I'm not angry with you.

But I must survive.

I don't have much time.

Answer it.

Hello?

Jack? Oh, thank God you're there.

Is she there?

-Is Felice there?

-Katie.

Jack, it's Brenda. What's going on?

Jack, can you get her

away from Amy?

Amy's a little under the weather.

She went to bed early.

Oh, God. Okay, look.

Keep Felice away from Amy...

...any way you can.

Get Felice away from Amy,

you understand?

Jack?

Jack!

Jack!

Oh, sh*t!

No.

Oh, sh*t.

Amy. Amy. Amy, it's Brenda.

It's Brenda.

Come on, we've gotta go.

Come on. Come on.

Come on over. Put your feet up.

No.

Amy?

Brenda, I'm gonna be sick.

Quiet. Amy.

Come on.

Where is she?

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