The Making of 'The Number 23' Page #5

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Sh*t!

Hard to get rid of...

- what?

- I was insane.

What was driving you insane?

Hard...

to get rid of...

The institute.

Go there.

You'll see.

Oh my god.

- Agatha.

- Walter, he didn't make it.

I'm so sorry.

Well, did he say anything?

No, I'm sorry.

Did you find out who he was?

No.

I'll be home in a little while.

Oh, sh*t!

You gotta be kidding me.

Robin!

Every 23rd word on every 23rd page:

"Visit casanova spark, dig

beneath the steps to heaven."

- Who's casanova spark?

- It's not a person.

"I warn you, hell is

waiting, sparrow man."

We need to go.

23!

What was driving you insane?

Wanna take bets that there's 23 of them?

are you sure you wanna do this?

What if mom was right?

Wh-Wh-What if-- What if

the man wasn't the author?

What-- What if he was just

the guy's father or something?

Sounds like a lot of what ifs.

Wouldn't that mean that the

real killer's still out there?

Did you hear something?

You're starting to sound like me, kiddo.

Gimme the light. Gimme the light.

Oh, my--

Okay, we gotta go. Go!

Give me the light.

Let's get out of here.

- There's one right there.

- Where?

You stay here!

911. What's your emergency?

You need to send someone

To casanova's park.

Is this your idea of a joke?

It's empty.

What?

It was right there.

We're not crazy. We circled

every 23rd word on every 23rd page

- And it told us to come down here.

- Yeah.

And I sound completely crazy, don't I?

Just get some

sleep, okay? We're done here.

Mom.

Oh, honey.

- Let's go home, okay?

- Yeah.

Skeletons can't just

get up and walk away.

You were right. That

man wasn't the killer.

The real killer is still out there

And he knows dad's onto him.

The book, it's got

all these-- These--

These secret messages every 23rd page.

- He's right, every 23rd page in the book.

- Stop it!

- Yes.

- Both of you, stop it! Now listen to me.

There's no magical meaning.

Only people can give it that.

And I don't care how many

lunatics are fantasizing about 23.

They're wrong! There's no curse.

There's no killer

running around out there.

- Jesus.

It's him.

That's Ned.

Nasty evil dead dog.

- Dad!

- Walter!

You.

It was you.

You moved the skeleton.

Please don't do this, Walter.

Then how did you know, unless...

your maiden name is pink.

Do you know what pink is?

Red and white, 92 divided by 4.

Someday I'm gonna write a book

and I'll do it to somebody else.

- Walter.

- Oh, god.

Whoever wrote it knows you very well,

And only they can give you your answers.

You wrote it.

Isaac knew all along, didn't he?

Walter, just let it be, please.

You're topsy kretts.

He may not even be a man.

- Don't make me do this.

- Why, ag?

Why'd you do this?

- Who have I been living with?

- Walter.

What's this for, ag?

What were you gonna do with this?

I--

I took it to protect us

From whoever we were gonna

meet at the mailbox facility.

Intending to kill that poor old

man who you got to publish your book

And protect your little secret?

- I'll take care of it.

- He was alive before you sent us away.

- Robin will hear you.

- Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we?

Wouldn't want our son to know the

horrible truth about his mother.

Mom, dad, what's going on?

She's topsy kretts. She wrote the book.

No, it's not true. Now your

father's gonna put down the knife.

- Aren't you, Walter?

- Tell him the truth.

- Walter.

- Tell him how you took the skeleton.

Yes, Isaac and I took the skeleton.

- You did?

- And I'd do it again.

But I did not write the book.

Don't lie. 13 years, ag.

- No more.

- Don't do this to us, Walter.

- Mom, who wrote the book?

- Tell him who wrote it.

Tell him.

You wrote the book, Walter.

I found this with the old man's things.

You put my name on this.

No.

No no no no no.

You're lying.

She's lying. I didn't--

I didn't write that.

Then who did?

You.

It was both of you all

the way along, wasn't it?

- No.

- What is this?

What are you doing?

Dad.

Dad, what's happening?

Walter, we can get you help.

The woman in red.

And this is

supposed to make me feel better how?

Oh my god. Sh*t!

Walter.

No! Get out of here!

Get your car. Come on.

- Let's go.

- Come on, honey.

"Chapter 23:

You can call me fingerling,

But my real name is Walter.

Walter paul sparrow.

What you have read so far

is not the whole truth.

Much has been changed

to protect the innocent

And the guilty.

I once read that the only

philosophical question that matters

Is whether or not to commit suicide.

I guess that makes me a philosopher.

You could say it was my inheritance.

After my mother's death

My father couldn't cope.

He didn't leave a note.

Just a number.

That number followed me from

foster home to foster home,

Till college when I met her.

Laura tollins.

Do it tight.

Pretend that you have a knife.

I got a knife.

Cut my shirt.

- I'll cut you some more.

- Are you?

Yeah, I'll cut you.

Cut me. Cut me.

"I loved her."

One little-Known...

"And I

thought she loved me."

...esoteric procession of the number 23.

Does a thing itself

have a mystical power?

- Does that equate? - Yes,

that-- That's-- That's the...

"Until my father's

number returned to haunt me."

Are you insane?

"That f***ing number."

"When I circled every

it became clear."

"The number had gone after me.

- And now it wanted her."

Laura, this room--

You gotta get out.

- It's coming for you. I can't stop it.

- What?

- What?

- The number.

- No no no no no.

- Leave me alone.

You think you have the guts to use it?

Go ahead.

Kill me.

I love you.

I never loved you, ever.

How could I?

How could anyone?

You're pathetic.

Just like your father.

- Get out!

Laura.

Laura!

Laura! Laura!

Laura!

Laura! Laura!

Laura! Laura!

Laura! Laura!

Laura!

"I was right.

She was in danger.

I just didn't realize

the danger was me."

It's gonna be all right.

I just didn't realize

the danger was me."

Hey, laura.

Laura?

"What

began as a suicide note

Turned into something more..."

Shh--

Get the--

"...Much, much more."

That's a good one.

I can see it. It's everywhere.

It's everywhere. It's everywhere.

No more fun and games.

Laura.

Sh*t! This f***ing...

it's not true.

It's not true.

He does not--

Does not--

I love you...

more than any of...

period, exclamation.

Remember this?

"They

thought it was the fall..."

He doesn't remember anything. It's not

uncommon in cases of such severe head injury.

He could recover his

memory tomorrow or never.

Well, of course you have

to factor in the history

Of mental instability

of the patient's family.

His own father attempted suicide.

He just managed to be a

little more successful at it.

"...Because the trauma

of laura appeared to be fiction."

- And all that scribbling?

- Severe graphomania.

The rantings of a delirious mind.

Some sort of a survivor's guilt mixed up

With a numerology obsession.

You have your hands full, doctor.

Mmm. I'll do what I can.

Say, uh, may I have this book?

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