The Nines Page #6

Nobody got murdered.

This isn't Crim9 Lab.

Nobody got murdered.

My show did. Tell me why.

I had to get you away from her.

She was holding you back.

- You had to give her up.

- Melissa.

If she really mattered so much,

you couldn't have

betrayed her so easily.

Do you manipulate everybody

or am I special?

Are you the victim here?

The big creator can't stand up

to one little d-girl?

- It was your choice.

- Give me a break.

I didn't have a choice.

It was either Dahlia or no show.

That was the only thing...

oh, f*** you!

F*** you!

Your dialogue

used to be a lot sharper.

Maybe Gatins

could give it a polish.

Is that all there is?

You feel like a man?

Because I'll tell you

a little secret.

You're not.

Hey, look, my...

I don't wanna do this anymore.

My show is not gonna happen,

so this show's over, done, gone,

good-bye, thank you very much.

I'm not gonna be

your f***in' puppet!

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

Who you talkin' to?

Oh, God.

I can understand

why you're a little confused.

No, no.

I'm a lot confused.

Theories?

This is all a dream?

No.

I'm in a coma?

No.

Then I'm dead?

This is hell

or a purgatorium or something?

Okay, purgatorium

is where Romans vomited,

but no, this is as real

as anything can be.

What does that mean?

Everything is what it is,

but you're not who you think you are.

Okay. Then who am I?

You are...

a multi-dimensional being

of vast, almost infinite power.

You, this body you're in,

it's just one of your incarnations,

avatars, call you what you will.

Are you saying I'm God?

Technically, no.

If God is a ten,

a theoretical ultimate,

you're more of a nine.

What are you?

Humans are sevens.

Monkeys are sixes.

What are the eights?

Koalas.

They're telepathic,

plus they control the weather.

But the important thing is you.

You created this world on a whim

and decided to stick around

to see how it turned out.

You can destroy the world

with a single thought.

Don't, incidentally.

Just file that away.

But... the truth is,

you hold all the cards.

When people pray,

they don't want this thing

or that thing.

They don't want to be forgotten.

So... you understand?

I mean, I would've told you earlier,

but I didn't...

Yeah.

Okay?

I understand.

But I don't believe you.

Noelle, don't get too far ahead.

No! You had ice cream at lunch.

Evidently, frozen yogurt

doesn't count.

I'll make note.

That's blazing speed

right there!

Did you hit it?

Shouldn't have to.

Honey, I think we left

the overhead light on.

Battery's dead.

At least the starter is.

- How do we, uh...?

- We call the service.

There's not much else we can do.

Just the little battery, right?

The big one's probably fine.

I guess.

We can't jump it

from one battery to another?

You cross over somehow?

Who do you think

you married, MacGyver?

Come on. Hold on.

- Are you getting a signal?

- No.

You?

Yes. One bar.

Don't worry.

Daddy's calling people to help us.

Minute you place a call,

the bar goes away.

Keep trying.

I'll keep trying, Mary,

but it's gonna keep happening.

What do you wanna do?

I don't know.

Maybe if you hold it up higher.

Okay, look, the problem is

that we're boxed in.

It's a canyon.

Where we came off the main road,

it was more open and higher, too.

- That's at least a mile.

- I can run that.

So, what, we stay here?

You okay with that?

I don't think we have

much of a choice, so...

- Yeah. Go.

- Okay.

Daddy's gonna get

a truck to help us out.

Take care of Mommy, okay?

All right.

Be right back.

Excuse me.

Hi. Do you have a cell phone?

Oh, no, I don't.

There's no service up here.

Yeah, I'm finding that out.

You can usually get a signal

down at the ranger's station.

Yeah, you just follow

the road down.

It's probably... I don't know.

You got a car?

No, it's dead.

That's why I need a...

Are you headed

back to your car now?

If you could give me a ride

to a gas station, wherever?

Look, I'm not

some crazy Ted Bundy guy.

I'm not gonna rape

or kill you or anything.

Which is, of course,

what a Ted Bundy would say.

Look, I'm a videogame designer.

My wife is an editor,

my daughter's eight.

Look, I just... they're waiting

back at the car.

Just a little help before it gets dark.

I'll call somebody

when I get back to town.

I believe you, I do, it's just

you don't know where the car is,

and the guy might not come.

- We can't be up here all night, so...

- Sorry.

- Don't be sorry, just help me out.

- No.

I can't.

Why won't you trust me?

Okay, but you have to be careful.

Understand? You have

to use big girl hands.

You want to see

where we were today?

Okay, hit play. This button.

There's you and there's Daddy.

A little movie star.

He'll be back soon.

Don't you worry.

Are you following me?

Since I was sure

you weren't following me.

I'm sorry, it's just...

- You thought I was Ted Bundy.

- Kind of.

My name's Gabriel... Bundy.

Sierra.

It's weird

that there's no cars at all.

Yeah, I'll say.

Anyway, my car

is parked over there.

It's not that far,

and if you want, I could

give you a ride to town.

That'd be great.

Thank you.

- Make up some karma.

- Please, lead the way.

Just a sec.

Okay, confession.

I kind of recognized you.

Really.

I wasn't sure,

but I think I saw a picture of you

in my boyfriend's

videogame magazine.

Right? You're, like, the sh*t.

No, no.

You're like the Quentin Tarantino

of their world,

videogame god.

- Not really, no.

- Fine.

You seriously recognized me

off one photo?

I thought you were

kind of hot, considering.

Considering...?

Within the subset

of videogame people.

I wasn't masturbating

to your picture or anything.

I guess I'm flattered.

You should be.

I'm stingy with compliments.

Your boyfriend

plays videogames?

Ex-boyfriend.

And yes, way too many.

He used to play Evercrack

back in the day,

but your game was, like,

I don't know,

what's worse than crack?

Supercrack?

He was spending

collecting Thunderleaf

or whatever,

and I was his mule, hauling it around,

'cause he ran out of space.

You had an account?

Part of your world,

and you didn't know it.

I'm sorry.

You can make it up to me.

Sh*t.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

And I am so sorry.

I understand.

It's not your fault, right?

It couldn't be your fault.

You're morally incapable

of doing the right thing.

- I don't...

- Right?

So, you play a lot

of characters at once?

A couple.

Most people do.

But you're not most people.

You created the world.

You know all the secret codes.

- What, like god mode?

- Is that what you call it?

It's when you have all the powers

and you can't be killed.

It's actually boring to play, though.

A game isn't fun

unless there are rules.

And you make the rules.

Yeah, I do.

Thanks.

Do you think that I'm pretty?

What?

Do you think I'm hot...

on a purely physical level?

Sure.

That's a rave.

Well, I don't know

why you're asking.

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