The Slender Thread Page #6

305 toward

the airport, Nick.

Shoot Peters and

Ingert out there, too,

just in case.

And have fire standby to

dispatch an "A" truck.

(RINGS)

Fire department.

Sea-Tac Airport,

overdose of pills.

We'll be there

immediately.

(ALARM RINGING)

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:

All cars, standby.

All cars,

on the request to

locate Mrs. Inga Dyson,

Her call has been traced to

the Hyatt House Motel

on Pacific Highway.

Countdown, Inga.

You've got eight minutes

at the outside.

Okay.

You sound far away.

I can't hear you, Alan.

What did you say?

I said

I love you, Inga!

I love you,

too, Alan.

(RINGING)

Hello?

If there's such a thing as

memory where I'm going...

Oh, no!

Then I'm going to

remember you.

(LAUGHS) You're not

going anywhere.

You're going to

stay right here

with the rest of us

In this lovely,

lovely, lovely land

of the living.

She's in a motel,

200 rooms.

She's not calling

through the switchboard,

And she's

not registered.

Impossible.

Well...

Kick down the doors.

Tear the place apart.

Find her!

They'll try.

The manager's

waiting for them now,

but it takes time.

You take that wing.

MAN:
Hey, everybody's

under arrest!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, excuse me, mac.

Come on! Come on,

open it up.

ALAN:
I'm going to make

an educated guess.

You went to a motel,

didn't you?

INGA:
(EXHALES) Oh...

Too late.

How did you check in?

Did you register?

Inga?

What name did you use?

Name?

What name?

Yes?

Last one?

Right. Right.

Excuse me.

It's okay. It's okay.

What...

What the hell

is going on?

It's okay. It's okay.

(RINGS)

Hello?

Hang on.

They checked every

room with a single

registration, nothing.

Did you register in

someone else's name

as man and wife?

I don't remember.

Try Mr. and Mrs.

They say it could take

another half hour.

Are you on

a ground floor?

No.

Inga, just give me

the room number.

(INGA SIGHS)

Inga!

Give me

the room number.

The room number, please.

It's on the telephone.

Look on

the telephone.

Inga, please!

Ohh.

Inga.

Inga?

Help me,

Alan.

Please, Inga.

Please.

The room number.

Please, Inga.

Inga.

Mr. Dyson?

MARK:
Inga?

Inga, it's me.

Honey.

Please say something.

Honey,

It's me.

She doesn't answer.

She can't,

Mr. Dyson.

Alan.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

(DOOR CRASHING IN)

OFFICER:
Hello?

Are you still there?

Is anyone

on this line?

Hello? Answer me.

This is the police.

Hello?

Hello.

We've got her.

She's still

breathing.

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

MARK:
What happens?

Where will

they take her?

Officer, would you take

Mr. Dyson to county?

The officer will take

you to the hospital,

Mr. Dyson.

I'll call you

as soon as I can.

I'll let you know

how she's doing.

I'll make new.

(CHUCKLING)

Man, I feel good.

I'll go

down to county,

see if I can help.

You'll be

all right alone.

You want to meet her?

No.

So long. Good job.

Thank you.

MARION:
Two.

Four.

Six.

(ULULATES)

(LAUGHING)

Eight.

Ten.

And 12.

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