The Unbroken Page #7

That sure is creepy

and scary.

You might be

on to something.

Maybe Mr. Middlebrooks

did kill that little kid

with his flea market

belt buckle.

You are so difficult.

(SCOFFS) What other

evidence do you have,

besides your dreams

and the testimony

of some little ghost kid

that only talks to you?

I don't know.

But there...

...there has to be

something.

The dumpster.

What about the dumpster?

I saw him carrying a big bag

out there this morning.

So?

So, what if

there's a body in it?

Look, you can't just

jump to conclusions, okay?

I'm sure there's a logical

explanation for all of it.

I don't know, like a guy

taking out his trash?

Can we at least check?

Look, I know

I've set this standard

of doing crazy stuff for you,

but there is no way

I'm going in a dumpster.

(SCOFFS)

Gross.

How the hell do I get

myself in these situations?

Come on!

Don't give up.

Ugh.

No, no. It wasn't a white bag.

It was a black bag.

That's it.

That's it!

- Oh, it better be.

- That's definitely it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I just thought

of something.

What if you're right?

Because if you are, I'm about to

open a bag with a dead body in it.

Do you realize

that's gonna scar me for life?

You're right.

- Forget about it.

- Ah, you're killing me!

I'll make it up to you,

I promise.

Fine!

I can't believe

I'm doing this.

(THUD)

Seriously?

The head, Mr. Snyder?

Well, you shouldn't be digging

through the garbage, you turd!

He's right.

I am a turd.

Please don't

be a dead body.

Please don't

be a dead body!

(RUSTLING)

(TOMMY YELLS)

(SARAH SCREAMS)

- What is it?!

- Oh my God!

What is it?

What, what, what?

- It's terrible!

- What is it?!

This shirt!

(LAUGHING) Who would own

something like this?

(LAUGHTER)

That's it?

Oh my God, Sarah.

You're right.

Mr. Middlebrooks is guilty.

...of wearing polyester!

We should call the police

right now.

(LAUGHTER)

You're such a jerk.

- Oh, I'm a what?

- You heard me.

How am I a jerk?

'Cause you are!

I just dug through people's

nasty garbage for you.

Through people's gross,

disgusting filth,

Because a ghost, conveniently,

only you can see,

told you there was

something in there.

And now you're calling me

a jerk?

You know what?

I'm done.

So now

you don't believe me?

Well, thanks for nothing!

I have done nothing but help

you since you moved in here.

And what

do I get out of it?

You shoot me in the face

with pepper spray.

You kill my fish.

You use me as a taxi,

a bodyguard,

and a device to make

your ex-husband jealous.

All the while

you have told me this story

that has given me

nightmares for weeks.

Let's face it, Sarah.

My life has sucked

since you moved in.

(DERISIVE LAUGHTER)

So that's how it is, huh?

Well I thought you

were different.

If by "different"

you mean a nice guy

that's trying

to help out his friend

instead of

an abusive douchebag,

then yes.

I'm very different.

All you've been wanting to do is get

in my pants since I've been here.

Don't flatter yourself, Missy.

There is nothing in those pants

worth all this heartache.

Oh, well screw you!

I'll find somebody else

to help me.

You should go back to

your kooky psychic friend.

Well, maybe I will!

Good, and you can drink some

more of his crappy tea.

And spend another

hundred dollars

on his crappier

ghost crap.

I'm done!

I already said it was done.

- Fine!

- Fine!

Perfect.

Hey, Tommy.

Hey, Mr. Middlebrooks.

Your girlfriend around?

I don't have a girlfriend.

Cut the crap.

Is Sarah home or not?

No.

You smell awful.

It's a long story.

Oh yeah?

Does that story involve you

digging through the garbage?

Why would I be

going through the garbage?

I don't know.

Why would you?

You find

anything interesting?

Look, I know what this

looks like, all right?

I'm sorry.

I don't know what you and your

little chicky are up to...

...but it better end

right now.

I don't like people

going in to my business.

You understand, Tommy?

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

(SIGH)

(TENSE ARRANGEMENT #)

(BARELY AUDIBLE)

No way.

(PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Hey, you've reached

Sarah's voicemail.

Sorry I can't

get to the phone,

but please

leave a message

and I'll be sure

to call you back.

Thanks!

(BEEP)

(COUGHING)

Hey, Sarah.

Sarah, it's me, Tommy. Uh, sorry.

Choking on my soda.

Um, listen...

I just wanted to call

and say I'm sorry first,

uh, you know, between the

heat and the garbage,

I wasn't in the best

of moods, all right?

I'm just sorry

for losing my junk.

But, anyhow, you're not

gonna believe this.

I just had a run in with our

friend, Mr. Middlebrooks,

and then he went back

to the dumpster,

and pulled out a completely

different bag, so...

I hate to admit it,

but you could be right.

Um...

Yeah,

I'm kinda freaking out.

Hey, he just left his

apartment, all right, so...

I'm gonna go in and just see

if I can find something.

Wish me luck, all right?

Call me back.

Write much,

Mr. Middlebrooks?

(PHONE DIALING)

(PHONE BUZZING)

(PHONE BUZZING)

(BEEP)

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

We gotta make a stop first.

(BEEP)

(DOOR CLICKING)

(RELIEVED SIGH)

You're back again.

Yeah.

What is it this time?

Well, the ghost told me that he needed

my help, just like you had said.

And, what was it

that he wanted?

Well he said that...

...that I needed

to find his body,

and that I needed

to find his killer,

but that's all he says.

I mean...

...the rest have been

just mixed up messages,

and my dreams.

I have a book here on interpreting dreams.

It's on special...

No.

No, I don't need a book.

Listen, I need to help him,

right now,

and you seem to be the

only one that can help me.

Uh, um...

I could do a reading.

It's normally $100, but...

For you,

I'll do it for 75.

A reading?

I'm sorry, but sitting in some

weird room getting my palm read?

It just seems so clich.

It's not your palm.

It's tarot cards.

They may help you a lot, they

may help you a little, but...

to what the cards

choose to tell you.

Look, all I know is that

this kid needs my help.

I mean,

he's gonna continue

to live in torture

until I can help him.

I understand, but,

you know,

usually people, they, they

get the kit that I sold you

or I do a reading for them

and that's where it ends.

Otherwise, I just think we're

wasting each other's time.

Ah, come in. I'll be

with you in a moment.

I think a reading will really help you.

Think about it.

Hello, sir.

One usually burns incense for various,

different reasons. We have, uh...

...some lavender here,

and some sage.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Things just got

a lot more complicated.

Complicated?

What are you talking about?

Crap! I have to go back

in to his apartment.

(SARAH)

Wait, you're in his apartment?

(TOMMY SCREAMS)

(TOMMY GROANS)

Tommy?

Tommy?

Crap.

(COUGHING)

I need a doctor.

(GROANING)

Oh, sh...

(CRACK)

I didn't know him

that well.

He was around a lot.

Especially with his girl.

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