VANish Page #6

---

OK.

Jack is going to be pissed.

No, man.

He'll understand.

He's a reasonable guy.

He's going to know

you're the real problem.

What happened to this whole

brothers in arms thing, huh?

You know, you're really

letting your buddy down.

No, I knew people like

you in the military.

You mean war heroes?

No, I mean, sick fucks,

guys with murder and

mayhem in their blood.

I'm not the one scheming

behind people's backs.

Shut up!

You bastards all have

one thing in common:

A hatred for humanity.

You can't be reasoned with.

You can't be saved

because you have no soul.

You're the one

pointing a gun at me.

It takes a psycho

to know a psycho.

Yeah, you got that right.

All that military experience

and you forgot to load

the f***ing gun?

Really?

You stupid, pathetic a**hole.

I'll be damned.

The phone still works.

Ahh.

Oh God!

Ahh!

Shane, what the f***?

- Hey!

- He was a madman.

He attacked me.

He was going to

get us all killed.

Are you crazy?

No, you're the crazy one.

Let this lunatic come

along on the mission?

Put the gun down, Shane.

I'm going to have to ask you

to step away from the van.

- Think about what you're doing.

- Now!

And take that piece of sh*t

psycho with you.

I'm sorry, Jack.

But Emma and I can't be involved

in this crazy vendetta plan

of yours any longer.

You're going to

get us all killed.

He's right, Jack.

What about your mom?

Don't you want to know?

Yes, of course, I f***ing do.

Not in some cinematic

shootout in the desert.

This is my f***ing life

for Christ's sake.

Close that door, Jack.

I'm sorry, Jack.

Bury your brother.

F***!

I feel bad.

I mean, you guys were the

ones who kidnapped me,

but Jack...

You know, I know he meant well,

but that was a wrong approach.

I mean, going against your

father's men like that,

that's a suicide mission.

Where am I taking you anyway?

I guess back to LA?

God.

This is all so f***ed.

My mom disappears and I

can't confront my dad about it,

and then, you guys show up.

It'll be OK.

I mean, I can... I can help you.

And then, my neighbor.

I don't even know if he's OK.

- Was he a nice guy?

- Yeah.

He was awesome.

He had these two little girls.

He coached their soccer team...

Came over...

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why

I'm telling you this.

Oh, we're friends now,

aren't we?

Yes, something like that.

Oh, we got through this,

you know.

I mean, someday, you know,

we might look back

and we'll laugh on it, you know?

You think we can pull over

for a second

just so I can get this

tape off my wrist?

Oh, sure.

I'm sorry.

I for... I forgot all about that.

You know what?

We'll pull over here.

It should be far enough away.

All right.

Turn towards me so I can

take care of that for you.

You know what?

Let me... let me just load

this gun first actually.

How did you say you know Jack?

We're old war buddies.

Afghanistan.

You guys must have seen some

pretty bad stuff out there.

You have no idea.

He was... he was a big help

when my girlfriend left me.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

What... what happened?

I beat her.

Yeah, you... you what?

It's not my fault.

You know, I... doctors

prescribed me with that

post traumatic stress disorder.

You know,

bouts of anger and rage.

I had blackouts.

I couldn't even remember them.

That's actually

why I use the smack,

you know, to calm

down from that.

It worked for a while.

Can you, uh, can you

take this tape off me now?

Is my story boring you?

No, no, not at all,

I just, um, I don't want Jack

catching up to us, that's it.

That's all.

Yeah, about Jack.

Jack... Jack really helped

me out, you know?

Yeah, I remember,

about six months ago,

I had one of my blackouts

and when... and when

I came to, you know,

I had my hands around her neck

and I was just strangling

the life out of her.

I...I don't... I don't

want to get too graphic.

Anyway, you know,

he testified on my behalf

and the court said, you know,

I didn't get the proper

psychiatric treatment.

Yeah, you know, I've actually

been studying a lot about that

in psychology.

It's a f***ing shame what

they do to our war vets,

you know?

Yeah, you know what?

I agree.

It really is.

Can you turn around

for me for a sec?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Why are you crying?

I'm not... I'm not upset at all.

- Are you scared of me?

- No.

- I'm a good guy.

- I believe you.

Woman always misjudge me.

I am not misjudging you.

I swear.

Don't lie to me!

Ahh.

All right.

Finally, a little alone time.

I bet you know what

that means for you.

Oh yeah, socially awkward,

woman hating, f***ing psychopath

doing what he does best.

Oh yeah?

What's that, baby?

Humiliate yourself

with your little dick size,

lack of experience,

and lack of f***ing stamina.

- Yeah...

- Get off me.

Ahh..

When I raided Kabul,

I raped so many women,

everybody just

turned their backs.

I missed that submissive quality

of women here in the States.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

A little too bitchy.

You are by far the most pathetic

of all your f***ing friends.

I'm going to choke the

life right out of those

pretty little eyes!

Like Jack says,

we're all on a highway to hell.

I'm just going to make sure

the whore gets the express lane.

Quiet.

Just try to sleep.

Shh, baby, shh.

Ahh.

I'm bleeding, dammit.

Ahh.

Goddamn, look what you

f***ing did to me.

Ahh!

Ahh.

God.

No, come back here.

Come with me.

Ahh.

Where are you going?

I got a shotgun, motherf***er.

- F***.

- Whoa, don't shoot.

Where are those bastards?

They're dead, Papa.

- Dead?

- I killed them.

How?

You look like hell, mija.

Let's get you cleaned up.

I'm fine.

You've been taking

care of yourself in LA?

I was about to graduate.

That's right. High school.

College.

But thanks for trying.

I don't know what I've done

to get you into this situation.

You know, there are some people,

they just want what I have.

You mean, a wife that's gone

and a daughter

you don't speak to?

Hopefully, we can fix that, mija.

We'll take care of this thing

that's between us.

Why didn't you contact me

after mom disappeared?

What are you talking about?

Can we discuss

this some other time?

I've been sweating

my ass off out here.

Sure.

Sure thing.

Ah, atta girl.

Hey, Papa.

I found this in mother's things.

Is it yours?

Yeah, I've been

looking all over for it.

Then what was it doing

in this van?

I don't know

what you're talking about?

Three months ago,

you were in this van.

No, I've... I've never seen this

piece of sh*t before in my life.

Where is she?

Where is Mama?

Please, Daddy, I am begging you.

Just tell me where she is.

Your mother abandoned us,

both of us.

Don't say those

things to me, OK?

I need to know what

you did with her.

Your mother had problems.

She... She wanted to get away

for a while... leave America.

Don't like to me.

Where is she?

What did you do to her, huh?

Well, you found out

that she was happy,

that she was with someone else

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes