Cellular Page #3

THEO:

(laughs)

You're the one who's not to be

believed.

LENORE:

My name is --

THEO:

I don't want to know --

LENORE:

(persists)

My name is Lenore Oberfeld.

THEO:

Don't expect me to tell you who I

am.

LENORE:

I realize you don't want to be

involved.

THEO:

I am not involved. Keep clicking

your little wires. You'll get

someone else. Good luck.

LENORE:

You won't disconnect.

THEO:

Oh won't I?

LENORE:

Because you know you'll be killing

us.

THEO:

Don't lay this on me!

LENORE:

Then hang up! Do it!

It's the total despair of these words that finally hooks

Theo Novak. He can't hang up.

THEO:

Why would anybody want to hurt

you?

LENORE:

They tortured my husband. Made

him give them the pin numbers of

our accounts. Once they get

what's in the safe deposit box

they'll kill us.

THEO:

Where'd they take you to?

LENORE:

I have no idea. They put us in

the back of a van with blacked out

windows. The shutters up here are

nailed shut.

THEO:

Well isn't there a number on the

goddam phone?

LENORE:

No -- nothing.

Theo is so shaken by the call he runs a stop sign. Other

cars honk furiously. He ignores them.

THEO:

Okay. The police are gonna need

your full name and address.

LENORE:

No! No police. They'll know

right away the authorities are

looking for us. They'll kill us.

We've seen their faces.

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