Faces In The Crowd Page #4

He weeps because

his sexual compulsions

disgust him. He

he only kills so

they won't see him

as he truly is.

Anna Marchant

saw him.

Yeah, and she-she survived.

I think he's gonna be

really interested in her.

Let me head down the Mission.

Have another crack at that

hobo who fished her out.

Good luck.

We got nothing out

of him but sea shanties.

[gasps]

[water running]

[sighs]

[muffled shriek]

[birds chirping]

Hey, there.

Have we met

somewhere before?

[gasps]

[softly]

Hey.

[whispers]

I'm sorry.

It was just

a bad dream.

Hey, it's okay.

Look, they need me

at the office this

morning but

Now, if you

want, I can

No, it's okay. I'm

I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Hey.

Hey.

You gave me quite

a ride, old boy.

Why weren't you down

at the Mission?

It's dirty there.

Might not be the Savoy

but at least it's safe.

Anything could happen

to you down here.

And what

do you care, huh?

[laughs]

I got some questions

and this time I really

need the answers.

(Anna's father)

The soonest I can get out is

on Tuesday's red eye

from Buenos Aires.

Look, I'll

take you to dinner.

I'll spoil you rotten.

Well, that

sounds great.

You know what?

Why don't you come

meet me at school?

I start back on Wednesday.

Okay, any cfe/ays

I'll call you.

Can you call me

on Bryce's Blackberry?

Do you have that number?

/ ha ve it,

I ha ve it.

Now listen...

/ wish I could've

been there for you.

It's okay, Dad.

I love you, okay?

I'll see you then.

I love you, too,

Snowflake. Bye.

Bye.

[calling]

[doorbell]

Hello.

It's us, chica.

Open up!

Hi, Sleeping Beauty.

Know who we

are this time?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, absolutely.

/ was just really

zoned out last time.

I mean, I'm

really fine.

Well, look. You made

the front page.

You're famous, bebe.

God, I got away.

[reads murmuring]

Oh, my God.

In heaven there's no beer.

Let's drink it all

right here.

In heaven there's no beer.

Let's drink it all

right here!

Look who's back.

Hello, handsome.

You feel

like remembering?

There's a two-six

in it for ya. Right?

Oh. I'll call you.

Or I'll text you.

[laughing]

[chuckling]

Martinis at 11 a.m.

It's almost midnight

in Shanghai.

Just drink up.

[gasps]

Nina, you did not

just post that pic.

I look squinty.

No, no, delete

I don't think so!

Por fa vor.

[whispering]

I'll be right back.

Okay, chica.

[singing]

Hello.

Hey.

What do you want now?

[clears throat]

Do you see anything?

[British accent]

No.

Just reminds me of

Europe After the Rain

by Max Ernst.

I'm sorry?

So, what was I supposed

to see exactly?

Well, l-l-l guess

if I really have,

uh, proso

Prosopagnosia.

Yes.

Well, you tell me.

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