Fear Page #2

- I have my moments.

- It'll be fun tonight.

You, me, Laura. Toby.

Old memories, new adventures...

It'll be like real life.

- [Sighs]

- Okay, my little sugar plum?

Okay, my little nectarine.

- Hey, Laura.

- Hey.

Want me to help

with anything?

Yeah. Uh, there's, uh,

fruit in the refrigerator.

- Why don't you get that out? Thanks.

- Okay.

- Mmm. Mmm!

- Mmm. Mmm.

- Mmm.

- Mmm.

Get outta there!

I gotta change

and jump in the shower.

- Call Eddie first.

He was looking for you.

- Whoops.

Come on. Not even a nice, schmoozy

conference call? Please.

All right.

What choice do I have?

I'll see you at the airport.

[Sighs]

She's got this little chain she hooks

through it and wraps around her waist.

- What would Dad do if I got one?

- You know exactly what he would do.

- Bullet to the brain.

- Toby.

What?

I can't go to the concert.

I gotta go to Vancouver.

- Now?

- I have to meet the client

for dinner in three hours.

Oh, Jesus, Steven.

We've been planning this for weeks.

- The whole thing was your idea.

- Honey, nobody wanted to go

more than me.

- What would you like me

to do about it?

- Keep your word to your family.

Oh, yeah? Then we can

just all starve to death.

- Spare me the melodrama.

Nobody's starving.

- You were right, Dad.

It's just like real life.

[Door Slams Shut]

[Dialing On

Touch-Tone Phone]

Margo.

King and Occidental?

I'm with ya.

There's that guy

from Largo!

Let's go say hi.

Nah, I think I'll just be

over here, okay?

Hey.

Hi.

You're not dancing.

I know.

You aren't either.

- How come?

- How come what?

How come

you're not dancing?

Well, because

nobody's asked me.

Oh.

[Young Man]

Come on!

[Angry Shouting]

[Screaming, Shouting]

Hey, come on.

Let's get outta here.

[Angry Shouting,

Screaming]

- [Shouting, Screaming]

- % % % % [Continues]

- [Girl Screams]

- Logan!

Logan, come on!

- [Panting]

- Are you all right?

Yeah. How we

gonna get down?

I'll figure

somethin' out.

[Car Alarm Blaring]

Hold on.

[Panting]

Come on.

[Helicopter Approaching

Overhead]

Come on.

I promise. It'll be okay.

It's safe. Come on.

- [People Shouting]

- [Margo Squealing]

Margo!

I'll see ya later!

Come on!

Go ahead.

Just let go.

It's safe. Come on.

[Screams]

[Engine Stopping,

Parking Brake Creaking]

Isn't this the car they stopped

making 'cause it, I don't know,

blows up or something?

I guess that's why

I got her.

I saw her sittin' there all alone,

cold in the junkyard.

You know, it's not her fault

they didn't put her together right.

You just said that

like you really meant it.

I did.

[Sighs]

I stayed with my real mom

in L.A. After my dad moved up here.

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