The Making of 'The Number 23' Page #2

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Fingerling.

I wished it was mine

And now it is."

This is your first bite?

First animal one, yes.

My wife, she has these gnawing urges

In her sleep and...

tell me about this canine Ned.

What would you do if you

came across him again?

If I was in my truck, I'd accelerate

Until I heard a thud.

I'm sorry. I'm

just-- I'm joking.

I just-- This

is just silly.

Mr. Sparrow, animal-Control

regulations state

That any officer suffering

at the hands of an animal

Must undergo psychological

counseling within seven days

To evaluate their state of mind.

I gave him my arm on a platter.

Can't blame a creature of

lower intelligence for that.

I made a mistake, okay? Write

that down. I made a mistake.

It's my fault-- Like

when I told my wife

She could choose the color

For the living room walls, you know?

Not that women are of

lower intelligence, just...

have a good day, mr. Sparrow.

No, I'm jus--

No, Agatha is the most

intelligent person I know.

What she sees in me, I'm not sure.

Look...

I love my job, and I'm good at it.

Ned got away.

Well, yeah, but...

don't worry. Apart from

a flawed sense of humor,

I'm giving you a clean bill of health.

You're not a danger to anyone.

That's why you can go and

have the whole day off.

Really?

I'll take it.

- Mr. Sparrow.

- Yeah.

What color did your wife

choose for the walls?

Red, blood red.

"Chapter 2:

Imagine me, if you must,

As someone you once knew.

Someone perhaps you liked.

Or better yet,

Imagine me as you.

As a kid, I was top of my class,

Not because I liked studying,

but because I realized

That an education was my

best shot at getting out.

See, the stork dropped me in

a small dustbowl of a town.

There wasn't anything wrong with it.

As far as boring towns go,

I'm sure it ranked above average.

I had friends, but...

I always felt alone.

No one ever left,

But I wasn't gonna die here.

As much as I loved him,

I didn't want to be

anything like my dad.

He seemed so distant and sad.

Numbers were his life.

He was an accountant.

And I guess he had expected me to

take over the business he had built,

But I had other plans.

My mom was tickled pink

on my eighth birthday

When I announced I

wanted to be a detective.

Can't say the same for my father.

It really put the

kibosh on his master plan

And it fueled his hatred

for the widow dobkins.

She lived next door.

- It sounds odd, but her dog alfie...

Is the reason I became a detective.

The grass is always

greener on the other side,

At least according to alfie.

That's why he was always in our yard,

And it was my job to catch him.

But I never crossed the fence

into the widow dobkins' yard.

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