Dead Story Page #4

I want to make sure

it's what we want

and not something that his

mom is pushing, you know?

Yeah.

Hey, okay this is a

stupid question again but,

was there really a woman

that killed her

husband in this house?

I know, it's Neil.

Where did you find

that guy anyway?

I hope you have a great trip.

Well, I'll let you

go and get packed

and have a safe trip to Hawaii.

I love you too.

Babe, it's so late.

- I know.

It's probably gonna be

like this every night

until the project is done.

- Is it worth it?

- What'd you say?

- Is it worth it?

- Yeah, it's worth it.

Of course it's worth it.

I mean, a it shows Mr. Jones

I can handle an

executive level account

and b it's that much

closer to the promotion.

Which means a lot of money.

- Yeah, but it's just money.

- It's just money.

Well, you need to

understand that just because

my family comes from money

does not mean it didn't

take a lot of hard work

and sacrifice.

My dad worked his ass

off for his family.

- Yeah, and he died

of a heart attack.

- He died from a heart

attack from his lifestyle,

not his work load.

You wanted this house

and I'm trying my hardest

to make sure that happens.

- No, we wanted this house.

- My point is that

I'm in the office

12 hours a day.

Not for me, for us.

I work my ass off for us

because I need to provide, Anne.

I have to provide, do

you understand that?

- I'm sorry, it's just

that I'm so lonely here.

Okay, I'm here all day by

myself in this big house and...

You know, one of the things

that I love about you

is that you are like your father

and that you do make

sacrifices for your wife.

And your future family.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- Hello?

Who are you?

Hey!

Who are you?!

- Ah.

Sh*t!

Holy sh*t, Anne!

What are you doing?

What the f*** is that?

Anne!

Anne!

Put the knife down.

Put the knife down!

Holy sh*t!

What the f*** are you doing?

What is this?

Where'd you find this?

- I'm sorry.

- Anne, where did you find this?

- I'm sorry!

- What are you doing?

You don't know?

- It was just in my hand,

I don't know what it is.

- F***, Anne!

You can't answer me, you

don't know where you've been.

You're trying to stab

me while I'm sleeping.

- I'm sorry.

- Are you, f***!

- Harold.

Harold.

Harold.

Harold, I'm so sorry.

- Anne, you scared

the sh*t outta me.

- How many times do I have

to tell you that I'm sorry?

- I didn't know that I had

the knife in my hand and...

She led me.

- I am so tired of going

over this again and again.

I got less than four

hours to go to bed,

there's no way I'm going to bed.

Might as well just

go to work right now.

- I'm sorry.

- You know, if you don't

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes