Nancy, Please Page #4

(PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING)

Get it! Get it!

- Mmm.

- Ge...

(WATER SLOSHING)

Hello, Nancy? Nancy?

Sh*t!

Cold, cold, cold.

It was her. It was her.

- I need you to relax, ok Paul?

- Voicemail!

Hey Paul, I got your message

and yeah, the book's here.

So, I don't know,

just call me I guess.

- Whatever.

- She has the book.

Very good. Problem solved.

Nancy, hello. It's Paul.

I got your message.

Uh, thank you so much.

That is so great. I can...

come and get it, anytime

today or this evening.

Just give me a call.

Thank you. Bye.

(MUSIC FADES TO SILENCE)

(COMPUTER DRIVES BUZZING)

(MOUSEPAD CLICKS)

(RATTLING, SCRATCHING)

(ECHOES IN WALL)

(RATTLING, SCRATCHING)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(RATTLING, SCRATCHING)

(SQUEAKING)

(BANG, SCURRYING, SCRATCHING)

(BUS GRUMBLES)

(GIRL GIGGLES)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(SCREEN DOOR SQUEAKS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(KNOCKING)

Nancy?

(LOUD KNOCKING, DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(SLAMS DOOR SHUT)

(SCRAPING, CHOPPING)

We've got squirrels

living in the walls.

The walls are teeming

with rabid, bloodthirsty squirrels.

You're a squirrel.

I'm not kidding.

They're nesting in the walls.

- I heard them.

- Squirrels, huh?

I called her four times today.

- I left messages. I texted.

- And?

And nothing.

So, finally... I got on the

bus and went over there.

- You went to Nancy's?

- I rang the doorbell,

I knocked, no answer. But

I'm sure I saw movement

in that house. I know she was home.

Why didn't she answer the door?

I have no idea.

To torture me, I guess.

Aw. Nobody's torturing anybody.

Nancy's kooky, but

she's not malicious.

She's worse than Hitler.

F***ing hillbilly.

(KNIFE SLIPS, CUT)

Ah!

- What?

- Ah... ow.

- What?

- I grated my finger.

Oh god.

(PAPER TOWELS RIP)

I got blood in the cheese.

Listen, how about this:

When does Nancy work

at the restaurant?

Tuesday through Friday.

And Sunday.

Sometimes Saturday.

She works every day?

Not Monday.

Jeez.

Well, why don't you just

text Nancy to bring the book

tomorrow, and I'll pick

it up on my break.

- Really?

- Sure.

But I mean, I don't...

need you to...

fight my battles for me.

I'm fighting them with you.

Good.

Problem solved.

(STREET SOUNDS)

Nancy?

Jen?

How's it going?

What are you doing here?

B*tch.

I don't understand, is she

gonna give it back or what?

I have no idea. She was being a

super vague, defensive c*nt.

God it's cold.

Uh, did you impress upon her

how important this is to me?

I really don't think she cares

how important it is to you.

Well, what am I supposed

to do? She's never going

call me again. Do I

go to the restaurant?

I don't think that's a good idea.

She's already all pissed

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