Penthouse North Page #4

Chad likes the rough stuff.

Ryan too, actually.

Was that it? Was that your thing?

I'm not judging.

You don't know

anything about me.

See, actually, I do.

Google.

"Sara Frost.

"Promising young photojournalist

"embedded with US troops

in Afghanistan."

Wow. Blah-blah-blah.

"Suicide bomber."

Oh, boy, here we go.

"Permanent blindness."

Permanent blindness.

Permanent.

What is that like?

Everything you loved,

everything gone

in a flash of light.

Are you one of those people

who thinks,

"Whatever doesn't kill me

makes me stronger"?

Is that what you think?

I'd put a bullet

through my head.

Where is it, Sara?

Ryan hid it good, Hollander,

but I know it's here.

Of course it's here, Chad.

And if you hadn't killed him,

we would've had it by now!

Just give me five minutes

with her, I'll get the truth.

What if you lose control

like you did with Ryan?

- Won't happen, Hollander.

- What if you kill her?

I won't.

OK.

But do not kill her.

- I mean it, Chad.

- No, don't.

Don't what?

Don't leave me

alone with him.

Too late, Sara.

I can't help you.

Ahh!

I can't kill you,

but let's see how close I can get.

Chad, hold it. Stop.

What's wrong

with this picture?

- What are you talking about?

- Quiet.

Chad, your knuckles

are dragging.

I'll tell you what's wrong

with this picture.

This picture.

Everything else

in this pretentious apartment

is generic, soulless,

like Ryan.

Everything

but this photograph.

- One of yours, isn't it, Sara?

- Yeah.

Ryan blew it up

and framed it for you, right?

It's haunting.

Really disturbing.

It's beautiful.

Take it down.

Why?

Because I told you to.

Give me your blade.

Give me your knife.

You have a very unhealthy

attachment to this knife.

Sweet!

There's... there's gotta be...

two, three...

300 grand.

What?

So you got

what you came for.

Will you go now?

Sure. As soon as

Chad bags the cash.

That wasn't so bad.

It worked out for everybody.

- Except for Ryan.

- Was it worth it?

Killing him?

Tell you the truth,

I'm gonna miss old Ryan.

He was a good investment.

You talk about him like he was

some sort of object, some thing.

Sara, Ryan betrayed

you AND me.

I know

what you're thinking.

"If I love that guy

long enough and hard enough,

"I could change him."

Never gonna happen.

Ryan was scum.

You couldn't see him

for what he really was.

You want me to do her?

No, I don't want you to do her.

- But she knows too much.

- What does she know?

She heard some voices and

some fake names. That's all.

Hey, Chad, not everything has

to end up in blood, alright?

Go wait for me

at the door.

Some other time, then, Sara.

Listen.

I know this was

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