Lullaby: Part 2
Scene 1
Scene 1
(A few weeks had passed and things hadn't gotten any sweeter between Patricia and Ryan. She was still increasing her distance from him. She refused to sit in the car with him, she would sleep in the spare room, she wouldn't even go to the store with him. He couldn't even remember the last time that they kissed. Things were at an all time low. The only thing that seemed to be running smoothly was work and his business. Kevin and Gary noticed that he was coming in extra early and leaving extra late, even more so than usual. They questioned him about it but he convinced them that he was ok. Ryan did have a lot of strength, he always had patience with Patricia, throughout everything they had been through. But things were getting from bad to worse. He missed holding her, he missed her touch and making love to her. But he knew that she wasn't anywhere near being in that place with him in any capacity. He was in a dark place right now, he didn't know how much longer he could take this. He didn't know what he was holding onto, they had no kids, she didn't seem to have any love for him. If they split she wouldn't be financially crippled and neither would he. He knew in his heart that he still loved her. The night air was warm and refreshing. He sat on the balcony of his suite, looking down at the city. Patricia had gone away to see her parents in Jersey for a few days. He knew that she had gone there for certain because he spoke to her parents, they wanted him to come along but he could tell from Patricia's vibe that she didn't want him to come along. He always maintained a solid relationship with her parents. He would occasionally play golf with her father whenever he was down in New York. But he never disclosed any of their issues to him. He only vented to Angel. That night he wanted to invite Angel over but decided it was probably best not to, especially as she was at the strip club.)
Angel: ERMM, how come you haven't texted me? xx Bored already?? xx
Ryan: Never! I was actually going to invite you to hang out at my suite but I know you are working.
Angel: You are so sweet it is starting to irritate me xx
Ryan: Well I don't want to cock block that dream of you buying that farm or whatever for your family.
Angel: Farm?? Is it because I'm Mexican you are saying that?? xx Asshole Come over to the club I'm almost done
Ryan: You sure?
Angel: No more questions or imma cut you xx see you at Midnight.
Ryan: Alright boss xx
(Ryan took a quick 2 hour power nap, showered then got changed. He drove down to meet her. It didn't take Ryan that long to meet her. He met her outside a corner store. Angel was wearing skin tight denim jeans, wedge heels and a red belly top. She playfully licked a lollipop. She looked absolutely stunning. Each time Ryan laid eyes on her, he could feel his attraction to her rising. He knew it was wrong but at the same time he couldn't deny that he felt neglected by his wife. Angel's company was priceless, it was a judge free zone any time he was with her. He felt absolutely comfortable.)
Angel: Where we going tonight playa? This is our 10th date by now.
Ryan: Oh, so you are counting?
Angel: 10, 20, it doesn't matter.
Ryan: Aww somebody is getting a soft spot for me-
Angel: Shut up! Haha!
Ryan: Let's get some shrimp.
Angel: You and this fancy shit.
Ryan: No, just good shit.
(They went to a seafood joint not too far away. The minutes turned to hours very quickly. They were engrossed in deep conversation and laughter. Angel convinced him to share some wine with her. He only had a few glasses and was very tipsy. Ryan had cut out alcohol because of church and he had seen how it had damaged Patricia. Before long it was 4am.)
Ryan: I mean you are a good looking gal...tell me why you don't have a boyfriend. And don't feed me that woe is me crap.
Angel: Guys are stupid. Period.
Ryan: Is that it?
Angel: Yep! You guys will have the perfect lady and mess it up, and I'm not down for anybody to mess me around.
Ryan: Really?
Angel: Yes really. I am content being alone and making my money with nobody telling me what to do. I feel liberated, so many good chicks are stuck with bad dudes! That just sounds like a jail sentence to me.
Ryan: I guess soo...
(Ryan went quiet)
Angel: Hmmm would you say you are doing time right now?
(Ryan looked at her solemnly and nodded.)
Angel: Well divorce her ass.
Ryan: It's not that simple, she's different.
Angel: Baby we only make things difficult for ourselves.
Ryan: There are consequences that I'm not sure I can face.
Angel: What's the worst that can happen? So what she takes half your cash but you are loaded. I'm sure you got money wired in many offshore accounts.
Ryan: It's not the money-
Angel: Look shut up.
Ryan: What?
(She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. He pulled away and looked at her intensly, he was breathing heavily. He pulled her in close and kissed her back. They kissed passionately at the bar.)
Angel: If you want something bad enough you gotta take it papi, only the strong survive and take by force what they want and who they want.
(They continued to kiss. Ryan felt goosebumps all over his body, he hadn't felt like this in a long time. He felt wanted, he felt desired, he was happy.)
Angel: Ok papi if we keep doing this it will end up in an after party. So unless you are going to finish what you started we gotta stop.
(She held his face in her hands and stared into his soul, she licked her lips playfully and whipped her long hair back. She looked amazing, Ryan's heart was racing.)
Ryan: You are killing me.
Angel: I ain't doing nothing papi-
Ryan: Stop-
Angel: What? I ain't gonna charge your ass, I actually like you funnily enough. Don't you like me?
Ryan: You know I do but I shouldn't do this...
Angel: Well I ain't gonna press you Sir-
(Ryan sighs and covers his face)
Angel: Was my kiss that bad?
Ryan: Haha! NO!
Angel: Look, you gotta work yourself out and get your mind right, maybe we should stop hanging out for a while.
Ryan: Angel don't do this to me...
Angel: I'm going home, drop me off please I got a long day tomorrow.
(Ryan nodded and led her to his car. He dropped her at the top of the street.)
Angel: I can't have my Grandma seeing me coming out of a stranger's car. Can't have her asking me questions.
Ryan: I understand...
Angel: Goodnight Ryan, I had a good time tonight. I hope you find out what you deserve one day.
(She stepped out of the car and blew him a kiss. Ryan peeled off in his jaguar and sped down the street. His car wasn't the only thing that was racing, his head was going 100mph. He was falling for Angel, he had been falling for her for a while but he was fighting it. But Patricia's treatment made it difficult. He was falling in love with Angel but he still had love for Patricia. He felt guilty for kissing Angel. He didn't understand why he felt bad because on paper Patricia didn't deserve it but his mind and heart was conflicted. He slowly pulled into his driveway and stepped out of the car and walked up the steps. His head was pounding from the alcohol and his thoughts consuming him.)
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Angel: Where we going tonight playa? This is our 10th date by now.
Ryan: Oh, so you are counting?
Angel: 10, 20, it doesn't matter.
Ryan: Aww somebody is getting a soft spot for me-
Angel: Shut up! Haha!
Ryan: Let's get some shrimp.
Angel: You and this fancy shit.
Ryan: No, just good shit.
(They went to a seafood joint not too far away. The minutes turned to hours very quickly. They were engrossed in deep conversation and laughter. Angel convinced him to share some wine with her. He only had a few glasses and was very tipsy. Ryan had cut out alcohol because of church and he had seen how it had damaged Patricia. Before long it was 4am.)
Ryan: I mean you are a good looking gal...tell me why you don't have a boyfriend. And don't feed me that woe is me crap.
Angel: Guys are stupid. Period.
Ryan: Is that it?
Angel: Yep! You guys will have the perfect lady and mess it up, and I'm not down for anybody to mess me around.
Ryan: Really?
Angel: Yes really. I am content being alone and making my money with nobody telling me what to do. I feel liberated, so many good chicks are stuck with bad dudes! That just sounds like a jail sentence to me.
Ryan: I guess soo...
(Ryan went quiet)
Angel: Hmmm would you say you are doing time right now?
(Ryan looked at her solemnly and nodded.)
Angel: Well divorce her ass.
Ryan: It's not that simple, she's different.
Angel: Baby we only make things difficult for ourselves.
Ryan: There are consequences that I'm not sure I can face.
Angel: What's the worst that can happen? So what she takes half your cash but you are loaded. I'm sure you got money wired in many offshore accounts.
Ryan: It's not the money-
Angel: Look shut up.
Ryan: What?
(She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. He pulled away and looked at her intensly, he was breathing heavily. He pulled her in close and kissed her back. They kissed passionately at the bar.)
Angel: If you want something bad enough you gotta take it papi, only the strong survive and take by force what they want and who they want.
(They continued to kiss. Ryan felt goosebumps all over his body, he hadn't felt like this in a long time. He felt wanted, he felt desired, he was happy.)
Angel: Ok papi if we keep doing this it will end up in an after party. So unless you are going to finish what you started we gotta stop.
(She held his face in her hands and stared into his soul, she licked her lips playfully and whipped her long hair back. She looked amazing, Ryan's heart was racing.)
Ryan: You are killing me.
Angel: I ain't doing nothing papi-
Ryan: Stop-
Angel: What? I ain't gonna charge your ass, I actually like you funnily enough. Don't you like me?
Ryan: You know I do but I shouldn't do this...
Angel: Well I ain't gonna press you Sir-
(Ryan sighs and covers his face)
Angel: Was my kiss that bad?
Ryan: Haha! NO!
Angel: Look, you gotta work yourself out and get your mind right, maybe we should stop hanging out for a while.
Ryan: Angel don't do this to me...
Angel: I'm going home, drop me off please I got a long day tomorrow.
(Ryan nodded and led her to his car. He dropped her at the top of the street.)
Angel: I can't have my Grandma seeing me coming out of a stranger's car. Can't have her asking me questions.
Ryan: I understand...
Angel: Goodnight Ryan, I had a good time tonight. I hope you find out what you deserve one day.
(She stepped out of the car and blew him a kiss. Ryan peeled off in his jaguar and sped down the street. His car wasn't the only thing that was racing, his head was going 100mph. He was falling for Angel, he had been falling for her for a while but he was fighting it. But Patricia's treatment made it difficult. He was falling in love with Angel but he still had love for Patricia. He felt guilty for kissing Angel. He didn't understand why he felt bad because on paper Patricia didn't deserve it but his mind and heart was conflicted. He slowly pulled into his driveway and stepped out of the car and walked up the steps. His head was pounding from the alcohol and his thoughts consuming him.)
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Scene 2
(It was 9pm and Ryan strolled up the street holding a big bunch of roses, fresh cheesecake with a small Chanel bag. He walked with a spring in his step. He hummed some love songs as he went to the street. He turned a few blocks and was on his street. He saw Jack on the opposite side of the road on his skateboard. Ryan waved at Jack as he skated past but Jack didn't even notice he had his headphones in, he didn't even notice him. He had lied to Patricia that he was going to help his uncle change his tyre but he really went to get a haul of gifts for her. After all it was their anniversary. He entered the house as she was sat on the sofa. He opened her mouth in awe when he came into the room.)
Ryan: Happy anniversary baby. I love you.
(She stood still in shock. Her mouth was wide open and she held her face. Ryan grinned and she smiled back at him. She embraced him tightly and laughed gleefully.)
Patricia: WOW! Aren't I a lucky gal!
Ryan: I am a lucky guy as well
Patricia: Aww thank you baby!
Ryan: You know I love you with all my heart. I love you so much, you deserve the world. I know I am not perfect and I have messed up at times but I want to make things right with us. I don't want to think about the past I want to move forward and advance with you in the future. Forget the past, forget the imperfections, they are what make us stronger. I know you are the lady I need to keep me going. I have been there through thick and thin. Through the bad times but now I want to enter a new realm with you, a new realm of peace and joy.
(Patricia stood there looking at him, lost for words. She embraced him again.)
Patricia: Thank you baby.
(Ryan went to the kitchen and took out some plates and cutlery and placed them on the dining table. He put the flowers in water and placed them on the table top. He took out the food from the bags. He got at least 1000g of rib eye steak from Patricia's favourite steak joint. He dished out the food and they ate. For the first time in a long time it felt normal; they laughed and joked for hours. She playfully kissed him and rubbed his ears in between conversation. They both retired to the sofa and Ryan put on their favourite film of all time, 'A streetcar named Desire' with Marlon Brando. He lay on the inside of her legs and she rubbed his head and shoulders.)
Ryan: This is good baby. We will get right so we are like this everyday, I promise.
(Patricia lean't forward and kissed his cheek. He smiled and turned up the volume a bit.)
Blanche: Oh, I guess he’s just not the type that goes for jasmine perfume, but maybe he’s what we need to mix with our blood now that we’ve lost Belle Reve.
(Ryan chuckled.)
Ryan: Poor Blanche huh.
(After a while Ryan began to doze off. He stayed laid up in between Patricia's legs. She remained still rubbing his head. Her phone lit up and she picked it up and saw a message from a number that wasn't saved. )
+1408123408: Today was great xx
Patricia: You will see me again soon, don't worry. Thank you for everything, I appreciate you so much, it's so hard to find somebody who cares and listens as much, nobody gets me the way you do x
+14081234567: You are perfect, today was a very very good session ma'am. As long as I can continue being your peace I am happy with that. As long as we are careful everything is fine. I will keep this number open for you to contact me any time xx
Patricia: You are so sweet xxx Goodnight and thank you for everything xx
(He jumped into the shower and turned on the tap. Just 12 hours ago he was laying with who he thought was the love of his life. Everything seemed so perfect but he was wrong. He hopped out of the shower and entered the bedroom. There was still no sound from Patricia downstairs. He began to get ready. Anger started to raise in his gut. He sat on the edge of the bed stewing in his thoughts. After a while he heard the TV downstairs. He jolted up and walked down the stairs. He burst through the door and saw her sitting there watching the news. She looked up at him and smiled.)
Patricia: Hey baby
Ryan: Hey, I've got a meeting down town. I will be back.
Patricia: What? Really? Ok hmmm what time will you be back?
Ryan: Not too long hopefully maybe around 6 (He kissed her on the cheek)
Patricia: I might be busy today but I will let you know sweetie. I miss you already.
(He smiled at her and winked. He slid out and hopped into his Jag. He took out his business line and tried to call the number, there was still no response. He hit the steering wheel in anger. He reversed out and headed Downtown towards Queens. He needed to see Angel and apologise, he was done with Patricia. The disrespect, abuse and the lies was now too much. She deliberately didn't save the number just in case he ever saw it. He passed the corner Angel was usually on and parked up. He waited a while but he didn't see her. He got out of the car and approached the ladies. They eyed him up and smiled at him. He was like fresh meat to them. He approached one of them awkwardly.)
Ryan: Umm hi, I'm looking for my friend.
(A tall black lady turned to him and rubbed his face.)
Ginger: Aww, I want a friend too, can I be your friend?
Ryan: Umm well, I'm not here for, umm that-
Ginger: You need to loosen up gorgeous. You are kinda fly for a white guy. Maybe you need a sister to help you out- (She grabbed his crotch.)
Ryan: Well I do need help. I'm looking for my friend Angel-
(She cut her eyes and walked away from him. A short mixed race chick approached him.)
Star: Ha! I told you he didn't want you gurl, he doesn't want your flavour today. He's the gringo that been hanging out with Angel.
(Ginger kissed her teeth and strutted away from him.)
Star: Mr. Gringo she's at work, she's only here part-time I thought you knew this.
Ryan: Of course she is.
Star: You in love with her or something? If you ask me you crazy to trust her-
Ryan: Thank you.
(He handed her a $50 bill and jogged back to his car. He could hear Ginger cursing in the background. He sped down the streets heading towards the club. He parked up around the block, he didn't want her to see his car parked up. He hopped out and walked to the club. It was mid day but the block was quite busy. He stuck out like a sore thumb, the neighbourhood was a predominantly Hispanic and black community. Ryan's skin was pale as snow wearing a white shirt and pink tie. He looked very out of place .He got to the door but was stopped by one of the bouncers. He was black, at least 7ft and 300 pounds. Bald had and big beard, with a long scar on his face.)
Bouncer: No.
Ryan: What?
Bouncer: I said no.
Ryan: I'm a customer, I have money, I just want to hang out for a bit, work is stressing me out, my boss is an asshole.
(Ryan put on a fake laugh.)
Bouncer: Haha
Ryan: My boss is this fat piece of trash, he comes in and takes it out on us because he can't get it up. Poor wife probably can't even see his junk. He probably hasn't seen his own junk in years, that fat son of a bitch!
Bouncer: Haha!
Ryan: HAHAHA!
Bouncer: HAHA! But still no-
Ryan: What? Why?
Bouncer: Not today gringo, head down to players club they got plenty of skinny white chicks with fake tits. The place is filled with city junkies like you, I think you will fit right in.
Ryan: I have money, whats the problem?
Bouncer: We don't want your money white bwoi, keep it stepping before I pound your ass into the concrete.
Ryan: Ok I will keep it real Mr- (He saw the bouncer's name badge, it read Chino) Mr Chino? I can call you that right? My friend works here, her name is Angel, I just want to speak to her-
(The bouncer raised his hand and smacked him with the back of his hand. Ryan was taken aback by the strike. His eyes welled up.)
Ryan: AHHH!
(The bouncer didn't move.)
Ryan: Ok ok...I will leave!
Bouncer: You in the wrong part of New York white boy.
(He backed away and headed back to his car. Two kids ran from behind his car, they laughed out loudly. They were around 10 years old. Ryan was immediately alarmed. He looked at the back and saw that they had keyed the whole back of his car and the side. He was seething but he couldn't do anything. The bouncer was right, he was at the wrong part of town. He got in his car and sped out of the area. He continued to drive back to his part of town. He was devastated, he felt like he had lost everything. He pulled up by the park and just sat in the car. He looked at his phones. There was still no call back from the mystery number. She was too smart, she covered her tracks well. There had been no contact from Angel. Some of the kids in the neighbourhood were still playing in the streets. He nodded and waved at some of his neighbours that walked past. He smiled at them but he was dead inside, his surroundings were perfect but his life was a nightmare. Wealthy, good looking white guy working in the city living the American dream. Perfect house, career and business but his life was filled with misery. He drove a few blocks down and turned into his house. Patricia's car was parked outside. He walked inside the house and she was in the kitchen humming a tune. She was chopping up some vegetables and had the news on.)
Patricia: Hey baby!
(Ryan didn't respond, he stared at her.)
Patricia: Are you ok?
(He remained silent.)
Patricia: Ryan?
(She stopped cutting the vegetables and looked at him. She noticed the mark above his head.)
Patricia: What happened to your face???
Ryan: Who is 14081234567?
Patricia: What?
Ryan: Who is the mystery number???
Patricia: What are you talking-
Ryan: WHO IS THE MYSTERY NUMBER!! TELL ME NOWW!
Patricia: Don't shout at me!
Ryan: I don't care anymore! We are done! I am finished with you! But just tell me who it is now!
Patricia: It's Diego? Isn't it?
(He was breathing heavily.)
Patricia: My God! Is that who did that to you? Did you look for him??
Ryan: Tell me-
Patricia: You went through my phone huh?
Ryan: I saw what I saw, just tell me the truth for once in your life.
Patricia: You want the truth huh? That mystery number was my therapist ok! You son of a bitch! That was my therapist! I have been seeing a therapist to get over the trauma of the miscarriage.
(Ryan stood frozen with his mouth open.)
Patricia: You Godamn asshole! You only think about yourself!
Ryan: I don't believe you, why are you lying?
Patricia: I am not lying!
Ryan: Yes you are!
Patricia: You want to see the receipts. (She walked past him and went into the cupboard and pulled out some papers. They were receipts from a private therapist, 'Clive and Co specialists in loss and trauma'. All of which stretched up to 6 months.)
Patricia: Are you happy?
Ryan: Well why didn't you tell me?! I'm your husband?
Patricia: This is something I wanted to do by myself, you know something I actually started to think I was ready to try again for another baby but the way you are, I don't think I would be willing to start a family with you.
Ryan: Baby, please don't say that-
Patricia: You think I'm a whore then leave me!
(Ryan stood staring at his feet.)
Ryan: I'm sorry-
Patricia: No you are not!
Ryan: Please, hear me out-
Patricia: I've been through so much, mentally, physically, emotionally. I seek out help and I am being accused of being a damn whore.
(Ryan sank on his knees with his hands on his face. Patricia walked past him looking at him in disgust whilst he knelt on his knees in despair.)
End Scene
(Ryan shortly arrived at work, he got there before most people despite the traffic. He sat at his desk at work quietly. He wanted to work from home but he couldn't stomach being around Patricia. It had been 3 days since their confrontation and she completely ignored him. He felt so guilty and depressed. He stared at all of the figures on the screen. Gary and Kevin sniggered at him.)
Gary: What's up man?
Ryan: Nothing I'm all good.
Kevin: No you aren't. Talk to us. How did you get that bruise on your face?
Ryan: I told you I fell on my ass ding some D.I.Y
Kevin: You sure? We are here to help.
Ryan: Honestly I am fine.
Gary: How can you be fine? Look at the numbers they are going down? Or haven't you noticed?
Gary: Are you even logged on?
Ryan: Don't worry I will fix those numbers.
Gary: You better or Terry is going have your ass on a platter.
Ryan: Or yours.
(They chuckled)
Gary: You need to buss a nut man. RELLAXXXXX!
Ryan: I need to buss your head through this screen.
(They all laughed. Ryan remained quiet.)
Ryan: Look I've got a headache, I'm gonna shoot off.
Gary: Damn, You ok?
Ryan: Yeah I'm good but I think these numbers are stressing me out.
Kevin: You are Houdini with the numbers!
Ryan: And now for my disappearing act.
(He stood up and logged off.)
Ryan: Tell Terry he can kiss my ass.
Gary: I will pass the message on.
Ryan: See you assholes tomorrow.
(He left the building quietly. It was early in the afternoon. His marriage was on the rocks but Angel seemed to have come at the right time. As he drove down he saw there was some road works and diversion.)
Officer: Move it this way sir.
Ryan: What's going on?
Officer: You can't read?
Ryan: This isn't convenient.
Officer: Well I want the Knicks to play with pride and win games but you can't always get what you want in life sir, now move along!
(He drove to the back of the house and parked up. He wanted to apologise to Patricia again and offer her an olive branch at the very least. At least that way the could end gracefully and minimise the bad blood. He got out and saw a skateboard and a few bikes just laying on the floor. He cursed at this under his breath.)
Ryan: Damn kids.
(The back gate was unlocked. He walked through his garden to the back door. He opened the kitchen door through the back. He was happy because this mean't that Patricia was at home. He could smell that food had been cooked. He climbed the stairs slowly, he opened the door slowly and to his horror Patricia was not in the room by herself. He was half naked straddling Jack!)
Patricia: What the hell! You were supposed to be at work!
Ryan: WHAT THE HELL!?
Patricia: Ryan, calm down, it's not what it looks like-
Ryan: It is exactly what it looks like! You are sleeping with a kid!
Jack: I'm not a kid-
Ryan: You son of a bitch! Shut the hell up!
Patricia: I didn't want you to find out like this!
Ryan: Patricia!
Jack: Its different ok, I love her!
Ryan: Are you out of your mind?!
(Ryan moved towards to Jack quickly. Patricia leapt in front of him.)
Jack: Get away from me!
Patricia: Please Ryan! He's just a kid!
Ryan: I can't believe this, the whole time you made it seem like you hated him.
Patricia: Ryan!
Ryan: So every time I went to church, this is what was going on? All those times you were taking trips it was with him? Does your Mom know?
Jack: Umm no, are you going to tell her?
(He stood there in his boxers.)
Ryan: You come into my home, you sleep with my wife, I've been giving you money to help out but the whole time you've been a disloyal punk.
Jack: Well I know her! I understand her! You never understood her only me!
Ryan: So it was you texting her the other night?
(The room fell silent.)
Patricia: Baby please, I know this doesn't look-
Ryan: Were you ever planning to have children with me? Did you ever want to work things out?
Patricia: Stop, please!
(Ryan took his phone out and dialled.)
Ryan: Please could you come? I need you more than ever? Ok bye
Patricia: WHO THE HELL DID YOU CALL!?
Jack: Please Sir! I hope that wasn't my Mom. I will leave now and never come back again, just don't tell my parents. Don't bring them here!
Ryan: Leave and never come back? That means you will see her somewhere else out of my sight. But don't worry Jacky boy, I'm done with her, you can have her.
Patricia: What?!
Ryan: What do you mean what?? After all you've put me through? I'm done with you! You are psychopath, a selfish whore. I don't know how I fell in love with you.
(The room fell silent again. Patricia sat on the edge of the bed in tears. Jack put his arm around her and she pushed him off. Ryan stared at both of them. Nobody moved an inch, the room was deadly silent for almost 10 minutes. His phone rang it was Angel.)
Angel: I'm outside, lets go.
Ryan: I am coming down.
Angel: Is she at home?
Ryan: Yes but I don't care, lets go.
Angel: Good.
(He began to pack some clothes in a sports bag. He took some toiletries and towels. He didn't say a word or look at Patricia or Jack.)
Jack: Please Sir was that my Mom?
Ryan: No.
Patricia: Where are you going?
Ryan: Somewhere, anywhere.
Patricia: You are leaving me?
Jack: You still have me.
(Ryan walked down there stairs to the back.)
Patricia: RYAN! RYAN! RYAN! Damn you if you are so weak then leave!
(He ignored her cries and walked through the kitchen. Angel was stood outside the garden. She wore black trousers, black sneakers and black gloves with a scarf. She smiled at Ryan as he came outside.)
Ryan: Thank you.
(She hugged him)
Angel: Who is in the house baby?
Ryan: Let's just go, I will explain everything.
(Patricia ran down the stairs screaming his name, she came to a halt when she saw him with Angel. Tears were streaming down her face.)
Patricia: Who the hell is this skank??
Ryan: The only skank here is you.
Patricia: I have never seen this tramp before! Who the hell is she?
Ryan: She's my friend now shut the hell up and leave me alone, I'm leaving you.
Patricia: You can't leave me! YOU CAN'T!
Angel: Stop screaming lady, you are bringing too much attention to us.
Patricia: Don't give me rules in my own house sugar!
Angel: (Grins) Let's do this inside if you want to have a shouting match.
(Patricia shot Ryan a glaring look.)
Patricia: Get this skank off my property!
(Ryan grimaced.)
Ryan: Ok lets get inside.
(He led Angel into his house. Jack was sat on the chair he was still topless. He stared at the floor.)
Patricia: Me and my husband have an issue, we need to fix it-
Angel: Yeah?
Ryan: Angel its fine don't worry-
(Angel reached into the her hip and pulled out a revolver.)
Ryan: ANGEL! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!? PUT THAT AWAY!
(Patricia screamed.)
Patricia: YOU CRAZY BITCH WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
(Angel was silent, she glanced at Jack, whose face was blank. She turned the gun to Ryan's head.)
Angel: Thanks kid
(She winked at Jack.)
Ryan: Please Angel, don't do this. I will give you whatever-
(She quickly turned the gun to Patricia and shot her in the head. She slumped on the floor immediately and died there.)
Ryan: NOOOOOO!!! PATRICIAAA!!!
Jack: What the hell! NOOOO! NOOOO!! You said you would kill him! Not her! This wasn't the plan!
Angel: Shut up kid.
Jack: I love her! We were supposed to run away!
Ryan: How could you do this? WHYYY?? WHYY??
(He held Patricia's dead body, rocking back and forth. He was wailing in despair.)
Ryan: How could you? I loved you! I trusted you!
(Jack stared wide eyed at Patricia's dead body. Angel's face was blank, there was no emotion.)
Angel: Sorry kid, the deal has changed. Thank you for your help.
(Her phone rang and she answered.)
Angel: You can come in now.
Ryan: What! Who?
Angel: Too much talking Sir.
(Diego came into the house holding a pistol. Jack and Ryan were in shock.)
Diego: You did good kid, thank you for your help. Hi Daddy.
(He smiled at Angel.)
Angel: Hey Papi.
Diego: Where is the money kid?
Jack: Umm, please don't kill me.
Diego: It's ok you won't die. Just get the cash, don't try and escape.
Angel: Follow him upstairs.
(He followed Jack up the stairs with his gun held at the back of his head. Angel still kept the gun pointed at Ryan. Within a few minutes Jack came down with a briefcase filled with money, it was $200,000.)
Angel: Is that all?
Jack: Yes ma'am, she took the money out the other day, she told me that we would run away so she took out some cash.
Diego: Ryan I know you have more cash, I have my laptop, do the bank transfer and I won't kill you.
Ryan: Please don't kill me.
Jack: Just do what he say quickly.
Ryan: You wanted me killed? Why?
Jack: I loved her.
Diego: Enough of the love story, I need that cash.
(He pushed the laptop in front of Ryan. He logged into his accounts and made transfers of up to $300,000 to three different accounts. Diego checked them and when he was satisfied he nodded at Angel.)
Diego: It was a pleasure doing business with you.
Ryan: So you guys have been planning this the whole time?
Angel: Don't take it personal. I had fun with you, you are a nice guy.
Diego: Patricia was a nice lady too but business is business.
(He raised the pistol at Ryan and shot him. He dropped dead instantly. Jack yelped. Diego took the clip out of the gun and smiled at Jack.)
Diego: I said I wouldn't kill you amigo. Here you go, take this.
(He held the gun towards Jack.)
Jack: No
Angel: Don't be stupid kid.
Jack: If my finger prints go on the weapon then the cops will think I did this.
Diego: He's a clever kid??
Angel: Very.
Diego: If you don't hold this gun, Angel will blow your brains out too.
(Jack burst into tears. Diego moved in on him and passed him the gun. Angel took out her cell phone and began to exit the back door.)
Angel: 911! THERE HAS BEEN A SHOOTING! PLEASE COME QUICK I'M SCARED! SOME WHITE KID JUST FIRED SHOTS!
(Jack sank on his knees crying. Diego and Angel ran out of the house and hopped into Diego's low rider. And sped off. They laughed as they flew down the streets. They could see cops going in the opposite direction.)
Angel: Piece of cake huh?
Diego: Dummies.
Angel: Poor kid will be looking at multiple life sentences.
Diego: He needs to come out of his comfort zone, you need that to grow.
Angel: You think he will rat?
Diego: Of course he will but by then we will be long gone. They will do an autopsy and see semen and DNA all over her and inside her. . My guess is that she told him that Ryan treated her badly, poor kid believed everything and took it personally. Its insane, perfect neighbourhood, perfect house but yet so much terrors unknown to everybody.
Angel: And they say we are from the bad side of town.
Diego: Patricia tried with me when I first started training her but I knocked her back, I think that knocked her fragile confidence even more. Pushed her right into the hands of good ol Jack.
Angel: The miscarriage.
Diego: Yep. Ryan told you that too huh?
Angel: Yep
Diego: Patricia warmed to me quickly, that was easy enough. She told me all her secrets, even about the affair. It wasn't easy befriending Jack but I managed to wriggle myself in there, he told me everything. The kid was hitting her regularly. Poor kid thought he was in love, I still remember the day he told me about her outside the gym, that was the same day he told me he wanted Ryan dead.
Angel: Ryan thought he would run away with me and Jack thought we would run away with Patricia.
Diego: Haha!
Angel: Ryan was a sweet guy but Patricia wasn't any good, we saved him some hassle by knocking her off. They were in a toxic cycle.
Diego: Ha! And we are off to Mehiicoooooo!!!
(They looked at each other and laughed all the way to the highway headed towards Mexico.)
The End
Patricia: Aww thank you baby!
Ryan: You know I love you with all my heart. I love you so much, you deserve the world. I know I am not perfect and I have messed up at times but I want to make things right with us. I don't want to think about the past I want to move forward and advance with you in the future. Forget the past, forget the imperfections, they are what make us stronger. I know you are the lady I need to keep me going. I have been there through thick and thin. Through the bad times but now I want to enter a new realm with you, a new realm of peace and joy.
(Patricia stood there looking at him, lost for words. She embraced him again.)
Patricia: Thank you baby.
(Ryan went to the kitchen and took out some plates and cutlery and placed them on the dining table. He put the flowers in water and placed them on the table top. He took out the food from the bags. He got at least 1000g of rib eye steak from Patricia's favourite steak joint. He dished out the food and they ate. For the first time in a long time it felt normal; they laughed and joked for hours. She playfully kissed him and rubbed his ears in between conversation. They both retired to the sofa and Ryan put on their favourite film of all time, 'A streetcar named Desire' with Marlon Brando. He lay on the inside of her legs and she rubbed his head and shoulders.)
Ryan: This is good baby. We will get right so we are like this everyday, I promise.
(Patricia lean't forward and kissed his cheek. He smiled and turned up the volume a bit.)
Blanche: Oh, I guess he’s just not the type that goes for jasmine perfume, but maybe he’s what we need to mix with our blood now that we’ve lost Belle Reve.
(Ryan chuckled.)
Ryan: Poor Blanche huh.
(After a while Ryan began to doze off. He stayed laid up in between Patricia's legs. She remained still rubbing his head. Her phone lit up and she picked it up and saw a message from a number that wasn't saved. )
+1408123408: Today was great xx
Patricia: You will see me again soon, don't worry. Thank you for everything, I appreciate you so much, it's so hard to find somebody who cares and listens as much, nobody gets me the way you do x
+14081234567: You are perfect, today was a very very good session ma'am. As long as I can continue being your peace I am happy with that. As long as we are careful everything is fine. I will keep this number open for you to contact me any time xx
Patricia: You are so sweet xxx Goodnight and thank you for everything xx
Scene 3
(Ryan woke up the next day and his vision was a bit blurred. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Both of them had fallen asleep on the sofa, just like old times. He looked at Patricia who slept peacefully. He smiled at her as she slept. He stretched and sat up on the sofa. He wriggled his toes and stretched his leg. He knocked the mug on the floor. He bent over to pick up it and saw Patricia's phone. He bent down to pick it up too. He saw her phone flash., an unknown number had texted. "Good morning sweetheart, make sure you drop in again whenever you need more help xxx". Ryan was confused, his head was swimming and he felt sick. But he played it cool, he looked back at Patricia still fast asleep. He scrolled up the phone and saw a number of messages from the number. He quickly took his phone out and saved the number on his phone. He got up and ran upstairs. He went into the bathroom and washed his face and stared at the mirror. He cursed under his breath. He called the number that texted Patricia. It rang out. He tried again and still no response. He tried to call again and then it went straight to voicemail.)
Ryan: Damn it!
(How could he be so stupid? How could he trust her? He looked at his phone and instinctively scrolled down to Angel's number but she had blocked him.)
Ryan: Shit!
(He jumped into the shower and turned on the tap. Just 12 hours ago he was laying with who he thought was the love of his life. Everything seemed so perfect but he was wrong. He hopped out of the shower and entered the bedroom. There was still no sound from Patricia downstairs. He began to get ready. Anger started to raise in his gut. He sat on the edge of the bed stewing in his thoughts. After a while he heard the TV downstairs. He jolted up and walked down the stairs. He burst through the door and saw her sitting there watching the news. She looked up at him and smiled.)
Patricia: Hey baby
Ryan: Hey, I've got a meeting down town. I will be back.
Patricia: What? Really? Ok hmmm what time will you be back?
Ryan: Not too long hopefully maybe around 6 (He kissed her on the cheek)
Patricia: I might be busy today but I will let you know sweetie. I miss you already.
(He smiled at her and winked. He slid out and hopped into his Jag. He took out his business line and tried to call the number, there was still no response. He hit the steering wheel in anger. He reversed out and headed Downtown towards Queens. He needed to see Angel and apologise, he was done with Patricia. The disrespect, abuse and the lies was now too much. She deliberately didn't save the number just in case he ever saw it. He passed the corner Angel was usually on and parked up. He waited a while but he didn't see her. He got out of the car and approached the ladies. They eyed him up and smiled at him. He was like fresh meat to them. He approached one of them awkwardly.)
Ryan: Umm hi, I'm looking for my friend.
(A tall black lady turned to him and rubbed his face.)
Ginger: Aww, I want a friend too, can I be your friend?
Ryan: Umm well, I'm not here for, umm that-
Ginger: You need to loosen up gorgeous. You are kinda fly for a white guy. Maybe you need a sister to help you out- (She grabbed his crotch.)
Ryan: Well I do need help. I'm looking for my friend Angel-
(She cut her eyes and walked away from him. A short mixed race chick approached him.)
Star: Ha! I told you he didn't want you gurl, he doesn't want your flavour today. He's the gringo that been hanging out with Angel.
(Ginger kissed her teeth and strutted away from him.)
Star: Mr. Gringo she's at work, she's only here part-time I thought you knew this.
Ryan: Of course she is.
Star: You in love with her or something? If you ask me you crazy to trust her-
Ryan: Thank you.
(He handed her a $50 bill and jogged back to his car. He could hear Ginger cursing in the background. He sped down the streets heading towards the club. He parked up around the block, he didn't want her to see his car parked up. He hopped out and walked to the club. It was mid day but the block was quite busy. He stuck out like a sore thumb, the neighbourhood was a predominantly Hispanic and black community. Ryan's skin was pale as snow wearing a white shirt and pink tie. He looked very out of place .He got to the door but was stopped by one of the bouncers. He was black, at least 7ft and 300 pounds. Bald had and big beard, with a long scar on his face.)
Bouncer: No.
Ryan: What?
Bouncer: I said no.
Ryan: I'm a customer, I have money, I just want to hang out for a bit, work is stressing me out, my boss is an asshole.
(Ryan put on a fake laugh.)
Bouncer: Haha
Ryan: My boss is this fat piece of trash, he comes in and takes it out on us because he can't get it up. Poor wife probably can't even see his junk. He probably hasn't seen his own junk in years, that fat son of a bitch!
Bouncer: Haha!
Ryan: HAHAHA!
Bouncer: HAHA! But still no-
Ryan: What? Why?
Bouncer: Not today gringo, head down to players club they got plenty of skinny white chicks with fake tits. The place is filled with city junkies like you, I think you will fit right in.
Ryan: I have money, whats the problem?
Bouncer: We don't want your money white bwoi, keep it stepping before I pound your ass into the concrete.
Ryan: Ok I will keep it real Mr- (He saw the bouncer's name badge, it read Chino) Mr Chino? I can call you that right? My friend works here, her name is Angel, I just want to speak to her-
(The bouncer raised his hand and smacked him with the back of his hand. Ryan was taken aback by the strike. His eyes welled up.)
Ryan: AHHH!
(The bouncer didn't move.)
Ryan: Ok ok...I will leave!
Bouncer: You in the wrong part of New York white boy.
(He backed away and headed back to his car. Two kids ran from behind his car, they laughed out loudly. They were around 10 years old. Ryan was immediately alarmed. He looked at the back and saw that they had keyed the whole back of his car and the side. He was seething but he couldn't do anything. The bouncer was right, he was at the wrong part of town. He got in his car and sped out of the area. He continued to drive back to his part of town. He was devastated, he felt like he had lost everything. He pulled up by the park and just sat in the car. He looked at his phones. There was still no call back from the mystery number. She was too smart, she covered her tracks well. There had been no contact from Angel. Some of the kids in the neighbourhood were still playing in the streets. He nodded and waved at some of his neighbours that walked past. He smiled at them but he was dead inside, his surroundings were perfect but his life was a nightmare. Wealthy, good looking white guy working in the city living the American dream. Perfect house, career and business but his life was filled with misery. He drove a few blocks down and turned into his house. Patricia's car was parked outside. He walked inside the house and she was in the kitchen humming a tune. She was chopping up some vegetables and had the news on.)
Patricia: Hey baby!
(Ryan didn't respond, he stared at her.)
Patricia: Are you ok?
(He remained silent.)
Patricia: Ryan?
(She stopped cutting the vegetables and looked at him. She noticed the mark above his head.)
Patricia: What happened to your face???
Ryan: Who is 14081234567?
Patricia: What?
Ryan: Who is the mystery number???
Patricia: What are you talking-
Ryan: WHO IS THE MYSTERY NUMBER!! TELL ME NOWW!
Patricia: Don't shout at me!
Ryan: I don't care anymore! We are done! I am finished with you! But just tell me who it is now!
Patricia: It's Diego? Isn't it?
(He was breathing heavily.)
Patricia: My God! Is that who did that to you? Did you look for him??
Ryan: Tell me-
Patricia: You went through my phone huh?
Ryan: I saw what I saw, just tell me the truth for once in your life.
Patricia: You want the truth huh? That mystery number was my therapist ok! You son of a bitch! That was my therapist! I have been seeing a therapist to get over the trauma of the miscarriage.
(Ryan stood frozen with his mouth open.)
Patricia: You Godamn asshole! You only think about yourself!
Ryan: I don't believe you, why are you lying?
Patricia: I am not lying!
Ryan: Yes you are!
Patricia: You want to see the receipts. (She walked past him and went into the cupboard and pulled out some papers. They were receipts from a private therapist, 'Clive and Co specialists in loss and trauma'. All of which stretched up to 6 months.)
Patricia: Are you happy?
Ryan: Well why didn't you tell me?! I'm your husband?
Patricia: This is something I wanted to do by myself, you know something I actually started to think I was ready to try again for another baby but the way you are, I don't think I would be willing to start a family with you.
Ryan: Baby, please don't say that-
Patricia: You think I'm a whore then leave me!
(Ryan stood staring at his feet.)
Ryan: I'm sorry-
Patricia: No you are not!
Ryan: Please, hear me out-
Patricia: I've been through so much, mentally, physically, emotionally. I seek out help and I am being accused of being a damn whore.
(Ryan sank on his knees with his hands on his face. Patricia walked past him looking at him in disgust whilst he knelt on his knees in despair.)
End Scene
Scene 4
(Ryan sat in the traffic on his way to work. Mondays were usually the worst days for traffic. He set his car to cruise control and relaxed himself. He tried to keep his mind empty as possible, he had to focus on some projects at work. He didn't even want to think about Patricia, he couldn't stomach it. He switched on the radio to distract him.)
DJ: YOO YOOO YOO! We playing some hits straight out of New York! OK LETS GOOO!
50 Cent: Many Men! Wish death upon me! Blood in my eyes dawg and I can't see!
(Ryan changed the station.)
DJ: The Knicks SUCK! How many times will it take for them to wake the hell up!?
(Suddenly his phone rang, he looked at it expecting Terry but it was Angel. He turned off the radio answered the phone straight away.)
Ryan: Angel! You ok?
Angel: Wow, you didn't even let the phone ring, eager beaver.
Ryan: Well I wasn't expecting to hear from you again. And I'm sorry about-
Angel: Hmmm-
Ryan: I'm sorry ok.
Angel: Hmmm-
Ryan: I'm sorry ok.
Angel: Sorry for what?
Ryan: Everything, I should have never ever spoke to you. I should have focused on me and my wife. I'm sorry I blew you off the other night, that wasn't cool.
Angel: Listen, it's ok I just wanted to let you know there is no bad blood and I kinda missed you a little bit. I heard about a white boy getting his ass handed to him outside the club so I figured it was you.
(Ryan sighed.)
Ryan: Well I missed you a lot. Angel we need to speak properly, I need to tell you something. I think I'm falling in love with you-
Angel: Awww baby!
Ryan: Me and Patricia, well to be honest we are on the ropes, I won't be surprised if she files for divorce. The truth is nothing seems right, everything is hazy. But I don't want to think about it too much, nor do I want to burden you with all my troubles so early in the morning.
Angel: Well I am here for you whenever, just call me whenever you need me ok?
Ryan: Thank you. Why do you even put up with me? I'm married? I don't know what or who I want? But you haven't given up on me yet?
Angel: Because you are different, I haven't spent time with somebody who makes me feel how you feel. You are a bit of an asshole but the type of asshole I can deal with. Ha!
Ryan: Thank you so much, I will speak to you after work.
Angel: Bye papi.
(Ryan shortly arrived at work, he got there before most people despite the traffic. He sat at his desk at work quietly. He wanted to work from home but he couldn't stomach being around Patricia. It had been 3 days since their confrontation and she completely ignored him. He felt so guilty and depressed. He stared at all of the figures on the screen. Gary and Kevin sniggered at him.)
Gary: What's up man?
Ryan: Nothing I'm all good.
Kevin: No you aren't. Talk to us. How did you get that bruise on your face?
Ryan: I told you I fell on my ass ding some D.I.Y
Kevin: You sure? We are here to help.
Ryan: Honestly I am fine.
Gary: How can you be fine? Look at the numbers they are going down? Or haven't you noticed?
Gary: Are you even logged on?
Ryan: Don't worry I will fix those numbers.
Gary: You better or Terry is going have your ass on a platter.
Ryan: Or yours.
(They chuckled)
Gary: You need to buss a nut man. RELLAXXXXX!
Ryan: I need to buss your head through this screen.
(They all laughed. Ryan remained quiet.)
Ryan: Look I've got a headache, I'm gonna shoot off.
Gary: Damn, You ok?
Ryan: Yeah I'm good but I think these numbers are stressing me out.
Kevin: You are Houdini with the numbers!
Ryan: And now for my disappearing act.
(He stood up and logged off.)
Ryan: Tell Terry he can kiss my ass.
Gary: I will pass the message on.
Ryan: See you assholes tomorrow.
(He left the building quietly. It was early in the afternoon. His marriage was on the rocks but Angel seemed to have come at the right time. As he drove down he saw there was some road works and diversion.)
Officer: Move it this way sir.
Ryan: What's going on?
Officer: You can't read?
Ryan: This isn't convenient.
Officer: Well I want the Knicks to play with pride and win games but you can't always get what you want in life sir, now move along!
(He drove to the back of the house and parked up. He wanted to apologise to Patricia again and offer her an olive branch at the very least. At least that way the could end gracefully and minimise the bad blood. He got out and saw a skateboard and a few bikes just laying on the floor. He cursed at this under his breath.)
Ryan: Damn kids.
(The back gate was unlocked. He walked through his garden to the back door. He opened the kitchen door through the back. He was happy because this mean't that Patricia was at home. He could smell that food had been cooked. He climbed the stairs slowly, he opened the door slowly and to his horror Patricia was not in the room by herself. He was half naked straddling Jack!)
Patricia: What the hell! You were supposed to be at work!
Ryan: WHAT THE HELL!?
Patricia: Ryan, calm down, it's not what it looks like-
Ryan: It is exactly what it looks like! You are sleeping with a kid!
Jack: I'm not a kid-
Ryan: You son of a bitch! Shut the hell up!
Patricia: I didn't want you to find out like this!
Ryan: Patricia!
Jack: Its different ok, I love her!
Ryan: Are you out of your mind?!
(Ryan moved towards to Jack quickly. Patricia leapt in front of him.)
Jack: Get away from me!
Patricia: Please Ryan! He's just a kid!
Ryan: I can't believe this, the whole time you made it seem like you hated him.
Patricia: Ryan!
Ryan: So every time I went to church, this is what was going on? All those times you were taking trips it was with him? Does your Mom know?
Jack: Umm no, are you going to tell her?
(He stood there in his boxers.)
Ryan: You come into my home, you sleep with my wife, I've been giving you money to help out but the whole time you've been a disloyal punk.
Jack: Well I know her! I understand her! You never understood her only me!
Ryan: So it was you texting her the other night?
(The room fell silent.)
Patricia: Baby please, I know this doesn't look-
Ryan: Were you ever planning to have children with me? Did you ever want to work things out?
Patricia: Stop, please!
(Ryan took his phone out and dialled.)
Ryan: Please could you come? I need you more than ever? Ok bye
Patricia: WHO THE HELL DID YOU CALL!?
Jack: Please Sir! I hope that wasn't my Mom. I will leave now and never come back again, just don't tell my parents. Don't bring them here!
Ryan: Leave and never come back? That means you will see her somewhere else out of my sight. But don't worry Jacky boy, I'm done with her, you can have her.
Patricia: What?!
Ryan: What do you mean what?? After all you've put me through? I'm done with you! You are psychopath, a selfish whore. I don't know how I fell in love with you.
(The room fell silent again. Patricia sat on the edge of the bed in tears. Jack put his arm around her and she pushed him off. Ryan stared at both of them. Nobody moved an inch, the room was deadly silent for almost 10 minutes. His phone rang it was Angel.)
Angel: I'm outside, lets go.
Ryan: I am coming down.
Angel: Is she at home?
Ryan: Yes but I don't care, lets go.
Angel: Good.
(He began to pack some clothes in a sports bag. He took some toiletries and towels. He didn't say a word or look at Patricia or Jack.)
Jack: Please Sir was that my Mom?
Ryan: No.
Patricia: Where are you going?
Ryan: Somewhere, anywhere.
Patricia: You are leaving me?
Jack: You still have me.
(Ryan walked down there stairs to the back.)
Patricia: RYAN! RYAN! RYAN! Damn you if you are so weak then leave!
(He ignored her cries and walked through the kitchen. Angel was stood outside the garden. She wore black trousers, black sneakers and black gloves with a scarf. She smiled at Ryan as he came outside.)
Ryan: Thank you.
(She hugged him)
Angel: Who is in the house baby?
Ryan: Let's just go, I will explain everything.
(Patricia ran down the stairs screaming his name, she came to a halt when she saw him with Angel. Tears were streaming down her face.)
Patricia: Who the hell is this skank??
Ryan: The only skank here is you.
Patricia: I have never seen this tramp before! Who the hell is she?
Ryan: She's my friend now shut the hell up and leave me alone, I'm leaving you.
Patricia: You can't leave me! YOU CAN'T!
Angel: Stop screaming lady, you are bringing too much attention to us.
Patricia: Don't give me rules in my own house sugar!
Angel: (Grins) Let's do this inside if you want to have a shouting match.
(Patricia shot Ryan a glaring look.)
Patricia: Get this skank off my property!
(Ryan grimaced.)
Ryan: Ok lets get inside.
(He led Angel into his house. Jack was sat on the chair he was still topless. He stared at the floor.)
Patricia: Me and my husband have an issue, we need to fix it-
Angel: Yeah?
Ryan: Angel its fine don't worry-
(Angel reached into the her hip and pulled out a revolver.)
Ryan: ANGEL! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!? PUT THAT AWAY!
(Patricia screamed.)
Patricia: YOU CRAZY BITCH WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
(Angel was silent, she glanced at Jack, whose face was blank. She turned the gun to Ryan's head.)
Angel: Thanks kid
(She winked at Jack.)
Ryan: Please Angel, don't do this. I will give you whatever-
(She quickly turned the gun to Patricia and shot her in the head. She slumped on the floor immediately and died there.)
Ryan: NOOOOOO!!! PATRICIAAA!!!
Jack: What the hell! NOOOO! NOOOO!! You said you would kill him! Not her! This wasn't the plan!
Angel: Shut up kid.
Jack: I love her! We were supposed to run away!
Ryan: How could you do this? WHYYY?? WHYY??
(He held Patricia's dead body, rocking back and forth. He was wailing in despair.)
Ryan: How could you? I loved you! I trusted you!
(Jack stared wide eyed at Patricia's dead body. Angel's face was blank, there was no emotion.)
Angel: Sorry kid, the deal has changed. Thank you for your help.
(Her phone rang and she answered.)
Angel: You can come in now.
Ryan: What! Who?
Angel: Too much talking Sir.
(Diego came into the house holding a pistol. Jack and Ryan were in shock.)
Diego: You did good kid, thank you for your help. Hi Daddy.
(He smiled at Angel.)
Angel: Hey Papi.
Diego: Where is the money kid?
Jack: Umm, please don't kill me.
Diego: It's ok you won't die. Just get the cash, don't try and escape.
Angel: Follow him upstairs.
(He followed Jack up the stairs with his gun held at the back of his head. Angel still kept the gun pointed at Ryan. Within a few minutes Jack came down with a briefcase filled with money, it was $200,000.)
Angel: Is that all?
Jack: Yes ma'am, she took the money out the other day, she told me that we would run away so she took out some cash.
Diego: Ryan I know you have more cash, I have my laptop, do the bank transfer and I won't kill you.
Ryan: Please don't kill me.
Jack: Just do what he say quickly.
Ryan: You wanted me killed? Why?
Jack: I loved her.
Diego: Enough of the love story, I need that cash.
(He pushed the laptop in front of Ryan. He logged into his accounts and made transfers of up to $300,000 to three different accounts. Diego checked them and when he was satisfied he nodded at Angel.)
Diego: It was a pleasure doing business with you.
Ryan: So you guys have been planning this the whole time?
Angel: Don't take it personal. I had fun with you, you are a nice guy.
Diego: Patricia was a nice lady too but business is business.
(He raised the pistol at Ryan and shot him. He dropped dead instantly. Jack yelped. Diego took the clip out of the gun and smiled at Jack.)
Diego: I said I wouldn't kill you amigo. Here you go, take this.
(He held the gun towards Jack.)
Jack: No
Angel: Don't be stupid kid.
Jack: If my finger prints go on the weapon then the cops will think I did this.
Diego: He's a clever kid??
Angel: Very.
Diego: If you don't hold this gun, Angel will blow your brains out too.
(Jack burst into tears. Diego moved in on him and passed him the gun. Angel took out her cell phone and began to exit the back door.)
Angel: 911! THERE HAS BEEN A SHOOTING! PLEASE COME QUICK I'M SCARED! SOME WHITE KID JUST FIRED SHOTS!
(Jack sank on his knees crying. Diego and Angel ran out of the house and hopped into Diego's low rider. And sped off. They laughed as they flew down the streets. They could see cops going in the opposite direction.)
Angel: Piece of cake huh?
Diego: Dummies.
Angel: Poor kid will be looking at multiple life sentences.
Diego: He needs to come out of his comfort zone, you need that to grow.
Angel: You think he will rat?
Diego: Of course he will but by then we will be long gone. They will do an autopsy and see semen and DNA all over her and inside her. . My guess is that she told him that Ryan treated her badly, poor kid believed everything and took it personally. Its insane, perfect neighbourhood, perfect house but yet so much terrors unknown to everybody.
Angel: And they say we are from the bad side of town.
Diego: Patricia tried with me when I first started training her but I knocked her back, I think that knocked her fragile confidence even more. Pushed her right into the hands of good ol Jack.
Angel: The miscarriage.
Diego: Yep. Ryan told you that too huh?
Angel: Yep
Diego: Patricia warmed to me quickly, that was easy enough. She told me all her secrets, even about the affair. It wasn't easy befriending Jack but I managed to wriggle myself in there, he told me everything. The kid was hitting her regularly. Poor kid thought he was in love, I still remember the day he told me about her outside the gym, that was the same day he told me he wanted Ryan dead.
Angel: Ryan thought he would run away with me and Jack thought we would run away with Patricia.
Diego: Haha!
Angel: Ryan was a sweet guy but Patricia wasn't any good, we saved him some hassle by knocking her off. They were in a toxic cycle.
Diego: Ha! And we are off to Mehiicoooooo!!!
(They looked at each other and laughed all the way to the highway headed towards Mexico.)
The End
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