July, Week 4, "Craft" --- THE TRIALS OF AMBER WOOD
…
“Hello?”
“Audrey Newman, I want you to listen carefully. You’re currently working on the set of a film called The Trials of Amber Wood. Is this correct?”
“Yes, who am I talking to? How did you get this number?”
“Who I am is of no importance. Who you are is.”
“What are you talking about? Listen…Frank? If this is you, I can’t get you on the set and even if I can, you won’t get anywhere near Claire Lunsford.”
“No, this isn’t Frank, but we are very interested in Claire Lunsford. Miss Newman, this movie cannot be made. As such, Claire Lunsford must die.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“And this isn’t a joke. You are going to help us, whether you want to or not.”
… …
“As you can see, we are serious in our threats.”
“STOP FOLLOWING ME!”
“All you have to do is kill her and we will leave you alone.”
“Why? What is it that you want?!”
“We already told you want we want. Kill her.”
“I’m calling the police.”
“I’d advise against-
… … …
“We’re growing inpatient.”
“You broke into my house.”
“After our last conversation and your little visit to Detective Frank Larassa, we’ve decided to make it clear how imperative our demands are. You stopped answering your phones, so we decided to supply you with one. And you may have noticed that it’s a little quiet in the apartment.”
“My God…YOU FUCKER! No, no, no, no…”
“We regret that it has to come to this, but we are on a deadline. The final days of shooting are coming up. Miss Newman, a dog is nothing more than a creature companion, but a son-
---You stay the hell away from him!”
“Who is Claire Lunsford to you?! She’s NOTHING! Just a prissy little Hollywood cunt that rose to fame being the inspiration of adolescent wet dreams.”
“She doesn’t deserve to die. Why her? Why ME?”
“You’re in the circle. You can get to her. You’re head of crafts service, Miss Newman.”
… … … …
“Where’s my son?! I swear to God if you harm him-
---You’ll do what? Don’t make threats, and don’t even think about going back to your detective boyfriend. Do it and we’ll kill him.”
“Please….she’s a nobody….you said so yourself. Why are you doing this?”
“She’s part of a bigger picture. You have two days. Kill Claire Lunsford, or you’ve killed your only son.”
… … … … …
“You came. I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Audrey….”
“They had our son, Frank! Don’t you even care? I HAD to do it.”
“Claire Lunsford is dead, Audrey. And so is our son. You HAVE to move on.”
“How can you say that?”
“The miscarriage was years ago.”
“No, no, no, NO! He’s alive! And they have him. How can you just sit there?”
“I stopped by your apartment. What the fuck happened? There’s a dead dog in your kitchen, and your room…there are pictures of her everywhere-the walls, the floor, and in every single one them, her face is scratched out. Look at me Audrey, how long has this been going on?”
“Ever since you left me…for her, left me to care for our child by myself.”
“What are you talking about? You do even hear yourself?! This doesn’t make any sense!....I left because after we lost the child, I-I just couldn’t-I…Claire Lunsford had nothing to do anything. I’ve never even met her. YOU have. And Audrey, you’ve killed her.”
“Hello?”
“Audrey Newman, I want you to listen carefully. You’re currently working on the set of a film called The Trials of Amber Wood. Is this correct?”
“Yes, who am I talking to? How did you get this number?”
“Who I am is of no importance. Who you are is.”
“What are you talking about? Listen…Frank? If this is you, I can’t get you on the set and even if I can, you won’t get anywhere near Claire Lunsford.”
“No, this isn’t Frank, but we are very interested in Claire Lunsford. Miss Newman, this movie cannot be made. As such, Claire Lunsford must die.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“And this isn’t a joke. You are going to help us, whether you want to or not.”
… …
“As you can see, we are serious in our threats.”
“STOP FOLLOWING ME!”
“All you have to do is kill her and we will leave you alone.”
“Why? What is it that you want?!”
“We already told you want we want. Kill her.”
“I’m calling the police.”
“I’d advise against-
… … …
“We’re growing inpatient.”
“You broke into my house.”
“After our last conversation and your little visit to Detective Frank Larassa, we’ve decided to make it clear how imperative our demands are. You stopped answering your phones, so we decided to supply you with one. And you may have noticed that it’s a little quiet in the apartment.”
“My God…YOU FUCKER! No, no, no, no…”
“We regret that it has to come to this, but we are on a deadline. The final days of shooting are coming up. Miss Newman, a dog is nothing more than a creature companion, but a son-
---You stay the hell away from him!”
“Who is Claire Lunsford to you?! She’s NOTHING! Just a prissy little Hollywood cunt that rose to fame being the inspiration of adolescent wet dreams.”
“She doesn’t deserve to die. Why her? Why ME?”
“You’re in the circle. You can get to her. You’re head of crafts service, Miss Newman.”
… … … …
“Where’s my son?! I swear to God if you harm him-
---You’ll do what? Don’t make threats, and don’t even think about going back to your detective boyfriend. Do it and we’ll kill him.”
“Please….she’s a nobody….you said so yourself. Why are you doing this?”
“She’s part of a bigger picture. You have two days. Kill Claire Lunsford, or you’ve killed your only son.”
… … … … …
“You came. I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Audrey….”
“They had our son, Frank! Don’t you even care? I HAD to do it.”
“Claire Lunsford is dead, Audrey. And so is our son. You HAVE to move on.”
“How can you say that?”
“The miscarriage was years ago.”
“No, no, no, NO! He’s alive! And they have him. How can you just sit there?”
“I stopped by your apartment. What the fuck happened? There’s a dead dog in your kitchen, and your room…there are pictures of her everywhere-the walls, the floor, and in every single one them, her face is scratched out. Look at me Audrey, how long has this been going on?”
“Ever since you left me…for her, left me to care for our child by myself.”
“What are you talking about? You do even hear yourself?! This doesn’t make any sense!....I left because after we lost the child, I-I just couldn’t-I…Claire Lunsford had nothing to do anything. I’ve never even met her. YOU have. And Audrey, you’ve killed her.”