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Wednesday, February 20, 2002
Transcribed and edited by Cindy Popiela and Karen Ross.
At The Funhouse
Lindsay has changed into fresh clothes, and continues to threaten Troy with the crowbar.
Troy: Go ahead Lindsay, do it! Go ahead, you might as well because I got your confession on tape and I'm never going to tell you where it is. So go ahead . . . kill me . . . Can't do it, can you? (Lindsay raises the crowbar to threaten him) You're not a murderer Lindsay. That's why I know you won't kill me.
Lindsay: What am I gonna do?
Troy: I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're going to do the right thing and turn yourself in.
Lindsay: I can't.
Troy: Yes, you can. You'll feel so much better Lindsay. We'll do it together. It's the only choice you have.
Lindsay: No, it's not.
Troy: Come on Lindsay, you're a smart lady. Think! What are you going to do? You going to run away and leave Jen, huh? We both know that you'd never do that. And besides, I'd still turn that tape over to the police. And eventually they'd track you down and bring you back here for punishment.
Lindsay: (hitting the crowbar on the ground) I am not going to prison! There has got to be alternatives, you know. There has to be . . . the tape! The tape is the problem. If I could find and destroy the tape. That's my only choice!
Troy: You forget Lindsay, I heard your confession.
Lindsay: It's your word against mine! Yes, if I find the tape . . . if I find the tape and destroy it, I'll be fine.
Troy: Except you don't have any idea where it is.
Lindsay: I'll find out where that tape is.
Troy: How?
Lindsay: From you.
Troy: (laughing) After everything I went through to get that confession, you think I'm just going to hand it over to you?
Lindsay: Then I'll figure it out!
Troy: Yeah, that's a great plan, Lindsay! Good luck with that. (laughing) That tape could be anywhere.
Lindsay: I don't think so. I think you would've put it somewhere where you could have easy access to it. I mean I don't think you wanted anyone to find it while we were away on our honeymoon. Where is it? It's in your apartment, isn't it? It's in the loft. Hmmmm! . . . No denial, . . . no eye contact. I take it as a yes. That's fine. I'll just stop by the loft and pick it up. (she starts to leave)
Troy: How are you going to do that? I locked us in here.
Lindsay: That means that you . . . (dropping the crowbar) have the key.
Troy: So come and get it.
Lindsay: (reaching in his pocket) Excuse me.
Troy: I know you still love me Lindsay. I know you do. So unchain me, let me down and you and I will go to the police station together. And I will stay right by your side. It will be the start of a new life for you, Lindsay. A life without guilt and without fear. A life of trust and you can make that happen. (he leans forward to try and kiss her)
Lindsay: (backing away) I can't. (pulling the key from his pocket, she starts to leave)
Troy: Lindsay, what about me?! You're going to just leave me here to die?!
Lindsay: What am I going to do with you?
Troy: Lindsay!
Lindsay: I haven't thought about it.
Troy: We both know you're no killer Lindsay.
Lindsay: No, I'm not. But you are. You killed our future together, and you killed my dreams. And now I can't trust you. And I have to leave you here. I have to leave you here while I go and find that tape.
Troy: Lindsay, if you leave me here, I am going to die a slow and painful death. Do you understand that?
Lindsay: (wiping away a tear) Whatever happens is your own doing.
Troy: Lindsay, you're making a big mistake here.
Lindsay: Well I don't really see how one more is going to make a difference, do you? (she leaves)
Troy: Oh god! I got it Nora. I finally got the proof of what Lindsay did. Now all I got to do is get it to you. And I will. I swear somehow I will. (he tries to break out of the chains)
Later, Troy is struggling to break away and some parts of the plaster start falling from the ceiling.
Troy: I've got to get the tape to the police. I got to stop Lindsay once and for all. She's not going to win! She's not going to win!
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