Paul. [Paul awakens to see Annie] I know you've been out.
You've been out of your room.
No I haven't.
Paul, my little ceramic penguin in the study always faces due South.
I don't know what you're talking about. Ceramic penguin? [searches under the bed for the kitchen knife he snuck in earlier]
[pulls out the knife, revealing she secretly took it out from under his bed after drugging him]
Is this what you're looking for? I know you've been out twice, Paul. First, I couldn't figure out how you did it. But last night, I found your key. I know I left my scrapbook out. I can imagine what you might be thinking of me. But you see, Paul, it's all okay. Last night it came so clear. I realized you just need more time. Eventually you'll come to accept the idea of being here. Paul, do you know about the early days at the Kimberly diamond mines? Do you know what they did to the native workers who stole diamonds? Don't worry, they didn't kill them. That would be like junking your Mercedes just because it had a broken spring. No, if they caught them, they had to make sure they could go on working, but they also had to make sure they could never run away this operation was called "hobbling". [Annie places a piece of wood between Paul's ankles]
Annie, whatever you're thinking about doing, please don't do it. [Annie picks up a sledgehammer] Annie, for God's...
Shh darling, trust me.
God's sake...
It's for the best.
Annie, please! [Annie swings the sledgehammer at Paul's left ankle, breaking it; Paul screams in agonizing pain]
Almost done. Just one more. [Annie swings the sledgehammer at Paul's right ankle, breaking it; Paul again screams] God, I love you.
