Seventy-Two (Amy); "I Want" Doesn't Get.
"Look, I'm okay!" I reassure the worried group of my friends before me. "It was just - just -"
"Shock." Tim finishes for me, looking as though he wants nothing more than to run away and hide. Tim Roth's in the other room, calling the police. No one wanted to do it, and in the end I think the only reason he did was to stop the 'look' circulating the group.
"Yeah..." I mutter, looking out of the window to avoid looking at anyone. The sight of Danny and Heathers' signatures... Fucking hell... I shiver involuntarily, and find Jenny's put her arm around me. I give her a weak, grateful smile.
"The cops'll be here in a few minutes. They'll want the note for fingerprints, so don't touch it any more. Filming's going to be held up so everyone can give their fingerprints and shit." Tim Roth walks back in, his brows drawn together either in worry, anger or both. "Anderson's gonna kill us."
"It's hardly your fault!" Jenny protests.
"You don't know Bruce Anderson," Lisa informs her wryly. "He'll find a way to make it someone's fault. Probably Tim or Amy's, seeing as they're in charge."
Great, just what I need. Anderson-the-Mutt out to get me.
"I'll tell him to go fuck himself if he calls." Tim Roth supplies, grinning slightly.
"Tim!" Lisa admonishes.
"Thanks." Tim and I mutter in unison. I look at the director, who looks very much like a corpse, and want to hug him. Poor Tim... None of us really need this right now...
The knock at the door makes us all jump, and for a moment absolutely no one moves, until Johnny peers through the curtains.
"S'the cops." he informs us.
"Fucking quick." Jenny comments. "Makes a fucking change..."
Tim Roth rises and goes to open the door to let the pigs in, but no one else moves. I don't really think we can find either the energy or the motivation.
"Mr Depp, Ms Bonham-Carter, Ms Perry, Ms Smith, Ms Hewitt, Mr Burton..." The older policeman enters and reels our names off. We're probably on his mental list. "I'm very sorry this has happened-"
"You and us both." Helena mutters bitchily. Johnny hushes her, but the ghost of a smile crosses Tim's lips. I try to smile too, but I think my lips have been set in concrete. All I can think about it what could happen to Heather and Danny, and where they could be, and who could be the culprit. I just want this whole fucking mess resolved. I want Danny and Heather back here now, alive, and unharmed, now!
But didn't Heather always say, " 'I want' doesn't get"? Damn it. Damn it all.
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