Lisa and Tanya left the theater, Lisa still feeling incredibly apprehensive and as if she were fated to a doom filled with unimaginable horrors. Tanya clung to Lisa's arm and babbled excitedly.
"And then that part where he goes, 'No, baby. It's you.' I was like, oh my god! I mean, could he be more romantic? I just like-"
"Uh, yeah, Tanya, it was great. Um, so, listen, I um, have to, meet someone," Lisa stuttered, cutting her off.
Tanya looked slightly crestfallen. "Who?"
Lisa paused, struck suddenly with an idea. "Uh-my dad."
"This late?" Tanya questioned suspiciously.
"Yeah, uh, well, you know how he is," Lisa chuckled nervously. She was desperate.
"Can I stay?" Tanya begged. "I haven't seen Uncle Joe in, like, forever."
Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. "Sure!"
They sat talking for over fifteen minutes until Lisa glanced over Tanya's shoulder from the bench they were sitting at and saw Jackson leaning on the wall, looking irritated. He drew back his jacket, knowing Lisa could see him, and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a number and began speaking. Lisa could hear what he was saying.
"Yeah, Dan? I don't think she's going to. Yup. Go ahead."
Lisa jumped up and panicked, startling Tanya. "Uh, listen, Tanya, I don't think he's going to show, so-um-maybe you should go."
Tanya shot Lisa a confused look. "Okay? What about you?"
"I'm-going to wait a bit longer." Lisa looked back over Tanya's shoulder. He shot her a smirk but still held the phone.
Tanya cheerfully sat back down. "I'll stay with you, then."
Lisa desperately chewed her lip and felt like screaming, but she just replied forcefully, "No, Tanya. Go home."
Tanya looked startled and slightly hurt but she stood up and walked out the door.
"O-Okay. Bye, Lisa."
Lisa breathed a sigh of relief as Jackson clicked the phone shut and walked over.
"It's about time," he said in an annoyed tone. "Did you honestly think that work? Thought you were smarter than that, Leese."
Lisa angrily glared at him as her temper rose. "Yeah, well, I've forgotten what I'd learned in those stress management courses."
Jackson scoffed. "What ever happened to that shy, confused, crying Lisa?"
"That Lisa disappeared when the pen connected with your neck," Lisa replied indignantly.
Jackson angrily but subconsciously reached up and rubbed a scar on his neck. Then he grabbed Lisa's arm and created the illusion of a couple exiting the theatre for the benefit of the late movie-goers.
"Let go of me!" Lisa screamed, desperately trying to flail away from Jackson.
"Leese, dear, let's not make a scene? After all your cousin lives alone," Jackson said sweetly, but pointedly.
Lisa stared up at him, horrified, and then asked. "Where are we going?"
"To the car."
Lisa stopped dead in her tracks. Jackson grip tugged on her shirt, almost ripping it. "No way in hell am I going anywhere with you."
Jackson sneered at her. "Not like you ha ve a choice." He began to lead her out again.
"This is kidnapping!" Lisa began screaming. A few people glanced her way but otherwise paid no attention.
She continued to scream even when they were outside the building. Jackson grew irritated.
"Lisa! I mean it! You do one thing, one thing to piss me off and Tanya goes. I'm not going to be as lenient as last time!" He let his grip slide precariously close to her throat. Lisa made a slightly whimper-like noise and let him drag her out to a red Ford Escort.
Lisa tried to restraint her comment but couldn't hold in the dripping sarcasm. "Bit girly car, don't you think, Jack?"
Jackson shot her a simper and held open the passenger-side door for her. Realizing there was nothing else to do, she sat down and buckled up. The interior of the car was clean and bare except for a suitcase and briefcase tossed on the backseat. Jackson got in on the driver's side and began driving. He threw Lisa's purse in the trunk before he got in.
Lisa leaned her head back against her seat in defeat. "Look. I know why I'm here. It's pretty clear that you want revenge. So just hurry up and get it over with. Don't bother with threatening my family because I quit. I just quit."
Jackson sighed. "I don't want revenge," he paused. "Actually, I do. But that's not why you're here." Lisa clenched her jaw and looked up at him in surprise.
"What?"
Jackson shot her an annoyed glance. "Damn it, Lisa, do you ever listen?"
"Just call it female-driven logic," Lisa replied pompously.
"Or selective hearing," Jackson answered snidely. "I already told you, we're redoing the Keefe job and all you have to do is the same thing as last time. It's easy. Except this time we're doing it away from the public and its Tanya on the line, not your dad."
"Why does it have to be me?" Lisa asked, trying to conceal the whine in her voice.
"Because you're the only person with the pull we need," Jackson quoted.
"And after I finish, what? We go get lattes?" Lisa replied sarcastically.
"Sure," Jackson laughed. "If you want. I hear Starbucks has some good ones."
"Come on, you know that wouldn't happen. You'd just as soon kill me as let me go," Lisa snapped.
Jackson didn't reply as he swerved to miss hitting a small animal in the road, nearly running into the car in the other lane.
"Oh, so you'll kill people but you won't kill animals?" Lisa spat. "Is that some sort of hippie-dippie 'cleanse the world of human sin' thing?"
Jackson finally lost his temper and jerked the car to the edge of the road. He turned to face Lisa. "Listen, Leese, this is getting old really fast, this high-and-mighty-I'm-so-special thing. Now I don't kill people. I manage their deaths. Think of me as...as vigilante."
Lisa made a noise of disbelief. "Vigilante. That's a new one. And if that's so, Jack. Then why were you chasing me through my house with a knife? Going to give me a nice chic haircut for my troubles?"
"No," Jackson responded angrily. "I'll admit, I let my temper get the best of me. But I'm going to warn you, it's getting pretty high right now and I'm sick of explaining shit about the Red Eye day."
"Just keep driving, Jack," Lisa replied in disgust. "The sooner we get to wherever the hell we're going, the better."