Velvicide

Thank you for calling National Suicide Prevention Safe Line.

This is Callum speaking.

How may I assist you today?

Be of assistance.

What is this, GrubHub?

No ma'am, this is Suicide Prevention Safe Line.

You called the safe line.

This is Callum speaking.

You said that already.

I see intelligence

is a high priority in your company.

Uh, so miss, I have a few questions for you today.

Oh, Roxanne.

Miss Roxanne.

No, just Roxanne.

Okay, Roxanne, I just have a few questions here.

Are you thinking of sui

Thinking of suicide.

Have you ever thought about suicide in the last two months?

Have you attempted to kill yourself?

Blah, blah, blah.

I know the whole spiel, Callum.

You think you're really gonna save a life

Reading from a damn script?

Okay.

No script?

Uh, what do you want to talk about, Roxanne?

I want to kill my deadbeat husband.

I've been calling for months and

y'all keep talking to me out of this.

You even sent a policeman to my front door.

Um, miss, uh

Roxanne, uh, I shouldn't have to tell you this, but it's

against the law to murder

someone, uh, even if it is your husband.

See, was that so hard? Way better than a script, am I right?

Well, like I said, you can't just murder someone.

Yes, you can.

Murder-suicide. People do it all the time. And to answer your

script's question, you bet your ass I've thought about

suicide over the last two months.

Hell, years, maybe.

Oh, Roxanne, I don't really know if I'm, uh, qualified to-I'm

just gonna switch you over to my supervisor.

Oh, you don't get rid of me that easily. You switch me over?

And I'll do it.

Just give me a reason. I dare you.

Okay. Uh-oh.

Okay, uh, what do you want me to do, Roxanne?

I want you to listen.

I'm listening.

Do you hear that?

Do I have to put you on speaker?

No, no, no, I-I'm listening. Uh, clicking, right?

Do you know what that clicking is?

I have no idea.

Well, I'll help you.

You're not gonna find that anywhere in your script, Callum.

That there's a sound of a nine

millimeter bullet being loaded into a gun.

My husband's Walther to be exact.

Kind of ironic if you think about it.

Something he keeps around the house for protection.

Uh, Roxanne, I'm-I'm gonna go ahead and transfer you.

I must have done this a dozen times.

Always loading and unloading this thing.

Listen, Roxanne.

Just hoping I'd have the brass to do what needs to be done.

Roxanne, you don't have to do this.

Hold on. I'm gonna stop you right there.

Because, yes, I do.

I do have to do this, Callum.

The bastard's been getting away with this for far too long.

Roxanne.

Put the gun down.

You called me.

You obviously want me to stop you.

Well, this is me stopping you.

So please, put it down.

Roxanne!

Damn signal.

I lost you there for a minute.

You were saying?

I was just saying.

Roxanne?

Roxanne?

Roxanne?

Callum?

Are you still there?

Roxanne, what the hell?

You can't just

Oh, Callum.

I wish I'd seen your face.

Who the hell

Oh, and you should have seen his face.

There's blood everywhere.

What's it say in your script

about blood everywhere?

Oh, don't go quiet on me now.

I don't want to be alone when I do this.

Uh, have you been having feelings of helplessness?

Or hopelessness?

Do you feel trapped?

Oh, Callum.

You're better than this.

Talk to me like a real human being.

And to answer your question,

no, I don't feel trapped.

Not anymore.

Roxanne, I-I think we should really call someone.

Ya know?

I've seen a lot of dead bodies in my time.

Well, mostly funerals and TV.

It just looks different when you're the one who's done it.

Rox-Roxanne, we really need to get you some help.

You've helped me enough, hun.

Well, Callum,

looks like this is where you and I part ways.

You know what they say.

A squeaky wheel gets the grease.

I was tempted.

Tempted by your smile.

I was Tempted.

And for a little while

I was certain.

That I will be the one to change you.

And you will be mine.

You will be mine.

I was Tempted.

But tempted I'm no more

I've attempted.

What was never done before.

Drop the curtains.

No one ever changes no one.

Farewell and Goodbye.

Let's start with your name.

Tell us who you are and why we're here today.

My name, right.

My name is Velvet Stevens.

And this is my story.

Velvet.

Why were you here today, Velvet?

Why were you here today?

We're here because of what happened to me.

I was kidnapped by a deranged masked man.

I was locked in a garage chained to a massive metal safe.

He took months of my life from me.

We're here today because I want to tell the world my story.

And I want...

Maybe by telling it, I don't know.

Maybe by telling it, I can find out.

Well, I can find this bastard who did

this to me and slit his fucking throat.

Let's start from the beginning.

Why don't you tell us about that first night?

The night he took you, the night it all began.

I want to say that night was like any other.

But it wasn't.

I was going through my nightly routine, getting ready for bed.

The only thing slightly jarring was my

then boyfriend and I had an agreement.

He decided to break it that night.

What?

I want a vacuum.

I'm serious.

Damn cat of yours. Dander literally everywhere.

I feel like I have to wear socks around

here all the time just thinking about it.

You're right. You should wear socks.

You'd be doing us all a favor.

Ah ha. Hilarious.

Any word on your father?

I'm sure he's going to be okay.

I mean, doctors, they...

What are you doing here, Kyle?

You promised.

The only communication we agreed on is over the phone.

Right, yeah. About that...

How the hell did you get inside, anyway?

Your front door. It was unlocked.

I knocked, but you were...

You see, that is exactly what I'm talking about right there.

You want to help?

You want to satisfy your savior complex?

Suck it.

I'm sorry?

You heard me. Suck it.

The carpet, you dipshit. You said you wanted a vacuum.

Vacuum.

Okay, I'm about to take a shower. I

want you out of here by the time I'm done.

No, no, no.

No, you heard me. Phone only. Next.

Next time you want to talk, that was our deal.

Phone only. Got it.

How long are we going to keep doing this?

This separation?

It's killing me, babe.

The vacuum's in the downstairs closet.

Be gone by the time I get out.