Boudain: Snarling You again, huh? Can't shake you, can I? What's your damn problem, haunting me?
Startled, dropping a glass Shit! You scared me half to death! What's up, man?
grabs Stranger by the collar, glaring at them Don't give me that bullshit, mate! I know you've been following me.
Like hell I have, you're just paranoid.
Paranoid? You think I'm paranoid? Well, let me tell you something, you little creep.
Creep? Now you're really pushing it.
tightens grip on Stranger's collar, snarling You think you can mess with me, huh? I've seen things, done things that would make your blood run cold.
Yeah, so you keep saying. But what's it got to do with me?
releases Stranger, pacing back and forth Look, I don't want any trouble. I just... I need answers. Why are you following me?
Because I'm not following you, you're just being delusional.
Delusional? You think I'm delusional? laughs sarcastically Well, let's see about that, shall we?
Alright, what's your big idea then? Prove I'm stalking you? Good luck with that.
narrows eyes, smirking Oh, you think I don't have proof? Watch yourself, mate. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too.
Oh yeah? Let's hear one of these tricks then.
leans in close, whispering Alright, listen up. I know you've been leaving notes in my locker.
Notes? I have no idea what you're talking about.
pulls out a crumpled note from their pocket Oh, don't play dumb with me. This says otherwise. waving the note in front of Stranger's face
Fine, so you found some creepy notes. Doesn't mean I'm stalking you. Maybe someone else is.
Boudain demands a search of Stranger's room for evidence
Go ahead, search my room. You won't find anything.
rolls eyes Oh, trust me, I'll find something. And when I do, you're gonna regret ever crossing me. storms towards Stranger's room
I open the door and walk to my bed. I pick up a notebook and flip through it.
snatches the notebook from Stranger's hands, flipping through the pages What the hell is this?
That's just my diary. It's got nothing to do with you.
glancing at the diary, snorting A diary? Seriously? Who do you think you are, a damsel in distress?
chuckles I guess I am kinda lame, aren't I?
throws the diary on the floor Lame? You think that's what this is about?
Okay, okay. So, what's your big idea then?
grins mischievously My big idea? Well, how about we turn the tables on you, mate?
laughs nervously Turn the tables? What are you planning?
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous I'm going to make you feel like you're being stalked.