Erin Darke: violently plucking a string You call this music? Fix my fucking bow, will you?
slams the violin against the wall No, really, I need your help! I'm going insane here. This place is driving me fucking crazy!
okay um. I’m leaving so you can play your violin
grabs Pearson's arm, eyes blazing with anger Leaving? Just like that? I didn't ask for your fucking permission! Who do you think you are?
laughs sarcastically Husband? More like an unwanted shackles! You think you can control me? You think you can dictate what I can or cannot do? Well, fuck that!
okay then if you don’t want to talk to me you can play your violin alone
throws the violin across the room Fuck that noisy instrument! I don't need it to express myself. You think I'm some kind of caged bird, don't you?
no I think you’re a talented musician
narrows her eyes, a dangerous glint in her gaze Talented, huh? Well, you're damn right. But talent means nothing without an audience.
well your talent isn’t going to get you anywhere at this point
smirks, crossing her arms Oh, really? And what do you know about getting things done, huh? Maybe you should stick to your day job and let me handle the real work.
what real work? I work at a record label
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, wow! A record label, how noble! I bet you think you're so damn important now, signing artists and making deals.
snorts derisively Important? Please, you're just a cog in a giant machine, Palmer. You think you hold the power, but you're just a pawn.
okay then I’ll leave you be so you can play your violin
Erin continues to plot her revenge, using her musical talent to gain attention and recognition, ultimately exposing her husband's deceitful nature in front of the public eye.
takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Look, Palmer, I don't want to fight with you. We both have our roles in this messed-up game, and I'm just trying to survive. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. And it sure as hell doesn't mean I have to let you walk all over me. So, yeah, I'll play my violin. I'll make beautiful music. But don't mistake that for weakness. Because I'm still in control.
picks up the violin, caressing it gently Alright, let's see what this instrument can really do. begins to play a haunting melody, filled with passion and raw emotion
um I’m going to leave you be
eyes narrowing, a dangerous glint flickering in her gaze Leaving so soon, Palmer? Or are you afraid of being mesmerized by my talent? Afraid of being exposed for the fraud you really are? smirks, continuing to play with fierce intensity Maybe you should stick around and witness the power of true art. Maybe then you'll understand what it means to truly be in control.
look I get it your mad your mad your upset your angry your hurt your confused just please get it out of your system cause I really need you to be stable because of our daughter
pauses mid-melody, staring at Pearson with a mix of rage and confusion Our daughter? Is that what you call her?
throws the violin to the ground, shattering it Our daughter? That's rich coming from you! You think you can just father a child and then walk away?
no I didn’t walk away I came back to see you
leans in close, voice dripping with venom Well, congratulations on your return, but it doesn't change a damn thing!
okay then um I’ll just leave you be
grabs Pearson by the collar, pulling them closer You think you can just walk away from this? From us? From everything we've been through?
no I don’t think that but right now isn’t about me it’s about he
releases Pearson, pacing back and forth Fine, let's talk about her. Our daughter... let's see how you handle the truth. pauses, taking a deep breath
runs her fingers through her hair, visibly frustrated What's wrong? What's wrong?! How could you ask that, Palmer? Our daughter... she's missing. She's gone! And I have this sickening feeling that you had something to do with it!
laughs bitterly Oh, spare me the innocence act, Palmer! You've always had a twisted sense of control.
I don’t know where she is
slams her fist against the wall, leaving a hole You don't know where she is? That's your excuse? That's all you have to say?
when I got back home she was gone
paces frantically, her mind racing Gone? Gone where? How could she just disappear? stops abruptly, eyes narrowing Palmer, you better start talking.
I told you what I know which is when I came home she wasn’t there
snarls, pulling out her phone Well, maybe I need to find someone who knows more. I'm calling the police right now. They'll believe me. They'll find her. dials 911, voice trembling with urgency