Mary: "Where did everyone go?"
Anthony: "They ran out while you were in the kitchen."
Mary: "Why are you still here?"
Anthony: "I'm a doctor. I tried…"

Anthony glanced sadly at the very dead police officer lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Mary tried to nod reassuringly as Bill pushed her forward with the barrel of the gun.

Bill: "Shut up. Both of you."

The phone on the wall next to the kitchen door rang, startling both Mary and Bill.

Bill: "Answer that. Tell them you're closed."

Mary picked up the phone without breaking eye contact with the gunman.

Mary: "Hello?"
Agent Tables: "May I speak to Bill, please?"
Mary: "Bill who?"
Agent Tables: "The man holding you hostage."
Mary: "Oh, right. Bill, I presume? It's for you."

Mary held the phone out to Bill, who looked at it warily.

Bill: "Who is it?"
Mary: "I didn't ask."
Bill: "Then find out."
Mary: "Okay… may I ask who's calling, please?"

Agent Tables: "This is Agent Tables with the FBI. We're still trying to get a handle on the situation. There was a call of one officer down, and we're missing a second. Is he still inside?"
Mary: "No."
Agent Tables: "Okay. I just need you to remain calm. We're going to get you out of there. I just need you to hand the phone to Bill."

Mary held the phone out to Bill again.

Mary: "It's the FBI."
Bill: "What do they want?"
Mary: "Oh for Christ's sake… yes, he wants to know what you want."
Agent Tables: "We just want to talk. That's all."

Mary was slightly unnerved by how calm the agent on the other end of the line sounded.

Mary: "They just want to talk to you, Bill."
Bill: "Fine."

Bill grabbed the phone and pushed Mary toward Anthony, who nudged her and nodded behind the bar, where a radio was still on. The volume was barely up enough to hear, but the jazz music the station normally played had been interrupted by a news bulletin. The description of the suspect given by the broadcaster was dead-on -- Deception Pass's most wanted man was holding them both hostage.

Mary and Anthony strained to listen.

Radio: "…seeking this man, who allegedly killed two people inside this apartment complex. A witness who wishes to remain anonymous tells us that the killer had been stalking the woman who lived here for several months…"
Bill: "You're not taking her away from me. Just stay out of my way."

Bill hung up the phone and turned his full attention back to Mary and Anthony. When he heard what they were listening to, he became visibly angry. He stood there for a moment, then raised the gun and shot out the radio. It sparked, smoked, and then went quiet.

Mary: "What's your deal?"
Bill: "You treated me like crap, and now you're going to pay for it."
Mary: "Working in a diner isn't punishment enough?"
Bill: "At least you have a job! You've made my life miserable, and I'm not going to take it anymore!"

Mary: "All I did was bring you a float you didn't like!"
Anthony: "Mary! Don't antagonize him."
Mary: "Would you quit saying that?"
Anthony: "Sorry."
Bill: "Is he bothering you?"
Mary: "What? No, of course not."

Bill narrowed his eyes at Anthony and pointed the gun at him. Mary's pulse quickened.

Mary: "Bill, I'm the one who fucked up your life. I think you should let him go."
Bill: "No way. You and your boyfriend are staying."
Mary: "I don't have a boyfriend."
Bill: "Yes you do. He said you were his girlfriend not fifteen minutes ago."

Bill put the gun back on Mary.

Mary: "I really think you should reconsider. It would be so much easier on you if it was just the two of us."
Bill: "As if you give a shit about me!"
Mary: "But I do! You're wrong about me. I do care about you."

Mary began to taste a bitterness like chewed up aspirin creeping up her throat.

Mary: "You're wrong about him, too. He's not my boyfriend. He's nobody. You should let him go, and the two of us will deal with this alone, together."
Bill: "But he said--"
Mary: "Shhh, I know. It didn't mean anything. We're just friends. Friends in a stressful situation. As I'm sure you remember, there were some very bad men here earlier, and we were all a little bit worried that we wouldn't see the sun rise again. People say stupid, crazy things in those types of situations. Isn't that right, Anthony?"

Anthony's expression gave nothing away about the emotion behind it. He maintained eye contact with Mary.

Anthony: "It's true. We barely know each other. It was just an extraordinary situation. Please, accept my apologies. I never would have said such a thing had I known…"
Mary: "That I could fall in love with you."
Anthony: "Right. Exactly."

Bill: "Fine, sure, whatever. But go out the back, and run into the woods."
Anthony: "Of course."
Mary: "And take a wooden spoon, or seven. There could be, um, wolves out there."
Anthony: "Wolves?"
Mary: "Or raccoons. Or wild squirrels. There could be evil, wild squirrels."

Bill: "She's right. The squirrels are evil. I'd give you my gun, but, well, you understand."
Anthony: "No, of course. I'll make due with… kitchen implements."
Mary: "Wooden spoons! Just wooden spoons!"
Anthony: "Okay, okay, wooden spoons. One in each hand.."
Bill: "Take whatever you want. But you leave the kitchen knives be or I'll shoot you faster than you can raise one to my throat."
Anthony: "Right. Goodnight, then."
Mary: "Later, Alligator."

The gunman held the swinging door to the kitchen open as Anthony walked through and slowly, deliberately made a production of collecting wooden spoons before walking out the back door to the alley. Bill then swiftly slid the bolt shut on the door and turned to face Mary.

Bill: "You practically ignored me all night."
Mary: "Sure I did. Don't you know anything about women? We like to play hard to get."
Bill: "What about now?"
Mary: "Like I said. We just play. The jig is pretty much up once you have a gun."

Bill: "That's right. You can't pretend anymore."
Mary: "Pretend what?"
Bill: "That I'm not more powerful than you."

The sour taste filled Mary's throat until she thought her teeth would rot away within moments if she didn't spit it out. She swallowed several times, unblinking, trying to will her mind to float above the scenario that was unfolding around her.

Mary: "I could never pretend that."
Bill: "Good. It's just a waste of time."
Mary: "I hate wasting time."
Bill: "I thought that about you."
Mary: "You did?"
Bill: "Yes. From the first moment I saw you."
Mary: "Oh? When was that?"

Bill looked at her in confusion.

Bill: "Tonight. When I came into the restaurant."
Mary: "Right. Of course. You just seem so… familiar. I didn't remember."
Bill: "Good. That should make it easier. You and me, that is. I had someone else, but that's over now. It's time to start fresh."

Mary: "Fresh how, exactly?"
Bill: "You and me, I think, we'll go away somewhere. For a while, anyway."
Mary: "For a while?"
Bill: "Well, yeah, it'll only last awhile. But I promise I'll make it worth it."
Mary: "And what about when a while is over?"

Bill: "Well, first of all, it's up to you how long it lasts. And when it's over… I guess I'll see you in heaven. You'll be waiting for me, with all of my Angels. The world is a beautiful place once you learn how to live in it. I'll find so many Angels."

The word 'Angel' made Mary recoil inwardly, and she instinctively started to step back. She'd heard Andrew Stone use it one too many times, and it conjured a vision of a real Angel, of someone who needed to die in order to take the title. She caught herself before Bill noticed and forced herself to remain steady, maintaining eye contact with the man in front of her.

Bill: "I like that. I like the way you look at me. It's like you really see me. Aren't you glad I made you see me?"

Mary focused intently; beginning to find it difficult to both hold Bill's gaze as well as make out the shapes reflected in his glasses. There was movement and brief flashes of light. Bill's eyes began to drift toward the front of the diner. Mary quickly took a step forward, taking Bill's face in her hands.

Mary: "That sounds beautiful. Perfect. I'm so glad… I'm so glad you came here tonight. I do see you, and I want to keep looking, there's so much more in you to see."

Bill smiled, almost shyly, as Mary tilted her head ever so slightly to the left. He dropped the hand holding his gun down to dangle at his side, the gun now pointing toward the floor. Mary breathed slowly and evenly, concentrating intently on the shapes reflected in Bills glasses.

Suddenly she could make out Anthony's face in front of her, small and distorted but clear as day. He mouthed something. Mary struggled to understand as he mouthed it again. Suddenly his face was gone, replaced by an unfamiliar face, and Anthony's silent words finally registered. Her eyes widened and she dropped to the floor, covering her head.

Behind her, one of the large glass windows shattered. A man in black stepped through, his gun drawn at Bill.

Agent Harris: "Drop your weapon!"

Bill was momentarily stunned into frozen silence. Then he looked from Mary to the man in black and back again.

Bill: "You liar!"

Bill was barely able to raise the gun toward Mary before the man in black shot him. His arms flew up over his head as he was propelled backward by the shot. Bill's gun jumped out of his hands, hitting a low hanging light fixture. Mary startled and covered her head at the sound of a second gunshot, before realizing that by the time she heard the shot the bullet had already been discharged. She laughed at herself shakily, and then breathed a sigh of relief before she felt the wetness on her shirt. She looked down in awe as the red stain slowly blossomed before she felt the sting of the stray bullet from Bill's gun.