Booker + Macie
Booker:You up?
Booker:Hey, Macie girl, you awake?
Booker:I really need you to open your eyes, pretty girl.
Booker:MACIE.
Booker:I get it. I deserve your anger. But I would love more than anything to hear from you.
Booker:I hurt you. But I never meant to. If you’ll give me a chance to explain… Please, baby.
Booker + Macie
Booker:Sometimes when the stars are out and everything is quiet, I close my eyes and pretend I never left. I would’ve done so many things differently, Macie, but I can’t change the past.
Booker:I can only beg for a piece of your present. And that’s what I’m doing, baby, I'm begging you to talk to me.
Booker + McCall
Booker:She won’t answer me.
McCall:Can you blame her? In her mind you left without a word four years ago. Disappeared in the night like some kind of cat burglar.
Booker:Cat burglar? Is that the official term, Detective McCall?
McCall:Sure. Did you tell her where you are? Did you tell her what happened?
Booker:No.
McCall:Still lying to the girl, I see.
Booker:You mean still protecting her?
McCall:Sure.
Booker:Has her number changed by any chance?
McCall:Nope.
Booker:Think you could help a cousin out and get your bestie to talk to me?
McCall:Nope.
Booker:Asshole.
McCall:Maybe try telling her the truth for once, and I bet she’ll answer you. She may hate you, but she’s not heartless.
Booker:I don’t want her pity.
McCall:Beggars can’t be choosers, my friend.
Booker + Macie
Booker:I know you aren’t speaking to me. But these messages say read, so I know you’re seeing them. And I know you have the same number because I checked with McCall.
Booker:Macie, baby, you can ignore me as long as you want. I won’t stop trying, though.