Adulterers Page #5

Do you love her?

Course not, baby,

it's not like that.

Is she the only one?

No.

But, if I make it home,

you're the only one in my heart.

I'm a changed man, baby.

Sam:
Well, Jasmine.

Trust me when I say,

I understand this must be a

real hard time for ya right now.

So I'm gonna let you in on this.

I can either shoot him,

or I can send him home to you.

You decide.

Baby?

Take me off speaker.

Hi there, Jasmine.

It's just you and me now.

Uh-huh.

Really?

Okay.

Bye.

Do you even love your wife?

Of course.

She's my partner.

But do you love her?

You gonna soon find out,

love ain't got a lot

to do with marriage.

It's a contract.

Sacrifice and compromise

are much more important.

Love ain't sh*t anyway.

I just don't know

who's more f***ed up,

you or your girlfriend, Peaches.

Damn it, Sammy, stop this.

Let him go.

You and me, we've

got the real love.

Let me kiss that pain I

bring on you away, baby.

Come on, we can fix this.

Sammy, look at me.

Look at me!

You know,

you might be right

about marriage.

But love?

It's like a cough.

Can't stifle it out.

You just gotta go

where it take ya.

Do you love your wife?

Jimmy:
Sam?

Hey, Sam, it's Jimmy again.

I've left you three

messages already.

You best call me back, son,

or you ain't gonna

have a job waitin'

when you get back here.

You know?

There's two kinds of

people in this world, Sam.

Those who have jobs,

and those who had jobs.

You can take that to the bank.

(phone chiming)

Oh, looky here, Punchy.

Somebody got themselves

a text message.

Give it to me.

Oh, no.

I'll just go ahead

and respond for ya.

Go f*** yourself.

That don't matter no how.

You ain't got much

longer to live.

So, tell me.

How many men did

you f*** when you

was runnin' around

on your ex-husband?

I don't remember.

Ballpark it for me.

(phone chiming)

Hah, looks like I

made myself a friend.

You were saying, darling?

- Something about how...

- (knocking at the door)

I wonder who that could be?

Well, hello there, Jasmine.

Missed you, Sam.

Sam:
That's right,

join the party.

Damien:
Oh, my God.

Baby, I'm so happy you're here.

I know I'm a complete fuckup,

but thank you.

Sam, thank you.

You sure you still

wanna do this?

Yes.

I'm done being the victim.

- Damien:
No.

- Ashley:
No.

- Damien:
No!

- Ashley:
No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Damien:
No, Sam!

Sam, you made your point now.

God damn it, Sam,

you made your point!

Taking this too far, Sam!

You made your, you made your...

(Sam groaning)

Your god damn point!

(weeping)

Baby, what are you doing?

Baby, what are you doing?

What the f***, baby!

What are you doing?

F***!

- F***, God, f***!

- (thudding)

(hysterical crying)

God!

(screaming)

(grunting)

Why?

(weeping)

Sam:
Now, when

you leave here,

how do I know you ain't

gonna call the cops?

I don't care what

happens to him.

He's dead to me.

I was never here.

Ashley:
F*** you!

(yelling)

How's it feel?

Ashley:
F*** you!

Now that, that was just sex.

How ya'll gonna tell me

what ya'll got is just sex?

- Hmm?

- Yes.

I don't love him.

But he knows you.

He knows things about me.

I don't know why I did it.

I don't know.

(weeping)

It was just different,

it was different.

'Cause you I made love,

with him,

I don't know, it's some sort

of fantasy sex, or something.

Fantasy sex, huh?

If that's all you needed,

then why didn't you

ask me for that?

Any f***ing kind of

sex you wanted

to have we could've had!

All you f***ing

had to do was ask!

I ain't a whore.

Oh, you ain't no whore?

I ain't a whore.

Here you are,

sitting on a bed naked,

across from a man you

just got done f***ing.

That ain't your husband.

Tell me,

what do we call you, then?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I always had a tough

time being faithful.

But when I met you,

God, I tried to fall in

love for the first time,

I mean, I wasn't even

interested in other boys.

How can you even say that?

You just got done

f***ing another man,

on our God damn anniversary.

I need a cigarette.

You know there ain't

no smoking in this house.

I don't know.

Sh*t, maybe ya'll

f***ed up right now,

but we're gonna still try to

abide by the f***in' rules.

Cause this is my God damn house.

Okay.

- Sam:
You remember that time,

- (ticking)

I pulled that Remington

on your ex-husband

down by the lake?

- (Ashley chuckles)

- Sam:
Hmm?

How could I forget?

He was so scared of you.

He never hit me

again after that.

Sam:
I've done

so much for you.

I even adopted your daughter to

keep that piece of

sh*t away from you.

All for nothin', huh?

I probably deserve to die.

For treatin' you this way.

I'll do anything

to make it right.

Anything?

Anything.

All right.

I want you to take

this revolver,

and I want you to

go shoot your fantasy lover.

In the f***ing face.

That's what I want you to do.

Are you serious?

We can end this

nightmare right now.

We'll tell the police that he

tried to break in and rape ya.

We can just call

that self-defense.

What you think this is?

Florida, motherf***er?

Or how about we don't

even call the police?

We just bury him

back in the garden.

Under the roses.

You gonna do it, baby?

(kisses)

Prove to me that you

are not quittin'.

Just shoot that son of a b*tch.

Hmm?

There you go, baby.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Now, Peaches,

think about your life, okay?

Don't let him ruin your life.

Aw, yeah.

Don't let him

ruin your life now.

He's drunk.

He don't know what he's saying.

My name is Ashley.

Okay, Ashley, stop.

Just think about your daughter.

Think about your daughter.

All you gotta do is

squeeze that trigger.

(whimpers)

- F*** him.

- Sam:
Come on, baby.

F*** me,

think about your daughter.

Sam:
Just give her a squeeze.

(whimpers)

Listen, listen,

Peaches, Ashley, look at me,

Ashley, look at me.

Look at me.

Sorry, Damien.

He gonna kill you anyway.

- (gun clicks)

- (screaming)

That's what I'm talking about.

Give it to me,

baby, give it to me.

Now, go on, go on, sit down.

Sit down.

We might just get back

together after all.

(laughter)

See that, Punchy?

You got no f***in' clue

what we capable of.

You're right, I don't.

I really don't.

But you don't even

know who you are, Sam.

I had a therapist once.

Said we spend our entire

adult lives trying to

get over our childhoods.

What the f*** happened to you?

His momma did the same thing.

And I guess you must've

married your daddy.

No.

I didn't marry my daddy.

You remember how I told you my

daddy died when I

was in high school?

He died six months ago.

Why would you lie about

something like that?

Did he touch you

funny or somethin'...

No, he just let it happen.

My daddy was a hardworking man,

who just loved his job.

His boss, Mr. Beaumont,

he just wouldn't promote him.

And my school was next

to my dad's office.

And after school,

I'd go over there

and I'd wait for him,

and one day

I met Mr. Beaumont and...

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