Candiland Page #3

- But you keep asking me

questions.

- And they all lead you

to talking about him

and I'm sick and tired

of hearing his name.

- Well he was kind of

a big part of my life-

- I know, I know, I know!

I know. I know.

But he's not anymore.

And I'm sick and tired of

thinking about his hands on you.

I want us to forget about that

time.

All of our energy should

be put into today.

Into us.

- My past is a big part of who I

am.

- I know my darling, but let's

just

say that history molded you

into the wonderful person

that you are, and be done with

it.

- But...

No, all week all we've been

talking about

is me, we haven't talked about

you at all.

- There's nothing worth knowing,

really.

- No fair!

Uh-uh.

You haven't told me anything

about...

The accident.

- Ah.

I'm sorry.

Car hops the curb and nails me.

It was a drunk idiot.

Totally his fault.

And I got a huge cash

settlement.

But still, everyone else managed

to

get out of his way.

Except for me,

the tennis pro.

- Babe...

- And that was that.

I love you, Tess.

- I love you, Peter.

- I want to wash my

past away from my hands.

I want you to wash your past

away too.

Can you do that for me?

- Okay.

No more past.

- I don't know Donnie,

it's been like 10 years

since I've been out dancing.

Charles never-

- uh-uh.

Tonight has nothing to do with

Charles.

- It isn't even final yet!

- It is for him!

I mean, Jesus, he already

shacked up with that

blonde slut, spending his

nights-

- it's not like I'm

gonna have revenge sex.

- Right, you should

totally deny yourself sex,

that way it will teach him a

lesson.

- I can't believe you

talked me into this skirt.

This skirt is ridiculous.

- Your ass is ridiculous!

Smile, pretty girl!

Oh my god, you look so pretty!

- So how're you supposed to meet

someone

when you have to shout to talk?

- No, no, it's not about

talking.

Just be, go like this, go

like this:
Just like...

You're just looking around,

you're having fun, it's

just so much fun to be here.

Okay, it's never worked that

fast before.

Bye!

Excuse me ladies, pardon me,

sorry.

Oh my god, the lighting is

so much better over here.

Isn't it? Hi, I'm Donnie.

I'm not even high yet.

- What'll you have?

- I'll try a shot of that

picaberry blue.

- No, no, no, get her something

different.

Anything else she wants, just

not that.

- You look a little

young to buy me a drink.

- Tess, stop.

- Bye Donnie.

Thank you for introducing

me to the man of my dreams.

- Honey, you don't have to do

this.

There's a way for you to keep

Peter

and your sanity, all you have

to...

All you have to do is...

- Goodbye Charles.

I hope it hurts.

Sometimes.

- What? What's going on?

- Peter, Peter, Peter.

I love you, I love you.

I just want to be here and

now, just like you said.

Just us forever and

ever and ever and ever.

- Comfy!

- - Out.

- Why?

- - Out!

- Where?

- - Bathroom.

- Hurry!

- Yes.

- Why do you

terrorize yourself so much?

- Oh, oh, oh, settle.

- I'm comfy.

- - Settle.

Peter?

Looser.

- Why?

- Loose!

- Comfy!

- - Up.

- Where?

- - Bathroom.

- No!

- Yes!

- Me too?

- Okay, come.

Peter...

No, you're too close!

I mean always.

Sorry, terrible sorry, so sorry.

- Die.

- Please no.

No, Petey, Petey.

I love you so!

Peter?

- Kitchen.

- Me too?

- Come then.

Call from:
God.

- You can coach,

you can go back to school.

We'll find something together.

We'll figure this out.

- Your ass is ridiculous!

Hey.

Hey you!

Mind if I take a peek?

- What're you having?

- I will have anything.

And I mean anything

other than that picaberry

bullshit whatever.

- Don't like sweet drinks?

- Just that I don't like

being told what to drink

while I try and take a piss.

But that's too much to ask

for nowadays, ain't it?

- I suppose.

Try this on.

- What'll you have?

- I'll try a shot of that

picaberry blue.

- No, no, no.

Get her something different.

Anything else she wants, just

not that.

- You look a little

young to buy me a drink.

- What's your name?

- Tess.

- Tess.

Contessa.

Tessa.

- One more.

- Bye bye, I gotta cut out.

- Oh, we have to go already?

- Uh, yeah right no.

We...

- You look great together!

What a nice couple!

Oh my gosh you look like his

mom.

- Shut up!

- Oh my gosh, I hear that

young man's got a car.

Good for you.

Sometimes it feels like...

Wow.

- Ow.

What number do you live in?

- I don't know, just pick a

door.

- What number do you live in?

- I don't even know if

this is the right building.

- Wait, wait, stop!

- What?

- I don't know your name.

What is your name?

- Peter.

- Peter.

Okay, you may resume.

Oh Peter.

Peter!

- What?

- What's going on?

You're sitting there like there's

something you want to say.

- Thinking.

- Share.

- No.

- Well I need an outlet.

You can take all of this stuff

and you can

compose it in your head, but...

I need something else.

- Outlet.

- Read?

- Why?

- Oneness.

- My Peter.

Okay?

- Uh-huh.

- Petey?

- Hm?

- I'm devoted to you.

I love you so.

- Why do you terrorize

yourself so much in your sleep?

- Why do you

keep wrecking Candiland?

- Because you seek perfection.

- Guilt is an end you

dissect in my every word

looking for something

that you can lord over me.

- Do you think I want to be

saved?

- Once you believe that the

bad dreams will go away.

- Why am I here?

You don't dare answer that

question.

Do you?

Do you?

- What're you doing,

you're just whispering to me in

my sleep?

- Happy thoughts, Petey!

Just wanting closeness.

Petey?

- Not ready.

- I miss you so much.

- I...

- Please...

- Oh, stinky.

Please.

- No.

- Stinky!

Please, needs cleaning!

- Cleansing?

- Yes!

Stinky place needs cleaning.

- Yes.

You need cleansing.

This is Candiland,

and in Candiland there is

all the time in the world.

I want to wash my past away from

my hands.

I want you to wash your past

away too.

Can you do that for me?

- It's not your

fault that I died inside you.

It was my fault.

If only I could've been

someone you could like.

- You locked the door!

- I'm sorry, so sorry.

- Who hurt my contessa?

- My poor Tess.

- Fix it!

- There.

- My king.

- Now they'll all worship you,

and you will rule over

them forever and ever.

And they will never curse you...

Again.

- But after a day,

what is a day?

But with some reflection,

I always understand

his motives.

Perhaps that is where I'm meant

to be.

It'll help make sure everyone

understands

what I am writing.

What am I writing?

If Peter is god, and

this is an experiment...

Then what I'm writing is...

Peter!

We're saints!

And, and maybe you're the

Messiah!

And these together,

they illustrate it all.

They're a new gospel.

Together?

- Together.

Call from:
God.

- He's leaving a message.

Call from:
God.

- Hello?

- God, my boy,

it's good to hear you voice.

Listen, do you think we might be

able

to get together sometime?

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