Choke Page #4

- Huh?

- Wasn't there?

Oh, yeah.

I'm so happy you've come, Victor.

I have so much to tell you.

I have so much to explain.

Murray.

This is between my son and I.

- I think maybe I should stay here because-

- Go!

- But you know, I don't think-

- Murray, please.

My boy. My beautiful boy.

- Are you Victor?

- Yeah.

What'd I-What-What'd I do to you?

Nothing.

[ Ida Crying ]

I'm so scared.

[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]

[ Door Closes ]

That ceiling

was once covered with angels...

but they painted over them.

- Some papal decree.

- Vatican II.

- Are you Catholic?

- My mom, she's from-

Italy. I know.

[ Exhales ]

I think I've found a way to save her.

But it's going to require

your participation.

It's an experimental procedure.

It's illegal.

I can't even guarantee it will work.

In order to attempt this procedure...

I'm going to need some embryonic tissue.

Okay. Ho-Hold on a second.

It's difficult for me to be so direct,

but time is a factor.

My mucosa's so thick,

you could stand a spoon in it.

Are you f***ing with me?

Given the options available to us,

this is her only hope.

The good news is

she's an ideal candidate.

All she needs is a healthy,

genetically compatible donor.

And-And you know what to do?

I put myself through med school

working nights in a stem cell research lab.

That's hot. But why-why would you

put yourself out like this for her?

Your mother

has been an inspiration to me.

She changed my life.

I'd never be able to forgive myself

if I didn't do everything I could to save her.

Are we talking about the same person?

Let's just do this before I lose my nerve.

H- Here?

I can never see you outside of this place.

This has nothing to do with love...

or commitment,

or anything like that.

I simply need your seed.

You should know,

I might be a sex addict.

Well,just do what comes naturally.

But I've got almost three days

of sobriety here.

- [ Zipper Unzips ]

- All right, two.

Don't worry.

With a little luck, your mother will soon

be just the same as she always was.

You couldn't get it up?

- That's nice. A little louder.

- Didn't think that thing ever went down.

I'd like to see you cop a chubby

with the holy savior staring down your crack.

Wow, man. This is huge.

- What are you talking about?

- Look, who knows?

Maybe you're really into her,

maybe you're just bottoming out...

but the fact

that some part of you resisted...

turning this into the usual nothing?

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I'm calling that a really big step.

You know, I think I liked you better

when you were just jerkin' off all the time.

Hey, did you find out who I am yet?

I'm trying, but, uh,

all she wants to do is hang out.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Check this out.

- You putz, put that away. Put that away, man.

-just check out-

No, check out- check out that one.

- Yeah.

- Where?

- Isn't that your number?

- My parents are renting out my room.

- But you still live there.

- I think that's sort of the point.

Unless the date on that is 1 7 63,

you guys are so f***ed.

- Promise?

- Yeah.

Wasn't there anything in her diary?

- Huh? What?

- No, she didn't.

- God! Come on.

- Oh, sh*t.

Thank you so much.

- Take it.

- No, no, no. You take it.

- Afternoon, Your Loftiness.

- 'Sup, lord?

Spare me your dissembling

and relinquish the forbidden gazette.

Okay! You're doin'

an accent thing now, aren't you?

- He is, right?

- Yeah, I thought we were supposed

to be Americans.

I was reared in Yorkshire

by the good friars...

and only recently made the voyage

to the New World.

Come on, Charlie. You went to

Country Day with my cousin Todd.

Shh, shh. Dude, dude. He's trying to-

You know something? You two are

this close to getting banished.

- You hear me? This close.

- What sayest thou?

- Give me the goddamn newspaper!

- What's a newspaper?

Yeah, Charlie. I don't think they

get invented for, like, another 80 years.

- [ Wheezing Laughter ]

- That's good. You're funny.

You both-

You think you're so funny.

Always making fun of anything

that means anything to-

[ Laughing ]

[ Wheezing Laughter Continues ]

- Oh, sh*t.

- Aha!

Jesus.

Take him to the stocks. This shall be evidence

in your banishment proceedings.

No! F***.

Hey, Denny! Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. What diary?

- Huh?

- You said, ""Wasn't there anything in her diary?''

Oh, sh*t, dude, yeah. Your mom has

a total diary. She wants you to read it.

- I don't know, dude. That's her diary.

- Hey, will you shut up?

- Where is it?

- I think she sent it to your place.

Oh. Oh, f***!

F***!

I'd have thought a purely physical encounter

would be right up your alley.

- It usually is.

- Then what's the problem?

I don't know!

Well, you'd better figure it out soon.

I can't ovulate forever.

Hey, maybe- maybe I'm happy

with things the way they are.

Maybe I like knowing she's not gonna

pop up at any moment and ruin my life.

Maybe I don't want her back

the way she was.

You don't want her to live.

You don't want her to die.

- You don't know what you want.

- Sure I do. Sure I do.

I want somebody who speaks Italian.

Well, why didn't you say so?

You might not think the best way...

to spend your first day of freedom...

after a lengthy incarceration...

would be to immediately

resume stalking...

the tranny hooker...

who knocked out six teeth...

and had you put away to begin with.

- [ Rhythmic Pounding ]

- That's how I roll.

When I woke up in the hospital...

an orderly named Terrence...

wheeled me into my first meeting.

All I can say is,

thank God for these rooms.

The rooms have saved my life.

The rooms are sacred.

[ Rhythmic Pounding Continues ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Victor Narrating ]

Come on. Give it to me. Perfect.

- Here... we... go! [ Moans ]

- Beautiful.

[ Faint Chattering ]

[ Victor Narrating ]

What the f***?

Excuse me, miss?

Excuse me?

That mole on your thigh.

- Yeah?

- You might want to get that looked at.

Melanoma's the most common

cancer for women...

between 1 9 and 34, especially blondes.

Couldn't get it up again, huh?

- What makes you say that?

- Call it a hunch.

Don't forget to draw

her ingrown hairs, man.

Break out some cash

and bring her back here so I can finish.

Let me see this, Picasso.

Dude, you made her look too pretty...

and her ass is way bigger than that.

Here, let me see that.

He's right.

My ass is bigger than that.

No. It's not.

- What's your name?

- I'm Denny.

I'm Cherry Daiquiri.

It's not my real name.

[ Scoffs ]

Dude, if this sh*t gets you laid...

I'm gonna-

You know, dude, before you

harsh out the whole planet...

maybe you ought to go ahead

and start your fourth step.

I will. Absolutely.

As soon as I get something to eat.

You wanna come with? Denny?

Come on, man.

Let's get out ofhere.

##[ Stereo:
Koto ]

[ Gagging ]

[ Victor Narrating ]

Oh, f***.

[ Choking ]

[ Gasping ]

##[ Muzak On P.A.]

[ Woman On P.A.]

Quentin Fairweather...

please meet your wife

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