Dangerous Acts Page #6

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- What for example?

Why is it so hard to tell me

one thought you had?

I dont understand.

Are you embarrassed

about your thoughts, Tzvia?

Was it a dirty thought?

A dangerous thought?

Or maybe there was no thought

at all but rather a plan,

a plan which you carried out

in the end. What?

I want to know.

So, in short, after two weeks,

thats it, they both just died.

How could that be?

- You caused it.

You drove your truck

like an evil animal. Murderer.

So why did you take me in?

- I told you, I pitied you.

So why didnt you kill me?

- Huh?

Why didnt you kill me then?

You stood over me

with the pillow.

You considered it Tzvia,

dont try to deceive me now.

I saw everything, even when

you thought I was unconscious.

If you felt so bad why didnt you

kill me, like you killed them?

Killed whom? - Your daughter

and husband, you strangled them.

Youre crazy.

You want to say Im no longer

logical? - What do you want?

I wanted you to forgive me.

Thats all I wanted.

What do you want now? - For you

to have patience for me, Tzvia.

Just as you do for all those

idiotic Agatha Christie books.

I read all of your books,

rubbish.

Even worse than the stupid play

where everyone so admires you.

And no one knows you can act

1,000 times better than that.

I was lying in the hospital,

supposedly unconscious,

And I ask, why wont she

forgive me? What happened?

Then I see you come, sit next

to me, care for me each day,

Pangs of guilt

were eating you up.

And suddenly youre holding

a pillow, about to strangle me.

And that was it, I understood it

all. - What did you understand?

Sitting next to her thinking,

what will be now?

What if they wake up and live,

even though that idiot

crushed them with his truck.

Pity them.

Paralyzed, vegetables.

And pity me

that I'll have to care for them.

So you suffocated them with a

pillow and finished them both.

Admit it, Tzvia.

Im not buying any more of your

tricks, Yisrael. Ive had it.

Im not giving in any more.

You managed to paralyze me, you

wont make me take the blame.

Are you hot, Mrs. Hope?

Should I turn up the fan maybe?

Let me go, Yisrael.

Go live your life, I'll live

mine. Forget about me.

Ill... forget about you.

Sit down.

You know I have nothing to lose.

So you settled the account.

Maybe you didnt use a pillow.

Maybe you pulled the plug,

maybe you poisoned them...

You understand what Im saying,

Tzvia?

You killed them. Thats why

you didnt forgive me.

Because you couldnt

forgive yourself.

Sit!

Im not finished yet.

Im telling you,

Im not finished yet!

Sorry.

I didnt mean what I said.

I just...

I made it all up.

Im sorry, Tzvia.

I just wanted

everything to be good.

Im bad, Im bad.

What I said earlier was

just nonsense. Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Tzvia...

Help me.

Theres no forgiveness.

"It begins,

the way every story ends,

"one sweet tear

and a gate which closes..."

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