Daphne Page #5

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Now here we are in 2016,

with the widest wealth of

income tax around the world

we've seen in hundreds of years.

Joe.

Joe!

Here, it's hot.

So yesterday was eventful.

Please, come on.

It'll do you good.

How bad was I?

Was I bad?

I was bad, wasn't I?

Well, how bad was I?

I tried to help you and you said

"Don't touch the merchandise,

you f***er."

You referred to yourself

as merchandise.

No, I didn't. I didn't.

I'm such a dick.

What else did I do?

Don't tell me,

but do obviously tell me.

Well, you quit quite a few times.

Hey, this is good.

Yeah, I remember that bit.

I take it I'm fired

though, not that I quit.

You know that I'm in

love with you, right?

- F*** off, Joe.

- Yeah, you know I am...

I am.

I just wanted to say

it just once.

I actually feel

a bit better now.

Good for you.

You need to get your

sh*t together, all right?

Well, you still got

a job if you want.

I don't know. I guess...

I just find it hard to care

about anything at the moment.

Well, when you remember

how to give a sh*t

give me a call, okay?

I'm not gonna come back, Joe.

I'm out of it now.

Well, you're not gonna

fall off a cliff, are you?

We're still gonna

hang out, right?

Definitely.

I'm sorry I was a tad

mental last time, wasn't I?

Not really, no.

Swerve and curve.

I like your style.

I'm a master of the old

duck and dive myself.

I'm very adept to ignoring

important questions.

And what are they to you, Daphne?

What are the important questions?

Oh, my God, you're my hero,

blew it right back in

my court like a pro.

Yes, sweet, your smile

means you don't hate me.

Amazing.

You, uh...

You asked me last

time I was here

what sort of emotions

the stabbing brought up.

And I don't really feel

much about the guy. I

don't really care about him.

Well, that's...

That's not quite it.

Just... I don't feel much.

I'm not...

that's not normal, right?

And it...

it only recently occurred to me

because someone else mentioned it,

to check if he was still alive.

And you know I got his address,

and I was thinking

of visiting him,

but inside...

Inside there's not much.

What would a normal response be?

What would it be to you?

I don't know. That it mattered.

That his life mattered.

What about your life?

Does you life matter?

I haven't felt like I'm

alive for a long time.

I don't know. I don't know.

You know, Daphne,

we don't always feel

what we might think of

as the correct emotions

at the correct times.

That doesn't make us unhuman.

You can still visit him

without necessarily having

great big operatic

emotions about it.

The action of visiting

him, that still counts.

Our actions count.

Even if we don't think

that much of them,

perhaps later on we will,

but we don't need to wait

for that to do things.

That's surprisingly good advice.

You know, we might officially

have to inform the police,

in case it affects

any legal proceedings.

But what I would like to ask

is why do you want to see him?

Can you tell me?

I...

I'm just tired and

I think that therapy,

from what I understand

of it, is mostly bullshit,

no offence, but I'm not gonna

spend months and years

talking about what my mom

and dad did or didn't do.

So, what would you

like to talk about?

I don't want to talk about

what I don't want to talk about.

That's fine.

And don't worry,

these things take time.

You can always come back,

even if it's bullshit.

It's fine if it's bullshit.

Bullshit can be useful.

Do you mind if we don't...

Can we not talk,

can we just sit for a while?

Hey, um, I think you

gave me the wrong number.

You see, I've been calling

you, but get no answer.

Oh, that explains it. I was

wondering why you hadn't called

- when you promised you would.

- Well there, it's bizarre,

because when the phone

goes to answering machine,

a woman called, Daphne,

tells you to leave a message.

I didn't expect to see you again.

By the fourth time with no answer,

I wasn't sure I wanted to.

Yeah, there are things I

was... I am dealing with.

Finish work in a few

hours, come back to mine.

I don't know. I'm not

really in the same mood I was

when I last met you.

At least not sex.

- I mean, not right now.

- In that case, maybe I'll take a pass.

You were the one who said

you didn't want to have sex.

If we're quoting each

other, what I said was,

I didn't only want to have sex,

I might want something more.

- What does something more mean?

- I don't know.

It just sounded like a good

thing to say at the time.

Oh!

Is it really bad that I find it

cheesy that you're holding my hand?

No, as long as it's not bad

that I continue to hold it.

Listen, David,

I actually just came to say

that I don't really want

to see anyone right now.

Okay, okay, so how long do you think

I need to give you before I call?

- Honestly, don't.

- I'll call you tomorrow, will I?

- I've gotta go.

- Cool, let's chat later on tonight.

Honestly, don't call

me cause I won't answer.

So, I'm trying to

have the last word.

- You're being a dick.

- You're being a dick.

What, is that it?

Say at least one more thing.

That which maintains all beings.

That which maintains all beings.

Situated throughout space.

Situated throughout space.

So long as all have not attained

So long as all have not attained

- to peace.

- to peace.

Aunt Rita.

Oh, Christ, I meant... sorry.

The reason I get so

pissed off by the chemo

and the mindfulness, I

don't want to lose you and...

I dunno.

I know that I've been

too hard on you.

It's okay, cause, you know,

we don't know everything.

Just, yeah.

- Just, um...

- I know, I know,

you're trying to apologize.

Sh*t. Doesn't mean crap.

Darling, you don't

know what it's like

to have to really,

really have to face your

own... death, Daphne.

I know I don't know. No, I know.

I mean, it can't just be,

oh, I don't know,

you're born, you work, you

have a child, and you die.

It's not enough. I want... I

want more than that. I want...

That's why I'm trying to,

you know,

before I'm not here anymore,

I suppose.

I forgot my fags.

- Oh, f*** it.

- Yeah, f*** it.

I'm proud of you, Mom.

I know now that you're trying

it is probably a good thing.

This delicious.

How did you make it?

My wife says because

you are so skinny,

she will write you the recipe.

Normally she would not

write it for anyone,

because it is a family secret.

But she says you are

like the kitten

that is so skinny that

the whole village

kicks it away.

I don't see why is that

funny? That's terrible.

She feels sorry for you.

She... she... no, no,

it is more than sorry.

How do you say it?

It is the pity. She pities you.

Are you Samir, then?

Your dad wouldn't

shut up about you.

He kept saying your

name over and over again.

"Samir, Samir."

Oh, well, I mean, he

said all of your names...

He was holding a photograph

of all of you.

And, yeah, crying and...

Yeah, it was... it was...

It was... it was lovely,

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