Devotion Page #4

Just tell me.

You wanted a story, you got one.

But I'm not interpreting or

explaining it for you.

- You're Lilly.

- You're naive.

Never confuse the narrator

and the story.

- I didn't.

- Yes you did.

If you're not Lilly,

then who are you?

Maybe a hooker with

a narrative talent.

I know nothing about you,

but that keeps it exciting.

Very exciting...

I'm dying of excitement.

- So, are you bored?

- No.

I'm upset with myself.

Hello. Hello?

Oh, sh*t.

- Why did you do that?

- Do what?

- You know what I mean.

- No, I don't have a clue.

- You tried to kill me.

- Excuse me?

- You wanted to kill me.

- Bullshit.

You devious bastard!

Is that another one of

your funny stories?

In the bathroom you were

washing my hair...

And then you tried to make

it look like suicide.

- Stop it.

- Why did you do it?

I didn't do nothing. Your

imagination is running wild.

- And what's this?

- No idea, how do I know?

You threw the hairdryer into the

tub, arranged it to look like suicide.

That's bullshit. Now cut it out!

- I didn't do anything to you.

- Neither did I.

You fainted in the bathroom and

I put you to bed.

- No.

- Yes.

You made the cut yourself.

You tried to kill me.

Sure. My life's so boring,

therefore I decided this morning

to kill someone. That's sick!

- Yes, just like in 'Arabian Nights'.

- What?

- That was your plan.

- It was a joke.

You told a hooker story and

I told a fairytale.

- How long was I unconscious?

- No idea.

- Why didn't you call a doctor?

- I did!

- Liar.

- I did call a doctor.

- Was he here?

- No.

Emergency doctors usually show up.

Press redial.

Emergency Center.

- Now cut the crap.

- That proves nothing.

- I called the doctor, but...

- And what? Did he show up?

- No. Damn it... he never came.

- I knew it.

- He didn't come because...

- Yeah, go on.

- Just look at yourself.

- What the f*** do you mean?

You lip, your neck and

those spots there...

The doc would've gotten

the wrong impression.

You mean he would've called the cops.

- You got it.

- Why did you slit my wrist?

- I didn't.

- So then who did it?

- You.

- Bullshit.

You took acting class at school

and you can make up stories,

but you can't draw me in,

because, unlike you,

I still have a clear mind.

I never took an acting class

and I can't tell a story.

Not again...

We're going in circles!

So why are you putting

on this show?

You're the one, who's

putting on a show.

Like I'm the one with

the hidden cameras.

- What cameras?

- The one in the bathroom.

And the one up there.

- And I'm putting on a show?

- They're surveillance cameras

against burglars, that's all.

It has nothing to do with you.

Really? Then rewind the tapes,

I want to see what happened.

- I won't do it.

- Why not?

If you're telling the truth, you

don't have to be afraid of anything.

Why did you wash my clothes?

They were clean.

- Get out.

- What?

Get lost.

I can hardly walk on the street

like that.

Put on your clothes and f*** off.

You have a crappy taste in music.

Still here?

- How's the wine?

- Good.

Aren't you gonna offer me any?

Give me a break and leave.

Don't touch me!

Listen!

Listen to me!

Your f***ing imagination

makes me sick.

Unbelievable.

- You buried me.

- Are you completely nuts?

- I saw the hole.

- You're insane. F*** off!

I was unconscious.

And you buried me alive.

You murderer,

you belong in jail!

Good morning.

Are you okay?

You passed out for a moment.

Untie me.

But first you've to

tell me a story.

That was our deal.

Forget already?

How funny. I won't

fall for that trick.

- What trick?

- It won't work.

- What do you mean?

- I remember everything.

I hope so. I don't feel like

telling the fairytale again.

Untie me.

- Get started already.

- I've told you a story.

No.

You know why it won't work?

Because I can check anytime if

my wrist is slit.

That's the story?

Your hands are clean, but did

you think of the cameras?

You've an unusual narrative style.

The dirty spade? The hole

in the backyard.

- What about it?

- I remember exactly.

Oh, you mean the cat I ran over?

I buried it in the yard, couldn't

throw it in the garbage. Could I?

What's going to happen now?

After telling me a nice story,

you're free to go,

as we agreed.

- I don't believe you.

- Why not?

You wouldn't let me leave, otherwise

you would have done that before.

You'll think of something mean.

Since nothing has worked so far:

the hairdryer, the wrist, the burial.

You must be desperate.

I'm not afraid of you or death.

You know why?

Because I'm already dead.

You had sex with a corpse.

A pretty hot corpse.

That was good. Touch!

Too bad...

It could've been so nice,

but you screwed it up.

Know what this is?

The tapes from the video

cameras. It's all on there.

Want to see it?

Watch carefully.

What do you think?

Cool, huh?

That's only a foretaste.

The other tape's a killer.

And here it is.

Was I promising too much?

Good stuff, huh? Imagine this in

the hands of the wrong person.

I admit it was an amusing evening.

And a weird night.

I won't forget it.

I could turn it all into a novel,

but no one would believe it.

I don't believe it myself.

It's not easy to surprise

me any more.

But you succeeded a few times.

My compliments!

- Are you done?

- One thing bothers me, though.

I haven't been able to figure

you out, how unsatisfying.

Go jerk off and you'll

feel satisfied.

What were you really doing on that

bridge? You didn't hustle, did you?

Are you suffering from

Alzheimer disease,

keep repeating the same

questions over and over.

Why did you get into my car?

- Why did you let me f*** you?

- I'm just about to fall asleep...

Why did you want me to hit you?

And don't tell me it was my

desire, I have never hit a woman.

- That's what they all say.

- This Lilly story...

Very good. Fascinating.

It's your story. You are Lilly.

And you wanted to rip

me off, right?

You're so stupid.

Why didn't you leave after

we had sex?

I paid you. You could have left,

but you stayed.

Lilly would have run off.

So maybe you aren't Lilly.

I think you're her friend.

She told you how easy men

are to rip off,

so you decided to give it a shot.

That's what you said. For once

you were telling the truth.

Truth? What truth?

You're not a schizo or psycho,

are you?

- Get to the point.

- How did you do it?

- Do what?

- How did you get me to do it?

- What are you talking about?

- You got everything you wanted.

- Bullshit!

- You wanted sex, so we screwed,

you wanted me to hit you, and I

did, and you got money as well.

Yeah, and I wanted you to fry me

with the hairdryer,

slit my wrist

and bury me alive!

- You wanted to jump off the bridge.

- Sure...

And then you saw me.

All this time you wanted me

to kill you.

Bullshit.

Now I have figured you out.

Congratulations, you won

the jackpot.

Why did you want to jump?

Lovesickness?

Suicide should be planned

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