Devotion Page #5

carefully.

- What do you know about that?

- Maybe more than you think.

So then what do I think?

You want me to tell you

what I think?

No, you're right.

I don't give a sh*t.

Fine, if you really want to die...

You just don't get it. I don't

want to die. I'm already dead.

- You're repeating yourself.

- Hand me my purse.

I want to show you something.

Inside pocket.

- What the hell is that?

- An obituary, you idiot.

Any copy shop could print it

on your behalf.

It's real.

So maybe she's your namesake.

You saw it in the paper

and cut it out.

Or you placed it yourself in

the paper. No one checks that.

Come on.

Did you really

think I'd buy that?

That was a mistake.

I think it's time to quit

this stupid game.

I'm sorry about everything

that happened.

I really didn't mean to hurt you.

And if I could turn back time...

Let's stop, okay?

No reason to keep fighting.

- I'll call you a cab.

- Don't bother.

- It's hard to get anywhere from here.

- I noticed.

- It's not what I meant.

- I want you to give me a ride.

Forget it.

You brought me here,

so it's only fair if you...

No!

WW not?

- Because.

- You're such a prick!

I don't know about you, but I'm

too exhausted to drive someone.

- I'll pay for the cab.

- No, thanks.

So that's it.

- Need help?

- No, thanks.

- Did you twist your ankle?

- I'm okay.

Wait here...

Get in before I change my mind!

Thanks.

- I really appreciate it...

- Never mind.

What's the matter?

Very funny.

Here, you can have it back.

I don't want it.

- Take it.

- What's all this about?

- I don't need your money.

- It's yours.

- But I don't want it.

- So donate it to charity.

What the f***?

You're really insane.

You said I should donate it.

Exactly. Donate it and not

throw it out.

What's the difference?

Either way it's gone.

Brilliant logic.

Are you mad?

OK, so go back and

I'll pick it up.

I know why you're angry,

you think I tripped

on purpose, right?

I slipped.

- Not talking to me any more.

- You're getting on my nerves.

A**hole.

- Pull over and I'll get out.

- Calm down.

- Don't tell me what to do.

- I won't say anything at all.

I hate the way you treat me.

- What do you mean?

- You treat me like sh*t.

You get what you deserve.

Exactly. That's so humiliating.

- You'll survive.

- I'm so sick of you.

You're trying to provoke me

again, but I won't argue with you.

I don't want to argue either.

- Then everything's fine.

- No, nothing's fine.

- So we will fight?

- I'm waiting for an apology.

- When hell freezes over.

- You're really making me sick.

Coming from you, it sounds

like a compliment.

Idiot.

If I had known this before, I would

have never gotten into your car

and I could've saved myself

this bullshit.

You name it. Out of all the

pretty, smart women in town,

I met Frankenstein's bride.

It's not only intelligence,

but also humor that gets

you through this world.

- How do you do that?

- Do what?

One minute you're naive

and unbearable,

and the next moment

you seem to be very smart.

And you're the opposite.

Witty at times,

but often a big macho a**hole.

I just realized I don't even

know your name.

Maybe better that way.

Nor have you told me your address,

nor given me your phone number.

So?

So, nothing...

You know my name.

So?

Henry-

Hey, let's pick her up!

- Stop!

- I don't pick up hitchhikers.

- Why not?

- On principle.

What a stupid principle.

I used to hitchhike a lot and

I met interesting people that way.

Thanks, I've had my fill.

Once I was waiting for two hours in

the pouring rain for a car to stop.

When I'd almost given up,

a limousine pulled over.

The driver was a beautiful woman

around 40. We clicked right away.

She invited me to her place.

At first I didn't want to go,

but I didn't feel like standing

in the rain all night.

I got undressed, hopped in

the sauna and then in the pool.

It was awesome!

Then we had the greatest dinner.

Champagne and all.

The woman was married to a diplomat

who'd given a dinner

for ambassadors the night before.

Life is crazy sometimes.

I'm standing in the pouring rain,

almost catching a flu,

when this good fairy picks me up.

I was so happy that I cried.

And she comforted me.

It was heaven on earth.

And for the first time

I had sex with a woman.

It was extraordinary.

We kept drinking wine and

massaged each other all night.

Then she told me that

I remind her of her daughter.

That was strange.

Why?

Before that she'd said that

she was infertile

and how she wished for a daughter.

But I didn't say anything.

Later she confessed to me that

she got pregnant at the age of 16,

run away at 17 and left the kid

with her mom.

- Do you get it?

- Yes. And?

The woman was Lilly's mother.

I was in bed with Lilly's mother.

- Come on...

- I swear.

The good fairy became

the evil mother.

Lilly would be still alive

if she hadn't left.

What happened next?

I left, and the woman

committed suicide.

No, it was different. She

killed herself first, then I left.

- You're making it up.

- I don't.

- I don't believe you.

- Your problem.

- How did she do it?

- Valium and red wine.

- While you were there?

- Yep.

Why didn't you help her?

Why didn't you call a doctor,

while I was unconscious.

You didn't drop the pills in

the wine, did you?

- How could you think that of me?

- And did you drop them?

Did you bury me alive

in the backyard?

- Fate or coincidence?

- What?

Your turn to say what

you believe in.

I'm too tired to answer.

- You're avoiding the question.

- Exactly.

Too bad.

My drama teacher used to say:

'You send out what you think and

attract what you send out.

And he also said:

'I believe in conflict and

nothing else.

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