Dying Young Page #6

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Oh, Victor. Sh*t.

OK, OK.

Victor, Victor...

I had the police looking for you.

I hired two detectives to look for you.

I just don't understand why you would...

I don't know why you'd sneak away like that.

- Do you hate me that much?

- No.

No.

You're my father.

I love you.

But I am not a boy any more. And I just

wanted to be alone with Hilary, that's all.

All right. Yes.

But when you're through with the treatment.

Victor, how could you

walk away in the middle of it?

I wanted her to see me with hair.

So why didn't you tell me that?

You think I wouldn't understand?

Would you have let me go?

No. Victor, believe me... believe me, please.

I would love to hide away here too, with

a beautiful girl. It's the enchanted cottage.

- It was.

- But I'm taking you back to the hospital now.

OK.

OK, but tomorrow.

I'll go back with you tomorrow.

- Victor, listen to me.

- There's a party tonight.

I have to see her one last time.

I have to.

Please.

All right.

Somebody dropped something over there.

Sylvia, bring that stuff over there.

I'm sorry I can't come

to your party tonight, Estelle.

Victor is very sick and I had to

call his father to come get him.

I know.

Victor called. He and his father

are coming tonight.

You know, people think it's funny

that I buried three husbands.

It's ajoke around here.

I don't know why.

It isn't funny at all watching

someone you love get sick, is it?

I don't give advice, love.

But if I were you

I'd be at the party tonight.

Merry Christmas.

- Hello. I'm Victor's father.

- Hi. Gordon. Nice to meet you.

Thank you, Miss O'Neil.

You saved his life.

- Is he here?

- Yes.

Well, he was standing

over there a second ago.

You wanna dance? Let's dance.

- No, I don't think I...

- Come on, let's dance.

What's the matter?

- Um... I'll be back.

- Hilary...

Victor.

I'm sorry. I had to call your father.

- I'm going back with him.

- To the hospital?

- Yes.

- Good.

They'll take care of you there.

Tell Gordon he'd better

damn well take care of you.

No, it's not like that.

I'll be going back to Oakland soon and...

and I'll visit you, if that's OK.

I think we should just...

Goodbye.

- Well, I remember them.

- They've moved into the area.

And I'm sure they'd love to see you.

Why don't you stop in?

- Well, the next time I'm here, I'll do that.

- Mr Geddes.

- Hello.

- I thought Victor was going back with you.

He is. Tomorrow.

He wanted to spend the night alone.

Now, don't worry. He's safe now.

He said he'd call me in the morning.

Merry Christmas, Miss O'Neil.

Excuse me.

- You're running away?

- Jesus!

I thought that was my trick.

No more tricks, Hilary.

And no more hospitals.

I don't wanna hurt you any more.

I never... I never wanted to hurt you.

You know, you are the first person in ten

years that made me forget that I was sick.

I just wanted to stay here with you.

- To make love with you.

- Then where are you going?

You gonna hide somewhere until you die?

I can't let you do that, Victor.

I can't let you give up.

- I gave up when you left me.

- No, you didn't. You gave up before I left.

Hilary...

- I don't wanna be sick any more.

- I know.

- That's why I want you to come with me.

- I can't. I can't.

- I'll drive you to the hospital. I'll carry you.

- I can't do it. I cannot do it. I can't do it.

- Tell me why.

- Because.

- Because I am afraid.

- Afraid of what?

Of hoping.

It hurts to be around you, Hilary, because...

you make me want to live so much.

Then live, Victor. You don't know

what's gonna happen.

You don't know when

you're gonna die. Nobody does.

But we have right now.

So fight, Victor. Live with me.

- Live with me.

- I can't do that.

Look at you.

You are so... young,

and so beautiful and smart.

You can do anything, Hilary.

- Why do you wanna do this?

- Because I love you.

If you come back with me

to the hospital and fight for us,

if you fight for us,

I will never leave you, Victor.

But you have to fight, and, if you get well,

when you get well, I'll be there with you.

And if you... if you die, I'll hold your hand.

I'll hold your hand.

And the last thing you ever see

will be me, because I love you.

I do.

I love you.

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