Interview Page #5

It's me.

Are you gonna let him in?

I don't want to.

Why not?

Now just keep your

f***ing voice down.

I would really like to meet him.

I would.

Doesn't he have a key?

Nobody gets a key.

Are you in there?

I'm gonna let him in.

Ah, God. You have got to

change that ringer.

He's still there.

Answer your phone.

Shut that up.

Do something.

Can I talk now?

You can go now.

Oh boy.

Nice.

Come on.

You don't need that sh*t.

Oh f*** off already.

Ah, you left me a little.

How sweet of you.

Is life really this hard for you?

What can you possibly be

so depressed about?

I'm sorry, daddy.

Did you say something?

Just get over yourself already.

How are the whores

in Afghanistan, father?

What? No whores?

Look at you. You could have

the world at your feet.

But you prefer to piss

and moan about it.

And then you act like

you're crazy, on top of it.

How are the camels?

Let me tell you something.

You're not crazy. Okay?

Do you know

what your problem is?

You're too normal.

That's what it is. In fact...

If I had a grenade,

I would stick it up your f***ing ass.

Why do you think anything you have

to say could possibly hurt me?

I'll go find some war to fight.

Excuse me.

Correspond with.

You don't actually fight, do you?

And you don't actually

love Ethan, do you?

Who?

What's his name...?

Evan? Is that his name?

Come on. You don't love him.

And that's why you kissed me.

And maybe that's why

you didn't let him in the door.

I was protecting you.

- Whatever.

The fact is you don't love him.

And why don't you just admit it?

Tell the truth for once.

Pierre, what the f*** are

you talking about?

I can prove it.

Oh, my God. How?

Never mind how.

Forget it. All right?

Let's just leave it at that.

No. Pierre. Pierre.

You can't say something like

that and then not do it.

Prove to me.

Prove that I do not love him.

And I will do

anything you want.

I don't want anything from you.

No?

You tried to dry hump me

on the kitchen counter earlier on.

Are you sure there isn't anything

you want from me, Pierre?

You like to gamble, huh?

God. I'm not gambling.

I am in love.

And I'm getting married.

What are you doing?

I don't love Evan.

When he wants to make love, I cringe.

I can't stand the

thought of him inside me.

Shall I go on?

Oh my God.

Or should I unzip?

You know what?

You're really sleazy.

Well, you wanted prove, didn't you?

There it is. You're a liar.

Is there any point

in saying that you're sick?

I'm not gonna use any of it.

It's just more for background.

Breaks into my computer.

He reads my diary.

And he's proud of it?

Have you noticed that I have

about ten minutes on my tape?

And it's just us bickering.

You talk on the phone all night.

You leave me out here alone.

You said I can use your computer.

And now you're surprised?

Why don't you just rape me now?

And get it over with.

I wanted to know about you.

You don't tell me anything.

You wanted to know me?

Why don't you have a

rifle through these, huh?

See what you can find.

Listen.

I know you better than you think.

Go.

You just read my diary.

No. I hardly read any of it.

All right? But there was

something in there...

That I read that I wanna

know more about.

You could leave now.

Get away from my computer.

You sick bastard!

Death is all around me.

Around me and in me.

In my chest.

In my gut.

In my eyes.

Everything I look at seems black.

Black sky.

Black clouds. Black sun.

Black. Black. Black.

That is stealing! You...

You prick. What?

Are you gonna sell it to the tabloids?

No. I would never do that.

I swear.

But I wanna know

why you feel this way.

Katya.

Get out.

Here. You can have that.

I don't even want it. Just delete it all.

Okay. Look.

I know you're not gonna

believe me when I tell you this.

But I do care

about you very much.

I don't care about your diary.

Or the rest of it.

And I don't care about who you marry

or why. That's none of my business.

But Katya, please. I wanna know

why you feel like there's no hope.

I swear to God

I will call the police.

Hi sweetie.

What's going on over there?

Honey, did you come by before?

I was in the shower.

But I thought I heard banging.

Oh, God. No, I mean...

Because I started bleeding, sweetie.

Remember?

No. I just...

I have a cold. That's all.

What message?

No. I have been on the phone to Maggie

all night. She's just freaking out again.

I don't know.

Baby, listen.

I need to get some sleep. Okay?

If I don't, I'm just

gonna be a wreck tomorrow.

I love you.

Yeah, me too.

Bye.

I'm not going anywhere.

I just don't wanna play your

games anymore, Pierre.

No. This isn't a game.

This is not a game from me.

This is very real.

Go ahead.

Do you wanna call the police?

Cause that'll be in the papers tomorrow

morning. Is that what you want?

Look. I wanna know what's

haunting you.

Why?

Because I feel haunted, too.

Maybe things aren't as

bad as you think.

And would you tell me

your deepest, darkest secret?

You have one, don't you?

Why do you wanna know?

I don't.

But it's the only way

I'll tell you mine.

Where is your camcorder?

It's in my bag.

- Go get it.

Why? I don't wanna record this.

- I do.

What for?

Because then we'll feel like

an interview, Pierre.

A professional interview.

And not some weird, surrogate

father-daughter bonding moment.

I get to record you, too.

Fine.

I'm gonna have to read this. Okay?

That'll be easier.

Monday.

Today my sentence

was handed down.

The X-rays were clear.

I have cancer.

I asked Dr. Abrahams

if I'm going to die.

He said he couldn't tell how

far it's progressed.

I asked him,

am I going to lose my breast?

He said he'd be happiest

if we removed it.

I asked him what happens if

it has progressed further.

He said we should wait and see.

Take it a step at a time.

But that I should give up smoking.

And drinking.

I can't imagine telling anyone

for I fear it will become too real.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'll be fine.

Jesus, you're a pill popping alcoholic.

No wonder you didn't need any blow.

Here.

Hey, I do have Bourbon.

Does anybody else know?

No.

God. I have been

horrible to you tonight.

I haven't exactly been

Miss Sunshine myself, have I?

What will you write?

Nothing. No. No.

I'm gonna tell my editor

that I walked out of the interview.

Very unprofessional of me.

And in the end

he was a gentleman.

I don't know about that.

I've been a real jerk tonight.

I'm sorry. I didn't use to be.

Listen.

I have tortured you enough.

You should get some rest.

I knew it.

What?

Aren't you forgetting something?

You can't be serious.

Serious as cancer.

Katya, I'm telling you...

My story pales in comparison.

It's not a competition, Pierre.

We made a deal.

I know.

But that was before.

That's when deals are made.

Before.

Okay, look.

Don't get mad at me.

I really don't

have anything to tell you.

Don't you dare do this to me.

I can't believe you're doing this to me.

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