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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.
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.
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?
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.
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...
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.
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