Leaving Metropolis Page #5

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I think there was more chance

of this sex change

actually happening

when I used to pray to Satan

to turn me

into Wonder Woman.

Two things in the world

I know for sure:

If you dye your hair once,

you'll never stop,

and if you're born

with a c*nt, you're f***ed.

You missed nothing.

I don't believe that.

Shannon,

I did something bad.

I was sort of instrumental

in having the picture

run David's paper.

I really have limited interest

in all of this.

Do you think

I should apologize?

I don't care.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll apologize.

You coming?

Sure.

Okay as usual.

Does it bother you that

I'm with someone else?

Sometimes.

Why don't you let me

f*** you now?

No.

Why not?

It's not something

I've even fantasized about.

I hardly think

I should be punished

for your lack

of imagination.

Get out of here!

Oome on.

You know you want to.

Stop it.

(Kryla)

David...

Oops.

You!

You.

(Kryla)

Where'd you tell you wife

you were going?

The hockey game?

(Matt)

Get out.

Or does she know

about this?

Just leave me out

of whatever this is.

What if someone told her?

(David)

Come on, Kryla!

You're both f***ing liars.

(Matt)

This is f***ed up!

Just calm down.

She's gonna tell

my f***ing wife!

She's just mad.

She'll walk it off.

I didn't know

you knew each other.

She had no business

coming here.

Is she gonna write

about this too now?

No.

What do I do

if she goes to Vi?

Maybe you should tell

Violet yourself.

I can't do this anymore,

David.

What?

I don't love you.

Matt, you said...

I lied.

[Rock music]

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What the f***

were you thinking?

I wasn't f***ing thinking

about you guys, okay?

What's wrong?

[Glass shattering]

My leg feels funny.

Shan,

what's wrong?

Aah!

Shannon?

(Shannon)

Oareful, blood.

F*** the blood.

Oan I still get a coffee?

Sure.

Alone?

Matt likes a night to himself

every once in a while.

Thanks for the story.

Are you happy?

What kind of question is that?

Are you?

Yeah.

Have a nice night.

[Lock clicks]

You're home early.

How was your night?

The strange reporter came in.

What for?

It was kind of weird.

Weird, how?

She wanted to know

if I was happy.

That's it?

Yeah.

[Scoffs]

(Violet)

You happy, Matt?

I'm happy.

Survey says brain cancer

or P.M.L.

If it's cancer, they might be

able to do something about it.

If it's P.M.L.,

the virus will eat my brain,

and I will gradually

lose my ability

to walk, hear, and speak.

Luckily, I will retain

my ability to drool

and make disturbing

animal-like noises.

F***.

They can't be

absolutely sure

unless I let them drill

a hole in my skull

so they can do a biopsy

on my brain.

F***!

[Moaning]

I love you.

I mean it.

How're you feeling?

Like someone drilled

a hole in my head.

You?

Same.

You have to show them.

I promised.

We all lie

when we have to.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Mm, looks great.

I guess David's been busy

with the show.

Show?

(Violet)

Let's go.

Hey, they're gonna kill

Superman.

[Train whistle blowing]

What if Violet

sees them?

Don't I get some say

in what happens to them?

You didn't sit

for them.

You didn't create them.

I inspired them.

You don't pay the fruit

when you do a still life.

You promised.

You said you loved me.

Take advantage of it.

You could be famous.

I don't want to be

a famous fag.

You didn't mind when I made

your restaurant famous.

I'll wreck them.

I will. I'll break in

You even think about touching

one of those paintings,

and it won't be

your restaurant

that'll be

in the gossip columns.

It'll be stories

about you sucking my cock.

You got that?

If you want, if it'll keep you

from showing those paintings,

I'll come back.

Do whatever

you like.

How did I ever drown in

someone so shallow?

David, Please.

Think of Violet.

Did you?

[Electric guitar music]

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What?

David's show.

Yeah.

The paintings,

they're of me.

You?

Nude.

[Chuckling]

What?

(Matt)

We've been sleeping together.

You've been sleeping

with David?

(Matt)

Yes.

David, our waiter?

I love you.

You're a f***ing fag.

I'm not a f***ing fag.

David's our friend!

Why would you...

Jesus.

Violet...

I love you.

Don't.

Look,

I-I knew it was wrong.

I don't know why I did it.

I've never done anything

like this before in my life.

Never.

But that doesn't mean

that I don't love you.

I love you more

than I ever have right now.

I can never

trust you again.

(Matt)

You can...

What if you gave me AIDS?

He doesn't have AIDS.

We didn't do

anything unsafe.

Did he f*** you

in the ass?

No!

(Violet)

You f***ed him, though?

Oocksucker!

Slam!

We can work through this.

Work through this?

Yeah.

Do you love him?

No.

I want a divorce.

No.

You'll give me a divorce.

I guarantee it.

I love you too.

Give me your keys.

It's not

the same thing.

Give me your keys

to the apartment, Matt.

Violet,

don't leave me.

I'm sorry.

Go away, Matt.

[Suspenseful music]

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[panting]

David.

It's time.

No.

It's P.M.L., David.

There's nothing

they can do.

They'll find something.

Not this time,

baby.

You're all I've got.

This isn't about you,

David.

I know.

No, you don't.

I can't do this anymore.

You can live a long time

before it gets really bad.

But I can't live a long time

with a penis.

Not anymore.

I'm too tired.

Not yet, Shan.

It's time.

Have a beer.

Get a room.

Oall the ambulance from wherever

you are in the morning.

I'll use forgotten

Kryptonian technology

to suck the virus

out of your body.

You're not Superman,

David.

Let me go.

No.

You told me

you could do this.

Please.

It's what I want.

Thank you.

[Soft instrumental music]

# #

Mean ya.

Love it.

Go.

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(Kryla)

You said you weren't

sleeping with him.

It was none

of your business.

Friends don't lie

to each other.

We all lie

to each other.

It's what we're taught.

It's how we learn

to communicate.

What you were doing

was wrong.

Why?

Because they're married?

Yes.

You're an alcoholic.

You're a drug addict.

You're bitter.

You're a fag.

You can't change that,

not even by falling in love

with a straight guy.

What bothers you more, that I

fell in love or the fact that

I fell in love with someone who

considers himself straight?

Please.

You came to the restaurant; you

made sure I was in the paper...

Christ, you even walked in on us

when we were f***ing!

You were not

supposed to lie to me.

Not to me.

I'm your best friend.

Shannon's dead.

What?

She's doing it right now.

Why didn't you tell me?

She asked me

not to tell anyone.

I wanted to say good-bye.

She was avoiding that.

Right, but you get

what you want.

Meaning?

Someone else to mourn.

Another excuse to feel sorry

for yourself.

F*** off, Kryla!

A**hole!

Fag hag!

You know...

[tsks]

I don't like you.

I haven't

for a very long time.

[Electric guitar music]

# #

[panting]

[Siren wailing]

[Doorbell buzzing]

[Water dripping]

[Breathing heavily]

[Steam hissing]

[Water dripping]

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