Nine Lives Page #5

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I didn't mean anything by it.

It is a small world.

We're all moths around the same light bulb.

What was she like?

I don't know. It's hard, you know?

You know.

I feel so detached at these occasions.

It's horrible, but I do.

May God forgive me.

So are you still seeing that other guy?

No.

I liked him. What happened?

Whatever happens.

You wake up one morning...

And you rinse them off.

If her sisters see you here,

all hell is gonna break loose.

Why?

Cut the crap.

- I wanna go now.

- What's wrong?

- I just... I wanna go. Now.

- Okay.

Is anything wrong?

What?

I don't wanna be in here with you.

Andrew.

Andrew, your wife's funeral's in there.

I have an idea.

Why don't you and I make out

in front of her dead body?

It would excite you, huh?

You don't think so?

You don't think this is her day?

You sh*t, you're going crazy.

No. No! No.

Wait. Wait.

Lorna? Lorna, is Andrew in there?

Bonnie's sisters are here.

Is that 114?

Are you okay?

Fine.

Sure?

Sure.

Very well, my love.

Come here. Come here!

Look. Look at that moon.

That's the same moon that Jesus saw.

And Buddha and Mohammed.

I've never thought of that.

It's a reminder to us all

that we are linked to everyone...

and everything on this little planet.

That's beautiful.

Connections.

We make them, and we are made of them.

Which reminds me...

they didn't have a single-malt Scotch,

so I got us a blended.

A blended?

- Blended Scotch, not single-malt Scotch.

- Okay.

I thought...

You're a Scotch drinker, right?

I thought that's what you wanted.

I hate Scotch.

Well, maybe...

Hate is maybe too strong a word.

I mean, twist my arm, and I'll drink it.

Well, I will if you will.

- It's a deal?

- It's a deal.

- Madame.

- Mr. Stanton.

Sealed with a kiss.

No, please.

- Why?

- I don't know. Here?

Why not?

- Without music?

- Music is inside of us.

Listen to you.

You're a good kisser.

Thank you.

I've been told that once before.

Really? By whom?

An immigration agent.

Here we are at last. Home, sweet home.

Your place or mine, Ruthie?

Ruth, does anyone ever call you "Ruthie"?

- No.

- No?

They've come for us.

A turn of events for someone.

I hope it's something

she can laugh about tomorrow.

That's a sweet thing to say.

Well, it's laugh...

or regret, the ugliest feeling in the world.

- Will you excuse me?

- Yes.

Do you like these animal programs?

I do.

Sit.

It's life like we can only imagine it.

Planetary life.

Planetary?

It's better if you have no idea

how they make them.

Why? Do they hurt the animals?

No, but it's all put together.

See the lion, right?

He's looking at the zebras?

The zebras were photographed

in another country the year before.

How do you know that?

That's how they work.

They put the pieces together to tell a story...

or they put an animal in the way of another

so they can film the action.

It's all a confection.

Confection?

Something they've cooked up

for our delight.

So it's not real?

It's real. Everything is real.

There's nothing more real than a mirage.

What shall we drink to?

To me.

To...

absent friends.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

We need ice.

- It's okay.

- No.

No, let's not settle for anything...

less than the ideal tonight.

Okay.

Watch your head.

I'm sorry, I just...

Well, did you know this woman?

No, I'm in Room 114.

'Cause they're gonna want to talk

to anyone who does.

She's been on the run.

But, you know,

that didn't stop her from talking my ear off.

Told me about her little girl...

and how unfair life was and...

I don't know.

Oh, yeah, and...

how the stars all line up

for some people and not for others.

I mean, she had this whole world-view.

You would not believe the people

that pass through here on a full moon.

I mean, they're just like ghosts

dragging their chains.

I've never seen you before.

Well, hey, we all make our beds, huh?

You forgot a shoe.

Samantha?

Are you there?

Hello?

- Hi.

- Is something wrong?

No. Everything's fine.

Did Diana come?

No, no, she wasn't feeling well.

She couldn't make it.

Is it over?

No, it hasn't started yet, so...

don't wait for me for dinner, okay?

Hey, how was your day?

I ran into Mr. Mack

and he totally didn't recognize me.

That's funny. Did you tell your dad?

Yeah, I told him.

What'd he say?

I don't know. He laughed. He's Dad.

Well, be sure he gets his...

- I'll just see you at home, okay?

- Okay.

I love you, Sammy.

Your mother loves you.

I know.

Bye-bye.

She's a good girl.

Hang on to your clothes.

Who's here with you?

- My husband's outside.

- I'll let him know that you're ready.

Just walk down the hall.

Room 63, on your right.

Sixty-three.

- Hi.

- Camille Caso.

Hello, Camille. Take this bed right here.

When was the last time you ate?

- I had dinner at 9:00.

- Anything today? Water?

- Nope. Nothing.

- Okay.

Let's take your blood pressure here.

Thanks.

- What is it?

- One second.

You're okay. 145 over 90.

You're a bit nervous.

Yeah.

Just take deeper breaths.

All right,

I'll be back to hook you up to your IV...

to keep you nice and hydrated, okay?

Those are my clothes over there.

You're supposed to keep them.

Can I wear them?

She threw this blanket over me

like I was dead.

Slow down, Camille.

I dreamt that my breast

was flushed down the toilet...

and washed out to the ocean

and the sea gulls were pecking on it.

- Lucky sea gulls.

- Come on.

What do they do with it?

- I don't know. We'll ask the doctor.

- No, don't.

- Don't, okay?

- Okay.

Can we call Tess?

No, you can't use a cell phone in here.

It's not allowed.

You know what?

I think they probably went to school already.

I hope she took her heavy sweater.

This is the year of her period.

I got mine when I was 12.

Can you sit me up here?

I don't want to lie down the whole time.

- No, no, the bed goes up.

- All right.

- No, I know. Let me find the thing.

- Wanna push the bed up?

Here.

- No, up! Up!

- I know. Okay. All right, all right. Hold on.

- How's that?

- More.

There?

- More, more, more.

- All right, all right, all right.

- Okay, stop!

- Okay.

If something were to happen to me...

you would love her to death

and take care of her forever, right?

- Nothing's gonna happen to you.

- How do you know that?

- Are you gonna take care of her?

- What do you think?

The thought of my little girl in the world

without me can crush me like an egg.

- Nothing's gonna happen.

- Okay.

- I'll bring her by in the afternoon.

- Okay.

She loves you.

You have such a knack for the obvious.

God, I'm so angry with you.

Why?

I don't know. Ever since I was diagnosed,

I've been hating your guts.

What did I do?

- Wanna talk about it?

- No. Now?

No. We'll talk about it

when I'm the titless wonder.

- Is this man bothering you?

- Yeah.

Go ahead, sir, and take a seat,

or I'll have to call the police.

- Okay.

- I'm just joking.

Okay.

Let me plug into you here.

Dr. Roberto Chiprut. He's a great doctor.

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