Passion Fish Page #2

Is 3:
00 in morning.

- I'll turn the volume down.

- Is night.

You must sleep.

I got the rest

of my life to sleep.

Eat.

I'm not hungry.

Is good breaktast. Eat.

I'm not hungry.

I'm not even AwaKe.

No eat, no TV.

Weren't you in

Ilsa:
She-Beast Of The Gulag?

Eat.

I call agency.

They send new person tomorrow.

Betore I tound Him, I used to

get really depressed and all.

Betore I tound Him, I used to

get really depressed and all.

Like I'd try to go on a diet...

and I'd starve myselt and like

throw up a lot and everything, you know.

But then the minute I went otf the diet,

I gained back all the weight I'd lost.

And I'd teel so weak

and worthless...

and, you know, like...

- Pudgy.

- Pudgy! Yes!

But then I tound Him,

And it like clicked in my head...

that He loves you

whether you're...

like pudgy or skinny,

or short or tall...

or really smart

or kinda stupid...

or all healthy and athletic,

or like...

Crippled.

Physically challenged, you know?

- I'm sorry.

- You hate this job?

No, it's not that.

I mean, I do hate this job,

but that's not what's so terrible.

You got problems

wlth your boytriend?

Yes.

Well, you shouldn't let some big dope

get you all hysterical.

But he's not a dope.

He's not even American.

What's his name? Derek?

No.

- jean-Claude?

- No.

Paulo?

Yes.

Do you know that Blake?

Ditterent show.

I hate her.

How's about Lucinda?

Lucinda?

On the stories.

Do you know her?

A ditterent show.

Raven? DominiQue?

- Ditterent show.

- It's on the same network though.

she comes on right atter you.

There's not like a room where

they store us all in between shows.

What about that Erica?

Morgan City, which is like

the lowest pit oF hell, you know?

I was stuck there tor about

two or three weeks...

until I met this guy Blackout,

this biker.

You like bikes?

Blackout got these disability checKs

trom the government, you know.

'Cause he was in this

psychological drug experiment thing...

when he was in the army,

and somethin' went wrong.

You know what it's like

to sleep with somebody that's got...

like a ten-inch hunting knite

strapped to his thigh?

But you know,

he was an okay guy really...

as long as he

stayed on medicatlon.

Boy, it he skipped a dose or two,

that was like...

And besides, he had to go back

in the hospital to get a retit...

on this steel plate that,

you know, he had in his head.

And that's when I met

this guitar player.

You know, heavy metal?

Well, this is way beyond that.

I know this guy that got electrocuted

once when he was working out on the rig.

He told me that he sees exactly the same

kind ot blue flashes when Dwaine plays.

You ever been electrocuted?

I'm Chantelle.

Didn't think they'd

send another one.

How long have you been

without somebody?

I dropped the remote.

I think it's behind the couch.

You really oughta have

a ramp out there.

Breaktast.

Oh, sh*t.

I haven't been taking my...

Ditropan.

- I had an accident here.

- I'IL help you wAsh up.

Listen, Sharelle.

Chantelle.

You got any problems...

personal problems...

L don't wanna hear 'em.

You been doin' this long?

No.

You?

You are a nurse, aren't you?

Yeah.

I just haven't done

this caretaker thing betore.

I mean, staying over

at somebody's house.

Well, I'll tell you, Shondelle,

it's a snap.

Chantelle.

All the things I can't do,

you do 'em tor me.

These days,

that's just about everything.

Can't go anywhere by myselt.

I can't cook anymore.

I can't work anymoRe.

I can't sh*t

without a suppository.

I can't have sex I can feel...

unless I really

get into blowj*bs.

Sorry.

You're probably some big Christian,

and I just put my foot in my mouth.

It's none ot my business

what you put in your mouth, Ms. Culhane.

Chantelle, huh?

What'd they tell you about me

at the agency?

You're a T-10.

What else?

You have your own money, so the pay

was better than the state cases.

Did they tell you

I was a b*tch?

On wheels.

You tound my umbilical cord.

Do you have any way to call me

it you need anything?

I just turn the volume way up.

Look, I got no idea what

the last one left you up there.

I'll be tine.

Good night, Ms. Culhane.

I don't usually wet myself.

Don't worry about it.

Do you need me

to cut that up For you more?

I can't deal with grapetruit

in the morning.

We don't have any eggs.

I've got 'em on the list.

I can't deal with

breaktast at all.

There's still a car

out bacK, isn't there?

- Big brown thing?

- Good.

Last one took it into Laf ayette a couple

times. Atraid she might have sold it.

Is there anything you need

betore I go?

L can change the channels myselt.

should I help you in the bathroom

betore I go?

I was the best voider

in my rehab group.

Thought they would give me

a tucking medaL or something.

Your bathroom's

not set up too well.

Keys should be in the car.

Try to get back

as soon as I can.

- Don't kill yourselt.

- You neither.

Oh, God.

You ain't from around here.

I can tell.

Yeah.

And you are.

I can tell.

somebody's in a bad mood.

Must've walked what?

ThRee, tour miles?

What do you do

for this lady you work for?

I take care of her, I guess.

White lady?

- Mm-hmm.

- Old?

Are you a detective?

- You a nurse?

- I was, almost.

The pay must be real good

to get a tine-lookin' young lady...

to live out with some

sickly old white woman.

Pay's all right.

- I hope you stay workin' around here.

- Look.

It you're trying to be charmin',

don't be wastin' it on me.

What is that smell?

- That's horse, darlin'.

- You put a horse back there?

I take care of 'em.

Put shoes on their hooves.

Train 'em tor their owners.

You're giving me griet

about workin' tor a white woman.

Is this the town?

Most oF it.

Where you want me to leave you?

Right here Is good.

Right.

You want me to tind some gas

when you're back out?

I can manage, thanks.

- Sugar.

- What?

sugar Ledoux. That's me.

You have got to be kidding.

Well, my real name is ulysses.

Like ulysses in the ballad.

What's your name?

- Chantelle.

- Chantelle what?

Chantelle who's got no time tor

French-talkin' Louisiana cowboys.

You dance, Chantelle?

No. Not anymore.

Excuse me.

- Could I buy one ot those cans?

- Them are mine.

- You don't work here?

- Well, nobody work here.

Old Abe there owns the pumps,

but he mostly drinks and sleeps.

Leave the box out tor people

to put the money in. He's sleepin' now.

So they just leave the money

for what they take?

- You're not trom here, are you?

- No.

And your car's broke down

somewhere without no gas?

Wait one minute.

I'II take you there, put some in.

I also have a lot oF stuFf

over at the liQuor store.

We go by there, pick 'em up.

Sh*t!

Propane guns keep the birds ott

the rice seed. It's that time of year.

This used to belong to Mr. Culhane.

Lived out by the lake.

- It's his daughter's now.

- Word is, she's stuck in a bed.

She's paraplegic.

Well, how's she doin'?

I just started out there.

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