Sleeping with the Enemy Page #4

I hate to be wrong.

- Why? Why does it have to be me?

- Because you teach drama.

Oh, Jesus! God, there must be half a dozen...

- It's you.

- No! You don't understand.

I live with another man.

Ask anyone!

If you tell anyone, if you tell the police,

you and your gentleman friend...

Stay with me, Nina,

I implore you, or or let me go with you...

OK. Good, good. Come on down for a second.

One thing we can't forget is

Treplev hasn't seen Nina in two years,

so when he gets her in the room,

he wants her to stay. Know what I mean?

Nina, I cursed you. I hated you.

I tore up all your letters and photographs,

but every minute I was conscious

that my soul was bound to yours forever.

I can never stop loving you.

Ever since I lost you,

my life has been unbearable. I'm miserable.

I call to you, I kiss the ground you walked on.

Wherever I look, I see your face.

I am alone.

I've no one's affection to warm me.

I am as cold as if I were living in a dungeon,

and no matter what I write, it's dry, hard, dark.

Stay here, Nina, I implore you,

or let me go with you.

- You ever loved someone that much?

- No.

So, give me 20 minutes.

I just wanna freshen up.

- Can I bring anything?

- Just you. And leave your friends at home.

I won't take long.

I'm sorry. Are you OK?

Saying goodbye to old ghosts, you know.

- What are you doin' here?

- It's all set.

- Come on. Get dressed.

- OK.

I'll see you out there.

Do you wanna do somethin' tomorrow?

Yeah, sure.

I had a really good time tonight.

Me too.

- Tomorrow.

- Yeah.

Ben.

Sh*t!

No!

Hello, princess.

It's wonderful to see ya...

alive.

That's the first touch after so long apart.

Have you been thinking of it too?

Sara? Are you there?

- No...

- I'll kill him.

- Can you hear me?

- Just a second.

- Hi.

- Hi.

It's tomorrow. 12:05. I couldn't wait.

- Ben, I'm just so tired.

- Still spooked by ghosts, huh?

- They're all around me.

- How about I come in?

It's really not a good time, OK?

Later, then.

- Good night, Sara.

- Good night.

He doesn't matter.

He's nothing, Laura. Nothing.

F*** you.

What's his name?

Ben.

Martin, he...

He doesn't have anything to do with us,

does he, princess?

- Does he?

- No.

Remember our honeymoon.

The night I taught you to dance.

Of course you haven't forgotten.

You said those were

the happiest days of your whole life.

Remember this?

This is yours, Laura.

We are one. We will always be one.

Nothing can keep us apart.

Martin...

I'm impressed.

Now let's end this while you're still ahead.

Come to me, Martin. Walk this way.

Always my pleasure.

- That's far enough.

- Oh, I don't think so.

Here feels right.

There's the telephone.

You could call the police.

I know your every thought, Laura.

You're wondering if they can protect you.

Who knows?

They may issue an order instructing me

to stay away from my own wife.

Nothing can keep me away.

I love you, Laura.

I can't live without you.

And I won't let you live without me.

Think carefully.

- Yes, give me the police. Hurry, please.

- This is our last chance.

- Yes, this is Sara Waters at 408 Tremont.

- Take that chance.

Come quickly. I've just killed an intruder.

God!

Ben...

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