The Kreutzer Sonata Page #7

realize you have been totally

f***ing p*ssy-whipped.

To be honest, I feel like a d*ckhead

just talking about this.

It's all right.

You're probably...

you're probably right, Dave.

And you might as well be dead.

And that's what they want anyway.

Do you want me to pull over?

No, I'm fine.

So, once you've realized that,

you think to yourself,

"What am I doing?

What am I doing?

I might as well just be going out

and getting a hooker."

The only thing is is I'm married

to a hooker, and I'm not likely

to get syphilis, gonorrhea, AIDS,

or you know, my cock won't drop off,

because I'm married to her.

Now you're laughing.

See, that's what I wanted.

Yeah.

I wanted to cheer you up,

and I've cheered you up.

You feel better?

Thank you, David, thank you.

Thank you.

I feel better too.

I feel better that you feel better.

I really feel so glad and

relieved to see you laughing,

but I tell you what you do need

to do tonight, and it was

something that somebody helped

me with when I was feeling down

in this town.

Do you want to know?

Sure.

There are some really

great pubs here.

It's really down to earth.

You pay a certain amount

of money for a lap dance.

It's like buying a raffle ticket.

In Britain they call them

raffle tickets, you know,

village fetes and things like that?

Buy these little tickets, and

you buy, oh, a ticket that's,

you know, for like 15 bucks you

get a lap dance,

60 bucks you get a blow job

It's like 300 bucks, you get

the whole thing,

and it's so tasteful,

people from Japan use it.

Oh, really?

Yeah, it's great.

I don't think that's...

It may not be to your taste, but...

- I don't think so.

- No?

We've been told a lie, all of us.

We've been told sex is good,

sex is fun, sex is all you need.

Is it?

Look into my soul...

and look at the devils

that are tearing it apart.

Now tell me it's all

so f***ing Wonderful.

Hi, Ginger, it's Edgar.

How are you?

Very good, thank you.

Good, good.

Um, when did she leave?

Uh...around 6:
30?

Who'd she leave with?

Aiden, I think.

All right.

All right, Ginger, thanks.

Sorry I missed your call.

Please leave a message.

Hello.

Hi. Is she back yet?

No, um, she called.

She'll be back around 11:15.

Oh. All right.

I'll, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Thanks.

Sorry I missed your call.

Please leave a message

and I'll call you back.

Sorry I missed your call.

I was cold.

My jaw started to shake

My teeth rattled.

I shuffled forward mechanically.

What were my thoughts?

What did I Want?

I've absolutely no idea.

All I knew was that some terrible

and very important event

was about to take place in my life.

Oh...

I could hardly breathe.

So here it Was, for real.

No imagination.

I had a strange feeling of joy

that my pain was about to end,

that I'd be able to give

my hatred free rein.

And indeed I did.

I became a Wild beast,

a ferocious and cunning Wild beast.

It was almost...

an out-of-body experience.

I acted precisely, unhurriedly,

but Without Wasting a moment

and with only one outcome in view.

Lexi and Desi?

When people tell you that

they don't remember what they did

when they were

in a mad fit of rage...

don't believe a Word of it.

It's, it's all lies, bullshit.

I remembered everything afterward,

and I've never stopped remembering it,

not for one millisecond.

The more steam my rage got up,

the more brilliantly some kind

of light flared up inside me,

making me hyper conscious

of every detail.

Edgar

Edgar

No...

HO...

no!

Ohh!

Looking at her battered face,

for the first time I forgot

about myself, my...

injured pride.

For the first time I saw her

as a, as a human being.

And so insignificant

did all that had hurt me

and made me jealous now seem,

and so terrible what I'd done,

and I realized that I'd never know

Whether or not she had

been unfaithful, and Worse,

it didn't even matter any more.

Is that blood?

Forgive me...

I have to tell you something...

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