The Little Death Page #5

Not one single dollar?

OK, you should just give them

what you've got.

- Alright.

- He doesn't have anything.

- For f***'s sake.

- That's what he said.

Alright, mate.

- Alright, that's fine.

- OK.

What?

Alright, you want phones?

They're yours.

There you go.

Oh, come on, mate.

That's enough.

You got what you wanted.

I wouldn't say that.

Aren't you

a pretty little thing?

- Alright, f*** off.

- What are you doing?

Sorry, sir, there's been

a gas leak in the garage.

- I can't let you through.

- A gas leak?

Hmm.

Paul! Paul!

Paul! Where are you...?

Is he OK?

Hey.

Hey, sweetheart.

- Where are we?

- We're in the hospital.

- Sh*t, are you OK?

- Am I OK?

Yeah, I'm OK. You're not OK.

You fractured your skull,

honey.

But you're going to be fine.

Oh, my God. How?

You fell and hit your head.

Really? I don't remember.

Yeah, the doctor said

you might not.

- It's OK, just rest.

- What happened?

Somebody hit you.

The car park.

Yeah. In the car park.

Did I rape you?

Shh.

That's what I was trying

to do, sweetheart.

- Shh.

- Those men, I paid them.

- I know.

- They were actors.

They were meant to hit me

with a fake bottle.

- Yeah.

- Did they use a real bottle?

- L-l don't...

- It should have been fake.

Honey, just try and rest.

Just try and relax.

- It was for your birthday.

- I know.

- As a surprise.

- I know.

Did I do it?

Maeve, tell me.

Did I rape you?

- Yeah. Baby, you raped me.

- Yeah?

Was it OK?

Yeah.

Was it what you wanted?

- Yeah.

- Thank God.

I really tried to think

of everything this time.

You know, I really put

some thought into it.

- I know.

- Yeah.

I practised.

But, you know, it was

my first rape and I...

I don't know if I'm, like,

meant to be a raper.

- Shh...

- 'Cause it was...

No, baby, it was perfect.

It was perfect.

Wait, so when

did I hit my head?

- Right after.

- Sh*t.

- There was more.

- No.

- There was more...

- No more, no.

I was meant to do

one more thing.

Pauly, no more, please.

Honey, no, that's enough.

Just one more thing.

Where are my clothes?

Please, just get my clothes.

MY leans.

The front pocket of my jeans.

Yeah.

You don't have to answer now.

I will be at Mum's until

you sort out your priorities.

You're my priority!

Done! Sorted!

Well, it doesn't feel like it.

You never look at me anymore.

You're late home

every night...

I'm under the pump at work,

babe.

That is bullshit. Bullshit!

I called your brother

and he told me

you've been taking

theatre lessons.

Theatre... Screen acting

classes. So what?

So what the f***? Since when

did you want to be an actor'?

You're the one who said

I should get into it.

- What? When?

- Oh, God!

When we first started

this whole role play thing.

You said I could be

a famous actor. Your words.

That does not sound like

something I would say.

And that is not the point.

The point is you lied

about it.

I was embarrassed.

I mean, Jesus, Evie!

Me? An actor?

- It's crazy.

- It's ridiculous.

It's not ridiculous.

Dan. It's ridiculous.

Don't go. Evie.

Don't go.

If you walk out that door,

you'll be making the biggest

mistake of my life.

I used to be scared

of the idea of growing old.

Now I'm just scared

of the idea...

...of growing old without you.

- Ow. F***!

- What?

Oh, I got it in my eye.

Christ!

- Got what in your eye?

- Tiger Balm.

I got f***ing Tiger Balm in my

eye. God, that really stings.

How did you get Tiger Balm

in your eye?

You're supposed to put it

near your eye.

Like, the bridge of your nose

and it makes you cry.

They showed us how to do it

in acting class this week.

You were acting?

Yeah, you couldn't tell,

though, right?

You are a psychopath.

You're not... you're not

even ready to be a husband,

let alone a...

Let alone a what?

Evie.

Let alone a what?

An actor?

You're not a f***ing actor.

Wow.

What happened to you?

Where's Dan?

'Where's Dan? Where's Dan?'

F*** Dan!

Dan is boring. He's pathetic.

Why do you keep going

on about Dan?

I can be better

than Dan, Evie.

I'm done with Dan.

Yeah.

Me too.

DOCTOR:
OK, so I will see you

next time?

Have a good day.

Richard, come on in.

What's bothering you?

Um, well, I just wanted to

talk to you about Rowena.

- Where are you going?

- Uh, I don't know.

I just can't be here

right now.

Why?

I saw Dr Barnes today.

She said she hasn't seen you

in weeks.

- And you don't have cancer.

- I don't have cancer.

What the f*** is going on?

Well, I just came

from the doctor

and the results came back

and they are negative.

I don't have cancer.

We beat it.

No, it's bullshit.

Dr Barnes said she hasn't

seen you in weeks.

I never said

I went to Dr Barnes.

Yes, you did.

You said Dr Barnes.

Well, honey, if I said that,

I'm sorry.

I thought I had cancer,

I was a bit confused.

But I don't...

...have it.

- So there's no cancer.

- No.

Are you crying?

Aw...

- Sweetie, are you crying?

- Yes, I'm f***ing crying!

- Ow! That hurt!

- Oh, did it? Good!

I hurt you, good!

Because I can't help but feel

that for the last few weeks,

you've been hurting me. Like,

deliberately or something.

- That is so crazy!

- Is it?

Then how come you keep putting

photos of my dad up

all around the house?

I put a couple up,

I don't keep putting...

But you do! This is

what I'm talking about!

You're not putting photos up,

except you are.

Y-You didn't throw those

posters out, except you did.

But only because you have

cancer, except you don't!

I can't trust you anymore, R0!

I still don't know where

Roxy is. My dad's dead.

I'm crying

all the f***ing time.

I'm so dehydrated

and I can't help but feel

that you are somehow...

you're behind it all!

OK, firstly,

I did not kill your dad.

Boy, do I keep

picking the wrong times.

So sorry.

Richard, can you just...?

Wait, Richard!

Please, can you just stop

and talk to me?

- Honey, please don't go.

- Why?

Are you gonna actually tell me

what's going on?

Like, look in my eyes and

actually tell me the truth?

No, of course not.

All I ever wanted

was to have a family with you.

And now...

...sh*t, I'm almost glad

I couldn't get you pregnant.

I am pregnant.

What?

- Please come here.

- No, what did you say?

Don't f*** with me, R0,

not about this.

- What did you say?

- I said I'm pregnant.

Is that true?

Are you sure?

How can you be sure?

Just, I am, I'm sure.

You're pregnant?

That's what all this

has been about?

Why didn't you tell me?

Scared.

We're gonna have a baby?

We're gonna have a baby?

I thought

it was kicking.

It's just your knee twitching.

- Playing up again?

- Oh, no, it's fine.

It just hums sometimes.

Moni, this service

doesn't work

if the interpreter

is deaf too.

It's not quite

that bad.

- Getting worse, though?

- Please don't tell anybody.

I need this job.

- Thank you.

PHONE:

You've called Phone F***.

Which ones of our sluts

do you want?

- I beg your pardon?

- This is Phone F***.

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