The Quiet Page #6

No.

Do you have any cigarettes?

Yeah.

MICHELLE:
Hold these for me

because I've gotta go

find Brian.

There you are.

Do you want to go dance?

(MAYBE NOT PLAYING)

Let's take that bag off.

Come on,

you can't dance with it on.

Come on, let's go.

# At the turn of the tide

is withering thee

# Remember one thing

the dream you can see

# Pray to be shake this land

# We all do what we can

# So we can do

just one more thing

You're shaking.

Are you nervous?

# We won't have a thing

# So we've got nothing to lose

# We can all be free

# Maybe not with words

# Maybe not with a look #

I Like dancing with you, Dot.

Dot, wait.

Dot?

Turn around, Dot.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Can you hear me?

I'm sorry.

You can talk?

You can hear?

You're a psycho,

you know that?

All those things

I said to you were private.

I know that.

You sat there

and you listened to me

talk about my dick.

You sat there

and you Listened to me talk

about how many times

I beat off.

Connor, please.

What?

You don't Like

to hear it anymore, Dot?

It's not as much fun

when you have to

come up with an answer,

is it, Dot?

Please.

No.

F*** you.

Nina. Come on, we gotta go.

NINA:
Where are we going?

DOT:
Follow me.

DOT:
Here.

I think that's deep enough.

I never got

to bury my father.

Your father must have known

that you could hear.

It was our secret.

Why did you do it?

Because you wouldn't.

No, I mean,

why did you pretend

you were deaf

in the first place?

I just...

I wanted to be closer to him.

And invisible

to everyone else.

Well, you can't now.

Why?

Because then

well both be alone.

Let's go home.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

Mom!

Where are they taking you?

Nina, hold on,

I'm going to go away

for a Little while, okay?

I'm not--I'm not well.

I did a terrible,

terrible thing.

I killed your father.

He went crazy.

He was throwing things,

and breaking things,

and he told me he hated me.

And I--I took a piano wire

and-- and I strangled him

with it.

POLICE OFFICER:
Okay,

time's up.

Hold on one second!

Just Let me finish.

I didn't want

him to hurt you.

Nina, I never

wanted him to hurt you.

I'm sorry, Nina.

Can you ever forgive me?

I am so sorry.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

DOT:
People always talk

about the quiet

before the storm

but no one talks

about the quiet after.

(PIANO PLAYING)

At least after the storm

you know it's really over.

When Beethoven died in 1827,

over 10, 000

people came to mourn.

DOT:
From the beginning.

DOT:
I used to fantasize

that when I died

there wouldn't be a funeral.

Having led my life invisibly,

no one would come to mourn.

But being invisible

isn't worth it in the end.

Because when you're invisible,

other people may not see you

but you can't help

seeing other people.

(CAN I BE YOUR SECRET PLAYING)

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