Valley of Love Page #4

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I'm starting to realize that.

- Are you in pain?

- A little.

- Let's head back.

- No, wait.

Did I tell you my phone broke?

No.

I dropped it on purpose.

The screen cracked.

Those things are junk.

I lied to you.

I didn't see a psychic in Paris.

I sat in her waiting room

but I left before seeing her.

I was afraid she'd tell me

Michael was really dead.

That's not what I wanted to hear.

Sometimes I feel like I'm collapsing,

like nothing's holding me up.

I feel abandoned, empty.

Even when I think

about my life back home.

My kids, my family...

No, that was last month.

Go ahead, put dad on.

I love you, honey. Kisses.

Hello?

That's it.

Yeah, that's it.

There's no shade.

Over there maybe, on the other side.

It's unbearable.

- You coming?

- Yes, I'm coming.

There's no shade.

Stop, stop right there!

Right...

- I'm hot.

- Then come on!

Where? The sun's everywhere!

This way.

So you don't give a damn?

Exactly.

Is it spirituality

you don't give a damn about?

Spirituality!

It's thinking about it I don't like.

It's like God.

Or the soul.

They're just words.

I'm talking about

the idea of spirituality.

The point's not to debate its existence,

but to understand

what we mean by spirituality.

Everyone's entitled to it, or...

at least to give it a name.

Forget it,

you're impossible to talk to!

You've worn out a lot of women.

I think I wore myself out too.

Are you living with anyone?

No.

It's important to have someone

by your side.

Especially in your condition.

Don't worry. I feel fine.

I still have a few good friends.

How many?

Not many.

Still, we had some good times.

Of course.

Remember that first hotel?

It's still there.

- I went back 3 months ago.

- Really?

Remember the rooms?

You realize all the hotels I've slept

in over 30 years?

You must remember the elevator.

We made love in it.

Are you crazy?

I remember it perfectly.

Standing up, against the gate.

Really?

I stood at the window of my room,

I lit a cigarette.

I smoked thinking about those days.

I watched the people below.

It was great.

Another sign, no?

A sign of what?

Are you gonna keep on

ignoring the evidence?

The evidence?

Where do you see evidence?

There's not a f***ing shred

of evidence in this shithole!

How awful!

Is something wrong?

There was a dog's head

in the restroom.

In a bag.

It was missing an eye.

- What was it doing there?

- I have no idea.

Some guy came to get it

while I was washing my hands.

- Don't you like mushrooms?

- Not really.

One less vegetable on your list.

It's the most radioactive vegetable.

No kidding.

I stopped eating them

after Chernobyl.

That said,

there's radioactivity everywhere.

Even in the desert.

- Even here?

- Of course.

But the risk is much higher

in the mountains.

Tibetans in the Himalayas

are exposed to cosmic rays

four times more powerful

than people in Paris or Manila.

Tibetans?

They're radioactive?

They live closer to the sun.

This wine's good, what is it?

Cabernet Sauvignon.

It's got a hint of currant.

You taste it?

It's not supposed to.

All I can taste is the mushrooms.

Can't get this damn

radioactive flavor out of my mouth.

So it's pointless asking you to stay?

I'm leaving tomorrow at 3.

Reschedule your appointment.

I told you,

I've been waiting weeks for it.

Michael's been waiting 6 months.

What's the plan tomorrow?

Mosaic Canyon.

After that?

Natural Bridge.

You have the schedule in your letter.

I checked at the hotel.

A guy from the front desk

will drive you.

Goodnight.

My feet hurt.

You should've come, you know.

It's beautiful.

It's sand.

Dunes.

This heat.

It's a quarter to.

It's a quarter to.

You OK?

It burns.

Show me.

See a doctor when we get back.

I want to finish the hike.

In this heat?

I'm staying here.

I'll leave the bag.

We'll eat afterwards.

I'll be back in 15 minutes.

- Do you have water?

- Yes!

Is someone there?

Come!

Grard!

Come!

I couldn't wait, I was starving.

Are you OK?

Grard, what's wrong?

What is it?

Michael.

My God, My God...

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me! Get off me!

Get off me, Grard!

Get off me!

Son of a b*tch!

There's no way! Get off!

Get off!

You're disgusting.

You're a monster!

You're doing this

because you're dying!

Why didn't you call me, Grard?

Say he'll come back!

Say he'll come back!

Why didn't you call me?

He grabbed my hands.

Get off me!

- It was him. It was Michael!

- Get off me!

He grabbed my hands!

He grabbed my hands like this.

And he told me...

"I love you."

"I love you." He said he loved us.

He forgives us.

It was him, it was him.

It was Michael.

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