Waking the Dead Page #6

What do you want me to do?

Should I do what they want?

Is that the right thing?

You still gonna love me?

Where did you go?

Where the f*** did I go?

A simplified tax code with

radical reductions of write-offs...

and a thorough reappraisal of

our endless expenditures on defense.

Wihen I was given the opportunity...

to run for Congress...

I was going to say that...

I accepted the opportunity because it'd

give me a chance to serve my country.

But that's not entirely true.

The truth is

that I have wanted this...

as long as I can remember.

And when you've wanted

something that long...

just getting it becomes

the most important thing.

We become dogs chasing a mechanical

rabbit around a racetrack...

and what do we do when

we finally get it in our jaws?

I do believe...

that I can make a difference.

I believe that I can hear the voices

of the people in difficulty.

But I must finish...

by promising to you...

that if you elect me

I will do everything I can...

to protect what is left

of the best in us...

from the selfish and the brutal.

To make this world

as close to paradise as we can.

That may not be

very close at all, but...

what better way to spend a life

than crawling toward it.

Thank you.

And the 14th district

is still too close to call.

Wie'll keep our eye on this one. It looks

like it's going right down to the wire.

Wait, Mom. Hold on.

- Thank you so much.

- I 'm staying here.

Stay tuned throughout the evening for

details on this tightly contested race.

All we can say now is that

it's simply too close to call.

Final tally is in. You won.

What was the margin?

614 votes. Congratulations.

Thanks, Isaac.

How's it going?

Well, I 'm here, aren't I?

The prices in this place

are obscene.

Don't worry, Mom.

It's a sleepwalker books party.

Expense account money

is still money...

and I don't like these places

playing me for a sucker.

My family.

I think I'll kill them.

Caroline's right. We should

concentrate on being happy for Fielding.

Yeah, and then tomorrow

we can go back to trashing each other.

There's something that

I think I should tell you all.

I'm not feeling very well.

I haven't been for a while.

Something inside me

has jumped the track.

I'm confused.

I'm not thinking right.

I'm not sleeping right.

And I just don't think I am

complaining about this...

or asking for your help...

because there's nothing

anyone can do about it.

It's just happened,

and that's all there is to it.

I don't know what I'm going to say

from one minute to the next.

I really don't.

I don't know what I'm going to say.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Do you understand that?

I know this is coming

at a bad time for everyone...

but there's nothing

I can do about that.

I'm tired...

and I'm...

I don't see things

the way that I used to.

Everything...

everything, everything

is f***ing strange...

and it's all completely out of control,

and I'm frightened.

Maybe if you all could give me

some real help...

and not your pity or generosity,

but some help.

Take a look at me.

I know I am ruining everything,

but I can't...

If I don't say this now,

I may never say it.

Everything is going very fast.

It's going very, very fast.

It's completely out of control.

If I don't say it today,

tomorrow may be too late.

I may be too crazy

to even know how crazy I am.

I don't know what to do!

I don't know what to do!

Something has happened to me,

and I'm very lost!

And it doesn't stop.

It's not getting better.

I don't get better.

I'm not getting better.

It's just going on,

and it's going on.

And there's nothing

that I can do about it.

It's not stopping!

It's not stopping.

Stupid. Stupid.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm fine. I feel better.

Thanks. I'm okay.

Don't worry. I'll be okay.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. I'll be okay.

Who is it?

Did you have to do it like this?

You ripped my life in half.

You took away everything that was

starting to mean something in my life.

How did you do that?

Why did you do that?

Can you stay...

for a while?

You need to stop

talking to people about me.

It's not safe.

All right. I won't. I won't.

Are you all right?

I'm good.

I really am.

I miss you so much.

I miss you too.

I'm being so irresponsible.

I know that I made my decision.

I kept to it.

I thought wanting you

was gonna go away.

They told me

it was gonna go away.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Please, don't go.

Our lives have taken us

so far apart now.

It seems wrong

to think we belong together.

But I think it.

I do, too, but...

I think I know why.

Why?

Because it's what we want.

But...

so few people get what they want.

And the ones that do...

aren't really

the lucky ones anyway.

They're not?

Who are?

The ones that do

what they're meant to.

Can we not talk for a little bit?

I would feel so happy

if you would just hold me.

Let's just pretend that

this is what our lives are like.

This is perfectly natural.

It's no big deal.

I can close my eyes

and let everything else go away.

It's hard what you're doing,

isn't it?

Just hold me.

Dear Congressman Charmichael.

My son is 19 years old.

He was born with

a very low birth weight.

He has never enjoyed good health.

Can you please send me any information

about the rights of adopted children?

Please mark the envelope:

"Top secret. Do not open."

If they knew what I was doing,

they'd kill me.

The American consulate was polite, but

when I went to them with information...

that I had seen his body,

that he had been murdered...

Dear Congressman Pierce.

Congratulations on your election.

I am writing to you

because I am having...

a bad problem

with my Social Security.

I've taken food

out of the garbage in the hall.

That money they're

holding from me is mine.

I earned it.

I've done everything that I know how

to get this problem solved.

If I could come down to your office

in Washington...

I would get down on my knees...

and I would take your hand...

and I would beg you.

Please. Please help me.

I never saw Sarah again.

I think I've managed to help

some people in Congress. Do some good.

Less than I'd have liked,

but more than I had feared.

And to this day I still don't know

if Sarah was real that night...

or just the product

of my broken heart.

But, Sarah, if you are alive...

and it was you that night...

here for one last moment of sweetness

before going back out...

to try to make things

better in the world...

I can only say...

keep fighting.

God be with you.

I love you.

And if it wasn't really you...

if my visit was...

only the you that

still lives in my heart...

the you that never gave up...

that taught me what

being brave was all about...

if it was only the you

that I will carry with me...

in my soul until the day I die...

I can only say...

keep fighting.

And God be with you.

I love you.

Done by (c) dCd / December 2017

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