Wild Orchid Page #4

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to this already beautiful land.

Is everything all right?

All right.

How do you say|"Let the party begin"?

Let them go.

Get them drunk enough...

and they'll sleep till noon.|Buy us some time.

Come on. Cheer up.|We're in this together.

We both got f***ed|by that son of a b*tch!

Good-bye, Wheeler!|Good-bye, motherf***er!

Why?

So tell me.

The suspense is killing me.

Was Wheeler there|when you made love to Jerome?

What the hell.

I think|I'll be saying good night.

I think I might have|a little trouble communicating.

Do you mind translating for me?

If it's not too much to ask.

Ask him...

if he likes what he sees.

Tell him to take off his pants.

Tell him.

What did he say?

He said, "With pleasure."

Ask him if he understands...

what tremendous pleasure|women get looking at naked men.

Ask him, Emily.

He says he wants to take you|into the other room...

where you can both be alone.

Bullshit.

Son of a b*tch!

What in the hell do you want?

You set people up|to disappoint you...

and they always do, don't they?

I never set anybody up.

That's just the way it is.

If you have anything|to say to me, say it!

You're the lawyer, honey.

We're not talking|circumstantial evidence.

We're talking getting caught|with a smoking gun in your hand.

Bang, you're guilty.

You're guilty of being|just like all the rest of them.

The rest of what?|The rest of who?

There never was|anybody else in your life...

and there never will be!

I don't know where you get|your information from...

but I can tell you for certain|the deal stands as it is.

Take it or leave it.

Tell me you don't hate me.

Hate you?

You have to admit...

things got a little|out of control this morning.

I think we should|talk about this.

It's the deed to the old hotel.|Wheeler signed it over to me.

I was hoping|it wasn't too late...

that maybe there's still|a chance of saving the deal.

The deal?

You bet your ass|it'll save the deal.

Congratulations.

You might have|broken through to him.

I'll bet you sang|in the Presbyterian choir.

You went on family reunions.

You picked blueberries and...

blackberries and huckleberries|in the summer.

The pride of your mother.

Apple of your father's eye.

I had a...

father for a while.

And we lived...

in a little room...

by the water.

He talked a lot about|not having any money.

Taught me how to swim.

When he disappeared...

I barely spoke for years.

I stayed in the third grade|for a long time.

The teachers|thought I was retarded.

So they just let me|put my head down on the desk.

I didn't want|to ask any questions...

because I was afraid.

I worked day and night.

When I was sixteen...

I bought my first house...

on the worst block in the city.

And I fixed it up.

And I bought two more...

and I kept it rolling.

And I got everything|I thought that I ever wanted.

And it still wasn't enough.

And then the ladies came.

You know, the kind|attracted to success.

And it didn't matter to them...

that I stuttered,|and I could barely speak.

The more remote that I became,|the more they liked it.

They took it|as a sign of strength.

So I started playing games...

just to keep it interesting.

And the games|became a way of life.

A maze.

I realize now that...

I couldn't get out of it|even if I wanted to.

If you want me...

come over here and hold me.

I can go to...

any fancy restaurant I want.

And I can sit at my own table.

But I can't swallow|my goddamn food.

Just reach out and touch me.

I'm sorry|that I disappoint you, Emily.

I just don't know any other way.

Touch me.

I'm just...

afraid that...

you're gonna disappear.

You really can't do it, can you?

Oh, God!

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