She: Hurry up! It’s high time you left!
He: He’ll be back, won’t he? Your husband. I wonder, does he know what you do here when he’s gone?
She: I don’t lie to my husband.
He: So he knows?
She: You should leave.
He: You’re telling me that your husband is fine with the idea of his wife fucking random men for money?
She: He loves me.
He: Nobody can love this much.
She: He does! And I love him too.
He: Oh, you loved me too just a few minutes ago.
She: You should leave! If he comes back and finds you here…
He: What? What if he’s early and he finds his wife with a client? What would happened then?
She: Go!
He: I can’t.
She: Of course you can. And you should! Go! I’m busy, I have to finish this article by Thursday.
He: Tomorrow’s Thursday.
She: That’s exactly why you should leave and let me do my job.
He: I thought your job was to keep me satisfied. () What are you writing about? How to fuck for money?
She: Don’t be ridiculous! Will you go or should I call the police?
He: The whore will call the police to see a client off.
She: You’re not a client.
He: Then what am I? a lover? Because as far as I can recall I pay you to be with me.
She: Won’t you go already?!
He: I told you. I can’t.
She: Why so?
He: Because you have my shirt.
She: I have your shirt?
He: That’s right.
She: You want your shirt back?
He: Otherwise I cannot go.
She: You want your shirt? Well, here’s your shirt! And if it’s not enough, I could lend you one of my husband’s jackets so you don’t get cold when you GO OUT. Or here’s a thought, why don’t I buy you a new shirt? This way maybe you’ll leave before he comes home.
He: Hey! Calm down! (he kisses her) Calm down… (he sees a bruise) What is this? Did he do this to you? Did he hurt you?
She: You’re being ridiculous again.
He: don’t tell me what I’m being. Tell me, did he hurt you?
She: Of course not. I must gave hit something you and I were in bed and…
He: No, no, no! I saw it earlier. This bruise has been here long before I arrived. Look at me! Look at me in the eye and tell me who did this to you.
She: As you said, you’re just a client. Why should I have to explain anything to you?
He: Because… because… Please, tell me!
She: You should go.
He: I can’t.
She: Why not? I gave you your shirt already. What else do you want? And why do you leave so many things in here anyway?
He: I don’t want anything. I just… I can’t leave knowing he might hurt you.
She: He won’t!
He: You’re afraid of him, aren’t you? That’s why you want me to leave so desperately.
She: You don’t understand anything.
He: Then explain it to me!
She: This is none of your business.
He: You’re right, you know. To fear him. If he has hurt you once, he might do it again. I can’t leave you with him.
She: It’s not up to you. He’s my husband and when he comes back he won’t be too happy to see you here. He’s not stupid – he’ll figure it uot. He almost has.
He: I can’t let you bear all the blame.
She: Yes, you can. Of course you can. And you should, and you will.
He: So it was him after all. Was it because of me? He saw me leaving, he found my shoe under the bed..? Or was it because of someone else? Someone who’s been too careless…
She: There is nobody else.
He: what?
She: There is nobody else.
He: None?
She: Not even one.
He: Except your husband.
She: Technically, except you.
He: Why do you take my money then? Being the only one, doesn’t it make me sort of your lover or something?
She: I have my reasons.
He: You know that if you need money, I’d...
She: I know.
He: why me?
She: I don’t know. Why you, why him. Why me?
He: Why did you tell me you were a hooker?
She: I never said it – you assumed it and it was a too convenient assumption for me to deny.
He: You didn’t want it to get serious…
She: But then you kept coming. Again and again. Time after time. In the beginning, I couldn’t say ‘no’ because you were my boss in a way. But at one point it wasn’t just sex anymore. We started talking. Talks, and sex, and tobacco…
He: And one day he saw the cigarette ashes in the tray, didn’t he? You forgot to throw them away. For how long have you been married?
She: Five years.
He: He knows you well enough to know only when you smoke. Is that when he hit you?
She: It’s silly to ask questions when you already know the answer.
He: come with me.
She: I can’t.
He: Don’t you have your shirt? I can give you mine if that’s the case.
She: It’s not about the shirt.
He: Then what is it about?
She: I love him.
He: And I love you!
She: I love you too.
He: Then why won’t you come with me?
She: Because I can’t.
He: but we should go. NOW! Before he’s come back.
She: Oh, now you worry about this!
He: it’s not that I’m worried. It’s just that… I don’t want him to change your mind.
She: I thought that was exactly what you wanted. Because my decision is to stay here.
He: Why?
She: Look inside the box that’s on the table.
He: What is this?
She: It’s all the money you’ve ever given me.
He: So?
She: So take it and leave!
He: I don’t want to leave!
She: And I’m not asking you!
He: It’s too late to go. He’s here.
She: what? Go! Now!
He: Go where? He’s at the door!
She: Then hide!
He: Where? In the wardrobe? That’s the worst cliché you could think of.
She: Do you have better ideas?
He: The wardrobe it is. () But just so you know, I’m doing this for you and if he tries to hurt you…
She: Go! () Hi, darling. How was your day?
Husband: Fine. How was yours?
She: A bit tense.
H-d: That’s weird.
She: What’s weird?
H-d: Oh, nothing in particular. I just… I just can smell the cigarette smoke from here. Should I worry that when I enter our bedroom there’ll be someone there or can I go and change with no worries?
She: These are non-sense you’re saying. Go ahead, please.
H-d: Was it the same one this time, or was it someone else?
She: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
H-d: I’m not a fool, love.
She: Never said you were.
H-d: I know you’re cheating on me. (he brings a suitcase in and drops it with a thud) and I want you to leave.
She: You’re out of your mind, love. You don’t know what you’re saying.
H-d: Please, throw those ashes away and open the window – I can’t stand the smell.
She: You’ve never had a problem with it before.
H-d: Then I was the reason for you to smoke. Please understand the difference.
She: This is my home too. I won’t leave it.
He: Why won’t you?
H-d: Is that him?
He: Him I am. Is that the spineless moron who hit you?
H-d: I am no moron. How would you react if you were me?
He: I would never hurt her.
H-d: I used to say the same before she cheated on me. I wonder when she’ll do the same to you.
He: She’s unhappy with you, why can’t you understand it?
H-d: And you’re the one who makes her happy?
He: I do my best.
She: Don’t I get a say?
He and H-d: No!
H-d: You see? You’re yelling at her. Isn’t this a way of hurting?
He: Didn’t you yell too?
H-d: I did, but I’ve never denied it.
He: That’s no excuse.
She: Can’t I at least say something?
H-d: You’re guilty, that’s well known. What is it you can say upon the matter?
He: Oh, I know. Maybe she’ll tell you how she got me here in the first place. Do you know how she has this money? I gave it to her. You know why? Because your wife is a hooker. I paid to fuck her. And you haven’t even heard the worst part yet. She enjoyed it. Can you imagine how unghappy she must have been to do such a thing?
She: That’s not true.
He: don’t even try to deny it!
H-d: It’s funny because I’ve known you for years but I trust him more.
He: How many lies have you told him during all those years? Have there been other fools like me you’ve seduced in your bed and robbed afterwards?
She: Don’t be ridiculous!
H-d: “Don’t be ridiculous!” I’ve heard that a lot lately. I didn’t know though she’d use it with you too.
He: “Don’t be ridiculous!” When all you’re trying to do is be reasonable.
She: Stop it!
He: Hmmm… it’s the first time you’ve said this. Usually it goes a little bit differently. Something like, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
H-d: Hey, it’s my wife you’re talking about! Say one more word like that and I’ll thrust your tongue where sun never shines!
He: So the big Teddy bear finally found his role in the picture. Ladies and gentlemen, the Jealous Husband!
She: I’ve had enough!
He: oh, and who we have here? Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special surprise for you tonight, a guest star! Let me present to your attention the Desperate Housewife! I don’t hear your applause. Oh, please, I know you can be louder!
H-d: You’ve replaced me with a mad-man?
She: I haven’t replaced you with anyone. I love you!
H-d: Had you loved me, you’d never need him, he’d never step a foot in our bedroom.
She: I do love you!
H-d: I can handle a lot, you know that. For crying out loud, I even let you run away. With him! But lying to me? Really? I can’t deal with this!
He: Who’s making you?
She: Shut up. This is between me and my husband.
He: Your husband. Right. I have an idea. We have the money you’ve put aside. Why don’t we all go on a voyage? You, me, and him. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
H-d: You’d have the both of us to play with. And when we come back, things will all fall into their places, the way they were supposed to be from the very beginning.
He: You’ll be the working boy.
H-d: and he’ll be the boy-toy.
He: and we’ll all live happily ever after.
H-d: That’s what you wanted all along. Isn’t it?
He: No, I think we’re wrong.
H-d: We are?
He: I don’t think she meant for us to meet. Ever. She enjoyed the risk. That’s why we’d always do it here. We could have gone to a motel or a hotel maybe, but no. “Let’s go to my place,” and then, “Hurry, my husband will be back any minute!”
She: Stop it!
H-d: Oh, look, she’s crying!
He: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry, love.
H-d: You really love her, don’t you?
He: More than you ever have.
H-d: You can’t know that! And it’s not true. I’d die for her!
He: But you’ve never lived for her either. () Why are you raining your hand, love? We’re not at school.
She: I suppose this is the only way you’ll let me speak.
He: Should we permit her to talk?
H-d: does she usually talk to you? Because she’s been quite quiet with me lately.
He: Does shouting count?
She: Please! We’ve all had enough.
H-d: And whose fault is that?
She: It’s not about fault or blame. It’s about you two and me. (to the husband) I can’t go on like this and you know it. I love you, but I just can’t. I’m too young to get stuck in a marriage that sucks the life out of me. (to the lover) But I’m also too old to run away with you. I admit that such were my intentions in the beginning, but things have changed.
H-d: Why?
He: So you were going to come with me? () What happened? I waited too long?
She: something changed. You felt it today. That’s why you talked to me like never before, isn’t it? You felt that unlike my body my heart was away. You couldn’t reach it and that frustrated you. That departure turned you into this beast feasting on my shame and embarrassment.
He: I’ve never wanted to hurt you.
She: I know. Neither has he. But you both did. and now it’s too late to do anything about it.
He: What are you talking about?
H-d: Oh, no.
He: What?
H-d: You’re pregnant.
He: Is it mine?
H-d: Is it his?
She: No.
H-d: Then whose is it? You and I… we haven’t… for quite a long time.
He: You’re pregnant. This sounds so odd. Pregnant… Funny word. It’s strange how it changes everything.
She: It doesn’t change anything.
He: Of course it does.
She: I am not pregnant!
H-d: It’s too late, darling. We already know.
He: You don’t look so different, though. I thought such changes were visible.
She: I’m not pregnant! () I’m dying.
H-d: We all are. Slowly, very slowly. And yet, inevitably. Day after day. Inevitably.
He: How long do you have?
She: Little. Too little.
He: We may still have time!
She: We don’t. () I wanted to go with you, you know? I imagined us sailing toward the sunset at the pick of our happiness.
He: We can still have that!
She: We were going to travel all around the world! We weren’t going to be very rich; in fact we’d be rather poor. We were going to work part-time to earn as much money as to eat and move on to the next town, the next country.
He: we still can have this.
She: We were going to be happy!
He: you can still live it.
She: It’s too late, love. It’s already too late.
He: You can’t know that! How much do doctors give you?
She: Little. Very, very little.
He: But we can still be happy. Even for a while!
H-d: What about me? What would happen to me?
She: You’ll go on with your life. You’ll marry again and you’ll visit my grave every once a month.
H-d: Go on? I love you!
She: But your love is of no use now, is it?
H-d: I want to be with you until the end.
She: You haven’t been with me ever since the very beginning.
H-d: I want to make up to you.
She: There’s no time for that now. But I forgive you.
He: Will you forgive me too?
She: You were the dark side of me. Everybody has one and you were mine. I love you for that – for keeping to the shadows and making love to the night – but I can’t forgive you. Though I love you, there’s a good possibility you were the one who killed me. You with your lips of poison.
H-d: But I pulled the trigger.
She: you and your jealousy.
He: We both suffocated you with our affection.
H-d: You’re saying we killed her?
He: It was either us or she herself.
H-d: But why is she dying?
He: She’s sick.
H-d: Of what?
She: Of you.
H-d: You’re leaving?
He: I have no business here anymore.
H-d: I thought you loved her.
He: I do.
H-d: But you’re still leaving.
He: I’m still living. Unlike her.
H-d: You should respect her more.
He: She’s not here anymore! There’s nothing to respect. She’s just body.
H-d: A body which she gave you. You possessed it more than she did.
He: Possessions! We possess nothing, mate! Nothing. Just like her.
H-d: So you won’t stay for the funeral.
He: No. funerals are for family. That’s your part, working boy.
H-d: Yeah…
He: I hope she’s happy now.
H-d: She sure is happier than…
He: Than when we tortured her with our prejudice. She loved us both, you know? Her heart was greater than ours and it had room for more than just one.
H-d: That love would have killed us both.
He: But she also loved herself.
H-d: That’s what killed her.
He: For she looked out for the best interests of not just one but three.
H-d: And that was impossible.
He: Maybe there was another way.
H-d: But we would have never figured it out in time.
He: Goodbye, working boy. And don’t forget to visit her every once a month.
He: He’ll be back, won’t he? Your husband. I wonder, does he know what you do here when he’s gone?
She: I don’t lie to my husband.
He: So he knows?
She: You should leave.
He: You’re telling me that your husband is fine with the idea of his wife fucking random men for money?
She: He loves me.
He: Nobody can love this much.
She: He does! And I love him too.
He: Oh, you loved me too just a few minutes ago.
She: You should leave! If he comes back and finds you here…
He: What? What if he’s early and he finds his wife with a client? What would happened then?
She: Go!
He: I can’t.
She: Of course you can. And you should! Go! I’m busy, I have to finish this article by Thursday.
He: Tomorrow’s Thursday.
She: That’s exactly why you should leave and let me do my job.
He: I thought your job was to keep me satisfied. () What are you writing about? How to fuck for money?
She: Don’t be ridiculous! Will you go or should I call the police?
He: The whore will call the police to see a client off.
She: You’re not a client.
He: Then what am I? a lover? Because as far as I can recall I pay you to be with me.
She: Won’t you go already?!
He: I told you. I can’t.
She: Why so?
He: Because you have my shirt.
She: I have your shirt?
He: That’s right.
She: You want your shirt back?
He: Otherwise I cannot go.
She: You want your shirt? Well, here’s your shirt! And if it’s not enough, I could lend you one of my husband’s jackets so you don’t get cold when you GO OUT. Or here’s a thought, why don’t I buy you a new shirt? This way maybe you’ll leave before he comes home.
He: Hey! Calm down! (he kisses her) Calm down… (he sees a bruise) What is this? Did he do this to you? Did he hurt you?
She: You’re being ridiculous again.
He: don’t tell me what I’m being. Tell me, did he hurt you?
She: Of course not. I must gave hit something you and I were in bed and…
He: No, no, no! I saw it earlier. This bruise has been here long before I arrived. Look at me! Look at me in the eye and tell me who did this to you.
She: As you said, you’re just a client. Why should I have to explain anything to you?
He: Because… because… Please, tell me!
She: You should go.
He: I can’t.
She: Why not? I gave you your shirt already. What else do you want? And why do you leave so many things in here anyway?
He: I don’t want anything. I just… I can’t leave knowing he might hurt you.
She: He won’t!
He: You’re afraid of him, aren’t you? That’s why you want me to leave so desperately.
She: You don’t understand anything.
He: Then explain it to me!
She: This is none of your business.
He: You’re right, you know. To fear him. If he has hurt you once, he might do it again. I can’t leave you with him.
She: It’s not up to you. He’s my husband and when he comes back he won’t be too happy to see you here. He’s not stupid – he’ll figure it uot. He almost has.
He: I can’t let you bear all the blame.
She: Yes, you can. Of course you can. And you should, and you will.
He: So it was him after all. Was it because of me? He saw me leaving, he found my shoe under the bed..? Or was it because of someone else? Someone who’s been too careless…
She: There is nobody else.
He: what?
She: There is nobody else.
He: None?
She: Not even one.
He: Except your husband.
She: Technically, except you.
He: Why do you take my money then? Being the only one, doesn’t it make me sort of your lover or something?
She: I have my reasons.
He: You know that if you need money, I’d...
She: I know.
He: why me?
She: I don’t know. Why you, why him. Why me?
He: Why did you tell me you were a hooker?
She: I never said it – you assumed it and it was a too convenient assumption for me to deny.
He: You didn’t want it to get serious…
She: But then you kept coming. Again and again. Time after time. In the beginning, I couldn’t say ‘no’ because you were my boss in a way. But at one point it wasn’t just sex anymore. We started talking. Talks, and sex, and tobacco…
He: And one day he saw the cigarette ashes in the tray, didn’t he? You forgot to throw them away. For how long have you been married?
She: Five years.
He: He knows you well enough to know only when you smoke. Is that when he hit you?
She: It’s silly to ask questions when you already know the answer.
He: come with me.
She: I can’t.
He: Don’t you have your shirt? I can give you mine if that’s the case.
She: It’s not about the shirt.
He: Then what is it about?
She: I love him.
He: And I love you!
She: I love you too.
He: Then why won’t you come with me?
She: Because I can’t.
He: but we should go. NOW! Before he’s come back.
She: Oh, now you worry about this!
He: it’s not that I’m worried. It’s just that… I don’t want him to change your mind.
She: I thought that was exactly what you wanted. Because my decision is to stay here.
He: Why?
She: Look inside the box that’s on the table.
He: What is this?
She: It’s all the money you’ve ever given me.
He: So?
She: So take it and leave!
He: I don’t want to leave!
She: And I’m not asking you!
He: It’s too late to go. He’s here.
She: what? Go! Now!
He: Go where? He’s at the door!
She: Then hide!
He: Where? In the wardrobe? That’s the worst cliché you could think of.
She: Do you have better ideas?
He: The wardrobe it is. () But just so you know, I’m doing this for you and if he tries to hurt you…
She: Go! () Hi, darling. How was your day?
Husband: Fine. How was yours?
She: A bit tense.
H-d: That’s weird.
She: What’s weird?
H-d: Oh, nothing in particular. I just… I just can smell the cigarette smoke from here. Should I worry that when I enter our bedroom there’ll be someone there or can I go and change with no worries?
She: These are non-sense you’re saying. Go ahead, please.
H-d: Was it the same one this time, or was it someone else?
She: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
H-d: I’m not a fool, love.
She: Never said you were.
H-d: I know you’re cheating on me. (he brings a suitcase in and drops it with a thud) and I want you to leave.
She: You’re out of your mind, love. You don’t know what you’re saying.
H-d: Please, throw those ashes away and open the window – I can’t stand the smell.
She: You’ve never had a problem with it before.
H-d: Then I was the reason for you to smoke. Please understand the difference.
She: This is my home too. I won’t leave it.
He: Why won’t you?
H-d: Is that him?
He: Him I am. Is that the spineless moron who hit you?
H-d: I am no moron. How would you react if you were me?
He: I would never hurt her.
H-d: I used to say the same before she cheated on me. I wonder when she’ll do the same to you.
He: She’s unhappy with you, why can’t you understand it?
H-d: And you’re the one who makes her happy?
He: I do my best.
She: Don’t I get a say?
He and H-d: No!
H-d: You see? You’re yelling at her. Isn’t this a way of hurting?
He: Didn’t you yell too?
H-d: I did, but I’ve never denied it.
He: That’s no excuse.
She: Can’t I at least say something?
H-d: You’re guilty, that’s well known. What is it you can say upon the matter?
He: Oh, I know. Maybe she’ll tell you how she got me here in the first place. Do you know how she has this money? I gave it to her. You know why? Because your wife is a hooker. I paid to fuck her. And you haven’t even heard the worst part yet. She enjoyed it. Can you imagine how unghappy she must have been to do such a thing?
She: That’s not true.
He: don’t even try to deny it!
H-d: It’s funny because I’ve known you for years but I trust him more.
He: How many lies have you told him during all those years? Have there been other fools like me you’ve seduced in your bed and robbed afterwards?
She: Don’t be ridiculous!
H-d: “Don’t be ridiculous!” I’ve heard that a lot lately. I didn’t know though she’d use it with you too.
He: “Don’t be ridiculous!” When all you’re trying to do is be reasonable.
She: Stop it!
He: Hmmm… it’s the first time you’ve said this. Usually it goes a little bit differently. Something like, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
H-d: Hey, it’s my wife you’re talking about! Say one more word like that and I’ll thrust your tongue where sun never shines!
He: So the big Teddy bear finally found his role in the picture. Ladies and gentlemen, the Jealous Husband!
She: I’ve had enough!
He: oh, and who we have here? Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special surprise for you tonight, a guest star! Let me present to your attention the Desperate Housewife! I don’t hear your applause. Oh, please, I know you can be louder!
H-d: You’ve replaced me with a mad-man?
She: I haven’t replaced you with anyone. I love you!
H-d: Had you loved me, you’d never need him, he’d never step a foot in our bedroom.
She: I do love you!
H-d: I can handle a lot, you know that. For crying out loud, I even let you run away. With him! But lying to me? Really? I can’t deal with this!
He: Who’s making you?
She: Shut up. This is between me and my husband.
He: Your husband. Right. I have an idea. We have the money you’ve put aside. Why don’t we all go on a voyage? You, me, and him. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
H-d: You’d have the both of us to play with. And when we come back, things will all fall into their places, the way they were supposed to be from the very beginning.
He: You’ll be the working boy.
H-d: and he’ll be the boy-toy.
He: and we’ll all live happily ever after.
H-d: That’s what you wanted all along. Isn’t it?
He: No, I think we’re wrong.
H-d: We are?
He: I don’t think she meant for us to meet. Ever. She enjoyed the risk. That’s why we’d always do it here. We could have gone to a motel or a hotel maybe, but no. “Let’s go to my place,” and then, “Hurry, my husband will be back any minute!”
She: Stop it!
H-d: Oh, look, she’s crying!
He: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry, love.
H-d: You really love her, don’t you?
He: More than you ever have.
H-d: You can’t know that! And it’s not true. I’d die for her!
He: But you’ve never lived for her either. () Why are you raining your hand, love? We’re not at school.
She: I suppose this is the only way you’ll let me speak.
He: Should we permit her to talk?
H-d: does she usually talk to you? Because she’s been quite quiet with me lately.
He: Does shouting count?
She: Please! We’ve all had enough.
H-d: And whose fault is that?
She: It’s not about fault or blame. It’s about you two and me. (to the husband) I can’t go on like this and you know it. I love you, but I just can’t. I’m too young to get stuck in a marriage that sucks the life out of me. (to the lover) But I’m also too old to run away with you. I admit that such were my intentions in the beginning, but things have changed.
H-d: Why?
He: So you were going to come with me? () What happened? I waited too long?
She: something changed. You felt it today. That’s why you talked to me like never before, isn’t it? You felt that unlike my body my heart was away. You couldn’t reach it and that frustrated you. That departure turned you into this beast feasting on my shame and embarrassment.
He: I’ve never wanted to hurt you.
She: I know. Neither has he. But you both did. and now it’s too late to do anything about it.
He: What are you talking about?
H-d: Oh, no.
He: What?
H-d: You’re pregnant.
He: Is it mine?
H-d: Is it his?
She: No.
H-d: Then whose is it? You and I… we haven’t… for quite a long time.
He: You’re pregnant. This sounds so odd. Pregnant… Funny word. It’s strange how it changes everything.
She: It doesn’t change anything.
He: Of course it does.
She: I am not pregnant!
H-d: It’s too late, darling. We already know.
He: You don’t look so different, though. I thought such changes were visible.
She: I’m not pregnant! () I’m dying.
H-d: We all are. Slowly, very slowly. And yet, inevitably. Day after day. Inevitably.
He: How long do you have?
She: Little. Too little.
He: We may still have time!
She: We don’t. () I wanted to go with you, you know? I imagined us sailing toward the sunset at the pick of our happiness.
He: We can still have that!
She: We were going to travel all around the world! We weren’t going to be very rich; in fact we’d be rather poor. We were going to work part-time to earn as much money as to eat and move on to the next town, the next country.
He: we still can have this.
She: We were going to be happy!
He: you can still live it.
She: It’s too late, love. It’s already too late.
He: You can’t know that! How much do doctors give you?
She: Little. Very, very little.
He: But we can still be happy. Even for a while!
H-d: What about me? What would happen to me?
She: You’ll go on with your life. You’ll marry again and you’ll visit my grave every once a month.
H-d: Go on? I love you!
She: But your love is of no use now, is it?
H-d: I want to be with you until the end.
She: You haven’t been with me ever since the very beginning.
H-d: I want to make up to you.
She: There’s no time for that now. But I forgive you.
He: Will you forgive me too?
She: You were the dark side of me. Everybody has one and you were mine. I love you for that – for keeping to the shadows and making love to the night – but I can’t forgive you. Though I love you, there’s a good possibility you were the one who killed me. You with your lips of poison.
H-d: But I pulled the trigger.
She: you and your jealousy.
He: We both suffocated you with our affection.
H-d: You’re saying we killed her?
He: It was either us or she herself.
H-d: But why is she dying?
He: She’s sick.
H-d: Of what?
She: Of you.
H-d: You’re leaving?
He: I have no business here anymore.
H-d: I thought you loved her.
He: I do.
H-d: But you’re still leaving.
He: I’m still living. Unlike her.
H-d: You should respect her more.
He: She’s not here anymore! There’s nothing to respect. She’s just body.
H-d: A body which she gave you. You possessed it more than she did.
He: Possessions! We possess nothing, mate! Nothing. Just like her.
H-d: So you won’t stay for the funeral.
He: No. funerals are for family. That’s your part, working boy.
H-d: Yeah…
He: I hope she’s happy now.
H-d: She sure is happier than…
He: Than when we tortured her with our prejudice. She loved us both, you know? Her heart was greater than ours and it had room for more than just one.
H-d: That love would have killed us both.
He: But she also loved herself.
H-d: That’s what killed her.
He: For she looked out for the best interests of not just one but three.
H-d: And that was impossible.
He: Maybe there was another way.
H-d: But we would have never figured it out in time.
He: Goodbye, working boy. And don’t forget to visit her every once a month.