Curtains Page #2

Just go see the man, okay?

God, I look like sh*t.

I should look so bad.

- Have you seen the trades?

- The trades?

Yes, have you seen

Friday's "Variety," dear?

You know I never read that crap.

Right.

Jonathan Stryker said that

there was only one actress

in the world who he'd

consider for Audra...

you, cuckoo head!

He said that about me?

Yes, of course he did.

Well, not in so many words,

but that was the general

gist of the thing.

But I thought Samantha

Sherwood was playing Audra?

Samantha Sherwood?

Health problems. You're the one.

That bastard.

I still can't believe Stryker

left me in the asylum.

If you hadn't sent "Variety,"

I never would have known

he was going ahead without me anyway.

I figured you'd be upset.

What are you going to do now?

Whatever I have to do to get it back.

Well, aren't you in

enough trouble already?

By now, they're bound

to know you've escaped.

Let them come after me.

What I have to do won't take long.

Why don't you just forget about it?

That's the one thing I'll never do.

I didn't help you get out to

see you thrown back in again.

- Why did you?

- You're my friend.

I felt sorry for you.

Stryker's the one you

should feel sorry for.

This time, he's gone too far.

Wow, you didn't put

up much of a fight.

I didn't want a run in my stocking.

This is getting a little boring.

Well, there's always the pizza boy.

No, too messy. Besides,

the pepperoni always sticks to my ass.

That's the only way to keep it warm.

- What about Pac-Man?

- What's that?

Well, a depressed spinster

buys a home video game.

She takes it that night.

The monster comes alive and

eats everything in its way.

Not tomorrow night, he doesn't.

Well, he's easy, how about Saturday?

Sunday. Keep the

little guy warmed up.

Why, you going somewhere?

Told you, this weekend is

Stryker's casting session.

What kind of an audition is that?

The guy invites six women up

to his house and calls it work.

At least he's original.

- I wish you wouldn't go.

- I want the part.

- More then you want my part?

- Don't be silly.

Much more than I want your part.

It'd be funny if it weren't true.

I won't pass up this chance.

Might not be here when you get back.

Well, then I just better give you

something to remember me by.

You mean, straight? No games?

I'm just me, and you're just you?

Reality. That's different.

The cold weather should continue

with a good chance we'll see

some snow before it's over.

So, find somebody warm and dig in.

'Cause you saved my soul...

Gave my heart the dream...

Oh, God.

Peter?

Peter?

Peter?

Come on, Peter, no more games, huh?

I first read the book

when I was a little girl.

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