Addicted to Love Page #6

Get this straight, pal. I'm not like you.

I don't care what you're going through.

If I thought you and I were alike|in the most trivial way...

...I would tie a rope around my neck.

I'm sorry.

Last night wasn't us, Maggie.

I know. I'm glad you know.

Maybe we should just,|I don't know, call it a day.

You know what's going to happen to her,|Sam?

He's going to make her feel|like she's the only woman in the world.

When he looks at her,|it'll be just like a kid...

...looks at a Christmas tree|all lit up and shiny.

For the first time,|she'll feel like she's really been seen...

...and really loved.

And then...

...and then three weeks later...

...she'll find a pair of panties in the couch.

Then she'll learn that she was|just a steppingstone.

That he was just using her to get a visa.

It'll change her, Sam.

I understand.

You know what's always bothered me?

I can't see the side of her face.

I can never see the left side of her face...

...When she's standing here|in the kitchen...

...because of these things in the window.

So help me move this over a little bit.

Good?

A little more.

Good.

What?

I saw the sign about the job.

I don't want a half salt shaker on the table.

You go and refill it immediately.

Pardon.

ll faut tout leur apprendre!

Nothing here for you. Go.

Why?

Do I need a reason in my own restaurant?

Of course not.

I don't like your face, that's why.

Just go.

Wait.

Why did you do that?

Why did I do what?

The flowers.|Why did you move it like that?

I wanted them to be|in the middle of the table.

Why?

Because it was...

...it was just something that I had to do.

Perhaps at heart you seek perfection, no?

Yes, perhaps I do.

Almost done?

Almost.

Good work.

Why don't you stop for a moment?

I know who you are.

It took me a little while, but I figure it out.

Dry off your hands.

It was you who attacked me that day.

Couldn't see your eyes,|but I don't forget a face.

You didn't put an address down|on your application.

You are homeless, aren't you?

That's OK. Don't be ashamed.

You know, I was hungry myself once.

I would see a rich man, a man I envied...

...I would want to strangle him.

But that's not the way I found.

You must better yourself.

Don't be ashamed.

Give me your hand. Come on.

I like a man who fights for what he wants.

But if you ever mess with me again...

...I'll rip out your eyes and rape your skull.

Excuse my French.

Was a good punch, huh?

Solid.

It was nice.

So you did all his dishes|and got punched in the face.

What was your thinking there?

I'm missing something.|What was your plan?

No plan. I just wanted to face him.

I wanted to be|in the same room with him...

...to talk to him.

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