Backgammon Page #4

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It's me.

Open the door.

[Rain pouring]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Door clan ks]

[Footsteps tapping]

You're not in bed yet?

No, I'd fallen asleep.

Where have you been?

I've thrown him out.

Really?

[Panting]

Oh, the best thing

I ever did, of course.

I don't know why I ever took up

with the bastard.

- So, why did you?

- What?

Take him off.

Oh, do you want some?

[Lucian]

No.

- [Miranda gags] - What's wrong?

Are you okay?

[Miranda]

Sick, nauseous.

[Gasping]

[Spits]

Give a woman a bit of privacy.

Sorry.

I just wanted to make sure

that you were okay.

[Giggles]

It's yours now.

What do you mean?

You won everything.

The paintings, at cards.

Well that's gonna

be pretty awkward tomorrow

when I have to give it

all back to Gerald...

Gerald's not coming back.

God, I told you that.

It's yours now.

Where could he

have possibly gone

at this time of night?

Who knows?

I don't know.

He may be half-way

to Boston by now.

Maybe Canada.

Somewhere far away.

Maybe Bermuda.

[Chuckles]

Quoting Baudelaire to himself.

You're wrong to call it erotica.

It's not designed to...

To titillate.

You mean you're not titillated?

You don't like them.

No, they're...

They're good, but...

They just don't seem quite...

Complete.

I know what you mean.

Yeah.

His earlier work

might be more understandable.

Or something.

More like me.

Do you have any of those here?

There's one upstairs in my room.

Your room?

[Chuckles]

Come on.

I'll show it to you.

[Giggles]

Come on.

[Lucian]

It's very nice.

I was pretty young then.

I suppose that picture

is yours as well.

[Scoffs]

I suppose so.

I'm going to have

a great big bonfire

with all of Gerald's stuff.

Why not just box it all up

and put it in storage?

[Sighs]

There's too much.

God, it'll take me weeks

to burn all this stuff.

You've never seen

such a hoarder.

I don't know,

my mother was-

no, I promise.

You've never seen anyone

like him.

It's all bullshit.

He only had mediocre talent.

When he moved in here,

he brought all of this sh*t

with him.

Guess we're all hoarders.

Sit down.

You don't understand.

It wasn't unreasonable

that he might wanna keep

his old sketchbooks

and canvases but...

His old clothes, his old shoes.

Magazines and crap.

Most people th row stuff away

eventually, but not Gerald.

He kept everything.

And he made collections

of all kinds of things.

It only made it worse.

Like what?

Birds eggs,

butterflies, stamps...

Match box tops,

cigarette packets.

Never anything of value.

[Sighs]

The day he moved in here...

I expected him

to bring a suitcase.

But he brought

a whole goddamn truck.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Ugh. Ignore me,

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