Bottom of the World Page #4

---

This smile.

Smile, well, that's a crime.

There's the thin wedge.

It was cut into his face

like with a knife.

You're talking about

the angel of the bottomless pit.

That's an ordinarily fella

with the wretched odor

of a million painful deaths

on him.

But pain...

is a beautiful thing.

In the end, that's all we got.

You're gonna have to excuse me

for just a spot, son.

Have a look around.

But do your best to keep quiet.

Do me a favor,

hit that record switch for me.

Spare me the indignity

of having my audience see me

scurry up onto my own set.

Son, I promise you,

we will get back to

our conversation momentarily.

But first, the work of the Lord,

then the work of man, alright?

Hit the button.

And just as soon as

that there sun shines down

with its warmth and light

on all things equally,

so too will guilt enwrap you

like a plague.

And drown you in sorrow.

Now, when we imagine things, we

start creating them in our mind.

We open the door

to our hearts...

Open your mind and then...

You must be very careful

about what things

you allow yourself to focus on,

lest they become real.

Lest the ethereal becomes poor.

Lest your fantasy

becomes reality.

You have to avoid these things.

There is Satan waiting to open

the door to your heart

and walk in. So you have to be

very careful about the images

you allow yourself to focus on.

And it's like one moment

you're being crushed,

and the next you're falling from

1,000 feet up in the sky.

I don't know, it's like

I feel I'm being crushed

and the next I'm falling,

like, 1,000 feet from the sky.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- How do you know what she said?

You can't just interrupt me

- mid-sermon.

- Why is this here?

What is this?

It's a mememto.

It's all I have left of her,

- so mind how you handle it.

- Is she here?

Scarlett? Scarlett?

I'm the only one who's here,

Alex.

How do you know my name?

why wouldn't I know your name?

You've been running around with

my daughter, haven't you?

Daughter?

Scarlett's father is dead.

She told you that?

Well, that cuts the

patriarch right to the quick.

I don't say

I don't deserve it, though.

It's true I knocked her around

a time or two.

But...

My tiddling is strictly

medicinal now, you understand.

Bingo.

Here.

It ain't there, son.

There you go. Hold still, son.

You can't die

if you ain't alive.

What did you say?

This is hell.

- We're in hell, aren't we?

- No.

I'm dead. We're all dead.

People tend to focus on

the world that's around them

rather than the world

that's within them.

Oh!

Tell me what this is.

- It's murder, if you do this.

- No!

Tell me what this is!

God damnit, I don't know!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes