Death and the Maiden Page #5

You pay the price...

but you still don't get

what you expect.

What do we expect?

- Approval.

- What do we get?

No. Don't tell me.

I know, I know.

Guilt.

- Guilt?

- Right.

Boy, that's interesting.

We each get

something different.

Each man gets the very thing to

keep him coming back for more.

Guilt.

And you?

Me, I get my balls cut off.

Your balls? That's what

keeps you coming back?

Sure. I want them back.

- Did you hear the phone?

- No. It's not working.

Sure?

Should be fixed by now.

I hate this.

All these f***ing things

don't work!

Hey, come on, man, take it easy.

I hate this house.

It's like her.

We're both too f***ed up...

to know what to think

about anything anymore.

Let's get some sleep.

What a disaster I've made

of your life.

Not my life. Just one night.

I know I shouldn't really

say this...

'cause you're feeling

so terrible...

but I'm enjoying myself.

She'll be back in the morning.

You'll see.

Then you'll have a headache.

And it won't just be the booze.

Well, at least

we became friends tonight.

We sure did.

Oh, God, I'm drunk.

Let me show you the spare room.

No, no, no. I'll be all right.

- You sure?

- Sure.

Why?

Shut up, b*tch.

Dr. Roberto Miranda.

So that's your name.

I've waited so long to be...

properly introduced.

Keep still, motherf***er!

You know,

I thought you'd be bigger.

I had a friend at school

named Miranda.

Anita Miranda.

They were from St. Esteban.

Maybe you're related.

They were

a very respectable family.

Many of them were doctors.

Do you know Anita?

That's right.

That was my tactic, too.

Admit nothing.

Well, Anita and I,

we were going to be doctors...

just like you.

You don't recognize me.

Well, why should you?

It's been forever.

My hair was different then.

Very light brunette.

Almost red.

Very long.

I'm not surprised.

What time didn't change, I have.

I didn't want you

to recognize me.

I didn't want to recognize me.

Still don't know?

I'm hurt.

But I was touched...

when I found this in your car.

Let's listen to it.

For old time's sake.

Out here, my love.

I didn't get my diploma

when I was released.

I didn't go back to school.

You can guess why.

Shouldn't require

much imagination on your part.

Look at me!

Luckily, Gerardo was waiting.

Well, I shouldn't say

waiting, exactly.

But let's just say

he still loved me...

so I didn't have to go back.

You know how long it's been...

since I listened

to this quartet?

If it's on the radio,

I turn it off.

Once, I ran out of

a dinner party just to get away.

It made me sick...

physically sick, to hear it.

But it's time for me

to reclaim my Schubert...

my favorite composer.

And to think I threw out

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