Love Lies Bleeding

In the dream, it's late afternoon...

...and the shadows are growing long

across a rich, green lawn.

And we got us a big old house

with lots of trees...

...and there's a sprinkler

on the lawn.

And I'm swinging in a hammock...

...just drifting off

on a Sunday afternoon.

And you're sitting on a blanket

in the grass...

...drinking the coolest,

sweetest, ice-cold glass of limeade.

Not that powdered shit

they sell in cans. No.

Real limeade. Fresh squeezed.

With real sugar

and loaded with ice cubes.

And we got us a little boy

between us.

He's just about the most special

little boy this world's ever seen.

And there's big old

puffy clouds in the sky.

We got nowhere to go.

Nothing to do.

We're just sitting there,

talking about silly things.

About good times gone by.

Remembering all the places

we've been...

...and drawing up a list

of all the places we're gonna go.

I wanna go to Hawaii.

I wanna walk along the beach.

Drink pia coladas.

You'd be the prettiest girl

on that beach.

No doubt.

Duke, let's get married.

We're going to.

- Do you mean it?

- Of course I do.

When?

Just as soon

as we can get a little ahead.

- I love you, Duke.

- I love you too.

That's 19.22.

Fifteen, 16, 17, 18, 19.

Take that off, please.

Stay there.

- What are you looking at?

- My fiance's bicycle.

No way, man.

I got that thing behind K-Mart.

- You say it's yours?

- I said it's my fiance's.

Go ahead and take it.

It's locked.

Ah, man.

Anyone got a key?

Ricky's got the key.

He's down in Barstow.

Sorry, homey. Can't help you here.

You were in our place again.

You need to learn to respect

your neighbors, my friend.

That's how you show me respect?

Calling me a thief? And a liar?

- I just want the bike back.

- No problem. Come get it.

Oh, my God, what happened?

- Nothing.

- Baby, there's glass in it. Go sit down.

- Go on.

- I'm fine.

Go sit down.

So you went down there, didn't you?

I saw your bike chained up outside.

What did you want me to do?

Oh, shit.

Hold still.

- Does it hurt?

- No.

Did you pick up work today?

- Half day.

- Don't they need you back?

I got a interview tomorrow.

Office job.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Baby, that's great.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

- I did, as soon as you took a breath.

- Yeah, that's funny.

Imagine me, office job.

So you're not gonna tell them

you're on parole, right?

I'm not gonna tell them

unless they ask.

But if they ask, I gotta tell them.

You know, the landlord called

about rent again.

Oh, great. Well, did you tell him

we were robbed again?

Yes. And he said

he still has to pay the bank.

Well, how about he pays

for f*cking security?

Don't yell at me now, Duke, please.

Look, babe, I'm sorry.

I mean, I'm just frustrated.

I never even used

that old bike anyway.

- That's not the point.

- Let it go, Duke, please.

We have enough ugly in our lives.

You never wished me

happy birthday.

Oh, babe.

I'm sorry.

Happy birthday.

Hey, come on, don't do that.

I hate it when you do that.

Things are gonna be okay.

We're gonna have that little house...

...with the hammock and the grass

and all the rest, okay?

How, Duke?

How is that ever gonna happen?

I know it's hard to see sometimes.

You know what it's like?

It's like we're standing

on the bank of a river.

If we could just get to the other side,

things will be okay, you know?

And we will.

We will.

You remembered?

Duke, this is beautiful.

Happy birthday.

Oh, my God.

Try it on. Let's see.

- Wait a minute. We can't afford this.

- It was my mom's.

Oh, my God.

There are times, I swear...

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