Nine Lives Page #3

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- Nothing's anyone's fault.

...please forgive me. Please.

- It's not?

- No.

- All right, I'll play along with that.

- Thank you.

Anyway, I have to keep going here.

Can I walk you? I'm all done.

What about your stuff?

What, are they gonna steal it?

I'll come back for it.

- Not the cheapest place.

- No.

- Only place open late.

- I know.

- They don't give us a choice.

- No.

And these little neighborhood places,

they're doomed to disappear...

- don't you think?

- Yes.

With all the big chains taking over, and...

One of the great tragedies

of the modern world.

Are you gonna have kids?

No.

Why?

I can't. I'm sterile.

Sorry.

- Thanks for laughing.

- No, I'm sorry.

- No, no. It's very funny, I...

- No.

- It's not funny.

- I laugh all the time at it.

I have to get wine. Sorry. Just...

I hear there's new evidence

that alcohol is great for the baby.

You still smoke?

'Cause you should.

Maybe double your intake.

- No.

- What do you need, red or white?

- I need both.

- Okay.

It's pretty good.

Here. This is pretty nice.

- I've read about this.

- Yeah.

You want white as well?

I don't think the white's as good...

as the selection of reds.

It's, like, there's nobody working here.

- Look at us, Damian.

- What?

We're f***ing walking and talking

like lovebirds. F***.

Yeah.

Five minutes with you, and I just feel

like my life is a figment of my imagination.

I know.

No, you don't know. No, you don't know.

You've just always been this f***ing thing

that swallows me.

I gotta go.

You can't just come up to me...

after 100 years, married...

and tell me that you think about me.

You can't do that.

Why not?

- You love your wife?

- Yeah. Of course I do.

You love your husband. This is different.

- How?

- 'Cause it's us.

We're Damian and Diana. We always will be.

Nothing's gonna change it.

Might as well accept.

You know it's true.

Damian.

Coming.

Who is it?

Who is it?

- Is Dad home?

- No.

- You scared me.

- Why?

I don't know.

If he's not home,

there's no reason to be scared, right?

- Don't start.

- What am I starting?

- Leave it open.

- Why?

Just leave it open, please.

Leave the goddamn thing open!

Is that so much to ask? I mean, just...

Look at this place.

The land that time forgot.

What's going on?

Call him.

Tell him I'm here,

and I want to work things out.

He's on his way to work.

Just call him.

Why don't you call him?

It's too late for the phone.

Too many misunderstandings.

Whoever invented the telephone

never had a conversation.

Well, he's wanted to talk to you

in person forever.

You're the one who doesn't want it.

Are you taking sides?

No.

So what happened? What changed?

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