Third Person Page #3

Take this, okay?

If she comes back,

you give her the bag, okay?

It's not a bomba.

So, when do you think you'll read it?

Oh, God! You are relentless.

I know it's good.

I just need to know

if older readers will understand it.

Why don't you want to tell me about yours?

Because I think it might stink.

God, you like to suffer.

Jake's reading the first few chapters,

so I guess he'll tell me soon enough.

You have a Pulitzer, it doesn't stink.

You haven't read it.

- Do you want me to?

- No way.

Then shut up. You're brilliant.

It's the only reason I'm with you.

So, you are with me?

You don't even want to tell me

what it's about?

It's...

It's supposed to be about a man

who can only feel through

the characters he creates.

You should be able to write

the hell out of that.

But it keeps trying to be something else.

- What?

- I don't know. I don't know.

Hence the problem.

You should be writing about me. Are you?

- I write about what I know.

- And you know me.

And I fictionalize what I can't comprehend.

That's a lot of fiction.

So, it's not about me?

You know, if I don't find a use for you

soon, I'm gonna have to get rid of you.

You've been saying that

for the last two years.

- Isn't gonna happen.

- Really? Watch me.

Stop.

What?

You're smiling again.

I wouldn't do that. Someone might see.

Hey! Come on.

Fold, lift and tuck, okay?

- Got it.

- Just do the list.

Soap, shampoo, notepaper.

All on the list.

So, you're an actress?

You study for movie?

Actress? No.

Well, I used to be.

I was in a soap opera.

- Oh, no sh*t.

- Yeah, yeah.

I got the job 'cause I could cry on cue.

- So, you are movie star.

- No.

Yeah. Why you stop?

To have a baby.

A man got you pregnant.

Yeah.

They always do.

Yeah.

Housekeeping.

- What's going on?

- What's going on?

I had 5,000 euros in this bag.

I tell you, it was in here!

What did you say? What did he say?

- What? You had my bag?

- For two seconds.

I found it, I was looking for you.

Out. And you, too, out!

Now you speak English.

Don't make me call police, okay?

Give me my money, I go, no problem.

F***ing zingara.

You call me thief in my restaurant?

No, you call this restaurant?

- Cockroaches refuse to eat here!

- Everybody calm down.

- Give me my money!

- Take it easy.

Don't you touch me!

Don't touch me, stronzo!

You know the meaning

of the word "a**hole"?

A**hole!

Are you all right?

The guy's a jerk.

Miss, miss, the train

station's the other way.

You need money for a ticket?

You want to help, go get my money.

Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't

have left the bag.

Or steal my money!

Lady, if I stole your money,

why would I come back?

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