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(Rattling)

Priest: God, the father of mercies,

Through the death and resurrection of his son,

Has reconciled the world to himself

And sent the holy spirit among us for the forgiveness of our sins.

May almighty God grant you pardon and peace.

I absolve you of your sins in the name of the father,

The son, and the holy spirit.

(Television playing)

Sal!

(Light snoring)

(Rock music blaring)

(Laughing)

It's the truth.

And all I said was... (Laughs)

"Get that fat little bastard the heck out of my rectory."

No, father, no.

Francis.

I was just telling your mother about

Our little renovation downtown at the church.

Father Gillespie here

Was kind enough to deliver my bingo winnings personally.

And in return...

Your dear mother was kind enough to offer me

Her very gracious hospitality.

You take care of that lovely mother of yours, Francis.

Oh, Francis...

Last week was the first time

I'd seen you in confessional for quite some time.

Guess I haven't had that mmm-mm

Mm-mm much to confess.

Oh.

Every day is a struggle to redeem ourselves

In the eyes of God.

The heart is deceitful above all things

And desperately wicked.

We're all soldiers, Francis.

We're soldiers in the battle to redeem ourselves

From ourselves.

Now, let me suggest something to you.

We all need

To plumb the depths of our own imperfection.

We all succumb to temptation.

But for those of us

Who struggle to free ourselves

From the guilt and suffering of human frailty,

Perhaps we should ask,

"Have I done all I can

To make it worth his time to listen?"

Have I truly confronted my darker side?

Have I given myself cause

"To tell God of my weakness?"

Now, you have got to go out there...

And you gotta make a reason for God to listen.

You've gotta go into that confessional

And have something to say.

Otherwise...

Well, what's the point?

You see what I'm getting at here, Francis?

Hmm?

Good boy.

Good boy.

(Television plays)

Francis: Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.

It's been...

A month since my last confession.

About a week ago,

I know it's not an excuse,

But it was crowded,

And I got on the bus without paying.

Several...

Many times I've had impure thoughts.

Many times I've acted on them.

And sometimes...

Sometimes I question my faith...

In God.

Sometimes I feel like I hate him.

I don't hate him, of course.

No. I mean, I just,

I wonder if he really does exist,

How he could let

So many bad things happen?

(Hollers)

(Rock music blares)

(Clanking)

Fuck!

Hey there.

You know, you got a leak

Somewhere?

It's, uh, you know,

Running down into number two downstairs.

It's probably the hot water tap,

'Cause that's what it usually is in these buildings.

You get a certain kind of accumulation in, uh,

You know, in the pipes,

And the pressure builds up and bam!

The joints, they just go.

(Television plays)

(Giggling)

(Boisterous laughter)

You've met Vic, haven't you?

Your mother is a laugh a minute!

Oh, God, I almost forgot

I was on the job.

What job?

See what I mean?

I've asked Vic to stay for dinner.

Would you go in there

And cook up something nice, will you, Francis?

(Television playing)

Hey, there.

I guess I'll be heading out.

Okay.

Thanks for the food. That was good.

It was real good.

My compliments to the chef.

You know, your mom...

That's a special lady.

Yeah.

Real special lady.

Okay, well...

Take it easy.

(Rock music blares)

What the hell is this?

Oh, hey, Mr. haroon...

Hey, yourself!

Get your feet off my counter!

- I didn't expect you... - of course you didn't expect me.

I don't want you to know I'm coming.

That way I see when you fuck me.

What you think, I pay you all day

To watch comic books?

Hey!

Fucker!

Are you alright?

(Faint accent) I know I shouldn't fight,

But I couldn't let the little shit get away with it.

It's a sorry comment on the world,

I'll tell you that.

Thanks, by the way.

Most people would've kept walking.

I know you.

Yeah, I've seen you before.

You must live around here.

I live around the corner.

Right. Gloria.

Francis.

Can I offer you a cup of coffee or something?

- No, I don't think so. - Are you sure?

I feel like it's the least I can do.

Yeah. No.

Okay.

Well, thanks again.

Fuck.

Is that you, Francis?

Francis?

(Shouts) Francis!

What?

Why don't you answer me, for Christ's sakes?

I could be dying of a heart attack in here.

Jesus.

What's the holdup in there?

Francis: No holdup.

You've done it again, Francis.

Pass the salt, please.

I didn't know which one was yours.

Looks like I guessed right.

I wanted to thank you for last night.

You already did.

I know. It just seems

Like it calls for something more.

Anyway, I was hoping you'd be my guest for dinner.

I can't. My mother,

She doesn't like to be alone.

Why don't you bring her along?

I don't think so.

Maybe a short dinner, then.

Tomorrow night?

Around 7:00?

I'll see you then.

You know the building. I'm in 706.

(Television plays)

(Knocks)

Hi.

Come in.

How about a glass of wine?

Okay.

Here you are.

To acts of heroism, large and small.

- (Glass drops) - It's alright.

- I'm sorry. - It's alright.

- I'd better go. - No, please.

It's alright.

I'd really like you to stay.

I hope you aren't a big meat fan.

I'm a vegetarian. A vegan, actually.

What's a ve... Ve... vegan?

It's someone who doesn't eat animal products.

No meat, cheese, eggs, butter,

That kind of thing.

Why?

I guess I'm just not interested

In perpetuating the cycle of cruelty.

Animals feel pain just like we do.

If people only knew what they do to them

So we can have our steak and cheese and eggs.

Beautiful creatures cry for mercy

As the butcher's axe comes down.

But all they know is a merciless blow,

And a sad farewell to a life so dear

Before they land on a table so grand,

And a fat old man

Can raise his withered sick hand

And swallow their smoking, bloody flesh

And get heart disease and bowel cancer.

- Do you like it? - What?

The view.

Oh, yeah.

It's the main reason I took the apartment.

Somehow I can't bring myself to close the blinds.

Don't you worry that ppe-pe-people can see in?

The windows across the street aren't high enough.

That's the beauty of it, really.

So, tell me about yourself.

Like what?

I don't know, like, um,

How long have you lived here?

We moved here when I was 10.

Before that we lived in a house.

It burnt down.

That must have been awful.

Yeah.

How about your family?

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

I have a brother.

My mother and father are dead.

I thought you lived with your mother?

No.

I mean, no...

I live with my step-m-m-mother.

Oh.

(Sighs)

(Loud rock music plays)

Gloria: You're an interesting one.

You don't say much.

But there's something going on in there.

There's definitely something going on.

Have you ever thought that you really knew someone

And then one day you discovered

You never really knew them at all?

You might have been convinced that you knew them,

Really convinced.

And then they said something

Or they did something...

And you discover it was all such an illusion.

I guess it works the other way around, too.

You meet someone who seems very different

And though you barely know them...

You discover you might just as well

Have known them all your life.

Somehow I feel that way about you.

It's funny, I know,

But you seem so familiar.

- Sorry. - Francis?

- I have to go. - What's wrong?

I have to go.

I'm sorry.

Francis?

Francis?

Francis, would you please just hear me out?

I'm sorry if I offended you.

That was the absolute last thing in the world I wanted to do.

You've got to know that.

Sometimes you've got to trust people.

Sometimes you've got to have a little faith.

Sal: Is that you, Francis?

(Shouts) Francis!

What?

I've never...

Now, if I were to guess,

I'd venture there was something different about you, Francis.

Oh, yes, I would.

Wouldn't you, Vic?

Huh?

He looks about the same to me.

Oh, no, no, no.

There's something about him.

I just can't quite put my finger on it.

I know what it is.

Francis has got himself a little girlie friend.

Isn't that it, Francis?

A real live little girlie friend.

Coming and going at all hours,

Hair combed over like that.

Don't you play dumb with me, buddy boy.

You can't fool your mama.

Who would've thought you could con some little slut into it?

I gotta give you credit for that.

Never underestimate the desperation

Of the truly desperate.

That's what I always say.

Very p-p-profound.

(Mocking) Very pro-pro-profound.

I bet that goes over real big with the chicks.

(Laughs)

- What's this? - What?

This, right here.

A birthmark.

Looks like Spain.

I don't know what Spain looks like.

It's a profile of a guy

With a pointy nose,

And a pompadour,

Sort of nibbling on Portugal, right here.

What is it?

You're pretty,

And you're smart and you're n-nice.

And I guess I don't know why

Anyone like you would want to be with

S-someone like me.

I want to be with you because I like you.

You're a good person.

And I do want to be with you.

Believe that.

Francis: Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.

It's been a month since my last confession.

On several occasions I've taken the lord's name in vain.

I found a quarter on the floor at work

And I didn't tell anyone.

Many times...

I've had impure thoughts,

And acted on them.

Several times I've fornicated.

On one occasion, I fed my mm-mother cat food.

These are my sins for which I am truly sorry.

(Muffled praying)

Woman: The thought of having kids right now

Couldn't terrify me more.

I thought that was your intention from the beginning.

Of course it was, but, uh,

A few minor technicalities prevent it.

I really don't think

They want to hear about that now, dear.

Ken's semen isn't quite up to snuff.

His little sailors are dead long before they hit open water,

So to speak.

They're poorly motile.

More bharat nutloaf, anyone?

Thanks, no. It was delicious.

Francis?

No.

Did anyone hear the story a couple weeks back

About a couple who kept their 16-year-old

In a broom closet from the age of three?

When the police found him,

The mother said she did it because

Jesus Christ told her to in a vision.

That is awful.

The atrocities people commit in that man's name.

It's unbelievable.

I mean, what relevance does somebody like Jesus Christ

Have today, you know,

Except as an excuse or a crutch

For the uneducated, the downtrodden, and the insane?

You got that right, honey.

He died for our sins.

He gave his life so that we could live.

Why would he do a thing like that?

- Honey. - No, really.

Why would anyone walk to their death

To save a bunch of nonbelievers?

Because he loved them.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

No, it was priceless.

Do you really believe all that stuff

About the father and the son and the holy ghost?

I guess.

And the virgin Mary?

Yeah.

You're committing a sin right now, you know.

I know.

Don't you feel guilty?

Yeah.

You really do, don't you?

We're very d-different.

Not that different.

(Rock music blares)

You like it?

Yeah.

It's g-good.

It's okra.

I'll make a vegetarian out of you yet.

(Telephone) Operator 44.

Are you calling to report a missing child?

Yes. I mean, no.

I want to report seeing one.

Can you tell me where you saw this individual?

I saw her in a photo.

I process photos, and her picture

Was on a roll of film someone dropped off.

Do you know this person? Do you know the name?

I think the name started with a "j,"

Like Jones.

May I have the salt, please?

Oh, sure.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(Lighter won't flame)

You gonna tell me what's going on

Between you two?

Between who?

You and Vic.

I haven't the slightest idea

What you're talking about.

You nnn-know

What I'm talking about.

You think I can't see it?

- He likes you. - So what?

He lll-likes you.

And?

He's a man.

Can I help that?

A mmm-man, sal.

And what am I supposed to do about that?

What?

You got a lot of nerve,

You know that?

What gives you the right?

What gives you the right to judge me? Huh?

He knows.

He knows who he's dealing with.

Yes siree Bob.

Don't you worry.

He's got a special place in hell just for you,

Just for a masturbating,

Faithless little pervert like you.

You don't think he knows?

He knows these filthy hands.

He knows this face.

Put a little mark there just to remind him.

Better believe me.

He's got your number, buddy boy.

Just like he got your daddy's.

Maybe yours too, sal.

What are you thinking about?

Me?

I don't know.

Nn-nothing.

Nobody's ever thinking of nothing.

How long have you been a... a...

A vegan?

I don't know. About 15 years.

Doesn't it ever bother you...

You know, that I'm not?

No.

If it did bother you, would you tell me?

But it doesn't.

Well, if it did?

If it did bother me,

I doubt we'd be together, don't you?

(Coughing)

(Coughing continues)

What did...

What did you do last night?

Nothing much.

I went to sleep pretty early.

Rr-really?

Yeah, I wasn't feeling well.

How come?

I was a little nauseous.

- Why? - I don't know. I just was.

You must have some idea.

Not really, no.

Nobody doesn't at least have a theory

About why they feel nauseous.

Well, I don't.

Well...

That's just sss-

Stupid.

Are you feeling alright?

I feel fine.

You seem kind of tense.

What m-m-makes

You th-think I feel tense?

I guess I've had a lot on my mind lately.

My mm-mother's not feeling well.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's nothing serious, I hope.

No, it's just a...

Ff-fistula.

Hmm.

Yeah.

I got you something today.

Ta-da!

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

I really better go.

My mother.

Okay.

Don't be a stranger.

(Door unlocks)

Shit.

Under that can...

Is the meanest, filthiest, ugliest rat

You ever laid your eyes on.

Took a year off my life just trying to catch it.

Sent poor Vic in for stitches

Trying to get it with a hammer.

God only knows how it got in.

What do you want m-m-me to...

Do what you want!

Just get it the hell out of here.

I caught it, for Christ's sakes.

Careful.

Careful, he's gonna get out.

Do you wanna do this?

He'll take your hand right off if you give him half a chance.

(Speaking Spanish)

Waiter: No, senorita.

- Y Los frijoles? - Completely vegetarian.

Good. I'll have that.

And a Margarita, no salt.

Gracias.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

I was just wondering,

Don't you ever feel like eating meat?

Not really, no.

There isn't any time when a piece of meat

Just looks a little appetizing?

No.

You mean there's n-n-nothing,

Not anything about a hamburger,

That appeals to you in any way, at any time?

Never.

Then you must be lying.

What?

Suppose you were starving.

Is there something wrong?

Suppose you were starving and there was nothing else to eat.

Why do you ask me these questions?

If you were starving and there was nothing else to eat,

And you knew you would die if you didn't eat it.

No.

You mean to tell me you'd rather give your life

For a cow, a dead cow?

Francis, why don't you just tell me what's bothering you?

What makes you think there's anything bothering me?

Because I feel like you're striking out at me.

Just because I question whether or not

You'd really rather die than eat a hamburger?

I think I know how I feel.

I'm not so sure you do.

I'm not so sure anyone who calls themselves a vegetarian

Really knows how they feel.

Deep down, I think they're the most carnivorous of us all.

They just deny it harder.

They're the ones who feel like they have to parade

Their smug, self-righteous,

Sanctimonious, holier-than-thou attitude

Before the entire world

Every day of the pathetic miserable shams

They call lives.

Excuse me.

I don't feel well.

I'm sorry I made such a scene.

It's something that's happened all my life.

The seizures come so rarely I forget all about them.

Sorry if it was because of me.

Is everything okay between us?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm so tired.

Can you give me an order of, uh...

Plah pa muk,

And some of that spicy, uh,

Nam prik pow.

Yeah, whatever.

And, uh...

Oh, give me an order of that...

Yum moo Yang.

(Sal laughs)

And can, uh...

Yeah...

Lick my dong?

(Laughing)

- Yeah, lick my dong. - (Laughing continues)

Uh, in orange sauce?

Is that right? Yeah?

Why don't you kiss my ass, fuckface!

Oh, alright. Well, fuck you, too!

Yeah, fuck you!

(Both laughing hysterically)

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!

Francis, how about a drink?

No.

Don't be such a tightass.

I think you'd better leave.

Come on, just have a little drink. I'll pour you one.

I said I think you b-b-better leave.

- Wait a minute - why don't you have a drink?

Are you deaf?

No.

Oh, for Christ's sake

Then get out!

We're just having a little party.

I mean, really.

Well, it's over now.

I thought we were, you know, buddies.

- What? - I thought we were friends, you and me.

In that case,

M-m-maybe you can tell me what you've been doing

In there for the last six weeks.

Where?

- The bathroom. - The bathroom?

That's complicated, you know.

It's a leaky pipe!

How complicated is that?

Well, if you want, I'll show you.

Get out!

- Wait a minute, I mean... - I said, get out!

You don't have to show Vic the writing on the wall.

He can see it.

(Hollers) Hey!

You don't say much about that girlie friend of yours, do you?

I'm beginning to wonder if she really exists.

You gotta be a regular chip off the old block.

(Telephone rings)

Hello.

Gloria: Francis?

Hi.

Hi. What are you doing?

Nn-nothing much.

I thought if you weren't doing anything

Maybe you can come over for dinner.

- I don't think so. - Oh.

My mm-mother,

She's not feeling well.

I'm sorry. Is she okay?

Yeah. Fine.

It's just those, uh...

Those fistulas, they're pretty tricky.

What exactly is a fistula?

It's a kind of ho-hole.

A kind of infected hole.

Can I do anything to help?

No.

Well, call me when you can.

- Okay. - Goodnight.

Gg-goodnight.

Hi there.

(Shaking doorknob)

I say, hello?

Hi.

Hi.

Are you a friend of Gloria's?

Yeah.

She wanted me to pick something up for her.

Looks like you got the wrong key, mate.

I've had some trouble around here lately.

Seems that, uh,

Former tenants, what they do is come back,

Use their old keys and help themselves.

Pretty cheeky, eh?

Yeah.

So I've had to change all the locks.

It's funny she didn't tell you about that.

I guess she must've forgot.

Yeah.

Yeah, she must have.

Well, thanks.

Here, just a minute!

Hey!

Hey!

(Coughs)

Must be difficult going on

When you're not feeling yourself.

On stage I banish reality through an act of sheer will.

Marilyn is performing in her own one person show.

What is it called again?

"Ich bin Marilyn,"

Based on the writings of the great Latin American surrealist,

Dieter ulbricht.

He doesn't sound Latin American.

But he's Argentine, of course.

A great artist.

And a tremendous azhole.

A what?

An azhole, an azhole.

What's that?

A shithead.

Oh, asshole.

Of course.

After the violent convergence of motherhead and fatherwomb,

I emerge naked

Into the stark solitude of human existence

Only to be finally devoured

By a swarm of carnivorous butterflies,

Who spread everywhere

Their message of eternal light and Booty.

I'm sorry, what?

Booty. Booty.

Oh, beauty.

Of course.

Still hungry?

Have some of that.

It's yellow squash stuffed with red pepper.

I made it last night.

Want me to warm it up for you?

I'd better be getting back.

But it's so early.

I know. My mm-mother...

How is the fistula?

Better. Still bad, but better.

(Filing)

(Telephone rings)

Hello.

Gloria: Hi.

Hi.

I'd like to see you.

I can't.

My mother is still pretty sick.

Looks like that f-f-fistula

Has grown a little.

- Okay. - Yeah.

So I don't think it's such a good idea.

Okay.

- Francis? - Yeah?

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

I guess I've...

I've been a little preoccupied.

(Coughing)

(Rock music blaring)

Yes, sir?

I want to develop these.

Okay.

- The name? - Jones.

One set or two?

One.

Matte or glossy?

I don't care.

Daytime phone.

Daytime phone.

Sir? Mr. Jones?

(Festive talking)

(Knocking)

May I help you?

Francis?

- What's the matter? - What's the matter?

What's the matter? I'll show you what!

There's absolutely no hostility here.

Get back!

No hostility, right?

I said, get back!

You hypocrites!

Just who do think you're fooling?

Nn-not me, that's for sure.

Nn-not me!

- Francis. - Stay back!

I know all about...

I know all about your little s-s-secret.

You didn't bother inviting me

To this party, did you?

You won't go anywhere because of your mother.

Oh, right. Right.

Maybe there's another reason.

Maybe it's because you were afraid I'd discover

Your little secret.

Some vegetarian you are.

- What's this? - Bamati herb rolls.

- And this? - Tabouli salad.

And this?

Ummm...

Eggless artichoke frittata.

(Panting)

Woman: Oh, my God!

Look at what you've done.

Woman: Are you happy now?

I hope you're proud of yourself.

Nice work, pal.

(Startled gasps)

(Telephone rings)

(Continues to ring)

(Knocking)

Keep your shirt on

For the bleeding sake of sweet Jesus Christ in heaven!

Do you know that one of these days...

The sun is gonna explode?

Gonna go up like a,

A frickin' dime store firecracker.

It's gonna go supernova.

Fucking gonna fry us to kingdom come.

Who gives a tinker's toot?

I'll be long dead.

What if you're reincarnated?

You know, like as a goat or something?

Hey...

If I'm reincarnated,

I ain't coming back as an old goat.

I guess not.

You're about as far from a goat as I can imagine.

That's right, ma'am.

I can't imagine you as a goat.

Not unless I was a he-goat,

And you were the prettiest little goat

In the whole fucking herd.

(Wheezing laugh)

Hey!

(Hollers) Ahh! Fuck!

You little fucking cunt bitch!

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

Who...

Are you...

Calling... A cunt?

(Telephone rings)

Francis?

Francis, I wish you'd talk to me.

I wish you would try and communicate.

I'm not sure what's happening to you.

But I'm afraid.

I'm afraid for you.

I want to help you.

If you'd only let me.

I love you.

(Hangs up)

(Knocking)

Listen, Francis,

Something stinks to high heaven in this place.

I can't smell anything.

You can't smell that? (Sniffs)

That stink?

Like something died.

Jesus Christ, I think I'm gonna vomit.

It kind of smells like it's coming from up here.

Well, I'll look around.

(Gagging)

Sal: Smells like a hog farm.

What are we gonna do, Francis?

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

Well, we gotta do something.

Maybe we should call the police.

No, no, no, no!

Then what?

Then what?

Francis...

I didn't kill him.

What?

What did you say?

It was God's will.

God's will?

God's will?

Is that what it was?

And just what do you think God's will is, sal?

I'll tell you what it is.

He wants to make us pay, just like he made daddy pay.

That's God's will.

No, no, no.

Whom he would destroy, he first makes mad.

No!

Do you think it matters how much we pray?

Do you think it matters how much

We get down on our knees and beg?

No! God loves us.

- No, he doesn't! - Yes, he does!

He's a spiteful, mean,

Vengeful f-f-fucker!

And he never, ever, ever forgets!

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy, will you ever pay for this!

I'm ashamed to call you my son!

I'm not your son!

You can deny it all you want.

Mama's dead, sal. She's dead!

No! No, no!

You loved mama, sal. You loved mama more than anything.

But God took her, didn't he?

- Didn't he? - Daddy took her!

He made daddy take her!

Daddy was bad.

No, he was sick! God made him sick!

- Because daddy was bad! - He wasn't bad!

Then why did God make him sick?

Why?

Who knows why? Who knows why he decided to ruin our lives?

But you know what I say to that, sal?

You know what I say?

I say God damn him.

God damn God.

Damn the father, damn the son.

No! God damn the holy fucking ghost!

Fuck God, sal!

Fuck God, sal!

Fuck God, sal! Fuck him!

Fuck him!

Something's lost that can't be found.

Please, Saint Anthony, look around.

Saint Anthony.

Something's lost that can't be found.

Oh, please, Saint Anthony, look around.

(Coughing)

(Bell sounds)

(Clicking through channels)

Sal: Hey, buddy boy!

Who ever thought it would come to this?

Huh?

Who would've guessed it?

Would you tell me that?

Huh?

What did we do to deserve this?

We aren't bad.

Are we?

We didn't do anything to anybody.

Did we?

(Shouts) Did we?

Something's lost that can't be found.

Please, Saint Anthony...

Look around.

Something's lost that can't be found.

Please, Saint Anthony, look around.

Something's lost that can't be found.

Please, Saint Anthony, look around.

(Sobbing) Something's lost that can't be found.

Please, Saint Anthony, look around.

Something's lost that can't be found.

Oh, please, Saint Anthony, look around.

(Sobbing hysterically)

We've looked up high, we've looked way down.

I've looked all over this lousy town.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

(Rock music playing)

(Faint chatting)

Guests: Ooh! Wow!

- That's nice! - That's just gorgeous!

(Silence)

Noooo!

Hi.

Where is he?

- What are you talking about? - Get inside.

Nn-now!

- Where is he? - Who?

You must've finished him off

P-p-pretty fast.

What are you talking about?

- Where did you put him? - Who?

Him!

Francis, I really don't know what you're talking about.

In the kitchen.

Nn-now!

Francis, you're sick. You need help.

Oh, I'm sick. I'm the sick one.

That's good.

At least I don't eat people.

Where have you gotten these ideas?

I've ss-seen it!

There, in the window!

- You've been watching me? - Yes!

You didn't bet on that, did you?

No.

You must think I'm

P-p-pretty stupid to actually believe

You could've cared about me.

(Panting)

I love you, Francis.

I know you don't believe that.

I know you never have.

But I do, and I always will.

I've tried to be as honest with you as I can.

It's been hard, you know, because,

I care what you think of me.

But I've tried.

And I just hope,

I just hope you can believe that.

It's so hard to see you like this.

He wants to make me crazy.

Who does?

God.

(Sniffs) It's true.

I've watched you.

But what I saw wasn't real...

Because he hates me.

He shows me things.

Things that aren't real.

Bad things.

But I don't care.

Because if God doesn't love me...

At least I know that y-y...

You do.