where you going so early?
why not?
don't you ever say that word. or i'll never come over here and bring you chicken soup and fuck your brains out again.
still there. how's yours?
reyna, it's julianna. i missed my audition. i lost my head. listen, i have to go. i'm with david.
bye "honey!"
when? when?
hello handsome. he turns to see julie gianni in the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a comforter.
i've come to wish you happy birthday.
yeah, that was a little weird -
i'm mad at you, you dick. we made love four times the other night.
two is good. three is very good. but four -
no, four is.  four is.  just hold me.
hold me, and then i'll leave, and you can go talk to that cute brunette.
i don't want to meet your fancy friends. i knew 'em all back when i was fancy too. he holds her. they talk in between friendly kisses.
she looks like a moth, david.
sometimes i worry about one of these clever girls in a big silly coat who'll play you in just the right way, and i'll lose my friend. and there'll be no more chicken soup parties for you and me.
when will you call me? and don't say soon. i hate it when you say "soon."
david aames. david leans on his car, turns and shakes his head.
only a little. i wanted to finish what we were talking about.
but i can see from your walk that you didn't sleep with her. david turns.
let me see if i can guess. you haven't slept with her because.  it's more fun when you can draw it out. sex just isn't as good if the woman hasn't told all her friends she'd never sleep with you.
she must be exhausted from trying to be witty for you all night long.
i'm sorry i got weird. i missed an audition and i just felt bad
do you want to make it up to me? i won't tell a soul. slowly, he is drawn to her. his old self rallies one last time. he gets in the car.
would you do a story about me if i made a cd?
do you like my music?
if i weren't me, i would buy a cd by me.
what is happiness to you, david?
for me, this is happiness. being with you. david doesn't look at her. she speeds up, slowly.
when did you stop caring?
about the consequences of the promises you made.
do you know how hard it is to pretend to be your "buddy?" i love you, david. you fucked me four times in one night. you have been inside me and i have swallowed your come. that means something.
four times, david! that means something. four times. he grabs at the wheel. she won't let go, and speeds up.
twenty-four hours a day i live with the aching possibility that you might call me to do something.
don't you know, david? every time you sleep with someone.  your body makes a promise whether you do or not?
tell me something, david. do you believe in god? sweet pop music swells. she bursts the barrier of the winding road, and the car sails into an embankment of a road below. all sound disappears, as we hear a new kind of music. ethereal, almost wondrous. this music continues.
boo! he recoils. his vision sharpens. in the morning shadows, with increasing focus, we see that it is actually sofia.
what's happiness to you, david?
baby, what's wrong? he gasps for breath, backing away. totally terrified. paralyzed. in a low voice:
who? his instinct is to protect his lifeline sofia - and he pounces on her with a manic will to survive.
i'm sofia.
david, don't hurt me. david returns and sits across from her on the bed, terrified and barely hanging on.
i am sofia.
don't do it, honey.
what. accident?
i haven't had any accident!
honey, please. he picks up the phone. dials 911.
i thought you were a vandal.
i'm sofia.
i'm sofia.
david, honey. this will all be over soon. we'll be together again. you'll forget julianna and i won't be afraid of you. let me get you a cold towel. she exits. he struggles to rise. his head is a swirling mess. and then:
i love you. i'm afraid of how powerful this is. he continues moving passionately, harder now. julie responds to the overwhelming surge within david. she gives over to the waves of dark pleasure, riding him like a rocket. from hell. harder now. grabbing her hands and pulling them high above her head, clamping down with his own. julie gianni cries a deep, guttural sound of passion. this is what someone sounds like when they're not faking it. and then.  slam.  a pillow comes down over her face.