god damn it! pedro! what the fuck do you think you are doing! how
what?
yeah, i'm fucking fantastic.
want a ride?
it's fucking freezing out here.
there's something wrong with this picture.
i'm talking about you.
yeah, you.
very weird.
what's weird about that?
guess i'm not like most women.
you don't hang out with the other guys.
they're all assholes.
you never spoke to me before.
what do you think?
southern light.
your windows face south. northern light is the purest. but southern light is very good.
thanks.
doesn't it get noisy?
my place faces a truck street. i've got cracks in every window from the shaking.
i go backpacking a lot. lose myself in the wilderness for a week or two.
what about them?
yeah, they could.
you're damaged.
i'm not easily shocked.
so.  what's your dark secret?
don't you think i should know before we have sex?
are you going to tell me your deep dark secret before we have sex?
okay.
not tonight.
i didn't say i didn't enjoy it.
no you're not.
what's the wproblem?
do you?
since you've had sex?
how about in the morning.
i thought i'd stay the night.
well, walter, this is going to sound off-the-wall, but i like to sleep with a man after we fuck.
is that all?
i sleep like a dead horse. anything else?
what?
why's that?
yeah, mary-kay, i think i do. thanks a bunch for the advice.
well, mary, you're about as helpful as a broken sewer pipe. you do know what runs out of a sewer pipe, don't you?
hey.
hey, there.
what happened to you?
because i like you.
the worst?
fucked my best friend's husband.
molested little girls?
you're not joking.
how many girls did you molest?
what did you do to them?
how young?
so it was mostly fondling? shit like that?
twelve years in prison?
i told you i'm not easily shocked.
what?
hey, i'm not --
walter.
you don't molest little girls anymore, do you?
don't die on me, you little shit.
you want to go for a ride?
what was prison like?
yes! i want to know.
you mean the time you're locked away?
i'm sorry, walter.
my father took me fishing here when i was a kid. he could name every fish in the lake. and for every fish he named, he had a fishing story. i hated fishing, but i loved his stories.
my father was an alcoholic who drank himself right into the grave.
why young girls, walter?
they seduce you?
you really believe that?
and what do you tell yourself now?
bullshit.
i want you to change my mind!
what?
i know.
what odds?
well, most people are stupid. pause) you want to talk about odds? one day i'll tell you how i survived as the youngest in a family of three sons. you wanna talk about odds?
i got poked around.  here and there.
all three -- in chronological order.
i love my brothers.
i love all of them. they're strong, gentle men with families of their own. and if you asked them about what they did to me, they'd call you a fucking liar and then beat the shit out of you.
are you serious?
not ever.
what?
you're scared.
neither am i.
well, walter, i got an idea of my own.
move in with me.
i think it's a fucking good idea.
just think about it.
who doesn't?
guess that makes you pretty special.
fine.
what's it look like?
everyone needs a plant. this ivy is one tough baby. it's a cutting from one of mine.
you're such an asshole.
prove it.
walter.
what are you doing?
do what?
what's your fucking problem?
what's going on?
do you want to talk about it?
come on, let's get out of here.
mind your own business, pedro!
have you seen walter?
if she's here tomorrow, i'll fucking kill her.
shit.
thanks again. i promised i'd take care of his plants.
you okay?
fucking liar.
not when they fly.
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i call him candy.
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