(Dick and Eli continue
badgering each other)
Is that designed to hurt me?
What a waste.
I’ve fought with Peter over who
whose dawn it is… and which son
gets the sunset,
and we’ll never live to see it.
Look at you.
I loved you more than Peter,
and it’s cost me everything.
What do you want?
I want us back the way we were.
No, that’s not it.
All right, then. I want the shares.
That’s the step-mother I remember.
We can win. I can get you Pretty Boy. I can make
the marriage happen, but I’ve got to have the
the shares back to do it. I must have them back.
It’s mine, and I’ll never give it up.
Shall I write my will? “to Dick, everything.”
Would you believe me then? Where’s paper?
I love you as if you were
my own son.
You love nothing. You’re incomplete.
The human parts of you are missing. You’re as
dead as you are deadly.
Don’t leave me.
You were lovely once. I’ve seen the pictures.
Don’t you remember how you loved me? We were
always hand in hand. (Eli thrusting his hand in Dick’s)
Here’s how it felt.
As hot and coarse as that.
This won’t burn. I’ll scratch a will on this.
(bares his forearm, with a small knife suddenly
in his other hand, and draws the blade across the
flesh) “To Dick, everything.”
Remember how I taught you accounting… and the
deal and negotiating? See? You do remember. I
taught you currencies, too, and languages… and
all the business I knew
and how to love profit.
Life was easier then, and we
were every day together.
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