Sometimes, I— I take a picture that… isn't like me, but I took it, so it is like me. It has to be. I put those pictures away.

I'd like to see those pictures.

We don't know each other that that well.

Do you know anybody that well?

I don't think I want to know you very well. I don't think you're gonna live much longer.

Well, I may… surprise you. Anyway, you're not telling the truth.

What do you mean?

You'd rather be with somebody who's not going to live much longer, at least somebody who would be on his way.

I'm not--

You take pictures. Beautiful pictures, but of empty streets and trees with no leaves--November. Why haven't you asked me to untie your hands?

H-How much doyou want...

I just...want to stop it. For a few hours. For the rest of the night. And then I'll go.