Do not go.
Not yet.
I have to leave tomorrow,
or rather, today.
But I keep thinking, what if this is it?
What if it's all you can have?
"STUCK BETWEEN SEASONS"
ONE SUBS _EXTREME.EXE_ | FALOPERO
It has a new message.
Hi, Rebecca. Sheila speaks Vronofsky,
Director of the Department of Comparative Literature.
Well, you know who I am.
I would like to talk to you as soon as possible.
I know you've enjoyed
be the teaching assistant of Professor Turner
and I have spoken with members of your committee,
promising enthusiastic about your work,
but information has emerged
we need to talk about.
In short, I think you and I
we must reconsider your plans on your thesis
and, well, frankly,
your future in the department ...
Whereas you can not seem to control yourself
before another woman's husband.
Again, please call me as soon as possible.
He called the office of Professor David Turner.
Please leave a message after the tone.
David, it's me.
I just received a disturbing call from your wife
and I can not find my backup disk
nor my key to your office,
which is where my computer is.
I need you to call me back ...
immediately.
- What? Is the other guy? - No, the first.
And then Brent says, "Whoever is.
I fight with any of you. "
But he answered: "What about the two?"
Brent says, "Whatever you".
And then he threw his beer bottle and ...
Boom! Two punches. He gave them both in the face.
- Can not be! - Yes, really..
You remember that, Becky?
Remember when Brent hit those guys at the state fair?
He gave his mother throughout.
"FIRST AVENUE"
¡Bájame!
I you go down, dammit.
Hi. How are you?
Hi. What's up?
You want to try to carry me to me?
What are you saying?
What the fuck ...
Brent, enough.
Hello! Hello how are you?
Casper speaks. I woke you up?
Yes. No, I'm here.
Vine a Minneapolis
for the funeral.
No.
Thank you.
Yes, thank you, friend.
What are you going to do, no?
What are you watching?
Oh yeah? Which?
I do not like travel through time.
No, I like where there is something to do
or the things to be deciphered,
as Data or something.
Or in which Worf becomes a whole gangster.
Hey, you know who I met?
No.
A Becky Fine.
Yes. The sack fringed buckskin.
But even I recognized
because I was with a couple of idiots.
Hey ... hey, I call you later ...
or tomorrow or something.
What?
It looks like you need help.
No no.
No, I'm not here...
I was not expecting.
I did not mean that.
Just I wanted to know if you're okay.
If I am fine. Why?
I'm fine. I've been through worse.
Really?
It seemed that you broke your face.
Yes, I broke his face.
Perfect. Thank you for taking the account.
Thank you.
I was not doing that.
You know what? I totally regret
of me I fought for you.
Notes that in your book.
What book? Of what...
Nothing. It is Dances With Wolves.
Kevin Costner is sitting in front of the fire with the other,
a fart is pulled and said: "Write down that in your book."
- Kevin Costner pulls a fart? - No, the other.
Costner is writing in her diary or whatever.
I do not know, it's a funny line.
Sometimes I say.
How good. Good thing we made clear.
How was it that you fought for me?
Were you trying to impress me or something?
No. It just made me angry, that's all.
That guy is constantly hugging you
And I noticed you did not want him to.
Then when did you throw per band loaded
and you'd scream you down.
So you approached him and gave him an unexpected blow.
Did it seem unexpected?
I gave him a second to him to see he was going to hit.
In addition, a punch in the face is not a low blow.
First, those were my friends.
Moreover, this is a crazy way to handle things.
Well, I did not.
It is. It's insane.
I did not know they were your friends.
Shit!
Maybe I should go ask an apology.
No. That's a terrible idea.
Why?
I mean, do not know you,
but I think I have to explain why it is very bad idea
back to the bar
and try to clear things up with the drunken idiots
they gave you a beating
and now they are complimenting
and relating the beating.
First of all, yes you know me ... and I know you ...
and second, what happened there
He was not beaten.
They piled on me, that's all.
What do you mean you know me?
Becky're Fine.
You grew up on 28th Street
in the blue house near 33.
Whenever you wore a leather bag before fringed
grass and smelling of cigarettes,
and you had patches of flowers back in your jeans.
In third grade you took your gerbil to school,
he escaped and no one ever found him.
Damn it!
That's...
Right? Yes.
I told you I know.
I was gonna say "weirdo".
No. No. I know.
Soy Casper Philips.
We went to primary
and high school together.
And I had gone to Sanford,
but my mom got me into the Minnehaha Academy in high school.
Our third grade teacher was Ms. Beal.
Yes Yes Yes Yes.
I remember you.
You were crying all the time, right?
Well, maybe I cried a couple of times ...
I did not know that was a lot.
I do not remember
you were crying all the time in that class
and your mom had to pick you up at noon.
- I do not remember that. - Once I paid
my draft smelling of strawberry,
trying to make you feel better.
The next day I asked you
and you said: "No. I need it."
I said that?
Yes, and I was very sad because it was my favorite draft.
Made my pencil box smelled rich,
but I did not ask you
because I was afraid you started mourn again.
I do not remember that at all,
- but ... - That's what happened.
... I'm sorry I stole your draft, Becky.
Do not worry.
Becky, what the fuck ...
What the fuck are you doing?
Cálmate, Brent.
Damn traitor. What about ...
I can not believe you're talking to this asshole!
Really. Hey Hey hey. Sit down, you bastard.
I not told you that you could stop.
Put the stick back into the box, pendejo.
Did you see my shirt, son of a bitch?
- You see what you did? - Sensational.
- What? - No no.
It is a sensational shirt.
Son of his...
This stupid fucking
- he wants to break his face. - Brent!
I do not think you've seen this.
Hey? You saw it? Marines, pendejo.
- Always Faithful! - Now calm down, Brent.
No. Fuck that.
I say that shit again.
I dare you. I challenge you to tell me in my face.
What? What your shirt is sensational?
It is. It is a sensational shirt.
- Brent ... - No, let me go, let me go.
And get fed me, asshole click.
Leave it alone. And we gave him a beating.
- Let me give you! - Let's move on! Let's move on.
- You're lucky today, asshole. - Let's move on.
I'll see you again, huh?
Come on, Becky. We go to Paisley Park.
I came with them.
Oye, Becky. ¡Becky!
I forgot something. Go away.
What the fuck ...
What are you going to do now?
Maybe go play Big Buck Hunter.
Ah, Buck Hunter.
That sounds super good.
What are you going to do now?
Probably keep having fun, right?
Why do you hang out with those guys?
I really do not.
But your friends are.
No not really.
You said you are.
Yes, but that was before
to discover that we knew.
Sales with them sometimes, right?
Yeah right.
We did not eat frozen yogurt together or anything.
Frozen Yogurt. How good.
So you define a true friendship.
You can say yes.
And how there was you ...
seen in ten years?
I just came for a couple of days.
my father died.
- I am so sorry. - "UP TO THIS POINT... "
Thank you, do not worry.
It was suddenly?
I suppose.
Did along very well?
Not really.
You're good?
No.
You want me to call an ambulance?
No.
I just want to go to the bar for a while.
If you want to come, fine.
What is that? A type Becky Fine joke?
No.
I mean, it would be good.
I want you to come.
Hey, Casper ... uh ...
- only we will be
friends tonight.
we will not kiss or anything.
Who says even want to kiss you?
Caramba. Becky Fine.
Begins.
Only one, just one.
Give me the gun. I'll show you how.
- You do it. - I just won this game.
I killed all those deer.
No, do not do it.
Nothing happens when you do that.
We're going to take if you keep doing.
Gosh, you're good for this game.
I came yesterday and managed to double deer to elk.
I raised? How good.
Dammit!
No thanks.
Hi.
How are you?
Hi.
Do you remember me, Rebecca Fine,
of Ave. 33 with the bag that smelled of mota
and whose gerbil died in a heating tube?
If I remember.
We are friends.
Ah.
And the friends grumble each other
every 15 minutes?
Just I try to be friends.
You're right I'm sorry. I did this was rare.
I'm leaving.
Take another drink.
Nice to meet you, Casper.
Or rather, to meet again.
Wait wait. Come on.
You wanna go to a party?
I mean, I said
I was going to play Buck Hunter, so ...
Were you trying to impress
with your terrible tino?
The truth is that
these weapons are a crap game.
Give me an ACOG and Quito
pubic hair to your friend Brent 500 meters.
What is ACOG?
An advanced combat optical sight.
Why do you know so much about guns?
Because I am of EE. UU.
By the way, very attractive
Talk about weapons.
If I'd known you wanted romance,
we would be eating us the same spaghetti
a cover trash at this time.
- I'm beginning to know you. - Oh yeah?
You pretend that nothing you give a damn,
but I do not think so.
Because if my dad had just die,
I would be devastated.
People die, what do you want me to do?
Please.
Is not that...
I'm just saying it's something that happens
in life, or whatever.
What can any of us do about it?
What?
I'm impressed.
With what?
You went from Lady and the Tramp
"all die" in 30 seconds.
There is no mention of that on the first date, right?
The good news is that this is not a date.
Try not to get drunk
and hit unexpectedly to my friends. Hey?
I can not promise anything.
¡J.!
Jesse, what's up?
Fuck, you said you were not going to come.
What's New?
Nothing friend. Nothing.
How are you?
I'm fine, you know.
That good.
Hi. I'm Rebecca.
Hi. I, Jesse.
- How are you? - Very good.
What they are known?
We went to school together.
And primary.
So even you were a loser who never spoke to him?
Definitely.
- You look good now. - Oh thank you.
Did I get you something to drink?
Yes, what do you have?
I Premium
cherry flavor and juice with gin.
Gin juice is fine.
Bring me a beer.
Did they all went to our school?
Yes, almost everyone.
So, what's up?
I can not believe you came.
I did not think I was going to see again.
Yes. Here I am.
And I see that whole.
Stop.
Which one of you will dance with me?
Will they be stopped looking like a couple of perverts?
Then I'll dance alone.
What the fuck ... Becky Fine?
Let's go to the kitchen.
Do you have grass?
Is that what you want to talk?
Sorry?
I have not seen ... what? Three years?
From the school...
you show my stupid party
with that shit on your shirt
and want to know if I have grass.
If you have?
- Hey ... - Look, I'm sorry.
I do not want to remember the bad times.
- Yes, I have grass. - Perfect.
But what wave you explain me or not give you anything.
How wonderful, right?
How it happened?
He was on First Avenue and started talking.
- That is all? - That is all.
Can not be!
Did you try to touch her buttocks?
Yes right? Was it an accident?
You came near him like you're going?
"Oh, sorry, Your ass? Gosh!"
Come on, friend.
So what? twenty?
Insurance. I guess. Yes.
Son $20.
I thought you were going to give me.
Why do you believe that?
I do not know, because it's something nice.
Old, live in Iraq.
I do not live in Iraq.
You not even know if you're gonna go home.
How good. Thank you.
Gosh, I feel that I just pregnant.
Really?
Who is going to smoke that?
You Got $ 10?
Lit comp.
Comparative Literature.
Some books do they compare with others?
Uh ... something.
Why choose someone do that?
I do not know, I find it interesting.
There is a teacher here, David Turner,
which makes it very interesting work.
Is...
It was my counselor.
I'm supposed to something like his protege, so ...
But what happened?
Exactly.
Casper the ghost son of a bitch!
Paddy, what's up? How are you?
I thought not see your Republican ass
around here in a while.
Yeah. Fuck that.
He did not even vote.
What are you doing with this fascist?
It seems that almost know what time it is.
I did not know it was fascist.
You see? That's how you get caught.
And what are you doing?
Still you are bombarding villages with my taxes?
You do not pay taxes, so ...
I do not want to be part of the problem.
And what do you do?
Lazy in the parking lot smoking as usual, right?
That's what you want.
No, let's go to the circus tonight.
What the fuck have you been doing?
Nothing really.
His friends gave me a good thrashing, that's all.
- Seriously? - They are not my friends.
Whatever. acquaintances
I got a good beating, I guess.
Would you go after them?
No.
Not well.
But what's up with the circus?
They want to come?
Hop.
OK, let's go.
Do you do this a lot?
What?
Do carry girls in the back of your BMX?
That worked great when I was 13.
Oh Lord!
Do not let me crash into anything!
Have you been to Nido since you got back?
You could not pay me.
You paid them either, do you?
What was the Nido?
You do not know Turkey's Nest?
A shitty bar where he and I worked
- behind the university. - The best job I ever had.
And you managed to get you fired.
- Why you got fired? - By bullshit.
They saw him using drugs at work.
No. False. They never saw me getting high at work,
I appeared drugged once. That was it.
But you were at work, so ...
Yes, but those are two different things.
Not really.
How come you do not know you?
I dont know.
I not go out much.
But you know this asshole.
- We went to school together - We met today.
Clear.
I want to go see it up close.
Agree?
Why did not you explain to the boss
You do not drugged there, but since you were drugged?
Maybe you could have kept your job.
No, I have principles.
I do not want to be part of that shit,
unlike some traitors sold I know.
Quiet.
- I touched a nerve?
No. But at least I got a job.
Son of a bitch, the Nazis had jobs.
Well, very good. Ahead.
You're a corporate puppet, murderer of babies wearing combat boots.
A tool of tyranny,
environmental pollutant,
protector of fossil fuel, fries lover.
You're a fucking cookie McDonald's.
That's all you can say?
And you let me take Halliburton.
Yes, I let it take me Halliburton.
As long as you know ...
- Let's get out of here - What?
But we just got here.
You can come with us, if you want.
No. I'm staying.
As you like.
What?
So how did she find out?
Well, and why not denied it?
My computer was in your office,
so the question is
Who else has the keys to your office?
You know what? Please make me fucking
to tell your wife to stop calling.
Listen to me. If you're not in my apartment
in ten minutes with my computer,
I'll tell everyone you're sleeping with a freshman.
We have to go. You can come with me?
I would appreciate.
Dammit, do not.
Rebecca, I need to talk to you.
Where is David?
She is in home. I could not.
"She is in home".
Strange, because it is also your home, so ...
I'm not ready to face it. They have not presented us.
I'm David. Are you his friend?
Yes, it's my new boyfriend.
Together we will flee to join the circus.
Do you think this is a joke?
A big joke.
- Would you calm down and talk? - A huge joke.
I'm calm, David! I'm calm!
You know? I feel sorry for you.
It must be hard when everything goes to hell
and you can no longer count on the power dynamics of the student-teacher relationship.
Rebecca. ¡Rebecca!
Dammit!
Espérame aquí.
¡Becky! ¡Becky!
I think he's in his room.
Becky, do you have a plan for this?
Yes, I got it.
I will do it. I got this.
- Make finish, please. - Yes I know.
Excuse me.
Hi, I'm Casper.
Did you get a gun?
Can I have a moment alone with you?
Taking. Give them to the student with whom you sleep.
Rebecca, come here!
I'll bring your computer.
And if I do, it's not the end of the world.
For you the end of the world would be if you lost
Your magical power over fools like me
who believe that because you sashes shirt
You're a godsend for women.
I should have known it was a fake
when you spoke that you loved
symbionts of eroticism.
You're a hypocrite click.
Look, this is childish.
- Stop. - Let me go, please.
Rebecca, I know you're upset and you do not really mean that.
Remember we had something important.
Fuck that.
To hell with that!
So you slept with me
- only to advance the department? - Enough!
Everyone knows that your wife you got your fucking job.
Sheila was right. To me deceived me,
but really you're just an asshole.
I said that's enough!
Casper, drop it!
this park
It is the first place where I touched her breast.
Under her blouse.
Or over, I guess.
How weird.
Here I masturbated someone for the first time.
Really?
No.
Clear.
Where did you learn to do that?
What?
The key type Abu Ghraib prison
with which you submitted my boyfriend.
That guy is your boyfriend?
No.
You have been in the army or something?
I still am.
In Afghanistan?
Yes.
I return tomorrow.
Georgia first ...
and then to Afghanistan later this month.
Fuck. Really?
And.
What are you doing there?
Long bridge game
y rummy 500.
Double solo has become very popular.
Clear.
Many people must wonder how it is.
Some.
It bothers you?
I guess I see why they are interested,
but I do not know what to say.
You know? It's a bad situation.
But if you watch the news, maybe you know the reasons.
What?
I had never heard anyone say that.
To say that?
As if we have some understanding
what actually it happens there.
It seems that the nature of war
Is very complicated.
Even the history of the region
It is very complex
since before involucráramos us.
And here we all are,
busy buying a bunch of crap made in China.
So, really,
we're screwed.
You do not like to talk about it, right?
I hate to be "special" about it.
I do not like people to think I'm interesting
just because I've been there or whatever.
That shit has not changed me
other things that have happened here.
People do not want to hear you say that.
So what were you doing with your teacher?
It is my counselor.
What is the difference?
Any.
Exact.
I think something very risky.
I guess you never think that the rules
They apply one.
The worst is
things were going well
and again
I had to fuck everything.
What do you mean?
His wife is the head of the department, so ...
No. You said "again"
like something you usually do.
I mean, you know ... since
Well, tonight, but before too ...
the world seems to have him by the balls.
Yes, but you do not know me, Casper.
Not to sound harsh. Is that...
You are not right.
You're leaving now?
No.
What do you do?
Do you think you can with this?
Yes I think so.
Good.
Defense wins the championship. The defense wins the championship!
- Seriously? - Did not you see?
It's like 100-0.
It was not even looking!
What is that?
A tattoo.
Of what?
I dont know.
I have it for a long time.
Hey, do you want to go on your computer?
Yes of course.
Really.
I think a bad idea.
Look. This is the plan.
You stand in front,
screaming, and you take off all your clothes.
I get the house back,
I take the computer
and hit her on the head with a hammer.
What? No do not do that!
I will not do anything like that.
Espérame aquí.
Fuck.
Hello? David?
Yes, I am, honey.
Heavens. I will call you later.
¡Casper! ¡Casper!
Pure garbage.
Oh, what's that?
You're a fucking idiot.
- God ... - I do not deny.
I do not even speak.
Rebecca! Which?
- What is that? - The silver!
Hello?
- There it goes. - What?
No, not avientes.
I can not get off charging it. Taking!
Dammit!
I can not believe we've done that.
- I think he saw me. - I did not see you.
And if he did, so what?
I'm screwed.
I went know, it's my computer.
It was not you, it was me.
I thought that you wanted,
recover your computer.
You do not understand, Casper.
- There will be ramifications. - Like what?
I'll be lucky if they do not denounce me.
I'll be a pariah in the department.
One can not get to the houses of others.
Hey what's wrong?
This is not a simple prank, it's my life.
You understand me? There are consequences.
I know you do not think about it,
but the rest we have to.
In fact I think about these things all the time.
And I hope everything goes as badly as possible.
That's probably why so.
Forgive me for not wanting everything is always screwed.
Oh, is that why you slept
your married teacher,
so that things start to go well in your life?
It's over. I'm going home.
Come on.
That patrol should be looking for.
Good thing you were wearing Speck.
Are you hungry?
A bit.
Right here you want to eat?
Tell me what else is open at 3:00 am
The wads 26.
No. They close at 2:00.
Durkin's.
I said I was hungry,
I wanted to not get AIDS.
Mmm ... but no problem if you get diarrhea?
Do you think it's OK?
Between the two, yes.
Trust me.
Make my vegetarian half.
Who says I'll give you half?
Yes, I remember you.
I already know it. She cried all the time.
No, in high school.
We geometry together, civics ...
And works with Mr. Krueger.
I was not much to that class.
Why did not you tell me you remembered?
I dont know.
I did not think you wanted to be remembered then.
I suppose not.
I do not want you to remember me then.
It is high school, it sucks. I was a mess.
Yes.
Ah, are you okay? Was I suck?
- No, I mean ... - Okay.
I do not even like to think
in the damn fool I was.
Yes.
Do you remember when we put together in geometry?
Yes.
That was fun.
Did Mr. Dingle?
Deringer... Dering...
- Dellinger. - Dellinger.
He came to shut up a few times.
That was great.
Then why...
Why what?
Why did not you call me?
I Thee to número
and you did not call me.
You do not remember?
No.
I do not remember that.
You do not remember. I do not believe you.
Seriously, I do not remember that.
Well, we had a lot of fun in class,
you pick up your backpack or whatever
and you told me ...
"We should go out together one day."
- Yes? - It was the bravest thing I've done.
I wrote my number on the worksheet
and I put it in your book.
Caramba. I do not remember that.
So...
A week later, everything returned to normal.
Te sentaste junction a tu amigo Tony ...
I hated that guy ...
and I felt that I had ruined everything,
that was my fault.
I remember you looked cute.
Really.
Oh! Heavens...
How awful.
Good...
It's a total mess.
No. It's delicious.
Are you ready to go home?
not really, but
What are we going to do now?
I think I can think of one thing.
What the fuck is that supposed to be?
That, friend, is public access television.
Come on.
No way.
Espérame aquí a segundo.
- Hamill. - Yes?
- we're leaving. - Ah. Okay, here.
- For you. - How good!
- Well bye. - Thank you.
To always remember me.
Clear.
You look fine.
Yes.
I'll stay here
Well, thanks for ...
I say, had a great time.
Yes me too.
That good.
But I will not go.
I do not remember inviting you.
You're right.
It is not a joke. Do not...
I did not want to speak,
but I'm not going to go.
So what are we doing here?
Come on.
- Are you going to sleep in a tent? - Yes.
Why?
I can not go in there.
It's not my house.
Where...
There's a hose.
Have you ever gone?
No, I've entered, but not since ...
Not on this trip.
I not even know why I left the house.
- Maybe because you are his son. - Yes, but not really.
It was different when I was a kid,
but we had ...
a real relationship.
Yes, but it's still your father.
When I went to enlist he said:
"No son of mine ..."
You understand me? "I forbid."
I reacted to that very well.
"Fuck you, Dad."
I called and left a message
I'm about and a man,
I know what's best for me and all that.
Spend a week, and nothing.
Another week passed, and nothing.
Finally, a year later, I got a letter.
He does not mention the fight,
no apologies or tell me I'm wrong.
As if nothing had happened.
What did you write?
A lot of nonsense about his life.
What was happening.
They were going to give a prize for his pictures in '70
and how they were growing tomato plants.
It was like a damn Christmas letter.
Finally, at the end,
pure bla, bla, bla,
sports, bla, bla, bla.
And the last line, I swear to God, saying:
"Try not to kill you. Love, Dad."
Amazing, right?
But after a while I decided not to be angry about it.
It's like you did not know me,
but I was not trying to do so.
Anyway, what course of action click with your child, right?
At least he was honest.
But then I have to come back here,
home or whatever, now,
Y...
Friend.
What am I supposed to do with that?
Do you think he was being sarcastic?
Who I know, fuck.
I do not think so.
Imagine how you would see people if they have to control this.
Yes, especially in this neighborhood.
People probably spit.
What do you think you had
to go back and find out this way?
And what I'm finding out?
What do you do?
I'm looking for a beer.
No. I took them.
- Where are you going? - I want something to drink.
I will not get there with you.
I do not remember inviting you.
The keys.
Taking.
Get changed shirt.
Bring blood on yours.
Where did you get this?
Your dad's room.
- Did you go to your room? - Yes.
Did you see all the pictures there?
I do not know, probably.
I saw one of you when you were a kid
with a beret.
What was going on there?
I went on an art film
they made some friends of my dad.
I dont know.
What did you do?
Era...
the younger version of the main character
in flashback sequences,
persecuted everywhere a huge red ball
and I never got to catch it.
I do not know, a typical drivel foreign film.
I liked.
Yeah. Looks like your dad was very cool.
It was a while.
And then what? Have you stopped being?
He had a stroke
ten years ago.
I am sorry.
Not well.
After that his personality changed ...
drastically.
I do not really want to get this.
Hey, look what I found.
There is.
- "There is no joy in Mudville" - I have it since he was 16.
And every time I see him, I think of the stroke.
But there's no problem.
That day things looked bad for the Mudville nine teams.
They were 4 to 6
and there was only one entrance.
4 a 6.
So my dad always said.
Most say four to two, but 4 to 6 makes it sound
as your team is losing.
As a child, my dad
It was super baseball fan
and that poem was very important to him.
We read it as a bedtime story.
I remember I liked the way it sounded.
"Somewhere the man laugh
"And somewhere children scream
"But there is no joy in Mudville
"They struck out the mighty Casey".
But what changed for me to lose?
Nothing.
My dad was a long time ago.
That's a terrible way to think about things.
Maybe.
And I say, "Fuck that guy."
I will not mourn because I hurt
or whatever.
No. My dad was very cool.
It is just that...
I dont know.
What did that have to do with me?
Well then
Why not enter the house?
Because we do not want to go, that's all.
Would you have entered a week ago, before he died?
I guess I do not know.
Can we talk about something else?
Clear.
What do you want to talk about?
I dont know.
Do not you have tattoos depressing?
No...
only emotional scars.
How good.
Can I ask you something?
Why you were with me tonight?
I thought you were the best way
to spend my night.
Mean, you have no idea
how amazing you seemed to me?
Yes I think so.
Because everyone thought that, right?
No.
Not all, definitely.
I do not know, sure it was not easy
everyone wanted to sleep with you all the time.
But dammit ...
The truth is that
I never believed him
any of them.
It seemed to have more to do ...
I dont know...
with them and
what
they needed
me or
I really was.
What?
Did you meet Katelyn Gustafson?
He went to Southwest.
No, I do not think so.
She and I planned a nine-month journey with backpacks
South America seven years ago.
At six months,
We were camping in Patagonia
and we had to hitchhike to the next town,
so we picked up two types,
very male.
We found them suspicious,
but many people seem to be and nothing ever happens.
Total that we jumped in the car and started forward.
No one spoke, but we moved,
so everything seemed fine.
And so
I ... the driver
for the car to the side of the road.
It goes down, goes next to Katelyn,
He opens the door and says:
"It's time to pay for the ride."
She began to mourn
and the other guy, not the driver,
pulls out a knife.
Katelyn starts to get crazy.
I thought he was going to give a fucking heart attack.
And so
I realized...
what had to happen.
So I took off my belt and got out of the car.
I went with the driver and said:
"They can not fuck my friend ...
but they can fuck with me. "
And I said, "Let's enter the field.
"The two can have sex with me ...
"Then we return here
"And they will take us to the next town."
And we enter the field ...
and we returned,
and later...
Kate returned home the following week.
Damn it.
I just remember thinking ...
I could choose
terribly traumatized ...
or not to be.
And I chose door number two.
You must have wanted much to Katelyn.
I only saw at that time
and I knew that ...
If that happened,
It would be fucking the rest of his life.
And I knew I would not.
I dont know. But doing that
by other person...
I mean, that's ...
that's horrible, fuck.
I saw my friend explode.
It was so far away from me like that bush.
We were on patrol.
It was three years ago.
We were in a firefight.
Well, not exactly a shootout.
There was a sniper shooting at us.
Three of us were immobilized in front of a store
and three across the street in a house,
they went through the windows whores.
We were shooting into a building,
because it seemed that there could be the sniper,
and a boy, Swanson ...
tall, thin, Scandinavian type,
He crossed the street to our side
because it was an advantage.
He ran across the street
and suddenly he collapsed.
He was shot in the neck
and blood dripping like a faucet click
or something like that...
and another boy, Gino,
It was for him.
But the street was full of explosives,
because it reached the halfway point
and later...
just he disappeared.
I do not remember hearing anything.
I was just there
and then it was gone.
I fell back,
I hit my elbow
a counter that was behind me
and the sensitive part of my elbow
it hurt like hell.
So I could not take my gun
and he was stumbling
banging against things.
Meanwhile, all other
They were going crazy,
shooting and shouting,
acting as soldiers.
But a few seconds later arrive Humvees,
They collect what was left of Gino,
Swanson takes ... who lived, by the way,
although it was pretty fucked a while ...
and 30 minutes later,
I'm back in my bunk watching two types
play Super Smash Bros.
Perhaps that day was not what affected me,
because we saw horrible things all the time,
but ... damn, that day was awful.
And they're all fucked up in one way
in many others,
ordinary types, are not.
So I can not stop thinking about it:
Because I?
Why am I, five,
which it is totally clean
while others are covered in shit?
Do you feel guilty?
Of what?
Do you shoot people?
Do you kill them? I do want?
I dont know.
Did not help my friends?
Of course I feel guilty for all that.
Yes, but I meant rather
whether you feel guilty for not having gone mad
like the rest of your unit.
No.
Or, well, maybe ...
I do not know, I think that's life.
Some go deeply hurt
while others only hit in the elbow
And I do not think I have really worry about this case,
because that is life.
I...
It's a terrible story.
And I'm sorry
you've lived all that shit,
but if you feel
you came not as hurt as others,
probably you did something to make that happen.
You're not giving credit.
Should I be proud of myself?
You must be something.
I do not know why ... I do not know what that is.
I just know I'm fine.
And what's so wonderful to be okay?
Maybe sometimes things are better than good.
Yes.
Sometimes.
Do not go.
- I have to go. - Do not.
What do you want me to do?
I dont know. Run away...
Canada, Mexico, wherever.
Get changed sex, say you're gay.
You come with me?
Then I'll go back.
I choose to go back.
I say, how I need another year?
I can manage.
And then what?
Another thing.
Something better, I hope.
What time do you think is?
Maybe I should go.
Wait. Wait.
I know it's stupid ...
but do not go.
I have to leave tomorrow,
or rather, today.
And I keep thinking ... what if this is it?
What if this is all we can have?
When you return...
Giving me a call.
Dilo.
I will call you.
"When I come back".
When I come back,
I will call you.
Good night, Casper.
Good night, Rebecca.
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