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What? Hello? Oh my god who's in here? Somebody's
in here oh my god, don't hurt me, don't kill me! um I have 80 dollars, but I don't know
where my purse is...I'll write you a check! Tell me your name and I'll write you a check...I
have jewelry...but it's dumb stuff. I was robbed last year they took the jewelry. You
can have my jewelry though, I'll give you the jewelry and the eighty dollars. I'm frightened,
I'm very frightened I'm supressing a scream here. Bo: Shut up. Ata: Oh my god, oh my god,
you ARE in here! Bo: Yeah I'm in here, and I want you to shut up. Ata: I have a gun.
Bo: ***. Ata: I do I have a gun, a big gun! Bo: You don't have a gun, I have a gun.
Ata: My husband gav it to me, it's a 37, a police 37! Bo: Turn on the light. Ata: Don't
hurt me I have *** Bo: Turn on these lights I'm counting to three here! Ata: I can't!
Bo: You can't what? Ata: I have a problem... Bo: So? Ata: I freeze, I freeze with fear!
Bo: Get outta here. Ata: All my life. My nervous system just shuts down. It's called kinetic
hysteria...I'm in therapy. Bo: I don't give a *** if you're in therapy, turn on the
lights! Ata: Don't shoot me, don't shoot me! I'll tell you where it is. Bo: What is? Ata:
The switch Bo: I can't believe this. Ata: To the right of the door. Bo: What door? Ata:
The front door. Bo: Lady I don't *** live here, I'm sneakin around in the dark! Ata:
Well, um, if you're facing the bed...wait...where exactly are you? Bo: Will you turn on these
lights?! Ata: *almost screams* Bo: Okay okay, alright...I'm below the bed. Ata: If you could
see how I'm shaking, and I'm clammy, I'm very clammy. Bo: And I'm below the bed. Ata: On
a clock, if you're facing the 12 the door to the living room would be at...8:30. Bo:
I'm facing what number? Ata: The 12! Bo: Okay, to my left, I'm going...what the *** is this,
are you screwing with me? Ata: No it's nothing, keep going! Bo: How far? Ata: Um, 8 feet...well...maybe
10 feet..Bo: I'm gonna like fall over some little table thing and kill myself? Ata: No.
Bo: Dammit...Okay...listen, I turn on this light, I don't want any noise...Okay, there
is no switch here at any height. Ata: To the right of the door? Bo: Nowhere, none. Ata:
As you come in? Bo: I'm not coming in, I'm going towards, jesus!...I don't want noise...no
noise ya hear me? Ata: Yes, yes I do.......Don't shoot me don't shoot me don't shoot me don't
shoot me! Bo: Gimme a godamn break! What the hell is this? What the hell is going on here?
Hey, you! Ata: You're a woman! Bo: Yeah, right, where the hell's the stuff, the goods? Ata:
I'm a woman! We're women! Bo: VCR, silver, laptop, videocam, I'm talkin negotiables here!
Ata: Women don't shoot each other, men shoot each other, women relate! Bo: Stuff, where's
the stuff the goods. the items? Ata: That's a question, I can tell you that. Bo: Right.
Ata: Well...actually....I can't. I'll- I'll tell you where's the stuff, I'd like to but
the gun is making me itch... Bo: You have negotiable stuff, I know that. Ata: I have
stress allergies, I just pass out, you know, flat out, gone, I have a suspect nervous system...wait!
Wait...I know you...yes, yes I do, oh god, why do I know you... Bo: Because I've seen
you *** stuff lady. I'm not just some geek I go in cold like on the offchance it
could be worth my while. Ata:...At the deli? No...no.... Bo: Sit there, don't even blink.
Ata: Smoke alarms! Bo: Un-***-real Ata: You were here about my smoke alarms, isn't
that right? Bo: Yeah, where's your life lady? Where's your furniture for instance? Ata:
We have a relationship. I told you about my mairriage, I confided in you, you admired
me decor, we exchanged! Bo: I cased you out, right, now I'm back for the stuff, okay? Ata:
I am more than just an object to you, I am a dimensional person who feels pain and fear,
I am a woman, I have ***- Don't shoot me! Bo: Hey, downstairs I got a guy in a truck,
get it? He's a professional, okay? I'm s'posed to hop on down the fire escape and tell him,
come on up, the *** gots doctor pepper and pizza, come and help me load it out! Ata:
He...he did that...that is exactly...I can't believe you just said that...he...just...I
was at work and...oh, I'm Ata, Ata Windust, hi. Bo: Get away from me. Ata: Ah, sorry sorry
sorry, um...he was...I don't know...must ahve rented a truck or something, I was at work...BAM.
Cleans me out, the apartment, the furniature, the stuff... Bo: Who? Ata: Wib. Bo: Wib? Ata:
My, uh.....whatsit, whatsit, words...husband! My husband. My husband had the truck. Bo:
Your husband is Wib? Ata: Wib, yes, he's Wib. Well, was. Well, still is, but probably will
be was. My husband, that is. He'll still be Wib. Bo: He took everything but the matress?
Ata: Mainly-almost, yes, yes all of it, the paintings, the rugs, the corkscrew, STOP POINTING
THAT GUN AT ME! I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Bo: You got jewelry? Ata: This, this, my wedding
ring! Bo: I don't want your *** wedding ring I want your jewelry! Ata: Took it, it's
gone! Bo: Cash Ata: 80 dollars, my purse, there. Bo: Credit cards? Ata: He cancelled
them...I have my mothers Visa...but that might be expired... Bo: What's this thing? Ata:
It's a...battery operated pencil sharpener? Bo: I oughtta *** shoot you for wastin
my time! Ata: *screams* Brent, no! Bo: Oh ***! Both: *scuffle and curse* Ata: YES!
I have a gun I have a gun I have a gun I have a gun! Bo: Right, right, okay, watch it Ata:
You watch it, you watch it,, back, go on! I could kill you, I could kill you a million
times I could pull this trigger, I could gouge out your eyes, I could eat your flesh! Bo:
Watch the trigger! Ata: I am deeply, deeply emotionally angry! You came in here, violated
my space, turning me into an animal, yes yes, an animal that is what you have done to me.
I am a human being, not an animal, do you understand that!? Bo: The trigger, the trigger!
Ata: I have problems, do you her me? I have more problems than I should demographically
have, and you have pushed me, kicking, screaming over the edge, and I could cheerfully and
without second thought see you lying, bleeding on the floor, do you understand me?! Bo: I
get it okay? I got it. Look in my eyes here, alright? You're pissed off, that's good, you
should be pissed off. Take your finger off the trigger. Ata: I am flipped out, do you
see that? This is- This is a fragmentation, this is a suprarational state, this is a reality-declining-perpetual-veer,
and you can only pull me out of this by proving to me that you are a human being and you have
about three seconds! Bo: The trigger! Ata: One, two- Bo: Kids! I have kids! Ata: Their
names. Bo: Yolanda, Gitch, Sarah. Ata: Sarah? Bo: Sarah Claire. Ata: You have a girl named
Sarah? Bo: Yeah. Ata: I don't want you to have a Sarah! Don't tell me you have a Sarah!
I have a Sarah, I had to leave her at my mother's...oh my god, you have a Sarah...*sobbing* I hate
this...I have problems, I have an empathy problem you're making me cry...I'm in control
here, cause I have the gun, is that right? Bo: Yeah. Ata: Okay, this is not just something
happening to me, this is my movie, I'm in control. Bo: Absolutely. Ata: Tie yourself
up. Bo: Tie myself up? Ata: Fast! Bo: You are *** nuts lady!