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Morning, Sam.

Good.

Hey,

good doggy.

red shoes.

I loved your ad in the personals.

Well, maybe not loved, but certainly found it interesting.

Have you been betrayed? Have you betrayed another?

Betrayal is a heavy word, especially if you betray yourself.

Today's my birthday.

My birthday, and I worked all night.

Can't sleep.

What else is new?

Thirty years old, and I'm getting married on Sunday to a nice, safe guy.

Always so frightened.

Always. So scared.

What are you afraid of, red shoes?

Everybody's afraid of something.

Everybody's afraid of something.

Everybody's afraid of something.

I used to be so afraid I could see it fear

of being alone

fear of failure

fear of being stupid

fear of being ugly

fear of flying Falling.

Drowning.

Of sex.

Fear of my own body.

My own nakedness.

God, fear of everything.

But speed.

And I couldn't slow down.

And for the first time in my life, I felt free.

Who was he?

Where did he go?

Hi, Mom. It's me.

Call me in the car.

555 -0202.

Love you. If you really want to drive fast...

Drive down Lincoln, stop at Mission Road, and wait.

Oh, was he real or did I make him up?

Was he real or did I make him up?

high heels take them off you can't drive with high heels you can't feel the

pedal what you heard me take

them off now

Put your car into gear and drive north into the canyon.

Who are you?

Coming out of the first turn.

I want you to floor it.

What's the game?

Speed. Power.

Control.

If we're driving for money, you better have cash in your pocket.

Because I don't accept checks.

You think just because you have money, that entitles you to drive that machine?

Who gave it to you?

Your boyfriend?

Your daddy?

It belongs to me.

My money.

My car.

Back off!

You're pushing me!

Beyond your limit.

Does the word fuck you mean anything to you?

If you want control, take control.

up the whole high...

My mom.

What did she want?

I told her I was on my way.

On your way where?

To church.

Wedding rehearsal.

I'm getting married on Sunday.

Do you love him? I don't know.

Your mom, are you close to her?

Very.

Me too.

She gets worried about me, though. Driving as fast as I do.

How about your mom?

Does she worry about you?

She worries that I don't eat right, that I don't sleep enough, that I work too

hard.

She doesn't know I drive this fast.

Smart.

What they don't know won't hurt them, right?

Right.

If you really want them to not worry about what they don't know, turn left.

And this guy comes into my life.

He began pushing, pushing me.

Everywhere I turned, I could see him.

when I thought I had it under control, he began pushing me. Pushing me!

Fear. God, I could taste it.

Run it by me.

Easy.

Head straight for the Huey. About a hundred feet from it.

Pull up on the handbrake.

Steering wheel hard to the right.

Fear of failure.

Let the car do the rest.

Fear of being stupid.

You got it?

Emergency brake.

Hard right.

Fear of falling.

Drowning.

Flying.

Farther.

Pushing me and pushing me.

Drive harder.

Drive faster.

Always so afraid.

Emergency brake. All right.

Now. Always so timid.

I don't even know who the fuck you are.

That's not true.

We know everything about each other we'll ever need to know.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Feel the engine against your skin.

420 horses.

Can you feel them?

Can you feel them?

Yes.

Sometimes I wonder what brings people together.

Some people believe in past lives, reincarnation, destiny.

Do you believe in things like that?

No.

I bet if we sat down and talked...

We find out we have a lot more in common than just speed.

I mean, here we are, up all night.

I can't sleep.

You can't sleep.

You can't sleep, can you?

Answer me.

One.

Wet your fingers.

Slowly run them up the inside of your thigh.

Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Three.

Gently kiss the inside of your palm.

Five. I've got a heart on a mile long.

Promise me that you won't come after me! Say it! I promise you I won't come

after you!

So help me God!

Help me God!

Is he real?

or am I making him up?

Even when he was kissing me, when he was touching me? Was he real or did I make

him up?

Was

he

real or did I make him up?

Even when he came inside me, was he real or did I make him up?

Was it real or did I make it up?

So what do you think, Red Shoes?

Was he an aberration?

Was he a fantasy?

Or did I make him up?

What a question, huh, Stella?

I'd say that was a once -in -a -lifetime experience.

And what about the wedding?

Was that real?

Or did she make that up, too?