Kevin Garvey: You want me to kill you.
Patti Levin: Oh Kevin, you can't kill me, you don't have the fuckin' balls. I want you to commit. I want you to finish what you started. I want you to go all the way. I want you to say you understand.
Kevin Garvey: Understand what?
Patti Levin: What happened! What's happening. To me. To you. Oh vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire, the Horses of Disaster plunge through the heavy clay: Beloved, let your eyes half close and your heart beat over my heart, and you hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest, And hiding their tossing manes, and tumultuous feet. Kevin? Kevin. Kevin Garvey. You don't have to hide from me.
Kevin Garvey: [stares a moment. looks over at a toolbox. gets up and retrieves a gutting knife from it, and stalks back over to stand in front of Patti bound to a chair] You're going home.
[kneels and starts cutting her loose]
Kevin Garvey: You're not gonna' tell anyone what I did to you. Because I'll fuckin' tell them. Lose my fuckin' job, so fuckin' be it. But I am not gonna' lose my mind listening to the words coming out of your fucking mouth. No, Patti. No. I don't understand you.
Patti Levin: [picks up a piece of broken glass as Kevin walks toward the door to leave] Kevin!
[he turns to face her]
Patti Levin: You do understand.
[Patti stabs herself in the neck, blood pouring down her body as she collapses]
Kevin Garvey: Oh Jesus! Oh God!
[rushes to Patti and lowers her to the floor, removing the shard from her neck]
Kevin Garvey: What the fuck did you do? What the fuck did you do?
Patti Levin: [last words] You understand...
