Michelle is in a dingy motel room with her husband, Cullum. He is an
How old do you think that carpet is? (BEAT) Five years, ten years, twenty. (BEAT) Imagine all the crap that’s been ground into it over those years. (BEAT) Cigarette butts, chewing gum, dog shit, human sh#t, piss - your piss – cum, sweat, saliva, vomit, bits of dead skin, toe nails, hair, pubic hair, beer, sour milk, blood, menstrual blood, animal blood, disease. Something died in this room, on this carpet. It’s still here. (BEAT.) But the thing is none of that matters. The piss, the semen, the sh#t – the carpet that smells like death. It won’t stop you. Nothing will stop you.
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