DEMENTED WOMAN
                         You did it for your Daddy.

               Alex just sits in stunned silence.

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN (CONT'D)
                         See, you need to talk.

                                   ALEX
                         Let's say I do.  Can you keep a
                         secret?

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         I tell everything to my
                         cigarettes.  I'll smoke em fast.

                                   ALEX
                         I can't tell you some things.
                         Even if I wanted to.

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         You used to dream.  A lot.  I
                         know about the bombing.  How your
                         Daddy made you do it for the
                         cause.  I knew before the dream
                         though.

                                   ALEX
                         You talk to cigarettes.

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         It's in your voice, the slight
                         Irish accent.  It's in your eyes
                         too.  They never lie. I see the
                         same look in my mirror.
                         Sometimes you have to kill, even
                         when you don't want to.

                                   ALEX
                         You can't ever say that again.
                         They will find me and kill me.

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         I know, that's why I smoked the
                         pack that was in the room when
                         you had the dream.

                                   ALEX
                         Thanks.

           Alex moves closer and lights Demented's cigarette.

                                   ALEX (CONT'D)
                         I don't understand why you wanted
                         to talk about this.

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         You had to trust me.

                                   ALEX
                         So.....

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         So, you have to tell him.

                                   ALEX
                         Tell him?

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         The bitch's husband.  You have to
                         tell him you're in love with him. 

                                   ALEX
                         Jesus.

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         Ok, tell yourself first.  Then
                         tell him.  He needs to know.  He
                         smokes too.

                                   ALEX
                         That's just crazy.

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         Love is, isn't it?

               The woman stands, takes out a cigarette from a fresh pack.

                                   ALEX
                         Need a light?

               The Demented woman counts the cigarettes.

                                   DEMENTED WOMAN
                         Eighteen to go before tonight.

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