:30:00
I used to bury myself
in the dirt of the ruins to be safe.
:30:03
I would lie there, safe in the dirt,
:30:07
and wiggle my toes
and listen to the noise
:30:11
and dream of someday
being a fine lady, in fine shoes.
:30:19
I hate shoes, Mr Dawes.
:30:22
I wear them to dance and to show
myself, but I feel afraid in shoes.
:30:28
And I feel safe with my feet in the dirt.
:30:33
My words in English are so simple. And
yet what I want to say is not simple at all.
:30:38
Even in my own language, my brain
and my words could not say it, I'm afraid.
:30:43
There's more to talking than just words.
:30:45
And you have one more sense
than other people.
:30:48
For instance, you understood
about my cousin right away.
:30:57
And when I was older,
:31:02
and the bombs still came,
:31:06
just to bury myself in the dirt
was not enough to be safe.
:31:10
I needed someone to be with me.
:31:13
Someone to love, to love me,
to make me safe.
:31:17
I needed it. I still need it when I'm afraid.
:31:22
Like a baby who needs
a light on in the dark,
:31:26
I need to be loved when
I'm hiding in the dirt, and afraid.
:31:32
But the bombs are gone.
:31:35
You surprise me, Mr Dawes.
:31:38
Is fear gone?
:31:41
- What are you afraid of?
- The same as everybody else.
:31:45
The same as you.
:31:48
Of being exposed and unprotected.
:31:53
Like Mr Kirk Edwards without his money.
:31:55
Like you, as you used to be
without your drink,
:31:58
or now without your
script girl, who loves you.