Sam: Quit playing with me. I wanna know what's going on. How do you know the future? I wanna help you, but I need some fuckin' answers! What happened to your parents? Look, there are things that you have to tell me. I mean, I mean if you were just gonna kill yourself, you'd have done it by now. So why haven't you? Why do you keep coming to me?
Henry: 'Cause you're the only one that can help me. That's why.
Sam: Henry? Henry? I've seen people go through what you're going through. I've helped them come out the other side. If you work with me, I can help you.
Henry: The way you helped your girl? It's Lila, right? I've seen the, uh, scars on her wrists. Did you save her?
Sam: She saved herself.
Henry: Yeah, but you helped, right?
Sam: No. Sometimes suicide is an attempt for attention. With Lila it wasn't. She put three four-inch vertical slits in each wrist. She split both sets of ulnar and radial arteries. By the time I got to her, she'd lost five pints of blood. I just pulled her out of the bathtube, put tourniquets on both arms and called an ambulance.
Henry: Aren't you afraid she's gonna do it again?
Sam: No.
Henry: Why?
Sam: 'Cause she loves me. If she were here, I know she'd say to open your eyes little wider. I know she'd tell you that there's too much beauty to quit.
Henry: She's probably right. Anyway... it's too late.
Sam: Henry? I can't let you leave this time. You gotta stay with me. I gotta take you uptown to meet this-
Henry: Get the fuck outta my way.
Sam: No, you gotta come with me to the-
Henry: Get outta my way all right? Move. Move.
Sam: I can't. I can't let you.
Henry: Let me show you something. I killed my parents. I killed my mother and my father. I'm gonna go to hell. Or maybe I'm already there. I don't know. I'm sorry, Sam. Don't follow me.
