— Street — Morning
It is 9:00 AM, and a grey sedan is parked behind a private bank. The car’s number plate is suspiciously spray-painted, with the digits concealed. Uncle Peter and his nephew Sam are inside the vehicle, engaged in a conversation.
Peter: Why do you think she cheated on you?
Sam: Because I don’t have any money.
Peter: She didn’t fuck money, did she?
Sam: No.
Peter: Then who did she fuck?
Sam: John.
Peter: Why did she fuck John?
Sam: John has more money than I do, and I’m just a broke-ass shit.
Peter: Did she fuck John or John’s money?
Sam: John.
Peter: Then why are you talking about John’s money?
Sam: You wouldn’t understand. She left me because of John’s money.
Peter: No, she didn’t. She didn’t leave you because of money. She left you because she doesn’t love you no more. It’s not John. It’s not John’s fucking money. It’s you and her.
Sam: Nah, I know. She left me because of money.
Peter: How long were you together?
Sam: Three and a half years.
Peter: Did she cheat on you during these three and a half years?
Sam: No.
Peter: Then how are you claiming she left you because of money? Then she should stayed because of money. Isn’t it? As far as I know, you never had much money until now.
Sam’s head is bowed down as he finally accepts the reality.
Peter: Stop chasing something you don’t own. Don’t worry about money much.
Sam: Are you saying money isn’t important?
Peter: Money is important.
Sam: Then?
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