How could the man I loved,
whose children I wanted to have
and breast-feed, be a heroin dealer?
It wasn't heroin, it was angel dust, PCP...
Listen Penelope,
I swear to you, on my honour,
with almighty God as my witness,
I am not an angel dust dealer.
Oh, Louis.
I've been looking
everywhere for you, baby.
Louis, I'm hurting. I just need a shot.
Would you please...