"The first time I saw you, I knew you were the one. I thought these things would only happen in the movies. In our movie, you know? Pounding heart, the sweaty hands and the shaky legs in all the dirt and the fake blood we were in. Remember, Leigh? I saw you coming out of the movie set and it started pouring heavy rain. So there you've been. Soaking wet, teeth chattering, freezing cold. Beautiful... And I came up to you. You looked me straight in the eyes and I said "Need an umbrella, Adam?" You've smiled. I've brought you flowers for 18 days then and said I'd love you forever. 2 months later after the success of Saw we wished to get married. God it sounds so stupid. It's such a trashy romance… But real life never ends with being what you think it's going to be. You think it's going to be one big happy fairy tale. And then one day you wake up in an average little house leading an average little actor life, and your real dreams are about paying the bills and maybe some day getting a bigger movie role. As you realize that maybe that wasn't the life you were dreaming of... You realize maybe things could have been different, and maybe I actually could have lived with all that, but then one day it all just slips. It starts with something small, a different smell of perfume on your clothes and skin, a few nights when you come home a bit late... At first I tell myself that I'm crazy, that you would never do such a thing… Wouldn't you, sweetheart?" But just to ease my mind one night I follow you as you leave the set, I follow you to the seedy hotel where you meet this bastard. Him. And then my whole world falls apart. I come home, and I cry for hours in our bedroom. Our special place, where we loved each other… Where I'm protecting you from all your fears every night… Then I get the gun from the draw, and I tell myself that if this is all that life has to offer me, then I can do without..." Places gun on the sleeve. "But then I change my mind…" Takes gun away. "After all I'm not the one who's cheating… So, quietly, I wait for you to come home. Sitting in our average little bedroom. Obviously when you get home you don't suspect a thing, so I press the fucking gun against your forehead, and I take a few seconds to watch the fear grow in your beautiful jade green eyes. You tell yourself 'He won't do it, he doesn't have the guts! He's just trying to teach me a lesson.' But you are so wrong, honey. I sentence you to death for turning my life into a soap opera cliché. Turning your life into your own movie. For stepping on my dreams, for not giving a shit about me the last months, and for lying to me, and betraying me and humiliating me. I'm making an example out of you for all the assholes out there who think they can just keep fucking us over and over. Taking you away from me!" Pointing gun. "Good bye, my love." Shotgun.