I just love these kinds of lines.
Watching Nathaniel played by Jamie, even in order to get his beloved cello, he refused to enter the mental asylum-LAMP.
At night, Nathaniel invites Steve to sleep with him on the streets of the slum block where LAMP is located - the surroundings are chaotic, crowded, cold, and violent. The camera skips the wall of the LAMP courtyard, which reads: The wage of sins is death.
The feeling is indescribable, so I have to share the lines:
Nathaniel:
It's angelic. Our Father, who aren't in heaven, hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who traspass against us.
Steve (OS):
I know only part of listening. I know him playing the violin on a dairy crate in the morning sun, suspended somewhere between boy genius and lost traveler.
Every night my friend Nathaniel tucks his instruments away and lay his head among the predators and hustlers among fallen drinkers sqrawled in the street, as rats the size of meatloaves dart out of the drains to feed off the squalor.
Nathaniel:
...lead us not into temptation but deliveries from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power and glory, forever, forever and ever.
Steve (OS):
I tell him this is no place for him. He says he wants to be here. He said this is his choice. Should I take him at his word or should I try to force him inside, than leaving him here on the streets? Wouldn't a arm-twisting be more humane or in this lost colony of broken helpless souls?
Nathaniel :
I hope you sleep well, Mr. Lopez. I hope the whole world sleeps well.
I really like the line: "...in this lost colony of broken helpless souls".
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