# 665

 

Imagem do filme "Closer"

 

- I love you.

- Thank you.

- What’s this room called?

- The Paradise Suite.

- How many Paradise Suites are there?

- Eight.

- Do I have to pay you to talk to me?

- No. But if you want to tip me, you’re welcome.

- …

- Thank you.

- I used to come here a million years ago. It was a punk club. The stage was… Everything is a version of something else. Twenty years ago. How old were you?

- Four.

- Christ. When I was in flares, you were in nappies.

- My nappies were flared.

- You have the face of an angel.

- Thank you.

- What does your cunt taste like?

- Heaven.

- How long have you been doing this?

- Three months.

- Straight after he left you?

- No one left me.

- Nice wig.

- Thank you.

- Does all this turn you on?

- Sometimes.

- Liar. You’re telling me that ‘cause you think it’s what I want to hear. You think I’m turned on by it turning you on.

- The thought of me creaming myself when I strip for strangers doesn’t turn you on?

- Put like that, yes. Are you flirting with me?

- Maybe.

- Are you allowed to flirt with me?

- Sure.

- Really?

- No, I’m not. I’m breaking all the rules.

- You’re mocking me.

- Yes, I’m allowed to flirt.

- To prize my money from me.

- To prize your money from you, I may do or say as I please.

- Except touch.

- We’re not allowed to touch.

- Open your legs.

- …

- Wider.

- …

- Show me.

- …

- So, what would happen if I touched you now?

- I’d call security.

- What would they do?

- They would ask you to leave and not to come back.

- And if I refused to leave?

- They would remove you. Those are security cameras in the ceiling.

- I think it’s best I don’t attempt to touch you. I’d like to touch you. Later.

- I’m not a whore.

- I wouldn’t pay.

- …

- Why the fuck did he leave you?

- What’s your job?

- A question. You asked me a question.

- So?

- It’s a chink in your armor.

- I’m ot wearing armor.

- Yes, you are. Why are you calling yourself Jane?

- Because it’s my name.

- We both know it isn’t.

- …

- You’re all protecting your identities. There’s a girl out there who calls herself Venus. What’s her real name?

- Pluto.

- You’re cheeky.

- Would you like me to stop being cheeky?

- No.

- What’s your name?

- Daniel.

- Daniel the dermatologist.

- I never told you my job.

- I guessed.

- You’re strong. There’s another one out there. Judging by the scars, a patient of Dr. Tit. Call herself Cupid. Who’s gonna tell her he was a bloke?

- He wasn’t a bloke. He was a little boy.

- I want you to tell me your name.

- …

- Please.

(part 1, to be continued)

 

Larry and Alice, in “Closer”, 2004