Cecilia Page #3

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and hold you in my arms.

I had to tell you

I love you.

I don't love you.

I know.

A lady like you

could never fall in love

with a guy like me.

I've got to ask you, Kan.

Please don't try

to see me again.

Okay, I won't!

In any event --

my boat leaves

tomorrow morning.

That's the reason why

I followed you today ;

it was my last chance.

Would you be gone

a long time?

Who knows.

The best thing

is to forget you.

Yeah, try to forget.

When I'm anywhere near you,

I live through you --

I breathe through you --

I sleep through you --

It's more than I can bear.

Cecilia --

you know, I've been

all over the world --

but the sea

was the same --

It made me think --

of the waves

right on this beach --

playing

on your naked body --

That the wind,

which blew in my hair --

was going to tousle yours.

Go away!

Go away, you hear!

Okay, I'm going.

But I won't come back.

I don't want

to see you anymore.

Me neither,

my wonderful love.

Let's say goodbye here.

My husband

must be looking for me.

Alright.

I'll close my eyes

so I won't see you go.

My ship leaves

tomorrow at dawn.

I'll have the whistle

blown three times --

once for each time

we made love.

Maybe you'll hear it

from your room.

Cecilia!

You frightened me!

Well, so did you.

When your horse

came back alone,

I was so afraid something

had happened to you.

Something did happen.

I was swimming

when she --

bolted away

for some reason.

Bravo! Bravo!

Why are they applauding?

I didn't like her at all.

She bored me.

I'm better than that.

Show us then.

There's nothing to it.

I could do it better.

That little b*tch

turns you on, right?

Well, I thought

she was pretty good.

What did you call her

a b*tch for?

Because

that's what she is.

That makes three of us.

So am I.

And if that gets

a rise out of you,

wait till

I'm through with you!

Okay,

that's enough.

Easy does it.

I'm still thirsty.

I want another drink.

You think I'm drunk?

Well, I'm not.

I'm as sober

as a teetotaling judge.

And if you think

she put on a show,

wait till you see mine.

Come on!

Wait and see!

That's enough now!

She's pissed.

Please,

come back here.

Come and dance.

Come on now,

that's more than enough.

Come back here!

The b*tch!

F***ing A!

Come on!

That does it!

We're going home.

Comeon; get up!

Come on!

No!

No!

The party's over,

come on!

Stop!

How about that, eh?

The dancing girl!

What do you know?

Hang on!

I can tell

she's going to run.

She just might at that.

Well, let's catch her.

What good do you think

that will do you, huh?

How the hell can she run

so fast?

Come on, you guys!

No!

No!

Leave me alone!

No!

No!

No!

Stop it!

No!

No! You don't know

what you are in for!

So you finally

came around!

Any idea where he is?

No.

But I know

who he is with.

Her name is Ruth,

and she's American.

She's the daughter

of an oil magnate --

or, is it gas?

How could he

leave this way --

knowing the state I'm in?

When they found you

that day in the weeds,

in pretty bad shape --

raped --

he said,

''I hope she'll be okay.

In any event,

she probably got a big kick

out of the whole thing.''

When you came to,

and it looked like

you'd be alright --

he went away with Ruth,

whom he'd met

a few days before.

Where did they go?

They left for the Far East.

But I don't know

exactly where,

or, how long

they'll be gone.

He said

you'd understand --

He said

you had made a pact,

and that you

didn't stick to it.

So, he knows about Kan?

Of course.

Andre

is an intelligent man.

All he had to do

was bring Kan's coat

back to his brothers.

What can I do?

The question is:

do you still love Andre?

I do!

I swear I love him!

You know, this thing with

Kan was just plain crazy.

It was --

well, poetry --

And poems are usually

very short -- too short.

We're the ones who shorten

poetry to our measure.

Cecilia!

Poor woman!

With or without freedom,

we remain -- victims.

Always the victim --

of a man's world.

Yes.

And you know why?

It's because we're

slavesof love, that's why.

That's how it is.

We may try our best --

but, it'suseless.

Just try to relax.

Calm down!

And don't think

about him anymore.

Don't think about him!

He doesn't deserve you

any more than

the others do.

You're right.

I love you, darling.

Andre is here --

downstairs.

He told me everything.

He can't live without you.

All these girls --

and there haven't been

that many.

It was just

to make you jealous.

He doesn't want to keep on

living this absurd way.

You decide --

Either it's him,

or it'sher.

He'll wait downstairs

for a few minutes.

If you don't come --

he'll leave,

and never come back.

Is this for good?

It's for good.

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