Closer Page #6

-You're addicted to it.

-No, I'm not.

It paid for this.

Tell me what happened.

-Nothing happened.

-But he came to the club.

Lots of men come to the club.

You came to the club.

-The look on your face.

-The look on your face.

What a face. What a wig.

I saw this face...

this vision...

when you stepped into the road.

It was the moment of my life.

-This is the moment of your life.

-You were perfect.

I still am.

On the way to the hospital...

I kissed your forehead.

You brute.

The cabbie saw me kissing you.

He said, ""Is she yours?""

I said, ""Yes, she"s mine. ""

She's mine.

So he came to the club, watched you strip,

you had a little chat, and that was it?

Yes.

You're not trusting me.

I'm in love with you. You're safe.

You had every right. I just want to know.

-Why?

-Because I want to know everything.

Because I'm a lunatic.

Tell me.

Nothing happened.

-You were living with someone else.

-What are you justifying?

I'm not justifying anything. Just saying.

-What are you saying?

-I'm not saying anything.

I just want the truth.

-Where are you going?

-Cigarettes.

Everywhere's closed.

I'll go to the terminal.

When I get back...

please tell me the truth.

-Why?

-Because I'm addicted to it.

Because without it we're animals.

Trust me.

I don't love you anymore.

Since when?

Now.

Just now.

I don't want to lie...

and I can't tell the truth...

so it's over.

It doesn't matter.

-I love you. None of it matters.

-Too late.

I don't love you anymore.

Goodbye.

Here's the truth...

so now you can hate me.

Larry f***ed me all night.

I enjoyed it.

I came.

I prefer you.

Now go.

I knew that.

He told me.

-You knew?

-I needed to hear it from you.

-Why?

-Because he might have been lying.

I had to hear it from you.

I would never have told you,

because I know you'd never forgive me.

I would. I have.

-Why did he tell you?

-Because he's a bastard.

-How could he?

-Because he wanted this to happen.

-But why test me?

-Because I'm an idiot.

Yes.

I would have loved you...

forever.

-Now please go.

-Don't do this. Talk to me.

I am talking. F*** off.

No, I'm sorry. You misunderstand.

I didn't mean to - -

Yes, you did.

-I love you.

-Where?

-What?

-Show me.

Where is this love?

I can't see it. I can't touch it. I can't feel it.

I can hear it. I can hear some words...

but I can't do anything

with your easy words.

Whatever you say, it's too late.

-Please don't do this.

-It's done.

Now please go, or I'll call security.

You're not in a strip club.

There is no security.

-Why did you f*** him?

-I wanted to.

-Why?

-I desired him.

-Why?

-You weren't there.

-Why him?

-He asked me nicely.

-You're a liar.

-So?

-Who are you?

-I'm no one.

Go on, hit me. That's what you want.

Hit me, f***er.

-Welcome back, Miss Jones.

-Thank you.

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