Daisy Diamond Page #3

all the time.

Cheers.

You've chosen a tough racket

but I think you're going to make it.

- You do?

- I wouldn't say it otherwise.

You've got presence

and an interesting face.

You've got self-discipline. You have

to be passionate about your work.

If it's just a fad,

you might as well forget it.

I've always wanted to be an actress.

Like when you were a kid

and dressed up. A way of escape.

Want to make me happy?

I know It's a lot to ask

but I need your help.

It's no big deal.

I just want you to talk to me.

Not about anything in particular.

Anything you like.

What we're having for dinner, or

if the sea's cold after the storm.

- Can I ask you something?

- Yes.

How would you like to go back

to my place and have sex?

Think of it as a casting.

It'll make it easier for me

to recommend you to other directors.

I always thought great artists

sympathized with others.

I thought their art sprung

from a need to help others.

How stupid of me.

Talk to me, Daisy.

Please.

I haven't abandoned you. I just hid

you so they can't do anything to you.

Someday you'll come for me

and I'll be as pure as you.

Think I can't be?

Think I can't be as pure as you?

- Mommy.

- Yes.

I was something special.

Did you ever think about that?

There's never been anyone like me

and there never will be.

Don't you love me anymore?

- But you have to.

- Because you're my mother?

- Yes, of course.

- What if I don't?

- Then you're not a good daughter.

- You're not a good mother.

I never said I was.

A mother should make a child

who loves her, or she's a bad mother.

What if you don't deserve my love?

- If you aren't nice enough?

- Then you shouldn't have made me.

I didn't mean to.

Why didn't you just get an abortion

and kill me right from the start?

I didn't have the guts.

I'm sorry.

Rapunzel was afraid of the prince.

She'd never seen a man before.

But he was so nice and polite

that she soon forgot her fear.

Now that the prince saw Rapunzel, -

- she looked even lovelier

than he had thought.

"He's wonderful," thought Rapunzel.

"I think I'm in love."

That accentjust won't do.

Thomas said you spoke fluent Danish.

Rapunzel is Danish and doesn't talk

Swedish. We'll have to replace you.

How about dinner sometime?

You're incredibly beautiful.

Let me give you my phone number.

I love being a director.

Know what I love even more?

That special chemistry between

two people who've only just met -

- and who don't have a flying f***

in common.

Are you married?

Is that something you need to know

before the rest of the night unfolds?

Think you have to take off your

panties in order to play Rapunzel?

No...

If I choose to f*** you tonight,

it doesn't affect my marriage.

You're gone tomorrow. If you're

a good lay and I remember you, -

- you get to play Rapunzel next time.

Does that answer your question?

I sense you're a real actress.

Free of any real pain.

Nothing really hurts you.

If it hurts, you use it in a scene.

I envy you that.

Your superficiality. Everything rolls

off on you, know what I mean?

Know what?

I love actresses.

Particularly when they get too old.

Like you'll be someday.

That... pain.

Not because it's a meaningless,

war-ridden, violent, evil world, -

- no, you're in pain because

no one wants to look at you anymore.

You have too many wrinkles.

Your charm's lost its charm.

Your ass is saggy,

your b*obs are droopy.

That's when it comes creeping in...

the pain.

But it's a gift for you, because

it'll make a real actress out of you.

Just a shame it's too late.

That pain is the only thing

that will ever be real to you.

To hell with the world.

The tragedy of the world is

that no one sees you.

Suddenly there's nothing left of you

and what you thought was your life.

Nothing but the empty shell

craving attention.

That desperate folly,

for some reason I respect that.

You don't feel hurt, do you?

- Why do you think I'm here?

- What do you mean?

If I didn't think

I could f*** my way to a part, -

- I wouldn't waste an entire evening

on a jerk like you, would I?

Don't be miffed.

Give me a smile.

I don't want to.

That's more like it.

I just wrote a script

with a female lead.

It's Joan of Arc as an animated film.

About a woman

who really believes in something.

Who's got conviction,

principles, ideals.

All the stuff you actors

don't know crap about.

Would you like to go

back to my place and read it?

Hi. I've seen you in the back yard.

Itjust struck me

you always carry your kid around.

Can't you afford a baby buggy?

I don't use mine anymore,

so I thought you could use it.

- No thanks.

- I'll sell it to you cheap. 500.

- No thanks.

- It's bad for your back.

Let me just go and get it

so you can see it, okay?

- How can I help you?

- I'd like a part in your films.

You think I can't?

Think I'm not talented enough?

We've got fixed rates.

Girl-girl, 1,500. Girl-boy, 2,000.

Gangbang, 2,500.

Alex and I borrowed

his friends' house by the sea.

One day he went to town to get

some speed, and I went to the beach.

It was a nice, hot day.

There was another girl at the beach.

We lay there side by side

completely naked in the sun.

Suddenly I noticed two people

on the rocks opposite to us.

"Two guys are watching us,"

I told the girl.

"Let them," she said.

I could see they were quite young.

The bravest one went over

and crouched down next to Katarina.

He pretended to have a problem with

his foot and fiddled with his toes.

I felt a strange sensation.

Suddenly I heard Katarina say:

"Aren't you turned on?"

She took his hand

and helped him undress.

Suddenly he was on top of her.

She helped him inside

and held his bum.

The other guy sat on the rocks

watching.

I heard Katarina whisper something

in his ear and laugh.

His face was right in front of me

all red and puffy.

I turned to him:

"Don't you want to be with me too?"

Katarina said:

"Be with her now."

So he pulled out of her

and threw himself at me.

Han grabbed my breast

and squeezed it until it hurt.

But somehow I was ready

and came almost right away.

I was just about to say: "Don't

get me pregnant." Then he came.

I felt

like I'd never felt it before -

- how his sperm gushed into me.

He bent over backwards

and came over and over again.

Katarina lay watching him

and held him from behind.

When he was finished, she took

his hand and made herself come.

When she came, she let out a loud

scream, and we all started laughing.

Sorry, I'm babbling. Do you mind?

You're great to talk to.

It so warm and nice.

You're the first person

who's ever listened to me.

We went for a swim and parted.

When I came home from the beach,

Alex was waiting.

He wanted money

but I wouldn't give him any.

He was furious and raped me

until I gave it to him.

He f***ed you against your will

with his big, fat cock.

You're making me horny.

Did you know that?

I'll show you.

Thanks. Now for the close-ups.

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