Delicate Crime Page #3

Now you'll see who only works

from the neck up.

Money isn't everything.

- Sex?

- Nothing as well.

What really matters is that

I enjoyed it. It was great.

- Did you meet him again?

- No, but that doesn't matter.

- What mattered was the moment.

- Are you in love with him?

It's not love.

I'm in love with an idea that...

maybe it could be him.

Wake up! Move on.

Those are customers!

What about you?

Tell me about you.

What did you get

in the streets today?

Gee, this amazing guy.

He asked me to f*** him.

It was wonderful, really great.

I just don't get it

how a man asks you to...

you know, to f*** him.

But it was great!

He paid a lot of money.

- Was it worth it for the money?

- Yeah!

I'm not satisfied with money only.

I want more than that.

- I'd trade the money for a man.

- I want more than money too.

- I want jewelry, I want...

- No.

- That just won't happen.

- Yes, it will.

Maybe in the movies...

not in real life.

I want to find a man who will get

me out of this life, that's all.

You won't find it.

Maybe not.

But I won't give up trying.

You think he's the one?

I don't know.

- He loves me.

- Very much.

Does he love you?

I'm not talking about him.

No, but what about

some other guy...

Does anyone love you?

Do you love yourself?

I'm not as pretty as

you to work the streets.

- You know that.

- Life grows on you, baby.

You gotta change, be violent,

you gotta kill, gotta have men.

This is not just our tiny little world.

How much are you gonna make?

- Five bucks for a blowj*b?

- I've made up my mind.

I'll leave this life for real.

By myself, or with a man

who'll get me out of there.

That's what inspires me.

You're not leaving...

You're stuck!

Who's gonna pay the check?

'Cause I have no money.

- How come?

- I have to...

If I pay the check

I won't have lunch today.

What is life?

It's a shadow passing by.

Shakespeare!

Exactly!

You're talking about Shakespeare.

I'm not talking about Shakespeare.

I'm talking about myself.

I've had...

great passions in life.

Wonderful women.

And I tell you:

Sexually wonderful.

I mean it.

- It's funny.

- Sexually wonderful!

I don't have children.

Do I like that?

No.

I don't like that.

I wish I had them.

You wanna talk and just can't!

- We met today...

- Yeah.

And it's not easy for me

to talk about it.

If you want some ready phrases...

- I've got tons of them.

- One.

- Do you want one...

- One!

...which defines my life?

One.

I don't need a phrase.

I need a word.

Mistakes.

- Is it good?

- Great!

- It's good for you...

- Very good.

One who won't react... crawls.

- Humanity...

- What are you doing?

- Humanity lives out of misery.

- Fine.

And don't you stare at this guy,

because I hate you.

- Him?

- Yes, him. You...

I hadn't even seen the guy,

you son of a b*tch!

You want to sit with me?

- No, please, I insist.

- Leave him alone!

- No. You...

- Leave the guy alone!

You come over here!

You're a thief.

- I'm gonna take a piss. F*** off!

- No, wait. Wait up!

What do I do?

Tell me, what do I do?

Tell me what to do, man!

Slow down, will ya?

- What are you talking about?

- Slow down!

Don't sell yourself cheap.

You're not like that.

When I saw you,

when I seduced you...

I loved you and you loved me.

- And you were not...

- But I love you, you bastard!

- You're asking this a**hole...

- Shut up!

- Leave me alone!

- Let's go! Now!

Get that f***ing purse and

let's go, dammit!

- Get it for me.

- No, you get it!

- No.

- Then I get it...

My cigarettes. My cigarettes!

This sh*t isn't good for nothing!

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Now, you f***,

here's what:
I love...

and you love nothing.

Who are you?

Really?

Is it true?

Look at him and kiss me.

And tell him it was

just a jealousy scene.

Antonio?

Are you with someone?

- No.

- Can I come in?

Yes.

You must be asking yourself

what I'm doing here at this time.

I'm not sure if we're that close,

neither what you think about me.

I'm a man who has always lived

life in the third person.

Until recently...

Not really long ago...

before seeing you,

hearing your words...

I was someone who lived life

in a simple manner.

I looked to the world as

someone who was immunized.

And now...

the more I try to dodge

the image of your face...

of your mouth...

the deeper it enters my soul.

So?

What?

What do you say?

I think you'd

better go home and rest.

- We can talk tomorrow.

- What do you mean "tomorrow"?

Tomorrow is the end!

Just a while ago, I saw life rising

again right in front of me.

I saw the pain of the world

spitting in my face...

and yet, as an impassive ignorant,

someone unprepared...

I had only eyes for you.

I rebuilt my life in a second,

and all the time...

it was your image that

appeared in front of me.

And now I know...

I would be capable of anything...

of making yours my will.

Why are you saying all this?

Ins, I'm yours!

I never belonged

to anyone like this before.

I need some water.

- Do you own this apartment?

- No, it's rented.

- By whom?

- Why do you want to know?

Because I do.

I need to know.

I see.

And that hat, is it yours?

He put it there.

So he just puts things around?

No, he does not put his things around.

This place belongs to him.

This is Jose's atelier.

- And you're just his model?

- Yes.

And why are you living here?

- What are you trying to suggest?

- Me? Nothing.

I just want you to look at my

face, into my eyes...

and tell me that you have nothing

to do with this painter.

You look at me!

My life's already too complicated.

Who do you think you are...

to come to my place at this hour

and speculate about my life?

You don't even

know me that well.

- Go away! We'll talk tomorrow.

- No way! You don't want me to go.

You want to hear what

I have to say about you.

Better yet, about that

painting and this painter...

and just as you wanted it,

uncompliant, right?

- I don't want to hear anymore!

- But you will, Ins.

You will listen.

Ins...

you're not just a model.

You're a character.

A character, got it?

This here...

This is not an atelier.

This is a scenario,

a pseudo-conceptual one...

and you are incarcerated here.

Subordinated to the eccentricity

of a mediocre artist.

Ins, you're being fooled.

This has nothing to do with art.

It's just perversion.

He's a fetishist.

You're his porno actress.

What?

You two-bit shitty critic!

You leech!

Are you trying to destroy my life?

You son of a b*tch!

- You're frustrated!

- Sorry, Ins.

Get out!

Get out of here, Antonio!

Stop, don't do that!

No! No!

No, Antonio.

Go away.

Go away, Antonio.

I am...

a prisoner.

"A word from you...

and I will free myself.

Just one word...

and I will be yours.

Besides the pleasure...

which overwhelmed

me that moment...

there's a detail...

you didn't notice.

I tasted your blood, Ins...

which drained from

a wound on your ear.

To say that the flavor...

was sweet...

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