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Hello, stranger.
How does she feel about you stealing her life?
Borrowing her life. I'm dedicating the book to her. She's pleased. Do you exhibit?
Sometimes. I have a thing next year. Portraits?
-Of who?
-Strangers.
How do your strangers feel about you stealing their lives?
Borrowing.
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-Am I a stranger?
-No. You're a job. And you're a sloucher. Sit up. You didn't find it obscene?
-What?
-The book. I thought it was accurate.
About what?
About sex.
About love.
In what way?
-You wrote it.
-Do these people pay you? Or do you pay them? Like it? No. What were you so sad about?
-Life.
-What's that, then? So what do you reckon, in general? You want to talk about art? I know it's vulgar to discuss The Work at an opening of The Work... but someone's got to do it. I'm serious. What do you think? It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully... and all the glittering assholes who appreciate art... say it's beautiful because that's what they want to see. But the people in the photos are sad... and alone. But the pictures make the world seem beautiful... so the exhibition's reassuring, which makes it a lie.
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And everyone loves a big, fat lie.
-I'm the big, fat liar's boyfriend.
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On the Net. You sent him to the aquarium. I happened to be there. Nice work, Cupid.
-Did you tell him we call him Cupid?
-No, that's our joke.
-I had a chat with young Alice.
-Fancy her?
-Of course.
-Not as much as you.
-Why not? You're a woman. She's a girl. She has the moronic beauty of youth, but she's sly.
-She seems open to me.
-That's how she wants to seem. You forget you're dealing with a clinical observer of the human carnival.
-Am l, now?
-Yes. You seem more like the cat that got the cream. Stop licking yourself. That's the nastiest thing you've ever said to me. That's horrible.
-I'm sorry.
-lrrelevant. What are you sorry for?
-Everything.
-Why didn't you tell me before?
-Cowardice. Is it because she's successful?
-No, it's because she doesn't need me.
-Did you bring her here?
-Yes.
-Didn't she get married?
-She stopped seeing me. Is that when we went to the country? To celebrate our third anniversary? Did you phone her? Beg her to come back?
-When you went for your long, lonely walks?
-Yes. You're a piece of shit. Deception is brutal. I'm not pretending otherwise. How? How does it work? How do you do this to someone? Not good enough.
-I fell in love with her, Alice.
-As if you had no choice? There's a moment. There's always a moment. "l can do this, I can give in to this, or I can resist it." And I don't know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one. I'm going.
-It's not safe out there.
-And it's safe in here?
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-What about your things?
-I don't need things.
-Where will you go?
(Disappear.)
-Can I still see you? Dan, can I still see you? Answer me. I can't see you. If I see you, I'll never leave you.
-What will you do if I find someone else?
-Be jealous.
-You still fancy me?
-Of course.
-You're lying. I've been you. Will you hold me?
-I amuse you, but I bore you.
-No. You did love me?
-I'll always love you. I hate hurting you.
-Then why are you?
-'Cause I'm selfish. And I think I'll be happier with her.
-You won't. You'll miss me. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?
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-I'm the one who leaves. I'm supposed to leave you.
-Make some tea, buster.
-Why are you dressed?
-Because I think you might be about to leave me... and I didn't want to be wearing a dressing gown. I slept with someone in New York. A whore. I'm sorry.
-Why did you tell me?
-I couldn't lie to you.
-Why not?
-Because I love you.
-It's fine.
-Really? Why? Something's wrong. Tell me. Are you leaving me? Because of this? Why?
-Dan.
-Cupid? He's our joke.
-I love him.
-You're seeing him now? Since when?
-Since my opening last year.
-I'm disgusting. You're phenomenal. You're so clever. Why did you marry me?
-I stopped seeing him. I wanted us to work.
-Why did you tell me you wanted children?
-Because I did.
-And now you want children with him?
-Yes.
-I don't know. But we're happy... aren't we?
-You're gonna go live with him?
-You stay here if you want. I don't give a fuck about the spoils.
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-You did this to me the day we met. You let me hang myself for your amusement. Why didn't you just tell me when I walked in the door?
-I was scared.
-You're a coward, you spoilt bitch. Are you dressed because you thought I might hit you? What do you think I am?
-I've been hit before.
-Not by me. Is he a good fuck? Don't do this. Just answer the question. Is he good?
-Yes.
-Better than me?
-Different.
-Better?
-Gentler.
-What does that mean?
-You know what it means.
-Tell me.
-No.
-I treat you like a whore?
-Sometimes.
-Why would that be?
-I'm sorry, you're - -
-Don't say it. Don't you fucking say: "You're too good for me." I am, but don't say it. You're making the mistake of your life. You're leaving me because you believe that you don't deserve happiness... but you do, Anna. Did you have a bath because you had sex with him? So you wouldn't smell of him? So you'd feel less guilty? How do you feel?
-Guilty.
-Did you ever love me?
-Yes.
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-Did you do it here?
-No.
-Why not?
-Do you wish we did? Just tell me the truth.
-Yes, we did it here.
-Where?
-There.
-On this?
-We had our first fuck on this.
-Did you think of me? When? When did you do it here? Answer the question!
-This evening.
-Did you come?
-Why are you doing this?
-'Cause I want to know.
-Yes, I came.
-How many times?
-Twice.
-How?
-First he went down on me, then we fucked.
-Who was where?
-I was on top, then he fucked me from behind.
-That's when you came the second time?
-God. -Why is the sex so important?
-Because I'm a fucking caveman! Did you touch yourself while he fucked you?
-You wank for him?
-Sometimes.
-And he does?
-We do everything...
-that people who have sex do.
-You enjoy sucking him off?
-You like his cock?
-I love it.
-Like him coming in your face?
-Yes!
-What does it taste like?
-Like you, but sweeter.
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That's the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die... you fucked -up slag.
-"Thank you." Is that some kind of rule? -Just being polite. Do you get a lot of grown men crying their guts out here? Occupational hazard. Have you ever desired a customer? Yes. Then put me out of my misery. Do you desire me? Because I'm being pretty honest about my feelings for you. -Your feelings? -Whatever. No, I don't desire you. Thank you. Thank you sincerely for your honesty. You think you haven't give us anything of yourselves?
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Do you think because you don't love us or desire us... or even like us, you think you've won? It's not a war. If I asked you to strip right now, would you? -Of course. Do you want me to? -No. Alice, tell me something true. Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off... but it's better if you do. You're cold. You're all cold at heart. What do you have to do to get a bit of intimacy around here? Maybe next time I'll have worked on my intimacy.
-Poor bastard. Was he difficult? Are you angry that I saw him? No. It's just... I haven't seen Alice. You can't see Alice. You don't know where she is. I haven't tried to find her. You know why I saw him. He's been begging me for months. I saw him so he'd sign. -So has he signed? -Yes. Congratulations. You're a divorce. Double divorce. Sorry. How do you feel? Tired.
...
-Don't stop loving me. I can see it draining out of you. It's me, remember? It was a stupid thing to do, and it meant nothing. If you love me enough, you'll forgive me. -Are you testing me? -No. -I do understand. -No. He understands. All I can see is him all over you. He's clever, your ex -husband. I almost admire him. You going to tell him? I don't know. Better to be truthful about this kind of thing. Sign. I forgive you. Sign. I think you enjoyed it. He wheedles you into bed. The old jokes... the strange familiarity. I think you had a whale of a time. And the truth is I'll never know unless I ask him. Why don't you? Yes? You can go in now. -I want Anna back.
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-She's made her choice. I owe you an apology. I fell in love with her. My intention was not to make you suffer. So where's the apology? You cunt. I apologize. If you love her, you'll let her go... so she can be happy. -She doesn't want to be happy. -Everybody wants to be happy. Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy, they couldn't be depressed. They'd have to go out into the world and live, which can be depressing. -Anna's not a depressive. -lsn't she? -I love her. -Boo -hoo. So do l. She's gone back to you because she can't bear your suffering. You don't know who she is. -You love her like a dog loves its owner. -And the owner loves the dog for so doing. You'll hurt her. You'll never forgive her. Of course I forgive her. I have forgiven her. Without forgiveness we're savages. You're drowning. -You only met her because of me. -Yeah. Thanks. It's a joke. Your marriage is a joke. Here's a good one. She never sent the divorce papers to her lawyer. Now, to a towering romantic hero like you, I don't doubt I am somewhat common. But I am, nevertheless, what she has chosen... and we must respect what the woman wants. If you go near her again, I swear... I will kill you. Okay. I have patients to see. When she came here, do you think she enjoyed it? I didn't do it to give her a nice time.
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I fucked her to fuck you up. A good fight is never clean. And of course she enjoyed it. As you know, she loves a guilty fuck. -You're an animal. -Yeah? What are you? You think love is simple. You think the heart is like a diagram. Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist wrapped in blood! Go fuck yourself. You writer! You liar! You go check a few facts while I get my hands dirty. She hates your hands. She hates your simplicity. I spent the whole of last week talking about you. I know all your ways. Anna says you fucked her with your eyes closed. She tells me you wake in the night crying for your mother, you mommy's boy. I could go on. Shall we stop this? It's over. Accept it. You don't know the first thing about love... because you don't understand compromise. -Don't cry on me. -I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. You want my advice? You go back to Alice. She'd never have me. -She's vanished. -No, she hasn't. I found her, by accident. She's working in a club. Yes, I saw her naked. No, I did not fuck her. You spoke to her? Yes, I know. One minute. How is she? She loves you... beyond comprehension. Your prescription.
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It's where she works. Go to her. Thank you. You still pissing about on the Net? Not recently. -I wanted to kill you. -I thought you wanted to fuck me. Don't get lippy. I liked your book, by the way. Thanks. You stand alone. With Anna. -You still writing obituaries? Busy? -I was made editor. -Yeah? How come? -Previous editor died. Alcohol poisoning. I sat with him for a week in the hospital. I really do have patients to see. -Thank you. -For what? -Being kind. -I am kind. Your invoice is in the post. I lied to you. I did fuck Alice. Sorry for telling you. I'm just not big enough to forgive you. Buster.
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?
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-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 fucked 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. Fuck off.
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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 fuck 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, fucker.
-Welcome back, Miss Jones.
-Thank you.
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