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- Dear Red Shoes,

Longing.

Have you ever loved someone so much

that you could barely breathe in their presence?

It happened to me,

but suddenly that person disappeared out of my life

and it broke my heart.

And it wasn't until recently that I found out why.

After graduating from college,

I'd been living in the Far East with my father,

a four-star general in the Army.

He died recently.

Since I was his only living relative,

I inherited quite a large sum of money,

and his prized car collection.

The only stipulations being that it never be sold

and that it be maintained in immaculate condition.

The cars were stored in the temperature-controlled garages

on our property in LA.

All the cars, except a minor red '60 Cadillac convertible,

the car my father drove when he was in the States.

Thanks, Rudy.

I'm Camille.

Camille des Champs.

I'm looking for James.

- You come for the Caddie?

- Yes, the Cadillac.

- Sorry to hear about your dad.

Um, I kind of grew to like the old guy.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

Um, I'm out of cream.

Want some sugar?

- No, thank you.

- That's Enzo.

Hi, Enzo.

He's my best friend.

Right?

- Wow, these are beautiful.

Thank you.

- This is a beautiful sculpture.

- Thanks.

- Wow, these are great.

Do you sell them?

- No.

Why not?

Come on, let me show you the car.

Close your eyes.

Keep 'em closed.

Open your eyes.

Well, what do you think?

It's not quite done, I still have to fix the clock

and the windshield wipers aren't quite right yet, but.

But come on, let's take it for a ride.

- I don't know how to drive.

I mean, not very well.

- What?

Well, we lived in the Philippines and Singapore,

and my father always had a driver.

Your driver, huh?

Come on, it'll be fun.

Just take it easy, you're doing fine.

Watch out.

All Right.

- You're making me nervous.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

- Shit.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Hold on.

It's all right.

Listen, put it in reverse.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

All right, ready?

Go real easy, all right?

Okay, go.

Come on, boy, come on!

Come on.

Good boy!

Good boy, good boy.

- Did you come for the Caddie,

or was it something else?

- Well,

something else.

- What if I'm not interested?

Camille, look at me.

Just look at me.

Does that mean anything to you?

For years, you were all I could think about.

Your eyes, your smile.

Your touch.

- Oh, Jimmy.

I can't believe I didn't recognize you.

- Well, it's been 15 years, and we were just kids.

Let's go, come on!

Let's go!

Get out of here now!

You know what, I really need to go.

- No, it's my fault.

I should have told you right away.

I should have told you from the start.

Come on, let's get out of here.

This way, move!

Leave him alone!

Come on, your father's waiting.

- I'm sorry, I've gotta go.

Out of the way!

Come on, your father's waiting.

Let's go!

This way, now!

Come with me.

Come on.

Your father's waiting.

Come on, your father's waiting.

Will I ever see you again?

- Why'd you come back here dressed like that?

Don't lie to me.

- I want you to fuck me.

- You want me to fuck you?

- That's right.

- Let me ask you something.

When we were kids,

had we never been separated, what would we have done?

- Probably made love.

Mm-hmm.

- Maybe had some children.

- What about last night?

Did we fuck or did we make love?

Answer me.

- We made love.

Ah, we made love.

- Yeah.

- When we were kids we would have made love,

but now you just want to fuck me.

I'm a little confused.

- I didn't say that.

- Oh, yes, you did.

What you're saying is that I don't belong in your life.

- Look, why don't I just finally pay you, okay?

- For what?

- Fixing the fucking car!

Let's go!

Get the girl.

- I can't find my check book.

Your father's waiting.

Look, all I asked you was to fix the car, okay?!

- No!

Don't!

You're just like everyone else!

All you want is to control me!

You can't control me!

Control me!

Control me!

Control me!

Control me!

Control me!

Control me!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

- You're just like my father! - - Stop.

Just stop.

- Get off!

Get off!

- That's enough. - No!

- That's enough.

Where you going?

Where are you gonna go?

Where are you gonna go?

- I hated my father.

He controlled everything and everyone around him.

I've just turned out like him.

I won't even let anybody near me.

And even now, I'm exactly where he,

I'm exactly where he wants me to be.

It's like he had some fucking plan or something.

But I never wanted to hurt you.

- I know that.

Touch me.

Hold me.

I've never felt like this.

I want you.

I need you.

I can't believe it's you.

Never let me go.

I want all of you.

Slow.

Slow.

Slow.

I need you.

- Think they'll stay together?

I do, I would.

Wouldn't you?

Huh?