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- We're popular, Stella.

Dear Red Shoes, most everyone I know

has an old flame, don't they?

That one real love, the one

that took you years to get over.

And even then, are you really over them?

- Look at this shit!

How can you even waste paper on shit like this, huh?

- How?

How is because I know what turns people on

and not what some pretentious director

wants to put on his show reel.

- Then why the fuck did you hire me?

You know exactly how I work!

- I didn't hire you, I advised my client against you.

- I'm telling you what these shoes are about here.

They are about passion and they're about surrender,

and they're about madness.

Okay?

That's what they're about!

- All I'm saying is tone the whole thing down.

Make it a little less of a goddamn freak show.

Compromise.

Well, obviously you have the wrong person here.

- Obviously.

- Great.

Look, Mr. Sakimoto, I'm really sorry

about wasting your time.

I think Richie will find an adequate replacement.

- Actually, I do have someone in mind.

- Who, Marty?

- No, no Marty.

I want him, whatever he want, he get.

- And you are my client, Mr. Sakimoto.

Whatever you want, you get.

- Good, good.

I very happy.

- He's happy.

I'll see you out, Mr. Sakimoto.

We're finished for today, aren't we?

- You look good.

Things must be going well for you these days.

- They are, and for you too,

according to the grapevine.

- Oh, you've been listening.

- Don't flatter yourself.

- It's been three years.

- Yes.

I hate you.

- Still?

- Always.

- No, cut, cut, cut.

It's not working, man.

I think we need a different gel over here or something.

The shoes, they look blue, they're supposed to be red.

- Michael, um listen, I can't get cockatoos.

Loriqueets, parakeets, even flamingos, but no cockatoos.

- No, it has to be cockatoos.

It doesn't have to be cockatoos.

Fine, fine, then we just stop shooting for the day.

Hey, Frank, that was the last take

and then we're gonna wrap.

- You can't do this!

- I just did.

I want that bird.

- I don't want to see my client

get fucked over by a prick like you.

- Fine, fine, for your client.

Keep shooting.

- Thank you so much.

- Oh, no problem.

I thought about you last night.

Did you think about me?

- No.

- Liar.

- Listen Michael, it's been three years.

Things change.

I'll come to your hotel.

- No, come, hold!

Hold still, okay.

Okay, shh!

So tell me what you thought about last night.

- I thought about you.

- And what happened when you thought about me?

- I tried to stop.

But you couldn't, huh.

But I couldn't.

- And then what happened?

- I thought about your hands.

What did my hands do?

I thought about them touching me.

- Where?

- First my neck.

And then my breasts.

And then?

I wanted you to make love to me.

- Do you want me to do that now?

- Yes.

- What's the matter?

Are you okay?

- I can't breathe.

It's too much.

I am suffocating.

What happened yesterday just happened.

But tonight...

- No, Emma.

- I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, but I...

I just don't think I can do this again.

- I'm not asking you to do anything.

- Then, what are you asking me?

It's like three years ago.

We almost destroyed each other.

Why are you doing this?

- Can we discuss this a little later?

- No.

This is your budget.

- Did I not hear your client say,

did he not say, I want, I get?

- People say things like this, within reason of the budget.

But this is absurd!

I can't explain this kind of money to Taki!

- Fine, fine, fine, I quit!

- Don't be ridiculous!

I hate this prima donna crap.

Fine, you are an artist,

but be a goddamn professional as well.

- Oh, you want to talk about professional?

You're producing this fucking commercial

and I'm getting absolutely no support from you!

- Your ego gives you all the support you need.

Taki doesn't have another 300,000 to throw around!

- Then he should have been more informed

of my working methods.

- We can't even talk like human beings.

Here, your fucking cockatoos.

- Emma!

Emma!

Emma!

Hi, I...

I..

I need to talk.

You're not gonna let me in?

- I don't want you in there.

- What are you afraid of, Emma?

Touch your things?

See how you live?

Actually, I want to see how you live.

I'd like to see the bed you sleep in, you know.

See what color your sheets are and...

And smell them.

See the kitchen, imagine you in there washing dishes

or where you put your towels and...

And the books, I want...

- Please go.

You have to go.

- I miss you.

God, I miss you, it's...

It's different than before.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I tried, just can't stop.

- I don't want to hear this!

- I need to talk to you!

You don't need anything or anyone, neither do I.

- Touch me.

Come on, touch me.

Why won't you touch me?

Come on!

You can't, can you?

Why won't you touch me?

Touch me!

Please.

Can I spend the night?

I wanna...

I wanna lay next to you, I wanna wake up next to you.

- You've never stayed before.

I was seeing someone until a few weeks ago.

It was serious.

He asked me to marry him.

Why didn't you?

- I...

I really don't know.

What's funny is that I know why I wanted to marry him.

- Why?

- I don't think we ever fought.

It was nice.

Easy.

- But?

- I couldn't quite convince myself I was in love with him.

That...

That I wasn't bored somehow.

- Do you love me?

- I do.

Oh, I feel so good.

I'm afraid, though.

I'm afraid that we step out that door,

this will all turn into shit.

- Tell me something.

- What?

- Do you snore?

- Incredible.

Very beautiful.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Sure.

Good job.

Thanks.

I want to take it now and show it to my partner.

Please, now.

Of course.

- Thank you.

- Let me take you downstairs.

I have a copy for you there.

- It was good of you to fly just for the screening.

- Actually, I didn't come here just for the screening.

I heard you got that Fribeourg account.

Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- Em, I was thinking that I might move here.

Actually, I ah...

I already have an apartment.

I ah...

I might stay around for a while.

Thought maybe I could call you up sometime.

We could go out, do something.

- Like a date?

- Yeah, like a date.

- That's crazy, we'll kill each other.

- Probably.

- Well, I hope they find a way Stella.

I really hope they do.

You know it won't be boring.

Come on, let's go.