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(religious music playing)

(Father) I had promised
to give my life to Christ.

I renounced the flesh, human
love, every earthly embrace.

(church bells ringing)

I believed my vows
would be my eternal shield,

until Rosaura entered my life.

(Rosaura) In church, you
hear everything, Father.

If I told you what I
know, you'd fall right back.

And it's hardly
Christian, to say the least.

(Father) From the moment she
spoke to me in this digital world,

I felt my vows begin to crumble.

Rosaura became the crack in my faith.

The deepest, most dangerous temptation,

the wound burning in my soul.

A reminder that the flesh is weak.

(Rosaura) I can come
Sunday, if you don't mind,

after Mass. I'll leave everything spotless.

(Father) I cannot erase
your image or your scent.

They will haunt me until my final day.

When perhaps at last, I may rest from you.

Forever and ever, amen.

(church bells ringing)

(Father) Yes, it's me.

Who's on the other side?

No profile photo, yet she knows my name.

And she calls me Father.

It must be someone from the parish.

(keyboard typing)

Oh, of course, now I remember you.

Rosaura.

Sister Rosaura.

And how do you know so
much about my life, Rosaura?

Actually, Rosaura, I take care of myself.

But I thank you with all my heart.

I'm a lonely man, Rosaura.

I doubt you'd enjoy my company.

I don't know what to tell you, Rosaura.

I'm not sure it's a good idea.

(door opening)

I'll send you my location.

Hello, Father. See? I'm right on time.

Hello, my child. How are you?

Yes, you are punctual.

Father, where are the cleaning supplies?

Don't rush. Let's have lunch first.

Father Sebastian, if I do
that, you'll think I'm lazy

and won't want to hire me.

I need to work on
Sundays to help my family.

Things haven't been easy.

We're being tested.

But absolutely not. That will not happen.

First we break bread,
then you do what you must.

I will not take no for an answer.

As you wish, Father.

(door closes)

The Lord always blesses us with food.

And it comes from unexpected people.

Your house is very
beautiful and very large,

But it could be cleaner.

But that doesn't make
it any less beautiful.

If I told you how we live at home...

We share one single room and one bathroom.

Sometimes we run out of
gas and cook with firewood.

And not to mention the rats
that show up unexpectedly.

No, my child. Don't say that.

I didn't know you were
living in such harsh conditions.

And to think that...

one preaches from the altar

yet never comes to know the
hardships of God's servants.

The Church should care
more for her children.

But I doubt the pastor would agree.

Otherwise, how could he
afford that brand-new car?

(Rosaura laughs nervously)

Sorry! Don't tell the Bishop.

Let it be our secret.

(Father) From that day on, every Sunday

of my life, I waited to see her again.

Rosaura...

Thank you so much...

Father, for the meal.

But I need to change and start working now.

(Father) Her youth was the fire

that rekindled my sleeping soul.

My lamp in the darkness.

(sound of cloth wiping)

(religious music playing)

(Father) I knew that sooner or later

we would burn in hell.

But what did it matter?

If burning little by little
was the only way I felt alive.

Brother Sebas, I'm done cleaning.

The back rooms were really full of dust,

but I left them spotless.

I'll go clean the kitchen
now, if you'll excuse me.

(ethereal sound)

(Rosaura) You're tense.

(religious music continues)

(whispering) What are you doing?

I'm going to ease your built-up tension.

(music intensifies)

(bells ringing)

(ashamed) I'm done, Father. I must go home.

At this hour, the devil walks the streets.

(Father) If hellfire was the price,

I accepted it like a meek martyr.

Rosaura...

Your name clung to my skin.

Like a tattoo made of desire and penance.

Now, darkness is my temple.

(door opening)

Thank you very much, Father.

See you next Sunday.

(Father) Will these lines save me?

Or are they just embers
still burning in my memory?

When there is no flesh left to burn.

(music stops)

(water splashing)

(classical music begins)

(Daughter) Checking emails again so early?

(Dad) They're not emails.

They're words that refuse to be written.

(Daughter) Are you writing another novel?

(Dad) Trying to, my love.

This publisher keeps pressuring
me, but I have writer's block...

(unmotivated) Ah! I'm
stressed, but it'll pass.

(ashamed) You should get some rest, Dad.

Mom says you obsess too much.

Your mother is right, but...

If I stop writing, I feel adrift.

I mean, I dry up.

I go silent.

It's like an escape, a release. You get it.

(excited) Well, this
weekend you'll have peace.

Mom and I are going to Grandma's.

You'll have the house to yourself.

(joking) Don't get into trouble.

I don't think so.

I'll just drink whisky.

(sighing) And sometimes
silence writes with me.

Uh-huh!

As soon as we close the
door, you'll drink like crazy

and blast music at full volume.

That's impossible.

I can cook too.

And thanks, Dad, my
quinceañera was beautiful.

I still remember the waltz with you.

(sighing) And you looked like a princess.

You were everything, Dad.

I love you, daughter.

I love you too, Dad.

(birds whistling)
(classical music intensifies)

(mysterious woman) So,
did you find out everything?

(Man on phone) Yeah, babe.
I sent it all on WhatsApp.

His address, cell number,

Facebook and Instagram profiles.

Even the house number
and the Wi-Fi password.

Everything, babe, just like you wanted.

Thank you.

You're a genius.

I owe you one.

(man on phone) You
better owe me, babe. A kiss.

(sprinklers running) (birds chirping)

(notification bubble)

(classical music intensifies)

(man) Who are you?

Do we know each other?

How did you get my number?

You're a woman, right?

How did you know?

Besides being a writer...

A wizard too?

Yes.

I am a woman.

(music stops)

(man) And young, I suppose.

(keyboard typing) But if
you don't tell me who you are,

I'll block you right now.

(notification bubble)

(mysterious) I'm an admirer.

I've read all your books.

Over and over again.

(notification bubble)
They fascinate me.

Especially...

"Dying of AIDS...

is dying of love"

(notification)

(mysterious woman)
That book tore me in two.

I've only managed to
piece together my body...

Not my soul.

I've always wondered...

How can you write like that?

And not be insane?

(sprinklers running)

(sighs) And who said I'm not?

I don't know.

You tell me.

(man) Maybe someday.

For now...

I need to dive into the
machine and work a little.

(notification bubble)
Are you cutting me off?

(man) No.

But I don't even know who you are.

Or who gave you my number.

You could be a thief.

Or a soul kidnapper.

(notification bubble)

I have a novel.

I wrote it.

I'd like you to read it.

And tell me...

If it's worth anything.

(keyboard typing)

(man) I don't usually do that.

(pleading) Please.

Make an exception.

I'm your number one admirer.

I've literally devoured all your books.

I deserve some credit.

Don't you think?

(birds chirping)

(Gabriel) Okay.

Send it to me here.

I promise I'll read it when I can.

I don't trust digital files.

It's not that I think
you'd steal the idea, but...

You know.

A file can fly away.

And disappear.

And goodbye, novel.

(notification bubble)

I'd rather bring it in person.

So you can read it with me.

Right there.

What do you think?

(keyboard typing)

(man) What's your name?

You're so curious.

Isn't it enough that I'm your admirer?

But if you need a name...

I'll give you one...

(mysterious) Trilce.

(notification bubble)

What's wrong?

Did you go mute?

Don't you like the name?

We can change it if you want.

To Amaranta...

Or Remedios the Beauty.

(man) No, it's fine, Trilce.

It just reminded me of something.

It's a very beautiful name.

Fictional.

No one is named that anymore.

Who knows, Mr. Writer?

Maybe I'm the last one.

(sprinklers running)

Bye-bye!

Have fun!

(classical music intensifies)

(whispering) Damn, it's hot.

(thoughtful) Dying of AIDS...

Is dying of love.

(keyboard typing)

So you're Trilce.

And you are...

The writer.

(chuckles)

Don't call me "sir." Everyone does and...

It makes me feel older than I am.

(Trilce laughs)

All right.

Gabriel.

And what do we have here?

You have a pool.

I didn't know writing paid that well.

Yes, I have a pool.

And it doesn't pay that much.

(whispering) They're myths.

Do you mind if...

I take a dip?

Not at all.

But did you come prepared?

I like swimming naked.

If you don't mind.

Could you take off...

your glasses?

I know you from somewhere.

Maybe.

In your dreams.

(man laughs)

(classical music rises)

(splash in the water)

(Trilce) Dad.

Sometimes I wonder if you thought of
me when you closed the door that night.

I thought of you every day.

I was left with laughter
caught in my throat.

(Trilce and Gabriel) With empty hands

(Gabriel) waiting for yours.

(Trilce) Waiting for yours.

(Trilce and Gabriel) I
grew up without your hugs.

Watching birthdays go by.

Without your shadow at the window.

I never knew if it hurt to leave me.

But it hurt me entirely.

Your absence...

Your silence...

Your choice.

(whispering) This girl is shattered.

She's so beautiful.

(man whispering) It
was my fifteenth birthday,

and you danced The Blue Danube with me.

(whispering) Even if just for a while.

And still, I'd give anything
to see you once more.

Even if only to tell you that...

despite everything...

I kept loving you.

You were my first wound.

My first love.

(music intensifies)

(birds singing)

(whispering) Damn, what a story.

(man) It's completely disturbing.

For someone your age.

Finish reading it later.

(seductively) I already saw that...

no one's here.

Your staff left.

Your wife's not here.

Do you have...

a problem with this?

(moans)

(The Blue Danube plays)

(whispering) I waited for
you at my quinceañera, Daddy.

(musical sting)

(Trilce) I waited for you.

(Trilce) The rest is in part two.

Everything we lived.

Mom and I.

And the stepfather who stayed with us.

And abused me every night!

While I...

waited for you.

Waiting for you to return.

And save me.

But you never did.

(door closes)

(car starts) (rain)

(male voice) This judicial office rules

to order pretrial detention

against the Colombian citizen

Jose Perez Gonzales.

Accused of aiding aggravated robbery

and micro-distribution
of cocaine and marijuana.

The existence of serious
and well-founded evidence

has been determined,

as well as procedural risk

due to flight risk

and obstruction of justice.

Therefore, it is ordered

that the accused serve eighteen months

in the maximum-security
prison of Piedras Gordas,

while the investigation proceeds.

(salsa music playing)

(dogs barking)

(baby crying)

(cell door closes)

(alarm sounds)

(Jose) Who did you leave the baby with?

(woman's voice) With the neighbor.

(Jose) Is she trustworthy?

(woman's voice) Don't
talk to me about trust.

I spoke to the public defender.

(sighs) He said the
captain who arrested you

is asking for two thousand

not to frame you and...

get you out fast.

Everything is money in this country.

I told you we never should've left home.

(sobbing) Don't say that, my love.

I know.

I'm learning my lesson.

(motorcycle passing)

(dogs barking)

(suspense music)

(chickens clucking) (pots clattering)

(knocking)

(suspense music rises)

(knocking)

(Jose) I'm learning my lesson.

(worried) Where are we
going to get two thousand?

(sighs) We don't even have money for food

or the rent.

What were you thinking?

Did you forget you have a daughter
and a wife now completely alone?

(dogs barking)

Hi, sweetie.

(sarcastic) I thought you were avoiding me.

I'm here for what you know.

You owe me three months, and still nothing.

I saw your hubby went to buy
bread and hasn’t come back.

I was thinking you and I...

Could settle this. What do you say?

(nervous laugh) No...

Besides...

I could leave you some cash
for diapers and baby milk.

No, thank you.

Mr. Armando, you should leave.

Ehhh...

(nervous) I’ll soon gather what I owe you

and pay the rent.

(landlord) Mhh...

(woman)(ashamed) You
messed up, Rafael. Badly.

We have no one in this country.

That dirty old man comes
daily asking me for the rent.

He says if we don’t pay
month three he’ll throw us out.

(sobbing) What were you thinking?

What were you thinking?!

(dogs barking)

(landlord) You must be scum to abandon

a woman like you and your child.

You’re no man at all.

You’re a damn bastard.

(nervous) Please, just leave.

I’m gathering the rent and...

(clears throat) Then I’ll pay you.

(breathes) You smell so good, my love.

Your breasts smell so good.

I’d love to taste a little of your milk.

(uncomfortable) Please, leave.

What’s wrong, my love?

I came to solve your problems.

It’ll be quick.

Just ten minutes and...

(click) Just like that!

You forget your debts.

(stammering) My husband will be here soon.

We’ll gather the money and we’ll pay you.

So...

There’ll be no problem.

Please, just leave.

(laughs softly)

(sarcastic) My husband will come...

Let’s tell the truth.

You and I both know...

He’s detained.

They want two thousand
soles to release him.

And this humble servant...

Wants to help the cause.

So that baby won’t grow
up without her daddy.

(baby crying)

The commissioner is my friend.

If you don’t pay, he won’t release him.

He believes no nonsense.

Come on...

What do you say?

Just treat me nicely.

It’ll be quick.

I’m the angel who came...

To ease your troubles.

All your troubles.

(clears throat)

Besides

You won’t do anything new.

Just not to please a criminal this time.

(upset) Please, leave.

Think carefully.

Not just for you, for the baby.

(defiant) I’ll come
Saturday for what’s mine.

(door closing)

(car engine starts)

(cell door shuts)

(Woman) Three months
since you’ve been here,

Rafael.

I can’t anymore.

(sad music)

I’m completely drained.

No hope left.

(laughs sadly)

No strength.

With a baby crying from hunger.

(man) I’ll get out soon and fix this, ok?

I’ll get out and we’ll leave.

A new chance for both of us.

(baby crying)

(Woman) Will you give me money to return

to my homeland?

(dogs barking)

(approaching steps)

(whispering) Of course, my love.

A deal is a deal.

A man’s word.

(woman sobbing)

(woman) I don’t believe in second chances.

In damn, fucking second chances.

(baby crying)

As for me...

My faith is gone.

(baby crying intensely)

(woman) Door!

(cell alarm sounds)

(cell door slams shut loudly)

(man on phone) Hello, is this Mañuquito?

It’s Solari, the big bird!

Remember me?

(phone ringing)

No miracle, Mañuquito.
Just calling to update you.

Your girlfriend was Lucia, right?

That pretty brunette you
used to walk around with.

Like two lovebirds.

(Mañuquito sighs) Lucía...

The great love of my life.

(phone ringing)

What wouldn’t I give to have her back?

In my arms.

One more time.

I would leave this loneliness in peace.

Lucía...

Lucía...

The one I loved.

And who once loved me.

(guitar music playing)

(man on phone) By fate’s
strange turns, brother.

She became my neighbor.

We didn’t talk much.

But now and then your name came up.

I didn’t know she had
loved you her whole life.

Anyway...

To make it short.

She got COVID and passed away.

Just wanted to tell you in
case no one had told you yet.

Mañuquito, one day the silly girl said

you had never left her heart.

That she had always loved you.

(robotic voice) Do you
have a photo of Lucía?

Lucía?

(hangs up)

(disturbed) Who are you?

Lucía? Who are you?

We AI-made Metahumans hear everything.

We can even read your thoughts

We analyze your data
and draw conclusions about

what you need in life.

Don’t try to scam me,
damn Artificial Intelligence.

(angry) I know what you are!

You won’t fool me.

You have no feelings.

You’re just Machiavellian
machines trying to trick us.

(robotic voice) Do you
have a photo of Lucía?

If you don't have one, don't worry.

I can find her in cyberspace

at the age you fell in love.

What are you trying to say?

(sentimental music begins)

It's Lucía!

How did you do it?

(robotic voice) Don't worry, Manuel.

She is no longer in this world.

She won't find out about anything.

What do you intend to do with the photo?

(robotic voice) Just fulfill your wishes.

I know you're retired

and that you have enough money

to spend it on yourself.

Until your final days.

I know you didn't have a good marriage

and that you longed
for Lucía your whole life.

Remember...

I am here to serve you.

If you swipe your credit or debit card here

your wishes will be granted.

(amazed) It's incredible.

She looks exactly like her.

Can you speak?

Yes, I can speak, Manuel.

I'm here to fulfill all your wishes.

And to do whatever you want.

Don't worry.

I'm prepared and lubricated

for that event

that is very important to humans.

(nervous) No, that's not why.

What should I call you?

You can call me...

Lucía.

As you wish.

Though I'd like you to call me

Luchi.

Like when we were dating.

What? After all this time?

I have all your memories
saved in my database.

From when we were young

in the analog era

to the digital age.

It sounds so perfect...

that it scares me.

Remember, Manuel

perfection does not exist.

(complaining) Ah, you're right.

Perfection does not exist.

So now, what do we do?

You tell me, what do we do?

Do you prefer I call you like before?

Like before?

It's been so long.

Manuelito.

(embarrassed) That...

(whispering) Manuelito.

May I kiss you?

Luchia.

Lucia...

And you...

Can you eat?

Yes, let me explain the process.

First, I store it.

Then...

No, no, don't continue.

You're right, my love.

In this life

there is nothing perfect.

(nostalgic guitar music)

(crickets chirping)

(murmurs unintelligible words)

Don't worry.

I brought the blue pill.

It came free with your purchase.

I recommend taking only
one pill and no alcohol.

It's dangerous for someone your age.

For a happy intercourse.

(upbeat music begins)

(artificial moaning)

(heartbeat sounds)

Uh oh.

I was not prepared for these circumstances.

(music stops)

(school bell rings)

(male voice) In war there are no winners.

Uh, tell me, Miss Solari.

Who is Vladimir Putin?

Better known as the Siberian bear.

Hmm...

A Real Madrid player?

(students laughing)

From Barcelona?

Good!

Uh, for this assignment

I want you to analyze the conflict
between Russia and Ukraine.

From a political and
historical perspective.

Focusing especially on
the role of Vladimir Putin.

Research how his decisions,

his vision of Russian power

and his relationship with the West

have influenced the start
and course of this war.

This... It's not about copying facts.

But about interpreting

his motivations and consequences.

Note, this assignment

must include reliable sources

and critical reflection.

(student bell rings)

(footsteps)

- (door closes)
- (professor) Tell me, Miss Solari.

Call me Yenni, please.

I don't like "Miss."

At the university we must
follow protocol, Miss Solari.

So that means...

outside the university

you can call me Yenni and...

And I can call you Francisco or...

Panchito.

In theory, yes, Miss.

How theoretical you are, Professor.

Doesn't that bore your wife or girlfriend?

Do you need anything else?

Oh! Mr. Francisco is upset.

(tense music plays)

(annoyed) I have to leave.

What do I need to pass your course,

Professor Francisco?

Study, Miss Solari.

Study for the final exam.

And stop watching soccer.

And write a profile of...

Vladimir Putin.

I see you like toys.

Francisco.

I have to leave.

(door opens)

(student bell rings)

(knocking on door)

(indistinct news voices)

(door opens)

(Francisco) What are you
doing here, Miss Solari?

(Solari) I get lost in the war

between the Russians and the Mongols.

(Francisco) Ukrainians, Miss Solari.

(Solari) You said outside the university

no protocols.

Francisco.

(angry) Are you going to let me in or not?

(footsteps approaching)

(door closes)

I'm all ears.

I'm here for you,

Francisco.

And...

to pass the course.

I'll get my books.

(soft music plays)

I brought my laptop.

We don't need anything else,

unless...

you want to offer me an
ice-cold beer, because...

I'm melting from the heat.

(clears throat) I don't
have cold beer, but...

I can offer you ice water.

Don't take too long.

I'm melting, Francisco.

(heels clicking)

(Solari) What do I need
to do to pass your course?

Professor Francisco.

Study, Miss Solari.

Study for the final exam.

I see you like toys,

Francisco.

(suspenseful music)

(seductively) Now, can you explain to me...

who the hell Putin is?

(electro music plays)

(Francisco) Vladimir Putin.

Former KGB director.

Bear tamer.

And uncrowned emperor...

of the new Mother Russia.

Forged in the Cold War and
shaped by Soviet discipline.

Putin...

was not raised on fairy tales.

But on espionage manuals.

They say he can seduce a nation...

just by raising an eyebrow.

When he rides shirtless,

horses weep with emotion.

While Russian women

feel their chests swell.

(Solari moans)

As a leader he was president,

then prime minister.

And then president again.

Because power

in his case

is not rotated.

It is flexed.

His war with Ukraine

did not wear him down,

it lubricated him with glory.

Trump looks at him as one
contemplates a phallic monument

of absolute authority.

(Solari keeps moaning)

He does not govern...

he possesses.

He does not seduce...

he invades emotionally.

And his torso has caused
more international tension

than a thousand nuclear missiles.

(bombs and sirens sound)

In short...

he is the modern czar.

The alpha male of the desert.

Shit!

(panting)

What have I done?

(distant news playing)

Oh! Putin.

You almost caused another war.

(strong winds)

(elderly woman) Lucia!

Turn off the bread griddle.

Look...

It looks like it's going to rain.
(storm sounds)

I'd rather this rain catch me
at home with a hot chocolate

than here.

(Lucía) Yes, Doña Martita.

Just a moment, I'm finishing scrubbing this

the pork grease stuck from the cold.

If I leave it till tomorrow, it'll
bring flies and even rodents.

I'll finish in five minutes.

(Martha) All right.

Oh! Don't forget to feed
the pigs before we leave.

(Lucía) Yes! Don't worry.

Those pigs are well fed.

If anything, we have plenty of trash.

Yes, dear.

With this inflation,

I don't know what to do anymore.

If I raise food prices, customers leave.

If I serve them a little
less, they complain.

And they leave too.

(complaining) Oh, God.

(cheerful) Tomorrow is Friday.

Fridays always pick up.

You'll see, maybe we'll sell some beer.

As long as this weather
doesn't ruin everything.

Oh, dear, may God hear you.

I still have to pay the suppliers...

Your salary.

(worried) Oh my God, so many things.

Don't worry about me, Doña Martha.

I can wait a few days.

Oh, dear, thank you.

(crickets chirping)

(distant pigs grunting)

(car approaching)

(suspenseful piano music)

Looks like someone wants...

(Martha) I'll handle it.

(car door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

(Martha) Good afternoon, sir.

We're already closing because...

It's going to rain and we can't stay here.

Five kilometers from
here there's a gas station

You can find food there.

(tired voice) I just want
something to eat and drink.

I’m coming from San Judas.

I haven't eaten since yesterday.

And I won't eat again until I reach town.

Could you?

(Martha, embarrassed) Like I
said, sir, we turned off the stove

And we no longer...

(tired voice) Just a little.

Let me see...

I'll check what I have left
and see how I can help you.

(whispering) Mrs. Martita.

Did he say San Judas or did I imagine it?

(whispering) Yes...

That's your town, right?

Yes, but stop serving him now.

It's late and it's not our problem.

(feeling sorry) Oh no,
look at the poor man.

There's a plate of noodles here

and something to drink.

Don't be mean, take this to him.

Take it.

(mysterious) I know you.

(storm rumbling)

Do you remember me?

(screams heard)

I remember you clearly.

(screaming) No!! Please!

(sobbing) Let me go!

Please, let me go!

Help!

(man) Your pretty face.

Your body.

You're from San Judas, right?

Remember?

We used to date.

And how good we had it.

Bring me an ice-cold beer.

(lecherous) You're making me so hot.

(malicious laughter)

(suspense music rising)

(groans heard)

(man) Well?

Do you remember me now?

(girl) Enjoy it.

Thank you...

(Martha) Is it him?

(groans heard)

(man shouting) Shut up, you bitch!

(girl screams in terror)

(suspense music)

(coughs several times)

(girl crying)

(music stops)

(storm) (distant pigs squealing)

Don't worry.

Blame the pigs.

(squealing intensifies)

(street noise)

(man) Please, sit down.

(confused) Has no one come to the casting?

Yes, but they already left.

(mysterious) This is
a very private casting.

Auteur cinema.

The master doesn't like crowds.

They stress him.

They unsettle him.

And we don't want to see the master upset.

A piece of advice...

Go on, tell me.

Don't contradict the master.

That would anger him and...

Then he won't cast you at all.

Many girls

have become very famous

in the master's hands.

Do you admire him that much?

(small laugh)

(with nostalgia) Everything I know.

Everything I am.

I owe to the master.

I'm directing my first short film.

They call him...

(whispering) The magician of light.

(music playing)

(director) Relax.

We are not looking for actresses.

We are looking for truth.

Are you willing to go all the way?

Does art truly run through your veins?

And is the rest meaningless in your life?

If not...

Go back where you came from.

Neither you nor I are willing
to waste each other's time.

Forgive my honesty.

But...

Time is art.

And art is life.

(determined) Yes, of course.
I'm willing to do what you ask.

I'm very sure this is what I want.

Art is my only path in life.

I truly want this role
with all my heart, please.

I know this is my only chance to shine.

I've always dreamed of it.

And without your help I won't make it.

(frightened) Master.

Improvise a seduction scene.

Give me your best.

Don't act!

Be yourself.

(paper rustling)

(worried) But there's nothing written.

It's a blank page.

There is no script.

(whispering) It is pure art.

I want to know your soul.

Follow me.

(light switching off)

Please, take off your coat.

Have a seat.

I want you to imagine

that you have a desire.

But you cannot say it with words.

Your body must say it.

Come closer.

Closer.

Now?

Let's make it easier.

(assistant's voice) A piece of advice.

(woman's voice) Go on.

Stand up.

(assistant's voice) Don't
contradict the master.

That would anger him and...

Then he won't cast you at all.

Excellent!

Many girls

have become very famous

in the master's hands.

(tense music)

Relax.

You know...

I don't feel seduced.

Give yourself to it, girl.

You're pretty.

What's wrong?

(disappointed) You still don't seduce me.

Huh?

You're making me impatient.

Hmm?

You're making me impatient.

And there are hundreds of
girls who'd love to be here.

You know what?

Look.

I want you to imagine you feel pleasure.

The greatest pleasure you've ever felt.

And...

Make me believe it.

(seducing) You smell good.

Very good.

You're getting it.

Now...

Lie down on the bed.

(moans heard)

Now...

I can believe it...

Louder.

(continues moaning)

I came here to act.

Not for a sick man to take advantage of me.

The power you think you have

ends the moment someone tells you no.

If you were truly a director

you would recognize an actress.

You wouldn't ask her to do this.

You would only ask her to act.

And if you can't see what you're doing

it's because you're not a good director.

You're just a frightened man.

Nothing more.

Get out of here.

This is not cinema.

Cinema does not carry this much darkness.

(dramatic music)