Do you know what time it is?
He smiles, sweetly suggestive of pleasure to come...
Time you came back to bed?
No - I’m ready to start work.
Draw down the blinds.
She holds back, teases a little.
I told you, I...
She takes him in, smiling up at her. Shakes her head.
Your face... You think I can’t resist
Do you want to resist me?
She approaches the edge of the bed, smiling herself now.
No. But I’d like you to ask nicely
so I don’t feel such a pushover...
Einar reaches towards her.
Gerda Wegener - my life, my wife...
He pulls her into bed... A skittish piano comes up as they
laugh, begin to make love. Continues over:
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE COPENHAGEN OPERA HOUSE
Einar crosses the road, heads for the Opera House.
INT. OPERA HOUSE, STAGE DOOR
Einar greets the doorman, THORBJORN.
INT. OPERA HOUSE, COSTUME SHOP, ONE MONTH LATER, DAY
Einar walks between racks of clothes that hang in two tiers
so the ruffled and feathered hems of jewel-coloured gowns
brush his cheeks. An explicit sensual pleasure, which Einar
is conscious of but feels no need to investigate. He pauses.
The ARIA ceases, he hears women CHATTING, sometimes DROPPING
THEIR VOICES, emitting DIRTY LAUGHS, which make him smile and
wonder. A stolen intimacy. Einar spies on Ulla, below
Ulla is being pulled into a corset by a DRESSER. Einar leans
forward for a better view... She spots him - is delighted,
breaks free for a moment.