Closer Page #6

the beautiful people of the Paranoid Hotel...

the concierge, the bellboys and girls....

Did you know this?

-They're all whores.

-Everybody knows that.

I didn't.

I don't suppose you'd fancy a friendly poke.

I just had a bath.

Right.

I'll see to myself, then,

in the Elle Decoration bathroom.

-You chose that bathroom.

-And every time I wash in it I feel dirty.

It's cleaner than I am. It's got attitude.

The mirror says, "Who the f*** are you?"

-You chose it.

-Doesn't mean I like it.

We shouldn't have this.

I hear middle -class guilt.

Working -class guilt.

Why are you dressed if you just had a bath?

We needed some milk.

You okay?

-You?

-Yeah.

I'm going.

-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 sh*t.

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?

What about your things?

-I don't need things.

-Where will you go?

Disappear.

The Sultan has returned bearing gifts.

Thank you.

They're beautiful.

Here's a thing. Alice was at the hotel.

What?

They sell these arty postcards in the lobby.

I bought one to boost your sales.

"Young Woman, London."

And I checked for your book

in The Museum of Modern Art. It was there.

Someone bought one.

This guy with a ridiculous little beard.

He was drooling over your photo on

the inside cover. He fancied you, the geek.

I was so proud of you.

You've broken New York.

You're wonderful.

Don't ever forget it.

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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