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How much would you say?

I don't know.

Listen ... I'll call you tomorrow.

Kiss kiss. Bye.

You know, how many TV viewers lives

I intrude every month?

I think ...

I dreamed of being an actress ...

for example ...

Listen, honey. I got an idea.

They are preparing the next episode.

They are looking for an actress.

Someone like you.

It's a very important role in the film.

I can suggest you.

I'm not an actress!

You could do it really good.

That's nice of you, but I doubt

I'm the right type.

Honestly, I think you are.

Think it over.

You see the view?

It can even be bought.

Go.

I simply looked at him.

He didn't see me.

He wouldn't recognise me anyway.

Whenever you tell the truth,

no one believes you.

He wouldn't recognise me anyway.

And ...

whenever you tell the truth,

no one believes you.

There. She is it!

She can easily switch from

light to heavy.

This woman is always changing.

Never where you expect her!

That's right.

- Well, I could describe what ...

- Some scenes.

I could rewrite a few scenes.

I just wanted to ask you!

Now I see very well,

how that person can...

add a kind of brutality and ...

how can I say ...

animality with some ...

subtlety to it.

Look for another one.

She's the person, I agree.

Be inspired by her.

But look for another one.

Like her!

- Excuse me, but ...

- That's not possible.

We all agree,

that she is the person. So why not?

It's easy.

We don't want a stripper.

She isn't a stripper.

She is a dancer!

Do it, Mademoiselle.

It's quite clear. Nothing naked,

no erotic allusions.

A clean reputation.

You understand? Clean.

Relax your mouth.

Again.

- What?

- The movement.

Stop.

Look at me, look at the lens.

That's it.

Very good. Think of something pleasant

that you don't want to stop.

Great. Chin down.

Wonderful!

Awesome!

Well, look at the camera.

What's up?

Nothing.

I thought of all those Sundays,

I spent at home.

Every time the door opened,

I hoped my mother would get me.

I stayed there, didn't move,

staring at the door.

But the corridor became dark.

I'm dizzy.

Do you remember the first time

you took me in your arms?

- Can you turn around?

- Where?

To the roundabout.

Why? I wanted to take you

to a place you'll love.

Two minutes, please.

I think I've seen something.

And now?

Nothing. Forgive me.

Give me your coat.

I keep it. Thanks.

And now ...

tell me how you got out

of the asylum today.

A friend wrote a letter

with a fake signature to ...

the Director, that my mother

invites me to dinner.

I've got something for you.

Maybe I'm shortsighted,

but I'll always recognize you.

You are unique.

Tunde, what a surprise!

And the tests?

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