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into this, Stella.

Dear Red Shoes, secrets you can't confess to your mother, shrink, or

That line hooked me.

You want to know why?

I'll tell you why.

It's because I'm a shrink, see? A medical doctor.

A psychiatrist.

Twelve hard years of college, medical school, residency, just to earn the

to sit and listen to people's secrets all day long. To judge.

To advise.

To administer.

To help.

The question is, what happens when the wall between you and your patient comes

tumbling down?

I had another fight with my father again last night.

So I got pissed and I stormed out and drove around in a cab all night.

Until I came up with this brilliant idea to go to Nice.

To Nice?

My niece.

So I took a train.

That's where it happened again.

Oh, yes?

I met a man.

So I took his hand.

And I followed him along the corridor to the very back of the train,

to the very last compartment.

And again, this was a man you'd never seen before.

A complete stranger.

That's what makes it so exciting.

Very dangerous.

I know.

That's part of the thrill.

But this time something different happened.

When it was over, she paid me.

I think it was his wife.

And what did you do?

Nothing.

I took it.

In fact, I liked it.

A lot.

Linda, you've got to stop doing this.

Why? Because it's not healthy, emotionally or physically.

But I use protection.

And besides, I like it.

It's fun. That's not the point.

Then what is the point?

If you don't see anything wrong with what you're doing, why do you come here?

Well, see you next birthday.

Linda, please be careful.

I will.

You know, ever since I can remember, I've always wanted those who

wanted me.

That little spark in their eyes.

That's what really turns me on.

Just total desire for me.

What about you?

Me?

Are you one of those women who just go with men who won't even look at you?

Never mind. I was just wondering.

You know, I dreamt about you last night.

Oh, really?

Well, what did you dream?

I was at the Royal with a man who was sitting in an armchair just like

yours.

I was standing there naked, wanting him to make love to me.

But you were there, too.

In the doorway.

I kept thinking.

What are you doing there?

Watching us.

What do you think that means?

I'm not sure, really.

Why the royal?

Something happen there recently?

Want to tell me about it?

I went there the other night.

Tuesday night.

I wanted a drink.

I heard somewhere that they're not as strict about women going alone into the

bar.

You know, that sort of thing.

Is that why you went there?

I guess I went out of curiosity.

There was a man there.

A businessman.

Said he often came to Paris and stayed at the Royal because he liked the smell

of the roses from across the street in the park.

It excites you, doesn't it, that I want to pay for you?

That's why you don't do this professionally.

I pay.

I get to ask the questions.

What's your name?

What's your name?

Linda.

Linda.

That means pretty in Spanish.

Tell me, Linda, what's your favorite color?

And don't tell me red. That's what you tell everyone, but it's not true.

Yellow.

Yellow.

That's a very simple call.

Very honest.

That's why I like money.

It buys simplicity and honesty.

A lot of money buys a lot of simplicity and a lot of honesty.

No?

5 ,000 bucks.

Will you stand here?

Take off your dress.

Let's jump to the back.

Can you see the reflection of yourself in the window?

Yes.

Are you amazed what you see?

Man has always tried to capture the beauty of a naked woman.

The ancient Greeks, Michelangelo, Rubens, Rodin.

A luxury of paint and plaster.

Beautiful.

Such a wild creature.

Yes. Beautiful.

I walked out of there with 60 ,000 francs.

60 ,000.

You can't imagine what it's like to have a man want you that much.

Can you?

Linda, I thought that you were going to stop doing things

like this.

Did I say that?

Yes.

Well, what about my dream?

You still haven't told me about it.

I think it's okay. I think it's okay that you're dreaming about me.

And that the work we're doing is having an impact.

You know what I think?

I think you don't have the slightest idea what it is to feel anything.

What it is to feel love, pain.

fear, or even pleasure.

You just sit there in your big chair telling people not to do this, not to do

that.

I mean, you think I don't notice the way you look at me when I tell you about my

life?

You should be paying me.

Linda, wait a minute.

You can't imagine what it's like to have a man want you that much.

Can you?

Are you one of those women who just go with men who won't even look at you?

I think you don't have the slightest idea what it is to feel anything.

Oh, is it the royal?

I heard somewhere that there are not as strict about women going alone

into the bar.

Tell the monsieur thank you, but no.

Look,

I'm not what you think.

And what do you think I think you are?

Do I think you're a prostitute?

If you are, you're a prostitute trying very hard not to look like one.

If you are, can I afford you? Paris is very expensive these days.

I just came here for a drink.

Then let me buy you one.

No, thank you. I've already had one.

I'll pay you.

5 ,000 francs, if you let me buy you another drink.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to insult you.

No, it's so strange. I mean, why would you do that?

Let me buy you another drink, and maybe you'll find out.

All right.

In my room.

Take your coat off.

Make yourself comfortable.

That's a beautiful outfit.

Do you wear it often?

No.

When you go on a date?

No, I don't really go.

No, hardly ever.

I really think I should be going.

I'll pay you 10 ,000 francs if you stay.

10 ,000 francs more if you didn't jack it up.

Ten more.

I want you to touch me.

Please.

No.

Please don't.

Not you.

It's hard to explain.

No.

You don't have to.

There's a certain type of girls I go for, you see.

And you're not the type. You're not. You're the type.

I want to go out to dinner and buy flowers and bring you home.

Look at me.

Maybe I want to be fucked.

Maybe I want to be paid 60 ,000 francs and walk out of here and never see you

again and not care.

To whom does the priest confess?

To whom does the psychiatrist go for counsel?

In my case, I've chosen you, red shoes.

Please, don't judge me too harshly.

Thanks for being there.

Thanks for listening.

There's always you, Stella.

You tell me all your secrets, I'll tell you all mine.

All right?

For 10 ,000 flags.