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[music playing]

Before the invention of photography,

everything was one of a kind.

If you were looking at it, youwere looking at-- gentlemen,

a touch to your left.

My right.

And again?

Thank you.

Then came the camera, theproliferation of images.

And if you were looking at something,

you weren't looking at it anymore.

You were looking at anoriginal of a reproduction.

Sadness, poignance, loss of aura.

OK, gentlemen.

Hold still.

Of course, there's alwaysthat danger in photography

that the thing itself might lose its charm.

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Yes, it's good, but, it would have

been better just a bit sooner.

Natasha, you are gorgeous!

I love you, darling.

[french] Please, excuse me.

Please.

I'm sorry.

What are we having here, a picnic?

Let's go.

Turn that camera off!

I wanted you to bediscreet, and you're not.

Are you OK?

Look, you are our treasure, Natasha.

You are divine.

You know that.

You make me more famous than I am.

Did you sign the [inaudible], Natasha?

I hear it's worth $4 million.- Get him out!

Get this [inaudible].

Are you holding out for more money?

Are they going to make you get implants?

Security, s'il vous plait!

What do I pay you schmucks for?

Go after him.

Where is she?

Where is Natasha?

What is going on?

I'm having an heart attack here.

Come on!

Come on, give us-- come on, talk to us!

MAN: What's the problem?

What are you running from and hiding?

I know you're hiding.

MAN: Natasha!

Natasha?

Natasha.

40 seconds, Natasha.

My spring line, my life,everything I've worked for.

Do you know what mercy is?

Do you know?

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Then take the knife and stick it in my gut!

And turn it!

It's merciful compared to this!

The keys-- where's the keys?

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Thanks, Grace.

Hey.

I look that good, huh?

Life of the party, Rick.

Skinny white bitch.

All a real man wants is someonewith meat on their bones,

like me.

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Shit.

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Bazooka.

You remember.

You look handsome.

Never saw you in a tux before.

Yeah, well, friend of mineasked me to do his wedding,

do him a favor.

Do me a favor-- hold me.

Right here, like you used to.

Please.

You're shivering.

You'll warm me.

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He's still there with his dog.

RICK: It's a new one.

The old one died.

Can I have a glass of water?

None of me.

Nope.

I remember, from the timeyou took me to New Mexico.

I would have killed for a clear shot,

but she kept turning her face away.

She was afraid yourcamera would steal her soul.

She was right.

RICK: Tell me, why'd you come here?

I had to run.

I needed a sanctuary.

This is not a church, Natasha.

And I'm not a priest.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to, really.

Now you show up after six years

for a fuck in my elevator?

I loved you.

Did you know that?

Look at me.

You know Duel's Bar down the street?

Took me a year before I got my glued

ass off that goddamn stool.

A year before I was able to takea photograph or do anything.

Oh, yeah, I'm-- I'm still a photographer.

Look, huh?

Great work, huh?

The sociology of NorthAmerican courtship and mating.

The life of an artist.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have come.

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RICK: Wait.

Natasha, it's cold out.

Doesn't matter.

Yes, it does.

Why'd you come back?

I told you.

No, you didn't.

I need to know.

To say I'm sorry.

That's not it.

To ask forgiveness.

Bullshit!

To get fucked in the elevator!

Tell me.

To save myself before I disappear.

Yourself, huh?

That's what it's always about.

Oh, no.

Not always.

[music playing]

No.

No pictures. Never again.

No, no.

You look beautiful in that light.

Let me just take one.

NATASHA: Don't.

You must promise me now.

- OK, I promise. - Come here.

[music playing]

Do you remember this music?

Yes.

Do you ever play it?

No.

[music playing]

Good.

Now look into the lens.

That's it.

Don't pose.

I want to see you.

Be serious.

Serious, serious, serious.

I hate serious!

RICK: Hey.

Listen, you like it?

I bet your camera does,better than the photographs

of your depressed peasants.

Look at me.

Explore me.

RICK: I do that in bed.

Oh.

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RICK: No, no.

The-- leave the light alone.

Come on.

Come on, Rick.

Let the world see.

RICK: I don't want the world to see.

You're selfish.

RICK: You're damn right.

I don't want the world to steal you.

Who's getting stolen?

I love you.

I'll never leave.

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What are you doing?

Watching you sleep.

What time is it?

Doesn't matter.

Go back to sleep.

Oh, hold me, please.

I had a bad dream.

I thought someone was photographing me.

You're photographed all the time.

No, no, no.

She was right.

Each photo steals a part of my soul.

Each photo robs another part of me.

That's why I ran.

If I didn't, I would have vanished.

That's nonsense.

That's true.

Nobody is stealing your spirit.

They are.

Well, in that case, I'll protect you.

Forever?

Well, forever's a long time.

But for you, I'll make an exception.

[music playing]

Do you hear the music?

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Three sugars in the second one, Grace.

I cannot believe this.

This is not professional, to leave

the show after that just becauseof a few pictures of her.

Looks like white boy got lucky last night.

I haven't been lucky in six years.

Well, it's about time, then.

Thanks, Grace.

Guy could freeze hisbutt off tracking you down.

Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

You were always an asshole.

What do you want, Rhys?

You know.

Oh, congratulations.

Well, here's my rate card.

Duplicates for relatives are half off.

Let me know the happy date.

Maybe I'll be available.

They got the cops out, and therumor mill's churning overtime.

And every tabloid in town isout there, tracking her down.

And you want to find her first, right?

She's in there, isn't she?

I got no idea where she is.

I haven't seen her in six years.

Listen to me, McCabe.

You were good.

You were fucking good.

You were an artist, rightup there with the best.

And then, what, six years ago?

It stopped.

Yeah, well, my, uh art took another direction.

If she fucked you over goodonce, she'll do it again.

It's 50,000 for a layout.

You get her nude, the fee doubles.

I'll write the copy myself.

You're gonna go down, so what not

put a little money in your pocket?

If you don't get thepictures, someone else will.

Yeah, my coffee's getting cold.

Yeah, both of them.

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Why?

I can explain.

Why?

I can explain, Natasha.

I told you!

Natasha--

You don't understand.

I'm disappearing.

I'm losing myself.

I'm losing who I am. - Stop it.

This is crazy.

It's an Indian superstition.

You lied to me!

You said you'd protect me.

I will.

You get out of this.

How much are they paying you?

I took those photos to proveyou have nothing to fear.

Look at yourself.

You're fine.

You're still here!

You're blind.

Don't you understand?

You're blind.

It works both ways.

If you steal someone'ssoul, you become a thief.

You destroy yourself.

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Natasha!

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Natasha!

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There she is!

There she is! WOMAN: Natasha!

MAN: Natasha!

What was going on up there?

Who was that guy?

Stop!

WOMAN: [inaudible]!

You gonna marry him?

Come on, Natasha.

Natasha!

Where you running to?

Where you going? Come on, don't run.

Don't run.

Natasha!

What are you doing?

Natasha!

Did you get the pictures?

I want them now!

RICK: It wasn't like that.

It's not what happened.

MAN: Natasha, [inaudible].

Natasha!

What's happening?

MAN: What's happening?

[screaming]

RICK: I didn't want to believe her.

I thought she was babbling nonsense.

But in the end, she was right.

I took those photos, and I stole her soul.

And then I lost her forever.

She was right about something else.

She said something terriblewould happen to me, and it did.

She's gone, and what she left behind

is a hole that no booze andno dreams will ever fill.

It can't get more terrible than that.

[coughing]

A little-- well, what's the word?

Overexposed.

Let us just go into a darkroom and see what develops.

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