Gordon Douglas:
Will you stop taking me for an idiot.
Barbara Orst:
Leave me alone.
Gordon Douglas:
I want you to tell me tell me the truth. That melody you keep on playing reminds you of someone. Tell me the truth... admit you have a lover and that you're crazy about him. You must tell me the truth. I know you have a lover. Admit it. You're just a hypocrite. I know you wrote that sonata for your lover. Don't try to deny it.
Barbara Orst:
You're just imagining it. You know it's not that. The sonata is a memory from a forgotten past, Gordon.
Gordon Douglas:
So! You admit it. You whore!
[slaps her]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:40