— Do you like it?
— So say it.
— I like it.
— Not thirsty?
— You know, a girl’s first time is very important.
— It determines the rest of her life sexually.
— I read that once in one of my sister’s magazines.
— My girlfriends told me they hated their first experience.
— That’s because they didn’t love the guys.
— They just did it to show off.
— Afterwards, they started liking it, like cigarettes.
— Will I like it the first time?
— Mathilda, no.
— Why not?
— I just can’t.
— You love someone else?
— I mean…
— There was someone a long time ago.
— Before I came to the States.
— Her father didn’t want her to see me.
— She was from a very respectable family.
— Mine was…
— you know…
— not so respectable.
— Her dad went nuts every time she’d take off to see me.
— She still snuck off to see you, right?
— See, nothing can stop love, Leon.
— He killed her.
— One shot through the head.
— They kept him in jail for two days, and they let him gofree.
— They said it was an accident.
— one night I…
— waited for him.
— Five hundred feet with a lens.
— He also had an accident.
— The same night I took a boat and came here…
— to meet up with my father who was working for Tony.
— I was 19.
— Since then I’ve never left the city, and…
— I’ve never had another girlfriend.
— You see, Mathilda…
— I wouldn’t be a good lover.
— Would you do me one favor?
— I’m sick of watching you sleep on your chair.
— We’re gonna share the bed.
— I don’t think it’s a good idea.
— It’s okay.
— Put your legs up on the bed.
— Yeah. That’s nice.
— Put your head down.
— It’s okay. Relax.
— Good night, Leon.
— Good night