Bondage (2015) - full transcript

(dramatic music)

(knocking on door)

(man groaning)

- Oh, it hurts.
- You think that hurts?

- [Mistress] Well, that's better.

- [Man] No, not that, Mistress.

- [Woman] Always brand new
bills, must be a banker.

- [Terri] He doesn't like money
lots of people have touched.

- [Man] Mistress stop, please.

I beg you.
- Like that?

- [Man] Yes, please.



- [Mistress] Will it work?

- [Man] No.

- [Mistress] Do you like that?

I did because it was shy.
- Ow, my penis!

- [Woman] Here are the keys.
He is one funky monkey, honey.

(dramatic music)

- [Mistress] Shut up!

- [Man] What am I today?

- [Terri] Today?

You're a man, a Chinese man.

But don't bother with
that Asian dialect crap.

I find it demeaning.

- [Man] Chinese man.

Ooh, all right.



And who are you?

- [Terri] Me, I'm a blonde woman.

(cat meowing)

- [Man] I feel very vulnerable.

- [Terri] Oh, you should.

I picked these roles
for a reason, you know.

We'll call you Wong.

Mark Wong.

And me, I'm Tiffany Walker.

I've seen you staring at
me from behind the windows

of your engineering laboratory,

from behind those horn rimmed glasses.

Why don't you just come right
out and try to pick me up?

You know,

whisper something offensive in my ear.

Or, are you not man enough?

(Mark groaning)

- I've been trying to approach
you in my own fashion.

(stammering)

- What?

- But you're a blonde and I'm Chinese,

it's not so easy to know if
it's okay for me to love you.

- Oh, come on.

It's 1999, for a Chinese
man to love a white woman,

what could be so wrong about that?

- That's great, you really feel that way?

Let me just declare it to your face.

I love-

- I'm probably not going to love you,

Mark.

I really appreciate you helping me study

for my physics midterm.

But, oh, I don't know.

What can I say?

I'm just, I'm not attracted to you.

- 'Cause I'm Chinese?

- Oh, no, oh, heavens no,

I would never be prejudiced
against an Oriental.

But,

(Mark groaning)

how can we get excited about a boy

who fulfills my mother's fantasies?

No, no, I'm looking for a man.

Someone who reminds me of my father.

Someone I can regret later in life.

- Ooh.

(Mark groaning)

So you're not attracted
to me because I'm Chinese?

- Oh, why are you Orientals
so relentlessly logical?

- You know, it doesn't hurt me

that you're not in love with me.

- Why not?

- Because I never said I love you either.

- You didn't?

(laughing)

- Nope, nope, nope.

- That's bullshit.

I heard you open yourself up
to ridicule and humiliation.

- I came close, I said I
love, but then you cut me off.

- Well, that's my prerogative.

I'm the dominatrix, you're the client.

- Well, maybe I was gonna say

I love the smell of fresh baked apple pie

in the afternoon.
- That's a goddamn lie.

- You cut me off mid sentence.

- It does sound like
something I would enjoy doing.

Dammit, I'm always too eager
to assert my superiority.

It's an occupational hazard.

God, I'm having a rotten day.

- Terri.

- Mistress Terri.

- Mistress Terri.

I really wasn't gonna say that

I love the smell of apple pie.

Now you can whip me for lying to you.

- Well, I'm not about to take charity

from my submissives, thank you.

That's one good way to get
laughed out of this profession.

I just need a moment.

Oh my God, wouldn't it be great

if they had coffee makers in here?

- Look, do what you want.

I'm a Mexican male, you're
an Indonesian, whatever.

You feeling okay?

- Of course I am.

It just hurts a girl's
confidence to stumble like that,

with me in my stronger position
and you in your weakest.

- Why are you in such a strong position?

- I was a blonde,

you, an Oriental.

I mean, easy target.

It's the kinda roles I choose

when I feel like phoning it in.

Shit, now I'm giving away trade secrets.

- Asian, Asian-Americans.

- I have to be politically correct too?

- Look, let's just pretend.

Pretend that I did say I love you.

You know, just to get us past this hump.

- So we're gonna pretend
something happened in a fantasy,

even though it didn't actually happen?

- What? Everything we do here is pretend.

I mean, we just play out
these roles until one of us

gets the upper hand.

- Until I get the upper hand.

(exhaling)

(laughing)

I like power.

- [Mark] So do I.

- You will never win.

- Try not to break down again

in the middle of the fantasy.

- Fuck you!

- It sorta, you know, breaks the mood.

- Well, I'm sorry.

You know, I've had a really rotten day.

I've been working very long hours.

- Don't, this is a fantasy palace.

So goddammit, start fantasizing.

- You know, I have half a mind

to take off this mask and
show you who I really am.

(growling)

- If you do that, you
know I will never ever

come back here again.

- Ooh, scary.

What, do you imagine I might actually have

real feelings for you?

- I don't imagine anything

but what I pay you to make me imagine.

Now, would you pick up that
bowl and feed me dog food?

(barking and panting)

- Gravy, doesn't it smell so good?

(barking and whimpering)

Come and get it.

You little maggot.

(crying)

You said you loved me, Mark Wong.

- Why aren't I sexy enough for you?

(laughing)

Maybe I'm someone completely different

from what you imagined,
someone with a touch of evil.

Someone who doesn't study for exams.

- Oh, so like you get As regardless

because you're such a brainiac?

- No, no, I have a terrible
average in school, D minus.

- What are you, a mutant?

- I hang out with a very
dangerous element at school.

We smoke in spite of the
Surgeon General's warning.

What if I take you up to
the lake around midnight

and showed you some tricks?

Do you find all this a
lot more interesting?

- I wasn't really planning
on getting involved

with someone so greasy.

- No, no, not greasy, dangerous.

Like, dangerous, goddammit.

- Oh, wait, I am certainly
not going to go out with a man

from the Chinese mafia.

- What, did I say anything
about the Chinese mafia?

- What are you gonna do now?

'Cause I've seen the movies.

Rape me with your friends?

- What?

- 'Cause you Chinatown pipsqueaks

never can't get a white
woman of her own free will.

And even when you do take her by force

it still needs more than one
of you to get the job done.

Personally, I think it's just an excuse

for you to feel up your buddies.

- Oh, God, stop, cut.

I said vaguely bad.

- Yeah, corrupting the
moral fiber of our nation

with your evil foreign influences.

- Vaguely bad does not make
me a hitman for the Tong.

- Well then what are you, a Viet Cong?

Oh my God, that's like so much better.

I really wanna sleep with you now.

- No, that's even more evil.

- Imprison our blonde
haired, blue eyed, Iowa boys.

- [Mark] No, no, no, less evil.

(Mark screaming)

- Neck deep in leach filled waters.

- No, less evil, less evil.

- Make up your goddamn mind.

You know, indecision in a sadomasochist

is a sign of poor mental health.

- No, I'm not a Viet Cong.

- Well then you're a nerd, like I said.

(electricity surging)

- Ow!

Ow!

- Would you just, it's nine volts, wimp.

- No, no, I'm, I'm...

- We're waiting.

(electricity surging)

- I'm evil, I'm evil!

- Jeez, you know, dick for brains,

I can't create a fantasy out
of solely negative images.

- No, is there something in between?

I mean, someone delinquent
enough to be sexy,

but without also being
responsible for the deaths

of thousands of U.S. serviceman?

- Look, this is a nice
American fantasy parlor.

We deal in basic mainstream images.

If you want something kinky,

I suggest you go to a specialty
house in Beverly Hills

that caters to wealthy
European degenerates.

Now they're weird.

- Would you find me
sexy if I was Bruce Lee?

Yeah, what if I was Bruce Lee.

- You mean like, "Hiya!" "I wuv you."

(Terri laughing)

Any other ideas?

Or do you admit no woman
ever love you, Mark Wong?

- I'm defeated, I'm humiliated, I'm fried.

- Well, don't complain you
didn't get your money's worth.

I think now, I'll mount you doggie style.

You would like that, wouldn't you?

- Wait, you haven't
humiliated me completely.

- Oh, I'd be more than
happy to finish the job.

Just unlace that suit.

- I still never said I loved you.

See, you've made a mistake
before, I did you a favor,

but now, I'm taking it back.

- [Terri] Oh, you are
really asking for it.

- Ouch.

- Ow, I'm not a masochist,
no matter how this looks.

I mean, sure, I let you beat me,

treat me as less than a man.

- When you're lucky.

- But I still never said I
love you, not without a fight.

To say I love you is the
ultimate humiliation.

- Oh, I always pry those
words from your lips

sooner or later.

- Not today, you won't.

- Oh, look, Mark's putting
up his wittle fight, oh.

(cat meowing)

Why is it so easy to get
Mark to say he loves me?

(cat meowing)

Could it be perhaps,
because he actually does?

- Maybe you want me to
be in love with you.

Could that be it?

- Eat me.

Here, now!

- You haven't beaten me down, not yet.

Someday I'll reject you for loving me.

And then I'll mount you doggie style.

- You can't dominate me.

I'm a trained professional.

- Maybe I'll take up a trick

or two.
- I am at this

six days a week,
- Practicing

in my spare time.
- six hours a day.

Yeah, with your pathetic
employees in some office.

They are paid to humiliate
themselves before you.

I am paid to humiliate you.

And I still believe

in the good old-fashioned
American work ethic.

Now, enough talking everything to death.

Okay.

You're a white man.

And me,

I'm a black woman.

- African-American.

- Excuse me,

you trying to tell me
what I should call myself?

What, is this another one of our rights

you're just dying to take away?

- I saw you standing there,
and I thought to myself,

what a very intelligent woman.

(laughing)

- What did they do, issue
you boys a friggin' handbook?

- [Mark] What?

- You know, for all you white devils

who like to do your hunting a
little off the beaten track.

'Cause you've all got the same line.

You always start talking
about our minds, and then,

you give us this look like we're
supposed to be so grateful.

(upbeat drum music)

Aren't you surprised, ain't I sensitive?

Don't you wanna oil up your body

and dance naked to James Brown?

- All I said was I find you attractive.

Now, if you can't deal with that,

maybe you're the one who's prejudiced.

- White people, every time
you don't get what you want

you start screaming reverse racism.

- Would you be so derisive
if I was a black man?

- Oh, you mean African-American, stud.

- Your own men, they take
you for granted, don't they?

I would be a little more open minded

if you don't want to end up

like the 40% of black women over 30

who will never ever get
married in their lifetime.

- Who the fuck do you think you are?

You trying to intimidate me

into holding up pasty white hand of yours?

You trying to drive a wedge
through our community?

- No, I was just trying to say

that they're playing basic-
- You say that

you were attracted to my intelligence,

but I saw you checking out
a lot more than my eyes.

- Well, you do seem sensuous.

- Oh, sensuous.

Well, I can respect a
man who tells the truth.

- Why, that's a very
tight outfit you have on.

- Ooh slinky, perhaps.

- And when you speak your lips.

- They're round and full
without the aid o' collagen.

- And then, when you
walk, the way you move.

- Ooh, like a panther, sleek and sassy.

Growling.

- Through the wild.

- Ooh, don't you mean jungle?

- No. Wait,

wait.
- Because I'm so wild, right?

(whip cracking)

Just sun blazing, the drums
beating in the distance.

Just pounding, pounding,
pounding, pounding,

pounding, pounding, pounding,
pounding, pounding, pounding.

That's new to me?

- No, no, you're putting
words in my mouth.

- No, I'm just pulling them
out, you scummy liberal.

What good is that handbook now?

Oh, did you forget?

Forget that you're only
supposed to talk about my mind.

- [Mark] Ow!

(panting)

- Forget that a liberal

- [Mark] No, stop.

- must never

- [Mark] What are you doing?

- reveal

what's really going on in his mind.

- No, don't cut the ropes.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, mistress.

- On your knees, liberal.

- Okay.

Okay.

(upbeat drum music continues)

- You wanted to have a
little fun, didn't you?

The wild, dark woman

whose passions drown out her inhibitions?

Well, here's your passion.

(Mark groaning)

- I didn't mean to offend you.

- Yeah, you just couldn't
help it, could you?

Suck it!

Like the lily white, mothers
milk fed baby boy you are.

(Mark grunting)

- That statistic about black
women never getting married,

what, did you study up
for today's session?

Admit it, white worm,

or I'm gonna have to spank
that little butt purple.

- That statistic, it was just...

- Just what?

- Just street knowledge.

- Street knowledge?

Liar!

- [Mark] Oh, God.

- Don't you know, you
will never defeat me?

Look, this is your game
to play all the races.

Me, I've already become all races.

You came to the wrong
place, dick for brains.

Behind this makeup live
the intimate experiences

of ethnic groups that
have not even been born.

Get up, you deserve real punishment.

- Can I become Chinese again?

- You know, we're not in the practice

of taking requests from the customers.

- I don't want you to go easy on me.

Pull the chains tight.

- That's the terrible
problem with masochists.

You never know whether being cruel

is actually the ultimate kindness.

(cat meowing)

You want to be the lowest of the low?

(Terri laughing)

Then beg for it.

- I desire to be the lowest of all men.

- Why?

- Because my existence is
an embarrassment to women.

- Why is that?

- Because my mind is dirty.

Filled with hateful thoughts against them.

Threats that my weakling
body can't make good on.

- And is that why you desire punishment?

- Yes, I desire punishment.

- But you will never dominate
your mistress, will you?

Will you?

You saw me stumble earlier tonight,

you got a little thrill of exhilaration,

however short lived
with your 40% statistic.

God, it pisses me off more than anything

to see hope in a man's eyes.

It's always the final step before rape.

Well, it's time to nip hope in the bud.

Okay, you can be your Chinese man.

And me,

I'll be Asian too.

(dramatic music)

Have you been staring at me

from across the office, Mark Wong?

- Who, me?

- Well, I don't see
anybody else in the room.

- Well, I must admit-

- What?

- You're very attractive.

- Oh, well it's good
to admit these things.

Don't you feel better already?

- Yeah.

- Because you have been staring at me

from across the office, haven't you?

- Well, maybe.

- Oh, you don't mean maybe.

- Well, my eyes can't help but notice.

- You mean.

♪ Yes sir, that's my baby ♪

The only other Asian-American
in this office.

- It does seem like we
have a lot in common.

- Like what?

- Like, where are your parents from?

- Well, mom's from Chicago,
Dad's from Stockton.

- Oh.

- Well, you didn't think

I was gonna say Hong Kong
or Hiroshima, did you?

No, because that would be a stereotype.

Why, are you a foreigner?

- No.

- Well, I didn't necessarily think so.

- No, no, I was born and raised
right here in Los Angeles.

- Well, when you ask a question
like that I'm not sure.

- Queen of Angels Hospital, go Dodgers.

- Hmm.

Well, what else do you imagine

we might have in common, homeboy?

- Do you ever feel like
people are pigeonholing you,

or stereotyping you, or?

- Well, there is a certain group of people

that does categorize me,
now that you mention it.

- So you do understand.

- Asian men.

Asian men who believe that
just because we shared a space

in a genetic pond millions of years ago,

that I'm suddenly their property

as soon as I walk into
a room, or an office.

(dramatic music continues)

Now get this straight,

I'm not interested in you, okay?

In fact, I'm generally not
attracted to Asian men.

- Don't you think that's
a little prejudiced

against your own people?

I mean, I met this black
woman a few minutes ago,

she seemed to support her brothers.

- Well, her brothers are
probably a lot cuter than mine.

Look, it's a free country,
why don't you do the same?

Date a Caucasian woman.

- I tried that too, a
couple of women back.

- Well, I'll tell you why you don't,

because all you Asian men are alike.

You are looking for someone
who's liked your mother!

Someone who will smile
at your lousiest jokes,

and spoon rice into your
bowl while you sit and grunt.

(Mark groaning)

- Ooh.

- Well, I'm not about to date anyone

that even remotely
reminds me of my father.

- But, how, how can I win here?

- Oh, it's simple, you can't.

Asian men have been oppressing
their women for centuries.

Now, they're paying the price
by being passed over for dates

in favor of dorky white men.

- I mean, why should my love life suffer

for crimes that I didn't even commit?

I'm an American!

- Oh, this is 1999, every
successful Asian woman

walks in on the arm of a white man.

(machine whirring)

- Whoa!

What about Latinos or Italian
men, aren't they sexist?

- Personally, I would
categorize them as macho.

- Macho, and Asian men aren't?

- No, you're just assholes.

(machine whirring)

- Oh, mama!

Mama, okay, all right.

You cannot reject me on
such faulty reasoning.

- Oh, I can reject you for
whatever reason I want.

That's what makes courtship so exciting.

- No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no!

Oh, oh God, oh!

- It seems obvious now, doesn't
it, how you feel about me?

- [Mark] No, it doesn't.

- Oh, come on, admit it.

Whether blonde, black,
or Asian, you, what?

- I find you attractive.

- Give it up!

- I love you!

- Oh, why young man,

I had no idea.
- Don't do that yet,

though I had just found you attractive,

I don't care about you at all.

(machine whirring)

Ow!

Oh my God.

(Mark panting)

What is wrong with you?

- I'm sorry, but I can never
return your affections.

In fact, your feelings offend me.

So I have no choice but to punish you.

- Okay.

You win!

- Say it again.

- You win again.

(whip cracking)

- Say it again, like you mean it.

- Okay, you win!

- The other part.

- Mistress Terri, I love you.

- More believable.

The last thing anyone wants
is an apathetic slave.

- I love you more than any woman.

- Or man.

- [Mark] Or any creature, or any bunny,

or any part of my own body.

I love you, that's how much I love you.

- You're still not doing it right, dammit.

- I'm like, screaming
it like I usually do.

I was getting a little
poetic there, but, you know.

- It's just not good enough.

You're not good enough.

How can you even talk about love

when you can't approach me
like a normal human being?

You have to hide behind masks
and these ridiculous roles.

- You're patronizing me.

Don't.

(scoffing)

Put these shackles on me.

- Patronizing?

No, no, no, I've been patronizing you.

Today, I can't even keep up the charade.

- This is totally against
all the rules of the house.

- Rules? Shit.

Sadism is an art, not a science.

So beg for more pain.

Beg me to tell you about yourself.

- No!

(Mark scoffing)

If I'm defeated, I must
accept my punishment.

- Get your hands off of that!

Stand like a man and beg
me to tell you who you are.

- You've never done
anything like this before.

- Well, that's why I'm so good at my job.

I don't allow cruelty
to drift into routine.

Now beg.

- Mistress Terri, will you
please tell me who I really am?

- You wanna know really bad, don't you?

- No!

- Well, in the language of sadomasochism,

no, almost always means yes.

- No, no, no, no, no.

No!

You think I'm some kind of
emotional weakling don't you?

That I'm only here because
I can't face the real world

of women out there?

- Well, that would be a
fairly good description

of all our clients.

- Maybe I'm a lot more
clever than you think.

Have you been out there?

The rules out there are set up
so that we are bound to lose.

- And the rules in here
are so much better?

- In here the rules protect me from harm.

Out there my face is exposed.

In here, when I'm rejected,
beat down, humiliated,

it's not me.

I have no identifying features.

I'm no longer human.

That's why I'm not pathetic to come here,

because, someday I am going to beat you.

And on that day my skin
will have become so thick

that it will be impenetrable to harm.

And I won't need to mask
anymore to hide my face.

And I will become lost in the armor.

Okay, I bend to your will
again, you defeated me.

So strap me up, punish me.

- Why all these fantasies about race?

- [Mark] Please, enough!

- What race are you anyway?

- What if we talked
about your personal life?

How would you like that?

- Is that what you want?

- No.

- Is that a no, no, or yes, no?

- Yes, no, goddammit, I
paid for my punishment,

now give it to me.

- Punishment is by definition something

the victim does not appreciate.

The fact that you express

such a strong preference for the whip

practically compels me not to use it.

No, I think I would prefer to kill you

with kindness.

(Mark gasping)

- Please, that's not what I want.

- Are you certain?

Perhaps I feel something for you.

After all, you have made me very angry.

So maybe you're a white
man, I'm a white woman.

There's nothing mysterious.

No racial considerations whatsoever.

- That's too easy.

I mean, there's no reason
you wouldn't love me

under those circumstances.

- Are you kidding?

You do not have to be an ethnic minority

to have a love life that sucks.

- But, there's no natural
barrier between us.

- Oh baby, you haven't
dated many white women

as a white man lately.

So, Mark Walker,

Mark Walker,

do you have a problem
with interracial love?

- Whatever gave you that idea?

- Well, you remind me of
this man I see sometimes

who belongs to all races and none at all.

I never met anyone like him before.

- I'm a white man.

Why wouldn't I have problems?

This whole world is changing
around me so quickly

I don't even know whose
country it is anymore.

I can't hardly open my mouth

without wondering if
I'm offending someone.

If I'm secretly revealing
to everyone but myself

some hidden hatred, some
desire to strike back.

Okay, let the feminists rule the place.

We'll call it the United
States of Amazonia,

or the Chinese, or the gays,

if I could just figure
out who was in charge

then I'd know where I stand.

- You want to hear about yourself.

You've been begging for it
for so long, in so many ways.

- How do you know that
anything of what I just said

was actually truthful?

What makes you so sure
I'm really a white man?

- Well, I'm not.

but after all these months,
I wouldn't care to guess.

So let's just say you're a man!

And you're frightened, and
you've been ill used in love.

And you cling to the hope
that power over a woman

will blunt her ability to harm you

while all the time you're tormented

by the growing fear that your
hunger will never be satisfied

with the milk of cruelty.

I know, I've been in your place.

- You've been a man, what do you mean?

- You tell me!

Fight back!

Tell me about me.

And make me love

every second of it.

- All right. Yes.

- Yes, who?

- Yes, Mistress Terri.

- Yes, who?

- Yes,

whoever you are,

a woman who's tried hard to hate men

for what they've done to her,

but who can't quite convince herself.

- Is that what you think?

Tell me more.

- You went out into the
world after college, I think,

I think you went to college-

- It doesn't matter.

- It didn't turn out the
way that you planned.

Rejection hung in the air all around you.

Maybe you were harassed
at work, maybe even raped.

- Doesn't matter. Specifics never matter.

- And then you found yourself here,

behind the offices of
"The Hollywood Star."

Something, roomfuls of
men begging to be punished

for the way that they act out there.

Wanting you to even the score,

and you thought to yourself,

"This is a world that I can call my own."

- And so I learned what
it feels like to be a man.

To labor breathlessly, accumulating power.

While all the while it's
daunting, how tiring,

what a burden, how numbing
it is to actually possess.

The touch of power is like cold metal.

You slowly destroy yourself.

Unless, one day

you choose to try something
completely different.

- Wait, stop! What are you doing?

- It's a new game, Mark.

A new ethnic game, the kind you like.

- We cannot play without costumes.

- Oh, but this is the wildest
interracial fantasy of all.

It's called two hearts
meeting in a bondage parlor

on the outskirts of Encino
with skins more alike than not.

Haven't we met before?

Oh, I'm certain we have.

You're the one who came into my chamber

wanting to play all the races.

- Why are you doing this to me?

I'm the customer here.

- No, your time is up.

- Then shouldn't I be going?

- If you'd like, but I'm
certain we've met before.

I found it so interesting,
so different, your fantasy.

I've always been a good
student, a diligent employee,

so, I tried to understand the races

I never thought of as my own.

And then, what happened?

- You're asking me?

- Oh, come on, I'll start you off.

I have a box in my closet.

- In which you keep all
the research you've done?

For me?

Every magazine article,
every newspaper clipping,

the weeks of transcripts of Oprah.

Your eyes are drawn to the headlines.

Blacks against Jews in Crown Heights.

The rise of Neo Nazism in
Marseille, and in Orange County.

And then further, that
mass murderer in Canada

who said that the feminists made me do it.

You became a collector
of all the rejection

and the rage in the world.

Am I on the right track?

- Is that what you've been doing?

- And that box, that
box is overflowing now.

The clippings, they slide
out from beneath the door.

And you looked at it,

you looked at it, maybe this morning,

and you thought the box is full.

And you began to stumble.

And you thought that there was
nothing here for you anymore.

- Well, if you say it, it must be true.

- Is it?

- I'm prepared to turn in my uniform

and start again from here.

- You're quitting your job?

- The masks don't work.

The leather is pointless.

I'm giving notice as we speak.

- [Woman] Shit.

- What about your hatred of men?

It served you so well,

are you really just gonna let all that go?

- I've been a man, I've been a woman,

I've been colorful and colorless,

and now I'm tired of hating myself.

- But, what about me?

I don't think I can leave
you, not after all this time.

- Then stay.

And strip as lovers often do.

- I wonder about the coming millennium.

Just seems that every
label has to be rewritten.

Every assumption re-examined,
every association redefined.

The rules that governed behavior

in the old era are crumbling.

And the ones of the time you have to come,

and you have to be written.

You are so beautiful.

- Even without the metal and latex?

- You look

soft and warm, and gentle to the touch.

- I'm about to remove my mask.

(Mark wincing)

- There is one thing that I
never managed to achieve here.

I never managed to defeat you.

- You understood me.

Shouldn't I be the one
who's more frightened?

But the customer is always right.

So, come here.

- Yes, Mistress Terri.

- This is my final command.

Take off my mask!

You know you want to, admit it.

- Yes, yes, I do.

- The moment you remove this mask

I will be completely exposed.

You'll have your victory

and I'll fly off over the battlefield.

Congratulations,

and goodbye.

You disobeyed me!

- I love you.

- I think you're beautiful too.

At a time like this, I
can't help but wonder

if all of this was necessary?

- I was afraid, I was an Asian man.

- And I was a woman of any nationality.

- Why are we speaking as if those facts

were somehow behind us?

- We have decided to move beyond

the world of fantasy, haven't we?

- Tell me the truth,

would you have dated me if
I had come to you like this?

- Well, who knows,

this is the end of the
millennium, anything's possible.

(cat meowing)

(steel clanking)

(dramatic music)

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