| Characters: | Deckard, Zhora |   |
| Location: | Ms Salome's dressing room | |
| Duration: | 2''18' | |
 English
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French |
Script :
[ Miss Salome's dressing room. ]
Repeated in background: Nanka hen-na mon nokocchattaze. [ Japanese for: "Something strange has been left." ]
Deckard: Excuse me, Ms. Salome, can I talk to you for a minute? I'm from the American Federation of Variety Artists.
Zhora: Oh, yeah?
Deckard: I'm not here to make you join. No ma'am. That's not my department. Actually, uh. I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.
Zhora: Committee of Moral Abuses?
Deckard: Yes, ma'am. There's been some reports that the management has been taking liberties with the artists in this place.
Zhora: I don't know nothing about it.
Deckard: Have you felt yourself to be exploited in any way?
Zhora: How do you mean, exploited?
Deckard: Well, like to get this job. I mean, did you do, or-- or were you asked to do anything that's lewd or unsavory or otherwise, uh, repulsive to your person, huh?
Zhora: Ha. Are you for real?
Deckard: Oh yeah. I'd like to check your dressing room if I may.
Zhora: For what?
Deckard: For, uh, for holes.
Zhora: Holes?
Deckard: Well you -- you'd be surprised what a guy'd go through to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.
Zhora: No, I wouldn't.
Deckard: Little, uh, dirty holes they, uh, drill in the wall so they can watch a lady undress. [ pause ] Is this a real snake?
Zhora: Of course it's not real. Do you think I'd be working in a place like this if I could afford a real snake? [ pause ] So if somebody does try to exploit me, who do I go to about it?
Deckard: Me.
Zhora: You're a dedicated man. Dry me.
[ Fight and chase ]
