Character: Louis

- When I was a reporter attached to the infantry in Afghanistan - there was an interpreter... Pascal... Navigation was not his work, but he always wore the compass. His father came back in one piece from Vietnam and he said it was for luck. In this God-forsaken place, he said, "You have to believe in fate. She brought us together." How could I not fall in love with such a man? One time I went to the front with the battle group, Pascal gave me this compass for good luck, but that night the rebels captured. He was decapitated.
- Why you never told?
- Frankly - you always looked with a slight bias to my personal life.
- It is not.
- You think out of the ether I'm just a flighty socialite. You never thought to ask me why? Why drink, why drugs? Why an endless series of men? If you paid a bit of attention - you'd understand. Life is short and I don't believe in fate. I believe in distraction, I believe in work. I don't want to think about Pascal, on his knees, in a dirty room, begging for life. Today you pick up.
Louis, I'm so sorry...
- How many years have we been working together?
Eight.
- How many times have I asked you not to release the news?
One.
- Only once. For me the show is always more important, but this one time I thought our friendship was more important.