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He takes her hand. He doesn’t kiss it; he holds it, then places it against his cheek. He is shaking. "You're so young," he murmurs. She says nothing. The ferry docks. He asks, "Do you want to go to Cholon?" Cholon is Saigon’s Chinese quarter, a labyrinth of narrow streets, opium dens, and shuttered rooms. She knows what he is asking. She says yes.

On a rickety ferry chugging across that river, a young French girl stands alone. She is fifteen—though she looks older, or perhaps younger, in her frayed cotton dress and a pair of worn, gold-sequined high heels that are too grown-up for her. Her name is never spoken in the film. She is simply the girl . She wears a man’s fedora, a soft, pinkish-beige, pulled down over her eyes. It is a defiant act, a costume of poverty trying to pass as bohemian chic. She is returning by bus from her boarding school in the countryside to her family’s decaying villa in Saigon. the lover 1992 full movie

Across the crowded deck of the ferry, a black luxury limousine gleams like a polished beetle in the sun. Inside the back seat, a man watches her. He is a Chinese businessman, the son of a millionaire. He is around thirty-two years old, impeccably dressed in a white silk suit, his hands soft, his gaze nervous and hungry. His name is known only as the Chinaman (played with exquisite vulnerability by Tony Leung Ka-fai). He takes her hand

She does take his money. In a shocking, devastating scene, the family forces the girl to let the Chinaman pay for her younger brother’s gambling debts. The elder brother, with a casual, chilling violence, reminds her of her place: she is the family’s bargaining chip, their whore. The girl silently endures, her eyes hollow. "You're so young," he murmurs

He takes her to a dark, shuttered apartment on a dingy street in Cholon. It is his secret place, paid for with his family’s money, a sanctuary of shadows and silence. The only light filters through wooden slats, striping the floor and the enormous, low bed. The air is heavy with dust, incense, and the distant murmur of the street.