Yes, you do. Or you wouldn't have asked about the nickel

Monroe Stahr:

Listen. [He comes out from behind his desk] Monroe Stahr:
Has your office got a stove in it that lights with a match? Boxley:
I think so. Monroe Stahr:
Suppose you're in your office. You've been "fighting duels" all day. [He throws up his hands wildly] Monroe Stahr:
You're exhausted. [He throws himself down at a table] Monroe Stahr:
This is you. [Stahr points to the door] Monroe Stahr:
A girl comes in. She doesn't see you. She takes off her gloves. She opens her purse. She dumps it out on the table. [Stahr pantomimes the action] Monroe Stahr:
You watch her. This is you. [He looks out of the corner of his eye] Monroe Stahr:
Now... She has two dimes, a matchbox, and a nickel. [He bounces nickel on the tabletop] Monroe Stahr:
She leaves the nickel on the table. She puts the two dimes back into her purse. She takes the gloves... they're black. [Stahr kneels on the floor] Monroe Stahr:
Puts them into the stove. Lights a match. [He blows out an imaginary match] Monroe Stahr:
Suddenly, the telephone rings. She picks it up. She listens. She says, "l've never owned a pair of black gloves in my life!" [Stahr slams down the receiver] Monroe Stahr:
She hangs up. Kneels by the stove. Lights another match. Suddenly, you notice... [He abruptly points] Monroe Stahr:
There's another man in the room! Watching every move the girl makes. [Stahr sits back down, behind his desk once more, and smiles triumphantly] Boxley:
[asking as if against his will]
What happens? Monroe Stahr:
l don't know. l was just making pictures. Boxley:
What... what was the nickel for? Monroe Stahr:
Jane, what was The nickel for? Stahr's Secretary:
The nickel was for the movies. Boxley:
What do you pay me for? I don't understand the damn stuff. Monroe Stahr:
Yes, you do. Or you wouldn't have asked about The nickel