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Look at my hair.

If I broke the skin, I'd have to break a
pint of rust in it.

I'm afraid it is quite some time since
they were opened.

And this could do with a bit of worm
powder and all.

That's what worries me, baby. We smell
of neglect.

Like stale armpits.

You know what I mean?

Sure, once the windows are... a little
fresh air will make a considerable

difference.

Me? I said, what do you think, baby?

Well, out to lunch, and we... Amber!

What do you call it, that feeling?

You know, when you think you've been
here before?

When you... Well, you know, that little
creepy.

Creepy is definitely the word, baby.

Want to try it out?

Oh, this is great.

Incidentally, there's good evidence that
Charles Dickens and Lewis Carroll slept

in this very room.

Together?

I beg your pardon?

I know I've dreamt about this place or
something.

Oh, James, he's got that. Oh, it's well
good. It's too big. It's too crummy.

Oh, Daddy.

Pretty good.

You can come if you like.

Sorry? I'll stop it if you want to come,
yeah?

To Sugar Daddy.

Sugar Daddy.

Hey,

you got no idea what we just toasted
here. Well, no, I'm sorry.

Sugar Daddy is my film.

I'm producing it at Sheppard, and that's
what we're here for. Bob there wrote it.

Yeah, seven times I wrote it.

And it's almost right.

You must excuse the profound ignorance
and antiques a listener has in these

matters. I'm afraid I only really like
old films.

They stay in the mind, don't they?

Those old films?

The last picture I really appreciated
had a rather likeable animal called

Lassie in it.

A cute canine. Yeah, I'd like a scripted
Lassie.

Great dialogue, huh?

Woof.

Peak moment.

Woof, woof. Yeah, well, don't look at my
wife when you bark, fella.

Pop can't help it. Well, no real man can
help it, Ed.

Just look at her.

She makes you tingle where it counts.

Right, Henry?

Yeah, but don't give me a part in your
bloody film, does it?

Not that again, honey.

You're an actress, Mrs. Boyce? Yeah.

She's a hyphenate.

Actress slash model.

It's in the blood, right, honey?

Piss off.

This house... We don't belong in it, do
we?

Is that what you meant?

No, no.

It has a previous connection.

It was once the threat for Wuthering
Heights, right?

Yeah. Who wrote that?

No, it was used for the filming of
Smokering.

Almost 30 years ago.

Sounds like a cigarette commercial.

Starring Mandy Mason?

A condom commercial.

It was the only other time that Lady
Sightman was let out of this place.

I was a rather raw young man just down
from Huddersfield.

Rather naive.

I was a junior in the office that I now
am.

But I remember handling the... Christ.

I told you, we don't need this place.

Have I said the wrong thing?

Mandy Mason.

She was... Everyone used to sort of
snigger or...

I'm Andy Mason.

Stand, please.

My God.

This is that wind.

What is it? A horizon or something? It's
air. Just a lot of air.

Okay,

okay, it's a joke, right?

Sometimes it goes on for days and days

What ever happened to her?

Mandy Mason.

Wasn't there a... Oh, quite a scandal,
yes.

My God, what happened to her?

Mandy Mason.

Whore.

Bitch.

Sickhead. Nympho.

Isn't that something? Isn't that just
great?

Can I tell you something else, too?

Bob?

You've got that long flight tomorrow.

Christ, how I hate L.A. Don't shit on my
doorstep.

Hey, hey.

Because your scoop is not big enough,
fella. I wouldn't bother to scoop it up,

James. It could bloody well stay there.

Time even shit dries, huh?

Hmm?

Oh, what's the rush, old chap?

Rush? No, it's, well...

Well, the clock marches on and there's
something on the television I'd rather

like.

Don't you know?

Don't you realise what they're showing
again tonight, the BBC?

Ah, don't tell me.

Snooker.

Smoke rings.

You're kidding.

No, it's what they call the midnight
movie and I'd rather like to... Smoke

rings.

Leave it. I'm afraid so and it's
something that I'm rather fond of. I've

seen it many times.

Would it be more like... You're

right.

You're right.

It's the same house.

Mrs Moray?

No tea, no biscuits.

I always have my tea at this time of the
morning, do I not? As the market clock

strikes eleven.

Yes.

What time do I have my single glass of
whiskey?

Quarter to six, Mr Harris.

And I never drink in the mornings, do I?

No, sir.

A creature of precise and well-ordered
habit, Mrs Moray.

Statement in the pie on a Tuesday,
grilled fish on a Friday, lamb chops on

a Saturday. Bah!

And I always, always put my left shoe on
first.

My well-polished shoe.

Are you all right, Mr. Harris?

I can see what's happening to me.

As clearly as though I were watching
myself in a film.

I'm sorry, I... I don't understand. No.

Neither do I.

Any calls?

I'm in a meeting.

It's there, I think. The calm.

This would do a lot of damage, wouldn't
it?

If he was under it.

Not half me.

Mrs.

No.

And there was me about to ask if your
mum was home.

Me, ma'am? What do you mean?

I mean... I'm sorry. I didn't mean
nothing.

Well, keep your eyes on your head, then.

you doing coming here?

Amber Boyce speaking. I'm afraid James
isn't here. Can I take a message?

It's Henry Harris, Mrs. Boyce, the
antique solicitor from last night.

Amber,

not Mrs.

Of course.

Please.

They can only send you the one man,
which is unfortunate.

But they say it's the worst storm since
the big gale of 87.

Um, well, I... I just wanted to make
sure.

And, Amber, if there's ever anything,
anything at all, anything whatsoever...

What? I mean... I hope you're well.

Yeah, of course I am.

Yeah.

Bye-bye, then.

Goodbye.

For now.

Mandy. All work and no play. Made
somebody a dull boy, didn't it, Barney?

What are you getting at?

Oh,

I can play all right.

What sort of game?

Your sort.

the table game.

you on?

What do you think you're doing coming
here?

Look, I'm sorry if I... There's no need
to be alarmed.

Well, the way it is, Amber, I'm on my
way to bloody Heathrow and I'm

thinking... Well, such a little detail.

I thought... But James isn't here, Bob.

He's at the studio.

Yes, I know.

Isn't that the point?

Oh, you randy little devil, you.

Music? Now look here, darling.

We're not sitting down.

I'm your husband.

My God, you're thick, aren't you?

What the hell do you mean?

I know damn well... why you married me.

It's this, isn't it? It's this.

It's this, isn't it?

What with someone who looks like me.

Well, we're not the old thugs like you.

In

such

a case, it is usually my advice to...

Go over my clothes and I'll be... Take

your time.

Take your time.

It was his cry.

His terrible cry.

I'll never forget it.

They shouldn't even be talking to her
until I'm there. You see now why I

wanted you here? I don't mind, I assure
you. It's just that she gets into her

eyes. Hell, she's just stupid. That's
plain dumb, rat's ass stupid. She

couldn't even flap her eyelids without
thinking about it for five whole

minutes. You know what I mean?

Amber?

Where did I go here, sir?

Oh, Mr. Harris, good evening, sir.

Come on.

Come on.

Ickle baby.

Come on, you're a baby.

Amber,

Amber, it's okay.

It's okay.

Daddy's here, and he loves his little
bunnykin.

She was talking about it, sir. You're
like, no, goddamn right. You shouldn't

be here.

I beg your pardon, sir, but harassment.

There was a 999 call. You should have
waited for me, for our attorney. Mr.

Boyce, I'm sure the constables are only
trying to be helpful.

Helpful? Look at her.

Baby.

Come on, little one.

Come on, my sweet.

Do you

need to be here

now?

Won't tomorrow do?

Yes, Mr. Holmes, of course.

It's just, when a man's been killed...
You're not hinting it was anything but

an accident, are you?

Your cops are different.

Maybe.

Hell, the guy falls off the roof.

You know what they do where I come from?
They say, uh-oh, who pushed?

Oh, but surely... Automatic.

Well, I can understand why you're so
anxious to pick me up, but I honestly

think... She'd say anything.

Sorry?

Like everything is her fault.

You know what I mean?

There's a hair in the soup. There's dog
shit on the sidewalk. A dead bird in the

park. Me, me, I did it. And that little
cracked voice. These goddamn migraines.

Jesus.

What an unfortunate young woman you make
her seem.

Hey, listen, if I hadn't taken her on,
she's like that whore that gave her

birth. A lady who screwed and sucked her
way up from the gutter, right? Excuse

me.

And Amber was going the same way. She
got on a plane to L.A. with a good set

of bazookas and a slippery mask. Oh,

okay, okay. You don't know the score,
okay?

You think I don't look after her? You
think I don't love that little

screwball? I have no opinion on the
matter. But when all is said and done...

Yeah?

You are a fortunate man.

Three or four miles. No street light.

Moving above on a good road under my
feet. I brought you.

Take you home.

No, thank you.

I do what little thinking I do do on
Shanks's pony.

Well, if you're sure.

Besides, you might miss a call.

You're right.

He checked in someplace else.

What do you mean, premonition?

What sort of premonition?

Bob is due to meet with my partner for
coffee and carrot cake.

I kid you not.

Yeah.

Come on, come on, Ann. I'm not making
light of it.

Okay, okay. But it'll be nothing, Ann.
Nothing at all.

Okay.

Bye.

Feeling better?

Yeah.

Amber, you are one hell of a beautiful
woman.

No. Oh, yes, you are.

Oh, no, I'm not.

Sweet little screwball, you.

I want.

You can't.

Have I?

You may have. I mean having.

I mean entering.

Enjoying. You can't.

Don't want.

I've got me aid.

I know, I know all about you, little
baby.

No, I... Baby, baby.

That he wants.

I love it.

The

way

it is, Amber, is I'm on my bloody
Heathrow and I'm thinking, well, such

little detail.

Don't want to keep my trousers up, do I?

Come on, come and get it.

No, I'm busy, all right?

Come on, down the ladder.

For while you were.

You ready for some more then, are you?

somebody to tell.

On this moment.

And on... And on... I'm gonna see
things.

Taste things.

Value things.

Want things.

All because of you.

Of you.

Crap!

What?

Crap, crap, crap!

Mandy!

I mean... I mean...

What are you doing here?

Amber.

Why?

Why? What do you mean?

Why what?

What are you doing up there?

Listen, I mean... I don't understand. I
don't...

If there's something... If there's
something wrong,

or if you want to talk about anything...
Wrong?

Why don't you tell me?

Don't bother me, Mr. Harris.

What is it?

What's the matter?

I... You're like stone.

You're as tense as... Amber, my love,
please.

What is it?

Amber, what is it?

It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

I didn't do anything.

Oh, of course you didn't. I mean,
there's really nothing... Amber.

Amber.

Yes.

Good afternoon.

Are you here, Mr. Harris?

Yeah, Mr. Boyce asked me to.

You know, Americans.

But Mrs Boyce is still out for the
count.

How do you mean, sir?

Migraine.

This business has, well, it's shaken her
to the bone. She's lying down.

Oh, dear.

So what I suggest is that she write down
the, well, the nothing she knows and

sign it.

And date it? And I'll drop it in. Drop
it in?

Yes.

The garden.

Beg your pardon, sir?

Extraordinarily neglected, yes.

I've been, shall we say, lending a hand.

That's right.

Do you need different clothes for that,
Mr Harris, if you don't mind my saying?

Good heavens.

You know, I think you're absolutely
right, Constable.

Well, I should think that'll be all
right, sir.

The statement.

Oh, one little... thing, though.

Yes? A lad's belt.

Belt?

His mum's kicking up a fuss about it.

There he is on that slab with a broken
back, poor bugger, and who's going on

and on about some bloody belt with studs
and skulls on it.

Skulls? As if anybody would want to
pinch that.

So, if Mrs. Boyce happened to notice
whether or not he was wearing the

thing... Yes, righty-ho.

I don't understand what's wrong.

Why you kissed me.

Why you kicked me.

This is Wool's, Will's, Christ knows, on
the far side of my desk.

You.

You.

And after a decent dinner, I shifted
from making trade to my own

day.

Thank you, Mr. Harris.

Old noise.

I would bend the knee, I would kiss
the... If you

want anything from me, anything
whatsoever.

It's like... It's like... whistling in
the street

when you're a boy.

With a bag of sweets.

And... I don't care what you

are or what you...

Do you want anything from me?

Anything at all?

And you do not remember anything
specific about what he was wearing?

Nothing that stood out in any way? No
colour? Nothing.

No, nothing at all.

I never looked the same, Steve.

What? Christ.

Steve! I know this is a hill, but
there's no need... I mean, there's

nothing to worry about, Martha. You're
no good. I should have had proper

lessons. What?

Proper lessons.

You're no good. You're no bloody good at
all.

What's this bugger doing behind me?

I think he just wants to overtake,
Martha.

Laurie!

You... Are you all right?

You stupid old cow. No.

No, it was my fault.

I should have had proper lessons.

You silly old... It was me. My brakes
failed. It was me.

I'll pay. I'll pay. Your fault?

Yeah. Are you all right? You shut your
mouth!

Please. I... Failed? What do you mean,
failed?

My brakes.

I should have had proper let and... I
let and I failed.

You could have killed it. You nearly
bloody well killed it.

Yes, I could have.

So...

A release for me.

The name I have been saying again and
again.

My head. She is the ghost in that house.

She is the torment in your lovely head.

Man.

I know what these dark powers are
because they engulfed me.

The light of your blue eyes.

The half-laugh at your lovely lips.

Those funny little almost things spread
to me like lightning over a dark flame.

Rely upon me forever.

I don't get this. What are you doing?

Are you going to start coming on to me
or what?

No, don't hang up.

This is vitally important.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

I want to help you. The belt, Amber. I
know you left it in my car. You want me

to help.

I don't know nothing about no belt, do
I? No, you don't. You don't. And you

must, must keep saying that, Amber. The
dirty little bastard.

Amber, no, stop.

Amber, listen.

It wasn't me. It was her.

Are you...

Where's James?

James? Why isn't he there?

Because he's out screwing, that's why.

He's out bonking some greedy little slug
with big tits and open legs. That's what

he's doing. And he's fucking welcome to
it. And if you think I don't... Amber,

no. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. You're
all the same.

All of you.

That's all you want is a girl on their
backs.

Pigs! Amber, no.

All of you pigs!

Not all of us, no.

Not just mirrors.

We can see what we've done from a
million angles.

And we can see what we've done from a
million more.

It's Darius.

I just wanted to show my... where I
worked.

I didn't know that you'd be... Yeah.

I asked if I could see where... Well,
what do you think?

Pardon?

The place where Bertie works.

I... It's very nice.

Bertie, old lad, are you being entirely
fair to this young lady?

No, sir, I don't suppose... Yes.

He is.

Look, sir, we've never been here before,
honest. It's just we've got nowhere else

to go and we just... It's all right.

Don't fret about it, either of you.

I'm on my way.

I will tell you this, though.

No.

I won't.

I'm no longer in a position to give
advice to anyone.

It's water in the desert.

Miss Harris, why were you sitting in the
dark?

Have you noticed that the world's full
of reflecting surfaces everywhere?

And not just mirrors.

We can see what we do from a million
angles.

We can see what we've done from a
million more.

I didn't want to see myself out, son.

That's all.

And besides, I often sit in the dark.

Thank you very much.

Juice OK?

Yes, thank you very much.

of the many things this country needs is
a good movie critic.

What kind of business do they think
we're in here?

Toast okay?

Yes, thank you very much.

Holy frog shit. Listen, it was a night
shoot. Okay?

N-I-T-E.

Got it?

Christ, you can't even bloody spell.

That's no good. I'm going to replace
Bob.

Oh? He's a nice bloke.

Writers should be chained up in cellars
like the old days.

Bob, you're a nice bloke.

What are you going to do with a klutz
who writes continued instead of more at

the bottom of the page? And then he
disappears before we can ask him how to

spell it.

Maybe you could help us, Miss Einstein.

Disappear? What do you mean?

Oh, talking. Moving our lips, are we?

What do you mean, disappears?

He never arrived in L.A. He didn't check
in at Heathrow.

He knew the script was lousy, scumbag.

Juvenile, he says.

Juvenile. Moron.

I mean, who do you think goes to the
movies? Kids, right?

Juvenile. That's a commendation. Am I
right?

Activity.

Yeah. Himself.

Andy. Yeah, what's up?

You're kidding.

What?

What?

Oh, my God. Oh, Christ. That's awful.
Yeah.

Yeah.

Most of?

What do you mean? Give me some of that
coffee, quick. I need some caffeine

here. Most of it? What are you talking
about, James?

They found him right over there. I told
you we never should have come here.

Daddy, what are you doing? Stop it. Stop
it.

Just stop it, Amber.

Tell me.

Tell me.

The dog that found him.

Dug him up.

He chewed a bit of him off.

Which bit?

Well, poor old Bob is minus the one
piece of meat I'd most hate to lose,

baby.

Perhaps.

Perhaps. Perhaps what?

Perhaps the dog knew that Bob was...
Perhaps the dog knew that Bob was always

trying to bury it somewhere else.

where the lad fell off the roof.

That's right, Inspector.

Anything odd about that?

Sir? I'm not suggesting it's normal to
fall off a roof, am I?

Anything else funny about it?

is, of course, perfectly clear in law as
to the ownership of the land.

English law recognises the... Mrs

Morrie, what do you know about
nymphomania?

Well, it's... a bit like I am with a box
of

chocolate.

Mrs. Morrie, you are a brick.

Morning, Governor.

What are you all about here?

Sir, it's naughty, doesn't it, sir?

What do you call a mushroom that looks
like a ten-inch dick?

A fun guy to be with.

Look, lady, I'm telling you, I need to
talk to him right now.

What do you mean he's not there? Why
not?

Are you saying he's not taking his
calls?

No, then where is he? Where the hell is
he? It is for Mr. Harris to mind his own

business, sir.

And he's not at the moment where he can
be contacted. I need him. I need him

now. I'm not talking some shitty little
deal.

You get him to come out to Sylvine
House. It's urgent, lady.

You are G-E-N-T. You got that?

And you tell him to get his ass out.

You understand?

I mean right now.

I think they're in the world.

Who does?

Americans.

Well, they mostly do.

Where's old Henry, then? We'll see
after. Get on with your work.

You don't know where he is, do you?
Bertie!

Perhaps he's gone for a minute, of
course. What?

Midlife crisis.

I feel I'm eating my own brain.

You in my head, and that old fool too.

my brain.

You chewing my brain.

Of course, I believe in cooperating with
cops.

That's an article of faith with me.

I know what you guys are worth.

I don't want to get involved in problems
I don't even begin to understand, okay?

But he was your colleague.

No, no, he was just a writer. Oh, your
film.

That's over the dispute.

Pardon? Look, the picture's not even
finished.

We're shooting a pretty tough scene
right now, today.

And I'm not in it. You won't have me in
it. Can you believe that?

I should be there, no question. And in
point of fact, Bob McClane hasn't

written a word of this scene, right? So
any claim on behalf of his estate...

These are special... These are tragic
circumstances.

I'm not saying that... Look, I'm a
reasonable man. Totally.

But you're saying that he's a colleague?

Hell no!

Mr. McClane was here the night before he
disappeared.

Yes?

The night of the big storm. Storm?

It was like Pearl Harbor.

You lost some slates, I believe.

Yeah. We lost more than that.

We lost a man's life.

There's something wrong with this place,
if you ask me. I mean... I mean, the

wiping's a game. There's bloody bodies
everywhere.

Insomnia, melancholy, headache, too much
alcohol.

What on earth leads you to suppose this
is not an entirely normal symptom for

the middle-aged male, Mr. Addison?

And heartache, too?

There's nothing wrong with your heart.

Indeed, there's nothing wrong with you
at all.

Except, no doubt, everything.

Thank you.

Very reassuring.

Life, where is thy sting?

In my bill, probably.

Harris, Harris and Danby.

Mr. Harris, where are you? We've had...
Mr.

Harris, are you all right?

Sorry, no, I think he's... Hang on. I
think I might just be able to catch him.

Come on.

Mr. Harris?

Bertie.

Good. Now listen to me.

Please do exactly as I tell you.

Yes?

Yes.

Yes, Mr. Harris.

Until he's definitely gone. Got it.

Ask him where he is.

Oh, Mr. Harris.

Mrs. Morrie wants to know where you are.

Sir?

I see, sir.

Said he's in hell.

So get it to her just as soon as you
can. But I repeat, repeat.

Make sure that Lout doesn't see you.

Thank you.

Lout makes the world go round.

And poor old Henry's been like a dog.

What do you mean?

He got the keys to his desk.

He wants you to unlock the bottom left
drawer.

Give me the big envelope on the top.

I've got to deliver it to a lady when
I... I've got to put it in her hands.

Who? What?

A married woman, Mrs M.

And a 48-page love letter.

My brain.

You.

Her.

She means my brain.

I demand with them.

Ah, too far, mate. Even the old Green
Line buses didn't go out there. I think

that's really important.

I'll take you to Pennington's, though.

£50.

£50.

And the meter.

And the meter.

She would have bought a bleeding
helicopter, wouldn't it?

you can do is sit there saying, I won't
give you a thought.

Looks like another one of them storms,
don't it?

Looks like we haven't had enough.

They're looking at you with eyes like
goddamn blowtorches that you're

prattling on. It's my career.

What? I'm entitled.

You're nuts.

You got no paddles in the water. You're
floating tits up.

No wonder those cops are coming back.
Holy frog shit.

If I was them, I'd slap the cuffs on you
right now.

Thank you.

And you're driving me crazy, too.

Any minute now, you'll go lie down with
those iPads. I think I've got a

headache. Yeah.

Migraine is a very serious condition,
James.

So is walking around without a brain.

Piss off.

That's exactly what I did. This fucking
place gives me the fucking creeps.

God, your language is fucking
disgraceful.

I'm going to check in someplace where I
don't have to see you. I don't have to

think about you. I don't have to...

I want you. I don't have to worry,
worry, worry about you.

What do you mean, worry?

Any idea, any idea at all?

How much I love you, Emma.

It's funny, funny little baby. I adore
you.

Why didn't you give me that pot?

I would have been bleeding good. Better
than my bloody mother, I can tell you.

Floating. What?

Floating. Picks up!

Floating!

Mean bugger.

Me.

Lightly? Lightly?

Lightly?

Lightly? Lightly?

Lightly?

Lightly?

Lightly? Lightly?

He may say, bless me, please, like big
bacon.

Isn't it?

It's very, uh... long.

I'm in the, uh... the lair.

Listen to that, will you?

I don't...

Listen, I don't... I don't know why it's
so late.

Come on.

Like my poor Freddie.

Yeah.

Pretty, isn't it?

Beautiful.

Yes.

What's the difference?

You.

I want him.

I want him.

Yeah, in the kitchen.

Have candles in a place that costs as
much as... Can you see me?

Yeah.

Just about.

Listen, I... Carrots.

What? You should eat more carrots,
darling.

Aren't they supposed to make you see in
the dark?

She's worth looking at. You can see
that, can't you?

Sorry? Mandy!

She's worth looking at.

What do you want, innit?

Don't you like games?

What games?

You're so dumb.

Next week we'll be back this way.

Table games.

Hype for now.

What's the matter? Need to pee that
crazy, do you?

hobby of mine, these old Mandy Mason
films. No, a fashion is what you said.

Yes, I have to confess to such a mild
form of lunacy.

After all, she was a rather beautiful
young girl, wasn't she?

I think so.

Yeah, well, hookers often are.

I can't think nothing of her.

Oh, Christ.

That bloody thing finished yet.

And that little blonde angel got where
she got by giving the best blowjobs in

town. I really find that hard to... Have
you noticed that the world is full of

reflecting surfaces?

Everywhere. And not just mirrors.

We can see what we've done for a million
times.

And we can see what we've done for a
million more.

It's too late. They're going to work him
over.

I have to.

And my lipstick has to be perfect.

Shining.

That's the way Johnny wanted it. If he'd
been given a choice, this is what he

would have chosen.

The final throw of the dice.

Crap.

Isn't it crap?

It's not a rattle of the dice.

It's the barking of the dogs.

All the dogs in hell.

Did you ever hear? Such crap, huh?

Such wonderful crap!

pay them. That's what they like.

I want this nail.

If you try to get me to Barney's, it'll
do worse next time.

And I still can't pay.

Oh, my God, it's so bad, it's great.

Barney's? How do you tell? I've got to.

No, Johnny, no.

What do you mean?

You're not going to help me?

You're not going anywhere, Johnny.

It's the end of the road.

I ought to shoot you in the crotch.

I'll be a good little girl, eh?

You can have it.

You can have it straight from your feet.
I love you.

Love.

It's okay.

There's bound to be a couple of cops at
the end of the alley.

Well, they didn't let women get away
with murder in those days.

All these days, either.

Shh!

Your wife.

What about her?

Please, look after her.

I don't know what that's got to do with
you, but I think I know how to do that.

Look after her.

I love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

It's me, Ed, isn't it?

she think was driving a fucking car
anyway.

Oh,

what a funny bloke you are.

You know my lines, don't you?

Yeah,

but it don't give me a part in your
bloody film, does it?

So you're still up to your ride up wing
wing and all that old horse shit, fella.

I've come back for her.

She's not safe with you.

Who writes your dialogue?

Is it Bonnie or is it Clyde? You were
driving the car that killed Mandy Mason

all those years ago.

I know that now.

I've worked it out.

Pick up your mic, pal.

Are you in love with a thick old movie?

Or a thick young bimbo?

I just don't know.

Me neither.

You sure she's dead, that cow?

He won't give me a part in his bleeding
film. Can you believe that?

they show it? Oh, the part of a
lifetime.

It'll be where all those old films are
shown.

Thank you.