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There he is.

Every time he passes her,

her heart leaps.

Oh, she hears him coming, but she's afraid to turn.

The tapping cane behind her.

Oh, she hears the cane,

but she still won't turn.

- She will. - No, she won't.

- Want to bet? - Mm-hmm.

Told you.

But she wants to.

Sad.

Unrequited love.

Evening, Mr. Beausang.

Mm, two chips, please.

What about him?

Nothing of any conceivable interest

has ever happened to him.

Ah, but that's something.

How?

The drabness of his life was so complete

as to have its own fascination.

Good.

- Write it down. - Hmm.

Drabness of his life...

was so complete

as to have...

its own...

Fasci...

...fascination.

- There you go. - Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

How's it going?

Nifty, right.

Scottish.

Scottish drab.

Their skin had that clear, pellucid texture

that could have only come

from a lifetime's confinement.

"Pellucid."

Nothing but nuns.

Nothing but their nunnishness consoled them,

and none but nuns were their friends.

The nun-swept pier.

Good, "nun-swept."

Imagine being a giant and a nun.

Oh, don't be so crude, Jimmy.

It's only a story.

You have to be kind to your characters.

How kind?

You can't abuse them.

Okay. You're the boss.

So, you gonna write it all down?

Surely.

What'll you call it?

"Figures on a Nun-Swept Pier."

Thanks.

See ya.

Bye.

What are you going to do all summer?

Whatever comes up.

You could work with me.

No, thanks.

You could play with me.

Why would I do that?

Oh, well, pardon me! Sorry for living!

It's all right, Da. You can't help it.

I'd pay you.

How much?

- Hah! - How much.

What do you think I am, a fucking accountant?

I said, "How much?"

1/7 of the door.

But, Jesus, what do you care how much?

You know, when I was your age,

I played to play,

and I hadn't even got talent.

♪ Olé!♪

- Well done. - How much?

Ah, thanks. Thank you, Sam.

See ya, then.

To you.

Mm. You.

Didn't I turn him out well, Tommy?

Ah, grand job, Sam. Fair play to you.

Don't think it was easy, you know?

- Come home. - Hey, let him finish his drink, will you?

Whatever you say.

Ah, Jimmy, for Jesus' sake.

Isn't it finished now?

- Enough is enough. - You said it.

Oh, enough is enough.

There's only so much a man can take.

You're right, Da, so come home.

- Demand an apology. - What for?

For gross abuse of an institution.

- What institution? - Fatherhood.

Buy me a small one.

Eh, Billy, one for the father, and one for the son.

I don't want one.

Ah, would you lighten up, for fuck's sake?

Ah, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E.

To Harmony.

How is she these days, huh?

Come on, Da.

Almost there.

You all right?

Ah, you know, a little bit of understanding

wouldn't go astray.

I understand. I understand.

Maybe you do understand,

but it doesn't feel like you do.

You know what I mean?

And it's no good unless it feels like it.

Yeah, okay.

I mean, when your mother died...

- It wasn't easy. - ...it wasn't easy, you know.

I know, Da. I know.

And my greatest fear is-

my greatest fear is that you'd end up like that guy-

what's his name- Scrotum!

Who's Scrotum, Da?

He's a bit of a bollocks.

G'night.

Will you ever love me, Jimmy?

I don't know.

Is that because I'll never love you?

Probably.

Too friendly to be lovers, too close to be friends,

together they lived in that twilight zone.

It happens.

Look.

What about her?

She got off at the wrong stop.

No, she didn't.

She's looking for something.

How do you know?

Observation.

Come on.

What's she looking for?

For the threads of a lost love.

You never let up, do you?

She's from abroad, you know.

So what?

Jimmy: We've been collecting, haven't we?

You don't think she's a specimen?

Don't know yet.

What you mean, you don't know?

There has to be a story.

She's on the run.

From what?

From her past.

What past?

I don't know. She killed someone.

Jimmy, that's gauche.

What's gauche?

That is.

I mean what does gauche mean?

Kind of vulgar, obvious.

Jimmy: You tell me, then.

Girl: Maybe she's gauche.

If she killed someone,

she didn't mean to.

Turned out to be the perfect murder.

Who did she kill?

Her husband...

on a yacht...

south of France.

She's waiting for the inheritance.

Girl: Gauche, Jimmy, gauche.

She's had enough, maybe...

wants to swim out and never come back.

Better save her from herself.

"The Night Has a Thousand Eyes."

She looks English, Jimmy.

I bet she's French.

- Old-fashioned, too. - Stop it, Jimmy.

Ahem.

Sorry.

What did you do that for?

I don't know. Think she minded?

Course she minded.

Still doesn't talk.

She's following us.

She wants to report you.

- For what? - Sexual harassment.

Is that what it's called?

That's what galls me, you know.

What galls you?

It could be so good.

What do you mean, "Could"?

Well, some of us had to try, you know.

When I started, I hadn't even got talent.

Look at you now.

What about me?

I had a dream.

Ah, don't start.

I had this dream, was in this place.

What place?

It was by the sea,

somewhere by the sea, yeah?

And these salesmen came along,

and they were selling coffins.

But they had a funny way of selling coffins.

They'd take your hand.

They'd read your palm,

work out how long you had to live.

Then they'd work out some payment installment plan

so you could buy your own coffin.

They read mine.

Do you know what they said?

They said...

"Ah.

You pay in cash."

You go to bed, would you?

What of my dream?

Don't worry.

I can't help it!

I did my best, you know.

Wasn't easy bringing you up,

but they look at you now, and they say-

Do you know what they tell me?

Yeah, you're a saint.

No.

They look at you,

and they look at me, and they say,

"You did well, Sam."

That's what they tell me.

Piss off.

But you know what?

What?

Think I'll piss off.

Didn't I tell you not to hang around with him, Rose?

- Who's him? - You, you little git.

Ah, hard luck.

You watch your tongue, sonny.

I can't see it. Can you?

You're a disgrace, Coleman.

I know.

- I blame your father. - Ah, so do I.

Shit.

I suppose that was my fault, too.

Your mother wants you home by 6:00.

I prefer yours.

- My what? - Your father.

Why?

I could slit my wrists,

and mine wouldn't even notice.

Watch.

- Dad! - Rose, come on.

Get off the line, would you?

Father!

What?

Nothing!

You behave yourself now.

Thank you, Jimmy.

So, you don't prefer yours?

No.

I mean, you're like him.

I try not to think about it.

Look. She's come back.

For what?

Now, what does that mean?

The sun's in her eyes.

No, she wants to hide.

Well, she's in the wrong place.

She's a slow reader.

You're always criticizing.

I am. Now, why is that?

Lie down over here.

Why should I?

Just do it, would you?

Now what?

Pretend we're lovers when she comes over.

Okay.

Kiss me, then.

Come on.

Yeah.

Not very convincing.

Sorry.

Hello again.

Oh, 'hoy.

You do remember me, don't you?

You?

You showed some interest in my clothes the other day.

Oh, that was you yesterday.

Mm-hmm.

Shut up, Rose.

Kiss her again, and she'll stop.

Yeah, kiss me again.

I want to apologize.

That's nice.

It's about we had to see that you were French.

What made you think that?

I don't know. Something about you.

Well, I'm American.

Why can't you be French?

Why should I be?

'Cause I'd win.

Look, do you always go around messing with other people's things?

Only when they're French.

Sorry.

And you're Irish.

Sorry.

What's your name?

James.

James Coleman.

Come on, Rose.

You don't have to go.

But we're embarrassed, aren't we, Rose?

Yeah.

Nobody calls you James.

She does now.

She's nice.

So, you've given up on the murder, eh?

Yeah. She wouldn't hurt a fly.

You see? Nuns remain children longer than most.

Now, why is that?

It's to do with their lifetime's confinement.

Well, maybe it's to do with the soap that they use.

How?

It gives them that baby skin.

What's the word?

Oh, pellucid?

Pellucid.

Big word.

Maybe it's that they're married to a man they never meet.

Aha.

She's up there looking down at me.

- Don't look. - Why?

I don't know.

So, where is she?

She's gone.

Maybe she was never there.

She was, I'm telling you.

She was looking down at me.

- Isn't that something? - Not really.

She's been here, though.

Who are you kidding, Jimmy?

What's wrong with you? You get a bit of mystery, and you want to kill it.

I don't think she's necessarily interesting.

More interesting than a bunch of nuns.

Look.

You're taking this thing too far, Jimmy.

No, no, no. Look at her.

She just stares at the sea.

Very touching.

Yeah.

Attention, please.

The train on platform number one

runs nonstop to Connolly Station.

A woman with a secret.

See, she has to have a secret.

I don't like this, Jimmy.

Why not?

That's it.

What?

That's her secret.

She's famous.

Never heard of her.

Who did you ever hear of?

Don't be a bastard, Jimmy.

Man: ...and honorable Hiram J. Slade.

Can we go back on that, please?

- Sorry. - Try to give it a bit more.

And come in faster on that, please.

- Okay. - A bit faster.

One announcement from our mayor...

- No, no, no, no, no. - ...the esteemed-

- No. No. - Woman: Sorry I'm late.

Sorry I'm late.

We're getting quite used to it, Ms. Baker.

All right, now do it again.

Authority of Hiram J. Slade,

the esteemed and honorable

- Hiram J. Slade... - Hey! Hey, you!

Out!

Come on.

Jesus. Fucking idiot.

Wanker.

There is of course the case of the older woman

who, tiring of the affections of those her own age,

seeks out the company of someone younger.

Those stories always end up badly.

Why?

Can't help it.

- Man: Heave! - Look at this.

Heave!

Rose: Look at his eyes.

They remember everything.

In the end, they remember so much,

they just lay down and die.

What's your name, eh?

Nepal. And she dance, too.

Lift, Nepal! Lift!

Fast! Lift!

Leave her alone!

That's her job. Isn't it, Nepal?

Lift! Lift! Fast!

I'll report you!

Be my guest.

Lift, Nepal! Lift!

Lift! Fast! Fast! Fast!

How do you know she'll come?

One gets to know these things.

One does.

You see, the trouble with women

- of a certain age... - Shut up.

...is that they're of a certain age.

My sympathies, Jimmy. I know how it feels.

One chips, please.

I've made it my duty to humanize that brute.

How you gonna manage that?

Music.

What do you mean, music?

You wait and see.

Ah, you fancy him, then.

He has a certain animal grace.

Like the elephant?

Jimmy, you're jealous.

Hey, what's your name, kid?

You calling me a kid, huh?

Yeah.

I'm old enough to be your brother.

Oh, you mean my older brother.

- Yeah, that's right. - Fine.

This is Rose.

What's your name?

Jonner.

Rose, meet Jonner.

Hi, Jonner.

She wants to humanize you.

Hello again.

Hi.

- What are you doing here? - Sunbathing.

James. That's your name, right?

Yeah.

And what do you do, James?

Nothing. I'm on holidays.

Can't do nothing all the time.

I play music.

Where do you get your talent from?

My father.

Least, that's what he thinks.

And what about your mother? Is she talented, too?

She's dead.

Tide's coming in.

Do you swim here very often?

Sometimes.

Well, maybe I'll see you again sometime.

- Hi. - James.

- Look, I wanted to say... - Yes?

...I'm sorry about that the other day.

- Sorry about what? - When you were swimming.

Oh. Don't worry about it.

Nah, it's a game we play, me and her.

We make up stories.

- What kinds of stories? - All kinds.

We look at you and wonder what on Earth

you could be doing in this godforsaken dump.

Maybe I like it here.

No, that's not the point.

We say she's in hiding from a strange and fascinating past.

Why do you say that?

'Cause otherwise she wouldn't be here.

She might like it, too.

No chance.

No, she's waiting for the clouds to blow over.

Clouds?

Yeah, clouds of her past.

Then she will return to claim her inheritance.

The point being that nothing's what it seems.

What's your name?

Isadora.

Who invented this game?

Ah, Rose. She writes it down.

So, Isadora, you put on your glasses.

Why?

More mysterious.

That's better.

You should go now.

I know.

Well...

good-bye.

Bye.

Oh, sorry.

- You shouldn't do that. - Why not?

'Cause I'm too old.

I don't think so.

The one you should kiss is the girl.

I do.

Will you be here tomorrow?

Maybe.

Will you?

I live here.

Right.

Your glasses.

Keep 'em.

As a present from a woman who's too old.

- See that? - Yeah! Clumsy!

You don't think I'm in with a chance?

You need a plan!

- A what? - A plan!

Where one step leads to the other and...

- And what? - ...and the aim is achieved!

What's the aim?

To help to know about yourself!

I don't.

Maybe you should sleep on it.

Would you kiss me like that?

Sure.

Well?

I call feel the absence of any plan whatsoever.

You think she felt that, too?

Absolutely.

See, I don't know about women.

Obviously.

Did you get to see him?

Yeah.

Kind of.

Did he recognize you?

No.

He thinks I'm dead.

♪ Once I had a secret love

♪ That lived within the heart of me... ♪

Well, I think it will be safe to say

that the patrons'll be relieved

when we get back up there, wot?

You really think so?

Where are you going?

I wasn't making any difference.

What are you talking about?

Whether I play or not. Nobody notices.

Hey! Why you do that?

He was making advances.

Bitch!

Raging big bitch!

Tell him he better watch it.

- You better watch it! - I hate you!

Is impossible to work with these fucking amateurs.

Just play the tune, will you?

Where you from, kid?

Over the road.

- You want a job? - How much?

For fiver a night?

Maybe.

You play "Quando Quando" for me,

I can do the one finger.

What's the one finger?

You just play.

Beautiful, kid.

- Yeah, indeed. - Indeed what?

Well, you've got the job.

Oh, what did you want to do that for?

'Cause I was bored!

But you're always fucking bored.

Could you watch your fucking language?

Ah, don't start.

Anyway, I've got another job.

Oh? Where?

Doesn't matter where.

What- But that meant something to me.

You wouldn't understand that.

No, I wouldn't.

Ah, will you talk to me, for fuck's sake?

Huh?

What?

Nothing.

What are you doing here?

Just wanted to see if you were still alive.

Why?

No particular reason.

Would you be happier if I wasn't?

I didn't say that.

Mm.

Oh, go back to sleep.

Wait for another.

- For another four hours? - Shut up.

Cool, Jimmy.

She gave 'em to me, and then she cried.

Menopause.

What's that?

It happens when you're old.

She's not old.

She's older than you.

She's playing hard to get.

♪ You've got that look

♪ That look that leaves me weak ♪

♪ You and your eyes across the table technique ♪

♪ I should be brave and say

♪ Let's have no more of it

♪ But, oh, what's the use

♪ When you know

♪ I love it?

♪ You only kill my will

♪ Before I speak

♪ So turn on that low left hook ♪

♪ That look that makes me weak. ♪

Marvelous.

Flowers for Ms. Baker.

Up the stairs, through the doors,

first on the left.

Thanks.

Woman: Are you going to the party?

What can I tell you? You really kept it together.

Well, you never lost it, did you?

Mm, you know I did. I lost it a long time ago.

How did you get in here?

What's your name, kid?

This is my public. Leave us, Johnny.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, nothing.

You didn't come today.

But you came instead.

Yeah.

Where did you get the flowers?

Found 'em outside.

Here.

It's a terrible show, isn't it?

Yeah.

Really is dreadful.

You were good.

Oh, you don't have to say that.

Right. Then you were dreadful.

You died well.

- Thank you. - Hey.

Is that real?

Nope. Kensington Gore.

Turn around.

Does your father know you're here?

Don't care if he does.

- You should. - Why?

Because he's your father.

You don't know him.

Didn't I tell you not to look?

So, where are you going?

It's some party.

You'd better go home, James.

But I don't want to.

♪...so sweet

♪ I'm afraid of me life I'll be struck by a car ♪

♪ Won't you help me across to the railway men's bar? ♪

♪ Have a drink and a quart of the cider so sweet ♪

♪ He threw down his crutches, and he danced in the street ♪

♪ Oh, never, oh, never, oh, never again ♪

♪ If I live to 100...

So, where were you before you came here?

Los Angeles.

What's it like there?

Lonely.

Talk to me for a minute, will you?

And hold my hand.

You should go, Jimmy.

Okay, okay, okay, let's have a bit of quiet

for a song from Ms. Baker!

Yeah!

Go ahead!

♪ And now the purple dusk of twilight time ♪

♪ Steals across the meadows of my heart ♪

♪ High up in the sky

♪ The little stars climb

♪ Always reminding me that we're apart ♪

♪ You wandered down the lane and far away ♪

♪ Leaving me a song that will not die ♪

♪ Love is now the stardust of yesterday ♪

♪ The music of the years gone by ♪

♪ Sometimes I wonder

♪ How I'd spend the lonely night ♪

♪ Dreaming of a song

♪ That melody haunts my reverie ♪

♪ And I am once again with you ♪

♪ When our love was new

♪ And each kiss an inspiration ♪

♪ But that was long ago

♪ Now my consolation

♪ Is in the stardust of a song ♪

♪ Beside the garden wall

♪ When stars are bright

♪ You are in my arms

♪ The nightingale tells his fairy tale ♪

♪ Of paradise where roses grew ♪

♪ Though I dream in vain

♪ In my heart, it will remain ♪

♪ My stardust melody

♪ The memory of love's

♪ Refrain.

Where did you learn to play that song?

My father.

You've gotta go, James.

Wasn't I good?

You were much too good.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

Come on. You've gotta go.

Will you be there tomorrow?

- Maybe. - Does that mean you won't?

I don't know.

Then I'm not leaving.

Then I-I'll be there.

So, how was it?

Kid stuff.

That's the story?

She's an actress.

- Comic or tragic? - Both.

And did you get anywhere?

- Jonner: Hey, bitch! - You hear?

Bitch!

I've set myself a different task.

Good.

A far better one.

Haven't I, Nepal?

You gonna tell me about it?

Nope.

Hi there.

So you are here.

Oh, you thought I wasn't?

For a minute.

So, he taught you how to play?

- Yeah. - Well, he can't be all bad.

Oh, shit.

Ooh! No swimming today.

Oh! My shoes.

No.

What's wrong?

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

- I've gotta go. - Where?

I've got rehearsal.

When?

Soon.

When is soon?

4:00.

That's two hours away.

Well, I've gotta change.

Tell me what's wrong.

I'm cold, and I'm wet, and I've gotta go, James.

Why?

Why do you always ask why?

Why not?

Look...

I don't-

I'll see you later.

♪ All I do

♪ Is dine with 'em

♪ And split a pint of wine with 'em ♪

♪ Respectable as can be

♪ Yet here's what they say to me. ♪

Ms. Baker.

What are you doing here?

- What is he doing here? - He came to say hello.

- Why? - I used to know him.

Look, I used to know 'em all.

Bartender...

go see what the boys in the back room will have,

and tell 'em I'm having the same.

♪ Go see what the boys in the back room will have ♪

♪ And give them the poison they name ♪

♪ And when I die

♪ Don't spend my money

♪ On flowers or my picture in a frame. ♪

You no play tonight, kid?

Tomorrow.

Okay. Tomorrow.

Oh, you're back.

And you're sober.

I'm not drunk, Jimmy.

- You want to- - Yes.

You're not to see her.

It's a free country!

That may be so, but you heard me!

You're not to see her again, Jimmy!

I won't tell you twice!

- Tell me why! - Because I say so!

Well, that's not good enough.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

God!

Don't you ever fucking talk to me again.

Jimmy.

Seduction, you see, is a big word.

A monster word.

He can't bring himself to think

that no matter how long he's known her,

the word is bigger than him.

Still, his heart leaps.

It does.

Come on for a swim.

It's gonna rain, Jimmy.

Ah, don't say that.

Come on!

It's freezing, Jimmy!

Not when you get down.

I told you it'd rain!

Well, it's only a shower.

It's just rubbish!

- What? - I said, "Rubbish!"

She didn't come.

I see God's not with you.

Why not?

Ask them. They'd know.

Maybe they're going to meet Him. Come on.

Maybe He's in here.

Dear Lord...

I've been given no reason to believe in you...

but if you exist,

please let me seduce her before the summer's out.

Do you think that'll work?

Dear God, I'm offering up this candle...

so Jimmy-

You know what I mean.

He doesn't say much, does he?

Give Him time.

You see, miracles happen when you least expect them to.

I'm sorry.

I'm not apologizing for what I said, but...

I'm sorry that we fought.

I've never raised a hand to you in my life.

I won't do it again.

Have you taken a vow of silence?

Come on, now, Jimmy, will you?

Okay, have it your way.

♪ Of silver with the candles all aflame ♪

?Just see what the boys in-?

Ah, no, don't mind me.

Director: Okay, everyone, let's take a break.

Let's take a break. Five minutes, please.

Five minutes.

I'm sorry. Look, I-

I just want to talk, hmm?

Okay, so talk to me, then.

Why did you come back here?

I have to tell him. He has a right to know.

- To know what? - That he has a mother.

But she's dead.

Because you told him.

I had to tell him something

to stop him wondering where you were.

No, you told him that to stop me from coming back.

He would hate you.

Why?

He hates me.

And you know the worst thing?

You came back to see him, not me.

- He told you not to see me- - Jesus!

...didn't he?

He told you not to see me.

- Who told me? - My father.

Don't be silly.

So that's why you didn't come.

- Where? - You know where.

It was raining.

And you don't like the rain.

It's a free country.

That's what I told him.

So, do you like Dublin?

Especially at night.

Good.

I like it, too.

That's nice.

What's your favorite color?

Blue.

It's mine, too.

Look, I know he told you something.

What did he tell me, then?

I don't know, but I know he said something.

He told me what his life was like.

What did he say it was like?

He said it was just you and him.

Did he, now?

I guess he did, now.

Good-bye.

- Don't go. - I have to.

- Ask me in, then. - I can't.

'Cause he told you not to see me.

No! Jimmy, you have to go!

I've nowhere to go!

You have. You have your home.

I don't like it there.

Let me in, Jimmy. Let me go.

Please.

Ah, go on, then.

You see, stories to do with love are mathematical.

Tell me.

Okay, A loves B.

B, unfortunately, does not love A,

but has a longing for C.

So, what about C?

Here are various options.

C can love A, who loves B, who loves C,

or C can love B,

but only halfheartedly.

Either way, the stage is set for a farce.

So, what if A and B love C

and C doesn't know what she wants?

Well, then that's tragic.

Okay, though, in fairness,

if A loves B and B loves A?

Well, then there's no story.

I want to swim out there and never come back.

What, with him?

No, with you.

Tell you what. Come to her show.

♪ He'll stop playing with his pistol ♪

♪ And he'll see it clear as crystal ♪

♪ That the power of the petticoat ♪

♪ Is stronger than the gun... ♪

So, what do you think?

The text leaves a lot to be desired.

I mean of her.

She's like a pearl among swine.

Come on backstage.

They didn't give us a chance, did they?

No.

Ah, I'm sleepy,

just plumb tuckered out.

I guess this job just kept me awake too much.

- Say hello to your da. - Shut up.

Don't be jealous, Jimmy.

You didn't tell him.

No.

Thank you.

Jesus.

How did you get in here?

Wanted Rose to see the show.

Where'd you get the flower?

- My public. - Mm.

- Look- - I told you about Rose.

She writes. She examines life in all its aspects.

Hello, Rose.

Do you concentrate mainly on musical roles, Ms. Baker?

Not exclusively.

Or would you consider yourself

a tragic or a comic actress?

What is this, an interview?

Oh, no, no. I wanted you both to meet.

And I want you to come and hear me play.

I'm working nights.

Not on Sundays.

It's important you hear me, isn't it, Rose?

Very.

Sunday.

Sunday.

Sunday.

She's not a natural blonde.

Jimmy: No?

Dyed her hair. You can see it at the roots.

Anything else you'd like to say?

She's older than she looks.

How would you know?

Her hands. Much older than her face.

So?

Are you jealous?

Are you?

Yeah...

very.

Man: Let's have a big round of applause

for the world-renowned Sylvia Teron,

the one-finger sensation!

Hush up. Hush up.

So, how are you gonna humanize the brute?

I'll give myself to him.

I'll lie down in the hay with my hair spread out.

Ah, like a fan?

Like the shell of a scallop.

I'll suffer his ungainly advances

and let him in.

Think that'll hurt?

Terribly,

but when he gets off me, he'll be human.

Will you be jealous?

I'll work on it.

Hey.

Good God, it can talk.

You still want me to play?

Yeah.

Okay.

What just happened, then?

Nothing.

What is she doing here?

It's a free country.

Don't.

He's not happy that you're here.

I'm not happy either.

Why not? Don't.

I didn't know, Jimmy.

I thought this was kid stuff.

You said you'd hear me play!

I didn't know!

So, you don't want me to see her, huh?

'Cause you want her yourself, you shit!

'Cause you want her, you half-baked blower!

Fine! You want to fuck her,

but you're too old, so you won't let me!

Now piss off!

- Go on! Piss off! - Get your hands off me!

Piss off! Did you hear me?

- Come on. - Piss off!

I'm hoping your da'll get some sense!

- Will you- - Ah, fuck you!

Fuck off!

Yeah!

You know fuck-all, Jimmy!

Same to you.

I'm sorry.

But what do I know?

You don't know anything.

Ah, don't cry.

Don't you cry either.

I'm not crying.

Come back to my place.

- I can't. - You can.

They don't finish till 12:00.

Come on.

Ah, he can't look out for himself,

so I have to do it.

Some people would say he lives like a pig in shit.

But I wouldn't.

I get up and make him breakfast.

He's bad in the mornings.

See, his hands shake.

Stop it, Jimmy.

What am I doing?

You're forgetting he's your father.

Wasn't my choice.

You want some tea or whiskey?

This is his.

Maybe I should try more to be like him.

What was your father like?

You're at it again.

When people tell me about their families,

then I look at them and don't understand.

What don't you understand?

I'm missing something,

but I don't know what it is.

If you don't know what it is,

you shouldn't miss it, should you?

I better go.

No.

Got to dance, remember?

Hmm?

Remember? Eh?

He told you not to see me, didn't he?

Yes.

You're not gonna tell me why?

It's why I like Rose.

She always says why.

Come on, dance.

Eh?

Dance.

Sing a song.

- Come on. - I can't.

Come on.

Sometimes I wonder

how I spend the lonely nights.

- Stop that, Jimmy. - Come on.

That melody haunts my reverie.

Come on.

Why does that make you cry?

- I don't- - You do.

Stop it, Jimmy.

- I can't. - Stop it.

Please.

You mean you don't like the suit?

- Don't you like me? - No.

Tell me you don't like me.

- Don't! - Why not?

I'm in love with you.

You can't be.

I know I can't, but I am!

I won't talk to you like this.

- You sure? - I'm sure.

- You really want to go? - I have to.

Okay, piss off.

I said piss off.

Jimmy, we can talk about this when we've calmed down.

No. You go, and don't come back.

Maybe he was right, you know.

Maybe I shouldn't see you.

- Jimmy- - I said piss off!

Forgot your bag, didn't you?

Jimmy.

What you didn't know, you see,

was that I knew the minute I saw her.

Isn't that something?

Yes.

I knew.

Couldn't tell myself.

I needed you to tell me.

I couldn't tell you.

I knew, but I didn't know I knew.

I like you, you know.

Even though you're a pisser, I just-

You're my father.

And all I needed you to say was that she was my mother.

I was afraid to tell you, Jimmy.

Wouldn't have even had to say why she left.

Just who she was would have been enough.

I'm sorry.

You can say it now.

She is...

What?

...your mother.

You hate her, don't you?

Why do you hate her?

Becomes a habit.

Does it?

And it's easier than the other thing.

What's the other thing?

Love.

Course, it's an old story.

Is it?

The oldest in the book.

Though you never know.

I don't, you know.

Maybe she is dead.

Maybe she's a ghost.

Maybe.

Don't be sad, Jimmy.

I hate to see you sad.

Look, I'm not sad.

Good.

Hey. I told you not to feed them.

Ah, piss off.

I warning you!

What are you gonna do about it?

Something!

Well, piss off until you can think of it.

Of course he's wild about me.

Of course.

Ma'am!

Ma'am!

- Ma'am. - Yes?

Can I introduce you to someone?

Yes.

Mr. Beausang!

Mr. Beausang!

Mr. Beausang, meet Mrs...

Ms., boy, Ms. Strange.

Olivia Strange.

Ms. Olivia Strange.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Very nice to meet you.

I've very often seen you walking.

See? They're talking.

Uh-huh.

Who knows where it'll end up?

- Kiss me. - Why?

So he can see.

More. Passion! Passion!

Drag me down to the ground.

Fuck.

Look crestfallen.

Crestfallen?

Don't be sad, Jimmy.

Remember to wash your face.

Woman: Hello.

Take it off.

What?

The jacket!

Keep shoveling.

Come on.

Hey, they'll be starting in one minute.

So?

Put them on again!

No!

Jacket first.

Hello.

Hello.

- Can I come in? - No.

Please?

You have to talk to me.

No, I don't.

I want to say that-

It doesn't matter.

I was wrong. It happens. I won't bother you again.

How were you wrong?

I thought you liked me the way I liked you.

I think I left my bag here.

Where?

Did you find it?

No.

It's in the kitchen, maybe.

Have a look.

Where are you going?

Out.

Woman: Jimmy!

You find your bag then, yeah?

- Yes. - Good.

Jimmy, you have to talk to me sometime.

Why? Tell me why?

Better ways to kill yourself, Sam.

Jimmy.

James.

Talk to me.

Please.

- Don't. - Tell me why not.

You have to talk to me, Jimmy.

I've lost my voice.

Don't.

Why not?

Because...

when I was 17, I came here-

Don't, Jimmy.

- Don't! - Tell me why.

Because I was new to them, and they were new to me.

Because I sang.

- Tell me why. - Don't, Jimmy! Don't!

- Why? - 'Cause I met your father, and-

Did you tell him to stop?

No!

Don't. Don't cry, Jimmy.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Then be sorry, but you're dead.

You died a long time ago.

How can you be sorry and dead?

Because I left you.

Why did you do that?

Because...

sometimes people make a mess of things.

Why?

Because-

because...

Don't.

I can't help it.

Why?

Why?

Because I found out.

I was singing onstage. He was playing in the pit.

I had you.

We fought, and he threw me out,

and I went because I was offered a job,

and I thought that if we moved, we'd be happy,

but he didn't come.

I came back again. We fought again.

He threw me out again.

And I thought I had to live my life.

Did you live your life?

No.

I died.

Ah, something happened, you see, Tommy.

It's like all the atoms congeal.

Entropy.

What's that?

The process of decay,

what's in a body...

She was too young to have a baby.

or an organism...

But that's not the thing.

...or a thing.

The thing is that something went

from being good...

to being bad.

Chemical change.

The thing is that you-

You can never remember exactly when it was.

Sometimes you- Sometimes you think

you can put your finger on the very second of...

Don't know what to say.

Nobody told me.

I knew since birth,

but I still should have been told.

Does that mean I'm bad?

It's not her fault,

so don't go blaming it on her.

It's not his fault either.

He doesn't know his ass from his elbow...

if you'll excuse the expression.

So, it must be yours.

But then, you're not there.

If you are there, you're not listening.

But I don't care.

I'm just gonna sit here

till somebody does something about it.

Anything.

- Wait! Grab its tail! - I can't!

Look out!

See?

I had a plan.

Good one.

Brilliant.

Oh, I got this one!

They'll get them back, though.

But to have tried,

to have done something, rather than nothing.

Absolutely.

So, are you still sad?

Not anymore.

Good.

That makes me happy.

So, tell me the story.

It was just like I imagined it...

on the hay.

Your hair spread out like a fan.

Like a seashell.

Like a fan.

Look, whose hair was it?

Okay, it was your hair.

My hair, like a seashell on the hay.

So, what about the elephant?

Well, frankly, the elephant was totally irrelevant

to the whole proceedings.

How did he feel about that?

Elephants don't feel...

...pellucid.

Pellucid?

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