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It takes approximately 500 pounds to crush a human skull.

But the human emotion is a much more delicate thing.

Take Susie, my first real girlfriend.

My first real breakup.

happening right in front of me.

I never thought it was going to be similar to a car crash.

I've slammed the brakes, and I'm skidding towards an emotional impact.

So, is this all my fault?

Me.

Ben Willis.

It's funny what goes through your mind at a time like this.

The two and a half years we spent together.

The promises we made.

The holidays we took with her parents.

The lamp we bought at Ikea together.

It was my final year at art college.

And in the week that followed the breakup, I tried to figure out what went

wrong.

Why did we break up?

It's funny, but when I think back now, the reason seems so small.

You didn't want to do that, you told me. One day she's with me and she's saying

I love you, and the next week she's with someone else.

Probably saying the same thing.

So did she really love me?

What is love, anyway?

And is it really that fleeting?

Oh, forget about her.

Don't waste your time thinking about a girl that dumped you for a loser like

Steve Jenkins.

She didn't dump me.

Why did she chuck you anyway?

It ended.

Because Susie thinks the graph is always greener on the other side.

She's always worrying there might be a better party to go to.

Or a better boyfriend to be had.

I just felt I could never make her happy.

And then Steve Jenkins started texting her.

How did Steve Jenkins get her number?

It was a good point.

I only imagined the worst.

I don't want to think about it.

You need to go out with a beautiful girl. Model or something.

Why? Well, because if you've got a beautiful girl on your arm, then you

worth having.

Women are in competition with each other, you see.

Susie sees you with a sexy baby, she'll think to herself.

If I can get Ben back from that beautiful girl, then I must be more

than her.

Sean's success with women was pretty impressive.

Who? Like your mum.

The age -old question.

What is love?

Excuse me.

Mr Adams here has given his time up for you.

Don't you think you should show him a little bit of respect?

Excuse me.

I live in student accommodation not far from the college.

It's basically a four -story concrete block housing some 120 hormone -crazed

students.

This is the haunting period.

The time when the demons of regret come for you.

She stood right there.

And I said those words.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I can make you happy Maybe we should break up And that's when she

got angry

Susie, it's me, Ben.

Ben?

I was asleep.

What is it?

Susie... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Do you think there's any chance we'll get back together?

Have you slept with him?

Yes.

Is it good?

I mean, is it better than... I don't want to talk about it with you, Ben.

I've got to go, though.

Sorry, Ben.

Susie.

To think about her now with someone else.

It felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room.

After my breakup with Susie, I just couldn't fall asleep anymore.

The more I tried to sleep, the less tired I felt.

I was wide awake.

I tried everything.

I'd just become immune to sleep.

I suddenly found I had eight extra hours.

My life had been extended by a third.

I wanted time to pass quickly, but instead I was forced to witness the

of every second of every hour.

I wanted the hurt I felt to go away, but in some cruel trick of events, I now

had even more time on my hands.

More time to think about Susie.

I took the bus with no real place to go.

I watched the landscape slowly change as it clung to the last hours of sunlight,

before leaving me to get another sleepless night.

I started to read all the books I wished I had time to read.

With the extra hours, I even had time to re -read my favorite ones.

But she was never far from my mind.

£2 .75, please.

How much is it without these two?

£1 .70.

It was getting obvious that I needed to trade some of my time.

Yeah, yeah,

yeah.

Yeah, yeah,

yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It all looks fantastic, man.

I think you'll fit in very well here.

It's a great feeling inside, Ben.

It's marvellous. We hope you've enjoyed reading about what it's like to be part

of Sainsbury's or listening. I mean, I know I've been through this with you.

There's so many opportunities, Ben.

It's a life.

I could feel a faint shift in a faraway place.

A current of unknown consequences was on its way.

moving towards me like an unstoppable wave of fake.

T -E -A -M -W -O -R -K, work, team, work, Ben.

Welcome aboard.

And so I started working the night shift at Sainsbury's.

During the hours most normal people are sleeping, I'm busy trading my time.

I give them my extra eight hours, and they give me money.

Cash back.

I'm late again.

Jenkins is going to kill me.

See you later.

Yeah, see you.

Sharon! Yes, Mr Jenkins.

Late again, Miss Sharon.

I'm sorry, Mr Jenkins.

Second time this week.

I know, Mr Jenkins. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Okay.

My first year at art college was boring, to say the least.

But it helped me to appreciate the fundamentals of still life.

Well, don't just stare at it, Ben.

Clean it up.

You see, I've always wanted to be a painter.

And like many artists before me, the female form has always been a great

of inspiration.

I've always been in awe of the power they unknowingly possess.

Are you going to clean them up or not?

There is an art for dealing with the boredom of an eight -hour shift, an art

putting your mind somewhere else while the seconds slowly tick away.

I found that all the people working here have perfected their own individual

art.

Take Sharon Pinty.

Sharon knows rule number one.

The clock is the enemy.

The basic rule is this. The more you look at the clock, the slower the time

goes.

It will uncover the hiding place of your mind and torture it with every second.

This is the basic art in dealing with the trade of your time.

And cashback.

This is Barry Britten.

You see, Barry thinks of himself as a bit of a daredevil stuntman.

For a start, Barry is quite well known.

When one of Barry's bike trips went wrong, the cameraman put it on the

Barry has stuck to his scooter ever since.

Matt Stevens is also a keen scooterer.

And what was the other thing?

And what was the other thing?

Sausage.

Oh, yeah.

Now, Barry and Matt are good friends. There you go.

Take care. Between them, they have come up with a very different way of dealing

with the trade of their time. What?

Look.

Look.

Theirs isn't art at finding anything to do that isn't work.

A few days later, Barry and Matt were reported

for what they called helping the ladies.

It was these shampoo bottles that sent them on their quest.

Barry and Matt knew what they looked like.

and they knew that the women in the supermarket knew what they looked like.

Their theory was that even though it was a sex toy masquerading as a bottle of

shampoo, women would like to try it as a sex toy but were embarrassed to buy it

because they knew what it looked like.

The decision to buy it would be an easier one if they were already at the

checkout.

If they didn't object, then Barry and Matt knew they'd help the bottle find a

happy home.

Barry had challenged Matt to a scooter race in which they would sprint down one

aisle and up the next. They would do all 14 aisles and then back to the starting

line. They had been waiting for the day the manager called in sick.

The art of doing something else, other than the work you are supposed to do, is

addictive. The excitement of doing something that you shouldn't be doing,

with the consequences if you're caught doing it, are so strong that it often

pulls others away from their own art.

On your marks.

Get set.

I hadn't slept in two weeks.

My breakup with Susie had left me with a sense that time had become unhinged.

I drifted between imagination and reality, between past and present with

increasing ease.

I feel like a real man.

You like men? You like real men, don't you?

When I'm out there, in the kit, on the pitch, with the boys.

The back of God.

I'm in the darkness.

I keep

myself in good shape.

I shouldn't have looked.

I ignored her. I could feel the bolts of time slowly coming away from the

bracket.

Time manipulation is not a precise science.

Like any art, it's personal to the individual.

So what is the art in making my shift go so far?

I imagine the opposite.

That time is frozen.

I imagine the remote control for life has been paused.

Within this frozen world, I'm able to walk freely and unnoticed.

Nobody would even know that time had stopped.

And when it started back up again, the invisible join would be seamless except

for a slight shudder.

Not unlike the feeling of somebody walking over your grave.

That moment.

When you see someone walking down the street who is so beautiful you just

help but stare.

Well, imagine, as I do, that with the world on pause, it becomes very easy to

understand the concept of beauty.

To have it frozen in front of you.

Captured.

Unaware.

For me, this fascination with beauty started at a very young age.

I was six or seven and my mum and dad had taken on a foreign student.

She was in her late teens and was studying English at a nearby school.

Being Swedish, the walk from the shower to her room didn't need to be a modest

one.

It was at that moment that something very profound happened to me.

I was exposed to the female form in a way I'd never experienced.

I felt fascination and wonder at the beauty of her nakedness.

And I wanted to freeze the world so that I could live in that moment for a week.

I have never had a feeling of such completeness.

To this day, I still think it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever

seen.

He dropped these.

And would it be wrong?

Would they hate me?

For seeing them?

I mean really seeing them.

I read once about a woman whose secret fantasy was to have an affair with an

artist.

She thought that he would really see her.

He would see every curve, every line, every indentation, and

love them because they were part of the beauty that made her unique.

And when I'm ready, all I have to do to start time again is crack my fingers.

You

look

like shit.

Cheers.

Still not sleeping?

No. Feeling any better about Susie?

Want to talk about it?

No. No, why?

Because every morning you come by and every morning I talk about the same

and I'm bored of saying the same thing and I'm bored of feeling shit about it

and most of all I'm bored of being awake 24 hours a day.

Look who didn't get out of bed on the wrong side this morning.

Very funny.

But seriously, yeah, you're going to feel like shit about it and yeah, it's

going to take time.

For instance, how long ago did you think about her before we started having this

conversation?

About ten minutes before you knocked on the door. Oh, yeah, and what was the

thought?

I thought about the dust.

The dust?

God, you're weird.

Anyway, whatever, my point is, every day you think about her and the things that

you associate with her less and less, before long, you've got a whole day

without thinking about her.

You know what might help speed up the process?

What?

Me and Sean had been friends since we were five.

We lived across the street from one another and grew up together.

For his 12th birthday, Sean's mum and dad had bought him a state -of -the -art

computer.

Oh, Mum!

Oh, come on, boys, it's a nice day. Why don't you go and play in the park?

No, we're OK playing this.

OK, I'm off shopping.

You'll be all right by yourselves.

Yes, Mum.

Bye, Mum.

Bye, Mrs Higgins.

It won't be long.

Want to see something?

What?

What are they?

Girls with no clothes on.

Sean had found the magazines under his mum and dad's bed.

The Swedish student was one thing, but this was something completely different.

The smiles on the girls' faces and the total lack of shyness about what they

were showing the camera was so confusing for me.

I had never seen the female part up close and in so much detail.

I guess I imagined something neater, like a smooth hole drilled into a piece

wood.

The sort of hole where you might place a wooden peg.

But the reality was much more sexually aggressive.

It was hard to imagine that my teacher, Mrs Booth, had one under her skirt that

looked just like it.

No!

Forgot my purse.

Yeah, what have you two been up to?

After that, Sean's mum always thought we were gay.

What will help speed up the process?

You need to distract yourself with a couple of Nathalie's.

A Nathalie was a term that Sean had coined for any sexual encounter that

happened with a girl you weren't in a relationship with.

The term had come from a girl called Natalie who lived across the street from

Sean.

Hello. Is Natalie in?

Yeah.

Natalie!

Yeah? It's for you.

You see, Sean had worked out the connection between the smiling faces of

girls in the magazines and the fact that they were naked.

50p That's it Natalie became one of the most

popular girls on the street

Yeah, massive pics.

Very funny.

Who's that?

That's a new kid.

Apparently he's a martial arts expert.

Oi, mate.

Come here.

What's your name?

Brian.

Ben says you know Kung Fu.

Yeah. So you reckon you can have me?

Yeah. Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Sure as you move, then.

Grab my arm.

That's not funny.

Hi.

Hi, Ben.

You're not working tonight?

No, I swapped to everything this week.

Is that a pickle?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Can I have a bite? I'm starving.

Mmm.

Thanks.

What? You got some. There.

Hmm. Up there.

I wanted to freeze time.

I wanted to savor that moment.

To live in that moment for a week.

But I couldn't stop it.

Only slow it.

Before I knew it, she was gone.

After the door closed, I felt like the last person on Earth.

What are you doing?

Little Jenkins wanted us to go and fill the shelves.

So here we are.

Hey, take no notice of him. He's lovestruck.

Yeah, Sharon out today.

You did?

What did she say?

She said, yes.

He's taking her to the pictures tomorrow night.

Then it's back to mine.

I'll need about half an hour to talk away me face.

And then she's going to get some of this.

Oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh.

It's funny how the same word for the feeling of attraction can be used for

feeling of disappointment.

The Oxford English Dictionary states one of the meanings of the word crush as a

strong and unreasoning but transitory attachment.

I had three crushes when I was young. The first was an athlete called Zola

She was 18 and looked like a tomboy with a small slender frame.

But it was the fact that Zola Budd defiantly ran barefoot that made her so

completely attractive to me.

It was the Los Angeles Olympics that would go down in history.

In the 3 ,000 -meter race, Zola Bud clashed with the American Mary Decker.

Bud's heart for the race was left where Decker fell.

Zola finished seventh.

Ben, it's time for bed now.

You've got school tomorrow.

Can somebody tell me something about the white blood cells?

Tim? Uh, they help fight off bacteria and germs in the body.

Very well done.

Hi.

Ourself. The second crush was for my biology teacher, Mrs Booth.

Okay, class.

Who can tell me something about self?

She was a confident woman whose figure -hugging outfits hinted at the sexiness

that lay hidden beneath.

I imagine Mrs Booth asking me to stay behind after school.

And showing me the same thing under her skirt as the girls I'd seen in her

magazines with Sean.

But the main crush I had was with a girl called Tanya Green.

When I looked at Tanya, I didn't just see her.

I felt her.

The next day, Tanya caused a lot of excitement in the class.

Tanya had broken her arm falling from a swing, and her cast had caused much

excitement amongst the other kids at the school.

Settle down now, please, class.

But I saw it differently.

It was the way Tanya dealt with it.

The way she scratched an itch.

The way it restricted her movements.

The increasing amount of graffiti that appeared on it during its six -week

lifespan.

Would you like to find it?

Just here.

Thanks.

On the day the cast finally came off,

Tanya's arm was covered in hair.

The six weeks without light had caused the hair to grow thick and black.

But while the other kids joked and called her monkey, it only heightened my

fascination for her.

Don't cry.

You don't have to worry about them.

I think you're beautiful the way you are.

Will you be my girlfriend?

Yes.

There was a place that I often went to by myself.

It was just behind the school.

It was close enough to still hear the screams and shouts of the kids playing

their games, but at the same time it felt hidden away from them.

I had arranged to meet Tanya there.

Watcher.

Watcher.

You want to kiss me?

So this was to be my first kiss?

Yeah.

Hey, where are you going?

I gotta go.

I'll kiss you tomorrow.

But tomorrow's Saturday.

Meet me here at 11.

I often came to play around the school grounds on a Saturday.

The familiar building, so unfamiliar in its quietness.

Peaceful, as if time had frozen still.

Tanya's parents had taken her on a surprise holiday to America.

They set up home there and never returned.

It was the first time my heart felt the other meaning of crush.

Checkmate.

What's wrong with you? You normally kick my arse at chess.

Have you met someone?

Well, come on, give me the juice.

No, it's nothing, really.

It's just the girl at work I think is nice.

Nice?

Nice what?

Nice rat?

No.

Well, yeah, but nothing like that.

What? Girlfriend material.

She's got small hands.

What's that got to do with anything? Well, it makes your wee look big.

You're such a loser.

So have you asked her out?

No, someone already beat me to it.

Ah, she's got a boyfriend.

No, but one of the guys at work asked her out. She said yes.

They're going to the pictures tonight.

Well, that doesn't mean she fancies him. She might just like him and want

someone to go to pictures with.

How many girls have you taken to the pictures and then snogged?

Quite a few.

There you go.

Can I have that?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right, Rory.

Well, of course, I played professionally before the injury.

Any day, Rory. You name the date, me and my boys will be there.

All right?

Sunday.

Just don't go crying to your mama.

Ciao.

Tosser.

Game on.

2 ,000 feet jump.

Can't beat it. 3 ,000. Kill you.

Start to go with Sharon?

Oh, mate.

So did you?

Of course I did.

She loved it.

Couldn't get enough of it.

She went like the toilet door of a Bombay shrimp trawler.

Rack? Well, put it this way.

At least you know your kids would never go hungry.

And?

Like a notter's pocket.

OK, chap.

Rory Brown.

Manager of Sainsbury's Islington has challenged us to a five -a -side

match on Sunday night.

Finished?

Good.

Now, the reputation of this supermarket is at stake.

Your reputations as employees are at stake.

But this is not just a game of football.

This is what it means to be a modern -day gladiator.

Now, I want you to think of me.

as Russell Crowe. And you, you're all the other slaves.

And as slaves, you will play to the death.

For what happens on Sunday night will echo through eternity.

Sunday, 8pm, Sunny Sports Centre.

You have got to be joking, right?

We're going to get murdered.

We're playing on this right wing like a train, I am. Oh, yeah?

Heads up!

Gather round, Whitechapel.

Whitechapel, gather round.

OK, chaps.

This is it.

Now, that is Islington Sainsbury's over there. All I can see are a lot of pretty

uniforms.

Take a good look at one another.

What?

Natural -born killers.

Every one of you.

So let's get stuck in there and settle this, huh?

Hey,

Barry,

I've got this really great game.

All right, Rory?

Dickens? Aye, there's some pretty uniforms you boys got.

See, you've brought your top team this time.

Looks can be deceiving. Well, that's obvious.

What? Right.

Call. Heads. No, tails.

Tails it is.

I'm talking to an empty phone is what I'm doing, because there's a dead man on

the other end of this fucking line. I love that film.

Pacino. De Niro.

You want to see the bank job shootout scene on me plasma screen?

Right, come on, white chap. We can still win, eh?

Well, chaps, it could be worse.

How could it be worse? It's 26 -0.

It doesn't matter.

What matters is there's less than a minute to play and we are not leaving

pitch until we score a goal.

Matt, get the ball to Ben.

Ben, this is your moment.

Get your little legs.

Run up that right flank like the devil were after you.

I'll be in the centre, waiting for your cross.

Use Barry if you need to.

Matt, stay on my left flank.

I need that cross.

I need that ball.

Here.

I'll take the shot.

And we...

We will share the glory.

Got it? Yeah.

Let's score a goal.

Come on. Come on!

I often wonder what it would be like to spend the rest of my life with the world

on pause.

To live out the rest of my life between two fractions of a second.

To die of old age and then have time continue.

The young me gone, and a dead old man in my place.

Was I spending too much time in this frozen world?

It felt safe.

Untouchable.

But how safe is anyone's world?

Hello Anyone there?

It's funny, but the last thing I imagined was that maybe I wasn't the

who could stop time.

Can you make sure Sharon gets home all right?

Cheers, pal.

Right, have my phone. I'll see you both tomorrow. See you. Yeah, bye.

Thanks. Thank you.

I thought that game was never going to end.

Matt's faith in the ball hit Jenkins.

Oh, no.

Do you think you'll be okay?

I'm just eager more than anything, I'll tell you.

It's probably none of my business, but... Are you and Matt seeing each

No. We went to the cinema the other night, but just as friends.

Why?

What's Matt said?

He said he slept with you.

So you didn't? No, of course not. What do you take me for?

I'm sorry.

Did he say if I was any good?

I think it was the best sex he's never had.

So you don't have a boyfriend?

No. We split about six months ago.

We went off to university in the States and it became impossible to see each

other.

Can you?

Do you have a girlfriend?

We broke up a few weeks ago.

I'm sorry.

How are you doing?

Better.

So how long have you been at the supermarket?

About two years.

Did you go to college?

I was doing beauty therapy. I dropped out.

Why?

It wasn't me.

And besides, I needed to start earning money.

What are you saving for?

Putting myself through evening classes.

Yeah?

Studying... Spanish.

Spanish? Yeah. What's wrong with that?

Nothing. I just wasn't expecting it.

So what can you say?

Mmm... Which

means? It means your football team is

shit.

26 -0.

To my Spanish.

I've lived here all my life.

I've worked at the supermarket for two years, and even though it's happening

slow, I just feel that my life's ticking away, second at a time.

I thought that Spanish would be one way that I'd be able to find a job that

would involve travel.

Like being an air hostess or teaching English at Spanish -speaking schools.

I've always dreamt of travelling to far -off places.

Like South America.

To places where the sun kisses every morning.

But more than that, I want to be able to talk to people about their lives and

about their dreams.

Silly, really.

No, it's not.

That's your dream.

Knowing what you want is half the battle.

Nice people go through their whole lives not knowing what they want.

Things are easier to find if you know what you're looking for.

So what is it that you're looking for?

I've always wanted to be a painter.

Maybe have my work hung in a gallery one day.

I've always wanted to meet a painter.

Why?

I don't know.

I think it might be something to do with their ability to see beauty in

everything.

To then catch... and hang it on a wall for all to see.

I find it romantic.

Well,

this is me.

Number 34.

34?

It's on the top floor.

Nice.

Adios. Hasta luego.

Night, Ben.

That first kiss.

I've always made such a mess of it.

Come.

Hiya.

I just wanted to know whether you were all right.

Oh, yes, yes.

Fine. Because it looked really painful last night.

Well, no.

I'm worse than this.

And the hospital said you'd be okay?

Oh, you know.

They said I'd live.

Are you sure you're all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Do you know...

I've almost forgot it happened.

I really can't feel a thing.

I think I've had a party on Saturday.

You know, cheer everybody up.

I'm sure you'll all be there.

Won't you, Sharon?

Um... Yeah.

Great.

Watch her.

Thanks for walking home last night.

That's all right.

Thanks for sharing your dream with me.

So, have you heard the party rumor?

No. Jenkins' birthday on Saturday.

He's throwing a party.

We've all got to be there, apparently.

Oh.

Will you be my date?

Sharon!

It's my lunch break.

Can you relieve me?

So,

will you

be my date?

Yeah.

It's your lunch, Brett.

No, it's not.

Hey, it's your lunch, Brett. I don't want one.

Hammer, hammer.

He wanted to see us.

Take a chair.

Not there.

Here.

We were a bit unlucky last night, chaps.

But to lighten the mood...

And to celebrate my birthday, I'm throwing a party at my house on Saturday

night, and you're all invited.

Good.

Now, no birthday party will be complete without a surprise stripper. And I want

one of you to organise it.

Ben.

Me? Yes.

Here's 200 quid. That should be plenty for some top -shelf entertainment.

I'll put the details on the staff board this afternoon.

Well, get going, then.

So, where are you going to find a stripper?

I don't know.

But I know a man who will.

Your boss has given you 200 quid to get a surprise stripper for his own

birthday.

I like him.

Yeah, I love him on one condition.

What's that?

I can come to the party.

That's going to be a problem. Cool. Right, let's find you a stripper, eh?

You know it, you love it, you want it, you got it, you know it, you love it,

got it.

Motherfuckers wanna get with me, lay with me, love with me.

Right.

Two halves, Blake.

Right.

Motherfuckers wanna get with me, lay with me, love with me. What was the

one? Two halves.

Oh, yeah.

We just found the world's stupidest barman.

Sean, I'm not sure about this, mate. No, it's gonna be fine.

Three quid, mate.

If you wanna get with me, lay with me, love with me, uh, right.

I was, uh, wondering if you could help us.

Um, it's Isbos's birthday on Saturday, and we were looking for someone who

come and do a surprise, uh, strip.

I'm busy on Saturday.

Oh. Um, well, do you know anyone else who might be available?

Oh, no one.

But she's very expensive.

That's cool.

Is she here?

No. Charlie does private venues.

Ben. 200.

What? 200 for the stripper.

Oh.

Don't worry, love.

She's class.

Okay.

Great. New ticket to Pittsburgh.

It was now my fourth straight week without

sleep.

I had slowly stopped thinking about Susie and had dragged myself into the

present.

The extra eight hours of my life had done nothing to flow the effect of time.

The minutes flew into hours, the hours into days, and the days joined the fast

-rushing river of time.

The bad news is that time flies.

The good news is that you're the pilot.

Most of my shifts were now spent thinking about Sharon.

I drew her endlessly, over and over.

A pale milky skin.

A delicate frame.

In her eyes I could see the world.

I thought about Sharon escaping the life -sapping neons of the supermarket.

Travelling to South America.

Pursuing her dreams.

I thought about her asking me to go with her.

Both sharing in our dreams.

Her love of people, and my love of painting them.

You're home.

Yeah. You still want to be my date for the party tomorrow night, then?

Yeah, of course.

Will you come by and pick me up?

Yeah.

Eight?

Yeah, eight.

Okay. See you tomorrow.

Sharon had broken the spell.

For the first time in weeks, I slept.

I slept right through to the following afternoon.

Yeah? There's a call for you, Ben.

Hello? Hello, is this Ben Willis?

Yeah.

My name is Alex Proud from the Proud Gallery.

I saw some examples of your work at the university yesterday.

You did?

Yes, and I'd be very interested in putting on a show of your latest works.

Hello? Um, uh, yeah, yeah, I would love to.

Great. Why don't you bring some more examples of your work down to my gallery

next Monday?

Say ten?

Okay.

Thank you.

No thank you, Ben.

Buckle up.

You're the talent.

Better get ready for the party.

PDA!

Had some great news today.

What?

There's a gallery interested in showing my work.

That's fantastic.

Look at you. You're beaming inside out.

Wow.

You're on your way.

Oh, come on.

Let's go and celebrate.

Broke. Copy.

What? We can leave on Friday. Welcome!

Hello, mate.

All right?

Hi.

Ben, this is, uh, ooh.

Katrine. Katrine.

Katrine. Katrine.

Ben. This is Sharon.

Sean. Hi. Hi,

nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. Hi. And Pete.

Oh, no.

Hi, Ben.

Good, you? Thanks. You're welcome.

Oh, Susie, this is Sharon.

Nice to meet you.

And here.

What are you doing here?

It's Steve's brother's birthday.

What, Jenkins?

Yeah, he's Steve's older brother.

You know him?

Yeah, he's our boss.

You're working at Sainsbury's? Yeah, I work the night shift.

Great.

Well, I'd better get back.

It was good to see you. You too.

Nice meeting you. You too.

You alright?

No.

No. You got that. You did.

Lovely.

It's a long story.

Well, your axe, come on, leaps and bounces, the carriage.

God, how long ago was that?

Will you stay for a drink?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Is this the queue for the loo?

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

So, you want to come up to my bedroom, eat some popcorn?

Sag.

No.

Why, what's the matter? Don't you like popcorn?

Barry's going to do a stunt!

Barry's going to do a stunt!

Barry's going to do a stunt, everyone!

No, but seriously, though, Sherry.

I always thought that one day you and me might... Are you wearing eyeliner?

Wasn't that bad?

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about everything.

I know I never really gave you a chance to make me happy.

You can't rely on other people to make you happy, Susan.

I know.

Is that you?

Yeah.

Jungle survival course, Mexico.

But enough about me.

You.

You.

You look gorgeous tonight.

Still

think

about you all the time, Ben.

Why are you telling me this Have you seen Ben?

You can speed it

up. You can slow it down. You can even freeze a moment.

But you can't rewind time.

You can't undo what is done.

I thought about what she'd seen.

I thought about what she hadn't seen.

I thought about how I could explain.

But the more I thought about it, the more I knew nothing I could say would

her anger go away.

How long could I just wait there, delaying the inevitable?

I had sat there with the world on pause for two days and still no solution had

come.

I thought about the night at the sports center when I had seen a person move

when time was frozen.

If other people could move within the frozen world, then maybe it was

I could bring Sharon in on.

It was the best I could come up with.

I had forgotten how fast everything was moving.

Hello? Sharon it's me.

This felt familiar.

I tried to explain that Susie was an ex.

That she had attacked me when my guard was down.

Sharon had seen the wrong second of a two -second story.

But she wasn't listening.

Russell. Can you speak Russian?

No. Can I get it back onto English?

Yeah, can I help you?

I've got an appointment with Alex Proud.

Yeah, that's me.

Hi, Ben, Willis.

You called me about my work.

There must be something at stake. I've never heard of you.

You didn't call me?

Bastards.

Sorry, someone's played a joke on me.

Wait, is he here?

Let me take a look.

Is he yours?

Yeah.

You got any more?

Yeah, got hundreds.

Can you bring them by?

Sure.

Why don't you make an appointment with Lucy?

Proper one this time.

And we'll take it from there.

Yeah.

Ben.

Well done.

Wonderful show.

Thanks.

I'm Anna.

Anna Shapiro. Ben Willis. Nice to meet you.

I've got a gallery in New York.

I'd be interested to talk to you about your next show.

My next show?

Yes. Any ideas of what you might like to do?

Um...

I'd like to go and paint in South America.

Well, that sounds wonderfully romantic.

Here.

Take my card.

Call me.

Well done.

Congratulations. This is so great.

Thanks.

How have you been?

Good.

I haven't seen you at work.

No, I got a job at a travel agent's.

So you're one step closer to your dream.

Listen, I'm sorry about what happened at the party.

Whether you saw the second after or not, it doesn't matter.

I've learned it's what you do with every single second that counts.

It's okay.

This tells me so much more than you could ever say.

It's snowing outside.

Do you trust me?

Why?

I need to know

I need to show you something.

Once upon a time I wanted to know what love was.

Love is there if you want it to be.

You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away between the

seconds of your life.

If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it.

Weightless in her empty house, nothing's like she said

it would be.

The snow falls, she won't fall through the streets, her

moves are slightly unreal.

And she's just got a twisted mind.

And she's

just going to need more time.

Push and pull, cause there's no time to make commands for all

that's been said.

Remember now the words she said, it doesn't seem to put anything

in its right place.

Now she, she's got a very

twisted mind.