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♪ I go out walking
after midnight ♪

♪ out in the starlight ♪

♪ just like we used to do. ♪

♪ I'm always walking
after midnight ♪

♪ searching for you. ♪

This is a true story,
but I can't believe

it's really happening.

It's a murder story, too.

I can't believe my luck.

♪ I'm always walking ♪

♪ after midnight
searching for you ♪

And a love story, of
all strange things.

I know the murderer.

I know the murderee.

I know the time.

I know the place.

I know the motive
and I know the means.

I know who will be the foil,
the fool, and the poor foal.

I couldn't stop them,
even if I wanted to.

You.

Always you.

You can't stop
people once they start.

Please.

You can't stop people
once they start creating.

It all started three weeks ago
when I flew in on a red-eye

from New York.

Nobody in their right mind wants
to come to London right now.

They're afraid their crisis is
going to reach a conclusion that

everything's going
to fall into chaos.

I thought I would be able to
find something to write about.

See, I write fiction,
but my novels, um,

aren't really fiction.

You have arrived
at your destination.

You know, uh, not many people
rushing into merry ol' London

town these days.

I answered
a personal ad

in the New York Review of Books.

The celebrated writer, Mark
Asprey, was offering up his

apartment for a swap.

He would have been overwhelmed
with responses if it weren't

for the crisis.

Instead, poor Mark ended up with
my shithole in Hell's Kitchen.

Well, fuck me.

And I got the keys to his
inspiring three-bedroom flat in

the heart of London.

Mr.
Samson Young, Mr. Mark Asprey

here, checking in to see if you
survived your plane trip, mate.

Make yourself at home.

Do feel free, by the
way, to touch everything.

Everything in that place has
inspired a book in some way or a

million sales, at least.

And I hope it does that for you.
I really do.

Uh, I'm sorry it's
not all finished.

You know, I'm, I'm refurbishing
the building, but this bloody

panic everywhere, you just can't
get all the stuff you need,

no matter how much money
you throw at the problem.

I left a copy of my third novel
on the desk, "Crossbone Waters."

It never hurts to
reread the classics,

for a spot of inspiration.

Your place is just phenomenal.

I had no idea this would be
so wonderfully diminished.

As you know, my latest character
lives in Hell's Kitchen,

and I think I might
make him even poorer.

It's just going to be delicious
and I can't thank you enough.

Well, I just hope
you enjoy yourself.

- Hey, Tiger.

- Oh, yes.

I do hope you get a chance
to enjoy the mirrors.

I do.

Anyway, see you, mate.

If London's a pub and
you want the whole story,

well, where do you go?

You go to a London pub.

Hey.

Here he is, Samson Young,
my famous American friend.

Now here we got
my boy Thelonius.

Dean, Zbig, Zbig2,
Big Dread, Shakespeare.

Shakespeare.

Norvis, Fucker, Bogdan, Juniper.

And there's Pepsi,
Pongo, and God.

And my mate, Guy Clinch.

Nobility, he is.

He is a cousin to the
King or Queen, or something.

He had a bit of trouble when he
first come into the Black Cross,

but I introduced
him to some faces.

And now he's got a
face all of his own.

Guy Clinch, Samson Young.

Pleasure to meet you, Samson.

Yeah, Sam's fine.

And, you know, Sam is newly
arrived, an American, writer.

Yeah?

Oh, fuck me.

You all right, man?

Yeah. Loan sharks.

Loan sharks?

Keith, you really
shouldn't be doing that.

Well, I try.

Every time I borrowed money from
you, I paid you back, didn't I?

Well, no, you've never
actually paid me back.

Pleasure to meet you, Sam.

Yeah, you, too.

Yeah, listen. You don't loan
money, do you, Sam, huh?

No. I'm just a broke writer.

Yeah. Why should
they own me, right?

I'm behind on me rent.

Two fucking weeks.

Listen, I appreciate your
trustworthy instincts.

- Yeah, all right.

- I had to borrow a pinch from me
old loan shark, Kirk Stockist.

Trouble was, I already owed a
ton, for me dart's training

and other expenses.

I recognize the
stench, but not the face.

- So then I had to borrow money
from Ashley Royal to pay the vig

on Kirk's loan.

You've got a week.

Then you suffer.

- Would have been fine
had it not have been for an

unwise investment.

So now I got to borrow from
me old man, Chick Purchase.

Trouble was there's a bit
of bad blood between us.

You know something?

I'm actually fucking ecstatic
to loan you as much as I can,

so that I can fuck you
up as hard as I can,

when you don't pay.

Oh, don't tickle me there.

And, love, it will
not be over quickly.

And I promise you
will not enjoy it.

So my advice to you is to
celebrate while you can,

Go and drop a bit on a bird, ey?

- Now all three require
payment immediate and in full.

Take care, love.

You don't play
darts, do you, Sam?

I'll give you lessons
if you'd like.

Darts is destiny.

My God.

Do you have any
Gauloise cigarettes?

We don't sell
French fags here, darling.

Carlyle, come here.

Right.

Now.

Go and get this lady her
French snouts, will you?

Go on, fuck off.

Poor, grieving girl, hey?
Is the world against everything?

I've lived down the road for
over a year now and this is the

first time I've been in here.

I've always wondered
what it was like.

I just never had the courage.

I suppose this is by way
of having been in a wake?

Ey, he wasn't family, was he?

Not anyone I knew very well.

Still, it does you credit.

No, it shows respect,
don't it, huh?

Here we are at the
event horizon of a black hole.

Anything, including matter and
photons that pass this boundary

are unable to escape.

A black veil, it's ironic
how becoming it is.

One never gets enough
opportunity to wear one.

People should die more often.

What's your name, sweetheart?

Nicola Six.

You want sex?

It's S-I-X.

Fuck off.

Thank you.

Now.

An honour to service you.

You all right?

Sorry.

Thank you.

I must be leaving now.

You've been very kind.

Keith, you're, you're not--
hey, a girl like that?

A girl like what?

Well...

Mate, she's dreaming of it.

Oh, no, no, yeah,
she's begging for it.

She's just been to
a funeral, Keith.

Well then she's praying for it.

Life fucking goes
on, dunnit, ey?

With Keith and Guy,
I had two promising story

characters, two men
forming a social contrast.

But none of this would've
started without the girl.

There was no book
without the girl.

You know they say the first
thing that will go

with the hot sun,
would be the flowers.

Won't be any more flowers.

Now I see a girl
like you, you know,

a bit of a beauty, you know,
head in the clouds as such.

Now me, me, I'm Handy Andy.

I'm Mr. Fixit.

And say, what's your
phone number, Nick?

Of all things,
she lives in my building.

Remarkable.

The pain kit from Dr.
Slizard arrived in good time,

like a box of candy.

Why can't I do it?

Why can't I just write?

I write.

I'm a writer.

From the moment Nicola's
thoughts began to be

consecutive, she knew
two strange things.

I've always known
what was going to happen next.

The second was that
she must never tell anyone

about the first.

Hers was a specific
kind of fortune-telling.

Nicola saw the death of
many, many things.

She knew her
young friend Dominique

would fall to her death.

How painful.

I was prepared for mom and dad.

She knew her parents
would die in a plane crash.

They both died, together,

as I always knew they would.

So why love anyone?

I met the surviving
pilot and slept with him.

If the crash didn't
kill him, love would.

She saw the circles
of concentric devastation,

with London like a bull's-eye
in the centre of the board.

She knew that was coming.

Nicola knew when her
own story ended, too.

Some minutes after midnight,
on her 30th birthday,

Guy Fawkes Day,

her final entry in
the Black Cross Pub.

I found my murderer.

I found my murderer.

I met him.

Today.

Yes?

Oh, hello.
Uh, my name is Samson Young.

I live downstairs. Um...

You gonna sit down?

Thank you.

Okay.

So I, uh, I read everything.

Look, I'm a writer.

Anything I might know?

I seriously doubt it.

Listen, I believe
your premonitions.

I believe you see your death.

So, who's going to kill you?

I don't know.

I just know he was
there yesterday.

I've always wanted
to write a murder novel,

but I was never
close enough to it.

I, um,

I, believe I would have
to be there recording it.

Would you let me do that?

I think it could
be my masterpiece.

Yes.

I know what you're thinking.

It's a gift.

And I'm going to
take it regardless.

She was a great character,
a fascinating creature.

Compelling.

Self-destructive.

I have the makings of a really
snappy little thriller.

She entered the Black Cross.

She entered the
pub and its murk.

She lifted her veil with
both hands like a bride,

surveyed the main
actors of the scene,

and immediately, she knew,

with pain,
with intense recognition,

that she had found him,
her murderer.

I just had a deja vu.

Nicola awoke and heard the rain
and went back to sleep again.

Or she tried.

I want more on that Mark Asprey,

that's what I want more of.

Not to be greedy, my love, but
you cannot expect a girl to go

gentle into that good night
after having received

such an otherworldly fucking.

Come in!

Mr. Handy Andy.

Are you famous?

Everyone has their dreams.

You want a drink or something?

No, not for me,
darling, you know,

work before pleasure isn't it?

But you're already quite
drunk, aren't you, Keith?

Fuck me.

Keith, "Fuck me." Belches.

Oh, fucking--

me fucking darts thumb.

Yeah. Yeah,

I know the knockers
take the piss

out of the sport these days.

But I happen to have
reached the last 32

in the Duoshare Sparrow Masters.

You know, one more win and Keith
Talent here will be televised.

You're dripping blood.

Ey? Oh.

Let me see.

You married?

Nah.

Well, me wife thinks she is.

How about children?

Oh, no. No, no, no.
God, no.

Yeah, a little girl we got.

- Uh-hmm.

Princess. Lovely she is.
- Yeah.

What about you, ey?

You know what babies
do, Keith, don't you?

They ruin your figure.

And one other thing,

the man you introduced me to the
other day at the Black Cross,

the posh one.

Oh, yeah.

Guy Clinch.

I'd like to meet him.

You could arrange
that, couldn't you?

Have Guy call and
do it now, please.

Is it gonna be Keith?

Well, he's kind of an animal
presence, wouldn't you say?

I mean he's an animal in bed,
but animals can be trained,

can't they?

Yes, ma'am.

You know, I was round at
Nicki' house, you know, Nicola,

the one in the veil
in the Black Cross.

Right.

You know, I thought she
might want see you too.

What, do you mean, her flat?

Don't be daft.

Here.

Now, she's a funny
one, that one.

Now one minute she's
coming on dead tasty.

And in the next minute,
she's Lady Muck.

So did, uh, did anything happen?

Nah, fuck all, really.

I took my leave and
she's asking about you.

About me?

Yeah, wants you to phone her.

How, uh,

how exactly does
she require my help?

Don't ask me, mate.

Maybe she likes her own sort.

I'm going to take a nap.

Hello.

Do you mind?

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, yes.

Smashing wife.

Smashing wife.

Find out
how much Keith owes,

I'll take care of it.

You know, I told Keith
to have Guy call me.

I'm sure he will.

Keith, I couldn't ask
you a favour, could I?

Couldn't look after the
child for 20 minutes.

It's my shift.

Of course I can. Ah.

Oh, no, I love the little one.

What you doing?

You're having a little
war on words, are you?

I've got a book you might like.

I'll open this book.

Yeah, a nice picture book,
Kelly Lace, she's a vegetarian.

Oh, you want some of that?

Yeah, go on.

That's it, breathe it right
down, down like a man.

You know, Guy
seems so sweet and gentle.

And he might be
capable of loving me.

It's Guy Clinch.
Is Nicola Six there, please?

- Speaking.

- I'm not disturbing
you at all, am I?

No, no, not at all.
I..I'd like your help,

if it wouldn't be too much
out of... out of your way.

Do you think we could meet?

She's setting up the
oldest conflict in the world.

Two men, one woman.

Someone dies.

Guy Clinch, when he woke up in
the morning, there was no life,

so life can loom up
on him at any moment.

So just when things
were starting to finally open up

between my parents and I,
they died in a plane crash.

Oh, my God.
Sorry, Nicola.

Thank you.

That's when I
joined the convent.

They sent me to work in India
where I, uh, worked in an

orphanage there.

Wow.

Umm.

Hmm.

I take it you're married.

Yes, yeah.

Nine years now.

You must be a romantic like me.

It's funny though,

romantic life never
quite matches up somehow.

Still, one must
never give up hope.

There was something
I wanted to ask you.

Yeah, of course.

So when I was in the
orphanage, I was friends

with a little Burmese girl.

She was a few years
younger than me.

We were like sisters, and I
promised her one day

we would live together,
that I would get her out.

But when I returned, I found
out that she had been adopted

by a Saudi businessman.

All right.

She had his son.

God.

- And when he washed
his hands of her,

she was repatriated
back to Burma.

Now, she's not even
allowed back into England.

It's just such a mess.

Yeah.

- I just figured you
were the sort of person

who might know
someone, higher up.

- Of course, yeah, yeah.

I can... I can...
I can definitely try.

Her name is Enola Gay

and her son is simply
known as Little Boy.

All right.

I'm sorry, uh, Enola Gay then
that's it, nothing else?

Little Boy?

All I know
for sure is the last scene.

The car, the car tool, the
murderer awaiting in his car,

the murderee
walking towards him.

But I don't know how to
get to the dead-end street.

Was that the car?

Guy is just so sweet.

So it's gonna be Guy?

Well, it's his car and
he's falling in love.

It normally ends
very badly with me.

Guy Clinch was a
good guy, or a nice one, anyway.

He worked for the family
business trying to keep tabs on

the proliferating
hydra of Clinch money.

Guy wanted for nothing
and lacked everything.

Guy had money,
health, handsomeness,

and he was lifeless.

Nice joint you got there.

For years, he'd been trying to
have a child with his wife Hope.

Excuse me.

- They used to worry about
the kind of world they were

bringing their child into.

Don't you understand me?

Kevin, Kevin.

But when their prayers were
answered, they worried about

what kind of child they were
bringing into the world.

Guy always thought it was
life he was looking for,

but it must've been death.

Keith, I've been
waiting for you all morning.

Would you take him
for a bit, please?

Ah love, fuck off.

Look, I'm fucking
busy all right?

I got me dart's class to teach.

She's got the hiccups
and I've been...

I've been feeling a bit dizzy.

Why? What's the
matter with you, hey?

Please.

Hey, come here.
Hey, come here you.

I'm a dart.
What kind of dart am I?

The Finisher.

Yeah, that's right.

And what does the
finishing dart do?

Bull's-eye.

You're a little angel, you are.

Come on.

Premium shot, Samson.

Imagine the dart's like a pen,
write a love letter

to triple 13,
sealed with a kiss.

- Guy Fawkes Day
is coming up, Keith.

Here, darling.

You know I haven't eaten, right?

Huh?

Well, and today
is your lucky day,

'cause I'm like a fucking
historian, ain't I?

Oi, oi, oi, oi.

He was hanged,
drawn, and quartered,

and I know this
might sound unpleasant,

but I might just have
to fucking Guy Fawkes you.

I thought he was burned.

If they burnt him, he was
already dead, weren't he?

Know what I mean?

Ashes to ashes
like, dust to dust.

Right.

It's fucking dirt
and worms, mate.

It's fucking dirt and worms.

Oh, one more thing.

I bought out all your debts.

So, no one left to borrow from.

She's lovely, the little girl.

I decided to send
the first three chapters

to my long-time
publisher, Missy Harder.

I knew Missy.

It was right up her alley,
callous and sensational.

She wouldn't be able to resist.

The normal accepted laws of
writing are working backwards.

What started out
as reality fiction

is becoming more and more
unvarnished reality.

I have to keep reminding
myself that this is a story.

I'm writing a story, if I can
just get the balance right.

501 Up, it's the
Texas Hold 'Em of darts.

The rules are pretty simple,

you have to score
exactly 501 points.

You go over, you bust.

Play it again.

- That's about it.

Excuse me.

Nicola used to think
that she might be saved by love,

but it never happened.

She could make a man feel he
was at last really living.

She could attract it,
she could bring love in...

Nicola.

- couldn't send love out.

Coming.

She wore an itsy-witsy...

Do you know the origin of
the word "bikini," Keith?

Yeah. What?

Bikini, it's from the
Bikini Atoll in the Pacific,

where the U.S.
conducted atomic bomb tests.

I know all about your
money trouble, Keith.

And very soon, I'm gonna
give you a lot of money.

I wanna believe that you will.

Guy is supporting
a foreigner and her son

in their efforts
to escape Burma.

Very oppressed people,
poor, unfortunate really.

And you, Keith, can get 30,000
just for setting things up.

Nicola, I have some,
uh, some rather bad news.

Uh, I thought that--
hello?

It's coming.

This is just a little,
to start you off.

Oh, Nikki, do you know
what that looks like?

A gun barrel in a holster?

Exactly.

You can have the
money if you don't touch.

And qualities of
patience and coolness,

that I imagine you apply
to your darts, Keith,

apply to me.

Nicola?

You'll find with me,

when it rains it pours.

And when it pours,
I get rather wet.

Take this,
and this,

you don't have to do anything
nasty with it, Keith.

Just props, for Guy.

Now leave my flat.

- Hello, mate.
- Hello, Keith.

Nicola?

Sorry, I was just changing.

Hi.

It's lovely to see you.

Look, uh, some bad news,
I, I made some calls, um,

but I didn't come up
with anything in Burma,

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Yeah. I'm not
gonna stop trying, uh, I,

I haven't given up, up yet.

It seems a bit stupid now but
I, uh, I bought you a gift, uh,

sadly a consolation prize
but I thought it would be

something to cheer you up.
It's a...

it's a globe, obviously.

Where's Burma?

Would you do me a favour?

Yes. Of course.

Would you please take these
to a jewelry store for me

and sell them? I'm sure
they'll just take advantage

of me if I try to do it myself.

They were my grandmother's.

I don't know how much they're
worth but I think it should be

enough to get me a plane ticket.

It's just that I got a call
from my Foreign Office friend

yesterday and he's gonna come
into London to talk to me.

He's found Enola and Little Boy
but there are warlords and all

sorts of complications and they
need to be paid in order to get

out and I don't
know what else to do.

It's all right.
It's all right.

I think I should come
with you, all right?

And it'll be safer.

I promised my friend
I would be alone.

Well, in that case I'll come,

but I'll keep at a
distance, all right?

Look, I'm gonna
take care of everything,

everything from here on in.

You really are a good person.

Yeah.

Let's put these back
where they belong, shall we?

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

Mi Mi's mother is very sick and
we have to go to Hong Kong.

She would very much like to
clean for you when we get back.

Don't worry.

I understand completely.

Here's a cheque.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry the
last one bounced.

Looks trustworthy.

What was his, uh, hmm,
what was his estimate?

Sixty thousand.

Sixty thousand?

Right.

Did you find out whether it's
in, uh, pounds or, or dollars

or, kyat, I think?

I'm so sorry to bring
you into all of this.

- No.

Uh, no, it's, uh, it's
gratifying for me to help you,

do you understand?

We're gonna save them,
Enola and her Little Boy.

It's pounds.

Right.

Of course.

I better get back to him.

♪ So Sergeant Pepper
took you by surprise ♪

♪ You better see right
through that mother's eyes ♪

Things are the way they are.

♪ Those freaks was
right when they said-- ♪

What am I supposed
to do, try and stop it?

Exactly.

That's what you should
do, stop it and live.

- Everyone has their
dreams, don't they?

- People kill
for a lot of reasons.

- My murder is not gonna be a
standard issue thrill kill.

- Call it off and live.

- It's fixed.

- If you know
you're going to die,

why don't you just skip town?

- It wouldn't stop it.

It wouldn't change anything.

I'm just playing my
part, beginner's luck.

I always knew I'd be killed
over an affair of the heart,

passion, love, you know.

You shouldn't kiss me.

Fine.

Nicola purposely showed up
late to her dinner with Keith.

Akhbar, give her
a fucking menu, will you?

I'll take a gin
and tonic, please.

I'm on a special diet.

No food.

Is there a good reason
why you're late?

Did you dress up for me?

You look so handsome.

You remind me of the
King of Saudi Arabia.

"I once slept,"
she said,

"experimentally with
the king of Saudi Arabia."

He had his men searched
the entire world for

the most beautiful women alive.

People do want value for their
money, don't they, Keith?

Yeah, absolutely.

Absolutely they do.

The thing about the King was...

the King never slept with
the same same woman twice.

When I was brought to his room,
he laid out two lines of the

finest cocaine...

when I was brought
to his room, he laid out

the most miraculous panties.

Knickers.

Knickers.

- Worth a fortune.

Fortune.

They were absolutely weightless.

Six weeks later there
was a revolution

and the King was
dead within a year.

And soon Keith,
you'll be king, too.

If London is a spider
web, maybe I'm the fly.

Did you write that, for my book?

Uh-hmm.

To tell you the truth,
I feel pretty good about

my writing right now.

I think I'm doing the
best work of my life.

I picked up your book,
Memoirs of a Listener.

Yeah, let's change the subject.
How about that?

I'm not one of your
one-dimensional characters, Sam.

You've got to get that.

I'm pretty worried that the
critics are gonna call you a

male fantasy figure.

I know your secret.

You do?

And what is it?

I'll race you to
the finish line.

Correction, you go
first, I go second.

Remember, I have to write it.

I'm not in love with her.

Something intertwines
us but it isn't love.

With Nicola, it's the
other thing, it's death.

There's no language for
pain except bad language.

A single pill in a bottle,
that's for when the living will

envy the dead.

That's for the most painful
condition of all, life.

Hello, mate. Mark.

Um, I finished your book and,
uh, I've got to say

I so admire your nerve.

The endless contortions
of your prose, so brave.

You know, an autobiography is,
uh, most of the time,

just success stories.

For a man to take up his pen
and tell a story of continual

failure is just so bloody brave.

Sales, and success,
and money, and acclaim,

they're not the
measure of an artist

but really, well done, mate.

Hello?

Guy? I'm sorry, but I
can't see you anymore.

It's just too hard for me.

I just don't trust
myself when I'm with you.

This has to be goodbye.

Nicola, you can't.

You can't, it's not fair.

I could never accept your money.

And please, don't worry
about my friends in need.

Nicola, stop it.
All right? Stop it.

You have to... you have
to let me help you.

I'm sorry. Goodbye.

Nicola?

Keith.

I'm desperate.

Where's the fucking
money in that?

Are you doing me,
young lady, huh?

Are you having me for a cunt?

Because I'm not having that.

Keith.

I'm not having that.

- The money is coming.
Trust me.

I'm very good at this.

Go and see Guy.

Tell him this.

Tell him I'm pale and drawn and
pining away, and that I sit

staring at the
beautiful globe crying

and that I'm selling
off all my things.

Get out.

Hello, Keith.

Now, listen, mate.

I just popped around Nicola's
and between you and me,

it don't look too shrewd, mate.

Yeah, yeah, says to me,
"Don't fix this.

Don't fix that.
There's no point.

What's the point?
There's no point then."

Says she's leaving London.

Yeah, going to some place
with poppies and drug lords

or something.

You, you, you don't
think she's gonna do it?

All this, mate, it's too much.

I've never seen her so down.

You know, she just sits there,

spinning that
little globe thing.

So she's been having
a bit of a cry.

I'm worried she might
do herself an injury.

I had a chill run
through me today.

It's a feeling of
life leaving me.

My breath was shallow and my
heartbeat was really faint.

I guess I'm quitting
whether I like it or not.

But goddammit, I can't go yet.

I still don't know who you are.

But you know me.

It's in my diaries.

I know you're beautiful.

I know the entire
world falls into you

and does anything you want.

I mean, look at me,
and look at you,

I have no idea what it's like.

I can't imagine it.

I just don't understand.

Look at me.

Really?

Look at me!

No one does.

As you don't have
any living family member

to advise you, I can't
allow you to do this.

- What's this?
- Nothing.

- You're leaving tomorrow?

I can't let you do that.

- I'm sorry, Guy.

It's a bloody good
thing you did all right,

because I'm absolutely furious.

You have to take
this money, all right?

You have to.

- I couldn't.
- You have to.

I couldn't.

As a little girl,
Nicola did have a best friend

named Enola Gay.
They were inseparable.

Enola shared in all of Nicola's
schemes and domestic terrorism.

But the thing about Enola was...

she came from inside
the head of Nicola Six.

It's too much for me.

It's too much.
It's too much for me.

She didn't exist,
so she couldn't die.

♪ Everything,
even life, ♪

♪ seems to be
made of particles ♪

♪ Mathematically the
state of these particles ♪

♪ cannot be described
by six numbers ♪

♪ Their position and velocity ♪

♪ but by a wave function ♪

♪ Giving them properties
both of particles ♪

♪ they exist or they don't ♪

♪ And in ways they can be in
several places at once in a ♪

♪ so-called super-position ♪

♪ Oh this simple
thing that I forgot ♪

♪ You cover me, you cover me ♪

Nicola, don't.

Please stop.

Stop it.

Stop it.

You know it has to.

It has to happen, at least once.

♪ You comfort me ♪

You see, I can't.

♪ You comfort me ♪

I can.

♪ Oh, oh, ♪

♪ this simple thing
that I forgot ♪

- Be still.

Be still.

♪ You cover me,
you cover me ♪

Close your eyes.

How do you feel
about me, truthfully?

The truth is you're a bad dream.

I keep thinking I'll wake
up and you'll disappear.

You're so alone, Sam.

Why am I the
only person with you?

People don't like to
see life fading away.

Yes?

Good afternoon.
I'm your new social worker.

- Where is Mrs. Ovens?

- Is your husband at
home at the moment?

- Yes. He's not been
very well, though. He's, uh--

- I am sure you're aware of
the dangers of passive smoking?

- Well, I've been passively
smoking for years

and it hasn't done me any harm.

- I'm afraid I might
have to seek an order.

Order? What?

I know we haven't got what
some do, but we are trying.

Yeah, you tell her, Kath.

- You come in here--
- You haven't got any money.

It's certainly not
enough for proper care.

There is nothing I wouldn't
do for my daughter.

- My God, do you
abuse you daughter?

I mean, I can't say I
like the look of that dog.

- Hey, hey, wait a minute, no one
talks about my dog like that.

- You. Fuck off out of it.

What kind of care do you
give people from an office?

Get out, you evil witch.

Get the fuck out.

Good day.

- You don't let her touch you.

You are who you are.

You all right?

You know I'm gonna fucking
kill you, don't you?

Shall we say eight?

This is London.

There are no fields.

Only fields of operation
and observation.

I'm sorry?

I didn't say anything.

The human being can
formulate a strategy for death,

general or defiant.

But then death moves in
completely and decides to run

the show at some
point near the end.

Nicola wasn't
having any of that.

She would be running
things right up to the

very last second.

You know, I'm looking
forward to the eclipse.

It's on my birthday.

No, no, no, no, no.

You shouldn't have
come to my place.

Never should have done that.

- Now I know why.

You didn't want me
to see how you live.

You live like a pig.

That is so fucking
out of order!!

Sixty thousand pounds.

That's more than you need
so that you can take care of

all your other troubles
and clear your mind-

for what's really important,

the big one.

The big one, huh?

Yes.

TV stardom.

Televised.

See, that's where you belong.

That is where everything that
you want is, including me.

All right?

You can have a taste now.

I said a taste, a taste.

Now, go home.

♪ I want my MTV ♪

♪ Look at them yo-yo's,
that's the way you do it ♪

♪ You play the
guitar on the MTV ♪

♪ That ain't working,
that's the way you do it ♪

♪ Money for nothing and
your chicks for free ♪

♪ Money for nothing ♪

♪ chicks for free ♪

♪ Money for nothing ♪

♪ chicks for free ♪

♪ Oh, the money for nothing ♪

Oh, back in the game,
The Finisher.

You're
quite the ballerina, Keith.

Hey, ow.

Chick--

Because not so nice things
are gonna happen to you in here.

- Hey, listen.

- No, uh, I ain't for it.

- Now, there's no need for that,
look, look, look, I got

the money. Look, it's right
here, I even got extra for you.

Look, there's even
extra in there.

Go and look. Have a look.

- Extra?
- Yeah.

- Count it.

It's all there.

What?

You're a smart man.

You're a smart fucking
man to bring extra.

Read all about it.

I'm fucking proud of you.

Go on son, have at it.

Have a bang on that,
fucking take it.

I feel like I owe
you an apology.

I want to see a man that can
handle these fucking drugs, man.

Don't disappoint.

Oh, I really need a hug.

A hug?

Because the fucking
floor as well.

- Is that even gonna
hold you, son?

- Yeah.

- You looked after
me, didn't you?

I'll tell you why.

You're such a sweet,
sweet fucking boy.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Chick, Chick,
Chick, Chick, Chick.

Look, look, look, look at me.
Look at me.

Yeah.

There's noone
here to see you.

What?

It's just you and me, mate.

Open your eyes.

- I got the fucking money.
- Open your eyes.

- Fucking, God, I
have the fucking money.

- Here, give you one here.

Cock.

No, not the cock.

Is his name Jesus? Tell me now.

Is your cock's name Jesus?

What?

It is now.

It is now?

Jesus fucking Christ.

And he was nailed to the
fucking cross, right?

- That's right.
- That's a nail.

I did it all for you, everything
I've done, I've done it for you.

- Is your cock's name Jesus?

on my face.

It's
the sort of darts

that Robin Hood
would be proud of.

I understand that in
years past you threw number

three for the pub, Keith,
then poof, here you are on a

winning streak,
a contender for the throne.

Yeah, that's right.
It's very sweet, Tony.

You know, um, the pub's two
top darters, uh, Duane Kensal

and Alex O'Boye were
defeated by me very recently.

Yeah. So the Duoshare
come round and, you know,

I was giving the
game its spirit, mate.

You see, I'm oozing confidence.

May Lady Luck smile
on you, Keith.

Right.

There's something about
Keith when he's in this mood.

He's so confident.
He's got talent, sure,

but that swagger,
how long can he keep it?

And how far will it take him?

Some say there's gonna be a
Chick Purchase rendezvous

a la darts.

Fuck him.

Oh.

Uh, we apologize
sincerely for the language.

I cannot believe
it has taken me this long to

realize why I felt
so strange in your place.

And it's because I've
kind of done this.

I've kind of been you before,
it's a character I read in my

third novel,
"Crossbone Waters."

Uh, and, and for all intents and
purposes, it was you, and I cut

him in the end, the character
was just too, too depressing.

I just couldn't find
any truth in him.

You're not trying to face
the truth, are you, Samson?

Don't be.

Doesn't serve you, won't help.

Anyway, who am I to give advice?

Just because I sold a few more
books than you,

what do I know
about life and art?

Some say there's gonna be a
Chick Purchase rendezvous

a la darts.

I'm getting kind of bored...

Fuck him.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Keith.

Do you remember what it
feels like to be punished?

- Huh?

Come here.

Oh, you know Keith
has another one now?

Really?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Just around the
corner, the rich one.

You know the one, though, man.

He doing her ass up every night.

Dark personality bitch.

Wait, what do you
mean another one?

I'm innocent.

See, I know you covered
the bitch but she is his.

Keith is a slayer.

Oh, one more thing.
She pays him for it.

What?

Hmm. Keith is her toy boy.

No, she has nothing
to do with Keith like that.

Don't be a fool now, man.

You follow the darts.

Nicola, 'tis the one.

He's the only one
who ever mattered.

M.A.

Aaahhh!!

Nicola-
you've killed me.

Another writer.

Hello.

What happened to your apartment?

An accident.

Do you want to sit down?

What's wrong?

Hey,
I'll tell you what Nikki.

I'm not gonna watch
that for a month.

Pure filth, that one.

I'm sorry, I almost forgot
you were even here.

Keith.

Yeah. I'll tell you what,
I'll let meself out, shall I?

- Thank you.
Good night, Keith.

So tell me, so sorry,
but what were you saying?

Is he... is he
here all the time?

I teach him.

You, you, you teach him.

I, I don't understand.

I mean, he's, it's not that
he's illiterate exactly.

I mean, he's really
been picking up on it.

He's doing great
actually. But...

you know I gave him his first
copy of "Wuthering Heights"

the other day.

- Is that, hold on
one second. Has he ever...

has he ever done
anything to you?

What do you mean?

Has he ever tried to fuck you?

How could you even ask me that?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I just... I'm sorry.

I don't... I don't know
what came over me.

All right. I was just
being jealous, that's it.

Nicola.

Nicola...

it's because I
love you that's why.

I love you.

I love you.

- I just wanna protect you.

I love you.

- I want you to have
the keys to my flat.

- Thank you.

I'll be right back.

Hi.

Hello.

That's OK.

May I touch?

Yes, please.

It's like a rock.

Yeah.

The kiss of death.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Poisons and paralyzes.

There's something
I haven't told you.

- What?

I'm a virgin.

Right.

Okay. Well, well that's okay.

Do you, do you wanna, do you
wanna, do you wanna stop?

We should just stop.

No, no, no.

No, it's okay.

Oh, my God.

Nicola often found herself
imagining that she was

going out with God.

She'd slept with him once and
once only, then never again.

God cried in the street
outside her flat.

God got Shakespeare
and Dante working as a team

to write her poems.

Of course there was
another man in Nicola's life-

the devil.

Nicola gave herself to the devil
because she wanted to make God

mad, a jealous God, and he
threatened to wash his hands

with the whole planet.

He promised a plague,
and famine and terror.

He threatened to make her old
and keep her that way forever.

Nicola told him to get lost.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- What, what?

I just realized something's
terribly wrong.

What, what, what, what?

There's something
you have to do first.

Uh, you want me to leave
my wife? I'll leave my wife.

I'll leave her. I'll leave my
wife. It's fine.

- No, no, no.
- What, what, what? What, what?

I don't want you to leave her.

I want you to tell her.

It's bad enough
what we're doing.

It could harm her more
if she doesn't know.

All right.
You want me to tell her?

Okay?

You want me to...
Okay. I'm gonna tell my wife.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Okay. That's fine.

That's fine.

- Okay.

- Okay. That's fine.
That's fine.

Samson, Mark.

Talk to your
neighbors, get in there.

I would, well I did.

This was
the 5th of November.

This was Horror Day.

I wasn't in love with Nicola.

Something intertwined
us, but it wasn't love.

With Nicola it was
the other thing.

Death.

Happy Birthday.

Did he, uh...

did he love you?

Did Mark write about you?

He was afraid of me.

But he found a way to escape.

Without the story?

Without being in the story.

This is the dress of my dreams.

unofficial
declaration of war, a nuclear--

- undefeated Chick Purchase

will play the eighth-seed
Keith Talent.

The Black Cross Pub.
Good luck, Keith.

You'll need it.

Probably sound more
dramatic than it really is,

I expect, but...

there's someone else.

It seems to me that there's
been a need to redefine our

relationship, huh?

You should've lied about it.

Would you like to know
how the story ends?

Well, you could always imagine
whatever you want to, no matter

what's going on in the world,
you could always imagine

anything you like, and
it'll make you happy.

Okay?

Package for you, sir.

Ah, thank you.

Listen, where's actual pub?

Pub?

You know, where's the crowd?
And, and the birds? And...

We use cutaways, and just
slug-in fake audience reaction

shots later.

There's never anybody here.

What you see at home is
a hundred percent TV magic.

Love is blind.

But it makes you
see the blind man.

It makes you search
him out with eyes of love.

after years of
war and revolution,

dreams and imagination.

Love is a big idea.

It's thought police, it's a
knock on the door at 3:00 A.M.

Love makes you bring on World
War III for a piece of ass.

Enola Gay was the plane that
flew the mission to Hiroshima.

The pilot named the
aircraft after his mother.

He was once her little boy.

But Little Boy was
the name of the atom bomb

that killed fifty thousand
people in 120 seconds.

Ah, there's Chick.

You certainly gotta
respect his style.

Well, he's got some
neck, and he's got the pole.

Yeah. Hey, look,
who's that with him?

It's Julian Neat.
Agent to the darting stars.

As always looking
fabulous, Chick.

Thanks ever so much.

Hey baby girl, hey.

Oh, Chick mate.

Listen, let's say we forget
any past un-pleasantry, eh?

What is a stunner of this
stature doing with a fucking

trog like you?

Eh?

Seriously, the mind boggles.

What is it?

Narcissistic personality
disorder or...

oh, got it.

Likes to be watched?

Eh?

I love to be watched.

I would too if I was her.

And you Keithy-
was now.

Okay, you lot.

Pre-match interview.

In five,
four, three, two, one.

A real treat in store
for you this evening.

To my right, the one and only
Chick "Cock of the Walk"

Purchase.

And to my left,
Keith Talent. So...

Tony, I'm Keith
Talent, The Finisher.

Right.

Chick.

To be quite frank, I just hope
it's not too one-sided, really,

you know, for the sake of sport,
for the sake of darts, like.

For Queen and country, really.

Got it, brilliant.
Thanks, lads.

Thirty seconds, yeah?

Looking a bit
out of sorts, Keith.

Keith Talent,
the young upstart, from the

Black Cross, will throw first.

That's a fast start from Keith,
who's coming in with a ton 40.

But what does the maestro have?

What a star he is.

Wow.

You'd say you don't believe it.

But there we go, that's how
to start a game of darts.

Get on with it.

There's one.

There's two.

Now, Chick is...
what's Chick doing?

He's toying with him.

You're bad.

Well, shocker.

Oh, that is a schoolboy error.

This is man against boy.

This is boy against man, oh.

The blind throw from,
Purchase, get your darts out.

Pleasing.

Can he keep it together on the
biggest stage of his life?

Well, he's getting a
bit finished off here.

I'm not sure he's
really concentrating.

I'm not sure his mind's here.

He's responded remarkably well,
with that treble 20

to start off the leg.

Nicola.

Ah ha.

Nicola.

What?

I think you should
come out with me, now.

Please.

Nicola, I think you
should come home with me.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

You're coming home with me!

- Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Don't be a cunt.

- mate, do you want one..
- Hey, don't be a cunt.

Eh, it's game over, mate.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.
It is fucking game over.

Please, all right?

She's coming home with me.

She's coming home with me.

Oh.

Yeah. For more of
what she got last night.

Fuck off.

Yeah.

Ain't that right girl, eh?

Hardly

Keith,
are you with us?

Of all the forces,
love is the strangest.

Love can make a woman pick up a
bus, or it can crush a man under

the weight of a feather, or it
just lets everything go on as if

it was yesterday,
and will be tomorrow.

Samson, Mark,
slide here my cup, sir,

I'm gonna say some
uncomfortable things, mate.

I know you're envious
on some level of me,

many levels probably.

And I can't blame you.

But here's the thing.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter what
anyone writes anymore.

Time for the
mattering has passed,

truth doesn't matter anymore.

And is not wanted.

Lower the flag, mate.

Anyway, see you.

Keith.

I'm gonna do her.

I'm, I'm gonna fucking do her.

Ey, look what she's done to me.

Look what she's done to me!

Eh! You want some?

Oh, you fucking want some?
Do you?

Come on, eh.

Come on, then.

Oh, fucking come on then!

Aaarrghh!!

I lost it.

I know.

I lost it.
I lost it.

- Could you take him to
Thatcher Tower, Golborne Road.

If you can help him
upstairs, please.

If you don't mind.

Look what she's done to me.

Just get out of the car, Guy.

Look at what she's done to me.

I want you to listen to me.

Get out of the car.

What has she done to me, Sam?

This is a true story but I can't
believe it's really happening.

It's a murder story too.

I can't believe my luck.

It's a love story of
all strange things.

I know the murderer,

I know the murderee.

I know the time.

I know the place.

I know the motive,
and I know the means.

You.

Always you.

- The equation she was working
on needed love in it somewhere,

and love was dying.

It was fixed from that first
moment in the Black Cross when

she looked my way with
eyes of recognition.

Please.

- I should've understood that
a cross has four points,

not three.

You can't stop people
once they start.

You can't stop people
once they start creating.

There are two kinds of titles.

The first kind of title
decides on a name or something

that is already there.

The second kind of title
is present all along.

It lives and breathes
or tries on every page.

If love travels at the speed of
light, then it can have other

powers just on the
edge of the possible.

It can create impressions
on those left behind,

like a sun trying to shine
right across the universe.

It was me.

Always me.

It was me.

Joining me now in
the studio is award-winning,

best-selling author,
Mark Asprey with his new novel,

London Fields.

It's such an honour to
have you here today.

Just for a treat to our
audience, could you read a

little bit from your novel?

Certainly.

After sex, she'd whisper,

"That's what I am, a black
hole, nothing can escape me."

She had the power
of inspiring love,

almost everywhere.

She received it, was empowered
by it, and returned it,

not merely negated,
but murdered.

- Thank you.
That was great.

You know, uh, I'm just going
through this and, uh, it doesn't

sound like you.

It, it, it, the kind of prose
it's, it is written in,

the immediacy of the language,
the whole style of this,

it feels like
a real tectonic shift.

It reads more like
a memoir really.

This is not the voice of the
Mark Asprey that we all know.

My audience, my readers deserve
this level of authenticity,

no matter what the, the
cost to me as an artist,

and I'm prepared
to shoulder that.

Buy the book.

Yeah. All right.

♪ Where did you learn to run? ♪

♪ Always under the gun. ♪

♪ Always a little less ♪

♪ when trying to impress ♪

♪ There's a place where you go
and you hide away your choices ♪

♪ while I wait for you to
turn yourself around ♪

♪ And this road that you chose,
there's a long way left to go ♪

♪ and you'll never get
to where you wanna be ♪

♪ at least not with me ♪

♪ You've got your vanity ♪

♪ but lack sincerity ♪

♪ How little can you say ♪

♪ before you're on your way? ♪

♪ There's a place where you go
and you hide away your choices ♪

♪ while I wait for you to
turn yourself around ♪

♪ And this road that you choose,
there's a long way left to go ♪

♪ And you'll never get
to where you want to be, ♪

♪ at least not with me ♪

♪ There's a place
where you go ♪

♪ and you hide away
your choices, ♪

♪ while I wait for you to
turn yourself around. ♪

♪ And this road
that you chose, ♪

♪ there's a long
way left to go, ♪

♪ and you'll never get to
where you want to be. ♪

♪ At least not with me. ♪

♪ Not with me. ♪

♪ Not with me. ♪

♪ Not with me. ♪