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I mean, I can't get this to work.

Yes, you can. You always do.

No, I need an idea, please.

Have them fuck. I don't care.

Come on, Danny. Think about it.

Tell me what to do.

What do you want? You do this all the time.

I just need... Me to save you.

I can't.

You know what?

Really, fuck you.

Have you eaten lately?

Yeah.

Right. Why would you? You've got the four food groups wrapped around your

there.

Just piss off.

Here, go get something to eat.

Love me.

You're a writer.

I am.

You have a publisher?

Mm -hmm.

I'm at Mathira.

It's a multinational. We have a literary list. We're looking to expand it.

Interested?

I don't think so.

But thanks.

What was your last story about?

The protagonist was a young girl in foster care.

It ended depressingly.

How much of it was at a biographical?

It wasn't.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Yes.

Um, he's an architect.

So, if I were interested, I'd have to seduce you away.

From my boyfriend?

From your publisher.

My name is Diane.

Juliet. Stay a little for a drink.

Do you know her?

But it's hard to know what to do with them when they're like that.

Who?

People. Like this girl.

She's fucked up.

It's like the girl in your story.

He needs someone to take care of her.

I'm sorry, I...

I can't stay. I've got work to do.

No need to apologize.

ruin your day if you see the stretcher come up.

Come to my place for a drink.

You're upset.

I can't. I have to go. Please come.

We'll talk.

Come.

Maybe it was a whim.

She didn't really mean it.

That's comforting.

It is, actually.

It means you don't have to choose.

Choose what?

Between getting on the train or throwing yourself in front of it.

Is that a choice you make?

Just say I admire the capacity for suicide.

It'll make you feel better.

I hope you don't think you put up...

Saved her.

I don't know.

I gave her some money.

But then I saw her desperation and I walked away.

I couldn't stand her neediness.

I hated it.

Is that so terrible?

I think it is.

And you don't feel anything?

People like that, they don't listen.

They don't know what's good for them.

I saw her shove you. Did you?

Perhaps I should have given her some money.

Brought her home.

Given her a bath, a meal.

But she wanted love.

What do you feel?

When I write, panic

detaches itself to everything.

Money, sex, shopping, the news, the condition of my

apartment.

It's contained now in my writing.

Which is, I suppose, where you live.

I can't get the words down.

I don't know why.

Then you must try harder.

I do try.

Every day.

Looks like that are usually due to depression.

Some are.

Others... Do you get depressed?

I mean, clinically, the black stone that... Look, I... I'm crying.

Yeah.

You can see the metro from here.

Start it up again.

It was a childish thing to do.

Aggressive.

She wanted to obliterate herself.

Why?

She'd been humiliated.

Yeah.

Is that what you want?

No.

Sometimes, another drink?

Yes, I want another drink, please.

Does going home with a strange woman excite you too?

Yes.

Yes what?

Yes, it excites me too.

Have you been with a woman before?

Look at me.

Change your mind Keep your hand there

stay like that

Pay attention.

Do you like me?

You're beautiful.

Am I?

What else?

You're intimidating.

I used to wear these as a little girl.

Shall we play again?

Do you live alone?

I do now.

There was someone living here with me, but she's gone now.

I have to go.

No, stay.

We can have breakfast.

We can talk about your story.

I can't.

I have work I have to do.

But you can't work.

Remember?

I can help you.

You know?

I'd love to.

Are you going to get that?

I know what it's about.

They'll have found this address on her by now.

Helen, that was her name.

And... She used to like these, too.

Did Theo do the notice?

I tried to help her, you know, but you know yourself she wouldn't be helped.

It's not yours.

It's an ugly thing.

I told her it looked like a shroud, but she said that was the point.

I can help.

If you brought me a story, I could arrange something.

I don't need your help.

You're not gonna celebrate.

And when it's out, you may shout,

or you may walk away.

Stop waiting, don't announce suicide.

Oh, and I love...

You're right, dear.

Yes,

I am.

Thank you.

This is my way of saying

goodbye.

Ain't it funny when the morning comes and you wonder where the time has gone?