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Thank you ladies

and gentlemen, I'm going to formally launch the

11th Festival of Literature and Poetry.

Oh yes, I'm sorry to disturb you so

late.

My name is Michael Farr and I have

a funny question.

I was just wondering if one of your

residents, Malachy McNeill, is there?

I mean, he mightn't have slipped out during

the night.

He's my father-in-law.

He's there?

And he's alright?

Yeah, okay, good.

Well, thanks very much and again, I'm sorry

for calling you so late.

Okay, bye, thanks.

There's a message from Grandad on the machine.

Yeah, what did he say?

I don't know, something about last night.

Ah, jeez.

I forgot, I said I'd bring him with

us.

You'd better call him.

Well, I'll call on him later.

You alright with fruit?

Who were you talking to last night?

I wasn't talking to anybody.

I was just dreaming.

Were you dreaming about Mum?

No, I was dreaming about how awful those

sausage rolls were last night.

Cheers to our dinner.

We're broadcasting this morning from Cove.

Dad, look, it's the festival.

Shh.

And it's a real honour to be joined

by one of the great novelists of our

time, Nicholas Holden.

Thank you, thank you.

And the White Gallows is to be made

into a movie, isn't it?

Yes, and I'm very pleased about that.

Starring Ralph Fiennes, no less.

Who I just adore.

Don't we all?

Now, we've lots of messages, too many to

read out.

Congratulations, you are being given the prestigious Jonathan

Spitalwood Award.

Hi, doll.

Hiya, Malachy.

Sorry, things were a bit mad.

I totally forgot about you yesterday.

There's your waivers you asked me to get,

and they're seven up.

That's...

What's that?

That's the tickets for the festival.

I meant to drop them off to you,

but, you know, things got...

You know that I was all dressed up

here and ready to go last night, do

you know that?

One of the nurses threw out a ring.

Yeah, I know, Malachy.

I'm sorry, there's just so...

I mean, I had the kids to get

ready and everything.

Yeah.

Don't ever let them put you in a

home, Malachy.

Here.

I had

a dream about you last night.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I dreamt that you were in the house.

Because it's warm in there.

I dreamt that Eleanor was here last night.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And she looked like when she was just

three or four, maybe, and I followed her

out there into the little garden.

And then I couldn't find her, and I

was panicking, wondering where she'd gone.

And then I remembered that she's gone.

And it's...

I have those.

Yeah.

Oh, I know what it's like to lose

your wife.

Michael, it's unbelievable.

But when you lose a child, Jesus, it's

almost like you think there can't be a

God.

Hello.

How are you?

Hello.

Hello, how are you?

Good, good to see you.

Welcome.

Welcome.

Hello, welcome, welcome.

Hiya.

Hiya.

Hello, hello.

Get them off.

Okay, thank you.

Yeah, get some sleep now.

She's not here.

Do me a favour.

Nip down to the station and pick up

Lina Morel for me.

Lina Morel?

I thought she was supposed to get in

last night.

Michael, don't you start.

Okay, don't

be out late.

I won't.

And don't be hanging around that corner.

You know, the lane there.

You hear me?

I won't.

We're getting a video.

Right.

You got that?

What are you doing up there?

I'm just correcting a few copybooks.

But they're not freezing, are they?

It is, yeah, but sure.

It'll be done shortly.

See you later.

Yeah.

Be good now.

Hi, Lina.

It's Nicholas.

Nicholas, the eagle has landed.

I'm here in Cove.

It's a beautiful, sunny day for the next

20 minutes anyway.

And I've booked us a restaurant.

I was just wondering what time do you

get in at.

I can't wait to see you.

Really looking forward to seeing you again.

Anyway, I'm surrounded by lame brains and dilettantes

here, but don't worry about that.

We'll have a laugh.

All right, give me a call.

Okay.

Bye.

I misread it completely.

Excuse me, Mr. Holder.

Are you my ride?

Yeah, sorry.

I got stuck at the school.

Thanks for the drink.

You're welcome.

Listen, this has thrown my whole day out

of whack.

I was supposed to do an interview for

The Observer.

I got it before this interview.

Now I don't even know how I'm going

to fit that in.

You can't just leave me sitting in the

royal office.

I'm a sitting dog.

That's all right, man.

Mind yourself.

We'll get to that in time.

You see, what happens is when I'm left

hanging around in the hotel, people feel entitled

to come up to you and harass you

and criticize your book like I give a

fuck what he thinks.

The book's a bestseller.

The critics love it.

Like I care.

I mean, Jesus Christ.

It's like an old Irish boxing coach of

mine said, the fortress has to move, boy,

otherwise you're taking hits.

And then your energy is gone.

Stay on the move, nothing to prove.

Have you done some boxing?

A bit when I was at college.

What weight?

Light middleweight.

Any good?

Not really.

No black eyes, no medals.

Did you ever knock anybody out?

Nope.

I did.

Brutally satisfying, I have to say.

I know, that's a terrible thing to admit.

But it's true.

The director had cut the scene, not me.

And so Richard's looking at me, and he

sees what I'm looking at, so he looks

off towards the director, and the director ends

up creeping off back towards the toilet or

something, trying to hide.

And so finally, the director's gone.

So I said, Richard, to be honest with

you, I have no idea why that scene

has been cut, but I do happen to

have it here right with me.

Shall we go to your trailer and have

a look at it?

And that scene, which wasn't in the book,

by the way, those of you who haven't

read the book, it is for sale right

outside the marketing here at 14 and up.

It just came out with a paperback edition.

It's a very good book, by all accounts.

So thank you, Richard Harris.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

My name's Michael Farr.

I'm here to take you into town.

Jesus, you scared me.

Thanks.

So do you think the house is going

to be all right for you?

Oh, yes, yes, it's going to be fine.

I just thought I was going to be

staying in town.

Yeah, I know.

I don't know why they put you out

there.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Hi.

Oh, oh, I don't know.

It must be this new phone.

No, see, I won't really be able to

because I'm...

No, I'm on my way to reading.

No, please don't do that.

No, no, no, we can just...

We can meet later.

Hello?

Hello?

Well, if you need anything, just give me

a shout, won't you?

What?

I'm sorry?

That's my number.

Oh, OK.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thanks.

This is from Eclipse.

When you see a ghost, something very interesting

happens.

Your brain splits in two.

One side of you is rejecting what you're

seeing because it doesn't tally with our ordinary

idea of reality.

And the other side is screaming, but this

is real.

And in that moment, reality itself is collapsed

and reconfigured in a way that changes you

profoundly, although at the time you're not aware

of it.

When Mary felt someone sitting on the bed,

a tiny depression, she assumed that her daughter

had come back to ask her about the

fortune teller.

Half asleep, she reached out to reassure her.

Not feeling anything, she opened her eyes and

looked up.

What she saw was so casual, she hardly

thought about it for a moment.

Seeing the dead woman's face, she thought, oh,

I must be dreaming.

However, when the woman opened her mouth, her

jaw hanging slack and her sad eyes imploring

to...

her sad eyes...

her sad eyes imploring to Mary from the

gloom, then she knew.

She knew that she was seeing a ghost

and she realised for perhaps the first time

in her life that she too would die,

that her husband would die and that her

children would die.

She knew in that moment that she was

looking at reality.

Now, I tell you what.

Could you just bring me your best bottle

of champagne?

Yes, sir.

Do you have Cristal?

Of course, sir.

Perfect.

Thank you.

Hey, I'm so sorry I had to do

this interview and I didn't realise you were

in the restaurant.

I thought we were meeting at the bar.

No, no, no, I didn't want to meet

in the bar because we couldn't talk earlier

when we were in the bar.

Look at you.

You look fantastic.

Thank you.

You smell nice.

So...

it is so good to see you.

It is so good to see you too.

What?

Well, I've just been listening to all of

your messages.

Oh, uh-oh.

I'm sorry about that.

I started to panic that maybe you weren't

coming.

Yeah, I nearly didn't.

What?

Well, I thought we were going to behave

like nothing ever happened.

I wish I could.

God!

Lena, honestly, I'm haunted by that night.

Yeah, yeah.

You should see the shit I've been writing

since that night.

I mean, it's...

It made me question everything, the whole lot.

What am I doing with my life?

I'm a fake.

No, you're not a fake.

I'm a miserable fake, and the dishonesty has

to end.

I've even been trying to tell my wife

I don't really love her.

And you're to blame.

I mean, not to blame, blame, but...

Well, the thing is, if you think about

it, we hardly know each other.

No, I don't know about past lives or

if we've been here before.

No, come on.

You brought our gentleness in me that I

thought was dead.

Gone.

I even tried to tell Susan about our...

No.

But, no, I didn't.

I didn't have the courage.

Actually, you told me that night that you

and your wife were separated.

Well, I've never been more separated than I

was that night.

Okay.

I don't know how this connection happened, but

it's me.

Listen, Nicholas.

I just don't share this feeling.

I'm sorry.

Because I'm married?

Well, obviously, there's that.

Because that's...

Even if you weren't, I just don't.

Too fast, too fast, too fast.

I realize I'm a little overwhelming.

Okay, I'm gonna come down now.

I'm sorry.

Listen, we're both just here for a couple

of days.

Why don't we just live in the here

and now?

Nicholas, Lena.

What a story.

Just to let you know, there's a bunch

of us going up as far as Isabel

House for a little traditional session.

Just outside to take us there.

If you want to follow us up later

on or something.

No, I'll join you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Only if you're finished or not.

No, I'm ready.

Just to give you the option, you know.

Thank you.

See you outside.

You know, I really can't do this.

I'm really sorry.

Lena?

Lena?

Who's calling, please?

Oh, it's me.

Hello?

Oh, yeah, hi.

No, no, I'm not tall.

That won't be a problem.

Where are you?

Everything all right?

Yeah.

No, I'm a bit, um...

I forgot how much drink flows with these

things and I didn't have anything to eat.

Not too much wine.

Do you want to stop off and get

something?

No, no, I...

No, it's not necessary.

Would you mind if I had a smoke?

No, not at all.

Here.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

I don't really smoke.

Neither do I.

Thank you.

I have to open the window.

The kids don't like the smell.

Oh, you have kids?

How old are they?

13 and 10.

No, 14 and 11.

Oh, that's nice.

Do you have any kids?

Yes, I have a son.

He's 18.

He's in his first-gen college, so I

miss him terribly.

I'm sure you do.

Look at this view.

Can we...

Can we stop the car for a moment?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah.

Be careful there, Miss Morales.

Be careful going...

You don't want to get too close to

the edge, Lena.

Careful of that...

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Are you all right?

Oh, my God!

Are you all right?

Do you want a hand?

Yeah.

I'm so sorry I didn't mean to knock.

Jesus Christ!

Are you okay?

I think so.

Nothing broken?

Oh, my God!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God!

Good night.

Can I need a hand?

Yes, please.

It's so fucking quiet out here.

Where have they put me?

Oh, well, thank you very much.

I'll have to stay here now.

Jesus!

Will you come in for a minute, just

till I get some lights on?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Are you hungry?

No, no, I'm fine, thank you.

Oh, darling.

Let's see what we have there.

You have to help me.

There's no way I'm dragging all this cheese

and jam back to London.

Will you have some red wine or a

drop of...

What is this, whiskey?

No, I won't, thanks.

I have to drive.

Well, you're taking this home because I'm not

drinking it.

There should be a corkscrew somewhere.

Do you need a hand?

No, no, I'm good.

What?

I was just thinking that when you fell

into that hole, you just completely disappeared.

I'm sorry.

It's really funny.

I'm glad somebody's amused.

I nearly broke my fucking arse.

Yeah, thanks.

Oh, this smells very expensive.

Stick with me.

What?

I said, stick with me.

Oh, I think I will.

Some life you writers have swanning around festivals

and whatnot.

What, are you kidding?

I never do this.

Why is that?

Because I get too embarrassed and I never

think my work is any good and I'm

not a natural performer.

Well, I thought you were fantastic this afternoon.

Now, I've been doing this festival for about

ten years now and you're one of the

very few writers that I've ever been bothered

to see.

You have such an honesty in your writing.

It's the ghosts in your books.

They're so real.

Yeah, well, could we please not talk about

that because it's really spooky here and I'll

never get to sleep.

Sorry.

Oh, yeah.

I was told to ask you.

There's lunch tomorrow for all the writers.

It's a real fixture at the festival.

It's usually a bit of fun and I

could give you a lift there if you

want.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Well, no, not really.

I never normally drink this much and this

has been a really weird and very long

day.

Sorry.

Yeah, right.

Sorry.

I'll leave you in peace.

Try and get some sleep.

Oh, Michael, would you mind getting me a

blanket from in there?

Do you not want to get into bed?

It's too spooky.

I'd rather sleep in here with all the

lights on.

I'll be all right.

I don't know.

I'm probably some kind of a bird.

A heron.

Maybe a fox.

It's freaky.

You really believe in ghosts, don't you?

Why?

Have you seen one?

I don't know.

I mean, can you see the ghost of

someone who's still alive?

Maybe.

If that person's close to death, he might

come to you.

Let's please not talk about this stuff.

No, I'm sorry.

You should get going.

Your wife is probably wondering where you are.

Yeah.

Well, I'll pick you up for the lunch

tomorrow.

Okay?

Good night.

Good night.

Where were you?

I was in bed.

Where is he?

He went out.

Out?

What do you mean he went out?

I couldn't stop him.

He wanted a can of Coke.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Sarah!

Where's your brain?

Where'd he go?

Petrol station.

What?

Petrol station.

The petrol station?

What petrol station?

I don't know.

Oh, for Jesus' sake.

Come on.

I just...

No, you had no right to go out

there.

You should have known that, right?

Give me the sweets.

Give me the sweets.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Get in the car.

I just...

Get in the car.

Put your seatbelt on.

Polish?

Romanian?

Irish.

Irish?

I'll tell you now.

I knew that.

Listen, can I get one more?

I know it's late.

Sure.

Mind keeping you up?

Not at all.

Sure?

Sure.

My niece?

I thought your reading yesterday was brilliant.

Oh, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Have you seen any of the area?

No, not really.

I haven't had the time.

You should take Lina up to see Selskar

Abbey.

They say it's haunted.

That's a good idea.

Hey, that sounds interesting.

Yeah, it is.

All right.

Thanks, Jenny.

She enjoyed my reading.

Yeah, a lot of people did.

That's wonderful.

So tell me, Michael, what do you write?

What do I write?

I don't write.

I'm a woodwork teacher.

Well, someone was telling me you write.

Who?

Well, just someone earlier.

No, no.

I used to mess around a little when

I was younger, you know, like a lot

of people.

No, I don't write.

Well, what did you write then?

Stories?

Yeah, stories, mostly.

And some bloody terrible poetry.

Oh, oh, yeah.

He was telling me all about you earlier.

Sorry, what?

Jim Belton was telling me about you.

Oh, right.

Yeah, sure.

None of us have any secrets with old

Jim about the place.

Well, I was sorry to hear that you

lost your wife.

I didn't realize.

Yeah.

It's tough on the kids, you know.

Very tough, I mean.

Yeah, and very tough on you too, though.

Yeah, yeah.

Do you ever imagine your name on a

gravestone?

Well, I don't have to imagine.

My parents are buried in here.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, it was a while back.

Well, still, it's not easy to lose a

parent.

Nope.

What a

beautiful place.

They say your wishes come true if you

kneel in under the arch around there and

say a prayer to Saint Augustine.

Have you tried it?

As a boy, I probably did.

Did it work?

Not yet, yeah.

But that's a busy spot, you know.

Oh, look.

Yep, Michael Farr, that's my name.

And Angela.

He asked her up to dance when they

were both 17.

Oh.

They went to the dance with different people.

It was nearly war, I believe.

Ah, so love conquers all.

I don't know.

He was an awful man.

Really?

Yeah, well, I mean, she was crazy about

him, but he was always looking over the

next hill, you know.

Hmm.

What?

No, nothing.

You were about to say men are always

looking over the next hill, weren't you?

No, I wasn't.

Ah, you were, weren't you?

No, I wasn't.

I was going to ask you if this

is the place your wife was buried as

well, and then I thought it might be

too personal.

No, she's, uh...

She's somewhere else.

You never came close to tying the knot

yourself?

Oh, no, I'm a complete disaster.

Not that I haven't had a few offers,

don't get me wrong.

Yeah, no.

No, I'm sure you have.

Here.

Go on.

Go in left, go in right.

Welcome to Ireland.

When did you see him last?

I must have been about 11 years old,

and I was on holiday with my parents

in Italy.

We were staying at this hostel, and one

night, I woke up, and there was this

little girl sitting on the edge of my

bed.

And she said something to me.

In Italian, she said something about looking for

her sister, I think.

And...

And then she just disappeared.

Were you freaked out?

Yes, I was terrified.

But at the same time, I was so

intrigued and fascinated that I actually ended up

studying theoretical physics at university.

Jesus.

Not just for one year, because that moment

had awakened such a curiosity within me.

But what have you seen?

Well, it's weird, but, um...

Oh, my God!

Look!

Nicholas!

Nicholas, what happened?

Oh, some idiot gave him shellfish!

Oh, my God!

Is he going to be all right?

Oh, he's allergic to shellfish.

We never gave him shellfish.

Maybe we should call an ambulance.

Michael, call an ambulance.

We'll take you in the car.

Oh, Jesus.

We'll take you in Michael's car.

We'll take you to the hospital.

I hurt his face.

Oh, come on.

Breathe.

Try and see if you can breathe.

Well?

Well, they gave him some antihistamine and brought

his heart rate back down, but they say

it might have been a panic attack.

Oh, right.

Yeah.

Well, he'll be all right.

They'll let him go.

Oh, good.

I'm, uh...

I might stay and wait with him.

He's a bit shook up.

Well, do you want me to stay with

you?

No, that wouldn't be fair.

We'll take a taxi.

You sure?

Yeah.

You should get back to your kids.

Yeah.

Okay, well, um...

If you need anything, just give me a

call.

I will.

Okay.

Okay, well, um...

Thanks for everything.

Thanks for a lovely day.

It's all right, darling.

Bye.

Bye.

No!

Dad, what happened?

No, it's...

It's just...

It's just a dream.

It's just a dream.

Shh.

It's okay.

Shh.

It's okay, Sarah.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's just a dream.

It's just a dream.

Do you want a cup of tea?

I'm just going to make a call.

Look, um...

I'll grab that, uh...

A cup of tea.

When I get back, I'll just...

Shh!

Michael?

I didn't know who else to talk to.

Oh, what happened?

What's wrong?

What the hell's going on?

No, it's all right, Nicholas.

Do you have any idea what time it

is?

What's he doing here?

I'm sorry.

It's half five in the morning.

Shh, Nicholas.

It's okay.

It's not okay.

It's five-thirty in the morning.

I didn't know you were here.

Well, it's a good thing I bloody well

was.

Would you stop harassing this woman?

Now, that's enough!

I'll have you expelled at once!

Stop it!

She's a bloody stalker!

This is the man who helped you last

night.

Stop it!

Michael!

Michael!

What happened?

I have to go.

I, uh...

I shouldn't have come here.

Lena, can I just tell you that you're

insane to encourage that type?

You should leave, Nicholas.

What?

What's it to you who calls here, anyway?

Lena, that guy is a stalker.

No, he's not a stalker.

I see the way he looks at you.

He's a stalker.

They're failed writers.

All of them.

They get us to come to their festival

and then they start hitting us with their

books and their ideas and their obsessions.

I'm telling you, the guys who drive you

around, they're the worst.

I wouldn't even be here in the first

place if you hadn't lied to me.

What's the matter with you?

Are you fucking nuts?

Wait, wait, wait.

I didn't lie to you.

Well, just leave, Nicholas.

I want you to leave.

I shouldn't have let you stay here in

the first place.

Well, how can I just leave?

We're in the middle of nowhere.

I don't care.

Call a taxi.

Lena.

Lena.

Lena, come on.

Last year, right?

Ah, Nicholas.

Come and meet Carl.

Nicholas, how nice to meet you.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Would you oblige me by signing my program?

Why, certainly, yes.

Have you seen Lena Morel?

No, I haven't seen her at all.

No?

Cheers, Nicholas.

Thank you.

Can we sign this, Nicholas?

Oh, certainly, yes.

Can you sign mine, too?

Yes, of course.

Thanks.

Sorry.

There you are.

Thank you.

I'll be back to you.

Will you be following me along?

Just a few more days.

I'll be back to you.

I just have to...

Lena.

Nicholas.

Your wife is here.

My wife?

Your wife is here.

You just booked her into the hotel.

She left her bag in your room and

everything.

My wife is here?

We decided.

You decided?

As a gesture.

As a gesture.

Fly her in here and...

You flew her in here?

There she is.

Susan.

Oh, yeah.

He just told me.

I can't believe it.

What do you mean?

Thanks to you.

Sorry.

Would you excuse me?

Hello?

Lena, hi.

No.

Jesus.

Yeah, listen.

I'm sorry about what happened this morning.

And you're sure you didn't do this to

yourself?

I mean, if you were dreaming, you could

have been banging around the wardrobe, sleepwalking.

Yeah, that's possible, I suppose.

But it's not like a dream.

You can't explain it.

What time did Maliki die at?

We don't know yet.

But I've been seeing him over the past

few days.

I've been writing a lot of it down.

Would you let me read that?

I don't know.

Have you...

Have you ever seen Eleanor?

I mean, since she passed away?

No.

And I wish I did, because...

You're terrified of forgetting that person.

Hang on to the pain, even.

Because you're afraid that if you let it

go...

That you'll lose them.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Lena!

Lena!

Lena!

Nicholas, I'm going to bed.

No, listen, I told her.

We're free.

It's over.

Please, Nicholas, I'm going to bed.

Lena, you have to help me through this.

Please go home, you're drunk.

What am I going to do?

The taxi's gone.

Well, I don't care.

I'm going to call you another time.

Where am I going to go?

Please, just go home.

Leave!

Is it warm?

I'd sleep here in the woods.

But I don't.

Nicholas, please.

Ladies, no.

Oh, welcome here, kind stranger.

That's what you're supposed to say.

This genius.

Every time I turn around, this stalker's haunting

me.

Nicholas.

Why don't you do us both a favor?

Take a hike before you get hurt.

Nicholas, you're drunk.

I'm not drunk.

I'm not drunk.

You want to be a tough guy?

Why don't we just fight for it?

Don't be daft.

Come on.

Let's fight for it.

Come on.

Come on.

Jesus Christ!

It's all right.

It's all right.

He says he's boxed.

Michael, please don't fight him.

Please don't.

Please stop.

That's right.

All right.

That's right.

Stop it.

Nicholas, please.

Okay.

It's all right.

Are you crazy?

No.

I'll pay for all that.

Crazy?

All right.

I think he's had enough.

You had enough?

He's just leaving.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Come on.

Come on.

Go.

Stop.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Shit!

Fuck!

That was a total fucking accident.

Your boyfriend's beaten up.

Stay away from me!

Get out of the way!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Okay.

Okay.

Let go!

I'm letting go.

Let go.

I let go.

I let go!

Jesus.

I let go.

Come on.

Come on!

Are you going to be alright?

Yeah.

I'm going to have a fucking black eye.

I'm going to be stiff for a month.

Oh, God.

I'm really sorry about all this, Michael.

There's usually nothing to be sorry for.

Oh, I don't know about that.

There's your taxi.

Thank you.

Really, I need to go home, Michael.

These last few days have just been so

crazy.

Hi.

You can leave a message for Michael, Thomas

or Sarah.

Thanks.

Hi, Michael.

It's Lina here.

I just wanted to say thanks for looking

after me so well.

And I never really got a chance to

say goodbye properly after that mad, mad night.

And I wanted to say thanks for your

stories.

I was very flattered to get them.

They're great.

And I hope you don't mind, but I

showed them to my friend Morris Furman at

a dinner party I had here the other

night.

And he publishes mystery, horror, supernatural stuff.

And he really liked them.

And they really are beautifully written, Michael.

Anyways, so I thought if you ever wanted

me to put you in contact or...

Well, I don't want to use up all

your time.

I just need your address.

And if you're ever coming to London for

any reason, please do let me know because

I'd love to meet up again.

And you're not being too harassed by...

Anyways, call me.

Here you go.

Bye.