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Look at my hair.

If I broke the skin, I'd have to break a pint of rust in it.

I'm afraid it is quite some time since they were opened.

And this could do with a bit of worm powder and all.

That's what worries me, baby. We smell of neglect.

Like stale armpits.

You know what I mean?

Sure, once the windows are... a little fresh air will make a considerable

difference.

Me? I said, what do you think, baby?

Well, out to lunch, and we... Amber!

What do you call it, that feeling?

You know, when you think you've been here before?

When you... Well, you know, that little creepy.

Creepy is definitely the word, baby.

Want to try it out?

Oh, this is great.

Incidentally, there's good evidence that Charles Dickens and Lewis Carroll slept

in this very room.

Together?

I beg your pardon?

I know I've dreamt about this place or something.

Oh, James, he's got that. Oh, it's well good. It's too big. It's too crummy.

Oh, Daddy.

Pretty good.

You can come if you like.

Sorry? I'll stop it if you want to come, yeah?

To Sugar Daddy.

Sugar Daddy.

Hey,

you got no idea what we just toasted here. Well, no, I'm sorry.

Sugar Daddy is my film.

I'm producing it at Sheppard, and that's what we're here for. Bob there wrote it.

Yeah, seven times I wrote it.

And it's almost right.

You must excuse the profound ignorance and antiques a listener has in these

matters. I'm afraid I only really like old films.

They stay in the mind, don't they?

Those old films?

The last picture I really appreciated had a rather likeable animal called

Lassie in it.

A cute canine. Yeah, I'd like a scripted Lassie.

Great dialogue, huh?

Woof.

Peak moment.

Woof, woof. Yeah, well, don't look at my wife when you bark, fella.

Pop can't help it. Well, no real man can help it, Ed.

Just look at her.

She makes you tingle where it counts.

Right, Henry?

Yeah, but don't give me a part in your bloody film, does it?

Not that again, honey.

You're an actress, Mrs. Boyce? Yeah.

She's a hyphenate.

Actress slash model.

It's in the blood, right, honey?

Piss off.

This house... We don't belong in it, do we?

Is that what you meant?

No, no.

It has a previous connection.

It was once the threat for Wuthering Heights, right?

Yeah. Who wrote that?

No, it was used for the filming of Smokering.

Almost 30 years ago.

Sounds like a cigarette commercial.

Starring Mandy Mason?

A condom commercial.

It was the only other time that Lady Sightman was let out of this place.

I was a rather raw young man just down from Huddersfield.

Rather naive.

I was a junior in the office that I now am.

But I remember handling the... Christ.

I told you, we don't need this place.

Have I said the wrong thing?

Mandy Mason.

She was... Everyone used to sort of snigger or...

I'm Andy Mason.

Stand, please.

My God.

This is that wind.

What is it? A horizon or something? It's air. Just a lot of air.

Okay,

okay, it's a joke, right?

Sometimes it goes on for days and days

What ever happened to her?

Mandy Mason.

Wasn't there a... Oh, quite a scandal, yes.

My God, what happened to her?

Mandy Mason.

Whore.

Bitch.

Sickhead. Nympho.

Isn't that something? Isn't that just great?

Can I tell you something else, too?

Bob?

You've got that long flight tomorrow.

Christ, how I hate L.A. Don't shit on my doorstep.

Hey, hey.

Because your scoop is not big enough, fella. I wouldn't bother to scoop it up,

James. It could bloody well stay there.

Time even shit dries, huh?

Hmm?

Oh, what's the rush, old chap?

Rush? No, it's, well...

Well, the clock marches on and there's something on the television I'd rather

like.

Don't you know?

Don't you realise what they're showing again tonight, the BBC?

Ah, don't tell me.

Snooker.

Smoke rings.

You're kidding.

No, it's what they call the midnight movie and I'd rather like to... Smoke

rings.

Leave it. I'm afraid so and it's something that I'm rather fond of. I've

seen it many times.

Would it be more like... You're

right.

You're right.

It's the same house.

Mrs Moray?

No tea, no biscuits.

I always have my tea at this time of the morning, do I not? As the market clock

strikes eleven.

Yes.

What time do I have my single glass of whiskey?

Quarter to six, Mr Harris.

And I never drink in the mornings, do I?

No, sir.

A creature of precise and well-ordered habit, Mrs Moray.

Statement in the pie on a Tuesday, grilled fish on a Friday, lamb chops on

a Saturday. Bah!

And I always, always put my left shoe on first.

My well-polished shoe.

Are you all right, Mr. Harris?

I can see what's happening to me.

As clearly as though I were watching myself in a film.

I'm sorry, I... I don't understand. No.

Neither do I.

Any calls?

I'm in a meeting.

It's there, I think. The calm.

This would do a lot of damage, wouldn't it?

If he was under it.

Not half me.

Mrs.

No.

And there was me about to ask if your mum was home.

Me, ma'am? What do you mean?

I mean... I'm sorry. I didn't mean nothing.

Well, keep your eyes on your head, then.

you doing coming here?

Amber Boyce speaking. I'm afraid James isn't here. Can I take a message?

It's Henry Harris, Mrs. Boyce, the antique solicitor from last night.

Amber,

not Mrs.

Of course.

Please.

They can only send you the one man, which is unfortunate.

But they say it's the worst storm since the big gale of 87.

Um, well, I... I just wanted to make sure.

And, Amber, if there's ever anything, anything at all, anything whatsoever...

What? I mean... I hope you're well.

Yeah, of course I am.

Yeah.

Bye-bye, then.

Goodbye.

For now.

Mandy. All work and no play. Made somebody a dull boy, didn't it, Barney?

What are you getting at?

Oh,

I can play all right.

What sort of game?

Your sort.

the table game.

you on?

What do you think you're doing coming here?

Look, I'm sorry if I... There's no need to be alarmed.

Well, the way it is, Amber, I'm on my way to bloody Heathrow and I'm

thinking... Well, such a little detail.

I thought... But James isn't here, Bob.

He's at the studio.

Yes, I know.

Isn't that the point?

Oh, you randy little devil, you.

Music? Now look here, darling.

We're not sitting down.

I'm your husband.

My God, you're thick, aren't you?

What the hell do you mean?

I know damn well... why you married me.

It's this, isn't it? It's this.

It's this, isn't it?

What with someone who looks like me.

Well, we're not the old thugs like you.

In

such

a case, it is usually my advice to...

Go over my clothes and I'll be... Take

your time.

Take your time.

It was his cry.

His terrible cry.

I'll never forget it.

They shouldn't even be talking to her until I'm there. You see now why I

wanted you here? I don't mind, I assure you. It's just that she gets into her

eyes. Hell, she's just stupid. That's plain dumb, rat's ass stupid. She

couldn't even flap her eyelids without thinking about it for five whole

minutes. You know what I mean?

Amber?

Where did I go here, sir?

Oh, Mr. Harris, good evening, sir.

Come on.

Come on.

Ickle baby.

Come on, you're a baby.

Amber,

Amber, it's okay.

It's okay.

Daddy's here, and he loves his little bunnykin.

She was talking about it, sir. You're like, no, goddamn right. You shouldn't

be here.

I beg your pardon, sir, but harassment.

There was a 999 call. You should have waited for me, for our attorney. Mr.

Boyce, I'm sure the constables are only trying to be helpful.

Helpful? Look at her.

Baby.

Come on, little one.

Come on, my sweet.

Do you

need to be here

now?

Won't tomorrow do?

Yes, Mr. Holmes, of course.

It's just, when a man's been killed... You're not hinting it was anything but

an accident, are you?

Your cops are different.

Maybe.

Hell, the guy falls off the roof.

You know what they do where I come from? They say, uh-oh, who pushed?

Oh, but surely... Automatic.

Well, I can understand why you're so anxious to pick me up, but I honestly

think... She'd say anything.

Sorry?

Like everything is her fault.

You know what I mean?

There's a hair in the soup. There's dog shit on the sidewalk. A dead bird in the

park. Me, me, I did it. And that little cracked voice. These goddamn migraines.

Jesus.

What an unfortunate young woman you make her seem.

Hey, listen, if I hadn't taken her on, she's like that whore that gave her

birth. A lady who screwed and sucked her way up from the gutter, right? Excuse

me.

And Amber was going the same way. She got on a plane to L.A. with a good set

of bazookas and a slippery mask. Oh,

okay, okay. You don't know the score, okay?

You think I don't look after her? You think I don't love that little

screwball? I have no opinion on the matter. But when all is said and done...

Yeah?

You are a fortunate man.

Three or four miles. No street light.

Moving above on a good road under my feet. I brought you.

Take you home.

No, thank you.

I do what little thinking I do do on Shanks's pony.

Well, if you're sure.

Besides, you might miss a call.

You're right.

He checked in someplace else.

What do you mean, premonition?

What sort of premonition?

Bob is due to meet with my partner for coffee and carrot cake.

I kid you not.

Yeah.

Come on, come on, Ann. I'm not making light of it.

Okay, okay. But it'll be nothing, Ann. Nothing at all.

Okay.

Bye.

Feeling better?

Yeah.

Amber, you are one hell of a beautiful woman.

No. Oh, yes, you are.

Oh, no, I'm not.

Sweet little screwball, you.

I want.

You can't.

Have I?

You may have. I mean having.

I mean entering.

Enjoying. You can't.

Don't want.

I've got me aid.

I know, I know all about you, little baby.

No, I... Baby, baby.

That he wants.

I love it.

The

way

it is, Amber, is I'm on my bloody Heathrow and I'm thinking, well, such

little detail.

Don't want to keep my trousers up, do I?

Come on, come and get it.

No, I'm busy, all right?

Come on, down the ladder.

For while you were.

You ready for some more then, are you?

somebody to tell.

On this moment.

And on... And on... I'm gonna see things.

Taste things.

Value things.

Want things.

All because of you.

Of you.

Crap!

What?

Crap, crap, crap!

Mandy!

I mean... I mean...

What are you doing here?

Amber.

Why?

Why? What do you mean?

Why what?

What are you doing up there?

Listen, I mean... I don't understand. I don't...

If there's something... If there's something wrong,

or if you want to talk about anything... Wrong?

Why don't you tell me?

Don't bother me, Mr. Harris.

What is it?

What's the matter?

I... You're like stone.

You're as tense as... Amber, my love, please.

What is it?

Amber, what is it?

It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

I didn't do anything.

Oh, of course you didn't. I mean, there's really nothing... Amber.

Amber.

Yes.

Good afternoon.

Are you here, Mr. Harris?

Yeah, Mr. Boyce asked me to.

You know, Americans.

But Mrs Boyce is still out for the count.

How do you mean, sir?

Migraine.

This business has, well, it's shaken her to the bone. She's lying down.

Oh, dear.

So what I suggest is that she write down the, well, the nothing she knows and

sign it.

And date it? And I'll drop it in. Drop it in?

Yes.

The garden.

Beg your pardon, sir?

Extraordinarily neglected, yes.

I've been, shall we say, lending a hand.

That's right.

Do you need different clothes for that, Mr Harris, if you don't mind my saying?

Good heavens.

You know, I think you're absolutely right, Constable.

Well, I should think that'll be all right, sir.

The statement.

Oh, one little... thing, though.

Yes? A lad's belt.

Belt?

His mum's kicking up a fuss about it.

There he is on that slab with a broken back, poor bugger, and who's going on

and on about some bloody belt with studs and skulls on it.

Skulls? As if anybody would want to pinch that.

So, if Mrs. Boyce happened to notice whether or not he was wearing the

thing... Yes, righty-ho.

I don't understand what's wrong.

Why you kissed me.

Why you kicked me.

This is Wool's, Will's, Christ knows, on the far side of my desk.

You.

You.

And after a decent dinner, I shifted from making trade to my own

day.

Thank you, Mr. Harris.

Old noise.

I would bend the knee, I would kiss the... If you

want anything from me, anything whatsoever.

It's like... It's like... whistling in the street

when you're a boy.

With a bag of sweets.

And... I don't care what you

are or what you...

Do you want anything from me?

Anything at all?

And you do not remember anything specific about what he was wearing?

Nothing that stood out in any way? No colour? Nothing.

No, nothing at all.

I never looked the same, Steve.

What? Christ.

Steve! I know this is a hill, but there's no need... I mean, there's

nothing to worry about, Martha. You're no good. I should have had proper

lessons. What?

Proper lessons.

You're no good. You're no bloody good at all.

What's this bugger doing behind me?

I think he just wants to overtake, Martha.

Laurie!

You... Are you all right?

You stupid old cow. No.

No, it was my fault.

I should have had proper lessons.

You silly old... It was me. My brakes failed. It was me.

I'll pay. I'll pay. Your fault?

Yeah. Are you all right? You shut your mouth!

Please. I... Failed? What do you mean, failed?

My brakes.

I should have had proper let and... I let and I failed.

You could have killed it. You nearly bloody well killed it.

Yes, I could have.

So...

A release for me.

The name I have been saying again and again.

My head. She is the ghost in that house.

She is the torment in your lovely head.

Man.

I know what these dark powers are because they engulfed me.

The light of your blue eyes.

The half-laugh at your lovely lips.

Those funny little almost things spread to me like lightning over a dark flame.

Rely upon me forever.

I don't get this. What are you doing?

Are you going to start coming on to me or what?

No, don't hang up.

This is vitally important.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

I want to help you. The belt, Amber. I know you left it in my car. You want me

to help.

I don't know nothing about no belt, do I? No, you don't. You don't. And you

must, must keep saying that, Amber. The dirty little bastard.

Amber, no, stop.

Amber, listen.

It wasn't me. It was her.

Are you...

Where's James?

James? Why isn't he there?

Because he's out screwing, that's why.

He's out bonking some greedy little slug with big tits and open legs. That's what

he's doing. And he's fucking welcome to it. And if you think I don't... Amber,

no. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. You're all the same.

All of you.

That's all you want is a girl on their backs.

Pigs! Amber, no.

All of you pigs!

Not all of us, no.

Not just mirrors.

We can see what we've done from a million angles.

And we can see what we've done from a million more.

It's Darius.

I just wanted to show my... where I worked.

I didn't know that you'd be... Yeah.

I asked if I could see where... Well, what do you think?

Pardon?

The place where Bertie works.

I... It's very nice.

Bertie, old lad, are you being entirely fair to this young lady?

No, sir, I don't suppose... Yes.

He is.

Look, sir, we've never been here before, honest. It's just we've got nowhere else

to go and we just... It's all right.

Don't fret about it, either of you.

I'm on my way.

I will tell you this, though.

No.

I won't.

I'm no longer in a position to give advice to anyone.

It's water in the desert.

Miss Harris, why were you sitting in the dark?

Have you noticed that the world's full of reflecting surfaces everywhere?

And not just mirrors.

We can see what we do from a million angles.

We can see what we've done from a million more.

I didn't want to see myself out, son.

That's all.

And besides, I often sit in the dark.

Thank you very much.

Juice OK?

Yes, thank you very much.

of the many things this country needs is a good movie critic.

What kind of business do they think we're in here?

Toast okay?

Yes, thank you very much.

Holy frog shit. Listen, it was a night shoot. Okay?

N-I-T-E.

Got it?

Christ, you can't even bloody spell.

That's no good. I'm going to replace Bob.

Oh? He's a nice bloke.

Writers should be chained up in cellars like the old days.

Bob, you're a nice bloke.

What are you going to do with a klutz who writes continued instead of more at

the bottom of the page? And then he disappears before we can ask him how to

spell it.

Maybe you could help us, Miss Einstein.

Disappear? What do you mean?

Oh, talking. Moving our lips, are we?

What do you mean, disappears?

He never arrived in L.A. He didn't check in at Heathrow.

He knew the script was lousy, scumbag.

Juvenile, he says.

Juvenile. Moron.

I mean, who do you think goes to the movies? Kids, right?

Juvenile. That's a commendation. Am I right?

Activity.

Yeah. Himself.

Andy. Yeah, what's up?

You're kidding.

What?

What?

Oh, my God. Oh, Christ. That's awful. Yeah.

Yeah.

Most of?

What do you mean? Give me some of that coffee, quick. I need some caffeine

here. Most of it? What are you talking about, James?

They found him right over there. I told you we never should have come here.

Daddy, what are you doing? Stop it. Stop it.

Just stop it, Amber.

Tell me.

Tell me.

The dog that found him.

Dug him up.

He chewed a bit of him off.

Which bit?

Well, poor old Bob is minus the one piece of meat I'd most hate to lose,

baby.

Perhaps.

Perhaps. Perhaps what?

Perhaps the dog knew that Bob was... Perhaps the dog knew that Bob was always

trying to bury it somewhere else.

where the lad fell off the roof.

That's right, Inspector.

Anything odd about that?

Sir? I'm not suggesting it's normal to fall off a roof, am I?

Anything else funny about it?

is, of course, perfectly clear in law as to the ownership of the land.

English law recognises the... Mrs

Morrie, what do you know about nymphomania?

Well, it's... a bit like I am with a box of

chocolate.

Mrs. Morrie, you are a brick.

Morning, Governor.

What are you all about here?

Sir, it's naughty, doesn't it, sir?

What do you call a mushroom that looks like a ten-inch dick?

A fun guy to be with.

Look, lady, I'm telling you, I need to talk to him right now.

What do you mean he's not there? Why not?

Are you saying he's not taking his calls?

No, then where is he? Where the hell is he? It is for Mr. Harris to mind his own

business, sir.

And he's not at the moment where he can be contacted. I need him. I need him

now. I'm not talking some shitty little deal.

You get him to come out to Sylvine House. It's urgent, lady.

You are G-E-N-T. You got that?

And you tell him to get his ass out.

You understand?

I mean right now.

I think they're in the world.

Who does?

Americans.

Well, they mostly do.

Where's old Henry, then? We'll see after. Get on with your work.

You don't know where he is, do you? Bertie!

Perhaps he's gone for a minute, of course. What?

Midlife crisis.

I feel I'm eating my own brain.

You in my head, and that old fool too.

my brain.

You chewing my brain.

Of course, I believe in cooperating with cops.

That's an article of faith with me.

I know what you guys are worth.

I don't want to get involved in problems I don't even begin to understand, okay?

But he was your colleague.

No, no, he was just a writer. Oh, your film.

That's over the dispute.

Pardon? Look, the picture's not even finished.

We're shooting a pretty tough scene right now, today.

And I'm not in it. You won't have me in it. Can you believe that?

I should be there, no question. And in point of fact, Bob McClane hasn't

written a word of this scene, right? So any claim on behalf of his estate...

These are special... These are tragic circumstances.

I'm not saying that... Look, I'm a reasonable man. Totally.

But you're saying that he's a colleague?

Hell no!

Mr. McClane was here the night before he disappeared.

Yes?

The night of the big storm. Storm?

It was like Pearl Harbor.

You lost some slates, I believe.

Yeah. We lost more than that.

We lost a man's life.

There's something wrong with this place, if you ask me. I mean... I mean, the

wiping's a game. There's bloody bodies everywhere.

Insomnia, melancholy, headache, too much alcohol.

What on earth leads you to suppose this is not an entirely normal symptom for

the middle-aged male, Mr. Addison?

And heartache, too?

There's nothing wrong with your heart.

Indeed, there's nothing wrong with you at all.

Except, no doubt, everything.

Thank you.

Very reassuring.

Life, where is thy sting?

In my bill, probably.

Harris, Harris and Danby.

Mr. Harris, where are you? We've had... Mr.

Harris, are you all right?

Sorry, no, I think he's... Hang on. I think I might just be able to catch him.

Come on.

Mr. Harris?

Bertie.

Good. Now listen to me.

Please do exactly as I tell you.

Yes?

Yes.

Yes, Mr. Harris.

Until he's definitely gone. Got it.

Ask him where he is.

Oh, Mr. Harris.

Mrs. Morrie wants to know where you are.

Sir?

I see, sir.

Said he's in hell.

So get it to her just as soon as you can. But I repeat, repeat.

Make sure that Lout doesn't see you.

Thank you.

Lout makes the world go round.

And poor old Henry's been like a dog.

What do you mean?

He got the keys to his desk.

He wants you to unlock the bottom left drawer.

Give me the big envelope on the top.

I've got to deliver it to a lady when I... I've got to put it in her hands.

Who? What?

A married woman, Mrs M.

And a 48-page love letter.

My brain.

You.

Her.

She means my brain.

I demand with them.

Ah, too far, mate. Even the old Green Line buses didn't go out there. I think

that's really important.

I'll take you to Pennington's, though.

£50.

£50.

And the meter.

And the meter.

She would have bought a bleeding helicopter, wouldn't it?

you can do is sit there saying, I won't give you a thought.

Looks like another one of them storms, don't it?

Looks like we haven't had enough.

They're looking at you with eyes like goddamn blowtorches that you're

prattling on. It's my career.

What? I'm entitled.

You're nuts.

You got no paddles in the water. You're floating tits up.

No wonder those cops are coming back. Holy frog shit.

If I was them, I'd slap the cuffs on you right now.

Thank you.

And you're driving me crazy, too.

Any minute now, you'll go lie down with those iPads. I think I've got a

headache. Yeah.

Migraine is a very serious condition, James.

So is walking around without a brain.

Piss off.

That's exactly what I did. This fucking place gives me the fucking creeps.

God, your language is fucking disgraceful.

I'm going to check in someplace where I don't have to see you. I don't have to

think about you. I don't have to...

I want you. I don't have to worry, worry, worry about you.

What do you mean, worry?

Any idea, any idea at all?

How much I love you, Emma.

It's funny, funny little baby. I adore you.

Why didn't you give me that pot?

I would have been bleeding good. Better than my bloody mother, I can tell you.

Floating. What?

Floating. Picks up!

Floating!

Mean bugger.

Me.

Lightly? Lightly?

Lightly?

Lightly? Lightly?

Lightly?

Lightly?

Lightly? Lightly?

He may say, bless me, please, like big bacon.

Isn't it?

It's very, uh... long.

I'm in the, uh... the lair.

Listen to that, will you?

I don't...

Listen, I don't... I don't know why it's so late.

Come on.

Like my poor Freddie.

Yeah.

Pretty, isn't it?

Beautiful.

Yes.

What's the difference?

You.

I want him.

I want him.

Yeah, in the kitchen.

Have candles in a place that costs as much as... Can you see me?

Yeah.

Just about.

Listen, I... Carrots.

What? You should eat more carrots, darling.

Aren't they supposed to make you see in the dark?

She's worth looking at. You can see that, can't you?

Sorry? Mandy!

She's worth looking at.

What do you want, innit?

Don't you like games?

What games?

You're so dumb.

Next week we'll be back this way.

Table games.

Hype for now.

What's the matter? Need to pee that crazy, do you?

hobby of mine, these old Mandy Mason films. No, a fashion is what you said.

Yes, I have to confess to such a mild form of lunacy.

After all, she was a rather beautiful young girl, wasn't she?

I think so.

Yeah, well, hookers often are.

I can't think nothing of her.

Oh, Christ.

That bloody thing finished yet.

And that little blonde angel got where she got by giving the best blowjobs in

town. I really find that hard to... Have you noticed that the world is full of

reflecting surfaces?

Everywhere. And not just mirrors.

We can see what we've done for a million times.

And we can see what we've done for a million more.

It's too late. They're going to work him over.

I have to.

And my lipstick has to be perfect.

Shining.

That's the way Johnny wanted it. If he'd been given a choice, this is what he

would have chosen.

The final throw of the dice.

Crap.

Isn't it crap?

It's not a rattle of the dice.

It's the barking of the dogs.

All the dogs in hell.

Did you ever hear? Such crap, huh?

Such wonderful crap!

pay them. That's what they like.

I want this nail.

If you try to get me to Barney's, it'll do worse next time.

And I still can't pay.

Oh, my God, it's so bad, it's great.

Barney's? How do you tell? I've got to.

No, Johnny, no.

What do you mean?

You're not going to help me?

You're not going anywhere, Johnny.

It's the end of the road.

I ought to shoot you in the crotch.

I'll be a good little girl, eh?

You can have it.

You can have it straight from your feet. I love you.

Love.

It's okay.

There's bound to be a couple of cops at the end of the alley.

Well, they didn't let women get away with murder in those days.

All these days, either.

Shh!

Your wife.

What about her?

Please, look after her.

I don't know what that's got to do with you, but I think I know how to do that.

Look after her.

I love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

It's me, Ed, isn't it?

she think was driving a fucking car anyway.

Oh,

what a funny bloke you are.

You know my lines, don't you?

Yeah,

but it don't give me a part in your bloody film, does it?

So you're still up to your ride up wing wing and all that old horse shit, fella.

I've come back for her.

She's not safe with you.

Who writes your dialogue?

Is it Bonnie or is it Clyde? You were driving the car that killed Mandy Mason

all those years ago.

I know that now.

I've worked it out.

Pick up your mic, pal.

Are you in love with a thick old movie?

Or a thick young bimbo?

I just don't know.

Me neither.

You sure she's dead, that cow?

He won't give me a part in his bleeding film. Can you believe that?

they show it? Oh, the part of a lifetime.

It'll be where all those old films are shown.

Thank you.