A Patch of Fog Page #4

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- 39 Barnes road.

- Is that you?

- Yeah.

- Ok.

- Ok.

It was a good night,

wasn't it, sand?

Ah, the best...

- See you later.

- All the best.

- Text ya.

- Bye.

Morning, Robert.

How's the head today?

Listen, what are you

doing this evening?

Hello, everyone.

I'm John. Um...

What's going on?

Where's Sandy?

He called in sick.

He never told me.

Is he ok?

I don't know.

Hello, Sandy.

Yeah, it's only me.

I was just a little bit

worried if you're not well.

I'm gonna go home now

and feed Maggie and then,

and then I'll pop up

and see how you're doing.

Jesus, f***.

Jesus. What the f***?

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Oh, sh*t.

Back the f*** off, you.

No, no, no. Over here.

Over here. Here, here.

Yes.

Got ya.

Whoo!

Now, this week,

let's really push ourselves.

Really stretch ourselves.

Life inside a ping-pong ball.

- Hi.

- How you doin'?

Good, good. Sandy,

this is my daughter, Phoebe.

Phoebe, this is

my colleague, Sandy.

Phoebe, very pleased to

meet you.

Could you blow them up for me?

- How did you do that?

- Squashed it.

Pure brute strength.

Ah.

Ok, everyone.

Phones off, please.

- Hello, Robert.

- - Are you ok, Sandy?

I missed your class last night.

Are you still sick?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

Ah, I wish I could say the same.

You'll never guess

what happened to me.

I got broken into.

Did they take anything?

Am I ever gonna see you again?

Well, you can see me in a

few minutes. I'm gonna be on TV.

That's not what I mean.

You know what I mean.

I mean seeing you as a friend.

Now, Robert, what do you think?

I think you forgot something

very important about me.

- What's that?

- I'm in security.

Sandy, we're ready for you.

Oh, just a minute.

We're live in 30 seconds.

Sandy, please.

Phones off, everybody.

Ok, we're live in

ten, nine, eight...

- Sandy.

- Seven, six, five, four...

Welcome to night vision,

I'm Lucy Walsh.

On this week's show, we'll be reviewing

a new film by Joe Flynn, and asking...

And we're out.

Four minutes of Vt.

Anyone heard any good jokes?

Three polar bears

walk into a bar.

- Excuse me.

- Sandy.

See if he's alright.

Sandy, are you ok?

Yeah, I just need some air.

- Robert.

- - What?

We need to talk.

There's nothing to talk about.

You can't end it like this.

No, you ended it.

Not me, Sandy.

- Sandy, we're back in two minutes.

- Alright, alright!

Are you feeling alright?

Maybe you're not over

your sickness at all, are you?

You're sweating like

a pig on the tele.

I need to know what you're

gonna do with that video.

Enjoy the rest of the show,

Sandy. I know I will.

Sh*t.

Sorry for shouting at ya.

It's ok. It's ok.

- It's Robert...

- Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

- Leave me a message.

- Hey, Robert.

It's Sandy. Call me, please.

- Hello?

- - Sandy, what's up?

The way you just bolted?

Is everything ok?

Yeah, bit of an upset stomach.

Listen, I don't think I did your

ratings any good tonight, at all.

Lucky for you the viewers only

really tune in for Tom and me.

Listen,

can I chat to you tomorrow?

I'm still feeling shattered.

- Ok.

- Alright, bye.

Excuse me, can I help?

No, thank you. Sorry. Excuse me.

Right, let's begin.

Settle down, please.

Ok. Settle down.

Work to do.

That means be quiet or get out!

Thank you. Today we ask

the eternal question.

Which is more important?

Style or substance?

Robert. I can see ya.

Look, open up. For god's sake.

I know I made a mistake

and I'm sorry.

Look, I'm gonna wait

out here in my car.

I'll wait as long

as it takes, ok?

Ah, f***. Here we go.

Excuse me, sir.

- Everything alright?

- Quite alright, thank you.

It's just we've had a report of a

strange car loitering in the area.

Am I breaking any law, officer?

Well, there's no need for that.

We're just talking.

But we'll be back

this way shortly.

And if you're still here, we're

gonna have to talk in more detail.

Well, as it happens,

I was just leaving.

Robert.

Listen, I am so sorry

for breaking into your house.

I was just so scared, man.

Are you ok?

When the police

come to talk to you...

Why would the police

come to talk to me?

That's what they do

in situations like this.

Situations like what?

Just tell them...

I didn't wanna be alone.

What?

Can you hear that, Sandy?

Robert?

Robert, there's a train coming.

Get off the track.

Robert!

Will you get off

the f***ing track!

Robert!

Jesus.

Thank you. Thank you.

"Jack marched to the front door

and flung it wide.

The rolling fog crept in

almost at once.

He did not have

long to wait before

the inside and

outside worlds merged.

Would he look for his son?

Would his son look for him?

Would this be the way to bridge the

immeasurable gap between them?"

I bet you, if I start in this

corner, you start on that corner,

I'll get to the middle

before you. What do you say?

There isn't enough sheets, though,

to cover the floor, Sandy.

I'll buy you a new one.

Well, what about

the sofa, though?

Get you a new one of those, too.

But only if you win.

"What kind of man would put his own

well-being before that of a child?

Jack took a step outside.

He felt his way along

the path to the gate."

Excuse me, miss?

Put that down, please.

At this point,

I'm obliged to tell you...

that I'm a very big

fan of the show.

For a second there

I thought that you...

What, I was gonna

stick the cuffs on you?

God, I must have

a guilty conscience.

It's all the swag in my handbag.

Thank you,

I'm glad you enjoy the show.

Yeah, I love it.

I never miss it.

You must... you must have your

work cut out, though, eh?

Sorry?

Well, you know.

Keepin' Sandy and Tom apart.

Off camera,

they're the best of friends.

- Well, I doubt that.

- What makes you say that?

Well...

That's mine.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

You make sure

you don't lose that.

Butterfingers.

- Are you ok?

- Yeah. Yeah, we're fine.

It's nice to meet you.

- Robert.

- Robert.

You too.

You... you say hello

to Sandy for me.

- I will.

- And you keep up the good work, Lucy.

- Fantastic show. Fantastic.

- Thank you.

Yeah, fantastic.

Take care.

Bye. Come on.

Happy Christmas!

You too.

Are you hungry, Phoebe?

Met another fan the other day,

didn't we, phoebes?

- Security guard called Robert.

- He was weird.

A bit intense, maybe.

Ok, how to make a pizza.

You pay attention, Phoebe.

So, make two fist.

Spin like Frisbee

and then let her rip.

Oh...

Do you think you

could do better?

Right, you have a go.

Some of that and that.

Sorry.

That's it.

Go on, get into it, phoebes.

Yeah, good technique.

I don't know how to do it.

Yeah, but can you spin?

That's it. That's it,

that's it, that's it.

There we go. Go on.

That's it.

Are you ok?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You're turn. Give mum a go.

Alright,

let's show you how it's done.

Ok. You two stay here.

I'm gonna check it out.

- No, don't go out there.

- No, it'll be ok.

No, you don't know

who's out there.

I'll call the police.

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