Career Girls Page #7

- I'm being the right angle in a triangle.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Have a nice time.

Are you sure you don't want me

to come with you?

No, it's all right.

It's cool.

Hannah, I wanted strawberryade!

You're lucky she

got you anything at all.

So...

Why did you split up

with your ex-girlfriend then?

'Cause she wanted to

whisk me up the aisle.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Got sick of her crying all the time.

Was it 'cause of her

or 'cause you don't like commitment?

It's a load of bollocks,

all that sh*t.

- What?

- Commitment.

Vagina... nice place.

Wouldn't wanna live there.

So how long have you

been an estate agent?

Oh, five, six years.

I see you've got a wedding ring.

- Yeah, I'm married.

- How nice.

- How long?

- Second anniversary coming up.

- Got any kiddies?

- I certainly have.

- How many, 2.2?

- Just the one, as of yet.

- Laura Jane.

- Oh, yes.

She's as ugly as you, isn't she?

Yeah, it's her birthday tomorrow.

I gotta pick up the cake.

- How old is she?

- One. Little jelly tot.

She'll be playing for England

by the time I finish with her.

Oh, I forgot.

You like football.

- It's a lot of crap, really, isn't it?

- Not my cup of tea neither.

- You know what to do with this.

- Keep it for your collection.

- No, thank you.

- Nice to see you again then.

Yeah. Bye!

You all right?

Fine, yeah.

That time in the bedsit was the worst

for me... just after you came down to stay.

- I was right on the edge.

- Yeah.

I actually said to myself, "You've either

got to change or you're gonna go under."

If I hadn't got that job in the hardware shop,

I'd be in a loony bin by now.

- No, you wouldn't.

- Yes, I would.

He just let me be myself.

It's funny, but all these memories

keep flooding back.

See, I hate looking back.

Yeah, but don't forget,

I don't remember my childhood, you know...

and that's why remembering

is so important to me.

Mm. Who wants a crap memory though?

You haven't really changed.

- Do you want some more rice?

- No, thanks.

- I've always envied you, you know.

- Aw, don't be so daft.

- I have!

- Why?

I don't know.

I admire your innocence.

What do you mean?

You're a very sort of trusting person.

I trust people too easily.

That's why I get walked over.

See, I envy your ability to

stand on your own two feet.

Yeah, but that's just

self-protection, isn't it?

- And the way you deal with men.

- That's all I ever do is deal with them.

I mean, at least you're able

to fall in love with them...

even though you are

a walking open wound.

I'm just not strong enough

to be as vulnerable as you.

But I see that vulnerability as a weakness.

You're the strong one.

Well, see, if we could be a combination,

we'd be the perfect woman, wouldn't we?

Unfortunately, we can't.

I can't use these chopsticks.

- You've changed more than you think, you know.

- Oh, yeah? In what way?

Well, you've stopped bumping into things.

And you can look me in the eye, can't you?

- Yeah, yeah. Do you know who always used to say that to me?

- What?

- You know, about looking down all the time.

- Who?

Ricky. Do you remember him?

Now there's someone I have thought about,

as opposed to Adrian.

Ricky was sussed.

Oh, yeah. Very bright, yeah.

- Wonder what happened to him.

- I really don't know.

Maybe he's a rock star.

- Yeah, or a company manager.

- He might be as thin as a beanpole.

I don't think so... the amount of curry

and chips he used to eat.

- Mm. Fat chance, eh?

- Thin chance.

No, I haven't thought

about Adrian at all.

I don't really want to talk about it,

'cause I'm trying to get over today.

Fair enough.

It's ridiculous, but...

I haven't stopped thinking about him

for the last 10 years.

I was really quite hurt

by all that, you know?

I knew it. Deep down inside I knew that.

But why didn't you ever tell me?

Well, because I wasn't in love with him

and I knew you were...

so, you know...

- He was a sh*t.

- Oh, yeah. He was a sh*t.

But when you're in love with a bastard,

you just can't help yourself.

You see, psychologically,

I look up to my father.

You know, I see him as strong,

in spite of everything he's done.

But he doesn't respect women,

and he's never given me the love that I deserve.

And that's why I have this need,

you know, to crave his respect...

and seek his approval.

That's obviously why I choose the men I do.

I don't respect my father at all.

He's weak.

Look what he's done to Thelma.

I don't ever wanna

end up like her, not ever.

And when I look at men,

all I see is dangerous weakness.

I don't want it to be that way.

I just can't help it.

Makes me feel lonely.

- Uh, Hannah.

- What?

Would you like this

for when you find a flat?

No, but you can

stick this up your ass, if you like.

It's hard to believe.

Four years.

- You're crying.

- Oh, God. Am I?

- Here's to us.

- The "Brunty" sisters.

- Oh, yeah. We always get the brunt of everything.

- The brunt of everything.

Mm! I found a photograph of you

and I outside the Bronts' house in Haworth.

- Did you?

- Yeah, I forgot to bring it I wanted to give it to you.

- Oh, that's a shame. I'd have really liked that.

- I know. But I'll send you it.

- Thanks. I loved that trip.

- Yeah. It was good, yeah.

- It was quite a revelation, actually.

- How?

Well, just seeing the way

you were with your family.

You know, everyone being nice

to one another. I wasn't used to it.

I remember you kept

going off on your own.

Yeah. Well, I was overwhelmed, really.

Does your mom

still favoritize Francesca?

Oh, nothing's changed.

Everything Francesca does is brilliant;

everything I do is crap.

It's just not fair, is it?

First it was the mellifluous cello,

and now it's happy families.

- And yet you have always been the one to look after her.

- Oh, I know.

- You're the only person who's ever really appreciated me.

- Am I?

Yeah.

You know, I've never told you this, but...

do you remember all those times I was

meant to come to London and never did?

- Yeah?

- I didn't 'cause I was scared.

- What were you scared of?

- I was scared if I set foot in London, I'd never leave.

And I didn't want to throw me

plans out the window, you see?

Sounds like you should move on,

though, anyway.

Oh, yeah.

I'm ready to now. Yeah.

Be good if you came back

to London, wouldn't it?

Ah, well, who knows.

Mm.

- Yeah, it is. Yeah.

- Oh, look. There's Tottenham Court Road.

Hey, look who this is!

I don't believe it.

- Is that Claire?

- It is, yeah!

- But she's got no makeup on.

- I know.

What a bloody coincidence.

- What's going on, eh?

- I know. It's incredible, isn't it?

The chance of that happening

is one in a million.

You know, seeing two people

like that in the same weekend.

Did you notice where

we were standing as well?

- No.

- We were at a crossroads, weren't we?

Oh, yeah.

Where the two paths meet.

- That's right.

- Oh. Very symbolic.

Must be something in the air.

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