Closer

Hello, stranger.

Sorry. Looking for a cigarette.

I've given up.

Thank you.

-Got to be somewhere?

-Work.

You didn't fancy my sandwiches?

-Don't eat fish.

-Why not?

Fish piss in the sea.

-So do children.

-Don't eat children, either.

What's your work?

I'm sort of a journalist.

-What sort?

-I write obituaries.

Are we in for a long wait?

She was 21 when she came in.

Does it hurt?

I'll live.

Do you want me to put your leg up?

Yes, please.

Who cut off your crusts?

Me.

Did your mother cut off your crusts

when you were a little boy?

-Yes, I believe she did.

-You should eat your crusts.

You should stop smoking.

How long was I out?

-About 10 seconds.

-Then what?

You came to. You focused on me.

You said, "Hello, stranger."

What a floozy.

The cabbie crossed himself, he went,

"Thank f***. I thought I'd killed her."

I said, "Let's get her to a hospital."

He hesitated.

I think he thought there'd be paperwork

and he'd be held responsible.

So I said with a slight sneer,

"Please just drop us at the hospital."

Show me the sneer.

Very good, buster.

Thank you.

-I told you, I've given up.

-Try harder.

You live here?

Just arrived from New York.

Taking a vacation?

I'm on an expedition.

Where's your baggage?

-Where are you staying?

-I'm a waif.

A red bus.

Policeman or "bobby."

Observe the distinctive helmet.

Saint Paul's Cathedral.

Please note the famous dome.

-This is a truly magnificent tour.

-It's the London tourists never get to see.

-What's this?

-I've no idea.

They're all people

who died saving the lives of others.

I've been here before.

Twenty years ago, we came here.

My mother's dead. My father and I came here

the afternoon she died.

She was a smoker.

She died in the hospital, actually.

-ls your father still alive?

-Hanging on.

He's in a home.

-You're late for work.

-You saying you want me to go?

I'm saying you're late for work.

How did you end up writing obituaries?

Well, I had dreams of being a writer,

but I had no voice.

What am I saying? I had no talent.

So I ended up in obituaries,

which is the Siberia of journalism.

Tell me what you do.

I want to imagine you in Siberia.

Really?

We call it "the obits page."

There's three of us:. me, Graham, and Harry.

When I get to work, without fail....

Are you sure you want to know?

Well, if someone important died,

we go to the "deep freeze"...

which is a computer file...

with all the obituaries,

and we find the dead person's life.

People's obituaries are written

while they're still alive?

Some people's.

Then Harry, he's the editor,

decides who we'll lead with.

Then we make calls, check facts.

At 6:
.00, we stand around the computer

and look at the next day's page...

and make final changes.

Add a few euphemisms

for our own amusement.

Such as?

"He was a convivial fellow."

Meaning he was an alcoholic.

"He valued his privacy." Gay.

"He enjoyed his privacy." Raging queen.

What would my euphemism be?

-"She was disarming."

-That's not a euphemism.

Yes, it is.

-What were you doing in New York?

-You know.

Well, no, I don't. What, were you studying?

Stripping.

Look at your little eyes.

I can't see my little eyes.

Why did you leave?

Problems with a male.

-Boyfriend?

-Kind of.

And you left him, just like that?

It's the only way to leave.

"l don't love you anymore. Goodbye."

-Supposing you do still love them?

-You don't leave.

-You've never left somebody you still love?

-No.

This is me.

Enjoy your stay.

Please remember

our traffic tends to come from the right.

Bye.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Yeah. Ruth.

She's called Ruth. She's a linguist.

-What's your name?

-Alice.

My name is Alice Ayres.

Good.

I'm just gonna change the film.

Are you okay for time?

-Do you mind if I smoke?

-lf you must.

-I don't have to.

-Then don't.

I liked your book.

Thanks.

-When's it published?

-Next year. How come you've read it?

Your publisher sent me a manuscript.

I read it last night.

You kept me up till 4:.00.

I'm flattered.

Is your heroine

based on someone you know?

Yes. She's someone called Alice.

How does she feel

about you stealing her life?

Borrowing her life.

I'm dedicating the book to her.

She's pleased.

Do you exhibit?

Sometimes. I have a thing next year.

Portraits?

-Of who?

-Strangers.

How do your strangers feel

about you stealing their lives?

Borrowing.

Am I a stranger?

No. You're a job.

And you're a sloucher. Sit up.

You didn't find it obscene?

-What?

-The book.

I thought it was accurate.

About what?

About sex. About love.

In what way?

-You wrote it.

-You read it till 4:.00.

Don't raise your eyebrows.

It makes you look smug.

-But you did like it?

-Yes, but I could go off it.

Stand up.

Any criticisms?

I'm not sure about the title.

Got a better one?

The Aquarium.

So you liked the filth.

-You like aquariums.

-Fish are therapeutic.

-Hang out in aquariums, do you?

-When I can.

Good for picking up strangers?

Photographing strangers.

Come here.

You're beautiful.

I don't kiss strange men.

Neither do l.

Do you and this Alice live together?

Yes.

Are you married?

Yes.

-No. Yes.

-Which?

Separated.

-Do you have any children?

-No.

-Would you like some?

-Yes, but not today.

Would Alice like children?

She's too young.

She works in a caf near here.

She's coming to meet me.

Quite soon.

Why are you wasting her time?

-You're judgmental.

-You're devious.

I'm not wasting her time.

She's completely lovable.

And completely unleavable.

And you don't want someone else

getting their dirty hands on her.

-Men are crap.

-But all the same - -

They're still crap.

Your muse.

-You've ruined my life.

-You'll get over it.

Dan.

Your shirt.

You all done?

-How's the photographer?

-Good. Professional.

Rigorous. Beady. One of your lot.

-What, female?

-Americano.

Come on.

Anna?

-Alice.

-Hi.

-Sorry to interrupt.

-No, we've just finished.

-Would you like some tea?

-No, thanks.

I've been serving it all day.

Can I use your loo?

Sure. Just through there.

She is beautiful.

-I've got to see you.

-No.

What's this? Patriotism?

-I don't want trouble.

-I'm not trouble.

You're taken.

-I've got to see you.

-Tough.

-You kissed me.

-What are you, 1 2?

I'm a block of ice.

Will you take my photo?

I've never been photographed

by a professional before.

I'd really appreciate it. I can pay you.

No, I'd like to.

Only if you don't mind.

Why should l?

Because you'll have to go away.

We don't want him here

while we're working, do we?

No, we don't.

Right. I'll be in the pub on the corner.

Have fun.

Thank you.

-Good luck with your exhibition.

-Good luck with your book.

So you've got an exhibition?

Yeah.

I read Dan's book.

You've had quite a life.

Thanks.

He said you work in a caf?

I am a waitress.

That's a temporary thing?

No.

Why don't you come over here and sit?

-You live here?

-I do now.

Because you're single?

Who was your last boyfriend?

My husband.

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