Closer Page #3

I'm not in love with you.

You just lied.

I'm your stranger. Jump.

-Hello, stranger.

-Hello.

Intense conversation?

His father died.

Were you spying?

Lovingly observing...

with a telescope.

He's taller than in his photo.

His photo's a headshot.

Yeah, I know.

But his head implied a short body,

when, in fact, his head is deceptive.

Deceptive?

He's actually got a long body.

He's a stringy f***er.

I could have him.

-What?

-lf it came to it, in a scrap, I could have him.

Did you tell him we call him Cupid?

No, that's our joke.

I had a chat with young Alice.

-Fancy her?

-Of course.

-Not as much as you.

-Why not?

You're a woman. She's a girl.

She has the moronic beauty of youth,

but she's sly.

-She seems open to me.

-That's how she wants to seem.

You forget you're dealing with

a clinical observer of the human carnival.

-Am l, now?

-Yes.

You seem more like the cat

that got the cream. Stop licking yourself.

That's the nastiest thing

you've ever said to me.

That's horrible.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

-Where have you been?

-Work thing.

Had a drink with Harry.

You never have one drink with Harry.

-You know he's in love with you.

-No, he's not.

Is he?

Did you eat?

I'll make you something.

I'm not hungry.

What?

This will hurt.

I've been with Anna.

I'm in love with her.

We've been seeing each other for a year.

It began at her opening.

-Have a nice one.

-Cheers, guvnor.

Don't move.

I want to remember this moment forever.

First time I walked through the door,

returning from a business trip...

to be greeted by my wife.

I have, in this moment, become an adult.

Thanks for waiting up, you darling.

You goddess.

I missed you.

How about some tea?

Jesus, I'm knackered!

-Didn't you sleep on the plane?

-No...

because the permed German next to me

was snoring like a Messerschmitt.

-What's the time?

-About midnight.

Time. What a tricky little f***er.

My head's in two places.

My brain actually hurts.

-Do you want some food?

-No, I need a bath.

-I'll run it for you.

-No, I'll have a shower.

You okay?

How was the thing?

As dermatological conferences go,

it was a riot.

How was the hotel?

Someone told me that

the beautiful people of the Paranoid Hotel...

the concierge, the bellboys and girls....

Did you know this?

-They're all whores.

-Everybody knows that.

I didn't.

I don't suppose you'd fancy a friendly poke.

I just had a bath.

Right.

I'll see to myself, then,

in the Elle Decoration bathroom.

-You chose that bathroom.

-And every time I wash in it I feel dirty.

It's cleaner than I am. It's got attitude.

The mirror says, "Who the f*** are you?"

-You chose it.

-Doesn't mean I like it.

We shouldn't have this.

I hear middle -class guilt.

Working -class guilt.

Why are you dressed if you just had a bath?

We needed some milk.

You okay?

-You?

-Yeah.

I'm going.

-I'm sorry.

-lrrelevant.

What are you sorry for?

Everything.

-Why didn't you tell me before?

-Cowardice.

Is it because she's successful?

No, it's because she doesn't need me.

Did you bring her here?

Yes.

-Didn't she get married?

-She stopped seeing me.

Is that when we went to the country?

To celebrate our third anniversary?

Did you phone her? Beg her to come back?

-When you went for your long, lonely walks?

-Yes.

You're a piece of sh*t.

Deception is brutal.

I'm not pretending otherwise.

How?

How does it work?

How do you do this to someone?

Not good enough.

-I fell in love with her, Alice.

-As if you had no choice?

There's a moment. There's always a moment.

"l can do this, I can give in to this,

or I can resist it."

And I don't know when your moment was,

but I bet you there was one.

I'm going.

-It's not safe out there.

-And it's safe in here?

What about your things?

-I don't need things.

-Where will you go?

Disappear.

The Sultan has returned bearing gifts.

Thank you.

They're beautiful.

Here's a thing. Alice was at the hotel.

What?

They sell these arty postcards in the lobby.

I bought one to boost your sales.

"Young Woman, London."

And I checked for your book

in The Museum of Modern Art. It was there.

Someone bought one.

This guy with a ridiculous little beard.

He was drooling over your photo on

the inside cover. He fancied you, the geek.

I was so proud of you.

You've broken New York.

You're wonderful.

Don't ever forget it.

Can I still see you?

Dan, can I still see you? Answer me.

I can't see you.

If I see you, I'll never leave you.

-What will you do if I find someone else?

-Be jealous.

You still fancy me?

Of course.

You're lying.

I've been you.

Will you hold me?

-I amuse you, but I bore you.

-No.

You did love me?

I'll always love you. I hate hurting you.

Then why are you?

'Cause I'm selfish.

-And I think I'll be happier with her.

-You won't.

You'll miss me.

No one will ever love you as much as I do.

Why isn't love enough?

I'm the one who leaves.

I'm supposed to leave you.

Make some tea, buster.

Why are you dressed?

Because I think

you might be about to leave me...

and I didn't want to be wearing

a dressing gown.

I slept with someone in New York.

A whore.

I'm sorry.

Why did you tell me?

-I couldn't lie to you.

-Why not?

Because I love you.

It's fine.

Really? Why?

Something's wrong.

Tell me.

Are you leaving me?

Because of this?

Why?

Dan.

Cupid?

He's our joke.

I love him.

You're seeing him now?

Since when?

Since my opening last year.

I'm disgusting.

You're phenomenal.

You're so clever.

Why did you marry me?

I stopped seeing him. I wanted us to work.

-Why did you tell me you wanted children?

-Because I did.

-And now you want children with him?

-Yes.

I don't know.

But we're happy...

aren't we?

-You're gonna go live with him?

-You stay here if you want.

I don't give a f*** about the spoils.

You did this to me the day we met.

You let me hang myself for your amusement.

Why didn't you just tell me

when I walked in the door?

-I was scared.

-You're a coward, you spoilt b*tch.

Are you dressed

because you thought I might hit you?

What do you think I am?

-I've been hit before.

-Not by me.

Is he a good f***?

Don't do this.

Just answer the question.

Is he good?

Yes.

Better than me?

-Different.

-Better?

-Gentler.

-What does that mean?

-You know what it means.

-Tell me.

-No.

-I treat you like a whore?

-Sometimes.

-Why would that be?

-I'm sorry, you're - -

-Don't say it.

Don't you f***ing say:.

"You're too good for me."

I am, but don't say it.

You're making the mistake of your life.

You're leaving me because you believe

that you don't deserve happiness...

but you do, Anna.

Did you have a bath

because you had sex with him?

So you wouldn't smell of him?

So you'd feel less guilty?

How do you feel?

Guilty.

Did you ever love me?

Yes.

Did you do it here?

No.

Why not?

Do you wish we did?

Just tell me the truth.

Yes, we did it here.

Where?

There.

On this?

We had our first f*** on this.

Did you think of me?

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