Enduring Love Page #2

to say to me?

You've got to stop following me like this.

This is getting a bit weird.

Well, why don't you write it

in your lovely book?

Go on, no-one can see.

Yeah, well, OK.

- How's that?

- Why can't you write it down?

- What?

- I think you know.

Jez, I don't know what this is about,

but it's...

- Jed. Jed, it's just Jed.

- What?

Jed. You signed it to Jez.

- It's Jed.

- Sorry.

How's that? OK?

Were you christened Joe or Joseph?

- What?

- It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Joey. Jo-Jo.

Don't you think it's time

you faced up to who you really are?

Who I am. I don't...

- Um... sorry?

- "The fruit of the Spirit is love. "

- What?

- Love.

- Galatians, chapter five.

- Oh, Jesus, no. Come on.

Joe, Joe.

- What have I done to you?

- You haven't done anything to me.

I can't control my emotions like you can.

I know this gives you power over me.

I don't know where you're going with this.

There's nothing I can do about it.

But please, don't put on this act.

- What act?

- If this is a joke, it's got to stop.

- It's hurting us both. It's f***ing us up.

- I don't know who you are.

And I um... I don't know where you live

and I don't know what you want really

and, quite frankly, I don't care.

So could you please just leave me alone?

God! You say that and

then you make that face.

- What face?

- What is it you really want me to do?

- Nothing.

- You're not even trying to be convincing.

- It's obvious.

- This is just...

OK, OK.

Um... if there's something I've done

that's upset you

or I've said something that's given you,

given you an idea,

I don't know what it is,

I don't know what it is,

but whatever it is, I'm sorry.

I'm really truly sorry.

Now, I just don't know what you're on about.

I don't know what this is about.

Joe... Joey.

Joey.

Joseph.

Sorry.

- Don't do this. Please don't f***ing...

- Don't let me down, Joe.

Don't let me down

like you let down the other bloke.

- What?

- Be brave.

What do you mean be brave?

What do you mean?

Brave.

You know what I'm saying.

I didn't let him down.

What are you saying?

It was all of us.

Well, wasn't it?

I see my work as part of a tradition

that goes back to the great sculptors

of the Renaissance.

I didn't say that.

It says here.

Not like that, anyway.

I can't see you.

- Sorry.

- Thank you.

I love your voice.

Oh.

I wish I could... sculpt your voice.

Oh, dear. Is there anything I can do?

Er... no, because the more you talk,

the more frustrated I get.

- I won't say another word.

- Thank you.

I think I'm done for today.

Anybody home?

- Hi.

- Hiya.

- Posing again?

- Yeah.

- He's a grandfather.

- Oh, f***.

Yeah, ridiculous but true.

- It's the other lot, you know. Mary.

- He's a gene machine.

- Bye-bye.

- Thank you.

- Don't know how you do it.

- Easy, I'll teach you.

- You're going to get a reputation.

- At my age, I deserve a reputation.

- Congratulations, that's good news.

- Thanks.

Now f*** off, you're way too happy.

- Send love to Rachel, yeah?

- Yeah.

Bye.

- Bye.

So what do you think?

It's good.

- What's wrong with it?

- No, it's good. Very good.

What?

We...

We did talk about this, you know?

What?

Well...

Why can't you do that for me?

I cast your hands.

You cast every f***er's hands.

I mean, any idiot can get his hands done.

Well, hands aren't so personal.

- What's wrong with the rest of me?

- I'm only interested in your hands.

- Thanks a lot.

- I like your hands.

Anyway, they're nice and bony.

If it's bony you want,

you should do my feet.

- My feet are really bony.

- I don't do feet.

Anyway, it's not the same.

Why can't you do my face, hey? Why?

- I don't know, I can't explain.

- Well, try.

Um...

I don't know. Its just...

It's hard to articulate.

I'm just too close to you, I suppose.

How can you be too close to me? That's...

- What does too close mean? - I need

to be objective. I need objectivity.

- What does that mean?

- I need distance.

I'd have to examine you

and I don't want to examine you.

I want you to be my lover not my subject,

OK?

Now what's wrong?

I saw that guy again today.

Hm?

I think...

I think he's some kind of fan.

It's just...

- That's a bit weird.

- Yeah, well, he's quite intense.

Well, just ignore him, OK?

I'm sure, you know, he's harmless.

I'm sure he's harmless.

It's just I feel a bit sorry for him really.

He's... a bit lonely, I think.

- Well, don't let it bother you.

- No, no, of course not.

You can't help feeling responsible.

We were just in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Yeah, but I can't help thinking

that we might have saved him.

- I don't think so.

- Well, he thinks so.

- How?

- He said so.

In a helicopter? Oh, come on.

There's no way

you should feel responsible.

I just wish I'd been able to do something.

I wish we'd saved him,

I really wish we had,

because, you know,

it would just be so much easier now.

Why?

- So you wouldn't feel so bad?

- No, because he f***ing died.

- I just...

- Come here.

Look at me.

You are such a good person, OK?

You're just a little bit overwrought.

Stressed out and sad and tired.

There's nothing wrong with that.

I love you. Come here.

It's going to be OK.

I love you.

Come here.

I'm saying all these things

have meaning,

but only because we, as human beings,

give them meaning.

That's your theory? Life is a meaningless

Darwinian expedient.

It's just biology,

but humans struggle to give it meaning.

That's what makes us human.

It's a good theory. Simple but effective.

Good?

It's revolutionary. I should be on

the f***ing South Bank Show.

Well, OK, why don't we talk about that?

Talk about what?

Getting you on TV.

Well, we should.

I think it's important.

I should... you know...

pull myself together,

just do something constructive.

Instead of sitting on my f***ing arse.

I need to do things. I never do anything.

You do loads of things.

What are you talking about?

All I do is pontificate about...

I have never ever made anything

that you can hold in your hand.

I've never... I've never helped anybody.

I just have... theories.

They're good theories.

Perhaps you should do more with them.

- I don't know...

- There's no point.

This is silly.

Why are you saying all this?

For f***'s sake.

- What? What?

We must stop meeting like this.

Don't you ever go home?

- Sorry.

- No, no, no, go ahead.

It's all right, Joe.

I'm preparing myself to forgive you.

This is insane. What do you want?

You know what I want.

Not now. For f***'s sake, I am having

my lunch. This is just f***ing stupid.

- I'm not giving up, you know.

- I know, yes.

Look, I'm really sorry about this.

This is one of my many fans.

Very quick. Very quick.

- You've got it screwed on, haven't you?

- Look, go away. Please.

Come on, Joe.

Jo-Jo.

Look, stop calling me that, please.

- Just listen.

- No, no, I am not listening. Look...

Please, just piss off.

This is driving me f***ing mad.

We can't go on like this, Joe,

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