Last Chance Harvey Page #4

Posh people.

- Thank you. I enjoyed that.

- Me too. Where are you going?

- I'm just going to a class, actually.

- What kind of class?

- Writing.

- Ah.

It's just a thing,

twice a week, I do.

I've got to get the Heathrow Express,

actually, so-

- I see.

- What about you?

I don't know. I guess I'll stay

in a hotel near here.

- I have a flight in the morning.

- Oh, so it's- yeah.

- Okay.

- Bye-bye, then.

- Bye.

- Good luck.

There's your phone again.

Hello?

Yes.

Harvey:
Sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Hi.

Sorry.

The thought of staying at a hotel

near the runway unnerved me.

- Do you mind?

- No no no.

Excuse me.

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

You ran.

Well, I wish you'd been on the car

four cars down.

So...

- You okay?

- Yes, I'm fine.

- Where we going?

- Um, Paddington.

Oh.

So, here's the taxi rank.

I suppose it's bye-bye again.

Oh.

They'll take you to wherever

you want to go- any hotel.

You mean instead of me

walking you to your class?

Carry your books.

I'll throw that in.

Sure.

Is that a "yes"?

Yes.

Why not?

In which case, we um-

we have to go-

we have to go back this way.

You mind

if I just drop these off?

Sure.

It's like "Yours is a glorious country,

Honeychurch!"

Know that? Line from a book.

"Room with a View. "

Ah. E.M. Forster.

- Mm-hmm. Have you read it?

- No.

- Do you think less of me?

- No no, not at all.

It's just- I think

we're just very different.

Probably.

- Is that bad?

- No.

I don't think so either.

Hang on. Sorry.

- Oh, sorry. I should get this.

- Go ahead.

Hello, Mum? Hello.

Sorry. I've been busy.

Yeah.

No. I'm out, actually.

Yes yes, with someone.

No, with someone else.

Yes, a man.

Oh, you did, did you?

What,

an actual body?

Okay, listen.

Listen, I'll come

in early tomorrow morning,

and we'll check it out together,

all right?

All right. All right.

Bye-bye. Bye.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Bye. Bye.

- Sorry. My mum.

- She worries about you?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Well, about herself, actually.

She's convinced

she's living next to Poland's answer to,

- I don't know, Jack the Ripper.

- Oh.

Do you live with her?

Oh no. No no no.

God, no.

- Near, not with.

She's all right.

She means well.

She just had

a really rough ride of it is all.

Why?

Oh, well, my dad ran off to France

with his secretary,

and then, about four years ago, she got

cancer, but she's completely recovered.

She's fine.

She just doesn't want to admit it.

You know.

So...

she's bored is what I think it is,

so she's made my situation,

which is what she calls me

"being single," her major distraction.

It's like a sort of hobby for her,

if you like.

I see.

Sorry.

- What?

- No. I was just-

- I was just talking too much.

- No no, you're not.

- No, I am.

- No, you're not.

Anyway, we're here.

This is my class.

So, how long is your class?

An hour.

I can- I can wait.

Well, it's getting cold.

You don't want to wait, do you?

Not that cold.

Okay.

Careful.

I might get

the wrong impression.

( doorbell rings )

So, uh, how did it go?

Well, the usual.

Lovely, mild-mannered Mike

gave us the latest installment

from his psychosexual thriller.

He's 86.

Shall we keep walking?

Okay.

It's nice.

It's nice today.

Do you ever wish you could just live

a different life just for a day

just to see

what it would be like?

Do you have an idea

what yours would be?

Mine?

I think it would take place in Spain-

definitely-

in a little house, inland.

- And what would you do?

- Write a book.

I mean, you know,

not "Middlemarch" or anything.

- George Eliot.

- Yeah. Have you read it?

No.

So, your book-

Would be just a

really good holiday read,

you know,

for the beach or a plane.

I've got one of those inside me.

And this house that you'd live in-

- Cabana.

- Cabana.

- Yeah. Please.

Sorry-

that you'd write in,

would it have a view?

Yes, across the plains,

with a little stream running around it

to bathe in.

- Bathe in?

- Mm-hmm.

- No showers?

- No.

Rustic.

Okay okay okay.

I'll adjust.

I'm there, only if you're

receiving guests, that is.

Sure.

You may visit,

Harvey Shine.

Well, thank you,

Kate Walker.

## I'm a guy

that likes his fun ##

## When I fight,

you'd better run ##

## I'm a mean, mean, mean

son of a gun ##

## I'm going down

to the middle of town ##

## I'm gonna shoot

that first man down ##

## I'm a mean, mean son of a gun ##

## My skin's hard as leather,

I'm as tough as any man ##

## When I have to shave myself,

I use an old tin can ##

## I wash my face in boiling wax,

scrub myself with a gunnysack ##

## I'm a mean, mean, mean

son of a gun ##

## I'm mean,

I'm mean, I'm mean ##

## I'm a mean, mean, mean

son of a gun... ##

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

What happened between you

and your daughter?

Uh, I don't know.

Somewhere along the way,

I just lost her.

I woke up one morning,

and I-

I realized...

that I didn't belong

in that house.

You know, I always had this feeling

in my stomach...

that they were

a bit embarrassed by me.

I mean, if you see them now with Brian, my

daughter's stepfather,

you know, they just-

it just makes more sense.

I mean, they really look right

together.

And I was not

a great father.

Is the wedding reception

still going on?

I don't know.

Am I still on New York time?

What time is it?

About 7:
:00.

Where is it on?

Grosvenor House.

Well, you have to go.

- No no no no no.

- Yes, you do.

No.

No, Harvey.

It's ridiculous you're not there.

- You have to go.

- They really don't want me.

Harvey, she's your daughter,

and you're her father. You have to go.

Harvey, I really mean it.

It's absolutely unforgivable.

You have to go.

- Come on.

- I'm thinking.

You come with me.

No. I-

I can't go

to a wedding reception in...

bloody green polyester.

Are you trying to get me

to buy you a new dress?

- Is that what this is all about?

- No.

- It is! Yes, it is!

- No, it's not.

- I'm not coming.

- Come as my bodyguard.

- No. No.

- Come as my friend?

Okay.

I am not spending

more than 200 on that frock.

- Is it a deal?

- Yes. Yes.

## I'm a guy

that likes his fun ##

## And when I fight,

you'd better run ##

## I'm a mean, mean, mean

son of a gun ##

## I'm going down

in the middle of town ##

## I'm going to shoot

the first man down ##

## I'm a mean, mean, mean

son of a gun ##

## My skin is hard as leather,

I'm as tough as any man ##

## When I have to shave myself,

I use an old tin can ##

## I wash my face in boiling wax,

and scrub myself with a gunnysack ##

## I'm a mean, mean, mean

son of a gun ##

## I'm mean,

I'm mean, I'm mean ##

## I'm a mean, mean,

mean son of a gun ##

## I'm a mean, mean, mean

son of a gun. ##

Oh.

Where was it?

Hello.

- My ex-wife just clocked you.

- Did she?

Huh? Oh.

- You should go say hi.

- Okay.

Here comes my daughter.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I didn't go.

- I'm glad.

Uh, this is, uh, Kate.

- Oh, hello.

- A friend.

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