Looking Over: The Edge of Love Page #2

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sodding balloons for your living.

There is a war on.

You know, you're not the man I married.

I did cartwheels in a rubber corset in Peter

Robinson's window when I was hungry.

You were never hungry.

You've always had a man to feed you.

Demonstration purposes it was.

Bet you can't beat that.

Bet I can't.

He's following me.

Don't you have all the luck!

Watch this.

- Causing chaos, my lovely.

- What do you need knickers for?

Looking for a good time

with a couple of showgirls?

Three more, please.

Your drinks, chaps.

- Chief stag sees off the competition.

- William Killick.

Vera Phillips.

She's very pleased to meet you.

- Rums all round?

- Mmm, goody!

Four rums, please.

- Do you do cartwheels?

- On the seashore I might.

Ah. I'll take you there.

- You're busy, by the looks of you.

- I could do with some sea air.

I'd like to sit on the beach with you.

Don't you know a brush-off

when you get one?

Got any smokes?

I enjoyed your show.

- Did you?

- Yes.

- Hey?

- Hay's for horses.

Come for a gallop.

Used to call it busking,

singing in the tube stations.

Coppers used to move you on.

I'll come again, if I may.

Free world.

Keeping those rums to yourself?

We're in danger of breaking a thirst.

I don't melt at the sight of a uniform, that's all.

- Sod it. I don't like nosy parkers.

- It was a civil question.

I could have said,

"Are you after my husband?" But I didn't.

Heartache, that's what I see in a uniform.

I won't love someone

just to have them die on me.

Who's talking about love?

Don't you ever get lonely?

- My work's all I need.

- I used to think I'd be a dancer.

Danced night and day.

I know, you're one of those.

No. No! God!

Not one of those, for God's sake!

Not that I'm averse.

One of the ones

that never got over her first love.

Course I am.

Didn't your mother

teach you any manners?

- All I said...

- You can walk on your own, I know.

Keep your hand on your ha'penny,

that's what my mother taught me.

- I'm not touching you.

- Well, don't look at me either.

Fine.

No, don't do that!

What have you got against me,

Vera Phillips?

You might be dead tomorrow.

Live while you can, live all you can.

- I won't see you again.

- Of course not.

I'd like my torch back.

Please.

Don't let the light out!

Light of your life.

Has to wipe its feet

before it comes back in again.

No!

Cat! Cat!

Little dog needs the toilet.

Go bark somewhere else.

Come on, Catty.

Have you got a poem for me?

You still owe me for the last one.

I am not a sodding deposit box, Dylan.

What do you think this is?

- It could be a scribble!

- Could be.

- It could be a bloody limerick, Dullun!

- Could be.

Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid

Was A Man Aged A Hundred.

- Happy piece, is it?

- Do you want to hear it?

Do you?

Do you want to hear it?

Oh, heavy!

When the morning

was waking over the war

He put on his clothes

and stepped out and he died

The locks yawned loose

as a blast blew them wide

He dropped where he loved

on the burst pavement...

- Lived.

- What?

Lived.

Oh, no, it's loved.

You can't read your own bloody writing.

Lived! Lived!

- Loved!

- He's a hundred sodding years old!

He can't remember love.

The bloody word's only

there because I wrote it!

Dropped where he loved

- on the burst pavement stone

- Shh!

It's mine, isn't it?

What you write.

All my words.

And every heartbeat.

They're all for you.

Me?

Come here, then.

Come on, you!

Get out of bed and come and see

what he's done this time!

Oh, dear. Naughty doggy Dylan.

Do you know what that is?

That's animal behaviour, that's what it is.

Nicolette, I'm...

I'm...

Is Vera Phillips there, please?

- Just a moment.

- Thank you.

- Hello?

- Hello, darling.

- Dylan?

- Course it is.

There was a young hero called Killick

Who marched to the top of a... hillick

He stood legs astride

and whipped out his pride

And spread Brylcreem all over his fillick

What's a fillick?

- Showing your ignorance now, Cat.

- William's will be nice, whatever it is.

Not that you're seeing him again.

- He'll still have a nice one.

- Come here, Vera Bera.

Come on. Come and have a cuddle.

Go on, you're welcome to it. I don't want him.

Don't change, Vera Bera.

You're the star in my dark sky.

Don't you ever change.

- What am I in your sky?

- You're on my earth, Caitlin.

Just where I want you to be. Come on.

Come and have a cuddle.

What are you laughing at? What?

What?

What is it?

What? What?

It's like living with children.

- Oh, God!

- I'm going to the pub.

What's it like having a son?

Oh, exhausting.

I can't imagine it.

He's a whole world away from here.

Safe and sound.

You could die in an air raid.

- I'm not going to.

- You might.

This is not

how I would choose to seduce someone.

My firm intention is to live forever.

- Is that a promise?

- Cross my heart.

You only think you're in love with the poet.

You know that, don't you?

His name's Dylan.

You can say Dylan, can't you?

- So, you admit you're in love with him?

- Bloody lawyer, are you?

I'm not saying I'm the better man,

but I'm not married, Vera.

And you'll admit that gives me an advantage.

I'll admit nothing.

On the grounds that it may incriminate you?

You're trying to provoke me, aren't you?

First love's all right as far as it goes.

Last love, that's what I'm interested in.

Oh, you think you're so damn wise.

- What do you want, Vera?

- Oh...

the moon from out of the skies,

the stars in all their glitter.

What else?

It makes you know you're alive, wanting.

That's what I think.

Oh, I'm alive all right.

Every last bit of me.

Oh! Stay there.

- Right, stay still.

- All right!

Still!

- I'm as good as he is.

- Good as who is?

Dylan. The bugger.

He thinks that I am put on this earth

to nurture his talent.

Cook for him, have his children, clean for him.

That's all I'm here for.

Who's nurturing my bloody talent?

- Will William nurture your talent?

- I'll nurture my own.

Cut off his trigger finger, that's what I'd do.

I would, I'd come up quietly in the night

and I'd tie him down and I'd... maim him.

Look at us. How do they live up to us?

They don't, dirty tarts!

- My brother died for the likes of you!

- I didn't bloody ask him to, did I?

Bleeding conchie! Lick my bleeding boot!

Welsh seamen. You can smell them a mile off.

- I ain't got no quarrel with you!

- Damn right!

What are you protecting him for? Scum, he is!

Get back to your drinking. Now. Go on.

He's right, you know.

Contamination, that's what I am.

I'd stay well clear.

No, no, no. I'm just gonna stay down here

a moment. Just... just a little moment.

- You're lying in piss, Dylan.

- I've had worse beds.

I wouldn't like to get

on the wrong side of you.

Well, see you don't, then.

You bloody warriors.

You're a bunch of buggering yes men.

You don't even know what you're fighting for.

- To live without fear, me and mine.

- Ta.

Oh, God!

Terrified, I am, of not... not doing.

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