Looking Over: The Edge of Love Page #3

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War, see, it's useful.

It gives the terror a focus.

Is she in there? Vera?

All you heroes, you think the women just

fall at your feet at the sight of you, don't you?

You think they don't?

Of course, if I could be born again,

I'd have a word with God.

"Make me a hero", I'd say.

This way is far too much bloody hard work.

- Come on.

- What, go on living?

I've a cure for funk.

- Death, that's the only cure.

- Double?

You offering?

# There was a young poet called Dylan

# Who swore that he never would kill 'em

# When called by his country

to serve at the front

# He said he would rather make...

# Fillums! #

Possessed by the skies

And taken by light in her arms

at long and dear last

I may without fail

Suffer the first vision

that set fire to the stars

Touch her and I'll kill you.

Caitlin's territory, is she?

Caitlin's friend.

# Hang out the stars in Indiana

# Up in the sky of midnight blue

# Hang out the stars in Indiana

# To light my way back home to you #

Here.

- I can buy my own drink.

- Just take the bloody thing.

# A melody just meant for two #

- Care to dance?

- I'd love to, thank you.

Don't worry, they won't get us down here.

# How could I find in things I sought for?

# No wonder they were all denied

# The very happiness I fought for #

- My round.

- Don't be childish.

- Gin drinkers, are they, the children you know?

- Dance. Come on.

I'm an independent woman.

I can buy a round if I want to.

- And a fight, you can have that too.

- All right, then.

After a dance.

# Hang out the stars in Indiana

# To light my way back home to you #

- I won't always do as you say.

- Thank you for the warning.

- I won't.

- Just dance.

Where are you? Mary?

Come on!

- This way.

- I need help over here, now.

Vera! Vera. Vera, you can leave her now.

- No, the pavement's wet!

- No, she won't feel it.

Hmm? Leave her now.

Come on. It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right.

Come on. It's all right. It's all right.

# Have every robin sing a love song

# A melody just made for two

# For in my heart there'll be a love song

# A song I long to sing to you #

I bet you lay this on the ground.

- Why would I do that?

- For all the girls.

You won't get me on...

Those people, William.

- Shh.

- All those people.

You've got a raindrop

running down down your cheek.

Just like a tear.

Make love to me.

No harm will ever come to you.

Not from me. Not from anyone else.

Not while I'm here.

No word of mine will ever hurt you.

That sounds like a vow.

A stranger has come

To share my room in the house

A stranger has come

To share my room in the house

Not right in the head

A girl mad as birds

She has come possessed

Who admits the delusive light

through the bouncing wall

Possessed by the skies

And taken by light in her arms

at long and dear last

I may, without fail

Suffer the first vision

that set fire to the stars

I don't like it, Dylan.

I've another couple of lines in my head

I'm not sure where to put.

- It's not finished, then?

- No, strictly speaking.

Don't write poems for me any more?

It's just a phase.

Come here.

Bring that body back to me.

- Oh.

- Now...

Shh!

- It's a marriage licence.

- Special one.

- No.

- What?

You can't make me.

What if I can't love you?

- I've been posted, Vera.

- Well, that's a hell of a proposal.

I... love... you.

I am not marrying you.

- No. You don't make the decisions any more.

- No.

- Say it. Say it.

- Uh-uh. No.

- Say, "I'll marry you."

- No.

Say it. Say yes. Say yes. Yes!

- Yes! Say yes!

- Yes!

- Say yes!

- Oh, for God's sake, say yes!

My first was Augustus John.

Seduced me when I was 15, the old goat.

It doesn't mean anything, f***ing. It's not love.

I get an itch, it's gotta be scratched.

I'd do it myself, only I'm too lazy.

Why bother, when you can get

someone else to do it for you?

- Nothing to do with love, f***ing?

- Uh-uh. Nothing.

- Who was your first?

- What?

You don't need to tell me. I know it was Dylan.

We were kids. Tents piled in a beach hut.

- Nice and comfy, then.

- We were children, still innocent.

We are still innocent, me and Dylan.

I only want it as a memory. I don't want it back.

Does William know?

Don't ever tell him.

I can forgive the past, he won't.

The past I can forgive.

You warning me?

- You love William, don't you?

- You have to love someone these days.

You sure you want to marry him?

I've never had a best friend before.

Here. See if I look like a mermaid?

We've a couple of cleaners

who'd be pleased to act as witnesses.

They'll be here, they will.

I'm sorry, we've got couples queuing up.

Sorry!

- About bloody time.

- See?

- Look. Bend down, can't you?

- Three guineas that cost.

How many words is that for

a few feathers and a piece of cloth?

- Where did you get three guineas?

- He wrote a cheque. It'll bounce, of course.

You look beautiful!

Tell her she looks beautiful.

She is beautiful. Come on. Let's get married.

- It was Dylan's idea. He chose it.

- You always did have hats.

Would you mind awfully?

I'm terribly sorry. Purely for old times' sake.

- Sorry, old chap.

- Call of duty.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Oh, treat me right, can't you?

Oh, no, no! I want to give a toast.

I'll squeeze the life out of you.

- Yes, after the toast.

- Go on!

You're killing me.

Oh, go on, you great

Welsh bastard, or I'll break you in two!

To all the things that really matter.

- And bugger the ones that don't.

- Hear, hear.

- Can you please get down?

- Sing, and I might.

- Oh, God.

- Sing, Dullun!

# Myfanwy boed yr holl o'th fywyd

# Dan heulwen disglair canol dydd

# Boed i rosyn gwridog iechyd

# I ddawnsio ganmlwydd ar dy rudd #

It's that old heiryth,

that old Welsh thing

they're always banging on about.

He hates the bloody place, doesn't he?

Who doesn't?

But all he wants, see,

he wants back there.

She's no different.

No, you'll never come between them,

not with them being Welsh together.

- Why should I come between them?

- Course, you've always got me.

Perfect.

"For old times' sake."

That's what he said.

- No harm will ever come to you.

- He'll always be my friend.

No word of mine will ever hurt you.

- I can still have friends.

You're crying.

Dreaming, that's all.

- You're shaking.

- It'll pass.

You'll come back to me. I know you will.

Tell me the truth.

You're hurting me.

I want everything to be open between us.

- And fresh and clean.

- Stop it.

You and your friend.

Tell me.

We were kids, William.

We were on a beach

and it happened, once. That's all.

William.

Tell me you love me.

Come back alive and I'll say it.

Come back to me,

I'll say anything you want.

And mean it?

Come back and see.

# Drifting and dreaming

# While shadows fall

# Softly at twilight

# I hear you call

# Love's old sweet story

# Told with your eyes

# Drifting and dreaming

# Sweet paradise #

- Sergeant, get these men off the aircraft, now!

- Everybody off the plane!

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