Looking Over: The Edge of Love Page #5

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There's only so many of them.

Use yourself up living on memories.

It'd be a better place, a world without men.

- Possibly.

- Dylan, see, sex for him's a giggle.

He makes a joke of it, whoever it's with.

Bet William's romantic.

I can't remember.

I'll tell you what I think.

I think your daddy is very lucky.

Hmm.

Oh, God, look, Rowatt.

Who's that funny woman? Who is she?

William.

It's me.

I know.

Well, then.

Can't you put him down?

He'll only cry.

What's that?

It's a collage. For you.

Hold me, William.

- I should deal with the post.

- Let them wait.

In my craft or sullen art

Exercised in the still night

When only the moon rages

- And the lovers lie abed

- William?

With all their griefs in their arms

I labour by singing light

Not for ambition nor bread

Or the strut and trade of charms

on the ivory stages

But for the common wages

of their most secret heart

You all right?

- Are you?

- I will be.

Will you?

- I don't know where he is.

- Give him time.

- He's changed.

- So have you.

He doesn't love me any more.

Everybody loves you.

And Dylan. Everybody loves him.

Oh, God!

Oh, Catty.

Does it hurt?

I didn't think it would mean anything.

Course, it's a relief.

I'll stop.

In a minute I will.

There, see? Happy Caitlin.

# Whistling a tune all the live long day

# If you want to know just why

# I can truthfully say

# I've got a feeling about her

# It was something she said

# She's got me walking

on the tips of my toes

- # My hat's on the side of my head #

- Let's throw that.

# All my troubles are mended

# She's my needle and thread

# Cos she's got me walking

on the tips of my toes and... #

Sorry, I...

I'm sorry. I can't remember when I last...

# I've got a feeling I've found her

# It was something she said #

Shall we have some tea?

# And my hat's on the side of my head

# All my troubles are mended

# She's my needle and thread

# Cos she's got me walking

on the tips of my toes

# And my hat's on the side of my head #

# Funny thing what love can do

# Take a little look at me #

All you heroes, you think

the women just fall at your feet.

He'll always be my friend, Dylan.

It's a fox. It's a fox, that's all.

What's wrong, William?

Talk to me.

Please.

# Bye baby bunting

# Daddy's gone a-hunting

# Gone to get a rabbit skin

# To wrap his baby bunting in #

What did you want me for?

Was it the money? Was that it? Was that all?

Don't... don't wake Rowatt.

My money to keep your tame poet.

- Oh, I had better offers. Richer offers.

- You? Have you looked at yourself?

They're my friends. I bought them food.

- You have to feed people.

- I've nothing left.

You've got Rowatt!

At least look at him, William!

Why can't you hold him?

Is he Dylan's?

That's what they're saying out there, Vera.

"He's Dylan's child."

I love you.

When did that happen?

I said come back and I'd say it. I said!

You've been with him.

Haven't you?

Hey!

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

- What do they want, blood?

- A finished script.

- You've been paid for it!

- Yes, but not enough.

- Be that as it may...

- It's like doing my homework.

It's not even broken down into scenes yet.

- I'm not a secretary, Anita!

- Well, I'm not a bloody writer!

- I'm looking for Dylan Thomas.

- On the house, Captain Killick.

- Ah, yes, the returning hero.

- There'll be another when you've finished.

The least we can do.

Where is he?

There it is. Waiting for you, see?

It's the spectre of communism.

That's what frightens them, the Allies.

- Two pints of bitter and a gin and tonic.

- Make mine brains.

Greece. Now, Greece.

It's the communist partisans that risk their lives

to fight the Germans, not the British Tommy.

What they're aiming for, secretly, the Allies,

is for the Germans to wipe out the partisans,

wipe out the communists,

so they won't have to deal with them

after the war.

You listen to me.

I held a boy while my sergeant

hacked his arm off.

Later I held him while he died.

British boy, he was.

That was in Greece.

- I beg your pardon?

- We fight! Out there.

So you and your friends can sit around

in Hampstead and theorise.

You do that while we bleed our lives away.

What do you know about war?

You people,

what do you know about war, hmm?

Drink up, boys and girls, drink up.

Introduce me

to your knowledgeable friends, Dylan.

- Please, introduce me. I'd be charmed.

- I will as soon as you calm down.

Oh, you can take my money.

Hmm? You can take my bloody money

but you can't even introduce me to your friends?

I'm just a bloody Tommy.

Time, gentlemen!

Gentlemen, please. It's time.

- Whisky, double.

- Time's called.

Are you refusing to serve me?

- I said time's called.

- What do you mean, time?

Go home, Captain Killick.

No, don't you laugh at me.

Oh, play the big man.

Come on.

Easy in front of a woman, isn't it?

We only have your word for it

that you weren't skulking at the back...

... with urine running down your leg.

William, come on.

Don't bother with them, Captain Killick.

Best off home.

- William? What in heaven's name...

- Take your hands off me.

- Put it down!

- Please! Take your hands off.

- Put the damn thing down!

- Vera!

Vera? Vera?

Give me words... and I'm a giant.

Above all women. Hmm? Words.

Beyond the bottle.

More than love. Better than sex.

Words... for me.

- Hmm?

- # Shout, shout, shout for happiness! #

... tell you about our first night together

at the Wheatsheaf?

She offered her honour

so I honoured her offer!

I've still got her on offer.

Very easily entertained, this one.

Thinks a pint of Guinness with a potato in it

is a cocktail.

Don't you, my darling?

William, no!

No! No!

No.

No! No! No!

- No! No!

- William!

William, stop, please!

Please stop!

No one here means you any harm. Please.

Don't you care?

Your husband and my wife.

My son.

You've got a bruise.

Take me home.

Did I do that?

Take her home, William.

Not without my gun.

Give me the gun. Or I'll pull the pin

on this and kill the lot of us.

My son.

What'd you give it to her for, you daft sod?

There isn't a pin in it, William.

Either it's faulty or...

it's just gone off and we're

standing here dead looking at it.

Look, the boy's screaming.

Come home, William.

William.

All they care about

is keeping the lid on it, but...

that's Wales for you.

Doesn't want the world

knowing its business.

We could have been killed!

Cat.

I haven't got any more money.

I've nothing left, Dylan.

Got your toe. Got your toe!

- Can I...

- Hold him, then.

See?

You won't hurt him.

Thank you.

Shall we take him out?

Now.

You're an expert.

Eyelashes like feathers. Like yours.

Captain Killick, it's the police. Open up.

Oh, God.

- One way to get rid of me, eh?

- William.

I love you.

Come here.

Don't think I don't understand.

His kind of violence, I mean.

I do.

It's just I've never had a Sten gun handy.

Tea's got scum on it.

Does William think he's Dylan's?

- Is he Dylan's?

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