Me Without You Page #2

You know, you really shouldn't bother.

He's totally obsessed with Carolyn.

Didn't you see his face when she left?

He probably thought that you were her.

You know what it's like when

you're stoned. You want to have sex.

It doesn't matter who it's with.

Well, at least I tried heroin.

I can't describe it. It was great.

Well, don't f***ing bother then.

-You really should have tried it.

-I didn't.

-Just stop going on about it.

-Fine.

Did you have a nice time at Marina's?

What did you do?

Nothing much,

just hard drugs and casual sex.

Yes, of course.

Well, lunch won't be very long.

-Don't bother to knock.

-Don't bother to stop crashing parties.

-Where are you going?

-Greece with Carol.

All right. Bye then.

Could you give this to Holly?

-What is it?

-Nothing.

Christmas card.

I said, bye then.

Take care of yourself, okay?

Dear Holly:

I wanted to say that what happened

last night was beautiful...

...though, a case of bad timing.

And who knows what might happen

in the future.

Love from your confused

and wretched friend, Nat.

If God had meant us to do gardening,

why would he have invented gentiles?

-Hello, Mr. Rossman.

-Here's one.

Like to do some weeding?

Aqua Marina

The joy of Cortina

God, I love your dad.

He's the only nice man I know.

Nat's gone to Greece with Carolyn.

-Did he say anything?

-About what?

They're all pigs, Holly.

You've got me. You'll always have me.

-Look, I'm sorry. Okay?

-For what?

I don't know.

Are we still Harina?

I'm pathetic.

Things will get better. Won't they?

Smile.

Hang on.

Holly.

-You look cross.

-We've run out of milk.

And? Shall I run out

to the shops for you?

Marina?

Good morning.

-What time is it?

-Nine. Are you coming or not?

Oh, give.

-lt was such a great night last night.

-Yeah, I know. Thank you.

Come on.

I had a picket line to stand on

and a nutter boyfriend to avoid.

-I'm going.

-Are you still seeing him?

-He's such a wanker.

-Come on. You don't even know him.

At least Stuart believes in something.

At least he's...

...I don't know,

intense and passionate.

He's so un-intense,

he can hardly stand up.

Ben is nice.

You don't appreciate him.

I want a nice one.

-You got a letter.

-Oh, did l?

Oh, it's Nat.

-Hair.

-Sorry. Sorry.

You always do that.

"Darling M, guess what.

Big brother is in love."

She's called lsabel. She's French.

She's an actress.

We got nettle rash together.

She's incredible.

She wears capri pants

and recites Racine in bed.

-What's that?

-Racine.

"Racine in bed."

She heals my wounds.

But she's gone back

to Paris for an audition.

I know you'll love her.

She's madder than you.

Anyway, I'll send you a postcard

of the Eiffel Tower.

"Love, Nat. P.S.--"

Hello.

Oh, hi.

P.S...

...send Holly my love.

All right then. Yeah. See you later.

-Who?

-Rob. He works at the Union Bar.

-He's chubby, but he's quite street.

-All right. Come on. Let's go.

-Nat sounds happy, doesn't he?

-Good.

I wish something exciting

would happen.

Are my eyelashes still on?

Rimbaud, Baudelaire, Verlaine...

...nothing that a good course

of antidepressants couldn't cure...

...or maybe 25 years in psychoanalysis.

"Why should we be subjected...

...to their mother-fixated

outpourings?" you ask.

"We get enough of that

from our boyfriends." Right?

Remember now, it's just as relevant...

...to talk about Lou Reed

or Adam Ant in your essay.

Precisely what Barthes said in the '50s

and what Baudrillard is saying now.

So questions?

Yes. The young lady

in the green sweater.

Yes.

Do you think that a deconstructive

approach to literary criticism...

...that it leads to a cooler,

less emotional response in the reader?

Good. That's an interesting one, isn't it?

That is the question.

What's your name?

-Holly Rossman.

-Holly. Holly, very good.

The thing about critical theory

that is important to remember...

-Holly. Holly Rossman.

-...the role the unconscious plays in it.

Socialist Worker.

-Holly.

-Stuart, not now.

We've got to go do

some work with our tutor.

Holly, come on.

Socialist Worker.

You know I was kidding about

Adam Ant, right? Don't do that to me.

Right, but it is so important

to have a visceral reaction to the text.

-But that's so reductive.

-Oh, absolutely.

No, it's not. It's the emotion

expressed that really matters.

Do you know Tarkovsky?

It's like Tarkovsky.

I love Tarkovsky.

Do you?

Oh, he's my favorite director.

Tarkovsky and Bergman.

I'm reading Bergman's

autobiography now.

Really? Oh, my God, so am l.

Great song.

You know, I've gotta figure out

where to get my drugs from over here.

I can get you some coke,

if you like. No probs.

Do you know Nostalgia?

-That's my favorite Tarkovsky.

-Yes, it would be. She likes brooding.

It's on her CV.

Hobbies:
suffering and brooding.

-lsn't it, Holl?

-I love brooding.

-You must be Jewish.

-Why?

We had better go to semiotics.

Holly, are you coming?

-You guys gotta get to class?

-No.

-Another drink?

-Okay.

-God, what a wanker.

-I know.

-He fancies himself so much.

-Oh, poser.

Oh, look,

that's your Rob behind the bar.

Where?

Oh, it's over.

Is it?

Yeah.

That is an interesting one, isn't it?

Yes, that is the question.

The question to ask.

Holly Rossman.

-Special delivery.

-Oh, great.

Perfect. Thanks.

Look, a few of us

are going to a club on Saturday.

Do you want to come?

-Sure.

-Yeah?

We could try some of this, right?

All right. Saturday, then.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Holly, this is much better

than most undergraduate work.

No, I don't think

that I articulated it very well.

The bit about desire and metaphor

with the integration of--

Do you want to get a cup of coffee?

-Oh, okay.

-Great.

-You got that?

-Yeah.

Do you think that being Jewish

makes you more neurotic?

Not at all.

I was never interested in Jewish girls

when I was in school.

I would go crazy for these

rejecting Brunhilde types.

I still do in fact.

Now would you say that was neurotic?

-Yes.

-Yes.

You know, it would be

really helpful if I could...

...just meet once more to show you

a rough draft, before l--

Okay.

You wanna come by for tea on Sunday?

Okay.

Great. Thanks.

My bag.

-All right.

-See you later.

Can you imagine how some people

sleep with tutors?

-I mean, how desperate can you get?

-Someone like you would do that.

And yet the thing about blokes is,

just don't ever be yourself.

You've always got to have

a gimmick, like...

...intense and difficult.

You could do that easily.

Oh, thanks.

Shall I come out with you and Ben?

-You know, you look a bit peaky actually.

-Do l?

Why don't you stay in bed?

Tuck up with a book.

-I'll see you later.

-All right.

Oh, Paul.

-This is my flat mate, Paul.

-This is Daniel, my--

Tourist.

Later.

It's the connection of desire to reality

that possesses revolutionary force.

Don't you think so, Daniel?

Jesus.

I'm wrecked.

When I was a child, I used to go in

and watch my parents sleeping...

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