No Light and No Land Anywhere Page #2

- Yeah, it's all right.

Yeah?

Is this what you had in mind?

Yeah, I guess.

[both chuckling]

- [breathes deeply]

- Is that what you had in mind?

Yeah. I was worried

when we knocked on the door.

- What about you?

- Yeah, I didn't think

she was gonna be here.

No, yeah, this is great.

- This is great.

- You got too many...

You got too much

clothes on, though.

I don't know why

you're wearing these.

- These are...

- What are those?

Are those uncomfortable?

- You want to take those off?

- No, love.

- No? They feel good?

- There all right.

- Yeah?

- They're all right.

- Ah, her accent.

- I know, right?

- Yeah.

- It's great.

[chuckles]

Right.

[chuckles]

[imitates British accent]

Hello.

[chuckles]

[imitates British accent]

Can I take this zipper down?

[bottle clangs on table]

[distant music playing]

Just slide that down.

I think... I think maybe

we do this, right?

Just take that off.

- [chuckles]

- Sit up.

- No.

- Take it off?

- What I'm interested in...

- Yeah?

- [whispering indistinctly]

- Yeah?

- [whispering indistinctly]

- Yeah?

- Do you want to see it?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Right.

- Go ahead.

- Okay. Right now?

Yeah, yeah, right now.

- Is that all right with you?

- Yeah, that's fine with me.

- You ready for this?

- I don't know.

- How can I possibly know that.

- All right, here we go.

[chuckles]

That's...

that's the equipment.

- Lie down.

- All right.

- Lie down.

- Okay.

[grunts]

You know what?

- I think I need a drink.

- Yeah.

We have plenty.

[breathing deeply]

- Open it.

- Yeah.

[light ambient music]

You look really fine.

[all laughing]

[laughing]

You have no idea what's coming.

- What...

- She can't hear us right now.

- The f*** is going on?

- I don't know.

Every time I touch her,

she pushes me away.

Now what?

- Now what?

- What do you want to do?

What do you think

I want to do?

[breathing deeply]

[grunts]

[panting]

[exhales deeply]

[ambient decrescendo]

[music stops]

[exhales deeply]

[somber tone]

David would pick the pub

and text me the address.

I loved the moment when

he saw me come in the door.

I wasn't me.

I was a prostitute.

And he was

some lonely drunk guy.

I'd had a few

shitty tricks that day

and was looking for someone

who wouldn't

just come on my face.

He'd seem nice, but also like

he could shove his fingers

up my ass

when he f***ed me,

maybe pull my hair

just a bit too hard.

I'd walk straight up

to him at the bar

and slide my leg over his

so my c*nt was pushing

into his thigh

and tell him if he made me come,

I wouldn't charge him.

That was

our favorite role-play...

100% success rate.

But I always thought...

What if I really did that?

Could I do that?

Would I still be me

if I did that?

But as it turns out,

the strangeness

is not what made it hot.

It was the familiarity.

I always learn

these lessons too late.

[birds chirping]

[dog barking in the distance]

[gate squeaking]

[birds chirping]

[car horn honking]

Hello?

Hey. Hi.

I'm sorry, I just wanted

to bring in these

for Tanya's mum, for Ethel.

I've just brought...

brought her some groceries.

Okay. Come on back.

Set them right here.

Sure.

Who are you?

I'm just a friend

of Tanya's.

Tanya ordered these from you?

Friend of Tanya's?

[scoffs]

I knew it.

You're f***ing Tanya.

You are. You're f***ing Tanya.

You're f***ing...

F***ing b*tch.

No.

- No.

- No?

No, you're not f***ing...

- you're not f***ing Tanya?

- No.

Don't f***ing lie to me.

What you want me to say?

I just want you

to say the truth.

I just want you to say the truth

in your little British accent.

I'm her sister.

F***.

[chuckles softly]

You want?

Thanks.

Can I see Ethel?

Yeah.

She's just, uh,

right through here.

Go on in.

[light rustling]

[exhaling sharply]

[distant motor rumbling]

[distant motor rumbling]

Close the curtains.

Yeah.

They closed?

Yeah, but

I-I couldn't find...

so...

You gonna sit down?

[groans]

Yeah.

Don't sit there.

Sit there.

Oh. Okay.

[chuckles awkwardly]

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's good.

You remember Danny?

We were, uh...

we're in the field today,

and...

[chuckles]

That son of a b*tch...

he gets out of the truck,

and comes over,

and he's, like, "Hey!"

I don't want

to hear about this.

- What's that?

- I'm not interested.

Yeah. Okay.

Take off your jacket.

[exhales deeply]

Thank you.

[chuckles]

[exhales deeply]

[key clatters]

So what are you doing here?

I, uh, just wanted

to see you again.

- Yeah? You like me?

- Yeah. Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

I had a good time.

Uh...

- Yeah, it was all right.

- Yeah, it was.

[exhales deeply]

[grunts]

[breathing sharply]

Just tell me what to do.

- Unbutton your fly.

- Yeah.

- Take off your shirt.

- Yeah.

[whispering] Are you gonna

do it and make a surprise?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

[dramatic music]

[breathing sharply]

[grunts]

Tell me what you like.

Is this what you like?

Yeah.

- That?

- Yeah.

Just like that?

Tell me something I don't know.

You have a wife?

Uh, no. I don't have one.

You got a girlfriend?

No.

No. Don't have one.

You don't really...

you can't have sex.

I f*** a lot.

I've got f***ed

by girls like you.

[laughs]

No, you don't.

- Yeah, I do.

- No, you really don't.

- I f*** girls just like you.

- Oh, just like me?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. And what...

what are they like?

They got cute hair

just like you.

They've got cute what?

Yeah, cute hair

just like you.

- Cute hair?

- Yeah.

- Just like me?

- Uh-huh.

You f*** girls

with hair like me?

- Yeah.

- That's what you like.

You know, I went to Cambridge.

Do you know that? Yeah?

No, I didn't

f***ing know that.

Well, I went to Cambridge,

and I read English literature,

and I f***ing don't go

all over the f***ing world,

and now I'm here...

with you.

Do you...

do you like me at all?

No.

Yeah, you do.

No, I don't.

Go away now.

What?

I want you to leave.

"Then after an interminable time

"as it seemed to us,

"crouching and appearing

through the hedge,

"came a sound like

the distant concussion of a gun.

"Concussion of a gun.

"Another nearer,

"and then another,

"and then the Martian beside us

raised his tube on high

"and discharged it gun-wise

with a heavy report

"that made the ground heave.

[footsteps approaching]

The one towards Dais..."

Tanya doesn't have

John's number,

but I know he worked

for this company a while back.

I don't know any more than that,

and just so you know,

I was not involved in this.

[transmission screeches]

I'm not really sure

where he is.

He changed

his phone number a lot.

[exhales deeply]

I'm not sure

if I can help you out at all.

You know what?

I did work with him

at these old people's house

a few weeks ago.

I think I have the address

if you want it.

You could ask them.

Yeah, I know he went back...

[continues indistinctly]

[somber music]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[doorbell rings]

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