The Face of an Angel Page #8

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- It's a present.

- No way.

Why? Come on. Are you scared?

Come on.

- Are you sure?

- What do you mean, am I sure?

Don't be scared. It's so warm.

- Is it?

- It's like, oh, my God.

- Come on!

- Swim!

Swim like a dolphin!

F*** you!

You swim, you prick.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Where do you live?

Does your dad work here?

Yes, he is working on the beach.

Hi, Steve.

Where the hell are you?

I've been calling you for days.

- I'm in Italy.

- Still?

Yeah. Flying home tomorrow.

Well, that's good,

'cause... we need to meet.

Not London. LA.

Okay... listen, mate,

we've... we've moved on.

Caroline insisted. They want to make

the film before it's too late

and the heat's gone

out of the story, I'm sorry.

But listen, when you get back to London,

let's talk about this face to face.

I won't be back for a while.

But look, I am really sorry.

Don't need to be sorry.

Good luck with it.

Thanks, mate.

- Bye.

- Cheers, we'll speak soon.

Hi.

- How much is a single room?

- 150 euros.

- And how much for a double?

- The same. You pay for the room.

It's fine. We'll just get one room.

It's all right, I trust you.

Can I take your credit card, please?

Okay, check how many cards you've got.

That's fine.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

Wait a sec.

On there. On there. On there.

Oh, my God. Hold on.

- No!

- Yes!

Spit!

- What the f***?

- I mean, it was...

- Stop it.

- Spit!

One, two, three.

- Spit.

- Spit.

Yeah, but I did this one, it's mine.

- No?

- Why did I choose this one?

They're basically equal then.

"Beatrice looked at me

and her eyes were full...

"of sparks, of love, of such divinity...

"that, vanquished, my virtue

ran away and I was as if lost.

"My eyes lowered."

What do you miss about home?

I miss my family, a lot.

But, apart from that...

bad weather, and fish and chips,

and pie and mash, and the tube,

and... I don't know what else.

Yeah, it's beautiful.

The power of my sighs

fills me with anguish.

And weeping, I call out to Elizabeth,

"Can you really be dead?"

And just calling to her

restores my soul.

If anyone heard me,

they, too, would grieve.

And what my life has been like

since she left this earth,

there is no one that can tell.

Elizabeth has ascended into high heaven.

Into a place

where angels live in peace.

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