You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger Page #4

- Oh, yeah.

You know, we like to make a woman feel

appreciated and all the rest of it and...

You had a good time just now, didn't you,

when we were, you know, in bed?

- You heard me screaming.

- Yes.

Could I see you again, do you think,

charming Charmaine?

Yeah. I'll give you...

I'll give you a number.

You can get me directly.

- Okay.

- Oh, what is it?

So one tumble with this pro,

and the poor guy's in love.

He starts buying all her time.

And every time she screws him, he falls

deeper and deeper for the little mechanic.

Tell me, would you ever consider

letting me change your life?

What's wrong with my life?

Well, I'm talking about marriage.

I don't mean the sort of marriage you had...

Because at 16, what would you know

about love or living, or anything?

What do you think?

- Marriage?

- Yeah. Well, why not?

You know, you told me yourself,

every time you go out on a call

you're taking your life in your own hands,

and I'm gonna be around a long time.

You know, there's longevity in my genes.

Go on, hit me there. Go on.

That cheap tart

is what he left my mother for.

Actress, my foot.

The only acting she's ever done

is faking an orgasm.

Leave him alone.

You know, I never saw the guy so happy,

and who can blame him?

- She's a hot little number.

- Yeah.

I bet you'd like to make love to Chow Mein.

All I'm saying is live and let live.

He couldn't keep his hands off her.

I found that whole public display

completely disgusting.

- And did you see the ring he got her?

- Yeah.

I'm telling you,

she'll take him for everything he's worth,

and then leave him pouring his heart out

to some barman.

No, he's a big boy.

She'll put a charge in his battery.

Maybe she'll give him

that son he always wanted.

How infuriating will it be if he has

his second family before I have my first.

Okay, okay.

You know, you looked really pretty tonight?

Are those earrings new?

- These?

- Yeah.

I wear them every day.

They're just cheap junk.

You always know how to hit on me

when I'm upset, don't you?

I really don't want to keep doing this

if we have to use contraception.

To occupy her time and keep Helena active,

Alfie persuaded Peter and Enid Wicklow,

longtime friends of the family,

to hire her as a personal shopper

to supervise their wardrobe.

Enid.

I need your help.

I thought this for

when you go to your weekend house.

Yes. Enid, I need your input.

I admit, it's quite pretty, but... Bold.

The question is, do I have

the courage of your convictions?

- Enid, is this okay?

- Yes, I love it. It's great.

Helena, this is Peter's uncle, Jonathan.

- Hello, nice to meet you.

- Hello.

Peter, it looks really smart.

You should heed this woman.

She'll have you looking

like a country squire in no time.

My flair has always been fashion.

I had a promising career as

a costume designer in the theater.

But when I met my husband,

he didn't like me going away on tour

and leaving him alone.

I can understand feeling possessive

towards a loved one.

I never wanted Claire to work.

- Thank you for coming by, Jonathan.

- Oh, thank you for lunch.

I'm sorry I've got to go,

- but I'll see you on Sunday.

- Yes.

And you keep on after him.

He's looking more dapper

than I've seen him look in years.

You have a flair for the dramatic.

- Bye.

- Bye-bye.

- What a charming man.

- Yes.

Poor Jonathan, his wife died recently

and he's been trying so desperately

to contact her.

- Contact her?

- He owns an occult book shop.

He's very devout, in a New Age way.

Yes, this is Roy Channing.

I wanted to find out the status of the book

I left with Malcolm Dodds.

Really? How long?

When will he be back in the country?

If he calls in,

can you let him know I phoned?

I mean, not to push him, just to see?

All right.

Hello!

- Was I too loud again?

- No. You want to have lunch?

- Lunch?

- Yeah.

I don't know.

The weather's really bad, don't you think?

Look, I'm going downstairs for lunch.

I'll bring an umbrella.

I just have some more work.

I need half an hour more.

There's a great little place

right around the corner.

Okay. Hey, why not?

Can you give me half an hour, though?

I'll walk around the block and meet you

in front of your house at 12:30.

- All right?

- Perfect. See you then. Bye.

- I'm Roy Channing.

- Hi, I'm Dia.

- Dia?

- Dia.

How exotic. I got it, I got it.

- Sure?

- Yeah. I got it.

Come on, it's right around the corner.

- So you're a professional musician?

- Oh, no. No.

I'm just getting my PhD in musicology.

I play a few instruments, though.

Not too well.

Are you sure it doesn't bother you

when you're writing?

You know I write.

You know, I can see you, too.

No, you don't bother me. You inspire me.

Perfect. I've always wanted to be

someone's muse.

I'll dedicate my next book

to the woman who's always in red.

Thank you.

You know, my father's a writer.

He does a lot of translations.

Yeah, mostly Eastern European authors.

Wow.

Can I make a terrible confession,

even though I hardly know you?

Yeah, sure.

Before I heard you play the guitar,

I noticed you, one night,

just before I went to bed,

and you were slipping out of a red dress,

and I thought it was the most erotic

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

Okay, that's flattering, I guess.

A nice-looking man came in...

and he put his arms around you,

and he turned you to him, and he kissed you.

And with his free hand,

he snapped out the lights,

and I thought, whoever this guy is,

he's very, very lucky.

That's Alan, my fiance.

Thank you.

He doesn't seem to live there?

You've been watching me for a while,

haven't you?

Yeah, no, you're right, though.

He doesn't live there.

He works in Brussels,

for the Foreign Office,

so he's over only when he's in town.

- Bon appetit.

- Bon appetit to you, too. Thank you.

So I began the novel,

it took, like, two years.

Some days I love it,

and some days I just panic.

- You should show it to my father.

- Yeah?

You should, yeah.

Dad's really sensitive and insightful

when it comes to literature,

and you two would have

so much to talk about.

I'd love to.

Hey, promise me one thing, would you?

Two things, actually.

We can have lunch again,

and that you won't suddenly start

pulling your window shades down...

when you undress.

- You're very flirtatious, aren't you?

- Am I?

- Anyway, thanks for the lunch, Roy.

- Yeah.

And I'll tell you what.

Why don't you look out your window

around midnight?

And you stuck at it all these years.

I'm so impressed.

- Don't you just love them?

- I agree. You're right.

They're very interesting.

Congratulations, very good job.

Yeah? Well, thank you. Thanks.

I'm really excited if you like that.

That's great.

We went to school together,

and I always knew

she just showed so much promise.

And Sally was my very first supporter,

when no one else knew what I was on about,

with my big, red flowers.

She was the only one that got it.

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