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hwpThe following is my explanation--
well, more of an account...
of what happened.
Id been on my own for a while...
and getting kind of lonely...
and bored.
Nothing, still, all day.
And thats when I started shadowing.
"Shadowing?"
Shadowing. Following. I started to follow people.
- Who? -Anyone at first.
I mean, that was the whole point--
somebody at random, somebody who didnt know who I was.
And then?
-And then nothing. - "Nothing?"
Nothing. Id just see where they went, what they did...
and go home afterwards.
Whyd you do it?
Um, to see where they went.
Anyone-- I mean--
How can I explain? You ever, um,
been to a football match just to let your eyes rise...
and go over-- drift across a crowd of people,
and then slowly start to fix on one person?
And all of a sudden that person isnt part of the crowd anymore.
- Theyve become an individual, just like that.
This became irresistible.
- So you followed women? - No, I didnt follow women.
It wasnt a sex thing. I followed anybody.
I just wanted to see where they went, what they did.
You were playing secret agent?
No, Im a writer. Well, I want to be a writer anyway.
I was, um, gathering material for my characters.
Well, to begin with.
After a while l, um, spotted the dangers. Id become hooked.
I had to start making up rules to, um, just try and keep it under control.
Um, never follow people for too long.
Dont follow women down dark alleys after dark.
You know, stuff like that.
It was supposed to just be completely random.
And when it stopped being random,
thats when it started to go wrong.
When I started... to follow people-- specific people,
when I selected a person to follow,
thats when the trouble started.
Other people are interesting to me. Have you never...
listened to other peoples conversations on the bus or on the tube?
Seen somebody on the street that looks interesting or is behaving...
slightly-- oddly or something like that?
Wondered what their lives involved, what they do,
where they come from, where they go to?
You watch somebodys behavior, and it raises a hundred thousand questions,
and... I wanted to ask those questions,
and I wanted to know what the answers were,
and so Id follow people to try and find out.
Most important rule was...
that even if I found out where somebody worked or where they lived,
then youd never follow the same person twice.
That was the most important rule.
That was the one that I broke first.
- Yes? - Uh, coffee, please.
- Come on. Its lunch. - Toasted cheese sandwich is fine.
Mind if I join you?
No.
Who am I?
- Uh, yeah, Ill have a black coffee, please, and... - Nothing.
another coffee, black.
Youre obviously not a policeman, so who are you, and why are you following me?
Im sorry. I dont know what youre talking about.
Dont piss me about. Who the fuck are you?
Thank you very much.
Sugar?
No, I wasnt-- I wasnt following you. l-- l--
I saw you with your bag. I just thought you looked interesting.
- What are you, a faggot? - No, no.
No, l-- To tell you the truth, I thought you were this guy that I was at school with.
I saw you walk in here, so I followed you in just to see if it was him.
-But it wasnt. -Why didnt you ask me when you saw me?
Cause Id have been embarrassed if it wasnt the person.
- Not as embarrassed as you are now. - No, I suppose not.
- Whats your name? - Bill.
Well, Bill, what do you do?
- Actually, Im kind of-- - Between jobs right now,yeah.
- Yeah, thats right. - What would you do?
- Dont know. - Oh, come on, Bill, dont be coy.
Theres some burning ambition inside you, isnt there?
- Something of a starving artist in you, no? No? - No.
- No. No. - Youre a painter.
- Photos? Writer? - No. No.
- Writer, eh? - No.
- But you write? - Not much.
- But sometimes? - Sometimes. Who doesnt?
Me.
So youre a writer.
I didnt say that.
What makes you think Im a writer anyway?
An unemployed twenty-something fancies himself a writer.
- A real leap into the unknown. - Well, Im not a writer.
- But youre interested in people. - Yeah.
- This person? - Perhaps.
You havent even asked me my name yet.
- Whats your name? - Or whats in my bag.
- What bag? - My bag.
The one youve been looking at all morning.
Whats your name, and whats in your bag?
My names Cobb.
Take a look for yourself.
What were you expecting, drugs?
Whyd you nick their old CDs?
Easy to grab a load, easy to sell, totally untraceable.
The other stuffs a bit more tricky.
You dont look like a burglar.
Sounds like a compliment.
Are you interested now?
Gloves?
People dont really do that, do they?
Youd be surprised.
Does that really work?
Wait and see.
Beginners luck.
See, nobody home.
Okay, first things first.
- We need a bag. - "A bag?"
To carry the stuff in. Why are you whispering?
- Do you have one of your own? - Yeah.
Its a big bag with "swag" written right across it.
Ah. Bingo!
Okay. What do you fancy?
Nothing here of any value.
- You dont seem that concerned. Why do you do it? - I dont do it for the money.
For the adrenalin, and because, like you, Im inter
