분야
hwp [Phone Ringing]
[Ringing]
[ Man Sighing ]
[ Man ]
The phones ringing.
[ Woman ]
What time is it?
[Ringing]
: .
Its a wrong number.
Might be something important.
[ Child Crying]
Oh, its woken Amy.
Oh, Ill get up.
[ Crying]
[ Crying Continues]
[Ringing]
[ Crying ]
There, there, there.
[ Screaming ]
[Ringing Continues ]
Hello.
[ Man ]
Its about bloody time.
Who is this?
Who do you
think it is?
Toni?
How are you,
you old bastard?
Bloody hell!
Do you know
what bloody time it is?
What? Shit, no.
No, I dont, mate. No. Sorry.
Its not even : .
Shit, I should be in bed.
I was.
Where are you?
Buggered if I know, mate.
Are... Are you in England?
Yeah, its definitely England.
Yeah, yeah.
Without a doubt. Yeah.
This is a surprise.
Whats it been...
Iike five years?
Yeah, yeah. Something like that.
Listen, listen.
So, what, what?
We going to meet?
Yeah.
Yeah? What, tomorrow? Lunch?
Lunch. Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Right, right. Well,
Ill come over at : .
Okay.
Yeah? All right.
Ciao fornow.
Can only be bad news
at this time of the morning.
That was Toni.
Hes not gone
vegetarian, has he?
No. Well, he didnt say.
I doubt it.
Knowing Toni,
he could have aligned himself
with some vegan
terrorist faction--
The Popular Front
for the Liberation
of the Frozen Pea.
Look, Im sorry.
I should have asked you first.
For Gods sakes,
stop apologizing.
Its only
Sunday lunch.
Hes not
moving in... is he?
He really likes you,
you know.
Oh, gosh.
I feel somehow validated.
Its just...
What?
I never understood
why he had to be so angry
all the time.
He was always angry.
We both were.
We were part
of the Anger Generation.
You angry? Come on.
Petulant, perhaps.
Anyway, hes a writer.
He believes
in telling the truth.
Hes not a very good writer.
Hes not successful.
That doesnt mean hes not good.
Doesnt make him
Proust, either.
You always defend him.
Of course I do.
Hes my best friend.
Stop now.
Ne bouge pas.
Comme .
Dont look at me like that.
[ Woman Screaming Rapturously]
Oh... Ohh! Oh, Chris!
Chris?
Oh, Chris! Ohh!
[ T apping ]
I knowyou want
to sleep with other women,
Chris, and I understand.
Theres nothing
to feel guilty about.
In fact,
I want you to have affairs.
Itll be good for our marriage.
And, of course,
Ill still cookyour dinner
and do your washing
and ironing.
Mmm.
Im quite tired, Chris.
Its the weekend, love.
Sunday tomorrow.
Im not really in the mood.
We never make love anymore.
We make love constantly.
I cant even remember
the last time.
Yesterday morning.
Yeah? We used to do it
three times a day.
Well, that was when we
were new to each other.
Anyway, it only happened once
and you complained
about being sore
for a week afterwards.
Sore, but very smug.
[Amy Crying]
Lloydy!
Come here!
[ Toni ]
Youre ruined!
Youre ruined!
Now, Africa, Chris.
You must get yourself
to Africa.
Black women... Ah!
I was in Italy.
I went to Spain.
Spun me around, really.
Ended up in New York.
I kept meaning
to send a postcard.
You know how it is.
Why did you come back?
Oh, its difficult
to talk about.
Not bad news, I hope.
No, its okay. Its...
Whats up, mate?
This is really hard.
Do you want me to leave you two
alone for a minute?
No.
No, you stay.
It concerns both ofyou.
You can hide from the truth
for only so long
before it all gets too much.
Time I faced up
to the way things really are.
You see, Chris...
I had to come back because...
I love you.
I always have.
Youre the only person
in the world for me.
Im sorry, Marion.
I know this must come
as a bit of a blow
but Chris and I were meant
to be together.
Very funny.
[ All Laughing ]
Your faces!
Whats her name?
Her names Kally,
as in "California."
Its where her folks were born,
only shes spelt with a "K."
Oh, you should
have brought her along.
Naw. We believe
in having separate friends.
I met her in a creative
writing course in Pasadena.
Yeah? What the hell
were you doing there?
I was teaching it.
I didnt know you went in
for that
sort of thing.
Which?
Teaching or seducing students?
Huh? No. No, I dont
if I can avoid it, you know
but you got to subsidize
the old poetry somehow.
I mean, come on.
If poetrys going
to mean anything
you got to take it
directly to the people.
[ Chris ]
That is pure paranoia.
[ Chris ]
That is pure paranoia.
Anybody who wants to
can read poetry.
Yeah, but they dont
want to, do they?
Cause theyre told what?
Its... Its
a minority taste.
Late night slot.
You know,
pigeon fancying...
goat fucking...
whatever it is
they fucking get up to.
I see... I see loads
of poetry in the shops.
But you dont see poetry
in the shops, Marion.
You see
golfing limericks
and jolly
historical ballads.
Dead, unthreatening stuff.
Theres nothing vital!
Theres nothing...
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Nothing about
whats happening now.
Sorry, baby.
What you actually mean is
nobody stocks your books.
Exactly.
Bastards.
