Blow-Up Page #2

To Nepal.

Nepal is all antiques.

Is it?

Perhaps I better try Morocco.

-How much?

-What?

The propeller.

You can have it for...

-...8 pounds.

-Right. You're in business.

-Have you got a van?

-You can't take it now.

I must.

I must.

-I can't live without it.

-Hard luck.

That'll teach you to fall in love

with heavy things on Saturday mornings.

-Is that it?

-That's it.

You can't treat it like that.

It's not a delivery van.

-Who cares?

-Leave it to me.

Something will turn up.

Yes. All right, but it

better turn up today.

Blue 439. Blue 439. Over.

Hello, this is....

Get me Flaxton 2-249.

Mr. Walker. Mr. Peter Walker.

Tell him I saw the junk shop.

It's pricey, but the kid will come down.

Let him ring her right away, then...

...nobody else will get it.

Roger Wilco. Stand by.

Blue 439. Blue 439. Over.

Blue 439. Blue 439. Go ahead, echo.

Blue 439, message passed. The number

stored. Your caller doesn't like it.

Tell him to get stuffed.

What about all the buildings

going up around the place?

Already there are queers

and poodles in the area.

I saw some in the couple

of minutes I was there.

-It'll go like a bomb. Over.

-Blue 439. What is in the area? Over.

-Forget it. Over.

-Roger Wilco. Standing by.

You want to use the lot?

Don't you like them?

They' re great.

We'll use three or four.

Spread through the book?

No. All together.

Yeah.

-And a pint.

-Yes, sir.

Which one last?

None of this lot.

I've got something fab for the end.

In a park. I only took them this morning.

You'll get them later today.

It's very peaceful, very still.

And the rest of the book will be pretty

violent, so it's best to end it like that.

Yes.

That's best.

Rings truer.

I'm going off London this week.

Why?

It doesn't do anything for me.

Yeah.

-I've knocked up a few captions.

-Yeah?

I'm fed up with those bloody b*tches.

I wish I had tons of money.

Then I'd be free.

Free to do what?

Free like him?

Someone we know?

That'll be all right.

Hello. Could you get me

Frobershire 3-229, please?

I've only got a sixpence.

Park 1296.

Hello. It's me.

Weren't you supposed to be

going off to Hurley?

Listen, stay where you are.

Call me soon at home.

I've come....

I've come for the photographs.

How did you manage to find me?

Do you live here?

Drink?

What's so important

about my bloody pictures?

That's my business.

The light was very beautiful

in the park this morning.

Those shots should be very good.

Anyway, I need them.

My private life's already in a mess.

It would be a disaster if....

So what?

Nothing like a little disaster

for sorting things out.

Have you ever done any modeling?

Fashion stuff, I mean.

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