Children Of Men Page #3

and you come asking me for transit papers?

-Can you do it?

-I don't see how.

You could ask your cousin.

The government finances his

Ark of the Arts. He has access to papers.

-Yeah, but he'd never do it.

-He would if you asked him.

I can't. It's too dangerous.

I can get you 5,000.

I know you need the money.

(MAN WHISTLING)

What are you talking about?

-I don't f***ing need your money.

-Right. Sorry.

My mistake.

You know that ringing in your ears? That...

(IMITATING RINGING)

That's the sound of the ear cells dying.

Like their swan song.

Once it's gone,

you'll never hear that frequency again.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

This never f***ing happened,

so don't go telling tales,

'cause we'll be watching you.

At work, when you sleep,

when you have a piss, we'll be watching.

All the f***ing time.

Jeez, your breath stinks.

-No, it doesn't.

-Yes, it does.

It was Julian's idea bringing you here.

She put herself at great risk.

Now you know about the five grand

we can offer you.

So if you change your mind,

pin this to the notice board at Camden tube.

We'll do the rest.

Here you are. Bus fare.

MAN ON LOUDSPEAKER:

Earthquakes! Pollution!

Disease and famine!

Our sins have encouraged God's wrath!

And in his anger he has taken away

his most precious gift to us!

Mr Faron, the minister is expecting you.

This way, sir.

I'm afraid this is a non-smoking facility.

You got something in your teeth.

If you'll excuse me.

Couldn't save La Piet.

Smashed up before we got there.

Pretty rummy, huh?

My mom had a plastic one in the bathroom.

It was a lamp.

Good to see you, Theo.

NIGEL:
We got to keep Las Meninas

and a few other Velsquezes,

but we only got a hold of two Goyas.

That thing in Madrid was a real blow to art.

THEO:
Not to mention people.

How's Martha?

She's doing her animal charity thing.

Sends her love.

-Give her my best.

-Yes.

Why did you come, Theo?

Well, the thing is,

I met this girl.

Cute?

Beautiful.

Is it serious?

Very.

She's got this brother in Brighton and

she hasn't seen him for about five years,

and he's not doing too good.

I mean, pretty sick.

-I don't think he's gonna make it.

-Sorry.

I've got money.

I was just hoping that you might...

I was hoping you could get us

the transit papers to get to the coast.

-Transit papers? That's quite a favour.

-I know.

Highly controlled.

Alex, take your pills.

Alex.

Alex?

Alex!

(SIGHING)

Come with me.

I'm really sorry, Nigel.

I just don't know who else to ask.

I'll see what I can do.

What?

You kill me.

A hundred years from now,

there won't be one sad f***

to look at any of this.

What keeps you going?

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