Enduring Love Page #3

And I um... I don't know where you live

and I don't know what you want really

and, quite frankly, I don't care.

So could you please just leave me alone?

God! You say that and

then you make that face.

- What face?

- What is it you really want me to do?

- Nothing.

- You're not even trying to be convincing.

- It's obvious.

- This is just...

OK, OK.

Um... if there's something I've done

that's upset you

or I've said something that's given you,

given you an idea,

I don't know what it is,

I don't know what it is,

but whatever it is, I'm sorry.

I'm really truly sorry.

Now, I just don't know what you're on about.

I don't know what this is about.

Joe... Joey.

Joey.

Joseph.

Sorry.

- Don't do this. Please don't f***ing...

- Don't let me down, Joe.

Don't let me down

like you let down the other bloke.

- What?

- Be brave.

What do you mean be brave?

What do you mean?

Brave.

You know what I'm saying.

I didn't let him down.

What are you saying?

It was all of us.

Well, wasn't it?

I see my work as part of a tradition

that goes back to the great sculptors

of the Renaissance.

I didn't say that.

It says here.

Not like that, anyway.

I can't see you.

- Sorry.

- Thank you.

I love your voice.

Oh.

I wish I could... sculpt your voice.

Oh, dear. Is there anything I can do?

Er... no, because the more you talk,

the more frustrated I get.

- I won't say another word.

- Thank you.

I think I'm done for today.

Anybody home?

- Hi.

- Hiya.

- Posing again?

- Yeah.

- He's a grandfather.

- Oh, f***.

Yeah, ridiculous but true.

- It's the other lot, you know. Mary.

- He's a gene machine.

- Bye-bye.

- Thank you.

- Don't know how you do it.

- Easy, I'll teach you.

- You're going to get a reputation.

- At my age, I deserve a reputation.

- Congratulations, that's good news.

- Thanks.

Now f*** off, you're way too happy.

- Send love to Rachel, yeah?

- Yeah.

Bye.

- Bye.

So what do you think?

It's good.

- What's wrong with it?

- No, it's good. Very good.

What?

We...

We did talk about this, you know?

What?

Well...

Why can't you do that for me?

I cast your hands.

You cast every f***er's hands.

I mean, any idiot can get his hands done.

Well, hands aren't so personal.

- What's wrong with the rest of me?

- I'm only interested in your hands.

- Thanks a lot.

- I like your hands.

Anyway, they're nice and bony.

If it's bony you want,

you should do my feet.

- My feet are really bony.

- I don't do feet.

Anyway, it's not the same.

Why can't you do my face, hey? Why?

- I don't know, I can't explain.

- Well, try.

Um...

I don't know. Its just...

It's hard to articulate.

I'm just too close to you, I suppose.

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