Heartless Page #2
Oi!
You must have said something.
There's no way she could've found out.
She will kill me.
I knew you couldn't your mouth shut!
- F***ing Jesus!
- Oi! Language! Remember where you are.
- Gran, I'm sorry.
- Oh, you going?
- I'll see you soon.
- Don't you dare!
No, you f***ing stay there!
Sorry, man.
Me. Friend.
You okay? Yeah?
You know, when I was in a gang...
I'm well out of all that stuff now,
you know, but when I was...
there used to be
dangerous areas...
and there used to be
safe areas, but now...
Now nowhere's safe.
Hey, why don't we turn that
frown of yours upside down, huh?
Why don't you come out with me
for a drink?
Come on, man, you'll be doing me a favour.
I'm an ugly bastard.
But if I'm with a hot piece
I mean, in a purely platonic way,
you know, then...
Huh? What do you say?
What do you think of my suit, man?
You like it?
- Yeah.
- Cost me a fortune.
So, if I don't get royally
f***ed tonight...
I'm getting a refund!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Was that a laugh?
You got a nice smile, man.
You should use it more often.
Come on, man.
You don't have to sit with these guys.
We'll have a nice little chat, get us
a couple of cocktails, I know a good one.
This one is called a red rondo alla Faust.
Okay.
That's hot!
It don't work
unless it burns, man!
So, go on, you were telling me
about your dad.
I was a star,
like he told me when I was born right,
that he kissed my face
with so much love in his heart...
That's what left the mark, you know?
That's why it's heart-shaped.
F*** me, it is shaped like a heart, man.
I love it!
You love it? You love it? But you wouldn't
want it though, would you?
- You know what Rilke used to say?
- No, who's that?
German poet. 1875 to 1926.
So, yes. I am educating myself, man.
Anyway, this dude Rilke...
- he says that beauty...
- Yeah?
is the beginning of terror.
No, it's not. No, it's f***ing not.
If beauty's the beginning
of terror,
then why are kids scared
to even look at me?
I can't stand all this "Beauty's
only skin deep" crap. Because it's not.
I can't imagine what it would be like
to meet someone I like...
and actually think that, like...
that they might be interested in me.
I'm never gonna feel like that.
I'll tell you what it feels like,
alright? It feels like...
I've got...
this parallel life...
I got this life that I'm living where
people look at me and call me names.
And then I got this other life,
where I'm just like you. I'm normal.
And in that life...
In that life I meet, like,
a beautiful girl and then...
And we do the lot, you know,
we get married, have a nice house.
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