High-Rise Page #2
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- 2015
- 119 min
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There will be five towers
in all, encircling the lake.
Something like an open hand.
The lake is the palm and we
stand on the distal phalanx
of the index finger.
There.
I've put all my energies
into this tower.
I'm its midwife, so to speak.
Laing:
Mm.It looks like
the unconscious diagram
of some kind of psychic event.
That's good. Can I use that?
By all means.
Of course, I'm a modernist
by trade but you, a doctor,
will understand
one prescribes as required.
That folly out there
is for my wife.
Royal:
Her chief distractionis the careful cultivation
of an intense sort of nostalgia.
For what?
Why delve?
Royal:
My car was crushedLaing:
I'm afraid I'm nota physiotherapist.
Royal:
I know what you are,Doctor Laing.
Constant exercise
is the only thing
that keeps the pain at bay.
So you could say not only
am I the building's first
road casualty, but I am the
architect of my own accident.
What do you think of that?
- Is that a horse?
- Probably.
My wife rides.
On the 40th floor?
Royal:
This is Simmons,one of my go-betweens.
Laing:
Yes,...we met.
Royal:
Squash.Friday, six a.m. Hmm?
- Laing:
Why not.- Royal:
Hmm. Good.Royal:
Oh, Laing?My wife's giving a "thing"
the day after tomorrow.
Full of the sort of people
you should know
if you're to get the measure
of the place.
Laing:
Thank you.Ann:
Why is there never a damnswitch for what I need?
I hope you're here to fix this.
I'm sorry?
I, um...
I thought this was in a museum.
Well, you were wrong,
weren't you?
F***ing hell.
Here, let me try.
Sorry about that.
It's inoperable, I'm afraid.
Simmons:
Doctor, this way.
Excuse me.
It's unusual.
Do you know, he hasn't left his
penthouse since the accident.
Laing:
You seem to know everyone.
Charlotte:
But everyone thinksthey know me.
That's the trick.
There's a rigid
social hierarchy here,
whether Royal likes it or not.
Can you write me a script
for sleeping pills?
No.
Then tell me how
your sister died.
How do you know that?
Walls have ears.
I suppose I look like her.
You don't have to
tell me anything.
I only really want
to talk about myself.
There's a brothel
somewhere in the building.
I can find out for you
if you'd like.
- Toby:
Charlotte?- Darling?
Charlotte?
Charlotte:
Hi.This is Toby, my son.
- Hi.
- Where's Laura?
Laura:
Sorry.Just warming the milk.
- Doesn't matter, I'm going out.
- I don't need a babysitter.
What you need is to go to sleep
or you'll be tired for school
in the morning.
I don't want to go to school.
Of course you don't
want to go to school,
but we all have to do things
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