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Hey. I thought you'd be sleeping.

What happened to your head?

I banged into something.

What is this?

How was Oxford?

Oh, you know, pretty touristy.

But you went?

Sure I did.

I even took stupid pictures.

You want to see?

Look.

This is me on the quadrangle.

Uh, this is me at Christchurch Cathedral.

Me at Blackwell's bookshop.

And, voil, me again

at the Headington Shark.

- Who took the pictures?

- Oh, just someone I know.

Was it Greg?

No. No, just someone from the conference.

Look, there he is.

He's just an old friend.

Not really my type, you know.

University guy. A bit too predictable.

He asked you to marry him.

Yes!

How did you know? God, can you imagine?

We'd live in some country cottage

and eat shepherd's pie every Sunday.

I'd paint landscapes

and develop a drinking habit

and act all American and gauche

in front of his friends.

You know?

Stuck together, but barely communicating,

like characters in a...

- Uh...

- A Harold Pinter play.

Yes! Oh, sh*t! Let me clean that up.

We've had this conversation before.

Do you remember?

No, I don't.

Please, you're hurting me.

Come on. Do you remember?

No... I don't.

Don't stop.

Wait. I know who's calling.

We've been through this already.

Uh, no, it's not what you...

Give...

Get the f*** out of here.

Yes, I-I-I'm looking to buy a property.

No, t-t-the borough's not important,

but the building is very particular.

Old on the outside,

but 1980s on the inside,

and there's a sculpture of a woman...

Sorry? No.

It's not historical features I'm after,

it's very particular ones.

A red-brick facade. Cats on the roof

of the neighbouring building.

Of course you're not a pet shop,

but I-I-I'm just...

I'm trying to explain what I've seen.

Hello?

'I don't remember.'

Look, what's important is that

I can describe it and I have to find it.

Find it or make it.

Well, if, if you can't help me,

then who can?

Nazrul what?

Can you spell that?

Tell me, what sort of building

did you have in mind?

It's old.

It's a five-storey tenement house.

Red brick and white windows.

The tops of the windows have curves.

Inside it's like it's stuck in the '80s.

There's a bust...

hanging over the entrance,

and underneath there's a carving

that says, it says something like,

"Madison Gardens" or "Marilyn Mansion".

I have drawings at home, but... most

of the details haven't come to me yet.

Good. But tell me about the people

you're proposing to fill the building with.

Well, there's an old lady.

And she wears a head wrap.

- What, like a hijab?

- No, like a handkerchief.

Wisps of white hair, socks, slippers,

but she cooks liver constantly.

So, the smell of fried liver has to...

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