Scenes Of A Sexual Nature Page #2

No.

Is there something wrong?

We should leave now.

Actually, no, no, no. Come here.

Erm, I'd actually like to apologise

on behalf of my husband.

Apologise?

Yeah.

I'm afraid he's been

staring at your pants.

Oh, for God's sake, Molly.

I'm sorry about my wife.

She's had too much sun.

No, on the contrary, it's my husband

who's been affected by the heat.

But a little bit of advice for you.

Next time

you're sunbathing on the Heath,

you might want to be more careful.

It's full...

of perverts.

Pack up the things. We're going now.

I'm really very sorry.

Erm...

[GIGGLES]

I should...

Were you really looking at me?

Yes.

Yes, yes, I was.

Well...

That is quite frightening.

Oh, God. This is...

Look, I'm gonna...

I really am very sorry.

She gets very jealous.

When you stare

at other girls' underwear?

Well, I don't very often stare,

but yeah.

I suppose in such a circumstance

she would manifest jealousy.

And what about you?

Me?

You. Are you the jealous type?

Oh, God, no.

Molly can stare at who she likes.

It's fine.

Really?

Well, apart from Jude Law,

but that's more of a...

talent issue.

Look, I'm gonna...

I really am very, very sorry.

Would you...

Would you like to look again?

Sorry?

Would you like to have another look?

Sorry, another look at...

Yes.

Erm...

We all need a look now and again.

Like Meursault in the heat.

Yes, like Meurs...

[WHISPERS]

Thank you.

Is that the right thing to?

Why not?

You're welcome.

J AMIE:

Molly!

So, tell me.

Why did you break the habit?

Break it?

Yes, it's Thursday.

Thursday?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes, of course.

No, no. It's definitely Wednesday.

Oh, no, no.

No, no, it can't be.

Oh?

Because I always

come here on Thursdays.

Are you being...

a wag?

No, no. I come to this bench

to look at that view on Thursdays.

So, er, it must be Thursday.

Or one of us has got it wrong.

[LAUGHS]

What are you gonna do?

You want me to go?

I want you to make a decision.

Okay.

Okay, fine, I will.

If I go, then...

You bore me, Ludo, you bore me.

I bore you?

Yeah, you bore me to death.

I'm so bored. I'm bored right now.

You're unbelievable.

You're unbelievable!

Yes, you said that.

It's not interesting.

Now make a f***ing decision!

And make sure it's not a dull one.

You're making me do this.

Take responsibility for yourself.

You all right?

You all right, love?

It's just I was walking by.

I couldn't help but notice you,

staring out into the middle distance

a bit like a nutter.

I mean, look, if you

are a nutter, enough said.

But you don't strike me

as your bona fide mental.

I haven't actually met

any real-deal headcases

but they don't generally look like you,

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