The Private Lives of Pippa Lee Page #2

- Oh, thanks.

- Hey, Mom.

- Hi.

- I'm starving. Can I get lamb chops?

- Anything you want.

- Do you want a drink first?

- Yeah.

Oh, Ben says, er,

he can't make it until later,

- so we should just order without him.

- OK.

OK, these are just work prints, but...

- Oh, my God.

- You get the idea.

That's incredible. It's amazing, even.

Were you in a doorway? Where were you

when you took this?

Yeah, I just waited there.

I knew they were coming back.

(Herb) That's incredibly powerful.

Look at this.

Oh!

- These are so... powerful.

- These are wonderful.

Grace, this... Hmm.

- Were you alone when you took these?

- No, we had a guide.

You had a guide?

And I hitched a ride with,

erm, Giles Oppenheim.

- With Giles Oppenheim?

- Hm-hmm.

- (Herb) How did you manage that?

- (Grace) He kind of adopted me.

Did you hear about that photographer

that got shot in Baghdad last week?

(Grace) Uh-huh.

(exhales) You heard about the bomb?

- (Grace) Ben, shut up.

- What bomb?

- She was with Oppenheim.

- Ben!

And they heard the whistle. (whistles)

And he wanted to go left,

but she saw an alley towards the right,

and she pulled him towards it,

and that's when the bomb hit.

They turn around,

and if they'd gone left,

they would have been

smashed to smithereens.

- She thinks she's immortal now.

- That's a complete distortion.

- Why can't you ever not say something?

- (Ben) I do not know.

Sweetheart, everybody knows you're

a killer but you gotta be careful.

- You have to use your common sense.

- I do. Dad, look...

There's no way

that I'm not gonna go back.

If you had seen what I saw,

you would feel the same.

You would want to give these people

some dignity.

- (Herb) Just be careful.

- Anyway, I'm going to Baghdad Saturday.

- What's new with you?

- Oh, I found a book. A real cash cow.

(laughs)

Since when do you say "cash cow"?

I never said it

because I never found one before.

- What's it about?

- Oh, it's about war and romance,

- and, er, bad weather.

- Is it good?

A certain kind of good. Highbrow

for lowbrows or lowbrow for highbrows.

Summer reading for people

with multimillion-dollar beach homes.

- Used to be us.

- We still wouldn't have read this book.

(chuckles) So, how are you, Ben?

How is your paper coming?

- (Ben) Fine.

- (Grace) What's it about?

- (Ben) The right to die.

- (Grace) The right to die?

- (Ben) Or the right to kill.

- (voices fade)

("That's All I Want" by Bobby Day)

# A sweet little kiss with a wee embrace

A pretty little smile

(Pippa) Suky's energy was unflagging,

day and night.

In spite of

an apparently weak thyroid,

for which she took pills

at seven each morning,

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