Angel Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1982
- 92 min
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Hear what?
The sleepers.
You know him!
And you .. you know me now.
Maybe ..
Maybe he was in love.
Were you ever in love?
Yes.
Well maybe he was too.
I would hope he was, Danny.
Wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you?
I would.
What do you know, Danny?
Nothing.
And I know nothing too.
You've got to watch .. nothing.
It can take hold of you.
Be careful for those hands, Danny.
You need them, don't you.
I'm a musician.
If music be the food of love ..
How's it go?
Play on. Uhuh.
You know ..
You can go places Danny that I couldn't.
Do you understand?
I do.
It's a kind of ..
Poetic license.
She looked beautiful.
When she was like that.
This is a mental hospital.
I know .. but they run
a gig here for the locals.
There is tea down the
way if you want some.
I want to hear the sound.
What's wrong with you Danny?
Nothing.
"The saxophone .. the saxophone."
Danny .. Danny!
They want you.
Wait a while.
What's up with you Danny?
I want to look at you. That's all.
You're nuts.
I know.
Just like them.
"Saxophone . the saxophone."
I can't.
Why not?
Because you have to
tell me first .. what is it?
It's nothing.
You're lying.
It's like a nothing you can feel.
And it gets worse.
You say you love me.
Ever since I met you in that
room. With all those flowers.
I wish you didn't.
Come on .. finish it.
Are you listening? Finish it.
Let me finish this.
You're the sax-man, aren't you?
How do you know?
Don't you remember?
I was wearing white.
You were just married?
Aye, I was.
What do you mean "was"?
You know men.
Start out angels .. end up brutes.
It began that night.
What night?
The night I met you Dumbo.
My wedding night.
He vanished before the dance was over.
I didn't see him again
until five the next day.
It went from bad to worse.
I ended up with more
black-eyes than pimples.
So ..
How are you, sax-man?
Where are you playing?
In Six-Mile Bridge.
Will you come?
Are you asking?
I'll leave a pass for you at the door.
I might come.
Promise?
Why are you so eager?
I remember your eyes.
I though you weren't coming.
Where's your car?
God .. you're full of chat.
Too fast aren't you.
I knew you would be.
All you men in bands.
Yes sir?
Five pound's-worth please.
What age is he?
I forget.
You couldn't forget.
He'll be 33 next Wednesday.
Ten years and three months older
than me .. if you're interested.
Will you send him a card?
Maybe we can become pen-pals.
Nobody's touched me since.
You don't look at all like him.
Did he sleep on this side?
You sound as if you're jealous of him.
I am.
I want to know everything
he ever did with you.
Ask away.
When he came back to you
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