Blow-Up Page #2

And the rest of the book will be pretty

violent, so it's best to end it like that.

Yes.

That's best.

Rings truer.

I'm going off London this week.

Why?

It doesn't do anything for me.

Yeah.

-I've knocked up a few captions.

-Yeah?

I'm fed up with those bloody b*tches.

I wish I had tons of money.

Then I'd be free.

Free to do what?

Free like him?

Someone we know?

That'll be all right.

Hello. Could you get me

Frobershire 3-229, please?

I've only got a sixpence.

Park 1296.

Hello. It's me.

Weren't you supposed to be

going off to Hurley?

Listen, stay where you are.

Call me soon at home.

I've come....

I've come for the photographs.

How did you manage to find me?

Do you live here?

Drink?

What's so important

about my bloody pictures?

That's my business.

The light was very beautiful

in the park this morning.

Those shots should be very good.

Anyway, I need them.

My private life's already in a mess.

It would be a disaster if....

So what?

Nothing like a little disaster

for sorting things out.

Have you ever done any modeling?

Fashion stuff, I mean.

You've got it.

Hold that.

Not many girls can stand

as well as that.

No, thanks. I'm in a hurry.

You'll get your pictures.

I promise.

I always keep my word.

Come here.

Show me how you sit.

Who is it?

Oh, yes. That's right. Hold on a second.

Is it for me?

It's my wife.

Why should I speak to her?

Sorry, love.

The bird I'm with won't talk to you.

She isn't my wife, really.

We just have some kids.

No.

No kids. Not even kids.

Sometimes, though,

it feels as if we had kids.

She isn't beautiful. She's...

...easy to live with.

No, she isn't.

That's why I don't live with her.

But even with beautiful girls...

...you look at them, and that's that.

That's why they always end up by....

And I'm stuck with them all day long.

It would be the same with men.

Have a listen to this.

No. Keep still. Keep still.

Listen and keep still.

You can smoke if you like.

Slowly. Slowly.

Against the beat.

That's it.

I can't stand it.

I'm nervous enough as it is.

Can I have some water?

And I'm not a fool, love.

Can I have the photographs?

Of course.

Later.

Your boyfriend's a bit past it.

Why didn't you say what you want?

Get dressed.

I'll cut out the negatives you want.

They'll go.

They're not going.

Don't go.

-Have you bought a propeller?

-What?

You bought a propeller

this morning, right?

Oh, yes.

You'll have to give us a hand with it.

-All right?

-Fine. Yeah.

What's it for?

Nothing. It's beautiful.

If I had a big room like this, I'd hang it

from the ceiling like a fan.

-Do you live on your own?

-No.

Perhaps I'll put it there

like a piece of sculpture.

It'll look good there.

It'll break up the straight lines.

-Are you going?

-It's late.

Do I see you again?

Well, at least tell me your name

or your telephone number.

Thank you.

Hello?

Knightsbridge 1-239.

What?

No, I'm sorry.

Ron?

Something fantastic's happened.

Those photographs

in the park, fantastic!

Somebody was trying to kill

somebody else.

I saved his life.

Listen, Ron, there was a girl.

Ron, will you listen?

What makes it so fantastic--

Look, hang on, will you, Ron?

There's somebody at the door.

You weren't expecting us, were you?

No.

Can you manage to make

a cup of coffee?

I can make an Irish coffee, if you'd like.

Right, come on.

-She always like that?

-Like what?

Doesn't speak.

What's your name?

Forget it.

What's the use of her name?

What do they call you in bed?

I only go to bed to sleep.

Hello?

Hello?

Look at all these clothes.

No.

-Hey, how about this one?

-Put it on.

What about you?

Help yourself.

The coffee!

What's happening?

-What's the matter?

-She's got a better figure than me!

Go on, whack her.

Go on, give her the left hook.

We'll put you in the ring together.

Oh, no!

Hold her legs!

No! No!

-Hold her legs!

-No!

No! No! No!

Let go of me.

Right, let's move.

Out.

-But you haven't taken any photos.

-No, I'm too whacked.

It's your own faults.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow!

Were you looking

for something just now?

No.

Do you ever think of leaving him?

No, I don't think so.

I saw a man killed this morning.

Where?

Shot.

In some sort of park.

Are you sure?

He's still there.

Who was he?

Someone.

How did it happen?

I don't know, I didn't see.

You didn't see.

No.

Shouldn't you call the police?

That's the body.

Looks like one of Bill's paintings.

Yes.

Will you help me?

I don't know what to do.

What is it?

I wonder why they shot him.

I didn't ask.

Hello, Ron?

Oh, hello, love. Is Ron there?

No, I just wanted to take

him somewhere. Where is he?

Okay, I'll fetch him there.

Bye-bye, love.

Give them the song again.

Ron.

Give me a minute, will you?

Ron.

Someone's been killed.

Now, would you--?

Okay.

Okay.

Listen.

Those pictures I took in the park--

I thought you were supposed

to be in Paris.

I am in Paris.

Here. Have a drag.

I want you to see the corpse.

We've got to get a shot of it.

I'm not a photographer.

I am.

What's the matter with him?

What did you see in that park?

Nothing.

Ron.

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