Blowup: San Francisco Page #3

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I've only got a sixpence.

Park 1296.

Hello. It's me.

Weren't you supposed to be

going off to, um, Hurley?

Hmm?

Listen. Stay where you are.

Call me soon at home. Mmm.

I've come -

I've come for the photographs.

How did you manage to find me?

Do you live here?

Mmm.

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.

Ooh. 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 -

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 -

you look at them and that's that.

That's why they always end up, uh...

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. 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 boyfriends a bit past it.

Why don'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 will 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 1239?

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.

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