Eadweard Page #5

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- You just climb.

Up, down. Up, down. It's simple.

"Up down, up down, simple."

I like that, Eadweard. I'm writing

it down. I'm writing an article.

Name's Harry. Harry Larkyns.

- On me, or on this? - On you, of course.

I'm the theatre critic from the post.

The theatre. I don't do theatre.

I find it all a bit false.

Oh, but you do.

Who wouldn't pay a pretty penny

to watch you do your work,

eat your lemons?

It's better than theatre.

Excuse me?

Who are you?

I'm number 33.

No, what is your name?

Mary.

Mary.

Mary is our next series. She's a bit

taller than what we've set up for.

- Adjust the levels. What's the lens at?

- 85. - Bring it down to 75.

- Are you ready with the watch?

- Yes.

Right. Mary.

Tall.

About...

I'm 20.

Correction, 20.

And, uh, petite or medium build?

Petite. There's a cloud!

We have to go.

- Petite.

- What would you like?

Woman jumping over the stool.

Are you ready?

Grand.

Perfect.

Go.

Perfect.

The theatre.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Where are you coming from, Harry?

- California.

What, for the rush?

For the gold rush?

No, I went for the adventure.

I missed all the gold.

Look at all these bloody

things that we do, huh?

Every moment.

Yes,

and we're never truly still.

Think about it.

I'm asking you.

Even at rest, we're constantly moving,

until we die.

So are you dissecting life?

The movement that makes up life.

We're taught to love pretty things

like flowers and sunsets,

and have forgotten the beauty

in pouring a cup of tea, or...

The poetry in lifting an umbrella,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

I want to create something

that's never been seen before.

These have a life hereafter.

They are my children.

They are forever.

What else is there,

after you die?

That's fascinating.

That is fascinating.

I'm writing that words for words.

Oh, you've not written a word.

I write the ones I remember.

I'm keen to be in one of your studies.

Could I volunteer?

What can you do?

I can fence.

Fence?

Fence.

Is that a challenge?

Well, that depends

if you're going to let me volunteer.

All right.

Flora?

I came to model.

Flora...

Don't look at me like that.

Like what?

Like that.

With all that judgment.

I'm your... I'm your wife.

I'm your wife.

Stop it, Flora.

Did you walk here? That's five miles,

Flora. What were you thinking?

No, don't touch me.

- Flora, this is not you.

- No, stop it...

This isn't you...

stop. Stop!

Eadweard...

No!

No! No...

No. No...

No! Stop it!

Stop it. Stop it...

Stop it.

Shh...

Flora.

My Flora...

Sir?

Sir...

I can't.

Sir, next model's refusing to come out.

Did he say why?

He insists on speaking with you

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