Frank Page #3

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inside that head..."

- Jackpot!

- "...Inside that head?"

Yes!

It's like an aviary.

Your birds rock.

You're a cormorant.

Nana...

Moorhen.

Clara, the owl...

Night hunter, silent killer.

What have we got here?

Lay an egg for me,

little ginger bird.

Lay an egg!

"Frank says he must push us

- to our furthest corners..."

- Lay an egg with me.

"...and unlock the great music

that hides there."

- Get down there. Squat!

- Uh...

- Er, okay.

- Go on, lay an egg.

Get that egg out.

Squeeze that egg out.

"It can feel a little

overwhelming at times."

It has no business in there.

"But all in all, I am happy

to be a part of this."

"Just happy."

- I don't wanna be me!

- Go back inside!

- I don't wanna be me!

- Please, come with me back.

- Come on.

- Frank, just let me go!

- Please, don!

- I don't wanna live!

Don't let him get to the lake!

- Uh...

- Don't let him get to the lake!

- I'm free, I'm free!

- Please, don!

I'm free!

Wait wait, don.

- Oh.

- Don, don't get up.

I don't wanna be me.

Did he tell you

about the mannequins?

Yeah.

I met one once.

Caroline Cuntley.

- I'm Frank.

- I'm Jon.

Does he still...?

No.

He has relationships

with real women now.

But it's hard, you know.

He has to convince them

to lie completely still,

so, you know.

Hey, don't tell don I...

I said anything.

- No.

- He might think it a shameful secret.

I say tell everyone everything.

Why cover anything up?

Right?

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Why do you wear that?

You think it's weird?

- Kinda.

- Normal faces are weird too,

you know,

the way they're smooth,

smooth, smooth...

And then blech!

You know?

All bumpy and holes.

I mean, what are eyes like?

It's like

a science-fiction movie.

Don't get me started on lips.

- Like the edges of a very serious wound.

- That's true!

But your head is still

sort of intimidating.

Well, underneath I'm giving

you a welcoming smile.

Would it help if I said my

facial expressions out loud?

Well, maybe.

Welcoming smile.

Frank?

You've been up all night talking

to the keyboard player?

I'm not just a keyboard player.

I write songs too. You

write your own songs?

Mm-hmm.

I'd love to play some

for you sometime.

I'd really like that.

Big non-threatening grin.

- Delighted look.

- Here, play one now.

- You're funny.

- Play one now.

- Excellent.

- Um, not... not right now.

- Okay?

- No no.

- I'd love to hear one of your songs.

- I would too.

- Go on.

- I... I don't think so, guys.

Please!

Hey, guys, Jon...

He writes his own music.

He's gonna play

some music for us.

I...

Come on.

- Clara.

- Share your music with us, Jon.

- Um...

- Play something!

Okay.

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