High-Rise Page #3

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we don't want to do.

It's what growing up

is all about.

Isn't that right, Robert?

- Yeah.

Yep.

Sweet dreams.

- Batteries.

- I haven't forgotten.

Come on, you.

Charlotte:

He's smart as a whip.

I call him the little professor.

He hates it.

Hmm.

Hmm.

You're going?

I...

I thought we were...

I thought we were doing this.

We've done it.

You know, you look much better

without your clothes on.

You're lucky.

Not many people do.

Fascist pig!

Announcer:
Welcome to

the 15th floor market.

Today we have a special offer

on French bread

and French fromage.

Thank you for shopping

on floor 15.

Would you like an autograph?

Actually,

I was looking for the Riesling.

- What?

- Grammaire.

Should I know that woman?

That's Jane Sheridan.

The actress.

She doesn't need all that stuff,

she just likes spending money.

She's preparing for a new role.

She's going to play

a desperately sad actress

who lives alone

in an apartment block.

Keep the change.

There isn't any.

Munrow. Banking.

Pangbourne. Gynecology.

My son's pursuing medicine.

Amongst other things,

I should hope.

Jane:
That's him.

He's quite reassuring

but rather cold hands.

Your husband appears intent on

colonizing the sky, Mrs. Royal.

And who can blame him when

you look at what's going on

down at... street level?

The German press

say he's a genius.

Ha! Germans.

We're award-winning.

You can't argue with that.

Munrow.

You feeling better?

Oh, you.

- Did you invite him?

- Of course not.

No, Royal did, actually.

I hope you don't mind.

Must be one of his funny

little social experiments.

What have you come as?

A dilettante?

Champagne, sir?

Yeah, thanks.

I wouldn't take it

personally, sir.

- No?

- No.

I've seen you at the gym,

haven't I?

Yeah.

You set a very good pace.

So do you.

Well, it takes a certain

determination to row against

the current.

Yes, it does.

Ah, Simmons, how are you?

Excuse me.

Won't be needing that.

Cheap bastard.

Wall?

So, how long were you stuck?

Not long,

in the scheme of things.

Teething problems.

Building is still settling.

Still, I hear all the floors

from the first to the twelfth

were out of power

for several hours.

Yeah. Probably more fun in that

lift than at Ann's party.

I must apologize for my wife.

She was brought up

in the insulation

of a large country house.

She feels a constant need

to re-establish herself

on the top rung.

We toy with each other.

Not sexually, of course.

By the way,

I hear you're f***ing 374.

Her name is Charlotte Melville.

Yeah, Charlotte. That's right.

She has quite a tight c*nt,

as I recall.

Royal:
Believe me, I understand.

At your age, straightforward,

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