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- Don't l?

I hate these things more than you do.

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

- Hello, Johnny.

- Max.

Goodness, what are you doing here?

I collect. I collect your famous daughter.

If there's anything you can do

to get me a family price...

(CHUCKLES)

You still where you used to be?

Of course I am. I like it.

Why would I change?

And you, Max?

Defence. Defence procurement.

Hmm.

That's one business that's never

going to suffer. Recession-proof.

And these days I also raise a little money,

you know, for the party.

Don't look at me, I'm apolitical.

You're "A" everything, aren't you, Johnny?

You'll have to choose sides one day,

you know.

Remember, you'll get killed

in the middle of the road.

- Did you get my invitation?

- Did l? Remind me.

I wrote you, college reunion.

Oh, yes, I think I did get something.

Give me your card, I'll call you.

I don't have a card, I have a website.

Wake up, Johnny.

21st century.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- You again.

- You seem to be everywhere.

Why are you surprised?

It's my business, knowing people.

Including your daughter.

Beautiful.

That's what I do, remember?

Put people in touch.

By the way, how did Nancy like your book?

How many novels have you written?

Why do you want to know?

I'm asking you.

I'm asking you a civil question.

It's my first.

So? You haven't said what you thought.

- No.

- Why not?

- Don't look at me like that.

- Why not?

Because I never could refuse you.

You could tell me the truth.

For once in your life,

you might try telling me the truth.

Only if you insist.

I insist.

All right. They look like works of despair.

If the despair isn't real,

then I don't like them

because they're fake, they're unfelt.

They're avant-garde protest

and nothing more.

But if the despair is real,

then that hurts, too, because...

Because you're my daughter,

and I don't want you to suffer.

- They're not fake.

- That's what I thought.

So what bothers you?

If I'm unhappy then it's your fault?

They make you feel guilty?

The absent father, the evasive father.

The pictures are morbid.

They're morbid, Julianne.

Okay, I can see it may be my problem

to do with getting older,

but why do you want to piss on life

before you've even lived it?

I don't think you should say any more.

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

- I was wondering...

- Yup.

- That young man you were talking to.

- Which one?

I think his name is Ralph. Ralph Wilson.

You're working.

F***! You're not even talking to me,

you're working.

- Oh, come on, let me take you home.

- No.

I don't want you anywhere near me.

Do you have any honest

relationships at all?

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