The Lost Language of Cranes

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(Traffic)

( Funk music playing)

(Men moaning)

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's so good.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah!

(Whispers) Please, not here.

Please. Couldn't

we go somewhere else?

I live nearby.

We could go there.

(Men grunting on screen)

(Car horn hoots)

"Alex Meltra.

077- 737-2920.

Please call me. "

(Groaning)

It's five o'clock.

Mmm.

We slept all day.

(Clattering)

(Music box rendition of Greensleeves)

(American accent)

Come back to bed.

Mmm.

(Laughs) I've got to do the dishes.

What a stink.

Come here.

I think I've got

to do these dishes.

Philip.

Come back to bed.

(Laughs)

(Laughter)

(Chuckling)

Your face feets like Velcro.

Well, I'll shave

when we get back to my place.

Are you sure you want me

to stay with you tonight?

We can get some Indian food

and then I'll go back

to Ladbroke Grove later on.

What are you talking about?

I just don't want you

to get sick of me.

Oh, if I get sick of you, I'll tell you.

(Tires squeal)

(Squeaking)

They're lucky to have escaped.

Probably on their way to a Lab.

(Squeaking)

(Door unlocking)

Hello.

(Woman) Hi.

- Hi, Philip.

- Hi.

I suppose you've been

your usual productive self today.

Less of the sarc, you big fairy.

It's not my fault

if I'm an obsessive.

Your stepfather called.

Derek?

He isn't exactly my stepfather.

I never know what to call him.

Try Derek.

What are you writing about?

These famous twins

who invented their own language.

Little girls.

There was a big debate whether they should be

separated and forced to learn English

or kept together

so the Language could be studied.

The social workers won.

So the girls did learn English?

Yeah.

Can't be late for my hot date.

See you boys. Ciao.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Come on.

(TV) Margaret chose

to live on the street

not unlike this one...

(Birds wings flapping)

(David Attenborough)

After the coming of the rains

the middens seethe with awakening life.

(Attenborough) By devouring

and burying the fresh dung,

the beetles play a vital role

in recycling valuable nutrients.

- Hello!

- (Door closes)

Hello.

Did you walk all the way?

Practically to Baker Street.

Then I got a bus.

Ooh.

What?

Nothing.

Mm, Rose.

My Rose.

Owen...

you really must help me

to find somewhere for us to live.

I've got some details about flats.

Well, sometimes I think

we'll end up homeless.

Silly.

(Thinking) Rose.

My Rose.

I am skipping

on a sidewalk...

(Philip) I'm thinking of telling my parents...

about us.

Which means, of course,

telling them about me.

You think it's a good idea?

I don't really know your parents.

I don't think this is going

to be a big shock for them.

No?

But it's not enough just telling them

and then shutting up and never

talking about it again.

I feel I should let them

know what it's like.

Having my life.

Having you.

The fact is, that...

no matter how well you explain to your mother

that you like taking it up the bum...

she's not gonna be happy about it.

I'm not saying you shouldn't

tell her, I'm just...

suggesting that you think

about it...very carefully.

(Sighs)

- Elliot.

- Mm?

If I tell them...

would you come to meet them?

Would you come to dinner sometime?

Sure.

- Really?

- Mm-hm.

You can't sleep.

You want me to rub your back?

(American accent)

Oh, hi, Owen.

Winston. Oh. Well, well, well.

Forgive me. I was miles away.

Nothing wrong, I hope?

Good God, no.

And how are you?

- Settling in, I hope?

- Oh, I'm fine.

- My students are a bit strange.

- Oh, I'm sure you can handle them.

Hello, Pauline.

Uh, and have you, uh,

made any friends?

- I expect you're still a bit homesick.

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