The Man Who Fell to Earth Page #5

New York?

Oh, uh, not anymore.

I still keep an apartment there.

I've come to like it out here.

I think you will too.

It's got a lot of...

space.

That means freedom.

You know what I mean?

Yes, I do.

Then there's the job itself.

It will entail certain, uh -

Uh -

Well, you won't live

in quite the same way as you did before.

Of course, there's the salary.

- Another adjustment.

- I know this is what I want.

I hope so.

The sun is roughly

10,000 times larger than Earth.

Anyway, I'm rather glad you're

leaving tonight.

- You are?

- Makes everything so much simpler.

That's the way it should be -

no involvements, no complications.

- No danger.

- None at all.

Hello, Tommy.

I got that white wine

you like from Reichman's.

It's not cold.

You want me to pour you a glass?

- Why not? - I suppose most girls are

sentimental about their first love.

Oh, I suppose so.

Like their first pair

of high-heeled shoes.

I don't understand how

you can watch them all at the same time.

You know, Tommy,

you're really a freak.

I don't mean that unkindly.

I like freaks.

That's why I like you.

Let me see. Uh -

I really like you.

Trouble is, people get

too attached to each other, things drag on.

Scenes, tears.

Everything gets so maudlin.

I think people should

always behave...

as though they were between planes.

- Very sound, Mr. Flannagan.

- Face it.

"He who loves and runs away

lives to love another day. "

- But it's not enough.

- I must remember that.

I don't know why

you're living with me. Oh -

You don't need me.

Yes, I do.

First we'll have a drink.

Then I'll have a bath.

And tomorrow,

we'll go to church.

It's all a little blurry.

- Lord, I love gin. - Must have had too

much of this domestic champagne.

- I can't go to church.

- Oh, come on, Tommy.

It's a real good church.

You won't feel out of place.

Makes me feel so good.

Gives me something to believe in.

Everybody needs that -

a meaning to life.

I mean, when you look out

at the sky at night...

don't you feel that

somewhere out there...

there's gotta be a god?

There's gotta be.

dd

They're so strange here -

the trains.

Damn cheap rinses.

You can come in, Tommy.

Don't be embarrassed.

Are you hiding out?

Well, then how come you told me

your name was Mr. Sussex?

I didn't know you then.

- Are you married?

- Yes.

Thought so.

What's she like, your wife?

Is she like me?

No.

Didn't think so.

Well, I guess I'll do

for now, won't I?

We've handed song sheets

out today...

of an old English hymn...

which I'd like you all

to try and attempt to sing...

for a friend of ours.

Stand, please.

And did those feet

In ancient time

Walk upon England's mountains green

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