Close My Eyes

You're late.

Sorry, it was unavoidable.

Trains on Sunday, you know what they're like.

Unavoidable? I don't believe it. I've eaten all the food.

You've eaten all the food.

Now, that's serious.

- Is this all there is? - Told you.

What are all these candles for anyway? It's spooky.

Is this what you used to get up to with him every night?

I just like it, that's all.

You gotta stop it. It looks like you're grieving.

Grieving for a relationship.

Must make it ten times worse.

Thank you, Richard.

I've been waiting here for the last six hours just to hear you say that. It is all I need.

It is what you need. Come on, I'm going to get you out of here.

This place is bad for you.

There's nowhere to go round here on a Sunday.

Oh, now she can't even leave the house!

Come on, Natalie, there's no need to overdo it.

Wait! Wait!

Just wait.

What's that for?

You can't even go down the street without one.

- Well, I was giving up till... - Come on.

Get off!

Richard, stop it!

I don't like seeing you unhappy.

Well, I am unhappy.

I'm incredibly unhappy. I mean...

you buy a flat with your lover and then he leaves you within two months.

Six and a half weeks, actually. There's not many worse things.

No.

Now Mum and Dad are both gone, you're the only person I can tell.

Which is terrible.

I haven't seen you for ages.

I'm sorry. I've been really busy.

Students aren't busy.

It's a good course.

Planning pretend cities.

- I'm very happy. - I bet you are.

Raving it up in London.

Stop playing with those. What are you doing?

You should always look in these wherever you go.

You can judge a town by what's in these tomatoes.

Stop it. That's disgusting.

Bloody hell, it's a tooth!

Nat, come on!

You're out of condition, come on.

Come on!

Take this coat off.

Take your coat off!

Too much smoking, look at you. Come on!

Jesus!

Will Richard make it better?

I wish I could wake up and be happy.

Just... one morning it would be gone, this feeling, and never come back.

You could make that happen.

Get out of town.

Start all over again.

A new career?

I'm too old to start again.

You're not too old, don't be stupid.

That job was never what you wanted.

A buyer for that bloody awful store? You wanted to be artistic.

I'm not artistic.

No, but you want to be.

Kiss me.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

I just needed something to hug.

Even you. Even my little brother.

Go back to sleep.

And you haven't made me feel better, so don't look so smug.

- Shit! - Hey, hey!

- It's me. - What's the matter?

- I've left my wallet in your flat. - So go and fetch it.

I haven't got a key.

Please, I don't want to miss the train.

I don't believe this!

You appear out of nowhere, use my flat as a hotel, I hardly see you...

Natalie... just this time.

Please?

I have to get permission.

I have to ask my 14-year-old boss.

There!

The things I do for you, I can't believe it!

Listen...

- How's the job? - Now he asks!

It's horrible, I've become a secretary.

My boss is terrified I'm going backwards.

I looked for somewhere creative to work, trendy,

and see what happens, I feel like I'm 150 and six years old.

Stop it!

OK, OK, I can do anything. You told me so it must be true.

You're not listening.

Oh, no, I am, look, it's just the train.

Look, I've been meaning to talk to you. Now I try and do it here.

This is stupid. Go on, then.

Go. Go!

I'm sorry, I'll miss the train.

And you better write or I'll kill you.

Ring too, Scotland's not that far away.

I may be busy.

No, you won't. Building a new town, that's nothing. You'll have plenty of time.

Come on, where are you?

Oh, Richard, be there.

- Hello. - Richard.

Natalie, it's you.

It's only my sister.

Only? Who's that you're talking to?

My, er... My secretary.

We're, um... We're all alone here.

I suppose you're in the middle of screwing her.

As it happens, yes,

but this is not a regular occurrence.

Jesus, you're incorrigible.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon.

We're celebrating our last few days of freedom. They finally finished the office.

This place is like out of a horror movie.

Maybe it's time to move on again.

You always make it sound so easy.

Well, I've got a new job.

- Another one? - This one's on the continent, if I get it.

What, you mean you'll be going abroad?

Maybe, yeah.

Listen, Natalie, um... I've gotta put some clothes on,

so I'll call you tomorrow, OK? Promise.

It might be an idea to get dressed.

Walking about naked in the middle of your office, that's ridiculous!

I don't like this conversation.

Get out, let me out!

Frankly, I'm amazed to see someone like you here.

The cut you'd be taking in salary is immense.

I mean, all these jobs you've done - pan-European, Brussels...

Oh, take no notice of that.

It was just luck and I wasn't happy doing it.

So, you think you're gonna get this job, do you?

Not at the moment, no.

You mean you only get the terrific jobs and this isn't one of them?

No, I mean, this interview's going rather badly, so...

Oh, I don't smoke, I just play with them.

I've changed. Erm...

I saw there was more to life than planning new roads.

I discovered the environment. A bit late... I'm not putting this well.

I've seen so much incompetence among developers - bad planning -

I want to do something about that.

You realise we have no money to speak of.

There are no planning controls in this part of the town.

- All we can do is hound. - A sort of urban Greenpeace?

I'll let you know. I'll call you.

No. Tell me now.

I prefer to cut the bullshit, and I imagine you do too.

Hello, Urban Alert.

OK, hang on.

Richard. Richard! Phone call for you.

- I can't take it. - It's your sister.

Oh, shit, yeah, I was meant to...

I suppose I better take it.

Hiya.

You've been back six weeks. You haven't called.

I did call. I left a message on your machine.

Yesterday.

Want to come over?

- Meet Sinclair. - Who?

Don't do that. Sinclair. Since you didn't manage to make it to the wedding.

Food. Food's up.

Hiya.

Come to lunch on Saturday. 1 pm.

Yeah, sure.

I'll try to make it. OK, bye.

Families!

I wanna get a job in the West End.

Oh, yeah, what sort of job?

No, no, not that!

I mean, just a job job.

I'm beginning to think...

we've made a real mistake.

Hm, could be.

I don't usually eat the food I deliver.

Come on, risk it.

Ah, come in. Come in, come in, come in.

Sit, sit, sit down.

Miserable at convention.

Delighted to see you all here.

I'm sure you'll give us a clean bill of health.

Now... You know you said on August the 4th...

"Our new block will be an asset for the whole area, we want to share it."

Exactly.

"We are proud of it and as is the regular practice in America,

"the public will be allowed to see the full glories of our foyer at any time,

"and there will be public tours of the building every day of the week."

But getting in here is more difficult than entering Fort Knox.

That promise was crap, wasn't it?

I'm not aware of having made that statement, but, um...

it's a small matter.

Absolutely. Talking of small matters, let us move on to the matter of Threepenny Street.

- Well done. - Yeah, well, Colin doesn't look too pleased.

What do you expect, applause? From him?

Shit, I was meant to go and have lunch with my sister!