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Visitors? Some friends maybe? Someone you talked to?
No one. I promise.
Who have you talked to?
No one.
If I think you're lying
I thought you'd gone to work.
With a face like this?
I'm sorry.
I should hope so.
We already know. All about it.
It was on the television.
So let's go.
You and me?
Yes.
And you need your sleep.
Eh, I don't know.
Oh, don't be so coy, dear. You're going to Rio.
What?
That's right. You're going to Rio. Rio de Janeiro. On your own. Come on, you should know. You bought the fucking ticket.
But I bet you didn't say you were going to split on him.
It wasn't like that.
Don't lie to me. Don't treat me like that.
Good evening. I'm Detective Inspector McCall and this is DC Mitchell. I wonder if we could ask you some questions.
What about?
It's about the burglary.
Burglary?
Downstairs.
Of course.
Can we come in?
So I just heard her cries for help and all that, and when I went downstairs there were already those other people there, so I just stood around really, waiting you know how people do and then when your colleagues arrived I came back upstairs. And that's about all, I think. I didn't actually see anything useful, I don't think.
did you hear anything before he cries?
No, not that I recall, I was asleep.
Have you seen anything or anyone suspicious around here in the last few days?
No, nothing, sorry.
Well, if you do, you'll let us know?
Of course.
And the other three people on the flat, did they hear anything?
There are only two other people in the flat.
Two?
Who said there were four?
We understood there were four people living here. Not always, of course, but now, four.
No, three. Who said there were four?
How strange. And how unsatisfactory to have misleading information. Only three people here. You're sure?
Yes, absolutely.
Take a note of that, Mitchell. Only three, rather than four. Write it down. You can use numbers or words, I have no preference. Which are you using?
I see.
I doubt it. And these two other people, did they hear anything?
No, they were asleep. They didn't even wake up.
Yes. Why do you think you woke and they didn't?
I don't know. Maybe I'm a light sleeper.
Loks like you had a breakin up here as well.
Someone lost the key.
Is this where no one stays?
Yeah, that's right, that's it.
No, I've never seen them.
You're sure of that.
Yes.
That wasn't a question.
Interesting.
I see.
Yeah, well, that's what she said. Interesting. That's why you're here, you see.
So, uh...
What?
What?
You were going to say something.
What was I trying to say? Oh, yes, I think, we think, or at least I suppose we think am I right?
It's OK. There's no problem.
You mean I can have the room?
Well, that's what I said, isn't it?
Can you afford this place?
Yeah.
Cameron.
Cameron?
Yes.
Really?
When you slaughter a goat and wrench its heart out with your bare hands, do you then summon hellfire?
I mean, what are you actually doing here? What is the hidden agenda?
When you get up in the morning, how do you decide what shade of black to wear?
Now, let me get this straight. This affair that you're not having, is it not with a man or not with a woman?
And when did anyone last say to you these exact words: You are the sunshine of my life'?
OK, so A has left you, B is ambivalent, you're still seeing C but D is the one you yearn for. What are we to make of this? If I were you, I'd ditch the lot. There's a lot more letters in the alphabet of love.
Did you know
Just serve.
I thought you stopped going.
Yeah, he had one too many of thise urges. You of all people should know that.
God, you two are sensitive. All I'm doing is implying some sort of sordid, ugly, sexual liason. Why, I'd be proud of that sort of thing.
Maybe you should go, Alex.You'll meet someone wonderful.
For my life? At a discussion group? I think not.
For the flat.
No. Be someone else like him. One is enough. And what happened to that girl, that friend of yours, the one that came round. I liked her. I really felt we had something. She could have moved in. We had chemistry.
She hated you
Well, she had problems
more than anyone she has ever met. In her whole life.
I'd be the first topoint that out. In all kindness I would. But, like they say, you know, she's got to want to change, hasn't she?
Has he tried down the back of the fridge? I mean, that's where I normally find things.
He seemed like a nice guy, Alex.
Who was it?
I don't know. He sounded Swedish. Do you know any Swedish men? Maybe it was just the emotion.
So we'll meet him, then?
What? Oh, yeah, sure, if you want. I tell you, every letter this guy writes to you is the same: they all begin like pure love and descend into open pornography. I dream of your thighs, the soft touch of your white skin leading me in desire, while I, aroused and inflamed '