The Fourth Man
Old drunk.
l'm off. To give a talk in Vlissingen.
- Be back late. - Bye.
Can l... Give me the car keys.
lt's my turn to have the car this week.
Then drive me to the station.
You've got healthy young legs, haven't you?
The paper, please.
What's with the magazine? Put it back.
Stuff it!
Coffeee, rolls, beer, sherry!
Care for some beer or sherry, sir?
- Coffeee... please. - Just coffeee?
There's wine... red wine.
l said coffeee, damn it!
Take it easy, it's coming.
One coffeee, sir.
- That's just right. - Yes, so you don't have to think.
Can't you shut the damn door!
Oh, don't cry. ls my little darling teething...
JESUS lS EVERYWHERE
Want Mom to peel you an apple?
Look at the pretty long peel.
Oh, no! The tomato juice!
The carton's bust... what a mess!
Hush, Mom will clean it up.
Easy, darling, it'll be alright.
Hello, my little man.
Good evening, l'm Gerard Reve. Have you come for me?
Come for you?! l doubt it, sir.
You still look pretty healthy.
This can hardly be you!
Hey, stop! Stop!
But it is me!
lt says Gerard. My name's Gerard too.
That's me.
This one died in Spain, in Benidorn.
A beautiful way to die.
ls there such a thing as a beautiful death?
Dying in bed, that's what l call beautiful.
On top of some Sen'ora that is.
lt's like you were there.
A young fellow too, about your age.
Mr. Reve!
Luckily l know your face from TV!
l'm De Vries.
Sorry l'm late, they needed me.
You're here, that's the main thing.
My car's out there.
l thought they had come for me, to get me.
Do your thoughts often relate to death?
Constantly.
Thinking of death l cannot sleep and not sleeping l must think of death.
And life flees as it fled and all being was once created to unbe.
Bloem! 1887-1966.
You know your poets, don't you?
You're not addressing barbarians tonight.
Have you ever appeared for us in the past?
- Not that l recall. - You recall only pleasant things.
Well, our members are all very interested in literature.
Many old fraternity members, from Leiden largely.
Old?! And deaf? Will l have to speak up?
No, the hall has excellent sound equipment.
l've presented the odd thing there myself.
- A bit of a writer yourself? - Off and on.
For pleasure?
- l wrote for the alma mater annual. - And then you keep doing it, eh?
One is bound to reflect on life and death, especially in my profession.
Not as profoundly as a creative artist, of course.
No...
Shall l take your coat?
l'll introduce you to the Board at intermission.
Can we start right away?
Recovered?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our 6th presentation this season.
Tonight, we have a well-known and controversial author in our midst.
Gerard Reve.
Thank you for accepting our invitation, Mr. Reve.
lt's going to be great.
Ladies and gentlemen, l give the floor to Gerard Reve.
When l arrived at Vlissingen Station tonight...
...they were unloading a coffin from the train.
A gigantic coffin.
So large that it didn't flt into a regular hearse...
...but had to be loaded on a truck.
There were some thirty dwarfs standing around it...
...they were no taller than this.
They were members of a circus act...
...who were going to bury their colleague, the world's tallest man.
A grotesque tragedy, don't you think?
But why am l telling you this?
What is so special about this story?
That there is no circus in town.
Exactly... l invented most of it.
Yes, there was a coffin, but an ordinary one.
Of a man who died in Benidorn of an overdose of...
...love.
No dwarfs, no giant, nothing.
But...
...if l tell the dwarf story often enough, l'll start to believe it myself.
And that, l think, is the essence of my writing.
l lie the truth.
Until l no longer know whether something did or did not happen.
That's when it gets exciting.
What you make of reality...
...is inflnitely more interesting than reality itself.
The cards, ladies and gentlemen!
To note down your questions for after the intermission...
...so Mr. Reve can answer them one by one.
Have you had a drink yet?
No, not yet. Who is the lady that keeps fllming me?
Oh, our treasurer. May l introduce you?
Christine Halslag.
She'll give you your fee afterwards.
Get Mr. Reve a drink, l've got to collect the cards!
Waiter!
You flatter me. All that fllm footage...
Yes, l thought: such a celebrity is not going to escape me.
Celebrity...
...that doesn't buy you a square meal in Holland.
- ls it that bad? - Worse.
The 250 you're paying me for this is a windfall.
- Would you autograph your book? - Sure.
l'll get you a drink.
l loved your talk.
- Good. Buy my other books too. - l certainly will.
This is on the house.
Tomato juice?
A bloody Mary with lots of vodka. The bartender has a liberal hand.
But l'm not a drinker, the odd glass of wine...
- l'll get you a soft drink. - Leave it, l'll make do with this.
Are you going back to Amsterdam tonight?
Depends on the number of questions, if l can catoh the train.
We've booked you into a hotel, just in case.
l hate hotel rooms, they're like torture chambers.
But it's the best hotel in town. Look.
There it is.
Anything wrong?
lt's flrst class. VlP's always stay there.
A hotel to hang yourself in.
What else can you do there?
You can read the Bible of course...
...or jack yourself off, right?
As you like.
You could also stay with me.
Depends on the number of questions. lf l can catoh the train.
Exactly.
You always write in flrst person: l this... l that...
Are you at all interested in your fellow man?
l...
Fellow men are so vague.
A writer, like anyone, is involved with only a few people.
Yet even them l can't encompass...
...and l project things into them that don't exist. Next question.
You always call yourself a Roman Catholic.
How can a sensible person in this day of modern technology be a Catholic?
How can you be sensible and not be a Catholic?
Catholic doesn't equate with stupid.
Being Catholic means having imagination.
Scientiflc discoveries are the product of imagination.
So all science is Catholic.
Next question.
Do you agree that every creative artist is basically a bit disturbed?
The questioner wonders if l'm a bit crazy?
Not me, l'm very normal.
My madness is limited to reading the paper.
For when it says "boom" l read "doom".
And for "flood" l read "blood" and for "red"... "dead".
ls that crazy? Just poor eyesight, that's all.
Next question.
That was the last question.
DONATE YOUR BLOOD TO THE RED CROSS
SPlDER
The sign's on the blink. Has been for a while.
They're slow at flxing things nowadays.
What is it?
l know nothing about perfume, but this is sublime.
- lt's my own brand. - Delicious.
Life is great!
Come.
Look at the moon.
You can always see it beautifully from here.
Not it.
- She. - She?
Moon is feminine.
The moon is our mother. She protects us, guards over us.
You really believe that, Gerard?
- Whiskey? - Just a drop, with lots of water.
Nice.
Shall we sleep together tonight?
Of course, Gerard.
Well...
...you seem to have a thing about my bra.
Take off the robe.
Lovely.
- You look a bit like... - Like who?
The way you're standing there, you resemble...
Resemble what?
A very beautiful boy.
A boy?
So slim and delicate.
Do you think?
And these?
They're not a boy's, are they?
No...
...but when l do this...
Then l'll have this.
Alright this way... or will l lie down?
No, stay where you are.
He slipped out...
l guess l'm a bit awkward.
Come.
Aren't you married?
l was, it didn't work out.
ls this okay though?
lt's like skating, you never forget how.
...through Mary to Jesus...
What did you say just now?
That you're marvelous.
What's wrong?
Had a bad dream?
A nightmare.
What was it about?
l can't remember.
l was afraid.
Come here. No need to be afraid.
Come.
SPlDER
Sphinx Beauty Salon.
Yes...
...if you come right now...
...it's a date.
Shall l do upstairs, Madam?
Forget about upstairs.
Do the bedroom next time around.
Good morning.
My sweet Christine...
Did you sleep well?
l had a wonderful night.
Guess why?
- What do you want for starters? - You.
Later. For dessert.
Look at your shirt!
Your collar is torn.
Have you got some super glue?
Super glue? Why?
To glue it...l always do.
We Dutoh writers have to be thrifty.
Obviously you don't have a wife to take care of you.
Could you use some shirts?
l won't say no, there might be another war.
Try this.
lf it flts, it's yours.
Very nice.
Suits your type.
My type? What's my type?
A writer who needs daily care.
l've got lots more. They're just wasting away.
Here, this one for odd jobs, one for casual wear...
...and this one for Sunday best.
Your husband's not short of clothes.
What's up? What is it?
l don't have a husband anymore.
He's dead...
...an accident.
l'm sorry, l always say the wrong thing.
Doesn't matter.
l'm going downstairs, if you want coffeee...
Big shot.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Old drunk! There's coffeee!
Ah, coffeee!
Good morning.
- Good morning. Sugar? -Two lumps, please. You're wonderful
l just love taking care of someone, Gerard.
You're making this into paradise for me.
For paradise, there needs to be two people.
But there is two of us.
For how long?
l'm not the right man for you, Christine.
Marriage and me don't mix.
The woman who wants me gets a lemon. lt's been proven.
l know what to expect from you, don't l?
Do you?
You are so sweet.
Yes. But l'm going back to Amsterdam, all the same.
So we were just two small ships that passed in the night.
We had a nice collision, didn't we?
l'm wanted in the salon.
Come along and see the work l do.
Remind me to give you last night's fee.
Oh, later.
- What's up? - That lady is getting impatient.
Delilah, my own brand of cosmetics... a goldmine.
Another few minutes, Madam.
lt's hot but it helps the skin to absorb the vitaminizing elements.
Are you comfortable?
What about my hair, Christine? They say it's very difficult.
Difficult hair doesn't exist, just bad hairdressers.
Could you cut a man's hair? Mine, for instance.
Sit down, Gerard. That's what you want, isn't it?
You have blessed hands, Christine.
You could cure people by laying on hands.
Don't make fun of it, Gerard. Those things do exist, you know.
Laying on hands, magic, hypnosis, it all exists. Telepathy, the lot.
Ah, Madam, what's the diffeerence. There'll be a war on soon.
Have you ever had a mystical experience?
Yes, recently.
A girl in my ward is married to a jet pilot.
A great guy.
And for the flrst time in his life he has a real scary dream.
He gets frightened and reports sick.
One of his colleagues flies his plane that day.
And crashes.
Just like that, plop!
Dead!
That's real telepathy for you.
Man is a frail vessel. lt's not telepathy, though.
Whatever it is: when you're warned you must listen.
Yes you should, but where do you flnd people who listen nowadays?
What did this man dream about, Madam?
That's a curious story, actually.
He dreamt that something of his was cut...
- Sit down. l'll give you your fee. - Great.
A bit much, isn't it?
You shouldn't keep it at home, Christine.
There's so much riffraff out and about nowadays.
They'll beat your head in for a Mars Bar, half a Mars bar.
Come in.
The lady is leaving and wants to thank you.
l'll be right back.
"Your dearest Gerard"...?
Oh no: "Herman".
So there's competition, called Herman.
"Dearest Christine... l long for you my little rabbit."
Christ almighty!
What a body...what a piece!
l've got to have you even if it kills me.
Where were we? Oh yes, your fee.
How much?
250 plus expenses.
1 , 2, 3...
...4, 5 hundred. Alright?
- That's too much. - Oh, but we're a very rich society.
l got a train ticket here. You'll have to account for this.
l don't have to account to anyone.
They trust me.
Why shouldn't they? Me, with all my money.
l inherited the salon and the brand name from my husband.
l'm rich, but...
...he's gone.
Money and being alone does not add up to happiness.
And when the last customer is gone...
...and you've gone home...
...and l'm all by myself again the whole long weekend...
Terrible!
My little Christine...
...what if l stayed?
You mean that?
l didn't want to burden you, but since you really want me to, l'll stay.
How sweet of you.
For you, Christine...
...as a human being.
Miserable bitoh!
One ream of paper. Anything else?
Three pen holders.
There you are.
- Twelve dozen brass nibs. - Twelve dozen?
Yes, l've got a lot to write.
l'm going to write about you. About you're past.
l want to know about the men in your life, it's essential.
Why? lt's all past.
Without the past you can't understand the present.
Nibs. They're not much in demand anymore.
Two small bottles of ink.
One bottle is for when the other breaks.
And a quarter pint of the same ink.
That's to flll up the small bottles.
And a receipt, please.
No, l'll pay.
Thank you.
- Then l'll dedicate my novel to you. - lt's a deal.
- Come here! - Fuck off!
What's up?
- You scared me to death. - What's wrong?
- My husband was drowned. - But it was a joke!
lt was a joke.
A joke...
Happy?
Perfectly.
l just need to write the best novel of all time now.
You're bound to succeed.
With you.
Here.
What an interesting palm you've got, Christine.
Can you read palms?
A bit.
This line here, for instance, means lots of love...
...but not every love is a happy love.
So?
Tell me.
l don't know enough about it. l might frighten you.
Why? ls it scary...or dangerous?
l see more loves in your present life than just me.
There's someone else...
Tell me...
...l don't mind.
Yes.
l see a young man.
He's beautiful.
Yes.
He lives in...
l see letters.
K, and O with dots on top... ls that German?
Yes, Ko:ln, or Cologne is where he lives.
You're really good at it.
lf you want me to go on, l need something tangible of his.
Something tangible?
- A key or a lock of hair or... - A letter.
- Could work. You got one? - l'll get it.
- Here. - No, l don't want to read it.
Or you'll think it's all a trick.
Then l'll hold it. What do you see?
l sense something else.
A picture? His?
He's not wearing much. He's not into the sex industry, l hope?
No.
l see him on the beach...
...waves and...
What's up? What did you see?
l drifted off, l think.
His name was there, letters.
H and E, HENK...HERBERT...
HERMAN
Herman!
Gee, l didn't know you were so good at it. Look...
ls that him?
Well now...
You're going to tell me all about this Herman.
l've known Herman for years. From when l flrst met Johan.
Johan? Who's this Johan?
- My dead husband l told you about. - Oh, yes.
Herman wanted me, but l married Johan.
That's life.
Sure. But tell me about this Herman?
l'd rather not.
$$y not?
ls it problematic?
Come on, Christine, we're both adults.
Herman is so...savage.
He doesn't beat you?
No, in bed l mean.
What does he do?
He just pounds away.
And he comes at once.
No wonder, that boy is crazy about you.
Yes, but there's nothing in it for me. Zilch!
Doesn't he repeat the exercise?
Falls right asleep.
Tough.
Perhaps l can help you.
How?
l'm psychic as you've noticed.
Get that boy down here.
l'll apply my gifts to see why he comes so quickly.
- l could possibly cure him. - That would be wonderful.
- Oh, but he's in Germany. - l'll go and get him...tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Good girl!
Up and at it!
You're lying on something sharp, look!
Didn't you feel it?
No, there's a numb spot on my back.
Strange...
Clean sheets? ls that necessary?
Herman will see you've slept with me.
- ls he jealous? - You better believe it.
- And where'll l sleep from now on? - l'll show you.
He's staying all next week.
lt'll give me lots of time for the treatment.
What'll you say about me?
That you're a writer in need of some peace.
He knows l'm a member of the Literature Club.
lsn't it a bit perverse, Christine...
...taking in two lovers at once?
Perverse?
You're going to help me with Herman?
You care about as much for Herman as for me: not at all.
A great deal.
Take the keys, so you can come and go as you like.
We'll be back late. Bye...
Give Herman my regards.
l will, and you start your novel!
Drive carefully!
Chapter One
When I arrived at V. yesterday...
Damn...
l'm wearing your shirt, Johan!
Home movies?
Johan.
Henk.
Ge'?
Snip, snip, snip...
Do you take Christine to be your lawful wedded wife?
What is your reply?
l do!
All gone!
That's all... the next one!
Ge'!
That's for Gerrit of course!
A real clodhopper's name.
Damn it! Christine, my girl...
She's had...
She's been married twice!
She's been fucking married twice!
Why didn't you tell me?
What a god awful movie...
l don't like nature fllms...
Ge'...
l've had Ge'...
l'll try Henk.
Hello Henky!
l'm the flrst talking goldflsh.
Another one!
Another wedding?
She didn't tell me!
Why didn't you tell me?
Three times...
...why didn't you tell me?
Married three times...
What a mess!
l'd prefer porn!
l'm in there too...
Tiddle-dee, tiddle-door, who is number four?
Christine, darling...
What's this? What are you doing here?
Sorry, l thought you were Christine.
The back's the same.
How do you know what Christine looks like in the nude?
Because we went swimming and l was in my bikini.
This is Gerard, the writer l told you about. He's here to work.
Well...
Working with the whiskey bottle, by the smell of it.
Let's go to bed, l'm dead-tired.
Tomorrow morning...!
Look at it this way...
ln Germany they're in need of plumbers too.
So l set me up a business with Dutoh labor.
Pour me some more.
And l got 5 chaps there now, all working black...
...and drawing welfare in Holland besides.
A lot of sugar, baby.
And they give me no trouble, 'cause if they did...
...l would report them to Labor lnspection.
Those ham and eggs are just the thing especially after last night.
Really, Herman.
l mean the long drive.
Don't be shy, Gerard's a writer.
- He's used to a thing or two. - Stop it.
Damn, it's empty. l'll get a frosh pack.
The world of Peter Stuyvesant...
...so much more to enjoy.
What do you think of him?
He's really got something.
How was it last night?
- Zilch. - Zilch?
We hadn't met in weeks... and oopla! He came and zonk! Fell asleep.
Tough...
You'll flnd out what's wrong, won't you?
- You said you could. - Sure, my love.
And you've always got me, in case of need.
Or did you want us both?
No, l'm not like that. Not the one and the other.
- lt's more either/or. - Either/or?
What are you two either/or-ing?
Gerard asked me about my morning, and l have to work.
lt's either working, or neglecting the salon.
Working? Today?
l've taken the whole damned week off for you!
lt's just this morning, sweetheart.
Monday mornings l have to see my salesmen. l'll be froe this afternoon.
That's great! l'll be bored to tears meanwhile.
- Do something with Gerard. - He's here to work too!
So l don't work this morning.
Yes... show him around.
Or talk to him.
Perhaps he'll write about us.
Then we'll be in a book.
What's the use of being in a book?
You know what? Take the car.
l don't need it anyway.
Shall we?
l have to get to the meeting.
Leave the dishes, l'll have Adrienne clean up.
- They're here, Madam. - Ah, gentlemen!
l've seen you before. At Amsterdam Central.
That's possible.
Or someone else.
- l have an ordinary face. - lt was you.
l don't forget a bod like you.
So we're going to tour around?
Whatever you like.
You wanted to, didn't you? For your work.
l don't have to tour for my work.
No.
l wanted to have a chat with you. A long chat.
- Privately. - With me?
There's nothing l can tell you. l'm just an ordinary boy.
l always write about ordinary people.
As l said on TV, the ordinary man is my central theme.
All of him.
Above...
...and below the belt.
Yes... you've been on TV, haven't you?
And on the radio and in the papers, sure.
- ls it true what they write? - What?
- All the goings on in the studios? - What do you mean?
About everyone screwing everyone.
What you read in the tabloids.
lt's even worse.
- l could tell you stories. - Tell me.
There's one bigwig when he throws a party...
...the neighbors secure their kids behind locks this big.
Kids six or seven years of age.
Girls, but boys too.
What do you think of that...
...little boys?
- Hello sir. Hi, Herman. - Adrienne...
Madam told me to clean up.
Won't you join us?
Funny bunny.
Tell me more, Gerard.
Later in the car.
- Coming? - Good morning.
- What the hell are you doing? - For later! You with a famous writer!
Who cares... Bye!
Now tell me, do these TV people go at it all the time?
They slow down in their 80's.
Can't we flnd a quiet place in the dunes? l'm a nature lover.
Ah, l like touring.
And are those showgirls an easy lay, too?
- You revel in such things, don't you? - l love sex.
Sure, but do you ever do anything about it?
l lay them by the dozen if need be. Don't you?
What do you think l did with Chrissy last night?
But Christine has often walked down the aisle.
Never had any luck. Take me to the studios some time.
Stupid bitoh!
Wait... stop!
Stop!!
You got something going with her?!
l saw that woman in a dream!
Ma'am!
Nothing, l guess.
Probably screwing on some tombstone.
l read about them: cemetery whores.
- Damn weather! - There!
We'll get soaked.
- That one's open! - ln that tomb?!
Dead men don't bite, only live ones do.
Do you want to get hit?
lt wouldn't be the flrst time.
- But you won't. - Won't l?
No.
Do you think l'll like it?
l'm gonna try...
Keep going, Gerard.
l saw you at the station...
...and your picture later on...
...such a beautiful boy.
l thought l've got to have him, even if it kills me.
l like your spiel...
...nobody's ever told me that before.
Spieling is my profession.
l kept lobbying with Christine... and hoping that you would come.
l like you going for me, Gerard.
l, dirty old man.
LOVlNG HUSBANDS OF CHRlSTlNE HALSLAG
- My God! - Hey, what's up?
Three dead!
Look at those urns!
l'll be damned!
Chrissy's family grave.
She had all three of them cremated.
A fourth and they can play bridge.
- Did you know they were dead? - Of course.
The whole town knows, and even pities her.
Pities her? She let them die, and l know how!
- Oh, come off it! - She had one crash with a parachute.
She fed one to the lions and sank the other at sea. Bet she didn't tell you!
Bullshit! One of them had to show off in the Safari Park...
...the second one's parachute didn't open and the third...
And who'll be the fourth?!
- Get your hands off me! - You or me! Get that?! One of us!
l don't get it. l'm stupid to get it Mr. Writer, sir.
l say be an ordinary plumber, but you, you're a raving lunatic!
That woman is deadly!
Three husbands, three dead bodies!
One of us will be the fourth, can't you see that?
Deadly?
You just want to scare me so l'll split!
So you'll have Chrissy for yourself and all her money! Forget it!
You can't rattle this boy, this boy's staying with Chrissy!
- You stay and you're dead! - Bullshit!
One of us will croak!
Scram!
Fine! l'll read the headlines about your death!
Raving lunatic!
- Get in! - No!
l'm leaving for Amsterdam!
Get in and l'll take you to the station.
Just don't take me anywhere near that woman.
Okay. She's mine then.
- Can't you pass them? - Grouch!
You're driving beside your own funeral, Herman.
Watoh out!
First him, doctor, flrst look at him.
Cover him, Ria.
Mr. de Vries... you're a doctor.
Mr. Reve! Calm down.
What a shame we have to meet here.
Tension gauge. Life takes strange turns.
l didn't know you were a doctor.
That's why matters of life and death interest me. Bloem!
Thinking of death l cannot sleep, remember?
How is he? How's Herman?
- He's in very bad shape. - Dead?
Yes.
A friend of yours? A relative?
The fourth man!
l told him but he wouldn't believe me.
Doctor, the liver.
Now Herman can go into a vase too, he can...
- Enlarged but intact. - Normal reflexes.
- She's done it again. - You've had a lucky escape.
But she's done it again...
...the fourth man.
She takes him like a spider...
...a spider also fucks her mate and then devours him... dead!
Quite a shock for you. Keep on talking, it'll settle you down.
She's a spider, a witoh. She leads men to ruin.
She seduced me with Herman's picture.
Who are you talking about?
About Christine, doctor.
Christine Halslag.
She's a witoh.
Everything checks. She even has a numb spot on her back...
...like the witohes in the middle ages.
lt all connects.
Keep on talking... about witohes.
She killed them all!
Don't scoff at the poor girl's misfortunes. l've known her for years.
Those were tragic accidents. Especially for her.
But these things happen!
Four accidents in a row is damn strange!
Use your head!
One plus one is still two!
Alright.
Then let me tell you how a physician sees you.
You turn a dead tourist into a giant with 30 grieving dwarfs.
You're a compulsive liar.
You lie the truth! l heard you say so!
l diagnose an enlarged liver due to mild alcoholism...
...and you're in shock.
Otherwise you're as healthy as a horse!
No! She fucks you and flnishes you off!
Okay, l'll go along with you.
He slept with her, you slept with her.
He is dead.
Why are you still alive?
- Because Mary helped me. - Mary?
Mary who?
Mary, the Mother of God.
She, in person...
...she helped me.
The woman in blue.
Mary helped you.
lt all checks, it does.
She was on the train, with the blood on that picture.
She wanted to warn me.
And later in the Beauty Salon...
...she was lying beside me.
"When you're warned, you must listen..."
And she was at the cemetery this morning.
Mary is with me.
Mary is among us.
Mary is among us... in Vlissingen?
l'm a Catholic myself, Mr. Reve.
l've got six kids and my third name is Maria...
...but that Mary would be among us in Vlissingen...
...to help you against Christine, beauty specialist and witoh!
Lie down!
There she is! The Godforsaken witoh!
Godforsaken witoh!
l'll kill you!
Nurse! lnjection! 10cc!
Mary...
Easy, it'll be alright.
Easy...
This one to the morgue, the other to neurology for now, Ria.
And your prognosis, doctor?
No alcohol, then prolonged psychiatric treatment.
l'll take him some time to collect his wits.
- Unless Mary helps him, of course. - Of course.
Rotten for you, Christine.
l got the fright of my life. Did you see him come after me?
Writers can do flne things...
...but when they crack up, they're a menace.
Here, dry your tears.
An emergency.
Sit down here, l'll phone you a cab.
l'll come back and tell you what Gerard said about you.
- Feeling sad? - Yes.
Where do you live?
Let me take you home, l'm going that way.
- No, they're getting me a cab. - That'll take ages. Come on.
- You wind surf? Any good at it? - Yes, out at sea and in the harbor.
- Among the big tankers. - lsn't that dangerous?
lt's child's play. Want me to teach you?
No, it's not my sort of thing, but l'll come and fllm you some time.
Oh, any time.