London Fields (TV Version)

Clairvoyant femme fatale Nicola Six has been living with a dark premonition of her impending death by murder. She begins a tangled love affair with three uniquely different men: one of whom she knows will be her murderer.
MAN 1: This is a true story,
but I can’t believe
it’s really happening.

It’s a murder story, too.
I can’t believe my luck.
And a love story,
of all strange things.

I know the murderer,
I know the murderee.
I know the time.
I know the place.
I know the motive
and I know the means.

I know who will be the foil,
the fool, and the poor foal.
I couldn’t stop them,
even if I wanted to.

You.
Always you.
(SIGHS)
MAN 1: You can’t stop people
once they start.

Please…
MAN 1: You can’t stop people
once they start creating.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
SAMSON: It all started
three weeks ago

when I flew in on
a red-eye from New York.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Nobody in their right mind
wants to come to London
right now.

They’re afraid the crisis is
going to reach a conclusion,

that everything’s
going to fall into chaos.

(SIRENS WAILING)
I thought I would be able to
find something to write about.

See, I write fiction
but my novels, um…

aren’t really fiction.
KEITH: You have
arrived at your destination.
You know, uh, not many
people rushin’ in
to merry ol’ London
town these days.
SAMSON: I answered a personal ad
in The New York Review of Books.
The celebrated writer,
Mark Asprey,

was offering up
his apartment for a swap.

He would have been
overwhelmed with responses

if it weren’t for the crisis.
Instead, poor Mark ended up
with my hole
in Hell’s Kitchen.

Well, fuck me.
And I got the keys to his
inspiring three-bedroom flat

-in the heart of London.
-(BEEP)
MARK: Mr. Samson Young.
Mr. Mark Asprey here.
Checking in to see
if you survived your
plane trip, mate.

Make yourself at home.
Do feel free, by the way,
to touch everything.

Everything in that place
has inspired a book

in some way,
or a million sales at least.

And I hope it does that
for you, I really do.

I’m sorry it’s not all finished.
You know, I’m refurbishing
the building

but this bloody
panic everywhere,

you just can’t get
all the stuff you need

no matter how much money
you throw at the problem.

I left a copy of my
third novel on the desk.

Crossbone Waters.
It never hurts to
reread the classics

for a spot of inspiration.
Your place is just phenomenal.
I had no idea
this would be so…

Wonderfully diminished.
As you know, my latest
character lives in
Hell’s Kitchen

and I think I might
make him even poorer.

It’s just going to be
delicious and I can’t
thank you enough.

Oh, I just hope
you enjoy yourself.

Hey, tiger.
Oh, yes.
I do hope you get a chance
to enjoy the mirrors.

(MARK LAUGHING) I do.
(MARK CHUCKLING)
Anyway, see you, mate.
(BEEP)
(CAR HORN HONKING)
SAMSON: If London’s a pub
and you want the whole story,

well, where do you go?
You go to a London pub.
Oi-oi!
Here he is. Samson Young.
My famous American friend.
-Now, here we got
my boy, Thelonius.
-Yeah, man.
Dean, Zbig, Zbig 2, Big Dred.
-Shakespeare.
-Shakespeare.
Norvis, Fucker…
Bogdan, Juniper…
Yeah, that’s Pepsi,
Pongo and God.
And my mate, Guy Clinch.
Nobility, he is.
Yeah, he’s like cousin
to the King or Queen
or something.
He had a bit of trouble
when he first come into
the Black Cross,
but I introduced him
to some faces
and now he’s got
a face all on his own.
Guy Clinch, Samson Young.
-Pleasure to meet you, Samson.
-Sam’s fine.
You know, Sam here
is newly arrived.
American. Writer.
-Huh? (CHUCKLES)
-(DOOR BANGS)
Well, fuck me.
-You all right, mon?
-Yeah, loan sharks.
Loan sharks?
GUY: Keith, you really
shouldn’t be doing that.
What? Eh? Every time
I borrowed money from you,
I paid you back, didn’t I?
Well, no. You’ve never
actually paid me back.
(EXHALES)
-Pleasure to meet you, Sam.
-Yeah, you too.
Yeah, listen. You don’t
loan money, do you, Sam, huh?
No, I’m just a broke writer.
Huh. Why should
they own me, right?
Yeah.
But I’m behind on me rent.
Two weeks.
Listen, I appreciate your
trust with me instincts.
Yeah, right.
KEITH: I had to borrow a pinch
from me old loan shark,

Kirk Stockist.
Trouble was, I already
owed a ton

for me darts training
and other expenses.

I recognize the stench
but not the face.
KEITH: So then I had to
borrow money from Ashley Royal

to pay the vig on Kirk’s loan.
You’ve got a week.
Then you suffer.
KEITH: Woulda been fine
had it not have been
for an unwise investment.

So now I gotta borrow money
from me old mate,
Chick Purchase.
Trouble was, there’s a bit
of bad blood between us.

You know something?
I’m actually ecstatic
to loan you as much as I can.
So that I can…you up
as hard as I can
when you don’t pay.
Don’t tickle me with that.
And, love…
it will not be over quickly.
And I promise,
you will not enjoy it.
(CHUCKLES)
So, my advice to you…
is to celebrate while you can,
go and drop a bit on a bird, eh?
KEITH: Now, all three
require payment,

immediate and in full.
(INDISTINCT)
Take care, love.
(CHEERING)
KEITH: You don’t play darts,
do you, sir?
I’ll give you lessons
if you like.
Darts…
is destiny.
(SAXOPHONE MUSIC PLAYING)
My God.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Do you have any
Gauloise cigarettes?
We don’t sell
French fags here, darling.
Carlyle!
Come here.
Right. Now.
Go and get this lady her
French snouts, will ya?
Poor grieving girl,
eh? (CHUCKLES)
Is the world against everything?
I’ve lived down the road
for over a year now,
and this is the first time
I’ve been in here.
Always wondered
what it was like.
Just never had the courage.
I suppose this is…
by way of having been at a wake?
Yeah. Weren’t family, was he?
Not anyone I knew very well.
Still. Does you credit.
No, shows respect, don’t it?
SAMSON: Here we are at
the event horizon of
a black hole.

Anything, including matter
and photons,

that pass this boundary
are unable to escape.

A black veil.
It’s ironic how becoming it is.
One never gets enough
opportunity to wear one.
People should die more often.
What’s your name, sweetheart?
Nicola Six.
What? Sex? Huh.
It’s S-I-X.
Thank you.
Now, huh.
(LAUGHS)
KEITH: An honor…
to service you.
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)
You all right?
Sorry.
Thank you.
I must be leaving now.
You’ve been very kind.
Keith…
You’re… You’re not, are you?
A girl like that?
A girl like what?
-Well…
-Mate, she’s dreaming of it.
Yeah, she’s begging for it.
She’s just been
to a funeral, Keith.
Well, then she’s praying for it.
SAMSON: With Keith and Guy,
I had two promising
story characters.

Two men forming
a social contrast.

But none of this would
have started without the girl.

There was no book
without the girl.

You know, they say
the first thing that
will go with the hot sun
will be the flowers.
Won’t be any more flowers.
KEITH: Now, I see
a girl like you.
You know, bit of a beauty.
Head in the clouds, as such.
Now, me? I’m Handy Andy.
You know, I’m Mr. Fixit.
KEITH: So what’s your
phone number, Nick?
Of all things, she lives
in my building.
Remarkable.
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
SAMSON: The pain kit from
Dr. Slizzard arrived
in good time.

Like a box of candy.
Why can’t I do it?
Why can’t I just write?
(WIND HOWLING)
(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)
(THUDDING)
(THUDDING CONTINUES)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
From the moment Nicola’s
thoughts began
to be consecutive,

she knew two strange things.
NICOLA: I’ve always known
what was going to happen next.

SAMSON: The second was that
she must never tell anyone
about the first.

Hers was a specific
kind of fortune telling.

Nicola saw the death of
many, many things.

She knew her young friend
Dominique would fall to
her death.

NICOLA: How painful. I was
prepared for Mom and Dad.

SAMSON: She knew her parents
would die in a plane crash.

NICOLA: They both died,
together,

as I always knew they would.
SAMSON: So why love anyone?
NICOLA: I met the surviving
pilot and slept with him.

If the crash didn’t
kill him, love would.

SAMSON: She saw the circles
of concentric devastation

with London like a bull’s-eye
in the center of the board.

She knew that was coming.
Nicola knew when her own
story ended, too.

Some minutes after midnight,
on her 30th birthday.
Guy Fawkes Day.
Her final entry.
“In the Black Cross Pub.”
NICOLA: I found my murderer.
SAMSON: “I found my murderer.”
NICOLA: I met him.
“Today.”
(DOOR BELL RINGS)
NICOLA: Yes?
Oh, hello. Uh, my name
is Samson Young.
I live downstairs.
Um…
(DOOR CLOSES)
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
Are you gonna sit down?
Thank you. (CLEARS THROAT)
Okay.
So I, uh, I read everything.
Look…
I’m a writer.
Anything I might know?
I seriously doubt it.
Listen. I believe
your premonitions.
I believe you see your death.
So who’s going to kill you?
I don’t know.
I just know he was
there yesterday.
I’ve always wanted to write
a murder novel but I…
was never close
enough to it. I…
Um… I believe
I would have to be there,
recording it.
Would you let me do that?
I think you could be
my masterpiece.
Yes.
I know what you’re thinking.
It’s a gift.
And I’m going to take it.
Regardless.
SAMSON: She was
a great character.

A fascinating creature.
Compelling.
Self-destructive.
I had the makings of
a really snappy little thriller.

She entered the Black Cross.
She entered the pub
and its murk.

She lifted her veil with
both hands like a bride.

Surveyed the main actors
of the scene,

and immediately
she knew, with pain,

within intense recognition,
that she had found him,
her murderer.

I just had a deja vu.
SAMSON: Nicola awoke
and heard the rain

and went back to sleep again.
Or she tried.
(PHONE RINGING)
(BEEP)
NICOLA: (ON RECORDING)
I want more of that
Mark Asprey.

That’s what I want more of.
Not to be greedy, my love.
But you cannot expect
a girl to go gentle into
that good night

after having received such
an otherworldly…

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MOANING)
(MOANING CONTINUES)
(KNOCKING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Come in.
Mr. Handy Andy.
Are you famous?
Everyone has their dreams.
You want a drink or something?
No, not for me, darling.
Work before pleasure, innit?
But you’re already quite
drunk, aren’t you, Keith?
KEITH: Fuck me. (BELCHES)
SAMSON: Keith… belches.
Ow!
KEITH: Fuck it!
Me…darts thumb.
Look. Look, I know
the knockers take the piss out
of the sport these days.
But I happen to have
reached the last 32
in the Duoshare Sparrow Masters.
You know, one more win
and Keith Talent here
will be televised.
-You’re dripping blood.
-Eh? Oh.
Let me see.
Are you married?
No.
(GROANS) Well, me wife
thinks she is. (CHUCKLES)
How about children?
Oh, no. No, no, no. God, no.
Yeah, a little girl we got.
Princess. Lovely, she is.
What about you, eh?
NICOLA: You know what
babies do, Keith, don’t you?

They ruin your figure.
And one other thing.
The man you introduced me to
the other day
at the Black Cross,
the posh one?
Oh, yeah.
-Guy Clinch?
-I’d like to meet him.
You could arrange that,
couldn’t you?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Have Guy call.
And do it now, please.
Is it gonna be Keith?
Well, he’s kind of an animal
presence, wouldn’t you say?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
I bet he’s an animal in bed.
But animals can be trained.
Can’t they?
You know, I went
round that Nicky’s house.
You know, Nicola.
The one in the veil
in the Black Cross.
-Right.
-Now, I thought she
might want seeing to.
What, you mean her flat?
Don’t be daft.
Here.
(SIGHS)
No, she’s a funny one, that one.
One minute she’s
coming on dead tasty.
And then the next minute
she’s Lady Muck.
So, did…
Did anything happen?
Nah…really.
I took my leave, and
she’s asking about you.
The…
-About me?
-Yeah.
Wants you to phone her.
How, uh…
How exactly does she
require my help?
Don’t ask me, mate.
Maybe she likes her own sort.
I’m going to take a nap.
-Hello.
-Do you mind?
(KEITH CHUCKLES)
Oh, yes.
Smashing wife.
Smashing wife.
NICOLA: Find out
how much Keith owes…

and take care of it.
You know, I told Keith
to have Guy call me.
(EXHALES) I’m sure he will.
Keith. I couldn’t ask you
a favor, could I?
To look after the child
for 20 minutes. It’s my shift.
Of course, I can. Ah.
Oh, no. I love the little one.
What you doing?
You having a little war
on words, are you?
I got a book here
you might like.
NICOLA: You know, Guy seemed
so sweet and gentle.

-You know, he might be
capable of loving me.
-(PHONE RINGS)
It’s Guy Clinch.
Is Nicola Six there, please?
NICOLA: Speaking.
I’m not disturbing you
at all, am I?

No, no, not at all.
I’d like your help.
If it wouldn’t be too much
out of your way.
-Do you think we could meet?
-(THUNDER RUMBLES)
SAMSON: She’s setting up
the oldest conflict in
the world.

Two men. One woman.
Someone dies.
Guy Clinch.
When he woke up in the morning
there was no life.

So life could loom up
on him at any moment.

So, just when things were
starting to finally open up
between my parents and I,
they died in a plane crash.
Oh, my God.
I’m sorry, Nicola.
Thank you.
That’s when I joined
the convent.
They sent me to work in India
where I, uh, worked in
an orphanage there.
Wow.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Hmm.
I take it you’re married?
Yes. Yeah. Nine years now.
You must be a romantic.
-Like me.
-Funny though…
Romantic life never
quite matches up…
somehow.
Still, one must
never give up hope.
There was something
I wanted to ask you.
Yeah, of course.
So when I was in the orphanage,
I was friends with
a little Burmese girl.
She was a few years
younger than me.
We were like sisters.
And I promised her one day
we would live together.
That I’d get her out.
But when I returned,
I found out that
she’d been adopted
by a Saudi businessman.
Right.
She had his son.
God.
And when he washed
his hands of her
she was repatriated
back to Burma.
Now she’s not even
allowed back into England.
-It’s just such a mess.
-Yeah.
I just figured you were
the sort of person
who might know someone.
Higher up.
Of course. Yeah, yeah.
I can… I can…
I can definitely try.
(SIGHS)
Her name is Enola Gay.
And her son is simply known as
Little Boy.
Right.
Sorry, er…
Enola Gay, is it?
That’s it. Nothing else.
Little Boy.
Yeah.
SAMSON: All I know for sure
is the last scene.

The car, the car tool,
the murderer waiting in his car.
The murderee
walking towards him.

But I don’t know
how to get to
the dead-end street.

(ENGINE STARTS)
Was that the car?
Guy is just so sweet.
So, it’s gonna be Guy.
Well, it’s his car,
and he’s falling in love.
It normally ends very badly
with me.
SAMSON: Guy Clinch
was a good guy.

Or a nice one, anyway.
He worked
for the family business,
trying to keep tabs

on the proliferating hydra
of Clinch money.

Guy wanted for nothing
and lacked everything.

Guy had money,
health, handsomeness,

and he was lifeless.
Nice joint you got here. Yeah.
For years, he’d been trying
to have a child
with his wife, Hope.

(YELLING)
Excuse me.
SAMSON: They used to worry
about the kind of world

they were bringing
their child into.

-(GRUNTS)
-(YELLS)
(SHOUTING)
But when their prayers
were answered,

they worried
about what kind of child

they were bringing
into the world.

Guy always thought it was
life he was looking for.

But it must have been death.
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
Keith, I’ve been waiting
for you all morning.
Would you take Kim
for a bit, please?
Nah, love…
Look, I’m…busy, all right?
I got me darts class to teach.
She’s got the hiccups
and I’m feeling a bit dizzy.
Why, what’s the matter with you?
-Eh?
-Please.
Here, come here.
Eh? Come here, you.
I’m a dart.
What kind of dart am I?
You’re the finisher.
Yeah, that’s right.
What does a finishing dart do?
Bullseye.
You’re a little angel, you are.
Come on.
Premium shot, Samson.
Imagine the dart’s like a pen.
Write a love letter
to treble 13.
Sealed with a kiss.
Guy Fawkes Day’s
coming up, Keith.
Here, darling.
You know what happened
to him, right?
No?
Oh.
Then today is your lucky day.
‘Cause I’m like
a…historian, ain’t I?
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi.
He was hung, drawn,
and quartered.
And I know this might
sound unpleasant.
But I might just have to…
Guy Fawkes you.
I thought he was burned.
If they burned him,
he was already dead,
weren’t he?
Know what I mean?
Ashes to ashes, like,
dust to dust.
What?
It’s…dirt and worms, mate.
It’s…dirt and worms.
Ooh.
One more thing.
I bought out all your debts.
So, no-one left to borrow from.
She’s lovely. The little girl.
SAMSON: I decided to send
the first three chapters

to my long-time publisher,
Missy Harter.

I knew Missy.
It was right up her alley.

Callous and sensational.
She wouldn’t be able to resist.
The normal accepted laws
of writing
are working backwards.

What started out
as reality fiction

is becoming more and more
unvarnished reality.

I have to keep reminding myself
that this is a story.

I’m writing a story.
If I can just get
the balance right.

501 up.
It’s the Texas Hold’em of darts.
The rules are pretty simple.
You have to score
exactly 501 points.

You go over, you bust.
MAN: Play the game!
SAMSON: That’s about it.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(CHEERING)
(INAUDIBLE)
(WHISPERS)
KEITH: The Black Cross Pub!
Tossing them out one by one!
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
Excuse me.
Not afraid?
SAMSON: Nicola used to think
that she might be saved by love.

But it never happened.
She could make a man feel
he was, at last, really living.

She could attract it.
She could bring love in.
-KEITH: Nicola.
-Couldn’t send love out.

Coming.
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
Do you know the origin
of the word “bikini,” Keith?
You what?
Bikini, it’s from
the Bikini atoll in the Pacific,
where the US conducted
atomic bomb tests.
I know all about
your money trouble, Keith.
And very soon,
I’m gonna give you
a lot of money.
Oh, I wanna believe
that you will.
(SNIFFS)
Guy is supporting
a foreigner and her son
in their efforts
to escape Burma.
Very oppressed people.
Poor, unfortunate, really.
And you, Keith, can get 30,000
just for setting things up.
(DOORBELL BUZZES)
Nicola, I have some, er,
some rather bad news.
I thought that… Hello?
It’s coming.
This is just a little…
to start you off.
Oh, Nicky.
Do you know what
that looks like?
A gun barrel in a holster?
(SNIFFS)
Exactly.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
You can have the money
if you don’t touch.
The qualities
of patience and coolness
that I imagine you apply
to your darts, Keith,
apply to me.
Nicola?
(GROANS)
You’ll find with me,
when it rains, it pours.
And when it pours,
I get rather wet.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(GRUNTS AND SNIFFS)
-Take this.
-(CLEARS THROAT)
And this. You don’t
have to do anything nasty
with it, Keith. Just props.
For Guy.
-Now, leave my flat.
-(CHUCKLES)
Hello, mate.
Hello, Keith.
Nicola?
Sorry. I was just changing.
Oh, right.
It’s lovely to see you.
Look, er…
Some bad news.
I made some calls. Um…
But I didn’t come up
with anything in Burma.
I’m sorry.
I’m not gonna stop trying.
I haven’t given up.
Well, yet.
Seems a bit stupid now, but I…
I bought you a gift. Er…
It’s hardly a consolation prize,
but I thought it’d be…
something to cheer you up.
It’s a…
It’s a globe.
Obviously.
There’s Burma.
Would you do me a favor?
Yes, of course.
Would you please take these
to a jewelry store for me
and sell them?
I’m sure they’ll
just take advantage of me
if I try to do it myself.
They were my grandmother’s.
I don’t know how much
they’re worth
but I think it should be enough
to get me a plane ticket.
It’s just that I got a call
from my Foreign Office
friend yesterday
and he’s going to come
into London to talk to me.
He’s found Enola and Little Boy,
but there are warlords
and all sorts
of complications,
and they need to be paid
in order to get out and…
-I don’t know what else to do.
-It’s all right, it’s all right.
I think I should come with you,
all right? It’ll be safer.
I promised my friend
I would be alone.
Well, in that case,
I’ll come but I’ll keep
at a distance. All right?
Look.
I’m gonna
take care of everything.
Everything from here on in.
You really are a good person.
Yeah.
Let’s put these back
where they belong, shall we?
-(INHALES SHARPLY)
-Oh, I’m sorry.
-I’m sorry.
-I’m sorry.
Mimi’s mother’s very sick
and we have to go to Hong Kong.
She would very much like
to clean for you
when we get back.
Don’t worry.
I understand completely.
-Here’s a cheque.
-Thank you.
I’m sorry the last one bounced.
Looks trustworthy.
What was his, er…
What was his estimate?
Sixty thousand.
Sixty thousand?
Right.
Can you find out whether
it’s in pounds or dollars
or kyat, I think.
I’m so sorry to bring you
into all of this.
No, no, it’s…
It’s gratifying for me
to help, do you understand?
We’re gonna save them.
Enola and her Little Boy.
It’s pounds.
Right. Of course.
I better get back to him.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Things are the way they are.
What am I supposed to do,
try and stop it?
Exactly. That’s what
you should do. Stop it and live.
NICOLA: Everyone has
their dreams, don’t they?

SAMSON: People kill
for a lot of reasons.

NICOLA: My murderer is not gonna
be a standard issue thrill kill.

SAMSON: Pull it off and live.
NICOLA: It’s fixed.
SAMSON: If you know
you’re going to die,

why don’t you just skip town?
NICOLA: That wouldn’t stop it.
It wouldn’t change anything.
I’m just playing my part.
Beginner’s luck.

(GRUNTING)
I always knew I’d be killed
over an affair of the heart.
Passion, love… You know.
You shouldn’t kiss me.
Fine.
SAMSON: Nicola purposely
showed up late

to her dinner with Keith.
(INDIAN MUSIC PLAYING)
Akbar!
Get her a…menu, will you?
Double gin and tonic, please.
SAMSON: “I’m on a special diet.”
No food.
Is there a good reason
why you’re late?
Did you dress up for me?
You look so handsome.
You remind me of the king
of Saudi Arabia.
SAMSON: “I once slept,”
she said, “experimentally,

“with the king of Saudi Arabia.”
He had his men
search the entire world
for the most beautiful
women alive.
People do want
value for their money.
Don’t they, Keith?
Yeah, absolutely.
Absolutely they do.
The thing about the king was…
SAMSON: “The king never slept
with the same…”

…same woman twice.
When I was brought to his room,
he laid out two lines
of the finest cocaine.
NICOLA: When I was
brought to his room,

he laid out
the most miraculous panties.
-SAMSON: “Knickers.”
-Knickers.
-SAMSON: “Worth a fortune.”
-…fortune.
They were absolutely weightless.
Six weeks later,
there was a revolution,
and the king was dead
within a year.
And soon, Keith,
you’ll be king, too.
If London is a spider web,
maybe I’m the fly.
Did you write that? In my book?
Mmm-hmm.
To tell you the truth,
I feel pretty good
about my writing right now.
I think I’m doing
the best work of my life.
I picked up your book.
Memoirs of a Listener.
Yeah, let’s change
the subject. How about that?
I’m not one of your
one-dimensional
characters, Sam.
You’ve got to get that.
I’m pretty worried
that the critics
are gonna call you
a male fantasy figure.
I know your secret.
You do?
And what is it?
I’ll race you
to the finish line.
Correction.
You go first, I go second.
Remember, I have to write it.
SAMSON: I’m not in love
with her.

Something intertwines us
but it isn’t love.

With Nicola,
it’s the other thing.

It’s death.
There’s no language
for pain except bad language.

The single pill in the bottle.
That’s for when the living
will envy the dead.

That’s for the most
painful condition of all.

Life.
(BEEPS)
MARK: Hello, mate. Mark.
Um… I finished your
book, and er,

I’ve got to say
I so admire your nerve.

The endless contortions
of your prose,

so brave.
You know, an autobiography
is, uh, most of the time,

just success stories.
For a man to take up his pen
and tell a story of

continual failure.
Just so bloody brave.

Sales, success, and money
and acclaim,

they’re not the measure
of an artist.

No, really, well done, mate.
(BEEPS)
(PHONE RINGS)
-GUY: Hello?
-NICOLA: Guy?
I’m sorry
but I can’t see you anymore.
It’s just too hard for me.
I just don’t trust myself
when I’m with you.
-This has to be goodbye.
-Nicola, you can’t.
You can’t. It’s not fair.
I could never accept your money.
And please, don’t worry
about my friends in need.

Nicola, stop it.
All right? Stop it.
You have to let me help you.
-Sorry. Goodbye.
-Nicola.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(DOOR OPENS)
-NICOLA: Keith.
-KEITH: I’m desperate.
Where’s the…money…
in that?
Are you doing me, young lady?
Huh?
Are you having me for a…
‘Cause I’m not having that.
-Keith.
-I’m not having that.
NICOLA: The money is coming,
trust me.

I’m very good at this.
Go and see Guy.
Tell him this.
Tell him I’m pale and drawn
and pining away.
And that I sit, staring
at the beautiful globe,
crying, and that
I’m selling off all my things.
Get out.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Hello, Keith.
Now, listen, mate,
I just popped round Nicola’s,
and between you and me,
it don’t look too shrewd, mate.
Yeah, says to me,
“Don’t fix this.
“Don’t fix that.
It’s not important.
“What’s the point?
There’s no point.”
Says she’s leaving London.
Goin’ to some place with poppies
and drug lords or something.
You don’t think
she’s gonna do that…
All this, mate, it’s too much.
I’ve never seen her so down.
You know? She just sits there,
spinning that little
globe thing.
As though she’s been having
a bit of a cry.
I’m worried she might
do herself an injury.
I had a chill
run through me today.
It’s the feeling
of life leaving me.
My breath was shallow
and my heartbeat
was really faint.
I guess I’m quitting,
whether I like it or not.
But goddammit, I can’t go yet.
I still don’t know who you are.
But you know me.
It’s in my diaries.
I know you’re beautiful.
And that the entire world
falls into you
and does anything you want.
I mean, look at me.
And look at you.
I have no idea what it’s like.
I can’t imagine it.
You just don’t understand.
Look at me.
Really?
Look at me.
No, it…
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(DOOR OPENS)
GUY: As you don’t have any
living family member
to advise you,
I can’t allow you to do this.
-What’s this?
-Nothing.
You’re leaving tomorrow?
-I can’t let you do that.
-I’m sorry, Guy.
It’s a bloody good thing
you did, all right,
because I’m absolutely furious.
You have to take this money,
all right? You have to.
-I couldn’t.
-You have to.
I couldn’t.
SAMSON: As a little girl,
Nicola did have a best friend

named Enola Gay.
They were inseparable.

Enola shared in
all of Nicola’s schemes

and domestic terrorism.
But the thing about Enola was

she came from inside the head
of Nicola Six.

It’s too much for me.
It’s too much for me.
SAMSON: She didn’t exist,
so she couldn’t die.

♪ Everything, even life
♪ Seems to be made of
♪ Particles
♪ Mathematically the state of
♪ These particles cannot
♪ Be described
♪ By six numbers
♪ Their position and velocity
♪ But by a wave function
♪ Giving them properties
♪ Both the particles
♪ They exist or they don’t
♪ And they can be
♪ In several places at once ♪
Nicola.
Please stop.
Stop it.
Stop it.
You know it has to…
It has to happen
at least once.
You see, I can’t.
I can.
SAMSON: (WHISPERING) Be still.
Be still.
Close your eyes.
(PANTING)
How do you feel
about me? Truthfully.
The truth is you’re a bad dream.
I keep thinking I’ll wake up
and you’ll disappear.
You’re so alone, Sam.
Why am I the only person
with you?
People don’t like
to see life fading away.
WOMAN: (ON TV)
It’s a once in a lifetime…

(CHIMING)
(COUGHING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-(DOOR OPENS)
-KATH: Yes?
FEMALE SOCIAL WORKER:
Good afternoon.
I’m your new social worker.
-KATH: Where’s Mrs. Ovens?
-SOCIAL WORKER: Is your husband
at home at the moment?
KATH: Yes. He’s not been
very well though. He’s…
SOCIAL WORKER: I’m sure
you’re aware of the dangers
of passive smoking?
I’ve been passively smoking
for years
and it hasn’t done me any harm.
-SOCIAL WORKER: I’m afraid
I might have to seek an order.
-Order? What?
I know we haven’t got
what some do, but we are trying.
Yeah, you tell her, Kath.
-You come in here…
-SOCIAL WORKER:
You haven’t got any money.
Certainly not enough
for proper care.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do
for my daughter!
-SOCIAL WORKER: My God.
Do you abuse your daughter?
-(DOG BARKING)
-SOCIAL WORKER: And I can’t say
I like the look of that dog.
Oi! No-one talks
about my dog like that!
KATH: You…out of it!
What kind of care
do you give people
from an office?
Get out you evil witch!
-Get the fuck out!
-Good day.
You don’t let her touch you.
You are who you are. All right?
You know I’m gonna…kill you,
don’t you?
Shall we say 8:00?
SAMSON: This is London,
there are no fields,

only fields of operation
and observation.

Sorry?
I didn’t say anything.
(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)
SAMSON: The human being
can formulate
a strategy for death.

Gentle or defiant.
But then death
moves in completely

and decides to run
the show at some point
near the end.

Nicola wasn’t
having any of that.

She would be running things
right up to
the very last second.

NICOLA: You know,
I’m looking forward
to the eclipse.
It’s on my birthday.
No, no, no, no, no.
You shouldn’t
have come to my place.
Never should have done that.
Now I know why.
You didn’t want me
to see how you live.
You live like a pig.
That is so…out of order!
£60,000.
That’s more than you need
so that you could take care
of all your other troubles
and clear your mind,
for what’s really important.
The big one.
-The big one.
-Yes.
-TV stardom.
-Televised?
See, that’s where you belong.
That is where everything
that you want is.
Including me.
All right?
You can have a taste now.
-(GROANS)
-I said a taste.
A taste.
Now go home.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, back in the game.
The finisher!
You’re quite
the ballerina, Keith.
(GRUNTS)
Chick.
Not-so-nice things
are gonna happen
to you in here.
KEITH: Hey, listen.
There’s no need for that.
Look… Look…
Look, I got the money.
Look. It’s right there.
I even got extra for ya.
-There’s even extra in there.
-Go on, love. Have a look.
-CHICK: Extra?
-Yeah.
-CHICK: Count it.
-It’s all there.
What?
-You’re a smart man.
-(TOOLS CLATTER)
You’re a smart…man
to bring extra.
Read all about it. (CHUCKLES)
I’m…proud of you.
Go on, son. Have it.
-Have a bang on that…take it!
-(INHALES)
KEITH: I feel like
I owe you an apology.

(INHALES)
CHICK: I want to see
a man who can handle
his fucking drugs.
Don’t disappoint.
-I really need a hug.
-CHICK: A hug?
Ha-ha! Ha-ha!
-‘Cause the…floor’s…
-Want me to hold you?
KEITH: You looked
after me, didn’t you?
CHICK: I’ll tell you why.
You’re such a sweet,
sweet…boy.
-Chick, Chick, Chick.
-Look at me. Look at me.
-There’s no-one else here.
-What?
It’s just you and me, man.
Go on, open your eyes.
-I got the…money.
-CHICK: Open your eyes.
-KEITH: God. I had a bag
of money.
-Where you want it?
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALL CHEERING)
ANNOUNCER: It’s the sort
of darts

that Robin Hood
would be proud of.

(CROWD CHEERING)
I understand that in years past
you threw number three
for the pub, Keith.
Then boof! Here you are
on a winning streak,
a contender for the throne.
Yeah, that’s right.
It’s very sweet, Tony.
You know, uh, the pub’s
two top darters
Duane Kensal and Alex O’Boye,
were defeated
by me very recently.
So the Duoshare comes round,
and, you know, it’s given
me game a spirit, like.
You see, I’m oozing confidence.
May Lady Luck smile
on you, Keith.
(CHEERING)
ANNOUNCER: There’s something
about Keith when
he’s in this mood.

He’s so confident.
He’s got talent, sure,

but that swagger,
how long can he keep it?

And how far will it take him?
(CHEERING)
(GROWLS)
Some say there’s gonna be
a Chick Purchase rendezvous
a la darts.

-…him.
-Oh.
(LAUGH NERVOUSLY)
We apologize sincerely
for the language.

(PHONE RINGS)
-(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
-MARK: I cannot believe
it has taken me this long

to realize why I felt
so strange in your place,

and it’s because
I’ve kind of done this.

I could’ve been you before.
It’s a character
I wrote in my third novel,

Crossbone Waters.
And for all intents
and purposes,
it was you.

I mean, I cut him in the end.
The character was just too,
too depressing.

Just couldn’t find
any truth in him.

You’re not frightened
to face the truth,
are you, Samson?

Don’t be. It doesn’t serve you.
It won’t help. Anyway,
who am I to give advice?

Just ’cause I’ve sold
a few more books than you.

What do I know
about life and art?

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
Some say there’s gonna be
a Chick Purchase rendezvous
a la darts.

I ain’t playing the board,
know what I mean?
Oh. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
(ALARM BLARING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Do you remember
what it feels like
to be punished?
Come here.
(JAMAICAN ACCENT)
Oh, you know Keith
has another one now?
-Really?
-Yeah, oh, yeah.
Just around da corner.
The rich one.
You know the one I mean.
He doing her arse off
every night.
Dark personality bitch.
What do you mean
I know the one?
I’m innocent.
(GROANS)
See, I know you covet the bitch,
but she is his.
Keith is a slayer.
And one more thing,
she pays him for it.
-What?
-Mmm. Keith is her toy boy.
No, she has nothing
to do with Keith
like that.
Don’t be a fool now, man.
You follow the darts?
Nicola. It is the one.
(BOTH MOANING)
“I was the only one
whoever mattered.
“M.A.”
(ROARS)
(YELLING)
Nicola, you’ve killed me.
(GRUNTING)
Another writer.
-GUY: What happened
to your apartment?
-An accident.
Do you want to sit down?
What’s wrong?
KEITH: Yeah,
I’ll tell you what, Nicky.
I’m not gonna
wash that for a month.
Pure filth, that was.
I’m sorry, I almost forgot
you were even here.
Keith.
Hey, I’ll tell you what.
I’ll let me self out, shall I?
NICOLA: Thank you.
Goodnight, Keith.
So, tell me…
I’m so sorry, but…
-What were you saying?
-Is he… Is he here
all the time?
-I teach him.
-You…
You… You teach him.
I don’t understand.
I mean, it’s not
that he’s illiterate, exactly.
I mean, he’s really
picking up on it.
He’s doing
great actually, but…
You know, I gave him his first
copy of Wuthering Heights
the other day.
-Just the other day.
-Hold on one second.
Has he ever…
Has he ever
done anything to you?
-What do you mean?
-Has he ever
tried to…you?
How could you even ask me that?
I’m sorry, all right.
I’m so sorry. I just…
I’m sorry. I don’t know
what came over me.
All right. I was just
being jealous. That’s it.
Nicola. Nicola.
It’s because I love you.
That’s why.
I love you.
I love you.
GUY: I just want
to protect you. I love you.

NICOLA: I want you
to have the keys to my flat.

-(KEYS JINGLING)
-GUY: Thank you.
I’ll be right back.
Hi.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Hello.
It’s okay.
-May I touch?
-Yes, please.
(SIGHS)
It’s like a rock.
Yes.
SAMSON: The kiss of death…
Wait, wait, wait, wait…
SAMSON: Poisons and paralyses.
There’s something
I haven’t told you.
What?
I’m a virgin.
Right. Okay.
Well, that’s okay.
Do you… Do you want to stop?
Do you think we should stop.
No, no, it’s okay.
(GASPS)
Oh, my God.
(GUY BREATHING HEAVILY)
SAMSON: Nicola often
found herself imagining

that she was going out with God.
She had slept with him once.
And once only. Then never again.
God cried in the street
outside her flat.

God got Shakespeare
and Dante working as a team
to write her poems.

Of course, there was
another man in Nicola’s life.

The Devil.
Nicola gave herself to the Devil
because she wanted
to make God mad.

A jealous God.
He threatened
to wash his hands
of the whole planet.

He promised plague
and famine and terror.

He threatened to make her old
and keep her that way forever.

Nicola told him to get lost.
-NICOLA: Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait…
-(BREATHLESSLY) What, what?
-I just realized
something’s terribly wrong.
-What, what, what, what?
There’s something
you have to do first.
You want me to leave my wife?
I’ll leave my wife.
I’ll do it. That’s fine.
-No, no, no, no.
-What, what, what?
I don’t want you to leave her.
I want you to tell her.
It’s bad enough
what we’re doing.
It could harm her more
if she doesn’t know.
You want me to…
-Okay?
-You want me to…
-You want me to tell my wife?
-Okay?
Okay. Okay, that’s fine.
Okay, that’s fine.
Okay.
Okay, that’s fine.
It’s okay.
MARK: Samson, Mark.
Talk to your neighbors.
Get in there, I would.

Well, I did. (CHUCKLES)
SAMSON: This was
the 5th of November.

This was horror day.
I wasn’t in love with Nicola.
Something intertwined us,
but it wasn’t love.

With Nicola
it was the other thing.

Death.
(SIGHS)
Happy birthday.
(CLOSES BOX)
Did he, uh…
Did he love you?
Did Mark write about you?
He was afraid of me.
He found a way to escape.
Without the story.
Without being in the story.
This is the dress of my dreams.
NEWSCASTER: Unofficial
declaration of war. A nuclear…

Where the undefeated
Chick Purchase

will play the eighth seed,
Keith Talent,
in the Black Cross Pub.

Good luck, Keith.
You’ll need it.

GUY: Probably sound more
dramatic than it really is
I expect but…
There’s someone else.
It seems to me
that there’s been a need
to redefine our relationship.
(GRUNTS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
You should have lied about it.
Would you like to know
how the story ends?
Or you could always imagine
whatever you want to.
No matter what’s going on
in the world
you can always imagine
anything you like,
and it’ll make you happy. Okay?
-Package for you, sir.
-Thank you.
-Okay, so where’s
the actual pub?
-Pub?
You know,
where’s the crowd
and the birds, and that?
We use cutaways
and just slug in fake audience
reaction shots later.
There’s never anybody here.
What you see at home
is 100 percent TV magic.
SAMSON: Love is blind.
But it makes you see
a blind man.

It makes you search him out
with eyes of love.

After years of war
and revolution,

dreams and imagination,
love is a big idea.
It’s thought police.
It’s a knock on the door
at 3:00 a.m.

Love makes you bring
on World War Three
for a piece of ass.

Enola Gay was
the plane that flew
the mission to Hiroshima.

The pilot named the aircraft
after his mother.

He was once her little boy.
But Little Boy was the name
of the atom bomb.

It killed 50,000 people
in 120 seconds.

(GRUNTS)
Ah, there’s Chick.
TONY: You certainly gotta
respect his style.
Well, he’s got some nick,
and he’s got the pull.
Yeah, who’s that with him?
TONY: It’s Julian Neat.
Agent to the darting stars.
As always,
looking fabulous, Chick!
CHICK: Thanks ever so much.
KEITH: Hey, baby girl,
eh. (KISSES)
Oh, Chick, mate.
Listen, let’s say we forget
any past unpleasantries, eh?
What is a stunner
of this stature doing
with a…trog like you?
Eh?
Seriously! The mind boggles.
What is it, narcissistic
personality disorder or…
Ah, got it.
Likes to be watched. Eh?
I love to be watched.
I would too, if I was her.
Innit, Keithy? Or is it not?
Okay, you lot.
Pre-match interview.
In five, four, three, two, one.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
A real treat
in store for you
this evening.
To my right, the one and only
Chick “Cock ‘o
the Walk” Purchase.
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
And to my left, Keith Talent.
-So…
-It’s Keith Talent,
“The Finisher.”
Right. Chick?
To be quite frank,
I just hope it’s not too
one-sided really, you know.
For the sake of the sport,
for the sake of darts, like.
For Queen and country really.
Got it. Brilliant. Thanks, lads.
30 seconds, yeah?
CHICK: Looking a bit out
of sorts, Keith.
ANNOUNCER: Keith Talent,
the young upstart

from the Black Cross
will throw first.

That’s a fine start
from Keith. He’s come
in with a ton 40.

But what does the maestro have?
What a star he is.
Whoa! You can say
you don’t believe it,
but there we go.

That’s how to start
a game of darts.

MAN IN CROWD: Get on with it.
ANNOUNCER: There’s one.
There’s two.

-(NICOLA GIGGLES)
-And Chick is…
What’s Chick doing?

He’s toying with him.
You’re bad.
What a shock.
Oh! That is a schoolboy error.
This is man against boy,
this is boy
against man.
(LAUGHS)
Whip line throw from Purchase.
Get your darts out.
(MAN LAUGHING)
ANNOUNCER: Can he keep it
together on the
biggest stage of his life?

Well, he’s getting
a bit finished off here.

I’m not sure
he’s really concentrating.

I’m not sure his mind’s here.
He’s responded remarkably well.
That treble 20
to start off the leg.

-Nicola.
-I have.
-Nicola.
-What?
I think you
should come home
with me now.
Please.
Nicola.
I think you should
come home with me.
Oh, don’t be ridiculous.
Come with me!
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi.
KEITH: (SHOUTING) Hey,
don’t be a…
-CHICK: (INDISTINCT)
-Hey, don’t be a…
Hey, it’s game over, mate.
Yeah, yeah.
It’s…game over.
Please, all right?
She’s coming home with me.
She’s coming home with me.
Yeah, for more of what she
got last night. (LAUGHS)
Fuck off.
(KISSES)
Yeah. Ain’t that right,
girl. Eh?
Hardly.
ANNOUNCER: Keith,
are you with us?

(DISTORTED PLANE SOUNDS)
SAMSON: Of all the forces,
love is the strangest.

Love can make a woman
pick up a bus,

or can crush a man
under the weight of a feather.

Or it just lets everything
go on as if it was yesterday,

and will be tomorrow.
MARK: Samson, Mark.
Slightly in my cups,
so I’m gonna say some
uncomfortable things tonight.

I know you’re envious
on some level of me.

Many levels, probably.
And I can’t blame you.

But here’s the thing.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter
what anyone writes anymore.

The time for it mattering
has passed.

Truth doesn’t matter anymore,
and is not wanted.
Lower the flag, mate.
Anyway.
-See ya.
-(MACHINE BEEPS)
Keith!
I’m gonna do her.
I’m gonna…do her.
Look what she’s done to me!
-Look what she’s done to me!
-Oh, you want some?
Oh, you…want some, do ya?
Come on. Eh?
Come on then! Come on then!
(GRUNTING)
(GROWLS)
(SPITS)
(GROANS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SNARLS)
-I lost it.
-I know.
(SOBS) I lost it. I lost it.
SAMSON: Could you take him
to Thatcher Tower,
Golborne Road.
If you could help him upstairs,
please, if you don’t mind?
Look what she’s done to me.
Just get out of the car, Guy.
Look at what she’s done to me!
I want you to listen to me.
Get out of the car.
(SIGHS)
Look what she’s done
to me, Sam.
SAMSON: This is a true story
but I can’t believe
it’s really happening.

It’s a murder story too.
I can’t believe my luck.
It’s a love story,
of all strange things.

I know the murderer,
I know the murderee.
I know the time.
I know the place.

I know the motive
and I know the means.
You.
Always you.
SAMSON: The equation
she was working on

needed love in it somewhere.
And love was dying.
It was fixed from
that first moment
in the Black Cross

when she looked my way
with eyes of recognition.

Please.
SAMSON: I should have understood
that a cross has four points.

Not three.
(GRUNTS, MOANS)
(GROANS)
SAMSON: You can’t stop people
once they start.

You can’t stop people once
they start creating.

(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
There are two kinds of titles.
The first kind of title
decides on a name

or something
that is already there.

The second kind of title
is present all along.

It lives and breathes,
or it tries, on every page.
If love travels
at the speed of light,

then it can have other powers
just on the edge
of the possible.

It can create impressions
on those left behind.

Like a sun, trying to shine
right across the universe.

It was me.
Always me.
It was me.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
TV INTERVIEWER:
Joining me now in the studio

is award-winning
bestselling author,
Mark Asprey,

with his new novel,
London Fields.
It’s such an honor
to have you here today.

Just for a treat
to our audience,

could you read a little bit
from your novel?

MARK: Certainly.
“After sex, she’d whisper,
“‘That’s what I am,
“‘a black hole,
nothing can escape me.’
“She had the power
of inspiring love,
almost everywhere.
“She received it,
was empowered by it
and returned it,
not merely negated,
but murdered.”
TV INTERVIEWER:
Thank you, that was great.
You know, I’m just
going through this,
and it doesn’t sound like you.
The kind of prose
it is written in,
the immediacy of the language,
the whole style of this,
it feels like
a real tectonic shift
that reads more like
a memoir really.
This is not the voice
of the Mark Asprey
that we all know.
My audience, my readers,
deserve this level
of authenticity.
No matter what the cost
to me as an artist.
And I’m prepared
to shoulder that.
Buy the book.
Oh. All right.
(NOT WITH ME
BY THE COLD AND LOVELY
PLAYING)
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