Celia (off) One day, in a town at the edge of the world, the tide went out and never returned. The sea just left without warning. At first people were little more than puzzled. They continued to gossip and fight over the same old things. But soon a silence began to permeate the township. A desert of unbelievable magnitude was forming before their very eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------[at the church, during the memorial service] The Minister (off): We come together as family and friends to farewell him and to grieve for him. We think especially of you, his family: Andrew, Penny, Jonathan. For the loss of a father, a father-in-law and grandfather. Part of our grief may be regret for things done or left undone, words said or words never said. ----------------------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, at the door] Penny (opening the door): Yes? Paul: Huh…Is Andrew there? Penny: You must be Paul...Please, come in...I'm Penny. Paul: Hi Penny. Penny: Andrew's wife...Ah, they're in here. (to Andrew) Andrew? Paul (to Andrew): Sorry, my….plane was delayed in Hong Kong. Andrew: Paul? ------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, in the living room] Andrew: Thanks. (to Jonathan who’s stuffing himself) Jonathan! Penny (to Paul): So, how's London? Is that where you're based? Paul: Huh….Actually I'm spending more time in Istanbul these days...(spilling his sherry)…Oh Jesus, fuck it, my balance is complete, fuck. Penny: It's fine, really. ------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, upstairs, stepping out from the Oratory] Paul: You...have a nice place. You've really done well. Andrew: I'll get Penny to make up a bed in a spare room. Paul: No that's fine I made reservations from London. Andrew: No really...it's no trouble. Paul: No it's done...Andrew it's done...Thank you. So (smiling)...he's gone. Andrew: Yeah. ------------------------------------[in the orchard] Teen Andrew (running after teen Paul and screaming): Paul wait....Paul wait...Paul come back home...Paul don't leave...Paul…

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--------------------------------------------------------[Paul’s room in the motel] Paul (opening the door): Andrew. (looking at his watch) Shit the lawyers. Oh fuck! Sorry. Sorry, I wanted to be there. Slept in. How did it go? Andrew: He left you a third. Paul: Well, you deserve two thirds. Andrew: He left me a third as well. Paul: And the rest? Andrew: He left it to a charity. He...Listen I need to move on this, we need to clear the orchard and the cottage...I can't wait around Paul...I made an appointment for you to see the lawyer on Tuesday. Paul: Well, I'll drop by and see him later… Andrew: You can't just drop by and see....you can't just drop by and see them Paul... Paul: Right. Hey, you know what? Another job came through, so…I'm leaving....Tomorrow. Andrew: Well you obviously have more important things. I'll see you in another 17 years. Paul: Come on Andrew don't be such an old? Andrew: Come on Andrew don't what? How long have you been here, Paul? Two days? Forget the fact this all just leaves me....You’re just like when Mom died. Paul: Oh! Leave Mom the fuck out of it. At least have the decency to do that. Andrew: Decency? Paul: Yeah! Andrew: You think you're the one being decent? Swanning in here like some bloody film star with your accent? Paul: You know nothing about me, Andrew. Andrew (giving Paul their father’s ashes): Listen, he would have wanted you to have these. I almost forgot. They handed me this at the council meeting. You dropped it at the pub the afternoon of the service. It could be useful going home (giving Paul his passport back) You didn't have to lie to me, Paul. We weren't expecting you in the first place. --------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Father (picking up the bottle of wine rolling on the floor): That's good wine you're spilling. How did you find this place? Little Paul: I heard music. Mom doesn't know about this place? Father: No she doesn't. (stopping little Paul who is leaving) It's okay. You can stay. -------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Paul (reading Celia’s notebook): One day in a town at the edge of the world the tide went out and never returned. -------------------------------------------------[in front of Andrew’s place] Andrew: When do you think you'll learn? Vet: As soon as we get these blood samples back and the swabs....a couple of days. Paul (to Andrew): I've extended my trip. Let’s sort the house out. Andrew: Paul?...Thanks. In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

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-------------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, looking at the windows] Penny: Green Tea. Paul: What's he doing down there? Penny: There's been an outbreak of some virus. I'm praying they're okay. He cares about you, Paul. Paul: He never told Jonathan about me. Penny: We each have our own way of dealing with things. Paul: I can’t believe how much you look like Mom. -------------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Little Paul (looking at the painting): Who is she? Father: That's Hope. Little Paul: Is she crying? Father: She's thinking. Little Paul: What about? Father: Many things. ------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Celia (jumping from her seat as Paul pulls away her headphones): Jesus! Paul: What are you doing here? Celia: It was just a place that I found that no one else comes to and…I just... Paul: Did he let you come here? Celia: No. No one else knows that I come here. You know…I should probably go. Paul: Yeah, you should. I'll give you a couple of minutes to get your shit together and get out. ------------------------------------------[at Winnie’s supermarket] Winnie: Paulie? Paulie Prior! Paul: Hey, Winnie (laughing). Winnie: Look who it is. Paul: How are you doing? Winnie: I was looking for you at the service and I thought I bet the little bugger is here somewhere, …and I don’t even recognize him. Paul: Ah no, I had some complications. Winnie: Oh that's a shame. Hey you remember Pat...Pat, look, look who it is....it's Paulie. Paul: Ms. Seager? Ms. Seager: Well, well [?]. Paul: I had no idea you were still here… Ms. Seager: What? You thought I'd dropped off the face off the earth? Winnie: And he even has the fancy blooming plumy accent (Paul’s laughing).

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-4-----------------------------------------------------[in the school’s amphitheatre full with students] Ms. Seager (to the audience): War zones. From the genocide in Rwanda to the ceaseless fighting in the Middle East and the horrors of the Bosnian conflict. War zones have been both home and work for the last decade to the man you are about to meet. A man whose dedication and courage has gained him an international reputation of the highest merit, not to mention the numerous awards he has received for both his articles and photographs. And that he is an old dear student of mine who I taught in these very buildings. I present to you Paul Prior. (applause) Paul: (to Ms. Seager) Thank you. That was a very generous introduction Ms. Seagar. Yeah, my school reports were never that good. (to the audience) The truth is that I've been called many things, many worse things since I last stepped foot in this building: vulture, parasite, leech. And....it's amazing how insults in most languages sound pretty much the same. I was once held captive for three days and publicly urinated on. I don't really know what to say, but I'd be happy to answer any questions that you might have. -----------------------------------------------[in Mouse’s room] Celia: He was a finalist for the Pulitzer. Mouse: Pulitzer? What the hell is that? Celia: It's a huge prize. He had a one in three chance of winning it as well [?] Print and for taking photos [?] He does both. Mouse: How do you know this shit? Celia: I read an interview. Mouse: Sounds like a lonely wolf....That reminds me I'm thinking of getting a tattoo...A little unicorn.... Right here. Celia: Why? Steve has exactly the same one? Mouse: No, I just think it would be cool. So anyway, how'd it go with Jake? Celia: Piss off. Mouse: Tell me! Celia: Oh well, first of all we had a moonlight stroll down the beach and a candlelight dinner and then he told me what beautiful eyes I had. Mouse: Really? Celia: No you dickhead...He only got drinks [?], you know he was like: Yo man. Yo bitch. But I don't think it should be quite so obvious? ------------------------------------------------[at Paul’s place, on the porch] Paul: I was reading the local rag today....the medic team....calling the cell phone. Front page (laughing). Oh God! I'd forgotten how quiet it is. I've had this bloody ringing in my ears ever since I got here. Ms. Seager: Maybe the change here will do you good. Like I said, if you ever get bored of photographing war. Paul: You weren't being serious, were you? Ms. Seager: I'm three staff down, Paul. I know it might sound desperate, but..... Paul: Pat, I'd be hopeless, I’ve never taught in my life. Come on. Ms. Seager: You got out and made something of yourself. What can beat that? Half these kids don't even know what's on the other side of those hills.

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-5-----------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, at the door] Penny: Paul? -----------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, in the kitchen] Paul (to Jonathan, taking a photo of him, laughing): Great! Take one of your Mom… Penny (laughing, to Jonathan): No! Don’t! (to Andrew, stepping into the kitchen): Paul gave it to Jonathan… Jonathan: It’s got a good Zeiss lens (laughing along with Paul and Penny). Andrew: It's much, much too kind. Paul: Nooo…it's fine. Honestly, I'm using digital these days. If you're going to be a serious photographer, you need a good zoom lens (finishing his sake and leaving). See you tomorrow then. Goodnight. Penny (to Paul): Goodnight Paul. Jonathan: Goodnight. Penny (to Andrew): Jonathan said he gave a talk at the school. Apparently the kids really liked him. Andrew: Good. ----------------------------------------------[in the old abandoned house] Jake: Can I fuck you now? Celia: God! You've got a way with words! Jake: Sorry, what do you want to do then? What you all doing man? Celia (dripping hot wax on his belly): Just playing. Jake: Just play carefully....Shit! Ah! Fuck you, crazy bitch! (running outside) Celia (laughing): You’re meant to stay still! ----------------------------------------------[at the pub] Jackie: You look well. Paul: Well used more like it. Jackie: It's different. Your accent....so English. Paul: You think? Well, it was inevitable....sick of being called an Australian. Jackie: Fair enough. Paul (proposing a cigarette): Help yourself. Jackie: Oh no, I quit. Paul: Kids? Jackie: Two! Yeah two! One of each. Remember Ben? Paul: Ben Steimer. Jackie: Yeah. We got together about 18 months after you left. He died when [?] was five [?]. Paul: I'm sorry Jackie: I was pregnant with Sam at the time so I had the kids to think about and decided to keep the business running. Paul: What was that? Jackie: Butchery. Shortest butcher in New Zealand! Paul (laughing): Really? In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

-6Jackie: Yeah well I'm a ninja with a boning knife. Paul: No surprises there. Jackie: I see your brother from time to time. Paul: Yeah, he's….he’s up to his neck in ostriches. Jackie: Is he still married? I never see his wife. Paul: No, yeah, no. (whispering) I don't think she goes out much. ------------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, in the darkroom] Andrew (to Jonathan): How many times have I told you about leaving the gate to the pen open? (looking at Celia’s photos and taking them along with Jonathan’s camera) If you think you're going to see this again you're mistaken. You disgust me. ------------------------------------------------[at Jackie’s place] Gareth: Who the hell is this guy? Jackie: Look...just an old school friend...it's no big deal. Gareth: No big deal? Jackie: Where's my jacket? Celia, it's rubbish night and please tie the bags. I don't want dogs getting into them. Bye. Gareth: Hey, we'll be waiting. (to Celia) Need a hand with that? Done your homework? Celia (trying to close her door on Gareth): Please take your foot away? Gareth: What? do think I've never done homework? Just asking. ----------------------------------------------------[At night, on the top of the hill, overhanging the lights of the town] Paul (looking at Jackie trying to open the bottles of beer without bottle opener): I'm sure we used to be able to do this (both laughing) Jackie: Did you think of me? Paul: I was terrified of seeing you. Jackie: You remember those poems and stories you used to write? I was going to put music to them...release an album.... What were we going to call ourselves? Paul: What was it? Was it silly bastards? Silly…stupid buggers? Sick mother fuckers? Sick fuckers, wasn't it? Jackie: Sick Puppy, actually. Live at the Hammersmith. Yeah. See that's me. Eight years behind what was going on. But, you know, still thinking I had created it all for myself. -----------------------------------------------------[Paul’s place, at the door] Celia (to Paul): Hi. I've got an assignment where I have to interview an important local community member. And it was a choice between you and Mr. Aiken who set up the irrigation main. I was just wondering if I could interview you. Can I come in? -------------------------------------------------------------------[Paul’s place, in the kitchen] Celia: Is there real coffee? In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

-7Paul: Sure. How do you love it? Celia: Huh…macchiato thanks. I'm Celia by the way. Paul: I gather you do have some questions? Celia: Ah Yes. Ah Yeah. Okay. So, how did you get to do what you do? Paul: Well, I was working for a paper in London on local articles and they needed somebody to go to Bosnia. Celia: That’s right, yeah. You were working as a typesetter in Wellington and you studied journalism in London and found your break as a feature article writer and then a field journalist for Reuters. And for the past 3 and a half years you've been solidly freelance living between London, Istanbul and Paris. Paul: Well done. Yes. That’s it. You've really done your homework. Celia: People must worry about you a lot doing this kind of work. Your wife? Children? Paul: No. Not married. Celia: What's it like going to war just to watch? Paul: I'm not there to watch. I'm there to…record. Celia: Is that how you got those scars? Paul: No. I fell off my bike when I was 12 coming down a gravel track.... Celia: No other scars? Paul: Are you going to drink your macchiato? Celia: What's the hardest thing you have to deal with? Paul (laughing): Jesus....Are these going to get any easier? I don't know, finding a loo when you need one, always seems to be pretty fucking impossible. Celia: Why don't you celebrate your birthday on Christmas? Paul: Now tell me, which article did you read that one in? Celia: It was your birthday when you took that photo of that girl. The one you won the Pulitzer for. Paul: I was shortlisted. Celia: I read that when you got nominated you withdrew the entry. Paul: Long story. Celia: I've got a 120-minute tape. Paul: I was in Grozny. I heard about an offensive that was being mounted against the Russians. I was warned by some friends not to write about it in case the Russians caught whiff about what was going to happen. Celia: So what did you do? Paul: Wrote the article. Then I declined sending it through to Reuters. They found out anyway. And they retaliated by massacring over 100 civilians in the village outside the city...and I'd been out all night drinking with people who were killed a few hours later. The girl in the photo was the....was the only survivor. Celia: Did you know her? Paul: No. Celia: Was there anyone else around? Paul: Not at the time, no. Celia: Just you? Paul: Just me. Celia: So then what? Paul: I think your batteries are running flat. Are you Ben Steimer's daughter? Celia: Did you know him? Paul: Yeah, we went to school together. ---------------------------------------------------[in Jackie’s butcher shop] Jackie (looking at Celia’s photo): It's a photo of a baby. Paul: Whose? Jackie: I don't know. Do I mean to? In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

-8Paul: Yeah, look at the bracelet. No Look (showing the back of the photo): “Celia 27th-2nd-87”. That's roughly 8 months after I left. Jackie: I sent that photo nearly 16 years ago. Paul: Why did you send it? Why did you send it Jax? Jackie: You want an explanation? Do you know what's it like to be invisible, Paul? Even just a postcard. A phone call. (to a man delivering meat) Hi Sid, up there next to the [?]. (crossing out the name of “Celia” on the back of the photo with a felt pen) It's in the past, okay? Just leave it. ------------------------------------------------------------[at the Register of Births] Clerk: Will you be needing a copy of that? Paul (looking at Celia’s birth certificate): No, thank you. -----------------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Little Paul (looking for something): Am I warm? Father: Getting closer. Little Paul: Warmer? Father: Getting warmer Little Paul: Warmer? Father: Warmer, in springtime. Little Paul (discovering the atlas on the shelf): Here. Father (reciting): Alone we are born And die alone Yet see the red-gold cirrus Over snow mountain shine Upon the upland road Ride easy, stranger Surrender to the sky Your heart of anger( 1 ) Don't be frightened of possibilities son. She's a wonderful mistress. -----------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, in the bed] Penny (kissing Andrew who was just awakened by a nightmare): It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay... Andrew (turning his back on her): Go back to sleep. --------------------------------------------------------------[at school, in the classroom] Paul: I'm helping out for a couple of weeks. And I'm new at this, so be patient with me. Who knows how many words there are in the English language? Student: ten thousand. (1)

High Country Weather, by James K Baxter (New Zealand, 1926 -1972)

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-9Paul: Ten thousand. (grabbing a dictionary) Dictionary. There's actually over 750,000 words. And I was a.....I thought maybe you could all choose a word, any word, doesn't matter what, preferably something that means something to you and then compose something on this word…Anything...It could be just a static image of you if you think that's easier. But, just so I get an idea of who you all are, and what the (mouthing “fuck”) I've gotten myself into. --------------------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Celia (off): Hope. Her mind is a graveyard. Her heart is an island. She and I are not good friends but I've known her all my life… --------------------------------------------------------------[at Jackie’s place, in the bathroom] Celia (writing on a notebook while lying in a bath, off): She sits in my belly hollow and distant and her whispered words of encouragement will never comfort me… (hearing someone’s pissing) Mom? (off) I'm on to her tricks. Her false promises. "Go away," I tell her. "I'm busy today…I've got things to do." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------[at school, in the classroom] Celia (standing and reading out loud): But this acquaintance never knows when to leave. It's not a question of why she befriended me in the first place. It's more a question of why I choose to let her stay. -------------------------------------------------------------[in the orchard] Paul: Your knee's bleeding. Celia: I know. I fell. Paul: Come on. Let's take a look at that. ------------------------------------------------------------Celia (Off) Weeks passed and there was still no sign of the ocean. The people grew worried. It was decided to send a small group to search for it in the hope of bringing it back. ------------------------------------------------------------[at school, in the classroom] Ms. Seagar: All right, attention please. I’d appreciate it if everyone listened. It includes you, Mr. Brook. Sgt. O'Neill: Look. Have any of you seen Celia since yesterday?.... No? Well, if she gets in touch with any of you, you know where to find me, okay? Thanks. Ms. Seagar: All right. Settle down. We've all seen a police officer before.

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- 10 ------------------------------------------------------------[at school, at the door] Sgt. O'Neill: Paul? Paul: Hello! Sgt. O'Neill: Look, Just wondering. Can I have a word for a second? Paul: I'm already late for a class. Sgt. O'Neill: It won't take long. ------------------------------------------------------------[at school, in the corridor] Ms. Seagar: (to some students) Back to class. ------------------------------------------------------------[at school, in an empty classroom] Ms. Seagar (opening the door and popping in): Paul? Paul: Hey, Pat, It's fine. I'm just helping out with something. Sgt. O'Neill: Thanks Pat (Pat closes the door). (to Paul) Hey, did you see Celia on the weekend? Paul: Huh….No. Sgt. O'Neill: She used to visit though, hey? Paul: Yeah. She came by sometimes to borrow books. Sgt. O'Neill: How often did she pop by? Paul: She liked to drop by most Sundays I guess, yeah. Sgt. O'Neill: Liked? Paul: Likes. I said likes, I think. Sgt. O'Neill: Ah! You see, cause I think I know what Celia likes. I mean I've known her since she was a little kid. She's my daughter's best friend. I also know that you sent her an e-mail on the weekend asking her to come by and visit. She wasn't too happy about that from what I understand. You see I know this Paul because Miso agreed to drop her off. Paul: Actually she did drop by briefly. I had [?]. Sgt. O'Neill: It's nice out there at the orchard. Quiet. Private. ----------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Celia: So why did you stay on? Paul (taking care of Celia’s wounded knee): Favour for a friend. Celia: How long did you guys go out for? Paul: What? Celia: Mom. Paul: Oh, she mentioned me. Celia: When did you break up? Paul: God, seventeen. Keep your leg still. Listen, what you wrote the other day, I thought it was, hum.....well considered. Celia: Well considered? Paul: Intriguing. Celia: I like what you've done here. Where did all these books come from? In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

- 11 Paul: He never told me. Wanted to keep it a mystery, I suppose. Celia: Father's have got a lot to answer for, eh? ------------------------------------------------------[at Jackie’s place, in the kitchen] Gareth: Hey beautiful. Sorry I'm late. (he takes a bottle of beer from the fridge and opens it) She can't have gone far. [?] mates are going to take a look around Lawrence later. Jackie (showing the plates): Can you bring those? Gareth: Sure. ------------------------------------------------------[at school, in the classroom] Paul: I asked for an essay about the pros and cons of immigration, Jake, not the best places to surf. Louise, Tonga has a king, not a president. I think you'll find there's more to life in Hong Kong than dance clubs, Miso. Mouse: What? Like secret book clubs? Ms. Seagar (interrupting the class): Paul? Sgt. O'Neill's back. He's waiting for you in the common room. I told him you were busy. ------------------------------------------------------[at school, in the common room] Sgt. O'Neill (throwing Paul’s atlas on a table and opening it): You had nice handwriting as a kid. Is this one of the books she borrowed? Paul: I didn't, I....I didn't keep a record, to tell you the truth.....the... Sgt. O'Neill: What? Other things on your mind, did you? We found this on the side of the road, the one that comes from your place. Just want to know how it got there, that's all. Did she ever talk to you about leaving? Paul: Name a teenager around here who doesn't. Sgt. O'Neill: There are a few actually. -------------------------------------------------------[at night, in the orchard] Paul (blindfolded): you’ll make me walk in a tree. Celia (laughing, guiding Paul): No. Stop. (taking the scarf off his eyes) Okay, you can open your eyes. Happy birthday. -------------------------------------------------------[at night, in the orchard, sitting on the floor, eating] Celia: Who is this anyway? Paul: Kiri Te Kanawa. You chose it. Celia: Who's she? Paul: Who's she? There are people in this country who would shoot you for asking that question. Celia: There are people in this country who would shoot you for listening to it. Not that I [?]. Paul: No. Celia: So what's she singing about? Paul: Love. What do you normally do on a Saturday night? Who do you hang out with when you're not having picnics with me? What do you do, go to parties or what? In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

- 12 Celia: If you can call them that. Why do want to come along? You actually might get to see them tea bagging. Paul: Tea bagging? What's that? Celia: Well, That's when guys get a girl completely comatose and then they take turns in lowering their testicles into (clearing her throat) her eye sockets and film it. And if they're really kind they send a copy to a paranoid friend. First class is [?]. (Paul’s laughing) It's not funny! I don't know what we're talking about. Paul (laughing): Oh God! Well I hope you keep your distance from those kind of guys is what I'm saying. Celia: So, tell me about you and Mom, back in the dark ages. Paul: It wasn't that long ago. (to Celia sending food at him) Stop it. ------------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Celia (listening to a Patti Smith’s LP): My Mom wanted to sing like this? Paul: Your mother wanted to be Patti Smith…(laughing) ------------------------------------------------------[in Teen Paul’s room] Teen Paul (to teen Jackie): Come with me. Come on. I'll show you something. -------------------------------------------------------------[in the orchard] Teen Jackie (running after him): What? ------------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Teen Jackie (entering the room): Where did this place come from? Teen Paul: No one knows except my Dad. Teen Jackie: So what are you doing here? Teen Paul: Write. Think. Teen Jackie: Mystery boy. So many secrets… Teen Paul: What are you doing? Teen Jackie (taking off her T-shirt): Giving you something to write about, moron. ------------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Celia: Mom the rock star. It's hard to believe she even had a dream. Do you want to know what my dream is? Paul: Yeah. Celia: I'm sitting in a café in Spain. And don't know a single person there. And I can't understand a single word that anyone's saying. I've got a glass of wine. And I can see the sea. Huh….don't worry. Paul: No, go on. And? Celia: I'm just writing. And….yeah. And you know, it doesn't matter if no one ever reads what I'm writing. But, you know, I don't want to be famous. I just…I just want to be there. Anyway, I'd rather be a no one somewhere than someone nowhere. I've already packed my suitcase. (Paul’s laughing) I'm not joking. Paul: I'm not laughing at you. I had a similar dream once. Celia: Really? Tell me. In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

- 13 Paul: Sometimes I'd see…faces......at night before I fell asleep...and people I’d never met. And I'd wonder who they were, where they might live, what they did. It was strange because it was like they knew I was thinking about them. Celia: Why did you become a war journalist? Paul: Who you set out to be is not always who you become. You know, things happen, plans change. Celia: I see them too. Faces. Paul: I wanted to give you something (giving Celia the Otago Daily Times clipping). Celia (reading the article about the short story competition): Yeah, right. Paul: I just....I think you should enter. -------------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Celia: You never talk about your Mom. Paul: My Mom? She's very religious. She had these little sermons about the beauty God hides away in quiet corners. Celia: Is that what your Dad was hiding from in here. Paul: No, they....I think she was just quiet. My Dad and her were very different. My Dad didn't believe in anything. He's an atheist. My brother and her were very close. Celia: I heard she had an accident. Paul: Yes she did. She…she was diagnosed bi-polar, manic-depression. And doctors prescribed lithium but she stopped taking it. Celia: What happened? Paul: Hum…She was standing in the river....at the back of the property and she pointed up to this hawk in the sky and then when I looked back she was gone. Found the body two days later. Celia: Is that why you push people away? Paul: I do as I fucking please, Celia. You know I hate to spoil your illusions but.… the world out there isn't a bed of roses waiting to be picked or….what ever it was you said, a glass of chardonnay in a fucking tapas bar. You understand? Celia: It wasn't an insult. (whispering) Sorry. Paul: Okay. (opening the door to Jackie after she knocked at the door) Hey Jax! Jackie: Hi. I saw the smoke and I didn't want to disturb you but I remembered it was your birthday. So I.... (to Celia, after seeing her in the den) Get in the car. Celia: No. Jackie: Celia, I am sick of this. Get in the car. When I said get in the car, get in the car Celia: You have no right to be here. (to Paul) Night Paul. Jackie (to Paul): You have the audacity to bring her here and give her alcohol? Paul: Jax, it's not what you think. Jackie: You even presume to know what I think. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------[in the Father’s den] Teen Paul (seeing his father popping into the room while he is having sex with teen Jackie): Shit. Father: Excuse me. I….need a notebook. I know it's here somewhere. Teen Paul: Hum, sorry Dad. Father: There's nothing to be sorry for, as long as you're being cautious. Teen Paul: Yeah, of course, of course. Father (smiling): I'll be on my way. In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

- 14 Teen Paul (to teen Jackie): You shouldn't be here. Teen Jackie: He doesn't care. I mean you saw for yourself. Teen Paul: I care. Teen Jackie: What are you telling me? That I'm not as important as what goes on in your head? Teen Paul: There's just parts of me you can't have. No one can. --------------------------------------------------------------[outside the school, on a bench] Paul: Hey! Celia: Hey! Paul: You’re okay? Celia: Mmm [?] at your place. Paul: What's this? Jesus Christ. Did she do this? Celia tell me, who did it? Celia: I don't want to talk about it. It wasn't Mom. --------------------------------------------------------------[at Jackie’s place] Paul: Hey, where is he? Jackie: Paul, what are you doing? Paul: Where is he? Jackie: Paul, what are you doing in my house? Paul: Where is he, Jackie? Gareth: What's going on? Paul: Is this the asshole? Gareth: What? Who the fuck is this? Jackie (to Gareth): Just shut up, Gareth. (to Paul) Paul would you leave? Gareth: So this is the famous Paul. Paul: You like beating up little girls, do you. You know it's assault, is what it is. You touch her again. I'll kill you. Gareth (beating the crap out of Paul, screaming): Is that right mate? Yeah. What do you call it, dickhead? I was minding my own fucking business. Fucking prick. Mind your fucking business. Cut your fuck off. Is that clear, hey? You still wanna fucking kill me, cunt? (to Jackie) He did fucking start it…. Jackie (to Gareth, screaming): Get the fuck inside! (to Paul, on the porch, screaming): Do you think you can come here and do this shit in front of my kids? Paul: Have you seen her fucking bruises? What did you think I would do? Jackie: She got a lot more than she got. I want you to stay away from her. Paul: You changed the birth certificate. When were you going to tell her? Jackie: Just stay out of our lives, all right? Paul (whispering): Yeah. Gareth: See you around Paul, you fucking prick. --------------------------------------------------------------[at Paul’s place] Paul (running from outside to answer the phone): Hello....Hello....Hello....Celia?

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- 15 --------------------------------------------------------------[the police station, at the door of Sgt. O’Neill’s office] Paul: She might have gone to Spain. --------------------------------------------------------------[at the police station] Jackie: No, no, no, wait. My daughter plans on running off to Spain and he sees nothing, I don't call that irrelevant. Sgt. O'Neill: Come on Jackie it not like it’s the first time she's done something like this. Jackie: Oh great. How good, this is good. So you are defending him now? Okay, so when exactly did she say she was running off to Spain? Paul: She didn't. She didn't say. All I knew is she had the ticket. I thought she was going to leave when school was finished. That's all. I didn't know what to think. Jackie: Yeah. Well I know what I think. I think you are out of your mind. Paul: She made me promise not to tell a soul. Jackie: I'm her mother. Okay? When exactly did she make this promise, Paul? Was it when you were plying her with alcohol? Paul: I wasn't plying her with alcohol. I gave her a glass, Jackie. A child could have drunk it. Jackie: A child did drink it. Paul: Oh yeah. And did he think of that when he was punching the shit out of her? And the rest. Gareth: Fuck off. Don't bring me into it. Paul: Sneaking up to her. Pissing in the toilet while she is lying in the bath? If it took her going half way around the world to get away from you, you fucking asshole. Sgt. O'Neill (to Jackie and Gareth): You two stay in here. (to Paul) You, get in my office. I want a word alone. (Paul and Sgt. O’Neill leave the room) Jackie (to Gareth): What's he talking about? Gareth: Nothing. Jackie: What the fuck is he talking about? Gareth: Nothing, nothing…. ---------------------------------------------------------[at the police station, in Sgt. O'Neill’s office] Sgt. O'Neill: Tell me about the last time you saw her. Everything. Paul: We were at the gate. She was carrying the atlas. She said goodbye and she left. Sgt. O'Neill: No special goodbyes? Paul: No special goodbyes. No, she had a couple of books she hadn't got around to reading and I told her she could keep. Sgt. O'Neill: Names of these books? Paul: Oh fuck! Say, what does it matter? I don't know. Owls Do Cry by Janet Frame and another one, Camus, The Outsider. That's Camus not canoe, C-A-M-U-S. Sgt. O'Neill: You smug prick. Not all of us had to run off to Europe, mate.....

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- 16 -------------------------------------------------------------[at school, in Ms. Seagar’s office] Ms. Seagar (holding a newspaper): I guess you've seen this. Small town bloody gossip. I don't know what to do about this, Paul. The board of trustees have called a meeting. You don't deserve this. Paul: You know it's fine, Pat. It's time I left anyway. Honestly. -------------------------------------------------------------[at school, in the corridor] Paul (passing Jonathan who doesn’t stop): Hey Jonathan!.....Jonathan! ------------------------------------------------------------[on the road] Paul (screaming from the car, to Jonathan who’s walking on the road): Jonathan! Hey, Jonathan! Get in. Jonathan, get in the car, it's bloody freezing. Come on. ------------------------------------------------------------[in Paul’s car] Paul: Put your seat belt on. Jonathan: Were you having sex with her? Paul: What? Jonathan: You know who. Paul: Who said that? Who said that? Jonathan: Kids at school, said you were giving her special coaching in bed. Paul (stopping his car on the side of the road): And you believed them? Huh, and you believed (Jonathan takes Paul’s hand off him)..... How's that camera going? I haven't seen you with it lately. (Jonathan leaves the car). ---------------------------------------Celia (off) As the days went on, more and more people went looking. The people searched far and wide but the ocean had vanished without a trace. The quiet land once bountiful had become hard and unyielding. Then a shape appeared on the horizon. Through a blaze of hate, the people saw what looked like tumbling water rolling towards them. A wave of excitement passed through the town as they anxiously watched the ocean return. But as it grew closer the shape began to alter and mutate. What looked like tumbling water was in fact wild horses. Everywhere they turned, they saw horses drawing closer and closer. Their excitement turned to fear. And their fear became panic, for it seemed that nothing could stop their advance. Which as the ocean's disappearance had come without warning. But then no one, not even for a moment, had stopped to question why the ocean had left in the first place. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[Paul’s place, at the door] D.I. Farnon: Mr. Prior. I am Detective Inspector Farnon from Wellington C.I.V. This is Detective Dunleavy. I have a warrant to search these premises and I'll need you to accompany me to the station for questioning. I'll need your passport and keys to your car. I believe there's a shed where Celia used to visit you. In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------D.I. Farnon (off): Right then, let's get you home. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[in the Police car] (off) D.I. Farnon: Why did Celia come to your place last Sunday? Did you hear the question? Paul: Yes. D.I. Farnon: I understand that she visited you regularly. What was the nature of the visits? Paul: We talked about things. D.I. Farnon: What things? ------------------------------------------------------------------[at the police station] Paul: Europe. Books. Celia wants to be a writer. D.I. Farnon (reading Celia’s notebook): I am not flesh. I am not blood. They can look all they like but they'll never see me. If I never hear your love or hold your hand again in this life, promise me we will touch when I am dead. It's called “Poem for a Lonely Friend”. Would you consider yourself lonely, Paul? (to the assistant bringing her a cup of tea) Thank you. Would you keep that door closed, please? (to Paul) Why did Celia keep visiting you even though her parents had forbidden it? Paul: Parents? D.I. Farnon: Mother. Paul: I guess she saw something in me. D.I. Farnon: And what was that? Paul: Well, I'm not Celia. D.I. Farnon: Then perhaps you'd like to tell me what it was you saw in her? I know this is diffi..... Paul: I remember being her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[on the riverbank] Celia: What did you do this time? Paul: Come on leave me alone now. Go away. (screaming) Just fucking go. Come on, leave me alone. I don't need this shit, Celia. Just…..go. Celia: What? Did Mom say something to you? Paul: Your Mom threatened to ring the school, yeah. Okay? Celia: No it's not okay. (screaming) God she's so fucking presumptuous. Who the fuck cares what she thinks? She's got a fucking boyfriend he wears boat shoes. People [?] and now they're both wearing them. You never see a fucking boat around here. I just came to tell you that I entered the contest. Paul: Well that's great, now get going. Celia: It's not like we’re friends or something, Paul. That was you who said that we shouldn't care what other people think of us? Or were you just saying that?

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- 18 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[under a tree, taking shelter from the rain] Celia:.....how you and Mom used to go out and now it’s me and you that are friends? I feel like I've known you my whole life. Paul: Yeah, well it’s a small world. Celia: No, it isn't a small world. Were you guys in love? There must've been something going on if you tattooed each others feet. It's a little hard to imagine what you saw in her. Paul: Well, you're not the first person to feel that way about their parents. Anyway it's a long time ago. Celia: When I was implant Mum was only sixteen. You'd tell me if you knew anything, eh? Is that a promise? Paul: Oh stuff it. Let's get wet. Come on. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[Paul’s place, in the living room] Paul (entering the room): Oh geez! Andrew....Jonathan…. Andrew: We were on our way home from church and thought we'd stop in for a cuppa. Celia (entering the room): It's freezing! Andrew: Have you seen this new thing that they're building? It looks like a giant barn. Celia: I'm gonna to go to the bathroom. Paul: I'll put the kettle on. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, voice on TV] Family and friends of Celia Steimer are doing everything possible to help police find her. More than 50 volunteers are now scouring waterways and bushlands in the Marshall Road forest. The sixteen year old Rapari Junction H.S. student has been missing now for more than a week. D.I. Robin Farland says that they have to consider every option. She acknowledged a local man is helping them with their inquiries and that the police will be visiting every house in the area. Andrew (stopping Penny from making a phone call): He'll be fine. Let them handle it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[at Andrew’s club] Andrew: Please just use an ashtray. Paul: Okay. Andrew: Listen, I spoke to the lawyer in Alexandra and he reckons he's handled this sort of thing before, so. He wants you to give him a call first thing in the morning. Paul: Hey, what…what sexual position creates the ugliest offspring? What sexual position creates...... Andrew: I don't know Paul. Paul: Ask your mother (laughing). Can you imagine if she saw us now? Can you imagine that? What do you think she'd say? Two brothers having a drink and a chat. What do think? She'd be proud, or what? Huh? Andrew: Why are you doing this, Paul? Paul: Doing what? Andrew: You know exactly what. Paul: Why can't you just talk to me? Huh? (standing up and leaving) Fuck you. (to the persons starring at them from behind the windows) What the fuck are you looking at? Never seen two brothers talking before?

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- 19 Andrew: You want to talk, let's talk. Forget the fact you come in here blind drunk and interrupt a meeting but then you just bring up Mom like that? I mean, how dare you? I realize you are in a spot [?] Paul, but that doesn't give you the right to behave like this. The truth? Paul: Yeah. Andrew: You were never there for Mom [?] sick. Where the hell were you? Paul: Brilliant. So you do have an opinion. Okay Andrew. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I couldn't get near her. Andrew: Blame it all on me. I had to be you. Did you know that? Paul: You made fucking sure of it. A happy little fucking threesome: Andy, Mom and God. No one else invited. Andrew: You were begged to do it. You were begged to do it and you never took one single step towards [?]. Paul:.....When Dad turned to the booze, you know, at least for all his faults, he let me in. He let me in Andrew. Andrew: ..[?] remember. If you’ll understand [?].... You listen to me Paul, you listen, listen to me. You know sometimes I look at you and all I see is him. Just him. I find that quite disheartening. Paul: Yeah, well, at least I didn't marry my fucking mother. (laughing) She’s always been like that or was it just when she met you? Andrew: Go to hell Paul. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[in Paul’s car] Paul: Just open it. Celia (holding a letter): No. Paul: Celia, give me the fucking letter (Celia lets the letter falling from the car’s window) Celia: It doesn't matter. Paul (he stops the car, goes to get the letter and gives to Celia back in the car): Open it. Will you just open it? Celia: No. You open it. Paul: Open it. Celia: I don’t want to. Paul (getting in the car): No? Celia: No (grabbing the letter before Paul finishes opening it and reading in silence) Wonder who came in first. Paul (taking back the letter from Celia, reading in silence, laughing then reading out loud): Amid the 2000 or so entries we were delighted with Ms Steimer’s story. This work shows an emerging remarkable talent for someone so young. It catches a sense of beauty, mystery and loss without ever losing sight of what might be. You wonder who came first? I'll tell you who came first. Someone three times your age, probably, someone who bloody well deserved to come first (smiling in the driving mirror). ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------[outside the car, sitting on a rock] Celia: Thank you for making it special for me. The den and everything. Paul: I need a cigarette to cope with this sort of scenery. In the car. I'll be back in a tic. Celia: Can you leave me your jacket? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------[Jackie’s place, in the dining room] Jackie: Are you going to be home tonight? I need you to baby sit Sam. Celia, I asked you a question? In My Father’s Den - Dialogue Transcript February 2007 © Matthew Macfadyen Online - Darcylicious - SecretWifeofTomQuinn

- 20 (Celia leaves the room, leaving the family photo album she was watching on the table) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------[Jackie’s place, in Celia’s room] Celia (looking at Paul’s photo hanging on the wall and crying): Is he my father? Jackie (sitting on Celia’s bed, next to her): I wish it were that simple. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------[Paul’s place, outside the house] Paul (to Celia, arriving on her moped): Hey you! What's up? Celia (holding her photo as a baby before Paul’s takes it from her, crying and screaming): Did you know? Did you know? Answer me! Did you know? Paul: Oh Celia! Celia (taking the photo back, tearing it and putting it in the fire): I know what you did when you took the photo of that girl. You walked away and left her. That's why you withdrew the entry so you wouldn't even have to deal with her. Paul: You don't know........ Celia: Don't. Was she just another photo? Just another picture of this fucking war puzzle that you try to figure out? Was she just like me? Was she just like me? Was she just someone you could pick up and throw away and forget about? How do you live with yourself? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, at the door] Paul (knocking at the door, screaming): Andrew, Penny, are you there? Will you just open the door? I just need somewhere to stay. Come on Penny, I know you're in there. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[on the football field] Paul: You know Jonathan all that stuff in the papers, that's all just speculation. All right? That’s…It's rubbish. They have no proof. I'm still your uncle. Jonathan: No you're not. Do you think we're both fucking stupid? Paul: What did you say? Jonathan (screaming): Leave me alone! I hope they kill you. I hope they..... Paul (holding Jonathan in his arms): Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Come on, it's okay. It's okay. It’s okay. It's all right. It's okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. It's all right, I know you like her. I know you like her. It's all right. Listen you have to tell me what you meant by “both of you”. Look at me. What did you mean “both of us think you're stupid”? Tell me what you meant by “both of us”? I'm not going to hurt you. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. What is it Jonathan? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[at Andrew’s place] Jonathan (searching in the freezer): I was looking for my camera (taking a plastic bag out and giving it to Paul). I thought he was hiding it to protect you. Paul (discovering Celia’s bag): Where is he? Jonathan: In Christchurch 'til tomorrow.

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- 21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[Paul’s place, at the door] Andrew (knocking at the door): Paul? Paul, are you there? --------------------------------------------[on the riverbank] Andrew (to Paul who’s turning his back on him): I just heard from the lawyer. What do you mean you don't want to sell? You can't. I'm up to my eyeballs.... (Paul, armed, throws Celia’s bag at Andrews, pushes him on the floor) What the hell did you do that for? Paul (kicking Andrew): Get up. Get up. What were you going to do? Plant it at my place like the atlas? Andrew (standing): This is really unnecessary. Okay. Okay. There was a time I wondered why you up and left. You knew what he was up to, didn't you? At least look at me and tell me you didn’t know before you pull the trigger. You know the really sad part? I didn't even find out until I read the will. That's how far back I was. But then how was I to know Paul? I was only a kid, a fifteen year old kid. You killed me when you walked away and left me with that evil piece of scum. You think you even get a second fucking chance? You knew you bastard, and you had the gall to come back here and bring that thing into our house.....my mother's house! And God knows what you're doing with her, but then like father like son. Paul: Andrew, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Andrew: He was screwing that teenage whore of yours. Paul: No! Andrew: He was. You knew it. Paul: No! Andrew: And you walked..... Paul: Andrew no! It's got nothing to do with you. Andrew: You saw it with your own eyes. You knew and you walked and you never looked back. Paul: What did you do to her? Andrew: Our mother died the moment that bastard was conceived. Paul: Just tell me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------[in the river] Mother: Wherefore come out from among them, and be separated, said the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing.( 2 ). -------------------------------------------------------------[on the riverbank] Paul (crying): Tell me. Andrew: Go ahead and cry....It's about time you cried for our mother. Paul: I'll kill you. I fucking swear I'll kill you. Andrew: I told her everything. Everything. Someone had to set the record straight. I had a right to that money, Paul. That money was mine if nothing else.....at least that....and I should give her a third at 18 along with a nice little letter. Rather convenient, hey! Nice and smooth. She wanted proof. She asked to see the will.

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Bible, II Cor., 6-17

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- 22 -----------------------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, at the door] Andrew (to Celia): Wait here. -------------------------------------------------------------[on the riverbank] Andrew: Mom was there. Paul: She…..What?.....What? ------------------------------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, upstairs] Penny (to Celia who is in the oratory): What are you doing in here? Celia: I was just looking. Penny: Who are you? Celia: He brought me here. Penny: I know what you are. You have no right to be in my house. I want you to stay away from my family. Is that clear? Stay away. Celia: So he told you about me. (to Andrew) Haven't you told her? Andrew (to Celia): I told you to wait outside. Penny (to Andrew): Is it true, Andrew? Celia: You people. Penny (to Celia, pushing he and screaming): Get out! -------------------------------------------------------------[on the riverbank] Andrew: She smiled, Paul. Simple misunderstanding. What's done is done....For what it's worth, Mom wants it this way. ---------------------------------------------------------------[at Paul’s place] Jonathan (voice from the phone): Uncle Paul. Paul: Jonathan? Jonathan: Can you come over? ---------------------------------------------------[Andrew’s place, in Jonathan’s room] Jonathan: I rang the police. Am I in trouble? Penny: No you're not. --------------------------------------------------[in the orchard] Teen Andrew (running after teen Paul and screaming): Paul wait....Paul wait...Paul come back home...Paul don't leave...Paul…

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- 23 ------------------------------------------------------Celia (off) The people had no choice but to trust that the horses would lead them to their ocean. Without reins or saddles, they rode the horses across the barren land. But the ocean had disappeared for good. And the people, together and alone had no choice but to face each other in their loss. They made a home for themselves in a new environment. Although one that had changed forever. They learnt to live in the space the ocean had left. Although it lingered in their dreams. -------------------------------------------------[Paul’s place, on the porch] Paul: Celia. Celia: Your e-mail said it was urgent. Paul: Yeah, I…I just wanted to see you. I've just been reading your story. So, you want to come in? Have a cup of tea? I'll make you a macchiato. --------------------------------------------------[Paul’s place, in the living room] Paul (holding the atlas): I wanted to give you this. Celia: It's a bit out of date. Paul: I don't think the world has changed that much in 25 years. Have a look inside. Celia (holding a plane ticket): What's this? Paul: What do you think it is? It's open. So you can use it anytime you like. You can leave after school's finished. Hey, Celia, this is not some pathetic attempt to make everything all right. It’s….It's just....the ticket is just a gift. Celia: You knew about Mom and your father together. Paul: But I didn't know about you. Celia: Why didn't you just tell me? Paul: I didn't know how. I'm sorry. Look (opening the atlas). In Spain, there's a place called Andalusia. It's hot and it's white and dusty. And you can see the ocean (showing to Celia on the map): this is it. ---------------------------------------------------[on the road to Paul’s place] Paul: I can drive you home. Celia: It's okay. I can walk. Hey Paul....about the ticket. Paul: Don't worry about it, of course. Celia: Promise? Paul: Yeah, it's our secret. Celia: Es nuestro secreto (laughing). Paul (smiling): I thought you couldn't speak Spanish. Celia: Adios brother. Paul: Bye Celia.

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Into Dust (by Mazzy Star, from So Tonight that I Might See, 1993) Still falling Breathless and on again Inside today Beside me today Around broken in two ’till you eyes shed Into dust Like two strangers Turning into dust ’till my hand shook with the way I fear I could possibly be fading Or have something more to gain I could feel myself growing colder I could feel myself under your fate Under your fate It was you breathless and tall I could feel my eyes turning into dust And two strangers turning into dust Turning into dust

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