yeah. excuse me. you interested in metals?
we have a first edition of kandinsky's theory of color with hand pulled lithographic prints bound in. would you like see it?
i see you in here before.
eady. eady tse. what's yours?
what do you do?
yeah. especially fine art books. i study them.
there's a skira edition of delacroix charcoal sketches, i like.
asian art work.
the plates are mezzotints. they evoke a feeling japanese painters called "sabi". they believed there were eight scenes of transcendental loneliness. they painted them over and over again. one is a flock of geese hovering over a field. there's always mist. it's painted just as the leader touches down.
yeah.
do you travel a lot?
are you lonely?
i get lonely.
neil. i wondered when you'd call.
good.
i was worried.  was just.  . the one night. you know?
me either.
what? where?
when?
you're kidding.
i don't know you.
are you married?
way you come and go.
you don't know me at all, neil.
my father wanted me to marry someone in taipei. it was like i was a piece of furniture: "go be his wife." after i left he won't talk to me. because i went on my own. i can't let people tell roe what to do again. and that trust comes from knowing someone over time. this is hard between us for me. because i like you very much.
what did you do? was that you?
what.
you killed people?
the woman on the grass. where her husband got shot.
i don't believe it.
why you do this to me! what i do to you?!
when's it over?
i want you to let me go. when will you let me go?
no, i have to do what you say. but will you let me leave after?
clothes are in the trunk.
no. when's it over?
watches screaming gulls swirling below against the water.
what is it?
the airport is right there. is there time?
neil?
looks at him, quizzically.
climbing out of the mercedes, now, confused.
next to the mercedes. shouting at neil. we can't hear what she says. sirens and noise of an ambulance.