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LONDON SPY

No child can redeem their parents.

LONDON SPY

I've always taken comfort from the idea of people not caring, that they have better things to do, that there are more important matters to worry about. I like it when people walk past me and couldn't care less what I was wearing, or whose hand I was holding. The place where no one cares. When I was young I spent a lot of time searching for it, promising myself that if I ever found it — if it ever existed — I'd make it my home.

LONDON SPY

I'm going to die in this tub. Heart attack. Or a stroke. They'll find me here, tongue hanging out, my little dick bobbing about in a bubble bath. Four strong men will have me out. My flesh will slosh and slop on the marble floor. And they'll write about me: "He was a man who always got what he wanted".

LONDON SPY

No daring journalists will come to your aid. No rogue police officers. It will be just you. You alone. Ask yourself, Danny, honestly — who are you? You're friends with everyone. You trust everyone. And you know no-one.

LONDON SPY

You saw me. And you asked if I was okay. Not like most people ask, like they've asked it a hundred times that day already. You asked it like nothing else mattered to you. And I thought: How does this stranger... this person I've never seen before... how are they the only person in the whole world who knows... that I'm not okay.

LONDON SPY

Danny runs outside intending to catch Alex before he drives off. Only to discover that Alex hasn't left. In a reverse of the first meeting on the bridge, Danny now watches Alex and Alex, now the troubled one, is unaware of being watched, staring into the street as Danny stared into the Thames. Alex realizes that he's being watched. He turns to Danny. All Alex's barriers are down. It looks like like he might cry.

LONDON SPY