A Film with Me in It

Pierce:
And, I just want to say now before we get into this, that you are being very critical of pretty much everything I'm coming up with right now, and that's making it a bit hard, I have to say. Just a bit. And I would really appreciate any kind of support, or indeed presence, that you could muster so I didn't feel like I was trudging in a void, like a f***ing ghost, alone. Ok? Cheers.

Mark:
When I left this apartment there were two dead people... How many are there now?

Pierce:
What the hell is that?

Mark:
Clarinet stand.

Mark:
This is a lie Pierce.

Pierce:
Shut up! It's not. It's the new truth.

[first lines]

Director:
So, what's going on?

Mark:
I get to start? It's um, it's good, it was good. I, I got you a copy on DVD. And it's one of those medical... drama... hospital things.

Director:
Concerned neighbor. This the part here?

Casting Assistant:
Yeah.

Director:
Doesn't really matter whether he looks like, does it?

Mark:
I was going to say, uh, I really like the script.

Director:
It's a good script.

Director:
[phone rings] Okay thank you...

Casting Assistant:
Great, thanks Martin.

Mark:
Mark.

Pierce:
What are you going to do? A frap in the eye, or a f***ing clarinet up the hole?

Pierce:
Can you please just tell this woman what has happened in this flat, okay? And, I'm going to make tea. I'm going to make tea.

Mark:
What we *do* have from today is a good story for your script.

Pierce:
Who do you want to play you?

Mark:
Me, I'm playing me.

Pierce:
You're too old.

[last lines]

Pierce:
You okay? I have to get back to this. I have to carry on with this...

Pierce:
Mark, Mark when I went upstairs there were two people who were not alive in your flat, weren't there?

Mark:
Yeah

Pierce:
How many are there now?

Pierce:
Is he dead because you did a murder?

Sally:
F***... this... flat!

Jack:
Hello Pierce. Smart. Did you get my letter?

Pierce:
Look, you're supposed to send this sh*t to me, okay? It's the law. So whenever I appeal whatever the f*** you're on about which I will...

Jack:
Ah, really? I never had you down as a lawyer, Pierce, hm? A complete and utter waste of space, a boozer, somebody who likes the horses, but... never had you down as a lawyer, son.

Pierce:
Y-you f***ing register this... legal envelope otherwise it's... nix... felicitat! Okay? And... and you f***ing send it to me. Here, here. [grabs coins out of pocket and throws them at Jack] Put that towards it. Leave me alone.