1:13:21
A beer.
1:13:37
Mr Lepri?
1:13:42
Mr Lepri?
1:13:50
The whole town seemed to be
in the grip of a fatal disease - lockjaw.
1:13:57
I took my beer outside and wondered
what it was like here on Sundays.
1:14:03
The air in that place
had the musty smell of dried-up dreams.
1:14:12
It was a ghost town, second class.
1:14:15
Two crossed coffins in the Michelin guide.
1:14:28
The old man fixed me with his eyes. We
dialled each other's numbers and got through.
1:14:33
He looked like a retired gunman
who drew too late... twice.
1:14:39
He knew that I knew he'd never
play the fruit machines again.
1:14:43
I began to wish I'd stayed with the funeral.
1:14:50
I looked at the stranger
and knew that nobody'd believe me.
1:14:57
Mr Lepri?