Scissors.
Stone.
Paper.
Scissors.
Stone.
Paper.
BIRDSONG
CHORAL SINGING
What I'd like to be is invisible.
I'd like to be able to move around without having to explain.
It's an imaginary country where I go. It has its own people.
Can you do that? I knew you would. Billy, why are we so alike?
You know I can read your thoughts.
Sure.
PIANO MUSIC PLAYS
MUSIC ECHOES
CHILD: Victory is ours!
Listen to me! You've got to trust me.
Trust me.
I'm sorry to trouble you. We're lost.
We've had an accident.
MAN SINGS FAINTLY
CHILDREN'S VOICES
How do you feed these pikeys, by the king of kings and the lord of lords?
The past, present and future mistakes.
And I can look world in the eye and say, "I can live again.
"I can breathe again. I don't have to go through the dirty waters
"and drink the blood and all that to get a little bit of respite.
PIANO MUSIC PLAYS
Running's always been a big thing in our family,
especially running away from the police.
It's hard to understand.
All I know is that you've got to run.
Run without knowing why, through fields and woods.
And the winning post's no end,
even though barmy crowds might be cheering theirsens daft.
That's what the loneliness of the long-distance runner feels like.
# The very thought of you
# And I forget to do
# The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
# I'm living in a kind of daydream
# I'm happy as a king
# And foolish though it may seem
# To me that's everything
# The mere idea of you
# The longing here for you
# You'll never know how slow the moments go
# Till I'm near to you
# I see your face in every flower
# Your eyes in stars above
# It's just the thought of you
# The very thought of you, my love... #
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
# It's just the thought of you the very thought of you, my love. #