Tara Reata

- But, yes, this is the voicemail

you said no one has ever left you.

Three minutes of everything about someone

you've just met.

Enough to know whether or not it's worth it.

Tara Reata.

You know that's about the most beautiful name

I've ever heard, even if it is fake.

You're absolved.

Vivien Leigh in Gone with the Wind meets

Liz Taylor in Giant, right.

Two great ranchers, Tara and Reata.

Maybe you're more of a fantasist than I realised.

So let a few dates in.

I need you to know exactly where we are with that.

Tom, he's worked in my office for three years.

But I honestly had no idea he was in love with you.

I have an insipid trophy wife, Lisa.

We married on a whim when she saw the money.

Biggest mistake of my life.

I know I'm not 24 anymore, but

she's got claws so far in my back,

I'm surprised I haven't actually bled to death.

Only she can tell you if we're together or separated,

which is why I've called you now,

which is why I'm telling you now.

I'm ready for divorce.

I know it's gonna cost me,

but I think my sanity is a small price to pay.

We have a daughter, Charlotte,

who I barely see.

She might be part of my equation in the future.

I don't know.

We have a nanny slash hired mother,

who does her best to side with Lisa,

and she has sisters who come and go with conflicting advice.

Vicky, her eldest sister, is potentially more compassionate.

Jan is the more troubled of the two.

But I'll give you my horrible confession

because I can only be honest now.

I met Jan first.

She introduced me to her sister, Lisa.

And as a man with no soul left,

I chose vanity.

But Jan has too much dignity

to ever raise this as an issue.

And our mutual friend is Tom.

My wife was the girl who ruined his life

without thought of consequence.

I don't know whether he told you that or not.

I know what he does.

I know Jules, his assistant. (camera clicks)

I know Becky (camera clicks)

and all the other models on his list.

You see, Tom thinks we have no idea

about his other profession.

But there is something very rotten in this Denmark.

So, Tara,

that's my life.

Let's take it slow

because I reckon we might have something in a

semi-something background.

Take care.

James.

I love you, baby.

I love you so much.

Don't leave me now.

Yeah.

Yeah.

The other one says (mumbles).

Right.

Now you know the score.

I'd like to put you up front if that's all right with you.

Yeah, that's good.

I'm ready, Tom.

It's like half my event.

All right, um,

Jules have we got the paperwork for that?

Yeah, I've got it all sorted.

She was really good, I think.

Yeah, she's looking good.

I've gotta get this one.

Want me to come back?

When?

Tomorrow.

I'm on a shoot tomorrow.

You can shoot me.

No.

We've done that.

- Please, I want to be able to make things up to you.

How?

Whatever it takes.

I'm not sure what it would take.

So what are you doing now?

Now?

No, I mean in the day.

I'm working.

What are you doing?

More photography.

For who?

An agency.

What are you taking photos of?

Largely clothed women, the same.

Naked?

Sometimes they get naked.

You know this.

How naked?

To be honest with you,

I think they probably just think I'm a bit of a prude.

- That's what really what you want to do though, is it?

It's just what gets you off.

It does depress me sometimes.

But then...

What?

I meet someone like you

and I realise that the pictures are just that.

Pictures.

This girl this morning.

She was pretty, perfectly formed,

nice body,

an angel face.

But you know what?

I didn't want her.

I didn't love her.

I could see that the pictures of her

would be someone's fantasy.

Not mine.

Some other guys.

Am I still your fantasy?

I create fantasy.

You know the answer to that.

Whatever happened to my pictures?

They're in the same place.

I've not looked at 'em since I took them.

You didn't see them?

No, that was my possessive streak.

Do you still want me?

- Look, can you cope with me taking photos?

I mean, it's a serious question.

It's a bit of a deal breaker.

Do you fancy the girls?

Do you want them?

No, not really.

Not really isn't no.

- For god's sake, I can separate work from play.

Please.

Let me come back.

Just so we can see.

Where are you now?

My parents' house.

Are you gonna come over?

Why?

- Well, that's what you usually do when I'm working.

So, I can sleep.

We can talk in the morning.

I love you.

Yeah.

I love you, too.

Are you being fucking serious?

- Look, I'm on a shoot this afternoon.

Can I come?

No.

I'm sorry, you're not in the shoot.

Jules is the assistant, you know that.

I like Jules.

Yeah, I like Jules, too.

Have you ever fucked Jules?

Don't start.

Why not?

- Because we both know you've got your own problems.

The wedding is next month.

You are invited.

We would both appreciate seeing you there.

A word of advice, James.

If you can live with men in deceit,