Barry Keoghan, Callum Turner and Austin Butler
MASTERS OF THE AIR, PART ONE
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Barry Keoghan as Lt. Curtis Biddick
MASTERS OF THE AIR, PART THREE
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ONE DAY
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“If you muck me about, Dexter.” “I won’t-“ “I mean it, if you lead me on or let me down or go behind my back, I will murder you. I swear to God, I will eat your heart.”
“I won’t do that, Em.” “You won’t?” “I swear, I won’t.”
And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just…” She looked up at him. “I thought I’d finally got rid of you.” “I don’t think you can,” he said.
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ONE DAY
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He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it was the sweetest kiss that either of them would ever know.
This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.
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ONE DAY
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He put his arms around her, his face against the bare skin of her neck, smelling shampoo and damp silk, and she breathed into his neck, his aftershave and sweat and alcohol, the smell of his suit, and they stood like this for a while.
She pulled away to look at him. “You swear? No more disappearing?” “I won’t if you won’t.”
Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of glorious confusion.
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ONE DAY
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“Pick up the phone, Emma. Pick up pick up pick up pick up. No? Okay, well I’ve just remembered, you have your date tonight, don’t you? Your hot date. Well- have fun, call me when you get in, if you get in. Let me know what happens. Seriously, call me, soon as you can.”
He stumbles, catches his breath, then says: “Just an unbelievably shitty day, Em,” and falters again. He should hang up, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to see Emma Morley so that he might confess his sins, but she’s on a date. He pulls his mouth into a grin and says, “I’ll call you tomorrow. I want to know everything! Heartbreaker you.” He hangs up. Heartbreaker you.
Dexter stands shielded by the plastic carapace of the payphone booth, feels his face crumple inwards and his breath become broken and jagged, and as he starts to cry he tells himself that its just chemical, chemical, chemical.
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ONE DAY
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“I’m sorry. Rattling on like a…mad old cow. I’m sorry, I’m tired, bad day, and I'm sorry for being so…boring.”
“You’re not that boring.” “I am, Dex. god, I swear, I bore myself.”
“Well, you don’t bore me.” He took her hand in his. “You could never bore me. You’re one in a million, Em.”
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