A Long Way Down Page #6
been on a lot of holidays,
but I've been in a lot of hospitals and
I understand institutional catering.
Who are all these people and
why do they eat so much?
They're having a good
time, that's all.
- Martin.
- Hmm?
Thank you for arranging
this holiday.
I think it's been good for me.
You really don't understand what
a disaster we all are, do you?
- Come on, let's get you some breakfast.
- Yeah, good idea, good idea.
- The prunes are very good.
- Don't like prunes.
- Hi.
- Oh, morning, JJ.
I may have said some
stupid things last night.
Drink has never been my friend.
- Sorry about that.
- So, I got a few things to say.
I don't think you're
gonna like any of them.
Are you going back to America?
Yeah, I'm gonna start with
the... the biggest... Um...
I don't have cancer
of the... the brain.
- I don't have CCR.
- Oh, they've cured you!
No, Maureen, I, uh...
I never had it.
- I... I made it all up.
- Oh.
There's actually no
such thing as... as CCR.
It's just Creedence
Clearwater Revival are
one of my favourite bands, but...
Oh. I wasn't gonna say anything.
Did you know about this?
You know, I thought there
was something strange.
So, why, hmm?
Why, JJ, were you up there?
He can't answer that.
That's personal.
- I'm sure he had good reasons.
- Oh, did he? JJ, did you?
Yeah, um...
Guys, actually, I'm gonna need
to postpone this conversation...
We... We had a pact.
I... I trusted you. I liked you!
Hey, Martin, please, just sit down.
We'll talk about this another time.
- Another time? What time would you...
- Hey, where were you?
Oh, right, great. We all stop
for your girlfriend, do we?
She's not my
girlfriend, OK? She's...
- She's a journalist.
- What?
- Look, I didn't know.
- Sh*t.
You don't know much, do you?
If he didn't know, he didn't know.
I mean, we've had bad things
written about us before.
Look, I understand that you are
angry, but, please, Martin,
- I'm feeling pretty humiliated...
- Oh, you don't understand anything!
You certainly don't
understand humiliation!
- Martin, you're being dramatic.
- You're a leech! You're a fake!
- You're a fraud! You're a joke, JJ.
- Martin, stop this.
- John...
- Who the f*** is John?
I'm... Look, I'm John.
And you know what?
- I'm not a fraud.
- Stop it. Remember the pact.
F*** the pact!
I'm not a fraud!
Don't you ever touch me again!
Good morning, sunshine.
Hello, sweetheart.
Hello, sleepy head.
How are you? Good morning.
All right, here we go.
"Not having Matty with
me on the holiday,
"it... it felt like I
was missing a leg.
"Strange.
"Light.
"That's probably not like
missing a leg at all.
"I don't imagine most
people's first impressions
"of leg loss is weightlessness."
How's that?
There we are.
"I missed him most when
the 'plane was landing.
"We shook a little on descent.
"I thought I was going to die.
"And I hadn't said goodbye.
"JJ's girlfriend's piece meant the
story, our story, didn't die.
"But Martin said to
concentrate on being boring
"and they'd eventually
leave us alone.
"So, that's what I did.
Not difficult.
"And, as for the others,
"as soon as we landed, we scattered
in different directions like we were
"allergic to each other.
"The pact was broken beyond repair,
"and without the pact, our
friendship was broken, too.
"I still saw them, actually,
every now and again.
"I saw Jess in places
she shouldn't be.
"And I did make a little
effort to find JJ,
"just to check he was OK."
JJ, I can't believe...
One last time, slower!
"I never saw Martin.
"No, mostly, I...
I got on with my life
"and hoped they got
on with theirs."
Matty did really well.
We did some interesting
reflex work.
Nice to have him properly
looked after for once.
He reacted well to company.
I'm sure he loved a change
from my blathering.
We couldn't get him
out of this pool.
Well, he's always loved water.
You know, er, there might be a
slot for him to come to one of my
weekly sessions, if you'd like it.
Oh, I'm sure he'd love it.
I'll add him to the list.
You know, you look like you've
caught a bit of colour.
Do I?
You know, from the
pictures in the papers,
it looked like you
picked a very nice spot.
Yes.
Well...
Inchworm measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far
Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are 16
16 and 16 are 32
Matty?
Matty.
Matty.
No. No.
Matty?
Oh, Matty!
We'll let you know as soon
as there's any information.
- Hey, Maureen.
- Oh!
Ah...
Oh, you came, too!
Yeah. Nothing on TV.
Uh, this is my dad. He drove me.
He'll probably say
something very moving.
I'm sorry to hear about
your son, Maureen.
It's not one of his
best attempts, is it?
I'm really... I'm really
grateful you're all...
You're all here.
Of course we're here.
This isn't tea.
No, I know. It's hot chocolate.
- But I asked for tea.
- Well, I was buying
and I don't like the smell of tea.
- So, when you buy rounds in pubs...
- Pink gins.
Then you never have to
buy a round ever again.
It's clever, right, hmm?
Is JJ still not here, then?
I... I couldn't get through to him.
He's probably not
picked up his messages.
Yeah, it's either that or he doesn't
really care. It's one or the other.
I genuinely don't know
how you've survived her.
- Ear plugs.
- I am going to make you
go and sit in the car in a minute.
Ear plugs and pink gin.
He wasn't the reason
I was up there.
Matty.
He wasn't.
No?
There were lots of reasons
I was up on that roof.
You once asked me why, Jess.
And... I said...
I said I felt helpless.
But the truth is, I'd not... I'd not
done a list for living and a list for...
It... It was a feeling.
Not a thought.
But not one of those reasons
was that I didn't love my son.
Not one of them, not one.
Maureen, we know that.
Oh, God! Oh, no, no, no, no, no...
- No, no, no.
- Don't tell me...
He's fine. Maureen. Maureen...
He's fine.
- What?
- We're gonna keep monitoring him.
But he's no longer critical.
- He'll be fine.
- He'll be fine?
- Yeah, he'll be fine.
- OK.
Now, the tubes look
worse than they are.
We'll remove some tonight and the rest,
hopefully, will be out tomorrow.
Oh! I should have seen it coming.
If he'd had... If he'd
had proper care then...
Maureen... you saved him.
It was a myocardial infarction.
He... He had a heart
attack of sorts.
His symptoms were almost invisible.
I didn't notice it. I was
monitoring it and I didn't...
But you caught it.
You saved his life.
Matty's a very lucky
boy to have you.
I only had one thought.
When he...
If he dies, I die.
Well, he lived.
And maybe he feels the same way
about you as you do about him.
Have you ever considered that?
- It's Valentine's Day.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Martin.
- Yeah?
- Today is Valentine's Day.
- Good.
- Martin.
- Yeah.
Breakfast TV's completely messed
up your brain, hasn't it? Come on.
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