Black Pond Page #3

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I told you it

would be all right.

I'm going to have

a shower.

( Sophie )

And so Blake ended up staying

the night, which is all right.

We have plenty of room.

( Tom )

She sort of came alive

around him.

A bit-- A part of her that

she hadn't sort of brought out

and shown anybody for a while

came out and played.

( dog barking )

Blake ?

Hello ?

Oh.

Tom's given me that

for you to sleep in.

I hope that's all right.

And let me just check that

Tom has changed your bed.

( Blake )

Night-night, Boy.

All right ?

Yes, yes.

Did you give him

the dog chews ?

What dog shoes ?

Not dog shoes, dog chews.

No.

I gave him one

after his dinner.

That's how he knows

when to go to sleep.

( dog barking )

( dog barking )

I don't think

I have dreams anymore.

Or they're all quite

pedestrian.

I had a dream about ham

sandwiches and broadband

on Tuesday.

They were connected

in some way,

the sandwich

and the broadband;

the speed of it and how much

of the sandwich I was eating.

I used to have

really good ones.

I had a thought

the other day.

Would it be better to have

a really godawful,

soul-shattering nightmare,

where you're just--

your whole

head's on fire

and your heart's going

like an epileptic mouse

and you're

shivering and shaking,

and ooh,

just a horrible one,

and then have the relief of

waking up and it's gone ?

Or would you prefer to have the

best dream in the world, ever ?

And I don't mean sexually

necessarily,

although I know that's what

you're thinking I'm thinking,

not that there would be

anything wrong with that,

but I was just wondering

whether it would be better

to see all that

and then have the...

disappointment

of waking up to this,

whatever it is this is.

Or would I prefer to have

the nightmare,

wake up, and shed it

and see that this is

actually all right ?

That this is not so bad.

( Tom )

I did go--

I did go to watercoloring

for a while.

Tom sent me one of his

pictures as an apology.

I mean,

what is that saying ?

That's not saying

sorry to me.

Is it you ?

( Tom )

But you know the thing

with me is,

I just feel that when

you get really good

at doing something,

what's the point ?

( Sophie )

What way up does it go ?

I don't know.

Where are you going ?

I'm going to make a cup

of hot water and milk

and to eat a banana.

A banana ?

Bananas give you energy.

No, they help you sleep.

A banana ?

Yes, a banana.

A banana ?

Yes, a banana, a banana.

Bananas give you

energy for a run.

Don't eat a banana

to go to sleep.

You might as well have

a glucozade.

They calm you down.

It's to do with

serotonin.

I read it

in a supplement.

It's a breakfast fruit.

It's sheer lunacy to have

a banana at this hour.

And he was looking

through photographs,

which was a bit odd

actually,

and at that point

I did start to wonder--

I was a little bit uncomfortable

about that, I suppose.

It just seems impossible,

looking at all of you

in those photos.

It's like

somebody made you up.

Sitting on the toilet

having a wee

In the middle of the night

Having a wee

Sitting like a lady

having a wee

So nobody can

hear me having a wee

I guess it's okay to say now

that I wasn't in a position

with my marriage to want to feel

jealous towards anybody.

If anybody wanted to

spend time with my wife,

that was fine with me.

You know, not because I disliked

her but because, you know,

if she could find some pleasure

somewhere else then, you know,

good luck to her.

( Blake )

No note.

Just vanished.

But then one morning

in the middle of winter,

he went down

to that lake,

and it was solid.

Frozen edge to edge,

overnight.

And something told him that was

the lake's way of telling him

that she'd gone,

that she was dead.

In the lake.

That was the lake mourning.

Sheltering her from the terrors

of the world, where it's quiet.

I think it was my hairdresser

told me that story,

when I mentioned

that I liked to fish there.

I think I know what you're

asking me,

and no, I don't think

he was suffering from

clinical depression.

I think he was sad because he

was talking about sad things

and when sad things happen,

sane people cry.

( thunder )

Ah, ah, ah !

( Sophie )

What's going on here ?

Did you do

the dishwasher ?

Yes.

Don't put this knife

in the dishwasher.

Please.

I have said

a thousand times.

Too many bananas perhaps,

putting you in a banana ?

Twat off !

Why is everything

so difficult ?

Fish it out

with a teaspoon.

The dog is shitting in

your lovely garden.

Shall I put some music on ?

Why ?

We don't have any music.

The girls took all

the music with them.

I'm going to go

and look for some music.

We can have a dance.

We certainly cannot

have a dance.

The whole point of dancing

is that it's beautiful.

( phone ringing )

I've lost the dog again.

So what ?

He's not here.

He's not in

the front garden ?

Why would he be in

the front garden ?

Tom !

Tom, I tried !

I was too late !

I thought he was playing !

Oh !

( Sophie )

The Earth turns round to hide me

from the moon

and then turns more to

shield me from the day.

The morning gasps and mourns

the afternoon,

it begs the Earth to

whisk my face away.

My first thought was,

he's drowned my dog.

But then I stopped

thinking that.

( doorbell )

Sorry, I forgot my keys.

Oh, hello.

I've got some bad news.

What ?

I'm sorry.

What ?

Don't keep saying "what."

I'm showing you

his corpse !

So this is where I,

um, buried Boy

when I got him

back from the police.

This is where

I re-buried him.

Um, and then this is Bertie, who

is a cat that I got after

I moved and he-- he died.

And then, in fact, through here,

we've got Thomas,

who is a cat that a neighbor

had, and I looked after him

when the

neighbor got too, too old,

looked after him,

and he died as well, so I just

sort of--

I just seem to be here

to see them through.

What do you mean a fit ?

I didn't see it happen.

I was on the phone

to you.

But I could sense it,

that something was wrong.

It's no good sensing,

is it ?

Sorry, I didn't

mean to interrupt.

Looks rather better on you

than it does on me.

Yes, it's very comfortable.

Like wearing

a soft home.

Thanks again, Blake.

Please, no,

it's my fault.

I thought I was witnessing

some kind of euphoria

and he was thrashing

for dear life.

I'll make some tea

for everybody.

Oh no, don't worry,

I'll do it.

What sort of tea

would you like ?

I don't know why you're acting

as though there's a choice.

We just have tea, normal tea.

Normal tea is lovely,

thank you.

Perhaps we should

put him in the fridge ?

No, not you.

I'm not putting our dead dog

in the fridge.

Dinner's in the fridge.

We should tell the girls

anyway.

Yes, we should.

I'm just going to go

to the gent's.

Sophie ?

Can I tell you something ?

Boy wanted to die

this morning.

It really did look

like he was dancing.

And the birds, like a frenzy

of angels ushering him away.

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