Damage Page #3

He wanted to sleep in my bed.

All I knew was

I had to get him out.

I locked the door.

I heard him outside.

He started imploring me,

begging me...

saying he was sorry,

would I forgive him?

I just listened.

For hours, I listened.

Then it stopped.

I went to sleep.

Next morning, I woke, and...

I heard crying.

I went down the corridor.

They all told me not to go in,

but I did...

and I saw Aston.

He'd cut his wrists.

I took his head in my arms.

His face had been

under the water...

and the water was red.

They said we had to leave.

They took me and my mother

to stay with Peter's parents.

They wanted us out of the house.

Peter was waiting.

He took me upstairs.

My nightdress was still

covered with blood.

It was then...

I had to. I knew I had to.

I asked him to f*** me.

"F*** me," I said.

It's all right.

I don't mind her being there.

I really don't mind.

It's just...

I wish Martyn had asked us.

Suddenly she seems to be part

of our lives, which is fine.

It's just this weekend.

It's Hartley, which Martyn knows

is my favorite place on Earth...

and it's my birthday.

It makes me sound mean,

which I hate.

I don't know.

She brings out the worst in me.

Don't worry. It'll be fine.

This is a portrait of Ingrid's

great-great-grandmother.

Was Ingrid brought up here?

Of course.

There have been Lloyds here

for over 200 years.

Ingrid's my only child,

so it falls now to Martyn.

Martyn and his family

will inherit this place.

Meanwhile, I'm by myself.

That's why these weekends

are so wonderful.

Grandpa!

I assume you'll be back many

times and always be welcome.

Won't she, Ingrid?

Thank you, darling.

This is the most

extraordinary place.

You're not convinced?

I was always made to come here

for the holidays.

That isn't fair.

While, of course,

the company was fine...

I should hope.

my childhood

wasn't all wonderful.

Really?

As a matter of fact, it wasn't.

Perhaps... I don't know,

perhaps it was...

Perhaps it was too perfect...

nothing was to disturb

the surface of things.

Everything was fine...

no questions.

It isn't healthy.

That's all I'm saying.

It's not a big issue.

But it's good to have roots.

But roots aren't that great...

unless something else

comes with them.

- Like what?

- I don't know.

Warmth, I suppose.

Passion.

It was probably my fault.

It came more from Dad,

if I have to name anyone.

They make a wonderful couple,

don't they?

Granddad.

Good night, you old devil.

You'll sleep well in this room.

It's one of my favorites.

Right, now concentrate.

Put your arm here,

hand on there, and look there...

and look up.

Close.

Come on here.

Had a good walk?

Who's winning?

I think Martyn

is winning everything.

This house was full...

It was full every weekend.

There we are.

I thought Bob Marley was dead.

Of course he's dead.

Then why...

Ingrid's mother

loved entertaining.

Happy birthday.

Politicians, of course,

and artists came, writers also.

Boundless hospitality!

My wife understood that.

Life's pretty empty without her.

That's why I'm so pleased...

I'm so pleased for both of you.

Am I going too far?

Not yet, but you may soon.

I doubt it.

Come along,

I think we've all guessed.

I assumed that's why you brought

Anna along.

Please!

Can't you see you're

embarrassing Martyn and Anna?

Not at all. Far from it.

Since Grandfather has said...

I've just asked Anna

to marry me...

and I'm pleased to say

she said yes.

Oh, my God.

It's really marvelous.

We both think that's wonderful.

Congratulations, my dear.

Thank you. It's very sudden.

We're taken aback.

But you're pleased?

Of course.

Delighted.

I do mean for both of you.

Congratulations...

I'm sorry.

Clumsy. All right.

I was always sure

you two had this in mind.

I'm pleased I've hastened

the announcement.

You have.

Let's drink a toast.

Come on, children...

to Martyn and Anna.

When did you ask?

When did you ask Anna?

It was a few days ago.

She accepted straight-away?

I know I've hurt you.

All that stuff

at dinner last night.

I don't know what that was.

It's all right.

The funny thing is that today

I feel very close to you.

Heads or tails?

Tails.

Tails.

And Mum...

I know I'm hurting her, but...

whoever I married,

it was going to be hard.

I can tell

she's worried about Anna.

I think she's worried

you're taking on a lot.

But you have to see that

that's why I'm drawn to her.

There's a sadness... in her.

I don't know why,

but it's very interesting.

I've discovered I can help her,

and that's great.

It's the best feeling.

Makes you sound like a nurse.

I'm not trying to stop you.

I like Anna.

I really do...

but are you sure

she's really what you want?

You don't know her.

There's a whole side to her...

that's only there

when we're alone.

If you could see that,

then you'd feel differently.

When we're alone,

she's like no one else.

Sir, I tried to find

all the people you asked for.

I hope so.

- Sir, will you need me?

- I need everybody.

Good morning, sir.

Do you know

what I think of that?

Sir, before we start,

I'd like to apologize...

This is supposed to be

a final draft...

a ministry position paper...

and it's full

of major factual errors.

But what really irritates me

is that I'm the one...

who has to stand up

in Parliament...

and if I've been

wrongly briefed...

then it's me

that gets it in the neck.

It's all very well for you lot.

You shelter behind the woodwork.

You wander in here and say...

"Sorry, we slipped up

on the ozone figures..."

but it's my job!

Has that occurred to you?

If I hadn't spotted

your ball's up...

then my job

would've been on the line.

Do you know that?

You're redrafting?

- Already.

- Good.

That's it. I'm done.

- Good evening, sir.

- Good evening.

Where's your mother?

Work, I suppose.

I haven't seen her.

No Henry tonight?

Sal... I wanted a word.

You know when I saw you

at Hartley the other night...

on the stairs?

I'd had to talk to Anna.

That's what I was doing.

Your mum's a bit upset.

You've probably sensed that.

And...

I was trying to bring

all the parties together.

I'm going to bed.

Oh, dear. Not a bit.

I just love it.

Would you at least choose

the music for the wedding?

You should.

I suppose so.

She doesn't trust me, though.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

That's all right.

- We started without you.

- Good.

Mrs. Prideaux,

welcome to London.

Thank you. How do you do?

How are you?

I was just saying I am

so thrilled at this occasion.

Thrilled for Anna, of course.

One way or another...

I haven't seen

much of her lately...

so it always moves me

so much when I do.

Thank you.

And one look at Martyn...

- My goodness.

- I know.

I feel flattered.

Though, of course,

he's not Anna's usual type.

I'm sorry?

If I may say that.

Anna's first boyfriend

did set a sort of pattern...

tormented, difficult.

And all the others

have followed from there.

Are you talking about Peter?

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