Hilary and Jackie Page #5

I'm sure it's

nobody's fault.

Don't eat those cakes, daddy.

They're for my visitors.

Sorry, Jacks.

Am I a cello genius?

You know you are.

Danny, I just want

to play again.

I'll play

the f***ing triangle.

I just want to make

music again.

Ok.

Leave it with me.

Oh, my goodness,

it's me.

Teaching

can be just as rewarding

as playing in its own way.

Don't you think?

What?

I said teaching can be

as rewarding as playing

in its own way.

Where's Hilary?

She had to leave early.

It's a long drive.

I want Hilary.

Right.

I'll go and see

if the car's here.

Margaret, the flowers.

Danny.

Mm-hmm?

I think

my hearing's going.

Very brave of her

when you think about it.

Can't so much

as bang a drum

unless the whole world's

looking at her.

I'm sorry. I think we

ought to go and see her.

If we go back now,

it'll be quieter.

I'd like to see her.

I wish you would

go and see her.

You haven't been to see

her in such a long time.

She'll have

heaps of visitors,

and she doesn't

want to see me.

She seemed so unhappy.

Well, mother, that is

hardly surprising.

But she was happy.

And now she says she wasn't.

I thought if you could

show her this...

what for?

Well, as evidence.

It might remind her.

Mummy, everyone smiles

for photographs.

Hello, Danny?

Hi. How are you?

Great.

I'm missing you.

Listen, I won't be able

to get home this weekend.

Mahler...

I've always hated Mahler.

Now I hate him more.

Perhaps next week

I'll get home.

I hope so.

What was that?

What?

I heard a noise.

What sort of noise?

It was nothing.

It's probably my hearing

playing up again.

It sounded like

a baby crying.

I see.

It must be my hearing

playing up again,

wasn't it?

I'll call you later.

You bastard.

Where's Hilary?

She's...

the children

have got a virus,

and they didn't want

you to catch it.

Typical.

When...

you play...

everyone...

loves you.

When you stop...

you're alone.

I'm sure it's not quite

that bad, Jacks.

Unh. Look at this.

Music and movement.

Oh...

oh, for heaven's sake,

stop crying.

I don't understand

what she wants.

I think she's in

some sort of pain.

There are things you want

to say. I can see that.

But you cannot say them.

We cannot understand them.

But there is someone

who hears your thoughts.

Do not worry.

God hears them all.

He hears

your every thought.

Aah!

Yes?

Uh, it's Hilary.

Jacqueline's sister.

Oh, I see.

This is

my brother Piers.

Hello.

Isn't this

shocking weather?

Yes.

Well,

where's she going?

We can't get

anything down her.

I've been trying

for days.

May I try?

Shh, shh, shh.

It's Hilary.

That's it.

Up we go.

Come on.

There. Good.

Thought you

weren't watching.

Come on.

Still in there

somewhere, Jacks?

Come on.

Hmm?

Still in there

somewhere?

Good girl.

Good girl.

When you love someone,

you find that pictures

of them stay with you

all the time

in your heart.

Pictures of the way

you think of them

when you think of them.

With mummy,

it's that day

you broke the drum

at the BBC.

Whenever you think

you've lost that person,

you start

with a picture

and then you

find them again.

You want to know

what I think of

when I think of you?

When people say

Jacqueline Du Pr to me,

I think of

a day on a beach

a long time ago.

Long before you

played the cello.

Before that

Jacqueline Du Pr

or this one.

And we were

playing a game.

When I was but...

13 or so...

I went into

a golden land.

Cimbarozo Cotopaxi

took me by the hand,

over the Orinoco...

across the blazing

Kalahari desert

through the untamed

grasslands of the veldt,

over the steppes...

and home.

Do you remember what you

said to me that day, Jackie?

You said that everything

was going to be all right.

And in the end, it was.

Hundreds

of roads are blocked,

and large parts of the rail

network are out of action.

The home secretary is chairing

an emergency meeting

to discuss ways of dealing

with the emergency.

The cellist Jacqueline Du Pr

has died at her London home.

She was 42.

Jacqueline Du Pr...

oh, god.

And won several awards

before rising to the top

of her profession.

She will be

particularly remembered

for her performances of

Elgar's cello concerto.

Stop the car, Piers.

Stop the car!

Oh, god!

Jackie!

Hil, where are you going?

When I was but 13 or so,

I went into a golden land.

Cimbarozo Cotopaxi

took me by the hand...

over the Orinoco...

across the blazing

Kalahari desert...

through the untamed

grasslands of the veldt...

over the steppes...

and home.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Just to see you.

Bye.

Jackie.

I just wanted

to tell you

that everything is

going to be all right.

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