Incendiary Page #4

Synopsis: Grief, guilt, and betrayal. In North London, a young mother dotes on her four-year-old son and lives in a modest flat with her husband, a cop in the bomb squad. The Arsenal football team is their religion. On May Day, a major terrorist attack brings tragedy while she is in the arms of a rich reporter who lives over the road. She wishes she were dead. In grief and guilt, she pursues revenge, faces betrayal, experiences delusions, and may be suicidal. Two men seek her affection: the reporter and a colleague of her husband's who imagines caravan camping with her on a beach. In London, the city of the Great Fire and of Hitler's bombardment, is there any way back to life for her?
Director(s): Sharon Maguire
Production: Capitol Films
 
IMDB:
5.9
Rotten Tomatoes:
22%
R
Year:
2008
96 min
330 Views


at the time.

Actually, she has asked me

to move out. My wife, Tessa.

So, I've been living

in a Travelodge, off and on.

- Sorry.

- That's all right. No need to be.

Travelodges aren't actually that bad.

She's says I'm married to the job.

Do you think it's possible...

to love someone and betray them

at the same time?

Yes.

Would you like another drink?

I've got to go to the toilet, anyway.

I'm standing by in case

any misfortune is befalling you.

I thought you might be in trouble.

The man is wearing a green polo shirt.

He's wearing a lime green polo shirt.

I'm not blessed with much fashion acuity,

but I know a plonker when I see one.

I'm worried about you.

You should go home, Jasper.

Good night...

Thanks.

(Sighs heavily)

Can I just tell you something?

As long as it's not about caravans,

Terrence.

I er...

I sometimes imagine

you and me together.

Not in... not in that way. Not...

Just erm...

Just that it's the morning and we're away

somewhere in a caravan, and er...

And the sun's pouring through

the window and we're lying in bed...

and we're miles from London.

And you can see those little specks

of dust glowing in the air above us.

And it's very quiet and still.

We're chatting away and all of a sudden

you turn to me and you ruffle my hair.

That's all... you ruffle my hair.

And we smile because

we understand one another.

You could just grunt or something,

just so I don't feel like a complete prat.

Sorry, Terrence,

I didn't quite catch any of that.

- What about your wife?

- I'm not sure we'd take her.

It's quite a small caravan, you see?

Where would we go?

Oh, Camber Sands, maybe.

(Seagulls shriek)

(Terrence) Camber's lovely.

It's got lovely sand dunes...

...and swaying grass.

Sound of the waves at night.

You seem like a good, decent man,

Terrence.

But I think it's only fair to point out

that I'm not a good or decent person.

Please don't waste your time

caring for me.

It doesn't matter what you say.

I'm not going to go away.

I will find every piece of your heart

that has been blown to smithereens

and I will put it back together again.

And it will probably take a long time,

but then I'm a patient man.

And, above all, I'll be your friend.

(Typing)

(Computer beeps)

(Clicks keyboard)

(Echoes of boy gasping)

(Boy laughs)

(Boy laughs)

You ain't much of a bowler, are you?

- What? You think you are?

- I am, actually.

Come on.

- It's great here.

- Yeah.

I came here with my little boy once.

We went digging for sand worms.

Is he back yet?

No. No, not yet.

I wish my Dad would come back.

Do you think he'll come back?

Yeah.

What's your dad like?

He does impressions of people.

Does he? Who?

Erm... Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Yogi Bear.

(Woman) Let's check the trains to

St Albans. We'd better get you home.

I'll get the tickets.

Wait!

- Wait!

- Leave me alone!

(Man) 'Asian suspect running

through the main concourse.

- 'All units.'

- Responding.

- Police!

- Wait! He's not dead!

(Boy's voice echoes) 'Mummy! '

(Echoes of boy laughing)

(Boy) 'Mummy! I'm running.

I'm running really fast.'

(Man) 'Asian youth with a backpack

running towards platform two.'

Stop!

(Echoes of boy laughing)

Wait! Wait for me!

(Boy) 'Mummy! '

(Officer) Stay where you are!

Don't move!

(Man) 'Confirmed

on cameras 1, 5 and 8.'

(Officer) Stand still!

(Gasping)

- (Man) 'Subject is wearing a backpack.

- Take position.

- He's not dead!

- Stop!

Stay where you are!

You said he'll come back.

He is coming back!

He texted me to meet him.

I kept it. Look.

(Man) 'Proceed with highest caution.'

(Woman) No, please! Don't move!

No!

(Gunshot)

(Screams)

(Muffled sounds of waves breaking)

(Explosions)

(Waves breaking)

Oh, you're back with us.

You're going to be all right.

The bullet grazed the orbital plate

near your temple.

(Muffled) I'm going to ask the doctor

to come and see you...

(Footsteps approaching)

(Door creaks open)

Would you like to tell me

what's going on?

It was 28th April.

It was 4 days and 12 hours. That's how

long I had left of him... both of them.

And then they'd be gone forever.

We went to the seaside for the day,

just him and me.

My mum took me

to Camber Sands once.

It's the one perfect memory I have of us,

and the day I took him was perfect, too.

Eight weeks ago, you see, he was here.

I had him to... you know, to...

I had him to hold. I could smell him.

I could touch his cheek with my lips,

and now...

He's never coming back, is he?

(Terrence clears his throat)

I now know everything there is

to know about you.

That's very kind.

It's nice of you to take an interest.

These are strange times.

And we find ourselves with more

than one area of mutual interest.

You need to learn

when to leave well alone.

To not take what isn't yours.

And I would like to think that I could

offer you the counsel of a wiser head.

Taking what isn't yours could lead

to very serious consequences.

If I was you, Jasper Black, I'd take

solace in the antics of love-rat vicars,

or whatever it is you write about, rather

than things of which you know nothing.

(Snorts)

Otherwise, you might find yourself

becoming the headline.

That's very kind of you, Terrence.

I'm indebted to you for your advice.

The Crown vs Mohammad Ahmad,

Sonny Ghorbani was a suspect

in that case.

You had him under surveillance

five years ago.

I'm guessing no one wanted

that little cock-up exposed

until there was some glory

to cover it up with.

You know the real reason

it could never work for you and her?

- I thought you were finished.

- Because every time she looks at you...

...the only thing she'll see is that day.

I didn't know you were a Chelsea fan.

That squash bag you cart around

with you on your days off.

I must find out where I can get one.

'There's a lot of things we got

in common these days, Osama.

'Betrayal is one of them.

'That must be something

you think about a lot.

'How often do you look

your men in the eye

'and wonder if you can really trust them?

'But if you murdered life that day,

then I murdered love.

'and now I have to live without it.'

Recently, Terrence, I've found myself

imagining you and me together.

Yeah?

I never thought I could, but...

...but sometimes I let myself.

So please tell me that it isn't true.

What?

Tell me you didn't go to the match

that day because you got stuck in traffic,

or you gave your ticket

to a friend as a present.

Just tell me it's not because you knew.

I keep thinking

Lenny would've understood.

My child was four years old.

He understood 'f...' all.

- I didn't believe they'd die.

- What?

We believed there might be

one suicide bomber.

Our worst casualty estimate

was below 50.

The chances of either of them

dying was 500-1.

- You worked out the odds.

- No, we assessed the risk.

You got it wrong.

I... I had no choice. I had no choice.

We'd a mole in a terrorist cell and they'd

been planning an attack on Whitehall.

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