Iris Page #4

Do you know many secrets now, Iris?

You have shown me a map of Iris'...

...brain world. Empty...

You tell me that its hidden mysteries and ...

...and all the unknown life

in there has gone, has been wiped.

How then...

How can she say things

with such a terrible lucidity?

Which bit of the empty jungle

does that come from?

-We don't know.

-Not we. You don't know.

Don't hide, please.

Is it not remotely possible...

...that what Iris says

is of some consequence, yes?

yes, perhaps.

So, perhaps we ought to learn her language...

...before the lights go out.

The lights -- will go out.

Yes, of course they will.

You all keep telling me, us, that.

I know that. She may even know that herself.

Iris.

I'm sure you can write it.

Just get one word down.

Persevere.

Iris, your notebook!

No, Iris. No, no. Come, come.

That's it.

we'll walk -- we'll read...

...and then you'll write. Be just like the old days.

It's Iris, mama.

Look who's here, Iris.

Hello. Hello.

Yes, Iris, sea.

I thought we'd walk, calm her down a bit.

She has an idea for a novel.

-Hello, Iris.

-Hello, Iris.

Talk to her, Janet.

Hello, Iris. The sea's a bit cold for swimming.

Stay as long as you like, there's plenty of room.

-We don't want to be nuisance...

-Oh, no you're not!

It's as much for mum as anyone,

give her a bit of a rest.

Can't rush around these days,

John, tummy trouble.

-Is she ill?

-She gets tired easily.

She's really not...

What do we do?

Just talk to her.

Say things to her

that she can write. She can you know.

It's all right, is it, John?

It'll get better

as you get to know each other better.

Iris has got more than one world

going on inside her head...

...a secret world.

Until another book comes out.

I'm only friend that knows of her secret world.

Oh, John.

No, no, it's like living in a fairy story.

I'm the young man in love

with a beautiful maiden...

...who disappears into an unknown

and mysterious world...

...but who always comes back.

Iris!

Look.

Iris, look, he's got his clothes on.

He's got his clothes on!

He's got his clothes on. He's got his clothes on.

Seems very sensible to me.

-Janet, are you all right?

-I'm absolutely fine, John.

I thought I'd get her to sign this.

Anything is fine. Just get her to write.

Does she know anything about her past?

Her career, work, friends?

Something of a closed book.

But it's there -- I know it.

Oh, that's wonderful. Well done, puss.

Good to see your book so well received, Iris.

Yes, wasn't it?

You thought you'd never finish it, didn't you?

I read her the reviews.

You hated me doing it before.

Would you sign your new book for me, Iris?

Like postcards, do it at once or you don't.

Please?

I see an angel.

I think it's you.

We're undewater now.

There are some drugs, aren't there, Iris?

But they don't last long.

And when the friendly fog disperses...

...there yawns

the precipice before you, doesn't it, puss?

They're beautiful.

Horrible, isn't it, puss?

Horrible thing...

...when you're there

with your toes at the edge of the precipice.

You can say anything you like as...

...long as you make it sound like it's a joke.

Oh, don't John, that's cruel.

that's where you're wrong.

It's not cruel, it's nothing...

...because it's not understood.

She's in her own world now.

Which is perhaps what she's always wanted.

Come on. Let's go in.

When do we go?

Chin up, John.

Janet.

Yes, puss. Yes.

Going, going. No, I do go.

Soon, we'll -- we'll go soon.

Now... now.

Who is it? Who is it?

Hello, hello.

Are you there?

Where this?

...soars enchanted...

As I hear the sweet lark sing

In the clear air of the day.

How much is that doggy in the window?

The one with the waggly tail

How much is that doggy in the window?

I do hope that doggy's for sale.

Sing your mother's song.

Sing your mother's song.

All my soul's adoration.

And I think he will hear me.

...soars enchanted

I hear the sweet lark sing...

...of the day.

It is this that gives my soul.

All its joyous elation

As I hear the sweet lark sing

In the clear air...

...of the day.

Dear thoughts are in my mind

And my soul soars enchanted.

As I hear the sweet lark sing

In the clear air of the day.

For a tender beaming smile...

...to my hope has been granted

And tomorrow he shall hear...

...all my fond heart can say

As I hear the sweet lark sing...

...in the...

Come, gentlemen...

...we shall have to do better than this.

aren't you a bad cat?

And tomorrow he shall hear...

...all my fond heart can say

Teletubbies!

Morning.

Morning. Oh thank you.

-Okay. Bye.

-Than kyou. Bye.

It's only the postman.

Time for teletubbies -- Time for Teletubbies.

Tinky winky Tinky Winky

It's only the postman.

It'sonlythepostman.

It's only the postman.

It's only the postman.

Where have the Teletubbies gone?

remember Proteus?

-What about Proteus?

-I'm like Proteus.

You've got to keep hold of me

the way Hercules kept hold of him.

Even thought he changed into...

... a lion and a fish...

...and a snake.

I'm worried about the river, we swim.

You never know, sir.

I have, of course,

looked everywhere here already.

Everything you do...

...everything you say, write...

...you do it superbly.

And you're always going to, all your life...

...whatever you turn your hand to. I know it.

And I know you must feel

that I don't belong in your world.

I don't.

Between the soup and the baked beans.

Thank you so much.

I caught her before she got to the check-out.

She's been gone for hours...

..I thought I'd never see her again. Never.

Well... all's well that...

Please do, tell me your name?

I'm Maurice, John.

Iris' friend.

I was a witness at your wedding.

Well, I'm late for a meeting.

-Maurice, so sorry...

-So sorry.

Were you trying to get away from me?

Did you want to leave me, Iris?

Please?

I feel as if I don't know anything about you.

When you know

everything about me, then I'll be dead.

He's a Professor of Ancient History..

They have a maling influence on you I think.

They all have, all your 'friends'.

He's a teacher, a master of thought.

You talk, do you. You master thoughts together?

We make love, yes,

but that's not the important thing.

Then he goes home to his wife in London.

Does it frighten you?

I feel as if I'm standing in a long line of suitors...

...waiting for a kind word.

I'll always give you a kind word.

We must accept me as I am.

And I'm to be kept in my box or not kept at all.

Nothing matters except...

...loving what is good.

Am I good?

Just...

...keep tight hold of me and it'll be all right.

Who are you with now, Iris?

Who is it?

We're lost.

We're lost. We're lost...

There is no reason for this.

And if there is I don't know it.

I hate you Iris. You stupid cow.

I bloody loathe you.

Every bloody inch of you.

All your friends have finished with you.

Nobody else has you anymore...

...except your f***ing best friend

Doctor f***ing Alzheimer....

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