Love of My Life Page #2

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not now, I would

guess, from your face.

You know, that's fine,

you read your book.

That's fine, that's fine.

But, uh,

anytime in the next

24, 48 hours,

I'm here for you.

Also 72 hours.

How many nights home do you have left?

- Four.

- Four!

Four, that's loads of time, four.

Yeah, or-or-or

cuddles.

Cuddles, too, all the cuddles you want.

And if the cuddles lead to sex,

yay!

[Dog Barking]

You

are the love of my life.

How dare you come here?

Why, I had to come.

You did not have to come.

Our daughter needed me.

She's been sobbing all

the way here on the plane.

- Zoe's here?

- Of course Zoe's here.

Oh god, Kaitlyn must have called her.

Richard:
She's gone straight to bed.

She said you'd need your sleep but-

So you crawl into my bed?

You're still a beautiful woman, Gracie.

Grace:
I am calling a cab.

You need to go to a hotel.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not leaving.

Never again, never.

Grace, are you speaking?

Uh huh.

Richard.

- Hi.

- Yeah, hi, Tom.

Wow.

Uh, I heard voices, but uh-

well, I didn't expect to see you.

Really, Tom? Really?

Yeah, yeah.

Really, yeah.

Congratulations on the new novel.

I haven't had a chance to read it yet,

but they said on the

radio you might win

a second Tolstoy Prize.

Why on earth would I want

to talk about my book.

Gracie has a brain tumour!

[Sighs]

Yeah, I don't really read your books.

I was just being polite.

Well, I don't think now is

the time for politeness, Tom.

So I'm just gonna come

right out and say this, okay?

I'm gonna win Grace back.

Tom, I think you need to go to bed.

No, you need to avoid unnecessary stress.

Please, please, please, go to bed.

I'll deal with this.

Because I think that needs an answer.

- No, I will answer it for you.

- Well, I was going to say-

No, I know what you're gonna say, darling.

We have been married forever.

Not forever.

Yeah, and I'm not that predictable.

I could, theoretically, still surprise you.

[Laughs]

No.

No, you couldn't.

Please, go to bed.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'll see you later.

Bye, sweetheart.

Tom:
Okay, well, I'm just upstairs.

So,

what was he gonna say to me?

I don't care.

I would say the same thing to you

if Tom were not my husband.

If the only husband I had ever had

was a lying little sh*t

who cheated on me when

I had a newborn baby!

Why are you exaggerating?

She wasn't newborn, she was

six months old.

This is insane.

You know, I might

surprise you all and live.

That would be fantastic.

Well, wouldn't you only

want me because I'm dying?

If you thought you were stuck with me

for the rest of your life,

you never would have got

on that plane in London.

No.

I've changed.

Well, I haven't.

I still hate you and I

want you out of my house

by the time I get up in the

morning, do you understand?

Unless you want to be the first to die.

[Sighs]

I can read Middlemarch.

I'm smart.

I read fast.

Why not?

Did you tell him what I was gonna tell him?

Go to sleep.

I'm gonna start with chapter one.

Did you tell him I love you?

Yeah, yeah.

Skip the prelude.

So is he leaving?

Yes.

Brooke had the kind of beauty-

Yeah, he's leaving.

Of course, he's leaving.

So, what's for breakfast?

Grace:
"This is very kind

of you," said Dorothea,

looking up at Mr.

Casaubon with delight.

"It is noble. After all,

people may have some vocation"-

You made him breakfast in bed?

You never made me breakfast in bed.

It's for Zoe.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Carry on.

Richard:
You're still here?

[Yawning]

Thought you would've gone by now.

Oh, Mom.

Everything's gonna be okay.

No, that's not what Kaitlyn said.

Grace:
I'm sure they can

cut the whole thing out.

I need to have a little bit of radiation.

It'll be fine.

I'm just sorry that you had

to leave your great new job

in London and come home.

I've got to go to work because

the model has arrived

for the new project.

You're going to work?

Yeah.

Which goes to show what a little fuss

about nothing this all is.

Okay.

Go back to sleep.

Oh, Mom.

I brought dad with me.

Is that okay?

Yeah.

The more, the merrier.

Richard:
Hey.

Grace:
Right.

I'm off.

You're going to work?

Of course, I am.

I'm not the jerk who makes

loads of money writing

pretentious, self-serving lies about

someone I used to be married to.

Speaking of which,

I expect you to be gone

by the time I get home.

I have only written about our marriage

in my first novel.

Which won one of the

biggest prizes in the world.

It's still in print,

a modern classic.

They teach it in schools.

But nobody knew that was based on you.

The fragile but brilliant

hero's neurotic first wife

named Kelly?

As in Grace Kelly?

Everybody knew!

I don't have time for this in so many ways.

Richard, please,

let this be our final goodbye.

The man who makes dying

feel like an easier option.

[Door Slams]

You're not really going to work?

I am going to work.

Nah, you've got a secret life.

- A rendezvous with a lover.

- I've got a meeting at 10.

Jesus.

Is this really who you've become?

The kind of person that goes to the office

when they're dying?

I don't actually think I am dying.

Yeah, you know what, you may be,

and on Monday.

And, just look at you.

What? I-

I like my suit.

I'm not talking about your suit.

You're not afraid! Why not?

Don't tell me how I feel.

I always know how you feel.

[Chuckles]

The great genius at work.

How am I feeling now, Richard?

Do the words,

f*** you, come to mind?

And not in a good way.

You know, you're right.

We should've just done it then.

Done what?

This.

What are you doing?

Do you remember

when our marriage was falling apart,

we were walking down

some street in Islington,

and you started crying?

And you said that you didn't

want to be one of those

little people who gets

married and divorced,

and married and divorced,

you wanted to be a big person

with one great love,

and if we were gonna be

petty little people

with little lives then

why don't we just lie down

in the middle of the road

until some kind bugger ran over us and

put us out of our misery?

Did I ever really think

love was that important?

God, I was so young.

Love is that important.

Get up!

Don't do this!

I've only got four days to live,

and I don't have time to

save your worthless life.

Tom:
Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

Finish your breakfast.

I heard yelling.

Yeah, sure.

I'll see you tonight.

Yeah, okay.

I love you.

Tom:
Oh, Grace?

Do we have any of those muffins?

Yeah, I-I think we got

one left in the fridge.

Okay, thanks.

And you still love me.

So,

how long in the microwave?

Uh,

just about 30 seconds.

Yeah, yeah, thank you.

Get run over,

I'm going to work.

How can you go to work?

'Cause it's a big project for me.

I spent ages on this.

And now I've missed my bus.

I'm gonna be late for

my meeting, you bastard!

I know why you're not afraid.

You're not afraid because

you're already dead.

Well, I'm here to

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