Love of My Life Page #5
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- Year:
- 2017
- 106 min
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[Doorbell Ringing]
[Belching]
Maybe that's enough, huh?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Tamara:
And so, we meet again.Grace:
Richard!I sincerely hope this is an illusion
caused by your brain tumour.
Yes, let's be civilized, shall we?
We'll drink champagne and
deal with this like grownups.
We are grownups.
Do grownups steal
other women's husbands, Gracie?
Yes they do, some of them.
As you should know.
And I don't intend
stealing anyone's husband.
And please, Tamara, don't call me Gracie.
I told you she didn't like that.
Look, alright, I'll handle this, Gracie.
If he loved you he wouldn't
have left you for me.
He did not leave me.
That was in his novel.
In real life, I kicked him out.
You kicked him out
because he was in love with me.
And I knew you'd want your revenge one day.
So now you want him back.
Well, over my dead body.
If it's dead bodies we're talking about,
have the advantage here.
Excuse me.
glass of champagne, please?
I'm the one who's just got off the plane.
I will, and um,
I'll have one myself.
Tamara:
Thank you, Ted.Tom:
It's Tom.I want you to know that none
of this is directed at you.
No, no, no. I didn't think it was, no.
Richard kind of trails chaos after him.
Do you know what he said to
me on the phone last night?
What my husband said to me.
He said that Gracie was
the love of his life.
Do you know how much that hurt me?
I don't need another love of my life.
I already have one.
Who needs two?
He's not the love of your life.
She just said I was.
The point is, Richard is all yours.
Don't try and use reverse psychology on me.
We can all do that.
Richard's yours, go on.
Take him!
Nice champagne, isn't it?
Yeah, it is, isn't it?
I flew economy.
A woman like me should never fly economy.
drink like I was a peasant.
[Stuttering]
I don't mean to make
this situation any worse
- than it already is
- Then I'll just call a cab.
But I would just like to
clear up a couple of points
that have been made, two points.
Grace:
Yeah, or youcould just leave.
First, I do not trail chaos behind me.
Okay, yes, I used to.
But it's been many years
since I've trailed chaos.
So stop judging me on
the man that I used to be.
And yes, I'm here because I love Gracie.
I'm not ashamed of that.
I'm ashamed of leaving
her for this lunatic.
Oh, go ahead, stab me in the heart,
why don't you, you bastard!
Tom:
Richard, that'scompletely uncalled for,
and to your own wife.
You're such a gentleman, Ted.
Right, and that's the second point.
Yes, Tamara is technically speaking
still my legal wife,
but it has been many years
since we have lived under the same roof,
and even longer
since we've slept together.
You swore till death do we part.
Yeah but I made the same vows to Gracie
when we got married,
so I don't think that's a winning point
for your side of the argument.
The last person you said it
to is the one that counts.
No, no, no, no.
Surely, the first is the binding pledge
that seals the deal, right?
No, no, no, she doesn't
get to win by dying first.
That's cheating.
Yeah, I think we're all a
little bit off topic here.
Now, can I book someone a hotel?
How dare you tell me to go to a hotel.
That is not an insult.
I will pay.
No, I'm not going to a hotel
to f*** you.
I will not f*** your husband, I promise.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
if there's anything like that going on,
as Gracie's husband and the
official love of her life,
I'll be taking care of it.
Oh my god.
I just wish I stayed in the office today.
Why were you at the office?
You told me she was dying.
No, no, no, no, she is dying.
It's the end of my world.
You poor darling man.
No, no, no, you finish the
champagne, darling, it'll help.
Go on.
Yeah, it's probably a good idea.
Please, Tom, no more.
Give it to me.
He wants a glass of champagne!
Listen, I bought the champagne-
[Raucous Arguing]
Tamara.
Zoe, darling!
Come and give your stepmommy a hug.
And Kaitlyn, look at
you, all grown up.
Come on, I want a hug from you, too.
- Come on.
- Uh, oh, okay.
Did you fly all the way from London
to see my mother before she-
What?
Oh yes, yes.
I couldn't let her um,
depart without seeing her one last time.
Your mother and I have
a lot more in common
than you girls realize.
So many memories.
And I'm staying here
right till the very end.
[Bright Playful Music]
Sofa's fine.
Well, I'm not sleeping with her.
I've slept in all kinds of places.
Richard:
Oh, I'm sureyou have, Tamara!
Though not in a hotel, apparently.
I like being right in the middle of things,
where I can see everything,
and hear any noises up above.
Grace:
Maybe I should go to a hotel.[Sighs]
[Door Creaking]
[Door Creaking]
Oh hi, you're awake.
I was just having a look around.
Nice place.
Do you own it?
Yes.
Well, I see you put
Richard right next door.
It's just because it's Kaitlyn's old room.
[Whispering] Are you really dying?
It's possible.
It's always possible, darling.
I'm not a well women myself.
The doctor said to get ready.
Ready for what?
Oh god.
Oh god to die, sorry.
Yes.
That's not good when they say that, is it?
No.
It's nice.
You happy with whatsisname?
Ted.
Tom.
Of course we're happy.
Well, I don't know what is happy.
Okay, so it's just a marriage like
other people's marriages.
No, I wouldn't say that.
He's a good man.
Is he?
Yeah, well, it can be enough
in a man at our age, can it?
How did you meet?
I really don't want to go
into all that right now.
Oh come on, Grace, please.
I'm interested.
Okay, if you really want to know.
I do.
My husband was shacked
up with another woman.
And I was at a grocery store
and I couldn't stop crying,
'cause I had hardly any money,
and the groceries were
really heavy and my baby
wouldn't stop screaming.
And this really nice
man helped me home.
And the next day he
turned up with his toolbox
to fix a window that I
didn't even know was cracked.
Always love a man with a toolbox.
It was a horrible
winter, as you may recall,
in so many ways.
Ah.
So one night,
you drank too much wine,
slept with a nice toolbox man,
and ended up pregnant.
Now wait-
I didn't know what he was gonna say,
we hardly knew each other.
Yeah, well,
that's always an awkward
situation, isn't it?
Yeah, but he was ecstatic.
Really wanted to be a dad, and to Zoe, too
And Richard-
Yeah, well, Richard was away with you.
Screaming and f***ing and
throwing shoes at each other.
So you know,
maybe you were the lucky one.
Maybe except the brain
tumour thing, you know.
Yeah, maybe even that, Grace.
It's not like getting
old is any fun, is it?
Particularly in the
circles I move in.
Men buzz around you like flies.
Next thing you know,
they're chatting
up some 19-year-old
and you're on the corner drinking alone.
I tell you what.
It's been so nice having Zoe for company
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