Off Piste Page #2

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- But it is though.

- What?

- It is my business,

especially if you've

started hurting yourself again.

I'm the first person

you need to be

talking to about

that sort of thing.

- What possibly makes you think

that that's your business?

- Because I'm your boyfriend.

- Look Ethan, we go

over this all the time.

I see you like my brother.

- Look. I got you something.

- What?

- I was in town, walking

around the market,

and I found that

and thought of you.

Do you like it?

- It's lovely, but

I can't accept this.

- Well, if you don't have it,

then I'm not gonna give

it to anybody else, am I?

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Look, um, you just

seem really stressed

and I really think it would

do you a world of good

to talk to somebody

about what's going on,

especially because

I've told you all about

my own foster parents

in the first place.

- I just don't want

to talk about this.

- That's not how this works.

- I've got to go.

- Can you just,

for a second, wait?

- Would you get off?

- And we can talk.

Why won't you just tell me?

- NIAMH:
Get off.

- Fine.

Always hiding from the truth.

Coward.

- STANLEY:
That's just rubbish.

- What is?

- That if we make

a wrong decision,

we shouldn't beat

ourselves up about it,

that we should just

forget it happened.

But what if the

decisions that we made

caused pain or distress

to someone else?

- Have you hurt someone by

a decision you have made?

- Again, you answer a

question by asking a question.

Is this therapy or is

this an interrogation?

- I'm sorry you feel that way.

- Look, why don't you just

help me so that I can buy you

a pointless gift and live

happily ever f***ing after?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to swear.

- It's fine.

How was your week?

- Okay.

That's a lie.

It was crap.

- Have you been writing

in your journal?

- No.

- Why not?

- I felt stupid.

- It's confidential

what you write in there.

No one will see it,

not even myself.

- Then what's the point in it?

- It's just a way of

expressing yourself.

Releasing some

tension on your mind.

- I wouldn't know

where to start.

- Just write, it

will come naturally.

Expressing yourself is

good for your health.

Containing it will destroy you.

It's when you were in the army

that's getting to you, isn't it?

Stanley.

Stanley, come sit back down.

- I'm sorry, Bernadette.

I know you're

trying but like all

the previous therapists,

you can't help me.

- MARY:
Stanley, is that you?

- Yeah.

- How was your day?

- Good.

All good.

Look, I'm tired.

I'm gonna get an early night.

- Oh, okay.

Are you sure you're all right?

- I'm fine.

Goodnight.

- Night darling.

(gentle piano music)

(muffled chattering)

(guns cocking)

(plane whirring)

- I'm here.

Yeah. it's beautiful.

It's bigger than

I thought it'd be.

Yeah, I will.

- Now's your chance.

Let's do this.

- ETHAN:
Rueben.

- Ah, Ethan.

What can I do you for?

- Well, I was just wondering

if you can help

me with something.

- Sit down boy.

- Thanks.

- RUEBEN:
What's on your mind?

- Well, she's gone.

Don't know where and

it's driving me mad.

- Let's just say

she's somewhere now

and she'll be back

in a few weeks,

and there's nothing

to worry about.

- So you know where she is?

- She's fine, boy.

Don't be worrying yourself.

- Will you tell me where she is?

- It's not for me

to say where she is.

Just go home and relax.

- Why won't you tell

me where she is?

- Now you're getting

on my last nerve

with all these questions.

Will you let it be?

- This is crap.

She's my girlfriend.

I have the right to

know where she is.

- You and Well,

will you let it go?

Listen, let me give you

some friendly advice.

Women are strange creatures.

It's like it's in

their DNA or something.

Times they'll make you feel

good, sometimes real good,

and times they

make you feel bad.

You see, let's get real,

you're in the friend zone.

A place where a

woman will keep you

for as long as she likes.

If I was you, keep some

dignity and let it go.

- All right, that's

it, you're done now.

Spare me the father routine,

Rueben, you don't know me.

- Now hold on a minute.

- No, you hold on for a minute.

I am sick and tired of

old f***ers like you

telling me what I

can and cannot do.

You should have no respect,

and I've done more than

enough to earn your respect.

- Don't you raise your voice...

- Shut up!

- What the f***.

- Shut the f*** up!

- You don't know

what you've done.

- We know exactly what

I'm doing, Rueben,

and I'm not playing around.

Tell me where she is or I'll

slice your f***ing throat.

- You ain't gonna do sh*t!

- Rueben, just, just tell him.

- Tell me where she is Rueben.

No?

You don't wanna tell

me, fine, fair enough.

You know what,

maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not gonna

stab you, but Logan,

I think Logan's gonna

kill your barmaid.

- You are a dead man.

- And you need to

be really clever

like all your other little

f***ers think you are,

and you need to tell

me where she is.

(light delightful music)

- Hey.

You manage to get

on the slopes today?

- NIAMH:
No.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- I already have a drink.

- Top up maybe?

- No.

- You know I haven't figured

you out vet but I will.

- What are you

talking about, aye?

- Well there isn't

much else to do here

apart from ski and drink.

- I am drinking.

I just don't wanna

drink with you.

- Yeah, well no harm

in making friends.

- I'm looking for someone.

- Who?

- I don't think you'd know him.

He's not exactly the ski

instructor type I'd imagine.

- Well, being the ski instructor

type and a taxi service

for the tourists, I get

to meet a lot of people.

I'm good with names and faces.

- Oh, I don't know.

- Well, if you tell me his

name, I might be able to help.

I'm a known man

around these parts.

Look, let me get you a top up

and I might be able to help you.

- Fine.

- Fine.

Yeah, I know everyone

around these slopes.

The one with the information,

I'm the go-to guy.

Two Jagerbombs and

tequilas, please.

So, what part of

Northern Ireland

did you say you were from then?

- I didn't.

Belfast.

- To Belfast!

And friendship.

Same again.

So, who is it you're

looking for then?

- Like I said, you

probably won't know him.

- Well how about

this, if you name

who it is you're looking

for and I don't know him,

scout's honor, I'll buy

all the drinks all night.

- Fine, I'll take your offer.

His name is Stanley Winters.

- Who?

- Stanley Winters.

Yeah, didn't think

you'd know him.

- Hang on, hang on.

Nope.

- It's fine, I must

have been misinformed.

- I know a Stanley Winters.

Question is, why

do you want him?

- Uh, he's a distant relative.

Where would I find him?

- Don't know where he lives

but he skis down

Chemin Dur most days.

- No one ski's down Chemin Dur.

It's avalanche country.

(crowd applauding)

(soft piano music)

- You're the first person

I've seen all morning.

My name is Well.

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