Pure Magic: The Mother-Daughter Bond Page #2

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What shall we do tomorrow?

-Can't we go home?

-What's the matter?

I've got to go again.

Then you'll have to go yourself.

That's one thing I can't do for you.

I've got pains.

What, now?

What, do you mean now, Dad? Okay.

What is it, in your chest?

In your arms? Where is it, Dad? Come on.

May!

All right, okay. It's okay.

Mother!

Helen, I need you to wake up.

All right. Mother!

Mom.

I can't just leave him on his own.

There you are, Dianne.

"Go for it" is John's advice.

Don't listen to.... Well, listen to him,

but don't do anything he tells you.

Okay? Right.

Look, they're waiting for him.

Come on, in you come.

Mom, where do you want his things?

Just put them back.

-Back where?

-Just put them anywhere.

Mom, I must....

The thing is, I'm really gonna have to....

Look at these.

Sorry.

Hi, Geoff.

Sorry to interrupt you there.

Listen, I'm not in town right now.

I'm gonna be back

first thing tomorrow morning.

I really want to meet with you on this.

But I just can't talk right at this moment.

Is that okay?

I appreciate it.

All right, see you tomorrow. Take care. Bye.

Come on, why don't you sit down?

I'll put the TV on

and I'll make you a cup of tea.

If I sit down, I'll never get up again.

I'll be like

all the other old girls around here.

And then I'll go into a home.

Well, you know,

I'm sure that's a common reaction.

I'd rather kill myself.

Mom, you can't just wander about.

Come on, sit down.

Such a comfy-looking chair.

You sit in it then. I'm not staying here.

Please. Don't be difficult, Mother.

Why not?

-Sorry?

-Why shouldn't I be difficult?

-What?

-Why shouldn't I be difficult?

My God.

No, it's just that I can't....

No, we'll just tell them they've got to do it.

We'll just say that's....

That's what I said when I interviewed them.

That they were gonna have to

do extra hours, so that's.... Yeah.

Yeah. No, totally.

Yeah, or I can.... I mean, I can come and....

Sorry. Yes, I'll come in

and speak to them myself.

You know where everything is.

Is there anything else you need?

If you need somewhere quiet to sit...

use my study across the hall.

I never get a chance to go in there.

I've got to go to a meeting.

All right.

-What the f*** are you playing at?

-My father has just died, okay?

-What the f*** are you playing at?

-My father has just died, okay?

My business is going down.

You're never here.

-No, I am here.

-You're always on the phone.

It's a nightmare for me at the moment.

-It's nothing to do with that.

-How do people not kill each other?

-You can't stand her!

-Please keep your voice down.

Come on,

let's just hold this together. Yeah?

I think I'll go out for a walk.

Cheer myself up.

We'll be like that one day.

No one wanting us.

No one wants you anyway.

That's not entirely true.

Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you...

but you don't happen to know

where Benbow Road is, do you?

I don't know. I'm not living here. I'm from....

Thank you.

Excuse me, you don't happen to know

where Benbow Road is?

Benbow Road?

-Do you know where it's near?

-No, I mean I just got....

Go in the pub, go into the pub.

I'm completely lost.

No, I'm not from London, I don't know.

Do you know where she was going?

Brilliant, Bobby.

I'll call you back later.

I'll call you back later.

Mom.

-Where have you been?

-I've no idea.

I completely lost my sense of direction.

I didn't know where I was going.

Well, you're here now. You're safe now.

Actually, I think I liked it.

You know, just walking.

-What are we gonna do with you?

-I don't know, dear.

You could look after Jack sometimes.

In fact, I wanted to go out tonight.

-You're not staying in?

-Not if I can help it.

It is a nightmare getting a babysitter...

and then when you get one,

they wanna be paid the earth.

You could sleep in my room

and I'll jump in with Jack later.

-Can l?

-Yeah.

Well, it is what I came for.

I just hadn't expected to do it

without your father.

-Won't you be cold without tights on?

-Mom, I'm not a child.

Who's the fancy man?

-How do you know it's a man?

-Well, I'm assuming it's a man.

Do you like him? Will I meet him?

What does he do?

Shush, Mother.

Thank you so much.

-Go on, enjoy yourself.

-See you later.

-Bye, Jack.

-Bye, Mom.

-Be good.

-I will.

-Where's Mommy? I want....

-Hello, darling.

She won't be long.

You come and get into bed with me.

That's right. You just snuggle up to me.

That's a good boy.

-Stay.

-I better be going.

No, please.

She's pulling this number at the moment

that she's gonna kill herself.

Well, good!

You don't even

sleep with her anymore, do you?

Are you gonna go home

and f*** Carol now, are you?

Darren, my father died.

-My father died.

-I know.

-I still love you, Darren.

-I know, my sweet.

-You still care for me?

-Of course I do.

-Well, say it then. Say it.

-Yeah, of course I do.

Tell me that you love me.

You can't say it, can you? F*** off then!

F***ing hell!

Darren, stop. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Leave her alone, you blasted brute.

-Mommy.

-Yes, I'm here.

Now, give me that.

Thanks.

Go to sleep.

-Where's Mom?

-Hello, darling. I'm picking you up today.

-ls that all right?

-Yeah, it's okay.

You look tired. Have you had a busy day?

Yeah, it was tiring.

Shall I put them in?

Yes, that's a good boy.

Nanny can cut that one.

Will you tell me a story?

Darren tells me stories.

-Does he? Do you like him?

-Yeah.

He told me this one once

about a, like, monster...

with big bogies hanging out of his nose.

-And he had carrots, and onions, and toast.

-Goodness me.

He used to go to starving people

and dangle his face down at them.

Heavens, that's dreadful.

Wow, it looks amazing in here.

She's been to her therapist.

Is that how you say it?

-Yes.

-Go on, chop that up.

-Therapist?

-Yeah.

Can't you talk to your hairdresser,

like everyone else?

Now, plant A will be exposed....

-ls there something wrong with you?

-Yes, there is.

Plant B....

You know, I've got nothing....

Turn this bloody telly off.

...with derision and hate.

Look, I've been wanting

to say this to you for a long time.

But it's not gonna be easy.

Because I like things, sort of,

free now, and open, and honest. So....

What?

-You hardly touched me.

-When?

You know, you never praised

or encouraged me.

I don't believe you ever thought

I could achieve anything.

I never felt valued, Mom.

That is why I'm doing it with a married man

on the f***ing floor.

What are you saying? It's not true.

If I'd had the advantages that you'd had...

God, I wouldn't be in this mess now.

Advantages?

What advantages did I have? Me?

Right. You had a really nice house...

a very good husband...

a nice little job, lots of free time.

You know, kids at school.

If I had that free time....

I mean, what did you do?

You just sat on your ass all day...

watching the f***ing telly.

I was unhappy.

All my life.

I've never been strong.

And it was all too much for me.

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