Pure Magic: The Mother-Daughter Bond Page #3

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-Look, let's forget about you for a second.

-What?

What about me and what I'm left with?

Darling, you're healthy, you're intelligent.

I want him to be with me.

Who? That man, the builder?

Darling, he's rough,

with no qualifications or money--

-That is what I want.

-You can do better than him.

-I love him.

-Him!

Darling, you don't.

-Why?

-He doesn't really live with his wife.

He doesn't really have

a relationship with her.

-He lives outside in a van.

-Heavens.

And he can't leave because he's got a son.

He's got this autistic son

that he absolutely adores.

He'd do anything for him.

You know, Darren is a gorgeous man,

he's a lovely man.

But he's just going through a lot

at the moment, a lot of turmoil.

He's just in a mess, you know.

Perhaps you could, sort of,

get talking to him, you know...

and find out how he's feeling...

about me.

Please.

I'll try.

-ls it ready yet?

-What? No, not yet.

-Here.

-I'm starving.

Chocolate! Thanks.

-I did not give you that, right?

-Okay.

Hello.

I've seen you about,

but we haven't met properly.

I'm Darren.

I spoke to your husband just for a minute.

-I'm sorry, I'm very sorry.

-Yes, thank you.

I've got to go and pick up my boy...

'cause my wife's with her sister.

You're married.

For longer than I can remember.

Not that I can remember anything.

Who am l?

What are you doing with Paula?

How can you ask that?

Do you want some tea?

Yes, please.

-Do you ever work for anyone else?

-Not if I can help it.

I worked in shops for years.

-Shoe shops.

-Really?

Well, everybody needs shoes.

A few pairs, at least.

Not an awful lot of people

not wearing shoes.

What else do people have to have,

apart from shoes?

I suppose if you could work that out,

you could make an awful lot of money.

-What do you think?

-I don't know. Love?

That's why I'm not rich.

-I'd like to show you these.

-ls that Toots?

Wait, is that him?

That's very funny. Very funny.

Oh, sweetheart.

I found something the other day,

in one of my father's old jackets.

It was just a shopping list my mother

had written for him in her own handwriting.

At the time, it just became...

the most valuable thing

I'd ever touched, you know.

I think about it all the time now,

and I wish I didn't.

About what remains when we're gone.

I can't go home.

I don't know what I'm doing.

-I'm frightened.

-Are you?

You imagine people getting less frightened

as they get older.

You think they'd be able

to deal with things better.

No.

Well, perhaps.

-Yes, they do.

-Something to look forward to.

"...the borogoves,

and the mome raths outgrabe.

"'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

"'The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

"'Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

the frumious Bandersnatch!"'

-Bandersnatch!

-Bandersnatch.

Hello, you.

Hello. What a happy family.

Doesn't he declaim beautifully?

-Very nice talking to you. I'll see you.

-Yes.

How's he been? Been okay?

-Been a very good boy.

-Good.

-You've not been bored, have you?

-Not at all.

I'm sorry I'm a bit late,

but I had to stay behind.

Because we've got a naughty boy at school

and I had to talk to his mom.

Other people do this kind of thing,

you know, it's possible.

-I'll think of something.

-I'm gonna have to go or she'll kill me.

I'm getting so impatient, I could kill you.

Why is he so marvelous, this man?

You are such a snob.

-No, I'm not.

-Yes, you are.

Your snobbery stops you

seeing anything good about anybody.

Just 'cause he's doing

a bit of building work.

He's a very clever,

talented person, you know.

He's artistic and gentle.

He's a very sweet man.

And he's just, you know, very weak as well.

I'm gonna leave this tonight,

I can't concentrate on it.

You know, in two or three years...

I hope I'm gonna be able

to support us properly.

And then I'm gonna have a child with him

before it's too late.

-Does he want that?

-Yeah, he will.

I wanted to say...

if you haven't got anywhere

with your writing yet, or--

Here we go.

Why can't you just believe in me for once?

Just once, believe.

Just say something positive.

Just make me feel better

for once in your life.

Don't be so harsh with me.

I am harsh. I am. I feel harsh.

-But I think you're right.

-You think I'm right?

That's why I'm so upset.

Listen, just forget what I said.

I am gonna finish with that bastard

and get liberated.

You will have to rid yourself

of false hope in the end.

Actually, I've been thinking of finishing

with him from the moment I met him.

I'll do it tomorrow.

Yeah, why shouldn't I do it?

I'll suffer, yes, probably...

and then I'll just be free

of the whole f***ing nightmare.

I'll be free. Yes.

Right.

-You finished?

-Yes, thank you.

Actually, I'll take a croissant

for a friend, I think.

Okay, sure.

-Hi, Mom.

-Oh, God, you scared me.

-I was just coming to listen to some music.

-Great. Why not?

Sit with me.

We've hardly had a chance to talk.

You haven't stopped, darling.

Enjoy. See you later.

Darren. I brought you this.

Is my daughter talented, do you think?

I really love her voice when she reads to me.

You believe in her then?

Good luck to her

in whatever she wants to do.

But it's not necessarily

how she should spend her life.

I don't know.

Who knows the answer

to how anybody should spend their life?

I thought yesterday.

Now all I want to do are interesting things.

Things I love.

Thank you for that.

I'd better get back.

Helen will think I'm slacking.

-Yes, she's very....

-Yes, she is. Very.

-She's jealous of you, that's all.

-Me?

Yeah. Well, she's jealous of everybody.

-How do you deal with her?

-I tell her she looks like Jean Shrimpton.

What, every day?

Yeah, it has a calming effect

on most women, I find.

Yeah, I suppose it would.

Sorry?

I said, "Dear God,

let us be alive before we die."

Hey, we'll have lunch, shall we?

-Shall we?

-Yeah.

Isn't it beautiful?

I never think of London like this.

Come on, drink up.

-All right, give us a chance.

-I've got something to show you.

-You'll like this.

-That's a double.

It was at least a double,

I think it was a treble.

-lt'll go to my knees.

-Come on. Let's go, chop-chop.

You see, I don't believe

you really want to be with my daughter.

And you're making her frantic,

not being honest.

If you want to be with her,

tell me and I can reassure her.

But I am with her.

Here we are.

Look, I'm sorry. I forgot.

-No, I'm fine with you.

-How stupid of me.

I'm fine.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

What a lovely place.

Here.

It's Hogarth.

-His house is just round the corner.

-Good heavens.

I shouldn't think he's in, though.

Why don't you read the poem? Yeah?

"Farewell...

"great Painter of Mankind...

"Who reach'd the noblest form of Art.

"Whose pictur'd Morals charm the Mind...

"and through the Eye correct the Heart.

"lf Genius....

-"Fire thee."

-"Fire thee...

"Reader, stay.

"lf Nature touch thee, drop a Tear.

"lf neither move thee, turn away.

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