Pure Magic: The Mother-Daughter Bond Page #6

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-I do like you.

-Good.

-Oh, my God, Darren, look at this.

-Come on.

Mom's at it.

Let's just get a f***ing drink, come on.

When I lost my wife,

I started collecting all the Penguins.

I moved into older books then.

I've got some from the 17th century.

I also collect china. Mostly Clarice Cliff.

You've heard of her?

-Yes, I've heard of her.

-You do? That's wonderful.

You know, those '20s and '30s designs,

some are very geometric.

Actually, I don't like the geometric ones

quite so much.

And some of them are, sort of,

rolling countryside...

sort of childlike...

Iike Rupert Bear Annuals.

I'm so sorry. Would you take that?

Excuse me, please.

Could you excuse me, please?

It's all right.

Where's Paula?

They don't want us oldies around.

It's odd.

I can feel the world streaming past me...

incomprehensibly as it seems to us

at our age.

I feel left out.

I feel stupid.

Thank you.

But she reads all my work,

every single word of it.

She's given me something meaningful to do.

She's an inspiring teacher.

-You must be very proud of her.

-Yes.

Are you tired?

So much has happened.

And there's so much to worry about.

But I can't go home.

I'm not ready for old age.

I don't know what I want to do.

I do.

Oh no, not in me, please. Please, no.

-Please, just keep still.

-No.

That's good.

Paula, let me in.

Paula, open the door.

-I thought you weren't coming back.

-Where would I be?

I thought you might fancy a bit of Bruce.

Daughter, don't talk to me like that.

You trying to tell me

you didn't do it with him?

-Look, just--

-I know you did.

Please let me in.

Mother, I've taken your advice.

I've given Darren a deadline.

I've asked him to leave his wife

and come and live here with me.

I see.

He agreed.

-He agreed?

-Yeah, he agreed.

He says he will come.

He's gonna go and tell her...

because he's sh*t scared

that I'll go and tell her myself.

Tomorrow, when he comes with his things

in pathetic plastic bags...

you will have to go.

We're gonna be staying in a lot, you know.

Staying in a lot.

I'm gonna clear this place out.

Mother.

What?

Do you love me?

Of course I love you. You're my daughter.

You must be so pleased

about Darren and me then.

What's this?

My work. Years of it.

What are you doing?

This is it. It's all going.

Makes a good fire, doesn't it?

-Why?

-You told me not to waste my time.

-You did.

-I didn't.

-Sh*t.

-I didn't say that.

You told me I'm not a writer.

I can't write, I can't do anything.

You should have said "do it," then.

-I didn't say to burn your work.

-You said not to try.

All these are plays in here.

Every single one of those is a play.

Please, stop. Darling, please don't do this.

Paula, don't.

You said I should be able to get

a better kind of a man...

if I changed things.

Everything would be better

and bloody different.

A better mother.

I don't know, a better everything.

-A better cook....

-I'm sorry.

Just stop being yourself,

I think, is what you meant.

It'd be better if I was

a different f***ing person altogether.

-I think you should go home.

-I'm going into town.

No, I don't mean that. I mean...

I think you should go back

to your house to live.

I can arrange for you to have counseling

if you want.

Is that what people do...

instead of taking an interest in their family?

Look, what you do....

Well, you're more than grown up, that's....

It's none of my business,

but I just wouldn't mess with Paula's head.

She can be fragile, you know that.

Okay. And Darren....

Well, he's easily distracted.

You know,

he is kind of strange, Mother, really.

Does he know you're selling the house?

And the conservatory he's just done?

No, I haven't had a chance

to discuss it with him yet.

I'd look to yourself, Bobby.

To you and Helen.

How did you become so cold?

How did you become so hot?

That f***ing guy in the newsagent's

has done it again.

I can't f***ing believe it!

I'm f***ing standing there....

-What the f*** are you doing?

-What?

If this isn't finished

by when I said it should be...

-I'm firing you.

-All right.

I'm gonna sack you, all right?

What the f*** are you smiling at?

You useless git!

Get out!

Get.... Actually, both of you, just get out.

Get the f*** out!

Bandersnatch. Yeah.

F***.

Hey, how about a bit of rub-a-dub, Mother?

Please don't call me that.

Come on, there's nobody about.

Why don't you just f***ing suck it?

Come on.

That's it. Here we are.

Be tender with me, please.

I'm always tender with you, my lovely.

I'm always tender.

I love it when you're a tarty old thing.

You've got such a lovely wet mouth on you.

Why don't you put some lipstick on

and let me shove my cock in it? Go on.

Darling, I'll do anything, you know that,

but please talk to me.

Talk. Good.

Yep. We've talked.

Have you really got the money?

Yes, darling. You know I have.

Give it to me then. I'm telling you now.

I'm glad you're in a hurry.

-When will you tell your wife? Tonight?

-Tell her what?

About you going.

Tell her what?

Darren, what is it?

What are you laughing at?

You know, the money, I just....

How much have you got?

How much have you got

shoved in your knickers?

-lt'll be a ticket.

-A what?

I said I would get you a ticket.

You won't be able to trade it in.

You just get on the plane...

with me.

On the plane, with you?

A f***ing plane.

I can't get on a f***ing plane.

I can't get on a f***ing bus,

never mind on a f***ing plane.

-I mean, what, don't you f***ing know that?

-How else are we gonna get there?

A ticket. For f***'s sake!

Jesus Christ!

Why does everybody have

f***ing money but me? Jesus, f***!

Are you seriously going to let me down...

after all that you've said, all?

Are you consciously trying

to f***ing hurt me?

You make me want to kill myself.

What have I done to make you so angry?

-Hold me.

-F*** off, Paula.

Paula? Don't you even know who I am?

I don't give a sh*t who you are, woman.

I'm sick of all you f***ing women

just pawing and clawing me!

Why doesn't someone do something

for me occasionally, for a change?

What am l?

Some sort of f***ing whore

to listen to you and to f*** you...

to make you feel all right?

And this f***ing thing,

f***ing marvelous, yes.

Heart and f***ing. F*** off!

Your a**hole of a f***ing son....

God, he's up his f***ing ass!

F***ing c*nt!

F*** off! F*** it!

You can have him.

I can't say that I like you very much.

It's not as if you've ever done

more than the minimum for me, anyway.

I feel as if I've lost everything lately.

I'm sorry.

Father...

-lover...

-Don't.

...mother.

But I am f***ing well alive.

And there are things I want to know.

What am I good at?

Is there anything that I'm good at?

What do I wanna do? What do I like?

Well, I'm gonna find out.

Is there anything I can do?

At last.

God.

Yeah. I've been thinking about it

for a few days, actually.

I think...

I would like to hit you.

-Do you understand that?

-Yes.

Now?

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