The Lost Language of Cranes Page #6

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of our marriage was a lie.

That your other life...

that was the real thing.

But for me...

you were always the real thing.

All right, Rose. All right.

The thing is, I want to stay with you.

I want to stay married to you.

How do you think I feel?

I mean, think of me for once.

A marriage that's a pretense, a sham?

My husband...

and my son. Both.

Both, for God's sake.

My life is like the punch line

to some stupid joke.

(Sobs and laughs)

Oh, you looked such an idiot tonight,

salivating over that young man

you brought home for your son,

slobbering over him.

I felt such pity for you.

I thought, has he got no dignity at all?

It was nothing like that.

Watching you with him...

- Embarrassed by you.

- Stop this.

You didn't realize

what a moron you were making of yourself.

Enough!

I said enough.

Good.

Enough.

You haven't told me

about the best part.

You haven't told me about

the drive here with Winston.

Well, on the way over,

he never stopped talking about his girlfriend.

Oh!

Was he handsome?

(Clears throat) Yes.

And straight as a die.

I'm going to switch the light off.

Do you want to stay?

Yes.

(Machine) Hello. This is Philip.

I can't came to the phone right now.

Please leave a message.

(Dialing tone)

(Phone ringing)

(Woman) Directory Enquiries.

What name, please?

Er, the name's Bradley.

Robin Bradley.

I wish we'd done this sooner.

So do I.

(Phone ringing)

I'll wait here.

What's the matter?

Long story.

Let's talk inside.

Er... I'll clean up.

Change the sheets.

I'll sleep on the floor.

Dad, don't be ridiculous.

On the sofa. I insist.

Dad?

- Are you feeling bad?

- A bit disorientated, that's all.

It's the first time in years

I've spent a night away from your mother.

Do you want to tell me

what happened?

I'm a homosexual.

I'm a homosexual too.

Does it surprise you?

I suppose like you,

I've known all my life.

But when I was growing up,

things were different.

I got married, I hoped.

I assumed it would go away,

but it didn't. It just got worse.

I always had this sensation

that I was running a terrible risk.

Risking my life, my family, my career.

But I... I just couldn't help it.

No matter how hard I tried,

I couldn't stop. I...

The more I thought about it...

the more I thought about the possibility

of loving another man.

And then you come home with this news

all these years later

and I think, "Well,

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm talking far too much.

Is there anything I can do,

any way I can help?

You've already helped.

No, no.

Being here.

That's a help.

I met a man.

The other night.

I think I might see him again.

Did you tell Mum?

Is that what happened?

More or less.

She more or less knew already

the night you came home.

- How is she?

- Oh, you know, er...

She'll need time.

Change isn't easy.

I know that.

Of course.

But there's no turning back.

Your mother and I

will have to move on.

Somehow.

You will.

I'm sure you will.

Thanks, Philip.

Thanks.

(Inaudible)

(Door closes)

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