The Sense of an Ending Page #5

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alone is bad enough.

Workaholic meets curmudgeon

meets deranged 30-something.

You're not a curmudgeon.

I was talking about you.

I know, darling.

The best thing you can do

is just relax, calm down.

Look, don't tell me to relax.

Jesus. Just call mum.

Afternoon, I'm Emma.

Hi, Emma. I'm Tony.

This is Susie.

How we doing?

We're having a bit of a wobble.

Oh, for Christ's sake, dad.

All right, I'll leave

you two to it. Okay?

Where are you going?

Isn't that what you want?

Do you want me to stay?

Do you want me to go?

Call mum?

Yes.

Right, right.

Hancock:

Good night, Harry.

Flying doctor calling

Wollumboola base.

Young Tony:

Dear Adrian and Veronica.

Hello, b*tch,

and welcome to this letter.

A letter to you both

to wish you much joy.

You certainly

deserve one another.

Indeed, I hope

you get so involved

that the mutual damage

will be permanent.

Part of me hopes

you'll have a child

because I'm a great believer

in time's revenge.

Yay unto the next generation,

and all that.

But in fairness,

it would perhaps be

somewhat unjust

to inflict such ill will

on the fruit

of your poisonous loins.

Adrian, if she hasn't

let you go all the way yet,

I suggest you break up with her.

And no doubt she'll be round

your place as quick as a flash

with sodden knickers

and a three-pack,

eager to give it away.

Certainly, it worked

for yours truly.

Veronica is undoubtedly

someone who will manipulate you.

Even her own mother

warned me against her.

In fact, if I were you,

I'd check things out with mum.

Margaret:
Tony?

Where is she?

It's all right.

She's all right. She's fine.

She's through here.

So what was the problem?

It's fine.

It's a false alarm.

I don't understand.

No one's expecting you to.

Give me some credit.

Susie:
Stop the car.

Stop the car.

All right.

She's feeling sick.

Okay.

Stop the car.

Margaret:

Good girl. Good girl.

Get it all out.

How is she?

She's fine.

Do you need a lift home?

I think I'm gonna stay.

So do you think

I should stay too?

That's completely up to you.

I met Veronica.

Well, congratulations.

Would you believe it,

she's hardly changed.

Still has the same

extraordinary coolness.

Here.

What?

To mop up the drool.

Ah.

I want to show you something.

What?

What's that?

Open it.

This is horrible.

Did you write this?

She gave it to me,

and then she left.

But I followed her.

You did what?

I don't mean followed followed,

but she set off before...

Is this her car license number?

Yes, but, wait, listen. All I

wanted to do was establish...

Following someone home

and casually jotting down their car

license number is tantamount to stalking.

Oh, Margaret, come on.

No, I'm perfectly serious.

Seems to me you're a hairsbreadth

away from a restraining order.

I wanted to apologize.

No, you didn't.

You wanted to hear her say

how wonderful you are

and how you haven't changed.

And how she's thought

of you all these years,

and looked up at

the stars and wondered...

I'm sorry,

it's all a bit pathetic.

Well, don't hold back, will you?

Do you know what

really strikes me?

Is your total inability to see

what's right under your nose.

Such as?

Such as your daughter, who

happens to be lying next door

going out of her mind.

You said she was fine.

You're on your own now.

Oh, my god, no.

Come on.

No.

Come on.

Tony, I don't dance.

It's good for the soul.

Might rain later.

Mmm, there's always a later.

Man 1:
Sure.

Man 2:
Pub.

Man 1:
Sure.

Man 2:
Pub.

Man 1:
Sure.

Man 2:
Pub, pub!

Man 1:
Sure.

Hey, hey, that's enough.

That's enough.

Friday is pub night.

Graham:
Take me to the pub!

Ben:
Hey, Graham,

I'm watching you. All right.

Come on,

let's all make it across.

We'll make the pub in one piece.

Here we are, guys.

Will do a little headcount.

Veronica:
Are you all looking

forward to your beers?

Okay.

Well, I'm gonna be leaving you.

Man:
Are you going?

Veronica:
And I'll see you

next week. All right?

Man:
Bye-bye.

See you next week.

See ya. Bye-bye, Veronica.

Lovely to see you.

All:
Bye-bye.

What are you doing?

Oh, hi.

I saw you and...

Saw me and what?

I was...

I was passing through,

and I saw you,

and I thought, well,

now's the chance to...

I don't want you following me.

I wasn't following you.

You were running after me.

Jogging, maybe.

What do you want?

When I read that letter...

It wasn't intended as a

start to a conversation.

Nonetheless, let me

at least buy you a drink.

Let me buy you a drink, and you'll

never have to see me again, ever.

What is this?

Those are my details.

No, I have your details.

What is it that you do?

I have a shop,

albeit a very, very,

very small shop,

selling cameras.

Rare, second-hand

cameras. Leicas.

Make a living?

Yes. Well, depends

what you call a living.

I'm retired, so...

So, coffee or drink?

Is this about

"closing the circle"?

I don't know about that.

But it can't hurt, can it?

I'm not available

at the moment to go

and have a drink with you.

Okay.

But perhaps at some point.

Great. Fantastic.

Er, whenever suits.

Woman:
Okay,

who loves the Simpsons?

Me, me.

Downton's Abbey?

I've never,

I don't watch downton's Abbey.

I'm going to go to the toilet.

Okay.

No, she's not.

What was her name again?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't.

You do know her name.

Like your badges.

Yeah.

Amazing array.

Can I have a look?

Ah, they're brilliant.

I'm a stones fan myself.

Do you wanna tell him

where you get them from?

Yeah, where do you get them?

Do you have a favorite

in particular?

This one?

Yeah? It is...

I think.

I think that was

very expensive, wasn't it?

You bought that one

the other day, didn't you,

Adrian?

Nice meeting you, Adrian.

They're brilliant.

Really brilliant.

Have a good day.

And you.

Come on.

Take Dobson's suicide, sir.

We are told Dobson

came to take his own life,

perhaps when he understood

his girlfriend was pregnant.

Young Tony:
Indeed,

I hope you get so involved

that the mutual damage

will be permanent.

Part of me hopes

you'll have a child

because I'm a great believer

in time's revenge.

What are you reading?

Zweig.

So you've worked your way

right through the alphabet,

have you?

Can't be anyone left after him.

Are you, uh, married, I take it?

Not married.

Never?

Mysterious to a fault.

I'm divorced, by the way.

In case you were wondering.

I wasn't,

but I'm sorry to hear that.

On the contrary.

Very happily so.

Best decision we ever undertook.

In fact, she... Margaret

recently accused me of having

built a shrine to you no less.

The shop.

When I told her that it was you

who gave me my first Leica.

And what did you say?

Tony:
Ah!

Girl:
Hi, Tony.

Those two are

in my daughter's NCT group.

Lesbians, pregnant lesbians.

Good god.

Whatever will they all

think of next?

My daughter's 36, by the way.

Apart from coming off

the rails somewhat

and deciding to have a child

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