The Sum of Us Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 100 min
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Not now. It's not just him,
anyway; it's everything.
I can't.
- Joyce.
- I just need to be on my own for a bit.
Sort things out in my head.
It was so good for a while there, Harry.
If only you'd been honest.
- Ashamed of Jeff?
Never.
Disappointed?
Yeah, disappointed that...
he'll never give me a
grandchild. Disappointed that...
I honestly believe he'd be missing out
on something wonderful.
What I had with his mum,
making a baby.
Knowing that I'd put the seed
in there and watching it grow,
then seeing him.
But if he's never going to have that,
then I want him to have
all the things he can have.
Our children are only the sum of us.
What we add up to.
Us, and our parents
And our grandparents and theirs.
All the generations.
- Hello, mate.
They said you'd be up soon.
Why'd you go and do a silly
bloody thing like that for?
You've had a bit of a stroke, Dad.
It was more than a bit of one, actually.
Did they tell you what
it was going to be like?
You'll be all right, mate.
I'll look after you, no sweat.
Things will be just the same
as always, Dad, I promise.
Can I get you anything?
Need to go for a wee or something?
Silly, eh? 'Suppose they look
after that sort of thing here.
But still, you never know.
Why do you keep moving your hand?
Can you hear me?
Once for "yes."
Twice for "no."
Oh, Dad.
- Smooth.
Are you knocking off early?
- What do you mean, it's five past.
- What are you, a bloody
clock-watcher now?
us a few minutes extra.
Considering that cock-up you made
with that bed of Pansies last week.
- He's a prick. Don't Take any notice.
- Water off a duck's back.
- You're in a good mood.
You piss off, I'll put your gear away.
- Thanks, mate.
- Great, boys! Is there
going to be a rodeo later?
- Hey, why don't you come
with us, Walter? Come with us!
- Love to.
- Marty! Marty! We'll see you there.
See you down there.
- Police
estimate tonight's crowd
to be nearly 600,000.
This is believed to be
to gather for the Gay
- Mum.
What are you doing up?
- You're late.
What have you been doing?
What were you doing?
You were all over the late news!
- I was having a good time with my mates.
- I ought to beat the sh*t out of you.
- Well, why don't you try?
- Get out. Get out of here now.
You can come back once for
your things, when I'm not here.
Then that's it.
I never want to see you again.
- He doesn't mean it, Gregory. He's angry.
- No. He does, Mum.
- Damn right, I do.
- Fair enough.
- Here you go, Dad.
I fixed it up a treat, mate.
Now we can talk to each other, sort of.
What do you think? It's good, isn't it?
No, it's not silly, Mate.
It's good. It works well.
I thought we'd have an outing this arvo,
take you down the supermarket.
Pick up a nice bit of Fish for your tea,
Some of that frozen
lasagna you like so much.
Here's the remote. You want it on?
What about your wee pan?
Need a piss?
Come on, Harry, now.
You know you're not
going to be able to piss
in the supermarket, right, hmm?
I'll just go and get us
ready. Back in a tick.
- The trouble with having a stroke
like a fuckwit afterwards.
- Shut up, Dad.
Don't make a row.
- Jeff.
- G'day.
Thought it was you.
- G'day, Greg.
How're you going, Mr. Mitchell?
Not too good, by the look of things.
Dad's had a bit of a stroke.
Yeah, I heard. Down the pub.
- He can't, uh, speak or anything,
But he knows it's you.
- How can you tell?
- Just can.
So how are things?
Oh, not bad. I've left home.
- Your folks?
- Mum's been great, but Dad, uh...
Found a place of my own, actually.
A studio flat, they call it.
It's quite nice, but...
There's hardly enough room to swing
a cat, and it's pretty expensive.
- I would've, uh, thought
you'd have found some nice...
friend to move in with.
- I wish.
Uh, you know, I do meet blokes, but
they're all only after one thing.
That's not everything in life, is it?
- Can't understand it.
Look, we better push off.
I've got to get dad home.
- Yeah, of course.
- I'll see you later, Mr. Mitchell.
Hope you're feeling better soon.
- Yeah, thanks Greg.
- Listen, uh,
and make sure he's looking
after you properly.
- Uh, probably be a bit difficult.
- Oh, well, if you don't want me to...
- No, it's just, it's a
little difficult with Dad.
- You've gotta have a life
of your own life, surely.
- Yeah, of course... Dad, Dad,
Dad... yeah, of course I do.
It's just, you know, maybe
when he's a bit better, eh?
- Yeah.
- Tooroo.
- See you later.
- Yeah, two ticks!
- No, sorry. Don't want any.
- Jeff,
My name's Joyce Johnson.
I'm a friend of your dad's.
- Joyce, yeah. Sorry, come in.
How is he?
- As well as can be
expected, you know, um.
Doc says he'll never walk again.
He can't speak, of course.
Do you want to see him?
- Oh, I didn't realize it was that bad.
- He'd be pleased to see you.
Dad, someone to see you.
- Harry? I'm So sorry about you...
About your being sick.
- Oh, he's not sick now.
- Look, I'll leave you two
alone, so you can have a chat.
- Look, it's all right.
I just dropped by, I...
- I'll make a cup of tea.
- I'm really sorry, Harry.
- Tea's ready.
- Look, um, I won't stay.
My daughter, um, Jenny,
she's waiting for me.
Bit of a shock, seeing him like that.
He used to be so full of energy.
- Ah, still is.
Always wanting to go down the park .
for a walk, or walk down the shops..
or 'wheel', I should say.
- Must be difficult for you.
- No.
three times a week, and
it's my dad, you know.
Look, drop in again some time.
He likes visitors.
Sorry I gave you such a hard time, before.
I thought you were one
of them missionaries.
We get a lot of them around here.
When it's blokes like the Mormons,
I just open the door, tell 'em I'm
a poofter and watch them blush.
- You tell them what?
- I'm a poofter.
Didn't he tell you?
Yeah, he was going to.
He was a bit worried
about how you might react.
- No, I knew.
You're nothing like I expected.
- Real sweet on you, he was.
Had his heart set on you.
- How was it? Are you ok?
- There's no fool like an old
fool. Isn't that what they say?
- You're not so old, Mum.
- No.
But I'm a fool.
- My mother was 80.
She was getting infirm, and
Mary was a bit younger.
But neither of them could
look after each other anymore.
And we all made the
decision to split them up.
My brother took Mum. And Mary...
went to a home.
It was for their own good.
How many times did we tell ourselves that?
We drove Mum away, and
she didn't say a word. She
didn't speak for days. She just
sat in her new bedroom with
her suitcase full of memories.
And she died in her sleep one
night, not long after that.
And I never had the chance,
or the guts,
To ask her the one thing I wanted to know.
What they said to each
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