Truly Madly Deeply Page #2

You're a good person.

How is soup? Fantastic?

- It's fantastic.

- Fantastic.

I tell her last night...

Nina, she is beautiful woman.

She is beautiful.

- You are.

- OK.

- Well, I think she's beautiful.

- Who's this who's beautiful?

- We're talking about Nina.

- Yeah, she is.

Guys, what is this?

She really loved him. It's tragic.

And he was young, you know.

He was younger than me.

It's cruel. It's harsh.

He had a sore throat. One minute he has

a sore throat, then he's being examined.

Then he stops breathing. The anaesthetist

couldn't get the tube down.

If he'd just had a wee suck on a Strepsil,

it would never have happened.

I think she loves me.

I know she doesn't know yet, but...

- Do you like washing?

- Yeah.

I like getting my hands in the warm water.

- I like drying.

- Also me.

Me too.

Look at this water. It's brown!

It's a miracle there's any water.

This is a terrible flat.

Or I find that I've... just been

sitting with my head in my hands...

...and an hour has gone by,

or longer, like this.

And I'm completely numb.

And the kettle can be boiling away,

or the telephone.

And I'm crying. I can be on the tube

and somebody says "What's the matter?"

And there are tears. It's ridiculous.

I miss him. I just miss him. I miss him.

I miss him. I miss him.

I know I shouldn't do this!

I'm in the sitting room, but I think there's

no point going to bed, as he's not there.

Or I'm in bed, and I think

there's no point getting up.

It's anger, isn't it? It's rage.

I get so angry with other people. People

in love, or out of love, or wasted love!

And women with children,

growing children, fertile!

But most of all, I'm so angry with him.

I'm so angry with him!

I can't forgive him for

not being here. I can't!

Oh, God.

God, I've run over, haven't I? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm fine, actually.

I am fine.

Oh, God, I'm late. Er, listen.

I'll see you next Tuesday.

Thanks. Can I?

Bye.

We... walk.

We do walk.

- We... looking at things.

- Are looking.

- Say it.

- Are looking at things.

- So, what things can we see?

- Oh, we can see... trees?

Good, we can see trees, yeah.

Er... people.

- Good. We can see some people.

- We can see some people.

We can see cielo... Er, cielo?

- S...

- No me digas.

- Sky!

- Sky. Very good.

We can see sky, and the... nubes.

- Nubes?

- Clouds.

- Clode...

- Clouds.

- Clouds!

- Yeah, yeah. That's right, Maura.

We can see the clouds in the sky.

- What are you doing?

- It's no problem.

- We can gossip while we're cleaning.

- Claire!

I've had plumbers, who are coming back,

carpenters, rat-catchers...

...and apparently now there's subsidence

in one of the supporting walls.

- Being house-proud gets a touch difficult.

- Vacuuming won't hurt. Leave me alone.

I like cleaning!

- Just like Ma.

- I am not. Shut up!

You've always liked messing,

I've always liked cleaning.

I wish you'd let me help you more.

- I could always pop round and...

- No, thanks.

Harry, what are you doing?

That's rat poison. Harry, that's poison!

God!

Did you eat any of this stuff?

What's in your mouth? Spit it out!

No, it's chocolate.

It's OK. The poison's purple.

- Oh, God. It's my fault.

- God, just sit down.

Just sit down, for God's sake,

and try not to...

Impossible!

But you love him.

I love him, but he's impossible!

I don't always love him.

Just try not to poison yourself

for five minutes.

Nina...

How can you have rats?

- It's a personality defect.

- I'm serious.

I haven't spoken to them, Claire.

I've tried, but they won't answer.

"What are you doing here, hm?"

- Nothing.

- There is an odour, I have to say.

There is a strange odour.

Even Harry noticed.

Yeah, well, the rats are dying, Claire.

That's the problem on the smell front.

I wish you'd come and stay with us.

You could have people in

and have it all done properly.

Or sell it.

I can't bear to think of you

living here all on your own.

I'm fine.

- It's not as if Jamie ever lived here.

- It's got nothing to do with Jamie.

How's Nick?

Yes, he's busy.

- Do you know about Everest?

- Dad's going to climb Mount Everest.

You're joking! When?

Well, after Christmas sometime.

- When's the baby due?

- The baby'll be two or three months then.

It's fine. It's fine.

He probably won't go.

He's hopeless with babies, anyway, so...

I can't sell the flat. Nobody's buying

even nice flats. Only a lunatic would.

Anyway, I like it.

I like it!

- I like it.

- Exactly. Harry likes it.

- It's big.

- Yep.

So are you.

- What's the verdict on the new baby?

- I don't mind.

You're looking fab. How's school?

He's worried because he doesn't think

there'll be room in our bed for four.

Of course there will. Shove, that's

the secret. Tactical use of the elbow.

He's doing brilliantly at school.

He loves it.

- You're not getting posh?

- No.

Good. Say "bum" and "Trotsky"

twice a day, before meals.

Harry, don't.

Have you told Nina about your lessons?

- He's having cello lessons.

- Oh? Really?

Isn't that great?

Are you going to ask Nina?

- You ask her.

- What's this?

Well, Harry was wondering, erm...

He's having these lessons

and, erm, at some point...

The school provides boys

with an instrument...

...until you decide whether or not it's

serious, whether or not he'll persevere.

But then obviously eventually

he'll need his own cello.

- Yeah, so what are you getting at?

- Obviously, say if this is a bad idea...

...but we did wonder

whether Jamie's cello is...

Is that a terrible idea?

You don't play it and perhaps...

- You want me to give you Jamie's cello?

- No, not give, no. Erm...

Either for Harry to borrow it,

or we could buy it, or...

Have you any idea

how much that cello's worth?

Well, I know it's a good one, of course.

I can't believe you'd be so insensitive.

It's practically all I've got of him.

It is him. It is him.

- It's like asking me to give you his body.

- Oh, Nina, it isn't.

- Well, anyway, you can't have it.

- OK, I'm sorry.

- You're right. It was a stupid thing to...

- You should never have asked.

It's so horrible.

Well, I'd no idea you'd react so. Nina...

Nina...

- Jamie!

- Shh.

I kept thinking... just my luck.

Die of a sore throat.

But dying...

- Actually dying. What's it like?

- Dying's all right.

It was the general anaesthetic I didn't like.

- I'm serious.

- So am I.

I dunno, maybe I didn't die properly.

Maybe that's why I can come back.

It was like standing behind a glass wall...

...while everybody else

got on with missing me.

It didn't hurt. And you know

I'm very sensitive to pain.

It really didn't hurt.

But where do you go?

I mean...

...do you go to heaven... or what?

I don't think so.

I can't take all this in.

Where do I start?

Are you here? You are here.

Yes, I am here.

Are you staying?

Well, I think so.

I'd like to. Is that all right?

It's fantastic.

Can I kiss you?

Yeah.

Your lips are a bit cold.

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