Wonderwoman 1984 Page #10

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No, that one is down 30 thou.

-Yeah, it's a real turd

of a flat. Uh... -Tom?

Someone's here.

Look, okay, bye.

Sorry.

It's been a mad day.

-I'm Andy. (chuckles)

-(Kate stammering)

Sorry I'm so casual.

-Oh, that's okay.

-It's just...

Are you M-Mrs. Challis?

No, no. Sorry.

No, I didn't think you were.

-(laughing):
No. Are you

waiting for Tom? -(Andy laughs)

Uh, I don't think so,

unless he's with you.

-No, no. I just came

to find him. -Oh.

-He'll probably turn up.

-Right.

So, shall we get started, then?

Ooh, started on what?

Just taking a little look, huh?

(siren wailing in distance)

-Right, well, I've looked,

and there it is. -(chuckles)

Small but compact.

It's neat.

And that's one

of its selling points.

-It's for sale?

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

Freehold this one,

not for rental. Yeah.

That's why he keeps it so tidy.

Oh, yeah. There's no room

for clutter here.

But there is plenty

of storage space.

(chuckles) Et voilà.

Huh. What have we got here?

(laughing):

Oh, my God.

-(chuckles)

-(laughing)

Literally in the cupboard.

No wonder it died.

-I'll give it to him.

Don't worry. -Give it to who?

-Tom.

-Who's that, then?

Tom, who lives here

but is selling the flat.

No. No one lives here.

It's-it's been empty

for months.

Maybe he was squatting.

What?

Was there a squatter here?

-Oh, bloody hell.

-Um...

Excuse my language.

It's typical, that is.

It's all that probate stuff

that stops us

-from getting on with our jobs.

That's the prob... -"Probate"?

Yeah, you know,

when someone dies.

It's a pain in the fundament.

Who's died?

Oh, previous owner.

Who...?

Uh, someone Webster, I think.

Uh, youngish bloke.

Sad, really.

It was last Christmas,

by all accounts.

(crowd shouting)

-(tires squealing)

-(loud thud)

(siren wailing)

(heart beating faintly)

(breathing heavily)

ANDY (muffled):

Madam. Hello.

-(sighs)

-Madam?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

You just sort of... folded up.

-Are you really all right?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

♪ These are the days

of the open hand ♪

♪ They will not be the last ♪

♪ Look around now ♪

♪ These are the days ♪

♪ Of the beggars

and the choosers ♪

♪ This is the year

of the hungry man ♪

♪ Whose place is in the past ♪

♪ Hand in hand ♪

-♪ With ignorance ♪

-Hi.

-♪ And legitimate ♪

-Let me guess...

♪ Excuses ♪

♪ The rich declare

themselves poor ♪

♪ And most of us are not sure ♪

♪ If we have too much ♪

♪ But we'll take our chances ♪

♪ 'Cause God stopped

keeping score ♪

♪ I guess somewhere

along the way ♪

-♪ He must have let us ♪

-Oi!

♪ All out to play ♪

♪ Turned his back ♪

♪ And all God's children ♪

♪ Crept out the back door ♪

♪ It's hard to love ♪

♪ There's so much to hate ♪

♪ Hanging on to hope ♪

♪ When there is no hope

to speak of ♪

♪ And the wounded skies above ♪

♪ Say it's much too late ♪

♪ Well, maybe we should all ♪

♪ Be praying for time ♪

♪ Do you think we have time? ♪

♪ Do you think we have time? ♪

(Kate gasps)

Why can I feel you?

Because I'm a part of you.

(whimpers softly)

-Take care of my heart.

-(Kate sniffles)

I promise.

It was always going to be yours

one way or another.

(chuckles)

(sniffles)

(Kate shuddering)

(wind whistling softly)

(inhales sharply, exhales)

(horn honks)

(wind whistling softly)

(quiet chatter)

(horn honking in distance)

(bell jingling)

(bell continues jingling)

DORA:

Come in here!

Roll up!

Roll up,

you shower of gobblers.

You, you load of tossers, in.

-And you're a tosser, too.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Dora, Dora, Dora.

Loving the work. -In.

I'm loving the work.

Wrong vibe, though, yeah?

You can't call

the audience names.

-And you're a wanker.

-Maybe... (laughs)

Don't I know it, Dora.

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah. I mean, you...

Oh, you want crumble?

(chatter continues)

Whoa.

(kazoo buzzing)

(chatter continues)

(cheering and applause)

Hi.

Hello, hello, hello.

Um, right, well, so I knew

the lighting would be crap,

so I brought my own.

(crowd exclaiming, cheering)

(laughing):

That's my girl.

Yes, yes, yes. Thank you.

All right,

we've got lots to get through.

I just want to say

a massive thank-you

to everyone who's put

so much hard work in.

Mum, for making

the most ginormous krempita.

-I think you're all enjoying.

-(cheering)

My mother,

ladies and gentlemen.

-Thank you. Thank you.

-(Ivan laughing)

You are famous

with your krempita.

Now, I'd like to thank

everyone individually,

but Dan said no speeches

were allowed.

-Yeah, now, get off, elf.

-(laughter)

KATE:

Yes. Thank you, Daniel.

Seconds away. I just, um...

I-I just want to say

this one thing.

We... are so lucky to be alive.

Hear, hear.

(crowd chuckles)

We are so lucky to be able

to help each other

in little ways and in big ways.

-(baby coos)

-(Jenna gasps)

The reason we are lucky

is because helping each other

is, in fact,

what makes us happy.

(applause)

-That's all.

-(cheering)

Give us a song, Kate!

A... a song? (chuckles)

Well, I think I've got one

up my sleeve.

♪ Last Christmas ♪

♪ I gave you my heart ♪

♪ But the very next day ♪

♪ You gave it away

♪ This year ♪

♪ To save me from tears ♪

♪ I'll give it

to someone special ♪

-(band joins in)

-(cheering and applause)

(excited chatter)

(cheering swells)

♪ Last Christmas,

I gave you my heart ♪

♪ But the very next day,

you gave it away ♪

♪ This year,

to save me from tears ♪

♪ I'll give it

to someone special ♪

♪ Special ♪

♪ Once bitten and twice shy ♪

♪ I keep my distance,

but you still catch my eye ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

-♪ Do you recognize me? ♪

-Do you recognize me?

-No.

-(laughing):
No?

♪ Well, it's been a year,

it doesn't surprise me ♪

CROWD:

♪ Merry Christmas! ♪

KATE:

♪ I wrapped it up and sent it ♪

♪ With a note saying,

"I love you," I meant it ♪

♪ Now I know

what a fool I've been ♪

♪ But if you kiss me now ♪

♪ I know you'd fool me again ♪

ALL:
♪ Last Christmas,

I gave you my heart ♪

♪ But the very next day,

you gave it away ♪

♪ This year,

to save me from tears ♪

♪ I'll give it

to someone special ♪

♪ Special ♪

♪ Last Christmas,

I gave you my heart ♪

-♪ But the very next day ♪

-(kazoo plays melody)

♪ You gave it away ♪

♪ This year,

to save me from tears ♪

♪ I'll give it

to someone special ♪

♪ Special. ♪

-(cheering, whistling)

-(music continues)

-(song ends)

-(cheering)

(Kate laughs)

-And now, on with the show!

-(whistling)

-(laughter)

-PETRA:
But you remember what?

He was her uncle who died.

You remember?

-IVAN:
Again, again, he...

-PETRA:
This is also from him.

-MARTA:
Different uncle, guys.

-Christmas tiramisu.

-(cheering) -PETRA: Oh, Alba.

-IVAN:
Oh, lovely.

-Yes! -IVAN:
Thank you, Alba.

-That looks amazing.

-Oh, Alba.

-IVAN:
Thank you, Alba.

Marta is so...

-she is so lucky to have you.

-(chuckles)

Because-because she...

she is very, very...

-bad cook, very bad.

-(Marta groans)

See, Mum, that isn't

a compliment, you know.

That's just...

that's just rude.

What is rude? Why?

Why is rude?

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