All language subtitles for The Eye Of The Storm (2011)

If it were writ upon a page
it could revolve around this day,

the day my mother came to believe
that being of a certain class

entitles you to die
whenever you damn well please.

Don't we wish?

See?

I'm alive after all.

Where are the kiddies?

They haven't arrived yet.

They should come inside.

I smell rain.

Do you think?

It was pissing down
the last time I was in Sydney.

Are you here
to appear in the theatre, sir?

That depends entirely
on your definition of theatre.

Not much of
a welcome back, Princess.

This is one of those good mornings
when I see better.

- I shall see the children.
- Yes, you shall.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I'm not here.

My flight was delayed. Understood?
Please inform the desk.

Oh. I'm terribly sorry,
I only have French money.

Not a problem.

Fetch my make-up,
would you, dear?

Mary?

It is my favourite Mary, isn't it?

Yes. I'll get your medication first.

You look like a floating lily.

I hate lilies.

Where's that day nurse?
I want my make-up done.

She'll be here soon.

Sleeping in with
that Colin boy, no doubt.

I'm right here, Mrs Hunter.

Oh.

My favourite Flora.

I wouldn't miss
meeting your son for quids.

Are you ready to transform
an ancient ruin of a mummy

into a work of art?

Yeah, natch.

Right.

The opening would have to be
meticulously orchestrated.

A knight and a princess returning
to the foreign shores of their homeland...

Disappear.

..Having achieved everything
Mummy desired and designed for them.

How could they not disappoint?

Mr Wyburd!

Why are you coming
round the back?

Mrs Hunter would think
the children had arrived

if she heard the front doorbell.

I am almost out of myself
to see them.

The beds I have made.
I have put the flowers.

Well, you needn't have done the flowers.
The children are not staying here.

I will never understand
why Anglo-Saxons

reject the womb of the family.

Perhaps they don't know
the worth of the family as you do.

I know to call your son Sir Basil.

But what do I call
the Princess de Las...

Lascabanes.

I'm no good with foreign names.
'Madame' will suffice for my daughter.

Come in.

It's just me, I'm afraid.
Oh, Arnold.

I don't wish
to discuss business now.

I'm afraid I have
some slightly bad news.

Oh, don't tell me.

Basil is delayed.

My son knows better than anyone
how to disappoint me.

Flora.

Take this damn wig off.

You should have come in.

Elizabeth said
she'd love to see you.

That's what she says.

Have to work myself up
to see her.

In faraway lands, it's easy
to imagine the family maturing gracefully.

But one should examine one's reticence
to gaze upon the face

that so reminds you of your own.

Hello.
Hi.

Mother?

Mummy?

You're late.

Look at me. I'm... I'm a mess.
Both my children late.

Hasn't Basil been?
No, he has not.

Why are you so late?

Sorry, Mummy.
Oh...

There, there, pigeon.
I'll forgive you.

If you'll forgive me.

Well! Here.

No. Leave it, leave it.

I let my doctor do it.

He isn't
a very good doctor, but...

...I can feel by his touch he's the kind of
man I might have enjoyed as a lover.

I'll just get the chair.

Oh, here.

Her pain medication makes her mind
wander off sometimes.

Oh.

Morphine moments,
we call them, don't we, Flora?

Isn't she miraculous, madam?

We have lots of fun together.

Don't we, Mrs Hunter?

What have you done
to your hair?

Um... Oh, cut it.

Darling, would you be
terribly cross with me if I didn't die?

I don't have to if I don't want to.

Unless, perhaps, by thunderbolt.

Darling, who said anything
about dying?

You think I don't know why you and
Basil have flown all across the earth?

Was it to make sure that you'd
see me die

or to ask for money if I did not?

Oh, God.

Can't you allow for the possibility
of human affection?

I expect they told you
I had a stroke.

In that case,
you're misinformed.

Mother, you're very ill.

It was only a little stroke.

You can't say you're not ill.

Oh, stop it, Dorothy!

You must learn to control your feelings.
Stop ruining my furniture.

I'm sorry.

I hope you didn't go around Paris
kicking the furniture.

Could I speak
to my mother alone?

Of course, madam.

Oh, Mummy.

I'm sorry...

Oh, there, there.

Oops. I think I've had
a little accident.

Oh, God!

I'm sorry, Mummy.
No, don't worry, pigeon.

It's not as bad
as you might imagine.

There's a mackintosh.

OK.

Um, Nurse?

Um... my mother's had...
had a little accident.

Oh.

We'll have it all
taken care of in a jiffy.

We're old hands at this.
Aren't we, Mrs H?

Take good care of you.

The tarts you find
at the arse end of the world.

How long are you staying?

Well, my mother's not well,
so as long as she needs me.

Oh, dear.

We've always been very close,
despite the tyranny of distance.

Back to real life, Baz.

How long's
your tour of the colonies?

Oh, darling,
our play could run here forever.

They think anyone
with an English accent is a class act.

More alcohol.
Yeah.

Have you any nice plays
for us, Baz?

Something a bit old-fashioned
and plummy for all of us.

There is a play. It's not old-fashioned,
but... If there's a plum, it's mine.

I wouldn't mind
something small.

It's just an idea at the moment.
What is the idea?

My life has been
somewhat extraordinary, so...

Holy hell. You mean
it's autobiographical? Hmm?

Haven't the fucking critics
already sliced off your balls?

- Well...
- You know...

We're not really at our best
when we're ourselves.

Who's that woman
getting into our Bentley?

That must be
my cleaner, Mrs Kirsch.

I have the chauffeur drive her
on cleaning days.

Here we are.
Snug as a bug in a rug.

Thank you.

Is that girl
wearing your watch?

I gave it to her.

For keeps?

You weren't here.

It did you good,
didn't it, Dorothy?

What did me good?

Oh.

I mean the air of Sydney.

Isn't that why we came here,
for your bronchitis?

Oh, maybe that's what
you told Daddy.

Basil will remember.
Yes, Basil's a genius.

Neither of you came here to help
when your father was ill.

No, that's not fair. I couldn't then.
'Cause you wanted to punish me.

No, because my husband
was leaving me

for a woman whose family
makes margarine.

Did you love him enough, dear?

I never loved enough.

In my life with your father, I...
never withheld myself.

But I never touched his penis.

Will you stop talking
that ridiculous language?

You only do it...

...so I can't understand.

Do you think perhaps

we could be of some comfort
to each other now, Dorothy?

Come.

I can't be a threat any more.

Can I?

Mmm.

Oh.

Mmm.

Oh!
Ah!

Madam, did I scare...

I mean, Princess...

I'm sorry. I'm Mary.

The night nurse.
Hello.

Mrs Hunter said we may change
in her children's rooms

since they're no longer used.

Yes, of course.
Yes, well, I'll leave you to it, then.

Yes.

Um...

What kind of fur is that?

Platypus.

Oh.

Hello.

I have kept it warm
for you, madame.

Your dinner.

In the dining room.

Oh, yes. Well...

Look, I'm sorry, but I won't
be able to dine here tonight.

I've got another appointment.
So goodnight.

Oh, well.
More for us, eh, Lot?

I was born and raised
in a singularly disadvantaged electorate,

of which I am still a local, so...

If Australians, if the people, see fit to
choose me as their next prime minister,

I will see to it that 1972
will be the beginning

of real equality and health and education
for all young Australians.

Will you be mounting
your production in London?

I'm not sure.

I haven't thought that...

My daughter left me
before the storm.

Did I tell you that, Lotte?

She never understood that choosing
between the sublime and the sensible

often comes at a cost.

Let us not dwell on my children. I've had
enough disenchantment for one day.

Are we wearing our dress?

We are, Mrs Hunter.

Our baubles?
But of course.

Then, please, dear Mrs Lippmann,
enchant me.

Tonight is unquestionably
a night for...

The tingle tangle.

Faster. Faster!

Faster!

Come over. Come on.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. No, b-back. Back!

Oh, that's good.
Oh!

It's coming. That's good.

That's good.
No, it's not.

Kiss me.

Touch me. Touch me.

Oh, yeah! Ah!

I'm sorry.

I'm a dead loss.
No.

That's alright.

Here we go.

Ah, ah, ah.

Darling.

What a homecoming.
Darling!

Darling.

How I've waited.

I thought the lambs
were more important than me.

Why have you made me wait?
Plane delay.

In ghastly Bangkok,
of all places.

And then I needed to rest,
to be at my best for you, Mother.

You were never, shall I say, deceitful
but often devious.

How's poor old Dorothy?

Dorothy is still poor old Dorothy.

Full of the wrongs done her.

Ah, you're wearing
my Ethiopian ring.

The only thing you ever gave me
in half a lifetime of absence.

Where's my kiss?

Look at you.

Oh!

You'll end up crippled like me.

All ailments are hereditary.

Thank you.

So are moral flaws.

Must I compete already
for my son's attentions? Go.

You should be staying here,
in your old room.

I've booked a room at the Onslow. I
didn't want to put anybody to any trouble.

But I have Mrs Lippmann
to care for us.

Poor old Lotte.

The only one in her family
to escape the German horrors.

When the Nazis come to town...

...the cabaret dies.

How long since
your last employment?

I have several irons in the fire
in the West End, one especially exciting.

Don't expect me
to come and see it.

I stopped expecting that
long ago, Mother.

Oh, darling.

You know I never come to see you
because if you weren't any good,

it would break my heart.

But I just might be very good.

They printed the reviews
of your 'King Lear' in the Sydney papers.

They thought enough of me over there
to give me a knighthood.

But that was before
your 'King Lear'.

Hm.

How's your love life?
Oh, brilliant, darling.

How's yours?

He's taller than I thought.

What?!
And sexy too.

He's definitely better in real life.

He is distinguished, certainly.

Yeah. I could have him.

Save the leftovers for me.
What leftovers?

Well, I'll be off, then.

Ooh! But no.

Mrs Hunter will be upset
if I am not feeding you up.

I have to watch my figure.

Well, you've got no worries.
You're in great shape.

Sir.
Please.

Well, just a smidge.

Thank you. Hm.

Mrs Lippmann
is a performer too, you know.

Ah!
Like yourself.

At a different height,
it goes without saying.

You the great artist,
me just a dizzy fizzer.

But theatre was necessary
for us both, yes?

Yes.

When we walked out
through the lights, we forgot love.

Pain. Murder...

For me, performance
is probably much like... nursing.

We have to feel the situation,
but you can't drown in it.

Oh, no.

So this is for me
and whose army?

I enjoy to feed everybody.

Now, can someone tell me,
who's the ancient lilac fairy upstairs

masquerading as my mother?

The creation of another being
from one's own body,

a complete
and decent human being,

a fearsome labour for a mother...
and an actor.

Well, therein lies the play.

I'm not horribly late, am I?

I expect I am.

Not at all, Princess.

Oh, Dorothy, please.
Oh, thank you.

I must admit, my wife and I
privately still call you by that.

How is she? I love Lal.

Very well, thank you.

Thank you.

You, um,
comfortable at the club?

Oh, yes, thank you.

I'm there by invitation, you know.

That's very considerate of them.

Well, my brother's late, at least.

Sorry, ladies, I don't have a pen.

No, I have a pen, but...

I'm sorry, I don't have a proper book.
Would a tissue be alright?

Fine. And your name is?
Lurline.

Lurline.
Lurline. Skinner.

Is that our country house, Cudgerie?

Oh! There's Daddy.

Yeah.

You and my father
were close friends, weren't you?

We shared an interest in clocks.

I'm afraid nobody, none of us,
loved him as he deserved.

Good old Dorothy!

Oh! Oh! Basil. Oh!

You have improved
quite a bit, darling.

Oh. For God's sake, Dottie.

After all this time, allow me the pleasure
of your eyes for a moment or two.

Don't you think
we should get on with things?

Mr Wyburd might have
another appointment.

Good old Wyburd.

Mrs Hunter gathered
from your letters

a certain desire to discuss
what might be best for her.

I've, uh, taken the liberty
of preparing this.

Hm.

Mmm. Good.

Mmm.

Yeah, well, you've...
done a wonderful job.

- So...
- Um...

Well, Basil.

Oh, yes. Well, um...

If I may.

What we have to decide is...

...whether a person who's reached
my mother's... sorry, our mother's... age

derives happiness and comfort
from her half-life

in proportion to the elaborate and...
shockingly expensive machinery

needed to maintain it.

I mean, surely the needs of old people
when their minds are...

...uh, compromised

must be... simple.

Mrs Hunter's mind
may wander at times,

but it always appears to be
searching after subtleties.

I'd say she's still
the most complex woman I know.

And she enjoys her life.

She's giving away jewellery.

I mean, that Flora girl,
how long has she been there?

Is she the attractive one?
She's wearing Mother's watch.

Are you aware that she keeps a
full-time gardener and a part-time one?

I believe that Mrs Hunter
would rather die than...

...have her way of life
dictated to her.

To talk sense into her
wouldn't be dictating.

Mmm. You could do that,
couldn't you, dear old Wyburd?

Your mother asked me
to give you these small gifts.

Oh.

Thank you.

Hm.

Let it appear thus.
A minimum of scenery and props.

Nothing to interfere
with the inner life of the characters.

It must be
architecturally and emotionally sparse.

This could restore
one's faith in theatre.

You alright, Mrs H?

Thanks for the lend
of your strong arms, Col.

You're a very strong man
for a chemist.

It's a couple of years before I'm
a full chemist yet, Mrs Hunter.

Just downstairs on the right,
in the living room.

Do you want me to come and
pick you up after I close up the shop?

No.

Well, you'll need someone
to get her back up the stairs.

It's alright.
Her son can do that.

Perfect, darling.

Another day, another hairdo.

You look splendid.

Sorry I'm late.

Lilies.

I adore lilies.

Lovely.
Thank you.

Bless you, darling,
for your generosity.

You've always had
impeccable timing.

Don't spend it all at once.

No.

Yum.

Tea for two?
Of course.

Gentlemen prefer martinis.

Not with cake.

I'm wearing the white today.

Dorothy! Edvard!

Is she awake or asleep?

Somewhere in between.

Edvard!

So, we go for swim?

No, not me.

I... I don't have swimmers.

I'm going.

Here.
Oh!

Stay, Dorothy.

Stay.

Now, I think you might be having
one of your little moments.

No, I'm not.

Let's see
what the doctor thinks.

I'm perfectly lucid, aren't I?

Am I?

Don't tell the kiddies.

Where am I?

Your favourite, place, Mother,
the top of the stairs.

Oh, yes. Yes.

It's pretty good.

She'll be fine, Sir Basil.
I'll take it from here.

Thank you, sister.
Goodnight.

Oh.

Um... I was just changing
out of my uniform.

It's getting late. I thought I might
spend the night in my room.

Do you have to go?

No.

Not really.

'Cause there's something
I wanted to ask you.

Is my mother
off with the pixies a lot?

It might be good not to
talk about your mum right now.

Sorry, Dora.
Flora.

Flora.

I've been having
a bit of trouble lately.

Don't you find it kind of exciting
to be in your old room?

I bet you were
quite the wild boy in here.

Bet you haven't touched yourself
as much ever since.

You are a wonder.

How many girls did you have when
you were in here all on your lonesome?

OW! Oh!

Sorry.

I've always been a... careless boy
with delicate things.

Would it be alright if I just...

...held you for a while?

Luncheon
would be lovely, Cherry.

Mmm. It'll be small, won't it?

Just some old friends,
so we can talk?

So, what time?

Oh!

Oh, Dorothy.

Cherry, I'm not too awfully late, am I?
Oh, no, it's fine, it doesn't matter.

- Doug. Grab Dorothy a drink, would you?
- Of course. Lovely to see you.

Oh.
Princess.

Athol, I'd like you to meet
someone even more important

than Australia's
next prime minister.

It's an honour
to meet you, Princess.

Really? I thought your platform
was republicanism.

I can always forgive a title
in a lovely lady.

- Oh!
- Time's up, Athol.

This is Zila, and this is Betty...

This is the Princess de Lascabanes.
Pleased to meet you, Your Highness.

- Here we are, Princess.
- Doug! Doug!

No.

It's like that.

Oh!

It's alright.
Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK.

Cherry?

Oh, Cherry!

Are you alright?

Where's the bed?

Oh, are you having
a God-awful time?

I shouldn't have done a party, I know,
but it's all Mummy trained me for.

Oh, couldn't you at least
have worn a tiara?

Shall I get Doug?
No, no!

Husbands aren't any use.

Oh, God, I know.

What was he like,
your frog prince?

Perverse.

Sexually.

Oh.

If I tell you something,
will you promise not to pass it on?

Sweetheart, I won't
remember a thing in an hour.

His family used to call me
"Dos rôti".

Mmm. That's sweet.

No, it's not sweet.
It means "roast rump".

Oh, well, they found it
hilarious as well.

Oh, poor Dorothy.

Didn't you get a huge settlement
out of them?

No.

I kept the title.

But...

How do you live over there?

Well, it's difficult.

I get a...

...small allowance
from the family trust here.

Mother thinks a few blankets in a Paris
winter are more character-building...

How is your mother?

Well...
Activity!

That's what old people thrive on!

That's why... got Mummy
into Thorogood Village.

Oh, really?

She like it?

Oh, she adored it
right from the beginning.

That's so good, Cherry.

Poor darling.

Died a few weeks
after being admitted.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry, darling.

Mmm.

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

There, there. Oh.

Ooh, dear.

Shh.

Who are you?

Oh, it's me.

Flora.

Is it you, Flora?

Or is it me?

I'm just trying your frock on.

Oh, yes.

It is you, Flora. I see.

We had so much trouble
getting the blood out of that material.

How'd you get blood on it?
When the storm hit, of course.

I was urged afterwards
to throw the dress away.

But I convinced my dressmaker
to replace the bodice.

People misunderstand
the significance of clothing.

They dismiss fashion as frivolous.

But how we dress
distinguishes the occasion.

How could one ever discard a garment
that marked such a day?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have touched it.

Might as well
get some wear out of it.

Dorothy could never pull off
a dress like that.

Would it be alright
if I wore this out somewhere?

Not without the sapphire ring.

What ring?

Well, didn't you just
put it on your finger?

Oh...

I think you're just
a little bit mixed up, that's all.

Why don't you go back
to your little nippy-nap?

Sleep just wakes me up.

It's such a beautiful dress.

Sorry, I don't mean to disturb you.
Oh, absolutely not. Please. Join us.

No, I've just come
to say thank you.

I'd be neglecting my mother if I...
if I stayed any longer.

Well, let me call you a cab.
Oh, don't worry, Doug.

I'll be heading off now too.

I've got my driver
waiting outside.

Oh, Well.

How very egalitarian of you,
Mr Shreve.

Dougie.
I'll see you out.

Gentlemen.

Yes, well, lovely to meet you.

I know that dress.

Your mum says a dress
should mark an occasion.

Come in, please.

Nice.

You too.

Oh!

Steady on, Mr Shreve.

No, g... gently.

Gently. That's not my style, is it?

See, all I can offer the ruling classes
is a bit of rough.

Well, along with
your Oxford degree, of course.

See, I knew you'd have
your own charm.

Definitely more subtle
than Elizabeth's.

She was quite a filly, that girl.

Anyway.

You wouldn't be as good at it
as your mother.

Next right!
Yes, sir.

Where are you taking me?

I thought it was your intention
to perform your daughterly duties.

I wish to go back to the club.
Of course!

But you might like to arrange

to move back to your family home
by the end of the week.

Who do you think's paying
for your little stay at the club?

Oh, the club...
i-informed me that...

A man in my position
has to be cautious.

You really are
an ungrateful little wretch, aren't you?

Your mother, you see.

She loved gifts.

I think you may have
made a mistake.

I mean, you will remember
that my account is settled?

It was, madame, as far as
your accommodation was concerned.

But these amounts are for extras
meals, phone, French newspapers.

Would you care to settle now?

I can't possibly
have spent that much.

Do you think
you'd be able to love me, Flora?

What do you reckon
we're doing now?

Have you everything you need?

Yeah.

Thank you very much.

Are you comfy?
Uh-huh.

You're a genuine Botticelli.

Um...

Perhaps I should be
getting back soon.

I can see why my mother
relies on you.

Yours is a true profession.

Unlike the kindergarten
where I amuse myself.

Do you think
we could be real, Flora?

I think I might be ready
for something real.

Turning points. Never easy.

Mrs Lippmann,
I need a cup of tea.

Mrs Lippmann?

Uncomfortable moments
are best glossed over,

but distractions may do little other
than cause complicated confusion.

It must be a sincere piece of work.

I'm sure my mother would prefer
something English.

No, I would not.
I like this one.

I am sorry, madame.
You are too unexpected.

- Where's that day nurse?
- Flora?

She had an engagement
and I was offering to help.

Would you please go and attend
to your duties in the kitchen?

It's an absolute disgrace.

I was down in her kitchen.
You weren't!

I was.

That woman has thrown out
huge amounts of perfectly good food.

As much as two whole kilos
of filet de boeuf

lie rotting and putrefying
in the garbage.

It's waste!
Everything's nothing but waste.

Are you going through
a difficult time again, Dorothy?

Athol Shreve
was at Cherry's luncheon.

Athol?

Yes, Mother.

The man who may be
our next prime minister.

No, he won't, dear.

He's not nearly well enough endowed
to screw the entire nation.

Oh.

Isn't it pleasant
that you've grown

and that we can
talk to each other as women?

Oh!

Oh!
Dorothy?

Are you really going to destroy
her husband's letters?

Naturally.
Mrs Hunter requested it.

She doesn't want Dorothy and Basil ever
to find her personal correspondence.

Is that the one where
he offered Elizabeth her freedom?

You've read them, then?

Don't I take care of
all your private paperwork?

Yes. You do, Lal. Thank you.

She would have left him if she'd thought
there was anything better out there.

That'll be for you.

Mrs Hunter always said I was uncivilised
to dine at this early hour.

Mrs Hunter's children
have requested this meeting

to establish a little more clarity

on your running
of the household.

My overriding concerns
relate to domestic costs.

Firstly, could we address the question
of the consumption of food?

Take me through an average day.

Address?

I feed who is hungry.

I have seen the hunger
but never in my kitchen.

It's alright, Lotte.

Oh, goody.

Mrs Hunter's favourite.
Mmm!

You're wanting to get me
into more trouble?

Don't worry about
Princess Lacabans.

Mrs Hunter loves me.

And so does Sir Basil.

Oy, gevalt! You didn't.

Oy, gevalt! I did.

And he thinks
we might be real together.

What have you done?

Does the baby of a sir
get some sort of a title?

Shh!

Do not even mention
that there could be such a possibility.

We must be
very truly careful now.

This is how it is.

It begins with praise, promises, favours.
It is their need and ours.

Then one day,
they change the rules.

No more business between us.
Just suspicion.

Interviews.

Isolation.

We must give them no excuses!
Give who, you silly old biddy?

The Nazis, of course.

The scent of those roses
is intoxicating, Dorothy.

It's Mary, Mrs Hunter.

Don't contradict. I said Mary.

Oh, please be seated, Mrs Lippmann,
Flora. I have something to give you.

You carry on, Mary.
I'm not going to give you anything.

You're already complete
without adornment.

I would prefer to stand
for whatever is to come.

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Lotte!

I just wish to ask you
what you would like as a keepsake

while I still have some sense
in this attic of a mind.

A keepsake?
Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Then I would like my dress,
which was your dress,

but only if Mr Wyburd will be
writing it down that I didn't steal it.

Why else did I invite him?

I'm writing that the dress
is now the property of Mrs Lippmann.

It's a beaded dress, but every single
sequin was hand-sewn in Shanghai.

My husband gave me
two sapphire rings.

Blue sapphire is for...

...intellect and intelligence.

Pink sapphire is...

...for you, little Flora.

Is it pink?

It's pink.

Write, Arnold,
that she must wear it to celebrate

her engagement to the chemist.

What?! Col?

Well, isn't it he who...
who hangs around

sniffing after you
when you're in season?

What makes you think
I'd marry him?

I can tell you, I've got
something much better on offer.

Please, Flora-Dora.

Thank Mrs Hunter.

Mr Wyburd, write that Flora
has accepted the ring.

Shall I write that
that is the case?

Yes.

So long as it's not on the condition
that I marry Col.

Not a condition,
just a hope, my dear.

He's a decent man.

Come closer, Mr Wyburd.

This doesn't really fit
my jewellery collection.

But I think
your wife might like it.

I'm sure she will like it.

It has some
personal significance.

It was given to me
by Dorothy's young man on the island.

Oh, his name...

Edvard Pell.
Edvard.

That's my foot.

Dorothy!

Want to dip your toes in?

Come on!

Well, what are you waiting for?

You may take your leave.

It's the season!

Oh, dreamy!

Strawberries and cream.
The perfect day for a pig.

Anyone for tennis?
Anyone seen Dennis?

I believe he's in Venice
with Janice.

Oh, you can't be serious!

He promised
he'd be here and win.

We simply can't forfeit.
There's nothing else for it.

James, you shall have to fill in.

Well, I need a partner.

Has anyone seen the gin?

Good evening, madame.
Hello.

Oh, darling!

Hello, Mother.

What a pleasant surprise.

Oh, I'm all excited now.

We can have a lovely conversation.
Mother seems in fine form tonight.

She is indeed.

Oh.

She's fallen asleep.

It's the medication.

We've had to
increase the dosage.

She'll be asleep
for a little while now.

Very funny audience.

Well, we both thought
you were all marvellous.

Yes, looked like you were having
a really good time up there.

What do you do, dear?
She's a really wonderful nurse.

Oh!

Good. Baz needs
taking care of, God knows.

Oh, no, I look after his mother.
I played a nurse once.

Oh?
"Romeo and Juliet".

I find the nurse a rather redundant
character, don't you, Flora?

I don't know. I haven't seen
'Romeo and Juliet' since school.

Oh, you'll
have to remedy that, Baz.

I will, when we go to London.

Oh, you're coming to London?
Fabulous!

So how long have you all
known each other?

Oh, since Shakespeare was a boy.

Janie.

Come and talk to Flora.

Squeeze in there.

Flora, this is Janie.

Hi.

What sort of fur is that?

- Kangaroo.
- Oh!

Janie will probably be playing you
when I mount my play in London.

Are you putting me in a play?

Well, I'll have to get in
a bit of research.

I'd be awfully grateful
if you'd help me out.

You're not going to say
anything personal, though, are you?

Well, of course we will,
but it won't seem personal

because she'll have
an English accent.

Baz, does your mother know
you two are an item?

Not yet, but it's better for us,
isn't it, to wait until... after.

After what?

Well, you know what I mean.
My mother's got me on a short leash.

And I can't really afford
to piss her off at the moment.

Why would she
be pissed off? She likes me.

Yes, well, as a nurse, she does,
but it's a different story

if she knows that you're
possibly carrying the family line.

Well, you know, I mean, mothers.

Oh, Basil!

Excuse me.

I have to go to the toilet.
Lavatory, dear.

Flora!

Oh, that was a fucking disaster.
Why did I have to say that?

- Flora!
- Oh, go after her, dear heart!

I haven't the faintest idea
where she lives.

Do you ever feel
alone in the dark?

No. Not at all.

Your mother and I share
the spirituality of the night.

You love her, don't you?

Yes. Otherwise,
I couldn't do what I do.

Hm.

Love.

It's so vast.

It's difficult to imagine
how one can achieve it.

Tea?

Thank you.

It was a charming idea
to pay me a visit, Lal.

I haven't seen you since...

I wanted to thank you in person
for my present.

Letters are unsatisfactory,
don't you think?

Yeah, I thought a gemstone
would suit you more than it does myself.

Do you still have your freckles?

They haven't
turned cancerous, have they?

Oh! Not that I'm aware of.

Sugar?
Uh, no, thank you.

Have you offered Mr Wyburd
a chocolate biscuit?

My husband isn't here.

Yes, he is.

He's right here in my bedroom.

Oh.

Oh, he's slipped away.

We girls can talk about him
now properly.

Milk?
Uh, no... Yes, please. Thanks.

Does he treat you kindly, Lal?

Does he love you?

I believe so. Thank you.

He's my husband,
and he's an honourable man.

Oh, yes.

Honourable, certainly.

And so hairless.

Why... why would you say that?
He isn't bald, even now.

Cake?
No, thank you.

I liked the feel of his skin.

His was the...
softest and the whitest.

What?

What are you saying?

It was nothing, Lal.
Just flesh on flesh.

It only counts
when love is involved.

My husband understood that.

Do you think you shall enjoy
Thorogood Village?

I believe your children
are confident

they'll find suitable accommodation
for you there.

Cherry Cheeseman's mother
died there.

Yes.

I believe the children are waiting
for another such vacancy.

You and Arnold can go there
if you think it's so nice!

We couldn't afford it, Elizabeth.

I'd like you to leave.

I'm tired.

Though not as tired
as my husband was.

I had to give him oxygen at the end.
Do you remember?

I wasn't invited
to your country home.

Goodbye, Mrs Hunter.

How was the visit?
It was awful.

All the staff grilling me about
the children's criminal intention

to put their mother away.

How the leak occurred,
I can't imagine.

I told.

You?

I always looked up
to Mrs Hunter

as somebody who was beautiful
and sometimes brilliant,

but she's too selfish
and too greedy.

Lal!

I suppose I didn't stop to think
that I'd been told in confidence.

Didn't stop to think?

After all these years,
not to be ethically conditioned?!

Do you realise
the consequences of your actions?

Mrs Lippmann is rationing herself
to one meal a day

and refusing
to accept her salary.

Flora surprised me with
her open condemnation of the children,

and Mary can't stop praying.

If the children applied for power of
attorney at present, they would succeed.

An already perilously fragile house
has turned lunatic!

Is it the murderers
come about their business already?

Just look 'em in the eye. They're
not as special as they think they are.

It's so Mother
to summons us here.

Ah, Mother.

Is a flair for theatrics genetic?

I wanted to be outdoors,

where one has a better chance
of being struck by a thunderbolt.

Oh, now we're being morbid.

Mrs Hunter and, indeed,
the entire household...

...know about your intentions
regarding Thorogood Village.

It is entirely my fault, I'm afraid.

I let it slip.

Well, not to worry, Mother.
They don't have any vacancies just yet.

Then I must make sure
I die before they do.

We should make sure that
my last memories are pleasant ones.

Basil, how shall you say goodbye?

Perhaps you should
recite something for me.

Oh, I hate matinee performances.
Oh, for heaven's sake, just do it.

"In such a night stood Dido
with a willow in her hand."

"Upon the wild sea banks..."

Thank you, Basil. Perhaps you would be
more suited to something lighter.

You have a lovely singing voice.

Perhaps you should try
something musical.

Kiss me goodbye,
would you, before I go.

Don't be silly, darling. You'll make
a much grander exit than this.

Would you be happier
if I came home and looked after you?

Low again on funds, are we?

Have we been called here
for a public execution?

Shall we, um, feed the swans?

I don't want you at home any more.
Mary and Flora shall care for me.

I told Mary
she could stay in your room.

Oh... How could you
give away my room?

You're willing to throw me out of mine!
It's alright, Dorothy.

Mary can... stay in my room.

She's a nurse.

I wanted to be a nurse once
and you said, “Don't be ridiculous.”

I was left in no doubt

that nothing short of
great social success would satisfy you.

Fly away, pigeon.
Just say your farewell and go.

You too, Edvard.

Edvard?

You know I can't help getting
my names mixed up. I meant Basil.

No, you didn't. You know exactly
what you say. To bring up Edvard now!

Oh, your unforgiving nature
exhausts me!

Go.

Go visit your father in Cudgerie.

Father's passed away, dearie.
Then you must visit his grave.

Otherwise he'll be very hurt.

And please don't come back
before the storm is over.

Neither of you possess
the qualities to survive it.

I'm not going anywhere.

You can't order me into the country
as if I was still a child.

Wyburd will organise everything.

You've always done this...
pick a fight and then dismiss me.

What? Dorothy.

Come on.

Where's that kiss?

Come on, Dorothy.

Can't you see
our mother's completely...

...gaga?

Could this pilgrimage
to the warm, shallow seas of childhood

unlock the key
to my second act,

a return to a time
when one still had a father

and a mother's
fractured prism of a mind

had not yet fallen into the hands
of mischievous elves?

Why is the country
so bloody far from the city?

You don't believe that she would deny us
financially at the very end, do you?

Look, Dottie! Pies!

You're not going to eat it?
Of course!

Two, four, six, eight.
Bog in, don't wait.

Oh!

Not even in the wildest moments
of sentimental excess would I eat a pie.

Mmm! Oh.

Oh, you're nauseating.

This is heavenly.
Really?

Mmm.

Oh!

Oh, it's absolutely revolting.

Oh.

Mmm.

We're not supposed to eat
in Mummy's car.

I know.

Dorothy!

Mrs Hunter. It's Mary.

I don't want any Marys.

I want to go swimming
with Dorothy and Edvard.

You have trouble?

This damned heat
makes my fingers swell.

Here.

Let me.

Thank you, Edvard.

Mary?

It is Mary.

Isn't it?

I hope you don't mind.

I organised a placement for you,
for after I'm gone.

In a good family.

Thank you,

for thinking of me.

Dear.

You know that nice medicine
you give me to help me?

Do you mind
leaving the bottle on...

...the bedside table
so I could help myself?

That would be...

...entirely unethical.

I should have known.

You never
blot your copybook for God.

Oh. This is just what I dreaded...
arriving at mealtimes.

It's bad form.

Oh! We should have brought a gift.
Oh!

Roses.

What are their names again?
Um... the Macrorys.

Macrorys. Macrorys.

Anne and... Rory.

Hello!

- Uh!
- Hello!

G'day. How are you?

Oi! Don't make
a nuisance of yourselves.

Hello.

Hello.

Come on, Dot.

Rory, mate.
Basil.

Hello, Princess.
Oh, Dorothy, please.

Wow, a princess.
Um, I thought...

Oh, lovely!
Thank you so much.

Oh, that's lovely.

Um, it won't be
what you remembered. Will it, Rory?

Um, we've put you
in the master suite, Princess.

We've tried to make it
comfortable for you.

Befitting.

Sir Basil. Reckon
you can doss down here?

Why ever not?

Leave you to it, then.
Thank you.

Mother's room.

Anne insisted we use
your mother's china tonight.

Yeah, we're not
in the dining room, though.

With the kids, we can't keep up
your parents' standards.

Never mind. They won't notice now.
Oh, my father does.

He's worried standards will fall
with a stockman in the family.

Don't move. Come here. Come on.
It's alright. It's alright.

There's a dustpan
over there, sir.

Come here. Come here.

Oh!
Hey, leave the lady alone.

Stay for dinner.
Hello.

Be careful.
There's... there's glass over there.

That's you with no hair.

It is not.

I think that's you.
No, it's not.

That's me, about nine.

My theatrical clippings.

There's Daddy.

Dad kept all my theatre notices.

Let's see the cuttings of me.

Oh. My wedding.
You were quite... quite pretty, really.

These are all his books.
I remember this one.

He used to read it to me.

That was his favourite.

It's my last letter to him.

It's mine too.

Oh, this is half in French.

Oh, God.

I wrote goodbye to my father
in French.

I can't really look at that one.

"My dear old Dad,"

"You're the last man I'd like to think
a victim of this most horrible illness."

“I'm even more depressed

for being unable to concentrate
all my thoughts on you,

as we are in
the throes of rehearsal.”

Read the postscript.

“PS. Nobody can realise the strain
of taking on such a role as Macbeth.”

Not the best thing to have said
in the circumstances.

Oh, Lotte, get up.

The cleaner will attend to that.
Mrs Kirsch has resigned.

And so has the chauffeur
since madame took the car.

Will you stop it?
Your feet are swelling up.

If you can't dance for Mrs Hunter,
you'll be really stuffed.

Then my usefulness
will have no use.

What is burning?

Oh, no!

My strudel!

All burnt!

It is because I am giving thought
to the terrible mess you have us all in.

Well, you needn't worry about it.

It's all over with Basil.

Turns out

we don't speak the same language.

But you think
that there is a child?

I'm regular as clockwork,
and I'm four days late.

Oh, Flora-Dora.

I am knowing something
what might help you.

They begin with
a hot bath and brandy.

You're not laying a finger
on me, Lotte.

You remember me, don't you?

Arnold.

Oh, yes.

I sent for you.

Because...

You wish to make some adjustments
to your final wishes?

Yes.

I wish to leave the bulk of my estate
to my husband.

Mrs Hunter, your husband
is no longer with us.

Just because Alfred
lives in the country

doesn't mean that my marriage isn't the
most important thing in the world to me.

Perhaps your husband
does not need the money now and...

...might prefer
that you consider someone else.

Alright, then, if my husband's
going to be like that.

I'll leave it to
the German dancer.

She's like this
nearly all the time now.

I think...

...you're gonna have to decide
what she'd want if she was still all there.

Do you want
her kids coming back here

and saying
that she's incompetent?

They will.
They'll put her in that home.

My Wyburd's got some
nice cool water for you, love.

Thank you.

Well. Shall we begin, then?

I wish to leave
the bulk of my estate

to you, Mr Wyburd.

You have served me
with such loyalty and discretion.

I've done so little for you
in return.

I'll sign, then.

And then I want to go to sleep.

Hurry up. Help me sign.

No, Flora. Could you please leave us?
This must be my responsibility alone.

Help me.

Don't go.

You see, I...
I'm a little afraid, you know.

I don't remember things
much any more.

I only seem to remember
things from way back, when...

Life is unforgettable moments...

...with dull routine in between.

Without those moments...

...what do we have left
to remember?

Running away from home... sir?

You want to be dropped here?
Thank you.

I used to come here
looking for yabbies.

Not enough water
to drown yourself in here.

I'll pick you up soon.

I'm in no hurry.

Jeez, you people
have got it made.

"Mmm". "Muh", "muh", "muh", "muh".

You heavens, give me that patience,
patience I need!

I will have such revenges on you both
that all the world...

I will do such things!

What they are yet, I know not,
but they shall be the terrors of the earth!

But this heart shall break into a hundred
thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

Oh, fool, I shall go mad!

Oh, shit! Shit!

Shit!

Ow!

- Dad said you'd do something stupid.
- Mogs!

Like paddling.

I was always a clumsy blighter.

Fell out of a tree as a kid,
as I recall. Broke your arm.

Your mother never taught you two
how to look after yourselves.

Here, do you think
you can manage this?

Yes.

Never had much time for her.

Well, you're the only man
I've ever heard say that.

But I came round to her in the end.
Ah! They all do.

I still remember Dad
carrying me home.

He was a good man, your dad.

When he got really crook, he wanted
to finish it off here in his own home.

Yeah, your mother looked after him
round the clock. She did everything.

She gave him his final shot.

Because your dad knew
your mother had the guts

to do what needed to be done
without flinching.

He was in such pain, you know. She
couldn't stand to see him in such pain.

I loved your mother.

You shouldn't even be standing
on these, let alone dancing.

But I must dance for her.
She has asked for me.

You won't be telling her
about my feet, will you?

Why not?

She does not care
for weakness in others.

And we must be making her
still care for us.

Please, Flora-Dora.

Please.

You will stay with me, won't you?
As long as I don't have to watch.

It's not the likes of you
I must amuse.

Princess de Lascabanes!

I was looking for Anne.

She's asleep.
Oh.

Whereas I like to prowl
around the house all night.

Oh. Just a... tiny bit.

Oh. Sorry.

Where's old Basil, then?

Oh. He's asleep, probably.

You got to admire him,

out there, shouting
his flaming poetry at the breeze.

Now, he can get away with it.
Don't you reckon?

I have no idea.
I hardly know my brother.

Hm.

Hm.

Yes, so, um...

I...we, Basil and myself,
we feel like we're imposing.

So, um...

We'd just like to offer you
some sort of recompense.

I've never thought of friendship as
something you have to pay for, Dorothy.

Not like love.

No.

Well, of course. Um...

I... I think I expressed myself crudely.

So... goodnight.

Hm.

Lust is always difficult
to understand.

And too often,
it doesn't end well.

Dottie?

Dottie? Are you alright?

What's worrying you, darling?

Shh, shh, shh.

I have to leave this place.

This place churns up
difficult memories.

A barren childhood.

A barren life.

Is it better to lock
loveless misery in a box,

buried deep in a bedroom closet
with all the other remnants of childhood?

That's better.

Or is it braver to take it out and
examine it in the more forgiving light?

Where are you going?

We're waiting on you for lunch.
I'm flying back to the mainland.

For heaven's sake, Dorothy!

What is wrong with you, darling,
that you must carry on so?

I don't want to talk about it.

You're at a difficult age
for a woman, that's all.

No, Mother. That's not it.

It's the relentless, utterly predictable
nature of your ferocious assaults!

Well, you could have had it,
but you... didn't seem to want it.

At least give me a hug...

Do not touch me
with your greasy hands!

Oh...

Something is wrong?

Help yourself
to something to eat, Edvard,

and then I think it's best
you leave.

In you go, nice and warm.

What have we got
if we haven't got each other?

Do you realise, Dorothy...

...they probably conceived us
in this bed.

Mummy's
two great disappointments.

When you have love to give,
it's not wanted.

When it finally is wanted...

...it's too late.

Dorothy!

Dorothy!

Dorothy!

Edvard!

Edvard!

No-one will ever know us
like we do.

Edvard!

Ah!

Ah!

Careful, Lotte.

Stop it...

Stop it, Lotte!
You'll hurt yourself.

Stop, now!

Lotte!

My God!

Who are you? Were you hit by...

A German?
Is she German?

She is, but this is Mrs Lippmann, love.
You remember Lotte.

Oh, why is she
wearing my dress?

Shh!
I don't like her.

Let go!

She's showing too much of herself.
Tell her to go away.

Come on, you mad bitch.

Come on.
Send her away.

Couple of mad bitches.

OK. Cue the music for act three.

Oh, sorry, fell over.

Oops.

The stage is bathed in twilight.

Now, don't forget, Willie,
you're going to be the princess.

Charlie, you're
going to be the knight.

You're going to hold hands with the
poor old woman who's lying sick in bed.

First, Mogs, you enter stage right
and you give her the medicine.

No. I'm not going to be the nurse.
I'm going to be the princess.

Oh, but the nurse is very pretty,
and the knight adores the nurse.

I don't care.
She's not a princess.

The princess must be the one
that enters stage right.

If she wants to play
the fucking princess...

Oh, alright.
You can be the princess.

Enter the princess stage right.

Wait for the music.

The princess
valiantly returns home

while the knight is probably
hiding in the woods.

No-one touched me
when I was a child,

in case I got dirty, Flora.

It's not Flora, Mother.

It's me, Dorothy.

No, it isn't.

Don't you know me any more?

Course I do.

You're the day nurse.

Oh, jasmine.

I like... to smell nice
after I've had sex.

Have you just had sex,
have you?

Haven't you?

I like... a little slut in a woman.

You have some slut in you, Flora.

So do I.

You and I...

...need to taste everything.

Everything Dorothy
puts in her mouth

turns into a sour lemon.

Yes.

Dorothy's a prissy dame.

She nearly died of shame when you
mentioned the word 'penis' out loud.

It's not even a dirty word.

'Penis' is a lovely word.

Sounds lovelier than it looks.

Is it night or day?

Just gone dark now.

Just a little lipstick, then,
for dinner.

Oh, right.

I think I need the seat.

Oh, I'll fetch the pan.
No.

I want to use the commode.

Shall I get the night nurse?

No.

You do it.

OK, here we go.

Careful, careful.

You're clumsy, pigeon.

Mum?

I haven't seen my children
since I was a girl.

Here.

Oh.

Here's your little bell.

Got your balance, have you?

Balance is always
a matter of chance.

But yes.

I believe I'm steady.

Have you finished, Mother?

Mummy?

Sister DeSantis!

Many!

Mrs Hunter?

Mrs Hunter?

She's gone.

Could you help me
get her back to her bed?

Yes, of course.

Her legs, madame.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Did I hear the phone before?
Was that...?

Yep.

It's over.

Do you mind if I...?

Go on, dear. Clean yourself up
and get over there.

She would have died peacefully,
I suppose, in her sleep.

That's how it takes old people.

Aren't you going to cry, sir?

I hope Mother was not afraid
at the last.

Shall I pack your suitcase
for you, Basil?

Oh, if you don't mind,
I'd like to stay on here for a few days.

After all, Mother
isn't there any more, is she?

If that's OK with you, Rory.

I'll move you into the princess's room.
It's more... fitting.

No, please. I'm... I'm quite comfortable
in the children's room.

It's been a long night, and I thought
you might need a little sustenance.

I'll just fetch Mrs Lippmann.

Please sit down.

After you, madame.

Thank you, Mr Wyburd.

Would you like
to say grace, madame?

Perhaps you would like
to do so, Mary.

Bless us, O Lord,
in this time of sadness.

We are mindful of your mercy,
in this life and the next,

while being grateful for the gifts
that we are about to receive.

Amen.
Amen.

Amen.

Thank you. Start.

Lotte?

Lot?

Lotte?

Lotte?

Lot?

Oh, God, Lotte!

No, Lotte! Lotte, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, Lotte.

Put some more sausages on, eh?

Yeah.

I trust you'll find Mrs Hunter's will
quite straightforward.

Apart from a few bequests,

it's an equal division of her fortune
between yourselves.

And the bequests?

15,000 each to the nurses,
the Macrorys

and her housekeeper, Mrs Lippmann,
which will remain in the estate.

Yes, well.

Most sad.

Did Mother make
no allowance for you, Arnold?

No, no. Don't expect
it crossed her mind.

Now, finally,
the question of her belongings.

Is there anything
that you would like to keep?

Oh, well. Perhaps if there's
any jewellery left over.

I wouldn't mind my father's books.
Oh, and my mother's make-up.

Shall we, then,
dispose of everything else by auction?

By all means.

I think we can see that one
through to the end, can't we, Dottie,

before we slink away?

Let's not misjudge
one incident that occurred

when we were both
under great stress

for an ongoing alliance.

Well, thank you for everything.

Do give my regards to Lal.
I shall.

Oh, well!
Give my regards to Air France, is it?

Goodbye, darling. Be lucky.

Au revoir.

Princess.

Au revoir.

Are we alright, sir?

I don't know, old mate.
Are we?

I hope you won't
think me impertinent, but...

...would you like me to continue
to conduct your family's business,

on behalf of
your sister and yourself?

I didn't say goodbye to her, Arnold.

I think in the end, somewhere
in the recesses of my mother's mind,

she understood
that Dorothy is courageous...

...and I'm not.

You'll say goodbye to your mother
in your own way, I'm sure, sir.

I see her always hesitating
deliberately at the top of the stairs,

in her inexhaustible wardrobe,
preferably white,

then descending,
holding back her full radiance,

until at precisely the fourth stair

the light breaks from inside
all around her.

Mother's belief that she was entitled
to die whenever she damn well pleased

never faltered.

Those that choose to remain do so
because we relish

the joys and the torments, the terrors
and exhilarations of living.

Ah. Dommage.

It might be less painful in the end
if we never allowed ourselves to forget

that our clumsy flesh,

in which we throb and flicker,

is only a disguise

until we are
unburdened by death...

...which is our natural conclusion.