All language subtitles for Part 2. No smoking [Resnais 1993]

We're in England.

In the heart of Yorkshire.

In the town of Hutton Buscel.

Like in all other towns,
there's a church, a graveyard...

an Indian restaurant and a school.

And this is the principal:
Toby Teasdale.

And his wife, Celia Teasdale.

Toby's best friend,
Miles Coombes.

His wife, Rowena Coombes.
The whole town talks about her.

Lionel Hepplewick, the caretaker.

His father, Joe Hepplewick,
the official town poet.

Sylvie Bell.
She works for the Teasdales.

Josephine Hamilton, the mother of
Celia Teasdale. She's very discrete.

And Irene Pridworthy,
the vice-principal of the school.

It's the beginning of summer. Celia Teasdale
is doing the spring cleaning.

It must be in the shed.
I'm coming.

Sylvie, continue with the attic.

It's unbelievable.

How can you ever
find something in here.

What's that?

How are you?
- Fine. Did you ring the doorbell?

The doorbell.
- No, really.

But somebody rang.
- Maybe Lionel Hepplewick.

I wonder what he wants.
- I see you're very busy.

Yes, the the spring cleaning.
- Do you have a moment?

Not really, Miles.
- I understand.

Sorry, but we're really
very busy.

You look pretty desperate.
Is it important?

Ok, I'll listen for a moment.

Don't you want to talk to Toby?
- The thing is, it's about Toby.

Why talk to me then?
- You're his wife.

But he doesn't listen to me.
- That's not true.

You're very important
for the school.

Sylvie's still sitting on a roof-beam in the attic.
- You're indispensable.

Everybody comes to you.
- I'm stupid enough to listen.

You're not stupid, you're great.
If only Toby...

I'm fed up with talking about Toby.
Let's talk about me.

Just five minutes.
- I'm taking this to Sylvie.

I have a meeting.

Ladies and gentlemen, I've known Toby Teasdale
for a very long time... No, that's crazy.

Ladies and gentlemen, before you
judge him... No.

What did you want to say to me?
- It's very simple.

Toby's no longer a good principal.
- No, he drinks all day long.

Not at work. But the quality
of the school's going down.

Teachers are leaving, parents are complaining.
- Yes, to me.

Now we've reached the point where the
disciplinary tribunal want to fire him.

As a chairman, I can tell you
that Toby will do something about it.

Can I count on it, you think?
- No.

What should I say then?

That the principal's a drunk,
that he's violent, rude...

and that his wife's leaving him.

You've decided that.
- Exactly.

Without you, Toby's a real mess.
- He already is.

Are you sure?
Isn't there anything holding you back?

No, nothing. I gave him 10 years
of my life. For nothing.

I haven't heard a thank you
since we've been married.

He's clueless.
I'd say thank you every day.

That's nice, Miles.

Do you ever say thank you
to Rowena?

For what?
For making me look like a fool?

In the beginning, he once said 'Bravo'
after I baked a cake.

That was encouraging at least.

And the children?
- They'll come with me.

Will you take them away from the school?
- They're not happy here anyway.

But they're very happy.
- I know my children.

Should I tell them
that his wife's leaving him as well?

Then he'll lose his job for sure.
- That's a good thing.

How awful.
- But it's the truth.

Toby's no good. Even
the children are starting to notice.

You're shocked by what I'm saying,
but my life with him is hell.

Life isn't always pleasant.
- There has to be more than this.

One should be able
to have a bit of fun.

But you can't dump him.
- Well, you pick him up if you want to.

Go to the meeting
and save him. I've had it for the moment.

Celia, listen to me.

Use your brain. You can't put that
on the clean laundry.

Yes, Mrs Teasdale.
- Do you know what that is, clean?

Ladies and gentlemen, Toby Teasdale
has always been a fine teacher.

I can't tell them
that he's a drunk.

What a mood.

She's in the attic.

Could you say something to Mrs Teasdale?
That I can't believe her.

And that I want to have dinner together,
the four of us, this Saturday.

Alright, Mr Coombes.

Ladies and gentlemen... Ladies and gentlemen,
Toby Teasdale is my friend.

five days later
dinner on the terrace

Yes, I think it's possible.
- I hope so.

When it rained,
I thought it wasn't possible.

Can you open it?
I always push the cork in.

That's because you should pull.
- So that's it.

People often do that wrong.

I think it's about to rain again.
- Not at all.

Do you realise we never
had dinner on the terrace before?

I'm wondering what Rowena's doing.

She did tell me she had a
meeting. She'll be here soon.

I hope we're not
ruining everything.

I don't know where Toby is either.

He went to get cigarettes.
An hour ago.

Where?
- In the pub at the corner.

Cheers.

I'm sorry about the other day.
I was so worked up.

I was angry with Toby and
shouldn't have taken it out on you.

What matters is that things are better now.
- It's not going better at all.

We're getting a divorce.
We're waiting until the school holidays.

Thanks for making sure
Toby kept his job.

I don't know what you said at the tribunal,
but it worked miracles.

I made a big deal of it and used
words like 'integrity'. You know.

Not a good sign
that he went to the pub.

And how's Rowena?
- Fine. She's all energy.

Where do you want to go if you...
- To London.

That won't be easy.
- I'll have to find work.

A bit more sherry?
- Yes, please.

Do the children know?
- Yes, I had to tell them.

They're taking it well.

They must be used to it. They sometimes
witness terrible scenes between us.

Do Rowena and you ever fight?
- Not a lot. She's not often there.

And you give in more easily.

We'll wait another five minutes
and then we'll start. Ok?

It's absurd. We were going to eat
outside. In half an hour it'll be too cold.

Shall we taste the wine?

So you were saying...

that Rowena isn't home a lot?

Yes, she's home now and then.

And what does she do?
You don't want to know, do you?

No. Why do you ask me that?
- For no reason.

Generally, I kind of know
where she is.

So where is she tonight?
- I don't know. Her meeting.

I don't really keep an eye on her.
- Maybe you should.

I mean, maybe you should keep an eye on her.

A beautiful wine.

Rowena isn't coming tonight.
I'm sorry.

Not at all?

Why didn't you tell me right away?
- I was embarrassed.

I couldn't find an excuse.
A cold... That's stupid.

You could tell the truth, couldn't you?
- Yes, of course.

She didn't feel like coming.

Does she hate me that much?
- On the contrary.

Well, I don't need her
respect anyway.

But I think it's very rude.
- I should have shut up.

You're a victim, just like me.
You're much too nice.

I'll get the entrees. Let's not
lose our appetites over it.

I'll pour you some more wine.

And I'll light the candle.

That looks delicious.

Prawn cocktail.

Do you like it?
- Lovely.

I added some onion.

Parsley, lemon,
a bit of white wine...

Excuse me?
- Sorry.

Olive oil.
- Yes, that's a good idea.

Mayonnaise, of course.

Tabasco...
- To make it spicy.

Olives.

And lettuce.
- I saw that.

And paprika.

Anyway, it tastes great.

Toby's still not here,
the asshole.

Don't say that.
- Stop defending him.

He's just an asshole.
And we are ninnies.

I'm fine here
and I don't think we're ninnies.

Thanks.

Cheers.

And those two can go to hell.
- Exactly, to hell with them.

You know, Miles, you're unique.
- So are you.

I have to make a confession.

Don't get angry, alright?

About Rowena, I made that up.
I didn't invite her.

She doesn't know?

That's strange.
- Do you know why?

I don't think I want to know.

But why with Toby and me?
- I knew Toby wasn't coming.

He told me a little while ago.
- Toby wanted you and me to have dinner together?

He didn't want for you and me...
- No, of course not.

I mean of course Toby didn't want that.
I'm not against it myself.

You know everything and I know nothing. I'm
the only ninny here. Great.

That was the pinnacle
of hypocrisy.

I didn't know
whether I should tell you everything...

Toby asked me to talk to you.
- I'm very angry.

I don't like this at all.
- I was embarrassed as well.

Well, tell me what you've got to say
and then leave. Quickly.

Toby doesn't want to lose you.

Won't you reconsider
and stay with him?

Is that it?
Out of the question.

Ok, that was it. So what are we eating?

I asked and you said no.
Done. What a relief.

Good for you.
- I had to get it out.

We had a good time and now this.

What a schemer.
Charming, but efficient.

I'm getting to know you.
- Don't say that.

I love it here with you.
And I think you're great.

Don't talk nonsense.
- It's true.

I'll get the food.
- You're so beautiful.

Poulet Mediterranee.
- Lively...

With paprika and olive oil...
- she sees me, hears me, comforts me

Ham, shallots...
- my heart cries

Tomatoes, parsley.
- I'm in love with you.

I know.
- You do?

I was afraid so. For a couple of years,
you've been giving me these looks...

Not at all.
- Yes, you have.

When?
- All the time. Furtive looks.

It's stronger than me.

What do we do now, Celia?

What do you mean? We just continue eating.
- Don't.

There's Toby, me, my two children.
Rowena, your three children...

Hubert, Wilfrid...
- No, Colin, Sandra and...

It's not realistic.
- Timothy.

Don't you feel anything for me?

I didn't say that.

That's what I feared the most.
Do you have some feelings for me?

Maybe.

You know, right now I can't
give you any hope.

It's too much for me.
Life's too complicated.

I shouldn't have come, should I?

Is it Toby?
- He has a key.

Sit down quickly.

We didn't do anything wrong.

Somebody's ringing, mummy.
- Yes. Go back to sleep.

I want to say goodnight to them.
- Alright, mum.

It's ok, it's my mother.
- Should I...

She won't stay long.
- You must have lots to discuss.

What will she think about the two of us?
- Nothing. She's here for the children.

She won't notice us.
She's very discrete.

Can I know who it is?
- Please...

Can I have a look?
- He can hear you, you know.

Are you hiding things from your mother?

It's coming.

It got cold,
so I'm reheating it.

So, between you and Rowena it's
not all roses either.

I'm leaving.
- Do that and I'll throw the chicken in your face.

Please, I want to know.

You already do, I think.

That affair with Terry Hogg, you mean?

That guy's so tall
but his legs are so short.

Did you notice?
- Yes, during squash.

Do those short legs bother him?
- No, he always won.

Strange for a gym teacher.

Women seem to
like him.

Well, not me.

And he also has such small
buttocks. Or no buttocks, really.

Terrible.

I like men with a little
bum. A real bum.

Terry Hogg has...
- Please...

Sorry, I wanted to heighten the atmosphere.
- With Terry Hogg's bum?

They're probably in bed together now.

Does that bother you a lot?
- Yes.

No. Well, I don't know.

I'll get the rest.

Mum, what are you doing there? Go home.
- I can say hello, can't I?

I said no.

Good evening.

He's gone.

Good evening.

What are you doing there?

I was looking for something.
- Something?

I'm Miles Coombes.
You must be...

Josephine Hamilton. Nice to meet you.

I had dinner with your daughter.
We were four people.

We already left.
- What a pity.

I sprained my ankle.
- Just when the chicken arrives.

Oh, is it coming? Great.
We thought it was over.

I'll warn the others.

Is it your ankle?
Do sit down.

Put your feet on that.
- Thank you.

Can I keep you company for a moment?
- Certainly.

There's plenty of room now.

Don't try to fool me.
I think it's great.

She should have done it a lot earlier.
That would have gotten that D.I.C.K.'s attention.

D.I.C.K?
- That'll teach him.

Do you know what she needs,
my daughter?

A good roll in the hay. And I'm
saying that as her mother. Do you agree?

The other day, she called me in tears.
'I can't do it anymore.'

I said: Leave him. Now there's
still time to start a new life.

She's still young and pretty, isn't she?
- Certainly.

Have you slept with her yet?
- No.

You should. She's a volcano.

And her skin's like silk.

We can't leave her
with that drunk, can we? Terrible.

Sorry, but Toby's more than that.
- You know Toby?

He's my best friend.
- And you're having dinner with his wife?

Rather shady, isn't it?
- Nasty, I'd say.

I have to go.
- Before your friend comes back.

He knows about it.
He asked me to come.

What are you saying?
- We're taking turns with her.

Toby on Tuesdays and Thursdays,
me the other days.

She's being fucked by Terry Hogg.

What are you talking about?
You can't say that.

You're totally pissed.
- We should have organised an orgy.

What's that door doing there,
in the middle of the garden?

Where the hell am I?
What's this mess?

What did you tell my mother?

Miles, where are you?
- Here.

Everything's alright. I'm here.

What are you doing?
- I'm in the shed.

Are you really alright?
- I'm resting for a moment. I'm tired.

Come on, don't you want to eat?
- No, thanks.

What are you doing? Are you drunk?
- For sure.

It's my fault.
Come on, Miles. Please.

I need a bit of hope first.
I love you.

My mother even had to lie down.
- I love you.

I'm really touched,
but I already told you...

It's difficult to talk
in the dark like this.

Miles, are you there?

If you're hiding...
You gave me a fright.

No, please.
What are you doing?

Outside? I don't see anybody outside.
Why do you say they're outside?

What's that over there?
Is there anybody there?

What were you doing there?
- Nothing. Nothing special.

Do you want some chicken?

Where are they? Miles and Rowena.
- They're home.

Is there anybody there?
- No, nobody. Do you want some chicken?

Sorry that I'm a bit late.

Were you in the pub?
- No.

Actually, yes. But I hardly
drank anything. One or two glasses.

Just social drinking.
- Cut it out.

You can't be the only one
who doesn't drink.

Here you are.
- What's that?

Poulet Mediterranee.
- I'm not very hungry.

It's cold.
- Isn't it supposed to be?

I thought Mediterranee
meant cold.

Lovely.

Did Miles talk to you
tonight?

He talked to me.

I know I've been obnoxious
lately.

But it would be terrible
for the children.

We can't end all those years
together like this, can we?

People who divorce,
often don't get any happier.

Let's try it again.

Fine.
Let's try one last time.

That's fantastic, Celia.

You know, you often just forget
to say thank you to people.

'Thank you'
isn't that difficult, of course...

but nobody ever says it.

Well, say it then.

Yes, I want to.

And? Didn't you want to say thank you?
- Tomorrow morning.

Why not now?
- Not now.

Why not?
- Miles isn't here right now.

You wanted to thank Miles.
- He saved me.

And me?
- You can thank him too.

Who's ever going to thank me?

You? Well, that depends
on what you did.

Yes, the chicken. It's great. Bravo.
- Fantastic.

Really, Celia. We're very lucky
to have a friend like Miles.

Come, let's propose a toast
to him. Come on, get up.

I'm proposing a toast to... What's that?
- Nothing. Come on, eat your chicken.

To Miles.

five weeks later
a game of golf

Not bad.

Hey, Coombes.

You gave me a fright, Pridworthy.
- You're not even allowed to be here.

I'm a member of the club.
- We're closed today.

For the Women's Championship.

Tell that to your friend
Teasdale, who's zigzagging to number 4.

Better put him on a
leash, next time.

He's just not that good yet.

You know how I feel about him.
- You're very clear about that.

So get him away from there.
And put that flag down again.

Didn't you lose any balls?

We lost seven of them.
Does Teasdale have them?

Don't exaggerate.

Don't forget the flag.
- Alright, Pridworthy. Thanks.

Old bitch. What a terrible woman.

I could have done it in three times.

Miles.
- Damn.

What is it?
- Nothing.

Were you playing?
- I only had to get the ball into the hole.

But the ball is there.
- Yes, I hit it there.

But the hole is there.
- Shall we stop talking about it?

What do you want?
- Aren't you playing with Toby?

He has his own system.
Are you looking for him?

Is it important?
- No, not like that.

What do you mean, like that?
- 'Is it important?' Not like that.

That doesn't sound very friendly.
Weren't we friends?

Nothing more than that?
- Please. Let's not talk about it anymore.

Did I do something?
Did you just forget?

No, but you also didn't
really encourage me.

I didn't know if you were serious.
- Is that why I was in the shed that night?

Toby came and I panicked.

It's never been this bad
between Toby and me.

It's only gotten worse
since he stopped drinking.

He loves me less now.

I never see him, he's always with you.
- You're exaggerating.

You keep calling him to do
things. And what about me?

Do you want me to call you?

I'm being kept out of everything.

That's not fair.
I don't deserve that.

Celia, please.

Don't cry.

I'll finish this now.

Putting already isn't easy.
What can I say?

Right, let's go to the 11.

What's he thinking? What does he want
me to do? Throw myself into his arms?

No, I never did that
and I'm not going to do it now.

My God.

What are you doing here?
It's dangerous to sit there.

Did you see where it went?
- No idea.

Which hole is this?
- How should I know?

Why do you play this silly game?
- To keep myself occupied during the day.

Everything beats sitting at home, doesn't it?
- Exactly.

The children need a father.
- We have nothing to say to each other.

We have nothing in common. They're always
so neat, impeccable...

And since the youngest one's into
the Lord, she's always praying for me.

Really depressing.

So you're not interested
in me or the children.

What are you doing?
- I'm looking for my ball.

We were talking about you and me.

Let's be honest:
we don't love each other anymore.

Really, to be dumped for Miles.
- Miles is just a very good friend.

He did come on
to me, though.

When?
- When you wanted him to talk to me.

Did he really?

He was very passionate.
But nothing happened.

Bravo.

I'll feed the children. I don't
have time to be depressed.

How do I get it out of here?

One, two, three...
That one doesn't count.

There. Ok, we count that one.

Fourteen. And fifteen. And sixteen.
That's not working.

Good. That's it. Seventeen.

Hey, Rowena.
- Toby, you gave me a scare.

Did you happen to see my ball?

Here, I've got plenty.
The children found them.

No. I'll look for my own.

Is Miles with you?
- Yes, he should be there somewhere.

You like him a lot, don't you?
- Yes, he's an old friend.

I understand.

But the children and I
want to see him too sometimes.

Give him back to us.
We never see him.

There must be a reason for it.
- He's with you.

He must not be happy.
- How would you know?

He told me.
- What did he say?

You can't behave like this and
expect your husband to be happy.

Did he tell you we don't have
sex anymore?

Not for months. It doesn't bother
him too much, but it does bother me.

So I'm looking elsewhere for it.
- I don't need to know that.

It's not a secret.
Everybody knows.

I'm not telling everybody about it,
but the men...

Are you very critical
or do you take just anybody?

He must feel like it, of course.

Is that your only criterion?
- Yes.

Would you do it with me too?
- If you want to.

Wouldn't you feel guilty?
- Why?

Because of Miles.
- Maybe you should.

Deal.

It's going to cost you, though.
I only do it for free with Miles.

How much?
- Three golf balls.

Terry Hogg pays with chocolates.
- Absurd.

Two golf balls?

I'm only doing it
because Miles was coming on to Celia.

Really?
- Nothing happened.

Celia would never accept golf balls.
- Now we're even.

I didn't know this side of you, Toby.

Alright, one little swing and there we go.

One, two, three...
- Rowena, what are you doing there?

You're standing on the green, you know.
You can't stand on the green.

You'll make a hole in it. Give it to me.
The ball as well.

What are you doing here anyway?
- I wanted to see you.

Where are the children?
- There, in the sandpit.

That's a bunker, something quite different.

Are they alright?
- Good to see you.

Are they alright?

Sally's married now
and she has three children...

Colin is a test pilot
and Timothy runs a brothel in Rio.

They hope to see you again this Christmas.
- I'm not going home yet.

Toby's waiting for me.

Give me a moment.
- I'm in the middle of a game.

I want to tell you something.
- Alright. Well?

I love you.

That's all I wanted to say. Bye.
- Wait a moment.

Thank you.

Did you really go to
bed with Celia?

Who says that?
- There are rumours.

I behaved like an idiot.
- You always had a soft spot for her.

Did you read her poetry?
- Please.

Yes or no?
- No.

Admit it.

Ok then. One.

Will you read me a poem
again, please?

Please.
- Maybe.

Here, now?
No, you'd laugh.

Not at all.
- Yes, you always laugh.

I'm like a clown to you.
- Not at all.

When I come home in the evening and
say something, everybody cracks up.

'Hello, everybody.' Ha, ha, ha.
- We like you.

Think of something better.

And the situation in bed
isn't helping either.

But that's not the real problem.
- I think it is.

So, if I stop laughing,
everything will be ok again?

Could be.

What are you doing, Rowena?
- Come on, I'm not laughing.

No, get off the golf course.

I want a poem first.
- I can't.

Celia got one too. Now it's my turn.
- I'm not in the mood.

One: grass grows in the valley,
a dog ran through the alley.

See? Quite hard.
- Sit down.

she saw me, heard me
comforted me

my heart cried...
No, Rowena.

Please, my mouth is full of sand.

I'll report this to the committee.

five years later
Easter

I'm sorry. Celia, sorry.
I was...

Are you alright?
- Fine.

Good.

Did I just see Rowena
sitting in the car?

It's been a long time since you were here.
- Four years.

Still in Australia?
- Yes, still.

I've come... I heard
about Toby. Terrible.

Yes. It's been three years now.

Did it happen suddenly?
- No, with alcohol it goes slowly.

The last time he quit drinking.
- It went downhill fast.

Really?
- Worse than ever.

I did what I could...

but he never listened to me anyway.

When I left, I didn't know that.

You can't blame yourself for anything.

I had to accept the proposal.
Financially, you know.

Money is most important, after all.

Are you working again?
- I had to.

They've been very nice to me
at the school.

I do administrative work. Irene
Pridworthy did a lot for me.

Ok, I'm going...
- Are those flowers for Toby?

No, for Easter. Toby didn't
like flowers. Say hello to Rowena.

She changed so much.

In memory of
Joseph John Hepplewick, 77 years old.

Joe is gone,
but his poetry lives on.

Is that a promise or a threat?

Are you coming?

Did you see Celia?

Did you talk to her?
- A bit.

Are you alright?

What happened? You're so down.
- Nothing.

Everything's so small here, isn't it?

Such a little village.

And once, this was our life.

Did you find Toby's grave?
- Yes, here.

Was it a good idea to leave?
- Why?

We're happy there, aren't we?
Space, kangaroos, friends...

The people of the cricket team
are mainly your friends.

He was my friend.

Are we going?

Or it went like this

Or she said this:

I think I should go.

Come on, I'm not in the mood
to have fun.

Come off the golf course.
- If you'll read a poem.

I can't.
I'm not in the mood.

I think I should go.

she saw me, heard me
she comforted me

That was pretty good.

my broken heart
was crying

Coombes, are you still here?
- What do you think?

You really have to get going.
- I'm sorry.

Did you ever get
that ball?

Good. With which club?
- With my foot.

But that's not allowed.

I'll report this to the committee.

five years later
friendship prevails

Sorry, I wanted...
No, I wanted to avoid you.

We both had the same idea.
Crazy.

A beautiful ceremony.
- Yes, 50 years is quite something.

Is Toby with you?
- No, he has a cold.

The new principal seems nice.
- Very intelligent.

Beautiful speech.

Alright, I'd better...

This is the first time
you came back, isn't it?

Since Pridworthy fired me,
yes. Four and a half years.

Are you back to work?
- Yes, administrative work at the school.

Pridworthy
of all people helped me get it.

Unbelievable. You're looking good.
- Thanks. How's Toby?

Better.
- Apart from the cold.

Do you still live in London?

In the same house?

That must cause some gossip.
- There will always be people like that.

What's he doing now?
- He gives the occasional private lesson.

Well, he doesn't do much.
But you know Toby.

He doesn't really know what he wants.
- He's playing house wife.

That's too much honour. He's quite obnoxious
really. You know him.

But you have to bear him now.

Did you see Rowena?
- No, but I think she's travelling.

And the children?
- They too. Didn't you know?

No. Where to?
- India or Indonesia. Somewhere there.

To India?
- Yes, you know Rowena.

She once called me from Bangkok or something.

She'd forgotten to tell
the milkman that she was gone.

She was a big help to me when Toby
left. I really underestimated her.

Without her, I wouldn't have coped.
She helped me a lot.

Yes, she was very...

I have to go back to Toby. If only
he could stop drinking.

He doesn't listen and doesn't eat.
And those insults.

You get them too now?
- He calls me all kinds of things.

He hurts you
and you won't forget those words.

I bet he still puts his
cigarettes out everywhere?

I'm really happy to see you.
- Me too.

Dear Miles.

If you ever need advice or...

I've lived with Toby
for years, so I'm an old hand.

Thanks. Maybe I'll call you.
- Yes, please.

Goodbye, Celia. Thanks.

What a lovely man.
What a great man.

Or it went like this

Tell her I'll defend him
and that she can get lost.

What a mood.

She's in the attic.

Please tell her
I'm disappointed in her.

I'm not finished yet.
Tell her I'll defend him...

and that she can get lost.
- Fine.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Toby Teasdale is my friend.

five days later
confession in a shed

Come on, Rowena.
You can see there's nobody here.

They're gone.
- That's normal around this time. Come on.

Celia should be here.
- I don't want to see either of them. Come.

I thought you liked Celia? What is it?
- Nothing.

Did you have a fight or something?
- Don't be an idiot.

But I am an idiot.

What a mess, that garden.
- Come on, it's going to rain.

Why don't they plant anything here?
Herbs or something. Why?

This is not our garden.
- What does it matter?

It does. I wouldn't
want it either.

You're getting old, Miles.
They're not going to kill us.

Toby owes you one.
Thanks to you, he still has his job.

So what? Weren't we going for a walk?
- I am walking.

No, you're sticking your nose
into someone's private life. I want to talk to you.

What's this? How terrible.
- This is private. It's their shed.

What did you want to say to me?
- Can we get out of their garden first?

I don't feel comfortable here.

Look at that.
Dozens of boys running.

Who's that with them?
- Terry Hogg, you know that very well.

A gym teacher who can hardly
keep up with his students.

You know very well who Terry Hogg is.
- Just enjoy the walk.

We can talk at home.

So you just don't want to talk.
- Talking never works for us.

It's still the
best form of communication.

For instance, it helps me to find out whether you'll
still be fooling around with that jerk in a couple of years.

It's going to rain.
Come, let's get in here.

Not in their shed.
- Quickly. It's just a shower.

It's raining cats and dogs.
- Those poor boys.

And Terry Hogg.
- I'm not answering anymore.

You'll twist my words anyway
and make me look stupid.

But I'm not stupid.
- I never said you were.

Oh, yes you did.

You just sometimes pretend
not to understand something.

Sometimes you act like a retard.

If I don't understand something, I just say so.
- Nobody's that stupid.

That's not what I meant.

I told you talking is useless.
I'm not intelligent enough for you.

I was like this when you met me for the first time.
But back then it didn't bother you.

You were still interested
in me, in everything.

Do you remember what we wanted to do?

Go tracking through Great-Britain,
along the coast. Via Scotland...

Why didn't we do it?
- I was pregnant.

A fling would do you good.
It might wake you up.

Is that your conclusion?

Why don't you try Celia?

Don't you have a bit of
a soft spot for her?

Think before you talk.
- Stupid.

Yes.
Sometimes, you're incredibly stupid.

And you ask me
why I have lovers?

Doesn't matter, you know. I'm used to it.

You know, I'm getting older
and I'm in need of love.

I thought it would get less,
but quite the opposite.

And you find love with...
- Not with Terry Hogg of course.

Not with Frank Arrowsmith, not with Geoff
Hampton and not with the others.

I just want attention, even though
it's an illusion. And that comes at a price.

Did you sleep with
all those guys?

So, with about my
whole squash club.

I'm sorry.

I only did it
to find myself interesting.

Geoff Hampton?

Are you very hurt?
- I don't know.

Is it still raining?

No, it almost stopped.

Do you want to go?
- No.

What do you want then? Call me names?
Hit me?

Commit suicide? Kill me?
- Please.

Ok, stay there then. Ciao.

Oh, a leprechaun in the shed.
He looks exactly like my husband.

Locked. Can you believe that?
I'll be...

36 years old, three children and then this.
I want to get out of here.

Can you open the door, Sylvie?
- Yes, one moment.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

They locked me in.
My wife, as a joke.

Do you have to work? On a Saturday?
- Yes.

I wasn't here on Wednesday.
My mother had radiation.

Does your mother...
- Yes.

How terrible.

Your father must be worried.
- No, he's dead.

Are you the eldest?
- Yes.

That's my little sister.

Which one is she?
- The little fat one.

Look at her. She's almost collapsing.
What a bastard.

What a jerk, that Terry Hogg.
- Definitely.

What's that?
- Nothing.

Do you have a boyfriend?
- Something like that.

Lionel Hepplewick.
- The school caretaker.

He thinks it's for eternity,
but I have my doubts about that.

Why?
- Maybe I can find somebody better.

He's only interested in himself
and in his father.

You have to be careful,
or you get stuck.

I want to see things in life.
I'm not going to wash his socks all my life.

Are you the type that
wants women in the kitchen?

Women should have the same
rights as men.

Do you leave your wife entirely free?
- What do you mean?

She does what she wants, doesn't she?
- Yes.

Many men would become
violent in that situation.

I don't believe in that.
- Sometimes you have no choice.

There's always another way.
- Maybe in your circles.

Some people need that
before they start listening.

Then the world's a sad place.
- It sure is.

Why did she lock you in there?
- For fun.

She really likes jokes,
that's really her.

It may sound strange,
but she's also tender and vulnerable.

There are two sides to her, you see?

Then why do you let her
fool around with that Terry Hogg?

I don't want to discuss that.

She humiliates you.
- That may be.

Not everybody needs to know, do they?

Because everybody knows, don't they?
I figured as much.

I have to get back to work.

All their trash has to go.

Especially the empty bottles. You know...
- I don't want to talk about Toby.

But for a principal...
Sometimes he can hardly stand up.

He's my friend.
- You should talk to him.

If only for Mrs Teasdale's sake.
She's a nice lady, isn't she?

You like her, don't you?
- Yes, that's enough.

To work. Naughty girl.

You have to work for your money.
- You can be pretty strict.

Are you still there?

Sorry.

Of course, it's none
of my business...

but how old are you?
- I'm of age.

I can go to bars.

And smoke.
- You're quite mature already.

My dad always said that, in the course
of your life, you forget everything you learnt.

And how old are you?
- I'm of age.

You have brown eyes, don't you?

Just like a cow.

My dad said: brown eyes...
- He must have been some kind of Kierkegaard.

I wouldn't know that.

she saw me, listened to me

comforted me
my heart cried from love...

dreams and happiness

Did you write that yourself?
- Unfortunately not.

It's very beautiful.

I always wanted to travel
through Great-Britain.

On foot. Along the coast.
- On foot?

Yes, along the coast. Via Scotland,
along the east coast and down.

And back up through Wales.
But it never happened.

I feel that it's now or never,
that it's my last chance.

It always beats
staying here.

I have to go.
Mrs Teasdale's coming back soon.

Does it sound good to you?
A long walk with someone?

Are you asking me to come?

This is very sudden.

I have to think about it first.
- Yes, of course.

I can't just go.
- Of course.

Especially on foot.
- Absolutely.

I'll tell you
after I've given it some thought.

Quickly?
- I have to think about it.

It's not easy for me either.

What am I doing?

You got out.
- Sylvie let me out.

Do you want some tea?
- How did you know I was locked up?

Rowena just called me. She pulled
another prank, didn't she?

You have to have a screw loose
to do something like this. Sometimes...

Did you want tea?
- No, I really have to go now. Thanks.

I'm sorry about the other day.
I was all worked up.

I was angry with Toby
and not very nice to you.

That's alright. Forget about it.
- Thanks for everything.

I don't know what you said,
but it worked.

I put my foot down.
- Toby's drinking a bit less now.

Good.

I'd like to
see you one day soon.

Tomorrow, I'll be alone.
Toby and the children will be gone.

I don't know. I'm very busy.
- Oh, don't feel obliged.

Oh yes, Sylvie wanted
me to say something:

She loves adventure,
but not long walks.

Can you make anything of that?

It has an effect on you.

Are you ok?
- Yes.

You look so disappointed.

Don't you want a cup of tea?
- No, I'm going.

Oh, another thing. Rowena
said something as well.

Tonight she'll be at the squash club.
Does she play squash?

Yes, she does. All day long.

What are you doing?
- Can I rest here for a moment?

Of course, if you like.

I'll make you some tea after all.

five weeks later
resistance

He must be waiting for his desert.

He ate everything.
He's hungry again.

Hopefully, he like this apple sauce.
- I hope he chokes on it.

Miles? It's me, Celia.

Here's your desert.
I hope you like it.

Don't forget we have to
go for drinks at the school.

He's doing better, I think.
But it's hard to say.

Do you think it's time
to empty his bucket already?

He'll put it outside
when there's nobody around.

This can't go on. He has to go.
- He needs time.

Five weeks is enough.
- Look at it from his point of view for a change.

The drinks start in five minutes.
- You already said that.

Aren't you getting changed?
- No.

Are you going like this?

He doesn't bother you.
He makes no noise.

I've had enough.
I want quiet in my garden.

Doctor Burgess said
it was good for him.

He got traumatised.
You shouldn't force him now.

What kind of trauma?
- An emotional trauma.

Listen, Toby.
It's better if you know.

I didn't want to tell you,
but Miles is in love with me.

With you?

Ridiculous.
- Yes, but it's the truth.

Did he say that?
- No, I can feel it.

All the signs are there.
- Is his nose growing or something?

So that's why he locks himself in my shed
for five weeks?

You don't know what it means
to be in love.

Are you in love with him too?
- Of course not.

I like him a lot.
He needs love, respect.

Rowena destroyed him.
He doesn't deserve that.

You're in love with him.
- I like him.

Anyway, he's leaving.
- Leave him alone.

Come out,
stop with the nonsense.

Be a man.
- We're late already.

And he gets coffee too.

Emotional trauma...

Hello, Mr Teasdale.
- What are you doing there?

I'm helping Mrs Teasdale.
- On a Saturday?

Why?
- For no reason.

And that?
- For Mr Coombes.

When are you leaving?
- after dinner.

No, right after this.
- But then he'll be alone.

He'll get by. Go home.

Hello, Mr Coombes.
- What's wrong with everybody?

If I locked myself in a shed,
nobody would notice.

I'm bringing you your coffee.

He almost laughed.
- Has he burped yet?

Mr Coombes?
It's me again, Sylvie.

Isn't the coffee too strong?

Would you like something else?

It's a nice day today.

The idea of that long walk
is beginning to take shape.

I know why you locked yourself
up. Everybody disappointed you.

Why don't you talk to me?
I'm all alone.

What did the poem say
that you read the other day?

'she saw me, listened...',
do you remember?

What are you doing there?
- I'm working.

Who were you talking to?
- None of your business.

It's Mr Coombes, isn't it?

I know he's in there. For weeks.
Because of his wife, right?

No, really. You've got it all wrong.

Why then?
- I won't tell.

Mrs Teasdale?
- None of your business.

What then?
- You don't use your brain, do you?

And now go. You can't be
here. I'll tell Mr Teasdale.

He got me here.
- To do what?

I have to get him out.
- How?

Watch me.
- Nothing dangerous, I hope?

No, I'll smoke him out.
- He'll suffocate.

That's the idea.

I don't want to have
anything to do with it.

Maybe I'll go out with you tomorrow.
- Thanks, but I can't.

I'm going for a walk.

Mr Coombes, did you hear?
Mr Teasdale says you have to come out.

I have to read you a letter.

I'll read it: Dear Miles,
you're starting to become a nuisance.

That's why I'm using strong measures
in the form of Lionel Hepplewick.

Listen to him. Life
is too precious. Signed: Toby.

I'll start now.

Good evening.
- Hello, Mrs Coombes.

What are you doing?
- Burning leaves.

Is Mrs Teasdale here?
- No, they're all gone.

Dear, I brought some oranges.

The children say hello,
but they're embarrassed at school.

Raise your arm if you hear me.

Can't you burn some herbs?

How's your squash going?
- Excuse me?

Are you getting better?
- I don't play squash.

I heard you like to play.

Do you play squash?
- I'd like to.

Do you have strong legs?
You need strong legs.

I think so. Do you want to see them?

What about this calf?
- Beautiful. Is the other one the same?

Close enough.

Fine. And your thighs as well?
- They're not weak.

Can you...
- Let me pull this up.

Better take it off completely,
because I can't see anything.

Not here in the garden.
- There's nobody here.

Yes, but...

Alright then.

Very impressive. Can you
walk up and down a bit?

Of course.
Can you hold this for a moment?

And?
- I'm stunned.

Look, I'll walk around for you.

Look at that.
- Unbelievable.

Look, I'm running full speed for a minute
without getting tired.

Is it a minute yet?
- Just half a minute.

I'll stop.
- What a disappointment.

I almost fainted.
- You need some more exercise.

I was going too fast. Where are my pants?
- Isn't this nicer?

Please give me my pants.
- I can't. I burnt them.

What?
- I threw them into the fire.

You threw my pants into the fire?
You're crazy. Look.

How do I go home now?
Bitch. Get lost.

Did you hear that? I said
no. I can do that now.

I think you should come out now.

You punished us.
The children are unhappy.

We need you.

Come on, Miles. You're making me cry,
and I never cry.

I'll stop it all, really.

Are you ok, darling?

Hello.
- Don't talk too much yet.

It's so good to see you again.
What did you do in there?

I've been thinking everything over.

I feel a lot better.
- Great.

Are you ok? Can we go home?
Are you coming?

We all want you to come back.

Sorry, but I'm leaving.
I want to start all over.

That's absurd.
- No, really.

Nobody can
start all over.

It's worth a try.
- Just like that?

You'll always be nice and vulnerable,
and me egotistical and superficial.

I don't agree.

Where are you going?
- To the station, to catch a train.

Can I help you?
- I don't think so.

Miles, I love you.
- she comforted me...

Don't cry. That's stupid.

Stop sobbing, Rowena.

Why can't I borrow a pair
of pants from him?

I'll give them back.
Why are you being difficult?

That Rowena bitch
has another thing coming.

I'll write her phone number
on the walls of the station toilet.

Mr Coombes? I'm going to smoke you out.
This is your last chance.

No? Alright then.

Why did she burn your pants?
- For fun.

You stay here. When he comes out,
quickly lock the door.

Keep the key. Understood?
Careful, I'm lighting the fire.

Ready?

He's out. Quickly, let's go there.

That's a fast reaction. Where is he?

What's all that smoke?
- To get Mr Coombes out.

Has he gone?
- Yes, here's the key.

That idiot set the shed
on fire.

This is all that's left of Miles.

five years later
midnight mass

Yes, it's really you.

Hello, Sylvie.
- Mr Coombes. It's been a long time.

How are you?
- Very well.

You're back.
- For a short time.

And how are you?
- Fine.

I'm married, to Lionel.
And I have two children.

Are you waiting for Mrs Coombes?
- Yes, I'd like to see her.

It was nice seeing you again.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Sylvie.

We never did that
long walk, did we?

Maybe that's for the better.
You never know what would have happened.

No, you never know.
- Goodbye, Mr Coombes.

Merry Christmas.

Alright, Rowena. I'm not asking you
to come back home.

I'm not...
No, I'm not fooling myself.

Good evening.
- No, I don't have any money.

But I do have a knitting needle
and I'll use it.

What's that, Celia? Who are you?
- It's me, Miles.

Miles Coombes.
You remember me, don't you?

Oh my, Miles.
Why are you harassing people?

I'm just waiting for you.
- That's very scary, at night.

What are you doing here?
I though you left for good.

I wanted to come back for a short while.
- Are you waiting for Rowena?

How are you?
- I'm fine.

Toby's not so well, as usual.
Other than that, things are ok.

And you?
- I'm fine.

I heard
you've got a new girlfriend.

Didn't she come?
- She's with friends. Just like Rowena.

I'm glad you found
someone. See you soon, maybe.

Aren't you going to the mass?
- No. Do you really carry a knitting needle?

And razor blades.

I'm very happy to see you.

I often think of our escapade
five years ago. Don't you?

I mean, maybe we should have...
- No.

Yes, it's better not to
talk about it anymore.

We didn't really realise it back then
but we had a good time, didn't we?

Yes, exactly. Goodbye, Miles.

We had such a good time.

Don't start again, Geoff.
No, that's quite enough. Stop it.

Hello, Rowena.
- Miles.

It can't be true.
I think I'm seeing a ghost.

I didn't mean to scare you.

That was...
- Geoff Hampton.

He dropped me off.
He has a car.

Did you come for the children?
No?

They're doing well. They're missing you
a bit less now, but they're ok.

The first year was especially hard.
- I had to leave.

Of course. And how's Phyllis?
- Janice.

Oh, sorry.
- She's doing fine.

Has she divorced yet?
- Not yet. Her husband's still in the picture.

Are you going to mass?
- No, I'm only here for a short while.

See you soon then.

You were right.
- I was?

You can't
start all over again.

I'm sorry.

Or it went like this

Or she said:

Great, then we can go home.

Great,
then we can go home.

Are you coming back? We want that so much.

Miles, my dearest.
- No, Rowena. Please.

What?
- I don't want it.

I'm embracing you. You do that
when you love somebody.

I feel a bit...

I really need a bath.
- Yes, you do.

Are we going?
- Yes.

Do you mind if
I go home alone?

I need that.

I have to get used to it bit by bit.

We'll see each other there.

I love you.
- I love you too.

five years later
party at the school

How boring, how utterly boring.

Mrs Coombes.
- Sorry, I thought you were Miles.

How's your wife doing?
- Very well, thank you.

It won't be long, will it?
- No.

Would you prefer a girl or a boy?
- A girl. Two of each.

I heard you were ill.
- Who said that?

The rumour went around.

A depression, nervous breakdown.
- Yes, I was eating light bulbs all day.

Good to see you again, Mrs Coombes.

Do you still set fire to pants?
- Do you still crap in your pants?

Goodbye, Mrs Coombes.
Nothing has changed.

In memory of
Joseph Hepplewick.

Joe is gone, but his poetry
lives on. What a miserable family.

I've had enough.

I want to go.
What are they all doing in there?

Blah blah... the school's 50th anniversary...
very successful...

I feel so trapped.
Trapped and old.

What are you doing outside?
- I'm waiting for you.

Why did you leave? Everybody was looking.
- As always. I'm the village idiot.

What did you say?
- Even the children are embarrassed.

I can never go to school
activities. They're ashamed of me.

Not at all, they're embarrassed quite often.
- About what?

Other children at school whisper.
They also want a normal mother.

Thanks.
- You know what I mean.

I taught them
to use their own mind, to be critical.

And it didn't work.
And I'm becoming normal too.

I'm bored, I have boring children
and a boring husband.

Breakfast, lunch and dinner are boring,
everything's boring.

Can't we do something else for a
change? Something outrageous, anything.

During the holidays.
- At the Costa Brava, you mean?

Not necessarily.
- We always go there.

Tell me where you want to go.
- Greenland.

Nobody wants to go there.
- That's why I do.

What do you want, Rowena?
- I'm dying, withering away.

No, give me that snowball.

Act like an adult already.

The more you act like an adolescent,
the more embarrassing you become.

Accept that you're getting older
and act like it, damnit.

Alright, Miles.

Sorry.
- No, you're right.

No, I'm really sorry.

Come on, it's time to go back.
I'll make some lunch. Come.

Or it went like this

Tell him I love adventure
and long walks.

Oh yes, Sylvie said something as well.
What was it again?

That she loves adventure and
especially long walks. Something like that.

Very good. Thank you, Celia.

I understand it very well.
It's fantastic.

That she likes long walks?
- Yes. Thanks a lot.

Are you ok?
- Yes, I'm very well. Thanks.

five weeks later
hazy love

What is it now?
- My legs are killing me.

Come on.

I can't anymore. I need to rest.

That's not normal at your age.
- I've got cramps.

Those shoes weigh a ton.
I should have worn gym shoes.

That would have been worse.

I'm really beat.
I'm like my father.

You have a very good jacket.

Well, it was very expensive.

For some women you buy a
fur coat and for me a jacket.

Don't sit still too long
in this cold.

Wait, I have to catch my breath.

A trip like that takes more.
- I've changed my mind about it.

If we really have to do all of England and
Scotland on foot, I'm out of here.

Are you giving up after ten minutes?

Look around you. Come.

Look at that view. Do you see houses,
highways, cars, tourists?

We're all alone.
Isn't that special?

You can be alone at home. You
don't need a long walk for that.

That's very philosophical.

What are you doing?
- I'm taking them off.

Your feet will freeze.
- If I still have any.

Hurry up.

What could this be?
- A cabin.

But what is it for?

Oh, I know.
I think I know what it is.

It's a shelter. If you're
lost, you can find shelter there.

They saved many people's
lives already.

Strange, it's locked.
- I'm really getting hungry.

You should have had breakfast this morning.
- On holidays, I don't have breakfast before 8.

They should have brought us the breakfast.
- It was only a small inn.

I almost hit that boy.
- He had no manners, did he?

He was constantly winking at me
when he showed us the room.

What a pig.
- We'll see.

Did you see that boat?
- Where?

The boat of a hard working fisher man
who returns with fish in the evening.

It's an oil rig.

It's not a boat,
it's an oil rig.

Stupid that we
didn't have a double bed.

But we solved it well.
- So much work.

Everything to the side,
mattresses out of the beds...

and then put everything back.
- But we pulled it off.

It was worth it, wasn't it?
- Definitely.

It was silly to put everything back.
- It went fast.

And tonight again.
Yes, that's a bummer.

Can we go now?

I'll have to wear the same
dress for dinner tonight.

Everybody will say:
There's that dress again.

Not at all. It's a beautiful dress.

It's an evening dress, isn't it? Very smart.
- Too smart?

No, but not very well suited
for in a restaurant.

Your wife sold it to me
at the bazaar.

Did you get that hat from my wife too?
- That turban.

She said it went well with the dress.

I'll wear my jeans.
- Yes, that's a good idea.

It's different. You don't feel
like you're going out.

We really have to go now.

Are you coming?

Do you want to kiss me?
- Yes, of course.

That wasn't very good.
- My lips are half frozen.

Come, let's warm each other.

I love you.

Do you love me?

I really love you.

It's gone.
- What?

The oil rig. Look, it's gone.

You can't see anything anymore.

Sometimes they move them
to drill somewhere else.

Really?
- Yes.

You know so much.
- I read a bit and keep myself informed.

I don't. A shame.
I didn't read a thing.

Start reading then. You should read.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.

Funny, that guy at the bar
this morning.

'I hope your daughter's
of age.'

That made me laugh.
- I saw that.

Come.
- But it's foggy.

The oil rig hasn't gone. It's foggy.
- Yes, sea fog.

Come on, let's go.
- Let's go to the cabin.

We'll rest there.
- It's locked.

Kick the door in then.
- That's vandalism.

You're afraid to, aren't you?
- Not at all.

That shed must belong to somebody,
or it wouldn't be locked.

It's open. It was just stuck,
- This isn't good.

All empty.

Yes, everything was stolen. Nobody has any
respect for anything anymore. Terrible.

Sit down.

What are you doing?
- I'm taking off your shoes.

I can't. Not here.
- Why not?

At my age...
I need some comfort.

Alright then.

Do you understand?
I didn't hurt your feelings, did I?

You're hurt, I can see.
- No, disappointed.

It's not your fault,
it's me.

I know that.

Look, you can't see anything anymore.
The fog is travelling along the whole coast.

Look how fast it's approaching.

Sea fog moves very fast.
- Just like oil rigs.

I hope my mother will
be alright.

She's ill. If there are any problems,
they'll call.

Call where?
To the hotel.

Did you give them the number?
- You should always be reachable.

Who will they ask for?
- Sylvie Bell.

Nobody knows her. You're
registered under my name.

Am I Mrs Coombes?

Unbelievable.
- Come on, let's go.

You can't see anything.
- That's alright, we'll find it.

You can't see the cliff anymore.
- That's alright.

We'll go down there.
The cliff's further away there.

We just have to keep a distance.

Watch me.

What's that?
- A compass. Of the children.

The hotel should be there...

North East or North North East. And
if I'm correct... Don't move.

So, North should be there.

So, we'll go that way.
Stand still for a moment.

Each time you move,
the needle follows.

Can't you stand a bit further
away? Good.

Is that better?
- Much better.

Alright, wait. Now it's turning around.
Why is this happening to me?

I'm turning around and it follows.

Wait a moment. I'll put it on the ground...

and maybe... See?
If I step away, it works.

Now it's pointing to the North.
Except I can't see anything. Like this.

Give me your hand.
- Isn't it over there?

No. Come along.

Yes, look.
We walked up this path before.

We'll end up at that intersection.

Come on.

Careful.

If I'm right...

we'll get to the intersection now...

See? They put another
cabin here.

It's the same one, isn't it?
- Yes, it's the same one.

Is it still pointing towards you?

I think we should go that way.
- No.

Yes, I'm sure. Come on.
- Wait. Listen carefully.

What do you hear?
- Just the sea.

We're near the abyss.
And we don't know where it is.

Yes, it's there.
- We don't know for sure.

Don't, that's dangerous.
- I want to go back.

Take it easy, I read about this.
You should stay where you are.

Don't descend, that's dangerous.
Do you realise what happens?

You lose your sense of direction.
You have to wait.

But for how long?
- Until it's gone.

It's getting thicker.
- Wait in the cabin then.

It stinks in there.
- Really, it's too cold here.

Cold can kill you in the mountains.
Come inside.

We'll leave the door open
for fresh air.

Wait, I heard something.
- What?

There's somebody behind the cabin.
- No way. Who then?

Wait a moment. I'm having a look. Stay here.

It's big and black.
- It's just a sheep.

It was something big.
- It was a sheep.

That big?
- Sheep are big. Afraid?

I just got a fright.
- Something black and big.

What?
- I'll really keep this address.

It's tiring,
your constant whining.

About the road to take, my driving
style, the hotel, the beds...

I'm doing everything I can.
- Why didn't you pick a good hotel then?

It is a good hotel.
- No, it's not. It's miserable.

I expected a bit more class,
breakfast in bed for instance.

I'm better off at home.
- Go home then.

Not even a vodka-martini.
- But you had a shandy.

I always have those.

I want something else for a change,
not the same old same old.

That's how it always goes. You expect
too much from life and...

It was worth a try, wasn't it?

We'll continue by car tomorrow,
if you can survive one more night.

Otherwise we don't need to
move the beds.

I always have my worst
moments in sheds.

Shall we go?
- In that fog?

I'm going. Everything's being ruined now.
I want to go.

Please stay. You'll get lost.
- I don't care.

That's not the right way.
What do I tell your mother?

Follow my voice, Sylvie.

Let my voice guide you.

Exactly, very good.
Alright, that way.

I'm here.

Let my voice guide you.

Rowena?
- Such pea soup.

What are you doing here?
- Just catching my breath.

First of all, I'm not here
to keep an eye on you.

Your friend's mother's
very ill and couldn't reach you.

So she called me. Terry
Hogg drove me here.

And who do we meet
first? Your friend.

We almost drove over her.
But I said: Careful, a sheep.

is her mother having a crisis?
- It looks that way.

Did you like her dress?

She'd be pretty if she looked
after herself better. Tell her that.

I'll try.
- You don't look well.

Is she making your life miserable?
- No, I make hers miserable.

You? You never do that, do you?

Are you taking her back?
- You do it.

I still have to pay the hotel.
- Then you have to drive alone.

You know what? Terry can bring her back
and I'll come with you.

Good. Are you sure that...
- I'll hold on to you, or I'll fall.

five years later
a wedding

Where is he?

How should I know?

Yes, I'm coming back.
They'll just have to wait.

Sorry, I'm so very sorry.
- At least you're here.

I had problems with my suit.
- I'll tell them we're ready.

I'm very sorry.

Well, I'll be...
The pastor's making a phone call.

30 people are waiting and he's on the phone.

He's slowing us all down.
- You look magnificent.

Not ridiculous?
- No, beautiful.

A waste of money. I'm doing it for
mummy. I showed it to her.

There were other patients as well.
They loved it.

Some of them had to cry,
my mother as well.

Make him hurry,
I'm worried.

I organised it. With
Lionel it would have been a disaster.

We've hardly been married
and I'm already fed up with him.

Maybe I should leave.
- Why not?

I can't do that to him.

I'll be Mrs Hepplewick,
as it should be.

I expected something totally different.
- Remember, as Mrs Coombes?

I've never been Mrs Coombes.

You were for one night.

Did you ever think
about it again?

I did.

Remember that cabin?

You remember, don't you?
- No, really.

The fog?
- I don't remember a thing.

I'll go back inside
and then I'll scream.

I'm very happy you wanted to do it.
- I'm glad I could do it.

It was hard to find somebody
to walk me down the aisle.

It has to be somebody
decent and a bit older.

That pastor's getting on my nerves.
I'll do something about it. Wait here.

she saw me, heard me
comforted me

my heart cried...

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is with big pleasure...

Why do I always give speeches?
Dear friends...

Stop it, Rowena.
- What a pastor.

Sylvie was all panicking.
- I was too late too.

Didn't I get everything ready?

Yes, your suit was on the bed.
- No, it wasn't mine.

Whose was it then?
- Somebody with short legs and chocolates.

I understand.

You're playing the father of the bride.
She has fond memories of you.

No, I was just of the right age.

You're escapade made an impression.
- She doesn't remember a thing.

Yes she does.
- She's forgotten everything, she told me.

Oh no, she remembers.

You're not a man
one easily forgets.

Right, they're ready. Are you coming?
- Good. Do I look good?

Fantastic. Really beautiful.

Is this ok, this suit?
- Yes, beautiful.

Walk her down the aisle.

Or it went like this:

Or he said:

Rowena, the sea is that way
and the path is over there. See you later.

And how did you like her evening dress?

She'd be pretty if she looked
after herself better. Tell her that.

I'll try.
- Come on, they're waiting for us.

I'd rather go back on foot.
- On foot?

I want to think. I'm going this way.
- That way?

We'll see each other at home.
What do I say to her?

Whatever you want.
That I went that way.

You don't mind?
- No, but be careful. The sea's there.

No, the sea's there
and the path is over there. See you later.

Are you sure?
- Yes, I am.

Dearest.

five years later
a simple ceremony

Why this ceremony,
you might wonder.

We wanted to do something in the memory
of our friend Miles Coombes...

who died in an accident five years ago.

The members of the school council,
and I as chairman....

wanted to give him a bronze
plaque with a commemorative text.

Where should the plaque go?

His widow told us he had a
preference for sheds.

I was rather surprised, because
I was his good friend and I didn't know.

The plaque will be placed on the
graveyard shed.

Rowena will now unveil the plaque herself.

Sorry, I'm a bit emotional now and
I'm not sure what to say.

Miles, my husband,
was a unique person...

whom I loved with all my heart.

I was never able to tell him how much.

Anyway, it's too late now.

This shed is for Miles. If he
sees us, he'll be touched.

It's Miles' shed.

Thank you for coming.

To be honest, I think it's an absurd
idea. Why a shed?

For no reason.

What, for no reason?
There must be a reason.

Are you ok? You look so pale.

I miss him so much, Toby. Really terribly.

He's been dead for five years
and I'm still crying.

I think about him so often.

Terry would be furious
if he heard me talk about him.

He's often furious, isn't he?
He seems to be rather violent.

Please mind your own business.

It's a beautiful shed.
I come here every now and then.

And I start thinking of him.

Thanks for doing this.

See you soon.

Take good care of yourself.

In memory of Miles Percival Coombes...

friend and honorary chairman
of the Bilbury council.

His heart cries from love, dreams
and happiness. Not bad.

Hello, Mrs Hepplewick. Everything alright?

How's your little family?
- Fine.

I came by. Can I have a look at this?
- Yes. It's rather original.

You knew him well, didn't you?
- Yes, from a while ago.

Is the little one growing well?
- He's due in March.

It will be the third, won't it? Hepplewick
doesn't waste any time, does he?

May I?
- Of course.

Do you understand that shed thing?
Strange, isn't it?

It's a beautiful shed.

Thanks, Mr Teasdale.

Do they lock the shed?
- No idea.

Not during the day, I think.
- Then I'll come here every now and then.

Thank you.

Do you think there are more women
who want to come here?

I'd be surprised.
- Are you sure?

There won't be any others.
Goodbye, Mr Teasdale.

Incredible, what a story.

Hard to understand.