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[WIND BLOWING...]

[WIND BLOWING HARDER...]

[WIND ROARING...]

[SILENCE]

- Young woman: NOTHING.

NOTHING.

SHE SUPPOSED...

THIS WAS REAL LIFE...

AND REAL LIFE WAS DIFFICULT...

AT BEST.

HADN'T SHE LEARNED THAT...

WHEN SHE WAS A LITTLE GIRL?

WHY DID SHE THINK

FALLING IN LOVE...

WOULD MAKE IT EASIER?

WHY DID SHE THINK...

FALLING IN LOVE...

WOULD MAKE IT ANY...

EASIER?

[CLOCK TICKING]

- Chorus: [FAINTLY]

♪ ...IN ANCIENT TIME

WALK UPON ENGLAND'S

MOUNTAINS GREEN?♪

♪ AND WAS THE HOLY LAMB

OF GOD♪

♪ ON ENGLAND'S PLEASANT PASTURES

SEEN?♪

♪ AND DID THE

COUNTENANCE DIVINE

SHINE FORTH UPON

OUR CLOUDED HILLS?♪

♪ AND WAS JERUSALEM

BUILDED HERE

AMONG THOSE

DARK SATANIC MILLS?♪

[LOUD ORGAN CONTINUES...]

♪ BRING ME MY BOW

OF BURNING GOLD ♪

♪ BRING ME MY ARROWS

OF DESIRE♪

♪ BRING ME MY SPEAR,

OH, CLOUDS UNFOLD♪

♪ BRING ME MY CHARIOTS OF FIRE♪

♪ I WILL NOT CEASE

FROM MENTAL FIGHT♪

♪ NOR SHALL MY SWORD

SLEEP IN MY HAND♪

♪ TILL WE HAVE BUILT JERUSALEM ♪

♪ IN ENGLAND'S GREEN AND PLEASANT ♪

♪ LAND.♪

[MUSIC ENDS, RAIN FALLING]

[CAR IGNITION STARTS, VEHICLE PASSES]

[RAIN CONTINUES...]

[CAR ENGINE HUMMING...]

- WHAT WERE YOU TALKING TO

TESS'S MUM ABOUT?

- SHE JUST INVITED US BACK TO

THE RECEPTION...

AND SHE WANTED TO KNOW WHERE

ROB WAS.

[INDISTINCT VOICE FROM TV]

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

[INHALING]

[TRAFFIC PASSING OUTSIDE]

- WHERE'S YOUR MUM AND DAD

GONE?

- THEY'RE ON HOLIDAY.

[♪...]

[TRAIN RUMBLING...]

[INDISTINCT VOICE ON P.A.]

- [MUMBLING, INDISTINCT]

[CASH REGISTER BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT VOICE ON P.A. CONTINUES]

[FOOTSTEPS...]

- Man: [SOFTLY] I'VE GOT TO GO

AND SEE THE NURSE.

I'LL BE BACK IN A BIT...

O.K., MUM?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, MACHINERY BEEPING]

- [EXHALES]

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

- Man: ARE YOU ALL RIGHT THERE, MUM?

STEADY.

ALL RIGHT.

- [SIGHS DEEPLY]

- Woman: GAIL?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

GAIL?

NICE TO HAVE YOU BACK, NAN.

YOUR BED'S BEEN MADE UP FOR YOU.

JUST POP YOUR BAG DOWN THERE AND

I'LL BE IN A BIT LATER.

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT, LOCK CLICKS]

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

[BUZZING]

- IS IT HIM AGAIN, RACH'? - YEAH.

- FUCK, DOES LARRY ALWAYS PHONE

THIS MUCH?

- SOMETIMES.

- DOES HE NOT KNOW YOU'RE

SEEING SOMEONE ELSE YET?

- NO. - MAYBE YOU SHOULD TELL HIM.

- WHY?

- YOU KNOW, JUST GIVE HIM A

LITTLE EXCUSE TO HATE YOU.

THAT'D GET RID OF HIM.

- YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO GO.

- WHY? GONNA FUCK HIM?

- WHO YOU BEEN TRYING TO PHONE?

- NO ONE.

[CLICKING LIGHTER]

[ENGINE REVVING LOUDLY...]

[SILENCE]

[WIND BLOWING...]

[ALUMINUM FOIL RUSTLING...]

- HOW'S YOUR GRANDDAD?

- HE'S ALL RIGHT.

COMING OUT SOON.

- WHAT? SO HE'S BETTER NOW, EH?

- I DON'T KNOW IF HE'S FULLY

BETTER, LIKE.

I'VE GOT TO GO AND PICK HIM UP.

GRAN ASKED ME...

I HAD TO SAY YES.

I FELT A BIT GUILTY, ELSE.

[ALUMINUM FOIL RUSTLING...]

YEAH... I AIN'T BEEN TO SEE

EITHER OF THEM SINCE HE WENT IN.

YEAH, PICKING HIM UP IS THE

LEAST I CAN DO...

GETS ME AWAY FROM WORK AND ALL.

- HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN

MARRIED?

- GOD, FUCK KNOWS.

A LONG TIME.

[INHALING...]

[WIND BLOWING...]

[MAN BREATHING DEEPLY]

[INDISTINCT VOICE ON P.A.]

[DISTANT DOOR CLOSES]

[BAROQUE HARP MUSIC PLAYS...]

[SCISSORS CUTTING...]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[CLICK]

- [BREATHING DEEPLY]

[CLOCK TICKING]

- [BREATHING DEEPLY]

[CLICK]

[LOUD RUMBLING]

- I'VE MISSED YOU.

- GOOD.

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS...]

- NICE GAME, JOEL.

[♪...]

[MUSIC STOPS, DOOR SHUTS]

[CRUNCHING]

[PAPER RUSTLES]

[CAR ENGINE HUMMING...]

[SOUND OF ENGINE STOPS]

- Rob: I SAW TESS'S MUM

THE OTHER DAY.

- Jon: DID SHE SAY ANYTHING

TO YOU?

- SHE DIDN'T SEE ME.

I JUST SORT OF HID.

- WHAT FOR?

- I DIDN'T WANT HER ASKING ME

WHY I WASN'T AT THE FUNERAL.

- WHY DIDN'T YOU COME, ROB?

- I JUST... COULDN'T FACE IT.

- LOOK, NEVER INJECT.

[ENGINE SOUND SUDDENLY RETURNS]

- HOW'S ROB?

- DON'T KNOW.

- HAVEN'T YOU SEEN HIM?

- NO.

- HOW WAS HE AT THE FUNERAL?

- HE WASN'T THERE.

- YOU DIDN'T TELL ME.

- YOU DIDN'T GO.

- DID HE LOVE HER?

- YEAH, HE DID.

WHY DIDN'T YOU COME?

- YOU KNOW WHY.

I ONLY COME BACK FOR YOU NOW.

PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT THEM.

- I DON'T MIND THEM.

- I DO.

DO YOU THINK ROB'S

INJECTING NOW?

- I DON'T KNOW.

- YOU KNOW HE MUST BE...

IF TESS WAS.

- MAYBE.

- PROMISE ME.

- I KNOW...

I WOULDN'T.

I SAW IT WITH YOU.

- YOU DO LOVE ME, DON'T YOU?

- YEAH.

- Mum: YOU SURE

YOU'RE NOT UP TO IT?

- Gail: LOOK, I'M SURE.

- WHY EVER NOT?

- I JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE IT

TODAY, O.K.?

- O.K., FINE, IF THAT'S

HOW YOU FEEL.

HAVE THEY GOT ANYTHING

AT THE LIBRARY FOR YOU?

- I THINK THERE'S A FEW

YOU DIDN'T PICK UP LAST TIME.

JUST GET THOSE.

AND CAN YOU GET ME

SOME FAGS, PLEASE?

- HAVE YOU GOT ANY MONEY? - NO.

- WELL, HOW DO I PAY FOR THEM THEN?

YOU STILL OWE ME FOR LAST WEEK.

- YOU JUST TAKE IT OUT

OF MY DISABILITY BENEFIT.

- O.K., I NEED TO CASH

THAT ANYWAY.

- THANKS.

[FOOTSTEPS]

- I WON'T BE LONG.

JUST A FEW HOURS OR SO.

- FINE.

[KEYS JANGLE]

- CAN YOU LOOK AFTER NAN?

YOU CAN MAKE HER A CUP OF TEA.

DON'T KEEP MAKING HER LOADS.

- ALL RIGHT. [DOOR OPENS]

- BYE THEN, LOVE.

- BYE, MUM.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[TRAFFIC PASSING...]

- 70, 80, 85...

88... [COINS RATTLE]...

AND 64.

[BIRDS CHIRPING...]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[ZIPPER UNZIPS]

[DEVICE BEEPS]

[♪...]

[UNFOLDING PAPER...]

[WATER HISSES]

- ROB!

- [GASPS]

- [GURGLING SOFTLY...]

[MAN BREATHING...]

[DISTANT INDISTINCT SPEECH...]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

[PHONE RINGING...]

[DOOR OPENS]

HELLO, GRANDDAD.

- Woman: THANK YOU FOR

BRINGING HIM HOME.

[CLOCK TICKING...]

- AND I WORRY.

- ABOUT ME?

- ABOUT US.

ABOUT YOU BEING HERE WITHOUT ME.

- YOU KNOW I DON'T DO

WHAT THEY DO.

- NEVER LIE TO ME, WOULD YOU?

- NO.

- PLEASE DON'T EVER DO ANYTHING

TO MAKE ME LEAVE YOU.

- I WOULDN'T.

[♪...]

[DISTANT MUFFLED TV CHATTER, CLOCK TICKING...]

- Man on TV: So, are we still

seeing each other?

- Woman on TV: I don't know.

- ARE YOU COMING TO BED?

[TV CONVERSATION CONTINUES...]

- NO.

NOT YET.

- Woman on TV: See you, Dickie.

[CLOCK TICKING, CHATTER ON TV...]

[BIRDS CHIRPING OUTSIDE...]

- Mum, calling from downstairs:

GAIL!

IT'S GONE MIDDAY, LOVE.

YOUR LADY'LL BE HERE SOON.

PLEASE DON'T MAKE HER

WAIT AGAIN.

CAN YOU HEAR ME, GAIL?

[GAIL BREATHING HEAVILY...]

[DISTANT INDISTINCT CONVERSATION...]

- Woman: AND THE LAST TIME

YOU WERE OUTSIDE, WHAT WAS

THAT LIKE?

- I CAN'T EXPLAIN.

IT JUST FELT LIKE...

I COULDN'T MAKE ANY CONNECTIONS

BETWEEN MY THOUGHTS.

- COULD YOU EXPLAIN A LITTLE

BIT MORE ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS

AND WHAT THEY WERE LIKE?

- I WOULD FEEL LIKE MY BODY

WAS FALLING APART.

JUST...

DISSOLVING.

LIKE I WAS GOING TO

JUST DISAPPEAR.

- BUT THE NEW

PRESCRIPTION'S BETTER?

- THEY SEEM O.K., BUT THEY

MAKE ME SLEEP MORE.

- WELL, THAT'S TO BE EXPECTED.

IT'S JUST YOUR BODY GETTING

USED TO THE DOSAGE.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE

YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT, GAIL?

- I WISH YOU COULD

COME MORE OFTEN.

- I'M AFRAID THAT, UM,

THESE VISITS ARE AS REGULAR

AS MY SCHEDULE WILL ALLOW.

HOME VISITS LIKE THIS ARE

QUITE DIFFICULT TO ARRANGE.

STILL, IT'S PROGRESS THAT

THE NEW MEDICATION'S WORKING.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING...]

[NO DIALOGUE...]

- Man: RACHEL!

GET ON WITH IT.

[NO DIALOGUE...]

[CLOCK TICKING...]

- Woman: FRANK!

[FOOTSTEPS]

FRANK?

I'M GOING NOW.

I'LL BE BACK IN ABOUT AN HOUR.

O.K.?

[WALKING AWAY]

[DOOR OPENS, SHUTS]

[CLICK]

[SCRATCHY RECORD PLAYING SLOW, ROMANTIC BALLAD]

- Man: ♪ IF I GOT ON MY KNEES

AND I PLEADED WITH YOU ♪

♪ NOT TO GO,

BUT TO STAY IN MY ARMS ♪

♪ WOULD YOU WALK

OUT THE DOOR

LIKE YOU DID

ONCE BEFORE...? ♪

♪ THIS TIME,

BE DIFFERENT ♪

♪ PLEASE STAY

♪ DON'T GO

♪ IF I CALLED OUT YOUR NAME

LIKE A PRAYER ♪

♪ WOULD YOU LEAVE ME

ALONE IN MY FEAR? ♪

♪ KNOWING I

NEED YOU SO ♪

♪ WOULD YOU STILL

TURN AND GO...? ♪

♪ THIS TIME

- Chorus: ♪ THIS TIME♪

- ♪ BE DIFFERENT

- ♪ BE DIFFERENT♪

- ♪ PLEASE STAY

- ♪ OH...♪

[MUSIC STOPS]

[FRANK BREATHING DEEPLY]

[TRAFFIC PASSING]

[GENERAL CONVERSATIONS]

- Larry: OI! - WHAT?

- WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME?

- TELL YOU WHAT, LARRY?

- YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT--

ABOUT THAT CUNT WITH THE BIKE.

[MOTORBIKE ENGINE BUZZING...]

[CROW CAWING]

[RUSTLING, BIRDS CHIRPING]

[KISSING]

[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]

- TOUCH ME.

[LOUD TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

- [COUGHING]

- Joel: OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW,

YOU DICKHEAD!

MY MUM SMELLS THIS SHIT

A MILE OFF.

- Boy: FUCK, I NEED A PISS.

[COUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS AND LOUD TECHNO MUSIC CONTINUE]

[CELL PHONE BEEPING]

- [PANTING]

[MOANING]

CARRY ON.

[CONTINUES PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

YOU CAN STOP.

[LOUD TECHNO MUSIC AND INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUE]

[BOY COUGHS]

- ANOTHER ONE?

- Joel: LOOKS LIKE HE NEEDS

ONE, MAN.

PACK THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ONE.

FUCK, YEAH... [CHUCKLES]

HE'S GONNA DIE.

- OI, MAN, THIS IS FOR YOU, MATE.

- NO, I DON'T WANT IT.

- HE DOESN'T FUCKING WANT ONE,

JOEL.

- WHAT?

- CUNT BY NAME, CUNT BY NATURE.

- WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG

WITH YOU?

[MOTORCYCLE DEPARTING...]

- [SNIFFLES]

[SNIFFLING, SIGHS]

[SOBBING SOFTLY]

[CHURCH BELLS TOLLING...]

[CHAIR CREAKING]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

[DISTANT DOG BARKING, CHURCH BELLS TOLLING]

[VIBRATING...]

[CELL PHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING]

- Gail: IT HURTS...

WHEN WE LOVE SOMEBODY...

BECAUSE LOVING IS A PAINFUL

THING.

THAT IS ITS NATURE.

TODAY, EVEN THOUGH WE ARE NOT

SURE THAT THE PAIN WILL PASS,

IT HAS TO BE SAID, THAT OUR

LOVING IS HURTING US.

OUR LOVING IS HURTING US.

[SHOWER RUNNING...]

- Man: IT'S A THREE-MONTH

WAITING LIST FOR THE METHADONE

PROGRAM.

I TAKE IT YOU WANT ME

TO RECOMMEND YOU.

- Sarah: [EXHALES]

I DON'T WANT TO COME BACK.

THE NEXT TIME WE SEE EACH

OTHER...

I DON'T WANT IT TO BE HERE.

[LOUD, RUMBLING TRAIN LEAVING]

- HAS SARAH GONE BACK?

- YEAH, SHE WENT BACK THIS

MORNING.

- HOW'S HER COURSE GOING?

- IT'S ALL RIGHT, I THINK.

DIDN'T REALLY TALK ABOUT IT

THAT MUCH.

- NICE TO SEE HER, THOUGH?

- YEAH, IT WAS GOOD.

- SOUND.

- STILL GETTING SHIT OFF YOUR

PARENTS?

- WHAT? TO GET A JOB, YOU MEAN?

- YEAH.

- NO... THEY'VE EASED OFF OVER

THE LAST FEW WEEKS.

PROBABLY BECAUSE OF TESS.

HOW WAS THE FUNERAL?

- WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?

- HOW WAS TESS'S MUM?

- YEAH, SHE WAS ALL RIGHT.

AS GOOD AS YOU COULD EXPECT...

I GUESS.

SHE ASKED ABOUT YOU, ROB.

- I THINK SHE USED TO QUITE

LIKE ME.

WE GOT ON WELL FOR A WHILE,

YOU KNOW, ME AND JEAN.

- I SAW YOU THERE, ROB.

- I THOUGHT YOU DID.

- SO, WHY DIDN'T YOU COME IN?

WHY'D YOU LEAVE?

- I'M SORRY.

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T CALL BEFORE

THE FUNERAL.

I COULDN'T HAVE GONE IN.

THEY ALL KNOW WHAT SHE FUCKING

DIED OF, DAVID.

AND I WAS HER BOYFRIEND.

COULDN'T HANDLE THEM ALL

TALKING, FUCKING STARING AT ME.

I WAS A COWARD.

BEEN A STUPID, FUCKING COWARD.

- YOU HAVEN'T.

IT'S JUST A FUCKED-UP THING.

- I NEVER USED TO THINK ABOUT

GETTING OLD, GROWING UP,

OR DYING.

I NEVER USED TO THINK ABOUT

THOSE THINGS.

- IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT, ROB.

NO ONE MAKES SOMEONE DO THAT.

- I KNOW.

BUT I'LL NEVER SEE HER FACE

AGAIN.

[LOW RUMBLING...]

[RUMBLING GROWS LOUDER...]

[BAROQUE MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[BAROQUE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[MUSIC ENDS]

- WHAT THE FUCK'S A MONTH?

WHAT, YOU FORGET THAT FUCKING

EASY?

- I HAVEN'T FORGOT.

I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ANYTHING.

I JUST WANT TO BE ON MY OWN

AT THE MOMENT, O.K.?

- AM I MEANT TO BE FUCKING BLIND THEN, AM I?

- What are you talking about?

- You know fucking well what I'm talking about.

Don't play fucking dumb with me.

Why do it in my face?

- WHAT'S IT GOT TO DO WITH YOU?

We're not seeing each other anymore.

- YOU'RE FUCKING HIM,

AREN'T YOU?

- No.

- HAVE YOU DONE ANYTHING WITH HIM?

- LOOK, DON'T DO THIS.

- I'm not doing anything.

You're fucking doing it to me.

It's you!

- I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO HURT YOU.

YOU'RE DOING IT TO YOURSELF.

- DOING WHAT?

- Texting me and phoning me all the time.

YOU KNOW I'LL ANSWER IT BECAUSE

I CARE FOR YOU AND THEN YOU JUST

HURL FUCKING ABUSE AT ME.

- SO YOU DON'T WANT ME TO CALL YOU NOW?

- Not if you're just going to

shout "bitch" at me all the time, no.

- WELL, YOU FUCKING ARE.

- THEN DON'T PHONE ME.

- I hate you so fucking much.

- I DON'T CARE.

YOU MADE ME STOP LOVING YOU.

You can't get that this is

hard for me too.

[SNIFFLES]

I have to let you go but it's

making me hurt.

- YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOU ARE.

- YOU DON'T MAKE IT

EASY TO SHOW.

- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

- I've got to go.

- NO, DON'T GO. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

- YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE,

EVERYONE DOES.

ALWAYS ACCUSING ME OF TRYING TO

FUCK YOUR FRIENDS.

OF FLIRTING ROUND THEM.

You know all that's bullshit.

You just enjoy making me

feel like shit.

WE'RE FINISHED,

SO LEAVE ME ALONE.

I'M GOING

and don't phone back.

MY MUM WANTS ME.

- I don't give a shit.

- I'M GOING. - NO, DON'T GO.

DON'T PUT THAT FUCKING PHONE DOWN.

Talk to me.

[CLICK]

FUCK! [ECHOES]

- [SIGHS DEEPLY]

[LOUD SMACK]

[FOOTSTEPS RUNNING AWAY...]

[ENGINE RACING, ACCELERATING]

- I FUCKING HATE HER.

WISH WE DIDN'T HAVE TO SCORE

OFF SUCH A FUCKING BITCH.

- SHE DID SAY HALF-SIX.

- [ANGRILY] I KNOW SHE DID!

SHE'S JUST PLAYING GOD!

[BREATHING SHAKILY...]

[WALKER CLATTERING...]

[WIND BLOWING...]

[WALKER CLATTERING...]

- Gail: WHERE ARE YOU

GOING, NAN?

NAN?

NAN?

YOU CAN'T GO OUTSIDE, NAN.

- [BREATHING SHAKILY]

- NAN, YOU'RE NOT

ALLOWED OUTSIDE.

- YES... I AM.

- NO, YOU'RE NOT.

[WIND BLOWING...]

NAN...

PLEASE?

GO BACK INSIDE AND I'LL MAKE YOU

A CUP OF TEA.

- ENOUGH TEA!

I WANT TO GO OUT.

[WIND BLOWING, LOUDER...]

[SHAKY BREATHING...]

[SHAKY BREATHING CONTINUES...]

- DID YOU LIKE BEING OUT?

I THOUGHT IT WAS BEAUTIFUL

OUT THERE.

THE TREES ALWAYS LOOK SPECIAL

AT THIS TIME OF YEAR.

I PREFER SUMMER, MIND.

HE LIKED AUTUMN, THOUGH.

- WHO?

- HE LOVED THIS TIME.

THE LEAVES CHANGING COLOR.

THEN IN SPRING...

HE USED TO BRING ME BLOSSOM.

- WHO DID?

- MICHAEL.

- WHO'S MICHAEL?

- YOU ARE A GOOD GIRL.

YOU ARE, YOU KNOW.

AND THIS IS A GOOD LIFE.

AND AS LONG AS YOU

DON'T WEAKEN...

- Woman: FOOD'S READY!

YOU'VE FORGIVEN ME?

IT WAS SUCH A LONG TIME AGO.

WHY DOES IT STILL MATTER?

- BECAUSE I CAN'T FORGET IT.

- DO YOU STILL LOVE ME?

- DO YOU THINK THAT SOMEONE

COULD DIE OF A BROKEN HEART?

- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

- THERE WAS THIS COUPLE IN THE

HOSPITAL, OLDER THAN US.

THEY SHARED A PRIVATE ROOM.

I ONLY NOTICED THEM BECAUSE

THEY SEEMED SO CLOSE.

SHE COULDN'T DO MUCH

FOR HERSELF.

HE HAD TO CARE FOR HER...

FEED HER AND SO ON.

SHE PASSED AWAY A FEW DAYS

AFTER I ARRIVED.

DIDN'T SEE MUCH OF HIM THEN.

BUT WHEN I DID...

HE...

LOOKED DIFFERENT.

HE DIED THE NIGHT

BEFORE I CAME OUT.

I KNEW THEN HOW MUCH I WANTED

TO COME HOME.

BUT, WHEN I SAW YOU, SOMETHING

STILL WOULDN'T LET ME TOUCH YOU.

BUT I WANTED TO.

[CLATTERING...]

[SCHUBERT PIANO TRIO PLAYS...]

[PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES...]

[PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES...]

[PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES...]

[PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES...]

[PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES...]

[MUSIC FADES...]

[TRAFFIC PASSING OUTSIDE]

[FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS]

- Mum: JUST GET YOU

A CUP OF TEA, NAN.

[MRS. WILSON GASPS]

GAIL!

[RUNS OFF]

[ENGINE RUMBLING...]

- Rob: SEE YOU LATER.

- David: SEE YOU.

- Jon: HAVE YOU NOTICED HE'S

STOPPED WEARING T-SHIRTS?

- DO YOU THINK HE INJECTS NOW?

- I KNOW HE DOES.

WHEN ARE YOUR MUM AND DAD

COMING BACK?

- TOMORROW.

- HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN THAT

BEFORE?

- NO.

- KEEP IT.

- Recording: Hi, this is Sarah.

Leave me a message

and I'll get back to you.

[CELLOPHANE CRACKLES]

[WIND BLOWING, CELLOPHANE CRACKLING, LOUDER...]

[CLOCK TICKING...]

- I DON'T REMEMBER GRANDDAD.

- Mum: YOU WOULDN'T.

HE DIED WHEN YOUR DAD

WAS VERY YOUNG.

HE WAS THE YOUNGEST, YOU SEE.

THE YOUNGEST OF 10.

- THEY HAD 10 KIDS?

- IMAGINE LOSING YOUR HUSBAND

WHEN YOU'VE GOT 10 KIDS.

SHE BROUGHT THEM UP

ON HER OWN, YOU KNOW.

- WHY DIDN'T SHE EVER REMARRY?

- YOUR DAD SAID SHE WAS ONLY

EVER INTERESTED IN ONE MAN...

AND WHEN HE DIED...

SHE DIDN'T WANT ANYBODY ELSE.

I THINK SHE FELT SHE'D

ALREADY HAD HER FAMILY.

"BLESSED", AS SHE WOULD SAY.

I'M GONNA HAVE TO

GO AND SEE YOUR DAD.

WILL YOU COME?

[DOOR CLOSES]

- [UNFOLDING PAPER]

[TEARS PAPER]

[REGISTER BEEPING...]

[COINS RATTLE]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[TRAFFIC PASSING...]

[TRAIN RUMBLING...]

[LEAVES RUSTLING UNDERFOOT]

[WIND GUSTING...]

- Gail: NOTHING...

SHE SUPPOSED.

[WIND GUSTING...]

THIS WAS REAL LIFE...

AND REAL LIFE WAS DIFFICULT...

AT BEST.

HADN'T SHE LEARNED THAT

WHEN SHE WAS A LITTLE GIRL?

WHY DID SHE THINK FALLING

IN LOVE WOULD MAKE IT EASIER?

WHY DID SHE THINK

FALLING IN LOVE...

WOULD MAKE IT ANY EASIER?

[♪...]

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