Hello.
Hello?
Patrick? Hello, Patrick, is that you?
Nicholas?
Patrick, I'm afraid I have rather bad news.
Hello?
Hello, Patrick? Can you hear me?
I'm in New York.
There appears to be a delay.
- Can you hear me? - Yes.
- It concerns your father. - I can hear you.
I'm here.
Your father died the night before last, in his hotel room.
It must come as an awful shock to you.
Something like that, yes.
I hardly need to tell you how I feel.
I adored your father. Everybody liked him.
I know he wasn't always the easiest of men.
Are you there, Patrick?
Yes, I'm here. Where is he now?
David?
He's at Frank E. Macdonalds, the funeral people on Madison.
Everyone goes there.
"Only the best or go without," as your father would have said.
If you want to see him and collect the ashes...
- Do you have much on? - Not at this exact moment, no.
Then we must meet up.
Why don't we meet at the Key Club? George Watford's here.
We'll raise a glass to your father's extraordinary life.
Well, until then,
I'm sorry to be the bearer of such sad tidings.
Yes, it's... a great blow.
Goodbye.
Old bastard's only gone and died.
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How did he die?
I forgot to ask, I was too dizzy with glee.
I'm sorry, I mean, dazed with grief.
Mm-hm.
I wonder could you please stop fiddling with my hair?
I need a drink, a serious drink.
Let's celebrate.
We could go out for a glass of wine.
Or... you're probably not interested,
but we have been invited
to Gregory and Rebecca's for dinner.
"Suffering's what takes place while other people are eating."
Who said that? I'm sorry.
I'm feeling a bit mad at the moment.
It was a complicated relationship.
There's a lot to think about.
Yes, I'm not sure the heroin's helping either.
Do you think that was a good idea?
Of course it wasn't a good idea!
I merely meant that perhaps
this might be a good time to make a change.
Start afresh!
I'd better leave before you tell me to seize the fucking day.
Do you think, now he's dead,
that you could be a little less like him?
Unlikely. I'll merely have to do the work of two.
Debbie, I'm sorry, I'm not fit for human company.
Don't go. Stay.
- Come back to bed. - I can't.
You know, I heard it said somewhere
that grief was meant to be an aphrodisiac.
Do you think that might be true?
Ha! You wish.
How's your mother taking it?
She's working with Save The Children in Chad.
No-one can break the news.
- Always thinking of others. - Indeed.
- What's that? - Valium.
That's more like it.
By the way, I think I'm going to give up drugs.
You don't think I can.
- I'm a little skeptical. - I've done it before.
Exactly! What's so different this time?
You're hardly the Rehab-type and besides, you like it too much.
Addicts don't give up until they hit rock bottom,
and you never will.
- You're too upholstered. - Well, you're wrong.
I'm gonna get it right this time.
Well, good for you, Patrick!
Cocaine and heroin at least.
Don't want to run before I can walk.
To which end, have you got any more Valium?
- Help me wean myself off. - Sorry, last one.
Please don't take this the wrong way:
does this mean you're now fantastically rich?
No, my mummy's the one with all the money,
and she's very healthy.
"And the sun shone, having no alternative."
Well, it's time to seize the fucking day!
Goodbye.
And goodbye.
And goodbye, heroin, my old friend.
People make far too big a deal about getting clean.
On the other hand... air travel can be very stressful.
- Well, good luck. - Hm.
Don't score off the streets.
I'm not going to score off anywhere.
Seriously, Johnny. You must do whatever you want,
but if I'm to take control of my life, it has to be now.
This is one of the most important things
to have happened to me
and I want to get it absolutely right.
I wish I had your determination.
Thank you for the lift.
As in so many other occasions,
I wouldn't have made it without you.
It's a pleasure. I'll see you back here in two days' time:
- a new man. - An entirely new man.
Will all passengers recently arrived
from London Heathrow,
please make your way to the baggage claim...
"Dead, long dead.
Long dead! And my heart is a handful of dust."
And... something... something else.
Oh, for Christ's sake, cheer up.
Think happy thoughts.
Remember why you're here.
You're here to collect your father's corpse!
Valium's wearing off, feeling just a little twitchy now.
Hold on. Just... hold on.
Queasy, nervous, maggots under the skin,
litter of drowning kittens in my stomach.
Fuck off!
Can you take another route?
I really, really need to get to my hotel.
Here.
Mr. Melrose! Good to see you again.
Your usual suite is ready.
And a message for you.
Always eloquent.
Could you please send up a bottle of whiskey
and a very great deal of ice...
Of course.
This is the lift.
Here are the buttons. You're on the 33rd floor.
33!
- Christ, talk about temptation. - Beg pardon, sir?
Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself.
This is the hallway.
Here is your room. 3318.
This is your key.
It works!
Here we go, you know the drill.
Another withdrawal in a foreign hotel room.
Bathroom light.
Here's your TV, turn it on here.
And this is how you change channels.
Yes, I have used a television before.
Paranoia, cramps, suicidal thoughts...
Thank you.
Still, at least it's the last time.
Or among the last times.
Not this time. This time it's different.
No prisoners. Concentration like a flame-thrower.
New day, new beginning.
The trick is not to think about it.
How can you not think about it?
It's like not wanting to get out of a wheelchair
when the room's on fire.
Oh, God.
For the best heroin in town,
simple call Pierre, 555-1726.
That's Pierre, 555-1726.
Don't think about it.
Patrick!
Yes, Nanny?
What you need, young man, is a nice walk in the park.
No smack, though!
I want to make that absolutely clear!
No, Nanny. No smack, I swear.
Got any Quaaludes?
Sure, I got Quaaludes. Lemmon 714s, five dollars each.
I can hardly be expected to give up everything at once.
I'll take five, no, six. What about speed?
Why the hell are you buying speed? Are you mad?
Yo. I got some Black Beauties, man. They're pharmaceutical.
Meaning you made them yourself?
- Meaning they're good. - Do not buy any speed.
Give me three. Impulse buy.
- Ooh, you're British, right? - That's right.
Ain't you hot in that coat?
I hear they give you free heroin there?
- Don't bother the man. - Well, not exactly free.
Take your coat off, man, you sweating.
Wanna buy some smack, British guy?
I got cocaine too, real good shit.
I said don't bother him.
I don't doubt it, but I've given that up!
Yo, man, you need some water, man.
- I'm not an amateur. - Uh-huh.
Yo, you come back here tomorrow!
Can I help you, sir?
Yes, I've come to see the corpse.
Sorry, can I have a glass of water? I...
I have a large pill stuck in my...
Not enough saliva...
Ahhhhh!
Now.
I've come to see the corpse of David Melrose.
You'll find Mr. Melrose at the end of the corridor.
Patrick! Come here! Right now!
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars...
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus,
- Martini, sir? - What? Er... No, thank you.
Mojito? Mint Julep? Old-fashioned?
Oh, how did you know Hermann?
- I can't fucking believe it! - Oh!
Whoa, there!
Wrong fucking corpse!
- Oh. Are you sure? - Death transforms us all,
but it's not so powerful as to turn my father into a small Jew.
Try again.
Uh... But we don't have another party in the building.
I don't want to go to a party, I want to see David Melrose!
- This is the correct room. - Thank you.
- And please apologize to... - No, no, no.
It's an emotional time.
Yes, that's why I took a Quaalude
but it must have been a dud.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. - Can I pick him up later?
I would like to get away from New York if at all possible.
Your father's ashes will be available tomorrow afternoon.
I see. No chance of a rush job?
I'll leave you alone with him.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Get this right.
Is it... Is it Dad?
It is! It's just what I wanted!
You shouldn't have!
Fucking hell, Dad. What are you doing in a coffin?
What happened here?
You didn't want to go, did you?
You knew you were going to die and you were right.
What did that feel like?
Pain or rage?
Were you scared?
Christ, I hope so.
No. No.
No, no, no!
Aargh! Aargh! Fuck.
Aw, you're so fucking sad, Dad, man,
and now you're trying to make me sad too. Boo-hoo.
Well, bad luck.
Hello, Patrick. What's up?
You're shaking.
What is it, Patrick?
What about your mother? Do you want to tell your mother?
Okay, I'll be right back. I promise.
Well, that looks fun.
Uh... Antibiotics.
- Patrick. I am so sorry. - I'm sorry too.
Punctuality is one of the smaller vices
I've inherited from my father.
I think you know that's not what I meant.
- Oh, tea, please, Earl Grey. - Uh-huh.
- And another of these? - Certainly.
For me, it's nine o'clock.
For you, it's always nine o'clock.
Oh, what the hell, a martini for me too, please.
- So, have you been to... - The mortuary?
Yes, yes, the best I've ever seen him.
Well, I don't wanna disillusion you,
but when they give you the ashes,
they're really just the communal rakings
- from the bottom of the oven. - That's good news!
Ideally they'd all belong to someone else. Hm.
When I was young, he used to take us to restaurants,
I say restaurants in the plural,
because we never stormed in and out of less than three.
I remember one occasion he held a bottle of claret upside down
as the contents gurgle out onto the carpet.
"How dare you bring me this filth?"
Well, at least he's somewhere he can't complain about.
I half expected him to sit upright in the coffin
like a vampire at sunset.
"Call this a coffin? The service here is intolerable!"
Mind you, the service was intolerable.
They sent me to the wrong corpse.
- The wrong corpse? - Yes.
Ironic that my father's remains were so hard to find,
when I have no trouble discovering them in myself.
It's good to see you, Anne.
I did need to see a friendly face.
Well... he was a complicated man.
Which is why I was...
so keen to talk to you today.
- Here come the Quaaludes. - Patrick, are you okay?
Jet-lag... kicking in.
- You wanna go lie down? - No, let's not exaggerate.
Just a little sleepy.
The antibiotics.
Excuse me.
- Mr. Melrose! - Hah!
- All good? - Hm.
Very jet-lagged.
Oh, fuck.
Bleur-bleur...
That'll fool 'em!
- Whoo! - Oh, good God.
- What happened to you in there? - I splashed my face with water!
- What kind of water? - Very refreshing water.
Patrick, please sit down, you're making me nervous.
Yes, yes, people say this.
Patrick, I really wanted to apologize.
When I found you on the stairs...
- No, no, not this. - I promised I'd get your...
Retreat, escape, eject, eject!
And I promise you, I've forgotten all about it.
- Where is our waiter? - You seemed in distress.
- You always did. - Your mother too.
There was such an atmosphere in that house.
And I should've done more.
I'm sorry. I... I really have to go.
What? We've barely...
I have to be at the solicitor's by five. Papers to sign.
- Really? But we've only just... - Maddening, isn't it?
But, you know, bureaucracy.
There's only so much I can do, so uh...
Look, I am grateful. You were always very kind to me,
ever since I was young and I'm very grateful.
But I... I really... I really must be going now.
Bye. Bye!
Ahh! We've taken Aqaba!
Sir?
I'll have another of your very refreshing martinis,
and some salmon tartare followed by steak tartare,
tartare-tartare, spicy, very spicy.
And your wine list.
Good boy, Patrick. Get something solid inside you.
- Do be quiet, Nanny. - Will... someone be joining you?
Fucking hell, I hope not!
Only the best or go without!
Mm! You see? That still works.
Everything is under control.
Very good, thank you.
- But it's not heroin. - Ssssh!
Mm!
Most people, withdrawing from heroin, high on speed,
cudgeled by Quaaludes and jet-lag
might balk at the idea of food, but not I.
I eat not from greed but from passion!
Do shut up, will you?
- Not you... someone else. - Would sir care for a dessert?
Care for it? How do you care for a dessert?
Feed it? Visit it on Sundays?
I'll have a crème brûlée and a Marc De Bourgogne.
But it's still not heroin, is it?
Heroin's the cavalry, the missing chair leg.
Heroin is love. Simply call 555-1726...
Shut up!
- Everything okay, sir? - You keep asking that.
But how can everything be okay? It's simply too much...
Because, there have been some complaints.
You mean the voices aren't just in my head?
Fuck! Perhaps I ought to get the erm...
I don't suppose I could trouble you for a quarter
for the telephone?
Here's the deal.
If he answers, score just enough smack to sleep
and a little for the morning.
That's all. And if he doesn't answer, no smack at all.
Leave it to fate.
Good idea.
555-1726.
- Oh! - This is Pierre.
I can't come to the phone, right now...
Fuck you, fate! Fuck, fuck.
Fuck, fucking fate, fuck, fuck!
Oh, God.
Okay, man, we're here!
- This is a bad place, y'know. - That's what I'm relying on.
Uh... Just wait here for me.
Crazy man. I'm not waiting here!
Oh, fuck.
What you want, man? What you looking for?
- Smack. - Shit.
- You a policeman? - Certainly not.
I'm an Englishman. Can you take me to Loretta's?
Sure, I can take you to Loretta's.
This way.
You want it, don't cha?
Don't stick him! Don't stick him!
Don't stick him! Don't stick him! Don't stick him!
Don't stick him!
He... He's my man.
- Hello, Chilly! - I didn't know you knew Chilly.
Yeah, well, it's a small world.
Were you really going to stab me?
Sure I was gonna stab you!
Here.
My name's Mark.
Well, thank you, Mark, for not stabbing me!
Where you been, Patrick?
Oh, here and there.
- Can you take me to Loretta's? - Yeah, it's...
No. It's this way.
- Oh, man, you look good! - I don't feel good.
- Who is it? - Chilly Willy.
- How much you want? - 50.
- Oh... - 60.
So how's Mrs. Willy, Chilly? Is she well?
Here.
Hey, baby, baby, baby.
Look what I got!
You've done something to the room. It's different.
- What's different? - It got on fire.
I knew there was something.
Chilly says you might have a new syringe.
Well, it ain't exactly new, but I've boiled it and everything.
Is it very blunt?
Christ, that's not a syringe, it's a bicycle pump.
No, alright, alright.
- How much? - Two bags.
Could I possibly use your bathroom?
Come on.
Oh, God...
Shit. Fuck!
Owwww!
For fuck's sake!
Might I suggest, Chilly, that you invest in a new light bulb?
Hardly worth the effort, I missed the vein.
You...
should have used the flashlight.
Well, thanks for telling me! I need better works, Chilly.
Chilly. Chilly!
Oh, fuck.
Right, then, let's do this properly.
Only the best or go without.
Columbian cocaine and then China White.
Come on, Pierre. Just be there, will you?
555-1726.
- Allo? - Pierre? Is that really you?
- Who is this? - Patrick from London.
I'm... having trouble sleeping.
20 minutes.
- Ca Va? - It's a nightmare out there.
So... what was he like?
My father?
Oh, he was a kitten. A prince among men.
He had very artistic hands. Could have been Prime Minister.
He was a politician?
No, no, no, it was sort of a joke.
In his world, it was better
if you could have been Prime Minister,
or a... surgeon, or a concert pianist.
To have tried and actually achieved something
would have shown vulgar ambition.
Tu regrettes qu'il soit Mort?
I regret he lived.
Mais sans lui...
you wouldn't exist.
One mustn't be too egotistical about these things.
Now for the cocaine.
I had been trying to give this up.
- Now... - Oh, God.
take... the heroin!
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Truly I have dined in Les Bains...
I've also dined in, uh... Khartoum.
When the ferocious young mummy
offered me a dish of human flesh,
I did not allow prudishness
to prevent me from requesting a third portion.
Indeed, I did not... Human flesh?
I ask you, what next? Hm!
You always were a strange boy.
Tonight's special includes a free salad,
Columbian cocaine,
nestling on a bed of wild baby Chinese White Heroin...
I tell you about the aristocracy and their filthy ways.
Don't, don't, don't think about it. What filthy ways?
You won't find Nanny telling tales out of school.
My lips are sealed. But, oh, the stories I could tell you!
Please, please, please make it stop!
Now, I want you to listen to the silence.
Can you hear it? Become part of the silence.
Good. Now I want you to visualize a pagoda.
Can you see it? Beautiful, isn't it?
Yes, yes, Ron, it is. It's beautiful.
Now I want you to step into it, Patrick.
Erm... Is there something in there?
Yes, Patrick. Your mum and dad.
Mum and Dad?
I want you to go up to your mother
and I want you to say to her: "I love you, Mummy."
Mum, I really love you.
That's good, now embrace her.
Feels good, doesn't it?
Yes, it feels so good.
I want you to go up to your father and say:
"You, on the other hand, I cannot forgive."
You, on the other hand, I cannot forgive. Fuck off.
Good, now take a revolver and shoot his fucking brains out.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
If you ever tell your mother,
or anyone else, about today...
I will snap you in two!
Fuck off, all of you!
So take the heroin, then. Take it now.
Hello? Hello, Patrick?
Mother?
Can you hear me?
Patrick, I heard the news.
- I don't know what to say. - Mother?
- Hello? - Hello! It's me!
- Oh... Fuck! - You sound sleepy.
Are you sleeping?
Have I woken you up?
Oh. So sorry, sorry, sorry.
It's five-thirty in the morning.
Well, I thought with the jet-lag you'd be pacing the room.
Are you at the hotel?
Given that you've phoned me here...
I merely meant, I have been up all night worrying about you
and wanted to know how you are.
You mean have I taken any drugs?
No. Not just that.
Why? Have you?
Well, I've been shooting cocaine and heroin all night.
- Does that count? - Was that a good idea?
In the future, can we agree that, no, it is not a good idea?
I thought... I really thought you'd be able to make a change.
Yeah. Me, too. But apparently that's not an option.
You shouldn't be alone.
I have arranged for you to have dinner with someone.
No, Debbie, this is not one of your dinner parties.
It's a very emotional time.
I'm not in a fit state to see anyone.
You need to be with people who care about you,
and I've already fixed it with Marianne.
- Marianne? - My old university friend.
You passed out in her loo. They had to take the doors off.
- Remember? - Oh, that Marianne.
She'd love to see you. Any time after seven-thirty.
I've faxed you the address.
I've got drinks with my father's awful friends but...
I'll see whether I'm up to it later.
Remember, I... I do love you.
Patrick?
Marianne, Marianne, Marianne.
Hi, Patrick. It's so nice to see you.
It's so wonderful to talk to someone who understands.
No ice! This is intolerable!
Everything's wrong, everything's hopelessly fucked up!
Ice! Must have more of your delicious ice, por favor!
Room 3318.
Shit.
Aargh!
And still remain razor-sharp.
What's more, it's a knife that will last forever.
How much would you pay for a knife like this?
Before you answer, listen.
It comes with a matching fork to make carving a pleasure.
Wait, there's much, much more.
We also want you to have this six-in-one kitchen tool.
It peels and slivers carrots, peels potatoes
and slices paper-thin potato chips.
- This amazing... - These aren't my arms.
cheese and makes beautiful decorative vegetables.
Yee-haw!
Do you agree?
Hm. Pip, pip! Be prepared.
- Ah, Patrick. Bang on time. - George!
Just like your father. He was very, very proud of you.
- I expect you know that. - Hello, little man.
I'm sorry for your loss. You must be feeling ghastly.
What happened to your eye? Girl trouble?
Now that I'm responsible for your moral guidance...
No, nothing like that. I picked something up on the plane.
It suits you. Very raffish.
- You'll fit right in here. - Yes!
I think you'll find this place amusing.
I mean, your father did.
It has all the things that you can't find in England anymore.
Ooh. Have you had a Bullshot?
- No. - Waiter, waiter!
- Yes, sir? - Three Bullshots, please.
I've invited Ballantine Morgan,
though I suspect he's the most frightful bore.
His family own a bank. At least I think they do.
I've asked the question, but it's so hard
to listen to his fucking answers.
- Here we are. - The gang's all here.
- This is Ballantine Morgan. - So sorry about your father.
I didn't know him personally but from what George tells me,
he was a great English gentleman!
George! What have you been telling him?
Only what an exceptional man your father was.
Well, I never met anybody quite like him.
He refused to compromise!
"Nothing but the best, or go without!"
I quite agree!
"Never apologize, never explain". That was another one.
"Observe everything, Trust no-one."
- All very wise. - "Never try, effort's vulgar."
"Things were better in the 18th century."
Oh, and, "Despise all women, but your mother most of all."
Ah!
Here are our Bullshots!
Beef consommé and vodka, something of an acquired taste.
I've acquired it! Another, please.
His father was a very impressive pianist.
- If you like pastiche. - And in conversation too.
That depends. Some people don't like uninterrupted rudeness,
- or so I'm told. - Who are these people?
It's true, I did once ask him to stop being so argumentative.
- What did he say? - Told me to bugger off!
What a lot of faithful gun dogs.
- Sorry? - There.
Are you... interested in hunting, Patrick?
Oh, Christ, here we go.
I thought he might be interested in a story.
The thought you never have is
that someone might not be interested.
I'd shot this Tanganyikan mountain goat,
the last male of its species,
which, of course, was a rather bittersweet moment.
For the goat, certainly.
I've got a hunting story for you, Ballantine, from my father.
- Nicholas, you know the one. - Steady on, Patrick.
- Enough now. - Father was a cavalry officer
stationed in India in the 1920s,
and he used to go pig-sticking, galloping through the high grass
with a lance, hunting wild boar.
Very dangerous, these wild boar. They could take down a horse,
and gore a rider to death, but thrilling too.
Anyway, the only blemish on this particular trip...
I think I heard this story when I was, what, eight?
...was that one of the hunting party was bitten by a wild dog
and developed the symptoms of rabies.
Three days from the nearest hospital and this hunting party
of judges and generals decided to truss up
their foaming, thrashing friend in a net
and hoist him off the ground.
Dinner was served...
Lanterns down the table, gleam of silver,
well-trained servants.
But none of us could quite enjoy dinner with all that screaming.
So I got up from the table,
fetched my pistol, went over to the rabid man
and shot him in the head.
Much the kindest thing to do.
Everyone agreed.
Eventually.
And that, I think,
was the beginning of my love affair with medicine.
Excuse me.
You might have used the stall!
Oh. Good idea.
Oh, Christ. Dad.
I've got to pick up Dad. Fuck.
Excuse me.
Hello. Hello?
Please. You have my father!
- I'm afraid we're closed. - No.
- I need his remains now. - I'm sorry.
I'm flying first thing. And I can't leave without him!
It's... David Melrose.
Please?
Could I possibly trouble you for a paper bag?
Now, Marianne.
I have half a gram of coke, a fifth of heroin,
one Quaalude, one Black Beauty.
A few lines to get the conversation flowing,
a Quaalude for Marianne to get her in the mood.
Perhaps pity is the way,
in which case use it for the comedown, sleep on the plane.
My God, you're good.
Then you're home, thank Christ for Concorde.
Johnny will be waiting and...
Well, let's see.
Hello, I'm Patrick, Marianne's friend.
Nancy, Nancy Banks. We have met.
Yes, of course. Oh!
Sorry, bit distracted. It's just erm...
Yes, Marianne told us. Is that him?
I'll tell Consuela there'll be one more for dinner!
Marianne!
- She is dying to see you! - Awww!
Jerry, you remember Patrick, lovely Debbie's boyfriend.
I turned blue in your bathroom.
- We had to take the door off! - Yes!
- Come in, come in! - 'Tis I.
Marianne says he was a remarkable man.
Hm! You should have heard the remarks.
Was it a difficult relationship, Patrick?
Yes, Nancy. Yes, it was.
- When did the trouble start? - 9th June, 1906.
The day he was born.
Well, fatherhood was very different in those days.
Mm-hmm.
Yes, perhaps he just didn't know how to express his love?
Cruelty is the opposite of love,
not some inarticulate expression of it.
That sounds about right to me.
Oh, Marianne...
Although, that's not something I've ever had to worry about.
- Hi, Patrick. - Hello.
I'm so, so sorry for your loss.
You're the answer. You're the one to save me, can't you tell?
I want to be buried here.
If I could have you, I'd give up drugs forever.
Goodness!
Or at least have someone attractive to take them with.
Can we go out to dinner? Please say yes!
- Does this look alright to you? - Absolutely. I love Armenian.
Are you gonna be hot in your coat?
Oh. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, then...
- A little. - Well, off it comes.
Perhaps I should take my eye-patch off too...
I'll leave it on. Two martinis, please.
- One. I don't drink. - Don't you?
Bad sign. Very, very bad.
I find it blurs the edges and dulls the senses.
Your point being?
I absolutely agree.
I don't usually either but, you know, grief.
Say something, remember how this is done,
Something other than lies or ridicule or contempt.
Debbie sends her love.
- Not that, you fucking idiot! - Sweet Debbie.
- How is she? - Oh, she's a great girl.
Very, very supportive.
Change the subject.
She tells me you're studying law.
That's right! At Columbia.
It's really tough, but I love it.
I once thought about studying law.
Imagined myself in Twelve Angry Men, terrifically articulate,
righting wrongs...
You'd have been a wonderful lawyer.
- Thank you. - You absolutely should do it!
- Why don't you? - 'Cause hard work
- and ambition are vulgar. - Oh, my God,
you don't believe that, do you?
Me? No, no, no, no, That's what he said.
Well, you have an education and...
Thank you. I mean...
And besides, you're not your father.
You are absolutely right.
Do you know what? I feel inspired!
I'm gonna do something about it the minute I get off the plane.
A new man! Do you hear that, Dad? I'm gonna be a lawyer!
Patrick, I'm concerned about the box.
Don't be, I think it counts as hand luggage.
No, I meant: could you put it on the floor?
Yes!
Let the waiters kick him about. Revenge at last!
Why should he get away with it, just because he's dead?
Get away with what?
I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?
I thought you liked Armenian food?
The martinis are excellent.
"They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do."
Who says they don't mean to?
Tell me, did you ever tell your dad how you felt about him?
Not while he was alive.
- Probably for the best. - Why?
I mean, what would you have said to him?
I... I would have said...
I would have told him...
"Nobody should do that to anybody else."
- Thank you so much. - Oh, sorry.
I took the question seriously.
Oh, no, I'm sorry, you were saying?
Oh. Just that...
Never mind.
Patrick, I erm... I should be getting back.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Marianne...
We've always had a connection, haven't we?
I mean, I'm not just imagining it.
Well, no, I've always been very fond of you and Debbie.
I don't suppose you want to do a Quaalude, do you?
I'm sorry for being a bit screwy.
No. It's an emotional time.
Taxi! Good night, Patrick.
Oh. Good... Yes.
Good night. Good night!
You know, sometimes I think if I was to meet the right woman,
someone intelligent, who wasn't afraid to challenge me,
I might actually be able to get my life back in order.
Please, stop. You are making a fool of yourself.
No, please, don't go.
I really need the company or I don't know what I'll do.
Get the fuck off of me! Self-indulgent little shit!
What is wrong with you?
I'm an idiot, I'm sorry, but, look, please don't go!
Look. I don't wanna be on my own tonight, I can't.
And there isn't anyone else. Just sit with me.
Don't leave me alone!
But you're not alone.
Let's go.
She's right. You're not alone.
And you never will be.
Death and destruction.
Shame and violence.
Ungovernable shame and violence.
Just fuck off!
Fuck! Fuck!
Aaargh! Fuck!
I'm gonna flush you down the loo,
send you to the sewers with the alligators and the shit.
How?
What's the point of a fucking window
if you can't jump out of it?
I want to die.
Well, it's not as if you don't have the means.
Anesthetic first, surely, Doctor?
No, Patrick.
Scalpel first, anesthetic afterwards.
Ssssh! You're safe. Nobody can find you here.
But what if nobody finds me here?
Good God, what an appalling dump.
You see what I'm reduced to?
Your mother will be delighted.
I can see her gloating, when you report back.
Do you report back?
Now...
Left or right?
Don't mind.
I'm a very tired man.
Come and talk to me, Patrick.
Patrick. Come and talk to your dear old dad.
Please...
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
Let's just go ahead and finish it.
Hmmm...
Oh!
Ahhhhhh!
Ahhhhh...
Mummy?
Oh, my darling.
I'm so sorry to wake you.
What time is it?
It's very early.
Are we going now?
I do want to go.
Very much.
"And the sun shone, having no alternative,
on the nothing new."
Life's not just a bag of shit, but a leaky one.
You can't help being touched by it.
Don't you find?
I believe, sir, that's the common consensus.
Hmm.
"There will be rivers of blood and the wicked shall be drowned.
Nor shall the high places be spared.
And the bridges shall be swept away.
And men shall say that the end of the world
cometh upon them."
And they shall have a point.
They shall have a very good point.
Well, no-one can say I don't know how to have fun.
Your limo is waiting.
And we hope you enjoyed your stay with us!
Enjoyed isn't the word.
I loved it!
Sir! Mr. Melrose, sir!
- You nearly forgot this! - Or did I?
Sir?
What I mean is no need to call Vienna!
- Thank you very much. - Oh.
- So, rivers of blood, eh? - Sir?
Never mind.
Oh. Never mind.
Final call for Flight BA002 to London Heathrow.
Would all passengers for Flight BA002
please make your way to the boarding gate now.
Oh, come on, come on.
Johnny, Johnny.
- Can you hear me? - Patrick, how are you?
Oh, fine. I tried to kill myself last night.
My God. Where are you calling from?
- The bottom. - Christ, are you alright?
Patrick? Tell me when you land. I'll come and meet you.
Erm...
Look, I haven't got long. Can you hear me?
Yes.
I've decided, I'm gonna take control of my life.
I'm gonna get clean.
Hello, Johnny. Can you hear me?
Yes, I can. That's wonderful, but...
- Are you sure this time? - Of course.
People always make such a fuss about these things.
So what do you want to do?
Patrick?
Patrick? What are you going to do instead?
Are you there?
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