All language subtitles for Sparks.And.Embers.2015.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

♪ You said good looks
were hard to find ♪

♪ But I ain't had no luck
with mine ♪

♪ You were ready to depart ♪

♪ And set calamity in my heart ♪

♪ I should've known
a mind like yours ♪

♪ That opens wounds
and closes doors ♪

♪ Would disappoint me
from the start ♪

♪ And set calamity ♪

♪ In my heart ♪

♪ Oh calamity ♪

♪ Oh calamity ♪

♪ Oh calamity in my heart ♪

♪ Oh calamity ♪

♪ Oh calamity ♪

♪ Calamity we're apart ♪♪

- Merry Christmas.
- You, too.

[heavy-metal ring tone]

- Tom Sanger.

Dave, how's it going?

Ow. Yeah, no, I'm here now.

I know you think
it's a bad idea,

but it's something I gotta do.

Sorry, can you say that again?

- I'm afraid
we have to let you go.

You know how it's been.
Y-you got the memo,

I take it?

Let's face it, these are
becoming a thing of the past,

and all their lovely marketing
and design that goes with them.

I used to work in design,
you know.

Oversaw the third
Gargantuan album in '73.

- Mr Fen...

Kenneth. I've just spent
a fortune doing up my flat.

I'm in debt up to the eyeballs.

What am I gonna do now?

Ow!!!
[sighing]

[lively music]

♪ This ain't the first
and certainly not the last ♪

♪ We know you like the truth
And what you got to say ♪

♪ I say it's never
other people's choice ♪

♪ When that actions
that you're making ♪

♪ Speak in our voice ♪

♪ Like you can end the world
from its suffering ♪

♪ Unless you're not against
global war ♪

♪ Remember what
you're really trying to say ♪

♪ There's oil in them hills ♪

♪ But nah nah nah ♪

♪ Yeah yeah yeah ♪

♪ I'm not guilty ♪

♪ But I'll tell you ♪

- Bye, Len. It's been beautiful.

♪ It's all lies ♪♪

- Hi, Tom.
- Hey, Dave.

- You're off, then?
- Yep, I'm out of here.

[indistinct chatter]
[Tom groaning]

- No, I haven't spoken to her,

but as I've just been
made redundant,

there's not much point,
is there?

- Are you there till the end of the month?

- Work my notice period?
Fuck that.

I'm off now.
[indistinct reply]

Yep.

- Hey! Hold the lift!

- Come on, you fucker.
No, not you, Dave, the new girl.

- Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

- I never met this consultant,
but she sounds like a bitch.

Sneaks around and thinks
she knows it all in 10 days.

And the language she uses:
like corporate-speak run riot.

Yeah.
[laughing]

Too right. That's exactly what
she needs a decent seeing to.

Her life is empty, so she wrecks
creative companies for kicks.

- Find out her name?

- Eloise or something.
[French accent]: Eloise Martin!

Dave, not every French woman
looks like Audrey Tatou.

She's probably
a wizened old trout

with armpit hair and a 'tache,

a wart or mole of some sort
she'd never think of removing.

Heavy-duty
containment underwear.

[indistinct response]

- Dave, can I call you back?

Dave? Uh...

Ahem.

Hi.

Eloise Martin.

[beeping]

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

- Tom.

- Jesus Christ.
- No, it's only me.

We've got 87 minutes.

My train leaves for Paris
at 6:45.

I need to be at the tube station
by 6:00.

- Don't worry.

You're in France for New Year,
as well, or just Christmas?

I mean we've only
just got back in touch.

- Didn't you read my email?

- Yeah, you said you were gonna
be in France for Christmas.

- No, I said by Christmas.

I'm moving to France.

- So this is a...
goodbye-type scenario?

Drink?

- No, I don't feel like one.

So why did you want to meet--
- The reason I asked you...

Go on.
- No, you go.

- It's not to try
and win you back, okay,

if that's what you're thinking.

- If it was,
you'd be drinking alone by now.

- I guess I was just wondering
why it was--

- Never ask why.
- Were you always this annoying?

- Always.
You were too in love to notice.

- Christ, you're full of it.
[Eloise giggling]

Anyway, as I was saying--
- Tom, whatever it is,

save it for your friends
or your psychiatrist.

Let's enjoy what's left of the
evening and say our goodbyes.

- Fair enough.
Back to your old self, I see.

Defensive.
- Determined.

Since I met Bill,
I've got back on course.

- Oh, this is Bill's doing,
is it?

- I don't want to talk
about Bill and neither do you.

- Christmas!

Rose for the pretty lady?

Very good, Christmas Rose,
for the nice lady.

So, so pretty!

- Tell me, what makes
these Christmas roses exactly?

- Don't you dare.
- I paint them gold especial.

- We're fine, thanks.

- But they go with her lips!
- We're fine for roses.

- One little red flower.

- We don't want
any fucking roses!

- And this the season
of goodwill!

No romantics, this city.

- Did I see one of your groups
on TV?

- Groups? Bands, dear, bands.

The Forgotten wear a lot
of eyeliner and dress in black.

First album comes with a free
blindfold... and ear plugs.

[laughter]
- No number-one hit, then?

- Last single
had 840,000 downloads.

- It's good.

Well done.
- Well...

- Bill wants
to get the vineyard going.

- Now Billy boy
gets to squeeze your grapes, eh?

[coughing]
You okay?

- Wrong passage.

- I gave up snorting wine.
It's better just to drink it.

Thank you, God.

- It's stuck.
- Well observed.

- Why did the lights go out?

- Do I look
like an electrician?

- Yes.
[Tom sighing]

- Right. Okay.

Come on.

Oh!

Let there be light.

- There should be a phone, too.
[sighing]

- Office party.

You won't get any reception
for that in here. None on mine.

Told you.

[ding]
- Hello, anyone out there?!

- Hello! Can you hear us?!

- Hello? Anyone in there?

- Tariq, it's Tom,
from Marketing. We're stuck.

- Whoever's in there,
engineer's coming.

- From where?

Can you tell us
how long he'll be?

- It's a speaker, not a phone.
They can't hear us.

- Yeah, I knew that.

That was Tariq
from Maintenance.

He's been banging on about
replacing these lifts for ages.

- This has happened before?

- At least once a month.
- You still use them?

- We're on the 13th floor?
- But no one's done anything?

- I wrote an email.
- You wrote an email...

- It was more effective
than your memo.

We got one lift replaced.
- Just not this one.

- If I still worked here,
maybe I'd do something about it.

Someone got me fired, remember?
- Not fired, redundant.

I didn't get you fired,
I made recommendations.

- Right...

- We'll have you out
as soon as...

Engineer's coming
from Borehamwood.

[sighing]
Yo, hang in there.

- Borehamwood
is like 20 miles away!

- Hey, "hang in there,"
is that meant to be a joke?

- Tariq's sense of humour,
you get used to it.

You didn't make him redundant,
did you?

It's not helping, you know.

- You should rest.
Use up all the bloody oxygen.

- It could be blocked.

We don't know
how long we're gonna be here.

- You're using more oxygen
talking.

[sighing]

- Sit.

- What?
- Sit.

- I'm not a dog.

- Less words, more oxygen.

- You're such an idiot.

[groaning]

- Arthritis?

- Squash... if you wanna know.

Against my ex-husband.

That's how he gets revenge
for the alimony.

- Nice. Wow, you just shared.

- Don't get used to it.

[sighing]

What are you doing?

- Looking
for structural weaknesses.

- Do you think you're
Bruce Willis or something?

- I'm just making sure.
- Of what?

- That there's a plan B in case.

- In case what?
- In case we have to break out.

- Why would we have to do that?
The engineer is on the way.

- Yeah, from Borehamwood.
- We'll wait,

they'll push a switch,
we'll be out soon enough.

- Well, I hope so.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Will you please just tell me?
- That's not an air vent there.

It's a design feature.
A fancy light.

Still, I'm sure there's some
air con of some kind.

- Okay, you're an expert now.
If I knew you had such skills,

I might not have had you fired.
- Made redundant.

- Hello! Anyone out there?!

- Supposed to be in the pub
celebrating my newfound freedom.

- The pub at 10 a.m.?
Are you a complete alcoholic?

- I guess you're a glass-of-rosé
kind of girl.

Probably tipsy
after half a lager Shandy.

- I'm French, I drink wine,
and I can handle it. So...

- What?
- The morning drinking?

- Look, my brother works nights.

Usually I meet him up on Sunday
mornings with his colleagues.

They work the printing presses
at the Times.

It's the only time
we can meet up.

- Wouldn't a café
be more appropriate?

- Pub's the only place I can
get a coffee and fried breakfast

and he can get a pint.
Today I'm on the pints too.

- Think your brother
and his friends will miss you?

[laughing]
- If I'm lucky, they'll notice.

- Some friends
- Of course they'll miss me.

I was exaggerating
for comic effect.

- I'm not laughing.

- Just as well.
Your face might fall off.

And anyway,
what did I ever do to you?

- It's your kind.
You're like my last boyfriend

- Witty, cultured
and ruggedly handsome?

[scoffing]

- He was interesting-looking...
at best.

[laughing]
- Oh, I shouldn't laugh.

For a moment--

- What?
- For a moment there,

I thought
you were flirting with me.

♪ Good King Wenceslas looked out
on the feast of Stephen ♪

♪ When the snow
lay round about ♪

♪ Deep and crisp and even ♪

♪ Brightly shone the moon
that night ♪

♪ Though the frost was cruel ♪

♪ When a poor man
came in sight ♪

♪ Gathering winter fuel ♪

♪ Hither page
and stand by me... ♪

- Let's go.
I'm going to miss my train.

- God, yeah, before
they attempt Silent Night.

♪ Where and what his dwelling ♪
- Thank you.

♪ Sire he lives
a good league hence ♪

♪ Underneath the mountain ♪

♪ Right against the forest fence
by Saint Agnes's fountain ♪

♪ Bring me flesh
and bring me wine ♪♪

[soft music]

- It's such a nice evening.

Wish we didn't have to rush.

- But we do.
- We should've met earlier.

- In the pub?

For one of your breakfasts
with David?

- You never came.
- You never invited me!

Anyway, you'd be late.

- When am I ever late?

- You were late
at your own brother's wedding.

- That's 'cause someone
was agonizing over lipstick.

- And someone's
wonderful driving skills

took us to the wrong church!
- All weddings look the same.

- The guests
were all from Armenia.

- That did seem odd.
[laughing]

- So... any women in your life
right now?

- Well, there was this
singer-songwriter I was seeing,

but, uh--
- But?

- But her lyrics sucked.
- And that's important?

- It is when she insisted
on printing them on her website.

What she thought profound
I thought profoundly banal.

- You're getting selective
as you get old.

- Hey,
I'm still the right side of 40.

- Yeah?

Some grey at the temples.
- Distinguished.

- And in the ears...
[mock gasping]

- I'll plait it for you.

- Not for me,
for your next singer-songwriter.

- No,
no more singer-songwriters.

Not unless they write
like Joni, sing like Aretha,

move like Beyoncé
and look like a young Kate Bush.

- You ask a lot.
- Compromise's the death of art.

- Your whole life
has been a compromise.

- Nice, go for the jugular.

- No, sorry,
I didn't mean it that way--

- No, it's fine.
- We both made compromises.

- But someone's had a hand
in your pants.

- I beg your pardon!

- No, I meant that you have
a stylist or something?

Y-you look good.

- No, I have a personal shopper.
- Oh, quand même!

- Hey, why am I letting you off
so easily?

Stand still for a minute.
Huh? Okay.

[laughing]

- Well?

- Not telling.

- Come on.
It can't be that bad.

I go to the gym
three times a week.

- I'd better not say.
- You'd better say right now.

- Inadvisable,
given the circumstances.

- I was honest, you should be.
I can't have changed that much.

- You wouldn't like it.

- And you won't like my shoe
up your ass.

- Alright.
When I first met you,

I thought you were the most
beautiful woman in town.

- Okay, but now?

- Honestly?
- Yeah.

- Now I think
you're the best-looking girl

I've ever seen.

Told you you wouldn't like it.

- Why'd you have to say that?
- You asked.

- Why such a compliment now?
Whenever you say

something like that,
you're looking for something.

You want something from me.

- What could I possibly want
from you, yeah?

Because you're about to get
on a train, to another country,

in 51 minutes.

[whistling]

- That's right, I am.

[whistling]

[whistling]

Do you have to do that?

- Do what?
- Whistle.

Can't you sing
like a normal person?

- I don't sing. Ever.

- I thought you loved music.
- I do.

- But you won't sing.

- Do you like chocolate?
- Of course.

- Ever tried to make it?
- Once. It was... horrible.

- I rest my case.

You can have the unmelted end.
- No, thanks.

- You sure?
- Ah!

- Um...

[moaning]

[laughing]

[gulping]

You take nothing seriously.

- It's only way to be.

This is a record company,

not an accountancy firm.
- It's still business.

- They certainly went for
a different approach hiring you.

- What do you mean?
- You're a right ball-buster.

- Ha! Okay, when a woman
criticizes a colleague,

she's a ball-buster.

And when a man does it,
he's just the boss.

- That's because with a man
you know it's just business.

No sexual politics.
- There's always politics.

You just resent how good women
have become at power play.

- And if people dislike you?
- That's their problem.

I wasn't here to be liked.
- Just as well.

You weren't.

- What does this mean?

- A reminder of why I'm not
pissed off to be leaving.

"Strategic Development Plan,
Cost Benefit Breakdown,

SWOT Analyses."
I mean, what does this mean?

- Well,
a strategic development plan--

- No. What does it mean
to talk like this in a company

founded on the emotional
and passionate

and instinctive power of music?

- I was employed
to analyse business.

I know little about the...
groups.

And don't care.

[buzzing]

- What was that?
- I don't know.

Maybe there's a power problem
with the whole building.

- It's not going
to happen again, is it?

- I doubt it.

The emergency lights are...

most likely
on some sort of a generator.

It won't get used much.
It's probably just rusty.

Hey, hey. Don't worry.

Borehamwood's not that far,
okay?

We'll be fine.

[loud crash]
[Eloise gasping]

What was that?

- Somebody help us! Please!

Hello?! Help!

Somebody help us!

Wh-what was that crashing sound?

- I don't know, a vehicle?
Maybe a gas explosion.

- What if it was a bomb?
- This is a record company.

Unless someone's taken offence
to our cover of Rock the Casbah.

- You're not worried?
- I don't believe in panicking.

- And if news
came through the intercoms

that we were under attack?

- Then I'd start panicking,
but it's highly unlikely.

- Then what was that noise?

- I don't know, someone knocked
over a filing cabinet maybe.

Or an explosion!
- You're not helping, you twat.

[exclamations]

Come on, get me out of here!
Come on!

I can't stand it!

Merde!

[Tom laughing]

Fuck you, okay?

- Oh, now she shows
her true colours.

Spoken like a man, Ms. Martin!
- Trapped in a shaft of air

hundreds of feet above
the ground with a caveman!

- At least I'm not freaking out.

This caveman knows how the
magical moving space-box works,

and how it can get stuck
sometimes.

And then a clever man
comes along--

- Or clever woman,
you patronizing--

- Trust me, Germaine Greer,
it'll be a man and he'll fix it,

and you'll feel pretty dumb
for freaking out.

- I didn't freak out.
[Tom giggling]

I was just trying
to hurry things on, that's all.

- Give me that.

- Why?
- Give it to me.

[sighing]

I knew there was a reason
why I was keeping this.

- Thanks.

But don't think
this lets you off

from being a jerk earlier.

- My pleasure, milady.

- Oh!
- Whoa, steady.

- Sorry.
What was in that bloody wine?

- Bloody wine mostly.
Lightweight.

- Ever tried these?
- Argh. Okay.

- Hello.
- Interest you in a nibble?

- Ah, two, please.
- Two. No problem.

[laughter]

- I can see what you're doing,
you know.

- Yeah, what am I doing?
- Inveigling.

- What?
- Word of the day,

in some magazine I picked up.
I like it. Inveigling.

- I am?
- Expertly.

You were always good with that.

Always ready with
just the right thing to say.

Sometimes the right thing
to cause the most hurt.

- Come on, that's pretty harsh.
- I'm as much to blame.

I'd fish for compliments,
pretend to be insecure,

looking for the boost
you knew how to give me.

That little kick.

- You make me sound
like an illicit drug.

- A person can get hooked
on kindness,

even if it's counterfeit.

- The way I felt about you
was never faked.

- You were honest when you knew
I'd like the answer.

- Because that's what people do,
Ellie.

- No, Tom, that's what you do.
- Yeah?

- There were times I needed
to hear the truth, too.

- Really?
- Even if it's brutal.

- Really? God, Eloise,
you are a conundrum

wrapped around a mystery
in the middle of an enigma...

buried in a steaming pile
of bullshit.

[Eloise laughing]

- Ow!
[Eloise laughing]

Ow!
- Oh!

- Ow! Ah...
- Oh, God.

- Ah...
- You okay?

Ah... Kidding.

[laughing]

- Listen, I wanna ask you
something in a bit, alright,

and I want you to answer
truthfully, no jokes.

- Tom...

What the hell are you doing?!
- They fell out of your bag.

- You were looking
through my stuff.

Don't look at my things!
- Your things?

Why have you got 19 pairs
of sunglasses in your bag...

with the price tag
still attached?

Are those from the stall
on the corner by the newsstand?

- Don't be stupid.
- You've done this before.

Are you a klepto?

- Do you think
I need to steal sunglasses?

- So you bought 36 pairs,
what, for Christmas presents?

- Seven pairs.

So what if I took them?

- Stole them.
- The shopkeeper was a bastard.

I wanted to see some umbrellas,

but he wouldn't let me
open them, so...

- So you stole seven pairs
of sunglasses instead?

- Yes.

- Hmm, well,
just goes to show you,

people are surprising.

Can I keep these?
You've got six more pairs.

- Don't care. Take them.

- Have you got
a vast collection at home?

- No, I have
quite a few staplers

and adjustable spanners, though.

- Bastards in every trade.
- There certainly are.

- What?!

Ah, take them.
Nobody buys CDs anymore.

Though I doubt Ebola Crèche
is your kind of music.

[Tom whistling]

[Eloise sighing]

[whistling]

- I'm going to miss this walk.

We must have done this
a thousand times.

- So here's the biggie.
What I want to know is...

What is that?

You retired the Pentax
I gave you?

- No, I still use it
from time to time,

but this is more convenient.

I want to take your picture.
- But you don't have time.

- Prepare for the world's
quickest photo shoot.

♪ Underneath those city lights ♪

♪ I'm gonna dream about you
every night ♪

♪ And in between
those city dreams ♪

♪ I'm gonna find out
just what lonely means ♪

♪ But I wasn't made to be
holed up in the country ♪

♪ And I wasn't made
for sitting still ♪

♪ I never could
and I never will ♪

♪ Well I never will ♪

[light music]

Close your eyes.

- Can I get up now?
- Heck, no!

♪ Underneath those city stars ♪

♪ I'm gonna find out
just what troubles are ♪

♪ And underneath that city sun ♪

- Ellie.

Eloise!

El...

[music stopping abruptly]

Ellie?

Eloise.

[laughing]

♪ And if you wait for me ♪

♪ You know
I'll be back presently ♪

♪ Just like
I've never been away ♪♪

[singing along
to Françoise Hardy]

[...singing...]

You've got a good voice.

- What?

- I said
you've got a good voice.

- Thanks. I used to sing
in restaurants and clubs.

- Really?
- What?

- Nothing. I'm just surprised.

- See,
I'm not a musical philistine.

- Françoise Hardy.

That's what you were singing,
wasn't it?

- Yeah. That's one
of my favourite song of hers.

- You ever hear her cover
of Leonard Cohen's Suzanne?

- No.
- I'll get you a copy.

If we ever get out of here.

[faint sirens]

- What's that?

- I don't know.
They're passing by, though.

Relax. No use being on edge
all the time.

We could be in here for hours.

- You'd like that?
Some of us have jobs to go to.

Sorry.

- I would've thought
that's the one English word

you wouldn't have bothered
to learn.

- I take it back.
I'm not sorry. You're a pig.

[laughing]

[sighing]

- So beautiful.

You wanna see my baby?

My friends went gaga over her.

[laughing]

Jaguar 3.4 MK 2.

Might have to sell her...
now I'm out of work.

- Yo! You won't believe this,

but the engineer's
gonna be a while.

- What?!
- North Circular is fucked!

Another couples of hours.
Sorry, bruv. But listen,

I might be able to get my uncle Faisal to come down!

- Hope's a qualified engineer.
Tariq has some dodgy relatives.

- Faisal's good with his hands. He fixes washing machines!

I'll come and speak to you through the door, innit?!

Maybe do a bit of freestyling to keep you entertained!

- He's a rap wannabe,

always trying to get us
to listen to one of his demos.

- Bet you haven't.
[scoffing]

[knocking]

- Hello? Can you hear me?
- Yeah, loud and clear, mate.

So, look, this uncle--
- Tom, that you, bruv?

I knew it was you who removed--

- Right. I'm here with someone.
She's--

- Uh, Tariq,
I need to call someone urgently.

We get no reception in here.
Can you do that?

- No probs, sis!
- Okay, I'll get the number.

[sighing]

- No signal on mine either.

- Forget it!
- No worries. Back in a bit.

- They'll have hired
someone else by now.

- Oh, you've just lost a job?
Good. Then we're even.

- Just when I think you might
not be a total asshole,

you say something to remind me
why I hate you.

- I'm just getting started.
Wait another hour,

then you'll really hate me.

- Hmm. I wanted to see
how long you'd sit there.

- Yeah? Yeah, nice one.
Did you capture my soul?

- I'm taking it with me.

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
[laughter]

[popping]
- Hey...

- You pulled a cracker there,
mate.

- Merry Christmas.

[all]: Merry Christmas.
♪ 'Tis the season ♪

♪ To be jolly... ♪♪
[laughter]

[laughing]
- Just for you.

Nice.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
[laughter]

- So...

Um... what do you call
a three-legged... donkey?

- No idea.

- A wonkey. I don't understand.

- Believe me, it's not worth it.

- What happened to you
after I left?

- The usual.
Drank a lot of beer,

experimented with a serious
Prawn Cocktail Crisps habit,

stopped shaving,

wanked mournfully whilst
listening to Leonard Cohen.

Hallelujah, not Jazz Police,
obviously.

- Please, no jokes now.
After you stopped all the calls,

Dave turned up at my
sister's place looking for you.

- Oh, I don't think
we should go into that.

- Yes, we should.
You were almost stalking me.

Then you vanished for a bit.
Where were you?

- I was not stalking--

- Tom, you appeared
in the supermarket,

in the park,
at my yoga class.

- I was thinking of joining.
Look, there's no use digging--

- It's important, Tom.
I was anxious. What happened?

- It's a long and dreary story.

- Can it be told in 30 minutes,
between here and the station?

- I guess.
Just as long as you don't start

singing Edith-bloody-Piaf
at an embarrassing volume.

You always use to do that

when I was trying to tell you
something emotional.

- At least I can sing.
- So can I... technically.

Sang in the shower this morning.
- Why not in public?

- I leave that
to the professionals.

[soft music]

- When you left,
it was bad enough.

I wanted to see
if you were with anyone,

so... yeah,
I followed you around for a bit.

Then one day,
when I was at work,

you sneaked in and stripped
the flat of all your possessions

like a swarm of locusts.
Like, pfft!

Everything gone.
I mean everything...

everything except
an answering machine

full of old messages.

So you reminded me
to pick up a pint of milk,

saying you'd booked
the plane tickets,

me telling you that I'd be home
after a pint with Dave.

- Never just a pint, though,
was it?

[laughing]

- I wanted to erase it,

I wanted to sort of get rid
of that reminder

of everyday happiness,
along with all the photos,

but...

...I couldn't.

It was like the life
I'd struggled

to build up around me
just collapsed.

It was that fragile.

- Tom... you can't hold me
responsible.

- You gonna let me tell it?
Seeing as you insisted.

- Okay, but just be warned,

I may not be able to restrain
the Piaf effect.

[Tom laughing]

- Right, I'll cut to the chase.

That night, I got drunk.

I mean not tipsy, not pissed,
but blind, obscene,

falling-over,
puking-on-your-shoes drunk.

- Lovely.
- Yeah.

Woke up curled up under a bush
in the park.

Hauled myself to a crouching
position by about 2:00,

when a tramp
decided to piss on me.

[laughter]
I'm, like:

"That is the final straw,
I've had enough of this.

I've lost the best piece
of the jigsaw of my life

and the will
to put it back together again."

By 7:30, I'm looking
for a chemist that's still open.

'Cause I want a headache cure.

I want some paracetamol.

A lot of paracetamol.

You know, fast-forward through
an hour of chemist-hopping,

because they only sell them
in small batches,

and 28 is not gonna be enough.

I'm back in a park,

drenched in tramp piss,

a bottle of vodka in my hand.

- Go on, finish it.
- Don't worry,

it has a happy ending.

- I'm singing Piaf really badly
if you're wrong.

- I can't get the top off
the paracetamol bottle.

Never can with those things.

Suddenly it pops open,
scattering pills...

As I'm gathering them up,

this young bloke passing by
comes over to investigate.

I try to ignore him,

but he picks up
the paracetamol bottle.

As soon as he clocks that
and sees the vodka,

he starts stamping on the pills.

He pulls me to my feet and goes:
"How many you taken?"

And I lie and I go:
"I don't know, four or five."

He goes: "That's the hangover
cured anyway."

Then I find myself
being shoved down the road

by this Samaritan
into a small club,

and I notice he has a guitar
and I find out he's due to play

an acoustic set as warm-up
for a band called -

wait for it -
The Forgotten.

That's how I met the band.

Next day I got off of my arse

and started making plans
for... Eloise.

- For what?
- The name of our label.

My mates tried to talk me
out of it, but...

- Don't ever do anything
that stupid again, okay?

- I'm not gonna go round
starting labels

and naming them after exes,
if that's--

- No. The overdose.
Promise me,

or I'm leaving you here and now
with no goodbyes.

- It's okay, it's okay.
I promise, alright?

It was another life.

[music playing on Eloise's iPod]

[Eloise sighing]

What are you listening to?

- What?

- Sounds like
that French Elvis guy,

that old singer
that was in that film.

What was it called?

With that even older bloke
in that house.

- Oh... Johnny Halliday.
L'Homme du Train.

You saw that?
- Yeah.

I'm not a complete philistine.
I do watch foreign films

- Emmanuelle Part 13?

- Not at all. I saw Betty Blue.
- Half of that film is fucking.

- And the other half
is froggy angst.

- Yeah. Such a sad film.

- Yeah.
Great fucking scenes, though.

[knocking]

- Bruv, have to revise that ETA.
Be here by 2:00?

- What?
- I've got meetings!

- Uh, Faisal's kid had a fight
at school.

Plus there's nine
high-court judges

stuck in a lift in Finchley. Engineer's gone there first.

Some of those boys
are pushing 80!

- Super.

Another two hours of this
with you.

- Want to call a truce?

- God, yes.
You're still a tosser, though.

- Tosser? As in wanker,
or serial masturbator?

[Eloise laughing]
- Both, I'm sure.

You English have
all the best insults.

- Well, I guess
you're not the antichrist.

Shake?

Just don't ask me to like you.
[chuckling]

- You're hard work, too,
you know.

- Yeah, I know.
Anna's always complaining.

- Anna?
- Never mind.

- You actually
have a girlfriend?

- Fiancée.

She even gave me this ring.

She said,
"Why should only girls get one?"

- Cute. Wait a minute.

Someone's willing to share
the rest of their life with you?

- That was a short truce.
- Sorry.

When's the wedding?

[sighing]
- We haven't really decided yet.

Year, year-and-a-half probably.

- Why the long wait?

- We're both busy.
- You aren't.

[laughing softly]
What's her job?

- She's studying.

- Mature student?

How old is Anna?

- She's a bit younger.
- How much younger?

- She's very nearly... 21.
- And you're?

- Not old enough to be her dad.
- Yeah, but nearing 40--

- Thirty-four. Thanks.
Yeah, 13 years older.

Wedding's on at the moment,

but she, uh,
she changes her mind a lot.

- Children are like that.
- You're treading a fine line.

- That's my speciality.
So...

how did you meet the juvenile?

- We met at a gig.

I know, predictable.

I was dissing one
of these faux-glam bands fronted

by a whiny-voiced she-male.
You know the type.

- No. But go on.

- I was laying into the singer
to this cute girl, Anna.

Turns out the singer
was Anna's brother.

- You have a habit
of saying the wrong thing.

- That's my speciality.
- But... you recovered well.

I mean, if you persuaded
the infant to marry you.

- We kept bumping
into each other at gigs.

She was, uh, working for
a music website while studying,

so I told her
which bands to see,

got her interviews.

- It all sounds
a bit calculated to me.

- Yeah,
it's called give and take.

Plus the sex
is frankly staggering.

- How romantic.

- Romance is for people with
too much time on their hands.

Anyway.

What about you?

Seeing anyone?

- Why are you asking?
- It's called conversation.

When people make friendly noises
towards each other

with their mouths.

- Not that much to tell.

- Come on, we could be in here
for hours yet.

Why not open up a little?

- Because it's just...
not that interesting.

And... anyway, why should I?
We're strangers.

It could have been anyone
in this lift.

- Maybe it was fated
that we we're stuck together.

Don't believe in fate, then?

- Obviously, karma.

I'm being punished now for
what I did in a previous life.

- Or in this one.
- No, I'm a perfect angel.

[Tom laughing]

- Alright, okay.
Just so you know,

I am an exceptionally good
listener.

[whistling]
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

If you must know,
there are some guys--

- Plural, eh?
Aren't you the femme fatale.

- No.

I just don't have much time
for a proper relationship.

Do you realize
how long it takes

to set up your own business?
How much work?

- Don't know.
Don't wanna know.

Wouldn't let it rule my life.
- It's impossible not to.

See, I'm not complaining.

- You don't get lonely
sometimes?

- I do okay.

- Well, you spared me
the Piaf effect.

- Oh, you think so?!
- No, Eloise, please!

[singing Piaf]

[soft music]

[rock music]

[samba music]

[romantic music]

[punk-rock music]

[laughing] So tell me about this husband.

- Which husband?
- There's more than one?

- No. I don't remember
mentioning my husband.

- You mentioned alimony
and that tends to be a giveaway.

- Okay. Um...

I was young and impressionable.

He was an artist.

I'm drawn to intense... poor...
driven... creative types.

Born from growing up
in Montmartre, you know--

- Never been.

- You'd fit right in. Hmm.

- So...
you and this penniless artist--

- Oh, he wasn't penniless
for long.

Ironically, our marriage fell
apart when he got successful.

Newspaper articles,
Saatchi Gallery shows,

Turner Prize nomination.
- Would I have heard of him?

- Inflatable children... dogs,

a blow-up Houses of Parliament.

You could take your shoes off
and bounce on it.

- Anthony Steinman. You were
married to Tony Steinman?

- For nearly a year.
- And then?

- I came home early...

from a night class...
that was cancelled.

There he was on the bed,

being painted
in chocolate spread

by two teenage art groupies.

[laughing]

- Such people exist?

- Like you would not believe.
- I sense anger.

- I blew up his Houses
of Parliament with a hat pin.

The papers called me...

Girl Fawkes.

To give him his due,
he kept my name out of it.

Said it was
a politically motivated attack.

And I got my alimony.

I guess he was worried
about the kids.

- Children?
- Blow-up ones.

- I'm duly warned.

[grunting]

It's only gonna get worse
in here.

They predicted 85 degrees
outside.

[slow jazzy music]

- What are you doing?

- I'm sorry, okay?
But it's too fucking hot.

They were
a secret Santa present.

I didn't expect them
to be aired in public.

- Ow! Thanks!

[banging]

- Okay in there?

- We've been in here for hours

and no one's telling us
what's happening!

- Mate, can you prise
the doors open or something?

- Not with the power off.
They won't budge.

Someone's been jabbing
at the control again.

- Could you open them
just a little bit

and get some water in here?

- I have a bash.
Are you thirsty?

- Gasping.
See what you can do, eh?

- Do you wanna
hear me freestyle?

- Oh, um, maybe later!
We really do need a drink.

- That's gonna be a mission!
Leave it with me.

[playful music]

- This is not an invitation.
- Tsk. So what should I do?

Keep my eyes
tightly screwed shut forever,

or would you prefer
to blindfold me?

- You wish.
- Not my fetish, dearest.

- Hey, don't call me that.
- Okay, honey.

[music]

- Ah, merde!
[laughing]

Merde!

- Here, let me.

- Ah, thanks.

Hey, stop looking, you pervert!

- Nice bra.

Roses, eh?

[Eloise sighing]

[romantic music]

Hey. Wait a minute--
- Tom, don't!

- How much for the lot?

- Normally, it's 30 pounds.
For you...

nice man...

is 50!

Special Christmas offer--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright,
50 pounds.

There you go.

- Merry Christmas!

- T'es vraiment un imbécile.
- Yeah.

- What am I supposed to do
with these?

I'm meeting Bill.

[rattling]

[Tariq groaning]

[grunting]

- That's as far as it'll go.
Sorry I took so long.

I've got some water
and a funnel. Say when.

- Okay, go.

Oh, man.

Okay.

- Want anymore?
- No, we're okay for now.

Couldn't squeeze a pizza in
through there, could you?

[Tariq laughing]: Yeah!
What would you like on it?

- Oh, you know, peppers, beef,
jalapeno, mushrooms--

- Anchovies on mine.

- Anchovies for the lady.
- Your wish is my command, bruv.

I'll see what I can do, yeah?
- Oh, dear.

I've really gotta
get down the gym again.

- Good idea.

- You do know how to make
a man feel good about himself.

- Sorry, I save my compliments
for when they count.

So stop fishing.
This is a truce, remember,

not a courtship.

- Courtship?
Where'd you learn your English,

in the 18th century?
- You know what I mean.

Lâche-moi.
We get out,

we go our separate ways

- Oh, agreed, agreed.
Every man for himself.

- That's exactly why I asked
the CEO to fire you.

- Fire me.

You spoke to Brubaker?
- No, not exactly.

I made recommendations.

- That man hardly ever leaves
Beverley Hills. Why him?

- I felt it was serious enough.
- What was serious enough?

It was nothing
about my efficiency.

- Not really.
- Well, then, what was it?

Come on, spit it out.
What was my great crime?

- The Christmas party fund.
You stole from it.

- I stole... That's absurd.

- I saw the emails
to your bookkeeper.

- My what?!
- You know,

your horse-racing agent guy?

- Bookie, bookie,
you mean bookie. What bookie?

- Big D. You took the money
and gambled it away

- Big D's not my bookie!
Big D's my brother.

Big D... Dave! Big D!

The Christmas fund
is like a giant petty-cash tin.

Okay? Everyone in the office
gets to dip into it

throughout the year
as long as they make it up

by the middle of December,
before the Christmas party.

- You took 3,400 pounds.
- Not all at once!

- Of course not!
That would've been stupid!

In several instalments!
It's called embezzlement.

You're lucky
we didn't go to the police.

And that's only because
Mr. Brubaker insisted

we made it a redundancy,
keep it quiet.

- It's probably because I know
about the hookers

he charges on his expenses
as "emergency plumbing."

- So you admit it?

- I admit borrowing funds
for my brother, yes!

- And what was he going to do
with the money?

Drink it or spend it on girls,
if he's anything like you?

- I think most went on the fees
for the rehabilitation unit.

My brother's a junkie - or was.

I found this six-week program.
He was in rehab.

He's been out and clean
for a month.

I was gonna raise a loan
to pay it back!

Guess I don't need to now.

- Actually...

they're gonna take it back
of your redundancy payment.

- Really.

[beatboxing and footsteps]

Tariq, is that you?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Half an hour and Faisal
will be here, swear down.

How's it going?
- We're having a party in here.

Hey, wanna see
who I'm trapped in here with?

Press play.

[Eloise ranting]
[Tariq laughing]

Bunny boiler, eh?

[indistinct ranting]
- Fuck you, okay?!

- Oh, now she shows
her true colours.

[laughing]
- You remind me of my father.

He filmed me having tantrums
when I was a child.

Said it would teach me a lesson

if I saw
how ridiculous I looked.

I started stealing things
around then.

- I-I'm sorry.

- Erase that. Now.

[upbeat guitar music]

- Ah, excuse me.
A rose, a Christmas rose.

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

- It's free. It's free.

[woman laughing]

♪ Was to certain poor shepherds
in fields as they lay ♪

- Madam, here you go.

One for you, sir?

♪ ...Keeping their sheep ♪

- Rose, sir?

♪ On a cold winter's night
that was so deep ♪

♪ Noel ♪

♪ Noel Noel ♪

♪ Noel ♪

♪ Born is the king
into this world ♪

So tell me about you and Bill.
How's that working out?

- You really wanna know?
- I really wanna know.

I wanna know how you are.
I hope you're happy.

- Well...
things have been better.

Moving in with Bill was always
going to be difficult.

I think I'm not
the most tolerant of people.

[Eloise laughing]
- Your ever-growing niggle list.

- I suppose a few things
annoy me more than they should.

- A few? Wobbly tables,

pictures in hotel rooms
not hung straight--

- Yeah, horrible, greasy,
English breakfasts.

- Unfunny political cartoons,
Easter eggs, supermarkets,

toilet attendants in bars,
pavement cyclists--

- Plastic sauce bottles in pubs,

when they're all crusted
with old stuff.

- Sticky labels that tear off
when you buy new CDs,

or they come off
but leave a sticky residue.

- Barcodes on book jackets.

The way they spoil
the graphic design.

- Fruit in mulled wine.
Badly varnished wood.

You always had a thing
about that.

So the little things annoy you.
Big deal.

- Bill always found it
symptomatic of a larger problem.

He thought he could solve me
like a puzzle.

- Thought?
- Thinks.

You know my English slips
when I'm stressed.

- So you're finding
sharing a house tough again

after months
without me under your feet.

- I got used to my freedom
when I had my own place.

The bathroom always being free
when I wanted it.

No wet socks drying
over radiators, except mine.

- No questions about
your vast sunglasses collection.

- I don't do that anymore.

Anyway,
Bill's an understanding man.

- So that's not the issue.

- It's like the relationship's
taken a shortcut

from excitement to comfort,

missing out passion
along the way.

- No, no passion's overrated.
Can't live with it that long.

It's exhausting.
Remember our first few months?

[chuckling]
- We were different people then.

- People don't change that much.

We had passion, but we had
something real underneath.

- Hormones.
They relax after a few months.

- You're such a cynic!
- No, I'm a realist.

- So this thing
with you and Bill,

how is it an improvement
between you and me?

- It's a proper
adult relationship

built on mutual trust
and respect.

[Tom "snoring"]
[Eloise laughing]

Okay, I'm not selling him
very well.

- Sounds about as much fun
as his name.

Good news rarely comes
in windowed envelopes.

- What are you on about?
- Bills!

- Aren't you forgetting
something?

- I don't know,
has he got a very small penis?

- Tom, for godssake.
You want to know why I left you?

You must've had plenty of time
to figure it out.

- Yeah, I tried, I tried,
but honestly, I--

- I wasn't entirely sure myself!
I knew I had to leave, though.

Then it hit me
the day after I moved out.

- I remember you kept stealing
and getting us into trouble.

- I got that under control,
remember? That's not it.

- I wasn't good at listening?
- You still aren't!

You listen to the words,
but you don't process them.

You put them
through some Tom filter

so they turn out
the way you'd like.

- This just isn't fair!

- Maybe so,
but that's not it either!

- Is it because I didn't paint
the garden fence?!

I was gonna do it
on the day you walked out!

I'll bring this.

[beeping]

[musical ring tone]

- Tom can't talk right now.
He's busy being beaten up.

This was working all along?

- I didn't notice.
- And you didn't think to look

when I was talking
about my important meeting?!

And how useful it would be
to call and explain the delay?!

- You weren't exactly on my list
of favourite people then.

- You just cost me 3,000 pounds!
Bastard!

- You asked Tariq
to call for you!

- Yeah, one: no more battery!

Two: how would that
have sounded?!

A random Indian man--
- Pakistani.

- Pakistani!
A random Pakistani man

who phones on my behalf
with the excuse

that I'm stuck in a lift!
- It could happen to anyone!

- Not to me!
- You're a control freak.

- And you're a freak
without control.

Do not look.

- I had no intention of looking.

[sultry music]

[banging]

- Yo, peeps,
I couldn't magic up a pizza,

but... coming through!

I had to walk all the way up
to floor 10 to get this jam.

They were proper miserable, man.
Apart from that girl Serena.

- You're welcome.
- She's a proper sweetie, innit?

Do you fancy a cup of char?

- You're kidding.
- Gotta have tea with toast.

- Uh, do you have...
some coffee out there?

- She is joking, right?
- Yeah, she's joking.

- Whoo!
It's tea or nothing, I'm afraid.

- Tea would be lovely.
Thanks, Tariq.

- You know my name,
but I don't even know yours.

- Oh, uh, how rude of me.

Uh, Tariq, Eloise. Eloise, Tariq

- Hey, Eloise. I'll get an ETA
on Faisal in a minute.

Tom, why don't you check out
my demo?

- Yeah, I'm a little short of CD
players at the moment, Tariq.

- I hope there's no sugar
in this.

[sighing]

[sniffing]

- What was my unforgivable sin?
Give me a clue at least.

- Do you remember
the first trip we took together?

- Yeah,
how could I forget Venice?

Booking that palazzo
was a bloody nightmare.

- Our first trip was Amsterdam.
- Was it? I'm confused.

- You bet, with all you smoked.

- That's what you do
in Amsterdam.

- I had to practically carry you
around the Van Gogh museum.

- I was fine. You were being
a bore and abstaining.

- You feel asleep in the café.

I had to call a taxi
to get you home. I was furious.

- I made it up to you.
- How?

- The restaurant, by the canal?

We were the only two people
in there.

I bribed them to stay open.

- Why you didn't tell me?

- I didn't at the time
because of the expense.

- You know, Tom,
it sounds strange,

but part of being kind

is letting the person know
you've been kind.

But back then, you tried.

[soft music]
- I stopped trying.

- Oh! Now you got it!

[soft music]

[soft music]

[music fading]

Want to know the worst thing
you did to me? The worst week?

- Would it be easier
if I just apologized in advance?

- My birthday. The last one.

- It was fun,
I seem to remember.

- You took me to see some bands.

I'd been hinting about
going away for the weekend.

- You did a lot of hinting.
You could try saying sometime.

Or perhaps start with mentioning
and work up to the explicit.

- I took you to see
the Foo Fighters.

Good seats, too.
- Yeah, on my birthday,

you did what you wanted to,

and had the nerve to make it
this big special surprise.

- You did look surprised.
- Appalled.

You handed me an envelope
with some tickets.

I'd never heard
of the Food Fighters.

Two days later, we were having
people round for dinner.

I'd been working.
I asked you to tidy the house.

So you
and your record-company friends

had a little party in there
and trashed the place.

You were asleep on the sofa.

I packed a bag
and left you there and then.

- God, you saw that?
I didn't know.

- I had the right
to be treated better.

- I'm sorry.

- I want to see your eyes.
Say it again.

- Now who's being melodramatic?
- Say it!

- Eloise,
I'm sorry I neglected you.

I'm sorry
I took you for granted.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

- Don't overdo it.

[cursing under his breath]

- Bill's the antidote
to all this neglect, is he?

- Leave Bill out of this.

He's different, that's all.

Let's not get childish.

- Yes, Mother.
[sighing]

- Why am I defending him
to you anyhow?

How did this happen?

You never wanted to know
how happy I was with Bill.

- I only asked--
- You wanted to know

how unhappy I was with him.
- Hey, Ellie--

- Eh, we're not unhappy.

So you can't take that
smug smile you were preparing

and shove it up your butt.
[Tom laughing]

- That's physiologically tricky.
Oh!

Ow!
[Eloise gasping]

- Are you... you okay?

- Ah, I think so.
Arse took most of the brunt.

- It might remind you what
a pain in the ass you can be.

- You said I was a sweet,
thoughtful guy in your note.

- I was experimenting
with sarcasm.

- I never stopped
thinking about you.

- After I left.
I'll bet that faded fast enough.

- No, actually.

[soft music]

Design came to me
about nine months ago.

Remember that photograph
you liked?

- No, you're...

you're not doing this to me,
not now.

- Ellie.

Eloise!

You've still got my jacket!

[soft music]

[loud bang]
- Ah!

- Tariq!
- Sorry, bruv!

- What was that?
- Dunno.

Maybe it doesn't like you.

- Who doesn't?
- The lift. It's alive!

Maybe we're in one of those
Japanese horror movies.

The ones with the creepy empty
apartments, corridors and lifts!

- Shut up.

- Hey.

You alright?

We'll be out of here soon, okay?

- Hey, you lost me a job.
I got you fired.

We're even.
Now leave me alone.

[soft music]

♪ Took me by complete surprise
today ♪

♪ A wave so strong ♪

♪ On my knees again ♪

♪ The water's deep dear ♪

♪ Too scared to move ♪

♪ I'd rather freeze here ♪
Merde.

♪ Lest I come unglued ♪

[beeping]

♪ Don't you breathe on me ♪

♪ Never felt so fragile ♪

♪ Don't you reach for me ♪

♪ I fear I'll dissipate ♪♪

[phone ringing]

Yeah, I'm on my way.

No, it's not that late.
I'm minutes away.

I just have to say goodbye
to my friend.

No, she's no one you know.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

The train's
not till quarter-past. Okay?

Okay! See you!

Now I have two angry men
to deal with.

- I'm not angry.
- Where have you been?

- Recuperating
from my violent assault.

- I've been learning
self-defence.

- Really?
- I'm stronger now.

- Don't you wanna know
why I'm not angry?

- Because you realize
you were wrong

about almost everything
and you want to thank me

for showing you the way
to the light?

- I'm not angry 'cause I know
now you're a hypocrite.

- We were doing so well.
Don't ruin it.

- You told Bill you were seeing
a friend. A female friend.

- How did you know that?

- You lied to your boyfriend
about me. Why?

- It was just easier.
Come on, I'm going to be late.

- I just don't get it.
You're way too honest.

The only reason you'd lie is
if the truth would hurt someone.

- I lie when it's important.
- What makes it important now?

- Do we really need to spend
our last few moments together

in some sort of interrogation?

- Think of it as more
of a Socratic dialogue.

I'm leading you
towards the truth.

- Oh, you're leading me
towards the station.

So if you have a point,
I'd suggest you reach it.

- I think the reason you lied
to your boyfriend--

- Pull riches from my psyche.
- The reason you lied to Bill

is you're still a little bit
in love with me.

And if you told Bill
you'd been seeing your ex

and he asked you directly
how you felt about me,

you wouldn't be able to lie
and he'd be hurt - badly.

- You do have
such an imagination.

You're wrong.

- What was I thinking?
I haven't seen you for a year.

Did I really think
you'd keep the candle burning--

- Shut up, okay?!

[romantic music]

- I'm sorry.

I'm a wreck.

- Look, no worries, okay?

[beeping]

[laughing]

[rock music]

[Eloise gasping]

Look... okay?

I texted him hours ago,
not after you saw!

- And you said you erased it!

Ah!

- Shit, I'm sorry.

- You just wanted your friend
to laugh at me?

[cursing in French]

♪ How do you feel ♪

♪ Is everything okay
How do you feel ♪

♪ Is everything okay ♪♪

[grunting]

[panting]

[rock music]

- Oh!
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.

[rock music]

- I still have six more pairs.
[laughter]

[rock music]
Oh!

Help me, help me, help me!

[exclamations]

- You guys okay?

We'll have you out
in two minutes.

Hope it wasn't too skanky
in there.

- Skanky is not the word.

[background chatter
and music]

- When I said you were wrong,

what I meant was,
I don't still love you a little.

- This is just pissing me off
now.

- I love you a lot.
Way too much.

God knows I'd have
an easier life if I didn't,

but I do, and there we are,

and we just both
have to deal with it.

- You make it sound
like a disability.

- You were wrong about why
I didn't tell Bill about you.

I didn't tell him
because I wanted

this bit of my day
to be just for me.

I didn't want to share you.

- Ironically,
I seem to be sharing you.

[whistling]

- Why are you whistling?

- This is the whistle of regret.

- I'm sorry, Tom.

I shouldn't have kissed you

- Perhaps, but if you hadn't,
I might have lunged anyway.

Such a torment for me
not to be able to touch you.

- Poor wee Tom.

- Hey, hey, less of the wee.

In fact, I'm a bit bigger
than I was a moment ago.

[laughing]
- Put that away!

- I'm trying, I'm trying!

Tell me something deeply unsexy.
Quickly, quickly.

- Mm... Bill asked me to...
marry him.

[romantic music]

- So Bill popped the question?
What, down on one knee?

Fancy restaurant? Big rock?

- Both knees, the Ivy,
sapphire as big as blueberry.

- Such a tosser!
- Excuse me?

- Sorry, it just came out.

- I didn't want to tell you.
I knew you'd take it like that.

- What did you expect?
I told you I'd have

a huge Eloise-shaped hole in me
when you left.

How am I gonna fill it now?
- I'm quite a regular shape,

I'm sure you'll find someone.
[Tom sighing]

- Ellie...

- I haven't said yes yet.

- You're going to France
with him to renovate a vineyard!

Quite a commitment
for a risk-adverse person.

- Bill, France, hotel, vineyard.
It's a lot to take on.

But you were always saying
I need to take more risks.

- When you leave
everything behind,

is there nothing you'd miss?

- You know the answer to that.

[slow jazzy music]

[ding]
[laughter]

- Could you just give us
another 10 minutes?

[cursing in French]

- That won't happen again.
- Won't happen again to me.

It's my last day
- What? You never said anything.

- I don't do leaving parties,
bruv.

Still, I'll pop by
when I'm in the neighbourhood.

- You better.
Is this the famous Ms. Eloise?

- Yeah. Thanks for feeding
and watering us.

- You make us sound
like animals.

- No worries, bruv.
- Um, Tom, I'd better go.

I'm late. For everything.

- Hey.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Man,
you were gonna freestyle for us!

- I'd love to, but I don't have
any of my backing tracks.

- No! Shame.
I'd like to hear it.

- O-o-okay. Um...

[beatboxing]

♪ Tom and Eloise
stuck in the elevator ♪

♪ She's a hottie
he's a playa ♪

♪ Hanging in the dark
no spark of light ♪

♪ Will they be there all day
all night ♪

♪ No it's alright
'cause Tariq's in the room ♪

♪ Making toast for the folks
that roast in the gloom ♪

♪ At the point of collapse
in a metal box ♪

♪ Strippin' down
to their panties and socks ♪

♪ Help is at hand
engineer's here ♪

♪ Hours have passed
and at last it's clear ♪

♪ Faisal's the man with the plan
not Stan ♪

♪ Guy with the crowbar
as far as... ♪♪

[laughter]
- Mate, that was great, man.

I thought you were gonna suck.
- I knew you'd be good.

- Really?! You liked it?!

I'm putting my demos online
next week.

- Send me the link.
- So you'll come and see us?

- I'll pop by, I promise, yeah?
Send me that link.

- I will!
Nice to meet you, Ms. Eloise.

Laters.
- Safe, man.

[soft piano music]

- Well, um, uh...
where are you going now?

- Uh, well, I'll see if Dave
and the boys are in the pub.

Could do with a drink.
Probably blotto by now.

- Blotto?
- Blotto. Shit-faced. Plastered.

Drunk as a skunk.
[laughing]

- Lots of words
for our favourite pastime.

- Okay.

Um...

I'd better go.

[chuckling]
- Okay, Ms. Martin,

I think that concludes
our business.

- Yeah.
[musical ring tone]

- Hi, Anna.

What?
- Hi.

- Uh, no, I was stuck in a lift,
for hours.

No, seriously.

Don't be daft.

What?

No, no, I haven't checked
the messages yet, no.

Look, Anna, I don't have time
for this now, I really don't.

Look, I'll call you back, okay?
Uh, Anna, please.

Uh? Yeah, I'm losing you,
I'm losing...

Fuck it!

Before you get on that train,
I need to give you something,

and to tell you something.
- Always drama, Tom.

Give. Oh, thank you.

- It's not Christmas yet.

- Is it going
to get me in trouble?

- Not if you destroy the note
that comes with it.

[laughing]
- Thanks.

- I didn't give you anything.

- You gave me plenty.

[soft Christmas music]

You should dump
Mr. Super Success Story Bill

and take up
with a reprobate like me again.

- I knew it, I knew
you'd try something like this.

- Purely improv, believe me!
- Okay, you have 30 seconds

to tell me why I should give up
the chance of a lifetime

to shack up with the man
who once called me an emas...

- Emasculating bitch.
It's a term of endearment.

You weren't supposed
to remember.

- From here to the end
of the tunnel. Go.

- You've got to come back.
I can't sleep without you.

- Drink camomile tea.
- I bought An Innocent Man

a week after we met
because it was your favourite.

- I've gone off Billy Joel.
More into Phil Collins now.

- No one's as much fun
to be silent with as you.

- I'll send you
a cardboard cutout.

- You make the greatest desserts
I've ever--

- I'll send you the recipes.

- Because all my friends
adore you.

- Your friends were relieved
you were spending time

with a girl
who doesn't have a web cam.

- Because I love you.

[Eloise sighing]

I can't believe
you're doing this to me again.

You turned my life upside down.

- Hey. That's another reason
why I'm leaving.

- Aren't you gonna give me
your phone number?

- Um, well, have you got
a good memory?

- Not particularly.
- You'd better remember this.

0-7-7-0-0--

- Wait a minute.

Have you got another pen?
- Maybe.

- 0-7-7-0-0--

- Are you on Facebook?
- What's Facebook?

- Sorry, man.
- 9-0-0-4

- Shit. 0-7-7-0-0-9-0-0...

- 4-6-2.
- 4-6-2, got it.

- I hope so. Bye, Tom.

[reciting number]

- ...4-6-2. Okay. Pen!

[pop music]

Shit, just realized the Eurostar
doesn't go from here.

Hasn't for years.
- Yeah, I know.

- Right. 'Course,
you would've been quicker

going from London Bridge.

- I...

I really do have to go.

- Turn around.

Just turn round once.

[soft piano music]

[soft piano music]

- About bloody time.

- I'm so sorry.

[chiming]

- Ladies and gentlemen,

my name is Pierre and I would like to welcome you aboard...

[beep]
[Tom]: Hi, Ellie.

I'll be back around 8:00. I'm just meeting Dave for one.

[beep]
[Eloise]: Hi, love. It's me.

Can you pick up a pint of milk and some bread?

And not the white stuff
like chalk.

Une baguette, s'il vous plaît.
Bye, sweetie.

[beep] Tom? You better be out of bed.

Jim and Sarah are coming round.
I ironed you a shirt.

See you in a while.
[beep]

- Eloise, why aren't you here?
[bar music]

Oh, I'm having a blast, but I wish you were with me.

Anyhow, I'm leaving,
I'm leaving soon.

I love you.

[beep] Can't believe I'm gonna do this.

Now, I told you I don't sing.

So don't say you weren't warned.

[Tom singing
Françoise Hardy song]

[...singing...]

Told you I couldn't sing.

[soft music]

[phone buzzing]

Hello?

♪ All things come
to those that wait ♪

♪ At least
that's what I'm told ♪

♪ But sometimes ♪

♪ Waiting's not enough ♪

♪ Fortune favours the bold ♪

♪ Love has its own time
to keep ♪

♪ And what will be will be ♪

♪ But patience
can only go so far ♪

♪ To being you back to me ♪

♪ At long last you came to me ♪

♪ When everything seemed
lost at sea ♪

♪ One final chance eventually ♪

♪ I made you see ♪

♪ That we can't be torn apart ♪

♪ By distances
or broken hearts ♪

♪ There's always a new spark
to light these flames ♪

♪ And dying embers ♪

♪ I could keep it cool ♪

♪ To protect myself ♪

♪ Or play my games
or play the fool ♪

♪ I'd only fool myself ♪

♪ We could even say
we'd had our day ♪

♪ And let these bygones be ♪

♪ But deep down you know
you let it go ♪

♪ Forever aimlessly ♪

♪ At long last you came to me ♪

♪ When everything seemed
lost at sea ♪

♪ One final chance eventually ♪

♪ I made you see ♪
♪ I made you see ♪

♪ That the other half of me
is you ♪

♪ And no one else
will ever do ♪

♪ And given
all we've been though ♪

♪ We still have time ♪

♪ To try again... ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ To try again... ♪

♪ Again... ♪

♪ At long last you came to me ♪

♪ A glimmer on a darkening sea ♪

♪ To guide me to your side ♪

♪ You light the flame ♪

♪ Sparks and embers ♪♪

[fast rock music]

[soft music]

[Western-style guitar riff]

[evil laughter]

[growling]

[pop music]

[ballad]

[soft Christmas music]

Subtitling: CNST, Montreal