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Man: Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

l'm going to formally launch

the 1 1th Festival
of Literature and Poetry.

( crowd cheering )

No messing now, Thomas.
Straight to bed.

Dad, a quick game
of Death Troopers lV.

lt's a quarter
to 1 1 :00-- bed.

- 10 minutes.
- lt's a school night.

- Tomorrow's Friday.
- Tomorrow's Thursday. Go to bed.

- Good night, Dad.
- Good night, hon.

l'll be up in five minutes
to make sure you're asleep.

Five minutes?

Yes, you're lucky
to be up this late at all.

Yeah, very lucky--
boring old speeches.

Go on the hell up there,
young lad.

( cutlery rattling )

( whining )

Man: Lie down.
Lie down.

Go to sleep.

( tapping )

( man sighs )

( tapping )

( dog whining )

( floors creaking )

( creaking )

( dog whining )

( light switch clicks )

( banging )

Oh, yes, l'm sorry
to disturb you so late.

My name is Michael Farr.

l have a funny question.
l was just wondering

if one of your residents,
Malachy McNeill, is there.

He mightn't have slipped out
during the night?

He's my father-in-law.

He's there?

And he's all right?

Yeah, okay, good.

Well, thanks very much.

And again, l'm sorry
for calling you so late.

Okay, bye.
Thanks.

There's a message
from Granddad on the machine.

Yeah?
What did he say?

l don't know.
Something about last night.

Oh, Jesus.

l forgot. l said
l'd bring him with us.

You'd better call him.

l'll call on him later.

- Are you all right with food?
- Yeah.

Who were you talking to
last night?

l wasn't talking
to anybody.

l was just dreaming.

Were you dreaming
about Mom?

No.

l was dreaming about

how awful those sausage rolls
were last night.

Jeez, they were terrible.

Woman: We're broadcasting
this morning from Cobh...

Dad, look.
lt's the festival.

- Whoo-hoo.
- Shh.

...and it's a real honor
to be joined

by one of the great novelists
of our time-- Nicholas Holden.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- ( applause )

And "The White Gallows" is to be
made into a movie, l see?

Yes, l'm very pleased
about that, actually.

Starring Ralph Fiennes,
no less.

Whom l just adore.

Don't we all?

( laughter and applause )

- Ugh.
- Now we've lots of messages,

too many to read out,
congratulating you

on being given the prestigious
Jonathan Swift Award.

Thank you.
Thank you.

- Woman: Hi.
- Michael: Hi there.

Woman #2:
Doreen, no. You'll have to wait.

( TV playing )

( woman continues
speaking )

Woman #2:
Doreen, Doreen, hold on, love.

( phone ringing )

Hi, Joe.

( knocks on door )

Hi, Malachy.

Sorry.
Things are a bit mad.

l totally forgot
about you yesterday.

There's your razors
you asked me to get

and your 7-Up.

That's--

What's that?

That's the tickets
to the festival.

l meant to drop them up to you,
but you know, things got--

you know that l was
all dressed up here

and ready to go last night?
You know that?

One of the nurses
tried to ring you.

Yeah, l know, Malachy.
l'm sorry. There's just so--

l mean, l had the kids
to get ready and everything.

Yeah.

Don't ever let them
put you in a home, Michael.

( sighs )
Here.

( tower bells chiming )

( sighs )

l had a dream about you
last night.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

l dreamt that you were
in the house.

l could have sworn
you were there.

l dreamt that Eleanor
was here last night.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And she looked like

when she was just
three or four maybe.

l followed her out--
out there into the little garden.

And then
l couldn't find her.

l was panicking,

wondering where
she'd gone.

And then l remembered
she is gone

and it's--

l have those.

Yeah.

l know what it's like
to lose your wife, Michael.

lt-- it's unbelievable.

But when you lose
a child--

Jesus, it's almost like
you think there can't be a God.

How many are there?

Hello.

Hello hello hello.
Hiya.

Good to see you.

Welcome.
Welcome.

Hello, welcome.
Welcome.

Woman:
And this is professor...

Hello.
How are you?

Hello hello.
ls that them all?

- l think so.
- Okay, thank you.

( man speaking
indistinctly )

Woman:
Where is Lena Morelle?

Man:
l was on the phone to her agent.

She told me--
assured me actually--

- that she had already left for the airport.
- Woman: She's not here.

Man: What more can l do?
Michael, at last.

Do me a favor, nip down to the station
to pick up Lena Morelle for me.

Lena Morelle? l thought she was
supposed to get in last night.

( laughs )
Michael, don't you start.

( thunder crashing )

Um, how are you getting on?

You need to make sure
these measurements are exact

before you cut the wood
any shorter, understand?

All right?
Good.

Sarah: Dad, l'm going
to Olivia's house.

- Okay, don't be out late.
- l won't.

And don't be hanging
around that corner

at the lane there,
do you hear me?

l won't.
We're getting a video.

All right.

Be good.

What are you doing
up there?

l'm just-- just correcting
a few copybooks.

ls it not freezing
up there?

lt is, yeah,
but l'll be down shortly.

See you later.

Yeah.

Be good now.

( dog whines, yaps )

( barking )

Shh, Ringo.

( whines )

( barking )

Shh.

( woman screams )

- ( man screams )
- ( loud banging )

( dog barking )

( dog continues barking )

( clock ticking )

( gasps, sighs )

( car horn honks )

Oh.

Nicholas's voice:
Hi, Lena.

lt's Nicholas.
The eagle has landed.

l'm here in Cobh.
lt's a beautiful sunny day--

for the next
20 minutes, anyway.

And l've booked us
a restaurant.

l was just wondering,
what time do you get in at?

l can't wait to see you.

Really looking forward
to seeing you again.

Anyway,

l'm surrounded by lamebrains
and dilettantes here,

but don't worry
about that.

We'll have a laugh.

All right, give me a call.
Okay, bye.

( seagulls cawing )

( people chatting )

Nicholas: l'm just saying maybe
you should read it again,

because you've misread it
completely.

- Excuse me, Mr. Holden.
- Are you my ride?

Yeah, sorry.
l got stuck at the school.

- Thanks for the drink.
- You're welcome.

Listen, this has thrown
my whole day out of whack now.

l was supposed to do an
interview for "The Observer."

- Here, let me get that.
- No, l got it, l got it.

This interview-- now l don't
know how l'm going to fit that in.

You can't just leave me
sitting in the foyer like this.

- l'm a sitting duck.
- Mind yourself.

We'll get you there. We'll get
you there on time, don't worry.

( car horns honking )

You see,
what happens is,

when l'm left hanging around
in the hotel,

people feel entitled
to come up to you

and harass you
and criticize your book.

Like l give a fuck
what he thinks.

The book's a best-seller.
The critics love it.

Like l care.

l mean, Jesus Christ.

lt's like an old lrish
boxing coach of mine said...

( lrish accent )
"The fortress has to move, boy.

Otherwise you're taking hits.

And then your energy
is gone."

Stay on the move.
Nothing to prove.

Have you done
some boxing?

A bit, when l was
at college.

What weight?

Uh, light middleweight.

Any good?

Not really.
More black eyes than medals.

Did you ever
knock anybody out?

Nope.

l did.

Brutally satisfying,
l have to say.

l know that's
a terrible thing to admit,

but it's true.

Nicholas: The director had cut
the scene, not me.

So Richard's looking at me
and he sees what l'm looking at.

So he looks off towards
the director

and the director ends up
creeping off

back towards the toilets
or something, trying to hide.

( laughter )

So finally
the director is gone.

So l said "Richard,
to be honest with you,

l have no idea why
that scene has been cut,

but l do happen to have it
here right with me.

Shall we go to your trailer
and have a look at it?"

And that scene
which wasn't in the book--

by the way, those of you
who haven't read the book,

it is for sale right
outside the marquee here.

l've just come out
with a paperback edition.

lt's a very good book,
by all accounts.

- So thank you, Richard Harris.
- ( applause )

( thunder rumbling )

( knocks )

Anybody in here?

Hello?

( TV playing )

Hello?

( water running )

- Uh, Miss Morelle--
- ( screams )

l'm sorry.
l'm sorry.

l didn't mean
to startle you.

My name is
Michael Farr.

l'm here to take you
into town.

Jesus, you scared me.

Sorry.

Michael: Thanks.

( seagulls cawing )

( boat horn tooting )

Do do you think the house is
going to be all right for you?

Lena: Oh, yes yes.
lt's gonna be fine.

l just thought l was
going to be staying in town.

Michael:
Yeah, l know.

l don't know why
they put you out there.

- ( phone ringing )
- Lena: Oh.

Hello.

Oh, hi. Hi.

( chuckles )
How are you?

Oh, oh, l don't know.
lt must be this new phone.

No, see, l won't
really be able to

'cause l'm-- no,
l'm on my way to a reading.

No, please don't do that.

No no no, we can just--
we can meet later.

Hello? Hello?

Well, if you need anything,
just give me a shout, won't you?

- What? l'm sorry?
- That's my number.

- Oh, okay.
- lf there's anything you need,

- just give me a call.
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.
Thanks.

- Michael: Good luck.
- Lena: Thanks.

( applause )

Lena: Thanks. This is
from "The Eclipse."

"When you see a ghost,

something very
interesting happens.

Your brain
splits in two.

One side of you is rejecting
what you're seeing

because it doesn't tally
with our ordinary idea of reality.

And the other side is screaming,
"But this is real!"

And in that moment
reality itself is collapsed

and reconfigured in a way
that changes you profoundly,

although at the time
you're not aware of it.

When Mary felt someone
sitting on the bed,

a tiny depression,

she assumed that her daughter
had come back

to ask her about
the fortune teller.

Half asleep, she reached out
to reassure her

and, not feeling anything,

she opened her eyes
and looked up.

What she saw was
so casual,

she hardly thought
about it for a moment.

Seeing the dead
woman's face,

she thought,
"Oh, l must be dreaming."

however, when the woman
opened her mouth,

herjaw hanging slack

and her sad eyes
imploring to--"

( crowd whispering )

"her sad eyes--"

( mouths )

um...

"her sad eyes imploring
to Mary from the gloom,

then she knew.

She knew that she was
seeing a ghost.

Then she realized for perhaps
the first time in her life

that she too
would die,

that her husband
would die

and that her children
would die.

She knew
in that moment

that she was looking
at reality."

( piano playing quietly )

Uh, l'll tell you what--

could you just bring me
your best bottle of champagne?

- Yes, sir.
- You have Cristal?

- Of course, sir.
- Perfect. Thank you.

( chuckles )

l'm so sorry.
l had to do this interview.

And l didn't realize
you were in the restaurant.

l thought we were
meeting at the bar.

No no, l didn't want
to meet at the bar

because we couldn't talk
earlier when we were at the bar.

Look at you.
You look fantastic.

Thank you.

And you smell nice.
( chuckles )

So...

it is so good
to see you again.

lt is so good to see you too.

What? What?

Well, l've just been listening
to all of your messages.

Oh oh.

l'm sorry about that.
l started to panic

that maybe
you weren't coming.

- Yeah, l nearly didn't.
- What?

Well, l thought we were
going to behave

like nothing ever happened.

l wish l could.

God, Nicholas.
( laughs )

Lena, honestly,

l'm haunted by that night.

Yeah yeah, it was--

You should see

the shit l've been writing
since that night.

l mean, it's--

it made me question
everything-- the whole lot.

What am l doing with my life?
l'm a fake.

- No, you're not a fake.
- l'm a miserable fake

and the dishonesty
has to end.

l've even been trying
to tell my wife

l don't really love her.
And you're to blame.

l mean, not to blame blame, but--

The thing is,
if you think about it,

we hardly know
each other.

No, l don't know
about past life

- or if we've been here before--
- Now come on.

You brought out
a gentleness in me

that l thought was dead,

gone.

l even tried to tell
Susan about our--

No.

But-- l know--
l didn't.

l didn't have the courage.

Actually, you told me that night

that you and your wife
were separated.

Well, l've never been
more separated

than l was that night.

Okay.

l don't know how this
connection happened, but--

Listen, Nicholas.

l just don't share this... feeling.

l'm sorry.

Because l'm married?

Well, obviously,
there's that.

Because--
because that's--

Even if you weren't,

- l just don't.
- Okay okay, wait. Okay, all right.

Too fast, too fast, too fast.

( laughing ) l realize
l'm a little overwhelming.

Okay, l'm gonna
calm down now.

l'm sorry.

( laughing )

Um, listen.

We're both just here
for a couple of days.

Why don't we just live
in the here and now?

Nicholas, Lena,
l won't disturb you.

Just to let you know
there's a bunch of us

going to go up
as far as lsabel House

for a little
traditional session- -

a bus outside
to take us there,

you know, if you wanted to
follow us up later on or something.

- No, l'll join you.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Only if you're finished now.

- l'm ready.
- Just to give you the option, you know.

- Thank you. l'll be right with you.
- See you outside.

Finished?
What are you doing?

You know, l can't do this.
l'm really sorry.

Le-- Lena.

Lena.

Cristal, sir.

( clock ticking )

( phone ringing )

Hello.

Who's calling, please?

All right, l will.

Hello.

Oh, yeah.
Hi. Hi.

No, not at all.
Not gonna be a problem.

Where are you?

( quiet pop song
playing )

Everything all right?

Yeah.

No, l'm a bit--

l forgot how much drink
flows at these things

and l didn't have anything
to eat and too much wine.

Do you want to stop off
and get something?

No no, l--
it's not necessary.

l'm just-- would you mind
if l had a smoke?

No, not at all.

- Here.
- Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

l don't really smoke.

( laughs )
Neither do l.

Thank you.

l have to open the window.
The kids don't like the smell.

Oh, you have kids?

How old are they?

13 and 10.
No, 14 and 1 1 .

Oh, that's nice.

- Do you have any kids?
- Yes.

l have a son.

He's 18.

He's in his first
year in college,

so l miss him terribly.

l'm sure you do.

Oh my God.
Look at this view.

Can we stop the car
for a moment?

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah.

Lena:
Wow, look at this.

Michael:
Be careful there, Miss Morelle.

Be careful. Don't--

you don't want to get
too close to the edge.

Lena, careful.

- ( exclaims )
- Lena: Oh. Oh my God.

Oh my God.
Are you all right?

( laughs )
Oh my God.

- Are you all right?
- ( moans )

- Lena: Do you want a hand?
- Yeah.

- l'm so sorry. l didn't mean to laugh.
- Jesus Christ.

- Let me help you. Are you okay?
- l think so.

Nothing broken?
Oh my God.

( laughing )
l'm so sorry.

( Michael groans )

Lena: Oh God.

Lena:
Thank you.

- Michael: Good night now.
- Lena: Good night.

- Michael: Need a hand?
- Lena: Yes, please.

lt's so fucking
quiet out here.

Where have they
put me?

Oh, well,
thank you very much.

l'll have to
stay here now.

Will you come in for a minute
just till l get some lights on?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.

Are you hungry?

No no, l'm grand.
Thanks.

l'm starving.
Let's see what we have here.

You'll have to help me.
There's no way l'm dragging

all this cheese and jam
back to London.

Will you have
some red wine

or a drop of--
what is this-- whisky?

No, l won't, thanks.
l have to drive back.

Well, you're taking this home
because l'm not drinking it.

Should be a corkscrew
somewhere.

- Do you need a hand?
- No, l'm good.

( laughing )

What?

l was just thinking
that when you--

when you fell
into that hole,

you just completely
disappeared.

l'm sorry.
lt's really funny.

( chuckles )

l'm glad somebody's amused.
l nearly broke me fucking arse.

Thanks.

This smells very expensive.

- ( Lena mumbles )
- What?

l said stick with me.

Oh, l think l will.
Some life you writers have--

swanning around festivals
and whatnot.

What, are you kidding?
l never do this.

- Why is that?
- 'Cause l get too embarrassed

and l never think
my work is any good

and l'm not
a natural performer.

Well, l thought you were
fantastic this afternoon.

Now l've been doing
this festival

for about 10 years now

and you're one of
the very few writers

that l've ever been
bothered seeing.

You have
such an honesty

in your writing.

lt's the ghosts
in your books--

they're so real.

Yeah, well, could we please
not talk about that,

because it's really
spooky here

and l'll never get to sleep?

Sorry.

Oh, yeah.

Um, l was told
to ask you--

there's a lunch tomorrow
for all the writers.

lt's a real fixture
at the festival.

lt's usually
a bit of fun.

And l could give you
a lift there if you want.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Well, no, not really.

l never normally
drink this much.

And it's just been a really weird
and a very long day. l'm sorry.

Yeah, well, right.
l'm sorry.

l'll leave you in peace.

Try and get some sleep.

Mm.

Oh, Michael,

would you mind
getting me a blanket

from in there?

What, do you not want
to get into bed?

Hmm-mm.
lt's too spooky.

l'd rather sleep in here
with all the lights on.

Oh, thank you.
l'll be all right

once l get
some sleep.

( distant screaming )

What is that?

l don't know.

Probably some kind
of a bird.

You think?

Yeah, a heron,
or maybe a fox.

lt's freaky.

( distant dog barking )

You really believe
in ghosts, don't you?

Why?
Have you seen one?

l don't know.

l mean, can you see the ghost
of someone who's still alive?

Maybe, if that--

if that person's
close to death,

they might come
to you and--

let's please not talk
about this stuff.

- Yeah, l'm sorry.
- You should get going.

Your wife is probably
wondering where you are.

Yeah.

Well, l'll pick you up
for the lunch

tomorrow, okay?

- Good night.
- Good night.

( ocean waves crashing )

- ( screeches )
- Oh fuck!

( car thudding )

( panting )

( door opens
and closes )

- ( light switch clicks )
- All right?

- Where were you?
- l had a problem with the car.

ls Thomas in bed?

What?

What is it?

He went out.

Out? What do you mean,
he went out?

l couldn't stop him.
He wanted a can of coke.

For fuck's sake, Sarah!
Where's your brain?

Where did he go?

- The petrol station.
- What?

- The petrol station.
- The petrol station. What petrol station?

- l don't know.
- Oh, for Jesus's sake.

( door slams )

Michael:
Come on.

Thomas: l just--

Michael: You've no right to go out and
you should have known that, all right?

Give me the sweets.
Give me the sweets.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.

- Hurry up. Get in the car.
- Thomas: l just--

Michael: Get in the car.

Put your seat belt on.

Polish?

Or Romanian?

lrish.

See, now l knew that.

Listen, can l get
one more?

- l know it's late.
- Sure.

- Am l keeping you up?
- Not at all.

- You sure?
- Sure.

( guests chattering )

( chatting )

l don't want
to interrupt.

- Would you mind signing for my niece?
- No, not at all.

Could you make it
to Andrea?

- Yes, of course.
- Thanks.

- Sorry.
- No, you're grand.

l thought your reading
yesterday was brilliant.

Oh, thank you so much.
Thank you.

Thanks a lot. Have you seen
any of the area?

No, not really.
l haven't had the time.

Michael, you should take Lena
up to see Selskar Abbey.

They say
it's haunted.

- That's a good idea.
- That sounds interesting.

Yeah, it is.
l'll see you in a minute.

All right,
Thanks, Jenny.

- She enjoyed my reading.
- A lot of people did.

( laughs )
That's wonderful.

So tell me, Michael,
what do you write?

What do l write? l don't write.
l'm a woodwork teacher.

Someone was telling me
you write.

Who?

Just someone earlier.

No no, l--

l used to mess around
a little when l was younger

like a lot of people,
but no, l don't write.

Well, what did you
write then-- stories?

Yeah, stories mostly,

and some bloody
terrible poetry.

Oh oh, yeah.

( applause )

Jim Belton was telling me
all about you earlier.

- Sorry, what?
- Jim Belton was telling me about you.

Oh, right.
Yeah, sure.

None of us have any secrets
with ol' Jim about the place.

Well, l was sorry to hear
that you lost your wife.

l didn't realize.

Yeah, well,

it's tough on the kids,
you know--

very tough.

Yeah, and very tough
on you too, though.

Yeah yeah, well.

( loud laughter )

Do you ever imagine
your name on a gravestone?

l don't have to imagine.
My parents are buried in here.

Oh, l'm sorry.

No, it was
a while back.

Well, still, it's not easy
to lose a parent.

Nope.

Oh.

What a beautiful place.

They say
your wishes come true

if you're kneel in
under the arch round there

and say a prayer
to St. August.

- And have you tried it?
- As a boy l probably did.

Did it work?

( chuckles )
Not yet.

But that's a busy spot,
you know.

( laughs )

Lena: Oh, look.

Michael: Yeah, Michael Farr.
That's my name.

Lena: And Angela.

He asked her up to dance
when they were both 17.

They went to the dance
with different people.

lt was nearly war,
l believe.

Oh, so love
conquers all.

l don't know.

He was an awful man.

Really?

Yeah, well...

l mean, she was crazy
about him, but he was--

he was always looking over
the next hill, you know.

Hmm.

What?

No, nothing.

You were about to say men are always
looking over the next hill, weren't you?

- No, l wasn't.
- You were, weren't you?

No, l wasn't.
l was going to ask you

if this is the place your wife
was buried as well,

and then l thought
it might be too personal.

No, she's--

she's somewhere else.

( thunder rumbling )

You never came close
to tying the knot yourself?

Oh, no, l'm a complete disaster.

Not that l haven't had a few offers.
Don't get me wrong.

No, l'm sure you have.

( thunder crashing )

- Oh.
- Here.

Go on this way.

Go on. Get in there.
Get in there.

( Lena laughs )

Welcome to lreland.

( crows cawing )

Michael:
When did you see a ghost?

Lena: l must have been
about 1 1 years old.

And l was on holiday
with my parents

in ltaly.

We were staying
at this hostel.

And one night
l woke up

and there was
this little girl

sitting on the edge
of my bed.

And she said something
to me in ltalian.

She said
something about

looking for her sister,
l think.

And--

and then she just
disappeared.

Were you freaked out?

Yes, l was terrified.

But at the same time

l was so intrigued
and fascinated

that l actually ended up studying
theoretical physics at university.

- Jesus.
- Just for one year.

Because that moment
had awakened

such a curiosity within me.

But why?

What have you seen?

Michael: Well, it's weird, but--

Lena:
Oh my God, look.

- ( Nicholas moaning )
- Nicholas!

Nicholas,
what happened?

Some idiot
gave me shellfish.

- Lena: Oh my God.
- Man: ls he going to be all right?

- He's allergic to shellfish.
- We never gave him shellfish.

( mumbling )
They gave me shellfish!

Maybe we should call an ambulance.
Michael, call an ambulance.

- l have a carjust down here.
- We'll take you in the car.

- Nicholas: Jesus.
- Come, we'll take you.

We'll take you
in Michael's car.

We'll take you
to the hospital.

- My heart is racing.
- Just breathe.

Try and take
frequent breaths

- Through the nose.
- ( Nicholas groans )

Oh, are you
getting sick?

( moaning )

Michael: Well?

Well, they gave him
some antihistamine

and brought his heart rate
back down,

but they say it might have
been a panic attack.

- Oh, right.
- Yeah.

Well, he'll be all right.
They'll let him go.

Oh, good.

l'm--

l might stay
and wait with him.

He's a bit shook up.

Well, do you want me
to stay with you?

No, that wouldn't be fair.
We'll take a taxi.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

You should get back
to your kids.

Yeah, okay.
Well, if you need anything,

just give me a call.

l will.

Okay, l'll--
( chuckles )

Thanks for everything.

Thanks for a lovely day.

lt's all right, l--

Bye.

( tower bells chiming )

Sister.

( thunder rumbling )

( thunder continues,
rain pattering )

( cartoon playing )

( kids giggling )

( rain pattering )

( creaking )

( rumbling )

( screeching )

No! No, Malachy!

No!

No! No!

- No!
- Dad, wake up.

Dad, what happened?

- ( crying )
- No, it's just--

it's just a dream.
lt's just a dream.

Shh, it's okay.

Shh.

lt's okay, Sarah.
Shh, it's okay.

lt's okay.
lt's just a dream.

There there.
lt's just a dream.

Shh.

lt's okay.
lt's just a dream.

Shh.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah, thanks.

l just want
to make a call.

( phone ringing )

Look, l'll grab that cup of tea,

uh...

when l get back.
l just--

( door opens
and closes )

( crows cawing )

Jesus.

Jesus Christ!

( woman screaming )

( tires screech )

( pounding )

( lock rattling )

Oh, Michael.

l didn't know
who else to talk to.

What happened?
What's wrong?

Uh...

- What the hell is going on?
- lt's all right, Nicholas.

Nicholas: Do you have
any idea what time it is?

- What's he doing here?
- l'm sorry.

- Nicholas: lt's half 5:00 in the morning.
- Shh, Nicholas, it's okay.

Nicholas: lt's not okay.
lt's 5:30 in the morning.

l didn't know
you were here.

Well, it's a good thing
l bloody well was.

You stop harassing
this woman.

Lena:
That's enough! Just stop it!

Nicholas: l'll call the police.
He's a bloody stalker.

Lena: This is the man who
helped you last night, so just stop it.

Michael, Michael.

Michael, what's the matter?
What's wrong?

What happened?

l have to go.

l-- l shouldn't have
come here.

Lena, can l just tell you
that you're insane

to encourage
that type?

You should leave,
Nicholas.

- What?
- What's it to you who calls here anyway?

Lena, that guy is a stalker.

- No, he's not a stalker.
- l see the way he looks at you.

He's a stalker.
They're failed writers, all of them.

They get us to come
to their festival

and then they start
hitting us with their books

and their ideas
and their obsessions.

l'm telling you, the guys who drive
you around-- they're the worst.

l wouldn't even be here
in the first place if you hadn't lied to me.

What's the matter with you?
Are you fucking nuts?

Wait wait wait,
l didn't lie to you.

Just leave, Nicholas.
l want you to leave.

l shouldn't have let you
stay here in the first place.

How can l just leave?
We're in the middle of nowhere.

l don't care.
Call a taxi.

Lena.

Lena, come on.

Excuse me.

Oh, there's a woman
after my own heart.

Thank you.

Hi.

l remember you.
Last year, right?

Woman: Ah, Nicholas,
come and meet Carlo.

- Carlo: Nicholas, so nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Carlo: Would you oblige me
by signing my program?

Why, certainly, yes.
Have you seen Lena Morelle?

No, l haven't seen her at all.

- No?
- Cheers, Nicholas. Thank you.

Woman:
Can you sign this, Nicholas?

Oh, certainly.

- Can you sign mine too?
- Pleasure. Yes, of course.

Woman: Thanks. Oh.
( chuckles )

Sorry.
There you are.

- Woman: Thanks.
- l'll be back to you.

- Are you taking off?
- Just a few more days.

l'll be back to you.
l just--

- Lena.
- Nicholas.

- Your wife is here.
- My what?

Your wife is here. We just
booked her into the hotel.

She left her bag
in the room.

What?
My wife is here?

- Jim: We decided...
- Michael: You decided?

- ...as a gesture...
- Michael: As a gesture?

- ...to fly her in here.
- Michael: You flew her in here?

And there she is.

- ( applause )
- Susan.

( Nicholas laughs )

He just told me.
l can't believe--

what?

What are you doing?

Thanks, Jim.

Michael: Sorry.
Would you excuse me?

Hello.

Lena, hi.

No.

Jesus.

Yeah, listen,

l'm sorry about
what happened this morning.

Mm-hmm.

And you're sure
you didn't do this to yourself?

l mean, if you were dreaming,
you could have been

banging around the wardrobe
sleepwalking.

Yeah, that's possible,
l suppose,

but it's not
like a dream.

You-- you--
you can't explain it.

What time did Malachy die at?

We don't know yet.

But l've been seeing him

over the past few days.

( groans )

l don't know.

l've been writing
a lot of it down.

Would you let me read that?

Oh, l--

l don't know.

Have you-- have you
ever seen Eleanor--

l mean, since she
passed away?

No.

And l wish l did

because you're terrified
of forgetting that person.

l mean, you hang on
to the pain even

because you're afraid
that if you let it go...

That you'll lose them.
Yeah, l know.

Nicholas: Stop.
Would you stop the car?

( mumbling )

Lena:
Oh, for fuck's sake.

( taxi drives off )

Lena. Lena.

Nicholas,
l'm going to bed.

No, listen,
l told her.

We're free. lt's over.

Lena: Please, Nicholas,
l'm going to bed.

Nicholas: Lena, you have to
help me through this.

Lena: Please go home.
You're drunk.

Nicholas: What am l gonna do?
The taxi's gone.

l don't care. l'm gonna
call you another taxi.

- Where am l gonna go?
- Please just go home. Leave.

♪ lf it weren't
for the alligators ♪

♪ l'd sleep here ♪

♪ ln the woods ♪

♪ But l don't-- ♪

Nicholas, please stop.

♪ You're welcome here ♪

♪ Kind stranger. ♪

( chuckles ) That's what
you're supposed to say.

Oh.

Oh, l see.

This genius.

Every time l turn around,
this stalker's haunting me.

Nicholas.

Why don't you do us
both a favor

and take a hike
before you get hurt?

Nicholas,
you're drunk.

l'm not drunk!
l'm not drunk!

Okay, you want to be
a tough guy?

Why don't we just--
want to fight for her?

- Don't be daft.
- Come on, come on.

Come on,
let's fight for her.

Come on, come on.

Jesus Christ.
Stop, Nicholas.

lt's all right.
He says he's boxed.

Michael, please don't fight him.
Please don't.

Please stop.

That's right.

That's it. Put your guard up.
Put your guard up.

Stop it,
Nicholas, please.

- ( mirror shatters )
- Oh my God.

- Okay, it's all right.
- Are you crazy?

- l'll pay for all that.
- Are you crazy?

Okay, all right,
l think he's had enough.

- You had enough?
- Lena: Just leave him--

Stop it! Stop it!

l said stop it!

Stop it.
Let him go.

Nicholas, stop.

Sorry.
l'm sorry.

Shit.
Fuck.

That was
a total fucking accident.

- Just your boyfriend--
- Stay away from me!

Stay away from me!

Ow!

( screaming )

- Okay okay.
- Michael: Let go!

- l'm letting go.
- Michael: Let go.

l let go.
l let go!

- ( Lena coughing )
- ( Nicholas moaning )

Michael:
Jesus Christ.

Come on.

Okay okay.

Okay, you win. You win.

You win.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah yeah.

( both laughing )

Ow.

Michael:
Are you going to be all right?

Lena: Yeah.

l'm going to have
a fucking black eye.

( both laughing )

Michael: Actually, l'm going
to be stiff for a month.

( groans )

Lena: God.

You know, l'm really sorry
about all this, Michael.

You have nothing
to be sorry for.

Oh, l don't know
about that.

( car approaches )

There's your taxi.

Yeah.

l really--
l need to go home, Michael.

These past few days
have just been so crazy.

l've been--

l know.

( car engine idling )

( car door closes,
car drives off )

( gasps )

( sobbing )

- Michael: Have fun.
- See you, Dad.

Dad.

Michael's voice:
Hi, you can leave a message

for Michael, Thomas
or Sarah. Thanks.

( machine beeps )

Oh, hi, Michael.
lt's Lena here.

l just wanted to say thanks
for looking after me so well.

And we never really got a chance
to say goodbye properly

after that
mad mad night.

Um, and l wanted to say
thanks for your stories.

l was very flattered
to get them.

They're great!

And l hope
you don't mind,

but l showed them to my
friend Maurice Fuhrman

at a dinner party
l had here the other night.

And he publishes mystery,
horror, supernatural stuff.

And he really
liked them.

They really are beautifully
written, Michael.

Anyway, so l thought

if you ever
wanted me to...

put you
in contact or--

well, l don't want
to use up all your time.

l just need
your address.

And if you're coming
to London for any reason,

please do let me know

because l'd love to--

l'd love
to meet up again

and, uh, yeah.

Anyway,
l'm rambling on.

l hope things are
going well for you

and you're not being
too harassed

by-- by life.

Anyways, call me.

( machine beeps )

Ringo.

( muttering )

Sit.

( piano music playing )