All language subtitles for Patrick.Melrose.S01E01.RERiP.BDRip.x264-DEMAND

[ Telephone rings]

[ Ringing continues]

- Hello.
-[ Static hisses]

[ Echoes] Hello?

MAN: Patrick?

Hello, Patrick, is that you?

PATRICK: Nicholas?

Patrick, I'm afraid
I have rather bad news.

-[ Static continues]
- Hello?

Hello, Patrick, can you hear me?

I'm in New York.

There appears to be a delay.

- Can you hear me?
- Yes.

L-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.

NICHOLAS: 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. MacDonald's,
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.

NICHOLAS:
Then we must meet up.

Why don't we meet
at the Key Club?

George Watfords 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.

[Sighs]

[ Chuckles ]

♪ La, Ia, la, Ia, Ia,
la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, Ia, Ia, la, Ia, Ia,
la, la, la, la-la, la I

♪ Now that We km everything
to you 3

♪ You say you want to
start something new I

IAnd ifs breaking my heart
you're leaving I

I Baby, I'm grieving I

♪ But if you want to leave,
take good care ♪

♪ Hope you have a lot
of nice things to wear I

♪ But then a lot of nice things
turn bad out there ♪

♪ Oh, baby, baby,
it's a wild world ♪

♪ It's hard to get by
just upon a smile ♪

Old bastards
only gone and died.

♪ Oh, baby, baby,
it's a wild world ♪

♪ And I'll always remember you
like a child, girl ♪

How did he die?

I forgot to ask.
I was too dizzy with glee.

I'm sorry,
I mean dazed with grief.

Mm-hmm,

I wonder, could you please
stop fiddling with my hair?

[Sighs] 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.

"Sufferings what takes place
when 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 her0in'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.

Well, I'd better leave
before you start to tell me

to seize the fucking day.

Do you think,
now that he's dead,

that you could be
a little less like him?

Unlikely. I'll merely
have to do the work of two.

[Sighs]

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.

-[ Laughs]
- 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.

[Sighs]

Please don't take this
the wrong way,

but does this mean you're now
fantastically rich?

No. My mummy's the one
with all the money,

and she's very healthy.

PATRICK: "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.

[Mid-tempo music playing]

- Well, good luck.
- Hmm.

Don't score off the streets.

I'm not going to
score off anywhere.

Seriously, Johnny.

Look, 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 ever happened to me,

and I want to get it
absolutely right.

I wish I had
your determination.

Thank you for the lift.

As on 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

3 HEW man.

An entirely new man.

[Airplane engine whines]

[Airplane tires screech ]

WOMAN ON P.A.: Will all
passengers recently arrived

from London Heathrow

please make your way
to the baggage claim...

[Siren wails in distance]

“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.

[ Groans ]

Mm, Va!ium's wearing off.

Feeling just
a little twitchy now.

Hold an.

Just hold on.

[Horns blaring]

Queasy, nervous,
maggots under {he skin,

a litter of drowning kittens
in my stomach.

Fuck off!

Look, can you lake
another route?

I really, really need
to get to my hotel.

[ Horns honking]

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
immediately?

-[ Loud ding ]
- Of course.

BELLBOY: 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.

[ Elevator bell dings]

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
ifs the last time.

Or among the last times.

Not {his time.
This time it's different.

No prisoners.

Concentration like
a flamethrower.

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.

[ Groans ]

[American accent] For the best
heroin in town,

simply call Pierre, 555-1726.

That's Pierre, 5551726.

Don't think about it.

[As Nanny] Patrick!

Yes, Nanny?

What you need, young man,

is a nice walk in the park.

[ Exhales sharply]

No smack, though!

I want to make that
absolutely dear.

No, Nanny.
No smack, I swear.

- Got any quaaludes?
- Sure, I got quaaludes.

Lemmon 714s, $5 each.

[Normal voice] Well, I can
hardly be expected

to give up everything at once,
can I?

I'll take, uh, five.

No, six.
What about speed?

Why the he“ 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 heard they give you
free heroin there.

- Don't bother the man.
- Well, not exactly free.

Take your coat off, man.
You sweating.

Want to buy some smack,
British guy'?

I got cocaine too.
It's real good shit.

- Yo, I said don't bother him.
-[ Sniffs ]

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.

[ Coughs 1

Sorry, can I have
a glass of water'? I [Coughs]

A large pill stuck in my...

[ coughs 1

Not enough saliva.

[ Gulps ] Ah!

[ Inhales sharply]
Ahh.

Now...
[ Clears throat]

I've come to see the corpse
of David Melrose.

[ Elevator bell dings]

You'll find Mr. Melrose
at the end of the corridor.

DAVID: Patrick!
Come here! Right now!

[Softly] Mercury, Venus,
Earth, Mars...

...Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus.

[ Indistinct talking
and up-tempo music playing]

Martini, sir?

What?
Uh, no, thank you.

Mojito? Mint julep?
Old-fashioned?

Oh!
How did you know Herman?

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, 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 really 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, come on.

Get this right.

Is it...

Is it Dad?

Il 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.

[Breathing heavily]

No. No.

No, no, no!

[ Groans ]

[Grunting]

Fuck.

[ Inhaling, exhaling sharply]

[ American accent ] Oh, you were
so fucking sad, Dad, man,

and now you're trying to
make me sad too.

Boo-hoe. [ Sniffs ]
[ Normal voice ] Well, bad luck.

[Door slams]

[Horns blaring]

WOMAN: 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.

[smrpsl

-[ Gulps ]
- WOMAN: Well, that looks fun.

[ Groans ]
Uh! Antibiotics.

- Patrick.
- Hi.

- 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.

- Another of these?
- Certainly.

For me, it's 9:00.

For you, it's always 9:00.

Oh, what the hell.
A martini for me too, please.

- So have you been to the...
- The mortuary?

Yes, yes.
The best I've ever seen him.

Well, I don'! want to
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.

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 fathers 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

[Voice distorts]
so keen to talk to you today.

PATRICK:
Here come the quaaludes.

Patrick, are you okay?

Jet lag kicking in-in.

- You want to go lie down?
- No, let's not exaggerate.

Just a little sleepy.

The antibiotics.

Excuse me.

[ Thud 1

[Groaning]

[Grunts]

[Squeaking on wall]

[ Groans ]

RECEPTIONIST: Mr. Melrose.
- Hah.

- All good?
- M m.

[Mumbling ] Very jet-lagged.

Oh, fuck.

[Snorting]

[Sniffs] Blblbl!

[Toilet flushes]

That'll fool them!
[ Laughs ]

- Whew!
- Oh, good God.

- What happened to you in there?
- 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 (his.

...I promised
I'd get your mother.

Retreat, escape, eject, eject!

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 shoulcfve done more.

[ Exhales sharply]
I'm sorry.

L-I really --
I really have to go.

What?
We've barely...

I've got to be
at the solicitofis by 5:00.

- 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 -- and I'm very grateful.

But I-l really --

I really must be going now.

Bye. Bye!

[Up-tempo classical music
Plays 1

Ahh!
We've taken Aqaba!

WAITER: Sir?

I'll have another of your
very refreshing martinis

and some salmon tartare
followed by some steak tartare.

Tartare ta rta re.

Spicy, very spicy.
And your wine list.

[As Nanny] 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.

PATRICK: Mmm! You see?
That still works.

Everything is under control.

Very good, thank you.

- But it's not heroin.
- Shh!

Mmm!

Most people withdrawing
from heroin, high an 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 créme brfilée
and a marc de Bourgogne.

But it's still not heroin,
is it?

Hero/ms the cavalry,
the missing chair leg.

Heroin is love.

[American accent] Simply call
555-1726!

Shut up!

- Everything okay, sir?
- You keep asking that.

But how can
everything be okay?

It's simply too much
to hope for.

Because there have been
some complaints.

You mean the voices
aren't just in my head?

Fuck.

Perhaps I ought to
get the, um...

[ Laughs] 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 lime for the morning --
that's aiL.

And if he doesn't answer,
no smack at all.

Leave it to fate.

Good idea.

555-1726.

-[ Line ringing]
-[ Exhales slowly]

[Groans] Ohm

-[ Beep ]
- This is Pierre.

I can't come to the phone
right now...

Fuck you, fate!

Fuck, fuck.
Fuck, fucking fate, fuck, fuck!

[ Groans ]

[Breathing heavily]

Oh, God.

Okay, man, we're here.

- This some bad place, you know?
- That's what I'm relying on.

Uh, just wait here for me,
will you?

Crazy man.
I'm not waiting here.

[ Tires screech, car departs]

Oh, fuck.

[indistinct talking,
siren wails in distance]

What do you want, man?
What you looking for?

Smack.

Shit.
You a policeman?

Certainly not.
I'm an Englishman.

Can you take me to Lorettds?

Sure, I can take you
to Loretta's.

This way.

You want it, don't you?

[Man shouts indistinctly]

Don't stick him!
Don't stick him!

Don't stick him! Don'!
stick him! Don't stick him!

Don't stick him!

-[ Laughs] He -- He's my man.
- Hello, Chilly!

I didn't know you knew Chilly.

Yeah, well,
I-it's a small world.

Were you really
going to stab me?

Sure, I was gonna stab you.

- Yeah.
-[ Clicks ]

My name's Mark.

Well, thank you, Mark,
for not stabbing me.

[ Chuckles ]

Where you been, Patrick?

Oh, here and there.

[Laughs]

- Can you take me to Lorettds?
- Yeah, it's -- no.

It's this way.

Oh, man, you look good!

- PATRICK: I don't feel good.
-[ Laughs]

- WOMAN: Who is it?
- Chilly Willy.

- How much you want?
-50.

- Om
-eo.

So how's Mrs. Willy, Chilly?
Is she well?

Here.

Hey, baby, baby, baby.

[ Laughs]
Look what I got!

[Laughs]

You've done something
to the room.

It's different.
What's different?

It got on fire.

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, all right, all right.

-[ Clears throat] How much?
- Two bags.

Could I possibly use
your bathroom?

-[ Electricity crackling ]
- Come on.

Come on.

-[ Water splashes]
- Shit. Fuck!

[Grunts]

[ Groans ]

[ Inhales sharply]

-[ Electricity zaps]
- Oww!

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 (he best or go without.

Colombian cocaine
and then China White.

Come on, Pierre.
Just be there, will you?

555-1726.

[Line ringing]

[Sniffs]

PIERRE:
[French accent] Hello?

Pierre?
Is that really you?

- Who is this?
- Patrick from London.

I'm having trouble sleeping.

-20 minutes.
-[ Click, dial tone]

- Ca va?
- It's a nightmare out there.

So...

What was he like?

PATRICK: 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.
Sort of 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.

PIERRE:
Tu regrettes qu'il es! molt?

I regret he lived.

Mais sans Iui,
you wouldn't exist.

One mustn't be too egotistical
about these things.

PATRICK:
Now for the cocaine.

I had been trying to
give this up.

[ Exhales slowly]

[ Gasping ]

- PIERRE: Now...
- Oh, God.

...take the heroin.

PATRICK: Oh, God.
Oh, God.

[ Panting ]

[Grunts]

Naturally I have dined
in Les Bains, Les Baux,

but I've also dined
in Quito and Khartoum.

And when
the ferocious Yanomami

offered me a dish
of human flesh,

I did not allow prudishness

to prevent me
from requesting a third portion.

Indeed, I did not, sir.

Human flesh?
I ask you, what next? Hm!

You always were a strange boy.

Tonight's special
includes a frisson of

sodium-free Colombian cocaine

nestling on a bed of wild
baby Chinese White Heroin.

♪ Ooh, you're Canada Dry I

Tell you about the aristocracy
and their filthy ways.

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!

[ Pounding ]

[ Inhales deeply]

[ Exhales slowly]

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.

Um, is there
something in there?

Yes, Patrick.
Your mom and dad.

M-Mom 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.

Now 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!
-[ Gunfire ]

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.

[Gasps]

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Telephone rings]

[ Ringing continues]

[Line clicks]

WOMAN: Hello?

Hello, Patrick?

PATRICK: Mother?

Um...

Can you hear me?

Patrick, I heard the news.

I don't know what to say.

Mother?

Hello?

Hello? It's me!

[ Exhales sharply]
Fuck.

- You sound sleepy.
-[ Groans ]

Are you sleeping?
Have I woken you up?

Oh, I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry.

[ Exhales sharply]

It's 5:30 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.

DEBBIE:
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.

This is 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 7:30.

I've faxed you the address.

I've got drinks with
my father's awful friends,

but I'll -- I'll see
whether I'm up to it later.

-[ Line clicks]
Remember, I -- I do love you.

-[ Dial tone]
- Patrick?

Patrick?

♪ Video killed the radio star I

- ♪ In my mind and in my car ♪
- Marianne, Marianne, Marianne.

♪ We can't rewind,
we've gone too far S'

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!

Everything5 wrong. Everything5
hopelessly fucked up!

-[ Grunts ]
-[ Clatters ]

Ice! Must have more of your
delicious ice, por favor!

Room 3318.

♪ Another Sunday night r

♪ It's funny how their missus
always look the bleeding same ♪

Shit.

I There's a couple
of likely lads I'

♪ Who swear like,
"How's your father?" ♪

Shit.

♪ They're cool for cats ♪

♪ Con! for eats A'

♪ To change the mood a Rifle I

Aaah!

I On seeing my reflection,
I'rn looking slightly rough I'

♪ I fancy this, I fancy that,
I want to be so flash ♪

MAN:
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 even 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.

Ii peels and slivers carrots,
peels potatoes,

and slices
paper-thin potato chips.

This amazing...

These aren't my arms.

Grates cheese and makes

beautiful
decorative vegetables.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

[ On TV ] Yea-ham

I didn't feel a thing!

[Sighs]

[Hums tune]

Hm. Pip, Pip-

Be prepared.

[Siren wails]

[ Horns honking]

- Oh, Patrick. Bang on time!
- George!

Just like your father.
He was very, very proud of you.

- But 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...

PATRICK:
No, nothing like that.

I just -- I picked
something up on the plane.

It suits you.
Very raffish.

- You'll fit right in here.
-[ Laughing ] 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.

- Oh! Have you had a Bullshot?
- No!

- Waiter, waiter.
- Yes, sh'?

- Three Bullshots, please.
- Right away.

I've invited Ballantine Morgan,

though I suspect
he's the most frightful bore.

Yes, 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 gangs 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! [Chuckles]
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?

True, I did once ask him to stop
being quite so argumentative.

- BALLANTINE: What did he say?
- Told me to bugger oh'.

[ Laughter]

What a lot
of faithful gundogs.

- Sorry?
- There.

Are you interested
in hunting, Patrick?

- Oh, Christ, here we go.
- 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. It's from my father.

- Nicholas, you know the one.
- Steady on, Patrick. Enough now.

My 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 sewed...

There were 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.

DAVID AND PATRICK:
Much the kindest thing to do.

Everyone agreed.

Eventually.

DAVID:
And that, I think,

was the beginning of
my love affair with medicine.

[Wheezing laugh]

[Mid-tempo piano music plays]

[Music continues]

[ Gags 1

Excuse me.

[ Retches ]

[Toilet flushes]

You might have used
the stall.

Oh. Good idea.

[Siren wails in distance]

[Snares softly]

Oh, Christ.
Dad!

I've got to pick up Dad.
Fuck.

Excuse me.

Hello. Hello?

-[ Banging on door]
- 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 cant leave without him!

It's David Melrose.

Please.

[ Panting ]

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 gel her in the mood.

Or 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.

[ Doorbell chimes]

Hello, I'm Patrick.
Mariannds friend.

Nancy. Nancy Banks.
We have met.

- Yes, of course! Oh! Ha.
-[ Laughs]

Sorry, bit distracted.

It's just, um...

Yes, Marianne told us.
Is that him?

I'll tell Consuela there'll be
one more for dinner.

-[ Laughs]
Marianne!

- She is dying to see you.
- Aww!

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.
Is I.

Marianne says
he was a remarkable man.

You should have heard
the remarks.

Was it a difficult
relationship, Patrick?

Yes, Nancy.
Yes, it was.

JERRY:
When did the trouble start?

9th of June, 1906.
The day he was born.

Well, fatherhood was very
different in those days.

Yes, perhaps he just didn't
know how to express his love.

Cruelty is the opposite of love,

not some inarticulate expression
of it.

MARIANNE:
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.

Cam you ten?
I want to be buried right here.

If! 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 all rig ht
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.

[Both chuckle]

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
or dulls the senses.

Your point being?

I absolutely agree.

I don't usually either
but, you know, grief.

Say something.
Remember haw this is done.

Something other than lies
or ridicule or contempt.

Debbie sends her love.

- No! that, you fucking idiot!
Sweet Debbie.

- How is she?
- Oh, she's a great girl.

[ Clears throat]
Very, very supportive.

Change {he 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.

I imagined myself
in 'Twelve Angry Men"

being terrifically articulate,
righting wrongs...

You'd have been
a wonderful lawyer.

Yeah, 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.

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?
Hmm.

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?

Well, just that...

Never mind.

Patrick, I, um --
I should be getting back.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no. M-Marianne

We've always had a connection,
haven't we?

I mean, I'm -- 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'?

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, um,
sometimes I-l 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!
You 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'! want to be
on my own tonight. I can't.

There isn't anyone else.
Just sit with me.

Don't leave me alone.

But you're not alone.

Let's go.

[ Panting ]

She's right.

You're not alone.

And you never will be.

Death and destruction.

- Shame and violence.
-[ Helicopter whirring]

Ungovernable shame
and violence!

Just fuck off!

[Grunts]

[Grunting]

[ Clattering 1

[Grunts]

Oh! Fuck!

I'm gonna flush you
down the loo,

send you to the sewers with
the alligators and the shit!

How?!

[Mid-tempo music playing]

[Music stops]

[Grunts]

[ Panting ]

What's the point
of a fucking window

if you can't jump out of it?

I want to die.

I want to die.

Well, ifs not as if
you don't have the means.

Anesthetic first,
surely, Doctor'?

[As David ] No, Patrick.

Scalpel first,
anesthetic afterwards.

[ Normal voice] Shh!

You're safe.
Nobody can find you here.

But what if
nobody finds me here?

DAVID: 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 rig ht?

Don't mind.

[ Whimper51

DAVID:
I'm a very tired man.

Come and talk to me, Patrick.

Patrick, come and talk
to your dear old dad.

Please.

[ Hyperventilating ]

Come OH, COME' 0/7, COME 0/7,
come on, come OI], C0016 Ofl.

Lei's just go ahead

and finish ii.

[Breathing heavily]

Oh!

[ Hyperventilating ]

[Heartbeat pounding ]

[Groaning softly]

YOUNG PATRICK: Mummy?

ELEANOR:
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.

[Grunting]

'Md 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.

Mm.

[ Elevator bell dings]

BELLBOY:
“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.

[Chuckles]
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.

“Enjoy" isn't the word.
I loved it!

BELLBOY: 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.
[Laughs]

Never mind.

[Sighs] Never mind.

[ PA. chimes]

WOMAN ON P.A.:
This is the final call

for Flight BA002
to London Heathrow.

Would all passengers
for Flight BA002

please make your way
to the boarding gate now.

[Coins clinking]

[Line ringing]

Oh, come on, come on.

[Click]

Johnny, Johnny,
can you hear me?

JOHNNY:
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 all right?

Patrick? Tell me when you land.
I'll come and meet you.

Um, look, I-l 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.

T-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?

[Sobbing]

[ Nick Lowe's
“Heart of the City" plays]

♪ We're in the heart
of the city I

♪ Where the alligator roams I

♪ I'm a little lost lamb I

♪ Ain't got no place to go I

I Now, I ain't got one penny I

♪ Just got a shirt on my back I

♪ I left home in a hurry I

♪ Girl, I ain't never
going back ♪

♪ I'm looking for a home
in the heart of the city ♪

♪ The heart-heart
of the city I

♪ Heart-heart I

♪ Ooh, yeah I

♪ Heart-heart of the city I

♪ Heart-heart I