All language subtitles for The.Last.Letter.From.Your.Lover.English-WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

[man] Everything's
going to be fine, darling.

Madam, it's so wonderful to see you.

Welcome home from the hospital.

Jenny, this is Mrs Cordoza.

Yes.

Thank you.

I'll show you to your room, madam.

[Mrs Cordoza]
Everything is just as you like it.

[sirens wailing, faint]

[sirens wailing, fades]

I'm so happy to have you back home.

Goodnight, dear Jenny.

Goodnight, Lawrence.

Larry.

You call me Larry.

Larry.

[moans]

[man] Hey.

[moans]

Hey. [grunts]

Oh, hey. Um...

-Fancy seeing you here. [chuckles]
-[man chuckles]

[yawns]

I actually have to
sort of start getting ready for work,

so might have to ask you to, um...

If you don't mind.

This is, actually, my flat. So...

Oh, shit. Um...

Well, in that case, at ease, monsieur.

No problemo.

I'd love to see you again. As in, um...

I had a really great time last night.

Um, well...

-The thing is, Rob, I'm just--
-My name's not Rob.

-Andrew.
-Andrew...

um, I actually-- I just sort of
came out of quite a...

straight up soul-destroying--

So, thank you, for--

I'm just saying
I could give you my number.

Or you could not.

And we could avoid the whole, you know,
me feeling guilty, never calling you back.

You feeling dejected,
never hearing from me again.

I feel so used.

You know what, Rob, welcome to my world.

Name's not Rob.

Andrew.

Fuck. Sorry.

Well... Andrew.

It's been very nice meeting you,

and you have a lovely day.

-[upbeat pop song playing]
-Bye.

-Ellie?
-Yes. Yes.

[woman] ♪ Try to withdraw completely ♪

♪ Damn
You ain't gonna pin this one on me ♪

♪ One thing's for sure
I'm not sleeping here tonight ♪

♪ And I'm not interested
In what you think is best I

♪ But I get so lonely
I can't relate to anyone ♪

♪ And my heart is or yin' out ♪

♪ I'm on my knees

♪ I'm beggin', please ♪

How's it going?

[song fades]

-Staff meeting in five.
-[Ellie] Nick?

-Nick.
-I'm not talking to you, Ellie,

because talking to you is only going to
involve me losing my shit.

What did I do?

Yeah, I get it.
You've had a shit year, Ellie.

But it is just not cool
to so flagrantly disrespect us.

What are you talking about?

[woman] You abandoned us
last night. Again.

We heard you went off with
some random guy at the bar.

How do you think
that's supposed to make us feel?

-All right, I'm sorry.
-And on my birthday.

I'm really sorry. Nick.

I'm serious.

Are you stressed? You seem stressed.

Mary Ellen died and Janet wants a feature.
There are not enough hours in the day.

-When?
-This Sunday's edition.

-No, when did she die?
-A couple of days ago.

-That's so sad. How?
-Yeah. Old age.

God, I really wanna die that way.

Look, why don't I take this one?

I've got about two hours left
on this polish

and then my schedule is wide open.

Okay?

Okay, okay.

Consider your load
officially lightened, my friend.

-Morning, everyone.
-[all] Morning.

How are we all?

- I feel good.
-Great.

[elevator bell dings]

-Hi.
-Hi.

How you doing?

Good, thanks.

I'm writing a feature on the paper's
longest-serving women's editor.

-She just died.
-Yeah?

Uh-- Oh, no. Yeah. No.

It's my understanding

she donated her entire collection
of writings to the archives--

What time was your appointment? Sorry.

No. Sorry. I, um-- I work here.

Yeah. No. The thing is, you--
you still need to make an appointment.

-We don't just let people in the archive.
-Even for staff? Even though I work here?

Yeah. No. Sorry.

So if you go online,
you can find our online catalogue

and then decide
whatever it is you want to view.

But I've done it a million times before.
And literally--

And then either myself
or someone from the archive team

readies your documents.

In which case, I would love
to make an appointment, please.

Appointments have to be made online,
through our--

Seriously?

-Online portal.
-Online portal.

You know what?

Thanks so much for all your help today,

and I will see you again sometime soon.

[elevator bell dings]

[miaows]

[vehicle doors closing]

[engine starts]

[miaows]

[woman] Wish I could lose my memory.

I'd run off into the sunset and forget
I ever married Francis in the first place.

[chuckles]

[Jennifer] Do you know how it happened?
Where I was going?

Larry says you were out running errands.

-Mmm.
-Beyond that, I'm sorry, I don't.

So you really don't remember anything?

I remember in gaps.

I don't know how I'm meant to behave.
I don't know...

I don't know how I felt about my life.

I don't...

All right, darling. I'll fill you in.

You're lovely...

and funny...

and full of joie de vivre.

You have the perfect life,

the cleverest best friend,

the rich, handsome husband,
who adores you.

Do you know why we don't have children?

He's away an awful lot, your husband.

It's one of the reasons
I've always been horribly envious of you.

Oh, you'll be fine, darling.

In the meantime, try to have fun tonight.

Yeah.

[woman] I don't believe it.
Harold Wilson? The Harold Wilson?

-The very same.
-[woman laughs]

Well, please tell me
he took you somewhere scrumptious.

-La Ritz.
-[guests gasping]

[Lawrence] Yeah.

[fading] His favourite place to holiday
is the Scilly Isles. He adores seafood.

He feels that the party now has a chance
of gaining a larger majority.

[woman] Gentlemen, gentlemen,
this is all very well and good,

but what we really want to know is,

what does the prime minister
like for dessert?

[guests laughing]

Darling, I think that's enough.

-But it's just my second--
-Doctor's orders.

Just water.

[woman 2] Speaking of which,
you really don't remember anything?

-Anne.
-What?

[man] How about some coffee? Anyone?

-[woman] Yes, please.
-[guests chattering, laughing]

[elevator bell dings]

Hi.

-Hi.
-How are you doing?

-Mm-hmm. You?
-Phenomenal.

Everything's ready for you
in the reading room.

Mmm!

Spectacular.

But, sorry, we don't allow food or drink.

Oh.

Mmm.

Right this way.

So, this is everything from about '65
up until around '86, '87.

These are her actual notebooks?

Yeah, they should be. Yeah.

Thanks.

Um, I just wanted to say, quickly,

I really enjoyed your feature
on starter marriages

and all the online dating stuff.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah, yeah.

The bit about, you know, the difference
between passionate and companionate love?

I never really thought of it
like that before.

Thanks.

That gives me a warm, gooey feeling,

knowing my unadulterated misery
has finally been put to good use.

[chuckles]

So, how does someone like you end up
making their living as an archivist?

I studied art history, actually.

And went on to do a postgrad
in records management, but--

And at that point, I sort of realized,

I sort of enjoy categorizing stuff,
oddly enough.

[voice fading]
And people think it's a bit odd...

[man's voice] "My dearest and only love,

I know you're frightened,

but believe me when I say
I've known nothing like this before,

and can assure you
that I never will again.

I know I will never be satisfied
with just a part of you.

And for that reason,

I'm going to take the job in New York.

I'll be on platform two, Marylebone,
Friday, at 7:15 p.m.

Come with me, darling.

Spare him a life half-lived,
a marriage of convenience.

More importantly, spare yourself.

Seize this thing that is true
and real and infinite.

Yes, it is scary,
but I believe living a lie is worse."

[Ellie's voice]
"We could be happy. So happy.

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes,
in your hands.

Your Boot.”

...historical materials.
I think it's actually an undervalued--

-Look at this.
-Hmm?

Uh, what is it?

It's a letter.

-Huh. Jeez.
-Hmm.

Sad thing is, if you were gonna elope now,
you'd probably just send a text.

WhatsApp.

Yeah, it would be like,

"Hey, babes, meet me at the station
if you're interested.

Hashtag come with
if you wanna change your life forever,

smiley face, aubergine,
road sign, sausage."

The worst thing is when you can see
they've read the message you've sent.

And the little blue tick appears.
And hello...

It's the worst.

-...I sent a message five days ago.
-Five hours ago.

I mean...

Did I say "days"?

I think so, yeah.

-Could I see the envelope, please?
-Yeah.

"J.S."

Must be in here by mistake.

-What do you think you'll do with it?
-Burn it.

Nah, I'm kidding.

We'll probably just make sure
it gets properly catalogued.

Hold on. What about returning it?

Hmm.

Or trying to track down whoever sent it.

[Jennifer's voice] "Dearest ♪. I know what
the situation cost you, darling Jenny.

But I also know that you and I
could no more not love each other

than the Earth
could stop circling the sun.

You were upset the last time we parted,
and I cursed myself for it.

My frustration overwhelms me.

There is never enough time,
never enough of you.

Let's meet tomorrow.

B. "

-[door opens in hallway]
-[gasps]

[door closes]

[Jennifer's voice] "My darling ♪.

I'm still lost somewhere between our time
dancing the night away at Alberto's

and being together on the Riviera.

[sighs]

Felipe told me I was like a drunken fool

as I remembered how we spent
those summer days together.

If all we are allowed
are hours and minutes,

I will etch them on to my memory
so that I can recall them in the same way.

That when I close my eyes,
I see your heavenly face.

You are never far from my thoughts.

Your Boot.”

[pop song playing]

[woman] ♪ Strawberries, cherries ♪

♪ And an angel's kiss in spring

♪ My summer wine ♪

♪ Is really made from all these things ♪

♪ Take off your silver spurs ♪

♪ And help me pass the time ♪

♪ And I will give to you I

♪ Summer wine ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Summer wine ♪

[man] & My eyes grew heavy ♪

♪ And my lips, they could not speak ♪

♪ I tried to get up ♪

♪ But I couldn't find my feet ♪

♪ She reassured me ♪

♪ With an unfamiliar line ♪

♪ And then she gave to me ♪

♪ More summer wine ♪

-[radio off: song ends]
-[engine off]

[Jennifer, servants speaking French]

[Lawrence] Good evening.

Darling, don't forget
we have breakfast in the morning.

I have a journalist coming tomorrow,
first thing.

I'll change it to lunch, then.

Dinner, darling. We've dinner.

Larry.

Let's not fuss.

[woman] Can I help?

Yes.

I certainly am hoping so.

Am I at all familiar to you?

Don't ring any bells, I'm afraid.

And what about
if I were to say the name "Felipe"?

Would that mean anything to you?

Are you with the police?

No.

So why are you asking me about Felipe?

Um, I believe we may have a mutual friend.

Perhaps you might be able to tell me
where I could find him.

I don't think you understand.

Felipe was, uh... in an accident.

He never woke up.

[knocking]

Hey, just so you know, we usually have to
close the reading rooms around 5:00.

[gasps] What time is it now?

-Coming up to 20 past.
-Oh, shit.

Okay, um, I'll be two secs.

So, did you find everything all right?

Yeah, yeah. I guess so.

I mean, if I want to request more stuff,
then I have to go on the--

-Via the online.
-Via the online.

-[elevator bell dings]
-Same process. Online portal.

-Process.
-Yeah.

I mean--

Thank you.

Where you headed?

Basement.

And what if I wanted to see
if there were any more of those letters?

Could be a story in it.

If you wanted to,
you could just send me an email, actually.

-If you wanted to speed things up a bit.
-Oh.

Thanks.

-Turning into a real rebel.
-[bell dings]

-[phones ringing]
-[people chattering]

Have a good one.

Have a good o--

[housekeeper] Madame Stirling.

[housekeeper speaking French]

Anthony O'Hare.

Oh, yes.

You're here to write marvellous things
about my husband, I believe?

Is that right?

Beacon of sound commercial practice,
turnover increasing year after year.

Are you asking me or telling me?

I'm his wife, Mr O'Hare.
I can hardly be impartial.

In my experience, there's no one
more brutally impartial than a wife.

[chuckles] Indeed.

I'm afraid Larry's running a little late.

Perhaps not so marvellous after all?

[chuckles]

Uh, may we offer you a drink
in the meantime?

No, thank you.

Mr O'Hare.

Mr Stirling.

Please accept my apologies
for my late-running.

-Not a problem.
-Shall we make a start?

-Yeah. I'm ready whenever you are.
-Good.

[people laughing]

I don't know how I didn't end up
in the most awful trouble.

[woman] Well, what about you, Mr O'Hare?

You're a financial journalist--

Foreign correspondent.

-Where have you been recently?
-Léopoldville, mainly. Brazzaville.

God-awful place if you ask me.

And where this evening's exemplary host
has a great deal of business, of course.

-Well, I think--
-Personally, I felt the Belgians

were doing a perfectly good job
of running the place themselves.

Well, with respect,
I was there in '59, '60 and again in '62.

So you, of all people, should understand
that mutiny and rebellion

are an inferior and foolhardy response--

To centuries of oppression?

I would suggest that taking back control
politically, geographically

is an entirely appropriate response--

Would one be correct in assuming
that you are a supporter of Mr Mobutu?

Larry. Mobutu's a dictator.
I doubt very mu--

Yes, darling. I'm aware. Thank you.

[woman] Enough, enough.

This is all far too depressing
for the dinner table.

[Francis] My wife considers anything
not in the pages of Vogue

unworthy of her time and attention.

[guests chuckling]

[Anthony] When we get out, meet as
many people as possible, travel the world,

because people like that...

people like that make me want to stick
a revolver in my mouth

and pull the trigger.

But the women, Jesus,

spoilt little tai-tais

with barely an original thought
to string together between them--

I'm sorry we were such a disappointment.

Christ. I'm, uh--

-I'm drunk.
-Evidently.

Perhaps, Mr O'Hare, the next time you find
yourself in the company of such bores,

you would do well to leave early.

I just ask that whatever your views
of me and my spoiled life,

you won't attack Larry in print.

Please excuse me.

Goodness, I have the most splitting
headache after last night.

Did you really drink that much?

I have a funny feeling I did.

-Mr O'Hare.
-Mrs Stirling.

What are you doing?

Uh...

I wanted to give you...

this.

What is it?

It's an apology.

Well, please... read it.

Jennifer.

Mr O'Hare has written it. I'm sure he's
perfectly capable of reading it aloud.

"Mrs Stirling...

I am an ungracious pig.

I'd like to be able to blame exhaustion

or some uncharacteristic reaction
to shellfish,

but I am afraid
it was the combination of the alcohol,

which I shouldn't take,

and the choleric temper
of the socially inept.

There is little you could say about me

that I have not already deduced
about myself in my more sober hours.

Please allow me to apologise.

Yours... shamefacedly, Anthony O'Hare."

If at all possible, I'd love to take you
and your husband to lunch.

Mmm. How very kind of you.

I'll think on it.

In the meantime,
I must return you to your hotel.

I won't be responsible
for you contracting sunstroke.

Not to mention alcohol poisoning.

[woman laughs]

-Yes.
-Please.

Thank you.

Larry.

Mr O'Hare.

-Mr Stirling. How are you?
-Very well, thank you.

-Mrs Stirling.
-Hi.

How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

[chuckles]

Tell me, Mr O'Hare. Is there a Mrs O'Hare?

Yes, there was.
Mrs O'Hare and I are divorced.

Well, you have my condolences.
It's a ghastly business.

-Children?
-Larry, for goodness' sake.

No, no, no. It's quite all right.

Yes, I have one son. Peter.

I was at Gordonstoun with a terrific chap
by the name of Peter.

-[speaking French]
-English.

-I have a call for you from...
-Where are you off to next?

After I finish the piece,
back home to London.

[chair scrapes on floor]

-Excuse me.
-Of course.

I apologise.

It's okay.

Aren't you drinking?

No, I'm not meant to.

Headache?

Doctor's orders.

So you really found last night
that unbearable?

I admit it. I find armed conflict
a less daunting prospect.

[laughs]

You're William Boot from Scoop.

-Evelyn Waugh?
-I know who William Boot is, Mrs Stirling.

[waiter] Madame Stirling.

[waiter speaking French]

[speaks French]

Is everything all right?

Duty calls.

Tell me, Mr O'Hare.

How are your sea legs?

Thank you.

What do you think?

Big.

[chuckles] Of the view.

[Anthony] Mmm.

You see that over there?

It's Corsica.

You travel a lot.

I don't, actually.

We come here every summer,

but I haven't been back overseas
since we married, not even to see family.

Larry does all the travelling now.

How'd you two meet?

[chuckles]

We were seated next to one another
at a company dinner in New York.

Our fathers used to work together.
He asked me out and that was that.

That simple?

It was. A few months later,
he asked me to marry him, and I said yes.

My parents were delighted.

How so?

Good family, good job.

And those things,
they're important to you, are they?

Aren't they to everyone?

I guess so.

I want you to tell me about your son.

My son?

Lives with my ex-wife,

who does her best
to make sure I don't corrupt him.

And why would she think
you would corrupt him?

Because I was unfaithful.

You must miss him?

I do.

Sometimes I wonder whether I'd have done
what I did if I'd known quite how much.

Is that why you drink?

-Don't try to fix me, Mrs Stirling.
-Who said I was trying to fix you?

You have that charitable air about you.
It makes me feel nervous.

[scoffs]

I'm guessing I wouldn't be the first.

You'd make a very good journalist.

Did you love her? Your wife.

I thought I did before,

but we were young
and I'm not sure I knew what love was.

Have you ever loved anyone?

My son. Have you ever loved anyone?

I'm married.

You are.

[clears throat]

For the record,
Larry and I are perfectly content.

I'm glad to hear it.

-[people chattering]
-[phones ringing]

[phone rings]

[ringing continues]

Features.

[man] Yeah, hi. I was wondering if I could
speak to Ellie Haworth, please?

Speaking.

Hi. Yeah, it's Rory from Archive.

I think I might have maybe found something
you might wanna come and take a look at.

Hi, hi.

-Oh. Is that gum?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we don't allow gum
in the reading rooms.

Swallowed it.

Great. Okay.

Um, I've found another letter.

[Ellie's voice]
“It's 4:00 a.m. and I can't sleep.

It's like the road to madness,
but I lie here imagining him next to you.

His licence to touch you, to hold you,

and I would do anything
to make that freedom mine.

For as long as I can't have you,
I'll conjure you here instead.

Your scent, your hair,

that slow sideways smile
when something I say amuses you.

Darling ♪, I've never wished harder
for the dawn.

Your Boot.”

It's definitely...

definitely the same--

Yeah, it's the same kind of envelope,
same handwriting.

Now I'm going to have to know how it ends.

Which means not only is the rest of my day
fucked, but guess what, so is yours.

How fucked are we talking?

Well, I have to know
if there are more of these.

Uh, yes, um, the only problem
with that is, at this stage,

if you're gonna find out
if there are more,

it's probably gonna require
going down to the actual archive.

Great. Oh, my God. Let's do it.

But in order to do that,
we need special permission.

Um... how do we do that?

Well, there's a form.

And then after that there's probably...
another form, actually.

Sounds easy enough.

Let me-- Let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

-Cool.
-Cool.

[woman] It's completely impossible
to match the pattern

that I've got going with the curtains.

[woman] ♪ There's a little bird ♪

♪ That somebody sends ♪

[woman continues chattering]

♪ Down to the earth ♪

♪ To live on the wind ♪

♪ Born on the wind ♪

♪ And he sleeps on the wind I

♪ This little bird I

♪ That somebody sends ♪

♪ He's light and fragile ♪

♪ And feathered sky blue ♪

♪ So thin and graceful

♪ The sun shines through... I

[Jennifer's voice] "Dear Mr O'Hare,
or shall I call you 'Boot'?

Larry called away overseas last minute.

It would appear we are both marooned here
until he returns

and you without the proper beach attire.

How embarrassing.

Care to pass the time together
this afternoon?

I know a darling little shop where you
could find your next seaside tome.

Yours, ♪."

♪ To live on the wind ♪

♪ Born on the wind... ♪

[Anthony's voice]
"Dear Mrs Stirling, or may I call you 'J'?

Thank you for the offer
and, frankly, for the rescue.

I am indebted to you for persuading me
out of my room yesterday.

And I would love to return the favour.

I know nowhere, of course,
but if you can suggest a place,

I can keep you laughing
with my terrible schoolboy French."”

[Jennifer's voice] “Dear Boot.

I'm delighted I managed to
propel you, blinking, into the sunlight.

I would be happy
to take you up on your invitation.

Perhaps we can spend a few hours in town

commiserating over our mutual inadequacies
with the local language.

-Are you free on Thursday?”
-[Anthony's voice] "I am free Thursday.

But I am also free tomorrow
and the day after,

and the day after that as well.

By the time Mr Stirling returns,

we could very well have covered
the entire coastline.

Let me know what time suits you. Boot."

♪ Out of reach &

♪ Of the human eye ♪

♪ And the only time ♪

♪ That he touches the ground ♪

♪ Is when that little bird ♪

[back-up singers] ♪ That little bird ♪

[woman] ♪ Is when that little bird ♪

[back-up singers] ♪ That little bird ♪

[woman] ♪ Is when that little bird ♪

♪ Dies ♪

[song ends]

-[thunder rumbling]
-[Jennifer squeals, laughs]

[gasps, panting]

[both laugh]

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

[engine cranking]

[cranking continues]

Any ideas?

How about a picnic?

It's a children's game that I used to play
with my son. Do you know it?

You need to close your eyes.

Come on. Close them.

Pick a favourite spot.

Real or imagined?

Either.

Imagine that we have
everything that we need,

perfect blanket, plenty of cheese.

-Bread?
-Bread, and there's a river nearby.

Ooh, a river.

And my son, he loves to fish.

So I hope you don't mind
if we try our hand at a little fishing.

I'm afraid I know next to nothing
about fishing.

Which is why I'm going to teach you.

[chuckles] Well, how am I doing, Mr Boot?

You're a natural, as it goes.

Of course, I am.

And you catch a trout.

-Shark.
-Shark. Excellent work.

And afterwards...

out of the leftover teeth,

I fashion you a necklace.

A souvenir.

A talisman.

Let's try again, shall we?

[engine cranking]

[engine starts, revs]

Thank you for an immensely
agreeable afternoon.

Until next time.

[pop song playing on radio, faint]

That's it. Bye.

[phone vibrating]

[song continues playing]

[phone chimes]

[Ellie's voice]
Mary Ellen piece proofed and attached.

Oh, and another thing,
while I was researching,

I came across some mysterious
old love letters amongst her things.

Not sure how or why they ended up there,
but digging into it for my next feature,

1965, illicit love affair.

They're so rich in feeling.
I've never read anything quite like it.

Have it to you by Friday.

[bell tolling]

-[clerk speaks French]
-Bonjour.

[Jennifer speaks French]

-[French]
-[French]

[phone dialling]

[clerk speaking French]

-[French]
-[phone receiver hangs up]

Mr. O'Hare isn't quite ready yet.

He suggests either you are very welcome
to wait down here or head upstairs.

Room 302.

Mereci.

[woman singing ballad on speakers, faint]

[ballad continues, louder]

-[chuckles]
-What a lovely surprise.

Sorry, I'm a little early.
Would you rather I waited downstairs?

No, don't be silly.

Come in.

I won't be long.

I was just about to have a shave.

-Oh.
-Do I have time?

Of course. Go ahead.

[woman] ♪ Take me for granted ♪

♪ Leaving love unsure ♪

♪ Makes willpower weak ♪

Everything all right?

Yes. Yes, fine.

♪ And temptation strong ♪

♪ A woman's only human ♪

♪ You should understand ♪

♪ She's not just a plaything... ♪

I've received a wire.

Larry's back this evening.

He wants us to return
to London immediately.

[ballad continues playing]

I see.

And what do you want?

♪ You gotta be a do right ♪

♪ Home nights man ♪

[back-up singers] ♪ Man ♪

[woman] & Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ They say that it's a man's world ♪

♪ But you can't prove that by me ♪

♪ And as long as we're together, baby ♪

♪ Show some respect for me

I'm sorry.

[ballad continues playing]

Oh, God.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

And on Thursday, we have dinner...

[voice fades,
continues speaking, inaudible]

[Mrs Cordoza]
Mrs Stirling, this just came for you.

Thank you.

[Anthony's voice] "Dearest ♪.
Please know that I was not rejecting you.

I have never wanted
to kiss someone so badly.

But when you looked up at me,
something changed.

And in that moment I feared
our desires would destroy us.

You're an honest, remarkable creature

and I did not want to be
the man responsible

for making you someone less than you are.

For that reason,
I have spent the last week hating myself

for the one decent thing I have ever done.

So, consider this,

spontaneity is at the heart
of many wonderful things,

but it is also at the root
of much discontent.

And if we are to embark upon something,

I ask only
that we make this decision as one.

I write these words with you in mind
and my heart swells.

So, whatever the outcome,

let us arrive together.

You'll find me at Postman's Park
on Friday at 6:00 p.m.

I'll be there waiting.

Yours respectfully, B."

Boot.

[pop song playing]

[people chattering, laughing]

[woman] ♪ Ou-Ou-Ou-Ou-Ou-Our love, yeah ♪

♪ Is slowly goin' on the rocks now-ow-ow ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

[on speakers]
♪ What'cha gonna do about it? &

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

3 Our love, yeah

♪ Is in double jeopardy... ♪

Felipe.

-How are you?
-Good.

This is Jennifer.

-Nice to meet you.
-My friend Felipe.

How's it going? Good?

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

[song continues playing]

Enjoy.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

♪ And if you keep on doin' ♪

♪ Doin' what you're doin" ♪

♪ You know our love will surely end ♪

Same again.

Come, Mr Boot. Dance with me.

[Felipe] Have fun, my friend.

♪ Is slowly goin' on the rocks now-ow-ow ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do 'bout it? ♪

♪ Oh, tell me ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

[crowd cheering, applauding]

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

-[both laugh]
-[song fades]

[ballad playing on speakers]

♪ Do you need me ♪

♪ Like I need you? ♪

♪ Look at me, I'm crying ♪

♪ From holding you ♪

♪ Make me forget &

♪ The pain that you caused ♪

♪ Understanding is a great thing ♪

♪ If it comes from the heart

♪ If time would stand still ♪

♪ While I'm thinking of you ♪

♪ I'd think of all the things ♪

♪ That I wanted of you ♪

♪ To make me forget ♪

♪ The pain that you caused ♪

♪ Understanding is a great thing ♪

♪ If it comes from the heart

♪ Pickin' up the pieces ♪

♪ Of my broken heart &

♪ It was real hard

♪ A fragile thing like life ♪

♪ It just don't last so long ♪

[song continues, fades]

[Ellie's voice] "Seize this thing
that is true and real and infinite.

Yes, it's scary,
but I believe that living a lie is worse.

We could be happy. So happy."

[knocking]

Hey.

-You beat me to it.
-Yeah. I'm pretty excited.

Yeah.

Look, I can't make any promises though.

Well, thanks for doing this.

Before we go in, you're gonna have to
remove your shoes.

Seriously?

Kidding.

You're a funny guy.

So, this is everything
that's non-catalogued.

Holy moly.

And...

this should be all the stuff
from 1964 to 1965.

-[phone: ringtone ringing]
-Feel free to get that.

-Not important.
-[ringtone stops]

Oh. Um, [-I--

-Could you give me a hand?
-Yeah, sure.

[Ellie] There we go.

Not this stuff.

Yeah. No, not those.

-[Ellie] Um...
-[Rory stammers]

Help you down?

Okay.

So, um...

-Right, shall we--
-Shall we get started?

Yeah. Let's get started.

[pop song playing]

[woman] & Made up my mind ♪

[back-up singers] ♪ Made up my mind ♪

[woman] ♪ Not to quit trying... ♪

[Anthony's voice] "My dearest ♪.

There is no sound sweeter
than your knock on the door.

It's like there's always a part of me
waiting for it.

I struggle to focus at work

because my thoughts veer
irrevocably back to you.

What do global warfare and politics
matter to me now?

[doorbell rings]

If this carries on,
they'll put me on the gardening pages.”

♪ Give you all the love I got ♪

♪ Make you mine, baby ♪

♪ I'll spend all my time

[back-up singers] ♪ Spend all my time ♪

♪ Just lovin' on to you ♪

[Jennifer laughs]

♪ I'll spend all my time... ♪

Close your eyes.

The shadow's at the foot of the bed,
Mr Boot.

And what terrible thing would happen
if you stayed beyond five o'clock?

I'll stay until it reaches my knees.

Waist.

Knees.

Deal.

Eyes.

[Jennifer sighs]

Close them.

Close them.

[chuckles]

[song fades]

A canvas tent...

in the middle of the wilderness.

[sighs] If you insist.

We'll sleep on a bed of leaves

and bathe in a nearby river.

And when the sun goes down...

we'll build a fire.

Mmm.

Thank goodness because I'm ravenous.

What are we having?

Wild fruit.

Namely?

Elderberries, blackberries.

Maybe some dandelion.

Perfect.

Goodnight, dear Boot.

What? What is it?

I don't want you to go.

[Jennifer laughs]

What if we ran away together?

To where?

How about New York?

Mmm. I love New York.

I've been offered a posting.

And I want you to come with me.

[Jennifer sighs]

Move to New York with me.

-You know I can't.
-Yes, you can.

Yes, you can. We can.

You're just... asking me to run away?
To just give up my life?

Well, in order to start a new one, yes.

And when you grow tired of me,
bored of me, what then?

That won't happen.

It's happened before.
What makes this different?

Everything.

Everything about this is different.

If you think that this is even close
to anything that I've ever felt before,

ever known,

then you couldn't be more wrong.

Jennifer. I love you.

I'm in love with you
and I want to share my life with you.

You're in love with the idea of it all

and you're being impulsive,
and I don't like it.

I'm being instinctive!
The difference is quite profound.

Do you have any idea
what you're asking of me?

My family, my friends.
They would disown me.

All the more reason to leave them behind.

-[sighs] It's so easy for you.
-Easy?

Watching you return home every night
to a man who--

A man who what?

Jennifer, I think it's entirely possible

that you might be wasted
in the life that you're in.

[Jennifer's voice] "Boot, it's true.

I was brought up to do
what is expected of me

rather than what might make me happy.

I'm afraid to love you.

I'm afraid that if I let myself go,

I would love you so much
it would consume me.

And I fear that once I cease to be
a novelty, you might tire of me.

You have to understand
that if I were to leave with you,

it's not just my family and my security
I would lose.

It's my very peace of mind.

And it's a risk I don't think
I'm strong enough to take.

I hope you understand.

Yours always, ♪."

[Anthony's voice]
"My dearest and only love.

I know you're frightened,

but believe me when I say
I've known nothing like this before

and can assure you
that I never will again.

It's with that certainty
that I've decided to make a bold decision.

I'm going to take the job in New York.

I'll be on platform two, Marylebone,
Friday at 7:15 p.m.

Come with me, darling.

Spare him a life half-lived,
a marriage of convenience.

More importantly, spare yourself.

Seize this thing that is true
and real and infinite.

Yes, it is scary,
but I believe living a lie is worse."

A call from Mr Stirling's office.

He says to go ahead without him.

[Anthony's voice]
"We could be happy. So happy.

Know that you hold my hopes,
my heart in your hands.

Your Boot.”

[clock ticking]

[thunder rumbling]

Taxi!

[chattering]

-[man shouts, indistinct]
-[whistle blows]

Felipe, do you think
we'll make it in time?

I think so.

Just barely.

[train whistle blowing]

[conductor] Stand clear!

Felipe, please hurry.

All aboard!

-[horn honks]
-[tyres screeching]

[train whistle blows]

[onlookers chattering, faint]

[sirens wailing, faint]

[Ellie] "Our famous
heavyweight corduroy trousers,

rubber shirt-grip waistband,
elastic side straps,

-three roomy pockets"--
-[phone: ringtone ringing]

-Honestly cool if you wanna get that.
-No.

Uh, "Available in brown, fawn,

bottle green and grey.

Authentic detailing and rugged tailoring."

Very fine indeed.

Ah. Mega Mash.

"Smashingly smooth,
fluffy, and flavoursome"--

Ellie.

- I think I've found one.
-Oh, my God.

Read it out.

"Dearest ♪.

I have spent my life
avoiding complication,

especially the romantic kind.

Having met you,

I now realise that what I was doing
wasn't really living at all.

I know it's hard for you
to hear that I love you,

but I have to say the words.

They are in my head from the moment I wake
until I fall asleep again,

and if I can't say them,
I'll write them to you, again and again.

I love you, dear Jenny. Your B."

Shit.

You know what we should do?

We should just check out the PO box
the other letters were sent to

-and see if it still exists.
-Yes.

[phone: ringtone ringing]

[chuckling] What are you doing?

Rory's phone. Ellie speaking.

Uh, we work together.
I'm afraid I made him stay late.

[mouthing words]

No. No, no, no, no, no. I-I'm-- I'm sorry.

Okay. Okay, see you.

Why didn't you tell me it's your birthday?

I...

I would rather be doing this.

Right. Get your stuff together.

[speakers: pop music playing]

So, why would you invite your ex
to your birthday party?

I didn't.

I had no idea she was going to be here.

Who invited her, then?

She's my sister's friend, and I'm not
talking to any of them tonight.

So, what happened with you guys, then?

She was religious,

but I guess when we met
she was only a bit religious.

And as the relationship went on,

she was like, "Actually, the fact
that you don't believe in God

is emerging as somewhat
of a deal-breaker for me."

But, in the end, she married this guy.

You know, win some, you lose some.

-What about you?
-[scoffs]

You don't wanna know about me.

You couldn't be more wrong.

Well, I was with someone for a while.

Define a while.

Eight years.

And he really wanted kids, but I didn't.

So...

So we broke up.

-I'm sorry.
-That isn't even the end.

Then we got back together,
then we broke up again,

then there was this whole awful
smorgasbord of haphazard shagging.

And then finally, he proposed.

We were on holiday with about a dozen
of our nearest and dearest.

Oh, gosh.

Yep.

I mean, it wasn't even
that I didn't love him. I just...

I just wasn't sure
that I loved him enough.

You know, maybe I do want kids.
I don't know.

But I pretty much knew for sure
I didn't want them with him.

Well, that sounds like
a really shit break-up. I'm sorry.

And that is why
people shouldn't talk about themselves

because it is depressing as shit.

Yeah, it's really depressing.

I think it might be time
for your birthday dance.

-My birthday dance?
-Yes, your birthday dance.

[upbeat pop song, drums,
playing on speakers]

[man] ♪ And I'm gon' tell
Each and every one of you ♪

♪ To give me some assistance now ♪

♪ Ain't love good, ain't love proud ♪

[with back-up singers]
♪ Ain't love good, ain't love proud ♪

[man] ♪ Let me hear the music ♪

[guitars join in, drums continue]

♪ Oh, all right ♪

♪ Well, all right ♪

[song continues playing]

♪ Don't you know
It's a big, bright world ♪

♪ When a, a guy meets a girl ♪

♪ Don't you know if the
The girl is real I

♪ The world has got to smell so sweet ♪

♪ Don't you know it's a, a good feelin' ♪

♪ That sets your heart a-reelin' ♪

♪ Everybody now clap your hands

♪ Children, stomp them feet ♪

-[song fades]
-Wow. Cool flat.

Yeah, this is, uh-- this is me.

[both laugh]

It's nice.

-Oh! Your cat!
-He's Diesel.

Hi, Diesel.

-[Diesel miaows]
-Um, refreshment?

Yeah. Uh, maybe actually water.

-Yeah.
-Thanks.

[Diesel miaows]

So many records.

It's kind of a hobby of mine.

-[switch clicks]
-[mid-tempo ballad playing on speakers]

Hello.

[woman] ♪ Hello, Mark, long time no see ♪

♪ I bet you don't remember me... ♪

So these...

these ladies,

they're all your sisters, right?

No. I'm a serial bigamist, actually.

Ah.

Yeah. Shucks. I thought so.

[ballad continues playing]

♪ By the way, have you seen him lately? ♪

♪ Could you tell me 7

♪ How is he? ♪

♪ I haven't seen him for so long ♪

♪ Don't think of him when I'm alone ♪

♪ Time flies so fast, you miss a lot ♪

♪ It was two years the other night &

♪ And I forgot ♪

[song ends]

[thunder rumbling]

[toddler babbling]

[phone vibrates]

Hi.

Um, I was wondering--

Sorry, you're gonna have to speak up.

Oh. Um, how do I find out who owns
one of these PO boxes?

You want to open a PO box?

No, no. I wanna find out
who owns one of them.

Are you the owner of the box?

No, I--

I want to find out who owns one of them,
so I can write to them.

I mean, I want to find out
if they still own it,

if you, uh-- if you see what I'm saying.

You've obviously not heard of
that little thing called data protection.

You know what?

Don't worry about it.
I will, uh-- I'll figure something out.

[Ellie's voice]
Dear ♪. This might sound strange,

but I found some letters
that may belong to you,

addressed to ♪.S., postmarked 1965.

-They appear to be of sentimental value.
-Thanks.

If you could bear to tell me,

I'd love to know the story
behind them and Mr Boot.

With all best wishes, Ellie Haworth.

[Jennifer's voice] "Dear Miss Haworth.
I do not wish to speak to you

regarding the events of the period
outlined to me in your letter,

and, as such, will be unable to assist you
any further with your investigation.

Sincerely, Jennifer Stirling."

Okay, I'll see you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

[intercom buzzes]

Hello?

Is that Mrs Stirling?

Speaking.

Hello. Hi. I'm, um-- I'm Ellie Haworth,
from The London Chronicle.

I wrote to you regarding a series
of letters that myself and my colleague--

Yes, and I have responded
via the enclosed address.

Yes, um--

I just w--

Look. If now isn't convenient,
I'm more than happy--

I'm sorry, but as I said in my letter,

what happened between myself and Mr O'Hare
is a private matter.

Yes, o-of course,
and I'm-- I'm v-very sorry for intruding.

Um, I just wanted at the very least
to return--

[intercom clicks]

Hello?

Hello?

Shit.

Mrs Stirling.

Lovely to see you again. We've missed you.

Yes, it's-- it's lovely to see you too.

I wouldn't suppose you have a spare key?
I seem to have left mine at home.

Certainly, ma'am, but PO Box 13's
no longer in service.

I'm sorry?

As per Mr Stirling's request,
it's been closed for the last month.

Well, reopen it. Now. Please.

Certainly, ma'am.

Mrs Cordoza, I need the keys
to my husband's study.

I'm afraid this is an instruction
and not a request.

Of course.

Thank you.

[Anthony's voice]
"My dearest and only love,

I know you're frightened,

but believe me when I say
I've known nothing like this before

and can assure you
that I never will again.

I'll be on platform two,
Marylebone, 7:15."

"Seize this thing that is true
and real and infinite.

More importantly, spare yourself."”

"..a lie is worse.”

“I will never be satisfied
with just a part of you.”

[Jennifer's voice]
“It's my very peace of mind."

[Anthony's voice] "Come with me, darling.

We could be happy. So happy."

[car approaches]

[car door opens, closes]

"Know that you hold my hopes,
my heart, in your hands."

-[Jennifer's voice] "Yours always, ♪."
-[Anthony's voice] "Your Boot.”

What are you doing with this?

Larry, why have you been
tampering with my mail?

They, um...

They found it on you...

the day of the accident.

I'm guessing you know who wrote it.

Yes.

Yes, his name is Anthony O'Hare.

Was.

Journalist.

I introduced you.

The two of you, it seems,
were engaged in some kind of...

Jenny, he was killed.

Wait...

-He was beside you in the car.
-No.

No.

The man beside me in the car
was named Felipe.

The driver was Felipe,

but the man in the passenger seat
was a Mr Anthony O'Hare.

And when you woke from your accident,
I made a decision.

I was trying to protect you.

-From what?
-The truth.

I didn't want you
to have to bear the guilt.

[typing]

Holy shit.

Anthony worked at The Chronicle.

Yes.

[typing]

[phone vibrates]

Okay.

[computer whooshing]

[exhales]

[phone: ringtone playing, muffled]

-Hello?
-Ellie Haworth?

-Mm-hmm.
-This is Anthony O'Hare.

Oh, um-- [clears throat] Hi.

Um--
- Ibelieve you wish to speak with me.

Yes.

Uh, hello, Mr O'Hare.

So, how did you stumble on my story?

Well, initially, I was just--

I was just following an instinct.

Then I thought
there might be a feature in it.

[chuckles]

And then...

the more I read,
the more I started to feel...

I just...

I found them incredibly moving.

So...

did she meet you?

D-Did you go...

to New York together?

No.

Mrs Stirling did not accompany me
to New York.

And was that the last-- I mean...

Did you...

Did you ever see each other again?

[choir singing "Carol of the Bells"]

♪ Christmas is here, bringing good cheer ♪

♪ To young and old, meek and the bold ♪

♪ Ding-dong, ding-dong
That is their song ♪

♪ With joyful ring, all caroling ♪

♪ One seems to hear words of good cheer ♪

♪ From everywhere, filling the air &

♪ Oh, how they pound, raising the sound ♪

♪ O'er hill and dale, telling their tale ♪

♪ Merrily they ring while people sing ♪

♪ Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here

♪ Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas ♪

♪ Merry, merry, merry
Merry Christmas ♪

♪ On, on they send, on without end ♪

♪ Their joyful tone to every home ♪

♪ Hark, how the bells
Sweet silver bells... ♪

Jennifer.

Jennifer.

[choir continues singing carol]

Am I really that much of a fright
after all these years?

♪ Words of good cheer ♪

♪ From everywhere, filling the air &

♪ Oh, how they pound, raising the sound ♪

-Can we go somewhere?
-Course.

♪ Merrily they ring while people sing ♪

♪ Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here

♪ Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas ♪

♪ Merry, merry, merry
Merry Christmas ♪

[carol continues, fades]

What must you have thought of me?

Well, I assumed you to be a loyal wife.

And I returned to my work.

New York?

It's been my home for the past...

four years.

I was on my way...

to meet you.

There was a crash.

I was left unconscious.

I couldn't remember anything...
until I saw you tonight.

I had found your letters,
but I was told you...

I was misled
and I thought that I'd lost you.

Misplaced...

perhaps.

But certainly not lost.

Boot?

Yes, dear Jennifer?

Would you kiss me, please?

Come back with me.

I can't lose you again.

Too many things have changed.

I'm still in love with you.

Can you please help me?

I have a daughter.

What's her name?

Esme.

She's two.

Bring her.

Mmm?

I can't.

Forgive me.

I'll wait.

Tell me to wait for you and I will.

I love you.

I always have.

I'm so sorry.

So, that was the last
you saw of each other?

No more letters?

No more letters.

Do you have them with you?

Yes.

-Th-The letters, yes.
-Yes.

Here.

What if I could
put the two of you in touch?

No.

I chose to respect Jennifer's decision
all those years ago.

It seems only right to me
I continue to do so.

I wonder if this ought to be
returned to Mrs Stirling.

Well, I already tried.

Well, you're a journalist.

Try again.

[intercom buzzes]

[intercom buzzes]

[woman] Can I help you?

Mrs Stirling?

Yes?

Well, I'm, um--

I'm Ellie-- Ellie Haworth from the, uh...

Um, look, I'm--

[-I'm-- I'm just-- I'm not trying to--

I just--

I met with Mr O'Hare, with Anthony,

and, um, he wanted me to give you these.

He wants you to have them
and it is his express wish.

[Jennifer] What did you two discuss?

Well, uh, you... mostly.

H-He told me what happened.

In the end, you...

you chose your family.

[sighs, sniffles]

[exhales]

[woman singing on phonograph, faint]

[woman] ♪ Johnny boy, my friend ♪

♪ Stop them again ♪

♪ For a lonely girl in the world ♪

♪ Of the stone buildings ♪

♪ That would turn brown ♪

♪ If they were born ♪

[louder] & In the town
Where the trees are grown ♪

♪ Johnny boy ♪

♪ I'm alone ♪

♪ Please take me home ♪

[song continues playing]

What's all this, then?

♪ Johnny boy, my friend ♪

♪ Please hold my hand ♪

♪ In the middle of ♪

[phonograph clicks off]

You lied to me.

You told me he was dead.

Why?

For the sake of our marriage.

By allowing me to believe
that I'd killed him?

I know that I betrayed you, Lawrence.

I live with it every day.

And I have spent
the last four years of my life...

trying to be a better wife for you.

But I remember, Larry.
I remember everything.

And the truth is,

you and I were broken
long before Anthony came into my life.

-Jennifer.
-Don't touch me.

-Jenny, listen--
-No! You listen to me now.

The only reason I am still here
is because of our daughter.

From this day forward,
I am your wife in name only.

And if you so much as attempt
to treat me otherwise,

I will take our daughter and I will leave.

Now if you think the courts
will side with an adulteress,

then you're delusional.

And if you try to leave,
if you try to take my child,

I will destroy you
and you'll never see her again.

Do you understand?

[whispering] Hi, darling.

Hi, baby.

We're gonna go on an adventure, okay?

Hello.

I'm looking for Mr Anthony O'Hare.
He's in room 216.

Mr O'Hare is no longer
staying with us here.

When did he leave?

Yesterday.

Thank you.

[woman] Ma'am. Just stop for a second.

Anthony?

Excuse me, ma'am!

-What's going on in here?
-[woman] I've been trying to explain.

-[man] Mary Ellen.
-[Jennifer] Anthony?

I'm looking for Anthony O'Hare.

I need to know where he is. Please--

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this,
but Anthony handed in his notice.

He resigned this morning.

Did he leave a forwarding address?

[Mary Ellen] I'm sorry to say he did not.

Perhaps you could see to it
that he gets these?

If you hear from Anthony again,
please tell him I was looking for him.

So then you--
y-you went back to your husband?

I just couldn't risk losing her.

And I did eventually leave him

when I knew for certain that the law
would support my decision.

What about Mr O'Hare?

Did you try getting in touch with him
o-once you'd left?

I would scour the papers every day
looking for his name.

Nothing.

And eventually,
I stopped buying the paper.

It felt to me as though
he didn't want to be found.

But what about now?

You know, he doesn't know
that you tried to go after him.

He has no idea!

Probably for the best. We had our chance.

Yes, but what--

What if you could have another chance?

A heart can only take so much.

And I fear...

at my age, I've reached my limit.

[Ellie's voice]
The past can be intoxicating.

It can draw you in, create the illusion
that things were better,

you were happier
or experiences were richer back then.

It can also debilitate you,

leaving you stuck in your memories
of pain, heartbreak and disappointment,

holding you back from even attempting
another shot at happiness.

They say if we don't learn
from our past mistakes,

we're bound to repeat them,

but can we also learn
to let go of the past?

Learn to forge ahead,
keeping the knowledge close

but not letting it overtake our ability
to try again, to feel again?

Ellie, it's fantastic.

Okay. Um...

-Really good work here.
-Oh!

Well, that's great. I-- I appreciate that.

I'll be back later.

[Diesel miaows]

[phone: ringtone ringing]

Hello?

Hi, it's, uh-- it's Ellie.

Um, how's it going?

Yeah, um, fine. You?

Uh, pretty good.

No, th-tha-- that's not actually true.

I don't know why I left the other morning
without saying goodbye

and I don't know why I haven't replied
to any of your messages.

That's a really shitty thing.

And, I mean, if you wanted to
message me again,

you have my word you'll get a reply.

But I get there might be a ton of reasons
why you don't wanna speak to me

or write to me or hang out with me.

And in truth,

I'm kind of worried you might think
I'm a pretty heinous individual

if you get to know me.

But at this point...

I don't think being afraid to try
is a good enough reason for anything.

And, uh...

I think you're fucking tip-top, Rory.

And I'd...

I'd really love to see you again.

And I hope you don't mind me saying that.

[sighs]

Look, where are you?

I'm-- I'm-- I'm outside.

Sorry?

I'm outside your flat. [chuckles]

-Oh, my God. That's so creepy.
-Yeah.

Well, I was aiming for industrious,
but I, um-- I take your point.

Okay, okay. Wait there. Just keep talking.

I'm gonna come down. Keep talking.

I'm so so--

I found them. Both of them.

-You're kidding.
-I went to see them!

-You're kidding.
-[chuckles]

Shit! What did they say?

She tried everything.

So, he still doesn't know
she went after him?

No, he's got no idea.

-So you have to tell him.
- I know!

I want to, but they don't
want to see each other.

But if that was true, then why
keep the PO box open the whole time?

That doesn't make any sense.

That is a really good point.

She really came after me?

She said that to you?

[Older Anthony's voice] Dear ♪.

Please forgive this brief intrusion,

but as I'm sure you are aware...

our very separate lives have,
thankfully...

at least for this old man...

once again intersected.

In the intervening years,

I've thought of you with a constancy
I hesitate to now admit.

Missing you.

So, I shall venture, one last time...

with some trepidation...

Postman's Park...

Friday, 2:00 p.m.

Yours respectfully...

B.

[Ellie] Oh, she's not coming.

At least we tried.

I'll go and get him.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[laughs]

How about we close our eyes?

[Ellie chuckles]

[Older Anthony] A letter.

[Anthony] An invitation.

To come away.

To start again.

[Anthony's voice] Marylebone. Waiting.

[Anthony's voice]
I am starting to worry now.

[Jennifer's voice]
But there's really no need.

[pants, laughs]

-Because I'm right here.
-[Jennifer laughs]

[Jennifer's voice] Right on time.

[pop song playing]

[woman] ♪ Ou-Ou-Ou-Ou-Ou-Our love, yeah ♪

♪ Is slowly goin' on the rocks now-ow-ow ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

3 Our love, yeah

♪ Is in double jeopardy ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Show me, show me, sugar-pie ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ You know I try to keep you satisfied ♪

♪ But you just won't comprehend ♪

♪ And if you keep on doin' ♪

♪ Doin' what you're doin" ♪

♪ You know our love will surely end ♪

♪ Don't you know that our love, yeah ♪

♪ Is slowly goin'
On the rocks now-ow-ow? ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ Oh, tell me ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ Oh, tell me ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ Oh, tell me ♪

♪ Come on and show me ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do about it? ♪

-[song fades]
-[upbeat pop song playing]

[woman] ♪ Try to withdraw completely ♪

♪ Damn
You ain't gonna pin this one on me ♪

♪ One thing's for sure
I'm not sleeping here tonight ♪

♪ And I'm not interested
In what you think is best I

♪ But I get so lonely
I can't relate to anyone ♪

♪ And my heart is or yin' out ♪

♪ I'm on my knees

♪ I'm beggin', please ♪

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

♪ I'm not gonna see you anymore ♪

♪ 'Cause you're not strong enough ♪

♪ And you're not smart enough ♪

♪ You're not cool enough ♪

♪ Lookin' out the window of the café ♪

♪ There's a boy
With cherry-coloured lips ♪

♪ More like
A cherry flavoured stomach ache ♪

♪ But I get so lonely
I can't relate to anyone ♪

♪ And my heart is or yin' out ♪

♪ I'm on my knees

♪ I'm beggin', please ♪

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

[song fades]