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[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE CONTINUES TO RING]

[CONTINUES RINGING]

- Hello.
- [STATIC HISSES]

Hello?

[ECHOES]

Patrick? Hello, Patrick, is that you?

Nicholas?

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

- [STATIC HISSES]
- Hello?

Hello, Patrick? Can you hear me?

I'm in New York.

There appears to be a delay.

- Can you hear me?
- Yes.

- It concerns your father.
- I can hear you.

I'm here.

Your father died the night
before last, in his hotel room.

[STATIC HISSES]

It must come as an awful shock to you.

Something like that, yes.

I hardly need to tell you how I feel.

I adored your father.
Everybody liked him.

I know he wasn't always
the easiest of men.

Are you there, Patrick?

Yes, I'm here. Where is he now?

- [ECHOES]
- David?

He's at Frank E. Macdonalds,
the funeral people on Madison.

Everyone goes there.

"Only the best or go without,"
as your father would have said.

If you want to see him
and collect the ashes...

- Do you have much on?
- Not at this exact moment, no.

Then we must meet up.

Why don't we meet at the Key
Club? George Watford's here.

We'll raise a glass to your
father's extraordinary life.

Well, until then,

I'm sorry to be the bearer
of such sad tidings.

Yes, it's... a great blow.

Goodbye.

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

[CAT STEVENS "WILD WORLD"]

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

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la-la, la ♪

♪ Now that I've lost everything to you ♪

♪ You say you wanna
start something new ♪

♪ And it's breaking my
heart you're leaving ♪

♪ Baby, I'm grieving ♪

♪ But if you wanna
leave, take good care ♪

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

♪ 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 bastard's only gone and died.

♪ Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world ♪

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
-- www.Addic7ed.com --

♪ 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-hm.

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.

"Suffering's what takes place
while other people are eating."

Who said that? I'm sorry.

I'm feeling a bit mad at the moment.

It was a complicated relationship.

There's a lot to think about.

Yes, I'm not sure the
heroin's helping either.

Do you think that was a good idea?

Of course it wasn't a good idea!

I merely meant that perhaps

this might be a good
time to make a change.

Start afresh!

I'd better leave before you
tell me to seize the fucking day.

Do you think, now he's dead,

that you could be a
little less like him?

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

[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.

Please don't take this the wrong way:

does this mean you're
now fantastically rich?

No, my mummy's the
one with all the money,

and she's very healthy.

"And the sun shone,
having no alternative."

Well, it's time to
seize the fucking day!

♪ ♪

[PATRICK] Goodbye.

And goodbye.

And goodbye, heroin, my old friend.

People make far too big a
deal about getting clean.

On the other hand... air
travel can be very stressful.

- Well, good luck.
- Hm.

Don't score off the streets.

I'm not going to score off anywhere.

Seriously, Johnny. You
must do whatever you want,

but if I'm to take control
of my life, it has to be now.

This is one of the most important things

to have happened to me

and I want to get it absolutely right.

I wish I had your determination.

- [P.A. SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT]
- Thank you for the lift.

As in so many other occasions,

I wouldn't have made it without you.

It's a pleasure. I'll see you
back here in two days' time:

- a new man.
- An entirely new man.

[WHINE OF AIRCRAFT ENGINES]

[SCREECH OF TIRES ON RUNWAY]

[P.A. SYSTEM] Will all
passengers recently arrived

from London Heathrow,

please make your way
to the baggage claim...

[SIREN WAILS]

[PATRICK] "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]

Valium's wearing off, feeling
just a little twitchy now.

Hold on. Just... hold on.

[HORNS BLARE]

Queasy, nervous,
maggots under the skin,

litter of drowning kittens in my stomach.

Fuck off!

Can you take another route?

I really, really need
to get to my hotel.

[BLARE OF TRAFFIC]

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...
- [DING REVERBERATES]

Of course.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC]

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 PINGS]

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.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Still, at least it's the last time.

Or among the last times.

Not this time. This time it's different.

No prisoners. Concentration
like a flame-thrower.

New day, new beginning.

The trick is not to think about it.

How can you not think about it?

It's like not wanting to
get out of a wheelchair

when the room's on fire.

[EXHALES]

Oh, God.

[GROANS]

[PATRICK IN US ACCENT]
For the best heroin in town,

simple call Pierre, 555-1726.

That's Pierre, 555-1726.

Don't think about it.

[PATRICK AS NANNY] Patrick!

Yes, Nanny?

What you need, young man,
is a nice walk in the park.

[EXHALES]

[ROCK MUSIC]

No smack, though!

I want to make that absolutely clear!

No, Nanny. No smack, I swear.

Got any Quaaludes?

Sure, I got Quaaludes. Lemmon
714s, five dollars each.

I can hardly be expected to
give up everything at once.

I'll take five, no,
six. What about speed?

Why the hell are you
buying speed? Are you mad?

Yo. I got some Black Beauties,
man. They're pharmaceutical.

Meaning you made them yourself?

- Meaning they're good.
- Do not buy any speed.

Give me three. Impulse buy.

- Ooh, you're British, right?
- That's right.

Ain't you hot in that coat?

I hear they give you free heroin there?

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

Take your coat off, man, you sweating.

Wanna buy some smack, British guy?

I got cocaine too, real good shit.

- I said don't bother him.
- [SNIFFS]

I don't doubt it, but
I've given that up!

Yo, man, you need some water, man.

- [SCOFFS] 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]

Sorry, can I have a glass
of water? I... [COUGHS]

I have a large pill stuck in my...

[COUGHS]

Not enough saliva...

[GULPS] Ahhhhh!

[SNIFFS AND EXHALES]

Now. [CLEARS THROAT]

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

[ELEVATOR BELL PINGS]

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

[DAVID] Patrick! Come here! Right now!

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars...

Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus,

[INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY]

[CHATTER AND MUSIC]

- Martini, sir?
- What? Er... No, thank you.

Mojito? Mint Julep? Old-fashioned?

Oh, how did you know Hermann?

- I can't fucking believe it!
- Oh!

Whoa, there!

Wrong fucking corpse!

- Oh. Are you sure?
- Death transforms us all,

but it's not so powerful as to
turn my father into a small Jew.

Try again.

Uh... But we don't have
another party in the building.

I don't want to go to a party,
I want to see David Melrose!

- This is the correct room.
- Thank you.

- And please apologize to...
- No, no, no.

It's an emotional time.

Yes, that's why I took a Quaalude

but it must have been a dud.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- Can I pick him up later?

I would like to get away from
New York if at all possible.

Your father's ashes will be
available tomorrow afternoon.

I see. No chance of a rush job?

I'll leave you alone with him.

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Get this right.

Is it... Is it Dad?

It is! It's just what I wanted!

You shouldn't have!

Fucking hell, Dad. What
are you doing in a coffin?

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

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.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

No. No.

No, no, no!

[STIFLED CRY]

Aargh! Aargh! Fuck.

[SHALLOW, SHARP BREATHS]

[AMERICAN ACCENT] Aw, you're
so fucking sad, Dad, man,

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

[SNIFFS] Well, bad luck.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[HORNS BLARE]

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

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.

[SLURPS]

- [GULPS]
- [WOMAN] Well, that looks fun.

[GROANS] Uh... Antibiotics.

- Patrick. I am so sorry.
- I'm sorry too.

Punctuality is one of the smaller vices

I've inherited from my father.

I think you know
that's not what I meant.

- Oh, tea, please, Earl Grey.
- Uh-huh.

- And another of these?
- Certainly.

For me, it's nine o'clock.

For you, it's always nine o'clock.

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

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

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

Well, I don't wanna disillusion you,

but when they give you the ashes,

they're really just the communal rakings

- from the bottom of the oven.
- That's good news!

Ideally they'd all belong
to someone else. Hm.

When I was young, he used
to take us to restaurants,

I say restaurants in the plural,

because we never stormed in
and out of less than three.

I remember one occasion he held
a bottle of claret upside down

as the contents gurgle
out onto the carpet.

"How dare you bring me this filth?"

Well, at least he's somewhere
he can't complain about.

I half expected him to
sit upright in the coffin

like a vampire at sunset.

"Call this a coffin? The
service here is intolerable!"

Mind you, the service was intolerable.

They sent me to the wrong corpse.

- The wrong corpse?
- Yes.

Ironic that my father's
remains were so hard to find,

when I have no trouble
discovering them in myself.

It's good to see you, Anne.

I did need to see a friendly face.

Well... he was a complicated man.

Which is why I was...

[VOICE DISTORTS]
so keen to talk to you today.

- Here come the Quaaludes.
- Patrick, are you okay?

Jet-lag... kicking in.

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

Just a little sleepy.

The antibiotics. [INHALES AND EXHALES]

Excuse me.

[THUD]

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

[SQUEAKING ALONG WALL]

[GROANS]

- Mr. Melrose!
- Hah!

- All good?
- Hm.

[MUMBLES] Very jet-lagged.

Oh, fuck.

[SNORTS]

[SNIFFS] Bleur-bleur...

[TOILET FLUSHES]

That'll fool 'em! [LAUGHS]

- Whoo!
- Oh, good God.

- What happened to you in there?
- I splashed my face with water!

- What kind of water?
- Very refreshing water.

Patrick, please sit down,
you're making me nervous.

Yes, yes, people say this.

Patrick, I really wanted to apologize.

When I found you on the stairs...

- No, no, not this.
- I promised I'd get your...

Retreat, escape, eject, eject!

And I promise you, I've
forgotten all about it.

- Where is our waiter?
- You seemed in distress.

- You always did.
- Your mother too.

There was such an
atmosphere in that house.

And I should've done more.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry. I... I really have to go.

What? We've barely...

I have to be at the solicitor's
by five. Papers to sign.

- Really? But we've only just...
- Maddening, isn't it?

But, you know, bureaucracy.

There's only so much I can do, so uh...

Look, I am grateful. You
were always very kind to me,

ever since I was young
and I'm very grateful.

But I... I really... I
really must be going now.

Bye. Bye!

[CLASSICAL MUSIC]

Ahh! We've taken Aqaba!

[WAITER] Sir?

I'll have another of your
very refreshing martinis,

and some salmon tartare
followed by steak tartare,

tartare-tartare, spicy, very spicy.

And your wine list.

[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] Mm! You see? That still works.

Everything is under control.

Very good, thank you.

- But it's not heroin.
- Ssssh!

Mm!

Most people, withdrawing
from heroin, high on speed,

cudgeled by Quaaludes and jet-lag

might balk at the idea
of food, but not I.

I eat not from greed but from passion!

Do shut up, will you?

- Not you... someone else.
- Would sir care for a dessert?

Care for it? How do
you care for a dessert?

Feed it? Visit it on Sundays?

I'll have a crème brûlée
and a Marc De Bourgogne.

But it's still not heroin, is it?

Heroin's the cavalry,
the missing chair leg.

Heroin is love. Simply call 555-1726...

Shut up!

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

But how can everything be
okay? It's simply too much...

Because, there have
been some complaints.

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

Fuck! Perhaps I ought to get the erm...

[LAUGHS] I don't suppose I
could trouble you for a quarter

for the telephone?

Here's the deal.

If he answers, score just
enough smack to sleep

and a little for the morning.

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

- [COIN CLUNKS IN SLOT]
- Leave it to fate.

Good idea.

555-1726.

- [RINGING TONE]
- [EXHALES HEAVILY]

- [GROANS] Oh!
- This is Pierre.

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

Fuck you, fate! Fuck, fuck.

Fuck, fucking fate, fuck, fuck!

[GROANS]

♪ ♪

[INHALES AND EXHALES HEAVILY]

Oh, God.

Okay, man, we're here!

- This is a bad place, y'know.
- That's what I'm relying on.

Uh... Just wait here for me.

Crazy man. I'm not waiting here!

[TIRES SCREECH, CAB DRIVES AWAY]

Oh, fuck.

[VOICES, DISTANT SIREN WAILS]

What you want, man?
What you looking for?

- Smack.
- Shit.

- You a policeman?
- Certainly not.

I'm an Englishman. Can
you take me to Loretta's?

Sure, I can take you to Loretta's.

This way.

You want it, don't cha?

[MAN CALLS OUT]

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

Don't stick him! Don't
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, it's a small world.

Were you really going to stab me?

Sure I was gonna stab you!

- Here.
- [KNIFE 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 Loretta's?
- Yeah, it's...

No. It's this way.

- Oh, man, you look good!
- I don't feel good.

[CHILLY WILLY LAUGHS]

- [WOMAN] Who is it?
- Chilly Willy.

- How much you want?
- 50.

- Oh...
- 60.

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

Here.

Hey, baby, baby, baby.

[LAUGHS] Look what I got!

[LAUGHTER]

You've done something to
the room. It's different.

- What's different?
- It got on fire.

I knew there was something.

Chilly says you might
have a new syringe.

Well, it ain't exactly new, but
I've boiled it and everything.

Is it very blunt?

Christ, that's not a
syringe, it's a bicycle pump.

No, alright, alright. [CLEARS THROAT]

- How much?
- Two bags.

Could I possibly use your bathroom?

- [ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]
- Come on.

- Oh, God...
- [SPLASH]

Shit. Fuck!

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS AND SNIFFS]

- [ELECTRICITY ZAPS]
- Owwww!

For fuck's sake!

Might I suggest, Chilly, that
you invest in a new light bulb?

Hardly worth the effort,
I missed the vein.

You...

should have used the flashlight.

Well, thanks for telling me!
I need better works, Chilly.

Chilly. Chilly!

Oh, fuck.

Right, then, let's do this properly.

Only the best or go without.

Columbian cocaine and then China White.

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

555-1726.

[RINGING TONE]

[SNIFFS]

- Allo?
- Pierre? Is that really you?

- Who is this?
- Patrick from London.

I'm... having trouble sleeping.

- 20 minutes.
- [LINE GOES DEAD]

[BEEPING]

[CLANGING]

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

So... what was he like?

My father?

Oh, he was a kitten. A prince among men.

He had very artistic hands.
Could have been Prime Minister.

He was a politician?

No, no, no, it was sort of a joke.

In his world, it was better

if you could have been Prime Minister,

or a... surgeon, or a concert pianist.

To have tried and
actually achieved something

would have shown vulgar ambition.

Tu regrettes qu'il soit Mort?

I regret he lived.

Mais sans lui...

you wouldn't exist.

One mustn't be too
egotistical about these things.

Now for the cocaine.

I had been trying to give this up.

[INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY]

[GASPS SHARPLY]

[BREATHING QUICKENS]

- Now...
- Oh, God.

take... the heroin!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

[SHALLOW BREATHS]

[GRUNTS]

Truly I have dined in Les Bains...

[AS DAVID] I've also
dined in, uh... Khartoum.

When the ferocious young mummy

offered me a dish of human flesh,

I did not allow prudishness

to prevent me from
requesting a third portion.

Indeed, I did not... Human flesh?

I ask you, what next? Hm!

You always were a strange boy.

Tonight's special
includes a free salad,

Columbian cocaine,

nestling on a bed of wild
baby Chinese White Heroin...

♪ Ooh, you're Canada Dry ♪

I tell you about the aristocracy
and their filthy ways.

Don't, don't, don't think
about it. What filthy ways?

You won't find Nanny
telling tales out of school.

My lips are sealed. But, oh,
the stories I could tell you!

Please, please, please make it stop!

Please, please, please make it stop!

[DRUMMING FROM TV]

[DRUMMING CONTINUES]

[INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY]

[AS THERAPIST] Now, I want
you to listen to the silence.

Can you hear it? Become
part of the silence.

Good. Now I want you
to visualize a pagoda.

Can you see it? Beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, yes, Ron, it is. It's beautiful.

Now I want you to step into it, Patrick.

Erm... Is there something in there?

Yes, Patrick. Your mum and dad.

Mum and Dad?

I want you to go up to your mother

and I want you to say to
her: "I love you, Mummy."

[PATRICK] Mum, I really love you.

That's good, now embrace her.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Yes, it feels so good.

I want you to go up
to your father and say:

"You, on the other
hand, I cannot forgive."

You, on the other hand, I
cannot forgive. Fuck off.

Good, now take a revolver and
shoot his fucking brains out.

- Bang, bang, bang, bang!
- [GUNSHOTS]

[AS DAVID] If you ever tell your mother,

or anyone else, about today...

[BOTH] I will snap you in two!

Fuck off, all of you!

[PATRICK] So take the
heroin, then. Take it now.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

[EXHALES]

[INSECTS CHIRRUPING]

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[STATIC HISSES]

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

[CLICK]

[WOMAN] Hello? Hello, Patrick?

Mother?

[MUMBLES AND SWALLOWS]

Can you hear me?

Patrick, I heard the news.

- I don't know what to say.
- Mother?

- Hello?
- Hello! It's me!

- Oh... Fuck!
- You sound sleepy.

- [GROANS]
- Are you sleeping?

Have I woken you up?

- Oh. So sorry, sorry, sorry.
- [GRUNTS]

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

It's five-thirty in the morning.

Well, I thought with the
jet-lag you'd be pacing the room.

Are you at the hotel?

Given that you've phoned me here...

I merely meant, I have been
up all night worrying about you

and wanted to know how you are.

You mean have I taken any drugs?

No. Not just that.

Why? Have you?

Well, I've been shooting
cocaine and heroin all night.

- Does that count?
- Was that a good idea?

In the future, can we agree
that, no, it is not a good idea?

I thought... I really thought
you'd be able to make a change.

Yeah. Me, too. But apparently
that's not an option.

You shouldn't be alone.

I have arranged for you to
have dinner with someone.

No, Debbie, this is not
one of your dinner parties.

It's a very emotional time.

I'm not in a fit state to see anyone.

You need to be with
people who care about you,

and I've already fixed it with Marianne.

- Marianne?
- My old university friend.

You passed out in her loo.
They had to take the doors off.

- Remember?
- Oh, that Marianne.

She'd love to see you. Any
time after seven-thirty.

I've faxed you the address.

I've got drinks with my
father's awful friends but...

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

- [LINE CLICKS]
- Remember, I... I do love you.

- [LINE GOES DEAD]
- Patrick?

Patrick?

[THE BUGGLES "VIDEO KILLED
THE RADIO STAR" PLAYING ON TV]

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

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

Hi, Patrick. It's so nice to see you.

It's so wonderful to talk
to someone who understands.

[SONG CONTINUES]

No ice! This is intolerable!

Everything's wrong, everything's
hopelessly fucked up!

- [GRUNTS]
- [CLATTER]

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

Room 3318.

[SQUEEZE "COOL FOR CATS" PLAYING ON TV]

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

Shit.

♪ There's a couple of likely lads ♪

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

- Shit.
- ♪ They're very cool for cats ♪

- ♪ They're cool for cats ♪
- ♪ Cool for cats ♪

♪ To change the mood a little ♪
- Aargh!

♪ On seeing my reflection
I'm looking slightly rough ♪

♪ I fancy this, I fancy
that, I wanna be so flash ♪

[MAN ON TV] 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.
- [EXHALES HEAVILY]

It comes with a matching fork
to make carving a pleasure.

Wait, there's much, much more.

We also want you to have
this six-in-one kitchen tool.

It peels and slivers
carrots, peels potatoes

and slices paper-thin potato chips.

- This amazing...
- These aren't my arms.

cheese and makes beautiful
decorative vegetables.

[SOUNDTRACK MUSIC FROM TV]

Yee-haw!

Do you agree?

[EXHALES]

[HUMS TUNEFULLY]

Hm. Pip, pip! Be prepared.

[SIREN WAILS]

[HORNS BLARE]

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

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

- I expect you know that.
- Hello, little man.

I'm sorry for your loss.
You must be feeling ghastly.

What happened to your eye? Girl trouble?

Now that I'm responsible
for your moral guidance...

No, nothing like that. I picked
something up on the plane.

It suits you. Very raffish.

- You'll fit right in here.
- Yes!

I think you'll find this place amusing.

I mean, your father did.

It has all the things that you
can't find in England anymore.

Ooh. Have you had a Bullshot?

- No.
- Waiter, waiter!

- Yes, sir?
- Three Bullshots, please.

I've invited Ballantine Morgan,

though I suspect he's
the most frightful bore.

His family own a bank.
At least I think they do.

I've asked the question,
but it's so hard

to listen to his fucking answers.

- Here we are.
- The gang's all here.

- This is Ballantine Morgan.
- So sorry about your father.

I didn't know him personally
but from what George tells me,

he was a great English gentleman!

George! What have you been telling him?

Only what an exceptional
man your father was.

Well, I never met
anybody quite like him.

He refused to compromise!

"Nothing but the best, or go without!"

I quite agree!

"Never apologize, never
explain". That was another one.

"Observe everything, Trust no-one."

- All very wise.
- "Never try, effort's vulgar."

"Things were better
in the 18th century."

Oh, and, "Despise all women,
but your mother most of all."

Ah! [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?

It's true, I did once ask him
to stop being so argumentative.

- What did he say?
- Told me to bugger off!

[THEY LAUGH]

What a lot of faithful gun dogs.

- Sorry?
- There.

Are you... interested
in hunting, Patrick?

[BOTH] Oh, Christ, here we go.

I thought he might be
interested in a story.

The thought you never have is

that someone might not be interested.

I'd shot this Tanganyikan
mountain goat,

the last male of its species,

which, of course, was a
rather bittersweet moment.

For the goat, certainly.

I've got a hunting story for
you, Ballantine, from my father.

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

- Enough now.
- Father was a cavalry officer

stationed in India in the 1920s,

and he used to go pig-sticking,
galloping through the high grass

with a lance, hunting wild boar.

Very dangerous, these wild boar.
They could take down a horse,

and gore a rider to death,
but thrilling too.

Anyway, the only blemish
on this particular trip...

I think I heard this story
when I was, what, eight?

...was that one of the hunting
party was bitten by a wild dog

and developed the symptoms of rabies.

Three days from the nearest
hospital and this hunting party

of judges and generals
decided to truss up

their foaming, thrashing friend in a net

and hoist him off the ground.

Dinner was served...

Lanterns down the
table, gleam of silver,

well-trained servants.

But none of us could quite enjoy
dinner with all that screaming.

So I got up from the table,

fetched my pistol, went
over to the rabid man

and shot him in the head.

[PATRICK AND DAVID]
Much the kindest thing to do.

Everyone agreed.

Eventually.

And that, I think,

was the beginning of my
love affair with medicine.

[WHEEZING LAUGH]

[PLAINTIVE PIANO PLAYS FROM OTHER ROOM]

[PLAINTIVE PIANO CONTINUES]

[RETCHES] Excuse me.

[RETCHES]

[TOILET FLUSHES]

You might have used the stall!

[EXHALES] Oh. Good idea.

[DISTANT SIREN WAILS]

[SNORES AND EXHALES]

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 can't leave without him!

It's... [PANTING] 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 get her in the mood.

Perhaps pity is the way,

in which case use it for the
comedown, sleep on the plane.

My God, you're good.

Then you're home, thank
Christ for Concorde.

Johnny will be waiting and...

Well, let's see.

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

Hello, I'm Patrick, Marianne's friend.

Nancy, Nancy Banks. We have met.

- Yes, of course. Oh!
- [BOTH LAUGH]

Sorry, bit distracted. It's just erm...

Yes, Marianne told us. Is that him?

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

- [LAUGHS]
- Marianne!

- She is dying to see you!
- Awww!

Jerry, you remember Patrick,
lovely Debbie's boyfriend.

I turned blue in your bathroom.

- We had to take the door off!
- Yes!

- Come in, come in!
- 'Tis I.

Marianne says he was a remarkable man.

Hm! You should have heard the remarks.

Was it a difficult
relationship, Patrick?

Yes, Nancy. Yes, it was.

- When did the trouble start?
- 9th June, 1906.

The day he was born.

Well, fatherhood was very
different in those days.

Mm-hmm.

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

Cruelty is the opposite of love,

not some inarticulate expression of it.

That sounds about right to me.

Oh, Marianne...

Although, that's not something
I've ever had to worry about.

- Hi, Patrick.
- Hello.

I'm so, so sorry for your loss.

You're the answer. You're the
one to save me, can't you tell?

I want to be buried here.

If I could have you, I'd
give up drugs forever.

Goodness!

Or at least have someone
attractive to take them with.

Can we go out to dinner? Please say yes!

- Does this look alright to you?
- Absolutely. I love Armenian.

Are you gonna be hot in your coat?

Oh. If it makes you feel
uncomfortable, then...

- A little.
- Well, off it comes.

[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
and dulls the senses.

Your point being?

I absolutely agree.

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

[BLOWS AND CHUCKLES]

Say something, remember
how this is done,

Something other than lies
or ridicule or contempt.

Debbie sends her love.

- Not that, you fucking idiot!
- Sweet Debbie.

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

[CLEARS THROAT] Very, very supportive.

Change the subject.

She tells me you're studying law.

That's right! At Columbia.

It's really tough, but I love it.

I once thought about studying law.

Imagined myself in Twelve Angry
Men, terrifically articulate,

righting wrongs...

You'd have been a wonderful lawyer.

- Thank you.
- You absolutely should do it!

- Why don't you?
- 'Cause hard work

- and ambition are vulgar.
- Oh, my God,

you don't believe that, do you?

Me? No, no, no, no, That's what he said.

Well, you have an education and...

Thank you. I mean...

And besides, you're not your father.

You are absolutely right.

Do you know what? I feel inspired!

I'm gonna do something about it
the minute I get off the plane.

A new man! Do you hear that,
Dad? I'm gonna be a lawyer!

Patrick, I'm concerned about the box.

Don't be, I think it
counts as hand luggage.

No, I meant: could you
put it on the floor?

Yes!

Let the waiters kick him
about. Revenge at last!

Why should he get away with
it, just because he's dead?

Get away with what?

I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?

I thought you liked Armenian food?

The martinis are excellent.

"They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do."

Who says they don't mean to? [CHUCKLES]

Tell me, did you ever tell
your dad how you felt about him?

Not while he was alive.

- Probably for the best.
- Why?

I mean, what would you have said to him?

I... I would have said...

I would have told him...

"Nobody should do that to anybody else."

- Thank you so much.
- Oh, sorry.

I took the question seriously.

Oh, no, I'm sorry, you were saying?

Oh. Just that...

Never mind.

Patrick, I erm... I
should be getting back.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no. Marianne...

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

I mean, I'm not just imagining it.

Well, no, I've always been
very fond of you and Debbie.

I don't suppose you want
to do a Quaalude, do you?

I'm sorry for being a bit screwy.

No. It's an emotional time.

Taxi! Good night, Patrick.

Oh. Good... Yes.

Good night. Good night!

You know, sometimes I think if
I was to meet the right woman,

someone intelligent, who
wasn't afraid to challenge me,

I might actually be able to
get my life back in order.

Please, stop. You are
making a fool of yourself.

No, please, don't go.

I really need the company
or I don't know what I'll do.

Get the fuck off of me!
Self-indulgent little shit!

What is wrong with you?

I'm an idiot, I'm sorry,
but, look, please don't go!

Look. I don't wanna be on
my own tonight, I can't.

And there isn't anyone
else. Just sit with me.

Don't leave me alone!

But you're not alone.

Let's go.

[PANTING]

[PATRICK] She's right. You're not alone.

And you never will be.

Death and destruction.

- Shame and violence.
- [HELICOPTER OVERHEAD]

Ungovernable shame and violence.

Just fuck off!

[GRUNTS]

[SMASHING AND CLATTERING]

Fuck! Fuck!

[CLATTERING]

[ICE RATTLES]

[ICE CLATTERS ON FLOOR]

[CLANGING]

[CRIES OUT]

Aaargh! Fuck!

I'm gonna flush you down the loo,

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

How?

♪ ♪

[SOUNDLESS]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

What's the point of a fucking window

if you can't jump out of it?

[WHIMPERS]

I want to die.

I want to die.

[PATRICK] Well, it's not as if
you don't have the means.

Anesthetic first, surely, Doctor?

[AS DAVID] No, Patrick.

Scalpel first, anesthetic afterwards.

[PATRICK] Ssssh! 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 right?

Don't mind.

[WHIMPERS]

I'm a very tired man.

Come and talk to me, Patrick.

Patrick. Come and talk
to your dear old dad.

Please...

[HYPERVENTILATING]

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

[SIZZLING]

[INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY]

Let's just go ahead and finish it.

Hmmm...

[INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY]

Oh! [RAPID BREATHS]

[POUNDING HEARTBEAT]

Ahhhhhh!

Ahhhhh...

[GROANS]

[EXHALES 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?

[PATRICK] I do want to go.

Very much.

[DOOR SQUEAKS SHUT]

[STEADY DRIPPING]

[DRIPPING CONTINUES]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

[DISTANT DRONE OF TRAFFIC]

[PATRICK] "And the sun shone,
having no alternative,

on the nothing new."

♪ ♪

Life's not just a bag
of shit, but a leaky one.

You can't help being touched by it.

Don't you find?

I believe, sir, that's
the common consensus.

Hmm.

[ELEVATOR BELL PINGS]

"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.

[RECEPTIONIST 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!

Enjoyed isn't the word.

I loved it!

♪ ♪

Sir! Mr. Melrose, sir!

- You nearly forgot this!
- Or did I?

Sir?

What I mean is no need to call Vienna!

- Thank you very much.
- Oh.

- So, rivers of blood, eh?
- Sir?

Never mind. [LAUGHS]

Never mind.

Oh. Never mind.

[P.A. SYSTEM CHIMES]

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 IN SLOT]

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

[RINGING TONE]

Oh, come on, come on.

- [CLICK]
- Johnny, Johnny.

- Can you hear me?
- Patrick, how are you?

Oh, fine. I tried to
kill myself last night.

My God. Where are you calling from?

- The bottom.
- Christ, are you alright?

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

Erm...

Look, I haven't got
long. Can you hear me?

Yes.

I've decided, I'm gonna
take control of my life.

I'm gonna get clean.

Hello, Johnny. Can you hear me?

Yes, I can. That's wonderful, but...

- Are you sure this time?
- Of course.

People always make such
a fuss about these things.

So what do you want to do?

Patrick?

Patrick? What are you
going to do instead?

Are you there?

[SOBS]

[THE STRYPES "HEART OF THE CITY"]

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
-- www.Addic7ed.com --

♪ We're in the heart of the city ♪

♪ Where the alligator roams ♪

♪ I'm a little lost lamb ♪

♪ Ain't got no place to go ♪

♪ I ain't got one penny ♪

♪ Just got a shirt on my back ♪

♪ I left home in a hurry ♪

♪ Girl, I ain't never goin' back ♪

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

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