Patrick Melrose (2018): Season 1, Episode 3 - Some Hope - full transcript

Can't sleep?

No, me neither.

Must be all the excitement.

All these people.

Here...

Is that better?

I'll leave you now.

But know one thing.

If you ever tell your mother...

or anyone else, about today...

..I will snap you in two.



Hello,
and welcome to Telethon Tuneup.

Now there's lots to tell you
about in the program.

But right now
I'm waiting for a bus.

In fact, this is the bus now.

I suppose it looks a fairly
ordinary kind of bus to you,

but believe you me,
this bus is pretty special,

because inside it's got fun
and sun - for Telefun.

Not bad, eh? Here we go.

Hello. One ticket, please,
to the Telefun spots

of Yorkshire-by-the-Sea.
Thank you.

Aha, a bargain.

Madam.

Bridget, darling, what's this in
Dempster this morning?

"200 guests, 10,000 acres,



party of the year."

Sounds like we're made of money!

I told you
not to talk to the press!

I didn't talk to the press!

"'I'm just having
a few friends over

to celebrate my husband's
birthday,' says Lady Gravesend.

Guests include
Princess Margaret."

Frankly,
I wish I hadn't bothered.

It's so gray out there!
If it was May or June,

we could be out on the big lawn,
but November--

One can't help when one's born.

No. It's extremely aggravating.

I've asked Tony to come
early to help brighten it up.

God. That appalling man
shouldn't be coming at all.

Jumped-up painter
and decorator.

Just keep him away from Princess
Margaret. Little popinjay!

What is a popinjay, I wonder?

Darling,
haven't you forgotten something?

-Happy birthday!

Yes, hello?

Now, why
haven't you replied to Bridget?

You simply must come.
Open the door!

Do you have any idea
how difficult it was

to get you invited
in the first place?

I'm very grateful,
but I don't think I'm ready

for the world just yet.

Why are these curtains drawn?

There.

Better than a psychiatric ward,
I suppose.

Theoretically.
I need a drink.

Do you have a drink,
a proper drink?

No, that's one of the reasons
I was on the psychiatric ward.

-I can offer you herbal teas.
-Don't be absurd.

You know, you might
at least open a window,

or take a step outside
once in a while.

And your mother, she's
almost as reclusive as you are.

Amazing, isn't it?

She thinks there might be more
to life than going to parties.

Yes, I always thought
she was a little peculiar.

-Where is she?
-As far as I'm aware

she's driving a consignment
of 10,000 syringes to Poland.

Everyone says
it's marvelous of her,

but I still think charity
begins at home.

I wish she'd bring them
round here.

I thought you'd er...
put all that behind you.

Behind me, in front of me.

You're very melodramatic today.

Yes, well, I've realized
I've given up everything

-and taken up nothing.
-You've taken up the law.

You're going to
"work for a living".

Yes, that's the intention.

In fact, it's a necessity now
with the medical bills.

-But I still feel as if life--
-That's enough. Sit down.

-I beg your pardon?
-Sit down.

Offended as I am by
the very idea of a "pep talk",

I'm left with no choice.

You can't rot in this hovel.

Quite apart
from how depressing it is,

I owe it to your dear papa
to get you back

-into the swim of things.
-But the fear is, Nicholas,

-that I might drown.
-Nonsense.

Pull yourself together,
find something to wear,

and if you must talk about life,
you can do so at the party.

I'm sure someone
will listen to you.

you're not meant to enjoy it.

Oh, God.

I know what you're thinking,
not enough color.

That's why
I've bought you these.

I thought tents, I thought
poles, I thought ribbons,

-I thought maypoles.
-They look like er...

Sonny's regimental tie.
I had them specially made.

-Wonderful. How much?
-Oh, 20 and the dreaded.

I see. What's the dreaded?

-V.A.T.
-Goodness.

You are a naughty, naughty girl!

-Oh, dear.
-Running out here without--

I do wish Nanny wasn't
quite so horrid to Belinda.

Why don't you just sack
the old hag?

She's terrifying.

Tony, just...make it better,
will you?

Darling.

Where did you get this?

Tell me! Where?

-Did you steal it?
-Nanny,

I'm sure she didn't steal it.

One of the security men
will have lost it.

Here -
I'll find out who it belongs to.

Mummy, will you come and play?

Your mummy's much too busy
to play with the likes of you!

Maybe later, darling.

Hello

Hello,
I've got your walkie-talkie.

Of course I'll tell her.
But it can hardly be tonight

after all the trouble
she's gone to.

But all this
skulking around and lying.

-And at your party too.
- I know, I know, I know.

But let's not think
about that now, my love.

The important thing is
I get to see you in the flesh,

even if it's just a glimpse.

Who is that, d'you think?

Aren't you going to answer it?

-Not this second.

Bridget's party tonight, I need
you to come as my guest.

-It's Patrick! Go and answer!
- Debbie's going to be there.

Debbie - who I need to
apologize to but I can't,

not without taking drugs,

which is the very thing
I need to apologize for.

And Julia - Julia will be there
and her bloody husband.

-Hello?
- Oh, hello, you are there.

Look, what do you think

If you think you're up to it.

No, of course I'm not, but
Nicholas Pratt's been round here

practically marching me
out of the door

saying I need to get
back in the swing of things.

Is he coming?
Tell him he has to come!

Sorry, are you with someone?

I hate to agree with Nicholas
Pratt, but perhaps he's right.

Well, look, can you help me Can you drive us?

Yeah, of course, but I have
to go to my meeting first.

What meeting?
Oh, that meeting.

I don't know how you
put up with those things.

Isn't it full of
the most ghastly people?

-Isn't any crowded room?
-Yes!

Yes, which is exactly why I
mustn't go to this bloody party!

It's three o'clock.
I'll see you there.

It's open to everyone,
by the way.

Patrick Melrose.
He'll be fun.

Have you told him about us?

No, you told me not to.
Have you?

I haven't seen Patrick
for years.

What did he say about me?

He said...he's very much looking
forward to meeting your husband.

-So am I.
-Christ, I hate parties.

Mm.

Okay.

-20 pounds.
-20 pounds?

That seems rather a...lot.

My daughter said she'd erm...

Excuse me. Sorry,
what are you doing here?

I'm sorry?

Are you looking
for the kitchens?

No, no, erm...
I'm Mrs. Watson-Scott.

Bridget's...erm...
Lady Bridget's mother.

Oh. Really?

Well, better
follow me. Come along.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-How's my favorite girl?
-Daddy!

What a lucky girl you are.

And on a busy day like this.

What are we reading? This one.

But you've already read this.

Please, Dada, it's my favorite.

Hm. Very well.

"For many generations, families
of mice have made their homes

in the roots and trunks of the
trees of Brambly Hedge..."

Both parents in one day!
We are honored.

We haven't time for this.
I need you to speak to security.

The Princess will be here soon.

You keep leaving
these things lying around.

Right you are.

-Hello, Virginia.
-Hello, Sonny. Happy birthday.

Granny!
I didn't know you were coming!

Here I am!

Hello, Bridget, darling.
Everything alright?

Absolutely perfect.

Okay, everyone, welcome.

My name's Harry.
If we can all start, please,

with a moment of silence.

I should really begin
with the childhood stuff.

I mean, that's when
it all starts, isn't it?

I'm 16 years old
and I go on this school trip.

I can't actually remember where
it was - Belgium or France...

..but when I was using, I
found it easy to cross the road

because I genuinely didn't care
if I was run over or not.

But now I'm in recovery
I'm fucking terrified.

I walk for miles
for a zebra crossing.

Just this morning I found myself

chopping out lines of
Colman's Mustard Powder.

Little neat lines.

I make tea,
and I find myself worrying

that I've put too much
sugar on the spoon.

I watch TV and I start
to think I'm controlling it.

I couldn't watch last night
'cause I was worried about

putting the weatherman off
by staring at him.

So...

Sometimes I think,
"Fuck it, what's the point?

Just...start...using again,

What's to stop you?"

Is...saying this out loud
meant to help somehow?

Am I meant to feel better now?

Anyway.

-Thanks.
-Thanks, Peter.

So, anybody else

Yeah. Hi. I'm Johnny.
I'm an addict.

Hi, Johnny!

I'm going to a party tonight
with a good friend,

also in recovery, not in NA.

And I know there'll be lots of
drugs around, alcohol too...

I'm going too!

-Hi, Johnny!
-Hi.

Anyway, it's a big party

and I just feel...

..under threat, I suppose.

And I wanted to reaffirm
my desire to stay clean today,

and hopefully keep
my friend clean too.

Okay. Thanks.

-Thanks, Johnny.
-Thanks, Johnny.

Now before we finish,
it's newcomer time.

Newcomers only, please.
Anyone?

Anyone?

Okay, if you could all
join me in the Serenity Prayer.

God, give me grace
to accept with serenity

the things
that cannot be changed.

Courage to change the things
which should be changed...

I knew you
were talking about Cheatley!

Hey, but is it true
that Patrick Melrose is coming?

'Cause I'm not sure
it's good for people like us

-to be around that negativ--
-And here he is!

-Hello, Patrick!
-Amanda.

Nice to see you out and about.

Amanda was just wondering
if you were coming to the party.

-You know, I think I may.
-Great!

I'll see you there!

Might need you
for an emergency meeting.

I'll feel safer
knowing you're there.

Okay. Bye. Patrick.

She's not an addict, she just
likes a bit of coke. Amateur!

Honestly, I don't know
how you stand it.

The slogans,
the fatuous jargon--

That's not a reason
to hope they fail.

I don't hope they fail.

I just don't know how anybody
can bear the hypocrisy.

They have a slogan for that too.
"Fake it to make it."

Christ,
it's worse than I thought.

-It's just a place to confess.
-Fine.

If you confess to things that
matter and people never do.

Even so, if it helps to say
these things out loud--

-But it's just so unnecessary!
-Why?

Don't you find it hard
not to take drugs?

Of course. It's a fucking
nightmare, being lucid.

My inner-life, Johnny, is an
endless reel of decapitations

and dogs fighting over the liver

that I'd quite like back,
thank you very much.

Oblivion would be wonderful,

if I didn't have this horror
of forgetting.

-Forgetting what?
-Don't try and make me share.

Don't try to recruit me
to your little cult.

There are things I haven't
told anybody, and never will.

Including you.

Well, fine, then.
I won't ask.

I'd just like some Earl Grey
tea. Thank you very much!

Mummy!
Look what Granny got me!

-Would you like one?
-You mustn't give her sweets.

They're very bad for her teeth.

Nanny disapproves terribly.
Don't you, Nanny?

Yes, I do.
What are we talking about?

No! Absolutely
no sweeties in the nursery!

I'm not in the nursery anymore!

And now she's over-excited!

Perhaps she could just have
one or two after dinner.

Ah, yes, now, the dinner.

Erm...I meant to tell you,

you're going out for supper
with our neighbors,

-the Bossington-Lanes.
-Oh.

It's just gonna be so stuffy

and formal here
with Princess Margaret.

Oh, you don't mind, do you?

We just thought it'd be nicer,

more relaxed,
round their dinner table.

And then you can join us later
for the big party,

-you know, the exciting bit.
-No, no, that sounds very nice.

Erm... Will you excuse me?
I must just--

You deserve an Oscar.

-I'm thinking of her too!
-Of course.

Is Granny upset?

What on earth
makes you say that?

She looked sad when she left.

That's just the way
her face looks when it relaxes.

Well, must get on.
So much still to do!

"Book early to avoid
disappointment." Hm.

..a man who's run six
marathons,

has run from John o' Groats
to Land's End.

-Good evening.

But as night falls,
so will those temperatures.

Nothing unusual
for this time of year,

and it's gonna be a dry night
but with temperatures of one...

..temperatures of erm...

-Tomorrow, we're looking at--

Good God,
what an appalling dump.

You see what I'm reduced to?

left or right?

Don't mind.

I'm a very tired man.

Come and talk to me, Patrick.

Patrick. Come and talk
to your dear old dad.

Please.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Well, don't be long.

Patrick?

Patrick, where are you?
Patrick!

Johnny, can we get out of here,
as soon as possible?

Lines. Gloves.

Now we'll let you know
when it's time to come back.

-Yes.
-Not too early!

-Righty-o!
-Oh, don't say righty-o.

I'm sorry. Must have got it
from your father!

-Do you have some money?
-Yes, yes, I think so.

The taxi was a lot more
expensive than I thought
from the station.

Here comes the Princess!
She's here!

For goodness sake, I'll
pay you back later. Just go!

Drive, drive!

-Remember. Don't fawn.
-Righty-o.

Oh, not you too.

-Bloody hell, Bridget.
-Only the best for Sonny.

Stay close.
Don't go too far away, will you?

I won't.

Hold your nerve.
It's gonna be fine.

So this old flame of yours,
Bridget Gravesend,

-she's bien née ?
-Oh, dear me, no.

Father was very
used-car-salesman,

mother pure Surrey Pines.

"Not quite from the top basket,"
as you say.

All the old faces.

I wouldn't be surprised
if my fucking father

leapt out from
behind one of these pillars.

-"Boo!"
-Champagne, gentlemen?

-No.
-No, thank you.

Years since I've talked to
strangers without drugs.

Even when we did take drugs,

all we ever saw
was the inside of loos.

Yes. Nowadays when I go
to the loo, I say to myself,

"What are you doing here?
You don't take drugs anymore."

It's only after I've stormed out
that I remember I need a piss.

Oh, I suppose "the young" will
be taking ecstasy this evening.

Ecstasy,
the non-addictive high.

Call me old-fashioned, but I
don't really see the attraction

of a non-addictive drug.

If it doesn't fuck you up,
what's the point?

Oh, Christ, I need a drink!

-No, thank you.
-No, thank you.

Look, I feel a bit stupid,
saying this to you,

but...if you did want to talk--

Oh, for fuck's sake,
stop trying to recruit me.

-Purely as a friend.
-I'm sorry.

Patrick Melrose.
I kept hearing you'd died.

Only once or twice.

-Bridget, you look lovely.
-It's true, you do.

Oh. Thank you, both of you.

Now,
I've put you next to someone

-who'll keep an eye on you.
-Oh.

My cousin, Mary.

Her Royal Highness,
Princess Margaret.

don't sit down
until P.M. sits down!

Ma'am!

Of course
I love the countryside,

but I do wish
everything would stay still.

I'm so aesthetic.
I want to arrange the cows

and then glue them
to the spot.

Tony, you are funny!

What's he doing here, anyway?
Bloody Rasputin!

You're ridiculous,
a ridiculous snob.

-Ma'am, if I could just--
-Oh. Why?

-Where am I sitting?
-Next to the French Ambassador.

I think it was
Marcel Proust who said

that the number
of guests at a dinner

should be more than the Graces,
but less than the Muses.

But this is absolutely
extraordinary.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Shall we get started?

Fuck.

My lady-in-waiting turned to
to the taxi driver and said,

"Take us to
the Royal Garden Hotel."

Which, as you know, is
at the bottom of the drive.

And the taxi driver
nodded at me and said,

"I know where she lives!"

What a wonderful story!

What wonderful people!
Salt of the earth.

One does like to travel...

-I saw you earlier.
-Hm?

In reception.
We're staying at the same hotel.

Ah! Home of the famous
Cotswold Carvery.

"Book early
to avoid disappointment."

Yes, if only I'd known
it was so easy.

Would you rather be there
than here?

Almost anywhere.

Except if I wasn't here, this is
the only place I'd want to be.

So...how do you manage?

Hm

It's impossible.

Salvation crumbles
the moment you touch it.

I mean,
look at all these people -

snobs, social climbers,

museum pieces.

I must say, I'm not sure
why I'm here either.

I think Bridget likes the family
to know she's arrived.

I'm sure.
But arrived where?

What is this

It's hard to tell
in this murky sauce.

Yes, it is venison. I'm
awfully sorry about the sauce.

-It's perfectly disgusting.

Do you like it? It's venison.

Really, it is something
absolutely marvelous.

And the sauce, it's so subtle.

I didn't know one could find
such cooking in this country...

Ma'am. Oh, Ma'am.

-I'm sorry. The sauce.
-Wipe.

-I beg your pardon?
-I said wipe.

Yes. Sure.

Excuse me.

I thought I couldn't dislike
the sauce more

when it was on my plate.

The sauce has been a disaster,
Ma'am, I'm so sorry.

There's no need for you
to apologize.

-Look, another one.
-Jacques--

Jacqueline, I have done
something unpardonable.

Ma'am, let me help you.

No. He spilt it.
He should wipe it up!

-Yes.
-In fact, one feels

he could have had a great career

in dry-cleaning if he hadn't
been blown off course.

Allez, Jacques, that's enough.

There's another spot there.
Wipe it up!

C'est insupportable!

What is "insupportable"
is being showered

with this revolting sauce!

I needn't remind you
that your husband

is Ambassador
to the Court of St. James!

Silence.
I don't approve of silences!

I get fallow deer sent to me
from Richmond Park.

You have to be on the list.

The Queen said to me, "Put
yourself on the list." So I did.

How very sensible,
Ma'am.

What I admire about
Princess Margaret

is the way she puts
everyone at their ease.

Are you alright?

Putain de merde!

Hello, little girl.

Who are you?

I'm Belinda.

Is Princess Margaret in there?

Remind me, Sonny,
do you have any children?

Yes, indeed, Ma'am.
A daughter, seven years old.

No male heir, then?

Even so, I'm very fond of her.

Of course, in many ways
I feel responsible.

It was I, after all,
who introduced

the humble Miss Watson-Scott,
as she then was,

to the beau monde
at your dear father's house.

Who knew then
she was destined to command

-the heights of society?
-Hm.

You're very lucky, you know,
a reprobate like you,

to be invited to
this glittering occasion.

I'm eternally grateful.

-How are you managing?
-Dying for a drink.

Well, this is quite delicious,
you have my sympathy.

I've never been a heroin addict

but I did have
to give up cigarettes,

-which was quite hard enough.
-Oh, dear.

-Do you think someone--
-Will you excuse me a moment?

Are you looking for someone?

I wanted to meet
Princess Margaret.

I see.

Well, I think you'd be
better off without, believe me.

Why don't we ask
your mother to come over?

Oh, look. There's a little
person who can't sleep.

Who is that?

I'm afraid it's my daughter,
Ma'am.

-She should be in bed.
-Thank you, Patrick.

Darling, what are you doing up?
This is a dinner for grown-ups.

-Which one's Princess Margaret?
-Yes.

Why don't you get your mother
to present you to her?

Will you, Mummy

Are you involved in politics?
For my own part,

I don't mind who's in government
if they're good at governing.

left, right, left, right...

-Ma'am, I'd like to introduce--
-Not now.

She should be in bed.
She'll only get over-excited.

Quite right. Honestly,
darling, how did she escape?

Go on.

Now, I really think it's
about time we joined the others.

Oh, must we?

We've been having
such a cozy time.

I do so hate big parties.

So do I.
It was all my wife's idea.

Sonny and I
are so grateful to you.

Oh. Anything for Sonny.
Try to avoid Bridget, though.

-She can be rather fierce.
-Of course.

If security asks, you're to
pretend to be my wife.

How far am I
meant to go with that?

Oh, Patrick's here.

Oh, Christ.

Sir.

My dear, what a nice surprise!

-George!

I'm sitting here because I
can't hear anything otherwise.

I thought people
were supposed to lead lives

-of quiet desperation.
-Not quiet enough.

Now. Have you found something
that you enjoy doing?

Yes, but sadly
I've had to give that up.

Then you're guilty
of the greatest sin of all.

-Am I?
-Wasting time.

You must make a contribution.

No man is an island,

though there are a surprising
number here who own one.

And not just in Scotland.

Though, of course you're right.

"If you have a talent, use it.

Or you'll be miserable
all your life."

It was just about the only
non-hostile remark he ever made.

He was a very brilliant man,
but he was never happy, I think.

Yes, well...I hardly
ever think of him these days.

He would've hated you to make
the same mistakes, Patrick.

No more wasted time.

I...I must...go and find my...

Yes, yes, yes. Go. Go.

-Patrick.
-Debbie.

You look lovely.

But then
you always did at parties.

I'm surprised you remember.

You were either upstairs
in bed with someone else,

or passed out in the loo.

Yes, that's actually something
I wanted to talk to you about.

I don't think I was
terribly nice to you and I--

I know this one. This is
a 12-step thing, isn't it?

I'm part of your
"moral inventory".

-No, I just--
-Will you excuse me?

David, Cindy!

Cindy. You made it!

-Happy birthday, darling.

Sonny, are you sure
this is all above board?

Bridget just gave me
the most terrible scowling look.

Just stick to the story.

You met Cindy,
your wife couldn't come,

asked her instead, didn't check
-it's nothing to do with me.

Right. So, erm...

I met Cindy, wife couldn't come,
asked Cindy instead...

-Hello, you.
-Happy birthday, darling.

Oh. - So glad you're here.

It's the best birthday present--

What I find with beautiful women

is that after one's
waited around for ages,

they all arrive at once, like
buses are supposed to do.

Not that I've ever waited
around for a bus.

Look at Princess Margaret.

One has to be careful
not to trip over her.

That was quite a scene.

Mm. Yes, I do admire P.M.

She has something of
your father's joie-de-vivre.

-Imagine if they'd met!
-Imagine.

The way she used
a minor accident

to screw maximum humiliation
out of the Ambassador.

Of course I'm absolutely
devoted to his wife, who,

behind that phoney chic,
is a genuinely malicious person.

-And here they are!
-Will you excuse me?

I must go and talk
to our hostess.

I hope we didn't drive
away your young friend.

-He seemed very nervous.
-Oh, we can get on without him.

Mon cher Jacques, I thought
you were absolutely brilliant,

the way you handled
that tiresome woman.

Thank you, but I feel the royal
presence bearing down on us.

Maybe we could explore
the depths of the party.

My dear fellow,
you are the depths of the party.

Au revoir!

A tout à l'heure.

Consorting with the enemy?

They came to me
for sympathy, Ma'am.

I told them they'd come
to the wrong place!

He's a clumsy fool,
and as to his absurd wife...

Hello, there!
Isn't this a lovely party?

Ma'am.

I'll come and find you later,
alright?

Oh. Yes.

-Who was that?
-My daughter.

Now, where was I?
I've quite lost my flow...

The main thing I remember,

apart from
your poisonous father,

was that beautiful house.

Nothing compared to all of this.

Ohhh!

Yes,
it's funny how things turn out.

It's all lovely, I just wish it
wasn't full of such awful shits.

Not you, of course.
Or Mummy.

You seemed...

incredibly cool to me,
unlike my parents' usual crowd.

And kinder too.

Kind?

You're sure you're not confusing
me with someone else?

You wouldn't be an angel
and talk to her for a second?

Mummy - Oh.

This is my old friend
Patrick Melrose.

-Oh, yes, I remember.
-So. Quite a party!

Bridget! Lovely party!

I met Cindy,
my wife couldn't come, so...

..starts to show.
May I touch it?

Oh, Sonny.
There's nothing to touch.

Not for weeks yet.

-What is it, darling?
-Oh, er...

Oh...

I just saw Cindy Smith
with Sonny.

I said we shouldn't invite her
'cause we didn't know her

and now she's here.

-Oh, I'm just being paranoid.
-Yes, yes. Probably.

-Um...
-Probably paranoid?

Is there somewhere we can go?

"Love Is All Around"

Joe Wagner on the saxophone.

Patrick Melrose,
why aren't you drinking?

-Happy birthday, Sonny!
-Don Wills on the trombone!

You know,
I frightfully dislike this bit.

What makes you think
we wanna know their names?

-Saw you talking to Bridget...
-Chilly Willy Watson on cornet.

-She looked awfully stormy.

Sonny, may I steal Patrick
for a moment?

-Chilly Willy Watson!
-You alright?

Yes, sorry, I...
I just thought I...

Let's go here.

I thought I'd save you
from our host.

Oh! There's an air
of palpable stupidity

that comes off that man,

like opening the door
to a sauna.

-It makes sense.
-No.

-No, I can't tell her tonight.
-You can tell her I'm...

My God, look at them all.

I remember these people
from my childhood.

Hard and dull.

-They're the last Marxists.
-Hm?

The last people to believe
class is a total explanation.

Let's get out of here.
Come on.

What are you two
muttering about?

Hello, stranger.

Oh, Christ.

Johnny, Patrick,
this is my husband.

-This is Angus.
-Quite a party.

Must have cost
a pretty penny, eh?

My husband is obsessed
with how much everything costs.

Why don't you get me a drink?
They're free.

-Johnny will help you.
-Actually,

-Johnny and I were just
about to--
-Come on!

Come on, then. -

He looked so good on paper

but he's completely obsessed
with whether a cheap-day return

is refundable if you don't
use the second half.

Shall we go exploring?
It's very good to see you again.

I thought perhaps
you'd been avoiding me.

-As a bad influence.
-Not you. The world.

Well... You're here now.

Perhaps we can liven up
this dreary party.

You certainly have to kick a lot
of bodies to find a live one.

Tony's got some charlie.

I suppose
that's against the rules now.

-Is it?
-I think technically, yes.

Christ, why are you all so dull?

Men used to talk to me about how
they used butter for sex.

Now they tell me how they've
eliminated it from their diet.

Look, there's Debbie.
Doesn't she look beautiful?

Very.

I suppose
I'd better go and find Johnny.

-We could always go upstairs.
-Upstairs. What for?

For sex. No strings.

Well,
I suppose it's something to do.

-Thank you.
-No, no, I'm very keen.

-Well, come on, then, let's go.

-I'm sorry, ma'am, the house--
-We're staying here.

Thank you!

I can't help thinking
this is a terrible idea.

Sssh! Listen!

..humiliating that is!

Please talk about this
in the morning.

We
will talk about it now!

Our guests are
beginning to wonder where we--

I don't care about
your fucking guests!

Tell me, is it the first time...

You must have heard.

-About the affair?
-Oh, it gets better.

Cindy's pregnant
with a precious boy-child.

Sonny's so desperate for a male
heir he's going to make Cindy

-next Countess of Gravesend.
-Poor Bridget.

Like some tin-pot Henry VIII.

-Honestly, you have to laugh.
-Well, you don't have to laugh.

Oh, don't be so pious.
Serves her right.

-What for?
-You know what for.

All that climbing.
No wonder she looks so tired.

You know, I have my reservations
about your character.

-Me too. Quick - let's go.
-Did you fuck her here?

No! Yes, yes, alright,
but not in our bedroom!

Ooh!

Guess who
I'm having an affair with?

Do we have to talk
about this now?

Your friend Johnny.

That's completely put me off.

I thought you might want
to steal me back.

Johnny's perfectly nice
but that's the problem.

I was so pleased when I found
out you were coming tonight.

Patrick Melrose.

It took me by surprise.

-The fact is, I've missed you.
-Me... Me too.

But I think...

I think I'd prefer to
remain friends with Johnny.

Really?

I just don't want
any more irony and tension.

But you love irony and tension!

I think you imagine
everyone else is just like you.

Fuck off, Patrick.

Alright, I think we'd
better go down, don't you?

Before we have a row.

-You go first.
-God, you're a pain.

Oh, God.

I broke a glass.
Don't tell my father.

What about your mother

Patrick...what is it, love?

What would you
have said to him?

"Power Of Love"

I was looking for you.
Where have you been?

Nowhere. I wonder -
can we find somewhere to talk?

-Yeah.
-Sorry.

I told you there's something

I've never said out loud
and never would.

And now I'm going to.

Forgive my inarticulacy,
it's not that I'm embarrassed,

it's just... I don't want it
to be a burden for you.

-Just go ahead.

So.

I've told you about my parents'
drunkenness and the violence,

but what I was skirting around--

-Not now.
-No, thank you.

Just to let you know
the fireworks

-will start in a few minutes.
-Thank you.

When I was eight,
and for some years afterwards

my father "abused" me

as...we're invited
to call it these days.

What do you mean, "abused"?

I...

It was...

Oh, God...

Nobody should do that
to anybody else.

-The first time--
-The fireworks are about--

Do you think you could leave us
alone for one fucking minute

-so we can have a conversation?
-I'm sorry, sir.

Do we look like children?

Do we look like we're interested
in the fucking fireworks?

What do I mean by abused?

I mean sexually abused.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

No wonder you hated him so much.

Well, now you know.

The first incident
masqueraded as a punishment,

though I never knew the crime...

which gave it a certain
Kafkaesque charm..

What a bastard.

It must have split
the world in half.

Yes, I think
that is what happened.

What makes you think that?

It just seemed obvious.

In that moment,
when it was happening -

this will sound strange, but...

..there was a lizard
on the wall.

A gecko, bright green.

I thought, "If I can
somehow put myself inside...

..then I might be able
to get through this."

Not much of an escape plan,
I know.

Ahhh...

The point is...

..now I'm exhausted hating him.

It's not enough.

And if I'm going
to break out into the world

not just this -
but the real world,

to learn something,
make a contribution,

live rather than just survive,

then I am going to have to
say these things out loud.

We are missing
the fireworks, if you want to--

It's alright.

I wondered whether perhaps
you'd like your old room back?

Oh, Mummy, I don't know.

Can we just talk about it
when we get there?

-Whatever makes you happy.

I've treated you dreadfully
sometimes.

-Snobbishly.
-Oh, no.

Only sometimes.

Your father always blamed
that Nicholas Pratt man.

You were such a nice girl
until you met him,

and then you started
criticizing everything at home,

people you'd known all your
life - perfectly nice people.

Your father always loved you,
but...

I can't pretend
he wasn't hurt sometimes.

-Have I said too much?
-No!

Not at all.

Let's have a nice
long talk tomorrow.

We should probably get going.
We've a long way to go.

Yes.

-I'm not recruiting, I swear.
-Go on.

Perhaps the only way to
move on is to become...

more detached from yourself...

..and more attached
to something else.

-A hobby, you mean?

Someone else.

-Fall in love, have kids.
-Hm.

Yeah. Why not?

I tried falling in love,
many times, as you know.

Not sure that was love.

you get excited thinking someone
can mend your broken heart,

disappointed
when you realize they can't.

But the next time.

Hm. Of course, the other danger
is, without bitterness, spite,

sarcasm, snobbery
and self-loathing,

-there might be nothing left.
-Perhaps.

Or...think what you could
put there instead.

Ah, here's our hostess!

I wanted to find Sonny.

I really couldn't care less,
Ma'am.

I've been a bloody fool.

Well, I can't say I disagree.

I was driven to it!
Bridget's not having a son

has been frightfully hard.

I'm just not sure I like
the idea of life without her.

And Cindy has got
some very peculiar ideas.

She's already suggested
I knock a wall through.

And she looks at the furniture
like a bloody auctioneer.

Isn't that Bridget now?

-Bridget! Bridget!

Bridget, where are you going?

Bridget! Stop the car! Stop!

Oh, I'm sure my father
was intensely unhappy,

but to forgive someone,

doesn't there have to be
some attempt to change?

But if he'd changed,
he wouldn't need forgiveness.

Excuse me

Erm...I'm sorry
if I snapped at you earlier.

It's just I was in the middle of
saying something rather tricky.

I was only doing my job.

I know you were
and I apologize.

So do you think there's
any way to forgive him?

Of course.
It really wasn't that bad.

No, not you!

Well, if the waiter
can forgive me...

You go ahead. I don't think
I could get to sleep just yet.

And the thought of
that hotel room - oof.

Well, thanks for telling me.

No need to get
Californian about it.

No need to be so English.

-It's the end of the party.
-It's more than that.

It's the end of an era.

Well, let's hope so.

Can I help you?

I knew a Chilly Willy
in New York.

-You're not...
-Where'd he live?

-Tenth Avenue.
-What did he do?

He sold...
He lived on the streets.

It's impossible, I know. I...

The coat.

The English guy who wouldn't
take his coat off, right?

Patrick Melrose.

Christ! You look well.

Er...I...I didn't ever know...

I was always a musician, man.

I just er...you know?

Your wife once sold me
a horse syringe for 20 dollars.

-It was like this.
-Yeah, she OD'd.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Still, it's a miracle
you're alive.

-You too.

But then...
everything's a miracle, man.

It's a miracle we don't melt in
the bath like a piece of soap.

-Nice to meet you.
-You too.

Erm... See you
at breakfast, perhaps?

Yes. Why not?

-The Cotswold Carvery?
-Hm.

Around nine.

Avoid disappointment.

"Power Of Love"