Patrick Melrose (2018): Season 1, Episode 4 - Mother's Milk - full transcript

"Feeling Good"

You alright?

Robert, darling.

Let's say hello later.
We need to go to the airport,

pick up Granny Kettle.

-Daddy! Daddy!
-Fucking hell!

-Patrick!
-I wanna go horse-riding,
I wanna go horse-riding!

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry,
Thomas.

Oh, okay.

Oh, I was only just
dropping off.

I've been awake half the night.



-And now it's time to get up.

I thought we were on holiday?

So did I. But we've been up
since five, haven't we, Thomas?

Right.

We're off to the airport
to fetch my mother.

-Mm. Don't rush back.

Well, there's lots to do.

Open all the windows,
air the place.

And you ought to finish the
unpacking. That'd be helpful.

Thomas.

Robert, airport!

Robert, airport!

Yeah!

-Seamus.
-Patrick!



I thought I heard your car
last night.

Welcome back.

Eleanor cannot wait to see you.

Oh, sorry, this is Kevin.

-Annette.
-Hey, Patrick.

We were just discussing how
wonderful your mother is,

to let the Foundation
make use of your beautiful home.

Amazing woman. She's helped
so many people to connect.

-With what?
-With other realities.

Yes. Well, meanwhile,
back in this one,

I opened my wardrobe this
morning to find so many copies

of Way Of The Soul, they were
getting in the way of the shoes.

"Way of the shoes." Genius.

reminding us to keep our feet
on the ground.

Do you think these signs
of institutional life

could be removed
when we're here on holiday?

In August,
this is our family home.

Of course. I apologize.

These leaflets on reiki
workshops and healing circles

are entirely lost on us.

And this board,
while an attractive cork,

is yours, not ours.

I'll take it to my cottage.

-You mean my mother's cottage?
-Where she lets me stay.

For how long? I thought
you were going back to Ireland.

No, I'm here
for the whole summer.

You won't even know I'm here.

Monsieur Melrose?

Bonjour, Claudine.
Comment va ma mère?

Si vous voulez la voir,
elle vous attend.

I want you to know that...

..I'm very unhappy...

..at not...

..being able to communic...

Yes.

-That must be horrible.
-Yes.

Horrible.

Yes.

But I am brave.

Er...the others are at the
airport picking up Mary's
mother.

They're all very keen
to see you.

Only when you feel up to it,
of course.

And Thomas has grown,
as you'd...expect.

Are they er...

-Thomas...
-What's this?

..is like me.

I'm sorry, I'm just trying to...

Good flight, Kettle?

Hello, Patrick. No, hideous.

There was an awful woman next
to me who was terrifically proud
of her breasts

and kept sticking them
in her child's face.

It's called
breastfeeding.

Thank you, darling.

I know it's all the rage but
when I was having children

the clever woman was the one
who went to the party looking as
if she'd never been pregnant,

not the one with
her breasts sticking out.

-Daddy, I'm coming!
-At least not for
breastfeeding.

Robert, will you show
Granny to her room?

Patrick?

Goodness, you're drinking.

Temporary measure.

It's been a while.

She's really outdone herself
this time.

From the solicitor's,
care of my mother -

if "care" is the right word.

I've been disinherited.

What?

She's signing the house
over to this joke charity.

Nothing to us,
nothing to our children.

-Patrick, that's awful--
-Oh, and she wants me
to check for loopholes,

make sure the whole thing
runs smoothly.

It's not enough
to be disinherited,

she wants me to
chip in with the paperwork!

-Did she say why?
-Took her half the morning,

but apparently
she wants "to do good".

She wants to help people -
anyone, really,

just as long as they're not
fucking related to her!

-Not so loud.
-She seeks "closure"
and "my validation".

That bastard Seamus
might as well be

whispering in her fucking ear!

-Darling, you're ranting.
-I have to rant!

She was always a lousy mother.

But I hoped she might take
a holiday from that towards
the end of her life,

feel that she'd achieved enough
by way of betrayal and neglect

and that now it was time
for her to take a break

and play with her grandchildren.

You know what frightens me
the most

is how much I loathe her!

When I read the letter,
I tried to loosen my collar
so I could breathe

and I realized
it wasn't my collar,

it was actually a noose
tightening around my neck -

a noose of loathing!

She's not going to change
now. She's a frightened woman--

I know! I know.

What do I loathe, then?

I loathe...

the poison dripping down
from generation to generation.

And I'd rather die than inflict
the same thing on our children.

That won't happen.

Not if we don't let it.

But please don't drink.

For us.

She's giving it all away?

To the charity, yes.

Strange kind of charity.

Robert. Go and say hello.

I'm only telling you in case...

Patrick!
-..Patrick seems a little off.

So he should be!

It's so lovely here.

You found it.
-Yes.

Oh, it's good to be here.

Who's this now?

I told you,
it's Patrick's friend Julia.

Lucy's her daughter.

He certainly seems
pleased to see her.

Hello, Mary!

He's just being nice.

She's been having a hard time.

But can't you fight it? You're
a barrister, for Christ's sake!

She may be an unmaternal idiot
but it's her money.

If she wants to burn the last
of it on a New Age hotel,

there's nothing
I can do to stop her.

Well, can't you pretend to be a
shaman and keep the place?

Sadly, I'm one of
the few people on earth

that has absolutely
no healing powers.

Why aren't you two
playing with each other?

Play.

Play!

Besides, I find it difficult
enough looking after my family,

let alone saving the world.

I think looking after
your children

can be another way of giving up.

Well, they become
the whole ones,

the well ones, the ones
who don't drink too much,

get divorced,

become mentally ill.

You spend so much time
guarding them

against decay and depression

that you end up
decayed and depressed.

Sorry.

I'm a bit down.

Since the divorce, I get these
terrible moments of vertigo,

like I don't exist.

I get that.

At your age? I think
that's very pretentious.

It's true.

But it doesn't stop you
being a happy child, does it?

Sometimes.

When it's happening.

You're doing a wonderful job.

Hello, there.

Oh, Christ, it's the landlord.

You don't like Julia very much.

Robert!

I do like her.

But whereas clever people
are just thinking out loud,

Julia's thinking about
what she sounds like.

I shouldn't have said that.

Don't repeat it.

Are you a healer
yourself?

Yes, Seamus,
who have you healed?

Well, I actually worked in a
nursing home for many years,

washing patients
covered in their own feces,

spoon-feeding old people
who couldn't feed themselves,

that sort of thing.

And, do you know what?
I'm grateful for it, Julia.

It's kept me grounded.

What a shame you didn't stick to
that. You might have actually
done some tangible good.

Patrick likes to keep me
grounded too.

But I think we do
tangible good here,

with the courses we run.

We bring inner-city kids here
and they love it -

the meditation, the drumming.

They... They say to me...

"Seamus, this is incredible!

It's like tripping
without the drugs."

Do we need a charity
for tripping?

With all the ills in the world,

it seems a rather
wild hole to plug.

Can't you just give them acid?

You can tell he's a barrister.

I'm all for people
having hobbies.

Can't they do it in the comfort
of their own homes?

Sadly, Patrick, some homes
are not that comfortable.

No.

I know the feeling.

Well, Julia...

Fascinating.

Mon pleasure.

Seamus?

Patrick?

This gift of Eleanor's
about the house.

-Yeah, she mentioned that.
-I'm looking into it.

Don't go picking out
the wallpaper just yet.

I hesitate to mention this.

Please keep on hesitating.

But this idea of yours
to sign the house over

to the Foundation...

I've looked over the paperwork
and I have to point out

-it leaves you very exposed.
-I really...

-Of course you must do as you
wish but your store of capital--
-No, please...

-No.
-..won't pay for much more--

-I...
-..care.

We could go broke very quickly.

Patrick is only trying to help.

-You can do what you want.
-Yes.

If you could just loan the house
for the time being--

-I really do object!
-..and decide...

It's okay.

Well, we'll leave you.

You must be tired.

Sorry if I upset you.

Please don't...leave me.

I want to go away.

What do you mean?

Leave here.

Yes.

What can drive a man mad is
being forced to have the emotion

he's being forbidden to have
at the same time.

The treachery
makes me feel furious

and now
I'm being forced to feel pity.

Well, I'm a simple sort of man
and I remain fucking angry!

Robert, everyone's
by the pool. Go and join them.

I don't think it's kind to turn
Robert against his grandmother.

In a beauty contest

between her only child
and a complete stranger,

my mother chose the stranger.

And you're right
to feel betrayed

-but Robert has his own--
-No, we've all been lied to.

Whatever happened in the past,

at least we had somewhere
we all felt at home.

And now all those little
concessions to family feeling

are being tossed away
to be replaced

by the trademark
family malice and spite.

-Well, that's not inevitable!
-Isn't it?

Not necessarily! Please.

Spend time with the children.

That's why we're here.

Right, who wants
to play in the pool?

-Robert?
-I'm reading.

Oh, come on, let's play!

That's why we're here.

Julia?

No No?

-No, thanks.
-Didn't ask you.

-Come on.
-Dad!

Stop being silly!

-Oh, come on, Robert.
-Stop!

-Don't be a bore.
-Stop! I'm serious, stop!

-I knew this would happen.
-Oh, for God's sake, Kettle.

Oh, I'm sure he's fine.

Of course he's fine. You're
fine, aren't you, Robert?

-Yes, I'm fine.
-There, you see, he's fine.

It's just a game, a bit of fun.

That looks like fun.

No, not fun.
Necessity, I'm afraid.

Want one?

-I've got my own.
-Of course you do.

But if you're offering.
How long?

Four years.

I thought you were only meant
to take it for 30 days.

Oh, I definitely have a problem.

Namely that
they're not strong enough.

I get all the side effects -
memory loss, dehydration,

nightmarish withdrawals -
everything except the sleep.

Strange to think
we used to do this for fun.

Remember taking acid in Greece?

I remember where you stashed it.

Yes, sorry about that.

I didn't mind.

But let's not get nostalgic.

Another pleasure denied.

Whenever I get nostalgic,
I force myself to remember

what youth was actually like.

It was awful.

The trouble is,
all I remember is the sex.

A great abundance of sex
and a sense of potential

instead of an absence of sex
and a sense of waste.

Christ, I'm gonna need
40 milligrams tonight.

Perhaps...

Perhaps we shouldn't be
having this conversation.

Perhaps not.

Oh, my darling.

So sorry to wake you.

What time is it?

It's very early.

Are we going now?

Shall I pack my bag?

Oh, my darling.

I have to go without you.

You can't.

-Darling, please understand.
-I want to come.

You have to stay here with your
father just for a short while.

-I want to come.
-And then when I've spoken
to the lawyers...

-No, please--
-Patrick.

Listen to me.

This is very important.

But I've got to do this
properly, yes?

In exactly the right way.

And then I can come back
and get you.

Then we can be together.

Patrick.

Do you understand?

Daddy.
-Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing?

Oh, Thomas has pushed me
out of bed again.

So I thought I'd go
and sleep in his room.

But that's Julia's room.

Yes.

Erm...I was just checking
to see if she was--

Oh, poor Thomas.

Well, I better... You must...

Night.

Robert? Lunch!

There.

I must say, having you both
here at the same time

is like a dream.

Like...

..a...

-..dream.
-My dear.

So nice to see you out.
How are you?

Very...

Well, I'll leave you two
to chat.

Uh...Thomas,
don't play with the wine.

That's for grown-ups.

It certainly is.

Oh, is that the answer?

-We'll find out, won't we?
-I'm sure we will.

I was going to buy Thomas some
child reins for his birthday

but apparently
they're out of fashion.

I'm not putting my child
in a harness.

Really? Nanny used
to swear by them.

-And I used to swear at them.
-You didn't, actually,

because swearing
was not allowed.

Unlike some households.

Which of our mothers is worst,
do you think?

I realize the disinheritance
thing gives Eleanor the edge

but yours is really
putting in the work.

At least eat something first.

Anyone who thinks a week is
a long time in politics should
have her to stay.

A week's a fucking eternity.

I don't know how you cope
without a nanny, Mary.

I don't know how
I'd cope with one.

I've always wanted to
look after the children myself.

Yes, motherhood takes
some people that way.

It didn't in my case but then I
was quite young when I had Lucy.

I think you can be
too nice to children.

If you want them to grow up
to be corporate lawyers
or chief executives,

no use filling their head with
ideas of trust and truth-telling

and reliability.

They won't be able
to compete in the real world.

Hear, hear! Hello, there.

Oh, Christ.

I was gonna call by
and see Eleanor.

But here she is now.

-Hello.
-Seamus, please sit here.

Join us for lunch.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I wouldn't want to intrude
on a family affair.

Well, maybe just for
a moment or two.

-Patrick says you're a writer.
-Did I?

I've sometimes thought myself
about writing a book.

I've got so many ideas but it's
putting them down on paper.

It can do your head in.

I've done a beginning -
several beginnings.

But maybe it's
all just beginnings.

-Do you know what I mean?
-I do.

She's doing this on purpose now
just to annoy us.

We won't give her
the satisfaction.

It all sounds
absolutely fascinating.

Join us.
I'll sign you up for a session.

D'you know? Perhaps I will.

Patrick?

I'm going to do a workshop.

Yes, you should. It's the only
way you'll get to see the house
in the cherry season.

Oh, the cherries!
Now, they are something.

Me and Eleanor always
have this little ritual

we do around the cherries,
don't we, Eleanor?

-Yes.
-The fruits of life, you know.

It sounds
very profound.

Do they taste any better than if

they were simply
the fruits of the cherry tree?

Ch... Ch... Cherries.

-I'll bring you some.
-What a handsome rent!

No...
-A simple bowl of cherries
for all of this.

-No...
-Talk about luck of the Irish.

No... Enough!

-..rent!
-Rob...

No.

I'll go.

It's my fault.

I'm not giving you much
of a holiday, am I?

Must try harder.

Is Granny really giving
it all away?

That's what she wants to do.

We love it here.

I know, but it's hers not ours.

She's always been
pathologically generous.

And if she was giving it
to the blind or the homeless

or medical research
or victims of torture,

we'd be...not delighted
but we'd understand.

But...she's giving it to Seamus?

To the Foundation.

So, yes, to Seamus.

Do you loathe her?

Of course not.

And you mustn't either.

Well, this is a touching scene.

Mary wants you back
before Seamus seduces Kettle.

He's trying to get Mary
disinherited as well?

We'll have to kill him
after all.

If we kill Seamus,
do we keep the house?

Sadly not.

More efficient to kill Kettle
before she changes her will.

You're right! I let emotion
cloud my judgment.

I'm going to read my book.

I suppose I should be
more careful.

About what?

I've tried so hard not to pass
on the malice and resentment,

give them a different
sort of childhood.

But they're just fresh mistakes.

And Robert notices everything.

He caught me
outside your room last night.

What were you doing
outside my room?

I thought I'd come and see you.

Would you have been pleased?

Maybe next time.

There's going to be a next time?

Well, you're bored and lonely.

I'm bored and lonely.

That's a terrifying amount of
boredom and loneliness

in one room.

Maybe they'll cancel
each other out,

like electrical charges.

Well, we should
conduct an experiment.

In controlled conditions.

See if we eliminate boredom

or achieve
an overload of loneliness.

We should go back.

Or people will think
we're having an affair.

I'm almost
too scared to ask.

I'm cheering myself up.
This is by Boudin.

Sell this, and we might
just be able to afford

a second bedroom
in Queen's Park.

A normal child-sized bedroom

rather than a converted
broom cupboard.

You can't steal from her.

Not from her, from him.

If he's getting the house
then I can certainly keep

the fucking Boudin.

Pass me that other screwdriver,
will you?

You can't keep this up.

At some point,
you have to let it all go.

-Bit late for that.
-I don't mean the house.

Do you want to come
up to bed with me?

Let's not introduce
exciting words like "want".

We both know that
Thomas will claim my place.

I'll sleep down here.

Pass the screwdriver, will you?

Screwdriver?

Mind if I come in?

When's your flight?

I have to leave by nine.

-Our timing...
-Has never been good.

I should go before
Thomas wakes up.

Patrick...

Summer fling.

Yes?

Summer fling.

Well, thank you for having us.

We'll speak on the phone.

-When you get a chance.
-It won't be the same.

No, it won't. Bye.

Bye.

Oh, dear. I wanted to say
goodbye to Seamus.

Send him my love, won't you?

It'll be strange to be here
without you, Patrick.

Oh, is this your car?

-Very small.
-Yes.

Right, come on, let's go.
Buckle up, Lucy.

Just us, thank God.

And now we can have fun.

It's the right thing to do.

I'm sure it is.

Also, it's a fake.

I spoke to a man at Sotheby's.

You can tell by the waves,
apparently.

So Seamus isn't
the first man to bamboozle her.

Some art dealer in Paris

achieved that facile trick
40 years ago.

-Well, let's not tell Seamus.
-Certainly not.

Just picture his face
when he finds out.

Oh, there go
the flotation tanks!

I need to let all this go.

When you've talked about the
things that have happened here,

won't it help to move on?

Perhaps.

If I didn't have
my mother's protection...

..at least I had
the protection of this place.

Now that's being taken away too,
I fear I might go mad.

At the same time, part of me

can't wait to get rid of
the fucking place.

Let's go back to London.

Or somewhere else.

After this holiday,
we need a holiday.

Where would we go?

-Bonjour, monsieur.
-Bonjour.

C'est fini.

I'm sure there's a good reason.

It was such a big fight. Ah, hello there.

We're back.
It's Patrick, isn't it?

-Kevin. Annette.
-We're making tea.

I don't understand.

Oh, did Seamus
not talk to you?

He said there might be
a spare room.

Seamus!

I don't mean to disturb
your hard work.

Not at all. Please, here.
Be my guest.

Is that what I am now,
your guest?

Or are you rather our guest
until we leave,

because we're not prepared
to have you

billet your sidekicks with us.

I merely thought, given
that you've so much space,

you could accommodate my guests.

The terms of my mother's gift
are absolutely clear.

"Terms" is a very legalistic way
of putting it.

There's nothing in writing
about the Foundation

providing you or your family
with a free holiday.

Look, Robert,
go back to the house!

I have genuine sympathy
for the trouble you're having--

We're not talking about
the trouble I'm having.

We're talking about
the trouble that you're having.

They're inseparable.

Everything seems inseparable
to a moron!

Oh, let's all calm down,
shall we?

My wife's your great defender,
Seamus.

My theory is that you're a bad
man pretending to be an idiot,

whereas she thinks
you're merely an idiot.

If we could stay
on the subject--

Perhaps the community
should hold a meeting

-and Kevin and Annette--
-We're not part of
your fucking community!

If you don't want to be part of
it, then maybe you should go.

Why don't you go away,
you stupid man?

This is my granny's house

and we have more right
to be here than you do!

Well...

I'm gonna have to go and process
some of these negative feelings.

You do that. Process away.

Be my guest.

Do a little ritual.

Oh, one more thing.
My mother gave me this.

It's a little shaky.
She's not well.

It says, "Why Seamus no come?"

Now she's given you the house,
you've dropped her.

I don't need lectures from you

about the importance of
my relationship to Eleanor.

Just go and visit her.
I know she's not great company.

But that's just one of the
treasure trove of things

you have in common.

We're taking the children
to the U.S.

To see your sister Nancy
in Connecticut.

They've never been.

Just... Just ten days.

Claudine will look after you
while we're gone.

Then...we'll find you
somewhere in London.

Somewhere comfortable.
And bring you home.

-Time to go.
-Okay.

Say bye to Granny.

You beautiful boy.

Come on.

I...

want you...

..to kill me.

I'd love to help
but it's against the law.

No.

No longer.

Alright.

Ready.

Come on. Let's go.

Robert, wait for me!

..enter
into a bilateral agreement

with Kim Jong-il
because of the fact

that he didn't tell the
truth...

Why don't you go sit
with your father, hm? Watch T.V.

You'd like that.

We'll go to Aunt Nancy's
in the morning.

..so
there is more than one voice

speaking to Kim Jong-il.

That's it for the news.
Now the latest on the weather.

Over to you, John...

I'm cutting down, look.

Come and say good night.

Good night, then.

Oh, God, she's invited Henry.

-Who's Henry?
-Oh, Nancy's cousin.

He inherited all the money and,
well, that makes Nancy furious.

Whatever you do,
don't mention politics.

He's a nice guy but
pretty much a fascist.

-Oh, good!
-Hello.

Christ, I hate the rich!

-Especially now you're not
going to become one.
-Especially now.

Oh, there's a games room,
a cinema,

and a pool, of course.

This is very kind of you, Nancy.

Well, after what
my sister's done to you,

it's the least I could do.

Oh, Patrick tells me
you're working now.

Oh, I've always worked.
I'm in publishing.

They won't run indoors,
will they--

Of course not.

..shouting, that sort of thing?

Nonsense!
They must do whatever they want.

Well, they should
stay out of the woods.

It's a Lyme disease hotspot and
the tics are dreadful this year.

Poison ivy, too.

It looks pretty, but really,
it's like a Cambodian swamp.

Best to assume
you're always in danger.

A rule to live by.

Robert, Thomas,
shall we go for a swim?

I'll go and get
the swimming costumes.

Yes, swimming time!

Patrick,
could you come here?

Oh, so many things, so many
lovely things, all stolen.

A world-class fortune gone!

These.

These were ours.

$1.5 million. That's what
my little stepbrother got

for Mommy's garden tubs.

I think you're doing
just fine here, Nancy.

This place? Ho, believe me!

This is nothing to what
we should have had.

Shall we talk about my mother?

There's no improvement
or hope of any improvement.

She's aware of this
and has asked me to kill her.

Oh, Patrick, that's not fair.

That's really not fair.

I have no doubt that helping her
to die would be the most loving
thing I could do.

Oh, well, maybe...

Maybe you should rent an
ambulance

and drive her to Holland.

Arriving in Holland
isn't in itself fatal.

Oh, please let's not talk
about this anymore.

It's very upsetting.

I... I haven't told Mary yet,
so...

Why haven't you told her?

In case it's a good idea.

Those swimming costumes?

Nancy, we're very grateful.

No, treat it like home.
But no wet feet on the carpets.

Oh, of course.

And no playing with figurines,
they're Meissen.

I don't suppose you'd like
a drink before dinner?

Oh, I don't drink.
Didn't you know?

I watched it destroy Daddy's
life. But you help yourself.

Later, perhaps.

Bit poky.

There you are.

Oh, that's better.

Hm.

Meissen army. Brilliant!

Oh, damn.

Ding, ding, ding!

Ding, dong, ding, dong!

Julia's phone. Leave a message.

Julia, it's Patrick.

Are you hiding
behind your machine?

Oh, well.

Are you?

I feel a little...

in freefall here.

Just wanted to hear
a friendly voice.

Oh, well.

Love you.

Oh, there you are! We were
about to call the police.

Well, there's
a slo-bering thought.

Sorry, I had a sudden yen
to go to the countryside.

Sobering, sobering!
Did I say slo-bering?

I meant...
I meant sobering.

I was just talking about
how tired the children are
from playing outside.

Well, of course,
it's nothing

compared to
what we used to have.

Our grandfather had a 150-acre
garden on Long Island.

I'm not talking about
woods and fields--

Please, shall we change
the subject?

Henry was telling us
all about the Middle East.

Or we could change it back.

Yes, I was
recalling Pearl Harbor.

When Admiral Yamamoto
had finished his attack,

he said, "Gentlemen, we have
roused a sleeping giant."

And it is this thought that
should be uppermost

in the minds of
the world's terrorists.

Mummy!
-And their state sponsors.

Mummy, it's broken!

"Children should be seen
but not heard"?

Of course.

I think it's nonsense.

Well, for my part,

I've always found it to
be entirely too liberal.

You'd rather not see him either?

Jesus Christ. Nancy,
you sound like my father.

But, Patrick, we're just trying
to extend some hospitality.

And we're
just "poor white trash"

throwing ourselves on the
charity of our American kin.

You don't have to accept it
if you don't want to.

-You're right. We don't.
-But we'd like to.

Mm. Speak for yourself.

I am. I'm also trying
to speak for our children.

You're not even
speaking for yourself!

"Entirely too liberal"?

Come on. Fuck off!

Less than 24 hours.

A new personal best.

Hardly worth unpacking.

You're safely installed
with your lover, I see.

I'll move him to the other side.

No, don't. God forbid you should
actually spare one drop,

-one actual drop of love
from the children--
-Lower... Lower your voice!

No, you're right, I have
no love or affection for you

when you're like this.

And the rest of the time?

The rest of the time?

I think you should know...

..I've started imagining
life without you.

Any compassion or patience
I might have had, it...

..it's all dried up.

It's not just the drinking

or this...
demeaning thing with Julia -

demeaning to you
as much as me...

..or this mindless destruction.

It's the way
the children are involved.

That thing Nancy
said tonight about...

..watching her father
destroy his life.

That's what Robert saw
this evening.

And yet you don't stop.

If you can't change...

..you have to go.

Supper, madame.

Thanks.

Et voilà.

Love...

Lovely...

spot.

"Daydream"