Monique Doctors

# Drawing water from the well

# Spilling over on the grass

# Walking home, my heart is filled with pain

# You go your way, my love

# You go your way, my love

# You go your way, my love. #

-Wow.

-Wonderful.

-I'll just get some water.

-I'll get it.

No, no. You stay and top our guests up.

-That was beautiful.

-Thank you, Heston.

Amazing. Your wife has got a very distinctive voice.

She had quite a following in the '80s.

She even released an album. Um?

No, thank you. Sorry.

-I'll give you a copy later if you like.

-Thank you.

What's that for?

It's just gone midnight. Happy anniversary!

They were like that when I first met them 30 years ago.

And still so in love.

You going to the lake tomorrow?

Never miss a year.

Every year, they go back to the same place

they first pledged their love to each other.

Oh, that's really sweet.

MONIQUE LAUGHS

No more English folk songs, I'm afraid.

The next one is a French classic.

Your voice is just as I remember it. It never ages.

Unlike me.

We're almost the same age

-but the other day, somebody thought I was her father.

-No!

It's true. There are two types of people in this world -

those who blossom and those who just decay.

That reminds me. I'm overdue.

Should you be taking those with alcohol?

Last time I invite a doctor round for a drink!

OK, here we go. L'aigle Noir.

Ah, The Black Eagle. Didn't you sing that at your wedding?

It's her favourite song.

# Un beau jour ou peut-etre une nuit

# Pres d'un lac je m'etais endormie

# Quand soudain Semblant crever le ciel

# Et venant de nulle part

# Surgit un aigle noir. #

-Monique, what is it?

-Monique?

Monique!

He's ready.

-Patrick!

-Monique!

-She's in safe hands.

-She will be all right, won't she?

-They know what they're doing.

Where's Patrick?

Doctor's asked to see him.

What do you think it is?

Well, her face was drooping when she came out the ambulance.

Probably a stroke.

I didn't notice any signs.

Often, there aren't any.

Poor Monique.

She's gone.

Patrick...

-It doesn't make any sense.

-I know. I know.

How can she just die like that?

You saw her - singing, laughing.

Come on. Come and sit down.

It should have been me. I'm the one with all the illnesses.

There was nothing wrong with her - full of life.

What am I going to do without her? She was everything.

-Morning.

-Got enough toast there?

Yeah, it's for your mum. Thought I'd make her breakfast in bed.

Oh, that's good of you.

So how long you been seeing my mum for?

Er...about a month. But I've been away for the last week.

Away?

Down at my sister's, down south.

That should do it.

She always has a big appetite after a night of hot passion!

Oh, too much information.

Of course, I'll let you know when the funeral is.

Yes.

Thanks. Bye.

HE SIGHS

MUFFLED SINGING

# Ou peut-etre une nuit

# Pres d'un lac je m'etais endormie... #

HE SLAMS GLASS DOWN

# Et venant de nulle part

# Surgit un aigle noir

# Un beau jour ou peut-etre une nuit

# Pres d'un lac... #

Shouldn't you be at work?

Paperwork this morning so I'm in no rush.

Right. So... So when exactly are you going?

Why do you want me out the way?

Why do you think?

You want to be alone with lover boy?

Nothing wrong with that. Just a bit of fun.

You should try it sometime!

Mum, I really don't think you need the distractions right now.

Didn't realise I had to take a vow of celibacy.

I just think you need to stay on track.

You don't like him, do you? I knew it.

What I think of him doesn't come into it.

I just think you need to get yourself sorted first.

Ike's a good man. He makes me happy.

Mum, just listen to me...

No, you listen!

With a man in my life, I've got something to look forward to.

He's just what I need right now.

-You reckon?

-Oh, just drop it, will you?

Heard you singing your favourite song...

..L'aigle Noir...

..The Black Eagle.

One day or maybe one night.

Near a lake I fell asleep.

When suddenly, it seemed to pierce the sky.

And out of the blue appeared a black eagle.

Happy anniversary.

SHE LAUGHS

It's daylight robbery!

PHONE RINGS

Hiya.

Hi, love. You all right?

I've just had the most boring morning ever

stuck at the campus with nobody to talk to.

Brain's gone to mush.

Nothing new there, then.

Not funny. I thought a bit of retail therapy might help

but everything's flippin' expensive!

Oh, whoa, no! Don't go spending money!

-We're supposed to be saving up for that new boiler.

-Yeah(!)

So what you phoning about?

Er... Are you free about three o'clock?

Why? Are you going to whisk me away to some plush restaurant?

No. I was about to post that direct debit

and I noticed that you hadn't signed it.

-Is that why you're phoning?

-It's in your name and it needs sending off.

So how about we meet at the Post Office?

Rob Hollins, you do know how to cheer up a girl(!)

I'll see you at three.

OK, bye.

SHE LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY

"May your love never die."

MUFFLED SINGING

If only you were really here.

Yo, Ayesha! Can I have a word?

-I've got to get to work.

-Listen, I'm on a level, you know.

I really think a lot about your mum.

Well, course I do. I wouldn't be here otherwise.

And, like you, I'm worried about her drinking.

I just don't want her to screw up, that's all.

Well, I'll do everything I can to make sure that don't happen.

It's not that simple.

I know that but you've got to at least let me try.

You've just got to let me help.

How?

Well, you think about it. If there's two of us about,

it's easier to keep her clean if we're both looking out for her.

-Have a good day, yeah?

-Yeah, you too.

Can you see me?

Are you real?

Of course I am, silly!

I don't understand.

-You're...

-Dead? Then I suppose I must be a ghost.

No!

HE LAUGHS

This is absurd! I don't believe in ghosts.

You know that.

But...here you are.

Told you from the start that I would never leave you.

Remember?

Yes.

All my friends thought you were a stuffed shirt

and I'd grow bored of you.

You were determined to prove them wrong.

But this is not right. I have...

I've imagined you. I must have.

No.

I saw you lying in that hospital bed.

I touched your hand, I begged you to wake up but...

..you were cold, lifeless!

Hey, you OK?

Yeah.

SHE GIGGLES

Have you seen the newspaper today?

Oh, Valerie, they look great.

-Yeah, they're really flattering.

-Yeah.

-Just look at the way he's looking at me in that one.

-Oh!

I'm going to print them out and pin them up in the staffroom.

She's like a loved-up teenager.

-I know. It's great, though. It's taken her mind off everything.

-Yeah.

Do you want me to go?

But you're not here, not really.

I mean, how can you be?

"There are more things in heaven and Earth."

That hardly explains how any of this is possible.

Is that important?

What matters is that we are still together.

30 years! It seems so long ago.

We were so young.

I'm not entirely sure what is happening.

I think maybe I'm losing my mind but...

..I know that I am glad to be able to see you again.

Do you remember the first time you set eyes on me?

Of course - on a Parisian street corner,

just opposite the Grand Palais.

You were busking, singing a Juliette Greco song -

Un Petit Poisson, A Small Fish.

Not very romantic!

Even so...

..I knew from that point I would be with you forever.

Exactly.

-Come on.

-Where to?

Monique?

Where are you?

FRONT DOOR OPENS

Always playing games.

Do you know, I'd actually forgotten?

Today of all days?

It slipped my mind, what with you dying!

Not again!

Will you stop disappearing like that?

# Oh, tiptoe through the garden

# By the garden of the willow... #

No, no! No...wait for me!

# Through the tulips... #

-Oh!

-Are you all right?

-Oh!

Um... Yeah, I think so.

Do you need to sit down? I've got a room booked.

Sorry?

Not a bedroom - a conference room.

-Oh!

-It's for a talk I'm giving later.

You're welcome to come along.

Er... No, it's not my thing. I'm not a gambler.

Stocks and shares isn't about gambling.

It's about making the investment at the right time.

-It's how I made my first million.

-Oh.

So why are you still driving yourself and giving talks?

Social conscience - I believe in giving something back.

It's like I say in my book - why should bankers

and brokers be the only ones to make money from the markets?

Just isn't fair.

I suppose not. I've got to be somewhere. Sorry.

Well, it starts in half an hour if you change your mind.

-And mind how you go.

-Yes.

Hey, you ready?

Yeah.

You thinking about Monique?

And Patrick. Hard to imagine one without the other.

Yeah. And yet they were so different, weren't they?

She was more free-spirited and he was like you.

An old fuddy-duddy?

No - reliable, trustworthy, dependable.

Like a dog.

No, like a medieval knight - chivalrous, protective.

Sir Heston of Letherbridge.

-Yeah, something like that.

-Come on.

Do you mind if we check up on Patrick on the way?

Anything you say, my Lord!

I love this place.

The happiest day of my life.

Seems like only yesterday.

You looked so beautiful in that dress - elusive and ethereal.

Like a ghost?

No...

..like the Lady of the Lake.

Pledging our love for one another by the water's edge -

so surreal but perfect.

Stop it!

Monique, please!

What are you doing in there?

Come and join me.

What do you mean?

Is that why we're here?

Hello? Patrick?

-I'll check upstairs.

-OK.

Patrick? Are you up there?

"Together forever."

Bit strange he left the door open.

Oh, of course. It's their wedding anniversary.

You said they always go down to the lake.

Do you think he could have gone there?

Possibly.

Let's go.

I'm waiting for you.

I so want to be with you again.

I should have realised it earlier.

There really is no other way, is there?

I'm coming, my love.

Patrick!

I need to join her.

-Patrick...

-Leave me alone!

-You're upset.

-She's come back for me.

-Patrick, she's not there.

-You're wrong!

It's in your mind.

There, in the water!

She's gone away.

She's gone!

-She was never there.

-Don't say that!

I can't live without her.

-How's your ankle?

-It's much better, thanks.

Good. I'm just about to go in and start.

You sure you don't want to join us?

Look, I don't want to twist your arm

or even your ankle, for that matter,

but it's a great opportunity.

Two ticks. Um...

Rob, um... Er...

I'm ever so sorry but I'm not going to be able to make it.

I've got to pop back to work and sort something out.

J-j-just forge my signature.

I know it's illegal

but it's hardly the Crown Jewels, is it?

We'll sort something out later.

OK, bye.

-Ready?

-Yeah.

I'm going to go and make some tea.

Patrick?

Patrick, look at me.

I want you to come with me to hospital, talk to a colleague.

Will you do that?

I just wanted to be with her again.

But it wasn't her.

You've only just lost Monique.

What if we got it wrong? What if it really was her?

Do you really believe that?

No.

Come and talk to my colleague. It'll help, I promise.

I know she's gone.

It's just so hard to accept it.

What were you doing in there?

Just dropping some fags off for my uncle, Eddie.

Poor old boy, he's housebound.

-Right.

-Why you asking?

Just wondered.

Um... I was going to ask you, actually, about my mum.

Have you got any ideas how to motivate her,

make her stop for good?

Just comes down to one thing, really.

You know, if Bren feels good about herself,

then she's less likely to reach for the bottle.

It sounds simple but it's all about self image.

If she looks at herself as someone with a happy life,

then she's not going to louse it up.

You know, you can forget all your counselling and what not, man.

Just show her that she's valued

and respected and, well, that's half the battle won.

Yeah. So you don't think it's a problem that she had a few drinks

-the other night?

-No. It's, er...

It's got to be gradual.

Cold turkey is...

It's a real shock to the system.

Don't tell me you're a drinker as well!

No.

What, then?

MUFFLED SINGING

Go away. Leave me alone.

You're not real. I know that now.

Don't come any closer.

Please, I'm begging you. Just go away!

It really is you, isn't it?

HE CRIES OUT

Patrick?

Patrick, can you hear me?

-Is he breathing?

-There's no pulse.

Ambulance, please. We've got a collapsed man, no pulse.

Breton House, Galloway Street, Letherbridge.

You know, when I was younger, I did a bit of skag.

-I don't believe this!

-Ayesha, listen to me...

Get...

Track marks. You're still using!

Perhaps they really couldn't live without each other.

Patrick had a lot of things wrong with him.

Yeah, but you said yourself you never met a couple so in love.

High blood pressure, diabetes, angina.

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe he died of a broken heart.

Is that so hard to believe?

Some people are just not meant to be apart.

MUFFLED SINGING

I don't touch it any more.

What about those marks?

They're old ones, scars.

My arms are knackered from years of infections.

I knew you were bad news.

-She should never have got involved with you!

-Come on!

You can't expect me to be like Angel Gabriel, hooking up with Bren.

No, but what chance has she got with someone like you?

She'll be back on the booze in no time.

You know what? That's not fair!

She hardly touched a drop all weekend,

and that was mainly down to me.

Look, I can help her, right? I've been there

and I've come out the other side.

I know exactly what she's going through.

You're definitely off it now?

I've been clean for ages.

There's no way I'd go back on it.

You'd better be telling the truth.

I am. I swear.

OK.

Look, I won't let your mum down, yeah?

I've asked Gary to come along.

I think he has a right to see where his daughter's going to be born.

-She's our daughter.

-Come on, Kate!

You OK?

Never better.

Have you been drinking?

No! Not a drop.

Don't lie to me.