Forget Me Not

This film contains some strong language

# Sometimes in your life you realise

# You just can't make it alone

# So come to me, brother

# Come to me, sister

# I can't face this on my own

# Our paths differ greatly Our fate is the same

# In spite all the bridges we cross

# There's no-one to blame And nothing to attain

# What we're looking for never was lost

# Stand up, lend me your weight

# Come give me your hand

# Stand up, stand by my side

# Make it right

# If you don't help me now If I don't help you

# Tell me what were we put here for?

# The wheel is in motion We fall to the ocean

# A part of the vastness of all

# So get on your feet March with me now

# Let's make this worth living for

# We've paid for the past As the future at last

# And together we'll face what's in store

# Stand up, lend me your weight

# Come give me your hand

# Stand up, stand by my side

# Make it right

# Never really knowing what to do from day to day

# Never knowing Never really knowing what to say

# Stand up, stand by my side

# Make it right

# If you don't help me now If I don't help you

# Tell me what were we put here for?

# The wheel is in motion We fall to the ocean

# A part of the vastness of all

# So get on your feet March with me now

# Let's make this worth living for

# We've paid for the past As the future at last

# And together we'll face what's in store

# Stand up, lend me your weight

# Come give me your hand

# Stand up, stand by my side

# Make it right

# Never really knowing what to do from day to day

# Never knowing Never really knowing what to say

# Stand up, lend me your weight

# Come give me your hand

# Stand up, stand by my side. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Thank you.

GLASS RATTLES

HE PANTS

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Um, is that Will?'

It is.

'It's Eve from the tavern.'

What?

'You left your guitar here.'

My guitar?

'Yeah. Yeah, look, are you nearby?'

Um... No... I'll get it some other time.

'OK, it's not going anywhere.'

Wait.

Are you still serving?

'Yeah, till 12.'

OK.

DRUNKEN MAN SINGS AT BAR

Hey, there's your guitar, she's safe.

So, any last requests?

-What?

-Last orders?

-Could I get a bottle of single malt?

-A bottle?

-Yeah.

-Mm, what are we celebrating?

Um, nothing.

Oh, I love talking about nothing,

it's the only thing I know anything about.

HE MUMBLES

I'll just check.

-The talent wants a bottle of whisky.

-What?

Well, he was really good.

-All right, give him a bottle of Glen Barra for 50 quid.

-50?

Fine, 40.

Oh, look, by the way, Jay's at the party already

and he doesn't know anyone, are you all right to lock up by yourself?

Yeah, I can handle it.

There you go, don't say I don't look after you. 40 quid.

-Whoa, I'll have what he's having.

-Sorry, chief, I called last orders.

-But...he's got one.

-Yeah, special circumstances.

What, like, special needs?

All right, mate?

Don't mind him, he's got Van Gogh's ear for music.

-Hey, sweetie, we're off. We'll see you later.

-Laters taters!

All right, see you soon, about an hour.

-Are you going to be OK with him?

-Yeah. He's harmless.

-OK.

-Night.

MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS

HE GASPS A LITTLE

CRASHING OUTSIDE

WOMAN STRUGGLES

-Jim, that's enough. Jim, Jim, Jim! Ow!

-Hey-hey!

JIM LAUGHS DRUNKENLY

Evie, come on. No, don't tell me what I can't do.

You keep telling me what I can do and how to do things,

don't tell me what to...

-Jim, Jim!

-Don't tell me!

-You don't understand me! You don't understand!

-No, I don't...

-You don't listen to me!

-Calm down.

-Hey, hey!

-Hey, hey!

-Don't tell me what to do!

-Calm down, mate, calm down. Go home. Go home.

You OK? EVE SCREAMS

-Don't tell me what to do!

-OK, OK!

Mm?

EVE AND WILL PANT

-Jim...put the bottle down.

-Jim, put the bottle down, mate.

-Don't tell me what to do!

-I'm not telling you what to do.

I'm not telling you what to do, I just want to go home. Yeah?

I'm not telling you what to do, I just want to go home, mate, OK?

SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE

Fucking police! Bollocks!

-Have you got any cigarettes?

-Yeah.

-I need cigarettes.

Here, mate. Here, mate, a cigarette, here, here. Here, have one.

Have a couple, yeah?

Well...

Have a couple.

-Cheers, mate.

-Take care, mate.

Oh, fucking bollocks...

-Wait, wait!

-FUCKING BOLLOCKS!

-Bollocks!

-EVE SCREAMS

Hey! Where's the fucking whisky?

EVE PANTS

Thank you.

-Are you all right?

-Are you?

-I have to quit smoking.

-I don't know,

they kind of saved you tonight.

-Yeah, they don't put that on the packet, do they?

-No, no, thanks.

So, are you...

-Are you stealing my guitar?

-No.

-No, no. No, the guys on the day shift aren't so honest!

-Oh, yeah?

In fact, as I was rescuing it I thought...I might try it out.

-You can have it if you want?

-What?

If I ever need it, I know where to find you.

No, you'd... You'd be doing me a favour.

Yeah, no. I think that might be a bit weird.

No, please...

I would like you to have it.

You don't even know my name.

I'm Will.

Eve.

Eve.

Eve of Eden.

Eve.

So...

-Do you want it?

-No.

No, I already owe you one.

Oh, hey... I'm not after anything.

No, I know.

Listen, can I walk you anywhere or...?

I'm just catching the tube, I'll be fine.

Fine, I'll walk you to the station.

That's really not necessary, OK?

Fine.

-Nice to meet you.

-Yeah, right. Night.

Shit.

Will? Will.

-I'm sorry, I was rude.

-It's fine.

No, it's not, you were being really kind and I was being...paranoid.

Well...

..if the offer still stands, I would be grateful

if you would consent to walk with me?

RAILINGS CLANG

Thanks again for before.

Carly was talking about getting a bouncer,

but I thought it was a bit over the top.

-How long have you worked there?

-About three months.

Didn't think I'd seen you there before.

I was working day shifts to start, but I've seen you a few times.

Sorry.

I'm...not very good with faces.

No, I just got back from travelling,

I took the job to pay for my training.

-You're training?

-Yep.

I actually finally figured out what to do with my life.

-You did?

-I did.

And?

Guess.

I don't know.

-Clearly something important.

-Well, obviously! But important to who?

You know, ideally a job should be important to the person doing it

cos a barmaid's really only

important to the drunk buying the drink.

I mean, like you, for instance.

You're a musician and music's very important to you, yeah?

Because it's an expression of your true self

and if you never played again you'd be incomplete.

-Yeah.

-Now that's how important a job should be.

-So, come on, you still haven't guessed.

-A philosopher?

Yes! No.

I'm afraid I'm not much good at guessing games.

-All right, you can have a clue.

-OK.

Crap!

-Sorry?

-The tube's shut.

Just one sec.

RADIO CHATTER IN BACKGROUND

-30 minutes.

-Right.

Do you...

Do you want me to wait with you?

I might walk.

-How far is it?

-Just a few stops.

Right.

Are you, eh...

Are you going to be OK?

Listen, I'll walk with you.

No, I don't want you to feel like you have to look after me now.

I know. I...

..I'll walk with you.

-You don't seem so sure?

-Trust me.

If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be doing anything, so...

OK. So you can come to the party with me and then I don't have to be

a sad git on my own.

Eh, I'm not going to come in, but thanks.

You said you've got nothing to do!

Yeah, I know...

Well, then, I'm just going to have to convince you to come.

So, do you have a day job or something?

No.

You must gig a lot.

Er... Not really. I used to.

There was a...band a little while back. We did OK.

Anything I'd know?

Er...

-We had this one song.

-One-hit wonder!

No, not a hit and not so wonderful!

What's the song?

# Sally Anne just closed the door

# Like the time before the time before

# So we both know how a story like ours ends... #

-I think I know that song!

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-It was used on an advert. Ended up on the radio quite a bit.

So what happened?

-We split.

-Why?

Was it artistic differences? It's always artistic differences, right?

No, I, er... I found out that I was...

No, it was time to stop.

Shame.

I can't believe you sang that song!

# Sally Anne just closed the door

# Like the time before the time before

# Da-dah-dah-dah Bada-bam-bam-bam... #

You've not got a bad voice.

What? Thank you.

Singer.

No. Keep guessing.

I'm just going to pop in and get a bottle.

CHATTER INSIDE SHOP

CUSTOMER SPEAKS ITALIAN

Come on, Fernando!

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN

-Plum!

-We don't have plums!

We have got apples and bananas.

Banana... banana... banana.

HE REMONSTRATES IN ITALIAN

SHE INTERRUPTS IN ITALIAN

-Parla Italiano?

-Si, si!

He wants a plug, like an international adapter.

-For his Italian plug!

-Plug!

-Yeah, yeah.

-Oh!!

CHATTER INSIDE SHOP

GIRLS CHEER

Guitar man! Play us a song, darlin'.

-Not tonight.

-Oh, come on, gorgeous.

-My best mate's gettin' married. She'd totally love it.

-Is she?

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

-TUNELESSLY:

-Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Jackie!

# Come on, come on, come on come on, come on! #

Jackie, he's going to serenade you!

If Phil finds out he'll be filing for a divorce!

Whooo!

THEY WHOOP

Go on, then, what ya going to play?

Go on.

Tenner.

# Jacqueline, oh, Jacqueline

# I hope that's not the dress you're getting married in

# Considering you're a sister It's as short as sin

# Like someone shaved the bottom of a pen-gu-in

# You're not a real lady of the cloth

# Since you've taken most of your clothing off

# You're not fooling anybody with that cross

# And your only real habit

# Is a... rather rampant rabbit... #

GIRLS: Ohhhh!

# Nun-nun-nun-nun

# Are you sure you're a nun

# Naughty, naughty, naughty nun

-# I'm sure I just saw your...#

-BUM!

Now, come on, ladies! Please, ladies, keep it clean!

# Bum-bum-bum-bum

# Bum-bum-bum-bum

ALL: # Bum-bum-bum-bum

-WILL: # I'm sure I just saw your...

-BUM!

All together now...

# Bum-bum-bum-bum

# Bum-bum-bum-bum

# Bum-bum-bum-bum

# Arse, arse, arse, arse

# Arse, arse, arse, arse

# Arse, arse, arse, arse... #

GIRLS WHOOP

You're shivering.

I'm all right.

-You're freezing.

-It's very cold.

You should have said. Here.

Then you'll be cold.

I'm impervious to the cold.

That's one of my many superhero traits.

-How do I look?

-Er...

..like a kid who's raided her mum's wardrobe!

SHE GIGGLES

Come on.

Let's get you to this thing before it ends.

25 Hinton Place.

I think it's just past the bridge.

OK.

SHE GIGGLES

Nice work with the nuns!

THEY LAUGH

Best audience I've had in months.

Seriously, you're really good.

Your folks must be chuffed.

-Oh?

-Your parents. They must be proud, are they?

You know, my parents never gave a.. fudge what I did with my life.

You OK?

What's the matter?

My parents are both dead.

Oh, God, I am SO sorry. No, I didn't mean to...

-Was it...recent... Was it... Is that why you had the whisky?

-What?

No.

No.

Will, are you all right?

Shouldn't be here, shouldn't be here.

-Invading your life with my shit.

-You're not invading my life.

-Yeah, I am.

-No, you're not.

-Really. I wanted you to come.

-Yeah?

I didn't want to come.

-What?

-I walked you out of duty.

Wow...

That's unfair.

Yeah, it is.

But it's true.

There you are.

-So I am going to walk you to this party and then I'm gone.

-No, no!

We're here. Thanks. Job done, Romeo.

(Idiot!)

QUIET HEADPHONE MUSIC

SLOW, MELODIC GUITAR MUSIC

UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS

# 12 o'clock they'll come runnin'

# Best of time

# Girls get down and dance in the middle

# Boys get up for shaking money

# So we play the loud... #

-Oh, that was a good one!

-Hi, Anna!

Will, this is Anna, the lucky lady. Anna, this is Will.

Pleased to meet you. Ohh, are you going to make Eve lucky, too?

-We're friends.

-Oh, you be lucky once. Yes.

This camera is amazing, right? Coming through already, see?

I told Ralph I wanted to be a photographer,

so he got me this for practice.

And he's going to have a dark room fitted here for my wedding present.

-Isn't that amazing?

-It's great.

Oh, you're so cute together. You can keep it.

Oh, later, we're having an egg, barrow and spoon race.

First prize is a bottle of bubbly!

-Great!

-Great!

-She seems nice.

-Yeah. She is.

-About before...

-Shhh!

-Do you want to know who she's marrying?

-Who?

Guess. No, no, you don't have to guess.

Baldy?

And you said you're no good at guessing games.

# Girls get down and dance in the middle

# Boys get up for shaking money

# Girls get down and dance in the middle

# Boys get up for shaking money... #

-MAN:

-They're starting the egg and spoon race thingy. Let's do it.

-Let's go in.

-No.

-No?

I'll let you be the wheelbarrow.

Come on!

-You not entering?

-God, no!

-We're not entering?

-No.

Come on!

CROWD CHEERS

HE CLICKS HIS TONGUE

Got it. Model.

Watch yourself, Will - calling me short and ugly.

You're not short.

HE CHUCKLES

-You've got quite a right hook on you, woman.

-My father was a boxer.

Oh, really? There you go.

-We take after our parents.

-Well, I'm screwed then.

-Why?

Well, Mary got herself knocked up when she was 15.

And the guy - the boxer, Frank - wanted nothing to do with it.

Then neither did she.

She went off to college, met some fancy man, and that was it.

I was out of the equation.

So who raised you?

-My nan. And grandad.

-Right.

Well, then, you'll take after them.

Yeah. I hope so.

SHE SIGHS

Actually, she's the reason I'm back. She's... She's getting old.

I mean, she's in a home and all, but recently she's been, she's...

-It's not going well.

-What, your nan?

Yeah. Probably going to have to move to some specialist centre.

What's wrong with her?

They're not clear on the details yet...

Actually I have to go there this morning for a meeting.

Do you need to go home?

No. No, no - you can keep me awake until then.

You have to tell me terribly

interesting things about yourself to stop me from falling asleep.

-Yikes.

-And revealing.

-Revealing?

-Yeah.

Will... It's almost time.

For what?

Do you consent to enter the stark honesty of twilight's end?

HE CHUCKLES

-Sounds a little scary.

-No, it is.

The night's wearing down, the alcohol is wearing off

and in the harsh light of day

nothing is ever as pretty as it seems.

Only the truth remains.

So...

We have the champagne.

Will...!

As you wish, yes.

OK, you realise, of course, I have you trapped now?

-Oh, I'm trapped now?

-You're trapped.

Trapped, in a bubble of honesty.

-In a bubble of honesty?

-Yeah.

No, not the bubble of honesty(!) SHE GIGGLES

Of course, if I'm trapped,

you're trapped too.

I want to hear your most embarrassing story.

Really? Jeez, I've got so much to choose from.

Give me your worst.

Oh...!

SHE SIGHS

OK...

OK!

Right... God, I can't believe this!

-Right. I was 14.

-Mm-hm.

And for whatever reason I didn't have my first bra yet,

so I was way overdue.

Can I just say, I really like this story?

I mean, you've only just started, but it's already great.

I was going to play tennis,

with Claire Follows on the school tennis courts, but they were locked.

So we were just going to climb the fence.

And I, clumsy fool that I am, lost my footing as I was going over

the top, and you know the fence, the sharp bit at the top of the fence -

it caught on my top. And ripped it over my head.

No bra?

For 15 minutes I hung there, half strangled, half naked.

While Claire was busy trying to set me free

while the rugby team just stood by and watched.

Tennis Tits

was one of the many names I enjoyed for several years afterwards.

-It's OK.

-Yes.

Go on, it's your turn.

Honestly? I'm not sure I can beat that.

No, no, it's not a competition, Will. It's just mutual humiliation.

Er...

-OK.

-OK.

-Er, I'm 14 or 15.

-Yep.

And I'm seeing this girl called er...

What was her name?

Helen. Helen...?

Anyway, the important thing is that she was older than me.

Ooh, toy boy!

Yeah. And I'm round at her place, and er...

God, I can't believe I'm telling you this.

Right, she decided that we needed to kind of spice up our sex life. So...

You're 14 and you have a sex life?

Er...yeah. Why?

Well, I don't know, I mean...

I mean, I guess I was a late bloomer, but I didn't kiss anyone

until I was...

Till when?

You tell ME.

Er...I was 12.

Same girl?

No. Different.

I asked her out in the summer holidays,

and for a whole week we walked around holding hands.

I finally plucked up courage to kiss her, and she turned to me

and said, "Well, it took you long enough."

-My God, the hussy!

-"It took you long enough."

I dated her for four whole months,

and in fact she was the first girl I ever slept with.

-What?

-Of course, "It took you long enough"

was not something she said on THAT occasion.

You had sex at 12?

God, no, I was 13.

Oh, my God, you're a whore!

Listen, I'm not the one who's hanging around with my bits on

-display for the rugby team.

-I bet you were!

All right, Little Miss Righteous...

When was YOUR first kiss?

-I was 15.

-What? Were you living in a box?

-Well, it's not that old!

When did you lose your virginity?

I haven't.

What?

I'm joking. I was 18!

Oh, my God, what a man!

Look at your face. You so thought that you could pop my cherry

and add it to your vast shag collection.

-I was not...

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Jeez, man!

12 years old.

So - any regrets?

-You?

-No. Never.

You?

-Maybe.

-Maybe?

I didn't have, till...

Oh, and then you met me(!)

Yeah.

Champagne?

Yeah. Great.

SHE LAUGHS Wayyy!

OK...

To you.

And you.

Hey, fancy a flight?

Did you know that in the Mayan civilisation, they believed

they had to make a blood sacrifice to make the sun come up?

That I did not know.

-Play a song.

-A song?

Yeah, play a song about the morning light,

and that can be our sacrifice to the sun god.

I think the sun might go back down if I start singing.

Come on. I won't tell anyone.

-Are there cameras in these things?

-Yay!

It's like my very own Top Of The Pops.

HE FINDS A KEY

GENTLE INTRO

# You feel the chill in the dead of the night

# You miss the sun shining bright

# But hold on, girl, steady now just close your eyes

# And when you wake you'll be revived

# In the light, in the light

# In the warm morning light

# In the light, in the light

# In the warm, newly-born

# Morning light

# Lift your head, girl

# To the sky

# Open up, girl

# You will thrive

# In the light, in the light

# In the warm morning light

# In the light, in the light

# In the warm

# Newly-born

# Morning light. #

It's beautiful.

I think I can see my flat.

When you're up high, do you ever feel something...

special, something...other?

Are you talking God?

-Not necessarily. Maybe.

-SHE LAUGHS GENTLY

I don't know.

I think there's more to life than we can ever know, but...

a God...

But you do believe in something?

I have to.

But...

I'm pretty sure it's not some old man with a white beard,

or...a blue guy with 20 arms.

SHE CHUCKLES

So what is it, then?

I imagine it's like... like coming home.

Only, some people are ready,

and others want to stay out longer.

I don't think death's an end.

Before this, we're someplace else.

Like a...

a holiday for the senses.

How often do you do this kind of thing?

Stay up all night with a... random stranger?

Never.

Would it be a bit...

gooey, if I were to say that this felt more...intimate?

Yes.

Yes, gooey, or yes, intimate?

Yes.

Well, at least this way I don't have to wake up regretting anything.

-I mean, not that you would be...

-No. Too late. I'm already offended.

Ow! Right, that is it...

SHE GIGGLES

So, would a kiss spoil it?

I do really like you, Eve.

Oh... Oh.

-No, listen, Eve, it's not that I don't want...

-No, no, no, no, no.

-Really, you don't understand.

-No, no, no, really. It's OK.

-I do really...

-Will, leave it.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, of course.

It's erm...

It's about your parents.

I mean, you don't...you don't have to, it's just...

What is it?

What happened to them?

Er, my father was a victim of friendly fire in the first Gulf War.

He was a captain in the Desert Rats.

And...my mum...

..pretty Rhonda Fletcher from the Old Kent Road...

..she...

she died of a broken heart, really.

I'm sorry.

-It's not your fault.

-Even so.

Yeah, well...

They're together now.

It's a nurse.

I'm going to be a nurse.

I know the training is long and arduous

and the pay's a pittance, but...there you go.

I saw them working out in Africa and I just...knew I had to...

It's a nurse.

It's a good job.

You'll make a difference.

I'm tired.

Yeah.

-Long night.

-Yeah.

So...

..I have to go visit my grandmother in a couple of hours.

Yeah.

What are YOU doing?

Erm...

Listen, I know a pretty great coffee shop near here. Erm...

So, I guess the question is...

..do you like coffee?

Yes.

What are you thinking about?

The joke about the chicken.

What?

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To get to the other side?

Do you get it?

What's to get? It's a bad joke.

Yeah, but...

OK, what's on the other side that's of interest to the chicken?

OK. A...shop?

Or...to get into the shade?

Or what's on this side that the chicken is trying to escape?

Like, a fox...

Perhaps the pavement's closed for gasworks.

HE SNORTS

Why did the chicken cross the road?

I don't know, why?

Because the pavement it was on was closed for gasworks,

leaving it no choice but to cross.

Which would be just as hilarious.

You see, maybe the chicken

isn't trying to get to the other side of the road.

OK.

I mean, the punch line isn't,

"To get to the other side of the road."

No, it isn't, but that's taken for granted.

Maybe it shouldn't be.

The joke is, why did the chicken cross the road?

Answer - to get to the other side.

So...

the chicken wants to get to the other side.

The other side?

The spiritual world.

Mmm.

Yeah, the chicken, tired of its...

life and lack of prospects, is...

is ending its pointless existence.

The chicken is throwing itself into the road.

So it's a suicidal chicken?

Yeah.

You're weird.

Am I?

I've only just noticed, but, yeah.

Drink your coffee.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Just a little worried.

Do you want me to come in with you?

Would you?

Lizzie, look who's here.

Mary, thank heavens you're here.

It's Eve, your granddaughter. Mary's my mother.

I know, I know, little Evie.

-I can mistake a name, can't I? Doesn't mean I'm crazy.

-No.

Give us a hug.

They keep asking me probing questions, what do they want, eh?

Look at this. How old am I, seven or 70?

There's nothing wrong with me, Mary...Evie.

-There's nothing wrong with me, Eve.

-I know that.

Then bloody tell them that.

Nobody thinks there's anything wrong with you.

There is no wrong or right, Lizzie, but we do need to ask you

a few simple questions just to see where you would be happier living.

I'm perfectly happy here, thank you.

Yes, but there is another place you might like even better.

-I'm happy here!

-Please, Nan.

Try.

And remember, you always said to me

not to put all my eggs in one basket.

How absurd! I said nothing of the sort!

What does that even mean?

Who's this?

This is Will, he's a friend of mine.

-You're not pregnant, are you?

-No!

Well, let's get on with it then.

Does everybody want to sit down?

OK, Lizzie.

These are ten questions, it's not a test.

Just try to answer them to the best of your knowledge.

Are they sport? I don't know sport.

-I need Horace for the sport ones.

-You can see Horace after.

Just don't give me any sport.

No, there's no sport.

Good.

OK, before we start,

as you're here, sir,

can you tell us your name and profession, please?

Er, sure.

Um, my name is William Fletcher, and I'm a musician.

Were you listening, Lizzie?

Yes.

Can you repeat what he said?

He said his name's William Fletcher and he's a musician.

-Very good.

-I'm not an idiot.

No, of course.

Now, what is your age?

It's rude to ask a lady's age.

Please, Nan.

I don't know, I lose track.

Stupid question.

I'm...

70...something.

And what is the year now?

Who's counting?

What is the name of this place that we're in?

It's an office.

I mean the name of the home?

The...Happy something home.

Do you know who I am?

Don't you?

Yes, I do, I want to know if you do.

You're the doctor.

Right. And this young lady?

Is my granddaughter, Eve.

Do you remember the year of your birth?

Course I do. I was born...

It was a long time ago.

Can you guess?

1928.

And do you remember

in which year did the First World War begin?

How should I know?

I didn't take any interest in history.

19...something.

42.

Thank you.

And what is the name of the current monarch?

-What?

-The King or Queen.

-Well, which is it, King or Queen?

-You tell me.

-Is this a trick question?

-No, Nan.

Elizabeth.

Thank you.

And can you count backwards from 20 down to one for me, please?

This is ridiculous.

Please...

19, 18, 17, 16, five...

Fi...

15, 14, 12, 10,

nine, eight, seven,

five, four, three, two, one. There.

Very good.

And, finally, can you tell me the name

and profession of this gentleman?

No. I've never met him before in my life.

Is he a friend of yours, Mary?

Yes. Yes, he is.

-Is that it then? Can I go now?

-Yes, Lizzie, thank you.

Right, I'll leave you in peace so you can whisper about me.

Do you want some time alone?

No. No, just some...

You should go for a walk, get some air.

Will.

Without further tests it's impossible to say for sure...

..but in all probability, about 90% or so,

given her age and the prevalence of the syndrome,

I'm very sorry to say I...

believe this is a case of Alzheimer's.

CHATTING AND LAUGHING

Thank you, Doctor.

We'll schedule those tests for as soon as possible.

We'll be in contact.

Brave heart, dear.

Mary!

Hey.

Hey.

Well, the doctor thinks it's Alzheimer's.

I mean, whether it is or it isn't, she's not right,

she'll have to move home.

Horace has offered to help, bless him.

God, Will, I'm so tired, I don't want to talk, I just want to sleep.

OK.

Let's go.

I think it's going to rain.

-Are you cold?

-Yeah.

Here, hold this.

THUNDER RUMBLES

I got you a present.

It's for the Polaroid,

to remember me by.

-I don't understand what's going on.

-What?

There's nothing to understand, Eve.

It's a gift, yeah?

I thought you'd like it.

Yes, I would.

Wouldn't you?

Yeah, of course.

You live on the other side of town, but, I...

-My place is close, do you want to...?

-Yes.

OK.

Shall we make a run for it?

# It takes time to tell you how I feel

# More than just a few words

# Inside, I'm taking pictures all our past

# Postcards of memories to last

# One day where everything just stays the same

# And change only happens with love

# When love says so

# And all at once I have been found

# Yet I am lost within a sound

# Of your kind soul

# Don't ever let the image fade

# We know this journey we have made

# Is ours alone... #

Oh, freezing, freezing, freezing.

We should get out of these wet clothes.

Er, I'll get some towels.

SHE SHIVERS

Here, towels for us.

Brrr!

HE GIGGLES

I thought you didn't hang around on display?

LAUGHING: Can you help me, please?

THEY GIGGLE

Could you, um...?

Towel.

It took you long enough!

Don't.

What?

I can't.

What?

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

What is it?

Is there someone else? Is that it? Are you married?

No, that's not it.

Well, what then?

Where's your bathroom?

DOOR SLAMS

SHOES THUD

SHE SIGHS

I've been a complete idiot.

There never was any intimacy, was there?

I...

..have no idea who you are.

Do I?

RAZOR BLADE JANGLES

DOOR CLOSES

Eve.

Eve.

Eve.

Eve.

Eve.

Eve.

INDISTINCT

SHE SOBS

When I said last night that my mother died of a broken heart...

..that wasn't strictly true.

After my...Dad died, she was...

It was like she'd died with him, really.

When I turned 18, she took her own life.

-That's terrible.

-No.

She wanted to die.

I just longed to be with my dad.

But she waited until I was old enough to cope.

What I'm saying is that...suicide doesn't have to be a cowardly

or a selfish act.

OK.

But why you?

Ask me the questions.

Questions?

Ask me the questions.

What's your age?

Um...

Um... 34, 35, I'm not quite certain.

What's the year now?

2000 and...

Do you remember the year of your birth?

No.

Do you know who I am?

Yeah.

You're Eve.

I don't understand.

I have a condition. OK?

Here.

It's called frontotemporal lobar degeneration

-and it leads to semantic dementia.

-You're young.

At the moment I have trouble remembering facts.

Things I haven't personally experienced mostly.

But...it gets worse.

It can impact on your personality, your behaviour...

Potentially within a matter of years I'll be...

I... I don't want to be a burden to anyone.

But it's potentially. Not definitely.

Our memories make us.

But there must be some treatment.

Last night...

..you interrupted me.

SHE SOBS

You saved me.

But the truth is that...

No-one can save me from this.

I'm...

I'm going to become someone else.

Just...

Sorry.

Just a stranger with my face.

Now why would I want that?

Sorry.

HE EXHALES

-You have a piano.

-Mm? Yeah.

You play?

A bit.

PIANO MELODY

You don't have to go today.

Not today, no.

Stay with me.

For a while.

Sing for me.

SONG: "Fragile Lullaby"

# As London passed us by

# It seems as though she smiled

# A blessing on our newborn unity

# Guided by her hand

# We met as she had planned

# The divine sanction for this harmony

# Now you're in my life

# Don't you leave my side

# We've so little time

# To get this right

# Beneath a watchful eye

# Our fragile lullaby

# A fleeting remedy

# For you and me. #