My Policeman

("Memories Are Made of This" by Dean Martin playing)

-Best if you let us do it. -Right.

There you go, Mr. Hazelwood.

You've landed in quite a lovely spot, haven't you?

And with a view of the sea.

-Are you a nurse? -Oh.

Teacher.

I-I mean, I-I was. I'm...

I'm retired.

Pamela will be here every day to bathe and exercise him.

I'll be around twice a week to check his observations

and adjust his medication.

But you'll have charge of his meals

and anything else that comes up while we're not here.

-I understand. -And he can feed himself,

though he sometimes makes a mess of it.

And you have to watch for him choking.

-That's from the dysphagia... -Difficulty in swallowing.

I'm to cut his food into small pieces or puree it

and make sure he drinks a sufficient amount of water.

-I've been reading up about it. -(chuckles)

-Well, you deserve a gold star, don't you? -(laughs)

This is Mr. Hazelwood's personal items.

They came to the hospital after he sold the house.

Is there anything else I should know?

Oh. No cigarettes.

He will try and get one out of you.

Oh, we don't keep them in the house.

Run, Bobby! Bobby!

What's this about?

I thought he was staying in the spare room.

He's not a prisoner.

This is my home.

Isn't it?

For God's sake, Marion, I can only stand so much.

There are places for invalids.

Have you been inside any of those places?

-Besides, you agreed. -Well...

You wouldn't give me any rest until I did.

Seemed the right thing to do.

Don't fool yourself.

You know why you brought him here.

Why?

To punish him.

That's ridiculous.

You waiting on him hand and foot, that's ridiculous.

Here is an interesting bit

in the Arts section.

A young woman has been short-listed

for the Turner Prize

with a piece called My Bed.

That's exactly what it is.

Unmade no less.

Apparently, everyone's talking about it.

I'd like to see it.

You were the one who taught me to look at art.

Do you remember?

Ohk.

-I don't... -(groans)

: Ohk.

I can't understand.

Sm.

Ohk.

You want to smoke.

-Nigel says you can't. -(scoffs)

You've had a stroke.

-It could cause you to have another. -(inhales sharply)

-Eeev. -Patrick.

I absolutely cannot allow you...

Eeev!

Leave?

Fine.

Bastard.

You said you'd ask.

-It was your idea. -He's your brother.

I wouldn't get my hopes up for Tom.

I'm not.

He likes, you know, l-loud, busty types.

What do you think, ladies? Are we getting wet today?

Marion can't swim.

-I can. -(laughing)

I'm just, I'm just not very good.

She wants to ask for a lesson, Tom, but she's too shy to ask!

Sylvie!

Well, how about I give you a lesson?

-No, no, no, no! -Come on!

They're a couple of cards, aren't they?

Yes.

Almost didn't recognize you.

Been a while since you came around to the house.

I've been at teacher training college.

Yeah, Sylvie said.

And you were stationed...?

Up north. (sniffs)

Yeah, glad to have that behind me.

I'm a policeman now.

I heard.

Must be quite fulfilling.

Well, you can't go through life afraid of the water.

It's too cold.

You can start in the lido if you like.

All right.

It's cold.

-Right. When I tell you... -Mm-hmm.

...you need to throw your legs behind you.

Arms out.

And then kick.

Go.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Good.

-That's it. You got it. -(laughs)

Thanks for the lessons.

You did quite well.

-You should stick with it. -(chuckles)

I suppose I'll head home.

-I was thinking. -Yes?

You being a teacher, you must be a bit of a bookworm.

Well, I don't know how to take that.

But I suppose it's true.

Sorry, no, I didn't mean...

You see, I'm not much of a reader.

Oh?

But I think a man ought to try to improve himself.

I agree with you there.

Do you think you could recommend some books to me?

-(chuckles) -In exchange,

I could give you more swimming lessons.

Yes, I'd be happy to recommend books.

-Smashing. -(chuckles)

What about art?

You mean books about art?

I never really looked at art before.

Now I think I could get something out of it.

Well, that's a start.

Did you have any particular artist in mind?

Mm.

Is there a painter named Turner?

That would be J.M.W. Turner. Yes.

-You're doing really well. -(chuckles)

-One more? -One more.