Me Before You

Now, you see,

this is what we could be doing on a holiday.

Not all the hiking-up-mountains stuff you're planning.

Tickles. Tickles.

You want me to stop?

No.

But it's 6:15.

- 6:15? - Mmm-hmm.

Oh, I gotta go.

I'll cook tonight.

Don't even think about it.

It's pouring.

- Freddie! Ooh, whoa! - Watch it!

Yeah, listen, I'm on it.

All right, the West Coast will still be up.

I'll call Carmichael now and we can close this.

Taxi!

Yeah, we won't. Don't worry.

Look out!

Bye now!

Take care, John!

Um... How many in this one?

170 calories.

You did have that one yesterday.

What about that one, then?

220.

But it is less if you eat them standing up.

- Oh! - Yeah. Should we put them in a bag?

- Please. Come on. - Yeah! Thanks, Frank.

I don't think I can finish this.

Shall we wrap it up for you, Daphne?

Have it later? Yeah.

I'm really sorry.

A month's money. That's big of him.

Given she's worked like a Trojan in that café

for the past six years.

He's closing down, love. He had no choice.

What the hell is she gonna do now?

Treena can't get any more hours in the flower shop.

Lou will get another job. She has a lot of potential.

There are no jobs, Josie. I should know.

Look, I'm just saying,

we needed that money.

Let's not panic, eh?

She'll find something. Won't you, Lou?

That's it, Callum! Go on!

Run with me, babe!

- Come on! - Nah. Uh-uh.

- Only got two laps to go. - Oh, God!

You just gotta get back out there.

Think what you wanna do.

- Estate agent, maybe. - Ooh! Yeah.

Shop assistant. Catering.

Do we have to discuss this again?

Well, you can't just mope around.

All the best entrepreneurs,

they fight their way back from rock-bottom.

Just look at me, eh!

Oh! But I'm not you, Pat.

I toast tea cakes.

Look, can't you slow down?

I'm wearing the wrong bra.

I'm just saying,

put on a smile, and head back to the job center.

Don't worry about the holiday.

I'll pay.

So the last two weeks,

we've tried the chicken processing factory...

I'm still having nightmares about those giblets.

- We've tried beautician. - Turns out

hot wax is not my friend.

I'm running out of options for you here, Louisa.

Syed, please! I'll take anything.

Oh!

This is new in.

It's not far from your home.

But you might need to do something about your wardrobe for this one.

Hmm?

Care and companionship for a disabled man.

What kind of care?

Needs someone to drive, feed and assist.

Six-month, fixed-term contract.

Oh! And it's good money.

It's actually excellent money.

It's the fifth time they've tried to recruit.

They're desperate.

There's nothing on here about needing skills.

It's perfect for you.

Yeah?

I know it's not how you like to dress.

Is it how anyone likes to dress?

- It served me very well. - Oh!

In 1983!

Styles change, love,

- but smart remains smart. - Uh-huh.

- Thank you. - Bye, love.

Oh!

- You must be Louisa Clark. - Yeah.

I'm Camilla Traynor. Do come in.

Please, sit down.

Oh, okay.

Do you have any experience of caregiving?

Um, I've never done it, but I'm sure I could learn.

Do you have any experience with quadriplegia?

Er, no.

We are talking about complete loss of the legs,

and very limited use of the arms and the hands.

Would that bother you?

Not as much as it would bother him. Obviously.

Sorry.

Sorry. No, I didn't... No, uh...

No, I...

- Are you all right? - Um, I'm...

I'm just a little hot.

Do you mind if I take off my jacket?

Your previous employer, here, says

you are a warm, chatty and life-enhancing presence

with a lot of potential.

Yes, I paid him.

So, what exactly do you want to do with your life?

Sorry?

Do you have aspirations for a career,

or a professional dream that you wish to pursue?

- Um, well... - Miss Clark,

why should I employ you instead of, say, the previous candidate?

Um...

Really, you can't think of a single reason why I should employ you?

Well, no. Yes, Mrs. Traynor. I'm...

I'm a fast learner.

And I'm never ill.

And I only live on the other side of the castle.

And I'm stronger than I look. And I just...

I make a mean cup of tea.

You know, there really isn't much that can't be solved

by a decent cup of tea.

Not that I'm saying that your husband's paraplegia... Quadriplegia

- can be solved by... - My husband?

It's my son.

Your son.

Will was injured in a road accident two years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

When I'm nervous, I just say stupid stuff.

I'm just popping out.

Oh, another interviewee.

Will you be back this evening?

I'll do my best. Why? Do you need me for something?

No, darling. Fine.

Hello. I'm Stephen. Will's father.

Louisa Clark.

Nice to meet you.

Lovely to meet you.

- See you later, darling. - Mmm-hmm.

So.

Hmm.

Would you like the job?

Yes!

Can you start immediately?

Yes!

Good.

Then let's go and meet Will.

Right, yeah. Okay. Um, sure.

The hours are 8:00 to 5:00, Monday to Saturday.

If, for whatever reason,

you're running late or you need to leave early,

- please call and let me know. - Okay.

I must stress

that Will should not be left alone for longer than 15 minutes.

And, uh...

You might want to wear something a little less revealing.

Oh, yes, of course.

This is the annex.

It was the stables before we had it adapted for Will.

Um, I'll give you a set of car keys, and put you on the insurance.

Nathan will show you how to use the ramp.

There's a bathroom in here.

Tea and coffee are in this cupboard here.

You're welcome to help yourself.

And there is always food in the fridge.

You and Will can work out your level of interaction yourselves.

Um, obviously...

Well, I would hope that you could get on.

It would be nice if he could think of you as a friend

rather than a paid professional.

Do you have any questions?

No.

Then let's introduce you to Will.

He should be dressed by now.

He has good days and bad days.

Mrs. Traynor, I won't let you down.

Good.

I have someone to meet you.

Yeah, he's decent, Mrs. T.

Will, this is Louisa Clark.

I'm Lou!

Will.

William.

William, please.

Hello, Louisa Clark. I'm Will Traynor.

You appear to have a problem with your skirt.

You're a bad man, Mr. T.