Rose: A Love Story

Rose?

Everything all right?

Yeah, just tired.

The barrel's got something in it. Bit of silt.

Is it all right to drink?

It should be, I'm going to empty it all out and clean it.

Right, what's today then?

Um, today is trying to give the doctor a reason

to be in Prague so that he can bump into Susie.

- Shit. - No... don't.

I... you're serious, I know.

I am serious, shut up.

That's a bit lucky. Three?

Yeah, I'll have to move the traps now though.

- Not now you don't. - No, at some point.

I'll make a start on them, yeah?

No, don't worry, don't worry, you carry on working.

It's hardly working if I'm writing one word a minute.

- You are procrastinating. - I am not.

Hmm.

Go an get yourself clean, you absolutely stink.

God.

You look lovely today.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

Um, you look lovely.

- You said today. - Did I?

You said, "You look lovely today."

Well, you do.

Okay.

- What have I done? - Nothing.

Well, clearly I have.

It just makes me feel a bit weird when you say things like that.

It makes me feel like you're keeping track of me.

- Keeping track of you? - Well, you know what I mean.

No, I'm just... just trying to tell you that today, now,

standing right in front of me, you look lovely.

That is literally the amount of layers that went into that thought.

Okay.

- You don't believe me, do you? - Yes, I do.

- Now go and get yourself clean, you smell. - Fine. Fine.

Sam?

Um, could you...

- Oh, now? - I'm sorry.

No, don't apologize. It's good, it's good.

Tell me this stuff.

Are we out?

- Just all a bit old. - Okay. Okay, just give me a minute.

Come on.

What?

I am.

No, you're not. Come on.

- Sam, I'm not hungry. - I don't care.

- I can't eat if I'm not hungry. - I don't care if you're hungry or not.

- Eat it. - I'll eat it later.

Eat now. Rose, we eat together. You agreed to this.

Okay, just don't police me.

I'm not policing you, I'm sticking to the rules

that we both agreed to.

Eat please.

What?

Sam.

Sam. Sam.

Please let me look at you.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry if that made you feel weird.

No, I'm sorry.

It's just...

We just don't look at each other anymore.

We do. I look at you.

You don't let me look at you.

I've told you, I'd just rather we did it with the lights out.

Yeah, and I'd rather not fuck my wife in the dark.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

It's hard for me to feel good when I just can't stand the way I look.

And the moment that I'm all splayed out on the bed,

I just think, "He must be thinking about how pale and how gross I am."

- Rose, Rose, stop. - I just...

Come on.

Come here.

Fuck.

Are you Sam?

- Where's Alan? - Can't make it, I'm his nephew.

What do you mean he couldn't make it. Where is he?

I don't know, mate. Sorry.

He just called me yesterday and asked me to take over.

Said to send his apologies.

He told me all about the arrangement, though.

What's he told you?

You get four petrol cans once a month, 200 quid.

- What about the post? - What post?

Alan collects my post from the petrol station and brings it with him.

He never said anything about any post.

Great. Right. Just give me the petrol, then.

Do you have the money?

Petrol first.

- Alan said to use the money to... - No, no.

Alan brings the petrol with him.

Petrol first, then the money.

- But... - What?

- No, nothing. - Are you fucking joking?

- Sorry, mate. I didn't know. - Christ.

It's me first go at it.

Look, I really, really need this.

Just give me an hour.

Max.

Where's Alan?

I don't know, mate. Just couldn't make it today.

One hour.

An hour. Yeah.

Fuck.

- That took a while. Is everything all right? - Yeah.

- What's wrong? - It's fine.

Why were you out so long?

We've got no petrol.

What do you mean?

We've got no petrol and the traps are empty.

Well, what did Alan say? He didn't bring any?

It's fine.

- I'm going to fix it. - What are you going to do?

I'm going to drive into town, and I'm going to get petrol and some food.

Okay, how long will you be?

Not long. I'll be as quick as I can. okay?

There's a jar from yesterday in the cooler if you get hungry.

I won't be long.

I love you.

- Hello. - Hi.

Three.

- Pump three. - Oh.

That's a hundred and... 178 pounds exactly, please.

That's fine.

Are you a farmer or something?

Where have you, uh, where d'you live?

I haven't seen you around here before.

There should be a package for me as well.

Anything exciting?

Leeches.

Um, has there been a little bloke

come through here in a silver four-by-four, load of petrol cans?

No, nothing like that.

Thank you.

- Excuse me. - Hello.

Uh, there's a silver four-by-four outside,

and I think... it's just blocking me in.

Do you mind just asking whoever's it is to come and move it for me?

- Yeah, of course I will, yeah. - Thank you.

Come on.

Rose?

Rose?

Rose?

Rose?

It's all right, it's okay.

It's okay.

I just couldn't get the jar open.

- I'm so sorry. - No, don't be sorry. Don't be sorry, love.

You've got nothing to apologize for.

- I fucked up. - You didn't.

- It was my fault - No, I did. I hurt someone.

What?

He said that he was working for Alan,

that he was a nephew or something,

but he just took the money.

What did you do?

- Sam, what did you do? - I hurt him.

Badly?

He'll be fine.

Oh my God.

- So now he knows where we live? - No, no, he doesn't.

Well, he's got a pretty good idea.

What if he comes back and brings some mates with?

- Well, he won't if he knows what's good for him. - Oh God, why?

- You'll kill him, will you? - Yeah, if I have to, I will.

Would you listen to yourself?

What are you trying to be? Fucking Rambo? Look at me.

The last thing either of us need is

for you to go swanning about puffing your chest out like a fucking teenager.

- He took the money, Rose. - So what? We can get more.

- No, it's not that simple. - It just doesn't matter.

- It does matter. - It doesn't, Sam, because this is what is important.

Everything we have built together. Don't risk that.

I'm sorry, but I can't let someone just take advantage of me, it's not in my nature.

You know what else isn't in your nature?

Hurting people to protect your own fucking pride.

You can go, you know.

From here, from me, from everything.

- You can just go. - No, no, no. I'm not starting this again.

- You can't be happy. - Ugh, don't tell me how I feel.

- Okay, I'm sorry. - Do you think I don't know what you're fucking doing?

- What am I doing? - You're giving up.

Sam, you can't seriously tell me that this is

how you wanted your life to be.

It's not what I signed up for, it certainly isn't what you signed up for.

Fucking stop. Stop, stop.

I will help you.

I will help you forever, because I love you.

But the second... the second you lie down and give up,

then I'm sorry, but that's the second that I lie down,

and I die next to you.