Voices

- Bank up. - Yup.

David?

Come on.

Whoo!

Tie that up for Daddy, okay?

Good and tight. Remember how I showed you?

Fit as a fiddle.

Gotcha!

Come on, let's go.

There's Mum.

- You two, be careful! - What?!

I said, "Be careful!"

Walk when I tell you.

Get in!

Lunch?

Can I have a radish, please?

You want to tell Mummy what you did? On the weir?

- What did you do, darling? - Running along the top.

Did you take any chances?

Mmm?

- No, he was very good. - Was he good?

Very good. Just what the doctor ordered.

Can you drink all that?

This to eat, or to look at?

Now, I want you to be very careful.

I can't see him anywhere.

Who, David?

Damn!

David? David!

David!

Where could he be? Where's he gone?

David!

David!

David!

David!

David!

David? David? David?

David!

David!

David!

David!

David!

David?

David!

Oh, God.

David? David?

Da...

David!

Robert!

Robert, I can't find him!

David!

David!

Où sont les brouillards d'antan?

They're here, that's where they are.

The fogs of yesteryear are having a bloody reunion.

Anyway, it's good to be together again, after all this time.

Oh, look, this is ridiculous.

We'll never make it through this, even if we knew

- we were on the right road. - No, come on. We're almost there.

I'm sure we are.

If you say so.

Did you ever meet her? Your Aunt Rachel.

Mmm. Just once.

When I first came to England. It was years ago.

Were you bitchy with her?

Or did she leave you the place because she hated your father?

It's a very nice house, Robert.

Sorry, I didn't mean that.

Traffic conditions throughout England

have become extremely hazardous, with dense fog...

Yeah, thanks a million.

All drivers should exercise caution...

I think this may have been a very foolish idea.

No, it was a brilliant idea.

Really, though, I mean it. We'll be fine.

Whoops!

Jesus!

If we ever get there!

We're almost there, I'm sure.

It'd be safer to get out and walk.

Claire?

Yes.

- Claire? You coming? - I'm coming.

- Come on, come on. - I can't find the key.

Terrific.

Wow.

It's fabulous.

Absolutely fabulous.

Claire?

What are you doing? Tasting madeleines?

Is it all coming back to you?

I don't know.

I feel strange.

What you feel is the first symptoms of pneumonia.

Come on. Let's get out of these things.

- How old were you? - Nine. No, ten.

It was only for a weekend.

There was a lovely fireplace.

Any let-up?

I've never seen fog like that before.

I can't understand it. The weatherman actually predicted fog.

- We could have died out there. - Oh, Claire, come on.

We could have. People do die in the fog.

People die in the fog, they die in the rain,

they die in their bathtubs.

They also die of starvation.

I lost half the groceries when I slipped back there.

The potatoes are gone, and the bread.

Claire?

Claire, look.

At what? Potatoes that aren't there?

All right.

Robert, you've lost the potatoes.

And the bread.

Is that what you wanted?

I want you.

And I want you here.

In our country home.

Your country home.

- Robert, my luggage. - What about it?

I'll tell you, we may really starve,

if we don't freeze to death first.

My night things are in my other case. And my sleeping pills.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Are you gonna miss them?

They haven't done you much good.

We're stranded. We're completely cut off.

No-one knows we're here.

Not even Mother. You made sure of that.

Now, what is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. I'm sorry.

It's getting very cold.

Now, there's our problem. Galloping frigidity.

We could freeze to death in this house.

Oh, absolutely. Could be stuck here till the spring.

They'd carry out the corpses, perfectly preserved,

but stiff as a board, like frozen food.

The British Museum would pay a fortune for us.

Claire, will you come and help me with this mess?

Oh, there's a crack in the wine bottle.

Thank God it's not the Scotch.

Have to be careful of the glass.

Swallow just one tiny sliver,

and it'll cut your inside to pieces.

I knew a girl once who swallowed a piece of glass.

It travelled with her blood

until it reached her medulla oblongata.

Her medulla oblongata.

What is it?

I told you we should have turned back.

If we had turned back when you said we should turn back,

we would still be stuck out there in the fog now, wouldn't we?

We have no heating,

no electricity, no telephone,

nothing.

And it's all ours, thanks to you.

It was left to me.

- Could have sold it. - How?

How was I going to sell it, where I was?

Yes. I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Anyway, who'd buy it? The local coven?

Come on, it's all right. We're stuck.

Let's make the most of it.

We've got each other,

and the best bottle of Scotch money can buy.

So let's forget about the fog,

about being stranded, about everything but us. Okay?

Robert, I'm sorry,

for being so frightened.

I still lose myself so quickly.

Well, that's because you keep forgetting the golden rule,

which is, "Be what you are."

You must deal in things, in reality.

Don't drift.

Even on a day like this, don't wander off,

not even for a moment.

And forget about the past.

David!

Yes, it's over.

I am trying, Robert.

I know. I know you are.

Go on. All the way, the first one.

Oh.

It's been such a long time.

Claire?

Claire, your cup.

Do you want me drunk?

I want you any way I can get you.

- I want you. - No.

- I want you. - No, Robert, please don't.

- I want you. - No, no, really, don't. I'm a mess.

You promise me you'll get my suitcase?

- No pills. Not tonight. - No, I don't want...

I don't want my pills. I want my nightgown.

That's where I was.

When you thought I was with my, er... lover, I suppose.

And where were you when I was with him?

Was she anybody I know?