Truly Madly Deeply

Mostly when I'm walking

at night

or anywhere by myself,

if I'm frightened or...

Then he'll turn up.

He'll talk about what I'm doing, you know, some advice.

He'll say,

"Don't be frightened. I've told you,"

"walk in the middle of the road at night."

And I do,

I move over to the middle of the road.

Or, I don't know, he'll say, er...

"It's a disgrace. This street is a disgrace."

"There's no proper lighting. Have you written? You must write."

He's always forthright.

I mean, he always was forthright, so I suppose that's not...

But you know, he'll also speak in Spanish to me.

Which is odd because he couldn't speak Spanish.

And I would have been feeling low, you know, very alone

and hopeless and then he's there, his presence.

And it's okay. It's fine.

And he tells me he loves me.

And then he's not there any more.

And then, how do you feel?

Okay. Fine. Well, I feel looked after, I suppose.

Watched over.

See he never says anything profound or Earth-shattering.

You know, he doesn't say, "Well, God thinks this or..."

Or about the planet or world events or

"There is no God."

It's all, "Go to bed."

"Brush your teeth." Or, the way I'm brushing my teeth because, er,

I always brush them side to side and I'll be doing that, and he'll say,

"Down at the top, come on. Down at the top, up from the bottom,"

or, "Lock the back door."

What's that?

"Lock the back door."

Is it significant, do you think,

he says that in Spanish?

No.

I did. It's locked.

How long ago did Jamie die?

Nina?

Jamie. When was it, he died?

- Good night, bye. - You're off, darling? Bye.

- Bye. See you tomorrow. - Good night.

Good night, Sandy.

Bye, Carolyn.

- Bye. - Bye-bye, love.

I like your hair.

- What? - Your hair, it looks, er...

You know, is, is it different?

Or is it the earrings? Yeah, they're terrific.

They look sort of... are they sort of Inca?

Sandy, what are you talking about?

- Are you depressed? - No.

I don't just love you because you translate my postcards, you know.

I know.

You see, everybody's just a wee bit concerned about you.

"Everybody" who?

'Cause you've disappeared. You've gone to ground.

You don't come out to play any more. You don't invite people round.

- You look terrible. - Except for my hair!

Well, actually, you know, you're hair, well, your hair

was never your strong point.

So, is it still Jamie?

- What? What? - I can understand that.

The Lord knows I miss Gabriella and I hated her and I still miss her,

I understand that.

You know, you've got to get out. Unless you get yourself out

- you will never meet anybody. - Okay.

- Okay, darling, thanks. - So, come on. Come.

Come on, have a wee drink with your Uncle Sandy.

Sandy, I can't.

I can't.

I just can't.

Hi.

Everything okay?

Good. Very safe now.

Yeah, I'm really much happier with the door, yeah.

- Take ten man to break down this door. - Titus.

- It's nearly midnight. - Yes.

I come to see if you still want me in the morning.

Yes, I do, actually, please.

Yeah, I can't close any of my kitchen cabinets.

And, Titus, listen, I've got rats.

I've either got two massive rats who never stop eating

or about 2,000 on a calorie-controlled diet.

I had this man who came this morning

and he put down enough poison to knock out half of North London

and it's disappearing. Look.

I'm missing Poland.

- Right. - Sometimes I think I hate Poland.

But then the song goes through my head, some music or a taste.

I remember taste of Polish bread.

A man should never drink.

He remembers all his country, his mother, his lovers.

Yeah, I'm going to bed.

I'm bushed. I've had a really, it's been a really busy day.

Nina,

you're the only beautiful woman I meet in London.

Absolutely right.

That's got nothing to do with the drink.

I am the only beautiful woman in London.

Night, night.

See you in the morning.

In my country,

when want to be rid of rats,

you do not use poison. We dance.

To drive the rats away we, we dance.

I would be surprise

if the rats will come back.

My God.

Sorry. Sorry, is Nina around?

- Yeah. Through there. - Thanks.

- Nina! - Sandy.

What's going on?

Well, the fridge is still working. That's what I keep telling myself.

The fish fingers are frozen.

Nina, this flat, it's not been very, er...

Really, has it? Who's the chappie in the joists?

That's Keith. He's the plumber.

Well, he's not a proper plumber. Little problem with the water.

Titus here is trying to make the kitchen doors

fit the kitchen cabinets. Did you meet Titus?

Titus!

This is Sandy. Sandy runs the agency.

- Hello, Titus. Good work. - Hello.

George is here somewhere. George!

No, it's a disaster, really. The whole place is falling to bits.

Why did I buy it, Sandy? You told me.

Jamie told me. Everybody told me.

Nina, this is very important. Hello.

- George, this is Sandy. He's my boss. - Hello, George.

- Have you touched these containers? - No.

- Haven't emptied them out or anything? - No.

We've got a very serious problem here, Nina.

We're talking a lot of rodents. We're talking infestation.

We might even be talking nesting. Can I make a telephone call?

Are we talking mice?

No.

- Rat... My God. - I have to move out.

- Sandy, you want borscht? - Sorry?

Borscht. Have some. Titus says it's the answer to all our problems.

Borscht! Yeah! Thanks. Yes.

Nina, a little postcard from Charlie here somewhere.

Could you spare a few minutes?

- Sandy, you've got to learn Spanish. - I know.

It's so perverse to run a language agency and speak...

How many languages do you speak, and not be, I mean, it's your son!

You must be able to understand what he's saying to you!

- I know. I know. - I mean, in the end,

that was the problem with you and Gabriella.

- You couldn't say a thing to each other. - No, that was our strength.

It was when we started to communicate it went wrong.

Before that, it was terrific. It was sign language.

It was great. It was... Voilà!

You're a twerp. What is this?

This is, er, it's work. It's for you.

It's urgent. It's manuals and whatever. You know. But, Nina, the postcard,

could you just read the postcard,

because I'm beginning to have an anxiety attack.

- "Dear Daddy..." - Where does it say that?

- There. - Fantastic.

"We are spending our holidays in Mar Del Plata."

It's lovely. It's supposed to be beautiful.

"I'm swimming in the sea. And I... And I'm not wearing..."

what do you call them?

"I'm not wearing..."

- Things. - Trunks?

Floats.

"Mario is teaching me to swim

- "underwater." - Bastard!

"We are staying in a very big hotel which has a television and a bathroom."

That's the thing about Gabriella.

A television and a bathroom. Doesn't that make

you laugh? Doesn't that make you want to spew after all that stuff about

materialism, you give her a television and a bathroom.

Yeah. "Last night, we went to a football match, and then we had a barbecue"

- "which gave me diarrhoea." - That is terrible.

Because Mario is a bastard, that is beyond dispute!

He's absolutely, manifestly, a bastard.

As in loco parentis. What is he doing? He's poisoning my son!

"I'm having a great time. Wish you were here."

"Lots of love, Charlie."

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's having a great time.

I have to write back, Nina. Would you help me write back?

Okay. Sandy, if you promise me you'll make an effort to learn Spanish.

Sí, sí, señora sí, sí. Thank you, thank you. Gracias, gracias.

You're a good person.

Have soup.

It's fantastic.

- It's fantastic. - Fantastic.

I tell her last night,

Nina, she is beautiful woman.

She is beautiful.

- You are. - Okay.

Well, I think she's beautiful.