Morvern Callar (2002) Movie Script
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[LIGHTS BUZZING]
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[DIAL TONE RINGING]
[TRAIN CLATTERING]
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hello?
Who?
No. No, this is Morvern Callar.
Morvern Callar.
M-O-R-V.
Mm-hmm.
I don't see anybody.
No.
Yes, it's the station.
No, no, I'm not from here, no.
I've lived here for years.
I was going to make a call.
Oh, don't worry.
I'm sure she'll be fine.
Yeah.
OK, then.
OK, thanks a lot. Bye.
Oh, aye, merry Christmas.
Sorry.
[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]
[CAT MEOWING]
- Where have you been?
I'm freezing to death.
- Sorry.
- Where is he, then?
- He's not coming.
- And why not?
He's weird.
What's that? Jackie?
Who's Jackie?
- I found it.
- Lucky bitch. It's gold.
What's up with you?
Here. Take this and shut up.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- OK, boys, this time
we'll play for Joan of Arc.
Hey, gorgeous.
Hey, sexy.
- Arsehole.
- Merry Christmas.
- Where's your man the night, then, eh?
- At home.
- All right.
- Don't tempt me.
- Hello, Morvern.
Long time no see.
I thought you'd have been
over to visit us by now.
- MORVERN: Sorry.
- What have you done
with Dostoevsky tonight?
- He's at home.
- You leave him at home?
- In the kitchen.
- They're gonna their heads kicked in.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Where are you taking us?
- I told you, [INDISTINCT].
- Come on. [LAUGHS]
- Hello.
- Woo!
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[PEOPLE CHEERING]
[BOAT ENGINE CHUGGING]
[GLASS SHATTERING]
- I told them my leg won't stop
shaking, and then they said,
"Do you wanna go to the hospital?"
I said, "I don't know what to do
because my leg won't stop shaking."
Is this your house?
It's a really nice house, isn't it?
I like the bath.
D'you reckon we can get any more?
- BOTH: D'you reckon we can get any more?
- D'you reckon we can get any more?
I reckon he's got some.
I reckon he's got some.
I reckon he's got some.
I reck, I reck, I reck, I
reck, I reckon he's got some.
I broke my nail.
Ask them. They might have seen it.
- Have you seen my nail?
It's a sparkly blue nail.
Excuse me, have you seen my nail?
Look.
- MORVERN: She's lost her nail.
- LANNA: Excuse me, everybody,
but I've lost my nail.
I've fucking lost my nail.
- WOMAN: It's nice. No, I
think you've got a nice smile.
Don't worry about your smile.
- MAN: How much do you
like American people?
- WOMAN: I said, have
you seen my boyfriend?
I've lost my boyfriend.
Have you seen my boyfriend?
[LAID-BACK MUSIC]
When you can sit on your own
and not really say anything,
I think that's when you know
when you really love somebody,
when you can sit on your own
and not really say anything.
You know?
[EVERYONE LAUGHING]
[MUSIC SKIPPING]
[WATER GURGLING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
- What are you doing
out here? It's freezing.
Oh, shit.
How are you feeling?
- Not too good.
That's the island where
my foster mum is buried.
- I'm fucked.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Ooh, I need a pee.
I do.
I need it. I need to do a pee.
Ooh.
I'm freezing.
Let's go to yours.
- No, I don't wanna go home.
- Hmm. I know what you mean.
- A merry Christmas, hen.
- Happy New Year, Gran. It's New Year.
- It's New Year, is it?
Och, I thought it was Christmas.
- I'm only winding you up, Granny.
- Ah, get off me, toerag.
Put the whistling jenny on
and we'll have a cup of tea.
- LANNA: Right, Granny.
- A three-letter word meaning,
um, what is it, neighbour.
Och aye. What would we
say instead of neighbour?
- MORVERN: Pal.
- Pal. Three-letter word.
Pal. That's right.
- I know, Mum, but it was snowing.
Well, Morvern's not got a phone.
Look.
Right.
Right.
[SIGHS] Just shut up.
So what did you get me
for Christmas, Granny?
- What Christmas?
Thought it was the New Year.
Och, away with you, and have
a hot bath, the pair of yous.
- What are you gonna tell him?
You can tell him you crashed at mine.
- Lanna.
- What?
- Summat bad's happened.
- Huh?
You're not pregnant, are you?
He's gone.
He's left me.
- What are you talking about?
- He's left me.
- Oh, he's probably just
in one of his moods.
- He's not.
He's really gone.
He's never coming back.
- He's gone where?
Gone where?
- Don't know.
To another country.
- Another country?
- You're not making any sense.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Is it something to do with me?
- What?
- I'll get some more
towels. You look tired.
[LIGHTS BUZZING]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Carry a moon in the afternoon
Hiding a spoon
She will be soon
Wave your fork
Raise your knife
[CAR HORN HONKING]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life
And how she made it end
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
- Are you going deaf or what?
I was buzzing for ages.
- Sorry.
- Merry Christmas, pet.
- Oh, Lanna. I didn't get you anything.
I'm sorry.
- Don't be daft. It's no big deal.
- Come here.
And don't worry. He'll come back.
- ANNOUNCER: Lanna
Phimister to bakery section.
- Great.
I'll meet you at Menzies at nine, right?
- ANNOUNCER: Can Lanna Phimister
please make her way to bakery section?
[OBJECT CLATTERING]
- Don't worry. He'll be back,
tail tucked between his legs.
- ANNOUNCER: Loose carrots
at 69 pence a pound.
Thank you for shopping at Pennysaver.
[BIRD TWEETING]
[DOGS BARKING]
- Hello.
I'll get the snow off my boots.
- GRANNY: Are you looking for Lanna?
- MORVERN: No. I was kinda
wondering how you were.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[OVEN TIMER RINGING]
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[PRINTER WHIRRING]
[OVEN TIMER RINGING]
[MORVERN COUGHING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[ATM BEEPING]
- What are you doing here?
- MORVERN: Na-naa!
- What? What is it?
- I booked us both a
fortnight at a resort.
- You're kidding!
[BOTH LAUGHING]
- Better talk to Creeping Jesus
about changing your shifts.
And don't worry about money.
- Oh my God!
Lynn, I cannae believe it!
Morvern, you are so lovely to me!
- Oh, it's all right. It's
your Christmas present.
- Where did you get the money?
- The bank.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
I'm sticking with you
'Cause I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do, too
You held up a stagecoach in the rain
In the rain
And I'm doing the same
The same
Saw you hanging from a tree
From a tree
And I made believe it was me
Was me
Oh, I'm sticking with you
'Cause I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do, too
People going to the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the Cong
But with you by my
side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right and wrong
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH]
[BUTTON CLICKS]
[MORVERN LAUGHS]
[BRIGHT MUSIC]
- Lanna!
[LANNA LAUGHS]
- LANNA: What are we going
to do when we get there?
- MORVERN: Be quiet.
It's an old woman that lives there anyway.
Shh!
[SUITCASE CLATTERING]
- He's left all his stuff,
eh? Even the computer.
It's kinda creepy, innit?
Oh, my head's buzzing with this tab.
We've got to put some music on.
- MORVERN: What do you want on?
- Some of his stuff. [LAUGHS]
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]
Did you know that Shadow,
the shelf-stacker,
got the boot from work?
- I don't wanna talk about work.
- LANNA: Oh, I hated
him. He's a real perv.
- Shh.
- Hey. Let's look at some of
his stuff on the computer.
- MORVERN: No.
- Come on. Maybe he's
wrote something about me.
- I don't want to.
- You're a pure bore.
Let's do some hoovering.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Oh, come on. It'll be a brilliant trip.
- No.
[MORVERN LAUGHING]
- Do you want to do some baking, then?
[LANNA YELLS]
[LAID-BACK MUSIC]
Got to do it right.
- Oh, that's brilliant.
- It's pure dead brilliant.
- Pure dead brilliant.
- It's not sticking proper
to the wee pasty underneath.
[LANNA LAUGHS]
Your hand's shaking.
- Aw.
- LANNA: Cake. It's a wee cake.
Morvern?
- What?
What?
What?
- You know we were pals?
- MORVERN: What, us?
- No. Me and him.
We were good pals.
- MORVERN: What d'you mean?
- You'll be in a massive huff.
- Did you go with him, then?
- Look, Morvern, I know how
terrible it must feel to you,
but it realty wasn't what you think.
I'll understand if you don't
want me to come on holiday.
I'll stay here and look after the flat.
It's not that I don't want
to come. I'd love to come.
You're my best friend, Morvern.
I'm sorry, really.
[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS]
- I got your letter.
I'm glad you like the book.
I can't come and meet you in London
because I'm off to Spain.
Um, it's the, uh,
Hotel Rozinante.
- MORVERN: Come on!
We 're missing the plane!
- Sorry!
- Hurry up!
- You're lucky to be on the flight.
[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
- MAN: There it is.
No, it's over there.
Look, there it is.
- Oh, wow.
This is great.
- MORVERN: Lanna!
Come on.
- What about the buses?
- No, come, we'll get a cab.
Oh!
[LANNA LAUGHS]
- Are the buses here already?
- MORVERN: No, we got a lift.
- RECEPTIONIST: There's a special bus
laid on for you, you know?
- So?
- RECEPTIONIST: Name?
- Morvern Callar.
- Oh, by the way, there's
a message for you.
- Let me see.
- Give it back.
- Tom Boddington.
- Give it back. I said give it back!
- There's no need to get nasty.
So who's Tom Boddington, anyway?
- Just a guy I met.
- LANNA: Where?
- The airport.
- At the airport? How
does he know you're here?
- 'Cause I told him.
[LANNA LAUGHS]
- LANNA: Fab!
This is cracking.
- Lanna Phimister and Mervo Caller?
- Morvern Callar.
- Marvern Caller?
- Morvern Callar!
- Marvell?
- Oh, for fuck's sake!
- Good morning.
- Look. Never mind.
It doesn't matter. What is it?
- Good morning, Marvell Caller.
Welcome to Grand Hotel Rozinante.
A very pleasant stay.
- OK?
- OK.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Then let's get cool
In the pool
Oh, let's get cool
Then let's get cool
In the pool
Oh, let's get cool
- You speak English?
- Very quiet.
- Swedish?
- DAZZER: Me Dazzer.
That's Dave.
- Helga.
- Ha! Olga.
- Olga?
Olga?
- LANNA: Olga.
Olga.
- Olga.
- Olga.
- DAZZER: German?
- So you are German?
I know someone from Germany. A bloke.
Alw in.
Alwin Kuchler from Germany.
Do you know him?
[MORVERN SCREAMS]
Slappers!
Look at them two over there.
[SCOOTER HORN HONKING]
- Get off!
Get off!
[LANNA LAUGHS]
I like champagne.
- Oh, me too.
Morvern, this is great.
You're so good to me, and
I really don't deserve it.
- Oh, shut up.
- I mean it.
You're such a good friend.
You're great.
- That's enough now.
- And there's plenty
of guys who fancy you.
You'll have no problem
finding a new boyfriend.
- Who said I wanted a new boyfriend?
- Like that guy Tom
you met at the airport.
Have you phoned Tom? He
obviously fancies you.
- What are you talking about?
[LANNA LAUGHS]
- LANNA: Let's go in. [laughs]
I'm going in.
Hey, there's beasties
floating about. Look.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[PEOPLE YELLING]
- MAN: People are fucking
trying to sleep up here!
[WOMAN YELLS]
Fucking cut it out! I'm trying to sleep!
Would you mind, children?
- Swap your swimsuits. Away you go.
Now, if these cats in the bag,
they don't quite get into
the spirit of things,
why, they're gonna end
up in the swimming pool.
Shall we put them in the pool?
In the pool, please.
How are you getting on in there?
- Hey, nice one, Tony!
- Now, I think they've
had long enough for now.
Drum roll. Drum roll, everybody.
[PEOPLE CLAPPING]
Here we go.
Look at that.
Don't they just, don't they look lovely?
They're beautiful. Big round of applause.
Thank you very much.
[PEOPLE CHEERING]
- Morvey.
Morvey! [GIGGLES]
- You like my hat?
- Yeah, it's lovely.
- MAN: I can't stand
up, mate. I am mashed!
- He's an ugly cunt.
- Aye, I'm an ugly cunt, like.
- I like your pants.
- Oh, do you like them?
- Very nice.
I never take it off. My
hair's a fucking mess.
Do you like it like that? Does it work?
- Come on, show your head.
- That's much better.
It's matte, greasy.
- I don't wash it, you see.
[LANNA LAUGHS]
It makes it dry.
We just got a cheap flight, didn't we?
We don't know how long
we're gonna be here.
We're looking for jobs. Do you want a job?
- Nah, you're all right.
- I don't want one either.
[EVERYONE LAUGHING]
What's your name?
- Lanna.
- Paul.
- PAUL: Right, Lanna?
- Lanna, yeah.
- Lara?
- Lanna.
- Lanna? Lanna.
Lanna, as in, like, Lanna the Llama?
[GUYS LAUGHING]
- MAN: Fucking hell.
- PAUL: It's all right.
Do you wanna come to Reverb with us later?
It's only down the road, and
it's fucking good, innit?
- Right.
- It's a great club.
It's, like, two big fucking rooms, right?
- 24 hours, man.
- 24 hours.
They close one room and,
like, clean the other.
- How can they close one and
clean the other, you spacker?
- PAUL: You're doing my fucking head in.
You're doing it on purpose
to show me up, you prick.
- I was saying summat.
- Oh, Sashy. Our fucking mate Sasha.
- Man, he's fucking off his head.
- He came here for a week.
Found the fucking. All right, mate?
- All right, mate?
- Dick.
Found him a month later,
a month later in the Reverb,
just been living on fucking
orange juice and burgers, man.
- MAN: It's fucking great.
He completely fried his brain.
So are you gonna come with us?
- Aye, great.
- Yeah?
You ought to, really. It's
gonna be a fucking laugh.
- It'll be a good night.
It just goes on and on.
You just fucking get smashed,
you know what I mean?
You get some fucking nuts.
- I'm fucking off me nut now, mate.
- Do you think they're cute?
- But I might go somewhere else.
- PAUL: Where's she going?
- LANNA: Ah, she'll be all
right. She's not getting any.
- PAUL: Yeah?
[ENERGETIC TECHNO MUSIC]
[PEOPLE YELLING]
[DOOR SLAMS]
[OBJECT CLATTERS]
- MAN: Go away!
Fuck.
No. No.
- You all right?
- My mum's dead.
Will you stay for a while and talk to me?
- I'll tell you about my foster
mum's funeral, if you like.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- I've got to go back.
- LANNA: Who's there?
- It's me.
- What time is it?
- Half nine.
- LANNA: Where have you been?
We've just taken some E's.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Do you want one?
What are you doing with the bags?
- MORVERN: Get dressed. We're leaving.
[PAUL LAUGHS]
- What are you doing?
- I said, get dressed,
we're leaving. Come on.
- PAUL: You sure you don't want a pill?
[LANNA GIGGLES]
[MORVERN GIGGLES]
- What's the matter with you?
- We're going elsewhere.
- Where?
What are you looking at?
Pervert!
- MORVERN: Come on!
[ECLECTIC FOLK MUSIC]
- What the hell is this?
[DRIVER SINGING IN SPANISH]
[GIRLS LAUGHING]
[DRIVER LAUGHS]
Morvey!
Morvey!
Where are we going?
- Somewhere beautiful.
[DOG BARKING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[CAR HORN HONKING]
[MAN YELLING IN SPANISH]
Lanna!
Lanna!
Lanna!
[DRUMS BEATING]
[PEOPLE CHEERING]
[ENERGETIC MUSIC]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- Woo!
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone, you old bag! [LAUGHS]
- Lanna!
Lanna!
Lanna!
[BOYS SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Lanna!
[BIRDS TWITTERING]
- I don't like it here. I wanna go back.
- MORVERN: Where's your case?
- I don't know.
And the new bikini and everything.
I can't believe it.
That cost a fortune.
And the pink dress.
Everything.
This is too depressing.
- Wow.
This is amazing.
- This? It's the middle of nowhere.
I cannae walk.
Oh, that's a sign.
It's a sign for a hotel, I bet you.
Come on.
- There's nothing up that way.
- Come on, you.
- It's just mountains.
- Come on.
- Oh, I cannae walk.
My feet are killing me.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[FLIES BUZZING]
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
- Have you got a light?
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
- Ah!
Something just bit me.
This place is crawling.
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
- You sure you haven't got a light?
- You don't understand, Morvern.
We are lost in the middle of nowhere.
I wanna go back.
There's nothing wrong with that place.
I liked it. I was having a great time.
[BIRD SCREECHES]
- What?
- Did you hear that?
- What?
- There. Look.
There's eyes. Somebody's watching us.
[BIRD SCREECHES]
Oh!
[WINGS FLUTTERING]
[MORVERN LAUGHS]
This is all your fault.
Why did we have to go anywhere
anyhow? I hate this place.
Stop laughing. It's not funny.
You hate me, don't you?
- What?
- You still fucking hate me
because of him, don't you?
- What are you talking about?
- You think he's left you because of me.
That's what you're thinking, ain't it?
- Shut up, Lanna.
- It was just a stupid fuck.
Wasn't even a good one.
And you're making it into some big deal.
- MORVERN: Ah, shut up, Lanna.
- Just get over it, for fuck's sake.
- Shut up. He's dead.
- I'm sick of your stupid moods.
[MORVERN SIGHS]
I mean, we could have
been out clubbing it.
Instead, we're fucking
surrounded by donkeys and cactus.
What's wrong with you? What do you want?
What planet are you on?
Eh?
You're too fucking weird.
- Where are you going?
- LANNA: Away from you.
- That's my case.
Bitch.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Jackie.
- Jackie.
[WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Da da dee, da dee da
dee da da, da dee da
[WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Da da da, da dee da da da da
Da dee da da da da
Da dee da da da da, da dee
da da da da, da dee da da
[MORVERN SINGING]
- Hello?
Hello, can I speak to Tom, please?
Oh, sorry. Tom Boddington.
Yeah.
It's Morvern.
Sorry. Morvern Callar.
Hello.
Hi.
Yeah, I'm still in Spain.
Yeah.
[MAN SINGING IN SPANISH]
- One of the best, you know,
first novels I've read for a while.
I mean, I think, you
know, what I really loved
was hearing such a
distinctive female voice.
- WOMAN: loved just each character.
The honesty I loved. It's amazing.
- Very fresh.
- Hmm.
It's brilliant.
It's a brave piece.
- So how are you finding it here?
Are you having a good time in Spain?
- Aye, it's great, yeah.
It's really beautiful when you get
to the quiet places, you know?
I like the ants.
[PUBLISHERS LAUGHING]
- WOMAN: So tell us something.
Tell us something about
yourself, about your background.
- Well, I do books myself
because it's got a lot to offer me,
you know what I mean?
It's much better than
waking up on cold mornings
knowing it's 39 years to
go to pension, you know?
I mean, when you're writing,
you can just knock off when you want.
Look out the window, smoke a cigarette,
then make a cup of coffee, take a shower.
Is that OK?
- Yeah, no.
Sure.
- Yeah, of course, of course.
Is there anyone on the
business side re: the book
that we should be talking to specifically?
Someone back in the UK?
- WOMAN: Yeah, do you have an agent
or someone looking after your book?
- Me. I mean, talk to me.
- Directly? Great.
Fine.
- That's great.
- Well, um-
- Fantastic.
- That's how we like it. No agent.
Since we're talking to you directly,
what did you have in mind, deal-wise?
Well, shall I just put
something out there?
We were thinking of something
in the region of 100.
- WOMAN: I know it's a bit
awkward talking about money.
- Well, Morvern, I'll be direct.
I mean, we love the novel.
That's why we're here.
We don't just jump on the plane
to Spain at a day's notice
on every unsolicited manuscript
that comes through the door.
But you are a first-time writer,
and as such, we're taking
a risk taking you on,
and you have to appreciate that.
- I can assure you that
for a first-time writer,
100,000 pounds is a really good deal.
- MORVERN: Can I go to the toilet?
- WOMAN: Of course.
- Fucking hell.
Fucking hell!
So when do I get the money?
[EVERYONE LAUGHING]
- Well, I mean, you know,
these things take a little
bit of time, but soon.
We have to go through lawyers,
paperwork, that sort of thing.
We'll sort it out.
- So how long does that take?
- If you sign the contract here now,
then, you know, by the
time we get back to London,
we could get a check to you immediately.
So Morvern, are you working
on any new material?
- Material?
- Just give us just a few words.
- TOM: Go on.
- What are you working on next?
- Hey, I'm on holiday.
[PUBLISHERS LAUGH]
- WOMAN: Oh, come on,
woman. Don't be be shy.
What's your next book about?
- TOM: Sneak preview.
[WOMAN GIGGLING]
- I work in a supermarket.
[PUBLISHERS LAUGHING]
- Supermarket? Love it.
Here, take a picture.
Checkout girl, say cheese.
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
- TOM: Chin-chin.
- Chin-chin.
- Chin-chin.
- Chin.
- Chin.
[EVERYONE LAUGHING]
- TOM: So Morvern, do you
really work in a supermarket?
- The fruit and veg section.
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
[BIRDS TWITTERING]
No, Lanna.
Lanna.
Lanna Phimister.
That's right.
Yeah.
Aqualand?
Right, right.
No, I'll call back later, thanks.
No, no message. Thank you.
[BELLS JANGLING]
[GOATS BLEATING]
[KEYS RATTLING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
How have you been?
- Same old, same old.
Back on the early shift
till the end of my days.
So where did you go, then?
Oh, I met this group from Leeds.
Completely mental. Absolutely mad.
Such a good laugh.
Oh, and I met this guy.
He's one of the guys from Leeds.
His name's Drew, and he's
coming to see me in a fortnight.
- Oh, that's great.
- You'll like him. He's a good laugh.
- Lanna, I'm going again.
- What?
- Do you wanna come?
Don't worry about money.
- What are you talking about? What money?
- It doesn't matter.
- And what about work?
- Fuck work, Lanna.
We can go anywhere you like.
- LANNA: But I'm happy here.
- Are you?
- Yeah. Everyone I know is here.
There's nothing wrong with here, Morvern.
It's just the same crapness
everywhere, so stop dreaming.
- Whiskey, Morvern.
- Thanks a lot.
- WAITER: Yours were...
- Coke and rum.
Thank you.
- WOMAN: Ta.
- I'm off to the toilet.
[CAR ALARM BLARING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[BIRDS TWITTERING]
[GENTLE MUSIC]
While I'm far away from you, my baby
I know it's hard for you, my baby
Because it's hard for me, my baby
And the darkest hour
is just before dawn
Each night before you
go to bed, my baby
Whisper a little
prayer for me, my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love
Life can never be
Exactly like we want it to be
I could be satisfied
Knowing you love me
And there's one thing I want you to do
Especially for me
And it's something
that everybody needs
While I'm far away from you, my baby
Whisper a little
prayer for me, my baby
Because it's hard for me, my baby
[CASSETTE PLAYER WHIRRING]
[BRIGHT, MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[LIGHTS BUZZING]
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[DIAL TONE RINGING]
[TRAIN CLATTERING]
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hello?
Who?
No. No, this is Morvern Callar.
Morvern Callar.
M-O-R-V.
Mm-hmm.
I don't see anybody.
No.
Yes, it's the station.
No, no, I'm not from here, no.
I've lived here for years.
I was going to make a call.
Oh, don't worry.
I'm sure she'll be fine.
Yeah.
OK, then.
OK, thanks a lot. Bye.
Oh, aye, merry Christmas.
Sorry.
[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]
[CAT MEOWING]
- Where have you been?
I'm freezing to death.
- Sorry.
- Where is he, then?
- He's not coming.
- And why not?
He's weird.
What's that? Jackie?
Who's Jackie?
- I found it.
- Lucky bitch. It's gold.
What's up with you?
Here. Take this and shut up.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- OK, boys, this time
we'll play for Joan of Arc.
Hey, gorgeous.
Hey, sexy.
- Arsehole.
- Merry Christmas.
- Where's your man the night, then, eh?
- At home.
- All right.
- Don't tempt me.
- Hello, Morvern.
Long time no see.
I thought you'd have been
over to visit us by now.
- MORVERN: Sorry.
- What have you done
with Dostoevsky tonight?
- He's at home.
- You leave him at home?
- In the kitchen.
- They're gonna their heads kicked in.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Where are you taking us?
- I told you, [INDISTINCT].
- Come on. [LAUGHS]
- Hello.
- Woo!
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[PEOPLE CHEERING]
[BOAT ENGINE CHUGGING]
[GLASS SHATTERING]
- I told them my leg won't stop
shaking, and then they said,
"Do you wanna go to the hospital?"
I said, "I don't know what to do
because my leg won't stop shaking."
Is this your house?
It's a really nice house, isn't it?
I like the bath.
D'you reckon we can get any more?
- BOTH: D'you reckon we can get any more?
- D'you reckon we can get any more?
I reckon he's got some.
I reckon he's got some.
I reckon he's got some.
I reck, I reck, I reck, I
reck, I reckon he's got some.
I broke my nail.
Ask them. They might have seen it.
- Have you seen my nail?
It's a sparkly blue nail.
Excuse me, have you seen my nail?
Look.
- MORVERN: She's lost her nail.
- LANNA: Excuse me, everybody,
but I've lost my nail.
I've fucking lost my nail.
- WOMAN: It's nice. No, I
think you've got a nice smile.
Don't worry about your smile.
- MAN: How much do you
like American people?
- WOMAN: I said, have
you seen my boyfriend?
I've lost my boyfriend.
Have you seen my boyfriend?
[LAID-BACK MUSIC]
When you can sit on your own
and not really say anything,
I think that's when you know
when you really love somebody,
when you can sit on your own
and not really say anything.
You know?
[EVERYONE LAUGHING]
[MUSIC SKIPPING]
[WATER GURGLING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
- What are you doing
out here? It's freezing.
Oh, shit.
How are you feeling?
- Not too good.
That's the island where
my foster mum is buried.
- I'm fucked.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Ooh, I need a pee.
I do.
I need it. I need to do a pee.
Ooh.
I'm freezing.
Let's go to yours.
- No, I don't wanna go home.
- Hmm. I know what you mean.
- A merry Christmas, hen.
- Happy New Year, Gran. It's New Year.
- It's New Year, is it?
Och, I thought it was Christmas.
- I'm only winding you up, Granny.
- Ah, get off me, toerag.
Put the whistling jenny on
and we'll have a cup of tea.
- LANNA: Right, Granny.
- A three-letter word meaning,
um, what is it, neighbour.
Och aye. What would we
say instead of neighbour?
- MORVERN: Pal.
- Pal. Three-letter word.
Pal. That's right.
- I know, Mum, but it was snowing.
Well, Morvern's not got a phone.
Look.
Right.
Right.
[SIGHS] Just shut up.
So what did you get me
for Christmas, Granny?
- What Christmas?
Thought it was the New Year.
Och, away with you, and have
a hot bath, the pair of yous.
- What are you gonna tell him?
You can tell him you crashed at mine.
- Lanna.
- What?
- Summat bad's happened.
- Huh?
You're not pregnant, are you?
He's gone.
He's left me.
- What are you talking about?
- He's left me.
- Oh, he's probably just
in one of his moods.
- He's not.
He's really gone.
He's never coming back.
- He's gone where?
Gone where?
- Don't know.
To another country.
- Another country?
- You're not making any sense.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Is it something to do with me?
- What?
- I'll get some more
towels. You look tired.
[LIGHTS BUZZING]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Carry a moon in the afternoon
Hiding a spoon
She will be soon
Wave your fork
Raise your knife
[CAR HORN HONKING]
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life
And how she made it end
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
- Are you going deaf or what?
I was buzzing for ages.
- Sorry.
- Merry Christmas, pet.
- Oh, Lanna. I didn't get you anything.
I'm sorry.
- Don't be daft. It's no big deal.
- Come here.
And don't worry. He'll come back.
- ANNOUNCER: Lanna
Phimister to bakery section.
- Great.
I'll meet you at Menzies at nine, right?
- ANNOUNCER: Can Lanna Phimister
please make her way to bakery section?
[OBJECT CLATTERING]
- Don't worry. He'll be back,
tail tucked between his legs.
- ANNOUNCER: Loose carrots
at 69 pence a pound.
Thank you for shopping at Pennysaver.
[BIRD TWEETING]
[DOGS BARKING]
- Hello.
I'll get the snow off my boots.
- GRANNY: Are you looking for Lanna?
- MORVERN: No. I was kinda
wondering how you were.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[OVEN TIMER RINGING]
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[PRINTER WHIRRING]
[OVEN TIMER RINGING]
[MORVERN COUGHING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[ATM BEEPING]
- What are you doing here?
- MORVERN: Na-naa!
- What? What is it?
- I booked us both a
fortnight at a resort.
- You're kidding!
[BOTH LAUGHING]
- Better talk to Creeping Jesus
about changing your shifts.
And don't worry about money.
- Oh my God!
Lynn, I cannae believe it!
Morvern, you are so lovely to me!
- Oh, it's all right. It's
your Christmas present.
- Where did you get the money?
- The bank.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
I'm sticking with you
'Cause I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do, too
You held up a stagecoach in the rain
In the rain
And I'm doing the same
The same
Saw you hanging from a tree
From a tree
And I made believe it was me
Was me
Oh, I'm sticking with you
'Cause I'm made out of glue
Anything that you might do
I'm gonna do, too
People going to the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the Cong
But with you by my
side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right and wrong
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH]
[BUTTON CLICKS]
[MORVERN LAUGHS]
[BRIGHT MUSIC]
- Lanna!
[LANNA LAUGHS]
- LANNA: What are we going
to do when we get there?
- MORVERN: Be quiet.
It's an old woman that lives there anyway.
Shh!
[SUITCASE CLATTERING]
- He's left all his stuff,
eh? Even the computer.
It's kinda creepy, innit?
Oh, my head's buzzing with this tab.
We've got to put some music on.
- MORVERN: What do you want on?
- Some of his stuff. [LAUGHS]
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]
Did you know that Shadow,
the shelf-stacker,
got the boot from work?
- I don't wanna talk about work.
- LANNA: Oh, I hated
him. He's a real perv.
- Shh.
- Hey. Let's look at some of
his stuff on the computer.
- MORVERN: No.
- Come on. Maybe he's
wrote something about me.
- I don't want to.
- You're a pure bore.
Let's do some hoovering.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Oh, come on. It'll be a brilliant trip.
- No.
[MORVERN LAUGHING]
- Do you want to do some baking, then?
[LANNA YELLS]
[LAID-BACK MUSIC]
Got to do it right.
- Oh, that's brilliant.
- It's pure dead brilliant.
- Pure dead brilliant.
- It's not sticking proper
to the wee pasty underneath.
[LANNA LAUGHS]
Your hand's shaking.
- Aw.
- LANNA: Cake. It's a wee cake.
Morvern?
- What?
What?
What?
- You know we were pals?
- MORVERN: What, us?
- No. Me and him.
We were good pals.
- MORVERN: What d'you mean?
- You'll be in a massive huff.
- Did you go with him, then?
- Look, Morvern, I know how
terrible it must feel to you,
but it realty wasn't what you think.
I'll understand if you don't
want me to come on holiday.
I'll stay here and look after the flat.
It's not that I don't want
to come. I'd love to come.
You're my best friend, Morvern.
I'm sorry, really.
[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS]
- I got your letter.
I'm glad you like the book.
I can't come and meet you in London
because I'm off to Spain.
Um, it's the, uh,
Hotel Rozinante.
- MORVERN: Come on!
We 're missing the plane!
- Sorry!
- Hurry up!
- You're lucky to be on the flight.
[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
- MAN: There it is.
No, it's over there.
Look, there it is.
- Oh, wow.
This is great.
- MORVERN: Lanna!
Come on.
- What about the buses?
- No, come, we'll get a cab.
Oh!
[LANNA LAUGHS]
- Are the buses here already?
- MORVERN: No, we got a lift.
- RECEPTIONIST: There's a special bus
laid on for you, you know?
- So?
- RECEPTIONIST: Name?
- Morvern Callar.
- Oh, by the way, there's
a message for you.
- Let me see.
- Give it back.
- Tom Boddington.
- Give it back. I said give it back!
- There's no need to get nasty.
So who's Tom Boddington, anyway?
- Just a guy I met.
- LANNA: Where?
- The airport.
- At the airport? How
does he know you're here?
- 'Cause I told him.
[LANNA LAUGHS]
- LANNA: Fab!
This is cracking.
- Lanna Phimister and Mervo Caller?
- Morvern Callar.
- Marvern Caller?
- Morvern Callar!
- Marvell?
- Oh, for fuck's sake!
- Good morning.
- Look. Never mind.
It doesn't matter. What is it?
- Good morning, Marvell Caller.
Welcome to Grand Hotel Rozinante.
A very pleasant stay.
- OK?
- OK.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Then let's get cool
In the pool
Oh, let's get cool
Then let's get cool
In the pool
Oh, let's get cool
- You speak English?
- Very quiet.
- Swedish?
- DAZZER: Me Dazzer.
That's Dave.
- Helga.
- Ha! Olga.
- Olga?
Olga?
- LANNA: Olga.
Olga.
- Olga.
- Olga.
- DAZZER: German?
- So you are German?
I know someone from Germany. A bloke.
Alw in.
Alwin Kuchler from Germany.
Do you know him?
[MORVERN SCREAMS]
Slappers!
Look at them two over there.
[SCOOTER HORN HONKING]
- Get off!
Get off!
[LANNA LAUGHS]
I like champagne.
- Oh, me too.
Morvern, this is great.
You're so good to me, and
I really don't deserve it.
- Oh, shut up.
- I mean it.
You're such a good friend.
You're great.
- That's enough now.
- And there's plenty
of guys who fancy you.
You'll have no problem
finding a new boyfriend.
- Who said I wanted a new boyfriend?
- Like that guy Tom
you met at the airport.
Have you phoned Tom? He
obviously fancies you.
- What are you talking about?
[LANNA LAUGHS]
- LANNA: Let's go in. [laughs]
I'm going in.
Hey, there's beasties
floating about. Look.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[PEOPLE YELLING]
- MAN: People are fucking
trying to sleep up here!
[WOMAN YELLS]
Fucking cut it out! I'm trying to sleep!
Would you mind, children?
- Swap your swimsuits. Away you go.
Now, if these cats in the bag,
they don't quite get into
the spirit of things,
why, they're gonna end
up in the swimming pool.
Shall we put them in the pool?
In the pool, please.
How are you getting on in there?
- Hey, nice one, Tony!
- Now, I think they've
had long enough for now.
Drum roll. Drum roll, everybody.
[PEOPLE CLAPPING]
Here we go.
Look at that.
Don't they just, don't they look lovely?
They're beautiful. Big round of applause.
Thank you very much.
[PEOPLE CHEERING]
- Morvey.
Morvey! [GIGGLES]
- You like my hat?
- Yeah, it's lovely.
- MAN: I can't stand
up, mate. I am mashed!
- He's an ugly cunt.
- Aye, I'm an ugly cunt, like.
- I like your pants.
- Oh, do you like them?
- Very nice.
I never take it off. My
hair's a fucking mess.
Do you like it like that? Does it work?
- Come on, show your head.
- That's much better.
It's matte, greasy.
- I don't wash it, you see.
[LANNA LAUGHS]
It makes it dry.
We just got a cheap flight, didn't we?
We don't know how long
we're gonna be here.
We're looking for jobs. Do you want a job?
- Nah, you're all right.
- I don't want one either.
[EVERYONE LAUGHING]
What's your name?
- Lanna.
- Paul.
- PAUL: Right, Lanna?
- Lanna, yeah.
- Lara?
- Lanna.
- Lanna? Lanna.
Lanna, as in, like, Lanna the Llama?
[GUYS LAUGHING]
- MAN: Fucking hell.
- PAUL: It's all right.
Do you wanna come to Reverb with us later?
It's only down the road, and
it's fucking good, innit?
- Right.
- It's a great club.
It's, like, two big fucking rooms, right?
- 24 hours, man.
- 24 hours.
They close one room and,
like, clean the other.
- How can they close one and
clean the other, you spacker?
- PAUL: You're doing my fucking head in.
You're doing it on purpose
to show me up, you prick.
- I was saying summat.
- Oh, Sashy. Our fucking mate Sasha.
- Man, he's fucking off his head.
- He came here for a week.
Found the fucking. All right, mate?
- All right, mate?
- Dick.
Found him a month later,
a month later in the Reverb,
just been living on fucking
orange juice and burgers, man.
- MAN: It's fucking great.
He completely fried his brain.
So are you gonna come with us?
- Aye, great.
- Yeah?
You ought to, really. It's
gonna be a fucking laugh.
- It'll be a good night.
It just goes on and on.
You just fucking get smashed,
you know what I mean?
You get some fucking nuts.
- I'm fucking off me nut now, mate.
- Do you think they're cute?
- But I might go somewhere else.
- PAUL: Where's she going?
- LANNA: Ah, she'll be all
right. She's not getting any.
- PAUL: Yeah?
[ENERGETIC TECHNO MUSIC]
[PEOPLE YELLING]
[DOOR SLAMS]
[OBJECT CLATTERS]
- MAN: Go away!
Fuck.
No. No.
- You all right?
- My mum's dead.
Will you stay for a while and talk to me?
- I'll tell you about my foster
mum's funeral, if you like.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- I've got to go back.
- LANNA: Who's there?
- It's me.
- What time is it?
- Half nine.
- LANNA: Where have you been?
We've just taken some E's.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Do you want one?
What are you doing with the bags?
- MORVERN: Get dressed. We're leaving.
[PAUL LAUGHS]
- What are you doing?
- I said, get dressed,
we're leaving. Come on.
- PAUL: You sure you don't want a pill?
[LANNA GIGGLES]
[MORVERN GIGGLES]
- What's the matter with you?
- We're going elsewhere.
- Where?
What are you looking at?
Pervert!
- MORVERN: Come on!
[ECLECTIC FOLK MUSIC]
- What the hell is this?
[DRIVER SINGING IN SPANISH]
[GIRLS LAUGHING]
[DRIVER LAUGHS]
Morvey!
Morvey!
Where are we going?
- Somewhere beautiful.
[DOG BARKING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[CAR HORN HONKING]
[MAN YELLING IN SPANISH]
Lanna!
Lanna!
Lanna!
[DRUMS BEATING]
[PEOPLE CHEERING]
[ENERGETIC MUSIC]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- Woo!
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone, you old bag! [LAUGHS]
- Lanna!
Lanna!
Lanna!
[BOYS SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Lanna!
[BIRDS TWITTERING]
- I don't like it here. I wanna go back.
- MORVERN: Where's your case?
- I don't know.
And the new bikini and everything.
I can't believe it.
That cost a fortune.
And the pink dress.
Everything.
This is too depressing.
- Wow.
This is amazing.
- This? It's the middle of nowhere.
I cannae walk.
Oh, that's a sign.
It's a sign for a hotel, I bet you.
Come on.
- There's nothing up that way.
- Come on, you.
- It's just mountains.
- Come on.
- Oh, I cannae walk.
My feet are killing me.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[FLIES BUZZING]
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
- Have you got a light?
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
- Ah!
Something just bit me.
This place is crawling.
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
- You sure you haven't got a light?
- You don't understand, Morvern.
We are lost in the middle of nowhere.
I wanna go back.
There's nothing wrong with that place.
I liked it. I was having a great time.
[BIRD SCREECHES]
- What?
- Did you hear that?
- What?
- There. Look.
There's eyes. Somebody's watching us.
[BIRD SCREECHES]
Oh!
[WINGS FLUTTERING]
[MORVERN LAUGHS]
This is all your fault.
Why did we have to go anywhere
anyhow? I hate this place.
Stop laughing. It's not funny.
You hate me, don't you?
- What?
- You still fucking hate me
because of him, don't you?
- What are you talking about?
- You think he's left you because of me.
That's what you're thinking, ain't it?
- Shut up, Lanna.
- It was just a stupid fuck.
Wasn't even a good one.
And you're making it into some big deal.
- MORVERN: Ah, shut up, Lanna.
- Just get over it, for fuck's sake.
- Shut up. He's dead.
- I'm sick of your stupid moods.
[MORVERN SIGHS]
I mean, we could have
been out clubbing it.
Instead, we're fucking
surrounded by donkeys and cactus.
What's wrong with you? What do you want?
What planet are you on?
Eh?
You're too fucking weird.
- Where are you going?
- LANNA: Away from you.
- That's my case.
Bitch.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Jackie.
- Jackie.
[WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Da da dee, da dee da
dee da da, da dee da
[WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Da da da, da dee da da da da
Da dee da da da da
Da dee da da da da, da dee
da da da da, da dee da da
[MORVERN SINGING]
- Hello?
Hello, can I speak to Tom, please?
Oh, sorry. Tom Boddington.
Yeah.
It's Morvern.
Sorry. Morvern Callar.
Hello.
Hi.
Yeah, I'm still in Spain.
Yeah.
[MAN SINGING IN SPANISH]
- One of the best, you know,
first novels I've read for a while.
I mean, I think, you
know, what I really loved
was hearing such a
distinctive female voice.
- WOMAN: loved just each character.
The honesty I loved. It's amazing.
- Very fresh.
- Hmm.
It's brilliant.
It's a brave piece.
- So how are you finding it here?
Are you having a good time in Spain?
- Aye, it's great, yeah.
It's really beautiful when you get
to the quiet places, you know?
I like the ants.
[PUBLISHERS LAUGHING]
- WOMAN: So tell us something.
Tell us something about
yourself, about your background.
- Well, I do books myself
because it's got a lot to offer me,
you know what I mean?
It's much better than
waking up on cold mornings
knowing it's 39 years to
go to pension, you know?
I mean, when you're writing,
you can just knock off when you want.
Look out the window, smoke a cigarette,
then make a cup of coffee, take a shower.
Is that OK?
- Yeah, no.
Sure.
- Yeah, of course, of course.
Is there anyone on the
business side re: the book
that we should be talking to specifically?
Someone back in the UK?
- WOMAN: Yeah, do you have an agent
or someone looking after your book?
- Me. I mean, talk to me.
- Directly? Great.
Fine.
- That's great.
- Well, um-
- Fantastic.
- That's how we like it. No agent.
Since we're talking to you directly,
what did you have in mind, deal-wise?
Well, shall I just put
something out there?
We were thinking of something
in the region of 100.
- WOMAN: I know it's a bit
awkward talking about money.
- Well, Morvern, I'll be direct.
I mean, we love the novel.
That's why we're here.
We don't just jump on the plane
to Spain at a day's notice
on every unsolicited manuscript
that comes through the door.
But you are a first-time writer,
and as such, we're taking
a risk taking you on,
and you have to appreciate that.
- I can assure you that
for a first-time writer,
100,000 pounds is a really good deal.
- MORVERN: Can I go to the toilet?
- WOMAN: Of course.
- Fucking hell.
Fucking hell!
So when do I get the money?
[EVERYONE LAUGHING]
- Well, I mean, you know,
these things take a little
bit of time, but soon.
We have to go through lawyers,
paperwork, that sort of thing.
We'll sort it out.
- So how long does that take?
- If you sign the contract here now,
then, you know, by the
time we get back to London,
we could get a check to you immediately.
So Morvern, are you working
on any new material?
- Material?
- Just give us just a few words.
- TOM: Go on.
- What are you working on next?
- Hey, I'm on holiday.
[PUBLISHERS LAUGH]
- WOMAN: Oh, come on,
woman. Don't be be shy.
What's your next book about?
- TOM: Sneak preview.
[WOMAN GIGGLING]
- I work in a supermarket.
[PUBLISHERS LAUGHING]
- Supermarket? Love it.
Here, take a picture.
Checkout girl, say cheese.
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
- TOM: Chin-chin.
- Chin-chin.
- Chin-chin.
- Chin.
- Chin.
[EVERYONE LAUGHING]
- TOM: So Morvern, do you
really work in a supermarket?
- The fruit and veg section.
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
[BIRDS TWITTERING]
No, Lanna.
Lanna.
Lanna Phimister.
That's right.
Yeah.
Aqualand?
Right, right.
No, I'll call back later, thanks.
No, no message. Thank you.
[BELLS JANGLING]
[GOATS BLEATING]
[KEYS RATTLING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
How have you been?
- Same old, same old.
Back on the early shift
till the end of my days.
So where did you go, then?
Oh, I met this group from Leeds.
Completely mental. Absolutely mad.
Such a good laugh.
Oh, and I met this guy.
He's one of the guys from Leeds.
His name's Drew, and he's
coming to see me in a fortnight.
- Oh, that's great.
- You'll like him. He's a good laugh.
- Lanna, I'm going again.
- What?
- Do you wanna come?
Don't worry about money.
- What are you talking about? What money?
- It doesn't matter.
- And what about work?
- Fuck work, Lanna.
We can go anywhere you like.
- LANNA: But I'm happy here.
- Are you?
- Yeah. Everyone I know is here.
There's nothing wrong with here, Morvern.
It's just the same crapness
everywhere, so stop dreaming.
- Whiskey, Morvern.
- Thanks a lot.
- WAITER: Yours were...
- Coke and rum.
Thank you.
- WOMAN: Ta.
- I'm off to the toilet.
[CAR ALARM BLARING]
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[BIRDS TWITTERING]
[GENTLE MUSIC]
While I'm far away from you, my baby
I know it's hard for you, my baby
Because it's hard for me, my baby
And the darkest hour
is just before dawn
Each night before you
go to bed, my baby
Whisper a little
prayer for me, my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love
Life can never be
Exactly like we want it to be
I could be satisfied
Knowing you love me
And there's one thing I want you to do
Especially for me
And it's something
that everybody needs
While I'm far away from you, my baby
Whisper a little
prayer for me, my baby
Because it's hard for me, my baby
[CASSETTE PLAYER WHIRRING]
[BRIGHT, MELANCHOLY MUSIC]