The Almond and the Seahorse (2022) Movie Script
1
[ Switch clicks ]
[ "Layer Upon Layer" plays ]
-Hurry up,
it's the final call
It's no opportunity at all
Just a functional decree
That will get our life
from A to
Being alone
while not living alone
Living alone
but not being alone
Coping not living
and living to cope
Hoping not living
and living to hope
-All aboard!
All aboard!
If you're not on, we're gone.
All aboard.
-There's a heartbeat
of the mind
It's about friendship
and being kind
As we make our way
through time
These are threads
that hide beneath in
Layer upon layer upon layer
upon layer upon layer
Time dissolves
Layer upon layer upon layer
upon layer upon layer
Time dissolves
Being alone
while not living alone
Living alone
while not being alone
Coping not living
and living to cope
Hoping not living
and living to hope
Layer upon layer upon layer
upon layer upon layer
Time dissolves
Layer upon layer upon layer
upon layer upon layer
Time dissolves my mind
[ Chime sounds ]
-You've been traveling
with City Ferries.
Thank you.
-It's my husband, Joe.
He's missing.
-Missing?
Since when?
-Um, no, I-I don't mean
"missing" missing.
I just mean...
-Where are you?
-Nothing makes sense.
-Okay.
-We're just drifting.
We're unmoored.
-Excuse me.
Are you in trouble, caller?
-Yes, um...
Yeah, and I could really do
with some help here.
-I'm listening.
-Sarah?
-H-Hello?
[ Receiver hangs up ]
-Hey, beautiful,
what are you doing?
-Go to bed, Joe.
-What's wrong?
-Nothing.
Nothing.
I was -- I was just...
-What?
Easy, tiger.
[ Chuckles ]
Hey.
It's late.
-Is it?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
Okay.
[ Refrigerator humming ]
-[ Yawns ]
[ Refrigerator whirs, clicks ]
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
What are you doing?
-Oh, it's late, isn't it?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, we should --
we should probably go to bed.
-Come to bed.
Come to bed!
-[ Sighs ]
[ Water running ]
-Good morning.
-Good morning to you.
-You smell nice.
-It's me.
-Yeah, I know.
I know.
-Shh.
Listen, listen, listen.
Gwen.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Gwen. Please.
Listen.
-What happened?
-It's me.
It's Toni.
I'm your partner
and always have been.
I love you.
-You're different.
You've changed.
-I know.
Please, Gwen, you know me.
Everything you know --
-No!
-Everything you know
has changed.
-What are you doing?
-Time has passed.
I'm still here.
This is our house.
Isn't it?
It's our house.
Go and see.
-The ones the crooks took
when life collapsed
There she is.
-Hey, babe,
do you need me, or...
-Baby, baby, baby, baby.
What do you want?
-Get me my robe, please.
-[ Chuckles ]
-[ Humming ]
-Never bothered
with any of that
-Oh.
-I want my old life back
[ Music distorts ]
...of years gone by
-You're looking very tired.
-That's because I am.
-Hope you're not ill.
-No, it's just, mm, alcohol
poisoning from my work do.
-Why wasn't I invited?
-Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you an archeologist?
-No.
-Could you hold your own
in a conversation
about the Klasies River mouth
in Southern Africa
from thousands of years ago
and what they discovered there?
-No.
-Well, if you can't
make small talk
about the funeral rites of
our predecessors over canaps,
then you're not invited.
Sorry!
-You look very tired.
-You said.
-You feeling okay?
-It's nothing an early night
won't cure.
-What's for lunch?
-Babe, you just had
bacon and eggs,
and you're putting on
a little bit of weight.
-Some with needs
and some with want
-Fatty!
Fatty fatty bum bum!
[ Laughs ]
-I want my old life back
I want my old life back
-You still love music.
-I would hope so.
It's my job.
-I no longer design houses.
-Oh?
-Yes.
It was just easier to stop.
I held on as long as I could
after the accident.
-The accident?
-Yes.
Um, I had a few clients.
But then, um...
Then I stopped.
Careful.
-Okay.
How long have we been
doing this?
-Nearly 15 years.
-Why?
-You're late.
-Who are the kiddy-winks?
-Really?
Community interaction.
Part of our new funding drive.
We need money.
-I need my time.
-Oh, come on!
I promised them
they could meet a genius.
But I guess you'll do.
-Hilarious.
-And annoying.
-Mm-hmm.
-Come on.
Chop, chop, chop, chop.
Have fun!
[ Knock on door ]
-Morning, Moses.
-Morning, Dr. Falmer.
-Morning.
-Morning.
-Hope you have a good one.
-You're gonna help me
herd the ducklings.
Come on.
Put your brain through a
windscreen at 40 miles an hour
or drop it 15 feet down a ladder
and life becomes a lottery.
You may remember things,
or you may not.
That theme tune
from a kid's TV show.
The taste and sensations
of your first kiss.
The insult that your sister
gave you and then forgot
but which has plagued you
some mornings at 2:30 a.m.
and has done
ever since you were 20.
-Oh, she's so young.
-No way.
-It is remarkable what
that kilo-and-a-half blob
at the top of your neck
files away.
-How many grandchildren
are we gonna have?
-Grandchildren?
-Yeah.
-Babe, we haven't even spoken
about children yet.
-Well, simple enough question,
how many grandchildren
are we gonna have?
What, three? A dozen?
A measly one?
-I don't know.
-Tell me.
-Um, I can't answer that!
-Well, try.
-Seven!
Three boys and four girls.
And one of them, unfortunately,
is redheaded,
so we keep them in the basement.
-There's no need
to take the piss.
-[ Chuckles ]
-Hey.
You feeling okay?
-I'm fine!
-I swear I can actually
see you aging.
-Let's go to brunch.
-You're getting old
before your time.
-I'm getting ready.
-You feeling okay?
-Well, let's go
to that trendy caf,
the one with the coffees
and the tattoos, you know?
-What's wrong, tell me.
-Yeah?
-What's wrong?
Are you feeling okay?
-No, I'm fine Joe!
-What's wrong?
-I'm not ill!
I'm just getting older!
Okay?
-You are looking older.
-'Cause I am older!
-How?!
-[ Sighs ]
-Following
a traumatic brain injury,
suddenly, you might not
recognize your own mother
or recall who was in the room
with you two minutes ago.
You might suddenly decide
that the word for "table"
is "antelope."
You might not talk at all.
You might never come 'round
from that coma.
Or you might come 'round
aggressive and abusive,
speaking only in Latin
or humming the theme tune
to that kid's TV show
over and over again.
In some rare cases you may
even have been improved.
-Alright, guys, come on,
straight through.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
-One thing is for sure.
Your old self, the premorbid
self, will have gone,
and the new you
will have come into being.
Same person
but with new frontal lobes
and therefore, potentially, a
brand-new personality to match.
-Um, it's two minutes past,
Doctor.
-Was I good?
-Bit indulgent.
-Welcome to
the Open Field TBI Hospital.
You have met Jenny.
If I don't have the answers
you need, she does.
Any questions?
Excellent!
Bye!
Clinic.
[ Scraping ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
-[ Chuckles ]
Oh, my God.
[ Chuckles ]
-Oi! What you doing?
Who said you could give
my child a doughnut?
-It's fine. I got loads.
It's okay.
-Don't be eating food
from strangers!
-Hey!
-What's wrong with you?
-That was a nice one!
I just --
I'm sorry. I don't mind --
I don't mind sharing.
I'm fine. You can have --
Come take another one, pal.
-No! Don't go around
giving people food!
-Please, please. It's okay.
-Why are you standing there
like that?
Are you on drugs or what?
-It's okay, okay?
Alright, you don't understand.
-He shouldn't be allowed out!
And I understand alright!
Taking the piss,
talking to kids!
-No! No! It's not like that.
He loves kids.
-Oh, I bet he does!
-Oi. You can't do that!
Don't -- Don't do that!
-Oh, no?
-No, that's invasion of privacy.
You have no right!
-I have every right
to protect my child, yeah?
-You can delete that, delete it!
-No, no, no, no, no, no.
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
-I've got both of you now!
-What are you looking at?
-Come on. No, no.
-In fact...
-Wait, so you're filming now,
are you?
-Yeah, I need proof!
-Proof of what?!
We're people!
We're just peop--
-Let go, you bitch!
-Okay, come on. Come on.
Let's move. Let's move.
-Leave her alone, alright?
-You fuck off!
-Witnesses,
look at this crazy woman
attacking me
in front of my child!
-You crazy bitch!
-What gives you
the right to judge?
-Shut up!
-Sarah, come on,
come on, come on.
Sarah.
-Fuck off!
-Hey! Hey. Hey.
Come on.
That was fucking brilliant!
-Babe, you cannot go around
with your grinning
and saying weird jokes
and talking to random people.
Okay, you can't do that.
-Oh, don't smile, don't laugh.
-No, don't do it.
-What, people will think
something's wrong with you.
-Well, there is, okay?
There is something wrong
with you.
You're...disinhibited.
-Good.
Let's go to bed, then.
You got doughnuts.
Nice.
-30 years ago,
90% of all patients
with traumatic brain injury
didn't survive,
and now 90% do.
What with tumors,
road accidents, and strokes,
we are fast approaching
epidemic levels.
Hospitals can't cope.
Our system is overloaded.
And who is left
to deal with that?
Family at home.
You.
-So there's nothing
you can do to help?
-Did I say that?
-Well, the system's overloaded,
epidemic levels,
hospitals can't cope.
-But the brain is adaptable.
-So he'll get better?
-The tumor
that Joe has sustained
means he'll never get better.
-But he'll improve?
-Further use of memory aids
could certainly help facilitate
more independent living, yeah.
-Well, he has to improve.
He's really struggling.
We're strug-- ah...
I'm struggling.
People are cruel.
-You can't see a broken brain.
-[ Sighs ]
-This silent epidemic
isn't going anywhere.
About Joe...
There is something we could try.
-And he'll get better?
-The brain is adaptable.
[ Cello music playing ]
[ Knock on door ]
-[ Sighs ]
[ Thud ]
I'm still here.
[ Knock on door ]
It's me, Toni.
Whatever lesson
I was supposed to learn,
I have it now.
By heart.
[ Line ringing ]
-Dr. Falmer here.
Yes?
How can I help?
-My partner, Gwen Williams...
she had a traumatic brain injury
about 15 years ago
and now lives with --
-Retrograde amnesia?
Yes, Gwen. I remember.
So there's been a change?
-Yes.
Yes, there's...
there's a big change.
It's been so long.
She can't be near me anymore.
I'm -- I'm sorry.
It's just probably a bad day.
-Bring her in, Toni.
-No.
-Bring her in.
A few days' observation
and we'll take it from there.
-Actually, um...
I'm sorry I bothered you.
Uh, I'm okay.
-Around 5:00 p.m.?
Pack a bag
and we'll make up a room.
It's time, Toni.
[ Zipper closes ]
-Sit down?
Hello.
-Hi.
-We have a 5:00
appointment for Gwen.
-5:00?
[ Dispenser whirs ]
Well, I can't see anything here.
-How're you doing?
-Um...
Um, well, I don't know.
We do have an appointment.
-You don't, because there's
nothing written down.
-Can you check again?
-I've just checked
and there's nothing here, so...
-Look, we do have
an appointment.
It's just not bloody
written down!
-[ Chuckles ] Well, I can't
bloody help you, then, can I?
-Excuse me?
Look, I didn't choose
to come here.
We were told to come in!
-Well, you don't have
an appointment!
-We do!
-It's okay!
Jenny, it's okay.
Hi, Toni.
-Hello.
-Please, take a seat.
Gwen.
Would you like to come with me?
-Yeah.
-I'll take this.
-It's been a while.
-Yeah.
-You can help yourself
to a magazine.
-There was a car accident,
and you sustained
a very severe head injury.
-So how long was I out?
-Out?
-In the coma.
How long was I in the coma for?
-It wasn't a coma.
-Asleep, then.
How long have I been asleep?
-This, um...
This may be difficult
for you to understand,
but you've been conscious
all the time.
-I don't think I can do this.
-You can.
You always do.
-Yeah, just give me a minute.
[ Sighs ]
My mother?
-I'm sorry.
-Was it a long time ago?
-Four years.
-Four years?
Did I go to the funeral?
-You were too upset.
-I don't remember anything!
Was it a good turnout?
-Yeah.
The, um, hall was full.
-[ Chuckles ]
Oh, she would have loved that!
She loved people around her.
[ Laughs ]
-Every morning, she has to
go through a version of this.
And it's my job
to calm her and...
and explain.
I could go.
It's harder since her mum died.
-Of course.
-She doesn't trust me.
Is she getting worse?
Or am I weaker?
-Go home.
Things will look better
in the morning.
-[ Scoffs ]
Don't you have something
stronger for the pain
than bloody clichs?
-I think it's time to leave.
-You didn't see me.
I wasn't even here.
-Hi, Joe.
Good morning, love.
I hope you slept well.
This is gonna seem
pretty strange,
but it's something new
that we agreed to try,
because your doctor said that
with repetition
some of what I say may register.
So, listen up,
you hairy-assed clown.
Listen, okay?
Seriously, this is
very, very important.
Um, I never know
how to tell you this,
and it never gets any easier,
even though
I've done it many, many times,
not that you'd remember.
You're ill, Joe.
Um, your brain was injured.
That's why you're at home
and not at work.
Um, you've -- you've got
a form of amnesia
from when you were
ill two years ago.
Look, I know
this might come as a shock.
You're probably like, "What?"
Um, but just --
just try to listen.
I'm gonna explain everything,
okay?
So just try to listen
and try to understand.
Okay, I got you, babe.
Ready?
Uh...
It all comes down to
the almond and the seahorse.
The amygdala
and the hippocampus --
they are components
of the brain's memory circuitry
necessary for the laying down
of new traces,
um, for the making
of new memories.
They're called the almond
and the seahorse because,
uh, they're shaped like that,
I guess.
Um...
You've been rewired.
Okay, imagine the colored wires
in a phone line,
and these wires are the axons
that run from the outer layer
of the brain
to the cortex beneath,
linking both layers
and making possible
the connections
between the brain
and the world,
the brain and the body,
the brain and the self.
With brain injury, the
internal wires are separated.
-She's lost the fucking plot.
-Then if they reconnect,
it can be in haphazard
or, like, unusual ways.
Red may find green.
The blue wire
may find the yellow one.
It may never reconnect at all.
[ Button clicks ]
Basically, you've been rewired
but in a new, illogical way.
[ Button clicks ]
-Fuck.
[ Beeping ]
"Take your medicine.
Box in your top left pocket.
Tuesday compartment."
[ Water running, shuts off ]
[ Slurping ]
[ Beeping ]
"Take your medicine.
Box in your top left pocket.
Tuesday compartment."
Sarah?
Sarah, are you home?
[ Match strikes ]
"Checklist."
"Take pill.
Check medicine box,
square, yellow."
Square yellow.
Square yellow.
Check!
"Tuesday compartment.
If pill is there, then take it."
Huh?
"If empty, you've taken it.
Cross this out
and go to point two."
[ Telephone ringing ]
Ha!
Hello?
-Hello. My name's Rina.
-Rita!
-Actually, it's Rina, sir,
from North West Power.
I'd like to save you money
on your electricity.
-Oh, that's good.
No, not many people
call me up to say
they've got cheaper electricity
for sale.
-Wonderful!
Do you have a pen and paper?
-Pen? Yeah, yeah, I have.
I'll get a pen.
-I appreciate your time.
-Yeah.
-Thank you.
-Yeah, sure.
-Okay.
-Yeah.
I'll, uh...
Sarah?
-Hello, sir?
Hello?
Are you there?
Hello? Hello?
-Hello?
-Hi, sir.
It's Rina
from North West Power.
We spoke?
-No, I don't know a Rita.
-I said it's Rina.
-No.
Who's this?
-Did you get your pen?
-Why do I need a pen?
Why you ask me
if I've got a pen?
I haven't got a fucking pen,
alright?
-I don't have to
listen to this.
[ Dial tone ]
-Charming!
[ Beeping ]
[ Alarms beeping, ringing ]
Buzz buzz.
[ Grunts ]
What the fuck?
[ Beeping, ringing continue ]
[ Alarm ringing ]
[ Whimpers ]
[ Glass shatters ]
[ Screams ]
[ Sniffles, sobbing ]
[ Telephone ringing ]
Hello?
-Hi.
-Sarah!
-Hey, babe!
-I love you!
-I love you, too!
Have you taken your meds, Joe?
Have you taken the pill?
-Wait, see. What pill?
-The pill.
The -- Uh, it's the yellow one,
the yellow pill.
-I haven't taken a pill.
What are you on about?
-In the little box?
-Well, I haven't seen it.
-Yellow pill in your box.
-Oh, I see.
-Yep.
-Yellow one?
-Yeah, you got it?
-Yeah, I got it.
-Okay, good.
Take it please. It's important.
-Alright!
Okay, look, you can listen
to me taking it.
-Yep. Right now?
-This is me, swallowing drugs.
-Okay, good.
-Mnh.
All gone!
Happy now?
-Hello?
Joe?
-Was I good?
-Yeah, I just really need you
to follow the lists
when I'm not there.
Do you understand?
-Oh, for Christ's sake, Sarah,
it's hardly
fucking rocket science!
-Gwen!
-Gwen! Wait!
Oh, I c-- I can see her.
-Gwen!
-Gwen, we can see you running!
-Gwen, wait!
-Come! [ Groans ]
Stay with her, Moses.
-I've got her.
-No, you haven't.
-Wait, Gwen!
Oh, bloody hell, wait!
-You'll never catch me!
Ever! Ever!
-Wait, Gwen!
Bloody hell, wait!
-Ever!
-Lisa Good.
You ready?
-Yeah.
-Toni!
I thought I told you to go
and get some rest.
-I rested.
-Respite is for both of you.
-Yep!
-You know, I really think we
need to respect people's wants.
-I'm not sure
what you're saying.
-If someone doesn't want
our presence, then we should...
-You don't want me to see her?
-I didn't say that.
-My life is in that room.
-No, it's not!
With respect, it's not.
Your life is where you are.
-Do I cause her distress?
-I didn't say that.
-I-I cause her distress?
-Go home, Toni.
-What do you do
when you've been obliterated?
-Is, um...
Is this for Gwen?
-Yeah, it gives her comfort.
-Does she still play?
-No, not for years.
-Shame.
Music can sometimes
help the brain reanimate.
-Yeah.
You're welcome!
-[ Squealing ]
Uncle Joe!
-[ Laughs ]
[ Shouting, laughter ]
No! You have to get him!
Get him!
-[ Shouts ]
[ Children scream ]
-I'll go and get the cake,
alright?
-I don't know what all
the bloody fuss is about.
-Your mum's a fucker, Cath!
-I know.
-Fuck, she's a fucker!
-I know!
-Fucking fucker!
-Definitely a fucker.
-Fucker!
Okay.
-Breathe.
And put those in a bowl, please.
-[ Grunts ]
-Hello.
-Hello.
-What brings you here?
-It's my birthday.
-Well, happy birthday!
And what do they call you?
-Bethan the birthday girl!
-Well, hello, birthday girl.
I'm Joe.
-Uncle Joe.
-Whoo! Waaah!
-Alright, let's...
Let's come back in, fairies!
-Yah!
-[ Laughs ]
-Joe!
-Aah!
-I just never know
what Joe I'm gonna get.
The Dalai Lama or a 5-year-old.
-Honestly.
-It doesn't bother you
that he doesn't remember her?
-Oh, he remembers her.
Just the wrong age.
Keeps asking me,
"Where's the baby?
Is she lying down?"
I'm like, I don't have
the heart to say,
"She's there in front of you."
Have you thought
any more about --
-No.
-You know,
what you're going through
is a kind of bereavement.
-Only I still have the body
walking and talking
and rolling around
on top of me.
-Aah!
Too much information!
-Sorry, Cath.
Not that he remembers.
-Well, that's a family trait.
I can't remember
my last shag, either.
[ Laughs ]
It's true.
You do need to talk
to someone, though.
-Yeah, well, I have you.
-We're not doing friends
anymore.
-I really can't stomach
the little smiles
and the pitying eyes.
-Isn't there a group
you could join or something?
-I'm not a joiner.
-Oh, no.
Sorry, forgot.
Yep, "I'm not a joiner."
So I guess that leaves me, then.
-Poor Cath!
I still love him, you know.
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Excuse me.
-Why, what you done, Nana?
[ Laughter ]
-What?
-You heard.
-Hey, fuck you!
-Oh, hey.
-Whatever!
[ Indistinct talking ]
-Waiting for my time,
hiding in the shadows
Waiting for my time,
hiding in the shadows
By chance you came along
Delivered me from misery
We could catch a ride
to any new reality
Dance all your shadows
to death
Dizzy them, dazzle them
Vanish them with light
Dance all your shadows
to death
Dissonant futures
Osmosis and desire
[ Crowd cheering ]
-[ Sobs ]
You changed!
Not me.
I'm still here.
[ Sobbing ]
-I can buy a brontosaurus
for 3 million.
Or a triceratops
for two and a half.
-I'm not a paleontologist.
Plus we would have
nowhere to put it.
You already got me that bike.
Actually...
Where did you put your schedule?
-Do you think I'm stupid?
-No.
-Then why do you keep talking
to me in that voice?
-What? Sorry?
-I hate it when you speak to me
in that voice.
Yeah, that patronizing,
schoolteacher voice.
-Yeah, well,
it wasn't intentional.
I'm sorry.
[ Sighs ]
It's just
where is the schedule?
'Cause you're supposed to have
it with you at all times.
-There is that voice!
-I'm doing the best
that I can here!
-I hate that voice.
I hate it!
-Tough, it's the only voice
that I have!
Ah! And here!
Your schedule!
Which you should have with you
at all times!
-For fuck's sake.
Christ!
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Joe, it's just you
have to have it with you!
Okay?
It allows you to have
some kind of life.
I don't want you having
the panic attacks.
-Do you think we can dream
our children
before they're conceived?
-What?
-I mean...
do they exist out there
in the mass of energy
and molecular particles
that is the universe,
and the dark that isn't
really dark, just...
...just waiting.
Choose their parents,
choose their families,
their soul families, their...
[ Laughs ]
Soul family!
[ Laughs ]
-Joe, I really wanna have a baby
with you, Joe.
I really wanna have our baby.
And if you're in there,
I just...
I'd love you to know that.
-What?
-I miss your old eyes,
the eyes that were attached
to that original brain.
-Have you been drinking?
-I just miss you.
-I'm here!
-You're not.
You're not the same.
-I am!
-No, you're not.
-I am here!
-No, you're not, Joe.
You're not here, because...
-Oh, for --
And to think!
I am here.
I am fucking here!
-Okay, you're not
the same person.
You're not bitter and dark
and twisted,
like how you used to be.
-Are you having some kind
of nervous breakdown?
-Probably. Yeah.
-Well, that comes from digging
around all those corpses.
My mother said it was morbid
and always has been.
-Well...
you can tell her I'm basically
an archivist now.
And you haven't worked
in two years, so...
-Ah, for fuck's sake!
[ Chuckles ]
Something's happened!
-Yeah!
You're right, Joe.
Something has happened,
and you wrote it in your book.
So just read your list.
-What happened?
-It's in the book!
-"Important information
about your broken brain.
For Joe, by Joe.
One -- I am you,
and we have been ill.
Two -- we grew a tumor
the size of an orange
inside our skull,
but it's okay.
It was benign.
Three -- they removed the tumor
and, with it, large sections
of our memory" --
-Do you recognize
the handwriting?
-Yeah.
-Whose it it?
-Well, um...
...looks like mine.
I, um...
I can't...
I can't do this, okay?
-You can.
-I can't, because it's, um...
I can't do this,
'cause it's, um...
I'm -- I'm really --
I'm really sorry. Um...
-No, it's okay.
Sorry, no, it's alright, Joe.
-No, it's not. It's my fault.
-It's alright.
-I did something wrong.
And I'm really sorry.
-I'm here.
-I wanna to speak to Sarah.
No, no, I-I-I want, um --
I want the other Sarah, okay,
yeah?
I want the real Sarah.
-I'm here.
-I want the real Sarah.
[ Note plays ]
-You have to find your zero.
-Sorry?
-It's alright.
-Oh.
-You have to show it who's boss.
-Have you played long?
-You tell me.
-Sorry, I didn't --
I should go.
-No.
Stay.
You first have to find
your zero.
It's the moment after
you've lifted the bow
and just right before
it falls back to earth.
A breath, a pause,
before you start to play.
Take my hand.
-My zero?
-Yeah.
[ Cello playing ]
There was once a woman
walking along a shore.
It was twilight, and she could
see another figure
walking towards her.
A young woman.
And, as they grew closer,
she could see how she walked,
and it was familiar.
A way of moving so reminiscent
of someone she knew.
Her younger self.
"Go back!" she cried.
"Go back!"
-Gwen.
-Yes, Toni?
-No, don't -- don't turn around.
Just, um, listen.
[ Sniffles ]
-Why?
-I don't think we should
do this anymore.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I changed.
I'm sorry
you don't know me anymore.
-Yes.
-This is just a memory
speaking to another memory.
-A goodbye.
-[ Sniffles ]
-I'm sorry, Toni.
-No, don't be.
-Oh. Excuse me!
-[ Laughs ]
Here he is!
My guy!
Mr. Trouble is here!
-Okay, see you later!
-Bye, babe!
-Sarah?
-Yes.
-Dr. Falmer
would appreciate a word.
-Next week, then.
Okay. Thanks.
-I can come back later.
-Let me call you back.
Sarah?
Sarah, please do...come in.
Have a seat.
Um, I would like to keep Joe
in the residential wing
for a while.
-But he always comes home
with me.
-Oh, it's not for very long.
I just want to run
a few more tests
and keep him under observation.
-Is there a problem?
-Please, sit.
-Is there a problem?
-According to Joe's
medical notes,
he has no memory
or recollection of anything
over the past two years?
-Yeah, that's right, yeah.
-So I am concerned about
a possible erosion
of his existing memories
going back to before the tumor.
-Meaning?
-Joe's autobiographical memory
appears to be deteriorating.
-His memory is deteriorating.
-It seems so.
-So he's slipping further back?
-Well, I can't say for sure --
-Just deleting his memories.
Well, when will it stop?
-Impossible to say.
-So what, he just carries on
rewinding, erasing our lives?
-I really can't say
at the moment.
-What happens if he rewinds
to before we ever met?
What happens then?
What happens then?
He -- He forgets who I am?
He doesn't recognize me?
-I am sorry.
-No!
-I am...
-No.
-I'm sorry, Sarah.
[ Door closes ]
[ Door opens ]
You know, I thought
there was still hope.
You told me
that there was still hope.
-I didn't, actually.
-What about all those
memory exercises
and the recordings
and Joe's schedule?
-Th-They're all designed
to support
and facilitate
independent living.
-"The brain is adaptable,"
you said.
-No brain is the same, Sarah.
-You gave me hope,
and you shouldn't have.
You shouldn't have given me
any hope!
Do you have no idea
what it's like to try to hang on
and survive like this?
-I do.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
-[ Sobbing ]
-Time passes so quickly.
-Excuse me?
-We shouldn't waste it crying.
Seize life.
Grasp it.
Don't waste it.
-It'll kill you, you know.
-Which is why I like to smoke
alone and in silence.
You know, some things require
full awareness
and concentration.
It's a talent, and some
might say it's a discipline.
Total commitment to the slow
process of self-annihilation.
-I've never been one
for small talk, either.
It changes you.
-Do not be nice to me.
-I wouldn't dream of it.
-What is the point
of having a phone
if it's always off
the bloody hook?
-Those are the brains
I can't mend.
-You know you can't smoke
anymore in here, right?
[ Chuckles ]
[ Crowd cheering ]
-Good morning.
-Hi, okay.
Uh...
Okay, can you get me a towel?
-What?
-An oblong piece of absorbent
material used to block water
from my naked skin,
following ablutions?
-[ Chuckles ]
Don't you need to pause and
inhale, like us lesser mortals?
-Ah, no.
Scary, isn't it?
I have excellent breath control.
I can actually go on
for hours if I need to.
I can just pump out words
[Imitates gunfire]
like, um, a Tommy Gun.
-A Tommy Gun.
-Mm.
It's like an automatic weapon.
I just spray words into the air,
like bullets, just...
Uh, look, okay, I'm clearly
not used to doing this, um,
so I'm just gonna have a shower
and I will be out of your life.
-So I guess giving comfort
is a crime.
-Oh, I've never heard it
called that before.
-But that's what we did.
We comforted each other.
-Uh...
Yeah, uh, okay, yep,
that's what I was, comfort.
-No, you were much,
much more than that.
-I don't want this.
-Why are you being like that?
-Because last night
I was just trying to get away.
It was just --
Last night was just about me
because I'm sleeping
with strangers,
and I include my husband,
Joe, in that list,
and you have no idea.
-You fucking try me!
-Okay.
Sometimes, when he looks at me,
what makes him "him" is --
-Missing?
-Yes.
-The last time I saw Gwen
was 15 years ago, in our car.
She was pregnant.
The IVF had finally worked.
And, um, she was trying
to buckle her seat belt
over her bump,
and that's the second
before a car cannoned into us,
sending her through
the windscreen.
What happens when there are no
babies to tell the stories to?
-Toni!
Toni!
[ Door opens ]
Where's Toni?
-Please.
Allow us to explain, just...
-I don't know you.
-My name is Alex Moses.
I'm a nurse.
-Where am I?
-Gwen, allow me to explain.
-No, I need to speak to Toni.
-I'll tell you where you are.
-I cannot --
What happened?
-It's okay.
-Oh, my God.
No.
-Gwen.
-[ Sobbing ] Where --
No.
Where is my baby?!
-It's okay.
-What did you do to me?
Where is my baby?!
-Gwen, hello.
I'm Dr. Falmer,
and I'm here to help.
-Where is Toni?
I need to speak to --
-It's alright.
-Oh, please!
-It's okay, Gwen.
-It's not okay!
I can't speak!
I need to speak to Toni!
-Okay.
Is that clear, Gwen?
-Yeah.
I know something now which I...
which I won't at other times.
I know I'm older
than I thought I was.
Time's passing.
Life's moving on.
But tomorrow morning,
I'll be a young girl.
-And you'll have to go
through this all over again?
-Yes, I will.
Yes, we will.
-Thank you.
Well, you take your time,
and I'll get Moses
to see you to your room.
[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]
[ Ringing stops ]
[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]
[ Ringing stops ]
-A whole skeleton?
Wow!
How long did it take you
to complete?
-Mm, weeks, maybe months.
I just got lost in their story,
reuniting the bones.
-Connecting the dots?
Seems like you needed it.
-Yeah, like...
[ Laughs ]
-Gwen and I loved coming here.
-What?
-Too soon?
-Oh, you fucker!
Oh, you had me there!
You!
-I'll drink to that!
[ Glasses clink ]
-[ Laughing ]
What do you do
when you're grieving
and no one's actually died?
-It's not even 6:30, Sarah.
-You're not him.
-I do know that.
-You're not him.
-I know.
-It's just, we're not very good
at this, are we?
Well, I've tried.
-What do we have to do
to make it work?
-Forget.
-I want a future.
-Can you just be content
with the present?
-But we're not present!
We're not even here, Sarah!
I've missed so much!
So much time! God!
-Toni!
-Taken away from me!
[ Doorknob rattles ]
-Toni, I'm sorry.
Toni?
But what happened to the woman
who comforted me,
who understood?
-She grew old and disappeared.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
-I'll just let her know
you're here.
[ Knock on door ]
Hi, Gwen.
Toni's here to see you, okay?
Go through.
[ Birds squawking ]
-Taste better
when you hold them.
-Less fattening, too.
They arrived a few years ago.
-An invasion.
Do we like them?
They're perfect.
-There are times
when we are taken
There are times
the pieces break
You can glue them
back together
But you'll feel
a little ache
So liberate me
from the love song
Liberate me
from the love song
Liberate me
from the love song
To survive another day
-"'I am a dinosaur,' said Bunny,
stamping down a paw.
'You should see
my mighty shadow.
You should hear
my mighty roar.'"
-"Tiger raised an eyebrow
and scratched his spiny..."
-They'll be there for hours.
-"'Hello, Bunny,' said Tiger.
'I really have to say,
what do you think you're doing,
standing in my way?'"
-"Said Bunny to tiger...
-Cath?
-Sarah.
-I've -- I've done something.
-Hey.
-Uh, I really messed up.
-So?
-There was this woman.
-Woman?
-Yeah.
-That's one ticked off
the bucket list.
Didn't see that one coming.
-Look, Cath.
I didn't mean to --
-Do I looks like a priest?
-Sorry?
-Does this look like
a confessional box?
-I'm tell-- I'm telling you
I've done something!
-Well, you're not made of wood.
I don't need to know.
It's none of my business.
-I want Joe back.
-Oh, we all want Joe back.
-I want Joe!
-You've got Joe!
[ Door opens ]
-[ Sighs ]
[ Door opens ]
-Hi.
-Hello.
-I'm outside.
Outside in the garden.
Yes, familiar, familiar,
this is.
Familiar.
I'm outside, in a garden,
by a tree.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay, I'm in a --
in a garden.
Familiar, by...
big fucking tree.
And hands are empty.
Ohh.
[ Laughs ]
In a garden,
by a big fucking tree.
Hands cold.
Big fucking tree!
[ Laughs ]
-Are you alright?
-Hello.
-Hello.
-I'm Joe.
-I'm Gwen.
-Hi, Gwen.
-Hi.
-I love your garden.
-It's not mine.
-No?
-Mnh.
-Do you know whose it is?
-Not really, no.
-Then we are in the same boat.
[ Laughs ]
Yeah, I hate it when
you go to these parties
and no one knows
who the host is and...
-Hm.
Maybe you're lost.
We are in the grounds
of a health center.
-Was I in an accident?
-You look fine to me.
-Why am I here?
-Visiting someone.
-Ha!
That's it!
That is it!
Yeah!
Let's see.
Very good.
-Should I know you?
-Probably.
You never can tell, can you?
-No.
How long have you had your book?
-Oh. Uh...
Um...
Years.
Years and years.
[ Chuckles ]
I like the garden.
-Yeah.
-Hello.
-You're very familiar.
-S-Sometimes,
I'm a little too familiar.
[ Chuckles ]
And if that's the case, just...
-You remind me of someone.
-I'm Joe.
-I know.
-Hello.
-Hello, Joe.
I'm Gwen.
-Hi.
-[ Chuckles ]
-So what do I do now?
-We could go have a cup of tea.
-I'd like that.
-Yes.
Come.
-[ Laughs ]
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Chuckles ]
-Um, my friend and I
would like some tea, please.
-Of course.
Take a seat.
I'll bring it over.
-Thank you.
-Hi, Joe.
-Hi.
-I believe you're going to
play the cello for us later.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
-Well, I'm looking forward
to that.
-Good.
[ Cello playing ]
[ Clapping ]
-Bravo!
[ Cheers and applause ]
-Yes! Cello lady!
[ Laughs ]
[ Cheering ]
[ Laughs ]
Hey!
Hey, you're a real buster.
Who are you?
-Joey.
-No, that's my name.
My name's Joe.
-No, that's my name.
-No, I'm Joe.
What's your name?
-A couple of regular Joes!
-Hi.
What's your name?
-I'm Sarah.
-Hi, Sarah.
I'm Joe.
I've heard there's cake
'round here.
Did you know that?
-Yes.
-Oh, you've heard.
-Yes.
-Is it good cake?
-They have chocolate and jam
and sprinkles and everything!
-Everything?
Do they have icing?
-They have icing.
-[ Laughs ]
Wanna get some cake?
Oh.
Do you mind?
-Why not?
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
-I'll be back.
Go on.
Oh. Hey, hey.
Huh.
-This one.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-We got here.
-We did.
To being present.
-To now.
I wanted to say...
-Thank you, too, Toni.
Seriously.
-Don't be nice to me.
-I wouldn't dream of it.
[ Chuckles ]
-Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy.
-Yeah? Oh! Is that for me?
-Yes!
-He's -- He's really fast.
-Did you choose this one
especially for me?
-Yes.
-Yeah?
Oh, thanks!
Good choice, 'cause
I was so hungry for this.
[ Applause ]
[ Cello playing ]
-Sometimes, often
Never, always
In your hallways
I can give you
More or less or
Something different
Keep me posted
I can give you
More
I can give you more
I can give you
Pressures in the deep
Loving in the sunlight
Crystals on your tongue
Sacramental sunset
Raindrops in the spring
Flowers in the shadow
Grasses in the fields
Shooting stars and rainbows,
amen
[ "I Want My Old Life Back"
plays ]
I want my old life back
Summer days lying on my back
Thinking of all the things
I'd run with back
I want my old life back
I want my old house back
The one the crooks took
when life collapsed
Nowhere left to hit the sack
I want my old life back
I want my old life back
Never did anything
just for the crack
Never bothered
with any of that
I want my old life back
Watching silent films
of years gone by
Time resolved
and babies cried
Walking side by side
through hills and brooks
Never gave life
a second look
And now I'm under attack
And now I'm under attack
And now I'm under attack
I want my old life back
The world is back to front
Some with needs
and some with want
Greedy guts ain't
taking up the slack
I want my old life back
I want my old life back
[ Switch clicks ]
[ "Layer Upon Layer" plays ]
-Hurry up,
it's the final call
It's no opportunity at all
Just a functional decree
That will get our life
from A to
Being alone
while not living alone
Living alone
but not being alone
Coping not living
and living to cope
Hoping not living
and living to hope
-All aboard!
All aboard!
If you're not on, we're gone.
All aboard.
-There's a heartbeat
of the mind
It's about friendship
and being kind
As we make our way
through time
These are threads
that hide beneath in
Layer upon layer upon layer
upon layer upon layer
Time dissolves
Layer upon layer upon layer
upon layer upon layer
Time dissolves
Being alone
while not living alone
Living alone
while not being alone
Coping not living
and living to cope
Hoping not living
and living to hope
Layer upon layer upon layer
upon layer upon layer
Time dissolves
Layer upon layer upon layer
upon layer upon layer
Time dissolves my mind
[ Chime sounds ]
-You've been traveling
with City Ferries.
Thank you.
-It's my husband, Joe.
He's missing.
-Missing?
Since when?
-Um, no, I-I don't mean
"missing" missing.
I just mean...
-Where are you?
-Nothing makes sense.
-Okay.
-We're just drifting.
We're unmoored.
-Excuse me.
Are you in trouble, caller?
-Yes, um...
Yeah, and I could really do
with some help here.
-I'm listening.
-Sarah?
-H-Hello?
[ Receiver hangs up ]
-Hey, beautiful,
what are you doing?
-Go to bed, Joe.
-What's wrong?
-Nothing.
Nothing.
I was -- I was just...
-What?
Easy, tiger.
[ Chuckles ]
Hey.
It's late.
-Is it?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
Okay.
[ Refrigerator humming ]
-[ Yawns ]
[ Refrigerator whirs, clicks ]
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
What are you doing?
-Oh, it's late, isn't it?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, we should --
we should probably go to bed.
-Come to bed.
Come to bed!
-[ Sighs ]
[ Water running ]
-Good morning.
-Good morning to you.
-You smell nice.
-It's me.
-Yeah, I know.
I know.
-Shh.
Listen, listen, listen.
Gwen.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Gwen. Please.
Listen.
-What happened?
-It's me.
It's Toni.
I'm your partner
and always have been.
I love you.
-You're different.
You've changed.
-I know.
Please, Gwen, you know me.
Everything you know --
-No!
-Everything you know
has changed.
-What are you doing?
-Time has passed.
I'm still here.
This is our house.
Isn't it?
It's our house.
Go and see.
-The ones the crooks took
when life collapsed
There she is.
-Hey, babe,
do you need me, or...
-Baby, baby, baby, baby.
What do you want?
-Get me my robe, please.
-[ Chuckles ]
-[ Humming ]
-Never bothered
with any of that
-Oh.
-I want my old life back
[ Music distorts ]
...of years gone by
-You're looking very tired.
-That's because I am.
-Hope you're not ill.
-No, it's just, mm, alcohol
poisoning from my work do.
-Why wasn't I invited?
-Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you an archeologist?
-No.
-Could you hold your own
in a conversation
about the Klasies River mouth
in Southern Africa
from thousands of years ago
and what they discovered there?
-No.
-Well, if you can't
make small talk
about the funeral rites of
our predecessors over canaps,
then you're not invited.
Sorry!
-You look very tired.
-You said.
-You feeling okay?
-It's nothing an early night
won't cure.
-What's for lunch?
-Babe, you just had
bacon and eggs,
and you're putting on
a little bit of weight.
-Some with needs
and some with want
-Fatty!
Fatty fatty bum bum!
[ Laughs ]
-I want my old life back
I want my old life back
-You still love music.
-I would hope so.
It's my job.
-I no longer design houses.
-Oh?
-Yes.
It was just easier to stop.
I held on as long as I could
after the accident.
-The accident?
-Yes.
Um, I had a few clients.
But then, um...
Then I stopped.
Careful.
-Okay.
How long have we been
doing this?
-Nearly 15 years.
-Why?
-You're late.
-Who are the kiddy-winks?
-Really?
Community interaction.
Part of our new funding drive.
We need money.
-I need my time.
-Oh, come on!
I promised them
they could meet a genius.
But I guess you'll do.
-Hilarious.
-And annoying.
-Mm-hmm.
-Come on.
Chop, chop, chop, chop.
Have fun!
[ Knock on door ]
-Morning, Moses.
-Morning, Dr. Falmer.
-Morning.
-Morning.
-Hope you have a good one.
-You're gonna help me
herd the ducklings.
Come on.
Put your brain through a
windscreen at 40 miles an hour
or drop it 15 feet down a ladder
and life becomes a lottery.
You may remember things,
or you may not.
That theme tune
from a kid's TV show.
The taste and sensations
of your first kiss.
The insult that your sister
gave you and then forgot
but which has plagued you
some mornings at 2:30 a.m.
and has done
ever since you were 20.
-Oh, she's so young.
-No way.
-It is remarkable what
that kilo-and-a-half blob
at the top of your neck
files away.
-How many grandchildren
are we gonna have?
-Grandchildren?
-Yeah.
-Babe, we haven't even spoken
about children yet.
-Well, simple enough question,
how many grandchildren
are we gonna have?
What, three? A dozen?
A measly one?
-I don't know.
-Tell me.
-Um, I can't answer that!
-Well, try.
-Seven!
Three boys and four girls.
And one of them, unfortunately,
is redheaded,
so we keep them in the basement.
-There's no need
to take the piss.
-[ Chuckles ]
-Hey.
You feeling okay?
-I'm fine!
-I swear I can actually
see you aging.
-Let's go to brunch.
-You're getting old
before your time.
-I'm getting ready.
-You feeling okay?
-Well, let's go
to that trendy caf,
the one with the coffees
and the tattoos, you know?
-What's wrong, tell me.
-Yeah?
-What's wrong?
Are you feeling okay?
-No, I'm fine Joe!
-What's wrong?
-I'm not ill!
I'm just getting older!
Okay?
-You are looking older.
-'Cause I am older!
-How?!
-[ Sighs ]
-Following
a traumatic brain injury,
suddenly, you might not
recognize your own mother
or recall who was in the room
with you two minutes ago.
You might suddenly decide
that the word for "table"
is "antelope."
You might not talk at all.
You might never come 'round
from that coma.
Or you might come 'round
aggressive and abusive,
speaking only in Latin
or humming the theme tune
to that kid's TV show
over and over again.
In some rare cases you may
even have been improved.
-Alright, guys, come on,
straight through.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
-One thing is for sure.
Your old self, the premorbid
self, will have gone,
and the new you
will have come into being.
Same person
but with new frontal lobes
and therefore, potentially, a
brand-new personality to match.
-Um, it's two minutes past,
Doctor.
-Was I good?
-Bit indulgent.
-Welcome to
the Open Field TBI Hospital.
You have met Jenny.
If I don't have the answers
you need, she does.
Any questions?
Excellent!
Bye!
Clinic.
[ Scraping ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
-[ Chuckles ]
Oh, my God.
[ Chuckles ]
-Oi! What you doing?
Who said you could give
my child a doughnut?
-It's fine. I got loads.
It's okay.
-Don't be eating food
from strangers!
-Hey!
-What's wrong with you?
-That was a nice one!
I just --
I'm sorry. I don't mind --
I don't mind sharing.
I'm fine. You can have --
Come take another one, pal.
-No! Don't go around
giving people food!
-Please, please. It's okay.
-Why are you standing there
like that?
Are you on drugs or what?
-It's okay, okay?
Alright, you don't understand.
-He shouldn't be allowed out!
And I understand alright!
Taking the piss,
talking to kids!
-No! No! It's not like that.
He loves kids.
-Oh, I bet he does!
-Oi. You can't do that!
Don't -- Don't do that!
-Oh, no?
-No, that's invasion of privacy.
You have no right!
-I have every right
to protect my child, yeah?
-You can delete that, delete it!
-No, no, no, no, no, no.
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
-I've got both of you now!
-What are you looking at?
-Come on. No, no.
-In fact...
-Wait, so you're filming now,
are you?
-Yeah, I need proof!
-Proof of what?!
We're people!
We're just peop--
-Let go, you bitch!
-Okay, come on. Come on.
Let's move. Let's move.
-Leave her alone, alright?
-You fuck off!
-Witnesses,
look at this crazy woman
attacking me
in front of my child!
-You crazy bitch!
-What gives you
the right to judge?
-Shut up!
-Sarah, come on,
come on, come on.
Sarah.
-Fuck off!
-Hey! Hey. Hey.
Come on.
That was fucking brilliant!
-Babe, you cannot go around
with your grinning
and saying weird jokes
and talking to random people.
Okay, you can't do that.
-Oh, don't smile, don't laugh.
-No, don't do it.
-What, people will think
something's wrong with you.
-Well, there is, okay?
There is something wrong
with you.
You're...disinhibited.
-Good.
Let's go to bed, then.
You got doughnuts.
Nice.
-30 years ago,
90% of all patients
with traumatic brain injury
didn't survive,
and now 90% do.
What with tumors,
road accidents, and strokes,
we are fast approaching
epidemic levels.
Hospitals can't cope.
Our system is overloaded.
And who is left
to deal with that?
Family at home.
You.
-So there's nothing
you can do to help?
-Did I say that?
-Well, the system's overloaded,
epidemic levels,
hospitals can't cope.
-But the brain is adaptable.
-So he'll get better?
-The tumor
that Joe has sustained
means he'll never get better.
-But he'll improve?
-Further use of memory aids
could certainly help facilitate
more independent living, yeah.
-Well, he has to improve.
He's really struggling.
We're strug-- ah...
I'm struggling.
People are cruel.
-You can't see a broken brain.
-[ Sighs ]
-This silent epidemic
isn't going anywhere.
About Joe...
There is something we could try.
-And he'll get better?
-The brain is adaptable.
[ Cello music playing ]
[ Knock on door ]
-[ Sighs ]
[ Thud ]
I'm still here.
[ Knock on door ]
It's me, Toni.
Whatever lesson
I was supposed to learn,
I have it now.
By heart.
[ Line ringing ]
-Dr. Falmer here.
Yes?
How can I help?
-My partner, Gwen Williams...
she had a traumatic brain injury
about 15 years ago
and now lives with --
-Retrograde amnesia?
Yes, Gwen. I remember.
So there's been a change?
-Yes.
Yes, there's...
there's a big change.
It's been so long.
She can't be near me anymore.
I'm -- I'm sorry.
It's just probably a bad day.
-Bring her in, Toni.
-No.
-Bring her in.
A few days' observation
and we'll take it from there.
-Actually, um...
I'm sorry I bothered you.
Uh, I'm okay.
-Around 5:00 p.m.?
Pack a bag
and we'll make up a room.
It's time, Toni.
[ Zipper closes ]
-Sit down?
Hello.
-Hi.
-We have a 5:00
appointment for Gwen.
-5:00?
[ Dispenser whirs ]
Well, I can't see anything here.
-How're you doing?
-Um...
Um, well, I don't know.
We do have an appointment.
-You don't, because there's
nothing written down.
-Can you check again?
-I've just checked
and there's nothing here, so...
-Look, we do have
an appointment.
It's just not bloody
written down!
-[ Chuckles ] Well, I can't
bloody help you, then, can I?
-Excuse me?
Look, I didn't choose
to come here.
We were told to come in!
-Well, you don't have
an appointment!
-We do!
-It's okay!
Jenny, it's okay.
Hi, Toni.
-Hello.
-Please, take a seat.
Gwen.
Would you like to come with me?
-Yeah.
-I'll take this.
-It's been a while.
-Yeah.
-You can help yourself
to a magazine.
-There was a car accident,
and you sustained
a very severe head injury.
-So how long was I out?
-Out?
-In the coma.
How long was I in the coma for?
-It wasn't a coma.
-Asleep, then.
How long have I been asleep?
-This, um...
This may be difficult
for you to understand,
but you've been conscious
all the time.
-I don't think I can do this.
-You can.
You always do.
-Yeah, just give me a minute.
[ Sighs ]
My mother?
-I'm sorry.
-Was it a long time ago?
-Four years.
-Four years?
Did I go to the funeral?
-You were too upset.
-I don't remember anything!
Was it a good turnout?
-Yeah.
The, um, hall was full.
-[ Chuckles ]
Oh, she would have loved that!
She loved people around her.
[ Laughs ]
-Every morning, she has to
go through a version of this.
And it's my job
to calm her and...
and explain.
I could go.
It's harder since her mum died.
-Of course.
-She doesn't trust me.
Is she getting worse?
Or am I weaker?
-Go home.
Things will look better
in the morning.
-[ Scoffs ]
Don't you have something
stronger for the pain
than bloody clichs?
-I think it's time to leave.
-You didn't see me.
I wasn't even here.
-Hi, Joe.
Good morning, love.
I hope you slept well.
This is gonna seem
pretty strange,
but it's something new
that we agreed to try,
because your doctor said that
with repetition
some of what I say may register.
So, listen up,
you hairy-assed clown.
Listen, okay?
Seriously, this is
very, very important.
Um, I never know
how to tell you this,
and it never gets any easier,
even though
I've done it many, many times,
not that you'd remember.
You're ill, Joe.
Um, your brain was injured.
That's why you're at home
and not at work.
Um, you've -- you've got
a form of amnesia
from when you were
ill two years ago.
Look, I know
this might come as a shock.
You're probably like, "What?"
Um, but just --
just try to listen.
I'm gonna explain everything,
okay?
So just try to listen
and try to understand.
Okay, I got you, babe.
Ready?
Uh...
It all comes down to
the almond and the seahorse.
The amygdala
and the hippocampus --
they are components
of the brain's memory circuitry
necessary for the laying down
of new traces,
um, for the making
of new memories.
They're called the almond
and the seahorse because,
uh, they're shaped like that,
I guess.
Um...
You've been rewired.
Okay, imagine the colored wires
in a phone line,
and these wires are the axons
that run from the outer layer
of the brain
to the cortex beneath,
linking both layers
and making possible
the connections
between the brain
and the world,
the brain and the body,
the brain and the self.
With brain injury, the
internal wires are separated.
-She's lost the fucking plot.
-Then if they reconnect,
it can be in haphazard
or, like, unusual ways.
Red may find green.
The blue wire
may find the yellow one.
It may never reconnect at all.
[ Button clicks ]
Basically, you've been rewired
but in a new, illogical way.
[ Button clicks ]
-Fuck.
[ Beeping ]
"Take your medicine.
Box in your top left pocket.
Tuesday compartment."
[ Water running, shuts off ]
[ Slurping ]
[ Beeping ]
"Take your medicine.
Box in your top left pocket.
Tuesday compartment."
Sarah?
Sarah, are you home?
[ Match strikes ]
"Checklist."
"Take pill.
Check medicine box,
square, yellow."
Square yellow.
Square yellow.
Check!
"Tuesday compartment.
If pill is there, then take it."
Huh?
"If empty, you've taken it.
Cross this out
and go to point two."
[ Telephone ringing ]
Ha!
Hello?
-Hello. My name's Rina.
-Rita!
-Actually, it's Rina, sir,
from North West Power.
I'd like to save you money
on your electricity.
-Oh, that's good.
No, not many people
call me up to say
they've got cheaper electricity
for sale.
-Wonderful!
Do you have a pen and paper?
-Pen? Yeah, yeah, I have.
I'll get a pen.
-I appreciate your time.
-Yeah.
-Thank you.
-Yeah, sure.
-Okay.
-Yeah.
I'll, uh...
Sarah?
-Hello, sir?
Hello?
Are you there?
Hello? Hello?
-Hello?
-Hi, sir.
It's Rina
from North West Power.
We spoke?
-No, I don't know a Rita.
-I said it's Rina.
-No.
Who's this?
-Did you get your pen?
-Why do I need a pen?
Why you ask me
if I've got a pen?
I haven't got a fucking pen,
alright?
-I don't have to
listen to this.
[ Dial tone ]
-Charming!
[ Beeping ]
[ Alarms beeping, ringing ]
Buzz buzz.
[ Grunts ]
What the fuck?
[ Beeping, ringing continue ]
[ Alarm ringing ]
[ Whimpers ]
[ Glass shatters ]
[ Screams ]
[ Sniffles, sobbing ]
[ Telephone ringing ]
Hello?
-Hi.
-Sarah!
-Hey, babe!
-I love you!
-I love you, too!
Have you taken your meds, Joe?
Have you taken the pill?
-Wait, see. What pill?
-The pill.
The -- Uh, it's the yellow one,
the yellow pill.
-I haven't taken a pill.
What are you on about?
-In the little box?
-Well, I haven't seen it.
-Yellow pill in your box.
-Oh, I see.
-Yep.
-Yellow one?
-Yeah, you got it?
-Yeah, I got it.
-Okay, good.
Take it please. It's important.
-Alright!
Okay, look, you can listen
to me taking it.
-Yep. Right now?
-This is me, swallowing drugs.
-Okay, good.
-Mnh.
All gone!
Happy now?
-Hello?
Joe?
-Was I good?
-Yeah, I just really need you
to follow the lists
when I'm not there.
Do you understand?
-Oh, for Christ's sake, Sarah,
it's hardly
fucking rocket science!
-Gwen!
-Gwen! Wait!
Oh, I c-- I can see her.
-Gwen!
-Gwen, we can see you running!
-Gwen, wait!
-Come! [ Groans ]
Stay with her, Moses.
-I've got her.
-No, you haven't.
-Wait, Gwen!
Oh, bloody hell, wait!
-You'll never catch me!
Ever! Ever!
-Wait, Gwen!
Bloody hell, wait!
-Ever!
-Lisa Good.
You ready?
-Yeah.
-Toni!
I thought I told you to go
and get some rest.
-I rested.
-Respite is for both of you.
-Yep!
-You know, I really think we
need to respect people's wants.
-I'm not sure
what you're saying.
-If someone doesn't want
our presence, then we should...
-You don't want me to see her?
-I didn't say that.
-My life is in that room.
-No, it's not!
With respect, it's not.
Your life is where you are.
-Do I cause her distress?
-I didn't say that.
-I-I cause her distress?
-Go home, Toni.
-What do you do
when you've been obliterated?
-Is, um...
Is this for Gwen?
-Yeah, it gives her comfort.
-Does she still play?
-No, not for years.
-Shame.
Music can sometimes
help the brain reanimate.
-Yeah.
You're welcome!
-[ Squealing ]
Uncle Joe!
-[ Laughs ]
[ Shouting, laughter ]
No! You have to get him!
Get him!
-[ Shouts ]
[ Children scream ]
-I'll go and get the cake,
alright?
-I don't know what all
the bloody fuss is about.
-Your mum's a fucker, Cath!
-I know.
-Fuck, she's a fucker!
-I know!
-Fucking fucker!
-Definitely a fucker.
-Fucker!
Okay.
-Breathe.
And put those in a bowl, please.
-[ Grunts ]
-Hello.
-Hello.
-What brings you here?
-It's my birthday.
-Well, happy birthday!
And what do they call you?
-Bethan the birthday girl!
-Well, hello, birthday girl.
I'm Joe.
-Uncle Joe.
-Whoo! Waaah!
-Alright, let's...
Let's come back in, fairies!
-Yah!
-[ Laughs ]
-Joe!
-Aah!
-I just never know
what Joe I'm gonna get.
The Dalai Lama or a 5-year-old.
-Honestly.
-It doesn't bother you
that he doesn't remember her?
-Oh, he remembers her.
Just the wrong age.
Keeps asking me,
"Where's the baby?
Is she lying down?"
I'm like, I don't have
the heart to say,
"She's there in front of you."
Have you thought
any more about --
-No.
-You know,
what you're going through
is a kind of bereavement.
-Only I still have the body
walking and talking
and rolling around
on top of me.
-Aah!
Too much information!
-Sorry, Cath.
Not that he remembers.
-Well, that's a family trait.
I can't remember
my last shag, either.
[ Laughs ]
It's true.
You do need to talk
to someone, though.
-Yeah, well, I have you.
-We're not doing friends
anymore.
-I really can't stomach
the little smiles
and the pitying eyes.
-Isn't there a group
you could join or something?
-I'm not a joiner.
-Oh, no.
Sorry, forgot.
Yep, "I'm not a joiner."
So I guess that leaves me, then.
-Poor Cath!
I still love him, you know.
[ Up-tempo music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Excuse me.
-Why, what you done, Nana?
[ Laughter ]
-What?
-You heard.
-Hey, fuck you!
-Oh, hey.
-Whatever!
[ Indistinct talking ]
-Waiting for my time,
hiding in the shadows
Waiting for my time,
hiding in the shadows
By chance you came along
Delivered me from misery
We could catch a ride
to any new reality
Dance all your shadows
to death
Dizzy them, dazzle them
Vanish them with light
Dance all your shadows
to death
Dissonant futures
Osmosis and desire
[ Crowd cheering ]
-[ Sobs ]
You changed!
Not me.
I'm still here.
[ Sobbing ]
-I can buy a brontosaurus
for 3 million.
Or a triceratops
for two and a half.
-I'm not a paleontologist.
Plus we would have
nowhere to put it.
You already got me that bike.
Actually...
Where did you put your schedule?
-Do you think I'm stupid?
-No.
-Then why do you keep talking
to me in that voice?
-What? Sorry?
-I hate it when you speak to me
in that voice.
Yeah, that patronizing,
schoolteacher voice.
-Yeah, well,
it wasn't intentional.
I'm sorry.
[ Sighs ]
It's just
where is the schedule?
'Cause you're supposed to have
it with you at all times.
-There is that voice!
-I'm doing the best
that I can here!
-I hate that voice.
I hate it!
-Tough, it's the only voice
that I have!
Ah! And here!
Your schedule!
Which you should have with you
at all times!
-For fuck's sake.
Christ!
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Joe, it's just you
have to have it with you!
Okay?
It allows you to have
some kind of life.
I don't want you having
the panic attacks.
-Do you think we can dream
our children
before they're conceived?
-What?
-I mean...
do they exist out there
in the mass of energy
and molecular particles
that is the universe,
and the dark that isn't
really dark, just...
...just waiting.
Choose their parents,
choose their families,
their soul families, their...
[ Laughs ]
Soul family!
[ Laughs ]
-Joe, I really wanna have a baby
with you, Joe.
I really wanna have our baby.
And if you're in there,
I just...
I'd love you to know that.
-What?
-I miss your old eyes,
the eyes that were attached
to that original brain.
-Have you been drinking?
-I just miss you.
-I'm here!
-You're not.
You're not the same.
-I am!
-No, you're not.
-I am here!
-No, you're not, Joe.
You're not here, because...
-Oh, for --
And to think!
I am here.
I am fucking here!
-Okay, you're not
the same person.
You're not bitter and dark
and twisted,
like how you used to be.
-Are you having some kind
of nervous breakdown?
-Probably. Yeah.
-Well, that comes from digging
around all those corpses.
My mother said it was morbid
and always has been.
-Well...
you can tell her I'm basically
an archivist now.
And you haven't worked
in two years, so...
-Ah, for fuck's sake!
[ Chuckles ]
Something's happened!
-Yeah!
You're right, Joe.
Something has happened,
and you wrote it in your book.
So just read your list.
-What happened?
-It's in the book!
-"Important information
about your broken brain.
For Joe, by Joe.
One -- I am you,
and we have been ill.
Two -- we grew a tumor
the size of an orange
inside our skull,
but it's okay.
It was benign.
Three -- they removed the tumor
and, with it, large sections
of our memory" --
-Do you recognize
the handwriting?
-Yeah.
-Whose it it?
-Well, um...
...looks like mine.
I, um...
I can't...
I can't do this, okay?
-You can.
-I can't, because it's, um...
I can't do this,
'cause it's, um...
I'm -- I'm really --
I'm really sorry. Um...
-No, it's okay.
Sorry, no, it's alright, Joe.
-No, it's not. It's my fault.
-It's alright.
-I did something wrong.
And I'm really sorry.
-I'm here.
-I wanna to speak to Sarah.
No, no, I-I-I want, um --
I want the other Sarah, okay,
yeah?
I want the real Sarah.
-I'm here.
-I want the real Sarah.
[ Note plays ]
-You have to find your zero.
-Sorry?
-It's alright.
-Oh.
-You have to show it who's boss.
-Have you played long?
-You tell me.
-Sorry, I didn't --
I should go.
-No.
Stay.
You first have to find
your zero.
It's the moment after
you've lifted the bow
and just right before
it falls back to earth.
A breath, a pause,
before you start to play.
Take my hand.
-My zero?
-Yeah.
[ Cello playing ]
There was once a woman
walking along a shore.
It was twilight, and she could
see another figure
walking towards her.
A young woman.
And, as they grew closer,
she could see how she walked,
and it was familiar.
A way of moving so reminiscent
of someone she knew.
Her younger self.
"Go back!" she cried.
"Go back!"
-Gwen.
-Yes, Toni?
-No, don't -- don't turn around.
Just, um, listen.
[ Sniffles ]
-Why?
-I don't think we should
do this anymore.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I changed.
I'm sorry
you don't know me anymore.
-Yes.
-This is just a memory
speaking to another memory.
-A goodbye.
-[ Sniffles ]
-I'm sorry, Toni.
-No, don't be.
-Oh. Excuse me!
-[ Laughs ]
Here he is!
My guy!
Mr. Trouble is here!
-Okay, see you later!
-Bye, babe!
-Sarah?
-Yes.
-Dr. Falmer
would appreciate a word.
-Next week, then.
Okay. Thanks.
-I can come back later.
-Let me call you back.
Sarah?
Sarah, please do...come in.
Have a seat.
Um, I would like to keep Joe
in the residential wing
for a while.
-But he always comes home
with me.
-Oh, it's not for very long.
I just want to run
a few more tests
and keep him under observation.
-Is there a problem?
-Please, sit.
-Is there a problem?
-According to Joe's
medical notes,
he has no memory
or recollection of anything
over the past two years?
-Yeah, that's right, yeah.
-So I am concerned about
a possible erosion
of his existing memories
going back to before the tumor.
-Meaning?
-Joe's autobiographical memory
appears to be deteriorating.
-His memory is deteriorating.
-It seems so.
-So he's slipping further back?
-Well, I can't say for sure --
-Just deleting his memories.
Well, when will it stop?
-Impossible to say.
-So what, he just carries on
rewinding, erasing our lives?
-I really can't say
at the moment.
-What happens if he rewinds
to before we ever met?
What happens then?
What happens then?
He -- He forgets who I am?
He doesn't recognize me?
-I am sorry.
-No!
-I am...
-No.
-I'm sorry, Sarah.
[ Door closes ]
[ Door opens ]
You know, I thought
there was still hope.
You told me
that there was still hope.
-I didn't, actually.
-What about all those
memory exercises
and the recordings
and Joe's schedule?
-Th-They're all designed
to support
and facilitate
independent living.
-"The brain is adaptable,"
you said.
-No brain is the same, Sarah.
-You gave me hope,
and you shouldn't have.
You shouldn't have given me
any hope!
Do you have no idea
what it's like to try to hang on
and survive like this?
-I do.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
-[ Sobbing ]
-Time passes so quickly.
-Excuse me?
-We shouldn't waste it crying.
Seize life.
Grasp it.
Don't waste it.
-It'll kill you, you know.
-Which is why I like to smoke
alone and in silence.
You know, some things require
full awareness
and concentration.
It's a talent, and some
might say it's a discipline.
Total commitment to the slow
process of self-annihilation.
-I've never been one
for small talk, either.
It changes you.
-Do not be nice to me.
-I wouldn't dream of it.
-What is the point
of having a phone
if it's always off
the bloody hook?
-Those are the brains
I can't mend.
-You know you can't smoke
anymore in here, right?
[ Chuckles ]
[ Crowd cheering ]
-Good morning.
-Hi, okay.
Uh...
Okay, can you get me a towel?
-What?
-An oblong piece of absorbent
material used to block water
from my naked skin,
following ablutions?
-[ Chuckles ]
Don't you need to pause and
inhale, like us lesser mortals?
-Ah, no.
Scary, isn't it?
I have excellent breath control.
I can actually go on
for hours if I need to.
I can just pump out words
[Imitates gunfire]
like, um, a Tommy Gun.
-A Tommy Gun.
-Mm.
It's like an automatic weapon.
I just spray words into the air,
like bullets, just...
Uh, look, okay, I'm clearly
not used to doing this, um,
so I'm just gonna have a shower
and I will be out of your life.
-So I guess giving comfort
is a crime.
-Oh, I've never heard it
called that before.
-But that's what we did.
We comforted each other.
-Uh...
Yeah, uh, okay, yep,
that's what I was, comfort.
-No, you were much,
much more than that.
-I don't want this.
-Why are you being like that?
-Because last night
I was just trying to get away.
It was just --
Last night was just about me
because I'm sleeping
with strangers,
and I include my husband,
Joe, in that list,
and you have no idea.
-You fucking try me!
-Okay.
Sometimes, when he looks at me,
what makes him "him" is --
-Missing?
-Yes.
-The last time I saw Gwen
was 15 years ago, in our car.
She was pregnant.
The IVF had finally worked.
And, um, she was trying
to buckle her seat belt
over her bump,
and that's the second
before a car cannoned into us,
sending her through
the windscreen.
What happens when there are no
babies to tell the stories to?
-Toni!
Toni!
[ Door opens ]
Where's Toni?
-Please.
Allow us to explain, just...
-I don't know you.
-My name is Alex Moses.
I'm a nurse.
-Where am I?
-Gwen, allow me to explain.
-No, I need to speak to Toni.
-I'll tell you where you are.
-I cannot --
What happened?
-It's okay.
-Oh, my God.
No.
-Gwen.
-[ Sobbing ] Where --
No.
Where is my baby?!
-It's okay.
-What did you do to me?
Where is my baby?!
-Gwen, hello.
I'm Dr. Falmer,
and I'm here to help.
-Where is Toni?
I need to speak to --
-It's alright.
-Oh, please!
-It's okay, Gwen.
-It's not okay!
I can't speak!
I need to speak to Toni!
-Okay.
Is that clear, Gwen?
-Yeah.
I know something now which I...
which I won't at other times.
I know I'm older
than I thought I was.
Time's passing.
Life's moving on.
But tomorrow morning,
I'll be a young girl.
-And you'll have to go
through this all over again?
-Yes, I will.
Yes, we will.
-Thank you.
Well, you take your time,
and I'll get Moses
to see you to your room.
[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]
[ Ringing stops ]
[ Cellphone ringing, buzzing ]
[ Ringing stops ]
-A whole skeleton?
Wow!
How long did it take you
to complete?
-Mm, weeks, maybe months.
I just got lost in their story,
reuniting the bones.
-Connecting the dots?
Seems like you needed it.
-Yeah, like...
[ Laughs ]
-Gwen and I loved coming here.
-What?
-Too soon?
-Oh, you fucker!
Oh, you had me there!
You!
-I'll drink to that!
[ Glasses clink ]
-[ Laughing ]
What do you do
when you're grieving
and no one's actually died?
-It's not even 6:30, Sarah.
-You're not him.
-I do know that.
-You're not him.
-I know.
-It's just, we're not very good
at this, are we?
Well, I've tried.
-What do we have to do
to make it work?
-Forget.
-I want a future.
-Can you just be content
with the present?
-But we're not present!
We're not even here, Sarah!
I've missed so much!
So much time! God!
-Toni!
-Taken away from me!
[ Doorknob rattles ]
-Toni, I'm sorry.
Toni?
But what happened to the woman
who comforted me,
who understood?
-She grew old and disappeared.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
-I'll just let her know
you're here.
[ Knock on door ]
Hi, Gwen.
Toni's here to see you, okay?
Go through.
[ Birds squawking ]
-Taste better
when you hold them.
-Less fattening, too.
They arrived a few years ago.
-An invasion.
Do we like them?
They're perfect.
-There are times
when we are taken
There are times
the pieces break
You can glue them
back together
But you'll feel
a little ache
So liberate me
from the love song
Liberate me
from the love song
Liberate me
from the love song
To survive another day
-"'I am a dinosaur,' said Bunny,
stamping down a paw.
'You should see
my mighty shadow.
You should hear
my mighty roar.'"
-"Tiger raised an eyebrow
and scratched his spiny..."
-They'll be there for hours.
-"'Hello, Bunny,' said Tiger.
'I really have to say,
what do you think you're doing,
standing in my way?'"
-"Said Bunny to tiger...
-Cath?
-Sarah.
-I've -- I've done something.
-Hey.
-Uh, I really messed up.
-So?
-There was this woman.
-Woman?
-Yeah.
-That's one ticked off
the bucket list.
Didn't see that one coming.
-Look, Cath.
I didn't mean to --
-Do I looks like a priest?
-Sorry?
-Does this look like
a confessional box?
-I'm tell-- I'm telling you
I've done something!
-Well, you're not made of wood.
I don't need to know.
It's none of my business.
-I want Joe back.
-Oh, we all want Joe back.
-I want Joe!
-You've got Joe!
[ Door opens ]
-[ Sighs ]
[ Door opens ]
-Hi.
-Hello.
-I'm outside.
Outside in the garden.
Yes, familiar, familiar,
this is.
Familiar.
I'm outside, in a garden,
by a tree.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay, I'm in a --
in a garden.
Familiar, by...
big fucking tree.
And hands are empty.
Ohh.
[ Laughs ]
In a garden,
by a big fucking tree.
Hands cold.
Big fucking tree!
[ Laughs ]
-Are you alright?
-Hello.
-Hello.
-I'm Joe.
-I'm Gwen.
-Hi, Gwen.
-Hi.
-I love your garden.
-It's not mine.
-No?
-Mnh.
-Do you know whose it is?
-Not really, no.
-Then we are in the same boat.
[ Laughs ]
Yeah, I hate it when
you go to these parties
and no one knows
who the host is and...
-Hm.
Maybe you're lost.
We are in the grounds
of a health center.
-Was I in an accident?
-You look fine to me.
-Why am I here?
-Visiting someone.
-Ha!
That's it!
That is it!
Yeah!
Let's see.
Very good.
-Should I know you?
-Probably.
You never can tell, can you?
-No.
How long have you had your book?
-Oh. Uh...
Um...
Years.
Years and years.
[ Chuckles ]
I like the garden.
-Yeah.
-Hello.
-You're very familiar.
-S-Sometimes,
I'm a little too familiar.
[ Chuckles ]
And if that's the case, just...
-You remind me of someone.
-I'm Joe.
-I know.
-Hello.
-Hello, Joe.
I'm Gwen.
-Hi.
-[ Chuckles ]
-So what do I do now?
-We could go have a cup of tea.
-I'd like that.
-Yes.
Come.
-[ Laughs ]
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Chuckles ]
-Um, my friend and I
would like some tea, please.
-Of course.
Take a seat.
I'll bring it over.
-Thank you.
-Hi, Joe.
-Hi.
-I believe you're going to
play the cello for us later.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
-Well, I'm looking forward
to that.
-Good.
[ Cello playing ]
[ Clapping ]
-Bravo!
[ Cheers and applause ]
-Yes! Cello lady!
[ Laughs ]
[ Cheering ]
[ Laughs ]
Hey!
Hey, you're a real buster.
Who are you?
-Joey.
-No, that's my name.
My name's Joe.
-No, that's my name.
-No, I'm Joe.
What's your name?
-A couple of regular Joes!
-Hi.
What's your name?
-I'm Sarah.
-Hi, Sarah.
I'm Joe.
I've heard there's cake
'round here.
Did you know that?
-Yes.
-Oh, you've heard.
-Yes.
-Is it good cake?
-They have chocolate and jam
and sprinkles and everything!
-Everything?
Do they have icing?
-They have icing.
-[ Laughs ]
Wanna get some cake?
Oh.
Do you mind?
-Why not?
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
-I'll be back.
Go on.
Oh. Hey, hey.
Huh.
-This one.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-We got here.
-We did.
To being present.
-To now.
I wanted to say...
-Thank you, too, Toni.
Seriously.
-Don't be nice to me.
-I wouldn't dream of it.
[ Chuckles ]
-Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy.
-Yeah? Oh! Is that for me?
-Yes!
-He's -- He's really fast.
-Did you choose this one
especially for me?
-Yes.
-Yeah?
Oh, thanks!
Good choice, 'cause
I was so hungry for this.
[ Applause ]
[ Cello playing ]
-Sometimes, often
Never, always
In your hallways
I can give you
More or less or
Something different
Keep me posted
I can give you
More
I can give you more
I can give you
Pressures in the deep
Loving in the sunlight
Crystals on your tongue
Sacramental sunset
Raindrops in the spring
Flowers in the shadow
Grasses in the fields
Shooting stars and rainbows,
amen
[ "I Want My Old Life Back"
plays ]
I want my old life back
Summer days lying on my back
Thinking of all the things
I'd run with back
I want my old life back
I want my old house back
The one the crooks took
when life collapsed
Nowhere left to hit the sack
I want my old life back
I want my old life back
Never did anything
just for the crack
Never bothered
with any of that
I want my old life back
Watching silent films
of years gone by
Time resolved
and babies cried
Walking side by side
through hills and brooks
Never gave life
a second look
And now I'm under attack
And now I'm under attack
And now I'm under attack
I want my old life back
The world is back to front
Some with needs
and some with want
Greedy guts ain't
taking up the slack
I want my old life back
I want my old life back