Maybe you should come with me.
He's turning. I've seen it before.
With his wife?
I saw the body.
Please don't stay here.
I thought you'd been caught.
- Is that what you want? - No, of course not.
- Are you missing your comforts? - No.
You were going to Nick.
Are you going to start hitting me now?
I love you.
He needs help. Can you find a doctor?
I'll see what I can do.
- I saw you together. You're fucking him. - No.
Eat.
When my wife took her lovers, she tried to poison me.
Eat.
You've checked those clothes?
Mrs. Raphael.
Let's go.
You'll be released in the morning.
Could I see Charlie?
You're aware I could prevent you from having any further contact with him.
But he needs you.
You'll see him tomorrow.
Thank you.
Mr. Raphael, this way please, sir.
Mr. Raphael, do you have any comments?
There's a blanket in the back if you want to sleep. It's a long journey.
- Where are we going? - Wales.
- What? - Wales.
North Wales.
Sheep, tractors, and a genetic hatred of the English.
Once it got in the papers, I was dismissed.
I managed to get a position at a local hospital.
- Jack fired you? - No.
His successor.
You asleep?
Are you better now?
I'll never go away again. I promise.
I'm very, very sorry.
Thank you for letting me see him.
A stronger man would have let you rot.
- You're strong. - Don't be trite.
I wasn't strong enough to keep you.
- Good night. - Good night.
A little word of advice.
Don't let your shame degenerate into self-pity.
It seldom helps.
Settled in all right?
Walking, are you?
Charlie.
Mom!
Good morning, sir.
Come on. Good morning, Charlie. You all right?
We can't live like this.
Please come back to us.
Please.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Speak up, will you? This line's atrocious.
Yes.
- Could you tell me where? - Yes, Wales.
Do you have an address?
Well, I don't have an address. Only the hospital. Cledwyn General.
- Could you repeat that, please? - Cledwyn.
Well, I have no idea. Ask a policeman.
Claudia, who is it?
An old colleague of Dr. Raphael's. He's a mumbler.
- May I? - Please.
Who is this?
Hello?
Edgar?
- Are you expecting the police? - Yes, they're here already.
- If he comes for her? - I wouldn't like to say what he'd do.
You put her on medication, I assume?
She doesn't need it.
She's fine.
- Goodbye, Mr. Griffin. See you. - Goodbye.
- Bye. - Bye, darling. Goodbye.
Bye, Elaine.
- Bye, Charlie. - Bye, Mr. Griffin.
See you tomorrow.
There's a school field trip next week.
Are parents allowed to come?
If you need me, I'll be upstairs.
I've just got to finish something.
Here.
Parents are allowed on the field trip.
I told a lie.
Well, everyone lies occasionally.
Good for telling me.
Would you like some company?
Well, I don't think I'm busy next week.
I know you long for him.
But you won't see him again. You know that, don't you?
Yes.
We'll be a family again, like before.
In time, this will be what you want.
Hurry, darling, we mustn't keep Daddy waiting.
Hello?
- Where's Mommy? - Phone rang.
Sorry.
- Who was it? - Mr. Griffin.
Instructions for our field trip.
- Inspector. - Good morning, Dr. Raphael.
It's good of you to help out.
You came.
Let's go.
I can't leave Charlie again.
I promised him.
I'll never stop loving you.
- Where is he? - At school.
We'll go and get him. Take him with us.
No!
He's gone.
Now let him go!
Six green bottles hanging on the wall
And if one green bottle should accidentally fall
There'll be five green bottles hanging on the wall
Five green bottles hanging on the wall
Five green
If I can have your attention, please.
Children, don't forget to collect items of interest in your jam jars.
Now, if you could form yourselves into groups.
Please, at least one adult in each.
Here we go.
Okay, one, two, there we go. Thanks, Mrs. Jones.
There we are.
There we are, Mrs. Raphael. Well done, Charlie.
I'm going to catch a fish.
Won't you need a rod?
I'm hoping a small one will swim into my jar.
Do you know fish can only remember things for eight seconds?
Mrs. Raphael!
Mrs. Raphael, do something!
Do something!
Thank you so much.
Such difficult circumstances.
Excuse me.
Jack.
Jack...
you must come and visit me soon.
Maybe next summer.
It's so kind of you to deal with all this. Poor Max.
The least I could do.
Max is in complete agreement.
Of course, I had to arrange things with the Home Office.
It was a little bit sticky, but we got there.
Well, arranging things is your forte, isn't it, Peter?
Goodbye, my dear.
Well, shall I keep you informed?
I don't want to know.
Oh, my dear.
Peter, I just wanted to thank you for so many things.
So sorry, dear Max.
I want you to understand what's going to happen next.
The shock will wear off...
and it will be replaced by a devastating grief.
In time, you'll come to terms with what you've done...
and you'll just be very, very sad.
And that sadness will stay with you...
for the rest of your life.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Come now.
Good girl.
Where's Charlie?
- Where's my picture of Charlie? - With your belongings.
- You mean, I can't see him? - Not yet.
Because I killed him, didn't I?
Come here.
Is Edgar here?
Of course not.
Where is he?
The past, Stella.
He's in the past.
Good afternoon.
If you won't speak, I can't treat you.
Do you want to stay in solitary forever?
Talk. Say something!
Express your contempt.
She's here.
She's been here six weeks.
She's my patient.
Why?
Something terrible.
The boy drowned.
Yes, you were fond of him.
Would you like to see her?
Speak.
Thank you.
Did you do as I asked?
To think rigorously about what it means to love?
I'm beginning to understand that it was never real.
That it was all an obsession.
Can you define your feelings for him?
I have none.
It's over. It ended when Charlie died.
If I told you he was here, in the hospital?
Well, I suppose it would be logical if he were.
The question was hypothetical.
You've been very brave these past weeks.
Thank you, Peter.
I see you've got a flat tire.
I don't need a car.
- Not for work? - I've resigned.
I think I might go into teaching. I'm...
- I might be quite good with children. - Yes.
Good idea.
What do you want from me?
Come.
Welcome. Thank you, nurse.
Would you like a drink? I usually have one about now.
- I'd love one. - Yes.
The usual?
Your old usual, should I say?
Your health.
Yesterday, I went to see Max.
I made a suggestion with which he concurred.
My contacts at the Home Office might well release you from here...
were I to guarantee your continued treatment and safety.
What I mean to say is that...
were you to live with me, in my house...
these conditions would most likely be satisfied.
I can offer you a fine home and a decent life...
traveling, art, gardening, and so on.
But I'm still married to Max.
He wants to divorce you.
You're a very dark horse.
Well, I assure you this is not my usual procedure with patients.
It's something that rather crept up on me.
It would be arrogant to suggest that you might love me.
But I believe you need me at present...
and perhaps, in time, this need might grow into love of some variety.
Are you a passionate man, Peter?
I think that's something we'd have to discover.
What would she want with an old queen like you?
We have dialogue.
I'm disappointed. I thought you wanted me.
You resent it, don't you?
That she might find happiness with someone else?
I wondered if you might like this.
Oh, Peter.
Thank you. It's beautiful.
It was my mother's.
Shall we?
Here.
The ladies were discussing the hospital ball.
Would you like to attend?
I'm not sure.
Well, it might be difficult for you. Memories and so on.
- You'll be there? - Well, of course. Yes, that's true.
Will Edgar be there?
If we're to be married, Peter, let's not have lies.
You knew he was here?
I heard talk, and I know you.
You wouldn't give up on a patient.
I thought it might be traumatic for you. I would have told you in time.
- Forgive me. - Of course.
And to answer your question...
he'll be at the dance.
Unless you wish otherwise.
Whatever you think is best.
It might be useful for his recovery to see you've moved on, as it were.
You'll fail her.
He did.
I did.
So will you.
Perspective. We can work with that.
Cleave...
will you let me see her?
Please.
The hospital ball might be an opportunity.
Cooperate in your treatment...
and we'll see.
You look magnificent.
You look very dashing yourself.
I remember that dress.
I'm amazed it still fits.
- Will you dance with me later? - That would be lovely.
Stella, shall we?
By the way, I went to fetch Edgar, and he was asleep.
I woke him and he said that he'd changed his mind...
and didn't want to come.
Leave me alone.
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