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♪ Now, when I was a little boy ♪
♪ At the age of five ♪
I had something in my pocket ♪
♪ Keep a lot of folks alive ♪
♪ Now I'm a man ♪
♪ I made 21 ♪
♪ You know, baby ♪
♪ We can have a lot of fun ♪
♪ I'm a man ♪
♪ I spell M ♪
♪ A ♪
♪ N ♪
Hello?
We did it!
Well, it was a sort of surprise.
Uhh. I know. I hope I can live up to it.
Yeah, such a responsibility.
- Huge, actually. - Huge.
♪ Spell M ♪
♪ A ♪
♪ N ♪
♪ Man ♪
Hello?
Well, thank you. Thank you for calling.
No, not at all. It's fine.
You're top of my list. You're marvelous!
Marvelous.
♪ Oh ♪
But don't worry. I won't forget you.
Bill. Bill!
♪ Man ♪
April!
Janet!
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
You did it!
My condolences, Janet.
Because once you've reached the top of the mountain...
Oh, shut up, Gottfried. Spare us the aphorisms.
You're a star, Janet,
I'm proud of you... even though I think democracy is finished.
Oh, thank you, April. At least you're consistent.
Actually, I'm not drinking alcohol at the moment.
Do you feel different yet?
Not really.
You do look slightly ministerial in that pinny,
in a 21st-century, postmodern,
post post-feminist sort of way.
It hasn't really sunk in yet, I've been so busy.
Oh.
Hi, Mum.
You did. Yes, you always did.
Yes, he's very proud.
He has. He's... He's been really supportive.
Mm, I am lucky.
Listen, Mum, um, I've got guests over.
Can I call you a bit later?
Are you sure you don't want a...?
You are, um...
Gottfried.
Yes. Yeah.
Yes. Yes, I'm Bill.
I think.
Or I used to be.
That's... very funny.
It wasn't a joke.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
I hear you.
Please tell me you're not meditating, Gottfried.
Pull yourself together.
April, can you?
She's so beautiful.
- Who? - April.
- Martha. - Oh.
I'm a very lucky man.
- Where's Janet? - Doing a Thatcher.
Proving she can still rustle up a canape
in the kitchen when necessary, despite her political prowess.
Oh, Janet,
it is wonderful and marvelous.
And it's a triumph for womankind.
Well, for any kind, for that matter.
At last your ailing party has a person at the helm of Health
with principles as well as ambition.
Well, thank you, Martha. You look as if you really mean that.
Well, of course I do, ya fool.
I am very proud of you.
As I know Bill is.
Letting Janet do the catering, are you? That's good of you.
I suppose you're exhausted from all these years of being so perfect.
- Arguable. - Well, it was worth it, you brilliant bastard.
She's made it to the top.
Congratulations, you old failure, you.
Behind every successful woman, there is...
Shut up, Gottfried. Your clichés are unbearable.
Just a few close friends, which you are, absolutely, too.
- How about tomorrow? - Everyone's gonna want a piece of Jan now.
They're gonna eat her alive.
Oh, don't worry about her.
Looks like a girl. Thinks like a man.
Androgynous soul. Always had true grit.
Sounds like me, actually.
But the difference is, Janet actually believes
change is achievable through parliamentary politics.
You're rather quiet this evening, Bill.
Will you please stop calling?
Stop it.
It's impossible to talk. People keep coming in and out.
Terrific! Well, um,
I'll see you tomorrow morning then. Looking forward to it.
Bye-bye.
Hello?
My job. I am the gatekeeper, by order of the minister.
- Jinny. - Hi, April. Hi.
- You still look pretty slim. - Has Martha arrived yet?
She's in there, thumping your old pal.
Janet's in the kitchen, if you want to...
No, thanks. I really need to see Martha now.
You're missing her that much?
Marriage really is an insufferably smug institution.
- I like it. - Well, Gottfried and I are separating.
This is our last supper.
Hey.
What's up?
- Excuse me? - Three, Martha.
- Three! - Excuse us.
So, who else is coming?
- Just Tom and Marianne. - Hmm.
The beautiful Marianne, the queen of spin.
And that ridiculously handsome husband of hers.
Too bad he's a wanker banker with mysterious ability
to make millions out of others' misfortunes.
Why on earth have you invited them?
She and I will be working together from now on.
You mean you'll be her boss.
Well. I don't actually use that word,
but yes, I suppose so.
So she will be your underling,
taking copious notes while plotting how to take your place one day.
She and I are on very good terms, actually.
We'll be sharing an office now. She's on my team.
Lucky you,
gazing on all that genetic good fortune.
April...
Do you think Bill's all right?
I mean, this is what we have always wanted.
And he's always encouraged me. But now he just seems...
- Drunk? - Depressed.
Look.
If Dennis Thatcher and Prince Philip
could trail behind their female leaders without complaint, then so can Bill.
Hello?
Well, thank you. Thank you so much for calling.
Oh, April. Ahh. Lovely to see you.
It's been... It's been too long.
Possibly.
Uh, are you alone? Where's Marianne?
Marianne's been delayed, unfortunately.
She sends her apologies.
She's gonna try and get here for dessert.
Oh.
Marvelous.
Or-Or cheese.
- Terrific. - Uh, coffee, perhaps.
Smashing.
Um, April, where's the bathroom, please?
Lavatory. Kitchen.
Hostess. Host.
That was Tom.
He's in the lavatory.
Wearing an extremely expensive suit.
- No Marianne? - Later. Pity.
Meanwhile, Bill seems to be running some sort of disco.
Oh, I hope Gottfried isn't dancing.
I better check.
Fuck! Fuck.
Aah.
Please, stop. No more.
Me too, me too.
Not a fucking loser, Tom.
Not a fuckin' loser, Tom.
Ah, fucking... Cheap.
Janet! Wonderful.
Wonderful, wonderful news.
I'm not a bit surprised.
Really? Well, I am.
Ah, surely not.
Let's see what I can achieve once I get going.
Um...
Oh, yes. Marianne... Marianne will be delayed just...
Oh, she works so hard.
- She'll try and get here later on. - That's nice.
Um, a drink? A drink, Tom?
No, no, no, no, no. You're busy. Stay where you are.
No, um, can I help?
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - Okay.
- Where's that marvelous husband of yours, Janet? - Well, h...
Right. Got it.
Congratulations again, Janet.
Martha.
Look at me.
It's wonderful, isn't it?
Jinny.
I guess... I guess we're about to become a collective.
Just when I'd got used to the idea of us being a couple.
Martha...
we're going to be a family.
Will you tell them, please?
Will you tell them how happy we are?
Could you come help me for just a minute, darling?
Are you all right?
We have an announcement.
Bill, I know you adore that thing, but could you?
So, everybody,
it seems that we are expecting
not one, not two,
but three babies.
- Oh! - People.
Small people.
Congratulations. Wow!
- Thank you! - Wow.
Was that a boast or a cry for help, Martha?
I couldn't quite tell from your tone of voice.
The miracle of conception.
Shut up, Gottfried. Listen,
I'm going to propose a toast to my oldest, dearest,
and... most loyal friend,
who has achieved a rare thing, which is
why we're all here this evening, in case anyone forgot.
Babies... excuse me Jinny, Martha...
but babies get born every day in extremely large numbers,
to the point of endangering the planet and all our futures.
It's not every day, however,
that one of us becomes a minister
in your entirely rotten and useless opposition party.
Fuck you, April.
- Though, of course, you're right. - What? Martha!
Oh!
I have never seen that happen before.
Oh, neither have I.
God, I hope it's not an omen.
It's just a broken window in a door
and not a window into anyone's soul.
Here. Take mine.
I'm not really drinking
- in the circumstances, you see. - Thanks.
Oh, perhaps just a symbolic sip.
- What do you think, Martha? - You're a free woman.
Am I?
To Janet.
I may not believe in parliamentary politics,
but I absolutely do believe in you.
Thank you.
Bill. Come on, chum.
What is it, darling?
I-I have an announcement.
Oh?
Another announcement. Good God.
Uh, turns out that... I'm not well.
Bill.
What do you mean? What's the matter?
I've had a diagnosis. Um...
it's not too good, actually.
What kind of diagnosis?
Terminal.
Bastard.
Oh, poor ba... poor bastard.
- Yeah, I know. - Poor bastard.
Terminal?
Did you say terminal, Bill?
Yeah. Uh,
it looks like I'm done for, medi... medically speaking.
Why didn't you tell me?
Oh, God.
How long have you known?
Hmm?
What is it, exactly? What's... What's wrong with you?
Lung, liver, leg...
- take your pick. - So how long have you got?
Uh, no time. No time at all.
No one knows how long they live, Bill.
And Western doctors know nothing at all.
So if they...
Fuck.
Fuck!
I'm going to resign. Immediately. Now.
Well, tomorrow morning. As soon as they can find someone to replace me.
- I'm going to look after you. - No, Janet, no.
Yes, Bill. Yes, Bill. Of course I will.
You've supported me every step of the way.
You gave up everything, and now I'll do the same for you.
More! I'll do more!
Oh, Janet. Fuck.
You don't really want to resign.
After all these years of tedious effort
to get to the so-called top...
Fuck!
Needed some air.
Yeah.
Yeah, me too.
What is it you do, again, Tom?
I work in finance.
Oh, yeah.
- You feeling okay? - Yeah, grand. Good. Good.
- You? - Sick.
Actually...
Is this true? Really?
Bill?
I'm so sorry.
- Oh, God. - Look.
- Slow down. Slow down. - Yeah.
Let's get practical. Bill?
- Yeah? - Who have you seen?
Harley Street specialist.
Hang on, hang on. You... You went private?
- You saw a private doctor? - I did, yeah.
Because our GP couldn't see me for two bloody weeks.
Oh, Christ.
What did you expect, Bill?
Special treatment? Queue jumping?
This is England!
You can't make an exception for the husband of the minister,
especially not the husband of the Minister of Health.
Shadow minister. But anyway, who cares?
- You do. - No.
No, April. This is Bill.
We must do anything we have to. Anything. Doesn't matter.
It's only your principles.
Well, a specialist saw me straightaway.
All the tests... done.
And he's sure? He's definite?
Definite.
He said I'm definitely done for.
Western medicine is voodoo, Bill.
Voodoo?
Voodoo.
Hey.
I am with child.
Children plural, wasn't it?
Yes, children. Thanks entirely to Western medicine.
Extremely Western, extremely private, and extremely expensive.
Yeah, and worth it. Worth every penny.
It's not all bad, Gottfried. IVF is basically a miracle.
And I thought it was a procedure involving a petri dish.
Well, they give you a load of hormones,
which is not much fun, actually,
and the whole thing can be pretty painful,
but it's amazing that the procedure,
as you put it, April, can result in new life, don't you think?
Please, stop it. Bill says he's dying.
Not yet.
Soon.
Listen, Bill. Doctors are not prophets.
They are cursing you with their so-called science,
their so-called statistics.
Can they predict death? No.
What do they really understand about illness?
Nothing.
Oh, come on, Gottfried, you've gone too far.
This is the land that invented the National Health Service.
Free medical care for everyone!
It changed the lives of millions for the better,
and we are in the presence of one of its most passionate guardians.
What-What exactly is she guarding?
These so-called doctors do not look
at the whole man when he's suffering.
They just try to eliminate
the symptoms of disease
with poisonous chemicals sold by pharmaceutical companies who want to make money.
- Only money! - Yes, yes. And why not?
Why not?
The Western medical establishment
is ignorant and corrupt.
They're killing people with their so-called cures.
Janet, I apologize for my so-called boyfriend.
I cannot tolerate dogma, even when it's partially true.
- But it's totally true. - You can see why I'm separating, definitively,
from this... German.
Now, what does his nationality have to do with it?
Everything,
when you know what the Nazis did with medical ethics.
I am not a Nazi.
You're very attached to dogma.
I am working on my attachments.
Work? You call that work?
Oh. You see?
Tickle an aromatherapist, and you find a fascist.
I am not an aromatherapist.
I am a life coach... and a healer.
Oh look. Let's face it: when you're in a car crash,
you don't want a life coach, you want an ambulance.
But even so, April, I really think you shouldn't use a word like Nazi
as a form of abuse on the second generation.
We are not responsible for the sins of our parents.
Sin? You actually believe in sin, Martha?
How very Christian of you.
I mistakenly thought you were one of those atheists
always arguing with a God you don't believe in, just in case he's listening.
She does argue a lot, actually. Mostly with me, though.
Please. Stop it, all of you.
This is about Bill.
The man who stood by me through everything,
who gave up a professorship at Harvard...
- Yale. - Yale. Yes, of course.
In order to support me
so that I could fulfill my purpose, and...
Oh, Bill.
I'm-I'm so sorry.
Why didn't I notice?
Why didn't I see that you were ill?
Please, Bill.
Look at me.
Say something.
Don't you think we should leave them alone for a minute?
What for?
Personal space.
Right now they need us.
They need our attention.
What they need is our friendship
and some clear thinking.
Burning. I-I smell burning.
Oh, it's the vol-au-vents.
I'll deal with it.
Isn't Jinny the chef?
A very good one, actually.
Runner-up on MasterChef last year. Did you watch it?
Two smears of parsnip and a grape coulis. How could I forget?
So, Jinny, could you?
Ten pounds. You've gained at least ten pounds, Martha,
since the extremely touching ceremony.
Oh. And the matching hats...
Stop being mean to Martha.
All right.
Hey, you... don't just sit there.
- What can I do? - Help me.
I can't help anyone. I can't even help myself.
I am burning.
It's the pastry cases that are burning, Tom.
Could you turn the light on, please?
Do you think...
Yes, my friend?
Do you really think that
a terminal prognosis is a-a form of curse?
Yes, I do.
You see, I... I'm a materialist.
And an atheist.
My worldview has been formed
on reason and observation,
cause and effect, logic and deduction.
I've always been a rationalist, haven't I?
You have, Bill.
And from a statistical point of view,
as Janet's very often reminded me,
it is your...
class background and economic status
that will determine your general health
and expected lifespan
infinitely more than diet or exercise.
That's why health is a political issue.
We've always agreed about that, haven't we, Bill?
So words like
"curse" and "voodoo"
have never really featured in my vocabulary.
But now...
everything looks different.
Perhaps everything is different.
Maybe it is.
But the worst of it is this:
I'm asking myself an unanswerable question,
even a metaphysical question.
And what question is that, my friend?
"Why me?"
When a person becomes sick, there is always a reason.
If not in this life,
then in a past life.
Oh, Gottfried.
You're an embarrassment.
Possibly, but at least he's trying to help.
Oh, you're defending Gottfried now?
April, I too am frequently described
by Internet trolls as an embarrassment or worse.
Much worse, actually. Is it a crime to be an embarrassment?
Martha, you're a first-class lesbian
and a second-rate thinker.
Must be all those women's studies.
April, really. I am a professor
specializing in domestic labor gender differentiation
in American Utopianism.
My point exactly.
Oh, shit!
- What do I do? - I don't know.
Just turn it off or pull it off or something.
Oh, fuck!
You're really sweaty. Are you ill too?
I told you, I am burning.
- I have to protect my babies. - Yes.
You do have to protect your babies,
like I have to protect my marriage.
- Do you understand? - Yeah.
You are very fortunate, Jinny. Myself and Marianne, we have not had any babies.
Neither has anyone at this party, as far as I know, but...
So you're definitely not ill, then?
Tell me who is sick. Okay? Sick!
Then why aren't you turning that thing off?
Jinny, are you doing all right in there?
Yeah, no, I'm fine, thanks. Tom's helping me, thank you!
Can I ask you s...
Did I see you out there... Were...
Were you getting something out of the...
Right.
Let's get to the point.
Listen, Bill,
have they suggested chopping a few bits out?
Or off? Because if they have,
I think you should seriously consider it.
W-What do you say, Gottfried?
Surgery a good choice for Bill,
yes or no, from a life-coach standpoint?
Despite my criticism of most modern medicine,
I believe surgery can sometimes be...
healing, April, as you know.
Karmically cleansing.
Yeah, okay. Won't argue, because Janet doesn't want me to,
but you're full of shit about karma.
Martha, I need to talk to you about something,
and I'm starting to feel really queasy again.
Oh, it's probably because she's pregnant.
Genius.
Jinny?
Where's Martha?
She's in there. She's in there with him.
Well, could you tell her to come here?
I want to say something to her.
Wait.
Jinny, no. You need to tell me
what it is that you want to say to Martha.
Okay? I need to know what it is.
Is there something you have to say about me?
Wait, is there something that you think you saw?
Maybe.
What do you think I want to say to her about you?
What do you think I saw?
Knowledge, Gottfried,
- Yes. - is mutable...
and culturally specific.
That's true, but where is this line of thought heading, chum?
Well, maybe Gottfried has a point.
What once seemed like medical science now looks like superstition,
does it not, Martha? I mean...
And then there's the mystery of the placebo effect.
The so-called mystery of the placebo effect
is in fact proof of the innate ability
of the body to heal itself.
Wish I didn't agree with your analysis.
But you do, my darling.
So what have you found, Gottfried,
with your, um...
healing thing? Uh...
Can, um...
...can f-faith do it?
Faith? You?
Why not?
Bill is growing extraordinarily fast,
from a spiritual point of view.
Concerning spirituality, Bill has debated with
leading rabbis, bishops and Imams, and he's won.
He's even written a book about it:
Reason, Roads, and Religion.
Is there a connection, Martha, between roads and religion?
Bill specialized in Roman history, as I think you know.
Didn't he supervise Marianne's PhD?
Yes, he did. He did supervise her PhD. Yes, her fucking PhD.
And roads link more than cities. They also link ideas.
Well, thank you, Martha. Thank you for illuminating me on the question of roads.
Please! The only one road
that matters now is the road to Bill's recovery.
- Do you believe in recovery, Gottfried? - I do.
Even in a case like mine?
I do.
So you think I have a future?
As surely as you had a past.
Isn't this going too far?
Gottfried may have his good points, but is not, repeat not, a guru.
Jin?
- Are you all right? - No, I'm absolutely not.
Apart from this vomiting, which is vile,
my least favorite thing, and if it continues, my pregnancy will be a nightmare...
I'm a little bit concerned about Tom.
Listen, my friend.
The truth is very simple.
You just have to listen to your voice within.
If you seek, you will find.
Jesus!
Right. And since we're talking about truth,
Bill, do you think there's something you might want to add?
I think you know what I'm talking about, Bill.
You know, truth?
Truth?
Is that a concept that any of you have heard of?
- Tom. Come on. - No, Martha. No, please.
- Yes, I do have something to add... - Yes.
Tom.
What is it, darling?
I'm sorry, Janet.
This is it.
I'm leaving you.
No. We'll beat this together.
I'll be by your side.
No, Janet. I think he means he's leaving you in a different sense.
- Tom, come on. Let's just go out... - No. Martha!
What's going on?
Oh, God. Just... Bill, just tell her.
What have you to lose, huh?
Whatever time I have left, Janet,
which is, uh...
debatable, depending on your point of view...
I intend to spend...
Together. We'll be together.
in the company of...
another woman.
What on earth are you talking about?
Another woman? What other woman?
What are you saying exactly, Bill?
What other woman?
Who?
Who?!
Marianne.
Marianne?
The lovely Marianne.
With you, Bill?
- Yes. - Fuck.
Oh, what am I doing? I don't do this.
- You just did. - No, no, no. This isn't me.
I shouldn't have hit you. I shouldn't have hurt you.
I shouldn't have hit you. I'm-I'm sorry. But I could kill you!
Why! Just tell me why.
Why now, of all days...
and why... her?
Hmm?
Oh, stop me, April. Stop me from hurting Bill.
- What for? - Because he's sick. He's dying.
Why don't you tell Janet
how long you've been sleeping with my wife, Bill?
Or perhaps Martha,
perhaps you would like to inform Janet,
as I believe you have on occasion
lent your attractive shabby chic femme-nest apartment
to your good old pal Bill.
Martha, you knew?
Sounds like she was an accomplice in this heinous crime.
What a surprise, Professor.
Marianne and Bill in your flat, Martha?
Yes.
For how long?
A year.
A year?
What, a fucking year?
Well, two.
- Or so. - What?
The whole time?
During the campaign, while I was on the road
when we spoke every night on the phone, and you kept telling me I could do it?
- You did do it. - And you were doing it
with Marianne in Martha's flat while I did it.
Oh!
I thought you were a friend. I thought you were a sister.
Oh, that dates you, Janet. Sisterhood is a very ageing concept, sweetheart.
I do consider myself your friend,
and I really thought about saying something, but...
But what?
You were... You were so busy.
Yes, I was busy. Incredibly busy.
I was working day and night for the party.
For our party.
Yes, Martha! I was working for all of us!
Why didn't you just tell me?
You didn't seem to want to know
about anything except politics.
And because I was so dedicated to saving our country
from profiteering butchery,
you decided to let them do it in your flat?
Well, I thought better than in your house,
from-from your point of view.
Yeah, that's some kind of friendship.
She was my friend first.
We shared a house at university together.
In fact, we shared everything.
Everything?
Oh, Jinny. Did you know too?
Uh, only a little bit.
What, like being a little bit pregnant?
Martha, don't you think we should be going?
This is all getting very physical.
What exactly did you share with Bill at university?
A house. Digs. Just... That's just... Don't start!
No. Don't talk to me like that.
I am a woman with child, and I am...
- Children. Three. - Yes, three. Triplets.
- One, two, three. - I can count. And by the way,
you could've waited till we got home before you told me.
You should have come to the scan. You're so unsupportive, Martha.
That is not true. I've been to nearly every support group.
One. And there have been three.
- Which makes two... - I can count, as I just mentioned.
Don't patronize me. And you still haven't answered my question.
- What else did you share with Bill?! - Stop this.
So you both knew. Right. Who else knew?
- April, did you know as well? - No, I did not.
Although I expect the worst of everyone, in the name of realism.
I was too preoccupied with Gottfried's
screamingly obvious faults to notice this unfolding drama.
Why should you have noticed?
Janet didn't.
In fact, she hasn't noticed anything about me for years.
How can you say that?
Because now I know what it feels like
when somebody does notice.
And likes what they see!
A lot!
Go on. do it, do it, do it. Do it, do it, do it, do it!
At least it shows you're capable of some passion!
- What's happening? - Revenge.
No. No. No.
No, I don't believe in revenge. I never have. No.
I've given speeches about it all over the world. Truth and reconciliation.
I believe I believe in truth and reconciliation.
I believe it's better to hit a cushion than to eat yourself.
Cushion? She wants to smash his face in,
not ruin her soft furnishings.
You need to let the anger out, Janet.
- It's only natural. - Yes, that's how I feel.
I'd like to let some anger out too.
What else did you share with Bill, exactly?
- I already told you. - No. You never told me about Bill.
He was my best friend at university. You know that.
What kind of best friend? Did you sleep together?
Once.
Or twice. It was a mistake.
I think we agreed, though, at the time, didn't we, Martha?
- It was fun, though. - No.
Oh, so you have had a man inside you after all.
And it was fun.
That is so disgusting. I'm disgusted.
It sounds like you might have three little men inside you.
It's good.
It's good that this is all coming out.
Very good.
But now I think, uh,
you need to protect yourself
from so much negative female energy.
Gottfried, you are surpassing yourself.
How?
How do I do that?
I'll help you.
I seem to remember, Bill,
that you called yourself a feminist in the old days.
Everything's changed.
Change is good.
Why is change good?
Tom.
Come. Sit.
Try to relax a little.
Yes. Oh, it's very kind of you to call.
Yes, just a little celebration.
Well, yes.
It has been quite a journey.
Mm. Well, yes, looking forward to it. I'll see you tomorrow.
Janet.
It's me. Come on. Let me in.
Darling...
Listen to me.
One of the reasons
I have never believed in parliamentary politics
is that the procedures are so slow.
So bureaucratic. You can't always vote your way out of conflict.
Direct action,
swift, decisive moves... that's what gets things done.
Remember when I used to be an idealist like you?
All those marches...
we went on together,
thinking someone in power would listen.
Well, now I'm a realist.
And I do believe, under the circumstances,
that although it might have a deleterious effect
on your career strategy,
you could consider murder.
I just can't believe that you slept with that...
hairy old man, that...
disgusting, randy old rapist!
It was over 30 years ago.
It was... It was nearly 40 years ago,
and you were still in kindergarten.
And you know what? He is not particularly hairy, as a matter of fact.
And furthermore, not all men are rapists.
I really think that we have moved beyond that position.
What position? What are you talking about, Martha?
Men are not the enemy. That debate is over. It is finished.
Tom, my friend. Tom.
Now that you've expressed your feelings,
let's put a stop to all this violence
and talk together as men.
Huh? The three of us.
This is a crisis that can become a moment
of deep personal transformation.
But I don't want to transform.
I just want my wife back.
I just want...
Gottfried, I just want things to be the way they were before.
Why do you people always want everything to change?
Everything is changing whether you want it or not.
We cannot fight impermanence.
I'm not fighting fucking impermanence!
I'm fighting for the love of my life!
For life!
So am I.
Life. Life!
This is good. You share an impulse.
No, I do not share anything with him, especially not...
Tom, I think someone in your profession
is perhaps not familiar with losing.
I never lose. Gottfried, I do not lose.
I... I am a winner.
Do you understand? I am a... I'm a winner.
And I also think you are in shock.
Yes. Yes.
Tom...
when exactly did you discover...
Today.
I found out today.
She told you at last.
Oh, Marianne, I... I knew you would.
She did not tell me.
I read your texts,
and I read your... your fucking emails.
Look at this. Wait.
"Let us live and let us love."
Catullus.
"Let us too give in to love."
Virgil.
"You who seek an end to love... love...
"You who seek an end to love,
love will yield to business." What the fuck is that?
She wants love and ideas,
you see, Tom?
Not money and business.
Such a... Such an intelligent,
such a sensitive woman, such a... passionate woman.
Brothers,
you have something beautiful in common.
We have nothing in common.
Yeah, you-you do.
You both love Marianne.
And love is a very powerful force.
Gottfried, you do realize
that Tom is one of those amoral money men,
strutting about in his City suit.
Here we go.
Oh, you fucking English intellectuals,
you think you're so superior, huh?
Even you need money, Bill!
Money bought this house, not fucking ideas!
Not with your dirty money!
No money is clean, Bill.
It all comes through the system and into your pocket!
Into your grubby little pocket!
That's real money.
Cash, Tom.
You trade in fictional profits
stolen from workers' hard-earned pension funds!
Stolen?
From the mouth of the man that stole my wife!
You stole my wife!
She chose me.
She did not choose you. She did not choose you.
- Not you. - But she did.
She chose me.
We're in love.
No. I'm finished, April.
Nonsense. Listen.
I realize I risk sounding uncannily like Gottfried,
but I believe what you are experiencing is a feeling.
It's a horrible feeling.
I can see it's unpleasant.
But like all feelings, it will surely pass.
And then what?
Oh, fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Is he alive?
Gottfried, is he alive?
Shit!
God, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!
Gottfried, what do I do? What do I do?
- Just wait and see. - Okay.
Gottfried...
He is alive.
I'll put on some music.
He likes music. I'll put on some music.
I adore you, Janet.
But if you really want to run this country,
and we both know that you do... actually, you must,
for all our sakes...
you will have to do something about your hair.
Did they tell you that they were boys?
No, we agreed. We agreed not to know.
I know, but...
but did you... did you see on the screen
their little legs and toes and things?
No, I didn't want to look, and I felt sick.
But three boys...
Almost a... a football team.
Don't you want them?
Have you changed your mind?
Bill! Bill!
Tom, this might be the wrong piece of music.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry. It's going to be okay.
Bill... Come on, Bill.
It's all right, Bill. Bill.
It's gonna be okay, huh? Gottfried?
- April. - Janet.
We've known each other a long time.
I want you to be truthful with me.
Have I ever been anything else?
Well, you disguise yourself as a cynic, so...
Everyone's in disguise, including you...
all that fake political certainty.
It's not fake.
It's just, sometimes you have to pretend in order to win.
Well, it hasn't worked for your party for a while
and it won't work for you.
You're lost, aren't you, Janet?
Incredibly competent...
but lost.
I have to think.
Don't think. It might ruin everything.
It usually does.
Well, someone has to do the thinking,
especially now that you're...
you're taking care of the animal side of things.
Animal.
Is that what you think I've become? A...
A few more hormones
flying round my body to support new life, and suddenly I'm an animal?
This? Gottfried?
Martha, after this evening, I never want to see you again. I'm going to do this on my own.
Don't be ridiculous.
I-I would rather give birth alone than with you.
If this is what you really think of me, I...
After ev... After everything you said.
Have you forgotten our beautiful vows, Martha?
It's over, isn't it?
We're through.
I'm just afraid, Jinny.
That's all. I'm just... I'm just afraid.
I'm afraid of losing everything that we had.
And I'm... I'm afraid of losing each other.
And I'm...
I'm afraid of...
of losing you to our sons.
Come on. Come on! Bill!
Come on!
Come on, Bill!
Oh, this is not a very good situation.
Please don't leave me.
I love you more than life itself.
Martha, could you come here for a moment?
I think possibly there is a problem.
Bill! Bill!
Tell me, April...
truthfully.
Anything.
Have I wasted my life on a mirage?
No.
You're the only one of us
who's tried to do something really big.
Hmm.
But in the process, is it possible that I may have...
contributed in some way to Bill getting sick?
I mean...
have I been emotionally neglectful?
That's not a productive line of thought.
Because...
um...
well, April, I do have something to tell you.
I was wondering about that.
Oh! Oh, dear!
April, could you come out here for a moment?
But perhaps without Janet?
Bill! Bill! Bill!
Janet...
How has it...
come to this?
You know, Gottfried,
our relationship is starting to look remarkably healthy.
Marianne.
Janet, please don't kill me! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
Please don't kill me! I'm a good person! I'm a good person!
You told me you loved me.
Me!
You traitor!