Party, The (2017)

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♪ Now when I was a little boy ♪

♪ At the age of five ♪

♪ I had somethin' in my pocket ♪

♪ Keep a lot of folks alive ♪

♪ Now I'm a man ♪

♪ Made twenty-one ♪

♪ You know baby ♪

♪ We can have a lot of fun ♪

♪ I'm a man ♪

♪ I spell m ♪

♪ a ♪

♪ n ♪

♪ Man ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Hello?

We did it.

♪ Oh ♪

Well, it wasn't such a surprise.

Oh, 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 at the top of my list...marvellous.

Marvellous.

♪ Oh ♪

But don't worry,

I won't forget you.

♪ Man ♪

♪ I spell m ♪

♪ a ♪

Bill.

Bill!

♪ Man ♪

♪ Oh ♪

April.

Janet.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

You did it.

My condolences, Janet.

Because once you've reached

the top of the mountain...

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, post-modern,

post-post-feminist sort of way.

Well, it hasn't really sunk in,

you know. I've been so busy.

Hi, Mum.

You did, yes,

you always did.

Yes, he's very proud.

He has.

H-He's been really supportive.

Well, I'm lucky.

Listen, Mum...

Um, I've got guests over, can I,

can I call you a bit later?

Are you sure you don't want to?

- You are um...?

- Gottfried.

Yes. Yeah.

I'm Bill.

I think.

Well, I used to be.

That's very... 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 canapé

in the kitchen when necessary

despite her political prowess.

Oh, Janet, it is wonderful

and marvellous.

I-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, you 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 b*stard.

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.

Well, 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.

Buh-bye.

Mm. My job. I am the gatekeeper

by order of the Minister.

- Jinny.

- Oh, 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 wanna...

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 w*nk*r banker

with a 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 Denis 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, uh, lovely to see you.

Um, it's been,

it's been too long.

Impossibly. Are you alone?

Where's Marianne?

Ah, Marianne's been delayed

unfortunately.

She says... sends her apologies.

She's gonna try and get here for...

uh, dessert.

Oh.

Marvellous.

- Or-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.

f*ck.

Please. Stop. No more.

Me too, me too.

You're gonna f*cking

lose her, Tom.

You're gonna f*cking

lose her, Tom.

Ah, f*cking...

Cheap.

Janet, wonderful.

Wonderful, wonderful news.

I'm not a bit surprised.

Really? Well, I am.

Aw, surely not.

Eh, let's see what I can achieve

once I get going.

Um, oh, yes, Marianne, uh,

Marianne will be delayed just a...

Oh, she worked so hard.

- She'll try and get her later.

- Oh, that's nice.

Um, a drink! A drink, Tom.

No, no, no, you're busy.

Stay where you are. No, um...

- Can I help?

- Ooh, no, no, no, no.

Okay.

Where's that marvellous

husband of yours, Janet?

Well, I...

There? All 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 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?

♪ Ay candela ♪

♪ Candela ♪

♪ Candela me quemo aé ♪

Would you come and help me

just a minute, darling?

You all right?

♪ Para una gran diversión ♪

♪ De timbalero un ratón ♪

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.

Wow.

People. Small people.

Congratulations, wow!

Oh, 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.

f*ck you, April.

Though, of course, you're right.

What? Martha!

Oh!

I have never

seen that happen before.

No, 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.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Here, take mine.

I'm not really drinking

in this state as you see.

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, it turns out

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.

b*stard.

Uh, poor-poor b*stard.

- Yeah, I know.

- Poor b*stard.

Terminal?

Did you say terminal, Bill?

Yeah, uh...

It looks like I'm done for.

Med-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 uh, western doctors

know nothing at all.

f*ck.

f*ck!

f*ck.

I'm gonna resign.

Immediately. Now.

Well, tomorrow morning

as soon as they can find

someone to replace me.

I-I'm gonna look after you.

- No, no, it's...

- 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.

Ah.

Oh, Janet. f*ck.

You don't really wanna resign.

After all these years

of tedious effort,

to get to the so-called top.

f*ck.

I needed some air.

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

What is it you do again, Tom?

Uh, 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.

- Janet, look, slow down.

Slow down.

Let's get practical.

- Bill...

- Yeah?

Who have you seen?

A Harley Street specialist.

Hang on, hang on.

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.

It doesn't matter.

It's only your principles.

Well, the specialist

saw me straight away.

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 very painful, but

it's amazing how

this "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're cursing you with their

so-called science,

their so-called statistics.

Can they protect 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's 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?

Those so-called

doctors do not look

at the whole man

and his 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 k*lling 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, 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 n*zi.

You're very attached to dogma.

I'm working on my attachments.

Work?

You call that work?

Oh, ah, see?

Tickle an aromatherapist,

and you find a fascist.

I'm not an aromatherapist.

I'm 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 "n*zi"

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 Master Chef

last year. D'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.

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, can you

turn the light on, please?

Do you think...

Yes, my friend?

Do you really think that

a terminal prognosis

is a form of curse?

Yes, I do.

You see, I-I'm a materialist.

And an atheist.

My world view

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 so often reminded me,

it is your class background

and economic status

that will determine

your general health and

expected lifespan.

Well, 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"

are 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 l*sbian,

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, sh*t.

What do I do?

I dunno, just turn it off,

or pull it off or something.

Ah, f*ck!

You're really sweaty.

Are you ill, too?

I told you, I'm burning.

I have to protect my babies.

Yes, you do have

to protect your babies.

Like I have

to protect my marriage.

Yeah.

- 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.

Who is sick?

Then why aren't you

turning that thing off?

Jinny, are you doing

all right in there?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Tom's helping me, thank you.

Can I ask you...

Did I see you out there,

were you...

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.

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.

Okay. Won't argue because

Janet doesn't want me to.

But you're full of sh*t

about karma.

Martha, I need to talk to you

about something and I'm

starting to feel real queasy again.

Oh, it's probably because

she's pregnant.

Genius.

Jinny?

Where's Martha?

Uh, she's in there-

she's in there with him.

Well, could you tell her

to come here?

I wanna say something to her.

Wait.

Jinny, no, you need to tell me

what it is that you want

to say to-to Martha, okay?

I need to know what it is.

Do you think... is there something

you have to say about me?

Is this, wait, is this something

that you think you saw?

Maybe.

What do you think

I wanna say to her... about you?

What do you think I saw?

- Knowledge, Gottfried,

- Yes?

is mutable.

And culturally specific.

That's true, but...

where's 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?

And then, there's the mystery

of the uh, placebo effect.

Oh, the so-called

mystery of the placebo effect

is in fact proof

of the innate ability

of the body to heal itself.

I wish I didn't agree

with your analysis.

But you do, my darling.

So, what have you found,

uh, 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".

Oh, i-is there a connection, Martha,

between uh, roads and religion?

Oh, well, Bill specialized in

Roman history, as I think you know.

Didn't-didn't he

supervise Marianne's PhD?

Yes, he did-

he did supervise her PhD.

Yes, her f*cking 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 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 have 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 like this,

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.

All right.

Since we're

talking about truth,

Um, 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.

- Huh? No, Martha, look, 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.

Uh, no, no, Janet, um...

I think he means he's

leaving you in a different sense.

Tom! come on, let's

just go out for a moment.

- Come on.

- Martha.

What's going on?

Come on, Bill.

Just, Bill, just tell her.

What have you got 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.

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.

Um, I shouldn't have hurt you.

I shouldn't have hit you.

I-I'm sorry.

But I could k*ll you!

Why? Just tell me why. Hmm?

Why now of all days?

And why h-her?

Hmm?

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 uh, your attractive

shabby-chic fem-nest apartment

for your-to your good ol' pal, Bill.

Martha, you knew?

It 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 f*cking 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

aging concept, sweetheart.

I do consider myself your friend.

And I-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?

Well, y-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-I thought better than

in your house.

From-from your point of view.

Yeah, that's some

kind of friendship.

She's my friend first.

We shared a house

at university together.

In fact, we shared everything.

"Everything"?

Everything?

Oh, Jinny.

Did you know too?

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?

The house, digs, it's just...

Don't start!

Look, 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... I can count!

And by the way, you could've waited

until we got home before you took it.

You could've come to the scan.

You should've come to the scan.

You're so unsupportive, Martha.

That is not true, I have been

to nearly every support group.

One. And there have been three,

which makes two...

- that you just totally failed to go to.

- I can count, as I just mentioned.

Don't patronise me. And you still

haven't answered my question.

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 it.

And likes what they see.

A lot.

Come on, do it,

do it, do it.

Come on, do it.

Go ahead, 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.

To given speeches

about it all over the world.

Truth and reconciliation.

I believe i-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, 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.

Uh, 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.

Oh, 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...

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 get 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 m*rder.

I just can't believe

you slept with that

hairy, old man. That...

disgusting, randy, old r*pist.

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 we have moved

beyond that position.

What position? What

you talking about, Martha?

Men-men are not the enemy.

That debate is over.

It is finished.

Tom, my friend.

Tom.

Now that you have

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 f*cking

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 don't, 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-I am a winner.

Do you understand that?

I am a-I'm a winner.

And I also think you're in shock.

Yes.

- Yes.

- Tom.

When exactly did you discover?

Today.

I found out today.

She told you at last.

Oh, Marianne, I knew you would.

She did not tell me.

I read your-

I read your texts.

And I read your-

your f*cking emails.

Look at this, wait.

"Let us live

and let us love."

Catullus.

"Let-let us too give un-

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 f*ck is that?

She wants love and ideas.

You see, Tom?

Not money or business.

Such-such an intelligent,

such a sensitive woman.

Such a passionate woman.

Brothers, you have something

beautiful in common.

We have nothing in common.

Yah, you-you do.

You both love Marianne.

And love is a

very powerful force.

Gottfried, you do realise

that Tom is one

of those amoral money men

strutting about

in his city suit?

Here we go.

Oh, you f*cking

English intellectuals

you think you're so superior, huh?

Even you need money, Bill!

Money bought this house,

not f*cking 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.

It'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.

- She did.

She chose me.

We're in love.

I'm finished, April.

Nonsense. Listen.

I realize I was 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, f*ck.

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

Is he alive?

Gottfried, is he alive?

sh*t!

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

Gottfried, what do I do?

What do I do?

- Just wait and see.

- Okay.

Gottfried! Did I k*ll him?

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!

Tom, this might be

the wrong piece of music.

Okay.

Oh, f*ck.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

It's gonna be okay.

Come on, Bill.

I'm sorry, Bill.

He's gonna be okay, yeah?

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

with all that

fake political certainty.

It's not fake.

Sometimes you have to pretend

in order to-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 few more hormones

flowing 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... 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 um, 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's 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...

well, April, I do have

something to tell you.

I was wondering about that.

- Oh.

- Oh.

Oh, dear.

April, could you come out here

for a moment?

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.

No, Janet, please don't,

please don't k*ll me!

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please

don't k*ll me, please don't k*ll me.

I'm a good person,

I'm a good person.

You told me you loved me.

Me.

Traitor.