"She philosophically noted dates
as they came past in the revolution of the year."
"Her own birthday, and every other day
individualized by incidents in which she had taken some share."
"She suddenly thought one afternoon that there was yet another date
of greater importance."
"Her own death."
"A day which lay sly and unseen among all other days of the year,
but not the less surely there."
"When was it?"
Do you get it?
I think so.
So we have a birthday.
And a death day. A day in which we're going to die.
"A day sly and unseen."
Don't you love that?
It blew my mind when I was 14, so I reckon you're ready for it now.
Merry Christmas.
Um, I've written inside.
"You will never, ever read this."
"Happy Christmas, anyway."
"Love, I suppose, Em."
"December 1988."
That's touching.
Thanks.
- I'm sorry. I haven't got you anything. - That's all right.
I'll take cash from your wallet later. Or your dad's.
Hello, you two.
Dinner.
Thank you, Alison.
I will read it. Mm.
Thank you.
- Shall we go? - Yeah.
Mommy!
Ooh! Yay!
In you come, darling. Come on.
Callum's already up there. I'll be up in just a minute.
Go in. Just one minute.
I knew you shouldn't have gone to that today.
What do you mean? It's my day. We had a great time.
I had calls, Dexter, from moms saying that you…
- Not true. - What's not true?
Whatever you're about to say.
- You've been drinking. - No.
You know, there was bottled beer at the party.
And vodka? At a children's party?
I don't think so.
Ooh. Although come to think of it,
there was a bit of nonsense after the jelly.
Dexter, I can smell it.
Vodka doesn't smell.
This is my fault.
Today was not the day.
It's just a day.
Dex, come in.
Thanks, but got places to be.
- Watch it. Pisshead! - Sorry.
I can't serve you, mate.
Okay.
Taxi.
Move, you fucking prick!
Are you having a dance?
A year ago today, Emma died.
Was killed, I should say.
Was killed
by a careless driver.
Sorry, Barbara.
Dexy downer.
- What are you doing? - What?
What?
- What the fuck are you doing? - You fucking nutter! Steve!
I was… I was talking to you.
Wait! Wait! No. No, wait!
I need my credit card. Wait.
Callum!
I'm sorry, Sylvie.
Dexter, come on.
Don't cry. Don't cry.
Just… Look, listen to me.
We just need to get you cleaned up.
I asked you to look after her for two minutes.
She doesn't want me. She wants you.
Why do you think? You make no effort with her whatsoever.
Here we go. You have no interest in her.
You couldn't make that more plain. Is it any wonder…
Why do we have to have a conversation about that right now?
Jesus.
In you come, then.
I'll put on some soup.
No soup.
You need to eat something.
"She philosophically noted dates
as they came past in the revolution of the year."
"She suddenly thought one afternoon that there was yet another date
of greater importance."
"Her own death."
"A day which lay sly and unseen among all other days of the year."
Do you get it?
I think so.
So we have a birthday.
And a death day, the date on which we're gonna die.
"A day sly and unseen."
She was a bit tipsy, I think, wasn't she?
Maybe a little.
I think she was nervous.
All that shouting about the welfare state.
She's a socialist. She's passionate.
Well, socialist or not, there's no need to shout.
She called me a bourgeois fascist.
Dexter.
I've got a nicer bottle than that you could take up.
This is fine.
Thank you.
Dexter?
So, is this to become an annual festival, do you think?
Look, I really don't want to have a
heart-to-heart.
Do you?
No.
No, I'd prefer not.
Let's just say that I think that the best thing you could do
is to try and live your life
as if she were still here.
Don't you think that would be best?
I don't know if I can.
Well, you have to try.
What do you think I've been doing for the last ten years?
Shit. Sorry. I didn't want to be late.
Jesus.
- Surprise! - Surprise!
Surprise.
We didn't want you to be on your own tonight.
Great flat. Couldn't be any closer to the heath.
Or further from a tube station.
Yeah. I haven't done anything to it yet.
Still unpacking.
Come on, baby.
Here we go.
Can't believe it's been two years.
To you, Dex.
New beginnings.
And to Emma.
- To Emma. - To Emma.
I'm just gonna keep hugging you.
Were your children breastfed, Stephen?
What?
Um, no. We… People didn't…
No.
Surveyor.
Sounds solid enough.
Yeah, well, I've bought it now, so…
It's nice of you all to be here.
What else are we going to do?
I mean, last year,
I went back to our old flat in Clapton
and just stood outside and felt nothing.
I felt something.
I felt if you'd held onto that place, you'd have made a killing.
- Clapton's quite desirable. - Graham, could you take a day off?
That place was a shithole.
It was better than your god-awful shag-pad.
I quite agree. That was a ridiculous flat.
That flat was amazing.
Emma didn't like that flat.
Maybe we should make this an annual thing.
You know, talk about our memories of Emma.
Make sure we check in on each other.
Like, Ian. God.
I haven't seen you since… Well, since Emma dumped you.
Biscuits.
I'll go.
Hello.
Must be an extremely difficult day for you.
I don't know.
It's just a day.
I was surprised when Tilly invited me.
I was glad.
Well, not glad.
How are you, Dexter?
Mm.
I always thought you were a bit of a twat.
As I'm sure you know.
Really just
overrated.
But…
But Emma,
she loved you so much.
Yeah. You couldn't argue with it.
You made her so happy.
Which was annoying.
Not really.
Right.
I, um…
Well, yeah. I'd… I'd better get back to the family.
Not Mom and Dad.
I've, um… I've got a wife and three kids now.
Wow. Do you?
Sorry. Did that sound like I was gloating or boasting?
Oh no, no, no. No, not at all.
Uh, look.
I suppose what the point is…
God, what is the point?
I think it's that I didn't expect any of it.
It didn't feel like any of that was on the cards for me.
So, I just wanted to urge you
not to give up.
Right, well…
Taunton.
What's in Taunton?
It's where we live.
Isn't that three hours away?
Oh, give or take.
And… and you came all this way?
Look after yourself, Dexter.
Come on. Come on.
Gotta go. Is everyone leaving?
Well, I thought that might be enough, and you might like some quiet.
- Graham? - Thanks.
Is every child present? Everyone been to the loo?
Right, now come on.
Goodbye, ugly.
We love you.
Bye.
Bye. Okay.
First one to the car gets the front seat. Come on.
Um, I'm not being a dick,
but you do need someone to look at the cornicing.
Great.
Call if you need. You've come a long way this year.
Was sorry to hear about you and Callum.
That's fine.
Bad call on my part.
I wouldn't blame you if you laughed heartily.
I'd never do that.
Ah, still. Now we're both alone, maybe we should get back together.
- Well, I don't know. - Dexter, I'm joking.
Oh, I see.
Should I move my face more, or what? No. It was funny.
That… that was funny.
Well, I'm working on it.
Jasmine.
One sec.
Bye, Dad. Love you a tiny bit.
I love you a speck.
- A dot. - A molecule.
See you Saturday.
I don't mind, you know.
If you just got rid of it all.
I'd never do that.
Keep the photos, though.
I was actually quite gorgeous in my twenties.
Though I didn't appreciate it at the time.
I did.
Sometimes you did.
Sometimes you didn't.
It won't always be like this.
Why wouldn't it?
What's going to change it?
Time.
No, that's… that's…
I can really feel the clouds parting, Em.
Yeah, you're funny.
Well.
At least this year you can pass out on your own carpet.
There's not enough in there for that.
Yeah.
Then you'll go to the offie.
And you'll buy a couple more bottles. And maybe some cigarettes.
And then you'll smoke them in here, which you'll regret,
'cause you'll never quite get the smell out.
And Tilly'll call you later.
And Sylvie.
But you won't want to sound sad or pissed, so you don't pick up.
Which means tomorrow you'll have to call them both
and say you fell asleep early.
And your dad, because they'll have called him too.
But they won't believe you.
And you'll feel guilty and hungover and just…
shit.
All day.
And it'll go on like that.
Until it doesn't.
'Cause one day,
it won't.
Excuse me. Could you keep off the grass, please?
Oh. Yeah.
Sorry. You used to be able to
dance here.
And this is me.
You should have said hello.
When?
When you saw me around.
Daddy, what did you do when you lived here?
- What did I do? - Not a great deal, as I recall.
I did. I went to a lot of parties.
Daddy, look. There are people up there.
That's Arthur's Seat.
Who's Arthur?
I don't know, but I'll try to find out.
How'd they get up there?
You can climb it.
Can we climb it?
Uh, I… I'll see you back at the hotel.
Goodbye, darling.
Okay.
It's quite steep, Jazzy. Are you sure?
Sure.
Okay.
Dad, you're so slow.
Are you all right back there?
Should I alert search and rescue?
Look.
There's the Royal Mile
and the castle
and Calton Hill.
And down there,
over there is where I met Emma.
You know it's St. Swithin's Day?
What's that?
15th of July.
If it rains today, it's gonna rain all summer.
Something like that.
It's not going to rain today.
Daddy.
Daddy, I'm cold. Can we go down now?
Come on.
Can I say something to put your mind at rest?
I don't want you to think I'm bothered.
I mean, what happened last night is only 'cause you were drunk.
- Emma. - No. Just let me finish, will you?
But
I had a really nice time, anyway.
I've not done a lot of that kind of thing. Not like you. But it was nice.
I think you're nice, Dex, when you wanna be.
And maybe it's just bad timing, but
I think you should head off to China or India, or wherever, and find yourself.
And I'll get on quite happily with things here.
I don't want to come with you. I don't want weekly postcards.
I don't even want your phone number.
I don't want to get married or have your babies either,
and I don't want to have another fling.
We had one really nice night together, and that's all.
I'll always remember it.
And if we bump into each other
at some point in the future at a party or something,
then that's fine too.
We'll just have a friendly chat.
We won't be embarrassed 'cause you've had your hand down my top,
and we'll just be…
Whatever. Cool about it.
Okay?
Me and you, we'll just be friends.
Agreed?
Agreed.
Any regrets, though?
None.
"That northern girl I shagged at graduation. What was her name again?"
I'm not being a footnote.
A footnote?
Yeah.
In the story of your life.
Come on, Jazz.
Emily!
I thought I'd lost you.
So…
See you around.
Yeah, I hope so.
I hope so too.
Bye, Em.
Bye, Dex.
Bye.
Em?