"(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCHING ON GRAVEL)" "(CAR TRUNK OPENING)" "Just straight through there and to the left, please." "Okay." "Would you like to..." "Who's this?" "Pardon me?" "That's not my father." "Oh, shit, we've taken the wrong one." "Really sorry about that, sir." "We'll go back and get him." "Come on." "Jesus." "They brought the wrong coffin." "You're joking." "Can you believe that?" "It's a good job I checked." "Could have been having a service for some random member of the public." "What kind of Mickey Mouse business are these people running, anyway?" "My God!" "There's just so much to worry about, you know." "And Mum's in a state." "Robert's clearly not gonna do anything to help, assuming he gets here at all." "Plus, this eulogy's just awful." "I'm sure it's not awful, Daniel." "Yeah, it is." "It is." "Everyone's going to be thinking, "Why isn't Robert doing the eulogy?" ""He's such a great writer." Maybe I should just let him do it." "You are every bit as good a writer as your brother, Daniel, if not better." "You've just got to let somebody else read your novel." "Yeah, everything's going to be okay." "Once the funeral's over, we've just got to focus on moving out of here and starting our own lives properly." "You did call them, didn't you, Daniel?" "You did put the deposit on the flat?" "Yeah, I'll sort it out, I promise." "God, I hate funerals." "Don't you?" "Really, they're just so depressing." "I don't know, it's just the death and everything." "Do you know what I mean?" "Do you agree, Justin?" "Justin?" "Yeah, they're all right." "All right?" "Sorry, how could you possibly think that they're all right?" "Why are you even coming to this?" "Anyway, you don't even know Daniel." "I do know Daniel." "I met him a couple of times." "A couple of times." "But he's not a friend, is he?" "No, not a friend." "Sorry, if you're going to smoke, would you please put that out of the window?" "I'd really rather not get your cancer, thank you very much." "I've got enough of my own problems to be worrying about." "Yeah?" "Like what?" "Like the discoloration on my wrist that I keep telling you about." "Look at it." "It's fucked." "I'm fucked." "Why are you even coming?" "It's because of Martha, isn't it?" "(EXCLAIMS)" "Justin." "Are you okay?" "Not too bad, thanks, Martha." "I'm a bit nervous." "d?" "About seeing my da" "I just don't think I've ever been so openly hated by anyone before." "He just hates everyone." "You mustn't take it to heart." "You need to relax with him." "I can't help it." "He puts me on edge." "He's going to be more concerned that his sister's husband's just died." "He's not going to be focused on you." "Anyway, I'm sure when I tell him that we're getting married then, you know, he'll start to learn to accept you." "You sure about that?" "Of course." "I don't really see Victor as the accepting type." "(TIRES SCREECHING)" "(CAR HONKING)" "We're on our way to a funeral, you wanker!" "Don't you have any respect?" "Okay." "Calm down." "It's all right, it's all right." "Breathe." "In through your nose, okay?" "Deep breaths." "You all right?" "Yeah." "Fucking tosser." "Okay, I'm going to go down." "Hopefully they've brought the right coffin this time." "I'll come with you." "No, it's okay." "I can do it." "Oh, no, I know you can." "I'm just going to come check on the seating." "Make sure there's enough roo for Uncle Alfie." "Oh, shit." "Shit!" "Shit!" "(CELL PHONE RINGING)" "Hello?" "Hello, mate, how are you?" "All right?" "Yeah." "Of course I remember Uncle Alfie." "Yeah." "Absolutely fine." "Yeah, yeah." "No, not a problem at all." "No." "Of course I don't mind." "All right." "Yeah, don't worry." "All right." "No, it's fine, I promise." "All right, we'll see you soon." "Okay, bye." "Shit!" "UNDERTAKER:" "So, is this your father, sir?" "Yes, it is, yes." "Hey, Mum." "You all right?" "I just don't know what I'm going to do without him." "What have I got to live for now?" "Mum, don't be silly." "You've got your friends, family." "You've got me and Jane and Robert." "Where is Robert?" "Have you heard from him?" "His plane was just landed at 10:00, but he'll be her don't worry." "Now, if there's anythi ng I can do, Sandra." "Don't put your hand there, dear." "You'll leave smudge marks." "All right." "No, I'll get them to you this evening." "No, no can do this afternoon." "I've got a funeral." "Yeah, my uncle died." "Yeah, tragic." "No, I'm telling you, mate, this is really powerful stuff." "Yeah, you really only need to take half." "No, trust me, they're going to blow your fucking head off." "(DOORBELL RINGING)" "All right, I got to go." "Sister's here." "I'll take them with me and drop them by after the funeral." "Okay, catch you later." "Bye." "(DOORBELL RINGS)" "Yeah, hang on." "Hi." "How's it going?" "Troy, you're not ready." "Come on, we're gonna be late." "Just need to put on my trousers and I'm done." "You guys okay?" "Simon's a bit freaked out." "We just had some arsehole driver almost ram us off the road." "Really?" "Fucking bastards." "Make yourselves comfy." "I'll be two minutes." "What are these pills all over the place?" "Troy's studying to be a pharmacist." "(EXCLAIMS)" "Are you okay?" "I'm a bit shaky." "Not much, just a..." "Just a bit." "Here, have one of these." "It'll calm you down." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely." "It's just Valium." "I used to take them all the time." "It'll make you feel better, honestly." "Come on, open wide." "Ready." "ROBERT:" "Thank you." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Robert?" "Robert." "Hi, Mum." "Oh, darling." "How are you, sweetheart?" "Hey." "Hey." "Hey, how are you doing?" "Yeah?" "Okay." "Okay." "I'm okay." "Okay." "Hi." "Hi, Robert." "How are you?" "Good." "Good." "How are you?" "Great." "How was the flight?" "Great." "There was a lot of turbulence, which was a bit worrying." "But, I mean, I guess that's the thing about first class." "It doesn't matter how much you pay for the ticket, if the plane crashes, you're all gonna end up dead." "Sorry." "No, no, I'll..." "Don't worry." "Oh, shit." "(HONKING)" "That's him." "Jesus, Howard, you didn't say he was going to be in a fucking wheelchair." "Uncle Alfie." "Hello." "We're here to take you to the funeral." "Where the fuck have you been?" "You're late." "This is bloody grim, isn't it?" "It's not supposed to be fun, Robert." "I know, but Jesus." "I feel like my heart has been wrenched out of my ribcage." "It's awful." "Well, that's grief for you." "This is why I prefer not to have close relationships with people." "There's too much emotion involved." "Well, I'm just glad that you're gonna be here with Mum." "Well, yeah." "Well, not for long, 'cause Jane and I are moving out." "Well, what about Mum?" "I was thinking maybe she'd like to come to New York with you for a bit." "Well, don't be ridiculous." "I can't take her to New York." "What am I gonna do with he take her to parties?" "But we've already decided." "We're putting a deposit on a flat." "And I'm gonna need the money." "What money?" "The money for all this, for the funeral." "You agreed to pay for half." "Did I?" "Yeah." "Oh, right." "Yeah, so..." "Yeah, well, I don't have it on me, Daniel." "I can get it to you in a few months." "In a few months?" "Robert, I need it now." "I need the money now." "Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen, is it?" "'Cause I'm totally skint." "What do you mean you're skint?" "You're a successful novelist." "You live in New York." "You've got a penthouse apartment in New York." "What do you mean?" "Yeah, and do you have any idea how much it costs for the upkeep?" "Besides which, I've just had to lay out a fortune for the flight over here." "Do you know how much they're charging for first class nowadays?" "It's a fucking disgrace!" "So, poor old Uncle Eddie, eh?" "Yeah." "Eh?" "Yes." "Did you ever meet Uncle Eddie, Simon?" "Simon?" "Was there a dog in here just now?" "What?" "I'm sure there was a dog in here." "What the hell are you talking about?" "There's just nowhere to park." "This is ridiculous." "How about over there?" "That guy's coming out over there." "Oh, right." "Take it, take it!" "All right!" "What are you doing?" "(HONKING)" "Are you mental?" "Sorry." "Excuse me?" "Hi, sorry." "Oh, hi, Martha." "I was just about to park there, actually." "Yeah, well, are you a relative, Howard?" "No, I'm not, but..." "Hey, Martha." "Who's that?" "What's happening?" "Did you see that?" "She barely even looked at me." "I said, what's happening?" "Are we there?" "Oh, my God, we've got Uncle Alfie in the car." "I cannot believe I forgot to say we've got Uncle Alfie in the car." "(CAR HONKING)" "All right!" "Keep your hair on!" "What the hell's going on?" "(EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)" "She barely even looked." "It's very green here, isn't it?" "It's very..." "It's green!" "Simon." "What the hell is the matter with you?" "What do you mean?" "All this talking about phantom dogs and things being green." "What's going on?" "I don't know." "Wow!" "Martha, is Simon normally like this?" "Of course he's not normally like this." "Something's not right." "Hello." "(SIMON LAUGHING)" "Oh, I think it must be the Valium." "Valium?" "Yeah." "I gave him a Valium from your flat." "I think he's just not used to it." "Oh, right." "Do you want to get any closer?" "You're going the wrong way." "(EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)" "Stop the car, Howard." "I need to speak to Martha." "What?" "I need to speak to her." "I need to speak to Martha." "What about Alfie?" "I need help with Uncle Alfie." "We're gonna be late!" "Ow!" "Could you please stop doing that?" "(CAR HONKING)" "Thank you very much for coming." "It's lovely to see you." "It won't be long." "It's weird being back here." "I feel so out of it." "Well, it's because you're living in a differe country, you lose touch." "Who are these people, anyway?" "I don't even recognize any of them." "Who the hell's that guy?" "I have no idea." "It's probably a friend of Dad's from work or something." "So listen, you're telling that I have to pay for this entire funeral?" "I can't draw money out of thin air, Daniel." "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" "Daniel, how's everything going?" "Fine, thanks, Reverend Davidson." "We're just waiting for everyone to arrive, then we can get started." "Great." "Thank you." "Have you met my brother Robert?" "The writer, of course." "It's a pleasure to meet you." "I've read several of your novels." "Really?" "You must be very proud of your brother." "Yes, very proud." "And will you be making the eulogy today?" "No, Daniel will be doing the eulogy." "Great." "I'll just make sure I have everything I need." "Listen, I think you should do the eulogy." "Everyone's expecting you to do it, and I'll just make a mess of it, anyway." "Don't be silly." "You'll be..." "You'll be fine." "All these can go through now." "How's my little sister?" "Just very sad." "He was a wonderful husband, wasn't he?" "So attentive." "So devoted." "Can I get you a cup of tea, Sandra?" "Tea can do many things, Jane, but it can't bring back the dead." ""My father was an exceptional man..."" ""My father..." "My father was an exceptional man."" "Daniel, have you called yet about the deposit?" "No, I haven't yet, no." "Why don't you give me the number, and I could do it?" "Jane, don't make it obvious, but you see that guy standing by the table?" "See?" "Do you recognize him at all?" "He's really staring at me." "Are you listening to me at all?" "We have to put the deposit on that flat before it's too late." "You understand?" "I know." "All right." "Come on, get on with it." "I am." "You'll break it." "Hurry up, we're late." "Oh, God!" ""My father was an exceptional man."" "My God, that Katie's grown up a bit, hasn't she?" "What?" "Katie." "She was like a little girl when I left, and now she's..." "She's fit." "I might go and have a chat with her." "Yeah, why don't you do that?" ""My father was an exceptional man."" "Hello there." "Hello." "I was really sorry to hear about your father." "Mmm." "He always talked about you, said you were a good son." "Thank you." "Did he ever mention me?" "Peter." "Peter?" "No, I don't think so." "Were you friends with Dad?" "Mmm-hmm." "Well, okay." "Nice to meet you, and thank you for coming." "UNCLE ALFIE:" "Come on." "Put your back into it." "Jesus!" "Push the bloody thing!" "I am pushing." ""My father was an exceptional man." "He was born..."" "Daniel, I really think we should be calling everyone in now to start the service." "Sure." "Really, I'm only supposed to be here until 3:00." "Sure." "Do you mind though if we wait just five minut for my Uncle Alfie?" "We really shouldn't start without him, if possible." "Of course, of course." "I'll go..." "Look." "Isn't it beautiful?" "Martha, could I have a wor Excuse me." "What?" "What is it?" "Okay, I have to tell you something." "And I warn you in advance, you're not gonna like it." "Good to see you." "Thank you for coming as well." "Daniel." "Hello, Robert." "Hello, Uncle Victor." "Uncle Victor, how are you?" "Well..." "Sad day." "Yeah." "So, how are things in New York?" "Great." "Really good, yeah." "What's all this nonsense I hear about you not doing the eulogy?" "That's right." "Daniel's gonna do the eulogy." "Well, that's a damn shame." "I mean, I'm sure Daniel will be fine, but after all, you are the writer in the family." "Will you just excuse me a second?" "So, any new books coming out?" "I'll just get my things together." "Sure." "You all right?" "Every single bloody person wants Robert to do the eulogy." "He was my father, too, wasn't he?" "I'm just as entitled to do the bloody eulogy." "Yes, of course you are." "Of course you are." "And it's going to be the best bloody eulogy anybody's ever heard." "Did you hear?" "Apparently, Robert won't be doing the eulogy." "What did you just say?" "I said the Valium you gave to Simon wasn't actually Valium." "It's an hallucinogenic concoction." "You know, stuff like acid, mescaline, a little ketamine." "This isn't funny, Troy." "I'm not being funny." "Look at him." "He's off his tits!" "(WHISPERING) You absolute little twat!" "What the hell are you doing leaving this stuff around your flat?" "I didn't know someone was gonna take it, did I?" "Who just goes into someone else's flat and takes random pills?" "They were in a Valium bottle." "Fuck, Troy!" "What the hell am I meant to do?" "Should I tell him?" "No!" "Don't do that." "It'll just freak him out completely." "I think we should just keep a very close eye on him." "Make sure he doesn't get out of control." "And don't let him spend too long talking to one person." "Shit." "Hey, Dad, how are you doing?" "You're late." "TROY:" "Hey, Dad." "Hi, Troy." "You missing university today?" "Yeah, not to worry, though." "I'll catch up." "I know, I'm not worried about you." "I see you've brought your friend along." "His name's Simon." "Simon." "And of course" "I brought him along, he's my boyfriend." "Martha." "So good to see you." "I'm so sorry, Aunt Sandra." "We're gonna miss Uncle Edward terribly." "Thank you." "He was a great guy." "Yes." "Yes, he was." "Thank you, Troy." "Simon, this is my..." "I'm so sorry about the death." "I'm so sorry." "Thank you." "And everything" "Come on, Simon." "(EXCLAIMING)" "(MUTTERING)" "What are you gonna do?" "I don't know." "I can't leave, can I?" "Aunt Sandra'll never speak to me again." "Oh, shit!" "Hey, Martha." "Hey, you look nice." "I'm dressed for a funeral." "Yeah, but still." "So, I heard about the engagement." "What's that about?" "Who told you that?" "I haven't even told my dad." "Is that the guy you're gonna marry?" "You're gonna spend the rest of your life with him?" "Yep, that's him." "Simon?" "Martha." "Martha." "You're slow." "Come on!" "(PANTING)" "Any chance of a hand, Justin?" "Hey, lift it, lift it!" "Lift it." "Lift it." "You got to lift it." "Hi, Daniel." "Actually, there's something I really wanted to talk to you about when you have a moment." "Okay, that's great." "Do you mind if we do it later, though?" "'Cause my Uncle Alfie's just arrived and I..." "Sure." "Up!" "Come on!" "Thank you, Justin." "Thank you so much, mate." "Hope it wasn't too much hassle." "How are you, Uncle Alfie?" "Terrible." "(PEOPLE CHATTERING)" "Ladies and gentlemen, if you could all kindly take your seats." "We're about to begin the service." "Simon, please." "Move." "Move." "Don't start yet." "Don't start." "Move." "(INAUDIBLE)" "Jesus, Howard, you stink!" "Family and friends." "Maybe, that's because you left me to deal with Uncle Alfie on my own." "Not to mention taking all the credit." "Howard, can you please be quiet?" "And I'd like to start with a favorite passage of Edward's from the King James Bible." "It's the First Book of Samuel, Chapter 18." "Actually, Martha, just so you know, we had Uncle Alfie in the car with us, and you took my parking space, and I had to push him about half a mile up a hill, by myself," "and we almost missed the service." "That was my parking space." "Listen, Howard, if you don't stop poking me on the shoulder," "I am going to take you outside and kick the living shit out of you." "Do you understand me?" "What is going on?" "She stole my parking space." "What do you mean she stole your parking space?" "This is a funeral." "Behave yourself." ""Then Jonathan and David made a covenant," ""because he loved him as his own soul." ""And it came to pass that the soul of Jonathan" ""was knit with the soul of David." "And Jonathan stripped himself" ""of the robe that was upon him and gave it to David," ""and his garments, even to his sword," ""and to his bow," ""and to his girdle."" "And now, we'll have a few words from Edward's son," "Daniel." "(INAUDIBLE)" "Hi, everyone." "Thanks to so many of you for coming." "I never realized Dad was so popular." "In fact, it seems like he's got more friends now that he's dead than when he was alive." "(SIMON LAUGHING)" ""My father was an exceptional man." ""He was born in 1938, just a year before the war." ""I'll never forget the time when Dad took us to" ""the place where he grew u just near a town called Crawley in Sussex." ""It's changed a lot over the years," ""what with the expansi on of Gatwick airport," ""and it's actually become something of a commuter town now," ""partly because of its proximity to London." ""But at the time when my dad was young, it was really quite pastoral." ""Lots of fields" ""and greenery, and Dad would roam around the countryside for hours" ""with his close boyhood friend, Bob." ""He told me how they spent their summer days riding their bikes..."" "Did you just see that?" ""...through the local cornfields..."" "The coffin, it just moved." ""...and swimming in the lake." ""Dad's..."" "I'm telling you, I saw it move." ""Dad's first job was working after school as an apprentice," ""for an electrician named Mr. Thomson."" "There!" "It happened again!" "Simon, settle down." "I'm telling you, the coffin is moving!" "Simon, just calm down." "Please, God, the coffin is moving, I tell you!" "There's someone alive in there!" "Simon, where are you going?" "What the hell is wrong with you all?" "Don't you look at me like that!" "Simon." "Can't you see?" "Open your eyes!" "There's someone moving around in there!" "Can't you see?" "Simon!" "What are you doing?" "Simon, stop that!" "Simon, don't touch that!" "What are you doing?" "I'm going to let you out!" "What are you doing?" "(SCREAMING)" "Oh, God!" "(CRYING)" "Mum, it's all right, it's all right." "It's okay." "Put the kettle on." "All right, Mum, all right." "All right." "Help me." "That was unbelievable, wasn't it?" "All right." "If you'd all like to have some lovely tea and cake, we'll get back to you as soon as we can." "What the fuck was that about?" "Daniel, I am so sorry." "I'm so sorry." "The coffin was moving." "Just go back inside and I'll explain later." "I am so sorry." "There was a definite scratching sound." "Sorry." "Oh, God, please, please." "Are you all right?" "No." "No, I haven't made the call about the deposit yet." "I'll kill him!" "MARTHA:" "Just calm down." "I'm going to kill him!" "Dad, leave it." "Leave it?" "He's completely wrecked the funeral!" "It wasn't his fault." "What do you mean it wasn't his fault?" "Your Aunt Sandra is in tatters." "I want him out of here right this minute." "Is that clear?" "Tell me you will have nothing to do with that ridiculous man ever again." "I'm sorry." "No, I can't do that." "Why not?" "Because we're moving in together." "Dear God." "Have you completely lost your senses?" "He isn't actually like this." "He had some drugs and they made him act all weird." "Drugs?" "What drugs?" "He took some Valium and he had a bad reaction." "Valium?" "Yeah." "We'll talk about this later." "Simon." "Martha." "Yeah, okay." "Come and sit down." "Thank you, Janet, I appreciate that." "That's for sure." "All right, mate?" "Hey." "Hello, mate." "That was awful." "Wasn't it?" "Landing in front of your mum like that like a dead trout." "Yeah, Howard, please." "Come on." "Yeah, sorry." "It's just..." "You just never know when it's gonna happen to you." "That's all." "It's like with me, I've got..." "It's like a weird patch of skin." "I've had that a couple of weeks." "I've absolutely no idea what that is." "Why don't you show it to my Uncle Victor?" "You know, he's a doctor." "Yes." "Hello." "SIMON:" "I swear I saw it moving." "I saw it moving." "No one else saw." "No one else saw." "I swear I saw it moving." "I must be going mad." "Why are my hands so big?" "Simon, listen to me." "I need to tell you something." "You know I gave you some Valium earlier?" "Yes." "Well, it turns out that it wasn't actually Valium at all." "SIMON:" "Mmm-hmm." "Can you hear me?" "Hello?" "Do you think we can start again now?" "I believe we can, yes." "How are you feeling, Sandra?" "Much better, thank you." "Hello, Doctor." "I've got this skin discoloration." "I've had it for a couple of weeks now." "It's just not going anywhere." "Now, I know it's just a small patch, but it's weird." "It does look weird, doesn't it?" "Victor, I'm going back now." "You should probably go and see a dermatologist." "Why, what do you think it is?" "Looks like some kind of pigment mutation." "A pigment mutation?" "Could be an allergic reaction to shellfish, nuts." "Nuts?" "What kind of nuts?" "I don't know." "Peanuts, almonds." "Excuse me." "Do you see now?" "Yes." "Hallucinogenic." "(MUTTERS)" "Now, my advice is to relax and just go with the flow." "You know, try and enjoy it." "You!" "Simon!" "How long does it last?" "I don't know, about eight hours." "Eight hours of this?" "Simon, let go!" "You!" "MARTHA:" "Simon?" "Oh, my God, I'm going to be sick!" "No." "Simon, come back." "Simon." "Hey, listen, Martha..." "Simon!" "Excuse me, sorry, he's going to be sick." "Excuse me." "Sorry, mind out, mind out." "He's gonna be sick." "Come up here." "Quick." "Do you want me..." "Simon?" ") (SCREAMS" "Simon, are you okay?" "Simon?" "Simon, let me in." "Simon." "Martha." "Did you happen to see a pill bottle?" "Shit!" "Simon?" "SIMON:" "Right." "Are you okay?" "Simon?" "Keep it together." "Keep it together." "You can do this." "Simon." "You're Simon Smith." "You're a solicitor." "You're a solicitor." "Eight hours." "It's no problem." "Please, open the door." "Eight hours he said." "Simon?" "Where's my watch?" "Please open the door." "It's already been..." "I took Valium." "Simon, open the door." "Seven hours to go." "Simon?" "God, Jesus, fuck!" "Fuck!" "It's nothing to worry about." "It's fine." "Jesus fuck!" "Grief does strange things to people, doesn't it?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "If you remember, I had something I wanted to talk to you about." "Oh, yes, yes." "Is there someplace quiet we can go?" "Sure." "(SIMON SCREAMS)" "Are you writing a book?" "Yes." "Like your brother." "Well, different from my brother, but..." "He's a great writer, isn't he?" "Yes, he is." "So, anyway?" "Yes, actually, I have some photos I wanted to show you." "Okay." "May I?" "Sure." "We became quite close, your father and I, in the last few months." "Ended up spending quite a lot of time together." "Right." "Here's me and your father in Regent's Park." "Oh, yeah." "Here we are on top of one of those London buses." "It's a terrible picture of me." "So, where did you and my dad meet?" "Just around." "(SIMON GROANING)" "SIMON:" "Hello?" "Simon." "(SIMON LAUGHING)" "Are you all right?" "Wow." "Yes." "Yes, yes." "Keep coming." "You, join the others." "Join the others." "Oh, you." "Oh, here, yes." "Here we are at a fancy costume party in Kensington." "That's your dad dressed up as a Roman centurion." "Sorry, in what capacity were you actually friends with my dad?" "I mean, I don't mean to be..." "But he never mentioned you to me." "And yet you have all these pictures where you're going around like you're..." "Oh, God." "Oh, my God." "No." "Now, I know this must come as quite a shock to you." "I'm sure he would have told you himself, but I guess he wasn't sure how you'd react." "Does my mother know about this?" "No." "No." "No, no." "And there's really no reason why she should find out." "Just as long as I get what's owed to me." "What?" "Well, I think I deserve something." "I mean, your father and I were lovers." "No, he left me absolutely nothing in his will." "How do you think that makes me feel?" "I'll tell you how that makes me feel." "Cheap." "Like a cheap slut." "Don't you think I deserve something?" "What do you want?" "Well, I think about £15,000 should do it." "£15,000?" "I'm supposed to be buying a flat." "Well, that's up to you." "Hang on, you hang on a minute." "You think you can come in here and show me a few pictures of you and my dad on a bus and that counts as proof?" "That's not fucking proof of anything." "What is that?" "Oh, Jesus!" "Now, I don't want to, but I will go out there and I will show these photographs to every single person." "Do you really want me to do that?" "You wait here." "Wait here." "Daniel, I was just telling George here how when we were boys together, your dad used to love to make us all go skinny-dipping." "I think she's fine." "Simon, open the door." "Anything I can do to help?" "Not really, thanks." "You got it all under control?" "Simon?" "So what are you doing next weekend?" "I've got a couple of tickets..." "Look, Justin, I've got a lot on my plate right now, and I just can't deal with your shit." "Now, can you please just go away?" "Please?" "Simon?" "Hi, Robert." "Can I talk to you for a second?" "Not now." "Just give me five minutes." "It's important." "It's ever so important." "Excuse me." "Okay." "What are you doing?" "Robert, listen." "You know that guy from before that we didn't recognize?" "That little guy, you know, the short guy, yeah?" "I've just been with him in the study." "Yeah?" "And he showed me these pictures." "Yeah?" "Right." "Of him and dad." "Of him and dad together." "Right." "Of him and Dad together at parties in Kensington." "Look, Daniel, is this going anywhere?" "For God's sake, he was shagging dad!" "Fuck off!" "Are you shitting me?" "No, I'm not shitting you, I'm telling you."