4. Mother's Milk (第1季)【完整台词】

- The fruits of life, you know.

[PATRICK] It sounds very profound.

Do they taste any better than if they were simply the fruits of the cherry tree? Ch Ch Cherries.

- I'll bring you some.

- What a handsome rent! - [ELEANOR] No - A simple bowl of cherries for all of this.

- No - Talk about luck of the Irish.

- No - [ROBERT] Enough! - rent! - Rob No.

I'll go.

It's my fault.

[BIRDSONG] I'm not giving you much of a holiday, am I? Must try harder.

[SIGHS] Is Granny really giving it all away? That's what she wants to do.

We love it here.

I know, but it's hers not ours.

She's always been pathologically generous.

And if she was giving it to the blind or the homeless or medical research or victims of torture, we'd be not delighted but we'd understand.

But she's giving it to Seamus? To the Foundation.

So, yes, to Seamus.

Do you loathe her? Of course not.

And you mustn't either.

Well, this is a touching scene.

Mary wants you back before Seamus seduces Kettle.

He's trying to get Mary disinherited as well? We'll have to kill him after all.

If we kill Seamus, do we keep the house? Sadly not.

More efficient to kill Kettle before she changes her will.

You're right! I let emotion cloud my judgment.

I'm going to read my book.

[PATRICK SIGHS] I suppose I should be more careful.

About what? I've tried so hard not to pass on the malice and resentment, give them a different sort of childhood.

But they're just fresh mistakes.

And Robert notices everything.

He caught me outside your room last night.

What were you doing outside my room? I thought I'd come and see you.

Would you have been pleased? Maybe next time.

There's going to be a next time? Well, you're bored and lonely.

I'm bored and lonely.

That's a terrifying amount of boredom and loneliness in one room.

Maybe they'll cancel each other out, like electrical charges.

Well, we should conduct an experiment.

In controlled conditions.

See if we eliminate boredom or achieve an overload of loneliness.

We should go back.

Or people will think we're having an affair.

[CLATTERING] [MARY] I'm almost too scared to ask.

I'm cheering myself up.

This is by Boudin.

Sell this, and we might just be able to afford a second bedroom in Queen's Park.

A normal child-sized bedroom rather than a converted broom cupboard.

You can't steal from her.

Not from her, from him.

If he's getting the house then I can certainly keep the fucking Boudin.

Pass me that other screwdriver, will you? You can't keep this up.

At some point, you have to let it all go.

- Bit late for that.

- I don't mean the house.

Do you want to come up to bed with me? Let's not introduce exciting words like "want".

We both know that Thomas will claim my place.

I'll sleep down here.

Pass the screwdriver, will you? Screwdriver? [INSECTS CHIRPING] Mind if I come in? [BIRDSONG] When's your flight? I have to leave by nine.

- Our timing - Has never been good.

[PATRICK EXHALES HEAVILY] I should go before Thomas wakes up.

[WHISPERS] Patrick Summer fling.

Yes? Summer fling.

[PATRICK GRUNTS] Well, thank you for having us.

We'll speak on the phone.

- When you get a chance.

- It won't be the same.

No, it won't.

Bye.

Bye.

Oh, dear.

I wanted to say goodbye to Seamus.

Send him my love, won't you? It'll be strange to be here without you, Patrick.

Oh, is this your car? - Very small.

- Yes.

Right, come on, let's go.

Buckle up, Lucy.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS] Just us, thank God.

And now we can have fun.

[MOTOR WHIRRING] It's the right thing to do.

I'm sure it is.

Also, it's a fake.

I spoke to a man at Sotheby's.

You can tell by the waves, apparently.

So Seamus isn't the first man to bamboozle her.

Some art dealer in Paris achieved that facile trick 40 years ago.

- Well, let's not tell Seamus.

- Certainly not.

Just picture his face when he finds out.

[IRISH ACCENT] Oh, there go the flotation tanks! [BOTH SNIGGER] [PATRICK] I need to let all this go.

When you've talked about the things that have happened here, won't it help to move on? Perhaps.

If I didn't have my mother's protection at least I had the protection of this place.

Now that's being taken away too, I fear I might go mad.

At the same time, part of me can't wait to get rid of the fucking place.

Let's go back to London.

Or somewhere else.

After this holiday, we need a holiday.

[PATRICK SIGHS] Where would we go? [FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRS] - Bonjour, monsieur.

- Bonjour.

[PEN SCRATCHING ON PAPER] C'est fini.

I'm sure there's a good reason.