(gentle piano music playing)
Sorry, Alice, I... I've turned a corner.
Well, I mean, I told you... I told you that.
Half an hour ago, a courier delivered
a massive cheque from Vanth Capital.
-What are you doing? -(Jack) I'm stopping this.
Have you lost your mind?
She doesn't decide how I live my life.
-Where is she? -She left something for you
-in case you came. -Do you know what it says?
(Maya) Of course, not.
(Jack) I might build up to it.
(Alice) It won't change what's inside.
I've been in love with somebody since 2007.
We tried dating, but it just did not work out.
Anyway, ever since then we've...
-(crowd applauding) -...just been friends.
(Alice) It's kinda life-changing, isn't it,
when you just put your self-absorption aside
and you focus on the next generation?
-You sound like a parent. -I'm gonna be.
You should be.
No, I'm actually going to be one. My insemination's next Wednesday.
-Well, congratulations! -(Alice laughs)
Thanks.
(chuckles) You know she's gonna be calling you,
-like, every five minutes. -I really don't think so.
(Donna) Well, I do. Just don't get sucked into it.
Don't get sucked right back into that
Alice dysfunctionality vortex.
(Jack) Alice!
-Alice. -(Alice laughing)
(pants) Oh, my God! Jesus Christ!
It's exhausting, isn't it, being in love?
It's fucking brutal. (laughs nervously)
(music concludes)
(Jack breathes deeply)
(Alice chuckles)
There, now this is completely painless. (chuckles)
It will only take a few seconds, okay?
(chuckles)
-Question. -(Dr Feldshue) Yes?
Could Jack do that?
Well, legally, no.
-No, I'm sorry. -Oh, it's all right.
But he can put his hand on... on top of mine if...
(Alice) Hmm.
How do you feel about that, Jack?
So, we'd be hold... we'd be holding hands?
(Dr Feldshue) Yeah, just on top.
-(Jack) For this bit? -No, not for this bit, no.
No, for the next bit.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah, that'll be... yeah, that'll be... yeah.
Absolutely, yeah, no problem, yeah.
(whispers) Thanks.
Yeah, right.
-Question. -(Dr Feldshue) Yes?
(chuckles) Could Jack and I have a moment alone?
Oh, well, of course. Yeah, no, it's... I'll just...
-pop out. -Thanks.
You okay?
Thank you.
(breathes softly)
(bed squeaking)
-(Jack groaning) -(bed thumping)
-(Jack groaning) -(bed squeaking, thumping)
(Alice moaning)
(Maya) Scone?
-(thudding) -Okay, wow.
(bed squeaking)
(Jack and Alice groaning)
(Alice chuckles)
(Jack exhales)
Not exactly how I expected the day going. (chuckles)
(Jack) No.
(whispers) Do you think anybody's ever done that in here before?
Oh, God, I hope not.
(both chuckle)
-D'you think we should, erm... -Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, they probably have another appointment.
-Yeah. -(gentle piano music playing)
God, what a colossal waste of money.
We could have gone to fucking Borneo.
(laughs)
-(Alice exhales) -(shushes)
(whispers) Be careful. (chuckles)
(Maya exclaims)
-Bye, now. -Thanks very much.
-Fingers crossed. -Lovely to meet you.
(traffic whirring)
(music concludes)
(horn beeping)
-(water burbling) -(Jack) Here we go.
Caffeine-free, obviously,
plus, a little something to keep your glucose up.
Thank you, but can you please calm down?
(Jack sighs) If it is a pregnancy,
definitionally, it's a high-risk one, so...
-(clicks tongue) -Those definitions are ageist.
So's life.
Works both ways.
My little guys need all the help they can get too.
Your poor old-man sperm...
-struggling to navigate upstream. -(chuckles) Yeah, all right.
Is there anything else?
No, thank you very much, and please go home.
And I'll call you in 12 to 14 days with results.
I'll also call you, like, 50 times between now and then.
I'm happy to stay.
I'm sure the couch is comfortable.
-Do you like fussing over me? -(Jack) Of course, I do.
If I was laid up, you'd wait on me hand and foot.
(Alice) No, I wouldn't!
But I would hire someone. And I'd be there also.
That's close enough.
Just think of me like any other possibly pregnant lady.
(Jack) Not a chance.
(Alice chuckles)
Jack?
(Jack) Yeah?
Do you wanna talk about what happened today?
(Jack) No.
Okay.
Bye!
-(gentle piano music playing) -(Alice shouting) Jack?
Yeah?
(Alice) Actually, can you stay on the couch?
Yeah.
(Alice) Thank you.
(Jack exhales)
(indistinct chatter)
(phone vibrates)
(music concludes)
I didn't hear from you yesterday.
(Jack) I know, I'm sorry.
I was worried it'd gone south or something.
(Jack) Yeah, no, it, er... it was...
It went oddly.
It... Yeah, it took an interesting turn.
Well, now you're gonna have to say.
(Jack exhales)
Alice and I made love on the insemination table.
-(Donna laughing) Okey-dokey. -(chuckles)
(inhales) Erm, golly.
(Jack) Hmm, yeah, I know.
Yeah, I, er...
I don't really know how it happened,
or what it means,
or if it even really means anything.
It could have been a one-off, a valedictory,
or maybe we crossed a Rubicon again,
or maybe we crossed it only for a few minutes
and now we'll cross back again, or maybe...
So... you're not sure.
(Jack) Not sure, yeah.
But a non-clean slate just got non-cleaner.
So, I wonder if maybe we're...
(inhales deeply)
(dog barking)
(traffic whirring)
(phone ringing)
(phone whooshes)
(Jack) Hello.
(pants) Are you all right?
So funny. (laughs)
Your guys can swim.
Whoo-hoo!
-(Jack) Whoa, Alice! -(laughs)
Comhghairdeachas, comhghairdeachas!
(laughs)
What are you saying?
That's Irish for "congratulations".
(Alice) Jesus, that takes so long to say.
I know! I know. (laughs)
(Alice) Jack?
What?
I think, erm...
I think I'm getting good at it.
(Jack) You're good at what?
Like, real life.
If that's something that you're interested in,
or anything that you wanna take a risk over?
-(gentle piano music playing) -Oh.
Can we think about it?
When have we ever not thought about it?
Never.
-(doorbell buzzing) -My food's here, I've gotta...
I... I love you.
Whoo!
(music concludes)
How are you feeling, love?
(smack lips) I'm feeling very well, thank you.
(chuckles softly)
Am I right in thinking the baby is like the size of a fig?
-That's right, yeah. (chuckles) -Next week, a lime.
-(laughs) -(chuckles)
So... so we did the standard ten-week work-up...
and I need to tell you
that it showed some genetic abnormalities
that could be indicative of an illness.
What kind of illness?
They could be indicative of cancer.
But then... I mean, cancer?
(Dr Feldshue) Yeah.
-Yeah. -How can they detect that
when the baby's so small?
It's not the baby.
(Dr Feldshue) No, it's not the baby.
It's you.
(sombre piano music playing)
(Jack) Hi, everybody, thanks for being here.
-Okay, this is Stage 4... -(music concludes)
...Bile Duct Cancer with distant metastases.
The five-year survival rate is two percent.
Conventional therapy is already underway
at the point of attack, but there are so many...
(clears throat) Sorry, there are so many points of attack
that I believe the only way to save this patient's life
is to harness her own immune system.
Luckily, we have some experience in that area, er,
in related areas.
Okay, this is CTLA-4.
It switches off our T-Cells after they've killed an infection,
but before they start attacking healthy tissue.
Without CTLA-4,
our bodies would basically murder themselves.
Cancer cells...
are clever fuckers.
They use CTLA-4 to fool our immune system
into thinking everything's okay,
and then the cancer cells take over.
So, what we are looking for is a substance
that stops our T-Cells from being fooled.
A tumour-specific form of Anti-CTLA-4.
Even if your theory is right
and the formulation exists and somehow we find it,
we'd still have to work out how to deliver it
and then put it through trials, and then get it approved.
-Someone'll do it someday. -Yes, maybe,
if they've spent a lifetime in cancer research.
You don't just swoop in and cure the worst disease
-in human history... -You don't if you don't try.
We did something similar on Hashimoto's.
We knew where to look on Hashimoto's.
And we got very lucky.
On this, we're in a fucking rowing boat on an open ocean
looking for a drop of water...
We've got lightning-fast computers now.
They can process literally hundreds of candidates a second.
You're not being rational. You're tilting at windmills, mate.
-I've never known what that means. -That this is not gonna work.
And you're taking people and machines away from Dengue Fever
and half a dozen other projects
-we're this close on. -What are you telling me to do?
Are you telling me to let her go?
I'm telling you to let the doctors do what they do.
They'll fail, Paul.
Their science is old. Blast away with chemicals
and radiation and hope for the best.
Meanwhile, the person suffers and withers in front of you
and almost always dies anyway.
That can't happen to Alice.
If there's anything that I can do, I'm gonna do it.
(Paul) What if there isn't?
Then I'll die trying, okay? I'll die trying.
(Paul) Look, it's not that I don't understand.
I'm sure I'd feel the same way if,
-God forbid, it were Donna. -If this was Donna,
we wouldn't even be talking about it
'cause I would've been in from the start.
(Paul) Okay.
Okay?
-(car engine rumbling) -Okay.
-Good man. -(Paul) I'll start the moment
I get back upstairs.
(Jack) Good man.
(Paul) Just don't get your hopes up in that way that you do.
-This is still insane. -I have to have hope.
Okay, well, hope, just don't believe.
(Jack) I have to believe.
(gentle music playing)
(siren blares)
-(siren wailing) -(indistinct chatter)
(laughs)
(Jack) Hello, Miss, can I walk you home?
(Alice) Yeah, you certainly can!
You shouldn't have done this in the middle of a workday.
Ah, I'd spend every minute with you if you'd let me.
Oh, that's creepy.
-(chuckles softly) -Yeah. How'd it go in there?
You know.
We're all terminal,
I'm just a little more terminal than most.
(music concludes)
Okay. I, erm,
called around about your doctors and they all check out,
but people seem especially keen on Dr Anthony Cedarbaum
because, apparently, he rolls with the punches
and he's a student of the game, so that's good.
How are you?
I'm... I'm fine.
-Mm-hmm? -Hmm.
Yeah, when was the last time you slept?
Can we please not worry about me right now?
Why not? It's a fucking excellent change of pace.
Okay, the other thing, all the shit online.
Do not Google late at night, but if you do Google late at night,
as I admit, maybe I was doing recently,
don't get caught up
in stupid fucking papers written by...
Written by stupid people
with these ridiculous axes to grind.
It's a waste of time and it will drive you...
(inhales deeply) ...mad, so.
(Jack exhales)
-Jack? -(Jack) Yeah?
You wanna go somewhere?
Sure, yeah. Where do you wanna...
go?
You know where.
(gentle piano music playing)
Cuba?
Our roof.
It's a long trip for you, Alice.
Yeah.
Yeah, of course, I'll set it up.
(Alice chuckles)
(car engine whirring)
(phone ringing)
-Hey, I've been... -(music concludes)
Yeah, sorry, I've been waiting for you.
I was gonna say that my instinct is
-it's gotta be a protein, right? -(Paul) Mine too,
because the monoclonal antibodies are proteins.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, so that's the place to start then.
-(Paul) Okay. -(inhales deeply)
That's gotta be the place to start, right?
-(breathes heavily) -(Paul) Are you okay?
(breathes heavily)
(exhales) Yeah, sorry. Traffic is, erm,
(pants)
Er, I'll... I'll call you back. Just, you... you keep...
you keep doing what you're doing, yeah?
-(breathes heavily) -(dial tone ringing)
(Lynn) Jack?
(pants) Hey, er, Lynn...
(sighs)
Thanks for letting me ruin your week.
Oh, well.
We circle the wagons, Cyril. (exhales deeply)
How are you feeling?
(breathes deeply) I'm grand. It's probably just stress.
Yeah, yeah, exactly. I mean, I'm sure we'll see.
Er, how's Alice?
It's weird, Lynn.
I can tell she's, like,
resigned herself to the worst already, which...
I hate, but makes sense. She's always been one for the odds.
But she's still...
putting herself through the chemo...
and God knows what else after that. I just...
I just can't work out why.
Well, for you, obviously.
Thanks for asking after her.
Aye, yeah, well, I can't go around hating people.
-Except for you, of course. -Of course.
You know, if you ever actually met her,
I think that you will really like each other.
I mean, let's not go crazy.
(chuckles)
You know, I'm good and over you, Jack,
I can promise you that... (inhales deeply)
...but it doesn't mean I don't love you.
And it doesn't mean I don't want you
wandering the earth...
making someone else miserable.
(door opening)
(Dr Pell) Good morning to you, Mr & Mrs Caine.
(Lynn) Oh, er, it's, erm, Mr Caine and Ms Mixon.
We're not married. Well, we were, but not anymore.
I married someone else.
You have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome,
a genetic disorder of the connective tissue,
in your case, of this piece right here
where the artery meets your heart.
Okay, that sounds bad.
That looks bad.
(smack lips) Because it's an aortic aneurysm
which, had it gone undetected, might have led to dissection,
which would have led to death.
But now that we know about it, we can keep it from killing you.
Jesus Christ, okay.
(Dr Pell) Your medical history says
that both your parents died of heart attacks.
Mm, they did.
No, they didn't.
So, what are my odds?
Assuming you behave yourself 100 percent...
A hundred... 100, okay.
As I said, it's a syndrome, not a disease.
You did say that, yeah.
(laughs)
Sorry to laugh. Just... That was a lot to, you know...
It's bad news,
but it's not... it's not terrible...
-News. -...news.
-Yeah. -(Paul) You see all this?
This is you and me passing into obsolescence.
Ah, we've still got some time left.
Oh, really?
Have you looked in the mirror recently?
Because I did, and the ghost of Marie Curie
looked back and told me I was fucked.
Each of these servers is looking at
a different set of combinations and permutations.
Normal proteins, novel proteins, synthetic proteins,
a smorgasbord of proteins. (clicks tongue)
As you can see, I chose yellow for failure,
just for nostalgia's sake.
All we need is one that turns red.
Essentially, that's it.
The programs are up and running.
All that remains for the humans to do
is to stare at the screen,
contemplating their technological unemployment...
and maybe shout if anything good happens.
And not even that, really,
because about 85 alerts will just go off.
So, you may as well just go home and recuperate.
-Hmm. -I don't like the word "aneurysm."
Alice wants to go on a trip.
So, go on a trip. That's a good idea.
-I'll keep you updated. -I feel like I should be here.
Again, that's ego and neurosis.
She thinks it's gonna be her last one.
-You haven't told her, have you? -About the Ehlers Danlos?
No, not yet. I will.
No, about this, Jack. About everything we're doing here.
If it works, she'll be my first phone call,
-believe me. -And what if...
If it... if it doesn't, and I told her,
then I will spend the rest of my life
wishing that I hadn't...
-okay? -Yeah.
Okay.
(suitcase rattling)
(Maya) Right, so, the Paris leg will be a piece of gateau,
-obviously... -(chuckles)
...and on the layover an agent named Capucine or Capucina,
I got tired of asking her, she'll be there to take you
to the fancy-person section of the lounge.
And on the second leg, the long leg,
all your meals have been pre-loaded. And I checked,
of the one hundred-or-so in-flight films,
at least seven aren't based on comic books.
All your documents are in your bag,
in the order you'll be needing them.
Don't get clever at immigration
because you might wind up in the slammer,
and then there's nothing I can do.
Erm, at the hotel, tip like a sailor.
Bottled water only and the internet is still 3G.
So, yep, no public swearing.
(laughs) Thank you.
-You didn't need to do all of that. -It's just muscle memory.
I love you.
What?
I said I'm not paying you.
(chuckles)
Out of my way. (laughs)
-All yours, move over. -(Alice chuckles)
-You all right? -(Alice chuckles, clears throat)
-(Jack) Yeah. Okay. -(soft piano music playing)
-(grunts) Oh, Jesus! -(suitcase thuds)
(both laugh)
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I don't like leaving Paul in the lurch.
-Makes me anxious. -(breathes deeply)
Honestly, I don't feel anxious about anything right now.
Really?
What's that like?
-It's good... -(tyres screeching)
(driver grunts) Oh, for fuck sake!
What about now, are you anxious now?
No.
-(train whooshes) -(indistinct chatter)
(Jack) Do you think he's hurt?
He didn't even spill his coffee.
Well, then what's taking so long? What are they talking about?
(car horn honking)
Come on, lads.
-Someone's not in holiday mode. -Because we're not yet on holiday.
We're watching these two fellas have a chat.
Jesus Christ, this is...
Oh, man, this is not good. You're looking at traffic.
It looks like my phone is bleeding.
It says if we leave now, we get to Heathrow in April.
(groans)
Jack, if we miss the flight, we'll just get the next flight.
There's... No, there's like... The next one's in two days.
-(indistinct yelling) -(exhales)
I just wanna be with you.
You know, I just wanna be with you too.
Good. Why don't I ask the driver
to take our luggage back to my apartment?
I don't understand. What do we... what do we do?
Whatever we want.
(chuckles softly)
Yeah.
-Okay? -Yeah.
(Alice chuckling)
So, how are your tension levels?
Was a nine. Now, a seven.
-Oh, great. -(Jack chuckles)
-Seven and a half. -(laughs)
Oh, my goodness, do you know what's on this street?
-What? -My favourite house.
-Where? -It's there.
It's that white one with those windows.
Oh. Beautiful, yeah.
Not your usual taste though, I wouldn't have thought.
I don't know, I feel like I would've been ready
for something different, you know?
(Jack) Yeah.
Something warmer.
I would've liked to have tried to have kids again.
With you.
Yeah.
(Alice) I wouldn't have wanted to raise them
in my refrigerator of an apartment, though.
-I like your flat. -(chuckles)
Yeah, there's a time in life for everything, isn't there?
But I feel like a kid needs a...
window in the bathroom, for fuck sake.
That's fair enough.
I can see us, though.
Two kids.
Them windows. (chuckles)
Can you?
Boys or girls?
(gentle music playing)
Either.
Well, one of each, if I could choose.
(chuckles) Agreed.
Celia would have siblings.
-Yeah. -The Caine-Long kids.
-Hmm. -(laughs) Yeah.
Polite, charming, more than usually funny.
Nice.
My God, do you want a fizzy drink?
Do you?
Fuck, yeah, I want a fizzy drink. Might be my last one.
My farewell fizzy drink.
I'll buy you one.
-I'll buy you one. -No, I'll buy you one.
-(Jack) Let me buy you one. -No, I'll buy you one.
(Jack) Alice, come on,
-Jesus Christ. -(Alice chuckling)
-I'll buy you one. -(Jack) No, I'll get it.
-(Alice) No, it's okay. -(Jack) I just wanna...
-Please don't do this! -(Alice laughing)
-(Jack) Hello. -(Alice) Hi.
(Jack) I'm gonna, I'm about to pay for two fizzy drinks, please.
(Jack) Mm-hmm.
(Alice) When the kids are old enough for us not to go
totally bananas and lose our minds,
we take them on holiday.
Where do we go?
-Skiing? -(Jack) No.
I've only been skiing once.
I nearly killed myself and a bunch of other people.
-(chuckles) -(Jack) It's not funny.
I think I need, er, a friction-based relationship
between myself and the earth's surface.
-I need that with people. -(music concludes)
-I know exactly what you mean. -I'm aware.
(Alice scoffs)
Erm, okay, no skiing, but we'll go somewhere.
-Mm-hmm. -We'll travel somewhere. Where?
-America. -(chuckles) No!
Fucking America. Donegal.
We certainly can. I've never been.
Yeah, amazing beaches, amazing people,
amazing coastline, amazing fiddle music.
-It's amazing! -Oh!
And if you know where to go, there's nobody else around
apart from sheep and a few goats.
Okay, and on day one, the kids learn to not...
To stay away from the goats.
Hmm, you make friends, but at a distance.
(Alice) Yeah.
They'll be good at that if it's hereditary.
-Fucking stop. -(chuckling) It's so... it's true!
And so, what are we doing while the kids are avoiding goats?
We're gambolling.
You what? Gambling?
-No, we're gambolling. -Gambolling?
-Gambolling! -Yeah!
-Gambolling. Right? -Show me your gambol.
I'll do a gambol if you do a gambol.
All right.
-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.
Okay. Finished with your fizzy drink?
(gentle music playing)
(Alice) What in the actual fuck?
(both laugh)
(Jack) You do it then, go on.
(Alice) No, I'll do you gambolling.
(Jack) Don't do me gambolling. You do you gambolling.
(exhales) Okay, this is you gambolling.
-(Jack) That's... -Oh, I'm just gambolling!
(Jack) Do the accent, all right!
-(Alice laughs) -(Jack) You do you gambolling then.
I would just... I'd just gambol you know,
like cool...
(Jack) But that's not fucking gambolling!
You gotta put some spirit into it.
(Alice) I'll never go back to finance.
(Jack) What do you do?
(Alice) Charge ahead with philanthropy,
trying bit by bit to erase the moral stain of wealth.
You?
I'm a lab rat till the day I die.
You'll have to drag me out by my ankles.
(chuckles) I'd like to see that.
And then we see just little enough of each other
that when we do it's, you know...
it's still thrilling.
It's always thrilling, Alice.
People say at some point the excitement fades away
but, with you, it never has.
(seagulls squawking)
I feel like that about skiing.
And you, I should have led with that.
Yeah. (chuckles)
Maybe my mistake with skiing
was the same as my mistake with you.
I never learned to slow down.
Mm.
Well, I wouldn't wanna be
one of those couples who...
sits in silence
having run out of things to say 25 bloody years ago.
That's like a living death, isn't it?
Which is arguably worse than a dying death.
Maybe they're just content.
I don't trust content, you know.
Isn't content like the younger cousin of...
bored shitless?
-No! -(Alice) No?
What about when we're older? Like, when we're 70, or 80, or 90?
Oh, well, when we're 70, 80, or 90,
we begin in a very entertaining way,
to totally lose our wits.
Mm-hmm, chaos.
(Alice) Absolute chaos.
(both chuckle)
How's your tension level?
When I'm 90 I hope it's zero.
-I hope. -(laughs)
Do you know where we are now?
Yeah, we're a couple streets from Celia's school.
Which you know
because you've snuck over there once or twice.
Which I do know because I might've snuck over there
once or twice.
Imagine her when we're 90?
Oh, my God, she'll have had her dance career...
-(laughs) -...and she'll have been
all over the world.
And she'll be a diplomat. (chuckles)
A diplomat?
I think she'd be really good at it.
Oh, 'cause she's had the training. Right, yeah.
-I blame myself for that. -I blame me.
She's been well-loved, though,
and there's definitely worse things than that.
Yes, there are.
Oh, my God.
(indistinct chatter)
-(Jack) Oh, my God! -(music fades)
-What's she... what's she doing? -Well, she's meeting a boy, Jack.
She didn't tell me about that.
You think?
(indistinct chatter)
Do you think she'll be happy?
(Alice) Yeah.
Do you think she'll see less trouble than we did?
Yeah.
Maybe I should just nip over and say hello?
(Alice) No!
Unless you want to be reviled for the rest of time.
Why don't you... why don't you go over and say hello?
-She loves you. -Nice try.
She doesn't want to see me either, Jack.
(chuckles)
(Jack) Can we go and get a proper drink?
(Alice) Oh, yeah.
Can we get five?
Yes, we can.
Okay.
(Alice) Okay, so we're 100 years old.
-(exhales) Well done us. -(Alice) Woo-hoo! (laughs)
And you're fine. You're like a field horse,
but I'm on the fade. What do we do?
(Jack breathes sharply)
We go for a walk and we have a fizzy drink
and we do what we did today, but in reverse.
We reminisce.
And you know how I would feel?
(Jack) No.
I would feel exactly the same as today
which is that because you're here, it's too soon.
It's too soon.
(exhales)
Do you think these hipsters are looking at us
thinking we've run out of things to say?
If they are, they are morons.
(smacks lips)
Maybe content is okay, eh?
(Jack) Why are you not angry, Alice?
(sighs)
Because I'm apoplectic.
Do you know what I thought when they first gave me
my diagnosis?
No.
I thought, "These people are thieves.
"They're thieves of time."
But, erm...
I don't want to spend the days that I've got left...
just being angry about the ones I'm not gonna have.
Jack?
Are you gonna be all right if I'm not one of these,
you know...
two-percenters?
No.
Are you?
Jack, I'm gonna be dead. I think, er...
Technically, I think dead's the opposite of all right.
-Yeah, yeah, sorry. (laughs) -(Alice chuckles)
Can I tell you a secret now?
Whatever happens...
I think we're gonna see each other again.
-You think so? -(Alice) Mm-hmm.
Do you think I'm absolutely crackers
for believing that?
-(Jack) No. -You don't think
it's like the desperate delusions of a...
nearly-expired human?
No.
Do you remember that first night that we met?
I do remember the first time we met, yeah.
(Alice) Do you remember what I asked you?
Yeah, you asked me fucking everything.
You asked me everything, all in a row, like this.
(Alice laughs)
Do you remember when I asked you if you were religious?
(Jack) Mm-hmm.
I asked you back. You never answered.
-So, are you religious now? -(Alice) No!
May... I mean...
maybe, I don't know.
I mean, it's hard to find proof, isn't it?
-(chuckles) -(Jack) Mm.
(sighs)
But I think there are hints.
You're saying you've had a hint?
I am saying that, yeah.
And what was the hint?
I'm looking at him.
(phone ringing)
That's Paul's ring.
(laughs nervously)
Just take... Go on, take it.
-Do you want the same again? -Oh, yeah, please, yeah, thanks.
(ringing continues)
-Paul. -(Paul) Oh, it's you.
I thought you'd be on a plane. I was expecting to leave a message.
No. Do you, er...
Do you have news?
No, mate. I'm sorry. Er...
I was just calling to tell you we're through the first
hundred-million candidates. I was just keeping you apprised.
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
But, look, a hundred million down, but billions to go.
So, this is only the first
of approximately 17,000 phone calls.
(Jack) She wouldn't want this, Paul.
What?
And it's not gonna work, is it?
We should spend her time more wisely.
(sighs) Stop it.
Go back to the other projects.
Stand down.
Are you sure?
(Jack) Yeah.
(sombre piano music playing)
Okay.
-(Alice) Just in time. -(exhales)
Thank you.
(exhales)
-To us. -(Jack) Mm.
(glasses clinking)
(music concludes)