It's a madhouse. David!
Is that the water running?
Where in God's heaven is he?
Mum, David's been on for an hour straight.
He's so cool.
Is that you, doctor?
There's no more hot water, Sylvia. Where does it go?
David, I want you to meet someone.
There's no more hot water, Sylvia.
It's all gone. All gone. All gone.
Where does it go?
Who can say? I don't know. Where does hot water go?
Gillian--Gillian's a very dear friend of mine.
Oh, a friendly doctor.
I'm pleased to meet you, David.
She's not a doctor.
Oh, not a doctor, sweet Sylvia. Not a doctor.
She's an astrologer.
A specialist. A heart surgeon.
She's from Sydney.
Oh, an open heart surgeon. Don't be ridiculous.
I'm ridiculous. I'm ridiculous. Aren't l...
Gillian. Gillian, that's it.
If your lucky, Gillian might do your chart for you.
Oh, would she, Sylvia? Would she?
Won't you, Gillian?
Of course I will, David.
What sort of chart, Sylvia?
An astrological chart.
Oh, the stars. The stars. I love the stars.
Astronomical variations. The planets.
Oh, the planets. Mustn't forget the planets. Of course, Mercury and Neptune and so forth.
The music of the spheres. If music be the food of love.
Very gastronomical, isn't it, Gillian? Oh, the food of love, it is, Gillian.
What's he like when he gets to know you better?
So, what does he do?
Oh, he's an investment advisor. That's how I met him.
Oh, so far so good. How serious is it?
Oh! Oh, come on, Gills. On a scale of one to ten.
I'll take that as a ten.
When's the happy day?
God, you know me. I hate to rush into things.
I won't kiss you.
Oh, darling, oh.
翠西 翠西 翠西
Oh, Trish, Trish, Trish, Trish.
Oh, lovely, gorgeous hair.
Blondes have more fun, don't they? They have more fun. 'Course they do. 'Course they do.
There you are, doctor.
Got to go to my room. Got to go to my room.
Oh, goodnight, Lucy. Oh, juicy Lucy...
Mind if I come in?
Oh, hello, doctor. Entree. Entree.
Where will I put these? Oh, sorry.
It's not your fault. Not your fault.
lt--it's amazing. lt just seems to be getting bigger.
It's amazing what you find, isn't it,
when you're not even looking. But there he is. There he is.
Roger, Roger, Roger, Roger.
Oh, Roger Woodward.
Oh, Roger, Roger. Yeah, he's--he's a winner. He's a winner.
You've got one going already.
He's a big hit. He's a big hit.
Oh, one's more than enough.
Yeah, I really loved your playing.
Did you? Did you? It was all right?
Oh, do you write music as well?
Oh, no, 1-2-3, oh, that's the Rach 3.
It started out being a letter.
Oh, that, Gillian. I think--I think it was. I think so. It seems to be true.
"Dear Professor Cecil, Royal College--"
Of Music. Royal College of Music.
It's a mystery. It's a mystery.
Well, he only had one arm, you see? lt was a stroke. Poor thing.
Yeah, poor, poor pussycat. Poor, poor pussycat.
He was...his paw was damaged beyond repair. He wasn't able to do a thing with it.
He was a sad, sad pussycat. He was--he was damaged.
And it was just bad luck really, wasn't it?
I'm not damaging you, am I?
Oh, not at all.
What's the matter, David?
Oh, the matter. The matter, the matter.
Oh, it started out being-- but it's a blank. It's a blank.
It was all--it was all such a long, time ago, Gillian.
And that's the story, what can you do?
lnexpressible. lnexplicably inexpressible.
To--to express the inexplicable.
Well, why don't you tell me what you want to say?
Oh, why not? Why not? What don't I want to say?
Oh, that's a hard one.
No, it's not hard at all. Look, d-e-a-r, dear--
That's it. That's it. That's it. Dear--dear--dear.
Deary me. Deary me. -Cecil? Cecil was Parkes. Cecil was Parkes.
Dear Mr. Parkes.
He touched the soul of Sergei Vasilievitch himself
with the Rach 3 in D minor.
So that wasn't too bad, was it? It's a hard piece for elephants--elephantine.
Dear Mr. Parkes...
It was such a long time ago. Such a long time, you know?
It has been such a long time. Such a long time.
And l--and I hope-- hope, Gillian. How does that sound? Is that all right?
It sounds pretty good to me.
Ah, and I hope you remember me and the Rach 3.
I'm--I'm feeling much better again now.
I'm feeling much better again, aren't I?
Yeah, and--and I've started playing again.
Well done, Roger. Oh, yeah! Oh!
That was good.
Smile, David. Smile, David.
I am, Sylvia.
At the camera, here.
Time to go.
Oh, well, what can you do?
David, look on the bright side. The bright side. The silver lining.
You'll see Gillian again one day.
Yes, life goes on.
It does. lt does-- is that what it does?
Yes, of course it does.
David, she has to go.
Oh, yeah, little wrigglies to look after.
Oh, hardly. No, my kids are all grown up.
It's just little old me.