DMrs. Dudley
[admonishing Olivia] If you're worried about your children, you don't let anyone tell you what you're feeling is wrong. You don't let anyone tell you to relax, especially someone who didn't carry those souls in their core - feel them growing. Stand firm between the world out there and these little souls, because the world out there has teeth, and it is hungry, and it is stupid, and it eats and eats mindlessly. It doesn't care that they're innocent. You listen to your gut. Hold the door. Even if it makes them hate you.
I feel a little clearer just now. We have.
All of us have. Wouldn't have changed anything. I need you to know that.
So many times and we didn't know it. All of us.
A stomach. We have. All of us have.
I don't think she can hear us.
So many times and we didn't know it.
All right, we need to get Luke out of here, we need to get him to a hospital - I don't get it.
All this time we tried to get into this room and now we can't get the fuck out.
I feel like I've been here before.
We have. All of us have. So many times and we didn't know it. All of us. I feel a bit clearer now. Everything's been out of order. Time, I mean. I thought for so long that time was like a line, that... that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they... fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning... and the end. But I was wrong. It's not like that at all. Our moments fall around us like rain. Or... snow. Or confetti. You were right. We have been in this room. So many times and we didn't know. All of us. Mom says... that a house is like a body... and that every house... has eyes. And bones. And skin. And a face. This room is like the heart of the house. No, not a heart, a stomach. It was your dance studio, Theo. It was my toy room. It was a reading room for mom. A game room for Steve. A family room for Shirley. A treehouse. But it was always the Red Room. It put on different faces so that'd we'd be still and quiet. While it digested. I'm like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster. And the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.
I don't- I don't know how to do this without you.
I learned a secret. There's no without. I am not gone. I'm scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow. There's so much I want to say to you all.
I'm so sorry our last words were in anger.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't... answer the phone.
But you did. So many times.
I'm sorry if I didn't listen, and I'm sorry...
It wouldn't have changed anything. I need you to know that. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti.
How long has it been since you were here?
Longer than I intended. It was too hard to see you here, this way. But I still had you with me.
Oh, love. That wasn't me, that was just you. What were you doing all this time away?
I was holding a door. Holding a door closed. I had my back against it, and my arms out wide, because I knew there were monsters in the other side and they wanted what was left of our family. And I held it so hard, I didn't have arms left for the kids. The monsters got through anyway.
Fear. Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. But so, it seems, is love. Love is the relinquishment of logic. The willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it but we cannot meet it halfway. Without it, we cannot continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. Hill House, not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within. It has stood for a hundred years and might stand a hundred more. Within, walls continue upright, bricks meet neatly, floors are firm and doors are sensibly shut. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House and those who walk there walk together.
[First lines of the series]
(watching TV) That Sidney Potter's a good actor, ain't he Rodney? He was marvellous in Guess Who's Coming to Dinner.
Yeah knock out Grandad. Sidney Potter?
Yeah, you know him. Always plays the black fella.
[They continue to argue until Del walks in.]
Del. How do you pronounce that fella's name on the telly? Sidney Poitier or Potter?
Personally, I'd pronounce it Harry Belafonte, but you two please yourselves.
I grafted 19 or 20 hours a day to put groceries on that table, alright it wasn't always double legal but you ate the finest food that was going.
All you use to give me was TV dinners or convienience food, if it wasn't frozen or dehydrated we didn't eat it. If you had been in charge of The Last Supper it would have been a takeaway!
Well anything was better than the salmonella and chips that Grandad used to knock up!
[Del and Rodney are at The Nag's Head, and Del notices Trigger]
Ah, there he is. Oi, Trigger?! (gestures and Trigger comes over) Here. You know my brother, don't you, eh? [points at Rodney]
Yeah, course I do. (to Rodney) How you going, Dave? (Trigger and Rodney shake hands; to Del) Sorry I'm late, Del Boy. I had to pop round me sister's to sort out an alibi for next Thursday. (to barmaid) Joycie! (he goes over to the bar as Del drinks)
(quietly) Why do they call him Trigger? Does he carry a gun?
No. It's 'cause he looks like a horse.
