The Hours

"Dearest, I feel certain

"that I am going mad again.

"I feel we can't go

"through another

of these terrible times,

"and I... shan't

"recover this time.

"I begin to hear voices,

and can't concentrate.

"So, I am doing

what seems to be

"the best thing to do.

"You have given me

"the greatest possible

happiness.

"You have been in every way

"all that anyone could be.

"I know

that I am spoiling your life,

"and without me,

you could work.

"And you will,

"I know.

"You see, I can't

even write this properly.

"What I want to say

is that I owe

"all the happiness

of my life to you.

"You have been entirely patient

with me...

"and

"incredibly good.

"Everything's gone

"from me but the certainty

"of your goodness.

"I can't go on

spoiling your life any longer.

"I don't think two people

could have been happier

"than we have been.

Virginia."

Good morning, Doctor.

Mr. Woolf.

No worse, I think.

I see.

The main thing is to keep her

where she is, and calm.

Friday, then.

Good morning, Leonard.

Good morning, Virginia.

How was your sleep?

Uneventful.

The headaches?

No. No headaches.

Doctor seemed pleased.

That's all from this morning?

Yes. This young man

has submitted his manuscript.

I've found three errors of fact

and two spelling mistakes,

and I'm not yet on page four.

Have you had breakfast?

Yes.

Liar.

Virginia, it's not

my insistence.

It's your own doctor's.

I'm going to send

Nelly up with some fruit

and a bun.

Right. Lunch, then.

Proper lunch,

husband and wife

sitting down together...

soup, pudding

and all.

By force if necessary.

Leonard, I believe

I may have a first sentence.

Work, then.

Then you must eat.

Mrs. Dalloway said...

she would buy the flowers...

herself.

"Mrs. Dalloway said

she would buy the flowers

herself."

Sally, I think I'll buy

the flowers myself.

What?

What flowers?

Oh, sh*t. I forgot.

You're never going

to be a big boy

if you don't eat

your breakfast.

You're going to be

the big brother.

It's a very important job.

Happy birthday.

- Morning, honey.

- Oh, Dan.

Roses on your own birthday.

You're too much.

Really.

He'll eat it

now that you're here.

It's your birthday.

You shouldn't be out

buying me flowers.

Well, you were still sleeping.

So?

Well, we decided

it would be better

if we let you sleep in

a little, didn't we?

Morning, bug.

You need to rest, Laura.

You're only four months away.

Dan, don't.

I'm fine.

I'm just tired.

I've been telling him

he's got to eat his breakfast.

That's true.

So, it's a beautiful day.

What are you two going

to be doing with it?

We've got our plans,

don't we?

What plans?

Hmm...

Well, it wouldn't

be much of a party,

would it, if I told you

every detail in advance?

Well, I better just stop

asking questions then, huh?

That the time?

I better get going.

Have a good day.

You, too.

Dan, happy birthday.

Oh, thank you.

You need to finish

your breakfast.

Oh, I'm going to make a cake.

That's what I'm going to do.

I'm going to make the cake

for Daddy's birthday.

Mommy, can I help?

Can I help make the cake?

Of course you can, sweet pea.

I'm not going to do

anything without you.

No, of course.

You have to come.

Of course.

Well, I always wanted you

and everybody involved

in the actual ceremony.

I don't know.

Around 60.

Well, it will.

It'll mean so much.

The whole occasion.

It's the least I can do

to have a nice dinner

and say thank you

to everybody.

You've done so much for him.

Oh, I take that as a yes.

He'll be thrilled.

Oh, my God.

I'm thrilled.

Oh, good.

What if nobody comes?

This is Clarissa Vaughan.

Yes, I am just confirming

that you're sending a car

to pick me up first.

Yeah.

- Hi, Clarissa.

- Hi, can't talk.

And then we're

going over to 679 Hudson,

which is at 9th and 14th.

Then you will take me uptown

and you will wait for us.

And it'll be over at seven.

Flowers!

What a beautiful morning.

Hi, Clarissa.

How are you?

I'm having a party.

My friend Richard's won

the Carruthers.

Well, that's just terrific...

if I knew what it was.

It's a poetry prize

for a life's work.

It's the most prestigious.

For a poet,

it's the best you can do.

Oh, very good.

So, what would you like?

The lilies are perfect.

No. Too morbid.

Hydrangeas, I think.

And, um...

Oh, oh, let's just have

buckets of roses.

And... I think I'm going

to take these with me.

Rodney?

Okay.

Thank you.

I actually tried

to read Richard's novel.

You did?

Oh, I know. It's not easy.

I know.

It did take him

ten years to write.

Maybe it just takes

another ten to read.

It's you, isn't it?

What is?

In the novel,

isn't it meant to be you?

Oh, I see.

Yeah.

Sort of.

I mean, in a way.

You know, Richard's a writer.

That's what he is.

He uses things

which actually happen.

Yeah.

And years ago,

he and I were students.

That's true.

But, you know,

then he changes things.

Oh, sure.

I don't mean in a bad way.

It's more like...

he makes them his own.

A woman's whole life...

in a single day,

just one day...

and in that day,

her whole life.

This is what we need.

Shortening...

Mrs. Dalloway, it's you.

Yes, it's me!

Oh... It's me.

Come in.

Richard,

it's a beautiful morning.

How about we let in

a little more light?

Is it still morning?

Yes, it is.

Have I died?

Good morning, my dear.

Any visitors?

Yes.

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