Love of My Life Page #4

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in London and come home.

I've got to go to work because

the model has arrived

for the new project.

You're going to work?

Yeah.

Which goes to show what a little fuss

about nothing this all is.

Okay.

Go back to sleep.

Oh, Mom.

I brought dad with me.

Is that okay?

Yeah.

The more, the merrier.

Richard:
Hey.

Grace:
Right.

I'm off.

You're going to work?

Of course, I am.

I'm not the jerk who makes

loads of money writing

pretentious, self-serving lies about

someone I used to be married to.

Speaking of which,

I expect you to be gone

by the time I get home.

I have only written about our marriage

in my first novel.

Which won one of the

biggest prizes in the world.

It's still in print,

a modern classic.

They teach it in schools.

But nobody knew that was based on you.

The fragile but brilliant

hero's neurotic first wife

named Kelly?

As in Grace Kelly?

Everybody knew!

I don't have time for this in so many ways.

Richard, please,

let this be our final goodbye.

The man who makes dying

feel like an easier option.

[Door Slams]

You're not really going to work?

I am going to work.

Nah, you've got a secret life.

- A rendezvous with a lover.

- I've got a meeting at 10.

Jesus.

Is this really who you've become?

The kind of person that goes to the office

when they're dying?

I don't actually think I am dying.

Yeah, you know what, you may be,

and on Monday.

And, just look at you.

What? I-

I like my suit.

I'm not talking about your suit.

You're not afraid! Why not?

Don't tell me how I feel.

I always know how you feel.

[Chuckles]

The great genius at work.

How am I feeling now, Richard?

Do the words,

f*** you, come to mind?

And not in a good way.

You know, you're right.

We should've just done it then.

Done what?

This.

What are you doing?

Do you remember

when our marriage was falling apart,

we were walking down

some street in Islington,

and you started crying?

And you said that you didn't

want to be one of those

little people who gets

married and divorced,

and married and divorced,

you wanted to be a big person

with one great love,

and if we were gonna be

petty little people

with little lives then

why don't we just lie down

in the middle of the road

until some kind bugger ran over us and

put us out of our misery?

Did I ever really think

love was that important?

God, I was so young.

Love is that important.

Get up!

Don't do this!

I've only got four days to live,

and I don't have time to

save your worthless life.

Tom:
Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

Finish your breakfast.

I heard yelling.

Yeah, sure.

I'll see you tonight.

Yeah, okay.

I love you.

Tom:
Oh, Grace?

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