Off Piste Page #7

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weren't you, Stanley?

I've heard it's a

beautiful place.

- Yeah. it is.

- And do you have a

big family, Well?

- To be honest, I haven't

got much family left.

- Oh, that's a shame.

- What is the

reason you're here?

- Um, I'm having a bit of

a break from my boyfriend.

- On.

- We needed some time

apart and the Alps seemed

as good a place as

any to clear my head.

- Well, relationships

can be very tricky

to get right sometimes.

You can often feel

like running away.

- Oh, I'm not running.

I just needed some time.

- Looks like you're running.

- Stanley.

- No, he has a fair point.

I just needed some time alone.

- Well, would you

pop up and fetch

that camera we found

in the wardrobe?

- Yeah, of course I will, Mary.

- You make an old

lady very happy.

- Do you really have to do this?

- Stanley.

She's a young woman on her

own in a strange country

and she's obviously

been through a lot.

- Yeah, well, we all have.

- Why are you being so

hostile towards her?

- I'm just not ready

to make friends yet.

My mind is all over the place.

- Could you at least try?

This is a happy night.

Not everything

has to make sense.

- Got it.

- Oh, wonderful.

Let me show you.

Where are you now, Stanley?

- Here.

- Oh, there you are.

- Are you ready?

- Hang on, you've got

to be in this too.

- Well, I can't set it to

take an automatic photo.

It's too old.

- No, no, you just hold it

out and turn it towards us.

- Okay.

Great.

All smile.

(camera snaps)

- That's it.

Could I have it please?

- It will take a minute.

- MARY:
This is

where we'll put it.

How is it?

- It's perfect.

- Yes, it is.

(soft classical music)

Will you lead, son?

Today has been special.

I really wish your father

was hereto share it.

- So dol.

- I know how hard it's been

for you looking after me

when you have your own

life to worry about,

but I want you to know

there's never been

a moment when I

haven't appreciated it.

And out of everything,

if I could choose to

see anything again,

just once, I would

see your face.

My son.

My beautiful boy.

But I'm being rude.

I should let you dance

with the lovely Well.

- Oh, no, I'm not sure.

- Well, I wasn't asking.

- STANLEY:
No, no,

no, no, no, no, mother.

This isn't a good idea.

- Stanley'!

- Mother, no!

I'm not dancing anymore.

- Fine.

I'll do the washing up.

- STANLEY:
Mother.

- If you want to be discourteous

to our guest, then so be it.

- STANLEY:
Let me do it.

' No!

You always do it.

It's only fair that

I do it this time.

- No, don't.

Please, leave it.

I'm sorry about that.

- No. it's fine.

What?

- It's nothing.

- No really, what is it?

- Your wrists.

- I don't quite see what

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