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(fly buzzing)
JENNIFER: Today we have Letitia Wright.
-JUNE (sighs): Amazing. -JENNIFER: Amazing.
-JUNE: I love her. -JENNIFER: Only the best.
JUNE: Amazing work.
(sighs) Beautiful.
JENNIFER: Tamara Lawrance.
(June exhales)
JENNIFER: Oh, my God. Nadine Marshall.
(heart beating)
JUNE: Jodhi May.
JENNIFER: Oh, my God. Treva Etienne.
JUNE (softly): Right.
JENNIFER: Michael Smiley.
(June chuckles, mutters)
JUNE: He always makes me smile.
-JENNIFER: Jack Bandeira. -JUNE: Amarah-Jae St. Aubyn.
BOTH: And introducing us...
Eva-Arianna Baxter and Leah Mondesir-Simmonds.
JUNE: Mm-hmm, amazing.
JENNIFER: They just sound totally amazing.
They're so wonderful.
JUNE: I know, I know.
BOTH: The Silent Twins.
(flies buzzing)
(Jennifer clears throat)
(sputters lips)
(clears throat)
(June hisses)
(feedback)
(radio static crackling)
(Jennifer blows into microphone)
Testing, testing, one, two, one, two.
(imitates radio tuning)
-(imitating drumroll) -(drum beating)
W... welcome
to Radio Gibbons, Gibbons,
G-G-G-G-Gibbons.
Gibbons, Gibbons,
-G-G-G-G-Gibbons. -♪ Have a nice day. ♪
It's 5:00 p.m.
We're your hosts, June and Jennifer,
and you're joining us for...
BOTH: The Living Facts of Life.
Today we'll be discussing how to handle a divorce.
Yes, separations are very tough.
Difficult, but possible to do while keeping your head high.
Even if you've married a Scorpio.
No, no, don't do that.
Next time, consider a Libra.
They're polite and considerate people.
(sighs heavily)
The suffering of men.
Men are dazzled by us and think women are their superiors.
(sighs)
They get caught up in a painful web of hurt
filled with anger and desperation.
Perhaps it will help you to remember
that men hate women but cannot live without them.
It's possible to love someone so much
you can't stand her
and, at the same time, to want her dead.
I suppose love can also be destruction.
-Moving on. Let's take a break. -♪ 1987. ♪
BOTH: With "Hot Love" by T. Rex.
Coming at you this fine Monday afternoon.
(upbeat intro begins playing)
(volume increases)
♪ Well, she's my woman of gold ♪
♪ And she's not very old, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ Well, she's my woman of gold ♪
♪ And she's not very old, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ I don't mean to be bold ♪
♪ A-but a-may I hold your hand? ♪
(speaks indistinctly under music)
♪ Well, she ain't no witch ♪
-JENNIFER: Yeah. -♪ And I love the way she twitch ♪
♪ Ah, ha, ha ♪
-♪ Well, she ai... ♪ -(knocking on door)
-(song stops) -(phone ringing in distance)
(knocking on door)
Dinnertime.
(tape spool whooshing)
(breathing softly)
(whispering): You lost.
(whispering): No, I didn't.
Yes, you did.
-No, I didn't. -Yes, you did.
You moved.
JENNIFER: I win.
You lose.
Liar.
I did not move.
You lost.
(tape spool whooshing)
JIMMY YOUNG (over radio): ...competition.
The, uh, details were Fleetwood Mac
from the album Fleetwood Mac with "I'm So Afraid."
Let's call in our T-shirt winner, uh, Geoff Waller...
(continues indistinctly)
JENNIFER (whispers): You'll never find joy
if you want to be alone.
JUNE (whispers): You will never find joy
if you want to be alone.
AUBREY: I'm home. Everybody all right?
GLORIA: Aubrey, so, help yourself to dinner.
I'm changing Rosie.
AUBREY: How was your day, girls? Huh?
-How was school? -GLORIA: David. Greta.
-AUBREY: Good? -GLORIA: Come down here.
DAVID: Yeah, all right, coming.
We'll have a nice dinner today, huh?
Right, let's get the plates.
(Aubrey grunts)
GLORIA: All of your food, okay, girls?
(phone ringing)
David, you want to get the phone?
GLORIA: Sweetheart, you want some peas? Yes?
-You want some peas, eh, darling? -DAVID: Hello?
-Greta, do you want some peas? -GRETA: No, thank you.
GLORIA: Mummy feed you some peas today. Okay.
(David speaking indistinctly nearby)
You got homework today, girls?
Hmm?
No?
I didn't hear an answer.
Greta, come on.
They need to get their heads bashed together.
(Gloria speaks quietly)
(wind whistling)
♪ ♪
CHILDREN: One times six is six.
Two times six is 12.
Three times six is 18.
Four times six is 24.
(bell ringing)
(chattering)
-BOY: You stupid or what? -Boo.
(chattering continues)
Swallow it.
♪ ♪
(low chattering)
DR. REES: We're done, Catherine Jenkins.
Run along.
Next up, please.
Do you think you could keep a stiff upper lip for me?
Just one.
Are you very scared?
What about you?
Are you scared?
Dr. Rees feels this issue goes beyond the school's help.
Please understand, I have 1,500 students.
My hands are full dealing with the ones who are trouble.
I can't do much about the ones who don't communicate.
We didn't do nothing to the babies.
-They were perfect. -AUBREY: Mm.
They giggled.
They spoke to me,
and then it was just less and less, you know.
But nothing happened.
Nothing bad happened.
You're originally from Barbados?
Yes. Um... the RAF moved us to Britain.
I am an air traffic controller.
Oh.
AUBREY: We were told,
keep them in a normal school, Mr. Davis.
Adolescence will resolve this.
They need a good education.
They need to be in school.
They speak all the time in the bedroom.
They're just shy, you know.
DAVIS: Mrs. Gibbons, please.
They won't get on in a proper school
if they don't speak English.
We will move the girls into special education.
We'll get them to talk yet.
(low chatter)
Come along.
Girls, come on.
It's a fresh start.
(departing footsteps)
TIM: Hello, June. Hello, Jennifer.
My name is Tim Thomas.
I'm your teacher.
Okay.
I've recorded some questions here,
and I've left enough space for you to answer.
But if you don't want to answer my questions
or you don't think my questions are very good,
you're very, very welcome to shout at me,
"Mr. Thomas, your questions are rubbish."
Okay?
(tape whirring)
I'll close the door.
TIM (over tape): What do you think of your new school?
(door closes)
Do you have any hobbies?
♪ ♪
Do you like cats?
What kind of music do you listen to?
What do you like doing during your free time?
How would you describe your personalities?
(excited chattering)
BOY: Oi.
(chattering continues)
♪ ♪
(bell ringing)
(both sigh)
(children chattering in distance)
(tape whirring)
TIM (over tape): What is your favorite subject?
Which do you like better, sunshine or rain?
Jennifer, June, have you ever had a pet?
BOTH (whispering): Inky, Pinky, Perkins and Polly.
Two little parrots who were very jolly.
Then Perkins died, and poor Polly cried.
Poor little Perkins and Polly.
Inky, Pinky, Perkins and Polly.
Two little parrots who were very jolly.
Then Perkins died, and poor Polly cried.
Poor little Perkins and Polly.
-(fly buzzing) -(parrots squawking)
JENNIFER: Once, there were two parrots
who were brought up to live in a zoo.
Every day, people would come to the zoo
-and see the parrots. -(inquisitive grunting)
-(inquisitive squawking) -Sometimes the parrots
would mock the talking people,
and sometimes they would actually
have a conversation between themselves.
(squawking)
The people would stand there
-nearly all day -(buzzing)
-listening to the parrots' conversation. -(baby crying)
-The people thought it was a bit weird -(parrots crying)
for two parrots to talk as well as humans did.
The parrots, whose names were Polly and Perkins,
often talked of how they longed
to get back to their native land.
Sometimes they would ask the watchers
to open the cage doors and let them out.
The people would often laugh
-(giggling) -and think the parrots were kidding.
Some of the children who were watching
asked their parents
if they could take the parrots home with them.
(squawking)
Sometimes, before the parents had time to answer,
one parrot would kindly say...
JUNE: "We're not for sale. We're not for sale."
And the other parrot would say the same.
JUNE: "We're not for sale. We're not for sale."
"I am a very, very big man, and I'm coming to get you."
"No, you're not.
You're not taking us anywhere."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not. Go away, go away, go away."
"It'll taste very, very, very good."
(diabolical laughter)
JUNE: "No, you're not gonna eat us.
We're not tasty."
JENNIFER: "I will take you." (diabolical laughter)
-(squawking) -JUNE: "No. Go away, go away.
"Don't take us. Don't take us away.
No, no, no, no. No."
(squawking)
"I want to have their liver for 300 pounds,
"and then your heart will only be one pound,
"and I'll eat it.
And it will be nice, tasty and warm."
(diabolical laughter)
(horse snorting)
♪ ♪
JENNIFER (whispers): I move, you follow.
JUNE: I follow, you move.
JENNIFER: You move, I move.
-(horse snorts) -JUNE: I follow, you move.
Girls, you're doing beautifully.
JENNIFER: You, me, we, I.
Follow me else you die.
-(horse whinnying) -(June grunts)
(woman shouts)
-TIM: Come on. -WOMAN: Oh, Jenny.
Jennifer, why did you do that?
-You all right? -TIM: Are you okay?
Jennifer, why did you do that?
Look, I'll get straight to the point.
If there's something you want to communicate to me,
you best say it now.
(sighs)
You see, I...
I think you might be a bad influence on each other.
It might be an idea to...
split you up for a while.
One of you can go to Dr. Floyd's residential unit,
which isn't far from here,
then the other one can stay here.
What do you think?
♪ ♪
(Tim sighs heavily)
Are you going to say anything?
Okay. I, uh...
I'll leave the room...
and let both of you work out who goes where.
All right?
I'll just be out here.
TIM: I'm giving them a few minutes.
(woman speaks indistinctly)
(Jennifer breathing heavily)
(grunting)
JUNE: I hate you!
(woman exclaims)
WOMAN: Oh, my God.
(June cries out)
JENNIFER: You are nobody! You are Jennifer!
-You are me! -Girls. Girls, stop.
("Winter Dance" by John Ashton Thomas & Tracey Mathias plays)
♪ It's so silent and still... ♪
GLORIA: You'll be home again before you know it, June.
♪ ♪
(car door closes)
(car door opens, closes)
♪ ♪
JENNIFER (whispers): Together forever and ever.
Together forever in silence.
You and me.
Me and you.
♪ ♪
(chattering)
♪ ♪
Come on, June.
JENNIFER: Do it for you.
Do it for we.
Do it for me.
Do it for us.
Please.
♪ ♪
(thudding)
-MAN: Oi! -WOMAN: Jennifer!
-Jennifer, stop! -Jennifer, stop!
(man and woman grunting)
(Jennifer screaming)
-(screaming continues) -MAN: Hey, hey.
Hey, come here now.
-(Tim sighs heavily) -MAN: Hey, calm down.
-(Jennifer screaming, yelling) -WOMAN: Come back.
(man speaks indistinctly)
(turns off engine)
(sighs)
(door opens)
TIM: I've brought June home.
(door creaks)
AUBREY: Okay.
(footsteps approaching)
(door closes)
♪ ♪
(whines softly)
-(whining) -(scratching at door)
(footsteps approaching)
(hinges creaking)
JENNIFER: ♪ Dashing through the snow ♪
♪ On a one-horse open sleigh ♪
♪ O'er the fields we go ♪
♪ Laughing all the way, ruf, ruf, ruf. ♪
-("Jingle Bells" playing in other room) -Oh.
Merry Christmas, puppy.
Everyone's coming over.
I want us to sit with them.
Eat with them.
What do you think?
We have to choose the right moment.
(doorbell ringing)
-(happy chattering) -("Jingle Bells" playing)
-Gloria, that one look great, man. -Okay.
-Hey, Greta, go and put the... -David, bring the juice.
Mark, you put the presents over there.
Come through there. Let's see the baby, man.
-Let's see the baby. -Oh...
Ah, look at her, huh? Just look at her.
-It's all I do. -Come here, look at the baby.
-I can't stop staring. -Come and see the family, man.
Beautiful, huh? Look at that.
This one.
Should I put the presents under the tree or on the table?
-On the table. -Okay.
And...
...the baby might be vegetarian, but I made her a turkey.
Is that okay?
JUNE: Yeah.
JENNIFER: And, and then there's the family.
So... there's a mummy...
...daddy, Lucy, Suzie
and Thelma crazy.
So we walk into the living room and we say...
BOTH: Merry Christmas.
Said it a bit slow, but I'll keep up with you.
Okay, a bit faster, then.
BOTH: Merry Christmas.
Why don't you pop upstairs and show the twinnies the baby?
I know they'd love to hold her.
What have they been doing all day
now that school's done with them?
-Oh, music. -("We Wish You a Merry Christmas" playing)
Reading.
You know.
So, the same.
No. No. (chuckles)
Take her up.
In fact, I think they made her some dolls.
GLORIA: David, I'm missing a fork.
-♪ We won't go until we get some ♪ -DAVID: Just a minute.
♪ We won't go until we get some ♪
GLORIA: What the hell?
♪ So bring some out here... ♪
GLORIA: And bring the plates.
-The good ones. -DAVID: Okay, I'll bring them in.
-Hey. -(baby fussing)
Twinnies.
I've brought you Helen Marie.
JENNIFER AND JUNE: Merry Chris...
Merry Christmas.
I've brought you Helen Marie.
You can hold her if you like.
Mummy said you made her a gift.
June?
Jennifer, what's in your hand?
Is it for Helen Marie?
It's nice.
I'm trying.
You could at least say something.
Really?
You've been a burden on me all my life.
An embarrassment to the family.
(scoffs)
You can rot in here.
In your filthy little room,
with your piles of crumpled paper
and your bits of half-eaten food.
This is the last time I make an effort.
I'm done.
Mark, we're leaving.
-We're leaving. -GLORIA: What happened?
-Did the twinnies say something? -We're leaving.
GRETA: Yeah, Mum.
They said, "Merry Christmas.
Peace on Earth. We love you so much."
(Aubrey sighs)
No...
GLORIA: Oh, Lord Jesus.
(Gloria crying)
AUBREY: Don't cry. It's all right.
It's all right. It's okay.
(over TV): ♪ And man will live forevermore ♪
♪ Because of Christmas Day ♪
("Mary's Boy Child" by Boney M. playing)
♪ Long time ago in Bethlehem ♪
♪ So the Holy Bible says ♪
♪ Mary's boy child Jesus Christ ♪
♪ Was born on Christmas Day ♪
♪ Hark, now hear the angels sing ♪
♪ A king was born today ♪
♪ And man will live forevermore ♪
♪ Because of Christmas Day... ♪
(music fades)
JENNIFER: After Christmas, black clouds hang over
the Pallenberg family.
-JUNE: Beep. -John Delroy Pallenberg
is a surgeon whose wife, Michelle Delroy Pallenberg,
has already lost two babies from a congenital heart defect.
Unfortunately, their latest child, Wayne Shane,
is diagnosed as having the same heart condition
and given only two weeks to live.
Dr. Pallenberg decides on heroic measures
to save his child.
"Michelle, we both want the baby to live, don't we?"
Michelle nodded her head.
-"Yes, John, we do." -(dog panting)
"And so Bobby is going to do it for us
"because without that possibility
our son is going to die."
Michelle for a while gazed down at Bobby,
his large brown eyes seeming strangely concerned
-as though he had perceived something shrewdly, -(whines)
curiously.
The room took on the presence of a heavy hush,
accompanied by the shadowed whispers of a growing secret.
JUNE: The Writing School.
"A correspondence course in creative writing
"will not only improve your writing style
but help you sell your stories."
Jenny.
Wait, wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on.
JUNE: It says 89 pounds enrollment fee.
Well, how are we gonna afford that?
Says, "In order to qualify for the course,
"what not to write about.
"Editors as a class dislikes drunkards,
"lunatics, drug addicts,
"prostitutes and authors,
"crippled or deformed key characters,
"unpleasant children,
"adolescents who smoke and drink.
"Other editorial dislikes are mental homes,
"serious or incurable diseases.
Funerals are also a taboo."
We could do that.
(machine whirring)
(printer whirring)
WOMAN: Social Security number, name and address.
(paper rustling)
And here's your benefit.
(pen scratching on paper)
Look.
Old Julie's outside,
spying on us again.
(pen scratching on paper)
Yeah, I can see you see me.
Keep walking.
Love of your life is here, Jenny. Postman.
JENNIFER: Has he got a package?
-Jenny, look. -Did it arrive?
Yeah.
(both laughing softly)
BOTH: The Art of Conversation.
JENNIFER: Open it, open it.
-How do you open it? -Um...
Push and lift.
(gasping)
We're writers now.
-(sighs): We're writers now. -Yes.
It says they accept our application
with a 33% discount
and we are both student 8201.
Our first assignment is due in four weeks' time.
Gonna need more ink.
(typewriter keys clacking)
(typewriter clacking continues)
JUNE (slowly): What can be happening to me today?
I feel as though I'm swimming in a pool;
by the sea washing up to touch my feet,
I taste the sweet smell of salt;
salt water running in between my toes,
salt water running from my eyes,
to touch my cold and papery hands...
(typewriter clacking continues)
What can be happening to me;
I can reach out and touch the stars;
I can see Jupiter, Venus;
I can see the galaxy
And then I spot the earth
and see a missing space;
my missing space.
♪ ♪
(thunder rumbling, rain pouring)
JENNIFER: They're all rejections.
All of them.
My second rejection from Fontana.
And the BBC says they won't read your play
because they don't know you.
Course they don't want our stories, Jenny.
In order to write a good book, you need to feel it.
(thunder rumbling in distance)
You have to be inspired.
Or feel something more than this.
Need love.
Need romance.
("Hot Love" by T. Rex intro playing)
♪ Well, she's my woman of gold ♪
♪ And she's not very old, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ Well, she's my woman of gold ♪
♪ And she's not very old, ah, ha, ha ♪
-Let me see. -♪ I don't mean to be bold ♪
♪ A-but a-may I hold your hand? ♪
♪ Well, she ain't no witch ♪
♪ And I love the way she twitch, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ Well, she ain't no witch ♪
♪ And I love the way she twitch, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ I'm a labor of love in my Persian gloves, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ Well, she's faster than most ♪
♪ And she lives on the coast, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ Well, she's faster than most ♪
♪ And she lives on the coast, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ I'm her twopenny prince ♪
♪ And I give her hot love, ah, ha, ha ♪
♪ Take it out on me, mama ♪
♪ ♪
-♪ Ow! ♪ -♪ ♪
♪ Ow! ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
(vocalizing)
♪ ♪
-(dog barking in distance) -(traffic passing nearby)
(grunts)
(traffic passing)
(birds chirping)
(latch clicks)
(traffic passing nearby)
(chair scrapes on floor)
(ocean waves crashing)
(seabirds squawking)
-Is this it? -I think so.
(grunting)
(metal clattering)
(seabirds squawking)
(wood jingling)
JENNIFER: So many breasts.
(Jennifer gasps)
June. Look.
(quietly): Wow.
(both inhaling deeply)
(Jennifer groans)
JENNIFER: He kept our cigarettes.
Look.
Oh, he's so romantic.
(inhales loudly)
My American lover.
("White Riot" by The Clash plays loudly over TV)
♪ White riot, a riot of my own ♪
♪ White riot, I want to riot ♪
♪ White riot, a riot of my own ♪
-♪ White riot ♪ -♪ I want to riot ♪
-♪ White riot ♪ -♪ A riot of my own ♪
-♪ White riot ♪ -♪ I want to riot ♪
-♪ White riot ♪ -♪ A riot of my own ♪
♪ Black man gotta lotta problems... ♪
(gate hinges creaking)
(brakes squeaking)
(dramatic music playing over TV)
(door opening)
(gasping)
JUNE: Jenny.
WOMAN: They're definitely, definitely dating.
-Yeah? -Yes, she told me.
-She told me... -(TV continues playing)
-MAN: Hey! Hey! -(both gasping)
-Hey! -(dramatic music plays over TV)
Hey!
Stop!
(dramatic music continues over TV)
(dramatic music intensifies)
MAN: Where do you two come from, the base?
WOMAN: They are scared, George.
Did you come around to see one of my boys?
My boys are genuine hell-raisers.
You know that, right?
(door opening)
(grunting)
Wayne! Fuck you, you massive shit.
Go suck a cock, asshole.
(chuckles): Whoa.
Wh-Wh...
What are you doing here?
WAYNE: Where have you been?
Did they kick you out of school, huh?
CARL: Hey.
You, uh, ever get high?
WAYNE: Hey, give that shit to me.
(punk rock music plays over stereo)
WAYNE: Take it. There you go.
Ready, Jennifer?
Come here. Don't be scared.
Breathe it in.
(inhales deeply)
(quietly): That's it.
Might loosen you up a bit.
Yeah, yeah.
That's it.
(soft, breathy laugh)
WAYNE: June.
You do the same.
-That's it. -(Jennifer coughing)
-Breathe it in. -(inhales deeply)
(music continues)
That's it.
-(Wayne chuckles) -(music slows and distorts)
You two are some crazy goddamn bitches.
-(inhales deeply) -(music fades)
Big breath, right.
("Your Yellow Pyjama" by Amanda Lear intro plays)
-All right? -(exhales)
Hmm?
(Wayne laughs)
WAYNE: I think she likes it.
♪ ♪
♪ Trying to remember ♪
♪ A bright summer day ♪
♪ Dancing on the blue sea ♪
♪ Like a child in the sun ♪
♪ How can I forget your smile ♪
♪ As you played in the sun? ♪
♪ The sun on your body... ♪
June was born at 8:00,
and I was born at 8:10.
Which is why I have a good, strong,
a good, strong Aries in me.
Under the Ram.
♪ Loving free, so exciting... ♪
She can also be really unpredictable,
just like an Aries.
-(June chuckles) -♪ Your yellow pyjama... ♪
I can't believe you can talk.
-(chuckles) -BOTH: Well, we can.
There's a lot of things we can do.
♪ Your yellow pyjama... ♪
-I'm a Libra. -(Jennifer gasps)
Of course.
-Of course he's a Libra. -Of course.
Tell me about me.
♪ The men that you really wanted and who got away ♪
What do the stars say?
♪ And then came another... ♪
Do they say that I have a huge cock?
(both laughing)
BOTH: No.
(laughing)
♪ You're going to want to live forever... ♪
(loud static rumbling)
-(static stops) -♪ ♪
♪ Because you're a woman ♪
♪ A woman who wants ♪
♪ A feeling of freedom ♪
♪ To try to understand... ♪
(song continues indistinctly)
(laughing)
(rain pouring)
(thunder rumbling)
(typewriter keys clacking)
♪ ♪
JUNE: The apartment was filled with the lonesome atmosphere
of a sleeping cemetery.
-(motor chugging) -The buzzing sound
coming from the refrigerator turned to a deep sigh
as Preston opened it to yank out a Pepsi-Cola can.
(soda can opens)
(Preston sighs heavily)
(soda fizzing)
The phone began to peal.
(phone ringing)
Preston stopped. His heart raced.
And anxiously, he thought about Peggy.
She was a million miles away.
(weakly): Hello?
PEGGY (staticky): Preston, is that you?
JUNE: Peggy's voice attacked his ears.
PEGGY (staticky): We're not leaving Malibu.
Are you listening?
I love you, and I can't go to San Francisco.
I've gotta tell you something, Preston.
We're not leaving Malibu.
Are you listening?
I love you, and I can't go to San Francisco.
JUNE: The pain deafened his eardrums.
He sank to the floor...
-(body thuds) -(Preston grunts)
...the phone crashing down beside him.
-(soda cans opening) -He was falling,
floating in an empty black tunnel,
like a rocket trapped in space.
-(soda fizzing) -A can of Pepsi-Cola
came twisting and turning towards him.
It crashed.
(typewriter roller clicking)
Just because you've had a burst of inspiration,
doesn't mean your book's going to be better than mine.
JUNE: You're just jealous of my focus.
You're a hack.
(typewriter keys clacking)
JENNIFER: Last night's dream...
(Jennifer speaking indistinctly)
(continues indistinctly)
JUNE (gasps): Wow.
Yes!
Jenny, New Horizon said they'll publish my book
for 80 pounds a month.
I'm gonna need a little bit of your dole.
Well, I need that money for my book
because it's going to be a knockout.
What do you mean?
You're writing a bunch of crap,
and no one's accepting it anyway.
Don't be rude!
Look, this is a big deal for me.
Read it. Look.
And what do I get out of it?
Well, when you actually get your book accepted,
I'll give you all my money, I swear.
Please.
(breathes deeply)
Yes!
Okay. First things,
we need to take professional photos.
All right? Come on. Smile.
(camera shutter clicks)
Let's go downstairs.
(door opens)
Perfect. Okay.
Make sure your face is like this.
-JENNIFER: To the side? -Yes, looking professional.
-Okay, but... -Gorgeous.
Yeah, but get that right angle
because I don't want to look fat.
Does my face look fat?
-Looking great. -Mm-hmm.
Smile.
(June sniffles)
JENNIFER: Okay.
No. No.
Oh, God, no.
-No, no, no. Terrible, no. -JUNE: I don't like these.
-JENNIFER: What am I doing there? -Look at this hair.
JENNIFER: What is that?
Why did you tell me to do that?
-The composition of this photo does not... -Oh, my God.
I should have been so much more serious about that diet.
JUNE: I've got spots. Look at that spot. There.
JENNIFER: Oh, no. I'm way too fat to find a publisher.
YOUNG (over stereo): And finally Michael Hyams,
from 11 Orchard Road, Dagenham in Essex.
Congratulations, gang.
And, uh, I must say, music lovers,
I think we've chosen his greatest performance ever,
Bob Dylan there, taken from the album Desire,
the one called...
("Put Your Love in Me" by Hot Chocolate plays)
♪ Put your love in me ♪
♪ Babe ♪
♪ I need you now and forever ♪
♪ Put your heart... ♪
(crickets chirping)
(dog barks in distance)
(owl hooting)
(indistinctly talking in house)
(Wayne humming)
(speaks indistinctly)
♪ ♪
(inhales)
(inhales deeply)
(Jennifer inhales)
WAYNE: Take it.
You stay there, Juney June.
Don't you move.
(car door opens, closes)
(gentle melody begins playing)
(insects chirring)
♪ Your hands ♪
♪ Caressing mine ♪
♪ Your mouth ♪
♪ Upon my mouth ♪
(sighs)
♪ Your eyes intense with longing ♪
♪ All over my, all over ♪
♪ All over mine ♪
-(Jennifer sighing) -♪ Innocent body ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la ♪
♪ Love is a bliss ♪
♪ Yes, it is ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, love is a bliss ♪
♪ Yes, it is. ♪
-(music stops) -(Wayne and June grunting)
JENNIFER: One of the best days of my sweet life.
I had sex before marriage.
There was lots of blood.
Sorry, God.
Your friend, Jenny.
(moans softly)
(moaning continues)
("Tainted Love" by Soft Cell playing over stereo)
WAYNE: Yeah.
Whoo. Whoo.
♪ ♪
Oh, you lucky girl.
It's your turn tonight, Juney June.
(softly): Yeah.
♪ ♪
(June chuckles)
♪ ♪
I know I still have you under my spell.
You think so?
(glass breaking, people laughing nearby)
Ah. (chuckles)
Yeah, you're more like me.
That's 'cause our souls are fiery and competitive.
We both have mysterious styles.
We can be partners in crime, Wayne.
Ah, are you gonna rob with me?
-Yes. -Yeah?
-Mm-hmm. -Mug people with me?
-Mm-hmm. -Yeah?
(people talking nearby)
(Wayne chuckles)
You look funny when you smoke.
You want to set fires with me?
-Yeah? -Of course.
Oh, yeah.
-(chuckles) -What? No, Wayne, don't...
-What's wrong? What's wrong? -Don't do that.
-Give it back. -You ready?
-Stop. No, no, no, don't! -(whooping, laughs)
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Whoo. June, you seeing this?
(Wayne chuckles)
June! (laughs)
♪ ♪
(seabirds squawking)
Don't look at me like that.
(grunting)
Get off me!
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(choking)
(continues choking)
♪ ♪
(Jennifer gasps, panting)
(softly): Sorry.
(cries softly)
Why did you do that?
I'm sorry.
(Jennifer crying)
-(crying) -I love you.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
I love you, too.
(both crying)
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry. I love you.
I love you so much. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
(crying)
(crying): I'm sorry.
I love you. I'm so sorry.
JUNE (crying): Don't let him treat you like that.
♪ ♪
(grand music playing over TV)
♪ ♪
MAN (over TV): They make their way back down the aisle
to the tumultuous welcome awaiting them
at the steps of St Paul's.
♪ ♪
And so, out into sunshine and bells and wild delight
as a palpable wave of affection and pride
wells out from the crowd.
(bells tolling)
(water sloshing)
♪ ♪
JENNIFER: Gone from our lives
like the tides from the shore.
JUNE: I've got no feeling for sex,
but I can't bear life without romance.
JENNIFER: We can't go back to the empty days
before we found love.
(Jennifer breathing rapidly)
♪ ♪
Were it matchsticks you stole?
(phone line ringing)
(ringing continues)
(Jennifer breathing rapidly)
JUNE: Hello?
MAN (over phone): Police, ambulance or fire?
JUNE: I'm calling 'cause we've got a confession to make.
What's your name?
We're gonna burn the whole of Haverfordwest down.
(man speaks indistinctly)
We don't mind going to prison.
MAN: What's your name?
What?
He wants to know our names.
Names are Wayne and Carl, that's our names.
JENNIFER: Wayne and Carl. Wayne...
Want to know where we live as well?
Want to know our fucking address?
Here's our fucking address!
(June screaming)
JENNIFER: Come, come, come.
(softly): Follow me.
This way.
(bird squawks)
There it is.
-JUNE: Watch the car. -(horn honking)
JENNIFER: Fuck you, asshole!
(softly): Jenny. Jenny.
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(yelling)
(alarm ringing)
(alarm continues ringing)
(clattering)
♪ ♪
(alarm continues ringing)
♪ ♪
(whooshing)
(alarm continues ringing)
(laughing softly)
(softly): Jenny.
♪ ♪
(alarm continues ringing)
♪ ♪
(breathing heavily)
WOMAN (over phone): Police, ambulance or fire?
JENNIFER (singsongy): Police, please.
(laughing)
I have a confession to make.
We burnt down a tractor store...
-(laughing) -...in Haverfordwest.
Yeah, we're here now.
JENNIFER: Catch us if you can.
MAN: Jennifer Lorraine Gibbons,
you are charged with the following counts.
You did jointly, with another,
enter a certain building, as a trespasser,
steal 25 pencils, one pair of headphones,
an electric clock, a pair of scissors,
and a carton of Play-Doh,
of a value together of 40 pounds and 50 pence.
Between the 15th and 18th of October 1981,
at Haverfordwest in the county of Dyfed,
did enter a certain building, as a trespasser,
steal therein drink and food items
to the value of five pounds and 24 pence.
And on the 20th day of October 1981,
without lawful excuse, damaged by fire a tractor store.
Jennifer Lorraine Gibbons,
how do you plead, guilty or not guilty?
(quietly): G-g-g-g...
COURT CLERK: And you, June Alison Gibbons,
have been charged on the same counts.
How do you plead, guilty or not guilty?
Uh, Dr. Hamilton, uh, thank you for attending court today.
Could you please tell the court your opinion
on how you found each of the defendants' state of mind
when you examined them?
And could you give the court
your recommendations that you have?
My professional opinion is that each defendant
suffers from a mental illness.
A psychopathic disorder, a subnormality of such a degree
to warrant their detention in a hospital
for medical treatment.
As such, admission has been arranged
for Broadmoor Hospital.
(shocked murmuring)
JUDGE: Does Broadmoor have facilities
that people of their age require?
It is not, not usual for persons so young
to come to Broadmoor.
Uh, however, I think compared to the remand centre,
Broadmoor offers a certain freedom and also therapy.
Uh, their treatment there
will consist of teaching them to speak.
And we maintain a sort of village-like atmosphere
at the hospital.
There are gardens.
Uh, we have, uh, hairdressers,
uh, beautiful bathrooms, and such.
Sports facilities for maintaining patients' fitness.
Oh, and, uh, we even have a swimming pool.
("Enigma" by Amanda Lear intro playing)
♪ ♪
♪ Give a bit of mmh to me ♪
♪ And I give a bit of mmh to you ♪
♪ Give a bit of mmh to me ♪
♪ And I give a bit of mmh to you ♪
♪ Duh, duh, duh, duh ♪
♪ And your eyes like a laser ♪
♪ Duh, duh, duh, duh ♪
♪ Every time cut me deeper ♪
-♪ Give a bit of mmh to me ♪ -♪ You're a mystery ♪
♪ And I give a bit of mmh to you ♪
♪ It's so confusing ♪
♪ Give a bit of mmh to me ♪
♪ You're a mystery ♪
♪ And I give a bit of mmh to you ♪
♪ Or am I dreaming? ♪
♪ Are you devil or angel? ♪
JUDGE: If that is your recommendation, Dr. Hamilton,
then regarding the information we have as to
their tendencies to be dangerous to themselves
and to each other mutually,
and in view of the difficulty of the prognosis,
would you recommend that the order I make
shall be without limit of time?
Yes.
(shocked murmuring)
GLORIA: They giving the twinnies a life sentence?
Eh?
♪ ♪
(clanks shut)
♪ ♪
(people speaking indistinctly in distance)
(lock clicks)
(woman yelling indistinctly in distance)
Okay.
Okay, I figured it out.
June.
(woman continues yelling)
June, come on, this is our chance.
I'll slip out the window,
and you can make a ladder from knotted towels
attached to the washbasin taps, okay?
June.
(quietly): June.
Juney June.
Hmm? Juney June.
Hmm? Talk to me.
What's going on?
Come on, we have to escape now,
or else we'll end up resident zombies.
Come on, June. Snap out of it.
-Come on, do as I... -NURSE: Time for bed!
(footsteps departing)
(footsteps approaching)
(footsteps departing)
♪ ♪
(dog panting)
(dog whines)
♪ ♪
(hinges creaking)
♪ ♪
(footsteps approaching)
(low chatter)
June Gibbons.
(low chatter)
(paper crinkling)
(low chattering)
(gulps)
(paper rustling)
(chuckles quietly)
(pages turning)
(June chuckling)
(music playing loudly)
(turns down volume)
(Jennifer grunting)
(music distorts, fades)
(grunting)
I hate you.
You're a witch!
You bitch! You're ruining my life!
I hate you!
(grunting)
-(Jennifer yelling) -(June screaming)
-(locks clicking, door opening)
(man shouting)
MAN: Jennifer! Get off her!
NURSE: Stop it!
-(men grunting) -JENNIFER: You fucking bitch!
-(Jennifer yelling) -(men grunting)
(Jennifer screaming)
(sniffles)
(hinges creaking)
(woman breathing heavily)
(door opens)
NURSE: June Gibbons.
-(door swings open) -(footsteps approaching)
(door closes)
Hello, June.
I'm Marjorie Wallace.
A reporter for The Sunday Times.
I don't know if you were allowed to read the article
I wrote about your trial.
I've read your writing.
Pepsi-Cola Addict had me up the other night until 4:00 a.m.
I couldn't put it down.
You have an extraordinary imagination.
The vision of Preston drowning in Pepsi-Cola.
(laughs softly)
You're very good with tension.
I should like to read more of your writing.
If you were...
telling your story...
through me...
...how would you want yours to begin?
Perhaps I would start...
(yelps)
(gasping)
(gasping wheeze)
(grunts, gurgling)
(grunting)
(gasping)
She'll be all right.
(screaming gasps)
(door closes)
(exhales heavily)
(Jennifer sniffles)
(sniffles)
(pen scratching on paper)
(pen clattering)
(pen scratching on paper)
(sniffles)
(door opens)
NURSE: Time's up.
She's on short visits in Intensive.
(breathes heavily)
Please tell the doctor that June must come back.
We want to be together. It's not right.
(screams): No!
(material creaking)
(panting)
Nurse!
(screaming): You bastards!
No!
No! No!
♪ ♪
JENNIFER: ♪ My death ♪
♪ I would welcome you ♪
♪ As a child would welcome candy each day ♪
♪ Outside the sky ♪
♪ Is heavy deep blue ♪
♪ My mind is peacefully clear ♪
♪ What would I do if I were free? ♪
♪ Pure summer vibrates around me ♪
♪ Dear Death ♪
♪ You are always ready ♪
♪ Smiling your sweet smile ♪
♪ Anxious to be friends ♪
♪ Give me a date ♪
♪ When my sister comes back to me ♪
♪ I need her ♪
♪ Won't you please ♪
♪ Please help me. ♪
(sniffling)
(crying softly)
(both crying softly)
(sniffling)
(crying)
We have to stop.
It has to be different.
I know.
No more fighting.
(birds chirping)
We need to get our lives together
before Marjorie's book comes out.
It'll be a glorious day.
We'll walk out of here as queens of Broadmoor.
We'll be famous.
If there are photographers at the gates, we should wave.
MAN: Yeah.
-(footsteps approaching) -(men talking indistinctly)
(men speak indistinctly)
-Yeah. -Not bad, eh?
We should stop smoking.
Queens don't smoke.
JENNIFER: Mm.
("Starlight" by Helen Bank playing)
♪ I hear your music going round in my head ♪
♪ Starlight ♪
♪ I know the words that you've been trying to say to me ♪
RON: I don't know your name.
-♪ Starlight ♪ -(softly): Jenny.
Debbie?
♪ It's just the way you're walking ♪
♪ It's just your way of talking ♪
♪ It's just the way you're looking at me ♪
♪ Starlight ♪
♪ Oh, starlight ♪
♪ Starlight ♪
♪ Oh, starlight ♪
♪ I see your green eyes roam when I'm at your door ♪
♪ Starlight... ♪
JUNE: What are you doing?
Ron is going to give me his baby.
Thank you, Jesus.
It's not gonna work.
You can't just use his sperm.
-(sighs) -(water bubbling)
You're just jealous because I'm going to be a mother
and you're not.
It's the same game with you.
What, you gonna run off with Ron?
Have a family when I die?
He'll be your twin.
Don't be stupid.
You're too pretty to die first.
So what?
But if I die, you'll just get over it.
You're the strong one.
-Fighter. -Is that what you really think?
Mm-hmm.
No, I won't.
I don't want the grief.
(June chuckles)
-It's not gonna work. -Yes, it will.
(low chatter)
(clinks)
(whispering): So, I found out he's in here for manslaughter.
Yeah, I know, I know.
But he said he didn't mean it.
I did have a dream about being strangled.
(low chattering)
I just hope he didn't use his bare hands.
Hey, it's your turn to eat today.
(low chattering)
(talking indistinctly)
All right. Take a seat, please.
Mm-hmm. Go on.
Oh, thanks.
JENNIFER (screaming): No!
-(pounding on door) -No!
(pounding stops)
No, it's not her fault!
(pounding resumes)
-(pounding stops) -(screaming): No!
No!
-(pounding resumes) -Nurse!
(sniffles, crying): I'm sorry, June.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, June.
MARJORIE: Why have the girls been sedated?
It's an outrage.
They're lost, trapped by each other.
They're not dangerous.
DR. LE COUTEUR: Excuse me, Marjorie.
MARJORIE: You're taking away their future.
DR. LE COUTEUR: Collecting a murderer's sperm in a bottle.
What kind of future is that?
MARJORIE: They are sensitive girls.
They are writers. You know that.
Marjorie, they just can't help themselves.
They don't even seem to want to.
When they can show that they do, I will happily hand them over.
But neither of us have any control over that.
And I don't see it happening anytime soon.
MARJORIE: I'm not letting this go.
(dog barking in distance)
(sighs softly)
Leaves me no feeling in me.
I wrote you some poems.
I can't, I can't write anymore.
I'm sorry.
(footsteps departing)
♪ ♪
JUNE: I am immune from sanity or insanity
I am an empty present box;
all unwrapped for someone else's disposal.
I am a thrown away egg-shell,
With no life inside me,
for I am not touchable,
but a slave to nothingness.
♪ ♪
JENNIFER: "And how do you suppose Bobby
is going to help our child live?" she asked.
Dr. Pallenberg gazed at her with strange remote eyes.
The room took on the presence of a heavy hush
-accompanied by the shadowed whispers -(Bobby whines)
of a growing secret.
He smiled lightly, taking her hands in his.
Gradually, he persuades Michelle to accept his plan.
-(heart beating) -They converted their kitchen
into a makeshift operating theatre
and, with Michelle as his assistant,
John Pallenberg plucks Bobby's heart from his body
and implants it in baby Wayne.
(heart beating)
The parents keep their secret well.
Wayne grows into a remarkable child,
very advanced for his age.
But at seven months,
Wayne shocks Michelle by saying...
"Bobby.
I want Bobby."
His parents didn't know what to say
because Bobby had sacrificed his life
in order to save him.
♪ You are my sunshine ♪
♪ My only sunshine ♪
♪ You make me happy ♪
-(Wayne whining) -♪ When skies are gray ♪
♪ You'll never know, dear ♪
♪ How much I love you ♪
♪ Please don't take my sunshine away. ♪
MARJORIE: How are you both doing?
JUNE: We feel fine.
Do we look fine?
You look good.
(quietly): I look good.
MARJORIE: How about you, Jenny?
Have you been eating?
I'm good.
I'll eat when I'm gone.
(snickers)
BOTH: Marjorie...
Are you listening?
MARJORIE: Yes.
JENNIFER: Got something to tell you.
What's that?
I'm going to die.
MARJORIE: What makes you think of death?
I just know.
Twinnies, the news is good.
Dr. Le Couteur feels you've improved enough
for him to sign the transfer to Wales.
Are you being for real?
GLORIA: Yes.
We're leaving here?
We're leaving. We're leaving, June.
I told you.
JUNE: Oh, my God.
It's a good day, it's a good day,
because the sun's shining and the birds...
-It's a good day. I told you. -They saying it's only weeks.
(both crying)
JENNIFER: Oh, I'm so happy for us.
Oh, June, it's been 11 years of hell.
We can bring you whichever clothes
you'd like to wear out of here.
Maybe some jeans?
BOTH: Maybe skirts.
GLORIA: Sweetheart,
you need to take care of yourself
so you're healthy on the way out.
She'll be fine, Mummy.
JENNIFER: I'm nearly 30.
Would I be prettier if I put on weight?
GLORIA: Just a couple of weeks.
It won't seem so long.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
JENNIFER (quietly): You, too.
(paper rustling)
(bag rustling)
(footsteps approaching)
(van door opening)
(van door closing)
(door rolling shut)
(van door closing)
(engine starts)
GUARD: Transport leaving.
Van leaving.
(engine humming)
(van rattles quietly)
(dog barking in distance)
(nurse coughs)
(van stops)
Jenny.
Jenny, we're home.
Jenny.
Jenny, wake up.
Jenny.
-Jenny. -NURSE: Is this a game?
No.
-NURSE (quietly): Jenny? -(nurse panting)
NURSE: Help me.
JUNE: What's... what's wrong with her?
-NURSE: Come on. (mutters) -(nurse panting)
-Jenny. -(nurses grunting)
NURSE: Oh.
-(nurse mutters) -JUNE: Jenny!
(softly): Jenny.
-Jenny. -(nurse grunting)
Jenny!
(grunting)
JUNE (quietly): Breathe, please.
(crying): Please.
Please wake up.
(nurse panting)
♪ ♪
(crying): Jenny, wake up.
It's not funny anymore. Get up.
Jenny, wake up!
Wake up. It's not funny anymore!
Please, please, get up.
Jenny, please.
It's not funny, it's not funny.
Stop playing games, Jenny. Get up.
Stand up, Jenny!
(quietly): Jenny, get up.
(June sniffling)
(June crying)
♪ ♪
(sniffles)
JENNIFER: ♪ That was our laughing ♪
(sobbing)
♪ And that, too, was our smiling ♪
-♪ And now ♪ -(June sniffling)
♪ I'm dead ♪
♪ And that, too, is your crying ♪
♪ I'm not calling for you ♪
♪ Out of my love for you ♪
♪ I'm not calling you ♪
♪ But if you hear me ♪
♪ I got you ♪
♪ Now you're ♪
♪ Free ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Free ♪
♪ We once ♪
♪ We once were two ♪
♪ Free ♪
♪ We two ♪
♪ We two make one ♪
♪ Free ♪
All right, June?
♪ Free ♪
♪ We no more ♪
♪ We no more two ♪
(low, indistinct chatter)
♪ Through life be one ♪
♪ ♪
♪ We once were two ♪
♪ Free ♪
♪ We two ♪
♪ We two make one ♪
♪ Free ♪
♪ We no more ♪
♪ Free ♪
♪ We no more two ♪
♪ Through life be one ♪
♪ Free ♪
♪ We once were two ♪
♪ We once were two... ♪
♪ We two... ♪
♪ We two ♪
♪ We two make one ♪
♪ We no more ♪
♪ We no more two ♪
JENNIFER: ♪ You live for me ♪
♪ And ♪
♪ You. ♪
♪ ♪
(song ends, music fades)
♪ ♪
♪ Your hands ♪
♪ Caressing mine ♪
♪ Your mouth ♪
♪ Upon my mouth ♪
♪ Your eyes intense with longing ♪
♪ All over my, all over ♪
♪ All over mine ♪
♪ Innocent body ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, love is a bliss ♪
♪ Yes, it is ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, love is a bliss ♪
♪ Yes, it is ♪
♪ I'll take in this ♪
♪ Communion love, love ♪
♪ Love rules my soul ♪
♪ From above ♪
♪ My mind and body are at peace ♪
♪ The birds will want a part of me ♪
♪ In this moment of time ♪
♪ My beauty is sublime ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, love is a bliss ♪
♪ Yes, it is ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, love is a bliss ♪
♪ Yes, it is. ♪
♪ ♪
(vocalizing)
(breathes deeply)
♪ ♪
(vocalizing)
♪ ♪
(vocalizing)
♪ ♪
(vocalizing)
(music fades)