One
2014
Darkness. An answerphone beep.
EVA (voice-over). Rosie?
Rosie are you there?
Rosie I canāt remember when itās your birthday. Is it soon? What would you like? Will you buy yourself something from me? Buy yourself something from me and Iāll write you a cheque when I see you.
Rosie?
When will I see you?
I want to know what it is you would like for your birthday. Is it Easter soon or Christmas?
No, itās Easter. Thereās a man who comes to dig up the flowers. I told him to leave them alone but he said heās helping them or something. I told him itās too late. Theyāll all be dead in ten years.
Is it Easter soon or Christmas? What would you like? Will you buy yourself something from me and Iāll write you a cheque?
Well. Why shouldnāt I have Christmas if I want to.
Click as the phone hangs up.
Silence.
Lights up on a loft apartment in Kreuzberg, Berlin. Messy but minimalist.
ROSIE and SEBASTIAN stand either side of an open suitcase. ROSIE is packing throughout.
ROSIE. I donāt know.
SEBASTIAN. Gut feeling though.
ROSIE. Is that I donāt know.
SEBASTIAN. Guts donāt say things like ādonāt knowā.
ROSIE. Mine does.
SEBASTIAN. You must have a sense. A feeling. One way or the other.
ROSIE. It isnāt something I can pin down.
SEBASTIAN. Because you say youāre going home but
ROSIE. Yes, home, London.
SEBASTIAN. and the reason Iām asking is because
ROSIE. What else am I supposed to say?
SEBASTIAN. well in German the word holds a different meaning.
ROSIE. I know what it means.
SEBASTIAN. Itās untranslatable.
ROSIE. Itās patriotic.
SEBASTIAN. No, more than that. Something much deeper. A deep visceral connection.
ROSIE. ā¦
Well I donāt have it.
SEBASTIAN. Everyone has it.
ROSIE. I donāt feel it.
SEBASTIAN. Itās what makes us people.
ROSIE. Then maybe Iām not a person.
SEBASTIAN. Will you stop that.
ROSIE. I told Mum and Paul Iād be packed. I told them thereād be Kaffee und Kuchen.
SEBASTIAN. Will you stop that and listen.
ROSIE. And you know what my mother is like, I mean for fuckās sake she can hardly make a cup of tea without putting it on her to-do list.
SEBASTIAN. Youāre not listening to me.
ROSIE. Their whole trip has been organised around me flying back with them tomorrow.
SEBASTIAN. Not even engaging with what Iām
ROSIE. Breakfast at the top of the Reichstag, then coffee and cake, then a taxi to the airport.
The packing becomes more urgent.
SEBASTIAN. Rosie.
ROSIE. A taxi to the airport to catch a plane to take us home.
SEBASTIAN. Rosie no one is making you leave, okay? No one is forcing you, in fact itās the opposite.
And I wouldnāt ask, I wouldnāt even bring it up if I thought for one minute that you going back to London was what you really wanted, what you really felt in your heart and in your gut and will you LEAVE THE FUCKING SUITCASE ALONE.
ROSIE stops.
ROSIE. Please, Sebastian. Donāt make this any harder.
SEBASTIAN. Iām only asking.
ROSIE. Youāre asking me abstract questions.
SEBASTIAN. Iām just trying to work out
ROSIE. Abstract questions about the meanings of words.
SEBASTIAN. Iām trying to work out what you want, because phone calls and emails and Skype sex
ROSIE. Skype sex?
SEBASTIAN. well thatās not what I want.
ROSIE. I donāt want Skype sex either.
SEBASTIAN. But thatās the point, there wonāt be any sex, there wonāt be any physical contact at all
and Iām not saying that sex is the important thing here because itās not, I mean it is a point, but itās not the point
What Iām saying, what I am saying is that I
ROSIE. Donāt.
SEBASTIAN. Okay.
But I want you to stay.
Here. With me.
ROSIE. ā¦
SEBASTIAN. You have a choice.
ROSIE. I know.
SEBASTIAN. āBut.ā
ROSIE. But this was always the plan.
SEBASTIAN. But you have options.
ROSIE. This was always going to happen.
SEBASTIAN. You could do your final year here, thatās an option.
ROSIE. Itās not as simple as that. I need to focus.
SEBASTIAN. What, you canāt focus here?
ROSIE. Iāve got a lot of catching up to do if I want to get a two-one.
SEBASTIAN. Right.
ROSIE. And I know itās hard. Fuck itās really fucking hard...