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That is an order.

Anyway, I drive better with a cup of drinks inside me. You can hardly drive

worse.

Oh, dear God. Yeah, an absolute god.

Oh, Roland, darling.

Make way for the breadwinner, you lousy... Hello, Roland.

Welcome home.

Hi, Jack.

No, no. I get a greeting from my ever -loved one.

Darling.

Oh, well, one thing I will tell them.

It's a good job you're not thin -skinned.

Don't you believe it?

Underneath that mild exterior, there beats a heart of unalloyed timidity,

doesn't there, darling?

Making out my role isn't sensitive.

Of course not.

Oh, have a drink.

He just knows which side his bread is buttered, and by whom.

Thanks.

What are we celebrating?

I got another ticket today.

And no prizes for guessing what for.

Speeding. Well done. I was only doing 74.

In a 30 -mile limit. Oh, I don't make stupid regulations.

Well, the chairman only needs another offense in the next two years and you

could lose your license altogether.

Is that so?

You tell her, old man. Heaven knows we've been trying.

Well, under the tossing up... Oh, for pity's sake.

Do you always have to be such a bore?

Oh, my love.

I tell you, I've just about had enough of it.

It wouldn't be so bad if you only treated me like that when we were alone,

to be humiliated in front of people like Jack and Olive...

Oh.

Quarter to seven.

I'd rather tell you than have you trying to look at your watch over my shoulder.

Hey, just a joke.

Serves me right for going out with a married man.

Well, I... I suppose I'll have to be a few.

I won't let you go.

Shall I make a thing?

Do you want to?

Fin. Never you say her name or when I catch you glancing at your watch.

Not to mention every time you have to leave me to go back to Vivienne.

Don't just mean like now.

That's the worst, but walking with you or in the pub.

I'm waiting for it, but when you actually say it, I'll have to be going.

I have to scream.

Every time.

You never do.

I thought you got enough of that at home.

Go on.

Yes, I will.

Isn't it ridiculous? I actually got quite soppy the other day washing and

ironing that handkerchief you left behind.

Would you marry me?

Not much point under the circumstances.

If I were free.

The answer would be no.

But I don't love you.

It's just I've been no good to you long term and I can't even count on keeping

my job for much longer.

You won't want me with a white stick and a guide dog. I could keep you.

Then there must be some treatment, something somebody can do.

No, not really.

What's that supposed to mean?

There is one man in Cambridge. What's his name?

Coburn, Professor George Coburn.

But it's an experimental unit outside the health service.

They struggle along on a grant from some foundation and apparently the only way

they can make ends meet is by charging the patient. Expensive.

Oh, I've been into it and it's not even worth thinking about. How much?

It could add up to thousands.

Right.

Right. I'll make an appointment for us to see him.

The first thing to do is to find out whether he can help you.

Then we'll worry about the money.

It's about time I started taking some responsibility for you.

How's Vivian going to like that?

Well, Vivian will just have to get used to it, won't she?

I'm going home now.

I'm going to tell her about you tonight.

You know, I wanted to get away from you.

That time I went to America.

I thought of divorcing you.

I did love you at first.

Never met anyone like you.

All that dazzle and drive.

They could have lit London by plugging you into the National Grid.

What a pity it all fizzled out.

Yes.

Yes, it is a pity.

And nobody's fault.

And now that I've told you about Anna... Well,

I don't see what's funny about it.

No, you wouldn't.

Well, what about all the men you've had? Is that funny too?

Oh, my fault it is. That's not very gallant of you, trying to make out that

drove you into the arms of this little freak. Anna is not a freak. Oh, no, just

blind. She's going blind, yes, unless we can find somebody to do something about

it. She's also a very special person. She must be to see anything in you.

Vivienne, be reasonable. I would be reasonable if you wanted to have a fling

with some real red -blooded woman.

In fact, she would have my deepest sympathy.

But this...

Myopic little myth mouse.

What does she do for a living?

She's a bookseller.

Warwick?

Never heard of him.

All right, she's an assistant in a bookstore. What a thing, Roland.

Well, we don't all get a fat allowance from Daddy. No, some of us get our

bought and our businesses financed by him, don't we? And are never allowed to

forget it.

What is the attraction?

Surely you don't think that fun and games with a blind local shop girl is

to make you healthy, wealthy and wise.

Since you ask, the attraction is that Anna has made me feel like a man again.

Oh, come on. Yes.

Yes, it's true.

And it's pretty damn amazing after five years of being emasculated by you and

your family.

All right.

So what do you want me to do about it? I take it you have some purpose in

inflicting this tedious little saga on me. I told you.

I want a divorce.

No way.

Vivian.

Hmm?

We don't even like each other.

Right. And it's not as though there are any children to worry about.

Right again. Then for heaven's sake, why can't we have a... Painless divorce.

Because I won't agree.

We'd both be much happier.

In my case, it's arguable.

I don't have anyone else.

Momentarily. Much more to the point, when did you ever make me happy? Well,

that's all the more reason for getting rid of me. Not if that's what you want.

Why?

I don't intend to be made to look a fool.

Oh, if that's the problem, fine.

I mean, I'm not proud you leave me.

Nobody's leaving anybody. Vivian, for heaven's sake. You make me look a fool.

And I warn you that important firm of yours will be closed down in the time it

takes me to make one phone call to Daddy.

Unless, of course, you can raise the money to pay him back.

You'd really do that?

Try me.

Nice idea, Liz.

Too noisy in the pub at lunchtime. She's better.

Vivian's father lent me the capital to start up on my own interest.

You can tell him.

Well, exactly.

Philanthropy was his idea of tying down his son -in -law and of getting a stake

in the microchip revolution. But the fact of the matter is, if she as much as

lifts a finger, he'll pull out.

And if he does? In the present economic climate, no -one's going to lend me the

money, which means curtains for a business which is just beginning.

that's irrelevant.

The point is, here, she won't give me a divorce.

Maybe she'll come round.

Can't count on it.

No. Well, that makes it practically impossible for me to tell you what I

say.

Darling, this is about your eyes. Don't worry, I've made an appointment for us

with this specialist, Propecico.

Darling, what about it?

I've got us into an even worse myth.

I'm going to have a baby.

You sure?

You wonderful woman.

I thought it would be the last straw.

After five years of being told how boring, how useless I was in bed and out

bed.

I do love you.

Here's the baby.

Right.

Mop up and come sit down.

All right. Yeah, fine.

I think we can help you.

It's only fair that I should warn you that the technique I'd like to use is

still strictly in the experimental stage.

So, Anna would be a guinea pig. Yes.

There's no guarantee of success.

None at all.

That's not very encouraging.

I don't want to mislead you.

On the other hand, if nothing's done, there's no doubt that you'll lose your

sight. And in a matter of months rather than years.

Oh, I see.

So, we take the chance or face that certainty.

That's about it.

There's also the question of money. Oh, if there was, but I'm afraid there is.

There's no possibility of getting it done on the health service.

Not a hope in hell.

It's difficult enough to get them to pay for orthodox treatment these days.

Well, can we think about it, pork it over and come back to you? Yes, of

I don't want to pressure you, but there is another time element to consider, and

a fact too.

At the moment, by some miracle, the optic nerve isn't damaged, but it will

a matter of weeks rather than months.

Once it is, there'll be nothing anyone can do.

There's also the question of your pregnancy.

It's very early.

It's not a problem at the moment, but we're talking about special treatment.

I wouldn't be happy about undertaking it much above another month or so.

Well, that doesn't give us long one way or the other.

No.

Tell you what.

Why don't you let us do a few more tests while you're here?

Don't worry. That's covered by the consultation fee.

But if you do decide to go ahead...

It means we'll have all the information we need to get ourselves sorted out so

as to be able to call you in at very short notice.

What do you think?

Might as well know you're here.

Okay. Good.

Take me, Warwick, over to physiology, would you, and then bring her back to

waiting room.

Good for you, madam.

We'll meet you there.

Well.

Um.

What exactly is involved?

Oh, it's a particularly complicated form. No, no, no, sorry.

I meant financially.

Ah, well, I'm afraid it would be quite considerable.

You want me to give you money to patch up your misery? I asked you to lend it

me. What is your collateral?

I'll give her up if you will lend me the money to pay for the treatment.

I suppose you think you're being noble. I don't know about that, but I'll do it

if it's the only way her strike can be saved. Don't say that now. Well, you

have to trust me.

Do you think that's a joke?

So you won't help? Not on your life.

As far as I'm concerned, Miss Mouse deserves whatever's coming to her. So

get any ideas, you two.

Whatever happens, I'll always have the last laugh on you.

Anna, Anna, what have we got to drink?

A move, I think. That'll do. Anything.

I nearly killed myself rapping to bring you the news. News? She agreed, so call

that specialist.

She agreed?

Yeah. So just ring Coburn and tell him that you are ready any time that he is.

And money will be all right.

By the way, I shall be in Yarmouth next weekend.

Is that a statement or an invitation?

Annual Conference of the Federation of Small Businesses. Oh.

That's your thing.

Does that mean you're taking Anna?

And if I am?

I might just put my foot down.

Why? I've told you.

I don't intend to be made to look a fool. And that includes getting knowing

glances from your colleagues. Don't worry.

As it happens, Anna is standing by to go into hospital.

What kept you so long in the garage?

Usual checks.

Oil, water, tyres, battery.

You're so careful, it's a wonder you get anywhere.

Are you sure Miss Mouth isn't going with you?

Positive. You've got enough luggage to go halfway round the world.

Well,

goodbye, Lydia.

I'll be seeing you.

Thank you.

Hello? Good morning.

Who is that?

It's your ever -loving.

Roland? What the hell do you mean by calling me at this hour of the morning?

I'm calling to say goodbye.

As a matter of fact, I'm at London Airport now, with Anna.

I'll fly to Paris, leave in just under the hour.

Do you know, if you really hurried, you'd be just in time to wave.

Goodbye,

Vivian.

Mr. Trent?

Yeah? Your local station asked us to contact you, sir. Bad news, I'm afraid.

Your wife's been in a crash.

My wife? I understand it's serious, but she's in intensive care, so there's

still a chance.

Oh, my God.

I blame you for this. You gave her the damn thing. Must have taken that turn a

million times. Always too fast.

She was a lovely driver.

She had two convictions for speeding already.

If you hadn't made her so miserable, she'd never have missed her day.

I shall always think that you killed her.

I don't think this is a very helpful conversation.

Thank your lucky stars you've an alibi.

Who gave permission for the life support systems to be turned off?

Since you weren't there, I did.

She had irreversible brain damage.

I suppose you'd have condemned our daughter to a life as a vegetable.

No, I'd have done the same.

You'd be the first decent thing you'd ever done for her.

We know all about you and your little slippity -jibbit. Do you know about all

the men she took to bed?

Shame on you!

Trust you to speak ill of the dead.

If I'd had my way, she'd have changed her will instead of leaving this house

you. Well, since she didn't, I'd be very glad if you'd get out of it.

Don't live with me yourself, my dear.

In the circumstances, you won't object if we take the body back to Yorkshire

the funeral.

Frankly, I don't care what you do.

Who's that?

It's all right, it's all right, it's me.

It's all right.

You can kiss me if you can find the mouth.

I'm free.

Free?

There was an accident.

Vivienne was killed.

Accident?

Yes.

I can't pretend I'm sorry. It means we don't have to worry anymore.

We can be married. A quiet register office wedding by the end of the month,

unless you want the full production number. Oh, no.

No, just to be married.

about Vivian.

I'm not dreaming, am I? No, no.

How are you? What did the doctor say?

Oh, I don't talk about it. I don't even think about it.

They won't know if it's worked until the bandages come off. When's that?

Wednesday. Wednesday morning.

So, that's it?

And very nice, too. The ideal small estate.

What's it worth?

Are you in a hurry to spell not particularly work could make all the

we should be able to get you a hundred thousand for it tomorrow It's worked I

Told you everything would work. You don't seem to understand.

I've made medical history the first successful eye transplant They won't

the name of the donor because it's against medical etiquette apparently But

was brought in with irreversible brain damage. She was killed in a car crash on

Saturday

Husband was out of town, so her parents gave me permission to have her eyes.

I'm so lucky.

Look.

Aren't they beautiful?