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# if winter comes and skies turn gray #

# I'll still love you #

# I'll always have this summer dream #

# To dream of you #

# When we're far apart #

# Bring back a thought to mind #

# If winter comes #

# Can spring be far behind? #

# O wind, ooo-ooo #

# If winter comes #

# Can spring be far behind? #

Plain talk by the editor?

Mr. Fargus,

what have you been saying?

Just like the woman.

Never any time to read your husband's leading article.

Bye, my dear.

Good-bye.

Mark!

- Hello. - I've got it.

I've been up with it

ever since you left last night.

But I've done it.

- I'll come down. - Right.

Come on.

I've done it.

- You think so? - Mm-hmm.

Now, get out of that, my boy.

Now where's your queen?

Poor old Victoria.

Mark, do come to breakfast, dear.

Oh, hello, Mr. Fargus.

I didn't know it was you.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Sabre, butting in like this.

But you see, I had a problem.

Well, I have a problem, too.

I've just got a couple of new maids to break in.

You know how it is.

No. I can only remember how it was.

Good-bye, Mark.

Good-bye, old boy.

Wonderful manager, your wife.

Yes, but she means well.

Mark, do hurry up.

I want to get breakfast over

before Natalie Bagshaw comes.

Good idea. Before the milk turns.

Now, you must admit she's amusing.

She can still be amusing

and say something decent about people occasionally.

She'll be furious when she sees our new maids.

You know, we've been awfully lucky.

They've been with the Boltons for years,

have characters that long.

Think they'll let me stay?

Don't be ridiculous.

And when you meet them,

do let them understand from the beginning

that you're the master of the house.

Sarah, will you put the tea over here?

This is where I always sit.

Yes'm.

Thank you, Sarah.

Thank you, Rebecca.

This is Mr. Sabre.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir, I'm sure.

Good morning.

They're sisters, you know. Their name is Jinks.

Splendid.

High Jinks and low Jinks, what?

Sarah, you do warm the teapot, don't you,

before you make the tea?

Well, never mind now.

And, Rebecca, in future,

we like to use the China cruets for breakfast.

You'll soon drop into our ways, I'm sure.

Yes'm. Thank you, ma'am.

How do you expect me to run a house properly

when you say things like that?

Like what?

High Jinks and low Jinks.

Well, it's funny.

Is it? Why?

Because, don't you see?

Well, it is.

Not to me.

There's Natalie.

Give me a piece of toast, will you, please?

Thank you.

Anyway, they'll always be high Jinks and low Jinks to me.

I do wish you'd grow up.

Hello, children.

Good morning, Natalie.

Good morning.

- Morning, Natalie. - Good morning, Mark!

Would you like some breakfast, dear?

Oh, no, thank you. I've had mine.

Just couldn't eat a thing.

But I'll cadge a cup of tea.

Of course.

How are you, Mark?

Uh, marmalade, please.

Enjoying life?

Naturally. He's got me.

You mean you've got him.

The poor man's so married

he can scarcely move.

He doesn't want to move.

Do you, darling?

Another cup for Mrs. Bagshaw, Sarah.

Yes'm.

Humph!

How long have you had her?

Since yesterday.

When's she leaving?

Well, not just yet, I hope.

Oh, well, there's nothing like optimism.

Although I must say

she's a great improvement on that

doddering old Selena of yours.

Selena was a dear.

I've been angling and scheming for weeks

to get us maids that we wouldn't be ashamed of,

and you start sentimentalizing over Selena.

She was a jolly good cook in her time.

Really?

Of course, I'm not old enough to know.

Thank you, Sarah.

Say,

where'd you get that marmalade?

I made it. Do you like it?

It's scrumptious.

Oh, perfect picture of domestic bliss.

Positively nauseating.

If you'll excuse me, I've had enough.

By the way, have you seen the Tybars?

Are they back?

Of course.

The fair Nona has returned in triumph

with 10 trunks and Tony on a platinum chain.

Don't pretend you didn't know.

Why should he?

Was it on the 8:00 news?

Oh, come now.

A rejected suitor always knows

when his former ladylove

swims back into his ken.

Vibrations set up.

Or have I been misled?

Completely. That was all over a long time ago.

Mark's taste has improved since then.

He knows when he's well off. Don't you, dear?

Homemade orange marmalade.

The secret of a happy marriage.

Good-bye, Natalie. - Mark.

I'm sure it was an orange

in the garden of Eden.

Uh, possibly.

Anyway, it was a serpent that came to breakfast.

Good-bye, Natalie.

Poor old Mark.

I don't think he liked what I said about Selena.

No, there's one thing about Mark.

He's terribly faithful.

Let's hope you'll always find him so.

Meaning Nona Tybar?

Not especially.

But I must say that he sprang to attention

when he heard they were back.

I'll attend to that, darling.

At any rate, Nona's not going to stray far

from all that money.

I wouldn't gamble too much on that.

They tell me that Tony's racing losses are colossal.

So is his bank account.

Don't be too comforted, old girl.

If you want the truth, I'm not comforted at all.

I'm worried.

You can tell me anything, darling.

I know Mark married me on the rebound.

Who doesn't?

I mean, who doesn't take advantage?

Oh, you know what I mean.

But my conscience is clear.

Of course. All's fair, you know.

I've given Mark the kind of background

a man of his position must have,

and I think he's beginning to like it.

I'll fight to hold Mark against anyone.

Hmm.

I'm going to be smart, though.

I've got to be smart.

You know how to stop little boys from stealing jam?

Lock the cupboard door.

No, unlock it.

Leave the... leave the lid off the jam if necessary.

Wonderful!

Give me a little more marmalade.

Morning, Sabre.

Morning, Twyning.

Looks well, don't you think?

Yes, but, uh...

means a partnership, old man.

As of the 15th inst.

I didn't tell you before.

I wanted it to come as a pleasant surprise.

Did you?

Yeah.

Well, it's a surprise, all right.

Good morning, Mr. Sabre. Morning, Bright.

May I speak to you a moment?

Of course, Sabre.

We're all one big, happy family here.

Well, I'm not happy.

Look here, sir,

you promised me a partnership.

All in good time, my dear fellow.

Your books are selling very well.

They've earned you a good share

of the holdings in the company.

And haven't they earned me a right to a voice

in the direction of the firm's affairs,

just as much as Twyning?

Twyning's been with us longer.

He's a very valuable member of the firm.

Uh, Twyning. Come in, will you?

Now, my dear Sabre, as I said,

all in good time. All in good time.

Not in my good time, I'm afraid.

Trouble with Sabre, sir?

Yes.

About him being made a partner?

Yes, but confidentially,

he'll never be a partner.

I don't like the Wilder liberal elements

in his textbooks,

nor do I like Sabre.

I should prefer him out of the firm rather than in.

Is there anything we can do about it?

Unfortunately, no.

Yes?

It's all right.

Hello, Marco.

Nona.

Oh... wait.

There.

I had to come.

Pleased?

How do I look?

Pleased.

Almost as pleased as I am to be here.

Oh... it's nice.

I always thought it was the nicest place in the world.

Now then, tell me about the new ones.

Uh...

There they are.

They speak for themselves.

They whisper, but they speak.

"Adventures in geology...

Picnics with the poets"?

They don't sound like school books, Marco.

I hope they don't read like them, either.

I think I've hit on a new idea, Nona,

something to make knowledge go down a little easier.

Tell me about it.

But you haven't told me what you've been doing.

Oh, that.

Oh, I've been around the world.

It's a big place, a lot of people live on it.

I met quite a few of 'em,

liked some, didn't like others.

This one... what's this one about?

That's our own history.

Do you realize that we know less about it as a people

than we do about anything?

"This England is yours.

"It has been kept for you,

"not by kings or statesmen alone,

"but by the English people, people like you.

It is your England, yours."

Sound stuffy?

Sounds wonderful.

You're great for the morale, Nona.

You're the only one who gets just what I'm driving at.

Am I...

Still?

It, uh...

Hasn't been so long since you went away.

Hasn't it?

I can't quite make out the postmark,

it's Monte Carlo, August 30, '36...

That's 3 years ago, isn't it?

"Marco, dear,

"I am marrying Tony Tybar.

"Forgive me.

Nona."

I know it by heart.

"I am marrying Tony Tybar. Forgive me."

Well, have you?

Forgiven me, I mean?

Of course you have. You're Marco...

But I've never forgiven myself.

This letter didn't seem so cruel 3 years ago.

I wonder why I didn't say more.

I suppose I... Couldn't.

You found out that Tybar was the man you wanted to marry, that's all.

-Good thing you found out soon about it. - Marco!

You did what was best for you.

As you did.

As I did. You knew Mable, didn't you?

Yes.

Yes, when her father was in the Tidborough parish

I remember, she was very pretty.

Yes, and still is.

More so, perhaps.

And she was very understanding.

Yes, most patient and kind.

What's that?

Oh, it's Tony.

I asked him to pick me up here.

Hallo, there!

have you had the time going to its maid?

Tony, shut up! You wake the dead!

It appears I already have!

Hallo, Mr Fortune. I did wake you, didn't I?

You did.

Goodbye, Marco.

Nona, a moment ago I had an idea you wanted to tell me something.

What was it?

- Tell you something? - Aha.

Oh, I just wanted to ask you

if you were glad I was home?

I am very glad.

So am I.

I made Tony bring me back, you know.

I felt it was where I wanted to be

Where I belonged.

Now that I'm here I do feel home.

or thereabouts.

I've been thinkin', sir.

In all our contracts,

there's a whopping long paragraph

that says the whole thing's null and void

if we get up to any skylarking.

Ah, yes.

The clause covering immorality.

- What's on your mind? - Sabre.

Well, we can hardly hope to catch Sabre on that.

Chap's a bit of a stick in the mud.

- I'm not so sure - Why?

Sometimes still waters...

You know what I mean?

No, Twyning. I'm afraid I do not.

Mrs Tybar just popped in to see him.

She came up looking all stared up like,

you know what I mean.

To me there used to be a spot of something there.

Why, yes, Twyning.

Rumour had it there used to be a great deal.

- Low! - Coming, sir.

- Hurry, Low. We're making history. - Are we, sir?

Do you see that spot?

Now, we must put a peg there to mark

the world's nonstop bicycle record,

made by M. Sabre, June the 16th, 1939.

All the way from the fir-tree on the top of the Wart's Hill

without touching a pedal.

Well, I never did, sir.

I never did, either, until today.

Now, there's a funny thing, Low.

You see that stone?

That's as far as I got yesterday.

under exactly the same conditions.

Now, how do you account for that?

There's no saying, sir, not with bicycles.

They are that contrary you'd almost think they were human.

You mean they have their moods?

Moods? They are audacious.

Thank you, Low, for the perfect description.

- Good evening, sir. - Good evening, High!

It's a fair caution, isn't it?

Had a good day at the office, dear?

Not bad. Book's coming along nicely.

-Book? - Yes, the thing.

Oh that! .... another lesson book, isn't it?

What?

Well, I hope it's a little more than..

I hope so, too, dear.

Oh,

Nona Tybar was in to see me this afternoon.

- She was saying... - That was nice of her.

How did she look?

What sort of a hat did she have on?

I didn't notice.

That was very tactful of you, darling.

Does she still call you "Marco"?

Yes. Why shouldn't she?

No reason at all.

Mark, I want you to do something for me.

Uh-huh?

See a lot of Nona.

Why?

I want to prove something.

Oh, don't think I'm being silly.

I want you to look at her, then look back at me...

For good. See?

Yes, I...

I think you're over her,

but I'm not sure that you know it,

and I want you to.

I'm an extraordinary woman...

Aren't I?

That's why you appreciate me.

Bad luck, old man.

Mr. Sabre, whatever happened?

Oh, uh, Effie, that's a long story.

Well, it didn't look very long.

Now, look here, Bright Eyes...

Mr Sabre! Ha ha...

Steady, my girl. What's all this?

She's mocking my gray hairs.

Hmm. They're like that nowadays.

I thought you were helping with the tea.

That's right, father.

- Come along, Mr. Sabre. - All right.

Harold, help yourself to one of them cream buns

and get one for me, will you?

Right-o, dad.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Pardon.

You're the young Mr. Twyning, aren't you?

Yes, and aren't you Mr. Bright's daughter...

all grown up?

Yes, that's me... Effie Bright.

All in the family, so to speak. - Yes.

Well, it's a small world, as they say.

Harold.

Coming, dad.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Pardon.

Has everybody got everything they want?

Plenty. Thank you, sir.

- Hello. - Hello!

Better luck in the next innings, Marco.

I'll need it.

End of the tea interval, Sabre.

Better get your men back on the field.

Well, here goes.

(together) Good luck. - Thank you!

Quite like old times.

We've missed this annual cricket match in Long Meadow.

So have Tony and I.

It's good for everybody in Penny Green

to get together for these traditional gatherings.

Of course it is.

Convention, institutions...

They're important.

They're the foundation of our security,

our peace of mind.

I've never underrated their value,

particularly in a community like Penny Green.

Security...

Peace of mind...

You know, those are the very things

that brought me back home,

and they're going to keep me here forever...

I hope.

Will there be anything else, madam?

No, thanks.

Mr. Sabre will be over to collect this parcel.

Very good, sir.

That will be £3,17 and 8 pence, madam.

Um...

This. How much is this a yard?

Good afternoon, Mr. Sabre.

Do you have a parcel here for Mrs. Perch?

Yes. Just one moment, sir.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello. Shopping?

How did you guess?

Elementary, my dear Watson.

I'm picking up a parcel for old Mrs. Perch.

I promised to drop it by on my way home.

Your parcel, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Look, why don't you let me drop it for you? Oh, thank you.

Look, why don't you let me drop it for you?

- Would you? -Mm-hmm.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

I know she'd love to see you.

I'd love to see her.

Garnet, put this in the car, will you,

and strap Mr. Sabre's bicycle to the carrier.

You see, life's quite simple.

Very, if you happen to have a retinue of retainers.

Thank you for a lovely tea.

It was wonderful, Mrs. Perch.

I can't think what's happened to Freddie.

He said he'd get back from the flower show in time for tea.

Well, I'll probably see him tonight at the Blue Boar.

There he is now.

First prize.

Best sweet peas in the show.

"Frederick Perch, Esquire."

Freddie, that's marvellous.

How are you, Mrs. Tybar?

How are you, sir?

Congratulations, Freddie.

And the £10 prize for the best exhibit.

Oh, Freddie, what's this?

Oh!

Oh, it's lovely!

Oh, you shouldn't, Freddie. You shouldn't.

Well, how else should I spend my filthy lucre?

You could have put it

towards the first payment for that motorcycle you want.

Oh, I can always do that.

You must take it back, Freddie.

They'll give you the money!

I don't want it.

You're a very naughty boy.

Now, Popsy, how can I take you out dancing without a new dress?

I'll do no such thing.

Bless you, darling, but I insist.

Bless you, darling, but I refuse.

Aren't they wonderful?

I told you not to send the car home, it was going to rain.

Prophet!

Don't.

Don't do that.

Oh, Marco!

You came to my office the other day

to tell me something.

What was it?

You gave me your hand and said, "there."

Why did you say that?

Because I had to touch your hand

to live in your world for a little while.

My world?

Where do you live?

Oh, I don't live. I drift.

Drift?

The dictionary says of flotsam...

"goods shipwrecked and found floating on the sea."

When I read that, I crossed out "flotsam"

and wrote "Nona."

And don't dare say I'm feeling sorry for myself,

because I am.

But at least I know it.

I should never have married Tony.

Is that what you came to tell me?

Mm-hmm.

And Tony... he's still in love with you?

More than ever.

Oh, it's not his fault.

It's just that I'm so wrong for him.

I thought I wanted the things he wants.

I thought I wanted him...

But I don't.

I never did. I realize that now.

All the time, it was you.

All the time it's been you.

Only you.

Oh, Marco!

When I chose wrong I cheated all of us.

You, Tony, Mable - all of us!

I should never have come back-

I didn't realize it was going to be like this.

I thought perhaps you could help me.

Tell me what to do.

I'm afraid you have to tell me what to do.

Remember, a long time ago you told me something.

You said:

It sounds rather fine to say

the world well lost for love,

But honour, honour's not well lost for anything.

Did I say that?

I must have been very wise then.

I've always thought of you living by that.

I want to live by it, too.

Give me some of your courage, Marco!

I need your friendship to be brave.

- And I need yours.

-Is it wrong for us

to tell each other what's in our hearts?

Not if we keep it in our hearts

and never let it hurt anyone.

We won't, Marco.

Look, sun's coming out.

Aha! A little watery.

Shining.

- Good evening, Low. - Good evening, sir.

- Good evening, High. - Good evening, sir.

What happened?

Oh, that's the worst I've ever done.

Never mind, sir.

That's a sort of a record, too, in a manner of speaking.

What about a peg for the best worst?

Well, that's an idea.

Huh?

Hello!

I thought it would show up better, sir,

with a drop of whitewash.

Oh, and it does, too.

Thanks very much, Low,

that's jolly nice of you.

Shall I do the other, sir?

- Would you? - Yes, sir.

I made one or two spares when I was about it,

so whatever this bicycle gets up to,

we'll be ready for it.

We'll teach it to be, um, uh...

What's that lovely word of yours, Low?

Do you mean "audacious"?

That's it. That's what the French would call mot juste.

Ah, they would.

They're always good for a laugh,

aren't they, sir?

Rather.

Mark, what are you thinking about?

I'm thinking of a binge in London,

blowing ourselves to a week in the Savoy,

doing the shows. What do you say?

- I don't say. - Why?

I don't believe in running away.

Running away?

From all my responsibilities.

I have 3 committee meetings this week alone.

Perhaps later on, Mark.

Mr. Fargus, ma'am.

Good evening, Mrs. Sabre.

Good evening, Mr. Fargus.

- Hello, Mark. - Hello, old man.

What, no chessboard?

I've been waiting for you.

Why... why should I ask for a 7?

You asked for it. I heard you.

Sorry, darling.

I'm afraid we've disturbed your shuteye.

We're settling up now.

Anybody got a fountain pen?

Yes. I have.

Thank you.

You'll excuse me, Tony.

Mm-hmm.

There you are, Arthur. All yours.

Young Pelham got in over his head.

That's what the shindig was about.

Now, look here, darling...

I don't like young men losing thousands of pounds in our home.

I say, you're not accusing my friends of cheating, are you?

No, Tony.

I should think not.

I went for quite a bundle myself.

What's the matter, old girl?

Everything, Tony, everything.

Think that's big enough to keep the light out?

It should.

I know it should,

but what's the good of that if it doesn't?

How much?

2 and 11,3.

For that flimsy stuff? I wouldn't think of it.

Well, everybody else is buying it

since this morning's news about Poland.

Poland. And who does Poland think they are

to cost people 3 shillings a yard?

Think that one out, Mr. Higgins.

And, uh, while you're about it,

my wife would like another 12 yards of that blackout stuff.

Hello, Mr. Sabre.

Hello, Effie. Apparently,

you and I are on the same errand.

Oh, yes. All these rules and regulations.

They don't make sense to me.

No. Well, that's because the government wants to keep us in the dark.

Yes, but...

Oh, Mr. Sabre.

You always make a joke of everything.

Ah, Effie, how little you know.

This bright smile conceals an aching heart.

Whatever for?

I got married before I met you.

Good-bye, Effie.

I'll pick that up on my way home, Mr. Higgins.

Very good, sir.

There goes the sweetest man in the whole world.

I'll take that blackout stuff, too.

Thank you very much, miss.

&5

What's up?

- We're going on a picnic. - Oh, but I...

I've reserved a tree stump, a trout stream,

and a lovely bit of grass. Catering by Nona Tybar limited.

Well, I hope it's not too limited, because I'm very hungry.

All right, greedy. Here we go.

Remember our last picnic?

Yes, Marco.

Finished?

Uh-huh.

Oh... there goes Nona Tybar.

And Mark Sabre.

And Mark Sabre.

Having a pretty rough passage, aren't we?

Too rough.

Too rough for me to bear.

Oh, Marco, it's no good. I can't help it.

I've tried. I've tried very hard, but I'm just not good enough.

Nona. Nona, I...

Don't look at me.

Say it without looking at me.

I've reached a point where I can't think

of the rights of others anymore.

I love you.

But you've got to face what it means.

Once we take this step, there it is...

For the rest of our lives.

We'll have to live with the knowledge

that we took our happiness

at the expense of others.

You know that.

Yes, I know that.

I don't care what happens to the rest of my life

as long I can spend it with you.

They'll get over it, Marco, people do.

You can't expect us to think more

of what happens to them than to us.

We're human.

Sir, Mr. Tybar's waiting in your office.

I've just left Nona and

- Don't say it. You can't say it.

- I must, I must. I've known it ever since I...

returned. I can't let it go.

That's why I'm here, Sabre.

I've been reading your history of England.

Perhaps I'll be able to help write another chapter for you?

- What do you mean? - I'm on my way home

to tell Nona I'm rejoining my regiment.

- At once? - I've got to catch the 4 o'clock train.

I know I haven't been a raging success as a husband.

Oh. I didn't mean to intrude.

You know Tybar?

- Indeed. Indeed. How are you, Tybar?

Fighting fit, I hope.

Tybar's rejoining his regiment today.

I pray that this may be another

communique, another false alarm.

Goodbye, Sabre.

Good luck, Tony.

And thank Heaven our men are always ready.

Goodbye. goodbye, my dear boy.

Hello.

I've seen Tony. I know he's been called up.

The idea of Tony in danger...

Knowing I've left him...

terrifies me.

I... I don't think he'd try to come back.

Marco, you're strong. You can stand on your own.

Tony can't.

So it...It just can't be.

Perhaps it could never have been.

Perhaps what has happened

has just brought us to our senses a little sooner.

I understand.

Yes.

You always do.

You're Marco.

When the time comes,

I shall join one of the services.

Of course. So shall I.

I think it'll... Be easier to bear.

Easier.

I don't think anything can make it that.

Did you ever see such hats as that woman wears?

One diamond.

Never. Like one of those old pictures

of still life.

2 dead pigeons,

a bunch of grapes, and a pineapple.

Double a diamond.

No bid.

Someone ought to tell her to be her age.

"Double a diamond."

Oh, dear. I wish I could remember what that means.

Why don't you take up bridge, darling?

3 no trumps.

4 spades.

4 no trump.

Double.

That you, Mark?

Yes.

Oh. Good afternoon, ladies.

Go afternoon. Good afternoon, Mark.

Have you, uh, seen the news about Poland?

Darling, this is serious bridge.

Oh.

I only have 12 cards.

Can't you even count? Really.

I did count. These were all I got.

Hannah, see if you're sitting on a card.

Oh, how can I be sitting on...

Ah. Dot look now, but the queen of spades is under the table.

Never mind. Here's tea.

Thank Heaven.

You never count your cards.

- Have you seen the paper, Low? - Oh, yes, sir.

Looks like war, don't it, sir?

But the milkman says this is going to be all right, sir.

Oh, he does, does he?

Oh, yes, owing to the French having

got this imaginary line.

Maginot line.

That's it. George said

we can all hide behind that till we're ready

and then pop out and do 'em away.

Oh, well, thank you, Low. That's very reassuring.

Yes, sir. I thought you'd like to know.

Mark, I do wish you wouldn't discuss these things with the servants

when we have people here.

The servants are going to be in it with everybody else...

man, woman, and child before this thing is over.

They'll all have a job to do.

Their job is to look after us.

I didn't spend 6 solid months getting a staff together

to have the whole thing upset by a war.

Nor did Hitler.

Can't you read English?

Can't you see what it says?

"To be used only in case of enemy action."

What do you think you're doing?

Hop it. Hop it. Hop it

Don't you know there's a war on?

It's no good, Sabre.

That \\\\\ was right.

You may live to be 90 but not in the army.

You know. I've just joined the Navy.

Do you think you know anybody who could look after Popsy

while I'm gone? Someone young and cheerful

and kind.

I know a girl. If she's free she'll be ideal.

- You are a good chap. - Oh, nonsense.

Oh, but you are.

Popsy's always saying I

"I like Mr Sabre"

He's got a heart.

Somebody else just told me that.

The Lord is known by the judgment

which he executed.

The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands.

The wicked shall be turned into hell and

all the nations that forget God

Effie, what's the meaning of this?

- What, Father? - Coming in at this hour.

Why, it's only by 10, isn't it?

I will not have you roaming the streets

late at night. Where have you been?

Attie Simpson.

- All the time? - Yes, Father.

Effie, come here.

Where is it?

Oh, Father, all the girls use a bit of lipstick.

It isn't wicked to be pretty.

Who is the better judge of what is or is not wicked.

Well, I suppose, you are, Father, but...

Answer the door.

Oh, Mr Sabre, come in.

Good evening, Effie. Is your father in?

Yes.

Oh, good evening, Bright.

Hallow, Mr Sabre. Anything wrong at the office?

No, no.

I... I have a job for Effie,

if she wants it and

if you approve. Friends of mine are wonderful people.

What she needs is guidance and discipline in the God-sharing household.

Come in.

I'll put the jam in between the socks so it wouldn't break.

You won't forget me while...

Fred is away, will you?

- Oh not she...- Deborah...

I shall be under your feet all day long.

Effie, did she take her medicine this morning?

No, she was very naughty.

That's my fault. I spoilt her as a child.

Here, Popsy, take this nice medicine, the aspirin.

What about a glass of port instead?

That's so much more good.

See? Drunkenness raises it...

- Mark. - Coming!

-Goodbye. - Goodbye. -See you very soon.

What's she doing here?

Mark got her a job as companion.

Does he need one?

I won't be a minute, Popsy. I'll just go and say goodbye to Mr Saber.

Your Effie is a God sent. Thanks, old man.

You are really God sent.

Freddy's right.

There!

You must help me to be brave.

Freddy must never know what

my heart ... to me

at this moment.

Oh, my dear.

Train leaving in five minutes.

Preston Park, Burgess Hill,

Awful time. Trees bare. Dead leaves, everything.

Death and destruction.

And yet life

can walk along the lanes or round the woods

or somewhere underneath.

Sometimes I

Sometimes I get the feeling that

things are closing in.

Shelly had something pretty comforting about that, remember?

Oh wind, if Winter comes

give me your hand a moment,

to help me hold on to the

rest of those lines and believe them.

Oh Wind, if Winter comes

can Spring be far behind?

Do you think that is about us, Marco?

I've got to think so. So do you.

-Sorry!

- Mr Sabre. - Effie, what's the matter?

Only a little speck, from the engine.

- Let me have a look. - No, it's quite all right now.

- I'm all right now. - Are you sure?

Yes, really.

How about a cup of tea to wash those tears?

In you go.

Good evening, boys.

Good evening, George.

- Any news of the boy? - Nothing.

He is in Norway, is he?

Looks like a mess to me.

You'll say!

What did they want to send them out for?

If they hadn't got that stuff to have the job done?

That's right.

Good night.

-Hallow, Mr Saber. The usual? - Please,

We were just talking about that Norway business.

Yes, it looks as though we're going to be kicked out.

Ah, if we can get out.

Same old story. Too little and too late.

Yes, but whose fault is it?

Who's going to put it right?

- We are in the end. - Who?

We. Us.

Name some names.

You, and Tiny and me and

Mr Fargus here. Everybody in this room and all over England.

This is the people's war and we are the people.

For the voice if we can make it heard.

Ah, but can we?

I think so.

They always listen to the voice of the people if it's loud enough.

Why don't you read my paper?

It's all there - Yes.

But when Mr Sabre said it we believe it

if you know what I mean.

Why don't you talk to him?

I've been trying to get him to write for me for months.

What about it, sir?

Why not tell him what we all think while we're thinking it?

- Well, Sabre? - Don't tempt me.

What so you think about it, Rumper?

Eh? What's that?

Mr Sabre's asking what you think.

Oh, same again. Thank you kindly.

A pint of bitter.

Get him that, Tiny. I'm afraid that one's on me.

Hey, Grandpa, if I was as deaf as you is

I'd never be sober.

Mark, you haven't answered my question.

Will you take on the editorials?

On your head beard. I will.

Good!

Well, my circulation has gone up by one

two, three, ten!

Here's to my new editor, boys!

What is it, Effie?

Freddy's killed.

And Mrs Perch

Oh, Mr Sabre...

Now, now.

I'm glad you could come. Bad business, this.

Her heart couldn't take it.

- Is she? - Yes, matter of hours. Stroke.

Merciful, really, now the boy's gone.

- Anything I can do at all, doctor? - Yes.

See that this girl gets some sleep.

She's worn out.

I'll be back. Goodbye.

- Come on now. Off you go.

- Oh no, I couldn't leave her. She might wake.

You heard what the doctor said.

I can sleep here. Really I can.

But not just yet.

Thank you. You'll wake me if anything happens?

I shall.

Freddy! Freddy!

Where are you, Freddy?

I can't see you. Give me...

Give me your hand.

I'm coming to you. I'm coming...

I had the strangest feeling.

As though he were actually talking to her.

As though he were here, in the room,

holding out his hand for her

That's silly, isn't it?

I had the same feeling.

Remember David's lament for Saul and Jonathan?

"They were lovely and pleasant in their lives,

and in their death, they were not divided."

I know what it meant now when she called to Freddie.

He was the one person she could be absolutely sure of.

I know because that's the way I felt tonight...

sure of you.

I felt... You were the one person I could turn to.

You can always feel that, Effie.

Always.

Mark, when you stay out all night,

I do think you might let me know yourself.

Sorry. Mrs. Perch is gone, Mabel.

Freddie's death was too much for her.

That's too bad.

But I do think it was very funny that Miss Bright sent for you.

After all, the proper thing to have done...

Oh, for God's sake, can't you leave the girl alone?

I can.

Can you?

I don't understand you, Mabel.

I thought you were so sure of our life...

of us, so sure that nothing could shake you.

Nona Tybar couldn't,

but this seems to be different.

It's these innocent eyes little things.

Is there a change in you, Mark?

I think it dates from the time you started going

to the Perches, twice a week, every week.

I went to see Mrs Perch. Freddie asked me to.

I give you my word, Mable.

My word is not enough for you?

Not when you're giving it so violently.

I'm sorry, forgive me.

I'm violent, because I'm tired.

Or could it be because of a bad conscience?

-Could it? - Well,

Socialism. Rank rotten socialism.

-Have you read this? - What?

Sabre's article in Fargus' rag. Disgraceful!

No, but I'm not surprised.

Here! Look at that! Come here.

No wonder I can't do anything with my boy.

There he is, on his last leave,

hobnobbing with Sabre.

He's undermining him, I tell you.

He's undermining everybody, if you ask me.

Have the goodness to open that door.

Ah, Sabre, come in, will you?

Gentlemen. How's the book going?

Oh, fairly well, I think.

Perhaps your new book is suffering

because of your other writings.

I refer to this outpouring.

No, I don't think so.

You think this is important?

Very.

Frankly, I don't.

Well, I do.

Then perhaps you would like to devote more time to it.

Would you like to be released from your contract with us?

I think we can oblige you.

I would not, and may I remind you

that you cannot dismiss me except on serious moral grounds,

whatever that may mean.

It means different things to different people.

For instance, this.

This is seriously immoral from my standpoint.

Then it's a very good thing for me that you are not a court of law.

I don't think I shall give you any reason to invoke that clause.

If that's all, I'll...

One moment, Sabre. Please don't bounce away like that.

You know Harold's going on active duty.

Yes, he's made a fine pilot.

You ought to be very proud of him, Twyning.

I am.

That's easy for you to say.

You're not giving a son, and you're not going yourself.

Twyning, that is scarcely fair.

After all, Sabre is a man of ideals.

Just because he expresses those ideals so forcibly,

one need not necessarily expect him to fight for them.

If it's of any interest to either of you gentlemen,

I tried to enlist the day after war was declared.

You did? Well, well. Most creditable, eh, Twyning?

- Most creditable. - I was turned down.

- Why were you turned down? - Heart.

- Oh, really? - Mmm.

You look so fit.

Do they give you anything to show they turned you down?

A slip.

Do you, uh, carry it?

I don't have to.

Nobody who knows me would doubt my word.

Anyone else can verify it

by going to the medical examiner of the district.

It's just across the street, Twyning.

Thank you, dear.

I must say, a little of this war work goes a long way.

It's not so strenuous as actual nursing.

No, but actual nursing might be more fun.

Some of those convalescent officers

are most attractive.

Yes, if you could be sure of getting officers.

Mmm! This cake's delicious.

Who made it, Rebecca?

No. Sarah. Rebecca's gone.- No!

And such a treasure!

What was it, drink?

No, she was called up.

Have you ever heard of anything so provoking?

Hello, dear. How are you, Natalie?

Very well, except that I've overeaten.

This war work makes me simply ravenous.

Say, Mark, I've been reading that extraordinary stuff

you've been putting in the papers.

Well, I hope it's done you some good.

What do you think about it?

Oh, I think it's just a phase.

Well, that's the war for you.

The people that never said boo to a goose before

suddenly become oracles of wisdom.

- What is it, Low? - High's here, sir,

in the kitchen.

She don't half look hot stuff in her uniform.

Oh? I'll go and have a look at her.

And there's someone else out there, too, sir.

- Wants to see you. - Who?

Effie Bright, sir.

Effie Bright?

- What on earth...? - Haven't you heard?

I thought everybody knew.

What is it, Low?

She's been turned out...

turned out bag and baggage by that father of hers.

Turned out? Whatever for?

Oh, really, Mark. Must you be so naive?

She's going to have a baby, sir.

On the wrong side of the blanket, as they say.

Well, I'll be getting along.

No, don't go now.

I think I should. These family crises

are no place for a non-competent.

I know how you feel, darling...

But you can always come to me.

Now, ducks, drink up your tea. You'll feel better then.

Come on, now. Do as Low says. That's the girl.

- Go on, drink it. - Oh, Mr Sabre!

I know I shouldn't have come here,

but I had nowhere else to go.

My father said...

Oh, he called me...

Ah, now, now.

Come on, let's sit down.

Sit down and finish that cup of tea.

That's the girl. There you are.

Now, drink this. You'll feel better.

Come on, Effie.

Sarah!

I want some fresh tea...

If you're not too busy.

Try and drink it up.

Sarah, stop that nonsense

and do as you're told.

It's not nonsense. It's common decency.

But you wouldn't understand that, not your sort.

Leave the house this instant.

I'll pay you till the end of the month.

Go upstairs and pack your trunk!

In me own time!

You, all dolled up like a sister of mercy.

Talked about the horrors of war.

She's one. And what's more,

I wouldn't have stayed in this house as long as I did

if it hadn't been for the master.

Get out of my kitchen.

With pleasure.

Come on, I'll help you pack.

And if you take my advice, Mr. Sabre,

you won't be far behind us.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Sabre...

To cause all this trouble.

I'll go now.

No, no, Effie, please.

You had every right to come to me.

Yes. I'm beginning to think she had.

I'd like a word with you, Mark.

I'll be back in a moment.

Now, you stay right there.

Mabel, I'd like you to apologize to Effie.

Really? I don't think so.

Do you expect her to stay in my house?

Why, yes, of course,

until we can find somewhere else.

Why did she come here?

I told her once she could count on me.

Did you?

How sweet of you.

What claim has she on you?

What claim?

Isn't it enough that this poor child has

appealed to us in her need...

in her urgent, desperate need of

of comfort and kindness?

There's no avoiding it even if we wanted to,

no turning back,

no crossing to the other side of the street.

What a pity you'll never be able to take Sarah's advice

and leave me, Mark,

because, you see, I'm leaving you.

Not because you're jealous of Effie Bright?!

Jealous?

No, outraged, disgusted, finished.

You don't think I'm in love with her?

Love? That's too pretty a word.

Anyway, it's quite obvious

that you're not in love with me,

and it may surprise you to know that I'm not in love with you.

Perhaps.

But all that's got nothing to do

with that pathetic child in the kitchen.

No? I happen to think

that that pathetic child in the kitchen

is nothing but an ambitious little rotter

trying to better herself.

Mabel.

Come back a moment, will you?

I'll be honest with you.

There is someone else.

Honest? With me? Can you be?

I'll admit it's difficult, but I will be.

All right, you've sensed it.

I'm not in love with you.

I am in love with someone else.

I'm sorry, but there it is.

I'm relieved about one thing, though,

I see it really makes very little difference to you.

And the lucky, lucky woman

is not Effie Bright?

It is not Effie Bright.

I'm going now, and I shan't be back.

I'll divorce you, of course.

And I shall tell everyone

exactly why I've left my own house.

I'm sure you'll tell it, Mabel.

I'm not sure it'll be exact.

Good morning, Effie.

How are you feeling this morning?

- Much better, thank you. - Good.

What have we got here?

Oh, kippers.

How did you know I like them?

Come.

Sit down, and we'll have some.

Come on.

Oh, I couldn't.

I've had my breakfast.

- I had it early. - Sure?

Oh. Well...

Last night I said to myself, Effie Bright,

you ought not to have come here.

Now I know I shouldn't have.

I'll be off as soon as I've washed up.

You'll do no such thing.

You'll stay till we find a better place for you to go.

Sit down here now and have a cup of tea.

There you are.

Think of all the great decisions

that have been made in this world over a cup of tea.

First things first.

We'll get in touch with this young man of yours.

You've told him?

I've written.

Huh.

It's rather difficult these days.

Oh, overseas, huh?

Want a little sugar in here?

No, thank you.

Here you are.

It's no good, Mr. Sabre.

I couldn't tell you his name.

I couldn't. Not even you.

I didn't think you would, Effie,

and I love you for it.

There must be somewhere you can send her,

someone who will take her in.

Have you tried to find a place in wartime?

But look what it's doing to your reputation.

You're going to ruin yourself in Penny Green.

But you know that, don't you?

I'm not worried about myself, old man.

I'm going to stand by that child.

This firm, with its ecclesiastical connections,

cannot afford to have one breath of scandal

connected with its name.

I'm not sure that girl's being in your home

for the past week hasn't already

damaged our reputation.

Restitution must be made.

You must turn her out at once.

I refuse.

- Is that all? - Not quite, Sabre.

You're dismissed.

Legal notice of your termination

will be sent to you by registered mail.

You have violated the morals clause of your contract.

I herewith invoke that clause

and all that it implies.

If you mean that I forfeit

my shareholdings in the firm,

you'll have to fight me in a court of law.

You'll have to prove your case.

I should like nothing better.

Good morning, Sabre.

Oh, look here, old man, I'm

terribly sorry about all this.

About what, sir?

Oh, this scrape your daughter got herself into.

I have no daughter, Mr. Twyning.

Watch, steady. There you go.

Give him this here.

It's a receipt for her furniture.

I shouldn't have done it.

It hers.

Her father gave it to her for our wedding present.

What's this?

Received of Mark Sabre certain

goods and chattels belonging to Mrs Sabre.

There, there, there now.

I know where we can get me more chairs and tables.

Come on. There's nothing to cry about.

I don't understand women.

If Mark had 40 women in different parts of London

and made no secret of it,

nobody would have said a word.

But because he takes one poor, abandoned child

into his home... - Into his home!

You'll agree it's a bit different.

Oh!

Can't you see what will happen to you

if Mark Sabre continues to live with this girl...

And continues to write for your newspaper?

Strange.

When Mark resigned today, that's just what he said.

"I'm harming the paper.

I'm undoing the good it's done."

Well...

Well, I must say he's displayed rare good taste,

It is more than he's done until now

- Robertson. - Here!

- Edwards. - Here.

- Rimes. - Here.

Sabre.

He's working at the Tidborough plant, sergeant.

Must be on the late shift.

- Jones. - Here.

There's no smoke without fire,

that's what I say.

That ain't good enough for me,

not by a long shot.

No, not for me, neither, it ain't.

I want to hear at he's got to say.

He's resigned from the newspaper, ain't he?

Maybe that says it.

But who made him resign?

That's what I want to know.

Well, there's dirty work here, if you ask me.

He been saying things in that paper, he has.

Plenty of things.

Then why has he stopped?

He's been stopped, I say.

Then why has he took in us?

[All arguing]

Good evening, Effie.

Good evening. Did you see the post?

Saw it, read it, liked it.

It's from, uh, Nona Tybar.

She's back in London.

Asked me to come to see her tomorrow.

So I'll hop up in the first train in the morning.

Don't you see, Effie?

Now we'll get a move on. She'll know what to do!

You'll hear from that young man of yours,

and you'll hear very soon.

You know there's a war on.

I shan't be hearing.

There's a reason you haven't heard.

He's on a special mission, or perhaps he's...

No. I've tried to think that,

but not any longer.

But, Effie, if your young man...

I have no young man, Mr. Sabre.

It's as plain as the nose on your face.

Ah, I don't believe it.

Nobody would be fool enough to give up a girl like you.

It... it isn't possible.

It happens.

Someone you love doesn't love back.

That's all.

I just want to hear from him again.

Even if he hates me now

I want to hear from him.

Would you like a cigarette?

Don't tell me you managed to get some today?

A few.

Where did you hide 'em this time?

My place as usual.

You're a regular magpie

whenever it comes to hiding things.

Well, at least you know where to look for them.

Oh, after dinner, Mr. Sabre,

will you stop at the chemist's

I want a bottle of cleaning stuff

for your gray hat.

Do you think I would talk

better through a clean hat, Effie?

Oh, you are a caution, Mr. Sabre.

You always make me laugh.

You've taken a load off my mind.

At a pity, Marco.

Just the time when I could have been some use to you,

I was away.

Of course I'll fix everything.

There are a million things Effie and I can do.

First of all,

tell her to meet me tomorrow at 11:00 at this address.

Oh, poor darling. How you must have suffered!

Penny Green must have been buzzing with a vengeance.

Well, there has been a bit of talk.

I was a little afraid you'd hear.

I didn't want you to accept for me.

Marco, you idiot.

I love you.

Nothing can ever touch what I feel for you.

And as a part of everything else,

it will never change except grow.

When I'm a very old woman, it'll still be there.

Perhaps it'll be all of me that is left then.

Don't forget, tomorrow at 11:00.

I shall.

Mrs Ward, what's wrong?

It's Tony.

He been injured.

Badly?

Terribly, terribly.

It was a hand grenade.

He was training new men.

Mrs Ward, will you tell Mrs. Tybar

that I'll stay in London tonight,

and I'll be at the Combs hotel in Haymarket if she wants me.

All right, Mr. Sabre.

- Thank you. - All right.

Yes?

Mark Sabre in?

No.

Expecting him back soon?

I've just had a telegram from him.

He's at the Combs hotel in London.

- He may be back tomorrow. - Oh.

Name is Effie Bright?

Yes, I'm Effie Bright.

There's a little present for you.

Oh, no!

Oh, excuse me!

Name is Sabre?

- Yes. - I have a little present for you.

Thank you.

I'm from Milgrow & Bartle,

representing Mrs. Sabre.

Quite a bit of trouble finding you.

Just missed you at Penny Green.

Your girlfriend was quite put out when I gave her hers.

A nice bit of goods.

What did you say?

I was saying your...

as I was sayin'

when I served the writ on the young lady,

she seemed quite on edge.

Eh, sort of hysterical, in a manner speaking.

I ll...

I'm an officer of the court, I am!

You better be careful!

This is an insult, an outrage.

This \\\ look up upstairs

and we that other fello-

At time the next train

leaves for Tidborough, please. - Yes, sir.

Here's that other fellow

but there must be a reply.

There must be a reply.

And threaten the other fellow with violence.

He shall leave here immediately. I...

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Mr Sabre/

I'm Mark Sabre.

I'm inspector Bruster from Scotland Yard.

What's the matter?

I'm afraid I have some rather bad news for you.

What is it? What is it?

I think you'd better come along with me to your room.

Could she get poison?

I'm very sorry, Mr. Sabre,

but there are one two formalities

with which you must comply.

They have removed the body to the mortuary...

I never, never should have left her.

Why? Why did I leave her?

I have to tell you this...

Why did I leave her?

Because of your relationship with the deceased,

your presence will be required at the inquest,

which will be held tomorrow morning

in the Blue Boar at Penny Green.

Inquest?

Inquest?!

Sorry we're late,

but the line from town was blitzed last night.

All right, inspector.

Mr. Sabre, are you legally represented?

No.

You may be if you wish.

Medical testimony has been given to the effect

that the deceased, Effie Bright,

died from the effects of oxalic acid poisoning.

This bottle of oxalic acid,

used for cleaning purposes,

was found near the body of the deceased

in the kitchen of Mark Sabre's home

at the Crosshores, Penny Green.

Can you identify that bottle

as the one you sold 2 nights ago?

That's it, sir, or a likely facsimile.

Who was the purchaser?

Here it is in my poison book, sir.

Mark Sabre, of Crosshores, Penny Green.

Silence!

Mr. Coroner, sir,

I represent the deceased girl's father, Mr. Bright,

and with your permission,

I should like to ask the witness a question.

Very well, Mr. Pettigrew.

When you sold the customer the poison,

was there anything odd in his manner?

Well, eh...

He sat down while he bought it.

- Is that, uh, unusual? - Very.

Why?.

Because usually there aren't any chairs there.

Silence. Silence, please.

That will be all, Mr. Broadhurst.

William Bright.

It was June.

Can't be sure of the day.

Towards the end, I think.

Leastways it was late at night, that I know,

when Effie came in.

I should have known.

I should have realized then

who Effie had been staying out with.

I say, look here!

- Silence! - But I want to...

in the course of these proceedings,

you will be called upon to state what you know

about this tragedy.

Please wait until then.

Mr. Bright...

Was the deceased the sort of girl

who would meditate taking her own life?

Never. Never.

Had the deceased ever betrayed signs of loose character

while living beneath your roof?

Never. Never.

Have you any knowledge as to whether Mr. Sabre

was a frequent visitor at the place of the deceased's situation?

Constantly.

Night after night he was there.

And who else was in the house on these occasions?

An old lady, past 70, and my daughter Effie.

Do you know who was responsible

for the condition of your unhappy daughter?

Yes. There.

There.

And then not satisfied,

he took her to live in his house,

for everyone to see and point a finger at.

Please, Mr. Bright, allow me...

I shall not warn you again, Mr. Sabre.

Thank you, Mr. Bright.

S.J. Gibbons.

5:00 in the morning. 5:00.

Spent the night... openly.

Excuse me.

Brazen. Right in his own backyard.

Other occasions. Intimacy.

Innumerable occasions.

Innumerable.

Filth. Living proof.

Open association.

Ecclesiastical connections.

Highly moral tone.

Anybody could see what was going on.

Answer, sir! Answer!

Reluctantly attribute, base motive.

Answer!

Undue intimacy. Undue intimacy.

Occasions. Remonstrate.

The truth, the whole truth.

Is it a fact that your wife

has instituted divorce proceedings against you?

Look here,

that has nothing to do with this inquiry.

Is it a fact that in these proceedings, the...

the deceased woman

was named as co-respondent?

Look here!

You keep asking me to look here, sir,

but you tell me nothing.

I ask you plain questions,

please answer them.

Is it a fact that these proceedings

were served on you in London

on the occasion of your flight?

Flight. Flight?!

Or was it a little holiday

to get away from it all?

Oh, no, no, no.

Then what were you doing in London?

I was making arrangements

for Effie to leave Penny Green.

Ah, and before you left for London

to make these "arrangements"

to get rid of your obligations to this child,

you made a purchase.

No. Nothing in particular.

Yet you heard Mr. Broadhurst,

the chemist from Fairmile, Tidborough, give evidence

Oh, yes. I bought some cleaning fluid.

Then why did you go all the way to Fairmile

on the outskirts of Tidborough,

when there was a shop in Penny Green?

I wanted... I wanted to walk.

Let's come to the purpose of this

oxalic acid purchase.

Cleaning fluid, cleaning fluid.

Yes, cleaning fluid.

Oxalic acid, a deadly poison.

You know. You signed the poison book.

What did you want it for?

Effie asked me to get it to clean my gray hat.

And did she carry out her intention, sir?

Did she clean it?

You don't appear to be wearing it today.

Pray then, where is this hat

for which you obtained the oxalic acid?

Is it at your house?

No.

Not at your house? Odd.

Where, then?

- Look here... - Where then?

Answer the question, Mr. Sabre.

Where is the hat?

The wind, under a lorry in London.

I left it...

I left it in the gutter.

You left it in the gutter?

Stop it, stop it!

You're killing him, all of you!

- Stop it, I tell you! - Silence!

- Who are you?

I'm Nona Tybar.

Everybody in Penny Green knows me.

Oh, yes, indeed.

The wife of major Tybar of Northripps.

I was.

Major Tybar died this morning.

Allow me to offer you my deepest sympathy.

Now, if you have anything

that would help materially in this inquiry,

we should be glad to hear it.

By the death of Effie Bright,

Mark Sabre lost a dear friend,

a friend he was trying to help.

She turned to him because there was no one else she could turn to,

and because he was the only one

with the courage and decency to stretch out a hand to her.

But, Mrs. Tybar, this is irrelevant.

I have known Mark Sabre all my life.

He is a kind and honest man.

If any one of you here were in trouble,

you could go to him and he would help you.

Love, kindness, decency... those are precious things.

Don't destroy them, don't destroy them.

Mrs. Tybar, this is not a court of law.

We are not trying Mr. Sabre.

We are inquiring into the death

of that unhappy girl Effie Bright.

Please take a seat.

That will be all, Mr. Sabre.

Gentlemen of the jury,

you have now heard all the evidence.

It consequently becomes your duty

to return a true verdict

on your findings of facts.

Gentlemen of the jury,

are you agreed upon the verdict?

Yes, sir.

In the case of Effie Bright,

our verdict is suicide whilst of unsound mind.

Gentlemen of the jury, I thank you for your verdict,

in which I heartily concur.

Yes, Mr. Foreman?

The members of this jury

wish to add their most severe censure

of the conduct of the witness,

Mark Sabre.

Oyez, oyez, oyez.

All manner of persons with anything to do with this court

before the King's Coroner for this county,

touching the death of Effie Bright...

Mark, Mark.

Nona, go away. Go away, please.

You must keep out of this.

Mrs. Tybar, it will be better, perhaps,

if we leave him alone for a while.

Listen, we boys, we're his friends,

and we don't believe all this.

Mr. Fargus, you'd better do something about it

in your paper. - Yeah.

Yes, I will, boys. I will.

You come with me, Mrs. Tybar.

Dear Mr. Sabre,

you have been my one friend,

and in return I've brought you only trouble and shame.

Perhaps with me gone, a little of what I've done to you

will be undone.

I feel I ought to tell you now,

before I leave this world,

what I never was able to tell you or anyone...

the name of the boy is Harold Twyning.

He used to be in your office.

We had been secretly engaged a long time,

and we were going to be married.

Then he had to go overseas suddenly,

and he was afraid to tell his father.

So that was how it all was.

And, dear Mr. Sabre,

I do trust you to be with Harold

what you have always been with me and with everyone...

gentle and understanding things.

And I shall tell the Perches, too, about you.

Good-bye,

and may God bless and reward you

forever and ever. Effie.

Cab.

Tidborough, ....

Mark!

Mark, Mark, wait!

Twyning,

Twyning, I've come to speak to you about your son!

Sabre.

Sabre, have you heard?

Heard?

... killed.

My Harold, my boy.

My boy Harold.

Sabre, Sabre..

my boy... my...

It's good of you to come, Sabre.

I feel it.

After all that business,

I'm sorry about it, Sabre.

I feel your goodness in coming to me like this.

You know... you always knew what my boy meant to me.

My Harold.

Oh, Harold.

All my life, Sabre,

fighting and scrambling like a pig at a trough.

And for what?

To get on, to get ahead.

To make sure that my Harold had a better place in the world

than what I ever had.

Pushing people out of my way, shoving them.

fighting everybody, hating, lying

all for my boy,

now he's gone.

I say, Sabre, what's the matter?

I can't... I can't...

Marco.

Something's happened to Sabre.

Oh, call the doctor, quickly! Quickly!

Marco.

Hello, hello.

This is Tidborough 992 speaking.

Please send a doctor at once.

Mrs. Tybar's right in there, sir.

Hello, Nona.

HellO, Mr. Fargus.

Are the doctors here yet?

What's the verdict?

Don't know. Haven't seen them.

They're up there now giving him a final examination.

No one knew about that heart of Sabre's.

He never mentioned it.

Mark wouldn't.

Nona, you have done a wonderful job

standing by him all these weeks when he's been ill.

and in staying here and looking after things

all that isn't very important, Mr Fargus.

all that matters now is that Mark gets well

and strong again and

realizes that...

I think they're coming down now.

He's going to be OK alright.

Of course he is!

I've heard the London specialist say

that he won't have to come to see him anymore.

That means he's out of the woods, all right.

Well, the tea' s ready.

I made some nice watercress sandwiches for him.

Oh, he likes a bit of watercress

Oh! Look at the time!

I hate to think what the sergeant will say

if we're late.

That sergeant ain't no lady.

He won't refuse to see me now, will he?

I'd leave it for a few days, if I were you.

- Still refuses? - Yes, I'm afraid so.

Will it hurt if I insist?

Well, it ought to do him good.

Thank you doctors, for all your troubles.

Nona, I agreed with you

not to show Effie Bright's letter to Twyning at the moment

but it's time now

for me to use the information to clear Mark.

I still think that's up to Mark.

I told them to keep you away.

They tried but they couldn't.

- You've been here before. - I never left.

I thought I remember

your face.

I didn't think you knew me.

You've been so ill!

But you're better now.

You must go away and mot come back here any more.

You belonged to me once, darling, and I let you go.

Don't ask me to do that again.

But what have I left to offer you?

All your troubles now and

all your joys when they come back to you.

Yes, and all my shame.

People feeling sorry for you.

I can't take you into that.

Don't you see, darling,

I'm all finished here, and, perhaps, everywhere.

You don't suppose anyone would

publish my schoolbooks now?

Marco, this is a confused frightened world,

but it's a world to live in, not to run away from.

All right, it'll be hard.

Some people will reject you,

refuse to listen to you, but that mustn't stop you.

Nothing must stop you.

I want you to go.

No, you don't, darling.

And the only way you can make me go is to...

tell me that you don't think I'm

real enough or

honest enough to make you happy.

Tell me that, and I'll go.

Nona.

Oh, darling, I'll never leave you.

Never, never.

It isn't going to be easy.

I don't ask for it to be.

You didn't ask for it to be easy.

I thought I'd burned this.

Well, then.

I also thought I would never see you again.

If you're going to share

what the future holds for me,

you have much more right than I

to say what shall be done to that letter.

Much more right.

Thank you, darling.

My darling.