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Morning, men.

Good morning.

Thank you.

What time did Colonel

Jefferson leave, Miner? At five o 'clock this morning, men.

Good morning, Ali.

We're picking up Mrs. Armstrong on the way.

Thank you.

Hi, Ma.

Hi, Ma. No, no.

Come on,

Marion. Come on, cheer up.

Ben's letter this morning was a cry from the heart.

He's desperately unhappy on that farm. Look, mine are just the same. They all

hate being evacuated.

Well, every letter I get from James goes on about how dirty the countryside is.

And noisy.

Oh, you should hear him on the subject of the dawn chorus.

I wish we'd brought Ben out here with us. Well, you didn't.

I don't know why not.

The schools here aren't so bad.

Not for well -bred English gentlemen.

Cold showers and sponge pudding is what sticks our future empire makers

together.

I adore James.

Frankly, if he lived here with us, I'd go mad.

He's so loud.

I could do with some of Ben's noise right now.

Well, you are here and he is there, my dear, and there's nothing you can do

about it. Oh, yes, there is.

What?

I could go back to England.

Come on. If I don't get some coffee, I'm going to drop.

Have you told Clifford you want to go home? I only thought of it this morning

after reading Ben's letter.

Clifford left the house early.

What's he going to say?

I've no idea.

Why do you have to go?

What is so important that you have to rush off? The Sydney Morning Herald want

piece on what people are thinking in the peninsular.

You know, war scares, hopes and fears, the ill apparel, all the usual.

They're paying well, they ask me and I'm going.

Oh, I do love the give and take of our relationship, Bernard. It is wonderful.

Rose, you only cut back from Hong Kong a week ago.

I mean, we aren't exactly inseparable, are we?

Why leave next Monday? Why not leave it for a while? The situation isn't going

to change.

The Herald won't wait.

They want it soon, or forget it.

You let yourself get bullied into things.

Rose, for someone who's never had to do a day's work in her life, I don't expect

you to understand the problems of the hoi polloi.

I'll see you later.

Bernard, don't go. Sit down.

I'm sorry.

Never said that before.

Said what?

Sorry. I'm sorry. Do you want blood? All right. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.

I get the impression she's sorry.

That's Bernard Webster.

Rise. Oh, the man who does that wireless program on Sunday afternoons.

Oh, I'm napping Sunday afternoons. I wouldn't know.

Coffee, please, for two.

Oh, and bring some fattened tea cakes, please.

I like cakes. Why be sneaky about it?

Let's go to Robinson's. We need wine glasses.

We seem to go through them like ninepins.

What are you doing?

I'm dying to know what you're sorry about.

I was going to say, before you threw a fit, how about coming with me?

I can talk to people during the day.

You can go shopping.

And in the evening, we can paint the town red.

I can think of absolutely nothing that I'd want to buy in Kuala Lumpur, and

less that I'd want to paint.

Have it your way.

However, I suppose even KL is better than staying here to watch the grass

Rose, in your own gracious way, are you saying yes?

I suppose you're going to spend the night boozing with your pals and talking

about coups and deadlines.

Well,

think it over.

Oh dear, he doesn't look happy.

Can't you mind your own business just for a minute?

My business is boring. Everyone else seems much more interesting.

Anyway, take the gossip out of life and what's left?

Now that, more or less, is the reason I want to go home.

Correction, I'd rather be bored than bombed.

So you prefer to stay in Singapore, surrounded by people like that?

Then what?

Go home and do something constructive.

Like?

I don't know.

Anything.

Something better than sitting here, reading the papers, saying, oh, I see

they're knocking old Hitler for six over there. Jolly good, what?

Darling, you aren't really being very specific. I still have no idea what it

you want to do in England.

Fly a Spitfire or what?

What do we do here?

We have coffee, we go shopping.

We have lunch, we do some more shopping. We have afternoon tea.

We go home, we have a nap, and then more often than not, we go to some silly

dinner dance.

In the meantime, Britain's being smashed to pieces, and our children are shunted

about with... little tags round their necks like suitcases.

So, you'll go home, abolish the evacuation programme, and live in a cosy

-raid shelter in Hampton. Is that the idea?

There must be some work going. All I need is something to make me feel

in the war. I don't feel involved here.

All right.

Name me one thing I can do.

Oh, without having to give up. My laundry boy, my house boy, my tipping,

dances and gossip, and marry a new, watch yourself, a patriot.

You think I'm making a big fuss over nothing, don't you?

No. I think you're making a big fuss over something you can do nothing about.

So why not take a breath?

The bill.

Wine glasses.

Good. A bit more shopping, then lunch.

Oh, and I am longing to pick up my new frock for tonight's silly dinner dance.

You know, when you think about it, it is not such a bad life, is it?

Get yourself a drink, Watson.

This shouldn't take long. Thank you, sir.

Here, what do you think you ought to... I'll be sorry, sir.

Who's in command here?

Major Simms, sir. My compliments. Fetch him.

Sir.

Hello, sir. This is a surprise.

I wasn't expecting anyone.

Jefferson. I'm from GHQ.

Thames. Nice to meet you, sir.

But it looks a bit of a shambles, I know.

I'm having hell's own trouble.

Five men went down with the runs last week, and two more yesterday.

Infected malaria.

These cabinets were unlocked and unguarded when I came in. Good God.

Corporal Jackson?

Yes, sir? Did you leave this office unattended?

Only for a minute, sir.

The phone went in the back room. All right, Corporal, leave us, please.

What are these?

Ah, yes, that's the bump on anti -tank defence.

When did you receive this bump?

Oh, good Lord, weeks ago, I think.

Why wasn't it distributed?

Well, well... How would you deal with an enemy tank, Major?

How would I deal? Yes, just suppose the Japanese squadron is moving down the

peninsula. It is converging on this post. What is the first thing you do?

Jap tanks coming down the peninsula.

Through the jungle.

Oh, come on, sir. I mean, let's be reasonable.

The jungle's too thick for a snake to penetrate.

Oh, they'll come by sea if they come at all. And we'll have them covered by our

land guns.

Blow the buggers sky high.

They can't come this way. Not even the Nipsibis have bloody daft as to try

That's your view, is it?

Well, it's the view of everyone from General Percival Down, sir.

Look, I'm sorry about this stuff.

I've been up to my ears in it lately.

With respect, I don't think GHQ has much idea what it's like trying to run a

unit up here.

Bloody mosquitoes picking us off like ninepins.

I'll get someone onto it right away.

Jackson?

Yes, sir. Get this lot circulated at once.

Sir.

Careful of nogging before you go back, sir.

Major Sims, listen to me carefully, because I shall only say this once.

Part of my job is to make spot checks on posts like this to see what state

they're in.

Now, you may draw some consolation from knowing that you are not alone in

appearing to be totally unconcerned with the growing threat posed by the

Japanese Empire. However, let me cut that consolation down to size.

The next time I come here, and rest assured, I will be back, I want you to

me the impression of a military unit capable of withstanding an enemy attack.

Should you not be able to give that impression, Sims, I would not, if I were

you, be surprised to find my service career cut up at the knees.

or a secondment to Antarctica in my morning post.

Hang on. No buts, ifs, or maybes.

Get on to it, right away.

Jackson?

I am Sister Ulrika, consultor to the Mother Superior of the Santa Teresa

Mission.

Please take me to see His Grace.

The archbishop is away, Sister.

Then take me to the bishop.

I'm sorry, Sister, but his lordship is on leave.

Then take me to the nearest available priest.

Father Lynn.

He will have to do this. But he's at prayer, Sister.

Sister.

I have just come across from the islands.

It has taken me three days to complete this tedious journey.

I have spent a great deal of time waiting for boats and trains which did

arrive. I have eaten little and slept even less.

Now, I am aware that the Lord sends us trials to test our fortitude and

patience, and I'm glad to say on this occasion my fortitude has come through

with flying colors.

And until a minute ago, so did my patience.

Now go and fetch Father Lin, my sister.

You know what this place always reminds me of? What?

Do you remember those dancing lessons at school?

Oh, yes.

The scratchy records when those poor chaps hurried together and dragged over

from Radley. Oh, I still bear the scars on my feet. They probably still bear the

scars on their phones.

We were awful in those days.

Pounded in acne.

Do you remember we were never allowed to dance?

At least 12 inches between the hips down.

I hope to.

If I could just met him and marry him.

Come on, it's time we headed for home.

You ladies care to dance?

He's a killer with a foxtrot. Me, I'm more of a tango person.

Thank you. We were just leaving.

Brush -off number 39, Harry.

Gee whee!

You didn't mean it as a brush -off. Not much. No, really, why don't you come and

sit down?

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Blight.

You could offer us a cigarette, if you like.

Oh, yeah.

My name's Johnny Saunders. He's Harry Milne. No, thank you. I don't smoke.

Neither do I.

Are you new to Singapore?

We came in on the troop ship last week.

What did you mean about rush off number 39?

Well...

It seems like our rough -body ways don't go down too well with you, Tom.

With you, English.

Oh, that's nonsense.

Oh, it's true.

Oh, we all ride in our place, but that place isn't here.

What are you driving at?

Did you know Australian fruits are actually banned from most of these

Surely that's not true.

With respect, ma 'am, you people sure feed yourselves.

See what I mean?

I'd rather like that dance now.

Sorry? If the office will open.

Yes, sure. So would I.

Thanks. I was beginning to think of the plague or something.

Yes. Are you staying here long?

No idea.

Singapore's having a scene with soldiers.

I wonder why that is.

Oh, I don't know.

We'll have to send her somewhere.

You suppose it's because we might be in the way, right?

Don't ask me.

I only work here.

I am asking you.

No, I don't reckon so.

I may have said something to her by now.

Put us on manoeuvres, told her to run around a bit.

We haven't heard a thing.

My husband thinks we shall.

Your husband?

What's he doing?

He's in the army.

Army? Whose army?

Howard's, at the pub.

Is that right?

Officer, is he? Actually, he's a colonel.

Oh, I see.

Sister Rika?

Yes? I'm Father Lim. This is a pleasure. Sister... I think not, Father.

I beg your pardon?

For the past four months, I have written a dozen letters imploring someone here

to send finances urgently to our mission.

Not one of them has been graced with a reply.

I think you should discuss this with his grace.

But I'm afraid he's away from Singapore at present. I'm discussing this with

you, young man.

I've come from the Santa Teresa Mission in the islands.

Our only income is a payment from here each month.

It is now December the 5th. The last time we received anything was in August.

We have been given no explanation as to why it hasn't been sent. I can only

assume a massive incompetence on your part.

So, I intend to stay here until the matter is rectified.

Oh, I...

I think there must be a perfectly simple explanation.

In the meantime, let me show you some quarters.

You can have a rest after your journey. I said I intend to stay here until the

matter is resolved.

Yes, I understand, sister. No, father, you do not understand.

I'm in here, on this bench.

But you can't mean to... When I receive the archbishop or the money,

then I shall move.

It made my day to know that I can still attract men under 55.

I'm glad we were able to do our little bit for international relations.

I suppose we are a bit cliquey, though. The poms, I mean.

Darling. What?

Have you really made up your mind about going home?

Oh, yes.

I think you're mad.

Although I've always thought that anyway.

Thanks for the lift. Vicky, I'm sorry.

What for?

Have I been an awful bore today?

Yes.

But my dear, if you can't bore your oldest friend, who can you bore? That's

I say.

See you tonight.

Yes.

See you tonight.

Oh, I know I'm late. Sorry.

That's all right.

Haven't you asked her yet?

No, I was waiting for your moral support.

Come in.

Norris, Keane, what is it?

I'd like permission to go early tonight, Doctor.

No, that's not possible, I'm afraid.

But Nurse Keane has already agreed to take over the rest of my shift.

I don't mind, Doctor. You know I disapprove of the chopping and changing

shift. Yes, but it's the first time I've asked to go early in three months. Why

is it necessary?

It's a dinner dance.

Rather a special one.

Very well. If it's absolutely essential.

Thank you, Doctor. Your gratitude would be better directed towards nice keen, no

less. Yes, Doctor.

That old battle act makes the wicked witch of the West seem like goody -two

-shoes. Just another burden sent to triumph.

Thanks, Nell. Do the same for you.

God, the bloody dinner dance.

You're cutting it a bit fine.

I've forgotten all about it.

Can we talk? It's been the damnedest day.

Had to go up country.

Wouldn't believe the incompetence. Darling, can we talk?

Later, can we?

Come on, Tom.

You could have worn a dress suit. I don't have a dress suit. Look.

There's been peace in Singapore for a hundred years.

I can see no reason why suddenly it all should change.

Well, I disagree with you. I hope you're right, Jack.

I don't think you hope anything of the sort, Clifford.

I don't want a war.

But equally, if war is inevitable, I don't want to play the ostrich.

Suddenly everyone's talking about war.

Really? I don't hear them. Not even this morning, Maryam, was going on.

Trouble is, no one talks about war because no one believes there will be

this part of the world.

And you do, I suppose, Clifford.

Yes, frankly, I do. Not with Germany, with Japan.

You could have hired one.

Why? Well, you look like an unimportant civil servant.

Kate, I am an unimportant civil servant.

Oh, Tom.

The photographer's shibuchi has closed down.

There used to be Japanese waiters here. You see any now?

Actually, someone was saying that Japanese houseboys suddenly vanished.

When was this?

About a week or so ago.

What are you driving at, Clifford?

I'm driving at the fact that the island seems to have lost most of its Japanese

residents. Well, where on earth did they go?

Oh,

come on, chap. I mean, surely that's not...

My darling, how kind of you. Yes, I'd love to dance.

All right.

Ridiculous idea, dancing while you eat. No wonder indigestion is such an

epidemic out here. I don't know what I see in you. Really, I don't. I suppose I

possess a certain animal magnetism. Why don't you get mad for once?

Lose your temper.

Proving. Oh, come on, Kate. A lump like you.

You might look as if

you're enjoying yourself.

But I'm not.

There are far better things to do than attend these dreary do's.

You mean if we went to bed, I suppose.

Now you come to mention it, yes.

Well, my answer on that subject remains the same as before.

I thought it might.

Smartly dressed, important civil servant. Maybe I changed my mind.

Oh! Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. Really.

Maybe a second.

Have you told Clifford yet?

Not yet.

Oh, when are you going to tell him?

Don't worry, he'll be the first to know. I'll reserve a ringside seat.

Who's he talking to?

I've no idea.

He's rather nice -looking.

Well, when you've settled in, I'll take you around up country and you'll be able

to see for yourself. Now, come and meet my brother.

Marion?

Marion, I'd like to meet Lieutenant Simon Treat.

Remember Stanley Treat?

Oh. Well, this is his son. How do you do?

Simon has recently joined us. How do you like Singapore, Mr. Treves? I've only

been here for a week. It's a little soon to tell, but so far so good.

Excuse me.

This is Mrs. Armstrong.

Victoria.

How do you do, Mr... Treves. Simon Treves. Hello.

Hello. So you're a new boy here? Yes.

You must have lots of questions to ask about Singapore.

Lots? Oh, well, perhaps I can ask some of them for you.

Can we go home?

That is the best suggestion I've heard all night.

Is the Archbishop with you, Father? No.

Do you have my money?

But, Sister, I have no authority to release... Good night, Father.

If you've made up your mind to go, then you must.

At once.

I believe there's a sailing for Cape Town on Friday.

Though how you manage from there, of course, is difficult to say. I'm told

the German Navy has Britain sealed off. Though I'm sure you'll find a way.

Damn it, Marion, why?

Why must you go?

You've got your work here. It fills every minute of your day.

I've got nothing and I feel a fraud.

Worse, I feel rather cowardly. You are fulfilling a role here. I have no role.

For God's sake, you have one as my wife. My principal function is to keep the

numbers even at dinner.

Darling, I must find something useful to do.

You have.

Next to you, I love Ben.

Now, if I can't help you, I can go and help him. How? Well, simply by being

there. Being where? Oh, you know what I mean. I'm afraid I don't.

The boy's 13.

While he's billeted in Wales, he's attending the local school. Now, where

you come in?

Do you intend to lead him by the hand to the classroom and then take him home

afterwards? I don't know. You'll embarrass him. Oh, it'll be fine for the

few weeks. It'll be, good old mum, super to see you.

Then it'll be, mum, can I have your sweet ration? And then, mother, don't

to wait for me after school.

The other chaps will start ragging it.

He'll end up by begging you to go back to Singapore.

Thank you.

You do wonders for my self -confidence sometimes.

You're very hard to please, you know. On the contrary, I'm very easy to please.

Just leave this place and I'll be deliriously happy.

You're going to be late on duty and Dr Mason will stand you in the corner.

Oh, I don't care about Mason.

As you always say that until you're faced with her. Then it's yes doc, no

Come on, Kate.

I haven't got to anything for your birthday yet. I'm sure you'll think of

something.

This is called Little India, and with the godowns along the Singapore River,

represents the oldest part of the city.

If we

continue through the market, we'll

come to the famous Hindu temple called the Rama Kalyaman.

This temple was founded almost 70 years ago by Indians from the south of India.

It originally began as a very small wooden shack with a three -inch roof.

The temple was founded by the Indians from the south of the land.

It developed as more Indians joined the community and later became the temple

for the employees of the Singapore municipality and public works

Il est ensuite devenu le temple des employés de la municipalité de Singapour

du département des travaux publics. La partie principale est le sanctuaire.

However, we can look at figures of Lord Subramania here on the right and the

elephant god over there on the left called Ganesh.

On y remarque notamment des statues représentant la divinité Subramania à la

droite.

May I help you, sir?

I'm awfully sorry.

But you're so very knowledgeable about this place, and I'm so extremely

ignorant, I just thought I might learn something by tagging along with your

tour. I'm sorry.

These are just some friends I'm showing around.

I do beg your pardon.

Perhaps if you would like to inquire back there, you will find someone to

you. Oh, that wouldn't be the same at all.

I am sorry. So am I.

I've only been in Singapore for a week and don't know my way at all.

Any bookshop will tell you a map, I'm sure.

I'm pretty hopeless at map reading.

An army officer who cannot read a map.

How do you know I'm in the army?

Oh, I just guess.

Really, I would like to get to know your city better.

Won't you show it to me sometime?

Please?

Well... We were told people in Singapore were the friendliest in the world.

I can't today.

Tomorrow, then.

I can't Monday. I'm on duty.

All right, then, tomorrow.

What time?

I'm free in the afternoon.

Two o 'clock.

Yes, all right.

Where shall I meet you?

I can meet you here.

Fine.

Oh, excuse me.

May I ask you a personal question?

What would you like to know?

Your name.

Christina Campbell.

Simon Treves.

Now we shall go to the boat key.

I thought you'd tell them a piece on the chances of an invasion.

It was Spike.

You mean Christmas plans on the island is more important?

I mean, like anything connected with rocking the boat here, it was judged bad

for morale and chucked away.

How do you feel about that, Bernie?

Well, how do you think I feel?

I feel rotten about it. There's nothing I can do.

So what have you decided to talk about this afternoon on the wireless?

The view from Clifford Pier.

Are you going to mention that if you look hard, you can see Japanese warships

the distance? Give it a rest, Rose.

Bernard.

Do you believe that the Japs are getting ready for war?

I've said to enough times.

How many of your colleagues feel the same?

Nearly all of them. Well, I was under the impression that a journalist's

principal responsibility was to keep his public informed. I know that. I mean,

more than what the Christmas plans are. Look, Rose, I'm a poor freelance hack. I

can only sell things to people who want to buy them. So don't tell me. I'm a

sodding editor.

Well. He takes his orders from the army.

So I've got to go and corner the general staff.

Think I'm happy there are Japanese fleets milling about out there?

You think I don't care? This island has hardly any aircraft to speak of.

Hasn't got a single damn tank.

Christ, Rose, what can I do about it?

Your broadcast goes out live, doesn't it?

What's the rush? Nothing much, just a shortish, fattish, uglyish chap called

Ray. Or is it Roy?

What's this?

Oh, it's Tom's birthday today.

Hmm, what did you get him? Ah, never your mind.

Roy, Ray, waiting. Have a good time.

And in a moment, Bernard Webster with a personal approach.

For Pete's sake, Bernard, where have you been?

What's up with him today?

All right, Paul is here. We'll go ahead on time.

You grabs.

The time is three o 'clock.

We present A Personal Approach by Bernard Webster.

Good afternoon, everybody.

Looking through my diary the other day.

I realize that you've been hearing my voice every Sunday afternoon for almost

three years.

In that time, I see I have discussed monsoons, cricket, rubber industry, tin

mining, Stanford raffles, and the life cycle of the mosquito, to name but a

However, ladies and gentlemen, one subject I have never discussed, never

discussed, is that of our defense.

I have never discussed it because it does not exist.

Do you know, for example, how many operational aircraft we have on

Island?

141. And yet the necessary minimum stipulated by the chiefs of staff to

an enemy attack is 366. As we speak, the Japanese Air Force has over 700

aircraft.

Now, the British government spent 20 million pounds building the largest

base in the Far East. What they did not build were the means to defend it.

Our 15 -inch land guns point out to sea, because years ago it was agreed that

any attack upon our island could only come from that direction.

If, however, the enemy decides to come over land, these guns cannot be turned

round.

There is not one tank within the precincts of Singapore.

When we asked for a fleet, the British government sent two ships, one of which,

the Repulse, was built in 1916.

My friends...

For days now, sightings have been made of vast Japanese naval movement in the

South China Seas.

You, however, have heard nothing, read nothing about them, because the news has

been censored.

Such information, we poor journalists are told, would be, quote, bad for

unquote. Is behaving like a bunch of ostriches better for morale?

I earnestly entreat all of you to do all in your power. We are sorry to have

lost contact with that broadcast.

In the meantime, here is some music.

We are not impregnable. The danger from Japan is real and it is very close at

hand. All right, Bernard, you're off the air.

You bloody fool.

Colonel Jefferson's residence?

For you, Twan.

Headquarters.

Yes, sir, I did.

And with the greatest respect, I'm delighted.

This temple is called Tien Ok Keng, commonly known as the Temple of Heavenly

Happiness.

As you can see, it's typically Chinese, of a style which has been common in

Singapore since the middle of the last century.

Do you come to pray here?

No, not often.

As a matter of fact, I was brought up as a Christian.

Really? Why was that?

Because my father was from Scotland.

Oh, yes, Campbell, of course.

Now, if you will observe the roof, you will notice the interesting design which

combines elements... Does your father still live in Singapore?

My father is no longer alive, Mr. Tree.

How many languages do you speak?

Why do you ask?

I heard you speak French yesterday and now Chinese.

Your English is marvelous.

My father was a language teacher. He taught French and German here in

Hokkien I learned from my mother.

But English has always been my first language and my favorite.

Why do you like English best?

Because one day I would like to go to England.

You won't like the climate.

I'm sure I would like everything about England.

Now, Mr. Treves, do you mind?

Ah, yes, of course.

Thank you. No.

Sister Ulrika, the archbishop is still in Sumatra.

He'll be away for another week at least. Can you imagine, Father Lim, what his

grace will say when he comes back to find that his sister has been fasting in

these cloisters?

Can you imagine how displeased he's going to be?

You may take the sandwiches, Father.

Face not, run not.

Happy birthday.

What is it?

Well, what do you think it is?

It's a present.

Well, go on, open it.

It's pink.

It's a hotel key.

That's right.

Englishman showing his emotions in public.

That must be the end of civilization as we know it.

Well, come on then.

Where have you been?

Mixing with the rest of the unemployed.

I'm proud of you, Bernard.

Yeah, well, to use one of your favourite phrases, it's only money, isn't it?

Are you sorry you did it?

No.

Well, that's all that matters then, isn't it?

You come to bed.

You look all in.

I've just written to Benjamin to say that I'm coming.

You'll probably get there before this does.

If it gets there at all... I

don't want you to go.

This may come as something of a surprise, since I haven't discussed it

but...

I love you very much.

However, you're quite right. The way of life for you here is ridiculous. You

should and you must go home.

That isn't to say that I'm not going to miss you like hell.

It's no surprise. I never doubted that you love me.

I haven't exactly swamped you with attention recently.

But you have your work. I know how much there is. I don't need to be swamped

with attention.

I don't know what I'm going to do without you. I hope you're going to be

busy to do anything.

There are a great number of predatory females on this island.

Really?

Where?

What

are you

thinking?

I was thinking it might not be a bad idea to get married sometime.

Oh, really?

Well, it would be a pity if for some reason you had to push off back to

Australia. So long you can call it. A pity.

Well, I think we hit it off quite well together.

Don't you think?

We do?

Yes.

Well, we could give it a go.

What do you say?

Ever since I was a little girl, I always had this dream that this tall, dark,

handsome prince would come and ask me to marry him.

I always thought he'd be slightly more romantic about it.

Tom?

What?

Okay, sport.

Let's give it a go.

When?

How many?

Well, yes, but surely... What's the matter?

All right, I'll be over right away.

The Japs have landed on the peninsula.

Where?

About 400 miles up the coast at Kotobaru.

What's being done?

The governor has sent a message to the garrison up there.

He says he supposes they will shove the little men off.

So they are coming over land after all.

Pretty much looks like it.

I don't know how long I shall be at G .H.

That's odd. What?

I thought they might be some of our planes flying north to Kodabaru.

But they're coming south.

Towards the town.

What's going on?

Are they Japanese?

They're Japanese, all right.

It didn't take them long to prove you right, did it?

Wonderful.

We need more O and B passed.

I'll go down again. Keen, the woman in the corner, morphine. Right.

Westerby, tell the theatre to expect two more amputations.

Who put that stretcher here? Move it.

Yes? Are you Dr. Beatrix Mason?

Beatrix, yes. You need extra help? Of course we need extra help. From my

We are at your disposal.

Thank you.

Come, sister.

I don't know what you're crying about. Nice long Christmas haul for you.

The raid by a Japanese bomber squadron ceased just before dawn.

Most of the bombs landed in the Chinese quarter.

You both have families in the camp, don't you? Yes, ma 'am. Go and make sure

they're all right. Thank you, ma 'am.

The numbers of dead and wounded are still coming in.

There was no warning?

Nothing! Light blazing all over the city. They couldn't have had it easier.

Japanese Air Force has attacked the American naval base at Pearl Harbor in

Hawaii. Please stand by for further announcements.

Marion, listen to me.

The war's begun and we're not going to win it. You can't say that. Or maybe

sometime in the future.

But for the moment, there's no joy.

You must get out as soon as you can.

The Japanese will be in Singapore in a matter of weeks and they'll take us like

picking an apple.

Does that mean that you're leaving?

Not yet, no.

But you must get on the Friday sailing.

No.

There'll be work for me here now.

Marion, please.

Can you imagine? Can you...

Possibly imagine what will happen when the Japs arrive.

I'm staying, Clifford.