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It's all over.

We're just beginning.

A new year.

And a new camp.

I think I will try to manage the last few steps alone.

Farewell, freedom.

For what it was worth.

Everything. It was worth everything.

Get on with it!

What the hell's going on?

Come here, Chica.

Nip's idea of a joke, I presume, noting the weight we haven't got.

Why is it so empty?

Where is everyone?

Perhaps they've just opened it.

No, look over there.

It's so odd.

Why don't they come and welcome us?

New camp, new rules, perhaps?

Even so.

Christina Campbell!

What's your name?

I'm Juikkan.

I can speak a little Japanese, but I can also speak a little Japanese.

Is that him?

Yes, of course.

Juik!

This is the prisoner, Christina Campbell.

She can speak Japanese, but she can also speak a little Japanese.

That's her.

That's the cute one.

You might think she's a good -for -nothing.

Inside! Inside!

Move!

No one is blaming you. Well, you could have fooled me.

And Kate?

Kate, my dear, there seems to be some drinking water. Why not help me to fill

these shelves?

The sick must be very thirsty.

By being buried alive.

At least we are alive.

Wouldn't get on.

I should be helping you.

You?

Seriously?

No, of all times. Oh, it's not always the way.

Here you go.

You sound just like Sylvia.

Sylvia. Yes, well, um... Up today, is it?

Oh.

Here, Walter.

Bless you.

Do I have some friends?

Nellie, Sylvia, Blanche, wherever you meet me.

Here you are, Beatrice.

Go on, now.

There's no need to nurse me. Take it easy.

Here you go.

And again.

Oh. I've only nearly... gone so close.

I know.

Still.

The Blanchers, they're bound to have landed up at the rift.

They've been shot. I know they've been shot.

That's absolute nonsense.

And you know it. Nonsense?

Nonsense, you call it? And why should we believe anything that the Japs tell us?

How right you are.

You see?

You should have insisted we stayed together.

Insisted! I was hardly in a position to. Call yourself a leader. Hear, hear. And

why have we been shot? Answer me that. How should I know? I know.

It's because we are too...

We're being shot.

Now,

they'd hardly march us all this way in order to shoot us. What they... Who

what the Japs would do.

Bloody, bloody woman.

She's afraid, so she needs to play. We're all afraid.

She's right, though.

I should have insisted.

Should have.

And made our position worse.

You really think that?

Not just saying.

That is not my way. Here.

I'd only have insisted for Debbie.

Insisted she go to a hospital. She would be alive now.

It's not your fault she was beaten.

They think so.

No. You do.

It was my responsibility.

Wasn't it? My responsibility.

You say so.

They're all against me. That is not true. and you know it.

Debbie was quite old enough to know better than to bond off on her own.

And you are old enough not to indulge in self -pity.

And now help me to her dishes.

As for Rose, it is her feelings for Blanche no more than that.

She thinks I'm weak.

This is the lab. It looks different for a long stay.

This place.

Something creepy about it.

You're right there.

Nasty little figures.

What was that?

Sounded like a cat. Listen.

He's coming for us.

So sorry for the delay. I was in the side ward and nobody told me you'd

Well, don't look so scared. I'm not a ghost.

Nathalie Trier. Dr.

Nathalie Trier. A doctor?

Oh, thank God.

I'm Marion Jefferson, the lead... Marion Jefferson.

Lead of the British, and I insist, Ulrich, a lead of the Dutch. How do you

Why were we locked in?

Isolation. A week ago, a woman brought in leprosy. So I insist on examining all

new internees before this passes.

What is this place? Where are we? Not nice, you don't mind. Let's get this

sorted first.

It's both gents and bands and balls versus malaria.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Oh, food. I don't believe it. Food. Food.

Wait for me. Wait for me.

Stay there. I'll get going.

Talk about no got a fight in my bloody home.

Come on, Sally. There's some food.

Food, Sally.

The doctor.

Doctor? Our doctor. Dr. Mason.

A bit more.

What's your name?

Daisy. Daisy.

Did you what?

Robertson, Smith.

So where are we, then?

It's a camp.

I know that, but what was it? What's it like?

Oh, come on, you know. It's just a camp.

A missionary school.

But I'm not sure where it is at all.

Any villages nearby?

One. And?

Oh, for pity's sake, girl, all we've seen so far is this bloody awful room.

Josh, you're in the way. Hard luck.

How many here?

I'm not sure. It goes up and down.

Gosh.

How many guards? Don't tell me they go up and down as well.

Well, what?

Oh, I don't believe it. Excuse me, I must go. I haven't finished with you

Where is everyone?

There they are.

Send in some women to take the stretcher. Yes, Doctor.

They're out at work. I must go.

Something about my manner, I don't doubt.

Never. And who's Bernard? God knows.

Oh, Dr.

Tree. I'm Dr. Mason.

Doctor, that's good.

Lacerated feet.

Exhaustion.

Excuse me.

My patience. I can give you all the details.

They've been with me for over a... Be quiet a moment.

Let's leave the details till later, shall we? Hospital for observation.

But I'm perfectly all right. I'm just a bit tired, that's all.

Let me be the best judge of that.

Do what the doctor says. She knows best.

So reassuring to have a continental doctor.

Wow. Shouldn't you tell you're a nurse?

An ark for trouble?

Let's just wait and see.

Oh, it's dated very, very. I'll bear it for something.

Balance? Because I was turned off my stretcher too weak to cover myself.

As quickly as possible. The stretcher case is in her hair and half. This is

ridiculous. I'm no worse than anyone else.

Attention, everyone.

My assistant will attend to any minor complaints before escorting you all to

wash house.

Jo, empty my bucket and go out.

And where are you off to? Oh, I was going with her.

She's very nervous. Not possible, sorry.

And we need to boil your clothes in case of infection, so take them off in the

wash house. Also, any other clothing you've brought with you. Daisy will

you some new ones from stores.

I cannot lose my habit.

Why ever not?

Because I cannot. I'm sorry, I can't make any exceptions.

But truly, your nuns have an old habit.

There are no other nuns.

I am alone.

I've seen her.

Now, you are in no state to go out, not yet a while, so I'll send in some

mattresses so you can rest.

Make sure they have a photo wash done, and don't forget to inspect hairs and

pubic hair.

Not one of life's little charmers.

Not so you'd notice.

Rush me.

I've got my own speed, if you don't mind.

Who of the ones that could do the stretches must go in first.

Such efficiency. She could be dead.

So, what happened?

So much space.

Light.

Mosquito nets.

Veil windows with blinds.

Could you move along, please?

I can manage. Help someone else.

Very bright.

Very orderly. Do you not think so?

A place for everything and everything in its place. Isn't that what you say?

Impossible.

You must be one of our new internees. That is correct.

Everything seems very efficient after our last chem. Oh, it is.

Doctor likes everything just so.

Like me in the nursery, really.

Everything done to a strict routine.

Might I have a word?

All in good time.

How poor old Bragg.

I don't think we've ever seen anything quite so pathetic.

Ask.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Hey, sister, would this do you?

It is too big.

It's better than too small. Here.

How shall I undress?

Well, why don't you go in the corner, then we can all turn our backs.

Hey, everyone, Sister Eureka wants some privacy, so about term.

Oh, let her consider it all of a sudden.

I happen to like the old cow.

Why not?

She's never hint -hint you are a wicked girl.

This will do for me.

Come to think of it, she hasn't even tried to convert me.

Biding her time.

Aren't we all?

Look, beats aren't so bad.

Oh, come on, Sally.

The sooner we change and have a wash, the sooner we'll be able to lie down.

Oh, isn't it lovely to have running water?

Lovely.

Why don't you leave her alone?

She doesn't want to clean her teeth. She doesn't.

in order to make you feel fresher, that's all.

Dear Christina, so kind, so... so young.

Young?

What about you?

You're staying?

Simya staying.

And Kasaki.

Kasaki? Oh, no.

Oh, yeah.

Talk about nodding Buddhists.

How could you?

How could I what? Laugh, with everything so awful.

So when wasn't it?

Any chance for a cigarette?

How loose.

Food, water, anything.

They're hardly good to you, but it makes a change. I feel the best. Who am I?

Our own dear Sally, that's who.

Sally's right.

Our clothes.

All that distinguished us. All we had in the world.

For what they were worth.

Everything. I feel... It's like being a new girl, first day at school.

Oh, come on.

It's a blessed change to feel even halfway cleaner.

I tell you, I... I swear I can smell that I don't, if you know what I mean.

Indeed, I do.

Oh, not after March.

To stay in one place, feet up on a blissful mattress.

Oh, I feel so comfortable.

More than I do.

Somehow.

Oh, no.

What's happening?

What is going on?

Make light!

Quick!

Make light!

Prisoners! Both!

Both! No! I wonder what he's like.

Come back.

Short. Up! Up!

Holy smoke.

Good afternoon, internees.

This is Lieutenant Nakamura, who is the commandant of this camp.

Looks right nutcase.

On the bed.

It's harmony.

Harmony.

Good afternoon.

Talk about

knocking

me down with a feather.

A woman helping to run a chap camp.

Extraordinary. You say that again.

What's more bristling with her own importance, you cheeky bitch?

It's all so peculiar.

Verna'd like to see you. She'd like to see you now. What? Verna, she's waiting

for you.

Over here, everyone.

Well, I'm jiggered.

You come and sit down. You must be exhausted.

Right you are.

For you, Verna.

That's right.

Gather round and make yourself comfortable.

So sorry not to have been here to meet you.

Well, now, my name is Vanna.

Vanna Johnson.

And as I'm quite sure Dr. Trier didn't think to say it, welcome to our camp.

Thank you very much.

And you are?

Marion Jefferson.

Oh, how do you do, Marion?

Oh, this is Sister Ulrich, eh?

Huh? What do we have to be so formal?

I do apologize.

Daisy? Hi, Vanna.

Plenty of time to learn names after you've had some refreshment.

I don't believe it.

Just about.

How do you get it?

From the traders.

Wow. Well, if we're good.

Now, please, won't you all sit down so that I can?

Daisy,

haven't you forgotten something?

Oh, dear. Sorry, Barna.

A dear child, but a bit, well, dozy. Something to do with her child.

The real McGuire.

You're a bloody miracle.

A real one.

A bloody miracle.

You're too kind.

Sue, tell me about your journey. Was it ghastly?

Ghastly?

Days of hunger and much suffering, we are glad to be here.

Those of us that made it.

Two of our party died.

Half of us got sent to another camp.

So we're told.

It's over and done with now.

Have a lick of it.

Sally! Christina.

I think Sally needs to be alone.

Don't blame her.

One luxury, we're all denied.

That will be all, Daisy.

So what's up with you, Sally?

Anything I can do?

I don't.

It's not real.

None of it's real.

None of it.

So, what's this about a factory then?

It makes clothing.

Japs' headgear, mostly.

Talking of clothing, how about that, Miss Hassan?

Yes, and what's a woman doing bossing anything?

Well, apparently it's not unknown.

Now... What does she like?

Not too bad.

Now, before I forget, don't be afraid if you hear a lorry rattling out, day or

night. It'll be just taking the shifts backwards and forth to the factory.

It's not in the can.

Worst luck.

I'm told the journey's an absolute nightmare.

You don't know.

Believe me, sometimes I wish I did. No, it's my miserable fate to be in charge

of distribution.

I can tell you it's a thankless task, having less than nothing.

And on top of everything else, trying to keep a little food in hand for those

most at risk. So where's it kept, all this food?

Under lock and key.

Sadly, not everyone is as honest as one would wish.

grown beyond recognition.

I do apologise for interrupting such a joyous occasion, but I'm afraid duty

calls, so if you'll excuse me.

Why don't you show everyone round the camp?

It would be my pleasure.

Don't we have to work today?

No, not today.

Are you sure?

If Bernard says so, then that's it. So enjoy yourselves.

Once I say things are looking up.

Sally, I've brought you some more coffee. Look.

Please, for me.

That's what I would have said to my child.

Please, for me.

It's funny, but when I lost her, it didn't seem to matter. Not really.

But now that Peter's dead...

But we've told you, there's so many places he could be.

I feel so empty.

It's all you've been through.

I've been through?

What about Peter?

Could have been shot.

Died of starvation.

Bury, bury.

Torture. No! I try to imagine the worst torture I can.

Burnicking, strangling, tied to a fake day after day.

I don't know if I can just see it.

Really see it. That is in my mind. It hasn't happened.

But I can't.

Can't get over that little... What's his name? What are you laughing a little

gently? Nakamura.

He has not much point in his statement. He can't speak a word of English.

Not to mention being as blind as a bat.

All he ever does is jostle around showing off.

This person does all the real work.

Power behind the throne, eh?

Sounds like something out of Ellerton we'd want to learn. It is a bit.

Any other camps about?

We're not quite sure, but we do know headquarters is quite near.

As to any other camps... Rumour has it there's about five.

But then rumour's the one thing we're never short of.

And they do say there are abandoned native finders in the hills and kept

supplied by the British government.

So you see, we could be rescued any day. You're absurd.

No need to take that tone, dear.

I mean, you never know.

And some of the factory workers, well, they swear they've seen them from afar.

Dr. Trier, I suppose.

Where is she? Now, it's no good you getting yourself into a state. Getting?

would you like it? Dunked in this bed, naked, my patients scattered all over

country. Dr. Trier's patients. We are under Dr. Trier now. There is such a

as professional ethics.

Where is the woman? She won't come.

Twice a day, no more, no less.

That's when Dr. does her round. Indeed.

And how does she fill in the rest of the time? House calls. The chronics stay in

their quarters.

Much more convenient.

You're Dutch, aren't you?

That is correct.

Madame van Meijer. Yes, I thought you were.

We've got a lot of Dutch.

here. So?

It will be good to see some new faces. My name's Betty.

I'm being written up.

Written up?

Yes.

Doctor's writing me up for her research.

Malnutrition and its ancillary effects.

That's what she calls it. I must have the time.

Dr. Tree will be fascinated by my medical history.

Indeed, it's a miracle that I survived childhood. And Sister Ulrica, or are

avoiding me as well?

That cookhouse stove, this bit of equipment I've seen since Monica's

Talking witchy.

You haven't by any remote chance someone here by the name of Redcliffe.

Monica Redcliffe.

Little squat of a woman.

Faced like a furnace.

No. No, I'm sure not.

Oh, pretty. I'm sorry.

Now, over there is the sleeping quarters, including yours, of course.

that one daisy you were starting into?

Oh, just a side room.

And there's the storeroom.

And that's Miss Hutton's office.

And over there is the hospital.

Oh, it's quite substantial.

It was the chaplain till the Japs took the furniture out. Oh, and by the way,

Dr. Triet doesn't allow... Visits on the day of admission.

Clever old you.

Top of the class.

And now, come along. You really must see our pride and joy.

Cue gardens.

Konnichiwa.

My name is Dorothy.

Dorothy.

Be like that.

Like being on another planet, this place.

I'd forgotten how careful people are.

Just now, when that woman said to me, clever old you, top of the class.

She didn't realise you were a nun.

That guard back there didn't know what I was about.

I'm sorry.

No need.

Each of us in our own world.

Only now, suddenly, mine is no longer there.

Never mind.

You'll get your habit back soon and clean too, so that should cheer you up.

Yes, you're all right.

Theodosia.

I have a couple of bookends, you and me.

Black and white.

Bits of grey in between.

But why me?

No speak, for it is our company much.

Has she done?

Stay. You stay.

Boom.

Come on, quick.

No, no, no.

Christina.

Your friend.

She isn't a hairdresser by any chance.

Christina, no, she is not.

Sorry, only Miss Huston's always on the lookout for a professional.

She'd have been well in there.

A faint little number, is she? Very. So if you want to keep on her right side,

pay her a compliment. She worked in administration.

What? Christina, that's what she did at the last camp. She helped the comrade.

There you are then.

You've seen her papers and pulled her into the office.

Oh, sure, it couldn't be anything too terrible.

Oh, thank God, I couldn't have borne it.

Wouldn't you know?

Trust Christina, from one cushy job to the next, whilst we all break our backs

doing the hard labour.

Story of my life.

You're having me on. I'm not.

Spanked in the nursery, broken on the back of marriage, and now this.

You're married?

Was. Lazy old sod.

I gave him short shrift, I can tell you.

Can you imagine?

Divorced on the day of the general strike. That must mean something.

What? Ah, people.

It's on the quiet side, wouldn't you say?

The poppy lot.

No matter, we all die for the month.

We just.

John, you've forgotten the toppy.

Cocaine, I presume.

Calcium. It's good for you. It's good in our big shell.

I'm not a hen.

Where do we park?

How about over there? This food, it smells delicious.

Not to me, it doesn't.

Evening.

Evening, all.

Thank you.

For what we're about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

So, what's this Hassan woman like?

Hard to say.

Try.

Well, vain, as I've said, and rather given to tantrum, so don't cross her.

But, and it's a saving but, if we do as we're told and get the work done, she

doesn't interfere.

Evening, Maria.

Worker, but not very communicative. I don't know.

Oh, best bit of grub I've had in ages.

Not half enough of mine, but real tasty.

Bloody marvellous.

Worry you, does it, my sweary?

Perhaps I'm old -fashioned. Oh, forgive us, but in the last camp, I suppose we

courted off each other.

Oh, Blanche, she had a lovely turn of phrase. God, I miss her. We all miss

Talking of missing bods, where's that Werner woman?

Don't see her anywhere around.

Why don't we move outside and make room for the others?

You haven't answered my question.

I think we'd be better employed trying to find out how Beatrice is getting on.

I think she'd have come to me first.

Dear, it's in order of day.

There is such a thing as professional good manners.

Had a bad time, did you, getting here?

You could say that. Oh, I thought so. All those nasty thoughts.

We acquired those over months in camp.

things. Hasn't been a bed of roses here, either.

Still, since we've been organized, it's just about bearable, and Bridge does

take one's mind off most things. You're not serious.

Never more so.

I tell you, it just about keeps her sane.

Oh, good evening, Doctor.

Good evening, Doctor. Last,

I was beginning to give up hope. Just a moment.

Better than I expected.

You can be discharged tomorrow.

I'm perfectly sound now.

Dr. Nathan, please.

Just for the moment, let me be the doctor.

You're my responsibility now. Yes, and my responsibility are the sick in my

group, so I would be more than grateful if you could see your way clear to

discussing them with me.

Just for the moment, what you need is not to worry.

And that's no job.

Now, suppose I'm allowed to go to the laboratory.

And I can't see my dress.

It's been boiled.

Boiled? In case of germs from outside.

And a hospital runs through there.

Hospital?

Don't tell me you didn't have a separate latrine.

We did not.

Really?

Still, I'm sure you knew what you were doing.

After all, you are a doctor.

Fetch the dressing gown for bed seven.

Oh, mercy.

I'm a number now, am I?

And if you say one more word...

And

then we added liver salts to give the cocktail a spark off.

And I had some.

Undiluted.

Mr. Frobisher caught you foaming in the mouth and put it in the sand.

Who cares? I missed that Beasley French oral.

Oh.

Oh, I shouldn't be laughing.

Christina. You don't know what's happened to her. Oh, stop that.

She's probably working in the office right now.

Who knows, she might even be given a chocolate.

Very partial to sweets, is our madam.

Oh, you are a comfort.

Well, do you?

It's a perfectly simple question. What has happened to my dress?

How dare you speak to me?

How dare you speak in such a way? I wasn't aware that I was being rude.

However, if that's the way you wish to take it, so be it.

Please, forgive her. She's been in hospital. She doesn't realise your

importance. Importance? That you are the Commandant's assistant and official

interpreter. Assistant?

Yes. Then you will please instruct her.

I don't understand.

Not surprised. The CO doesn't speak English, so all orders apparently go

her. Is that so indeed?

Oh, Lord, that's... Tornado. I shall be in a paddy for days. Lillian, I am

sorry. Beatrice, where are you off to?

I'm going to do nothing but apologise.

This place is a madhouse. A madhouse.

As you may have gathered, that is our Dr Mason.

Well, I hope she doesn't make a habit of absconding.

Especially not in that dressing gown.

Yes, it was a bit exotic.

Exotic? It's priceless.

Known as Trier's treasure.

Never been known to leave the confines of the hospital.

Though many have tried, including Bernard. Oh, no. Oh, how awful.

Oh, stop it.

Mummy! Mummy!

I've got top marks for... Oh.

Bobby?

Bobby!

Don't be afraid. It's me.

Mrs. Jefferson.

How do you do? Darling.

Oh, you silly Billy. It's Marion Jefferson.

You remember Ben's mother.

Oh.

Is he here?

No, Bobby.

He's in England.

Oh.

That's good.

Do you know, you're such a big boy now.

You've changed so much.

I didn't recognise you either.

Oh.

Can I go for the sing -song? They're expecting me.

As long as you're not late for bedtime.

Go on. Off you go.

Bye, Mrs Jefferson.

Goodbye, Bobby. See you tomorrow.

He recognised me.

Little monster.

After all, why should he?

If you don't mind, I think I'll get back to the room.

Get things sorted out.

Of course.

Bad enough working for Big B, but that machine... Which reminds me, no letting

on I'm in earth.

Well, not till I know what I'm getting into with Trier.

Bossy cow.

Not that she didn't seem a sight more efficient.

Oh, we'll see.

Talking of sight, we noticed our bees getting as blind as a bat.

Not that she'll admit it, of course.

Being her.

That must be the lorry for the factory.

That'll end enough, eh?

What was that then?

By Jove, you've seen some service.

What's in store for us now, I wonder?

You are hurt?

No more than usual.

Now I'm perusing the possibility of reading the palm of my foot.

Aye.

Oh, bliss, ain't it?

To unstick one's toes from the mud.

Not to mention the odd leech.

Tell me something.

No offence, mind, but why are nun's feet so gigantic?

Strange.

It is one of the few questions I've never asked myself.

I put it down to the habit.

You need something pretty hefty to kick it up when you're striding out.

You may be right.

But I don't remember the bishop mentioning it in our instruction.

I like you.

I'm always a sucker for a sense of humour.

Especially here.

Christina.

I'm sorry. I thought you knew. How could we? I thought Bernard told you. She's

very good at that kind of thing.

There's no good way for that kind of thing.

Do you know where they've taken her?

Not really.

Just that one of the camps needs a translator.

She'll be all right, you'll see.

We never do see, do we?

We all just happen to disappear.

I'm sure the rest of you are staying.

For once, I wasn't thinking of myself.

Just like Grant said.

Ten little nigger boys.

Our friends.

My baby.

Peter.

Christina!

Excuse me.

Have you seen Dr. Mason anywhere?

Not so you'd notice.

I see.

If you do, would you mind telling her I'd like to see her?

Right -o.

And the town?

Come and see me tomorrow morning about it.

Fish.

Open this.

The name's Joss.

Watch out.

Oh, my God, we've locked enough friends already. One more isn't going to break

us. She was a dear, sweet girl.

Is? Is a dear, sweet girl? For God's sake, it's not locked.

Forgive me for intruding, but may I join you?

Feel free.

Daisy has just told me that you heard the news.

I'm so very sorry.

But if it's any comfort, translators are like gold dust, so I'm sure she'll be

all right.

Let's hope so.

May I sit down?

Oh, please.

I haven't met. I'm Dr Mason.

Vanna Johnson.

How do you do? Hello. Before you say anything, don't worry. It'll be

It's a bit too tarty for the likes of me.

I'd like to get my dress back.

Never thought I'd hear myself say that.

Ah.

I'm afraid your clothes, they were in such a state, they just disintegrated.

What, my dress?

Well, not just yours.

The boiling water must have been the last straw for all of them.

They just fell apart.

My habit, that has not gone as well.

Sadly. But you're very welcome to the store clothes.

But that is not the point of our clothes.

Jesus, I knew every stitch and pinch of my sun top. It was part of me.

It's not everything. It's not every bloody thing. Dorothy, it's not

fault. She couldn't help it. I'm not a good that is.

I apologise, but... Well, they were all we had.

After all you've been through, it's quite understandable.

However, may I give you a piece of advice?

It'll probably sound petty, but it's about your swearing.

I don't believe in you.

Swearing? Well, it is trivial.

But you see, when we first came here, we had to decide what stand we would take.

Of course, some of them took the obvious line that we should be, well, how shall

I put it, difficult.

And what did you decide?

Well, we decided that that would be sinking to the enemy's level.

So we opted instead for a certain standard of behaviour.

I see. As an example to the nymphs, perhaps.

Well, there is that, of course. Don't you realise that the gooder you all are,

the more they see us as a defeated race?

I'm sorry, but I beg to differ.

Anyway, that's why we don't swear.

In fact, we have a small fine if we do.

Oh, not that that applies to you now, of course. At least not until you've

settled in. Jesus, I give up. We could be back at the nursery. Oh, please,

feel like that.

Well, I'm sure we'll all do our very best to fit in with your little ways.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

Well, now that's cleared up, there's just one more thing. Now, how do the

put it?

La dollarose.

The sad part of it.

Meal in room, one dollar.

Clothes from store, $2.

I don't understand.

Well, this is all very embarrassing. You're charging!

Well, it's the last thing we'd want, I do assure you. But you see, we weren't

given any rations for you, at least not for today, so the food comes from the

shop. Shop? What shop?

Well, it's hardly that, really, just a few bits and pieces. With no money?

Oh, dear.

Still, you'll soon be able to work.

Metro Goldwyn, here we come.

I beg your pardon? Mrs. Van Meyer, like you, she understands the value of money.

Beatrice, that's hardly fair.

Fair? What's all this bloody fair all of a sudden? None of this is fair.

Nor is our group being separated, nor is Debbie, nor is Christina. It is guts

that's needed.

That is unpardonable.

Unpardonable.

Mrs. Johnson, we will do our best. We'll work as hard as we can to repay you.

You can rely on that.

Thank you.

I was sure you'd understand.

Oh, and there's one last thing, the mattresses.

Don't tell me! Oh, dear, I can't bear it. Look, as the shop is closed, do

the mattresses for tonight.

And I'm sorry to be the bearer of such miserable news.

Well, I think we'll get an early night.

Savour the comfort while we may.

Yes, of course.

And thank you for being so understanding.

Sleep well.

more present.

Chocolate.

Don't rock the boat.

Please and thank you and no but no swearing. I'll give her swearing.

Hell and damnation. Sunny cow.

At your last everything.

Knickers.

What's the joke?

I rather think it's on us. We've been told to mind our manners and no swearing

or we'll be fine.

Everything's got a price, including our mattresses. Who says?

Verna. She was ever so apologetic.

I bitch.

I've been doing a bit of ferreting in the cookhouse.

Never so sweetened and light it was like our dear little hostess.

But then she can afford to be, seeing she's got the whole thing tied up.

Not a thing changes hands without Madame gets her rake off. I don't believe it.

You'd better.

Every damn little thing.

She's got it all boxed up.

I'm sorry.

Better to let it out.

Please don't cry.

We've been together for so long. We've been through so much together. We

fall apart now.

There's one thing I've learned in the past year. There's no mustn't about

anything.

We do our best.

But for each of us, best is different.

I don't understand.

On the march, we're all...

Going in the same direction.

More or less.

Here, each of us.

We're going to have to start all over again.