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Not going to Sally's funeral, then?

No.

Can't say I'll blame you.

I'm an atheist.

I've never met one of them.

We haven't got two heads, you know.

Sorry.

Here. Thank you.

It's a pleasure you don't go to any funerals, then.

On the contrary.

More times than I care to recall.

This one.

It was a wicked thing to do, taking her own life.

Her life was all that she had.

A little thin.

Against whom? The Japs?

She's baptised, isn't she? Yes, I expect so. Well then, it's a mortal sin.

There is also the sin of hypocrisy. Oh, doesn't that count?

Whispering in corners.

Obviously the balance of her mind was disturbed.

So now, properly labelled, she can be tidied away in consecrated ground.

Much good it'll do us.

Verney says it's the only charitable way to look at it. Charitable?

Sane and she's damned, mad and she dies in grace.

But it says it all, doesn't it?

Lieutenant Nakamura is very angry that you disrupted the visit of the general.

The first day in this camp. What were you and Suicide Markham told?

That you have no disobedience here.

We have no disobedience here.

And what else?

Good, I don't know.

You do well to be afraid.

I was in the hospital.

So, your friends did not think our rules important enough to inform you.

And what else? That this camp has the best protection figures at the factory.

And what else?

There was so much.

I'll make you know another.

And what else?

That you would teach us how to behave.

Good manners.

The art of making life pleasant for others.

Is that not what you English say?

Yes. And what else?

All is harmony.

In this camp.

Yet you allow Suicide Markham to go against instructions. But we didn't.

For

disobeying

this camp's rules and causing disharmony during the commandant's visit.

you will work in the camp and in the factory.

With the exception of the nun and those officially sick, you will begin work in

this afternoon's shift.

Speak. Might I ask why I'm not to go?

A nun would have stopped the suicide, is that not so?

Yes, Miss Hurston, as I know my friends would have done.

We do not know.

Do not contradict me.

I wish only to go to the factory also.

As a nun, it is my wish, my duty, to shine the suffering of my colleagues.

If you choose to be associated with those who disobey, it is right you

go.

Say what you like. It's an ill wind.

Rose.

I didn't think... The punishment.

Get used to the factory so soon.

At least now I have a chance to find out about the men.

Some people have all the luck.

Don't tell me you'll get him so much from the guards you don't want, dear.

I'm not criticising.

Far from it.

Dear Sister Ulrica, wasn't that marvellous of her to volunteer?

But of course we Dutch, we always do our duty. Hang on.

Are you implying we do not?

I haven't seen you over eager.

And it wasn't Sister Ulrica's duty to play Prius at the funeral.

Far from it.

She had every right. Poor Sally was mad, we all said so.

Speak for yourself, doggie.

Dare you address me in that tone.

Any time you like.

Look, I hope the tree is on the wall, Paul.

I've just given Miss Hutton my list of six, so you'll not be going to the

factory. Nor you.

But I've only sprained it. Badly.

And you can't sew army caps if you can't use it.

I'll happily volunteer to go in her place.

I'll see you on duty, Norris.

She makes Big B look like Shirley Temple.

You should be honoured to work with a doctor who is so much more efficient.

how she cured my legs.

Pity she couldn't cure your tongue.

We get on and earn some money. Too right.

Common rude woman.

So, what's your job?

Copying out text messages with Chang.

Who?

Schoolmistress.

Actually, I'm quite enjoying it. Give me exercise any day.

Matrines.

So what's up with you then?

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

Hello, Bobby.

How was school?

All right.

Oh, are you all right?

Third in geography.

So, what's wrong with first?

I wanted to be first.

Sure you did your best, that's what counts.

Mummy liked me to be first.

I'll let you into a little second.

Head boys.

When they leave school, they're never heard of again.

Never? Hardly.

But some of them are.

Churchill was a dunce, you know.

And he's winning the war. Yes.

Well, let's hope so.

Up with that back.

Don't want to have a hero this fine now, do we?

So, how's it going?

Not too bad.

Just don't forget my cousin had to initial all written work or it'll be

confiscated. Try not to.

You look done in. I love it.

It's no joke trying to earn the extra to pay off Verner, and on top of camp

duties. Oh, you.

So what else are you doing? Aren't you smell?

Drains. In which case, my proposition comes at just the right moment.

Is it clean? Eminently.

One of the schoolmistresses, she's got malaria, so I've suggested you take her

place.

Me? Teach?

Oh, come on.

A clever clunk like you sailed through a trick.

Oh, but that was years back.

But you still know more than most of this lot.

How about it?

Well, I'd love it.

I should be moved to a mere servant.

A carrier of water.

Thank you for the money, Buster.

Brought you some tea?

Elizabeth, you're not to fret.

I'll ask Dr. Trier right now, I promise.

Will you try and get some sleep?

Who knows?

When you wake up, my daughter will be sitting right where I am now, hmm?

We'll work something out, I promise.

Mrs. Kleiner, I've boiled, need bathing.

I thought you were a guard.

And I thought you were off duty.

I just dipped in to do my notice.

I see.

You leave us.

Now, if you'd be so kind.

So why was I not informed?

You were off somewhere.

Even doctors have to go to the lavatory sometimes, clean themselves up.

Besides which, I was given to understand that I was in charge of this shift.

My apologies.

Thank you.

Now... What about Miss Steiner?

Oh,

I'm afraid I'm not au fait with the bed numbers. Not yet.

The case of septicemia.

Number nine.

As you say, number nine.

Who happens to be dying.

So I really must insist that her daughter be allowed more than the

half hour.

It's against the rules.

It is against every decent human feeling, not to mention bad for the

the thin end of the web? A dying woman. Half of our patients are dying, but that

is not the point. I should have said that's exactly the point. Let in one,

before we know where we are, I'll be back where I started.

The place overrun with visitors speaking of goodness knows what.

My assistants hampered in their duties to say nothing of a sick, hardly able to

rest. There is still the quality of Mrs. Steiner's life. That's left... Will you

let me finish?

Given Mipitina's life expectancy, I'm sure that her daughter will not be

required for more than a few days at the most.

And as a doctor, my priority is with those who might recover.

So please, try to understand.

I understand very well.

Good.

At night, the English eat fish and chips.

At night, the English eat fish and chips.

Out of newspaper.

Very good.

Very good.

Shinya very good. Dorothy very good.

That's all you'd notice?

What?

Nothing.

Or rather... I don't know. I need to talk.

You need.

For lesson.

Of course.

And cigarette.

No payment.

Must you?

Hey, don't! Get your skids on!

The lorry's about to go off to the factory!

Crikey!

Mrs Van Mare, believe me, I'm really sorry you all have to work so hard.

It is our fault.

We had watched Delvey more closely.

That's uncommonly generous of you.

Did they near to have almost had a sense of responsibility for others?

Unlike some.

Look, I was just going to heat up some coffee. Perhaps you'd join me.

Join?

But I am so horrible.

Please.

I'd enjoy some company.

Really.

You are most kind.

Most civilized.

After you.

Thank you.

Your photograph. Such a pretty smile.

In the cup and saucer.

Fancy having a cup and saucer.

Everything. It is all so gracious, Mrs. Johnson.

Well, I do my best.

And please, Dominica, my name is Verna.

If you so wish.

Oh, a cat.

What's your name?

Pudding.

Well, he likes you. Because I like him. But then I like all animals so much more

reliable than people.

Yes, aren't they just?

I had a little bird.

I called her Simone.

Because she reminded me of the actress Simone, Simone.

Because they were both so beautiful.

Were?

My little Simone was murdered.

Oh, don't. How awful for you.

I don't know what I should do if anything happened to him.

I still have nightmares about it.

We were being punished. I had done nothing, you understand, but the others.

In the last camp, you have no idea how undisciplined everybody was.

Which is why I suppose I feel so much safer here.

One must have order if one is to survive.

And survive I will.

Of that I am sure a woman of your intelligence and charm could never be

destroyed.

How kind you are.

That bog.

It's crawling with maggots. Worse than the cat.

Only something new.

Right you are, then.

I managed to look through the lamp.

There's another bog next to ours. And what's more, it keeps on to another

courtyard. Just clear of the sound of someone banging metal.

So, what do you see? That's heavy work.

Work that's done by men.

You really miss them, don't you?

I miss Bernard.

Bloody -minded, disgraceful manners and awful jokes. But, God, do I miss him.

It's a powerful aphrodisiac, this activity.

I wouldn't know.

Oh, I thought you... Liked it?

Not any more. It's just business, I thought.

Rose, I need someone to talk to. Oh,

Christ, it's made me feel sick.

Bloody sick.

Watch it.

What?

Swearbox. Oh, sod the swearbox.

How?

You wanted to talk.

It doesn't matter.

Are you sure you're feeling well?

Perfectly, thank you.

Given our circumstances.

Come along, we haven't got all night.

Move that.

I'll finish this lot, then I'll take you from Dambaila with the notes.

Cause of death, pneumonia.

Complicated by possible tuberculosis.

They died too quickly for me ever to be sure.

You're writing a book, aren't you?

Treatise.

Malnutrition and its ancillary effects.

I shall present it after the war.

Who knows?

I might even get a grant for research.

Bloody war.

There is no swearing.

And if I might say so, your attitude is very negative.

All right, no one's asked to be here.

But given that we are, one must take advantage of it.

To study.

After all, this is a unique opportunity to add to one's experience.

It's very bad.

Tiring. I bet.

And I still have a touch of dysentery.

But in here, I feel good.

Good.

Tomorrow the priest comes to take confession.

Such a long time. I shall feel so light.

Yes,

my dear Beatrice, that.

And you don't have to show your disapproval every time.

Of course.

Forgive me.

I forgive you.

Because in some ways we are very alike.

Yes, we are.

So passionate in our convictions.

And stubborn, also.

Oh, look at my eyes. It's so muddy and stained. How can I go to the priest like

this? What will he think?

You're an absolutely first -class worker.

Here.

Pot at the end. Water's boiling.

So, what's our pleasure today?

Pleasure?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Very odd.

It's the first free time I've had since before the fall of Singapore.

What am I going to do?

You'll save us something. Here, give me the hand.

It's exactly the same myself after the soup kitchens.

General Strike.

Oh, I'll be saved.

When it wasn't brewing up, it was finding somewhere for the poor devils to

or wheedling boots or worn topper.

20 hours a day we were on.

Never enjoyed myself so much in all my life.

From all accounts, it's been a pretty full one.

I'll say, after 18 years of being tuned up for the season.

Deportment, births, all that gubbins.

Couldn't wait to break out.

I can imagine.

Family was pretty rich, though.

Couldn't say that.

Well, anything else I can do?

Yes.

Enjoy yourself.

What, in this place?

Try a little.

It's been your history period. What have you all been studying?

Oh, come on, we're out with it.

Uh, David.

The Empire.

You seem very pleased with yourself.

I'm having tea with the... with Mrs. Johnson.

Yesterday I had coffee, today I have tea.

Oh, it's tough to talk to you.

Only it was.

What we're trying to pay off our debts on top of cabin duties.

I tell you, slaving for some of these bitches, it's... it's... What we British

used to do for you.

That, if I may say so, is hitting the loader belt.

Oh, well, who's playing hooky from school then, eh?

They're a stuck -up lot.

Oh, like that, is it?

Don't worry, I won't blab.

Honest engines?

Absolutely. Come on, I'll be crosses.

What about Bobby, Lillian's son?

Don't you like him?

It's all right.

Except his mum can't let a man of her sight.

Soppy thing.

Not as tough as you. Didn't do the long march.

Haven't even seen a corpse.

Yes, well, I suppose that does give you a sort of edge.

How about a game of hopscotch, then?

You know how?

I was champion of the lower fourth against Mavis Brompton, and she had

teeth at 13.

Wow. You can go first.

Very kind.

It's on the line, it's on the line.

Is it?

Oh, sorry.

Now it's in, so no nudging it.

Sister Ulrica's dress.

Giving it a wash.

Blinding, if I may say so.

You may.

And I dipped it in rice water to give it some body.

I wish you could do the same for us. Here, let me help you.

Didn't know you were a hopscotch fiend.

Was. And I'd be grateful if you'd keep it to yourself.

I see.

Afraid of spoiling the image, are we?

Always my husband was going to the palace. But didn't the Vermeers have

royalty since the 18th century?

Have they now?

Miss Hassan will be interested.

In what should she be interested?

She likes to collect the names of all the important people she's in charge of.

Does her good at HQ.

Or so she thinks.

Allow me.

Oh, thank you, Dominica.

Miss Hassan, it cannot be very easy working for the Dreads. Not very.

Indeed, it's a mystery to me how a woman got such a position.

Well, there aren't many people who can speak so many languages.

And what with the men off to the war.

We are lucky to have her.

But then women are so much more reasonable.

Not always.

Still, she's in a right good humour at the moment, having collected a lady.

We are all ladies, those of us who have been brought up to be so.

I mean a titled one.

A titled lady?

Det would be the superior woman who runs the gardens.

Such an air of breeding I notice particularly.

No. One of yours.

Jocelyn.

Jocely.

Jocely.

You mean Joss. Joss Holbrook.

That's the one.

Oh, no, I cannot believe it. I really cannot.

Unless, of course, she wishes to remain incognito to protect her family.

Det would explain her manner.

which leaves much to be desired.

Lady Horville.

The Lady Jocelyn, being the daughter of a title.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Tell me, who does your hair?

It's always so much neater than the rest.

Myself. But then, like you, I believe in keeping up standards.

As did my sisters, who preferred my touch to that of a professional.

Always they were most particular.

I wonder...

Who's that?

Are you coming to wash?

No.

You're sitting.

Don't we all?

Yuck.

God, I wish I were dead.

The priest's arrived.

Better wake Ulrica.

Oh, Rico, wake up.

What is it?

Your priest's arrived.

Oh, I'm not ready. I'm not prepared.

Dorothy, quick.

Where is my dress?

Oh.

Oh, who has done this?

Was it you?

Me. Would I?

Yes.

Yes, you would.

Kindness of people.

Of our friends.

Do you know I have known such kindness since my capture?

So much goodness out of evil.

It has been a revelation.

What shall the story be about today?

I like that one. All right. As long as you behave.

And no noise or the priest won't be able to hear the confession.

Now, Florence Nightingale, she lived in the last century when girls sat at home

and were seen and not heard.

They worked on their embroidery and sometimes they painted pictures.

But it was one... I'm sorry to interrupt, but you must put something on

head. I didn't think it was that hot.

It's safe, I'm sorry.

Darling, go and fetch your hat before you get some jerk. But the others...

mind the others. Go on, off you go.

A little boy in front of his friends.

She's a wonderful mum.

And you never had one?

Not really.

The nuns looked after you, yeah?

No. We were an orphanage for four kids.

I didn't convert till I was 12.

It was this family I worked for. They were very devout.

Our religion.

It is a great comfort, is it not?

Oh, yes.

You know where you are, what's good and what's bad.

Not behave.

I admire your certainty.

You're... A nun?

Yes.

But sometimes, my dear Daisy, there is even a choice between good and good.

So when Florence Nightingale finally arrives at the front, there's no

organisation. No hygiene.

Anything should... Go away. I'm sure I'm telling it all wrong.

Sounds riveting.

However, Mrs Chang sent me over. She's ready for her geography lesson.

She's champing at the bit, in fact.

Oh, no. Go on. Off you go.

Well, if you're very good, I'll finish the story later.

Oh, yeah.

It's your... Shh! No noise!

Oh, I wish you'd have told that story.

You wouldn't have liked it. Why haven't I?

Because... Well, it would have happened anyway.

The training, sewage system, hygiene.

Maybe not then, but soon enough.

One was a plumber.

Blinds lighting, eh?

Yes, why not?

Before her tidying, families could visit their sick whenever they wanted, when

they were needed.

Whereas after, everything done for the staff, by the clock, sick, sitting in

rows to attention, sheets like iron. Well, I thought you... Not that I'd

approve.

One falls into the system.

Has to, if one's a woman.

And one clings.

Don't question, do.

Just lately, looking on, almost as if one was on the outside.

Discipline.

Just occasionally, it can be the softer option.

I... I was uncharitable to the strange faith of the British.

Even to one of my own, I despised her for her snobbery.

not being at her comfort.

And sometimes I even found myself hating the enemy.

I mean, the Japanese.

It was then, Father, that I saw that my life has not been as I had wished.

One of helping and understanding.

I know I am a nun.

But I see now that my work as consultor of the mission kept me separate from

those less fortunate than myself.

All God's work is to the glory of God.

I have always been alone.

I have always been protected, even as a child. Our estates and parks, my father,

a general, and his father before him. It was all so very simple.

The tradition...

of obeying and being obeyed, so very comfortable.

But since my capture... a

few days ago... Continue, my child, so that you may receive

God's understanding and through your repentance his forgiveness.

A prisoner.

A dear child of much goodness and endurance who had lost everything that

her life meaning.

She... She killed herself.

Oh, Father, she was driven to this terrible act by what she was forced to

endure.

And in their compassion, the other prisoners pretended that she was mad so

she might be laid to rest in consecrated ground.

But we all knew that this was not so, and I... I

took part in the service.

Oh, Father, forgive me.

My love for her was so much stronger than my horror of her sin.

Sugar.

Do you have sugar?

No.

I'll give you a nice time.

What

is

it? God say you want me. No.

No, not you.

And ten Hail Marys, during which time you will concentrate on your life within

the church.

and the peace which comes from the obedience owed to those whom God has

to direct you.

Yes, Father.

To facilitate your rededication, you will restrict your

contact with the other prisoners, for they have taken you away from your

calling, unless it is to communicate an order or to do with your

work.

You will not speak ever.

Do you understand?

It might be a patient.

Open wide. Let's have a look at you.

And again.

Could be worse, I suppose.

Not much.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Take no notice. Grown -ups can be very peculiar sometimes.

Can you fix it?

Come and try.

Not promising anything, mind?

Look lively. Help me dip and barrel the monster.

It was most kind of you to lend me your room.

Most appreciated.

It is my pleasure, Father.

But then we both of us have the welfare of the women at heart, you of their

souls, and I of the organization of their time.

Just so.

I am sure you were a great comfort to Sister Ulrika.

Speaking of the sister, I wonder, would it be possible for me to see her again

before my monthly visit?

But of course.

You are always welcome.

Where's the guy?

Oh, there you are.

Did you manage to ask the priest about the men?

The prisoners?

My God.

I am the priest. We understand each other.

We recognize our different authorities.

And respect it.

If I expect so.

It is so.

Well, where is this woman you were telling me about?

She's waiting outside.

Then go and get her.

You may come in. Miss Hanson will see you now.

So, I am told you arrange hair.

Yes, Miss Hessen.

Turn around slowly and let me examine you.

I am told you arrange many heads.

My sisters and my mothers before she died.

And a woman who worked at the palace.

At the palace of Queen Wilhelmina?

That is so, Miss Hessen.

It is good to have a woman ruler.

Women rulers are fair and wise.

My very words, Miss Herson.

You may approach me and arrange my head, but do not tug.

Well, I'll be jiggered.

Come into an inheritance, Mitra Goldwyn.

No need.

I am, as you say in England, by appointment.

You what?

The address is to Miss Hessel. And before you say anything, I was ordered.

More keys.

Well, that doesn't mean to say you can spend your pay. It's for our debt.

Don't worry. This is my tip.

If I could only get a piece of wire.

I could fix a message to the end and pass it through the slats of all the

and into the men's.

Who'd be told?

Told? Well, um, Dorothy and... No one else that I can think of. Then don't.

few that know, the less likely it is to get out.

I shouldn't say too much to Dorothy, either. Too thick with the guards, by

She'd never split. All the same.

I don't think she's feeling well.

Caught something, I would wonder.

Caught?

You're not suggesting... Defeated?

Why not?

You look so scandalised.

You young 'uns are all the same. You see the action and don't look at the

consequences. I don't think of your right, I want to.

Oh, Trottle.

What happened to the most?

Virgin's accepted.

Shocking you, am I?

Yes. Good.

You'll learn when you're older.

Older? I feel 60 if I'm a day.

Oh, I am. I'm close.

Sixty -seven.

Eight. Make up your mind.

Who would have thought?

It's your birthday.

Never you mind.

Thanks. I've still got Rose and Joppa to collect, and, um...

Uh... Mrs.

Van Mayer, what about your earnings?

What's left?

Tips, in case you don't know it, are free enterprise.

In a prison?

What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Why don't you go?

Andrew. Go.

Here, let me help you.

Sister Ulrich.

I... I need your advice.

Please.

When is it going to end?

Don't even ask.

This is the first time we've had our rations cut.

For the troops at the front, so they may have yet another glorious victory. I

don't believe a word that woman says. Well, maybe not, but they're still being

cut.

I can't get any eggs.

He's such a delicate child.

I'm sure he's not.

You're a fine, strong boy, aren't you, Bobby?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

I think she's incognito, of course, and I respect her wish. I have said nothing.

You'll hear me.

You'll take tea.

I won't say a word.

Honest. Good girl.

How she must have suffered when the Japanese discovered her superior

connections.

They surely would have tortured her for information.

Fancy a real live lady.

Lady Albrook.

Ignorant girl, she's the Lady Jocelyn, having been born to the purple.

Not like those who elbow their way in by... Never mind.

Just to let you know that Susie and I have done the best we can, so if someone

would like to give it a try.

Well,

come on, any offers? Beatrice, why don't you play us something?

Oh, no.

No, no, I'm much too rusty.

Do it. Come on, Bette. Give it a back. Oh, go on. Let it rip.

Come on.

If I must, if I must, but I don't answer for the consequences.

Um,

how about something with a bit of gold?

You think I can't?

Not when she's on duty.

Go on, you know the rules.

Hey, Doc, guess what?

It's Jock's birthday today.

Driving it out of me with a fag would be no shame.

Come and help us celebrate.

Family has contributed to biscuits.

Out of our own pockets to get a new one.

not telling us, you should be ashamed.

Well, if there's one thing I hate, it's the fuss.

It makes me feel so, I don't know, ridiculous.

On the contrary, if I might say so. You are a most remarkable woman.

You're all right.

And I think I speak for all of us when I say we wish you a very happy birthday

and many more to come. So say all of us. Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Perhaps you're right.

Get on with it. My pleasure.

You're spitting on me. I shan't forget that in a hurry.

Oh, that's right. Bite the hand that's trying to feed you. Fair enough.

But let's sit down.

Well, cheers.

Cheers.

What's up with you, Dot?

Had a shock?

Could say that.

I'm pregnant.

Hold it. Smoke.

You're not just saying.

Saying? Well, I think.

How do you know?

I know.

Breast tender?

Yes. She's been off her food. I see. Sick?

Yes. Since how long?

Who cares?

You were sick on the journey.

And fevered in the last camp.

It would seem so.

I don't suppose you know.

Shinya? No.

The others but not him.

Pregnant by the guards.

The enemy.

The jets.

You dirty, filthy little collaborator. You filthy little whore. Mrs. Van Meer,

please. She's disgusting.

Disgusting. And every child inside her. At her breast. Stop it. Why should I?

This is neither the time nor the place. For what she's done. No, it is not.

And what about when it shows? When she's had it. Have you thought of that?

They'll take it out on us. On all of us.

My love. Taking you friends, to guards, everyone.

We'll be punished worse than we're forced, Sally.

Why must I always suffer at the hands of you British?

And now my new job, the red dress I was promised.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you for what you've done to me. You won't, you know.

Sit down and you'll shut up now. Go on, sit down and not another word.

Before we go any further...

I think we should all keep very quiet about this, at least till we've thought

through. Absolutely.

In fact, I suggest that we tell no one but no one, including the rest of this

room. Is that understood?

What a shame of it. A shame that you should... Where's she gone?

Away.

And who shall blame her without a word of comfort from any of us?

Chips are down. We rarely show up for what we are.

Selfish. No.

Just... Survived us.

No more, no less.

I'm pregnant.

Pregnant.

By one of the guards.

Growing inside me.

Struggling into the world.

Only to die.

I've seen it all before.

My little violet buried out there somewhere.

Lost.

Sally's baby.

I can't go through with it.

And I don't intend to!