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What are you doing?

Christina. Hello, Rose.

Eric.

Eric.

Not again.

Eric.

He's just come.

Tried to nab one of the guard pondushi from off the line.

He's what?

I think so.

I knew I had to do it today. I kept thinking about it.

I'll take it behind the back.

You will destroy it, won't you? Give us a chance. I haven't even read it yet.

As soon as you have.

Come to know.

What's that?

Not for you.

What do you mean?

What did you want?

I've come to relieve you.

We've got a discipline committee meeting.

Oh, yes.

I want to get some food.

I'm trying to bring my treatise up to date.

Dr. Mason.

I wish to ask something of you.

Today,

Miss Hatham sent for all of us who are being repatriated.

What do you say when you believe me?

In eight days' time.

That's soon.

We are forbidden to take books, photographs, diaries, or any other

material with us.

What will you do?

I cannot, of course, leave it behind.

It is a year's work.

I shall endeavor to conceal it as best as I can.

However, there is a precaution.

I will duplicate my notes.

Not in full.

There is half of the time, nor the paper.

You want me to keep a copy when it's done?

I would be grateful.

At least you will appreciate their medical value.

I can't guarantee that they'll be safe. With two copies, there is a better

chance.

Let her go.

Sure.

Next time, I punish more.

You bad woman.

Good.

She's incredible.

The way she asks for it.

You heard from Bernard, didn't you? Keep your voice down.

Did you mention Tom?

He didn't say he was there or anything. No.

Or that there'd been trouble there. No.

What did he say?

What can you say? On a piece of paper the size of a postage stamp.

Down the hall.

You sure you wouldn't like me to fetch Beatrice?

How many more times? I don't need a damn doctor.

I'm just a bit weak on my pins, that's all.

Get that down, yeah.

Yeah. Thanks.

I should be as right as rain in no time.

Oh.

So, what's on tonight by way of entertainment?

Chirades. What? Hey.

It's in room three. There's a discipline committee meeting in the cookhouse.

I suppose I'll be all up again for swearing.

Bloody cheek.

I gather your chum Lillian's resigned from the committee.

Yes.

She doesn't like leaving Bobby.

Well, she... What are you trying to do to that kid?

Oh, I know, it's stupid.

So, when do we elect her successor?

I thought it was by invitation only. Wasn't you just shoved on as a thop to

lot? No, I certainly wasn't elected.

We ought to demand proper elections.

Put up our own candidates.

You should know by now, demanding gets us nowhere. They're simply closed ranks.

Defeatist as usual. Not being defeatist. Not much. And being realistic.

As I see it, the only way we can hope to change anything is by doing it

gradually. From within that committee.

You've got a chance of that when it's full of Vernors hangers -on. Now.

I thought if I could get Beatrice onto the discipline committee in Lillian's

place, well, it would be a start.

Dorothy. Yes?

That guard you're friendly with, he's a genius, isn't he?

What about him? Well, I was wondering.

Perhaps if you were to ask, he might be able to wangle some extra food for

Bobby.

No.

Look at him.

He's so thin.

I'd do your chores, anything if you... Do your own dirty work.

You lost a child of your own. I thought you'd understand. I said no!

Mother, back to the room now.

Yes, darling.

Yes, if you finish cleaning your teeth.

The Nip Emperor's birthday?

April the 29th, next Thursday.

No! Seems to be a good opportunity to miss.

I thought you might care to lay on a little do at the factory to mark the

occasion. Yeah, I'll fix some of those sodding machines.

Well, I create a few diversions here. Like what?

Doing that. Post egg of a flag went missing, don't you think? A little far,

perhaps. Someone here thinks it's quarters.

Preferably it's iron quarters.

Have you seen Christina?

No, I haven't.

Try the next room. They're playing charades.

Thank you.

What's up between you and Rose?

Nothing. Oh, come off it.

Any time the two of you are around, the air fairly bristles with tension.

It's a long story.

It wouldn't have anything to do with that abortive escape attempt, would it?

and that child, Debbie.

Who told you about that?

Marion.

Well, you know, so why ask?

Strikes me, there are two sides to that story.

Anyway, it's water under the bridge now. Damn stupid to carry on like this, if

you ask me. Well, I didn't ask you.

Make it up with her, Blanche.

I did mean to.

When I first come here.

Then when she told me about Debbie dying, I just lashed out at her.

And it wasn't really at her.

Times I took it out on Monica.

But I think it was the world. Look at the cow she is.

Me? The dregs.

But we sort of clicked, you know, laughed at the same thing.

Yes. Not many people can laugh with you.

I shouldn't have taken Debbie with me.

I knew it at the time.

She gave me a ring roasted.

For luck, when I was leaving.

Nips took it off me and the punishment happened.

Dare say she valued your friendship more than the ring.

She could have bought food with her.

Pity she had to lose both.

She wants us to meet.

It's got it all worked out. But no one is to know, not even Kate. Oh, no, not

Kate. She's such a loudmouth.

When?

The night of the Jack Emperor's birthday.

He says the guards will be busy celebrating.

Where? Somewhere out there between the two camps. He's going to send detailed

instructions via your native the day before.

Rose, I don't think I can go on doing this.

What do you mean?

Acting as go -between, I'm sorry, but... It's too much of a risk for that native

as well as for me.

The town's crawling with natives. You must go on for the time being.

Oh, if they find out, God knows what... Wait till I've seen Bernard, then we'll

arrange something else. But you can't let me down now.

Ladies!

Ladies!

We've a lot to get through, so I think we'll start without Marion.

Yes, I cannot stay too long.

Ah, here she is.

Sorry I'm late.

Lauren.

As I was saying, we've a lot to get through, so we won't waste any more

Now, first of all, I'd like you all to welcome our new committee member,

Dominika van Meer.

Dominika has kindly agreed to replace Lillian Cartland.

I'm sure she'll be a very useful member of the committee, representing, as she

does, our Dutch contingent.

Now, to the first item on this evening's agenda.

Excuse me, before we move on, may I ask a question? Yes, Marion. Do I gather

there was a discussion about Lillian's successor in my absence?

No, of course not.

So the rest of the committee were not consulted either?

Well, I sounded out a couple of people. Betty, for one. Oh, yes, she did indeed.

Does it really matter?

May we go on? Yes, yes, it does.

I think we should have considered other candidates. I imagined we'd be doing so

this evening.

I'd hope to save time.

Had you someone in mind then, dear? I was going to propose Beatrice Mason.

Well, naturally, I consider Dr. Mason, but she'll soon be in sole charge of the

hospital. She won't have any time for committee work. Did she tell you that?

I'm sure Dr. Trier will bear me out.

Yes, she will have more than enough to do. So you see, Marion, I wasn't trying

to do your friend down.

There may have been other possible candidates.

Oh, I mean... I'm sure I think Dominica's the first to reach for me.

Betty. I'd have hardly suggested her otherwise.

It is good to know that some people think well of me. This is nothing

Dominica. I just feel there should be a more democratic system of choice.

I doubt you were worried about the system when you were put on the

a matter of fact, I was.

I still feel, ideally, there should be elections for all committees. Elections?

In which the whole camp participates. A complete waste of time. Oh, yes, we

don't want all that argy -bargy. Of course we don't. It's a pretty thought,

hardly practical. Now, may we get on? I'm not the only person who feels like

that. I know others who would like to see proper elections.

Oh, yes, and I can just imagine who they are.

Cranks like Joss Holbrook.

who make a hobby out of stirring things.

And as for that Blanche person, now there's a troublemaker, if ever had at

one. Did I not warn you? Yes. Give these people their heads, and Miss Haslam

would soon be clamping down on committee work altogether.

Well, Verna is right.

Perhaps Mrs. Jefferson would do better to attend to matters of discipline in

own circle, rather than criticize Verna's methods.

I won't pretend I approve of all Joss and Blanche get up to, but at times I do

share the frustration.

May we please get on?

Well, certainly, Doctor, if Marion will allow us to. Can we agree that in future

candidates will be discussed in full committee and that a vote will be taken?

Well, I have no objection to that. What's the point of having a committee

leave all the work to one person?

Well, as long as Verna is happy about it. I'm sure she is.

Are you, Verna?

As the committee wishes.

Good.

Anyone against?

Good.

Could that be minuted?

Perhaps you should have a rest, Major. I have no time for rest.

There is much to arrange for tomorrow.

Yes, but if you're not feeling well... The pain will go.

The birthday of our divine emperor.

A great occasion.

You'll be visiting all the camps, will you?

Yes.

I wish that you help me with speech later.

Of some words, I am not certain.

Of course.

I do not want your Miss Hatham correcting you.

I'd better get on.

You are a very efficient worker.

Thank you.

Like Japanese.

British, very easy.

So, when war is over, what will happen to you?

I don't know.

It will not be easy for you, a woman of two bloods.

No.

If you are a good prisoner, obey wishes of Japanese conquerors.

We will look after you.

Give you life of plenty.

He's got a touch of diarrhoea again, too.

I'll give him some charcoal.

Charcoal? He needs.

It's fruit and milk. You know as well as I do that when there is any, the

children and the sick are the first to get it.

Some spinach leaf, perhaps.

You'd better ask Verna. You know everything goes through her.

I've nothing left to sell. I don't know what I'll do.

Lillian, I would say that Bobby is in better condition than most of the

here.

It's not just his physical condition.

He seems so apathetic. You're the one you should be worrying about. Never mind

me. Still giving him half your ration, I suppose.

Hunger breeds anxiety, you know. I suppose you're sleeping much higher

Sleep?

How can one sleep in this place?

If you're not woken up by children crying, it's someone going to the

the guards or the priming or whatever.

I sometimes think I'll never sleep again.

Children's compositions, are they? Yes.

When I was young, I lived in a big house with green shutters and white walls.

When he was young.

Dear God, he's only eight now.

Bobby? Mm -hmm.

Poor little boy.

I had a Chinese armour to look after me and my mother was always clean and

laughing and smelt of flowers.

When was the first time I saw Lillian?

It was my first day at boarding school, and the matron showed me into my

dormitory, and there was this other little girl sitting on a bed.

She had a doll.

She was brushing its hair.

She was so engrossed, she didn't even notice us coming.

You realize she's heading for a breakdown?

Yes.

There's nothing I can do.

Hooray, a ladder.

Broken down hut, a quarter of a mile. There.

Rose, I don't think you should go.

You can't be serious.

Yes, I am. This is what I've been waiting for ever since we reached this

awful place. It may not be safe tomorrow.

Maybe as safe as it ever will be.

The guards are having a party. No, it won't.

How do you mean?

There could be some trouble here.

What sort of trouble?

I overheard Blanche and the others talking on the lorry. She and Joseph

anti -jack activities.

Tomorrow? Both here and at the factory. Oh, Christ!

There could be repercussions. I really don't think you should risk it.

Damn Blanche!

Call it off, you must.

Not ruddy likely.

Joseph may have been planning this for days. I dare say. We're going to get it

on all sides and stop that bleeding emperor.

There's bound to be an almighty sting. If they can pin it on us. They won't

to. We'll all get it in the neck. There'll be punishments all round. Early

curfew, you mustn't risk it. I suppose you'd rather we all stood around singing

happy birthday, dear emperor.

You don't understand.

Oh, yes, I do.

I'd understood the minute I'd come here.

You've all caved in, that's what.

Well, just and me reckon it can be started fighting back instead of just

there.

Please don't do it tomorrow.

What's so special about tomorrow?

Unless you happen to be a nip.

Meeting Fern.

We will have to ask Verna for extra mattresses. I anticipate several more

admissions before the end of the week.

Not your problem.

You'll be out of here by then.

But in the meantime, I'm still in charge here.

mean that to sound the way it did.

It's not that I resent you going. Why not?

Most of them do.

Just I wish to hell I was going too.

It is as well you're not.

Dr. Mason could not manage without you.

No.

How does it feel?

What?

The thought of getting out of here.

I haven't had time to consider. Oh, Come on, even you must be rearing to get

back home again.

Things are not always so simple.

I know how I'd feel. It'd be like all the birthdays and Christmases I've ever

had rolled into one with icing on top.

Mind you, I'd settle for a transfer to the men's camp.

And so, it is with much joy that we celebrate first of our great emperor,

he whose chosen name is Shoah.

which mean in English, enrighten the peace.

Dead appropriate.

Our emperor, unlike your Mr.

Churchill, is a peace -loving man.

It is not he who seek war.

It is fault of greedy British coroners.

Absolute tosh.

However, our emperor is a forgiving man, kindly and...

Magnanimous. And so today, all women will share in salvation.

Each room will be given special gift as token of Japanese generosity.

Miss Hassan, be sure.

Doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth, I suppose.

I am sure all internees would wish me to thank the commander on their behalf.

Women will also be given extra rations at supper.

And for a special treat, they will have meat.

Tomorrow, some prisoners will leave camp for repatriation.

Soon, they will be back in their own country.

I hope they will tell the world of the generosity of a Japanese conqueror.

Amen? Both?

Up!

Do you understand?

Darling!

We're going to have meat.

Get a move on, can't you?

I remember when we laughed at me.

What sort is it anyway?

Scrag in the monkey.

What did you expect?

Meats, meats, as far as I'm concerned.

Every time I see burners, cats start drooling. You'd better not touch him,

wouldn't half -cop it.

No,

no, leave it, Mummy.

Mummy!

Lillian's off again.

There's a lot to touch about, but we'll do it here.

What's the matter, Lillian?

Ah,

that's what's the matter. Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. Smell it.

Oh, heavens, yes.

Oh, it's revolting.

Yes, you're right, Susie. Go on.

What's going on? The meat's bad. Bloody hell!

There's so much for the hymns general.

No one is to eat the meat or they might get...

I can't go meeting him looking like... Dark enough out there, anyway. Not that

dark.

I think I should go.

You forget, after a year without female company, you'll look good enough for

him.

Thank God I didn't cut my hair, Bernard. I couldn't stand women with short hair.

Men never can.

I suppose if I ever get out of here alive, I'll have to grow mine again.

On the other hand, I might just say Sodom.

Would you like some lipstick?

I pinched it off Metro Golden.

Don't take all of it.

What time are you meeting him?

As near to nine as possible.

It won't be much fun out there on your own.

You like me to come with you?

Magra.

First stages.

Never thought I'd be treating women of your sort.

Vitamins, of course.

Here, wear this and try and keep out of the sun. That should control it.

Like old times.

Having you in charge again.

No, I don't remember making such a good job of it.

That was only at the end.

Things could never be as bad as that here.

I suppose not.

You managed very well up till then. Well, then I had Nellie and my eyesight.

No words for it.

It's no better.

I'm sure you'll cope.

Other people don't share your optimism.

Beatrice.

Do you think I don't hear, then?

Your friend Lillian and the rest. You mustn't go by Lillian.

They may not like Natalie, but they do have confidence in her.

In my opinion, you're a better doctor any day. No, a lot of us feel the same.

You see patients as people, not numbers.

Maybe that's my trouble.

What?

I used to have Natalie's objectivity. No, you were never that bad.

I used to be able to cut myself off.

I feel like Ulrich, I must have felt.

Confusion inside.

Need to draw on a higher authority.

Well, for me, there's none.

So how come you're not at the party?

Oh, I offer myself for duty.

You mean you volunteered?

Yes, volunteered.

Don't blame you.

Too much noise. I have bad head.

I'm not surprised.

Satan, is it?

Bastard. He's really got it in for you, hasn't he?

Got it in.

He doesn't like you.

Captain Sato likes no one.

Except himself?

He's unhappy, ma 'am. He deserves to be.

He's angry to be left in camp with women. He wants to go fight war.

I bet.

Be in his element, wouldn't he?

For a Japanese soldier, it is bad disgrace not to fight war.

Is that what you want?

To be out there shooting our people?

I did not want to fight British people.

So how come you're in the army then?

It is my duty.

Did you kill someone out of duty?

All soldiers are killed for duty.

British soldiers also.

Would you kill me?

You?

Out of duty, if it came to it.

When soldier kill, he kills a stranger.

You... What?

You not a stranger.

I go to patrol.

us safe through the night and please look after Daddy wherever he may be.

Forgive our enemies, especially Captain Seto, and let the war be over soon

so that Mummy and me, Mummy and I, can go home soon.

And please God, if you can spare them, could we have some more Red Cross

parcels?

I suppose they're certainly knocking back the booze. Yeah.

May they drown in it.

Your turn next, eh?

What? You and your chap out there next time.

With any luck, we'll be able to set up regular liaisons between their camp and

ours.

What did you say?

Holy smoke.

You don't know?

Rose is meeting Bernard.

Isn't she?

There's some hut in the jungle. I took it she'd have told you. Oh, she wouldn't

tell me, would she?

Salvation, bitch! Oh, for God's sake, someone will hear you.

Looks like you've beaten him to it.

You will stay, won't you?

Till he comes.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to go off like that.

My fault.

Springing it on you like that.

It's just... I haven't heard from him, you see.

And he's definitely there.

That native told Christina.

And I was sent two notes by her and he doesn't answer.

I'm scared he's sick.

Could be a dozen other explanations.

Most of them worse.

Don't do to look on the black side.

Come on, now.

Where's your Aussie grit?

That sort of thing.

I sometimes think that was invented by other people.

With this space in our group for a jolly extrovert, it looks as if it's vacant

again.

Monica used to have a theory about that.

Us all being slotted into designated roles.

Perhaps that's why she and I made such a point of breaking the mould.

Some ways it was better not knowing he was there.

But now I do.

I mean, if he was sick, I'd be so near and yet...

To think I used to worry about him wearing the wrong clothes.

If he kept me waiting this long in Singapore, I'd have stood him up.

Do you think something's happened?

No.

What if he can't come after all? Relax, he'll come.

We've been here ages.

Just seems like ages.

I am glad you came.

Lesser of two evils. I didn't fancy that nip version of freeze, the jolly good

fellow.

Don't say nothing.

Bloody monkey.

That'll be a nice greeting.

I'm frightened.

What of?

Of seeing him?

What I might feel.

You know what you feel, that's what's kept me going.

And that was a word we never used, either of us.

Well, except in the middle of sex, and that is different.

Yeah.

It goes along with words like marriage and children.

They weren't in our vocabulary either. No strings, I remember you saying. It's

you, that's fine.

And now?

I don't know whether it's him I love or just the idea of him.

I'll keep you hasn't busy tonight.

Yeah.

what Trier wants for them.

Probably about tomorrow.

That's another reason I'm set up.

Trier going.

Good riddance, I say.

Fish is welcome.

I know what you think of her, but she's taught me a lot.

Funny, really.

I was all set to chuck in nursing when we got here, but now, don't laugh.

Thinking of training to be a doctor when we get out of here.

We did achieve something.

Assuming we do get out of here. We will.

And assuming Tom fancies having a doctor for a wife.

Well, that's an improvement anyway.

What? Half an hour ago, you were giving him up for dead.

Where were you?

Same old rose.

You look frightful, Bernard.

You come in.

Not a thing?

I've just come from Miss Hassan.

Always an uplifting experience.

This afternoon I put in a request to have my repatriation to the county.

You mean you'll be staying after all?

It seems Yamauchi will not let me.

He has just telephoned through.

I would have thought they would have been delighted.

But propaganda reasons, quite apart from your medical use.

I've heard the same. Well, then why on earth would he let you stay? I'm not

of some great administrative plan.

Once decided, it cannot be altered.

A dose of my own medicine, you are thinking?

No, I wasn't.

If only what I know prompted you to ask him.

A chance to go home. It's what we all dream of.

The dream is fine.

It's the reality I'm afraid of.

My brother is a communist.

They exist, even in Vichy.

Before the war, he was involved with various anti -fascist groups.

No doubt he will be active in the resistance now, he and his friends.

I want no involvement in such things.

I never did.

That's why I came out east.

To pursue my medical research in peace.

I doubt if that will be possible now.

At least here, there was my treatise.

I'm sure it'll be published one day.

You will do as you promised?

Keep the other copies safe?

Yes.

And should there be any unusual developments, if you could add to my

I'll get Kate to do it. I find writing difficult now.

If I should lose this, my time here would have been for nothing.

I doubt your patients would think so.

Cut your hair, then.

What is the license?

Saw a party of women out chopping wood once.

Geez, they look like scapegoats.

Make up to trust you.

Blanche named it for me.

That your friend?

Yes.

How do you offer food, then?

We'd cut the fish, of course.

Got something for you.

Here.

Best I could do.

Could all better than be.

Where did you get them?

Looked like a little touch -up.

Hey, before I forget, you know that girl Kate Norris in your camp, the nurse?

Yes. Tell her Tom Redburn sent this out.

He might have written.

He couldn't, poor sod, he was in the cell.

The cell?

Solitary. Nips caught him stealing paper.

What's it like?

Down a dog kennel.

And he wouldn't keep a dog in there.

They make them kneel for days in their own filth.

Hands behind their backs.

Pole through their arms.

Sometimes they give them a few kicks just for laughs.

Burn them with their cigarette butts.

In case they fall asleep.

All in all, not much fun.

No, it doesn't sound frightfully jolly.

What are you doing?

That's a bit of fresh air.

Oh, Blanche.

You're not smuggling again?

Chance would be a fine thing. Get myself a tame navy if I could undercut Verna.

What? It doesn't matter.

Is that still going on?

There'll be some hangovers in the morning.

Rose.

It's something to do with Rose, isn't it? You just forget you saw her. It's a

men's camper.

She's managed to make contact.

She's mating Bernard.

That's why she washed her hair.

I'm smart, but what do I make of that?

Of the nicest meal I've ever had.

Mm -hmm.

When will we get back?

We'll have a right old blowout.

Do you think they will, Bernard?

Get out of here?

Hmm.

Well, it's not always easy to sort out truth from rumour.

One of the natives managed to smuggle in a newspaper cutting a while back.

It looks as if the Allies are beginning to gain ground.

Well, let's hope they hurry while they've still some of us to liberate.

Have we lost many?

No.

One girl committed suicide.

She was so young.

Her husband was dead. Well, that's what she thought.

Did you ever...

Come across anybody called Markham?

Peter, I think it is.

Yeah, fair, public school.

He was with our original antagonist.

Died early on.

Deferio, I think.

He was right, then.

We'll survive, you and I.

Yes.

And as soon as we get back...

We're going to do something we should have done long ago.

Get married.

I think I may be sterile by now.

You always said you didn't want children.

I said a lot of things.

One of the things we didn't say to you.

I love you, Rose.

I love you, too.

It's quite a queue, I'll warn you.

Oh, well, everyone's suffering from the same thing.

Nocturnal diuresis, Dr. Trey calls it.

I call it non -stop peeing. She says it's the high -carbohydrate content in

diet. Whatever you call it, it's a bloody nuisance.

I don't want to get much sleep tonight anyway.

Listen, Christina.

I want to talk to you sometime about the native resistance.

I gather you've been in touch with someone.

Not anymore.

Isn't that how Rose and her fellow organise this joint?

Yes, but I've told her I... It's high time we joined forces.

I'm sorry, but I'm not taking any more risks.

I'm tired of being used.

Not like you to be bitter.

A lot of thanks I've had for Rose.

She was all over me when she needed my help, and now... Uh

-uh.

Satan on the rampage.

Kill Joy.

At least we'll be able to get some sleep.

I shan't be able to sleep till my ladyship gets back.

Betty,

you help me turn with this Jackson. That's always a troubling one.

Oh, you mean bed number eight?

No, I mean Mrs. Jackson.

They're going to turn you, all right?

What's going on? If you don't

know, I'm sure no one does.

Shit, I tried to listen.

What's happening?

They can't have found out.

Christina. Christina.

Can you understand what they're saying?

They know, don't they?

They're not going to look for them now.

Oh, my God.

No. No, Blanche. You won't have a home.

Leave them straight to her.

You go that way, I'll look this way.

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