All language subtitles for Tenko s03e07

What do you think you're doing? Take
your hands off me.

You have him back. You give.

How dare you?

That's my personal property.

And I take great exception to being
dragged from a friend's room and shoved

here as if I was some kind of gangster.

English women not belong such places.

I have a perfect right to go where I
choose.

Watch that arm. He's that septic.

Where the hell are you taking him? To
headquarters.

You two will come with us. Now move.

Quite outrageous.

Outrageous!

And I shall have no hesitation in
reporting this to your superior.

You, there.

Whom I've no doubt will offer me an
apology which I most certainly will not

accept.

Hold

your

horses!

What the hell's the matter? I'm coming,
I'm coming.

What the hell's the matter with you? It
was awful.

The police have picked up my uncle and
they've taken him away.

Them? What do you mean, them?

Joss was with him. They found something
in a hole, though. What shall we do?

Oh, my sainted arm.

She was picking up some black market
stuff. Quick, chuck me that bag.

They're sure to come here and search.

Poor uncle.

You can see how they grabbed his bad arm
and he looked so scared and lost.

Not surprised.

How was Joss taken? They were pushing
him.

You think they're taken? Your guess is
as good as mine. What with all the

detention centers laid out. Not
forgetting dear old Chang.

I bought this stuff from a man in the
market.

What man?

How should I know?

I see.

How long have you been buying this
stuff?

time. How long? And before you reply, I
do have other sources of information.

A week or so.

From the same man? No. Because you had
to have a special contact, now didn't

you?

Didn't you?

I'm waiting.

They would hunt men in different
markets.

Who's driving you on?

Law and order or the rickrack will go
fat on other people's suffering.

It's not like that.

What they're trying to do is to help the
poor devil who are too frightened to go

to outpatients.

Well, because there's something to hide.

Maybe they have.

Maybe they're just frightened of
authority.

Because of their record.

Now, let's go back to the beginning,
shall we?

How did you get your contact and who was
he?

I don't know.

So why don't you just clap me in jail
and...

Don't think I wouldn't.

Only you happen to be under Rapwee's
care.

So let's get this over with, shall we?
Who was he?

That's right. Turn your back and stare
out of the window just like our

commandant.

I'm waiting.

I thought I was through with
interrogations.

The ears of the Nipson.

Or that the Yanks when I was protesting
in the Deep South.

Or that our own lot, banging us into
pokey time and time again.

How do you mean?

I was a suffragette.

You know, trying to get our dues like
the folks.

So why don't you go the whole hog,
tubes, funnels, force -feed me till I

choke?

Dominica anywhere, have you?

They're shipping her back to Holland.

If only.

No, Smithers wants her.

Thought she might prefer to be
interviewed about her internment here

the judge advocate building.

What about me?

Don't you worry. I told him you were far
too run down to give any evidence yet.

How dare you?

How dare you assume I'm not up to giving
evidence when it's the one thing that's

kept me going since this bloody war
decided to end itself?

So, I got this tip -off that it's shaggy
back to normal. Chop, chop.

In fact, rumor has it, they're holding
more looters than collaborators, and

know what to do with it.

Not to mention black marketeers.

Naughty.

Anyway, they need someone to clear up
the shacks and stuff put up by the POWs.

In such a state, even the rats move out.

I've managed to pull some strings, so
it's odds on the contract's in the bag.

Surprise, surprise.

There are three types who survive in the
East, my girl.

Legitimates, ne 'er -do -wells paid off
to stay away from home, and those who

are bright enough to work the system.

And good luck to them.

I've no luck for authority, wherever it
parks itself.

How dare you be so impertinent?

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Van Mere. Only you
are overdrawn to the limit.

However, if you would like to see the
manager... I demand to see the manager,

and what is more, straight away. I'm
afraid that's not possible.

But if you would like to join the
queue... Queue?

I have just spent over three and a half
years queuing in order to be given

nothing, and I see no reason why this
time the results will be any better

this vent's ridiculous meanness towards
me. If you... Coming in, are you? I told

you, not to ruffle.

And not that...

You spoke too much.

Can't you look where you're going?

Oh, it's you.

Hey, what's up? What's going on?

Oh, you're mad.

I can't do it. Just leave me alone.

What's your thing not about?

Search me?

Only something's thrown her.

Daft old bat.

Ciao.

Stop.

Sir Angled Road.

Always poking their nose in.

I demand to give my evidence. Demand. Do
you hear me?

If anyone knows what went on and what we
went through, then it's me. And if you

think I'm not up to it, then you've got
another thing coming. Please, Dr. Mason,

I couldn't be more delighted.

So why don't we make general headings
before we... No drugs, no vitamins, lack

of food, lack of water, no sanitary
arrangements, no facilities for burial.

on. I must have buried hundreds,
hundreds, and with my bare hands.

And as for the walking wounded who'll
never get back their health, whose

injuries you can't even see, why, they
must go into their thousands.

And all the time, there were our medical
supplies that they kept...

Honey, none at all.

I'm here only out of kindness of my
heart to a favour for a friend.

A poor woman who is much too ill even to
leave her bed to get a logo out into

the street.

Oh.

Oh, that's better.

No point in old Stephen seeing me like
this.

Even in camp, I never saw you so upset.

Only because it was so unexpected.

Should have known better.

What will they do?

Not much, considering we're off back
home.

If rap we get some move on.

Do forgive.

So, have you heard anything yet?

No.

But I have a feeling it will be back to
Holland for a refreshing cause.

What, for heaven's sake?

For heaven's sake, I have to learn
obedience.

I've taken too many decisions upon
myself.

Don't say how.

Attending Sally's funeral, not stopping
Dorothy from doing such a dreadful

thing. No power on earth would have
stopped her. If I had told,

Miss Hassan would have done so.

Turned informer.

So, worst things?

To take one's own life or the life of an
unborn child?

It's only that when you love and
understand the people... Ah, there's the

The vow of obedience is not easy for one
of my character.

Not easy for any of us.

Ah.

But I am a nun who dedicated myself to
obeying the word of God and those put in

authority over me.

It is only now that I'm beginning to
question.

To be sent away when I'm needed so badly
here.

Forgive me.

For what?

My thoughts entirely.

Our own refugees, what they have lost.

And they're getting all the help they
need, not a young Nellie.

My God, the powers that be have a lot to
answer for.

So our job is to see that justice is
done.

To collect and collate the evidence so
that when the trials begin, there's no

hold -up. Is that clear?

Oh, quite, sir. Spot on.

Sorry I'm late.

I've been getting a bellyful of Dr.
Nathan.

Boy, once you got going, there was no
stopping her. That's what I like to

What about that young 'un over there?

I rather thought we'd leave her.

Just coffee.

You know what rappers like about us not
harassing them, and, well, she is a bit

young. Even so, no harm in asking.

She's more your generation.

Why don't you cut across there and test
the water?

Me, sir?

She won't bite.

Besides, I want a word with the colonel
in private, so make yourself scarce.

Yes, sir.

Absolutely.

Honestly, they get younger by the day.
He can't be more than five years older

than my boy. He had a major to boot.

Excuse me.

Harry Alderson -Bennett, at your
service.

How did you... Alec... Alec Courtney. I
wonder, might I sit down?

Only there's something I'd like to ask
you.

Oh, please.

Most kind.

Now, it's about your giving evidence.

And with so many leaving on the boat in
just a few days, I want no dragging of

feet. Is that understood?

Quite.

So what about that one?

Not got around to it yet.

In which case... Miss Thorpe.

Sir, I went and phoned Jake to alert
him, but he already knew.

Oh, look at this place. I mean, just
look at it. These aren't famous for

up after. Those damned hooligans.

But be grateful they didn't find
anything.

No, quit thinking.

What does it matter?

All I can think of is my uncle and what
they're doing to him.

And they tell you nothing?

Only that he's being held.

All he did was stay on in his job in the
civil service to get the extra rights

rationed for his son.

I can't stand not being able to do
anything.

How right you are.

And seeing that the best means of
defense is attack.

I'm off to the Straits Times to demand
an article on why we're forced to

for what we need. And if they dare to
suggest I go through an official

I shall personally stuff them up it.

That's the spirit.

And what's more, I shall come with you.
You will not.

Just one thing that gives me the pip is
anyone trying to nanny me, especially

you.

The mountain won't come to Mohammed.

Oh, this is a pleasant surprise. All the
visitors I've had, what do they think?

I've made a bit of a fool of myself.

Ah.

It's this evidence business.

See, I found I couldn't stop.

On and on and on I went, spewing it out,
when I finally stopped to draw breath.

What's -his -name was sitting there
staring at me as if he were stunned.

And so?

Well, I... Suddenly I saw myself through
his eyes.

Half -crazed, middle -aged woman
obsessed with her pound of flesh.

I don't regret what I said.

Gave him every miserable detail, blow by
blow, whole bang shoot.

And now you feel bad?

No, no, not about that, no.

It's just I made everything so personal.

Whereas once I used to pride myself on
how objective I always was.

Only where your work was concerned.

Do you think so?

What about the wise Beatrice? The woman
whose opinion was sought on every single

occasion?

As now, all I notice anybody takes of
me, I might just as well be wallpaper.

Perhaps we are both too caught up in
worries about ourselves.

Yes, more than likely.

In the camp, everything was so
straightforward because we were fighting

lives.

But the fight for ourselves, that is a
different matter.

You're not happy, are you?

Happy?

To be happy, one must be sure. You have
doubts?

Of God's purpose for me, yes.

If I was a believer, I think I'd ask
myself, what is it I do best for him?

I love the East, and I love its people.
I feel as if we've had fun so close.

Love is never wrong.

No.

Only what we do with it.

If you make Tom better, I promise I'll
give up wanting to be a doctor.

I'll just look after him for the rest of
my life.

Forever and ever.

Amen.

I like this place.

Don't you think of the times it must
have been ransacked?

Japs and looters and now the police.

No doubt the good monk could have added
a tale or two.

I've had a sneaking regard for
Buddhists.

No side film.

This stuff ain't half bad.

Presented, I might say, by Mrs. Ling's
husband.

And I was sorting out the ration cart.
We are the wheeler dealer.

One thing Changi taught me, if nothing
else.

Tell me, how was it?

Up and down.

Oh, don't be coy.

If there's one thing that gets my goat,
it's that.

Besides, we're both in the same boat.

Who?

In some ways, it was very much like a
public school, only a million times

No privacy, nothing but chat.

Even the way we behaved, the kind of
jokes we cracked.

Only this time, we were grown -ups,
which is what made it somehow obscene.

Don't tell me.

Choir practice, discussion groups, lots
of privileges for letting down the side,

and a leader instead of a prefect to see
that we kept up to scratch. Exactly.

And the extraordinary thing is, it just
about kept us sane. Most of us, anyway.

I often used to think, and spent your
time for that in the sick bay, not to

mention the punishment hut, that when
everything got quite too much, the best

thing was to concentrate on some small,
ridiculous detail.

Like that interrogation this morning.

Kept noticing the scurf on the bugger's
collar.

Made him human, I suppose.

Just about.

Or that.

It's our faults and not our strength
that are so much more endearing.

Talking of which, you look absolutely
washed out.

Are you surprised after the day I've had
of it?

In fact, I hardly keep my eyes open.

Then don't.

Plenty of places to keep down here.

Half of Singapore does.

In fact, can you take my bed and I'll
dust down on a mattress?

Still doing the public school bit, I
see.

Oh, please, for once.

Don't spoil a gesture.

No.

I know it's your first letter from Ben,
but how many more times are you going to

read it?

Well, what's he got to say for himself?

First. Such as?

Such as summer halls, autumn term,
subjects he's taking from a trick.

Oh, yes, and he's saving to buy a
bicycle, a racing bicycle.

All as it should be.

To his mother?

After all these years?

What would you like him to say?

That he missed me. That he can't wait to
see me.

Goes without saying.

Very British.

It's what we are.

Might as well be a letter to a distant
relative. Which, of course, I am.

across the world, half remembered.

Nonsense. He just can't expect himself
on paper, that's all. Few boys can at

that age.

So it crossed your mind he could be
afraid of meeting me? No.

Then, of course, it could be the other
way round.

Yes, well... I suppose we're almost
strangers, him no longer a child, and

Anticipating the worst.

Just being a realist. If I learned
anything in camp, it was to be that. I

What were you before, may I ask?

A child living in her own dream world.

That's not true, and you know it. Isn't
it?

Sheltered by loving parents, given away
by her father into the safekeeping of a

man he could trust to cherish his
daughter till death us do part.

Except the war did that instead.

Parting.

And peace seems to be following in its
footsteps.

If you say so.

Seems to be the way it is.

Tell me something, going back to
England, are you going to or running

I would like to know. Most of me can't
wait to see him. That's not what I

All right, then I can't tell you because
I don't know. All I know is I'm afraid.

Years of longing, and now... Now this
house, us... I feel so alone.

As for meeting Ben...

And you think the rest of us aren't?

God almighty, I haven't stopped being
afraid since the day the war started.

What might have happened to you? Whether
you were alive or dead, and if alive,

what those bastard Japs were doing to
you? I do know. No, you don't know.

Because I found you and I'm still afraid
because you've changed so much. I don't

know what you want anymore or how to
help you. You can help by not dwelling

the past, not asking any more questions
about the camp.

It's my job.

It's personal. Of course it's personal.
Every time I look at you, I... You see

the enemy much more than you see me.

That's not true. You see Sato, you see
Commandant Yamouchi. No, I see you.

And I see how much you've suffered.

And sadly, it's not going to get any
easier.

Yamauchi's here.

He's under lock and key.

Now, I don't know. Doesn't he ever file
anything?

Yes?

Don't tell me the great interrogator's
having a line.

More likely mucking up his own office at
headquarters.

I wish he would stop using mine like a
dustbin, dumping his things on and in my

desk. My heart bleeds for you. What have
I done to deserve you?

Damn and blonde.

Right, all right.

Wrap me off his raffles, yes.

Yes, yes, yes, she's one of ours.

She... She... What?

I see.

And you want me to have a word with her?
Oh, surely, wouldn't it be better

coming from you?

Or if you say so.

Phyllis Cordelia Jane, it's not your
day.

Anyone remember how to spell
pandemonium?

C -H -A -O -S.

Oh, it's you.

No need to ask where you spent the
night.

No. And if you're worrying about my
reputation, don't bother.

Just reached an all -time low.

At least I haven't yet stooped to lying.

Are you referring to me?

Don't be absurd.

So, when I was down at the streets of
Times Office, guess what? What were you

doing down there?

Never you mind.

But there was a Dutch journalist hanging
around.

Very attractive he was, too. We got
chatting.

Apparently, one Metro Goldwyn gave him
an interview which was published.

Sir? Went something like this.

I was often punished for the many times
I resisted the enemy.

and if many times I risked my life for
my companions and to obtain information

from the natives... Liar! ...on the
terrible forced march, even though I was

dying, I gave up my stretcher so that
others might be able to rest. Others?

What others? We couldn't prise her off
the bloody thing.

Van Meyer, I want you out of my way.

Right, where's Van Meyer?

He's gone to the grill room. Right!

I see you've been told.

Just about.

Had to get medicine from somewhere.

Caught with black market goods.

Consorting with a suspected
collaborator.

Refusing to give your contacts to the
police.

Causing a disturbance at the straight
times.

Well, need I go on?

Not if you don't want to.

You're old and you're frail.

Well, you're old anyway.

Despite which you have managed to cause
more trouble than the rest of the

internees put together. Good.

Please.

If I managed to wangle you a lovely
large cabin all to yourself, wouldn't

just go home, say, tomorrow?

Over my dead body.

My place is here, and easy. I shall
remain until the rest of us leave

and that's flat.

Is it quite finished?

No, and I never will.

Oh, I give up.

Joss Holbrook.

Consider yourself severely reprimanded.
Not your fault. It doesn't stop them

landing me in it. Oh, bloody liar.

How dare you? It can't be such names.
You don't by any chance have a drink, do

you? I think we may need it.

Right. Now, re -article Dutch newspaper.

And do please correct me if I am in the
slightest degree wrong.

Were you ever, on any occasion, punished
for even the smallest show of

resistance to the enemy? No, you were
not.

And did you ever...

Ever risk your skin for any of us at any
time during the whole of those three

and a half bloody years?

No, you did not!

And did you ever, even once, give up
your stretcher without us shoving you

it, even to those who were damn well
dying? No, you did not!

And why?

Because you are a selfish, self
-indulgent, cowardly liar.

who has only ever considered her own
comforts for the whole of her miserable

useless life.

Well, aren't you going to have
aesthetics like always you usually do?

Steve.

Of course it was in the punishment cell.

And what's worse, when Nurse Bridie O
'Hara kept grinding on about how she was

neutral from error and why couldn't the
nips work out the difference.

Oh, Lord, Nurse O 'Hara.

Well, don't tell me she's still chunting
on.

At the Fleabew Hotel, thank God.

Oh, can't you tell? Looky, I had a
morning, noon and night.

Anyway, after I was let out, they shoved
in Blanche, Blanche Simmons.

Well, by all accounts, it's quite a
girl.

Read about her in Mrs Jefferson's diary.

Of course.

You do know all about it.

So, tell me about Blanche.

Caught smuggling in food.

To me, amongst others.

So they battened her down.

The only thing was, she'd bury, bury.

The kind that fills you up with water.

Ever heard the bury, bury song?

It's the wailing sound they make just
before they die.

Not very pretty.

Anyway, that was her number up.

They were dead for hours before they
found her and flung her out.

Unrecognisable.

I see.

Bloody hell.

Do you like to call her today?

I wouldn't mind.

Why don't you go and get yourself a
stiff drink?

We can finish this later.

I never meant to tell so many stories,
but the journalist, he was so

sympathetic.

No, not quite the ticket, all things
considered.

No. Mind you, my dear, after all you've
suffered, I don't doubt you weren't

quite yourself.

Chaps went the same way, don't you know?

And who's a chap to blame them?

But now I am to be put into silence.

Ah, non -speakers, eh?

So, fair dues.

Got to balance things out.

I don't think I can take much more.

No, my dear.

You just keep your pegger up. They'll
come round, you'll see.

I do know, my dear, I've seen it all
before.

Where's Joss?

Gone off to Jake's.

Seems they've searched him as well.
They'll not find anything. He's much too

fly. Oh, there you are.

What's so urgent all of a sudden? Hold
on, I'll go and get Metro. No, don't.

Don't!

No.

Very well, but be sure to tell her. Tell
her what?

Yamouch is here.

He's in Changi.

So?

Well, I thought you ought to know.

That's all.

Who cares where he is, so long as he's
under lock and key.

I wonder if a sod would be more
appropriate.

How could you?

Sod? Well, he wasn't all bad.

Well, you found that bandit, didn't you?

What about the takings out from
batterings we all took, not to mention

So he was heartless, but isn't everyone
during a war? How do you mean?

The British, for instance, even before
the fall of Singapore, isn't true.

Think so?

So how about when the Japanese were
almost in the suburbs and the British

refused to arm the natives?

That they weren't reliable enough.

And when at last the guns were handed
out, they held the line until they were

massacred brave as lion.

I didn't know.

There's a lot more you don't know.

Like the Japanese have always hated the
Chinese.

Even forced them to pay ransom just to
stay alive.

And now my uncle is in custody just
because he's Chinese.

That's not true and you know it. All I
know is that most of Europe had to work

for the Nazis.

The French on the railways and such. The
Belgians. The Dutch staying on in their

jobs. Even the civil service. But are
they behind bars?

He'll be let go, you'll see.

Oh, yes.

And they might even say it's all been a
ghastly mistake.

But he'll never be the same again, and
neither will I.

If you'll excuse me.

I must go after her. No, I'll go. She
talks to me.

Being a colonial?

Yeah.

I've dedicated myself to saving people's
lives, and I hope to hang them.

I think I need some fresh air.

Marion,

would you mind if I joined you?

Of course not.

Say him again, please.

What is happening?

Yamouchi's here.

Dominica, what is it?

I have been stupid as always.

I gave an interview to a paper and made
myself out a heroine.

Is that all?

It's not a joke, even though I am.

All those terrible years in the camp, I
was so afraid.

But I still wanted to be brave.

Just as I wanted to be a good wife.

I was so pretty.

And now I feel so ashamed.

There's no need.

I couldn't have done without you.

So, I gave the girl Phyllis as good as I
got.

Told her I was staying until I went home
with the rest, and that's that.

So, how about you, then?

I shan't go home.

Not even for a visit?

Well, what to?

A younger sister I didn't even like and
can hardly remember.

Besides, London, my London's gone.

The city, Café de Paris, even the club.

So, what'll you be up to?

Oh, this and that.

What does that mean?

Seeing Monica's nephew, for one.
Checking he's all right.

Sorting out Cousin Lizzie's estate.

He got done in in one of the last air
raids.

silly woman. Oh, you never said.

Why should I?

Anyway, it seems she left me a bit, so
arrangements have to be made.

Hmm. All right for some.

A bit late to do me any good.

How about coming back?

We'll see.

Good riddance.

Mm -hmm.

I've decided I'm not going to give any
evidence.

You've got my diary. That's more than
enough.

Sorry, but only the whole truth is
enough, and that means every detail, and

know it. Including the good things
Yamouchi did.

Good things? He was sometimes kind in
his way.

Perhaps you'd like me to recommend him
for a medal.

What sort of kindness was it when he
refused to fit the drugs they were sent?

For God's sake, Mary.

Think of the women and children that you
buried with your own hands.

It wasn't all bad, not compared to Seto.

Seto is dead. So Yamauchi is to stand
trial for him as well.

Tell me something. Are you deliberately
setting out to undermine the course of

justice? Only I would like to know. What
kind of justice is it when you discount

anything that could be said in
Yamauchi's favour?

It's a murder.

You, more than anyone else, might know
that.

All I know is I don't want to say one
more thing in case it'll be twisted.

I see. Well, if that's really how you
think we work, perhaps it would be just

well to remain silent.

Ah. May I, ma 'am?

Or perhaps you wish to be alone. That is
the last thing I would wish for. Ah.

Ah, boy.

The pudding thing.

Thank you.

Ah. Still brooding on that interview to
the newspaper, I hope? No.

I have just been talking to Colonel
Smithers. Ah.

War crimes.

Didn't bully you, I hope? No.

Indeed, I was able to tell him
everything he wished to hear. Ah.

I only hope that this time it was the
truth.

Well, as long as you told him just how
it was.

With all the stories I've made up, I'm
no longer sure.

Why should I feel so guilty when I hate
the Japanese more than anything in the

whole world? Well, that's the price of
peace, my dear.

War equals anger, peace equals
forgiveness, or so we're brought up to

And what's more, it returns us to the
dashed muddle we've made of our own

including all the things we've done that
we're ashamed of.

Not much room for righteous indignation
then, is there?

How very wise you are. Just very old.

Oh, quite old.

When sometimes I feel so young.

Another drink?

Thank you.

Shall we make a move?

I can't sit here all night.

Let's go home.

At least there we can talk in private.

What about?

We've said all we have to say. Any more
and the gap will just grow wider, won't

it? Sir?

Mrs. Jefferson?

Sorry to interrupt, but there's
something I think you ought to know.

Well?

Oh, excuse me. I'll go and see how
Dominica is.

Oh, come on, man. Don't make a meal of
it.

Christina Campbell has requested a visit
to Yarmulke.

Is she by joke? Well, the answer's no.

As it's virtuous.

Name one?

One of our men will be listening in.

Fetch me a couple of chairs.

We've got a visitor for you.

None of that. Let's just have it in
English, shall we?

It's less of a bind for me.

If that's what you wish.

Sit.

Without thought.

Thank you.

You are well?

I'm well.

And you?

I have food and water.

I brought you some biscuits. Sorry,
miss. Part of the rules.

I'm sorry.

And your friend, J .R. Wells?

Very well.

Dorothy Bennett has left for London.

If there's anything you'd like me to
do... Is that permitted?

There is nothing.

I thought you might need some paper and
a pencil.

There is a bird that comes.

It will much like the little pieces.

I have named it after my grandson.

You've had word of him.

No.

We must bow and trust to the kindness of
the gods.

I have tried to put the sin of self
behind me, to accept without

question the obedience of the discipline
of the church.

At first I thought I had succeeded, but
the memory of the other camps I

was in, the decisions I was forced to
make for myself,

if I am truly honest.

I cannot accept that they were always
wrong.

Kintyre, Scotland.

That's foxy done.

Honestly, you'd think after a lifetime
of writing my brother would get a sight

less difficult. No.

Couldn't even bring myself to tell him
about Monica's death.

Then what would he understand?

Things that are very painful, difficult
to speak of. Quite so.

The loss of your husband, eh?

My husband? No, I was not thinking of
that loss.

Then what?

For God's sake, Dominica, you look
utterly bereft.

If I tell you, you will say nothing to
the others. What if you don't want me

No.

Looks so very bare, don't you think?

But then you have to give something as
security against a loan when you have

spent all your accounts.

Now I have nothing.

Nothing in the whole wide world. Come
on.

It's hardly that tragic.

I mean, for one ghastly moment, I
thought it was something really

is to me.

Maybe, but it's only money. You have
always had so much. What do you know

how it feels to be without?

This is nonsense.

I can let you have something, at least
to redeem the ring later on. No, I

be beholden.

Oh, come on.

Between friends.

Friends? What kind of friend is it who
tells Beatrice of my stupid article in

the first place?

Not to mention the rest of them putting
me into silence.

No sign of friendship there, is there?

Put like that?

No.

No, there isn't.

All I know is that whatever I do is
wrong.

And why?

Because I'm the silly Mrs. Van Meer who
is good for a laugh and not much else.

But I will tell you something.

For some of us, money is the only
comfort that we can have.

And at least it never lets one down.

If it comes out, I'll go for a walk.

Then I'll... do something else.

Are you that good?

What about?

You don't help.

Tell me.

I'm 30 alone and single, that, do you?

I thought it best not to get involved.

How shall I put it?

Going in as I do for passing fancies,
here today, etc.

Thought I was being considerate.

Letting you be.

Don't tell me you're afraid of hurting
me.

Something like that.

Oh, with a condescending little so -and
-so.

Not really.

For some odd reason, I happen to like
you.

Dorothy Morto.

You wouldn't by any chance like to go to
bed?

I thought you'd never ask.

That's for the wash.

Seems funny somehow not to have bugs.

Hilarious.

What's this about Metro being sent to
country?

After what she said?

In my young days, she would have had her
mouth washed out with soap.

Even so.

She's a bit low at the moment, and this
on top.

Right, I'm off.

Anything to post?

Yes.

And give my regards to Stephen.

Right.

I'll do that.

Mrs Van Meyer?

Are you through?

I'm so sorry. I didn't know you wanted
it. Please forgive me.

Look, this other business.

I'm not taking back a word I said.

However, what's done is done.

Let's just not make a meal of it, shall
we?

For God's sake, woman, go and put some
muck on your face. You look an absolute

fright. Thank you for telling me.

Pull yourself together!

It's marvellous, isn't it? I can tell
everyone else what to do when it comes

myself.

You don't do things by arms.

I like to concentrate.

So.

Here's to the next time.

Just so long as we keep our freedom.

So.

Tell us more about your wicked part.

Get out of school.

Then got hitched to a rich and older
alcoholic.

Couldn't take it, so I joined a shipping
line as entertainment officer.

Rich pickings, that.

Finally, landed out here for my sin.

And the war?

Told you.

In the Swiss passport, everyone's your
friend.

Yeah.

Barnard Raffles told me he was smuggling
news about how the war was going.

Which is why I suppose I'm accepted now.

So.

How about your beginnings?

Now it's a glamorous.

Mining town.

Poverty.

Two brothers, three sisters, all younger
than me.

Mum conking it out when I was 11.

Made her go on.

That would have been easy.

Dad and me, we co.

I looked after the little ones.

Quite the little mother.

What do you mean by that?

Why the hell am I telling you all this?

I only asked.

To make a long story short, Dad chopped
himself.

The rest got sent to Wales.

And I went to work in the mill.

That satisfy you?

Excuse me, Miss Bristow? Yes. I am
Sister Ulrica.

Oh, how nice to meet you. How is your
splendid Reverend Mother?

Very well. She has asked me to say to
you that she's arranging a picnic. So if

you would like to choose six of the
younger children, she would be most

include them. Oh, very thoughtful of
her.

I wonder, might I go up to see my
friends?

Feel free. Everyone else does.

However, by this time, I should think
you'll find them in the bar.

Oh.

It's hardly a den of iniquity.

No, of course not. I'm just being
foolish.

I might see you in there myself if I can
get this lot sorted out.

How nice to see the young ones enjoying
themselves.

A friend of the Brigadier's, I believe.

I don't know about that, but he works
for you. Oh, very suitable.

Marion, where's the Brigadier?

Working late, as usual. I'm waiting for
him to pick me up. Oh, I'm hanging on to

Stephen. Talking of whom, where the hell
has he got himself?

I think I saw him going upstairs.

Sneaking above, no doubt.

Honestly, his feet.

Wish he'd wear socks.

Oh, it's you.

Oh, it's me.

Oh, I'll get you a chair. No, no, Mary,
it's all right. I feel very daring.

Absolutely intrepid.

And to what do we owe this honour? I've
missed you. Just?

Look who I've dragged down. I'm sorry.

There you be.

So the mountain has finally moved.
Here's a seat.

Stephen Wendell, can I present our very
dear friend?

Oh, Charlotte.

Now, where can we sit down? Now, shall
we join Christina?

And what would you like to drink? Would
you like coffee, tea, lemonade, gin

sling? Gin sling? Yes, right.

I would just... Sit here and enjoy being
with you all. Now, tell me all the

news. What is there to tell?

We're still waiting for Ratcliffe.
Suppose you know that Yamauchi's in

Singapore? So we're told.

Yamauchi's in Singapore? I visited him
this morning.

He asked after you all, and I said you
were well.

And why should you wish to do that?

Sometimes he was kind.

What's he now?

Tell me, are you all to give evidence?

We won't be giving any evidence.

Oh? I too have decided not to do so.

Forgiveness is what is needed now. Don't
you agree?

No, not really.

I suppose we must all choose our own
paths to follow.

Quite, but I should have thought...
Christine has been having a bad time

recently. First she discovers her long
-lost uncle.

They clap him behind bars.

He's in prison? Yes, working for the
Japanese. Only for extra rise? And that

for his son?

Would you like me to visit him, to take
him some food?

Would you? It would be my pleasure. I
thought you weren't allowed out all that

much. What are you doing here? I've
always been allowed out.

Only sometimes, sometimes we can build
our own prison.

Tell me, Christina, your uncle and his
son, they are your only relatives?

Only my uncle has survived.

And your cousin?

He's dead.

Just 17.

Executed for collaborating.

Executed? By the Japanese, for smuggling
rice into Changi for your lot.

The British prisoners of war.