All language subtitles for Fortunes of War - 01x05 - April 1941_iris3.eng

(Middle Eastern singing and music)

(people talking)
(traffic rumbling)

(pleasant flute and violin music)

- Welcome in Egypt, sir, take your bag.

- All right, bloody hell.

- Sir, give me your bag.
- Welcome in Egypt.

- Welcome in Egypt, sir, hand me your bag.

- That's right, straight along there.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

- Good afternoon, ladies and
gentlemen, good afternoon.

Gentlemen to your right,
ladies to the left.

There you go, sir.

- This way here, please, sir.
- There you go, to your right.

- Thank you.

- Madam?

Over there, thank you very much.

Ladies and children over there,
thank you very much indeed.

There you are, sir.

(whistle blowing)

Hope you'll be nice and comfortable.

- [Man] This way, please, sir.

- Now where have you brought me?

- Apparently, this place
was once a brothel.

- Oh, I've never been in one.

Have you?

- No, not really.

This was closed down by the authorities

and then requisitioned by the
military for use by refugees.

- Are we still refugees?

- Yes, we are, darling.

- How do we stop being refugees?

- Well, I must find us a job,

and you must find us somewhere to live.

- So, that's how it's done.

(car horn honking)

- Understood?

- Hope you enjoyed your
stay, sir and madam.

(car horn honking)

- Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

- Oh, shut up!

- [Man By Door] Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

- British Council offices.

- Where are they going in such a hurry?

- Well, for a decent drink, I imagine.

And so are we, come on.

The Anglo-Egyptian Union.

This is the hub of the
universe, in Cairo, anyway.

- Ah, there's Dobson.

- So it must be the hub of the universe.

(laughing)

- Harriet, Guy.
- Hello.

- This is Bill Castlebar.

He teaches at Cairo University.

- How do you do?

- Guy Pringle, Harriet Pringle.

- How do you do?
- Very nice to meet you.

- Castlebar the poet?
- That's right.

- Well, I've read your works.
- The dirty bits?

- All of it.

- I like your husband.

- So do I most of the time.

- Farouk!

Beer for everybody!

- Have you been in touch
with the organization?

- Sorry, which organization?

- Yours, the Council, about work.

- Um, well, I thought we'd
settle in for a few days,

try to find an escape
route from our brothel.

- Brothel?

- [Harriet] We're staying in a brothel.

- Really?

- Well, you'd be well-advised
to find work first,

then escape from your brothel later.

Cairo is awash with English teachers.

- Yes, I'm told that Gracey
runs the organization here.

Is that true?

- Alas and alack.

- He hates Guy.

- I thought he was a semi-invalid.

That's what he told us.

- Well, the advance of the German army

worked wonders for his health.

At any rate, like it or not,

Gracey's the man you've got to be nice to.

- You might be too late.

That's where they were going in that taxi.

- Well, I'll have a word with him now.

- Excuse us.

- Sure.

- The first human being ever
to admit to reading my poetry.

- Everybody likes Guy Pringle.

- He reads everybody's poetry?

- Yes, I think he probably does.

(chuckling)

- The fact is, Pringle,
we're already overstaffed.

Men have been turning
up from all over Europe.

- What about Mr. Lush and Mr. Dubedat?

- They are working for me, yes.

- Since when, about an hour ago?

- We went to Head Office.

It's the proper thing to do.

- We could have gone
straight to the nearest bar.

But we didn't.

- And you must bear in
mind the sterling service

that Mr. Lush and Mr. Dubedat
performed for me in Athens,

whence all but they had fled.

- Only because they were the first

to run away from Bucharest.

- I don't think your
attitude is going to help,

Mrs. Pringle.

- Have you been given a job, too?

- I am taking a short holiday

while preparing my lecture on Byron.

- But no doubt you advised Mr.
Gracey on his appointments.

- If you can keep your
wife quiet for a minute.

- Look, do you mind?

- There's a business
college in Alexandria.

They might want somebody.

- Alexandria?

- Is Guy enjoying Alexandria?

- No, he hates it.

He says it's like Birmingham.

- Has he ever been to Birmingham?

- No.

- How are your homely Egyptian digs?

- Like Birmingham.

- There is a vacant
room at the Garden City.

- Oh, good.

- Of course, you might
find the inhabitants

rather eccentric.

- Good.

(horse whinnying)
(distant yelling)

- Looking for someone?

- A Miss Edwina Little.

- Friend of yours?

- Well, a friend of my brother's.

- Edwina!

Come on, everyone.

- Do tell me who you are.

- Me?

- Tell me who you are, so I can say hello.

- My name is Simon Boulderstone.

Hugo's brother.

- Hugo?

Hugo Boulderstone, presumably.

- Hello, Simon.

- Look, are we going or are we not going?

- Yes, you are going.

And you must take Simon with you.

Do come back later, Simon,
when my headache's better.

Promise me you'll come back later.

- I promise.

- Good, that's settled.

Now come on, everybody.

- Give me that ruddy animal.

Now, then, right leg, up.

There we are.

Come on, come on.

- Where are we going?

- To see the sights.

He's never seen the pyramids.

- Welcome to Cairo.

(car engine rumbling)

(yelling at camel)

- Bloody show-off!

- We've been out here several months.

Seems like forever.

- We?

- My husband's got a job in Alexandria.

- Well, couldn't you join him?

- I've got a job here,
sticking pins in maps

at the American Embassy.

- Careless talk, Mrs. Pringle.

- Do forgive me, Mr. Clifford.

- So what's happening
at the front, young man?

- Well, I only arrived
today, and I'm on a 48.

I know nothing.

- Thought you looked a young'un.

They say the Auk's made plans
for the evacuation of Cairo.

Well, I don't believe it.

It'll be blue murder.

You can hear the gyppos and
the wogs laughing about it.

- Merry fellow, your wog.

Can't help liking him.

- Right, anybody game for a few tombs?

- Is this the one with the bats?

- [Harriet] I don't like the look of it.

- Afraid to come with us, young lady?

- Yes.

- Good God.

- I'm claustrophobic.

I don't like bats, don't like tombs.

- Doesn't leave much room for enjoyment.

- I'll keep Mrs. Pringle company

whilst you go and enjoy your tombs.

- Young people.

- Would you like us to
look after your dog?

- Hmm?

Oh, no.

Troilus adores tombs.

- Oh, for God's sake.

- Who are they and what do they do?

- Mr. Liversage is retired.

He spends his time collecting
money for charity in his dog.

- How do you collect money in a dog?

- It has a slot in its back.

- Don't talk balderdash, man.

I've been round these bloody tombs before.

- And Mr. Clifford?

- He's an agent for an oil company.

He's showing off because
you're a fighting man

and he isn't, and he ought to be.

- If he wants to stay out
of it, good luck to him.

Is he right about the
Egyptians turning against us?

- Why shouldn't they?

What have we done for them?

- Well, we've brought them
justice and prosperity.

- Prosperity?

Nothing's changed for
them in a thousand years.

- But we're protecting them now.

- We're protecting the Suez
Canal, the route to India.

Clifford's oil company.

It's nothing to do with the people.

We just stick pins in maps.

- I see.

- [Clifford] Tell you what,
we'll call on the Hoopers.

- [Harriet] The Hoopers?

- Who are they?

Sir Desmond and Lady Hooper.

He's a sort of unofficial diplomat.

Knows all your top brass.

He'll tell us what's going on.

- Where are we going?

- We're going to see the Hoopers.

- Merry folk, your Hoopers.

Who are they?

(dog barking)

- No, I'm afraid Angela's not here.

She's out on a painting
expedition with our son.

And what brings you into Baboushi?

- Voyage of discovery, you might call it.

- Oh.

Is there anything to discover
in this much-pillaged country?

- What I'd like to discover is

what the hell's going on in the desert?

- I'm afraid I can't answer
that question, Mr. Clifford.

- Yes, but it's vi, it's vital
for my company's interests

to know exactly what's happening.

(car engine revving)
(car horn honking)

- Desmond!

Desmond!

Desmond!

Desmond!

- My dear, what is it?

- I think he'll be all right.

Um, put him over there.

Wait, wait, wait.

We were in the desert, and I
was painting and I didn't see.

But he was playing and
there was an explosion and.

But he'll be all right.

- Yes, I expect he's suffering from shock.

- Do you think we ought to rouse him?

Perhaps he should have something to eat.

Hmm?

- Yes, something nourishing,

something light and easy to swallow.

- Gruel, or an egg beaten up.

- Yes, and he ought to have
an anti-tetanus injection.

- There was some Dettol in the
car and I, I bathed his head.

- Now I've seen everything.

Did you see it?

Did you see what they did?

That child was dead and
they tried to feed him.

My God.

Well, did you see it?

- I expect I shall see worse before long.

- It's cooler now.

Simon would like to climb the pyramid.

- Well, I'm not climbing any pyramids.

- Young people.

Come on.

Ow!
(laughing)

(sighing)
(grunting)

(panting)

Nearly there.

(panting)

- Have you ever climbed up here before?

- Yeah, once.

I'd been to a party with Guy.

I was in a long evening dress.

- What did you do once you were here?

- We sang.

Run Rabbit, Run.

Come on.

♪ Run, rabbit, run,
rabbit, run, run, run ♪

♪ Don't give the farmer
his fun, fun, fun ♪

♪ He'll get by without his rabbit pie ♪

♪ So run, rabbit, run,
rabbit, run, run, run ♪

- That poor child.

- There's nothing we can do about death.

Sometimes we can help the wounded.

That's all.

- Nothing else?

- Nothing else.

(Middle Eastern music)

(truck motors rumbling)

- What's your name, rifleman?

- Arnold, sir.

- How do you find your way around?

- You get the hang of it, sir.

- And you've been out here some time?

- Yes, sir.

Sidi Barrani and the Benghazi Handicap.

- How was it?

- Blue bloody murder, sir.

Don't have me shot for saying
it, but Rommel's a genius.

All the lads think so.

- Where are the Germans now?

- Over there.

- How can you tell?

- You get the hang of that, too, sir.

- Yeah, give us one of those.

Tea, sir?

- Thank you, sergeant.
- Yes, sir.

- Sergeant.
- Yes, sir?

- Have you any idea what's going on?

- Not for me to say, sir,

but I reckon Major
Hardy's got us lost again.

You get used to that.

You get used to all of it.

It don't take long.

- What's it like,
Sergeant, being under fire?

- Now, who's left this here?

No, you don't think about it, sir.

Thinking about it, that's the mistake.

Mind you, when you see some
bugger cop it, you think,

right, you bastards,
I'll get you for that.

You've got to hate 'em, at the time,

or else you'll be no good.

- [Officer] Prepare to move out!

- Sounds like the old bugger's
worked out where we are.

(bird squawking)

- Where is the enemy now, Mrs. Pringle?

- There.

The little row of baby swastikas.

- Oh, dear, in today's
broadcast, they say that

we will drive the British out of Africa.

Thank you.

- How do you feel about a
German occupation, Iqal?

- They are invaders like all the invaders

that come here for hundreds of years.

The British can't afford
to lose the Middle East.

- Can't afford?

- Oh, deary me, Mrs. Pringle.

How many people can't afford?

The French, the Poles, the
Dutch, could they afford?

You know, in my heart I say,
better the devil you know.

But I am brushing up on my
German to be on the safe side.

- Mrs. Pringle, did you get
that supply of yellow pins?

- Yes.
- Good.

- Here.

What's wrong?

- The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.

- Pearl Harbor?

- There you are.

- Oh, my dear sir, how very generous.

Is that all for us?

- Taxi for Lord Pinkrose.

Taxi for Lord Pinkrose.

Taxi for Lord Pinkrose.

- That's the rest of it.

Miserable clowns, come on.

- Have you packed your bags yet, Harriet?

- Why should I pack my bags?

- There's a special train leaving Cairo

at 9:00 in the morning
for women and children.

- When did I ever behave like a woman?

- And where is it going,
this very special train?

- Palestine, I think.

- I'd rather go to Alexandria.

- The Germans are 50
miles outside Alexandria.

- I know, that's why I want to go.

- To check up on Rommel?

- To check up on Guy.

I've been trying to telephone all week.

- It's a waste of time.

- Are there trains running to Alexandria?

- Yes, occasionally.

- I'll drive you to Alex.

- You're as foolhardy as Harriet is.

- I do hope so.

- Very well, I will simply repeat.

In my official capacity,
I am advising you to catch

the early train in the interest
of safety and security.

- Thank you for the advice.

- Dobbo.
- What?

- Bollocks.
- Seconded.

- Noted.

♪ There's a small hotel
with a wishing well ♪

♪ I wish that we were there together ♪

- [Harriet] You seem happy.

Is that the word?

- I'm afraid you may be right.

I'm in love.

- Good.

Anyone I know?

- I think you've met.

- Who?

- Sorry, strictly clandestine and carnal.

Any more questions?

- Yes, are you married?
- Hey-ho.

Straight for the jugular.

Meet you at the hotel at 6:00?

- Yes.

- Will you be all right?

- As a dear friend once said,

do I look like a military objective?

- What happened to your friend?

- Somebody shot him.

(knocking)

- Hello, darling.
- Hello.

- Wow, this is the nicest thing

that's happened to me in ages!

- By the look of the place,

it's the only thing
that's happened for ages.

- Well, so.

- Finnegan's Wake?

You're not trying to lecture
them on Finnegan's Wake?

- I have two exceptionally
brilliant students.

- I've just walked along
several miles of corridor

without seeing any students at all.

- Well, the level of enthusiasm varies.

It's to do with climate, you know.

- I've come to take you back to Cairo.

- Oh, don't be silly, darling.

- Guy, the Germans are 50 miles away.

- But this isn't Athens.

There we only had the sea.

Here we have the whole of Africa.

- Do you ever look at maps?

- Well, no, English is
my specialty, actually.

And can we talk about this later?

I have some people to meet.

And so do you now, come on.

- I love you, but I can't remember why.

(horse snorting)
(cars honking)

(speaking Arabic)

- Are you waiting for Guy Pringle?

- Usually, yes.

- He'll be along in a few minutes.

- My name is Aidan Pratt.

You must be Harriet.

- Yes.

This is Bill Castlebar.

- Hello.

- I'm on leave from Damascus.

- Damascus?

How do you know Guy?

- Last time I was here,
somebody told me a story.

Two men were shipwrecked
on a desert island.

Neither knew the other, but
they both knew Guy Pringle.

- (laughing) Funny and clean.

A unique combination.

(laughing)

- Ah, you found each other.

And um, you recognized this one?

- I knew I'd seen you
before, Aidan Sheridan.

- Here in the same bar,
we have Aidan Sheridan,

the great actor, and William
Castlebar, the great poet.

- No, I was Aidan Sheridan.

Now I'm Captain Pratt of the Pay Corps.

- I saw you play Konstantin
in, "The Seagull".

I'd never seen any Chekhov before.

At the end, I went out crying.

- It was my first big role.

I talked to myself in
my dressing room mirror.

I said, this is the beginning.

- And so it was.

You played Henry V, Romeo, Oswald.

- [Dobbie] Hamlet?

- Hamlet was next.

- So it is for us all.

- We could do it for the troops.

- Couldn't work with amateurs.

- [Dobbie] And are the
troops lusting to see Hamlet?

- Well, I very much doubt it.

Ah, very well then, we'll get drunk, um.

- And then you'll come
back to Cairo with us?

- Yes, yes, I'll come back to Cairo.

It's beer all round, is it?

- Definitely.

- Right, several gallons of
nut brown ale, if you please.

- You'll come back to Cairo?

- Yes, yes, at the weekend.

(clattering)

- What was that?

Three sevens, Germans must
be attacking the harbor.

(bombs exploding)

- Oh, they're getting closer.

- Yes, it happens most days.

Bofors, I'd guess, wouldn't you?

(bombs exploding)

- They've gone for the lighthouse again.

- Like Caesar.

But you could help and
advise, couldn't you?

- Sorry, about what?

- About Hamlet.

Ah, thank you.

- Here they come.

(guns cocking)

- What do you think?

- Too far.

- [Soldier] Right,
Martin, when you're ready.

- Battery GF target.

HE 1 06E, map reference 24701 2.

1 40 feet.

Three rounds gunfire, five enemy vehicles.

- Fire!
(exploding)

- Fire!
(exploding)

- Fire!
(exploding)

Little higher!

- Range bearing 6-600!
- Loaded!

- Fire!
(exploding)

(cheering)

- Yeah!

- Capital, Martin, capital.

Get those two running away.

Those guys under the trucks.

Rapid fire!

- Rapid fire!

(guns firing)

- What are you trying to do, sir?

Give them headache?

Save it.

(pensive music)

(gun firing)

- You always bury the German dead?

- If there's time.

They do the same for us.

Even younger than you, that one, sir.

- Are you not eating?

- Not hungry.

- You've lost weight since you got here.

- Possibly, not much to lose.

- He said he'd be here half an hour ago.

- Who?

- Guess.

- Guy?

Oh, he's always late.

Why's he coming here?

- I have news for him.

Oh, here he is.

- Hello.

- Is tea all right for you?

- Ah yes, as far as it goes.

- Hello Harriet, hello darling.

- Oh hello, darling.

You promised to escape to
Cairo several weekends ago.

Do you remember?

- Yes, and here I am.

- I have news for you both.

Gracey's been sacked as
Director of the organization

here in Cairo.

- How can they sack him?

He ran away, along with
Pinkrose and Lush and Dubedat.

- A telegram will pursue
him across the Levant

informing him he's been sacked.

- Yes, but why has he been sacked?

I mean, the organization doesn't normally

sack people for incompetence.

I mean, not even for cowardice.

I understand there was some question

of immoral practices on a houseboat.

With a Turk.

- Ooh, sounds rather good.

- I imagine the fact that it was a Turk

rather tipped the scales against him.

(laughing)

- No wonder he has back trouble.

(laughing)

- So who's going to replace him?

Are they gonna fly someone out?

- No, no, they're appointing
a chap from Alexandria.

- Really, who?

Me?

Oh.

(yelling)

- Well, another new home.

- Another new home.

- I mean, we have new homes
like other people have mice.

- We're all quite informal here.

- This is the lovely Edwina.

- Ah.

- Dobbie always told me you were a pet.

- Hello, how do you do?

- Hello.

- I wish I had a husband like this one.

- We'll discuss it privately sometime.

- It's going to be such fun.

- I think I've found
someone for the spare room.

- Don't you ever get tired of organizing

people's lives, Dobbie?

- No, it saves me the
trouble of organizing my own.

- I'll show you our room.

- Can we leave that till later, darling?

- Later?

- I have some people to meet.

- Already?
- Yes.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Guy Pringle.

I am your new Director,
and thank you all very much

for coming here at such short notice.

Now, I realize that
over the past few weeks

at the Institute, you
have all been operating

under very difficult circumstances.

I understand, moreover,
that you've seen nothing

of Professors Gracey, Dubedat and Lush.

Now, together, we will
remedy that situation

and I shall start by making sure that

you are paid the money that is due to you.

(audience applauding)

Also, now, we shall order
more books for the library,

and we shall start a gramophone library.

There will be weekly play
readings and poetry readings,

and there will be music and dancing.

(audience applauding)

Yes, and in addition, I am
planning a series of lectures on

modern poetry by the famous
English poet William Castlebar.

I'm also approaching
Professor Lord Pinkrose,

the world-famous authority on Byron,

to give a paper on that subject.

And, a little later, I
intend to mount a production

of Hamlet with the
assistance of Aidan Sheridan,

possibly the finest young
actor on the West End stage

in the years immediately before the war.

But there is one very important thing.

We do need more teachers.

So, please, spread it among
your English-speaking friends.

The work is regular and the pay is good.

So, thank you all very much for
your enthusiasm and concern.

And I shall see you all
tomorrow morning at 9:00.

Thank you.

(audience applauding)

Was I all right this afternoon, darling?

- You were splendid.

- Good.

- Have you asked them?

Who, what?

- Pinkrose, Castlebar and Aidan Sheridan.

About their lectures
and Hamlet and so forth.

- Well, not exactly.

I will ask them.

I mean, they'll be keen to help.

- Yes, I expect they will.

Guy.

- Yes, darling.

- Welcome home.

Wherever it is.

- Thank you.

I must talk to Aidan, you know.

People always get it wrong about Ophelia.

I think that she.
(kissing)

(bombs exploding)

♪ I'll see blue again ♪

♪ Whenever spring breaks through again ♪

♪ Time may lie heavy between ♪

- This section, Martin.

Quite sublime.

♪ Is past forgetting ♪

♪ This sweet memory ♪

- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Simon.

- Good night, Martin.
- Good night.

♪ Though my world may go awry ♪

- Good night, sir.

♪ In myheart will ever lie ♪

♪ Just the echo of a sigh goodbye ♪

- [Simon] Why don't they attack?

- Same reason we don't.

Short of supplies and
a long way from home.

(singing on record repeating)

- Any news of your brother, sir?

- Yes, seems he's with the
M6th New Zealand brigade.

They were at Bab El
Qattara a couple of months

or so before the Germans moved in.

- Aren't the Kiwis at the ridge now?

- Yes.

- Well, we could drive
there in a couple of hours.

- I suggested that to the CO.

He told me not to be so bloody silly.

My job is to stand by and await orders.

- Same job as mine, sir.

- We'd like a word with the Director.

- Well, good heavens, I
thought you were in Palestine.

- We've come back.

- Well, a plague of lecturers.

And we only just got rid of
the frogs and the locusts.

We've come to, uh, congratulate
you on your new appointment.

- Well, thank you very much.

- It couldn't have
happened to a nicer chap.

- And you need work, do you?

- And we need work.

- It was ghastly in Jerusalem.

Pinkrose stayed at the King David,

we were stuck in the refugee camp.

- We gather you're
recruiting for new staff.

- Well, yes, but um, the thing is-

- I know you'd prefer
English-speaking wogs but.

- You didn't give them work?

- I'll find them a little
part-time lecturing, I expect.

- You have a heart of pure marshmallow.

- Shh, Edwina's about
to make her entrance.

- Peter, darling, come and
meet my adorable friends.

Harriet, Guy and sweet Dobbie.

- I see.

Civilians, are we?

- I have the body of a
weak and feeble woman.

- Military, are we?

- Stuck at GHQ.

Not from choice.

I'm a fighting man, pure and simple.

Well, not so pure, but
pretty bloody simple.

Ready, old thing?
(smacking)

- Ready.

- Well, we'll leave you
to your home comforts.

(laughing)

- What was that?
- Does it have a name?

- His name is Lord Lisdoonvarna.

- Oh, well, only the aristocracy

could manufacture a name like that.

(laughing)

- What does she see in him?

- She sees Lady Lisdoonvarna.

(laughing)
- Shh.

- Job for you tomorrow, Arnold.

- Sir?

- Take the wagon to the
New Zealanders on the ridge

and assist with my inquiries concerning

Captain Hugo Boulderstone.

- Are we going to see your brother?

- Yes.

- I'm very pleased, sir.

- Carry on, rifleman.

- He's whistling in the dark.

- We all do that.

- What do you keep in here, Arnold?

- Scorpion, sir.

- Can I have a look at it?

- Yeah, be careful.

- Christ!
- Be careful, sir!

Be careful!

I got him.

There you go, you little bugger.

- What were you in Civvy Street, Arnold?

- Student, sir.

- What were you reading?

- Zoology, Durham University.

Took finals a week before
the outbreak of war.

- I see.

- That's why I like to look
at scorpions and spiders.

It's an apology, really.

They belong here, we don't.

- You're a remarkable bloke, Arnold.

- Everybody's remarkable
if you care to look, sir.

- He's over there, Corporal.

- Corporal Peters?
- Sir.

- I understand you're
in my brother's platoon.

- You're just like him, sir.

- We are brothers.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- What do you mean?

- Didn't they tell you?

I'm sorry, sir, but your brother's dead.

He was a great bloke, sir.

- Were you with him?

Will you tell me about
it, please, Corporal?

- We were on patrol, picking up wounded.

We were sort of, like,
protecting the ambulance.

Makes a good target, an ambulance,

moving against the skyline.

The Germans knew what it was.

Mortars, they used.

They kept on till they got the lot.

We were all sort of scattered,
so I went looking for,

for your brother.

When I found him, he was in a bad way.

- Tell me.

- Well they'd shot his legs off.

I told him we should try
to make it back to camp,

but he wasn't having any.

A chap's no good with
two wooden legs, he said.

He tried to make me go,
but I stayed with him.

About 2:00 in the morning
it was when he finally went.

That's when he said, I'm going, Peters.

And he went.

- [Simon] Do you know the way, Arnold?

- [Arnold] Like the back of my hand, sir.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- I'm Angela Hooper.

Do you live here?

- Yes.

- I'm moving in.

Dobbie invited me.

- Oh, yes, he said someone was arriving.

Where's your luggage?

It's on its way.

Probably lost, I should think.

- Shukran.

- You think I've forgotten
where and when we met.

- I wasn't quite sure.

- The day my little boy was killed.

- I was hoping you didn't remember.

- I remember every last detail.

I remember the people in the room.

You, the man with the dog.

- Mr. Liversage.

- That loud-mouthed oil man
Clifford, and a young officer.

- Simon Boulderstone.

- I remember them all.

I brought in my boy, and
you were all in the room.

He was a beautiful boy, wasn't he?

His body was untouched.

But a piece of metal had gone
into his brain and killed him.

We couldn't believe it, but next day,

of course, we had to bury him.

(crying)

- Yes, well, we we wondered
if there was something

we could do, but all we
could do was go away.

- I went away, too, not long after that.

I couldn't stay in that house.

Everything ended for me that afternoon.

Child, marriage,

oh, that ridiculous
life of dinner parties,

gaming parties, shooting parties.

Well, I've done with that.

I'm getting a divorce.

I've found somebody to restore my sanity.

Don't, don't worry, it is restored.

- [Bill] Angela.

- Bill.

(laughing)

- That's right.

- [Simon] If you were my father,

would you want to know how I died?

Or would the simple fact be sufficient?

- Well, it's not for me to say, sir,

but if you're not happy with it.

(bird squawking)

(Middle Eastern violin and flute music)