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Hyde Park has a kind of serenity today.

The sort of serenity I feel now.

Although, perhaps justice better describes it.

Yes, a poetic justice.

It is hard now to believe that the entire adventure began just three months

It has been April 12th, 1874.

I remember the date well for Gilbert and Sullivan's new play HMS Pinafore had

opened the night before.

I recall how Sir Arthur's music haunted me as I approached Jack's flat in

Victoria.

Our engagement had been terminated a week earlier when my father decided that

schoolmaster was simply not a proper match for his only daughter.

I was, you see.

An innocent maiden, then.

Indeed, I... carefully believe how innocent I really was...

just three short months ago.

Alice! Dear Alice! I've only stopped by for a moment.

Your letters and book.

Oh, yes, I've missed them.

But you're alone, quite alone. Is Marion not with you?

Oh, Marion, yes. My sister.

She had a wretched headache.

Oh, how sad.

Won't you come in? You look rather frantic. In fact, rather wild. It suits

No, I can't. I had a dreadful afternoon at Howards, and I'm in a frightful hurry

to get home.

Well, have a good day, and give my best wishes to Marion for a speedy recovery.

Good heavens!

Frog, could I possibly borrow your umbrella?

Yes, do come in while I go and look.

Won't you come in?

I'll wait right here while you get the umbrella.

Frightfully, sorry, it vanished.

Although I could have sworn I put it in the stand.

I must have left it in my study at school.

Careless of me. You always... Oh, no.

Oh, I am sorry.

Oh, no.

Do you have something that will calm me? Of course.

Tea?

Please.

Two sugars.

Why, cucumber sandwiches.

How recklessly extravagant.

For you, my dear.

How delightfully thought.

It seems to be getting worse out there.

At this rate, I shan't get home this evening.

What horrid fortune.

What seems horrid fortune often is a blessing in disguise.

Why, whatever do you mean, Jack?

Oh, Jack, I'm petrified of thunderstorms.

By Jove, it is coming down, and it looks as though it might last.

How unfortunate.

Oh, Jack.

I'm frightened.

Then why don't you take refuge with me in the snuggery?

For in there you'll not hear the thunder.

It's a soundproof room.

Shall we?

It's a private study for studying private things.

I never let school, etc., intrude.

Look, rain.

Oh, dear.

No exit?

Ah, yes, you see it, but... Not a sound.

Did you arrange that?

No, actually, it was that way when I found it.

I must say I'm awfully pleased about it.

It's hard to imagine a study without the sound of falling rain.

listen to it.

I do.

When I'm at home, for always.

No, I find it rather depressing.

This place used to be a madhouse some 50 years ago.

It took me hours of research to find that out. I found the place quite by

accident. London is full of surprises.

Many people are inspired by the sound of falling rain.

Darwin, for instance.

Have you read his latest book on earth? Oh, God, no.

You know, Jack, I feel as if this room are waiting for me.

Down there was the exercise room for women of the upper middle classes.

A nuthatch, a loony bin.

A lovely thought.

Yes, isn't it? The staircase is my own addition.

Why don't you go down?

No. I think I ought to be going now.

I'm sure the storm must be almost over.

I assure you, these storms last 34 minutes at the very least.

We have plenty of time.

Isn't science an extraordinary thing?

Oh, really?

Why don't you go down?

I hardly dare.

It's so dark down there.

What?

Another one of my improvements.

What won't you think of next?

It's the new electricity thing.

Electricity?

I've made many additions, but I think I've managed to preserve the original

atmosphere. Don't you think?

Clever of you to pad the walls.

Oh, that's original.

But the cloth was my own idea. Oh.

Gainsborough.

I find I need the space for my purpose.

It's more comfortable.

What is it again? Photographic equipment.

Stay away. It has to be kept clean.

Some of my pictures are over there on the table.

Lovely.

May I?

Oh, please do.

You

know,

even when I first met you at Lady Bunton, you were always tinkering.

Repairing her mechanical lint picker, I think, or whatever it was.

Is this your gymnasium set up, Jack?

I do do some exercise from time to time.

I find it relates to my larger purpose.

What might that be, Jack?

Your violation, my dear.

My what?

The surrender to me of your maidenhead.

You must be mad to speak like this to me.

I've waited one whole long year for this moment.

You amused yourself with my heart.

And now it is my turn to amuse myself with your body.

You forget yourself.

Be so good as to consider our friendship suspended until you have suitably

apologized for your shocking lapse of taste.

Meanwhile, I will only trouble you to call a cab.

so that I might remove myself from your hateful presence.

I might warn you that your screams and cries for help will not be heard.

You will depart from here when I choose to let you go. Tell you!

Am I a child that you're going to speak to me like this?

No.

No.

You are a lusciously lovely girl, possessing everything I desire, and

able to satisfy my fondest dreams.

You. I give you two alternatives. Give me one. And only two.

Either you will submit quietly, or do you prefer force?

You're mad.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

You have three minutes.

If by the time the clock chimes the half hour you have not consented to submit,

then I shall have no other alternative than to proceed to take you by force.

Make the most of the last three minutes, Alice.

Well, Alice, which is it to be?

Will you submit?

No. As you please.

But mark my words.

Within the half hour, not only will you be offering yourself to me absolutely

and unconditionally...

But you will also be begging me to accept your surrender.

I defy you.

No one ever said marriage was a contract with no strings attached.

Get a hold of yourself.

You're a grown man and woman.

And what a woman you are.

You are going to be stripped naked.

Completely and definitely naked.

There is one detail that remains.

If I let you loose, will you remove your clothes quietly?

Or must I remove them, one by one?

Deceptible cad!

You had your innings at my cost.

And now, it is my turn to have mine at yours.

Don't touch it.

Let me go.

Oh, my God.

But you are delicious.

And I'm trying to imagine what you'll be like.

With your clothes.

Take a look.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone!

No! No!

Delicious.

Jack!

Keep still. No!

Magnificent.

No!

Ah,

the Himalayas.

Well, Alice, which is it to be?

Don't unburst me.

Have me as I am.

It's not good enough.

You must be naked.

Have pity on me, Jack.

I'll be so quiet.

I said it's not good enough.

You don't understand how I feel.

I think I'm beginning to understand very well.

This is logic.

Low?

How can you say that?

No, no.

I'm not letting you go.

And now, the draw.

Now?

Anything.

As magnificent as a body pillow.

They're not listening, are you?

Women!

In Timbuktu, the natives eat their captives whilst the flesh is still

They just warm it up in the fire.

How do you like that?

A little...

Cannibalism.

Oh, I could see you for tea.

Cream.

And sugar.

Oh, how thoughtless of me for not including you in on this magnificent

for my dear little kumquat.

Hold on.

No trouble at all. I simply pulled the lever.

But enough of this silly banter. Let's get down to business.

No!

No! No, Jack!

Calm down, Alice. It's no use.

I could fancy a whole room full of women hanging up just as you are now, like

carcasses in a butcher shop.

I'm shortly going to ask you a question.

And I want you to answer honestly and directly.

If you fail to answer, I must draw your attention to this whip here.

If you fail to answer, I shall have to apply it to you.

How old are you?

I've got 25.

Good.

Absolutely a pure virgin?

I said absolutely a pure virgin.

I include female as well as male in my inquiry. No other hands but mine?

No other eyes but mine?

How can you talk to me like this?

Why not?

I only wanted to find out how much you knew.

so that I might know what to teach you.

Miss Alice, allow me to introduce John Thomas.

John Thomas, Miss Alice Portman.

Should John Thomas assume by your indifference that you have in your time

many John Thomases that his sight no longer appeals to you?

Do you not wonder whether... or not john thomas will fit into your holy of

holies

No!

Steady, Alice.

This will take the weight off your arms.

Oh, no.

Jack, what are the manners of torture lurk in this room?

Steady, Alice.

Don't, Jack.

Think a moment, Alice.

Larger things have come out than what is about to be.

Please.

Did... did I hurt you?

At first.

But not afterwards.

Good girl.

Alice, this is the moment we have been waiting for.

The what?

Surrender to me of your maidenhead.

No, not that!

No! What? Must I use violence?

I might tie you up again.

I can't be... Gentleman!

Gentleman? No, there must be... Violence!

A primal moment.

The thrust.

The breaking.

Those shuddering eyes.

Resist me.

No.

Wait a moment.

Well, Alice, this is the moment you become a woman.

Well, not completely, but...

This is the turning point.

Hold still, Alice.

Alice, this is my first photographic picture of a maidenhead.

Thank you.

quivered out of floor, lips like scarlet thread,

like a pomegranate cut open.

Oh, open to me my dearest lips, for my head is

drenched with dew and awaits the moisture of your night.

And now?

Paradise

lost.

Pat?

Yes, Alice?

Please, haven't.

I didn't.

Please.

Don't leave me like this.

Do you want a chocolate?

I could have thought that before.

If one were wise, one would lead life only by inexperience.

That is what makes it so unexpected and delightful.

Never to realize that is the true ideal.

You still have something left.

I can see it.

Hands off.

I'm saving that for another occasion.

This is cruel.

But why I'm not touching you?

I know.

No.

Frankly, now you're not a virgin, I'm not really interested.

You always get what you want.

I plan ahead.

The things one does to pass the time.

Where are our poets and our novelists?

Jack, I'm Randy.

Thank you.

Mark my words.

Within the half hour, not only would you be offering yourself to me completely

and unconditionally, but you would also be begging me to accept your surrender.

Lucy, you can't beat a man with a plan.

Now as I remember that afternoon, it is hard for me to believe how quickly I

changed from an innocent young maiden to a worldly and ever so slightly

debauched young sophisticate.

A woman of the world, if you will.

I have often thought that there must have been an element of lust in my

A latent desire for erratic fulfillment.

which Jack had awakened rather than created.

I might have preferred a gentler awakening, but that little matters now.

As reluctant as I may have been in that first encounter, that is how willing I

was in our next.

It was two weeks later, and I had brought Molly, my lady's maid, for a

brief visit.

I was telling you about, Molly.

Where?

It is a funny room.

What are those little places for?

We don't quite know. I think they're probably one of Mr. Jack's photographic

work.

What's that?

Probably one of Jack's silly inventions.

That's not a stop, girl.

The jack gave me a stop. Didn't see you come out of there.

It's a photographic brace.

You see, in photography, when one wants to take a photograph, one must keep

perfectly still.

Not move a muscle.

Otherwise, the picture is ruined.

Couldn't do that. Not even for a minute. I wiggle all about.

Me mother says I got ants in me pants.

Pants in your pants, you say?

What she says, sir.

Yes, well, why don't you try the brace, Molly?

It's time for us to go now, Jack.

Thanks ever so for the photograph.

Come along, Molly.

I saw that.

What? Saw you taking the chocolate.

And now you're going to be punished.

Go.

Go. Go.

Go.

Richard.

Oh, Molly Fitchell.

Well done, Jack.

You, an unmasked and excelsior.

Yes.

Now you need a lesson.

I have a law.

The law not only permits the spankings of wicked servants, but it also

encourages it.

Down!

I'm going to report you to the school of...

They dispense the same kind of punishment by the hour.

Sir Jack, please, go.

I promise to say nothing.

Sir, you realize how helpless you really are.

Thank God if you don't, I'll make it all for the pair of you.

And submit?

Yes. The sooner it will be over.

Jack!

You should resist.

You will have a long doing.

Me? And a bad time.

Now, if I release you, will you take your clothes off?

Or must I take them off for you?

Jack.

May I undress her?

Why not, my dear? After all, she is your maid and property, so to speak.

Thank you much, darling.

and watch while I am doing it.

Don't, miss.

Please.

Oh, God, let me stop her, sir.

Oh, steady, Molly, steady.

Oh, miss, don't, don't strip me naked, please.

Steady, Molly.

I've never touched a woman's breath of honey before.

Except, of course, my own.

Watch me carefully, darling.

And if I don't do it properly, tell me.

Lovely.

How delicious.

How sweet.

Don't leave.

A woman without a maidenhead?

Alice, how could you?

It's as if a part of her were missing.

A part of me is missing.

Well, we know where that went.

My God!

This magnificent experience was had by a member of the lower classes.

By one of her usual associates.

By God knows who!

It wasn't that bad. How would you know?

You could have had it done by me, by me.

How do I know? She wouldn't give me some disgust.

She might not even be clean. In fact, she isn't.

Jack,

I've got something that might interest you about poor Molly. I'm not interested

in anything about Molly. Take her away. No!

You're whispering.

Very well, then.

Let her rest a bit and...

Whilst she's recovering, why don't you remove all your clothes?

There's something tells me in your eye that you'll be wanting something before.

I want something now, darling.

Now, Molly, when did this little slip happen?

My compliments, mademoiselle.

Merci.

Why don't you go and get ready, Jeff?

We both be wanting you presently.

Oui, oui, mademoiselle.

You shall love me.

Lady Alice, I think she's had as much as she can stand.

Oh, God, they've got... No.

Very well, then. I'm asked to be dressed.

Undressed, Molly. Now, Molly, I want you to confess.

How you were given the nickname Birdie?

Well, Miss Alice... Oh, she'll be joining us shortly, don't you worry.

Now, is it not true that you were given the nickname Birdie by some of the

servants because of a bizarre act you performed with Edward Bowles, Miss

gardener? That's dark.

Not so, Molly.

Is it not true that you took this part in your mouth, hence the nickname

A vicious rumor and lie.

Not so, Molly. If you persist in lying, I shall have to use this whip on you

until you come clean.

Now, out with it.

I'll confess, sir. Let me, sir, only I'll confess.

So it is true.

You did perform this bizarre act.

You've been a very good girl for telling the truth.

Thank you, sir.

Now will you let me go, sir? Not just yet.

For I have doubts about this rumor myself.

The rumor says that you were able to take all this and this too.

Now I'm going to ask you in the name of science and discovery to enact this same

deed with me here.

For it is a feat, if you'll pardon my saying, I find difficult to swallow.

You may commence at once.

I can't, sir. Why not, Molly? Not with you, sir. Not with me?

Only with Eddie.

Eddie was me first.

And only true love, Eddie, was.

What a strange Puritan you are.

I can't say.

I can't.

Oh, God.

What's that, Molly?

I can't say, sir.

Yes,

Molly?

I'm lost.

Is something the matter, Molly?

Something's rather me wild.

By Joke, she ate the whole thing.

Now, Alice, hold on to her while I remove her.

Now, Molly, you denied me the pleasure of your maidenhead lost.

Now you will surrender to me the maidenhead of your art.

Rust home!

My second encounter put an end to whatever vision I may have had of myself

innocent young lad.

I accepted my own lustfulness.

Indeed, I embraced this newly found sexuality.

I set aside my reluctance in caressing another woman.

And now, my willingness was replaced with a total eagerness for such exciting

adventure.

This was particularly so because our next opportunity was to include an

encounter with Lady Bunt.

A pompous, pretentious woman of questionable nobility and dubious

It was not her lack of morals which I found objectionable.

I was scarcely in a position to pass judgment on that.

But her total hypocrisy.

She pretended to great propriety and perfect breeding.

But we all knew her to be superficial and selfish.

Her manners were as affected as her morals.

She was the sort of woman who may fool men with her co -exploitation, but who

was quite transparent to other women.

We were all invited to afternoon tea at Jack's.

I must say that it was with a certain relish that I anticipated seeing her in

her naked reality, so to speak.

Under my bed.

Oh, really?

Oh, yes.

But my bed's not nearly large enough.

Hmm.

Cecily?

Would you care for some tea, Lady Bunt? No, no tea. Thank you, dear Jack.

We've just had tea at the Duchess of Berwick.

Such fancy, too really quite undrinkable.

But perhaps, um, Thessaly will have some.

Oh, what comfortable chairs you men do get about you.

You bachelors do study your feature comforts. And, uh, a furry

name. Bachelor.

Will you, my dear?

Oh, an offer of tea.

There, Mummy.

Of course you may, my dear, after all.

Mummy is, uh, chaperoning.

Cream and sugar?

Yes, thank you. Mind, he hasn't put any cancerides in it.

Well, then.

Perhaps your ladyship would care to try it first, just to make sure.

Oh, but my dear, never trust a man who lives alone.

That's always been my matter.

Surely there's nothing here more treacherous than your thoughts.

My thoughts?

Whatever could you know about those, Alice?

A girl like you.

Let me tell you something.

I have found that the best remedy for thoughts...

is our exercise.

But please, as a concession to my poor wit, explain

to me what you really mean.

I think perhaps she had better not.

Nowadays, to be intelligible is to be found out.

I, for one, would rather delight in the vision of two angels.

That was a lovely compliment, wasn't it, Cecily? Yes, Mummy.

Oh, Jack, what are these nasty pulleys doing down?

They're not at all pretty and they're hurriedly in the way. They form part of

gymnasium set up, Your Ladyship. I couldn't be without it.

Well.

Well, uh, how do they work?

And, uh, what are these loops up here for?

You know, I'm a dab in gymnastics.

Really, I am. But I've never seen this sort of arrangement

before.

What a elaborate setup.

Yes, you're quite right, Cecily. Quite right.

The loops form wristlets, you see.

Here we are. Let me show you.

Now, grasp the rope with the hand, thus dividing the weight.

between the hands and the wrist, not as in a trapeze where the weight is taken

by the fingers.

Oh.

How very clever.

Do you use these with your students?

Daring further that I invite my students home to play with my equipment.

Afraid of a little buggery in the snuggery, Jack?

Miss Alice, please.

Let me try, Jack.

Miss Alice, fasten me.

Cecily takes after me.

Oh, Mother, how jolly. I know.

Oh, but I can't keep it up much longer, I'm afraid, my dear.

I'm not as young as you are.

Let me loose, Jack.

Not just yet, Lady Margaret. Alice and I are going to have some fun with you and

Cecily first.

I don't... I don't follow you at all.

Lose us both at once.

I don't mind a joke in the least, but you go too far, sir.

Perhaps this will help your ladyship understand our ideas.

Stop! Stop!

How dare you! Stop this immediately!

I demand it!

Stop! Stop!

But you are beautiful, dear lady.

If the rest of you is like what I have just discovered, then a banquet awaits

us.

Molly! Molly! Quick, undress Lady Bond.

Who is this woman? Where did she come from, Jack? Miss Alice's maid.

Well, I won't have her doing this. Stop her immediately. Do you understand me? I

said stop her immediately.

Oh, Mother!

Help! Help!

Adieu, Headmaster.

I'll have you reported. You realize that.

Slip off. Slip off Cicely's drawers.

Good.

Now, each of you can command over the cheek of her bottom.

Cicely, I'm going to amuse myself with your mother.

I want you to watch intensely.

Don't touch me.

If you should avert your eyes for even a second, for whatever the reason... I

shall command Alice and Molly to give you a pinching that you will never

Ah, now be careful.

Oh,

God.

Mother, oh, mother.

Well, I think that will suffice.

present.

Gloriously ripe, my dears, and the biggest quim I've ever come across.

God, how I wish I were the man that took her meat and head. Jack, I swear you're

obsessed with the taking of meat and head.

Oh, I truly love to get them. I truly do.

And Cicely? I think she's a jack. Ah, it's palliative.

Can we entrust the fact? Shh, not so loud.

Yes, certainly. Go on.

Oh, no.

Oh, Mother, they're going to undress me.

Oh, for pity's sake, Jack. Do anything you like to me, but spare my child.

Steady, Cicely, steady.

In there.

Good girl.

For God's sake, Jack, stop them. No, no, Lady Margaret. Cicely must contribute

her share to the afternoon's entertainment.

How can you be so cruel?

I have no doubt that Lady Margaret and Cicely would prefer to be left alone for

a few moments. So let us go and undress.

Oh, Mother, what are they going to do with us?

I can only guess.

Their going out to undress makes me think that you and I will have to...

satisfy their... lust.

I'm afraid that they will... violate you and...

outrage me.

And... then they will turn us over to the girls and...

Cecily, my dear, I'm afraid that...

Girls can be very cruel to their own sex.

You get hold of her legs.

I thought her name was Molly.

We call her Birdie. This is no time to quibble about names, for God's sake.

I can't help.

This is outrageous that my husband never has ever seen me. Now,

girls, unfasten Cicely and tie her to me on the chair of treachery.

touches.

Gently. Gently. Alice, gently, dears. You're driving her mad.

Jack!

Oh,

I congratulate you, your ladyship. Your daughter is a virgin. And as I haven't

had a virgin in such a long time, I'm all the more obliged to you for allowing

me this opportunity to take sweet Cecily's maidenhead. Oh, you shan't

Naughty temper you have, Cicely.

Oh, Mother dear.

Alice, quick, get the feathers. That will cure her.

Stop,

Miss Alice.

Miss Alice, do stop.

Oh, my God, I can't stand it. Miss Alice, stop.

I'll be good.

Jack, I'll do anything you like.

Alice, stop for a moment.

There must be no mistake.

You must be willing to do anything I may tell you to do, whether it be to

yourself or to anyone else in this room.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Alice, Molly, unfasten half of Lady Bundt. One arm and one leg.

And then, all of you pleasure yourselves.

Oh, my!

Now, Cicely, I'm going to teach you the art of pricking.

I shall stroke you... roughly.

Now you stroke me... roughly.

Oh, yes, Cicely.

That's it, sister.

Huh?

properly.

Now, Cicely, I want you to do the same to your mother.

I couldn't.

It's too horrible.

Now, Cicely, if you do not keep your promise, I will tie you to your mother

spank your bottom so hard that your movements will make her spin.

Now, my little pet.

Friendly, Mommy.

That's it, Cicero.

He's on top of it.

Continue, Lady Bond.

Sicily, go down on mummy.

Now, girls, unfasten Lady Bunton. Tie her to the chair of treachery.

As I watched the little orgy we had staged...

My thoughts suddenly took a darker turn.

I realized that Jack was not just awakening our sensuality.

Rather, he was using us.

All of us to satisfy his own animal desires.

And with that knowledge came the realization that I would have to have

of revenge.

Not simple emotional revenge, but something elegant.

Complicated.

My plan would eventually involve three of Jack's students, as well as the women

who Jack had so callously used as sexual objects.

But before we see how well my little plan works, let me assure you that I am

by nature a petty or vengeful person.

It is just that we Victorian women have a keen sense of poetic justice.

And, after all, it's not so nice to be hung from the ceiling.

Tableau. A masterpiece of inventiveness, my dear.

Jack.

Yes, Alice?

I'd awfully like to know one thing.

Yes, what might that be?

You tied me up on that fateful afternoon.

Did it give you pleasure?

Oh, yes, of course. The sight of your agony gave me intense pleasure.

Would you think it awful of me if I asked to play the

same game with you?

What on earth do you mean?

I fasten you to the ropes.

And tie you up.

And give you pleasure in my own way.

Well, that's a divine idea. Yes, let's.

Off with the gown!

Oh, no, no. Anything, anything but not the gown.

Off!

Oh, God, blimey. Oh, God, blimey, sir. No, don't tie me up, sir. Anything,

anything but not this.

Submit. You know your screams and cries for help will not be heard in here, my

dear.

This is madness.

Oh, please let me go, miss.

I'll have the law on you.

You need a lesson, Jack.

Let me loose at once. I don't mind a joke in the least, but you go too far,

will help you to understand my idea. Your ladyship.

Oh, please don't.

I will let you go.

Only after I have ravished you, my darling.

Please, have pity on me and have me as I am.

Molly, how did Lady Bunt...

What are you... What are you both doing in... What is the meaning of this?

Cicely, what are you doing here?

Now, Alice, what is the meaning of this? Let me down at once.

I demand an instant explanation.

What, have you all lost your tongues?

Answer me!

I demand an instant explanation.

It isn't that I'm not pleased to see all of you ladies. It's just that I'm in no

position to be able to do you justice.

Now, answer me.

What is the meaning of this?

Wasn't he sweet when he said to us that those boats were just for

gymnastics?

And lovely chair of treachery.

But I was teaching you.

I taught you all.

Try to relax, Jack.

I think we know what to do.

Relax? Girls, you should have heard him. My maidenhead was a flower. A dear

little flower.

Alice, please don't... Oh, yes. What a lovely cock.

And so small now.

Oh, and then I was a what? A lemon.

A cum cock. Oh, yes. And then an oyster.

Lovely. What a poetic imagination, I suppose. I never knew you were a poet,

Jack. I'm not.

Now come along, girls. Come close and I'll have you one by one.

Haisley, creatures, creeps, up with you.

For God's sake, who gave you permission? I did.

You had your folly with us, dear Jack.

It's time you got your just due. Whatever do you mean? Exactly what I

Alice, this is disgraceful. They are my students.

I invited them to join and witness in the partaking of your maidenhead. Are

mad I possess no maidenhead?

You do, sir, and it's peeking at me right now.

Peters, how dare you speak to me like that? Steady, sir.

I'm sorry, sir. I suppose it isn't really cricket.

What you have just said could cost you a thousand lives.

You forget your position, sir.

Thank you, Miss.

That's quite a relief.

It hurts when it's all pent up inside.

Oh, my God.

Now, I'm sure, sir, you haven't forgotten all the caning and flogging

you gave all us boys in class.

But in case you have, here's a reminder from the entire class.

Who's dead?

This is your moment, Jack.

The moment you've been waiting for.

The moment to become a man.

Let me go! Perhaps not all at once, but this is the turning point.

My first photographic picture.