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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(APPLAUSE)

SIEGFRIED: The audience

pricks an intellectual ear.

Stravinsky quite the concert
of the year.

Forgetting now
the hullabaloo they made,

the audience pricks
an intellectual ear.

Bassoons begin,

sonority envelopes
our auditory innocence,

and brings to me,
I must admit,

some drift of things omnific,
seminal, and adolescent.

Men in boaters,
far from Henley,

girls in pink
and blue taffeta.

In that long summer,

I hunted, played cricket,
but only watched tennis.

God was in His heaven

and there were sausages
for breakfast.

And in small
recruiting offices,

dull young men wait
to inscribe in paper quires,

the names of the living
and the dead.

Mr Sassoon.

BOTH: Yes.

I'm Siegfried.

And I'm Hamo, younger brother.

And we've both
come for our fitting.

TAILOR: Just so, sir.

I think we should
start with the shirts.

You can't have your shirts
too dark, sir.

Ah, war! A la mode!

(SIEGFRIED CHUCKLES)

SIEGFRIED: I never
said goodbye to him.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(STEAM HISSING)

SIEGFRIED:
On the idle hill of summer,

sleepy with
the flow of streams,

far I hear the steady drummer,

drumming like a noise
in dreams.

Far and near
and low and louder,

on the roads of Earth go by,

dear to friends
and food for powder,

soldiers marching, all to die.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

East and west
in fields forgotten

bleach the bones
of comrades slain.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

Lovely lads
and dead and rotten.

None that go return again.

Far the calling bugles hollo,

high the screaming
fife replies.

Gay the files
of scarlet follow:

Woman bore me, I will rise.

(SIEGFRIED EXHALES DEEPLY)

I was anxious to know
what you were suffering from.

(SIEGFRIED CLICKS TONGUE)

It's only trench fever,
nothing fatal,

just debilitating.

I dread everything now.

The telephone...

the telegram.

There's only one thing worse

than remaining
in the past, Mother,

and that's begrudging
the future.

The future,
without either of my sons,

is to be dreaded, not enjoyed.

SIEGFRIED: I am writing you
this private letter

with the greatest
possible regret.

I must inform you
that it is my intention

to refuse to perform
any further military duties.

I am doing this as a protest

against the policy
of the government

in prolonging the war

by failing to state
their conditions for peace.

I have written a statement
of my reasons,

of which I enclose a copy.

I am making this statement

as an act of wilful defiance
of military authority

because I believe that the war

is being
deliberately prolonged

by those who have
the power to end it.

I am a soldier

convinced that I am acting
on behalf of soldiers.

I believe that the war
upon which I entered

as a war of defence
and liberation

has now become a war
of aggression and conquest.

I believe that the purpose for
which I and my fellow soldiers

entered upon this war

should have been
made so clearly stated

as to have made it impossible
to change them.

And that had this been done,
the objects that actuated us

would now be attainable
by negotiation.

I have seen and endured
the sufferings of the troops

and I can no longer be a party

to prolong these sufferings
for ends

which I believe
to be evil and unjust.

I am not protesting against
the conduct of the war,

but against
the political errors

and insincerities for which

the fighting men
are being sacrificed.

On behalf of those
who are suffering now,

I make this protest
against the deception

which is being practised
upon them.

Also, I believe
it may help to destroy

the callous complacency

with which the majority
of those at home

regard the continuance
of agonies

which they do not share

and which they have not
enough imagination to realize.

(EXPLOSIONS)

(GUNFIRE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I suppose this was your doing.

Yes, and Eddie Marsh.

I take this very ill, Robbie.

Why did you involve Marsh?

Because he's Principal Private
Secretary to Winston Churchill

and he wanted to help.

He was instrumental
in getting you

a Medical Board examination
instead of a court martial.

If you were found guilty
at a court martial,

you could be shot.

That was a risk
I was prepared to take.

But there are those
who care for you

and who were not.

A court martial would
have been a platform

to state my opposition
to the conduct of the war,

and you have
prevented me doing so.

And not only
for this Times article

but for my statement
to be read out

on the floor of the House.

You've rendered me
impotent, Robbie.

You've robbed me
of my dignity.

Better that than
a firing squad.

That is a matter of opinion.

Don't be angry
with me, Siegfried.

My intentions were honourable.

(OLD COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING)
An old cowpoke went ridin' out

One dark and windy day

Upon a ridge he rested
as he went along his way

When all at once, a mighty
herd of red-eyed cows he saw

A-ploughing through
the ragged skies

And up a cloudy draw

Yippee-yi-ay

Yippee-yi-oh

The ghost herd in the sky

Their brands
were still on fire

And their hooves
were made of steel

Their horns were black
and shiny

And their hot breath
he could feel

A bolt of fear
went through him

As they thundered
through the sky

For he saw the riders
coming hard

And he heard
their mournful cries

Yippee-yi-ay

Yippee-yi-oh

Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders loped on by him

He heard one call his name

If you wanna save
your soul from hell

A-riding on our range

Then, cowboy
change your ways today

Or with us you will ride

Trying to catch
the devil's herd

Across these endless skies

Yippee-yi-ay

Yippee-yi-oh

Yippee-yi-oh

Yippee-yi-oh

Ghost riders in the sky

Yippee-yi-ay

Yippee-yi-oh

I'm intrinsically against
any kind of conversion.

It's too much
like wishful thinking.

Besides, in a poet,

it seems to imply he has

nothing interesting
left to say.

I said I was only
thinking about it.

Surely you're not
looking for God?

That's one way of putting it.

(SCOFFS)

Well, speaking as one of the
spiritually-undernourished,

if you find him, make sure
he's still an Englishman,

doesn't live on the wrong side
of the park.

I assume that was
supposed to be amusing.

(GEORGE SIGHS)

Why Catholicism, Father?

Something permanent,

unchanging.

You can get that from dressage
but without the guilt.

There is no need to be snide.

If all you can do is ridicule,

it would be better
if you remained silent.

Better still, go outside
and wait in the car.

Well, it's a long drive
back to London,

so the sooner we
can get started, the better.

PRIEST: Siegfried,

what do you ask
of the Church of God?

OLDER SIEGFRIED: Faith.

PRIEST: What does
faith offer you?

OLDER SIEGFRIED:
Life everlasting.

PRIEST: If you then desire
to enter into life,

keep the commandments.

"Thou shalt love the Lord
thy God with thy whole heart

"and with thy whole soul
and with thy whole mind."

Siegfried,
do you renounce Satan?

OLDER SIEGFRIED:
I do renounce him.

And all his works?

OLDER SIEGFRIED:
I do renounce him.

And all his pomps?

OLDER SIEGFRIED:
I do renounce him.

Receive this burning light

and keep thy baptism
so as to be without blame.

Keep the commandments of God,

that when the Lord
shall come to the nuptials,

thou mayest meet Him

together with all the Saints
in the heavenly court,

and mayest thou have eternal
life for ever and ever.

Siegfried, go in peace
and the Lord be with you.

The fool hath said in his
heart there is no God.

You will be drawn up
in your feelings

above understanding

to the radiance
of divine darkness

that transcends all being.

OLDER SIEGFRIED:
Christ, receive my soul

and release me from
the imprisonment of doubt.

And grant me peace.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

ROSS: I'm quite appalled
by what you've done.

I can only hope
your CO in Liverpool

will ignore your letter.

I'm terrified that you will
be put under arrest.

We read your statement,
Lieutenant, with some alarm.

You may sit
if you wish, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

Why did you make it?

I wanted to state my position

regarding the conduct
of the war.

It is not your place
to question

how the war
is being prosecuted.

Your duty lies
in obeying orders.

Duty?

That word covers
a multitude of sins.

In the face of such slaughter,

one cannot simply
order one's conscience.

One can do better than that.

One can ignore it.

That reply was so disgraceful,
you ought to be in politics.

That was impertinent,
Lieutenant.

Are you pro-German?

No. I'm pro-human.

We are not here
to discuss humanity,

that is religion's sphere
of operations.

And what of morality?

Morality is a luxury

that we can only afford
during peace time.

I would be very grateful
if you would take

that offensive tone
out of your voice.

Voices raised in anger
only perpetuates war.

And passive resistance
only invites defeat.

I simply cannot remain silent

in the face
of such casualties.

Someone must,
should be brought to book.

The casualties, young man,

are a matter for the
Imperial General Staff.

And your statement,
indeed your entire attitude,

is both offensive

and detrimental
to military discipline.

My colleague is quite right.

It is not your place
to question your superiors,

much less to imply
that they are not honourable.

Perhaps, sir,
if you, if any of you

were to visit the front,

then you might at least
spare a thought

for the many bereaved families
and the pain they suffer.

You are out of order, sir!

I thought that was
the very reason

for my being
brought before you.

This has gone far enough.

-(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
-Yes, of course.

ARMY DOCTOR 1: Yes, I agree.

Myself and my fellow officers

feel that your mind
is still in chaos

and that you are unfit to be
trusted with men's lives.

It is therefore
the Board's decision

that you should
be sent to a hospital

for nervous diseases
in Scotland.

We therefore order you
to report immediately

to Craiglockhart,
in Edinburgh.

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER:
Good morning, Lieutenant.

You may leave your coat
and luggage here.

A porter will take them
up to your room.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER: Name?

Sassoon, Siegfried.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER: Rank?

-SIEGFRIED: Second Lieutenant.
-Age?

SIEGFRIED: 30.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER:
Years of complete service?

SIEGFRIED: Two years,
eleven months.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER:
Completed months

with Field Force?

SIEGFRIED: Thirteen months.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER:
Disease?

I've had some
sort of breakdown.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER:
Nervous debility?

Yes, I believe
that's what they call it.

Enter it as
neurasthenia, Matron.

As we came in, sir,
I noticed several men

with blue dots on their faces.

MATRON: Morphine.

Morphine?

The dots denote that
they've had their doses,

so that they are given no more
until the appropriate time.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER:
Who will be treating this man?

-MATRON: Doctor Rivers.
-Rivers' office is next door.

I think it would be polite
if you introduced yourself.

Yes, sir.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER:
And in your room,

you will find an armband.

It is to be worn at all times,

especially outside
the hospital grounds.

It is to show that you are
a serving soldier in hospital

and not
a conscientious objector.

We wouldn't want you
to be attacked

in Princes Street,
now, would we?

Which arm
shall I wear it on, sir?

The pleasure of that
choice, Lieutenant,

is entirely yours.

Your room
is on the upper floor

at the end of the corridor.

Dismissed.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hmm?

Sassoon, Siegfried,
Lieutenant.

Your burgeoning fame
precedes you.

I enjoyed The Old Huntsman
very much.

You may not know,

but we have
a house magazine, The Hydra.

I'm sure it would welcome
a contribution from you.

Well, I'll, erm,

try to write something
light and amusing.

Oh, there's no need
to go that far.

You have an appointment to see
me at 10:30 in the morning.

Dear Mother,

have arrived in Dottyville.

Wish you were here.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Good morning, Doctor.

DR RIVERS:
Good morning, Sassoon.

Please, sit down.
We're quite relaxed here.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Although we do seem
to go through

rather too many
chief medical officers,

some are more flexible
than others.

Then they're replaced
by someone

who wants everything
to be as taut as Aldershot.

Then they too are replaced.

And what's your persuasion?

Oh, I prefer a certain
measure of laxity.

One can't be
at attention forever,

it plays havoc
with the nerves.

(CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

From the, er, little I know of
your method of treatment here,

I understand that
from whatever I say

you can deduce whether or not

my grandmother
was a dipsomaniac.

Was she?

Alas, no, no.

Just a sweet sherry at
Christmas and on birthdays.

Well done, your grandmother.

She didn't know
what she wasn't missing.

(CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Well, just tell me whatever
it is you want me to do,

and I'll comply
with your wishes.

It isn't a question
of what I want.

It's a question
of what you think you need.

Am I to start? Or do you?

Is there anything you feel
you wish to say?

What I feel cannot be talked
away or soothed into silence.

DR RIVERS: Why?

Too many have died.

Too much has been destroyed.

There can be
an easement of pain.

A move towards acceptance.

Pain is not the only terror.

There are many more.

Can you name them?

If I could name them, they
would cease to be terrors.

That's a very elegant way
of avoiding an answer.

All evasions are elegant.

Think of politics.

I've always thought
that politicians

were too stupid to be subtle.

Perhaps they're just
too subtle to be inelegant.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Are you a good soldier?

Passable.

I was a poor marksman.

I never knew
which eye to shut.

I understand you were
awarded the MC.

SIEGFRIED: Yes.

It's supposed
to signify gallantry.

Bravery is only cowardice
in extremis.

At the root of bravery
lies terror

and the fear of fear.

But you were conspicuous
by your courage.

Why did you discard
the Military Cross?

Disgust at my own
dwindling standards

and the men I felt
I had betrayed.

It was nothing short
of duplicity.

And yet the men
under your command

held you in the highest
esteem, I'm told.

And I them.

They seemed to me to be all

that was good and true
in this world.

Are you searching for truth?

Isn't everyone?

And if you find it,

what then?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Peace of mind, contentment.

No longer yearning
for what's been lost.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING)
Loveliest of trees

The cherry now

Is hung with bloom

Along the bough

And stands about

The woodland ride

Wearing white

For Eastertide

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

Lieutenant Sassoon?

Yes.

(STUTTERS) I'm Wilfred Owen.

(MAN SCREAMING)

(OBJECT RATTLING)

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(DOCTOR AND MATRON
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SCREAMING INTENSIFIES)

(MATRON SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(MAN CONTINUES SCREAMING)

There was howling last night.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Like a wolf. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

Strictly speaking,
wolves ululate.

But howling will do.

Now, don't make light of it
like that, Doctor, please.

That isn't what I'm doing.

I'm merely keeping it
in perspective.

I'm sorry
if I sounded uncaring.

His screams were terrible.

Worse than an animal.

Such anguish in them.

(SIGHS)

Why do all the worst terrors
come at night? (CHUCKLES)

The night is, I think,

like the unconscious.

Waiting all day so that it can
steal over you in the dark.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

You make it sound
almost benign.

Perhaps it is.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

I believe Wilfred Owen

introduced himself to you
the other day.

Yes.

He seems so gentle.

Feel rather protective of him.

Does that protectiveness
hide something deeper?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Yes.

All my friendships do.

But I've never allowed my
emotions to mar or spoil them,

I remain passive.

It's how I cope.

You never act on impulse?

No, never.

I'm unable to take risks.

It's the hero in me.

Why not?

Too afraid,

too inhibited.

Shamed by an inner corruption.

Or perhaps
it's simply because of...

What's the phrase?

"The love that dare not
speak its name."

You are not alone
in that respect.

Frankly, Doctor,
I'm surprised.

Why?

The world
is full of anomalies.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, speaking as
one anomaly to another,

how do you cope with the law?

(EXHALES)

I adopt a less than honest
respect for it.

So evasion is not confined
solely to second lieutenants?

No, it affects all ranks.

I trust after this disclosure,
you will be discreet.

Discretion is my middle name.

Well, it's better
than Ethel anyway.

(LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLES)

(PIANO PLAYING)

(PIANO STOPS)

(SIEGFRIED CLEARS THROAT)

One assumes these theatricals
have some deeper purpose.

Well, sir, I think
they help to give

some sort of ease
away from the front line.

CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER:
I doubt that.

Should the enemy perceive

that the British Army is
always preparing for a tango,

the war is lost.

Besides, the spectacle of men

dancing with men
is never palatable.

I had always thought
such creatures

went into the library

with their service revolvers
and did the decent thing.

And how is your treatment
progressing, Lieutenant?

Oh, it has
its unique moments, sir.

Well, let us hope
these unique moments

coalesce enough to get you
back to active service,

fighting fit, as it were.

Doesn't that rather
depend, sir,

on what's fit to fight for?

But perhaps
I'm just being syndromatic.

Or is that a lapsus linguae?

I beg your pardon?

SIEGFRIED:
Lapsus linguae, sir.

Slip of the tongue.

I know what it means,
Lieutenant.

The rest of us may be unable

to read Beowulf
in the original,

but we're not all
complete Philistines.

Of course not, sir.

Carry on.

-Ready?
-Yes.

(PIANO RESUMES)

(SINGING) Halitosis!

Halitosis!

Your first poem in Hydra.

Long live the editor!

I am the editor.

Hooray for nepotism!

(LAUGHS)

And what do you think
of my verse, Siegfried?

It seemed
a little too dependent

on 19th century models.

You make it sound like

The Courtship
of Miles Standish.

SIEGFRIED: Oh, God, no.
Nothing's ever as bad as that.

But you do find
my work derivative?

While I was at Clare,

I wasted far too much time
reading Swinburne.

It was very bad
for my adjectives.

You have to speak directly,
not with another's voice.

Look, at first,
everyone's work is derivative.

We all have to start
somewhere.

At Cambridge,
apart from Swinburne,

I did nothing except read
William Morris in a punt

and staggered through Maud.

Perhaps, er, my latest effort

will please you.

It's called Disabled.

It's magnificent.

It pierces the heart.

What a gift you have.

I have been passed

by the Medical Board
as fit for active service.

When do you rejoin
your regiment?

WILFRED: December.

Just before Christmas.

Oh.

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) There was I
waiting at the church

Waiting at the church
Waiting at the church

When I found
he left me in the lurch

Lord, how it did upset me

All at once
he sent me round a note

Here's the very note

This is what he wrote

"Can't get away
to marry you today

"My wife won't let me"

SOLDIERS: (SINGING)
There was I

Waiting at the church

Waiting at the church
Waiting at the church

When I found
he left me in the lurch

Lord, how it did upset me

All at once
he sent me round a note

Here's the very note

This is what he wrote

"Can't get away
to marry you today

"My wife won't let me"

(SOLDIERS CHEERING)

(STUTTERS)
What is it, Siegfried?

Nothing.

Wilfred's about to return
to duty. (CLEARS THROAT)

I know.

What will you do?

Nothing.

I will not do anything to make
the parting even more painful.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'd give everything I possess

to have him stay
just one more hour.

One more minute.

Quick to tears, slow to love.

You know,
when I first met him,

he had a slight stammer.

And spoke, I thought,
with a grammar school accent.

How could I be such a snob?

He really is a lovely man.

And I think the greater poet.

(SIGHS)

What about your poetry?

It's egotism, really.

That seems a little harsh.

Truth often is.

I have no idea
why I come here.

(SNIFFLES)

It's really done
no good at all, this.

Think of it as a cleansing
of the soul.

Why do you have
to put it so beautifully?

(RAIN PATTERING)

Will you stay just
for a few more moments?

Yes.

DRIVER: Whenever
you're ready, sir.

SIEGFRIED: Wilfred was killed

just a week
before the war ended.

What passing-bells
for these who die as cattle?

Only the monstrous anger
of the guns.

Only the stuttering rifles'
rapid rattle

can patter out
their hasty orisons.

No mockeries for them
from prayers or bells,

nor any voice of mourning,

save the choir's.

The shrill, demented choirs
of wailing shells

and bugles calling for them
from sad shires.

What candles may be held
to speed them all?

Not in the hands of boys,
but in their eyes

shall shine the holy glimmers
of goodbyes.

The pallor of girls' brows
shall be their pall,

their flowers, the tenderness
of silent minds,

and each slow dusk
a drawing-down of blinds.

The woman posing, who appears
to be wearing a spinnaker

is Lady Ottoline Morrell.

More hair than self-restraint,
but definitely nobody's fool.

She looks as though

she hasn't heard a joke
since the Boer War.

For Ottoline, the Boer War
was the joke.

Ottoline.

May we pause
for a moment, Dorothy,

-before rigor mortis sets in?
-Of course, Ottoline.

(SIGHS)

Who is this extremely
beautiful young man, Robbie?

Sassoon, Siegfried.

It sounds Wagnerian.

It's just Home Counties,
I'm afraid.

So you are not a keeper
of the flame at Bayreuth?

No, no, I'm afraid not.

What are your
musical tastes then?

Er, Ravel, Albeniz, Chausson.
Scriabin, if I must.

Cesar Franck,
when I'm in the mood.

And Bartok?

Oh, no. Never Bartok, no.

His music always sounds to me

like a lunatic
playing the xylophone.

(LAUGHS) Vice versa.

(CHUCKLES)

I once heard Paderewski play
Bartok at Tunbridge Wells,

but I found it
rather disappointing.

Well, what did you
expect, Robbie?

It was Tunbridge Wells.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Come into the main house
and have tea.

DOROTHY:
May I join you, Ottoline?

Of course. Dorothy,

you are not a servant,
but an honourable.

Now come along, Mr Bassoon,

and tell me what you really
have against Mr Bartok.

SIEGFRIED: Not a great deal.
I just don't like his music.

ROSS: Oh, a word
into your shell-like,

she'll ask you
to stay the night.

She always asks attractive
young men to stay the night.

So lock your bedroom door

or wear something
very, very severe.

(DOOR OPENS)

I thought that I might be
more interesting than cocoa.

I'm afraid I prefer cocoa.

(LAUGHS)

Sleep badly.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

SOLDIER: Dickie. Curse
the Wood! It's time to go.

(GROANS) O Christ,
what's the good?

We'll never take it,
and it's always raining.

-(MAN SCREAMING)
- They snipe like hell!

(GRUNTS)
O Dickie, don't go out!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(NURSES TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

SIEGFRIED: I fell asleep.

Next morning, he was dead.

And some slight wound
lay smiling on the bed.

(UPBEAT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Ivor Novello...

of Keep The Home-Fires Burning
fame.

Hmm, yes.

That loathsome little tune.

Ah, he always writes
at the top of his voice,

but we must try
to be charitable.

Ah, Sybil, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Ragtime indeed.

Yes, I know.

But Mr Novello plays it
so well, it's almost music.

Besides, at the moment,
he's appearing in the West End

in a very successful play
called The Rat.

I know.

Someone asked me
if it was autobiographical,

but I said I wasn't sure.

One day, Robbie,
you will go too far.

Oh, one day, Sybil,
we will all go too far.

Thank you for coming,
Mr Sassoon.

We're all very eager
to hear your recitation.

-Thank you, Lady Colefax.
-(APPLAUSE)

Ladies and gentlemen,
pray silence for

one of our greatest poets,
Mr Siegfried Sassoon.

(CLEARS THROAT)

When I'm among
a blaze of lights,

with tawdry music and cigars

and women dawdling
through delights

and officers in cocktail bars,

sometimes I think
of garden nights

and elm trees
nodding at the stars.

I dream of a small
fire-lit room.

Yellow candles
burning straight,

and glowing pictures
in the gloom,

and kindly books
that hold me late.

Of things like these
I choose to think

when I can never be alone.

And then someone says,
"Another drink,"

and turns my living heart
to stone.

-Hmm.
-(APPLAUSE)

Thank you, Mr Sassoon.

That was very touching.

We both thank you, Sybil,

and now go
and rejoin Lady Cunard

before she starts
launching something.

(CHUCKLES)

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

And to think he once played
the triangle so beautifully.

-What a waste. (LAUGHING)
-(PIANO PLAYING)

(SINGING) I seem to be
the victim of a cruel jest

(FAINT LAUGHTER)

It dogs my footsteps with
the girl I love the best

She's just the sweetest thing
that I have ever known

And yet we never get
the chance to be alone

My car will meet her
and her mother comes, too

(FAINT LAUGHTER)

It's a two-seater
Still her mother comes, too

At Ciro's when I am free
at dinner, supper or tea

She loves to shimmy with me

And her mother does, too

(FAINT LAUGHTER)

We buy her trousseau
And her mother comes, too

Asked not to do so
Still her mother comes, too

She simply can't take a snub
I go and sulk at the club

Then have a bath and a rub
And her brother comes, too

(LAUGHTER)

To golf we started
And her mother came, too

Three bags I carted

When her mother came, too

She fainted just off the tee

My darling whispered to me

"Jack dear, at last
we are free"

But her mother came, too

(LAUGHTER)

(APPLAUSE)

ROSS: He is considered
very beautiful.

Look at those shoulders.

Yeah, and look at his.

(CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Are we leaving, Ivor?

No, precious.

I'm anxious to meet
our distinguished guest,

Mr Sassoon.

I'm eager to have your advice
on my next musical.

I'm thinking of writing
in terza rima.

That's near Naples, isn't it?

Oh, dear Robbie,

whose silences are always

so much more eloquent
than speech.

(GLEN SNORTS)

Robbie will give you a paw
to guide you home, Glen.

-C'est la vie.
- ( CHUCKLES)

C'est la guerre.

(KISSING)

(IVOR BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oops.

Just leave the keys
on the dresser, Glen.

You know how absent-minded
I am with them.

(KISSING CONTINUES)

(KEYS THUD)

(CIGARETTE CASE SNAPS)

I think he's still
in love with you.

The main drawback with love

is that it descends,
all too quickly,

into possessiveness.

That really is a bore.

What shall I do with these?

Oh, they're for you.

Hamo died so far away.

While I have his sword,
I still have him.

We never grieved
properly for him, Mother.

Before grief, there's anger.

SIEGFRIED: I watch you
on your constant way,

in selfless duty
long grown grey.

and to myself,

I say that I have
lived my life to learn

how lives like your
unasking earn.

Aureoles that guide and burn

in heart's remembrance

when the proud who snared
the suffrage of the crowd

are dumb and dusty browed.

For you live onward
in my thought

because you have not sought
rewards that can be bought.

And so when I remember you,

I think of all things
rich and true

that I have reaped
and wrought.

Thank God you survived.

Good night, darling.

Good night, Mother.

Give me your hand, my brother.

Search my face.

Look in these eyes
lest I should think of shame.

For we have made an end
of all things base.

We are returning
by the road we came.

Your lot is with the ghosts
of soldiers dead,

and I am in the field
where men must fight.

But in the gloom,
I see your laurelled head

and through your victory
I shall win the light.

(MAN SINGS SILENT NIGHT
IN GERMAN)

(MALE CHOIR SINGS IN ENGLISH)
Sleep in heavenly peace

(GUNSHOT)

3,500 copies of
Counter-Attack sold.

Your fame
is spreading, Siegfried.

Like a virus?

Oh, don't be contrary.

So I wake up famous.

Like Byron.

And I believe you've
been overwhelmed

by visits from all the great
and the good.

Mmm.

Massine, Lydia Lopokova,
Keynes,

Winston Churchill and mother.

Even "boy actor" Noel Coward.

Have I left anyone out?

-The Pope.
-(LAUGHS)

That's right, Siegfried,
think small.

How did you find Mr Churchill?

Imperial.

And Mr Coward?

Gushing.

What would you have done
if Royalty had paid a call?

Oh, well, then I'd
have tried to curtsey

-from a sitting position.
-(LAUGHS)

Speaking of Royalty,
I've come with a command

from Her Majesty
Edith Sitwell.

You are to attend
a performance

at Carlyle Square

of her Entertainment-Façade.

Poetry, by Edith.
Music, Willie Walton.

I've gone
to a great deal of trouble

to get this
so don't let me down.

If you don't attend,
La Sitwell

has threatened
to come to your flat

at Half Moon Street

and hum the whole
of Tannhauser to you.

(LAUGHS)

You have been warned.

Oh, I, er...

Ottoline Morell popped in

and wished to be
remembered to you.

How was she?

Let's just say I've always
found lime green

a very unforgiving colour.

(LAUGHS)

Poor Ottoline.

She'll go to her grave
overdressed.

I'm looking forward
to meeting your mother.

What?

I said I was looking forward
to meeting your mother.

All mothers, good or bad

are always fascinating.

I tried to set fire
to mine once,

but she was all asbestos.

(CHUCKLES)

IVOR: Oh, do come on!

We shall never get down
to Kent at this rate.

Oh, and I found this
for you on the floor.

Oh, it'll be from Robbie Ross.

Why are you so antipathetic
towards him?

Because I resent the way
that he speaks to me.

Like he's always
putting me in my place.

You know, the only problem
with knowing one's place

is that other people
never seem to know theirs.

(LAUGHS)

He's acerbic, I grant you,
but he's never malign,

and as a friend,
very steadfast.

Robbie Ross took
some considerable risk

when he publicly supported
Oscar Wilde.

He's been hounded ever since
by Lord Alfred Douglas.

Oh, please,
Bosie was always vindictive.

Robbie should have known that
from the beginning.

He's really only got
himself to blame.

That's really unfair.

His loyalty to Wilde
was exemplary.

All right, all right.
Robbie's a saint.

Now, how about
we drop the subject?

Oh, that's a very fine sword.

It was my brother's.

Hmm.

He was killed at Gallipoli.

(BELL CHIMING)

Oh, God.

What is it?

It's the first performance
of Façade,

and I was supposed
to go to it.

Well, where's it
being performed?

Some private performance
in Carlyle Square.

Chelsea.

Well, even if we drove
like the wind,

we should never make it.

Robbie will be furious.

And so will Edith Sitwell.

It's being given
to a very select audience.

I'm sure she'll understand
once you explain

why you weren't able
to be there.

Oh, no,
I don't think so, Mother.

Edith can be a very
captious woman.

She isn't a woman.

She's an animated meringue.

And those teeth.

Don't be horrible, Ivor.

She suffers, I believe,
from a complaint

known as receding gums.

She's so autocratic,

I'm surprised she gave
them permission to.

Oh, well, come along then.

Might as well see
if we can catch some of it.

I'm sorry to have to rush off
like this, Mother.

It doesn't matter.

Is he just another one
of your pretty boys?

No, it's deeper than that,
much deeper.

You don't like him,
do you, Mother?

He's amusing, but unpleasant.

It's his eyes.
I think they're cruel.

SIEGFRIED: Good night, Mother.

Good night, Siegfried.

You never came.

SIEGFRIED:
Please forgive me, Edith.

I shall try.

I'm entirely to blame.

We visited my mother
in Kent and I simply

lost all sense of time.

-We?
-SIEGFRIED: Mmm.

Myself and Ivor Novello.

A man at the cheaper end
of poetry.

I do hope you can
forgive me, Edith,

for I am mortified
by my thoughtlessness.

How was the work received?

They tittered.

Tittered?

Tittered.

I overheard someone say,
in the most odious manner,

"It's this sort of thing

"that makes one glad
to be semi-conscious."

-I was deeply wounded.
-SIEGFRIED: Hmm.

My poetry has wonderful
assonances and dissonances.

I use words for their colour,

not merely for what
they are supposed to mean.

Great art may sometimes be
so ahead of its time, Edith,

that its initial reception

can be considered
a succès d'estime.

Think of Stravinsky.

But I do not wish
to think of Stravinsky.

We are performing Façade
at the Aeolian Hall next week.

I shall expect you there.

Of course, Edith.

I shall come with the speed
of a thousand gazelles.

No need for hyperbole,
Siegfried.

A taxi will do.

In the early springtime
after their tea,

through the young fields
of the springing Bohea,

Jemima, Jocasta, Dinah and Deb

walked with their father
Sir Joshua Jebb.

An admiral red
whose only notion,

a butterfly poised
on a pigtailed ocean

is of the peruked sea
whose swell

breaks on the flowerless rocks
of Hell.

For Hell is just
as properly proper,

as Greenwich, or as Bath,
or Joppa!

Oh, Christ!

I have to go backstage.

Rather you than me.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-(DOOR OPENS)
-Ah.

The prodigal.

Well, Edith,
you've done it again.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All the fine young cannibals.

You make it sound
like a raiding party.

Isn't it?

(APPLAUSE)

Stephen Tennant.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I am...

Yes, we already know
who you are, Stephen.

But who is this absolute dream

in oyster grey silk?

Hester Gatty.

Lady Gatty's daughter?

Yes.

She once invited you
to Carlton House Terrace.

But you hardly noticed me.

Then I apologize
for my lack of taste.

We're great admirers
of your poetry, Siegfried.

(IVOR SCOFFS)

Before you take offence, Ivor,
we like your work, too.

Careful, Stephen,

that was almost enthusiasm.

Perhaps they will play
one of your charming songs,

Mr Novello, and then
we can dance to it.

I can't tempt Stephen, though.

Why not?

Because I only do the valeta
and only when pressed.

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

I do love dancing.

So do I.

Come on, then.

Whoo!

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

(APPLAUSE)

I didn't know great poets
did the Charleston.

I didn't know the Charleston
did that to gay young things.

I think everyone should
be gay, don't you?

Only in the wider sense.

And this young man is...

Alexander Fenton.

Doesn't it sound as though

it should have a title
in front of it?

Sir Alexander Fenton.

For his services
to the theatre.

Well, that hasn't
happened yet.

It will, Ivor.

It will.

I hardly see you
these days, Ivor.

How are you?

Horizontally speaking.

Oh, busy, old thing.

Very, very busy.

Still gathering lilacs?

You could say that.

Well, when you've
exhausted botany,

you might consider moving

into the field
of blood sports.

I'm told that the men
who indulge in them

are very, very rugged.

Isn't that so, Mr Sassoon?

You know, I think that's what

I'm going to miss most
about you, Glen,

your quaint sense of humour.

(IVOR SIGHS)

And how have you been
passing your time?

Seeing lots
of musical theatre.

IVOR: Mmm, such as?

Rose-Marie, very enjoyable.

Yes, but so Rudolph Friml-ly.

But it is by Rudolph Friml.

It was a joke, Siegfried.

And how about tonight?

Lady, Be Good!

Gershwin,
an unsurpassed genius.

Oh, we really mustn't
keep you then, Glen.

You have to admit it,

Gershwin is an
exceptional talent.

I don't have
to admit anything.

What's wrong?

We're leaving.

But I thought
you wanted supper.

I'm no longer hungry!

-(CLEARS THROAT)
-Name, sir?

Mr Sassoon.

Sassoon, you say.

-Yes.
-Oh.

Hmm.

Would you mind spelling it
for me, please, sir?

S-A-S-S-O-O-N.

Hmm.

I'm afraid you're not
on the list, sir.

Well, I'm going up anyway.

Telephone me in a couple
of days, won't you?

(IVOR GRUNTS)

I practically
had to force my way in

past the stage doorman.

Hmm. You were lucky.

He's been told to shoot anyone
not on my list.

Why wasn't I on the list?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Look, it's been
a long run, Siegfried.

I am tired.
I am exhausted.

-You still want supper?
-Yes!

I'm surprised to see
Fenton here.

Why?

I know lots of people.

-Fenton is just another...
-Admirer.

...fan.

You both seemed to me
to be very friendly

after so short
an acquaintance.

Now, I get the
distinct impression

that I am being grilled.

And that a storm
in an egg cup is brewing.

I'm sorry, I don't mean
to be petty, but I am...

I am very jealous
of you. (CHUCKLES)

Yes, well,
affairs are always messy.

Who can know the secrets
of a human heart?

Usually the people
who don't have one.

Oh, my, my,
hasn't it gone chilly in here?

But I love you.

Yes,

you've said.

-(LINE RINGING)
-(CLEARS THROAT)

Ivor.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Ivor.

Let me pass.

I'm sorry, sir.
I can't let you go up.

Why?

Mr Novello never sees anyone
after a matinee.

Well, would you please
inform Mr Novello

that I've booked a table
for 8 PM?

(SHOUTING) And I'll be
expecting him for dinner!

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Is there someone else?

(SIGHS) There's always
someone else.

How do you justify
your behaviour?

By asking myself questions

to which I already
know the answers.

And when all is said and done,

my career comes before anyone
or anything.

And my work

is as popular as I am.

There is a school of thought
that regards musical theatre

as a second-rate
means of expression.

Before you judge other
people's work, Siegfried,

I would make sure
your own is above criticism.

-What does that mean?
-IVOR: Just this,

that since 1918,
your poetry has gone

from the sublime
to the meticulous.

And tell me, Mr Novello,

what did you do
during the war?

I gave my talent
to my country.

I boosted morale by playing
every theatre in the land!

Oh, weren't you the lucky one!

We had the Somme
and you had Rhyl!

(SCOFFS)

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I see no point
in prolonging

this unpleasant conversation.

-No.
-(SNAPS FINGERS)

Oh, no.
After what's been said,

I don't expect you
to foot the bill as well.

Oh, always the gentleman,
eh, Siegfried?

It's better than being a cad.

I suspect this is
goodbye then.

Au revoir
might have been kinder.

Please don't undermine
yourself, Siegfried.

That's what friends are for.

If you wish to see me again,
I'll be at my flat.

(SCOFFS)

Well, at least
that's more original

than going home to mother.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Snap.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

GLEN: May I sit down?

Yes, of course.

Do you still dine here?

-Of course.
-Why?

Let's just say I like
the trips down memory lane.

(LAUGHS)

What next?

Well, I suppose, in a bad
melodrama, I'd kill myself.

And in a really bad melodrama,
you kill Ivor.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Seriously, are you all right?

The moment passes,
but the hurt remains.

And I was supposed to go
and visit my mother

and now I've missed the train.

Drive down, why don't you?

I have no car. I can't drive.

I was going to motor
down to the coast.

Why don't I give you a lift?

That would be
very kind of you.

Where does she live?

Kent.

Then let's get going.

I have absolutely
no idea where we are.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Although I, erm,

don't possess the wit to woo,

may I see you again?

I live in Margate.

Oh.

Pity Margate is so far away.

It's not at the moment.

(CHUCKLES)

What about Ivor?

Oh.

Ivor's already been
to Margate.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

SIEGFRIED: At dawn, the ridge
emerges massed and dun

in wild purple
of the glow'ring sun,

smouldering through spouts
of drifting smoke

that shroud the menacing
scarred slope.

And, one by one,

tanks creep and topple
forward to the wire.

The barrage roars and lifts.

Then, clumsily bowed
with bombs

and guns and battle-gear,

men jostle and climb
to meet the bristling fire.

Lines of grey, muttering
faces, masked with fear,

they leave their trenches,
going over the top,

while time ticks blank
and busy on their wrists,

and hope, with furtive eyes
and grappling fists,

flounders in the mud.

O Jesus, make it stop.

We have a guest.

Oh, he's not a guest.

He's an afterthought.

This is my life partner,
Bobby Andrews.

Bobby, Siegfried.
Siegfried, Bobby.

Well, don't look so shocked.

Love has nothing
to do with monogamy.

Or are you the faithful type?

I suppose I must be.

If you want fidelity,
Siegfried, buy a pet.

You kept very quiet
about this.

Well, that's because
I didn't want anyone else

to shake him down
from the tree.

(BOBBY CHUCKLES)

You really are a bastard,
aren't you?

I do my best.

Now you must excuse us.

We have a casserole waiting.

Oh.

Where shall I put your key?

Back on the floor.

(KEY THUDS)

I can't face tea
before 11 AM.

Drink it, you misery.

I don't do this for everyone,
you know.

I'm the invalid, remember?

Like Chekhov.

(MIMICS COUGH)

Oh, what should I do
about my hair?

Have you considered topiary?

(SNORTS)

I think I might dye it.

Or I could leave it
in its natural colour.

When I'm sunburnt,
it looks like spun gold.

(LAUGHS)

(CAR HONKING)

(HONKING CONTINUES)

I'll be with you in a moment.

It's Glen Byam Shaw.

Isn't that good news?

Siggy will be down in a trice.

He's suitably undressed.

We've just been
talking about you.

So I hope your ears
were burning,

all three of them.

Is Stephen
naturally unpleasant

or does he take
private tuition?

I heard that!

You were supposed to.

(CHUCKLES)

Siggy! Siggy!

I'm sorry.

What can I say?

There's nothing to say.

It's one of the inconveniences
of the shadow life we lead.

Friends may come,
friends may go.

Enemies are always faithful.

How is Ivor?

I have no idea.
I don't see him any more.

Did you know about Bobby?

Yes.

You might have warned me.

I didn't want
to seem vindictive.

Sour grapes and all that.

I wanted to tell you
personally

that I'm planning to marry.

She's an actress
and a good sort,

I think, and we're very
fond of each other.

When did you decide?

GLEN: Some months ago.

You should give
a thought to it, too.

No, if the intention
wasn't pure,

I don't think
I could go through it.

Purity is like virginity.

As soon as you touch it,
it becomes corrupt.

I hope you both
will be very happy.

Thank you, Siegfried.

I shall do my best.

(COUGHING)

What's the matter? TB?

You should have told me.

Why?

There's nothing
you can do about it.

I could have taken you
somewhere,

to a warmer, drier climate.

(COUGHING)

That rules out Frinton then.

Is there somewhere
we can go to help you?

Yes.

I've been there before.

In Germany.

Haus Hirt in Bavaria.

All cow bells, lederhosen
and very, very thick thighs.

So idyllic,
you'll want to scream.

But the German men...
Gorgeous!

I wonder what the
collective noun for them is.

(COUGHING)

Oh, don't look
so glum, Siggy.

I'm not about to join
the Hitler Youth.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes. Who is it?

(OVER PHONE) Hello, Siegfried,
it's Alexander.

Is Stephen there?

-Hello?
-Don't call here again.

It was Fenton.

I don't like this at all.

We bumped into each other
on Piccadilly the other day.

We had a harmless drink
and I gave him your number.

Don't do it again!

If that were a request,
I might consider it.

If it's an order, I'll make
a point of disobeying it.

What did Glen want?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

-He's getting married.
-(LAUGHS)

The ultimate capitulation.

I'm sure
they'll be very happy.

She's probably
as mediocre as he is.

You'll be doing it next.

(WHISTLING TUNE)

Thought I'd try my hand
at some watercolours.

-Hmm.
-Landscapes and things.

It's the Magritte in me.

This is not a pipe.

-Rene will be pleased.
-(LAUGHS)

How would you describe
your style?

Erratic.

But then I'm giving this
to a friend

-whom I really detest.
-(LAUGHS)

You don't remember me
at all, do you?

The spa?

Ivor Novello? Stephen Tennant?

Oh, yes, of course.

Yes.

The oyster grey silk.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

You're supposed to
remember me, not the dress.

(SIEGFRIED LAUGHS)

Before I met you for the first
time, I'd always thought

you'd be either mercurial
or dark.

And what am I,
dark or mercurial?

Oh, neither.

You're more opaque, I think.

So what brings you down here?

I... I should like to say
the picturesque,

but it wouldn't be true.

I came down in the hope
of seeing you again.

I used the painting as a ploy.

Oh.

Well, I'm touched.

No one's ever used subterfuge
before in order to see me.

It's the modern thing,
liberated woman and all that.

It would be very pleasant
if you invited me to lunch.

It would be very pleasant
if you accepted.

(ROMANTIC JAZZ PLAYS
ON GRAMOPHONE)

(HESTER HUMMING ALONG)

You really are very lovely.

May I kiss you?

You don't have to ask.

(SIEGFRIED CHUCKLES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

I've never had an affair
with a woman.

Only men.

Stephen told me
all I needed to know.

All my life, I feel as though

I've been waiting
for a catastrophe to happen.

Well, (CHUCKLES)
that's optimism for you.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

My whole future
could depend on you.

You must redeem
my life for me, Hester.

That sounds like
some sort of proposal.

If I was selfish enough,
I'd ask you to marry me.

(CHUCKLES)

If I were foolish enough,

I'd accept.

Oh, I look 500 years old.

Some say I am beautiful.

And, as an aesthete,

I feel that beauty is eternal.

We see it in the eyes
of those who love us.

Although my mother thinks

that my eyes
are like cold seawater.

My buttocks and my shoulders
are very well-shaped.

But my best feature
is the beauty of my hands.

Almond milk and lemon creams
are perfect for them,

and one must never
laugh too much.

It coarsens one's face,

especially if the laughter
is gleeful.

Stephen, how can you
be so narcissistic?

It is my defence against
nihilism and the vulgar.

You cannot conduct a life
in that way.

Course one can.

My life is my art.

Yours isn't a life,
it's barely a hobby.

That was an ugly thing to say.

I know sometimes it's better
to be kind than honest,

but you are frittering
your life away

in pomades and powder.

And if you don't believe me,

ask someone with more sense
and less love.

You've made your antipathy
to me very obvious.

I don't need a second opinion.

I'm going to Salisbury
for the weekend.

Edith Oliver has found me

a cottage to rent
in Teffont Magna.

I thought we could
spend weekends there.

Will you come?

I, too, have had
an invitation.

From whom?

A German prince whom
I think you more than know.

Philip of Hesse, yes.

And one of
Edith Sitwell's proteges.

A concert pianist
called Tchelitchew.

Very Cyrillic, very Russian
and very divine.

And where are you going to?

Paris first.

Then we'll motor down to
Bavaria so I can recuperate

from life.

After Bavaria, they're going
to go on to Venice.

Philip told me that he once

tried to make love
in a gondola,

but that there wasn't
enough privacy.

Stability.

Oh.

So it was with you, was it?
You sly old thing.

This all seems very sudden.

Yes, it does, doesn't it?

But then, that's my life.

All go.

Older than God, but without
any of the influence.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Am I welcome, Hester?

Come in and see.

Siegfried.

Stephen.

How dreadful we all look.

But I still have
beautiful hands, I think.

I'll make some tea.

I suppose you've heard
of Ivor's death.

Yes.

They say the funeral attracted
a thousand people.

Probably made up mostly by
all the people he slept with.

I still have a soft spot
for Ivor's work, though.

All those tortured
princesses and lovers

who have no money,
but plenty of sex appeal.

His work was always
sentimental nonsense.

He cheapened everything
he touched.

I've always thought his
particular kind of mawkishness

was a kind of catharsis

for the dimmer members
among us.

That's because
you have never known

the difference
between the two.

We can't all possess
your purity of thought.

It isn't a question of purity,

but of discernment.

And you were never very good
at discernment.

That was rather too acerbic.

Mordant would be
the more accurate word.

Are you still very angry?

What do you expect?

You ended our relationship

with a letter
from your doctor.

How was I supposed to feel?

Still clearly very hurt,
I see.

I had hoped that
you might have been

a little more forgiving.

If I had treated you the way
in which you treated me,

how forgiving would you be?

Besides,
when the parade's gone by,

you have to have
enough sense to realize

that you are no longer
a part of it.

I'm trying to apologize.

You're 30 years too late!

Can't we still be friends?

OLDER SIEGFRIED: No.

You once meant so much.
Now you mean so little.

-Sieg...
-Don't trivialise it

by saying something glib.

Can I see you again?
In London perhaps?

OLDER SIEGFRIED: No!

I rarely go to London now.

And how is George?

Young.

Thriving.

He's like all children.

He has the worst aspects
of both his parents.

OLDER STEPHEN: How about
his parents' virtues?

He's cursed
with those as well.

I am...

very lonely, Siggy.

Is it agony?

One does hope so.

George has an
independent mind,

which sometimes
shocks Siegfried.

It isn't independence,
it's wilfulness.

Who's died?

All of us.

George, the pipe
was not a good idea.

Looks as if it's smoking you.

Old silver tongue.

We could do without the smoke.

OLDER HESTER: Tea, darling?

No, thank you, Mother.

Thank you for the tea.

George will see you out.

-Goodbye.
-OLDER HESTER: Goodbye.

(DOOR OPENS)

-Charming as ever.
-(DOOR CLOSES)

But there's still malice
at the edge of his voice,

as there always was.

Sometimes, Siegfried,
it's more humane

to be kind than to be honest.

He constantly goaded
my jealousy.

It was like being killed
by degrees.

He once told me
he thought you were matchless.

We are unique only to the
people who really loathe us.

HESTER: Will you come
to dinner tonight at Mother's?

She'd have invited God
if she thought He'd come.

I'm uncomfortable
with all that distinction.

I'm not at all
an intellectual,

I have a very cumbersome mind.

Oh, please come.

Max Beerbohm said he
might drop in for a drink.

Hmm.

-Then I shall come.
-(LAUGHS)

Just to hear Max's
delectable gossip.

You know, he, er... (LAUGHS)

he once described
TS Elliot as

"Poor old Tom
who sits there ironically

"analysing
an empty sardine tin."

(HESTER LAUGHS)

Well, you better
get your skates on,

and I better get my glad rags
out of mothballs.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(MEN CHATTERING)

Now don't miss me
too much, all right?

MAN: Bye!

Goodbye, darlings!

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

No welcome?

No bunting?

Not even, "You're looking
frightfully well, Stephen."

Am I going to get
the silent treatment?

Or are we going to conduct
the rest of this conversation

entirely in Braille?

Beware the wrath
of a patient man.

STEPHEN: Who said that?

Confucius, I think.

On one of his better days.

Well, if you're going to get
all profound on me,

perhaps you could throw in
Ol' Man River as a bonus.

How was Bavaria?

Bavarian.

Did your companion stay long?

Long enough.

And what did you do, Stephen?

Apart from cough?

I... Ooh, what's the phrase?

I lived life to the full.

-All three of you?
-Yes.

It's called troilism,
I believe.

-Or an orgy.
-Yes.

That's probably more accurate,
but I won't go into detail.

You know how discreet I am
in these matters.

My spies tell me you've been
seeing a lot of Hester Gatty.

Hester Gatty's been seeing
a lot of me.

I'm beginning
to see the light.

A new, secretive you.

Surely you're not jealous?

Of course not.

Now we can all
be girls together.

Like Roedean.

Have you slept with her?

SIEGFRIED: No.

Our relationship is as deep
as it is decorous.

I've even bought myself
some passion-killing pyjamas.

Are you going to marry her?

Yes, I think I probably shall.

You'll make
a vile partner, Siggy.

Perhaps, but then I have
been taught by a master.

You'll be taking a great risk.

I'll be taking the same risk
I took with you.

Couldn't be much worse.
May even be better.

I can see years ahead
for both of you.

Filled with
passionless silences

and compulsory cocoa
at bedtime.

Oh, by the way,

as we intend to be
living in the country,

I'll be giving up the lease
on this flat.

I didn't want to leave you
in the dark unnecessarily.

But once we've found a house,
you'll have to move out.

That sounds almost
like a threat.

It almost is.

So you're going
to throw baby's

little body out into
the cold, cold snow?

No, not immediately, no.

We'll wait for warmer weather.

(WOMAN TALKING
INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

OLDER HESTER: Can I get you
anything before I leave?

No.

I'll write
once I get to Scotland.

I said I'll write once...

I heard you. I'm trying
to listen to the radio.

-Shall I phone?
-No!

What time's your train,
Mother?

Not for an hour.

We've got plenty of time
to get to the station.

I'll come back for you later.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

ROBERT: Remember,
marry in haste,

repent at leisure.

I was shocked
when you got married

and for exactly
the same reason.

And now it's my turn
to be shocked.

(EXHALES)

I have given you all a bit
of a surprise, haven't I?

(SMACKS LIPS)

-Who's officiating?
-Er, Canon Gay.

-Ah.
-(MAN CHUCKLES)

Oh, I'm sorry, Lawrence,
have you met Glen Byam Shaw?

Glen this is TE Lawrence.

Of Arabia?

(CHUCKLES) Not recently.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

I think so.

In the end, we few,

we happy few
are always exogamous.

Christ, what does that mean?

To marry outside
of one's tribe or group.

Do you specialise in using
words no one understands?

Yes. It's my revenge on people

who don't know
what exogamous means.

Have you chosen any music?

No.

Oh, I'm disappointed.

I thought we'd get something
English and dismal.

What are you doing here?

Hester invited me.

I'm her maid of honour.

PRIEST: The vows that you
are about to take

are to be made
in the presence of God,

who is the judge of all

and knows all the secrets
of our hearts.

Therefore, if either of you
know any reason

why you may not
lawfully marry,

you must declare it now.

(BELLS TOLLING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(BABY COOING)

SIEGFRIED: How are you?

Just very tired.

Is there anything
I can get you?

Have you thought of a name?

No.

HESTER: I thought
we might call him George.

Yes.

My whole future
depends on him.

You once said that about me.

Do you want to hold him?

FEMALE SINGER: (OVER RADIO)
...with homes that are rented

So I have invented my own

Darling, this place
is a lover's oasis

Where life's weary chase
is unknown...

I'm very happy.

And this is the reason.
(CHUCKLES)

(APPLAUSE)

Cosy to hide in

To live side by side in

Don't let it abide in my dream

Picture me upon your knee

Just tea for two
and two for tea

Just me for you and you for me

Alone

Nobody near us
to see us or hear us

No friends or relations
on weekend vacations

We won't have it known, dear

That we own a telephone, dear

Day will break and I'll awake

And start to bake a sugar cake

For you to take
for all the boys to see

We will raise a family

A boy for you, a girl for me

Oh, can't you see

How happy we would be?

SIEGFRIED:
How beautifully blue the sky.

The glass is rising very high.

Continue fine I hope it may.

And yet it rained
but yesterday.

Tomorrow, it may pour again.

I hear the country
needs some rain.

OLDER SIEGFRIED:
I stood with the dead.

SIEGFRIED: Come down
from Heaven to meet me

when my breath chokes.

And through drumming shafts
of stifling death

I stumble towards escape,

to find the door
opening on morn

where I may breathe once more

clear cock-crow airs

across some valley
dim with whispering trees.

While dawn along the rim
of night's horizon

flows in lakes of fire,

come down from
Heaven's bright hill,

my song's desire.

Belov'd and faithful,

teach my soul to wake
in glades deep-ranked

with flowers that gleam

and shake and flock
your paths with wonder.

In your gaze, show me,

the vanquished vigil
of my days.

Mute in that golden silence
hung with green,

come down from Heaven
and bring me in your eyes

remembrance of all beauty
that has been.

And stillness from
the pools of Paradise.

OLDER SIEGFRIED: Rising,

rising the voices
of the muffled dead.

(SPOON CLANKS)

Are you going to keep
this silence up

for the rest of the day?

Look, I brought you
down to London

because I was worried
about you!

-I'm fine.
-No, you're not!

There was no food
in the house! No heating!

And you were sitting there
in the dark

like a Protestant bishop!

-I can manage!
-No, you can't!

If you're going to sulk,
I'm going upstairs.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Turn that rubbish off!

GEORGE: I'll do as I like!
It's my house!

-It's my music!
-That isn't music!

It's commercially
grotesque noise

made by stupid people
for stupid people!

GEORGE: Oh,
don't be so bigoted!

-(GROWLS IN ANGER)
-(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

MAN: The official numbers

of those killed
in the First World War.

The United Kingdom
and its colonies:

1,225,914.

France: 1,697,798.

Germany: 2,476,897.

Austria-Hungary: 1,567,202.

Russia: 3,311,251...

OLDER SIEGFRIED: These are
the statistics of catastrophe.

Yet from Prime to Compline,
life goes slowly on.

Are you thinking
great thoughts?

No.

Just sitting here being petty.

Trying to understand
the enigma of other people.

So many have died.

Too many.

Most people live
for the moment.

You live for eternity.

-Don't say that.
-Why not?

Because I'm afraid
I might believe it.

(SNIFFLES)

I would have liked to have
been recognised, though.

In some significant way
for my work.

Eliot got the Order of Merit
and the Nobel Prize.

I've had to make do with
the Queen's Award for Poetry.

But Sir Siegfried Sassoon,
it would have been nice.

-Despite all the sibilants.
-Oh, Father.

How can you be seduced by
all that Ruritanian nonsense?

The greatest argument against

Damehoods
and Knighthoods is...

Just look at the people
who've got them.

Why do you hate
the modern world, Father?

Because it's younger
than I am.

Well, you've got to bathe
and change.

We're going to the theatre,
remember?

Do I have to?

Yes, you promised.

Besides, it's a witty
and elegant score.

Even you might enjoy it.

I'm sorry I shouted.

It's... So am I.

Peace?

Peace.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: (SINGING)
My mother said I never should

Play with the young man
in the wood

If I did, she would say

"Naughty little girl
to disobey"

I'm a typically English rose

But born of typically
English stock

With a typically Anglo-Saxon
family tree

I received my education
from a typically English way

In a typically
English girl's academy

I play typically
English tennis

At a typically English club

With my typically
English feelings for fair play

I eat typically
English crumpets

-(MUSIC STOPS)
-(AUDIENCE CHUCKLES)

(MUSIC STARTS)

With my typically English tea

At the end
of every typically English day

Father is a typically
English colonel

Home is a typically
English county town

Mummy and I play
typically English patients

As the typically English rain
is pouring down

With a typically
English spaniel

Who likes typically
English walks

Cause there's typically
English trees

Upon the heath

And if anyone asked me

How I like
this typically English life

I am fed up
to my typically English tea

-(APPLAUSE)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Shall we take a cab?

No, I'll walk home.

Are you sure?

It's getting very chilly.

I'd rather walk.

WILFRED: Perhaps my latest
effort will please you.

It's called Disabled.

I'll come and get you.

Thank you.

SIEGFRIED: He sat
in a wheeled chair,

waiting for dark

and shivered in his ghastly
suit of grey, legless,

sewn short at elbow.

Through the park,

voices of boys rang
saddening like a hymn.

Voices of play and pleasure
after day.

Till gathering sleep
had mothered them from him.

About this time,

town used to swing so gay

when glow-lamps budded
in the light blue trees,

and girls glanced lovelier

as the air grew dim
in the old times,

before we threw away
his knees.

Now he will never feel again
how slim girls' waists are

or how warm
their subtle hands.

All of them touch him
like some queer disease.

There was an artist
silly for his face,

for it was younger
than his youth, last year.

Now he is old,
his back will never brace.

He's lost his colour
very far from here.

Poured it down shell-holes
till the veins ran dry,

and half his lifetime lapsed
in the hot race.

And leap of purple
spurted from his thigh.

One time he liked
a blood-smear down his leg,

after the matches
carried shoulder-high.

It was after football
when he'd drunk a peg,

he thought he'd better join.

He wonders why.

Someone had said
he'd looked a god in kilts.

That's why.

And maybe, too,
to please his Meg.

Aye, that was it,

to please the giddy jilts,
he'd asked to join.

He didn't have to beg.

Smiling they wrote his lie:

aged 19 years.

Germans he scarcely
thought of, all their guilt,

and Austria's,
did not move him.

And no fears of fear came yet.

He thought of jewelled hilts

for daggers in plaid socks,
of smart salutes,

and care of arms, and leave,
and pay arrears,

esprit de corps,
and hints for young recruits.

And soon, he was drafted out
with drums and cheers.

Some cheered him home,
but not as crowds cheer goal.

Only a solemn man who brought
him fruits thanked him.

And then inquired
about his soul.

Now he will spend a few
sick years in institutes

and do what things
the rules consider wise,

and take whatever pity
they may dole.

Tonight he noticed
how women's eyes

passed from him to the
strong men who were whole.

How cold and late it is.

Why don't they come
and put him into bed?

Why don't they come?

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)