Original subtitles

What is it?

It's Rupert.

He's been listed as missing in action.

Oh, dear God.

Bit young for Hermione, isn't she?

You're the one who's always saying how mature she is.

[Man] Your wife is doing very well, Cazalet.

And she will get better from the operation.

But not from the cancer?

[Man] Delay might very well be possible.

I might stay the weekend in London.

Sid invited me to stay with her.

Darling, you look beautiful.

Thank you.

Perhaps you'd like to come over-

-[explosion booms] -[woman screams]

Brave girl.

I warn you, he's a great breaker of hearts.

Don't get too taken with him, will you, darling?

[peaceful jazz music]

[dog barking]

[whistling]

Another postcard from Mummy and Daddy.

Having a lovely holiday.

Porridge keeps us warm.

There's nothing for you, I'm afraid.

Hells bells, it's been nearly six weeks, Pol.

I expect General de Gaulle is a very busy man.

Louise.

And he might have to investigate quite a lot

to find out where your dad is.

Ah, Louise.

No, it's Polly, Grandpa.

Will you find her, please?

There's a telephone call for her.

Yes.

I'm supposed to be an actress.

I look like something out of "Country Life".

You are going there looking respectable, Louise,

or you're not going at all!

[Polly] Do you think this painter's her lover?

[Clary] They've only met at a dinner party.

And a nightclub.

Let's say I don't think he's her lover yet.

Hello.

Wonderful to see you again.

So glad you could come.

-I'll take that. -Thank you.

[train whistles]

Mummy's longing to meet you.

She's heard an awful lot about you, I'm afraid.

Not too cold?

No.

-Good afternoon, Bennett. -Good afternoon, sir.

This is Miss Cazalet.

Here's her case, will you tell Margaret to take it up?

Of course.

Lady Zinnia asked me to tell you, sir,

that tea is being taken in the library.

Very good.

This way, darling.

Welcome, Louise.

How do you do, Lady Zinnia?

Oh, please call me Z.

Everybody does.

You were quite right, Mikey.

She is a little beauty.

Where's the tea?

I rang for it when I heard the car.

Now, come and sit here.

Tell me all about yourself.

You're training to be an actress, I hear.

Well, I was, but the school I was at

closed down because of the Blitz.

So, at the moment, I'm trying to get a job

in a repertory company.

Cigarette, darling?

Thank you.

Used to be fashionable when I was young.

My mother always said it was common for girls to smoke.

Oh, Mummy.

According to you, she thought

everything girls did was common.

Times have changed.

Look, if you'd rather we didn't smoke in here, we don't-

Darling, I wouldn't consider telling you

what or what not to do.

But if Louise wishes to become an actress,

she should look after her voice.

[Maid] Tea, madam.

Bravo, cherry cake, my favourite.

Really, darling?

How very lucky for you.

[baby cooing]

-Zoe! -Oh, over here.

[baby cries]

I'm just going down to Millbarn

to see if I can help the nurses.

Hello, Roly, darling.

[baby crying]

Do you think you could ask Ellen

to make sure to remember to wash his hair?

[laughs]

Oh, yes!

Matron asked me to try and line up some visitors

for those poor wounded airmen.

Do you think that you might drop in occasionally?

Just to talk to them and read to them,

I'm sure they'd really appreciate it.

I don't see how I could leave Juliet.

Surely you don't need to be with her all day,

Ellen's here.

Well, I like to be with her all day.

Anyway, with Sybil away, there's Wills as well.

It's too much for Ellen.

You know how bad her rheumatism is.

Well, as you choose, of course.

But there is a war on, you know.

I know that, Villy.

Yes, of course.

I'm so sorry.

Well, I must dash.

Don't forget about Roly's hair.

[peaceful piano music]

You've not seen any of my paintings, have you?

I don't think so.

Well, you won't like them.

They're not modern or adventurous or anything like that.

They're a bit cheap and vulgar, really.

You don't really mean that.

Oh, but I do.

I'm second-rate.

Well, that's not bad, mind you.

Most people would be extremely glad to be that.

Aren't you most people?

No, of course not.

I'm as unusual as you are.

[laughs]

My darling Louise.

I'm not laughing at you.

I kind of knew from the moment I saw you

you were something very special.

And by golly, you are.

Now, come along, Zoe.

It'll do those airmen good to see a pretty young face.

And it'll do you good to visit them.

Now, I suggest you do it today.

Hm?

[baby crying]

It's very good of you to help us, Mrs. Cazalet.

We're a very small unit,

but they all need a lot of nursing,

and I'm so short of staff.

Oh, I don't know anything about nursing.

Oh, we shan't be expecting that of you.

No, it's more company they need.

I'll start you off with Roddy.

He wants a letter written for him.

Roddy?

Here's Mrs. Cazalet come to see you.

Dear me, those pillows do slip, don't they?

There's a chair there, Mrs. Cazalet.

Up you come, there.

There we are, that's better.

Yes, Pilot Officer Bateson has really been in the wars.

One was enough, matron.

Hello.

Yes.

I can see why you wish to draw her.

So, now, which do I prefer?

I think the black ink.

Well, they're none of them perfect, Mummy,

but I'll do better next time.

When will next time be?

Not long, I expect.

Dear Mum.

Well, how are you?

It's a nice place here.

I'll be staying a few weeks,

'til they send me back to Godalming for the next operation.

Please thank Milly for her card.

I hope Dad's enjoying the home guard-

Hang on, you're going too fast for me.

Sorry.

It's all right.

I've just got to Aunt Milly.

She's not my aunt.

She's the dog.

Oh.

When you smile, you remind me of someone.

Vivien Leigh, that's it.

Vivien Leigh, but she's dark.

It's not the hair, it's the smile.

Ruth and I saw "Waterloo Bridge" three times.

Who's Ruth?

Where was I?

Please thank Milly for the card.

I see you're married.

Yes.

He was in the Navy.

Rough luck.

I'm afraid I can't lift it back.

Thank you.

Ready.

Please could you ring Ruth and tell her not to come?

You could tell her we're not allowed visitors.

Only I don't want her to come.

Well, I've had such a lovely time.

So have I.

And Mummy's really taken to you.

-Has she? -Oh, yeah.

Look, I'm sorry it couldn't be any longer,

but as I told you, Mummy wants to come to London

and spend the last night with me.

She wants me to herself because the Lord knows

when I shall have more leave.

You do understand that, don't you?

Of course.

My friend Stella is meeting the train,

I'm gonna spend the night with her.

Right.

I should like to kiss you goodnight.

Now I must leave you, this is getting to be too dangerous.

Goodnight, Louise.

Goodnight.

[birds chirping]

Are you on your own, young man?

Going home to London, are you?

I'm an orphan.

Oh, dear.

I am sorry.

I'm going to Ireland to start a new life there.

Oh, I see.

[telephone rings]

Squadron Leader.

Yes?

Yes, he's my nephew.

I've given him some tea.

The poor boy was very hungry, I think.

Thank you so much, Miss Treeves,

I'm afraid you've been put to a lot of trouble.

Not at all.

Just as well his name wasn't Brown or Smith. [laughs]

Yes.

Anyway, he's a charming young man.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Neville.

Come on, Nev.

Goodbye, Miss Treeves.

We'll discuss this later.

Poor Neville.

He's obviously missing his father as much as Clary is.

Oh, yes, yes, I'm sure he is.

Look, darling, I've been thinking,

I couldn't possibly let you

spend the night here at the moment,

the bombing is far too intense,

but it's quiet enough in the daytime,

and well, if you come up, we could have an afternoon.

Well, it was so wonderful last time, wasn't it?

Well, it is rather difficult at the moment, Sid.

If I am in London, I'm so busy at the office,

I really don't see how I could manage to get away at all.

No, of course not.

Well, perhaps soon.

Oh, yes, soon, definitely.

All right, darling.

Bye-bye.

[chattering]

Hello, darling.

I'm Louise's father, Edward Cazalet.

[Louise] Daddy, this is Lady Zinnia and Michael Hadleigh.

How do you do?

Commander.

How do you do, sir?

I hope my daughter's been behaving herself.

Quite beautifully.

Where's Stella?

Stella telephoned your mother,

I'm afraid she has influenza.

She said you really shouldn't stay with her tonight.

I volunteered to take my daughter out for a slap-up dinner.

Oh, how lovely for you, darling.

Where are you going?

[Edward] Rather thought I'd leave that up to Louise.

Where would you like to go, darling?

[train whistles]

Honestly, Daddy,

I don't think we should go out for dinner.

It'll be awfully late when I get home if I do.

You're not going back to Sussex tonight, darling.

There'll be no taxis at the station on a Sunday,

it's very unfair to ask Tonbridge to come out.

No, I've settled it with your mother,

we're going to put up Lansdowne Road for the night.

It's only half shut up, perfectly habitable.

In you go.

-Going to Ireland? -[laughs] Yes.

So, she smelt a rat, found out his name,

looked us up in the directory,

and someone at the office

must've given her the Hendon number.

So, what's gonna happen?

I don't know.

Probably go back to school in a couple of days.

If they'll have him.

Poor Neville. [laughs]

Poor me, you mean.

All that trekking about.

Good wine?

It's lovely, thank you.

This is very, very pleasant.

Yes, it is.

You're not too serious about that chap, are you?

He's just a friend.

Why?

No, just bit young for all that sort of thing.

Don't want to lose you just yet.

Why on earth did you run away, Nev?

What were you going to do in Ireland?

Live by the sea with a donkey and fish.

And what about when Dad comes back?

I hate you!

Nev.

I hate you for going on about Dad.

You always talk about him,

just when I'm trying not to remember him.

That's why I wanted to go to Ireland.

To get away from everything.

I'm sorry, Nev.

I really hope you don't go away.

I'd miss you so much.

Don't go away just yet.

I might come with you, if you wait a bit.

Night cap?

Oh, no, thank you, Daddy.

I'm very tired.

I think I'll go straight to bed.

Ah, right.

I think I'll just get a quick whisky,

and then I'll turn in myself.

[sirens blare]

Just came in case you were frightened.

I'm not in the least bit frightened.

Good for you.

Now, jump in, I'll tuck you in.

There we are.

-[growls] -[Louise laughs]

Ah.

Yes, I know you're growing up.

It's just, didn't seem so long ago

you were just my little girl.

A big girl, aren't you?

[Louise yells]

Sorry.

Sorry.

I wouldn't have hurt you.

[explosion booms]

You seem to be hooked on people's bosoms.

You had your hand on hers, I saw you in the theatre.

Can't have been, must've been someone else.

I had opera glasses, it was you.

The lady had dark hair, a fox wrap.

I saw her in the ladies during the interval.

She's an old friend.

[Louise] Yours and Mummy's?

Mummy's met her, yeah.

But she doesn't know you go to the theatre with her,

or anything else, she doesn't know about the weekends.

How on earth...

Lou, you're not old enough to understand-

Stop treating me like a child when it suits you,

and a tart when it doesn't!

I hate you, you're horrible,

and you tell lies!

Yes, Lou, I do, occasionally,

but only because I don't want to hurt your Mummy's feelings,

and you don't want to either, do you?

Telling her any of this

would just make her dreadfully unhappy.

I can't explain to you why things are the way they are,

you'll just have to trust me.

I mean, just have to accept it.

[explosion booms]

[clinking]

Anyway.

There we are.

Well, I only came in to see

if you were frightened by the raid,

I was going to say we could go to a shelter, if you like.

I'm so sorry I got carried away, I'm really, truly sorry.

Won't happen again.

No.

Well, I'll say goodnight.

[Man] 100 bombers in that raid, they say.

[Woman] God.

What they doing, killing women and children?

Terror bombing, that's what it is.

Trying to scare us into waving a white flag.

Your boy's still out of London, isn't he, Frank?

How should I know?

I'm never here.

Anyway, he's not my boy, she says.

I'd better get on.

It doesn't mean I'm not worried sick for him.

-Really? -Yes.

Here we are.

I'm so glad you had such a good time.

Yes.

We got your postcards and I read them to Wills.

Edinburgh looked lovely.

Yes, it is.

[sighs]

Are you all right, Mummy?

Yes, of course.

Just a little tired, that's all.

I didn't get much sleep on the train.

Can I get you anything?

No, darling.

Oh, don't fuss.

And don't say anything to the others.

I'll...

Just leave me alone for a while,

and I'll have a little rest.

All right?

All right, Mummy.

There's a good girl.

[sighs]

[Villy] Hello, darling.

Wasn't it kind of Daddy to meet you

and take you out to dinner last night?

We had an air raid.

[Villy] Yes, and he said it was quite a bad raid,

and you were very brave.

Well, I told him I wasn't frightened of bombs.

[Villy] Now, darling, there's been a telephone call

for you from Northampton,

the director of the theatre there.

He said you wrote to him about a job.

Yes, I did.

[Villy] Well, it seems that someone's dropped out,

and he asked if you could go up there this morning

and start rehearsing straight away,

and I said, well, I didn't think-

Of course I can, Mummy, that's wonderful!

So, telephone your mother, let her know what you need.

Yes.

She'll have everything sent up.

Well, better be off.

[slow sombre music]

[Diana] What's the matter, darling?

Mm?

[Diana] Can't you sleep?

No.

Just things on my mind.

Bombing, the war, that sort of thing.

-Try not to worry. -Mm.

Everything's gonna be all right.

[exhales slowly]

Oh, darling. [laughs]

There you are.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure.

Cheers, Mrs. Cripps.

Cheers.

Oh, this is nice.

Yes.

Mind if I smoke?

Oh, course not.

Landlord was saying it was on the news,

Hitler's invaded Russia.

Oh.

What do you make of that?

He might've bitten off more than he can chew.

Let's hope you're right.

This is nice.

Yes. [laughs]

[peaceful jazz music]

[Michael] Darling Louise.

We did have fun that weekend, didn't we?

Those drawings I did of you didn't do you justice.

But I've got one of them with me now,

and it does at least serve to remind me

of small, important things,

like the way your mouth turns up at the corners.

Well, now, I shall not be with you tomorrow.

I'm going to London to give up

my lodgings in Stoke Newington.

There's really no point in keeping them on.

And I have been given the day off to perform the task

of moving my possessions down here.

So, you girls will have a holiday. [laughs]

[Clary] When do we ever get a holiday?

I'm trying to be a writer, Pol.

When do I ever get time to write?

Isn't that Christopher?

Christopher?

I didn't know he was coming.

Did you?

It's lovely to see you, Christoper, darling.

Well, I see no point in staying on a school,

not now that I'm 18.

So, I thought I'd come down here and work in the garden.

[Kitty] Oh.

[Christopher] That's if it's all right with you.

[Kitty] Oh, yes, of course it is.

You were such a great help last time.

Why didn't your mother telephone?

I'd have come to collect you from the station.

Well, I walked most of the way,

and I got a lift the rest.

So, it was easy, actually.

This is yours, Miss Millament.

Oh, I don't think I need that, Mrs. Turner.

Well, I don't, do I?

It's all right for some,

running off to the country now the bombing's got so nasty.

Some of us have to stay and face it.

It's where my pupils are.

I really do hate giving up this room,

but I've hardly been in it for over a year,

and I just couldn't justify keeping it on.

[Mrs. Turner] The taxi's here, the clock's ticking over.

Mrs. Turner,

would you be so kind as to ask the driver

if he'd come up here, give me a hand with these cases?

I did.

He said he couldn't do luggage.

He's got a bad back.

I see.

Miss Millament!

Oh, hello, Viola!

How very kind of you.

Oh, not at all.

Ooh!

Let's get you a porter.

Porter!

Oh!

Oh, dear.

Oh, never mind, Miss Millament, let's...

Let's get those out the way, get you out.

There.

All safely stowed away.

Miss Millament, what is it?

[sobbing]

Oh, please.

Please, tell me what's the matter.

It's just...

Now that I've given up the room,

I've got nothing, have I?

Well, of course you have, you've got us.

But I have to feel useful.

I was useful to Papa for all those years.

And I started to teach you and Jessica,

and that felt useful.

And I love teaching Polly and Lydia and Clary,

but they will get older.

So will I.

I won't be able to teach.

Miss Millament, my dear.

You will never be abandoned.

Now, why don't we go to the Gateway

for tea and scones?

-That'd be lovely. -Yes.

Christopher.

He's here, isn't he?

Come on.

Sit down.

Oh, go on, sit down.

Well, this is some tomfoolery.

Running away from school.

I haven't run away.

I've left.

Thought I'd come down here and do some useful work.

[Raymond] There's far more useful work for you to do

than helping in the garden here.

You were 18 last week.

When will you be joining up, Christopher?

I'm not going to join up, Dad.

I'm not going to fight.

I don't believe in fighting.

You know all this.

Oh, pull yourself together, you bloody milksop!

I fought, didn't I?

I lost a leg at Ypres fighting Germans.

I wasn't even born when you fought-

Oh, don't be stupid!

You were the future generation.

We fought to save you.

Well, then, why is there another war?

There's no future in war, Dad.

I'm very sorry.

Well, don't think the alternative will be pleasant.

If you won't fight, you'll work.

You'll do hard physical work.

You'll build roads or defences or airfields or whatever.

Now, get your things.

You're coming back with me.

[sombre piano music]

Hello.

How's things, Roddy?

They'll be all right,

as long as you don't read me P. G. Wodehouse again.

[laughs]

I laughed so much last time, I was in agony.

Well, I brought Sherlock Holmes,

but I'm afraid I can only stay 10 minutes today.

10 minutes?

[Zoe] I'm sorry, but I've got Juliet with me, you see,

and I had to leave her with matron.

Yes.

I suppose you had to leave her with matron.

[Zoe] Well, you know what babies are like.

They take all one's attention.

I understand.

I could start a story.

I'm not really feeling like one.

Anyway, you couldn't read much in 10 minutes.

Oh, I am sorry.

But it's the nanny's day off, you see.

Anyway, I'm tired.

I'm sick and tired of the whole thing.

I'll come again tomorrow.

Please yourself.

It's a bit posh, having a nanny, isn't it?

I don't, really.

She just helps me sometimes so that I can come and see you.

[car horn blares]

Shall I come in with you?

No.

Please, I'd rather not.

Are you sure you'll be all right?

Of course.

I've got my own room.

And it's quite near to the place I'll be working.

Oh, do take care, darling.

I'll be fine.

Did the repertory company close down?

No, it did not close down.

Were you given the sack?

No, Lydia, I was not given the sack.

From time to time, they change the actresses,

that's what repertory companies do.

I suppose that's understandable.

People get fed up of the same old faces.

Excuse me, please.

I must write some letters

and make other companies aware that I'm available.

Hoity-toity.

There's a letter for you from His Majesty's Ships.

Oh, thank you.

Who is it from?

Michael Hadleigh.

Hm.

I told him I was leaving the rep,

so he's written to me here.

Daddy says he's much too old for you.

Hm.

Please don't be rude.

Mummy, Michael's writing to me, not proposing to me.

[laughs] I have no fears he would ever do that.

Yes, there's one for you.

It doesn't make any difference, Pol.

It's just that General de Gaulle couldn't trace him.

It doesn't mean that he's dead.

[cheerful music]

Where you going?

Just upstairs to wash.

No, you're gonna pack your stuff.

You're not staying here anymore!

Why not?

Because we don't want you, that's why!

Bad enough you being a codgie.

We're not having a nancy boy in the house!

I'm sorry?

[Man] I was talking to some others building that airfield.

They tell me you're a nancy boy!

That's ridiculous.

Well, they've been working with you long enough,

their word's good enough for me.

Pack up and get out!

Where will I go?

I don't care!

As long as it's out of here!

For God's sake, you stupid man.

You don't believe what they said.

You're just looking for an excuse to get me out.

You've treated me like dirt ever since I arrived here.

Both of you!

[Man] You leave my wife out of this!

She took my ration book, and what does she give me?

Bread and margarine every day!

While you and she eat the rest!

You're nothing but thieves, the pair of you!

That's it, out!

Get out!

You should be in jail, that's where you should be!

We don't want your sort of filth here!

Give me them keys, go on!

Get out!

What about my things?

[cheerful music]

Here we are.

This is a good idea.

Well, you get queasy leaning forwards.

Yes, I do, for some silly reason.

Then lean back instead.

Ready?

Mm.

Thank you, darling.

This is heavenly.

[sombre music]

Oh, Clary would love this, Dad!

I'd love to give it to her.

Do you think it might not be more than 25 shillings?

'Cause that's all I've got.

I'll soon find out.

How much is that?

Five pounds.

It's exactly 25 shillings.

Oh, how lucky, Dad!

An expensive present for you, though, darling.

I know, but I want to give it to her.

Why are you smiling?

I was just thinking what a very nice daughter I've got.

[Polly laughs]

Now, let's take stock, the writing box for Clary,

the sewing table for your mother.

[Polly] I'm sure she'll like that.

We'll have that sent on.

Now,

anything else?

Pop it on.

What do you think of it?

I should think Mummy would love it.

I should think anyone would love it.

Right, well, I'm going to give it to anyone.

Take it off, then.

What do you mean, anyone?

The first person I meet after I've paid for it.

Thank you.

Could we have the table and the box

delivered this afternoon?

Of course, sir.

-Thank you, good day. -Good day, sir.

Oh, hello, Pol, fancy meeting you.

I knew you'd be the first person I'd meet.

Oh, Dad!

I've never been given a ring before.

I know.

I wanted to be the first.

-Oh, thank you! -Come on.

[peaceful music]

Has Mummy ever talked to you about the possibility

of her having another operation?

Not much.

She did mention it weeks ago,

but when I asked her if it was going to happen,

she said they'd changed their minds.

That was a relief, wasn't it?

The last one made her feel so rotten,

it must've been a relief.

Did she say it was a relief?

She said, well, I said,

"Oh, what a good thing, you must be relieved."

And she agreed, Dad.

Dad, you worry so much about each other.

-You always have. -[Hugh chuckles]

Bless you, Pol.

I bet you're looking forward

to giving Clary her writing box.

Like anything.

May make her a bit happier for a change.

Is she very unhappy?

Dad, of course she is.

She wrote to General de Gaulle

to ask him if Uncle Rupert is working as a spy in France,

and now she's finally got a letter back

saying he wasn't known.

I thought she might face up to the fact

that he's dead and she won't see him again,

but somehow she can't.

Loves him too much to bear it.

[Hugh sobs]

Oh, Dad, oh, Dad, I'm sorry.

Of course, he's your brother,

and you must mind terribly as well.

I absolutely understand.

Sorry about that, Pol.

And I shan't tell Clary.

It would only distress her if you felt there was no hope.

Although, there's always a shred of hope, isn't there?

Must be.

Must be. [chuckles]

Oh, hello, darling.

Oh, must've dropped off.

Aw.

Ah, did you have a good day?

A very good day.

Mm.

It's so nice for Polly to spend time with you.

And for me with her.

Mm.

Right.

Oh.

[chuckles]

Pol, I don't know what to say.

It's so lovely.

Shows you must like me quite a bit.

[Polly laughs]

Well, go on, open it.

It's for Juliet.

I got one of the nurses to choose it for me.

She said it was the best she could find.

Oh, it's lovely.

She'll love it.

Thank you, Roddy.

It's really very kind of you.

You're the first person to kiss me since...

People don't love people just because of their faces.

Or at least, it's awful if they do.

What makes you say that?

I've been that sort of person.

It makes you feel rotten in the end.

You know, like being loved

because you've got a lot of money.

They'd find hundreds of reasons to be in love with you.

They're moving me today.

Three o'clock.

I asked them to let me tell you.

Where are you going?

Back to Godalming.

They think I'm ready for another operation.

I shall miss you.

Perhaps they'll let you come back here to convalesce.

I'd cross my fingers if I could.

[sombre music]

[Man] Off you go.

Such a lovely day.

Well, I don't know about that, darling.

It's still a bit chilly out here for me.

Hm.

Do you mind if we go back?

Course not, if that's what you want.

Not as cold as it was in Scotland last October.

[laughing]

We were a bit unlucky there.

We weren't unlucky, darling.

We had a marvellous time.

Yes, we did.

I can't wait to go back and see more of it.

Well, we will.

Of course we will.

Where are you going?

With you.

I'm just going to change my shoes, darling, I'll be fine.

Of course you will.

It's your precious weekend, go and put your feet up.

Good idea.

Well, go on.

Right.

I'm going. [chuckles]

[peaceful music]

Hugh, what on earth's the matter?

Oh, God, Villy.

I have to talk to someone.

Mummy, do you need your hair washed, I could...

Oh, you're not taking more aspirin.

You know what the doctor said.

These aren't aspirin.

I've been walking.

For my back aches, that's all.

Now, you won't say anything to Daddy about me taking these,

will you?

You know what he's like.

He'd only fuss, and I really couldn't cope with that.

Do you promise?

I promise.

Thank you.

Right.

[clock chimes]

I can't insist without

letting her know how hopeless things are.

It's the awful part of pretending.

Pretending that everything is normal

and life will go on as it was.

Thanks, Villy.

Do I need this.

Hugh, darling, I'm so sorry.

What can I do?

I can't think of anything.

[chuckles]

There's nothing anybody can do.

Are you sure she has no idea?

She has none.

She's quite sure she's going to get better.

She's certain it's just a matter of time.

[Villy] She's going to need nursing, you know.

I mean, I can do all that is necessary for now,

but there will come a time fairly soon

when she will have to have professional help.

[peaceful jazz music]