All language subtitles for The.Lady.2011-English

Mr Aris.

The doctor is waiting to see you.

Hello, Michael. Hello, how are you?
Please, take a seat.

It's always very difficult to predict
the progress of something like this.

It could be as little as a five months
or as long as five years.

Enough time for you to put your
affairs in order, I hope.

Shall I ask the nurse to arrange for
your wife to come and collect you?

My wife?

Would that she could.

She lives in Burma now, you see.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Could we pass these around, please?

Thank you.

Today I thought we might talk about,

how the Bhutanese people have always
placed great emphasis on family loyalty,

the bonds of community,

and respect for their elders.

- Bloody rain!
- Yes, come in.

So it's definitely cancer then?

Prostate cancer, as a matter of fact.

And did they give you any indication
as to how long before...

In anything from a few months
to five years.

- Good God, Michael.
- No, no.

I could achieve a lot in five years.

What about Suu? Surely she'll want
to return to Oxford when she hears this.

Anthony! You know as well as I do
if she ever leaves Burma,

they will never allow her to return.

What about you, Michael?
You haven't seen her for three years.

She's your wife,
she's the mother of your children.

The red carpet would be rolled out
if she asked to be allowed to come home.

She can't walk away now.
Too much blood has been spilled.

Countless lives have been lost.

Millions upon millions of people
are counting on her.

Anthony, promise me that you'll keep
an eye out for the boys.

Of course! You can count
on me 100 percent, you know that.

Yes.

- Hello darling.
- Hello angel.

How's the book going?

Slowly.

That smells good.

- We're having Burmese tonight.
- All right.

Stop it!

- Did you think of a title?
- Yes.

Well, it's original. It's...

- There's storm coming.
- Hi, Mum. Hi, Dad.

- Hello, did you have a good day?
- It's okay day. I'm starving, though!

Supper's at seven.

- Do you have much homework?
- It's all done.

- Kim.
- Well, almost.

You'd better get started then.
Hello Alex.

Mom.

In Burma today, violence
has erupted on the streets of Rangoon...

- Suu?
- Hmm?

...an incident in which students
were mown down by the authorities.

Eye witnesses at the incident
claimed that hundreds of students

taking part in a peaceful demonstration
at Inyar lake,

were shot and killed by soldiers
at point black range,

many more protestors sustained
serious injuries.

They are demanding an end
to the military dictatorship

that has ruled the country
with an iron fist since a coup in 1962.

Burma's government is known as one
of the world's most oppressive regimes.

But despite the authorities' determined
attempts to crush this uprising,

it appears that the student's movement,

is rapidly gaining massive popular
support.

Hello.

My mother had a stroke.

I'll sort you out a flight.

Be good, won't you?
Help Daddy around the house.

It will be hard for me to get
to a phone,

so don't worry if it's a while before
you hear from me.

- How long are you going to be away?
- A week. Or maybe two.

Right, that's it. Come on, come on.
We're very late. Come on, rush!

Come on. On time. Okay. Bye.

Bon voyage. I love you.

Driver, please hurry. Please.
I love you. Bye.

- Uncle Leo.
- You are as beautiful as ever.

The whole uproar started
after our General in his great wisdom,

decided to ban any denomination
that wasn't a multiple of nine.

Well nine is his lucky number.

The universities
can't provide lunch any more.

That's why the students have taken
to the streets.

All this just because of the
superstitious whims of a madman.

- Call me if you need me.
- I will. Thank you for everything,

Suu! Suu!

Mum.

- How are you feeling?
- Tired.

- Did you hear about the massacre?
- Yes.

The riots, it made headline news
across the world.

- What's my little boys doing?
- Not so little these days.

Come on.

There's no need for that. Come on,
have a good day. Don't be silly.

Come on, have a good day.
Off you go.

And Kim, put your collar down.
Yes, okay.

- Goodbye. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Dad.

- What are you doing?
- They're looking for students. We must go.

Hold on. She can't leave in this condition.
She should stay here.

Wait.

Don't do anything hasty.
Calm down first.

I suggest we take her back to bed and
then go down to see what's happening.

Oh!

All right.

Violence has once
again erupted on the streets of Rangoon,

when new demonstrations were met
with wave after wave of reprisals.

This morning, soldiers opened fire
on protesting students

close to Rangoon General Hospital,
killing and injuring many.

A curfew has once again been
reintroduced.

- Hello?
- Mikey.

- Suu, darling! How are you?
- It's so good to hear your voice.

You too. You too.

You managed to dodge the bullets then.
I was beginning to worry.

- Sony, I couldn't get away until now.
- Don't worry.

- And I've been missing you all so much.
- Yes, me too. Of course.

- How's your mother?
- There's nothing more the doctors can do.

- So, I'm going to take her home.
- I'm sorry, Suu, of course.

But so many other things are happening,
I hardly know where to begin.

- Hello?
- Hello?

- Hello? I've lost you. Can you hear me?
- Hello?

- Hello?
- Oh, hello. I can hear you again.

- Are the boys all right?
- They're fine.

They're already in bed,
but you mustn't worry about them.

Tell Alex many happy returns
of the days.

- Yes, of course.
- I'll make it up to him when I...

- As soon as I come home.
- Of course, darling.

We're trying to organise the visas.
We hope to join you soon.

- Mikey?
- This is useless. Hello?

Suu!

I'm happy to be home.

So am I.

Daw Suu. My name's Nita May and I have
a message from your husband.

He wanted me to tell you
that their visas have finally come through.

- They will arrive at the end of the week.
- Thank you.

- There is so much to discuss.
- Let's start then.

Leo. So happy to see you.

It is good to have you back.
C'mon, let's go. Please, after you.

Mum. Mum.

Mummy.

- Oh!
- I've missed you.

You better be prepared
for complete chaos.

Ch?

Come on, come on.

Wow.

Mon Mon! How are you?

Lovely to see you.

- Ah.
- Tom.

- Dr Aris.
- Hello.

- How do you do?
- You look shell shocked.

Well, I suppose I had taken it
for granted,

Suu was leading a solitary life,
quietly nursing her mother.

Not all historians get to be a part
of history in the making. Enjoy it.

- Please let me know if you need anything.
- Oh, thank you. I will.

Bye.

Michael.
I'm glad you're here.

Down, down, down, down.
A little further.

Okay. Stop, stop, stop. There you go.
Step away, step away.

- What is he saying?
- He's saying,

that public discontent with government
policies can no longer be ignored.

And that because he's not totally free
of responsibility,

for the events of the past few months,

and because he's getting on now,

he's going... He's going to resign.

There will now be a referendum
on Burma's political future.

- Hello.
- Hello?

Mum.

Some men from Rangoon University
want to speak to you.

They said it's urgent.

Madam. My colleagues and I are
academics from the history faculty,

and we believe you are the only person
who can lead Burma into democracy now.

As the daughter of Aung San,

the people will automatically
unite behind you.

Your father fought and won
independence for Burma.

Here's an opportunity to finish
what he began.

Let's seize this opportunity.

Quite apart from having no relevant
experience,

as you can see,
my hands are more than full.

May I ask that you take some time
to consider?

- Madam, we will have to continue on foot.
- All right.

Let's go.

- Michael.
- Stop the car. Stop.

- Dad!
- Boys, come on.

Keep up.

Suu!

Suu!

Dad!

- Dad, we're gonna get some food.
- What?

- We're gonna get some food.
- Okay. But don't go too far.

Stay right there.
We don't want to lose you.

It may be a little late
to be saying this.

But you realise I've never actually
spoken in public before.

And there's no time like the present.

We'll be watching from the side.

Aung San. Aung San Suu Kyi,

the daughter of General Aung San,

until now an Oxford housewife
and mother of two,

emerged today as Burma's
bright new hope for the future.

- I was incredible, huh?
- Yes. Yes, indeed.

However, a quarter of a century
of brutal oppression,

will not be undone in one day.

There is still a great deal to do.

Glory days of the Raj.
Used to house a staff of eighty Brits,

before Ne Win had them all kicked out.

Okay, here we are.

Wonderful.

- I think we should go.
- No, there's time for a few more.

- Thank you, Tom.
- You're welcome.

- What's wrong, Kim?
- You already missed Alex's birthday.

And now you're going to miss mine.

It's too dangerous
for you to remain here.

And I'd never forgive myself if
anything happened to either of you.

Anyway, a new term is beginning.
You both need to be there when it does.

Come here.

Please. Try to be brave for me.

- Look after your brother.
- I will.

And you. I want you to write to me
every day.

Bye. May May.

- Be strong.
- We will.

- I love you.
- Love you too. Bye.

- Positions please.
- No, I think you should be on the...

One, two, three...

We have to unify all minorities, but
Rijina is in the middle of the mountains.

Democracy will only work if we
include everybody.

They're coming! They're coming!

- Put your gun down.
- I think they should leave.

No. Please put your gun down.
Put it down.

We shall not respond with violence
under any circumstances.

Dr Aris, your visa is cancelled.

- You are to come with us to the airport.
- Do I have time to pack?

One minute.

You have a very busy schedule.
Pace yourself.

Eat well and get good rest whenever
you can, okay?

- We'll be back.
- Let's go!

I'll try another one.

Ah! Lucinda, my saviour.

Come in. Come in, dear.

- Anthony's still here?
- No, he just left.

- No lumps.
- It needs more oats.

No, a little salt.

There.

Here we are. Here.

Looks good.

The arrangements
for the funeral of Dhaw Khin Kyi,

the widow of Burma's great national
hero, Aung San,

were conducted in lavish style.

While the authorities sought to prevent
civil servants from attending the funeral,

locking some in their offices
and refusing sick leave,

the gathering was the largest in Burma
since the coup.

At least 100,000 people surrounded
the coffin on its procession to...

Thank you.

You have been a very dutiful daughter.

Your father would be proud.
And now your duty is completed.

You will understandably be eager
to get home again.

As soon as you are packed and ready,

our limousine will take you
to the airport.

That won't be necessary, General Nyunt.

For the time being my duty remains
here in Burma.

There is an election to be fought.

What about those young boys of yours?
They will be missing their mother.

Well, the sooner these elections come,
the sooner I can rejoin them.

Perhaps on your return, you could urge
General Ne Win to make haste.

The soldiers look very serious.
We should come back another day.

No. Just ignore them.

We will continue in a calm
and orderly fashion.

Stay here first.

We have to go.

In an unprecedented
escalation of intimidation,

Aung San Suu Kyi narrowly escaped
being shot by the military yesterday

while out campaigning in the province
of Danubyu.

Jesus Christ, Suu.

A good day, today.
Isn't it U Win Tin?

Daw Suu! Daw Suu!
Everywhere we went today,

they were picking people up
and taking them away.

Where are they taking them?

Some of them were taken as forced
labourers at the borders,

carrying weapons and drugs
through the jungle

on the account of the generals.

And the others?

We should write to the UN
and Amnesty International,

and tell them exactly how the Burmese
people are being treated by the military.

Yes. Pen and paper, please.

My darling.
Every day brings new atrocities.

Committed by a regime who will stop at
nothing in order to try to hang on to Pa.

But there can be no turning back now
and as my father once advised:

"continue to expect the best
while preparing for the worst."

So darling, please, I beg you,
try your best not to worry.

Morning Dad.

- Your mother sends her love.
- How is she?

Still busy.

I hope she'll be rewarded one day
for what she's doing.

- Good afternoon. You want to go through?
- Thank you.

Professor Finnie.
Forgive me. Forgive me, sorry.

Sorry to trouble you.
My name is Dr Michael Aris.

- I am married to Aung San...
- Of course.

I've been watching your wife's progress
with admiration.

I'm sorry to trouble you,
but I believe you have some influence

with the Nobel Peace Prize Committee.
Would you be willing to forward her name?

It is difficult to envisage
a stronger contender.

Anything that raises
her international profile,

will afford some measure of protection.

The issue of Suu's safety weighs heavily
on me at the moment.

Look, if you have some kind of CV,

I'll certainly ensure it's seen by
Vaclav Havel and his committee.

Well, that would be tremendously
helpful. You see,

I'm haunted by the fear that her luck
is about to run out any day now.

Let me see what I can do.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.
Thank you.

Karma! Just the man I was looking for.
Follow me.

Dr Aris, I've got to...

I'm going to need your help Karma.
Instead of sitting around worrying,

I've hatched a little plan of action.
Now, somewhere here...

Somewhere are copies
of all Suu's old essays.

There's one she wrote about her father.
Another on Burma under colonialism.

Now, you take a look at these.
See what you can dig out.

We're going to put together an application
to the Nobel committee on Suu's behalf.

That's brilliant.

You get stuck in there
and we'll see how we go.

Good man.

It's not much use my saying
to you "Be careful!"

But please be very judicious
in everything you do.

It's all a matter of timing.

If I have any authority left at all
as your very loving husband,

please listen to me.

Please be as gentle with yourself
as I would be if I were there.

Dad, dad!

- Ta da!
- Careful.

Oh, goodness.

Well, well, well.

It looks like Christmas has come early.

- Kim. For crying out loud, be careful.
- All right, Mr Perfect.

Hello? Yes.

What?

Oh dear.

Yes. I'm sorry.

Lucinda, I'll call you later.

Okay, dear. Bye bye.

Dad?

That was your Aunt Lucinda.

I'm sorry to have to tell
your grandfather has died.

And I shall have to go to Scotland
to organise the funeral.

Good morning.

It's time to wake up.

Morning.

Sleep well?

Now, I don't want you to be frightened,

but this morning we have woken to find
the house surrounded by soldiers.

Perhaps it will all come to nothing.
But in case I am arrested,

I have made arrangements for you
to be sent back to England.

So I want you to know that whatever
happens,

you will be well taken care of.
All right?

Yeah.

Yes, yes, I understand.

But are all the lines to Burma down,
or just this one?

I see. Just this one. Thank you.

Stop. Follow me.

While you are in Rangoon,
you are to abide

by the conditions under which your wife
has been detained.

No contact with your embassy
or any person engaged in politics.

- Is that understood?
- Yes.

Enjoy your stay.

What do you want? Chocolate?
We don't have any.

Boys.

Daddy!

Where is everyone?

- Mummy is on hunger strike.
- On hunger strike?

Mikey. Mikey.

They arrived early in the morning
and arrested most of my colleagues.

Except for me. I'm under house arrest.

So I've told them I won't eat,

until they take me to join them all
in prison.

- The cut the phone line.
- With a pair of scissors.

I can't tell you how relieved I am
that you are here.

- When did you last eat?
- About three days ago.

- Four. Four.
- Three. Three.

Ssh.

I must say there's never a dull moment.
What on earth am I going to do with you?

Fears are growing
about the fate of Dr Michael Aris,

who vanished two weeks ago. He has
not been seen since arriving in Rangoon,

to visit his wife Aung San Suu Kyi.

Despite urgent requests from the
Foreign Office for clarification,

the Burmese authorities have refused
to provide any further information

about his well being or whereabouts.

An Embassy official said
that their only information...

Now listen, Suu.

If you die,

the boys will lose their mother.

And your people their best defender.

- Can I try something?
- What?

Sit.

Stand.

I wish to put a proposition to you.

It has been twelve days
since my wife has eaten,

and I must impress upon you

how very rapidly her health
is declining.

She is prepared
to abandon her hunger strike,

if you will offer her a firm assurance,

that her colleagues will be
well treated.

I cannot emphasise enough
the grave danger she is in.

She will not survive more
than a day or two.

I ask you to consider very carefully,

the public consequences
if you fail to act promptly.

Madam. The authorities
wish to assure you that

no harm will come
to your colleagues.

All right?

It's called music.

Well, this has been one of the most
bizarre few weeks of my entire life.

Thank you, for everything. I couldn't
have got through this without you.

- It's going to be quiet.
- I know.

I'll continue to play merry hell behind
the scenes.

Let's pray this limbo is short lived.

I'll be fine Mikey. Please don't worry.

- The boys must be your first concern now.
- I know. I know.

Go.

Go.

Burmese authorities have announced
that elections will be held in May.

However, Aung San Suu Kyi has been
disqualified as an electoral candidate,

on the basis of an obscure law

prohibiting anyone married to a foreigner
from becoming president.

Yes. I understand.

Very well. Goodbye.

- That was the most off wand of calls.
- Who was it?

The Embassy.

They simply said the boys are no
longer eligible for Burmese citizenship.

They will therefore cancel
their passports with immediate effect.

It beggars belief, really it does.

They have obviously decided
keeping the children from Suu,

is the most effective way of breaking
her spirit.

At least they've finally
announced the elections.

Let's wait and see.

Hopefully everything is
about to be resolved.

Yes, hope.

How we all cling to hope.

This is a day few
people in Burma ever expected to witness,

across the country, remarkable scenes,

as thousands of people excitedly
cue in order to cast their vote

in the first election for 40 years,

and here at Life we bring you
the first estimated tally.

Aung San Suu Kyi, 392 seats.

The Burmese Military 10 seats.

Oh, my goodness, boys.
What fabulous news.

In Burma an
extraordinary victory for Aung San Suu Kyi,

and her party the National League
for Democracy.

In a country where public gatherings
of more than five people are banned,

The National League of Democracy
look set

to be celebrating until well
into the night.

Ma Suu.

Aung San Suu Kyi!

Aung San Suu Kyi!

Aung San Suu Kyi!

Hey!

I just want to go and talk to them.
Don't be ridiculous.

You're not going to shoot anybody.

Take a seat, Dr Aris.

Now that the elections
are out of the way,

I am pleased to say
I have some good news for you!

It seems the authorities are finally
willing to come to an arrangement.

If you were to write a letter
to your wife,

encouraging her to come home to Oxford
at her earliest convenience,

they would see no problem in allowing
you to fly out.

I see.

Well, since I haven't
the slightest intention,

of ever making such a request
of my wife,

I shall bid you goodbye.

Those ruthless, conniving bastards.

If they think I'm going to take this lying
down, they've got another think coming.

Let's go.

Despite their
resounding defeat at the polls,

there is still no sign that the Burmese
military will release Aung San Suu Kyi,

to take up her elected role as
the new Prime Minister.

Instead she remains under lock and key,

while leading members of her party,
the National League of Democracy,

are arrested one by one.

Now the monks have taken
to the streets to protest,

and the monasteries are being stormed
by soldiers.

Let me assure you, Dr Aris,

that behind the scenes
we are doing everything possible.

However, it is our point of view
that extending economic sanctions

against Burma, would only play
into the hands of Beijing.

They would seize this as an opportunity
to tighten their economic stranglehold.

Forgive me, I have a very
important meeting to get to,

and I wish you all the best of luck, sir.

Hello.
Professor Finnie.

- How are you?
- I've known better days.

Well, I very much hope I am ringing
with news that will cheer you.

Oh?

The joy and pride I and our children
feel at this moment,

is marked by sadness
and continuing apprehension.

I am not sure if the Nobel Peace Prize
has ever been given

to someone in a situation of such
extreme isolation before.

It has certainly never been given
to a woman in that condition.

Suu is now in the third year
of her political detention,

at the hands of Burma's military rulers
and we her family,

are denied any contact with her,
and know nothing of her condition,

except that she is quite alone.

Selfishly I also hope,

that our family's situation
will be eased

somewhat as a result of this supreme
gesture of recognition

for her moral and physical courage,

and that we may at last be allowed
to pay her visits again.

We miss her very much.

I miss you too.

One of us is going
to have to make a speech

at the actual prize ceremony.
Any takers?

I think if your mother still has
access to a radio,

it would mean a great deal
to her if it was one of you.

I'll do it.

Good. Good man.

Live from Oslo, the BBC World Sen/ice
brings you the Nobel Peace...

I now call upon Michael, Alexander
and Kim Aris,

to come forward to receive
the gold medal and the diploma,

on behalf of their wife and mother.

The Nobel Prize Laureate 1991,
Aung San Suu Kyi.

...to take to
the podium to make a speech.

I stand before you here today,

to accept on behalf of my mother,
Aung San Suu Kyi,

this greatest of prizes,
the Nobel Prize for Peace.

Because circumstances do not permit
my mother to be here in person,

I will do my best to convey the
sentiments I believe she would express.

We must remember
that the lonely struggle

taking place in a heavily guarded
compound in Rangoon,

is part of the much larger struggle,
worldwide, for the emancipation,

of the human spirit from political tyranny
and psychological subjection.

The lessons of the past will
not be forgotten.

It is our hope for the future
that we celebrate today.

Music.

Those old generals can't cling
on for much longer after this.

- It's just a matter of time in my opinion.
- I certainly hope so.

We'll just have to wait and see.
The military move in mysterious ways.

- Your mother would be very proud of you.
- Thank you.

Well done.

Oh, yes, thank you. Yes.

No, no, no, no, no. No.

Well, why not?

Okay.

- To Suu.
- Mum.

Kim, take of your shoes,
and don't want any mud in the house.

Dinner is at 7:30 tonight.
Uncle Anthony's coming around.

What's wrong?

I miss Mum.

"The art of people
is a true mirror of their minds."

A-ha. Is that a new face I spy?

What's your name?

Do you speak English?

So what's your name?

- Arun.
- Arun.

Come here, let me show you something.

It's all right. I won't bite.

"You may not think about politics,
but politics thinks about you."

Those were my father's words.

Something for you to think about
while you stand there.

Your Grace, it's very kind of you
to find the time to see me, thank you.

My dear Michael, there is not a day
when I don't think of Suu.

I wonder what more we could be doing.

I'm rather hoping you bring me
good news of some kind.

Well, no, I regret to say things are
moving extremely slowly.

The fact is that the generals are
clearly indifferent to American

and European disapproval.
So without Asia coming on board,

I fail to see how we are going
to make much headway.

No time like the present! Excuse me.

My friends. Hello there.

I wish I could have your time for
a quick word. It's nice to see you again.

We carefully considered your request
to join our association.

And on a whole,
we are inclined to accept it.

I'm delighted! We should make a toast!

However, though America and Europe
are in many ways our competitors,

we are nonetheless reliant
on their good will.

The democratic process takes time.

It is not something you achieve
over night.

We understand.

That's why we think a gesture from you
will be appropriate.

What kind of gesture?

Ma Suu.

Madam. Your restricted residence
is at an end.

You are now free to come
and go as you please.

Yes, hello. Hello?

- Mikey!
- Suu? Suu, is that you?

You may not believe this, but I'm
calling you from the British embassy.

I'm free! Tell the boys,
I'm free again.

- I can't believe what I'm hearing!
- All my colleagues have been freed.

If I get my skates on we might even be
able to be with you as early as tomorrow.

- Yes, tomorrow will be a big day.
- A wonderful day.

And I'm hoping I'll be hosting
the first reunion meeting of the NLD.

- One of the happiest days of my life.
- Hopefully, it will be tomorrow morning.

I'll call the airport. With the time
difference, it may be the day after,

- but we'll see you very soon!
- Yes! Because, Mikey, the fight goes on!

- What goes on?
- The fight goes on!

Suu!

Suu!

I don't think I have seen you looking
quite so radiant.

I'm so happy you're here.

- Hello, mum.
- Alexander.

Where's my little boy?

- It's so wonderful to see you all here.
- Daw Suu, we need to go.

I just need to finish this quickly.
All right?

You carry on. You carry on.

- Dad.
- Yes, yes.

There you are.

- I've been looking everywhere for you.
- Oh, you know me.

I'm never very far.

You have no idea how long I've waited
to hold you in my arms again.

Oh Mikey. I have to keep pinching myself.

I used to think about you, and
try to picture what you would be doing.

And often I talked to you.
Sometimes out loud.

You would always be reassuring.
And reminded me of your unwavering love.

Well...

I suppose you know the world is now
united in declaring you a saint?

I don't care much for that cult of
personality, as you know.

And anyway, a saint is only a sinner
who keeps on trying.

- Well, what are your sinful qualities?
- Have you forgotten?

My terrible temper for one.
My impatience for another.

- And I'm stubborn.
- I know.

Well, I've certainly read some
wonderful descriptions of you.

The Female Mandela.
The Star of Burma.

My favourite was
on the front page of The Times.

There was a beautiful picture of you,
and beneath it said, The Steel Orchid.

Is that how you see me?

Well, seeing you isn't something
I've done very much of recently.

Michael,

if you should ever wish to be free...

To start again. I want you to know
that I will understand completely.

I won't deny this prolonged separation
has been very hard.

Not just for me, for the boys, too.
But I want to make something clear.

Throughout everything,
from the very beginning,

we have always shared
a common dream for Burma.

And far from being an obstacle,

I have always considered it
to be the very thing that bound us.

You really must be the most indulgent
husband that ever lived.

Oooh!

That was the last time I saw her.

Since then it's been one refusal
after another.

I could fill in one of these bloody
forms in my sleep now.

- Oh, thank you.
- You're welcome.

Does Suu know about the diagnosis yet?

For Christ's sake.
You are going to have to tell her.

All in good time, Anthony.
All in good time.

And how exactly are you proposing
to break the news?

Hello?

Mikey.

Suu!

How wonderful. At last.
What a tonic to hear your voice.

- How are you, darling?
- You received my letter then?

- I'm still trying to take it in.
- Yes, of course, of course.

Well, the good news is,
I fully intend to fight it all the way.

And nothing will boost me quite like
coming to see you.

And if all goes well with the visa
and I rather think this might

be the ammunition that could make them
relent once and for all.

There is every chance we might be able
to see each other in time for my birthday.

- We could celebrate together.
- All right. Yes.

So courage, Suu. Courage.
Be of good cheer.

- Hello? Are you still there?
- Yes, I'm still here.

Yes, good. An old student of mine,

a former monk named Karma,

- has agreed to accompany me.
- Oh good.

Yes.

- Take good care.
- All very soon. It won't be long.

- And Suu? Suu?
- Hello?

- Mr Gordon...
- Ssh.

Suu. Suu.

Mr Gordon, we have to explore every way
of putting pressure on the authorities.

I gather from Anthony that a lobbying
campaign is already underway.

He has already spoken with both
Desmond Tutu and the White House.

I want to assure you Suu,
none of us has any intention of resting,

until Michael's visa is confirmed.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Yes.

No, no, no, no, no.
You are your own worst enemy.

Please, Michael. I beg you,
go back to bed.

- It's nearly midnight.
- I know, I know.

Ten minutes, Karma.
Give me ten minutes.

There is a mountain of unanswered
correspondence to deal with.

It can't wait any longer.

Who'll supervise my students
when I'm gone?

People depend on me. I can't just be
lolling around in bed all day and night.

Please, please,
I'll go back to bed in ten minutes.

- You promise?
- I promise.

- See you tomorrow.
- Goodnight.

- Hello?
- Mikey.

Suu. How are you?

Have you heard anything yet?

- Quickly, before they cut the line.
- Yes.

I just need to know. Is there any sign
at all that they will let you come?

Yes. Any day now.

I promise you.
Not long now.

- I've been wondering.
- What?

Should I...

- Do you think I should come and see you?
- No, no, no no.

Darling, you are not even to consider it.

We didn't come all this way just
to fall in the final furlong.

We are being helped
at the very highest level now.

There's every reason...

Mikey?

Hi, Dad.

That was your mother.

She said to send you her love.

Madam, the General has considered
your letter very carefully,

and he asks me to inform you
that unfortunately

the authorities simply do not
have the resources,

to deal with your husband's
medical needs.

No one is asking you to do that.

The Norwegian government has offered
a plane with private equipment.

And the Dalai Lama one of his own doctors
to attend to Michael while he is here.

Of course a wife would wish to be
with her husband at such a time.

I am here to offer you a seat
on the next flight home.

You could be with Dr Aris
by this time tomorrow.

But then you will never let me return.

You are free to choose, Madam.

Your husband and children.

Or your country.

Now, what kind of freedom is that?

Another refusal.

And all the while, time slipping
through my fingers.

I'm simply not ready to go yet,
do you hear me?

And what's to become of Kim?
And Alex?

- Michael, take some deep breaths...
- No, no. No.

Come on.

Oh, God.
I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Michael, please, calm yourself.
Calm yourself.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sick of being sick.

- Allo?
- Who's speaking, please?

- I'm the maid, madam.
- I'd like to talk to my husband, please.

He had a very bad night and they decided
he'd be more comfortable at the hospice.

They left a number. His friend, Karma.
Do you want the number?

Yes. Yes, please.

- Hello?
- Karma?

Madam, I'm afraid the news is not good.
Michael is in a hospice now.

- He is slipping away very fast.
- There must be something we can do.

- They've explored every avenue.
- I'm sorry.

- Hello?
- What? Karma?

Hello?

- Hello?
- Karma?

- Hi, Mum.
- Kim.

He doesn't have much time left.

But I can't.
My hands are tied.

- I'm sorry.
- I know.

But he's dying.

Please, try to understand.
Kim.

It would be the end of everything
your father and I fought for so long.

- Hello?
- Kim?

Kim?

No...

Mum sends her love.

- Karma?
- Yes?

- You know it's my birthday tomorrow.
- Yes, I know.

A fitting time,

for me to take my final bow, I think.

The husband of Nobel
Peace Prize winner Aung San Suu Kyi

has died of cancer on his 53rd birthday.

Dr Aris, an Oxford University academic,
was prevented from seeing his wife,

with whom he had two sons,
for the past three years.

Mikey!

Mikey!

Mikey!

Mikey!

Aung San Suu Kyi!