All language subtitles for The Cazalets s01e05.eng

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]

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