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EXStan Atkinson

She's only a virgin again to cage, a beautiful sight to see.

There is a war on me.

I find where there is a war on star.

I have a cousin at the front of the movement.

I merely wish to know whether this is still under tell or whether it has become a hospital.

A musical.

It's still a hotel, Adam.

Mayor Weather.

Mother Drinkman.

Oh, you're changing.

Excuse me.

I have been coming to the bench for a long time.

I want to appreciate your living in difficult times.

There are limits.

I ordered my bits.

It's about nine o'clock this morning.

It never arrived.

Oh, I'm sorry if things aren't quite functioning as normal, Miss Dean.

The Mrs. Trot is volunteer talk to me or tell the blessing of the sittice league.

Most guests find it easy to go out themselves.

I'll answer the pump, you know.

What did you listen to?

It's so tumbling down in the kitchen.

Pearl, please.

Language.

Right, here I'll deal with it.

You come with me, dear.

I really can't stay.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid at my age, Miss Phillips.

Handling the pump is rather out of the question.

I should leave in the morning if I'm sorry.

Who's that?

Miss Dean.

Mother.

Urchin.

Go that way, Pearl.

Pearl, can't we do better than that?

No, we can't.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Oh, hey, excuse me, Colonel.

If you wouldn't mind.

That's my chair.

And, well, Fred gets a little upset, you see, sir.

But he's not a dog's hare.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Major, there's no room.

We're jam full.

I asked Mrs. Trot to tell you this morning.

They've got their chips.

What am I supposed to do about it?

You'll have to tell them to send no more.

You know, rather chaotic at the war.

I've heard about this piece before the war.

All the knobs.

Come here, you know that.

That's why they brought us there.

It's the war room, Major.

I think the...

I'm sorry.

All the knobs.

Come here, you know that.

That's why they brought us there.

It's the war room, Major.

I think the ends insight.

Oh, thank God for that.

You're taking long enough.

Patience.

It's all right for you.

I'm a busy woman.

Well, my hard day under this.

You said it would only take a day or two.

Did I?

Well, for any fashionable painter, yes.

To catch the face you show to the world.

I'm not to something different.

Oh, that's why it changed me face 50 times.

Is it open to stumble on it by luck?

Not luck, Major.

Well, perhaps it's enough for today.

Right.

Oh, darling.

Yeah.

Well, still think the mouse too big.

It is.

It's deliberate.

Oh, thank you.

The hands were my biggest challenge.

Hands that have known the rough and tumble of the kitchen

yet retained a delicacy.

Artists' hands.

Yeah, well, can't stand about all day off.

Let me out.

You're going to pop me out later for a night, Cap?

Yes, I may, I may.

Hmm.

So, I miss my little sessions with you.

Takes me mind off things.

I feel like I ship with that a rudder half the time.

Now, alas, you no longer need me.

Your warlord returns.

Yes, I should like to meet him.

I'm very grateful to him.

If he hadn't survived his wounds,

I should have been left with a tragic face that was made.

A pity.

How is he?

Oh, I think he's all right.

Get the DSOs back to him up low-end.

Yes, of course.

You know, I should like to paint all the VCs and DSOs

to see what they have in common.

You really think the mouse too big?

Well, come again tomorrow.

We'll have another look.

Oh, Lana, I think you do it on purpose.

Look, I come tomorrow but I'm not going to be here.

Oh, Lana, I think you do it on purpose.

Look, I come tomorrow but there's like me mouth

but that's the last time, Colley.

All right.

Mm-hmm.

I mean it.

I have it your own way.

I'll see you out.

No, no, no, no, brother.

Too late.

I was at the expense.

Oh, you've gone off to the start of this later, are you?

Erm, Erby, is this the convalescent, Er by Wounded Officer?

Oh, my dear old Bean!

Wait a minute.

Welcome back, my lord.

Thank you, sir.

Good lord, who is this?

Fred too, my lord.

Fred, but it's a girl.

Short for Fred Drikas, er.

Oh.

Congratulations on your dear, sir, my lord.

Thank you, sir.

Is Mrs. Todreber?

Hey, just having a portrait banded.

For posterity, my lord. Can I take your thing?

Oh, thank you.

Yes, that's right.

Colley has insisted on painting head, isn't he?

Yeah.

Sit yourself down.

Oh, thank you.

Look, erm, we weren't expecting it until Monday.

Oh, and I couldn't stick that hospital another minute.

But I, I put some fellows in your sitting room.

I'll go and get rid of them.

No, no, no, don't do that.

That'd be so I bet them so free.

Bedroom, yes.

That's all I need.

Champagne.

Oh, sorry.

Tell me I'm not allowed in.

Oh.

Oh, dear, how dreadful.

Double these head wounds, eh?

How are you feeling?

Oh, not too bad.

Fine, really.

Shell, wasn't it?

Yes, tiny bit of shrapnel.

Just there, back in April.

They took it out in France.

Left me there.

I seem to forget about me.

Then they shipped me back a few weeks ago.

Heads intact, brains intact, sights intact.

I'm lucky, really.

What about you?

What happened to you?

Oh, absolute faith-offs.

You tell him.

No, you tell him.

Well, eventually they got down to the dregs.

Called me up.

Well, there I was.

First day of action.

Guts wobbling with fear.

Got shot in the arse by one of my own chaps, so they tell me.

It was a very painful to sit down.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

What cruel luck.

Yes.

Well, I made myself useful.

Organizing in prompt-to-entertainments and so forth.

You're just in time for tonight.

We've arranged a little surprise.

What?

What?

What?

What are you doing here?

Are you going to send me back?

Yeah, no, no, no, no.

It's perfectly all right.

So?

Madam?

This is a prototype.

Very good, Madam.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I see.

You're not going to let us down tonight, are you, Major?

Oh, well, if you put it like that, I'm...

Louisa.

Home again, eh?

Yes.

Yeah, stop playing that thing, man.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

No.

You're playing that thing, man.

I can't hear myself drink.

Yeah.

Have some of this.

Keep you quiet.

Who's paying for it?

Well, I don't know, do I?

Not me.

I'm broke to the world.

Who's regaining, then?

Me.

Anywho, come on.

What are we doing here?

We're the Major Brotus, didn't we?

Enjoy it while you can.

Make yourself at home, his head.

Home.

It's not much like my home.

Oh, come on, Brian.

Relax.

You made me jump, you do.

Oh, see?

For us.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

This is for Lord Hayslimir.

Lord Hayslimir, these are his rules by right.

It's easier.

You'll be up in a minute.

Who put you in here?

The Major.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.

There's been a mistake.

You'll have to go.

Bloody hell.

Chucked out for a bloody lord.

I knew it.

Lord Hayslimir, for your information, is a captain in the Coldstream Guards.

And he's won the DSO.

And he's been very badly wounded.

Now, will you leave?

Oh, well, Schkell.

Yes, I'm well.

First well, Schkell, I've seen in months.

I know pretty one.

Where'd you come from?

Come on.

Let's pack up and go.

Not so fast, this young lady and I have things to talk about.

Things of local importance.

It's quiet and in the bedroom.

Let me go.

Oh, come on now.

You're not going to disappoint me, are you?

We're the same, really.

Please, you're hurting my arm.

Let go of her.

All I want is one little kiss.

Let me go!

You stupid monster!

Don't stop the bastard!

Do you want us kicked out of here altogether?

Broke my bloody leg.

Get off.

I won't forget that, boy.

You all right?

Yeah.

Mr. Shebberwatch just turns to the old Mary.

Poor old Evelyn.

Yeah, I saw him just a few hours before.

Grenadiers next door to us.

His trench.

A lot of them just wiped out.

The day before I got this.

Oh, Lord.

Practically all our old friends.

What'll happen to us?

We're going to concentrate on the living, Charlie.

We can't forget.

I'm down here.

Sorry to interrupt.

But we're just about to begin.

You come in.

No, not tonight.

Tommy got me a kiss to do.

You carry on with out us.

We'll make too much noise.

Oh, but you must come.

I mean, we can't do it without you tonight.

Well, I want to hear.

Come on.

Come with me.

All right.

All right.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

All right.

Hey!

When is it, Lord?

Sit here, will you mind, please?

And you there, my Lord.

I can't tell you no more of this.

All right, thank you, Sir.

Thank you.

Thank you.

My Lord, ladies and gentlemen.

The staff of the Vente Catale and friends are proud to present

proud to present a song in honor of Mrs Trotter.

I let it be felt.

The word is not the two. Get on with it.

Oh, oh, very well. Then right.

Yeah, thank you. Thank you.

Oh, no. Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Right. Can we start again, please?

11.

First the major had to go, which didn't get us far.

Then we passed the duty on to Fred and Mr Star.

Oh, Lord, is it me?

Oh, Lord, it is indeed.

I wish I was to lend an admin ID, and one free.

Finally we decided it was all beyond the talents.

Or set down and had a drink and thought about the things.

Felt a pack of sand regret.

The major he had lost his bet.

Chloe told we gave it up and shouted out.

Oh, Mrs Trotter, what shall we do?

We wanted a ride to song to show that we could live the world of you.

But when we came to ride it, we couldn't make it right.

Oh, Mrs Trotter is a bit of bloopy-shy.

Oh, Mrs Trotter is a bloopy-shy.

Yeah.

Oh, Mrs Trotter is a bloopy-shy.

Yeah.

Oh, Mrs Trotter is a bloopy-shy.

Yeah.

Oh, Mrs Trotter is a bloopy-shy.

Yeah.

That was song from you, Louisa.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm hopelessly out of practice, whatever it is.

I've got to keep the home fires burning.

How did that go?

Um...

It's coming on that.

Yeah.

Keep the home fires burning now.

What's our yearning?

Sorry, sorry.

What's the matter?

I just...

I...

Stop.

Don't worry, everybody.

It's all perfectly alright.

Thank you very much.

Now, we're all singing.

It's just a bit too soon.

We need to hold your home fires burning.

Why the hearts are your name?

Doesn't that support us?

All are away to freedom.

Oh, oh, oh.

There is a superlion.

A superlioning.

Round the dark,

Round shining.

Turn the dark clouds in soy out.

When the heart is gone.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

What's this not doing in here?

In and out.

I'm sorry, it's my fault.

I wasn't expecting Charlie back until Monday.

Come on out.

We know where to put them, madam.

I don't care about that.

No, let them stay.

Right?

Well, that's the idea, isn't it?

To offer the benting to convalescent officers.

Oh, clear it out before you go.

It ain't a blatant barracks.

I'd be able to get you back to that hospital.

Oh, no, no, don't.

Don't send me back without the new ribbon, please.

I'll be all right, it's just too much excitement.

That's all.

Don't worry.

Minor setback?

A little bit expected.

A little hearty breakfast, so I'm told.

Yeah.

Where do you then?

Oh, morning, my lord.

Morning, start.

Oh, I'm sorry, my lord.

No, no, no. You're right.

I was in the flying office, then in number nine.

Pottie on the top of the door.

He's supposed to get him a smelly moon.

Morning, Charlie.

Morning, Louisa.

Well, where do you want to?

I've never been bleeding Pottie.

May just take me in the bus.

You care for a ride?

Yes, of course.

You mean you're actually going with that for me?

Well, I was hoping you'd be a good boy and stay in bed this morning.

I feel fine this morning. Never felt better. Come on.

Now, you sure you'd feel up to it?

I'm sure.

You look fresh out, doing good.

You think he's all right?

Right as any of them has been out there, Mary.

It's the nervous system that takes the buffet in.

Been a bit of controversy about the mouth.

No, no, the mouth's perfect.

And the colors of the dress set against the background perfectly judged.

You've captured her.

I've lost in admiration. Congratulations.

I'm overwhelmed. Thank you.

What are you going to do with it, then?

Well, certainly I should exhibit it.

And I shall buy it.

Hey, Arlene, Colley, made yourself a sail.

Hang very nicely on the hall.

I'm glad I'm here.

Don't want to look at myself all day.

Anyway, it's not for the benting toes for me.

I shall have it in my rooms.

Above the fireplace.

The benting can have it when I'm gone.

Can we take it with us now?

No, let me keep it for a day or two, will you, too?

Tidy it up.

Lord Hazelmere, please.

Would you sit for me when you have the time?

Me.

It would give me the greatest pleasure to paint you.

Yeah, go on, Charlie.

Tip attack.

All right.

I might even buy yours if it's good enough.

Okay.

Can we start soon, say, in a day or two?

Well, yes, we'd better.

I may have to return to France, depending.

Well, you don't have to go back for a few weeks.

Got to rest up for a bit.

Now, don't you worry, Colley. I'll see you again.

Come on.

What about me?

My face of any interest?

No.

You and Whitehall turn.

Goodbye.

And once again, congratulations.

Goodbye, Lord Hazelmere.

I'm sorry.

My fellow officers chuck me out.

They don't appreciate music.

I'm sorry about what happened last night.

No manners, some people.

Well, they forgot from now.

Do you mind if I stay?

No, not at all.

Thank you.

Well, I'll see you.

I'll see you again.

I'll see you again.

I'll see you again.

I'll see you again.

I'll see you again.

Oh, Lord, it's all.

Thank you.

My name's Brian Spedding, by the way.

What's yours?

Miss Phillips.

Miss Phillips?

Mary, dear.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Didn't mean to interrupt anything.

You're not.

Mrs. Cochrane wants those menus.

Oh, yes.

Here they are.

Stop.

Excuse me.

Sir, it's Mary, is it?

I don't know how to play the violin.

He tried to teach me.

Oh, no, I can't play now.

I couldn't play then.

You play good well, do you?

Yes, of course I just heard you.

Mary.

Yes?

Would you like me to play some more for you?

I will if you want.

Sit down.

There it is.

A little bit down on the right, thanks.

Yeah, that's fine.

Fine.

Thank you.

Oh, what do you think of it?

I was wondering if he quite got the nose, my lord.

The nose?

Oh, I think it's lovely.

Yeah.

It's all with all of them.

Yes, thank you, sir.

They'll come and take it away in a couple of weeks for an

exhibition that I had to have it in the meantime.

I'm sorry they left your room in such a mess, my lord.

We think as officers they'd know better.

Still, I suppose they used to sample private cleaning up after them.

Sorry, what?

Nothing else just chartreting.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Nothing else just chartreting.

And Mr. Maryman said when he took him dinner this evening he

couldn't find his knife and fork properly.

Everything he did, he seemed to miss things and was

angry with himself.

Yeah.

Do you think we should call his doctor, man, at the

hospital?

I don't know.

What do you think?

The problem is getting Charlie to admit there's anything wrong.

But I do have a suggestion for what it's worth.

Surgeon, friend of mine, we were at school together actually.

Sir Ernest Horsfield.

I'm sure he'd take a look at him.

What kind of surgeon?

Brain surgeon.

Harley Street.

Top man.

Always was.

Captain of cricket.

All right.

Get him here.

This is ridiculous.

It's absurd.

It's quite unnecessary.

I'm afraid you've been brought to you.

I don't know if you're a floor spritensive, Sir Ernest.

There is nothing that matters with my my my site or any other part of me.

I'm sorry you've had to waste your time.

My dear fellow, I just happened to be downstairs.

Like hell you were.

With my old friend Toby here.

He was talking about you.

Tell me about your heroic deeds and your wounds.

He mentioned your dizziness fell the other evening and I'm merely offered to take a look at you.

I can easily go.

I will go if you insist.

I'm sorry that was extremely rude of me.

I do apologize.

Good heavens, I quite understand.

I find myself flying off the handle at the slightest cause.

And I've been no nearer the front than Beline.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Come and sit down, will you?

Oh, this dizzy spell.

Was it the first since you left hospital?

Yes, but well, they did warn me to expect minor reactions.

Right.

Any pain?

Headaches?

Nothing to speak of.

Read this, will you?

The poem captured.

And beneath it?

26,000 prisoners taken and over a hundred guns.

We're winning at last.

What's the time by your clock?

17 minutes past four.

Good?

Now I want you to get up and walk across the piano, will you?

No, come back to me.

Sit down again.

All right, so we're looking.

This looks right ahead.

You ever experienced any visual hallucinations?

I mean, flashing lights,

unformed objects, rings, colours?

No, nothing like that at all.

No specific pictures?

Like a field, landscape?

Lady by a babbling brook?

Not in that.

That's the only lady I have a vision of.

Is that Mrs. Trotter?

Yes.

Can't you recognize it?

Oh, really good.

Who painted it?

A calling host.

Oh, yeah.

Now, look into my right eye.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Three.

Now?

One.

And now?

Three.

You ever get sensations of weakness in your hands and legs?

Well, I get pins and needles occasionally.

I thought my eyes were on trial.

Now look in the wound?

Oh, yes.

Now, I was operated on in France.

Yes, McKinnon, wasn't he?

Yes.

Well, how did you know that?

I thought you were just passing by.

Neat and tidy.

A curiously obstinate healing up.

Hmm?

Well, I don't know how long these things are supposed to take.

No, good night.

I'm just having an eye look.

Straight ahead of you.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait, there's an eye.

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, wait a minute.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'd like to see you.

Alone.

You can stay away from us.

Come down to the dispense.

Speak up a tea.

It won't.

I don't tell us to have my tears on us.

Oh, no.

The ladies of our village then,

they thought they'd make a start.

Our milkman's now a woman.

And the cokeman is a tart.

That's not in the coke, you know?

It's hard to be exact on one brief examination,

but certain things are apparent, I'm afraid.

The head wound has impaired the sight,

and I think there could still be a tiny fragment

of splinter buried in there.

The optic disc at the back of the eye,

when the nerve fibers lead to the brain as antrifid.

What does that mean?

Well, looking on the bright side, he could stabilize.

His sight could remain as it is now for the rest of his life.

Or there could be further deterioration.

You mean he'll go blind?

It's something we have to face up to.

Oh, can't you operate?

I could, but too many risks as soon after the recent operation.

I think we have to wait a little.

Just what you get worse?

It's really no choice.

You can lead a normal life, but you must keep an eye on him.

You find distances difficult to judge.

Could be a danger to himself, out in the street, for instance.

And I want you to let me know at once if you notice any weakness

in his limbs, uh, slight paralysis of the hand,

limp, anything like that.

I'll see him again in a fortnight.

A proud man and dear.

Strong will.

He may try and fool you.

Be vigilant.

Goodbye, Mrs. Trotter.

Take care.

I'll see you early.

Major.

I don't want the staff to know about this.

Understand?

Of course.

Thank you, madam.

Well, we're all.

What did Mr. Cochrane come up with in the end?

Uh, subtract, will Lord Aged, Asparagus, and Stogres.

Don't we get an order?

Oh, not permitted these days.

Will Lord boy order the government?

Food, rationing, even Mrs. Trotter can't get around that.

Yes, I see.

Well, I suppose it's reasonable enough.

You're not in the circumstances of your Lord.

It's a miracle.

Choy.

Oh.

Thank you.

Very good.

Uh, we'll eat at nine on the dot.

Very good, my Lord.

Oh, Charlie, this is a nice surprise.

Uh, more than you deserve after getting that eminent headhunter to see me.

Did he confide his mumbo jumbo to you afterwards?

No.

Wouldn't have understood it if he had it.

I am quite well, you know.

Yeah, no, yeah.

These things take time.

That's all.

See the other poor blighters?

I am one of the lucky ones.

And in future, I will be the judge if whether I need to see anybody or not.

I understood?

I like that, Jim.

So, that's enough about my state of health.

Now, let's talk about us and our future.

I don't think the war can last very much longer.

We're making great strides every day.

But poems have been taken and with folks.

We should break through the Hindenburg line on next month or so.

And that should be the end of it.

Which means that if we stick to our original grievance to get married when the gun stopped,

we should be wet by Christmas.

Hang on a minute, Charlie.

Nothing.

Well, you... you do still want to marry me.

Yeah, yeah, of course I do.

Just need a bit of time to think about it, this all.

Look, I know what's on your mind.

It's the bent ink, isn't it?

But you don't have to close it down, Louis.

We really don't have to spend very much time efficiently, you know.

We'll make this our home, make a separate flat for ourselves.

Are you cold, you're shivering?

No, no.

I say, bit of luck, Harry Teach just dropped in.

Promise to do his turn for us. You come in.

Not just at the moment, how about?

What?

Oh, I'm sorry, yes.

No.

As usual.

How did you finally leave him?

I retired with a headache.

He was rambling on, lover.

I might not have been there after time.

Well, the evening, some sort of act of bravado, do you think?

Convincing himself at all, as well?

Well, he must know some, it's wrong.

He spilled the wine twice.

Do you think he detected your anxiety?

Well, he was.

I was a little bit nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was.

Do you think he detected your anxiety?

Oh, no.

I mean, we'll have a question of marriage.

Is that rather tricky?

Well, I...

I did, Louisa.

You think just because he's going blind, I'll chuck him out.

No, good lord, no, but he does put a different slant on things.

I mean, from his point of view.

He's not going to like the feeling of being dependent on you, is he?

Oh, he's going to be dependent on someone.

Ask Gloomy, more with me.

Yes, but it must be his decision.

Not yours.

That's all I'm saying.

He must be given the truth, the medical truth.

Don't you agree?

Who's going to tell him?

I can see the future.

In the tea leaves?

Just like my integrand there.

Give me a hand.

What's the matter?

Don't you want to know your future?

Does it frighten you?

No, I don't believe in all that rubbish.

All the liver tell you is you'll get married.

I've lost the children and live happily ever after.

You won't marry.

Oh, sirs, I will if I want to.

You won't marry me.

Well, I wasn't expecting to.

Because I'm going to be killed.

Oh, no, where does it say that? Come on, show me.

I've got my marching orders back to France.

I shall be killed quite soon.

I've seen my death.

I've seen the spot, the curve in the road.

It doesn't frighten me.

You'll be with me.

But that's silly.

I'll be here. That's nonsense.

Wait and see.

No.

Many tea, Mary.

Oh, yes.

What happened upstairs, then?

What? No, you mean it in your party.

Well, not as limited to say, Mary.

We trained a confidence, don't we?

But I think we'd expect to allow a spit of subway-tent gravity

in the not-too-distant future.

Now, that job is special, is it?

Don't be daffed.

I'll bear about you officers are not allowed in the dispeds.

How do you mind turning your face more towards the window?

That's it. That's perfect.

I'm sorry. Is it too bright?

No, no.

I like the light.

Seems to have died on me.

Care for a stroll?

No, why not?

Back to here about your little show, don't I?

In detail.

In the horse's mouth.

Don't mind talking about it, do you?

When I was in hospital, I made a vow.

Not to spend the rest of my life boring people with my war reminiscences.

Make an exception of me, don't you? A fellow soldier.

It's only frustrating in her living this war, second hand.

Living off tippets.

Well, if you want an herd, it was a bloody mess.

Bungled orders. No great for roaks.

Just a mess.

All right. Yeah, fine.

Bins and needles.

Oh.

Can you imagine war on a day like this?

Hmm.

God mocks in mysterious ways.

It's nearly over if we're to be able to get a little bit of a mess.

I'm going to be a little bit more than a mess.

I'm going to be a mess.

I'm going to be a mess.

It's nearly over if we're to believe the newspapers.

Then what, I wonder?

You and Louis, they'll get married.

She talked about it.

He did.

And, uh, rumors among the staff, of course.

Day of the gun stop.

That was our Pledging Bull loin.

I've been living for the day.

Hello, girl, chap.

I'm afraid I have rather a disagreeable task.

Something that has to be said.

The horse feel speak to us after your examination.

And the fact is, I'm afraid the news isn't too good about your sight.

Nothing definite, of course.

The things could stay as they are.

He emphasized that, but...

Thank you, Toby.

You and Neil already, did you?

I wasn't sure.

I mean, I can see you now, quite well.

Those people over there, most things most of the time,

then suddenly, for no reason at all,

they said it would pass at the hospital.

I didn't tell Louis I didn't want her to worry.

What did the horse feel say exactly?

Is he weeks, months, how long?

He didn't set a time.

One doesn't know.

Yes, well, I know.

Getting worse every day.

And she won't marry a blind man, is that it?

No good lord, no, not on the lease.

She'd marry you tomorrow.

That's not in doubt.

Take me home, will you?

Good luck gentlemen.

Nice medal you're wearing.

Yes, uh, battle of arms, you're wearing that one.

Care to swap places?

If I was a little younger, yeah.

What age got to do with it?

There are young men turned 80 out there.

What's that?

You off my bed?

It's yours.

Oh, I can't.

Go on.

Keep it safe.

I'm not sure.

Glad if you want to, that way we'll stay in touch.

You'll come back for it.

Thank you for the hospitality Mrs. Trotter.

Yes, thank you.

Good luck boys.

She'll be all major.

Gotta be going now.

Back to bloody France.

Oh really?

Goodbye.

Charlie?

No he's uh, I wouldn't not for a bit.

If I was you.

Charlie?

You can't be as late in the door.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Charlie?

You can't be as late in the door.

Charlie, yeah?

Charlie, you've had all afternoon.

Now we've got some talking to do you and me.

Charlie?

A boat?

He asked for its special madam and not to tell you about it.

It's never been no bleeding bolts in this hotel.

He let merriman in, food and drink, but only merriman.

I had a try.

That's right madam.

Mr. Merriman said he ate his food all right.

He seemed quite well, but rather withdrawn.

It plays the piano a lot.

Oh no, I've heard him.

Thank you, Stone.

You won't even see Mrs. Trotter.

That's what I can't make out.

Let us tiff, do you think?

A bit more than that, I'd say, Mary.

Is that tea tray ready for number seven, dear?

Oh, yes, yes, it is.

I'll take it up.

No, you have a rest, I'll do it.

Oh, he wanted biscuits.

We haven't any.

Look, if he's a elation, call a doctor.

No, he's not ill.

Not in the accepted sense of the word.

Well, what's the matter with him then?

With who, dear?

Lord, he's in the air.

Well, we know what the matter is. He's going blind.

Hey?

Oh, I thought everybody knew.

The major told my husband two days ago.

Oh.

That's the last secret you'll ever get.

Oh, be reasonable.

Bound to get out.

Yeah, well, you'll blab her mouth.

Oh, don't blame Toby.

Please, Mrs. Teard.

It might yet all turn out for the best.

You see, I had an idea.

You've heard of St. Dunstan's, the place in Regent's Park.

Yeah, what about it?

Well, I've been reading about it in the newspaper,

so we thought we'd pop along and pay them a visit, didn't we?

Don't tell them about Charlie.

And?

We met a chap called Ian Fraser,

but a nice fellow,

runs the place with Arthur Pearson.

Well, they were very interested in Charlie,

and being his lordship, that sort of thing, prestige.

They agreed to send someone back with us to tell Charlie about the work they're doing

for blinded servicemen.

They thought Charlie might like to help.

And we thought just the thing to back him up a bit.

He's outside now.

Who is?

The Captain Mason.

Well, will you meet him?

I mean, Charlie, you seem to you?

Well, he might.

Worth a try, what?

Yeah, all right.

You see, he was blinded himself.

Mary-Mann Maylord, come to clear away the tea.

And there's a visit of the lordship.

No, I set lord Hazel, Mayor.

Captain Mason, me lord, and St. Judstin's Regent's Park.

I'm sorry to barge in like this.

My name's Roger Mason.

How do you live?

You better sit down.

But chair on your right.

Oh.

Thank you.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thank you.

Two friends of yours came to see me.

Major Smith Barton, left-ten and shepherd.

They told me what happened to you.

I'm very sorry.

Yes, well, hasn't quite happened yet.

No.

No.

Mine was instant at Arras.

The shock is greater initially.

But if it has to happen at all, perhaps my way is better than yours.

At least, that's what they say at St. Dunstons.

Do you know of the work we're doing there?

We're making quite a splash in the newspapers.

Well, yes, I've heard of it, but I'm afraid I can't see how I can be of any help.

Well, perhaps we can talk about it.

Oh, sorry to be hot.

Let's all right.

I brought some stuff along, wouldn't you?

It might interest you.

All right, I've got it.

I knew at once I have to confess.

A man in the process of going blind is a gift for any painter.

Do you want me to continue?

I want him as he was, not like this.

That it'll be killed, isn't it?

So it's more precious than life.

For an artist, yes?

He's an artist.

Most mornings before breakfast, we go for Row on the lake.

Young shop girls volunteer to Cox our boats.

Morale boosting start to the day.

It's attitude, you see.

Tell a man he's afflicted and he'll believe it.

But try and make his life as normal as possible and...

Come and visit us.

Will you?

If you like what we're doing, you could help us run the place.

And he hardly tell you, your name and connections will give us an enormous lift.

Not least in the matter of raising money.

The blind leading the blind.

It's possible.

That's what we've discovered.

I'll leave the Braille and the watch with you.

It's not as difficult as it seems.

Come tomorrow and meet Arthur Pearson and Ian Fraser.

I think you'll get on rather well with them.

Well, can I come running on the lake?

Oh, yes, splendid.

7 a.m.

Right.

Just get my coat and see you down.

Well, I still can.

No.

If one knew that someone came for me,

I would let the world go.

Someone who was true as true as true as me.

Arthur, can you stay for a while?

I guess his trotter in full voice might also be the mirror.

I can hear. I'd love to stay.

I would not give today just a year.

Someone softly sighs.

Let the great big world keep telling us.

Just as long as I've got you.

For I only know that I want you so.

And there's no one else we'll do.

You have simply set me earning.

And forever I'll be true.

Let the great big world keep on turning round.

Now I've found someone like you.

I'm sorry.

Come on, come on, keep my body right.

What the hell's going on?

Something I can do to you, deaf?

You know that? We lost.

We want another way. The way we want another way, damn you.

What are you doing? I don't want an earth hot dog on me.

Charlie, tell it's me.

The summoning earth on me.

Nothing. It's a dream.

It's a dream.

It's a dream.

Nothing. You're there. You just lie back in this.

Shelbers.

Quite near.

I can explosion in my mind.

It wasn't a dream.

Shall I go a doctor?

No, free his eyes.

It wasn't a dream.

I think it's a call a doctor.

I'm clicking my mind.

I can't tell if I'm used for that, don't you?

If he used the juice.

Then corporal had his hand blown.

Something he said, do you remember?

Blackberries.

That's it, you see?

Zungs.

Lips.

Staying with the juice.

Faces like squash fruit.

The wuser.

Yeah, I'm here.

The wuser.

Yes, then. What is it?

What are you doing here? Get back.

Can't you see the sky's lit up.

There's no place, no place for you here.

Not there anymore, Charlie. There's no more fighting.

Yeah, now.

Then the guns stop.

Yeah, they stop for you, Charlie.

Home.

That's right.

Hop that hospital, please.

Louise.

Will you come with me tomorrow?

Rowan?

On the lake with me?

Morning, madam.

It's 6.30, madam.

I was wondering about his lordship's call, madam.

He asked me to call him because he was planning to go rowing

with Captain Mason on the Regents' path of lake.

But Mary's told me about last night.

No, no, don't call him. He'll be sleeping.

Very good, innit?

My lord? My lord?

Do you feel like something to eat, my lord?

Some nice scrambled eggs.

I'm sorry, I was in nuisance last night.

I was in a bad dream, I saw.

Louise, huh?

She stayed up with you.

She's out in the little rest now.

What time is it?

It's just gone off us two in the afternoon.

Now, you eat this if you feel like it, but don't force yourself.

It's very quiet.

It's Sunday.

Would you like me to fetch Mrs. Trotter?

No, no, no, don't just stand there.

I'm sorry.

Julie?

You have a nice rest.

Yeah, thanks.

How are you?

Very peaceful.

You see that tree out there?

I've never really noticed it before.

It's a funny reason.

You only see what you want to see.

Julie, I've been thinking about this marriage of hers.

I don't want to talk about that.

Not at the moment, if I pulled through this.

Of course you'll pull through it.

Listen, I...

I had something to do today.

What was it?

Rowing on the lake out of a telephone captain, Mason.

Oh, yes.

That was it.

Yes, said you could go when you like.

Not to worry about it.

They want me to help them.

Yeah, no, I think that's a good idea.

Listen, do you think you could like...

I'm a handsie, Smith.

Thanks.

I was thinking about Lottie last night.

There's a look of her in your portrait, have you noticed?

You can see it quite clearly.

Charlie, I don't want to be depressing, but...

I think you ought to go back to that hospital for a bit.

Is that what horsefield says?

No, no, I haven't spoken to him.

No, I tried to get him last night. He's immense, Chester.

It's so small this room.

Hey?

No, if you close your eyes, you can still see pictures.

Vividly.

Is that true for the blind?

You can see the exact layout of a garden, for instance.

Where the paths join.

Faces do.

Our gardener, Samson.

So-called because of his great strength.

He used to carry me on his shoulders.

See him so clearly.

Sorry.

That is a hat.

How you about tonight?

What was I saying last night?

Oh, you were chattering on a bit.

About the wall.

Don't remember a thing?

Extraordinary.

Do you think I ought to go back to hospital?

I'd much rather stay here, but if I'm in use since-

Oh, don't be silly.

That's not cast a blight on the place.

No, you stay here, Mary, and they look after you.

But she's a trained nurse, I'm not so bad.

It's a funny thing, Charlie. We've been through together, you and me.

Oh, we've never been in an even killer.

You're picking me up, or I'm picking you up like a couple of old drunks.

Remember that time he was coming back from your lady love?

It's me, stagring back from the market, collapsing in your arms at five o'clock in the morning.

What a way to start something, tuck me blooming around, hence.

Well, from now on, I don't care what you say, we're going to do things different.

We're going to start off with a blooming, great wedding when the gun's stuck.

Just like we promised ourselves.

Then we'll do this place up.

Get ourselves a bit of privacy.

Go up to Yorkshire, do a bit of hunted.

I ain't never seen me on a whole Soviet.

Well, I haven't been on one.

I've done harder things.

Then we'll entertain all them country ladies, give them a dinner they'll never forget.

Chug.

Chug.

Chug.