All language subtitles for Young and Willing (Thompson, J. Lee 1954)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

Jean Raymond.

Jean Raymond. Bring her up.

Take it. Whatever it is.

Members of the jury, are you
agreed upon your verdict?

We are.

Do you find the prisoner
guilty or not-guilty?

Guilty.

Prisoner at the bar. Have you anything
to say before sentence is passed on you?

Jean Raymond.

You have been found guilty of the crime
with which you have been charged.

And I must say that I take the gravest
view of the offence committed by you.

You have had advantages
in life denied to many.

The benefits of a good home.

An education which should have taught
the difference between right and wrong.

It is impossible for me to deal
less than strictly with you.

I'm going to send you to prison.
For twelve months.

If it went against you, I thought it
would be a long time or a short one.

But if you behave, you'll get remission
and only do eight months.

What are you doing tonight, gorgeous?

Let me have your handbag, please.

A friend of yours is waiting to see you.

- Who?
- Doctor Hale.

I should ask him to send you in a
pot of face cream and some powder.

You can take it in if
you've got it with you.

Otherwise, it will be a long time
before you can get any more.

You want to smoke, I expect. It will be
a long wait before you go to Blackdown.

- Alright.
- Thank you.

Hello Michael.

I only heard yesterday.
I came as soon as I could.

- If there's anything I can do, anything.
- There isn't.

I feel to blame for all this.
That night I walked out on you...

- You said a lot of home truths.
- Maybe, but I shouldn't have left you.

At least... not until I had
knocked some sense into you.

Don't let's talk about me.
Tell me about yourself.

Have you got a job yet?

Yes, in Guildford. They've opened
a temporary Health Centre there.

Oh good for you. Are you a big success?

I don't know about that.
The patients seem to like me.

I will only be there a short while so I
am looking for something more permanent.

Michael, will you do something for me?

We're allowed to take cream
and powder in with us.

- Could you run out and get me some?
- Of course.

- What kind do you like?
- Anything.

Your time is up.

I... I hope you'll be alright.

I'll come and see you
whenever I can, and I'll write.

Jean, I'm so sorry for everything.

Goodbye Michael.

Here is a companion for you.

Give us a fag. There's a pal.

- What's your name?
- Jean Raymond.

Oh, mine is "Betty". Betty Brown.

You don't look like the sort of
person that goes to prison.

How long have you got?

- A year.
- That's tough.

I got two years, but I was covering up
for Norman you see. He's my boyfriend.

It was his stuff really.
He only kept it at my place.

And you know, when I saw him in court,
he didn't even say good morning to me.

And me lying my guts out for him.

Of course, he's ever such a moody boy.

He doesn't say much. You know, the quiet
type. But he'll stick by me alright.

He's promised to visit
me whenever he can.

Norman is a good boy, really.

Though mum is not struck on him, but
then she's doesn't know him like I do.

No, I suppose not.

- What are you in for?
- Fraud.

- Got to be pretty smart for that.
- I wasn't smart.

I was just weak.

Come in.

Darling, the results just came through.
I'm qualified! I've got my degree.

- Michael, how wonderful! Congratulations.
- Bless you Jean.

- Let me look at you. "Doctor Hale".
- Let's go and celebrate.

- I can't. I have got to go out.
- Where to?

Just a small party. Nobody you know.

- What are you going to do now?
- Sleep for a month and then find a job.

- Harley Street?
- Stoke On Trent, more like.

- Jean, would you come with me?
- To Stoke On Trent?

Wherever it is. Would you, Jean?

Or am I asking you to give up too much?
That's it, isn't it? You gambling again?

Here we go. You want me to go back
to Cambridge and finish my studies.

Alright. You've heard it all before.

You must understand. If you go to this
gambling party tonight, we're through.

I mean that, Jean.

Then that's that, isn't it.

I'm sorry.

There's no hope for us, Jean. If you
had any guts at all, you'd do ask I ask.

But you're just a miserable,
self-centred little weakling.

Well, I'm fed up trying to
lead you by the hand.

From now on go your own sweet way.

Make your bets please.

No more bets on the table. Thank you.

Seven, red. Odd numbers...

Another couple of hundred Harry.
I'll have to give you a cheque.

Make your bets please.

Make your bets please.

Thank you.

Make your bets please.

Make your bets please.

Dix. Noir.

What a terrible run of luck.

Numbers one to eighteen.

Make your bets please.

I have to be honest with you Mr Seymour.
I haven't the funds to meet the cheque.

Then you haven't been absolutely honest
with me, have you Miss Raymond?

- I shall pay you as soon as I can.
- And when will that be?

I'm not sure. But I always
pay my gambling debts.

- What is that worth?
- I don't know.

- Insured? - Yes.
- How much for?

A hundred pounds.

Perhaps you would like to leave
that with me as security?

I'd rather not. It was the last
thing my father gave me.

You feel safe, don't you Miss Raymond?

You come here to gamble then
refuse to honour your debts.

Because you think that
the law will protect you.

I don't think that.

I've met your kind before, and
I've learnt to take care of myself.

You will find that I have my own
method of exacting payment.

Now... get out!

"With my money gone and no job,
I found it difficult to live."

"Michael, I thought had
walked out of my life."

"And all my so-called friends dropped
me when they heard I was broke."

Pam!

I've been hunting high and low for you.

You've no idea of the trouble
I had finding your address.

Very sweet of you to bother.

When I never saw you around
for a time, I worried.

I imagine things have been
difficult, haven't they?

Difficult isn't the word. No-one wants
to give a girl with no talent a job.

How would you feel about
work in a dress shop?

I would jump at the idea.

I've a friend who may take
you on. You'd like her.

Like her? She'd be an angel from heaven.

Not heaven, dear. Knightsbridge.

"Pam was as good as her word,
and I got the job at the dress shop."

"Soon, we were the closest of friends."

"And sometimes we used to dine
at a restaurant round the corner."

- A telephone call for you, Miss Raymond.
- Excuse me.

- Hello?
- Sheila, is that you?

Who did you say?

I am speaking to Miss Rayband, aren't I?

No. My name is "Raymond". The waiter
must have made a mistake. Hold on.

- They wanted a Miss "Rayband".
- I am sorry, Madame.

- Shall we go?
- Wait. I haven't finished my coffee.

- Damn. I've lost my cigarette case.
- Are you sure?

I wouldn't mind so much, but it is
the last good thing I possess.

Don't panic. We'll find it.

"But we didn't. Although
we searched everywhere."

"So, in the end I had
to claim the insurance."

Pam, we're in the money.
From the insurance company.

We must have a drink on this.
Here, run out to the pub.

"The insurance money was very
welcome. It meant a few little extras."

"And life ran on smoothly enough."

"Until one day, while I
was waiting for Pam."

- Miss Raymond?
- Yes.

We're Police Officers. There's a few
questions we'd like to ask you.

But I still don't understand.

The Insurance Company believes you did
not in fact lose your cigarette case.

What reason do you have
for believing such a thing?

Certain information was there. Have you
any objection to our looking around?

You can turn the place
inside-out if you like.

- What is that?
- A pawn ticket for a cigarette case.

- Have you never seen this before?
- Of course not.

- Can you suggest how it came to be here?
- I have no idea.

I'm afraid we must ask you to
accompany us the station.

But I can't tell you a thing about it.

You would be wise not to say
any more just now, Miss Raymond.

Next witness... Mrs Vickers.

"I felt sure Pam would help
me to prove my innocence."

No, she never told me she'd
lost her cigarette case.

No. I can't say she was a
particularly truthful person.

Yes, she was a heavy gambler.

"And then I knew."

"Suddenly all the odd, unexplained
incidents of the past weeks came clear."

"Of course, Pam was
working for Seymour."

You will find that I have my own
method of exacting payment.

Now... get out!

"No wonder Pam was so eager to find me
after I'd broken away from my old life."

Pam!

I've hunted high and low for you. The
trouble I had finding your new address.

Sweet of you to bother.

"And that night at the restaurant,
when I was called to the telephone."

"That was her opportunity."

No. My name is "Raymond". The waiter
must have made a mistake. Hold on.

Thanks.

"After that, it was easy for her to pawn
the case and plant the ticket on me."

"She certainly did it the day the cheque
arrived from the insurance company."

"And so Seymour exacted
payment. As he said he would."

You mean you were framed?
Why didn't you go for him?

I couldn't prove anything.

Besides, in a way I was guilty of fraud.

I cheated.

Come with me.

- Oh well. Ta-ta home-sweet-home.
- This way.

Come along.

Get into line.

What price Balmoral, Jeanie?

Follow me. This way.

Four receptions.

In here. Take off all your
clothes and put this on.

Here.

Don't be long.

In here.

Follow me.

- I'm to be queen of the May.
- Be quiet!

- Occupation?
- I was a saleswoman.

- Religion?
- Church of England.

- Next of kin?
- I haven't any.

Whom do you wish to be notified
in case of emergencies?

Doctor Hale. 10 Hartford Terrace. W1.

Here is your cream and powder.

- Can I have my puff?
- No.

- What do I use?
- You'll find something.

Come on. This way.

- Name?
- Betty Brown.

- Any operations?
- Appendix.

What illnesses have you had?

Whooping cough when I was ten.

- Apart from childish ailments?
- Nothing.

Good.

Don't be all day. Get dressed quickly.
You've got to collect your shoes.

- Enjoy your bubble-bath?
- Hurry up. No chat. Get a move on.

You'd think we were going
to play for Tottenham Hotspur.

Stop talking there! Where do you
think you are? Lilly & Skinners?

Come along receptions. Line up here.

Get into single file. Over there.

- Six receptions Miss Brown.
- Come along. This way.

You can write one letter every two weeks
and you may receive two in return.

You may see a visitor for
thirty minutes, once a month.

You have a bath once a week but you
are expected to keep yourself clean.

Ask the officer who unlocks your cell
in the morning for a reception letter.

How long do we spend locked up?

From 4 o'clock in the afternoon
until 6:45 in the morning.

Later, you may be permitted to attend
lectures and classes in the evenings.

Here.

Make up your beds. The lights
will be going out shortly.

"I am going to send you to
prison for twelve months."

"To prison for twelve months."

"For twelve months... twelve months."

"Twelve months."

Sauce! That's what I call it. That judge
never gave me a chance to say nothing.

And they say it's a free country.

Maybe I did borrow some money
off him, but he could afford it.

- Anyway, I was going to pay it back.
- Be quiet!

Sit along there and wait until
your name is called. No talking.

If you have anything to say,
tell it to The Governor.

A proper home from home, isn't it?
How long have you got?

- A year.
- A year.

- I thought three months was long.
- Ha, you're just an amateur.

I got two years and my counsel
reckoned I got off light.

Don't appeal against it ducks, as if you
lose, your time starts all over again.

There is nothing much they can teach
Nellie Baden about their little dodges.

Thirty years a shoplifter, that's me.

My daughter Winnie, she's here too.

And my son Bob, he's in
Pentonville with his father.

Nice for them to be together, isn't it.

- What, the whole family?
- Oh yes, all but Granddad.

I don't mind telling you, ducks.

We Badens are what you might call
the Royal Family of the profession.

Oh well, one more shopping
day until Christmas.

Peace of earth and goodwill to all
men... except the Chief Constable.

I think I'll go to Gammidges this
morning. Where are you two going?

Winnie wants some scent. We're going
to see what they got at Swan & Edgars.

Very handy. It's on the ground floor.

What are you whispering about? You think
I don't see when you're up to something?

We're not up to anything Granddad.

Oh, you are half superstitious.

I wasn't born yesterday.

Do you think I don't notice when Winnie
goes off for a six month "rest cure"?

Or young Bob suddenly
runs away to sea for a year.

Oh, switch him off, Winnie.

- And I ain't seen much of you lately.
- Oh, I've been very busy, Granddad.

- Sewing mailbags.
- Get off it.

Here, just a minute. What do you
think you are doing? Practicing?

Too busy to decorate the Christmas tree.
Look. Naked as the day it was born.

Don't worry, they'll be a present on it
for you, you grasping old... gargoyle.

I wouldn't take nothing from you lot,
not without seeing the receipts first.

Receipts? Would you believe it?

Proper lets the family down, he does.

- Oh blister the blasted thing!
- You must want charging again Granddad.

Charging? Ha, ha. I ain't the only one.

Come on girl, time we got started.

Drat the wretched thing.

- Put on a bit of weight, ain't you girl?
- Oh Sid, I'm not... am I?

Would go around you twice when we was
first married. Sylph-like you was then.

Get on with you.

Stop kidding.

- Don't take any rubbish.
- I should say not.

- Come on, Bob.
- Only the best.

- Come on, girl.
- Oh Bob, come on.

I don't know. It fits where it touches.
Drags across the shoulders for a start.

- I must admit sir, you are deceptive.
- You don't know the half of it, boy.

- Besides, it doesn't go with my Peckham.
- Sir?

- Peckham Rye: tie. Do you speak English?
- Oh yes, sir. Certainly... very quaint.

- I'm taking it off.
- Oh.

I don't think we've any more to show
you. We've tried on 27 jackets as it is.

- You've got a lot more yet. Go get them.
- Yes, sir.

- This might have been made for you, sir.
- Let's have a look.

It's a bit tight isn't it?

Let go with the mitts.

Look. It hangs around me
like the Missus on pay day.

- I wouldn't really say so, sir.
- You don't know my missus.

- No sir.
- Come on, come on, boy.

Surely you can fit a bloke up in a posh
shop like this without this carry on?

I'll see if we've more in the window,
sir. But I am making no promises.

This makes number 28.29..

Don't rush. There is no hurry.

- Twenty-ninth time lucky, sir.
- Blimey. Take it away.

You shouldn't show that to
anyone on an empty stomach.

You don't realize I'm usually dressed
by the tailor to the Home Secretary.

- I'm really very sorry, sir but...
- Alright... here.

How long will it take to
make me a set of tails?

- Two months, sir.
- Two months?

I wouldn't have a thing out of this
cheesy shop. Not if you give it to me.

And I hope your rabbits die.

Could I see a set of readymade
tails? Not too expensive.

Tails sir? Just over here.

This type of thing is quite reasonable.
Everyone is wearing it.

Ah!

Here's a good bargain, sir. It switches
itself on when you open the lid.

[ Radio: sport broadcast ]

No, I would like something larger.

- Very well, sir. If you'll come this way.
- Thank you.

[ Radio: sport broadcast ]

[ Radio: sport broadcast ]

[ Radio: sport broadcast ]

Get out of it, child.

Stop playing with that Grandpa.

- It's a lot of rubbish.
- This ought to kill the moths.

Works a treat, doesn't it?
Let's see what you got.

Blimey. Father Christmas in person.

So they nabbed the lot of us.
All except Granddad.

Look out. Here comes big-hearted Bertha.

You there. I said, no talking.

- What is your number?
- Mayfair 8855.

- Your prison number.
- Honestly, I can't remember it.

I'm an absolute idiot about figures.

Go to your cell and fetch your card.

And you had better know
your number next time.

6425 Raymond.

Stand in front The Governor's desk.

Give your name and
number to The Governor.

Raymond 6425.

Say "Madam" when you
address The Governor.

- Raymond 64254, Madam.
- Let me see your card.

You'll make a life here if you cooperate
with staff and observe the regulations.

Disobedience or insubordination will
mean punishment and loss of remission.

I advise you to accept
your circumstances.

If you conduct yourself satisfactorily,
you may go to a prison without bars.

Finally, I must warn you against giving
your private address to other prisoners.

That is all.

Come along. This way.

What did The Governor mean about
not giving away our home address?

Blackmail. Honest, ducks.

It's awful the people you
have to mix with in here.

See those two? Arsenic and
Old Lace we call them.

- They look rather sweet.
- Sweet? As vinegar.

Confidence tricksters, the pair of them.

Get into line there.

For five years we were together.
Then he meets this other girl.

I've got a terrible temper Miriam.
I do things before I think.

They say I'm lucky they
made it manslaughter.

Don't get so close together.

Do you know that screw?

Keep out of her way. She got me
three days in the punishment cell.

And I won't ever forget it.

All in... all in.

All in. You'd think they were
wrestling or something.

Oh look, there is Suzy.
She's in again, then.

Six times she's been
in already for bigamy.

"Henry The Eighth" we call her.

It's a miracle she ever got
one husband, let alone six.

Suzy... Suzy!

- How are you, love?
- I'm fine Suzy. What is it this time?

The same old charge, but I've got a
smasher now, and he's sticking to me.

Move along.

Lane. I want to speak to you.
Get a move on.

I wouldn't have anything to do with that
woman. She's a born mischief-maker.

She'll only lead you into trouble.

Take my advice.
Get yourself another friend.

Alright?

- Stop that.
- I'm sorry Miss Arnold.

- Have we kept you from your beauty sleep?
- I'm warning you, woman.

Any more of your insolence and
you'll be up for The Governor.

[ Spanish language ]

Speak English or not at all. If I see
you communicating with Lane once more...

You will regret it.

Chaplain visiting.

Sit down.

How are things?

- Alright thank you, Chaplain.
- Are you fond of reading?

Yes, I am.

There's a catalogue in the
library that you can borrow.

Make a list from it and ask
for the books that you want.

Well, I expect you're wondering why I am
here. Michael has asked me to see you.

- He has?
- Yes.

As you know, you only receive one letter
a week and Michael has already written.

So, he asked me to give you a message.

Mark you, I don't make a habit of
turning myself into a carrier pigeon.

There has to be a very
good reason before I do.

Now... I'm afraid you are in
for a bit of a disappointment.

Michael can't see you next Saturday.

He's got to go to
Middlesbrough for an interview.

My dear.

I haven't been a chaplain these years
without knowing what this means to you.

But... try and keep
things in proportion.

This job is important to Michael,
important to you, too.

Don't start imagining a lot of nonsense.

Besides... he's not likely to get up to
much mischief in Middlesbrough, is he?

Just remember the
things that really matter.

Michael loves you.
Michael is waiting for you.

- Did he ask you to tell me that, too?
- Yes, he did.

I like him. He's down to earth.

You're lucky. I shouldn't wait too long.

- Before marrying him, I mean.
- I won't.

- If he still wants me.
- He will.

Oh, Chaplain.

Suddenly I...

Go on. Talk...

When I first came here...

I wanted to die.

- Was that very wrong?
- Very natural.

And then I knew.

That to live for somebody else.

Was the finest thing in the world.

There isn't one person in this place
who hasn't helped me to understand that.

I want to help Michael to forget all
the unhappiness I've caused him.

I want to make him a good wife.

Hold on to that, my dear.

Well, I must be going.

I've got a rehearsal in
the chapel. Do you sing?

No.

Nor do my choir, but it does
them good to let off steam.

And they get an extra ration of
chocolate. Can't I tempt you?

No Chaplain, but thank you.

Goodbye.

Do you believe in God?

I think I could... I'd like to.

We'll talk about that another time.

- They ought to be here any moment now, oughtn't they?
- Yes.

Jean, the thought of seeing Norman again
is the only thing that's kept me going.

And I know when I do I shan't
think of a blessed thing to say.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
go on like this, but...

Well, you'll be seeing
Michael next week for sure.

Hadn't you better tidy up?
They don't give you much warning.

- Do you think I've changed much?
- You look fine.

Ever such a fussy boy, Norman is.

He likes you to be done up to the nines
at all times of the day and night.

I don't want him to think
I've let myself go in here.

There are visitors for the
following: 8750 Williams.

6593 Phillips. 4087 Turner.
7428 Roberts. 6452 Raymond.

- And that's all.
- Excuse me, Miss.

- Isn't there someone for me?
- You heard the names, Brown.

No. I'm sorry. There isn't.

But there will be more visitors
coming later on, won't there?

Not today, Brown.
Now, get on with your work.

- I'm sorry Betty.
- Maybe he couldn't get away.

Or perhaps he's ill? I mean, he
couldn't let me know, could he?

No, of course not.

Anyway, you're in luck. So, go on
and hurry up. Don't waste any time.

I always had my suspicions.
Now, didn't I say so?

Never mind about your suspicions,
Granddad. How's Sidney?

Not so bad. I've been getting some
treatment for them down at the General.

- Treatment for what?
- My kidneys. You going deaf Nell?

Oh, it's gone again.
It's gone I tell you.

Look at the dashed thing. Look at it.
Where on earth did you pick it up?

- Shut up.
- But it's gone I tell you.

- Have you lost something?
- Only his hearing.

You keep turning yourself off,
you silly old... silly billy.

Sit over there.

Don't call me names, Nelly Baden.
It's up to me to make remarks, not you.

Dragging the family honour in the mud.

Oh Granddad, I never.

Let me tell you, when you come out,
I'm doing the shopping, not you.

You are looking well.

Michael... I know exactly how I look.

But you look wonderful.
You smell so nice.

It must be your hair-cream or something.

You get a very highly
developed nose in here.

It comes from only smelling
yellow soap and floor polish.

Michael.

It can't be very pleasant
for you to come here.

- I'd understand if you would rather not.
- Are you telling me to push off?

Darling, we've got all
the time in the world.

This is only a very
little bit of our lives.

Michael.

What happened about your interview today?

- Did they put it off?
- No. I did.

You shouldn't have done that.
Have you any other offers?

Plenty. Hull, Cardiff, Tranmere.

- Oh, and Northern Rhodesia.
- Rhodesia?

Yes, the Fallows Research Institute.
But it is out of the question.

Why?

I should have to stay out
there for three years.

- What's wrong with that?
- Nothing. If you could join me.

Couldn't I?

The post is only open to unmarried men.

- Is it a good offer?
- Very good.

- Then you must take it.
- Not on your life.

Be sensible, Michael.

How'd you think I feel knowing you gave
up a chance like this because of me?

Besides...

I'm not sure about anything
at the moment. Least of all, us.

What do you mean?

Do you really believe an ex-jailbird
would make you the right wife?

- It won't make any difference at all.
- I believe it does.

It stamps you Michael. Sooner or later
people will always find out about me.

It is no use darling. Whatever
you say, my mind is made up.

I'm not going to Rhodesia,
and that's an end to it.

Time is up.

I'm sorry. You must go now.

- Goodbye Jean.
- Goodbye darling.

Well this won't do. Look, I thought
you were supposed to be a dressmaker.

- I'm not used to this kind of sewing.
- Well, get used to it and quickly.

Or you are not going to make
your quota. No quota... no pay.

No pay... no cigarettes.

You've got to work for your
living in here, you know.

[ Spanish language ]

Settle down. All of you.
Get back to work.

Get back to work at once!
Do you hear me?

Get back to work.

That's your bed.

What happened?

- Just an accident, that's all.
- What's your name?

- Raymond.
- No. I mean your first name.

- Jean.
- Oh. I'm Pat.

Expecting my first in three weeks.
Ha-ha. That will make a ruddy break.

You shouldn't talk like that.
It's no joke, having a baby.

And you shouldn't be calling
it names before it's here.

You are a fine one to talk.

And what do you mean "calling it names"?
I wasn't calling the brat any names.

I only said it made a
break in this stinking hole.

And doesn't it give me extra milk and an
egg once a week? Bless his little heart.

Don't you have anything
to do with that rabble.

I can see... you are a woman
of education like myself.

Of course, you know I oughtn't
to be here at all, really.

I...?

A British subject, born in Salisbury.

A quite ridiculous error on the
part of the Lord Chief Justice.

They would have it the will was forged.

I didn't know there were
any babies in prison.

Oh yes... but when they are nine
months old, they take them away.

Sad, isn't it... just when the poor soul
is getting used to having it around.

- What happens to them?
- Most of them are adopted.

My baby mustn't be born in prison.

It mustn't.

It won't be, Annie.

When your time comes, they'll send you
to an ordinary hospital for 24 hours.

And they lend you a pretty nightie.

And a dressing-gown so the others
won't know... any difference.

But I keep telling you, Babs. None
of us go before time in our family.

All of us kids were premature
and mum was the same.

My sister Connie lost her first like it.

Suppose they don't get me out in time?

Oh, put a sock in it.
We've got troubles of our own.

Exercise.

Come along. Get in a line.
Hurry up. Down here.

Come along. Turn around. Face the wall.

Come along. Hurry up. Hurry up.

I feel so sad today. Losing one
of our little family, we are.

It is always hard, but he's nine months
and Nancy has got to hand him over.

Stop talking. Fall in.
Fall in. Pass along.

You must come along now.

Johnny!

So you see my dear, what an outrage
it is that I should be here at all.

I, a British subject born in Salisbury.

And just because I didn't know precisely
how to fill in my income-tax return.

Pass.

Abundant.

Royal abundance.

Let me see. Where was I, dear?

Oh yes... well, as I was saying.

I may be a British subject
born in Salisbury.

But I've had the advantage of an
excellent education. Oh yes.

I can speak German fluently.
Also, commercial Japanese.

- Fancy.
- Yes.

Jean dear, you are speaking to a scholar.

- Annie, Annie what is it?
- The baby. My baby.

It's alright. I'll ring the bell.

Who's on tonight? I think
it is Sister Wilkington.

I told them but they wouldn't listen.

Now my baby will be born
in prison. I know it will.

Oh wrap up! We're all in
the same boat, aren't we?

Get the trolley, Babs.

Grip on to my hands
and yell if you want to.

- Sister, I think she's started the baby.
- She'll have to go to the labour ward.

Perhaps now we can get some sleep.

We don't want to waste our
sympathy in a place like this.

Poor Annie... she doesn't
know what it's like.

If they don't let me have my Jenny
when I come out, I'll... kill myself.

Jenny?

My little girl.

I'm no good really, Jean.

I like men too much.

I really loved Jim.

I'd have been alright if
he'd been good to me.

I think I was out of my mind when
he went off with that woman.

I couldn't stand being
alone night after night.

Then Joe came along.

He was good to me, and kind.

- Babs... where are you girl?
- Joe?

- I've just put the kids to bed.
- Coming out?

Joe, I shouldn't. Chris isn't so bright.
He has a nasty cough and keeps sniffing.

Oh, all kids do. He'll be alright
as soon as he drops off.

- You like this?
- Oh.

Why, it's lovely.

Wear it tonight.

We'll grab a bite to eat, have drinks,
and you'll be back before you know it.

- You are only young once you know.
- He seems to have gone off alright.

- What's the time?
- It isn't late.

- We mustn't be long.
- We won't.

Chris.

Chris... come on... play. Please.

Chris... wake up please!

Mummy... Chris won't play.

Mummy, mummy... where are you?

Mummy, mummy, mummy.

Mummy, where are you?

Mummy, mummy.

Mummy, where are you? Mummy.

Mummy, mummy, mummy.

Jenny.

Jenny.

Mummy.

What is it dear? What's the matter?

- Mummy. I want mummy.
- Mummy's coming soon.

Jenny mustn't cry.

He's choked himself
to death. Poor little dear.

- Women like her deserved to be hanged.
- Here she is.

- Mrs Peters?
- What happened? My baby?

Let me see him. You must let me see him!

Oh no.

My baby.

My baby.

Oh no.

I was arrested.

The judge said terrible things about me.

Now they say I may not be
allowed to have my Jenny again.

If you're really sorry for what
you've done and I know you are.

I'm sure they'll let you have Jenny.

I could bear anything if I knew
I was going to get her back.

Do you think I'm dreadfully wicked?

- I know the others do.
- No, of course I don't.

Now, go to sleep.

Goodnight Babs.

Goodnight Jean.

Stewed dishcloths again.

The Arabs I am told, consider boiled
sheep's eyes quite a delicacy.

Well, there is no accounting for tastes.

Well.

Whose turn is it to do
the bathroom today?

I had no fancy upbringing.

It is manners to wait at the
table until everyone is finished.

And who are you to talk about other
people's manners? You eat like a pig.

I bet Jean eats in places where
you wouldn't even be allowed.

So what?

I for one, would be happy if you stopped
your foul-mouth talk while I'm eating.

As I said before, so what?

I talk and I eat as I was brought up
to do. And none of your la-de-da ways.

Alright, I was ruddy well dragged up,
like half of us in this stinking hole!

You are nothing but a...

I bet you don't even know who is
the father of the kid you're carrying.

You... you to talk of children.
You are a murderess!

Stop it at once.

Why do you have to hate each other?

Haven't we got enough to put up with in
here without making it worse for us?

Pat... you shouldn't have said that.

She's got no right to
pick at other people.

My granny said you should
think first and speak afterwards.

I can't say I've noticed you doing that.

Sorry, Jean.

Raymond. The Governor wants to see you.

You've done quite well here, Raymond.

It's been decided that you're a suitable
person for transfer to The Grange.

The prison without bars.

You will find it different,
much freer in many ways.

I hope you'll get on well.

- Thank you Madam.
- Alright. Go.

And another thing
I said. Doctor, I said...

I know you've had me under
observation these last few months.

Well, there is something
I would like to tell you.

I have been observing you, too.

And I'm not sure whether
you would be gratified...

If you knew the conclusions I have
drawn from my observations.

You should have seen his
face, dear. It was a study.

I'm going to The Grange in the morning.

Oh Jean, how lovely.
I do wish I was going with you.

Of course they only send
women ladies to The Grange.

Mind you, I think you talk lovely. But
it don't get you far if you end up here.

No, it don't.

You know something?

I think I'll have to doodle you.

Jean... you're all ready.

I do wish you weren't going.

So do I... but the time will pass.

Come with me, Raymond.

Goodbye, Jean.

Goodbye, Babs.

- Goodbye Pat.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye, Vera.

Goodbye dear... and good luck.

- Pat.
- Huh?

I'm sorry for what I said yesterday.

About your baby.

That's alright... forget it.

- Jean!
- Hello.

- Don't say you're going to The Grange?
- Yes I am. Are you?

- Yes.
- Well, that's wonderful.

Here... have a fag to celebrate.

A pal of mine who works in reception
gave it to me... and a match.

- Betty, how are you?
- I'm alright.

I still haven't heard
from Norman, though.

I've got to see him somehow, Jean.
Even if it is only for a minute.

It is the not knowing that gets me down.

Raymond, visitor for you. You won't have
long though. Mustn't miss your train.

Come with me... you wait here.

- Hello Michael.
- No embracing. Go and sit down.

- How are you, Jean?
- I'm fine.

Darling, why are you here today?

Jean, there is something
I've got to tell you.

I won't be able to come
and see you anymore.

- Why not?
- Because I've changed my mind.

- About Rhodesia?
- Yes.

I booked my passage yesterday.

- When are you leaving?
- In two days' time. From Southampton.

What made you change your mind?

Doctor Wright came to see me at Guys.

He said I was mad not
to leap at the chance.

Most doctors would give their right
arm to work at the Fallows Institute.

That's what I told you.

And as you know, I always wanted to
specialize, so I... accepted the job.

I came along to say goodbye.

I'm sorry, but she must come along now.

Jean... please believe me.
It wasn't an easy thing to decide.

Goodbye Michael.

Goodbye my darling.

Michael.

Just one thing.

Don't write to me.

Please don't write to me.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.

Come along... both of you.

Women sent here are taking
part in an experiment...

Which may alter the whole character
of prisons throughout the country.

"Unlike the old system, where prisoners
spend most of the day locked in cells."

"With nothing to occupy their
time but their own thoughts."

"Here, every minute is devoted to work
of some kind. And the work is hard."

"But women are fitted for
their return to the world."

"They learn trades, acquire
skills and with it, self-respect."

"A normal working day begins at six."

"And before breakfast, every woman
has some household task to perform."

"Then, with breaks for meals, she spends
eight hours at whatever her job may be."

"There are also classes in dressmaking."

"Rug making."

"Leather work... and knitting."

"Lights go out at ten. And by that
time, everyone is ready for sleep."

"It is an experiment which
depends on mutual trust."

"There are no locked doors,
no barred windows, and no cells."

However, many people don't believe that
justice can be tempered with humanity.

So it is up to you to
prove you can be trusted.

If you fail us, you fail yourself.

We have had to overcome a
great deal of opposition.

But we are still fighting.

You see that Church over there?

When we first came, the people of the
village didn't want us to worship there.

But we earned their respect. And soon we
were welcomed in as fellow human-beings.

There are three ways out of the grounds.

And there is nothing to stop you
walking through any of them.

But I don't think you will
let me down by trying.

No-one has.

Well, it is nearly exercise time.

So, you'll have an opportunity
of meeting some of the others.

That will be all for the present.

I hope you cooperate and make
good use of your time here.

Thank you Madam.

They'll do.

An ill-assorted pair on the face of it.

But they'll be invaluable to each other.

Hmm, these roses.

If you ask me, I'd sooner have a whiff
of my auntie's fish-and-chip shop.

It is wonderful after
Blackdown, isn't it.

It's alright for you. You're
going out in four months.

And you've got someone waiting for you.

There isn't anyone waiting.

- What about Michael?
- He's gone to Rhodesia.

But you'll still marry him?

An ex-jailbird for a wife
wouldn't be good for his career.

- Did he say that?
- No... I did.

- Well dears, you are new here aren't you?
- Yes we are. What is it like here?

Oh, could be a lot worse.
Better than Blackdown anyway.

- We've even got some men here.
- Really?

Well one. The gardener.

We girls call him blue-eyes.
Quite a lad he is.

And free with his cigarettes too,
when you get to know him.

Yoo-hoo... blue-eyes.

Good morning Millie.
And how's your chicks?

Splendid, thank you.
How are the sweet peas?

Climbing up to heaven, the beauties.

Now, you be a good girl and
I'll bring you a bunch.

These little masculine attentions
do make a break you know.

Now, now Caroline. You are not
to peck Emily. Naughty girl.

- How long have you got?
- Three years.

And there is that Mabel living
off the fat of the land.

Who is Mabel?

My best friend. My best
friend that was, that is.

We were inseparable.
Ever since we were girls.

And then suddenly, she lost
her head over old Harry Wicks.

"What she saw in the miserable old
scarecrow was a mystery to me."

"He did have a nice bit of money, which
always adds to a man's charm I suppose."

I thought pale mauve crepe,
and a sort of tail with violets.

How does that strike you, Millie dear?

Very dainty love.
A perfect picture you'll look.

Yes, with you in your blue. And a bunch
of forget-me-nots in your new straw hat.

It should be very pretty
wedding altogether.

Don't you think so, Harry?

Whatever you say, my love. These things
are beyond an old bachelor you know.

So I leave you ladies to discuss
the charming details. Between you.

May I accompany you to the
whist drive tomorrow, Mabel?

You know that is arranged Harry. We're
going to call Millie first. Aren't we?

- If Harry doesn't mind.
- Not at all.

Good afternoon, Mabel dear.

Good afternoon.

I hope you know what you're doing dear.
I shouldn't like you to make a mistake.

I know what I'm doing alright, old love.
The doctor says he won't last long.

His heart may be in the right place,
but that's about all you can say for it.

Very weak it is, poor old soul.

"I couldn't enjoy the wedding, sure I
as my friend had married a millstone."

"And I was right. For, a week after
the ceremony, Harry took to his bed."

"And there he stayed
for the next ten years."

"Enjoying the best of bad health."

Here is your soup, Harry dear.

Take it away! Take it away!
It is muck I tell you.

- Give it to the pigs, if they'll eat it.
- Oh Harry, dear.

Don't you start nagging
me you useless slummock.

And where is my Paris magazine?

You know I like to read
it directly it comes.

And my hot-water bottle? Why you...

Bah!

Well Mabel, you're quite
a stranger aren't you.

I do hope you are taking
care of yourself, dear.

- You know you look quite peaky.
- It's Harry.

You were right old love.
It isn't marriage, it's martyrdom.

Oh he does linger on.

You know, I sometimes wonder.

I hardly dare say it,
but I sometimes think.

Well, it might be a kind thing to...

- And it isn't as if he enjoys lunch.
- And when you think of all that money.

Though I never see it.
The stingy old skinflint.

- Well, I suppose there is a way out.
- You know, old love...

It would be a kindness when
you come to think of it.

Well of course it would.

And then you could settle down in
peace and enjoy your little nest-egg.

I tell you what Millie, you could come
and live with me. Just like old times.

And whatever he leaves me,
you can have half of.

- Oh no, love. That is too generous.
- Oh no. We used to share everything.

Before I made my big mistake, didn't we?

And we'll share everything
from now on, old dear.

Any particular kind of weed killer?

Well, I suppose one
is as good as another.

Well, goodbye love.
See you at the social.

The kettle is boiling.
I'll just warm the pot.

I always say there is nothing like
a nice brew of tea to cheer one up.

- Shall I get the best china?
- If you please, dear.

I think Harry would prefer
us to use it just for once.

Two small ones.
He didn't like it strong.

It won't be painful, dear.
He'll just fall asleep.

One.

Two.

And one for the pot.

Will that be enough, do you think, dear?

Oh yes. We don't want
it to taste nasty, do we.

You'll stay for a cup dear,
won't you? A fresh pot of course.

Well, I think I ought to be
running along now, dear.

I promised to look in at the jumble-sale.

- Goodbye dear.
- Bye-bye, love.

Wake up Harry. Here is your nightcap.

Harry... wake up, your tea is ready.

Do you hear me, Harry? You
don't want it to get cold, do you.

Harry.

Wake up.

Harry.

"Now, I thought all would go swimmingly.
But would you believe me."

"A few days after the funeral,
Mabel actually went up to London."

"Very much the gay widow, she was."

"And spending our money like water."

"So I felt that the time had
come to speak my mind."

Dear Mabel.

Unless I get my share of the
money by next Tuesday.

I shall go to the Police.

And tell them how you put
weed killer in Harry's tea.

And that is what caused his death.

As ever your friend, Millie.

Well...

Dear Millie... drop in... and see me.

This afternoon at three.

Yours always, Mabel.

Quickly Inspector. Here she comes.

You'll have some tea, won't you dear?

Come and sit down, dear.

Now Millie, what is all this about?

It is about that money you
were supposed to give me.

I'm sure I don't know what
you are talking about, Millie.

What money was this that I
was supposed to give you?

The money Harry left you. We were to
share it after you done away with him.

Now, don't tell me you've
forgotten it, old dear.

Oh, you wicked, lying
creature, Millie Williams!

How dare you come here and try
and make out I killed my poor Harry.

Heaven rest his loving soul.

I wouldn't have harmed a
hair of his head, let alone...

Oh, it's too horrible to think of.

Now Mabel, you know as well
as I do what you promised.

Once he was gone, I was to
come here and live with you.

And you were to give me
half of whatever he left.

I don't think it is very nice of
you dear, to try and back out now.

- It's not like you at all.
- Well.

I don't know what the Police
would think of this, I'm sure.

It's Harry back.

Oh!

Well Mabel, I've heard of skeletons in a
cupboard, but who are these gentlemen?

We are Police Officers. Is this
your handwriting Miss Williams?

Yes.

- Would you mind telling me what it means?
- Just what it says. No more, no less.

Mabel here put weed killer in Harry's
tea and we were to share the money.

Now, I'm very surprised to see she
doesn't remember anything about it.

Are you aware that you are
accusing Mrs Wicks of murder?

Oh... that is not a nice word.

We must also tell you that a
post-mortem has been held.

- I beg your pardon. A post what?
- It means they dug poor Harry up.

We were able to ascertain that Mr Wicks
died from natural causes, Miss Williams.

There was nothing whatsoever to bear
out your story of death by poisoning.

I'm afraid we shall have to
ask you some further questions.

You could have knocked me down with a
feather, dears. But it was true enough.

Not a drop of arsenic in old Harry.
And I get three years for blackmail.

Fall in. Fall in.

- Goodbye dears. See you later.
- Goodbye.

- There you are, dear.
- Thank you.

Then you wind the wool through
and pull it like that, you see.

It's quite simple... ah, letters.

- 4382. Turner.
- Thank you.

2874. Morris.

3197. Jenkins.

Thank you.

23445. Markham.

Thank you.

9531. Keats.

4478. Brown.

7456. Clayton.

Thank you.

- And 39986 Aitken.
- Thank you.

- Betty, what is it?
- It's all over.

- No!
- It is Jean.

He's gone off with somebody else.

- Is the letter from him?
- No. It's from a girl I know.

Oh Jean, what am I going to do? I'll
lose him for good if I don't see him.

He's played around before,
but I've always got him back.

I must see him, Jean. I've got to.

You're only making it
more difficult for yourself.

I don't care. I'm going to see him.

Jean. The Governor wants to
see you in her study right away.

What's up with Betty?

She's had bad news.
Stay with her for a bit.

Betty, what's the matter?

Come in, Raymond.

Sit down.

It's alright child. There is no trouble.

You are nearly due to
leave us, aren't you?

- Yes, Madam.
- Yes. Now.

When a prisoner is nearing
the end of her sentence.

We like her to get used to the idea
of freedom before she is discharged.

So, in some cases... we allow
her to go into town for the day.

Either with an Officer or by herself.

I thought you might
like to do this, tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- I think it's very necessary.

You see, traffic and the bustle of life
outside will be strange to you at first.

Probably quite frightening.

Now I'm going to trust
you to go on your own.

And I want you to take
Betty Brown with you.

She still has some time to serve,
but you've been a good friend to her.

And I feel quite safe in
placing her in your charge.

Thank you, Madam.

You will need some money to spend.

Miss Davis tells me you've saved
fifteen shillings between you.

- I don't suppose you'll need all that.
- Oh yes, we shall.

- It's no use Betty. That's not an answer.
- What isn't?

- Running away.
- Who said anything about running away?

You did. Besides it's in your face.
We've all been through it.

Have you?

How do you think I felt when
I knew I'd lost Michael?

You never loved Michael
like I loved Norman.

Alright. So he's rotten through
and through, but he's mine.

And I'm not giving
him up without a fight.

And you and fifty Governors
aren't going to stop me.

The Governor is letting me go
into town tomorrow on my own.

- She wants me to take you.
- I suppose you said you wouldn't?

- No, I said I would.
- You are crazy.

You know I'll run for
it first chance I get.

- No you won't.
- What's to stop me?

- We're on our honour.
- Honour means nothing to me.

What does?

Only Norman and...

You know you do.

Well, if you want to come with me,
I must be sure I can trust you.

- Of course I want to come.
- Then don't let me down.

Alright.

I promise I won't.

Now be careful of the traffic.

Don't miss the 9:30 bus from here.
Report to The Governor punctually at 10.

- I hope you have a nice day.
- Thank you, Miss Hulme.

We're out Betty. We're out on the loose.

Careful. There is a Cop looking at us.

- Let's ask him something.
- Oh no.

We haven't got arrows
stamped all over us.

Excuse me Officer. Could you
tell me the time please?

- It is half past one, Madam.
- Thank you so much.

If only he knew we were
a couple of jailbirds.

Oh Jean, isn't that nice?

We're not exactly the
height of fashion, are we.

- Well, what do we do now?
- Lunch.

How about over there?
It looks quite cosy and cheap.

It had better be. We've got
fifteen bob for the day.

Hmm. I'd forgotten what it was
like to really enjoy my grub.

Choosing what you like
makes all the difference.

- I put them together. You both had the same, didn't you?
- Yes.

I hope you enjoyed it.
You're not on a diet, I see.

Well, what do we do now?
Don't let's waste any time.

We've got seven shillings once we pay.
Shall we see what's on at the cinema?

Suits me. And then we can go to the
funfair. But what do we do about fags?

- Jean, not here. You can't.
- Can't I?

I don't know.

You seem to have picked up some nasty
habits from somewhere, Miss Raymond.

Are you surprised, Miss Brown?

- We must leave a tip.
- Why?

That girl does alright. And she's free.

It is the done thing.

Like knocking off dog-ends
in public, I suppose?

I say. You've forgotten something.

It might just do for the meter.

As if sixpence would oblige me.

Saucy cows.

What's that remind you of?

- Shall we?
- Let's be satisfied with the fair.

- Oh, I'd love a go on that.
- We've a shilling left. You take it.

- No. I'll toss you for it.
- Alright.

Heads.

- Tails. But I honestly don't care a bit.
- You won, didn't you?

- Let's have some honour among thieves.
- I hope I'm not sick.

Are you going to London?

No, I'm off to Manchester. But Charlie
over there is going your way.

Thanks.

The first escape in the
history of The Grange.

I was entrusted with this experiment,
that many thought could never succeed.

And now I must report its first failure.

And failures are always
remembered more than successes.

I've watched you very carefully
during your time here, Raymond.

I don't judge those in my care
by the crimes they've committed.

But their bearing during sentence.

I was confident you were ready to
accept responsibility. I trusted you.

You have betrayed that trust.

It was your plain duty to refuse
to take Betty Brown with you.

You knew what was in her mind.
You should have warned me.

Your conduct is inexcusable.

The authorities may take a very serious
view of this affair and your part in it.

- You mean I can lose my remission?
- That is for the authorities to decide.

I thought you were different.

I was wrong and I confess
I am disappointed...

- Please don't say those things to me.
- Be quiet at once!

Listen to me. Please listen.

Why do you think I am any
different from the others?

I'm a woman, too.

Maybe I've had a softer
life than some of them.

But do you think that
makes it any easier for me?

I warn you Raymond, you must
not speak to me in this manner.

I tell you there are
no different prisoners.

Only those who are bright enough
to know when they are beaten.

Jean... Jean.

Forgive me, Madam.

Yes? Come in.

You are five minutes late, Brown.

I'm sorry, Madam.

Report to the Officer. Go to your
dormitory now, both of you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight Madam.

I didn't mean to let you
down, Jean. Honest I didn't.

When I was on my own... seeing
other girls being so happy.

I just couldn't stand it.

Anyway... it wouldn't have done
any good my going to London.

I've lost him, Jean.

I know that now.

You are young.

You will find someone else who will
really love you. I know you will.

Goodnight, Betty.

Goodnight.

Well Raymond, that's the
last one you'll sew for us.

Yes.

At least you've learned
how to make a shirt properly.

You are nearly ready.

Goodbye, Betty.

Goodbye, Jean.

I'll send you postcards and
things. It won't be long.

Oh don't.

I must go now.

Come to the window if you can.

I nearly forgot. My home address.

Now, wherever I am or wherever you are...

We'll keep in touch won't we.

Well Jean, what are you going to do now?

I'll have to find a job to
keep the wolf from the door.

- Haven't you anyone waiting for you?
- No.

No, I haven't.

Well, you are in for a
very pleasant surprise.

And it is not one that is
given to everybody.

Goodbye Jean. Let me
know how you get on.

Goodbye Madam, and thank you.

In some ways, I think I'm
quite sorry to say that...

I'm afraid I shan't see you again.

Goodbye my child. Good luck.

- And God bless you.
- Goodbye Madam.

Come along now. Get on with your work.

It's wonderful to see you again.
You should have let me know.

I only knew myself at the last moment.

- I flew over.
- What made you?

Because I'm a sentimental ass. Now
jump in and stop asking questions.

- How did you manage it?
- I chucked my job.

- 0h Michael, you didn't? Why?
- Because I love you.

- You didn't write.
- You told me not to.

Michael... seriously.

I hope you haven't made a mistake.

I haven't.

I very nearly did... but I haven't.

(t-g)-