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(HEART BEATING STEADILY)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(WOMAN PANTING)

(EXPLOSION)

-(HEART BEATING CONTINUES)
-(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMAN PANTING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRE)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(EXPLOSION)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(DISTORTED SHOUTING)

JONESY: We have to move.
Come on!

Bombs blasted.
Soldiers were shot.

(GLASS CLANKING)

YOUNG MAN: Yes.
I expect those things

would happen in a war.

Well, if you know,

then no reason for me

to keep answering
your questions.

YOUNG MAN: Did you answer one?
I must've missed it.

What do you expect
to get from this?

"Get from this"?

If you think that's
a difficult question,

you might want to reconsider
your future in journalism.

I'm curious.

LEE: That never bodes well.

Well, maybe for you.

You're making a big deal
out of nothing.

They're just pictures.

I don't believe that. (SIGHS)

There must be stories
behind them.

Why does it matter?

YOUNG MAN:
They should be heard.

Don't you want the world
to know about you?

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

Well, isn't that why
you went there?

You think I went to war
so people would know my name?

-I didn't say that.
-I think you did.

I'm not trying
to interrogate you.

All interviews
are interrogations.

The good ones, anyway.

Were all of these published?

-Some were.
-But not all?

(EXHALES)

What do I get?

What do you mean?

I tell you
about these pictures.

I give you all of my stories.

What do I get in return?

(CHUCKLES)

Does it have to be
so transactional?

Well, that's what life is.

(GLASS THUDS)

I'll tell you a story about me

if you'll tell me a story
about you.

Fine.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

LEE: I'd been the model,

I'd been the muse,
I'd been the ingenue.

But I was done
with all of that.

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

I was good at drinking,

having sex,
and taking pictures.

And I did all three
as much as I could.

Life was fun.

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

(IN ENGLISH) Beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful.

-(WOMEN LAUGHING)
-LEE: That's great.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(WOMEN SINGING IN FRENCH)

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

(CONTINUE SINGING IN FRENCH)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(LEE SIGHS)

How many arguments
do you think they've had

-since we left?
-(LEE SCOFFS)

You think they actually
got out of bed?

-(SOLANGE CHUCKLES)
-Hello?

PAUL: No.
He's not a "lunatic".

He's calculated. Evil.
And he won't last.

But the Germans
seem to love him.

Well, the French do not.

-Vive la France, mon amour.
-(IN ENGLISH) Lunch is served.

JEAN: Bravo. Come sit.

Merci.

SOLANGE: Please,
no more politics.

So, I was thinking,

we should swim
before cocktails this evening.

-Wonderful. I agree.
-(JEAN LAUGHS)

But seriously,

France will not stand
for his ideas,

we will move against him.

And when that fails,
England will be ready

to ride to your rescue
once more.

-MAN: Ah.
-Darling, you're here!

We were going to send out
a search party.

The English love to brag
about saving the day.

It helps that you usually wait

until the last second.
(CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

-Roland.
-Hi.

MAN RAY: Roland. Welcome.

SOLANGE: Was it
a hideously long journey?

ROLAND: From Cassis?

SOLANGE: From London,
of course.

ROLAND: I got stuck
behind a farmer.

You know Roland, don't you?

If I did, would I like him?

NUSCH: He's quite charming.

LEE: Mm. So I won't get bored

if we continue
with this introduction?

NUSCH: I doubt it.

His art gallery is selling
your tits and ass.

-(GROUP CHUCKLES)
-How much?

Oh. I get to speak for myself?

But clearly not priced
high enough.

Sold far too quickly.

I'd like to have
held onto them longer.

Suits me. I never did like
to hang around.

Haven't you heard?
That's what all ex-models do.

They travel the world

and pretend
to be someone interesting.

(GROUP LAUGHING)

What about you?
Why don't I know you?

Well, I'm not
particularly important.

I just peddle their wares.

Well, if you're not
that important,

maybe you should
cut your commission?

I work night and day
for you, my dear man.

Oh.

You don't look like someone
who works night and day.

And there's paint
on your hands,

so I assume
you're also an artist.

I see you don't wash it off,

is that because
you want people to know?

Or do you leave it there
because you need

to convince yourself
that you are?

And you pour your own wine

before asking the host
if you could.

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

I'll bet the members
of any major family in England

know your name before you
walk through the door.

You're part
of the establishment,

and you hate that.

Am I right?

My lot are Quakers.
Not exactly establishment.

But otherwise...

She can see us all.

Can I have a go?

-Please.
-(SCATTERED CHUCKLES)

MAN RAY: Good luck with that!

Hmm. You...

grew up staunchly
middle class,

which means you were poor
for the rich people

and rich for the poor people,

so you feel
you never fitted in either.

You're used to people
getting distracted

just by looking at you.

You've learned to use that.

Which makes you
cleverer than most.

You dislike anyone
who questions you,

especially when you know
you're wrong.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

And you have secrets.

Many...

that you'll never share.

-I'm never wrong.
-(GROUP LAUGHING)

MAN RAY: That's our Lee.

And I can pour
my own wine, too.

-(GLASS CLINKING)
-JEAN: Salute!

(GROUP SPEAKING FRENCH)

I've known you almost as long
as I've known Jean.

And I love you nearly as much.

We miss you.

Come back to Paris with us.

(SIGHS)

I don't know
who I am in Paris any more.

The question is,

who do you want to be now,
Lee Miller?

And what are you going to do
about that?

(GLASS THUDDING)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(LEE SIGHS)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

ROLAND: I've seen your work,
you know.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Tits and ass,

I remember.

No, I mean your real work,

your photographic work.

You're really very impressive.

Thank you.

I'd rather
take a picture than...

be one.

(LEE MOANS SOFTLY)

Do you mind if I come in?

You've known me
for four hours.

Just imagine
what I could know after five.

(LEE MOANS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(INHALES)

(SIGHS)

Roland?

Roland?

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SOLANGE: Ah.

Hello.

LEE: Morning.

(LEE SIGHS)

We were taking bets

on what time
we'd see you today.

Mm. Who won?

-Guess.
-(LEE CHUCKLES)

Well, he's much less square
than I would've thought.

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

NUSCH: Ah, he lives.
ROLAND: Morning.

(CHUCKLES)

ROLAND: Barely.

-Morning.
-LEE: Morning.

-(SOLANGE CHUCKLING)
-May I?

Please.

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
-Now look here.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CHUCKLES)

If I fall down these steps
and die,

be sure to say
nice things about me.

Don't let Man Ray
go on one of his rants.

"She lived as she looked,

"frivolously
and with adventure."

I'm not frivolous.

I'm not. (CHUCKLES)

Where should we go from here?

Well...

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Certainly not back down there.

(SIGHS)

I leave tomorrow.

Come with me to London?

(EXHALES)

When was the last time
you spent longer

than a few months
in one place?

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

How can you possibly
know all there is to know

if you stay in the same place
all the time?

And you find
enough purpose in that?

Well, maybe I haven't
found anything

interesting enough
to keep me around.

Anything or anyone?

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC CONTINUES)

-God.
-(ROLAND CHUCKLES)

-LEE: Don't run.
-(ROLAND CHUCKLES)

LEE: Well...

-Would you just...
-(BOTH CHUCKLING)

ANNOUNCER: This little lady
at the Shoe and Leather Fair

is showing off dainty footwear
for policemen.

But the serious
side of the show

has some very pretty things
for you to look at.

And you can
look at the shoes too.

-(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Going from one extreme
to the other,

when Hitler
has his 48th birthday,

they make a show of it
in a big way.

In fact, over there,

the recipe for successful
birthday parties

seems to be something like

throw a few hundred men
on parade,

present a few dozen colours
flapping in the breeze...

-Jesus, look at them all.
-They're idiots.

(ANNOUNCER CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)

ROLAND: But dangerous.

PICASSO:
They're all brainwashed.

Not everyone can believe this.

Surely they can see
what he is.

PAUL: But they don't.
Look at them.

-(CROWD CHEERING)
-This is not an act.

PICASSO: The only
sane response

to tyranny is to paint.

-To create.
-And drink.

PAUL: And write!
JEAN: And dance!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SERENE INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

YOUNG MAN: I still
don't understand

how none of you saw it coming.

It happened so slowly,

yet kind of overnight.

We woke up one morning

and Hitler was the most
powerful man in Europe.

Even as it was happening
it didn't feel real.

So what did you do?

Well...

LEE: I got on with my life.

By then, Europe was at war.

But it all seemed
a long way from London.

Roland, as an artist
and conscientious objector,

had been hired to develop
camouflage techniques

for the war effort.

And we felt safe.

-(DOOR CLOSES)
-LEE: Roland?

ROLAND: Darling, you're back.

(RADIO PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

Holy hell.

Your turn.

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
Which attacked the Italian...

Please, let me start dinner.

Come on,
I've had a breakthrough.

-You promised.
-I didn't promise.

I make it a point
never to promise anything.

-All right.
-(ROLAND CHUCKLES)

-How was town?
-Horrible.

It took forever to find a cab.

-Where do you want me?
-Right here, please.

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
...a considerable blow

to Mussolini...

You ready?

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS) All right,
make me invisible.

If I can make you invisible

-then I can hide anything.
-(CHUCKLES)

MAN: (OVER RADIO) ...that the
loss of German aircraft

to anti-aircraft defensive...

Be quick, I'm starving.

Queues were dreadful.

But I did find us
some butter today.

ROLAND: Mm-hmm.

And they had chilli powder
at Fortnum's,

so if we have to eat rats,

at least
they'll be well spiced.

(MAN CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
OVER RADIO)

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

(LEE SIGHS, CHUCKLES)

Concentrate.

That's quite hard to do.

(LEE MOANS SOFTLY)

(SOFTLY) Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus!

-AUDREY: Hmm?
-(CECIL SIGHS)

Don't be territorial, Audrey.

Editorial, I think you mean.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Excuse me, Miss Withers.

There's a Lee Miller
to see you.

The Lee Miller?

What's she doing in London?

AUDREY: Goodness.
Do show her in, Maud.

MAUD: Do come in.

Thank you.

-Cecil Beaton, hello.
-Well, well.

Something to say?

Lee Miller. I hear you're
the woman to see about a job.

Audrey Withers.

And, yes, I am.
Please, do sit down.

Thank you.

May I?

We don't hire older models.

Oh, don't blow a gasket.

-I'm not a model any more.
-Oh, dear.

-So what exactly are you then?
-Cecil.

Would you give us a moment?

Please.

I'll be back
to fix this disaster.

-I do apologise for Cecil.
-(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

-He can be a bit of a...
-Monster?

No. He never could hide
his disappointment

that women get old.

That's true.

And not entirely unique
to men in fashion.

But he is irritatingly
talented, so I manage.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

-(GASPS)
-(LEE CLEARS THROAT)

AUDREY: Where was this taken?

That's, er, Syria.

Erm, my studio work
is right here.

Er...

Oh, these really are
rather spectacular.

Mm, thank you.

But Cecil is right,
I'm afraid.

We're not hiring
at the moment.

To be frank, what with
all that's going on,

we're not sure how much longer
they'll let us keep at it.

Let me get through
the next issue,

see where we stand
and we'll talk again.

How does that sound?

She didn't say no.

She didn't say yes.

You're looking at this
the wrong way.

Oh, please. You weren't there.

I just wanna do my part,
how hard can it be?

You'll find something,
my love.

God, that is so patronising.

-(LEE SIGHS)
-(LIGHTER CLICKING)

Darling, I need
to tell you something.

What?

I've heard
that people in Paris

are going underground.

What do you mean?

It's getting dangerous.

Paul, Nusch, Solange, Jean,

they'll all be in hiding
from the Nazis.

YOUNG MAN: Why didn't you
go back to Paris?

I couldn't. Not then.

Paris was occupied
by the Nazis,

and Britain was all alone,

and we were totally cut off.

So, what else
is there to know?

LEE: Oh, plenty.

And although my friends were
living under occupation,

even they
were doing something.

Paul and Nusch
had joined the resistance.

But I didn't know that then

and I had no way
of reaching them.

And, er...

And then everyone started
doing their bit.

Roland was out most nights
being an Air Raid Warden.

And I felt useless.

And the more depressed I got,
the smaller my ass got.

Which is usually the opposite.

But did she end up
giving you the job?

Oh, yeah,
she caved pretty quickly.

I think she realised
that wrangling Cecil Beaton

would be a lot more fun
with another woman around.

(YOUNG MAN CHUCKLES)

Cecil Beaton...

Ugh.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

-Is everyone all right?
-Mercifully, yes.

Where's Audrey?

-There.
-(AUDREY SQUEALING)

It's actually
not as bad as it looks.

The structure is sound.

But we will need to move
in the basement for a while.

Are we out of business?

Oh! I don't see
why we should be.

I spoke to the Ministry
this morning,

and we have our paper ration.

-Well, that's a relief.
-We also have a mission.

To encourage the women
of Britain to do their duty.

Might I borrow these
for a moment?

-Certainly.
-LEE: Thank you.

Maud, come with me.

Er, and you.

-Would you care to join us?
-She's so creative.

LEE: Just hold it
in position...

-Okay.
-...with this ridiculous

strap thing.

-MAUD: I can't see a thing.
-Can't see a thing?

-I can't see.
-LEE: My gosh.

Here, this is your...
Right here. Right, here we go.

There!

(UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING)

There, that's it.

WOMAN: Oh, goodness.

Maud, you can sit right there.
All right, here we go.

Pay no attention
to the burning building

over my shoulder.

-(BOTH WOMEN CHUCKLE)
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

LEE: The Blitz
turned houses inside out,

streets upside down,

and created chaos
for the people of London.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

But everyone carried on

and I did what I could
to capture it.

Men were sent off to fight.

The wives were left behind
caring for their children.

Without that responsibility

we were able
to be single-minded.

We worked all hours.

(SCOFFS) Anything to get
the next issue out.

The months rolled by...

-(EXPLOSION)
-...bombs rained down.

It became part of daily life.

There were times
when we froze our asses off,

but we just kept going.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Audrey was a terrific boss

and we became friends.

There wasn't much more to it
than that.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Oh, Audrey.

Children?

Oh, God, no. You?

Oh, God, no.

May I?

YOUNG MAN: So you never
actually wanted children?

Well, I never thought I could.

(LEE CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I was never
cut out for mothering.

(SIGHS)

Why are you asking an
old woman so many questions?

(CHUCKLES)

-Come on, you're not that old.
-Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Now, isn't that like a man?

First, I'm not young enough,
then I'm not old enough.

Just trying to understand.

What?

Trying to understand you.

(EXHILARATING MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN WAILING)

WOMAN: Target...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PLANE ENGINES WHIRRING)

LEE: I was ambitious.

I was good
at shooting on my own.

Er...

Maybe form a line.

In my experience,

working partnerships
were tricky.

And there can
only be one boss.

Evening, ladies.

LEE: But then Davy Scherman
from Life Magazine showed up.

-Hello.
-Hiya.

Not exactly the place
I thought

I'd find another Yank.

LEE: Uh-huh.

DAVY: It's a little bit dark.

LEE: I know.

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
-May I?

(SIGHS)

LEE: Suddenly it wasn't
a competition, we were a team.

It felt easy.

-Left a little.
-Yes, ma'am.

-Say "Blitz".
-WOMEN: Blitz!

-(ALL LAUGH)
-Thank you.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

(PLANE ENGINES DRONING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER SPEAKERS)

OFFICER: I'm afraid this is
as far as you can go, ma'am.

LEE: No, I...
I'm with Vogue Magazine.

Look, she's with me.

You need
military accreditation

beyond this point.

(SCOFFS) Oh, God.

The publications
were informed, ma'am.

Only non-military access
for women.

Please make your way
over toward the mess block.

Jeez. (SIGHS)

You think they'd let up
after I spent hours

in that goddamn car.

Sorry.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh.

-Hello.
-LEE: Oh, excuse me.

I'm Lee Miller.
I work for Vogue.

Oh! Ann Douglas, ATA.

Wow, you fly.

Only ferrying our bombers
between bases. But...

Yes, I do.

Would you mind
if I took your picture?

Oh, no problem.

Your work, it really, erm...

It lets us know
what's going on out there.

Thank you.

Let's push you back
over here by the door.

Let's try that.

-(ANN CHUCKLES)
-There you go.

See if we can get you
in the magazine.

Oh. Does this sort of thing
get published?

LEE: Hopefully.

-(BOTH CHUCKLE)
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Would you mind
taking off your hat?

-Wonderful. Here we go.
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

There.

Don't wanna take any more
of your time.

Pleasure meeting you.

Lovely to meet you,
Miss Miller.

-(PAPER RUSTLING)
-(PEN SCRATCHING)

Are you still staying
in that shitty hotel?

Not for long if I keep
bringing home broken mirrors.

Mm. Well, you're welcome
to stay here.

-We have the room.
-DAVY: You sure?

And Roland wouldn't mind?

The only people who care

about the men
I'm sleeping with

are the men
I'm not sleeping with.

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

Away?

Where?

The coast.

I'm only a few hours away.

For how long?

ROLAND: A while, I expect.

We're getting ready,
aren't we?

For the invasion of Europe.

Oh, I know as much as you do,
I'm afraid.

I'll be disguising tanks
to look like ice cream kiosks,

but I didn't tell you that.

Davy, take our picture
before he leaves.

Yep.

-ROLAND: Aw.
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

LEE: (SOFTLY) Don't go.
ROLAND: It won't be long.

(SOFTLY) Stop.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

CECIL: No. No. No!

Not some
poor woman's intimates!

If Lee Miller
thinks she can...

It's not about
what Lee Miller thinks

or doesn't think, Cecil.

This is about our duty
to our readers.

Those of us
without housekeepers

or hot water

care about
a lot more than couture.

-It's not Vogue's place...
-It's not your place!

The pants stay on the line.
Thank you.

Lee.

Cecil.

Well, I think
that's what you English call

getting your knickers
in a twist.

(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

Only a woman
could have taken these.

Well, thank you.

(SIGHS) Audrey, listen to me.

When the time comes,
send me to Europe.

The Ministry
has been very clear

that when the time comes,
our duty will be...

To do our bit. Yes, yes, yes.
I know, I know.

But why should the men
get to decide what that is?

Why can't women go to
the frontline? Why?

As much as I admire
your tenacity, and I do, Lee,

it wouldn't work.

You wouldn't be able
to get anything back to us

without military sanction.

It's just fruitless.

I'm sorry.

Ask again.

(CHUCKLES)

DAVY: Yeah. Yeah.

I'll be there.

All right, so long.

(RECEIVER HITTING CRADLE)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

-When do you go?
-(SIGHS)

-Dakota leaves in the morning.
-(SCOFFS)

You don't even speak French.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(SIGHS)

-(DOOR OPENING)
-(DAVY INHALES SHARPLY)

DAVY: Hey.

LEE: Scoot over.

DAVY: What's going on?
You all right?

(GRUNTS) That's bullshit.

It's bullshit!

(SIGHS) I know
it's not your fault.

But I should have the right
to go as much as you do.

The only reason you get to go

is because
you have a set of balls.

(CHUCKLES) Lee,
I was sleeping.

Look, I don't wanna
go anywhere.

I'm happy right here
in this bed with you.

-I understand, I really do.
-(SIGHS)

The British
and their damn rules,

they're never gonna send you.

Besides, you're an American.

Holy shit.

(JOVIAL INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

Holy shit!

That's right, I'm an American.

(SCOFFS) I'm an American.

(CHUCKLING) You're a genius,
Davy Scherman.

You're a goddamn,
fucking genius! (KISSES)

Turns out, I'd been barking up
the wrong tree.

The British were never
going to send

a female correspondent
to a war zone.

But the Americans
were different.

They weren't held back
by tradition.

You're absolutely sure
you want to do this?

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Will you be all right?

Let's hope so.

Do be careful.

-Please.
-I'll try.

(AUDREY CHUCKLES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TAXI DOOR CLOSES)

LEE: I was born determined.

And I had never felt so alive.

It was all an adventure to me.

I had to be
where the action was

and that was Europe,

and I'd arrived.

And finally had a chance
to see things for myself.

(SOLDIER SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY)

There's no women allowed
in the press briefings.

You've gotta be kidding me.

(SIGHS)

Is there a powder room
around here?

SPENCER: The enemy
is well-trained,

well-equipped,

and battle-hardened.

Our air offensive has reduced
their strength in the air

and their capacity
to wage war on the ground.

As you may know,
we, along with our allies,

have increased the target
bombing over Germany

over the course
of the past few weeks.

Now, you will each be assigned
to specific units

as we continue
to put the pressure

on the ground attack
here in France.

It's pretty lively out there.

Watch your backs, your fronts.

Eyes on the road.

Dismissed.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You!

Well, you must be Lee Miller?

Well,
it's a war zone, Colonel.

Just Lee is fine.

Well, "Just Lee",
there's no women

in the press briefings.

I assume
you received the instruction.

I guess I didn't
hear correctly. (CHUCKLES)

Can you hear me now?

Yes, sir.

We don't send women to combat.

Well, that's a problem
because I'm here.

Which means...

Which means
I have to deal with you.

Follow me.

These doctors perform
over 100 procedures per day.

Every day.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

NURSE: Just hold still.

(SOLDIER GROANING)

Excusez-moi.

NURSE: We need
some scissors here.

(SOLDIER COUGHING)

DOCTOR: Jesus Christ! Light!

I need a light over here.

LEE: Here. Here, here.
DOCTOR: Over here with that.

-Lights!
-LEE: Oh.

Come here.

-(TISSUE TEARING)
-(METAL CLANKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

LEE: Even when I wanted
to look away...

I knew I couldn't.

Roland wrote to me every week

begging me to come home.

He didn't understand
why I wanted to be there.

There were moments
when I didn't either.

(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(BLOWS)

-May I?
-Of course.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

We have to keep going.

BURNED SOLDIER: Hey.

I've seen you here.

Who are you?

I'm Lee.

-I'm with Vogue Magazine.
-Yeah?

-You scouting for models?
-(CHUCKLES)

I don't need to, found you.

What's your name?

Kurt.

You have beautiful eyes, Kurt.

I've got my mom's eyes.

Lucky boy.

(CHUCKLES) They tell me
I'm going home.

(KURT SIGHS)

Hey,

can you take my picture?

When I get home
and all handsome

I want my girl
to see how brave I was.

Of course.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

SPENCER: Miller.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Will you make sure
they print that?

I promise.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Grab your kit.
You're going to Saint-Malo.

You can hitch a ride
with Civil Affairs.

Really?

Write your own obituary
and send it to your editor

before you leave.

Standard practice.

Don't get excited.
Town's pacified.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

-(EXPLOSION)
-(LEE PANTING)

(SOLDIER SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY)

-(EXPLOSION)
-(YELPS)

(MACHINE GUN FIRE)

(EXPLOSION)

(LEE PANTING)

(PANTING)

-(MACHINE GUN FIRE)
-(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(EXPLOSION)

SOLDIER: Goddamn it!
Get out of here! Move!

What?

Hey! We have to move, come on.

What the hell
are you doing here?

They just said
it was pacified.

No, no.
You can't be here, lady.

(EXPLOSION)

Stay there!

-Let's go! Eyes on me!
-(COUGHING)

SOLDIER 1: Charlie Three!

This is Baker One-Five.

Still receiving heavy fire
from enemy position. Over!

(PANTING, COUGHING)

(SOLDIER 1 SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY)

(GUNS FIRING)

SOLDIER 2: Coordinates...

Coordinates 325...

(EXPLOSION)

SOLDIER 3: 364.
SOLDIER 2: 364. Over.

Don't mind me.

Up 100, left 200.

Up 100, left 200.

I'd stay away
from that window, Mac.

They've got snipers.

-(EXPLOSION)
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(ALL COUGHING)

JONESY: What the fuck
was that?

-Jesus Christ, you again?
-You said to stay here.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

-Downstairs now. Now!
-No, wait.

JONESY: You wanna be useful,

there's a bunch
of French women in the cellar.

-Listen, buddy...
-Find me one

that speaks English. God!

(IN ENGLISH) Yeah, honey,
that's what they all say.

JONESY: (IN ENGLISH)
What you got?

(LEE SIGHS)

That evil witch says
her neighbour's

been tipping off the Germans
about your night drops.

And the blonde?

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

She's just a girl
who got taken advantage of.

SOLDIER 1: Sure she did.

What did you say?

(SCOFFS) That's what
they all say.

-JONESY: Private.
-How dare you?

What the hell?

SOLDIER 2:
They put up the white flag!

Asshole.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Heil Hitler.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

Fuck.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENING)

DAVY: Who do I
have to sleep with

to get some dinner
around here?

(LEE SIGHS, CHUCKLES)

About fucking time.

Not to be sentimental but...

I am glad you're not dead.

LEE: (CHUCKLES)
Good to see you.

-(DAVY CHUCKLES)
-(LEE SIGHS IN RELIEF)

LEE: Come on.

DAVY: So...

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

(SIGHS) This goddamn
blank page.

Spoken like a true writer.

I want it to be good.

I want it to be true, but I...

I want it to be good.

Worry about
the true part first.

Make it good later.

(LEE SIGHS)

-I'm happy to see you.
-DAVY: Yeah, you, too.

It was napalm, wasn't it?

Well, we didn't know
it was napalm

until much later.

Audrey couldn't figure out

why the censors refused
to print it. (CHUCKLES)

Never thanked her.

For what?

Well...

For trying.

(TYPEWRITER WHIRRING)

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

(AEROPLANE SOARING)

DAVY: What's that?

It's a poem.

By Paul Eluard.

Who's he?

He's... He...

He's my friend.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH)
"On my school books.

"On my desk.

"And on the trees.

"On the sand.

"On the snow.

"I write your name."

(WOMAN YELLING IN FRENCH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

LEE: (IN ENGLISH) Excuse me.

Allez!

(IN ENGLISH) Excuse me.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(IN ENGLISH)
What're they saying?

That she's a whore.

A dirty, collaborating whore.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

No one can tell you
what it feels like.

Shame.

There are different kinds
of wounds.

Not just the ones you can see.

Liberation.

The word was as joyous
as it felt.

People celebrated.

But Paris was just one city.

The war continued
across Europe.

The fighting
was far from over.

And for me, well, things were
just getting going.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DAVY: David Scherman
and Lee Miller.

Any packages for Lee Miller?

-(SPEAKING FRENCH)
-Merci.

-DAVY: Mm-hmm.
-(LEE CHUCKLES)

Another loving metaphor?

-Mm. Hmm.
-(LAUGHING)

(SIGHS, SNIFFS)

Oh! God bless you,
Audrey Withers.

If we're heading out do I,
er, do I get to shave first?

That's all right. I'm, er...

I need to see a friend.

-I won't be long.
-All right.

(LEE CLEARS THROAT)

(BELL TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

MAN: Relax. Come on.
Take it off.

WOMAN: No.
MAN: You wanted this.

WOMAN: No. (SPEAKING FRENCH)

MAN: (IN ENGLISH) Come on.

Stop. Please.

WOMAN: No. (SPEAKING FRENCH)

-(IN ENGLISH) No.
-MAN: This is what you want.

-(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
-(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

MAN: (IN ENGLISH) Just
shut up. Shut... Shh!

WOMAN: No!
MAN: Shut up.

-You fuck, fuck!
-What?

-Get off of her!
-MAN: Get off of me.

-Crazy bitch.
-LEE: Get away from her.

-Fucker, leave her alone!
-Jesus Christ.

-Asshole!
-(MAN GRUNTS)

-Jesus Christ.
-(PANTING)

You think
they'd be more grateful.

LEE: Get outta here.

Get outta here! Go on!

MAN: (CHUCKLES) Dumb bitch.

Fucking...

-(LEE PANTING)
-(DOOR CLOSES)

Are you all right?

Here. (PANTING)

Next time...

cut it off!

(CHILDREN CHATTERING,
LAUGHING)

(CHILDREN YELLING
INDISTINCTLY)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Excuse me, madame.

Madame.

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

Solange?

Lee.

Oh, Solange!

Solange.

Oh!

(LEE SOBS)

Oh, my God.
You're skin and bones.

You're freezing.

SOLANGE: Yes.

(CHAIR SCRAPING)

LEE: Sit.

Come sit. Sit.

Solange...

(SIGHS)

They're gone.

Everyone's gone.

My son's gone.

He was trying to reach
the outskirts of Paris

to welcome the Americans.

We're here now.

Everything will be all right.

They shot him.

-The Germans.
-What?

Jean made him promise not
to join the resistance.

But I...

I could not stop him

after they took
his father away.

-They took Jean away?
-Yes.

Where did they take him?

I looked for him
after they released me.

Released you from...

From... From where, Solange?
I don't understand.

You have to ask
these questions

because you weren't here.

So you don't know.

(SOFTLY) No.

Come back
to the hotel with me.

What if Jean comes back
and he can't find me?

What if he comes back
and there's this mess?

Please come with me.

I promise
I'll take care of you.

Promise.

Don't make promises
you can't keep.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(LEE SIGHS)

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

Davy!

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

-(FEET SHUFFLING)
-(BOTTLE CLINKING)

(COINS JINGLING)

-(COINS CLATTERING)
-Oh.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(COIN CLATTERS)

Davy!

Davy Scherman!

(SOFTLY) Lee,
what are you doing?

Did they lock...

(LOUDLY WHISPERING)
Did they lock the door?

(DAVY SIGHS)

Come on.

All right, all right.

DAVY: Where'd you go?
What the hell happened?

(SIGHS)

Here, drink this.

(LEE SNIFFS, SIGHS)

Okay. All right.

-(DAVY SIGHS)
-You're a good guy, Davy.

You're one of the good ones.

(SCOFFS) Yeah. I'm all right.

Really bad things
do happen.

You know?

Bad things do happen
to some of us girls.

(SIGHS)

Lee...

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DAVY CHUCKLES)

Lee, honey,
what do you mean by that?

-You know what?
-(GROANS)

We'll talk about it later.

Let's get you to bed, okay?

-Lean back.
-(SIGHS)

-There you go. There you go.
-(GROANS)

(GROANS)

-(SIGHS)
-DAVY: It's all right.

(LEE GROANS)

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

Well, I think it's safe to say

you're getting
the hang of this.

LEE: You think?

-It's damn good.
-Oh.

(CROWD CHANTING IN FRENCH)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(IN ENGLISH)
"And by the power of the word

"I start my life again.

-"I am born to know you.
-NUSCH: "To name you."

ALL: Liberte!

(CROWD CHEERING, APPLAUDING)

(LEE GASPS)

Oh.

-DAVY: I gave her my helmet.
-(NUSCH LAUGHING)

She pissed in it.

Emptied it out the window.
I'm trying not to look.

You know,
disinfects it with hooch.

And then hands it
straight back to me.

(NUSCH LAUGHING)

And being Davy, he put it
right back on his head.

-DAVY: Yep.
-(LAUGHING)

That's right.

Men usually do idiotic things
around our Lee.

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

It feels...

It feels strange to laugh.

(SERENE MUSIC PLAYING)

We could never laugh
in hiding.

We could barely breathe.

Paris is like a smile

where half the teeth
are missing.

I saw Solange.

They kept her in prison
for three months.

We didn't know where.

We didn't know
if she was alive.

And then one day she was back.

-Why did they take her?
-Who knows.

Evil Nazi logic.

And what's happened to Jean?

Do...

-Do you know anything?
-PAUL: No.

We just...

We just don't know.
Everyone's looking for someone

but none of us
have any answers.

They're fucking barbarians.

And it's not just Jews.

Artists. Communists.
Homosexuals.

Black people. Gypsies.

Anyone with an opinion.

Anyone who didn't fit
their ideals.

They just disappeared.
And with no warning.

All we know is

they pushed them onto trains.

Old women.

Tiny children.

And when they go off
on those trains,

they don't come back.

Where do they take them?

They're just gone.

So many people are gone.

DAVY: People don't
just disappear.

Je sais pas.
I don't... I don't know.

They do.

LEE: Mm.

(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)

-(AUDREY LAUGHING)
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes. Yes! (SIGHS)

Audrey Withers.

Thanks for the care package.

AUDREY: (OVER PHONE) Lee!
How's liberation of gay Paris?

They say it's marvellous.

It must just be one big party.

We're all on tenterhooks
to hear what you have to say,

of course.

We're actually
celebrating here.

Maud's mother's made a cake.

(LEE SIGHS)

Have you spoken to Roland?
How's he getting along?

Lee?

Are you there?

Have there been any reports
of missing people in the news?

Missing?

-I don't understand.
-(SCOFFS)

Thousands and thousands
of missing people.

Erm, anything?

Sorry, it's not very clear.
Who's missing?

(SCOFFS)

-It's not over at all.
-I know.

But by the time
the next issue goes to print

I'm sure there'll
be more good news.

Erm...

I've gotta go.

-What...
-(SIGHS)

-Do... Do be careful...
- (RECEIVER HITTING CRADLE)

(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(SIGHS)

-(GROANS)
-(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

What?

Look what the cat dragged in.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GASPS)

(SIGHS, GIGGLES)

(LEE MOANS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(LEE AND ROLAND MOANING)

-LEE: Oh, God!
-(ROLAND GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Are you all right?

Mm-hmm.

I think you should come home.

(SCOFFS)

I can't just
come home, Roland.

I've missed you terribly.

This'll all be over soon.

I think you've got to let me
look after you now.

Look after me?

(SIGHS) Oh, Jesus Christ.

-What's the matter?
-Is that why you're here?

To escort me home?

No. No.

Everything's changed.
It's all different now.

-(LIGHTER CLICKS)
-I'm the same.

You're the same.

Everything will be back
to normal,

-it'll all be better.
-(SCOFFS)

-LEE: Normal?
-(LIGHTER BANGING)

(SIGHS)

You only want me home
so you can feel better

about spending the war
painting some fucking sheds.

There's no need to be cruel.

-What are you talking about?
-Please keep your voice down.

People are missing.
Our friends.

I can't just come home,
sit still, and do nothing.

Lee.

-I don't have a choice.
-That's not true.

Have you heard a goddamn word
I just said?

ROLAND: Yes, I have.

I'm just worried about you.

Well, don't.

ROLAND: And I love you.

Come home.

Please.

I love you, too.

(KISSES)

(LEE SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Roland thinks I should...

"Roland thinks"
is not really a sentence

I'd like to hear
finished right now.

LEE: I'm heading to the front.

Ready to go?

(GLASS THUDS)

That's not what I thought
you were gonna say.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

LEE: Why didn't I
just go home?

I guess I could have.

But I've always been the last
to leave the party.

You want some?

Everybody's taking them.

Takes the edge off.

I'm all right, thanks.

Suit yourself.

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE IDLING)

Oh, God.

My entire body hurts.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Ugh!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

We drove for months.

Didn't wash for weeks.

Five hundred miles
into the worst of it all.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Colonel.
-Miller.

SPENCER: Suicide pacts.

We're finding them everywhere.

Whole families
swallowing cyanide.

DAVY: We the first ones here?

Yes, you are.

DAVY: Thanks.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

There's so much life
in a person's eyes.

Right up until the moment
that there isn't.

It was no longer something
I'd heard about or imagined.

(SIGHS)

It was real.

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

SOLDIER 1: Okay,
that's far enough.

LEE: Once you've seen it...

(DAVY GRUNTS)

...you can never unsee it.

(BOTH GAGGING)

(LEE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TRAIN DOOR OPENING)

SOLDIER 2:
No sign of life, sir.

-(TRAIN DOOR OPENING)
-(LEE GAGGING)

SOLDIER 2: No sign of life.

-(LEE GASPS)
-(DAVY GAGGING)

SOLDIER 2:
No sign of life, sir.

(BOTH GAGGING)

DAVY: Oh, my God.

(LEE COUGHING)

(DAVY PANTING)

(LEE PANTING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

-(LEE GAGGING)
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

-LEE: Davy.
-Yeah?

Davy, give me a leg up.
(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(SIGHS) All right.

Okay. (GRUNTS)

(GROANING, PANTING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(MAN COUGHING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(EXCITED CHATTER)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(YOUNG GIRL PANTING)

LEE: (SOFTLY) It's all right.

It's all right.

See?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

(SOFTLY) I'm not gonna
hurt you.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(LEE EXHALES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

LEE: Jesus Christ.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

DAVY: What?

(DOOR CREAKS)

(LEE EXHALING SHARPLY)

Davy.

And go.

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
-(FLASH BULB CRACKLING)

All right, let's go.

Got it?

LEE: Yeah.

-Okay, come on.
-LEE: Yeah.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(LEE SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Davy, slow down. Slow down.

Is this it?

Yeah, left. Left.

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

Prinzregentenplatz, yeah.

(ENGINE STOPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(GATE OPENING)

(GATE CLOSES)

-DAVY: Hiya, press.
-This place is off limits.

Officers only.

-Cigarette?
-Thank you.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

-It's kinda chilly out, huh?
-GUARD: Sure is.

I'm Lee Miller.

This is my friend
David Scherman.

We'd love to step inside

for a few moments if...

that would be all right.

Thank you.

(GATE OPENS)

-Good evening.
-SOLDIER 1: Ma'am.

(GATE CLOSES)

(LEE SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

SOLDIER 2: You guys
got any requests?

(PLAYING NOTES ON PIANO)

Welcome to
Hitler's humble abode.

DAVY: Thanks.

-SOLDIER 3: Cigarette?
-Oh. Thank you.

-Thank you.
-SOLDIER 3: Pleasure.

-Hi.
-Hi.

(WHISPERING) Davy.

Fuck.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) After you.

(GLASS THUDS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

(WATER RUNNING)

Hey, Davy, it's hot.

(WHISPERING) Davy.

Come here.

-What?
-Come on, quick. I need you.

DAVY: For what?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

-(IN NORMAL VOICE) Is it good?
-Locked.

LEE: All right.

DAVY: All right.

Here?

Yeah.

-Ready?
-Yeah. You?

-Oh. Hot!
-Wipe off the frame.

-Yeah.
-LEE: (SIGHS) Fucking thing.

Wait.

-(GLASS BREAKING)
-(SCOFFS)

-(GLASS SMASHING)
-Jesus Christ!

(LAUGHING)

Is that in?

-Just check.
-All right, it's in. Come on.

Make sure
you can't see my tits,

we'll never get it
past the censor.

(SIGHS)

LEE: Go.

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
-(FLASH BULB CRACKLING)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(LEE LAUGHING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

LEE: Davy?

(SIGHS) I... I don't know...

(DAVY SOBBING)

DAVY: All those people.

All those people.

They were all my people.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(GATE OPENS, CREAKING)

(GATE CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

LEE: Hitler and Eva Braun
were dead

by the time we were
in his apartment.

They'd committed suicide
in Berlin.

But we didn't know that.

Did that change how you felt?

(SCOFFS) Washing
in Der Fuhrer's bathtub?

What on earth
made you do that?

You think it was wrong?

I think it sounds like you.

-What does that mean?
-Being impulsive.

Not thinking
about the consequences

or appearances.

Why the hell should I
care about appearances?

Why don't you answer
some goddamn questions, hmm?

Fine.

Tell me about your mother.

What do you want me to say?

Up to you.

(INHALES)

I spent my entire life

thinking that
I was the problem.

My mere existence
was the problem.

Took me a long time to realise
it wasn't me. It was her.

I felt like she blamed me

for everything
that went wrong in her life.

And...

And that made me feel like
I ruined everything for her.

That's really what you think?

Do you have
another explanation?

That's disappointing.

LEE: Stop.

(GRUNTS)

Jesus Christ.

(ENGINE IDLING)

(TAXI DOOR CLOSES)

(LEE SIGHS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(PLATE CLATTERING)

(DOOR OPENS)

-ROLAND: I think it's here.
-(DOOR CLOSES)

Where are they?

-Where are my pictures?
-ROLAND: Are they not there?

-Let me look.
-No, they're not fucking here!

(MAGAZINE SLAMS ON TABLE)

(PANTING, GRUNTS)

MAUD: Lee?
Hello, can I help you?

(DRAWER SLAMS SHUT)

Are... Are you looking
for something in particular?

(DRAWER SLAMS SHUT)

MAUD: Er...

Can I... Can I help?

Where are they? Huh?

(DRAWER SLAMS SHUT)

-(PAPER RIPPING)
-MAUD: Oh, goodness!

Stop! Stop!
Please, you mustn't.

These are mine.

I took them. I decide
what happens to them.

-(PANTING)
-MAUD: Lee!

AUDREY: (YELLING) Stop! Stop!
Stop, stop, stop!

Stop, they're
an historical record.

Well, who cares?
Nobody saw them!

You didn't print them.

I fought for them, Lee.
I fought for them!

-Fuck!
-These must be preserved.

For what? To just sit
in a filing cabinet?

The Ministry thought
they may disturb people.

Fuck! This happened!

-This really happened.
-Lee. Lee!

-This happened.
-Lee, Lee.

These images
will disturb people

more than they've already
been disturbed.

People need to move on.

Move on? Move on?

All right. This little girl,
in a death camp,

raped and beaten!

How does she move on?
How does she move on?

Ever. Ever. (PANTING)

Ever. (PANTING)

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I just wanna...

(SOBBING)

AUDREY: I've sent them
to New York.

And I'm hoping
that American Vogue

will publish them.

I'm really trying, Lee.
I'm really trying.

(SIGHS)

Not hard enough.

You're not trying hard enough.
(BREATH TREMBLING)

(AUDREY SOBS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

AUDREY: I know you think
I've let you down.

And I wish

that you'd let me explain

before you started
destroying them.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

I'm sorry.

My mother was unwell

when I was seven years old.

So I was sent to stay with

family friends
until she got better.

They were nice people.

They were good to me.

(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

But there was another man
who came to visit.

He had dark hair.

He took care of me
at the house when the...

The family
went into town one day.

He took me into the bedroom

and told me,

"Lie down."

And he...

(STAMMERING) He...

My mother said
I should never tell.

(SIGHS) She was...

She was so ashamed.

So I've never told.

AUDREY: Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's unthinkable.

But it happens all the time.

And they just
get away with it.

(AUDREY SIGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

This is a...

lock of hair

from your first haircut.

(LEE CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

This is the first book
I ever read to you.

This is the first picture
you ever drew.

This is the first picture

I ever took of you
and your father.

I know I made mistakes.

And I know I may not have been
a good mother, Tony.

But I really tried.

Why didn't you tell me
about any of this?

I wish I'd known.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)