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you are one ominous sight.

Come on, everybody, get up.

Oh, darling, are you sure?

That is an order.

Anyway, I drive better with a couple of

drinks inside me.

But you can hardly drive worse.

Oh, isn't he a gorgeous?

Yes, an absolute gorgeous.

Oh, Roland, darling, make way for the breadwinner,

you lousy...

Hello, Roland.

Welcome home.

Roland, I get a greeting from my ever

loved one.

Darling.

Well, one thing I will say, old man,

it's a good job you're not thin-skinned.

Don't you believe it?

Underneath that mild exterior, there beats a heart

of unalloyed humility, doesn't it, darling?

Making out my role isn't sensitive.

Of course not.

Oh, have a drink.

He just knows which side his bread is

buttered, and by whom.

Thanks.

What are we celebrating?

I got another ticket today.

And no prizes for guessing what fort.

Well done.

I was only doing 74.

In a 30-mile limit.

Oh, I don't make the stupid regulations.

Well, Sam, it only needs another offence in

the next two years, and you could lose

your licence altogether.

Is that so?

You tell her, old man.

Heaven knows we've been trying.

Oh, for pity's sake.

Do you always have to be such a

bore?

Oh, my love.

I tell you, I've just about had enough

of it.

It wouldn't be so bad if she only

treated me like that when we were alone,

but to be humiliated in front of people

like Jack and Olive.

Oh.

It's quarter to seven.

Well, I'd rather tell you than have you

trying to look at your watch over my

shoulder.

Hey, it's just a joke.

It serves me right for going out with

a married man.

Well, I...

I suppose I'll have to go soon.

I won't let you go.

Shall I make a scene?

Do you want to?

Often.

Whenever you say her name or when I

catch you glancing at your watch.

Not to mention every time you have to

leave me to go back to Vivienne.

I don't just mean like now.

That's the worst, but walking with you or

in the pub.

I'm waiting for it, but when you actually

say it, I'll have to be going.

I could scream.

Every time.

You never do.

I thought you got enough of that at

home.

Go on.

Yes, I will.

Isn't it ridiculous?

I actually got quite soppy the other day

washing and ironing that handkerchief you left behind.

Would you marry me?

Not much point under the circumstances.

If I were free.

The answer would be no.

It's not that I don't love you.

It's just I'd be no good to you

long term and I can't even count on

keeping my job for much longer.

You won't want me with a white stick

and a guide dog.

I could keep you.

And there must be some treatment, something somebody

can do.

No, not really.

What's that supposed to mean?

There is one man in Cambridge.

What is that?

Coburn, Professor George Coburn.

But it's an experimental unit outside the health

service.

They struggle along on a grant from some

foundation and apparently the only way they can

make ends meet is by charging the patients.

Expensive?

Been into it, it's not even worth thinking

about.

How much?

It could add up to thousands.

Right, right.

I'll make an appointment for us to see

him.

The first thing to do is to find

out whether he can help you.

Then we'll worry about the money.

It's about time I started taking some responsibility

for you.

How's Vivian going to like that?

Well, Vivian will just have to get used

to it, won't she?

I'm going home now.

I'm going to tell her about you tonight.

I wanted to get away from you.

That time I went to America.

I thought of divorcing you.

I did love you at first.

Never met anyone like you.

All that dazzle and drive.

They could have lit London by plugging you

into the national grid.

What a pity it all fizzled out.

Yes.

Yes, it is a pity.

Nobody's fault.

And now that I've told you about Anna...

I don't see what's funny about it.

No, you wouldn't.

What about all the men you've had?

Is that funny too?

I see it's all my fault, is it?

That's not very gallant of you.

Trying to make out that I drove you

into the arms of this little freak.

Anna is not a freak.

No, just blind.

She's going blind, yes, unless we can find

somebody to do something about it.

She's also a very special person.

She must be to see anything in you.

Vivienne, be reasonable.

I would be reasonable if you wanted to

have a fling with some real red-blooded

woman.

In fact, you would have my deepest sympathy.

But this myopic little Miss Mouse, what does

she do for a living?

She's a bookseller.

Warlocks?

Never heard of them.

All right, she's an assistant in a bookstore.

Oh, what a stinking rodent.

Well, we don't all get a fat allowance

from Daddy.

No, some of us get our houses bought

and our businesses financed by him, don't we?

And are never allowed to forget it.

Seriously, though, what is the attraction?

Surely you don't think that fun and games

with a blind local shop girl is going

to make you healthy, wealthy and wise?

Since you ask, the attraction is that Anna

has made me feel like a man again.

Oh, come on!

Yes.

Yes, it's true.

And it's pretty damn amazing, after five years

of being emasculated by you and your family.

All right.

So what do you want me to do

about it?

I take it you have some purpose in

inflicting this tedious little saga on me?

I told you, I want a divorce.

Oh!

No way.

Vivienne.

Mm?

We don't even like each other.

Right.

And it's not as though there are any

children to worry about.

Right again.

Then for heaven's sake, why can't we have

a painless divorce?

Because I won't agree.

We'd both be much happier.

In my case, it's arguable.

I don't have anyone else.

Momentarily.

Much more to the point, when did you

ever make me happy?

Well, that's all the more reason for getting

rid of me.

Not if that's what you want.

What?

I don't intend to be made to look

a fool.

Oh, if that's the problem, fine.

I mean, if I'm not proud, you leave

me.

Nobody's leaving anybody.

Vivienne, for heaven's sake!

You needn't look a fool.

And I warn you, that Tim Pot firm

of yours will be closed down in the

time it takes me to make one phone

call to Daddy.

Unless, of course, you can raise the money

to pay him back.

You'd really do that?

Try me.

Nice idea, this.

Too noisy in the pub at lunchtime.

This is better.

You see, Vivienne's father lent me their capital

to start up on my own, interest-free.

Decent of him.

It wasn't exactly philanthropy.

It was his idea of tying down his

son-in-law and of getting a stake

in the microchip revolution.

But the fact of the matter is, if

she as much as lifts a finger, he'll

pull out.

And if he does?

In the present economic climate, no-one's going

to lend me the money, which means curtains

for a business which is just beginning.

Anyway, that's irrelevant.

The point is, she...

she won't give me a divorce.

Maybe she'll come round.

You can't count on it.

No.

Well, that makes it practically impossible for me

to tell you what I have to say.

Darling, this is about your eyes.

Don't worry.

I've made an appointment for us with this

specialist, Professor Cope.

Darling, what's the matter?

I've got us into an even worse mess.

I'm going to have a baby.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

You wonderful woman.

I thought it would be the last straw.

After five years of being told how boring,

how useless I was in bed and out

of it, I do love you.

Here's to babies.

Right.

Mop up and come sit down.

Yeah, bye.

I think we can help you.

It's only fair that I should warn you

that the technique I'd like to use is

still strictly in the experimental stage.

So, Anna would be a guinea pig?

Yes.

There's no guarantee of success?

None at all.

That's not very encouraging.

I don't want to mislead you.

On the other hand, if nothing's done, there's

no doubt that you'll lose your job.

You'll lose your sight.

And in a matter of months rather than

years.

Oh, I see.

So, we take the chance, or face that

certainty?

That's about it.

There's also the question of money.

I wish there was, but I'm afraid there

is.

Is there no possibility of getting it done

on the health service?

Not a hope in hell.

It's difficult enough to get them to pay

for orthodox treatment these days.

Well, can we think about it, talk it

over and come back to you?

Yes, of course, I don't want to pressure

you, but there is another time element to

consider, and fact two.

At the moment, by some miracle, the optic

nerve isn't damaged.

But it will be in a matter of

weeks rather than months.

Once it is, there'll be nothing anyone can

do.

There's also the question of your pregnancy.

It's very early.

It's not a problem at the moment, but

we're talking about special treatment.

I wouldn't be happy about undertaking it much

above another month or so.

Well, that doesn't give us long to go

from one way to the other.

No.

Tell you what, why don't you let us

do a few more tests while you're here?

Don't worry, that's covered by the consultation fee.

But if you do decide to go ahead,

it means we'll have all the information we

need to get ourselves sorted out so as

to be able to call you in at

very short notice.

What do you think?

Might as well know you're here.

OK.

Good.

Nurse, take Miss Warwick over to physiology, would

you, and then bring her back to the

waiting room.

This way, madam.

I'll meet you there.

Well?

Um, what exactly is involved?

Oh, it's a particularly complicated form of...

No, no, no, sorry.

I meant financially.

Ah, well.

I'm afraid it would be quite considerable.

You want me to give you money to

patch up your mistress?

I asked you to lend it to me.

What is your collateral?

I'll give her up if you will lend

me the money to pay for the treatment.

I suppose you think you're being noble.

I don't know about that, but I'll do

it if it's the only way her psyche

will be saved.

You say that now.

Do you think that's a joke?

So you won't help?

Not on your life.

As far as I'm concerned, Miss Mouse deserves

whatever's coming to her, so don't get any

ideas, you two.

Whatever happens, I'll always have the last laugh

on you.

Anna!

Anna, what have you got to drink?

Vermouth, I think.

That'll do.

Anything.

I nearly killed myself rushing to bring you

the news.

News?

She agreed, so call that specialist.

She agreed?

Yes, so just ring Coburn and tell him

that you are ready any time that he

is.

The money will be all right.

By the way, I shall be in Yarmouth

next weekend.

Is that a statement or an invitation?

Annual conference of the Federation of Small Businesses.

Oh.

Does that mean you're taking Anna?

And if I am?

I might just put my foot down.

Why?

I've told you, I don't intend to be

made to look a fool, and that includes

getting knowing glances from your colleagues at the

next get-together.

Don't worry.

As it happens, Anna is standing by to

go into hospital.

What kept you so long in the garage?

Usual checks.

Oil, water, tyres, battery.

You're so careful.

It's a wonder you get anywhere.

Are you sure Miss Mouse isn't going with

you?

Positive.

You've got enough luggage to go halfway round

the world.

Mm.

Well, goodbye, Vivienne.

Goodbye, Anna.

I'll be seeing you.

Hello?

Good morning.

Who is that?

It's your ever-loving.

Roland?

What the hell do you mean by calling

me at this hour of the morning?

I'm calling to say goodbye.

As a matter of fact, I'm at London

Airport now with Anna.

Our flight to Paris leaves in just under

the hour.

Do you know, if you really hurried, you'd

be just in time to wave.

Goodbye, Vivienne.

Mr. Trent?

Yes?

Your local station asked us to contact you,

sir.

It's bad news, I'm afraid.

Your wife's been in a crash.

My wife?

I understand it's serious, but she's in intensive

care, so there's still a chance.

Oh, my God.

I blame you for this.

You gave her the damn thing.

She must have taken that turn a million

times.

Always too fast.

She was a lovely driver.

She had two convictions for speeding already.

If you hadn't made her so miserable, she'd

never have misjudged it today.

I shall always think that you killed her.

I don't think this is a very helpful

conversation.

Thank your lucky stars you've an alibi.

Who gave permission for the life support systems

to be turned off?

Since you weren't there, I did.

She had irreversible brain damage.

I suppose you'd have condemned our daughter to

a life as a vegetable.

No, I'd have done the same.

You'd be the first decent thing you'd ever

done for her.

We know all about you and your little

flippity-jibbit.

Do you know about all the men she

took to bed?

Shame on you!

Trust you to speak ill of the dead.

If I had my way, she'd have changed

her will instead of leaving this house to

you.

Well, since she didn't, I'd be very glad

if you'd get out of it.

You can speak to us like that.

Don't be mean to yourself, my dear.

In the circumstances, you won't object if we

take the body back to Yorkshire for the

funeral.

Frankly, I don't care what you do.

Who's that?

It's all right, it's all right.

It's me, it's all right.

You can kiss me if you can find

my mouth.

All right?

Yeah.

Anna.

Anna, listen to me, listen.

I'm free.

Free?

There was an accident.

Vivian was killed.

Accident?

Yes.

I can't pretend I'm sorry.

It means we don't have to worry anymore.

We can be married.

A quiet register office wedding by the end

of the month, unless you want the full

production number.

Oh, no.

No, just to be married.

I'm sorry about Vivian.

I'm not dreaming, am I?

No, no.

How are you?

What did the doctors say?

Well, I don't talk about it.

I don't even think about it.

You won't know if it's worked until the

bandages come off.

When's that?

Wednesday.

Wednesday morning.

So, that's it.

And very nice, too.

The ideal small estate.

What's it worth?

Are you in a hurry to sell?

Not particularly worth.

Could make all the difference.

We should be able to get you $100

,000 for it tomorrow.

It's worked.

I knew it would.

Don't be so smug.

I told you everything would work.

You don't seem to understand.

I've made medical history.

The first successful eye transplant.

That's incredible.

They won't tell me the name of the

donor because it's against medical etiquette, apparently, but

she was brought in with irreversible brain damage.

She was killed in a car crash on

Saturday.

The husband was out of town, so her

parents gave me permission to have her eyes.

I'm so lucky.

Look.

Aren't they beautiful?