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Come on then.

I'll be just outside.

I thought it might help.

Make it feel real.

Excuse me.

I don't go on a lot of dates.

How are you today?

Are you asking the
mind wooing you,

or the mind you're here to cure?

Let... let's just forget
about all of that for now,

and get to know each other.

My name's Dorothy.

But my friends call me Dot.

I'm new to working with
patients like these, like you.

This is my first
date in the ward.

Why don't you tell
me a bit about you?

I've never met a writer before.

Well, please tell
me you write plays.

I was quite taken with the
most recent production.

No, not plays.

- Novels.
- Novels?

I'm busy with my
second, in fact.

Really? I'd very
much like to read it.

It's not on paper yet.

They won't allow
my typewriter in here.

Well, the more reason to get
better fast then, isn't it?

How does the story begin?

You really want to know?

Owen.

Philip.

There's this woman
there before us,

and she's a cadaver, mind you,

and she's there for
the very purpose

of our anatomical education,

but this Lord Gregory's so
concerned for being a gentleman,

he can't even bring
himself to touch her.

Beg your pardon.

"Now, see here, fair colleagues,

how the subject's
spinal column descends

into the breastbone area region.

All-knowing entity above,

please forgive the
swelling in my trousers."

Oh, you still are an
insufferable bastard.

Okay.

That's all we have
time for, for today.

What a shame.

I'm sure there's
a woman out there

that you're going to
make very happy one day.

And what do you know
about romantic bliss?

I thought I was your first date.

Oh, no, I only...

No need to beat around
the bush, Dottie.

You managed to cure me.

I'm all yours.

Is this what
life is for you now?

What's that?

Picnicking in the hills,

waxing poetic about
the nature of reality.

Wanking poetic, more like.

My days are usually spent alone,

chain smoking, staring
at a blank page.

Oh, and recently,

procrastinating
with needlepoint,

of all things.

- Needlepoint?
- Mm-hmm.

Busy hands quiet the mind.

Well, there are worse
ways to spend the life.

In a hospital, for instance?

I was thinking more
along the lines

of a battlefield, but...

a hospital may,
in fact, be worse.

Are you in touch with any of
the other lads from school?

Here and there.

All quite the same, really.

Stodgy pricks with silver
spoons up their arse.

What would they say now?

The miner's son from Yorkshire.

Doctor.

The sensitive Irishman,
celebrated novelist.

Hmm. An exaggeration,
to be sure.

Fine, then.

An old bear who likes
to keep her hands busy.

You're quite a different
man to when I saw you last.

I'm quite the same.

You haven't changed a bit.

В™Є Out in the windy land в™Є
в™Є Out in the windy land в™Є

в™Є I met that swan в™Є
в™Є I met that swan в™Є

No, seriously.

Don't let them come towards me.

I'm getting slow. It's fast!

Following. Keep up!

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Oh.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

I'd love to know
more about you, Owen.

Tell me about your childhood,

about growing up.

If you want that story,
you're going to have to go out

and buy my first novel.

An Unfit Soldier.

- I haven't read it or anything.
- Well, I insist that you do.

I hope I won't offend if I ask.

A childhood bout of pneumonia.

My brother fought in the war.

May God bless his soul.

If only all good men
were as unfit as I was.

How's the book coming?

Um, rather well, actually.

For an author
without a typewriter.

It's pretty helpful having
someone to tell my story to.

Well, I'm more than
happy to listen.

If it helps you get better.

So you can make an
honest man out of me?

You should be so lucky.

So?

Philip?

Hmm?

Why did you stop writing me?

Doesn't really
matter now, does it?

You wrote me lamenting
how painful it was

being unfit to fight in the war

and I was busy
trying to survive it.

Watching men die.

Killing.

Why did you decide to come here?

I...

needed to...

see you again.

Change made the war.

I thought that maybe...

Maybe you were changed in
the way you'd always helped.

Were you?

This is why you've come.

I've always known, Philip. All
those nights back at school.

Control yourself, Owen.

- Who are we resisting for?
- The laws of man.

- Of God.
- Well, no man can judge us here.

We're alone.

And no God would fall to love
he's nurtured for 15 years.

- Science, then.
- God, science.

You can call it
whatever you want.

We are how we are.

We don't have to be.

What's the other option?

Misery?

- Denial?
- Not anymore.

There is finally an alternative.

Owen, that's why I've come.

They've found a cure.

"He glanced at the
pages with disinterest

and promptly reported an
absence of any desire.

The doctor inspecting
his anatomy

confirmed this statement.

Within two weeks, he was
fully recovered physically.

Within a year's time, he
was engaged to be married."

Have you come here
to hurt me, Philip?

I... I came here to
ask for your help

and to offer mine.

What exactly do
you want me to do?

Perform a simple procedure

and I'll return in kind.

What would the
simple procedure entail?

Do you trust me?

That's besides the point.

Whatever you're suggesting

presumably would require
some professional ability.

- I have it.
- I don't.

I... I can teach you,
Owen. You can learn.

Uh...

If I were to consider this...

wh... whatever... whatever it
is, Your... your proposal...

...first I want to know what
it's like to be together.

Because we wish.

All right.

Then...

when my treatment is successful,

you must accept
my help in return.

I need us both to be well, Owen.

If it's successful, I'll...
I'll accept your help.

But if it's not, you surrender.

You choose me.

You stay.

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Don't make me laugh or
I'll drop it.

Oh, bollocks.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Would you like a taste
of medical school?

I desire nothing less.

Give us a needle.

All right.

Simple interrupted stitch.

They used to make us
practice on fruit because...

it's surprisingly
akin to human flesh.

Easy.

Mm-mm. Mm.

You're a natural.

Perfect.

Up.

If the matron finds
out about this,

I have nothing to do
with it, understood?

I'll be back in two hours.

How did you do?

Thank you.

Are you not hungry?

I couldn't possibly.

Are you ill?

My have made me.

I hope the typewriter
will help you.

I do want you to
get better, Owen.

To be normal.

How's being normal better?

Uh, I want you to be happy
is... is what I mean.

Listen to this.

"Lilies."

Lilies not for me.

Flowers of the pure and saintly.

I have seen in holy places...

Where the incense
rises faintly...

And the priest the
chalice raises...

Lilies in the altar vases.

Not for me.

I'm not
one for poetry.

Well, you're a
romantic at heart.

I'm not like you, Owen.

- Just a moment.
- Who's that?

so you
hear me, devil cunt.

Mr. Green.

Charlie.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boys, I'm finally home.

You tell your mother
to take me back.

I don't want to die alone.

Bessie.

Where are you, you pitiful cow?

This has happened
a few times before.

- He used to live here.
- Come out, you whore.

Come out!

- Mr. Green.
- Ow!

You're all right. Just...

- Who are you?
- I'm Owen.

Now I
got no home at all.

No family.

Abraham dead. Bessie gone.

Charlie off in the city.

Not a soul in the world.

Good night, my boy.

Good night.

Philip?

Philip?

This is it, Owen.

He's the perfect
candidate..

He has nothing. No one.

- No one will miss him.
- Perfect candidate for what?

For becoming my donor.

What are you talking about?

Everything you need
to know is here.

I'll be awake to talk you
through every step of the way.

Through what?

We are physically ill, Owen.

This desire we feel,
it's not in our minds.

It's in our bodies.

The only path to relief is
to replace the sick parts,

which requires a healthy donor.

You're the only one that
can do this for me, Owen.

You're the only one I trust.

Have you lost your mind?

I will take care of everything.

All you have to do is just...

stay here,

read the instructions,

drink something to
calm your nerves,

and then it's just you and me.

Hey?

This is wrong.

Trust me, darling.

All will be well soon.

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Can you feel anything?

Please, Philip.

I don't want to do this.

It's too late for that.

Scalpel is sterilized.

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First step, simple,
small incision.

Just like the pictures.

Hold the skin taut,
then light pressure.

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Owen.

You can do this.

Fuck... Fuck.

Well, we can... we can stop.

We can stop, it's not too late.

We've got the next step.

Next step, next
step, next step...

Right, you can do this.

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Owen, just... No!

Stop.

- Please, stop.
- What do you mean, stop?

- I can't do this, Owen. Please.
- You... You said you

- wanted to hear the story.
- I do, Owen.

Then you hear all of the
story. You hear all of it.

You don't just get
to hear the bits

that sound harmless
and... and pretty.

Owen!

You take all of me,
or you get nothing.

What did he do?

Nothing. He's just...
He's just tired.

Coward.

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Water.

- Water.
- Water.

How do you feel?

Free.

Well done, friend.

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Rest.

Ah, breakfast.

We need to change
out the bandages.

I'll see to it.

I feel perfectly fine, Owen.

We can't risk infection.

It's all going well.

Just a clean and
fresh bandage is all.

I should be fully
recovered soon.

Yes.

And we can get to work
finding a donor for you.

That won't be necessary.

Won't be necessary?

We had an agreement.

You got what you wanted, Philip.

What does it matter what I do?

He's a stubborn
little flower, that one.

- Is he?
- Oh, he's hopeless.

Why do you think we
assigned you to him?

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I want to know you, Owen.

All of you.

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- Evening, sir.
- Evening.

Sorry to bother you.

Might I step in
under the rain, sir?

I promise I'll only be
a moment of your time.

Thank you kindly.

Just as I remembered.

You missed one.

Who are you?

I'm Charles, sir.

Is there something we
can do for you, Charles?

A little something to warm
my bones would be nice.

If you're in search of shelter,
I'm afraid we're at capacity.

I'm looking for the
fella on the right.

My father.

What makes you think
he might be here?

Thank you.

Uh, I lived here.

As a boy.

My mom, rest her
soul, said my father

would turn up here time to time.

Drunk out of his tree.

Begging her to take him back.

Now I'm a father myself.

Um...

My wife insists I
go and find him.

Tell him the good news.

Plus we're hoping he could
maybe help with the cost.

Any chance you've seen him?

- Afraid not.
- No, I'm... I'm terribly sorry.

Would it be a terrible bother
if I took shelter for the night

down the way in that
old stone bothy?

My wife wouldn't be happy
if I slept out in the cold.

Of course.

Are you certain that
wouldn't be a bother?

Positive.

Thank you.

Thank you kindly.

- Good night, then.
- Good night.

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Excuse me, ma'am.

What is it?

My patient, Mr. James.

Out with it, girl.

I believe he's beginning
to develop feelings for me.

Romantic feelings.

Well, he'd have to start
somewhere now, wouldn't he?

That is my task, isn't it?

Did you just come here
itching for praise?

Or is there something
else you need?

I'd like to be assigned
as his attending.

I believe that more
frequent contact will help

his progress and ready
him for earlier discharge.

Well, you're the
expert, aren't you?

Did you talk
to Kathy about Sunday?

I don't know if
I'll be able to make it.

Robert's parents are coming
to visit this weekend.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Hello!

Thank you kindly.

I'm famished.

Eat with me?

Oh, no, I... I already ate.

Thank you.

Sit and have a
chat with me, then.

It's like eating the sun.

Well, don't burn yourself.

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Hello, Owen.

Hi.

How's the book coming?

Uh, very well.

Thank you.

Owen.

In a few minutes,
you'll feel very ill.

Please make sure
it sounds as such.

I'll be back in two hours
for your next injection.

All right?

All right.

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What is
that?

A grizzly bear.

My father taught me. He
used to love going dancing.

- Come.
- No.

- Yes.
- No.

Just, uh... Just do as I do.

Step, step, step.

- Back to back.
- Okay, no.

No. Start again.

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Bow.

В™Є You like me в™Є

в™Є There's no reason
that we can't agree в™Є

Turn.

Then like this.

Nice.

And... back, forward,

back, forward, and
back, and forward...

Back... No, with
my legs. Follow my legs.

Left... Stop laughing.

And back.

And... how do you expect
me to get better if

you don't act like
a lady, Dottie?

Come here. Come on.

Ho! Step. Ho!

And now...

Come on, once more.

В™Є I like you в™Є

в™Є You like me в™Є

Step, step, step...

Turn around.

Lean against me.

And back.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back, forward.

В™Є You for me, me for you в™Є

в™Є From now on в™Є

в™Є I'll take you for me в™Є

Patient bit the matron.

Again?

He didn't break the
skin or anything, but...

Left a bruise.

I owe you an apology.

What for?

Underestimating you.

For hardly knowing
a thing about you.

- Don't be silly.
- No.

There is nothing more dull than

a friend that doesn't
ask questions.

Why did you become a nurse?

My brother Rory
fought in the war.

Rory took after our mother.

Not like me.

People could immediately
see that he was...

His best mate, Declan,
made it out and told me.

Rory wasn't even allowed
to fight with them.

None of the Black men were.

Rory died in an air raid.

Alone in a field.

Laying telephone lines.

I became a nurse because people
aren't meant to die alone.

For you.

Turns out you can
get quite a lot

done when your head's not
stuck in a bucket all day.

What's your son's name?

Victor.

Vicky, we call him.

And Alice, your wife?

Yes.

Do you love her?

She...

Understands me.

Who I am.

What I need.

Read me something.

Lilies.

Lilies not for me.

Flowers of the pure and saintly.

I have seen in holy places.

Where the incense rises faintly.

And the priest the
chalice raises.

Lilies in the altar vases.

Not for me.

Don't stop.

Leave untouched
each garden tree.

Kings and queens.

The flower land.

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Hello.

You scared me.

How was your day?

Lovely, thank you.

What did you do?

- Today?
- Mhm.

I just went up to the hills.

Did some reading.

- You feeling all right?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm close to fully recovered
actually, maybe a day or so.

Would you like to, uh,
take a look at the wound?

Change out the bandages.

Seems like you've been managing
fairly well on your ow, Phil.

I could use another
pair of eyes.

Don't want it to get infected.

It's time for you to return to
the life that you've chosen.

Leave me to mine.

You've done this before?

I've been with other men,
if that's what you mean.

Men?

Do you really want to know?

Mm-hmm.

There's a pub...

near our flat.

Nightingales.

Place where...

men like us can go.

Seems dangerous.

It's the place I feel safest.

I don't think my father's
going to turn up.

Why do you say that?

Just a feeling.

Besides, I...

should be going soon.

Get back to Vicky...

and Alice.

Your nightingale.

Yeah.

I far prefer it here with you.

I can promise you that.

Then choose this.

Stay here.

With me.

Phillip's gonna be gone soon.

We can live however we please.

You can write.

You can work.

Or no, you don't have to work.

if
you work or not.

You wouldn't have to
worry about money.

We could build a life here.

the rules.

H-help!

Someone!

Help!

He needs a pillow or a
blanket or something.

- Stop right there.
- You need a...

Go! Go!

Oh, I'm here. I'm here.

You're all right.
You're all right, hey.

Shh. Come on.

Leave him.

- I could just...
- Leave him, I said.

He'll bang his head on the tile.

You're all right.

Nurse Ellis?

I beg your pardon, I...

Looking for someone?

He's gone off to
market, I think.

Won't be long.

Owen is my dearest
friend in the world.

You're a very lucky man, sir.

What do you imagine
the authorities

would say about your...

blossoming friendship?

I'm sure I don't
know what you mean.

Life with your wife must be
preferable to imprisonment.

Hard labor.

Are you threatening me?

What has Owen told you about me?

You're an old friend.

That's all?

I'm in the medical
profession, Charles,

and a group of my colleagues
have developed a cure

for the condition
afflicting you and Owen.

A procedure guaranteed to
eradicate immoral desires

and set you on the path
to becoming a healthy man.

I could help you, Charles.

If you'd like.

I'll help you get back
to your wife and child,

put all of this behind you.

My wife and I are
perfectly happy.

We understand each other.

For now, perhaps, but
a sickness like yours

doesn't lessen with time.

It grows.

What then?

Procedure?

I'll be gone
by the time you wake up.

Owen...

I loved you.

I loved you, too.

Charlie?

Charles?

Where's Dorothy?

Gone. Turn over.

I cannot stay
to oversee your recovery,

but Owen is a fine nurse.

Congratulations, Charles.

You're free.

Charles?

Charles...

Charlie...

what did you do?

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Excuse me.

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Can I help you?

Charles was a fine swimmer.

How could he...

You were with him?

I was, yes.

You were friends?

He... he showed up
at my cottage...

looking for his father.

I offered him...

his father used to own
it, and I offered him

accommodation for a few
days to see if he'd show up.

Did he?

I'm terribly sorry.

Would you like me to...

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come with me. Up.

Come on, you.

Oh, forgive me.

I must depart.

I'll miss the last train.

The... the clock is broken.

Charlie was going to fix it.

Do you mind if I smoke?

Charlie always wanted to smoke.

I wouldn't let him.

I can't stand the taste.

May I?

Here.

Did he speak of me?

He said you were his
best friend in the world.

All right.

All right.

Alice?

Alice?

He wants me to dance.

Charlie and I, we would...

We would dance.

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What can I get you, love?

A pint, please.

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No, no, no, no.

Let go!

Let go!

Phillip?

Why won't you be cured?

I cannot be cured because
I am not ill, Phillip.

You saved my life.

Now I'm...

I'm going to save yours.

Is it finished?

I can't find an ending.

The truth is too horrible.

Well, it's a happy ending, then.