All language subtitles for If Winter Comes 1947 .23.976

# if winter comes
and skies turn gray #

# I'll still love you #

# I'll always have
this summer dream #

# To dream of you #

# When we're far apart #

# Bring back
a thought to mind #

# If winter comes #

# Can spring
be far behind? #

# O wind, ooo-ooo #

# If winter comes #

# Can spring
be far behind? #

Plain talk by the editor?

Mr. Fargus,

what have you been saying?

Just like the woman.

Never any time to read
your husband's
leading article.

Bye, my dear.

Good-bye.

Mark!

- Hello.
- I've got it.

I've been up with it

ever since you left last night.

But I've done it.

- I'll come down.
- Right.

Come on.

I've done it.

- You think so?
- Mm-hmm.

Now, get out of that, my boy.

Now where's your queen?

Poor old Victoria.

Mark, do come to breakfast, dear.

Oh, hello, Mr. Fargus.

I didn't know it was you.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Sabre,
butting in like this.

But you see, I had a problem.

Well, I have a problem, too.

I've just got a couple
of new maids to break in.

You know how it is.

No. I can only remember
how it was.

Good-bye, Mark.

Good-bye, old boy.

Wonderful manager, your wife.

Yes, but she means well.

Mark, do hurry up.

I want to get breakfast over

before Natalie Bagshaw comes.

Good idea.
Before the milk turns.

Now, you must admit she's amusing.

She can still be amusing

and say something decent
about people occasionally.

She'll be furious when
she sees our new maids.

You know, we've been awfully lucky.

They've been with the Boltons
for years,

have characters that long.

Think they'll let me stay?

Don't be ridiculous.

And when you meet them,

do let them understand
from the beginning

that you're the master
of the house.

Sarah, will you
put the tea over here?

This is where I always sit.

Yes'm.

Thank you, Sarah.

Thank you, Rebecca.

This is Mr. Sabre.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir, I'm sure.

Good morning.

They're sisters, you know.
Their name is Jinks.

Splendid.

High Jinks and low Jinks, what?

Sarah, you do warm
the teapot, don't you,

before you make the tea?

Well, never mind now.

And, Rebecca, in future,

we like to use
the China cruets
for breakfast.

You'll soon drop
into our ways, I'm sure.

Yes'm.
Thank you, ma'am.

How do you expect me
to run a house properly

when you say things like that?

Like what?

High Jinks and low Jinks.

Well, it's funny.

Is it? Why?

Because, don't you see?

Well, it is.

Not to me.

There's Natalie.

Give me a piece of toast,
will you, please?

Thank you.

Anyway, they'll always be
high Jinks and low Jinks
to me.

I do wish you'd grow up.

Hello, children.

Good morning, Natalie.

Good morning.

- Morning, Natalie.
- Good morning, Mark!

Would you like
some breakfast, dear?

Oh, no, thank you.
I've had mine.

Just couldn't eat a thing.

But I'll cadge a cup of tea.

Of course.

How are you, Mark?

Uh, marmalade, please.

Enjoying life?

Naturally.
He's got me.

You mean you've got him.

The poor man's so married

he can scarcely move.

He doesn't want to move.

Do you, darling?

Another cup for
Mrs. Bagshaw, Sarah.

Yes'm.

Humph!

How long have you had her?

Since yesterday.

When's she leaving?

Well, not just yet, I hope.

Oh, well, there's nothing
like optimism.

Although I must say

she's a great improvement on that

doddering old Selena of yours.

Selena was a dear.

I've been angling
and scheming for weeks

to get us maids
that we wouldn't be ashamed of,

and you start
sentimentalizing over Selena.

She was a jolly good
cook in her time.

Really?

Of course, I'm not
old enough to know.

Thank you, Sarah.

Say,

where'd you get that marmalade?

I made it.
Do you like it?

It's scrumptious.

Oh, perfect picture
of domestic bliss.

Positively nauseating.

If you'll excuse me,
I've had enough.

By the way, have you
seen the Tybars?

Are they back?

Of course.

The fair Nona has
returned in triumph

with 10 trunks and Tony
on a platinum chain.

Don't pretend you didn't know.

Why should he?

Was it on
the 8:00 news?

Oh, come now.

A rejected suitor always knows

when his former ladylove

swims back into his ken.

Vibrations set up.

Or have I been misled?

Completely.
That was all over
a long time ago.

Mark's taste has improved
since then.

He knows when he's well off.
Don't you, dear?

Homemade orange marmalade.

The secret of a happy marriage.

Good-bye, Natalie. - Mark.

I'm sure
it was an orange

in the garden of Eden.

Uh, possibly.

Anyway, it was a serpent
that came to breakfast.

Good-bye, Natalie.

Poor old Mark.

I don't think
he liked what
I said about Selena.

No, there's one thing about Mark.

He's terribly faithful.

Let's hope you'll
always find him so.

Meaning Nona Tybar?

Not especially.

But I must say that
he sprang to attention

when he heard they were back.

I'll attend to that, darling.

At any rate,
Nona's not going
to stray far

from all that money.

I wouldn't gamble too much on that.

They tell me that
Tony's racing losses
are colossal.

So is his bank account.

Don't be too comforted, old girl.

If you want the truth,
I'm not comforted at all.

I'm worried.

You can tell me anything, darling.

I know Mark married me
on the rebound.

Who doesn't?

I mean, who doesn't take advantage?

Oh, you know what I mean.

But my conscience is clear.

Of course.
All's fair, you know.

I've given Mark
the kind of background

a man of his position must have,

and I think he's
beginning to like it.

I'll fight to hold Mark
against anyone.

Hmm.

I'm going to be smart, though.

I've got to be smart.

You know how to stop
little boys from stealing jam?

Lock the cupboard door.

No, unlock it.

Leave the...
leave the lid off the jam
if necessary.

Wonderful!

Give me a little more marmalade.

Morning, Sabre.

Morning, Twyning.

Looks well, don't you think?

Yes, but, uh...

means a partnership, old man.

As of the 15th inst.

I didn't tell you before.

I wanted it to come
as a pleasant surprise.

Did you?

Yeah.

Well, it's a surprise, all right.

Good morning,
Mr. Sabre.
Morning, Bright.

May I speak to you a moment?

Of course, Sabre.

We're all one big,
happy family here.

Well, I'm not happy.

Look here, sir,

you promised me a partnership.

All in good time, my dear fellow.

Your books are selling very well.

They've earned you
a good share

of the holdings in the company.

And haven't they
earned me a right to a voice

in the direction
of the firm's affairs,

just as much as Twyning?

Twyning's been with us longer.

He's a very valuable
member of the firm.

Uh, Twyning.
Come in, will you?

Now, my dear Sabre, as I said,

all in good time.
All in good time.

Not in my good time, I'm afraid.

Trouble with Sabre, sir?

Yes.

About him being made a partner?

Yes, but confidentially,

he'll never be a partner.

I don't like
the Wilder liberal elements

in his textbooks,

nor do I like Sabre.

I should prefer him
out of the firm
rather than in.

Is there anything
we can do about it?

Unfortunately, no.

Yes?

It's all right.

Hello, Marco.

Nona.

Oh... wait.

There.

I had to come.

Pleased?

How do I look?

Pleased.

Almost as pleased
as I am to be here.

Oh... it's nice.

I always thought
it was the nicest place
in the world.

Now then, tell me
about the new ones.

Uh...

There they are.

They speak for themselves.

They whisper, but they speak.

"Adventures in geology...

Picnics with the poets"?

They don't sound
like school books, Marco.

I hope they don't
read like them, either.

I think I've hit
on a new idea, Nona,

something to make knowledge
go down a little easier.

Tell me about it.

But you haven't told me
what you've been doing.

Oh, that.

Oh, I've been around the world.

It's a big place,
a lot of people live on it.

I met quite a few of 'em,

liked some, didn't like others.

This one...
what's this one about?

That's our own history.

Do you realize
that we know less
about it as a people

than we do about anything?

"This England is yours.

"It has been kept for you,

"not by kings or statesmen alone,

"but by the English people,
people like you.

It is your England,
yours."

Sound stuffy?

Sounds wonderful.

You're great for the morale, Nona.

You're the only one
who gets just what
I'm driving at.

Am I...

Still?

It, uh...

Hasn't been so long
since you went away.

Hasn't it?

I can't quite make out
the postmark,

it's Monte Carlo,
August 30, '36...

That's 3 years ago, isn't it?

"Marco, dear,

"I am marrying Tony Tybar.

"Forgive me.

Nona."

I know it by heart.

"I am marrying Tony Tybar.
Forgive me."

Well, have you?

Forgiven me, I mean?

Of course you have.
You're Marco...

But I've never forgiven myself.

This letter didn't seem
so cruel 3 years ago.

I wonder why I didn't say more.

I suppose I... Couldn't.

You found out that Tybar
was the man you wanted
to marry, that's all.

-Good thing you found out
soon about it.
- Marco!

You did what was best for you.

As you did.

As I did. You knew Mable, didn't you?

Yes.

Yes, when her father was
in the Tidborough parish

I remember, she was
very pretty.

Yes, and still is.

More so, perhaps.

And she was
very understanding.

Yes, most patient and kind.

What's that?

Oh, it's Tony.

I asked him to pick me up here.

Hallo, there!

have you had the time
going to its maid?

Tony, shut up!
You wake the dead!

It appears I already have!

Hallo, Mr Fortune.
I did wake you, didn't I?

You did.

Goodbye, Marco.

Nona, a moment ago I had an idea
you wanted to tell me something.

What was it?

- Tell you something? - Aha.

Oh, I just wanted to ask you

if you were glad
I was home?

I am very glad.

So am I.

I made Tony bring me back, you know.

I felt it was
where I wanted to be

Where I belonged.

Now that I'm here
I do feel home.

or thereabouts.

I've been thinkin', sir.

In all our contracts,

there's a whopping long paragraph

that says
the whole thing's
null and void

if we get up to any skylarking.

Ah, yes.

The clause covering immorality.

- What's on your mind? - Sabre.

Well, we can hardly hope
to catch Sabre on that.

Chap's a bit of a stick in the mud.

- I'm not so sure - Why?

Sometimes still waters...

You know what I mean?

No, Twyning.
I'm afraid I do not.

Mrs Tybar just popped in to see him.

She came up looking all stared up like,

you know what I mean.

To me there used to be
a spot of something there.

Why, yes, Twyning.

Rumour had it
there used to be a great deal.

- Low! - Coming, sir.

- Hurry, Low. We're making history.
- Are we, sir?

Do you see that spot?

Now, we must put a peg there to mark

the world's nonstop
bicycle record,

made by M. Sabre,
June the 16th, 1939.

All the way from the fir-tree
on the top of the Wart's Hill

without touching a pedal.

Well, I never did, sir.

I never did, either, until today.

Now, there's a funny thing, Low.

You see that stone?

That's as far
as I got yesterday.

under exactly the same conditions.

Now, how do you account for that?

There's no saying, sir,
not with bicycles.

They are that contrary
you'd almost think
they were human.

You mean they have their moods?

Moods? They are audacious.

Thank you, Low,
for the perfect description.

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening, High!

It's a fair caution, isn't it?

Had a good day at the office, dear?

Not bad.
Book's coming along nicely.

-Book? - Yes, the thing.

Oh that! .... another lesson book, isn't it?

What?

Well, I hope it's a little more than..

I hope so, too, dear.

Oh,

Nona Tybar was in to see me
this afternoon.

- She was saying...
- That was nice of her.

How did she look?

What sort of a hat did she have on?

I didn't notice.

That was very tactful
of you, darling.

Does she still call you "Marco"?

Yes. Why shouldn't she?

No reason at all.

Mark, I want you to
do something for me.

Uh-huh?

See a lot of Nona.

Why?

I want to prove something.

Oh, don't think I'm being silly.

I want you to look at her,
then look back at me...

For good. See?

Yes, I...

I think you're over her,

but I'm not sure that you know it,

and I want you to.

I'm an extraordinary woman...

Aren't I?

That's why you appreciate me.

Bad luck, old man.

Mr. Sabre,
whatever happened?

Oh, uh, Effie, that's a long story.

Well, it didn't look very long.

Now, look here, Bright Eyes...

Mr Sabre! Ha ha...

Steady, my girl.
What's all this?

She's mocking my gray hairs.

Hmm. They're
like that nowadays.

I thought you were helping
with the tea.

That's right, father.

- Come along, Mr. Sabre.
- All right.

Harold, help yourself
to one of them cream buns

and get one for me, will you?

Right-o, dad.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Pardon.

You're the young
Mr. Twyning, aren't you?

Yes, and aren't you
Mr. Bright's daughter...

all grown up?

Yes, that's me...
Effie Bright.

All in the family, so to speak.
- Yes.

Well, it's a small world,
as they say.

Harold.

Coming, dad.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Pardon.

Has everybody
got everything they want?

Plenty.
Thank you, sir.

- Hello. - Hello!

Better luck
in the next innings, Marco.

I'll need it.

End of the tea interval, Sabre.

Better get your men
back on the field.

Well, here goes.

(together) Good luck.
- Thank you!

Quite like old times.

We've missed this
annual cricket match
in Long Meadow.

So have Tony and I.

It's good for everybody
in Penny Green

to get together for these
traditional gatherings.

Of course it is.

Convention, institutions...

They're important.

They're the foundation
of our security,

our peace of mind.

I've never underrated their value,

particularly in a community
like Penny Green.

Security...

Peace of mind...

You know, those are the very things

that brought me back home,

and they're going to
keep me here forever...

I hope.

Will there be anything else, madam?

No, thanks.

Mr. Sabre will be over
to collect this parcel.

Very good, sir.

That will be £3,17
and 8 pence, madam.

Um...

This. How much
is this a yard?

Good afternoon,
Mr. Sabre.

Do you have a parcel here
for Mrs. Perch?

Yes. Just one moment, sir.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello. Shopping?

How did you guess?

Elementary, my dear Watson.

I'm picking up a parcel
for old Mrs. Perch.

I promised to drop it by
on my way home.

Your parcel, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Look, why don't you
let me drop it for you?
Oh, thank you.

Look, why don't you
let me drop it for you?

- Would you? -Mm-hmm.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

I know she'd love to see you.

I'd love to see her.

Garnet, put this
in the car, will you,

and strap Mr. Sabre's
bicycle to the carrier.

You see, life's quite simple.

Very, if you happen to have
a retinue of retainers.

Thank you for a lovely tea.

It was wonderful, Mrs. Perch.

I can't think
what's happened to Freddie.

He said he'd get back
from the flower show
in time for tea.

Well, I'll probably
see him tonight
at the Blue Boar.

There he is now.

First prize.

Best sweet peas in the show.

"Frederick Perch, Esquire."

Freddie, that's marvellous.

How are you, Mrs. Tybar?

How are you, sir?

Congratulations, Freddie.

And the £10 prize
for the best exhibit.

Oh, Freddie, what's this?

Oh!

Oh, it's lovely!

Oh, you shouldn't, Freddie.
You shouldn't.

Well, how else should I spend
my filthy lucre?

You could have put it

towards the first payment
for that motorcycle you want.

Oh, I can always do that.

You must take it back, Freddie.

They'll give you the money!

I don't want it.

You're a very naughty boy.

Now, Popsy, how can I
take you out dancing
without a new dress?

I'll do no such thing.

Bless you, darling, but I insist.

Bless you, darling, but I refuse.

Aren't they wonderful?

I told you not to send the car home,
it was going to rain.

Prophet!

Don't.

Don't do that.

Oh, Marco!

You came to my office the other day

to tell me something.

What was it?

You gave me your hand
and said, "there."

Why did you say that?

Because I had to touch your hand

to live in your world
for a little while.

My world?

Where do you live?

Oh, I don't live.
I drift.

Drift?

The dictionary says of flotsam...

"goods shipwrecked
and found floating on the sea."

When I read that,
I crossed out "flotsam"

and wrote "Nona."

And don't dare say
I'm feeling sorry for myself,

because I am.

But at least I know it.

I should never have married Tony.

Is that what you came to tell me?

Mm-hmm.

And Tony... he's still
in love with you?

More than ever.

Oh, it's not his fault.

It's just that
I'm so wrong for him.

I thought I wanted
the things he wants.

I thought I wanted him...

But I don't.

I never did.
I realize that now.

All the time, it was you.

All the time it's been you.

Only you.

Oh, Marco!

When I chose wrong
I cheated all of us.

You, Tony, Mable - all of us!

I should never
have come back-

I didn't realize it was going to be like this.

I thought perhaps
you could help me.

Tell me what to do.

I'm afraid you have
to tell me what to do.

Remember, a long time ago
you told me something.

You said:

It sounds rather fine to say

the world well lost for love,

But honour,
honour's not well lost for anything.

Did I say that?

I must have been
very wise then.

I've always thought of you
living by that.

I want to live by it, too.

Give me some of your courage, Marco!

I need your friendship
to be brave.

- And I need yours.

-Is it wrong for us

to tell each other
what's in our hearts?

Not if we keep it in our hearts

and never let it hurt anyone.

We won't, Marco.

Look, sun's coming out.

Aha! A little watery.

Shining.

- Good evening, Low.
- Good evening, sir.

- Good evening, High.
- Good evening, sir.

What happened?

Oh, that's the worst
I've ever done.

Never mind, sir.

That's a sort of a record, too,
in a manner of speaking.

What about a peg
for the best worst?

Well, that's an idea.

Huh?

Hello!

I thought it would
show up better, sir,

with a drop of whitewash.

Oh, and it does, too.

Thanks very much, Low,

that's jolly nice of you.

Shall I do the other, sir?

- Would you?
- Yes, sir.

I made one or two spares
when I was about it,

so whatever this bicycle
gets up to,

we'll be ready for it.

We'll teach it to be, um, uh...

What's that lovely
word of yours, Low?

Do you mean "audacious"?

That's it.
That's what the French
would call mot juste.

Ah, they would.

They're always good for a laugh,

aren't they, sir?

Rather.

Mark, what are you thinking about?

I'm thinking of a binge in London,

blowing ourselves
to a week in the Savoy,

doing the shows.
What do you say?

- I don't say.
- Why?

I don't believe in running away.

Running away?

From all my responsibilities.

I have 3 committee meetings
this week alone.

Perhaps later on, Mark.

Mr. Fargus, ma'am.

Good evening, Mrs. Sabre.

Good evening, Mr. Fargus.

- Hello, Mark.
- Hello, old man.

What, no chessboard?

I've been waiting for you.

Why...
why should I ask for a 7?

You asked for it.
I heard you.

Sorry, darling.

I'm afraid
we've disturbed your shuteye.

We're settling up now.

Anybody got a fountain pen?

Yes. I have.

Thank you.

You'll excuse me, Tony.

Mm-hmm.

There you are, Arthur.
All yours.

Young Pelham got in over his head.

That's what the shindig was about.

Now, look here, darling...

I don't like young men
losing thousands
of pounds in our home.

I say, you're not
accusing my friends
of cheating, are you?

No, Tony.

I should think not.

I went for quite a bundle myself.

What's the matter, old girl?

Everything, Tony, everything.

Think that's big enough
to keep the light out?

It should.

I know it should,

but what's the good of that
if it doesn't?

How much?

2 and 11,3.

For that flimsy stuff?
I wouldn't think of it.

Well, everybody else is buying it

since this morning's
news about Poland.

Poland. And who does
Poland think they are

to cost people 3 shillings a yard?

Think that one out,
Mr. Higgins.

And, uh, while you're about it,

my wife would like
another 12 yards
of that blackout stuff.

Hello, Mr. Sabre.

Hello, Effie. Apparently,

you and I are on the same errand.

Oh, yes. All these rules
and regulations.

They don't make sense to me.

No. Well, that's
because the government
wants to keep us in the dark.

Yes, but...

Oh, Mr. Sabre.

You always make
a joke of everything.

Ah, Effie, how little you know.

This bright smile
conceals an aching heart.

Whatever for?

I got married before I met you.

Good-bye, Effie.

I'll pick that up
on my way home, Mr. Higgins.

Very good, sir.

There goes the sweetest man
in the whole world.

I'll take that blackout stuff, too.

Thank you very much, miss.

&5

What's up?

- We're going on a picnic.
- Oh, but I...

I've reserved a tree stump,
a trout stream,

and a lovely bit of grass.
Catering by Nona Tybar limited.

Well, I hope it's not
too limited, because I'm very hungry.

All right, greedy.
Here we go.

Remember our last picnic?

Yes, Marco.

Finished?

Uh-huh.

Oh... there goes
Nona Tybar.

And Mark Sabre.

And Mark Sabre.

Having a pretty rough
passage, aren't we?

Too rough.

Too rough for me to bear.

Oh, Marco, it's no good.
I can't help it.

I've tried. I've tried
very hard, but I'm
just not good enough.

Nona. Nona, I...

Don't look at me.

Say it without looking at me.

I've reached a point
where I can't think

of the rights of others anymore.

I love you.

But you've got to
face what it means.

Once we take this step,
there it is...

For the rest of our lives.

We'll have to live
with the knowledge

that we took our happiness

at the expense of others.

You know that.

Yes, I know that.

I don't care what happens
to the rest of my life

as long I can spend it with you.

They'll get over it, Marco,
people do.

You can't expect us to think more

of what happens to them than to us.

We're human.

Sir, Mr. Tybar's waiting in your office.

I've just left Nona and

- Don't say it.
You can't say it.

- I must, I must.
I've known it ever since I...

returned. I can't let it go.

That's why I'm here, Sabre.

I've been reading your history of England.

Perhaps I'll be able to help write
another chapter for you?

- What do you mean?
- I'm on my way home

to tell Nona
I'm rejoining my regiment.

- At once?
- I've got to catch the 4 o'clock train.

I know I haven't been
a raging success as a husband.

Oh. I didn't
mean to intrude.

You know Tybar?

- Indeed. Indeed.
How are you, Tybar?

Fighting fit, I hope.

Tybar's rejoining
his regiment today.

I pray that this may be another

communique, another false alarm.

Goodbye, Sabre.

Good luck, Tony.

And thank Heaven our men
are always ready.

Goodbye. goodbye,
my dear boy.

Hello.

I've seen Tony.
I know he's been called up.

The idea of Tony in danger...

Knowing I've left him...

terrifies me.

I... I don't think
he'd try to come back.

Marco, you're strong.
You can stand on your own.

Tony can't.

So it...It just can't be.

Perhaps it could never have been.

Perhaps what has happened

has just brought us
to our senses a little sooner.

I understand.

Yes.

You always do.

You're Marco.

When the time comes,

I shall join one of the services.

Of course. So shall I.

I think it'll...
Be easier to bear.

Easier.

I don't think anything
can make it that.

Did you ever see such hats
as that woman wears?

One diamond.

Never. Like one of those
old pictures

of still life.

2 dead pigeons,

a bunch of grapes, and a pineapple.

Double a diamond.

No bid.

Someone ought to tell her
to be her age.

"Double a diamond."

Oh, dear. I wish I could
remember what that means.

Why don't you take up bridge,
darling?

3 no trumps.

4 spades.

4 no trump.

Double.

That you, Mark?

Yes.

Oh. Good afternoon,
ladies.

Go afternoon.
Good afternoon, Mark.

Have you, uh, seen the news
about Poland?

Darling, this is serious bridge.

Oh.

I only have 12 cards.

Can't you even count?
Really.

I did count.
These were all I got.

Hannah, see if you're
sitting on a card.

Oh, how can I be sitting on...

Ah. Dot look now,
but the queen of spades
is under the table.

Never mind. Here's tea.

Thank Heaven.

You never count your cards.

- Have you seen the paper, Low?
- Oh, yes, sir.

Looks like war, don't it, sir?

But the milkman says
this is going to be all right, sir.

Oh, he does, does he?

Oh, yes, owing to the French having

got this imaginary line.

Maginot line.

That's it. George said

we can all hide behind that
till we're ready

and then pop out and do 'em away.

Oh, well, thank you, Low.
That's very reassuring.

Yes, sir.
I thought you'd like to know.

Mark, I do wish you
wouldn't discuss these
things with the servants

when we have people here.

The servants are going to be
in it with everybody else...

man, woman, and child
before this thing is over.

They'll all have a job to do.

Their job is to look after us.

I didn't spend 6 solid months
getting a staff together

to have the whole thing
upset by a war.

Nor did Hitler.

Can't you read English?

Can't you see what it says?

"To be used only in case
of enemy action."

What do you think
you're doing?

Hop it. Hop it. Hop it

Don't you know there's a war on?

It's no good, Sabre.

That \\\\\ was right.

You may live to be 90
but not in the army.

You know.
I've just joined the Navy.

Do you think you know anybody
who could look after Popsy

while I'm gone?
Someone young and cheerful

and kind.

I know a girl.
If she's free she'll be ideal.

- You are a good chap.
- Oh, nonsense.

Oh, but you are.

Popsy's always saying I

"I like Mr Sabre"

He's got a heart.

Somebody else just told me that.

The Lord is known by the judgment

which he executed.

The wicked is snared
in the work of his own hands.

The wicked shall be turned into hell and

all the nations
that forget God

Effie, what's the meaning of this?

- What, Father?
- Coming in at this hour.

Why, it's only by 10, isn't it?

I will not have you
roaming the streets

late at night.
Where have you been?

Attie Simpson.

- All the time? - Yes, Father.

Effie, come here.

Where is it?

Oh, Father, all the girls
use a bit of lipstick.

It isn't wicked to be pretty.

Who is the better judge of what
is or is not wicked.

Well, I suppose, you are, Father, but...

Answer the door.

Oh, Mr Sabre, come in.

Good evening, Effie.
Is your father in?

Yes.

Oh, good evening, Bright.

Hallow, Mr Sabre.
Anything wrong at the office?

No, no.

I... I have a job for Effie,

if she wants it and

if you approve.
Friends of mine
are wonderful people.

What she needs is
guidance and discipline
in the God-sharing household.

Come in.

I'll put the jam in
between the socks
so it wouldn't break.

You won't forget me while...

Fred is away, will you?

- Oh not she...- Deborah...

I shall be under your feet
all day long.

Effie, did she take her medicine
this morning?

No, she was very naughty.

That's my fault.
I spoilt her as a child.

Here, Popsy,
take this nice medicine, the aspirin.

What about a glass of port instead?

That's so much more good.

See? Drunkenness raises it...

- Mark. - Coming!

-Goodbye. - Goodbye.
-See you very soon.

What's she doing here?

Mark got her a job as companion.

Does he need one?

I won't be a minute, Popsy.
I'll just go and say goodbye to Mr Saber.

Your Effie is a God sent.
Thanks, old man.

You are really God sent.

Freddy's right.

There!

You must help me
to be brave.

Freddy must never know what

my heart ... to me

at this moment.

Oh, my dear.

Train leaving in five minutes.

Preston Park, Burgess Hill,

Awful time. Trees bare.
Dead leaves, everything.

Death and destruction.

And yet life

can walk along the lanes
or round the woods

or somewhere underneath.

Sometimes I

Sometimes I get the feeling that

things are closing in.

Shelly had something
pretty comforting about that, remember?

Oh wind, if Winter comes

give me your hand a moment,

to help me hold on to the

rest of those lines
and believe them.

Oh Wind, if Winter comes

can Spring be far behind?

Do you think that is about us, Marco?

I've got to think so.
So do you.

-Sorry!

- Mr Sabre.
- Effie, what's the matter?

Only a little speck, from the engine.

- Let me have a look.
- No, it's quite all right now.

- I'm all right now.
- Are you sure?

Yes, really.

How about a cup of tea
to wash those tears?

In you go.

Good evening, boys.

Good evening, George.

- Any news of the boy? - Nothing.

He is in Norway, is he?

Looks like a mess to me.

You'll say!

What did they want
to send them out for?

If they hadn't got that stuff
to have the job done?

That's right.

Good night.

-Hallow, Mr Saber. The usual? - Please,

We were just talking about that Norway business.

Yes, it looks as though
we're going to be kicked out.

Ah, if we can get out.

Same old story.
Too little and too late.

Yes, but whose fault is it?

Who's going to put it right?

- We are in the end. - Who?

We. Us.

Name some names.

You, and Tiny and me and

Mr Fargus here.
Everybody in this room
and all over England.

This is the people's war
and we are the people.

For the voice if we can make it heard.

Ah, but can we?

I think so.

They always listen
to the voice of the people
if it's loud enough.

Why don't you read my paper?

It's all there - Yes.

But when Mr Sabre said it
we believe it

if you know what I mean.

Why don't you talk to him?

I've been trying to get him
to write for me for months.

What about it, sir?

Why not tell him what we all think
while we're thinking it?

- Well, Sabre?
- Don't tempt me.

What so you think about it, Rumper?

Eh? What's that?

Mr Sabre's asking
what you think.

Oh, same again. Thank you kindly.

A pint of bitter.

Get him that, Tiny.
I'm afraid that one's on me.

Hey, Grandpa, if I was
as deaf as you is

I'd never be sober.

Mark, you haven't answered my question.

Will you take on the editorials?

On your head beard.
I will.

Good!

Well, my circulation
has gone up by one

two, three, ten!

Here's to my new editor, boys!

What is it, Effie?

Freddy's killed.

And Mrs Perch

Oh, Mr Sabre...

Now, now.

I'm glad you could come.
Bad business, this.

Her heart couldn't take it.

- Is she?
- Yes, matter of hours. Stroke.

Merciful, really,
now the boy's gone.

- Anything I can do at all, doctor?
- Yes.

See that this girl
gets some sleep.

She's worn out.

I'll be back. Goodbye.

- Come on now. Off you go.

- Oh no, I couldn't leave her.
She might wake.

You heard what the doctor said.

I can sleep here.
Really I can.

But not just yet.

Thank you. You'll wake me
if anything happens?

I shall.

Freddy! Freddy!

Where are you, Freddy?

I can't see you. Give me...

Give me your hand.

I'm coming to you.
I'm coming...

I had the strangest feeling.

As though he were
actually talking to her.

As though he were here,
in the room,

holding out his hand for her

That's silly, isn't it?

I had the same feeling.

Remember David's lament
for Saul and Jonathan?

"They were lovely and pleasant
in their lives,

and in their death,
they were not divided."

I know what it meant now
when she called to Freddie.

He was the one person
she could be absolutely sure of.

I know because that's
the way I felt tonight...

sure of you.

I felt... You were
the one person
I could turn to.

You can always feel that, Effie.

Always.

Mark, when you stay out all night,

I do think you might
let me know yourself.

Sorry. Mrs. Perch
is gone, Mabel.

Freddie's death was too much for her.

That's too bad.

But I do think it was very funny
that Miss Bright sent for you.

After all, the proper
thing to have done...

Oh, for God's sake,
can't you leave the girl alone?

I can.

Can you?

I don't understand you, Mabel.

I thought you were
so sure of our life...

of us, so sure
that nothing could shake you.

Nona Tybar couldn't,

but this seems to be different.

It's these innocent eyes
little things.

Is there a change in you, Mark?

I think it dates from the time
you started going

to the Perches, twice a week,
every week.

I went to see Mrs Perch.
Freddie asked me to.

I give you my word, Mable.

My word is not enough for you?

Not when you're giving it
so violently.

I'm sorry, forgive me.

I'm violent, because I'm tired.

Or could it be because
of a bad conscience?

-Could it? - Well,

Socialism.
Rank rotten socialism.

-Have you read this? - What?

Sabre's article
in Fargus' rag. Disgraceful!

No, but I'm not surprised.

Here! Look at that!
Come here.

No wonder I can't
do anything with my boy.

There he is, on his last leave,

hobnobbing with Sabre.

He's undermining him, I tell you.

He's undermining everybody,
if you ask me.

Have the goodness
to open that door.

Ah, Sabre, come in, will you?

Gentlemen.
How's the book going?

Oh, fairly well, I think.

Perhaps your new book is suffering

because of your other writings.

I refer to this outpouring.

No, I don't think so.

You think this is important?

Very.

Frankly, I don't.

Well, I do.

Then perhaps you would like
to devote more time to it.

Would you like to be released
from your contract with us?

I think we can oblige you.

I would not, and may I remind you

that you cannot dismiss me
except on serious moral grounds,

whatever that may mean.

It means different things
to different people.

For instance, this.

This is seriously immoral
from my standpoint.

Then it's a very good
thing for me that you
are not a court of law.

I don't think I shall
give you any reason
to invoke that clause.

If that's all, I'll...

One moment, Sabre.
Please don't bounce
away like that.

You know Harold's
going on active duty.

Yes, he's made a fine pilot.

You ought to be very proud of him,
Twyning.

I am.

That's easy for you to say.

You're not giving a son,
and you're not going yourself.

Twyning, that is scarcely fair.

After all, Sabre
is a man of ideals.

Just because he expresses
those ideals so forcibly,

one need not necessarily
expect him to fight for them.

If it's of any interest
to either of you gentlemen,

I tried to enlist the day
after war was declared.

You did? Well, well.
Most creditable, eh, Twyning?

- Most creditable.
- I was turned down.

- Why were you turned down?
- Heart.

- Oh, really? - Mmm.

You look so fit.

Do they give you
anything to show
they turned you down?

A slip.

Do you, uh, carry it?

I don't have to.

Nobody who knows me
would doubt my word.

Anyone else can verify it

by going to the medical examiner
of the district.

It's just across
the street, Twyning.

Thank you, dear.

I must say,
a little of this war work
goes a long way.

It's not so strenuous
as actual nursing.

No, but actual nursing
might be more fun.

Some of those convalescent officers

are most attractive.

Yes, if you could be sure
of getting officers.

Mmm! This cake's
delicious.

Who made it, Rebecca?

No. Sarah.
Rebecca's gone.- No!

And such a treasure!

What was it, drink?

No, she was called up.

Have you ever heard
of anything so provoking?

Hello, dear.
How are you, Natalie?

Very well, except
that I've overeaten.

This war work makes
me simply ravenous.

Say, Mark, I've been reading
that extraordinary stuff

you've been putting in the papers.

Well, I hope it's
done you some good.

What do you think about it?

Oh, I think it's just a phase.

Well, that's the war for you.

The people that never
said boo to a goose before

suddenly become oracles of wisdom.

- What is it, Low?
- High's here, sir,

in the kitchen.

She don't half
look hot stuff in her uniform.

Oh? I'll go and
have a look at her.

And there's someone else
out there, too, sir.

- Wants to see you.
- Who?

Effie Bright, sir.

Effie Bright?

- What on earth...?
- Haven't you heard?

I thought everybody knew.

What is it, Low?

She's been turned out...

turned out bag and baggage
by that father of hers.

Turned out?
Whatever for?

Oh, really, Mark.
Must you be so naive?

She's going to have a baby, sir.

On the wrong side of the blanket,
as they say.

Well, I'll be getting along.

No, don't go now.

I think I should.
These family crises

are no place for a non-competent.

I know how you feel, darling...

But you can always come to me.

Now, ducks, drink up your tea.
You'll feel better then.

Come on, now. Do as Low says.
That's the girl.

- Go on, drink it.
- Oh, Mr Sabre!

I know I shouldn't
have come here,

but I had nowhere else to go.

My father said...

Oh, he called me...

Ah, now, now.

Come on, let's sit down.

Sit down and finish
that cup of tea.

That's the girl.
There you are.

Now, drink this.
You'll feel better.

Come on, Effie.

Sarah!

I want some fresh tea...

If you're not too busy.

Try and drink it up.

Sarah, stop that nonsense

and do as you're told.

It's not nonsense.
It's common decency.

But you wouldn't understand that,
not your sort.

Leave the house this instant.

I'll pay you
till the end of the month.

Go upstairs and pack your trunk!

In me own time!

You, all dolled up
like a sister of mercy.

Talked about the horrors of war.

She's one.
And what's more,

I wouldn't have stayed in this house
as long as I did

if it hadn't been for the master.

Get out of my kitchen.

With pleasure.

Come on, I'll help you pack.

And if you take my advice,
Mr. Sabre,

you won't be far behind us.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Sabre...

To cause all this trouble.

I'll go now.

No, no, Effie, please.

You had every right to come to me.

Yes. I'm beginning
to think she had.

I'd like a word with you, Mark.

I'll be back in a moment.

Now, you stay right there.

Mabel, I'd like you
to apologize to Effie.

Really? I don't think so.

Do you expect her
to stay in my house?

Why, yes, of course,

until we can find somewhere else.

Why did she come here?

I told her once
she could count on me.

Did you?

How sweet of you.

What claim has she on you?

What claim?

Isn't it enough
that this poor child has

appealed to us in her need...

in her urgent, desperate need of

of comfort and kindness?

There's no avoiding it
even if we wanted to,

no turning back,

no crossing
to the other side of the street.

What a pity you'll never be able
to take Sarah's advice

and leave me, Mark,

because, you see, I'm leaving you.

Not because you're jealous
of Effie Bright?!

Jealous?

No, outraged, disgusted, finished.

You don't think
I'm in love with her?

Love? That's
too pretty a word.

Anyway, it's quite obvious

that you're not in love with me,

and it may surprise you to know
that I'm not in love with you.

Perhaps.

But all that's got nothing to do

with that pathetic child
in the kitchen.

No? I happen to think

that that pathetic child
in the kitchen

is nothing but
an ambitious little rotter

trying to better herself.

Mabel.

Come back a moment, will you?

I'll be honest with you.

There is someone else.

Honest? With me?
Can you be?

I'll admit it's difficult,
but I will be.

All right, you've sensed it.

I'm not in love with you.

I am in love with someone else.

I'm sorry, but there it is.

I'm relieved about
one thing, though,

I see it really makes
very little difference
to you.

And the lucky, lucky woman

is not Effie Bright?

It is not Effie Bright.

I'm going now,
and I shan't be back.

I'll divorce you, of course.

And I shall tell everyone

exactly why I've left my own house.

I'm sure you'll tell it, Mabel.

I'm not sure it'll be exact.

Good morning, Effie.

How are you feeling this morning?

- Much better, thank you.
- Good.

What have we got here?

Oh, kippers.

How did you know I like them?

Come.

Sit down, and we'll have some.

Come on.

Oh, I couldn't.

I've had my breakfast.

- I had it early. - Sure?

Oh. Well...

Last night I said to myself,
Effie Bright,

you ought not to have come here.

Now I know I shouldn't have.

I'll be off as soon
as I've washed up.

You'll do no such thing.

You'll stay till we find
a better place for you to go.

Sit down here now
and have a cup of tea.

There you are.

Think of all the great decisions

that have been made in this world
over a cup of tea.

First things first.

We'll get in touch with
this young man of yours.

You've told him?

I've written.

Huh.

It's rather difficult these days.

Oh, overseas, huh?

Want a little sugar in here?

No, thank you.

Here you are.

It's no good, Mr. Sabre.

I couldn't tell you his name.

I couldn't. Not even you.

I didn't think you would, Effie,

and I love you for it.

There must be somewhere
you can send her,

someone who will take her in.

Have you tried to find
a place in wartime?

But look what it's doing
to your reputation.

You're going to ruin
yourself in Penny Green.

But you know that, don't you?

I'm not worried
about myself, old man.

I'm going to stand by that child.

This firm, with
its ecclesiastical connections,

cannot afford to have
one breath of scandal

connected with its name.

I'm not sure that girl's
being in your home

for the past week
hasn't already

damaged our reputation.

Restitution must be made.

You must turn her out at once.

I refuse.

- Is that all?
- Not quite, Sabre.

You're dismissed.

Legal notice of your termination

will be sent to you
by registered mail.

You have violated
the morals clause of your contract.

I herewith invoke that clause

and all that it implies.

If you mean that I forfeit

my shareholdings in the firm,

you'll have to fight me
in a court of law.

You'll have to prove your case.

I should like nothing better.

Good morning, Sabre.

Oh, look here, old man, I'm

terribly sorry about all this.

About what, sir?

Oh, this scrape
your daughter got herself into.

I have no daughter,
Mr. Twyning.

Watch, steady.
There you go.

Give him this here.

It's a receipt for her furniture.

I shouldn't have done it.

It hers.

Her father gave it to her
for our wedding present.

What's this?

Received of Mark Sabre certain

goods and chattels
belonging to Mrs Sabre.

There, there, there now.

I know where we can
get me more chairs
and tables.

Come on.
There's nothing
to cry about.

I don't understand women.

If Mark had 40 women
in different parts of London

and made no secret of it,

nobody would have said a word.

But because he takes one
poor, abandoned child

into his home...
- Into his home!

You'll agree it's a bit different.

Oh!

Can't you see
what will happen to you

if Mark Sabre continues
to live with this girl...

And continues to write
for your newspaper?

Strange.

When Mark resigned today,
that's just what he said.

"I'm harming the paper.

I'm undoing
the good it's done."

Well...

Well, I must say
he's displayed rare good taste,

It is more than he's done
until now

- Robertson. - Here!

- Edwards. - Here.

- Rimes. - Here.

Sabre.

He's working
at the Tidborough plant, sergeant.

Must be on the late shift.

- Jones. - Here.

There's no smoke without fire,

that's what I say.

That ain't good enough for me,

not by a long shot.

No, not for me, neither, it ain't.

I want to hear at he's got to say.

He's resigned
from the newspaper, ain't he?

Maybe that says it.

But who made him resign?

That's what I want to know.

Well, there's dirty work here,
if you ask me.

He been saying things
in that paper, he has.

Plenty of things.

Then why has he stopped?

He's been stopped, I say.

Then why has he took in us?

[All arguing]

Good evening, Effie.

Good evening.
Did you see the post?

Saw it, read it, liked it.

It's from, uh, Nona Tybar.

She's back in London.

Asked me to come to see her tomorrow.

So I'll hop up
in the first train in the morning.

Don't you see, Effie?

Now we'll get a move on.
She'll know what to do!

You'll hear
from that young man of yours,

and you'll hear very soon.

You know there's a war on.

I shan't be hearing.

There's a reason you haven't heard.

He's on a special mission,
or perhaps he's...

No. I've tried to think that,

but not any longer.

But, Effie, if your young man...

I have no young man, Mr. Sabre.

It's as plain
as the nose on your face.

Ah, I don't believe it.

Nobody would be fool enough
to give up a girl like you.

It... it isn't possible.

It happens.

Someone you love
doesn't love back.

That's all.

I just want to hear from him again.

Even if he hates me now

I want to hear from him.

Would you like a cigarette?

Don't tell me you managed
to get some today?

A few.

Where did you hide 'em this time?

My place as usual.

You're a regular magpie

whenever it comes to hiding things.

Well, at least you know
where to look for them.

Oh, after dinner, Mr. Sabre,

will you stop at the chemist's

I want a bottle of cleaning stuff

for your gray hat.

Do you think I would talk

better through a clean hat, Effie?

Oh, you are a caution, Mr. Sabre.

You always make me laugh.

You've taken a load off my mind.

At a pity, Marco.

Just the time when I could
have been some use to you,

I was away.

Of course I'll fix everything.

There are a million things
Effie and I can do.

First of all,

tell her to meet me tomorrow
at 11:00 at this address.

Oh, poor darling.
How you must have suffered!

Penny Green must
have been buzzing
with a vengeance.

Well, there has been a bit of talk.

I was a little afraid
you'd hear.

I didn't want you to accept for me.

Marco, you idiot.

I love you.

Nothing can ever touch
what I feel for you.

And as a part of everything else,

it will never change
except grow.

When I'm a very old woman,
it'll still be there.

Perhaps it'll be all of me
that is left then.

Don't forget,
tomorrow at 11:00.

I shall.

Mrs Ward, what's wrong?

It's Tony.

He been injured.

Badly?

Terribly, terribly.

It was a hand grenade.

He was training new men.

Mrs Ward, will you tell Mrs. Tybar

that I'll stay in London tonight,

and I'll be at the Combs hotel
in Haymarket if she wants me.

All right, Mr. Sabre.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Yes?

Mark Sabre in?

No.

Expecting him back soon?

I've just had
a telegram from him.

He's at the Combs hotel in London.

- He may be back tomorrow. - Oh.

Name is Effie Bright?

Yes, I'm Effie Bright.

There's a little present for you.

Oh, no!

Oh, excuse me!

Name is Sabre?

- Yes.
- I have a little present for you.

Thank you.

I'm from Milgrow & Bartle,

representing Mrs. Sabre.

Quite a bit of trouble finding you.

Just missed you at Penny Green.

Your girlfriend was quite put out
when I gave her hers.

A nice bit of goods.

What did you say?

I was saying your...

as I was sayin'

when I served the writ on the young lady,

she seemed quite on edge.

Eh, sort of hysterical,
in a manner speaking.

I ll...

I'm an officer of the court, I am!

You better be careful!

This is an insult, an outrage.

This \\\ look up upstairs

and we that other fello-

At time the next train

leaves for Tidborough, please.
- Yes, sir.

Here's that other fellow

but there must be a reply.

There must be a reply.

And threaten the other fellow
with violence.

He shall leave here
immediately. I...

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Mr Sabre/

I'm Mark Sabre.

I'm inspector Bruster
from Scotland Yard.

What's the matter?

I'm afraid I have
some rather bad news for you.

What is it? What is it?

I think you'd better
come along with me to your room.

Could she get poison?

I'm very sorry, Mr. Sabre,

but there are one two formalities

with which you must comply.

They have removed the body
to the mortuary...

I never, never should have left her.

Why? Why did I leave her?

I have to tell you this...

Why did I leave her?

Because of your
relationship with the deceased,

your presence will be
required at the inquest,

which will be held tomorrow morning

in the Blue Boar at Penny Green.

Inquest?

Inquest?!

Sorry we're late,

but the line from town
was blitzed last night.

All right, inspector.

Mr. Sabre, are you
legally represented?

No.

You may be if you wish.

Medical testimony
has been given to the effect

that the deceased, Effie Bright,

died from the effects
of oxalic acid poisoning.

This bottle of oxalic acid,

used for cleaning purposes,

was found near the body
of the deceased

in the kitchen of Mark Sabre's home

at the Crosshores, Penny Green.

Can you identify that bottle

as the one you sold 2 nights ago?

That's it, sir,
or a likely facsimile.

Who was the purchaser?

Here it is in my poison book, sir.

Mark Sabre,
of Crosshores, Penny Green.

Silence!

Mr. Coroner, sir,

I represent the deceased girl's
father, Mr. Bright,

and with your permission,

I should like to ask
the witness a question.

Very well, Mr. Pettigrew.

When you sold the customer
the poison,

was there anything
odd in his manner?

Well, eh...

He sat down while he bought it.

- Is that, uh, unusual?
- Very.

Why?.

Because usually
there aren't any chairs there.

Silence.
Silence, please.

That will be all,
Mr. Broadhurst.

William Bright.

It was June.

Can't be sure of the day.

Towards the end, I think.

Leastways
it was late at night,
that I know,

when Effie came in.

I should have known.

I should have realized then

who Effie had been
staying out with.

I say, look here!

- Silence!
- But I want to...

in the course of these proceedings,

you will be called upon
to state what you know

about this tragedy.

Please wait until then.

Mr. Bright...

Was the deceased the sort of girl

who would meditate
taking her own life?

Never. Never.

Had the deceased ever betrayed
signs of loose character

while living beneath your roof?

Never. Never.

Have you any knowledge
as to whether Mr. Sabre

was a frequent visitor
at the place of the
deceased's situation?

Constantly.

Night after night he was there.

And who else
was in the house
on these occasions?

An old lady, past 70,
and my daughter Effie.

Do you know who was responsible

for the condition
of your unhappy daughter?

Yes. There.

There.

And then not satisfied,

he took her to live in his house,

for everyone to see
and point a finger at.

Please, Mr. Bright,
allow me...

I shall not warn you
again, Mr. Sabre.

Thank you, Mr. Bright.

S.J. Gibbons.

5:00 in the morning. 5:00.

Spent the night...
openly.

Excuse me.

Brazen. Right in
his own backyard.

Other occasions.
Intimacy.

Innumerable occasions.

Innumerable.

Filth. Living proof.

Open association.

Ecclesiastical connections.

Highly moral tone.

Anybody could see
what was going on.

Answer, sir! Answer!

Reluctantly attribute, base motive.

Answer!

Undue intimacy.
Undue intimacy.

Occasions.
Remonstrate.

The truth, the whole truth.

Is it a fact that your wife

has instituted
divorce proceedings against you?

Look here,

that has nothing to do
with this inquiry.

Is it a fact that
in these proceedings, the...

the deceased woman

was named as co-respondent?

Look here!

You keep asking me
to look here, sir,

but you tell me nothing.

I ask you plain questions,

please answer them.

Is it a fact that these proceedings

were served on you in London

on the occasion of your flight?

Flight. Flight?!

Or was it a little holiday

to get away from it all?

Oh, no, no, no.

Then what were you doing in London?

I was making arrangements

for Effie to leave Penny Green.

Ah, and before you left for London

to make these "arrangements"

to get rid
of your obligations to this child,

you made a purchase.

No. Nothing in particular.

Yet you heard Mr. Broadhurst,

the chemist from Fairmile,
Tidborough, give evidence

Oh, yes. I bought
some cleaning fluid.

Then why did you
go all the way to Fairmile

on the outskirts of Tidborough,

when there was a shop
in Penny Green?

I wanted...
I wanted to walk.

Let's come to the purpose of this

oxalic acid purchase.

Cleaning fluid, cleaning fluid.

Yes, cleaning fluid.

Oxalic acid, a deadly poison.

You know. You signed
the poison book.

What did you want it for?

Effie asked me to get it
to clean my gray hat.

And did she
carry out her intention, sir?

Did she clean it?

You don't appear to
be wearing it today.

Pray then, where is this hat

for which you obtained
the oxalic acid?

Is it at your house?

No.

Not at your house?
Odd.

Where, then?

- Look here...
- Where then?

Answer the question,
Mr. Sabre.

Where is the hat?

The wind,
under a lorry in London.

I left it...

I left it in the gutter.

You left it in the gutter?

Stop it, stop it!

You're killing him, all of you!

- Stop it, I tell you!
- Silence!

- Who are you?

I'm Nona Tybar.

Everybody in Penny Green knows me.

Oh, yes, indeed.

The wife of major Tybar
of Northripps.

I was.

Major Tybar died this morning.

Allow me to offer you
my deepest sympathy.

Now, if you have anything

that would help materially
in this inquiry,

we should be glad to hear it.

By the death of Effie Bright,

Mark Sabre lost a dear friend,

a friend he was trying to help.

She turned to him because
there was no one else
she could turn to,

and because he was the only one

with the courage and
decency to stretch out
a hand to her.

But, Mrs. Tybar,
this is irrelevant.

I have known Mark Sabre
all my life.

He is a kind and honest man.

If any one of you here
were in trouble,

you could go to him
and he would help you.

Love, kindness, decency...
those are precious things.

Don't destroy them,
don't destroy them.

Mrs. Tybar, this is
not a court of law.

We are not trying Mr. Sabre.

We are inquiring into the death

of that unhappy girl Effie Bright.

Please take a seat.

That will be all, Mr. Sabre.

Gentlemen of the jury,

you have now heard
all the evidence.

It consequently becomes your duty

to return a true verdict

on your findings of facts.

Gentlemen of the jury,

are you agreed upon the verdict?

Yes, sir.

In the case of Effie Bright,

our verdict is suicide
whilst of unsound mind.

Gentlemen of the jury,
I thank you for your verdict,

in which I heartily concur.

Yes, Mr. Foreman?

The members of this jury

wish to add their
most severe censure

of the conduct of the witness,

Mark Sabre.

Oyez, oyez, oyez.

All manner of persons
with anything to do
with this court

before the King's Coroner
for this county,

touching the death
of Effie Bright...

Mark, Mark.

Nona, go away.
Go away, please.

You must keep out of this.

Mrs. Tybar,
it will be better, perhaps,

if we leave him alone for a while.

Listen, we boys, we're his friends,

and we don't believe all this.

Mr. Fargus, you'd better
do something about it

in your paper.
- Yeah.

Yes, I will, boys.
I will.

You come with me, Mrs. Tybar.

Dear Mr. Sabre,

you have been my one friend,

and in return
I've brought you
only trouble and shame.

Perhaps with me gone,
a little of what
I've done to you

will be undone.

I feel I ought to tell you now,

before I leave this world,

what I never was able
to tell you or anyone...

the name of the boy
is Harold Twyning.

He used to be in your office.

We had been secretly
engaged a long time,

and we were going to be married.

Then he had to go
overseas suddenly,

and he was afraid
to tell his father.

So that was how it all was.

And, dear Mr. Sabre,

I do trust you to be with Harold

what you have always been
with me and with everyone...

gentle and understanding things.

And I shall tell
the Perches, too, about you.

Good-bye,

and may God bless and reward you

forever and ever.
Effie.

Cab.

Tidborough, ....

Mark!

Mark, Mark, wait!

Twyning,

Twyning, I've come to speak to you
about your son!

Sabre.

Sabre, have you heard?

Heard?

... killed.

My Harold, my boy.

My boy Harold.

Sabre, Sabre..

my boy... my...

It's good of you to come, Sabre.

I feel it.

After all that business,

I'm sorry about it, Sabre.

I feel your goodness in
coming to me like this.

You know...
you always knew what
my boy meant to me.

My Harold.

Oh, Harold.

All my life, Sabre,

fighting and scrambling
like a pig at a trough.

And for what?

To get on, to get ahead.

To make sure that my Harold
had a better place in the world

than what I ever had.

Pushing people out of my way,
shoving them.

fighting everybody, hating, lying

all for my boy,

now he's gone.

I say, Sabre, what's the matter?

I can't... I can't...

Marco.

Something's happened to Sabre.

Oh, call the doctor,
quickly! Quickly!

Marco.

Hello, hello.

This is Tidborough 992 speaking.

Please send a doctor at once.

Mrs. Tybar's
right in there, sir.

Hello, Nona.

HellO, Mr. Fargus.

Are the doctors here yet?

What's the verdict?

Don't know.
Haven't seen them.

They're up there now
giving him a final examination.

No one knew about that heart of Sabre's.

He never mentioned it.

Mark wouldn't.

Nona, you have done a wonderful job

standing by him all these weeks
when he's been ill.

and in staying here and looking after things

all that isn't very important, Mr Fargus.

all that matters now
is that Mark gets well

and strong again and

realizes that...

I think they're coming down now.

He's going to be OK alright.

Of course he is!

I've heard the London specialist say

that he won't have
to come to see him anymore.

That means he's
out of the woods, all right.

Well, the tea' s ready.

I made some nice
watercress sandwiches for him.

Oh, he likes a bit of watercress

Oh!
Look at the time!

I hate to think
what the sergeant will say

if we're late.

That sergeant ain't no lady.

He won't refuse
to see me now, will he?

I'd leave it for a few days,
if I were you.

- Still refuses?
- Yes, I'm afraid so.

Will it hurt if I insist?

Well, it ought to do him good.

Thank you doctors, for all your troubles.

Nona, I agreed with you

not to show Effie Bright's letter
to Twyning at the moment

but it's time now

for me to use the information
to clear Mark.

I still think
that's up to Mark.

I told them
to keep you away.

They tried but they couldn't.

- You've been here before.
- I never left.

I thought I remember

your face.

I didn't think you knew me.

You've been so ill!

But you're better now.

You must go away
and mot come back here any more.

You belonged to me once, darling,
and I let you go.

Don't ask me to do that again.

But what have I left to offer you?

All your troubles now and

all your joys
when they come back to you.

Yes, and all my shame.

People feeling sorry for you.

I can't take you into that.

Don't you see, darling,

I'm all finished here, and,
perhaps, everywhere.

You don't suppose anyone would

publish my schoolbooks now?

Marco, this is a confused
frightened world,

but it's a world to live in,
not to run away from.

All right, it'll be hard.

Some people will reject you,

refuse to listen to you,
but that mustn't stop you.

Nothing must stop you.

I want you to go.

No, you don't, darling.

And the only way you can
make me go is to...

tell me that
you don't think I'm

real enough or

honest enough to make you happy.

Tell me that, and I'll go.

Nona.

Oh, darling, I'll never leave you.

Never, never.

It isn't going to be easy.

I don't ask for it to be.

You didn't ask for it to be easy.

I thought I'd burned this.

Well, then.

I also thought
I would never see you again.

If you're going to share

what the future holds for me,

you have much more right than I

to say what shall be done
to that letter.

Much more right.

Thank you, darling.

My darling.