All language subtitles for ot104

MAN:One more time.

That's it. Feather the throttle.

Just feather it. Going up the hill.

Gearbox...
Steady as she goes.

Steady as she goes.

Farve taught us all
to drive when we were young,

which gave us a measure of
independence not enjoyed

by most women in those days.

And Debo was his last pupil.

N-Now into third.

GEARS CRUNCH
No, not first, not first!

Third, that's it!

Yes, very good.

Yes, now faster, faster...

And...stop!

HORN BLARES

Good grief.

Very good. Now, reverse.

Reverse. To the left and up. Up.

And...off we go.

This is going to be
a tricky manoeuvre.

Decca was coming out into society
in a few months' time,

with Debo just two years behind her.

We were all growing up,
carving our own lives.

Of course, there were bound
to be disagreements between us

about things like politics,

but nothing that could
fundamentally threaten

the deep bonds of family. Surely.

Everything all right?

No. No, not really.

DOOR CRASHES OPEN,
MAN COUGHS

David?So hungry.David!Lunchtime!
I'm free!

Wash your hands, girls,
was your hands now.

Go on, then, run.

Come on, Decca.Run!

GIRLS LAUGH

"Dear Muv and Farve,

"yesterday was the most wonderful

"and beautiful day of my life.

"I went to lunch as usual at
the Osteria Bavaria,

"hoping to catch sight of
the Fuhrer again,

"and he was there,
with two other men.

"After a few minutes,
one of them came over

"and said to me, 'The Fuhrer would
like to speak to you.'"

No!What?

"I got up and went over to him

"and he stood up and saluted
and shook hands with me

"and invited me to sit down
next to him."

What?I don't believe it.

"I talked to him for about
half an hour."

SCOFFING

It's a joke, surely.

"I told him I was
a British fascist..."

..and he asked if there were very
many of us,

and I said yes,
and said that he should come

and visit England, and he laughed.

He said he would love to

but he was afraid there would be
a revolution if he did.

He said London was
the best city in the world.

We talked about Wagner and he asked
if I had ever been to Bayreuth

and I said no,
but I should love to,

and he told one of his men
to make a note of that.

Nard!Hello, you.

Oh, Nard!

Thanks so much for coming
to Munich!Of course.

I'm the luckiest girl in
the world, aren't I?

No-one else would understand
but you.

I'm so happy that I wouldn't
mind a bit dying.

It's wonderful.
I'm so proud of you.

It was just pure heaven.

He was so nice to me
and not at all grand or conceited.

And when you think -

he's the most powerful man in
the world, isn't he?

And you've met him, Bobo.

And you must meet him too, Honks,
I'll introduce you.

I would love that.

THEY LAUGH

I mean, one has to ask why,

of all the people in
the restaurant, did he pick Bobo?

Well, you must admit she does have
a certain look about her.

Do you think that he
wants her as a...?

As a what?
Well, you know, as a girlfriend?

Oh, stop it.
Hasn't he got a girlfriend already?

Oh, Lord, we can't have two sisters
both mistresses to fascist leaders.

What are the chances?

God, no. Anyway, Diana's there,
she'll protect her.

Is she?
Yes, Unity called her the same day.

She got straight in her car
and drove to Munich.Her car?

Mosley bought it for her.

A Christmas present, she says.

Really?Ugh, really.

Are you two still not speaking?

We will, don't worry.

I'm just letting her cool off a bit.

So, where are you motoring off
to next, Pam?

Bratislava.

Dreamy.Mmm.

And you?

You seem to be here an awful lot -
have you fled the marital home?

Only temporarily. We're a bit
short of furniture at the moment.

You know what this goes to show,
don't you?

What?

The power of persistence.

What does he want from her?

I-Is she safe?
Should we be bringing her home?

She's done nothing wrong, exactly.

I should think it's just a one-off.

I'm sure he's far too busy

to waste his time chatting
to young, foreign students.

He's got a damn country to run.

Anyway, Diana's there,
keeping an eye.

Oh, yeah!
CHUCKLES IRONICALLY

By the way, there was a telephone
call today from

the estate agent's office.

Yes?

You left your gloves behind.
They're keeping them for you.

Oh, yes. Yes, I, erm...

Yes, I-I did go in briefly.Why?

There's someone interested
in the house, apparently.

This house?Hmm.

Yes, just renting it for six months.

Name of MacKinnon.

Our family home?

Probably won't come to it.

It's just in case we
need to raise some cash temporarily.

Fella's offered a decent sum.

When we moved in here,
you said we'd never leave.

Carried out in a box, you said.

Well, I can't control
the value of stocks and shares.

There's a depression going on
out there in the world, you know.

And our living expenses
are sky-damn-high!

I'm not blaming you.

But we still have two girls to send
out into the world.

Balls, dresses.

Decca is about
to be presented at Court.

You think I don't realise that?
Of course I do!

We've got to give
the young ones every chance,

just as we did the others.

Fat lot of good it did the others.

Not a decent marriage
between them.

David.Yes.All I am asking is that
you don't make these big decisions

without discussing them
with me first.

I mean, that's fair, isn't it?

SHE HUFFS

SHE SIGHS

Meanwhile, I took myself home to
see what state the latest lot

of bailiffs had left my house in.

Oh, dear.

JAUNTY TUNE IS WHISTLED

Oh! Hello, darling.
Welcome home. Mwah.

What's going on?
I am getting ready for the morning.

Day out?

I'm starting a new job.

With another bank in the city.

Yes, I know,
it's about bloody time too.

Come here.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I know I've been
a total arse lately.

When you were at home,
Mary and Tony came over,

saw the state of the place
and read me the riot act.

Mary said I had to get a grip,
act like a real husband

and bring home some bacon.
Because if I didn't,

I'd lose you.

And I don't want to lose you.

Crikey, good old Mary.

Then Tony introduced me to a chap
he knows in the City and, well,

the job just fell into place.

I'm going to do my very
best to make it stick this time.

And get you some furniture back.

Well, that would be lovely.Good.

Cup of tea?

What news from the family?

Well, it looks like Unity is making
friends in Munich.

Brace yourself...

I'm so glad you're here
again, Nard.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Have you said anything to him,
about Mosley and me?

Of course not.

All I've said is that we,
our family, know him socially.

Good.

Have you told Mosley you're meeting
the Fuhrer tonight?

Not yet, no.

Why not?

He'd be thrilled, wouldn't he?

It's complicated, Bobo.

It seems that he's resumed
his affair with his wife's sister.

Oh, no.

I thought that was all over.

So did I.

Oh, I am sorry.

Oh, Bobo, it's just...

..who he is.

I knew when I met him
what he was like.

He has this physical compulsion.
Some men do.

And sometimes, the greater the man,
the greater the compulsion.

But still, it must be awful to think
of him with her.

Occasionally, yes.

But I know, deep down,
that he loves me, needs me,

much more than he needs her.

Well, of course he loves YOU more.

You're...you.

The thing is,
she's the emotional type.

Highly volatile.

And she knows nothing of politics,
which is his life, of course.

And so, essentially,
she's a drain on him.

Whereas you are an asset to him.

I'd certainly like to be of real,
practical use to him, if I can.

And how can you?

Well, the main thing
the party needs now is money.

A source of funding, a sponsor.

What about the Fuhrer?

Yes, of course, he would be perfect.

But Mosley's been trying to get
a meeting with him

for months with no luck.

But if you could get him a
meeting...

Well, we'll see.

Let's see how your new friends
here take to me first, shall we?

Good evening, ladies.

Your car awaits.

Dankeschon, Erich.
Das ist meine schwester.

Mrs Guinness, of course.
A pleasure.

Guten abend.

Shall we?

Don't worry,
the Fuhrer's going to love you.

NEWSREEL:The first presentation
party of the year

is held at Buckingham Palace.

Up the Mall
came a long procession of cars,

and passers-by had
a glimpse of some of

the 600 debutantes
who were to be presented.

The weather was anything but bright,

but on this cold, March day,

nothing could dim
the high spirits of these,

the youngest guests of
the King and Queen,

on the threshold
of their first season.

Your majesties,
may I present to you,

Lady Redesdale,

the Honourable Mrs Peter Rodd,

the Honourable
Jessica Freeman-Mitford.

Smile, darling.

They look like old,
stuffed puppets with crowns on.

They don't say anything,
you don't say anything -

just two curtsies and you're out.

"Next, please."
I mean what's the point?

There is none whatsoever, darling.
It's completely meaningless.

It's incredibly important.

It marks the fact that you're
now grown-up.

The start of the cattle market,
you mean.

Just hundreds of girls
jostling about,

waiting to be auctioned off to
the highest-bidding husband.

Ready?

Decca, it's the beginning
of your social life.

The point is to make connections,

to meet people of both sexes,

to go to parties and make friends.

A commodity of which
you are in very short supply.

It's all small talk.

No-one I've met so far has
any interest in anything

that actually matters in this world.

Ready?

And they all look the same -

I-I honestly, I can't tell any
of them apart.

It's probably your eyesight,
darling -

you've ruined it
with all that reading.

Perhaps I just need glasses.

Absolutely not at your age.

Spectacles are terrible
for young people

and awfully expensive.

No, no, no - the good body will
right itself, as it always does,

and you'll probably see things
better as time goes on.

Shall we try a smile this time?

Decca!

Oh, marvellous.

One of the family's been sent
to prison.Oh, who on earth is that?

It's that second cousin you took
a fancy to, Decca. Esmond Romilly.

Winston's nephew.Prison? W-What for?

He showed up blind drunk with a
friend at his parents' house, and...

Oh, ha-ha! Good old Auntie Nellie
called the police.

Oh, surely not!And at the next
day's court appearance,

she told the judge he was
a communist agitator who

had become uncontrollable at home,

so the judge sentenced him

to six weeks in a remand home
for juveniles.

No!That's awful of Nellie -
taking her own son to court?

"Romilly, 17,
said he was going to use the time

"to further
his revolutionary studies."

Hurrah for him!

Thank you very much, ladies,
I think we got it.

Well done, darling. Well done.

Hello. You must be
one of those Mitford girls.

Derek Jackson.

You must be the youngest one.
Not Jessica - Rebecca?

Deborah.Yes, that's it, of course.

I know your brother Tom from Oxford.

And I've met your sisters,
Diana and...

Who's that one always hurtling about
in that little sports car?

Pamela.Pam, yes, that's it.

I mean, I've often seen you
out hunting too.

You're an excellent horsewoman.

Absolute natural.

I, erm, I think I've seen you
out riding too.

You ride in short leathers,
like a jockey.

I am a jockey, actually.
Well, sometimes.

At least, I've ridden in
the Grand National.Really?

Mm-hm, twice.

Although my real work is as
a scientist.

At Oxford.

I'm an atomic physicist.

Wow.

Yes, it's actually worth being one

just to see the look on people's
faces when I say it.

THEY CHUCKLE

How old are you, Deborah?

I'm nearly 16.

How old are you?

Ha! Excellent.

Excellent, Deborah.

Race you to the gate?

So, I got you a present whilst
I was in Munich.

Mmm, darling, very generous of you.

You didn't need to do that.

Where is it?

In Munich.

Well, that's a bit inconvenient.

I don't suppose it's going to make
its way here, perhaps, is it?

No, no.

I'm afraid you'll
have to go there to get it.

But I think you'll agree it's
a journey worth making.

Hitler?

Yes.

He said he'd be delighted
to meet you

whenever you are next in Munich.
My God!

Oh, my God, that is something.

Unity helped me, of course.

She and I have been telling
him all about you...paving the way.

You might want to learn
a few words of German beforehand.

He doesn't speak any English,
does he?No, of course not.

Well, then I'll have
an interpreter, no doubt.

I just find that
the better my German gets,

the more relaxed and informal
our conversations become.

Well, how relaxed
and informal are you getting?

Actually, he's invited me to
the opera in Berlin next week.

Has he?Mmm.

Just the two of you, is it?

Oh, I'm sure there'll be some
bodyguards around.

I'm not sure I like the idea of you
spending time...alone.

Well...

..there are certain people I don't
like you spending time alone with.

But I've learned we don't
always get what we want in life.

Do we, darling?

Touche.

And finally,
the day I dreaded was upon us.

Nothing for it but to smile.

Well, there you are.Aw, thank you
so much. I shall treasure it.

Well, come along.
Let us all raise a glass

to our distinguished authoress.

Cheers.Cheers.

Thank you both so much for coming
and preventing this from being

the most depressing
publication day in history.

Can I just say that I offered
to throw a party,

Joss offered to throw a party
and the publishers themselves...?

I could hardly have a party
to celebrate a book which

has caused so much trouble.
Well, you didn't cause it, darling -

it's your bloody sisters attaching
themselves to fascist leaders.

I tell you, you're better off
without them.

Anyway, they're completely
overreacting and the book is only

a very gentle satire...I've written
to my sisters, explained,

apologised, grovelled
and it's done no good.

Well, I for one am really looking
forward to reading it.

I think everything you write
is an absolute scream.

Hear, hear. Darling, aren't these
two the best of friends?

Without them, I wouldn't have a job

and you certainly
would not have a cake.

Thank you both so much.

To friendship.

Right, would you like a piece?
Yes, please.

Tony's handiwork.Looks delicious.
You've outdone yourself, Tony.

There you are, Stubbs.

Wondered if you fancied
a spin in the car. She's...

Oh, my Lord.

Farve will die if he sees you.

He'll literally have a fit and die.

Do you think they'll hang me
for murder?

Probably.

But at least you'll look lovely on
the front pages.

Go like this.

That's better. Less is more.

Anyway, Farve won't see me.

It's just for special occasions.

Oh, yes? Where are you off to?

I'm going fishing.

Fishing and lipstick
do not normally....With Derek.

Promise you won't tell.
In fact, could you come with?

Derek Jackson?

He's twice your age, Stubby.

What on earth are you doing
with him?

I'm not doing anything with him.
We're friends.

He asked me about our trout stream,
so I said I'd show him it.

Oh, do come, he said he'd
love to meet you properly.

He says, of all my sisters,
you seem the least bonkers.

What a charmer.

So, Miss Pamela,

your sister tells me that you've
spent the last year or so

driving all over Europe.
That's right.

Awfully dangerous for a young lady,
driving abroad alone, isn't it?

Not if you know how to change
a wheel.

I meant without a chaperone,
a protector.

Not if you know how to
protect yourself.Ah, I see.

You're the go-getter,
independent type.

Take no prisoners, eh?

Right, here we are.
It's a nice spot, isn't it?

And which type are you, Derek?

Oh, Derek's the rude type.

He hates the way that most people

blither on in meaningless
small talk,

and he's not afraid to tell them.

And if that means that they think
he's an arrogant pig,

well, that's their problem.

Isn't that right, Derek?

Ha! Guilty as charged, I'm afraid.

Your sister has me to a T.

NEWSREEL: In Berlin,
Dr Goebbels,

one of Hitler's chief ministers,

makes the sensational announcement
that Germany is

to reintroduce conscription to
the armed forces,

in direct contravention to
the terms of

the Versailles Peace Treaty.

This news sends a worrying message
to the rest of Europe.

Is Germany once again
preparing for war?

CROWD:Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

The living room is on
the first floor.

He always keeps the curtains closed,
even during the day.Why?

In case of snipers.

So he's in there now?

Yes. With her.

Eva?Ja.

She arrived about an hour ago.

Will she stay all day? All night?

Probably. She usually leaves before
it gets light.

How long have they been...?

Two years, maybe.

But he's never seen
in public with her. Why's that?

She's just a shop girl.

She knows nothing of government,

the economy
or of the Jewish problem.

She doesn't understand politics
at all.

But politics is his life.

What do they talk about?

I don't know.

Perhaps they don't do
so much talking.

Sex is just a compulsion.

A great leader needs
a woman who understands his cause,

who is wholly committed to it.

Do you think he loves her?!

God knows.

Look, we should leave,

they patrol these gardens. Come.

Will you help me write a letter?

I need to get the German perfekt.

To the Fuhrer?

No, no. To the newspaper.
Der Sturmer.

Now?

Please?

Dear Sturmer, I am a British woman
fascist who has lived in Munich

for several months.

I should like to express
my admiration

for Germany's approach
to the Jewish problem.

Unfortunately, the English have
no notion of the danger...

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Lady Redesdale.

The papers? Yes, yes?

Absolutely not!
Certainly not, no.

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

Lord Redesdale!

Sir, what do you think of your
daughter's letter?!

CLAMOURING

I have nothing to say.

Do stand aside.

Sir! Is it true she's
Hitler's mistress?!

Drive on.

Unity, you are to come home at once.

You're to take the very next train
and talk to no-one,

absolutely no-one, until you arrive,
do you understand?

CACOPHONY

CACOPHONY SWELLS

I refuse to apologise.

It's not just your father and I.

The whole country is angry
with you now.

I don't care.
Those are simply my opinions.

FARVE:Unity!

What on EARTH do you think you're
playing at?!

What right? What right do you have

splashing your revolting and your
utterly unfounded opinions

across every damned
newspaper in the land?

Do you ever stop to think for a
moment of the thousands of perfectly

decent people in this country
that you've offended and attacked?

The damned telephone has not stopped
ringing with reporters

hounding us about your
disgusting views.

You...You are an absolute...

Ah!Oh, she's here already?

She's with Farve.

She had that look about her,
you know how she gets.Stony.

I mean, where did all this hatred
come from?

She knows nothing about the Jews.
Nothing!

Bobo, where are you going?

To London, to stay with Diana.
I'm obviously not welcome here.

Oh, don't be silly,
of course you're welcome.

I shall walk to the station.

And please tell Nancy that
I have not forgiven her

for publishing that book.

That book? Good God,
what about this letter?!

Bobo, come ba...

Ugh!

It's no good me ordering her back
only for you to tell her

she's not welcome here.

How on earth are we going to get to
the bottom of why she's said those

ghastly things unless she's here
to talk to?

There have to be consequences
for her actions,

or how will she ever learn?!

She's not a child any more -
banishing her won't work.

Well, what then?!

I don't know.

Darling,
we have to reason with her.

Reason with Bobo, hmm?

We have to try.

How else are we
going to keep our family together?

SIGHS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Go away.

Hello, hello.

Oh, it's you.

Well, she's been,
she's taken the medicine

and she's gone again.

I saw her.

I couldn't bear to speak to her.

Just, why...?

Why do you think she'd say these
awful, hateful things?

I suppose...

Well, you know how much
she idolises him

and, and now suddenly she's having
lunch with him and...

..it's gone to her head -

she'd probably say anything to
impress him.

Hopefully, the scales will
eventually fall from her eyes.

They won't.

I know her, she'll stick to it.
KNOCKING

Ah, Pamela.
Do come in, we're having such fun.

Did you get the call to return
from Muv?

All hands on deck.Mmm.

Well, Unity's really done it
this time.

The baddest a bad girl
can possibly be.

Do you think she really means it?

Hard to tell.

But I went to visit her in Munich
a couple of weeks ago

and she took me to tea with him.
Hitler.

What?!Pam, how could you?

Well, I was curious.

I mean, come on, who wouldn't be?

And?He struck me as very ordinary.

Like a farmer, in his brown suit,

sat in a tearoom, making chitchat.

Hard to believe he's this ruthless
dictator with these awful views.

But he is.But you know
what the extraordinary thing was?

Not Bobo's love for him -
which is quite obvious, of course -

but the fact that he's
clearly enchanted by her.

What?Yes. She makes him laugh.

And you know what she's like,

just says whatever comes into
her head.

She's completely natural with him.

Whereas I suppose most people are
in awe, nervous

and on their best behaviour.

Bobo isn't.

Well, if you've met him,
I don't see why I couldn't.

Hitler?

Erm, you don't WANT to
meet him, do you?

Well, picture this -

at close range, I could whip out
a pistol and shoot him dead.

Great scheme.

And then you would immediately
be shot dead by his guards.

Maybe, but i-it would be worth it,
wouldn't it?Er, no.No, Decca.

Well...

..what do you do when someone
you really love

does something really,
really awful and vile like this?

That's a good question.

Can you still love them?

Perhaps we don't really get
a choice about loving sisters.

Maybe the love's just there
in the background...

..and always will be,

whether we like it or not.

Oh, I am sorry for you and Farve.
This really is beyond the pale.

All I can hope is that
Diana can talk some sense into her.

Well, maybe...maybe I could pop in
and have a word with them.

Yes, but aren't things rather
difficult

between you three at the moment?

I don't expect Bobo
to relent any time soon,

but Diana is more...reasonable.

And, well, it's high time she
and I cleared the air, isn't it?

We are adults after all.

Well, tread very softly,
won't you, darling?

Yes, I will.

Thank you.

Bye-bye, darling. Good luck.

As the eldest, I knew it was up to
me to be the bigger person

and build a bridge.

To pour oil on troubled waters.

DOOR OPENS

Hello.

If you've come to see Unity, I'm
afraid you've had a wasted journey.

She says she has no intention of
speaking to you.No, actually,

it's...it's you I've come to see.

How are you?

Very well, thank you.

How are the book sales going?

It's sold remarkably badly,
you'll be pleased to hear.

And reviews have
been indifferent at best.

Look, I'm...

..I'm truly sorry that it offended
you both.

Obviously, it's not
what I set out to do.

I'm actually in
the middle of packing.

I'm going to a dinner party tonight
and then I'm driving straight off

to Mosley's place afterwards,
so I'm rather busy.

Right.

Listen, Muv wondered if you would
have a quiet word

with Unity about her letter,
and just explain to her why

everyone's so upset about it.

And perhaps encourage her
to rethink what she's said.

She clearly listens to you.

Certainly not.

She's an adult now
and she's entitled to her opinions.

But, Nard, you cannot support
what she said in that letter -

all that hatred - I mean,
you can't, can you?

Look, her views are her own.

If that's what she thinks,
I don't see how I can change it.

Oh, come on!
You have a huge influence on her.

You can't just sit by and do
nothing. You can't condone it.

Neither Mosley nor I have
anything against the Jews as a race,

but what's happening in Germany,
it's none of our business.

What? This, this...

This isn't you -
this is Mosley speaking, isn't it?

Don't be ridiculous.Well,
it's not the girl I grew up with.

It's not you.Don't tell me
who I am or what I think.

Just because you're the eldest...
Oh, it's got nothing to do with that.

..doesn't mean we have to
fall in line behind you.

We are all entitled
to our own views, to be ourselves.

Now, if you'll excuse me.
But that's it -

since you met Mosley,
you're not yourself at all.

You've changed completely.

You think you know me better than
I know myself!

Well, you don't!

Just get out, will you?

Now!

Oh, don't worry, I'm going.

Good God, what are you doing here?

I'm just about to have
an early night.Sorry.

You don't fancy a really
strong drink instead, do you?

Wait there.

WINDOW SHUTS

# When they begin

# Love begins... #

I mean, Unity's always
been an obstinate,

obsessive creature who loves
to shock. But Diana?

Diana's a sophisticated,
intelligent woman,

but now suddenly she can't
complete a sentence without

the word Mosley appearing in it.

I mean, later tonight, she's driving
halfway across the country

just to be with him. What on earth
is the attraction?

Fame, power, driving ambition,
virility.

All the age-old aphrodisiacs,
I suppose.

But refusing to condemn
Unity's letter,

that's...that's just not her.

She's always had lots of Jewish
friends - you, for example -

that's Mosley speaking.

She can't have changed that much.

Well, perhaps that's how it begins.

I mean, Mosley started off as

a perfectly reasonable politician,
didn't he?

I suppose so, yes.But then, power
became more important to him

than his principles.
And to get power,

as Hitler observed early on,

it helps to have a scapegoat,

a focus for people's hatred.

And, well...

..the Jews have always been there.

Oh, God, I'm sorry,
this is too much.

I shouldn't be bringing this up.
No, no, no, no.

We have to talk about it.

We have to confront it.

You know, my grandparents
escaped the Ukraine 50 years ago

and came here. They had rocks thrown
at their house,

they were called filthy sheenies
by the neighbours.

And only once they'd moved,
changed their name,

shed every outward sign
that they were Jewish, really,

did they finally start
to feel safe enough

to build a life and have a family.

So...they were in hiding, really?

In a way, yes.

Yes, because there's
always the fear.

But because of that sacrifice,

my parents got to grow up
feeling like this was their home.

And they passed that belonging,
that...

..that feeling of safety on to us.

And then, enter the fascists,
and here we all are again.

Right back to square one.

Thanks to Mosley.

SINGER HOLDS FINAL NOTE

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

See you soon.

How on earth did my attempt
at reconciliation with Diana

go so badly wrong that night?

Did I go too far in accusing her

of being Mosley's mouthpiece?

Possibly.

Should I have been able
to keep my cool when provoked?

Probably.

And was it my fault that she was
so upset that night

that she drank a lot more champagne
than she should have?

Definitely.

DISTANT:Hello? Can you hear me?

Let's get her out.

HEARTBEAT

That's it. Steady.

HEARTBEAT CONTINUES

SHE GASPS

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