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Do you stay here? I'll see you out.

I'll see you later.

I'll see you later.

You can find something that's, well, appropriate.

Right? Marion, you fool.

Oh, yes, sorry.

Wasn't thinking.

Wish I couldn't.

I do realise that both our leaders are out of commission now.

They got Ulrica as well?

No, no.

She's gone down with malaria.

Poor Carol.

Poor Marion.

It's over four hours since they started interrogating her.

Any violence?

Not that we know of.

Fine, give it time.

And who'll be next, I ask myself.

Yeah, pick us off one by one like there's not. Wouldn't be surprised.

As if we hadn't got enough on our plate.

All right, let's have a look at you.

Judith, I'm just going to give you a cold compress, OK?

I feel so ill.

I know.

How's that?

Oi, Ellie.

Have they still got her? Norris?

Who? Who have they got?

Not Debbie?

No, of course not. I told you, she's with the kids. She's doing a grand job.

Outside?

Near them?

Judith, it's all right.

Nurse Norris was referring to Marion, no one else.

Marion? She's been questioned before.

The middle of the night.

And then... And then?

What? You said, and then.

Did it not matter?

Where is Debbie?

Your Debbie's perfectly safe, I promise you.

Now, then you concentrate on doing as you're told and trying to get some

Do you hear me?

Yes, Doctor.

That's a good girl.

Horace, over here, would you mind?

Oh! Oh!

Bear up. With a bit of luck, you'll be excused from your camp duties for a bit.

And what is the rule about nurses talking over patients?

Not to.

But I couldn't help myself.

So kindly bear in mind that as far as my nurse is... And why not? I just happen

to be a nurse who happens to have been captured with a doctor.

This is neither the time nor the place to be pedantic. I'm sorry, but I think

is, and especially here.

Is that a fact?

It is.

Including the fact that we're being put down and knocked by the Japs without you

putting us into our place.

Which happens to be doing our best for our patients, right? Mr. Maiden, look.

It's coming out.

Oh.

No violence.

Just... Just... The threat of it.

I'll be all right. Are you sure?

Yes, yes, of course.

going on and on about Clifford.

His rank, his regiment, where he was stationed, what he'd been doing when we

left Singapore.

I am sorry.

I told them all I know.

I mean, it was little enough.

Oh, God, no.

No need to blame yourself.

Here, drink up. Yes, thank you.

I'll say one thing. It's an ill wind.

What?

Interrogated? Are you mad?

On the contrary.

With a nips attitude to women, their interrogators won't expect us to know

anything important.

Bow and shut up. But who are they?

Kempeitai. Secret police.

And from the little I could gather, they're going round the camps cross

-referencing. This position of troops back in Singapore, I suppose.

What good it'll do. Did they say anything about the men? Oh, nothing.

nothing except... Except what?

It's bad news, I'm afraid.

As I was leaving, they said our troops, they're withdrawing

to... Oh, for God's sake. India.

India.

India.

Now, it's possible they're exaggerating. To undermine us.

Possibly.

And again.

Comfort? That was the most welcome cup I've ever had. Oh, Christ, that says it

all.

Two months in captivity and, oh, boy, a cup of tea's our brand -new yardstick

for joy.

Watch out, here comes Victor.

Oh, dear, look, he's smiling.

Is that what you call it?

The work goes quickly.

So many ill, it has to.

It is reported Sister Ulrika has malaria.

Among others.

You will give sympathy to her?

Indeed. Excuse me, Commandant, but about the medicines.

The quinine?

When a medical officer has taken decision, you will know. But he's

you. I have said, you will know.

Forgive me, but surely we should at least be getting Red Cross parcels.

About that, you will also know.

He's a mine of information.

Well, he doesn't say that scares me. How is he smiling when he cannot do?

Thinks he's lovely. That's why.

Could be right. In my experience, small men can be very vague.

You may laugh, but... Hey, look.

I can't bear it. What?

I thought... It's for me, of course.

What are they doing?

That... What the hell's going on?

It's a trick.

I don't think so.

Now, are you all right?

Yes. I feel cold.

Shock, I expect.

How are the tea states?

Very lousy.

However...

I'll

say one thing.

It's all gold, isn't it, Jack?

Oh, I feel quite light -headed.

It's like a child let out of school.

Sure. No more Latin, no more French. No more sitting at the old school bench. No

more beetles in my tea. Well, not many.

Prisoners obey Lieutenant Sato.

Sato must turn out.

Bow!

That's your answer to me.

One little spoonful more, and I will tell you where the Commandant's gone.

Where? How?

More like it. And it's local HQ, me lovelies, shouldn't you, with Bain? You

to go.

Good evening, Mrs. Van Mare. I'm not choosing you. I'd be too. Make rock of

As if I would.

Especially not when you can trade me sugar for fags.

Fags? What is fags?

The cigarette.

Ain't what do I need when I have my own superior ones. Ah, but for how long?

You can do my tree chopping.

Not bloody likely.

Cook house, then.

Ah. All or nothing.

Done.

And guess who knows a fellow trader when she sees one?

Something to name a fan mayor.

Blanche? How long's the commandant gone for?

Forever for all our care.

She's incorrigible.

What is it?

How the hell is she getting her hands on so many cigarettes?

Here's another.

Knock, knock. Who's there?

Isabel. Isabel who? Isabel Necessary on a bicycle.

Oh, no.

She's only jealous.

Mind, if you want a real belly laugh, there was this Englishman, Irishman and

Scot... Blanc, there's something called going too far. And how do you know till

you've got there, eh?

Debbie is only 14.

You think I'd corrupt her?

I wouldn't, honest.

Of course you wouldn't.

You're a good kid.

I'm not a kid.

No, of course not.

So, how's your mum, then?

The fever keeps coming back again, and without medicine.

Oh, dear, I shouldn't have been joking. Oh, don't talk, darling.

She'll be the last to begrudge you.

Besides, she'll be up and about soon, you see. Why, look at Christine.

Out!

Running away, are we?

Oh, I know she's a dedicated doctor, but how can she nearly stand?

She is a bit bossy. A bit?

Here, hold this.

Oh.

Kindly remember, I am the sick base anointed.

So, no chatting over the patients.

No calling me Big B. And if you really want to please me, you can touch my hem

and call me Far.

I saw you laughing.

Christina, give her the old Evo. I dare you. Do you hear me, Christina? You are

not well enough.

Well, I think I am, so I'm staying here.

Christina,

I am the doctor.

And I'm the one who feels better, so I am staying here.

That's right, Christina. Give her a...

And you must.

Strength will be given.

By God?

For me?

Yes.

And all I can say is you're very lucky.

Indeed.

But science, too, has its strength, its dependability.

So I was given to understand.

A plus B equals C.

I never realized how protected I was before.

Hospital routine, everything to hand.

It's the way of institutions.

Realize I should be comforting you.

Perhaps you are.

Then you have been trained to be strong.

Expected to be.

It helps to see that others, too, have such a strain.

You?

Oh, yes.

But you always seem so sure of everything, so certain.

It is expected.

But when I'm alone... Sometimes some of our women

talk about how much they miss their families, their husbands.

But I, too, am married.

Married?

Every nun is the bride of Christ.

Mm. I know that.

Now, it is very real to me... It is the most real thing in the whole of my life.

But you still are.

Yes.

But I do not have the guidance of the church to which Christ speaks.

The discipline.

The forgiveness after confession.

Always I carry my sins.

My decisions fit in me.

We are none of us, sure.

The cross is much more dangerous.

You're allowed to bang your sticks there. Well, you can in hockey.

Sally, you'll be late for cookhouse.

Oh, look, the next time you're meant to be resting, get those feet up.

Well, if only for the baby.

Yes, the baby.

Oh, Debbie, seeing as how you've got time for a chat, how about getting us

water, eh?

And mind us the bugs, if you don't mind.

You'll be lucky. And before you say anything, I'll do extra time for

She's a good kid.

Reminds me of my old sis.

So childish at times, but when it comes to pulling her weight, she's got on.

Even a witch. Why don't they all dutch help us, eh?

Still learning the odd girl they're doing their chores for them all.

No reason to, not now.

Oh, God.

Why can't I learn to keep my big traps shut?

Poor little baby.

Poor Darby.

Lunch?

Lunch? What's wrong?

What's bloody right?

Someday, when you're older.

See, everyone's always saying that.

A long time ago, I had one.

It was adopted.

The baby?

Mine.

And not mine.

But I didn't know you were married.

I wasn't.

I'm sorry.

You and me both.

Then again, what have I got to give?

Well, we couldn't do without you.

What? Busy little bee, our Thato is. Oh, I'll give him extra ten cones.

Mind, it gladdens the heart to see the guards getting stick.

They always have. Yes, but not more than us.

See, I feel quite sorry for Shinya. I mean, fancy getting hit because your

are dusty.

Any excuse to lash out? Think they need an excuse?

You know something? I have this dream sometimes.

All the nips on bacon slices.

Feet first.

Set on the thinnest cut. Oh, no!

Anyway, she is nice.

Nice? No nip is nice.

He is with the children.

Yes, extraordinary, that.

It's almost as if we're different species.

Children and the rest. I doubt they see us as people.

Of course not.

To them, we're a bunch of women.

The lowest of the low.

Except for ourselves.

Yes, it's funny, that. The way even the commandant softens.

That's because I'm the container for a baby.

That's an old way of putting it. It's an odd feeling.

Death at the grave.

Who?

The commandant.

I've watched him.

Killed her in his death at the grave.

Then we all did. Did what?

Killed her. How can you say such a thing?

When nothing matters, why not?

A touch of the guilt's for Charlie. He's got a point.

If I'd stopped her working so hard, maybe... Now!

Now!

Oh, Kate, you're on. And watch it, Mason. So what's new?

I just finished my booth.

Mind if I sit down for a minute, Sam? Of course.

I'm whacked.

Oh, my feet.

And what's the matter with Dorothy? She nearly knocked me down on the way out

just now.

The usual.

Contrary to the cliché, suffering does not always enable...

Oh, absolutely wonderful.

How's Jimmy?

Not too good, I'm afraid.

Debbie, he's very nice.

Yeah, just there.

Ladies and ladies, please note that the tea is strong, thanks to my bit of extra

and not the nips. Thank you very much.

smug thing again, I'll kill her. Oh, I doubt you.

Then how does she come to get all those cigarettes? Answer me that.

Come off it. She's not a cockney for nothing.

Meaning? Thanks, sir.

Meaning they're well known for grafting. My old grandaddy said, you watch out

for them cockneys. They'll have the nose off your face.

Is that a fact?

It is.

Well, how about that, Sylvia?

You're not the only one who's prejudiced.

No thumbing.

I have a feeling our Blanche is fraternizing.

That's all we need.

Nothing concrete.

Then, who knows what she's up to.

She's a law unto herself, that one.

So open about most things, yet she creeps about the campus as if she's

invisible.

Yes. Still a line to be drawn.

Indeed.

Just lately, I feel as if my whole life's being unpicked.

Stitch by painful stitch.

Things that once appalled me.

All of us.

But then...

Survival is what's important now.

But how much of what we are will survive?

If anything.

Norris, come here.

How many times have I got to tell you there is only one way to do things?

Properly. In a changing world, some things remain

unchanged.

At least they have enough to eat.

Lucky things.

It's a highly entertainment gang.

Put it this way.

Sylvia has volunteered to give a rendition of The Wreck of the Hesperus.

No, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it.

Kate, who has appeared pretty darned worth until now, has suggested soft shoe

shuffling with those boots accompanying herself on the cone.

I tell you.

And even our doctor volunteered.

To recite Albert and the Lion?

So what have you got to offer?

Oh, well, I used to be quite good at whistling, and don't laugh.

Third impression, love.

Well, looked at it one way, we've got a perfectly splendid mixed bag. I mean,

not exactly up to West End standards, but how about you, Blanche?

Eh?

Talent, girl, talent.

Yeah, the smell in trouble.

Don't. Do you think it does anything for me?

I hear you're able to get cigarettes.

Do you now?

I'm off the record, of course. Of course.

Taken up smoking, have we?

Me? Look at Gratius now.

Go on.

Look, he's got any chance of getting any quinine. Nope.

Why?

Because I've just lost a patient.

Judith?

No, no, Dutch.

It was malaria.

She was old. Had a bit of quinine. Who knows?

As for Judith, I'm in two minds as to whether to prepare Debbie or hope

waning hope.

Dot.

You know that guard you're always chatting up?

Look, I'm not criticising or nothing, can't really.

But I know he fancies you. I can't get anywhere near him.

And he was the one that went down with malaria, so I was thinking.

Well, maybe he's got some quinine left and Judith's in a pretty bad mood.

She's dying, Dot.

Dying. Look, poor Debbie.

I mean, Judith's all she's got left in the world. Excuse me.

Did you hear what I said?

Judith's going to bloody top it. Lucky her.

Look! Over there is a corpse.

A malaria corpse, a non -medicine corpse.

Over there is violence.

Nothing else.

These fetches, girls, they are disgusting.

Disgusting. Still, they're better than nothing.

You have to be sober.

So jolly. No, but I'm told it helps.

Tiresome girl.

Here, you can help.

Likely.

At least you don't grin all the time, on and on.

That'll be the day.

Darcy.

I'm sorry about... about the baby.

Yeah, well... Life can be very empty without love.

I never had very much use for it.

But the idea that now there is no possibility.

I'm told there are other things.

Indeed. Enough money.

Style.

Position.

Not important, according to some people.

I wouldn't know about that.

It is.

It was a great consolation.

How nice.

No, not nice, but a certain, how do you say,

protection.

My husband was always so very busy.

Like singing, it was.

And then later, a little hand holding my finger.

Sometimes I wonder who I'm mourning for.

For me or for... I expect it's all the same in death.

Oh, but of course.

Everything's all the same in the end.

It's the getting there that's such a bloody mess.

I think I can speak for all of us when I say this is a proud, proud day for

everyone. And as we've all worked so very hard, I think it's only right that

can have a small celebration.

Anyway, Gilda Ashburton, who's done so much to keep us all in line, has

suggested that we take off to have a small celebration in our huts.

If you're British, formal dress will be worn.

Good.

Good? What do you mean, good?

Perfect.

I love

your

decorations. Not bad.

A few clouds have not become a myth.

I wonder how the food's coming along.

Well, I'm simply starving.

Aren't we all?

And don't you remember, don't be so greedy that you can't get up from the

without room for a penny bun.

Cheek!

And now,

the pièce de résistance.

Before you are... I'm

doing the cow's latrine studio for it. Which particular cow, Blanche? The Grand

Van Miller!

Let's get an evening game.

I say, what an unusual day.

The native?

The commissioner.

Shouldering the white man's birth.

Haven't we all?

Mind you, the boot's a bit on the other foot here, eh, Sylvia?

Now, look here. Oh, please, Sylvia.

Let's just leave the Japs for once, shall we? Yeah, put a sock in it,

Oh, talking of memories.

Do you know what I miss the most back in England?

The snow. Oh, dear.

To be actually covered.

To be in the garden.

and bury your face in it.

No balls.

Do you remember how they squeaked when he pushed them together to make them

hard?

I miss the sea the most.

Funny how different we all are.

With me, it's miles and miles of baked nothing and no fence.

Oh, it doesn't do to look back too much.

It's not more fun than looking forward.

How about some tea?

The Red Cross parcels have arrived.

Shin has just been telling us. Oh, the other one.

Red Cross. They're in the guardhouse. What are we waiting for?

Commandant, I suppose.

Good, good, Red Cross.

Medicine?

Juquinine? Much.

And cigarettes.

I'll bet you one thing.

They've opened them. Yeah, what are we going to end up with?

Very thought.

In fact, I wouldn't put it past Theta requisitioning a few. At least the

commandant was fair. If nothing else.

You're thinking what I'm thinking.

We creep round and count them.

That way we know what's owed, right?

Right. But that's dangerous.

Will you tell me something what isn't? You take the tea back to the hut and

don't do anything about it, all right? Go on.

You can count me in.

What did you do?

What did you do? What did you do?

What did you do?

We wish to return to our house.

Can

we

go?

No.

Ladies come, ladies let.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? Why did you bring them in?

I thought they were looking at the luggage. I thought they were looking at

luggage.

I thought they were looking at the

luggage.

Tanaka.

Ota.

Oh, come on, Shiggy.

Chaps don't like white skins.

Huh?

Not nice.

No liking.

Of course.

Shigga all like.

Tanaka. Dorothy!

We don't want to upset anyone now, do we? Don't touch me. Do it here. Do not

touch me. Rose!

My friend doesn't understand.

Listen, Rose, whatever happens, happens. If we cooperate, we might get some

money. I can't. Yes, you can. I just can't. Yes, you can.

Our mates are dying, Rose.

Dying.

My friend.

She's shy.

Shy?

Shy.

You? Yes.

Come on, get me out of here. Get your hands off me, you little...

Don't be a fool, Rose.

Blanche is right. So you might as well just make the best of it. You are mad,

both of you.

Get out of my way, you naughty little bird.

Oh!

What was it?

What did she say?

You came whole parcels that you make yourself.

No clothes.

No clothes. They tried to rape us. Do you hear me? Rape us.

That's all that they said.

To guard the pastures, yes.

I can't understand it.

Where did they spend the night?

The punishment house.

What's going on?

Wobble! It's Quinny.

Lieutenant Sato has made a very full report.

You came to see parcels, correct?

Yes, Commandant.

You were caught by two of my guards and taken in, correct?

Yes, Commandant.

And in order to explain being out after dark, you pretend... It was no pretence.

They tried to rape us. You are a wicked woman who tried to make trouble between

Commandant and his men to blame others for your disobedience. It was rape. Rose

was very upset, Commandant.

And, uh...

No rape.

Just a model. Silence!

And what do you say?

They tried to rape us.

So, one woman speak truth, other women lie. No! Silence!

Well, what happened?

It's no girl. He just keeps on repeating that they're lying and they'll stay on

punishment until they confess.

She's the one that's lying, even if you look at her.

She's a leader for the Cobra and twice as lethal. Only since she lost her baby.

Still no excuse.

If I had my way, she'd be put up against the wall and shot.

I thought I was the one who was meant to be tough.

It's what they do to all traitors, and that's what she is. Maybe.

Witch of us hasn't tried to save our own skin some time or another. But not

here. Not with a general.

And what more she ought to be done.

Oh, no. No, no, we don't want a confrontation.

Not now. At least not until we've heard both sides.

Let's just stick to Rose and Blanche, shall we? If you say so.

Now, what else can I do?

A rose and blanch?

Nothing.

Keep on keeping on.

Oh.

Mummy, it really is better.

You've only to look at her. Yes, Debbie.

We're not out of the woods yet, ma 'am, but we're on the edge.

There now.

We must get on.

Does it never end?

No, so you'd better get used to it.

Take a look.

You're a fool,

my girl. Self -pitying, pathetic.

It's me, Dorothy.

You butt.

Can I have some cigarettes?

No cigarettes.

I lied for you.

I tried.

You lying, vicious little bitch.

It's since her baby died.

Prisoner Bennett, Prisoner Jefferson has reported that you have lied about the

time in a guard hut.

It was a model, Commandant.

She's lying.

Quiet!

Did it happen?

I'm not sure.

Did it happen? I didn't see.

Then why you not say so, Prisoner Bennett?

What you would do?

You do well to be frightened.

Prisoner Bennett will do tree -faring every day until I instruct.

I'm Rosenblanch.

Please.

I will think on it.

Thank you, Commandant. Thank you for releasing my friend.

Excuse me for speaking first.

It is not I, Commandant Yamauchi, who make pardon.

It is Imperial Japanese Army who teach all officers in fair judgment of even

prisoners, even fourth -class women.

Yes, Commandant.

You do well to learn from your masters, to learn to discipline women beneath

you. Oh, they're not beneath me. Silence!

I order you, Mrs. Jefferson, to control your women.

No woman to go anywhere you do not know of.

You understand?

Yes, Commandant.

Now, Prisoner Bennet. The women are very angry.

It is not their business to be angry.

It is their business to obey.

Do you hear me?

Yes, Commandant.

But it is only natural... I do not think you hear me, Prisoner Jefferson.

You are a British leader who is responsible for British women to make

I was only elected.

Elected? Do you think I accept any woman elected?

I am not a puppet. No.

No, of course not. No, forgive me.

It was because you had understanding of army discipline that I accepted you.

But it seems that you too are on trial.

If you do not carry out my instructions, I will make Sister Ulrika to lead all.

Does she not control her women?

Yes, Commandant.

Have the Dutch ever broken rules?

Answer me!

No, Commandant.

So, they are then good example, are they not?

Yes, Commandant.

Now, as for Prisoner Bennet...

All we've got left... I couldn't agree more.

She must be dealt with in the proper manner.

Hear that?

All the bloody nobs closing ranks.

Lay down the... Where are you going? Ouch!

Who the hell started you on? My own. I have taken just about all I can stand

without this slaying man. You're the ones who suffered. It was... Oh, no,

Blanche, you'll leave us alone. No!

Until such time... I have no such time, now or ever.

I've just come from the Commandant's office. He's confirmed Rosenblanche's

pardon. Blanche! The justice of the Imperial Japanese Army, to use his exact

words. But he's instructed me to tell you that unless anyone else wishes to be

staked out, there will be no, and I repeat, no unseemly behaviour towards

Dorothy.

It's a bloody conspiracy. Shut up, Blanche. No unseemly behaviour

And for once, I agree with him.

Hear, hear. Absolutely.

They came together, even with the zaps.

Did you see?

I'll get your own way, you always have.

Look.

If you're all so eager to let off steam, I'm sure Dr. Mason could use some help

moving patients into the new sickbay.

Beatrice, isn't that right? Doctor, do her.

Beatrice, do her. Finish our breakfast.

Save our energy to something constructive.

And on that message of goodwill, I'm going to be good to 50 little girls and

us well.

Now, please, please, no jolting the stretchers.

Make it nice and easy.

That's it. We've got all the time in the world.

Not the atlias, Sir Coleman.

Now, you're back.

Mrs. Aldrich, where are you off to?

There is much to do, Dr. Mason.

Much to organize.

Two of a kind out there.

They're good women.

Unlike some.

Not some.

Not only did you save my life.

Oh, do me a favour.

Give it a rest.

Just let me say how happy I am that you were here this morning. Oh, well.

Who? Just to let you know I ain't so forgiving as someone might mention.

I don't care.

That's as may be.

But if you ever so much as cross me in anything, anything, do you hear me?

If you so much as put one foot wrong, I'll make the next look like a

bunch of Florence Nightingale.

I don't feel like it.

Not anymore. That's not like you.

Who knows what's like me?

Who knows what's like anything?

Indeed.

Then they'll all be shot, eh?

That insect there.

Punishments.

Presence.

It was all so unpredictable.

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