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You!

Who? Me, Captain?

You no bow.

Didn't I? How remiss of me.

Me very old woman. Bad back.

Difficult bow.

Other times, you were more quick.

Have respect for Japanese conqueror.

Joss, what have you been up to?

Nothing. Come on, I know that's holier than thou, look. Usually means you've

been looted. Shh.

Little pictures.

Many snabs of more wood from behind the guards' house.

You'd better watch out. One of these days, one of them's going to notice.

if the building doesn't collapse first.

That's what I'm banking on. All the little buggers in one fell swoop.

Do you describe those from the factory?

Hmm. One of the perks of the job.

I'm going to volunteer for a shift as soon as that Trier woman says my arm's

right. You wouldn't rush.

One is useful, but it's no picnic.

It's a link with the outside world.

Well, you've got to fool me.

Still no news of the man? No.

I think we could make some contact. If I knew for certain that Bernard was...

It's so frustrating.

I'd save it if I were you.

What? All that emotion.

Channel it into some positive opposition.

Such as?

What, a sabotage at the factory? Oh, no, he wants to get my neck out.

I do make contact with Bernard again.

I want to be in one piece.

Oh, well, I've gone and dumped my spoils.

Where do you hide the stuff?

M -Y -O -B.

He's not a guy, but he is.

Just cover it up.

Deliberate.

Cover what up? Yeah, her being what she is.

Aristocracy.

John!

Oh, well.

Put my foot in it, I took it you'd know.

Well, it seems that she... She's the Lady Jocelyn.

Honest? Mrs Van Mare told me, and Dona told her, so it must be true.

So that's why Van Nair's all over Joss. Oh!

That will be 26.

Thank you.

Oh, good afternoon, Joss. I thought you charged 10.

That was last month. Now that the rations have been cut again, I have been

forced to increase my fee.

To force it to my friends.

Perhaps you would like me to do something about your hair?

Not on your nail.

They just seem to have ants in their pants today.

Yes, there does seem to be a lot of activity.

The telephone's been ringing, too.

It's praying as to say that Bobby and I are being sent home.

Eh? The repatriation list's come at last.

Oh, Lillian, I honestly wouldn't raise your hopes. Don't be a damper, Marion.

Well, I mean, the chances of any British being repatriated are virtually nil. I

don't think they have a chance.

Especially as John's back in England already.

And Dr. Trio had a special note about Bobby's health.

When did you apply?

Months ago.

For Christmas.

Should have been through by now.

I expect the applications are just lying about somewhere.

You surprise me with all this change of personnel.

Do you want to create a stink?

Take it up with that new district chappy.

You moved here, is it?

Marion's going to have a word with him when he comes tomorrow.

Well, I thought she knew him already. If they let me, Lillian.

Verna said she'd have a discreet word with Miss Hassan.

Oh, never mind all that palaver. Demand an interview. Oh, that should go down

awfully well. Holy smoke, it's worse than the whispering game.

Millionaire to you, who are to Verna, who passes it down the line to madam,

in turn has to translate it for that illiterate lout, Theta. I know it's a

and dance, but we are supposed to do everything through Verna. Yes, we

upset them. Oh, no, no, we mustn't do that.

Just drum around their nostrils.

She doesn't understand.

What's going on, Shinya?

All these comings and goings. Is something happening?

Oh, some guard sent away.

More soldier need at war.

Are you going?

No, I stay here.

I've been worried for a minute.

You fear to use cigarette?

Yes. You'd lose your English lessons.

So what happened to the district commander?

Speak more slow.

Was the other commander sent off to fight?

Is that why Yamauchi's been given his job?

Yes.

Does that mean your lot aren't doing so well now?

It does, doesn't it?

You ask too much questions.

Too many.

Susie, would you ask Mrs. Jefferson to come and have a word with me, please?

Thank you, Dad.

Don't tell me you've been roped in for Verner's famous soiree.

They were short of musicians.

Three months and you're all putty in their hands.

You joined the choir?

Because I couldn't sing.

Which is why they threw me out.

You play rather well.

Might have.

They used to say I was the musical one in the family, but I never had time to

practice.

Penalty for being a scholarship girl.

Always an exam ahead.

Need to prove something.

And then medical school, same thing again.

Takes a prison camp to give me time.

You realise it's all for Miss Hammond's benefit, don't you?

I thought when Plato took over, it paid to their little games. But as long as

she's in charge of administration... I shall be playing for her, I shall be

playing for me.

Let me old noodle his academic.

Joss, I'm trying to rehearse.

Shouldn't you be getting that arm of yours looked at? It's her fracture

today. We're the same, all of you.

Ostriches!

So there it is.

I suppose it was too much to hope.

Well, I think she feels, or rather Captain Sato feels, if that brute can be

to have feelings.

That if one person is allowed an interview, they'll all be flocking to

with their complaints.

But I wasn't intending to complain.

My chief reason for wanting to see him was to ask about our friends from the

camp. Well, I told her that. He must know where they are. After all, he was

one who sent them there.

Well, if you'll give me a list of their names, I'll pause it on.

I promised Lillian I'd ask about the repatriation list, too.

Yes, well, I'm getting very tired of Lillian. Not a day goes by and she isn't

about that. She is a bit obsessed, but then she's very worried about Bobby and

food. Well, God knows I do my best for her. The traders simply don't have eggs

and milk.

Well, except at an exorbitant price.

I mean, if she could afford to pay more, well, perhaps you've got something to

sell. I've nothing but what I'm standing in.

Look, don't think me callous.

I know exactly how Lillian feels.

I worry so much about her.

She can eat rats.

Well, we may all come to that soon.

Look, I'm sorry I couldn't be more held.

But between you and me, I think they're rather wary of your Yamouchi. Oh, not

mine. Far from it.

Yes, but surely you must have got to know him a little when you were leader.

Sometimes I thought I had.

But whoever knows a jab.

Come on, Pudding.

Mother will feed you now.

And this is love, haven't they?

A little whisk.

Cinnamon. They're all up for mother.

I say George VI stood down, Duke of Windsor, king again.

Daisy, you believe anything.

True. And Mrs Simpson's been made Queen Wallis.

What was your source? The Ouija board again?

It is true. They've done it to please the Yanks.

Don't argue.

Now, I should go and sit with Aunty Mary. Mum is going outside for a moment.

You shouldn't do that, Lillian.

It's better he has a decent helping.

All right, as long as I don't watch the others eat. You should look after

yourself, too. I'll survive.

I've got to.

I'm going to cough up some Red Cross parcels.

Sell my other dress. That should fetch something.

My still mother's brooch, if God willing, will be repatriated before I

sell that. Have you heard something, then?

Not yet.

Marion's going to speak to your Moochie tomorrow. She's not, you know.

Madam and the Monster have forbidden it.

I thought if Marion put our case, we'd be more than just two names along.

I am told women complain of rations being cut.

They ask for meat and fish.

This is not possible.

Japanese soldiers more important than first class prisoners.

Soldiers need food to fight enemies.

Therefore, women campaign no more.

Imperial Japanese army continue to have many victories and to capture many new

territories. What's the impression I get? That it's April Fool's Day.

In the past, British are very greedy.

They steal many countries for themselves.

Now, Nippon forces teach them humility.

Women also will learn humility.

This, they will learn through hard work.

I am told this camp has the best production rate at the factory.

This is good, but not good enough.

Soldiers need more uniform.

Therefore, women must work more hard.

Now, you will return to your duties.

Later, I will inspect camp.

Amen. Bow.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait for it.

Joss, where are you going? They didn't say I couldn't speak to them. It's no

use. You'll only get into trouble. I cannot lose pride. No, Joss, for

sake. Don't.

What do you want?

I want to speak to them. No, speak. Go work.

Isn't that for him to decide? Go work or I punish.

But I... No, no, please.

She only wanted to ask about... Be quiet.

We're not prisoners.

We're internees.

We have every right. Women have no right.

Oh, sugar.

I'm sorry. She only wanted to request information. Mrs. Jefferson, it is you.

Yes, Major.

We have already told you not to intrude on the Major's valuable time.

You wish to speak to me?

Well... Go.

Yes, please. If I might.

I will give five minutes to Mrs. Jefferson.

Thank you, Major.

No smile.

Go walk.

So, Mrs. Jefferson, again we meet.

Yes.

I must congratulate you on your promotion.

Thank you.

You find this camp better than others?

Oh, yes.

In many ways.

It is a good camp.

You are a fortunate woman.

Of course, we do miss our friends. That's one of the reasons I wanted to

to you.

We were hoping to have some news of them. Mrs.

Ashburton, Nurse Keene and the others.

You think I have news of all women on Ireland?

Oh, no. I have more important works and keep report on each prisoner.

We only thought perhaps as it was you who split us up originally.

You blame me?

No. You should not blame me.

I obey orders from higher authority.

Yes, I do understand that.

It was necessary to send women to Azarkhan.

Correct numbers are important.

We just wanted to find out if they were all right.

We've lost several of our own group, you see.

Lost?

They've died.

I know nothing of other women.

Then there's Christina Campbell.

You remember the girl who used to help you in the office?

She is not here. No, no, she was taken away on the first day to work as an

interpreter, they said.

I will investigate the matter.

Oh, thank you, Major.

There is something more?

We just wondered if there'd been any decision on repatriation.

When decision made, you hear?

It is some months now since the names were submitted. This is not your

Mrs. Jefferson.

Your name not on list.

Oh, no.

No, but there's a friend of mine, Lillian Cartland, and she has a small

will leave these matters to Rita.

You are not Rita here.

No. Jay is a very good leader, Captain Sato has said.

You will leave all to her.

I am not pleased.

I'm sorry, but I told Mrs. Jefferson she wasn't to speak to him.

You did not tell her very well.

Well, as I understand it, it was Major Yamouchi himself who... I hope you are

not contradicting me, Verna.

No, of course not.

Good.

You will now go and tell Mrs. Jefferson and her friend that their room is not up

to the required standards of cleanliness.

They will therefore go without supper tonight.

And breakfast tomorrow morning.

God, I'm famished.

They're not getting any breakfast either.

How do they expect us to work on an empty stomach?

It's better enough on a half -empty one.

The room was fine.

Look how we scrubbed the walls.

We did it out of spite, no doubt about it.

Yes, I'm afraid Joss and I are to blame. We're sorry to have brought all this on

you. Speak for yourself.

I'm not repentant. So we've nighed it. Well, then you dolly well should be. Why

couldn't you leave well alone, Joss? Thanks to her, I did speak to Yamouchi.

what a good that did.

We're still none the wiser about Blanche and the others.

And we're in the doghouse again.

The look on their faces at Tenko.

The look on their faces when Yamouchi's sauntered off with Marion. I'd give

anything to see that again.

It was no good.

And speak.

I can control myself no longer. I thought you'd been a bit quiet.

Every family, even the most aristocratic, has its black sheep.

And, Dr. Holbrooks, without a doubt, you are it.

Women walk hard.

Walk quick.

No stop.

What do you think we are?

No talk.

Women talk. I punish you.

No. Let us go.

What did you do?

Get up. Can't you see she's fainted?

Women no faint.

Women walk.

Get up.

I was working the factory last week.

Say no more.

Lucky you're only singing tonight and not playing the piano.

Unless you've got blisters on your tonsils, too.

Jeez, Norit.

I wish to conduct an experiment on this patient.

What's that?

Have you observed the so -called porridge we have for breakfast

That runny muck.

The vegetable from which it is made is known as ubi cayu. That is mallet for

wood root.

Wood rot. All right.

Have you noticed what happens when the porridge grows cold?

Yes, it hardens into a kind of gelatin.

Good.

I wish to try some of the porridges for this hunt.

It's time.

We're going to stop the watch.

Oh, my God. Turn the watch on.

Wait.

You come.

Quick.

Line up.

Wait. No talk.

Christina. Madam just told me. But she'll go each day to HQ to work for

Yamauchi. Oh, that's marvelous. And we're told to expect another new

Some refugee, no doubt.

They think they can dump anyone on us.

I'm afraid I'll have to put them both in this room. Oh, that's all right.

Christina belongs here anyway, and the other woman can have Sister Ulrica's old

space. Well, it would have to happen today when I have my hands full with the

recital. My talk with Yamouchi did pay off, then.

Oh, incidentally, ma 'am.

Yes?

Don't ever do that to me again.

I'm not looking forward to this journey each day. If you're going to throw up,

throw up in someone else's direction.

Oh, Rose, you haven't changed.

No, have you?

Haven't I?

What happened when you were taken away?

Pardon the talk about it.

I got a decent frock out of them anyway.

Had to look respectable working for those Jap officials.

You never came across their milkshake?

Not until today.

You've no idea how I felt when he said I'd be coming back to your camp.

I know that Satan's in charge now. But Miss Hatton still runs the

administration, sir.

Think of hoots with Verner.

Anything's better than dragging round with those jacks.

When you were doing the rounds, did you hear anything of the launch and co?

No. But I kept hoping I might. What about the men?

Did you find out anything about them?

Nothing specific.

I must have seen some.

Only from a distance.

What is that?

I'm to wear it when I'm working at headquarters. It says I'm a prisoner.

Just in case you forget.

Tell me about the others.

How is Sally?

Just brought her new internees. Says she was from the old camp.

Ten your feet.

How much? Bleeding longer.

Keep still.

And don't blaspheme.

Otherwise, just minor sores and boils. Nothing serious.

Oh, sorry.

Would you sooner hide a nice little piece of paper?

I'd sooner. You kept quiet.

You may sit up now while I examine your head.

You will have none to pull if this is not attended to.

In Patago?

Oh, everyone's got a touch of the old monkey pox. Not in this camp.

But we will soon deal with it.

That will be all for now.

We will not need to detain her in the hospital. Oh, give her hand. Oh, don't

yet. I can't very well, can I? Not till you give me me clothes back.

Your clothes are going to be fumigated.

You are?

I will bring you something.

No, if it isn't the old beetle bum.

Don't look so pleased to see me.

I heard it was someone from the old camp.

How are you?

I felt a lot better before your junior partner got her mitts on me. What a

little pinch.

Dr. Trier obviously hasn't explained. She's the senior doctor here.

Oh, for you?

Yes. I only work part -time in the hospital.

You play second fiddle to that glass -eyed frog?

Dr. Trier is extremely well qualified.

Stand the crowd.

Naturally, as she was in charge here already. There's nothing natural about

Yes, well, there it is.

Well, how are the others?

Ellie, Sylvia, the rest?

Oh, Sylvia copped it.

First month there, cholera.

Quite a few of them went then.

Jean Balfour, Mrs.

Lang, Mads.

Ellie?

Oh, has she come through?

Yeah, been doing you proud.

Running the sickbay in true Mason style.

Another old friend of ours.

Not Blanche.

Come on.

I'll take you and show you the room.

Hey, what's happened to Beatrice?

How do you mean?

Since when did Big B play number two to someone half her age?

She's sort of shrunk.

In the factory. They told me you were here.

Bad news travels fast.

How do you angle it?

Yeah, come on. Who did you bribe, lad? No one.

Come on. No, no, never.

There I was, standing in the middle of Tenco, minding my own business, and

suddenly I was all out of line.

Well, I thought they found out about the smuggling I'd been doing. The next

thing I knew, I'd been dumped here.

Orders of the new district commander.

Old Yamochi.

They must have a conscience after all. Or a warped sense of humour.

No, you must have.

Christina's here too.

What?

They brought her to the factory. She came with us on the lorry.

Yippee! You stay and look out of the blower.

Hey, Christina!

Hey!

Some old slap on the back, eh?

Yes.

How is everyone?

Where's Debbie?

No, not her.

It's on the journals.

A spider bite.

I'm sorry.

You should have let her be that time, shouldn't you?

She'd have been better off shot quick.

March.

Can't we forget that now?

Forget.

Radcliffe. Monica.

Wondered if you'd come across her. I don't think so.

I was never in any one camp long enough to know people.

You couldn't miss Monica. She'd been running the place.

Leading the Japs a dance too, I wouldn't wonder.

I'm sorry.

What were they up to, these big rigs you were with?

It was to do with security.

Some of the natives have started an underground movement. Have they just?

The Kempeitai were called in and I had to help with the interrogations.

Oh, that can't have been very nice for you.

It wasn't.

Hello, hello, hello, hello!

Come on!

And

if

it isn't the old

Metro Goldwyn. They didn't manage to kill you off then. Laughing, I heard you

was down with Berry Berry.

Thanks to Dr. Trier, I am now recovered.

Two seconds of her and anyone would rise from the dead.

Hey, she's not that bad.

In this camp, you will soon learn to respect your letters. Like hell.

You will find things very different here.

Here we are civilised.

Who are we? Well, perhaps you'd be so civil as to shift your arse along.

You cannot sleep there. That place is taken. We thought you could have Sister

Ulrica's old space.

Here.

Hello there.

Name's Joss.

Holbrook.

are, Christina.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

And you must be on your arrival.

How do you do? My name is Verna, Verna Johnson.

I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you, but I'm afraid I have my hands full with

the recital tonight.

I expect the others have told you about it.

No, no, no, they haven't, actually. No.

Well, I do hope you come along.

It's not compulsory, but we do like a good attendance.

Right. Well, I'll leave the others to put you in the picture. Explain the ways

of the camp.

I'm sure you'll settle in very shortly, as they have.

You will? I'll see you later.

Ah, Dominica, I wonder if you could do my hair before the meeting.

Certainly, Verna, whenever suits you. Here.

Who was that?

Verna is the leader here.

Jeff's choice, not ours.

Woman's a collaborator. How dare you call her that?

It's a fact. to dress it up how you like. Well, now, she is very chummy with

Miss Hassan, admittedly, but... But that has its advantages.

Like what? Oh, she gives us bits of info. Tips us off if there's going to be

search. They would have found my diary if she hadn't warned me. But for Werner,

we would get even less food.

Yeah, that's true enough.

Haven't seen our Miss Hassan yet.

Huh? There's another treat in store for you.

Now, remember, everyone, Please take your food into the courtyard, because we

want to get this room ready for this evening.

Certainly, ma 'am.

How do you do? My name's Daisy Robertson. Oh, it's not all top beer,

beginning to wonder.

No, there's plenty of chance to improve yourself.

You thieving little brat!

I didn't take it. I never.

Miss Lillian again. Don't you like to meet? I didn't. This is more like it.

did it get in your bowl?

Bobby give it me.

Is it true?

Did you give it to her? Yes, Johnny, I did. I'm talking to Bobby.

Did you?

Susie, Gillian, what happened?

Susie, half his egg. Why shouldn't he?

How could you? It's all right, Susie.

How could you? Stop it, Lillian. Stop it, Susie. Do you know how much that egg

cost? Do you? Stop it, Lillian. Don't let her see. I sold my best dress to get

that egg. Ask her. Can we discuss this quietly?

And I didn't sell it so you could give half of it away to someone else.

But she was hungry, too.

I don't care about her.

Leave him alone, you horrible cat. I'll give it to her. Who are you? Would you

keep out of this? Don't you understand?

It's all right. Figure outside, Mary.

For heaven's sake, get her to pull herself together before this evening.

don't worry, Bobby. Mummy will be better in a minute.

I'll look after him.

Come on, Bobby. Your mum's just tired, that's all.

Come on.

Crisis over?

Nerves, I expect.

Poor little chap.

Poor Lillian.

I won't have to give it back.

Will I?

Better?

Yes.

Oh.

I didn't fancy doing those poems on my own tonight.

Go on. say it. It's easy for me to speak.

I just saw red.

You scrimp and slob and sell every damn thing you've got.

Gives it away.

You should be glad. In spite of everything, that child still has it in

generous.

Generosity won't keep him alive.

I don't want to be like this.

It just... I know.

All those years when you and the others were having your babies, I used to

imagine how I'd be as a mother.

Gentle and loving.

You are.

Most of the time. Not anymore.

I know what I've become.

Bad enough not being able to give him food and toys and clothes.

No, I can't even give him myself.

He's still better off than without you.

Is he?

Is he? Do you honestly think your Ben would be better off here than safe at

boarding school in England?

At least you remember him as he was when you last saw him, healthy and happy.

You don't have to watch him grow thinner and weaker every day.

He was crying.

He was trying not to, which made it much worse.

I hated sending him away, and he wasn't happy there. In fact, if the Japs hadn't

invaded Singapore when they did, I was all set to go back to England too.

Without Clifford?

Oh, Clifford didn't seem to need me at the time.

It was only when the invasion started we were suddenly close. It was as if... It

was as if we knew we wouldn't see each other again.

I'm sure he's still alive now.

You don't know what it was like when we left. Now, it must have got worse

afterwards. He would have been the thick of it.

I should try to accept that.

But... Without Ben and Clifford to hang on to, what... What would

be the point of...

Shall crawl into a shade

Where 'er you fall Cool

gales shall

You don't go to concert?

No.

You don't like music?

I don't mind the music.

It's the women I can't stand.

You don't like women?

Not day in, day out.

It's funny.

I used to be lonely, stuck in the house all day when Dennis was at work.

Now I never want to see another woman again.

I think you ought like some women.

Why? It is good you have friends.

You don't? What?

Don't see you hobnobbing with the guards much?

Hobnobbing?

Being friendly with.

You and me, we're both loners.

Thieves I have loved.

White plates and cups, clean gleaming, ringed with blue lines.

And feathery fairy dust.

Wet roofs beneath the lamplight.

The strong crust of friendly bread.

And many tasting food.

Rainbows. And the blue bitter smoke of wood.

And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers.

And flowers themselves that sway through sunny hours.

Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon.

Then the cool kindliness of sheets.

that soon smooth away trouble and the rough male kiss of blankets.

Drainy wood, live hair that is shining and free.

Blue massing clouds, the keen, unpassioned beauty of a great machine.

They do it to keep Hosanna happy. They call us tarts.

It's better when she's in a good mood.

How is trade?

Giving it up?

Now I know I'm dreaming.

Sod off.

Well, at least you still swear.

Not when they're around. It comes too expensive.

How do you get your fags, then?

From Shinya, in exchange for English lessons.

That's one name for it, I suppose.

It's bloody well true.

So what happened then?

I got pregnant.

Jesus.

It's all right.

They got rid of it for me.

But I don't risk it again.

Verna might not be so helpful next time. She did it?

Well, fixed it up.

I bet she did.

Only don't say anything to anyone.

Only a few of them know.

And they let you?

I wanted to get rid of it. Of course you did. Everyone does in the first panic.

Guess I'd have got rid of mine if Erna had been standing there at the ready

a... Oh, yeah, I've been there.

Struggling to make my way with an artiste. Not a being in the world, chat

want to know. So what did you do?

I had it adopted, didn't I?

At least I'd give it a chance.

Oh, yes, that would have been very easy for me to do, wouldn't it? Even if I'd

wanted to.

No, it was best that way.

For everyone.

Tidier.

Holy smoke.

Let me get rid of the slot before it rots on the floor.

Lovely. Such a refreshing change. So civic.

Well done, Beatrice. Thank you.

And you, Marion.

What was that poem again?

The one about the crusty bread and the hot water.

Great Lover by Rupert Brooke.

Never been one for poetry, but that was nice.

Remember that game we used to play at the old camp?

I'd pack my trunk and in it I'd put a toothbrush, jar of honey, lipstick.

Reminded me of that.

I reckon that Rupert Brooke knew how it felt, being without.

He did. He was in the last war.

The volume of his poems reminds me. That's fine if you can take it out.

Raise you two.

Come on.

No, no, too good for me.

Wow, big chicken! It's a table.

Just what we've always needed.

What on earth? When you were entertaining Hassel and her cronies, I

the time to better use.

Going to make some stool snacks.

Come on.

Oh, someone else has come sniffing round.

Just thought it might help to talk.

This is your new role, Chief Busybody.

Is that what you feel? No, Beatrice, I'm sorry.

It's a laugh, isn't it?

She wants the bloody -minded letter. Why should I care about a common little

tart?

How does she understand that I feel betrayed just as she does?

I helped her plan the escape.

I covered up for her. I even gave her Bernard's ring for good luck and then

takes along that child.

I had to report it to Marion, didn't I?

Yes.

I know it's ridiculous.

She's the nearest thing I've ever had.

To a friend.

Well, you can't be friends with a man, not if you're meeting.

I'd always seen other women as competition if I'd seen them at all.

I was never much of a one for friends either.

Not for all reasons.

Didn't have much in common with my sister and her chums.

But then I was a crank.

Career girl. Science at that.

And after... wasn't much time for personal involvement.

But anyway...

Never thought I'd come to miss an old Dutch nun.

You must still miss Nellie, too.

Perhaps she'll turn up at lunch and Christine.

I don't think so.

Blanche said she was alive.

I think that was a kind lie.

Blanche doesn't tell kind lies.

You're like Sam, isn't he? You don't get Mr's typing.

Thank you.

You are happy to be back with your friends?

Oh, yes, thank you.

And your camp, how do you find that?

It's much better equipped than the old one.

It is a good camp.

No problem now, Captain Sato.

I not criticize Miss Hassan. She very efficient. Very good

administrator. Yes.

But she not man.

Like you, Miss Hassan start by work in office.

You continue work hard. Please, Japanese masters.

you also achieve good position.

You will take rest when you return to camp. Give to Miss Hassan.

Yes, Major.

I think this also make women happy.

Some of them.

Excuse me.

How did I get through?

Oh, stop shoving. I'm sorry, but I'm not locked. Excuse me. She might as well

save her energy.

Come on.

Did you bet not to run over it?

Oh, look who they are, seeming.

Repatriated.

Me?

Cross my heart.

The list's just gone up. There aren't very many names on it, but yours is one.

And there were no Brits on it at all.

Not that we really expected it. Who was it then, just Chinks and that? And Dr.

Dre, eh?

Oh, yes, why are they sending her home? Public demand, I shouldn't wonder.

Seems she was from the Vichy area.

Ooh, the collaborators. Might be that, is it me? She's a jolly good doctor.

I'm going to miss her.

No, I'm not.

Might get a work treat out of Beatrice.

Yeah, you'll be in charge now, won't you?

No, sorry.

I say you'll be number one. Now old Frog Eyes is going.

Yes, that's right.

One of our lot with a bit of muscle.

Perhaps we can start changing things.

Frankly, I'm more concerned with keeping things as they are.

What the hell's got into them all?

Oh, something a nip's put in the rice. Big B used to be a right old batlax. You

look at her now.

She's no chicken. You're no flaming chicken.

But at least you've got some spunk.

Some call it spunk, others bloody -mindedness.

Flaming hell, we're supposed to be at war with the bloody nips.

Have you seen Rose?

She just went out.

Strikes me, we're two of a kind.

Why don't we join forces?

Or give the Nips a run around.

Damn it, if the natives can put up some resistance, so can we.

Rose can have a word with you.

When did you need permission?

Privately.

I've been trying to get you alone since we came back from work. I've got

something to tell you.

Oh, I couldn't say anything before. I didn't want to raise your hopes.

When I was at HQ yesterday, before they took me to the factory, one of the

natives approached me. Oh, he knew I was an internee because of the armband, and

he said he... Go on.

He said he was part of their underground and that he's in contact with some

prisoners at the men's camp.

Oh, I asked him to find out about Bernard.

Kate's Tom as well.

I saw him again today.

Oh, it's all right. They're alive.

And they're both there.