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San, loco, cue.

San, loco, cue.

San, loco, cue.

San, loco, cue.

San, loco, cue. San, loco, cue.

San, loco, cue. They must have got away.

Why aren't the guards back?

They'll be free.

Just one of us. Watch out.

Don't speak! Don't speak!

Don't cry.

I think we'll be allowed to go.

Captain Sato is very angry.

I am very angry.

For breaking the rules of the Imperial Japanese Command, all prisoners' rations

will be cut until we are informed who assisted criminal Miller to escape and

contact a male prisoner.

Is that clear?

Prisoners, bow!

Prisoners, up!

Go quick or punish!

Go hotel.

Where is she? Where the hell is she?

No, no.

I must see her. I must.

No, get back. She's dead. Please, I beg you.

She needs help.

Oh.

Water.

Dressings. Scissors. And where's Tria, the doctor?

What's he say?

Must have the doctor.

What?

Rose?

Rose? Is she alive?

Just about.

We're going to need every dressing we've got. And bloody quick. And bring a

basin.

Right. Gently.

Smoothly.

No.

Dear God.

Bullet.

No one's come up? No.

Two hours.

It must be a very bad injury for them to be in there so long.

When I arrived, she ran towards me, smiling.

But me?

All I could think of was memories.

Memories come between us all.

Too many.

And now too late.

We have all felt that at some time in our lives.

Why didn't I stay on lookout?

I could have warned them, given them some sort of chance.

For him to burn that biscuit?

To hell with him.

But Rose, if you die... Take off!

Out! Take off!

Quick!

Right!

At least she can't feel anything.

We don't need concussion as well.

At least she's not lost that much blood. Will you stop saying at least?

Cover that.

Captain Sato, tell him I must have Dr.

Trier. Tell him it's a matter of life and death.

Captain Sato, order, no.

Is that a fact?

San, Fluffy, Q.

San, Fluffy, Q.

San, Fluffy, Q. Yosh!

Christmas!

Speak.

I must operate.

If I don't remove the bullet, prisoner Miller will die.

In which case, I shall need Dr. Trier.

No, Dr. Trier. No, Dr. Trier.

Dr.

Trier has left for her repatriation. She can't leave now. Do not contradict me.

The orders of the Japanese command are final. I need her.

What you need is of no importance.

However, despite criminal Miller's disobedience, Captain Sato, who is a man

great feeling, has offered all help within the camp.

So be grateful.

It also appears from lacerations and embedded matter that my patient was

by her feet for some distance, which compounded the injury.

Bastards.

Whoever did this?

Is she in terrible pain?

Oh, I fail to mention that, apart from the bullet, a blow to the cranium has

rendered her unconscious. Now, what I require, and quickly, are these.

Tweezers, sarky, white or unbleached cloth, fine undyed thread, knives,

-bladed sharp, and needles.

I could clean and sharpen them on my stone. Thank you. Diana's got some sort

sugar tongs.

Would they be of any use?

Anything could be of any use.

Would this help? Oh, I expect so.

Well, that'll be useful.

Oh, I'll take them.

Everything helps.

I'm going for a wash. All right.

Everything's been scrubbed down in there, including the furniture and the

Do you understand?

Yes, you told me. But I'm telling you again.

I bought you this. I thought it might be useful.

Compliments of this person.

Hell, didn't I get it before?

Norris!

Nice one.

Christ!

As quick as you can, and get them to soak the netting.

Daddy! Back into bed.

You get that guard out of there before he spreads any more germs.

I'll do my best.

I insist, if only for the operation.

Ready?

Just about.

Let's get started, then.

Light.

You can almost feel the camp holding its breath.

After the trouble she has caused me, I hope she dies.

Nice and slow.

I dislike death.

No, it frightens you.

It always has.

No more than anyone else.

Liar.

But then you do not have the advantage of our teaching.

To return to this earth again and again.

Ever higher towards perfection.

The guards helping us ever upwards.

I do not enjoy your tone.

If prisoner Miller ever becomes conscious, Captain Sato wishes to be

immediately.

It's no good. I can't even focus.

Last war, years I waited, just like now.

Waited and waited.

For what?

To lose my brothers.

You tell them.

It's over.

We removed a bullet.

She's still unconscious.

Is she going to be all right?

Dr. Mason?

It's too early to tell.

Sorry. Oh, dear God, thank you.

Oh, thank you.

That's right. Caught the little beggar there in square.

How could you?

Simple. Holbrook patent crap was practiced in my misspent youth. Where is

now? Trust to the gills and ready for the off.

Bum, hell!

Watch it!

What is this? I have only one beat.

I'm sorry, that's what everyone is getting.

It's punishment rations.

So what about that?

To the hospital.

One eighth of an egg per patient.

Whereas we are only the walking wounded.

Look at her.

Must I?

Not that mare, the chilly cracker.

Fresh as a bloody dawn daisy meant for me to puke. Well, do you wonder nice and

cosy in a knot?

And for a face.

What about a face?

It's a face, that's what.

No bunged -up eyes, hardly a sore inside.

Sweet little Christina Bell of HQ.

It is to curled skin. So much less sensitive than a fair complexion.

She's getting extra rations from somewhere. I'd stake my life on it.

What with... May I?

St. Beatrice's notice.

Rose.

She's almost one of God's, isn't she?

You pray for her every night.

Mommy's special. Bobby, eat up.

What's all this about you missing school?

Three days running.

I've taken him away.

What? He's not learning anything.

But he enjoyed it.

You were saying only last week how much you loved it. If you'll excuse us.

There's nothing in here.

Of course.

Come on.

Look, this thing.

I can't bear it.

Makes my mum look like Mary Pickford.

Because she worries.

Of course she's married.

You do know she won't even let him talk to the other kids, let alone play with

them. Who won't? Brilliant.

Oh, lunatic woman.

See?

I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but what wouldn't I give for a

Oh, you and me both.

Now she's better. When can we visit, Rose? When I say. And I want you in

before that turns septic.

Tis already.

We'll have none of that three -a -half -hour visiting, Ruffy. We'll see.

I don't cope as it is.

You'll manage.

Stuffing into the perfect trio shoes.

You're smiling.

It's either that or weep.

Fast, Marion.

Never. Not you. Why not? I'm getting old.

Singaporeans are nearly young.

Well, we all.

I sometimes think if Clifford saw me now, would he... At least I'm on my

unlike poor Rose.

Any way of knowing how she is? Read the bulletin? No, I mean in herself.

How's she feeling?

Get some water.

Peg.

It's the runs again. Find something awful I can hardly bear it. In which

we'd better admit you.

Bed over there.

Hospital latrine.

It's the third time in as many months. Look at me.

Oh, Lillian.

And there's our Bobby today.

Let's have a look at you.

Very good. Let's have a look at your neck.

Aside from the tide mark, that's improving splendidly. Better than even I

hope. It's worse!

Not worse.

How can you know when you can't even see? Well enough.

Next patient.

I haven't finished.

If you don't believe me.

Look, he's even got sores all over his bottom. What can you expect when he's

forced to sit next to you for hours on end?

He only needs some exercise instead of being dived to your aches. You don't

understand!

Dr Mason!

Rose has just woken and she's absolutely clear -headed.

You sure?

Come and see for yourself.

What about Bobby?

She's paralysed from the sight of the injury down.

That is to say, from the waist.

Well, could she not improve?

Physically, yes.

Unless there are complications, of which there can be many.

Otherwise, I think we'd like you to spill it out.

She won't walk again, ever. Oh, smoke.

What can we do?

Nothing. Just visit her when she's well enough.

Try to cheer her up, if that's possible.

Hey, Daddy, been here?

She's with Verna.

As we say in England... A welcome cuppa.

Very good.

Shinya, top of the class.

Shinya, also top of the class for snakes and ladders.

Shame on you, Shinya.

Teaching your friends an enemy game.

Enemy, men you against. That is enemy.

Things you do, only game.

Making war a game, eh?

Just a great big game.

Even here.

Your friend, Rose, is he good?

Not too good, no.

War make people do not too good things.

Not all people?

All people. All.

Prisoners don't get the chance. Worst luck?

All bad.

All. Or why did prisoner tell of secret meeting?

Prisoner told about Rosenberg?

I don't believe it.

An informer?

Senior, go work.

No, please. Who told?

Who? Senior, not know.

But you said. No. Guard at headquarters said. But no name.

This is not good work.

Headquarters?

Lawrence, hold on.

So are we.

And don't forget, just before them guards left, the telephone rang. And who

that who called them?

Christina.

Why is she so unethical in meeting?

Only to suck up to Rose.

Oh, the more reason not to shop her. Ah, but say she was made to tell and then

got scared. Remember at the end how she begged Rose to clean it up?

Anyway, what do we know about her?

Nothing. She never argues.

She never says a bloody thing, not even about the time when she was with the

secret police.

And she speaks their lingo. It's half one of them come to that. You know what

they say about you, Sally? Oh, OK. They all say I'm neither fish nor fowl, be

honest. And who does she spend most time with? That ain't she, a bloody nit.

She's got it made.

What about a new frock? She never has any sword.

Right, that can only mean one thing, experts. And what she's got there's

nothing.

Another tento. You don't change the subject.

Oh, come along, Daisy. You're worse than the children.

Daisy, please. I've got other patients for a tento.

Daisy!

Do not!

So!

Prisoner Miller!

Who helped you in the meeting of the male prisoner?

I repeat!

What's happening?

We're just talking, that's all.

I know Major Yamaguchi is Japanese, but he's not a cruel man.

Oh, no.

Who helped you contact the male prisoner? Nobody.

You must speak.

Please.

Tony!

Tony!

Tony!

Don't try and move.

I fixed it.

Nobody else. I got a message to him to the men's bog.

I played pain, he believed me.

So, there's some bonus in not failing.

I feel sick.

I think we don't. There's nothing concrete. Till we confront her with it.

thing. Only circumstances. Absolutely. I thought you were on our side. There are

no sides.

I see.

So what are you going to do? Do? You heard.

Not that I think there's a case, but we'd have to consult the discipline

committee, I suppose.

That cozy middle -class tea party, are you mad?

Look, it's not just a bit of making, you know.

Attempted murder, that's what Christine is responsible for. We don't know that.

What else would you suggest?

An eye for an eye, that's what.

I tell you, if I had my way, I would hang the little half -caste Judas.

He'll do no such thing. Give me one good reason.

Once. In London, before the war, I witnessed a lynching.

No real evidence, just impotent fury.

Only they chose, not a half -caste, but a Jew.

I mean, I said a color because that's just power. Well, she is. That's all.

You use color as a term of abuse. Half -caste Judas, that's what you called

Well, if color pushed her into it, who's guilty then?

Oh, don't you care? Don't you patronize me.

Besides, we are talking about now and how I feel now. Listen, what I feel is

that Christina is a namby -pamby, and I've never trusted that.

Dorothy feels it's suspicious, her being in such a cushy job, but all this adds

up to nothing more than feelings.

Still, the evidence... Circumstantial, which none of us is fit to judge.

So, not one of us will go anywhere near her, nor indeed say a word.

Is that clear?

That'll make you happy.

Give you two days.

No more.

So what are you going to do?

The committee.

There's nothing else.

So that's the evidence.

Any questions?

In that case, we'll see you at the discipline committee after work.

Christina, please remember that as chairman, I can make no comment.

However, I felt it only fair to let you know immediately, knowing how quickly

word gets around.

Well, if there's nothing else, I'm sure you have things to do before you go to

work.

Lillian, if you're taking over from Daisy, shouldn't you busy yourself, if

to keep you from brooding?

I might as well talk to myself.

Obviously, he's fair enough, but I heard that Daisy was not well again, so I was

wondering... Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry, but I'm afraid I've already offered the

job to him again.

I'll get there, you know. I still can't believe it.

What sweetness and light, Christina.

Nor I, which is why I need you on that committee.

But will they vote me on? There's no one else.

Oh, thanks a bundle.

No, no, come on. Who's responsible?

Oh, don't give me that. The only reason they'll vote me on is because it pays to

keep him with the doctor.

Well, if that's how you see it.

You say Verna says she's sure she's guilty.

Oh, fair left of the so -called evidence. It was obscene. I'm sure it

God, I loathe that woman.

You never say.

You're a slight too much like my father, is that, madam?

God -given right of being sure one's right.

There's lots I've never said. You will.

You are a rum mixture.

Not a very happy one, either.

Bossy one minute, dithering the next. I think I don't know.

At least you're never boring.

I made that one.

I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said.

For that, I'll do it.

That, and fixing Mrs. Reed -Johnson.

So I need you better.

Only to get Lillian out of my hair. She can't even wash a cup.

You're too soft -hearted. That's your trouble.

Not everyone thinks so. Still, we all have our crosses.

But by the way, I have a little piece of gossip.

What?

Well, it's very hush -hush. So not a word to the living soul.

So far, Lord.

Now, then.

Yes.

Rose was betrayed.

And guess who by?

cry for a prisoner, Mira?

No. Yes. And also, we were friends.

Ah, friends.

And how much friends were you in the British world or Singapore?

It's my world, too. I'm British.

Why else am I a prisoner?

Because of a passport.

A matter of five.

But for war only.

Even perhaps for British.

What would I know?

I don't know anything anymore.

It is not important for women to know. It is only important to respect

and obey.

As prisoners obey Captain Sato.

Was it your orders that he tortured Rose in the hospital?

For Japanese soldier, better to be dead than prisoner.

So, much dishonor to God to command prisoners.

And Captain Sato, most fine officer, who wish honor of fighting for emperor.

You understand honor, perhaps?

The highest, most beautiful gift.

Even, perhaps, for a woman.

Yes, that at least I understand.

Now, before we discuss Christina's case, I think I should welcome Dr. Mason,

who, in spite of her many duties, has found time to join us on the committee.

You're too kind. Not at all. I'm out of business.

First of all, I think I should refresh you on the facts.

Suppositions. Well, suppositions, if you wish to split hairs. That's what we're

here for.

As you wish.

Number one, she works at the headquarters, from which it appears the

alerted. Two, going by her lack of soul... She seems to have access to

rations and therefore must have something to sell.

Three, she was not kept in camp as a punishment.

And four, it is just possible that when she worked for the secret police, she

was got at by them.

The very thought of them makes me shiver.

That, of course, would only be pertinent when we come to discuss her punishment.

Dominica, would you ask her in, please?

Now I am good only for fetching.

Before Christina comes in, I think I should say how shocked I am at this

Rose business.

Her lack of thought for others. She could have put the whole camp in

Whereas now it's only Rose in jeopardy.

Well, it was very brave of her to protect us under torture, don't you

Ah, Christina.

Please sit down.

There's no need to be afraid.

I'm not afraid.

Good.

Right. Well, you've read the evidence.

Now, we feel that before we discuss your case, it's only fair that we should

hear your side of the story.

And please, do take all the time you want.

There's no need.

I only wish to make a short statement.

I've always been proud to be British.

What is it they say?

The honor of an Englishman?

Or woman?

So, if you consider me British, you'll know I would

never, ever have betrayed a friend.

It will be cold.

Again.

Three.

Well, if that's the feeling of the slight majority, so be it.

Not prove through lack of evidence.

Would you like to tell her?

Give me the greatest pleasure. But before I do, as one is innocent until

otherwise, I think we should agree that none of us will breathe a word of this

whole sorry business.

As you wish.

Thanks to you, they're allowed out now and back to the factory.

And a mite more rations.

There we go.

It's ship shape.

Don't worry, I'll just do the bits that show. I'm like a child.

Stop jigging about. That's what my nanny used to say. Oh, the fat chance of

jigging now.

Don't. Look, I will say what I want to say.

Of course.

Sorry. And stop being so patient with me.

Did you ask about Tom?

Oh, well, very patient you've been.

Where's he all these days?

I don't want to know.

He's with them.

What exactly did Bernard say?

Say?

Sorry, he said that...

He was alive and kicking.

Why does movement have to come into every bloody thing?

Any comfort?

I noticed at the beginning.

At the beginning?

Get out.

Get out!

Quick! I'm panicking!

Why do you bother?

Because.

Kindly stop those remarks here and now. I've got quite enough to contend with

without that.

At least you didn't try. Kate says one more... Who cares?

As do we all.

Incidentally, you may now receive visitors.

I don't want any visitors.

You think I'm going to be accused of doing a triet? You've got another thing

coming.

You can be very transparent.

So, I suggest that having got you Trier's treasure, despite strong

some quarters, which shall be nameless, that you make the most of it and tart

yourself up.

Doctor's orders.

That one of his houses has been bitten half the day.

Oh, not now, Lillian.

It's time for surgery. I will open the doors as per usual. Please.

Come on, Mummy.

Only you have half.

Just a little, then.

All right.

Just a little.

And he gave it to me, with all the work I'd done.

At Easter time, we used to color our eggs.

We dipped them in cochineal, and blue bag, and onion water.

And then when they were quite dry,

Granny would tie a silver ribbon around each one of them.

Can't imagine how pretty they were before the war.

I don't want to hear any more about before the war.

I don't want to hear.

I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear.

I don't want to hear. There was something one could do about Lillian.

Don't kid yourself.

Sort of a bloody miracle.

Sort of prizing him from her.

So, as I was saying, I suggest you visit Rose after work. That way she won't be

too tired.

You might show a little enthusiasm.

Reluctant to see her, are we? Of course not.

But what better say?

Short of everything.

Let's take flowers and just chat.

Chat?

The minute I walk in, all I'll think of is betrayal.

Who are you?

Then bring me water.

Now we must work, for there is still much to do serving the Emperor to

the East.

The white oppressors.

It would be well to remember, prisoner Campbell, that you and your ancestors

have also been liberated from the dishonor of defeat.

So, be happy. You are now revenged.

What shall I say?

You'll save her embarrassment, that's what.

You know what I mean. Just about.

Look on it as a trial run in considering others for a change.

What's that?

Nothing.

There you go.

You don't stay too long.

Hello, hello, hello.

Hello.

Watch if you fly.

A bit droopy.

Still not much else, eh?

They're very nice.

Very, very pretty.

How are you?

Could be worse.

That's a spirit.

Would you like me to do anything?

I'll plump your pillows, that kind of thing.

Thanks, I don't have any.

Oh, of course. You're silly of me not to notice.

It's already off to you. I know. It's just that is there anything you'd like?

Light?

No, I don't think so.

Unless it's there that burns, OK?

Oh, surely.

Well, I mean, them guards, there's no marks.

It was just a sheer bit of luck that you... I mean... What

I'm trying to say... What? What are you trying to say?

Oh, God.

You don't have to, you know.

To be so... Stupid. Be so careful.

At no moment, really, that everyone says that kind of thing at the beginning.

Even me.

Do you have to be so bloody kind?

But of course that happens to all of you.

No go.

Though one of the few pleasures left is hurting.

What do you think?

Nothing wrong with hurting.

If it gets your blood up. Then for what?

Punch that bit of me.

Found out.

Gave and received pleasure.

Not anymore.

Guess what?

Just figured out a humdinger bit of undermining.

The guard's hut.

If you want a faithful lookout, I can slip in and nick the duty roster.

That should put their knickers in a twist.

What's the point?

Point? Points.

Why don't you start?

For one short moment, when I thought Rosa got away, there was hope for us

But now... Oh, bad.

Fourteen months, one week and three days, and where has hope got us, hmm?

Myrtle.

Gangrene. Mrs. Chang.

Septic. Something gone wrong.

And her.

And her. And her. And Debbie. And our Fallon. You were good out when she saw

Don't you... Don't you... Don't me!

Not when Roach's lies are helpless, a living symbol of the bloody lot of us.

Where there's life... Life!

When each time they die, so do bits of us, the dead burying the living.

Let me tell you something.

Out there somewhere.

Inside what's left of Sylvia's brain are things I felt only she understood, Cal,

that she was.

And I can't even remember what they were.

What's so special about you? All of us.

Even me.

What the hell does it matter what we've lost?

As long as it's not our anger.

Anger?

I can't even feel that, not any longer.

Even for Christmas Eve now.

There you are, pudding.

Ooh, you are hungry, aren't you there, my brave little hunter?

Take it.

Thank you, Major Amuchi.

When I left for war, my wife, she said to me, it was last words she

spoke, perfect life is life of balance.

Yet I have food and may not eat.

You have little and are hungry.

It's very kind of you to give me so much of your food. So, eat.

But forgive me, Major.

Today I am not hungry.

All prisoners hungry.

All the time.

Nicky.

Oh, dear.

Less food for the rest.

It was Bernard.

Was it not?

Bit of a risk, wouldn't you say?

Only the cactus.

Bernard's in my hosanna. And guess what? She's griffy again.

Is she, for Jove?

That shows she's getting unnerved, me lovely.

What did the cactus yield up?

Here's that, for heaven's sake.

Don't mind, do you?

Oh, a scented aunt.

What is it?

Fish.

Well, well, Susie.

Don't do it again. At least not yet a while.

Why not?

I'm planning a bit of a wheeze and I don't want anyone alerted, if you

understand me.

Okey -doke. What, guides on her?

Double over.

Marion, can you spare a second?

Yes, what is it?

I think we'd better go outside.

It might be a passing interest.

Guess what fern is feeding to that cat?

What? Fish.

To that animal.

You heard me.

Fish? That's what I said.

We'll see about that.

Oh, don't be a fool, sick woman.

What will you achieve except more cuts? Use your noodle.

I can't let her get away with that. I just can't.

Not when those children cry themselves to sleep with hunger.

Have you heard them?

Oh, as for what she's done to Christina.

What about Christina? The so -called evidence. It's all over the camp, every

nook and cranny. Everyone's been told.

Why, Miss Perfect. Oh, no, no, for the dirty wet. She uses Daisy.

Was there any confidence for a man to whisper it to someone else? So on and so

on. For what purpose? How should I know? Bitch that she is. I could kill her. I

really could.

Crikey. First Blanche after blood, now you. I don't care except that suddenly

I've got to do something.

Right then.

Blanche has gone wandering off into the wild blue yonder.

What about you joining forces with me against the real enemy?

Give them a run for their money instead of some dreadful little woman in trade.

Just you're on.

You are on.

Nicked it from the paces, did you, you little sod? You don't remember me now.

It's mine.

I earned it. A likely tale.

What's it done?

Look. Have a gander at that.

Yeast. In the hospital.

It's not.

I swear it's Marion on Bobby's life.

Take Bobby away, would you?

Now, Joss.

Come on, Joss.

Marion's mother's friend, you know that.

Where did you get it? I told you.

Working for Vianna. I'm not a fool.

Oh, please, Lillian.

Just tell me the truth.

Rose wants to talk to you.

What? Rose wants to talk to you. No!

I

didn't

mean that.

You sell it, Rose, for food.

Let me go! Let me go!

It's all right, Bobby.

It's all right, darling. It's just something between Mummy and Mary.

My friend.

My... My dearest friend.

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