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Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Hello, Bobby.

Won't they let you join in?

No.

I'm in Coventry.

How about you and I having a game of drums?

We could read some more of David Copperfield.

No, thank you.

Where's Mummy?

Doing some washing.

Auntie Marion?

Yes, Bobby?

Do you hate her?

No, of course not.

Even though she told on Rose?

I could never hate your mother.

Everyone else does.

Will Rose die?

No, Bobby.

Jesus says she'll never get better.

She won't.

Not completely.

But she isn't going to die.

And again.

Good, good.

I don't know why you say good when I'm not doing anything.

Now for the other one.

Enjoying it, are you?

Sorry, I didn't mean nothing.

No, no, watch do. I'm thinking of charging. Roll up for the freak show.

heard of the bearded lady and the elephant man. Well, now for the living

Let's have none of that talk. Let's have none of that talk or Nanny will put you

in the corner.

She would if you could stand.

No, I want this bed.

Turn round the other way.

Please.

I just wish I knew the point of all this.

How many more times?

To stop you from stiffening up.

What makes you think I wouldn't rather be stiff?

Stiff as a corpse.

Aren't you going to tell me that everyone feels this way at the beginning

I'll soon snap out of it?

I thought I'd saved my breath.

The phone has been put through all this.

Many luck is out of it.

You know you don't mean that. Don't start telling me what I mean. I have

got a mind.

They say she's a traitor.

And that she's on the jack side.

But she isn't. I know she isn't.

She hates them too.

Yes, I'm sure she does.

But she only did it for me.

I know.

I wish she hadn't.

I wasn't that hungry.

Enjoy yourself.

Not likely. Give me those scissors. No!

I'm what she's done to our Rose.

God, you make me think you hypocritical men of God. What?

It was me who found out about Lily and I could have covered up for if I'd

wanted.

sessions this evening.

Anywhere at 8 o 'clock.

And bring a partner.

Anyone fancy?

Kicking a leg?

We ought to go along. There might be a bit of a laugh.

Certainly do with one. Well, if you and me be partners then, Doddy. Now, can I

resist? What about you, Blanche?

Yeah, go on. Anything's better than sitting in that bloody room.

Well, I think it's time we try to, well, you know, pitch things up a bit. Oh,

you mean two skips round the maypole, she forgets we called her traitor?

Well, you can ask.

Save your breath, Blanche, you won't want to know.

How do you know?

Well, would you if you were her?

Well, we're not her, are we? She's got a much nicer nature.

All right, all right, let's see.

Christina, how's about partnering me at this company dancing last night?

No, thank you, I shan't be going.

There are some things you just can't undo.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Her, Christina, should blame not her.

Like her hair, do you, Kate?

You wait till we...

They tried to shave her head this afternoon, Blanche and Dorothy.

Mrs Van Mee and Empress, this is for the job.

At least they got the right one this time.

Why not rub our face in it? No!

Can't be much fun for you, Lillian being your friend.

That's not Lillian.

And I think of poor Rose, that beautiful girl.

Oh, I tell you. This business has put years on me.

And you.

You must hate me more than most of us.

How could you stand by and let them accuse you?

Perhaps I should thank her.

Thank her?

To show me who my friends are.

Of course, I knew it wasn't you. I told the committee so.

But then I'm a good judge of character.

Time for your supper.

It's almost time for something, isn't it?

Time to be tanned.

Time to be washed.

Time for a napkin change.

Come on.

Drink it up. What is it?

Soup made from vegetable water. Why, I ask?

There's an extra spinach leaf in there, too. Finish it up. You need all the

vitamins you can get.

Get me a jar of yeast extract.

What?

I think of all the presents that I've had in my time.

Come on, finish it up.

This is revolting!

I did know.

Only Shinya shot her in the arm or leg instead of this.

Oh, Enid, you're spare, aren't you? Now, partner, would you like to come over

here and partner, pal? That's it. Shinya wasn't the one who did it. Yes, he was.

No, cross me off.

How would you know?

Rose told me.

or I'd get in trouble.

This won't take long.

Is it true that you shot Rose?

Well, you might have done it properly!

Who is it? Marion Jefferson.

May I come in?

Oh. I didn't realise you were in bed.

Well, I thought I'd turn in early. I was feeling a bit peaky. It's wretched

humidity.

I need to talk to you.

Oh, I'm sure it wasn't as hot as this last May. Perhaps we had more stamina

then. Well, I know I've aged ten years since then.

What was it you wanted? It's about Lillian and Bobby.

You must know what they've been going through.

Oh, human nature for you.

Oh, I can understand them wanting to take it out on Lillian.

Oh, God, no, she's scarcely responsible for her actions, but it does seem wrong

that Bobby should have to suffer.

I hate to think what it's doing to him.

It occurred to me that if I could explain the situation to Yamouchi, under

circumstances, he might consider moving... Moving them to another camp?

Yes.

After all, from the Jap's point of view, Lillian has done something... Sorry?

Well, the thought had occurred to me. I've already mentioned it to Miss

Oh.

What did she say?

Well, she wouldn't commit herself, you know what she's like.

Still, I'll keep working on her.

And what diversion have they laid on for tonight?

Joy's giving them a folk dancing class.

Sir Roger de Covelly and all that?

I suppose so. Well, how they can do it in this heat.

Well, Sir Roger.

It was the first dance I ever did with a man.

You could call him a man.

Some apologetic youth with sweaty hands treated him like dirt.

All the time casting around for better fish.

Right, better get rid of this lock.

I'll come over all funny.

You're asking for it, aren't you, first night out of hospital?

I don't know if she can.

What? Carry on like that, with Rose the way she is.

You think Blanche should pack it in too, do you? No, but she was her friend.

Not too much of a wad. She never goes to see her, not like the rest of them.

And you think that means she doesn't care? That's the reason.

Use your noodle, girl.

Because she does.

Yeah, Moochie's coming today.

She told us that Tenko and everyone's slaving their guts out cleaning the

One thing for certain, they won't be visiting me.

They're keeping us that I'm firmly in the other direction.

Should have been called Yammer Ostrich.

I wonder if he'll bring Bernard to things.

Well, that's what they're supposed to do, isn't it, if someone's husband dies?

Except Bernard didn't have any possessions.

He wasn't my husband.

Miss Hassan told me she is your friend, this prisoner Cotland.

Yes, we were at school together.

But it's her little boy I'm so worried about.

And knowing how much you love children... All Japanese love children.

Yes, of course.

That's why I thought you might want to take some action.

You want I punish all prisoners who bad -treat mother and boy?

Oh, no, no.

That would make them even less popular.

No, what they need is a fresh start.

To be somewhere else where they are not known.

You think I should send them to other camp?

I had thought that in your wisdom you might decide that was the best solution.

You are right.

Such is my decision.

Oh, thank you, Major.

Captain Sato and Miss Hassan favor such action, too.

Guys, something else, Mrs. Jefferson?

Just one thing.

Bernard Webster.

The male prisoner who was found with Rose Miller.

Is he still alive?

No, he is dead as he deserved.

He was a very foolish man.

Tell prisoner Rosemilla she is fortunate not to be dead also.

It is only by mercy of Japanese conquerors that she is not.

On his own, is he?

Yes, yes, it will. Good.

I'll call him.

Want to ask about Monica.

Stop!

What do you do?

I wish to speak to the Major. No, you not. I no give permission.

I only want to make inquiries about a friend.

You give name Miss Hassan.

She inquiry.

I have several times. No avail.

No good.

I wish to speak to the Major personally.

No, you go.

Go, I punish.

Oh, Mario.

Did you see him?

Yes, he's going to arrange for them to be transferred in.

That'll be better. We're all concerned.

Apparently, Miss Hassan was in favour.

Yes, I'm sure she was.

The atmosphere's been hardly harmonious.

How's that Bernard Webster, too?

There, Desmond.

Poor Rose.

Surely she must know.

One thing knowing, another accepting.

Does she need to be told?

Of course she does.

I'll break it to her later.

No, Beatrice, no. You do all the dirty work. It's the least I can do as leader.

Oh.

It's coming from young Ruchi's office, I suppose, and you being in charge here.

For a moment, I... Oh, stupid.

Miss being leader, don't you?

Yes.

I did to begin with.

First, it was such a relief just to sink back.

But lately, it... May think what a bit of anger will do.

Yes.

I should have gone. You were still our leader.

So many questions that need answering.

For instance, how did Miss Husson... How was she able to provide that bottle of

Lysol for Rose's operation?

And there have been no medical supplies in this camp since we arrived.

Well, Farmer Johnson's not going to give us the answers, is she?

I don't know what to say. Take a breath.

He's better off dead.

I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

All the same.

I know how you must feel.

I feel nothing.

It's not exactly a surprise.

Even a half -baked jack wouldn't bugger it up quite.

Well... I expect you'd rather be left on your own.

That'll be the day.

I'll look in tomorrow.

All right.

You know

about Rosa's chap?

Yes. Poor devil.

Last time you and I were out here was the night they were caught.

They blame Lillian, but...

It was my fault, too.

It was me she overheard. I just want to say it was my fault for letting the cat

out of the bag.

Blanche's for not staying on the lookout.

Ignore wallowing guilt if you want to.

What good does that do anyone?

Least of all Rose.

You save your energies for looking after her.

John, we turned you again, right?

See you to Mrs. Pierce, will you?

Anything else I can do for you?

You best finish me off.

What?

What is this?

Thank you for coming.

Will you keep Katie, Bobby?

I couldn't leave without... I'm glad you stayed for me.

Oh, Marion, I'm so sorry.

If it had been just me... Bobby's so hungry.

If they'd had children here, they'd understand.

I had no choice.

No.

Perhaps... Perhaps when all this is over...

We'll meet each other again and it'll be like it was before. We'll have

forgotten all this.

Perhaps.

You don't believe that, do you?

Neither do I.

We'll never forget.

Any of us.

Verna's coming.

Mariam, Mariam, there's something I must tell you. That extra food they gave me,

I think it came from... Oh, there you are, Lillian.

Marion? I'm just saying goodbye.

Yes, well, for heaven's sake, don't let Miss Hatton see you. She's in a filthy

mood. Hangover, no doubt.

Come along, Lillian. They're waiting for you.

Goodbye, then.

Goodbye, Lillian.

Goodbye, Bobby.

God bless you.

Goodbye, Auntie Marion.

Lillian, come along.

Perhaps now things will settle down again.

We'll all toe the line like good little girls.

What's best?

You've seen what happens when we don't.

There's a willy, there's a slant of brook that shows its hall leaves in the

glassy stream. There were fantastic gardens as she'd come across last metal

stages and... Rose?

Got a visitor for you.

Yes, well, I'll leave you to it.

Hello, my dear. How are you?

The mayor doesn't get her blood up. Nothing will.

I have brought you a present.

I made it from part of my nightdress.

I thought it would be soft for your back.

Thank you.

Some of the women thought I was mad to cut it up.

But I said to them, what is so small a sacrifice for...

poor Rose.

I wish there was something else I could do for you.

Yes.

I need a hairdresser.

You would like me to give you a nice little thing.

I was thinking of something rather more than that.

Typical, isn't it?

Sneaking her out like that.

Wish I'd been here. I'd have given her a send -off, all right. I can imagine.

I hope the next camp is ten times worse than this one and the commandant makes

Sato look like Baden Powell.

Oh, come on, Blanche. It's done now.

Blanche, you've got your spirit back, but travel it into some positive

opposition. Meeting your anti -nip campaign.

As soon as things calm down, we must try to make contact with the native

resistance. Oh, no. But Marion's for it. It's our best chance. Look, I've

already told you I've had all that. I am not taking any more chances. I don't

want to end up like Rose.

souvenir. About time you went to see her, isn't it?

What's it got to do with you?

Nothing. Exactly.

I mean, I looked in on her yesterday and she badly needs bucking up. Oh, I'm

just the person for that.

Well, you couldn't make a worse job than I did. What do you suggest? I'll tell

her funny stories?

Might be able to talk to you.

Like the last time, you mean?

Well, it wouldn't hurt to have a go.

Look. I hate illness. I always have. Every time I work in there, I want to

Rose knows that.

All the more reason to make the effort.

Shall I care?

Will you get off my back?

I remember I was in isolation once with garlic fever and Monica... And I don't

want a belly full of Monica bloody Radcliffe!

So then she asked me would I cut her hair.

Well, naturally, I thought she meant a nice chin such as you or I have.

Yes, I have.

But no, she wanted me to cut it with him and each of her head.

She never.

As short as they would have cut a traitor Lillian's hair.

Crumbs. Well, actually, I refused.

Poor girl, her hair is the only thing she has left.

There should the fool like Harry, like himself, assume the fault of Mars now.

You know what they say about talking to you, Phil.

I've seen the last one.

I read you needed a haircut.

That's nothing.

If you like.

Oh, I'm so sick of having it washed and combed and de -loused. It's supposed to

boost my morale.

There's more like it.

I cut it myself.

No, no, no.

A pair of scissors near me there.

I'm afraid I don't have them.

Best chopped off in the seat.

Well, as much as if there's any reason for keeping it longer.

You heard about Bernard?

Yes.

It's pretty, isn't it?

I'm no beauty queen myself.

You should see them all working away at me, dabbing away from dawn till dusk.

tags everywhere. I wish they would just get them and go septic.

That's what's going to happen eventually, isn't it? They'll all go

the scratches too and then I dare say gangrene will set in. There's no spot

need to go on about it.

I didn't think anyone would ever shout at me again.

That is the worst thing of all.

People like Van Mare have been kind.

Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't been before.

I've had just about everybody else all knowing their damn book to be positive.

Joss even told me to stir my thumb.

The old buffer. I don't know who they think they're fooling.

If I saw my ironic miracle, I did survive this place and get lugged back

England. What would happen to me?

I'd be dumped in some nursing home to vegetate. Well, that is hardly an

incentive. No, it needn't be like that.

You got a bit of money stashed away, haven't you?

A bit, yeah. And that rich old aunt in Bath, she'd cough up, wouldn't she?

Does she do?

Money can't buy the things I want.

Well, I was thinking... maybe we could buy a place.

Together.

Well, we get on all right, don't we?

A little cottage in the country, perhaps.

We could find someone to look after you. I'd get a job local.

It's about time I changed my evil way.

You could take up writing and painting and that. And at weekends when I wasn't

working, I could... What?

Tuck a rug round my legs and wheel me down the leafy lane?

When you cut my hair.

Go on then, Dick. Don't stop.

He should try it.

This little bugger.

He doesn't need it anymore.

A few stitches.

Don't talk. Or I'll punish you.

You want cigarettes?

No, thank you.

Yes, you take. You need.

No, I do not.

Harry already gave me some.

You should not go with Harry and other guards.

Why not?

It is not good.

Since when were you guardian of my moral?

Sorry.

Forget it.

Dorothy, I want we speak.

There's nothing to say.

It'll be more practical anyway.

Better clear this lot up, Blanche.

Do you mind?

Oh, no.

Beatrice? Yes, what is it?

Rose.

Her urine's infected.

Are you sure?

There's no mistaking it.

Colour, texture.

It was inevitable.

There must be something we can do.

There'll be a kidney infection next, then uremia. At least that'll be a

end.

We can't let her die.

She's going to die anyway.

In these conditions, no drugs, no medications.

The wonder is she survived two months.

Can't you ask Werner?

Remember, she managed to get hold of that light bulb. Do you think I haven't?

She may pull through.

Miracles have happened.

That speaks the Christian, not the would -be doctor. Well, you've seen it

happen. Even here. People we've given up for lots. Only when they've got the

will to live. And Rose lost that the moment she heard about Bernard.

I just hope it happens quickly for her sake.

The alternatives to uremia don't bear thinking about.

Septicemia, you mean?

Yes. Or gangrene.

Do you want her to go that way?

Right. Let's get her back in here.

So Rosie's back in the fight ward, then.

You know what that means.

Not that I am surprised.

Have you seen the poor creature lately?

No, it gave up going.

I can never think of anything to say.

It is difficult, but I think we ought to make the effort.

I shall force myself to go, however much it distresses me.

It is only Christian.

Bosh, he doesn't want us hovering round like vultures.

First thing you God -botherers can do is to get down on your knees and ask him

to hurry things up.

Put those pneumonia... That's what she needs.

First time I saw Rose was in the Palm Court at Ruffles.

I was having tea with my friend Vicky and she and Bernard were at another

Oh, she was having one of her tantrums.

Complaining about everything.

Beatrice says she never complains now.

God, when she is dead!

courtesy of Dot.

She's still giving English lessons.

Uh, yeah.

Not the sort you mean, though.

Look, she's being more careful this time.

Yeah, don't worry, I checked.

She's not going the old log.

Don't worry, I can still talk about it.

Do you like the view?

It's my lack of window and it looks out onto the cemetery.

Do you still play that Shakespeare game?

Past the time?

No.

Gone out of quotation.

It's all right. You don't have to stay. I know what it's like. I can smell

myself.

Just try and keep them watered.

Just. Don't look round.

But there's a native hanging round out there, beyond the wire.

He was there yesterday, too.

Same one? Are you sure? Yes.

You don't think... There's only one way of finding out.

Now, be careful, for heaven's sake.

He may be one of theirs.

Let him make the first approach. What do you take me for, you idiot?

Shall we go and get some sticks, Marion?

So you were saying...

By the time we did something about the bed bug situation.

Don't you think?

What? Oh, yes, yes, absolutely.

Hello? Good afternoon.

You are British?

Yes. You have prisoner name of Norris?

Katie. Yes.

Listen, I am friend.

I have message from men's camp.

Use this tone for a while.

Yes. You find no tail.

Other time, you leave north.

Okay?

No. God.

All

right,

boss.

Okay.

It was stinking, my Christ.

Well,

I think I'm fussy, she was, about that sort of thing. We do our best, but the

incontinence, as well as the other sorts, are fighting a losing battle.

be, just can't you do something for her? Do you think I wouldn't if I had the

wherewithal? Doing everything we humanly can. I don't know.

I won't put an end to it.

Finish the job the nips cocked up.

With any luck, it shouldn't go on much longer now. Luck?

God willing, she'll be gone soon.

I thought you didn't believe in God.

You could do something for her.

Put a pillow over her face or something. Oh, if I have a mistake. Would you

think that's worse than what she's going through now?

Don't recirculate the gap.

I didn't think Kate would be at my elbow belching on about a sanctity of life.

Do you call that life?

Do you think I don't wish her out of her misery? Well, then.

If I once started that, where would it end?

She's not the only ill one, you know. Do you suggest that I suffocate all my

patients? The others either die or get better. Rose just lies there, rotting.

You did it for Dorothy, didn't you, baby? You put an end to that. That was

entirely different. I don't think you were.

You could do it, Bea.

It's what she wants.

No one would even know. You could take it. You would.

I'd know.

What's all this then, Rose? I don't want it.

I told you, she must eat.

You're going to have to force me.

Come on, Rose. Look, it's got egg in it.

Why wait it on me?

Give it to the children.

There's a point in keeping them alive.

You tell her, Beatrice. She'll listen to you.

I don't want any fluids either.

We're quicker this way.

And I decide something for myself.

Take it away.

I didn't believe her. Oh, I didn't dare keep on because of Bernard.

Oh, Marion.

Beatrice was right, of course. Yes, she couldn't force her to eat.

I've seen what he's done to people.

Captain of Monaco's was a chum of the Pankhursts.

Spooking in and out of prison several times.

Victim of that Richard Catamosa.

I suppose it'll only be a matter of days now.

Yes.

When she'll go into coma and know no more about it.

This thing.

Goes clear?

Yes.

And how is the Miller woman?

Still deteriorating?

In a dreadful state. A mass of sores and infection.

Well, don't expect me to feel sorry for her.

Part of the trouble she caused me.

Well, she should be out of your way soon. They say she's refusing to eat.

should hasten the event.

Refuse? Who said she could refuse?

Well, Dr. Mason... If I is the captain... No, but... Then she will eat.

But surely the sooner she goes, the better.

The women will settle down. No!

We have had one suicide in this camp. We will not have another.

She will die in God's time, and not before.

I am sure that Captain Sato will agree.

You tell what I say.

Tell!

Rose.

He says you must eat.

And that no one else will get any food until you do.

Now will you do something?

Just a minute, please.

Can I have your attention?

Just a minute.

I'd like to remind everyone that there's a service this evening.

Have you seen John?

Yes, she's over there.

In here at eight o 'clock, right?

Could I have the choir, please, ten minutes early? And let's make sure that

have a good attendant.

I don't know which is worse, eating or not eating.

Still got toothache. Bloody agony.

George, I wondered, has Miss Hatton said anything to you?

What about her?

Oh, I thought she might have sent for you.

Should she have?

Well, I wasn't sure, but...

Since she hasn't, I felt I ought to tell you. Tell you what? Stop your

blathering and get on with it.

Something I overheard at work today.

The Major was on the phone to us and he mentioned that request you put in.

For information about your friend.

Monica.

News of Monica.

Let us pray for our loved ones, O Lord, wherever they may be.

Keep them safe, and if it be thy will, let us meet with them again in a happier

and more peaceful world.

Amen.

Let us pray for those amongst us who are sick.

Help them to bear their afflictions patiently, so that their very weakness

add strength to their faith.

Amen.

And now let us sing that fine old hymn.

Abide with me.

George. Oh, hello, Mary.

Christina just told me about your friend.

I'm so sorry.

Can't be helped.

What a damn stupid thing to say.

Of course it could have been.

Did she know any details?

Seems it was early on.

Monica always had a bit of a dicky heart.

Not that she let it bother her.

Heart murmur, she'd say to hell with that.

When it starts shouting, I'll worry.

I'm just thankful it was quick.

I didn't care to think of her dragging on that poor rose.

I'm going to wait.

Makes you a bit more comfy.

It's been a while.

What's the date?

Tomorrow will be the first of July.

What's the... my birthday?

I didn't know.

Well, forget the party.

I'll be thirty.

Thirty, the age for settling down, my mother used to say.

You know what? That night, he asked me to marry him.

Perhaps we'd have settled down.

When I was little, I used to ask my nanny

to bed early the night before my

birth.

I thought it would make the morning come quicker.

Now, I could have never come.

I never want to hear another school bell as long as I live. She must get earlier

every day.

I can't have had four hours of sleep and I'm on duty again.

You were lucky I didn't get one bloody tooth -skimming wee tooth.

You ought to come along to surgery. We'll have a look at it for you.

On your belly, you have a crystal dentist.

Oh, Beatrice.

Let's have a night with it. How's Rose today?

That's why I'm here.

What you should all know at once. Know what?

Rose died peacefully in the night.

Oh, thank God.

Yes. Lord be praised.

Shall we just say a short prayer for her before the second bell?

Lord, we thank you for releasing our dear friend Rose from any further

suffering.

Grant that she may now know the peace and joy of everlasting life.

Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and give us this day our daily bread.