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How did any of us?

What do we have that's so special?

Everything. We're going back.

Oh, to Singapore.

England. This is chill.

Real fog.

Such an unhealthy place, I've always been told.

Watch it, Vandmeer!

If you're heading for the bucket, hang on if we dive.

I simply wish to get ready for our arrival.

Bag anyone?

No smoking.

You know what the pilot said.

You're not our leader now, you know.

going to tell me what to do ever again.

Not even our biggles.

There's the door.

Any moment now, there's going to be hundreds of likely lads in this waste of

wine, dine... Pack it in.

I'm not a baby.

That's right, you tell them.

Week 17 and never being kissed.

You'll learn.

Well, I hope you don't.

You're taken to a restaurant.

And a pretty dress.

And high -heeled shoes.

That's what my Tom did. What?

That's what my Tom did the first time. Took me to the best place in town.

Let's hope he's well enough soon to do it again.

Where is he?

One of the hospitals, I think. I'll find out when we get there.

It's not me.

It's the child bride.

Because I worked so hard to make something respectable, there's no reason

insult me.

Hey, baby, no walking the dog, jumping the door, but we've just sighted good

Singapore.

me helping you to settle in.

However, I'm afraid that first there are one or two details we need. Come on,

just a couple of shots.

They are in no condition to hang about.

Oh, I do know. Right, quick one, okay?

Right, big smiles.

That's great. Now hold it.

One more for luck.

You heard.

This way. It won't take long.

Are you in hospital? All right.

Now, don't you worry, though. Be in good hands.

And it's best to get the bump over early, don't you agree? Yes, of course.

be with you in a minute.

Joss Hallbrook.

Oh, that would be Lady Joss. Well, that'd be Joss.

What? Well, as I said, I'm here to help.

Repatriation of Allied prisoners of war and internees.

Sealed any problems, that kind of gubbins.

Well, come along, girls. Bet you're dying for a cuppa.

And finally, Lord Louis has asked me to apologise for not being here.

And to give you his assurances that we will do everything in our power to make

your stay here as comfortable as possible.

So, welcome to a Singapore once more under British protection and the British

flag. Right now, what about that cup of tea?

Do I sound like the Goodwood Park reception?

The Goodwood Park reception.

Will you please get off my line?

Ah, rope.

Open city. That's about the size of it.

The moment the Japs covered, good seemed to appear from goodness knows where.

And then there's ourselves coming in like a boatload, of course.

And then, of course, we were all poised to invade before they dropped those

bombs. Don't you know?

Was there much bombing here? I mean, after we left.

It's been worse, all things considered.

Harbour took a bit of a pacing, of course, but apart from that... It'll

home.

Christina was born here.

Ah, and the family here too, I suppose. My parents were dead and so were my

relatives, all in Singapore anyway.

I did have an uncle of Nor, and he had a border, I think, but I have no idea

where.

Besides, he was probably the first to be killed when the Japs stepped down.

Excuse me, sorry to interrupt.

I believe you're Alice Courtney.

That's right.

Then I have some splendid news for you.

We received a telegram from your father saying he's alive and well.

Daddy.

My daddy's all right.

Thank you.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Not going to do anything.

Oh, Christine.

Oh,

excuse me. Well, if you'll excuse me.

My very own piece of soap.

Nectar. And a sauce.

Now then, anyone want one of these? Not to jest.

But it's all rather overwhelming, what with one thing and another. So if you

want anything spelt out, just fire away. I was wondering about my money.

You're all so full of beans.

So do you be.

Ready your food. Good night's sleep. You won't know yourself.

Shut up, promise.

Let's say I take my hat off to you older women. The way you coped, let alone

survived. And not only the older women.

I myself was dying on more than one occasion. What I have suffered, no one

ever know. Oh, if you believe that, you'll believe anything. She never stops

telling people about it. How dare you make a joke on my daughter?

While I've got you both together, perhaps you'd like to know that you'll

going back to your own compatriots. And I hear your billet's the best in

Singapore. Oh, but we can't.

Leave our friend.

Not too soon.

Ah, yes.

Well, I'll see what I can sort out. Now, don't go away.

Yeah, but any particular detail that sort of hit you?

Healthy. Everyone looks so healthy.

Clean. Please, how soon can I find out about my husband?

Only we were separated.

Here in Singapore.

Yeah, of course.

Nella, buttonhole any rap we offer her, and they'll do the necessary.

Do you think so?

I know, sir.

Hey, you two, in the bag.

You can stay with your group for the time being.

Fantastic. Fantastic.

I thought we were going to...

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Sorry to break things up, but transport's raring to go. So if you

this way.

Here, let me take that. I couldn't let it bite my ear.

Come along then, girls.

Well, anybody got any queries?

Me, for one.

I should know where we're going.

Yes, of course. Well, the Ruffles Hotel.

Ruffles? Hey, Doc, we're going to Ruffles.

We're going what?

Oh, all the time I hear.

I never want, not want, to be known as Doc.

long ago. Hope you're not too shaken up.

Oh.

Yep.

Excuse me.

Has it changed?

No.

Changed the entrance.

Ah.

That's so silly.

We can go there and see it again.

Right then, let's get on in.

Bet you're dying for your bed.

I'm thinking more of a gin sling.

Well, now.

If you could just wait here a sec, I'll fix you up some beds.

All right.

It's like a palace.

Look at the ceiling. It's a high.

Everything's so, so spotty. Not bad.

It's bloody heaven.

I'm not telling you I'm hanging about in that flat.

Oh, look.

Wow. How about that hem?

She's showing her knees.

She's got a small shoulder.

Like a pair of shelves.

I feel so shabby. I feel like Rick Van Winkle.

Trust the little tubby to get it all snaffled.

Look, I'm frankly sorry, but I'm afraid your rooms are still being cleared after

our last intake.

So I can only suggest that you grab some dinner. By which time we'll have to be

fine. Yeah, that one we have to be in a little bit. Given that we're Russians,

you might have to.

Ah, Colonel Jackson.

Ah, any number, madame?

Be an angel. Take my girls into dinner, would you? Only I'm a bit overstretched

at the moment.

Nothing has given me greater pleasure.

Allow me, madame.

Oh, sure.

Oh,

sorry.

I'm sorry.

I know you're very busy, but it's just that...

My husband and I were separated here in Singapore, and the, uh... The

journalist said that we could trace him. Of course.

Or rather, we'll do our best.

Only if you could just... No, no, on second thoughts, better the day.

Jeffrey, customer for you.

Ah.

There we are. Just the job.

Well, um, boy, let's have some food. Chop, chop.

Excuse me.

Have you ever come across a little girl?

An Elizabeth Harris.

She be twelve now, with dark brown curly hair and blue eyes. No, no, I'm sorry.

But I do know there are many more internees to come.

They all say that.

I'm sorry.

I was asking about her daughter.

Ah, yes. Yes, I know.

Her lovely.

He cares so precious.

Oh, tall. Least I can do. And look here, if there's anything you want, I mean

anything tall, all you have to do is give a shout. But a stiff drink wouldn't

come amiss.

Ah, over and out.

Over and out?

Nice. Oh, hey.

A real tablecloth. A real table.

Sheridan, I couldn't have done with one of these.

Now I know I'm under the bridge.

Colonel. Bottoms up.

Two little bits.

And what is this?

That, you England Dutch dunderhead, is your actual banger.

Banger? That's right, because they blow you up.

Oh, I say.

Oh, bangers. You'd think they were caviar. Is everything all right?

Fine. What a nice woman that Mrs. Bristow is.

A lady, if you don't mind. A lady of breeding, like myself.

office, you know. I don't want the place cluttered up.

Oh, at last.

Sorry to bother you, Colonel, but we've run right out of copies of news from

Britain. Could you let... I do beg your pardon.

What is the point in reconnecting the telephones when it's Russian roulette

you're on to? The place is a madhouse.

And war wasn't?

I see we've another camp leader, a Mrs. Marion Jefferson.

Don't you dare.

Woman's exhausted, not to mention beside herself with worry.

I'll try her tomorrow, then.

The sooner we get a lit of jack commandants, the sooner we'll prosecute

them.

It's your plate.

Oh, I think I'm going to burst.

Happiness. I can't remember when I've been so happy.

Yeah, we saw you iron that, Lieutenant.

What do you think you're doing with that plate?

I think... Ah, splendid news. I've managed to bag you some rooms close

so off we go.

You two are allowed to stay. That's official.

Oh, thank you.

What am I doing here?

Now, this will take the rest of you, so that just about does it.

I'm afraid it's all rather cheap by jowl, but we've even got bods dossing

in the billiard table, would you believe?

Now, what I suggest is that the more senior of you bunk up in the larger

bedroom. There's a smaller one through there.

Oh, and by the way, through there, you've got one of the few bathrooms, so

you'll be able to have a good wallow.

Thank you so much.

Don't let it keep you.

Oh, no, no, lots to do.

So sleep tight and as long as you wish.

Come on, Big B.

age it through the...

But it's all mine.

Oh, Claire.

Just for washing with.

Cotton. And needles without rust.

Of course, you can tell they're British parcels by the pajamas and no

petticoats. You just have to hear as a hairnet.

You do realize that I should have been in the bedroom.

But perhaps I look younger than Marion, despite my suffering.

The sound of ships.

When I was little, Dad used to take me to the harbor.

One day, we'll go on a great big ship and see your gran in the old home.

And now I shall.

What about your home here?

A bomb building and my parents gone.

Besides, certain Simon Treves.

Is he still alive?

Oh, Belle, don't go. She's lighter.

Me too.

Bet we've ponged. Of course we did. Mine. Now we don't. Others might.

It's all right if I go next.

Do what you like.

Getting old, old girl.

Not just getting.

Over 70.

Where has it all gone?

Am I interrupting?

Yes. I was just pondering the fact that this is the first time I've been alone

since we were corralled.

Always accepting the punishment, Hunt. Thank you. Good night.

Holy smoke.

No, Jin Fing.

Our nice colonel again.

Good for him.

Here, hold on.

Join me.

Oh, I thought you'd never ask.

Just what I've always dreamed of. A bar in a bedroom.

Here's to our first night in a real bed.

Jiggered.

Too soft.

Couldn't sleep.

Oh, now I don't want to wake up.

Oi, try this for size.

Oh, not your actual tea in bed.

What it is to add servants.

Wakey, wakey, baby.

Good job to celebrate your first full day at freedom.

Sorry to be such a killjoy.

but I wouldn't advise you to go out yet a while.

At least not until you've found your feet, and then not singly.

That's quite a bit of bother one way or another, what with looters and all the

rest of the riffraff.

Besides, if you feel up to it, there's one or two chores we really ought to get

through first.

Take a deep breath.

And another.

And again.

Just once more.

Right. You can get dressed now.

And don't forget to report regularly to be weighed.

Yes.

I want you to take some of these tablets.

What did I lose?

Your wick, no doubt.

Thanks a lot.

Bag contained.

Family.

Photographs.

Silver compound.

Name? Christina Campbell.

There you are.

News from Britain.

And, of course, the rest of the world.

Only the brief is dark line. After all, we're rather more in the line of doers

than reporters.

She'd do a little less.

Doctor's ready for you, Bea.

She's another bossy boot.

Oh, I don't know. I think she's very nice.

In fact, we had quite a chat together.

Well, takes all sorts.

After all, they were my patients for over three years.

What's more, I've got the case notes to prove it. And very comprehensive they

are, too.

What? Please, do try and keep still.

Your nurse Norris passed them on. How dare she?

She had no right, no right whatsoever.

They were my notes, taken at my dictation, just as they are my patient.

Does it matter? Of course it matters, after the risks I took to keep them

Dr Mason, whatever may have happened before, you're in my hands now. So why

let me take the reins and do all the worrying?

Yes, Dr.

Trier. I beg your pardon?

Someone not unlike yourself.

Now, I'm sending you to the hospital for further investigations, along with Lady

Jocelyn. Look, I've told you, all I need is a stronger pair of spectacles.

Just the address of your next of kin.

I'm afraid the message has to be standard.

Hold on. Apart from not having clapped eyes on them for years, my brothers and

sisters most likely scattered.

Mind, the woman who took them in might know the whereabout.

Then send it to her. I only know the town.

Not to worry. Just put that down. We'll have it broadcast after the news.

We've traced thousands that way.

She's got them all under her thumb.

Here. I don't have any next of kin.

Surely.

My husband was shot and my little girl died of the squitters.

What you'd call enteritis.

Your parents, then? Mother, do me a favour.

What about your husband's parents? Surely they'll want to know you're safe.

I doubt it!

What the heck?

She was only trying to help.

No matter.

Remind you of anything?

Camp postcards.

Even to the pet message.

Let's hope these get that quicker.

Is that it?

It's just about.

Thank God.

Now, don't forget, those going to outpatients, in the foyer, 12 .15.

Who else is for the slaughter?

Big B.

About my husband.

Details went off first thing.

Promise.

How long?

Oh, that I can't say.

But they're jolly efficient where the services are concerned.

As for the civilians, it's as if the whole world's a sewing box, tipped up

shoved back anyhow.

And not just you lot and the refugees, but...

millions of slave labour literally scattered to the wind.

God knows when we'll get them home.

Oh, do forgive me. That's unpardonable, burdening you with our problems.

It's just that we know so little of what's happened.

I expect life will take care of that.

More's the pity.

This is Jefferson, isn't it?

That's right. Not now, please. Is it about my husband?

No, it's something quite different.

What then?

It'll wait. I just wanted details of your camp commandants.

Names, where they were, etc.

Oh, yes, yes, of course. For their relatives.

No, for us.

What's wrong with you all of a sudden?

What are you talking about?

I am talking about what happened to my medical notes. What? I noticed you

managed to hide them very successfully. Or why else didn't we see them while we

were waiting to be examined?

I was not hiding them. They were in my bag.

After all, you gave me the notes to take care of, or have you forgotten them? To

take care of, which does not mean handing them over to God knows who. Oh,

not God knows who. It was a doctor who can make good use of them. After all,

they're no longer any use to us. That is not the point, and you know it. They

were my notes, and it was up to me to decide what to do with them. Oh, what

about all Dr. Trier's hard work? And what about my contribution, writing them

night after bloody night?

I want to take the credit to you. Well, you do that.

You do just that, but you're not a doctor yet, you know. Oh, and what

that supposed to mean? Think about it!

You ready for the hospital?

What was all that shouting going on? Oh, forget it and let's get going.

I'm supposed to be seeing Tom, remember? Though in this mood, I won't...

Train? Phyllis?

As in Bristol?

As in welfare, officer?

What the hell's up with you?

Nothing. I'm over the moon.

Look, I know how you feel. Honest, I do. But really... No, you don't. You don't

know how I feel. Otherwise, you'd leave me alone, as in by myself.

Nothing's simpler.

Docky!

Don't be too hard on Kate.

She's worried sick about Tom.

She's not me. She's dreading the visit.

She's a nurse?

Not to him, she's not.

He's in love.

Damn sight more painful.

I wouldn't know.

Come along, girls.

We don't want to keep the hospital waiting, now do we?

She calls me girl once more, I'll thump her.

What are you doing?

If I don't lock them, then some devil will surely steal them.

What the blazes?

Do not upset yourself.

It's nothing.

What's happening?

Only some no -good traitor getting his just desserts.

Come on, babe.

Not alcohol.

That's not like you.

I'm too wet to care.

Bloody collaborator.

How shabby this room looks in daylight.

Like us, really.

Speak for yourself.

I was.

Life, my dear Dorothy, is what you make it.

Was that a fact?

No. But it helps to think so. At least to try.

That's how you coped with your marriage.

Dear Mrs. Bridger, so sympathetic to my need to check my personal account.

Just to think, every year I used to come here with my husband to choose his

present to myself.

A model gown or a piece of jewellery.

And I had a servant to carry the parcels.

All of the piece, aren't you?

If you mean I am wholesome, most certainly.

And as I am a woman alone, dear Colonel Jackson has offered to escort me.

What comfort it is to be a rich widow.

All right.

Back.

Boy or girl?

So, how are our friends?

Your old patients, remember?

Oh, fine.

We saw them all, said the right things.

Tom?

Couldn't find him.

Oh?

Paul's such a muddle.

Everything's such a muddle.

He'd always come back tomorrow.

I could, couldn't I?

Get myself halfway decent, buy Tom a present.

I didn't even think to get him a present.

That was a jolly quick visit. Well, everybody seemed comfortable, pleased

to see us, wouldn't you say, sir?

And your eyes?

Don't wish to discuss it.

No specs, then.

Something like that.

Come on, let's get out of here.

As you say, Mrs. Bracken, these could be valid.

So if you'll take a seat, we'll just check their accounts.

Yet another bundle of blood money.

150 pounds for two tins of dried milk. Excuse me.

I don't suppose you recognize me.

I'm afraid not, madame.

It was before the war. Mrs.

Van Mayer. Mrs.

Dominica Van Mayer. Why, of course. How stupid of me.

I do apologise. And what can the Chartered Bank do for you, Mrs Van

my personal account.

My special shopping account, you understand.

But Metro -Goldwyn's gone out. Who?

Van Meeuw.

She's gone out across the bloody town.

As you say. However she was escorted. Don't give me that.

All the other internees go out and buy themselves. Nobody stops them. You are

perfectly right, of course. It's just that this is not the most savoury of...

Oh, bollocks!

Really? Ah, I don't know.

It was so much easier with the POWs. You told them what's what and they were

grateful. I even got called an angel on one occasion.

Whereas some of these girls, I'd rather take on generals at all.

Now, come on, where were we?

Come on, now.

The trouble's shared at all that.

It's because... I mean, my period.

I've only had one and that was ages ago.

Ah. And you're wondering if they'll come back.

Of course they will.

And I can still have a baby.

Good Lord, as many as you see fit.

It won't make a jot of difference.

Not one.

I do assure you.

Thank goodness.

And don't think that you're the only one who ever asks, because you're not.

Not by a long chalk.

By the by, you do know all the facts of life, I suppose.

Of course.

I was in a camp.

Quite.

And as for your period, when they do return, there may be a bit haywire at

first.

After all, nature's taken quite a battering one way or another.

room can be a right rave up at night, which is why I blew me money on a nifty

blouse and some black market mascara.

So, um, Kate, um, all right if I keep on your bed in peace and quiet?

Anything. Right then.

Oh, and get this.

I don't wish to be disturbed.

Oh.

It's no good. I can't see a bloody thing.

Never mind.

You'll soon have your new specs.

You all right, then?

Well, it's not all right now, is it?

Here's something to cheer you up.

Diana Durbin's married for the second time.

Shirley Temple's grown up.

And David Niven's just been demobbed.

I'm ecstatic.

Have you seen this about the rationing back home?

One and a tuppence worth of meat and two ounces of butter per week plus a

quarter of an egg or one a month.

Lucky them.

How's this for a bit of prejudiced reporting?

What will astonish you is that Winston Churchill, the man who led us out of the

jaws of disaster, etc., etc., is no longer Prime Minister.

He's meant to be a report, not the damn propaganda.

Hold on.

Listen to this. His tremendous popularity created a widespread

in spite of a swing to the left during the war years, well, a landslide, more

like, The country would not, when it came to the point of voting, bring

to dismiss the man who had done so much of them.

In other words, we didn't vote the way they thought we should.

It was a shabby thing to do. I would have voted for him. Me too.

I suppose you do know what he thought of us suffragettes.

If Monica had been here... Look, you lot, I'm going to get some kits.

And he thought the Martians have landed.

That's what you're planning to wear tonight.

If it gets up the noses of the bodies, absolutely.

Wow. It's like a dream.

Ah, there you are.

Look, I do hope this isn't out of order, but I managed to bag a table.

Against some odds, I may say.

Over here.

I haven't thanked you for that, Jim.

At least I could do, after the devilish time you've had.

Come and sit by me.

Oh, really? I mean, absolutely beyond belief.

Vinica's been filling me in from what she's been through.

Don't doubt she has.

And speaking of the good lady, where is she? She may well have.

Plunked through our suite like some sort of matahari, barricaded herself in the

bathroom and refused to come out.

Selfish woman. Oh, but what a charmer.

Ah, sweet mystery of love.

At last.

I find thee.

Boy!

Boy! If you don't mind, we need some service here.

You're thinking what I'm thinking.

The last time.

New Year's Eve before the fall.

Makes it sound like the Garden of Eden.

Perhaps it was.

Well, look at that. Hand -to -hand drinking of Iowa soil.

I do think John Ryan really gets up my snuff.

It's forgotten men like Henry. Hold me a plucky little woman.

Bless him, but he's awfully exhausting.

Well,

I'm gashed.

Look, I think we should get the next round.

A repeat order, isn't it?

I'll help you.

No.

They can't do that.

They just have.

Women's taking a round? Just in dogs.

Besides, these damn boys.

Would any of you ladies care for a dog?

This little lady's spoken for.

That's her, isn't it, my darling?

Yes, of course.

How about you, lady?

Well, hardly.

I'm sure Dr. Mason will be delighted to oblige. Me?

Ah, good.

Yes. A sock strut, I think.

Could you send a repeat order to Colonel Jackson's table, please?

This is very wicked of us, and I don't care.

I needed that.

I don't think the barman approved somehow.

A bit out of course, what?

Haven't you heard? Pieces broken out. Who?

Helps, does it?

Stealing.

Yes, it does.

Besides, old habits die hard.

Don't they just?

I was not. Look out all those years for nothing.

Yes, of course, I was forgetting.

Well, no objections, then? Like I said, none of my business.

But why?

Something I've chosen instead of just a handout.

You've got a whole bungalow. That's yours.

Not really.

Dennis chose it before we came out. Not that I minded.

I'm so passive.

I'd mind now.

We chose ours together. Our house.

That's a piano shipped out all the way from my place.

We used to dance to this.

We've been together for over two years.

I never guessed she was such a big dancer.

Mind you, she did say something about her and her sister practicing for the

church hall.

Even so... It's all an idea. You have been trapped before.

No, never.

You see, Raffles doesn't allow anyone to mix blood in here normally.

Ah, yes, I see.

I suppose it is a load of nonsense, really.

Not to them.

Fancy.

I used to work there before the war.

Go on.

On it.

It weren't a bad place, a bad girl.

Well, that being the case, how about a visit for old times' sake? We could go

somewhere. I know a restaurant.

What are you looking at?

What I can only describe as a vision.

Blaster eyes.

Oh, well.

Excuse me.

I say, Dominica, you look absolutely stunning, if I may say so.

Just a simple dress for a simple lady.

A real knock -up. I hope I haven't kept you all waiting.

I say, could I get you a little drink?

Boy. Just think, Ben will be all of 16.

So according to Phyllis, it'll be some time before there's a place on a boat.

What about Clifford?

One way or another, I should know pretty soon, so they say.

Wish I could feel part of this.

I can't.

Doc, do you think they'd be frightfully rude if I sneaked off after the room?

I don't see why not. They're hardly going to miss you, not when you've got

of this.

In fact, I'll come with you.

Come on.

Clifford!

Clifford!

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

is not all.

Do you know what the fellow's doing now?

He has set himself up as Scottish Consul.

Scottish.

Corner of the Seaview Bar, selling visas at five pounds a time.

Making a fortune out of the Baroness.

I'm afraid it's nearly over, but I was promised the next tango.

Thank you.

Thank you.

much to manage.

But afterwards, I think I shall go on a cruise.

Suddenly life is