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I hate

crowds.

I'm still not sure I want to go through with this. Then why be bothered?

Because I feel I owe it.

At least as they've drawn her, I still miss her.

Hey, Rose, it won't hurt to say thanks. I don't know what you want from being a

mum. Just?

Hey, you two fillies are trying to count hay.

Does this remind you of anything?

Ten cold, a busy little wee fillies.

Oh, I say, do you wear it or water it?

Very impressive.

Where did you get it?

One has only to know the right people.

That's what is in our place.

And at least I'm wearing a hat as dear Phyllis instructed.

Oh, Maggie, for heaven's sake, I did say that.

And it's for heaven's sake I'm wearing this. So don't bust your breeches.

There's no need for blasphemy.

And what is a Catholic doing going to a CV church?

Only because it's a special service for which I, too, feel I must give thanks.

Oh, don't give me that. It's a social case you're after. You can be very

sometimes.

Common is as common does.

And at least I'm no sneak.

Hey, fellas.

How do you?

You're very colourful.

Oh, hell, now where were we?

The Tower of Babel. Thank God I'm an atheist.

Kay, shouldn't you be thanking someone else? I hadn't.

Where are you off to? The desk. There might be a cable.

British Sunday. You never know.

Anything for Mrs... No.

How long will the service take? I'm going to want to get to the hospital

Tom's rest period.

About an hour. How is Tom? Could be worse.

Wait here!

What does that mean?

Not good.

I'm beginning to dread going in, which is really silly when you think I'm a

nurse. Would you like me to come with you?

Would you? Of course.

Considering the remarks made above my head, at least it is one I think you

agree, Marion.

Oh, no.

Well, really, the menace of something.

Right. Come along, girls.

That was quick.

Colonel. Colonel Smithers.

Enter. Come in.

Colonel Smitherton.

I'm sorry to disturb you. Oh, no need to apologise. You're just the person I

wanted to see.

And I've just received some information.

You've heard something.

What?

Oh, no, not about your husband, I'm afraid.

I just wanted confirmation.

A POW's evidence on a certain Major Yamouchi.

Is that all?

It is quite important, and as you're now here, we may as well go through the

evidence. But it's ages since that cable was sent off.

Well, even they take time, as I know to my cost. Not this long, surely.

Mrs. Jefferson, admittedly my job here is war crimes, but I do know how the

system works.

The cable about your husband, together with thousands of others, must first be

processed by London, after which...

Together with the thousands of others, it could go down the line to God knows

where, trying to trace him. I don't need to know where he is. I need to know if

he's alive.

Of course, but the one is dependent on the other. So do try and bear with us

just a little longer.

So, about this reference to Major Yamouchi.

Really, I can't be bothered.

Home. Why aren't you on track, Braid? The way I feel.

You're up with Smithers, then? Oh, that'll be the day.

Gosh, I feel so frustrated.

What?

Well, I'm still waiting for my glasses, aren't I?

Poor you.

I could kill that Smithers.

Oh, I could.

Just for a moment, I thought he had news of me.

She's known better, shouldn't I? All he cares about are his bloody war crimes.

It's his job. It's my job to find my husband.

Add it to my cheat sheet, would you?

It was early.

Play this game.

Five minutes pretending Clifford's alive, then five minutes pretending he's

dead.

The terrifying thing is, each time I do it, I feel a little less happy and a

little less... devastating.

It's called the law of diminishing returns.

We all do it.

Even so -called sensible me.

Ulrica, Nellie, and so on.

At least Ben's safe and sound. Yes.

Same again, please.

Haven't you had enough? Yes, I have.

Oh, more than enough.

Good of you, Phyllis, to escort us to church. I enjoyed the service.

My pleasure.

Besides, I would have gone anyway.

Still, it was most thoughtful of you.

Oh, how you do go on.

And on, and on, and on.

But then you always did suck up to the bossy.

Or so they tell me.

How dare you suggest such a thing?

Oh, I know all about Berner in Camp 3.

They say she were a collaborator.

Not to mention Miss Hazan, the bloody administrator.

I was forced to work for them. Everyone knows that.

There were no call to do their hair.

at my nose with her holier -than -thou and her expensive little outfits.

So, what's up with you, then?

Nothing. I just need a brandy. That's all. You don't, you know.

Unless you want to meet your maker.

Lethal black market gutter.

What do you think the lookout's for?

Oh, my God, they should be shot.

Fuck, do you hear me?

Have to survive somehow, poor devils.

And murder me?

Sometimes I think you British will never know how to behave.

Oh, don't be so pompous.

Now, look here. I must apologize for Joss.

Sometimes she can be very charmless.

Still, at her age, she's an example to us all.

Oh, what a pity Marion missed the service.

Now, there is a charming woman, don't you agree?

On the contrary, sometimes she can be most rude.

Oh, come on now. Not I'll marry him, surely.

Are you calling me a liar?

No. No, no, of course not. She's not a saint, you know.

Unless the saints find more comfort in the bottle than most of us do in the

blessed Lord.

Somehow I don't think I heard that. May

someone happy.

Very childish.

Oh, for goodness sake, it's only innocent fun.

Innocent fun, you call it.

I would hardly call Maggie innocent, considering she once worked as a hostess

a cheap bar, and we all know what that means.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Excuse me. Oh, be anxious, Marion.

Here we go.

Just the girls I need.

We've a new list of internees we're still trying to trace, so if you'd be

poppets and spare a moment, I'd like to go through it with you. As long as our

friends from the second camp are on the list. Oh, please excuse me, I couldn't

help overhearing. I'm trying to discover the whereabouts of a Mrs Radcliffe.

Radcliffe? Monica Radcliffe.

You've seen her?

Look, why don't we go somewhere quieter where we can sit down?

Oh, dear.

When anyone's asked to spit, it can only mean one thing.

Bread, sir.

Oh.

Oh, do forgive me. Don't be absurd.

How? When?

Early on, apparently.

Dickie Hart, I was told.

She never did look after herself.

No.

No, she didn't.

I can't believe it.

Not Monica, not my old rowdy Radcliffe.

No.

In our teens when we first met.

Seems like yesterday.

Knock me over on a bike, would you believe? Knowing her.

By all that's holy, you can't be. You're not... Joss. Joss Holbrook.

Oh, I don't know.

Every time I ask anyone to go through these lists, they seem to vanish into

air. Which is still fairly painful.

So let's get on with it, eh?

Oh, listen, Mia, off out.

I'm taking her round some of me old haunts.

Any objections?

No, no, no. No, of course not.

Well, come on, then.

That's how I fetched up teaching in Shanghai with Monica.

Till 38, that is, when I was offered a permanent post in a native school round

the corner, which was bombed.

However, the good Buddhists have allowed me to camp out in their temple places.

So you're the perfect demon I was expected to live up to. Nonsense. I was

such thing. According to Monica, you were.

God, awful mess I made of everything.

Still, we had our moments. Oh, I'm quite sure you did.

Oh, look, we can't talk here.

I have a passable brandy I've been saving for Monica.

Why don't we split it and say our farewells to her?

Wish her the best wherever she's got herself.

I think she'd like that.

Better warn you, though, it's over at the temple. It's pretty ropey there,

with the bombing and such.

Well, how do you think I've been so -called living all these years? Oh,

Freda Bolton, Sister Ulrika, and finally, Nurse Nellie Keane. Yes. So

the chances?

Well, camps are still being turned up in the jungle.

Supposing she was still alive when Blanche left her.

It's all very shifty about her.

Wasn't Nellie the one they said had a crush on a girl called Sally?

How dare you?

That's a lie.

A downright lie.

It matters.

Of course it matters. You should be ashamed of yourself. I'm sure Maggie...

keep out of this and you must know it all. I was only repeating what I was

Muckraker! Stupid cow.

I can take it a little personally, my dear. She's just upset, that's all. I

expect Nellie to give me the great help.

Are you trying to excuse Bit?

And me.

Beep, beep.

Well, fine woman.

If it weren't for her, half of us wouldn't be here, let alone... Yes, I do

Oh, no.

No, you don't.

You haven't got a clue.

None of you.

What's all that about?

Just me putting my foot in it, as per usual.

But I feel so... so alone.

Alone?

Well, I know Tom's ill.

But if he'd only talk to me about our future instead of... when I

think of other engaged couples.

It takes time to get to know anyone.

And you weren't together very long, were you?

A few weeks.

And we're engaged.

No time at all.

One minute a ring on your finger, and the next moment running for our lives in

different direction.

that Monica ever allowed me to take.

So, to an applicant friend.

The best.

Huh?

Oh, I think it aren't. Where did you get it?

Compliments manager of Raffles, just before the Japs moved in.

Crying like a baby, he was.

After an order to destroy his entire wine cellar. Who could blame him?

Literally thousands and thousands of bottles.

The place, thank the high heavens.

Anyway, just before I was slammed into Changi, I managed to bury it in the

courtyard. Changi?

That's right.

So you were... So, what happened here now?

You may well ask.

No teaching, of course, but...

I seem to have amassed the parents and their relatives, not to mention a host

refugees driven down from the north, and all kipping on the floor.

Being, how shall I put it, natives, they tend to get the runt end of official

concern, natural in the event, I suppose, but their physical condition

not on. It's just not on.

And you're trying to help?

Of all people.

Can't even tie a shoelace.

Why the hell aren't you here when you're needed?

Dear Grandma Campbell, after almost four years, it's so difficult to write about

what has happened.

Except I've made many friends, most of them.

Hello?

Hello?

What's that?

Nothing. Oh, come on.

It's bad enough not being able to see without people explaining away what I

might not like.

It's the photograph that Japs took for publicity.

Yamouchi gave it me when he cleared his desk.

Oh, yes, when we were made to dress up.

I only kept it hidden because it might be painful.

Quite right.

Doesn't do to brood over the past.

Not that the future has much of a rosy glow about it either.

Oh, not really.

No news of Simon Treves?

Not so you'd notice.

What does that mean?

It means that as I wasn't officially his fiancée, the powers that be don't think

they can send an official cable, so I got the run -of -the -mill one.

Bloody nitpickers.

That was just an excuse.

Remember the five pounds pocket money we were given on the first day?

The officer had a directive on his theft, which I managed to read before he

carefully covered it up. And do you know what it said?

It said he could use his discretion about how much left to give if we

white.

Don't believe it.

That's what it said.

So you see, as far as the government's concerned, everything about me seems to

be unofficial.

Christina, no matter what the colour of your skin, you're still British, and

that means that they must... Different things to different people.

Oh, Alice.

Just bear me a moment.

Look, I was wondering, would you like to come on a picnic tomorrow morning?

Only some new internees have arrived and they're all a part of your age.

Well, thank you, but we were thinking of going to the market again.

Well, surely you can do that any time.

Oh, they're such nice young things.

You'd have so much in common.

What's that expression?

Be on the same wavelength.

I'm sure you understand how it is.

I do believe I do.

I think we should go.

And guess what, Alice? There's going to be a beach party.

Well, you know, rounders and swimming and such like should be right up your

street.

Aside from which, I was rather counting on you.

Were you really?

Absolutely.

Couldn't do without you, in fact.

But for Joss, I would have drunk a black market gutter. I should be shot.

Beer.

Hello, Maggie.

Hello.

Oh, dear. I feel rather bad.

I said something not very nice about her earlier.

Something I shouldn't.

I wouldn't worry.

That's a toughie if ever I saw one.

Bloody hell.

What's that?

People.

They sound all wrong all of a sudden.

What people?

Phyllis, for one.

Not that I don't know what she's on about with her hinting and phony smiles.

got the message you're right.

What are you on about?

Arranging for Alice to go to some beach picnic or other with girls of her own

sort just to get out of my tender clutches.

Then there's that band there.

Know what?

She suddenly said hello.

Hello? Hello.

And I don't like it.

I don't like the sound of that, either.

People who don't like the sound of things.

Oh, Tom.

Could be better.

CB isn't funny.

Yeah.

That's something that I had.

Couldn't afford to go up the mountain, but I went down, six foot under.

It wasn't the cop that carried her off, but the cop in there carried her off in.

So... Ask Tom's chances.

So -so.

If only I could get through to him. Get him interested in our future together,

it'd be something.

No. All he cares about is this Monty Schultz who was with him in sickbay in

camp. Will I find out if he's still alive? Will I find out where he is? And

on and so forth.

I expect they were very close.

Know something?

However different we all are, however much we row and...

Say things.

I sometimes think we'll never be so close to anyone ever again.

That's what scares me.

Harder.

Oh, that's it.

Oh,

there.

What do you think?

You'd think I'd have my mother's smooth, shiny skin, but no, this part of me's

hair is caught.

I can't be bothered.

Neither can I. Never could, in fact.

Had to shave under my arms, of course. It's not very nice, my mother used to

say. In which case, why did we never have to shave down below?

I never thought about that.

Neither did I till camp.

Then I got to thinking about a lot of things. Me too, and some of them weren't

very nice.

You know, it's just as nice to talk in front of the servants as if they weren't

there.

Honestly, we talk about things that you... You blithering idiot.

What have I done? Not you, me.

The servants.

What about the servants?

He might have said something in front of them. If he was planning to get away,

anything.

Here I've been, not wanting to go back to the house without him, when all the

time the answer might be there.

Anybody in here know where Joss has got to? No, nor do I care.

Some of us need our duty sleep, even if others are parted.

Preparing to seduce Colonel Jackson, are we?

Don't be disgusting.

Besides, he's gone up country.

And just when I have an appointment with my bank manager who's trying to find

out about my late husband's account, which is, of course, in a Dutch bank.

Still, if all goes as it should, I shall give you a small party.

Not that any of you deserve one.

I don't know that tone deaf voice anywhere.

Oh, please, Ronnie.

been, if I may say so, the perfect... And you have been, if I might say so, my

dear lady, the most perfect of... I'll... I'll rivet that to you,

Hope. And the same to you.

pretty sight.

I don't know.

Marion, Beatrice, chums, I wish to regale you with a charming song of

yesteryear.

Was it?

they do. Nobody will say anything.

Of course not.

Why should they?

Come on, let's get some breakfast.

Please do not remind me.

Well, now, I must be off.

Who knows? On my return, I might be, how do you say, laden.

Ah, Maggie.

Alice was looking for you.

Was she? She said to tell you. If you'd be like going round the market tomorrow,

she's all for it. I've got a previous engagement.

See how this is looking so carefully?

Yes, isn't it? They're all just nice young girls.

House, that's time.

I'd better get going.

Oh, are you coming?

I only want to get to the hospital in time to see Tom's doctor. Yes, I am, and

if I don't get satisfaction, heads will roll. Well, I must be off too, so wish

me luck.

For? You know, to trace the servants.

Of course, the servants. Excuse me.

I don't like to do her.

She ever done that isn't perfect.

Christina,

Paul, John.

Not to mention, Alison, a nice new playmate. Hey!

I didn't mean it, only... I don't get out from under.

Yeah, I know.

Look, we could always move out and go to my bungalow.

You didn't want to, you like it here.

Well, I can change my mind, can't I?

What is it they say, the anonymous suburb?

So why don't we go after breakfast, give it a once -over?

We've nought.

We've nought, the loo.

I must say, you were most civil last night, giving Stephen and me a lift home

your splendid motor car.

My pleasure.

Anyway, young Stephen was in no state to see you home.

Besides which, how could I resist your wicked grin?

Even though it was most gallant.

Tell me, give it me straight.

What are we sticking?

Small.

Deliciously mellow.

Flatterer.

Would you like to meet two of my more sober roommates?

Hmm, none of that.

Good.

Hey, you two.

Come and meet my knight in shining armour.

You're too far. So it appeared.

Mrs Dorothy Bennet, Miss Maggie Thorpe, Mr, um... Hold her.

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

Hello. Look, why don't I order us all a coffee?

Or in your case, a prairie oyster. Oh, lovely.

No, I'm afraid we're going to see if my bungalow's still there.

I wonder, could you tell us how much it would cost to take a taxi to the Tellock

Blanger Road?

It's more a question of can you get one.

Tell you what, though, I was going in that direction sometime anyway, so why

don't I give you a lift?

There you are, you see.

Good Samaritan.

Only when I enjoy the company.

Marion Jefferson.

I'm going to Alexandra Park, if that's all right.

Nothing simpler.

Jump in. Thank you.

Mrs. Jeffs.

Cigarette? Yes. Thank you. No.

Very kind of you to give us the lift.

Lift I can do.

How about you two?

Thanks. We're almost there.

Slowly now. It's just on a bit.

There. That's it.

That's our house.

Bloody hell.

It's all so grand.

I never realized.

I'll pick you up in an hour, okay?

Of course.

Thank you for your kindness.

Good luck.

Mrs. Jefferson.

It's wonderful to see you. I can't tell you that you're here and you're alive

and you... Are the family all right? We survived, as I see you did, Mrs.

Jefferson.

Just... Everything at the house and...

And the garden, you've kept it beautifully.

No, that was the Japanese.

The house was taken over by the officers, and it was they who looked

And you, Mrs. Jefferson, you are returning?

I don't know.

Depends on the twan.

That's why I came.

To find out if anyone knows if he got away.

I must go feed my family.

See you later.

My Christ, they've really gone to town.

Shall we go in?

I don't believe it.

Just don't believe it.

That bastard. How could they?

You stay put.

See what they've done to the rest.

They've even taken the taps from the bathroom.

Oh, bloody place. They've stripped it bare.

We can't stay here.

Why not?

Bare boards are what we're used to.

When we first came out, it was already furnished.

This time I can choose giving some cash.

Yeah.

Why not?

Leaving home was my first big adventure.

No more do's or don'ts, which is why I suppose I married.

Dennis knew, but he never let on, and for that I loved him.

Then I had Violet.

Another big adventure.

Then the Japs came.

All those feelings.

The violence and the anger that one wasn't allowed to show suddenly all

one instead of hidden inside.

And in the camp are no more rules.

No rules?

Not that you had to keep because it was a dumb thing.

Whereas now it's back to square one, isn't it?

Tell you something.

It's not only rooms that can be emptied.

So, Dr Mason, you have not yet been seen by the consultant.

No, I have not.

And it's not for want of trying, I can assure you.

And before you tell me that there are others whose eyes are in a worse state

than mine, I do know.

Which is why I've decided to take the glasses I was tested for and have done.

At least that way I can go about my business, which is offering to help in

understaffed, frenetic house of healing.

So, are they ready?

Gathering your desperation when you were tested, I used what lenses I had to do

the best job I could. Oh, that's very kind.

And how does it feel to be free?

It's extraordinary.

At least it was at first, but it's amazing how quickly one gets used to

I wake up every morning thinking how lucky I am to be alive.

And then... Life closes in.

How well I know the feeling.

So now, let us give you your spectacles in order to make clear the many more

things that are not as they should be.

Oh, well.

Mine have seemed worse.

You must be joking.

I kid you not.

It was pretty tough here under the Japs.

You were here?

Oh, yes.

So, and what do you want to do?

Do you think we could borrow the bedding from Raffles?

The very idea.

The manager would have your guts.

There's no need.

We'll go down to jam -packed with loot picked up by the army.

Let alone the stuff taken in for safekeeping until the owner's service.

If they service.

Oh, the cloth, then. We haven't any money.

So what?

You just sign for it, that's all.

So why don't we pick up Mrs. Jefferson and see what they've got on offer?

I'd better not come with you in case Rappi has heard anything, but good luck.

Thank you.

Anytime. And I mean that.

Why don't one of you come up front and keep me company?

Yeah.

Why not?

That's more like it.

Comfortable?

British bank, I shall never know what.

As if it is not enough being a grieving widow without all this difficulty.

How can I find out about my late husband's account when the British will

even allow the Dutch banks to open?

Why have not?

So they can steal all their customers, of course. What else?

You British, you think you steal all the world.

Can't look at me.

Typical.

How is Tom today?

Still obsessed with his friend, Monty.

Only because he knows that you are safe, the one he loves.

You think so?

I know so, and if it is any comfort, we all seem to be obsessed with something

or other.

Dola was so strange.

I insist I see an eye specialist, saying it's just routine when they're so

overworked. I think Raffi is deliberately keeping things from me

stronger or back to so -called normal.

How can I be back to normal until I know one way or the other?

Look, it's not much to ask. Just a little help with all those poor souls

one else to turn to. And I said I'm punk.

Besides which, you need a doctor. I don't want a doctor. I want a bossy,

opinionated woman just like you. Oh, thanks, but bundle. Who can tackle the

bottlenecks and the bosses, and you're certainly not past that, so why not say

yes and have done?

Dominica, do come and join us. I want you to meet a friend, so -called.

You won't get away with this.

Oh, please do join us. Thank you, but no, I have to lie down.

I must say, you do look a bit like death warmed up.

Having trouble with our inheritance, are we?

A few little problems, yes.

This lot will want somebody's pride and joy.

It looks like my mum's been cleaning. She used to get everything out with her.

That one is riding around free, bold as brass.

What the hell? Oh, quite above board, I assure you.

Seeing as how it's apparently standard practice to recruit the enemy.

For the handing over period, don't you know?

Indeed, they're even under army protection.

And with their very own transport.

You're having us on.

On the contrary.

After all, rather a Jap in clover than a shambles in the admin.

That we can't have.

So why don't we forget about him, hmm?

Find your furniture.

Allowing for the fact that they may never be reclaimed, it would be well

to choose something like hepplewhite.

At least that'll hold or gain value.

I see.

Oh, yes, of course. Then I can always sell it later. So what does hepplewhite

look like?

Right, then.

Let's see what we've got.

Not that.

Nor that.

That little guy in green.

In fact, we were advised to grab it.

Lovely,

isn't it?

Yes. It belonged to a poor dear lady who was drowned in one of the ships, God

rest her soul.

Would you like it, my dear?

For me?

With our blessing.

Thank you.

Pull out the grey hairs. Now I can't even find the brown.

Oh, Bea, you haven't been listening to a word I've been saying. Are you coming

to celebrate our move to the bungalow? And before you say no, the first drink's

on us.

In that case, I shall accept.

I must say, I've taken quite a fancy to this going out look, despite the

ravages. You can count me in.

Marion, how about you?

Anything's better than hanging about.

Charming. You promised to have an early night.

Well, now I've changed my mind.

Any objection?

Johnny D.

You won't, you know.

Why have I not?

Because we're going to a bar, that's why. And it's been recommended by Jake,

it'll be very grown up.

I said no.

I thought we were friends.

She's only a kid.

I wouldn't want to be blamed for... Oh, bloody hell.

I have no wish to go to a bar, either.

Oh, titty palah.

I'm come to think of it, you were going to give us the parties. How about a

contribution? To spend in a den of vice?

Certainly not.

I'm not asking for blood!

It's because she can't get her hands on her husband's money as well as their

own. I've got a feeling it's more than that.

Right then, I'm ready for the off.

When do we go?

Of course they'll take you back.

Hospitals are crying out for help.

Besides, the doctor of your experience would be mad not to. Too kind.

It's very odd nobody's mentioned anything up to now.

They were waiting for you to get your specs.

And very imposing they are, too.

You say, do you really think so?

Absolutely. We didn't get married till 26.

I was under 21 and needed my father's permission. And, oh, very old -fashioned

was my father. Evening, Mrs. Jefferson.

Well, it isn't for a friend.

A local clinic kind of thing.

So, if you do happen to hear the hospital's got a new shipment of

I'd be most grateful if you'd let me in on it.

If I hear the slightest whisper, you will be the first to know. I can't say

fairer than that, now, can I?

Beatrice, you're a real brick.

Thank you.

Ah.

What a decent man to be here, isn't he? Isn't he just?

By golly.

I'm glad I seem to amuse you.

So. Where's the box?

In polite societies, it's called the ladies.

In that case, I can think of some that won't get in.

Yes. Yes, yes, I've got that.

Oh, no, I'm frightfully tied up at the moment, but I'll get someone to find her

right away.

For the owner?

Not here.

It was by the town.

Much tougher place than this.

I nearly didn't recognise the old cow with the dyed hair and the respectable

outfit.

I asked her.

Butter wouldn't melt.

I can see you.

She looks Spanish to me.

Oh, white Russian.

Olga Vino Grado.

Don't you dare.

Say, did I hear you mention Olga?

That's right.

The owner, isn't it?

Amongst other things.

And if you know what's good for you, you'll give her a wide berth.

She looks all right to me.

Let's say she's an opportunist at a time when she can really stretch it.

You name it, she's probably up to it.

Not to mention her baby of beauty and how they favoured the land of the rising

sun.

Still, they'll get their comeuppance.

At least it's not my worry.

And it certainly isn't yours.

So let's enjoy ourselves.

While we may.

I can't take much more of this.

That's what we used to say in camp, remember?

You must let me through.

It's a matter of life and death.

Life and death.

Oh, at last. There you are.

What's that now?

Oh, if it's time I had get into you, you wouldn't believe.

And the man at the door, so rude, so very insulting.

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

She told me to bring her back to the hotel.

Bring back who?

Marion, of course. She's wanted. And Philip said it's urgent.

Marion?

Marion! You're wanted.