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Dear friends, and those who have joined them, how I have prayed to God for this

moment over two years. It was like a lifetime.

There you are, sitting there.

It's all so wonderful, I can hardly believe it. Our sister Ulrika.

As ever was. And looking so prosperous.

I mean, you're happy. It is so clean and perfect compared with before.

The perfect thing is that you survived.

It's the will of God, my dear.

So, what of the others?

Rose?

Marion?

Blanche and our special children.

I should not ask.

Marian is alive and well and happy with her husband. May the Lord be praised.

As for the others, Rose was paralysed by a shock from a guard which finally

killed her. Every one of us, we all felt it was a blessed release.

As for the others, they're all gone.

Daisy, Blanche, little Susie, even Werner. In the last month alone, we

five. Or was it six?

Little Susie. Yes.

All of 11 years, two months and three days.

So, how has it been with you since that priest sent you away?

Allowed me to go?

To join a group of nursing nuns where I looked after the old and the senile,

also the insane.

Hurry, smoke.

And there, with God's guidance, I was able to rededicate myself to a life of

obedience and the work that it pleases the church to give me and for which I

spared. And to be with us.

My spirit was always with you, as it is now.

So where's your body residing?

Nearby, at another convent.

I wish you could stay with us. That is not possible. I'm here only to

convalesce.

Life's duties only, I fear.

When there's so much to be done and for so many, the suffering.

How I ever survived it was unmerciful.

Dorothy,

my dear, might I ask for a glass of water?

Of course, anything.

When we met, she ran out of this hotel. Why was she crying?

Some internees from the old camp are here.

They accused her of being a collaborator.

Damn these women.

Why can't they collaborate with us instead of me having to squeeze out the

evidence, drop by painful drop?

Because it is painful, that's for why.

How would you like to have to relive years of horror so that some... Stranger

can measure out retribution on something we all know is unmeasurable.

You sound very bitter all of a sudden.

Well, I'm not bitter.

Angry.

Happened to hear some paratroopers in the Nafi talking about how many Japs

they've hung.

Someone has to do it.

And not hangmen.

They are now.

Mind you, I wish they'd leave the investigations to those who've been

trained and keep the zealots where they belong, out of my hair.

Brigadier Jefferson, I presume.

Man's obsessed.

Come on, Smithers, what's the latest on Yamouchi?

You'd think he was the only criminal east of Suez.

His wife was one of the victims.

Maybe, but that's not what really drives him.

Oh, no, it's guilt, my lovely.

While the wee wifey was dumped behind the lines, our hubby hero sat out the

pen -pushing towards promotion.

So, here's to the apportioning of guilt.

The only punishment for which no evidence is required.

Her name is Dorothy, Reverend Mother.

She is a poor, lost soul whose husband was shot and whose baby died when we

first in prison.

But surely it was not for this that these women attacked her.

She... She gave herself to the Japanese guards for extra rations.

Even medicine for the sick.

Sister Ulrica, there's no need for any special pleading here.

Forgive me, but they particularly taunted her with carrying the baby of a

guard of whom she was fond. The only one of whom she had no carnal knowledge.

Indeed, their friendship was most innocent.

And she has the baby with her here.

Tragically, it was taken away before it was born.

I see.

Sit down, sister.

So, why was it so very urgent that you should speak to me tonight?

I should like permission to be relieved of my duties so that I could be allowed

to give her God's comfort.

Sister Ulrica, you're here at the gift of this order, so there are no duties,

simply obligations fitted to your strength and your need to be useful.

You've only to request it, and one of our sisters will take your place.

Thank you, Reverend Mother.

Sister Ulrica, I have the feeling there's another unspoken problem that's

distressing you.

I don't understand.

Don't build even higher walls to your life than are there already.

How perfect life is.

Thank you.

To be back with my wife, under my own roof.

You sound rather possessive.

Why not, when both are so beautiful?

Which reminds me, we've been invited to a real pre -war pucker -do at Government

House. You know, gongs will be worn, all that kind of caper. So what I

suggest...

What on earth are you doing?

Please, not one lot.

Yes, so cool.

The last party I went to was, uh, Alice's birthday.

Anyway, what I suggest is that you go out and buy yourself a whole new

I've got stacks of clothes.

All of them hanging on you.

And, I mean, they're all pre -war.

Besides, you're a brigadier's wife now, my girl. So, here.

With my love.

And while you're about it...

Lash out on something a little bit frivolous.

I'm still dignified as befits my station.

Precisely.

For which I will personally provide a pair of nylons.

Nylons?

How?

Ask no questions.

Today, by fair means or foul, I must lay me midst on some medicine and that's

that. Must you?

Yes, I must.

And if you pull yourself together and come down to the centre and see some of

our wrecks, you'd be musting too.

Oh, goodness sake.

What's got into you lately?

You're like a wet week in Scunsel. Mind your own business.

Is my business.

Just because the hospital don't need you, no need to opt out of medicine

altogether. I see.

Anyway, I haven't the strength.

Oh, really?

Here's me, about to lug great bundles of old clothes with an arm that's about as

much use as a limp lettuce. Then ask one of the others.

Would that I could.

Kate's off to Tom, Maggie and Dot to the bungalow, Christina's nowhere to be

found, Alice has gone to the beach, and Metro Goldwyn is terrified of catching

something.

Which leaves, guess who?

Joss Holbrook.

You planned this.

Look, we're bursting at the seams as it is.

Including my own office, which appears to have been taken over by... Please get

off my back. That's us.

Remember? I said to you, you impudent pup.

Here, let me look. Do you mind? I can't even read a label.

And I hope you know what you're doing.

Amateur relief. Sentencing.

Whatever.

A rip -roaring showdown with the pals that be. But the way things are not

shaping up.

Now, don't you start.

I've got enough on my plate with a set tooth here.

And what's up with Dorothy?

I hear she was in a dreadful state last night. I'm not surprised considering she

was. It's going to be late.

What is going on?

If I can take the Japs, a few little bitches aren't going to make me turn

and run to God knows where.

Not at Edgeworth.

and a doilies and dainties. Do me a favour.

You mum about your little raffles.

Every little helps.

Later on, I shall flog that table and get some curtains.

And the chairs.

They're much more valuable.

No!

I shall never get rid of them.

They are my talisman.

As long as the rightful owner doesn't serve him.

I was probably dead.

You'll see. This place will soon be a right little palace.

What was my experience in wheeling and dealing?

Hardly the same product.

If you can sell yourself, you can sell anything.

And who knows, with Jake's contacts, I might even go in for a bit of black

marketeering.

There's no need to look so shocked.

We all have to compromise.

I don't know about you, but...

She, Ulricus, hardly our old sweet self.

You surprised?

Bricked up in those medieval hen houses?

Even so, she used to be, well, I don't know, more like one of us.

Not when she first arrived?

Maybe.

By the time I joined you all, she was mucking in like everybody else.

You know one of the last things she said to me before leaving the camp?

She was discovering her vocation as a woman.

Huh. That chance is out of that thing.

Well, that goes for the rest of us.

I might as well be a schoolboy chum, the way Stephen addresses me.

Come on, Holbrook, do this, do that.

I'll give him Holbrook.

Don't worry, Mrs. Lane.

I'll come with you down to the food office and we'll get it sorted.

You'll just wait until my partner relieves me.

Yes, who I've managed to corral. Ah, this is a great pleasure. The good

herself. And her new role as Cooley. Feeling a bit sorry for herself.

Oh, no such thing.

Oh, take no notice. Grace notes are hardly her strongest point. Here, allow

Oh, very kind.

This lot will come in handy. Now, pay attention, Holbrook.

I'm off to sort out a lost ration card.

But we've had a message for one of your roommates, Christina Campbell.

Oh, dear. That's right. Apparently some Chinese uncle of hers has surfaced and

is trying to find her.

Seems he's in a bit of a state, hurt or something.

So can we get her along to him? Chop, chop. Wait a minute, what's the address?

The address?

Ah, I've got it here somewhere.

Ah,

here we are.

Excuse me, Beatrice, I've got a client.

Anyway,

hope to see you later. I doubt it. You're writing?

Hang on, you're not thinking of leaving me here, are you? No, it's not.

Somebody's got to mind the shop. Well, that's all very well, but I... And if

some powdered milk arrives, pay for it.

Thank God my brother managed to get some of my money through from London here. I

haven't said I'll stay yet. Don't be silly. I'm not being silly.

Well, you could have fooled me, so over and out, as they say.

Hold on.

Why must I stay?

Why can't I go instead of you?

Shouldn't you be at the centre?

I just come from there to find you.

Me?

Now, listen.

Stephen has had a message.

Apparently from your uncle.

Uncle? You heard.

My mother's brother.

I can't believe it. I thought he was dead.

I haven't seen him since I was a child.

He lived up country.

I wonder if my cousin's with him as well.

All things are possible.

I thought I was the only one left.

Well, you're not, so come on.

Better warn you, though.

You may be hurt.

Hurt? Yes, but alive, so come on.

Oh, Val.

May 12th. Dreamed of treacle pudding.

May 13th. Treacle pudding again.

Plus kippers.

Hello.

Yes, yes, of course it's me.

Listen, darling, how would you like good old -fashioned treacle pudding for

dinner?

Oh.

I'll just have to understand, won't I? So how late will you be?

No, no, I won't wait up.

Yes.

Yes, I'm going to the bank right now. Yes, keep your hair on.

Nothing but a bloody messenger.

That's progress for you.

Cooley to sort her out in one hour flat.

Will you stop telling me what's what?

If your uncle's afraid to go to live patients, that's his business.

Why are you in such a hurry to get to my office?

I forgot to give Mrs. Ling her form.

Don't keep on about it. If you use your paperwork, you'll be the death of me.

Oh, still with us? Well, you asked me to stay. So how's it been?

Fine. In fact, I rather enjoyed myself than fully stretched, as you might say.

Oh, I'll lose my head next time and blast the thing.

Never the ham when it's needed.

Oh, let's have a cup. I'm absolutely parched.

Did the milk arrive?

Yes, yes, it's over there.

I told your clients to wait outside.

I hope that's all right. Splendid.

Oh, Christina's got herself in a prison kettle.

Stay down from having been beaten up. Oh, because he's on his job under the

I ask. Are you surprised?

The number of gams that have run up is quite reasonable.

No street lighting doesn't help.

I've even heard some Tommies have joined them. That certainly isn't on.

Because of now that the military are running the hospital, the uncle's too

afraid to go to our case.

We're the places that are one and only school.

Oh, never mind that. What the hell have you done with my file?

You have it locked, so don't look at me. And it's not your file.

And don't think you can speak to me in that. I speak to you in any way I

and if I'm dealing with rationing, then it is my file.

Then it's your responsibility.

Is this what you're looking for?

Mother... Of course it's what I'm looking for. Why the hell didn't you say

soon? I didn't say so soon because you didn't ask me, did you? Well, did you?

What's up with you all of a sudden?

What's up?

I'll tell you what's up.

I have just spent over an hour thoughting this god -awful shambles out,

it into some sort of order, and now look at it.

notices me on me. I thought I was the one going blind, but compared to you...

Blind? What do you mean, blind?

Oh, shut up!

Shut up!

Here.

Drop your specs.

I don't know what to say. Please.

Just... Just don't say anything.

Just now.

It's not true, is it?

Aren't you going blind?

Given a few short years, yes.

And I'd be obliged if you didn't say anything to anyone.

Is that understood?

B, don't go.

I can't.

It is my husband, or rather the lack of him.

None of the authorities will begin to even look into his estate until he has

proved dead.

Proved, do you understand?

But if it was some sort of crime he had committed instead of just... Look, I'm

afraid there is not much anyone can do except go on combing for evidence.

And mind his name might still be on some list, the Japs made of the dead. What?

Sailing that, I think one has to wait seven years or some such... Seven

years?

Seven years?

But I cannot even wait seven weeks.

What will I live on when already my account... I see.

After all, what am I except some refugee dependent upon the charity of others?

And how much more important are all the legalities compared with my suffering

and humiliation?

You look so different.

I am older.

We're all older, even so.

If you were only wearing that old nightshirt like you did back in camp,

as you are now, you'd look... I don't know.

A nun?

Oh, that too, but somehow more hidden.

Still, I suppose I'll get used to it. What count as we're together again? No

time it'll be like the old days.

The days are very precious.

Bits where?

The closeness and the friendship.

Us against the rest.

Now there is no need to be against anyone.

Oh, isn't there? They're still out there, you know, waiting for someone to

up. But with your help, I promise... Dorothy.

What? I'm here only to convalesce. A few weeks at the very most.

Then I must go where my order chooses to send me.

Perhaps even back to Holland.

But you've always said how much you like the East and its people. Indeed.

But God's will, not my will, be done.

And through that obedience I can grow ever closer to the love and

of my saviour. And further away from us. No.

Feels like it.

I'm sorry, only I was counting on you.

Is not your mother counting on your return to Edgware?

You were more of a mother than she ever was.

All she ever cares about are the neighbours and what they think.

And you do not?

No, not now. You know that. I am what I am myself. Take me or leave me.

If that is so, why were you so upset when you were called those names?

All that did was make me even more determined to stay.

You see?

It's not the same. It's not the same thing at all. Oh, I wonder.

You're going to be on the wall tomorrow?

Oh, right. Well, I'll see you then.

Bye.

B, what are you doing here?

I've been talking to the woman.

You used to work here, remember?

Yeah, of course.

Hey, are you all right? Some other bit.

You sure?

Go on, B.

B, you're enjoying the spectacle, are we? Oh, don't be silly.

Silly?

Why?

What's happened?

I heard you were... Went down to the centre. You're quite chipper all of a

sudden. Yes, well, I'm not now, so just buzz off.

Here, it's not something just for Stephen, is it?

Oh, on the contrary.

Everyone seems to be so full of their own plans of campaign. I might as well

bother.

Get out of my sight. And what have I ever done to you, I'd like to know?

Nothing. Nobody needs to do anything. They're all just there.

Everywhere you turn, joys of spring. Get up and go.

Honestly, I don't know what's got into you lately.

I really don't.

But all of a sudden, you're a... a right pain in the arse. Good. And just

because you're no longer in charge is no reason to opt out altogether.

We all have to knuckle under at some time in our lives, as I know to my cost.

Because if you think it's easy for me working in that ward with Tom looking

way he does, then you're more self -obsessed than I thought. I see. I doubt

Oh, how right you are. Oh, well, that is a change.

So why don't you pull yourself together like the rest of us have to and start

feeling sorry for someone else instead?

So this is the girl who thinks she can be a doctor, who thinks she knows so

about human nature that she can stand there and pontificate about matters that

she's too thick -skinned to understand in a thousand million years.

Well, all I can say is, poor bloody Tom!

It just lies on his beard.

It tears right through me.

And then he focuses and smiles.

Such a nice, kind smile.

As if he's an old man.

When I get upset and angry, I hit out at anything, however below the belt.

Thought has to come from somewhere.

I'm so jealous.

You've got your whole life in front of you.

Love, work, be needed.

Lucky Dorothy managed to get some rice from a guard.

Yamauchi again cut rations.

Very hungry.

Alice set with the letter for me. Why couldn't she bring it up with the

She'll close the door, please, and come and sit down.

One of the internees, Agnes, from your second camp, has made a complaint about

your behaviour with the guards.

So?

Your collaboration, so -called. So?

You're not making it very easy.

Neither did Agnes.

Exactly. Nor will she.

Which is why I think it might be better for all concerned if you were to change

your mind and return home.

At least there you would have the guidance of your mother.

Mother?

She'd have me tied back to her apron strings in five minutes flat.

Might not be such a bad idea.

For your own good.

My own good?

For other people's convenience, more like. Well, let me tell you, I'm not

shifting. Not for the likes of Agnes. Not flat.

And I'll see you do gooders. It's none of your business.

Isn't it super to get some letters at last? Super.

And guess what?

Mummy's sister has promised that when I get back, she's going to present me at

court. That I'll be a Deb. A real -life Deb in a white dress with feathers in my

hair. Rather her than me.

Be. Come down to the centre and allow us to make amends. The third just goes

here. Please.

Sure. Just let me be.

Oh, go on then.

Do what you like.

Who's your letter from?

Padre Dad.

Yes.

What's his news?

The Labour government is responsible for the fall in his congregation.

God being one of nature's conservatives, I presume.

Oh, I give up.

If anyone wants me, they can want me.

Fancy me kiss sister in the ACS.

Do you know...

Baptising her since she was sent off to the rest to a so -called auntie. And you

are an auntie, you are not.

Back home, they come in all sizes.

Real. Macy, Mum and Dad.

Any old bag wants to look after you.

What a country.

It's smashing.

It's also very confusing.

Like that one over there staring into space like some kind of female Buddha.

Hey, up.

Seen a ghost or something?

My mother's dead.

She was bummed in the paper shop together with Mr Bright.

He used to sell me comics.

Oh, no.

It was two years back and I never knew.

Still!

Saved her from hearing she'd lost a grandchild.

It is evidence, vital evidence, if only for those who've died and can't bear

witness. Think of your friends, Rose and Blanche.

You still...

I had no right to read my diary.

Look, I happened on it by chance, that's all.

By the time I realised what it was, well... Anyway, I thought you said it

burnt.

The first one was. Oh, isn't that rather splitting hairs?

So is your apportioning of labels.

Dorothy was nothing but a tart. Maggie, the next best thing. That's right, it is

a distaste.

Are you surprised?

Anyway, as far as our department goes, whatever they've been up to is too petty

to be of interest, not our concern.

Perhaps.

But they are mine. Oh, for God's sake, Marion, isn't it time you let up?

If it ever gets out that you and they are... Friends, it's a risk we'll have

take.

You're making things very difficult for me. No, the war did that.

And you're quite determined you're going to use it. I have no choice. Not now I

know what's in it. I see.

I suppose it'll go the rounds of the department, if only to pick out the

plums. Please, Marion, have a heart.

Rather think that's my trouble.

Like a lift of ruffles.

Well, you might have mentioned it before.

My car will be here in a couple of minutes, and I don't want to be late.

Laugh the bloody war.

Well, I've just got to get my hands on some medicine. Come what may.

Look, just to keep it under lock and key.

And after penicillin.

Well, it comes in all sorts of strings.

You can't just dole it out like a twink, you know. What credit is this for the

little sense?

We've got a retired Chinese doctor who comes in to help us. Not a word.

As if.

And before you say anything, I'd help out if I could, but just lately I seem

spend all my free time on the ward.

Sister would come to rely on me.

Says I've got more experience than all the rest put together.

I don't doubt.

How is your Tom?

Oh, dear.

He found out that a friend from camp's in a mental ward instead of all right,

I said.

Oh, Lord.

So now, if I tell him anything good, he gives me this look as if I'm just being

kind.

About this fan of silly.

He'll be very concerned all of a sudden. He's got a relative who needs it.

Well, why can't he come to casualty like the rest? He worked for the Japs.

Only because he stayed on in his job. Nothing else.

Oh, as far as you know.

You'd think it was easy for him.

He suffered too, you know.

He looks like an old man, even though he's only 50.

Besides, he is my uncle.

And unlike you Europeans, Chinese families take care of their relations,

whatever they've done.

I'm not a European.

Are you still British?

Or so are you.

I'm beginning to wonder.

Will you stop being so sweetly sympathetic?

She was your ma.

So you keep saying, look, if we don't get to the bungalow soon, it'll be too

late to see.

I'll be still there.

What do you want?

Well, just to see you, that's all.

Oh.

Well,

that's quite natural for you, I suppose.

I don't see why not.

So how is everyone?

Hunky -dory.

Any news of when anyone's going home? Nope.

Home?

Nothing's happened, then?

Apart from Dorothy being attacked by some internees who accused her of

collaborating. That's appalling.

Well, not really.

She was upset at the time, but she seems to have got over.

And her mother's died, killed in some air raid. Dead.

There's also many.

Don't worry, that doesn't seem to have affected her either.

Anyway, Ulrica's here to give her... Ulrica?

Ulrica's here? In Singapore?

Around the corner in some convent or other. Ah, Ulrica.

Oh, she's alive.

Not her any longer, but alive she certainly is. I didn't even have an

Dear God, I've been in some kind of limbo.

Happens to us all.

The medicines for the centre, right?

Right. Then they're on me.

You're a good boy.

Not according to most.

Oh, stuff the most.

Besides, us minorities must stick together.

You a minority?

Don't make me laugh. Black sheep of the family, no less.

70 -odd years struggling to get out of the clutches of the respectable. And

some of us struggling to get in.

Not quite the ticket, don't you know? Public school, but... My mother was

Indian. Oh.

That's what gives you that certain je ne sais quoi.

Joss Holbrook, if you were only 20 years younger... I'd still give you 10 years

to pack it in.

Right, then.

I'm off to old buggerlugs with a glad tiding.

Not that he deserves it, the little slave driver.

Come on.

I'll give you a lift.

Don't worry, I was going that way to pick up some more furniture for the gang

the bungalow.

She was always hugging her bib so I had to pull it down.

At least you're crying.

Not only for Violet.

No, you're crying for your mum.

I never really loved her.

She was always talking at me, never to me.

Always do this, do that. Dorothy, how could you?

Lacking's one way of looking.

Especially if you don't understand someone.

You are a bit of a mystery, even to me.

She must have hated the bombing.

All that dust.

My house is my pride and joy, she used to say.

And now it will be yours.

Yes, I know.

It wasn't half bad, either.

Even my stupid bedroom with its Mickey Mouse brains.

Dad put it up just before he passed over.

That was one of her expressions, passed over.

If somebody fainted, that was passed out, but never from drink, of course.

That was not being very nice.

She had an expression for everything.

There's Dorothy and her mother.

And then hearing about you.

So cut off from the others at home.

We cannot always choose where we must be.

Any of us.

No.

But I still feel my place is with those who need me.

And your husband does not?

Wouldn't know.

All he seems to care about is his wretched crusade against the Nips.

Forsaking all others.

That is the vow that you made before God.

It is also your duty.

Duty.

So why are you staying in your cloisters?

Why, you wouldn't even come and see me, or at least stand word. You knew where I

was. But it's not fair.

Relationships seldom are.

You were a lovely pianist once.

You used to play this at the downbeat.

Boyfriend, I presume?

Sadly, no.

Had an affair with the girl downstairs.

Yeah. Monica and I were all set to go to U .S. of A to march with the poor

whites.

Poppy, her name was.

Long legs, but a bit short upstairs.

Got the medicine.

You never did.

Want a bet?

Oh, well done.

Let's celebrate.

All things are possible.

The one and only time I'm not averse to being laid.

Look,

if I can come down here when all I ask is to be left alone just to keep you

company, then you can go back to Clifford.

What now?

Write your diary.

Maggie and Dorothy will have to be told, you know. It's only fair, considering

what's in it. Yes, that's better.

Oh,

to earth, but that's me to do such a stupid thing as to leave it lying about

alone. In terms of justice?

Why not?

If it helps put Yamauchi and company behind bars, then it's the best stupid

thing you ever did. Don't you start.

I think of all those medical supplies that they deliberately kept from us.

If we'd had the vitamins alone, then half the women who died would be alive

today. One pot of yeast, one less grape.

Don't.

I don't know if we're going to break it to them.

What? Maggie and Dorothy... Well, let it happen. They'll know you didn't mean it

to be found. I wonder, since we've got back here, I wonder if I understand

anyone anymore.

Oh,

there you are.

Had a good day?

Interesting.

Yours? Oh, up to my neck, as per usual.

Still, at least you're back before I've gone to bed.

And asleep, also, as per usual.

So, how about a drink to celebrate?

Thank you.

But no, I want to be up early to alert Dorothy and Maggie.

About what?

About the diary.

Is that absolutely necessary?

No, but I feel I owe them an explanation.

Good manners, if nothing else.

If you'll excuse me.

But of course.

So now you know.

If you see Maggie before I do, will you tell her or will you leave it to me?

Well?

About the diary, how they've got it.

Don't worry.

I'm terribly sorry. I am, I am really.

Never would have happened if I hadn't had to rush out of the bank and the damn

thing had fallen off the chair so I didn't see it.

Didn't say much in it.

Not really.

Just the odd bits about you getting fooled and stuff.

Giving English lessons to Shinya.

Said how nice he was.

Sure I did. Must have.

Won't look too bad. No need to go on.

Oh, hello, Marion.

Sorry to interrupt, but the lorry's come to the chairs.

The chairs?

Dorothy's special find, her Regency treasures. Oh, no. Oh, yes.

The owner showed up suddenly last night and demanded them back. Too sweet.

So back to their rightful owner they must go.

Still, plenty more where they came from.

Not the same. Not the same thing at all.

Have you ever heard of omens?

Mrs. Bennett.

So, what have you been up to?

As if you didn't know.

Bloody hell.

So, this Agnes made a complaint to the powers that be.

Oh, my dear.

And there was the news of your mother's death?

Yes.

But what was really the crunch was Marion's diary.

She told me how many important people, strangers, were going to know what I

One.

You know, right away I started imagining how I could win them over.

Dorothy sacrificing herself for her baby's eggs.

For medicines for the sick.

And I suddenly saw... So much for finding myself at last.

Not caring what the neighbours think.

And that being so... There's no point in my staying, really, is there?

But the housing...

Edgeware. It will be empty.

Just as this is.

The Japanese, they took everything.

Mm -hmm.

Everything.

More than we knew.

So it's back to Edgeware the day after tomorrow, if they can find new birth.

It will be so lonely for you.

No more than usual.

And at least I'll be able to make my own mistakes together with my own life,

what's left of it.

Try not to be so bitter.

Why not?

There's one thing that the last four years should have taught us. It's that

everything is not for the best in the best of all possible worlds.

With God's help it can be.

Then why don't you look happier and more content?

I am still struggling against the sin of self instead of giving my whole mind

and soul to God. But you?

You must continue your search for your own true self.

I don't think I have one, not anymore.

Besides, I'm a survivor, and survivors change according to where they are and

who they're with.

That is not true.

I'm afraid it is.

Can't be helped. We can't all be like you. You think I am a rock?

You wear to me.

So please.

If you can, give me your blessing on my new adventure.

With all my heart.

And try not to be so hard on yourself.

God and his love will go with you.

And with your honesty.

Goodbye.

days and a lot of hard work can do.

I congratulate you, Maggie, considering you're not even going to live here.

Go on, say something.

If a job's worth doing, in fact, I've booked a waiter. And before you say

anything, it's on me.

Don't want to let the tide down with a brigadier of a guest.

You don't take to him, do you?

Too much like a head boy.

And here speaks one who was publicly expelled.

And before you ask, it was something to do with a chambermaid.

Oh, how delicious.

It was, rather.

Hmm. Oh, well.

As for our little enigma, though I says it as shouldn't, our Dorothy will be

going out in style.

I'm glad you took my advice in the end. I didn't. It was my own decision.

Even better.

I hate to think I'd forced anyone. Not my style at all.

Now, don't ask me how, but I've got you onto an aeroplane. It'll be at the

airport tomorrow morning, ten sharp. An aeroplane? That's right.

Thought it wise to get you away as quickly and quietly as possible under

circumstances.

Thank you.

No need to thank me.

Considering I could have been more sympathetic.

Understood a bit more how you felt.

Even I didn't, so don't kid yourself.

You're a rum one.

Now, don't forget there's £25 compensation.

I'm overwhelmed.

Dingy so -and -sos.

Mind you, there'll be plenty of organisations falling over themselves to

you settle in. I rather think I want to strike out on my own.

In fact, all of a sudden, I just can't wait.

Who invited Van Mayer? No, not me.

Ah, last minute!

Sorry we're late, but guess who gave away his shoes?

Exactly. Oh, a small contribution.

It's quite safe. I got it off the Navy for services rendered.

You're so kind.

God thought I'd clean it off on the bungalow today.

Then it would be overcrowding.

As long as I don't have to pay commission.

In other words, don't you dare take a cut.

A woman after my own heart, that one.

What a pity she's on.

So tell me, where are you going when the bungalow's sold?

Back to good old Raffles?

The girl's boarding school complete with prefects.

Oh, hell with that.

Look, I've got a spare room, so you're more than welcome.

You really mean it?

If it's helped, why not?

Helped?

To save what's left of my so -called vanity.

The money I get from this place, I shall turn the house into bedspreads and

become a landlady.

They tell me accommodation's like gold has popped with a bomb.

So, the new wind, the diary, you just haven't read it.

Please believe me, it will only be used against the Japs. Not quite.

So please, take a tip from one who knows, and one who really doesn't.

Not all Japs are barred.

So, had the best man to leave easy?

Try this with eyes.

18th of May, 45.

Jut again on punishment.

That's Lady Jocelyn Holbrook, no less.

Eight hours in the sun, eyes still closed, where the guard hit her.

Now, we're still waiting on you, Moochie.

Been in hospital with an ulcer, so let's just hope it doesn't kill him before we

do.

Come on, Sam,

pull your finger out.

Hold your horses.

As I was saying, Marion was a tough expression.

Bought the hospital quotas, negotiated releases from the old punishment hut.

You ought to be proud of her.

Well, there's a lucky girl, then. Fine husband, beautiful house, wonderful son.

Oh, tickety -boo.

Don't knock it.

Bea, please.

What is it?

No fuss.

You've lost my heart.

I won't be seeing much longer.

A couple of years.

Bea's going through a bad time at the moment.

Aren't we all?

I do believe I'm jealous of you.

We are all fools.

One way or another.

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