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What do you think you're doing? Take your hands off me.

You have him back. You give.

How dare you?

That's my personal property.

And I take great exception to being dragged from a friend's room and shoved

here as if I was some kind of gangster.

English women not belong such places.

I have a perfect right to go where I choose.

Watch that arm. He's that septic.

Where the hell are you taking him? To headquarters.

You two will come with us. Now move.

Quite outrageous.

Outrageous!

And I shall have no hesitation in reporting this to your superior.

You, there.

Whom I've no doubt will offer me an apology which I most certainly will not

accept.

Hold

your

horses!

What the hell's the matter? I'm coming, I'm coming.

What the hell's the matter with you? It was awful.

The police have picked up my uncle and they've taken him away.

Them? What do you mean, them?

Joss was with him. They found something in a hole, though. What shall we do?

Oh, my sainted arm.

She was picking up some black market stuff. Quick, chuck me that bag.

They're sure to come here and search.

Poor uncle.

You can see how they grabbed his bad arm and he looked so scared and lost.

Not surprised.

How was Joss taken? They were pushing him.

You think they're taken? Your guess is as good as mine. What with all the

detention centers laid out. Not forgetting dear old Chang.

I bought this stuff from a man in the market.

What man?

How should I know?

I see.

How long have you been buying this stuff?

time. How long? And before you reply, I do have other sources of information.

A week or so.

From the same man? No. Because you had to have a special contact, now didn't

you?

Didn't you?

I'm waiting.

They would hunt men in different markets.

Who's driving you on?

Law and order or the rickrack will go fat on other people's suffering.

It's not like that.

What they're trying to do is to help the poor devil who are too frightened to go

to outpatients.

Well, because there's something to hide.

Maybe they have.

Maybe they're just frightened of authority.

Because of their record.

Now, let's go back to the beginning, shall we?

How did you get your contact and who was he?

I don't know.

So why don't you just clap me in jail and...

Don't think I wouldn't.

Only you happen to be under Rapwee's care.

So let's get this over with, shall we? Who was he?

That's right. Turn your back and stare out of the window just like our

commandant.

I'm waiting.

I thought I was through with interrogations.

The ears of the Nipson.

Or that the Yanks when I was protesting in the Deep South.

Or that our own lot, banging us into pokey time and time again.

How do you mean?

I was a suffragette.

You know, trying to get our dues like the folks.

So why don't you go the whole hog, tubes, funnels, force -feed me till I

choke?

Dominica anywhere, have you?

They're shipping her back to Holland.

If only.

No, Smithers wants her.

Thought she might prefer to be interviewed about her internment here

the judge advocate building.

What about me?

Don't you worry. I told him you were far too run down to give any evidence yet.

How dare you?

How dare you assume I'm not up to giving evidence when it's the one thing that's

kept me going since this bloody war decided to end itself?

So, I got this tip -off that it's shaggy back to normal. Chop, chop.

In fact, rumor has it, they're holding more looters than collaborators, and

know what to do with it.

Not to mention black marketeers.

Naughty.

Anyway, they need someone to clear up the shacks and stuff put up by the POWs.

In such a state, even the rats move out.

I've managed to pull some strings, so it's odds on the contract's in the bag.

Surprise, surprise.

There are three types who survive in the East, my girl.

Legitimates, ne 'er -do -wells paid off to stay away from home, and those who

are bright enough to work the system.

And good luck to them.

I've no luck for authority, wherever it parks itself.

How dare you be so impertinent?

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Van Mere. Only you are overdrawn to the limit.

However, if you would like to see the manager... I demand to see the manager,

and what is more, straight away. I'm afraid that's not possible.

But if you would like to join the queue... Queue?

I have just spent over three and a half years queuing in order to be given

nothing, and I see no reason why this time the results will be any better

this vent's ridiculous meanness towards me. If you... Coming in, are you? I told

you, not to ruffle.

And not that...

You spoke too much.

Can't you look where you're going?

Oh, it's you.

Hey, what's up? What's going on?

Oh, you're mad.

I can't do it. Just leave me alone.

What's your thing not about?

Search me?

Only something's thrown her.

Daft old bat.

Ciao.

Stop.

Sir Angled Road.

Always poking their nose in.

I demand to give my evidence. Demand. Do you hear me?

If anyone knows what went on and what we went through, then it's me. And if you

think I'm not up to it, then you've got another thing coming. Please, Dr. Mason,

I couldn't be more delighted.

So why don't we make general headings before we... No drugs, no vitamins, lack

of food, lack of water, no sanitary arrangements, no facilities for burial.

on. I must have buried hundreds, hundreds, and with my bare hands.

And as for the walking wounded who'll never get back their health, whose

injuries you can't even see, why, they must go into their thousands.

And all the time, there were our medical supplies that they kept...

Honey, none at all.

I'm here only out of kindness of my heart to a favour for a friend.

A poor woman who is much too ill even to leave her bed to get a logo out into

the street.

Oh.

Oh, that's better.

No point in old Stephen seeing me like this.

Even in camp, I never saw you so upset.

Only because it was so unexpected.

Should have known better.

What will they do?

Not much, considering we're off back home.

If rap we get some move on.

Do forgive.

So, have you heard anything yet?

No.

But I have a feeling it will be back to Holland for a refreshing cause.

What, for heaven's sake?

For heaven's sake, I have to learn obedience.

I've taken too many decisions upon myself.

Don't say how.

Attending Sally's funeral, not stopping Dorothy from doing such a dreadful

thing. No power on earth would have stopped her. If I had told,

Miss Hassan would have done so.

Turned informer.

So, worst things?

To take one's own life or the life of an unborn child?

It's only that when you love and understand the people... Ah, there's the

The vow of obedience is not easy for one of my character.

Not easy for any of us.

Ah.

But I am a nun who dedicated myself to obeying the word of God and those put in

authority over me.

It is only now that I'm beginning to question.

To be sent away when I'm needed so badly here.

Forgive me.

For what?

My thoughts entirely.

Our own refugees, what they have lost.

And they're getting all the help they need, not a young Nellie.

My God, the powers that be have a lot to answer for.

So our job is to see that justice is done.

To collect and collate the evidence so that when the trials begin, there's no

hold -up. Is that clear?

Oh, quite, sir. Spot on.

Sorry I'm late.

I've been getting a bellyful of Dr. Nathan.

Boy, once you got going, there was no stopping her. That's what I like to

What about that young 'un over there?

I rather thought we'd leave her.

Just coffee.

You know what rappers like about us not harassing them, and, well, she is a bit

young. Even so, no harm in asking.

She's more your generation.

Why don't you cut across there and test the water?

Me, sir?

She won't bite.

Besides, I want a word with the colonel in private, so make yourself scarce.

Yes, sir.

Absolutely.

Honestly, they get younger by the day. He can't be more than five years older

than my boy. He had a major to boot.

Excuse me.

Harry Alderson -Bennett, at your service.

How did you... Alec... Alec Courtney. I wonder, might I sit down?

Only there's something I'd like to ask you.

Oh, please.

Most kind.

Now, it's about your giving evidence.

And with so many leaving on the boat in just a few days, I want no dragging of

feet. Is that understood?

Quite.

So what about that one?

Not got around to it yet.

In which case... Miss Thorpe.

Sir, I went and phoned Jake to alert him, but he already knew.

Oh, look at this place. I mean, just look at it. These aren't famous for

up after. Those damned hooligans.

But be grateful they didn't find anything.

No, quit thinking.

What does it matter?

All I can think of is my uncle and what they're doing to him.

And they tell you nothing?

Only that he's being held.

All he did was stay on in his job in the civil service to get the extra rights

rationed for his son.

I can't stand not being able to do anything.

How right you are.

And seeing that the best means of defense is attack.

I'm off to the Straits Times to demand an article on why we're forced to

for what we need. And if they dare to suggest I go through an official

I shall personally stuff them up it.

That's the spirit.

And what's more, I shall come with you. You will not.

Just one thing that gives me the pip is anyone trying to nanny me, especially

you.

The mountain won't come to Mohammed.

Oh, this is a pleasant surprise. All the visitors I've had, what do they think?

I've made a bit of a fool of myself.

Ah.

It's this evidence business.

See, I found I couldn't stop.

On and on and on I went, spewing it out, when I finally stopped to draw breath.

What's -his -name was sitting there staring at me as if he were stunned.

And so?

Well, I... Suddenly I saw myself through his eyes.

Half -crazed, middle -aged woman obsessed with her pound of flesh.

I don't regret what I said.

Gave him every miserable detail, blow by blow, whole bang shoot.

And now you feel bad?

No, no, not about that, no.

It's just I made everything so personal.

Whereas once I used to pride myself on how objective I always was.

Only where your work was concerned.

Do you think so?

What about the wise Beatrice? The woman whose opinion was sought on every single

occasion?

As now, all I notice anybody takes of me, I might just as well be wallpaper.

Perhaps we are both too caught up in worries about ourselves.

Yes, more than likely.

In the camp, everything was so straightforward because we were fighting

lives.

But the fight for ourselves, that is a different matter.

You're not happy, are you?

Happy?

To be happy, one must be sure. You have doubts?

Of God's purpose for me, yes.

If I was a believer, I think I'd ask myself, what is it I do best for him?

I love the East, and I love its people. I feel as if we've had fun so close.

Love is never wrong.

No.

Only what we do with it.

If you make Tom better, I promise I'll give up wanting to be a doctor.

I'll just look after him for the rest of my life.

Forever and ever.

Amen.

I like this place.

Don't you think of the times it must have been ransacked?

Japs and looters and now the police.

No doubt the good monk could have added a tale or two.

I've had a sneaking regard for Buddhists.

No side film.

This stuff ain't half bad.

Presented, I might say, by Mrs. Ling's husband.

And I was sorting out the ration cart. We are the wheeler dealer.

One thing Changi taught me, if nothing else.

Tell me, how was it?

Up and down.

Oh, don't be coy.

If there's one thing that gets my goat, it's that.

Besides, we're both in the same boat.

Who?

In some ways, it was very much like a public school, only a million times

No privacy, nothing but chat.

Even the way we behaved, the kind of jokes we cracked.

Only this time, we were grown -ups, which is what made it somehow obscene.

Don't tell me.

Choir practice, discussion groups, lots of privileges for letting down the side,

and a leader instead of a prefect to see that we kept up to scratch. Exactly.

And the extraordinary thing is, it just about kept us sane. Most of us, anyway.

I often used to think, and spent your time for that in the sick bay, not to

mention the punishment hut, that when everything got quite too much, the best

thing was to concentrate on some small, ridiculous detail.

Like that interrogation this morning.

Kept noticing the scurf on the bugger's collar.

Made him human, I suppose.

Just about.

Or that.

It's our faults and not our strength that are so much more endearing.

Talking of which, you look absolutely washed out.

Are you surprised after the day I've had of it?

In fact, I hardly keep my eyes open.

Then don't.

Plenty of places to keep down here.

Half of Singapore does.

In fact, can you take my bed and I'll dust down on a mattress?

Still doing the public school bit, I see.

Oh, please, for once.

Don't spoil a gesture.

No.

I know it's your first letter from Ben, but how many more times are you going to

read it?

Well, what's he got to say for himself?

First. Such as?

Such as summer halls, autumn term, subjects he's taking from a trick.

Oh, yes, and he's saving to buy a bicycle, a racing bicycle.

All as it should be.

To his mother?

After all these years?

What would you like him to say?

That he missed me. That he can't wait to see me.

Goes without saying.

Very British.

It's what we are.

Might as well be a letter to a distant relative. Which, of course, I am.

across the world, half remembered.

Nonsense. He just can't expect himself on paper, that's all. Few boys can at

that age.

So it crossed your mind he could be afraid of meeting me? No.

Then, of course, it could be the other way round.

Yes, well... I suppose we're almost strangers, him no longer a child, and

Anticipating the worst.

Just being a realist. If I learned anything in camp, it was to be that. I

What were you before, may I ask?

A child living in her own dream world.

That's not true, and you know it. Isn't it?

Sheltered by loving parents, given away by her father into the safekeeping of a

man he could trust to cherish his daughter till death us do part.

Except the war did that instead.

Parting.

And peace seems to be following in its footsteps.

If you say so.

Seems to be the way it is.

Tell me something, going back to England, are you going to or running

I would like to know. Most of me can't wait to see him. That's not what I

All right, then I can't tell you because I don't know. All I know is I'm afraid.

Years of longing, and now... Now this house, us... I feel so alone.

As for meeting Ben...

And you think the rest of us aren't?

God almighty, I haven't stopped being afraid since the day the war started.

What might have happened to you? Whether you were alive or dead, and if alive,

what those bastard Japs were doing to you? I do know. No, you don't know.

Because I found you and I'm still afraid because you've changed so much. I don't

know what you want anymore or how to help you. You can help by not dwelling

the past, not asking any more questions about the camp.

It's my job.

It's personal. Of course it's personal. Every time I look at you, I... You see

the enemy much more than you see me.

That's not true. You see Sato, you see Commandant Yamouchi. No, I see you.

And I see how much you've suffered.

And sadly, it's not going to get any easier.

Yamauchi's here.

He's under lock and key.

Now, I don't know. Doesn't he ever file anything?

Yes?

Don't tell me the great interrogator's having a line.

More likely mucking up his own office at headquarters.

I wish he would stop using mine like a dustbin, dumping his things on and in my

desk. My heart bleeds for you. What have I done to deserve you?

Damn and blonde.

Right, all right.

Wrap me off his raffles, yes.

Yes, yes, yes, she's one of ours.

She... She... What?

I see.

And you want me to have a word with her? Oh, surely, wouldn't it be better

coming from you?

Or if you say so.

Phyllis Cordelia Jane, it's not your day.

Anyone remember how to spell pandemonium?

C -H -A -O -S.

Oh, it's you.

No need to ask where you spent the night.

No. And if you're worrying about my reputation, don't bother.

Just reached an all -time low.

At least I haven't yet stooped to lying.

Are you referring to me?

Don't be absurd.

So, when I was down at the streets of Times Office, guess what? What were you

doing down there?

Never you mind.

But there was a Dutch journalist hanging around.

Very attractive he was, too. We got chatting.

Apparently, one Metro Goldwyn gave him an interview which was published.

Sir? Went something like this.

I was often punished for the many times I resisted the enemy.

and if many times I risked my life for my companions and to obtain information

from the natives... Liar! ...on the terrible forced march, even though I was

dying, I gave up my stretcher so that others might be able to rest. Others?

What others? We couldn't prise her off the bloody thing.

Van Meyer, I want you out of my way.

Right, where's Van Meyer?

He's gone to the grill room. Right!

I see you've been told.

Just about.

Had to get medicine from somewhere.

Caught with black market goods.

Consorting with a suspected collaborator.

Refusing to give your contacts to the police.

Causing a disturbance at the straight times.

Well, need I go on?

Not if you don't want to.

You're old and you're frail.

Well, you're old anyway.

Despite which you have managed to cause more trouble than the rest of the

internees put together. Good.

Please.

If I managed to wangle you a lovely large cabin all to yourself, wouldn't

just go home, say, tomorrow?

Over my dead body.

My place is here, and easy. I shall remain until the rest of us leave

and that's flat.

Is it quite finished?

No, and I never will.

Oh, I give up.

Joss Holbrook.

Consider yourself severely reprimanded. Not your fault. It doesn't stop them

landing me in it. Oh, bloody liar.

How dare you? It can't be such names. You don't by any chance have a drink, do

you? I think we may need it.

Right. Now, re -article Dutch newspaper.

And do please correct me if I am in the slightest degree wrong.

Were you ever, on any occasion, punished for even the smallest show of

resistance to the enemy? No, you were not.

And did you ever...

Ever risk your skin for any of us at any time during the whole of those three

and a half bloody years?

No, you did not!

And did you ever, even once, give up your stretcher without us shoving you

it, even to those who were damn well dying? No, you did not!

And why?

Because you are a selfish, self -indulgent, cowardly liar.

who has only ever considered her own comforts for the whole of her miserable

useless life.

Well, aren't you going to have aesthetics like always you usually do?

Steve.

Of course it was in the punishment cell.

And what's worse, when Nurse Bridie O 'Hara kept grinding on about how she was

neutral from error and why couldn't the nips work out the difference.

Oh, Lord, Nurse O 'Hara.

Well, don't tell me she's still chunting on.

At the Fleabew Hotel, thank God.

Oh, can't you tell? Looky, I had a morning, noon and night.

Anyway, after I was let out, they shoved in Blanche, Blanche Simmons.

Well, by all accounts, it's quite a girl.

Read about her in Mrs Jefferson's diary.

Of course.

You do know all about it.

So, tell me about Blanche.

Caught smuggling in food.

To me, amongst others.

So they battened her down.

The only thing was, she'd bury, bury.

The kind that fills you up with water.

Ever heard the bury, bury song?

It's the wailing sound they make just before they die.

Not very pretty.

Anyway, that was her number up.

They were dead for hours before they found her and flung her out.

Unrecognisable.

I see.

Bloody hell.

Do you like to call her today?

I wouldn't mind.

Why don't you go and get yourself a stiff drink?

We can finish this later.

I never meant to tell so many stories, but the journalist, he was so

sympathetic.

No, not quite the ticket, all things considered.

No. Mind you, my dear, after all you've suffered, I don't doubt you weren't

quite yourself.

Chaps went the same way, don't you know?

And who's a chap to blame them?

But now I am to be put into silence.

Ah, non -speakers, eh?

So, fair dues.

Got to balance things out.

I don't think I can take much more.

No, my dear.

You just keep your pegger up. They'll come round, you'll see.

I do know, my dear, I've seen it all before.

Where's Joss?

Gone off to Jake's.

Seems they've searched him as well. They'll not find anything. He's much too

fly. Oh, there you are.

What's so urgent all of a sudden? Hold on, I'll go and get Metro. No, don't.

Don't!

No.

Very well, but be sure to tell her. Tell her what?

Yamouch is here.

He's in Changi.

So?

Well, I thought you ought to know.

That's all.

Who cares where he is, so long as he's under lock and key.

I wonder if a sod would be more appropriate.

How could you?

Sod? Well, he wasn't all bad.

Well, you found that bandit, didn't you?

What about the takings out from batterings we all took, not to mention

So he was heartless, but isn't everyone during a war? How do you mean?

The British, for instance, even before the fall of Singapore, isn't true.

Think so?

So how about when the Japanese were almost in the suburbs and the British

refused to arm the natives?

That they weren't reliable enough.

And when at last the guns were handed out, they held the line until they were

massacred brave as lion.

I didn't know.

There's a lot more you don't know.

Like the Japanese have always hated the Chinese.

Even forced them to pay ransom just to stay alive.

And now my uncle is in custody just because he's Chinese.

That's not true and you know it. All I know is that most of Europe had to work

for the Nazis.

The French on the railways and such. The Belgians. The Dutch staying on in their

jobs. Even the civil service. But are they behind bars?

He'll be let go, you'll see.

Oh, yes.

And they might even say it's all been a ghastly mistake.

But he'll never be the same again, and neither will I.

If you'll excuse me.

I must go after her. No, I'll go. She talks to me.

Being a colonial?

Yeah.

I've dedicated myself to saving people's lives, and I hope to hang them.

I think I need some fresh air.

Marion,

would you mind if I joined you?

Of course not.

Say him again, please.

What is happening?

Yamouchi's here.

Dominica, what is it?

I have been stupid as always.

I gave an interview to a paper and made myself out a heroine.

Is that all?

It's not a joke, even though I am.

All those terrible years in the camp, I was so afraid.

But I still wanted to be brave.

Just as I wanted to be a good wife.

I was so pretty.

And now I feel so ashamed.

There's no need.

I couldn't have done without you.

So, I gave the girl Phyllis as good as I got.

Told her I was staying until I went home with the rest, and that's that.

So, how about you, then?

I shan't go home.

Not even for a visit?

Well, what to?

A younger sister I didn't even like and can hardly remember.

Besides, London, my London's gone.

The city, Café de Paris, even the club.

So, what'll you be up to?

Oh, this and that.

What does that mean?

Seeing Monica's nephew, for one. Checking he's all right.

Sorting out Cousin Lizzie's estate.

He got done in in one of the last air raids.

silly woman. Oh, you never said.

Why should I?

Anyway, it seems she left me a bit, so arrangements have to be made.

Hmm. All right for some.

A bit late to do me any good.

How about coming back?

We'll see.

Good riddance.

Mm -hmm.

I've decided I'm not going to give any evidence.

You've got my diary. That's more than enough.

Sorry, but only the whole truth is enough, and that means every detail, and

know it. Including the good things Yamouchi did.

Good things? He was sometimes kind in his way.

Perhaps you'd like me to recommend him for a medal.

What sort of kindness was it when he refused to fit the drugs they were sent?

For God's sake, Mary.

Think of the women and children that you buried with your own hands.

It wasn't all bad, not compared to Seto.

Seto is dead. So Yamauchi is to stand trial for him as well.

Tell me something. Are you deliberately setting out to undermine the course of

justice? Only I would like to know. What kind of justice is it when you discount

anything that could be said in Yamauchi's favour?

It's a murder.

You, more than anyone else, might know that.

All I know is I don't want to say one more thing in case it'll be twisted.

I see. Well, if that's really how you think we work, perhaps it would be just

well to remain silent.

Ah. May I, ma 'am?

Or perhaps you wish to be alone. That is the last thing I would wish for. Ah.

Ah, boy.

The pudding thing.

Thank you.

Ah. Still brooding on that interview to the newspaper, I hope? No.

I have just been talking to Colonel Smithers. Ah.

War crimes.

Didn't bully you, I hope? No.

Indeed, I was able to tell him everything he wished to hear. Ah.

I only hope that this time it was the truth.

Well, as long as you told him just how it was.

With all the stories I've made up, I'm no longer sure.

Why should I feel so guilty when I hate the Japanese more than anything in the

whole world? Well, that's the price of peace, my dear.

War equals anger, peace equals forgiveness, or so we're brought up to

And what's more, it returns us to the dashed muddle we've made of our own

including all the things we've done that we're ashamed of.

Not much room for righteous indignation then, is there?

How very wise you are. Just very old.

Oh, quite old.

When sometimes I feel so young.

Another drink?

Thank you.

Shall we make a move?

I can't sit here all night.

Let's go home.

At least there we can talk in private.

What about?

We've said all we have to say. Any more and the gap will just grow wider, won't

it? Sir?

Mrs. Jefferson?

Sorry to interrupt, but there's something I think you ought to know.

Well?

Oh, excuse me. I'll go and see how Dominica is.

Oh, come on, man. Don't make a meal of it.

Christina Campbell has requested a visit to Yarmulke.

Is she by joke? Well, the answer's no.

As it's virtuous.

Name one?

One of our men will be listening in.

Fetch me a couple of chairs.

We've got a visitor for you.

None of that. Let's just have it in English, shall we?

It's less of a bind for me.

If that's what you wish.

Sit.

Without thought.

Thank you.

You are well?

I'm well.

And you?

I have food and water.

I brought you some biscuits. Sorry, miss. Part of the rules.

I'm sorry.

And your friend, J .R. Wells?

Very well.

Dorothy Bennett has left for London.

If there's anything you'd like me to do... Is that permitted?

There is nothing.

I thought you might need some paper and a pencil.

There is a bird that comes.

It will much like the little pieces.

I have named it after my grandson.

You've had word of him.

No.

We must bow and trust to the kindness of the gods.

I have tried to put the sin of self behind me, to accept without

question the obedience of the discipline of the church.

At first I thought I had succeeded, but the memory of the other camps I

was in, the decisions I was forced to make for myself,

if I am truly honest.

I cannot accept that they were always wrong.

Kintyre, Scotland.

That's foxy done.

Honestly, you'd think after a lifetime of writing my brother would get a sight

less difficult. No.

Couldn't even bring myself to tell him about Monica's death.

Then what would he understand?

Things that are very painful, difficult to speak of. Quite so.

The loss of your husband, eh?

My husband? No, I was not thinking of that loss.

Then what?

For God's sake, Dominica, you look utterly bereft.

If I tell you, you will say nothing to the others. What if you don't want me

No.

Looks so very bare, don't you think?

But then you have to give something as security against a loan when you have

spent all your accounts.

Now I have nothing.

Nothing in the whole wide world. Come on.

It's hardly that tragic.

I mean, for one ghastly moment, I thought it was something really

is to me.

Maybe, but it's only money. You have always had so much. What do you know

how it feels to be without?

This is nonsense.

I can let you have something, at least to redeem the ring later on. No, I

be beholden.

Oh, come on.

Between friends.

Friends? What kind of friend is it who tells Beatrice of my stupid article in

the first place?

Not to mention the rest of them putting me into silence.

No sign of friendship there, is there?

Put like that?

No.

No, there isn't.

All I know is that whatever I do is wrong.

And why?

Because I'm the silly Mrs. Van Meer who is good for a laugh and not much else.

But I will tell you something.

For some of us, money is the only comfort that we can have.

And at least it never lets one down.

If it comes out, I'll go for a walk.

Then I'll... do something else.

Are you that good?

What about?

You don't help.

Tell me.

I'm 30 alone and single, that, do you?

I thought it best not to get involved.

How shall I put it?

Going in as I do for passing fancies, here today, etc.

Thought I was being considerate.

Letting you be.

Don't tell me you're afraid of hurting me.

Something like that.

Oh, with a condescending little so -and -so.

Not really.

For some odd reason, I happen to like you.

Dorothy Morto.

You wouldn't by any chance like to go to bed?

I thought you'd never ask.

That's for the wash.

Seems funny somehow not to have bugs.

Hilarious.

What's this about Metro being sent to country?

After what she said?

In my young days, she would have had her mouth washed out with soap.

Even so.

She's a bit low at the moment, and this on top.

Right, I'm off.

Anything to post?

Yes.

And give my regards to Stephen.

Right.

I'll do that.

Mrs Van Meyer?

Are you through?

I'm so sorry. I didn't know you wanted it. Please forgive me.

Look, this other business.

I'm not taking back a word I said.

However, what's done is done.

Let's just not make a meal of it, shall we?

For God's sake, woman, go and put some muck on your face. You look an absolute

fright. Thank you for telling me.

Pull yourself together!

It's marvellous, isn't it? I can tell everyone else what to do when it comes

myself.

You don't do things by arms.

I like to concentrate.

So.

Here's to the next time.

Just so long as we keep our freedom.

So.

Tell us more about your wicked part.

Get out of school.

Then got hitched to a rich and older alcoholic.

Couldn't take it, so I joined a shipping line as entertainment officer.

Rich pickings, that.

Finally, landed out here for my sin.

And the war?

Told you.

In the Swiss passport, everyone's your friend.

Yeah.

Barnard Raffles told me he was smuggling news about how the war was going.

Which is why I suppose I'm accepted now.

So.

How about your beginnings?

Now it's a glamorous.

Mining town.

Poverty.

Two brothers, three sisters, all younger than me.

Mum conking it out when I was 11.

Made her go on.

That would have been easy.

Dad and me, we co.

I looked after the little ones.

Quite the little mother.

What do you mean by that?

Why the hell am I telling you all this?

I only asked.

To make a long story short, Dad chopped himself.

The rest got sent to Wales.

And I went to work in the mill.

That satisfy you?

Excuse me, Miss Bristow? Yes. I am Sister Ulrica.

Oh, how nice to meet you. How is your splendid Reverend Mother?

Very well. She has asked me to say to you that she's arranging a picnic. So if

you would like to choose six of the younger children, she would be most

include them. Oh, very thoughtful of her.

I wonder, might I go up to see my friends?

Feel free. Everyone else does.

However, by this time, I should think you'll find them in the bar.

Oh.

It's hardly a den of iniquity.

No, of course not. I'm just being foolish.

I might see you in there myself if I can get this lot sorted out.

How nice to see the young ones enjoying themselves.

A friend of the Brigadier's, I believe.

I don't know about that, but he works for you. Oh, very suitable.

Marion, where's the Brigadier?

Working late, as usual. I'm waiting for him to pick me up. Oh, I'm hanging on to

Stephen. Talking of whom, where the hell has he got himself?

I think I saw him going upstairs.

Sneaking above, no doubt.

Honestly, his feet.

Wish he'd wear socks.

Oh, it's you.

Oh, it's me.

Oh, I'll get you a chair. No, no, Mary, it's all right. I feel very daring.

Absolutely intrepid.

And to what do we owe this honour? I've missed you. Just?

Look who I've dragged down. I'm sorry.

There you be.

So the mountain has finally moved. Here's a seat.

Stephen Wendell, can I present our very dear friend?

Oh, Charlotte.

Now, where can we sit down? Now, shall we join Christina?

And what would you like to drink? Would you like coffee, tea, lemonade, gin

sling? Gin sling? Yes, right.

I would just... Sit here and enjoy being with you all. Now, tell me all the

news. What is there to tell?

We're still waiting for Ratcliffe. Suppose you know that Yamauchi's in

Singapore? So we're told.

Yamauchi's in Singapore? I visited him this morning.

He asked after you all, and I said you were well.

And why should you wish to do that?

Sometimes he was kind.

What's he now?

Tell me, are you all to give evidence?

We won't be giving any evidence.

Oh? I too have decided not to do so.

Forgiveness is what is needed now. Don't you agree?

No, not really.

I suppose we must all choose our own paths to follow.

Quite, but I should have thought... Christine has been having a bad time

recently. First she discovers her long -lost uncle.

They clap him behind bars.

He's in prison? Yes, working for the Japanese. Only for extra rise? And that

for his son?

Would you like me to visit him, to take him some food?

Would you? It would be my pleasure. I thought you weren't allowed out all that

much. What are you doing here? I've always been allowed out.

Only sometimes, sometimes we can build our own prison.

Tell me, Christina, your uncle and his son, they are your only relatives?

Only my uncle has survived.

And your cousin?

He's dead.

Just 17.

Executed for collaborating.

Executed? By the Japanese, for smuggling rice into Changi for your lot.

The British prisoners of war.

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