Original subtitles

FURNACE ROARS

CHILD GIGGLES Wee!

BIRDSONG

Oh, it's a really lovely shop.

They have such beautiful things.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Make the text a deeper shade, brighten the colours.

Add mystery.

Hm.

But apart from that, it's perfect.

"Mystery", he says. HE CHUCKLES

Hear that, Meher?

The boy wants mystery.

There was a time, Vincent, when I told you what to do.

FURNACE HISSES

ΒΟΥ ΜΙMICS CHUGGING TRAIN

Choo-choo-choo-choo!

HE YAWNS

Choo-choo-choo-choo...

Time to work!

Vincent!

Hm? - The train is cancelled.

Aw.

See what I've done right here?

I like a wet brush.

Not too much paint, looks transparent.

Like glass!

FATHER: Then, I add colour.

Your mother never drew a single thing.

She had all her designs in her head.

Now we make it.

Looking alright to you? - Looks great!

Now the fun part.

Now we surround it in clear.

SIZZLING, HISSING

Easy. See?

Mm-hmm!

HE SIGHS

Now you. Blow, Vincent.

But... it will burn me.

Only the other end will.

Blow, son.

You've got good lungs, thank goodness.

HE LAUGHS

Get some air. You've done well.

HE CHEERS

TRAIN CHUGS

WHISTLE BLOWS

SHIP HORN BLARES

HE GASPS

Hello, Djinn! Are you there?

DEEP GROANING

You sound grumpy today.

Why are you grumpy? - Hey!

Hold on! - Malik!

Time for tag, let's go.

We won't let you win this time, Malik!

Malik! - DISTANT LAUGHTER

HE SIGHS

HE GROANS

I don't know why you want to play with those boys.

You are not like them.

Maybe if I went to school...

What do you need to waste your time at school for?

All a glassworker needs to know is how to make glass

Read and write and know your maths and chemistry.

But I want to--

I'm already teaching you those.

Hmph.

Vincent?

Vincent. VOICE ECHOES

Yes, Pa?

The sketches and designs you want to exhibit...

You've got to sort them.

The gallery needs time for the catalogue.

Oh. I'll see what I can do.

Not too shabby.

HUMMING

Oh. The Djinn.

Uh...

Wh...?

Hm?

HE SIGHS DEEPLY

WOMAN (VO): Dear Vincent.

I hope this letter finds you well.

I know I didn't leave on the best note.

Look at me! Always thinking in music.

I'll never forget my first day in Waterfront Town

When I ran off on my own

And first came upon the glassworks.

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING

I had never seen something so beautiful.

BELL RINGS

It was magical.

DOOR CLOSES

HE GASPS

Isn't it curious?

How I found my way to the glassworks just in time

To rescue that crystal flower

And happened to meet you?

Some may call it...

BOTH: Destiny.

Alliz! Alliz!

Where is that girl?

This isn't a game!

SHE GASPS

Here!

BELL RINGS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Finest materials at the best prices!

You there, sir! No, mine are the best prices! -

Come on! Come and get it!

No, I saw them first!

SIZZLING

Pa, may I have some gulaab jamun?

Shh.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

Pa, tell me how you and mother met.

I think you know that story better than I do.

Please, Pa!

HE CHUCKLES If I must.

Well, your mother was-- Was a glassworker! -

That's right, Vincent.

And she came to your grandfa-- - My grandfather!

...grandfather, seeking employment.

He had never met--

Met a woman who made glass before!

Correct, and had no intention of hiring one until--

She showed him some of her work.

It was the best that he had ever seen!

Yes, you always enjoy me telling this story.

Go on, Pa.

You see, your mother was a born artist.

Your grandfather was smart enough to recognise that

- and he... DISTANT CHATTER

WOMAN: There they are. Are they here? Let me see.

INDISTINCT WHISPERS

CHEERING

Hey! – HEAVY FOOTSTEPS

ALLIZ (VO): Papa had been posted to the province

To ready it in case the war moved south.

Everyone expected great things from him.

But it wasn't easy being Colonel Amano's daughter.

The whole town had their eyes on us.

Go away!

We don't want your war here! Get out of our town!

Hm.

Hey! Why don't you be quiet?

Show some respect for our army!

FATHER: The Great Ravine is disputed territory.

There's great mineral wealth

And some of the finest agricultural land.

We claim it, so do they.

So we go to war.

Idiocy.

But... whose land is it then?

Vincent, the only land that concerns me

Is that on which our glassworks stand on.

And the beach below

With its fine sand.

Hm.

Find anything?

I asked you to throw this in the furnace.

Hm?

The furnace is only for glass.

SEAGULLS CRY

SHOP BELL RINGS

ALLIZ (VO): Papa could've asked for a posting to a big city.

But on an army reconnaissance trip

He came across Waterfront Town.

He said it had a calm, welcoming charm to it

And liked the idea of bringing us there.

I was more excited by the music department

In the town's academy.

SNORING

Ahem!

Colonel Amano, Mrs Amano! How delightful to see you again!

Good morning, Principal Bhatti, and lovely to see you as well.

I do hope that we're not too early?

Indeed not. I cannot abide latecomers.

Ah, and this must be Alliz.

Welcome to our school, dear.

How do you do, Principal Bhatti?

Ah, here is our Head of Music, Professor Ansari!

Good day, Alliz. I am looking forward to hearing you play.

SHE CHUCKLES

SHE SIGHS

SHE PLAYS ENERGETIC VIOLIN MUSIC

Who is she?

I've never seen her before.

It's that colonel's kid, isn't it?

Is it? - Oh, yeah.

My mother says he used his influence

To get her into the music programme.

My mother says your mother knows everything.

Sadia, if you close your flappy mouth

You'll hear how good she is.

ENERGETIC VIOLIN CONTINUES MUSIC

She's... amazing.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

DEEP GROANING

Djinn?

Is that you?

DEEP GROANING ECHOES

DISCORDANT STRINGS PLAY

Are you following me?

I thought your fiddle was the Djinn

Wailing in the sea cave.

Sounds like it's got a bellyache.

This is my violin, not a fiddle!

And if anything sounds like a bellyache, it's you!

Hey! - SHE GIGGLES

EERIE WAILING

There's the Djinn now.

I... I don't know what that is.

A djinn? Mm-hmm. -

Hey!

Djinns are spirits created from smokeless fire.

They have special powers.

ALLIZ: What do you mean, special powers?

VINCENT: Djinns can shift between their realm and ours.

They can turn themselves into animals

And sometimes even humans.

Once, I thought the mailman's cat was a djinn.

I thought I saw smoke coming from its mouth

But it was only a fur ball.

Ugh, it was disgusting!

SHE GIGGLES

Some djinn are good and some djinn are bad

And most every town has one.

Our town's just happens to live in this cave.

ALLIZ: Is this djinn a good one or a bad one?

VINCENT: That's what I'm trying to figure out.

No matter what, it keeps people away from this beach

And away from the sand, so that's good.

ALLIZ: What's so special about the sand?

What's so special about the sand?!

Don't you know it's the best sand in the world?

Oh. Uh... is it?

It's why my great-great-great grandfather

Started the glassworks here.

It's made from silica. That's why it's so white.

ALLIZ: What's a glassworks got to do with sand?

VINCENT: You mean you don't know glass is made from it?

How can glasses and bottles and roses...

Be made from this?

Oh, Alliz!

You know my name? - - I...

The sand is melted with some other things.

There's a formula

But it has to be just right or it will crack.

You're making this up.

Well... maybe I could show you? - BELL TOLLS

I've got to go.

Bye, Vincent!

You know my name.

Mm, so good.

Mm, it is good.

BOTH: If you can cook sand, you can cook anything!

THEY LAUGH

Pa?

Mmm?

Colonel Amano's daughter doesn't believe

You use sand to make glass, and I was wondering if...

You want to invite the Colonel's daughter over here?

What can you be thinking, son?

Imagine if she got burned by the furnace

Or she got splinters in her hand?

Her father would shut us down. That's what the military do.

Alright, Pa.

And so, Professor Ansari has given me

A few pieces to help me catch up

Because at my last school-- - CASE THUDS

Ah, ah, ah!

Ugh. Behave, you!

Did you ever think of learning the flute?

SHE CHUCKLES I wish

But this was in the attic, and I didn't have a choice.

My father says if an instrument is taller than you are...

ALLIZ: Hey there!

Alliz!

What are you doing here?

Deliveries for Pa.

He makes glass things, doesn't he?

Uh-huh.

Penni, this is Vincent.

Good afternoon, Penni.

And he says glass is made from sand

And I don't believe him

So he's going to prove it and show me the glassworks.

Oh. - When shall I come?

I...

Now? Tomorrow? Next week?

Friday. Come Friday.

Can I come too?

I don't think so.

I don't think you'd enjoy it, Penni.

Hmph.

FURNACE HISSES SOFTLY

It's like the sun lives in there.

I used to think it did when I was little.

It's so hot in there but it still takes ages

For the batch to melt and for all those bubbles to clear.

See? There's already some in there.

Make something!

I've never made anything on my own before

But... I guess I could try.

No, you'll burn yourself!

Only if I'm not careful.

We call this a "whimsy", something just for fun.

Whimsy...

Vincent, that's amazing!

BELL RINGS

Hello!

Vincent, I'm back!

Huh? - Vincent!

He wasn't supposed to be home yet!

Hi, Vincent, I'm back!

FOOTSTEPS THUD Hello?

Didn't you hear me, Vincent?

Colonel Amano's daughter...

Alliz.

How do you do, Mr Oliver?

If you don't mind, I would ask you to leave, Alliz.

Should I go to my room?

What do you think?

Hmm.

Hm!

Mm. Not too shabby.

BOY: What's he doing here?

Oi! Brought me something, have you, glass boy?

Careful! - Let's see.

Hi, Vincent!

Hello, Alliz. – Good afternoon, Alliz.

What am I? Invisible?

Huh? Say something, Penni?

You... know him?

Vincent is my oldest friend in this town.

We go way back.

Come on. I need some gulaab jamun.

Haha! Yes! – Sure, why not.

Ah, delicious.

Goodbye, boys.

Bye, Tariq!

TARIQ: Kader, Hafeeq! Wait!

You can see a thousand worlds.

One day, I'll make you something really, really good. I promise!

A thousand worlds.

THEY CHUCKLE

THEY LAUGH

PLANE ENGINES ROAR

Hi!

Hello!

PLANE ENGINES DRONE

SOLDIERS LAUGH

ROMANTIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC SWELLS

And give it everything now. Feel it.

Hm?

Malik!

TRIANGLE DINGS

FATHER: Tumblers. That's all anyone wants these days.

You've used a different colour. - We're out of copper.

Army's sucking up everything they want.

HE CHUCKLES Maybe I should make tumblers.

No one learned a thing making tumblers.

LONE VIOLIN PLAYS "SOLITUDINE IN B MINOR"

Papa, did you really like it?

How could I not?

Oh, how I wish I could play like you.

But of course, that can't happen because--

Your father, the General

Says soldiers don't have time for violins.

Er, yes.

That's exactly how it is, Nadia.

It's time you were heading for your bed, Alliz.

ALLIZ (VO): Papa instilled in me a love for art and music.

He worked so hard to protect us all.

I would do anything to make him happy.

I was always so proud of him.

Even as the war conditions worsened

And the enemy gained control

He did his best to keep morale up.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right...

HE GASPS

Squad, halt!

Reza, you take over! - Uh-huh. Yes, sir!

About turn!

MALIK: Mrs Amano!

Look who it is, Alliz.

Good afternoon, Mrs Amano. Oh, hello, Alliz.

Good afternoon, Malik.

You look so handsome in your Junior Guards uniform.

Doesn't he look handsome in his uniform, Alliz?

ALLIZ: Mm...

We were just about to have chai.

You must join us. I insist.

I think I was one of the first boys to join

When the Guards began recruiting here.

What a noble young man you are.

Oh, I know!

And I aim to make the--

Fresh baked this morning, Mrs Amano.

The fresh apricot cake for which we are famously famous.

With your compliments, of course.

Of course!

Well, I'm honoured to have the wife and daughter

Of Colonel Amano in my cafe.

Indeed. How delightful, Mrs Popalzai.

We thank you for your kind gesture.

HE MUNCHES

Mrs Popalzai, Pa sent me over with your tumblers.

Vincent?

MALIK: Hey! Look, everyone!

It's the son of that cowardly pacifist!

CHATTER QUIETENS

MAN MUTTERS: Pacifist's son...

What a disgrace.

We don't want your kind here.

GLASS SHATTERS

But, Pa, it's one of your favourites!

You always refused to sell it, you liked it so much.

You must have colours to work with.

Pa? - Mm?

The Junior Guards...

What about them?

Most of the boys in town have joined.

Their parents should know better.

Huh?

Mother, come look!

What on earth...?

Out of my way, Leena! – Sorry, madam.

Alliz!

Papa! Darling!

How we missed you!

I have a gift for you, Alliz, something befitting your talent.

A very special violin.

An important general wanted it as well

But I beat him to it in a game of carrom.

There's a man's name in here.

Alliz, that instrument is a spoil of war.

To own such a fine violin is rare.

Don't think too much about it.

Just be grateful.

ALLIZ (VO): Whenever Papa came home, it felt like a holiday.

But now I realise war isn't a holiday.

It's a disease

That spreads and infects everyone.

Nineteen thousand, four hundred and thirty-five.

Take away one thousand, four hundred and nineteen equals...

KNOCKING ON DOOR - What the devil?

Open up, Mr Oliver.

Yes, yes, we can hear you.

HE SIGHS

Colonel Amano?

You have no right showing up-- - I have every right.

I'm here to discuss business.

Business?

I have no business to discuss with the army.

At ease, men!

At ease.

It would be very wise for you to listen, Tomas.

Here.

Perhaps we should keep your son out of this.

We have no secrets, and never will.

DEVICE WHIRS GENTLY

What is it?

I've never seen anything like it.

That's because it's a secret.

It's called a quicksilver rectifier.

It will help in the powering of our army's new

Amphibious airships.

GLASS CRACKLES

As you can see, the glass in these casings is compromised.

Surely you will know how to rectify this

A master glassworker like yourself.

Just listen. We will not help build these weapons of war.

Is there no way you can be persuaded, Mr Oliver?

What do you think?

Let go of me, you brainless cannon bait!

Let him go!

Vincent, no!

Don't even think about it, boy.

Let go! Let go of me!

Tomas Oliver, you are to be sent

For training in the National Army

And sent directly to the front line.

You... You wouldn't!

VINCENT: Let... me... go!

Vincent can't stay here on his own!

He has no one to care for him but me!

And he's not ready to run the glassworks.

So the happy solution to this is...?

Very well.

But I want something.

He thinks he can bargain with you.

All the special materials I need

For Vincent to complete his apprenticeship.

Tools, chemicals...

My research says only one type of glass

Can be in the furnace at a time.

Making sculptures and homewares will slow down production.

TOMAS: As you will appreciate

The glass for these casings is of a special formula.

This venture is top secret?

I was getting to that.

TOMAS: And these rectifiers would greatly benefit the enemy

If they were ever to gain possession of them?

Obviously.

If we trade as usual, it would be a good cover, wouldn't it?

Hm.

Everything for the manufacture of the casings

will be provided...

and...

what you have requested.

METAL CLATTERS

CLATTERING

TOMAS GRUNTS

Careful... now.

Yes... Pa.

TOMAS AND VINCENT GRUNT

Argh...!

ROCKS SCATTER

Grab it now. I got it.

THEY PANT

HE WHISTLES

MACHINERY WHIRS

We're... a part of it now.

I'm sorry, Vincent.

EERIE WAILING

FAINT CHATTER

Hm...

LOW RUMBLING

BOY: I heard something.

GIRL: What is it?

Are we... Are we being attacked?

AIRSHIPS RUMBLE

Look there.

See the markings?

It's alright! They're ours.

AMANO: Congratulations, Mr Oliver, Vincent...

your casings for the quicksilver rectifiers

met with great approval by our army's engineers.

Vincent had nothing to do with them.

I see the shelves are fuller since my last visit.

May I have a closer look?

FOOT THUDS

Try not to break anything.

There is a calmness in this one

and the colours are lovely.

How was this achieved?

Copper for the blue, the green from iron.

I have to congratulate you, Mr Oliver, it's quite exquisite.

I didn't make it, Vincent did.

He has his mother's talent.

I must have it.

You'll have to pay for it.

But of course.

How could you have bought something from that pacifist?

HE SIGHS My dearest

a 14-year-old boy can hardly be called a pacifist.

Vincent!

The sculpture is a gift for you both

as I have some disquieting news.

The war is not going well.

Our garrison at the Great Ravine is depleted

and the enemy has regrouped.

As a consequence, I, and most of my battalion

will be heading north

leaving tomorrow.

You're going to the Great Ravine?

Alliz, a number of Junior Guards will be coming along

to function as orderlies and messenger boys

including your friend, Malik Khan.

DISTANT SHOUTS - SEAGULLS CRY

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Listen!

Listen up now! I have something to say.

Citizens. I am here as a soldier

to thank you for the sacrifice you have made

in letting us take your sons and brothers

husbands and fathers to...

And daughters!

Of course, and daughters... off to war.

The enemy is more determined than ever.

But they must not underestimate our love for the lands of home.

I promise that I will endeavour

to bring your dear ones back safe and victorious!

CHEERING

It's time, my love.

I almost envy you, getting out of this place.

AMANO: Not now.

Alliz, I'm doing this for you.

What are you saying?

Going to war.

For me? That's ridiculous!

One day, I will earn you.

Earn me?

- WHISTLE BLOWS All aboard! Final boarding!

Papa!

No... – Time to go!

Papa, please don't go.

Please don't leave me.

Be my brave girl now.

Brave girl. – But, Papa... -

AIRSHIP WHIRS

Magnificent work, Vincent.

Thanks, Pa.

BELL RINGS

Oh, I'll go. DOOR CLOSES -

I need to breathe.

Alliz?

Hello, Vincent.

Are you sure you should be seen here?

We're not popular.

SHE CHUCKLES

So many lovely things.

Did you make this?

How did you guess?

No need to guess.

And this? - Uh-huh.

My father bought one of your pieces.

One of the very few we've sold lately.

Are you making something? Maybe I could see?

Last time I visited the workshop, I was thrown out.

SHE GASPS

Oh.

Oh, uh, that's not possible.

Just a peek.

Pa, we have a visitor!

Huh?

Look who's here, Pa.

Alliz Amano.

I... erm...

Ahem.

Good day, Mr Oliver.

HE SIGHS

Miss Amano...

Would you like to join us for chai?

HE CHUCKLES

ALLIZ PLAYS ROMANTIC TUNE

SHE LAUGHS

ROMANTIC TUNE CONTINUES

INAUDIBLE

CLAPPING ECHOES

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

VINCENT LAUGHS

...and Principal Bhatti tried to catch it!

Why didn't she just open a window and let it fly out?

She did, but it didn't see!

So then it flew over Principal Bhatti's head

And as she looked up...

Guess what? - It didn't!

It did! – THEY LAUGH

Shh! Show some respect.

QUIET SOBBING

You two shouldn't be seeing this.

None of us should.

It's nearly curfew.

Why don't you get yourselves back home?

LOW RUMBLING

AIR RAID SIRENS BLARE

BOMBS WHISTLE

Agh!

Alliz, this way!

Under there!

BOMBS WHISTLE

LOUD BOOM

GLASS SHATTERS

LOUD RUMBLE

PEOPLE WAILING

Vincent!

LOUD BOOM

Let's go.

We should wait for the all clear.

That's what we were taught at school.

I was scared.

I was scared, too.

I've never seen a bomb before.

Pa will be wondering where I am.

Mother too, I think.

The market is quiet.

TUMMY RUMBLES

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, I wouldn't mind some gulaab jamun.

Malik is always saying how he misses

Mrs Abbasi's gulaab jamun.

Malik? – Uh-huh.

It must be horrid for him being so far from home.

So far from...

How is he always saying it?

What?

Oh, he writes to me sometimes

Though not for months and months.

But then, neither has Papa.

How long has he been writing to you?

Not recently.

He was very homesick after he left

And Papa asked if I wouldn't mind writing to him.

And I suppose one day you'll marry him.

What are you talking about?

Did a bomb hit you on your head?

You'll marry Malik Khan

And you'll be an army wife, just like your mother!

What's wrong with that?

My father is a brave man

And so is Malik going to war, not like...

SHE HUFFS

Go on, say it.

Don't you tell me what to say

And don't you tell me who I'm going to marry!

I'm not going to marry anyone.

I'm going to be a great violinist.

But for all your fantastic musical ability

You will never be an artist.

I'll never be a... what do you mean by that?

You only interpret what someone else has written

You do not create.

What I do is original, from my imagination.

I play the violin with all my heart

And have been promised a place at the conservatoire

In the capital once I finish school.

Alliz... that's wonderful.

- You may be an artist, Vincent You...

But at what cost to your country?

You think that...

I'm a coward?

HORN BLARES

You can have this back.

HE SIGHS I'll walk you home.

WOODPECKER PECKS

NADIA SOBS

Alliz! The soldiers have been looking for you.

It's alright, Mother, I'm here now.

Alliz, we've had news.

Your father is missing in action, believed... killed.

No!

FAINT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

Good day there, Vincent. I heard about your exhibition.

Congratulations. Thank you, Khizer. -

My wife and I are going to make the trip

To the capital to see it.

We're so proud of you, Vincent!

Many thanks, madam.

No charge, Vincent, in celebration.

Appreciate it.

HE SIGHS

ALLIZ (VO): I couldn't believe Papa was gone.

Every time he left, he would find a way back to us.

He would always look forward to my music

So I kept playing... for him.

Well done.

You might just be ready for the recital.

On the night, there will be one solo.

Because of her outstanding talent

It will be performed by Alliz Amano.

Thank you, Professor Ansari.

Fantastic, Alliz.

AMANO (VO): Oh, how I wish I could play like you.

VINCENT (VO): But for all your fantastic musical ability

You will never be an artist.

BELL RINGS - HE YAWNS

Good morning, Tomas.

Good morning, Dom.

You can leave now if you've brought me any bills.

HE LAUGHS

Only the messenger.

Who's writing to Vincent?

Mm, yeah... I noticed that.

I'm invited to Alliz's recital. She's arranged a seat for me.

TOMAS: "Invitation must be presented as proof of entry."

Fancy.

YOUNG VINCENT (VO): One day, I'll make you something

Really, really good! I promise!

No! No, no, no, no.

Vincent? – It's not possible.

We've run out of gold!

How can I make the body and the legs and the clasp?

Maybe it's behind there.

No, it's not there either!

What about there? No, no!

Now, now, son, we'll think of something.

Plenty of gold here.

You wouldn't melt Mother's headdress?

TOMAS: With weak lungs like hers

She should never have been a glassblower.

But she understood her talent, and its place in her fate.

It's what she would want you to do.

This jacket has been mended so many times.

Maybe I can find something else.

Short of wearing an old dress of your mother's

That's the best we've got. You look presentable.

Vincent.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Ah, thanks, Pa.

Go have yourself a time to remember.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Er, halt.

Please, I'm late! – Stop right there, you.

Miss the news about the curfew? - You a soldier?

No, I...

We've had reports of unidentified soldiers

On the outskirts of town

Possibly deserters wanted by both sides.

SHE SCOFFS Likely dangerous and desperate.

We've been ordered to be on the lookout.

You a deserter, are you? - What?

No. I've been invited to the recital.

Hey, I know you, your father's that lunatic.

Who invited you to the recital?

Alliz Amano, the Colonel's daughter.

The Colonel's daughter invited you?

Right here, look.

What's that you've got there?

Hm? Let's see.

CROWD CHATTER

My tummy is jumpy.

BOX RATTLES

Careful! - Give it back, Sharif.

But I don't know what's in it.

Just give it back!

APPLAUSE No, not yet, don't close them.

Don't!

Fine, you can go.

Oh! Er... could I have the invitation back, please?

You mean this invitation?

- Here, take it. No! No!

What is the matter with you, you fool?

What's the matter with me? Think about it.

How can someone like him be invited to the recital anyway?

Him and his cowardly father!

It's probably fake!

What if it isn't? - I didn't think about that.

LIVELY STRING MUSIC PLAYS

SHE SNORES

Er... ahem.

Good evening. I'm here for the recital.

You're late! - But I...

It only just started

but I suppose I can sneak you in the back.

Invitation? -

the guards stopped me by the station.

They took it!

No invitation, no entry.

We've been advised to be extra careful.

There are deserters around!

But Alliz Amano invited me.

No invitation, no entry.

She invited me specially!

No invitation, no... - No entry.

Understood.

Hmph!

ANSARI: Here she is. Mrs Amano, please, speak to her.

Alliz? What's the delay? It's time to go on.

I just need a moment.

Think about all the people waiting to hear you play.

The daughter of Colonel Amano.

Do you want to let them down?

I don't.

Or Papa?

Then go out there, Alliz, and play for Papa.

APPLAUSE

Ladies and gentlemen, after hearing our young performers

I am sure you will agree

the future of our country's music is in sound hands.

And now, I would like to introduce

our finest, Alliz Amano!

APPLAUSE

Someone once...

LIGHT LAUGHTER

Someone once told me

a person is not an artist unless they create.

I wrote this.

SHE PLAYS MOURNFUL TUNE

ALL CHEER AND APPLAUD

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING

SHE PLAYS LIVELY TUNE

The deserters?

SHE GASPS

Colonel Amano...

LIVELY VIOLIN MUSIC CONTINUES

CROWD MURMURS

SHE GASPS

SHE GASPS

ALL GASP AND MUTTER

Papa!

ALLIZ (VO): I'm sure you heard the story of Malik's bravery

the way the newspapers told it.

CROWD MUTTERS

But it was much more than that.

THUNDER CRACKS

Platoons from my father's battalion

already battle-weary from years of fighting elsewhere

were deployed for a last push for control of the Great Ravine.

It was a prize which no side was willing to surrender.

Take heart, men

from the bravery of those who have gone before.

Bit of a tall order.

You said it.

MEN YELL

Onward, men! Onward!

LOUD CLATTERING - MEN YELP

Come on, keep moving.

Argh!

No! - Reza!

Move! - Fall back!

JET ENGINE WHINES

Colonel Amano...

BOMBS WHISTLE

THEY YELL

No!

HE GASPS

Colonel.

Colonel, I'm here. I've got you.

HE COUGHS WEAKLY

Son... the men?

Naveed! It's Kader!

AMANO GRUNTS

SEAGULLS CRY

ALLIZ (VO): Malik brought Papa back to us.

I owed him everything.

WOMAN: Take a look at what heroes look like, darling

because you won't see one in the mirror anytime soon.

AUDIENCE MEMBERS GUFFAW

BELL TOLLS

Penni! Tariq!

Oh! Good afternoon, Vincent.

Alliz... where is she?

Uh...

She's leaving town

with her family...

and Malik.

KNOCKING ON DOOR - Alliz!

Alliz! - What on earth?

Let me speak to Alliz.

She is not here.

The Colonel? May I speak to him?

That won't be possible.

Let me speak to her, please!

CHAIRS SCRAPE

Argh! Let go! Let go of me!

Alliz! Alliz! Come on!

Let me go! Argh!

Off you go! - VINCENT GROANS

Mother? - Hm?

I heard yelling.

Nothing to worry about, Alliz.

Just the soldiers chasing off a stray dog.

SHE HUMS A TUNE

FIREPLACE CRACKLES

I hope the noise didn't upset you, Papa.

EERIE WAILING

FURNACE HISSES SOFTLY

I'm going to help you.

Do what?

Alliz... I've lost her because of this war.

I want it over with.

We need to increase our production.

We've discussed this.

I don't want your help.

You have your own work to be getting on with.

Then I shall run away and join the army.

Hm?

Put this in the rectifier batch.

It will help temper the glass.

MOURNFUL VIOLIN TUNE PLAYS

VIOLIN MUSIC CONCLUDES

A spoil of war, like me.

STRING TWANGS

What happened to the markhor sculpture?

I sold it to Dom.

You mean the mailman?

Why would he want something like that?

Present for his mother.

BELL RINGS

Alliz?

How do you do, Mr Oliver?

Is there anything I can help you with, my dear?

Well, I...

Vincent isn't here, I'm afraid.

I don't know what's got into that boy these days.

Oh, that's fine.

Could you please give this to him?

Mm-hmm.

We're leaving tonight.

I... I understand.

I'll give it to him tomorrow.

We have some urgent deliveries--

Thank you. For everything.

You're always welcome here, my dear.

Hey, hurry up! Let it down!

GLASS CLATTERS

Easy! Easy!

Vincent... you've been acting very odd lately.

GUARD: What's going on up there?

We've got to get out of here.

Hey, Oliver! Lower the crate, will you?

What's wrong, son?

You can tell me.

These people and their war...

They all look down on us.

I'll show them.

I'll show them all.

Vincent?

What did you do?

I made some adjustments to their precious rectifiers.

VINCENT LAUGHS

ALARM BLARES

VINCENT LAUGHS

Vincent!

I know things have been difficult

but don't let your hatred consume you.

We need to be better than that. - VINCENT GRUNTS

Argh...!

I only wanted to stop them from taking off.

What's going on up there?

Get it back up!

Hey, bring that back!

What do you think you're doing?

EERIE WAILING

Agh!

WOOD CREAKS

What have I done?

I'm sorry, Pa. I'm sorry, Pa.

Oh, my son...

This is ridiculous.

Huh? - DISTANT RUMBLE

BOMBS WHISTLE

Go! Get us out of here!

Pa, throw it over! We'll destroy them!

Wait!

Vincent!

Wait!

Argh!

TOMAS WAILS

GLASS SHATTERS

TOMAS SOBS

Pa! VOICE ECHOES

BOMB WHISTLES - - Vincent--

AIR RAID SIRENS BLARE

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING

ALLIZ (VO): I miss you, Vincent.

I'm sorry for how I made you feel.

You were never a coward.

You were right. SOFT CHUCKLE

To be an artist, one must create

because without art and music

what do we have in this world full of conflict and war?

I wish you had come to my recital.

I had a surprise for you.

By the time you read this, we would have left town

but I want you to know I'll be waiting for you.

I love you, Vincent.

BIRDSONG

SHE LAUGHS

Ladies and gentlemen!

It's that time of the afternoon

when I have to say something nice about the artist.

My son, Vincent Oliver.

Many of you may not have realised

that glass is made from sand.

Have you ever held sand in your palm

and looked at the individual grains?

What if I said to you that no two grains of sand

on the planet are alike?

How do I know this?

I don't!

For to know this, I would have to examine

every grain of sand on the planet!

And I'm not sure I have the time.

And you know, my eyesight isn't what it was.

But here is something I am sure of.

There is only one Vincent Oliver.

Only one person with his imagination

his skill and his passion for glass

and its infinite, magnificent possibilities.

Vincent... I pushed you to be the best you could be.

I hope it has brought you some sort of happiness.

Speech! Speech, Vincent!

Speech! Speech!

It's heartening to see you all here today.

Pa, thank you.

My teacher, my father, my friend.

My friend...

Glass was always going to be my life.

My mother, Meher, was a glassworker too.

One day, she walked into my grandfather's glassworks

seeking employment.

Her work was some of the best he had ever seen.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

SHOP BELL RINGS

I'll make us some chai.

Sounds good.

It's like the sun lives in there.

Huh?