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# Anything I dream is possible

# But only you can make it all come true #

Ah!

Stop, stop!

Kirsten.

Now, now, calm yourself.

There.

There, there, there.

Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

There, there.

She was alive when I left the house.

I hitched a lift.

It was a good car.

It was big. It was practically brand new.

The driver was in his 30s.

He was wearing a dark overcoat and a striped shirt.

And I saw the cuff, it was striped like pyjamas.

I'm sorry. Am I boring you, Father?

-If you had a name. -I didn't ask his name.

I didn't know I'd be needing it.

All your life, you've courted trouble

and never faced any consequences.

But you have to face the consequences now, Jack.

You have to.

I didn't kill her.

Please, find that man.

Find that man. He can prove it.

I didn't do it.

Perfect match.

And that's the last twist of the knife, Jack.

Your refusal to admit what you have done.

It was you.

Your fingerprints mixed with your mother's blood.

No one else's.

Yours, Jack.

I'd hoped that one day,

he might understand what he had done to us.

I'd hoped your brother might, one day, be sorry.

He wasn't.

But we forgive him because we loved him.

And now,

we have to look after each other and keep on living.

Michael? Christina?

These are your new sisters and brother.

Mary, Hester, and Jack.

You'll be very happy here.

A good bath, tea, and then straight to bed.

Aren't you grubby little tykes?

Everybody ready?

That's quite tight, Jack.

Smile, Mother.

So everyone knows we are happy.

Best faces, please.

Leo!

I'm off now.

Don't lose track of the time.

Bloody hell.

All the cuttings raked up.

All the cutting!

Yeah, ma'am.

I'll be checking.

There are, of course,

some concerns about the high risk of fire

should there be an atomic detonation in Britain.

But people must remember

that our homes are built very differently

to the domestic architecture in Japan.

There, the houses are made from light,

highly flammable materials, such as paper and card.

-And any schoolchild- -Kirsten?

Will tell you that paper and card

burn quickly and easily.

But here, in Britain, our dwellings are constructed

with stout brick and concrete.

Kirsten!

Why doesn't anyone in this house answer

when I call for them?

I didn't hear you.

My dress for this evening is hanging in my room.

It needs a press.

And will you please cover your legs?

Hosiery.

No one wants to see your chunky calves.

Yes, Miss Vaughan.

And no creases in the tablecloths.

Nearest stop to Sunny Point, please.

Hester?

Hester!

I don't know what you're smiling at.

It's my house now.

Hester?

Hester!

Hester!

Honestly, Hester, we're going to be late.

Right. In.

I do have to go to work after this.

I think fitting bridesmaids' dresses

is a teensy bit more important than stamping books

in a boring, bloody library, actually, Tina.

Oh!

Now look what you've made me do.

You ready for me, darling?

Oh, you need a shave.

Don't they sell razors in London?

-Where's your case? -I'll get it in a minute.

Well, well, the prodigal returns.

Let's round up the fatted calf,

slit its throat, and sport and play in its hot blood.

Philip.

-Mickey. -Good, you're here.

Finally.

Come.

Sorry, darling.

It's only London, Mickey, you could have got here sooner.

Mickey, this sham of a wedding

cannot go ahead and I'm relying on you.

I'm the only one that cares

that Daddy's marrying that bloody secretary.

Tina's like a ghost, Hester's playing the innocent baby.

It's as if mother never existed.

Well, you're cutting it a bit fine, aren't you?

I mean, they're getting married the day after tomorrow.

Daddy isn't thinking clearly.

He's just blinded by S-E-X,

which is all Gwenda's got, but that works in our favour.

I've got a plan.

You pay her a lot of attention and you flatter her,

let her see you looking at her.

At her curves.

Letting your eyes linger.

You makeup to her and then, well, you know?

-What? -You make a pass at her.

She responds, which she will, because she's a tart,

and we arrange it so that Daddy catches her and she's gone.

He throws her out and...

Oh, he'll be upset, of course, but he'll have us.

If he catches me up his fiancee,

he won't have me, will he?

Yes, but I'll convince him it was all her.

And you'll be completely forgiven

because he'll realise you are both just victims

of the same gold-digging slut!

Mary, you need to lie down in a nice dark room

for just about the rest of your life.

I don't know why I ever expected anything from you.

You never help.

You just swan off.

To Korea, to your new life in London.

It's all right for you,

but the rest of us have to stay here.

Korea was a war, not a bloody holiday.

Are you going to help save Daddy from Gwenda?

Yes or no?

No.

Jack would have done it.

Jack's not here.

Mickey?

Dear boy!

My best man.

Mary, isn't this wonderful?

He's come home.

Wonderful.

This gathering tonight,

I absolutely will not mind if you slope off.

There's so many people to thank

and since the wedding itself is only going to be us...

Do you think it's too soon?

The party?

Me marrying again.

Mary's not taking it particularly well.

She didn't say anything to me.

Um, I'm- I'm happy for you.

Well, that means a great deal, you know?

A very great deal.

Hester is giddy to see you.

Prepare yourself for an onslaught.

Yes.

It wouldn't have been the same without you, son.

I've missed you.

Very much.

A good bath, tea, and straight to bed.

Ah.

And this is your new daddy.

Hello.

Come along.

I say, I do hope that's not the dress.

No, that's going to the hotel on the morning

so there's no danger of Leo seeing it.

We saw it, though.

It's white and that's all I'm saying.

Look who's here.

Door, Hester, please.

-But Mickey- -Will still be there

when you've answered the door.

Oh, Michael, the tailor is coming tomorrow,

to make sure your morning suit fits.

Hello, by the way.

I'm so glad that you could make it.

Do you ever stop talking?

Ah! You're very early.

Where's your instrument?

My instrument?

Your cello.

And I do hope you have something smarter to wear.

-No, I- -Oh, for God's sake.

What is the matter with people?

This is a formal occasion.

We can find something for him to wear.

I'm not a musician.

I'm Arthur Calgary.

The man in the car.

I'm Jack Argyll's alibi.

My apologies for keeping you waiting.

My family are very shocked.

Understandably so.

You're an Egyptologist.

A gentleman amateur.

Oh. Most of them are, aren't they?

Mr. Calgary-

It's "Doctor," actually.

Not that I set particular store by titles.

And not a doctor of medicine:

Science. Physics.

Does that have a bearing on this situation?

It does, actually, yes.

I came across this only very recently

and recognised him straight away.

It was Christmas Eve 1954, he flagged me down

and I gave him a lift to the local town.

I dropped him off outside the public house.

I asked him for the time.

I've never worn a watch.

I'm late for everything.

He told me it was just before 9:00,

but it says here that your wife was...

That she died just before 9:00.

But that's when your son was with me

some distance away, so-

Where were you going when Jack stopped you?

What were you late for?

A dinner party.

I'm afraid the cliche

about absent-minded scientists is true.

It's been 18 months since my wife was killed.

Why have you not come forward before?

I went away for my work.

Just after Christmas.

A research station in the Arctic.

The Arctic?

That's why I didn't see any papers,

hear any radio reports.

I only got back in the last few days,

and if this hadn't been wrapped around some equipment,

I wouldn't have known anything at all.

You were going to a dinner party,

so you were wearing a dinner jacket?

-That's right. -I just want to be

absolutely clear.

A dinner suit?

Black tie, black jacket, black trousers?

I wish I could have got here sooner, but I'm here now,

and I'm willing to go on oath in court.

So your son can be released

because this terrible crime, Mr. Argyll, he didn't do it.

We've had a lot of people coming here

claiming to be Jack's alibi,

to know something about him, about our family.

All those claims proved fraudulent.

Well, obviously.

Psychics, tarot readers.

A water diviner turned up once.

With rods.

Greedy, venal people.

Fame seekers and charlatans.

You can imagine the hurt and distress that caused us.

It must have been awful,

but I just want to do what's right.

Jack was in my car.

He's innocent.

Well, once again, you're too late.

Jack died in prison

before the case could come to trial.

He died?

He can't be dead. He...

He has to be alive. He...

He died how?

He got into a fight with another inmate.

Jack was a difficult young man.

We loved him, but he was difficult.

Disturbed.

We hope he's at peace now.

And I hope you'll leave us to our own hard-won peace.

I'm so sorry.

Really.

So dreadfully sorry.

Actually, we're all rather busy,

so if you wouldn't mind?

Yes, of course.

I don't suppose you know of any hotels

or boarding houses nearby?

There's a hotel in town.

Good day, Dr. Calgary.

Don't come back. There's nothing for you here.

No more information than he'd read in the newspaper,

like all the others.

He said he was wearing a dinner jacket,

so we know he was lying.

I thought this had stopped.

Why won't these ghouls just leave us alone?

He told me he's a physicist

who's only just returned from an expedition to the Arctic,

which has got to be one of the best ones yet.

Forget about him.

This is not going to shake us.

Hester, take those boxes upstairs.

Kirsten, we'll have tea on the lawn.

I'll take mine in my room.

As you wish, Lieutenant Durrant.

Strange, turning up like that out of the blue

all this time later.

Very strange.

Like my dad said, forget about him.

Well, I'm sure we'll all give it a try,

but it brings it all back, doesn't it?

Like it was yesterday.

Your poor, dear mother.

Butter.

There are two Ts, Michael.

Two of them.

Christina can do it.

Butter.

Why can't you?

Butter.

But'er.

Stand up.

Look me in the eye and say it.

But'er.

Give me that.

Kirsten, Michael has had a little mishap.

A dab of disinfectant and a plaster, I think.

Mary, your French composition.

Don't.

Jack always said he was innocent.

I'd say the same if I'd been charged with murder.

When we were standing around his coffin

and they'd had to cover most of his face

so we couldn't see

what had been done to him, how he'd been hurt,

you didn't once think, "What if Jack was telling the truth?"

No.

Well, I did.

I do. I think about it all the time.

What if Jack was telling the truth?

What if he was innocent?

What if he had an alibi?

What if Dr. Calgary-

Was lying.

Leave it.

You going on won't change anything or bring anyone back.

Tina! It's about time.

I'm beside myself.

We need help with the tables.

Can you make sure they all have the little lamps on them?

Poor Tina.

That's why I hide up here, so they can't make me help.

Where are you going?

Get some cigarettes.

There's cigarettes in the store cupboard.

Not the ones I like.

I'm not cross, Hester.

You're not?

It's Christmas Eve.

How can I be cross?

Well, of course, I saw through him immediately.

If you're going to pretend to be a doctor,

don't dress as a caricature of one.

A tweed suit and winter brogues in July?

It's ridiculous.

What did he say?

Oh, the usual.

Daddy dealt with him.

Look at her, pointing at flowers as if she's the Queen.

You know, I thought Mickey might help for once,

but he only cares about himself.

Is her dress really white?

Ivory.

Ivory! It's the same as white!

This is unbearable!

How can you go along with it?

Bending over backwards to be her new best friend.

Why doesn't it kill you like it kills me?

Because it doesn't.

Well, I was the first.

I loved Mother longest.

Mother.

Always pulling at me! It's intolerable!

It's different for you.

It's not different for me.

You think you were the favourite, but you weren't.

Mother just felt sorry for you.

Filth! Filth!

Filth!

You can't go out.

Darling,

an evening spent in the company of your father's friends

and their bloated pig wives,

braying over my head while my face is at crotch level,

not my idea of fun.

I'm just going to go out and have a quiet supper in town,

all right?

Oh.

Ah, yes.

Now, you won't drink too much, will you?

You look very pretty.

Don't let any of the men flirt with you, will you?

I'll see you later.

Mm.

Mm, mm, mm.

Oh!

I'm honestly not trying to take your mother's place, Mary.

I'd like us to be friends.

We could have shopping trips, lunches.

Just us girls.

I don't want to be your friend.

And as for taking my poor mother's place,

with your elocution lessons and your padded brassieres,

you don't have a chance.

Well, look at you,

playing the adoring, heartbroken daughter.

"My poor mother."

The thing is, no one hated her more than you.

Well, it looks like real gold.

Shut up.

Hm. Here she comes, Mother Superior.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

You've got guests.

Well, it's...

It's just that it's my last evening here,

so I thought I'd just-

You need to change into your going-away outfit

while your husband is still sober enough

to walk you out of the house.

What's the rush?

Why can't she just sit here with us if she wants to?

Because it doesn't look right.

And that's what matters, is it, "looking right?"

Look, it won't take me a moment to change.

You are happy for me, Mother, aren't you?

Such hot, little hands!

You'll mark my suit.

Come on.

Don't.

One day.

One day just to crack the shell.

See if there's anything inside.

Against fire and radioactive fallout.

And if you don't have one of those,

then simply place a door against a wall inside your house

as an extra precaution for yourself and your family,

until the police or Civil Defence Corps arrive

to tell you the danger is passed.

If you are outside, then simply lie down.

Is it inadvisable to smoke,

so keep your cigarettes in your pocket

until you hear the all-clear siren.

I want to remind everyone that although Great Britain

does face a threat from unscrupulous foreign powers...

Shh.

No, no, no.

Who are you?

Arthur Calgary.

Dr. Arthur Calgary.

Well, you don't have anything that proves it.

No.

How did you do that?

Um, I got brambles caught in my trousers.

The thorns, they...

Tell me the story, the one you told my dad.

It's not a story.

Tell it anyway.

I was driving.

What sort of car?

I don't really know about cars.

Describe it.

-I don't- -Big?

Small?

Big, I suppose.

You suppose?

Where is it now?

Because you didn't drive here.

I don't have it anymore.

Go on.

I was driving-

In the car that you don't know

whether it was big or small?

-Yes. -That you don't have anymore?

Driving on the road that goes past your house.

How fast were you going?

Quite slowly.

Go on.

Driving on the road that goes past your house

and this man stepped out into the road

and put his hands up to ask for a lift.

I stopped and gave him a lift, your brother, Jack.

And we drove on and I dropped him off outside a pub.

I asked him for the time and I went on my way.

How come you don't have anything that proves who you are?

You're a driver. Where's your licence?

I don't know.

Did you lose it?

In the Arctic?

I might have done.

Did it get eaten by a penguin?

Penguins don't live in the Arctic,

they live in the Southern Hemisphere.

Don't take the piss out of me.

I'm not, I'm just pointing out a fact.

I need you to do something.

I need you to go.

Because we've had enough of people like you.

We've really had enough.

It's important you get that.

Don't be here tomorrow.

And don't go talking to anyone else around here.

Remember, I can get in.

If you're a scientist doing secret research in the Arctic,

then I'm a baboon's ball sack.

No, no! Stop!

Things are bound to change under the new Mrs. Argyll.

I wouldn't like to see you get side-lined.

Leave me alone!

I could've killed her that night for what she did.

Well?

Why are you so cruel to me?

It's like kicking a whipped dog.

It's easy.

Let me go!

Jack was innocent, and your wife's killer is still free.

Which one of them's got blood on their hands?

So deliciously squalid.