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A holiday.
A holiday in Switzerland.

I remember thinking that
it was the first real holiday...

...Howard and I
had had for years.

He was going to join me there
as soon as he could get away.

I was looking forward
to it all as though...

...I'd never been out of England
in my life before.

White bread.

Lots of butter.

Wonderful coffee.

And cream!

Sunshine.

And below us somewhere
was the French coast.

I began to wonder about
the hotel we were going to...

...and the people
we would meet there.

I wondered. Supposing the room
wasn't comfortable.

No, thank you.

It was comfortable,
of course. Very.

Howard's secretary had travelled
with me, and even she was impressed.

- It's lovely.
- Thank you, madame.

- It is lovely, isn't it, Joan?
- Yes, it is.

- Has mademoiselle's room the same view?
- Yes, madame. Along the corridor.

I'll go and see it. I'll meet you
downstairs in half an hour.

I suppose I was aware
there was an adjoining room -

there often are in hotels -

but I didn't give a thought
to who might be in it,

or was going to be in it.
Why should I?

Voila, voila! Attends une minute!

Qu'est-ce que c'est? Bon soir.

Ca y est. Merci bien.

Il y a une chambre reservee
au nom de Stratton.

Oh, yes, sir. Come in, please.

- Sorry, sir, we expected you earlier.
- I'm very late.

- I missed the connection at Basle.
- It does happen.

The room is ready.
It's number 6.

- Is it all the baggage?
- Yes, that's all.

This way, sir, please.

The kitchen is closed, but if you were
hungry I could find you something.

- I had dinner on the train.
- Oh, good.

I remember hearing
a faint murmur of voices.

That's all.

I'd been reading in bed.

I must have been half asleep.

The curious thing was that although
I hadn't seen him for nine years,

I was thinking about him
at that very moment.

I wonder what I'd have done
if I'd known he was only a few feet away.

Panicked?

Run away?

No. I'd have wanted to see
his face and hear his voice.

Instead, I lay there
in the dark, thinking.

Thinking of a New Year's Eve
nine years ago.

Are you happy?

- What?
- I said, are you happy?

- Don't I look it?
- You look wonderful.

- You haven't told me what you're doing now.
- Lecturing at the university.

- Have you conquered the world yet?
- What?

It doesn't matter.
It's good to see you.

- Where are you? In a box?
- Up there. I must go.

Steven, it's been wonderful
seeing you again.

- Goodbye, Mary.
- Goodbye.

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.

- How can I reach you?
- I'll phone you.

What?

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.

I thought I'd lost you.

Happy New Year, my dear.

Happy New Year, Howard.

Steven, I've been looking
for you everywhere.

I'm so sorry.
I got lost in the Paul Jones.

- Happy New Year, Pat, dear.
- Happy New Year.

A very happy New Year.

# Should old acquaintance be forgot

# And never brought to mind?

# Should old acquaintance be forgot

# For the sake of auld lang syne?

# For auld lang syne, my dear

# For auld lang syne

# We'll take a cup o' kindness yet

# For the sake of auld lang syne

Do you know the most
extraordinary thing happened?

- What?
- I met Mary.

She's here somewhere.

It's funny, isn't it,
after all these years?

Let's dance.

It's a curious sight, isn't it?

I wonder how many there are?

Thousands.

- It's a curious noise, too.
- Very.

They all look as if they're suspended
by invisible wires from the roof.

That makes four.

- Four what?
- Men dressed as skeletons.

One of them's dancing with a Gains-
borough lady who keeps losing her hat.

Over by the centrepiece there.

It's difficult to pick out
anybody in particular.

How was she?

Mary? She's fine.

They're in a box somewhere.

- Would you like to meet her?
- Yes, I would.

What's happened to the others?
Are they dancing?

They're trying to, I think.

Do you think we ought to go and dance
ourselves, or would you sooner watch?

- Enjoying yourself?
- Very much.

Here she is.

Steven, it's silly,
but do I have to meet her?

No, of course not.

- Hello, Mary.
- Howard, you remember Steven Stratton.

- Of course, how are you?
- How do you do?

- You don't know Miss Moore, do you?
- How do you do, Miss Moore?

- We met in New York, didn't we?
- No, Bournmoor. Five years ago.

Oh, yes, of course.
Nice to see you again.

Will you excuse me?

These things get more crowded
every year, don't they?

Mary? Mary!
Can we drop you anywhere?

No, thanks, we're walking.
Good night.

- Good night.
- Happy New Year.

- You must dine with us sometime.
- We'd love to.

Good night.

It's awful.
I couldn't remember his name.

It's Justin. He's a banker.

High finance, that sort of thing.
He's terribly rich too.

He seemed very nice, I thought.

I hardly knew him.

Are they happy?

I think so.

It's the sort of life Mary wanted,
so they ought to be.

Was she very much
in love with you, Steven?

I used to think so.

Anyway, she married him.

He's the biologist, isn't he?

I thought you didn't remember him.

Oh, yes, I remembered.

You didn't give that impression.

One should never let the enemy know
when he's being observed.

The enemy?

All right, then, dear. Friend.

- Enjoy yourself?
- I think so.

I'd like these affairs better
if I didn't have to dress up for them.

Or work the following day.

- Are you warm enough?
- Yes, thank you, Howard.

Will you always love me, Mary?

Always.

...upon the forehead of humanity.

All its more ponderous
and bulky worth

Is friendship...

But at the tip top, there hangs
by unseen film an orbed drop of light.

And that is love.

Wake up, darling. We're here.

I wasn't really asleep.

- Happy New Year, Bates.
- Thank you, ma'am.

- Good night, Bates. Happy New Year.
- Same to you, sir.

Good night, my dear.

Good night, Howard.

Oh, Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

I shall never love anyone
as much as I love you.

Then why won't you marry me?

Oh, Steven.

I don't quite know.

Even if I did, I don't think
you could possibly understand.

If two people really love each other,
and want to be together,

they want to belong to each other.

Steven, I want to belong to myself.

Then your life will be a failure.

Dearest Steven,
don't be angry with me.

I can't help myself.

Why can't there be love without
this clutching and this gripping?

This...

Then your life will be a failure.

Attention, please.

Will passengers for Berlin please report
to Customs and Immigration immediately.

- I'll be back Thursday. I'll cable you.
- Yes, do.

Your luggage has gone through,
Mr Justin.

- I brought this scarf in case it was cold.
- Thank you, Miss Layton.

Will you go to the country
or stay in town?

Stay in town, I think.
I'm not sure.

Goodbye.

- Enjoy yourself.
- Goodbye, Howard. Have a good trip.

Thank you. Goodbye, Miss Layton.

The stain is decolourised
with 5% sulphuric acid

and washed with potash alum
and methylene blue.

You can see the bacilli and terminal
spores quite clearly. Have a look.

I think I might get away to the country,
Joan, for a few days, after all.

I don't know.

Good night, Mary.
Thank you so much.

Good night, Bill.

Hello?

Yes.

Who is it, please?

Just a moment.

- Mrs Justin?
- Yes.

- You're wanted on the telephone.
- Who is it?

A Mr Stratton.

Thank you, Joan.

Hello, Steven.

What a surprise.

How are you?

Yes, I'm fine.

It was such a funny thing.

I just happened to see your
number in the phone book.

Yes. Yes, wasn't it?

I expect you're terribly busy,
but I wondered if...

When?

Well, yes, I think I am.
I'm not sure.

I'm just going
to look in my diary.

Yes, that will be fine.

Oh... just a moment.

Saturday...

Yes, that will be wonderful.

Hello, Mary. Come in.

- Am I late?
- Not a bit.

- The taxi man had trouble finding it.
- It's a bit out of the way.

In there.

- They've changed the name of the street.
- We had to ask a policeman.

What an attractive room!

Do you like it?

That's the comfortable chair.
What would you like to drink?

- Whatever you're having.
- Sherry?

Fine.

I didn't think
you'd be able to come.

Thought you might be away.
I nearly didn't phone.

I'm glad you did.

Lunch is rather difficult for me during
the week. During term, anyway.

Thank you, Steven.

Lunch is nearly ready.
I'll just have a look at it.

- You're cooking the lunch?
- Certainly. I'm a wonderful cook.

- Can't I help?
- Drink your sherry and get comfortable.

You're still a very
unexpected person, Steven.

How do you mean?

Do all university lecturers cook?

Only the biologists.

Are these all your things?

Yes.

They're well arranged.
Did you do it?

Yes.

I never knew you had
this photograph of me.

- Oh, that!
- What was so funny, I wonder?

Me, I expect.

- Let me at least carry something.
- No, no. You sit down.

Oh, Steven, it looks wonderful.

Yes, I must say it does look
rather good, doesn't it?

Oh, I've so enjoyed this.

I hope this coffee's
going to be all right.

I don't use this thing much.

It looks all right.

Anyway, it smells like coffee.

You still have all your
books mixed up, Steven.

Sherlock Holmes got in
amongst the Aristotle.

Fancy. There are some books
of yours here.

So I've noticed.

- I remember this one.
- Which?

What you're doing with it, I don't know.
You gave it to me for Christmas once.

Black?

Please.

"In the beginning, God gave
to every people a cup of clay..."

"...and from this cup
they drank their life."

Some things take years
to understand, don't they?

It's two sugars, isn't it?

Yes, please.

Do you ever play now, Steven?

Very quietly, and for my own
private satisfaction.

"From the music they love, you shall
know the texture of men's souls."

- Remember that, too?
- Of course.

You wrote that to me
in a letter once.

I copied it out of a book
of Galsworthy's to impress you.

I knew that.

Did you?

I liked it all the same.

It's silly, the things we do
when we're young.

Yes.

How we talked about all the things
I was going to do in life.

I was to conquer the world.
Do you remember?

A knight in shining armour.

I really believed I could be.

What were the things
I was never to be?

Grey and grubby...

fat... dull...

..and there was something else.

Respectable.

Yes, that was it.

It's getting dark
very early, isn't it?

We've had a very long lunch.

You'll see the streetlights coming on
across the park soon.

I ought to be going.

When I came in the other night,
it looked wonderful from here.

There was some coloured
floodlighting on a building...

...made quite a glow in the sky.

I stood and watched it
for a time and began to think of...

...all sorts of things
I'd forgotten.

What things?

Things about you.

Until the other night,
I thought I'd forgotten everything.

Now I remember everything.

So do I.

Mary.

You see what it was.

We knew each other so well

that suddenly it seemed as if
the intervening years hadn't existed.

When he could get away,
we met for lunch in the week.

But Saturday and Sunday
were all ours.

Those were wonderful days.

We'd done this before, years ago,

but as the days went by,
new things began to happen.

Little things.

I'd never really known the pleasure of
walking arm-in-arm with a man before.

Everybody does it.

To me, it was new.

It all seemed so perfectly natural

that I suppose it was easy
not to think of the consequences.

We were happy and...
that seemed to make it all right.

At least, for a time.

I've been thinking.

Yes, I know.

We have to, don't we?

Not just yet.

The Bank of Rome.

Reichsbank.

Notes on my discussions with Pirana.
Very important, that.

Here are my comments
on his real status.

Here's some stuff about our own
Berlin office. I haven't read that.

All right, Miss Layton, that's the lot.
Get it straightened out, please.

My report is due at
the Treasury tomorrow.

Yes, Mr Justin.

Well, darling, what have you been doing?
Did you go to the country?

No, I thought I'd go down this week
if you still weren't back.

It didn't look as if I would
get away yesterday.

Made any definite plans?

Only for tonight. I'm going to
the theatre with Steven Stratton.

Oh... Have you been seeing
anything of him?

No.

More tea?

I haven't finished this yet.
What's the show?

Well, that musical comedy
at the Royalty.

First Love, I think it's called.

I would like some more now.

You don't mind me going,
do you, Howard?

Of course not.
I have to do that report, anyway.

What a bore for you.

Yes.

- Who else have you been seeing?
- Oh, just the usual people.

Sounds like a bore for you.

Oh, no.

After all, it is
my responsibility, too.

No. No, Steven, it's...

...it's wrong somehow.
I've got to do this myself.

Shall we dance?

- It doesn't seem fair.
- Yes.

- It's fairer to him.
- Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

It would be terribly humiliating
for him if you were there.

Yes. Yes, I see that.

I'll be all right.
Really, I will.

- When will you...
- Another liqueur, sir?

- No, thank you.
- No, thank you. Bring the bill, please.

When will you tell him? Tonight?

I'm not sure. I shall know
the right moment when it comes.

You mustn't worry.

I shall worry all the same.

I know exactly what he'll say.
It's what he said before.

That our love - yours and mine -
wasn't what I wanted, not in my heart.

And that I can never stand
really belonging to someone.

I shall belong to you.

Yes. Justin.

But she's left them behind.

Yes.

They're stalls.
Row D. Numbers 24 and 25.

Yes.

And you'll let her
have them if she asks?

- Thank you so much. Goodbye.
- All right. Let's get on, shall we?

Where was I?

"The President said..."

Yes.

"The President said that
while the establishment

of very low rates of
interest by the Reichsbank

would not necessarily keep the rate of
investment up to the rate of saving...

in a free market...

...the restrictions
imposed by the regime...

have ensured a margin of safety...
in this respect.

He explained that since other
means had been found of...

stabilising
internal price levels...

...the effect of the natural market
had been largely... neutralised.

Throughout this conversation with him,

I had the impression that his earlier
protestations had been quite insincere."

I think I'll go on with this
in the morning, Miss Layton.

Very well, Mr Justin.

- Shall I do what you've given me so far?
- No. Leave it till tomorrow.

- Anything else?
- Nothing, thank you. Good night.

Good night, Mr Justin.

# First love and last love,
my heart always knew

# I knew from the first it was you

# East love and West love
in Spring time or Fall

# My first love's
the best love of all

# Since there was salt
here in the sea

# It was intended
you're meant for me

# First love and last love,
it's always been true

# I knew from the first it was you

# Oh, yes, I knew from the first

We're nearly home.

Yes.

Will you telephone me tomorrow?

About midday?

Good night, my darling.

Is that you, Mary?

Yes.

Thank you, Steven.
I enjoyed it immensely.

- Good night, Mary.
- Good night.

We can't let you go like that,
Stratton. Won't you come in?

I don't think I will, thank you.
My taxi's waiting.

Pay it off.
You'll get another at the corner.

- Come in and have a drink.
- Yes, do, Steven.

All right. I won't be a minute.

- How much do I owe you?
- Three bob on the clock.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

- Let me take your coat.
- Thank you.

Mary will join us in a minute.

I expect she's told you
I've been away in Germany and Italy.

- Yes, she did. Did you have a good trip?
- I wouldn't call it good.

I spent most of the time
with members of their governments.

- Interesting, of course.
- Must have been.

I think a taste for intrigue
is an acquired thing, don't you?

Do sit down.

- What will you have? Whisky and soda?
- Thank you very much.

Have a good evening?

Yes, fine.

Shall we have some music?

- Help yourself to a cigarette, Stratton.
- Oh, thank you.

Where did you dine?

Oh, that French place
with the mad waiter.

I do wish they wouldn't keep
sending us irises.

I've told them about it before.
They're so spiky and unfriendly.

- How was the show?
- Fair.

Good seats?

Very.

Sit down, darling.
I'll get you a drink.

A small one.

As I was about to say
when Mary came in,

the most striking thing
about the German people...

...is their pathetic
faith in themselves.

Why do you call it pathetic?

The belief of the muscular
in their own strength...

...is always pathetic,
don't you think?

Ice?

Don't get up.

Here.

Personally, Stratton, I think
there's a fault in the Teutonic mind,

which shows up whenever
they have access to great power.

A sort of romantic hysteria.

Well, perhaps not romantic,

but a hysteria anyway,

which seems to convert them
from a collection of sober,

intelligent, rather
sentimental individuals...

into a dangerous mob.

A mob which can believe that
a big enough lie is not a lie at all...

...but truth.

- Steven, it's late.
- Let him finish his drink.

- Steven, please go.
- Aren't you losing your head?

- What is it?
- Howard knows we weren't at the theatre.

I see.

I'm sorry you had to
find out in this way,

but I think you'd
better know the truth.

Thank you.

Mary and I have always
loved each other.

And we still do.

A mistake was made years ago.

And now you want to put it right?

You know, Stratton, it's
quite a shock to find

that your wife's in
love with another man.

And when you've long believed that
your marriage was happy and worthwhile,

the shock is even greater.

Steven, will you go now?

All sorts of strange ideas
come into your head.

- You even think of killing.
- Steven, please will you go now?

I want to talk to Howard alone.

I think Mary's right.
You had better go.

- And leave you here?
- You'd better go, Steven.

I shall be all right.

Very well.

When shall I see you?

- I don't know.
- Get out!

I can't... think for the moment.

Good night, Steven.

Good night.

Well?

Taxi!

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

- I'd like to see Mrs Justin.
- Will you come in, sir?

Would you mind
waiting a moment, sir?

I must apologise
for the state of the room.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I'm so sorry, Mrs Justin isn't at home.
Is there anything I can do?

- Is Mr Justin in?
- I'm afraid he's very busy.

Can I do anything?

It's a private matter
and rather important.

I'm sorry, Mr Stratton.
It's quite impossible just now.

I see.

Is there any message
I should give?

No. Thank you.

- Good morning, Mr Stratton.
- Good morning.

All right, let's get on.

All right, Miss Layton,
I shan't want you for a moment.

Why have you come here?
Haven't you received my wife's letter?

Yes, I have.

Did you really imagine
I wouldn't see through it?

What do you mean, exactly?

She didn't write that letter herself.
You dictated it.

Oh...

Well, didn't you?

As a matter of fact, I didn't.

Now, listen to me, Stratton.

I didn't invite you here and I didn't want
to discuss the matter with you.

But since you are here,
you're going to know my point of view.

Sit down.

Hello?

No. Tell him I'll see him
in New York.

And please don't put
any more calls through.

You see, if I thought you and Mary
could make any sort of a life together,

I might feel
very differently about this.

But I don't think you could.

How can you possibly judge?

You say you love Mary.

Yes. I always have.

Well, you may love her,
but you don't know her. I do.

Our marriage has been
very successful until now.

It's based on freedom
and understanding.

And a very deep affection.

It's the marriage
Mary and I both wanted.

Your love is the romantic kind.

The kind that makes big demands.

Nearness, belonging, fulfilment.

And priority over everything else.

That isn't the kind
Mary really wants.

Although you almost
persuaded her that it was.

Don't you see that you two together
are dangerous?

I'm not blaming either of you.

You can't help it
and you couldn't have changed it.

You just have to keep away
from one another.

And in future I'm going
to see to it that you do.

I see your point of view.

But it's a cold, bloodless,
banker's point of view

and I don't believe
a word of it.

We're human beings,
not joint stock companies,

and you can't move us
around as if we were.

Mary's going with me to Washington.

We're leaving tonight.

I believe you're afraid.

I am.

I want to see her.

All right.

Mary.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

I tried to speak to you on the tele-
phone, but he wouldn't let me.

And when I came round to see you,
they said you were out.

Yes, I know.

I was expecting you to telephone me.

- And when I got that letter...
- I shouldn't have written it.

I shouldn't have left you
with him.

It was best.

He seems to think
you're staying with him.

I am staying, Steven.

I shouldn't have written the letter.

It was a cowardly thing to do.
I should have told you.

Told me what?

That I couldn't come with you.

Less than 24 hours ago,
you told me that you loved me.

You meant it, too.

Yes, Steven, I did.

Do you remember once...

I asked you how you could love
me and yet marry someone else?

Yes, I remember.

Your marriage was bound
to be a failure.

It hasn't been, Steven.
It really hasn't.

But it is now. And you know it.

No.

I'm not a very good person, Steven.

I wanted your love...

and I wanted Howard's affection
and the security he could give me.

I can give you security too.

And more than affection.

You don't really know me at all.

My love isn't worth very much.

It's all I want.

It's all I'll ever want.

No, Steven, don't.

Don't, please.

I can't come with you.

I can't.

Will you always want
to belong to yourself?

That was nine years ago.

Yet even after nine years...
I could still go to sleep thinking of him.

Yes, I wonder what I'd have done
if I'd known he was only a few feet away.

I suppose that if fate had been kind
and gentle, we would never have met again.

But fate is not kind and gentle.

It sent us together to a sunlit lake
and snow-capped mountains.

And a holiday in Switzerland.

- Bonjour, madame.
- Bonjour.

- Your miss is there.
- Merci bien.

- Morning, Joan.
- Good morning, Mrs Justin.

There's a cable for you
from Mr Justin.

- He hopes to leave London today.
- Oh, good. Did you sleep well?

Oh, yes. Quite.

- I think it's going to be warm.
- I felt it was going to be a beautiful day and it is.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

It's his first real
holiday for years...

and he has to spend the first
two days of it working.

It's that Royal Commission again.

Is the coffee good?

- I don't know. I had tea.
- Oh.

It's... It's Mr...

- Steven!
- It's you!

- Dropped out of the sky.
- What on earth are you doing here?

- And you? When did you arrive?
- Last night.

Very late. Just a gleam of light
and a sleepy porter to greet me.

And now I meet you.

I'm so sorry. This is Miss Layton,
my husband's secretary.

- How do you do?
- Professor Stratton.

- It is Professor now?
- Yes.

How do you do?
We haven't been introduced.

Have your coffee with us.

Voila, monsieur.

I'm glad you asked me first.

Merci.

Steven... we arrived yesterday too.

Have you been here before,
Professor Stratton?

Once or twice. I used to go
climbing before the war.

- And what are you doing here now, Steven?
- Well, I'm playing truant.

There are places in Switzerland I ought
to be, but this isn't one of them.

- The university towns, Professor?
- Mostly.

I always think they have
a special charm, don't you?

Still, I expect you get
tired of universities.

Oh, not at all.

If you'll excuse me, I think
I'll go and answer these cables.

All right, Joan.

I suppose something like this
was bound to happen.

It's been a long time.

Nine years.

I'm glad it's happened
at such a lovely place.

It might have happened in London.
A station or street.

Do you know the most
extraordinary thing?

I was thinking about you last night.

But, Steven, I too.

I wonder if we both...

I'm being silly.

You haven't changed, Steven.

But you look tired. Your eyes are tired.
Have you been working too hard?

Not really.

But I couldn't resist
a day off in the mountains.

Couldn't I come with you?

That would be breaking
the rules, wouldn't it?

But why? This is
none of our planning.

No, no, I suppose it isn't.

I've wanted to meet you like this
and talk about things, oh, 10,000 times.

This is the only chance we're ever likely
to have for the rest of our lives.

The sun is shining
and the day is just beginning.

You can't just go off by yourself.
I won't let you!

- Where are we going?
- Up a mountain.

- What?
- Up a mountain!

You said you won't climb
the mountains.

- What?
- I said...

When did you get married?

- During the war.
- Who is she?

You met her once,
at New Year's Eve.

Yes, I remember.

Do you realise, Steven,
that we're practically strangers?

I suppose we are.

How did you know I was married?

Oh, I managed to hear about you
from all sorts of people.

When the new telephone directory
came out after the war,

I even looked you up in it.

We're going up into the cloud.

I've been curious about you too.

I've seen pictures of you
in magazines with your husband.

You'd better put your jersey on.

- Thank you.
- How is he?

Howard? Oh, well and successful.

It's curious, isn't it?

You look like a ghost.

It'll clear in a minute.

I heard he was going into politics.

He may do.

We've talked about it quite a lot.

You know, Steven, these days...

we're closer together and much
happier than we used to be.

I'm very glad.

- You have a family, haven't you?
- A boy and girl.

- How old are they?
- He's six, she's three.

- Are they like you?
- The boy is a bit, I think.

- What's his name?
- Peter.

They're all on holiday at the sea,
at the moment.

He's quite a good
swimmer for his age.

Pat taught him last summer
when I was in America.

They made it a surprise for me
when I got back.

You're very happy,
aren't you, Steven?

I think I must be. It's clearing.

Look... that's where
we make for - up there!

Hungry?

- Do you need any help?
- Is that a serious offer?

No!

Will you always love me, Mary?

Always.

For better, for worse?

For better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer?

For richer, for poorer.

- Till death us do part?
- Always.

Water, as well as wine.

They're nice people, the Swiss.

Dressing, too.
Shall I do the salad?

Yes.

When did you get married?

Married? I'm not married.

I could never marry anyone but you.

Steven...

What are you thinking about?

I'm dreaming.

I'm dreaming nonsense.

Well, come and have lunch.
It's all ready.

I always knew we'd meet
again one day,

but I never imagined
it would be quite like this.

Why not?

Well, it wasn't
in a station or a street,

but it was still somewhere
crowded and bustling.

Why crowded?

I don't know, I suppose after last time
I thought it would be easier that way.

Was it difficult this morning?

Of course not, it was wonderful!

Is this difficult?

No.

It's probably very indiscreet,
but it's certainly not difficult.

- We are very pleased to see you again.
- Thank you.

- Have you had your luncheon?
- Yes, thank you.

Your key, sir. No.7.

- I'll have your luggage sent up.
- Good.

- Hello, Miss Layton.
- Good afternoon, Mr Justin.

- We didn't expect you until much later.
- I was lucky with the plane.

- Where's my wife?
- She's out having lunch, I think.

Where?

She said something
about a day in the mountains.

- Did she say when she'd be back?
- No, but she'll be in for dinner.

Splendid.

- Are you going to be in time?
- Yes, I think so. Just.

- Back to the hotel, as quick as you can.
- Oui, monsieur.

Will advise you of new position
as soon as I'm able.

Yes, that will do.

Sincerely yours.

I suppose I'd better deal
with that Arnold business.

Tiresome man.

Yes, Mr Justin.

"My dear Arnold..."

They're quite extraordinary,
these new binoculars.

Coated lenses, you know.

Marvellous.

"...whatever... sentimental value
you may place upon the shares,

their real value
is purely nominal.

You speak of goodwill..." No.

Don't say that.

But just a moment.

This is fascinating.

Let's see...

Ah.

"I don't think I have to remind you
what a doubtful quantity goodwill can be

in a business of this sort."

"I think you know me well enough
to understand...

that I would never allow myself to be
influenced in this or any other matter

by purely...

financial considerations."

Now, where was I?

"...in this or in any other matter
by purely irrational considerations."

Financial considerations.

- I'm so sorry.
- That's all right.

Paragraph.

"I'm sure you will have already
refreshed your memory

from our earlier correspondence
on the subject.

In any case, I do not propose
to refer to it again." Stop.

"The whole matter must now be handed
over to our legal advisors and...

accountants...

they're interested only in facts.

Very sincerely yours."

Charming.

- Is that my wife?
- I think it is.

Good.

Yes, it is.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

- Room No.6, as quick as you can.
- Oui, monsieur. Tout de suite.

Will you be in time?

Yes, the station's ten minutes
across the lake.

- Could I have my key, please?
- Yes, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Excusez-moi, monsieur.

Don't wait.

I wonder how long it will be
before we meet again.

I was wondering that too.

Will it be another nine years?

I hope not.

I've loved seeing you
and hearing your voice.

- Voila, monsieur.
- Thank you.

What were you going to say?

I was going to say...

I'm glad you're happy.

Goodbye, Mary.

Howard...

Hello? Ah, hello?

Hello? Hello?

- Allo? Allo?
- Schweizerhof Hotel, Zurich?

- Oui, madame.
- I'm speaking from London.

Is Professor Stratton staying there?

No, madame, we have nobody
of that name. Sorry.

Hotel Metz-Ropa.

I want to speak to Professor Stratton.
This is Mrs Howard Justin.

Oh, I am sorry, madame.
He left this morning.

Do you happen to know where he went?
It's very important.

I'll make enquiries, madame.

Yes, madame, you say
the professor is a biologist.

But that's a very vague
description. Very vague.

- Hello? Yes?
- Madame Justin?

The concierge says Professor Stratton
is staying in Geneva.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Hello, this is Wilson,
Maxwell and Wilson.

Yes?

I understand that you may know
the movements of Mr Steven Stratton.

Ah, Professor Stratton, oui.
He is travelling to Paris tonight.

He will arrive in London
tomorrow evening.

- Nine o'clock at Victoria Station.
- Nine o'clock. Victoria.

Darling.

- How are the children?
- Wonderful. Longing to see you.

- Professor Stratton?
- Yes.

That's a petition for divorce.

I don't quite remember what I did
or which way I went.

There are some nightmares that
you don't wake from, that are reality.

I think I went into
some sort of restaurant.

Thrupence, please.

There was a man who kept
asking me for money.

- Thrupence!
- I don't... really remember.

All I could think of was
that I'd done this thing to Steven.

I had to do something.

I went home,
and then remembered that

it wasn't a home
but only a hotel bedroom.

But I couldn't sleep.

After that I started to walk,
faster and faster.

Racking my brains for things to say
to the lawyer that hadn't been said already.

He had to do something to stop it.

Something. Anything!

It didn't matter what.
He had to, had to...

Aren't you losing
your head, Mrs Justin?

No, I'm trying to keep it.
This thing has got to be stopped.

I'm sorry, Mrs Justin,
but I think you'd better face the facts.

You see, your husband
isn't suing for divorce

and claiming these damages
as an idle gesture,

he's fighting to win.

And he's got a strong case.

But it's absurd!

The earlier associations
and the adjoining rooms...

We didn't know about
the adjoining rooms.

Yes. But nobody's going
to believe you didn't.

No, I can see that.

I'm sorry.

That was unfair.

Well...

What am I to do?

What can I... say
to Professor Stratton?

- I hope you're not thinking of meeting him.
- Certainly I am.

- I telephoned him at the university this morning.
- That's most unwise of you.

I... have to see him.

I have to.

Don't you see, this...

this can mean everything to him.

It's his home, his job,
his happiness... everything.

I... can't just not see him.

Mrs Justin...

I suggest you don't keep
the appointment.

Mind the doors!

Mind the doors. Mind the doors.

- Steven.
- I was afraid you weren't coming.

- You're crying.
- Yes.

It's all right, Steven.
It's all right.

There'll be no divorce.

I've... I've just seen the lawyer.

Howard has stopped the case.

Mary...

Let's... Let's go into the park.

Well-brought-up women aren't really
supposed to smoke in the street.

It's all right.
This isn't the street.

- Did he give the lawyer any explanation?
- No, I...

I suppose he must have decided
to believe me, after all.

That's really all I know about it.

You've had a rotten time,
haven't you?

Don't be too nice to me, Steven,
I... don't deserve it.

- It wasn't your fault.
- Yes, it was. In a way.

All my life, Steven,
I've... I've been hard.

I've been a little hard.

No. You haven't.

You...

You are happy, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

- What about you?
- I just wanted to make sure.

You haven't answered my question.
What about you?

- Are you going back to him?
- I...

I don't quite know. I...

I don't know...
what I'm going to do yet.

He...

He's been away. I...

I think he's coming back today.

I remember in Switzerland...

you told me you two were closer
together than you'd ever been.

I wonder what...
what made him start this action.

And then give it up so suddenly.

It doesn't sound like him.
Not the way I remember him, anyway.

Are you quite sure?

Oughtn't you to telephone your wife
and tell her it's all right?

There's a call box over there.

Yes.

I won't be a minute.

Steven...

- I have to go.
- Oh.

We'd... better say goodbye.

Goodbye, Mary.

- Think of me sometimes.
- Yes.

I will.

I will.

What is it, Smith?

I had to see you.

Well... come in.

I only got back today.

I was held up in Madrid.

Yes, Joan told me.
Did you have a good trip?

Yes. Yes, I think so.

Several people asked after you.

Oh...

- Will you have a coffee or anything?
- No, thank you.

I saw the lawyer.

I know I shouldn't
have come here, really.

Oh, that's all right.

- Aren't you going to sit down?
- No, I...

Howard...

I've come to ask you something.

Anything you need?
I told Maxwell to see if there was.

No, it's... it's not that.

I've really come to appeal to you.

- Oh...
- It's about Steven.

Yes?

You know, Howard, in Switzerland,
whatever you may think,

however bad it may have looked to you,
there was nothing wrong.

- I think you'd better go.
- Please listen.

I'll go away, I'll never bother you
again. I'll do anything.

Listen.

I knew you didn't marry me
because you loved me.

But because you liked me.

And the money and the position
that went with me - I didn't mind that.

Because I liked those things too
and I thought we'd enjoy them together.

I didn't expect love from you.

Or even great affection.

I'd have been satisfied
with kindness and loyalty.

You gave me love
and kindness and loyalty.

But it was the love
you'd give a dog.

And the kindness
you'd give a beggar.

And the loyalty of a bad servant.

Perhaps it's my fault.

It probably is.

I wanted this marriage,
but now I don't.

So I'm getting rid of it -
with the rest of the things I don't want.

You were my wife.

And you made me hate and despise myself
and I don't want you any more.

Do you understand?

I don't want anything from you.

I don't even want your gratitude.

I just want to be left in peace.

Now get out!

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean all that.
I lost my head.

It's unfair.

You see...

...there was one thing I didn't
bargain for in our relationship.

And I didn't know it
until a few weeks ago.

It's a... curious sort of apology
to make for behaving so badly now.

But I...

I fell in love with you.

Mary?

Miss?

Hey, miss! Ticket.

Ticket!

It's all right. It's all right.

Hold up.

Is anything the matter?
Can I help?

No, thank you. It's nothing.

You'd better sit down.

You're all right now.

It's all right.

There's no hurry.

Here, Mary.

Mary.

Mary.

Shall we go home now?

Home?

If you want to, that is.