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(ANNOUNCER CHATTERING ON PA)

Please go to platform eleven.

(ANNOUNCER CHATTERING ON PA)

...is now arriving at platform 8.

(INAUDIBLE)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

- Hello, dear.
- Hello, Grandma.

Sorry I couldn't meet you
at the station, dear,

but I knew you would be able
to find your own way here.

That's all right, Gran.

Mummy sent you some jam.

What kind of jam, dear?

Blackberry jam.

We've got so much of it.
We're all sick of it.

So she thought she'd send you some.

That was nice of her.

It's quite nice really,
till you get sick of it.

That must have weighed
quite a bit dear, wasn't it heavy?

Wait till you try eating it.

Got quite a nice taste.

It keeps repeating on you.

This one's leaking.

Oh!

Where's the bathroom
or I'll have to put it on the wallpaper.

I hope not dear. It's the primrose door.
Don't you remember?

Yes, I suppose so.

I'm putting you in Moira's room, dear.

What's that, Gran?

Use the pink towel, dear. Hmm.

You know, your mother's jam
is not too bad, really.

Am I in Aunt Moira's room or what?

GRANNY: Yes, I thought you'd be
out of the way in there.

How long are you staying this time?

I might be up for good.

I see, dear, that's nice for you.

How many pots are there?

I don't know exactly.
Quite a lot, I think.

Didn't you get a grant, dear?

Yes, but it's not for very much.

Daddy earns too much money.

Oh, well, he'll be sending you some,
I suppose.

I suppose so. Oh, well.

Can you turn the water on for me, Gran?

All right, dear.

Oh, well.
We can always give some to Oxfam.

Are you going to see your friend, dear?

I expect so. Why?

Well, try not to be too late, dear.

I've only got the one door key.

Moira has the other one,
she's gone off with it.

Are you going out then?

No dear, not tonight.

Oh, well, then,
I can have your key, can't I?

Yes dear, I suppose so.

- If you're not going out or anything.
- No, dear.

But you won't make it too late,
will you?

Depends on where we go.

Is your father better, dear?

What was wrong with him?

That trouble he had.

Oh. He's much better. Great shape.
Never felt fitter in his life.

JOANNA: Daddy what have you been up to?

That's a nasty cut.

We'll get you home
and have you looked at.

Don't be sad.

These people will look after you.

Must do something about that cut.
It looks as if it could get ugly.

Cheer up. How about some...

(JOANNA GASPS)

(JOANNA SOBBING)

Don't hit me! Don't hit me!
Don't hit me!

I am good! I am good, Daddy!

GRANNY: Talk a lot in your sleep,
don't you, dear?

What did I say?

I sounded like Swahili to me.
Couldn't make it out.

Oh.

- What?
- Good, good.

I didn't know you spoke Swahili.
You don't do you, dear?

Yes, I'm a real linguist.

Fluent in English,
Yiddish and rubbish.

Is it time yet?

It's about 10:00, dear.

Late again.

MARGOT: Couldn't fancy that.
JOANNA: Neither could I.

I can't fancy it
when it's put in front of me like that.

I know. Like medicine.
Take it, it's good for you.

Sorry.

How are we doing?

Cigarettes are on the side there.

May I take two?

- It's rather flattering, actually.
- Thanks.

Why don't you get up there?
There's no telling what could be done.

I'm too young and beautiful
for that sort of thing.

Thanks for the cigarettes.

You're dead right.

He's not too young, is he?

I quite fancy him
in a maternal kind of way.

No, young men are out.

They're nowhere this season, right out,
wouldn't give them odds.

HENDRIK: I'll take one for later.

Of course, there's always
the odd exception to prove the rule.

You're dead lucky with men.

That chap with the car.

The car. The car.

MARGOT: Yes, the car.

How long have you
been going out with him?

JOANNA: About a month.

MARGOT: He looks nice.
Are you living with him?

JOANNA: In a way.

I'm in love with him.

MARGOT: I'm not surprised.

Is he rich?

JOANNA: I don't know,
I think he's married.

MARGOT: Who to?

JOANNA: I don't know, I just think so.
I hope not, anyway.

- MARGOT: Sure.
- I don't want to marry him.

I just loathe married men.

My father's married.

(BRUCE SINGING)

Where's Bruce?

I think he's shaving.

Hi.

(EXCLAIMS)

Joanna, Joanna, don't do that. I...

(LAUGHS)

You have met Angela, Joanna. Angela.

- Hi Angie.
- Hi Josie.

Yes.

Would you like some tea?
I'm making some.

No, no. I'm all right. Thanks.

- All right?
- I'm okay.

I did a mobile today.

Nice.

I would buy it when I can afford it.

Angela just called around to
tell me something.

Good.

I'm making tea. Would you like some?

Marvellous.

No really, thanks.

I didn't know she was coming.
I'm very sorry, but you must go now.

I hate to rush you like this, but...

I'm just going to get Angela a taxi.

Sure, okay. Bye.

- Bye.
- Yeah. Bye.

Bye.

(INAUDIBLE)

JOANNA: Please can you send a taxi to
12, Primrose Crescent?

Thank you.

(SOBBING)

BRUCE: I love you, baby.

JOANNA: I love you, Brucey.

BRUCE: You are my little girl.

You're nothing like my daddy.

Going in?

Yes, I've got to. Aren't you coming?

Can't face that,
I've had Florence up to here.

- I'm off.
- Where are you going?

I'm not sure. Bye.

Bye. Cheer up.

Why aren't you at school?

We didn't have much today,
only history of art.

What's this painting going to be?

Who's winning?

- Do you play chess?
- No.

You should try strip poker,

then you'd always get someone
to play with you.

Do you like coffee?

- Yes, is this a Gallup Poll?
- No.

The only thing I asked was,
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Yes, please.

Well, the kitchen's over there.

You know how to make it, don't you?

HENDRIK: And bring another cup,
darling, will you?

JOANNA: Why?

Doggone it!

That Moscow gambit.

I should've seen it coming.

(JOANNA HUMMING)

Why?

There's a bird in the other room,
take her a cup, will you?

- What's her name, Lefty?
- Basil? Beryl?

- Bezza?
- Some groovy name like that.

- If it's the same one I'm thinking...
- Anyway, get her out of bed.

Whose is she?

Yeah.

- Who is that?
- Joanna.

She's all right, actually.

She's a bit young, isn't she?

Eighteen, nineteen.

(JOANNA CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, wake up.

I'm not asleep.

JOANNA: It's tea time.

BERYL: Oh ta, marvellous!

Where's Cas?

Painting in the other room.

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

Is he a painter?

Hitler was a painter or something,
wasn't he?

MEN: Sieg heil!

Think he was a plumber.

Hmm, that's right, a plumber.

Would you like some toast
or lunch or something?

No, thanks, rather, I couldn't face it.

Who're you? Friend of the other man?

No, Cas.

I get terribly sad sometimes.

These girls, they sleep around,
going nowhere, meaning nothing.

One gets the feeling that

all women have achieved by emancipation
is the privilege of being laid.

3:00 this morning.

What do you do?

Oh, nothing really, doll.

I'm doing skippers at the moment.

What's that?

- What's what?
- Skippers.

Oh, you know, sleeping around,
finding somewhere to live.

I'm looking for a flat though.

You've done all right,
I would've thought.

Oh, not really.

You've got to find somewhere to live.

So at the moment I kip around, sort of.

- Where do you keep your things?
- What things?

You know, clothes
and when you want to change.

Oh, those.
I keep them at my brother's place.

He's got a trunk full of my gear.

Why don't you stay with him?

What! You must be joking.

- Fourteen spades in one room.
- No!

How about that, she thinks I'm serious.

BERYL: It's beautiful baby, beautiful.

You've got to be cool. Keep cool.

That's it, baby.
Don't get hung up on drag scenes.

There's no place for drags, baby,
stay cool.

You're beautiful. Just beautiful.

You're young and alive
and beautiful, baby.

Keep cool.

Going to turn you on, baby.
I'm going to turn you on.

You're going to light up and fly away.

You're going to be cool.

Joanna, baby, you're beautiful.

Baby, keep telling yourself
you're beautiful.

Beautiful.

You're young, you're sweet, you're cool.

(BERYL HUMMING)

What do you do for money?

What, for money? Who needs it?

Nowadays, you've got to be cool.

What about food, clothes, going out?

Oh, dear me, you are square.

Food, no problem.

These days, you've just got to hustle.

There's always a fellow around
with bread.

Going out at night to a club,
if you're a chick, simple.

You can always get in free.

Clothes? You hoist.

That's what the welfare state
is all about, baby.

-(DOGS WHINING)
-(BERYL WHISTLES)

I must get one of those.

A girl shouldn't be without one.

Do you sell any of this stuff?

Sure, baby, you've got to eat.

I wouldn't. It's the principle.

Why hoist if you don't like the things?

- What else is there?
- Hmm.

There's Harrods. You can get anything,
from a hatpin to an elephant.

It's raining, madam.

- Shall I call you a taxi?
- No, no. Don't bother.

Or shall I wrap it up
and post it to you?

No, don't! Don't bother to wrap it,
we'll take it.

Oh, there's a great handbag shop
in Bond Street called Gucci.

But you've got to dress up
to go in there, and they know...

(HORN HONKING)

Too much! Look at that.

Fantastic!

Is it for real? Too much!

Wow! Hello!

GORDON: Easy in there, now.

- Look, thanks...
- How long you've had it?

Oh, just a couple of weeks.
What've you been up to?

BERYL: This is Joanna.

Hi, Joanna. How you been?

I've been fine. How've you been?

Who was that?

- That was my brother.
- Cor!

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, stop it.

Stop it, I'm so tired.

Stop it, please stop it.

Let's get some sleep.

Do you sleep with many birds?

As many as I can.

- How many?
- Three or four.

- A night?
- A week.

Must be suffering from something.

Can't think what it is.

Am I better than Beryl?

Cas, did you hear what I said?

I said, "Who's best, Beryl or me?"

Beryl.

Why?

She talks less.

Why do you paint, Cas?

It's the only way I can say what I mean.

Some people can talk, I can't.

So I paint.

I see.

You can take back what you say,

you can pretend you didn't say it,

but if you paint, you've got to mean it.

Everybody has to be responsible
for something.

You've got to be committed to something.

You can't keep avoiding that issue.

For some people
it's their wife and kids and...

You've got to be committed to something.

I'm not.

You will be.

You'd better be.

GRANNY: Your father's
on the telephone, dear.

I don't know what to say to him,
you'd better speak to him.

- Grandma?
- Yes, dear, you better speak to him.

Hello?

Your mother and I were
worried about you.

We haven't heard from you for weeks.

Is everything all right, dear?

Nothing serious, I hope.

They're all right.
He's sending me some money.

That's nice, dear.

Doesn't want me to mix
with the wrong sort of people.

I should hope not, dear.
Would you like a boiled egg?

Yeah, some.

Yes, dear, I know.
They're nice eggs. Fresh.

They haven't got a lion on them.

-(GASPS) Christ, it's time.
- What's that, dear?

What time is it?

Twenty past nine, dear.

I missed it, that's the third time
in three weeks.

What's that, dear?

I'm late. I won't go.

Don't you think you should, dear?

I should. But I'm late, so I won't.

Better late than never, dear.

I can't go in, in the middle of a class,
can I?

Now don't turn on me, dear.

It's not my fault if you come in
so late every night.

Don't have goes at me, then.

- Come now, Joanna. Behave yourself.
- For God's sake.

- You're not a child any more.
- For God's sake!

Now, now, Joanna.

In your own house,
you may do as you wish.

But in my house,
please try to restrain yourself, dear.

Yes, dear, no, dear,
dear this, dear that.

I think, Joanna, that you should start
looking for somewhere else to stay.

You're a grown-up person now.

I think you should find somewhere.

(QUAVERING) I won't have my house
used as a hotel.

Not fair.

A show of good manners is all I ask.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SOBBING)

When we use the term baroque,
we must be exceedingly careful,

since we can't apply it to
either a movement in the arts.

Since in England and France,
it never at any time

became more important than classicism.

- Nor could...
- Show me things.

Miss Sorren.

Miss Sorren.

I must confess to being a little bored
by your unending conversation.

Would you kindly reserve the details
of your social life

to the periods designed
for that purpose?

The cocktail hour or the dinner table.

Sorry.

We even find in France,
examples of chateaux

where the exterior is
quite bleakly designed

and the interior is devoted
to typical baroque exuberance.

We may say then, that...

the baroque...

signifies...

rebellion against restraint
of classicism.

(I'LL CATCH THE SUN PLAYING)

Terribly stuffy.
I can't find Beryl anywhere.

Don't know where she is.

Excuse me. I must find Beryl. Beryl!

JOANNA: Hello, gorgeous.

Hi.

When did you get here?

Ages ago.

You must come and meet my fellow
before he gets cut off of the shilling.

He's proposed to me three times already.

JOANNA: Who is he?

BERYL: Oh, some lord or the other.

I'm glad you could come.

- Did Dominic bring you?
- Yeah.

Do you like him?

I don't know yet.
All he worries about is parking fines.

PETER: Beryl! Beryl!

JOANNA: Thanks, pal.

- Hi, Dom.
- Hi.

- Seen my face?
- Which one is it?

PETER: Beryl!
BERYL: There he is.

Here, darling, here.

I couldn't find you anywhere.

I've been with Joanna.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Terribly stuffy, what?

Terribly stuffy people?

No, I meant the atmosphere.
Terribly stuffy.

Terribly stuffy.

Can't we go somewhere?

Can we have a drink first?

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

There he is! Gosh, how super.

I haven't seen you, well, for ages.
Not since you were down in Paris.

Well, how super.

- I wanted to ring you.
- I wish you would.

He will, he will.

We all will, yes.

What's your number?

- Well...
- What about my drink?

Bye.

PETER: I'm afraid I got Prichard
a little wrong footed this evening.

But he says he'll see what there is
in the pantry.

Joanna, how delightful of you.

I had a quite riveting experience
with Beryl last night.

Took me to one of her haunts.

The all-nighter.

Quite riveting.

All those superb spades
in their pork pie hats.

I'm quite kinky for that sort of thing.

My first wife was strongly coloured.

DOMINIC: Yes, what was she?

She was a deep shade of puce
most of the time.

Then she ran off with the chauffer.

I miss him terribly.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I didn't know you were married.

I loved it. I loved being married.

It's all the virtues of living in sin,

and none of the vices.

My first wife was Moroccan.

I've still got a house there, I think.

Yes, quite a nice house.

- Would you like to see it?
- BERYL: When?

Prichard, someone seems to have been
at this chop.

(ALL LAUGHING)

We'll go. Let's all go to Morocco.

We'll all go to Morocco
and see my house.

Oh, Dominic, you should get married.

I try, I do try.

Name the day, you cad.

Beryl, when do we hoist
some wedding dresses?

(BOTH SINGING WEDDING MARCH)

We all go to Morocco...

We'll go to Morocco next week

-and we'll have a rather fun time.
- Yes.

I have a boat there,
I have a yacht there.

And Prichard, you can come too,
if you like.

If you really want to.

Do you think Peter was serious about
taking us all to North Africa?

I don't know. I suppose so.

Why not?

He's extraordinary.

Do you know, I lost every penny
of that 60 quid he gave me?

And he didn't bat an eyelid.

Well, it's only money.

(EXCLAIMS)

Must be fantastic
to have that much money.

If I had that money
I shouldn't splash it about like that.

There's something indecent
about the way he spends money.

You don't have to get
all screwed up about it.

He's enjoying himself,
that's the main thing.

Fantastic to have that much money.

I mean, you've got to be rich nowadays,
otherwise you're nothing.

You've got to be rich.

(CASH REGISTER DINGS)

BERYL: Come on up, it's lunch time.

DOMINIC: How do we get up there?

BERYL: Over there, up the stairs.

- And it's on your left.
- DOMINIC: Okay.

PETER: Are they coming?

- They're on their way up the stairs.
- Come with me, my darling.

I want you to meet my first wife.

- Your first wife?
- Yes.

Verdia!

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

I want you to meet my little Beryl.

-(GREETS IN FRENCH)
- Yes.

Hello.

- You've got big knockers, haven't you?
-(THANKS IN FRENCH)

(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)

Terribly clever, terribly talented.

Terribly well served.

Dominic, Joanna. Luncheon.

Oh, what a bit of fun. Couscous.

Never eaten it before? I'll show you.

You take a little bit in your hand,
like that.

Roll it between three fingers
in the palm of your hand,

roll it into a little ball,
and then throw it into the sea.

Unless you want to eat it, then you put
your mouth in between that and the sea,

then you drop it in your mouth.

I say, Joanna, that's a terribly
creative dress you're wearing.

She's at art school.
She makes fantastic things.

She should be a designer.

You are talented. I'm most impressed.
How exciting.

I'm very naughty actually,
I haven't been for weeks.

Oh, but you must go. Most important.
Must be committed to something.

Isn't that funny.

You're the second person
to use those exact words.

Oh, really? Who was the first?

It was Cas. Isn't that funny?

- Laugh a minute.
- Cass?

Hendrik Casson.

He's a painter. Teaches us life stuff
and graphic design.

Now where have I heard that name before?
Hendrik Casson.

He's a fantastic painter.

Oh, yes, of course! He made a show,
very good.

Now why didn't we take him on?

What do you mean "take him on"?

Well, a partner of mine
runs an art gallery in town.

Oh, do you make any money out of it?

No. One doesn't do it
for the money, really.

One's rather more prepared
to lose money.

DOMINIC: Well, I can't see that.

I thought people always bought paintings
as an investment.

Well, they do, yes.
Yes, they do, some of them.

We're dealers I suppose.

I just pay up and shut up.

I'm in the rather shameful position
of being a sleeping partner.

And very good you are too.

(BERYL LAUGHS)

Well, you shouldn't have turned him
down, because he's marvellous.

Oh, he is. Interesting.

Can't think of why we didn't
take him on. Must look into it.

He's going to be very famous,
I'm sure of it.

The art world's a different world.
Normally I stay clear of it.

Other people are
so much cleverer than me.

Experts.

Everyone can do
with a little push now and then.

Hendrik Casson. Make a note.

Are those for afters?

Beryl.

Excuse me, I...

Terribly sorry.

I must go and lie down for a moment.

I wonder if you'd excuse me.

Terribly sorry.

- Will you be all right?
- Yeah, I'll be fine, my dear.

I'll just take a pill and leave me
alone for a couple of hours.

...Terribly sorry.

If you'll excuse me.

How is he?

He said he wants to sleep.

Just like that.

That's what I said.

He took some tablets and said he wanted
to sleep for a couple of hours.

Very odd.

Perhaps we should turn around
and go back.

Perhaps he needs a doctor.

He seems to know what he was doing.

Actually, it's happened before.

Not very strong, I don't think.

He takes tablets

and he's got scars on his arm.

Like a mainliner.

He might be a diabetic.

But I've never actually seen him
jabbing himself or anything.

And I've known him for such a long time.

He can't be an addict,
I can tell an addict just like that.

PETER: What do you do, Dominic?

Are you in the City or something?

Yes, I'm at Hambros.

Oh, really!
Do you like that, merchant banking?

Oh, it's all right.
That's where the money is.

(LAUGHS) Yes, that's where it is.

Some of it, hmm.

My brother owns a merchant bank,
sort of.

No, I don't want any, dear.

Oh, the poor little dead fishes!

(BERYL GIGGLING)

Yes, I wonder if he mightn't be
of some use to you.

I should say so.

Then I'll give him a ring
when we get back to London.

Have a luncheon or something.

You never know, it may lead somewhere.

DOMINIC: Why, yes, absolutely.
Thanks, Peter, thanks very much.

PETER: Not at all, dear boy.
Where were you at school?

DOMINIC: Eton.
PETER: Yeah, thought so. Yes.

Don't you find that
a bit of a drawback?

DOMINIC: No, not really.

Scholarship.

Oh, dear! That's jolly good.

BERYL: Their busy talking about
merchant banking.

BERYL: You're not getting very brown
very quickly, are you?

Well, compared to you, I burn easily.

BERYL: Why do you lot always get that
silly old bikini mark when you go brown?

JOANNA: It's golden brown.

- BERYL: It's golden brown?
- Mmm.

BERYL: Oh, you're kidding.

(SOOTHING SONG PLAYING)

- Are you all right now?
- You gave me a start.

Yes, fine, no trouble.

It gets a bit stuffy in there,
that's all.

Can't even dig cocktail parties,
usually. Not to worry.

Well, we were,
couldn't think what was wrong.

Oh, please, come on.
(CLICKS TONGUE)

Sorry.

Oh, it's so lovely here.

So fabulous of you, Peter,
to bring us here.

- A bit of fun.
- Honestly, you're fabulous.

I do like a bit of fun.

Oh, that reminds me.

(JOANNA GIGGLES)

What? Is this for me?

- Uh-huh.
- What for?

I was going to give it to you later
but you've been so sweet.

Oh, don't be silly.

What on earth is it?

Oh, I do like presents.

Aren't people kind?

Oh, it's one of those things
you measure distance with

to see if you're on a straight line.
I know, of course.

What's this?

Oh, a compass!
Oh, yes of course.

Oh, Joanna, this is kind.
I'm excited by it.

We shall play with it all day
as the actress said to the bishop.

(JOANNA GIGGLES)

What's this? Something else?

Oh, cigars.
Oh, Joanna, now you're being silly.

But I am excited.
Oh, how tremendous!

I wanted to say thank you.

No, but it's for me
to thank you my dear.

It's been such... tremendous fun.

Get out of stuffy old London, what?

I'm overwhelmed, my dear.

Nothing short of it.

Thank you.

Some people don't care.

They just get on with getting on.

Everyone's trying to get on.

Jumping on each other's backs,
fighting their way to the top.

Why can't people just live
and enjoy life?

You know, the way you do.

I like that.

All this pushing and getting on.

I can't stand being pushed.

I just let it happen.

Anytime it gets like that
I just get out.

Life's too short
to be screwed up with problems.

As you said, Joanna,
life's too short.

Too...

PETER: (CHUCKLES) Too short.

But you enjoy yourself, don't you?

Well, there's not much for me to do
in this rather short life.

You know, as a boy
I was never very good at anything.

I've always been a little in love
with talented people

because I never had any talent myself.

I was always too unwell to do sports,
never clever enough to do science.

Can't even write, my poetry
is the most awful rubbish you ever read.

And when I became ill last time,

I thought,
"I think I'll have a bit of fun. Hmm."

You're not very ill, are you?

Can you keep a secret?
Never tell my little Beryl.

Okay.

- Solemn promise?
- Promise.

I only tell you this because I think
it might help you find some meaning

in this rather odd life we lead.

Going from bed to bed,
and from breakfast to breakfast,

from evening to evening.

Now, your life's a little like that.

Uncommitted.

If I may say so, my dear,

perhaps a tiny shade pointless?

Mmm-mmm.

No, I should probably be dead
this time next year.

- What?
- Of course I hope not.

But between now and then I plan
to get a little enjoyment out of life.

See people happy,
help people get on.

As you so rightly said, Joanna,

life's too short.

There's so much
one should be able to do.

And one can only believe in people.

When I see a sun like that

setting into the sea,

setting on it like a huge, generous
maiden aunt,

I suddenly feel terribly...

Terribly finite

and everything makes sense.

It's one's duty to die.

How impertinent we human beings are,

thinking we're entitled to an afterlife.

Isn't there a god, then?

Oh, no. I mean, not for me.

Look at the sun, Joanna,
can you believe in a god?

Can anything be
more beautiful than that?

How incredible we human beings are,
never satisfied.

Always expecting something better,
something more,

expecting an afterlife which is better.

What could possibly be better
than this life?

And yet, how horrible the thought

of having to live forever.

It makes sense to die.

Only then, does it make sense to live.

Why are you going to die?

We're all going to die.

We're dying on our feet
soon as we're born.

Ah, yes, but I know when.

It's not the dying that I care about,

it's that awful moment when they take
you into that wretched hospital bed

and leave one there
until one's too weak to go on.

So, for the time being,

I'm going to try and enjoy this

short, beautiful life.

Why is it? Why must you die?

One tends to get tired sometimes

and they give one pills
to give one little more blood.

And every once in a while

they change one's blood
around completely.

Now, that's a terrible bore

because it's blue blood, you see.

And blue blood is getting terribly
hard to find.

(CHUCKLING)

And, so, Joanna,
one thinks on how beautiful life is

and how beautiful we are.

People.

Well, people are such lovely things.

(JOANNA AND HENDRIK LAUGHING)

What would your first thought be
if you knew you were going to die?

- What?
-(GIGGLES)

What would you do if you knew...

Get down to work, lay the birds,
get stoned.

You know, carry on as usual.

But if you were going to die
in say a month's time?

HENDRIK: In a month's time, hmm?

Perhaps I could try some kicks
I've never done before.

Hmm? Take drugs, sleep with a man,

paint something huge.

- Would you?
- Yeah, why not.

- Take drugs and sleep with a man?
- Hmm.

If I had to die next month,

I wouldn't want to go out
without having done everything.

- That's funny.
- I lay awake...

- JOANNA: Lie awake.
- I lie awake and laugh about it.

(JOANNA LAUGHS HAUGHTILY)

But wouldn't you like to do something
good, like,

helping people, having fun,

and spending money
just to see people enjoy themselves?

No, the only important thing
is to get down to work.

Hmm.

But what's the point in working
if you're going to die?

But, darling, that's why we are working.

Because we are going to die.

So then your work lives after you, huh?

Well, that's rubbish.

That's not even vanity,
that's stupidity.

Because what makes us work?

We want to say something
before it's too late.

We want to say it before it's late.

That makes us panic
that we have to die.

So we try to speed it up to get it done.

- Huh? You understand?
- Yeah.

Come on, have a look at the new studio.

...Elle, and Vogue International.

Lovely, thanks.

- Was it all right?
- It's not over yet.

I was in there for an hour yesterday

and then I'll probably have
to do it again today.

Did they put you to sleep?

They were going to,

but then for some reason or other
they changed their minds.

They decided I should be
conscious all the time.

Bunch of sadists.

This is all right though, isn't it?

Yes, this bit's all right.

It's when they start mucking about,
it gets nasty.

What do they do?

Oh, you know the scene,
it's just not very nice, that's all.

I think I'd rather have the baby now.

I mean, then I've got
something to show for it.

I mean, there's no point, somehow,
to be pregnant for three months

and then suddenly you're not.

I mean, it just seems so pointless.

Yeah. Sure.

(SIGHS)

BERYL: Well, must go, doll.

BERYL: (LAUGHING) You look great,
you do, love.

Should we come back tomorrow?

Mmm. I suppose that's when
she needs us most of all.

- Mmm.
- When it's all over.

Nothing can happen, can it?

Shouldn't think so.

Hi, Dom. You seen Peter?

Yes, he seems a little better.

Oh, he'll be all right.
Just one of those things.

- Hi, Dom.
- DOMINIC: Hello, Joanna.

(JOANNA GASPING)

Don't hit me!

Pig!

Here, come on!

(SOBBING)

All right, doll? What a bastard. Okay?
Come on.

- Been a naughty girl, have you?
- Yeah.

Well, then,
it serves you right, doesn't it?

What are you being so bloody smug for?

You sleep around, don't you?

Not as much as you, doll.

Nobody does.

Hello, my dears.

Good, how nice to see you.
I've already seen you twice this week.

Why all the attention?

- We've just been to see Margot.
- Ah, yes!

Who is Margot?

The girl who is having an abortion.

I don't like abortions. How is she?

She's all right.
She hasn't really had it yet.

What's this?

Oh, they didn't have the one you wanted.

The man said that was the same thing
so I thought it would be all right.

Well, did you order the one I asked for?

No! I thought that would tell you
what you wanted to know.

No, I've already got this one, see.

The one I wanted
was the one on reactions.

- Oh...
- BERYL: I'll order it for you.

Never mind.

JOANNA: What are you doing?

Just putting a few things
down on paper, that's all.

Oh, Joanna, how nice to see you.

Has Mrs what's her name been?

Yes, she can just before luncheon.

She seems to know
her stuff all right.

Wants me to give up drinking,

Harbottle wants me to drink
as much as I like.

I don't know who to believe.

- Well, I suppose the doctor knows best.
- I suppose you're right.

Old Dominic was here.
I was so pleased to see him.

Mmm, we know.
He made his presence felt.

Yes, funny boy, Dominic.

Never met anyone quite so ambitious.
Mmm.

There's some port on the side.
I wonder if I might have a glass?

Do you think I should?
It might give you gout.

I've been drinking port
since I was 12.

Good port never gave gout to anyone.

Young Dominic tells me
he's getting married.

Go on!

The bastard!

Oh, perhaps I shouldn't
have said anything.

Oh, it's all right.
I'm not his type anyway.

PETER: Some girl named Miranda De Hyde.

Daughter of Lieutenant Colonel De.

Odd name.

A blonde girl, quite pretty?

- PETER: That's right.
- Oh, she's nice, actually.

They deserve each other.

Well matched.

The same fighting weight.

You're face looks a little red.

Yeah, that's where he belted me
on the way out.

- What were you doing?
- Nothing.

I was on the defensive,

and he caught me with a right cross.

-(LAUGHING)
-(DOORBELL RINGING)

A lovely combination.

Oh, Gordon's here!

It's open day.

Which Gordon?

- My brother.
- Oh, he's so nice.

I do like him.
Oh, he was with the most stunning girl.

- Who was she?
- Oh, I don't know.

I think she said she was Danish.

Had bacon written all over her.

(CHUCKLING) That's my boy.

I used to look at you all the time.

You were beautiful.

You used to have a beautiful face.

Why are you so virtuous?

(IN PETER'S VOICE)
I'm going to die shortly.

(CHUCKLES)

That's why it's good to be virtuous.

It's good fun on the whole.

If it goes at this rate,

they'll change my blood around
and I'll probably die.

I'll get an ambulance I should think.

May I come with you and die too?

No, you can't.

Bad girls like you live forever.

You've got to be virtuous
if you want to die.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Who's that?

(FALTERING) Been away?

(WHEN JOANNA LOVED ME PLAYING)

Why don't you grow up?

Oh, Cas, men are such bastards!

(GROANS)

Two boiled eggs, toast and orange juice.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN 1: No, really?
They should know something.

WOMAN 2: Fantastic!

I mean, I don't know why
you don't see them.

Yeah, but don't you understand
what it represents?

But it's an art show.
Can't you see it represents...

MAN 2: Yes, well,
it's a beautiful flower.

WOMAN 2: Of course it's not a flower.

Don't you see it,
the petals unfurling...

- I mean, it's technically...
- What, that grey background with the...

Oh, yes, my...

Uh, excuse me...

Excuse me, please.

(GASPS) Hello.

Don't move. I'll come up.

Oh, my goodness me!
I didn't realise he was here.

Hi, there. How marvellous!

Excuse me, Mr Casson.

Do let me shake you by the hand.

Oh, we admired your work so much
at the Biennale.

- Are you in the Young Contemporaries?
- Not the way I'm feeling.

Until Death
was a wonderful article on you

in the colour supplement.
The Observer.

- Telegraph, yeah.
- Oh, yeah, Telegraph.

He wrote it. It's all lies, every word.

Oh, he did?

Oh, it was a wonderful piece,
I must say.

You're very kind.

Anyway, I must be getting along.

I just wanted to tell you

-how much I loved your work.
- Thank you very much.

Don't feel ashamed to ask
if you feel like buying something.

- They're all for sale.
- Oh, yeah.

- The idea! You'll live. You'll live.
- Yeah.

Well, not too bad,
we seem to be doing quite well.

What's the matter? You seem worried.
Is something wrong?

Oh, nothing.
Just some bit of trouble, that's all.

They're taking Sanderson to hospital.
He's on the way out.

You can't go in there,
they're giving him things.

They won't even let me in.

- What happened?
- He just flaked out.

I didn't know what to do,
so I called Harbottle

and he brought him in.

They've been giving him
a blood transfusion.

But he had that before.

Yes, but this...

- This is...
- Come on now, come on.

You can go in now, but one at a time.
And make it very short.

- JOANNA: When did it happen?
- About 4:00.

I wasn't there.
She said he wouldn't wake up.

Like a coma.

Is he awake now?

I suppose so,
otherwise they wouldn't let us in.

This man is too much, I tell you.

Jesus, he...

He just doesn't want to die.

- Is he any better?
- Oh, we don't know yet.

- Has he come around? Good.
- Yeah, yeah.

When did you come?

Oh, about half an hour ago.

- Can we see him?
- Apparently.

- Can he talk?
- I suppose so.

Now, just one minute, that's all.

Ah, Joanna. How nice.

Do sit down.

JOANNA: The nurses here
are terribly strict.

They said I couldn't stay very long.

I know, they're so silly.

- What have you been up to?
- Oh, just mucking about.

How are you feeling now?

I'm bored with telling people
how I feel.

Tell me about your weekend
with those terrifying Murphys.

Well, I didn't see
much of them actually.

It was all right. There was a ghost,
and then they had a dance.

Was that good?

I hear Hendrik's exhibition
is a great success.

I am glad.

I've just been there.
I'm so happy for him.

I'm terribly proud of discovering him.

(CHUCKLES)

If it hadn't been for you, we never
should have been able to get him.

I'm so pleased with myself.

My partner is so jealous.

He thinks I don't know anything
about anything.

Oh, did you go to the wedding?

-(SOBBING)
- Dominic really couldn't know...

Joanna, please.

Please, no crying. Stop it.
I won't allow crying. Stop it.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm sorry.
Lord Sanderson cannot see anyone else.

- He really is too tired.
- SANDERSON: Gordon!

Well, now, go in.

Now, I can't let anyone else see him.

Mr Harbottle has told he must rest.

But surely I can see him.
His mother.

If anyone's going to see him at all.

Well, I suppose so, Lady Sanderson.
But everybody else must...

(PHONE RINGING)

(INAUDIBLE)

- It's illegal.
- MAID: What is?

Burying people in gardens.

I don't think it's illegal.
You can bury people where you like.

Still they're gonna have trouble selling
the house now if he's buried here.

Oh, I don't think so.

Not if they dig him up
and put him elsewhere.

That's not very nice though, is it?

He was going to give his body away
to the hospital.

- Only they wouldn't let him.
- I should think not.

Still I don't think
they should have put him here.

They should have put him in churchyard,
near a church.

There's something wrong
about burying people in the garden.

Haigh used to bury people in the garden.

Ah, no, my dear, you're wrong.
You're thinking of Christie.

Haigh was in the Air Force.

He was a sex killer.

Christie buried his victims
in the garden.

You know,
I'm glad we didn't get married.

It was always a joke.

But I wish I had a baby.

Something to, you know.

What kind of scene is that?

You had a great year together.

- You can't ask for more than that.
-(STARTS ENGINE)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(SLURRING) I used to be so good.

I was very good. Very good.

My cultural upbringing

was corrupted by this country.

But you know that. Yeah, sure you did.

Surely enough they have girls
with loose morals, you know.

But not me, baby.

I tried to be cool.

I was with the cool crowd.

Until I met Peter.

Oh.

Only last Monday, he just...

Oh, Peter.

Last Monday...

Oh, Peter.

Lovely Peter.

Nice, kind,

lovely Peter.

GORDON: I loved that man, you know that?

I met him in the south of France
when I was selling ice cream on a stick.

I never...

Hi, there.

I never met anyone more kind.

You know, he loaned me the money
to buy the shares I needed for the club.

I was just a manager, you know that?

What?

My sister and I came here
about eight years ago.

She went to school here.
I was on the bum.

(LAUGHS)

(MOUTHING)

Hi.

Um, then I went to States
for about three years.

Then I came back broke.

And then I worked at this and that.

I had a property scene
going for a while.

Hi, baby.

Hi.

Got any men friends?

Oh, they all seem to be out of town.

(MAN LAUGHING)

GORDON: Uh...

Then that folded up,
the property bit, you know.

And then I got into
the nightclub business.

And that's when...
That's when Peter helped me out.

Why didn't you go out
with coloured girls?

Oh, I'm just being polite, baby.

You know,
when in Rome, do like the Romans.

Don't you like them?

Well, I don't know any. I mean,
I'm sure some of them are nice.

I wish you were white.

Yeah, that's what my mother said.

She said, "How am I going to
explain this to your father

"when he comes home?"

No, because I think
I'm falling in love with you.

I bet you say that to all the boys.

No. No, I am. I just know.

But why?

Because you frighten me a bit.
Does that make sense?

I think you're going to die
or something.

And I don't want to lose you.

And you're so beautiful.

Oh, shucks, I ain't beautiful.

It's just that I'm very good
with make-up.

Stop that!

Ah, you can't be jealous? Too?

I love you, Gordon.

I really do.

That's one way to keep our profits down.

Hi, baby. You've been shopping?

Three of the most obvious hoods
I've ever seen in my entire life

in a blue Jag outside.

- Are they here for you?
- They came for their wages.

- Did you pay them?
- Sure.

What do you think I am, stupid?

Did you get anything nice?
Hey, that's new, isn't it?

That's nice.

Here's a present.

Baby...

Phew! That is great!

But I don't smoke.

It's all I could nick.

(GASPS) Get.

I'll change it. How about cuff-links?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

It's great, baby. It really is.

Mmm.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCATTING)

- Nigger!
- Nigger!

(SHUSHING)

(GRUNTING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

The lady said you had...

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Lady said you had some kind of trouble
and she asked me to come up.

Trouble? No.

Some trouble? Some mistake, man.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

- Who was this lady?
- I'd rather not say, sir.

A lady from this block.

- This lady your wife?
- No, sir, she wasn't my wife.

Does your wife know
about this collapse in your morals?

A complaint has been...

(DOORBELL RINGING)

A complaint has been lodged
about a disturbance, sir.

We've been told
there's some fighting in your apartment.

- May I come in, sir?
- No, man, you may not.

Gordon, what is it?

You go right back
to your little police station, man.

There's been no trouble, no disturbance,
no nothing.

Are you his wife? How old are you?

I told you, man. Mind your own business.

- Don't, Gordon. I'm 18.
- Shut up!

- Now, you clear out of here.
- Well...

If I can just take a statement from you,
then I'll go.

I'll come in if I may,
so we can do it in private.

(EXCLAIMS)

Big shot, ain't you? Now you've done it.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

OFFICER 1: How long do you say
you've been in this country?

I have been a resident of
this country now for eight years.

And I've been paying taxes and rates
for eight years.

So, when you address me,
you call me "sir".

You claim you come from Sierra Leone?

"Sir".

"Sir" if you like.

- You come from Sierra Leone?
- Yeah.

You haven't got your passport, have you?

Look, man, you haven't got
any warrant of entry.

So, let's keep it polite, shall we?

Look, if you'll cooperate with us,
you'll find things much easier.

Oh, you don't happen to
have your student's card here, do you?

Don't know, I'll have a look.

Here you are, man.

Thank you.

It's out of date.

- Oh, it describes you here as a student.
- I forgot to renew it.

- You say you're a company director.
- Oh, that should be nearly about a year.

Try not to be so tense.

- This is your address here, now, is it?
- Yes.

When I got my passport I was a student,
but now I'm company director.

Take a copy of
this young lady's address.

Now, are your parents living...

Now, this man was a burglar.

But why didn't you report him
or hand him over to the police?

Oh, he got away, man.
But he didn't take anything.

I didn't want to waste your time.
I just...

How was I to know that
you had so many men with nothing to do.

OFFICER 2: You've still got to settle
this business

of striking a police officer.

GORDON: I didn't strike nobody.
I pushed him out of my flat.

You haven't been telling little fibs
that I've been striking you or nothing?

(GORDON LAUGHING)

OFFICER: This is a very serious offence.

I hope you're aware of that.

Daddy, I've got four policemen here.

Yes, four.

I don't know.
Perhaps they like staying together.

You know,
like Mrs Smith's five little boys.

Well, they're giving us a hard time.

Gordon, the boy I'm with. Mmm.

Well, a burglar broke into the flat.

Gordon's flat, and he...

He caught him. Gordon caught him
and then he got away.

And now they're giving us a rough time

because, well, we threw a policeman out
of the flat and...

No! No, he didn't take anything. No.

Mmm. My father wants to speak to you.

Ah.

Daddy knows all about the law.
He's a magistrate.

Inspector Harrison. West End Central.
Good evening, sir.

Yeah. Oh, no, no, we...

We don't see very much of him nowadays.

Not after that last affair. (LAUGHS)

Yes, it was. Shocking, wasn't it? Yes.

Well, what can you do,
somebody's always got to pay the price.

Yes.

Little... Little house in Woking,
I think, sir.

Well, we had a complaint
from a very young constable

about a bit of violence.

No. No, not as far as I can judge, sir.

Right. Yes, well, we'll leave things
as they are then. Hmm.

Yes. No, no, no,
your daughter's been very cooperative.

Yes. Right, sir.

Well, perhaps we can expect you down
our part of the world some time, eh?

(LAUGHING) You never know your luck.

Right, sir. Right. Good night.

- Yes, Daddy.
- Well, we...

We shan't be pressing charges.

But just watch that
nasty temper of yours, will you?

It might get you into trouble
one of these days.

Oh, I'm in love. Mmm.
Oh, nice little flat.

Okay, Daddy. Bye.

OFFICER 1: Don't bother to see us out.

We're in the book if you should need us.

Okay. Sorry you were put
to all the trouble.

Oh, it's all in the day's work.

- Good night. Good night, Mr French.
- Bye.

(DOOR CLOSES)

"You too could find a satisfying career
in Her Majesty's prisons.

"Men from many walks of life
make successful prison officers."

Does the family know about this place?

- No, they don't.
- Why not?

Because Peter never told them.

We bought it as a secret
to bring our birds to.

Who knows about it?

You, me, one or two ladies
of gentle birth.

- That's all?
- Sure.

Coffee.

That's great.

Where's Ireland from here?

There.

Why can't we live here. Hmm?

Because we've got to get you
an education.

This is a treat for when you are good.

London's so sad.
I wish we could stay here forever.

Don't you say that.
I am still very young!

(LAUGHING)

So, it's love, is it?

Must be.

Does this mean
that there won't be any more

hanky-panky?

Afraid not.

Hmm, you're right.

- It must be love.
- MAN: Cash all right?

Marvellous.

- Hey!
- Yeah, that's right.

Hmph!

Here.

No thanks, I never touch the stuff.

Sure you won't take one

-for later?
- No, really.

Honestly, Cas,

once you start taking that stuff,
there's no telling how it might end.

(LAUGHS) That's funny.

First time ever in my life
that I have money

and now I can't give it away.

So...

So, tell me all about it.

About him.

Don't hit me! (WHIMPERS)

Don't hit me.

(SOBBING) I love you, Gordon.

I do, I swear it.

I've never loved anybody.

I love you.

Please, baby.

(STIFLED SOB) Please.

Ah!

You black bastard.

(GORDON WHISTLING)

JOANNA: You knew I wasn't doing
anything with Cas, didn't you?

GORDON: Sure.

The why did you hit me?

(GORDON CHUCKLES)

'Cause I am a black bastard
and I know what's best for you.

You clever thing.

You get cleverer and cleverer.

(JOANNA GIGGLING)

-(DOORBELL RINGS)
- All right.

(SLAPS)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT)

(GORDON WHIMPERING)

(JOANNA SOBBING)

GORDON: I'll get those bastards.

I'll get 'em one by one.

I'll get them.

GORDON: I ain't going far, baby.

I gotta look after my business.

Be back soon.

Well, are you pregnant or aren't you?

I am.

Are you sure?

How sure do you want me to be?

Well, we know what to do about that.

Why did you get pregnant?

- I wanted to.
- Wanted to?

Well, I didn't and I did,
and when I did, I was glad.

(CHUCKLES) Now you're glad you love it
to become unglad, baby.

I'm more worried about Gordon. Oh.

He's cool. He can look after himself.

He's got something going, no sweat.

- You sure?
- Sure, I'm sure.

♪ Land of hope and glory ♪

Miss Sorren, we're police officers.

Now, there's a thing
I wouldn't have known.

We'd like a word with you.
May we come in?

Yes, come in, come in.

Do sit down somewhere.

I'm making tea. Would you like some?

- Not for me.
- If you're making some, I'll join you.

Well, if he is, I will too.

We've come about Gordon French.
Haven't seen him, have you?

No, not for about two weeks.

Any idea where he might be?

My colleagues out at West End Central
said that you'd know if anyone did.

(CHUCKLES) Is that how they put it?

If you could give us a lead,
it'd be most helpful.

Um, that's what I'm worried about.

I just don't know.

I mean, he moves around.
He could be anywhere.

America, south of France, Sierra Leone.

I don't know.

I'm just as worried as you are.

What's he supposed to have done?

I thought this business with the burglar
was all cleared up.

Nasty little man. The inspector said
that they weren't going...

(MUTTERING) What's this about a burglar?

The time Carson came around
and they'd had a burglar.

- It's what started it.
- Ah!

No, no, it's nothing to do with that.

No, we'd like to
get in touch with Mr French

just to see if he could help us
with our inquiries.

What about?

Just to see if he could be
of any assistance.

But inquiries about what?

Murder, Miss Sorren. We're from
Scotland Yard. There's been a murder.

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

Excuse me.

I ain't going far, baby.

I gotta look after my business.

Be back soon.

(BLOWS KISS)

(INAUDIBLE)

(TYRES SCREECH)

You know something?
I could do this all day.

DRIVER: We lost them yet?

Yes, a masterly stroke.

Ah, you only say that because it's true.

(WHEN JOANNA LOVED ME PLAYING)

Oh!

Well, now,
aren't you a clever little girl?

You tell anybody I was here?

No one. The police tried to follow me
but I lost them.

And I even found your money.

Well, come on. Gimme, gimme, gimme,
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.

- Come on. Gimme.
- The money.

Oh.

Well, now,

what shall we do to while away the time?

JOANNA: Will you come back to me ever?

GORDON: I've got a family to support.

What kind of louse do you think I am?

JOANNA: How can you get to Ireland
from here?

GORDON: Easy,
all I needed was some bread.

Then I've got to get out of Ireland,
and that's the real problem.

Boy, if I could get
an American passport.

JOANNA: Can't you?

Well, there's enough hoods around
can get me one.

That's it. All I needed was money.

We're gonna swing, baby.

Don't say that.

There's a whole scene waiting for us
in New York.

(JOANNA SIGHS)

You can get a job there.

Well, we can fix that.

And one day,
we'll meet up in Central Park.

And I'll say, "Hey! I know that face."

"I know those knickers."

(CHUCKLES) It's all gonna happen, baby.

It's all gonna happen.

GORDON: And one day,
we'll meet up in Central Park.

And I'll say, "Hey, I know that face."

JOANNA: "I know those knickers."
(GIGGLING)

GORDON: It's all gonna happen, my baby.

It's all going to happen.

A year isn't too long.

It's forever.

Stay with it, baby.

I've got a family now.

I never had a family before.

You'd better make up your mind quickly
about the child.

I have. I'm having it.

- At last.
- At last, what?

Now, you'll know.

Now, all we have got to do is
sort out your other problems.

You're almost cured.

Huh?

- Sorry.
- Yes?

- So...
- I'm a police officer.

I wonder if I might have
a word with you.

Okay, I'll move. I mean, uh...
Still better, you move.

No, no, no. You stay.

This is private.

We've got no secrets.
I know what he has for breakfast.

I wonder if you don't mind telling me
where you went last Thursday,

Friday and Saturday.

I went away for a couple of days.

Would you mind telling me where?

I went alone.
I've had a hard time, you know.

Yes, I appreciate that.
Would you mind telling me where?

I went away to think.

Where?

To the Gordon House Hotel
in Brighton.

Gordon House Hotel in Brighton.

- Mmm.
- Thank you very much.

That's all I wanted to know.
Good day to you.

- Could have been staying with me.
- Ah, I didn't think of that.

Anyway, we've got this one fixed.

- Sure?
- Sure.

(INAUDIBLE)

All right? I knock off now.
Any crimes you want solved?

You've been a very naughty girl.

Can't think when.

We got in touch with Mrs Laurie

of the Gordon House Hotel
as you might have guessed.

Oh, yes. Dear old Mrs Laurie.

She did say that
there was a Miss Sorren staying there.

What do you think I am?
Dishonest or something?

Is virtue completely alien
to your experience?

But our descriptions didn't quite tally.

You see, it seems that the Miss Sorren
who was staying there was coloured.

Well, I do tend to wear
rather a lot of makeup.

Now, if we're going to be able to help
your friend, Gordon French,

nobody wants to see him get put away
for 20 years, believe me.

We must have some sort
of cooperation from you.

Got to catch him first.

Oh, we've caught him
all right, in Dublin.

It wasn't very difficult

after we found the cottage
Lord Sanderson had given him.

It's just a stone's throw
across the water.

They're bringing him in today.

Now, you might be required to give
Queen's evidence

and tell us what happened on the night
of November 3rd...

PETER:
Joanna, please, please, no crying.

Please. Joanna, please, no.

No crying. I don't allow crying.

Joanna, please, no.

Stop it. No crying.
I don't allow crying. Stop it. There.

When you see it staring you in the face,

when you know you can't avoid it,

my dear Joanna,

then you make a stand.

We're all frightened of
accepting responsibility.

But when you die, it's already too late.

Death is a reality.

An end of life. A finish.

Therefore,
we must make use of our lives.

Make them into little works of art.

And as you know, Joanna,

a work of art needs a set of rules,

even if they are to be broken.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(SOBBING)

Oh, Cas, they are so cruel
to lock him up like that.

He's too beautiful.

(GAVEL BANGING)

JUDGE: You have been
convicted of manslaughter,

and as such, you must pay the price.

We have been subjected to testimonies
on the excellence of your character

but I can find no trace of this
in the case before me.

And we must bear in mind your admitted
brutality and severe injuries

you inflicted on three other men
before attacking your final victim.

And although we are prepared to accept
that you had a justifiable grievance

we cannot accept that men
of your violent temperament

be allowed to continue their careers
of heedless brutality

without being put away for
some considerable length of time.

I therefore sentence you
to 10 years' imprisonment

in a place where you can cause
no more annoyance to the public.

I feel just empty. Just nothing.

It's horrible.
I should have had the baby.

I know I should have.

What's the point of babies? Of anything,
if you let them take it away from you.

You're still my little girl, you know.

Always remember that.

The house is going to be very quiet
without you.

Don't overdo it in London.

(INAUDIBLE)

I don't like leaving London.
Everyone will miss me so much.

Not more than I do, darling.

Look, you hurry back.
I've got to hustle.

I need a friend.

Bye-bye, Annie.

Bye-bye, Walter.

Bye-bye, Stewart.

Bye, Michael.

Right.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, not bad, is it?

Hope it's a boy.

Goodbye, dear Cas.

Bye, darling.

This ain't the end, you know.
I'm coming back.

Bye!

MAN: One, two, three!

(BAND PLAYING)

ALL: ♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ You sure look good to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ A sweet sight
for these tired eyes to see

♪ You fill my heart with hope

♪ Your smile's like Cinemascope

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ You're the top banana to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ You sure look good to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ A sweet sight
for these tired eyes to see

♪ You fill my heart with hope

♪ Your smile's like Cinemascope

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ You're the top banana to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ You sure look good to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ A sweet sight
for these tired eyes to see

♪ You fill my heart with hope

♪ Your smile's like Cinemascope

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ You're the top banana to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ You sure look good to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ A sweet sight
for these tired eyes to see

♪ You fill my heart with hope

♪ Your smile's like Cinemascope

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ You're the top banana to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ You sure look good to me

♪ Joanna, Joanna

♪ A sweet sight
for these tired eyes to see

♪ You fill my heart with hope

♪ Your smile's like Cinemascope

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ And, oh, oh, Joanna

♪ You're the top banana to me ♪