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Hello, Sue.

I came to see if there
was anything you want.

May I touch her?

Susan?

It's me, Sarah.

Good-bye, Susan.

I'll come again tomorrow.

Will you be able to keep her
here in the nursing home?

I hope so,
while she's quiet like this.

It may be only a passing phase.

I'll stay with her
if that's all right.

Captain Samuels
will see you out.

She seems quite happy.

Yes.

Because she's free.

Susan freed the baby first.

In a ritual, a ring of fire.

Like the scorpion you watched
when you were children.

Yes.

And dressed him
in a christening gown

with a pattern
of lace butterflies.

Your mother says
someone told Susan

that butterflies were
prisoners caught in a web.

A missionary that stayed
with your step-grandmother.

Is that important,
do you think?

I think it's important
to my mother, Captain Samuels.

She'd probably like
to blame Miss Batchelor

for anything that's wrong.

Ought I to tell you that?

It's what I thought.

I told your mother
Miss Batchelor was not to blame.

Is she important to your sister?

That's what I mean.

Barbie?

No, not really.

Important to me.

Come in.

Barbara.

I'm sorry,
this is very difficult.

Mrs. Layton...
Mildred...

has asked me
to return these to you.

No.

The spoons?

But they were
my wedding gift to Susan.

How could Mildred possibly...

I'm sorry, Barbara.

I know it was
wrong of her.

You gave the spoons
to Susan

and they are not
her mother's to return,

but what could I do?

Dearly as I should
have liked to refuse,

I couldn't hide them.

I hope you will take
the exceptional circumstances

into consideration
and forgive her.

Blessed are
the insulted and upon.

They shall inherit
the kingdom of heaven.

Which is currently under offer
with vacant possession.

What did you say?

Forgive me.

But the circumstances
are indeed exceptional.

I am not myself.

Mildred is not herself.

Thou art not changed.

And God is not mocked.

I have a letter
from the mission.

Mr. Studholme writes
from Calcutta.

He's sorry that he has
no employment to offer

and no accommodation
to go with such employment.

But I have Mabel's legacy.

£150 a year now.

So I can afford to give
you and Arthur

a little more
for my board and lodging.

It's only a temporary
arrangement.

Your suggestion
is generous.

But you must understand
I can't accept it.

They are
apostle spoons.

Did you look, Clarissa?

Which of them is Doubting
Thomas, would you say?

They were all working men,

smelling of sweat and fish
and the timber yard.

They'd get short shrift
in Pankot.

Wouldn't give tuppence for their
chances in the officers' Mess,

where they keep the silver.

But they aresilver...
the spoons.

I'm sorry, Barbara.

But there are things
I must attend to.

A gift for the officers' Mess.

Of silver.

Oh, good afternoon.

I wonder if you can you help me?

Do you know if Captain Coley
is here or in the Mess?

Coley, the adjutant?

No, I'm afraid he isn't.

Have any of you chaps
seen Captain Coley?

No!

He wasn't in the Mess
at lunchtime, either.

I expect he's gone home.

How dreadfully inconvenient.

I suppose I should have rung,
but I was on an errand.

I was coming this way.

Well, we could give you
a lift if you like.

We're going
past his quarters.

Really?

That would be kind,
in view of the weather.

No trouble.

If you just hop in.

And mind the step,
it's rather high.

Thank you.

I can manage.

Wasn't raining at all when I
left home-- not that I mind it.

Adjutant Sahib
bungalow.

Adjutant Sahib.

It's not too far
off the track.

It's a bit narrow for the truck
or we'd take you to the door.

I'm all right.

I'm dressed for it.

Good luck if I don't
see you again.

I hope I haven't
made you late.

That's fine.

Bye!

Well protected.

Captain Coley?

How long has
she been like this?

I made her promise
not to get up.

After that I was
busy all day.

Then the boy said
she hadn't touched her supper.

I wish I'd known sooner.

It's risky moving her,

but I don't think we
could save her here.

She's got broncho-pneumonia
and the heart's pretty weak.

What on earth has the poor
little thing been doing?

She set off yesterday
to visit Captain Coley,

but he wasn't there.

He brought her
sou'wester back today.

I think she must have
dropped it on his veranda

and then got soaked
on her way home.

I suppose she's quite
alone in the world.

Till she came to Pankot she
lived entirely for the mission.

She talks about getting
back into harness,

but of course she's past it.

I think it was
a letter she had

saying they
wouldn't have her back

that brought this on.

Will you have her back,
Mrs. Peplow?

That is, if the question
should happen to arise.

I ask because it
could be important.

If we get her over it.

People don't only die
of disease, you know.

Dear Colonel Trehearne,

I am sending you today a small
gift of silver teaspoons

which I should like to present
to the officers' Mess

in memory of the late
Mrs. Mabel Layton.

I hope this will be acceptable.

Yours sincerely,
Barbara Batchelor.

Well, Millie, you should be glad I came.

I've got you out

of that pokey little
grace-and-favor bungalow

and into Rose Cottage
at last.

After all these years.

It's somewhere for John
to come home to.

Any news
on that front?

Nothing for weeks,
through the Red Cross.

Since D-Day.

Which won't surprise you.

Oh, hell.

Probably Kevin.

Aren't you fed up
with nursing the brat?

Minnie can take him.

No, don't bother.

Nearly asleep.

Hello?

She never was much good
with babies.

You know I had to prod her
rather to let me come.

And Arthur didn't want me
to leave Calcutta.

But it's a mercy I did.

With Susan in the nursing home
and everything to move up here.

How is Susan?

It's going to take time.

Well, that's what
he says.

Captain Samuels.

I can't say I'm
altogether happy with him.

Why?

Well, I daresay he's
useful to the army,

spotting malingerers
and that sort of thing.

One has to face it, Nicky.

He is a man and he's a Jew.

Yes.

Millie believes

that Susan's trouble
has something to do

with that woman who used
to live here with Mabel.

That missionary.

Miss Batchelor?

Millie's awfully
against her, isn't she?

And the estate's had to fork out
for her annuity, as well.

I mean, Millie says if she dies
after it's been bought,

there's hundreds
of rupees wasted!

Perhaps she won't
live long enough

for it to be bought at all.

Clarissa Peplow told me

Captain Travers doesn't
expect her to pull through.

She's been in hospital
for over a week

and she hasn't popped off yet.

Whether she does or not,

Millie says the idea
of an annuity

can only have come from her

because it's a typical
lower-middle-class idea

of upper-class respectability.

Mrs. Trehearne says her
husband's had a present

from Miss Batchelor.

A little gift
of silver for the Mess.

He thought it
rather touching.

This baby's wet.

I shall have to take him
to Minnie after all.

No, Panther, you stay here.

He's missing Susan, of course.

Pipe down, Panther.

Susan Mem gone.

Right off her chump, in fact.

Millie?

Oh.

I thought you were
on the phone.

I was.

Sarah's coming home
from the daftar.

It was Dickie Beauvais.

She's coming home
in his car.

Why?

It's barely 12:00, what for?

Sarah passed out at the daftar.

Only we're not supposed
to know.

Dickie says he'll be back with
her in about ten minutes

with some story
about the daftar being slack.

Well.

Perhaps she'll listen now,
and stop being silly.

It's ridiculous her going
to the daftar at all.

You think so?

You can't let her go on like
this with Susan being ill.

It's all too much.

If you won't speak to her,
Millie, I will.

Haven't you spoken
to her already?

What do you mean?

What should I mean?

One of us must talk to her!

I've been thinking.

If Sarah doesn't get a holiday
soon, she'll crack up.

Why don't I do what I
suggested the other day

and take her back
to Calcutta with me when I go?

And then when Susan's better,
we can all meet

in Darjeeling for a few weeks
and be back in Calcutta again

in time for Christmas.

Let's face it, Millie.

Pankot's awfully dull for
young girls like Sarah and Sue.

You used to say what
a jolly little place it was.

Well, it's not anymore.

No.

And compared to Calcutta,
it's got nothing to offer.

No madly handsome young officers
fresh from the jungle

ready to tear the place apart.

It would do Sarah
the world of good.

You think so?

Don't misunderstand me,
Millie,

but I think a lot of the
burden's fallen on Sarah

with John being away
all these years.

I mean, I know it's
been hard for you, as well.

But it's not right
for a young girl.

It's beginning to show.

I mean with men.

And we don't want Sarah
on the shelf, do we?

You should have
seen her when she was

with us just that one day.

The boys thought
she was stunning.

And one in particular...

Wasn't one enough?

Take her to Calcutta, then.

The sooner the better,
I imagine.

Millie, what on earth is wrong?

Oh, stop putting on an act!

It's very good, but it's
beginning to irritate me.

I don't want to know
the details now or ever

but you can stop treating me
like a bloody fool

because I know exactly
what's been going on.

If you want Sarah to think
she's fooled me,

all well and good, but
you're my silly little sister

and it would be bad
for my morale

to let you imagine
you got away with it!

You're drunk, Millie,
that's all I know.

But you must be right.

I am silly.

Dense!

I haven't the least idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, haven't you honestly?

No, I haven't!

Then you'd better
come with me.

There's a glass in there
if you want to bring the gin.

Sarah packed everything
for herself and Susan

when we did the move.

One thing I've always done
for her, perhaps the only thing,

is make sure she has plenty
of sannies when she's due.

She's regular,
but she has a ghastly time,

as I did before she was born.

She was due a week after
her visit to you in Calcutta.

I gave her one
of these packets then.

She was due again
last week.

That's when I gave
her the other one.

Millie, what are you saying?

That according
to the evidence in here,

Sarah's missed twice
and hasn't told me.

I thought perhaps she told you.

To make you help her
get hold of the man

you so kindly
introduced her to

or to get rid of the thing
in Calcutta.

Isn't that what this cozy
little trip is all about?

To fix her up with
some shady Calcutta doctor

who'll pop her neatly
into some expensive clinic

as Mrs. Smith
requiring a D and C?

No, Millie, no!

Well, that's what you're
going to have to do,

get the bloody thing aborted!

My God,
I could murder you!

You had charge of her
for 24 stinking hours.

And she's in the bloody club!

What a ridiculous woman you are.

In Mirat you made that silly
fuss about her going riding

with the young Kasim boy.

"Was it wise?"

Isn't that what you asked me?

It's a pity you didn't ask
yourself if it was wise

before you chucked her
into the arms

of some randy little English
officer from God-knows-where!

No, Millie,
it wasn't that at all.

There's the car.

You'd better pull
yourself together.

As soon
as Nicky Paynton's gone,

you can start to worm it
out of her.

Pretend I don't know,
if you like,

but deal with it.

You understand?

Millie.

But you can't be sure.

Oh, God!

Hello, Mrs. Layton.

Dickie!

What a nice surprise.

Nothing much on
at the daftar.

I thought I'd drop
Sarah round.

You'll stay for lunch?

I'll tell Marmut.

Sarah, dear,
you look exhausted.

Go in and freshen up.

And get out of that
boring old uniform.

Nicky Paynton's here.

We're on the veranda.

Sarah?

Oh, poor pet, poor pet.

It's all right.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

It was Jimmy Clark.

Oh, it's so dreadful.

It doesn't matter.

I didn't love him.

Sorry, Aunt Fenny.

I know what I've got to do.

The Viceroy also inspected men of his old division,

which arrived
in India two years ago.

Lord Wavell told them what
he and all of us think

of their magnificent record.

United Kingdom
or Indian soldiers,

it's one and the same story, a
story of the utmost gallantry,

often against great odds.

The Maharaja of Manipore,
whose state the Japs invaded,

was present at the parade.

And the Nagha chiefs
from the hills

on the Assam/Burma
frontier brought presents

for the Viceroy.

All sorts of things-- swords,
blankets and embroidered cloths.

With solemn dignity they made
their presentations

to Lord Wavell as Viceroy, but
of course it was also their way

of thanking every
fighting man in Burma

for driving back the Japs.

For their gifts, the Viceroy
in turn thanks them.

Hello, Barbie.

Are you feeling better?

I brought you these
from the garden.

The yellow ones you like.

Thank you, Sarah.

My silly old voice.

It seems to be packing up.

Some might say a blessing.

You've been here before?

Once or twice.

You were asleep.

I came today because
I'm going to Calcutta.

With Aunt Fenny.

We leave tomorrow.

When Susan's better, she and
Mother are going to join us.

Then we'll all go to Darjeeling.

Probably sometime
in September.

We're going
to close Rose Cottage.

Only till Christmas.

Objection.

I don't want you to go.

I've got to go in any case.

I promised Aunt Fenny.

They think I need a holiday.

Are you ill?

No, Barbie.

Do I look ill?

You'll like Calcutta.

My trunk is still
at the mali's shed.

Does your mother know?

I'll remind the mali.

He's staying to take care
of things.

Will you see Captain Merrick...

...in Calcutta?

I think he's gone.

Somewhere they fit
artificial limbs.

So soon after the amputation?

It was two months ago.

I think... Miss Manners...

must have been rather
a special person.

She could have got rid of it

before it was born.

People would have
praised her.

I often think of Captain Merrick
when I'm lying here.

Do you, Barbie?

Those boys he said
attacked Miss Manners.

Suppose he got it wrong.

Yes?

Would it be worse
for him to know it,

or not to know it?

Better to know.

In the end.

Better than
to have no conscience.

Don't let's talk
about Ronald Merrick.

Let's talk about you.

Small subject, little voice.

Do you think God is deaf?

No matter.

Words are no use to him.

I'll never see you again.

Don't go!

Oh, Barbie.

It's not for good.

No.

No.

It doesn't matter
about my trunk.

The toys will do for
the baby when he's older.

Everything else
can be thrown away.

You said the trunk
was your history.

Lying here, one has no history.

Just each hour of the day.

Is Susan getting well?

You can see the nursing
home from your balcony.

Captain Samuels says
she can come out

to go to Nicky Paynton's party.

That's next week.

I shall sit out on the balcony
and transmit prana to her.

That's the goodness in the air.

You breathe it in and out.

Like smelling roses.

Is Captain Beauvais waiting
for you with the car?

No, I'll get a rickshaw.

I must go now.

Bye-bye, Barbie.

Good-bye, Sarah.

You'll write,

if you have time?

Of course.

If you meet a Mr. Studholme...

But that's very unlikely.

He's mission,
but very important.

Yes, I'll remember.

I hope Susan is better
for Nicky Paynton's party.

God doesn't hear.

See you later.

Hello, how are you?

Hello, Mrs. Squires.

Isn't it rather an
extraordinary choice

for Susan's first time out?

A party?

She wanted to come,
apparently.

She asked this
Captain Samuels chap

and he said it was
a first-rate idea.

Her trick cyclist?

He's dropping in later
to take her back

so she won't get too tired.

You must be so looking
forward to going home.

I shan't be home
very long.

We're all packing up
and going to Darjeeling.

Then on to Cal
for Christmas.

So I'll hardly see
Rose Cottage at all.

Isn't Sarah
in Calcutta now?

With Aunt Fenny.

Are you all right, darling?

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm trying
to say hello to everyone

in case I'm leaving early.

Hello, Dorothy,
Hello, Mrs. Lanborn.

Hello.

How are the children?

I'd say she's rather better than herself again.

Susan used to let
people come to her.

Now she's mingling.

Perhaps this Jew boy is
cleverer than Mildred thinks.

Isn't that him now?

I'll have to do my bit.

Captain Samuels?

I'm Nicky Paynton, the one
who's throwing this shindig.

Come on in.

Isobel, may I introduce
Captain Samuels?

Captain Samuels,
Mrs. Rankin,

the wife of our area commander.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Will you have a drink?

No, thanks, I mustn't stay.

Are you related at all
to Myra and Izzy Samuels?

They're friends
of ours at home.

Sir Isaac Samuels?

No, he's no relation.

But I gather you know him?

Professionally.

I've met Lady Myra
at Chester Square.

If you know Izzy professionally,
you must be interested

in tropical medicine, too.

I'm afraid I know absolutely
nothing about psychiatry.

Are you a Freudian
or a Jungian?

Isn't that what one
is supposed to ask?

People do.

I find Reich's
ideas of interest.

And what does Mr. Reich say?

Any answer I could give would
be an oversimplification.

Well, it's the only kind I'd
understand, so do tell us.

Whatever the cause
of the neurosis,

the psychotherapist is concerned

with the patient's ability
to relax.

Reich believes that the human
orgasm is a major factor

in physical and mental health.

Oh, God!

I hope I haven't caused offense.

Not at all.

I asked a question
and you answered.

And I see you're
pressed for time.

I have quite a full afternoon.

If you'll excuse me.

Hello, Sam.

Are we going?

If you're ready.

Shall I come round
this evening, darling?

You must be bored stiff
with it, Mummy.

There's really no need.

Thank you for letting me come
to your party, Mrs. Paynton.

Hope you had fun.

Come on, Sam.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, good-bye.

I'm quite impressed
with that young man.

Why don't you
and Nicky come back

to Flagstaff House
when everyone's gone?

We'll have a rubber
or two and wind down.

God, the raving,
bloody lunatic!

Who was it, Mildred,
did you see?

I couldn't.

There were blinds
down the windows.

Blinds?

What was it, a damned hearse
on Flagstaff road?

Was there a crest?

I didn't see one.

Sorry, Memsahib.

It's all right, Shafi,
it's not your fault.

Whoever it was, they must have
been at Flagstaff House.

And left a card.

Yes, drive on, Shafi.

We'll ask the sentry who it was,
and if I know anything about it,

we shan't see them again.

Oh!

Clarissa?

Clarissa.

Oh, there you are, Barbara.

I was just going to see
if you had a moment.

Plenty of moments.

There seems to be some mystery
about a trunk at Rose Cottage.

No mystery.

The trunk is mine.

You want it removed?

Be appreciated.

Captain Coley is keeping
an eye on things

while the Laytons are away.

A spot of bother.

Their houseboy suspected mali
of having stolen the thing--

hidden in a shed.

Didn't mali explain
it was mine?

That's why I'm here.

To check his story.

In any case,
you want it removed.

That will be Arthur.

There's no room, you see,
for the trunk at Clarissa's.

It's different now,
back in harness.

Letter from Mr. Studholme
in Calcutta.

Temporary appointment at the
infants' school, Dibrapur.

Apparently,
he was visited by Sarah.

You knew she was there?

Yes.

No doubt she reassured him
I should soon be fit again.

Apart from my silly voice.

Dear.

I must conserve it for
the children at Dibrapur.

What time will be convenient?

For the trunk?

Tomorrow.

Doesn't have to be
first thing.

Oh, second thing tomorrow
will be fine.

No need for you to be there.

Just tell the mali.

Right, thanks.

And thank you for sending back
my sou'wester, Captain Coley.

I came with the spoons.

But there was no one there.

No... thank you.

Regiment most grateful.

For the spoons.

Mali?

Anyone there?

I beg your pardon.

You, what are you doing here?

This is private property.

I'm sorry.

I came to see the Laytons,

but the mali tells me they're
in Calcutta.

I asked if I could look round.

My name is Ronald Merrick.

Oh, I do apologize.

Of course...
Captain Merrick.

My name is Barbara Batchelor.

I was Mabel Layton's
companion.

I used to live here.

Miss Layton mentioned
you to me.

In connection
with a Miss Crane.

Is that correct?

How clever of you to remember.

Edwina and I were old friends.

They've taken in the chairs--
I can't ask you to sit.

How long are you
in Pankot?

Only for a week.

I'm at the hospital.

For tests and fittings.

I'm sorry.

I shan't miss it.

As long as I can ride.

It's fortunate you came today.

The mali was expecting me,

otherwise you'd have
found the gate locked.

I came to fetch my trunk.

I expect you saw it.

Where are you living now?

At the rectory bungalow.

You must come and visit us.

Though I expect there are a lot
of people anxious to meet you

because you're famous.

Susan was tremendously
grateful to you

for trying to rescue her husband
from that burning truck.

And then...

Yes?

I was thinking
of the Manners case.

Do you smoke?

She was here, you know.

Lady Ethel Manners.

I saw her.

At the church.

Really?

But perhaps you'd rather
not speak about it.

Some people said you were let
down by your superior officers

after the arrests.

They were guilty, you know.

One in particular.

His name is Kumar.

The Inspector General agreed.

Nobody let me down.

And it's all over.

The girl is dead.

The child is alive.

I mean the case died
with the girl.

His child, presumably.

At least, one presumes
she imagined so.

It must have been
a beautiful garden.

Yes.

She cared for it.

Mabel, I mean.

Tell me about Edwina Crane.

What did you want to know?

She left a letter, before she...

Before she burned herself
to death.

It wasn't read at the inquest.

Do you know what it said?

It was sufficient
to justify a verdict

of suicide whilst
of unsound mind.

Though there was
one phrase I remember

which made her sound
very sane.

At least to me.

What was it?

"There is no God.

Not even on the road
from Dibrapur."

From Dibrapur.

She was traveling
from there to Mayapore

when she was attacked.

The rioters
burned her car.

The Indian schoolmaster who
was with her was killed.

She held him in her arms.

There on the road.

"There is no God.

Not even on the road
from Dibrapur."

That's where I'm going.

What did you say?

Nothing.

My voice... sorry.

It's going to rain.

I must be going.

Wait.

There's something
I want to give you.

Come, you can help me.

The lock may be
a little rusty.

Only a little rusty.

Oh, look!

I'd forgotten this.

The piece of lace Mabel gave me.

Butterflies caught in a web.

She wanted me
to have it as a shawl.

Like this.

There.

Here is what I wanted
to give you.

Oh, yes!

I remember this!

The Jewel in the Crown.

The other hand.

Too heavy?

I don't think so.

Right, you can do it.

You're giving this to me?

Of course.

Why?

One should always
share one's hopes.

This represents
an unfulfilled one.

This is the queen.

This is her crown.

The jewel...

...the jewel is India.

We've had everything
in this picture,

except what got left out.

I call it
"the unknown Indian."

He isn't there.

So the picture isn't finished.

Let me relieve you
of the weight.

I'll have the mali wrap it
in a piece of paper.

Would you be so kind
as to tell the rickshaw wallahs

to put the trunk in?

The trunk in the rickshaw?

Where else?

I'd have said it'd
be far too heavy.

Oh, nonsense.

It only contains my years.

They're light enough.

I don't advise this.

Have you far to send it?

Only down the hill
to the church.

It's very steep.

I think the fellows are right,
it's too great a load.

I'm paying them well.

They're old men,
it's a kindness, really.

How do you intend
to get back yourself?

Oh, in there, of course.

Good-bye, Mali.

The weight will
be impossible.

I shall balance the trunk.

Just help me in.

We shall soon be
on a splendid even keel.

Oh, did it hurt?

A little.

Poor boy.

I heard you were
to be decorated.

Did it come through?

Yes.

An MC?

A DSO, for some reason.

Oh, that's very distinguished.

Congratulations.

I'm sorry you missed
the Laytons.

There'll be other opportunities.

Don't forget the picture.

Au revoir, Captain Merrick.

Remember India, our hope.

♪ I've seen a deal of gaiety
throughout my noisy life ♪

♪ With all my grand
accomplishments ♪

♪ I ne'er could get a wife

♪ Champagne Charlie is my name

♪ Champagne Charlie
is my name ♪

♪ There's no drink as good
as fizz, fizz, fizz ♪

♪ I'll drink everything
there is, is, is ♪

♪ Champagne Charlie is my name

♪ Champagne drinking
is my game... ♪

Easily some of the best news coming out of Germany today

is the release of more and
more Allied prisoners of war.

Stalag 11B, which held about
6,500 men, was liberated

by the 7th Armored Division,
the Desert Rats.

And at least 15 Allied nations
were represented in the camp.

Men holding up five
fingers are indicating

that they've been prisoners
for five years.

When Brunswick was captured
by the Americans, Oflag 79,

one of the biggest officers'
camps in Germany, was liberated.

There were officers of the RAF,
Canadians, Indians,

and others here.

And even before
they left their prison,

they were naturally thrilled
to the core not only

by cigarettes, but by the
prospect that now lay ahead.

Morning, Edwina.

Or are we Barbie today?

What are we looking at?

Birds.

Aren't we speaking today,
either?

Or is it a day of silence?

Edwina?

Edwina, there's
someone to see you.

Barbie?

Barbie?

She hasn't spoken
since she came.

She's incorrigible.

Thank you, Sister Mary.

Barbie?

How are you?

Can you speak?

Do I live in Ranpur?

No, Pankot.

Rose Cottage.

I'm going to Bombay soon.

I'm going to meet my father.

Remember?

My father was in prison camp.

He's free.

He's coming home.

Don't you remember?

The birds?

What birds?

Where do you mean?

I can't see any.

Far... far.

Are they?

Oh, yes. I see them now.

Big birds.

Far away.

Vultures.

They're round
the towers of silence.

For the Ranpur Parsees.

Where they leave the bodies
of their dead.

The vultures clean the bones.

Poor Barbie...

Can't you remember anything?

You said that God was deaf.

Perhaps he hears...

in silence.