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I didn't know you owned a cottage. | 0:00:04 | 0:00:06 | |
Why did you two never live there? | 0:00:09 | 0:00:11 | |
I visited once, but I never cared for it. | 0:00:13 | 0:00:16 | |
Anyway, it was your grandfather's. | 0:00:17 | 0:00:19 | |
It was really all very basic. | 0:00:22 | 0:00:25 | |
Goodnight. | 0:00:32 | 0:00:35 | |
Goodnight, dear. | 0:00:35 | 0:00:36 | |
My dear Flora, your photograph is getting pretty battered | 0:01:01 | 0:01:05 | |
with all the travelling around in my breast pocket. | 0:01:05 | 0:01:08 | |
I can't tell you where we are or much of what we're doing, of course. | 0:01:09 | 0:01:14 | |
Much of the countryside is so beautiful that | 0:01:14 | 0:01:16 | |
I have to remind the men that we're not here on holiday, | 0:01:16 | 0:01:20 | |
but then merry hell breaks out again. | 0:01:20 | 0:01:21 | |
I'll spare you the details... | 0:01:23 | 0:01:25 | |
GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS | 0:01:29 | 0:01:32 | |
Aim at the olive groves, until the others get through to relieve us. | 0:01:32 | 0:01:35 | |
Yes, sir! | 0:01:35 | 0:01:36 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:01:36 | 0:01:38 | |
Bastards got the supply lorry before it could get through the gates, sir! | 0:01:38 | 0:01:41 | |
It's the driver, sir. Another dead with him. | 0:01:41 | 0:01:43 | |
They shot out the tyres, | 0:01:43 | 0:01:44 | |
-and it's tipped over in the ditch. -Put him with the others, quickly! | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:01:46 | 0:01:49 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:01:51 | 0:01:53 | |
We need the MO! I think this one's still with us, sir. | 0:01:54 | 0:01:57 | |
The MO's dead. | 0:01:57 | 0:01:59 | |
Put him with the rest. Quickly! | 0:01:59 | 0:02:01 | |
EXPLOSION | 0:02:01 | 0:02:03 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:02:03 | 0:02:05 | |
-Not another? -He was in the back with the supplies. | 0:02:05 | 0:02:08 | |
Oh, Christ. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:09 | |
GUNFIRE Set him down gently. | 0:02:09 | 0:02:12 | |
I need you back at the gatehouse. | 0:02:12 | 0:02:13 | |
-We can't have the others ambushed. Do you understand? -Sir... | 0:02:13 | 0:02:16 | |
SHELL WHOOSHES AND EXPLODES | 0:02:16 | 0:02:18 | |
Well, don't just sit there! Help him! | 0:02:19 | 0:02:21 | |
RUMBLING | 0:02:21 | 0:02:23 | |
With me! | 0:02:24 | 0:02:25 | |
With me, come on! | 0:02:25 | 0:02:27 | |
HE GROANS | 0:02:29 | 0:02:31 | |
GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS | 0:02:31 | 0:02:33 | |
Sugar... | 0:02:34 | 0:02:36 | |
The lorry's full of bloody sugar. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:38 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:02:38 | 0:02:41 | |
March. | 0:02:41 | 0:02:43 | |
Thomas March! | 0:02:43 | 0:02:45 | |
EXPLOSION March, stay with me. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:48 | |
Stay with me! March! | 0:02:48 | 0:02:49 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
SHELL WHOOSHES | 0:02:51 | 0:02:52 | |
SCREAMING | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
COUGHING | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
Captain. | 0:03:42 | 0:03:43 | |
You were lucky. | 0:03:49 | 0:03:51 | |
No, your lot saved my life. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:53 | |
This... | 0:03:55 | 0:03:57 | |
This was your real life-saver. | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
I need to get your sketchpads back from our CO. | 0:04:00 | 0:04:04 | |
He... He's not exactly artistic. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:07 | |
HE LAUGHS FAINTLY | 0:04:07 | 0:04:08 | |
Berryman? | 0:04:08 | 0:04:10 | |
Was I a beast to you at school? | 0:04:12 | 0:04:15 | |
Berryman! | 0:04:15 | 0:04:16 | |
Er, well, actually, you were always very kind. | 0:04:16 | 0:04:18 | |
Has anyone seen Captain Berryman? | 0:04:18 | 0:04:20 | |
What a relief. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:22 | |
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH | 0:04:22 | 0:04:24 | |
Berryman, a word. | 0:04:24 | 0:04:26 | |
Yes, sir. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:30 | |
ENGINES RUMBLE | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
-Yes. -All right, then. -Pass it. | 0:04:36 | 0:04:37 | |
-Almost. -Stay on it. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:39 | |
-Left! Left! -Push it, push it! -Hey! | 0:04:39 | 0:04:40 | |
Come on! Come on, get stuck in! | 0:04:40 | 0:04:42 | |
# Down in my heart I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy... # | 0:04:42 | 0:04:45 | |
Who are you writing to? | 0:04:46 | 0:04:47 | |
Oh, um, a girl back home, Flora. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:54 | |
She's a teacher. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:55 | |
Here, James! | 0:04:55 | 0:04:56 | |
Oh. | 0:04:56 | 0:04:58 | |
I've known her all my life. She's almost like a sister. | 0:04:58 | 0:05:01 | |
Come over here! Over here! | 0:05:01 | 0:05:02 | |
But not entirely. | 0:05:02 | 0:05:04 | |
Two left feet, you. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:06 | |
She, um... She lost her parents in an air raid, just like me. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
Almost there, almost there... | 0:05:12 | 0:05:13 | |
-Goal! -CHEERING | 0:05:13 | 0:05:16 | |
Goal! | 0:05:16 | 0:05:17 | |
Listen up, men. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:21 | |
This is Captain March. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:23 | |
He's an official war artist. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:24 | |
Now, you're not to mind him drawing you. | 0:05:24 | 0:05:26 | |
His work is good for morale. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:28 | |
Sir? | 0:05:28 | 0:05:29 | |
Sir, is it true that the Hun lay on tarts for their soldiers? | 0:05:29 | 0:05:32 | |
Yeah, how come they get tarts and we get artists? | 0:05:32 | 0:05:35 | |
It's the morale back home that art can raise. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:37 | |
It's for your wives and girlfriends, your children... | 0:05:37 | 0:05:40 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:05:40 | 0:05:43 | |
Don't let them cheek you. | 0:05:43 | 0:05:44 | |
Sir? | 0:05:44 | 0:05:46 | |
Go on, sir... | 0:05:46 | 0:05:48 | |
-CHEERING -Paint me! | 0:05:48 | 0:05:49 | |
Put it away, Bates. | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
But he's raising my morale, sir! | 0:05:51 | 0:05:53 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:05:53 | 0:05:55 | |
-Ready to move? -Yes, sir. | 0:05:58 | 0:05:59 | |
Yeah? Everybody here... | 0:05:59 | 0:06:02 | |
Bates will drive you to a rendezvous point, | 0:06:02 | 0:06:04 | |
and then you'll be driven back down to the boat from there. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
So, how far to the handover? | 0:06:06 | 0:06:07 | |
An hour at least, depending on the state of the road. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:12 | |
-Well, in that case, nature calls. -ENGINE PURRS | 0:06:12 | 0:06:14 | |
Are we likely to come under fire? | 0:06:14 | 0:06:16 | |
Hopefully not. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:19 | |
Save fuel, man. As you were. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:21 | |
ENGINE STOPS | 0:06:21 | 0:06:23 | |
Yeah, come on. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:25 | |
The area should have been cleared, so it's... | 0:06:26 | 0:06:29 | |
LIQUID TRICKLES | 0:06:29 | 0:06:31 | |
MICHAEL SIGHS | 0:06:33 | 0:06:35 | |
-THOMAS LAUGHS -I could... | 0:06:35 | 0:06:38 | |
It's bloody embarrassing but I can't button my fly single-handed. | 0:06:38 | 0:06:43 | |
Oh. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:45 | |
MICHAEL LAUGHS | 0:06:45 | 0:06:47 | |
THOMAS CLEARS HIS THROAT | 0:06:47 | 0:06:49 | |
ENGINE STARTS | 0:07:23 | 0:07:27 | |
-WHISPERING: -Promise me that you'll come and find me? | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
I mean it. | 0:07:32 | 0:07:33 | |
Captain. | 0:07:34 | 0:07:36 | |
Captain Berryman! | 0:07:36 | 0:07:37 | |
We ought to be off, sir. Rendezvous time's not that long away. | 0:07:37 | 0:07:40 | |
Of course, Bates. Good man. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:42 | |
Thank you, Bates! | 0:07:42 | 0:07:43 | |
Good luck. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
THEY MAKE AEROPLANE NOISES | 0:08:01 | 0:08:03 | |
-KIDS LAUGH -What's so amusing, Travis? | 0:08:13 | 0:08:15 | |
Patroclus, miss. Patroclus and Achilles. | 0:08:15 | 0:08:20 | |
I don't understand. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:22 | |
Your closest friend is butchered in a battle | 0:08:22 | 0:08:24 | |
in which he wore your armour because you disdained to fight. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
You lament - perfectly understandable. | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
But they're not just friends, are they? | 0:08:30 | 0:08:32 | |
BOYS LAUGH | 0:08:32 | 0:08:34 | |
Greek for friendship, Wykeham. | 0:08:34 | 0:08:37 | |
Erm... Agape, miss. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:39 | |
Love between heroes was regarded as surpassing the love within marriage, | 0:08:39 | 0:08:43 | |
but in Sparta's... | 0:08:43 | 0:08:44 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR | 0:08:44 | 0:08:46 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:08:46 | 0:08:47 | |
Class rise. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:48 | |
Miss Talbot, | 0:08:50 | 0:08:52 | |
boys, | 0:08:52 | 0:08:53 | |
we have just heard that Mr Churchill has accepted Germany's surrender. | 0:08:53 | 0:08:58 | |
The war in Europe is at an end! | 0:08:58 | 0:08:59 | |
You may cheer, boys. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:03 | |
CHEERING | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
No more bloody war! | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
Eddie! | 0:09:22 | 0:09:24 | |
Oh! | 0:09:25 | 0:09:26 | |
ENGINE RUMBLES | 0:09:35 | 0:09:37 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:09:54 | 0:09:57 | |
Hello. | 0:09:57 | 0:09:58 | |
Are you lost? | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
I... I was... I was looking for Captain March, | 0:10:02 | 0:10:05 | |
but perhaps I have his address wrong. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:07 | |
No, no, no. He has the studio upstairs. | 0:10:07 | 0:10:09 | |
We share an entrance. | 0:10:09 | 0:10:10 | |
Oh. | 0:10:12 | 0:10:13 | |
I don't bite, unless you pay extra. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
I'm Lucien - | 0:10:19 | 0:10:21 | |
landlord, watchdog, purveyor of shade to the gentry. | 0:10:21 | 0:10:24 | |
Who are you? | 0:10:27 | 0:10:28 | |
I'm, um... My name's Berryman. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:30 | |
Michael Berryman. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:31 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:10:31 | 0:10:33 | |
Enter, Michael Berryman. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:40 | |
DISTANT DOG BARKS | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
STAIRS CREAK | 0:10:44 | 0:10:46 | |
You came. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:12 | |
We were only demobbed from Colchester this morning. | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
Erm... If it's... If it's not convenient. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
No, don't... Don't be silly. It's... | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
Erm... | 0:11:36 | 0:11:37 | |
Ah... | 0:11:41 | 0:11:42 | |
THEY BREATHE HEAVILY | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
DISHES CLATTER | 0:11:59 | 0:12:01 | |
PANTING | 0:12:01 | 0:12:03 | |
So, what are your plans? | 0:12:09 | 0:12:12 | |
For the rest of the evening? | 0:12:12 | 0:12:14 | |
Bugger all. | 0:12:14 | 0:12:16 | |
Oh, good. | 0:12:16 | 0:12:17 | |
And what about...? | 0:12:19 | 0:12:21 | |
Sorry, I've forgotten her name. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:23 | |
Flora. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
Flora Talbot. She... | 0:12:27 | 0:12:29 | |
She doesn't know I'm back yet. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:33 | |
ENGINE RUMBLES | 0:12:40 | 0:12:42 | |
Left here! | 0:12:52 | 0:12:54 | |
THEY LAUGH Left! | 0:12:54 | 0:12:56 | |
ENGINE RUMBLES | 0:13:11 | 0:13:13 | |
I haven't been here since my parents died. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:30 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 0:14:05 | 0:14:07 | |
FIRE CRACKLES | 0:14:07 | 0:14:09 | |
I should have written. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:14 | |
I'm a coward. | 0:14:18 | 0:14:20 | |
I wrote to you in my head every bloody day, but I... | 0:14:20 | 0:14:23 | |
I wrote to you. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:24 | |
Really? | 0:14:26 | 0:14:27 | |
Nothing ever got through. | 0:14:30 | 0:14:32 | |
I never said I'd posted them. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:41 | |
WATCHES TICK | 0:14:55 | 0:14:57 | |
MICHAEL WHISTLES Ode To Joy by Ludwig Van Beethoven | 0:15:00 | 0:15:04 | |
Tea! | 0:15:09 | 0:15:11 | |
Very old tea. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:12 | |
Fuck, it feels cold. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:15 | |
I also found... | 0:15:16 | 0:15:20 | |
an unopened tin of shortbread. | 0:15:20 | 0:15:23 | |
-It must be pre-war. -Mmm. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:24 | |
Morning, March. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:31 | |
Captain. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:32 | |
-Erm, how much is that going to be? -Shall we go for six? | 0:15:34 | 0:15:37 | |
Thank you so much. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:41 | |
THEY PANT | 0:16:03 | 0:16:05 | |
You've not mentioned her all week. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:54 | |
It was scarcely appropriate. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:56 | |
Do you love her? | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
I... | 0:16:58 | 0:16:59 | |
You'll love her too. | 0:17:00 | 0:17:02 | |
How cosy(!) | 0:17:06 | 0:17:07 | |
Please, Thomas. | 0:17:07 | 0:17:08 | |
Yeah, I don't understand how you can be so matter-of-fact. | 0:17:08 | 0:17:12 | |
Does she love you? | 0:17:12 | 0:17:15 | |
I imagine so, or she wouldn't have agreed to marry me. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:18 | |
Please say yes, Tom. | 0:17:21 | 0:17:23 | |
Say you'll be there, at least, please. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
I... I've no family. CAR DOOR SLAMS | 0:17:25 | 0:17:27 | |
I don't want to be your bloody family. | 0:17:27 | 0:17:30 | |
I... | 0:17:33 | 0:17:34 | |
Hmm? | 0:17:42 | 0:17:43 | |
Please... | 0:17:46 | 0:17:48 | |
You have no idea, have you? | 0:17:56 | 0:17:59 | |
What about, Thomas? | 0:18:02 | 0:18:05 | |
You surely didn't think that we could set up house together | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
-like man and wife? -Please. | 0:18:07 | 0:18:09 | |
Just... Just be quiet. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:14 | |
Just... Let's just get back to London. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:18 | |
CAR DOOR CLOSES | 0:18:18 | 0:18:20 | |
Nearly there. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:31 | |
I'm so glad you wore Mummy's brooch. | 0:18:31 | 0:18:33 | |
Oh, bloody hell. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:35 | |
You are not to cry. | 0:18:35 | 0:18:36 | |
ENGINES RUMBLE | 0:18:40 | 0:18:42 | |
Oh, there he is. Thomas! | 0:18:47 | 0:18:48 | |
Hello. Erm, you must be... | 0:18:55 | 0:18:57 | |
Daphne - older sister, matron of honour and all that. | 0:18:57 | 0:19:00 | |
Thomas March. How do you do? | 0:19:00 | 0:19:02 | |
Michael says you're an artist. How very romantic. | 0:19:02 | 0:19:05 | |
Oh, hardly. | 0:19:05 | 0:19:06 | |
Flora, how do you do? | 0:19:06 | 0:19:08 | |
Hello, Thomas. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:09 | |
You look wonderful. Worth the wait. | 0:19:09 | 0:19:11 | |
Thank you. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:13 | |
Oh, sorry that I couldn't come to your supper party. | 0:19:13 | 0:19:15 | |
I am horribly unsociable when I'm working. | 0:19:15 | 0:19:18 | |
Talking of which, I brought you something - | 0:19:18 | 0:19:22 | |
a wedding present. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:23 | |
-Oh. -That's so sweet. | 0:19:23 | 0:19:25 | |
We should probably... | 0:19:25 | 0:19:26 | |
Yes. Michael? | 0:19:26 | 0:19:27 | |
Yes. | 0:19:27 | 0:19:28 | |
You came. | 0:19:32 | 0:19:34 | |
Of course I came. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:35 | |
The fucking best man has to. | 0:19:37 | 0:19:39 | |
If any man or woman knows just cause or impediment why these two | 0:19:44 | 0:19:49 | |
should not be joined together, let him now speak, | 0:19:49 | 0:19:53 | |
or else hereafter forever hold his peace. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:57 | |
Do you, Michael Sadler Berryman, take Flora Agnes Talbot | 0:19:59 | 0:20:04 | |
to be your wedded wife? | 0:20:04 | 0:20:05 | |
I do. | 0:20:05 | 0:20:06 | |
Do you, Flora Agnes... | 0:20:10 | 0:20:11 | |
-DAPHNE WHISPERS: -It seems wrong, having no-one in tears. | 0:20:11 | 0:20:15 | |
Well, I'd hope so. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:27 | |
Oh, I don't think we... | 0:20:27 | 0:20:28 | |
Compliments of Mr March, sir. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:31 | |
Thomas, you shouldn't have. | 0:20:31 | 0:20:32 | |
You can't get married and not have bubbles. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:36 | |
Thank you. | 0:20:36 | 0:20:37 | |
Thank you. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:41 | |
So, to the bride and groom. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:45 | |
Bless you, Thomas. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:48 | |
Oh, please, no speeches, anyone, or I shall cry. | 0:20:48 | 0:20:51 | |
THEY CHUCKLE | 0:20:51 | 0:20:53 | |
So, are you... | 0:20:53 | 0:20:54 | |
Are you really not having a honeymoon? | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
We haven't a bean until Michael's salary from the bank comes through. | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
We used pretty much all of our savings on the deposit for the flat. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:03 | |
So not even a weekend in your cottage? | 0:21:03 | 0:21:06 | |
Erm... | 0:21:06 | 0:21:07 | |
Oh, dear. | 0:21:07 | 0:21:09 | |
Not until it has a boiler, a new bathroom and no mice. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:14 | |
The flat is darling, though - right on the park. | 0:21:14 | 0:21:17 | |
You must come for supper. | 0:21:18 | 0:21:19 | |
Yes, you must. | 0:21:19 | 0:21:21 | |
Apparently, Thomas's pad in Soho was unreconstructed Hogarth. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:25 | |
How marvellous. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:27 | |
Not really. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:28 | |
So, won't you miss your teaching? | 0:21:28 | 0:21:30 | |
Hardly. All those dirty-minded little boys. | 0:21:30 | 0:21:33 | |
SHE CHUCKLES | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
Ah, food! | 0:21:35 | 0:21:37 | |
Daphne could eat a horse. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:39 | |
Naughty! | 0:21:39 | 0:21:40 | |
LIQUID TRICKLES | 0:21:41 | 0:21:43 | |
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH | 0:21:43 | 0:21:44 | |
MICHAEL EXHALES | 0:21:48 | 0:21:50 | |
Thanks so much, Thomas, for everything. | 0:21:52 | 0:21:56 | |
You, um... | 0:21:56 | 0:21:58 | |
You've... You've been brilliant. | 0:21:58 | 0:22:00 | |
Haven't I? | 0:22:01 | 0:22:02 | |
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES | 0:22:05 | 0:22:06 | |
Thomas, I, um... THOMAS INHALES | 0:22:06 | 0:22:08 | |
TAP RUNS | 0:22:13 | 0:22:15 | |
Thomas I, um... | 0:22:18 | 0:22:19 | |
I really... | 0:22:22 | 0:22:23 | |
What? | 0:22:23 | 0:22:25 | |
What? What do you really? | 0:22:25 | 0:22:27 | |
I just... | 0:22:28 | 0:22:30 | |
GRUNTING | 0:22:33 | 0:22:36 | |
CLATTER | 0:22:42 | 0:22:44 | |
HE PANTS | 0:22:48 | 0:22:50 | |
HE TURNS ON TAP | 0:22:50 | 0:22:52 | |
Just give us a bloody minute, will you? | 0:22:52 | 0:22:54 | |
Of course. | 0:22:54 | 0:22:55 | |
HE TURNS OFF TAP | 0:23:04 | 0:23:06 | |
HE HYPERVENTILATES | 0:23:06 | 0:23:08 | |
You don't have to go through with this. | 0:23:12 | 0:23:14 | |
Of course I do. | 0:23:17 | 0:23:19 | |
If you have either sense or decency, | 0:23:19 | 0:23:23 | |
you'll do the same. | 0:23:23 | 0:23:26 | |
Well, I'll go and settle up. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:32 | |
HE BREATHES HEAVILY | 0:23:35 | 0:23:37 | |
You're perfection. | 0:23:45 | 0:23:47 | |
I feel a bit of a fraud. | 0:23:50 | 0:23:52 | |
Oh, darling, you'll be fine. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:56 | |
You'll see. | 0:23:56 | 0:23:58 | |
I bet he's a real goer, but sensitive with it. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:04 | |
It's... | 0:24:04 | 0:24:05 | |
What? | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
Tell me. | 0:24:11 | 0:24:12 | |
It's a lot nicer if he lets you ride up top. | 0:24:15 | 0:24:17 | |
Oh, Daphne! | 0:24:17 | 0:24:20 | |
THUMPING | 0:24:23 | 0:24:25 | |
MATTRESS SQUEAKS | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
SHE BREATHES SHARPLY | 0:24:30 | 0:24:32 | |
HE GROANS | 0:24:34 | 0:24:36 | |
I'm... I'm told it gets better. | 0:24:53 | 0:24:55 | |
Yes. I heard that too. | 0:24:56 | 0:24:59 | |
Mrs Berryman. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:03 | |
Actually, do you mind just...? | 0:25:13 | 0:25:14 | |
Oh, of course. Sorry, darling. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
Now, if I snore, you're to throw a book at me. | 0:25:26 | 0:25:30 | |
Goodnight. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:34 | |
-LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS -Goodnight. | 0:25:34 | 0:25:37 | |
JOLLY MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO | 0:25:46 | 0:25:48 | |
Back to work, Berryman. | 0:25:54 | 0:25:57 | |
So, who else shall we invite? | 0:25:58 | 0:26:00 | |
If we simply have Daphne and this new chap of hers, | 0:26:00 | 0:26:02 | |
the poor man will feel he's being auditioned. | 0:26:02 | 0:26:05 | |
Well, isn't he? | 0:26:05 | 0:26:06 | |
She rather implied she'd already auditioned him, | 0:26:06 | 0:26:08 | |
and he'd passed with flying colours. | 0:26:08 | 0:26:10 | |
Sorry, what was that? I was miles away. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:16 | |
I said, who else shall we invite? | 0:26:16 | 0:26:18 | |
Er, well, I ran into Richard Tremaine | 0:26:18 | 0:26:21 | |
at Blackfriars the other day. | 0:26:21 | 0:26:22 | |
You know, from the regiment. We could have him and his wife. | 0:26:22 | 0:26:25 | |
What about poor Thomas? We haven't seen him since the wedding. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:28 | |
Daphne thought he was a bit of all right, | 0:26:28 | 0:26:29 | |
and has all sorts of eager spinsters lined up for him. | 0:26:29 | 0:26:33 | |
No, I don't think so. | 0:26:33 | 0:26:35 | |
Why ever not? | 0:26:35 | 0:26:37 | |
Well, he's not terribly sociable, really. | 0:26:37 | 0:26:39 | |
He'd only be a dead weight. | 0:26:39 | 0:26:40 | |
And you can tell Daphne he's a confirmed bachelor. | 0:26:40 | 0:26:42 | |
She'd only take that as a personal challenge. | 0:26:43 | 0:26:47 | |
MUSIC: Nuages by Django Reinhardt | 0:26:49 | 0:26:51 | |
Ah... | 0:28:19 | 0:28:20 | |
LIGHTER CLICKS | 0:28:23 | 0:28:25 | |
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY | 0:28:27 | 0:28:29 | |
SHE SOBS | 0:28:37 | 0:28:39 | |
Daphne. | 0:28:49 | 0:28:50 | |
Thank God. I'm starving. | 0:28:50 | 0:28:51 | |
Me too. | 0:28:53 | 0:28:54 | |
Oh, of course you are. Poor darling. | 0:28:54 | 0:28:57 | |
How many weeks to go? | 0:28:57 | 0:28:59 | |
Two or three. | 0:28:59 | 0:29:00 | |
Ooh. Let's find you a nice bench. | 0:29:00 | 0:29:04 | |
Such a drama this morning. | 0:29:04 | 0:29:06 | |
Hmm? | 0:29:06 | 0:29:07 | |
Bill Gladstone. | 0:29:07 | 0:29:08 | |
Which is he? | 0:29:08 | 0:29:09 | |
Victorian watercolours and china. Lives with his mother. | 0:29:09 | 0:29:13 | |
He was arrested, first thing this morning. | 0:29:13 | 0:29:16 | |
No! Why? | 0:29:16 | 0:29:18 | |
It turns out he was also living with the man upstairs. | 0:29:18 | 0:29:22 | |
One of their neighbours had sneaked, | 0:29:22 | 0:29:24 | |
and the police showed up at dawn and caught them together in bed. | 0:29:24 | 0:29:29 | |
Will he go to prison? | 0:29:29 | 0:29:31 | |
Almost certainly, | 0:29:31 | 0:29:33 | |
and Bill has a prior history of gross indecency, | 0:29:33 | 0:29:36 | |
which isn't as bad as buggery, but it's almost as bad. | 0:29:36 | 0:29:40 | |
No more handling Lady Downing's bristols for him! | 0:29:40 | 0:29:43 | |
Gross indecency? You mean...exposing himself? | 0:29:56 | 0:30:00 | |
No. You know, public lavatories. | 0:30:00 | 0:30:04 | |
Oh. | 0:30:04 | 0:30:05 | |
Now, darling, tell. | 0:30:06 | 0:30:08 | |
You sounded all shaky when you rang, | 0:30:08 | 0:30:11 | |
and I was quite worried. | 0:30:11 | 0:30:12 | |
It's nothing. | 0:30:16 | 0:30:17 | |
Hormones running riot, probably - | 0:30:17 | 0:30:19 | |
making me feel like a caged beast. | 0:30:19 | 0:30:21 | |
It is good to see you. | 0:30:22 | 0:30:23 | |
You know you can tell me. | 0:30:25 | 0:30:28 | |
You can tell me anything. | 0:30:28 | 0:30:29 | |
I know, but it's nothing. | 0:30:29 | 0:30:33 | |
Everything's fine. | 0:30:33 | 0:30:35 | |
CLOCK TICKS | 0:30:45 | 0:30:47 | |
Well, this is nice. | 0:30:51 | 0:30:54 | |
I'm sorry, darling, I was miles away... | 0:30:55 | 0:31:00 | |
and you've gone to so much trouble, and in your condition. | 0:31:00 | 0:31:03 | |
Time on my hands. | 0:31:03 | 0:31:04 | |
I tidied your desk this morning. | 0:31:06 | 0:31:08 | |
Why? | 0:31:10 | 0:31:11 | |
I needed some ink and it was full of junk in there. | 0:31:11 | 0:31:16 | |
I hope I didn't throw out anything precious. | 0:31:16 | 0:31:18 | |
Well, I'm a hoarder. You'll reform me yet. | 0:31:22 | 0:31:25 | |
Where's Thomas's painting? | 0:31:28 | 0:31:30 | |
I took it down. I rather hate it. | 0:31:31 | 0:31:33 | |
Well, perhaps I could take it to the cottage, so you... | 0:31:38 | 0:31:40 | |
Back to your precious cottage, you'd love that, wouldn't you? | 0:31:40 | 0:31:43 | |
Pudding's only pears, I'm afraid. | 0:31:45 | 0:31:47 | |
DRAWER CREAKS | 0:31:54 | 0:31:56 | |
Oh, God. | 0:31:57 | 0:31:59 | |
CLATTERING | 0:32:00 | 0:32:01 | |
-Take this fucking thing! -SHE BREATHES HEAVILY | 0:32:06 | 0:32:09 | |
What should I...? | 0:32:09 | 0:32:10 | |
I don't want it under our roof another night. It's repellent. | 0:32:10 | 0:32:12 | |
-Yes. -I mean, what are you? | 0:32:12 | 0:32:14 | |
Are you safe around children? | 0:32:14 | 0:32:16 | |
What were you thinking, marrying me? Do you even love me?! | 0:32:16 | 0:32:19 | |
If I'm expected to lie around bringing forth like some brood mare, | 0:32:19 | 0:32:24 | |
while the two of you...! | 0:32:24 | 0:32:26 | |
SHE GROANS Darling. Darling, sit down... | 0:32:26 | 0:32:28 | |
Don't touch me! | 0:32:28 | 0:32:30 | |
Never touch me. You're disgusting! | 0:32:30 | 0:32:33 | |
Criminal! | 0:32:33 | 0:32:35 | |
SHE GROANS | 0:32:35 | 0:32:36 | |
BREATHING HEAVILY | 0:32:36 | 0:32:38 | |
FLORA CRIES OUT IN PAIN | 0:32:39 | 0:32:41 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR | 0:32:45 | 0:32:47 | |
-DOOR OPENS -Mr Berryman? | 0:32:47 | 0:32:49 | |
Oh, thank God. | 0:32:49 | 0:32:52 | |
It's this way. | 0:32:52 | 0:32:53 | |
You came just in time. | 0:32:53 | 0:32:54 | |
FLORA SCREAMS | 0:32:54 | 0:32:56 | |
Go and have a drink, Mr Berryman. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:01 | |
It'll be hours yet, and it's all woman's work from here on in. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:07 | |
FLORA WHIMPERS | 0:33:09 | 0:33:11 | |
LIQUID TRICKLES | 0:33:55 | 0:33:57 | |
HE BREATHES HEAVILY | 0:34:05 | 0:34:07 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:34:10 | 0:34:12 | |
Ooh! Sorry. So sorry. | 0:34:19 | 0:34:21 | |
BABY GURGLES SOFTLY | 0:34:25 | 0:34:27 | |
-Let me put those in water. -Thank you. | 0:34:44 | 0:34:47 | |
There's not much on offer at this time of year, even at Covent Garden. | 0:34:53 | 0:34:56 | |
You went all that way? | 0:34:57 | 0:34:59 | |
They're lovely. I like white roses. | 0:35:01 | 0:35:03 | |
He's... He... | 0:35:09 | 0:35:11 | |
He's sweet. | 0:35:11 | 0:35:13 | |
Bit soon to tell. | 0:35:13 | 0:35:15 | |
Eager feeder, though, but it hurts like hell. | 0:35:15 | 0:35:18 | |
SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH | 0:35:18 | 0:35:20 | |
I thought maybe Robert, after your father, | 0:35:23 | 0:35:26 | |
and James for mine. | 0:35:26 | 0:35:28 | |
Look, darling, I'm so... | 0:35:30 | 0:35:32 | |
I am far, far too tired to talk about it. | 0:35:32 | 0:35:36 | |
Would you like to hold him? | 0:35:40 | 0:35:41 | |
He's... He's asleep. Perhaps we should just leave him. | 0:35:44 | 0:35:48 | |
No, pick him up, please. | 0:35:48 | 0:35:49 | |
-I really... -I want the father of my child to hold his son. | 0:35:49 | 0:35:52 | |
Hold his head. | 0:36:03 | 0:36:05 | |
BABY GURGLES | 0:36:08 | 0:36:10 | |
GURGLING | 0:36:17 | 0:36:19 | |
So, you like it? | 0:36:27 | 0:36:28 | |
What? | 0:36:30 | 0:36:32 | |
The name - Robert James. | 0:36:32 | 0:36:35 | |
Yes. Yes. Yes, it's perfect. | 0:36:37 | 0:36:40 | |
It's perfect. | 0:36:40 | 0:36:41 | |
Did you light a cigar? | 0:36:41 | 0:36:42 | |
Certainly not. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:43 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:36:43 | 0:36:45 | |
Papers! | 0:36:48 | 0:36:49 | |
There you go, sir. Thank you. | 0:36:49 | 0:36:51 | |
Papers! Get your papers... | 0:36:51 | 0:36:53 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:37:02 | 0:37:04 | |
RAIN SPLASHES | 0:37:11 | 0:37:13 | |
Come on. | 0:37:27 | 0:37:28 | |
It took me several weeks to track you down. | 0:37:39 | 0:37:42 | |
How? | 0:37:42 | 0:37:43 | |
Your boss and I go back a long, long way. | 0:37:43 | 0:37:46 | |
But he's... | 0:37:48 | 0:37:49 | |
He's married with children. There's a lot of it about. | 0:37:49 | 0:37:53 | |
Thomas is in prison. | 0:37:57 | 0:37:58 | |
Why? | 0:38:00 | 0:38:02 | |
The usual - cottaging. | 0:38:02 | 0:38:04 | |
Oh, Christ, he really can pick them. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:09 | |
Gross indecency, dear. | 0:38:09 | 0:38:12 | |
One year. | 0:38:12 | 0:38:14 | |
You must visit him. | 0:38:14 | 0:38:15 | |
But, look, it... | 0:38:15 | 0:38:16 | |
No buts. He needs you. | 0:38:16 | 0:38:19 | |
What lies you tell are up to you. | 0:38:21 | 0:38:23 | |
Well, I'm told dentistry usually works. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:26 | |
Why me? | 0:38:33 | 0:38:35 | |
Because you could fuck, understand him and meet the mother. | 0:38:35 | 0:38:40 | |
You got under his skin. | 0:38:41 | 0:38:43 | |
He loves you, truly. | 0:38:46 | 0:38:49 | |
MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH | 0:39:03 | 0:39:05 | |
Right, let's be having you! | 0:39:12 | 0:39:14 | |
ENGINE RUMBLES | 0:39:22 | 0:39:24 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:39:28 | 0:39:29 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:39:29 | 0:39:30 | |
Sit yourself down. | 0:39:35 | 0:39:36 | |
Yeah, well, move along. | 0:39:46 | 0:39:47 | |
I, um... | 0:39:47 | 0:39:48 | |
I brought you a pad and some charcoal. | 0:39:48 | 0:39:51 | |
You look terrible, Thomas. | 0:39:57 | 0:39:58 | |
It's prison food - | 0:40:00 | 0:40:03 | |
permanent trots. | 0:40:03 | 0:40:04 | |
You look like a bank manager. | 0:40:06 | 0:40:08 | |
How is... | 0:40:15 | 0:40:16 | |
..Flora? | 0:40:18 | 0:40:19 | |
Yes, fine. Fine. | 0:40:21 | 0:40:25 | |
Though, um, motherhood seems to make her a little impatient. | 0:40:25 | 0:40:29 | |
She, um... | 0:40:29 | 0:40:31 | |
Baby boy arrived in November - Robert. | 0:40:34 | 0:40:37 | |
Well... | 0:40:38 | 0:40:40 | |
Just make sure that she doesn't... | 0:40:42 | 0:40:44 | |
..that she doesn't turn him into a banker too. | 0:40:46 | 0:40:49 | |
I, um... | 0:40:52 | 0:40:53 | |
We'd, um... | 0:40:56 | 0:40:57 | |
We'd like to ask you to be his godfather. | 0:40:59 | 0:41:03 | |
Well, once...once you get out. | 0:41:03 | 0:41:04 | |
What on earth for? | 0:41:06 | 0:41:07 | |
Well... | 0:41:08 | 0:41:10 | |
Well, whatever you think of church or children, | 0:41:10 | 0:41:14 | |
it's rather a good way to stay in touch | 0:41:14 | 0:41:16 | |
with the people who...who matter. | 0:41:16 | 0:41:18 | |
Don't visit again. | 0:41:25 | 0:41:27 | |
-But... -It's upsetting. | 0:41:31 | 0:41:32 | |
Oh. | 0:41:39 | 0:41:40 | |
Do something for me. | 0:41:44 | 0:41:45 | |
I was at school with Thomas, Mrs March. | 0:41:54 | 0:41:57 | |
I know who you are, Mr Berryman. | 0:41:58 | 0:42:00 | |
How is he? | 0:42:02 | 0:42:04 | |
He, er... | 0:42:05 | 0:42:07 | |
He's, um... He's grown a beard. | 0:42:07 | 0:42:10 | |
SHE CHUCKLES | 0:42:10 | 0:42:12 | |
His father did that once, for Ibsen. | 0:42:12 | 0:42:15 | |
Does it suit him? | 0:42:17 | 0:42:18 | |
Yes. | 0:42:20 | 0:42:22 | |
Yes, he... | 0:42:22 | 0:42:24 | |
He looks like a submariner. | 0:42:24 | 0:42:26 | |
It's oddly like having him back in boarding school. | 0:42:28 | 0:42:32 | |
I was forbidden to visit there too, in case I embarrassed him. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:37 | |
Oh, you needn't look at me with such sensitivity. | 0:42:38 | 0:42:41 | |
I'm well aware of what he did and why he's there. | 0:42:42 | 0:42:45 | |
I have been storing them in his absence, | 0:43:02 | 0:43:06 | |
rather than leave them with that creature in Soho. | 0:43:06 | 0:43:09 | |
I write him letters in soft pencil on one side of cartridge paper, | 0:43:14 | 0:43:18 | |
so he can draw on the other. | 0:43:18 | 0:43:21 | |
Well, you should take this one. | 0:43:24 | 0:43:26 | |
It's only a study. | 0:43:31 | 0:43:33 | |
He must have sold the finished portrait. | 0:43:33 | 0:43:37 | |
I call it Man In An Orange Shirt, | 0:43:37 | 0:43:42 | |
but it's you, isn't it? | 0:43:42 | 0:43:44 | |
Yes. | 0:43:47 | 0:43:48 | |
So you must take it. | 0:43:50 | 0:43:52 | |
Oh, no, I... I couldn't possibly. | 0:43:52 | 0:43:56 | |
Uh, I think it's...it's wonderful, the colours... | 0:43:56 | 0:44:00 | |
but our...our flat's so tiny. | 0:44:00 | 0:44:03 | |
Perhaps, um... | 0:44:05 | 0:44:06 | |
Perhaps just one of the notebooks? | 0:44:09 | 0:44:11 | |
Oh, well, that one's damaged. | 0:44:11 | 0:44:13 | |
Yes, but, um... | 0:44:15 | 0:44:16 | |
I was there, you see. | 0:44:19 | 0:44:21 | |
I have a very small house in France, Mr Berryman... | 0:44:31 | 0:44:36 | |
..in a very small village, in Cassis. | 0:44:38 | 0:44:42 | |
You can go there when Thomas comes out. | 0:44:42 | 0:44:45 | |
He...he can paint and...and you can... | 0:44:46 | 0:44:50 | |
you can write something. | 0:44:50 | 0:44:52 | |
That's very kind of you, Mrs March, but, um, he wants... | 0:44:55 | 0:45:00 | |
he wants nothing more to do with me. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:02 | |
Oh, that's just pride. | 0:45:02 | 0:45:05 | |
And I have a wife and child. | 0:45:05 | 0:45:07 | |
Is she happy? | 0:45:14 | 0:45:16 | |
She's... | 0:45:16 | 0:45:18 | |
I, um... | 0:45:22 | 0:45:25 | |
I should... I should be getting home. | 0:45:25 | 0:45:27 | |
My darling Thomas, | 0:46:00 | 0:46:02 | |
you refuse my visits so you're probably tearing up my letters too, | 0:46:02 | 0:46:07 | |
but there's nothing else I can do but keep trying. | 0:46:07 | 0:46:11 | |
It's beyond my control, do you see? | 0:46:11 | 0:46:13 | |
All those months ago, when I had nothing to lose really, | 0:46:17 | 0:46:21 | |
I wrote to you in my head, | 0:46:21 | 0:46:22 | |
but was too cowardly to set more than lies on paper, | 0:46:22 | 0:46:26 | |
and now I find I no longer care. | 0:46:26 | 0:46:29 | |
The love I feel for you runs through me like grain through wood. | 0:46:31 | 0:46:37 | |
I love you, Thomas. I love you. | 0:46:37 | 0:46:40 | |
Your face, your voice, your touch, enter my mind at the least | 0:46:40 | 0:46:45 | |
opportune moments and I find I have no power to withstand them. | 0:46:45 | 0:46:49 | |
No desire to. | 0:46:49 | 0:46:51 | |
I want us to be together as we were in the cottage, | 0:46:52 | 0:46:56 | |
only forever, not just a weekend. | 0:46:56 | 0:46:59 | |
I want it to go on so long that it feels normal. | 0:47:00 | 0:47:04 | |
I want to do all the ordinary, un-bedroomy things | 0:47:05 | 0:47:08 | |
we never got around to doing - | 0:47:08 | 0:47:11 | |
making toast, raking leaves, | 0:47:11 | 0:47:14 | |
sitting in silence. | 0:47:14 | 0:47:16 | |
I love you, Thomas. | 0:47:18 | 0:47:21 | |
I've always loved you - | 0:47:21 | 0:47:23 | |
I see that now. | 0:47:23 | 0:47:24 | |
Tell me I'm not too late. | 0:47:27 | 0:47:29 | |
There she is. | 0:47:40 | 0:47:42 | |
-Going to say hello? -Oh, look. | 0:47:42 | 0:47:44 | |
BABY GURGLES | 0:47:44 | 0:47:46 | |
So solemn. So like his pa! | 0:47:47 | 0:47:51 | |
I can't believe he's nearly one already. | 0:47:51 | 0:47:53 | |
I say, not to worry about bridge tonight if Michael's away. | 0:47:55 | 0:47:59 | |
Percy can always take me out somewhere instead. | 0:47:59 | 0:48:01 | |
Oh, tonight? But he's... | 0:48:01 | 0:48:02 | |
I was coming out of South Ken on my way to Christie's this morning, | 0:48:02 | 0:48:05 | |
and I saw him striding towards the train with his suitcase, | 0:48:05 | 0:48:08 | |
as well as the usual briefcase. | 0:48:08 | 0:48:11 | |
Oh, yes. I'm such a dolt, darling. | 0:48:11 | 0:48:13 | |
I'd completely forgot to tell you, | 0:48:13 | 0:48:15 | |
he's got some dreary conference to go to. | 0:48:15 | 0:48:17 | |
Banking - whither? | 0:48:17 | 0:48:20 | |
You know the sort of thing. | 0:48:20 | 0:48:21 | |
Well, we can play when he's back. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:23 | |
BABY BABBLES | 0:48:23 | 0:48:25 | |
Are you all right? | 0:48:25 | 0:48:26 | |
Fine. | 0:48:29 | 0:48:30 | |
BABY SOBS | 0:48:30 | 0:48:32 | |
Oh, do hush, Robert. | 0:48:32 | 0:48:33 | |
Oh, hush! | 0:48:33 | 0:48:34 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:48:34 | 0:48:37 | |
For pity's sake! | 0:48:37 | 0:48:38 | |
BABY SCREAMS | 0:48:40 | 0:48:42 | |
PHONE DIAL CLICKS | 0:48:47 | 0:48:49 | |
Hello. British Savings Bank. | 0:48:52 | 0:48:54 | |
Hello. Can you put me through to Michael Berryman, please? | 0:48:54 | 0:48:56 | |
-Who's calling, please? -It's his wife. | 0:48:56 | 0:48:58 | |
-BABY CRIES -Oh. | 0:48:58 | 0:49:00 | |
Oh, of course, those wretched teeth! How stupid of me to have forgotten. | 0:49:00 | 0:49:04 | |
PHONE BELL CHIMES | 0:49:04 | 0:49:05 | |
BABY SCREAMS | 0:49:05 | 0:49:08 | |
Oh, stop it! | 0:49:08 | 0:49:10 | |
-SCREAMING CONTINUES -I can't bear it! Stop it, stop it! | 0:49:10 | 0:49:13 | |
STOP IT! | 0:49:13 | 0:49:15 | |
BABY CRIES LOUDER | 0:49:15 | 0:49:17 | |
FLORA SOBS | 0:49:17 | 0:49:19 | |
Come to me... | 0:49:19 | 0:49:22 | |
Sorry. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:23 | |
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... | 0:49:23 | 0:49:26 | |
THEY BOTH CRY | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
ENGINE RUMBLES | 0:49:30 | 0:49:32 | |
CAR DOOR CLOSES | 0:49:53 | 0:49:55 | |
It's Thomas... | 0:50:00 | 0:50:01 | |
-Thomas, dear boy! -Thomas! Thomas! How are you? | 0:50:01 | 0:50:05 | |
Thomas. Oh, Thomas... | 0:50:05 | 0:50:07 | |
Well... | 0:50:07 | 0:50:09 | |
So, are you all right? | 0:50:09 | 0:50:11 | |
Let's get in the cab. Come on. We'll see you at the flat? | 0:50:11 | 0:50:13 | |
Yes. Get in. | 0:50:13 | 0:50:16 | |
Hello, darling. Get in. | 0:50:16 | 0:50:18 | |
ENGINE PURRS | 0:50:23 | 0:50:25 | |
LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS | 0:50:41 | 0:50:43 | |
HE BREATHES HEAVILY | 0:50:52 | 0:50:54 | |
HE EXHALES | 0:50:58 | 0:51:00 | |
MUFFLED SOBBING | 0:51:05 | 0:51:07 | |
Hello. | 0:51:33 | 0:51:34 | |
Hello. | 0:51:36 | 0:51:37 | |
Oh... | 0:51:39 | 0:51:40 | |
BABY GURGLES | 0:51:47 | 0:51:49 | |
I'll tell you anything you... | 0:52:25 | 0:52:26 | |
I'd rather you didn't. | 0:52:26 | 0:52:28 | |
I don't want a divorce. | 0:52:30 | 0:52:32 | |
Please, Michael! | 0:52:32 | 0:52:33 | |
It wouldn't be fair to Robert. | 0:52:33 | 0:52:35 | |
But I...I... | 0:52:36 | 0:52:37 | |
I don't want to make you wretched. | 0:52:37 | 0:52:39 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:52:41 | 0:52:43 | |
I never want details. | 0:52:48 | 0:52:49 | |
You must never get caught. | 0:52:51 | 0:52:54 | |
We will never speak of it. | 0:52:54 | 0:52:55 | |
But, darling, I... | 0:52:55 | 0:52:56 | |
Please, don't you love me at all? | 0:52:56 | 0:52:59 | |
Of course I do. | 0:53:01 | 0:53:02 | |
I'm just a sister who happened to bear your child. | 0:53:07 | 0:53:13 | |
SHE SNIFFLES | 0:53:15 | 0:53:17 | |
I... | 0:53:27 | 0:53:29 | |
I can live with that. | 0:53:29 | 0:53:31 | |
I do, I... | 0:53:57 | 0:53:58 | |
LIFT CHIMES | 0:54:03 | 0:54:05 | |
Lovely morning, sir. | 0:54:09 | 0:54:11 | |
All well? | 0:54:28 | 0:54:29 | |
He wants to make an entrance. | 0:54:29 | 0:54:31 | |
Ready? | 0:54:33 | 0:54:34 | |
We can't wait. | 0:54:34 | 0:54:36 | |
-Oh! -Oh! -FLORA LAUGHS | 0:54:38 | 0:54:40 | |
Stop laughing at me! | 0:54:40 | 0:54:42 | |
Oh, dear. | 0:54:42 | 0:54:44 | |
Fortnum's will cheer him up. | 0:54:44 | 0:54:46 | |
I just need to find the gents. | 0:54:48 | 0:54:50 | |
We'll meet you down by the lifts. | 0:54:50 | 0:54:51 | |
Robert, can I help? | 0:54:54 | 0:54:55 | |
LIFT CHIMES | 0:55:13 | 0:55:15 | |
Sorry... | 0:55:17 | 0:55:18 | |
Sorry. | 0:55:18 | 0:55:19 | |
-Who's joining me on the bus to Fortnum's? -Me! | 0:55:19 | 0:55:21 | |
May I come too? | 0:55:21 | 0:55:23 | |
Don't be silly. | 0:55:23 | 0:55:24 | |
Michael, Flora! | 0:55:24 | 0:55:26 | |
Oh, Thomas! | 0:55:30 | 0:55:32 | |
How... H-h-how... How are you? | 0:55:33 | 0:55:36 | |
Fine. I'm fine. | 0:55:36 | 0:55:38 | |
Stunning day. | 0:55:38 | 0:55:39 | |
We've just been kitting someone out for boarding school, | 0:55:39 | 0:55:42 | |
so I'm bracing myself for a long afternoon sewing in name-tapes. | 0:55:42 | 0:55:45 | |
Oh, he can't be that age already? | 0:55:45 | 0:55:46 | |
We haven't met, Robert. I'm Thomas March. | 0:55:46 | 0:55:49 | |
I knew your father when he wasn't much older than you are. | 0:55:49 | 0:55:52 | |
Yes. | 0:55:52 | 0:55:53 | |
Yes, before I became respectable. | 0:55:53 | 0:55:55 | |
Thomas, you've been too long a stranger. We must have you over. | 0:55:59 | 0:56:02 | |
Yes, we must. | 0:56:02 | 0:56:03 | |
I've not long moved, to Cassis. | 0:56:03 | 0:56:06 | |
Oh, to...to your mother's place. | 0:56:09 | 0:56:10 | |
Yes. That's right. | 0:56:10 | 0:56:11 | |
I'm just over for my...my new exhibition. | 0:56:14 | 0:56:18 | |
It opens tonight. | 0:56:18 | 0:56:20 | |
Oh, bother. | 0:56:20 | 0:56:22 | |
Well, you could go along, darling. | 0:56:22 | 0:56:25 | |
Well, no, it's... It's Robert's last night of freedom. | 0:56:27 | 0:56:29 | |
Can't let you start school without a present, hmm? Here. | 0:56:29 | 0:56:33 | |
-Thomas, you...you shouldn't... -What do you say, Robert? | 0:56:33 | 0:56:36 | |
Thank you, sir. | 0:56:36 | 0:56:37 | |
Oh, that's our bus. | 0:56:39 | 0:56:40 | |
Come along, Robert. | 0:56:40 | 0:56:41 | |
Bye-bye, Thomas. | 0:56:41 | 0:56:42 | |
Goodbye, old man. | 0:56:54 | 0:56:55 | |
-I'll find seats! -We're not going that far. | 0:57:11 | 0:57:13 | |
Oh, let him, this once. School's not that much fun. | 0:57:13 | 0:57:16 | |
Two and a child to Piccadilly, please. | 0:57:16 | 0:57:19 | |
-CONDUCTOR: -Two and a child to Piccadilly. | 0:57:19 | 0:57:20 | |
-There you go, sir. -Thank you. | 0:57:22 | 0:57:23 | |
Any more fares? | 0:57:23 | 0:57:25 | |
He'll drink himself to death in the sunshine. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:28 | |
Probably. | 0:57:31 | 0:57:32 | |
Was that where you were going? | 0:57:32 | 0:57:34 | |
Yes. | 0:57:36 | 0:57:37 | |
Look! They're really good ones. | 0:57:50 | 0:57:52 | |
Goodness! | 0:57:52 | 0:57:53 | |
Well, I'd put them safely away until we get home or you'll get all mucky. | 0:57:53 | 0:57:57 | |
Don't fidget, Bob. | 0:58:01 | 0:58:02 | |
BELL CHIMES | 0:58:06 | 0:58:08 | |
"To Flora and Michael, | 0:58:32 | 0:58:34 | |
"in the hope the enclosed might one day hang in your drawing room. | 0:58:34 | 0:58:37 | |
"Thomas." | 0:58:37 | 0:58:39 | |
Who did you go with? | 0:58:40 | 0:58:41 | |
A friend. | 0:58:42 | 0:58:44 | |
He loved me... | 0:58:47 | 0:58:49 | |
but he married me to be like everybody else. | 0:58:49 | 0:58:53 | |
This is so not OK. | 0:58:55 | 0:58:56 | |
You are leaving a table of friends just to fuck a complete stranger. | 0:58:56 | 0:59:00 | |
You're not even out, are you? | 0:59:02 | 0:59:04 | |
I bet you've still not told your granny. | 0:59:04 | 0:59:06 |