Ginger & Rosa Page #4

Listen.

I think it's probably best if you

don't say anything to Nat...

about the times with Rosa

on the boat, and so on.

I'm sure we'd agree on this.

...prematurely or unnecessarily...

risk the cost of worldwide

nuclear war...

in which even the fruits of victory

would be ashes in our mouth.

But neither will we

shrink from that risk...

at any time it must be faced.

I have directed the armed forces

to prepare for any eventualities.

It shall be the policy

of this nation...

to regard any nuclear missile

launched from Cuba...

against any nation in the

Western Hemisphere...

as an attack by the Soviet Union

on the United States...

requiring a full retaliatory response

upon the Soviet Union.

The cost of freedom

is always high...

but Americans have

always paid it.

And one path we

shall never choose...

and that is the path

of surrender or submission.

I dreamed there was

a wall of flame.

I screamed because

I was to blame.

I looked around.

No night, no day...

no sky, no ground.

Nothing to say.

Sorry I'm late.

We were talking and talking.

I didn't notice the time.

- It was so...

- Intense.

Right.

Well, it was.

And I think...

I think Roland is wounded.

What do you mean?

What's happened?

Wounded emotionally, I mean.

And spiritually.

I think I can help him.

Help him?

How can you help him?

- We have a lot in common, you know.

- Such as?

Such as the fact that his mother

left him when he was little.

You know,

like my father left me.

What a way to bond.

Well, yes, actually.

We understand each other.

He confides in me.

Anyway,

what are you writing?

A poem...

about the end of the world.

Haven't you heard?

- Heard what?

- About the crisis.

Remember those

missiles in Cuba?

What missiles?

Where have you been?

Don't you care about

the future anymore?

Not everyone can save the

whole world like you, Ginger.

Some of us have to concentrate

on just one person.

- You can't save my dad.

- Why not?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

You can't stop a war if there's going

to be one. It's in the hands of God.

That's convenient.

Whose hands are you in then?

Just wait.

He'll dump you too

when you're older.

No, he won't.

He will.

He will.

We didn't want to tell you.

Didn't want to tell me what?

What?

What didn't you

want to tell me?

I think...

I'm pregnant.

There are persistent reports...

that the American government is about to

make a sensational move in the Cuba crisis.

Lord Bertrand Russell,

in a statement released today said...

"While life remains to us...

we will not cease to do

what lies in our power...

to avert the greatest calamity...

that has ever

threatened mankind. "

Ban the bomb!

Ban the bomb!

Look out!

Police!

Sit down!

Everybody sit down!

Gate!

Block the gate!

Everybody block the gate!

Bella!

Ban the bomb!

Ban the bomb!

Ginger!

Yes, it's me.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

My God, you're shivering.

Lean on me.

This could get rough. Okay?

Hang on tight.

Ban the bomb!

Ban the bomb!

Ban the bomb!

Move!

Bella!

Bella!

Ginger!

Ban the bomb!

Ban the bomb!

Ban the bomb!

Ban the bomb! Ban the bomb!

I am a doctor.

You can speak freely to me.

Look, I can't help you

unless you talk.

Do you understand?

You seem depressed.

Are you depressed?

Then speak.

Are you the girl's mother?

No.

No, I'm not.

- Where is the mother?

- She doesn't know her daughter is here.

Then is one of you

the girl's father?

We're family friends.

We've come to take her home.

Well, she needs help.

All this protesting is a front, you know.

The girl may be

seriously mentally ill.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Maybe she's justifiably worried...

about the possibility

of a nuclear holocaust.

Have you considered that?

Just talk to us, darling.

Come on.

Did they hurt you?

Ginger, you must tell us.

Please say something.

Okay, listen.

I've asked Anoushka

to bring Rosa over.

Thought maybe you'd talk to her,

if you don't want to talk to us.

- Don't make that face at me.

- Nat, don't.

- But I care about her and I...

- You don't care!

Actually,

I think she does, sweetheart.

She doesn't care that

the world might end.

Of course I do!

I'm on your side, Ginger.

You don't know anything.

Well, what else

doesn't she know?

Ginger?

I can't say it.

I'll explode if I say it.

No, you won't, sugar.

It's all right.

- Speak it out.

- I can't.

We're all going to die!

You said it!

No.

No, I said we could.

A nuclear war would probably

obliterate us all if it happened...

but that's not what

you mean, is it?

Then what is it you

can't say, Ginger?

What can't you say?

That...

That...

Roland is...

Roland is sleeping...

with Rosa.

What?

Rosa?

Is it true?

I knew it.

I knew something was

going on and you...

- It's all my fault.

- No, no. Of course it's not.

How long has

this been going on?

Oh, for God's sake, Natalie.

Let go of me.

Let go of me!

Got to get ahold of Anoushka.

I don't want to see Rosa.

I don't want to see that little b*tch!

I've got to get out onto the streets.

The leaflets...

- No, not now, darling.

- Oh, yes, now!

Don't you understand?

The world may be about to end.

- It's all right.

- Do you see what you've done?

What right have

you to judge me?

I've spent my entire life...

fighting against tyranny.

Congratulations.

Not only the tyranny

of government...

but also the tyranny...

of the "shoulds" and the "oughts"

of so-called normal family life.

Oh, how f***ing convenient.

And who the f*** are

you to lecture me?

We've only just met.

And not that it's any of your business,

but Natalie and I are separated.

You have a child together.

She's no longer a child.

Ginger may be grown

up enough...

to try to save us all from

nuclear catastrophe, Roland...

but she's also young enough

to still need some looking after.

Listen.

Autonomous thought,

personal truth, freedom of action.

- You believe in those, don't you, Mark?

- Yes, of course I do, but...

Well, these have been

my guiding principles.

I deeply believe in them,

and I was jailed for them.

Don't you see, Ginger?

There would not even be the possibility

of nuclear war, or any war...

if millions of men had been prepared to

stand up against authority, as I did...

and refuse to join the army...

refuse to take orders.

It's mindless obedience

that's the killer.

I've broken the rules.

All the rules.

Because someone

has to say no.

Mark, please, no.

Nat, ducky, we've got to get this

sorted out, for once and for all.

Come on.

Come. Come.

Oh, Ginger.

She's sleeping with Roland.

- Who?

- Rosa.

What?

Rosa?

With Roland?

Is it true?

Rosa?

Answer me, Rosa.

- Why should I?

- Because I'm your mother.

I didn't notice.

Do you think Mum's all right?

Come.

Come.

Nat?

Nat, darling.

Nat.

Can we come in?

Right.

We're coming in.

Nat, open the door.

Nat, open this door!

Natty, open up!

Roland!

Come quick!

Darling, come on.

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