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and the lady's name on your return?

Do you refuse to answer that question?

Well.

I did forget her.

I forgot her name, her face,

her very existence.

But she wrote to me

while I was in hospital

and her letters revived

my memory of her.

Could you produce any letters written

by Sir Mark Loddon

which refer to his wound

- and his loss of memory?

- No.

No, I can't produce any letters

like that.

I never wrote about those things.

Rightly or wrongly, I...

I kept them from her.

You seem to have kept a great deal

from her.

If I am Welney,

what became of Loddon?

That's a very interesting question

which I don't propose to answer now.

Thank you.

That will be all.

Mr. Foxley I think this might be an

appropriate moment for an enjoyable lunch.

Lady Loddon. Excuse me,

a fellow countryman of yours

Barry Medox,

American Press Service.

I'm sure people in America would be

interested knowing how...

Lady Loddon has nothing to say.

Will you leave us alone please?

Excuse me.

Hello Hubert, what's good today?

The trout's excellent.

My learned friend highly recommends

the trout.

Which is a very good reason for

having the turnout. - Now now.

You mustn't be too put off by Fox's

professional manner.

We fight like angry stags in court

but outside we are the best of friends.

Now then this afternoon

should be quite straightforward.

I'm going to call your relatives

as to discuss and after that

I should like to put Lady Loddon

in the box, just to clinch things.

You'll do no such thing.

Why not my dear fellow?

Just a few simple,

straightforward questions.

Lady Loddon is our principal asset.

She'll ensure the jury's sympathy.

You speak as if there was some doubt

about the result of this case.

Darling if he thinks it will help...

No it's quite out of question.

I won't have you humiliated in that box.

The whole thing's sordid

without dragging you

into it. That's the end

to the whole matter.

Captain Loddon, when you were

questioned by my learned friend,

you said, you

recognized your cousin

anywhere.

Of course, Known him all my life.

I often went to Ingworth on

holiday when we were kids.

But I use to bully him a lot then.

I remember on one occasion we were larking

around and he felt down from a tree.

He still has a scar to thank me for.

- Then another time...

- Just a moment.

This scar you mentioned. Where is it?

On the left leg, just about the knee.

- You're sure?

- Oh quite positive.

Yes, thank you.

I have here Captain Loddon

report of a full medical

examination to which the

plaintiff was good enough to

submit to at our request.

It contains no reference to any scar.

I don't quite understand that.

As I remember it was a pretty serious cut

that had several stitches in it.

I'd say that scar would still be there.

I'm quite prepared to believe that

Sir Mark Loddon had a scar

but the plaintiff obviously hasn't.

- Look I hope you don't think...

- Thank you Captain Loddon.

I should like to re-examine

this witness, my Lord.

By all means.

Apart from the question of the scar

about which there appears to be

some conflict of opinion,

you are absolutely certain are

you not that the plaintiff

in fact Sir Mark Loddon.

Yes, of course, except...

Except?

- Nothing, I'm absolutely certain.

- Exactly.

Thank you Captain Loddon.

I consider it absolutely essential that

we should call Lady Loddon...

- On no account.

- She knows you better than anybody.

The evidence about the scar

could be very damaging to us.

- I said no.

- Lady Loddon I appeal to you...

Not if Mark doesn't want me to do.

- Sir Wilfred when you are ready?

- I beg your Lordship's pardon.

I have no further witnesses to call.

In that case we will

adjourn until tomorrow.

Excuse me.

LIBEL CASE LATES Back a winner mister?

Looks like it.

- Are you awake?

- Yes.

I can't sleep either.

But you must.

I'll get you something.

You'll need all your strength

for tomorrow.

Mark.

Why did you never tell me that

there was a time when you've

forgotten me all together?

I thought it might be...

might be the one thing

you couldn't forgive.

And that you wouldn't marry me.

I didn't know you then

as I know you now.

Take it. It'll make you sleep.

Why didn't you tell me afterwards?

After it didn't seem to matter.

And anyway...

I thought it might hurt you.

Hurt me much more

hearing it like that today.

Do you think it didn't hurt me

to have to say it like that?

Oh darling, that was a horribly

selfish thing for me to say.

Forgive me.

It isn't very often that

I have to do that, is it?

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Maggie.

- Yes?

It happened again today.

- In court.

- I guessed.

I was remembering the water...

and something moving in it.

When the music stopped.

Of course.

It was a reflection.

It was the same reflection

I saw on the looking glass that night.

What is it?

What is it? What is it?

It was only yourself.

If it was myself why does it frighten

me so much. Why? Why?

Unless...

Supposing it were true.

Supposing what were true?

That I was not myself.

That that other man...

How can you be?

What do you mean?

Oh, darling I am your wife, I know

who you are.

And I'll swear it in court

if you let me.

Loddon against the Sunday Gazette

and another.

Part 3rd

Jeffrey Buckenham.

What is your full name?

Jeffrey Buckenham.

Heh heh, Buckenham is on.

Buckenham is on.

And you are the author of the letter

in the Sunday Gazette.

Yes.

Have you gained anything

by its publication?

Not yet.

Do you stand to gain anything?

- A lot.

- Financially?

- No.

- What then?

Personal satisfaction.

- Mark Loddon was my friend.

- You say, was.

Yes, I said, was.

- He is dead.

- My Lord, I really must protest

against such a monstrous statement.

- Unsupported by one shred of evidence...

- Really my Lord, my learned friend

does more credit to his

heart than to his head.

Evidence will be forthcoming.

Now Mr. Buckenham you heard

the plaintiff described an incident

which occurred in prison hut,

when you mistook Welney

for Sir Mark.

Was that account accurate?

Part of it was but he left out a lot.

Would you please describe

the incident in your own words?

Well.

Like he said one day

I came in with the letters.

Letter for you, Mark.

Andr!

Oh, Merci!

That's not yours.

All right, all right,

you boring Canadian lumberjack.

- Just to remember you did give it to me.

- Well give it back.

You dirty, little thief.

Welney!

Caught him reading your letter.

Our lumberjack friend

made a mistake.

He mistook me for you.

- I opened it without even looking at it.

- You liar.

You were reading

as fast as you could.

I caught you reading them before.

Oh for Heaven's sake Jeff. Shut up!

Then you shut up too with all this

lumberjack stuff.

You both sound like a couple

of kids and you know it.

Fact is we...

we are getting on each other's

nervous, yeah?

Not really surprising,

being caged up like this.

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