So Well Remembered Page #9

His face is really quite all right.

He looks different, yes,

but I don't know how she does it.

She manages to imply

somehow that it isn't-

that it's so awful,

no one else in the world could love him.

Why, you'd think she had

a private monopoly on love.

I thought at first she was just foolish,

but she isn't.

She's foolish like a snake.

She's wrapping herself round him.

She's destroying him. She's...

oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to blow up.

How's the mill?

Well, it's not shut down.

That's the most you can say.

We got a stalemate, more or less.

Oh, I wish I knew what to do.

He needs help so badly.

He needs someone.

Aye.

And he's lucky it's you.

See that he gets the book, Julie.

Keep your chin up.

Open up 48.

I could use one of those things myself.

You're Julie morgan, aren't you?

Yes. I thought so.

I... I've just been trying to decide.

Dr. Whiteside's your foster father.

Yes.

You know George then.

Yes.

That's quite a coincidence, isn't it?

Isn't what?

The whole thing.

You from Browdley,

a foster daughter of my ex-husband's

closest friend here

looking after my son.

It is a coincidence, isn't it?

Is it?

Are you in love with him?

Yes.

And he's in love with you.

I think so.

And you want to be married.

We've talked about it.

Have you wondered how I'd feel?

Charles has.

I don't care.

Thank you.

I just wanted to have it straight.

Charles, darling!

Hello, mother.

How are you?

All right.

The matron tells me

you've been to the village.

Yes. Was that wise?

I had permission.

Oh, darling, you-

what's wrong?! This isn't a prison.

Wasn't it tiring?

Yes, a little.

You should have let me drive you.

It wasn't too bad, was it?

You didn't mind too much?

If people are going to stare at my face,

they're going to stare at it.

I might as well get used to it.

I know, I know.

People can be so cruel,

and you want to fight back at them.

But not yet.

You're not strong enough to fight yet.

There'll be no need to now, anyway.

I've pulled it off.

You're coming home with me.

When?

Robert's waiting to

help with your things.

You don't have to stay a minute longer.

Oh, it'll be so wonderful,

and it'll be so good for you-

just the two of us.

Oh, Charles,

we can walk together and read

and talk by the fire.

And you won't have to see anyone-

no one to stare or ask questions.

Charles, what's wrong?

We planned all this

and now it's really happened.

What's wrong? Tell me.

Nothing's wrong.

It's just that...

I:

- I didn't think you'd be

able to arrange it, I suppose.

I:

- I really didn't.

It's not usual.

But I managed it.

The doctors agreed that all you need

is quiet and peace in

the right surroundings

to give you confidence again.

This isn't good for you here.

Stoneclough will bring you back.

You'll be home

- home with me.

I can't go.

Charles, what's happened?

Nothing's happened. I just can't go.

No one will see you.

It's not that, it's just that...

I'm-I'm used to it here.

I'm used to it here.

I can't leave. I can't!

Charles!

Charles, darling!

It's all right, nurse.

It's all right.

Oh, darling.

Darling.

Charles, I understand.

Oh.

You're all right now.

I'll get Robert to

help with your things.

...the United States only.

The italian patriots say

they have executed Mussolini

and most of his fascist cabinet.

Here is the news.

This morning's only news

of total german surrender-

expected at any time now-

is a doenitz ceasefire

order to all u-boats,

and more swedish reports

that the germans in norway

will soon give up.

Today's weather...

of course, this can go on forever.

What do you say?

I don't know.

Sounds over with.

Shall we say it's over then?

Got a spot of very fine brandy

put away for the occasion.

Will you join me?

No, I'll wait for the news and keep dry.

George?

Aye, as a matter of fact,

I think I will.

It's pretty good cognac, Georgie.

Very expensive.

Well, I doubt it's more harmful

than a cheaper kind.

Good night, Vicar. Good night.

Ah, here we are.

Are you sure that's

the right bottle, Dick?

Oh, I don't make any mistakes

where this is concerned.

Thanks.

Where's Julie?

Oh, not back from

the R.A.F. establishment, I suppose-

whatever it is.

Well, Georgie, this is a great moment-

come, come now.

We've just been deciding the war's over.

This is no time to behave like this.

Julie, Julie, now, what is it, darling?

Tell us. Tell us what's happened.

She-she's taken him home.

She got him out of the hospital.

How in the world did she manage that?

I don't know!

He knew she wanted him to come home,

but...

he promised me he wouldn't

no matter what happened.

But when it came down to it, he did!

He's too ill to stand up against her.

He needs me.

Well, he'll have you then, Julie.

Now, don't worry.

When I found out he'd gone,

I rang up Stoneclough,

and they wouldn't even

let me speak to him.

I:

- I'll never get him away from her now.

She's too strong.

Why, in another week and...

we'd have been married.

Another week and who'd

have been married?

I mean...

we'd even got a license.

I said another week and

who'd have been married?

Julie and Charles.

Who's Charles?

Winslow.

Olivia's boy.

What? That sniveling alcoholic

who bashed you that night?!

Now, look here-

all right, Dick, all right.

This is no time for

fatherly indignation.

You're not much good at it anyway.

You knew all this was going on?

Aye, and you would have, too,

if you'd kept your eyes open.

He's a good lad, Dick.

Now, stop your blustering.

Just what's Olivia up to?

She's trying to break it up, Dick.

Why?

It should be perfectly clear why

just looking at her.

She wants Charles for herself.

She doesn't want

anyone else to have him.

She wants to wear him around her neck.

He knows it's wrong, but

he can't help himself.

She'll break him.

She'll kill him!

And I suppose she could, too.

She could kill him as

she killed your son.

Yes, I say she killed him.

As a doctor, I say she killed him.

Why didn't she take him to the clinic?

'Cause the other children

were runny at the nose.

I call that murder-

whatever you call it.

She murdered him...

just as surely as she

murdered her father.

Dick, that's going too far.

Where did you leave Olivia

the night Channing was killed?

What?

Uh, on the road.

Below the landslide,

where we went over the side.

Aye.

Before she got up to the house,

I had been talking

to Channing about you.

Everybody in town knew

what was going on anyway.

When she came in, he faced her with it.

I heard the row from downstairs,

and I heard her tell him

to mind his own business.

Then he came out,

said he was going down

with me to see you.

He liked you, and he wanted to stop it.

I think he knew what she was

capable of doing to people,

and he didn't want it done to you.

She let him go.

She let us both go,

knowing that the road was washed out.

She couldn't have missed it.

I can't believe it, Dick.

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