The Captive Heart Page #8

Thank you, sir.

Looks like rain.

My dear.

It's no good going on hoping.

You must face up to it.

That he won't come back?

That he won't come back.

Grandpa. It's

starting to rain.

Come help me put the chairs

in the summer house.

Oh, come on.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I was expecting someone else.

Mrs. Mitchell,

I came to see you.

I have some news for you,

of your husband.

Oh.

Come in, please.

What?

Your husband is dead.

Dead?

He was killed 4 years ago

in the fighting at Saint-Ardennie.

I heard from him.

From the prison camp.

Your husband was never

in that prison camp.

He was never

a prisoner of war.

But... the letters.

I wrote those letters.

You?

Yes.

But I...

I took these from

your husband's body.

I took his name,

his uniform, his identity.

For 4 years, I've been

Geoffrey Mitchell.

But why?

To save my life.

The Germans

were after me.

The letters?

Later in the camp,

I had to write.

They suspected me.

If I hadn't answered

your letters,

they'd have been

on to me.

You had to answer

my letters.

I understand that.

You...

You even had

to go on writing.

I understand that, too.

Why did you have

to write the way you did?

I believed

every word you said.

At first, I had

to make you tell me

as much as possible

about yourself.

I was fighting

for my life.

And then...

I got your other letters.

Photos of the children.

Glimpses of things lost

to me forever and...

It was as if you were

offering me a new world.

It was easy out there

to delude oneself.

And I believed

a wonderful thing had happened.

My husband had left me.

And those letters made me believe

he was mine again,

That everything would be

as I'd hoped it would be.

I planned for the day

he'd come home again...

For a new life together.

What a fool I was.

You were still

in love with him?

How I can tell now?

I know there's no excuse

for what I did, but...

Will you go now, please?

You must believe that

I meant what I wrote.

Your letters came

to be my life.

You see, I fell

in love with you.

It was a dream then.

Now it's reality.

I allowed myself to dream

these letters of ours

could come to life.

That I could see with my own

eyes your home,

the children, yourself.

Celia, you're wanted

on the telephone.

Who is it?

Captain Hasek.

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