The Damned Page #3

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I mean:
are you there.

Or are you thinking of something else.

I'm not thinking at all.

Then you're happy.

D'you think to stop

thinking means you're happy?

Sometimes.

Sometimes it's the other way around.

But I'm not happy.

Why?

It doesn't matter.

Tell me!

I didn't want to be

just somebody's girl.

Will you marry me?

That's what you think now, of course.

I've been married and divorced,

I'm much older than you are...

...but I've never found this

kind of quietness before.

It's as if I were no

longer afraid of dying.

Then I'm lucky.

Thank you Simon.

[ sound of engine ]

King!

Is anybody there?

Well I'm sloppy...

... but I'm not that bad.

Two of them, hm?

This place is like a railroad

station. What can I do for you, sir?

Would you mind getting

out of my bedroom?

Where is Joanie?

Er, hum. Well I don't know.

Where did they go?

You might as well ask

where they came from,...

...who they are,...

I don't have the faintest idea.

If we're gonna have a conference on this

subject I think you'd better get out of here...

...away from that bed

The man is your friend!

Well, he may be,...

...but the odds are against it.

- O, very humorous that is.

I don't like people making fun of me.

I sympathize.

I know your kind.

Smart talking, bad living.

People with no morals.

Maybe my morals are different from yours.

- You don't have any!

You think this junk's all that matters?

I've been here before. I've seen

them. They're nasty, that's why?

Well now, that depends

on how you look at them.

You think I ought to like 'em?

- Sure, don't you?

What have my morals got

to do with your Joanie?

Very strange boy!

I'm strange allright.

I'll show you just how strange I am.

Is this what you make your junk with?

- Give me that thing.

Give it to me, I said. I don't have

anything to do with your Joanie.

You don't know how

much this means to me.

How could you be so cruel?

I enjoyed it, my dear lady.

I don't believe you.

"Where are you, simple Simon?"

There something going on

along the same fence, sir.

The poor devils must have gone over.

You're lucky to be alive, young man.

Why, what kind of

establishment is this, then?

A morgue?

Block C, conference room.

His name is Simon Wells

and he's an American.

Now Major, what would I be likely

to know about a bloke like that?

You tell me.

What's he got to do with your lot?

What's he got to do with your lot?

Be careful. You gave Wells a beating and

today you are chasing him around here. Why?

Major, Major, Major.

I hope you remember my rights as

one of our Majesty's lawful subjects.

As if you had any.

That bothers me, that, does it?

She's moving.

- Where are we?

- Sst! No one is to speak!

Take my hand, follow me.

Your... your hand's as

cold as... ...as ice!

You're warm!

She's warm!

Look, could you just

tell us where we are.

Please, you mustn't speak,

it's much too dangerous.

Simon, Simon, her

hand is as cold as ice.

It doesn't get warm when I touch it.

Well, we're... we're underground

and it's pretty cold here.

But your hand doesn't feel like this. It

gets warm when I touch it. Hers doesn't.

Wait.

You may speak now, but not too loudly.

They don't have eyes here.

He means television cameras. They watch us in other

places. But they don't know about our hide-out.

Who are they?

- Our teachers.

Could we talk to your teachers?

Oh no, you can't do that.

- Why not?

They're not here, and if the eye saw

you, The black death would come...

...and take you away from us.

Haven't you come to save us?

To save you from what?

I told you were wrong,

Elisabeth. They don't know.

Simon, I'm terribly cold.

Children, even if we can't talk to your

teachers, would you show us the way back?

We can put you back where we found you.

But there is no where to go from there.

Please stay with us for a little while.

We're soaking wet.

- Do you mind being wet? We don't mind being wet.

Don't you catch cold?

I don't know what you mean.

You have blankets and towels?

- Yes.

Richard will get you some

blankets from the dormitory.

Come on, children. The rest of

you have to go to bed now anyway...

...or they will be bound to notice.

- Can't we stay a little longer?

No, do as I say.

Can we touch before we

go? You said she was warm.

Would you mind? You see, they've

never touched warm people before.

It's allright.

Henry, where're you going?

- I'm going to the screen, Victoria, because I missed my turn

You will be missed and

you wil be punished.

You can have your turn tomorrow.

- I don't care. You saw those two.

And Richard saw a bird once.

And I have never seen anything.

All right, go on, but don't be long.

I'll make sure the others are in bed. Then I'll come back.

- Thank you.

We must be somewhere under

that military establishment.

We should let them know we

are here, you'll get pneumonia.

I'll be allright if I can get dry.

Let's stay at least until

we find out what's going on.

These children are not dumb.

The sea doesn't look dangerous

from here. It looks very beautiful

- But the cliff is dangerous.

You must be careful.

- Is there no way down?

- No.

Do you think you'll be comfortable?

Have you decided to stay?

First we need to ask

some more questions.

Let's begin at the

beginning. What's your name?

- Victoria.

Victoria, my name is

Simon. And this is Joan.

There, I've saved your life.

- [ King gasps ]

- I learned how to do it in gymn classes.

- Totally luck, old chap.

Don't you want to come

out now? And come insiode?

The others are in there already.

- Inside where?

- Inside here!

Do you want me to help you?

Trust the boys of the bloodhouse that

they will have something like this.

Do that again!

Are you coming inside?

You said the others are in there?

- They are!

Forth into battle, dear chaps.

Open it.

Open it.

I can't do that, not from inside.

It doesn't work from inside.

You're not allowed to

talk here. Follow me.

How old are you, Victoria?

I'm eleven. We're all eleven. And we

all have our birthdays in the same week.

- How long have you been here?

- We've been here always.

- What about your parents?

Do they come and see you?

Oh, we were hoping you were our parents.

I see.

And do you know why your cold?

- There are some things, Simon,

which you can't understand...

...You'll be told everything in time, each

new thing as you are able to understand it...

...and not before.

- I found another one.

- Don't tell lies, Henry.

- I did, I did!

I found another one.

I saved his life, Victoria.

- Would you like a blanket too?

- No.

- Is he warm too, Simon?

- Yes, Victoria.

I almost drowned

looking for you, Joanie.

Before you get yourself excited,

King, touch the little boys' face.

- Ffff... Joanie, I don't want...

- Go on, touch the little boys' face.

He's dead.

He's dead, I tell you.

- Never mind, Henry.

Never mind what he said.

- Victoria, I'll promise we'll stay

until I find out how to help you.

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