The Lady, the Devil & the Dealer Page #3
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- 2011
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our limousine will take you
to the airport.
That won't be necessary, General Nyunt.
For the time being my duty remains
here in Burma.
There is an election to be fought.
What about those young boys of yours?
They will be missing their mother.
Well, the sooner these elections come,
Perhaps on your return, you could urge
General Ne Win to make haste.
(soft instrumental music)
(indistinct chatter)
(car noises)
(shouts in Burmese)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
The soldiers look very serious.
We should come back another day.
No. Just ignore them.
We will continue in a calm
and orderly fashion.
Stay here first.
(suspenseful instrumental music)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
(loud grunt)
We have to go.
(audience repeats)
(growling)
(laughter and applause)
(oriental instrumental music,
dialogue inaudible)
(male newsreader) In an unprecedented
escalation of intimidation,
Aung San Suu Kyi narrowly escaped
being shot by the military yesterday
while out campaigning in the province
of Danubyu.
(instrumental music)
Jesus Christ, Suu.
(applause and cheers)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
(yelling in Burmese)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
(cheers)
A good day, today.
Isn't it U Win Tin?
(cheers and applause)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
Daw Suu! Daw Suu!
Everywhere we went today,
and taking them away.
Where are they taking them?
Some of them were taken as forced
laborers at the borders,
carrying weapons and drugs
through the jungle
on the account of the generals.
And the others?
(yelling)
(laughter)
(laughter continues)
and Amnesty International,
and tell them exactly how the Burmese
people are being treated by the military.
Yes. Pen and paper, please.
(Suu) My darling.
Every day brings new atrocities.
Committed by a regime who will stop at
nothing in order to try to hang on to Pa.
But there can be no turning back now
and as my father once advised:
"continue to expect the best
while preparing for the worst".
So darling, please, I beg you,
try your best not to worry.
Morning Dad.
- Your mother sends her love.
- How is she?
Still busy.
I hope she'll be rewarded one day
for what she's doing.
(indistinct chatter)
- Good afternoon. You want to go through?
- Thank you.
(indistinct chatter)
Professor Finnie.
Forgive me. Forgive me, sorry.
Sorry to trouble you.
My name is Dr. Michael Aris.
- I am married to Aung San...
- Of course.
I've been watching your wife's progress
with admiration.
but I believe you have some influence
with the Nobel Peace Prize Committee.
Would you be willing to forward her name?
It is difficult to envisage
a stronger contender.
Anything that raises
her international profile,
will afford some measure of protection.
The issue of Suu's safety weighs heavily
on me at the moment.
Look, if you have some kind of CV,
I'll certainly ensure its seen by
Vaclav Havel and his committee.
Well, that would be tremendously
helpful. You see,
I'm haunted by the fear that her luck
is about to run out any day now.
Let me see what I can do.
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
Thank you.
Karma! Just the man I was looking for.
Follow me.
Dr. Aris, I've got to...
I'm going to need your help Karma.
Instead of sitting around worrying,
I've hatched a little plan of action.
Now, somewhere here...
Somewhere are copies
of all Suu's old essays.
There's one she wrote about her father.
Another on Burma under colonialism.
Now, you take a look at these.
See what you can dig out.
We're going to put together an application
to the Nobel committee on Suu's behalf.
That's brilliant.
You get stuck in there
and we'll see how we go.
Good man.
(instrumental music)
(street noises)
(church bells chime)
It's not much use my saying
to you "Be careful!"
But please be very judicious
in everything you do.
It's all a matter of timing.
If I have any authority left at all
as your very loving husband,
please listen to me.
Please be as gentle with yourself
as I would be if I were there.
Dad, dad!
- Ta da!
- Careful.
Oh, goodness.
Well, well, well.
It looks like Christmas has come early.
(rock music)
- Kim. For crying out loud, be careful.
- All right, Mr. Perfect.
(phone rings)
Hello? Yes.
What?
Oh dear.
Yes. I'm sorry.
Lucinda, I'll call you later.
Okay, dear. Bye.
Dad?
That was your Aunt Lucinda.
I'm sorry to have to tell
your grandfather has died.
And I shall have to go to Scotland
to organize the funeral.
(car noises)
(shouting in Burmese)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
Good morning.
It's time to wake up.
Morning.
Sleep well?
Now, I don't want you to be frightened,
but this morning we have woken to find
the house surrounded by soldiers.
Perhaps it will all come to nothing.
But in case I am arrested,
I have made arrangements for you
to be sent back to England.
So I want you to know that whatever
happens,
you will be well taken care of.
All right?
Yeah.
(soft suspenseful instrumental music)
(yelling in Burmese)
(motor revs)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
(yelling in Burmese)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
(yells in Burmese)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
Yes, yes, I understand.
But are all the lines to Burma down,
or just this one?
I see. Just this one. Thank you.
(dogs barking)
(eerie instrumental music)
(noises from plane)
Stop. Follow me.
While you are in Rangoon,
you are to abide
by the conditions under which your wife
has been detained.
No contact with your embassy
or any person engaged in politics.
- Is that understood?
- Yes.
Enjoy your stay.
(a car starts, yelling in Burmese)
(street noises)
What do you want? Chocolate?
We don't have any.
Boys.
Daddy!
Where is everyone?
- On hunger strike?
Mikey. Mikey.
They arrived early in the morning
and arrested most of my colleagues.
Except for me. I'm under house arrest.
So I've told them I won't eat,
until they take me to join them all
in prison.
- The cut the phone line.
- With a pair of scissors.
I can't tell you how relieved I am
that you are here.
- When did you last eat?
- Four. Four.
- Three. Three.
Shh.
I must say there's never a dull moment.
What on earth am I going to do with you?
(shouts in Burmese)
(soft instrumental music)
(male newscaster) Fears are growing
about the fate of Dr. Michael Aris,
who vanished two weeks ago. He has
not been seen since arriving in Rangoon,
to visit his wife Aung San Suu Kyi.
Despite urgent requests from the
Foreign Office for clarification,
the Burmese authorities have refused
to provide any further information
about his wellbeing or whereabouts.
An Embassy official said
that their only information...
(talking in Burmese)
Now listen, Suu.
If you die,
the boys will lose their mother.
And your people their best defender.
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