The Lady, the Devil & the Dealer Page #3

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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,

the sooner I can rejoin them.

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,

they were picking people up

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)

We should write to the UN

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.

I'm sorry to trouble you,

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?

- Mummy is on hunger strike.

- 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?

- About three days ago.

- 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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