The Lady, the Devil & the Dealer Page #6

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a former monk named Karma,

- has agreed to accompany me.

- Oh good.

Yes.

- Take good care. - All very soon.

It won't be long. (clicking noise)

- And Suu? Suu?

- Hello?

(soft instrumental music)

- Mr. Gordon...

- Shh.

(sighs)

Suu. Suu.

Mr. Gordon, we have to explore every way

of putting pressure on the authorities.

I gather from Anthony that a lobbying

campaign is already underway.

He has already spoken with both

Desmond Tutu and the White House.

I want to assure you Suu,

none of us has any intention of resting,

until Michael's visa is confirmed.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- Yes.

(soft instrumental music)

(coughing)

No, no, no, no, no.

You are your own worst enemy.

Please, Michael. I beg you,

go back to bed.

- It's nearly midnight.

- I know, I know.

Ten minutes, Karma.

Give me ten minutes.

There is a mountain of unanswered

correspondence to deal with.

It can't wait any longer.

Who'll supervise my students

when I'm gone?

People depend on me. I can't just be

lolling around in bed all day and night.

Please, please,

I'll go back to bed in ten minutes.

- You promise?

- I promise.

- See you tomorrow.

- Goodnight.

(coughing)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- Mikey.

Suu. How are you?

Have you heard anything yet?

- Quickly, before they cut the line.

- Yes.

I just need to know. Is there any sign

at all that they will let you come?

Yes. Any day now.

I promise you.

Not long now.

- I've been wondering.

- What?

Should I...

- Do you think I should come and see you?

- No, no, no.

Darling, you are not even to consider it.

We didn't come all this way just

to fall in the final furlong.

We are being helped

at the very highest level now.

There's every reason...

(static noise)

Mikey?

(soft instrumental music)

Hi, Dad.

That was your mother.

She said to send you her love.

(soft instrumental music)

Madam, the General has considered

your letter very carefully,

and he asks me to inform you

that unfortunately

the authorities simply do not

have the resources,

to deal with your husband's

medical needs.

No one is asking you to do that.

The Norwegian government has offered

a plane with private equipment.

And the Dalai Lama one of his own doctors

to attend to Michael while he is here.

Of course a wife would wish to be

with her husband at such a time.

I am here to offer you a seat

on the next night home.

You could be with Dr. Aris

by this time tomorrow.

But then you will never let me return.

You are free to choose, Madam.

Your husband and children.

Or your country.

(soft suspenseful instrumental music)

Now, what kind of freedom is that?

(soft suspenseful instrumental music)

(man with megaphone, indistinct)

(applause)

(soft instrumental music)

(coughing)

Another refusal.

And all the while, time slipping

through my fingers.

I'm simply not ready to go yet,

do you hear me?

And what's to become of Kim?

And Alex?

- Michael, take some deep breaths...

- No, no. No.

Come on.

Oh, God.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Michael, please, calm yourself.

Calm yourself.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sick of being sick.

(phone rings)

- Allo?

- Who's speaking, please?

- I'm the maid, madam.

- I'd like to talk to my husband, please.

He had a very bad night and they decided

he'd be more comfortable at the hospice.

They left a number. His friend, Karma.

Do you want the number?

Yes. Yes, please.

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- Karma?

Madam, I'm afraid the news is not good.

Michael is in a hospice now.

- He is slipping away very fast.

- There must be something we can do.

They've explored every avenue.

I'm sorry. (clicking noise)

- Hello?

- What? Karma?

Hello?

- Hello?

- Karma?

- Hi, Mum.

- Kim.

He doesn't have much time left.

But I can't.

My hands are tied.

- I'm sorry.

- I know.

But he's dying.

(soft instrumental music)

Please, try to understand.

Kim.

It would be the end of everything your father

and I fought for so long. (clicking noise)

- Hello?

- Kim?

(soft instrumental music)

Kim?

(sobbing) No...

(beeping sounds)

Mum sends her love.

(soft classical piano music)

- Karma?

- Yes?

- You know it's my birthday tomorrow.

- Yes, I know.

A fitting time,

for me to take my final bow, I think.

(soft classical piano music continues)

(male newscaster) The husband of Nobel

Peace Prize winner Aung San Suu Kyi

has died of cancer on his 53rd birthday.

Dr. Aris, an Oxford University academic,

was prevented from seeing his wife,

with whom he had two sons,

for the past three years.

(soft instrumental music)

Mikey!

(sobbing) Mikey!

(soft instrumental music)

Mikey!

Mikey!

(soft instrumental music)

(instrumental music slowly building)

(music:
"Slug" by U2)

Don't want to lose my shirt

Don't want to dig the dirt

Don't want you to get hurt

Can't help but I'm a flirt

Don't want to take your drugs

Don't want to be a slug

Don't want to overdress

Don't want to make a mess

Don't want you to confess

not under duress I

(crowd) Aung San Suu Kyi!

(soft instrumental music slowly building)

(music:
"Soldier of Love", by Sade)

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