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Chrissie went

back to her husband.

She had one already?

Oh, yes.

Who she told me

she never saw anymore.

But all the time...

I don't know.

It turns out

I was a subplot.

The real story was

happening elsewhere.

That's a terrible feeling.

Yeah. The worst.

It's shaken my

whole idea of myself.

You know, what I'm

doing as a policeman.

I mean, if the day

was no good, if it was...

Awful or silly, I could always

go back to Chrissie and laugh.

Now it turns out that

she wasn't really with me.

She laughed...

But she was elsewhere.

What's he like?

Awful.

He's the sort

of man who keeps sheep.

I mean, for god's sake,

If you want wool,

go and buy it in a shop.

Listen.

I'll tell you why I'm here.

I was piecing

together the evening.

Can't you leave it?

Well, yes.

This is just

an amateur's interest.

all right.

It's just that...

There was food...

Then there was talking...

Then you went upstairs.

Didn't you have

a few moments alone with him?

When you were together...

What did you talk about?

Fixing the roof.

It's just that roger-

your colleague, roger- says...

That when you came back,

he remembers that you'd changed.

Changed?

Not, uh... I don't mean...

I'm not saying...

As a person.

Your clothes.

Well, I put on my trousers.

I'd snagged my stocking.

Oh, gosh.

Poor you.

So, how are you managing alone?

Don't you think

you should tell me?

What happened?

Was it your fault?

I th... I think.

In a way.

It's because he was a stranger.

No. I'm not sure I can explain.

Because I didn't know him.

Now I can feel

him dragging me down.

I thought I could get over it,

But now, everywhere,

the darkness beckons.

These things become real.

He wants me down there.

Well, you have to fight.

Well, I have fought.

how dare you?

I fought for three weeks,

and you didn't help.

Sending me

that miserable little girl.

What gives you that right?

To meddle?

Police always bring sadness.

I'm going to sit here.

I won't go away.

Now, Stanley...

Don't drink too much, please.

Last night,

you were stupid with gin.

I like gin.

Oh.

I rang the bell.

Well, she can see us

through the window.

Jean?

I'm John Morgan.

hello.

Oh, you brought an extra.

Come on. Come on in.

The more, the merrier.

John Morgan.

I've already told

Stanley not to get drunk.

What?

Revenge.

That's what it is. Revenge!

That's what she's doing!

who?

The prime minister.

She's taking some...

Terrible revenge for something.

Some deep damage. Something

inside. God knows what.

For crimes behind

the privet hedge.

And now the whole

country's suffering!

Yet we've done nothing to her.

Do you

think that?

Yes, I do.

Coq au vin.

oh! Wonderful!

Stanley,

you're drunk.

One drunk?

Yes, I am.

Drunk and disorderly,

Where once

I was orderly.

Who's

first?

I used to keep my thoughts

in neat rows like vegetables.

All pegged out

under cloches.

I kept my thoughts under

cloches. Now, they grow wild.

Marcia?

Oh, sorry.

You wouldn't know.

I am the local solicitor.

The town's official

sanctifier of greed.

Those little

unseemly transactions.

I'll just take some of this.

Verity.

I see people

as they truly are.

nonsense.

Oh, this smells marvelous.

I remember once, my father,

Also a solicitor,

Said, "I have

learnt never to judge

Any man from his behavior with

money and the opposite sex".

Yet it is my own

saddened experience

That those are

the only ways to judge them.

salad?

thank you.

Stanley

thinks good of nobody.

Not true.

I expect good of nobody.

Thank you.

And I'm sometimes

pleasantly surprised.

There we are.

And when I find good,

My first feeling

Is one of nostalgia

for something we've lost.

Here, take.

Thanks.

Ask John Morgan.

John.

Well, I don't know.

go on.

I only know...

Goodness...

And anger...

And revenge...

And evil...

And desire.

These seem to me

far better words than

Neurosis

and psychology and paranoia.

These old words.

These good, old words

have a sort of... Conviction,

Which all this modern

apparatus of language now lacks.

ah, well, yes.

We bury these words.

These simple feelings.

We bury them deep.

And all the building over

that constitutes this century

Will not wish

these feelings away.

Yes, well, you'll have to say

what you really mean by that.

Would I?

Yeah.

Define your terms.

They don't need defining.

If you can't feel them,

you might as well be dead.

Well... What do you think?

Well, of course,

you look wonderful.

You don't like me going.

What makes you say that?

I've never said that.

I've encouraged you.

I can see it's your happiness.

You've never been

happier than today.

I've always told you,

you must do what you want.

Yes.

You supported me, and...

And I've been grateful.

I'll come back.

We'll have a house.

If you want to stop me, you can.

No. I'll study. I've lots to do.

Are you being true with me?

True?

What's it mean?

If you've anything

to say, speak it now.

Nothing.

good-bye.

Oh!

Where'd that come from?

Oh, god.

It looks as if your roof

is in trouble.

I'm very practical.

Right.

Show me your money.

Put that in your shoe.

Let's go in.

What you said...

What you said about those

feelings, it made such sense.

Yes. I thought

you'd understand me.

It's here.

Take part in your game.

We would like to.

We have heard, the best

game of poker in Malaya.

Okay.

Thanks very much.

I think it's fixed.

Thank you.

Shall we go down?

What have you given him?

Okay. It's okay.

I have something.

- Oh!

- Don't drag him!

Who runs this game?

I thought you were the boss!

No fighting, please.

I have something.

Step in here.

I will give you

some medicine for him.

I love the slow evenings

when summer begins to come.

It doesn't get dark until 8:00.

Absurd. It isn't possible.

No.

English airman...

Listen...

I know you're in trouble.

What?

You're in trouble...

Like me.

No. No, I don't

know what you mean.

Come on.

I... No.

You're lonely.

Yes, well, I'm lonely,

but I'm not in trouble.

Please don't argue.

All that hope coming out of you,

all that cheerful resolution.

All that

wonderful enlightenment...

For what? For nothing.

You know

it's for nothing.

Don't tell me that

cheerfulness is real.

Yes, of course.

You and I...

We understand each other.

What? No. What?

You fake. You fake

all that cheerfulness.

No! I don't. It's who I am.

Then why did you

lead me up here?

I didn't.

Liar!

You know. You know

where you're looking.

No, I don't.

You've been here,

where I am.

No, I haven't.

I'm sorry.

But I haven't been more ill.

I have to change.

No.

Yes. Oh, please.

You will!

Out into the night,

And then

good night again.

Oops!

Oh! The drinking of whisky

the drinking of gin...

It's been very pleasant.

Would you mind

if I came around again?

there. Hold me tight.

Jessica, aren't

you coming with me?

Yes. On the 16th.

I can't go on

the English trip.

Oh, yes, you can.

Right then, everyone.

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