So Evil My Love

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Mrs. Harwood, ma'am.

Oh, there you are.

I've been searching all over for you.

You know the deck's no the

place for a lassie this weather.

Thumbing your nose at the elements.

I find it exhilarating.

Oh, exhilarating behind.

I want your help ma'am.

My help? In what way?

Well, it's the malaria cases.

The fever's mounting

Will you help me to fight it?

I'm not a nurse, doctor.

But you're from Jamaica.

You've had experience of

this among the natives.

You can help you're own folk now.

Will you come below, ma'am?

I'm sorry, doctor. Excuse me.

Mrs. Harwood.

My husband died of the fever.

I've just finished nursing him.

I need rest.

You're a dedicated woman.

You're a missionary's widow

Oh, I know you need rest

But, before God, ma'am I'm telling you

This is neither the time nor the place to be

Thinking about yourself.

You're an atheist, doctor.

What do you know of God?

Doctor!

Where are the patients?

Part your lips.

How ill am I?

You'll soon be well.

Your hand feels so good.

So good.

Don't go.

Please, don't go. Please.

I have to. There are others.

No. No. We must hurry, please.

We must keep moving.

They'll never find you in London...

That's all right. Yes.

Everything will be all right.

Promise you'll take care of me.

Yes. I promise.

I promise.

Now, go to sleep.

There's nothing to worry about.

Nothing to worry about.

Nothing to worry about.

Good morning.

Don't move, please.

I should like to paint you

Just like that.

Staring at England.

Oh, Mr. Bellis.

How, uh, how do you feel?

Weak as a rat.

Grateful.

Eternally grateful to you.

I owe you my life.

Oh no. Dr. Krylie...

Dr. Krylie has many gifts.

But he doesn't have your hands.

I know I must have talked

incessantly during my delirium.

I hope I said nothing foolish.

Nothing, uh...

Nothing.

Thank you.

One never knows.

You glad to be home?

Yes.

You have friends, relatives, to meet you.

No. We were many years in Jamaica.

My husband and I.

It was quite impossible. To keep in touch.

Oh, then, forgive me but uh,

where will you go?

To minton street.

Minton street?

It's in Kensington,

just off the high street.

I have a small property there.

My late husband left it to me.

Property?

How fortunate.

No, nothing imposing, of course.

It's quite small, really.

Really pays more, i think.

Dear, Mr. Bellis.

Yes.

May I lean against your shoulder?

Of course.

You sit here. I'll get some cream.

No. No thank you. I feel much better.

Goodbye, Mrs. Harwood.

But, Mr. Bellis.

I can never forget your kindness.

Perhaps, we shall run into each other again.

I do hope so.

Goodbye, and thank you a thousand times.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Harwood.

How fortunate to find you at home.

May I come in?

Yes. Yes do.

How'd you find me?

You told me the street.

And an obliging green

grocer gave me the number.

You must forgive my appearance

I was not expecting visitors.

I'm intruding I know,

But I'm afraid I must ask

for your assistance again.

Oh, what is it?

Mrs. Harwood I'm homeless.

Homeless?

Quite.

But surely, there are many hotels.

For those with money, yes.

I have very little.

I paint, you know.

I hardly know what to say.

It shouldn't be difficult

to find something suitable.

I'm afraid you misunderstand me.

I was hoping to stay here.

Oh, that would be out of the question.

You have a vacancy sign in your window.

Yes, I know, but you see I'm a widow

And you're...

I'm going to put my neuralgia

to bed, Mrs. Harwood.

And I must say,

I should appreciate absolute quiet.

My lodger. Miss. Shoebridge.

She teaches piano at the high school.

Only to the girls, of course.

A perfect chaperone.

That is, of course, only if you find

the idea of my presence distasteful.

Oh, no. Quite the contrary.

Then may I see the room?

I, I doubt if it will be what you want.

You see. It's really most ordinary.

I like it for that.

Isn't that a beech?

And an elm?

We've crocuses in the back garden.

And daffodils.

Really?

No acacia or pimento or mango?

Why did you say that?

Jamaica.

You're homesick.

No! Mrs. Harwood.

I hated the islands.

I loathed the exile.

I longed for England.

With a desperation you can never know.

Oh yes I can.

I hated Jamaica, too.

I thought

If I didn't come back, I should die.

And yet I don't know.

London isn't home.

Like really.

You're right.

It's changed.

Or we have.

Yes.

We are alike, aren't we?

Our own special kind of loneliness.

Goodbye, Mrs. Harwood. I'm sorry to have

taken up so much of you time.

You... you don't like the room?

Oh, enormously!

It's 12 shillings a week. Bed and breakfast.

I should like to make

all arrangements in advance.

Oh, that isn't necessary.

Oh, please.

Here's a token of good faith.

I'm sure it'll be a very happy association.

We have so much in common.

Yes.

Oh, don't come down. I'll let myself out.

Goodbye.

Dee dum ta tum tum

Dee da de tem sit still!

Now Verggie, while mommy combs you.

That's a good girl.

Hold still, now!

Mark!

All right. All right.

You were so long, I was worried.

Are you in trouble?

How long have they been there?

I don't know.

Yet I don't like this.

I'm afraid for you.

For yourself, you mean.

For us both! Ken.

My name is Mark, not Ken.

How many times must I tell you?

Oh, Mark's so common.

You might use a little bit more imagination.

Monty's nice.

Or Albert.

Why don't you call yourself Albert?

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