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I may not take off at all.

Oh, thank goodness that's over.

- Good night!

- Good night!

- How do you think it went?

- Fine.

Except when I made a fool of

myself just now. - Oh, nonsense.

His fault was for asking those

stupid questions.

Oh, you can't blame him darling.

It was just bad luck.

- How could he know?

- Know what?

That you can't always remember the things

that happened to you before the war.

What should I have done?

Tell the hell country in general

that the war changed my life?

Except for the memory.

It hasn't changed that much, has it?

Hasn't it?

I don't know.

I was only 26 and I hadn't had a gray hair

on my head.

And now you are an old, old man.

Settled with a possessive wife.

Now that part I rather like.

Darling. Shall we go up?

Ahh, no. Not just yet.

I feel a little restless.

You go up.

I'll join you presently.

All right darling.

- Good night!

- Good night!

I thought you did very well.

Get out! Get out! Get away!

I'm sorry.

- I'm terribly, terribly sorry.

- Oh, darling, darling.

I had to come down. I heard you playing

that same tune again.

Yes, I know you did.

Let me help you. Tell me.

It came from nowhere.

I wasn't even thinking about it.

It suddenly started.

It went on and on and on,

beating in my brain.

And always always stopping

at the same place.

Why does it always do that? Why?

Yes, but this time there

was something more,

wasn't it?

Yes, there was something more.

Standing there I saw a reflection,

behind me in the looking glass.

And then the music stopped.

And I knew then at that moment...

that those two things were

part of my nightmare.

The tune and the reflection.

And for one second...

I knew quite clearly

what that reflection was.

Darling, it was me.

No.

It wasn't you.

- It wasn't you.

- Who then?

I don't know.

Something I've forgotten.

Oh, darling I can't help you.

I can't help you!

And I want so much to.

I love you so.

Whatever happens...

or whatever I do...

you'll never leave me, will you?

Never.

Because I need you.

I need you.

Ingworth, In Norfolk, England.

Welcome to Ingworth House.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Ingworth is hardly altered at all

since the first day it's stood here

in the valley,

before the Spanish armada sailed.

This way ladies and gentlemen...

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

if you all have the seen the dining room

I'd like to take you to the next item

of interest, which is the long gallery.

But first of all, may I draw your

attention on this magnificent staircase,

which is of course part of

the original building.

Well now I'll take you upstairs

to the long gallery.

This way ladies and

gentlemen, please.

Both sides up it all goes the same way.

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