A Matter of Life and Death Page #3

(dog barks)

Good morning.

Morning.

Where do I go from here?

- Huh?!|- I'm new, I only just arrived.

- Where do I report?|- You mean the aerodrome?

Aerodrome?

Where am I? This place, what's it called?

- The Burrows.|- Where?

- Lee Wood.|- Lee Wood?

- Yeah.|- Do you know Lee Wood House?

That's it - where the smoke is,|behind those trees.

- Is that the quickest way?|- There's a track. See that bike?

- Who is it?|- Dunno. One of the Yank girls.

They live up at the house.

Here, Jock! (whistles)

Hi!

Hello.

Hello yourself. What's wrong?

You're June.

You're Peter!

How did you get here?

I'm glad you're safe.|What did you do? What happened?

- I just don't know.|- Are you hurt?

My head feels a bit queer.

There's a little cut in your hair.|It's nothing much.

Oh, Peter, it was a cruel joke.

If it was, it was on me.

I've been crying|ever since we said goodbye.

- Don't cry, darling.|- Oh, Peter, darling.

(Recorder) 91,716 invoiced.

91,715 checked in.

- Conductor 71.|- It could've 'appened to anybody.

How did it happen?

Everything was calculated|but for the accursed fog!

The pilot jumped,|he got lost in the fog, I missed him.

Flying Officer Trubshaw.

You've been waiting all day for your pilot.

Yes, ma'am. Over the Channel,|there was a ruddy peasouper!

Ah-ha!

Oh, excuse the language, ma'am.

It was so thick, you could've stepped|out of the kite and walked on it!

- Sacr brouillard!|- And he, the skipper,...

.. ordered everybody|to bail out over the coast.

He knew his brolly... chute...|had been written off.

It was hit as he was bandaging me.

But he didn't tell the others.

I only knew because I'd bought it by then.

I mean, I was... dead.

I understand.

I knew he'd be clocking in here.

I thought I'd stooge around and|wait for him. Er, this young lady...

.. is not to blame at all.

- I'm sorry if I broke the rules.|- Thank you.

19 hours and 50 minutes have elapsed.

Don't you know that any slip|must be reported immediately?

- I lost my head.|- Not long in the service.

I joined in the so-called|Second Germinal...

.. of the so-called|glorious French Revolution.

I see. Natural death.

I lost my head.

The case is not so simple.

- Non?|- No.

He's fallen in love.

Ahhhh!

Oh.

- It complicates things.|- True.

- You must do your best.|- Oui, madame.

- Proceed to Earth immediately.|- Oui.

You'll explain your grave error to Carter...

- .. and ask him to follow you.|- Oui, madame.

Wait!

Your captain is not|an unreasonable man, I hope.

The skipper? Oh, no, ma'am...|unless he's had a few!

Er... pardon? 'Ad a few?

- Beers.|- Oh, la bire!

Scotch being hard to come by, you know.

- Naturellement!|- By the way,...

.. would you give Peter a message for me?

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