A Matter of Life and Death Page #5

- Be reasonable! Appeal to whom?|- You find out.

- It has never been done!|- Is that any reason why it can't be done?

You are determined|to get me into... the salad.

What about the salad you got me into?

Now, look here, you don't want me|to use force, do you?

Oh, well, you can always try.

- I think I leave you for a little.|- That's the form.

- I shall report for instructions.|- Now you're talking!

And... do not fall any deeper in love now.

You have been warned.

She is...

.. charming.

You know, I think you're not a bad chap.

Do you play chess?

Yes.

So do I.

We could play every day.

Some other time.

Next time, perhaps?

Au revoir, mon ami.

No, thank you, darling.

"No, thank you" what?

You just asked me to have a drink.

Did I?

Yes, I remember I did.

- What's the matter with me?|- What is it? Is it your head again?

Might be, yes.

An odd thing happened|while you were asleep.

I haven't been asleep.

Didn't you hear us talking?

No.

Who was there to talk to?

- They sent somebody.|- They? Who are they?

I don't know.

June, do I look cracked?

Not to me, darling. Are you?

There was a ten-tenths' fog last night.

- That's right, isn't it?|- You know there was.

- I did bail out without a parachute.|- That's your story.

- So how can I be alive?|- I give up.

- I don't know and I don't care.|- My parachute was shot up.

When I came to, I had none.|Anyway, why wasn't I drowned?

No need to prove to me|you ought to be dead.

I ought to be according to this character.

This conductor they sent after me|said he missed me in the fog.

Bad luck for them, good luck for me.

I said I'd appeal.|He's gone to get instructions.

It's not my fault I'm not dead!

It's not my fault I found you|and fell in love with you.

Maybe he wasn't here at all!

Hey, you, Frenchman!

Where are you?!

- What is it?|- Ohh, I've got an awful headache.

June?

June, you're there, aren't you?

Yes, Peter, of course I'm here.

I... thought I'd lost you.

(phone rings)

Dr Reeves's residence.

Oh, good morning, Miss June.

Yes, isn't it? The doctor's up in his thing -|his camera obscura.

He's got his new lens from the shop|today. It makes a lovely picture.

He's taken the big white garden table|to project on.

He'll be glad you're coming over.|He's showing it to the dogs.

(Dr Reeves) Ah, nice day.

Hmm, Mrs Bedwell's ducks out too early.

She'll lose all the eggs if she's not careful.

Ahh, the start of the cycling season.|There's a hefty young girl.

Time Mrs Tucker went to get our rations.|There she is.

Ooh, the Vicar and his sister -|not coming here, I hope. No. Good.

Quite a queue at the butcher's.|Must have some offal.

Wonderful how the kids love playing|in the splash. The same in my day.

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