Brief Encounter Page #5
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- 1945
- 86 min
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- Fond of animals?
- In their place.
My landlady's got
She's got two cats...
one Manx, one ordinary...
three rabbits in a hutch
in the kitchen... they belong
to her little boy by rights...
and one of those dark-looking dogs
with hair over its eyes.
I don't know
to what breed you refer.
I don't think it knows itself.
- Go and clean off number three,
I can see crumbs from here.
I'll have to be moving.
The 5:
40 will be in in a minute.- Who's on the gate?
- Young William.
Please, a glass of water.
I've got something in my eye,
and I want to bathe it.
- Would you like me to look?
- Oh, no, don't trouble.
- Thank you.
- Bit of coal dust, I expect.
A man I knew lost the sight in one eye
through getting a bit of grit in it.
- Nasty, very nasty.
- Better?
- I'm afraid not. Ooh.
- Can I help you?
Oh, no, please,
it's only something in my eye.
- Try pulling your eyelid down
as far as it'll go.
- And then blowing your nose.
- Please let me look.
I happen to be a doctor.
- It's very kind of you.
Turn around
to the light, please.
Now look up.
Now look down.
Keep still. I see it.
- There.
- Oh, what a relief. It was agonizing.
- It looks like a bit of grit.
- The express went through.
Thank you very much, indeed.
- There we go. I must run.
- How lucky for me
you happened to be here.
- Anybody could've done it.
- Never mind, you did,
and I'm most grateful.
- There's my train. I must go. Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
That's how it all began...
just through me getting
a little piece of grit in my eye.
I completely forgot the whole incident.
It didn't mean anything to me at all...
at least
I didn't think it did.
The next Thursday I went
into Milford again, as usual.
I changed my book at Boots.
Miss Lewis had at last managed
to get the new Kate O'Brien for me.
I believe she'd kept it hidden
under the counter for two days.
On the way out, I bought
two new toothbrushes for the children.
I like the smell of a chemist's
better than any other shop.
It's such a mixture of nice things...
herbs and scent and soap.
That awful Mrs. Leftwich
was at the other end of the counter...
wearing one of the silliest hats
I've ever seen.
Wearing one of the silliest hats
I've ever seen.
Fortunately, she didn't look up, so
I got out without her buttonholing me.
Just as I stepped out
onto the pavement...
- Good morning. How's the eye?
- Oh, Good morning.
Perfectly all right. How kind it was
of you to take so much trouble.
- It was nothing at all.
It's clearing up I think.
- Yes, it's going to be nice.
- Well, I must be getting along
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