Never Let Me Go

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My name is Kathy H.

I'm 28 years old.

I've been a carer

for nine years.

And I'm good at my job.

My patients

always do better

than expected

and are hardly

ever classified

as agitated,

even if they're

about to make a donation.

I'm not trying to boast,

but I feel a great sense

of pride in what we do.

Carers and donors

have achieved so much.

That said,

we aren't machines.

In the end,

it wears you down.

I suppose that's why

I now spend most of my time

not looking forwards

but looking back,

to The Cottages and Hailsham,

and what happened to us there.

Me,

Tommy,

and Ruth.

When we are scattered

afar and asunder

Parted are those

who are singing today

When we look back

and forgetfully wonder

What we were like

in our learning and play

Oh, the great days

will bring distance enchanted

Days of fresh air

in the rain

and the sun

How we rejoiced

as we struggled

and panted

Echoes of dreamland,

Hailsham lives on

Good morning, students.

Good morning,

Miss Emily.

It has come to my attention

that three burned cigarettes

were discovered,

hidden behind a pot

in the flower garden.

I know that on occasion

students have seen

some of the caretakers

and deliverymen

smoking cigarettes,

but I must emphasize,

once again,

that it is much, much worse

for a student of Hailsham

to smoke cigarettes

than anyone else.

Students of Hailsham

are special.

Keeping yourselves well,

keeping yourselves

healthy inside,

is of paramount importance.

Have I made myself clear?

Yes, Miss Emily.

I think, one day,

I'd like five horses.

I don't know all their

names, but I know

I'd like five horses.

The best

would be Thunder.

He'd be dangerous to ride,

so you can't ride him.

You can ride

Bramble.

Just so long as you don't

use your crop on him.

That's pretty.

You have it.

Look. Who's that

with Miss Emily?

Do you think

it's the new guardian?

Miss Lucy.

I think it must be.

We haven't had

a new guardian for ages.

Arthur! Arthur!

Catch it, Tommy.

Why didn't Tommy

get the ball?

Excuse me, Miss Lucy?

Why didn't Tommy

get the ball?

When it bounced

over the fence,

it couldn't have

been far from him.

The fence is the boundary

of the Hailsham grounds.

We don't go outside

the boundary, Miss Lucy.

It's too dangerous.

Dangerous?

There was once

a boy who had a big row

with all his friends

and then ran off

beyond the boundary.

They found him,

two days later, in the woods.

Tied to a tree.

With his hands

and feet cut off.

Dead.

And there was the girl

who climbed over the fence,

by the front gate.

And when she tried

to get back,

she wasn't allowed.

And then she starved.

Out there.

Right by the gates.

Who told you

these stories?

Everybody knows them.

And how do you know

they're true?

Of course

they're true.

Who'd make up stories

as horrible as that?

Tommy, what are you doing?

What is it, exactly?

I think it must be a dog.

Is it a dog, Tommy?

It can't be a dog.

lts eyes are too small.

I think it must be

a kind of rat.

Yes, that's it.

Tommy's drawn a rat.

It's not finished yet.

That's right.

You haven't finished

the whiskers.

Do you think Tommy's rat

will be selected

for The Gallery?

It's not a rat.

It's an elephant.

Children,

back to work.

He's got his shirt on.

His favorite polo shirt.

He really doesn't

suspect a thing.

Looks like no one

wants you, Tommy.

What's he doing?

It's his own fault.

If he learnt to keep his cool,

they'd leave him alone.

I hate you!

I hate you all!

Kath... No, don't!

You shouldn't have...

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