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Officer, I killed those people last night.
You did, did you?
All right, you two, move along.
Hey, you asshole! I want you to arrest me!
There's no call for that kind of language.
Queen Elizabeth is a man! Prince Charles is a faggot! Winston Churchill was full of shit!
Now see here young man.
Shakespeare was French! The Queen Mother sucks cocks in hell! Shit! Fuck! Piss!
Who is this girl?
You're going to have to stop this disturbance or I shall arrest you.
That's what I want you to do, you moron!
Miss Price.
Yes, Mrs. Hobbs.
Take these round now, will you please? The American boy in twentyone is only to have these after he's eaten. Will you be sure of that?
Has he been refusing food?
Nothing quite as dramatic as that, Miss Price. He just doesn't eat enough of what is put before him. He suffers from nightmares. I'd think he just needs a hand to hold.
Yes, Mrs. Hobbs.
He all right?
Yes, I should think. He called out just now.
He's an American, you know. Dr. Hirsch is going to fetch round one of those Embassy fellows to see him.
Chart says he's from New York.
I think he's a Jew.
Why on earth do you say that?
I looked.
Really, Susan, I don't think that was very proper, and besides, it's common practice now.
Hello, Benjamin.
No.
No what?
No.
Well, all right then, be that way. Here, swallow this.
No.
Feeling better?
No.
The doctor will be round later. Would you like a picture book to look at? We have some lovely funny Beanos.
No.
Right.
How are we feeling tonight?
No.
No what?
No!
Benjamin, have you ever been severely beaten about the face and neck?
No.
I thought not.
It wasn't a lunatic.
I beg your pardon?
It was a wolf.
What?
A wolf.
Mr. Kessler?
Yes?
You haven't eaten your lunch.
I'm not very hungry, thank you.
I'm afraid you have to eat something.
Please, really. I'm not hungry.
You put me in an awkward position, Mr. Kessler.
How is that?
Well, you're to take these after you've eaten. Now what kind of nurse would I be if I failed in so simple a task as giving out some pills?
Leave the pills. I'll take them later.
Sorry.
Aw come on, Miss Price!
Call me Alex.
Aw come on, Alex!
Shall I be forced to feed you, Mr. Kessler?
Call me David.
Shall I be forced to feed you, David?
This is absurd. I'm not hungry. I don't want any food.
Right.
Let's try a little harder, shall we?
Will you give me a break?
You're a very beautiful girl.
I thought you were asleep.
I was. What are you reading?
'A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court' by Mark Twain.
Do you like it?
I've just started it. My friend gave it to me.
What do you dream about?
I dream of death mostly.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you.
It's okay. I want to talk to you.
How old are you?
That's not really a very proper question.
How old are you?
Twentyeight.
I'm twentyseven.
I know.
Now what do you want to talk about?
Was Jack Goodman your good friend?
My best friend. My very best friend.
Shall I read to you?
What? Oh, yes, please.
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Samuel L. Clemens. This is after the preface but before chapter one: A Word of Explanation. You all right?
Yes, go on.
Ahem, A Word of Explanation. It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about. He attracted me by three things: his candid simplicity, his marvelous familiarity with ancient armor, and the restfulness of his company for he did all the talking. We fell together as modest people will in the tail of the herd...
Hello. You all right?
I'm sorry I woke you up.
Don't be silly. Can I get you something?
No, thank you. Just keep me company for a while.
That's easy enough.
I keep having these really terrible dreams. They are getting worse and I can't seem to stop them.
David, your dreams will stop. You'll leave England and your bad memories; and then this will all fade away.