Ladies in Lavender

Ursula Widdington:
[Referring to the whole fish that Janet has cooked] Don't you think they look a bit sad?

Janet Widdington:
Not at all

Ursula Widdington:
We're learning English.

Janet Widdington:
He may be, Ursula. You are making holes in the furniture.

Ursula Widdington:
Stupid, stupid.

Olga Daniloff:
I think you should go now.

Ursula Widdington:
[to Andrea] Are you feeling better? Are you hungry?

[she gestures to show eating]

Janet Widdington:
Oh, stop it, Ursula, you look like a cannibal.

Andrea Marowski:
[Andrea is about to leave, turns to Ursula] I walk.

Ursula Widdington:
Oh, good. Um... we have chicken for supper.

[Andrea looks at her, not understanding]

Ursula Widdington:
Um, um...

[she picks up Janet's German-English dictionary, but stops before opening it]

Ursula Widdington:
Oh! Uh, Hundchen zum Abendessen. [subtitles: Puppydog for supper]

Andrea Marowski:
[he laughs] Hundchen?

Ursula Widdington:
Hundchen, ja.

Andrea Marowski:
Das ist gut. Wiedersehen. [subtitles: That's good. Goodbye]

Ursula Widdington:
I'll see you later.

[Ursula looks out the window, waiting for Andrea to return]

Janet Widdington:
He won't be here any sooner.

Ursula Widdington:
No, I know, I just... I told him we were having chicken.

Janet Widdington:
I think we should eat.

Ursula Widdington:
No, let's wait. He's sure to be here soon.

[they have finished dinner, still waiting for Andrea to return]

Janet Widdington:
I'm going to phone Pendered.

Ursula Widdington:
All right.

Janet Widdington:
[Janet goes to the phone] Trevannic 412, please, Mrs. Pengelley... Hello? Mr. Pendered?... Yeah, it's - it's Janet Widdington... Yeah, well - hello... Yes, we're rather worried about Andrea. We were expecting him for supper. And we...

[her face falls as she listens]

Janet Widdington:
Oh, I - oh, I see... No, no - we didn't know... Yes... Well, thank you. [she hangs up]

Ursula Widdington:
Janet, what's happened?

Janet Widdington:
They've gone.

Ursula Widdington:
What do you mean?

Janet Widdington:
I mean, Andrea's gone. With that woman.

Ursula Widdington:
I don't understand.

Janet Widdington:
Andrea and the Danilof woman were seen getting on the train to London.

Ursula Widdington:
[Ursula begins to cry] Oh, Jan- Oh, Janet! No. Oh, Janet. No, oh no!

Janet Widdington:
Don't, Ursula.

Ursula Widdington:
Oh no...

Janet Widdington:
Ursula.

Ursula Widdington:
[Ursula sobs harder, her face in her hands] Janet!

Janet Widdington:
Oh don't! [she hugs Ursula, who clings to her and cries harder]

Ursula Widdington:
Janet, Janet!

Janet Widdington:
Don't. You mustn't, Ursula. No, you mustn't. Please!

[Dorcas stuffs a chicken while Janet listens to the radio in the next room and Andrea practices upstairs. Janet turns off the radio and comes into the kitchen]

Janet Widdington:
Doesn't sound good. I can't listen anymore.

Dorcas:
Don't know how you can stand it. Sounds like a strangled cat.

Janet Widdington:
I meant the news!

Dorcas:
Oh, right.

Janet Widdington:
Do we have any parsnips?

Dorcas:
Bit early for parsnips. Plenty of spuds, though.

Janet Widdington:
Well, we shall have to have extra spuds. Potatoes.

[Ursula sits by Andrea's bed, watching him sleep. Dorcas bursts in]

Dorcas:
Tea.

Ursula Widdington:
Shhh!

Dorcas:
[she glances at Andrea, then says just as loudly,] Do you want tea?

Ursula Widdington:
[whispering] Shh! You'll wake him up! I think I'll wait until Janet gets up from her nap.

Dorcas:
Well, she's up.

Ursula Widdington:
[still whispering] Is she? She hasn't been long. All right, I'll be down directly.

[she turns back to Andrea]

Dorcas:
He isn't gonna run off.

[Ursula shoots her a look. Dorcas slams the door as she leaves, waking Andrea]

[Mr. Penruddocke arrives to play his violin for Andrea]

Dorcas:
Wipe your feet.

[he does]

Dorcas:
All right.

[she motions him inside]

Dorcas:
Just a minute, lift them up.

[he lifts one and shows her the bottom of his shoe]

Dorcas:
And the other one.

[he lifts the other]

Dorcas:
All right.

[Dorcas comes into Andrea's room, carrying a sack of potatoes and two buckets]

Dorcas:
I got a job for you...

[They sit, peeling the potatoes]

Dorcas:
[indicating the two buckets] You put the peel in here, and the spuds in here. You have done this before, haven't you?

[Andrea looks bored. He purposely throws a peel into the spud bucket]

Dorcas:
No!

[She fishes the peel out]

Dorcas:
You put the peel in *here* and the *spuds* in here!

Andrea Marowski:
"Spuds"?

Dorcas:
Yes. Proper name's "potato," but we calls them "spuds".

[She holds up the potato she's been peeling]

Dorcas:
Potato. Potato!

Andrea Marowski:
Ah, "ziemniak".

Dorcas:
What?

Andrea Marowski:
[forcefully] "Ziemniak"!

Dorcas:
Right.

Andrea Marowski:
[speaks in Polish, subtitled] You look like a potato.

Dorcas:
What?

Andrea Marowski:
[speaks in Polish, subtitled] Actually, you look like a sack of potatoes.

Dorcas:
It's no good, I can't understand a word you's saying.

[He shows her his potato, into which he has cut two eyes and a mouth]

Dorcas:
And don't get artistic, just *peel* the blooming thing.