[waves break gently]
[birds chirp]
[man sings drunkenly in French]
[singing gets louder]
[man] Shh! For God's sake, Eben! Keep it down!
[Eben] Sweetest pork I ever tasted, Dawsey.
Succulent. And, Isola...
your gin...
[Isola] He'll get us all arrested!
[singing continues]
-[Dawsey] Eben! -Shh!
-[Dawsey] You two go on. -[laughter]
-I'll take him back over the fields. -Sod 'em!
This is our island, our home, not theirs. Those square-headed buggers can shove--
[man] Stop!
-Halt! Stand back! -Papers!
-[Elizabeth] Of course, captain. -[shouting in German]
[Isola whimpers]
[dog barking]
-The pig was beautiful, Dawsey. -Ssh!
-That bloody pie, though... -You're breaking curfew.
What is the purpose of your assembly?
-[Dawsey] We were just-- -Reading.
We have a book club, you see.
You know, the authorities are trying to encourage cultural association
-as part of your model occupation. -Yes, yes. Book lovers, that's us.
[officer] What is the name of your club?
-The Guernsey Literary and-- -Bloody potato peel pie!
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie--
Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.
Yes. Should be on the list.
Guernsey Literary...
You're not confiscating potato peelings yet, are you?
[speaks German]
This is an illegal assembly. You will come with us. All of you!
[exclaims in German]
You all right, Eben?
Shall I help put him into your car?
You will register this group...
[shouting] ...first thing in the morning!
[dog barking]
Thank you.
[typewriter keys clack]
[carriage return bell]
[clock chimes]
[clamor of voices]
Oh, so The Times have been on to me.
Fresh paint!
When was the last time you saw that?
Oh!
One might almost believe the war is really over.
Yes, they want you to do an article.
About reading.
Oh, no. Sidney, no. I don't think I'm much up for any more of Izzy.
Actually, they want Juliet Ashton.
It's your own voice this time. I've said yes.
Oh! Have you?
Well, you might have said no, and I make better decisions.
So your book tour starts Monday week, Bath to Yorkshire.
The Times will fill the gap nicely.
There we are.
-[bell dings] -Oh, speaking of which, here we are.
Our stop.
-[applause] -[Juliet] Thank you.
-[woman] Miss Ashton? -Yes?
Have you always wanted to be a writer?
Always. Yes.
It's the perfect job.
Sitting indoors, and always near a teapot.
[laughter]
It has its ups and downs.
My first book, A Critical Biography of Anne Brontë, sold only...
How many copies, Sidney?
My publisher, Mr. Sidney Stark.
Twenty-eight copies.
Worldwide.
[audience murmurs]
Why Izzy Bickerstaff? Why not write under your own name?
Well, I'm not sure which came to me first,
Izzy's name or his voice.
In either case, they both seemed to suit the tone of the task,
much better than my own.
[woman] Are you working on a new book?
I'm not sure I'd call Izzy a book,
as much as a collection of faintly amusing essays.
[Sidney clears his throat]
Yes, I am.
English Foibles, a miscellany of English absurdity.
For example, there's a London Society for Public Decency...
which advocates trousers for horses.
[laughter]
Ah! A pleasure to meet you, Miss Ashton. A delight.
I'm such a huge fan.
Oh! Thank you.
Poor old Izzy, eh? Had no use for a war, did he?
Only wanted to be left alone with his pint.
Here we are.
Quite frankly, Izzy Bickerstaff's why you get first dibs here, Miss Ashton.
But you mustn't dally. No.
It's sure to go in a flash!
[gasps]
Father's paperweight!
[Sidney] Juliet? Juliet?
Where are you? Come back from the edge! No!
It's all right.
[Mr. Gilbert] Pure crystal.
Oh, yes, yes. It's very nice.
Do you...
see the crystal, Juliet?
Lovely.
Wonderful view of Kensington Gardens.
Albert Hall, around the corner.
It's a steal at this price.
It is beautiful.
I knew you'd love it. I'm terribly sorry.
At long last, you can afford something smart. Rejoice!
I feel a complete fraud here.
Juliet, you really do need something better than a poky bedsit in Battersea
with three suitcases and a typewriter.
-I realize. -Oh, I see.
Poor thing, you feel you haven't suffered enough.
Oh, I expect not.
Well, far be it for me to...
relieve you of your solemn duties, but I'll tell you what.
We will buy new flats for everyone else in London who was bombed out,
just as soon as Izzy hits number one. Will that make it better?
It is a strong start.
[Sidney] This could be a proper home.
It is a proper home, Sidney.
It's just not mine.
[big band music playing]
-Excuse me. -Come on! Don't be shy!
Coming through!
[chatter]
Well, you'll need an enormous window to put your desk in front of.
'Cause you don't get enough sun as it is. Waiter, I'll keep the bottle.
A fireplace to keep you warm...
when you're not with me.
Markham Reynolds, diplomat and clairvoyant!
-You're a wonder! -At your service.
Right?
But what good is a window,
if I haven't given you a view?
Watch this.
[laughing]
Mr. Reynolds!
I've asked you to stop.
Oh, God, you've been caught.
Yet still you persist. Look at this.
Do you imagine I've got a storeroom just brimming with vases
-for my tenants to use? -I apologize again, Mrs. Burns.
Times are tough.
Florists, they need the work.
Flowers.
I hope she knows what a lucky girl she is.
-Come on! -Goodbye, Mrs. Burns.
-Good night. -Good night.
-Your mail. -Ah!
-Thank you. -And your flowers.
Oh! Oh, please, keep the flowers for yourself, Mrs. Burns, won't you?
Oh! Thank you!
No more typing now, Miss Ashton. It's well after ten.
OK.
The sound of that clatter, worse than gunfire.
Forwarded from Oakley Street.
"Dear Miss Ashton, my name is Dawsey Adams. I live on my farm on the Island of Guernsey."
Guernsey?
"I know of you because I have an old book,
The Selected Essays of Elia, by Charles Lamb,
that has your name and address written inside."
[Dawsey] I've read it many times.
There wasn't much else to do here during the occupation,
and Charles Lamb made me laugh.
"Especially when he wrote about the roast pig."
I am part of a book club, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society,
that we actually formed because we had to keep a roast pig secret from the Germans.
So, I like Charles Lamb. Which is why I'm writing to you.
The Germans are gone now,
but there are no bookshops left on Guernsey.
I am looking for a copy of Charles Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare,
which I understand he wrote for children.
Could you send me the address of a bookshop in London?
I hope not to trouble you.
Dawsey Adams.
Dear Mr. Adams,
I am so pleased your letter found me and that my book found you.
It was a sad wrench to part from Mr. Lamb, but I was rather low on funds at the time.
Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instincts in books
that brings them to their perfect readers.
How delightful if that were true.
-Here you are. -I'll take it.
[cash register rings]
I have located Lamb's Shakespeare, and I'm happy to present it to you,
in exchange for the answers to three questions.
Why did a roast pig have to be kept a secret?
How could a pig cause you to begin a literary society?
And, most pressing of all,
what is a potato peel pie?
♪ They lift me high above the moonlit skies ♪
♪ Then I tumble out of paradise ♪
♪ Oh, darn that dream ♪
♪ Darn that one-track mind of mine ♪
♪ It can't understand that you don't care ♪
♪ Just to change the mood I'm in... ♪
Excuse me.
Wow! Welcome.
♪ But it haunts me and it won't come true ♪
♪ Oh, darn that dream! ♪
[laughter]
[chatter]
[sighs]
That dress is too lovely to have a cloud parked on your forehead.
[laughter]
[animated conversations]
Do you ever feel like we've emerged from a long, black tunnel into a carnival?
Do you not like carnivals?
After a long, black tunnel, a carnival's wonderful!
Let's dance.
You know, I've been giving some more thought to your view.
Sidney's lined up some more flats for me to see.
-It's just making the time. -It's occurred to me...
there's apartments on Fifth Avenue. Look out over Central Park.
With views of the lake,
the entire reservoir.
There's even a little pond where kids sail model boats.
I've never been to New York.
It'll be really fun to show you my city.
Something worth thinking about.
[train whistle]
[bell clanging]
[hums a tune]
Oh!
[Dawsey] Dear Miss Ashton,
thank you for finding me a copy of Mr. Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare,
and even more for sending it as a gift.
I am happy to settle this debt by answering your questions.
[squealing]
[dog barking]
[men speaking German]
A roast pig had to be kept a secret,
because the Germans took all our animals away in 1940
to feed their soldiers on the continent.
This is my farm!
-Halt! -These are my pigs!
It was against the law to keep even one.
[speaking German]
Yes.
They ordered me to grow potatoes.
Food was already scarce by the first winter of the occupation.
A proper meal was had only in memory. Like our radios, which they had taken,
and the post, which they had suspended,
and the telegraph cables that they'd cut.
We lived our lives in isolation.
Then one day...
[Juliet] Butcher's knife?
[bird caws]
Mrs. Maugery.
How can I help?
See? I told you he'd come.
-[grunting] -[laughter]
Hey, old girl!
While Mrs. Maugery had hidden the pig away...
I hope you don't think less of me.
...the idea of roasting it and hosting a dinner
belonged to Elizabeth McKenna.
[appreciative murmur]
[sniffing deeply]
[Dawsey] We were all hungry,
but it was Elizabeth who realized our true starvation...
for connection,
the company of other people,
for fellowship.
-Amelia? -Oh!
-Thank you so much for having me. -Oh, it's a pleasure! Oh, my goodness!
[Dawsey] Miss Isola Pribby, another neighbor,
provided the gin, which she makes herself,
along with other herbal remedies and home cures.
That's all we've got tonight.
Oh!
[cork pops]
Miss Pribby. Thank you.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
[gasps]
[coughs]
[Elizabeth] May I take your coat?
Dawsey! Didn't know you'd be here!
-Evening, Eben. -Ah! Amelia...
[Dawsey] Eben Ramsey, our local postmaster, brought...
An entirely new creation.
A potato peel pie.
No butter, no flour.
Just potatoes...
and potato peelings.
-Oh! That sounds lovely! -[Isola] Wonderful.
Pat, Pat Murphy, was getting on a bit, and he sort of lost his spark.
[Dawsey] We all knew each other, of course, but not well.
It was Elizabeth we had in common. And, for a few hours,
she brought us together, helped us forget the occupation,
the Germans, war, everything we had lost, and to remember our humanity.
It was for her husband, and he was found
underneath his wife.
-[Amelia] Oh, no! -[Isola] Maybe he died of natural causes,
-but it was probably by tincture! -[Elizabeth] Really?
[joyful laughter]
-[officer] Stop! -[dog barking]
What is the name of your club?
After that, we had no choice
but to make the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society real.
[Elizabeth] It doesn't matter. Just take it.
Yes! Take that!
Whatever you can find.
And this is how I came to know Charles Lamb.
[Isola] Don't read it now!
-[man calls out in German] -[dog barking]
OK. Let's go, go, go, go!
[Dawsey] The last log.
-[Amelia] This one by Anthony Trollope. -[Eben] Trollope!
-Anyone interested? -Yeah.
-Well, let Dawsey... -I wouldn't want to read that.
-[Eben] Good old Mary Shelley. -Oh, here's one. Yeats, W.B. Yeats.
-W.B. Yeats. -Not for me.
-[snoring] -[Eben] Jane Austen knew
whereof she spoke, and she spoke most elegantly.
"Manners is what holds a society together."
That, and a reliable postal service.
[ripple of laughter]
"At bottom, propriety is concern for other people.
When that goes out the window,
the gates of hell are shortly opened,
and ignorance is king."
Shh!
[snoring]
The monitor never returned.
Our Friday night book club became a refuge to us.
A private freedom to feel the world growing darker all around you,
but need only a candle to see new worlds unfold.
That is what we found in our society.
[birds chirping]
But I don't need to tell you this.
You already know what books can do.
That's something we share...
different as our lives may be.
[clock chimes twice]
Dear Mr. Adams,
books have been a refuge for me too.
When I lost my parents, it was the world of books where I made my home.
They saved me. Absolutely.
I beg your forgiveness in advance in inviting myself,
but I must come and meet your society.
I so hope that you might allow me to sit in on your meeting
and to learn more of your story.
Let's lay the blame at Charles Lamb's feet in allowing me to think
I might be welcome at all.
Yours sincerely, Juliet Ashton.
P.S. While I am a reader first, I am also a writer.
I offer this as proof that I come to you in peace.
-Sidney! Sidney! -Just, just, just... Hold on one second.
Dickens, is that-- Mrs. B! Thank you.
Juliet, you cannot t go to a book club meeting on the Island of Guernsey.
It's a leap of faith they'll even let me in!
You're reading in Cambridge Friday.
But this society, they meet on a Friday. I can't wait.
I'll only be gone the weekend, back Monday.
-Edinburgh. -You're in Edinburgh Monday!
[telephone rings]
I honestly don't know why we provide you with an itinerary. I don't. I just don't.
Well, this is your fault! You said yes to The Times.
Excuse me, my fault?
Sidney, what books, what...
reading did for these people,
finally I'll have something serious to write.
Hmm.
This wouldn't be just to get out of reading Izzy in Cambridge, would it?
Oh!
You're not--
You're not running away?
Ha ha ha! You're too funny!
Well, I can't imagine Mark would let you get very far, anyway.
"Let me!"
[clamor of voices]
[seabirds caw]
[men call out]
[Mark] You have everything you need?
[Juliet] Um...
Yes, I do.
Say that again.
What? I have everything. Mark, it's the English Channel,
not the China Seas.
Say, "I do."
Or simply say "yes."
What?
Juliet...
let me give you your perfect home.
I already know mine's with you. Whether it's here, or New York, or...
the North Pole.
[laughs nervously]
I want to make that home together. Ours.
Say you'll marry me, Juliet.
[indulgent laughter]
[ship's horn blasts]
Yes!
I know we've only been together for six months, but they've been happy six--
Yes!
-Yes! -Yes?
[man] Congratulations!
[laughing]
[Juliet squeals]
Oh, my God!
[birds caw]
[horn blasts]
Morning.
I'll get another load.
[groans]
Excuse me.
I was looking for a place to stay.
Um...
Peter! Watch it!
Sorry.
Try at the post office. They should be able to help you out.
-Right. -Heads up!
[squeals]
Sorry below. [bell chimes]
Thank you. I think.
Thank you.
-Oh, hello. -[man] Who is it?
-It's a miss. -What's she want?
Have I had a chance to ask?
I was sent from the Crown Hotel.
Oh, they're closed. Roof's gone.
Yes, I know.
A man over there said that you might be able to help with a...
Does he come out from behind there?
Not a lot of options at the moment, places to stay.
Least of them is with Charlotte Stimple.
She lets rooms, sometimes.
Keeps a clean house.
Eli can take you up there, if you like.
Oh, I wouldn't want him to have to make a special trip.
-Well, he has mail to deliver anyway. -Ah.
Well, thank you, then...
Eben Ramsey.
Eben Ramsey!
The Eben Ramsey? Inventor of the potato peel pie?
But you're why I've come!
[Eli] Him?
You came for his pie?
No, I came for the meeting.
Of your society.
I've been corresponding with a friend of yours, Mr. Adams.
-The writer. You're the writer. -Yes.
Yes, I am. I'm Juliet Ashton.
You're beautiful.
Oh! Thank you!
Goodness! Eli, get the cart. He'll take you right up to Charlotte.
I'll call round, let everybody know you're here.
A real writer...
come to see us.
[Juliet laughs]
Five and six a night.
Wonderful.
In advance, if you don't mind.
Ah. Of course.
What brings you from London?
And the bathroom is... ?
Just down the hall.
-The towels are just-- -Oh, I see it.
-Thank you again. -Oh!
I need your ration coupons if you'd like milk with your tea.
Black tea's lovely. Thank you.
[footsteps recede]
[birds chirping]
[waves wash, seabirds caw]
-[man] Evening! -[woman] Evening.
[clucking]
-[squawk] -Oh! Oops! Hello.
[knock at door]
[clears throat] Mrs. Maugery?
-Good evening. I'm Jul-- -Miss Ashton.
Yes, we're expecting you.
Rather suddenly.
Oh. I know.
I do hope I'm not imposing.
Well, here you are.
Come in. Thank you.
-Miss Ashton? -Oh, Juliet. Please.
I'm afraid I've made a mistake in inviting--
No, no, no, no. No, we are thrilled to have you.
The last real-life author we had was Clara Saussey.
She read her cookbook to us back in '44.
Barely escaped with her life.
[laughter]
We were famished!
I'm Isola Pribby.
So happy to make your acquaintance.
I'm so happy to join you.
Has Mr. Adams arrived yet? -Dawsey. -I've yet to meet him.
[knock]
You've conjured him.
And your society's founder...
Your society's founder, Elizabeth McKenna?
I'm so looking forward to meeting her.
You won't be meeting her.
Oh.
She's off-island at present.
[Eben] Fair Juliet?
-Ah! -We meet again.
Eben.
So who's presenting tonight?
-Well, you are, of course. -Me?
Yes, we were hoping you'd read at least the first chapter for us.
None of us having had a chance yet to read it for ourselves.
-But we can't start without-- -Dawsey!
Hello.
-Dawsey Adams. -Juliet Ashton.
You two have met.
In a way, yes. Earlier.
Nearly killed her on the steps of the Crown today.
Oh. Oh, I was thinking in a past life.
But this afternoon does make sense.
Thank you again for the books.
Thank you.
Miss Ashton was just getting ready to read to us from her book.
[Eben] Yes, well, let's have a crack at her then, shall we?
Fair Juliet?
Here? Best of luck.
See you on the other side.
-Right. -The presenter usually stands.
Oh.
[clears throat]
Begin.
[clock ticking]
Anne Brontë.
A Life...
You think Anne Brontë is better than Charlotte or Emily?
I do not!
-The Tenant of Wildfell Hall... -Yes.
...a more important book than Wuthering Heights?
-No, no! -The very idea!
-No. Not better. -[Amelia] I agree with you.
I'm saying that Anne is more modern than Emily.
Particularly with respect to the status of women.
More so than Charlotte Brontë, when she wrote Jane Eyre?
Very doubtful. Doubtful, doubtful, doubtful.
"Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little,
that I am soulless and heartless?
You think wrong! I have as much soul as you! And full as much heart!"
Oh! You did that beautifully!
I do love Jane Eyre!
Jane Eyre? Is that--
As do I! And while Jane's assertion, "I have as much soul as you,"
was remarkable, directed to a gentleman,
it only begins to get at the idea of equality between them.
In Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë laid bare the essential imbalance of power
between men and women in the suffocating hierarchical structure
of Victorian marriage.
She challenged the conventional thinking of an entire society!
-And changed people's minds! -[bell rings]
[Dawsey] Well done!
Oh, I had no idea! Anne Brontë, she did quite a bit, didn't she?
Well done, Miss Ashton. You kept going against all the arguments!
But I'm afraid
you've yet to have the full experience.
Oh, I find that difficult to believe.
That's the second attack you've survived today. It was good.
An authentic potato peel pie!
Original recipe.
No butter, no flour, no...
Well, it's potatoes.
-And potato peelings. -[laughs]
You'll want this gin quick after.
Give a little taste, here.
-Is this safe? -It's just potatoes.
Oh! Um...
-[retches] -[Isola] Quick. Here.
It's the worst!
[laughter]
-It's just... it's awful! -[Amelia] It's horrible.
The gin's very good, though!
She likes mine!
Still, Mr. Ramsey, I would love to get the recipe from you if I could.
She's mad drunk already!
It would be lovely to include in the article.
People adore that sort of detail.
Article? What article?
Oh, forgive me.
I've got ahead of myself.
The Times has asked me to write an article on reading,
and I'd like very much to write about you.
All of you.
The society.
You painted such a vivid story in your letters.
-You came to write about us? -It's for the London Times.
I mean, only with all your permission, of course!
I'm sure there are more interesting subjects to write on.
Oh, no, but your...
The story of your group, and how it was formed,
I'm sure that so many would find it as inspiring as I--
Oh, I don't think so.
-Oh I'm certain they would. -No.
I'm sure we're not interested in inspiring the readers of the London Times.
Thank you, all the same.
I see. I'm sorry. I...
I'm sorry to press, but I'd like to understand.
But how could you understand?
And... and...
And people...
people wouldn't.
[Amelia] I'm sorry you've come all this way for nothing.
I had a dream.
Come here.
-And who's this? -This is Kit. Elizabeth's daughter.
Daddy...
can we go home now?
Yes.
We're going soon.
[crickets chirping]
[owl hoots]
[Juliet] I'm so sorry if I embarrassed you.
I feel I owe you an enormous apology.
An apology for what?
For assuming your friends were mine,
for making myself the uninvited guest,
and a complete ass!
And for imagining everyone would think being featured in the London Times
was just a glorious gift.
Amelia is a private person. I wouldn't give it too much thought.
You sent two books to a stranger. You can't be all bad, Miss Ashton.
I'd feel much better if you called me Juliet.
Thank you for coming.
And for letting me put a face to the name... Juliet.
Oh. Thank you.
Good night, then.
Bouan gniet.
I believe I mentioned I like to lock my door by nine.
Oh, sorry.
-I... I hope I didn't keep you up. -You did.
-Ten-fifteen you came in. -I was...
at Amelia Maugery's meeting with the reading group.
-There was such a lot to talk about. -I know who you were with.
And they're never short of talk.
You just be wise not to believe everything they tell you.
I don't understand.
There's more to that story than they like to let on.
More to what story?
Miss Ashton, I have never been one to gossip.
So the less said on any of it, the better.
Well... [door shuts]
[Juliet] Well, you'll be happy to learn
I did read before an audience last night after all.
Oh, yes? Your farmer in the dell put you to work, did he?
How did Izzy play in the Channel Islands?
Actually, they requested that I read from the Brontë biography.
Blimey! Wherever did they dig one up?
It was a very big hit! Oh, I'm sure it was!
Oh, stone the crows, Mrs. B! Good morning!
But...
they don't want me writing about them.
Oh, a tremendous hit! I get you back early now?
Are you on your way, darling?
Well...
-Mrs. B, rebook Edinburgh for a week... -No, no. Sidney...
-I'm still here. -What on Earth for?
Listen...
Sidney, I have other news.
All right.
I'm bracing myself for it.
I...
I hope you won't mind giving me away.
What's that?
I'm engaged!
To be married.
Mark proposed!
Sidney?
Sidney!
Yes, darling. Hello.
Congratulations. That's marvelous news, the best news.
-Are you happy? -Yes, happy.
You sure?
Yes! Sidney, I'm very happy!
All right, I'm very happy too, then.
-And Mark? Mark happy? -Yes.
-Mark there with you? -No, he...
Well, he sprung it on me at the boat. I came alone.
[line crackling]
Sid-- Sidney, hello? Sidney?
One and eleven, please.
Are you enjoying the Kipling?
I am. I'm still catching up.
Didn't have much school in Dereham.
But the society have taken me in hand.
I'll be a genius by the end of the year.
What were you doing in Dereham?
It's where I was sent for the war, when they evacuated us kids.
-I didn't know they evacuated here too. -Right before the occupation.
When the Germans were just across the water, in France.
Everyone knew they'd be coming here next. We only heard the night before.
England sent ships.
[ship's horn blares]
Let's have a look at you.
[indistinct loudspeaker announcement]
Come here now.
[loudspeaker] Parents come this way.
Parents behind the line. Only children on the jetty.
Take a label, please. Labels!
Go. Go, go, go.
Come on, that's it. Quickly, now.
Come on, everyone. Take a label. Keep it safe.
Thank you.
There.
-Eli, here you are. -Good boy.
There you go.
Ready for your adventure? Come with me.
Give me your hand.
I promise I'll look after your grandfather, Eli. Don't worry.
Even you can't fight the Germans, miss,
when they come. And they might come to England too.
Give me your hand.
My father was given this in the Great War, for courage.
The thing is, anyone who keeps it close can't help but be brave.
Even when they're scared.
Do you feel it?
Well, you need to rub it, then. The magic only starts when it gets warm.
I feel it now!
That's a good lad. Now, you bring that back safe to me.
[loudspeaker] Strictly no parents in the port.
-There he is. -Strictly no parents in the port.
[Eben] Worst day of the war.
It nearly broke us, that day.
When the Germans landed a few days later...
we were only half here.
Our hearts...
were already elsewhere.
[Juliet] Oh!
It's worn smooth!
I needed a lot of courage.
Oh, cheer up, Eli. You'll give it back to her.
There's people coming home all the time, just like you.
Coming home?
How long has Elizabeth been gone?
[chuckles]
What a day that was!
Eli was the first boy down the gangway.
He'd grown long legs in five years. Who'd recognize him?
Me. I would.
Care for a scone? Fresh baked.
The Germans arrested her in '44.
-Sent her to the continent. -Arrested her? Why?
I don't know. I wasn't there.
And they don't say.
[laughter]
I was hoping to bribe you for a tour, in exchange for some of Eben's scones.
Much better than his potato pie.
Yes. I hope so!
Come on.
Thank you.
[waves crash]
-[Juliet] Careful, Kit! -It's OK.
She knows where she's going.
[laughter]
Sorry, I would take my shoes off,
if it weren't for all the wire.
Don't you worry about the wire. It's the mines you want to be careful of.
The mines? I'm sorry.
Sorry, that's not funny.
That's not funny at all!
They did mine the beaches, though, the whole perimeter of the island.
It took some doing, but we finally got it all cleared out.
You're safe. Good.
What are those?
One of the German lookouts.
They put them up on every point, facing out to sea.
And they set gun positions all along the coast.
Turned Guernsey into a fortress.
Or a prison.
-You were locked up here. -They locked themselves in with us too.
[Juliet sighs]
Well, it would take someone cruel to build anything this ugly as these
in such a beautiful place.
They didn't build them, the Germans. They only designed them.
Who, then?
Todt workers, they were called.
-[whistle] -[man shouts in German]
[Dawsey] They were slaves, thousands of them.
Sent by the Reich, for labor, from Poland, Russia.
Worked all day and all night.
They were kept in pens, with the sun beating down on them,
the rain.
[man berates him in German] You wouldn't even treat animals like that.
We islanders almost starved.
But they did.
Starved. And died.
Dawsey...
I know that this is none of my business, but...
can you tell me why Elizabeth was sent away?
What happened?
She helped someone.
And was arrested.
Helped someone?
Well, do you have any idea where she is?
Or have you not even heard from her?
-Anything else for you, mate? -No, that's all. Thank you.
[clamor of voices]
-Hello. -Oh! Juliet!
What a nice surprise! I thought you'd left.
No, not quite yet. And sadly, not without some of your gin.
Ah.
I wanted to get some for my friend, Sidney.
Sidney? See? I knew you had someone in your heart!
-Oh. -I could tell it when we met.
Well, not right when we met, but shortly after. Such a...
[inhales deeply] Oh!
...strong feeling. What flavor do you think Sidney would like?
What are my choices?
Well, let's see. We've got anise accented, delphinium dusted...
Isola, how exactly is all this legal?
Oh, I'm not sure it is.
But the... the sergeant seems to like it.
[they giggle]
Oh!
-Oh, yes! -You want some?
I did hear about Elizabeth.
That she was arrested.
Do you suppose that's why Amelia didn't want me to write about the society?
Good girl.
Is it to do with Elizabeth?
With who she helped?
The thing you need to understand
is that Elizabeth is like another daughter to Amelia.
Another daughter?
After Amelia's daughter, Jane. She and Elizabeth were the best of friends.
Elizabeth used to visit every summer from London, since she was a girl.
That's her cottage over there.
She could have left in 1940, in the big evacuations, but...
Jane was pregnant.
So she stayed.
For Jane. Then the Germans struck, and it was too late for everybody.
[air raid siren wails]
[groaning]
[explosions outside]
And that's where I saw Amelia with Elizabeth.
At the hospital.
Jane had got caught in the bombing in town, and went into labor.
Jane lost the baby.
And then they lost Jane.
Leave her. Leave her.
The Germans came three days later.
[marching music]
[man shouts instructions]
[Eben] We beat them in '18.
Here they are again.
How did we let this happen?
[man calls out instructions]
Shame! Shame on all of you!
Elizabeth!
Shame for Poland, for France, now Guernsey! Shame!
Come here. Come here. Come on. It's all right. It's all right.
-Miss, you have to stay back! -It's all right. She's fine.
[Amelia] It's nothing. She just got a bit overexcited.
She's not doing anything. She's going to stop now.
I'm very, very sorry. All right, but who are you defending?
And whose side are you on?
Both of you. Go on. Go about your duties. Go about your duties.
I've lost two people already. I can't afford to lose you too.
But she has lost her, hasn't she?
The Germans have taken Elizabeth.
That's why I think Amelia doesn't want to talk about the society.
Why she wouldn't want anyone to write about it.
Too painful. She's lost so much.
I didn't know.
The war goes on. For us.
Especially Amelia.
I don't expect it will really be over until Elizabeth's home.
And Kit's with her mother again.
-Here's the rest of '40 into '41. -Thank you.
[indistinct conversation]
Mrs. Maugery? Mrs. Maugery, good morning.
Miss Ashton! Morning.
I thought you'd be gone by now.
Yeah, I'd planned to, but I was...
I was curious and I wanted to do some research.
-Well, don't let me keep you. -Research on the occupation.
Yes, I gathered that. It wouldn't be about...
-Morning, madam. -...local flora and fauna, would it now?
I'm not writing about the society. I promise.
I lost people too, Mrs. Maugery.
People I miss sorely.
-Everyone lost someone in this war. -My parents.
I know what it is to be without a mother.
If you'd let me, I'd like to try and help.
Do whatever I can to find Elizabeth and bring her home.
For Kit. Please.
[Juliet] M-C-K-E-N-N-A.
Elizabeth Anne McKenna,
British national,
28 years old.
Do you have the date of her deportation?
No, not exactly. She was arrested on June 11th.
-They think she was sent... -Hey!
-Yes, sir? -They think she was sent off-island
-sometime in the following few days. -Do you know where she was sent?
No, only to the continent. Has anyone heard anything since?
No.
Um...
If anyone can do it, we can.
Mark, thank you!
The war is not over for them. It won't be. Not until this child's mother is home.
Till then, all they can do is wait.
Well, I do know a little something about what that's like.
I told you. Just another day or so.
Right, right, right, right. Researching. I got it.
-Excuse me... -You can't blame me
for being a little impatient.
You know, I put a ring on a girl and she disappeared.
[laughing] Well, she's right here. Back soon. Back by Wednesday. We're having dinner with the Cavanaghs.
Best efforts.
[squealing]
-Come on, piggy! -Come on, piggy! Have a little...
Come on! Come here! Ready?
[frantic squealing]
It's a bit loud!
Take it! You know, you hold it.
-Come on. -Right.
Oh! [laughs]
You know it now.
Dawsey, I think you may have a problem.
All right. That's good. You stay here.
Kit, the pigs have gone wild!
It wouldn't be about them.
Just the occupation.
[typewriter clacks]
I thought you said they didn't want to be part of the Times article.
[Juliet] Times article? Oh, no, no, no. That's long over.
I'm talking about... I don't know what I'm talking about yet, but Sidney...
it's so compelling!
That date's gone.
As bad as it was for us, these people actually had to live with their enemy.
Any idea when I might be able to tell someone
that you'll pop by their shop for a reading?
I've been talking to all the islanders, to everyone, their personal stories.
Juliet.
All right. I'm all ears.
I surrender.
Thank you.
"Dawsey Adams was sentenced to three weeks in jail
for the attack and battery of Mr. Edward Meares."
Dawsey? Attacked a man?
I'm sorry.
[creaking]
I see you, with them.
And I hear you, writing away up there, and I worry.
Very much.
What story it is that...
they have you putting down.
I'm compiling notes on the occupation of Guernsey.
Tall tales of her heroic kindness and virtue, I'm sure.
Elizabeth McKenna...
was no saint.
Well, who among us is?
Mark me, she will be judged.
Nothing more than a common Jerry-Bag.
No better than any other of those other little sluts
who dropped their knickers for extra rations or for cigarettes.
For lipsticks!
Littering the island with their filthy half-German bastards.
-Half what? -See? I knew.
I knew they didn't share that with you.
Her adorable little secret, being raised in her absence
by that lot.
Are you sure she was talking about Elizabeth?
I'm not even going to repeat what she said.
That is an excellent tack to take.
Isola, she more than implied, in the least polite way,
-that Kit is partly German. -We're all partly something, Juliet.
And then some.
Isola...
-is Kit Dawsey's child? Or not? -Dawsey's child.
Why does she call him Daddy? It's not my story to tell.
She's four years old. She needs to call somebody Daddy.
Presumably, her father would be the best candidate.
But that's...
that's not you.
His name's Christian Helman.
And he is a German, Dawsey.
-A Nazi, like Charlotte said. -No.
No... Yes. Yes, but...
Not like Charlotte said.
He was my friend.
[lowing]
Frank Hood had a milk cow back in '41. Got into trouble bringing in a calf.
I don't know why she's carrying on.
I can feel two legs right here,
-and the nose. -He's a little early.
I heard the animal from the road.
It's too noisy for you? We'll try to keep it down.
What is the matter with her?
Just sorting that out.
You're welcome to put your head up inside if you want to look around.
We don't want trouble. We'll register the birth. If it lives.
I'm a doctor.
Let me help. Keep it tight.
[grunting]
Good girl. Good girl!
Good girl.
Come on!
[cows grunts loudly]
[cow lows]
Shh!
-Shh! -Good girl! Good girl!
It's good.
She's good. She's good.
[lowing]
Shh!
[laughter]
Shoulder?
Got kicked by a horse when I was a boy.
Break wasn't set right.
Do you have pain?
Only because it keeps me out of a uniform.
Keeps me from fighting you.
[Dawsey] The look on Elizabeth's face when she saw Christian and me together...
And then I saw Christian's face.
It's all right. He's a friend.
I've always wondered which one of us she meant when she said that.
They'd met at the hospital where Christian was stationed.
They knew how dangerous it was, to both of them.
I should have said more. I should have told them to be more careful, but...
she was happy.
[chatter and laughter]
[man] Yes, it is. Yes, it is.
Hello.
What... What are you doing in here?
Well, the menu at Charlotte Stimple's is...
limited.
And you find this an improvement?
It's... It's not London.
I don't mind. I like it.
Who's with Kit?
Amelia's looking after her. We've been finishing the hotel roof.
Ah.
Can I buy you a drink?
A glass of beer.
Pint and a half, please.
Here you are.
Thank you. What?
Well...
You are not what I expected.
No?
How did you imagine me, Mr. Adams, when you wrote me a letter?
Tweed hunting skirt, very...
large in the bottom.
Teeth like a horse. Few wisps of ginger-gray hair.
And glasses thick as jam jars.
She sounds lovely!
And you?
Who was the pig farmer you send books to?
I did have a couple of ideas.
But it was more of a sense...
that I was writing to someone who already understood me...
I didn't have to explain myself to, too much.
How many of these have you had?
Oh!
Well, I suppose it was because of Charles Lamb.
To Charles Lamb, then.
-Yes. -Contented with little...
-yet wishing for more. -Ah.
Bravo.
[Eli] "The beasts are very wise.
Their mouths are clean of lies.
But man with goad and whip, breaks up their fellowship.
When he has ploughed his land, he says, 'They understand.'
But the beasts in stall together, freed from the yoke and tether,
say as the torn flanks smoke...
'Nay, 'twas the whip that spoke.'"
[Eben] Well read, Eli.
[Isola] Really well done.
[chatter]
He told you about Christian.
You know.
Some, yes.
Why don't you put the kettle on?
I'll see the others out.
-Good night, my darling. -Off to bed now.
Right. Good night.
-Night. -Come and give me a kiss! Good girl.
I was so against him.
When she brought him here for a meeting.
"'Rot you!' Murmured the man in a horrible passion,
between his clenched teeth.
'If I had only had the courage to say the word,
I might have been free of you in a night.
Curses on your head, and black death on your heart, you imp!
What are you doing here?'
The man shook his fist, as he uttered these words incoherently."
Do you not care that I love him?
It disgusts me.
He killed Jane.
-He killed my husband. -Christian didn't kill--
Yes, he did!
They did.
Elizabeth...
please don't put us through this.
Just end it.
-I can't. -Why? Why can't you?
Because I don't want to.
I couldn't... anyway!
Elizabeth!
Christian was discovered
sneaking into the camp that night.
They... shipped him off the next day.
So I got my wish.
Didn't I?
They never did see each other again. His ship was torpedoed.
Just shy of the coast.
He died.
Now he's at the bottom of the sea.
Like my husband.
Lost in a sea of mud.
On the Somme.
And she hadn't even told him about Kit.
He didn't know...
he'd left two behind. If there's any shame...
it's mine.
All mine.
I failed Elizabeth when she needed me.
Now all that matters is protecting Kit.
Protecting Kit?
From what?
If Elizabeth doesn't come home,
the child's only living relatives...
will be Germans.
They might come for her.
No. You said yourself that...
that Christian didn't even know about Kit.
And even if he had...
Amelia...
-Kit is safe. -You don't know that!
I promise you.
I've seen things I never thought could happen, happen.
I can't lose another person to the Germans.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
[waves crash]
[bird chirps]
[gasps]
-What do you think you're doing? -You've fallen to their side.
-I tried to warn you. -And everybody warned me about you.
Your soul is in mortal danger!
Oh, my soul? Thank you.
But it's my privacy I fear for most just now.
Miss Ashton, let us pray.
I pray you let go of me before I knock you down.
Now here is a book filled with love...
and you overlook all of it in favor of judgment and petty meanness.
Oh, no, no, no.
"Seek, and ye shall find," indeed!
It is I that shall pray for you, Miss Stimple.
But from a far safer distance.
Juliet!
I have nowhere to go.
I think Amelia feels ashamed.
'Cause she hated them all so much.
She wasn't able to see that Christian was different.
The way Elizabeth could.
Do you think Elizabeth is right?
Oh, I know it.
He was a lovely man.
All I know of romance in real life is Elizabeth and Christian.
But tell me about your suitor.
I want to hear all about your Sidney.
Actually, Sidney is my publisher.
And my oldest friend in the world.
Still, there's a chance.
There'd be a greater chance if I were called George.
Or maybe Tom.
He likes men's names.
Indeed, he does.
Oh... Oh.
Yes.
Oh... thank you.
And besides, Isola...
I'm engaged.
What? To whom?
Mark. Markham Reynolds.
Markham?
-How elegant. -He's American.
Oh!
But where's the ring?
Or is he very poor?
That's OK too.
He's not poor. No.
Why aren't you wearing it?
Well, I'm...
I'm not yet used to it, I suppose.
And I wanted to keep it safe.
So, what sort of books does Markham enjoy?
Have you...
Hmm?
...shared a passionate encounter?
Isola!
I have never shared a passionate encounter myself.
[chuckles]
I am only beautiful on the inside.
You are beautiful on the outside as well. -Men do like that. -Nonsense!
There must be someone here you like.
No.
Not at present.
But I have Wuthering Heights, don't I?
Do you not mind being alone?
I suppose.
Sometimes.
But I think how much sweeter it will be when my Heathcliff finally shows himself.
And how glad I'll be
that I decided to wait for him.
Careful!
Good! You're here!
Hello.
-You busy? -No.
New glass for the greenhouse just came in to the port today.
I was going to help unload, and I need someone to fetch Kit home.
Oh, I'd be happy to!
[man] Eddie, blast your eyes! Get out!
-All right. -Go on, get off!
You're sure it's no trouble?
Absolutely not.
-Thank you. [speaks Guernsey French] -Bye! All right!
-Come on! -Kit, slow down! Wait for me!
[Kit whoops]
-[yells] -[laughs]
[Juliet] Kit!
[Kit] Juliet! Up here!
Do you want to see my treasure box?
Delicious!
This is me and my mummy.
She loves me very much, but she can't be here right now.
And she'll come back as soon as she can.
She's very pretty.
Oh.
Thank you.
[footsteps approach]
Such a small thing.
Just a book.
Yet it's brought me all this way.
Kit's in her room, sleeping.
Thank you for watching her.
We had a lovely time.
She's...
She's fond of you.
I best get back.
-Morning. -Morning.
-Miss! Miss Ashton! -Yes?
There's a call for you at the post office. From a Mark Reynolds.
[telephone rings out]
[sighs]
-[Eben] Not picking up? -No.
-He left no message? -No, sorry. We'll try again later.
Oh, no.
No, it's all right.
Just...
If he calls back, let him know I'm over at the newspap--
-Eben? -Mm-hm?
I hope you don't mind me asking, but who is that man
-that's always skulking about? -That one?
He steers a wide path of Dawsey.
Yeah, I shouldn't wonder.
That's Eddie Meares.
The fellow who informed on Elizabeth.
Informed on Elizabeth?
Among others.
Ladies.
[Eben] He profited nicely during the war, but he's paying the price now.
Look at him.
He's the man Dawsey attacked.
Oh, that was a beautiful thing to see.
Should've sold tickets.
[chatter]
Steady, lad. Steady.
[man] New jacket, Eddie?
You're doing all right for yourself.
-Can't help if business is good. -Oh, Eddie, what business is that? I'd say that jacket's made of Elizabeth McKenna's hide.
And what business would that be of any of yours?
That Jerry-Bag wasn't even from here.
It's just too bad they didn't ship her wee bastard off with her.
[crowd bays]
You're the bastard, Meares!
Or did I get it wrong, Adams? Maybe you shared her with your nasty friend--
[man] Leave it, Dawsey!
They had to give him three weeks, but he only served one.
I'd have done it for him, if I could.
But that one...
he has to live with himself now.
God help him.
Why does Kit live with you, rather than Amelia or...
'Cause Elizabeth left her with me.
Why? Dawsey...
what happened?
[Kit] Piggies!
She came to the house that night, the night she was arrested.
One of the slave workers, a boy...
had escaped somehow.
She'd found him.
He was hurt.
Sick.
Needed help.
So she brought Kit.
Would I watch her...
while she went for supplies?
You can't go running around the island after curfew!
I don't have a choice.
Of course you do! You have a choice! You have a responsibility!
I won't do it. You can't leave her here.
-Do you have any bread? -Take her to Amelia or Isola.
I will be gone for 20 minutes. Do you have any bread?
Elizabeth...
Because you give me the last piece of bread when I ask.
That is why I trust her to you.
Elizabeth!
-Elizabeth! -Dawsey, go back! Watch her!
You can't risk it! It's too dangerous! You have a child!
This is someone's child too.
How could I look his mother in the eye if I didn't help?
You will never meet her!
If I don't help him, he will die. What would you have me do?
-Look the other way? -Yes! Please.
-I can't. -Please.
I'll go. Tell me what you need from the hospital, and I'll get it.
They'll never let you in. I'll be back. Two shakes of a lamb's tail.
They shot him by the side of the road.
[dog barking]
[man calls out in German]
[gunshot]
And they arrested Elizabeth.
I should have nailed her to the floor.
But I let her go.
It's not your fault.
-It is. -Dawsey...
it's not fair.
The choice she made...
to Kit, to you.
Raising this child, all by yourself.
But I... I... I love her.
Rise and shine!
I love Kit.
Do you love Elizabeth?
Juliet!
Mark? Mark!
Mark! What are you doing here?
[laughs nervously]
-[Mark] Hi. How are you doing? -[Dawsey] Hello.
Mark Reynolds.
Dawsey Adams.
You're the letter-writing pig farmer? Fellow bibliophile?
It's good to meet you.
-I hope I'm not intruding. -What are you doing here?
If you ask me that again, I'm gonna feel a little unwelcome.
I missed you. I hope that's enough.
More than enough!
I'm just surprised!
-That's all. -Well, I tried to call you yesterday.
I thought, you know, why not hop on a flight,
come see what's so fascinating here for myself.
I have some idea now.
You know, it's a beautiful island.
It's just... lacking a proper florist.
Oh!
-All the way from London. -Mark, they're beautiful!
Thank you.
How about a private tour?
Yes!
Absolutely.
-Nice to meet you. -Yes.
You see the one with the greenhouse? That's Isola's.
That's where I've been staying this past week.
Do you see it? It's the one with the garden.
Have you lost the ring I gave you?
No, I haven't.
Have you changed your mind?
-No. -Then why aren't you wearing it? Because I am afraid of losing it.
I can only imagine what it cost. And I wanted to keep it safe.
And I...
-I'll tell you the truth. -That would be great.
I feel like I'm...
lording about with a great gold crown on my forehead. Can you understand that?
My good fortune feels...
It feels so conspicuous here.
I take it gold crowns aren't the fashion on Guernsey?
Or maybe just not on pig farms.
Or maybe you'd like to take it back.
More than anything, I just want to see it on you.
Right here, where I put it.
Unless there's something you want to tell me.
Good.
Now, the real reason I came.
Mark was able to trace her to a camp in Ravensbrück.
Where's Ravensbrück?
[Mark] Germany.
There are witnesses who saw her.
Who were there...
the day she died.
-Do they know how she died? -She was shot.
They say she tried to save a girl
who was being beaten.
Elizabeth...
got the stick from the guard, and she struck him with it.
The girl was spared.
But they killed Elizabeth instead.
I'm so sorry.
-[Eben] Where are you going, Dawsey? -To tell Kit.
Right now?
Don't you want to give yourself a chance to think?
-Think what? -What will you tell her?
I'll do it, Dawsey.
I will. Wait.
Come on.
Come.
She's only four.
What can she understand?
I'm older than time.
And I understand nothing.
Nothing!
[Amelia sobs]
It's time to go.
It's not like I can keep putting poor Sidney and his book tour off forever.
-I have to get back to London sometime. -Then there's your Mark.
Wouldn't want him to go to waste.
No.
You see.
There's nothing to keep you here?
No.
My life's in London.
Yes, it is.
I'm afraid how lonely it's going to feel now, when you're gone.
[sobs]
It's terrible to lose a friend when you don't have many.
Thank you.
I'm so sorry, Amelia.
-Goodbye, miss. -Keep going with the Kipling.
Goodbye!
I'll miss you.
I'll miss all of you.
This is yours.
I'd like you to keep that.
Juliet, I'll be on board.
Mr. Adams, nice to meet you.
Bye, Juliet. Bye, Kit.
Kit.
-We'll still write to each other, right? -Yes, of course.
[propellers whir]
Goodbye.
Thank goodness you're here, Mr. Stark.
Poor thing. She's not eating, and she's as quiet as a mouse!
Well, let's see what we can fix.
I can tell you, the silence is worse
-than the typing ever was. -Hmm.
You have to write about them.
I can't. I promised I wouldn't.
I realize that, Juliet. But this is your story to tell.
As sure as I'm sitting here. And you will not be right until you do.
Now, Elizabeth, for better or worse, couldn't help but follow her heart.
You must do the same.
I'm afraid.
What if I'm not a good enough writer?
She doubts.
She doesn't believe.
She craves being taken seriously, but then, she won't do that for herself.
I think you're better than you yet know.
And as your friend of many, many...
many years...
I've seen you reach for what you want.
You have that courage.
[kiss]
[piano playing]
[lively chatter]
[laughter]
You look absolutely ravishing.
Thank you.
We...
need to celebrate.
To us.
Juliet, what is it?
Mark... I'm sorry.
I'm very sorry.
OK, is my mistake...
bringing you back too quickly?
Or letting you go to Guernsey at all?
I should have never let you out of my sight.
I think I would have found myself here sooner or later.
Even if I'd gone nowhere.
I am sorry, Mark.
May I ask if you ever loved me?
I loved our time together,
-and I still truly care-- -Not really the same thing, is it?
-I feel terribly. -Well, I am really sorry about that.
Mark, as unhappy with me as you are right now,
I know being married to me would not
-have made you very happy. -I'd rather you not tell me
what would make me happy. I got a better beat on that than you.
And you deserve someone who can share that.
-Who can share every wonderful thing-- -OK.
you have to offer.
[sighs] You deserve better.
Well, I deserve better than I got.
I'll give you that.
And you will have it.
I'm sure I will, but not at this table. Good night.
Goodbye, Mark.
[exhales]
Goodbye, Juliet.
[sighs deeply]
[typewriter clacks]
[typewriter bell dings]
[frantic clacking]
[clacking]
[sighs]
[typewriter clacks]
[Sidney] The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.
Crikey! That's quite a mouthful.
-No author. -No.
You can't ever publish it anyway.
You'd need permission and it's not mine to give.
This is just for you.
Thank you.
-But... -Hmm?
I will write you another book.
Possibly another after that.
This makes me excessively happy to hear.
Something's opened up, Sidney.
Somehow, the doing has given me a tremendous appetite for more.
Which brings me to a business question.
Business? Good.
I'm all ears.
Have I still got...
a little money?
Ah...
No.
No, you're quite rich.
Well, I only need some.
There's a property I may be interested in buying.
But I need to go and see if it's still available, and if they'll have me.
Darling girl, anyone would be lucky to have you.
And I am so lucky to have you.
[she sighs]
True.
All right, all right. Off you go. I'm a very busy man.
All right.
Just so you know...
I'm still available to give you away.
Should the occasion ever present itself.
Thank you, Sidney.
For all of it.
[dog barking]
[seabirds caw]
Granddad?
It's addressed to the society.
[Eli] From Juliet.
[sighs]
Out loud, son.
Out loud.
"Dear Dawsey, Amelia, Isola, Eben, Eli, and Kit,
Please forgive me."
Whatever for?
"That's first.
I hope you will forgive me breaking the promise I made
not to write about your society.
We had a trust I'm profoundly sorry to have betrayed.
Secondly,
know that this manuscript is yours alone to do with what you will.
I will not publish it.
That's not why I wrote it.
'Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse,
seeking to find the old familiar faces.' Charles Lamb wrote."
Charles Lamb.
[Juliet] Without knowing it,
I feel I have been searching for the old familiar faces
for many years now,
and can't quite account for why I recognize these as yours.
-But I do. -But I do.
"Do you suppose it's possible for us to already belong to someone
before we've met them?"
Oh, very much so, yes.
"If so,
I belong to you,
or you to me.
Or me simply to the spirit I found among you on Guernsey.
That is as good a definition of family as any I know."
Thank you for sharing the story of your family with me.
And for sharing Elizabeth.
Though I did not get to meet her myself,
I feel keenly how her life has changed the arc of my own forever,
in ways I am only just beginning to discover.
I wish you all peace,
and hope that if books do have the power to bring people together,
this one may work its magic.
"Love, Juliet."
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.
That's my name!
It is!
-Will you read it to me? -I will.
Another time, all right?
-Who will look after her? -I will!
Eli, drive me to the port? I can still make the 11 o' clock boat.
-[Isola] Where are you going? -London, or wherever she is.
You stop her, Dawsey. You stop her.
Don't let her marry that Yank.
-I don't believe she is. -How do you know?
She told us.
Mind Amelia. I'll be back soon.
-Bye-bye. -Bye.
Well, where's she say that?
Come on.
Let's go make some cakes for when they get back.
Amelia, are you not gonna read this?
I don't care for everyone to see me crying. I will later.
[clamor of voices]
Excuse me.
Sorry!
Thank you.
[horn blasts]
[sighs]
Dawsey.
Dawsey!
Excuse me. Dawsey!
Sorry.
I'm sorry! Excuse me.
Dawsey!
Oh, Juliet!
Hello.
Where are you off to?
I'm on my way to find you.
Me?
-Really? -Yes.
Well, I wrote you a letter on the boat, just now.
Wanted to make sure I got it all down.
Everything I should have said...
long before.
Well...
this is convenient, because I was on my way to find you as well.
Juliet...
-I... -Would you like to marry me?
I'm in love with you.
So I thought I'd ask.
My God!
Yes. Yes!
Yes?
[birds cawing]
[Dawsey reads a story]
"Hermia first awoke, and finding her lost Lysander asleep so near her,
was looking at him and wondering at his strange inconstancy.
Lysander, presently opening his eyes and seeing his dear Hermia,
recovered his reason, which the fairy charm had before clouded.
And with his reason, his love for Hermia.
And they began to talk over the adventures of the night,
doubting if these things had really happened,
or if they had both been dreaming the same bewildering dream."
[clock ticking]
-[Isola] Begin. -[Amelia] "He was hungry, he said.
It was time for lunch. 'Besides,' he said,
there's the lighthouse. We're almost there.' "
[Isola] That's all fine and well, Amelia, but where is the story?
-[Eben] Hear, hear! -The narrative
is not the author's primary concern, you see. -[Isola] I understand that. -Never has been with Virginia Woolf.
[Isola] Is it too much to ask for something to happen?
It's what's going on inside the people. It's the psychology of the people.
[Eben] It's the psychology of the people going on a boat ride, Isola.
[Juliet] Eben!
[bell rings]
-[Eli] "Who are you?" -[Eben] "I'm poor Ben Gunn, I am.
-Were you shipwrecked? -Nay, mate. Marooned!
Three years, we've gone and lived on goats!
-Three years? -And berries and oysters."
[Amelia] Oysters?
[Eben] "Many's the long night I've dreamt of cheese."
-Toasted, mostly. -Well done, Grandpa.
[bell rings]
[Dawsey] "Be not afear'd. The isle is full of noises.
[Juliet] Sounds and sweet airs that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears,
-and sometimes voices." -[Isola] I love that!
[clapping]
"I took that dear hand, held it a moment to my lip."
-[kiss] -[Isola] Oh!
"We entered the wood, and wended homeward.
"Reader, I married him."
[Amelia] If ever there was someone who earned a happy ending,
-it was-- -[Isola] Me.
-Bravo! -[bell rings]
[Sidney] "You answer to the name of Ernest,
you look as if your name was Ernest.
You are the most Ernest-looking person I ever saw in my life!
It is perfectly absurd you're saying your name isn't Ernest!"
[Juliet] Sidney! Bravo!
-[Eben] More pie, Mr. Stark? -No. Gin.
-[Juliet] Sidney! -[Isola] Leave it to me.
[bell rings]
[Kit] "When I was three, I was hardly me. When I was four, I was not much more.
-When I was five, I was just..." -[Juliet, whispering] Alive.
-"...alive." -Yes!
"But now I am six. I'm as..."
-Clever. -"...clever as clever.
-So I think I'll be six now for..." -Ever and ever.
-"...ever and ever." -[Amelia] Oh! You did that beautifully!
NETFLIX 原创影片
（英吉利海峡 岗西岛）
（于德军占领时期）
（1941年）
拜托，艾宾，小声点！
小声点！
那是我尝过最甜美的猪肉，达西
多汁…还有，伊索拉…
你的琴酒…
别害我们被逮捕！
艾宾！
你们先走
-我从田地那边带他回去 -要命！
这是我们的地我们的家，不是他们的 那些死板烂家伙最好…
站住！
-停！退后！ -文件！
当然，队长
那头猪超漂亮，达西
-不过那个派… -你们没遵守宵禁
你们几个人聚在一起做什么？
-我们只是… -看书
我们是一个读书会
有关当局总是鼓励文化集团活动
-说那符合你们的占领模式 -是啊，我们都是爱书人
你们的读书会叫什么名字？
-岗西文学与… -马铃薯皮派
岗西文学与马铃薯皮派
岗西文学与马铃薯皮派学会
是啊，应该有在名单上
岗西文学与…
你们该不会要没收马铃薯皮吧？
这是非法集会 你们得跟我们走，全部！
你还好吧，艾宾？
要我扶他上你的车吗？
登记这群人的姓名
明天一大早就登记！
谢谢你
片名：岗西文学与马铃薯皮派
另外，《时报》也在催我
新油漆！
上回看到新油漆是什么时候？
喔！
让人几乎相信战争真的结束了
（伦敦，1946年）
他们要你写一篇文章 关于阅读
不行，辛德尼，我不想再用 伊兹的身份写文章了
事实上，他们要的是茱丽叶艾许顿
这次要用你自己的声音 我已经同意了
喔，是吗？
你或许会拒绝 但我做的决定比较理想
你星期一开始巡回宣传书 从贝斯到约克夏
时报的文章可以趁空闲时写
就这样
喔，就这样，我们到了
我们的站到了
谢谢大家
（伊兹毕克史戴夫 新书签名会）
-艾许顿小姐？ -是的
你一直都想成为作家吗？
《伊兹毕克史戴夫参战》
一向如此，这是最理想的工作
坐在室内，离茶壶不远
有好有坏
我的第一本书 《关键传记：安妮伯朗特》
卖了多少本，辛德尼？
这位是我的出版商 辛德尼史塔克先生
二十八本
全球销售量
为什么用伊兹毕克史戴夫这笔名？ 不用你自己本名？
我不确定是从哪里先开始的
是伊兹这名字还是他的声音
无论如何，两者都很符合 这本书的调性
比我自己的还合适
你现在在写新书吗？
伊兹应该算不上是一本书吧
充其量只是几篇散文集
是，我正在写
《英国怪异现象》 关于英国谬论的杂记
比方说，有一个伦敦公共风化协会
宣传促导马匹要穿上裤子
真高兴认识你，艾许顿小姐 太开心了
我是你的书迷
喔，谢谢你
可怜的老伊兹 战场上派不上用场，是吧？
只想一个人喝酒不受干扰
来吧
老实说，是因为伊兹毕克史戴夫 让你有抢先的机会
但你可别犹豫拖延
这里马上就会被人抢走
父亲的镇纸！
茱丽叶？ 茱丽叶？
你在哪里？ 快从边缘回来！不！
没事的
纯水晶
喔，是的，这里真好
你是否…
有看到那水晶，茱丽叶？
很漂亮
美丽的肯辛顿花园风景
亚伯特音乐厅就在附近
这价格很难得的
这里很漂亮
我就知道你会喜欢 我很抱歉
你终于买得起好东西，开心点！
我感觉自己好虚假
茱丽叶，你应该做点升级 贝特森那间简陋房子
三个皮箱和一台打字机根本不是办法
-我知道 -喔，我明白了
可怜的东西，你觉得自己没吃够苦头
希望不是吧
我没立场能够…
让你脱离你的沉重责任 但这样好了…
我们买公寓送给 伦敦所有其他遭轰炸的人
只要伊兹爬上排行榜第一名 这样有没有好一点？
这的确是个好的开始 这里可以是个不错的家
它是个不错的家，辛德尼
只是它不属于我
-对不起 -别这样，别害羞！
借过！
-沙加缅度！ -我也是！
你需要一扇巨大窗户 把书桌摆在窗前
因为你阳光晒得不够多 服务生，酒瓶我要保留
一个让你温暖的壁炉
当你没和我在一起时
马坎姆雷诺斯 外交官兼先知
-你真与众不同！ -听从你吩咐
是吧？
但有窗户有何用…
若我没给你一片风景呢？
你看！
雷诺斯先生？
我已经要求过你别这样了
天啊，你被逮到过
但你还是我行我素 这是怎样？
你可知道我的储藏室满是花瓶
-可以让所有房客使用？ -再次抱歉，布恩斯太太
现在时局很糟
花匠需要工作
花
希望她知道自己是个幸运女孩
-走吧！ -再见，布恩斯太太
-晚安 -晚安
-你的信！ -啊！
-谢谢你 -还有你的花
喔…花你留下吧，布恩斯太太 可以吗？
喔！谢谢你
别再打字了，艾许顿小姐 已经十点多了
好的
那打字声比枪声还可怕
（别浪费面包，别人会需要的）
从欧克利街转寄过来的
“亲爱的艾许顿小姐 我叫达西亚当斯 我住在岗西岛上的一座农场里”
岗西？
“我知道你是因为我有一本旧书
查尔斯兰姆的《伊利亚散文随笔》
书里写有你的名字和地址”
我读过许多次
占领期间，这里没有太多事可做
查尔斯兰姆的文笔令我发噱
“特别是当他写到烤猪的时候”
我参加一个读书会叫 岗西文学与马铃薯皮派学会
我们为了瞒住德军关于烤猪的事 不得以成立的读书会
所以，我喜欢查尔斯兰姆 那便是我写信给你的原因
现在德军撤退了
但岗西没有书店了
我正在找一本查尔斯兰姆写的 《莎士比亚故事集》
我知道他是写给儿童看的
麻烦你告知我 伦敦书店的地址好吗？
希望我没烦扰到你
达西亚当斯
亲爱的亚当斯先生…
我很高兴你的信转到我手里 还有我的书辗转到你手上
我当初很舍不得和兰姆先生的书分别 我当时很拮据
或许书本都暗藏着某种 秘密的归巢直觉…
让它们能流传到最恰当的读者手中
若真是如此，那可真令人开心
《莎士比亚故事集》
-来 -我要买
我找到了蓝姆的《莎士比亚故事集》 我很乐意致赠给你
若你能回答我三个问题
为什么烤猪必须保密？
猪怎么让你们组成一个读书会呢？
还有，最重要的是…
什么是马铃薯皮派？
对不起
哇！ 欢迎
这件洋装如此美丽动人 为何愁云惨雾呢？
你有没有觉得我们好像从一座漫长的 黑色隧道出来一头栽进嘉年华会？
你不喜欢嘉年华会吗？
经过一座漫长的黑色隧道 嘉年华会显得很美妙
我们来跳舞吧
我一直在思索你窗外景观的事
辛德尼找了一堆公寓要我去看
-就等我安排时间… -我突然想到…
第五大道上有间公寓 往外看便是中央公园
还能看到湖
整座蓄水湖
还有一座小池塘 可以让小孩子玩模型帆船
我从来没去过纽约
若能带你参观我的城市 一定会很好玩
好好考虑一下
（茱丽叶艾许顿 伦敦，薰衣草巷14号）
喔，天啊！
（茱丽叶艾许顿小姐收 伦敦，薰衣草巷14号）
亲爱的艾许顿小姐
谢谢你帮我找到一本栏姆先生的 《莎士比亚故事集》
还有你居然把它送给我
我很乐意回答你的问题 以便还清这笔人情债
烤猪之所以必须保密…
是因为德军在1940年 抢走我们所有动物
以便喂养他们在岛上的士兵
这是我的农场！
-站住！ -这些是我的猪！
连保留一只也算犯法
是的
他们命令我种马铃薯
占领期第一个冬天食物便很短缺
一顿丰盛餐点仅成回忆 就像被他们拿走的无线电
还有被他们暂停营运的邮局
以及被他们剪掉的电报电缆
我们每个人孤立隔绝各自过活
然后有一天…
（带你的屠夫刀到艾蜜莉亚家 伊莉莎白敬上）
屠夫刀？ 莫格瑞太太
我能效劳什么？
瞧？我就说他会来
嘿，老女孩！
虽然是莫格瑞太太偷藏了一只猪…
希望你不会因此看轻我
但想到烤猪并安排一场晚宴
却是伊莉莎白麦肯纳的点子
我们当时都很饥饿
不过是伊莉莎白满足了 我们真正的饥渴
饥渴与人连结
饥渴有人作伴
饥渴有个团体
艾蜜莉亚？
喔！
-多谢你邀请我 -这是我的荣幸，喔，天啊！
伊索拉普莉比小姐 另一个邻居
提供她自己酿的琴酒
还有其他草本药方和 家庭疗药
我们今晚就只有这些
普莉比小姐 谢谢你
干杯
可以帮你保管外套吗？
达西！我不知道你来了
-晚上好，艾宾 -艾蜜莉亚…
艾宾莱姆西是当地的邮局局长 他带来了…
全新创作餐点
马铃薯皮派
没有奶油，没有面粉
只有马铃薯
和马铃薯皮
-太棒了 -听起来很好吃
派特墨菲开始接触一点 但他后来便失去热情了
我们当时都认识彼此 但不是很熟
我们的共通点是伊莉莎白 在几个小时内…
她把大家凑在一起 帮助我们忘记被占领的事…
德军，战争和我们失去的一切 让我们唤回我们的人性
结果他发现是她的丈夫…
被压在他妻子底下
-惨了！ -他或许是自然原因断气
但我觉得应该是喝了药酒死的
站住！
你们的读书会叫什么名字？
在那之后，我们别无选择
只好真的成立 岗西文学与马铃薯皮派学会
（骨董书籍 注意！）
（罕见珍藏书）
（诗集）
无所谓，拿就是了
好的！拿那本
（《兰姆文献 查尔斯兰姆散文集》）
我便是这么知道查尔斯兰姆的
（茱丽叶艾许顿 伦敦，欧克利街202号）
别现在读啊！
（《诺桑觉寺》 珍奥斯汀著作）
好了！咱们走，快点！
最后一块木头
-这是安东尼特洛勒普写的 -特洛勒普！
-有人想看吗？ -有
-好，那让达西… -我不想看那本
-玛丽雪莱的《科学怪人》 -这里有一本叶慈的书
-叶慈 -我不要
珍奥斯汀知道自己在说什么 她说得非常得体
“礼数是维系社会的元素”
然后再加上可靠的邮政服务
“基本上，礼貌是对别人的 一种尊重关心
当礼貌被扬弃时
地狱之门便就此敞开
无知者因而称王”
嘘！
监察员后来再也没出现过
星期五晚上的读书会 成了我们的避难所
一份私有的自由感受周遭世界 逐渐变得越来越黑暗
但只需要一盏蜡烛 便可看见新世界逐渐展开
那便是我们成立社团的原因
但我不需告诉你这道理
你早已知道书本的功效
那便是我们共享的东西
即便我们的生活都截然不同
亲爱的亚当斯先生
书本对我而言也是一个避难所
当我失去父母时 我在书本世界中打造我的家
书本拯救了我，一点都没错
请恕我不请自来
但我必须去会见你们的社团
我很希望你们能允许我 参与你们的聚会
以便了解更多关于你们的故事
要怪就怪查尔斯兰姆 让我自认为…
我或许会受到欢迎
茱丽叶艾许顿敬上
又及：我一开始不仅是读者 也是个作者
《伊兹毕克史戴夫参战》
我献上本书作为我将前来 探视你们的和平证明
（《安妮伯朗特的一生》 茱丽叶艾许顿著作）
-辛德尼！辛德尼！ -等一下…等等…
狄更斯…毕太太！谢谢你
茱丽叶，你不能去岗西岛 参加读书会
我要放手一搏 他们肯让我加入
你这星期五要去剑桥朗读
但这读书会星期五聚会 我等不及了
我只不过去一个周末 星期一就回来
-爱丁堡 -你星期一得去爱丁堡！
我真的不懂我们干嘛给你安排行程 我真的搞不懂！
这是你的错 是你自己跟时报同意的
你说什么？我的错？
辛德尼…书本…
阅读对这些人的影响
我终于有严肃的题材可以写了
你不是故意扯这件事 以便逃避到剑桥朗读伊兹吧？
喔！
你该不…
你该不是在逃避吧？
哈哈！你也太搞笑了
反正我觉得马克也不可能让你太得逞
“让我来”
你东西都带齐了？
（威茂斯码头 邮船）
是的
再说一次
怎样？我都带齐了 马克，只是英吉利海峡
又不是中国海
说“我愿意”
或简单一句：“好”
什么？
茱丽叶…
让我给你你心目中完美的家
我知道我完美的家是和你在一起 不管是在这里或纽约，或…
北极
我想要一起打造一个家，我们的家
说你愿意嫁给我，茱丽叶
愿意！
我知道我们才交往六个月 但这六个月来很幸福
我愿意！
-我愿意！ -好的！
喔，天啊！
早安
（皇冠饭店）
我再去扛一份
对不起
我要找一个下榻处
彼得！小心！
抱歉
去邮局问看看 他们应该能帮你
-好的 -注意！
不好意思！
谢谢你，我想吧
（人兽之间）
（挂号信，电报）
谢谢你
-哈罗 -是谁？
-一位小姐 -她想干吗？
请问你有何贵干？
我是从皇冠饭店那边过来的
喔，他们关门了 屋顶破了
是的，我知道
那边有个男人说 你们或许们可以帮忙…
他会从里面出来吗？
目前没有太多住宿选择
其中少数之一是夏绿蒂史亭普那里
她有时会出租房间
房子挺干净的
伊莱可以带你过去，如果你要的话
我不想麻烦他特别跑一趟
反正他也必须去送递邮件
喔
那谢谢你了
艾宾莱姆西
艾宾莱姆西！
发明马铃薯皮派的艾宾莱姆西？
我就是为了你来的
他？
你为了他的派而来？
不，我是来参加聚会的
你们的社团
我一直和你的朋友亚当斯先生通信
-作家！你就是那个作家！ -是的
是的，我是茱丽叶艾许顿
你好美
喔，谢谢你
天啊，伊莱，去准备马车
他会带你去夏绿蒂那里
我来打电话通知大家你到了
一位真正的作家…
来见我们了
五磅六先令一个晚上
太好了
（圣经）
请先付清，如果你不介意的话
当然
什么风把你从伦敦吹过来？
浴室在哪里？
在走廊那边
-毛巾就在… -喔，我看到了
-再次感谢你 -喔！
我需要你的粮食券 如果你的茶要加牛奶的话
红茶就好，谢谢你
-晚上好！ -晚上好！
喔，哈罗！
莫格瑞太太？
-晚上好，我是茱… -艾许顿小姐
我们正在等你呢
挺突然的
是啊
希望我没太擅自作主
你来了
请进 谢谢你
-艾许顿小姐？ -请叫我茱莉叶
我这样不请自来恐怕是场错误
不…我们很开心你来了
上一次来的作家本尊是卡拉拉赛斯
她在1944年为我们朗读她的食谱书
差点要我们的命
我们当时都饿坏了
我是伊索拉普莉比
真高兴认识你
好高兴加入你们的阵容
亚当斯先生到了吗？ -达西 -是的，我还没见过他
你把他唤来了
你们学会的创办人
伊莉莎白麦肯纳呢？
我好期待与她见面
你没办法见到她
喔
她目前不在岛上
甜美的茱莉叶？
我们再度相见了
艾宾
今晚的主讲人是谁？
-当然是你啦 -我？
是啊，我们希望你至少 为我们朗读第一章
我们都还没有机会读过呢
-但我们还不能开始，要等… -达西！
哈罗
-达西亚当斯 -茱丽叶艾许顿
你们俩见过面？
应该算是吧，稍早之前
今天在皇冠饭店台阶上差点砸死她
喔，我是在想前世
不过今天下午也算吧
再次感谢你寄来的书
谢谢你
艾许顿小姐正准备朗读 她的著作给我们听呢
是啊，我们这就请她开始吧
甜美的茱莉叶？
这里？ 祝你好运
我从另一边给你加油打气
-好的 -通常主讲人都是站着的
喔
开始
安妮伯朗特的…
一生
你觉得安妮伯朗特比 夏洛特和艾蜜莉更出色
我才没有
-《荒野庄园的房客》… -是的
比《咆哮山庄》更重要？
-不！不！ -这是什么看法嘛！？
-不，不是更出色 -我同意你的说法
我是说，安妮比艾蜜莉更具现代感
特别是从女性地位的观点而言
更胜于夏洛特伯朗特写的 《简爱》吗？
我才不认为，非常不可能
你认为就因为我穷，不起眼 平庸又矮小…
我就没灵魂，没心吗？
你错了！我和你一样充满灵气 满怀爱心！”
喔！你讲得太精彩了！
我很喜欢《简爱》
《简爱》？那是…
我也是！就像简宣称的 “我和你一样充满灵气”
真的很了不起 等于是直接向男人宣言
为两性平等概念掀起了开端
《荒野庄园的房客》 安妮伯朗特赤裸裸地刻划出…
令人窒息的维多利亚式婚姻 男女之间权力的不平等
她挑战整个社会的传统思维方式
并且改变人们心智！
说得好！
我还不晓得安妮伯朗特还真 贡献良多呢，可不是？
讲得真好，艾许顿小姐 不顾所有争议，坚持你的看法
不过，我认为…
你尚未经历全套体验
喔，我觉得不太可能
这是你今天第二次死里逃生 不错嘛！
道地的马铃薯皮派上桌罗！
原始食谱配方
没有奶油，没有面粉，没有…
就只是马铃薯
还有马铃薯皮
你吃完很快就得喝口琴酒
尝一口吧
这安全吗？
只是马铃薯罢了
快点，来
超难吃的
-真的…难吃死了！ -难吃到不行
不过琴酒很好喝
她喜欢我的酒
不过，莱姆西先生 若可以的话，我想要那份食谱
她已经醉昏头了
把它写进文章里一定很棒
读者特别喜欢那种细节
文章？ 什么文章？
喔，对不起
我说太快了
时报要我写一篇关于阅读的文章
我很想写关于你们的事
你们全部
这个学会
你在信里栩栩如绘地描述所有一切
-你是来撰写我们？ -是为了伦敦时报
当然，我得获得你们同意首肯才行
应该有其他更有意思的题材可以写吧
喔，不，可是你们的…
你们这团体的故事 还有当初成立的缘由
我相信许多人会觉得非常具启发性
我并不认为
-我确定他们会的 -不会
我很确定我们并不感兴趣 启发伦敦时报的读者
不过，还是谢谢你
好吧，对不起，我…
很抱歉我这么逼问 但我想弄明白
你怎么会明白呢？
还有…还有…
人们…
人们不会明白的
很抱歉你大老远跑来空手而返
我做了梦
过来
-这是谁？ -琪特，伊莉莎白的女儿
爸爸…
我们可以回家了吗？
可以
我们马上就离开
很抱歉我若让你丢脸的话
我觉得我必须郑重向你道歉
道什么歉？
觉得你的朋友就是我的朋友
把自己当成一个不速之客
还有不折不扣的混球！
还有想像大家会觉得 文章被登在伦敦时报…
是天下掉下来的礼物
艾蜜莉亚很不喜欢出风头 你别太放在心上
你给一个陌生人寄了两本书 你不可能那么糟，艾许顿小姐
你若喊我茱丽叶，我会好过些
谢谢你过来
让我有机会见到你本人庐山真面目… 茱丽叶
喔…谢谢你
晚安
我应该跟你提过 我习惯九点钟锁门
对不起
-我…我希望没让你等太久 -你让我等很久
-你十点十五分才进门 -我当时…
在艾蜜莉亚莫格瑞家 和一群读书会团体聚会
-有好多话题可以聊 -我知道你和哪些人在一起
他们有聊不完的话题
你最好放聪明点 别相信他们告诉你的每件事
我不明白
他们的情况表面与实际之间 有很大差别
与实际有什么差别？
艾许顿小姐 我从来都不爱嚼舌根
所以说得愈少愈好
这个…
你应该会很开心…
我昨晚还是有在一群人面前朗读作品
是吗？你的小溪谷农夫 让你出面做点事了，是吧？
伊兹的故事在岛上风评如何？
事实上，他们要求我朗读 伯朗特传记的内容
哇！他们去哪找出那本书的？
那本书当时很畅销 喔，是啊
喔，吓死我了，毕太太 早安
不过…
他们不要我撰写他们的故事
喔，那太糟了！ 那你不就要提早回来？
你正在回来的路上吗 亲爱的？
这个嘛…
-毕太太，重新约爱丁堡一个星期… -不，不，辛德尼…
-我还在这里 -为什么？
听着…
辛德尼，我有别的消息
好吧
我准备好洗耳恭听了
我…
我希望你不介意牵我步上红毯
你说什么？
我订婚了
我要结婚了
马克向我求婚了
辛德尼？
辛德尼！
是的，亲爱的，哈罗
恭喜！这消息真棒 棒透了！
-你开心吗？ -是的，很开心
你确定？
是的，辛德尼，我非常开心！
好吧，那我也非常开心
-那马克呢？马克开心吗？ -是的
-马克在那里陪你吗？ -没，他…
他在船边突然向我求婚 我自己一个人来的
辛德尼？哈罗？？辛德尼？
1磅又11先令
你喜欢看吉卜林的书？
是的，我还在努力看
我在迪勒姆没受过太多教育
不过读书会正努力教育我
我年底就会是个天才了
你在迪勒姆做什么？
战争时我被送去那里 小孩子都被疏散走了
-我不知道这里也疏散儿童 -就在占领时期之前
当时德军就在隔海对岸的法国
当时大家都晓得 他们接下来会来这里
我们前一个晚上才得知
英国派来船只
让我好好看你一眼
转过来
家长往这边
家长站在横线后面 只有小孩子才能上码头
请拿张标签！标签！
快走！快点！
快点！动作快！
大家快点！ 拿张标签，好好保管
谢谢
好了
-伊莱，来吧 -乖孩子
好了
准备好去历险了吗？跟我来
手给我
我保证我会好好照顾你爷爷，伊莱 别担心
连你也没办法对抗德军，老师
当他们来时，他们或许也会去英国
把你的手给我
我的父亲参与大战时获得这个 勇气奖
重点是，任何人把它带在身边 都会不由自主变得勇敢
连他们很害怕时也是
你感觉到了吗？
你得用力摩擦它 当它变热时，便会启动魔力
我现在感觉到了！
太好了，小子 你到时得安全把它带回来还我
家长严禁进入码头
-他在那里 -家长严禁进入码头
战争最惨的一天
那天差点打败了我们
几天之后，当德军登陆时…
我们这里只剩半数人口
我们的心…
却早已飘到别处
喔！
都磨平了！
我需要许多勇气
开心点，伊莱 你会归还给她的
随时随地都会有人回家，和你一样
回家？
伊莉莎白离开多久了？
那天真的是很离奇
伊莱是第一个下舷梯的男孩
他的腿在五年内长得好长 谁认得他呢？
我，我认得他
要来块司康饼吗？刚烤好的
德军在1944年逮捕了她
-把她送去了内陆 -逮捕她？为什么？
我不知道，我当时不在场
他们也没说
我想贿赂你带我参观小岛 用艾宾的司康饼来交换
比他的马铃薯派好吃多了
是啊，希望如此
来吧
谢谢你
-小心点，琪特！ -没关系
她认得路
（地雷，危险爆炸物）
抱歉，我很想脱下鞋子
但那些铁丝满地都是
别担心铁丝 你该担心的是地雷
地雷？ 对不起
抱歉，那一点也不好笑
一点也不好笑
他们的确在海边布下地雷 整座小岛周遭都是
我们费了好一番功夫 才终于清光那些地雷
你很安全的 那就好
那是什么？
德军的了望台之一
他们在每个据点安置一个 面向大海的了望台
他们在沿岸设立枪哨站
把岗西岛变成一座堡垒
或说是监狱
你们被关在这里
他们和我们一起关在这里
只有心地残酷的人 才会在这么美丽的地方
建造如此丑陋的东西
不是德军建造的 他们只负责设计
那么是谁呢？
所谓的托德公司工人
他们是奴隶，有成千上百人
被德国从波兰，苏俄送来的劳动工人
日以继夜地工作
他们被关在畜牢里 饱受日晒之苦
遭雨淋
遭受禽兽不如的对待
岛上居民几乎饿死
但他们饿死了
饥荒… 致死
达西…
我知道这不关我的事，可是…
可以告诉我 伊莉莎白为何被送走吗？
发生了什么事？
她协助某人
就被逮捕了
协助某人？
你可知道她现在人在何处？
或是她从未捎音讯给你？
-还需要什么其它的吗？ -不，就这些，谢谢你
-哈罗 -喔，茱丽叶
好个美妙的惊喜！ 我以为你离开了
没，还没 没有你的琴酒，我不打算离开
啊
我想带一点给我的朋友辛德尼
辛德尼？我就知道你有心上人
-喔… -我们刚认识时我就看出来了
不是刚认识见面的那一刻 而是之后，一种非常…
强烈的感觉 你想辛德尼会喜欢哪种口味？
有哪些口味？
我看看…有八角口味 飞燕草…
伊索拉，这怎么可能合法呢？
喔，我不确定是否合法
不过…巡警似乎挺喜欢的
-好香！ -你想要吗？
我听说了伊莉莎白的事
她遭逮捕
你想那就是艾蜜莉亚 不要我撰写读书会的原因？
乖女孩
那和伊莉莎白有关系吗？
她到底帮了谁？
你必须了解的一点是…
伊莉莎白就像是艾蜜莉亚的 另一个女儿
另一个女儿？
艾蜜莉亚的女儿珍 和伊莉莎白是知心手帕交
伊莉莎白从前每年都从伦敦过来玩 打从孩提时期开始
那间是她的小屋
她大可趁1940年的疏散活动离开 可是…
珍当时怀孕了
所以她便留下来
为了珍，然后德军入侵 大家想离开都来不及了
我就是在那里见到 艾蜜莉亚和伊莉莎白
在医院里
珍在镇上遇到炮弹轰炸 便引发分娩
珍失去了宝宝
然后她们也失去了珍
让她去吧，让她去吧
三天后德军进驻
我们在1918年击败他们
现在他们又再度现身
我们怎么会任由这事发生？
无耻！你们这些无耻家伙！
伊莉莎白！
波兰，法国，现在岗西岛！ 无耻至极！
过来，过来 没事，没事的
-小姐，往后退！ -没事，她没事
没事，她只是过度兴奋罢了
她什么事都没做 她不会再闹了
我真的很抱歉 好的，你是扞卫谁？
你们站哪一边？
你们俩去啊！ 回工作岗位，回去值勤啊
我已经失去两个人 我不能再失去你
但她已失去了她，可不是？
德军带走了伊莉莎白
我想那便是艾蜜莉亚 不喜欢谈论读书会的原因
她为何不让人报导读书会呢？
太痛苦了，她失去太多
我并不晓得
战争持续进行，对我们而言
尤其是艾蜜莉亚
我觉得直到伊莉莎白返回家园 战争才真正结束
还有琪特与她的母亲团圆
（星报）
（1940年圣彼得海港疏散行动 英国岗西岛）
（星报 1940年8月2日，星期五） -这是1940年与1941年份 -谢谢你
（22人死亡，33人严重受伤 国王圣旨）
莫格瑞太太？ 莫格瑞太太，早安
艾许顿小姐！早安
我以为你早已离开了
我原本打算离开，可是我…
我很好奇，想做点研究调查
-可别让我耽搁了你 -关于疏散的研究调查？
我想也是 不可能会是关于…
-早安，女士 -这里的动物花草，是吧？
我没有要撰写读书会，我保证
我也失去过几个人，莫格瑞太太
我非常想念的人
-每个人在这场战争都失去过人 -我的父母
我了解那种没有母亲的感觉
若你允许的话，我想试着帮点忙
我愿意尽全力寻找伊莉莎白 把她带回来
为了琪特 求求你
麦肯纳
伊莉莎白安麦肯纳
英国公民
28岁
你有她被遣返的日期吗？
没有，她是6月11日被逮捕的
-他们认为她被送去… -嘿！
-什么事？ -他们认为她被逮捕后几天
-就被送出小岛了 -你知道她被送去哪吗？
不知道，只知道去内陆 有任何人自此获得音讯吗？
没有
嗯…
这种事我们绝对有办法处理
马克，谢谢你
对他们而言战争尚未结束 除非孩子的母亲平安返家
在那之前 他们只能等候
这个嘛，我也有点明白那种感觉
我说过，只要再一、两天就好
没错，没错，你要做研究调查 我懂
你不能怪我有点失去耐性啊
我给一个女孩戴上订婚戒 但她却消失了
她就在这里，马上就回去
星期三前回来 我们要和卡瓦纳夫妇共进晚餐
我一定会尽力
-来吧，小猪猪 --来，小猪猪！来吃一点…
来！过来！准备好了吗？
好大声
来，你抱住它
-来吧 -好
你现在知道了
达西，你这下麻烦大了
好吧，很好，你留在这里
琪特，小猪撒野了！
内容不是关于他们
只描述占领时期情况
你不是说他们不想与 时报文章扯上关系
时报文章？不… 那早就没了
我是在说…我还不知道我在说什么 可是，辛德尼…
这故事很震撼人心！
那个日期没效了
我们当时也不好过 但这些人当初必须与敌人为伍
你可不可以告诉我 我到底能不能…
告诉某家书店 你可以出席朗读作品呢？
我和所有岛上居民谈过话 听取他们的故事
茱丽叶
好吧，我洗耳恭听
我投降了
谢谢
达西亚当斯被判 三周监牢期刑
因攻击殴打艾德华弥尔斯先生
达西？攻击一个男人？
（茱丽叶艾许顿小姐）
（岗西，圣彼得海港 花艺店）
（卡瓦纳夫妇没能见到你 我也是，马克）
对不起
我看到你和他们在一起
我听到你在楼上写东西 我很担心
非常担心
到底是什么样的故事…
让你想要写下来呢？
我正在收集岗西占领时期的点点滴滴
我想应该是关于她 英勇善良与美德的荒诞故事
伊莉莎白麦肯纳
并非圣人
我们有谁是呢？
她将受到审判
她只不过是讨好德军的浪荡女人
和那些为了获取 更多粮票或香烟…
而脱裤子的下贱女人 好不到哪去！
或为了口红！
让整个岛上充斥 半个德国血统的杂种私生子！
-半个什么？ -我就知道
我就知道他们没告诉你这件事
她那可爱的小秘密 在她离家的这段时间，被那个家伙…
扶养长大
你确定她说的是伊莉莎白？
我不想重复她说的话
这招可真厉害啊
伊索拉，她很直接了当 毫不客气地说
-琪特混有德国血统 -我们都混有不同血统，茱丽叶
混可多着呢
伊索拉…
-琪特是达西的孩子吗？或者不是？ -达西的孩子
那她为何喊他爸爸？ 我无权述说这故事
她当时四岁，需要有个人喊爸爸
她的生父应该才是最佳人选啊
可是那个人…
那个人不是你
他的名字叫克利斯钦海曼
但他是德国人啊，达西
-是个纳粹，就像夏绿蒂说的 -不
不…是的，可是…
不是像夏绿蒂说的那样
他曾经是我的朋友
1941年，法兰克贺德有一头乳牛 分娩时发生难产
我不知道她是怎么回事
我可以感觉这里有两条腿
还有一个鼻子，这小子来早了
我在路上听到有动物在叫
太吵了吗？ 我们会小声点的
她怎么了？
我正在查出原因
欢迎你把手伸进去 如果你想看怎么回事的话
我们不想惹麻烦 我们会登记出生证，若能存活的话
我是个医生
让我来帮忙 用力拉
乖女孩，乖女孩
乖女孩
加油！
嘘！
-嘘！ -乖女孩，乖女孩
很好
她没事 她很好
嘘
肩膀？
我小时候被一匹马踢到
没复原好
你会痛吗？
只因我不用穿制服
不必与你们对抗
当时伊莉莎白看到克利斯钦和我 站在一起的表情…
然后我看到克利斯钦的脸
没事，他是个朋友
我一直都在想她那句话 指的究竟是谁
他们是在克利斯钦驻扎的医院认识的
他们都很明白 那对他们俩都很危险
我应该多说几句 我应该交代他小心一点
她当时很快乐
（克利斯钦海曼）
（伊莉莎白，琪特）
（？和达西亚当斯）
是的，没错
哈罗，各位
哈罗
你在这里做什么？
夏绿蒂史亭普的餐点选项…
很有限
这里的餐点就比较好？
这里不是伦敦
我不介意，我喜欢
谁在照顾琪特？
艾蜜莉亚正在照顾她 我们修好饭店的屋顶了
啊
我可以请你喝一杯吗？
一杯啤酒
请给我一品脱半的啤酒
啤酒来了
谢谢你 怎么？
你和我想像的完全不同
是吗？
你怎么想像我的，亚当斯先生？
穿着猎装绒裙，有着非常…
庞大的屁股
牙齿像马一样，有几丝灰白头发
和果酱玻璃瓶一样厚的眼镜
听起来挺动人的嘛
那你呢？
你寄书给那个猪农长什么样子呢？
我是有几种想像
但比较像是…
我和一个已经很了解我的人通信
我不必费太多力气解释自己
你到底喝了几杯？
没
我想应该是查尔斯兰姆的缘故吧
那就敬查尔斯兰姆吧
-是的 -小小的满足
-但期望更多 -啊
说得好
“野兽们非常聪明
它们的嘴从不吐谎言
但人拿着刺棒与鞭子 将它们打散分离
当他犁他的田时 他说：“它们能理解”
但野兽们群聚于隔栏内 免于轭和缰绳束缚
烟燻腰腿肉说…
“不，那是鞭子的发言”
朗读得太精采了，伊莱
真的很精彩
他跟你说了克利斯钦的事
你知道了
知道部分，是的
你稍一壶热水吧
我去送客
晚安，亲爱的 去睡觉了
好的，晚安
-晚安 -过来给我一个吻，好乖
我当时很反对他
当她带他来这里见我时
“‘’你去死吧！’ 以极可怕热情谋杀人
他咬牙切齿地说
‘如果我有足够勇气说出那句话
我便有可能一夕之间解脱你
诅咒你的头脑，让你的心黑死 你这恶魔！
你在这里做什么？’
那男人挥舞着拳头 口齿不清地说出那些话”
你难道不在乎我爱他吗？
我觉得很恶心！
他杀死了珍
-他杀死了我的丈夫 -克利斯钦并没有！
他有的！
是他们干的
伊莉莎白…
拜托你别让我们面对这种事
做个了断
-我办不到 -为什么？为何不能？
因为我不想！
我也没办法
伊莉莎白！
克利斯钦那天晚上…
被发现偷跑进营地里
他们…隔天便把他送走了
我的愿望成真了
是吧？
他们从此不再相见 他的船被鱼雷击中
差点就到岸了
他死了
他现在沉尸于海底
和我的丈夫一样
死于泥泞之中
索姆河战场
她当时甚至尚未告诉他琪特的事
他并不晓得…
他留下了她们两个 如果要说羞耻
那就是我
都是我的错
当伊莉莎白需要我时 我让她失望了
现在最重要的是保护琪特
保护琪特？
免于什么伤害？
如果伊莉莎白不回来…
这孩子唯一的存活亲属…
将会是德国人
他们有可能会来找她
不，你自己说过的…
克利斯钦并不知道琪特的事
即便他当时知道…
艾蜜莉亚…
-琪特很安全 -你又不知道！
我向你保证
我看过我以为永远不可能发生的事 真的发生了
我不能再让德国人抢走我的人
很抱歉
我没办法
-你在做什么？ -你沦陷入了他们那一边
-我试图警告过你 -每个人也都警告我提防你！
你的灵魂正面临极大危险啊
我的灵魂？谢谢你
但我现在最害怕的是我的隐私
艾许顿小姐，我们来祈祷吧
我祈祷你放开我的手 免得我推倒你！
这是一本充满爱的书
你却无视那些 偏偏着眼那些评断与琐碎的部分
喔，不…
“只要有求便能寻获”果然没错！
应该是我为你祈祷，史亭普太太
但我要从安全距离为你祈祷
茱丽叶！
我没地方去
我觉得艾蜜莉亚感觉很羞耻
因为她非常痛恨他们
她当时没办法看出 克利斯钦不同于其他人
伊莉莎白看出了
你想伊莉莎白是对的吗？
喔，我很确定
他是个很好的男人
我所知的现实世界真爱就是 伊莉莎白与克利斯钦
告诉我关于你的追求者
我想听听你的辛德尼
事实上，辛德尼是我的出版商
也是我认识最久的朋友
但还是有机会啊
我的名字若是乔治的话 或许机会会比较大
或叫汤姆
他喜欢男性名字
是啊，没错
喔…喔
是的
喔…谢谢
更何况…伊索拉…
我已经订婚了
什么？ 和谁？
马克，马克姆雷诺斯
马克姆？
-好优雅的名字 -他是美国人
你的订婚戒指呢？
还是他很穷？
那也没关系
他不穷 不
那你为什么没戴着？
我…
我想我还不习惯吧
还有，我想安全保管它
马克姆喜欢看什么书？
你们有没有…？
嗯？
分享过彼此的激烈热情呢？
伊索拉！
我也没和人分享过激烈热情
我只有内在美
你兼具外在美与内在美 -男人喜欢那样 -胡说！
你一定有喜欢的人
没有
目前没有
但我有《咆哮山庄》，是吧？
你不介意自己一个人吗？
应该是吧
有时候
但我觉得若男主角终于出现时 那会更美妙
我到时一定会很开心
我决定要等候他出现
小心！
太好了！你在这里
哈罗
-你在忙吗？ -不忙
温室的新玻璃今天会被运进港
我需要找人帮忙卸货 我需要有人送琪特回家
我很乐意
艾迪，你给滚出去！
-好啦 -去啦，滚！
确定不会麻烦你吗？
绝对不会
-谢谢你，再会！ -拜！好的
-来吧！ -琪特！慢一点！等等我！
琪特！
茱丽叶！在上面！
你要看我的宝藏箱吗？
好香喔
这是我和我的妈咪
她非常爱我 但她现在没办法在这里
她会尽快回来的
她很漂亮
喔
谢谢你
（《兰姆文献 查尔斯兰姆散文集》）
（茱丽叶艾许顿）
这么一件小东西
只是一本书
却把我牵来到这里
琪特在她房间里睡觉
谢谢你照顾她
我们玩得很开心
她…
她很喜欢你
我得回去了
-早安 -早安
-艾许顿小姐！ -什么事？
邮局有一通你的电话 是马克雷诺斯打来的
-没接吗？ -没
-他没留言？ -没，抱歉，晚点再打吧
喔…不了
不用，没关系
只是…
他若再打来 告诉他我在报社…
艾宾？
我可以问你一下 那个男人是谁吗？
-一副鬼头鬼脑的样子 -那个？
和达西截然不同
是啊，我想也是
他是艾迪弥尔斯
告密伊莉莎白的人
告密伊莉莎白？
其中一个告密者
女士们
战争时，他赚了不少 但现在他正付出代价
瞧瞧他
他就是达西攻击的那个人
那场面让人看了好爽
应该出售门票赚一笔
沉住气，小子
新夹克啊，艾迪？
你自己也不赖嘛
-生意好，没办法 -艾迪，你做啥生意？ 那件夹克应该是 用伊莉莎白麦肯纳的皮做的
那关你们啥事？
那下贱女人甚至不是这里的人
当初他们没把她的小杂种 一起送走真可惜啊
你才是杂种，弥尔斯！
还是我搞错了，亚当斯？ 或许你和你的损友一起分享她
算了，达西！
他们必须判他三个星期 但他只坐了一星期牢
若可以的话，我愿意替他坐牢
可是那家伙…
他现在只剩下自己一个人
愿上帝帮助他
为什么琪特和你住？ 而不是和艾蜜莉亚或…
因为伊莉莎白把她交给我
为什么？ 达西…
究竟发生什么事？
小猪！
那天晚上她跑来 也就是她被逮捕的那个晚上
有一个奴隶劳工，一个小男孩…
脱逃了
她发现了他
他受伤了
病了
需要帮忙
所以她便把琪特带过来
要我看顾她…
好让她去买医疗物品
宵禁之后不能随便到处乱跑！
我别无选择
你当然可以选择！你有一个选择 你身负一个责任
不行！你不能把她留在这里
-你有面包吗？ -带她去艾蜜莉亚或伊索拉那里！
我只去20分钟 你有面包吗？
伊莉莎白…
因为我跟你要 你给了我你最后一块面包
所以我才放心把她交给你
伊莉莎白！
-伊莉莎白！ -达西，回去！看好她！
你别冒风险！太危险了！ 你有孩子啊！
这也是某个人的孩子
我若不救，如何面对他母亲？
你不会有机会见到她！
我若不帮他，他会没命 你要我怎么样？
-视而不见吗？ -是的！
-求求你！ -我做不到！
我去！告诉我你需要从医院拿什么 我去拿！
他们不会让你进去的 我马上回来，很快的
他在路边遭射杀身亡 他们逮捕了伊莉莎白
我当时应该把她钉在地板上的
但我让她去了
那不是你的错
-是的 -达西…
那不公平
她做出的选择…
对琪特，对你
让你自己一个人扶养那孩子
可是我…我…我爱她
起床罗！
我爱琪特
你爱伊莉莎白吗？
茱丽叶！
马克？马克！
马克！你跑来做什么？
-嗨，你好吗？ -哈罗
马克雷诺斯
达西亚当斯
你就是那个写信的猪农？ 爱书藏书人？
很高兴见到你
-希望我没打断任何事 -你跑来做什么？
你若再问我一次的话 我会觉得自己不受欢迎
我想念你，希望那理由足够
太足够了！
我只是很惊讶！
-如此而已 -我昨天试图打电话给你
我便想，何不搭上飞机…
亲自过来瞧瞧这里究竟有多迷人
我现在有点概念了
这是一座美丽岛屿
就是少了一家体面的花店
-远从伦敦运来的 -马克，这些花好美
谢谢你
当我的私人导游如何？
好的！
当然
-很高兴认识你 -是啊
看到那间绿色房子？ 那是伊索拉的房子
我过去这星期就住在那里
看到了吗？有花园的那间
我给你的戒指掉了吗？
没有
你是否改变心意？
-没有 -那你为何没戴呢？
因为我怕会弄丢
我觉得那戒指应该很贵 我想要好好保管它
我…
-我告诉你实话好了 -那就太好了
我感觉我…
好像戴着黄金头冠到处招摇一样 你明白我的意思？
我所经历的好运 感觉好像…
在这里感觉好像一种阴谋
岗西这里不时兴戴黄金头冠？
或许在猪圈戴着不合适？
或许你想要收回它？
我只想看你戴着
就在我戴上的地方
除非你有事要跟我说
很好
这是我来此的真正原因
马克追踪到她在拉文吕布斯集中营
拉文吕布斯在哪里？
德国
有目击证人见过她
他们当时在场
即她死的那一天
-他们可知道她怎么死的？ -她遭枪杀
他们说她企图拯救一个女孩
女孩遭殴打
伊莉莎白…
从警卫手中抢走棍棒 然后用棍棒打他
那女孩逃过一劫
但他们却杀死了伊莉莎白
我真的很遗憾
-你要去哪里，达西？ -去告诉琪特
现在？
你难道不想给自己机会考虑吗？
-考虑什么？ -你打算告诉她什么？
我来说，达西
我自己来 等一下
她才四岁
她能懂什么呢？
我活了这么大把年纪
却什么都搞不懂
啥都不懂！
该走了
我没办法一直拖延辛德尼和他的 书籍巡回宣传
-我总得回伦敦 -还有你的马克
可别白白浪费掉了
是啊
你懂的
这里没有值得你留恋的？
没有
我的人生在伦敦
是啊，没错
一旦你离开之后 感觉将会很孤单
失去朋友的感觉真糟 特别是根本没什么朋友
谢谢
我很抱歉，艾蜜莉亚
-再见，小姐 -继续读你的吉卜林
再见！
我会想念你的
我会想念你们大家
这是你的
我要你留下它
茱丽叶，我上飞机了
亚当斯先生，很高兴认识你
拜，茱丽叶 拜，琪特
琪特
-我们还是会继续通信，是吧？ -是的，当然
再见
多谢你过来，史塔克先生
可怜的东西，她都不进食 安静得不得了
我看我能帮上什么忙
我跟你说，死寂比打字声还要可怕
你必须撰写他们
我没办法 我答应过不写的
我知道，茱丽叶 但这是你该说的故事
这是不容改变的事实 你不写就无法走出来
伊莉莎白身负使命 非得遵从她的心行事不可
你也必须如此
我害怕
万一我不够好呢？
她怀疑了
她不相信
她渴望能被人认真看待 然后机会来了，她却不把握
我认为你比自己所知还要优秀
身为你许许多多年的…
老友…
我看过你努力争取自己想要的
你有那份勇气
你的样子好美
谢谢
我们…
需要好好庆祝
敬我们
茱丽叶，怎么了？
马克… 对不起
我很抱歉
好的，我是错在…
太快把你带回来…
还是当初让你去岗西岛？ 我当初不该让你离开我的视线
我想我迟早在这里会发现自己的
即便我哪都没去
我很抱歉，马克
请问你曾经爱过我吗？
我热爱我们相处的时光
-我仍非常在乎… -那是两码子事，是吧？
-我感觉很糟 -我真的非常抱歉
马克，我知道你现在对我非常不满
我知道你跟我结婚并不能让你快乐
请你别再说什么会让我快乐
我比你更清楚什么事会让我快乐
你值得有人能与你分享那种感觉
能分享你可以给出的所有美妙事物
-你值得更好的 -我值得比我得到更好的
这我能跟你确定
那你会得到的
我想我会的，但不在此处 晚安
再见，马克
再见，茱丽叶
（打字纸）
岗西文学与马铃薯皮派学会
哇！书名这么绕口
-没有作者 -没有
反正你也无权出版
你需要获得出版同意 我给不了
这只是给你看的
谢谢你
-不过… -嗯？
我可以为你写另一本书
搞不好之后再写一本
这么说让我非常开心
局势有了开端，辛德尼
行动让我激起了渴求更多的欲望
所以我要谈点公事
公事？很好
我洗耳恭听
我是否还有…
一点钱呢？
啊…
不
不，你有很多钱
我只需要一些钱
有个物业 我想要买下来
但我必须过去看看是否还出售 还有他们是否愿意接纳我
亲爱的，拥有你的任何人都很幸运
我很幸运拥有你
没错
好了，你去吧 我可是大忙人呢
好吧
跟你说一声…
我还是可以牵你步上红毯
如果哪天出现那机会的话
谢谢你，辛德尼
感谢所有一切
爷爷？
是寄给读书会的
（岗西文学与马铃薯皮派学会收）
是茱丽叶寄来的
大声念，孩子
大声念
“亲爱的达西，艾蜜莉亚，伊索拉 艾宾，伊莱和琪特
请原谅我”
原谅什么？
“首先…
我希望你们能原谅我打破自己的承诺
保证不撰写学会的故事
我严重背弃了我们之间的信任
其次…
我要你们知道，这份手稿… 属于你们，由你们决定如何处理
我不会将它出版
那不是我撰写的原因
‘世界就像一座沙漠 我注定要游荡穿梭…
寻求熟悉的老面孔’ 查尔斯蓝姆写的”
查尔斯蓝姆
我从未发现 我已寻求熟悉的老面孔
好多年了
我无法理解我为何在你们身上 认出那份孰悉感
-我理解了 -我理解了
“你们觉得有没有可能我们在 遇上某人之前便已经…
属于那个人了吗？”
喔，非常有可能，是的
“如果是的话…
我属于你们
或说你们属于我
或说我在岗西与你们相处之后 找到了我自己的灵魂
那是我认为最理想的家庭定义”
谢谢你们与我分享你们的家庭故事
并分享伊莉莎白
虽然我没能与她见上一面
我深深感觉她的人生 彻底改变了我的人生
我现在才开始慢慢挖掘这份改变
祝大家平安
如果说书本有办法 凝聚人们在一起的话
那希望这本能发挥魔力
“爱你们的茱丽叶敬上”
岗西文学与马铃薯皮派学会
（献给琪特）
那是我的名字！
是啊！
-你可以念给我听吗？ -我会的
改天念，好吧？
-谁将照顾她呢？ -我
伊莱，可以载我去港口吗？ 我仍赶得上十一点的船班
-你要去哪里？ -伦敦，或她所在之处
你去拦住她，达西 去拦住她
别让她嫁给那美国人
-我想她不会的 -你怎么知道？
她告诉我们了
好好照顾艾蜜莉亚，我很快就回来
-拜拜 -拜
她在哪里说了呢？
来吧
我们趁他们回来之前 烤一个蛋糕吧
艾蜜莉亚，你不想读这封信吗？
我不喜欢每个人看到我哭 我会读的
对不起
抱歉
（威茂斯码头 邮船）
谢谢
达西！
对不起…达西！
抱歉
对不起，借过
达西！
喔，茱丽叶！
哈罗
你要去哪里？
我正要去找你
我？
-真的吗？ -是的
我刚才在船上给你写了一封信
我只想确定有表达一切
我原本应该说的一切
很久以前该说的
这个…
真巧，因为我也正要去找你
茱丽叶…
-我… -你愿意娶我吗？
我爱上你了
我就想问看看
天啊！
我愿意！ 是的！
是的？
赫米亚先醒过来 发现她走失的莱赛德在她身旁睡着了
瞧着他看并，心想他为何百般变化
来赛德很开心地张开眼睛 看到他亲爱的赫米亚
不再质疑理由 那是之前仙子魔法隐缠的情况
（《莎士比亚故事集》 查尔斯蓝姆着）
他们开始谈论那晚的历险
怀疑这些事情是否已真正发生过
或者他们俩一直以来都做着相同的 奇妙美梦
-开始 -“‘他很饿’他说
该吃午餐了 ‘更何况’他说
‘灯塔就在那里，我们快到了’”
那很不错，艾蜜莉亚 可是故事主题是什么？
-说得好 -叙事内容…
并非作者的主要考量 -这我明白 -维吉妮亚沃夫亦非如此
要求多点故事情节难道不行吗？
这事关人内心的东西 人性的心理层面
人性的心理层面正在搭船乘风破浪呢 伊索拉
艾宾！
-你是谁？ -我是老宾刚
-你的船沈了？ -不，老友，是被放逐
三年了，我们只靠羊肉维生
-三年？ -还有莓果和牡蛎
牡蛎？
许多漫漫长夜我梦想着起司
-烤过的起司 -精彩！爷爷
别害怕，小岛充满声音
声音与甜美空气让人心旷神怡 并且不带来伤害
有时，一千个乐器 将在我的耳边嗡嗡作响
-有时是声音 -我喜欢！
我牵起那亲爱的手 靠近我的嘴唇
喔
我们走入树林，往回家的路上漫步
读者，我嫁给了他
若说谁有幸获得美满结局
-那就是… -我
精彩！
你回应恩尼斯这个名字 你看起来就像个恩尼斯
你是我这辈子见过最恩尼斯的人
你说你不叫恩尼斯 那简直荒谬至极！
辛德尼！精彩！
-你想再来一点派吗，史塔克先生？ -不，琴酒
-辛德尼！ -我来
我三岁时尚未是我 我四岁时，我并未更多
-我五岁时，我就…这么活着 -这么活着
但现在我六岁了 我就…
-愈来愈聪明了 -愈来愈聪明了
-所以我打算停留在六岁… -直到天长地久
-喔，你念得好棒喔！