He's so hungry.
Go and get some food.
We don't have any money.
Just get my child some food.
你干什么 苏 你干什么
What are you doing? Sue? What are you doing?
求求你 听我说 不不 苏
Please, listen to me. No, no, no. Sue.
Please. No, no, no.
I'm sorry, I...
Splendid Mike, how can I help?
抱歉 警♥察♥来了 他们想跟你谈谈
I'm sorry, the police are here. They'd like a word.
What is it?
Witnesses say the car was driving along the A303 in Hampshire
when the collision occurred.
Caroline Thorpe was travelling alone
and the other driver only sustained minor injuries.
The Prime Minister has expressed his condolences.
Mrs Thorpe was 32 years old.
She married Jeremy Thorpe in the spring of 1968,
and they had one son, Rupert.
Where's my Rupert, then?
There we are.
We may never know
looked down or...
fell asleep at the wheel just for a second,
but she swerved into the opposite lane.
A 13-tonne lorry.
She flipped over, landed on the roof,
skidded along, stopped.
Was still alive.
Spoke to the police while they were cutting her out.
I'm told she apologised
for the inconvenience.
Dead by the time she got to hospital,
Everyone at headquarters sends their condolences.
Of course, if there's one miracle,
it's that Rupert wasn't with her.
- Thank God. - Yah, it's all about him now.
My mother says he won't remember her...
..I say he will.
Obviously, if there's anything we can do to help with arrangements
for the funeral or talking to your constituents...
We thought some sort of memorial might be a good idea.
Thank you, Mike.
And there's the question of your returning to work.
Well, it's a bit soon for that.
I didn't mean to cause offence, Mike,
I'm just being practical.
And I'm sure you appreciate that, Jeremy.
The affairs of state are relentless
so if you need me to step in,
then you only have to say.
Emlyn bloody Hooson.
Wants my job. Always did.
I thought I'd have you at my side,
Besselli, to fight the good fight,
but now you're giving me more burden.
I've got no choice, I'm not just leaving Parliament.
I think I might have to get out of the country while I still can.
Just between the two of us, I'm planning to vanish.
That last venture turned into a bit of a nightmare,
the one with the eggs.
- What happened? - The egg man dropped down dead,
leaving me half a million in debt,
and since you're not allowed to be an MP and a bankrupt,
off I pop.
I swear, a man is not allowed to lose his money these days
without everybody making a fuss.
And what's the next adventure?
America. A man can start again there.
And escape a furious wife.
How is the new girl? Is she any good?
She's the love of my life.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I shall miss you, Besselli.
And your nonsense.
I don't suppose you'll be back.
I doubt it. I have left a bit too much damage behind.
Well, who knows where time and tide will take us.
I'll see you again, old friend.
I hope so, and I really am sorry.
She was a wonderful girl.
Of course, we still have that unfinished business.
- The Scottish matter. - Really, though, do you think?
You told me he was divorced.
是的 但是我给了他一些钱 就到此为止了
Yes, but I sent him some money and that was that.
I can promise he's gone. He's not going to bother you anymore.
Just let me give you one last piece of advice, old man.
Leave Norman Scott alone.
She had terrible nightmares.
Who did? Caroline?
She'd wake up screaming.
Every single night.
In the end, she was too scared to go to sleep.
Started about a year into the marriage, about the time
that she spoke to the madman on the phone.
Yes, but you can't think that's his fault.
祝你一路顺风 彼得 祝你生活美满
I wish you a safe journey, Peter, and I wish you a happy life.
And then I wish Norman Scott to be killed.
If this is going to be a regular thing,
I'll have to buy myself a Thermos.
I'm sorry, who are you?
Gwen Parry Jones.
村子里的 我以前是邮局局长助理编辑 但现在
From the village. I used to be the sub post-mistress but now...
..Now I'm free as a bird.
Right, well, what do you want?
This is for you.
Come on, take it.
And if you want sugar, I brought a little pouch.
Talk of the village, you are,
arriving like a visitation.
I'm sure you understand this isn't my chosen habitation.
I'm owed some money by...
Well, let's say by an influential gentleman.
Well, we've all been talking.
John Jones said..
.."He must be a hermit."
Buddug said, "I bet he's an artist,
because you were wearing a scarf when you arrived.
Mind you, some of the boys have been saying awful things about you,
and I told them, I said,