i beat him, papa.
me too.
hi, gordon. no response. ben does a double-take and stops playing.
isn't this jonathan's day to help you?
what for?
chris, jonathan was fifteen, like me. would you use force on me?
and who would do the work?
the work, who'd do it?
good night, papa!
oh, papa! susan appears at the door with a cup of coffee. she's had a bath -- her hair is wet -- and she's in her housecoat. ben and johan don't notice her approach.
did you see gordon?
did they say anything about jonathan?
papa.
stanley's here, papa.
it was in the five o'clock news, papa.
a brandy?
what's everybody yelling about?
what's papa done, anyway? if something happened to him, wouldn't you be upset?
there must be easier ways of getting your name in the paper. before she can stop herself, susan slaps him across the face, although not hard. johan leaves without a word. she clutches her hand, shocked at having it against him.
in the study. i'll get him.
i don't care! it doesn't hurt me! susan stares at him, at ben, turns abruptly, walks out of the room. johan looks at his father.
it was my friends, dad. they're so stupid.  they won't listen. they don't even want to know what you're trying to do. he's crying.
yes. i know.
don't stop, dad. you mustn't give up now!
papa! papa!
what's happened?
was last year's turkey as big as this, papa?
as big as this table.
a brandy, papa?
is there any other exit, papa?
maybe she can't find her bag.
i don't understand, papa.
i took it out. hide it in my secret place.
somebody has dropped it through the door.
i'm nearly ready, papa. ben examines the unstamped envelope with his address, with curiosity then opens it. the contents is wellington's affidavit.