START: Henry: Wine?... That’s not like you.

Elizabeth: I bought a bottle at the off-license. An Australian claret. It’s a little heavy.

Henry: Robust, I think they call it. Like the people. Apparently. (He moves to the window and looks down to the street below.) Have you heard? The Soviets have invaded Czechoslovakia.

Elizabeth: No. I missed that.

[... … …]

END: Elizabeth: I have feelings for you, Henry. That’s why I’m sending you away and not turning you over to the authorities. I love you. Strangely, as abhorrent as this is, that hasn’t changed. I imagine it will in time and whatever I feel for you will turn, but now… I still love you. But you’re a thief. Instead of a loaf of bread you have stolen the future. And I will remove every trace of you from Gabriel’s life. And every time the