This is our truth, tell us yours
Kellogg, Vera and Brooke are sitting in a comfortable room, fitted out with sofas and soft furnishing. Ana can see herself in the mirror. She cannot see that behind the mirror Bacchus and Gently are watching. Bacchus looks hungover. Gently looks appalled, and as if he wants to cry, sucking miserably on his cigarette.
KELLOGG; Tell us about your inner goddess Ana.
KELLOGG: We’ve been reading your diaries Ana.
KELLOGG: As Vera says, sometimes an inner voice is just an affectation, and sometimes it’s an indication of something more traumatic. Which do you think it is Ana?
ANA: Are you serious?
KELLOGG: Of course we are. Given all that has happened, we need to understand what we’re dealing with…
ANA: I’ve asked myself the same question…
VERA: (sotto voce but clear) Away with the fairies…
The camera cuts back to Gently and Bacchus.
BACCHUS: She’s mad sir, it’s obvious, we’re wasting our time here.
GENTLY: Got somewhere else you want to be John?
BACCHUS: I want to be doing proper policing sir, not messing about with people who should know better but don’t know the time of day.
GENTLY: Have I ever told you about the people alongside me at Anzio John?
BACCHUS: You don’t mention the war sir.
GENTLY: Well let me tell you now John. When the guns stopped and the fighting hit a lull, there were men round me who made no sense at all. The Angel of Mons John? It made perfect sense to men who’d lived through a barrage or who’d run up those beaches.
BACCHUS: With respect sir, she didn’t liberate Italy, she just fell for his money.
GENTLY: Assumptions John, they’ll get you every time…
Brook opens the door, and lets Bacchus and Gentlyy out to a courtyard where their car is waiting.