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(guitar music) (feet clomping)
- [Announcer] Sound speed.
A mark. (group laughing)
And board on scene.
(announcer speaks faintly)
B mark.
- Camera's set - Band's set.
- [Announcer] We're recording.
- [Crew Person] Do we have all full stage, Hans?
- [Announcer] Okay, cut.
Standby and,
(clock ticking)
- It is time.
(groovy music) (latch clicking)
(bell ringing) (door creaking)
And I'd like you to meet her.
- In Ankara, I once met a magician
and his show was unlike anything I'd ever seen.
Such tricks, such incredible imagination.
And the audience clapped like
we had seen the resurrection itself.
And the next night,
he was at the bar at my hotel.
And he sat with his cards and his drink,
and I should have left him alone,
but I couldn't.
(cards shuffling)
- Normal deck?
Please.
- [Miss Flower] How do you come up with such tricks?
- A magician never reveals his secrets.
But lemme tell you this,
I spent my life around extraordinary things,
extraordinary places, extraordinary people.
(groovy music continues)
Are you extraordinary, Miss Flower?
- Are we extraordinary, Miss Flower?
(dramatic music)
- [Narrator] When was the last time you received a letter?
An actual handwritten letter,
maybe from a friend, maybe from a lover
where there's their sent and the ink bleeding onto the page?
A personal, private, permanent connection
with another human being.
Letters are more than just words on a page.
They're time capsules filled with fears, dreams,
laughter and tears.
They're souvenirs of who we were and who we hoped we'd be.
After Miss Geraldine Flower passed away,
her daughter found a box filled with hundreds of letters.
It is a real treasure trove.
These letters then made their way into the hands
of Miss Emiliana Tarini
and more importantly, into her imagination.
(groovy music continues)
- To be honest, I always know when a song is waiting for me.
It hangs over me,
right here just out of reach like a spectre.
But sometimes you're scrambling around
trying to feel something and you get kind of desperate.
You are waiting for something to ignite
and burn a hole through
and lead you right to the end
to commit, to obsess.
This box of letters did that to me.
- [Miss Flower] I can see you think you know me better now.
- We all know you now.
I mean, you were here for all to see.
- What did you find?
- "And so we shall meet in December,
where the pines rise
and there, we shall marry." - Which we didn't.
- Well, poor boy.
"I am in withdrawal from you.
I shake like a Prague junkie." (Miss Flower laughs)
- "Like a Prague junkie," really?
- Ah.
This the,
"The light here is dim and low gold."
- Was he, - "The only illumination
is the memory of your hands on my-"
- Enough?
I was hooked.
I mean, there's enough love in these letters
to fulfil a person for 100 years.
- Come on. They're just letters.
- Letters open people up in ways that
nothing else really does.
- Well, when I read them,
I feel like I'm living your life.
There's mystery, excitement,
the men, the obsessions.
And the first letter I picked up was "Miss Flower,"
what we call "Miss Flower" now.
And reading that letter was exhilarating
'cause it was kind of this 60, sexy, funny,
witty, passionate and that was the letter,
before I read any others, that ignited this idea that
I wanted to go to the studio and write a song from it.
- "As the day dawns dark and windy,
with a hint of a splash or a shower,
there is only one thing on my mind,
a warm kiss with Geraldine Flower.
Edgy.
It may not be Shelly, Keat or Byron,
but it's not bad for so early in the morning.
You are, I imagine, still in bed.
So I sit here and contemplate
how our last night, a night to remember.
The chemistry was wonderful.
Even Cockcroft and Walton splitting the atom
does not compare.
There are so many images
I can't decide which one I will enjoy the most.
Will it be the gaze of your eyes across the table
or your unique way of polishing Joni Mitchell
before playing her?
I've just finished mowing the lawn.
It remained a labour less of love than necessity.
As I swept backwards and forwards
striping my way from one border to the next,
I needed a little stimulation to keep me going.
And so I thought of you.
I imagined you as so many things
and then as a wine.
How would such a wine taste?
From where would it come?
I consulted the world Atlas of wine
and it told me Australian wine is hot right now.
That sounded promising as there's
certainly a warmth running through your veins.
So please Miss Flower, be gentle with me.
Let me take a few delicate sips to start with
before I drain my glass dry.
I look forward to our tasting.
♪ I have just completed mowing your lawn ♪
♪ It remains a labour less of love ♪
♪ But the need to be around you ♪
♪ And the grass keeps growing and so needs cutting ♪
♪ So I'm there for the doing
♪ And I go backwards
♪ And I go forwards
♪ Striping my way to the borders ♪
♪ Looking at you through the windows ♪
♪ I want to taste you
♪ Taste your lips, feel your hair ♪
♪ I wanna breathe you
♪ Taste your hip, your skin
♪ I wanna own you
♪ Taste your mouth, taste your fingers ♪
♪ I wanna love you
♪ Taste your breath, your sweat ♪
♪ Let me adore you
♪ Now I try to imagine you a wine ♪
♪ What sort you'd be and how I would describe you ♪
♪ I read the vine, you come from grows on hot land ♪
♪ There's a heat running through your veins ♪
♪ I feel it now in mine
♪ These wine's a sensation
♪ Now wouldn't you agree
♪ Miss Flower
♪ I want to taste you
♪ Taste your lips, feel your hair ♪
♪ I wanna breathe you
♪ Taste your hips, taste your skin ♪
♪ I wanna own you
♪ Taste your mouth, taste your fingers ♪
♪ I wanna love you
♪ Taste your breath, taste your sweat ♪
♪ Let me adore you
♪ Could I have put it any better ♪
♪ No
♪ What more can I learn but from the master ♪
♪ Labels can be extremely helpful to the initiated ♪
♪ And bewildering to the newcomer ♪
♪ So remember Miss Flower
♪ Be gentle with me
♪ A few delicate sips to start with ♪
♪ Before I drink my glass dry
♪ To appreciate the vintage
♪ To enjoy the richness
♪ And fruit to the full
♪ Could well take several hours ♪
♪ If not days
♪ Or much longer
♪ Your answers whispered in my ear ♪
♪ Welcome
♪ I want to taste you
♪ Taste your lips, feel your hair ♪
♪ I wanna breathe you
♪ Taste your hips, taste your skin ♪
♪ I wanna own you
♪ Taste your mouth, taste your fingers ♪
♪ I wanna love you
♪ Taste your breath, taste your sweat ♪
♪ Let me adore you
♪ Taste your lips, feel your hair ♪
♪ I wanna breathe you
♪ Taste your hips, taste your skin ♪
♪ I wanna own you
♪ Taste your mouth, taste your fingers ♪
♪ I wanna love you
♪ Taste your breath, taste your sweat ♪
♪ Let me adore you
♪ Taste you
♪ I want to taste you
♪ Love you
♪ I wanna taste you
♪ Taste you
♪ I want to taste you
♪ Love you
♪ I wanna taste you
♪ Taste you
- To the extraordinary Miss Flower.
- [All] To the extraordinary Miss Flower.
- [Miss Flower] How sweet you are.
Now tell me what more did you discover?
- [Emiliana] Men proposing marriage,
men in financial distress,
men declaring their secrets, - Men declaring their secrets,
their inner most desires,
men begging for forgiveness,
men telling me to believe in myself,
men locked in loveless marriages searching for a way out,
men writing from the corners of the globe,
men becoming different on the page,
men enthral of memory,
men enthral to memories yet to come,
men telling me of love as though I have not lived it,
men saying more than their words can carry,
men talking in code.
- She said code. - That's what she said,
"Code." - I know we were supposed
to think these are love letters
but Miss Flower, they're are codes, are they not?
This here.
- [Agent] Clear as day, spy craft.
(tape reeling)
- [Agent] Tell me about this man.
Tell me about his codes.
- No comment. - Right.
Well, then listen to this,
- "Dear Geraldine,
our first encounter is still vivid in my mind.
I hope you're still in London because I arrive soon
and long to enjoy some more summer walks with you.
I expect to land on August 10 or 11.
In order that we can meet,
leave your current phone number at one or,
of the following places.
One, Gulf Air.
I will arrive on this flight unless it is,
two, Egypt Air, Tuesday morning,
three, American Express,
and four, Park Lane Hotel.
When I leave,
I will meet with my father who's visiting Istanbul.
He was telling me how to find the caves.
We'll explore it there.
If you don't receive this letter in time,
let us meet at noon Sunday
in front of Westminster Abby."
(upbeat music)
♪ I hope you're still in London. ♪
♪ I soon will be
♪ And want to take some more pleasant walks with you ♪
♪ Right after, I must head to Istanbul ♪
♪ You must tell me how to reach ♪
♪ That fascinating cave city you explored ♪
♪ Now leave your address and phone number ♪
♪ At all the places I wrote you ♪
♪ In case you don't receive this letter by Friday ♪
♪ Let us plan to meet at noon Sunday ♪
♪ In front of Westminster Abby
♪ You live by a mantra that describes you well ♪
♪ Be curious, not judgmental
♪ I don't know why I suddenly remember that ♪
♪ Our encounter such a pleasant memory ♪
♪ You are easy to talk to and hard to forget ♪
♪ And no, I still haven't been to the Scottish meadows ♪
♪ You know that dream
♪ It still keeps coming back to me ♪
♪ I stand by lake pitch black in the full moon ♪
♪ This mirrors perfectly on the still surface ♪
♪ So still is the water
♪ You see every detail and every texture ♪
♪ So undisturbed that when I enter ♪
♪ It's as if entering into
♪ Pitch black oil
♪ Moonbeams strike the waves
♪ Making white lights flow and dance ♪
♪ On the branches of a tree that bows above me ♪
♪ The quality of that moment passed me by ♪
♪ The perfection of it somehow uneventful ♪
♪ Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror ♪
♪ Of nowhere to hide
♪ A blow back, I left traces
♪ And it hurts the regret, stabbing at my chest ♪
♪ I lived most of my life behind the curtain ♪
♪ We are only as sick as our darkest secrets ♪
♪ I look down not expecting to see my hand in the dark water ♪
♪ But there it is
♪ Under a perfectly clear almost hyaline surface ♪
♪ It seems paler then it really is ♪
♪ Ripples circle my body, gliding forward ♪
♪ Over the perfect mirror-image of the night ♪
♪ Obscuring the detailed textures of the forest ♪
♪ And disturbing the twinkling light of the stars ♪
♪ That cover a pretend sky
♪ Moonbeams strike the waves
♪ Making white lights flow and dance ♪
♪ On the branches of a tree that bows above me ♪
♪ The quality of that moment passed me by ♪
♪ The perfection of it somehow uneventful ♪
♪ Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror ♪
♪ Of nowhere to hide
♪ A blow back, I left traces
♪ And it hurts the regret, stabbing at my chest ♪
♪ I lived most of my life behind the curtain ♪
♪ We are only as sick as our darkest secrets ♪
♪ In case you don't receive this letter by Friday ♪
♪ Let us plan to meet at noon Sunday ♪
♪ In front of Westminster Abby
♪ Moonbeams strike the waves
♪ We are only as sick as our darkest secrets ♪
♪ Moonbeams strike the waves
♪ We are only as sick as our darkest secrets ♪
(radio chattering)
♪ Oh, take every breath from me ♪
♪ Act without questioning
♪ Do what you came here to do
♪ And in the end
♪ It won't mean much to you, mm ♪
♪ Meet me at the waterhole
♪ There's a shadow in the water ♪
♪ And if you flinch it will get you ♪
♪ You got my back, I got yours
♪ Yeah, meet me at the waterhole ♪
♪ There are ripples on the surface, mm ♪
♪ We got to run, run, run
♪ You got me, I got you
♪ But you messed up
♪ Oh, really, really messed up
♪ No, you messed up, oh
♪ You messed up
♪ Now you really messed up
♪ No, you really, really messed up ♪
♪ Messed up
♪ You messed up
♪ You really messed up
♪ You really, really messed up
♪ Messed up
♪ You messed up
♪ You really messed up
♪ Meet me at the waterhole
♪ There's a shadow in the water ♪
♪ And if you flinch it will get you ♪
♪ You got my back, I got yours
♪ Yeah, meet me at the waterhole ♪
♪ There are ripples on the surface, mm ♪
♪ We got to run, run, run
♪ You got me, I got you
♪ But you messed up
♪ Oh, really, really messed up
♪ You really, really messed up
♪ Messed up
♪ You messed up
♪ You really messed up
♪ But you messed up
♪ Oh, really, really messed up
♪ Really messed up, oh
♪ You messed up
♪ Now you really messed up
♪ No, you really, really messed up ♪
♪ Messed up
♪ You messed up
♪ You really messed up
♪ You really, really messed up
♪ Messed up
♪ You messed up
♪ You really messed up
- [Miss Flower] "As usual, your letter writing is gripping
and a masterpiece of counterpoint.
Reading between the lines, rightly or wrongly,
I feel that you are posing the following question.
Do I love and want you or not?"
- [Love Interest] "It is so difficult
to write in the structure of feelings between us.
The valuable intangibles is somewhat shaken,
like urgently trying to get a message across phone line
and not knowing whether the other person
is really receiving or even willingly receptive."
- [Miss Flower] "Your last letter seemed to me
to be riddled with hidden meanings."
- [Love Interest] "Do you realise you have written me
37,271 words in your letters."
- [Both] "Meanings."
- "Do I love," - "I was intrigued
by your letter mentioning
the unhappy November deportation date.
You would need serious countermeasure plans
to return to Britain.
One sure way of ensuring your return would be of course,
to get married to a Britisher.
I don't know if this is in the back of your fertile mind."
- So was he spy?
- Those letters were from two different men.
- That were both spies?
- One, I thought so the other,
- Well, tell me about the other then.
- Oh Reggie, he wrote the most beautiful letters,
pages and pages long.
I collected them from post boxes all over London.
Post boxes all over London.
And then you left him.
- No.
I left for Australia.
My visa was coming to an end.
Look, what can I say?
There's no proposal.
What could I have done?
- "Darling, Flower child,
you must quite rightly wanna know why on earth
I let you return to Australia.
This abrupt break off must seem nonsensical and pointless.
We had walked along the way together
to the point where the only sensible thing
left open to me was to marry you.
I can't stop thinking about our goodbye,
at least my part in it.
You were so very brave.
I think I kept my defences up to the end
so it wouldn't be difficult for us.
But I hope you know how I felt.
Your plane was late taking off.
They closed a viewing area.
So I scuttled to the top of the highest building.
From my distance,
the aircraft appeared to hover over the runway.
Didn't shoot straight up,
but it was a perfect takeoff.
I got back around 1:00.
I had the rest of the Frankfurters
and then did the washing up.
I put the tranny on for company.
They say the shock of emptiness is often delayed.
The flat is so wretchedly silent now.
It will take me some time to adjust.
- [Crew Person] Okay. Ready Phil?
- [Announcer] So straight away.
You cut to three.
(crew chattering)
♪ You know where I'm coming from ♪
♪ Oh, say something
♪ You had no right to weave your heart to mine ♪
♪ Mm, undress yourself
♪ Old man, laugh all you want
♪ Oh, mind yourself
♪ Dreamer, what you hope to find ♪
♪ Oh, it's my secret
♪ Long days, everything changes ♪
♪ You never asked to stay
- Wait, wait.
Stop.
(feet clomping)
- [Crew Person] Okay, cut.
We're going on VAC.
(feet clomping)
- [Emiliana] But it didn't end there.
There were years and years of letters
- [Miss Flower] That you know there were.
You've read everything.
- [Emiliana] Did you love him?
- [Miss Flower] Yes, I loved him but it was always ending
and always beginning and,
- But not like, - No, not exclusively.
No.
For love to endure it has to be precarious.
- [Emiliana] Maybe you didn't wanna hurt him.
- [Miss Flower] I don't know.
I was always open about my other lovers.
He knew all about that.
- [Emiliana] And he was never jealous?
- Maybe. - You're still recording.
- [Miss Flower] He wasn't above,
playing tricks on me there.
- [Emiliana] What do you mean?
- Alas, my lover affair broke.
I lost again and I am left scarred
Lady K wormed her way into me,
captivated me with my desire to possess her
and her effusive charm.
I am inconsolable.
My heart lies broken like shards of ancient pottery,
broken because it has known of this beauty
and lightly tasted her promise.
Lady K has beguiled me with her siren call.
It is a delectable madness.
You said the death barrier had no custom duties.
Lady K is 70 years old.
She's 28 feet long and delightful.
(seagulls squawking)
♪ I have been waiting to tell you ♪
♪ It's hard to find the words
♪ But my secret's out and running rife through London ♪
♪ And I can not bear you hearing it from someone else ♪
♪ Today my love affair broke she left me inconsolable ♪
♪ She captivated me, beguiled me like a siren ♪
♪ Want to possess her to own her lovely lines ♪
♪ My heart is slow to want and slow to act but when ♪
♪ It catches fire it's almost spiritual ♪
♪ My obsession with the lightness of her promise ♪
♪ Thought I was put here on this earth to serve my goddess ♪
♪ My Lady Kerylos is 28 feet long and ♪
♪ You wouldn't know it she is 70 years old ♪
♪ We spent one summer on her at the Isle of Wight ♪
♪ We had no money to take her out the boat yard ♪
♪ So we just pretended we were far at sea ♪
♪ And little Zoe captained our wildest dreams ♪
♪ We fought monstrous seabirds for precious chips and ♪
♪ Sailed along colossal creatures into giant waves ♪
♪ It was to be a surprise
♪ But like Americans, money speaks loud ♪
♪ A wealthy one came along and paid ♪
♪ Double in a suitcase full of cash ♪
♪ I had booked the first passage through France ♪
♪ That is how I took Lady K for granted ♪
♪ But Lady Kerylos and I were not to be so ♪
♪ Another dream explodes and joins ♪
♪ My heart like faded confetti
♪ On the bottom of the seven seas ♪
♪ I so wished to sail my special Lady K ♪
♪ My Lady Kerylos and I were not to be so ♪
♪ Another dream explodes and joins ♪
♪ My heart like faded confetti
♪ On the bottom of the seven seas ♪
♪ I so wished to sail in my special Lady K ♪
♪ Mm, jealous yet
♪ I can sense it through your letter ♪
♪ Deep grooves almost tearing through the paper ♪
♪ Though this fills me with a wicked sense of pleasure ♪
♪ Now you know the truth about my ♪
♪ My Lady Kerylos and I were not to be so ♪
♪ Another dream explodes and joins ♪
♪ My heart like faded confetti
♪ On the bottom of the seven seas ♪
♪ I so wished to sail in my special Lady K ♪
♪ But Lady Kerylos and I were not to be so ♪
♪ Another dream explodes and joins ♪
♪ My heart like faded confetti
♪ On the bottom of the seven seas ♪
♪ I so wished to sail in my special Lady K ♪
(waves crashing) (seagulls squawking)
- [Announcer] Okay, everyone.
Let's take a break.
(feet shuffling) (waves crashing)
- [Crew Person] I heard she had nine marriage proposals.
- [Crew] Apparently, this is an infraction crisis.
- [Crew Person] She was friends with these two guys
who got drunk and bought a lime company.
Geraldine would sometimes coax him for it.
(items rattling)
(items clicking)
(feet shuffling)
(gentle piano music)
(gentle piano music continues)
(feet shuffling)
- [Announcer] Okay, we're back on. Positions, everyone,
- [Emiliana] Are you sitting comfortably?
- Let us begin with the question,
who is Miss Geraldine Flower?
Born in 1947 to parents who met in Britain during the war
but came from opposite sides of the world.
Her father, Jack, was in the Air Force
and came from Australia.
Her mother Audrey was in the Wharf,
and came from Dublin, Ireland.
Their three children, Paddy, Geraldine and Mona
grew up in Newcastle and Sydney, Australia.
Geraldine attended Abbotsleigh, a progressive girls school.
The Headmistress, Betty Archdale,
was an extraordinary woman.
During the war, Archie headed a team
of female code breakers.
She captained an all women's cricket team.
And at Abbotsleigh, she reformed discipline
and introduced sex education.
Miss Archdale provided a written reference for Geraldine.
(dramatic music)
"To whom it may concern.
Geraldine Flower has been at Abbotsleigh since 1960.
Geraldine is an intelligent girl.
She passed the intermediate in 1962
and is sitting for the leaving this year.
Geraldine has great vivacity in boys.
She's still lacking in self-control,
but when she learns to concentrate,
she'd do very well indeed.
Geraldine is charming and friendly
and gets on well with everyone.
Your sincerely, Ms. Archdale, Headmistress."
Geraldine started off as a cadet
at the Australian Broadcasting Commission,
then at the Macquarie Broadcasting Service
where she earned a glowing reference.
- [Crew Person] Standing by.
(feet shuffling)
- [Announcer] In her capacity as secretary,
Miss Flower's speed, accuracy and reliability
more than matched the high demands of this position.
A great deal of this work
was of a highly confidential nature.
Miss Flower's intelligent
and mature application in her duties,
her initiative and alertness of mind,
consideration and sincerity
and her willingness to cooperate at all times
has established most favourable impressions in the mind
of the chairman and his directors.
- In 1968, age 21,
she relocated to London,
relocated to London.
The colour pallette changes from sepia to Kodachrome.
(feet shuffling)
- [Crew Person] Cameras rolling. Action.
(birds chirping)
(upbeat music)
♪ Its a beautiful day
♪ Strolling down Black Lion Lane ♪
♪ There is music playing
♪ There is a party in my head
♪ That feeds my steps
♪ Geraldine you spend like there's no tomorrow ♪
♪ It don't exist yet
♪ You're always late still you keep us waiting round ♪
♪ Without you we're a mess, yeah ♪
♪ Put your shades on as I am aglow ♪
♪ Feel like dancing, dancing down the road ♪
♪ Put your shades on as I am aglow ♪
♪ Feel like dancing, dancing down the road ♪
♪ Clouds are in the way
♪ Yeah, I don't mind
♪ Daydreaming away in a slice of sun ♪
♪ I wanna be like this forever
♪ Be like this forever
♪ Clouds are in the way
♪ Yeah, I don't mind
♪ Daydreaming away in a slice of sun ♪
♪ I wanna be like this forever
♪ Be like this forever
(Emiliana singing in foreign language)
♪ Put your shades on as I am aglow ♪
♪ Feel like dancing, dancing down the road ♪
♪ Put your shades on as I am aglow ♪
♪ Feel like dancing, dancing down the road ♪
♪ Clouds are in the way
♪ Yeah, I don't mind
♪ Daydreaming away in a slice of sun ♪
♪ I wanna be like this forever
♪ Be like this forever
♪ Clouds are in the way
♪ Yeah, I don't mind
♪ Daydreaming away in a slice of sun ♪
♪ I wanna be like this forever
♪ Be like this forever
♪ Clouds are in the way
♪ Yeah, I don't mind
♪ Daydreaming away in a slice of sun ♪
♪ I wanna be like this forever
♪ Be like this forever
♪ Clouds are in the way
♪ Yeah, I don't mind
♪ Daydreaming away in a slice of sun ♪
♪ I wanna be like this forever
♪ Be like this forever
♪ Clouds are in the way
♪ Yeah, I don't mind
♪ Daydreaming away in a slice of sun ♪
♪ I wanna be like this forever
♪ Be like this forever
♪ Clouds are in the way
♪ Yeah, I don't mind
♪ Daydreaming away in a slice of sun ♪
♪ I wanna be like this forever
♪ Be like this forever
(crew laughing)
(crew applauding)
- [Crew Person] Come on.
You know you don't wanna do the, (indistinct)
(birds chirping) (cars swooshing)
- She relocated to London,
relocated to London,
taking a secretarial job at The Daily Telegraph.
With journalistic experience behind her,
Geraldine was offered an assignment by The Daily Express.
"Dear Miss Flower, this letter confirms
the following arrangements between us,
that you will send to The Daily Express
occasional reels of films
together with descriptive stories
taken during your three month tour of the Middle East.
I have advanced you 50 pounds
towards the expenses of your trip.
Should you fail to gain publication in The Daily Express,
you undertake to repay to the company
25 pounds of the advance.
She stayed in close contact with her family.
(button clicks)
- [Miss Flower] "Hi, there brother."
- "And many, many thanks for saving me with the money.
You cannot imagine how panic stricken I was
and how desperate.
I should tell you the story if,
promise not to breathe a word or even a hint of the oldies.
So crazy because everyone's entitled to a solicitor
and I certainly couldn't afford one.
And it seemed as if I was going to have
to do the whole bit on my own.
And at first, I refused to think about it.
And then as it got closer and closer
to my court appearance, I was gonna go right out of my mind.
All I wanted to do was hit my head against the wall
just because I was so boggled
every time I thought about what I was gonna say,
and even if I was able to speak.
Because on the night that I was arrested
and taken down to Chelsea Police Station,
I was so frightened.
I couldn't even get my name out.
So on Sunday night I sat down
and I tried to think rationally
and decided that no matter what,
regardless of the cost,
I must get myself a solicitor.
And I would phone you to see whether or not
you could lend me something to ease the problem.
The money you've lend me is such a good help.
I have 30 days to pay the fine,
but I also owe the flat agency 20 pounds
and 20 pounds for the month's rent due tomorrow,
and an overdraft,
as well as various clothes of mine,
and various dry cleaners all over London
that I can't afford to get out. (chuckles)
Oh, plus 10 pounds on the telephone
and 15 pounds to the solicitor.
It's all been so costly.
I've been in a complete state, I can't tell you.
Plus I'm still owning up about Reggie.
And John, Reggie's best friend, is all hung up about me.
And back in the flat, Ruby is close to a nervous breakdown,
crying, moaning, tearing at her hair all the time
'cause she's hung up about this friend of mine, Danny.
Life is just so bloody complicated.
Jesus, it's all too much.
London is too much,
and I would love to wander a bit.
My feet are so itchy."
- I feel I should clarify a few things
about that letter to my brother.
It's a crazy stupid story.
I was sharing a house with my girlfriend and these two guys.
And one of them was pushing hash
and he gave me some Turkish,
which he said was too nice to sell.
I've never been that into it.
So I've put it in my handbag, forgot about it.
Oh God, they thought we were the straightest birds ever.
We moved out soon afterwards.
And moonlight lit.
(lighter flicking) (gentle music)
And one night, I was working late
and I had to trek down to the 24 hour post office
in Trafalgar Square.
I was completely plasmarized.
So this guy helped me stick all the stamps on.
He asked me to have a drink with him
and I thought, "Well,
yeah, he's quite nice looking,
very well mannered."
And afterwards he said,
would I mind if he saw me home as he had nothing to do.
So we go back flat and I gave him some coffee
and he starts telling me all about hash
as though he is the biggest head in the scene.
And I tell him about the stuff that I've been given
just by way of conversation.
And he reckons that we ought to roll a joint then and there.
But I refused.
There was something that made me wary of him.
So I told him straight that he must be gone.
The next day he rings up and he invites me out to lunch
and I say, "No, I can't make it."
Come Sunday, the doorbell goes
and it's this bloody bloke.
So we have some coffee and talk and then,
then things get kind of paranoid
and he tries to race me off.
And I tell him, "No, it's just not on."
And he gets quite vicious and sarcastic.
Come Monday, he rings me and says, I've gone off him.
And I said, "Look, I was never on you."
He calls me a bloody provincial bitch
and slams the receiver down.
That night, when I got home from work,
there were these three CID detectives waiting.
They take my handbag, find the hash and arrest me.
I'm taken off to Chelsea Police Station shaking all over.
I needed to borrow money
because the bloody magistrate refused me legal aid.
My solicitor was great and told my boss,
who's quite an impressive guy,
and said he would testify for me
and wouldn't hear of me being deported,
which was my big fear.
- Letters weren't the only thing that we found in that box.
Exhibit A.
- [Miss Flower] That's my song from Harold.
We met when I was working
for an in-flight magazine in the Caribbean.
♪ I don't know if it's love
♪ I don't know what it is
♪ I must
♪ Be a fool
♪ Forgive what you did
♪ Long time ago
♪ Put that aside
♪ I still love you so
♪ Beautiful flower sky defined the lines ♪
♪ And disassembled
♪ Your skin on mine
♪ Everything changes
♪ Lost in sequence of our fate
♪ Another reason you won't
♪ Hmm
♪ You won't forget about me
♪ Tonight I will make you see
♪ You won't forget about me
♪ Hmm
♪ You won't forget about me
♪ Though I know I must set you free ♪
♪ You won't forget about me
♪ So let's keep dancing
♪ Dancing
♪ Let's keep dancing
♪ Dancing
♪ Ooh
♪ Don't know if it's love
♪ Don't know what it is
♪ I must be a fool
♪ Forgive what you did
♪ Long time ago
♪ Put that aside
♪ Still love you so
♪ Hmm
♪ My lady blossom
♪ I won't ask you stay
♪ Just for tonight
♪ Let's fly away
♪ No right, no wrong
♪ Lose yourself in me
♪ Here's another reason you won't ♪
♪ Hmm
♪ You won't forget about me
♪ Tonight I will make you see
♪ You won't forget about me
♪ Hmm
♪ You won't forget about me
♪ Though I know I must set you free ♪
♪ You won't forget about me
♪ So let's keep dancing
♪ Dancing
♪ Let's keep dancing
♪ Dancing
♪ So let's keep dancing
♪ Dancing
♪ Let's keep dancing
♪ Dancing
♪ Ooh
♪ Don't know if it's love
♪ Don't know what it is
♪ I must
♪ Be a fool
♪ Forgive what you did
♪ Long time ago
♪ Put that aside
♪ Still love you so
(crew chattering)
- [Announcer] Go ahead and cut.
(crew cheering and applauding)
(button clicks)
(tape jamming)
(button clicks)
(tape rewinding)
- However, after a few years,
Geraldine moved back to Australia.
(dramatic music)
- [Emiliana] Did you love him?
(plane whining)
- Tweets.
- [Miss Flower] Seemed to me
to be riddled with hidden meanings.
- [Reggie] If you sincerely
feel blocked in Australia,
then it's easy to arrange a rescue operation.
- [Miss Flower] Do I love?
- [Reggie] I do see
there is a non IATA airline
that flies out of Australia right down to south end on sea,
where I could be waiting with the getaway car.
I could certainly find a ferry for you.
So the escape hatch be open to you reasonably quickly.
- Spy.
- I left for Australia.
My visa was coming to an end.
- And Scott was in Australia.
We found so many letters from Scott,
pages and pages at the time.
- Yes, he was more articulate on the page
than real life, I think.
- "I have typed this letter three times.
The first was too emotional
and that seemed to me to be a lack of faith.
The second was almost perfect,
but it came out stilted and sounded like a machine.
Tonight I hope to capture how I feel
without it sounding like words."
- But it wasn't just the letters,
between them there were telexes,
so many telexes.
(dramatic music)
- "It's," - "A long,"
- "Lonely," - "Land,"
- "Without," - "Your hand,"
- "Or," - "Your hair."
- "And," - "The silence,"
- "Over there." - "Stop."
- "Phone call," - "Was beautiful."
- "Stop." - "End of,"
- "Second," - "Month,"
- "When you," - "Receive this"
- [Miss Flower] "Stop."
- "A three," - "Word,"
- "Letter," - "Would be"
- "A poem." - "Stop."
- [Emiliana] "Flower,"
- "Am sure of," - "Your,"
- "Love" - "And absolutely,"
- "Faithful," - "Stop."
(dramatic music continues)
- "This," - "Is not,"
- [Miss Flower] "Propaganda stop."
- "I am not," - "Drinking you,"
- "Out of," - "My mind."
- [Emiliana] "Stop."
- "Have," - "Come,"
- "To terms," - "With,"
- "My real," - "Self,"
- [Miss Flower] "Stop."
- "Don't," - "Bite,"
- "Your," - "Nails,"
- [Emiliana] "Stop."
- "I have been," - "In a fight,"
- [Both] "Stop."
- "It knocked," - "Out,"
- "The sadness," - "Stop."
- "No obligation," - "Stop."
- "No duty," - "To respond,"
- [Miss Flower] "Stop."
- "But a," - "Three word,"
- "Letter," - "Would be,"
- "A poem." - "Stop."
- "It's a," - "Long,"
- "Lonely," - "Land,"
- "Without," - "Your hand,"
- "Or" - "Your hair,"
- "And," - "The silence,"
- "Over there," - "Stop."
(dramatic music continues)
- It couldn't last.
I needed to return to, - Reggie.
- [Miss Flower] England.
- [Emiliana] Oh.
And Scott kept writing and writing, you know.
- [Miss Flower] Writing and writing.
- "Flower, after you left,
I would go out and get drunk
and play our songs on the jukebox.
Sometimes some bastard would come over and say,
'Ah shit, it's only a fucking Sheila, mate.'
And I would think, 'Christ,
it's not only a fucking Sheila, it's my Flower.'
When 'Leaving on a jet plane'
by Peter Paul and Mary came on,
a guy said, 'Listen sport, I'm tired of that.
You've played it six times.'
My childish ego forced me to my feet like karate kid.
I got one blow in but he was a real pro.
My left eye swelled up till it closed
and my right cheek swelled up till I couldn't talk.
That knocked some of the melancholy outta me,
I can tell you.
The second time I slept with Marilyn,
I was so gut shatteringly desperate
for the lost love of you.
I had so much stored up emotion for you in me, not sexual.
It was pure bloody love.
I was inside her and just laying there
and my huge loneliness must have mentally
welled into her mind and she said, 'I love you,'
but she didn't and I did not love her.
I just held onto her and I came.
It was yours."
(sombre music)
"Dear Flower, the chain is now perfect.
I have removed a knot, which seemed as old as hell.
I took over an hour
and it was an incredible challenge of ingenuity
and gentle loosening of the link structure.
Did you know of the knot.
It seemed extremely symbolic, even supernatural
as I unmeshed those tiny fine threads of gold.
♪ There, the chain is now perfect ♪
♪ I removed a knot as old as hell ♪
♪ It took me over and hour
♪ Then an hour over that as well ♪
♪ Did you know of the knot
♪ It seemed symbolic, even supernatural ♪
♪ That I unmeshed the tiny thread of gold ♪
♪ Now nothing stills my hope
♪ The sun and certainty
♪ Will bring again
♪ You private sound to my ear
♪ Then Marilyn laid down on my bed ♪
♪ Marilyn and her big soft breasts ♪
♪ Marilyn put her lips to mine
♪ Inside, Marilyn, you are mine ♪
♪ Out loud, I said I love you
♪ Then Marilyn said it too
♪ And Marilyn stayed
♪ Then so did you
♪ I apologised to your mother
♪ Your face, I didn't mean to
♪ I want to destroy you
♪ To then heal you, kiss you, comfort you ♪
♪ Make love to you
♪ The villain and the hero all in one ♪
♪ I don't know where it comes from ♪
♪ This thing inside, I can't control ♪
♪ Does he love you like me
♪ Sometimes even dangerously
♪ Does he make you feel safe
♪ Is your love exhausted
♪ He just there to still the current ♪
♪ It's a long lonely land without your hand ♪
♪ Or your hair and the silence over there ♪
♪ Don't marry him
♪ Then Marilyn laid down on my bed ♪
♪ Marilyn and her big soft breasts ♪
♪ Marilyn put her lips to mine
♪ Inside, Marilyn, you are mine ♪
♪ Out loud, I said I love you
♪ Then Marilyn said it too
♪ And Marilyn stayed
♪ Then so did you
- There's so much power in these letters.
The snapshots and fragments of the men that wrote them.
You always get to bear witness to their life and love.
But it became apparent that it was not enough.
There was a voice missing.
(gentle music)
I was under a lot of pressure to finish the record
and I couldn't.
I was in your upstairs apartment with a high fever,
and as my fever rose,
I kind of saw you there
sitting at a table with Janice Joplin
and Learner Cohen smoking cigarettes and playing cards.
And I was begging you, "Please, we need your voice.
We need to have you in this record."
And you kind of just laughed at me like.
I begged for your help.
And the next day we found this,
a poem to Reggie
written by you
in a place that we'd looked many times before.
Will you read it?
- "When we are making love,
I feel I'm up on the highest Himalayan mountain
and the hundreds of gods in the Golden Valley
below us striving to reach us.
When we are making love, there is no bed, no floorboards,
no peeling walls or ceiling.
We are floating over the shrines
of the fallacies among the flowers.
The only walls are your legs and arms entwined
so warm and strong.
And the ceiling explodes
when we are making love.
♪ When we make love
♪ I feel I'm on the highest mountain ♪
♪ And the hundreds of gods in the golden valley below ♪
♪ Reach up to us
♪ We are the sun
♪ When we make love
♪ There is no bed, no floorboards ♪
♪ No peeling walls, no ceiling
♪ Floating over shrines
♪ That rise among the flowers
♪ The only walls your legs and arms entwined ♪
♪ So warm and strong, with mine ♪
♪ When we make love
♪ Misplaced words align and turn into a poem ♪
♪ Sorrows turn to blossoms
♪ We are ancient and just born
♪ Time happens all at once
♪ When we make love
♪ I remember summers smoking cigarettes ♪
♪ Blowing smoke bubbles in a swimming pool ♪
♪ Bikinis and rainbows under sprinklers ♪
♪ When we make love
♪ Summer rains on hot streets
♪ Suncream on warm skin
♪ Lemonade and night swims, wearing nothing ♪
♪ When we make love
♪ I remember summers smoking cigarettes ♪
♪ Blowing smoke bubbles in a swimming pool ♪
♪ Bikinis and rainbows under sprinklers ♪
♪ When we make love
♪ Summer rains on hot streets
♪ Suncream on warm skin
♪ Lemonade and night swims, wearing nothing ♪
♪ When we make love
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(sombre music)
- "In Ankara, I met the magician
who told me to always surround myself
with extraordinary people.
♪ Ooh
♪ Oh-ooh
♪ Something I am torn with maybe saying ♪
♪ Ooh
♪ Time fades
♪ All the same
♪ I touch your skin
♪ I know it well
♪ I touch your skin
♪ I know it well
♪ You gave me your soul, your soul ♪
♪ And a sky of worlds to lie under ♪
♪ A sky of worlds to lie under
(piano music)
(piano music continues)
(dog panting)