Isle of the Dead

15 years ago, I saw the wrong
and gave up selling these things.

It is enough now for me to live with them.
I bought this house from Madame Kyra.
She consented to stay on with me.

Thanks to her, the house remains Greek.
I might have turned it into
a bit of Switzerland, where I come from.

But won't you please
meet my other guests?

It will be a great pleasure for them.
I'm Oliver Davis,
correspondent for the Boston Star.

Master soldier...
My guests are travelers,
refugees from your battle.

They crossed over to the island
to avoid the shelling.

We had to destroy the bodies.
In the fires we burned them all.

There was one among them,
an evil one, wicked.

Go on with your nonsense, old woman.
These are new days for Greece.

We don't believe
the old foolish tales anymore.

You do not believe?
Look there.
There is one who is pale and weak.
And upstairs, there is one
who is rosy and red and full of blood.

Get on with you. Find younger ears
to listen to your nonsense.

General Pherides, this is Mr. St. Aubyn,
British Consul from Adrianople.

My congratulations, General.
A fine fight, sir.

But a little inconvenient for travel.
There will be no more fighting here.
The enemy is in retreat.

- Good.
- And Mrs. St. Aubyn.

Robbins, Henry Robbins, tinware.
Best grade. Lowest prices.
Robbins is no robber.
- Aren't you a little out of your territory?
- That I am.

I'd give all the blooming statues in Greece
for one whiff of fish and chips.

- For one peek at Whitechapel.
- Each to his own taste.

I'm going back
on the first boat to England.

I'm for the sound of Bow Bells, I am.
I'm not well. Something's wrong with me.
An odd way to explain plain drunkenness.