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1959. A sunny day in March. MICHAEL’s bed has been moved beside open windows so he can profit from the weak sun. He is sitting up, working on his stamp collection. CARLA is moving round behind him, tidying the room.
CARLA
How are you feeling?
MICHAEL
Better. By the way, I meant to tell
you, the day I got ill... a woman
helped me. A woman in the street.
CARLA
She helped you?
MICHAEL
Yes. She brought me home.
CARLA
Do you have her address?