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Could you persuade those people outside

to save so somewhere else, Nuscar?

I think they're in their rights.

Dr. Martian?

Yeah, underneath my window if you want to be exact about it.

If you want to be really exact about it,

they're inside my skull.

They're doing the Lord's work, sir.

You have a hugely enlarged thyroid, Mr. Rawlings.

The Goida.

I'm going to try it. That's what we call it.

You're a big man and you've got a big heart.

But this chap here, the disease gland,

has done your pump no bit of toad.

They're not for this, sir.

Well, now, it sounds right, doesn't it?

Out with a knife and...

If I did that, I would kill you.

Never.

This thing here releases a chemical,

a hormone we call it that stimulates your heart.

And you've had more than your fair share of that chemical in recent months, eh?

Has it get bigger, the bigger the discharge into your bloodstream?

But then you see, your heart was already as wonky as could be.

What I'm trying to say is...

You can't help me.

I'm truly sorry.

This is you say, I can't help you.

I'm in God's hands.

Has he no chance at all?

He's been running bricks out of the bar just since he was 12 years old,

up on one and four plank.

Can you imagine that?

He fell as an ox.

The thyroid toxic causes has finally done us hard to.

An operation really killed him.

Yes, I'm certain.

It's your opinion.

I'm certain.

Well, is there something wrong with that?

We'll keep him in for another week.

Maybe we'll find a hostel that'll take him in.

He can't go back to sleeping rough.

He must have been a fine-looking man in his prime.

Where are you?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to prime.

You going out?

I have business for a couple of hours.

Of course, if that's inconvenient.

No, no, not at all.

Stop bristling.

Going out, are we?

For two hours, yes.

If that's all right with you and the good lord above nurse car,

what's he got in?

Maybe it's a woman.

Get on with your work and mind your own business.

Why's that sack of potatoes I told you to get?

Maybe he's gone and got a religion.

Everyone else has.

Only if I was good.

Sydney.

I can't get potatoes in or move.

Only if I was good, it starts somewhere else.

What up, West?

Back glass of paper, Mr. Roolings.

Old Pact?

Have you helped your sisters?

What about Colonel Watifield? Are you taking him?

We don't know why we have to go, Papa.

We're not going holiday on a train.

Colonel Watifield and I, we...

I truly am very busy. You can understand that.

I'm doing what I think is best.

Why don't you tell us why?

I have no choice.

Come downstairs and help your auntie go in with the others.

Come on, Colonel.

Down in.

Name's Daisy Jenner.

Sit down on this bench.

Something wrong with your face.

Took her to the East London.

You want to treat her? No money.

Yes, all right.

Oh, no money.

Dead drunk. Can you wait?

Do you know her?

She's more trot on the windshield.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

She lives down our way.

I'll set your fix here.

Did you just wrinkle a rangeled mercenary?

You're a hold your tongue, boy.

One of the doctors will see her.

After she's sewed up.

Mr. Roolings.

You should be aggressive.

I was looking for your nursery.

Oh!

Could I see Mr. Matthews?

Yes! Mr. Matthews!

Someone!

Oh, I've been a bad girl and I'm sorry.

I want to see Mr. Matthews. I want to be safe.

Dickens is this.

I'm sorry. I've been a wicked young god's punishment.

But Mr. Matthews, they come off your way, Mase.

I'm getting someone. I can't take no more.

No, look, what's going on, darling?

What on earth is she talking about?

You have nothing to blame yourself, poor Joseph.

A good lord understands how it is.

I'm sure he does.

These things happen.

Come on, children. Don't turn away your faces like that.

Hey, I couldn't see. It was the poor dabs.

Oh, does the driver know how to find Paddington?

Gwen, you mean well?

Girls, help your aunt.

You don't want us anymore.

You know it isn't like that.

You don't want to go to the country.

You'll enjoy it once you're there.

Look, shall I write to you?

No, no, wait a minute.

Perhaps you might have kissed them and given them a hug.

And now we shall miss the train, not sure of it.

Drive on.

Move on.

Oh, wait.

Oh.

He's a tooth.

Well, I need you to join the medical staff,

so I'll invite you.

She's a neighbor.

Clear off.

She's your name again?

Daisy.

Well, Daisy, who ever told you to pull to sister, do you know favours?

Polish jinnie.

Polish jinnie has varneal pulled the abscess clean through your cheek.

You've left us too long.

A working girl top top.

That doesn't help.

If I massively infected tooth which has poisoned your jaw

and is making this hole in your cheek,

I've heard the clap recently.

Who hasn't?

It's a foolish jinnie who looks after that too, does she?

You're a fool, Daisy.

You know that.

All right.

We can maybe do something for you.

Give me the gin.

Come on, girl.

I'm not stupid.

I can't operate on you if you're three parts cut.

What?

Jinn.

Come on.

Mr Matthews be coming.

Mr Matthews.

The warts?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Dr. Brown.

Good morning, Dr. Brown.

I have heard a great many good things about your work here.

My name is Charles Matthews.

He's come to wash away our sins.

As he indeed.

Do you have a practice, Mr Matthews?

Until the day before yesterday, I did not have this coat.

But Naskar has told us that you're a healer.

I have healed people that is of no great importance.

I mean to anyone else other than the afflicted.

May I be told why you are here now, sir?

Mr Rawlings asked.

Mr Rawlings?

Yes, for a visit from...

Yes.

Have you come here to do some healing, Mr Matthews?

Are we falling down in the job?

I shall quite understand if there are medical objections.

Dr. Marshall.

Wait a minute.

Let me get this clear.

I've diagnosed in an operable condition in this particular patient.

And now suddenly you come along.

Do you have any faith?

Dr. Marshall.

Oh, enough of this. Thank you.

I have what to do.

I have a great deal of faith.

He's your patient, Dr. Marshall.

And more is her.

George.

Didn't we share a cross that bread, Lance Jan?

We did, sir.

Christmas Eve.

In Walker Street.

I sang you a hymn my mother told me.

I remember.

Your mother was a door-sit woman.

She was Mr Matthews.

Don't be afraid, George.

God bless you and keep you, Mr Matthews.

What is this?

What is going on?

What is this we're witnessing?

The laying on of hands?

No, just a moment.

Get away from my patient.

Damn you!

Dr. Marshall!

I would like this man to leave the hospital now.

Well?

I see.

Dr. Marshall.

I have upset your colleague.

I think he's right and you had better leave now.

All of you?

Tell us this man.

This doctor...

Have the power of life and death, over you all?

He...

He...

Alone, I don't think so.

Mr Matthews, please, sir.

God will decide the fate of who lives and who dies according to his lights.

God...

Not some man in a black suit, don't you know that?

Don't you feel it?

You have some grief in you, my friend.

God, in heaven, Mr. Rawlings.

He's the Mackest!

You can't do it.

He's just fine, tell me.

Wonderful news, Dr. Marshall.

It's Mr. Rawlings.

What about him?

That's right, doctor.

That's what he is.

A miracle.

The goiter was measured by myself in this car the day before yesterday,

as having a circumference of not less than 10 inches.

The patient had complained of several fainting fits or blackheads,

which he ascribed to a lack of food in the effects of a severe winter.

And his heart rate was excessively high?

Mm-hmm.

And so I concluded that the thyrotoxic coasters had greatly overstimulated a heart

already damaged by extreme physical labor.

May I?

Sit forward, please.

Mm.

And how does your heart feel now, Mr. Rawlings?

Any singing?

Mr. Mack, he's not done it.

This is not a side show to circus nurse cars.

Come on, back into bed.

Back into bed.

Now, it's back into bed.

Daisy, I see you.

Back into bed.

The choir, will you?

Has there ever been a case of spontaneous remission?

I've never seen one.

The reduction is truly incredible.

Maybe.

But I don't believe the original diagnosis was wrong.

No. I'll put it more positively.

I will state my reputation on it being right.

Then...

He has to stay under observation.

We, uh...

Let me help you, Dr. Martian.

If he is cured, then he is cured. How or why?

But it is perfectly obvious that he is not cured.

Cannot be cured.

Then where is the greater mass of the quarter?

It just can't be.

And where do you think you're going?

I want to see Mr. Matthew.

Look at me, Daisy.

Don't be a fool. Get back into bed.

You believe for seconds. I know you do.

Do as I say.

Everybody except them in there can see it.

Matthew's touched him and he was cured.

Where's Mrs. Sutton?

She's gone. And I'm off out of here with her.

This is Sutton's discharge.

Well, she's gone. That's what you mean.

It's unblocked for mashed up hand.

We all want to see Mr. Matthew.

Get back into bed, this is...

Oh, yeah, you would say that.

Don't care.

Daisy, listen to me. Get out of the way now, scar.

Will you go back into the hospital at once?

At once, do you hear me?

Dr. Marshall.

Three, three, four, go.

No, please.

Don't want your own warning.

Get away from me. I'm going to stand there.

Slang out, hunk.

Please, Dr. Marshall.

Mr. Matthew's coming away so julgy ruins from the day of the day.

Go on.

Great, sir.

Let the beer exaltation let them like them understanding.

Stream no upon us.

Praise him indeed.

I'm going to tell you one last night.

Hey, hey, you don't know.

If you leave this hospital now, if you leave now, don't expect to walk back.

Can you hear me?

You come back now and never again.

Mr. Marshall, think on your seat.

Don't be behind me.

You're behind me.

I've been able.

Don't stop me, Dan.

He's punished me for a moment.

He waits.

You have an infected John's beginnings of general blood poisoning your stupid girl.

If you don't get treatment, though...

Oh, look.

I'm going to die.

Is Joe's going to die?

Dr.

Are you happy with what you've done, nuss, car?

What I've done!

I think you've gone mad.

Very well, I am sorry.

I apologize.

You're upset and confused, obviously.

Yes, I am.

I think I am.

Can we discuss this rationally?

I would have made the exact same diagnosis of Mr. Rawlings the exact same.

Indeed.

Whatever the case, there has to be a medical explanation.

If you'll allow me to say so, Dr. Marshall, I'm going to say that.

You're torturing yourself unnecessarily.

Is that how it seems?

That's exactly how it seems.

You cannot accept it, can you?

What?

Except what?

Hasn't God given us a miracle?

Do you speak to Sydney about the fact that you're a criminal?

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Do you speak to Sydney about the state of the store?

I'm as soon as convenient.

Thank you.

Well, George, some doctor I've done there to be.

Any more surprises for me?

Well, I, doctor.

Can you play the piano all of a sudden or speak six foreign languages?

What are you saying anything else?

I think you should come to the house this evening and look through my father's library.

Wouldn't it be easier to cry hallelujah and call upon the choir celestial to give us gatens?

There is a medical explanation for this.

Do you think so?

Yes.

What else?

Before you tell me what nurse car or anyone else believes, I will tell you that you're still a doctor and Rawlings is still your patient.

That's the way I see it.

And no, please give me all your attention, Joe.

That is the only way to see it.

I have no great confidence in finding anything in your father's medical library or anywhere else.

Then perhaps you're in the wrong profession.

Is that really what you want me to say?

At what time tonight?

Well, miracles, I find a few in far between.

Human errors far more common.

Mind you normally in the latter case, the patient dies.

Please father.

Oh, come on now, Ellen.

I grant you, there's a good enough of need to this.

But which would you rather have?

The hand of God or a two-hated diagnosis by a busy and an overworked doctor?

He's coming over tonight to ransack your library.

Good.

No.

Not ransack.

Ruffle, maybe.

And that's all?

Yes.

Yes, that's all.

Do you always read in your shirt sleeves?

Goodness.

You also hum quite a lot when you read.

Oh, well, the children.

Joe, what is it?

I'm sorry, this is quite terrible.

Never mind that.

Tell me what has upset you.

Look, I bet it's...

I owe it to you to explain.

I've sent the children away.

The girls, I sent them away.

But why?

Things have only gone wrong for weeks, more truthfully for months.

And I'm very sorry to hear it.

I can't call up at all managing the house.

Since Sylvia's death.

Yeah.

Since Sylvia.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You know that I'm busier than ever at the thrift.

And I want them to think of it that way, but...

You're right.

I haven't come to town with what happened to...

With the way that it happened.

I'm sorry.

This is quite unforgivable.

I'm sorry.

This is quite unforgivable.

But the situation you find yourself in, it need not be permanent surely.

I think that it will.

Go in.

My wife's sister.

She's a kindly responsible person at heart, but the plain fact is that...

I'm not able to look after them properly myself.

We all make sacrifices.

But it seems to me too much to ask that you choose between being a doctor and a friend.

You cannot let go your children.

This other thing that's happened.

It should have nothing to do with it.

No, this is quite terrible.

I wish you'd unburdened yourself to me much earlier.

It's small wonder if...

Yes, exactly.

Small wonder if it has affected my work.

But I haven't said that.

No.

It's not your very kind.

But the only possible explanation is that you're not a good person.

The possible explanation for what's happened is that I missed the hag nose.

Sydney, get in here, boy.

Good morning.

Wow.

Does tea in the pot would you like some?

No, thank you.

Have you come back to see your hander welcome Mr. Rawlings?

It's true that I would like your permission to speak to him, yes.

Is that asking too much?

No. That's very civil.

Does it give you a fine feeling all this, huh?

Come on, man. You have half the East End wanting to kiss your hand.

What is it?

It is nothing at all. I can understand your position, Dr. Marchin.

No.

Wait a moment, it is something.

You better sit down and have that tea.

Are you ill, man?

You're holding yourself very awkwardly.

Don't be afraid of me.

Sydney!

I do not want this.

No, but I want you to have it.

All right, I will rephrase the remark.

I have no need of it.

I'm surprised you can even talk.

Your body's been in spasm for a quarter of an hour or more.

Can you lift us down?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can you lift us leg, woman, eh?

No.

You have some power over me.

Is that it, Docs?

That's a funny way of putting it, Mr. Matthews.

Where's George?

George, are you there?

Will of no mum but jumbo.

I took you from a more intelligent man motion.

Thank you.

Trust me, George.

There's your man there.

Look at him carefully.

He needs my help and I need yours.

And what am I supposed to do?

Believe me, George.

Even to take your hand like that custom excruciating agonies.

He's paralyzed, George.

No.

I think I can be certain of that. Thank you.

God will watch you every minute.

God will watch you every minute.

No, we're not talking about God.

We're talking about a tubercular spine.

No scar.

Put screens around this patient and undress him.

Cut his clothes from him.

Sense, Sydney, for Dr. Bramwell and have him tell her that it is extremely urgent.

No.

I'll say something for you, Matthews.

You have a very high opinion of your own powers of recuperation.

Could you not let your body do the talking for once?

No.

The screens around this bed must go.

Should I send Sydney to the Bramwells?

Yes, maybe.

Yes or no?

Have him take an oath from me and then lock the front door.

Lock them?

I'm not about to have a hundred or more hymns singers in here, Nuscar.

Mr. Matthews is dying, woman.

Do as I say.

I think you're right, and it is tuberculosis.

Why do you think he came back?

Why?

He said...

I think it's a hospital and that it may have been an unconscious cry for help, for treatment.

But there is more to it.

I think there is more to it.

This is very hard for me to say, understand?

Nevertheless.

I think it's personal.

This is something.

Some battle between me and him he wants to wage.

God forgive me if I'm wrong.

What does he want from you?

I wish I knew.

I am trying very hard not to despise him for the torment that he's thrown me into.

There is nothing personal between us, Dr. Posh.

Except...

Except I found the emptiness in you.

Was that so very hard to find?

I suppose they told you my wife died.

And it doesn't make you feel guilty.

Guilty?

Why should it?

But I think, perhaps it did.

And even if it was so, is that any business of yours?

Yes.

It doesn't like me, do you?

No.

You ask me and I will tell you.

You're a vain and I think a cruel man.

Maybe, sir.

I said, why are you afraid of me?

I don't know.

Don't you believe I have a power to heal the sick?

As far as the remission of the goitus can sound.

We are not talking about rulings now.

Me?

You're talking about me?

Aren't you in pain and suffering?

It is real as a broken loop or anything else.

Including this?

This is an example of your terrible vanity, Matthias.

I'll have no more talk with this. Do you understand?

What would it take to fill your hearts again?

Leave me be.

What would it take?

A nice car.

A nice car.

You may not have faith any longer.

But you have stopped at a cross.

Someone who does.

This can't be happening, can it?

Yes.

It is an agony.

It is a pandemonium.

A agony.

Matthias.

You're going to kill yourself.

Stand away.

Get away.

Look on this. Doctor.

And ask yourself which of us?

Ask yourself which of us stands nearer than the sight of God and his understanding.

Don't you see that?

Don't you feel it?

I'm losing my way, Sylvia.

I'm losing my way, Sylvia.

I don't know what I believe in.

I'm losing my way, Sylvia.

I don't know what I believe anymore.

There's so much I need to explain about the children.

There's a man.

A terrible fool you married.

But I'm sorry, excuse for her husband.

Battlefield surgery, for example.

One soldier has his leg amputated without an aesthetic.

He dies of shock.

It is comrade of comparable weight and physical condition survives.

Why do you think that is?

People would say it was to do with character.

I would have said that myself at one time.

One soldier better than the other.

But now...

I had a patient in here the other day.

He was so eaten up with cancer that it was incredible to think he could still be numbered amongst the world of the living.

And yet there he was.

Confidently talking about taking his wife, his family, to the family.

I was so happy to see him.

But there he was.

Confidently talking about taking his wife, his family, to the south seas.

Let me think.

I think you should look at this.

It's my chaperon Oliver, University College.

Adrenaline.

My sister count for your man's apparent magical powers of recovery.

Yes, but of course.

I said it might account for it.

Mr Matthews has obviously got incredible faith.

And the will of iron, he has character.

But he also has chemistry on his side.

Kate?

Yes, Miss.

You've been stolen.

Father has stolen you.

He'll been out seeing Miss.

Shall I fetch some tea, sir?

Am I not?

No, no, I must get back.

So what do you think of Harley Street, Kate?

Is it to your taste?

Without all the old people it'd be a lovely place to live, Miss.

Shall I call a cab for Dr. Brownwell, sir?

Yes, please, Kate.

In the conventional manner, if you please.

Yes, sir.

She likes to whistle them down.

Dear splitting.

I have not seen the paper.

It may explain his ability to throw off the paralysis, at least temporarily.

A trouble persuading Naskar on a friend of that.

Naskar is not a doctor.

I want to propose something to you.

In both cases, George Rawlings and Matthews, there may be a hormonal explanation

that the endocrine glands have in some way acted or interacted.

The thrift is nearly empty, Dr. Brownwell.

And why?

Because the neighbourhood thinks we have failed to understand the presence among us of someone sent from heaven.

That is the mildest way of describing what they think.

Adrenaline is just a long word that nobody understands.

You can touch Matthews.

While he lives.

What is happening to you all?

I've had to remind Naskar that she is a nurse, do I really have to remind you that you were a doctor?

Today? Yes.

Then I'm ashamed for you.

I do not want a bleeding heart for a colleague, Dr. Marsh, and I took you to be something tougher than that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can I see the paper you spoke of and anything else that might bear on the subject?

I don't want to press you.

The strongest feeling that you did?

I'm sorry.

This has to be resolved.

I'm not talking about the thrift.

People who break their legs falling off landers will still find their way here whether directed by God or not.

I'm trying to get Naskar to see this. The thrift will survive.

This is about you.

Well, I understand what I read when I've read it, do you think?

Your friend, the tuba player,

publishes a broadsheet of uncanny yellow paper called the Clarion Call to God, which would you rather ponder, Joe?

One way or another, I would like to get back to where we were a few days ago.

If you're going to call me Joe from time to time, Dr. Bramwell, do you think I could call you Eleanor once in a while?

That's what we want. The Dr. Marsh and we all know and respect.

Get out of here!

Get away!

Oh, what have you done?

Daisy, what have you done?

All this time, I wanted him to come.

I look from everywhere.

Ain't gonna help me.

Leave me, babe!

You like how Polish Denny? Tell her to go down to the thrift.

Leave me! Get down to the thrift. She's gonna die, don't you understand?

What, me? Yes, you.

Go on.

Who are you?

There is a bed, seeing a mister.

What are you talking about?

Next car, get the surgical box and follow me to Marshall Street as fast as you like.

Is it Matthews?

Bring those bandages and some Lysol.

Marshall Street, behind the soapbox.

Get me through!

Get this dog out of here.

We'll make that out to her.

Yes, Sydney.

There's a very nice car. The artery is untouched.

You did the right thing, boy.

She's not gonna bleed to death, so don't worry about all the...

She's bumming up.

I'll try to sponge her down.

Again, fast class.

Alright, listen to me, both of you.

Certainly clear the lining of all these gopas and get us some kettle of boiling water.

I'm up and down if you can find one. Go on, up to it.

Great, this car. Let's try and make this pigsty a bit more intercepted while I see two of these cuts.

We shall need more light.

Leave it to me.

You, Ginny. Get some men and empty this room.

Understand? Everything outside the bed, everything.

Maybe it's not your place. Not yours, all this is hers.

Unless she's a very lucky girl, she won't need fun as it ever again.

Good lads, fit on the floor.

Maint yourself, everyone.

Is she gonna do it?

She's not.

Sheets it, man. And a good size table like a real table.

Out the way. I hear the sheets.

Then go and get them.

Pull down all the rubbish off the walls.

Underneath all the war paint, this is a stronger woman.

Mr. Charles is gonna be a difficult drain and she's burning out the fever.

And a septusemia with the submental glands and iron lars.

Under these things, the pus should help resolve the infection.

Good.

Good.

Thank you, nice car.

You there, Sydney?

Yes, Doctor.

Very well.

We're gonna try and get it back to the thrift.

I want you to get two strong men.

Wait! And I'll trust a little boy or something to carry her on.

Can you do that?

I'm the fever.

You can't leave it here. We'll take the risk.

Hey, John.

Hey, John.

We'll take the risk.

Did you know that girl depended on your helping compassion, Mr. Matthews?

There's a journal.

Yes.

A poor, stupid creature kept from proper care by your reputation as a great healer.

Are you pleased with yourself?

If she is worthy in the sight of God, she will live.

If she is worthy.

I can't get out of my road, Mr. Matthews.

What is her temperature?

102.

I'll be back to see her in a moment.

Is it true what Sidney told me on the way over that Matthews refused to help that girl and that's why she...

...did what she did, so we had.

And here's a brute.

Is that all he is?

Yes, and you'd better understand me.

He is a brute.

No, he isn't.

Thank you for coming.

It's very late.

I'll examine her in a moment.

Thank you for sending the note.

Sidney told me what happened.

I have to go back, obviously.

Don't see why you should.

Well, he was at one time a patient at this hospital.

Yes.

Yes, I see.

But if he chooses not to come in for the last few hours or days he may have on this earth,

you've done all that anyone could do.

I've sat here thinking about that.

It's the truth.

That girl is alive because you were alive and in the world, not Matthews, you.

I came back here tonight to tell you that as much as anything else.

I won't let her die.

You understand?

I have to find him.

Yes.

I understand.

Here.

Don't be hard in last car.

She believed in him.

And tonight has changed her?

It has changed everything.

Is the girl alive?

Yes.

I feel perfectly free to abuse me for what I did.

I shall die believing it was right.

I want you to come back into the thrift.

As George Rawlings left the hospital.

This morning.

Was it a miracle of some kind yet?

It was healing by God's power.

Matthews, he must realize by now, man, that I'm dying.

Yes, I accept that.

But does it have to be here in such misery?

Here is as good as anywhere.

Did you love her?

Who?

Your wife?

Isn't that the grief I saw inside you right from the start?

I will answer for you.

You loved her once.

And after she died, you wished you had loved her more.

Not though, man. Not here.

But this is partly why you came.

She died a horrible.

Perhaps an unnecessary death.

But you were not to blame.

There are some things you can't control.

Do you think I don't know that?

You're in danger of forgetting it.

God plays his part in all things.

You are a fine doctor, but that's not everything.

Someone else saved rulings.

Someone else is seeing over me.

And you must believe someone else was watching over Sylvia.

I loved her as best I could.

Yes, of course.

No one can say more.

That's what you came to say.

That's why I have wasted.

I'm not going to do that.

I can't.

I think you must.

Not today.

I know it's something you want to do and I'm happy to be with you.

Besides.

Vicki.

I'll walk back to the station and wait for you.

Such a face.

You won't stay with me.

Vicki, your father's waiting.

Do you know why I came?

Because it's going to be more than a holiday.

Yes.

We always knew that.

But it's not forever.

I haven't given you a way.

I just couldn't go on as it was.

I could look after you.

Aunt Gwen says I can cook as well as she.

Mollie and Florence can clean.

I came here to tell you the truth.

I want you to stay with your Aunt Gwen for more than a little while

until I get things straight and conceive.

They say the light at the end of the tunnel, don't they?

It won't be forever, Vicki.

I promise.

And how long?

It's for Kennedy.

Not a day longer than it takes.

It means you may have to go to school here.

Nor listen.

And settle yourselves as the little regiment of marshams camping out amongst the Indians.

Meanwhile.

Colonel Waterfield places himself under your command.

Come back to the house, Pa.

Not today.

See a man just recently said,

had an empty heart.

Maybe that was true.

It was becoming true.

A stupid man.

No, no, no, you're not a stupid man.

You see?

Have you ever seen this river?

Yeah.

If I come back to the house now, I shall blub in front of your sisters.

And fathers don't do that, do they?

Give me a kiss.

Here are letters for all of you.

And one for Gwen.

But you'll come back soon.

You have no one.

I'll be back soon.

Thank you.

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