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I'm insult Mr. Barclay. Throw away the best opportunity we've had.

You see a great big exciting future every time you close your eyes, do you?

You're very fortunate. All I see is a crying child.

Mmm.

We'll have no obscenities, no blasphemies.

Mr. Barclay is a decent respectable man.

We won't upset him.

Spectable will invest in that white rose.

Watch your tongue.

Do you know, nurse?

Rose has had a professional gentleman visit in over years.

I don't want to hear anything about any gentleman from you, Miss.

You don't know what the word means.

Cover yourself up.

Pull your hair back.

Tie it back. Good heavens. What have you put on your face?

It's just a bit of colour.

Rouge. She's only rouged herself like the harlot she is.

Scrub your face, Miss.

We'll not.

Well, do you know, on this?

A nice pink glow.

Still, nurses never blush today.

Things they see and things they do.

Is it true what they say about nurses, is it?

I just think it's a hopeless task.

But what were teaming London millions?

Why must you alone look after these people?

Rescue, ten men, men, men, men.

I don't, who will? There's no one else.

You said you loved me from my independent spirit.

Must you have quite so much of this?

It's how it comes.

Bucket loads.

And I let her go.

You weren't to know.

I should have known.

This is absolutely damn ridiculous.

If the colonel knew I was training around brothels,

he'd call you a little.

He'd recommend you for promotion.

Sweetheart, the chances of coming across the right house,

let alone getting an honest answer.

Oh, God.

What have I just stepped to?

Hell, you'll get a knife in your ribs.

Excuse me, you were a woman and a little girl.

The woman's name is Mrs. Landers.

Mrs. Landers, Sally Landers, a madam.

She's done the child. Do you know where she is?

I'm not that sort of girl.

We don't give her taslots sort of girl you are.

Do you know her? Think about Sally Landers.

No! Get off me. I'm not done.

I don't know.

Two weeks, Eleanor.

When I traipse off to be shot at,

I can think of better ways to spend my last few days of freedom.

There are times when I feel I just don't know who you are.

There are times when you want me to behave like a soldier.

I don't want to be.

I'm supposed to be off bloody duty.

Do you really want me to...

Sally into these alleyways by hoping like a drawing room for?

I can't imagine you ever being that.

Then follow me.

Let me do all a talking.

My wealth is nothing.

And that it used for the glory of God.

Everything we have is his.

And should we return to him with interest.

I'd like to tell you a story.

It's true story.

It's about a young man who thought he had everything.

Thought he knew everything was wiser than anybody else.

But he was heading for a fall.

Everybody else knew it except himself.

And when it came,

it's Verocity left him breathless.

He was bankrupt, robbed of his small fortune, his future.

He was disgraced.

He was brokenhearted.

That young man was me.

Even if I knew where to start looking, I just can't leave everything.

Wishing was a dead Joe.

I forgot to say.

Well, listen, you care about her.

Instead of her being the brat of some tart, you know.

What's the worst that can happen to her, eh?

When I started when I was eight, I'd done me no one.

You're the child's mother of her.

She's your responsibility.

I have more than duties and responsibilities.

And ambitions.

Look, if there's anything I could do for Dora, I would.

There isn't.

I'm sorry.

We've managed to tie tears a little, but of course, the stove isn't drawing yet.

And we have no proper sluice room.

Have you met Dr. Martian?

Briefly in the auction.

Oh, you doctor.

Probably.

It should have been whitewashed before the patients were admitted.

But it was an emergency.

It will, of course, be scrubbed from top to bottom.

Beware the whitened sepulchum, Mrs. Bruce.

That which appears pure to the human eye, but conceals foul sin and corruption.

Adam.

Madam.

Receiving good Christian care, then, are we?

You won't be laugh.

I've had enough bloody heams and tart-ass bitches to last me a lifetime.

We ain't going any back here on the half, yeah?

Polly, that's enough.

And all these women were caught in the fire, were they?

Yes.

I had to look along to Mr. Barclay.

I think you were misinformed.

I think you'll find the house was a brothel.

Of course they'll be moved as soon as they're able to a more fitting institution.

Of course.

Well, all in all, with a few reservations, which I'm sure we can deal with, I'm satisfied with what I've seen.

We'll install a new stove and sluice room.

I'm afraid we'll have to cast out your new laboratory, but, sir, I'm optimistic.

I won't be expansive for small room, a few basic instruments.

I'm my frugality but not too small.

I let started with me to go on, trusting in God who provides all good things.

When we let him.

Now, I'd like to tell you all a story.

It's about a young man.

Maybe, can't we, sir?

A precious uni-phone.

A precious uni-phone.

Call back under your stove.

Don't you argue.

Please.

Son, it's on Mrs. Landers. I just want Mrs. Landers.

Get out of her way.

Hey, go on, yeah.

Bloody old chap, huh?

Come to you for a stay with me.

It's all he wanted, shall he, Landers?

What do you know about it?

It's on you, won't it?

Attention.

That's all you're getting.

What do you know about Sally Landers?

Sir, Bob's not much.

I can't do my patience.

All right.

She's gone.

Where?

She says she's gone to keep pigs in the country.

What's she know about pigs, sir?

Dora.

Did she have a little gold, love?

Keep her over, love.

She's not the motherly soul.

What did she do with a child?

I don't know nothing about no child.

Did you see her leave?

Yeah.

Just her and her bags.

She's gone, mate.

Scarmored.

You can keep your lawnmower and find her.

But if she gets sick, I keep him pigs and comes back.

I'll tell her to use asking her after all.

Sweetheart,

you can end up with a knife in your chest.

I'll be in no end of trouble.

You can come home.

I tried to stop you.

I tried to tell you.

Haven't you done enough for this poor bloody wrench?

Don't call her that.

Just leave if you're going to be so horrible.

Go away.

Leave.

I'll find her.

How?

Will you burst in on every prostitute in London?

Where have you drawn the line?

Chatham?

Don't worry.

She could be anywhere.

Wherever she is, I put her there.

I'm culpable.

It's my fault.

It's not your fault.

You've devoted your life to helping these hopeless people.

You're not her mother, Eleanor.

She's not our child.

And she was.

Don't be so bloody ridiculous.

I'm having your child, isn't it terrible?

Oh God.

I'm having your child.

And I can't bear it.

I can't bear it.

I didn't get Tommy.

I've got to say, Eleanor, you should have told me.

No.

No, it was a mistake telling you there was no point.

Oh God, I'm tired.

I have to find Dora.

Tomorrow we'll find her together.

Tomorrow.

Now please, let me take you home.

What?

Nothing.

You were going to say something for Heaven's sake, say it.

It's just I thought.

You're a doctor, Eleanor.

I thought you wouldn't let this happen.

So didn't I.

No.

Thank you.

I'm going to take you home.

God forgive you, Miss.

God forgive you.

I was going to take you home.

I assume we get away from this bloody place in New York to Africa the better.

Not a good night, sir, Miss.

That's something stupid.

Yeah, it said something so bloody stupid you could groan at the thought of it.

Grown, wretch and fencer.

Then I'm particularly good at saying stupid things.

I'll sneak off after Sears orders, son.

You do that, sir.

Sir, throw yourself on a mercy.

I'll just forget it.

I'll just forget it.

She came home hours after the householder retired and left again before breakfast.

I thought she'd have been here, will I?

Well, something must have been to the Veen.

Oh, no doubt. Something I meant to uniform.

We're expected in Mr. Barkley's office in 30 minutes.

We all have to come in her place.

I'm not good at that sort of thing.

Well, as long as you don't run off with a soldier, you'll do.

The boy's called for a cab. You can familiarise yourself with the figures.

While we wait, the new ward will cost £500 a year to finance.

We're around the whole place. Clinics and all of us than that.

Oh, yes, but that was in the bad old days, Dr. Martian. B.B. before Barkley.

Before Bruce. Sorry, Mrs. Bruce.

No. I'd like to think so before Bruce.

I'd like to think that I'd made a difference.

I never thought that this place would be so...

But it's very... exciting, isn't it? Rewarding.

I think so.

I've led a calm and comfortable life, Dr. Martian.

To calm. This is... invigorating.

Well, I'll remind you of that in a year's time.

Your cab, Mrs. Bruce.

These salad...

I want you to get to any other hospital.

No more and no less.

The senior physician of salary reflects the fact that he has to supervise and enlarge the star.

She... she has to supervise the star.

Possibly. If she can tear herself away from whatever gay young blade is taking her fancy at the time.

What morning, Mrs. Bruce?

Mr. Barkley. I hope we're not late.

You know Dr. Martian, Bruce?

No, Dr. Bramwell again today.

Unfortunately, no matter.

I'm sure I have before me the heart and soul of...

Two stolen hearts?

I even dream about the baby.

I know that I have to do this.

I long for the child.

Every bit of me longs for it.

But there's no question of marriage.

When a woman sins, she should not expect the man with whom she has been immoral to marry her.

Every man wishes for a chaste wife.

The baby's due at the end of September. I thought that if I arrived in June and left three weeks after the birth...

Two weeks postnatal is the custom.

You are no different from any other woman in your circumstances.

No, I'm sure.

And we will decide when you should arrive and when you must leave us.

You'll bring two sets of garments and a blanket for the child.

If the father is destitute...

I have my own money.

Please, this is very painful.

I love the child's father.

The only love within these walls is Christ's love.

Find yourself with several rags for your personal use after the birth.

You will be attended by the informarian sister and you will do a she instructs you.

You have a proud man, Hermes...

Barton.

Let us hope that we are able to teach you humility.

I expect there will be some tears along the way.

You'll both have to learn how to delegate for a start.

I have to learn what it means first, ma'am.

It means ruling the roost, giving orders, bossing and bustling.

It's what you do best, Noscarp.

It means employing someone else to do the donkey work, leaving you to do bigger and better things.

Never again.

Do I want to see you?

I want to see you.

I want to see you.

I want to see you.

Never again.

Do I want to see you putting out the laundry?

Or you scrubbing down this table for an operation?

Here she is.

Helena, just in time.

Class of Champagne.

Have we found Dora?

Is this to celebrate that she's back with her mother?

Tell me, did we find her before she was raped or after?

Thank you. I've no appetite for Champagne.

Mrs. Brusche has got us lots of money for the new ward.

Mr. Barclay's money.

Enough to employ three more nurses and a part-time doctor to equip a laboratory.

And to provide us with Champagne.

I should be careful, Dr. Marshm, you may get a taste for it.

I think I've had a damn sightless Champagne in my life and you've had news, Dr. Brumwell.

Oh, get on with my work, man.

Mr. Barclay's support is in recognition of all your hard work over the years. We both wanted you to be there.

But you wound again.

I'm dead in my feet doing your work as well as mine.

Mrs. Brusche has achieved what we both thought was impossible, but you still stand there like an avenging angel.

What do you want us to do?

To spare a thought for Dora.

To care. To show some small concern.

It's going on all over London.

It's a trade. A trade in children.

While we carry on our lives day in and day out, small children are...

...traded like lumps of meat.

You have to decide what we're doing here. Are we tending the sick or rescuing children?

Mr. Barclay is concerned that your interests are not...

I am so sick of that man's name.

He is concerned that your interests and priorities are not always with the patients here at the thrift.

How dare he? How dare some pious money-making?

Well padded, hypocritical, bloody industrialist.

You're overtired, Eleanor. Dr. Marshall, when you call a cab, I'll take Eleanor home with me.

Choose a card.

Jane, get your clothes on.

And we're in.

Get your clothes on now.

The game's over. Stand up.

I ruined it of a game.

Oh, me money.

Dr. Brown, what are you doing? What's happened?

That's not how Frog houses downstairs.

They've got no boots, Miss.

I've had a gun, then. Just the time I gave one.

Me too.

Save your upper thrift. I think it's time he understands the world is entering.

Peel away the onion skin, show him what lies underneath.

You're over roll. He won't listen to you.

I just have to shout, won't I?

Turn into the mad woman on the street corner.

Oh, no. Excuse me.

I don't understand you.

Nothing to say to you.

I'll go back in, shall I?

No.

Not shake me off, Eleanor.

You don't want the child what more is there to say.

I didn't say that.

You're a doctor. I thought you wouldn't let this happen.

It was clumsy.

Stupid.

Revealing.

It was a shock. I had no time to think.

Didn't you have any wild thoughts when you first realized?

You want me to quality to go, Eleanor?

It's a little late to come galloping in on your white charger, isn't it, Joe?

On the one side, I have a colleague who frequents brothels,

who stands by while a child is taken into process.

Who watches happily while Mrs. Bruce takes over the infirmary,

I found it over which I have wept tears of blood.

You left her no choice.

You hell bent into destroying everything we've walked for.

On the other side of me, I have this noble soldier who has made me pregnant

and is about to march away to war.

And you wonder why I am so determined to find Dora.

There has to be one tragedy I can salvage,

I'm sorry, Dr. Marshall, this is unforgivable.

This is so...

There's no need for it.

We will marry.

We must marry.

The child must have a father.

So it will, but not you.

It will have a mother, but not me,

is to be put out for adoption.

It's all arranged.

There's a convent that'll take me for my confinement

and I'll never hear another word about my child.

Nor will you, so...

You...

What a relief.

Back to conquering the world, strike up the band.

This is nonsense. Stop it.

Talk to me.

Go away and leave me alone.

We can't have become enemies overnight.

You don't have enemies. I have enemies.

Dr. Marshall has enemies, even.

Nurse Carr and Mrs. Bruce, because we all believe in something.

You...

You stand for nothing.

You wear a uniform, you just scream.

You wear a uniform, you despise.

Fight in a war you don't believe in.

You claim to be appalled by the predicament of poor Dorop,

but see no reason to do anything about it.

And when you're...

Told you to become a father,

you flail around looking for someone to blame.

When you look in the mirror, is there anyone there looking back at you?

She's ill, Dr. Marshall.

You just have to look at her. She's ill.

This isn't our Dr. Bramble.

I'm afraid it is.

Hey!

Come on, willy!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Good.

Good.

Good morning, Mr. Barkley.

Do you know Jane?

Jane, this is Mr. Barkley.

Tell Mr. Barkley how old you are.

Do you know what Jane is?

Jane is 12.

She's a prostitute.

Miss, don't!

It could be a magistrate.

Miss Bramble.

You bought a doll at the auction, almost as pretty as Jane.

You paid five Guinness for it.

I didn't strike quite such a good bargain.

Jane cost me £25.

Oh, don't mind me.

Do you think Christ would consider £25 too much to pay for this soul?

Christ already paid for us, so.

Oh!

Well, that's all right then.

We needn't do anything for anyone,

ever, need we if everyone is already safe in the arms of the Lord.

Miss Bramble.

There is a terrible trade in children, a silent secret market in innocence,

not three miles from this Bible.

There are men and women who sell children who use them.

And children as young as six can be found in brothels.

And a girl aged ten gave birth only last year.

And even boys are subjected to degrading practices.

You hope to shock me, Miss Bramble?

I'm a little too old for that.

Christian should be innocent, not ignorant.

How can you be anything but shocked?

How can you know about it and do nothing?

You assume a great deal, Miss Bramble.

No one is doing anything. No one wants to know.

What about the salvationists working with destitute children?

Or charities for abandoned orphans?

I'm talking about child prostitutes.

Every deserted child is in danger of prostitution.

That's what these charities are fighting.

On the unlike you, they don't shout rape from every rooftop.

And they're the people who understand the problem.

I can do the most good.

Shh.

Now, have you informed the police about what you discovered?

Or about the people who sold this child to you?

No.

No, I will, of course I will.

But I was just so worried about that.

It's not your job to go chasing after loss.

Your parodies should be the thrift,

it's patience, and your colleagues struggling on without you.

Everything you say is true, but I can't give up.

There's a child even younger than Jane.

Didn't Christ say that the good shepherd left his whole flock

to seek out one lost loan?

You're not the good lord.

But in his absence,

I'm sure he's not the good lord.

I'm sure he'd understand.

You should have heard the thing she said.

Into a big, important gentleman.

I wouldn't mind, but they're not your boots.

They're miles too big.

I'm half crippled.

She run me through the streets like a common criminal.

She won't treat no one else like she treated me.

I thought she liked me.

She hasn't got time to go around liking people.

Too busy saving them and curing them.

Of course she likes you.

She don't?

We all like you.

When he wasn't here, sir...

I was trying to talk to him, it was a great waste of time.

I put everything off, sir.

Said you were with the paymaster.

Thanks.

So, what's next?

After the passing out, it's a muster for the duty companies.

Nure crews after that.

Mess officer.

Rats in the kitchen again, sir.

And then it's been us with the new labs.

If you could do your usual shovington and twisted speech, sir.

I like that coming from you.

Five.

I'm sitting for the regiment's artist.

Foot on a filthy boar.

Flag flying.

When you look in the mirror, is there anyone there looking back at you?

Come on lads! I said, we are not one!

John, if you're looking for an 8 year old girl in the East End,

we thought she'd fallen amongst the bad pimps and madams.

Where would you look?

Does it matter where you look, sir?

You won't find her.

Unless it's in a mortuary.

You want the one then, sir?

No.

My writing paper, everything's been moved.

Mrs. Brewer sent the drawer ready to move the thing upstairs.

Hand the desk.

It's my desk.

We've been given the door to the police.

I'm going to go to the police.

I'm going to go to the police.

I'm going to go to the police.

I'm going to go to the police.

It's my desk.

We've been given a bigger table, a proper operating table.

We need the room.

You aren't here to ask?

Are you letting her change everything?

Why are you so eager to climb into bed with her?

An unfortunate choice of world's Eleanor for a woman in your condition.

I have to write to the Salvation Army and the police.

They may be able to help find Dora.

I'll go home and do so.

Going home, Dr. Brownwell.

Now, there's a surprise.

You're very bitter.

I didn't realise I'd hurt you quite so much.

It's not rag.

I'd used it much.

You're so ugly that you go wide yourself.

I would face exit now, I must above you.

She not turned up yet.

But you give her a damn good building when she does.

I could get you some bread and drip in.

You're not going out again.

You're doing far too much running round.

You look worn out.

Look at you.

I know what's wrong with you.

You're sickening for a cold.

I'll make you a nice hot toddy.

Tis Dora, isn't it?

She was wearing this.

You eat me the good food.

You're making sure she's buried with this, sir.

I can't, I can't pair it.

Pull it up girl.

Pull, pull, pull, pull it up, so.

I can't... I can't compare it.

Pull it up girl.

Pull... pull... pull it up so...

It's all me.

And me, it's everything I do. I ruin everything.

Poor Rose.

Poor... poor Rose.

You'll go away and I'll never see you again.

And I can't lose my baby.

How could I be one of those?

No.

Marry me. You must.

And you'll go off to your war in Africa.

And your life will continue on the start.

And I'll have the baby and I'll lose everything.

Everything.

I know it's hard.

And when I return, the thrift will have changed beyond recognition.

It will be Mrs. Bruce's new empire.

Oh baby, Eleanor.

That's what we should be talking about.

How can you cope with this on your own?

Who could?

Let me look after you.

I have to keep this baby somehow.

Oh God, God, I can't think.

I thought that if I gave it away, I'd never knew.

I'll have to stay away until it's weaned and then I will be a disgraced woman.

God, I can't think.

Please, Eleanor, marry me.

We'll make sense of everything we've put together.

We'll decide to be happy and we'll be happy.

Happy.

Both a man who doesn't love me.

Of course I love you.

God's sake, Eleanor.

Of course I love you.

Then why didn't you propose to me weeks ago before I was expecting our child?

Why did you never say you love me?

Because I'm a fool.

You don't want to marry me.

Or anyone else.

And even if you did, your precious army wouldn't let you.

And that is all you want.

I've lost count of the times you've told me about your glittering career,

your friends, battles and adventures.

And now you're to be tied to a dull bored woman.

If you're looking for a happy ending guy.

There is no one.

Not now, Jane.

Please.

I don't need you.

You can never see a candle shadow, then what you want?

There you are.

It's 25 pounds.

I hope that closes the matter.

Well, inasmuch as the accounts are balanced.

Jane is safe.

Door is dead.

The story's ended.

Well, not quite.

Eleanor, um, Eleanor, this is a painful moment for me.

And I hope that you know, as your friend,

I will always care for you.

And you will always have a home with me for as long as you

want.

But Mr. Barkley is not happy.

Mr. Barkley, Lord Raybald, the widow society,

once one patron loses confidence.

And I must be scolded like a child.

No, not scolded.

You ought to be dismissed.

You're dismissed from the thrift.

You can't dismiss me from the thrift.

I am the thrift.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Martian spoke up for you.

But not too loud, eh?

Don't put this onto my shoulders, Eleanor.

You've done it all in your own.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Martian spoke up for you.

You've done it all in your own.

What did you think you would achieve by waving Jane under his nose?

Dr. Martian has agreed to be our senior physician.

But you must be delighted.

Out from my shadow at last.

We warned you.

We begged you.

But you wouldn't listen.

You're invincible.

You're bored of sea.

You're set apart from the rest of humanity.

But you're not Eleanor.

No one is.

And after all that, Dora is dead.

It was all for nothing.

No, it wasn't.

It was for Dora.

And for Rose.

And for me so that I could live with myself.

Dora, Rose and me.

No one else.

Until later.

V Reg

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You'll be packed out with scams and pours.

I'm not sure if I understand Dr. Marshall.

Why it's so sudden.

It isn't.

She's not going to far-flung China, I think I'm sure we'll see her again.

I was right, I wasn't tired, she's ill.

She isn't ill, I promise she's just...

Well, she isn't ill.

Oh my God.

She's tired, that's all.

Don't make it hard for her.

Poor girl.

Poor girl.

That bastard officer, was it?

That poor love.

And a poor father.

Oh, God's sake, don't start crying again.

She's ruined, disgraced.

After all she's done, we're not allowed to have a bit of a cry for her.

Please yourself.

I have opted her.

You're glad, don't you?

Sweet as it.

Success.

I hope it turns to ashes in your mouth.

Here it is, kitchen.

I'm not going to.

I'm not going to.

Please.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

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No!

No!

No!

Who are we getting that cream to?

You deprived me of last week.

I've been dismissed.

I know.

The call for your thrift was mine until me.

I am sorry.

Well, there you are, the people I trusted most.

I'm now lady of lotion.

I've said goodbye to the thrift, and everything I know.

I know it's exhausting. I have to be wiped out shaking all those hands signing all those documents

That's not a careful

I've lost balls. I've had to tell

Are you grateful?

You've left the army.

We reach war and first as a people you don't even know when you can make my miserable for the one woman they can love.

I've ruined your life.

You've made sense of it.

When you told me about the baby.

You horrified a poor son.

When the shot was over it was like winning the derby.

But try it rugby.

Winning the boat race.

Run quickly!

You love me!

I have nothing else. It filled the days.

The sweat in the world that I was a grand fella.

It was a consolation whilst I waited for the prize to show itself and then she did.

Did she?

You're a good one to know why.

You've got your purse.

And the money in it, thanks.

It's a good place, not two strings.

Paulie knows it. She's been there twice before. Completely reformed once a year. She is.

They know about your lung. They weren't expected to work too hard.

Not first anyway.

I was a little bit nervous.

I was a little nervous.

You're not too hard.

Not first anyway.

Works good.

Takes your mind off the things you've lost, isn't it?

And the both of us should be the hardest working in the whole empire.

Is there anything I'd do properly being a mother?

I know some wouldn't agree.

And they'd be wrong.

Very wrong.

Mine. I won.

Aww.

You said we needed a laundry girl.

I didn't have a child prostitute in mine.

She's a strong little thing full of life.

Wonderful idea.

And when she's washed her sheets, she can climb between them with a paste.

Dr. Moshe.

It's what Dr. Bramwell wanted.

And I'd have thought that counted for something.

Well, yes, of course it does.

Let's settle it then.

She can sleep in the attic.

Well, we're turning into a home for waves and strays, are we?

But she must understand that one blossom her copy book and she's out.

Well, and what if she upsets her whole bloody inkwell?

Then the nurses will clean it up for you, Dr. Marshham.

As usual.

Tell Jane I'd like to see her, please.

And see if you can find an apron that fits her.

I've been thinking about the baby.

I thought the strong like his father, clever like his mother and...

beautiful like...

I don't know.

One of us must have a beauty in the family somewhere.

I wish you'd look where you're going. If we kill someone...

You'll bring them back to life.

Look where you're going and don't be so silly.

It's true. There's nothing you can't do.

Never met anyone like you. I adore you.

I can't live without you. I'm so proud of you.

Everything you've done, everything you are.

I love you.

See side, Miss Bramwell.

All in good time.

We have a few errands to run. First, haven't we?

Thank you.

The

tourists.

I'll call you a little bit more.

Well, we're...

arriving in style at least.

You're sure Tubs and Clara are going to be here?

They'll be inside.

They have to be witnesses.

That's all right.

Have to spare by the looks of it.

You want carrying across the threshold, Miss?

Wrong stroke, old.

Wrong miss.

No.

I've all got the tram up.

I've got a lot of dirt and an aquarium.

No.

No.

The wedding's off.

No.

You