All language subtitles for Hand.In.Hand.1961.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC

Why, Michael, what's the matter?

What is it, Michael?

Why, you're all wet.

Now what is it?

Please will you help me, Father?

Of course I will.

Now, what's happened?

Now look, Michael,
you're a big boy now.

Seven and a half, aren't you?

Well, now,
stop behaving like a baby

and tell me what's the matter.

Have you done anything wrong?

What is it?

Now, you know you can
tell me anything, don't you?

Well?

I killed her.
Rachel. I killed her.

Now listen, my son,
are you quite sure

you know what you're saying?

Are you sure
you've not been dreaming,

or just making up a story?

Maybe it's something you saw
on the television, huh?

No! No! I killed her.

I did. Really.

Come with me.

Now, then.

Now, what's all this about
you killing someone, eh?

I didn't mean to kill her.
Honestly I didn't.

I don't believe
you've killed anyone, my son.

But I have!

I've killed Rachel!

Uh, is this Rachel
a friend of yours?

Yes. From school.

And, um,
how did you get to know her?

Well, at school,
the bigger ones had a choir

and they put her in it 'cause
she could sing.

Hey! Give him back.

Shan't.
Shh.

Shh, yourself.

Who was that?

Who was that?

Well, Priscilla?

Please, Miss Roberts,
it was Mike O'Malley!

Michael, come here.

Ouch!
Michael O'Malley,

you're a very
bad-mannered little boy.

You will apologize to Rachel
this instant.

Now, Michael, apologize.

Michael,
either you apologize at once

or I shall take you
to Mr. Robinson.

Very well.

What did Old Robinson say?
Give you lines?

Don't give out
Second Form lines.

Make you learn verses.

Well, what did he say?

Look at Marilyn Monroe.

Marilyn Monroe? Her?

Yeah, all mine.

Rachel Mathias!

Tripped on the platform.

Tripped on the platform.

Rachel Mathias.

Tripped on the platform.

Tripped on the platform.

Silly old Rachel.

Silly old Rachel.

Rachel Mathias.

Tripped on the platform.

Tripped on the platform.

Tripped on the platform.

Tripped on the platform.

Silly old Rachel.

What'd you do that for, Mike?

I'm going to get some ice cream.

See you at the sweetshop.
Come on.

Blest art Thou, O Lord our God,

King of the universe,

who has sanctified us
by the commandments

and commanded us to kindle
the Sabbath light.

May the Lord bless us
with Sabbath joy.

May the Lord bless us
with Sabbath holiness.

May the Lord bless us
with Sabbath peace.

Amen.

Ah, not now, Rachel.

Look, run down and get Daddy's
evening paper.

What?
Get Daddy's evening paper.

- On the Sabbath?
- It's all right.

You can tell Bill
you'll pay him on Monday.

Okay.

Hello.
What you doing?

Looking for something.

What?

Oh, I lost something
a couple of days ago.

What?

Oh, it's okay.

You live here?

I live in Lincoln Street.

- I've got a white mouse.
- Where?

- Can I hold him?
- All right.

Isn't he wiggly?

- What's his name?
- Hector.

Hector.

I might lend him
to you sometimes.

Oh, Michael.

Hello, Michael.

Hello, Father Timothy.

Hello, Hector.

My, my,
you've got the longest tail

in the whole of England,
haven't you?

And don't you know it, eh?

I've got to get a paper!

Okay.
I'll come with you.

I've got to go that way anyhow.

Can I keep Hector?

Just till we get to the corner?

All right.

- Hello, Father Tim.
- Hello, Ben.

Is the England v. Wales
team there?

Yes. Committee want
their heads testing.

Dropped Stradling.
Oh, good for them.

Should've been
dropped years ago.

Let me see.
Who have they got?

Brown, Tyson, Mills, Hyam.

Stradling's the finest center
half since Billy Wright.

Don't be ridiculous.

He's the most overestimated
player in the last ten years.

They haven't got a chance
without Stradling.

You'll never learn.

Just because a man is fast

doesn't mean he can
think on his feet.

On his feet. He can think on
his feet better than any player.

For quick thinking
what about the goal

- against Ireland last year?
- So?

- Right into the net.
- Talking football, as usual.

Why not?
Evening, Father.

- Good evening, Henry.
- See you Wembley Saturday week?

- Oh, I'll be there.
- Good.

Sorry you won't be
at the match, Ben.

Never mind, I'll expect
a truthful account from you.

- You trust me?
- Well, of course,

if Stradling were
really dropped,

I might be tempted
to break the Sabbath.

That'll be the day.

- Oh...
- Oh, you keep it.

I'm going to the corner.
I'll get another one.

Paper. Follow your team.

Paper.

Hello, Bill.

You're lucky, Father.
That's me last one.

Oh, thank you.

- Paper please, Bill.
- Sorry, love, sold out.

Mummy said get a paper.

Mummy's unlucky then, ain't she?

Old Pritchard'll have one.

My friend Miriam said
Old Pritchard's a monster.

I'm not afraid of him.

Miriam said he cuts off
little girls' hair

and cooks it like spinach
for his dinner.

- She's a liar!
- She is not.

Yes, she is so.

My father says
Old Pritchard's a centric.

- A what?
- A centric!

What's that?

I, uh... Well, anyway,
he's not a monster.

Can I have Hector back?

I dare you to go
and buy a paper from him then.

I don't expect he has a paper.

- You're afraid.
- I'm not.

Yes, you are. You're afraid.

Where are you going?

Old Pritchard.

You'd better take Hector.

Go on.

Nothing to it.

I'll pay you on Monday.

Okay.

- What did he say?
- Nothing.

- Was that magic you did?
- What?

Before you went in.

Oh, that's the sign
of the cross.

We're Catholic.
Oh. We're Jewish.

We got a Jewish boy
in our class.

He swapped me a water pistol
for a space gun.

- You any brothers?
- No.

Sisters?

Well, no.

I've got two brothers
and one sister,

but they're only kids.

- Rachel.
- Daddy!

Well, what on earth
have you got there?

A mouse.

You've been a long time,
young lady.

Your mother was worried.

Bill didn't have a paper

so Michael got me one
from old Pritchard.

Thank you, Michael.

I'm going to pay him
at school on Monday.

Oh. Well,
let's get along home, eh?

Just a sec.

You can keep him if you like.

I can?
For how long?

For good.

Oh, Michael.

Goodnight, Mike.

You and Rachel
were always together?

Yes. We used to play
together every day.

I'd go to her house
or she'd come to mine.

Can I have a drink?

- Okay.
- Well, that's the lot I think.

Oh, Rachel.

Would you like a flower?

There you are.

- Now.
- Cool, thanks.

- What's the time, Dad?
- Half past three.

Time for African Adventure.

Come on, Rachel.

Get on there.

Oh. Heh.

Michael, look
where you're going.

Sorry, Mum.
We're going to watch telly.

She's a nice little girl,
isn't she?

Yes. Wouldn't think
she was Jewish, would you?

I came to tell you
the tea is ready.

You'll have to have it
in the kitchen.

Kids are watching telly.

Don't!

I'm going to Africa one day.

Oh, Mike. When?

Don't know.

Can I come too?

Girl's can't go to Africa.

Why not?

'Cause there's lions and tigers,

snakes and things.

I like snakes.

Well, anyway, you're not coming.

- Mike.
- Hm?

How do you get to Africa?

I'm going to stow away
on a ship.

Where do you get the ship?

Dad's got a rubber dinghy
in the shed.

I'll blow it up
and sail down the river.

Can I see it?

No.
Why not?

'Cause the shed's locked.

Sam!

Sam!

He likes you.

He don't like most people.

That's what I'd like to do.

Go to London to see the queen.

My father's seen her.

What was she wearing?

Don't know.

When I go to Africa,
I'll sail from there.

Why can't I come?

I told you the other day.

Girls don't go to Africa.

Why can't they?

Because... Look.
That's Saint Peter's,

where we go to church.

Hello, Mike.

Hello.
Where'd you get that?

My brother Frank's.
Smashing, isn't it?

- Want to play?
- What you playing?

We're playing England
verse France.

You can be France if you like.

Okay. Hold Hector.

Come on.

This is England's goal.

Me and Harry are England.

Nigel and Michael are France.

That's France's goal.

Come on. Toss it.

Toss it to us, Harry.
You're in trouble. Come on.

Let's get a goal!

Quick! Quick!

Give it to me. Aw, you missed.

Quickly, that's it.
Go on.

Pass it.
Get it, quick.

Good go, Michael.

Offside.

Goal!

France wins!

Where are you going?
Come back!

Oh, blimey.
Go and get the ball, Harry.

What's in there?

That's where the Terrabells
used to live.

Why can't they live
there anymore?

They're all dead, I guess.

Look!
Here's a lily of the valley.

Race you to that tree.

One, two, three, off!

I won.

Well, you're a boy.

You don't run badly for a girl,
though.

Oh, Mike.

Come on, let's go have a look.

Don't.

Why not?

There are probably
ghosts and things.

There's no ghosts
in the daytime.

Please, Mike.

Okay. Okay.

I could always come
another time with Tom.

But this is our place.

Tom can't come here.

I can bring him if I want to.

Oh, Mike.

Look.

It's a sort of house.

Careful, Michael.

Okay.

No one's been here
for ages and ages.

I bet no one owns it, either.

We could come and play here.

Pretend it's our house.

Yes. We could come here
lots and lots.

I could wash the windows.
And the floor.

I could make some furniture
and things like that.

I could put up curtains.
And pictures.

Yes.

Hector could come too.

He'd like to meet other mice.

We wouldn't tell anyone.

Course not. Just us.

Come on.
We'll come back tomorrow.

Okay.

What's the matter?

It's Hector.

Has he run away?

He's dead.

I looked in his cage
this morning

and he wouldn't wake up.

Mummy said it was old age.

Poor old Hector.

I wrapped him in my best hankie.

We'll have a proper funeral.

Let's.

We'll bury him
just outside the door.

I'll be the priest.

But... But he's a Jewish mouse.

He's mine.

- He's not.
- Yes, he is.

You gave him to me.

But he was mine first
so that makes him a Catholic.

Oh.

I'll be back in a minute.

I'm Father Timothy.

Oughtn't we to sing something?

What?

I don't know, but I'm sure
we ought to sing something.

Do you know "Adeste Fideles"?

Then I'll sing it.

We'd better put him
in the grave first.

That's all I know.

Now I'm going to say
some of the "Ave Maria."

Kneel down.

Now cover him with earth
while I pray.

Can I put the flowers
on the grave now?

All right.

Now we'll go and make him
a smashing tombstone.

You are a Jewish mouse.

What are you going to put?

Here lies Hector, a noble mouse.

R.I.P.

What's R.I.P.?

I don't know.

They always put it
on tombstones.

It's on my sister's.

Did you have a sister that died?

Yes. She was older than me.

I don't remember her.

What did she die of?

Don't know.

I've got a sister.

You haven't.

I have.
She's called Miranda-Anne.

You have not got a sister.

I have! I've always had her.

She's got long fair hair
and blue eyes and...

If you tell lies, you'll get
blisters on your tongue.

I don't care.

I have got a sister.

Where is she then?

She's home.

Okay.

Where are you going?

To see your sister.

- Mike?
- Hm?

Mike. Mike,
she's a pretend sister.

Oh, I see.

I was going to tell you
something about her

as I wanted
to give you something,

'cause you gave me Hector.

And Miranda-Anne's so nice.

She's clever too.

- Is she?
- She can read anything,

do sums, paint pictures,

dance, sing.

Everything.

Mike.

Mike, would you mind if she came
and lived here?

She could look after the place
while we're away.

- Okay.
- I'll have to ask her.

She said she'd love to.

Good.

Look.

- Hello, Miriam.
- You're late.

Sorry, dear.

Well, chicken.

How would you like to go
and live in Marlow?

Oh, Reuben, is it fixed?

This morning.
Jacobson will take over here,

I'll open the branch there.

- When? When?
- Couple of months.

Well,
we'll have to find somewhere.

We'll have to find somewhere.

Are we going to live
here as well?

No, darling. We're going
to pack up bag and baggage

and find a brand new house
in Marlow.

Won't I go to Springfield School
anymore?

You'll go to school in Marlow.

How far is Marlow?

Oh, about 30 miles.

What's the matter, Rachel?

I think I'd rather live here.

Don't be late home, darling.

Are you playing with Michael?

Yes. Can I bring him
back to tea?

Of course.

I'll make you a nice cheesecake.

She and Michael
are certainly going steady.

Well, don't have
to worry about that

for about another
10 years or so.

And then, please God, I hope
it'll be a nice Jewish boy.

Like the one her mother got, eh?

Sorry I'm late.
Old Robinson kept us.

We're going to move to Marlow.

Marlow?

Do you know how far it is?

Thirty miles.

Mike, we'll never
see each other again.

If we were grownups,
they couldn't do it to us.

Oh, I wish you were my brother,

then you could come too.

If you were my brother,
nothing could separate us.

I've got an idea!

Remember in that television

about those two Indians

who became blood brothers?

Remember?

Yes, yes, I do.

Couldn't we be blood brothers
like they were?

But they were boys.

I'm sure there can be blood
brothers and sisters too.

Really?

They took a pin

and stuck it in their finger,

and when the blood came,
mixed it together.

Yes.

I'm game if you are.

Okay.
I'll do you first.

No, you first.

Okay.

It doesn't hurt... much.

It's kind of like
getting married, isn't it?

It's better.

Now we can never be separated.

Never, never.

Miranda-Anne said
congratulations,

and when people get married
they go on a holiday.

So what?

Couldn't we go on a holiday?

Yeah!
We'll go to Africa!

Think I'd rather go to London
to see the queen.

How do we get there?

We could thumb a lift.

My cousin did.
All the way to Birmingham.

Oh, Mike, do let's.

Okay.

But first we ought to seal
our blood brotherhood in this.

We ought to swear
some sort of oath.

I've got it.

We are blood brothers
forever and ever.

We can't be parted
for never and never.

No.
No.

They never will.

This might be the one.

Please, please stop, please.

Can't anyone stop for us?

Very well, Your Ladyship.

Wanting a lift?
Where to?

- London.
- No, sorry, love.

We're only going to Fairbank.

They want to go to London,
your Ladyship.

Oh. Ask them to come here.

Her Ladyship
wants to talk to you.

So you want to go to London?

Yes, please.

We want to see the queen.

That's very understandable
of you.

We thought she might
ask us to tea.

She's only seven.

Well, I'm sure the queen
would ask you to tea

if she were at home, but, uh...

But what about your parents?

- Won't they be worried?
- Oh, no,

as long as we're home by dark.

I see. Well,

I'm afraid
I can't take you to London,

but I can take you

to one of the queen's houses.

Come on, jump in.

Home, Gregory, please.

Very good your Ladyship.

Now, the house I'm taking you to

belongs to the queen,

but she won't be there
this afternoon, I'm afraid.

Will Charles and Anne be there?

Well, Prince Charles
is at boarding school,

and Princess Anne is with
her mother and the baby.

But the corgies will be there.

What are they called?

Well, one's called Bleddyn
and the other Troedwen

and the puppy's called Brock.

What are you called?

Lady Caroline.

Are you a princess?

Yes.

Certainly.

The most beautiful dress.

And after the banquet was over,

we danced 'till
long after midnight.

That was the last
I ever saw of her.

But I've got
a lovely photograph of her.

Look, she gave it to me herself.

Isn't it a lovely one?

Oh, I do wish she could be here.

Gosh!

Who shot this?

I did.

Wow. I didn't know ladies
shot tigers.

Hm, some ladies do.

I'll shoot one like this
when I get to Africa.

Ooh, you're going to Africa?

Mm-hm.

It's her imaginary sister.

Her what?

Her pretend sister.

She's called Miranda-Anne.

I'd forgotten.

Come here, dear.

So your sister's
called Miranda-Anne?

Miranda-Anne Mathias.

Well, mine was called Annabelle.

Was she...?

Was she the same sort
of sister as Miranda-Anne?

Yes, you see,
I was a very lonely little girl,

and I lived in a funny old
castle in North Wales

far away from everything
and everybody.

And you didn't have no real
brothers or sisters?

Well, I had a brother,

but he was much, much older

and he didn't take
any notice of me.

And you didn't have
a blood brother like Mike?

Is Mike your blood brother?

Yes.

We're blood brothers
for ever and ever.

We can't be parted
for never and never.

That's a poem.

Mike made it up.

It's a beautiful poem.

We're blood brothers
for ever and ever

and we can't be parted
for never and never.

Love is not love

which alters
when it alteration finds

or bends for the remover
to remove.

What's that?

Oh, just another poem.

I like you.

Yes, and I like you.

Course, there couldn't be

other kinds of blood brothers,

but if there were,

you could be our blood aunt.

- Couldn't she, Mike?
- Yes.

Well, now I think
that's the nicest compliment

I've ever had in all my life.

Thank you, my dears.

Gregory give you
my instructions, Compton?

Uh, yes, milady...

Uh, yes, Your Highness.

Well, she wasn't the queen,

but she was a princess

and it was the queen's house.

One of them.

She's got lots.

Oh, I do wish
I could have seen Anne.

But the corgis were there.

Mike, it was a lovely holiday.

Come on, Mike.

Come and help me
carry the groceries.

I'm going to Mrs. Howell's.

I don't like Mrs. Howell.

She smells of cheese.

Oh, nonsense.

Can we have sprouts?

Well, if they're not
too expensive.

Mom, is it true

if you eat carrots
you can see in the dark?

I have no idea.

Cats can see in the dark.

Do you give Sam carrots, Mom?

Of course not.

Why?

Well, because he likes fish
and rabbit.

Careful, Mike.

Rachel's not allowed to eat ham.

Well, that's because
she's Jewish.

Why don't Jewish people eat ham?

Oh, Mike, do stop
asking questions.

But why don't they?

Well, it's their religion,
it's different from ours.

Why?

Mike, for goodness sake.

Look, Mom,

that's where Rachel
goes to church.

That's the synagogue.

Can I go with her one day?

She goes to service on Saturdays

instead of Sundays.

Michael, you must never do that.

Why not?

Well, because you're a Catholic.

It... It would be a sin.

A bad one?

Yes, a very bad one.

Gosh!

Mike!

- Bye.
- Bye.

Going to the pictures.
Coming?

Always off with that Rachel
Mathias, aren't you?

Sweet on her?

No.

My dad doesn't like Jews.

- Why not?
- Dunno.

Suppose it's 'cause
they killed Christ.

The Jews did?

Course. They crucified Him.

The Jews?

That's what I said.

Funny you not knowing that.

Suppose it's 'cause
you're a Catholic.

My dad doesn't like
Catholics either.

Mike...

me...

Miranda-Anne.

Hello.

Look, Mike, Mommy
made us some cakes.

And I got some fizzy lemonade

with my pocket money.

Miranda-Anne's crazy
about fizzy lemonade.

So we can have a real feast.

What's the matter?

Why did you kill Christ?

I didn't kill him,

I don't even know him.

Tom told me today

that the Jews killed Christ.

Your father's a Jew.

My father never killed anyone.

I asked my mother.
She said it was true.

What was?

That you killed Christ.

But I didn't.
Honestly I didn't!

There's a Catholic God
and a Jewish one.

And you killed mine.

I didn't even know
there were two Gods!

Yes, you did!

That's why I can't
ever go into your synagogue.

And I must never go
into your church then.

Do you know what would happen
if you did?

Something awful I expect.

You'd probably be killed
because you killed Christ.

God would probably
strike you dead.

Oh, Mike.

Oh, I wish you hadn't done it.

Mike.

We can go on playing
together, can't we?

God mightn't like it.

But we're blood brothers.

Yes, but God's very strong.

Stronger than blood brothers?

I dunno.

Maybe he isn't.

Mike?

Hm?

Isn't there anything we can do

to find out which is stronger?

What sort of thing?

Anything.

I've thought of something.

What?

You'd be afraid.

No, I wouldn't.

What is it, Mike?

Well, you know you said

you're not allowed
to go into our church.

Yes.

Mom told me
not to go into yours.

Well, if you went into my church

and I went into your synagogue

and God didn't strike us dead,

we'd have proved
our blood brotherhood

was stronger than...

Than anything.

Mike.

Course you'd be too afraid.

No, I wouldn't.

It's the Sabbath tomorrow.

You could come then.

Before the accident,
he was a first-rate player.

Sooner he's put on
the transfer list the better.

No, you've forgotten
the time he played for Arsenal.

It was a sheer fluke,
never happen again,

not in a million years.

Hello, Michael.

Hello.

One minute, Daddy.

Hello, how are you?

- Fine, thank you.
- Oh, good morning.

You have to wear
your hat inside.

You all right, darling?

Yes, Daddy.

Hello, Rachel.

Hello, Michael.

What's happening?

Going our way?

No, thanks.

I got to go home.

Come along, Rachel.

It's your turn tomorrow.

Aren't you coming?

Mom and Dad

have gone to Mass.

I had to say I felt ill

so I could come and collect you.

But, Mike, as it's all right
with my God, I thought...

You're scared.

I'm not.

It's no use
unless we both do it.

We'll never find out otherwise.

Come on.

You have to wear a hat.

Is that Him?

It won't hurt.

Go on.

Who's that?

It's our Lady.

She's got a baby.

It's our Lord.

It's all right, Mike.

The lady likes me.

Then we knew
our blood brotherhood

was the strongest

and we could do
anything we wanted.

Like go to Africa.

And we weren't afraid
of anyone anymore.

Not even old Pritchard.

Mr. Pritchard.

Mr. Pritchard,
I want to buy

that helmet
you have in your window.

We're going to Africa.

Oh, you are, are ya?

Uh-uh. And, uh,
what part of Africa?

Well, anywhere,

where there's lions and things.

I see. I see.

Are you going for long?

Well, I dunno.

Uh, flying I suppose, eh?

Oh, no, we're going
part of the way on a raft

and then we're going
to stowaway on a ship.

Oh, mind you stock up
with plenty to eat.

Some of these stowaways

have a pretty thin time
so I hear.

Plenty of baked beans,

that's the answer.

Oh, look, Mike.

It's just like the one
we saw in her house.

We had tea in one
of the queen's houses last week.

Oh, did you now?

Well, I hope
you had a good spread.

Personally, when I was your age,

tea was not considered tea

unless there was sandwiches
as well as bread and butter,

and three special kinds of cake.

The sun helmet,
Mr. Pritchard.

Hm?

Oh, oh, that.

Aye. Aye. Well,

now, uh, let me see.

Eh, uh...

Uh, what would you
think it's worth?

Well...

I've got sixpence.

Now, well, isn't that
a strange thing?

That's exactly
what the man at Sotheby's

told me to ask for it.

Uh, get it
out of the window for me,

there's a good boy.

Fancy being afraid
of old Pritchard.

Fancy being afraid of anyone.

I suppose we can do
anything we like now.

Anything.

Well, what will we do?

You know the rubber dinghy
we have in our shed?

What about it?

I blew it up yesterday
with Dad's bicycle pump.

So why don't
we take it on the river?

This afternoon?

We got to get used to it

before we start out for Africa.

Couldn't
we thumb a lift to Dover

- and go from there?
- No.

- Why not?
- Because I've blown it up.

It's ready.
Tell you what.

I'll go home and get it
and meet you at the river.

Okay?

Okay.

- Mike.
- Hm?

Mike, couldn't we play
at our house instead?

Miranda-Anne will be
ever so lonely and...

I thought you wanted
to go to Africa.

Oh, I do, but...

But it's getting late.

It will be dark soon.

Unless we get used to the dinghy

we'll never get to a boat
to stowaway on.

Of course, if you're still
afraid of snakes.

But I like snakes!

I say, I like snakes, Mike!

Okay. I heard!

I'll be at the river,
really I will.

Okay.

Bye.

See? It's easy.

We can do anything now.

Anything!

Oh, Mike, it's the sea.

It isn't the sea,

it's the Thames.

We could go to Africa in this.

Want to go to Africa!

Want to go to Africa!

I'll catch a lion

and we can go on rides on him
like a pony!

I want a lion!

A ride on a lion!

And I'd catch an elephant

and a hippopotamus!

A hippopotamus!
A hippopotamus!

And I'd catch a giraffe

and a leopard!

And a tiger and a rhinoceros.

And a gorilla!

And the crocodile!

And a buffalo!

And some snakes, Mike.

Lots of lovely snakes.

It's the Congo!

Hurray!

We made it!

We're in Africa!

Hurray!

Hurray!

We made it!

Mike!

Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel!

Wake up!

Please!

Rachel!

Please wake up!

Help!

Help!

Hey.

Rachel.

The river.

What's that, lad?

Rachel, she fell in.

Where?

Come on.

George, there's been
an accident.

Come on.

I'm gonna ring for a doctor.

What's the matter?

George, she's been drowned.

So you see, I killed her.

It was my fault.

She didn't want to go.

And God remembered
what we'd done

and punished us.

Now listen, Michael.

Rachel may not be dead,

but even if she were,
it's not God's vengeance.

Our Lord is a God of love.

If she's dead it's because
he loves her so well

that he's chosen her
to be his handmaiden.

He's rewarding,
not punishing her.

But we thought we were stronger
than he is.

He must have been angry.

He loves you, Michael.

He understands you.

Don't you remember that he said,
"Suffer little children

to come unto me, for of such
is the kingdom of heaven"?

Now we'll go along
to Rachel's house, my son.

- Rachel...
- Rachel's all right.

Thank God.

Thank God.

Well, you hear what
the rabbi said, Michael?

Rachel's all right.

Not dead?

No, Michael.

God was good to her
and let her live.

- God.
- Yes. God.

Whose other name is Love.

That's what you said,
isn't it, Father?

That's right, Michael.

That's what you both say,
isn't it?

Yes, Michael,
in our different ways.

Can I see Rachel?

Not tonight. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, Michael.

Now, you go home, my son.

I'll come and see your mother
in the morning.

Will they let me have
the dinghy back?

Now you run along home.

We'll talk about that tomorrow.

Bed, I think.

See you at the match tomorrow?

Oh, I'll be there.