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How people's lives entwined together is one of life's mysteries.

For her tense, living in England was a childhood dream she shared with Michael.

I would be a teacher in a fine English school, and I would live in a fine house with electric legs,

and a bell at Le Fontador.

But war has a habit of crushing dreams.

He's to go overseas.

The mother country needs men to fight for her.

For Gilbert, war was a chance to escape his small island.

While in England, Queenie had her own dreams.

Get a job, travel, see the world.

We're getting married.

But the war put pay to her dreams also.

But the chaos of war can also bring people together.

I presume.

As well as dividing.

Some, perhaps, for good.

Is your own flesh and blood you should think on now, Queenie?

Well, some man is lucky in the bloody lurch.

This is my home.

No.

Her tense did not let the loss of Michael mean losing her dream.

Love was a luxury she could no longer afford.

I will lend you the money.

You will send me to come to England when you find a place to live.

While Queenie was paying the price for love.

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There is a shallow sleep just before wakefulness, where reality can merge with a dream, and

the two become as one.

So it was for her tents on her first morning in England.

She was having the same dream she'd often had back in Jamaica.

And one day she would live in a fine house with its own doorbell, and a warm fire in the

great.

She would sit by it with her children, and tell them about the power of dreams.

As Gilbert watched her sleep, he could sense the sweetness of her dream, and it reminded

him of his own when he too had first arrived in England.

What is that noise?

Just rats.

Mice.

Just mice in the roof.

You bring me to a house with mace.

Every house in London have mice or tents.

They bombed out too, you know.

Isn't that late yet?

This is over-tays with their English winter.

Stay dark till nine in the morning, by four in the afternoon the sun has gone, and it

dark again.

Sometimes if you blink, you'll miss out whole day.

Shut up there!

Don't you know how late it is, present?

I must leave for work now at tents.

I put the fire on for you, see?

If the gas goes out, you put money in the meter.

I leave it for you here.

I get back at six o'clock.

There is a egg amphitheater in the cobalt.

You can make us chips for supper.

You do know how to make chips, no?

Do I look like an embersil Gilbert Joseph?

We did all aspects of domestic science in my college course.

Perhaps you would like to see my diploma?

I swear I dance.

You can be more prickly than I prickly fear sometimes.

Mm-hmm.

I bet you're not getting more sleep last night.

Ma'am, if I had a life like that, for ma'am, this way to be with me, what tough piece I

sought my wood give for some of that?

To keep me warm.

Mr.?

Wait for me outside, no?

I bet I wake you.

What do you think?

My wife, or tents.

She thinks you know everything about England, but she know nothing.

If you go out today, can you take her with you?

Sure, I'll make sure she's all right.

Oh, then.

Thank you.

Queenie.

Do and tell Arias you.

She's proud that way.

All right.

Some believe that destiny is the predetermined path we travel down in life.

Others claim it is the rule at Wheel of Luck which shapes us.

If it is luck, then perhaps it lies not so much in what happens to us, but resides within

our own natures in how we deal with the hand we are dealt.

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Tell you, only so much longer I can take this one's not.

Well, they'll find us a place like you promised.

Oh, it will be easy, you see.

We get to jump easy, you see.

How many doors are not constant we've been there once, done?

I'm gonna shut him in damn face.

You said you're a friend.

You see, you're more people from the wall.

All your big talk and that ship, huh?

We're stuck here for months,

and I'm this stinking rat-tool

with no whiff of our job.

Think we're different in the war.

They needed us then.

I see you're in the RAF.

RAF myself too, as it goes.

Where were you stationed?

Yaksha, sir.

And then sometime in Scotland.

Ah, Scotland.

How was it there?

A beautiful country, sir. Truly majestic, but cool.

I never know such a cool wind.

Wow, I expect everywhere seems cold to you, lad.

How long have you been black and black, eh?

Near two months now, sir.

Finding work has been,

seem every job I go for, vanish when I get there.

Oh, believe me, if I could do something for you here, I would.

Like a shot on it.

This is at the labour exchange.

You had a beer can't see for the job of Storke, but I have it wrote down.

Or did this job vanish too?

Oh, no, no, we still have the vacancy.

It's just we have women working in this factory too, you see.

What if in the course of your duties you found yourself talking to one of them?

I'd be polite, of course.

No, I don't doubt it, lad, but if the men saw you talking to a white woman,

all hell would break loose. They wouldn't stand for it.

I can't ignore the opinions of my workforce, can I?

Pretty much see that, surely.

My question, sir, if I'm here, please.

Why, you never tell me this when I first sit down.

When I still had feeling in my backside.

A coloured boy trying to make his way in London can often feel his luck has run out.

But it can change in a blink of his eye.

Just for a fleeting moment, he can believe after all that he is in control of his own destiny.

Then again, luck can simply be remembering a friendly face.

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Queenie, it's Gilbert. Gilbert Joseph, we meet up in Yorkshire.

Gilbert Joseph.

Well, over time.

I remember the address from the cad of your father-in-law, Carrie.

Well, understand that, come in.

Come in.

Morning, Mr. Tarte.

How did it feel so bad about what happened at their Queenie?

It was my intention to come and see you to express my condolence for your loss.

You have nothing to apologise for, Gilbert.

I'll blame yourself for.

You know, it's fate you turning up like this.

I was just that minute wondering where I could find myself a man.

I never managed to tell him to sing away, right?

You were on your own?

Your husband is not?

Not dead, no.

Anyone.

At one more floor.

Well, he made it back from in to you with his unit after the war.

Just didn't see it fit to make it back to me.

So, what's your fans on your bag?

Well, I finally get myself a job driving for the poor side.

I'm not going to be in the office.

I did hope for something better than being a damn driver yet again,

but it means money coming in at last.

All I need now is to find me a place to live so I can't send for my wife, like I promise.

Say again.

My wife.

I'm married now, please.

No, no, no. About needing a place to live.

Why I come looking for you.

I thought, maybe you might know somebody.

It was fate you coming.

What are they smell like?

It's about I'm getting the rooms ready to rent.

Needs a bit of paint, a few more sticks of furniture.

Have a friend.

Winston, you needn't a place to live.

I'll take him to the other rooms.

Send him along to him, why not?

Ah!

Sorry, sorry.

When will your wife come?

Directly I've saved enough for her passage.

So, is she a childhood sweetheart or was it love at first sight?

You think there is such a thing?

That doesn't much matter.

Chances are you end up alone.

You're not that angry with them?

You're Osba?

No, what does anger solve?

This is nice.

I have found some English people and are not so welcome into us colored boys now, the boys over.

At school, we learn everything about the mother country.

At age 10 I could recite all the great industrial canals of England.

So, he told Queenie how as a child he had learned all about the steel works of Sheffield,

the China firms of Stoke-Contrent, the railways, the parliamentary system of Westminster,

and all the great laws which had been passed there.

Not just me, all West India and children must learn this until they were perfect.

As Queenie listened, she felt perhaps for the first time what it was like to walk in the shoes of another.

When I arrive here, in English, they look at me dark skin and say,

ah, you are from Africa. I say no.

I'm from Jamaica and the West Indies. I'm British like you.

And their fears go blank.

And I realize that this mother country about which we Jamaican's know so much does not even know where our children live.

She does not care one yet for us.

At the Christmas of the first-born child and Duke Edward.

Charles Philip Arthur George Windsor,

Lee's looking good.

The ceremony must follow in by a family lunch with a family of parents.

Is it, please?

It's Queenie from downstairs. I met her last night.

Or tents, isn't it?

Just came up to see her. He's settling in all right.

Oh, I'm a cleaner, hey?

No, he's not exactly how strange your Gilbert is he?

Oh, I'm glad you got this on today. It's perishing out there.

Yeah, we say perishing when it's cold.

You know, ooh, perishing cold, let me say.

You get the hang of these things soon enough.

Well, so, um, I love you, Gilbert, be married.

Since the day before his seat at England.

Oh? I met him during the war.

Did he tell you?

He mentioned something of that nature in a letter, yes.

He's a good sort.

Reliable, decent.

You're lucky to have him.

Well, if you like, I can take you down the shops.

Show you about.

Show you how to use your ration book.

Oh, have you got a ration book?

We'll soon get you fixed up.

Well, yeah, um, just, you know, just give me a knock when you're ready.

I'm usually about.

One thing, if I may ask, can you perchance in for me what is chips?

Chips, what? I thought you ate, or...

The edible variety is?

Er, their, erm, their potatoes sliced up small.

Bit of salt or vinegar, just the job.

Oh, I want you to know, Portence.

I'm not like most around here.

It doesn't bother me being seen out with you, so don't give it a thought.

All right.

You can get those anything you need here.

So you get your fresh fish from?

Cake, bread, so forth.

Oh, and there's the groceries.

You're fruit, so you know what dogs are.

Mrs. Blay.

Queenie.

You are a punk telly-us teacher, Mrs. Blay.

I know because I am a teacher.

I know, but I'm a teacher.

I know, I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

Mrs. Blay.

I know because I am a teacher.

Yes.

But perhaps we can come to an agreement to an eye.

When I do not know what something is, I will ask.

Mrs. Blay.

Brushes.

Nails.

Clothes packs.

Can I help you?

I would like to purchase, please.

Three bie a sense.

Affirmately this says.

Right?

Three bie a sense.

So big.

What's your name, Al?

What do you say?

Bie a sense.

For the sink.

Oh.

She means a bow.

A washing up bow.

What happens, Hoeckley?

I will need three, please.

Three.

Why three?

One for washing vegetables, one for crockery and one for clothes.

No!

You just need one and rinse it out after.

One is fine.

Still an eye-pens' eye-penny.

One encounter.

I wish you a good day, sir.

Livings.

Care to pick up for the Ellie Skott sign at Nuff us?

For someone speak.

They, name a t khy brave.

Could you tell me please Lewis II am to take?

There it is again.

I can't see nothing, can you?

All right, I find a mistake.

Boy, don't touch those.

Enough for else, cool.

Get your dirty black knits off them.

Is it these?

How many coons does it take to change our laboratory, Rob?

Well, no one knows. It's never been done.

Just tell me those I am to take now, then I can be on my way.

What is the wag on about?

Tell you what, I'll answer your question, Sambo,

if you'll answer mine.

When are you going back to the jungle?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Not yet, man.

I mean, I only just get here,

and I don't fuck your wife yet.

What did you say?

Oh, I think twice, Sambo, do you?

If you want to keep your job and stay out of jail, eh?

I've witnessed it, so you will say you had sex and defenceless work, man.

Please love you backing your banal about so fast your feet won't touch.

Savvy, yes.

Animals!

Now, you won't mean apology, coon, but I'm not hearing it on your knees.

On your knees!

I'm saying...

Sorry.

What do you think?

What are you doing, woman?

Cleaning the floor.

No, why have a man who's going on knees in this country?

Not no, not ever.

Come to the table and I bring you supper.

See?

I already had six o'clock, just like you asked me.

You're not taking off your court.

Too cool.

What is this?

Chips.

Like your ass.

This is not chips, chips is fried.

How you don't know what that chip is?

What is this?

What is this?

Your fancy college not teaches your cook a god-damn egg.

The teacher's to be thankful for the food the Lord pervades.

And listen, you would do well to learn, I think.

What are you doing?

Food should be eaten at a table.

It's what you want, Miss I am mighty, I glass and coal.

I eat in here.

You're not cooking simple things like egg on chips.

Can you cook anything at all?

You are an ungrateful man, Gilbrecht Joseph.

You're working out all these, this is what I come on.

This egg is off.

Contain no more of this!

No more!

You're not going to be a good one.

You dropped your glove, dear.

You dropped it back in the street, but you walked too quick for me.

Have a cop, sweet.

Warm you up.

And runny things which get stuck together.

Look like a precious jewel, don't they, when the light gets through them?

Well, best be getting off home.

Best place to be on a night like this.

You should do the same.

Good night, dear.

Good night.

Miss O suri, you're dead.

Look, see, I get something for us.

Will you join me, Fadina?

Believe me.

I'm not going to be a good one.

This here is your English delicacy.

Fish and chips.

You know what the English do?

They eat this food straight from the newspaper.

No plate, no cutlery. They use just them finger.

Like monkeys?

Like monkey.

Lesson number one or 10s.

This is a chip.

Lesson number two.

Listen well, alright, thanks.

All they tell us in Jamaica are everything and everybody in England is good.

It's not true.

You must be ready for that.

I was born ready, Gilbert Joseph.

You may extinguish the light now.

Many talent I have worked tense, but seeing in her back is not one of them.

Or is it you can't trust yourself not to peek at me?

She was on your foot in that respect, Gilbert Joseph.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

She was on your foot in that respect, Gilbert Joseph.

Night's wife.

Good night.

Husband.

It is called the Tiance Educational Supplement.

It is the periodica where all of these teacher jobs here are advertised.

I looked up in the library before I lived in Jamaica.

They're talking to me.

Just stupid kids.

Come here!

Come on!

Come here!

Come over here this year!

You wasting your breath, Hortensigi?

Come here!

Brittany!

Thank you, I've got it.

I am her husband, Alucaf, to her now.

I see, Bernard.

In the top room, I read it out.

I'll be right now, Hortensigi.

Take a minute.

Catch your breath.

Can't be wise, Queenie, to rent rooms to someone like that.

Could you not find anyone else too?

You think I'm the one who should be asking the questions, Bernard?

Since the war, I've not heard a word from you.

I don't know if you're alive or dead if I was a widow.

Where on earth have you been all this time?

It's complicated.

Not being well.

I spoke to the Ministry, Bernard.

They said you got back from India with a unit that you weren't injured.

Isn't that kind of an injury?

I lost my bearings.

Well, I lost your memory.

What? We're in hospital.

Brighton?

Oh, I'm not going to go.

I'm not going to go.

Brighton?

Let me see if I've got this right.

I'm stuck here, struggling to keep a roof over my head,

while you're on a beach with a bucket and spade and a hour away on a bloody train.

Where's Dad, Queenie?

I wrote to you in India.

Did you not get my letter?

We were waiting outside a cinema and some yanks started making trouble.

The military police were called a bullet bounce off a wall.

Tragic accident, they called it.

I took him to Yorkshire to keep him safe.

Did a good job of it, eh?

No one did more for him than you did, Queenie.

Queenie?

Queenie?

It's your favorite day of the week.

Renee, you're my own bang on time this time.

This is my husband, Bernard.

Gilbert Joseph, what tense his husband, are you met, and Winston Seymour?

Please to meet you, sir. Likewise, sir.

We're in the middle of something, do you mind?

They live here too.

Queenie, what are you thinking of?

How do you think I was going to pay the bills while you were playing hide and seek in Brighton?

A cinema buddy? Walk the streets?

Why are you back, Bernard? Why now?

In my wife.

I'm supposed to let you back into my life, into my bed, because you've come to your senses and remembered that.

But all of a sudden, it's convenient to you.

You can sleep in your father's old room.

Is late on the other side of London, or is there a place where you need to go there?

It's the location of the Education Authority.

I do not intend to spend my ideas cooking and cleaning like your servant Gilbert Joseph.

The paper is full about the advertisements for teaching quotes in London.

I will make it clear, of course.

I will only consider a position in a good school.

I'm not so desperate, I will accept just anything.

Oh, will you travel to this easily in town heart tense?

By a boss, when I have a seat and a witch to take.

Best to go by tube from Earl's court. Get the Piccadilly line.

That's a dark blue line.

Then go to King's Cross, change to the Northern Line City branch.

That's a black line.

Maybe it better if I go with your attention.

Wednesday is half day. I will take you there in the afternoon.

You may accompany me if that is your wish.

Queenie's husband don't look too friendly, do you?

Queenie would talk him wrong.

Will you be joining us, Winston?

It is fish tonight, fresh fish from the market.

What? Won't cook in? No, that is a treat.

Whoa, you are looking man, you are a woman cooking you up so nice every night.

What?

Whoa!

Come on!

But you know what, I just remember.

I did promise to meet somebody boy, so...

Another night, yes?

Later.

You make no matter if we are asked to leave here.

Soon I will have employment in a good school and we can find a decent place to live.

A house with its own doorbell, electric lights in every room, and a garden for the growing of vegetables.

A home that is befitting for a teacher such as I.

A home that is befitting for a teacher such as I.

Eat before I get perishing.

I feel like you've been here.

Perishing mean good.

When I could do he.

Some ice in your back so I don't know if I remember.

We are here.

I'd say I was passing, but my father always say a white lie is your entry card to hell.

Sergeant Roberts, I thought it was in the last of you.

Just plain Mr. Roberts now. And you thought wrong.

Are you alone? Your father and Iris?

No longer with us.

And your husband?

Did you?

What? Look. Make yourself at home, my lie, yeah.

You know what's next?

There was a time back when Queenie still had her sassy spring to her step.

She made head's turn. She had what is called, presence.

But since the war she had lost her spring, head's no longer turned when she passed by.

She had become invisible.

But that day in the park, heads were turning once again to look at her.

Queenie knew that she was not the cause.

But the sight of a black man and white woman walking arm in arm.

With Michael beside her, she was visible again. She existed.

We were flying over France on a night raid in Germany, and the plane was hit.

It just turned into a fire ball.

As I was coming though, I see the plane explode.

I could see ginger in the distance. His parachute was on fire.

It looked like the flame of a match just floating down in the dark sky.

I could hear him screaming.

I came down in a turnip field.

All I got was a spray and dangle.

The day as I spent in that day I'm filled, pulling up turnips from the ground, eating them raw.

Then some French children found me.

That first day they stared at me.

Then one by one, they step up.

I rubbed my skin to see if the color would come off.

I wasn't angry.

I thought maybe this once my black skin would save me.

They would think me an oddity. Not a threat.

They took me to their farm.

The farmer there, he hid me.

When the young scum, he had me over.

I was one of the lucky ones.

You did something last time.

Well, well, my good luck, child.

When I first flew on missions, I always swore this is what kept me safe.

Is that your sister?

We were raised together.

She was something, I tell you.

Nothing could defeat that girl.

I can't believe you kept it all this time.

This one, I want to keep.

It was my good luck, child, to bring you back to me.

I'm going to have you this time.

Michael Rollebs.

Until one day.

But we can't.

Well, we must make the best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

The best of it.

So when you leave tomorrow where you go back to your family in Jamaica?

I go in a photo.

It was a hurricane before I left.

Things are never the same after a hurricane hit.

There's nothing for me there now.

Have you ever felt the force of a hurricane coming?

You know, you can stay here if you have a mind.

I've got plenty of room after all.

Before I came to England,

I had such ideas about what it was like.

But it's just another island.

Just like the one I left.

Full of small mines.

Just like there.

I'm going to Canada.

I tell you, the land is vast there.

A man can breathe there.

He could make a good future for himself in such a land.

She waited,

hoping he would ask her to go with him to Canada.

If he did, she would lock the house, wave goodbye to her life, and go with him.

But he did not ask her.

So she resolved, she would ask him.

But when it came to it, she did not dare say the words.

She was too afraid of what his answer might be.

So it was on that Monday morning, she watched him walk out of her life without a backward glance.

She was so afraid of what he was saying.

She was so afraid of what he was saying.

She was so afraid of what he was saying.

She was so afraid of what he was saying.

She was so afraid of what he was saying.

She was so afraid of what he was saying.

She was so afraid of what he was saying.

I don't want you. I have a journey.

The hurricane is only about that.

The hurricane is only about that.

It's not just me who thinks it.

Mrs Lucas at number 25 feels the same.

So did the reeds at number 19.

I was streaked up in arms about it.

They say either your wife gets rid of the darkeys or they'll be forced to take matters into their own hands.

Now you're back, you can build it, thank God. But I wouldn't leave it too long.

It was a woman, wasn't it?

It had to be a woman.

On the way you think.

India was...

After a while you think you got immune to the squalor and the death.

We lost over half the men in our unit in one month, boys, most of them.

Barely old enough to shave, they're called meat pops.

On V.J. Day, just being alive for us.

Some of the chaps.

I wanted to go to a brothel in Calcutta.

They got me drunk and talked me into going with them.

On the ship on the way back to England, I developed a saw on my...

Well, I knew straight away it was syphilis.

When we first got to India, medically given us a lecture on the symptoms, what to expect.

Abaplexi, insanity, death.

Oh, from a few minutes with a whore in Calcutta.

I thought about ending it all there and then, but I didn't have the bloody guts.

We got back to London now.

You know, I couldn't come home, so...

Ended up at Waterloo Station and I got a train to Brighton.

One lit around and saw an ad in a shop window on the front.

Handy man needed in hotel in exchange for a board and nudging, so I took it and waited to die.

People don't die from syphilis any more than...

I wanted to die. It was my punishment for betraying you.

Why should I escape death when so many hadn't?

But nothing happened. No symptoms.

After a while, I went to a doctor and he said, after silent with that penicillin, I'd either be mad or dead.

Said it wasn't syphilis.

More likely an infected insect bite.

Some husband's you've got yourself, eh?

You're human. I like the rest of us, Bernard.

We none of us, perfect.

You can go now, Gilbert. I do not wish to disrupt your DNA further.

You may want to show me straight away the school at which I will be working.

Artes?

Don't build too many hopes, now.

In England have its own way of doing things.

A teacher will not be treated in the same way as someone in a lower class job.

I will see you at home.

Enter?

Good day to you.

Yes?

I understand this is the place I should present myself for a position in the teaching profession.

You're a teacher.

I am.

May letters of recommendation.

As you will see, one is from the headmaster at my last school.

Sorry, but where are you from, exactly?

Jamaica.

This letter is written by the headmaster at my last school, and you will see that...

The Carl Hill Parish School in Kingston, Jamaica.

And here is the recommendation from the Alexandria Hall Teacher Training College,

which previously I attended under the tutelage.

Is that also in Jamaica?

Of course. Yes.

If you didn't train here, you can't teach here.

It's not possible.

If you read the letters, you will see I spent three years training to be a teacher.

I received distinction in the teaching diploma marijuana to me.

I'm sure you did, but your qualifications aren't recognized here.

There have no use to us.

The Education Authority make the rules. We must abide by them.

I must train all over again.

Is that what you say?

Assuming you are accepted.

I must warn you, competition for places is extremely fierce.

We must leave.

Let's go.

Okay.

You're not asking these questions, what is this?

This is the top of your eyes.

You are my wife.

I can look after myself.

I did it for many years before you came along again.

I don't need your name, woman!

What the city to you?

Is there a change here?

Talk, talk to me.

Tell me what it is thereder.

My teaching qualifications are no good here.

I'm just training that all over again.

And when I get up to go, I walk into a cupboard.

A cupboard?

I thought it was the door to leave by, but it was a cupboard.

I'm a women love on me.

What was in this cupboard?

A broom and mops.

See, I've woken to plenty cupboard myself.

Broom cupboard?

Stationery cupboard?

This one had paper in it also.

Shut, broom and paper.

You should tell them, curious cupboard you have there,

mixing cleaning utensils, stationery.

How long is the end this cupboard?

Long enough to see it was a mess.

Everything here got there, pick up there.

I even bang my foot on a bucket there.

I wouldn't even hurt your foot.

Look at these people, can't keep their cupboard in a tiny manner.

And the card is a civilized country.

You should go back in there and say that

where you are from, you are used to a tiny cupboard.

You are a fool, Gilbert's too, as if.

I try.

God knows.

I have an idea.

We will do what the English do in times of trouble.

We shall drink a cup of tea.

But first, we pay our visit to the king.

Look at all those rooms.

I mean, you can only sleep in one bed at a time after all.

But then here's the king.

Maybe hop between them, eh?

You have no respect, Gilbert Joseph.

You have no respect, Gilbert.

You have no respect, Gilbert Joseph.

You have no respect, Gilbert.

You have no respect.

You have no respect.

You have no respect.

You have no respect, Gilbert Joseph.

What am I to do, Gilbert?

To teach here is all I have a dream of.

Well...

Can you sew?

Of course.

I've been sewing since I was a girl.

Address me a car pass on the way to work.

Share a sign in a window for a seamstress.

I am a teacher, not a seamstress.

And you will be.

You can sew.

And I will drive me poor Safis Van and we will save enough money

so you can go to college and train to be a teacher here.

You would do that for me.

I once had hope to study law.

It was a pipe dream.

We can still make yours happen.

Of course I can also cook.

My teacher, Miss Plumtree, said my lemon sponge cake was the best year of a taste.

Even better than her, she eaten the finest tea shop in London.

She tell you where this tea shop is.

Mm-mm.

Look, everyone's be sure never to go there.

You are teasing me again, Gilbert Joseph.

You are so sweet.

The trauma of war is like a wound which never truly heals.

When a man returns, he can feel like an imposter in his own life.

His struggle for recognition can make him act in a way which even he does not recognize.

What are you doing here, Mr. Bright?

I hate to tell you to leave.

I don't know how you vagalled your way into Queenie's favour.

But I'm back now and I intend to run a clean and respectable household again.

You're saying that we're not respectable? That we're not clean?

What about last night, stinking the hazard of the stench of your cookie?

You're doing insult, my wife, cookin', you going too far?

Don't tell me what to do and say it in my own home.

I want you out, all of you now, tonight.

What's happening in here?

I can hear you all down the stairs.

I was born in this house and will not have worked here.

They need to pack their bags and leave now.

But again, what you think?

You're not mine!

I'm not mine!

I'm not mine!

I'm not mine!

I'm not mine!

Stop!

This is my house now.

You signed over to me when you went away.

It's you who doesn't belong here.

I'm so sorry.

You're not an easy man to deal with, Queenie.

Let's go.

Obook.

Delav

Jack is here, Georgina.

Father, Professor.

Turn on youroke.

Dad?

You found me with chills.

Because it's all made, why is it quickly?

It's a baby coming.

It's coming.

It's coming.

Oh, the doctor's not here yet.

You like going to win?

You know, when they're in the baby,

they'll just stop.

Oh, come on.

You think I'm like that foolishly of girl

and got me the win?

I am an educated woman.

I teach a god's sake, not now, hot ass.

Quickly get down.

They're just here, Mrs. Black.

They're the commie with Mrs. Black.

You're a push now.

Push Mrs. Black.

Push.

And God's neck coming.

Wait a minute.

Push, win.

Oh!

Yes.

She's waiting for you.

No.

Hey, hey, this is nothing to do with me.

No, no!

I swear I'm not the fighter.

No!

This business is not to do with me!

It's not the only black man in England.

Martense?

Come and let me in now?

Martense, please.

I would sit for my trunk when I am sick.

What are you doing?

I'm going!

Martense?

Martense?

Martense?

Please, please.

Shut down.

Shut down.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Take me!

Come on, come on, come on!

We'll drop back!

Get away!

This is not white!

You all right?

God, no, no, no, the fighter is!

Some death would make him in a cyber-pity woman,

but this is not for me!

Our only been there six months.

It cannot be my child.

Martense?

It cannot be my child.

I'm not going to be there.

I'm not injuring the wall.

It was R.E.F. like you.

Ashley, will you be turned up again?

I wish I could tell you I regret it.

But I don't.

You once said that I brought out feelings in you and ever knew you had that it was a gift I had.

That was his gift to me.

And so she told him when she found she was pregnant how she tried everything to get rid of it.

Hot bars, even heavy furniture about, even throwing herself down the stairs.

But nothing worked.

Then, one night, she said how she felt a tiny kick, like a flutter of Morse code.

She saw the enemy was not within her as she had thought, but in the world outside.

And only she could protect him from it.

I was a little bit nervous.

So it was Queenie's son began life in a drawer.

And a bottom drawer of that.

The thing about starting life at the bottom, there's no place to go but up.

Bye!

What's going on with you today?

Today is a special day, man.

Today is a day I had in my cards.

What's it talking about?

Didn't I tell you what I planned?

To do what?

Sweet the road.

I got something going on.

So big man!

My grandma back home selling a good price to some fool, fool, young movie star, right?

She sent him money to me.

True?

Yeah, man.

And if they buy me a house in London up in our Finsbury Park, you know it?

Of course I know it.

So the place is a bit rundown.

But now the seal is gone true.

I want you to fix it up Gilbert.

You can't let that with hot tents.

Other rooms, we let the people from back home.

You collect the rent, you run the place, you keep it nice, your PMS, small percentage.

He can't do all this, he's out.

Because I have my eye on another horse, middle of the same thing.

And you do want a money right now?

No, my not to tell you rent is coming in.

And me and our tents can live this?

Yeah, man, that's the plan.

Why are you doing all this?

For me.

All the boys I meet since we come, it's only you look out for me.

You put our roof over my head when I need it once, so now I return the fear.

You know what you is?

The cavalry.

That's what you are!

The cavalry!

The cavalry!

I'm in war!

Y'am up!

Y'am up!

Y'am up!

Y'am up!

What happened to you and the child's father?

I am to blame Queenie.

If I hadn't gone to Brighton if I had the courage to face you then I would have been here.

All that time I never stopped loving you, Queenie.

I'll take the child on if that's what you want.

I'll be a father to him.

Or I'll leave whatever you want.

I'd run down all right.

So don't be expecting no palace.

You've been empty a long time.

There have been a war remember.

Like that.

You know I let them stop right here.

Is this it?

Is it just this?

Don't rush the judge so quick our tense.

Give it a chance.

It is a fine room, Gilbert.

But is it just this we have?

Or is there more?

Gladroom.

It is an excellent room.

It's very run down.

What?

You scared of a little hard work?

There is nothing here we cannot fix.

A bit of paint.

Had some carpet.

A tear-blanch here is here by the window.

Some warm curtains.

And here.

Two armchairs in front of the fire.

Yes.

It would be very nice.

Like a home should be for a teacher such as I will be.

So I ask again Gilbert to ask if.

Is it just this one room we have?

Or are there others?

Oh no.

There are others or tents?

Plenty of those.

Come.

I'll show them to you.

Queenie here?

I'll go to the village.

Tell her please.

We're moving out to the end of the week.

All of us.

I spoke about knowing the full facts I was mistaken.

You think your white skin makes it better than me, don't you?

We both finished fighting a war for our better world.

We was on the CM side.

And after everything the go through, you still think that I am worthless and that you are better than me?

So tell me.

What exactly was it we fight for?

Gilbert.

Gilbert.

Gilbert.

It's the mice.

It's not the mice.

You want to come in the bed with me?

Say again.

I said you want sleep in the bed with me.

I get perished in here Gilbert Joseph.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

We're going to go to the bed with you.

We want to go to the bed with you.

We want to go to the bed with you.

We want to go to the bed with you.

We want to go to the bed with you.

We want to go to the bed with you.

We want to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm always going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I am going to go to the bed with you.

We want to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go to the bed with you.

I'm going to go out here and look at you.

I managed to get a couple of decent stakes from the butchers too.

The colour chap seems all but ready to leave.

Myself used to be in the garden, I think.

Not in my own holes.

Oh, Ned.

You never told me you were born in this house.

But you still sided over to me.

I love you.

I've got to plant some vegetables for next year.

Be on solids by then, won't you?

Look at the hang of the spot I think you'll see.

You can give me the hand.

I've not a chance of thank you yet, Freudid for us.

I'll put the kettle on.

Do you want to hold them?

No, that's not.

You've a real knack or tense.

I am, is that a we with babies?

You should see a sore self.

He's good as gold, he really is.

He's no bother at all.

I can tell he likes you.

She's jumped a gill putt.

You were scared of printing.

You have a name from yet?

Michael.

You are calling him maker.

Do you like it?

There's a feeling name of mine.

No baby maker.

No.

Well, I'll get her some tea.

You better take him now.

I want you to take him.

Or tense.

I did an aunt drink hot tea while I'm winning.

No.

I mean, I want you and Gil putt to take him with you when you leave.

What is it you say, Quinn?

I'm not going to be a quin.

I'm not going to be a quin.

I'm going to be a quin.

I'm going to be a quin.

What is it you say, Quinn?

I want you to bring him up as your son.

I know it's a lot to ask, but you're good people.

I know you look after him.

You give him the home he deserves.

You do not want your baby.

Yes, I want him.

Of course I want him.

But I want what's best for him and I can't give him that.

Look, say yes, please.

Oh, I beg you.

If that's what it takes, I've thought about it.

I've thought about nothing else. It's the only way.

Quinn, God's name's going on.

She asked us to take the baby.

It's the best thing for him.

Oh, he's not the best thing for him.

I'll be there to help. I told you.

You say that now when he's just a baby.

But what happens when he grows into a strapping young man with a mind of his own and does something else of order?

You'll think, you know, wag, you're black bastards.

I would never think such a thing.

You won't be able to help yourself.

Burner, because you'll be angry.

Angry for all the times the neighbor shunned you or the bricks thrown through the windows or the sniggas behind your back.

He'll see the anger in your eyes.

And he'll know he's the cause of it.

He's the only black fizzy.

He'll never feel he belongs.

I want him to hold his head up high and not be brought down because people shout abuse at him wherever.

I beg you, please take him.

Not for my sake of it, but he'll be like, you've been through a lot, Queenie.

It's not you.

I'm not in you and everything.

Oh, God.

As Gilbert comforted Queenie, he saw a look in Burner's face he recognized.

Repugnance.

He'd seen it too many times to mistake it.

Artansco.

He knew that look would forever haunt him.

Yet still he fought it.

How will we feel knowing we turned out back?

We can't do this, Artans.

How can we?

We have our own lives to lead.

We have enough going on without artists.

He's not our responsibility.

I'm leaving you alone.

Look, he's not alone.

He has Queenie.

She's not enough.

She knows that.

My mother knew it too.

To give up what you love the most.

I thought I would have such courage.

No!

This was the Michelineo.

We were raised together as brother and sister.

He was blessed in the war.

I was a child then.

I'm a grown woman now.

And old enough to be a mother.

I'm a young woman.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm a young woman now.

I'm not a young woman now.

rights

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

I'm not going to be a good one.

You can have a look at me.

You can have a look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at you.

Look at this little blue brick.

Look at me.

Look at me.

There we go.

Hi guys. Can I get your stuff here?

We've been doing our genealogy team again.

Is this the house I moved into?

Mm-hmm. And a few years later, I bought it.

And this is your great grandma, Hortense, the woman who raised me.

Who's that?

She is my mother.

I'm going to go to the park. Do you want to come with us, Dad?

Why not?