Bride Flight Page #2

decide today whom you will serve...

Look.

And...

A bunker.

- They feared a Japanese invasion.

The city owns the land,

but the bunker is ours.

This is the kitchen. It is nearly ready.

The fireplace will go here.

But I don't know...

I have to work as well.

This is a good mattress,

got it at a bargain price.

Derk, that... Well done.

Derk?

Can you undo my buttons?

If you want me to leave...

Would you like to lie in bed?

You must suppress these forces.

You are carrying a child.

I don't know, Derk. I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Do you ever sleep?

- Not very well.

It's fairly easy, you know.

So teach me, then.

That's the first step.

Now close your eyes.

- Show me.

Anyone can do it.

Except you and me.

Were you still in Indonesia

when the Japs came?

Did everyone get out okay?

No.

It'll be a nice day tomorrow.

Yes.

Hans.

Hello.

I wake up and hear birds.

I see a clear blue sky and the sun is out.

The people are so friendly. So nice.

I've never slept so well in my life.

Isn't it beautiful?

Did you see that?

They have prams on the tram here.

I hope everything works out well for you.

- You too.

Shall I come with you?

Esther.

What a fantastic day.

They were expecting you yesterday.

Go round the back.

Only snobs use the front door.

I'd climb over the roof, as long as

I don't have to see the Jottkowitzes.

I didn't come here for that.

Voil.

Nice, different. Not my taste,

but nice for the time being.

I'm not missing them yet.

It may sound blunt but that's how I feel.

And you?

- I've been missing them for ten years.

Perhaps we're making a mistake.

- We just need time. That's all.

What if it turns out that we're not suited?

- So what? We belong together.

There is no one else.

We don't have anyone else.

Will we be happy?

There have been so many deaths,

Esther. Your whole family and mine too.

I can become supervisor in Auckland.

My two years are up.

It's far better paid. We'll get a house.

Congratulations.

Listen.

You are a daughter of Israel.

- How delightfully solemn.

I want you to cook kosher meals.

Our kids should learn traditional values.

We'll celebrate Sabbath,

Purim and Sukkot.

That's how we can pass on our lives.

You have so much energy.

Devote it to a higher cause.

Which is?

- You know.

The resurrection of the people of Israel.

I give you children, and they

grow up as happy and free Jews.

I make the Sabbath meal, you pray.

Our children dressed up smart.

We become a warm,

cosy Yiddish family.

We light the candles

and sing traditional songs...

for all the skeletons on the dresser.

They eat with us

One bite for Grandma, one for Grandpa.

A bite for Sal. Six million mouthfuls.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

They're not eating my cake.

They won't eat it if it's not homemade.

Ridiculous.

Where's Leon? And Hans?

Have you seen Hans?

Hans? Hans?

I will call her Emma.

Or Danny.

And I want a...

Look at that child.

Come look.

This is what it will look like.

- Nice.

Are there enough children's rooms?

- Just say how many.

Show-off.

Marjorie?

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yes, it's all part of being pregnant.

I don't understand.

I want to go home.

It went well.

You just had surgery.

- Shouldn't you be off to work?

Let me do that.

- Why? It can't do any harm now, can it?

Just add it to the list.

- No matter, darling.

I am not a cripple. I am not an invalid.

You're going to be late.

Don't stay here for me.

Bye, Hans.

Hi, how are you?

- Fine. Tea?

How are you doing?

Writing home?

Yes.

That must be tough.

I'd already written Mum and Dad a letter.

I was so happy. And now I have to...

But how?

- Perhaps you should wait a while.

It's gone by boat.

It's not even there yet.

And now I have to...

What should I write?

Just leave it a bit.

I'm fertile. All of us at home are.

- Marjorie?

One look is enough.

My big sister has four.

Our Greet is expecting her third baby.

Don't be alarmed.

I'm almost seven months gone.

So all that time...

- I don't want it.

I've lost my customers.

I've been thrown out of my room.

Mrs Young felt awkward, but an unmarried

mother would damage her reputation.

But I can deal with that.

I don't want to have a Jewish child.

Why not?

And Leon?

- It's not Leon's.

Whose is it then?

You don't know?

Why didn't you get rid of it?

You must know places.

- I won't have an abortion.

Virtually nil isn't nil.

- But it remains virtually nil.

So should I just throw myself

into the ocean?

That's not what I mean.

It could be our eldest

if we are lucky to have more.

And if we don't?

- Then at least we have one child.

Yes, otherwise you'd never have

any children and you'd hate me.

Okay, we won't do it then.

Hans, don't cry.

Sorry.

No one will ever find out. Never.

Not even the child.

- That's the one condition.

Promise.

- Promise.

It's our child. My own child.

It will have a good and safe life.

Is... Is it okay?

She's perfectly healthy.

A gorgeous daughter.

Julie.

Julie.

Perhaps God's forgiven us.

- Perhaps.

I'll put it here.

June 1954.

Dear Mum and Dad,

thank you for sending me the magazine.

It's a shame there was only one copy.

Everything is fine.

My belly is really starting to swell,

but I'm feeling fine.

I'm really busy preparing

for the arrival of our little one.

It's adorable.

July 1954.

We've got snow. Isn't that funny?

Everything is back to front here.

My blood pressure is a little high.

So I can't have salt anymore.

No more salt...

- Awful.

Other than that, all is going perfectly.

I feel great.

Pressure on my bladder,

painful thighs, can't lie down anymore...

Apart from the usual complaints

that you get when you're pregnant.

I think about you a lot, Mum.

Yes. Me too.

About my mother.

Not yet. Hang on.

- Okay.

The next one, or the one after that.

- Wait. I can't.

The baby won't wait.

Bloody hell...

Rush as hard as you can.

And don't swear.

Well done. Now go ahead.

Rush, push.

Well done. Keep going.

Rush, push, push, push.

A little more. Yes, yes.

There's salt in it again now.

There.

Here you are.

It's a recipe from the Margriet.

Mum still sends it.

How is...

- Don't. We wouldn't talk about it.

Dear Mum and Dad.

Our baby is making us wait, which

is good because we are busy moving.

The weather is better

on the North Island, so I said to Hans,

''Let's go,

we get enough snow in Holland.''

Keep it a secret.

- Yes.

A safe life.

- Yes.

Promised?

Yes.

Everything's going well.

Life is wonderful.

I've got a feeling, don't laugh at me, but

I've got a feeling it's going to be a boy.

My son and my granddaughter.

Should I have?

Nanna.

- Darling, you look amazing.

Look, from the reins.

- Look at that.

She was backpacking in Australia,

but stayed on on a horse farm.

And not just because of the horses.

How many children have you got?

- Three. All girls.

Then there's my wife. I'm lucky.

Bobby, darling.

Are you coming?

Who is Frank?

You're early.

Explain it to the Minister tonight.

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