Our Mother's House
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- 1967
- 104 min
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Good evening, Mr Halbert.
I've done shopping, Hugh.
What are you doing?
-They're for mother...
When she's better.
She'll love it.
Have you paid Mrs Quayle?
-Yes, she's still here.
Come on... we'll be late.
Dunstan...Are you coming?
It's nearly "mother-time".
Hey, wait, Jimminy darling!
Did you call, Mrs 'ook?
She's been asleep, Mrs Quayle.
-Oh, I won't disturb 'er then.
Elsa! Tell your mum I'll be
in Saturday next week, alright?
I'll tell her, Mrs
Quayle. -Alright then.
Hope your mum'll soon be better.
Well, I'm off then. Cheery-bye!
Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.
You know who I am...I'm... -Dad?
No, I'm... -Mother?
No, I'm Mrs Quayle...
old "Snail Quayle"...
And I'm going to give you
a proper dusting.
Sh!..She'll hear you!
"Mother-time"
What's wrong, Diana? -Nothing.
Jimminy, you bring the little
ones in. They're in the garden.
"All things bright
...and beautiful..."
Elsa...
Is she still asleep?
So... is she...?
Is it mother?
Mother... please!
Don't, Hugh! She's...
It's all over.
But she can't be dead!
-She IS, Hugh...I know!
She...
She's gone.
Stop it Gerty...
Stop it at once!
You gotta tell them, Else.
to do! I'm the eldest.
Alright, Else.
Please, Hugh... The little ones
mustn't see you've been crying.
Alright, Hugh...I'm ready.
Sh!..Here's Hugh.
Elsa says...
you can come in now.
Read to us!
Mother...
Mother has passed on.
Mother has passed on.
You're cold, Mother!
It's alright,
Diana... It's alright.
But she's cold!
She's cold!
Mother's... d...
Dead.
What's dead?
Like...
Like...Jesus? -That's right.
She's gone to join Jesus.
Crucified... dead and buried...
And on the third day,
He rose again.
And He rose...
Mother won't rise again.
She needs some blankets...
she's cold...
She's not dead!
She's alright... she's not dead
...she's not!
Stop it, Diana, stop it!
Stop it Di... she IS dead!
I am the rose of Sharon...
...and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns...
so is my love among
the daughters.
As the apple tree
among the trees of the wood...
so is my beloved
among the sons.
I sat down under his shadow...
You forgot my food!
Jimminy!
You haven't fed him!
I forgot.
I do forget things, you know.
Mother knows.
Doesn't she...Else?
You never do anything
but draw all the time...
more important...
Don't be foolish, Dun!
It's alright, Jimminy...
you can do it later.
Mother wouldn't have minded.
I mind! I mind!
It does matter!
We're gonna be finished!
Whither is thy beloved gone
Whither is thy beloved turned aside...
that we may seek him with thee?
My beloved is gone down
into his garden...
to the beds of spices,
to feed in the gardens,
and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved
and my beloved is mine...
Don't stop.
By night on my bed I sought him
whom my soul loveth...
I sought him, but I found him not.
I will rise now, and go about
the city in the streets
and in the broad ways I will seek him
whom my soul loveth...
I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city
found me...
to whom I said...
Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little that I passed from them,
but I found him whom my soul loveth
I held him, and would not let him go,
until I had brought him into my mother's house...
and into the chamber
of her that conceived me.
For what we are about to receive...
...may the Lord make us truly grateful.
Amen.
More sugar.
You've got it.
Well, it's not sweet enough.
She shows no respect.
Don't, Dun... she's only a baby.
Here you are.
We ought to tell someone, Elsa.
Tell who?
The doctor.
What doctor?
The one down Millet Rd...
Dr Meadows.
We could tell him...
Couldn't we?
Mother wouldn't want
...touching her!
When I had measles, mother...
That's different, Gerty...
Mother isn't ill any more...
Mother's dead.
God will keep us well
if He wants us well...
...or He'll take us to His bosom
when our time is done.
Remember?
She always said that.
We're going to keep the budgie...
aren't we?
Of course we are.
Everything's going to be
exactly the same.
Everything.
That's Mother's comb!
Can't I keep it now, Else?
Certainly not!
Mother won't need to comb
any more.
Gerty!
Well, she won't...
will she, Else?
Mother and I
called it wiggy-wiggy!
Stop it!
Both of you... stop it!
Now, straight to bed!
Good night!
Wiggy!
Goodnight... wiggy wiggy wiggy...
Listen!..I remember...
Mother left a will.
Perhaps there's something in it...
Something Mother wanted us to know.
Well, where is it?
It's in Mother's desk.
What's a... will?
What's a... will?
"Last Will and Testament"
I, Violet Edna Hook...
being of sound mind,
hereby bequeath...
the need for my home, house,
all the furniture...
...and contents therein...
...and the money in my
Post Office Savings Account...
...to my dear children.
In death, as in life,
And so long as they remain together,
cherishing each other...
...and living in
Christian harmony...
...no harm shall come to them.
To my...
What else does it say?
Nothing.
Let me see!
There's nothing else,
I tell you!
We're going to get out it.
Please...I want a biscuit.
Biscuit! You can't have a biscuit
every time you want one.
Yes, she can!
Well, she's not gonna get anything
she wants at the orphanage, is she?
Keep it, Dun!
What's an... orphanage?
It's a place with bars on the windows...
Big iron bars that you can't get out!
And you're not allowed outside,
except when they say.
And they whip you...
they whip you with whips!
And they never give you
enough to eat.
And you wear sack-cloth
and sleep on bare boards.
And they put the girls in one place
and the boys in another.
And you're not allowed to talk...
or they'll whip you!
Why do we have to go
to an orphanage?
Because we're... orphans.
No... silly!.
We won't tell them.
Please, Elsa...
Can I have a biscuit now?
They'll find out!
The funeral men will tell.
Any grown-up will tell.
We won't tell them, then.
We have to tell them...
we have to have a funeral.
Why?
Because you have to bury the dead...
that's why.
Why?
Because God said so!
What did God say, Dun?
For dust thou art...
...and dust to dust
thou shallt return.
What happens, Dun?
The funeral man
puts the body in a box.
And he carries it to the graveyard.
They dig the ground...
And they make the grave.
And they put the body
in the grave.
Put the earth back... and then...
They're not going to take mother
away from us, are they?
Elsa...
Can't we bury Mother in the garden?
Then we needn't tell anybody!
Mother!
Mother!
Where's Mother?
It's alright, Willy... it's alright!
Better get ready for school.
Jimminy!
It's school time.
Come on, Jimminy!
Now then... remember...
If anyone asks about Mother...
You just say she's ill.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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