Our Mother's House Page #2
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- 1967
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Because she's been ill
a long time.
That's right...
and she's still very ill.
She's not ill... she's dead.
Oh, Gerty!
But she is, isn't she?
Yes, but you mustn't tell anyone.
Remember?
Not even Miss Bailey?
You'll never understand.
I do!..It's a secret!
And if we tell
we go to hell.
That's right!
Come on... we mustn't be late.
Jimminy... no hanging about
after school.
Remember?
It's Mother's cheque.
Elsa...
Do we HAVE to go?
Don't worry...
Come on, we'll manage.
We managed all the time
Mother was ill...
We'll manage now.
We've got to have faith.
Yes, Willy...
we'll talk to her tonight.
We'll have "Mother-time" the same
as usual... and we'll talk to her.
Everything's going to be
exactly the same, as it always was.
Oh Mother, you are always with us.
Oh Mother, you are
always with us.
When we are awake
and when we are asleep.
When we are awake
and when we are asleep.
We kept with you to guide us.
We kept with you to guide us.
To watch us and to love us
To watch us and to love us
In your house and in your tabernacle
In your house and
in your tabernacle
Speak to us oh Mother,
for we love you.
Speak to us oh Mother,
for we love you.
Amen.
Mother, we'll always be here.
My beloved spake
and said unto me...
Look, Miss Bailey...
That's nice, Jimminy...
Is it YOUR house?
Diana says it's a tabernacle.
For Mother.
Is she any better?
And we all look after Mother.
After... after...
V...
I...
O...
L...
E...
...T.
42 pounds is
an awful lot of money.
Isn't it, Else?
No it isn't...
Not after you've paid all the bills...
and bought food and that.
There's never anything left.
We're not rich, Gerty.
You mustn't go thinking that.
O...O...K
That's very good!
"Violet Hook"
No one will ever know
the difference.
...30 pounds...
We... get... more... than... he does...
Good morning miss...
What can I do for you?
It's Mother's cheque...
The annuity... to be cashed.
Mother's annuity, eh?
Why can't Mother cash this herself?
She's ill...
She wrote you a letter...
Just a minute.
How would you like it, miss?
39...40...41...
42 pounds, 3 shillings and sixpence!
I told you!
You're a genius, Jimminy.
Now you're going to sign for Mother
every month!
It's easy...
-Hooray for Jimminy!
There's this too...
Mother's savings account.
I found it in her desk.
433 pounds, 10
shillings and sevenpence!
We're rich! We're rich!
No we aren't.
Mother said that's money
for a rainy day.
Isn't it a rainy day now?
We forgot to do the shopping.
Can you buy some baked beans...
please... please... please!
Elsa!
Is that you?
Where's your mother?
Where is she... what's up?
Where's all her furniture?
She's gone away, Mrs Quayle.
Gone away?
And she asked me to tell you
we shan't be needing you anymore.
Not after today.
You won't be needing me anymore?
Me?
Look...What is all this?
What do you mean,
she's gone away?
Mrs Quayle...
Mother's very ill...
She's had to go away
to the seaside.
The doctor sent her to the seaside
to get better.
The doctor!?
And it's going to cost
a lot of money...
So we can't afford you,
any more, Mrs Quayle.
Doctor! Look, don't give me that!
You're mother wouldn't have
a doctor in this house
if you were all dying
on your feet!
That much I DO know!
Mrs Quayle...I think you'd better go.
Oh, don't worry dear...I'm going!
I wouldn't stay in this house.
It's marvellous, i'n it?.
I don't even get a week's notice!
After all the love
I've given you children.
And that's all the thanks I get!
Cleaning up after you lot...
Waiting on HER...
hand and foot!
I'm not a fool, you know.
Locking herself up in her room like
that hardly saying a word to me.
And you lot acting so queer.
I knew there was something going on.
Here's your money, Mrs Quayle.
May I have your key, please?
After all I've done
for your mother!
Listening to her groaning
and screaming!
Putting it on the Lord
to forgive her sins...
Yes, that's something I better not say
too much about.
Though I COULD, mind you!
I could!
We don't need a cleaning lady, anyway.
Does it mean I have to do rubbish?
Elsa!
What is it?
There's a letter for Mother...
From someone called Mr Charles Hook.
Must be one of our relations.
Elsa!
We don't want anything
to do with him.
Why?
Who is he?
Well, who is he?
If you must know...
He's Mother's husband.
Husband?
Elsa, that means he's our father.
We could have told him, Elsa.
About Mother.
Will he...
-No!
Mother wouldn't have wanted that.
She said he was a beast
and we're well rid of him.
He must love us.
We don't need him, Hugh.
Honest, we don't.
We've got each other...
haven't we?
Gerty... stop that this minute!
You won't tell the others,
will you, Hugh?
Please.
Alright, I'm coming!
Gerty...Dun... what's the matter?
You've got to stop screaming!
He said I'm not allowed to play
on the swing anymore!
She'll sing out loudly to everyone!
Can't you leave her alone?
He said I'm not allowed to play
in the garden at all....anymore!
It's Mother's garden now.
You see, you've got no respect!
You're a sinner!
And God will rip your insides out
and leave you to rot...
...if you play in the garden
any more.
Can I have a ride?
Oh, please can I have a ride!
Please!
Thank you very much!
Mother is here.
Mother is listening.
Does anyone wish to
speak to Mother?
Gerty does....she wants to confess.
-No I don't... I got a tummy-ache.
Mother says...
"What has Gerty done wrong?"
Nothing!
You brought a stranger
to the house, didn't you?!
She's too little, Dun!
Too little to tell.
I didn't tell...
I didn't!
Do you want them to find out
about Mother?
Do you want them
to take Mother away?
Do you?!
Mother says...
"What else has Gerty done wrong?"
Nothing!
You let the stranger touch you,
didn't you?
He didn't! He didn't!
You're lying...
I saw you!
I didn't! I didn't!
Honest I didn't.
I only kissed him...
That's all.
Harlot!
Poor Mother.
What else did you do?
Mother wants to know!
You were vulgar...
weren't you!?
No... no... no... no... no!
Stop it, Dun! Stop it!
Guess who's forgotten Mother!
Gerty must me punished.
Mother... dear Mother...
Tell us what Gerty's punishment
should be.
Take her...
Take away the comb.
Take away the comb!
No!
Cut off her hair!
No!
Punish!
Cut her hair!
It's grown long again...
Punish little daughter...
Punish sin!
You can't do it, Dun!
You can't!
Do you know better than Mother?
Do you think you know better
than God?
Oh Mother, you are always with us.
Oh Mother, you are always with us.
When we are awake
and when we are asleep.
When we are awake
and when we are asleep.
No!
No...No...No...Please!
No... stop please!
Oh please, no!
Gerty...
Gerty...
Gerty...
Mummy...
Come to bed, Gerty.
It's alright, Gerty.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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