Vera Drake

Hello, George.

Only me.

How are you

today, dear?

Having a little doze,

or just resting your eyes?

I'll make you

a fresh cup.

Shan't be a minute.

Couple of biscuits.

Here you are then, dear.

That better?

Yes, thank you.

- A little bit...

- A bit more?

There. Do you need

anything else, dear?

You sure?

Drink your tea up

before it gets cold.

I'll be on

my way.

Tell Ivy I was asking

after her, won't you?

And don't get up

to any mischief.

Ta ta, dear.

- Hello, Reg.

- Afternoon, Mrs. Drake.

- You all right, dear?

- Can't complain.

- Going off for your tea?

- Yes.

- What you having?

- Bit of bread 'n dripping.

- That all?

- Cup of tea.

Look after yourself, Reg.

I told you.

You ought to come over to our

house for tea one night.

- I don't want to put you out.

- Oh, don't be daft.

What about tomorrow?

You could come over after work.

You know where we are.

Number 82.

I'll feed you up a bit.

Do you fancy that?

- You sure?

- Be no trouble, Reg.

- Go on, then.

- Oh, lovely.

See you tomorrow, then.

Now don't you forget!

- Hello, Nellie.

- All right, Vera?

- Isn't it cold?

- Yes.

That's better.

Nice cup of tea.

- That you, Ethel?

- Hello, Mom.

- Nippy today, weren't it?

- Yes.

Ooh. Hold up,

Ethel.

- 'Scuse, Mom.

- What you doing?

I'm washing me hands

like you told me to.

- Oh, yes. Your dad's here.

- Hello, Dad.

- Hello, Mom. You all right, Ethel?

- Yes.

- All right, Dad?

- Yes, thank you.

- Good day?

- Not bad, you?

- Can't complain.

- Oh, Ethel. Take the teapot through.

God, I'm starving.

I could eat an 'orse.

Wash your hands, Dad,

I'll put the tin on the table.

Just get me

slippers on.

Well he's all on his tod, ain't he?

Seems a nice enough fellow, though.

- Oh yes. Hard worker.

- Is he the little bloke... bald?

- No.

- No. Stocky fellow.

- Lives opposite.

- Oh, yes. Does he?

I shouldn't wonder he don't have bread

and dripping every night.

There ain't nothing wrong

with bread and dripping.

Not every night.

- I wouldn't mind.

- Oh yes? Like to see your face

If I put bread and dripping on the table

every teatime.

No, I'll do him

a nice stew.

- Can we have dumplings, Mom?

- Of course, we can.

- I love a dumpling.

- You are a dumpling.

- Oh, that's nice.

- What you got your work clothes on for?

It's a Tuesday, Dad.

I've got me night school.

- Oh, yes.

- That's right.

I've gotta leave

in a minute.

Dumpling.

I'm meeting David

this evening.

You're looking

very flat-chested.

Have you

lost weight?

I don't know.

That was lovely, Vera.

Thank you very much.

- Very tasty.

- You're welcome, I'm sure.

Why don't you sit on the settee, Reg?

Make yourself at home.

Yeah, Reg. Sit down.

We'll have a smoke.

Make a fresh pot,

Ethel.

- Here we are.

- Nah, go on.

- Sid?

- Oh, cheers, mate.

How's work

going, Stan?

- Was it motors?

- Motor mechanic, yes.

Well, they bring 'em in.

We mend 'em, push 'em back out again.

It's just the two of us, see?

Me and my brother.

Oh, a family

business like?

Well, it's Frank's business.

I work for him... with him.

Have you always worked

on the roads, then, Reg?

- No. I started in the war.

- Oh.

Oh, what kind of war effort

did you have, Reg?

- The pioneer corps.

- Oh, yes?

We laid tarmac

on the American bases.

- Did you?

- We did.

- Went out in France... 1940.

- You was out there early?

Dunkirk. We done a running when they

broke through.

Then we went out

a few days after D-day.

Same as you, Dad.

'Bout a month after D-day,

we went out there.

- Just after the battle of Caen.

- Oh, yes?

It was murder then. Mind you,

others had it worse than us.

I was in the service corps...

driver.

We pushed from Normandy

into northern France, Belgium,

And I ended up

in Hamburg.

I was in Hamburg

and all, Reg.

- Was you?

- Not then, though.

- No, after the war. National service.

- Oh, I'm with you.

I'll tell you, they've got it worse

over there... the Germans.

We all

had it bad.

- It weren't cozy for no one, was it?

- Right along, Dad.

No, but we done demolition

before the war...

- Me and my brother.

- Oh, does he live around here?

Not now.

He's in Australia.

- Melbourne.

- Ooh, is he?

He went out

two year ago.

That's a long way

away, isn't it?

Well, he was

in Burma in the war.

- My brother was in Burma.

- Was he?

Well, he met a few

Australian blokes,

Came back, married a Scottish girl

and went out there.

Oh, well, I never...

Was he a P.O.W., Reg?

He don't talk

about it, Stan.

No, my friend

won't talk about it, neither.

You lose

any mates, Reg?

A few, yes.

I lost a couple

of pals, and all.

I lost my

best mate.

- Ah, that's right... Bill.

- Did our basic together and everything.

Out in Palestine...

he got ambushed

in an orange grove.

I had to pack his kit

up for him like...

Sit next to Reg.

- It's dreadful, isn't it?

- Terrible.

You warm enough, Reg?

Put the fire on, Dad.

I lost my mom

in the blitz.

Did you, Reg?

Chapel Street market,

Well now we remember

that bomb, don't we, Dad?

- It blew all the windows out.

- Yes, it did.

It was just around the corner,

Penton Street.

- Opposite the church.

- Oh, yeah.

Our flats never

got touched.

She popped in to see my aunt,

went shopping...

gone.

Another cup

of tea, Reg?

Sorry to hear

that, mate.

That was

a lovely spread, Vera.

Thank you

very much.

Well, enjoy

your pub.

Make sure you wear a coat,

Susan, if you're traveling

- in an open top sports car.

- Yes, I am.

- Cheerio, chap

- Goodbye, sir.

Good night, Sid.

- Night, Dad.

- Night-night, Ethel.

Night-night, Dad.

Night, Ethel.

Good night.

Where are you tomorrow,

Mrs. Wells'?

No, Mrs. Fowler's

tomorrow.

I was at Mrs. Wells'

this morning, bless her.

- Night-night, love.

- Night, dear.

Ooh, Stanley,

your feet!

- Warm 'em up for us.

- Come on, then.

I reckon that Reg

would make a good husband

to some nice girl.

Where's a bloke like that

gonna meet anybody?

We managed to find

each other.

Sure enough.

Miracles

do happen.

Let me go.

Don't.

Stop.

- You're terribly beautiful, you know.

- I should get a...

- I should get a taxi.

- Shh.

Come on, let's dance.

Don't be silly.

- I do apologize.

- What?

I haven't got

a gramophone.

It's not funny.

- It's not funny.

- It's not funny?

It's not funny...

Not funny?

Oh, morning, Mrs. Fowler.

Good morning,

Mrs. Drake.

Oh, I'm in

your way, here?

Lost something?

- I am in your way, aren't I?

- Oh, it's just...

I can't see

for looking, sometimes.

I'm like

that myself.

Among other things.

All right, Mother?

Ain't you been

up today?

Leave it alone.

You getting married

yourself, sir?

No, I fear.

No, it'll be a sister of mine

that's getting married.

- Oh, lovely.

- Yeah.

But to tell you the truth,

I haven't met her man yet.

He's a bit

of dark horse, so l...

- Just lower your arm for me.

- Yeah.

So when are you

catching the boat?

A week this

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