Vera Drake Page #3

- I ain't got round to it yet.

- You do your own sewing?

Well, I'm all fingers

and thumbs, but I have a go.

You ought to bring 'em

over here, Reg.

You need a little patch

on that.

I'll get you a bit of cloth

from the shop, Reg.

What is it?

Navy serge, 19 oz.

Give it to Mom, she'll mend it for you,

no problem.

- I could do that.

- Of course, she can.

- Ethel will see you right.

- I don't want to put you out.

- I don't mind.

- Thanks very much.

It'll cost you...

half a crown!

- Do you want another sweet?

- Ta.

- What are you doing, love?

- Go back to sleep.

You're ill.

It's going to have

to be quick.

- Is it going to take long?

- No, dear.

I haven't told him, you see?

He's supposed to be at work.

- Yes, dear.

- What's he want to come home sick for?

Take your knickers

off for me.

Can't have no

more kids, see?

I've got seven already.

I ain't having no more.

- I know, dear.

- It'd kill me.

Lay the towel

on the bed for me.

You sit right

on the edge.

- What's that?

- Just soapy water, dear...

a bit of disinfectant.

- Do you want me to lie down?

- Stay where you are.

- I've just got to get this inside.

- All right.

All right.

You all right?

Yes.

Oy, oy.

- What?

- See them, blonde, brunette?

- Oh, tidy!

- Ain't they?

How do you do?

Right, 'o mugger... bright-eyed,

bushy-tailed and look lively.

- We only just got here.

- Oh, come on, Kenny,

- let your hair down.

- Enjoy the view.

- Let's have a swap, eh?

- All right.

Do you reckon

she likes him?

Well, she's gone

for a walk with him.

She wouldn't go, would she,

if she didn't like him. Would she?

He should take her

out dancing.

- I don't think he's that type.

- I can't see Reg dancing.

She'd come back

black and blue, wouldn't she?

- Dad.

- She'd have to give her feet a soak.

They might turn out

to be a proper Fred and Ginger,

The pair of them.

You never know.

- Did you have to come far?

- Not far, dear, no.

Are you sure you

wouldn't like a drink?

No, thank you.

- Have you done this before, dear?

- Yes, as it happens.

Here

we are...

One bowl,

one towel.

- Kettle's on.

- Oh. Thank you.

Are you sure

you wouldn't like a drink?

No, dear.

What?

You know, your hair

looks really lovely.

- Do you think so?

- Yes.

Oh.

Why don't you make us

all a cup of tea?

What, do you want

a cup of tea as well?

Oh.

Good luck.

All right, dear.

You're gonna have

to take your knickers off.

Okey-dokey.

So, how are you?

This is rather

a surprise.

- Haven't seen you for ages.

- Yes... no...

Sugar?

No, thank you.

- Thank you for coming today.

- Yeah? Not at all.

An excuse to get out

of that dreary old bank.

Would you like

a fag?

No,

thank you.

Thank you for...

Sorry.

What's the matter?

Oh, sorry.

Have some cake.

I had a piece before you arrived.

Can't resist...

it's delicious.

I wanted to talk

to you.

Fire away.

Um.

You're the first person

I thought of.

Really.

Crikey, Susan.

What is it?

I have this, um...

friend, who...

she needs some help.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

You've got yourself

into trouble, haven't you?

Oh, Susan.

You clot.

Who told you

to phone me?

All right. I'll tell you

what you have to do.

Oh, and when you see the psychiatrist,

you have to make up a fearful fib

about some potty aunt

or something or other.

Here.

Have a hanky.

Thank you.

You'll be all right,

you know.

Hello, George.

Oh... hello, Peggy!

You off work, today?

Sit up, then

Oh, she's all right, George.

Bless her.

This has slipped

a bit.

Ivy taken bad again,

has she?

Oh, dear. Well I'll make

a fresh pot of tea.

And you'll want a biscuit,

Peggy, I shouldn't wonder.

- Hello, Ivy.

- All right, Vera?

Having one

of your bad days?

- I'm sick of it.

- Oh, dear.

I'll put

the kettle on.

Didn't you sleep

last night, dear?

You don't sleep

when you're like this, do you?

Have you managed to kip

at all today?

- No, I ain't.

- Oh, ain't you?

Still, you're

in the best place, Ivy.

I should be at work.

You can't go to work

in this state.

Somebody's got

to earn the money.

If I stay off,

she wants to stay off.

I'll lose me job

if this goes on.

It's not

your fault, dear.

Try telling that

to your boss.

They don't understand

nothing, men.

Bastards.

Now...

is this your first

pregnancy?

Yes.

And what does

the father say?

Um...

I don't want

my parents to know.

No, no, no.

I mean the father of the child.

Big as you can.

Come and sit down.

Have you considered

the possibility of having the child?

I can't.

Very well.

I'll help you,

But I'm afraid we are

obliged to discuss

The delicate matter

of money.

It'll come

to 150.00.

How much do you

have available?

Um, just over

100.00.

I see.

Well...

Let's say 100 guinea, shall we?

In advance. In cash.

Now, I shall require you

to see a psychiatrist.

- I know.

- Do you?

Yes.

And I'll arrange

the nursing home...

and the obstetrician.

Baxter.

Terribly good man.

Any questions?

Pretty day.

Yes.

- How many weeks pregnant are you?

- Seven.

And were you

a virgin?

Yes.

Miss Wells,

it would be helpful

If you would give me

simple and honest answers

If you can.

What does

your father do?

- My father?

- Yes.

Um, he works in the Ministry

of Defense.

And are your parents

happily married?

Um, I think so.

Is there any history

of mental illness in your family?

Yes...

an aunt of my mother's

committed suicide.

Did she?

Yes.

And your own mental state, how would you

describe it at the moment?

- Um.

- Anxious?

Depressed?

Tell me your feelings

towards the father of the child.

- Do you love him?

- No.

- Does he love you?

- No.

Did you love him

at the point of conception?

No.

Did he force

himself on you?

Miss Wells...

if you were to have

the child,

would you keep it

or have it adopted?

I can't have it.

I'd rather

kill myself.

Well, I don't think

we can allow that to happen...

can we?

Tea's brewing.

- Miss Wells.

- Hello.

- I'm Nurse Willoughby.

- How do you do?

- Is this all your luggage?

- Uh, yes.

- If you'd like to follow me.

- Thank you.

- Have you had far to come?

- Not really, no.

- Miss Wells.

- Hello.

- Sister Beech.

- How do you do?

I hope you'll

be comfortable.

Thank you.

There, dear.

I'll put this back

under the bed for you.

Now...

that didn't take too long, did it?

- What, you finished already?

- Yes, dear.

So when am I

going to see you again?

What did

you say, dear?

You have

to come back, yes?

Oh no, dear.

I've done all I've got to do.

Now you've

just got to wait.

What is it

I'm waiting for?

For it

to come away, dear.

But all you used

was a little bit of water.

Don't you worry.

What happens

if something goes wrong?

Now what's going

to happen is this...

tomorrow...

or Sunday, you'll have

a pain down below.

Get yourself

to the toilet.

You'll start bleeding, it'll all come

away, you'll be right as rain.

What you need now

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