The Godsend

Getting hungry?

- Girl: No, not yet! - No? Oh?

It would be nice if we could find a little stream.

Come on, dad, let's have a race.

All right. Here we go then.

- Oh, Sam, you're so heavy. - Girl: You can't catch us, dad.

Come on, I'm winning!

I won! I won! I won! I'm faster than you.

Well done.

Where's mummy?

I'll have a look.

Mummy?

Katie?

We met on the walk, dad.

Not in bed yet?

No, but the others are.

Hello, I'm Alan.

How do you do?

Very well, thank you.

Where's my wife?

She's doing the drinks.

Nice to see you. Excuse me.

Hello.

Who is she?

She just turned up.

You saw me talking to her on the walk.

I couldn't just say bugger of.

How did she find us? What does she want?

Well, we're not exactly unknown in the village, are we?

Just asked around, I suppose.

She won't stay long.

Move the ashtray, darling, for mummy, will you?

You did say orange juice, didn't you?

Yes.

I'm feeding our youngest, so it's the joys of ginger ale for me.

At least it makes you burp.

Do you live around here?

No, I'm with friends.

Alan: Oh.

Kate". Down from London?

Oh, no, not the city.

Ah, well, quite a warm evening.

You've promised to take yourself off to bed, haven't you?

Oh, no, yet, the sun hasn't gone to bed.

It's just going to. It told me.

- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.

All right.

Off you go then. Quickly.

- Good night. - Night night.

Is this your first you're expecting?

Oh, no, I have others.

Not many people seem to want several.

It's not always a question of wanting, is it?

Oh, I don't know.

How's it going? Alan's an Illustrator.

I prefer working in the winter to the summer.

Nothing else to do then.

I don't do a thing in the winter.

Except go south.

Kate: Oh? Where do you go?

Anywhere warm.

Alan: Not absolutely everybody can, can they?

Kate: We have four children. How many have you got?

How many?

- Quite a few. - ( chuckles )

- Really? - ( thunder rumbles )

You don't look old enough to have--

I'll just check the others.

Well, I must go and tuck in the brood. You'll excuse me, won't you?

Quite comfortable?

I won't be a minute. Sam wants another drink.

Christ, what a creature. When is she going?

About Christmas, by the look of it.

We'll have to ask her to supper next.

You know, it's strange.

When I was talking to her out there, I handed her the baby,

you know, to hold.

It was as if she'd never held a baby before.

At any rate, she seemed completely uninterested.

Perfectly normal, surely. It wasn't her kid.

Not to a mother.

Who the hell's she staying with?

She said the cottage behind the white house up there.

Didn't know there was one.

I'll drive you home.

No, please, I can easily walk. It's not far.

The rain has stopped.

It's suppertime. Of course I must take you.

Oh, your shawl.

Bye-bye. Did you not have a bag or something?

She mustn't leave anything behind.

You wait here while I go and fetch the car.

What's the matter?

We must get her into the spare room.

- What? - God, it's obvious.

- Come on, ring for an ambulance. - Can you manage?

Yes, I can manage, but hurry.

- It's dead. - Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

You'd better fetch Dr. Collins.

I suppose I had. What an extraordinary thing.

- Well, go, get on with it. - ls the baby in a hurry then?

Yes, darling they don't always wait.

I mean, what a lunatic girl. I am sorry, really.

Well, natural child birth.

The done thing these days, to have them at home.

Well, I wish she hadn't chosen my home. The house is full enough already.

Well, you can always boot her out in the morning.

Some hope.

Kate". Now, push.

Push. Now push harder.

Keep pushing.

Come on. I can see its head.

Now push.

Come on, harder.

Push.Push. It's coming.

There!

- It's wonderful! - ( baby crying )

She's in the spare room at the end here.

It's a girl.

Well, you don't seem to need me.

Congratulations, Kate.

May I have a cigarette?

Dr. Collins: Certainly not.

Well, I think we betterjust give you a bit of check-over, see how you are.

- Do you know something? - What?

That girl, she's gone.

What do you mean?

She's nowhere there. She's gone.

Well, how so? What about the baby?

You poor thing.

You poor wee thing.

Extraordinary, huh?

Come on. Yes.

You hungry thing.

Come on, then. There.

Perhaps she's gone for a walk or something.

She can't have disappeared altogether.

There, you hungry thing.

The police around here seem hopeless.

I cannot believe that nobody saw the girl leave,

even though it was early.

Old Tapper saw her.

Old Tapper sees everything whether he sees it or not.

Can I have a drink, please, dad?

But nobody here remembers her taking a taxi or thumbing a lift.

Doesn't make sense just to disappear like that.

Well, I'm convinced we'll never see her again.

Either way, they're not going to take the child away, are they?

Put Bonnie in care when she's got a mother already?

I'm her mother. I just have to be.

Maybe that's why nature gave me two breasts and not one.

Oh, she's Mother Earth, all right.

Who'd have thought she was ever whiz kid TV girl?

We haven't even got a TV.

How I'm going to educate them all, I don't know.

Oh, we'll manage. You know we will.

Provided I don't go out of fashion or something.

I'm brilliant this year, but what about next?

Who called her Bonnie?

I did because of her bonnie blue eyes.

I'll drink t0 that.

Well, I must be off, leave you to feed the masses.

- Charles, stay for lunch. - Oh, I can't, I'm afraid.

Well, come next weekend then.

Well, yes, if you twist my arm hard enough.

We'd love to see you.

Davy, say goodbye to the doctor. Come on, Davy.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

You'd better bugger off South, mate. Winter's coming.

Alan...

it's Matthew, I--

Oh, God.

I think he's dead.

Careful on the stairs, will you?

Surely it must make you feel happier?

It does. It does.

Then you mustn't be sad.

Don't, mummy. Bonnie's ours now.

You're her own mother. No one can take her away anymore.

I know. I know. I am happy.

It's just difficult to forget.

I know.

But we're all going to be happy again.

Everything's fine.

We've got our Bonnie.

Oh, she's a godsend.

She's a darling.

Dad, I've got three bites on my leg.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh...

Is that for me, darling?

You're a good girl.

Where did Lucy get to?

- Oh, she's always going off. - Can I have another banana?

Kate: No, you've one already. Here, have a biscuit if you want.

Alan: Come on freckles, up you get.

- He's going to be big. - Is he?

- He's going to be tall. - He's going to be a midget.

Stop, Alan, you'll make him sick. Stop!

Lucy". Help! Help!