1
It's hard to remember,
to hold on to more
than a few hugs.
The line between what I saw
and what I thought I saw is blurred.
I remember it was a
cold summer.
There was more cold to come.
Cold in our house, too.
And in the town, they'd watch
my mother's every step.
I remember moments,
half understood then,
and now too long gone.
The bees dancing.
The sound of whispers.
Secrets everywhere.
How could I have known what
would happen when they were told?
Down by the river
Where the green wicks grow
There sat Irene giving
him a bow
Up came Charlie's dad
and kissed her on the bum...
You all right, Charlie boy?
Uh, have
you been scrapping, Charlie Weekes?
- Joe took my marbles.
- Well, did you count to ten?
I did, but he still had
my marbles.
Come on home for your tea.
So where shall I say you are
tonight if your mum comes looking?
- Church.
You should come. Mum said you
used to like a dance.
She said more than that, I bet.
Uh, Charlie,
I don't want these in the house.
They're for skimming. Dad said
we could go in the summer.
I'm not sure when your dad's
gonna be back, Charlie.
I want to find more stones
for Dad.
He's rooming with her, apparently.
Sneaking past her landlady.
Wave at your Aunty Pam.
- Well, I'll see you tomorrow.
- Hm-hmm.
- Bye!
Charlie, boots.
Uh...
- Mum?
- Yes, love?
- Do you want me to read to you?
Yeah.
That'd be nice.
"It was one o'clock when we left
No.3, Lauriston Gardens."
"Sherlock Holmes led me to the
nearest telephone office..."
Get off me!
Charlie?
Whoa, whoa, slow down,
slow down.
What's the matter?
They were saying things
about Mum.
Come on.
I don't want Mum to know
I was scrapping.
Don't worry,
we'll think of something.
- Come in.
Oh, dear. What's happened here?
I tripped over a stone.
Can you show me where it hurts?
I'm Dr. Markham.
What's your name?
- Charlie.
- When did you hurt it?
- After school.
- You're his sister?
- Cousin.
- Where's his mother?
She's got chickenpox.
Charlie.
Well, it's just a bruise.
Nothing broken.
That's a
honeycomb. Do you like bees?
Hmm.
They make these with their
mouths.
A man made that one
with a chisel and a mallet.
- Who was it?
- My father.
He was the doctor here.
- Where is he now?
- He's gone.
There are hives in your garden.
Would you like to see them?
All right. Come by
on Sunday and I'll show you.
Thank you.
Don't worry,
I've got him. So sorry.
- There you are.
- You must have tea on.
- Where have you been?
- I took him to the sweet shop,
and his shirt got all sticky,
so I got another one.
What's happened?
- I tripped over a stone.
- Oh.
Are you all right?
Oh, let's get you changed.
Thank you, Annie.
- All right. Do you want me to stay?
- Uh, no.
Let's get a shirt on.
Got to be careful this time of year.
Make sure they don't swarm.
If the colony gets too big,
some of the bees leave
to find a new home.
Look. There's honey.
- Where do they go?
- Anywhere.
Somewhere dark and warm.
- I found them in the chimney once.
- Look at this.
- She likes you.
- She's a girl?
Most of the bees
you'll ever see are girls.
You know my father used to say
you should tell the bees your secrets,
then they don't fly away.
Do you tell the bees your
secrets?
I used to.
- Did it work?
- Well, they're still here.
Maybe they remember.
Why'd you leave home?
- I went away to boarding school.
- Then why did you come back?
I wanted to come home again,
and the bees were going to die without me.
Here.
You can take down what
you observe.
Changes in the weather, where
the flowers are growing best,
anything that might be
significant.
- Is that what you do?
- Well, doctors have to.
We observe and we listen.
If you listen carefully enough,
you can understand people
even when they don't speak.
Same with the bees.
My mum is sad.
I don't know what to do.
Mr Weekes?
Mrs Weekes? The rent's overdue,
still.
Mrs Weekes, this is your last
warning.
- Why don't you go out for a dance, Mum?
- Oh.
I'd rather dance with you.
- Come on, Mum.
- Go on.
These aren't from the library,
Charlie.
The new doctor gave me a
present.
Can I help you?
I'd like to speak to
the doctor, please.
And I'd like to ask him why he's
inviting a ten-year-old to his house,
and bribing him to come back
with these.
- Heidi?
- Yes, with Heidi.
Mum!
- Are you expecting the doctor home?
- Hello, Dr. Markham.
Hello, Charlie.
Oh.
Charlie wanted to see the bees.
Bribes were not discussed.
- Oh... I didn't think...
- You said you liked Heidi,Mum.
Oh, I do. The film.
- Shirley Temple?
- The dancing.
- Oh, my shoes don't match.
- No, they don't.
I'm sorry
if he's been a nuisance.
He hasn't.
He can come any time.
He's telling them secrets.
He never used to keep things
from me.
"Hide from your neighbors
as much as you please,
but everything that happens
you must tell the bees."
Something like that.
That's Kipling, isn't it?
I thought it was a local
superstition.
Oh, there's plenty of those.
The bees actually do start
to recognize voices.
And footsteps sometimes.
- The vibrations.
- Huh.
I'm sorry, I don't have any
spoons.
My father auctioned almost
everything before he died.
He expected you
to live here without spoons?
He expected me to sell the
house.
Probably would be
the sensible thing to do.
He'd be proud though, no, if
you'd taken over his practice?
- I think he'd be surprised.
- Yes.
Dunloth might take a while
getting used to a lady doctor.
It's a little modern for them.
I like that about it.
This town has always seemed...
outside of time to me.
Like Tam o' Shanter might sit on
the bus stop alongside the millworkers.
I can't say I've noticed.
- You're not from Dunloth.
- No, I'm from near Manchester.
My father and Rob, that's
Charlie's dad, didn't... see eye to eye.
So, when I found out
I was having Charlie,
we moved to Rob's people.
And then he went back
to the war.
He left me here,
with my different voice
and a baby older than my
marriage.
When he came, back he'd changed,
as though he never really
came home.
No one spoke to me except
Charlie. Sorry.
Sometimes it feels like...
..I'm separated from everything.
Even Charlie.
Do you know that feeling?
Mum!
They recognize me!
She laughed.
Did you do that?
Well, we better go.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Both of you.
You know you can always
tell me things.
If you promise to always
tell the truth,
I promise I'll always
believe you.
Will you always tell me
the truth?
Yes.
Promise.
Can I visit the bees again?
Yes.
Yeah, you can.
Rob's stopped paying the rent.
You know where to find him.
You think
she'd open the door to me?
Can I get a few more hours?
Just a few?
We've got more girls than
hours as it is.
What was my brother thinking of
bringing back a wild one like you?
Break's over.
Back to work now.
Not too high.
I've seen measles much worse.
I'll check on him in a few days.
It's good for him to have had it
at his age.
Might be better if your wee girl
stays away though.
Off you go, Connie.
I remember you.
- Do you?
- Yes. From school.
I don't need advice from you on
how to look after my daughter.
Of course.
You don't have
to go to her house.
You could try the pub.
Or the dogs.
He'll turn up somewhere.
Mum said the war made it
so he can't stay still.
Sorry.
You can find someone else
any time you like.
- Hmph.
- You're pretty enough.
Yeah. Men round here
see Rob ten paces behind me
- even when he's off work
or in town.
Is that George?
- Yeah.
- Should you really be meeting him here?
If she asks, say I was with
you. Come on.
- Come on.
- Go on. Be careful.
Hello.
Charlie said he'd bring those
next time he visited.
Oh, I was passing after work,
so...
- From the mill?
- Oh, I went the long way round.
- I have to...
- How are the bees?
Oh. They're fine, thank you.
Rob's left us.
It's been happening gradually.
I...
My pay won't even cover the
rent, and...
..I keep thinking I should just take
Charlie and pack a bag and leave, but...
..train fare past Stirling's
beyond me currently.
- Do you need money?
- No, no, that's not... I, umm...
I've written to my father.
He'll help.
I just... wanted to tell you.
Sorry. Perhaps I've caught you
at a bad time.
Thank you for the books.
So this is how you say
goodbye now?
The last of your things?
Charlie was playing
with it.
It's not a toy.
He misses you.
He's all right.
Do you remember, Robbie?
You're like no one
I've ever met.
Give me a proper goodbye, then.
We're gonna be evicted.
You have to learn
to look after yourself.
And that boy of yours.
No, ours.
- Don't talk clever.
- Oh.
- It's what you always do.
Make things difficult.
- Robbie?
- Robbie, we're your family.
So you say you've had this pain
since your son was born.
- Yes, that's right.
- How long ago was that?
Thomas will be ten on Tuesday.
- You know it doesn't cost any more.
- Yes.
You didn't want to ask my
father about this.
Next?
The promise we made was
medicine for all
and now we're charging
for prescriptions.
Jean, I'm a solicitor.
I charge people
just to sit in my office.
So, she carried on going into work,
the girl with the throat infection?
They do, these women.
They work and they keep quiet
and they don't complain.
I think I could make a
difference there.
Mmm. Have you got any help for
yourself?
No. I think it'd be odd
to have a stranger in the house.
- Worried they'll learn your
secrets?
What about you?
Sarah's sister's been helping.
She...
She looks just like Sarah.
After Mum, my father never
bought the soap she used ever again.
Silly old me.
I'm sorry I wasn't here
for the funeral.
- We... We don't have
to be alone. - Jim.
We could sit together and...
..complain about the state of
British politics until one of us dies.
I think we'd be happy.
We would.
Will you think about it?
Charlie, I'm going.
Your sandwich is on the side.
- Annie!
My scissors. My scissors!
Get it out. Be careful!
Get it out!
- What's going on?
Out of the way.
Ruined.
Bloody women!
Lydia, you know how he gets
in the afternoons.
Calm down. Just talk to him.
Oh! Sodding mills.
- I hate them.
- I know, but...
Annie!
- What?
- Get back here now.
Huh.
Fuck him.
Hello, Mrs Bewick.
I'm sorry, it's been a few days...
It's Connie, she...
I tried to keep her away.
We've only got one room.
Mum?
Mum!
When he went away
The blues came in
and met me
If he stays away
Old rockin' chair
will get me
All I do is pray
The Lord above gonna let me
Walk in the sun once more
Can't go on
Everything I have is gone
Stormy weather
- Since my man and I...
Ain't together
Keeps rainin'...
Stormy weather
Since my man and I ain't
together...
Oi!
Charlie.
Excuse me.
Charlie!
Charlie, wait.
What are you doin'?
I was looking for you.
You can't go running around the
streets like that.
What were you doing?
- Nothing.
That's not the truth.
Are you all right?
Can I drive you home?
I was sacked.
So I had a drink.
Danced with a man
whose name I didn't ask.
You must think I'm awful.
I don't.
- The other day, you were so cold.
- I'm sorry.
- I thought that we...
- It's nothing you did.
What's wrong?
A little girl died today.
Oh.
If I'd visited earlier,
if she'd... called me...
I should've just gone.
Come on.
Mum!
Now what?
Oh, God.
We've been evicted.
The last housekeeper
left just after my father died.
And... do we eat with you?
Oh.
Of course.
So, this could be your room.
Sorry, it's a bit...
No one's slept in here
in about 20 years.
- Where are you?
- Just downstairs.
I thought I'd put Charlie
in here.
This used to be my bed. It
probably won't survive being jumped on.
Do I seem like the kind of
person who might jump on a bed?
- A little.
Bees have five eyes
and one spit of bone.
And at the back of their
abdomen is the stinger.
Unlike the rest of the bees,
the queen bee does not die
when she stings
and her body is twice as large,
her life 30 times longer.
Oof!
The queen doesn't rule
the hive.
No one does.
Everything's decided
in harmony,
except they don't use words.
They dance.
If you pay attention, they're
talking to us all the time.
Next.
Please take a seat.
Dr. Markham says if a beekeeper's
worried the hive wants to swarm,
they can calm the bees by tapping
and the bees will answer by humming.
Without bees, there would be
no flowers and no fruit,
and all we would have
are enormous fields of grass.
Dr. Markham says when all the
honey bees die, the world will end.
Fly over to the purple flower.
- Dr. Markham, dance with us.
- No, no. No.
Come on.
Come on, move your feet.
Charlie.
It's fine how you're doing it.
Maybe lots of...
And back.
And back.
Yes.
Back. Yes.
Just like that.
A bike?
- Oh.
You didn't?
Mr Wells was going to throw
it away.
It just needed a bit of oil.
I can't...
Thank you.
Thank you.
I used to go out every
Saturday, even after Charlie.
I'd dance until my shoes wore
out.
And then I'd dance barefoot.
How do you manage to be so...
...yourself?
Do I?
You can't help it.
Mum!
Uh-oh.
Charlie. Charlie, we'll just
have to leave it.
Oh...
What are you doing?
Jean, be careful.
It's freezing.
Dr. Markham!
Yay!
You must be freezing.
Thanks, Lydia.
I'll get you some tea.
What do you say, Charlie?
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Thank you.
Do you have a husband?
You know she doesn't, Charlie.
It's scandalous
what they put back on shelves.
Dr. Markham's got you scrubbing
floors.
I'm busy, Pam.
Careful to stay respectable,
or Robert will have something to
say about where his son is.
Dr. Markham's given us a home.
- Your brother got us thrown out.
- You know what she is? She's...
She's made up wrong.
There was rumors about
an incident.
With another girl.
Wait, what do...?
Pam, what do you...?
Quick! Quick! In the foxhole!
There's a bomber comin'!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Boom!
What is that?
What is it?
I don't know.
Well, anyway, you can have it.
- No, I'm not having it.
- Yeah.
Nope, I'm not having it.
I don't even know where it's been.
I wonder what it is.
Ooh.
Is it...?
- Ooh!
My mum said
sweethearts come here to kiss.
So, is Dr. Markham
your mum's best friend?
No. Dr. Markham's my friend.
Does she have a bath in
her house?
Yeah. It's a big one.
It's even fixed to the floor.
My mum said she was a dirty dyke
when she was young.
Come on.
Go away.
Oi!
Oi, oi, get off.
Oh, oh, oh! Get off!
Oh, it's on me! Get it off me!
Jean, get it off me.
- Get it off me.
- Stay still.
- Stay still.
Shh. Shh...
No.
We mustn't.
What did you do to
the bees?
No, nothing. I, umm... I...
I'll wear my sister's dress
but taken in. I'm smaller in the waist.
Three tiers high
and as sweet as when we were little.
- Mam may be hiding her sugar rations.
- You're late.
We've got 25 ounces now. He's gonna
give us a proper place to live as well soon.
We haven't set a date for the
wedding yet, have we, Robbie?
Wants everything yesterday,
this one.
Who gave you away, Pam?
Your parents were dead,
weren't they?
That's right, yes.
You did a fine job bringing
this one up.
Aye, she did.
We managed.
I saw Lydia in town.
She's got a job now.
Charwoman to that lady doctor.
Housekeeper.
Respectable.
She looked well.
Charlie's loving it too.
He's taking care of the bees.
I wouldn't be surprised if she's got
someone looking after her now, too.
- Lydia!
It's nice.
What are you doing here?
A job the only new thing you
got?
- I think you'd better go home.
- You've got someone then?
- Do you care?
- Of course I do.
Charlie's my son.
He needs me to teach him
how to be a man.
You might need me too.
What about her?
She's not you.
Don't you want me back?
I never wanted
you to go.
No.
I can take Charlie...
..any time I want.
Do you have someone?
Uh...
I have you.
Night-night.
Sleep tight.
Mmm...
You talk in your sleep.
Do I?
- Hmm.
- What did I say?
I don't know that I should say.
What?
You listed types of penicillin.
I only have very dull secrets.
That's not true.
Did you always know?
I loved someone.
Rose.
I suppose I didn't have those
words.
But that's what it was.
We used to walk to that loch.
There were some... boys.
Rose was badly hurt.
After that...
...my father felt that
I couldn't stay.
He said this town
was too small for secrets.
So I left.
I never stayed anywhere long
enough for people to know me.
But secrets find a way out
in big towns, too.
Then my father died.
And there was his house.
And they needed a doctor here.
And I suppose I wanted to stop
running.
To do some good here this time.
Oh!
Shit!
It recognizes you.
How could a bee recognize you?
Not it, she.
- Do women ever kiss each other?
- Huh.
Shh.
Charlie?
- Has Charlie been past?
- No, I haven't seen him.
- Sorry about that.
- He's probably just playing.
I just want to know where he is.
Sorry.
Hmph.
Lydia?
Charlie! There you are.
You weren't back for your
dinner. You must be starving hungry.
Are you OK?
Are you all right? What's wrong?
You've not been scrapping again,
have you?
George touched her...
...down there.
Why would she want him to
do that?
- Sorry, Jim. Thanks.
- All right.
Thank you.
All right. Here you go.
- There we go.
- Thank you.
And there you go.
Thank you.
Oh, no, my love,
I can't dance like you.
- No!
Uh, I, umm, better clear up.
I should take
Meg home.
We've...
We've become very close.
It's a small town, Jean.
No one knows anything.
- Her husband's left her.
- He's still her husband.
The law is entirely on his side.
He could take Charlie away.
Does Lydia know that?
What does Charlie know?
- Nothing.
- That's good.
There... There was a time...
..when I would have given
anything for you to look at me
the way you looked at her.
Wouldn't it have been easier?
I'm sorry.
We'll see you and Meg again
soon?
Yes, yes.
Of course.
This is irresponsible, Jean.
Meg's sound asleep.
I'm gonna take her home.
But thank you.
- Thank you.
- We'll see ourselves out.
Goodbye.
It'll be all right. I promise.
Oh. Can't sleep?
Is someone gonna take me away?
Why would you think that?
Charlie, why would you think
that?
I don't know.
Night.
We have so much time to decide.
- So why didn't you tell me earlier?
- I don't know.
I didn't know about it.
- Shameful. And with the doctor.
- I know.
- Oh, Mum.
- Charlie.
- Have you said something?
- About what?
Please don't lie to me.
I'm not lying.
Remember, I promised
to always tell the truth.
Yeah, I know. Sorry.
All right, Charlie.
Well! What, no cuddle?
Come here.
- Hi.
- How are you?
- I'm good.
- This is so nice.
- I know.
Wow.
- Come in.
- Thanks.
I have been on my feet all day.
George says I need
to take care of myself.
- Oh.
- He's getting a job in a hotel.
- Oh.
- Hm-hmm.
You won't rush things, will you?
Well...
Umm...
Hm-hmm.
Yeah.
Oh.
- I see.
- Yeah. We'll be fine.
You don't know that, though.
I didn't.
I do.
He makes me feel like I can have
whatever life I want.
You know what I mean?
- Hmm.
- You do, don't you?
Hmm.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
- Mum?
- Charlie.
Charlie?
Charlie.
Love, did you see something just
then? Shall we talk about it?
Stop talking.
- Charlie, please.
- Stop it!
- Let's...
- Stop it!
You promised to tell me the
truth!
You're always keeping secrets
and leaving me out!
You're dirty dykes!
I don't know what to tell him.
I'm so sorry.
I...
How do we explain?
He has to understand
that he must keep quiet.
Is that what you're worried
about?
- If he tells anyone...
- He starts school next week.
You can't make a ten-year-old
keep a secret.
Then what are we going to do?
I want this.
Remember that...
in the next few days and weeks.
Try hard to remember that.
Is Dad here?
Come on upstairs.
Come on.
- Charlie?
He's not in the house.
His bike's gone.
- Can we...?
- Yes.
Mum and Dr. Markham
kiss on the mouths.
I saw them.
They kiss each other all over.
What?
She touched her.
- Down there.
- Oh, Jesus!
- Rob...
- Christ!
You saw this, Charlie?
Will I be taken away?
What?
Am I going to be taken away?
No.
No, no, no.
Not while I'm around.
And where's he gonna go?
There's no room at mine.
He'll stay here for now.
What if she comes looking for
him? Am I to deal with that, am I?
- Of course not.
- He's your son, Robert.
- You're to see he's looked after.
- Then I'll stay here as well.
- What?
- Till we find somewhere with more room.
- And when will that be?
- Soon.
Charlie!
Charlie! Is he here?
Charlie. Charlie, love, I'm
sorry. Let's go home.
- Come on, let's go home.
- Charlie's gonna stay here with me.
Charlie? Charlie, come on.
I want to stay with Dad.
No. No, love, you don't realize
what you're saying.
Didn't you hear him? You, go.
No.
Rob. Rob, I mean... What,
you're not gonna look after him.
Don't you tell me what I can do with
my son. Charlie, go upstairs. Upstairs!
- Charlie!
- Now.
- Rob, please.
- Charlie stays here.
- Or we'll see what a court of law says.
- What?
He'll tell them
the disgusting things he's seen.
Disgusting? What's he...?
If you come back here,
I'll call the police.
You'll never see Charlie again.
- Maybe we need to go.
Margaret,
what's going on out there?
Mmm...
Charlie.
Come with me.
I...
Does it hurt the tree
when you cut it down?
It's a tree.
But trees are alive.
If you take him to court,
he'll testify to the nature
of your relationship.
And no judge would award the two
of you Charlie in that circumstance.
There are notices
in every paper.
They need doctors.
Only ones with good references.
You are never going
to make that town home,
not living like this.
Those sort of people
don't change their minds.
They'll never have
a doctor like you again.
They don't want a doctor
like me.
No.
Thank you for seeing me, Jim.
You'll visit again soon?
With Meg?
I'll see.
It's a long drive.
She thinks she's his
father
just 'cause she's with my wife?
It doesn't matter what
she thinks. The law's on your side.
Nobody wants her here.
She can't work.
She can't walk down the street.
You'll be here tonight
to help with Annie?
Does she know what's happening?
We've had words.
She'll kick up a fuss.
She knows what's good
for her.
Stop!
I need to think
straight.
Jim says there are lots
of career opportunities out there.
- Not just doctors; all kinds.
- I'm gonna go and get him.
- You can't!
- I have to.
If I was any kind of mother,
I wouldn't have let him stay.
I can't stand being here
without him.
- Can't you?
- Of course I can't.
We should've thought
about what would happen.
I did.
I tried to keep away from you.
Lydia, Lydia! Please.
You know Robert will call the police.
I don't care.
- I just want him home.
- But what then?
We need to think this through.
We can't just bring him back
here. It won't be like it was.
If we tell Robert
that we'll leave quietly,
that no one has to know,
he might just let Charlie go.
Thank you for coming.
Who's at the door?
- Stay in here.
What's going on?
What's going on?
All right, Annie,
I need you to lie down.
We're gonna fix your situation.
I just need you to stay calm.
Ow! Get off!
- Rob, I need... Rob...
- Ow! Get off me!
- Shh.
Get off me! Get off me! Mum!
- Shh, shh, shh.
No!
No!
No! No!
No! No!
What's happening
with Annie?
Nothing.
You're not to say anything about
this, do you understand?
I think I should go to Dr. Markham's.
I need to go check on the bees.
Hey. It's time you stopped going
on about those bees.
They listen to me.
No, they don't.
You can't be like this, Charlie.
Be a man.
What if I can't?
Not everyone knows how to be
like you.
What are you talking about?
- I said what are you
talking about?
I'll speak to you later.
Stay here.
How are you doing, Annie, love?
Hmm?
How are you feeling?
Are you all right?
Help me!
Dr. Markham!
- Charlie?
- Charlie.
- Annie needs you.
- What?
- It's bad.
- I'll get my things.
- Well, let's...
- No, stay. I'll deal with this.
- Charlie, what's happened?
- You promised you wouldn't lie to me.
I know.
I'm sorry.
- I've missed you so much.
- You won't tell me the truth.
I love Jean.
I do.
But I'm still the same person.
Nothing else has changed.
Look,
a lie and a secret
aren't the same thing.
You can't ever know everything
about me,
like I can't ever know
everything about you, but...
that's all right, isn't it?
She's tachycardic.
What did they use? Was it
something sharp or was it a tube?
It was a tube.
How long ago did it happen?
- How long?
- About an hour ago.
What you've done
is illegal.
Oh. She needs a hospital.
She needs a dilation and
curettage procedure.
Have you done that?
Can you do it, please? Please?
- I don't know.
- Please? Please?
Please? Please?
Get her head down
and her legs up, quickly.
All right.
I need to sterilize.
Charlie, go upstairs.
Charlie, go up to your room
and stay there.
- Charlie's not here.
- Get out of the way! Charlie!
Where is he?
- Stop it, stop it.
- Get out of my fucking way. Charlie!
- Rob!
- Get your fucking hands off me!
- Charlie!
- Come back!
- Get out.
- Where is he?
- Get out of this house.
- Where the fuck is he, Lydia?
Is he in there? Charlie!
- Is she man enough for you?
She's more than you ever were.
It's filthy, Lydia.
I won't have it in my town.
I'm warning you.
I'm warning you!
- Mum!
- We'll do what we want.
And then what?
Whatever I do next, I decide.
I won't go with you
because you're a joke!
Come on!
- Get off me!
- Stay still!
- Stop it!
- Stay still!
Mum!
Lydia!
Stay still!
Wake up!
Come on, wake up!
Wake up, please!
- No, no!
- Look at me.
You're still my wife.
Come on!
No!
- Mum!
- Charlie.
Charlie, Charlie...
It's all right, Mum.
They're swarming.
Mum, look. They're dancing.
Annie?
Annie?
You try and sleep. Doctor.
Thank you. Thank you.
You'll be here, won't you?
As summer comes to an end,
the bees gather inside the hive.
What?
I'm watching your feet dance
around.
Well, you can watch later.
Right now, I need you to make
sure that Charlie's packed.
I won't be able to talk to you.
You won't know what I'm doing,
but...
..you'll be all right.
What do they do in there
in the winter?
Sleep. Eat.
Wait for the warmth
to come again.
Mum says you're going to meet us
in a few months.
I have to put things right here,
then I'll be along.
You won't though, will you?
I won't say anything.
Thank you.
You're my best friend.
Come home one day, will you?
Take care of the bees.
Charlie, would you
run and find a porter?
It'll be a while, won't it,
before you can join us?
There's a lot to do.
I love you.
I love you too.
- Mum.
- All aboard!
All aboard!
Bye.
So much has faded now.
But I remember my mother
waving.
And I remember Jean
walking away.
I remember what their time together meant.
My mother's life was brighter
than it ever would've been
had Jean not shown her the way.
And my mother's love gave Jean
the strength to stop running,
to be proud.
The buzz of change
was coming even to that town,
although it was too soon and quiet
for my mother and Jean to hear it together.
But I had heard the echo.
And so many of us
would follow it.