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If I can come back again, I'd be a baker.
Why a baker? I love cake.
I'd make constant cakes.
You could be a baker now, after the war.
Come back, be a baker.
If you die, what's the plan for the next life?
I can be anything I want? Anything you want.
Can I be a man? Absolutely. Be a man.
What sort of man?
I don't know.
Maybe I'll want to come back as me.
But I'd do things better.
If you came back, would you want the same family?
Me as your brother? Definitely.
Pamela? Jimmy?
Mum and Dad? Maurice?
What if we could come back and live it all over again
and again and again?
Wouldn't that be fantastic?
They're the two best words in the English language,
when you put them together, aren't they?
What if?
Hello, little one.
For God's sake, girl, fetch some water and towels.
Do you know nothing? Were you raised in a field?
Baby Ursula doesn't know this is her second life...
..but already she has an instinct.
The world is a dangerous place.
For goodness' sake.
A farmer has been trampled by a bull.
His life hangs in the balance.
You hold it in your hands.
And they call it horsepower.
Put your backs into it.
That's what comes from relying on new-fangled machines.
There he is.
My son, George, will take you.
He'll get you there.
You're not serious.
Come on, sir.
You, help me up.
One, two, three.
Here you are.
Maurice, Pamela, come and say hello to your new sister.
Another girl.
Name? I shall call her Ursula.
It means little she-bear.
I wish she was a bear.
I hear the baby nearly died.
When will Mr Todd be back?
A snowdrop.
The first flower to raise its poor head above the ground.
How brave it is.
Sorry.
Poppa's home!
What's this sister of yours like, any good?
No. No?
No?
Well, well, well, how is everybody?
Sorry I couldn't be here last night.
Snow.
Hello.
Will you take Ursula to Bridget for her bath? I'm going to rest.
Ursula?
Ursula.
Ursula?
Ursula Todd.
Everything went all right? Fingers and toes all correct?
Mother and child doing well?
You know she was born with the cord wrapped around her neck?
I didn't know.
How are you, Mrs Glover?
There's devilled kidneys left over from breakfast.
Can I tempt you?
You cannot.
God surely wanted you back.
He wanted you back.
Ursula would learn the universe was chaos and destruction.
And she would love it anyway.
There was something reassuring about the way it repeated itself,
something delicious about her father's smell.
She learned rabbits were also delicious.
The sun and spiders were gifts.
Afternoon, ladies.
Horses were immense and strange and wonderful.
Mrs Glover loved her son.
Follow me!
People her own size could be fun.
Goo-goo-goo, stupid baby.
And Maurice himself was chaos and destruction.
Maurice!
Like a hedgehog in hibernation.
Poor old thing.
Ursula entered her fifth summer without further mishap.
Ursula! Get away from that window.
Come on, let's go jump over the waves.
It's not ours. Come on, let's go paddle.
What?
He's been burnt in a fire.
Mr Rochester's been burnt in a fire.
Can you believe it?
Hold on.
Dear God, dear God!
Getting hungry?
Bridget, I'm going to feed Teddy,
and then I should probably telephone Hugh and see what time his train...
And so Ursula died.
Scissors. Give me the scissors.
Sewing scissors? What's happened?
And yet she seems to have been given the chance to live again.
The cord was wrapped around her neck. She'll be all right.
A bonny, bouncing baby girl.
Come on, let's go paddle.
Dear!
They went out a bit too far.
But they'll be fine.
What in the name of heaven's gone on?
Er, they went out a bit too far.
Give me Teddy, take Ursula home and get her dry.
Don't cling so, Ursula, you're all right.
Come on. Why is there a wet man?
Ursula nearly drowned.
Idiot.
How can we ever thank you?
You must let us take you to tea at some point.
Ursula had heard Bridget retell the harrowing story
of her birth several times.
"God had wanted her back",
the Irish maid had told her.
Come on, now. You're too old for that.
Daddy!
Hello, Little Bear.
Did you have fun?
There's a surprise for you at home, guess.
Better not be a dog.
A dog. A dog! A puppy?
We'll see. Let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Glad to be back?
Glad to have us back?
Are we all ready?
What does it do?
Let there be...
..light!
You'll blow us all up!
I don't like this at all.
Who wants to try next?
Yes, come on, Little Bear.
I hear you survived some very big waves,
you're brave enough.
She'll blow up.
A dog would have been more useful.
Best one yet.
Yes. I think we should keep him.
Your holiday was jolly and everything?
Ursula should take swimming lessons.
Clearly, she's not a natural.
And she gets so anxious about everything.
I worry about her.
She's fine.
This is marriage.
Yes, this is marriage.
What's wrong?
I keep dreaming that I'm drowning...
..and I'm dead.
You're not dead.
It's a beautiful, sunny day.
Go and run around outside.
What if I fall and hit my head?
What if I die?
Ursula,
you must avoid dark thoughts at all costs, do you understand?
When you think them, just...
..shake your head.
Now, get some fresh air and run around. Now.
It was only in dreams that life was frightening.
The days were perfectly lovely.
Some were more than that.
Some were beautiful.
Ursula resolved to enjoy life.
There was so much life to enjoy.
With the exception of Mrs Glover's sandwiches, obviously.
What's the matter with you, Bridget?
A frog!
Maurice!
What?!
Doesn't he look handsome?
Very.
He was one of the first to sign up.
War?!
You're going to war?!
I don't want to look back years from now and know that I missed it,
and I don't want to look back and know that others
stepped forward for their country's honour and I did not.
It's the only adventure I might ever have.
Adventure? And what about your children? What about your wife?!
It's for you that I'm doing this.
To protect hearth and home - to defend everything I believe in.
And yet I heard the word adventure.
He's quite right, you know. Shut up, Maurice!
Her father seldom raised his voice.
Something terrible must have happened.
But the night before he left,
her father seemed to have made everything all right again...
Dance under the stars.
..as he always did.
Maurice, stop!
All right, stop walking, stop walking.
What a fine family I have.
Fine, fine family.
But he was frightened.
Everyone spent an inordinate amount of time knitting.
It was the coldest winter on record
and the soldiers on the front were freezing.
Sylvie hadn't heard from Hugh in months.
She didn't tell the children.
She spent more money than usual at Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
She told Ursula that the doll was a present from Daddy.
Let's see.
Shall we be friends?
Gertrude, come back!
Just as Sylvie had hoped, the creation of Chicken Corner
was an excellent way to distract her children
from the newspaper headlines.
Ursula wrote to Hugh, describing the wonder of warm eggs.
He didn't write back.
But Sylvie explained,
he was awfully busy.
It's snowing!
Get out of our room!
"Get out of our room!"
Maurice was home from boarding school, recovering from chickenpox
and making everyone's life miserable.
Get out!
I'm going to your room now, and there I shall destroy something!
She would never have reached for that odd little doll
if Sylvie hadn't lied and told her it was from her daddy.
I hear the baby nearly died.
And I must stay the rest of the night on account of the snow.
Come and get your tea!
Get back from that window, Ursula, for the love of God!
As for you, Maurice, you're little more than a savage.
I am a savage. I'm an Apache.
This time around, she trusted her instincts.
She avoided water and windows...
..and Maurice.
..two, three, four.
She missed her father.
He'd been gone for so long.
Ursula.
This isn't one of our chickens, is it?
No, darling, it isn't.
Your father sends his love.
How's the war?
I have no idea. Your father just talks about the weather.
I miss Daddy.
Me, too.
Now eat your chicken.
This is one of our chickens, isn't it?
It's Henrietta.
Wishbone.
Come on, let's make your dreams come true. Not my dreams.
I can't cut it. Here, silly.
Baby Teddy was his mother's favourite, but nobody minded.
Everybody loved him.
Even Maurice.
On the morning of Teddy's fourth birthday,
the war to end all wars ended.
I'm going to be a pilot. Neeeeaow!
The family was crackling with excitement.
When would Hugh be home?
Mrs Glover was delighted to have her son home.
Sadly, he'd lost the use of his legs and his mind...
..during a sneak attack on a German trench 30 days before the ceasefire.
Bridget had bought a new hat to celebrate a new world.
Her fiance, Clarence, had also survived.
He had written to her from a field hospital
to say she was under no obligation to stick with him.
Train's leaving soon. Let's not miss it.
Sure now you don't want to come with us, Mrs Glover?
I bet there'll be some high jinks to be had.
I'm avoiding crowds.
My nephew dropped dead of the influenza in the street.
You mustn't be scared of the influenza, Bridget.
and a bit of a knees-up. He was perfectly healthy at breakfast.
Not even in his own bed, in the street.
Dead by noon. Who was? Her nephew.
Four years of war, I think the peace deserves a trip to London
Life must go on. Have a wonderful time, Bridget.
Hasn't there been enough suffering? Let's go.
Hi. We saw the King!
No! Stop. The King.
Right in front of us.
She saw the King.
There was a sea of people,
everyone shouting themselves hoarse for the King.
"We want the King! We want the King!"
Who wants cocoa? Me. Me. I got swept up.
I lost my hat. Goodness.
I think I'll say good night. So soon?
A bit of a headache.
Goodnight. Bye. Bye.
Come on, then, tell us everything. Well...
Thank you for coming.
You suspect the influenza? She was down in London yesterday?
Yes, for the Armistice Day celebrations. Crowds everywhere.
Perfect conditions for the virus to spread.
Who feels unwell?
Bridget and now Ursula.
Get out, Pamela.
Did you have a nice time? There was a sea of people.
They were everywhere.
Everybody was shouting, "We want the King! We want the King!"
Ursula was very curious to learn whether or not Bridget
had actually met the King.
But instinct took her back to bed.
Where's Bridget? She says she feels ill.
Hardly surprising. I dread to think what time she staggered in.
I really don't think Bridget is well, Mrs Glover. Too much drink.
I think we should call Dr Fellows out. For Bridget?
The girl's as healthy as a horse. Dr Fellows will give you
short shrift when he smells the alcohol on her.
Mrs Glover, I really do think Bridget is ill.
Can you see to the children? I will telephone the doctor.
Aren't the children going to school?
Yes, of course they are.
Though perhaps not.
No... Yes, they are.
Or should they?
I think keep them home for today. Crowded school rooms and so on.
But keep them down here just now.
Handwriting, sums.
Where's Teddy?
Teddy?
There's cake downstairs.
Teddy!
I thought I might make Bridget feel better.
I think Bridget is asleep but her eyes are open.
Get off the bed, Teddy.
Dear God!
Go to your room.
No, go to Teddy's room.
No, both of you go to my room. Go now!
Did you say cake?
Teddy's skin is the same colour as Bridget's.
Heliotrope cyanosis.
See those mahogany spots on his cheeks?
This is the more virulent strain, I'm afraid.
Stop it. Please, stop.
Do not lecture me like a medical student. I am their mother.
And again.
There must be something I can do.
You can pray.
Pray?
Was there more Ursula could have done to save him, she wondered?
Sylvie did not believe in God
but she prayed that night with desperate conviction.
And no faith.
Teddy was gone by nightfall.
Ursula knew the moment he had died.
She felt it inside her.
There was a silly note left on the door last night.
Bridget was locked out.
You know, it looks just like your handwriting, Ursula.
I don't suppose you can explain that?
No, I can't.
I've sent Pamela to fetch Bridget home.
You sent Pamela?
Yes, Pamela.
Pamela's with Bridget?
Yes. What's the matter with you?
Ursula, you really are such an anxious child.
I'm starting to wonder if we should take you to a doctor.
All Ursula knew was that she had to do it.
She felt a surge of victory.
I'm coming!
Caught you.
Got you.
The world was indeed a dangerous place.
But she was not powerless.
Quite the opposite.
Children, get in here now!
Someone pushed me.
Who?
Teddy?
Pamela? Me?
It was beyond doubt, thought Sylvie.
There was something wrong with Ursula.
Hello, Little Bear.
Teddy.
Teddy, it's all right.
It's Daddy.
This is Daddy.
Hello... Hello, little man.
Can I give you a hug?
We have chickens.
Teddy was her mother's favourite.
But she was her father's.
She'd forgotten that.
She had also forgotten the smell of him
and the way she felt in his arms.
This was love, thought Ursula.
It would be worth dying for.
Don't you wonder sometimes, if just one small thing
had been changed in the past, surely things would be different.
I keep thinking I'll wake up and it was all a dream.
That we're not trapped in this endless nightmare.
Chin up. It won't last forever. Nothing does.
I wish I could go instead of you.
I really do. It isn't fair.
Be as safe as you can.
Will do.
Fly very carefully.
Try not to die.
Do my best.
Teddy!