Connecting Flights (2021) Movie Script
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I have
myself full confidence that if
all do their that they'll
all do their duty,
we shall prove
ourselves once more
able to defend our island home,
to ride out the storm of war
and to outlive the
menace of tyranny.
We'll defend to our death
our native soil,
aiding each other
like good comrades
to the utmost of their strength.
We shall go onto the end.
We shall fight in France.
We shall fight on
the seas and oceans.
We shall fight with growing
confidence and growing strength
in the air.
We shall never surrender.
There is, perhaps,
no condition more confusing
or unwelcome than grief.
There's no escaping it.
This is a river that
must be crossed,
a desert that must be traversed.
The mountain that
must be climbed.
One day we will be able to look
back and truly appreciate that
Wendy is in a better place,
resting forever in the
arms of the Lord.
Amen.
And now I believe Wendy's
granddaughter would like to say
a few words.
Thank you so much,
everyone, for coming.
I know Nana would have been
thrilled to see you all,
though she probably would have
scolded you for being in church
when there's a match on.
Growing up, I always knew
that I had the nicest,
sweetest grandmother
in the world,
but what I didn't know was that
she was also strong and fierce
and resilient.
I never met the Wendy that got
kicked out of her parent's house
and had to learn to
make it on her own.
I never met the Wendy that
worked nights for 20 years so
that my dad could go to school.
Sweetness and gentleness
are wonderful qualities,
but sometimes I wish that
I had met the other Wendy.
The one that kicked
such serious ass.
And I'm grateful for that
Wendy and I wish that
I could have known her.
Well, that was a weird
speech, Claire bear.
Thanks, Kev.
Where is Gordy?
Wasn't sure if he should come.
He barely knew Nana and I
thought it might just upset him.
Malcolm took him for the day.
You let the wanker take him?
Praise be to God, Mrs Crabtree.
Don't call him a wanker,
we're not supposed to do that.
Why not?
I don't know, health?
It's all the rage now.
You're not supposed
to hate each other,
you're supposed to
consciously uncouple.
That is the stupidest
thing I've ever heard.
Honestly, I miss him.
Well you shouldn't.
He's a wanker.
Who's the suit talking to dad?
I don't know.
Are you coming home?
Yeah, Malcolm's
dropping off Gordy.
We'll stay in the spare room.
I'm planning an
early night, though,
so don't let me have any wine.
And the dandelions.
Oh my God.
Every spring, more of
them, just like a carpet.
I bet it drove her
neighbors mental.
Oh, it did.
She would never let
them touch them.
And then in the spring,
dandelion fluff everywhere.
Beauty in all
things, that was Nan.
Oh God.
To Nana Barlow.
All: To Nana Barlow.
Is Gordy in bed?
Hours ago.
Poor bunny.
I wish he'd got more
opportunities to meet his Nan.
Me too.
Right, dad, do tell.
Did she leave
you any money?
Kevin.
What?
She wrote me a letter.
Apparently she wrote it
just before she passed away.
Why?
She wanted me to know more
about your grandfather,
my father.
It's a bit late,
isn't it?
What does it say?
My dear son, I have never told
you much about your father,
mostly because...
It's okay.
It's her handwriting.
Here, dad, let me.
My dear son.
I have never told you
much about your father,
mostly because there's
not been much to tell.
You know that he was a
pilot in the air force.
You know that his
name was Gordon,
but there were two things
that I did not tell you.
He was a Canadian and
his name was Devereux.
I used to ask her what
his last name was.
She would just say your
name is Donald Barlow
and you should be proud of it.
You didn't know he was Canadian.
I just assumed he was RAF.
I used to invent stories that
he was from Wales or Scotland
or came from a titled family.
Was it just a fling?
More than that, I think.
I didn't notice it when I was
younger, but looking back,
she always talked about
him like they were married.
Were they?
No, never.
That's why she got kicked out,
when her parents learned about
the pregnancy.
I only ever had one letter
from him and it was a postcard.
Let me read it.
I can do it.
My dear Wendy, I have to tell
you that I'm on the move again.
We have to help finish
things off with Japan.
I'll write when I get
there and as soon as I can.
All my love, Gordon.
And she never heard
from him again?
Not that I know of.
Ahem...
He was a fine man, Donald.
He would have been so proud
of you, and you of him.
I wish life had been different
and that you two could have
known each other.
With much love, mom.
- That's weird.
- Claire.
No, I mean, it's
a beautiful note.
Very romantic, very sad.
But why wait until
now to give it to you?
Maybe she, he didn't
want to discuss it.
It was probably a
very painful memory.
Maybe she wanted me to find him.
Don, be realistic.
Yeah, what are the chances
this guy's even still alive?
23rd of May, 1945.
May...
And he went to the Pacific.
You know, I have a friend at the
Kew archives who could probably-
Somebody stop her.
Claire, this isn't one of
your human interest stories.
This is your father's life.
He's right though.
What if Nan wanted
dad to go looking?
Don't be absurd.
There's a postscript on this.
Your father used to say that
when he got back to Canada,
the first thing he would do is
pack his tent and head west to
go camping in the mountains.
Why would she write that if she
didn't want you to go looking?
She's giving you a clue.
Gordy, what are you doing up?
Let's get you some water and
put you back to bed, okay?
Come on.
Let's go.
There, you cozy?
Did you have a good
day with your dad?
Or did you miss your
old mom too much?
Can dad come and pick
us up in the morning?
We're going to stay with
grandma and grandpa for a couple
of days, but that
will be fun, right?
Hey, I love you so much.
Goodnight, Bunny.
Is he okay?
Oh, he'll be fine,
it's his mom who's a mess.
Par for the course.
What are you looking at?
There's an organization
set up for people like me,
whose fathers were
visiting serviceman.
Connection Closure.
It, it sounds like a scam.
Well, the BBC covered them.
But you have so little to go on
and you've always assumed your
father had died.
Why would Wendy let you
think any different?
Maybe she thought it was better
to have a dead parent than one
who would just walk out on you.
No, Claire, I didn't mean...
No, of course not.
It's okay.
Gordy knows his dad loves him.
Besides, it's
different now, anyway.
That's right, lots of children
these days only have one parent.
In the '40s and '50s-
Did Nana have any
boyfriends growing up?
As far as I know,
there was just him.
Gordon Devereux.
I think we should let
sleeping dogs lie.
Mom.
Dad should call these
connection people.
What's the harm in asking?
I don't like it.
Well, it's not a democracy, mom.
It's up to dad.
What do you want to do?
I'll need some time
to think about it.
I just don't understand
why you're so worried about it.
What's the worst
that could happen?
The worst that could happen?
That's really good, Gordy.
What are you building?
Nice.
The worst that could happen
is your father gets his
heartbroken.
Not if he finds Gordon Devereux.
Claire...
Imagine that you're an old
man at the end of your days
and one day you're sat at
home and the doorbell rings.
You open it and there's
some person standing there,
a woman say, and she says,
"Hi, you don't know me,"
but I'm your daughter.
"Fancy having a cup
of tea together?"
What would you do?
I'd slam the bloody
door in her face.
Mom.
Cheeky bitch, DNA does
not make you family.
I just don't understand how you
could not want to dive headfirst
into this.
I mean, the intrigue,
the romance.
Claire, I'm not the journalist.
You dive in all you want.
I'm going to focus on
keeping your father happy.
Maybe keeping him happy means
letting him have a parent that's
still alive.
If your father knows
what's good for him,
he will forget all about this.
Mom I...
Try an orange
one or a red one.
Hello?
Yes.
Oh, perfect.
No, that would be wonderful.
Yes, perfect.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Connection and Closure
originated five years ago.
It was my mother who
started the whole thing off.
Like you, she was
searching for her father.
Did she find him?
She did.
That's wonderful.
Isn't that wonderful?
How many people are
in a similar situation?
Fathers who came and
went during the war.
In the UK?
25,000, another 10,000
in the Netherlands.
My own mother is a US citizen,
but even there,
she's not alone
in her situation.
Soldiers moved around a lot.
And they shag a lot, too.
Kevin!
He's not wrong.
More and more people that were
fathered by servicemen now want
to know who their fathers are.
Who their father is.
Surely they can
each have only one.
So let me get this
straight, Mr Hoogstra.
Please call me Alex.
You get what information you
can from us and then you just
ship it off to Canada to
find the father, right?
I will take the
information myself.
The United States is my home,
I travel from there.
And when you find him,
if you find him,
you simply just walk on up,
knock on his door,
announce he has a son
to meet, chop, chop,
and hope he doesn't
die of a heart attack?
Well, I'd be a little
more gentle than that.
Daphne.
If I locate your father
and he's still living,
I alone shall make the initial
contact and if I find that he's
amenable to the idea
of meeting with you,
at that point, and
that point only,
I shall release his
personal information.
It's a system that
requires patience,
but it provides absolute
confidentiality to you
and the person you're seeking.
You mean, even if you find him,
you won't tell me who he is.
And vice versa, unless both
parties agree to meet.
How long will it take?
Between two to six months.
We'll need some
time to discuss it.
Of course.
Thank you for coming.
I look forward to
hearing from you.
Was your mother glad she'd
chosen to meet her father?
They never met.
He refused to see her.
I was ecstatic when the agency
told me they had
found my father,
but a week later they told
me he wouldn't even see me.
He wouldn't even
admit I existed.
Jane's story is sadly typical.
Less than 10% of fathers
contacted agreed to meet with
their children.
If the expense worries you...
At our age,
it's this or Monte Carlo.
I just don't understand why
you suddenly need a father.
I thought you were happy.
I am.
Then why is it not enough?
Why are we suddenly inadequate?
Sweetheart, it's not that.
It's just knowing
that he didn't die,
that he's really there,
would be like filling in a space
that's been empty my whole life.
Would be like knowing
a part of my mother.
Is this for her or for you?
Both?
Okay.
You do what you
have to, I suppose.
Are you sure?
You don't need my
permission, Donald.
How you doing?
Are you feeling grouchy?
No.
A little grouchy.
What's that?
What does it look like?
A plane.
Yeah, it's an old plane.
Helen?
Mr Devereux.
Yes?
My name is Alex Hoogstra.
I'm a researcher with
Connection and Closure.
Connection what?
Closure.
May I come in?
Researching what exactly?
We try to make connections
between people like yourself,
who had a significant role
in World War II and-
Oh, yeah, I don't want
to talk about that.
The book is closed.
I'm working on behalf of
someone that would like to
reopen it.
Yeah, well I'm not interested.
But if someone were to want to-
I said no.
Well, would you mind confirming
for me that you flew
for the 532 squadron and
that in November, 1944,
you were on loan to
the Royal Air Force
for a special operation?
Stop.
This person, the one
who sent you, who is it?
I'm not permitted to say.
Was it John Webster,
my navigator?
How's he?
Is he still alive?
I really can't say.
Eddie Solomon.
I need to respect their privacy.
Their privacy.
How did you even know all this?
Your military records
are now public domain.
Public domain?
Accessible to anyone.
Yeah, well, I'm not.
This interview is over.
Did you spend time in
Nottingham during 1945?
Late 1944, first
quarter of 1945,
you were on location
primarily in London.
But, you spent
time in Nottingham, correct?
Then, perhaps you remember
meeting their daughter.
I, I, I don't recall.
What was her name?
Let me see here.
Wanda Barlow.
Wendy.
Wendy.
Huh, how silly of me.
She, umm...
Is Wendy the one
who's looking for me?
I'm sorry to say, she passed
away several months ago.
Mr Devereux, it was Wendy's
son who wanted me to find you.
Oh, okay.
Why would he want to do that?
Mr Devereux, he claims
that you're his father.
No.
I assure you.
No, it's impossible.
He's got information
that identifies you.
No. He's a con artist or a liar.
He's not my son.
And Mr Devereux,
he only wants to meet you
while there's still time.
I don't want to meet him.
You understand?
I don't want to see him.
I don't want to
hear from him, ever.
- Mr Devereux...
- Good day.
Mr Devereux.
Mr... Please.
The blue jays are back.
No blue jays for six years,
then suddenly blue jays.
Who was that at the door?
Nobody.
Does he have another family?
I cannot say more than I have.
I'm sorry.
Did you get the sense that he
might possibly change his mind?
I did not.
I'm truly sorry.
Well then, that's that.
I appreciate your visit.
You're not alone.
- You know, many other people-
- I understand.
Thank you.
Let me show you out.
Are you disappointed?
I mainly just feel tired.
Does Gordy know about the search
for his great-grandfather?
No.
I think I've made our
family confusing enough
for him at the moment.
Can I show you something?
But you'll probably want to ask
mum to make you a drink first.
You know that I've been
hired as a staff member
at Source Magazine?
Mm-hmm.
Well, in about six months time
we're going to start publishing
a series called,
"Where Are They Now"
about people who made the
news once and then faded
into the background,
the first heart
transplant patient,
triplets who were famous when
they were five years old.
My editor has been looking for
proposals on more meaty topics
and I think I've
got a great one.
You're not suggesting-
No, not Nan's story, exactly.
Let me start at the beginning.
So in 1944, as the Allies
advanced into Europe,
there was a fear that they
may execute some high level
prisoners being
held in the castle.
Well, a prison
really, near Bruge.
The Allies set up a special
two level task force.
The air force would come in
and breach a hole in the castle
walls and disable the guards
by bombing their quarters.
And a commando unit would
be parachuted in nearby
to get the prisoners out.
So, you're going to be
interviewing the prisoners.
I want to interview the pilots.
It's recently come to my
attention that many of them are
still alive.
No, Claire,
it's out of the question.
Gordon Devereux was
the flight leader.
He was first on the target.
He led the other planes in.
It's a great story.
Hoogstra will never
give you his address.
He doesn't have to.
The public records office
has everything I need.
That man has nothing
to do with our family.
I won't be there for our family.
I'll be there for the story.
That's all?
That's all. And maybe I'm
a little curious, fine,
but it's a great story.
And don't you want to know if
your father was a war hero?
You're not going to get
my blessing on this.
I'm not going to ask for it.
Claire.
Dad, he's not going
to know who I am.
I'm still using my
married name for now,
so he won't even
make the connection.
What came first?
Hoogstra or the story.
Hoogstra.
But it's a great story.
I just want to go in and
get his version of events.
My editor's excited.
It's a spy story,
and a war story,
and a, Where Are They Now,
story all rolled into one.
It could be huge.
And if the opportunity
arose, you'd say to him,
"Oh, did you know that I'm
your granddaughter?"
Yes, because I'm an idiot.
Claire.
No, of course not.
I wouldn't ruin the biggest
opportunity of my career just
because I'm related to
one of the subjects.
The atmosphere would have to be
extraordinarily conducive for me
to even make a hint.
Which you won't.
Which I won't.
When do you plan to start?
As soon as Gordy's out
of school for the summer.
What?
You're taking Gordy with you?
We need to get away for a bit,
especially while the house is
being sold.
Are you going to tell him?
No, no.
As far as he's concerned, it
will be just another interview.
You really think a war veteran
is going to open up to you?
I don't like it, Claire.
Not at all.
Well, the only thing we
have to fear is fear itself.
And bears.
They have bears in Canada.
No. umm, mm.
Here are the books.
Do you need anything else?
No, that should be perfect.
Thank you so much.
Oh, Bunny, you can't bring
that shirt with you.
We need to make a good
impression in Canada.
But it's my favorite shirt.
And don't call me Bunny anymore.
But you are my bunny.
You're my little Snuggle Bunny.
You're my little Snuggle
Bunny, aren't you?
You're my little Snuggle Bunny.
This is
to announce the arrival of
flight... Airlines Flight
700 from New York.
Well, you never know when
you were coming back, right?
Each one was the last one.
Thank you very much.
Well, thank you. Enjoy your day.
This is maple syrup,
this is a Canadian delicacy.
Gordy. Get out of that pond,
right this second.
No, Mum, we never
do anything fun. I'm hot.
Get out of the water.
No.
If you don't get out
right this second,
I'm getting in the
car and leaving
and you can grow up
in Moose Jaw.
Mum?
Mummy?
Mummy!
I think this is it.
Of course, Shea Stadium
didn't open till 1964.
It was a bad year
for it, anyway,
because Casey Stengel...
now he was a bum as a player,
a real clown,
but a good manager, you know.
A good manager at heart, or he
was when he managed the Yankees.
When the Mets hired him,
disaster.
They didn't have
a good year in 64, oh no.
That's very interesting,
Mr Fournier.
Pete, please.
Pete.
But what I'm really here
to talk about is the raid.
The raid?
In Bruge, Mr Fournier, 1945?
Yeah.
Yes. Terrible time.
We lost one, you know?
So I've come to understand.
I'm very sorry.
Oh, don't be sorry.
I got over it.
It took me a lot of drinks,
a little baseball,
but I got over it.
Not everybody does.
I understand,
it must have been horrible.
You understand?
What is this?
Some kind of damned therapy?
I assure you I'm
only a journalist.
I just know that post traumatic-
You know what they used to call
therapy in my day?
Jack Daniels.
I'm just trying to
corroborate some details.
You don't know.
None of you knows.
All these anniversaries
come up, Deippe, Normandy,
people like you come
in here and say
you want to know
what it was like.
You don't want to
know what it was like.
Not really.
Saw a friend in a
field hospital once,
Jim Guido, 19 years old,
already a hockey
legend back home.
He lost his leg somewhere
in France, got infected,
filled him full of morphine.
Used to use that
stuff back then.
It gives you nightmares.
It gives you nightmares
like you wouldn't believe.
I looked down at Jim
lying there, 19 years old,
never going to
play hockey again,
so full of morphine that he
just moaning in his sleep.
Just moaning, crying,
and shaking like a baby.
19 years old, his leg blown
clean off, crying for his mommy.
And I wanted to pick
up a bed pan
and smash his face to pieces.
I wanted to pick up something
heavy and smash his face,
and smash, and smash, so he
wouldn't make any more noise,
because I couldn't listen to it.
I couldn't listen
to anymore crying.
We all felt it.
We all had nightmares, but he
had no right to cry like that.
You keep that inside you.
He had no right.
He had no right.
I think perhaps I should
come back another time.
There were things we did
to people, young men,
younger than us.
Of course, when Casey Stengel
was managing the Yankees
back in the fifties,
that was a good time.
10 pennants in 12 seasons.
That was the good times.
Wish I could go back there now.
That was the good times.
I wish I could go back to then.
Good times.
I'm really sorry
to hear all that, Bunny.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea
for me to bring you along.
I just mean that I wanted to
take you on an adventure and now
you've gotten to see all the
boring parts of mum's job.
Lots of travel, and waiting,
and getting yelled at.
This is the Boeing
B-29 Superfortress.
Have you ever heard of
Enola Gay?
Yeah. I have.
Pretty sad stuff.
You know, you're really
grown up in a lot of ways.
One more interview to go.
We just have to head West one
more time and then we'll go see
some mountains. Okay?
We're taking
flight, Captain.
We have to get out
of here, Captain.
- Captain?
- Standby.
Mr Devereux?
Yes.
Claire Summers, how do you do?
Not interested.
In what?
In whatever it is
you're selling.
Did you not get my letter?
Mrs Summers, come in, come in.
Gordon, this is Mrs Summers,
the reporter I told you about.
You didn't tell me
about any reporter.
Oh, I'm sure I did.
I must have.
Come in, come in.
Your English.
What gave me away?
Would you like a coffee or tea?
That's what you
people like, isn't it?
I'll just make some tea.
Why are you here?
Gordon, she's doing
a newspaper project.
She wrote to us all about it.
Claire Summers, staff writer,
Callishawe Press,
sluff berks.
Slough Berks.
Gordon, I didn't know you
knew so much about England.
I was about to
make some ice tea.
What do you think?
Oh, that would lovely.
Thank you.
Gordon?
Thank you, Helen.
So a project.
I'm sorry that you
weren't expecting me.
I didn't mean to
spring myself upon you.
I'm a staff writer
for Source Magazine.
It's a middle road publication
rather like your Maclean's,
I think.
We report on historical
events, semi recent histories.
Right now, I'm working on a
series about people who were
involved in a major historical
event that has since faded
from public memory.
So you really are a reporter,
huh?
What else would I be?
And you just
happened to pick me?
Not at all.
I found a record of the RAF's
raid on a Nazi prison in a
castle near Bruge,
November, 1944.
I see.
Sorry to disappoint you, but I
don't give interviews about what
I did during the war years.
Matter of principle.
I haven't revisited the war
years since I was decommissioned
in 1945, not even with
my wife or our daughter.
You've a daughter?
No, when I took off my uniform
for the last time I shut the
door on all that, on all of it.
Did you keep your uniform?
Young lady, that is a
very personal question.
I've already told you
I do not do interviews.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to offend.
It's just that
Patrice LaPage kept his,
so I was curious.
You spoke to Patrice?
Flight Lieutenant Patrice
LaPage, I should have said.
And yes I did,
and Ancienne Lorette in Quebec.
My navigator trained there.
John Webster.
I met with him as well.
I really am a journalist.
Hmmm.
I haven't just snuck in to steal
your valuables and I think that
this story deserves to be told.
You don't need me for that.
You was a pilot in charge.
You led the raid.
You were the first to fly-
How on earth do you know this?
Flight Lieutenant Wagner.
Charlie?
Charlie Wagner.
He's a doctor now.
Oh, Slap Dash Charlie, a doctor.
Well, semi retired.
He lives in Devon.
I spoke with him
before I left England,
and I can give you his
address if you'd like.
No.
No, I don't want anything.
That part of my life is closed,
besides he wouldn't
want to meet me.
No, put all of that behind me.
It was difficult,
but I had help, my wife, Helen
and our daughter.
That's behind me, now.
Mr Devereux, it's not
my intention to delve
into painful memories.
I just wanted to write a story
that shows our readers what
happened next,
that there is life after...
We will be besieged by people
wanting to know more,
banging on our door,
expecting me to tell
them everything,
all the juicy details.
You'll destroy our privacy.
No, we can protect your identity
and conceal your location.
That would be
entirely your choice.
And you must remember the
Source is only sold in the UK,
so no one would
even see it here.
Iced tea.
So... will you be staying
long in Edmonton?
Only about five days.
We want to head to
the mountains after.
We?
Is your husband with you?
My son.
Your son?
How old is he?
Nine.
And where is he now?
Helen,
that's none of our business.
He's waiting for me in the car.
In the car?
Oh, it's all right.
He's got his books
and his Gameboy.
Well, we should bring him in.
Oh, I wasn't sure if that
would be a good idea.
I thought, that is, Mr Devereux
and I have potentially sensitive
subjects to discuss.
Oh, it's quite all right.
We'll go to the other
side of the house
and leave you two in peace,
but he shouldn't be
left in the car.
It's not right.
Well, if your sure it's okay.
Yes, all right,
I'll be right back.
You bored out here, Bunny?
Do you want to come
in for some iced tea?
I wish you wouldn't.
We should make
them feel at home.
Well, I should anyway.
And you should have a
chat with Mrs Summers.
She seems very sympathetic.
Gordie,
these people are very nice.
And I want you to be careful
to be on your best behavior,
all right?
Don't talk about
our family, okay?
Mommy's a reporter and reporters
don't share personal details.
Understand?
You will mind your
manners, won't you, Gordon?
Hello. Please come in.
What's your name?
Gordie.
Gordie Summers.
Gordie.
We love that name in this house.
Gordie, this is
Mr and Mrs Devereaux.
It's a pleasure to
meet you, Gordie.
Looking for something, Gordie?
You don't have a
picture of a mosquito?
Gordie.
We don't get too many mosquitoes
at this time of the year.
I think Gordie was referring
to something else, weren't you,
young man?
De Havilland Mosquito
made of plywood.
Mom said that you-
That's enough, Gordie.
And where'd you
learn about that?
I have a book.
What you been telling him?
He learned that on his own.
Now it seems we all
have cool drinks,
but I haven't offered you one.
Why don't you come with me and
we'll see what we can find?
Would you like a soda?
Go on. It's all right.
Come with me.
Where did he learn all that?
I assure you-
- Did you coach him?
- Why would I-
It's shameless.
I'm not going to spill my guts
out just because you trained
your kid to come in here-
Mr. Devereaux, I would never
train Gordie to do anything.
I know that you don't like to
talk about your flying days and
I'll tell him not to
bring it up again.
Then how does he know so much?
He saw my research on the
story and got interested.
And when Gordie's interested in
a subject, he's like a sponge.
He just hones in and
learns everything he can.
Just like that?
Just like that.
I assure you, I would never use
my son to manipulate anyone.
He does this all the time.
I must say his train
phase was the worst.
Well, my daughter went through
a similar thing with dolphins.
Still not going
to be interviewed.
- Thank you.
- Don't thank me.
You're not going to
get anything from me.
I was just going to say thank
you for having Gordie in.
I'm sure he's much
more comfortable
in the kitchen with Helen.
Well, that's Helen for you.
Whoa, it's huge.
It's four layers.
What's that?
I made it for my grandson.
It's very cool.
Now, tell me everything.
So your son,
he's also named Gordon?
No, he's just Gordie.
Is he named after
anyone in particular?
Yes.
Who?
Gordie Howe.
The Canadian hockey player?
I know.
- But you're-
- I know.
You're so English, I know.
His father insisted.
I couldn't find the strength
to argue because I was so, so-
- So what?
- Pregnant.
I succumbed.
What's his middle name?
Howe.
Don't laugh, I was so pregnant.
So how's the cake?
It's very good.
How's school?
It's nice.
Does your husband actually play?
I don't even think
he knows how to skate.
Malcolm's always
going through phases.
First it was hockey,
then it was safari travel,
then me, in the end.
How's young
Gordie Howe taking it?
He's fine.
He's... Sorry.
Sorry, this isn't why I'm here.
He'll be all right.
I'm not sure.
I mean, sometimes I think if
a father can't be 100% there,
if he can't be a good...
Maybe it's better for the child.
Anyway...
what did you want to ask me?
What was it like to go
overseas as a young man?
Well, I'd never been east of
Saskatoon, so I was excited.
They told me that the girls
danced naked in France.
I bet your mother loved that.
She sent a Bible with me.
Go ahead.
They've been in there
for half an hour.
If he was going to
turn into a bear,
he would have done it by now.
His eyes weren't good
enough for flight school.
Did my wife send that?
This is the Mark XVI.
Though I flew the
Mark IV before that.
Was there 20 millimeter cannons?
- Yeah, just about knee...
- Knee level.
Sometimes.
It depended on the type of
flying that we were doing.
Gordie, I'm not sure
that Mr Devereaux
wants to talk about...
Oh, no, no,
no, it's all right.
Tell you the truth, Gordie, none
of my own kids have any interest
in planes.
It's nice to meet
a fellow aviator.
Do you like horses, Gordie?
Yes.
Gordie, you've never
touched a horse.
Supper's in the oven.
Claire, Gordie,
you'll stay and eat?
Hello?
Mum.
Claire! What's wrong?
Is that Claire?
No, nothing.
I'm so sorry, mum.
Shit. What time is it there?
It's gone 1:00.
What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm so sorry.
I completely forgot
about the time change.
No, no, we were up anyway.
Claire, is everything all right?
Is Gordie okay?
Gordie's fine.
He's...
He's what?
He's gone horseback riding.
Did she say
he's gone horseback riding?
Claire, did you say he's
gone horseback riding?
Yes, just for a few hours.
Claire, you took your son to a
foreign country and now you're
not with him?
He's fine, mum.
Well, this is
actually why I called.
He's, uhmm...
He's with his great grandfather.
What? Does he know?
No, not at all.
- How could you possibly-
- Mum, listen.
This is why I called.
I called to say that
everything's fine.
The interview went well.
He let you interview him?
He and Gordie
have become friends.
Friends?
Claire, I don't mean to
sound like I'm interfering,
but is Gordie safe on
his own with this man?
They're not alone,
they're at a ranch.
You let a strange man
take your son to a ranch
and ride a strange animal?
He could break his neck.
They're not doing
show jumping, mum.
Is he at least wearing a helmet?
Mum, Mr Devereaux, Gordon,
knows what he's doing.
And Gordie was enthused.
When was the last
time you saw that?
And you say,
he's cooperating with you?
Not at first, no.
But because of Gordie.
Gordie?
He was the first talking point.
The two of them just clicked.
Why didn't you go with them?
I don't know, it's just
everything that's been going on
with Malcolm, Gordie's
just so stuck in his shell.
I just don't think he needs
his mum hovering right now.
Anyway, I've got to go.
They're having us
over for supper.
Claire?
Yes?
Be careful.
I will.
I love you.
Love you too, sweetheart.
Love you, sweetie.
I hope she knows
what she's doing.
I do.
I do too.
I hope she knows
what she's doing.
Horse.
Want to try riding it?
Sure.
All right.
Then that is what we will do.
Hello Jordan.
This is my little
friend, Gordie.
Jordan:
Hey, Gordie. Nice to meet you.
Hello.
Can we rustle
up a horse for him?
We sure can.
Gordon:
Hi boys, how you doing?
Good.
Good to see you.
They're big.
Gordon:
Yeah, they're very big.
Here we go.
Do a circle, here.
Isn't she nice?
Yeah.
Come on, babe.
Just a little bit more.
That's a good girl.
Yes, you are.
I think we may be getting
a bit of clouds coming in.
That's it.
Well, Gordie, what do you think?
Keep going?
Ready for takeoff?
Yes, sir.
What are they doing?
Flying.
Now, when you want
to climb, you pull back
on the control column.
Like this?
Whoa, gently.
You'll flip us right over.
When you want to descend,
you push forward.
When you want to
turn to the right,
you press down the right pedal
and turn the wheel to the right.
That's right.
We've got to do both at the
same time to get a smooth
angle to bank.
Good.
And left pedal for port?
You got it, skipper.
Now start the engines.
Do you see the throttles
down by your left knee?
Push them forward?
Yes, but smoothly.
Okay.
Now release the brake.
Look straight ahead.
All right.
We've got an air
speed of 190 knots.
Pull back on the stick.
And we're airborne.
Now, turn starboard, skipper.
Force 177 degrees,
climb to 5000.
177?
Ease back on the
throttles and level out.
Leveling out.
Good job, captain.
Aren't you the captain?
I'm just enjoying the ride.
Any fighters in the sky?
Taking flight, captain.
Shot down, captain.
Any fighters in the sky?
Big Gee,
any fighters in the sky?
Gordon, any fighters in the sky?
For today, Little Gee,
why don't we just fly?
I met Gordon after the war.
Men were in short
supply around here,
but that's not
what caught my eye.
What was it about him?
He was so quiet.
Not constantly bragging or
talking about himself the way
the boys I knew growing up.
Plus, you wouldn't
think it to look at him,
but he was a stone cold fox.
I know he went through
a lot in the war,
but he never wanted
to talk about it.
Men never did in those days.
Sometimes I think it's healthier
now with all the therapies
and yoga and talking
about your feelings.
Yoga can't help with PTSD.
Do you think that's what he had?
I don't know.
All I know is that as
happy as we've been,
I've never seen him let
go the way he just did
with your little boy.
And now he's Big Gee.
Mr Devereaux was too clumsy,
and Uncle Gordon was too formal.
Does that make you H for Helen?
No, I'm Mrs Gee.
Oh, I hope that
doesn't bother you.
We don't mean to lay any
sort of claim on Gordie.
It doesn't bother me at all.
I'm so glad.
After all, you can never
have too much family.
Claire, unless this
is an emergency-
I think dad needs to come here.
What?
Does he know?
Claire, did you tell him?
No, but just now he and Gordie,
they were flying together and-
They went flying?
No, not actually.
It's just that, well,
they've become friends.
Even Helen,
Mrs Devereaux, says so too.
I, I don't know, Claire.
I wouldn't want to
burst their bubble.
But there's a chance that...
To protect Gordie,
not Devereaux.
If Gordie's opened
up to someone,
I wouldn't want to risk that.
Gordie will be fine.
A tiny little window has opened
up here and you won't get
another chance.
I'm not sure if the
reward outweighs the risk.
Stop talking like a banker, dad.
I'm not asking you for a loan.
Claire, dinner's ready.
We're eating chow mein.
That's right.
I helped cook it.
That's great, love.
I'll be there in a moment.
Look, in three days, Gordie and
I are saying goodbye and leaving
this place forever.
They'll probably
invite us to come back,
but we probably never will.
If you want Gordie to keep
having a relationship with his
family, you need to take a risk.
I'm not sure.
Just think about it.
There's a flight leaving
from Heathrow tomorrow,
or today your time.
You'd be here within 24 hours.
Claire.
Just think about it.
I love you.
Obviously, I can't go.
What's she thinking of?
You were right about
this whole thing.
You said I should stay
away from Devereaux.
I should've listened to you.
Now Claire's gotten
all mixed up in it.
What are you doing?
I'm booking you a ticket
to Canada, you daft...
You said it was mad.
You thought this
whole thing was mad.
I'm allowed to change my mind.
Good Lordy.
It's just full of airports.
This bloody country
is full of airports.
Airports and bears.
Edmonton.
Look for Edmonton.
That's terrible.
I know, it's a good one.
Look what Gordie
helped me make.
It looks so
delicious, doesn't it?
Do you want the big pie?
No, but what we're going to do
is go back and paint.
Thank you so much for
taking Gordie to the ranch,
Mr Devereaux.
He was over the moon.
Please, call me Gordon.
Gordon.
It was my pleasure.
And thank you for a
wonderful dinner, Mrs Gee.
Would you and Little Gee
be interested in going
to West Edmonton Mall
with us tomorrow?
It's terribly touristy, I know,
but you can't come all this way
and not see it.
It's one of the
biggest in the world.
I'm sure Gordie would love that.
We also have a family friend
flying in tomorrow afternoon
and we'd love for
you to meet him.
Wonderful.
Well, why don't we take Gordie
to the mall while you go get
your friend, and then we'll
all have dinner together?
Are you sure you think
it's a good idea?
It's a great idea.
Any friend of Little Gee's
a friend of ours.
All right, let's go. Come on.
How you doing, Bunny?
Don't eat any of that
Canadian bacon, though.
Okay?
Love you, sweetheart.
Love you too.
Say hi to Claire and Gordie.
I will.
You got everything, dad?
The mini.
You had to bring the mini.
Oh, you don't like the mini?
Psychological, isn't it?
Got room for that?
Oh, you'd be surprised
what I got room for.
Oh, yeah. That too, yeah?
Are You ready for this?
Honestly, Kevin, I don't know.
Could have taken the Land Rover.
Could've had you on the
back of a Triumph too.
I flew with the Canadian
Air Force most of the time,
but late in 1944,
I was seconded to
an RAF squadron. Seconded?
Sent on loan for
about three months.
That's when you flew
on the Bruges raid?
Little Gee, do you have
a swimsuit with you?
How'd you know
about the Bruge raid?
That's what mom's writing about.
Sort of, Bunny, not so
much about the operation,
but about the pilots and
navigators who flew it and what
they're up to now.
Like horseback riding?
Mm-hmm and
building model planes,
and giving medals
to young pilots.
What's that for?
This is the Distinguished
Flying Cross for bravery.
It's from when I
was a pathfinder.
What's a pathfinder?
A pathfinder flies over the
target, ahead of the bombers.
I dropped flares over the
target, very bright lights,
so the bombers
could aim at them.
Were you scared?
Yes.
Often.
Were you sad that you
had to help drop bombs?
I think this look
is about complete.
Would you like to have a look
at yourself, Little Gee?
Yeah, Big Gee.
Well, what do you think?
I wish Grandpa Barlow
could see me like this.
Who?
Granddad Barlow.
Can we take a picture for him?
Is Granddad Barlow
your mom's dad?
Yeah.
You wouldn't happen to know
his first name, would you?
I don't know.
I see.
This Grandpa Barlow, did
you ever meet his mother?
It'd be your great-grandmother.
Yeah, but she died.
Oh, I'm
sorry to hear that.
What was her name?
I don't know.
I called her Nan.
She lived in Nottingham.
Oh no, Mom said not to tell you.
She said it's not
good journalism.
Everybody ready to go?
Little Gee, Why don't you
get out of that uniform
and go put your your shoes on?
Go on.
What's wrong?
What happened?
Gordon?
Ready to go?
I'm almost finished
with your logbook.
What's wrong?
You take Gordie to the mall.
I need to talk some
more with Mrs Summers.
Gordon, what's-
Or should I say Ms. Barlow?
Gordie, Why don't you to
the mall just with Mrs Gee?
I need to talk a little bit
more with Mr Devereaux.
That's right, Gordie.
Go grab your jacket. Okay?
Are you sure it's okay to leave?
Of course. Have fun.
I didn't mean for you...
Sit down.
You're his daughter.
Donald Barlow.
A man who claimed,
he claimed that-
I never intended-
What?
To humiliate me?
To spy on me?
No, I just intended to conduct
the interview and leave.
Oh, you don't expect
me to believe that.
You set this whole thing up.
The project.
The research.
What for?
Money?
You wanted an inheritance?
Is that it?
The project is real.
The magazine I
showed you is real.
I'm researching...
Stop!
Stop. You even dragged the boy
in here to soften me up,
to worm your way...
I told you I would never
use Gordie to get a story.
You primed your son to trap me!
I promise you, Gordie is
innocent in all of this.
Oh, Gordie.
Gordon!
You must think I'm an idiot.
You named the kid after me.
All along, you planned this.
That's not true.
I told you my husband
named him Gordie.
He's named after Gordie Howe.
You don't expect me
to believe that story?
Not after all the
lying that you've done?
Gordie Howe Summers.
If I was going to
make something up,
I would've made it less stupid.
I have never lied to
you, Mr Devereaux.
I only concealed my relation to
you because I know that you want
nothing to do with my family.
But everything else that's
happened over the past few days
has been an honest result of
seeing my son happy and wanting
to keep him that way.
You are my granddaughter?
I am.
But that means that this boy,
Gordie, he is my...
He's your great-grandson.
And you'll exclude him
from any recriminations?
Of course.
Then I'll say goodbye.
Thank you for everything
you've done for Gordie,
but this has been a mistake.
I'll be back in a few
hours to pick up Gordie.
I don't want to ruin his time
here, so when I come back,
we'll be civil.
Agreed?
Thank you for everything
you've done for my son,
and I'm sorry to
have caused you pain.
Claire,
a family friend that
you're going to pick up
from the airport?
My father.
Your son.
But I won't bring him here,
not unless you tell me
that's what you want.
You have my phone number.
The rollercoaster
goes zooming, goes so high...
And then it falls down.
It was so, so...
Big Gee, we went to the slides
and the amusement park and there
was a skating rink and
Mrs Gee bought me a hat!
Why don't you take
everything inside, Gordie?
Has she gone?
Yes.
She'll come get
Gordie when we call?
Yes.
You know that she's
your granddaughter?
You knew?
Of course I knew.
How?
I looked this place up,
Connection Closure.
They only do one thing.
Plus I bribed Gordie.
With what?
Cake.
Like great-grandfather,
like great-grandson.
Stop.
This is private.
From your wife?
Oh, it was before your time.
You can tell me.
I don't want to talk about it.
I didn't know about a child.
And I didn't want
to tell you that I
had been with
someone before you.
Oh, Gordon, this isn't 1945.
Did you love her?
You have to talk to
somebody sometime, Gordon.
I was so terrified.
Night after night.
Searchlights probing.
Flack sliding towards us.
Guns on the ground.
Never knowing if you would be...
When the weather clear,
there'd be a stand down
and everyone I knew
would go to London.
But there were so
many bombed-out homes.
One morning...
She was still holding a doll.
Then I'd get in the plane and
I'd go help do that same thing
to little girls in Germany.
Got to make way for
the bombers, Captain.
Roger that.
Prep munitions.
Roger, Captain.
The next stand down,
I got on a bus.
I'd get out of the city
and run up to Nottingham,
that's where I met Wendy.
And Wendy didn't ask questions.
There were no bombs falling.
I could just forget.
I didn't mean to abandon her.
I don't think of it like that.
And I swear, I didn't
know about the child.
When the war ended, I promised
myself I'd just start over.
I'd just erase the nightmare,
pretend it never happened.
I didn't realize I'd be
erasing other things too.
Oh, Gordon...
have you told Claire
any of this?
No one. Ever.
I think you should.
I think she'd
understand you better.
Might be too late.
Where are you going?
I'll be right back.
It's a mess.
I've made a horrible mess.
He found me out.
Oh, Claire.
I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
It's not.
You came all this way.
I took a risk.
It's all right.
And now I'm in Canada.
Should we do some sightseeing
before we head home?
Yes, absolutely.
We just need to pick up
Gordie on the way home.
Are you sure you should
have left him there?
I know.
I know, but none of us
wanted to ruin his day.
You can stay in the car
so you and Mr Devereaux
don't have to meet.
So close and yet so far.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
Don't be sorry.
It was my decision.
And now, I get to
see my daughter.
It's not that I dislike the
idea of having a great-grandson,
though that does make
me sound a little...
Distinguished?
Old, I was going to say.
But I suppose if one could
choose a great-grandson...
Of course, there's a corollary.
You can't have a great-grandson
without having a son first.
What you going for?
This is your Distinguished
Flying Cross for bravery.
Canada.
Bloody hell.
Dad.
Hello?
Granddad.
Hi, Granddad.
Hello again.
Gordie, how many
sweets did you eat?
All of them?
Well, why don't you do your
granddad a favor and go help
Mrs Devereaux make some tea?
I'm sure he'd love some.
All right.
Hello.
Would you like to come in?
Please.
I have
myself full confidence that if
all do their that they'll
all do their duty,
we shall prove
ourselves once more
able to defend our island home,
to ride out the storm of war
and to outlive the
menace of tyranny.
We'll defend to our death
our native soil,
aiding each other
like good comrades
to the utmost of their strength.
We shall go onto the end.
We shall fight in France.
We shall fight on
the seas and oceans.
We shall fight with growing
confidence and growing strength
in the air.
We shall never surrender.
There is, perhaps,
no condition more confusing
or unwelcome than grief.
There's no escaping it.
This is a river that
must be crossed,
a desert that must be traversed.
The mountain that
must be climbed.
One day we will be able to look
back and truly appreciate that
Wendy is in a better place,
resting forever in the
arms of the Lord.
Amen.
And now I believe Wendy's
granddaughter would like to say
a few words.
Thank you so much,
everyone, for coming.
I know Nana would have been
thrilled to see you all,
though she probably would have
scolded you for being in church
when there's a match on.
Growing up, I always knew
that I had the nicest,
sweetest grandmother
in the world,
but what I didn't know was that
she was also strong and fierce
and resilient.
I never met the Wendy that got
kicked out of her parent's house
and had to learn to
make it on her own.
I never met the Wendy that
worked nights for 20 years so
that my dad could go to school.
Sweetness and gentleness
are wonderful qualities,
but sometimes I wish that
I had met the other Wendy.
The one that kicked
such serious ass.
And I'm grateful for that
Wendy and I wish that
I could have known her.
Well, that was a weird
speech, Claire bear.
Thanks, Kev.
Where is Gordy?
Wasn't sure if he should come.
He barely knew Nana and I
thought it might just upset him.
Malcolm took him for the day.
You let the wanker take him?
Praise be to God, Mrs Crabtree.
Don't call him a wanker,
we're not supposed to do that.
Why not?
I don't know, health?
It's all the rage now.
You're not supposed
to hate each other,
you're supposed to
consciously uncouple.
That is the stupidest
thing I've ever heard.
Honestly, I miss him.
Well you shouldn't.
He's a wanker.
Who's the suit talking to dad?
I don't know.
Are you coming home?
Yeah, Malcolm's
dropping off Gordy.
We'll stay in the spare room.
I'm planning an
early night, though,
so don't let me have any wine.
And the dandelions.
Oh my God.
Every spring, more of
them, just like a carpet.
I bet it drove her
neighbors mental.
Oh, it did.
She would never let
them touch them.
And then in the spring,
dandelion fluff everywhere.
Beauty in all
things, that was Nan.
Oh God.
To Nana Barlow.
All: To Nana Barlow.
Is Gordy in bed?
Hours ago.
Poor bunny.
I wish he'd got more
opportunities to meet his Nan.
Me too.
Right, dad, do tell.
Did she leave
you any money?
Kevin.
What?
She wrote me a letter.
Apparently she wrote it
just before she passed away.
Why?
She wanted me to know more
about your grandfather,
my father.
It's a bit late,
isn't it?
What does it say?
My dear son, I have never told
you much about your father,
mostly because...
It's okay.
It's her handwriting.
Here, dad, let me.
My dear son.
I have never told you
much about your father,
mostly because there's
not been much to tell.
You know that he was a
pilot in the air force.
You know that his
name was Gordon,
but there were two things
that I did not tell you.
He was a Canadian and
his name was Devereux.
I used to ask her what
his last name was.
She would just say your
name is Donald Barlow
and you should be proud of it.
You didn't know he was Canadian.
I just assumed he was RAF.
I used to invent stories that
he was from Wales or Scotland
or came from a titled family.
Was it just a fling?
More than that, I think.
I didn't notice it when I was
younger, but looking back,
she always talked about
him like they were married.
Were they?
No, never.
That's why she got kicked out,
when her parents learned about
the pregnancy.
I only ever had one letter
from him and it was a postcard.
Let me read it.
I can do it.
My dear Wendy, I have to tell
you that I'm on the move again.
We have to help finish
things off with Japan.
I'll write when I get
there and as soon as I can.
All my love, Gordon.
And she never heard
from him again?
Not that I know of.
Ahem...
He was a fine man, Donald.
He would have been so proud
of you, and you of him.
I wish life had been different
and that you two could have
known each other.
With much love, mom.
- That's weird.
- Claire.
No, I mean, it's
a beautiful note.
Very romantic, very sad.
But why wait until
now to give it to you?
Maybe she, he didn't
want to discuss it.
It was probably a
very painful memory.
Maybe she wanted me to find him.
Don, be realistic.
Yeah, what are the chances
this guy's even still alive?
23rd of May, 1945.
May...
And he went to the Pacific.
You know, I have a friend at the
Kew archives who could probably-
Somebody stop her.
Claire, this isn't one of
your human interest stories.
This is your father's life.
He's right though.
What if Nan wanted
dad to go looking?
Don't be absurd.
There's a postscript on this.
Your father used to say that
when he got back to Canada,
the first thing he would do is
pack his tent and head west to
go camping in the mountains.
Why would she write that if she
didn't want you to go looking?
She's giving you a clue.
Gordy, what are you doing up?
Let's get you some water and
put you back to bed, okay?
Come on.
Let's go.
There, you cozy?
Did you have a good
day with your dad?
Or did you miss your
old mom too much?
Can dad come and pick
us up in the morning?
We're going to stay with
grandma and grandpa for a couple
of days, but that
will be fun, right?
Hey, I love you so much.
Goodnight, Bunny.
Is he okay?
Oh, he'll be fine,
it's his mom who's a mess.
Par for the course.
What are you looking at?
There's an organization
set up for people like me,
whose fathers were
visiting serviceman.
Connection Closure.
It, it sounds like a scam.
Well, the BBC covered them.
But you have so little to go on
and you've always assumed your
father had died.
Why would Wendy let you
think any different?
Maybe she thought it was better
to have a dead parent than one
who would just walk out on you.
No, Claire, I didn't mean...
No, of course not.
It's okay.
Gordy knows his dad loves him.
Besides, it's
different now, anyway.
That's right, lots of children
these days only have one parent.
In the '40s and '50s-
Did Nana have any
boyfriends growing up?
As far as I know,
there was just him.
Gordon Devereux.
I think we should let
sleeping dogs lie.
Mom.
Dad should call these
connection people.
What's the harm in asking?
I don't like it.
Well, it's not a democracy, mom.
It's up to dad.
What do you want to do?
I'll need some time
to think about it.
I just don't understand
why you're so worried about it.
What's the worst
that could happen?
The worst that could happen?
That's really good, Gordy.
What are you building?
Nice.
The worst that could happen
is your father gets his
heartbroken.
Not if he finds Gordon Devereux.
Claire...
Imagine that you're an old
man at the end of your days
and one day you're sat at
home and the doorbell rings.
You open it and there's
some person standing there,
a woman say, and she says,
"Hi, you don't know me,"
but I'm your daughter.
"Fancy having a cup
of tea together?"
What would you do?
I'd slam the bloody
door in her face.
Mom.
Cheeky bitch, DNA does
not make you family.
I just don't understand how you
could not want to dive headfirst
into this.
I mean, the intrigue,
the romance.
Claire, I'm not the journalist.
You dive in all you want.
I'm going to focus on
keeping your father happy.
Maybe keeping him happy means
letting him have a parent that's
still alive.
If your father knows
what's good for him,
he will forget all about this.
Mom I...
Try an orange
one or a red one.
Hello?
Yes.
Oh, perfect.
No, that would be wonderful.
Yes, perfect.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Connection and Closure
originated five years ago.
It was my mother who
started the whole thing off.
Like you, she was
searching for her father.
Did she find him?
She did.
That's wonderful.
Isn't that wonderful?
How many people are
in a similar situation?
Fathers who came and
went during the war.
In the UK?
25,000, another 10,000
in the Netherlands.
My own mother is a US citizen,
but even there,
she's not alone
in her situation.
Soldiers moved around a lot.
And they shag a lot, too.
Kevin!
He's not wrong.
More and more people that were
fathered by servicemen now want
to know who their fathers are.
Who their father is.
Surely they can
each have only one.
So let me get this
straight, Mr Hoogstra.
Please call me Alex.
You get what information you
can from us and then you just
ship it off to Canada to
find the father, right?
I will take the
information myself.
The United States is my home,
I travel from there.
And when you find him,
if you find him,
you simply just walk on up,
knock on his door,
announce he has a son
to meet, chop, chop,
and hope he doesn't
die of a heart attack?
Well, I'd be a little
more gentle than that.
Daphne.
If I locate your father
and he's still living,
I alone shall make the initial
contact and if I find that he's
amenable to the idea
of meeting with you,
at that point, and
that point only,
I shall release his
personal information.
It's a system that
requires patience,
but it provides absolute
confidentiality to you
and the person you're seeking.
You mean, even if you find him,
you won't tell me who he is.
And vice versa, unless both
parties agree to meet.
How long will it take?
Between two to six months.
We'll need some
time to discuss it.
Of course.
Thank you for coming.
I look forward to
hearing from you.
Was your mother glad she'd
chosen to meet her father?
They never met.
He refused to see her.
I was ecstatic when the agency
told me they had
found my father,
but a week later they told
me he wouldn't even see me.
He wouldn't even
admit I existed.
Jane's story is sadly typical.
Less than 10% of fathers
contacted agreed to meet with
their children.
If the expense worries you...
At our age,
it's this or Monte Carlo.
I just don't understand why
you suddenly need a father.
I thought you were happy.
I am.
Then why is it not enough?
Why are we suddenly inadequate?
Sweetheart, it's not that.
It's just knowing
that he didn't die,
that he's really there,
would be like filling in a space
that's been empty my whole life.
Would be like knowing
a part of my mother.
Is this for her or for you?
Both?
Okay.
You do what you
have to, I suppose.
Are you sure?
You don't need my
permission, Donald.
How you doing?
Are you feeling grouchy?
No.
A little grouchy.
What's that?
What does it look like?
A plane.
Yeah, it's an old plane.
Helen?
Mr Devereux.
Yes?
My name is Alex Hoogstra.
I'm a researcher with
Connection and Closure.
Connection what?
Closure.
May I come in?
Researching what exactly?
We try to make connections
between people like yourself,
who had a significant role
in World War II and-
Oh, yeah, I don't want
to talk about that.
The book is closed.
I'm working on behalf of
someone that would like to
reopen it.
Yeah, well I'm not interested.
But if someone were to want to-
I said no.
Well, would you mind confirming
for me that you flew
for the 532 squadron and
that in November, 1944,
you were on loan to
the Royal Air Force
for a special operation?
Stop.
This person, the one
who sent you, who is it?
I'm not permitted to say.
Was it John Webster,
my navigator?
How's he?
Is he still alive?
I really can't say.
Eddie Solomon.
I need to respect their privacy.
Their privacy.
How did you even know all this?
Your military records
are now public domain.
Public domain?
Accessible to anyone.
Yeah, well, I'm not.
This interview is over.
Did you spend time in
Nottingham during 1945?
Late 1944, first
quarter of 1945,
you were on location
primarily in London.
But, you spent
time in Nottingham, correct?
Then, perhaps you remember
meeting their daughter.
I, I, I don't recall.
What was her name?
Let me see here.
Wanda Barlow.
Wendy.
Wendy.
Huh, how silly of me.
She, umm...
Is Wendy the one
who's looking for me?
I'm sorry to say, she passed
away several months ago.
Mr Devereux, it was Wendy's
son who wanted me to find you.
Oh, okay.
Why would he want to do that?
Mr Devereux, he claims
that you're his father.
No.
I assure you.
No, it's impossible.
He's got information
that identifies you.
No. He's a con artist or a liar.
He's not my son.
And Mr Devereux,
he only wants to meet you
while there's still time.
I don't want to meet him.
You understand?
I don't want to see him.
I don't want to
hear from him, ever.
- Mr Devereux...
- Good day.
Mr Devereux.
Mr... Please.
The blue jays are back.
No blue jays for six years,
then suddenly blue jays.
Who was that at the door?
Nobody.
Does he have another family?
I cannot say more than I have.
I'm sorry.
Did you get the sense that he
might possibly change his mind?
I did not.
I'm truly sorry.
Well then, that's that.
I appreciate your visit.
You're not alone.
- You know, many other people-
- I understand.
Thank you.
Let me show you out.
Are you disappointed?
I mainly just feel tired.
Does Gordy know about the search
for his great-grandfather?
No.
I think I've made our
family confusing enough
for him at the moment.
Can I show you something?
But you'll probably want to ask
mum to make you a drink first.
You know that I've been
hired as a staff member
at Source Magazine?
Mm-hmm.
Well, in about six months time
we're going to start publishing
a series called,
"Where Are They Now"
about people who made the
news once and then faded
into the background,
the first heart
transplant patient,
triplets who were famous when
they were five years old.
My editor has been looking for
proposals on more meaty topics
and I think I've
got a great one.
You're not suggesting-
No, not Nan's story, exactly.
Let me start at the beginning.
So in 1944, as the Allies
advanced into Europe,
there was a fear that they
may execute some high level
prisoners being
held in the castle.
Well, a prison
really, near Bruge.
The Allies set up a special
two level task force.
The air force would come in
and breach a hole in the castle
walls and disable the guards
by bombing their quarters.
And a commando unit would
be parachuted in nearby
to get the prisoners out.
So, you're going to be
interviewing the prisoners.
I want to interview the pilots.
It's recently come to my
attention that many of them are
still alive.
No, Claire,
it's out of the question.
Gordon Devereux was
the flight leader.
He was first on the target.
He led the other planes in.
It's a great story.
Hoogstra will never
give you his address.
He doesn't have to.
The public records office
has everything I need.
That man has nothing
to do with our family.
I won't be there for our family.
I'll be there for the story.
That's all?
That's all. And maybe I'm
a little curious, fine,
but it's a great story.
And don't you want to know if
your father was a war hero?
You're not going to get
my blessing on this.
I'm not going to ask for it.
Claire.
Dad, he's not going
to know who I am.
I'm still using my
married name for now,
so he won't even
make the connection.
What came first?
Hoogstra or the story.
Hoogstra.
But it's a great story.
I just want to go in and
get his version of events.
My editor's excited.
It's a spy story,
and a war story,
and a, Where Are They Now,
story all rolled into one.
It could be huge.
And if the opportunity
arose, you'd say to him,
"Oh, did you know that I'm
your granddaughter?"
Yes, because I'm an idiot.
Claire.
No, of course not.
I wouldn't ruin the biggest
opportunity of my career just
because I'm related to
one of the subjects.
The atmosphere would have to be
extraordinarily conducive for me
to even make a hint.
Which you won't.
Which I won't.
When do you plan to start?
As soon as Gordy's out
of school for the summer.
What?
You're taking Gordy with you?
We need to get away for a bit,
especially while the house is
being sold.
Are you going to tell him?
No, no.
As far as he's concerned, it
will be just another interview.
You really think a war veteran
is going to open up to you?
I don't like it, Claire.
Not at all.
Well, the only thing we
have to fear is fear itself.
And bears.
They have bears in Canada.
No. umm, mm.
Here are the books.
Do you need anything else?
No, that should be perfect.
Thank you so much.
Oh, Bunny, you can't bring
that shirt with you.
We need to make a good
impression in Canada.
But it's my favorite shirt.
And don't call me Bunny anymore.
But you are my bunny.
You're my little Snuggle Bunny.
You're my little Snuggle
Bunny, aren't you?
You're my little Snuggle Bunny.
This is
to announce the arrival of
flight... Airlines Flight
700 from New York.
Well, you never know when
you were coming back, right?
Each one was the last one.
Thank you very much.
Well, thank you. Enjoy your day.
This is maple syrup,
this is a Canadian delicacy.
Gordy. Get out of that pond,
right this second.
No, Mum, we never
do anything fun. I'm hot.
Get out of the water.
No.
If you don't get out
right this second,
I'm getting in the
car and leaving
and you can grow up
in Moose Jaw.
Mum?
Mummy?
Mummy!
I think this is it.
Of course, Shea Stadium
didn't open till 1964.
It was a bad year
for it, anyway,
because Casey Stengel...
now he was a bum as a player,
a real clown,
but a good manager, you know.
A good manager at heart, or he
was when he managed the Yankees.
When the Mets hired him,
disaster.
They didn't have
a good year in 64, oh no.
That's very interesting,
Mr Fournier.
Pete, please.
Pete.
But what I'm really here
to talk about is the raid.
The raid?
In Bruge, Mr Fournier, 1945?
Yeah.
Yes. Terrible time.
We lost one, you know?
So I've come to understand.
I'm very sorry.
Oh, don't be sorry.
I got over it.
It took me a lot of drinks,
a little baseball,
but I got over it.
Not everybody does.
I understand,
it must have been horrible.
You understand?
What is this?
Some kind of damned therapy?
I assure you I'm
only a journalist.
I just know that post traumatic-
You know what they used to call
therapy in my day?
Jack Daniels.
I'm just trying to
corroborate some details.
You don't know.
None of you knows.
All these anniversaries
come up, Deippe, Normandy,
people like you come
in here and say
you want to know
what it was like.
You don't want to
know what it was like.
Not really.
Saw a friend in a
field hospital once,
Jim Guido, 19 years old,
already a hockey
legend back home.
He lost his leg somewhere
in France, got infected,
filled him full of morphine.
Used to use that
stuff back then.
It gives you nightmares.
It gives you nightmares
like you wouldn't believe.
I looked down at Jim
lying there, 19 years old,
never going to
play hockey again,
so full of morphine that he
just moaning in his sleep.
Just moaning, crying,
and shaking like a baby.
19 years old, his leg blown
clean off, crying for his mommy.
And I wanted to pick
up a bed pan
and smash his face to pieces.
I wanted to pick up something
heavy and smash his face,
and smash, and smash, so he
wouldn't make any more noise,
because I couldn't listen to it.
I couldn't listen
to anymore crying.
We all felt it.
We all had nightmares, but he
had no right to cry like that.
You keep that inside you.
He had no right.
He had no right.
I think perhaps I should
come back another time.
There were things we did
to people, young men,
younger than us.
Of course, when Casey Stengel
was managing the Yankees
back in the fifties,
that was a good time.
10 pennants in 12 seasons.
That was the good times.
Wish I could go back there now.
That was the good times.
I wish I could go back to then.
Good times.
I'm really sorry
to hear all that, Bunny.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea
for me to bring you along.
I just mean that I wanted to
take you on an adventure and now
you've gotten to see all the
boring parts of mum's job.
Lots of travel, and waiting,
and getting yelled at.
This is the Boeing
B-29 Superfortress.
Have you ever heard of
Enola Gay?
Yeah. I have.
Pretty sad stuff.
You know, you're really
grown up in a lot of ways.
One more interview to go.
We just have to head West one
more time and then we'll go see
some mountains. Okay?
We're taking
flight, Captain.
We have to get out
of here, Captain.
- Captain?
- Standby.
Mr Devereux?
Yes.
Claire Summers, how do you do?
Not interested.
In what?
In whatever it is
you're selling.
Did you not get my letter?
Mrs Summers, come in, come in.
Gordon, this is Mrs Summers,
the reporter I told you about.
You didn't tell me
about any reporter.
Oh, I'm sure I did.
I must have.
Come in, come in.
Your English.
What gave me away?
Would you like a coffee or tea?
That's what you
people like, isn't it?
I'll just make some tea.
Why are you here?
Gordon, she's doing
a newspaper project.
She wrote to us all about it.
Claire Summers, staff writer,
Callishawe Press,
sluff berks.
Slough Berks.
Gordon, I didn't know you
knew so much about England.
I was about to
make some ice tea.
What do you think?
Oh, that would lovely.
Thank you.
Gordon?
Thank you, Helen.
So a project.
I'm sorry that you
weren't expecting me.
I didn't mean to
spring myself upon you.
I'm a staff writer
for Source Magazine.
It's a middle road publication
rather like your Maclean's,
I think.
We report on historical
events, semi recent histories.
Right now, I'm working on a
series about people who were
involved in a major historical
event that has since faded
from public memory.
So you really are a reporter,
huh?
What else would I be?
And you just
happened to pick me?
Not at all.
I found a record of the RAF's
raid on a Nazi prison in a
castle near Bruge,
November, 1944.
I see.
Sorry to disappoint you, but I
don't give interviews about what
I did during the war years.
Matter of principle.
I haven't revisited the war
years since I was decommissioned
in 1945, not even with
my wife or our daughter.
You've a daughter?
No, when I took off my uniform
for the last time I shut the
door on all that, on all of it.
Did you keep your uniform?
Young lady, that is a
very personal question.
I've already told you
I do not do interviews.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to offend.
It's just that
Patrice LaPage kept his,
so I was curious.
You spoke to Patrice?
Flight Lieutenant Patrice
LaPage, I should have said.
And yes I did,
and Ancienne Lorette in Quebec.
My navigator trained there.
John Webster.
I met with him as well.
I really am a journalist.
Hmmm.
I haven't just snuck in to steal
your valuables and I think that
this story deserves to be told.
You don't need me for that.
You was a pilot in charge.
You led the raid.
You were the first to fly-
How on earth do you know this?
Flight Lieutenant Wagner.
Charlie?
Charlie Wagner.
He's a doctor now.
Oh, Slap Dash Charlie, a doctor.
Well, semi retired.
He lives in Devon.
I spoke with him
before I left England,
and I can give you his
address if you'd like.
No.
No, I don't want anything.
That part of my life is closed,
besides he wouldn't
want to meet me.
No, put all of that behind me.
It was difficult,
but I had help, my wife, Helen
and our daughter.
That's behind me, now.
Mr Devereux, it's not
my intention to delve
into painful memories.
I just wanted to write a story
that shows our readers what
happened next,
that there is life after...
We will be besieged by people
wanting to know more,
banging on our door,
expecting me to tell
them everything,
all the juicy details.
You'll destroy our privacy.
No, we can protect your identity
and conceal your location.
That would be
entirely your choice.
And you must remember the
Source is only sold in the UK,
so no one would
even see it here.
Iced tea.
So... will you be staying
long in Edmonton?
Only about five days.
We want to head to
the mountains after.
We?
Is your husband with you?
My son.
Your son?
How old is he?
Nine.
And where is he now?
Helen,
that's none of our business.
He's waiting for me in the car.
In the car?
Oh, it's all right.
He's got his books
and his Gameboy.
Well, we should bring him in.
Oh, I wasn't sure if that
would be a good idea.
I thought, that is, Mr Devereux
and I have potentially sensitive
subjects to discuss.
Oh, it's quite all right.
We'll go to the other
side of the house
and leave you two in peace,
but he shouldn't be
left in the car.
It's not right.
Well, if your sure it's okay.
Yes, all right,
I'll be right back.
You bored out here, Bunny?
Do you want to come
in for some iced tea?
I wish you wouldn't.
We should make
them feel at home.
Well, I should anyway.
And you should have a
chat with Mrs Summers.
She seems very sympathetic.
Gordie,
these people are very nice.
And I want you to be careful
to be on your best behavior,
all right?
Don't talk about
our family, okay?
Mommy's a reporter and reporters
don't share personal details.
Understand?
You will mind your
manners, won't you, Gordon?
Hello. Please come in.
What's your name?
Gordie.
Gordie Summers.
Gordie.
We love that name in this house.
Gordie, this is
Mr and Mrs Devereaux.
It's a pleasure to
meet you, Gordie.
Looking for something, Gordie?
You don't have a
picture of a mosquito?
Gordie.
We don't get too many mosquitoes
at this time of the year.
I think Gordie was referring
to something else, weren't you,
young man?
De Havilland Mosquito
made of plywood.
Mom said that you-
That's enough, Gordie.
And where'd you
learn about that?
I have a book.
What you been telling him?
He learned that on his own.
Now it seems we all
have cool drinks,
but I haven't offered you one.
Why don't you come with me and
we'll see what we can find?
Would you like a soda?
Go on. It's all right.
Come with me.
Where did he learn all that?
I assure you-
- Did you coach him?
- Why would I-
It's shameless.
I'm not going to spill my guts
out just because you trained
your kid to come in here-
Mr. Devereaux, I would never
train Gordie to do anything.
I know that you don't like to
talk about your flying days and
I'll tell him not to
bring it up again.
Then how does he know so much?
He saw my research on the
story and got interested.
And when Gordie's interested in
a subject, he's like a sponge.
He just hones in and
learns everything he can.
Just like that?
Just like that.
I assure you, I would never use
my son to manipulate anyone.
He does this all the time.
I must say his train
phase was the worst.
Well, my daughter went through
a similar thing with dolphins.
Still not going
to be interviewed.
- Thank you.
- Don't thank me.
You're not going to
get anything from me.
I was just going to say thank
you for having Gordie in.
I'm sure he's much
more comfortable
in the kitchen with Helen.
Well, that's Helen for you.
Whoa, it's huge.
It's four layers.
What's that?
I made it for my grandson.
It's very cool.
Now, tell me everything.
So your son,
he's also named Gordon?
No, he's just Gordie.
Is he named after
anyone in particular?
Yes.
Who?
Gordie Howe.
The Canadian hockey player?
I know.
- But you're-
- I know.
You're so English, I know.
His father insisted.
I couldn't find the strength
to argue because I was so, so-
- So what?
- Pregnant.
I succumbed.
What's his middle name?
Howe.
Don't laugh, I was so pregnant.
So how's the cake?
It's very good.
How's school?
It's nice.
Does your husband actually play?
I don't even think
he knows how to skate.
Malcolm's always
going through phases.
First it was hockey,
then it was safari travel,
then me, in the end.
How's young
Gordie Howe taking it?
He's fine.
He's... Sorry.
Sorry, this isn't why I'm here.
He'll be all right.
I'm not sure.
I mean, sometimes I think if
a father can't be 100% there,
if he can't be a good...
Maybe it's better for the child.
Anyway...
what did you want to ask me?
What was it like to go
overseas as a young man?
Well, I'd never been east of
Saskatoon, so I was excited.
They told me that the girls
danced naked in France.
I bet your mother loved that.
She sent a Bible with me.
Go ahead.
They've been in there
for half an hour.
If he was going to
turn into a bear,
he would have done it by now.
His eyes weren't good
enough for flight school.
Did my wife send that?
This is the Mark XVI.
Though I flew the
Mark IV before that.
Was there 20 millimeter cannons?
- Yeah, just about knee...
- Knee level.
Sometimes.
It depended on the type of
flying that we were doing.
Gordie, I'm not sure
that Mr Devereaux
wants to talk about...
Oh, no, no,
no, it's all right.
Tell you the truth, Gordie, none
of my own kids have any interest
in planes.
It's nice to meet
a fellow aviator.
Do you like horses, Gordie?
Yes.
Gordie, you've never
touched a horse.
Supper's in the oven.
Claire, Gordie,
you'll stay and eat?
Hello?
Mum.
Claire! What's wrong?
Is that Claire?
No, nothing.
I'm so sorry, mum.
Shit. What time is it there?
It's gone 1:00.
What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm so sorry.
I completely forgot
about the time change.
No, no, we were up anyway.
Claire, is everything all right?
Is Gordie okay?
Gordie's fine.
He's...
He's what?
He's gone horseback riding.
Did she say
he's gone horseback riding?
Claire, did you say he's
gone horseback riding?
Yes, just for a few hours.
Claire, you took your son to a
foreign country and now you're
not with him?
He's fine, mum.
Well, this is
actually why I called.
He's, uhmm...
He's with his great grandfather.
What? Does he know?
No, not at all.
- How could you possibly-
- Mum, listen.
This is why I called.
I called to say that
everything's fine.
The interview went well.
He let you interview him?
He and Gordie
have become friends.
Friends?
Claire, I don't mean to
sound like I'm interfering,
but is Gordie safe on
his own with this man?
They're not alone,
they're at a ranch.
You let a strange man
take your son to a ranch
and ride a strange animal?
He could break his neck.
They're not doing
show jumping, mum.
Is he at least wearing a helmet?
Mum, Mr Devereaux, Gordon,
knows what he's doing.
And Gordie was enthused.
When was the last
time you saw that?
And you say,
he's cooperating with you?
Not at first, no.
But because of Gordie.
Gordie?
He was the first talking point.
The two of them just clicked.
Why didn't you go with them?
I don't know, it's just
everything that's been going on
with Malcolm, Gordie's
just so stuck in his shell.
I just don't think he needs
his mum hovering right now.
Anyway, I've got to go.
They're having us
over for supper.
Claire?
Yes?
Be careful.
I will.
I love you.
Love you too, sweetheart.
Love you, sweetie.
I hope she knows
what she's doing.
I do.
I do too.
I hope she knows
what she's doing.
Horse.
Want to try riding it?
Sure.
All right.
Then that is what we will do.
Hello Jordan.
This is my little
friend, Gordie.
Jordan:
Hey, Gordie. Nice to meet you.
Hello.
Can we rustle
up a horse for him?
We sure can.
Gordon:
Hi boys, how you doing?
Good.
Good to see you.
They're big.
Gordon:
Yeah, they're very big.
Here we go.
Do a circle, here.
Isn't she nice?
Yeah.
Come on, babe.
Just a little bit more.
That's a good girl.
Yes, you are.
I think we may be getting
a bit of clouds coming in.
That's it.
Well, Gordie, what do you think?
Keep going?
Ready for takeoff?
Yes, sir.
What are they doing?
Flying.
Now, when you want
to climb, you pull back
on the control column.
Like this?
Whoa, gently.
You'll flip us right over.
When you want to descend,
you push forward.
When you want to
turn to the right,
you press down the right pedal
and turn the wheel to the right.
That's right.
We've got to do both at the
same time to get a smooth
angle to bank.
Good.
And left pedal for port?
You got it, skipper.
Now start the engines.
Do you see the throttles
down by your left knee?
Push them forward?
Yes, but smoothly.
Okay.
Now release the brake.
Look straight ahead.
All right.
We've got an air
speed of 190 knots.
Pull back on the stick.
And we're airborne.
Now, turn starboard, skipper.
Force 177 degrees,
climb to 5000.
177?
Ease back on the
throttles and level out.
Leveling out.
Good job, captain.
Aren't you the captain?
I'm just enjoying the ride.
Any fighters in the sky?
Taking flight, captain.
Shot down, captain.
Any fighters in the sky?
Big Gee,
any fighters in the sky?
Gordon, any fighters in the sky?
For today, Little Gee,
why don't we just fly?
I met Gordon after the war.
Men were in short
supply around here,
but that's not
what caught my eye.
What was it about him?
He was so quiet.
Not constantly bragging or
talking about himself the way
the boys I knew growing up.
Plus, you wouldn't
think it to look at him,
but he was a stone cold fox.
I know he went through
a lot in the war,
but he never wanted
to talk about it.
Men never did in those days.
Sometimes I think it's healthier
now with all the therapies
and yoga and talking
about your feelings.
Yoga can't help with PTSD.
Do you think that's what he had?
I don't know.
All I know is that as
happy as we've been,
I've never seen him let
go the way he just did
with your little boy.
And now he's Big Gee.
Mr Devereaux was too clumsy,
and Uncle Gordon was too formal.
Does that make you H for Helen?
No, I'm Mrs Gee.
Oh, I hope that
doesn't bother you.
We don't mean to lay any
sort of claim on Gordie.
It doesn't bother me at all.
I'm so glad.
After all, you can never
have too much family.
Claire, unless this
is an emergency-
I think dad needs to come here.
What?
Does he know?
Claire, did you tell him?
No, but just now he and Gordie,
they were flying together and-
They went flying?
No, not actually.
It's just that, well,
they've become friends.
Even Helen,
Mrs Devereaux, says so too.
I, I don't know, Claire.
I wouldn't want to
burst their bubble.
But there's a chance that...
To protect Gordie,
not Devereaux.
If Gordie's opened
up to someone,
I wouldn't want to risk that.
Gordie will be fine.
A tiny little window has opened
up here and you won't get
another chance.
I'm not sure if the
reward outweighs the risk.
Stop talking like a banker, dad.
I'm not asking you for a loan.
Claire, dinner's ready.
We're eating chow mein.
That's right.
I helped cook it.
That's great, love.
I'll be there in a moment.
Look, in three days, Gordie and
I are saying goodbye and leaving
this place forever.
They'll probably
invite us to come back,
but we probably never will.
If you want Gordie to keep
having a relationship with his
family, you need to take a risk.
I'm not sure.
Just think about it.
There's a flight leaving
from Heathrow tomorrow,
or today your time.
You'd be here within 24 hours.
Claire.
Just think about it.
I love you.
Obviously, I can't go.
What's she thinking of?
You were right about
this whole thing.
You said I should stay
away from Devereaux.
I should've listened to you.
Now Claire's gotten
all mixed up in it.
What are you doing?
I'm booking you a ticket
to Canada, you daft...
You said it was mad.
You thought this
whole thing was mad.
I'm allowed to change my mind.
Good Lordy.
It's just full of airports.
This bloody country
is full of airports.
Airports and bears.
Edmonton.
Look for Edmonton.
That's terrible.
I know, it's a good one.
Look what Gordie
helped me make.
It looks so
delicious, doesn't it?
Do you want the big pie?
No, but what we're going to do
is go back and paint.
Thank you so much for
taking Gordie to the ranch,
Mr Devereaux.
He was over the moon.
Please, call me Gordon.
Gordon.
It was my pleasure.
And thank you for a
wonderful dinner, Mrs Gee.
Would you and Little Gee
be interested in going
to West Edmonton Mall
with us tomorrow?
It's terribly touristy, I know,
but you can't come all this way
and not see it.
It's one of the
biggest in the world.
I'm sure Gordie would love that.
We also have a family friend
flying in tomorrow afternoon
and we'd love for
you to meet him.
Wonderful.
Well, why don't we take Gordie
to the mall while you go get
your friend, and then we'll
all have dinner together?
Are you sure you think
it's a good idea?
It's a great idea.
Any friend of Little Gee's
a friend of ours.
All right, let's go. Come on.
How you doing, Bunny?
Don't eat any of that
Canadian bacon, though.
Okay?
Love you, sweetheart.
Love you too.
Say hi to Claire and Gordie.
I will.
You got everything, dad?
The mini.
You had to bring the mini.
Oh, you don't like the mini?
Psychological, isn't it?
Got room for that?
Oh, you'd be surprised
what I got room for.
Oh, yeah. That too, yeah?
Are You ready for this?
Honestly, Kevin, I don't know.
Could have taken the Land Rover.
Could've had you on the
back of a Triumph too.
I flew with the Canadian
Air Force most of the time,
but late in 1944,
I was seconded to
an RAF squadron. Seconded?
Sent on loan for
about three months.
That's when you flew
on the Bruges raid?
Little Gee, do you have
a swimsuit with you?
How'd you know
about the Bruge raid?
That's what mom's writing about.
Sort of, Bunny, not so
much about the operation,
but about the pilots and
navigators who flew it and what
they're up to now.
Like horseback riding?
Mm-hmm and
building model planes,
and giving medals
to young pilots.
What's that for?
This is the Distinguished
Flying Cross for bravery.
It's from when I
was a pathfinder.
What's a pathfinder?
A pathfinder flies over the
target, ahead of the bombers.
I dropped flares over the
target, very bright lights,
so the bombers
could aim at them.
Were you scared?
Yes.
Often.
Were you sad that you
had to help drop bombs?
I think this look
is about complete.
Would you like to have a look
at yourself, Little Gee?
Yeah, Big Gee.
Well, what do you think?
I wish Grandpa Barlow
could see me like this.
Who?
Granddad Barlow.
Can we take a picture for him?
Is Granddad Barlow
your mom's dad?
Yeah.
You wouldn't happen to know
his first name, would you?
I don't know.
I see.
This Grandpa Barlow, did
you ever meet his mother?
It'd be your great-grandmother.
Yeah, but she died.
Oh, I'm
sorry to hear that.
What was her name?
I don't know.
I called her Nan.
She lived in Nottingham.
Oh no, Mom said not to tell you.
She said it's not
good journalism.
Everybody ready to go?
Little Gee, Why don't you
get out of that uniform
and go put your your shoes on?
Go on.
What's wrong?
What happened?
Gordon?
Ready to go?
I'm almost finished
with your logbook.
What's wrong?
You take Gordie to the mall.
I need to talk some
more with Mrs Summers.
Gordon, what's-
Or should I say Ms. Barlow?
Gordie, Why don't you to
the mall just with Mrs Gee?
I need to talk a little bit
more with Mr Devereaux.
That's right, Gordie.
Go grab your jacket. Okay?
Are you sure it's okay to leave?
Of course. Have fun.
I didn't mean for you...
Sit down.
You're his daughter.
Donald Barlow.
A man who claimed,
he claimed that-
I never intended-
What?
To humiliate me?
To spy on me?
No, I just intended to conduct
the interview and leave.
Oh, you don't expect
me to believe that.
You set this whole thing up.
The project.
The research.
What for?
Money?
You wanted an inheritance?
Is that it?
The project is real.
The magazine I
showed you is real.
I'm researching...
Stop!
Stop. You even dragged the boy
in here to soften me up,
to worm your way...
I told you I would never
use Gordie to get a story.
You primed your son to trap me!
I promise you, Gordie is
innocent in all of this.
Oh, Gordie.
Gordon!
You must think I'm an idiot.
You named the kid after me.
All along, you planned this.
That's not true.
I told you my husband
named him Gordie.
He's named after Gordie Howe.
You don't expect me
to believe that story?
Not after all the
lying that you've done?
Gordie Howe Summers.
If I was going to
make something up,
I would've made it less stupid.
I have never lied to
you, Mr Devereaux.
I only concealed my relation to
you because I know that you want
nothing to do with my family.
But everything else that's
happened over the past few days
has been an honest result of
seeing my son happy and wanting
to keep him that way.
You are my granddaughter?
I am.
But that means that this boy,
Gordie, he is my...
He's your great-grandson.
And you'll exclude him
from any recriminations?
Of course.
Then I'll say goodbye.
Thank you for everything
you've done for Gordie,
but this has been a mistake.
I'll be back in a few
hours to pick up Gordie.
I don't want to ruin his time
here, so when I come back,
we'll be civil.
Agreed?
Thank you for everything
you've done for my son,
and I'm sorry to
have caused you pain.
Claire,
a family friend that
you're going to pick up
from the airport?
My father.
Your son.
But I won't bring him here,
not unless you tell me
that's what you want.
You have my phone number.
The rollercoaster
goes zooming, goes so high...
And then it falls down.
It was so, so...
Big Gee, we went to the slides
and the amusement park and there
was a skating rink and
Mrs Gee bought me a hat!
Why don't you take
everything inside, Gordie?
Has she gone?
Yes.
She'll come get
Gordie when we call?
Yes.
You know that she's
your granddaughter?
You knew?
Of course I knew.
How?
I looked this place up,
Connection Closure.
They only do one thing.
Plus I bribed Gordie.
With what?
Cake.
Like great-grandfather,
like great-grandson.
Stop.
This is private.
From your wife?
Oh, it was before your time.
You can tell me.
I don't want to talk about it.
I didn't know about a child.
And I didn't want
to tell you that I
had been with
someone before you.
Oh, Gordon, this isn't 1945.
Did you love her?
You have to talk to
somebody sometime, Gordon.
I was so terrified.
Night after night.
Searchlights probing.
Flack sliding towards us.
Guns on the ground.
Never knowing if you would be...
When the weather clear,
there'd be a stand down
and everyone I knew
would go to London.
But there were so
many bombed-out homes.
One morning...
She was still holding a doll.
Then I'd get in the plane and
I'd go help do that same thing
to little girls in Germany.
Got to make way for
the bombers, Captain.
Roger that.
Prep munitions.
Roger, Captain.
The next stand down,
I got on a bus.
I'd get out of the city
and run up to Nottingham,
that's where I met Wendy.
And Wendy didn't ask questions.
There were no bombs falling.
I could just forget.
I didn't mean to abandon her.
I don't think of it like that.
And I swear, I didn't
know about the child.
When the war ended, I promised
myself I'd just start over.
I'd just erase the nightmare,
pretend it never happened.
I didn't realize I'd be
erasing other things too.
Oh, Gordon...
have you told Claire
any of this?
No one. Ever.
I think you should.
I think she'd
understand you better.
Might be too late.
Where are you going?
I'll be right back.
It's a mess.
I've made a horrible mess.
He found me out.
Oh, Claire.
I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
It's not.
You came all this way.
I took a risk.
It's all right.
And now I'm in Canada.
Should we do some sightseeing
before we head home?
Yes, absolutely.
We just need to pick up
Gordie on the way home.
Are you sure you should
have left him there?
I know.
I know, but none of us
wanted to ruin his day.
You can stay in the car
so you and Mr Devereaux
don't have to meet.
So close and yet so far.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
Don't be sorry.
It was my decision.
And now, I get to
see my daughter.
It's not that I dislike the
idea of having a great-grandson,
though that does make
me sound a little...
Distinguished?
Old, I was going to say.
But I suppose if one could
choose a great-grandson...
Of course, there's a corollary.
You can't have a great-grandson
without having a son first.
What you going for?
This is your Distinguished
Flying Cross for bravery.
Canada.
Bloody hell.
Dad.
Hello?
Granddad.
Hi, Granddad.
Hello again.
Gordie, how many
sweets did you eat?
All of them?
Well, why don't you do your
granddad a favor and go help
Mrs Devereaux make some tea?
I'm sure he'd love some.
All right.
Hello.
Would you like to come in?
Please.