When Harry and Jan arrive in England, Harry's mother Robina has some questions.
- Were you all given a child to take
home as a leaving present?
Is that the traditional way in Poland?
- Jan won't be the only refugee.
Not while Britain stands by
and let the Nazis rampage over Europe.
- Is he Jewish?
- [Harry] Catholic.
- I thought it was the Jews who were in trouble.
Why isn't he Jewish?
- Would you like me to go back and exchange him?
Warsaw is rubble.
All of the children are in danger.
That's why I had to do something.
Even if I just help one.
- You're assuming he's going to stay here, are you?
Surely, nobody is better placed than you
to recognize that I have no maternal instincts whatsoever.
- They send me down to Whitehall tomorrow.
I'll get my next posting there.
I can't think much beyond that, to be honest.
- Why him?
Why this boy?
- I had no idea it would be such a problem
to house a refugee here.
- My problem, Harry, is I know you're lying.
I don't know why and I don't know what about,
but there is the unmistakable scent of a lie.