The child is dead. He breathed just for a moment. Then he breathed no more. The child is dead. Dead. The child is dead. I'm afraid it will kill her. My God, she wanted a baby so much. For such a long time. What can I tell her? What will I say? You could adopt a child. She wanted her own. If I may suggest, it even resembles... Your wife need never know. It would be a blessing to her and to the child. Are there no relatives? None. The mother died, as your own child, in the same moment. You said it could be ours, but... On this night, Mr Thorn, God has given you a son. Here's your boy.