All language subtitles for 1941 Ladies In Retirement

Ellen?

Yes, Miss Fiske.
Is there any mail for me?

No, just this one letter.

Oh.

No sign of Bates yet?
Not yet.

Oh, dear, I do hope
you won't miss your train.

No, I mustn't.

Oh, Lucy, hurry with that bag.

Just coming, miss.

Oh, Ellen.
About that business

I want you to see to
for me in London.

This is for Mr. Scott
at the bank.

It's about those
Brazilian bonds of mine.

The way the market is this week,
I think they ought to be...

Now, get outside and keep
your eyes open for Bates.

Yes, miss.

And this address
is just off Berkeley Square.

Go to the servant's entrance

and ask for Mr. Blake,
the butler.

Say that you've come
from me with a message

for Lord Kenardington,

and will he give it
to His Lordship privately.

Ellen, you're not
paying attention.

Oh, but I am, Miss Fiske.

What would be
the best time to call?

Let's see. Harry always
used to dine around 8.

You call about half past 7.
Yes, very well.

Oh, you seem upset.
Bad news?

Oh. I don't want to bother you
with my troubles.

Oh. It isn't a question

of bothering me
with your troubles.

Why, you've become
almost like my daughter.

The letter is from my sisters,
Emily and Louisa.

They're very unhappy
back in London without me.

After all,
I've only seen them once

since I came to work
for you, Miss Fiske.

Well, you'll see them today, and
everything will be all right.

Oh, Miss Fiske.
Bates is coming.

Well, tell him to hurry himself.

My kindest regards
to your sisters, Ellen.

Thank you, Miss Fiske.

I... I've written them
so much about you.

How kind you've been.

Oh, stuff and nonsense.

I'm fond of you.
You shouldn't...

Ooh, that was a juicy one.
Mm.

Perhaps you...
You might allow them down

for a little visit one day?

Oh, dear,
look what the damp's done.

Why, certainly, yes.
By all means. At any time.

You know, Lucy polished this
table all yesterday afternoon.

Miss Fiske.

Yes?

It's occurred to me that...

Since they've been
so wretched lately,

and you said you might
allow them down for a visit...

Oh, that.
Yes, indeed. You tell them.

Perhaps in the spring
when it's warm and sunny.

Well, what I was going
to ask was...

might I bring them back
with me this time? Now?

Well, now, Ellen...
They won't be a bother.

I promise, Miss Fiske.

And it'll mean so much to them.

Very well, my dear. You bring
them with you by all means.

For a day or two.
Oh, thank you, Miss Fiske.

I can't tell you
how grateful I am.

Well, don't try, my dear.

He's here, miss.

About time,
the good-for-nothing.

Ellen, have you got everything?
Yes, Miss Fiske.

Good morning, ma'am.

You might have been more prompt.

What on earth made you so late?

You can't go galloping
over the roads

with a lady
in her delicate condition.

She's going
to throw a calf, she be.

And I'm taking her
to the vet's, I am.

Kindly try and arrange for her
not to throw any calves

till you get Miss Ellen
safely to the station.

Calves don't come
by timetable, lady.

Well, trains do.

Yes, ma'am.
Goodbye, Miss Fiske.

- Goodbye, Ellen.
- Goodbye, Miss Ellen.

Goodbye, Lucy.

Don't forget the allowance
from you-know-who.

No, I shan't.

Goodbye.

Lucy!
Yes, miss.

Oh. All right now,

there's a day's work to be done.

Oh, this is nice.
This is very, very nice.

What's that
you've got there, miss?

Oh, the score
of a new comic opera.

It's all the rage in London.

The "Mick-a-doo."

Mikado.
Oh.

I used to tour the provinces
with the gentleman

who sent it to me.
Look, he's signed it for me.

Rutland Barrington.

"For my adored Leonora
with fond memories of..."

Yes, well,
never mind about that.

Get out and do the dishes.
Yes, ma'am.

Go on. Don't stop.
Who are you?

What are you doing here?
Listening.

Very nice too.

What do you want?

Ask me in and I'll tell you.

Very well, young man,
you may come in.

But mind your manners.

All right, miss.

Isn't this
where Miss Ellen Creed lives?

Yes, she lives here.

What do you wish
to see her about?

It's a personal matter.

She's my aunt.
I'm Albert Feather.

Your aunt?
Honor bright.

Her mother was my stepfather's
uncle's second wife.

And where do you come from?
Gravesend.

I, uh... I work in a bank there.

Well, that's a very long walk.

Hadn't you better sit down?
Thank you.

I'm afraid
it's all been for nothing.

Your Aunt Ellen's gone to
London on some business for me.

How long will she be away?

Oh, a few days.
A few...

Blimey. That'll be too late.

Well, is there
anything I can do?

I'm Miss Fiske.
Your aunt's been working here

as a sort
of housekeeper/companion.

I didn't know. I haven't
seen her for five years.

Well, can I help?

I wonder.
Oh, what's the trouble?

Or is it trouble?

It's trouble
right enough. I, uh...

I hardly like to tell you.
Oh, I see.

What's the amount?

Twelve pounds.

How much?
Twelve pounds.

Oh, my goodness.
That is a lot of money.

What's worse,
I've gotta have it by tonight.

I'm short at the bank. It means
jail if I can't put it back

before the cashier checks up.

Gambling?
No. A girl.

Oh. Are you engaged to her?

No. She's an actress.
Oh.

She was in a traveling
company in Gravesend.

What? At the old Grand?

You know it?
Why, I played there.

Years ago, of course.

Oh, you were an actress?

Front row of the chorus.

Fourth from the right.

She was in the chorus too.

Ah, I expect
you took her out to supper

and then she persuaded you
to go round the shops with her.

How did you know?

Imagination, my boy.

She's over the hills now
to some other town.

And with some other fool,
the little cheat.

Oh.

Oh, don't you worry
any more about it.

I'll give you the 12 pounds.

You will?

Perhaps I owe it to you,
in a sense.

Or to some other fool.

Ah, you're a lifesaver.

Now, you wait here. I'll just
run upstairs and get my keys.

Pity there aren't more like you.

Well, that, my lad,
is a matter of opinion.

Do you mind
if I tickle on your ivories?

No, do.
Thank you.

Hello.
Oh, you did scare me.

I thought I was hearing things.

You were.
Oh, but I mean...

A man's voice.

So funny here.

Doesn't the tide wash up
many male fish, my angel?

No. A man is as scarce
as hansom cabs in these parts.

That is, all but the old ones.

The young ones go off to London
or some foreign parts

as soon as they can.

Are you going off
to foreign parts?

It depends.

Depends? On what?

If anyone ever asks me.

I shouldn't think
with eyes like them

there'd be any difficulty.

Oh, go on.

What's your name?
Lucy.

What's yours?
Albert. I'm Miss Creed's nephew.

Funny.
I never heard about you.

Oh, that must be remedied.

How about making the most
of a male fish

now one's been washed up?
What about a smacker?

No, you mustn't.

I don't know you.

You don't have to know people
to kiss them.

I do.

All right, my girl,
it's your loss.

You think a lot
of yourself, don't you?

Has Lucy been
entertaining you, Albert?

Eh?

Oh, she came in.
We had a word or two.

Nice looker, isn't she?

I, uh... I didn't notice.

Oh, come now, Albert.

Don't lose your sense of humor.

Hope you're not one
of those people

who won't benefit
from experience.

Otherwise my 12 pounds
will be rather wasted, won't it?

Don't you worry, Miss Fiske.
I've had my lesson.

I hope so.

Now, this is where we keep
our little hoard.

It's an old bake oven really.

A proper tomb, isn't it?

Yes.
What's that?

This is what they used
to pull the loaves out with.

Of course, we don't
use it as a bake oven.

Hasn't been used in years.

Now then,
12 pounds, I think you said.

I, uh... I suppose
you couldn't make it 15?

No, I couldn't.
No, you couldn't.

Do I give you an IOU?
No, thank you.

This isn't a loan.

I shouldn't like you
to incur the remorse

of not paying it back.

You're a daisy.

Oh. Very prettily done, Albert.

Ooh!

Now, let's forget all about it.

If you'd come next week,
you'd have found

three of your aunts here.

Ellen's bringing her sisters
back from London.

What, the potty ones?
Potty?

Queer as mice in a cage.
Oh, uh, they're quite harmless.

Especially when Ellen's around.
Well, that's a comfort.

They're coming to stay here
for a few days.

They seem to mean quite
a great deal to your Aunt Ellen.

Oh, they would.

She's looked after them
since she was a kid.

Watched over them
like they were a couple

of perishing babes in arms.

I think that's
very commendable of her.

Perhaps, but, uh, think
of all the fun she's missing.

What, for example?

You know.

I see.

Well, I've gotta be
toddling along.

I'll pay you back
as soon as I can.

Oh, uh, I'd appreciate it
if you didn't mention

our transaction to Aunt Ellen.
Very well. If you like.

How about what's-her-name?
Lucy?

Yeah.
She won't say anything.

I'll take care of that.
Thanks.

So long, my lady.
And again, from the heart,

I'll never forget
your kindness as long as I live.

I hope you live
a great deal longer than that.

Isn't it funny, Ellen?

You can't see the wind
and you can't touch it.

But it's there.

I think you'd better
have this round you.

It's getting quite chilly.

Listen. What's that?

Those are the priory bells
from over the marshes.

Oh. I shan't like that.

She hates bells.

Especially church bells.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

Aren't the marshes pretty?

The grass is
too long and untidy.

If I had a knife
and a bit of string,

I'd cut it
and tie it up in bundles.

Are there any sheep here
in the marshes?

Yes, miss.
I think sheep are so clever

to chew their cud
the way they do.

It's very difficult.

I've tried.

You ought to be a sailor, miss.

They're always chewing tobacco.

The man I was to marry
was a sailor.

He gave me this.

It's all I have
to remember him by.

He was wrecked at sea.

They were all drowned.

Must have been a bit
of sadness for you.

Oh, no. I've quite forgotten
what he looked like.

I saw a drowned man once.

They took him out
of the Thames. He was green.

Frogs.

There must be lots of frogs.

We used to have such fun
with them at home.

We used to put them
on the dining room table

and make them jump
in the marmalade pot.

Oh, look.
There's a bird's nest.

So there is.
It must be last summer's.

I should like to have that.

Bates, stop, please, will you?

Oh. I have it.

Look. Isn't it beautiful?

Oh, dear, it's all cobwebby.

And it has a horrid smell.
It mustn't be wasted.

I shall save it till next year
and then I'll put it back again.

Who knows
where we'll be next year?

Well, not in London anyway.

You promised that.

Yes, I promised that.

Look.

Louisa, how did that happen?

She did it.
Who?

That woman in London.

She didn't give us
enough food either.

"Discipline", she said.

Louisa used to cry all night.

I didn't.
She couldn't discipline me.

We'll be all right here, though,
won't we, with Miss Fiske?

She won't beat us.

No, darling, she won't beat you.

No one will again, ever.

Now, remember
what I told you both.

You're not to talk too much.

Wait until Miss Fiske
gets to know you better.

How can she get to know
us better if we don't talk?

Come along, dear.

Bates, get the luggage.
Yes, ma'am.

Why, they look harmless.
What, miss?

Never mind.
Go put the kettle on.

Yes, miss.

Well, here we are.
I'm glad.

Miss Fiske, my sister Emily,
my sister Louisa.

How do you do, Emily?
We're very glad to be here.

Louisa.
I don't like people to touch me.

I'm afraid Miss Fiske
will think you're very rude.

They're rather tired,
poor dears.

I never get tired.

I sometimes walk
about the house all night.

Do you indeed?

No, of course
she doesn't, Miss Fiske.

Oh, what beautiful furniture.

Just like we used to have
before we lost all our money.

Some of these
areour things, dear.

Miss Fiske bought them
at my curio shop.

I want my tea.

Emily, see.

Here's the Grand Cham himself.

Remember when Father
bought him for us?

I wonder if his head still nods.

Ding-dong, ding-dong,
ding-dong...

Louisa, dear.
Bates, be careful.

- You'll scratch the furniture.
- Very good, ma'am.

I must say, you've brought
enough luggage with you.

We've brought everything.
Everything?

We had to.
Why?

Well, when they sent
for the police...

Now, my dears, all this can't
possibly interest Miss Fiske.

We'd better go up
and rest before tea.

Whatever you say, Ellen.
Come along, Emily.

That smelly train
was very dirty.

She's always fussing
about the dirt.

I hope you keep things
tidy here.

Cleanliness is next
to godliness. Don't you agree?

Well, I'm quite clean,
I believe.

But I don't know
that I'm particularly godly.

Oh, I thought you were a Roman.
Isn't that yours?

Miss Fiske is a Roman, dear.
And a very devoted one.

Come along, Louisa, Emily.

Father didn't approve of Romans.

And neither do I.

Oh, I expect
it's one of those boobies.

Miss Emily was drawing
cat's faces on brown paper

all yesterday afternoon
when you were out.

I can't stand it.
I can't stand it.

My lovely paisley shawl.
It's ruined.

Better get some vinegar,
see if you can do something

about this spot.
Yes, miss.

I'm utterly exhausted
clearing up after their messes.

I don't wonder, miss. So am I.

And you should see
their bedroom.

It's like a goat's pen.
I know it, I know it.

If it isn't one thing,
it's another.

For the last six weeks,
I might as well have been living

in the middle
of Piccadilly Circus.

My heart won't stand it.

Go and get me my smelling salts.

Where are they, miss?

In the usual place, of course.

Nothing's in the usual place
these days.

Oh.

Well, then get me
a cold compress.

I'm going to lie down
and take a nap while I can.

Yes, miss.

Miss Fiske.

Yes, what is it? What is it?

Will they be staying
much longer?

They'll have my invitation
to go this evening.

Oh, dear, I wonder
where Emily's gone to.

She ought to be back by now.

I can't see her anywhere.

I wish I were brave like Emily.

I should like to take
long walks too.

And pick up things.

Perhaps I shall be able to
after we've stayed here longer.

I'm sure you will, dear.

I shall be staying here,
shan't I?

You're not planning
to send us away?

Are you, Ellen?

No, dear. Of course I'm not.

This is what
you've always promised us.

A little place in the country
where we can always be safe.

Yes. It's the one thing
I've been working for.

Ever since we had to give up
the old house.

Naturally, Estuary House
could never be like that.

But it's nice enough.

Yes, and Miss Fiske
has been very kind to us.

Miss Fiske.

May I tell you something, Ellen?

Just one of my secrets?

Of course you may.

I don't like Miss Fiske.

Couldn't we send her away?

Then it would really be
just the three of us.

But I keep telling you, Louisa.
It's her house.

Oh, no. You'll never
make me believe that.

All our lovely things are there.

We'll never have
to go away, will we?

No, darling. I promised you.

Never.

I think Miss Fiske
wants us to go.

Both of us.

Well, I'm sure I can
persuade her to let you stay.

Oh, dear, I do wish
Emily would come.

Maybe we'd better get along home
in case she's waiting there.

Come along, dear. I don't want
her upsetting Miss Fiske again.

She can be very tactless.

Here, girl, take this.

Thanks a lot.
What are we to do with it?

Put it in the woodshed,
where it belongs.

The woodshed's full,
and I won't have you

cluttering up
my kitchen with it.

Very well then.

Oh, dear.

Oh, what is it now? What is it?

Wait till Miss Fiske sees this!

Oh, what's the matter now?
Oh, my goodness, more wood?

Yes. Miss Emily dumped it.

Oh, never mind.
You get out of here.

I got a nice lot today.
What are you thinking of,

making a mess all over my floor?
That girl wouldn't let me

put it in the kitchen.
She's right.

I told you
to stop bringing in wood.

We've more than enough.
I must tidy up the river banks.

I hate waste.
And I hate litter.

Clear it away immediately.

I won't be ordered to do things!
Oh.

Oh, this is too much!
My best polished table.

Look how these shells
have scratched it.

What's this?
Wet seaweed and a horrid...

dead bird. Oh!
Leave my bird alone!

And my shells!
They're my treasures.

We don't understand
expensive things.

It's so long since we had any.

I know it's very simple of me,
but I am simple.

Emily. What's wrong?

I hate her. She threw
my bird into the fireplace.

Emily, control yourself.

Look what she's done
with her shells.

It'll take a month's hard
polishing to put this right.

I'm sorry. I'll put it right.

Oh, no, Ellen, you shan't.
I'll do it. Let me do it.

I'll polish it every day,
all through the winter.

Well, that's sweet of you,
but I don't think you'll be here

through the winter.
But we shall. Ellen said so.

You're mistaken.
I said nothing of the kind.

But you did. You promised.
Louisa, will you be quiet.

Oh, my heavens,

this is the last straw.

You'll drive me
as crazy as yourselves.

Oh, Ellen!

Miss Fiske.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to say that,

but I've had about
as much as I can endure.

Emily, take Louisa upstairs.

You must stop
your crying, Louisa.

There's nothing to cry about.

Well, do you hear?

Go upstairs, both of you.

And close the door behind you.

That was a cruel thing to say.

But it's true.

One with her telescope,

and the other with her mania
for collecting things.

They are insane, both of them.

Please don't use
that word again.

Emily was right.

But then people
who have all they want

never seem to understand
how much the smallest things

mean to those who haven't.
Oh, really?

I don't think
this calls for a sermon.

I've been more than generous
to you and your sisters.

People have always been
generous to you.

My sisters and I have never had
any friends to send us money.

That's hardly my fault, is it?
No.

But don't you ever feel
you have a responsibility

to those
less fortunate than you?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Life hasn't been
very kind to us, Miss Fiske.

Every penny we've ever had,
I've had to work for.

Every penny! But at least
we have our self-respect.

How dare you?

How dare you criticize my life?

Do you think I don't envy women
who have respectability,

who have families,
who aren't just forgotten

and pensioned off when they've
lost their stock-in-trade?

You can't blame me
for fighting for my family.

It's admirable,
but it's your family, not mine.

And let me tell you this.
Your sisters, insane or not,

have overstayed their welcome.

I invite them for two days,
they've stayed six weeks.

Or perhaps you were planning
to keep them here forever?

Well, I... I had thought that...

That I might pay something out
of my wages toward their keep.

Ellen, you're a hypocrite.
You're worse. You're a cheat.

You meant to foist
your wretched brood on me

and bleed me white.

When I saw
through your little scheme,

you had the insolence
to turn on me and abuse me.

But you've chosen
the wrong woman.

Get those sisters of yours
out of this house at once!

And take a month's wages
and go with them!

Miss Fiske!

Ellen? Why aren't you in bed?

Why are you prowling about
at this hour?

Miss Fiske, may I come in?

I must talk with you, please.

Well, mind your tongue.
We don't want any more

of this afternoon's
unpleasantness.

I'm sorry about that.
I was wrong.

I shouldn't have spoken
to you as I did.

No, you shouldn't.

Miss Fiske. Do you remember
the letter that arrived

the day I went away to London?

Yes. What about it?
It was from their landlady.

Emily and Louisa had... Well,
had been a little difficult.

She'd sent for the police.
Huh?

They were going to be
put away in an institution.

The landlady was quite right.
That's where they belong.

But, Miss Fiske, you don't
understand. They're my sisters.

You don't know what
I've gone through for them.

They've no one else in the world
to turn to but me.

I pleaded with the police
to release them.

They agreed on one condition,

that they were to remain
in my personal care.

That I was to be
responsible for them.

And if there were
any more complaints,

that they were
to be put away forever.

That's why I can't
send them away.

Well, all this devotion
is very admirable, Ellen.

But I fail to see how I can help
in any way at all.

Oh, but you can.
You can, Miss Fiske.

I thought perhaps they might
use the attic upstairs.

They could stay there
where you'll never see them,

use the back stairs
when they come in and out.

Ellen, what are you
talking about?

Oh, I promise
they'll never come near you.

You'll never know
they're in the house.

I'll look after them myself.
I'll cook their meals for them.

Oh, I promise
they won't be any more trouble.

Miss Fiske, they must
be with me, they must.

I'll pay for their keep.
I'll work for nothing.

Please. Oh, please, Miss Fiske.

Ellen, have you quite
gone out of your mind?

You must be blind
if you can't realize

they'd always be getting
in my way.

You pack them off tomorrow.
Won't you...?

No, Ellen, my mind is made up.

If you want to,
you can stay here a few days

until you've found
another situation.

Now, run along to bed.

And make certain
they leave tomorrow.

You wouldn't want me

to be sending
for the police, would you?

Good night, Ellen.
I'm tired.

Good night.

But you told her
you were going to send us away.

I'm not going to send you away.

We heard you.
We were listening.

Isn't she terrible, Ellen?

She's wicked.

I'm not going to send you away.

Never.

If you're not
gonna send us away,

what are you going to do?

I don't know.

I must think.

I've always wanted
to explore an old castle.

Will it have a dungeon,
do you think?

They all have dungeons.
With bats.

Oh, no, dear.
Bats are in belfries.

Well, there's sure
to be secret passageways

and places where
they used to hide things.

Like that.

Yes. I'm sure Miss Fiske
has lots of exciting things

hidden in there.
Her jewels, I'm sure.

I've looked in all her boxes

and haven't been able
to find them.

Are you both ready?

Oh, yes. Quite.

I managed to pack all
the lunch into one bag.

Mine.

Come here and sit down.

I want to talk to you both.

Now, I haven't told you
the real reason

why you're being
sent away for the day.

The truth is I want
to be entirely alone

with Miss Fiske for a few hours.

Is that why
you got rid of Lucy too?

I didn't get rid of Lucy.
She had a toothache.

Oh, Ellen, dear,
you know that's not true.

She didn't want to go at all.
I said, she had a toothache.

Now, listen.

Last night,
while you were both asleep,

I had a long talk
with Miss Fiske.

She's tired of the marshes
and wants to travel for a bit.

I've persuaded her
to sell this house to me.

Oh, not really, Ellen?

We haven't discussed price yet.

That's why
I must be alone with her

so we can talk
with nothing to distract us.

She may want more
than you're prepared to pay.

Oh, I'm prepared to pay
quite a big price, Emily.

Oh, lovely, lovely, lovely.

Oh, Emily, aren't you excited?

Shh. Louisa, be quiet.

Now, there's one more thing.

The most important.

You see this Bible, both of you?

Well, I want you to swear on it,

by Father's memory,
that you'll never repeat a word

of my buying this house
as long as you live.

What do I say?

Just say, "I swear."

Oh. I swear.
You too, Emily.

I won't swear on the Bible.
It's wicked.

If you don't,
I shan't buy the house

and I'll send you both
back to London.

Oh, Emily, be sensible.

I don't like
being made to do things.

I promise.

Now, remember,

that's a sacred oath.

Here's Bates.

Hurry now.
There's no time to waste.

Drive slowly, Bates.

Please don't let them get cold.

Take your time. I shan't be
expecting you back before dusk.

Very good, ma'am.

Goodbye, Ellen.
I wish you could come.

I wish you were coming too.

Goodbye, Ellen.
Goodbye.

Goodbye, dears.
Have a good time.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm out of practice.

Ooh!

To dear Louisa and dear Emily.

May we never meet again.

Ooh, that's so good.

May we come in?
Yes.

I'd like to speak to Miss Ellen.

Unless Miss Fiske is back?

No, she's still away.
I'll fetch Ellen.

We're making jam.

Good evening.

It isn't a very good one, is it?

No, as a matter of fact,
it's not. Cats and dogs.

Good evening, Sisters. I'm sorry
to have kept you waiting.

We were putting up quince jam.
Please don't apologize.

I'm afraid we've come
on a begging errand.

Our supply of oil
hasn't arrived from Rochester.

And the Reverend Mother wondered

if we might borrow a can
for over Sunday?

Why, of course. Lucy.

Yes, miss?

Run out to the shed

and bring in a can of paraffin.

Yes, Miss Ellen.

Won't you sit down, Sisters?

Hey, psst.

You again.

Bad pennies always turn up.

What you doing here,
hanging about with the storm?

I've business inside. Wanted to
make sure the coast was clear.

What business?
Listen, ducky,

is Miss Fiske about?
No, she's away.

And my Aunt Ellen?
She's here right enough.

And them two crazy sisters
of hers.

Does she know
I've been here before?

No. Mistress said not to say.
Good. Get on with your work.

I'll come in the front door
like a proper gentleman.

Remember,
we don't know each other.

Not that we shan't...

later.
I'm very particular who I know.

For a moment,
when I saw the candles burning,

I thought Miss Fiske was back.

Ellen's taken to lighting them.

She thinks Miss Fiske
would like her to.

She says
it keeps her memory burning.

Oh, when are you
expecting her back?

Well, I really
couldn't say, Sister.

She hasn't written
for over a fortnight.

We were so surprised
to learn she'd gone.

She hadn't mentioned
she was planning a journey.

No. It was quite unexpected.

She had a letter from some old
friends inviting her on a trip.

And as they were sailing
the very next morning...

Reverend Mother's been
wondering about the rent.

From the little three-acre field
we hire from Miss Fiske.

Well, I'm managing
all her affairs

while she's away, Sister.
If you send it to me,

I will forward it
when I get her next address.

Here, Miss Ellen.

Good evening, Sisters.
Thank you. Oh!

That seems heavy.
Run along with the Sisters,

give them a hand.
That's very kind of you.

We've been bother enough.

I'll be glad to go.
I'll get my cloak.

I think you're so brave
going out into the dark. I...

I hate the dark.

It frightens me.

It shouldn't, my dear.

Don't you believe
we're watched over?

Oh, yes, but I'm never
quite sure who's watching us.

I'm quite ready.

Well, we'd better be going.

Good night
and thank you very much.

Good night, Sisters.
Good night.

There, dear, you carry the oil,

and I'll hold the umbrella
over us both.

Good night again.
Good night.

Good night.

Well, I must get back
to the jam.

Ellen was unusually nice
to Sister Theresa, wasn't she?

They were quite chatty together.
Louisa.

Yes?
I think Ellen's changing.

I hope she's not going to get in
league with the nuns against us.

Oh, Ellen would never do that.

She's taken
to lighting those candles.

I think I'll blow them out.

Ellen wouldn't like that.

Why should she have
everything her own way?

Emily.

What have you done?

Something I wanted to do.

Louisa! Answer the door, dear.

Sister Theresa's
probably forgotten something.

All right. Don't yell like that.
I won't eat you.

Who are you?

And what do you want?

Dear Aunt Ellen.

After all these years, heh.

What a family reunion. I'm
Albert. Don't you remember me?

Albert. Ha-ha!

Of course. Rose's boy.

That's right.
So it is.

Fancy Albert being here.

Where on earth
did you come from?

Gravesend. On a duck's back.

It is Albert right enough.
Always saying funny things.

He's soaked through.
Yes, so I see.

Don't stand there
dripping all over my rug.

Get along to the kitchen fire.

Ah, that's more like
my loving auntie.

My very distant auntie.

Oh! Now we'll have fun
with Albert here.

I'll go and fetch him
a dressing gown.

And I'll get him a towel
so he can dry himself.

Blimey, if that don't
half make me mouth water.

Some tasty grub
and something warm

to chase it down the hatchway.
Ha-ha, that's what I need.

Albert, tell me.
Why have you come here?

That can wait
till I'm dry outside

and not so dry in.
Here you are, Albert.

Thanks, me old cup of tea.

Emily, slice off some beef

and put out
the bread and cheese.

Pint of half-and-half would
be the proper ticket with that.

This isn't a tavern, Albert.

Well, then
how about a spot of brandy

to take the damp
out of me throat.

Not sure there's any left
in the decanter.

We have some in the cellar.
Oh, a cellar, eh?

Your Ladyship,
allow me to lead you to it.

No. I'll go myself.

Make way for the duchess.

Blimey. The view from here
is the best on the marshes.

I say, auntie,
is this all yours?

No, of course not.

It belongs to the woman
I work for, Miss Fiske.

Where is she, might I ask?

Away.

Five years, auntie old girl.

What of it?
You've changed.

You've not.

The same big blue eyes, though.

You're still Lady Touch-Me-Not.

Let go of me. I'm in
no mood for your foolishness.

From the way you seem
to be all keyed up,

a little of my foolishness
just might do you no harm.

Here's your food, Albert.

Run up to bed, both of you.
I want to talk with Albert.

But we don't want to go to bed.

No, we want to stay
and talk to Albert.

Go on, do as Aunt Ellen says.

Toddle off to bye-bye
like good girls.

Here, wait.
One sip to wet your whistles.

It'll make you sleep tight.
Sleep tight!

Oh, Albert, you are silly.

I don't think
they'd better, Albert.

What's the harm? You don't
have a long-lost nephew

every night in the week.

Fetch some glasses, Emily.

Very well, but not too much.

Just a teeny thimbleful
for me, Albert.

How about you, Aunt Ellen?

Nothing for me, thank you.

Now, then, my Siamese twins,
what about a toast, eh?

I don't know any.

In that case,
here's to absent friends.

Absent friends.

Ellen, I suppose
we should think of Miss Fiske.

Who put out those candles?

What candles?

Oh, those.

It must have been the wind.

Good night, Albert.

Good night, my lady.

Good night, Albert.

Good night.

It wasn't the wind, Ellen.

I say, auntie, you've not
turned Roman, have you?

I do this for a friend.

Now, Albert, stop
all this "auntie" nonsense

and let's get down to cases.

Why have you come here,
and what do you want?

Well, auntie... I mean, Ellen.

To cut it fine, I'm taking
a compulsory holiday

from the bank in Gravesend
where I've been working.

You've lost your job.
I've given it up.

You haven't done
anything wrong, have you?

I sort of helped myself
to a little salary

I wasn't entitled to.

You mean you've stolen money.

This is rattling good brandy.

Answer me, Albert.

You've got it.

How much?

A small matter
of a hundred pounds.

I see.

You want me
to give you the hundred pounds

so you can put it back?
Afraid it's too late for that.

They found out, the police.
The police?

A friend passed me
the tip they were coming,

so I... Heh, I took French leave.

But they'll follow you.
They'll come here.

Ha-ha, don't worry.

No one knows I've got relations
out here on the marshes.

I'll be safe here
for a lifetime.

You're not gonna
stay here for a lifetime.

But surely
you don't mind me staying

for a little while, do you,
till it all blows over?

Then what do you propose to do?
Clear out of the country.

America, Australia.
Any old where.

I'm, uh... I'm counting
on you to help me.

I need money for my passage.

I'm... I'm stony.

It won't cost much. Steerage.

I don't see why I should concern
myself with your affairs.

I'll land in prison
if you don't.

Oh, you're not the sort
to turn anybody down

who needed your help.

You wouldn't fail
your own flesh and blood.

I'm no flesh and blood
of yours, Albert.

Won't you give me
a chance to start again?

I promise. Cross my heart. I'll
never do anything wrong again

for the rest of me natural.
Oh, let me go.

Very well. I'll do it.

Bless you, Ellen.

You're a daisy, you are.

We'll talk about it
in the morning.

You sleep on the sofa tonight.
I don't mind where I sleep.

But mind you, you can
only stay until I've had time

to arrange passage on the boat.
Anything you say.

What's that?
That's just the maid.

She's been out on an errand.

Lucy?
Yes, miss?

There'll be a gentleman
staying the night.

A gentleman sta...?

A relation.
He'll sleep in here.

Go and change your wet clothes
before you start sneezing.

Yes, miss. Good night.

Good night.
Good night, uh...

Lucy, isn't it?

Yes. Lucy.

Ah, I fancy that's all
for tonight, Aunt Ellen.

I'll just have a weed
before I turn in.

The last of the wreck.

You seem to be taking this
all very lightly, Albert.

You have told me the worst,
haven't you?

I mean,
there isn't anything else?

What else?

There are worse things
than stealing.

As for instance?

Heh. Oh, no,
there's no blood on my hands.

Putting people out
calls for real nerve, you know.

Yes.

Good night, Albert.

Nighty night.

Did you enjoy
the sermon, Mr. Bates?

Mighty powerful, miss.

Yes, it was, wasn't it?

But there was a lot of it
I didn't understand.

Uh-huh.
That part that went...

How was it?

"The wicked flee

when no man pursueth."

But... But...

"The righteous are
as bold as a lion."

Well!

What do you think you're doing?

Well, I was fooling around
with this padlock last night,

and it came off.
Oh, you shouldn't have.

That's where Miss Fiske
keeps her valuables.

How does she get at them?
With a pickax? Look.

Well, I never!

All bricked up.

I wonder when that was done.

It wasn't that way
the last time I was here.

So you've had your nose
in there before, have you?

Funny what nasty thoughts
people have sometimes.

Funny how they're right
sometimes, isn't it?

I wonder why anyone would wanna
brick up a place like that.

Ooh. Maybe Miss Fiske
put her jewels in there

before she went away.

You know, not wanting
to take any chances

leaving them about,
even with your Aunt Ellen.

If there are
any sparklers in there,

I wouldn't mind having a peep.
I'm sure you wouldn't.

And neither would you,
I dare say.

In fact,
I'm sure you'd like the feel

of some
around your swanlike neck.

A pretty pink ear like that
calls for diamonds.

A wandering hand like yours
calls for a slap in the face.

It's wicked to slap
a man's face on a Sunday.

The better the day,
the better the deed.

Well, that leaves
my conscience clear.

I'll scream.

What's that?

What do you think I'm made of?

Sugar and spice.

And everything nice.

Blimey, you're strong.

It's a wig. Whose is it?

It's Miss Fiske's.

Oh, it's her best one.

She's as bald as a coot.
Oh.

Odd she didn't take it with her.

Hello.
Ah.

She left a lot
of her fancy dresses too.

Perhaps she's gonna buy
new ones up in London.

These arenew. Most of them.

You'd better put that back up.
All right.

Okay, get on this chair.

You know, it is odd
she only took one wig.

On a trip,
anything might happen.

A fire or a gust of wind...

Psst. Here's that Emily
coming up the path.

You'd better be off.

Hello, me old cup of tea!

What are you doing with
bulrushes? Looking for Moses?

You are making fun of me.
Naughty boy.

Hello, ducky.

I'm glad you're back
before the others.

Isn't often I have
a chance for a tête-à-tête

with the family's fairest.
You're never serious

about anything, Albert.

I was never more serious
in me life.

The storm did
an enormous amount of damage.

Roads into Rochester
and Gravesend

were completely flooded.

The postman told me.

I hope they stay that way.

Allow me, empress.

There's only one letter today.

It's for Miss Fiske.
Oh, is it?

It's a cozy nest you got here.

What's gonna happen to you
when Miss Fiske gets back?

Will she let you stay on,
do you think?

She isn't coming back.

Oh? Why not?

Ellen's bought the house.

Eh?

Ah, go on.
Oh, yes. It's quite true.

It's a secret, though.

Ellen made us swear on the Bible

that we wouldn't tell anyone.

But you're one of the family,
so it's all right.

Why should she wanna
keep it a secret, eh?

I don't know. It was
done in a great hurry.

Louisa and I were
sent off to Rochester.

When we came back that night,
Miss Fiske was gone

and it was all over.
Oh, dear.

You won't tell Ellen
I told you, will you, Albert?

No.

We'll make that
our little secret, shall we?

All right. Heh-heh.

It'll be rather fun,
having a secret from Ellen.

She thinks she's the clever one,
but she isn't.

Not always.

No.

Not always.

Albert.
What?

Good morning.

May we come in?

Who's that?

A couple of nuns
from the priory.

You talk to them, Albert.

I've got to tidy up the orchard.

Oh.

I didn't know there was
a young man staying here.

Is Miss Ellen about?

I'm sorry, she's gone
over to church at Cooling.

I'm her nephew. Can I help you?
We came to return this.

She lent us a little oil
last night. We ran short.

Thanks.
Oh, yes, and this.

It's the rent
for the little field.

Your aunt will understand.
I'll give it to her.

We're so looking forward
to Miss Fiske's return.

She's a dear friend of ours.

Oh, heh-heh.

Have you, uh...
Have you heard from her lately?

No, not a word.

I think the Reverend Mother
is a trifle hurt

she hasn't written.
In fact,

she didn't even tell us
she was going away.

Not very chummy, was it?

No, it wasn't.

Well, good morning.

Morning.
Good morning.

Now what you up to?

Fetch me a knife, ducky.

What's that?
A letter for Miss Fiske.

You're not going to open it?
Oh, no. Wouldn't think of it.

What's it say?

"Dear madam,
regarding your instructions

to forward the amount
of the enclosed check

in 5-pound notes,

your signature appears to differ

from that with which
we are acquainted.

We shall be obliged
if you could kindly confirm same

by signing it afresh
in your usual manner."

Whew, 50 pounds.

Here. Notice the date.

October 14th.

That's three days ago.

She's been gone
longer than that.

Since the beginning
of September.

She probably made it out
from wherever she is.

Yes, she could have.
Hey, wait a minute.

In that case, why did they send
the reply to her here?

Do you see
who it's made payable to?

Ellen Creed.

What of it? I expect
it's the housekeeping money.

Maybe.

Where's the glue pot?
Over there.

Well, get it for me.

Dip your finger in it.
I should say not.

I've had no hand in this.

Haven't you?

You are a filthy pig.
Now, go on, seal it up.

Go on.

Now you're in this
as deep as I am now.

I wish you'd never come here.

I don't know what comes over me
when you're around.

You won't give me away
to Miss Ellen?

I won't
if you keep your mouth shut.

Here come the performing seals.

Not a word, mind you.

Albert!
Hello, aunts. Had a nice pray?

You should have been
at church, Albert.

The minister told us
all about hell.

You'd have enjoyed the part
about the lost souls

sizzling in the bottomless pit.
Would I, now? Ugh!

Sounds frightening.

Ellen, where is hell?

Hell is like
the kingdom of heaven.

It's within.

That reminds me.

One of your
religious friends was here.

She, uh... She left you this.

It's the rent
for some field or other.

She didn't see you?
I couldn't avoid it.

That was Sister Theresa.

She's Miss Fiske's friend.

She doesn't like us
any more than Miss Fiske did.

Oh, didn't Miss Fiske like you?
Oh, she was horrid to us.

Run upstairs
and change your dress.

You won't wanna sit about
in your best all day.

No, I shan't, shall I?

No, of course not.

Albert.
Hmm?

I don't want you
to mention Miss Fiske again

in front of my sisters.
They quarreled with her.

And it upsets them very much
to talk about her.

I'm sorry. Nobody told me.

What did you quarrel about?

I didn't say
Iquarreled with her.

Would she be the friend

you were lighting
those candles for last night?

Yes.

When did she die?

Die?

Who said anything
about her being dead?

Well, I just assumed she was.

You don't light candles
for the living. Do you?

I don't know.

I just thought
they stood for prayer.

I must find Emily.

By the way, the postman gave
over a letter for Miss Fiske.

From her bank, I believe.

Give it to me.

I'm managing all her affairs
while she's away.

Anything important?

Yes, rather.

I must get an answer
in the post immediately.

Stylish-looking piano
you've got here.

Don't distract me, Albert.
I must concentrate.

I'm sorry.
Don't mind me, auntie.

I say, you are up-to-date.

I didn't expect to find
a copy of The Mikado

way out here on the marshes.

Don't do that.

I'm sorry. I... I didn't
mean to distract you.

It's just that I happen
to dislike that particular tune.

Yes, it is a bit
on the morbid side.

Miss Ellen, how soon
will you want dinner?

About a quarter
of an hour, Lucy.

I'm just gonna post
this letter at the crossing.

Let me go, Ellen. I could
do with a sniff of air.

No, thank you. I prefer
to attend to this myself.

What are you up to now?

She's just written a reply
to that letter we opened.

Thought it would be interesting
to see what she says.

"Dear sir...

check..."

Something.

"incorrect."

Something.

"Owing..."

Something, something.

"Wrist..."

Here, what does that word
look like to you? Here, see.

S-P-R...

S-P-R...

"Sprained." That's it.

"Owing to a sprained wrist."

Something, "Yours, Leon...

Leonora Fiske."

She signed it "Leonora Fiske".

What's it mean, Albert?

What do you think?

It looks as if she's
pretending to be Miss Fiske.

And getting money
on the strength of it.

Brilliant.
If that's true, she's a thief.

Like you.
Shut up.

What will happen
when Miss Fiske comes back?

Suppose she isn't coming back?

Suppose she's died somewhere.

And Ellen
is the only one who knows.

You can't die
and only one person know it.

Can't you? I'm not so sure.

One thing I do know.
She'd never take the risk

unless she was positive

Miss Fiske
was out of the way for good.

All right, assume she's dead.
Aunt Ellen's tapping the funds.

It might be years
before anybody would find out.

Why should she reap
all the benefit?

There might be
some pickings in it for us.

Like to see a bit of the world?
Have fun with me?

You'd tempt Old Nick himself,
wouldn't you?

You've gotta help me get proof.
I don't wanna do anything

mean or underhanded.
Would I ask you to?

Use your eyes and keep
your ears open, that's all.

What do you say?
Oh, I don't know.

Perhaps this will help you
make up your mind.

Well?

I'll help you, Albert.

- Here she comes. Look sharp now.
- Back to the kitchen.

She's coming.

Blimey. You almost
made me frighten myself.

Hurry up, hurry up.
All right. Shut up.

Hey, go in the kitchen
and make some tea.

Take this with you.

Go on, hurry.

Good night, Bates.
Good night, ma'am.

Don't forget,
10:00 tomorrow morning.

Very good, ma'am.

Did you have a successful trip?

Yes.

I have your ticket.

You leave tomorrow.

Do I?

Where are my sisters?
I sent them off to bed.

They were getting
a little out of hand.

I dare say
it wasn't their fault.

Lucy is making some hot tea.

We thought you might be cold.
I'll be down again,

as soon as I've said
good night to them.

Everything all right?
No, it's not.

She's packing me off tomorrow.
We've gotta move fast.

You haven't changed your mind?

I couldn't
refuse you anything now.

That's my girl.

We thought
you'd never come, Ellen.

I was frightened.

Frightened?
Yes.

There were such funny noises.

Oh, it was only the rats.

What have you been
doing all evening?

We played a game of cribbage.

Of course, Albert cheated.

But it was rather fun
watching him cheat.

He hasn't said anything
about Miss Fiske, has he?

No.
Miss Fiske? No.

Why should he?

And you haven't said
anything to him

about my buying the house?
Oh, no, Ellen.

Don't you remember? You made us
swear on the Bible we wouldn't.

Well, I think you'd better
go to sleep now, both of you.

I'm going downstairs
and have a cup of tea

before I go to bed.

Albert, do you think...?
Pour the tea, Lucy.

Thank you, Lucy.
You may go to bed now.

Yes, Miss Ellen.

Good night.
Good night.

Well, auntie, where's your cane?
From the look on your face,

I'd say you were to take down
my britches and give me a dozen.

There's a boat sailing
for Canada on Friday.

You're sailing with it.

I'm not sure I wanna go
to Canada... yet a while.

You haven't much choice,
have you?

I don't know. I'm getting
fond of this place.

The air suits me.

I'm very happy here
for the time being.

I'm not happy having you here.
Why?

Well, it isn't safe
since Sister Theresa knows

you're staying here with us.

Wrong sort of talk would bring
police around here in no time.

I don't propose to risk
a scandal on your account.

There's more to it than that.

Lucy is apt to talk.

Heh, I don't think
we need worry about her.

No. You've made sure of that.

Whatever do you mean by that?

You know what I mean,
you cheap little...

You're gonna
make me lose my temper.

Your temper.
You'll be leaving tomorrow.

That'll be the end
of you and your temper.

I shouldn't
bluff me if I were you.

I'm not. I'm ordering you.

And if I shouldn't
choose to be ordered?

I can't throw you out
physically,

but I can send for the police.
And have your scandal? Ha!

Really, you're being very
inconsistent now, auntie dear.

You won't send for the police.

Why are you so sure?

Because you've another reason.

A more important reason
for not wanting the police here.

For wanting me out of this
house as quickly as possible.

As a matter of fact,
you're right.

Ah, now we're getting
down to brass tacks.

Did it concern
Miss Fiske by any chance?

It would and it does.

I met her in town today.

She's coming back.

She's coming back?

And why shouldn't she?

I thought she'd gone for good.

How utterly
absurd of you, Albert.

There's never been any question
of her not coming back.

Why didn't you say
so in the first place?

Well, you played the fool
so much with Louisa and Emily.

I was afraid you'd blurt it out.

I'll have to break it
to them gently.

Because it means
they'll have to go too.

Well, my little country holiday
has obviously come to an end.

I don't know
what I'll do in Canada,

but I suppose one can starve
there as well as anywhere else.

You'll get on.

I'll give you a little something
to start off with.

For your mother's sake.

I suppose I should extend
my most humble thanks.

No. That from you
would be too much.

If that's all we say to each
other, I may as well get to bed.

A good night's sleep
wouldn't do you any harm either.

You look a bit played out.

I must lock up first.

Shall I be seeing you
in the morning before I leave?

Yes.

Oh, I forgot
to tell you, auntie.

I had a funny dream last night.

Oh, did you?

I dreamt Miss Fiske was dead.

Good night, auntie.

Good night, Albert.

Miss Fiske.

Albert!

Albert!

Good morning, Bates.
Miss Creed ordered me.

It's about the train,
but she didn't say which one.

Psst. Bates.

Cancel it.
Miss Creed's not feeling well.

Oh, nothing serious I hope, sir?

No. Nothing serious.

Well, in that case,
I'd better be hopping along.

She did look ill
when I took in her early tea.

I wish we hadn't done it.
Pull yourself together.

You'll ruin everything.
Go on upstairs.

She might have died.
Shut up!

She didn't. And we proved what
we wanted. Miss Fiske is dead,

and she knows it.
I wonder when she died.

One more go and I'll tell you
when and how she died.

Now, go on upstairs.

What did Bates want, Albert?

He brought the news
from the outside world.

It'll tickle you to death.

Weeping whiskers
are coming back again.

I don't think
this is a time for joking

with Ellen the way she is.

You're taking
the whole thing too seriously.

She was walking in her sleep
and had a nightmare, that's all.

It wasn't a nightmare, Albert.

Oh? What was it then?

She says she saw a ghost.

In that case,
lay another place for breakfast.

Do you really think
it wasa ghost, Emily?

If it were only a nightmare,
we wouldn't have heard it too.

Heard what?

The music. Miss Fiske's music.

Do you know, Emily,
I'm sometimes afraid

Miss Fiske will get
the better of Ellen.

I sometimes think she wants
to come back and turn us out.

I think Miss Fiske's here...
now.

Well? What are you two
whispering about?

Hadn't you better go
for your walk now?

Yes, Ellen.
Anything you say, Ellen.

Do you think
you're strong enough to be up?

Yes, dear.
I'm quite all right now.

Hadn't you better have a doctor?

No. A doctor
couldn't do any good.

Why are you two standing there
like a couple of owls?

Well, Emily's been
frightening me.

You've been imagining things.

Now, run along for your walk.

Whatever you say, Ellen.
You know best.

Good morning, Aunt Ellen.

We didn't expect you down today.

Why aren't you ready yet?

Bates will be here
at any moment.

Bates has been here and gone.
I sent him away.

What do you mean by interfering
with my arrangements?

Well, I didn't like to go
and leave you not feeling well.

I'm quite recovered now,
thank you.

It was a queer turn
you had last night.

What happened?

Nothing.
You should really do something

about your nerves.
This isn't the first time

you've walked in your sleep,
according to Emily.

What's Emily been telling you?
Just her usual chatter.

They do say
people who walk in their sleep

have something
on their conscience.

What's behind
that remark, Albert?

Nothing.

You know.

Mm-hmm.

Then it was you last night.
Yes.

Me and Lucy.

She knows too?
Not what I know.

That's something you and I
are gonna keep to ourselves.

Provided, of course,
you treat me right.

What are you going to do?

Well, as I said,
I'm very happy here.

With your financial assistance,

I'll be able
to adjust things at the bank.

Then we can all
settle down in peace,

a contented little family.

You mean you propose
to go on living here?

With me?
Why not?

Well, you'd never be
quite sure, would you?

You might not enjoy your meals.

You wouldn't dare...

a second time.

It takes a lot of courage to
kill for the first time, Albert.

Once you've sold your soul
to the devil, it becomes easier.

Much easier.
All right.

Give me 500 pounds
and I'll clear out for good.

And keep my mouth shut.

I'm not afraid of you
and your little tricks.

In the middle of the night,
you may cut quite a figure.

But it's broad daylight now.

It's those nuns.

Get that out of sight.

And yourself with it.

Good day, Sisters.

I must talk to you, right away.

Are you alone?
Why, yes.

What's the matter?

It's really none
of my business and I...

I shouldn't have come,
but the police,

they've been to the priory.
What about?

They're searching
for a young man

who stole money from a bank
over Gravesend way.

And from the description,
I suspect it was your nephew.

And I thought, if he were told,

he might have a chance
to do the right thing

and give himself up.

It is your nephew?
Yes.

But they mustn't search here.

Well, they've gone over
to Decoy farm first.

I heard one of them say so.

Oh, Miss Ellen.

Have I done wrong
in coming to warn you?

I don't know, Sister.

I had a brother
rather like that.

He went wrong too.

People are so easily...
lost, aren't they?

Yes, they are.

Poor girl.
You have so many burdens.

If you're referring to Albert,

he means
absolutely nothing to me.

No one does, for that matter.

Except Emily and Louisa.

If, at any time,
we at the priory can do anything

to make things easier
for you or your sisters,

don't hesitate to turn to us.

That's very kind of you,
Sister Theresa.

But, you know,
we're not of your faith.

In my Father's house
are many mansions.

Blimey,
I thought they'd never go.

Thanks for putting in
a good word for me.

Decoy farm, is it?

That'll give me a chance
to get to the river.

Hurry. There's no time to lose.
Yes, I'll get my clothes.

Lucy.

Why are you staring
at me like that?

You've been listening.

Lucy!

Lucy, come back!

Lucy, come back.

What's up?

Well, what is it?

Lucy's run off.

She was listening.

Turn me in, would she?
I've gotta move fast.

Where's that money
and boat ticket?

You mean
she heard all about that?

Yes.

Hey, you'd better
make a dash for it too.

Don't stand there mooning about.

Put your things on
and let's get out of here.

I'm not going.

Are you out of your mind?

You know what they'll do to you?
You'd better hurry, Albert.

Well, if that
don't beat the cards.

Well, then.

So long, Ellen.
No hard feelings.

Oh, Ellen, it was so funny.

We just saw Albert.

He was playing tag
with some men.

He didn't win.

They caught him.
He got quite annoyed.

Oh, Ellen, look.

We found a lot
of jackdaw feathers.

We're going to tie them into
bundles and make little dusters.

Where are you going?

I'm going to Decoy farm.

There are gentlemen there from
Gravesend. I want to see them.

You won't bring them here.

It's so nice and peaceful
by ourselves.

No, dear. I'll try
not to bring them back here.

You have been happy here,
haven't you?

We are happy here.
Aren't we, Emily?

Yes. It's much better
than London.

It's so good of you to have
bought this house for us.

You have been clever, Ellen.

How long will you be?

I don't know, dear.

Maybe quite a time.

I think I shall go down
to the priory tomorrow.

I should like to see the things

the Reverend Mother
collected on the marshes.

I'll go with you, Emily.

Goodbye, Ellen.
Don't worry about us.

We can look after ourselves.