All language subtitles for Emily.of.New.Moon.S02E06.1080p.WEBRIP-Hallmark

They bon the bier;Faced

hey nonny nonny,
hey nonny;

and in his grave
rained many a tear;

fare you well,
my dove!

Perry:
And did persuade revenge.

It could not move thus.

There's Rosemary.

Emily:
Why is play acting so magical?

The chance to become
someone else,

to forlittle lifen petty

for a moment in time.

Remember.
Take the line again, ilse.

There's Rosemary,
that's for remembrance.

Pray love.

Emily:
Is losing yourself
a good thing?

I wonder.

Perhaps it's like floating away
and never coming back.

Carpenter:
From the heart, ilse,

from the heart.

Ilse:
From the heart.

Carpenter:
From the heart.
Now, all right,

what is this speech about?
Perry.

Perry:
Uh, well, Ophelia can't take
the misery no more

on account of that Hamlet fella
because...

Well, he treated her
some rotten.

Emily:
Her father died.

She loved him so much.

Jenny:
Aso she goes barmy, sir?Er

the worst and the best
of the human mind.

Ophelia's descent into madness.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Now feel the fear
clutching at her heart

when her lover leaves her

and takes the life
of her father.

Feel the panic

as she drifts out
into a sea of insanity.

Whewhen it's lost?D go

does it... does it hide?

Or does it simply seek
a resting place

where it can heal?

This fennel's for you,

and columbines.

There's rue for you,
and some for me.

Herb-grace o' sundays.

Oh, with more difference...E

aunt Laura:
Oh, with a difference. Rue

there's a Daisy.

I would give you some violets,

but they withered all
when my father died.

They say he made a good end,

and will he not come again?

Go to thy deathbed.

He will not come again.

He will not come again.

He will not.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(Birds chirping)

Mr. Stuart:
She always admired new moon.

Huinvited inside before.N

Elizabeth Murray picked
and choosed

who got into this parlour.

But every dog has its day.

And here I sit.E

Mr. Stuart:
Velma...

Mrs. Stuart:
It's a pretty parlour.

Not as big as I imagined it.

First thing I'd do is change
the wallpaper.

That colour makes
my skin look sickly.

Mr. Stuart:
Velma.

Malcolm:
Mr. Stuart,

I take it you're here
on business.

State it then.

Mrs. Stuart:
We were gettin' to it.

Why you and your daughter

come to the island.

Evyou gotta sell this place.S

tat my head.Un

however, that is our plan.

To sell new moon.

Jimmy:
Yeah. Some plan.

Ha. Some plan.

(Birds chirping)

Jenny:
Don't think yourself so smart,
ilse burnley.

If rhoda was here,
she'd be Ophelia, not you.

But shthings to do.Portant

ilse:
Shut yer gob,
piggy eyes,

or I'll crack open your head
and eat your mucky brains!

Jenny:
Try and make me,
pork chop.

Younot in school?A's

one guess.
Go on. Guess!

Go suck a lemon!

Others:
(Chuckling)

Are at your house...

Buying new moon

ryour big fat nose!R

(Horse snuffles)

(Door opening)

Some plan.

Mr. Stuart:
Now, James,
I know how you feel.

Is it true?

What?

Mrs. Stuart:
You see, it's no secret why...

I, I don't know.
I, I was sleeping

and I heard voices.

Mr. Stuart:
Um, me and velma,

webe ready to talk business.T

Mrs. Stuart:
We've been livin'
over the store

since we got married,

and I said to Phillip here,

rhoda's of an age

where she nand all.Per society

ain't that so, rhoda?

Rhoda:
Yes, mama, it is.

She said I could have my next
birthday party right here

in the new moon parlour.

Over my dead body!

You can't sell new moon
to them!

Malcolm:
Hush! Come over here.

Behind me.

Not another word out of ye.

Isabel
(quietly)
You look all tarted up.

Take off that robe
and that silly crown.

Aunt Laura:
I'm just going to go
back upstairs...

Malcolm:
This concerns you as well,
Laura Murray.

You stay here
and hear these people out.

Now, Mr. Murray, uh,

I understand that you hold
the mortgage on new moon?

Uh...

Would you be willing
to let us take it over?

Isabel:
No! We would not.

We will only accept cash.

Cash and a wee profit
for our trouble.

We've got the cash,

don't yabout that.Ur head

but I don't buy
no pig in a poke.

Now, I need to take
a gander upstairs

before you see the colour
of my money.

James Murray,

would you take Mr. Stuart
to the barn

and show him the livestock?

Jimmy:
It's your plan.

Why don't you show him
yourself?

Malcolm:
Uh, he's touchy about his cows,
Mr. Stuart.

I'll show you them myself.

Good milk cows.
Finest on the island.

Not that I'm anxious to sell,
mind you.

We also have a spirited
new rooster.

Have ye ever seen the size
of a new moon egg?

Mrs. Stuart:
Well, now, ain't this cozy?

Just us girls.

I'll take a peek upstairs,
Isabel.

You don't mind if I call
ya Isabel, do ya?

Uh, you can call me velma.

Considerin' I might be sleepin'
in your bed, so to speak.

(Cackling)

You may call me
miss Murray.

Mrs. Stuart:
Hmm.

If we buy this place,

I won't be wantin' them
ugly pictures on the wall.

These are Murray pictures

and we would never sell
any pictures of our ancestors!

I will decide about that,
Emily starr.

And I will sell my soul

before these pictures
grace anybody's walls

but a blood Murray!

Mrs. Stuart
hmm.

We'll have to get
ourselves

some good-looking
ancestors, rhoda,

to cover up the nail holes
on the wallpaper.

(Giggling)

Isabel:
And this is Laura's room.

Oh, no,
please don't go in there.

I, I was just having a little
lie down.

It's not very tidy.

Mrs. Stuart:
Oh my.

Isabel:
You might have had the decency
to make the bed!

Uh, that is my room.
(Door opening)

Mrs. Stuart:
(Door shutting)
Too small.

Put the hired girl in there.

We plan to have servants,
of course.

Of course.

Phillip says once
we buy this place,

my hands will never touch
dishwater again.

My father's room.

(Door opening)

Well now,
this is more to my taste!

Oh, oh.

Oh.

I could sleep here
and Phillip down the hall.

That's how the royals did it,
ya know.

Queen Victoria
in the four-poster

and Albert down the hall,

uh, not that I mind a warm body
next to my backside

on a cold winter night.
(Chortling)

(Self-satisfied sigh)

Emily, why don't you take rhoda
down to see your room?

Go along then.

There. You too.

Mrs. Stuart.

Mrs. Stuart:
Oh, thank you.

Rhoda:
(Dismissive chuckle)

This is where you sleep?

In this dirty old attic?

Emily:
It's not an attic.
It's a garret.

Garrets are a thousand times
more romantic than attics.

Rhoda:
Says who, miss smartypants?

What terrible,
terrible embroidery!

Who is Juliet?

This is wonderful
embroidery!

My mother did it.

Well, she needed some
sewing lessons.

Ooh!

What have we here?

(Reading)
"Dear father..."

Give it to me!

"At the gates of heaven,

the song we sang
together last night

haunts all my dreams."

Emily:
You blubbery brain!
How dare you defile my room!

Both:
(Shrieking and yelling)

Emily:
You're not fit to set foot
on Murray property!

Rhoda
oh! My hair!

(Grunting)
I'm gonna kill you!

Rhoda:
Ow!

(Shrieking and grunting)

Emily:
Ah! Get off of me!
(Screaming)

Rhoda:
I hate you! I hate you!

You think you're so...

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Isabel:
Emily!

(Overlapping shouting)

Mrs. Stuart:
Oh my! Oh...

Rhoda:
Oh, my head!

I think I'm bleeding!

What did you think
you were doing?!

Emily and rhoda:
(Crying)

Mrs. Stuart:
Shhhhhh...

Rhoda:
(Sobbing)
Just take me home!

Take me home!

Isabel:
Ach! Finally, finally, finally,

an offer on this
wretched house,

ach, and what does she do?

With the buyer's daughter.

James:
(Chuckling)

Isabel:
It's not funny,
James Murray.

And as for you,

on this householdought

appearing like something
the cat dragged in.

(Sighing)

I'm, I'm sorry,
Isabel.

Unkempt.
Ach, unwashed,

your dress spotted
with yesterday's dinner!

Your bed unmade,
your room like a slop house!

The humiliation!

What is wrong with you,
woman?!

Don't.
I can't breathe.

Oh, breathe!

Now it is she can no breathe.

Leave her be.

What?
And give in to her weakness

like the rest of you?

No.

You pull yerself up
by your bootstraps

and do your duty!

Some laudanum...

Oh, don't look at me.

I'm not spending another penny
on that wretched tonic!

What do we think,
that the money grows on trees?!

She needs her medicine.

People take medicine
when they're not feeling well.

She's not feelin' well!

She needs her medicine!

Isabel:
I'm sick of her extravagances.

And yours too,
James Murray.

All over my kitchen table!

(Clattering)

(Chair banging)

Help me, Jimmy.

Isabel:
Ye help yerself
in this sad world!

Stop your simperin'
and act like a grown-up woman!

(Sniffling)

(Door opening)

(Door shutting)

Malcolm:
Neto pick a fight,de

remind me to give
ye boxing lessons.

A strong jab to the jaw

knocked her cold.

How could you think
of selling new moon

to those vipers?!

It's like tossing pearls
before swine!

Our ancin their graves.N over

velma Stuart in our parlour,
snooping in our bedrooms.

Ye love this house
a great deal, lass.

I wish you did.

Love.

What d'ye know of love?

Or the price of it?

I've paid the price
once too often in my lifetime.

Love of land,

of women,

of children.

All loved honestly...

For the most part.

Still, when the fairy tale
is done,

there's Lucifer,

my only child,

waiting to inherit
all I own.

If I don't sell,

what can I leave
my only child

when I die?

Uncle Malcolm,
I don't want you to die.

Och...

I have no intention of doing so
in the near future, lass,

butto us allmes

ais no exception.Y

when we sell,

yout in the cold.

You'with Lucifer and me.Land

to Scotland?

Mmm.

Oh...

Uncle Malcolm,

that is the most kindest,
most sweetest,

mi have ever heard,

but I couldn't bear
to leave the island.

Ato live with cousin Isabel.R

well, what will you do
on your own, pray tell?

The disappointed house,

with Jimmy and aunt Laura,

until she marries.

But I intend to be
a famous writer

and I'll make heaps of money,

and I'll buy new moon back

from those
common-as-dirt Stuarts.

Common-as-dirt Stuarts

will be interested
in the property

after the scrap you had
with that girl?

I hope not.

Thewon't be in vain. Eye

Lucifer expects you
to apologize, you know.

Apologize?!

Uncle Malcolm,

she can make me suffer

tfor all eternity!Re

I will never ever
apologize

toart-nosed pig!S

come on.

Emily:
Ow! You don't have to pull
my ear out of my head!

Isabel:
You'll do the right thing
or I'll wring your wee neck!

And none of your whimpering.

We'll ne'er get a decent price
for new moon

if they smell a hint
of desperation!

Come on,
both of you.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Onethan a pack o' mad dogs.Ble

Mr. Stuart.

Emily has come
of her own volition

to express her regrets
to your daughter.

Mr. Stuart:
Better to smooth things over.

(Door opens,
bell over the door jingles)

Rhoda:
Mother!

(Whimpering) Mother,
she's come to hit me again!

Mrs. Stuart:
Oh shh! Come, come, dear.

Mr. Stuart:
Rhonda, hush up!

Emily's come to say
she's sorry.

Rhoda: (Crying)
I don't want to.
I'm scared.

Mrs. Stuart:
Comnow be a brave girl.On.

That's my girl.
Okay, come on.

Let her do
what she's got to do.

Isabel:
Emily.

I just want you to know

that I'd rather eat dead rats
on toast than do this!

Isabel:
Emily.

Shh, shh, shh...

Syou the first time-r

(sharp SWAT)
Emily!

Emily:
Sorry I walloped you.

Rhoda:
She doesn't sound
one bit sorry, mother.

Miss Murray,
I don't mind telling ya,

if Emily starr wasn't
your flesh and blood,

from here to kingdom come.

Cheer up, velma,
you'll soon be dead.

(Chortling gleefully)

Hush up, maisie.

You can pick your nose,

but you can't pick
your relatives.

(Chortling)

Isabel:
Mm. Indeed.

Mrs. Stuart, have you given
any further consideration

to the purchase of new moon?

Mrs. Stuart:
Oh, I've been thinkin' on it.

Csome fixin' up.D

electric lights and such,

and that'll cost
a pretty penny.

Isabel:
Oh, well,
I think you'll find the house

has been kept
in good condition.

Aunt Laura:
Mr. Stuart,

my nerve tonic.

What? Oh, that.

Hotcakes these days.

Laudanum.

Uh...

I'll take two.

(Whispering)
Thank you.

All right.

There you go.

30 cents please.

Mrs. Stuart:
So it don't tilt?

Isabel:
Not that I've noticed.

Is that plaster
crumbling under...

I'm a,
I'm a little short.

Do you think I could
pay you next week?

Have you checked?

I'm sorry.

(Quietly)
If it were up to me...

I would let you,
but...

Velma says we can't
carry your account.

Oh please!
I just have to have it!

Isabel:
Laura, we're leaving.

Oh, wait, please.
I'll do anything.

Mr. Stuart:
No, I'm very sorry,
miss Murray.

Aunt Laura:
No. No. Just give them to me!
Please!

Mr. Stuart:
Miss Murray, no, no.

Now settle down,
please!

Mrs. Stuart: Stop her!

Aunt Laura:
You don't understand!

What astop it!Oing?

Laura Murray!

Mroh my...T:

Stupid woman!

(Bell over door jingles)

(Sniffling)

(Sobbing)

(Crying)

Isabel:
Good lord, is she still
wailing away up there?

A(sobbing):

Please,
cousin Isabel,

and stay with her?

She shouldn't be
by herself.

Isabel:
That's precisely
how she should be -

alone to contemplate her sins.

Now, eat your biscuit,
drink your tea.

It's way past your bedtime.

Malcolm:
Ach! What sins has that
poor soul committed?

Wasting away and lost
in her sorrows.

Give her a wee nip

and a meal
that sticks to the ribs,

she'll be up and about
in no time.

Isabel:
How she carried on today,

in public.

In front
of the very people

who could have
bought this house

and saved our souls?

Well, that's just
her nervousness.

Ach, nervousness.

Weakness of the will,
Jimmy.

In to our nerves,

where would we be?

Malcolm:
Not everyone is blessed
with a bullet

where the heart should be,
woman.

And fetch her down.

Fetch her down!

To rest in her room.

It's what we did
with mother

when her will became weak.

I nevin it.Ieved

for months and months,

eating nothing but mush.

She wenmy poor wife. Worse,

oh, your poor wife.

When did ye give
a tinker's damn

about your wife?

Bite your tongue,
Lucifer.

To your red-haired woman.

Enough!

You've made a hell
of our lives

with your hateful opinions.

Ach, me?

Is it me now
who's destroyed our life?

(Door thunks shut)

Malcolm:
Yes, you with your evil tongue.

(Items clatter on the floor)

I'll go get Dr. Burnley.
He can help.

Isabel:
Abut a family sick kids.,

Emily:
How can you say that?

He's the finest doctor
Blair water.

(Loud clattering)

Isabel:
He'll know nothin'
of curing this.

(Empty bottle tapping)

(Desperate gasping,
bottle thunks on floor)

(Whimpering)

What good did burnley
ever do her?

Tell me? What bit o' good?
(Loud bang)

Mollycoddlin' her
like the rest of ye.

We'll have no more of it!

From now on
we'll do things my way!

Emily:
Please, cousin Isabel.
Don't shriek at Jimmy.

It hurts his head
when you shriek at him.

(Panting)

(Crickets chirping)

(Lock clicking)

(Glass shattering)

(Bell over door jingles,
dog barks in distance)

Aunt Laura:
(Stumbling and gasping)

(Pots and pans
clattering and clanking)

Oh yes!

(Bottles clinking loudly)

(Grunting with effort)

(Door squeaking open)

Oh my god!

I can't.

No, please!
I need it! Oh!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!
Stop it!

Oh...

Rhoda:
They don't let you bring flowers

to prisoners in jail,
Emily starr.

Ilse:
Laura Murray is not in jail!

Rhoda:
Oh, but she will be.

My mother says she's gonna have
your whole family arrested,

not just your barmy aunt.

You know what
you eat in prison?

Maggots and nits!

Rhoda:
She's got nits already..

Oh, what's wrong, Emily?
Cat got your tongue?

Or did you just go dumb
like your dumb cousin Jimmy?

Ilse:
You know what I'm gonna do
to you one day?

I'm gonna pluck out
your slimy eyeballs

your snotty nose!

Rhoda:
Oh, just you try it,
ilse burnley,

and then you'll end up
in jail

with the looney Murrays!

Ilse, don't!
Don't, ilse!

We've goas it is.Troubles

just leave 'em alone.
They're not worth it.

Rhoda:
The crazy one
picks a crazy friend.

(Running footsteps)

(Panting)

Emily:
Aunt Laura?!

Aunt Laura,
I brought you some flowers...

What happened?

(Door banging shut)

Cousin Isabel,
aunt Laura isn't in her room

and her bed is stripped.

Where is she??

(Sighing)

Put I'm dry as a bone.Il,

no!

What's wrong?
Is aunt Laura in jail?

I will not have you peppering me
with questions.

Go on then,
put the water on, hmm?

We'll have a wee chat over tea.

I don't want to have
a wee chat over tea.

I want aunt Laura!
Where is she?

You have to tell me!

I am the adult
and you are the child,

and I do not have
to tell you anything.

(Door slams shut)

Emily:
Aunt Laura?!

Aunt Laura!

Perry:
Emily!

It's no good.

Why not?

What happened?

Maybe you wanna go inside.

We'll sit down for a second.

No! I don't want
to sit down!

Why won't anyone
tell me what happened?

Where's uncle Malcolm?

There was this fearful set-to.
He took off into the woods.

What kind of set-to?

Where's Jimmy?

That's the whole problem.

He wasn't here to stop it.

Me, I couldn't do nothin'.

Perry Miller,
I demand you tell me

what happened!

Eat school today, they...Y

theyaunt Laura away.Ook

where?

Oh, jeez, girl...

Is in jail?Ra

no. Worse.

They took her to where
they take crazy people.

(Running footsteps)

Uncle Malcolm,
we have to do something!

Uncle Malcolm?!

Aunt Laura?

(Loin the distance)Ng

uncle Malcolm?!

Uncle Malcolm:
♪ we're going round and round ♪

♪ good ol' Glasgow town ♪

♪ there's something a matter
with me or you ♪

You're going round and round ♪

Uncle Malcolm!

Uncle Malcolm,

cousin Isabel's done something
horrible to aunt Laura!

Uncle Malcolm:
(Singing drunkenly)

Uncle Malcolm,
you have to listen!

♪ A couple a pints... ♪

You have to listen
to me!

♪ A n-n-n-new... ♪
(Horse whinnies)

♪ New harvest moon ♪

♪ all my sorrows drowned ♪

(Buggy rattles along nearby)

Emily:
Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy! Jimmy, stop! Stop!

(Horse snuffles)

Jimmy, you have to turn
the buggy around.

They took aunt Laura
to the insane asylum!

Laura?

Unh huh.

(Clicks teeth)
Hiy!

(Buggy rattles past,
hoofbeats thudding rapidly)

(Ominous music plays)

(Door squeaks open)

Woman:
(Shrieking in distance)

It's all right.

(Overlapping crying voices)

(Rapping on door)

Man:
(Demented whimpering)

(Distressed grunting)

(Door banging shut)

Tradesmen or visitors?

Jimmy
no. We got nothin' to sell.

We're here to see our cousin,
Laura Murray.

Visiting is on the first Tuesday
of every month,

unless you have a letter
from a doctor.

(Grunting)
No, we got no letter.

No letter,
no visiting.

Jimmy:
You don't understand!

You don't understand!

We're here to see our cousin,
Laura Murray.

Inmates:
(Groaning and whimpering)

Miss pick:
Get back, all of you!

(Groaning and whimpering)

(Lock clanking shut)

(Groan and whimper)

Doctor Mitchell!

(Banging on door)
Doctor Mitchell! Trouble!

Inmates:
(Groaning and whimpering)

Dr. Mitchell:
Here, here, here.

What is this commotion?

These people.

I told them
that visiting

was on the first Tuesday
of every month,

but, no,
they had to come barging in

and stick their nose in
where it wasn't wanted.

Jimmy:
No, we can't wait 'til Tuesday.

We come to get our cousin,
Laura Murray.

Sfrom Blair water.Re

it's a terrible mistake!

Laura Murray.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.
That-that name rings a bell.

Winto my office.Me

I know this is very depressing,

but, but we'll solve things,
okay?

Here we go.

Mr. Fulton! Mr. Helmsley!

Takelock them up.Irs.

(Groaning)

(Door slams shut)

Inmates:
(Agitated whimpering)

These shouldnicely. Things over

Dr. Mitchell:
Thank you.

So you see, Mr. Murray,

these are your cousin's
commitment papers,

uh, fully documented,
of course.

Can't my aunt just leave
on her own free will?

Tto discussing his patients

with mouthy little girls.

Jimmy:
Emily isn't like that,
she's a writer.

A writer.

Th(banging at window)S there

are binding by law.

Laura Murray cannot be released
from this asylum

without consent.

Whose consent?

Mine.

I was granted a guardianship
by one,

um, let's see,
Isabel Murray.

Jimmy:
But she can't do that.

I'm her cousin,
same as her and...

Now, of course there are
extenuating circumstances.

Is trying to say

is that there are...

There are ways
that we can settle this.

Ways?

Jimmy:
I don't wanna talk about ways.

Where's Laura?

Dr. Mitchell:
Now, Mr. Murray,
(Chuckling)

If-if you raise your voice,

I don't see how
we can do business.

Well, I'm not here
to do business.

I'm here to see my cousin,
Laura!

My dear fellow,

Laura Murray's care
was entrusted to me.

Now, there's a charge
for that service.

And her expenses.

Jimmy:
Oh!

Well, why didn't you say so?

Here.

That cover it?

Our fee is fifty dollars,
Mr. Murray.

For consulting the doctor.

And then there's another ten
for the nursing

and the feeding
and all such like that.

Shefor one day!Re

how much could
you have fed her?!

That's all the money I got.

Well...

It seems that our conversation
is over.

Jimmy:
What?

Dr. Mitchell:
Good day.

Jimmy:
No, but you can't keep
Laura here!

No! You can't be her guardian!

I could be her guardian.

Miss pick:
Mr. Murray,
the doctor is very busy!

Jimmy
doctor!

I will come here
to see my cousin!

Get this man out!Cort

Jimmy:
My cousin- no!

No!

Quietly down
or you'll regret it!

Laura:
Help!

Emily:
Aunt Laura's down there!

Laura:
Jimmy!

Emily:
She's down there!

Jimmy:
Laura!

Miss pick:
No!

You can't go down there!

Fulton! McCloud!

Jimmy:
Laura!

Inmates:
(Shouting)

(Low groaning and growling)

Jimmy:
Laura!

(Groaning)

Laura:
Jimmy!

(Disoriented echoing)
Jimmy!

(Voices echoing)

Laura:
Jimmy!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Jimmy!

(Whispering)
Jimmy, help me.

Jimmy!

Miss pick:
Get back!

Laura:
Jimmy!

Jimmy!

(Screaming) No, Jimmy!
Help me, Jimmy!

(Distorted screaming)

(Cutlery clatters)

I did what I thought
was best!

I, I, I thought...

I thought we'd find the money
for her treatment

through the sale of the house.

She was failing
before my very eyes.

To stand and watch

anand die?!Ken

no, I am no!

I took the matter
into my own hands!

Nothe courage to do it.Had

it was for her own good.

It was an act
of Christian charity!

(Banging table)
Christian charity!

Isabel:
Father.

(Tearful)
Father!

Will ye no listen?

Will ye no listen?

Listen to me!

Youin the asylumther

when she weakened.

Do ye ne'er regret it,
old man?

Your own wife!
They could have cured her,

but, no,
ye wouldn't hear of it,

so busy you were trying
to get back to your jezebel!

Malcolm:
Get away from me!

Isabel:
Get away with yerself!

(Door slamming shut)

(Sniffing tearfully)

Uncle Malcolm:
(Muttering to himself)

(Waves breaking)

Uncle Malcolm,
cousin Isabel's crying.

Wsshht!

We nright now!Oney

and the cow jumped over
the moon.

How fast can you sell
the house?

If you do,

I'll borrow some money
from you

and pay the asylum,

and I swear I'll pay you back
with a mortgage

on the very first stories
I sell.

Sell everything you love?
Your home?

Your blasted fairy tales?

All to rescue
Laura Murray?

Give me a hand up, lass.
We have work to do.

Emily:
We should get Dr. Burnley.

I'll get the wagon
hitched.

I'm comin' too.

Laura:
(Struggling and grunting)

(Wagon rattles along)

Laura:
(Shouting and screaming)

(Shrieking)

(Wheels rattle)

(Water sloshes,
Laura gasps and shouts)

(Shouting)

(Shouting and screaming)

Uncle Malcolm:
We've come for Laura Murray!

Miss pick:
I tried to stop them, doctor,
but they just barged right in.

You realize that I could have
the lot of you charged.

You won't be doing that, sir.

And who are you to speak to me
in that tone?

Mr. Burnley:
Laura Murray's physician.
Allan burnley of Blair water.

Dr. Mitchell:
Oh, well then you should
know better

to enter a private clinic!

You have
no authority here!

Miss pick:
He has papers!
Show them the papers, doctor.

Signed and sealed
by Isabel Murray.

Dr. Burnley:
Your papers are all
well and good,

but I will testify in court

that miss Murray
is not deranged,

but suffers from the effects
of laudanum.

A charge that I will dispute
and defeat!

On the contrary,

you will be too busy
defending yourself

from an investigation
by the grand jury

for operating this prison,

using metby decent mene outlawed

half a century ago!

Read the literature, doctor.

Hysterics respond
to my methods.

Like, uh, uh...N

Laura Murray.

Laura Murray.

Mmm hmm.
I cure them.

(Chuckling)
That's my specialty.

They learn submission.

They become o-o-o...

Obedient wives.

Obedient wives and uh...

And gentle mothers.

Gentle mothers.

With no will, no desires,
and no self!

And you call that a cure?

(Grimacing)

Well...

This meeting is adjourned!

(Door opening
get out of here! Guard!

All right.
No need to call your bullies.

We came to talk.
We're not violent people.

Malcolm:
Speak for yourself, burnley!

Dr. Burnley:
Good day, Dr. Mitchell.
Come along, everybody.

Malcolm:
What's the matter with you?

Have you lost your courage
or something?

You're bigger than him.

You could give him
a sound thrashing!

Dr. Mitchell:
Good day!

(Door banging shut)

Dr. Burnley:
(Whispering)
The keys.

(Whispering)
Jimmy, hold the door.

Any hthat the...Ld see

doctor, did you get the keys?

Jimmy:
Get it in there.
In the key hole!

Miss pick:
(Pounding on door)

Dr. Burnley:
That's open.

Jimmy:
Okay. This way.

That bloody clown,
locking us in! Guard!

Down here.

(Loud banging)

Ilse:
Hurry! Hurry! Come on!

Malcolm:
Hurry up, lass!

(Lock clanks open)

(Clattering footsteps)

(Whimpering)

Jimmy
this way.

(Groaning and moaning)

Dr. Burnley:
Laura?

Laura?!

Inmates:
(Cackling and moaning)

Dr. Burnley:
Laura!

Laura!

Inmates:
(Cackling)

Inmates:
(Moaning and crying)

Dr. Burnley:
Jimmy, she's over here!

Inmates:
(Crying)

(Cackling)

Jimmy
oh, Laura.

Laura:
Jimmy...

Jimmy:
We've come to take you home.

Laura:
(Crying out)

Inmates:
(Crying and moaning)

Miss pick:
Fulton!
(Banging loudly)

Let me out!

(Yelling and banging)

Malcolm:
Are you all right, lass?

Miss pick:
Help!

(Loud banging)

Miss pick:
(Hissing)

Stop!

Malcolm:
Stand aside,

or the bare hands
of a Scottish laird

will tear your evil heart
from your chest

with blood pudding!

Now open that door!

(Door opening)

(Door banging shut)

(Whimpering)

(Wagon rattles along)

Laura:
(Mumbling incoherently)

Emily:
No, no, no, it's all right.
Don't be frightened.

We're almost home.

Wit's all right.E.

Laura:
Leave some skin, Emily.

Emily:
Sorry, but I have to get
the smell

of that horrible place off you.

(Approaching footsteps)

I...

I thought this
might be useful.

Well, it'll be too big,
but it'll be warm in bed.

Oh, and there's this.

For safe-keeping,

but ye'll be wanting it
back now.

I...

I...

I meant you no harm,
Laura Murray.

(Water splashing)

Emily:
I don't wanna read the rest.

And so does everyone else.

It's not a very happy ending.

I'll pick something else.

Malcolm:
(Water splashing)
Ahh!

And a good woman,

there's no greater pleasure
than soaking your corns

in hot boiling water.

"Elegy written
in the country churchyard."

"The curfew tolls
the knell of parting day."

Jimmy:
"The lowing herds wind
slowly toward the Lea."

Malcolm:
Oh, can ye no find something
that's less depressing than...

I favour Robbie burns, myself.

"Ode to a mouse."

"Wtimorous beastie,ng

o what a panic's
in thy breastie."

That sounds like me.

Malcolm:
"Thou need not start
awa sae hasty,

wi' bickering brattle!

I wad be laith to rin an chase
thee with murd'ring pattle!"

(Chuckling)

Milk-toast with
egg and butter

to strengthen the blood.

Perry:
Company's comin'!

Isabel:
Wait, have it later.

Mrs. Stuart:
(Chuckling)
Oh!

On ye like this,

but we were just passin'
in the neighbourhood

so to speak.

She's here.
I-I-I thought she...

Isabel:
My cousin has been unwell,
Mrs. Stuart,

but she is much improved.

If you've come about
the broken glass in your store,

James Murray has made
arrangements to replace it.

Yeah. Perry and I'll be over
to put it in.

Well, that's fine, Jimmy,

but, uh, that's not
why we've come.

Uh, we, uh, velma and I,

we've come to a decision
about new moon.

Malcolm:
Ah, we'll take a wee look.

Mrs. Stuart:
It's a... it's a fair offer.

More than fair considering
the place is run down and all.

Mr. Stuart:
Will cost us a bundle;

that, that's why the offer
is uh...

Lower than ordinary
circumstances.

Mrs. Stuart:
Oh, for pity's sake, Phillip,

quit beating around the bush.

Cash customers lined out

outside your door.

Offer while the grabbin's good.

No grabbing today, Mrs. Stuart.

(Laughing)
What?

You don't have a pot to pee in!
You can't say no to us!

(Water sloshing)

Ye'll no be living in the house
of Murray, Mrs. Stuart.

Neither you,
nor your Lilly-livered husband,

nor your obnoxious child.

Not while I have breath
to breathe on this earth!

(Paper ripping)

Well, I never!

Phillip! Rhoda!
We are leaving these loonies,

and I hope
you rot in hell!

Oh, I'll show you the way.

(Water sloshing)

(Door opening and closing)

Emily:
(Clapping)

♪ For he's a jolly
good fellow! ♪

Jimmy and Emily:
♪ for he's a jolly
good fellow! ♪

♪ For he's a jolly
all butgood fellow ♪isabel:

♪ Which nobody can deny! ♪

♪ No, nobody can deny! ♪

♪ Nobody can... ♪

Oh, cheer while ye may,
but remember...

New moon is still for sale.

(Receding footsteps)

God chooses the foolish things
of the world

to confound the wise;

and he chooses the weak things
of the world

to confound the mighty.

Aunt Laura, who is weak,
survived her trial by fire.

And cousin Isabel,
who is mighty,

has nobody to give her
a kind word.

I wish I understood
the order of things -

hoand forgivenessove

are all so intertwined;

one can't exist
without the other.