All language subtitles for Emily.of.New.Moon.S03E12.1080p.WEBRIP-Hallmark

(Carriage wheels rattling)

Emily:
There's a poem and it goes
like this:

"I know I'm only a working
girl,

and I'm not ashamed to say,

I belong to the ranks of those
who toil for a living,

day by day."

Murray women were told

it's a disgrace
to work in public.

I don't think
it's a shame at all.

Rather,
a badge of courage.

Miss starr:
Adventurous, enterprising
ladies

have caught the imagination
of the public.

Working women
such as yourself.

Miss Murray:
Don't think me impertinent
miss starr,

but every woman
is a working woman.

Miss starr:
Oh, but how do you manage all
of this by yourself?

Miss starr:
Our readers are desperate
for details.

Miss Murray:
Ohh!

Miss Murray:
Ohh, the secret is good help.

I couldn't do a thing without
my faithful and diligent

private secretary.

He's not only handsome,

he's an excellent typist.

And when he's not typing,

he bakes cookies.

Ian:
Ginger snaps...

Ohh!

Or shortbreads?

Miss starr:
He's a Jewel miss Murray.

Every woman
should have one.

Wait a moment!

Is it possible?

I do believe that secretary
of yours

is pregnant!

Miss Murray:
Pregnant?

Well, I thought you'd just put
on a few extra pounds.

I just assumed
it was those cookies.

I'm terribly sorry.

I, uh, I don't know
how it happened.

Miss Murray:
Well, you'll have plenty
of time to think about it.

You're fired!

(Horse whinnies)

A pregnant woman.

What kind of job
do you think you'll get?

Well, I don't know.

But I'll try and find

something.

Only to be fired

the moment they find out
you're expecting.

Listen to me,
Laura.

I will no support you
in your folly.

I won't stand by
and let you ruin your life.

Now you go back
to your husband.

For your sake,

but most of all,
for the sake of the child.

♪

♪

♪

♪

(Bird caws)

(Door opens)

Emily:
Aunt Laura?

Mm?

Aunt Laura,
what's wrong?

Nothing I, uh,
it's just I...

(Stuttering) Sniffles.

I have the most earth
shattering news.

You'll never
believe it,

I certainly didn't.

Emily, slow down.
What is it?

First promise you won't
be angry with me.

Why?
What have you done?

I lied. Well,
not exactly a lie,

an omission.

That isn't
the same thing is it?

Emily, please.

I, I'm really not
in the mood for this.

Oh, the application for
the position at the mill.

I wrote them a letter
pretending I was you.

What?
What did you say?!

Well, I said you were
desperate to work.

Desperate?

Well, you are.

Well, i-i,
I can't believe you,

you said I was desperate,

that makes me sound
so pathetic.

Well, I might have said
eager to work.

I said you could
do anything.

Maybe I should have said you
were eager to do anything.

Oh Emily,

I can't believe you said that
when you,

you know that i'm...

Expecting?

Well, that's
the omission.

Yes.

And the wonderful news is,

dear miss Murray.

Thank you
for your interest.

There is a position.

Oh lord, Emily.

Three dollars a week.
Plus board.

Aren't you happy?

I suppose but,

you can't expect me
to decide now I,

I don't have any
warm clothes or,

or, or my winter boots...

I need time
to collect my wits.

Well,
there isn't any time.

Look!
Beginning immediately.

(Wind blowing)

I don't want you
to leave, Laura.

It's for the best,
Jimmy.

You can't go back
to Ian bowles.

You can't be
with that fella.

You don't love him.

I'm not going back
to him.

I would never
go back to him.

Not in a million
years.

Where you
gonna go then?

I, I know it's hard
to keep a secret,

but this time I'm afraid
you'll have to.

If you say anything
to Isabel,

she'll tell Ian.

He doesn't know
I'm expecting.

If he finds out...

He'll come
lookin' for you,

sooner or later.

Only I won't be here.

I'll be working
at the woolen mill.

I, I got a job there.

You can't work
at a woolen mill.

A lady doesn't
do that kind of work.

You gotta take care
of yourself,

and your baby.

I am taking care
of myself.

For once in my life.

Laura is a Murray.

She has a right
to live at new moon.

Laura is married
to Ian bowles.

Try to understand
this James Murray.

A married woman's place
is with her husband,

and a child needs a father.

Cousin Jimmy:
Well we,

we can raise the baby.

The baby belongs
at new moon.

New moon belongs
to me.

And as such,
I will do as I see fit.

Now, if you wish to support
Laura and her child,

but it'll be on your own keep,
on your own penny.

You're welcome to,

I don't have
any money.

You don't pay me!

Feed you,
put a roof over your head,

this is the thanks I get.

Aunt Laura:
(Coughing)

Ohh!

Oh.

What's gonna happen to your
brilliant plan now?

Nothing has
to change.

Just her waistline.

She can still
go to work at the mill.

Toiling from sup-up
to sun-down.

And in the family way?
Impossible.

This is the modern era,
ilse,

nothing is impossible.

And besides,
it won't be for long.

Your father will be back
from Boston soon

and he'll rush in
to rescue aunt Laura

and sweep her
off her feet.

Then she'll divorce
the philanderer

and marry the only man
she ever truly loved.

And he'll adore
aunt Laura's baby

as if it were his own.

Not to mention the...

Ten other babies they'll
be having together.

But if eleven babies
is too much

for your aunt Laura then,
I'll settle for eight.

I'd rather work 12 hours
in a woolen mill,

with 11 bawling babies
than spend one second

married to a deceiving
two-timer like Ian bowles.

(Piano playing)

Margaux: (Singing)
♪ you tell me your desire
I will tell you mine ♪

♪ we'll drown each others
sorrows with a glass of wine ♪

♪ and then you'll discover
I'm ment to be your lover ♪

♪ that's the way it goes ♪

Just a moment
if you please.

If you look this way,
gentlemen.

Investors:
Whoa!! What is it?

Ian bowles:
Now sir,

I am quoting our esteemed
prime minister

when I say...

A tunnel linking the mainland

with the island of prince
Edward must be constructed

if the thing is at all
practically reasonable.

And as I told Mr. Laurier
on my last visit to Ottawa,

Mr. Prime minister I said,

"this tunnel is more than
practical.

It is essential."

Investor 1:
That old Chestnut?

There's been talk about that
for years.

Ian bowles:
Talk about it,

but not reality.

This time it's going

to happen,

and you gentlemen are being
invited to participate,

in empire building.

Margaux:
Ah, bravo!

Investor 2:
Noble sentiments, bowles.

But a tube under the ocean

with a train running
through it? (Laughs)

It can't be done.

Well sir,
I disagree with you.

But I need your help
to prove it.

Seed money,

for a feasibility study.

A water-tight proposal
to take to the government.

Investor 1:
The truth is,

the mere thought of tunnels
turns my stomach.

Investor 2:
Personally,

I wouldn't be caught dead
in that hole in the ground.

Margaux:
Personally I find it all
terribly exciting.

You can sit in the car with me
on the inaugural ride.

I'll even let you
hold my hand.

Now I may not have the wealth
as you gentlemen,

but I do have the ear
of the lieutenant governor.

And there is a minister
or two I can call.

And I may not have miss
lavoie's influence.

But I can put my money
where my mouth is.

How much?

Take a look around you,

gentlemen.

The treasure house.

Collateral on a loan to put
this project on the rails.

Here, here!

Investors:
Good luck, Mr. Bowles.

Mrs. Bowles:
Ian!

Gentlemen, miss lavoie.

A word.

Ian bowles:
If you'll excuse me.

I'm used to your
hair-brained schemes,

but to offer up
the treasure house

as collateral.

It's the roof
over our heads.

It's our bread
and butter.

Are you quite finished,
mother?

How dare you gamble away
our future!

I'm merely securing it!

Imagine if you can,
a link to the mainland.

Why this godforsaken
island

will become a paradise.

When I run for premier,
I'll be a shoe-in.

(Sighs)

A politician,
I can see it all now.

Ian bowles blazing
the campaign trail

with his mistress

and her bastard son
at his side.

Not bloody likely.

(Baby babbles)

Oh.

(Baby crying)

Look darling,
he looks just like you.

See that nose.

Oh, shh ah,
spitting image.

Margaux, I have something
serious to discuss.

Well, I'm perfectly
serious.

I don't know which of you
is more handsome,

or whom I love best.

Darling you understand
the way things are.

What do you mean?

For the next
little while,

I think it would
be best

if I was seen
with my wife.

Your wife?

For after all
I've done for you,

I don't understand.

(Chuckles nervously)
Just for appearances.

For the sake
of the deal.

But my darling,

if it weren't for me
there'd be no deal.

If I weren't at
that meeting today...

Margaux, don't make this
more difficult

than it has to be.

We have an arrangement.

Oh yes,
the arrangement.

I knew
you'd understand.

(Thuds against door, shatters)

(Birds chattering)

Aunt Laura:
My two precious girls.

Do not worry about me.

I will never be alone

as I carry you both
in my heart.

Thank you, Isabel,

for allowing me to stay
at new moon.

I'm sorry if I was a burden.

Perhaps one day
I can repay you.

Dearest Jimmy,
I beg you.

If you love me,

never tell anyone
what you know.

And do not come looking
for me.

Let me be a grown woman.

Stand on my own
for once in my life.

(Wagon wheels rattling)

(Wagon wheels rattling)

Man:
Hey.

(Machines whirring)

(Machines whirring)

Worker:
Afternoon lady.

Boggs:
(Shouting above the noise)
Let me show you around.

You're gonna bunk upstairs.

Carding machine.

(Coughs)

The cookhouse is out back.

Aunt Laura:
Yes.

Boggs:
And over here we got your
spinners, the twisters,

the skeiners.

You'll notice how
the wool goes this way.

Oh!

If you're any good,
you'll go the other way.

Yeah!

Oh!

Miss Murray.

Yes, oh yes,
I'm sorry.

It's the noise.

Eh, you worked
in mills before,

ain't that right?

I did once.

It says in
your application,

you worked in mills
all your life.

Aunt Laura:
I need the job.

Boggs:
And I need the worker,

so you're hired.

Oh, thank you.

You start
the next shift,

right here
on the skeiner-twister.

Oh!

By the way,
the name is boggs.

Oh!

Alexander boggs.

Oh, I'm pleased
to meet you.

Any questions?

Yes, do you think I might
have a glass of water?

Minnie!

Take her upstairs.
Get her settled.

Thank you.

(Coughing)

I'm Laura.

And, your name
is minnie?

Where'd you work
before?

I uh, I kept house
for a family.

(Coughs)

Well, this is different
than that,

but you'll get
used to it.

We girls like it great.

It's a good life.

Oh.

Cousin Isabel:
I can assure you Mr. Bowles.

I was certain that your wife
returned to you.

Well, I can assure you
she did not.

Well, then I don't
have a clue where she is.

You're lying!

How dare you!

(Sighs heavily)

I'm sorry.

I'm just...

(Clears his throat)

I'm terribly sorry,
Isabel.

But she couldn't have just
disappeared without a trace.

She must have said something.

Please Isabel,

if you're keeping something
from me...

Is Laura ill...?

She's in the family way.

Oh my lord.

Laura.

And you let her
leave new moon?

Well, what was she doing
at new moon

in the first place?

Tell me that!

I mean, what's
the world coming to

when a man can't even
control his own wife?

My marriage is none
of your business.

Right.
Well, go after her.

Run after her
like she's a child,

and she'll stay a child
all her life.

Yeah.
What are you suggesting,

that I should just
let her be?

She'll come back
to you.

She'll come
crawling back,

begging for your
forgiveness.

She'll find out
fast enough,

the world out there
is no bed of roses.

Ah!

(Door slams)

Ilse:
It doesn't look closed.

Emily:
Aunt Laura said
no one was here.

Emily:
You're not scared, are you?

Ilse:
No, just cold.

You're cold?

Think about
poor aunt Laura,

shivering to death
at the mill,

and with no winter boots.

The very least we can do
is bring them to her.

The truth is,
I'm utterly, uh,

curious to visit the mill.

Are you curious to see the way
real working girls live?

Margaux:
Would you like a cup of tea,
Mrs. Bowles?

Mrs. Bowles:
Mrs. Bowles is so formal.

Why don't you call me Harriet?

Margaux:
Someday I hope to call you
mother.

Emily: (Whispered)
Here, here, here.

Oh, my dear,
that is so sweet.

But really dear,

you mustn't still be here when
Ian returns with his wife.

It's so unfair.

I know of Ian's arrangement
with Laura.

Isn't it time
she knew of mine?

(Footsteps on the stairs)

Margaux:
What's that noise?

Mrs. Bowles:
I thought we'd dealt
with the rats.

Margaux:
I'll tell Ian when he returns.

What's she doing here?

Oh, the treachery,

oh, here's some boots.

I've no intention
of leaving, Harriet.

Now margaux, darling,

you know I love you and that
dear little baby of yours.

That baby is your grandson,
Harriet.

Well of course he is,
my dear.

I don't for a second

think that this tunnel scheme
will work,

but Ian is adamant.

Ever since I can remember

he's dreamed of a career
in politics.

Appearance is everything.

Margaux:
The thought of your
handsome son

appearing next to that
wishy-washy

poor excuse for a wife.
Hmph!

Can you imagine her,
hosting a dinner party?

She doesn't have
a gracious bone

in her scrawny little body.

Emily:
How dare you speak about
my aunt Laura like that!

You're nothing
but a spider weaving

a web of lies!

Ilse:
Laura bowles has more goodness

in one toenail
than you have

in all your eight hairy legs
put together.

Mrs. Bowles:
Why you little guttersnipes!

What are you doing
here in my house?

Emily:
This is a thoroughly
despicable house.

My aunt Laura
hated it here.

Every single second!

She never loved
Ian bowles.

She's in love
with my father.

Emily:
She doesn't need Ian bowles
for anything.

We just came
to get her boots.

She's a working
woman now.

Margaux:
Laura bowles. Working.

Well, you must
tell me where

so I can send
a potted plant.

Emily:
I would rather have
all my knuckles broken

than reveal a word
about my aunt Laura

to you two vipers.

Ilse:
Besides,

she's a thousand times
happier

working in that
woolen mill than-

she's perfectly capable
of supporting herself and...

And her baby.

(Machines clacking
and whirring)

Ah!

Oh.

(Shudders)

Oh.

(Steam whistle blowing)

Starting time.

Oh, oh minnie.

Is it really?

It, it just seems
like a moment ago,

was quitting time.

Minnie:
You get used to it.

Aunt Laura:
Ugh. I hope so.

Well, you know
the old saying.

"A man may work
from sun to sun,

but a woman's work
is never done."

I like your nightgown.

And your boots too.

I noticed them yesterday.

Oh, I don't know what I was
thinking wearing them.

I should have brought
my warm ones.

How many boots-
(Coughing)

Minnie,
have you seen a doctor?

It's just bad
at night.

I'm not surprised.

It's so musty
and stale in here.

And the dust...

All I need is to get
my morning tea into me,

then I'll be fine.

Will you walk with me
to the cookhouse?

Oh no, I, I couldn't look
at food this morning.

Hey, fancy lady.

What you got
that we ain't got?

(Laughs)

(Machines whirring loudly)

Minnie:
(Coughing)

Here.

Oh!
Thank you but-

it's good to eat them,
when you're early on.

I'm afraid
you're mistaken.

You're afraid,
but I ain't mistaken.

How,
how do you know?

My mother had 13

before they stuck her
in the bone yard.

I knew when she was
that way before she did.

I'm sorry to hear
about your mother.

She's keeping company
with my father.

If she remembered
who was who

from all her
different fellas.

Well, thank you.

So, you got a fella?

No!

Well, the father
of my baby, he's dead.

My mama always said,

"better to be a widow,

than dumped
like a load of manure."

Well,
I was never married.

Word spreads fast
as fire around here.

Come on,

Eileen saw the ring.

Well, we were engaged.
Before he died.

I should hope so.
(Coughs)

Minnie,
you poor thing.

We're all poor,

or we wouldn't be
working here.

But I ain't
no snitch.

Not like some.

Ilse:
I try to keep secrets,
but i'm,

I'm just not very good at it.

That's why I think
we should tell father

before he eats
his dinner.

But if we tell him
before he eats,

then he'll rush off
to rescue aunt Laura

on an empty stomach.

That's why we have
to tell him after he eats,

but before dessert.

Then we can wrap up
the pie for later.

They can eat it
on their way home.

I'll wager he'll ask
her to marry him

before they even
set foot in the buggy.

I think he'll wait
until he gets her home.

Waiting is agony.

I don't know how
anyone can manage.

Dr. Burnley:
Oh my lord!

Laura pregnant?

Emily:
Would you like to sit down?

I find I think much more
clearly when I'm sitting.

Ilse:
No, he has to,

he has to hurry and,
and save her.

Dr. Burnley:
I always feared it would
one day come to this.

Emily:
Come to what?

I don't understand.

I care for her deeply.

Care?

Care is something you
give to a sick person.

Laura's not sick.

Emily:
She's just expecting.

Ilse:
Women have been expecting
since the beginning of time.

That's not to say she doesn't
need you desperately.

To, to take her home.

Dr. Burnley:
Well that's just it, ilse.

Her home is with Ian bowles.

It can't be any other way.

Ian bowles!

Don't get me started
on that lower than low

snake in the grass.

Ilse:
If you knew what went on

in that treasure house,
you'd,

you'd be out of that door
so fast.

Dr. Burnley:
I can't.

Not this time.
Not anymore.

I'm sorry.

You don't know how sorry.

Bertha:
Did you hear about the nova
scotian who had triplets?

He went looking
for the other two fellas.

(Ladies laughing)

Damn near lost a finger today.

Ilse,

please try and understand.

I know you're terribly
disappointed in me.

I'm not disappointed, father.

I'm sure it's just the shock
of hearing the news.

In a few days you'll come
to your senses.

How long did you think

you could keep
your condition hidden?

Oh, I don't know I,

I suppose I didn't really
think about it.

Isn't that
just like a woman.

Get yourself
into a stew,

but you can't get out.

Oh. Please Mr. Boggs,

I need to work.

Oh, no doubt.

What with two mouths
to feed in short order.

Oh.

And I don't see a ring
on your finger.

I don't think that's
any of your concern.

Oh, I'm just trying
to be helpful.

I don't suppose
it's easy for you,

standing on your feet
all day.

No, I can manage,

I can work just like
the other girls I -

I won't complain.
I won't.

Oh.

No, I suppose
you won't.

I'm gonna make
your life easier.

You are?

Mmm.

I need a secretary.
Starting tomorrow.

Oh.

He made me his private
secretary.

And, well, that was after
I told him

I couldn't even type.

He ain't got no typewriter.

Aunt Laura:
Oh. Well, maybe he'll get one.

Bertha:
None of us last long
in his office.

(Water pouring)

Aunt Laura:
Well, I think you're mistaken.

He seems very nice.

Maybe he just sees
how good you write.

(Laura exhales sharply)

This is to my niece.

She's about the same age
as you are.

Oh, now she's the writer
in our family.

She makes up the most
wonderful stories.

Did you say somethin'
about me?

Did you say my name?

How I make up songs?

(Singing)
♪ dimes to dollars,
dollars to dimes ♪

♪ any empty pocket
is the worst of crimes ♪

Pretty good, huh?

That was beautiful,
minnie.

Well, you and Emily
would get along famously.

But she'd want to know
your deepest, darkest secrets.

Even what you dream about
when you sleep.

Minnie:
Easy.

What every girl
in this place dreams.

A rich husband.

Never having to work another
day in my life.

(Thumps on the table)

Margaux:
Ian, I'm afraid that woman
will be your downfall.

Ian bowles:
She's carrying our child.

I see.

Ian, I desperately
want to help.

I'll do anything
to see you succeed.

You know that.

Do I?

Well, you ought to.

After all,
I have agreed to leave,

as is your wish.

But before I do,

I will find
the one thing

that eludes you.
Laura.

Now that deserves
a kiss,

wouldn't you say?

Emily:
Dear Emily and Jimmy.

You won't believe it.

I've worked here
for such a short time,

Laura's voice:
And Mr. Boggs,

he's the owner of the mill,

has made me his private
secretary...

And that was after I'd told
him I couldn't even type.

So there's nothing to worry
about, my dearests.

As for my winter clothes,

the ladies I work with
are terribly generous.

Who needs woolies when you're
working at a woolen mill?

The owner is fair and kind.

Ever since my promotion,

my load has been lightened
considerably.

I have managed
to save quite a bit already.

It's really thrilling
to have my own money.

Girls:
Oh, yes Mr. Boggs.

Laura's voice:
I have made a number
of friends

among the women who work here.

But there's one girl
in particular

who reminds me of you, Emily.

No matter what, she manages
to remain cheerful.

She keeps my spirits up,
and is excellent company.

(Minnie coughing)

Laura's voice:
But the best company of all
is the baby I carry

and the warm thoughts
and memories

that I Cherish of you,
my dear Emily...

And you,
my beloved Jimmy.

With all my love, Laura.

(Jimmy sighs)

I don't like that letter.

I need to look
in her eyes.

Tell me more'n any letter.

(Machines clanging loudly)

(Coughing)

Aunt Laura:

Oh.

It's consumption.
I'm sure of it.

She needs to see
a doctor.

It's a cough!
Lots of 'em get the cough.

Aunt Laura:
Oh please, Mr. Boggs.

She-she's so young.

The way you make her work,

it's not right.

A lady in your situation

talking about right
or wrong?

Now I'm doing you
a favour keeping you on.

You understand
what I'm saying?

But I, uh,

at least you could
open up some windows.

Let in some fresh air.

Her cough
is so horrible,

she's got her whole life
ahead of her.

If her health is ruined...

Boggs:
Where do you think she'd be
if it wasn't for this job?

Huh?

Where do you think
the rest of them would be?

Half of them would be dead,

and the other half would be
wishing they was.

Now you got some place
better to go?

Get out!

Otherwise,
clean up this mess!

(Minnie coughs)

Come on.

Margaux:
You! Clerk!

Do I pay you for these
blankets?

Oh my lord.

Why if it isn't Mrs. Bowles!

Margaux!

What an amusing
coincidence.

Ian and I were just
talking about you.

H-How did you
find me?

Ian was desperate
to give you money,

but he didn't have an address.

Money? What for?

For the baby.

Ian knows
about the baby?

Yes, and we both
want what's best.

And what would be best,

is if this baby
is never born.

He sent you here
with money for...

For a doctor.

There are doctors that take
care of these sorts of things.

Never. I-

I-I would never
do that.

You are making
a mistake.

Ian will never acknowledge
this child as his own.

He knows of your dalliance
with Allan burnley.

And besides, Ian bowles
already has a child,

mine.

Ilse:
So what if she's broken
your heart

too many times for you
to count?

Surely father,

you're still in love

with Laura.

We're not
discussing love.

All I'm saying is
that I haven't been

very happy
in Blair water,

for longer than
I'd care to admit.

But love makes
people happy.

Just think of it,
father.

Your beloved Laura
is having a baby,

and she'll get so round
and fat,

and there'll be even more
of her to love.

Ilse, please
listen to me carefully.

I've been thinking about
this long and hard and,

I keep coming back
to the same conclusion.

There's a position.

In Boston.

Boston?

I've put the house up
for sale.

People are coming
today to look at it.

Our house?
For sale?

It's for the best.
For both of us.

For you maybe.

There's someone else,
isn't there?

Eat your breakfast,

and help me
tidy up afterward.

That's why you've been

spending so much time
in Boston.

Well, I don't care
what you do to me.

Sell my beloved house
from under my feet.

Drag me away
from everyone

and everything
I ever cared about,

but how could you
do this to Laura?

(Sobs)
Instead of helping her,

you're off falling in love
with someone else.

I hate you!

(Door opens and closes)

Mr. Boggs.

My complainer.

I'd expected you
to be long gone.

My circumstances
are such that I,

I really must stay on.

Position's
still available.

Oh, thank you.

I-I really
appreciate it.

But I'll have to be cutting
your wages back.

Either that or let
that friend of yours go.

Can't afford to carry
two slackers.

Neither one of you does
an honest day's work.

If I don't agree,
you'll fire minnie?

Unless we can come
to some arrangement.

I don't understand.

A woman like you,

unmarried.

In the family way.

I think you understand
pretty good.

You saw Laura.

You knew where she was
all along

and you didn't
tell me.

I wanted to.
But it was Laura.

She doesn't want
to see you, ever again.

Why?

Oh, Ian, she begged me
not to tell you.

Say it.

About the baby...

What?
Has something happened?

Not yet.

Ian, there's
no stopping her.

She doesn't want
the baby,

and I believe she may have
gone and done something.

What?

Something unthinkable.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, she'd never do that.

You're lying.

I wish I was.

Laura.

My Laura.

No, she'd never
do that.

She's too kind
and good.

Oh my darling,
my poor darling.

Ian, you have to
trust me.

The woman I saw in that
horrible place

was not the woman
you married.

When I look at
our beautiful boy

I think to myself,

how could a woman
sink so low.

Maybe it's all
for the best.

After all,

she is in love
with Allan burnley.

I hate to say this,

but my female intuition
tells me

it wasn't even
your baby.

My father's doing his rounds
in carmody,

and he thinks that I'm going
over to your house.

Now you tell
your cousin Isabel,

that you're coming over to
my house to keep me company.

I suppose no one will even
notice we're missing.

Not until Monday,

when we're absent from school.

By then we'll be
working with Laura

at the mill.

That's if she doesn't
take one look at us

and send us packing.

She knows how
your father worries.

She thinks
she knows him,

but she doesn't have
a clue.

Hmm,
try these on.

If we're starting new lives
as working girls,

then how come we have
to dress up as boys?

Because boys don't get pushed
around like girls do.

Now, do you think that
my father has the right

to change my whole entire
fate on a whim,

just because he's my father?

I suppose it's worse
when you have a husband.

Mr. Bowles treated
Laura bowles

as if she was a picture
out of a catalogue.

He got tired of her
and then poof!

Here comes the new model.

These feel so different.
How do I look?

Ilse:
Like you're ready to take on
the world.

(Girls laughing)

Emily:
Ow!

(Struggling grunts)

Ilse, to be perfectly
honest,

my heart
just isn't in it.

I have hopes and dreams
for the future,

but they just don't include
taking over the world

or working
at a mill.

Although I think
it's terribly noble

and brave of you
to suggest it.

I'm not forcing you
to come with me.

But if it's true

that we're really best friends
in the whole-

how can you doubt that
for a second?

Well then what good
are hopes and dreams

if you're in Blair water
and I'm in Boston?

Driver:
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Hop on kids.

Giddy-up!

(Knock at the door)

Ian bowles:
Laura?

(Door creaks opens)

Laura?

Oh my lord! Ian?
What are you doing here?

I've come to save you
from this place.

To find our child.

After what margaux
said-

Ian please.

Where are
your things?

It kills me to see you
in a place like this.

(Work whistle blows)

I- I'm just fine where I am.

Go back to miss lavoie.

Look, I'm not going
to lie to you.

I did go to margaux.

It was always
so easy with her

and so damn difficult
with you.

But you're the one
I love.

You know that.

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

Ian bowles:
Look here.

I'm trying to talk to my wife,

if it's all right
with you ladies.

Ian, this is their home,

you can't just come in here.

Minnie,
i, I'll be right along.

You-you don't look
at all well this morning.

Minnie.

(Working girls laughing)

Ian bowles:
Laura,

what have you done?

What have I done

except to try to stand
on my own two feet

for once in my life?

Does your bid
for independence

include doing away
with our child?

Is that what you think?

That I would...

How could you?
I would never do that!

Oh, I knew it
was a lie!

I knew it couldn't
be true.

You could
never do that.

You've always been
an angel.

That's why I had to come
to see for myself.

But you believed that
about me.

Please forgive me.

I'm begging you.

You'll see, life is going
to be different.

I'm this close
to closing a big deal,

then we'll be rich.

We'll have a family,
and our child.

Please Ian,

it's very late and I
have to get to work.

Ian bowles:
All right, Laura,
you've proved your point.

That you can
look after yourself

and I love you
all the more for it.

(Factory machines turn on)

I don't love you.

I never did.

Laura how did this happen?

How did things go so bad
between us?

Please, leave.

Have you
lost your mind?

Ohh.

Is that it?

You started taking
that laudanum again?

I would agree to divorce you.
Any terms.

You can charge me
with adultery.

You, you seem to think
I'm capable of it.

Whatever suits you.

I'll never Grant you
a divorce.

Never in a million years.

Remember this,
Laura bowles.

When that baby is born,
under the law,

I have sole right
of custody.

(Minnie coughing)

(Minnie coughing)

Get out of my way!

(Coughs)

What do you want?

Um, well,
we'd like to speak,

well, we're looking
for Laura Murray.

Ilse:
Uh, she works here?

Not anymore.

Where did she go?

How should I know?

What are you looking at?

Sorry, but...

Haven't I seen you
somewhere before?

(Coughs)
Not likely.

(Coughing continues)

Minnie, take that out back.

You're late.

Sorry.

(Minnie coughing)

Oh, oh minnie.

Minnie here.
Let me help you.

Minnie:
Leave me alone.

I don't need your help.

Come,
come sit down.

You've got consumption.
It's very far along.

Minnie, minnie.
Just try to relax.

Breathe slowly.

Oh, somebody,
get me a blanket.

Don't you ever
learn nothin'?

Leave her be.

Aunt Laura:
Please. She needs a doctor.

If we don't get a doctor,
she may not make it.

Lucy:
You should shut your mouth.

You stupid or something?

Do you want her
to lose her job?

How you doing there girl?
You're all right.

You're on your feet.

Aunt Laura:
Oh, I was just trying to-

minnie:
I'll be fine Mr. Boggs.

It ain't nothin'.

She makes it seem worse
than it is.

What's wrong with you?
You're sick.

Why don't you speak out?
All of you.

Why are you
so afraid of him?

Because we need
these jobs.

We ain't
just playin' at it.

I'm not playing.

Lookin' down
yer nose at us.

Makin' fun of us when
our backs was turned.

No, I wou-
I would never do that.

You're nothin'
but a dirty liar.

Married with fancy rings
on your finger.

Minnie please!

Get outta here.

I'm sick
of the look of you.

(Minnie's coughing fit
continues)

I said get outta here.

Go home to yer rich husband!

Emily:
Aunt Laura was alone
in the world.

For the first time in her life,

she only had herself
to rely on.

Was she embarking
upon a great adventure

or making a terrible mistake
full of hardship and misery?

Her destiny was to have more
twists and turns

than any road home.