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♪

I have them in my sights.

Why are we sneaking around like spies?

It's not like they're the enemy!

Oh, that woman.

She's making him do it again!

She makes him do it every day?

And they're not even married yet!

Ilse: Once in the morning, and again before dinner.

(Sighs) How do they do it?

Ordinary mortals would be dead!

Proof positive she's a witch.

And now she's witched him too.

(Seagulls crying)

Ilse: She thinks he's too fat.

She forbids him to eat bread pudding

and she's thrown out all his pipes.

Smoking a pipe doesn't make you fat!

Exactly!

And he should know, he's just as much

of a doctor as she is!

Maybe he's too in love with her to cross her.

Or maybe he's too namby pamby.

These days, I call him Dr. Milksop.

Well, what do you call her?

Dr. Sunshine!

Dr. Pure air,

Dr. Cleanliness is next to godliness!

No.

I mean, do you ever call her mother?

I already have a perfectly good mother.

Ilse, as hard as it is to admit,

both of our mothers are already dead.

Well, you have your aunt Laura.

And you have your father.

Exactly.

It was just perfect before,

when it was just him and me.

That's unfair!

Life is unfair, Emily starr.

Face it, ilse burnley.

Oof!

She's going to be your step-mother,

and it's only fair

that you introduce us officially!

If you ever say so much as one word to her,

you can forget about me!

Well, I should be allowed

to make up my own mind!

Dr. Burnley: Emily!

I'd like you to meet doctor Iris Campbell.

Emily is ilse's dearest friend.

And a brilliant writer.

I've heard nothing but good things about you.

Emily: Likewise.

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Emily: Evil comes in threes.

First, I betrayed my best friend,

then, cold-blooded murder. What's next?

Laura: Well, it's not as if there's any little chicks

in those eggs.

But they had the possibility of becoming chickens.

(Sighs)

Now, they're doomed.

Well, lord knows we can't handle

the work we have here already,

let alone being overrun with chickens!

Dear perfect baby things,

au revoir.

Humans are such arrogant beasts.

Emily, please.

Save the melodrama for your stories.

Oh, shouldn't you boil that?

Cousin Jimmy always does-

well, Jimmy's not here!

I'm doing the best I can!

(Huge thunderclap)

Oh! Oh!

Aunt Laura, here.

Oh!

Oh! Aw!

Aunt Laura, I'm sorry!

Oh, please forgive me!

It was just an accident.

(Sighs) I'm afraid it's a sign.

It's just spilled milk!

Unnatural occurrences in the heavens

forewarned disaster in the earthly sphere!

It's all in Shakespeare.

(Thunderclap)

In Julius Caesar,

casca beholds a world in torment.

Although he doesn't know it yet,

lightening and thunder portend the betrayal of Caesar!

Murdered by his best friend.

And now this storm out of nowhere,

the broken eggs, and the milk

that we can't afford to lose!

What are you going on about?

I've betrayed my best friend,

ilse burnley.

And in the same instant, I've betrayed you too.

Why? What have you done?

Emily: That woman.

Ilse calls Iris Campbell that woman.

I'm aware of who she is.

Well,

she invited me for tea, and I accepted.

Will you ever be able to speak to me again?

Well, you can't go-

I won't! I swear I won't!

Empty handed!

I'll bake you a pie.

That would be too much to ask.

Laura: You didn't ask,

I offered.

I have no ill will to Allan or his fiancee.

(Rain falling)

Oh, dear. Oh...

(Grunts of effort)

(Page rustles)

You're doing an excellent job, Mrs. MacDonald.

Got to get the grit out of the cracks.

Oh, I-I think that'll do.

(Floor creaks)

(Huffs)

Iris: (Laughs)

Must she really be here night and day?

I mean, the whole idea of a chaperone

is so unenlightened!

I feel as if we're still in the middle ages.

Blair water is small. People talk.

Then let them, what do we care?

Dr. Burnley: Perhaps in Boston it's fine to flout convention,

(groans quietly)

But I have to live and work here.

And so does ilse.

Yes.

But in a few weeks time,

we'll be man and wife, and then...

Well, I suppose I can put up

with anything for a few weeks,

even Mrs. MacDonald's relentless scrutiny!

(Kissing sound)

Humph!

Ew!

Iris: Do you think I should have invited Emily's aunt

(door slams)

To tea as well? Her name slips my mind.

Laura bowles.

I think that would be an awkward situation.

Allan?

If you were so in love with her,

why did you never declare yourself?

(Pages rustle)

I don't know.

No,

(slam)

The correct answer is,

Iris Campbell,

I was waiting for you to come along!

Or, Iris Campbell,

you are the woman of my dreams!

Either is really acceptable.

Both are correct!

And I appreciate your efforts with ilse.

I know it's not easy!

Well, she's our daughter.

I think it's only natural for a mother,

even an evil step-mother,

to get to know her daughter's dearest friend.

I'm afraid it'll take more than tea

to win ilse's heart...

Well, I, I don't approve of sweets,

but I could bake an apple for each of the girls.

(Sighs) She makes him go to prayer meetings.

(Thud)

(Laughs)

I can count on my fingers

the times I've seen Allan burnley in church!

She insists.

Even though he's an atheist.

Well, perhaps he's had a change of heart.

I wonder if the minister knows that he's shamelessly living

(scoffs)

In the same house as his fiancee before the wedding.

Everyone knows Mrs. MacDonald is there day and night.

Allan burnley is above reproach.

But not above temptation.

Ilse says, that Iris Campbell

sneaks into her father's room at night,

after Mrs. MacDonald starts to snore,

she said that she snores so loudly,

she has to put a glass up to the door

just to hear what's going on inside!

Emily, that is vicious, shameless gossip!

Ilse swears it's true!

And I don't need to hear it if it is!

Emily: Oh.

Aunt Laura, I'm so sorry!

How terrible this must be for you!

Everyone wagging their tongues,

their wedding day approaching,

all of Blair water knows!

How awful for you.

Iris: I don't think it's unreasonable that you have a new suit

for your wedding.

Well, nobody's going to be looking at me, darling.

All eyes will be on you!

And ilse.

I was in the Stuart's general store yesterday,

and their daughter rhoda showed me this lovely dress.

Rhoda Stuart!

Iris: From the eaton's catalogue.

So I ordered one for ilse,

it'll look beatiful on her.

(Chuckles)

Iris: At least she'll be in something

that won't fit her like a feed sack!

Uh, sorry to bother you, doctor.

Little Angus.

No bother at all.

What brings you here today?

It's uh, my gut. I'm all bunged up again.

Oh, dear.

(Whispers) Hang on, let me.

Good day, Mr. Angus.

I'm Dr. Campbell.

You're the lady doctor?

Yes. That's correct.

Now your complaint, constipation.

When did you have your last bowel movement?

Dr. Burnley: (Clears throat)

May I see you for a moment?

You'll excuse us, please.

(Door creaks)

I think it would be best to-

I know what you're going to say.

Little Angus doesn't feel comfortable

discussing his bowels with a woman.

A-Allan,

I've been fighting prejudice my entire professional life.

I will simply inform the patient

that I studied for two years

with the finest internists in all of Boston.

Little Angus: Dr. Burnley-

uh, another moment, please.

It's the smoke!

Smoke?

Coming out of there!

Dr. Burnley: Ilse!

Ilse!

Open the door.

(Banging)

Dr. Burnley: Ilse!

(Splintering crash)

Iris: Oh! (Coughing)

Oh, my lord.

(Exhales noisily)

Iris: Dear!

(Puffs)

Ilse: (Sniffling and whimpering)

It's not fair! Ow! Let me go!

(Yelps)

You'll just have to wait another moment.

No. Let go!

Stop it!

Dr. Burnley: That's enough, ilse.

Ilse: It's all her fault!

She's in for it now.

Dr. Burnley: No, this is entirely your doing.

Ilse: No fair!

Dr. Burnley: Sit down!

Dr. Burnley: Ilse burnley, what were you thinking?

Tobacco is an immensely powerful poison.

It ruins the chest, and stunts the growth.

Oh, sit up straight!

Iris: Symmetry is a prime condition for good health.

Ilse,

all of the vital organs in your abdomen and chest

are fitted to an erect spine.

And if your shoulders are drooping,

then it distorts the nerve marrow

and cripples your circulation!

You stink like an old pipe.

I wasn't even smoking the stupid pipe anyway.

(Incredulous laugh)

A bold-faced lie!

Ilse...

What are we going to do with you?

Iris: You're going to have to do something, Allan.

If it isn't already too late.

Dr. Burnley: (Sighs) I'm afraid I'm to blame.

After her mother died, I neglected her.

I've tried to make up for lost time-

I'll go heat water for a bath.

Father, how could you?

Abandoning me to that woman!

Oh, ilse.

We can't let you run amuck,

you're our child.

I'll never be her child!

Not now, not ever!

(Sighs)

Don't you love me for who I am?

Don't let her change me!

And on top of everything,

to lie about smoking!

I like the smell of pipes.

It reminds me of you,

before you met her.

(Sniffles)

(Sighs)

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Iris: A beautiful young woman

is a healthy, hygienic individual.

We keep our skin open by frequently bathing

with soap and water.

Shall I bore you with a word of my own experience?

Oh, I'm dying to hear all about your life!

How you entered medicine,

what a struggle it must have been.

Well, I just kept my goals clearly in my sights.

It's the cardinal rule for all young women

wishing to enter professions.

Ilse: (Yawns) (Snoring)

As you were saying?

Iris: Well, during the many years

that I was learning the practice of my profession,

I got little muscular exercise,

and I ate far too much.

Now, I put on my plate before I begin,

exactly what I intend to eat.

My aunt will just be heartbroken

if we don't devour her pie.

It's ilse's favourite.

Iris: Pie crust made from fine white flour?

Uh, no.

(Sighs) The finest.

Iris: And mixed with lard, I suppose.

We always use lard.

It makes for the flakiest crust, don't you agree?

Lard from pigs.

Pigs fattened into foul pens,

no exercise, and no pure-

(exaggerated chewing sounds)

Iris: ...Air. (Sighs)

Fed swill and slops,

no offense meant towards your aunt.

None taken.

Baked apples stewed in water

are my choice for a delicious treat.

As I use no sugar,

I'll allow myself two.

I'll have the same.

Traitor!

I hate you, Emily starr!

(Fork clinks)

♪

Hey.

(Grunt of effort)

Phew!

Jack: Here!

Oh!

Let me help you with that.

I remember you!

You're that young man... Jack!

I didn't expect to see you again.

Where you off to?

Oh, I was just going to the general store.

I usually like to walk.

Well, a lady in your situation

should be resting.

Come on.

Thank you. (Laughs)

I have to post a letter to my cousin Jimmy.

Oh, the one in jail!

Emily mentioned him.

It seems that we have no secrets.

Murray business seems to be everyone's business.

Jack: Well, too bad none of those nosy Parkers

saw fit to lend you a hand.

You know, your potato field

isn't goinna weed and harvest itself.

Oh, I suppose all of Blair water noticed that as well.

Well,

I particularly noticed 'cause I've been sleeping in there

the last little while.

(Harness jingles)

Where did you say your family was from?

I didn't.

That I could probably learn how to pick potatoes.

But I will say,

oh.

Jack: Put simply,

in exchange for a roof over my head,

I'll pretty much do anything.

Oh!

What do you say, Mrs. Bowles?

Oh!

Mrs. Bowles!

Are you all right?

Mm. Oh!

Emily: Well, isle, she could never

be a doctor.

She faints at the sight of blood.

I don't mind blood, but i'm-

(gasps) Jack?

What are you doing here?

It's Mrs. Bowles!

Aunt Laura?

She had some kind of pain.

The baby!

She needs a doctor.

Iris: I'll get my bag.

Emily: No.

Dr. Burnley's her doctor.

Jack: That's the name. She asked for Dr. Burnley.

Ilse: Laura Murray bowles would rather die

a thousand deaths than be seen by you.

Emily: Ilse!

Then I'll get Dr. Burnley.

(Horse snorts)

(Crows cawing)

Emily: When the king and the queen of the faeries have a row,

it affects everything.

The land, the sea, and even the air!

Shakespeare, huh?

I assume you've read a midsummer night's dream?

Or at the very least, Julius Caesar.

Surely you're familiar with divine justice,

the natural order,

the Harmony of the spheres?

Mm-hm,

and it was lucky I happened by

when your aunt was feeling peaked.

(Scoffs) As if fate and destiny just happen.

Are you saying it was kismet

that I ran into you again?

Dr. Burnley Emily, could you boil some water please?

Right away.

Oh, my!

It's worse than I imagined!

This can only mean one thing!

Jack: A tad overwrought, aren't you, kiddo?

(Scoffs) Don't you understand anything?

A Murray baby is about to be born

that won't live long enough to breathe its first breath!

And I am completely and utterly responsible!

Your aunt's got the miseries,

and you're measuring the coffin.

Haven't you been listening?

I've sent the cosmos spinning out of control.

I've disturbed the natural order.

I actually like ilse's step witch.

Oh, I mean, mother.

She's an interesting and accomplished person!

(Pot clangs)

So what's the problem?

I'm guilty of the most unnatural betrayal.

(Sighs) That can only lead to one thing.

Indigestion and gas.

Laura: That's all?

Work less, rest more,

and boil your milk before you drink it.

Laura: Of course, the germs in the milk!

Perhaps that's why I'm feeling this way.

Laura, you're weak because you hardly eat enough food

to keep a bird alive, let alone an expectant mother.

I don't have much of an appetite.

I'll wager you don't have much food in the house, either.

Things will get easier when Jimmy's back.

Dr. Burnley: And how will you survive until then?

Laura well,

there's the sewing.

I-I've been engaged to do the bead work

on this wedding dress. It's-

oh.

It's-it's like a picture in a lady's magazine.

Laura, I should have said something.

(Sighs) The material alone-

I didn't know how to tell you.

I learned everything from Mrs. Stuart.

She was more than happy

to provide me with all the details.

Oh! But I do have one regret.

What's that?

That you had to see the dress.

Tradition says that you're not supposed to see

the bride's dress until the day of the wedding.

It's unlucky.

(Laughs)

Iris doesn't have much use for luck.

Cause and effect.

Scientific method.

Logic above all.

(Chuckles)

Hm.

Emily's eager to get to know her better.

I wish I could say the same of ilse.

I'm afraid our house has become a battle ground.

I'd better see what's keeping Emily.

(Footsteps)

Please let me live with you.

(Breathing heavily)

Don't let them take me to Boston!

Laura: Ilse...

(Sobbing)

Dr. Burnley: All that water for one cup of tea?

Emily: (Sighs) Well, when you asked me to boil water,

I just assumed aunt Laura was in the throes of birthing.

Birthing?

What gave you that idea?

The king and queen of the faeries.

(Sighs)

This is a serious matter,

Laura's condition is delicate.

I don't know how she can possibly bear

the full burden of the farm.

(China clatters)

Well, I'm here now.

What?

That's right, it was decided.

Mrs. Bowles and I were settling on the arrangement

when she fell ill.

Emily: W-we can't afford a hired hand!

Jack: I'm not looking for a wage.

Just someplace to hang my hat.

Well, there's a place in the barn

until Jimmy returns.

Splendid.

Emily: (Sighs) We don't know anything about him.

Other than his name.

Jack haszard. If that really is his name.

Well, call him a godsend.

Your aunt Laura must stay off her feet

or she might lose the baby.

But that would break her heart

into a million pieces!

And mine.

Ilse: (Weeping) And he hates me too!

Laura: Oh ilse, your father doesn't hate you, he loves you,

we all love you.

Iris: I'm glad to hear your patient is well.

Laura Murray's more than a patient,

she's a beloved friend of this family.

Well then,

I'm happy to hear that your friend is well.

Ilse: No, you're not!

If you had your druthers, she'd be dead in a ditch

and her baby too!

Ilse!

(Sighs contemptuously)

If my father wasn't such a milksop,

he'd be married to Laura, and that baby would be his!

Ilse burnley.

Apologize immediately.

Ilse: I'm sorry, father.

But when I think of Laura Murray,

skin and bones, so weak she can barely stand,

forced to sew that woman's wedding dress...

I had no idea!

All of Blair water laughing behind her back.

Oh, my!

Dr. Burnley: Mrs. MacDonald,

if you'll excuse us, please?

Perhaps I should reconsider this entire wedding.

I want something smaller.

That way, my family can host a party for us

when we return to Boston.

And I'd like to leave as soon as possible.

Ilse: I'd also like you to leave soon.

I'm aware of your feelings for me.

I'd rather go to hell than go to Boston with you.

Ilse!

Iris: You're going to be going to Philadelphia.

To the Agnes irwin school for young ladies.

A boarding school!

You knew she was gonna ship

me off to boarding school,

didn't you?

Well, we haven't fully discussed it yet, but...

I don't see any alternative!

Dr. Burnley: Surely there are some fine day schools in Boston!

Iris: The way that girl behaves?

Dr. Burnley: That girl is about to become your step daughter!

Exactly. And with the amount of discipline

that she requires-

well, that's exactly what the Agnes irwin school is.

I did my best!

The best.

(Door slams)

We should discuss things between ourselves first.

Present a united front.

Allan, are you blind?

Don't you see the way that she manipulates you?

Dr. Burnley: Ilse's a child!

She's doesn't plot and connive.

Yes, did you ever speak to your parents

the way she speaks to us?

Yeah. Perhaps we should just be patient.

Oh, if only there was some way of starting over with the girl.

The lack of respect that she shows me,

as if I'm a total harpy!

Ilse!

What are you doing with Iris's things?

Mm, getting ready for the next steamer to Boston.

It's the least I could do, considering.

Considering?

Ilse: Well, you're never gonna marry her now!

Not now that she's revealed her diabolical plan

to separate us forever.

Oh, unless she's got a bun in the oven

and you have to marry her out of pity

to avoid a horrible scandal!

Ilse!

Put those things back where they belong immidiately!

Iris: That's my going away suit,

you're ruining it.

Then put it on, and go away!

Dr. Burnley: How dare you?

Oh!

Allan, no!

(Slap)

(Cries out)

Ow.

Ilse: (Sobbing)

Dr. Burnley: Ilse, forgive me.

(Crying)

And maybe I'll never be the love of your father's life,

but it's difficult to love you like a mother,

when you can't seem to abide my very existence!

However, I'm willing to try,

so let's start again.

(Door squeaks)

Ilse?

Ilse,

I'd like us to start again.

My name is Iris Campbell, and I am a doctor. (Chuckles)

Even though most people think

that uh, being a doctor goes against the very nature

of being a woman!

(Gasp)

(Door opens)

Ilse!

What are you doing out at this hour?

Is something wrong?

She slapped me.

Right across the face.

It still stings.

Feel it, it's red hot!

This is very serious, does your father know?

Oh!

He doesn't know if he's coming or going.

The way she rides rough shod over his wishes.

Imagine,

she wants to send me away, and he's agreed.

Laura: Oh...

That doesn't sound like your father at all!

He's under her spell.

Even ask Emily,

that woman's a witch!

Ilse,

you know I'd do anything in the world to help you!

All you have to do is declare your love for my father.

He'll never be able to resist!

Ilse,

oh... my sweet ilse.

(Sighs)

The time for grand declarations is lost and gone.

(Stifles a sob)

Laura: Ilse, wait!

(Sighs)

Ilse, please.

You could just stay here.

With you?

I'm not even speaking to you.

Then stay in uncle Malcolm's room.

I'm sure that would be fine with aunt Laura.

Your aunt Laura.

I used to think she'd be the perfect mother.

But she's as spineless as my father.

Come to think of it, they're the perfect pair.

Emily: (Breathing excitedly)

Please, don't go.

It's too dangerous,

I won't let you risk your life,

but I can't leave my aunt Laura right now!

Who asked you to?

Emily: (Sighs)

In this lifetime, will you ever be able to forgive me?

Even if we never lay eyes on each other

for as long as we live,

can we please part as best friends?

On one condition.

You swear never to breathe a word of my plan to anyone,

living or dead.

When they ask me,

and they will,

even if they torture me, my lips are sealed.

What about your aunt Laura?

Are you capable of lying to her for me?

I promise to try.

Goodbye, then.

Time will tell if our friendship's true.

(Sighs) Goodbye ilse burnley,

my best friend forever.

(Thunderclap)

(Chatter)

(Seagulls crying)

Ferry crewman: All up on decks!

(Boat horn sounds)

(Cow moos)

Oh! Goin' across?

Yeah.

They're one dollar.

Oh, I'm with her.

Come on.

(Horse whinnies)

(Seagulls cry)

Laura: I don't know where she went.

And the truth is, if I did know,

I don't think I could tell you in good conscience

considering what she told me.

Ilse is overwrought.

Allan, she's out of control!

She is not!

Hey, hush up.

Ilse wouldn't lie to me.

She told me what you did to her.

What I did?

Emily: Her face was still red hot

where you slapped her.

She said that I did that to her?

Damaged for life.

Excuse me please.

Dr. Burnley: Iris...

(Door latch clanks)

Laura, I struck ilse.

In a moment of weakness, I lost my temper.

Allan.

You wouldn't lift a finger to harm that child.

I swear to you on my daughter's head

that what I'm telling you is true!

No.

(Sighs)

(Door creaks)

Uh, if you see her, or hear from her...

(Door closes)

(Cow moos)

(Chatter)

Thank you.

(Clip-clop of hooves)

(Man laughing)

(Wheels squeaking)

Oh aunt Laura, I'm so proud of you,

the way you saw through Dr. Burnley.

Oh.

He had to take the blame.

Iris Campbell is his fiancee.

What choice does he have?

He can call off the wedding.

That's what any honourable man would do.

He loves her.

Only until he got to know her.

To think, I once admired Iris Campbell.

Ilse's the only one who saw her for who she really was.

Last night,

you and ilse must have spoken.

She's still furious with me.

She never told you where she was going?

No.

(Cow moos)

(Chickens cluck)

It's only a dollar.

(Chatter)

I don't know why everyone's making such a fuss

over a little slap.

It's positively beastly.

Jack: Come on.

You mean to tell me your folks never slapped you around?

Never!

(Bucket clangs)

Yours did.

Is that what you're saying?

All I'm saying is,

your little blondie friend was better off

before she ran away.

And if you know where she is, you'd best tell her father.

Emily: But that would be another betrayal,

and I don't think I could handle another disaster!

Bad things happen to girls on their own,

a lot worse than a little slap in the face!

Help me with the horse.

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Ferryman: All aboard!

(Boat horn sounds)

Broker: What are you doing there!

Oh! Let me go, you ugly old ignorant toad!

Why you gallous little bugger, you are!

Oh! Ow!

Constable!

Constable!

Constable!

Constable!

Constable:

You!

(Blows whistle)

(All shouting) Quick, there! Get back here!

Constable: Get back here!

Whoa.

I've run out of places to look.

If something was to happen to ilse,

I'll never forgive myself.

You have patients.

I better see to them.

It's a pity I can't be of more use to you.

The patients won't accept me,

neither will your daughter, or your friends.

Iris, I know it's not easy for you.

I don't wish to burden you.

Of course your daughter comes first.

(Horse snorts)

Jack: Whoa.

Emily:

Oh no!

The steamer's gone already!

Hope for her sake she's not on it!

Constable: Come along, now!

Ilse: No!

Constable: Come on!

Ilse:

Stop!

Leave me alone! No!

Emily: Ilse!

Ilse: Stop! (Yelps)

Ilse!

Ilse: Emily!

Ilse!

Oh my god! What have they done to you?

Ilse: Emily!

Jack: Emily, stop!

We have to tell her father.

Oh, let go of me! What's going to happen?

Ilse: Leave me alone! Emily!

Emily!

Emily!

(Panting)

Let me go!

Let me out of here!

Emily!

No. Let me go!

Ow! Please...

Leave me alone!

Emily!

Help me!

Please! Stop!

(Laughing and mocking voices)

Ilse: Emily! Don't touch me!

Please let go!

(Screams)

Let go!

(Panicked screaming)

(Cacophony of taunting voices)

(Cries out)

Emily!

Emily!

(Struggling)

Judge: Ilse burnley, for the misdemeanor of hijinks,

no!

The offense at hand reads:

For the hideous crime of conduct unbefitting

a doctor's daughter,

judge: You have been remanded to the custody of your father.

Let me out of here!

(Gavel bangs)

Ilse: Let me go!

(Knocking)

(Latch clicks)

Please don't be too mad at her.

Ilse!

Oh, thank goodness!

I'm sorry, father.

(Sighs)

(Crying)

Oh. Heh! Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.

Got right colourful language for a doctor's daughter!

Like she was born in a barn, and brought up on the docks!

(Chuckles)

Oh, I'm sorry if I was rude.

You are a fortunate young lady,

ilse burnley.

You were brought back home like this

only because you're a doctor's daughter.

What happens to the others?

Suppose I wasn't yours...

Emily: Oh, ilse, it would have been a nightmare!

A school for delinquents.

Often, a lunatic asylum.

I'm sorry, father!

I'm terribly sorry!

It's not sufficient to apologize only to me.

(Sighs)

Ilse: Well, um, please forgive me, sir. How can I make amends?

About that woman-

Dr. Burnley: (Clears throat)

Miss Campbell.

Dr. Campbell.

(Sighs)

Dr. Campbell never touched a hair on my head.

I provoked my father to a point where he lost his temper.

(Sighs) I am a horrible liar, and she's not a witch.

♪

Um...

I-I think you're a very nice lady,

and you make my father very happy.

I thought you were quite through telling fibs.

Well, it's true

that my father's not as miserable as he used to be.

Please, don't go.

Iris: Well, under one condition.

When I marry your father,

I want you to stand beside me

as my maid of honour.

(Sighs)

(Horse snorts)

(Horse whinnies loudly)

Laura: (Breathing with discomfort)

Today is your special day, aunt Laura.

What's all this?

Beginnings are terribly important.

How is your day going so far?

(Sighs excitedly) I have all the rest planned.

All your favourite things.

But my birthday's not for another month!

(Laughs)

Details!

I declare this day special.

Breakfast in bed, and then a buggy ride

along the sea shore.

(Sighs) Well, that's very sweet of you,

but I'm afraid all the tea in China won't change the fact

that Allan burnley is getting married today,

or that you lied to me about ilse's whereabouts.

(Sighs) Well, it was either lie to you,

or betray my best friend!

But it was still lying.

I know. I'm sorry.

(Excited sigh)

But you must come and see what we've done!

Jack and I worked for hours, the buggy's so glorious!

Oh!

I don't think I'm doing any buggy riding today.

Oh, please aunt Laura,

I'm determined to keep you smiling all day long.

I can't bear to see you cranky and glum

and down in the dumps!

Oh, I didn't sleep a wink last night, Emily.

Attack of the nerves.

It's worse than I thought!

I had a pain.

And there was some blood.

(Hens clucking)

She made me swear not to tell him.

She won't have me ruining Dr. Burnley's wedding day.

Well, those are her wishes.

And to ignore them could only lead to one thing.

Like, like tidal waves,

earthquakes, locusts! Shades of Shakespeare!

The end of the world is upon us!

Stop it!

You don't even know Dr. Burnley!

If something were to happen to aunt Laura,

and I never told him,

he would never be able to forgive me!

(Sighs) Besides,

it's not like he wants to marry Iris Campbell.

It's not even a real wedding!

There's not even a luncheon afterwards.

You mean, you're not invited?

We'd be doing him a favour.

Woman: There is not a cloud in the sky...

Iris: Boarding school is not a punishment!

It's rather an opportunity for a classical education.

And besides, your father and I

will be visiting you twice a year.

At Christmas and easter.

We're ready to proceed.

Oh dear.

I'll get your father.

Imagine that, a bride without a groom!

Imagine, a witch without a broom!

Emily: Ilse!

Ilse: Emily!

Ilse! You look just like-

a beautiful angel!

Botticelli's Venus!

Potbelly's Venus!

Is that why you're here? To make fun of me?

Emily!

What a pleasant surprise!

Iris: Hello, dear.

You'll stay for tea and cake after the ceremony.

Ilse, your bouquet.

Come, Allan.

Emily: Dr. Burnley-

w-we didn't come for cake.

Allan, the minister.

Can it wait?

Absolutely.

Absolutely not!

Is it Laura?

Is something wrong with Laura?

Is there something wrong with the baby?

We don't know.

Definitely. Terribly.

Iris, I won't be long.

I beg you to understand, and to wait.

No, Allan.

I won't be doing either.

I've treated a hundreds of patients in your condition.

Dr. Burnley: Dr. Campbell was a resident

at the hospital for women in Boston.

Laura: Please believe me Allan,

it was never my intention to disrupt your wedding.

I made Emily promise!

Laura, no one is accusing you!

Allan please,

you're my doctor.

Dr. Campbell is more qualified in this area.

Now, Mrs. Bowles.

May I call you Laura?

I...

It's not unusual to have light bleeding

in the first months of pregnancy.

I-I'm very frightened.

I, I know that things can go wrong.

I understand.

I don't have any children of my own,

but I've brought a lot of healthy babies

into this world.

But you're going to need to stay off your feet

until the bleeding stops.

What if it doesn't?

Well, in my experience, it usually does.

Well I, I'm very relieved to hear you say that.

I'm gonna give you a little something.

I don't take laudanum!

Good.

This is chloral hydrate.

Relax your nerves a bit.

And Laura,

the more relaxed that you can stay,

the better it is for your baby.

I don't wanna lose my baby!

I think this baby is going to be just fine.

(Sharp indrawn breath)

Does he hiccup?

(Laughs)

(Both laugh)

Ilse: Is she all right?

(Door clicks shut)

Dr. Burnley she's in very capable hands.

Ilse: That woman!

Emily: All we can do is wait and pray.

Ilse: If anything ever happened to Laura Murray,

I don't know what I'd do.

I love her!

We all do. Very much.

(Door opens)

Well, she's resting comfortably.

Now, Emily.

I'm goinna need you to see to it

that she gets

plenty of fluids,

lots and lots of rest,

and good, healthy food.

But what about the baby?

I am optimistic.

I just had to see with my own eyes.

That it's true what she says, you're really fine.

Iris Campbell is a very good doctor.

I-I didn't want to trust her,

but I'm glad I did.

You don't expect me to like her?

Oh, I expect that you will one day, over time.

Well, I don't have any time.

I'm being dumped in a boarding school

in Philadelphia.

Visits twice a year,

Christmas and easter.

Dr. Burnley: Ilse! We must allow Laura to rest.

Allan, why not let ilse stay here at new moon

for the next little while?

How will you manage?

Houseguests can be a burden.

You need to stay off of your feet more!

Ilse's not a burden,

she's a joy!

I swear I'll earn my keep.

Please let me stay?

At least until you're back from your honeymoon.

Iris: Well, I imagine an extra set of hands

could be of use around here.

Ilse: (Gasp)

Laura: (Relieved sigh)

Ilse: (Laughs and sobs)

Emily: When Shakespeare's plays come to an end,

destiny and justice prevail.

Betrayals are punished,

innocence is redeemed.

Lovers are reunited.

They marry, and live happily ever after.

Children and other messy complications

don't figure in to these scenarios at all.

In this modern life,

men and woman can't expect earthquakes and storms

to warn them that they are making disastrous mistakes

by betraying their very own hearts.

Which is a pity.

The present would run ever so smoothly

if we could just get an inkling

of what the future holds.

Some people would give their eye teeth

to go to a boarding school in Philadelphia.

Well, you can go in my place,

if you'd like!

(Scoffs)

All I'm saying is,

even the word Philadelphia sounds prestigious.

(Tsks) Well, all I'm saying

is that the burnley bum

will never grace the indoor plumbing

of the Agnes irwin prestigious prison for girls!

Emily: (Laughs)

(Pillow whooshes)

(Giggles)

(Pillows thump) (Laughing)

(Struggling and laughing)

Emily: (Shrieks)

(Grunts of effort)

Oh no!

(Giggling)

(Squeals)

(Both laughing)

Emily!