All language subtitles for 1997_Oscar_And_Lucinda_HD_VOSTFREN.6.7

[ Drumroll ]

[ Orchestral Fanfare ]

[ Sea Gull Calling ]

[ Water Lapping ]

¶¶ [ Choir Singing ]

[ Man Narrating ]
I would have no story
to tell you...

if my great-grandfather
had not wagered everything...

to bring that church here
to the Bellinger River,

or if Lucinda Leplastrier
had not been given
the Prince Rupert's drop.

[ Hiccups ]
[ Man ]
Surprise!

[ Woman ]
Surprise!
[ Chuckles ]

Happy birthday, Lucinda.

Oh, it's beautiful.

[ Woman ]
Your own Rupert's drop.
[ Man ] Careful. Not too tight.

Gently.

[ Gasps ]

- You see?
Not even with a hammer.
- I'll try the ax.

Lucinda,
try the pliers.

I like it just as it is.
[ Woman ]
Go on.

Take the plunge.
You'll see.

[ Man ]
Just there.
One, two, three.

[ Man ]
Now! Oh!

[ Both Laughing ]

[ Narrator ]
My great-grandfather
Oscar Hopkins...

had skin like his mother's.

Although the cancer
had been removed...

by acid dropped
onto her tender skin,

she had died anyway.
Papa!

Papa!
[ Crying ]

Papa!

Go!

Go! Go!

Leave me!

Papa!

Go!

[ Wailing ]

- Oscar!
- Papa! Aah!

[ Crying ]
Little Oscar.

The sea, from then on,
would always smell
of death to Oscar.

[ Church Bells Ringing ]

[ Papa ] It shall be
a day like any other
of the Almighty's days.

There will be no mockery
of the Almighty
with pagan rituals.

Others may judge and laugh,

but they are in a darkness
of their own making...

and will burn in hell.

"And the light shineth
in the darkness,

and the darkness
comprehended it not."

Nay, we shall not
use the name,

the popish name
others confer upon it--

Christ's mass.

You have reclassified
your mama's buttons.

Yes, Father.

The taxonomic principle
being color,

with the spectrum
from left to right.

With size the second
principle of order.

Very good.

All right.
[ Papa ] Give me neither
poverty nor riches.

Feed me with food
convenient to me.

Amen.
Amen.

Excuse me, sir.
Would Master Hopkins help with
the pollard for the pig's swill?

Very well.

Here.

What is it?

It's Christmas pudding.
For you.

Well, eat up.

- [ Groans ]
- [ Both Gasping ]

This is the food of Satan!

Sir, it be Christmas day.

Some call it that,
but none in my employ.

Well, Master Hopkins,

you will be a good helper
and fetch up
the specimen buckets.

[ Narrator ]
Oscar had tasted the pudding.

It did not taste like
the fruit of Satan.

Dear God,

if it is your desire
that your flock eat pudding...

in celebration
of thy birth as a man,

then show thy humble
supplicant a sign.

[ Oscar ]
Dear God,

if it be thy will that
thy people eat pudding,

smite him!
Oscar!

Oscar!

[ Gasps ]

[ Narrator ]
Oscar was frightened
by what he had begun.

[ Oscar ]
The Brethren.

Baptists.

Catholics.

Anglicans.
[ Narrator ]
Now his father...

no longer knew
the true will of God,

Oscar devised a way of asking
the question directly.

Show me a sign
that thou talkest to me.

Please.
Dear God, no!

[ Narrator ]
God repeated the message
again and again--

Anglican, Anglican,
Anglican.

One, two, three,
four, five, six.

Oscar did not wish
to leave the shelter
of the Plymouth Brethren,

but this was where God
wished him to go.

That is precisely
my point, Hugh.

Divine grace
cannot be sought.

It is given.

Oh, look, Betty.
It's a new crack.

Look, Betty.
It is new.

Stop.
You'll make it worse.

They appear overnight.

Do you know how much was
in the plate this morning?

The walls have always
been damp, Hugh.
We haven't died from it.

[ Hugh ]
That dissenter steals
our congregation one by one.

We'll have nothing
while he gets fat.

That's his boy.
Yes, so it is.

[ Betty ]
Hugh, your back!

Go home! Go home!
Go away! Go on!

Get off my lettuces!
Off!

Wait! I am called!

I am called.

They're only raisins.
He's probably
unfamiliar with them.

What will your poor father do?
Think of the pain
you will cause him.

I know, but he is
in error, you see.

He is not saved.

But still, you will
go home to him.

Hugh?

I cannot,
no matter how much
I want to.

But surely,
your father loves you.

Yes.

Very much.
I also love him.

But, Hugh,
the-- the cost.

- The boy is called.
- Well, in what sense "called"?

He is called
to holy orders.

You have had
three glasses, Hugh.

I shall coach him
in his articles, Betty.

He'll go
to my old college.

Think of that.

[ Narrator ]
Oscar knew that
the Brethren prayed...

for the sinner
to be returned to the fold.

But it was as impossible
for him to return...

as it was for his father
to order him home.

Neither would budge.

[ Speaking French ]

[ Narrator ]
Lucinda's mother knew
that she had produced...

a proud, square peg,

in the full knowledge
that from coast to coast,

there were nothing
but round holes.

[ French Continues ]

¶¶ [ Humming ]

[ Dog Barking ]

[ Girl ]
Good boy.

Eight eggs!

I went for a swim.

[ Coughing ]

We should have returned home
after your father's death.

Returned home?
To England.

I can tolerate what...
I've done to myself staying on,

but I can't bear to think
what I've done to you.

Mama!

You're so hot.

I'm freezing.

¶¶ [ Oscar Humming ]

[ Men Yelling ]

¶¶ [ Continues ]
[ Knocking ]

Hey, odd bod, hunt's on!
[ Chattering ]

[ Students Chanting ]
Odd bod! Odd bod!
Odd bod! Odd bod!

[ Chanting Continues ]

[ Cheering, Whooping ]

No!
[ Chanting Fades ]

¶ There's none
like Nancy Dawson ¶

¶ Alas, alack, I love the track
Alas, alack
I love the track ¶

¶ Alas, alack
I love the track
And I love Nancy Dawson ¶

[ Knocking ]

[ Knocking ]

I say, these are
West's rooms.

West? No, um--

Fish.
Fish, they are my rooms.

He has new rooms
on this staircase. Damn it,
I'm sure the scout said two.

Maybe it was one.
Oh, no, please, please.
Come in, come in.

Ah.

Um-- Uh--

I say, odd bod,
do you like a flutter?

A flutter, Fish?

No, of course you don't.
What is a flutter?

It is to do
with the racetrack.

Oh.
Um, ath-- athletics?

Horse races.
Horses?

And, um,
which part of the race
involves the flutter?

A wager, a bet--
a flutter.

You do know
what a bet is?
No, um, I-I don't.

You give your money
to chaps,

and if the horse you like
is the one that wins,

then they give you
double your money back--

or treble or whatever.
Treble your money
for-- for guessing?

Guessing correctly.
[ Laughs ]
You mock me.

No, no.
This is all new to me.

I was raised in a little
village in Devon,
very much out of the way.

Look here, odd bod,
I have to dash.

Perhaps you could, uh,
call me Hopkins.
Call you what?

My-My name-- Hopkins.

¶¶ [ Calliope ]

[ People Chattering ]

[ Fish ]
Do not rattle your sovereigns.
You are not a plunger.

What is a plunger?
A plunger?
West is a plunger.

He starts off
with a couple of sovs,
comes up trumps,

then dabs it all down
on the second
and loses the lot.

Look at her.
Revenger's Lass--
3-to-1 in the first.

It's the day for
a powerful bum like that.
¶¶ [ Call To The Post ]

Look at that backside.
Just look.

[ Chuckling ]

Now, number 10 is...

the Sailor.

Uh--
You have caught
the germ.

No, no, thank you.
I am corrupting you.

No, Fish.
Fish, don't you see?
You should not be here.

No. You are
an agent of the Lord.

Whoa, odd bod.
Ease up.

I have been praying to God
for funds, and now...

I shall be able
to pay my bills.

Quick, or we'll miss
the first.

I am already damned,
of course.

[ Oscar ]
That's the Sailor. Fish,
has that got a powerful bum?

[ All Shouting ]

Odd bod, come on.

[ Narrator ]
My great-grandfather
won his first bet.

In the case histories
of pathological gamblers,

you'll find the same story
told time and time again.

[ Ax Blows Falling ]

Stop!
Those trees are mine!
Stop it!

No, she would've
talked of it to me.

She intended
to return home.

But this is our home.

No, that is not
my mother's signature.

Indeed it is.
She signed it
in my office.

She had it all
calculated--

five farms, you see,
at 4,000 acres apiece.

You say
all this is mine?
Held in trust by me.

Until you are of age.
My mother would not
have done that.

Dear little girl,
with a fortune such as this,
you'll be married in a jiffy.

But why was I not told this?
I would have told you today,
after your mother's funeral.

If you had not run away.
No, I--
I'm staying here.

You-- You cannot. Your new home
is with Mrs. Ahearn
and myself in Parramatta.

Yes, you will go
to Mrs. Cousin's
School for Young Ladies.

No! No!

Oh, dear.

[ Moans ]

Come, come, girlie.
Do not touch me!

You will be rich
one day.

That is not the point.

[ Sobbing ]
Not the point.

[ Narrator ]
Lucinda had never
been on a boat.

She had never been
to Sydney.

She carried with her
a bank draft
for her entire fortune,

as well as an itchy
impatience to grasp
what her mother had called...

the working world.

When Lucinda
exploded her present
of the Prince Rupert's drop,

it was not something
she easily forgot.

She knew that glass
is a thing in disguise,

is not solid at all,
but a liquid.

And even while
it is as frail as the ice
on a Parramatta puddle,

it is stronger
than Sydney sandstone.

It was as good a material
as any to build a life on.

[ Whistle Sounding ]

[ People Chattering ]

Thank you.

One is more
than enough, miss.

Oh.

Good luck, miss.

[ Man ]
This Frenchman,
Leplastrier--

If he expects to find
an expert on glass,

I am afraid he'll find
only an enthusiast.

However, he has found out
my little hobby,
and I shall try to advise.

[ Knocking ]
[ Door Opens ]

Your visitor, sir.

Jolly good.
Show him in.

Monsieur Leplastrier.

This is from Botany,

and the other is
from Hallet's in London.

Hold them up to the light.
Compare them.

The London--
this one--

it's quite yellow,

and this is--

Oh, it is so clear.
It is lovely.

Now...

the pièce de résistance.

Oh!

- No! No, you must not.
- Why must I not?

Because...
you know what will happen,

well, when it is... gone.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing
to be sorry for.

The glassworks
that are for sale
in Darling Harbour--

- I wish to buy them.
- To buy?

Would you help me?

But I have no knowledge
of the commercial side.

My theory is adequate,
of course, but--
[ Door Opens ]

I'll be there
in a minute, Frazer.
Very good, sir.

[ Sighs ]
Don't worry about him.
Now stay, please.

Soon, though,
I have clergyman's business
to attend to.

Yes. You cannot help me.
On the contrary.

Of course I shall help you
to buy your glassworks.

I have more than
£10,000.

The deuce you do.

Will you take
the plunge with me?

[ Chuckling ]

Monsieur Leplastrier.
[ Chuckling ]

[ Oscar ]
Fifteen, 16, 17,
17, 18, 19--

Stop. More for you,
less for the poor.

Well, this is
all I need.
You need new togs.

What is wrong
with my togs?
[ Laughs ]

Everything.

[ Sighs ]
You rake it in,
then throw it away.

Look at you.
You look like a scarecrow.

Perhaps because
I'm wearing your coat.

¶¶ [ Humming ]

Pardon me.

[ Hugh ]
You've paid your buttery bill.
I inquired. And drinking coffee.

No, not coffee.
No?

I have a question for you.
It is this--

Do you have an income?

No, thank you.
I'd rather stand.

- I will take it very ill
if you've tricked me.
- I have not tricked you.

It's 15 years since
I could afford coffee,

and now, you, a poor creature
who has nothing in the world...

save what I can
scrape together,
is so gracious...

as to send me...

this luxury.

I only wish you
not to worry.

God will provide for me.

Did you not enjoy
your coffee?
Do not I beg you be so simple.

You're poisoned
by your father's ideas.

- I may be simple--
- Your father is paying you.

I swear he is not.

He would not pay a penny
to send me here.

We've only met four times
since we parted.

Then where does
the money come from?

I am here in Oxford...

to raise funds
for the restoration
of my little church.

Now, you must promise me...

never to be involved
in anything amiss.

I cannot have my name
brought low.

My dear Mr. Stratton,

there is no need
for such a promise.

I sent you the coffee
because I love you both.

I meant no offense.

Miss?

Uh, would you leave
the glass samples out,
please, Kate?

Just left out, miss?
Like that?
Mm-hmm.

I have them all
in categories, you see.

[ Narrator ]
The Reverend Dennis Hasset knew
his behavior was reckless.

His diary recorded
the first meeting
with this unusual girl,

and after that,
many red slashes
across previous appointments--

even one parish meeting.

You were right
in your choice of the navy.

[ Clears Throat ]
Uh, excellent.

Who is that creature?

[ Narrator ] Sydney got ready
to be scandalized.
I do agree.

It could not bear to see
the two of them together.

Let her socialize
with the notorious
Charlie Fig if she wished,

or with her accountant,
Jimmy D'Abbs.

Pay up double, everyone.
Pay up double.
Oh, dear.

Harvey Briggs has
bought himself a steamer.

Oh, he can take us
up to Pittwater.

Or across to
Mossman's Bay.

Who'd trust Briggsy
with a steamer?
I would rather Pittwater.

[ Man ]
We could take her out
for the day.

Look at this.
Two weeks ago,

she spilled them everywhere.
[ Woman Gasps ]

- Have you had enough of cards?
- Oh, please,
just one more hand.

You have already lost
three guineas,
and it is after 2:00.

One more hand.

D'Abbs, you're to be looking
out for the girl's money, not
trying to take it from her.

- She is free to leave, Fig.
- Pass.

Pass.
Five, with hearts.

[ Woman ]
Pass.
Eight, with spades.

A duck to water.
She's caught the bug.

[ Fig ]
We are corrupting you.

[ Coins Clinking ]

[ Hasset ]
I am jealous of your passion,
I must admit.

You are making fun of me.
Not at all.

I am a cold man
warming myself
at someone else's fire.

You will help me
to exercise it carefully,
with caution?

We shall co-opt, of course.
I have a friend--
a clever chap called Wilson.

I wish you'd let me carry those.
Oh, they're nothing. I have
worked on a farm, you know.

London, of course,
is where you should go.

London? But I have only
just arrived here.

To buy the very latest
machinery. That will make
Sydney sit up.

Um--
[ Both Chuckling ]

Is he--
Yes, miss.

I have signed!
[ Laughing ]

I own the glassworks.

My congratulations.

I must confess
to feeling scared.

I broke with my friend
Tom Wilson this afternoon.

Why is that?

He said things about you
that are scurrilous.

What things?

That you stay up
all night gambling...

with Jimmy D'Abbs
and Charlie Fig...

and others of that type.

I told Wilson such stories
are pure fabrication,

that they should not
be repeated.

I told him that D'Abbs
was your accountant,

that you did go
and see him, that, indeed,
I went with you.

There's no more to it,
is there?

I am sorry you argued
with your friend.

Is there any truth
in his story?

I have been
to Mr. D'Abbs's house.

Gambling?

I was lonely.

But you have been here
three or four evenings
each week.

Wilson mentioned
gambling parties...

on a boat
at Pittwater.

And dancing--

not once,
but twice.

There was no dancing.

Well, I must go.
But you came
to celebrate.

- [ Yawns ]
I am too sleepy.
- But we're having beef.

- I have to meet Mr. Queale.
- At this hour?

Well, there's still
another paper to sign.

But his office
will be closed.

We are to meet
at Petty's Hotel.

I am sorry
about your friend.

[ Narrator ]
Lucinda had an immense
feeling of relief--

no responsibility,
no choice.

Every loss was one brick less
in the foundation
of her fortune.

[ Man Chattering ]

Three-to-one.
All bets placed and--
[ Bell Rings ]

[ People Yelling ]

Come on, Major!
Go for it, Major!
Go for it!

[ Man ]
Don't run, Perkins!

[ Oscar ]
I inquired last week about
the church missionary society.

Sorry, sir.
Slow down, odd bod.

They will have me
if I wish.
For what?

I inquired about
New South Wales.

There is no need
to frighten yourself
with such ideas.

Look at me, Fish.
I have changed.

Look at what I have become.

Oh, strike me.
What have you become?

I have become vile.

You are not vile.

It's just that
you do not fit.

Shh. Speak quietly.
You are perfectly unique.

Do you... fit?
Me?

Oh, I fit.
I daresay,
I fit all too well.

Look at me.
I'm about to marry
a bishop's daughter.

You cannot fit
more than that.

The, uh-- The school pays
for all my needs, but...

I-- I cannot stop gambling.

But you give it
all away.

You do not even have
coal for a fire.

Look at how you live.

You have nothing.
Look at your togs.

And stop fidgeting.

I have sunk so low.

I gamble,
even on the Sabbath--

on cards, on dogs,
anything--
whatever is going.

You do not have to go
to New South Wales
for penance.

And anyway,
you cannot.

Why not?

Because you cannot bear
a little aqua.

You could not sail
as far as Calais.

You wish me
to flip this?

Oh--

Yes.

You know I only use
my own coins.

[ Shudders ]

Call.

Call.
No, I-- I cannot.

Why not?

- I'm frightened.
- Then why do such things
to yourself?

- Come, dear odd bod.
- Heads.

[ Narrator ]
For a man who could not bear
a little aqua,

thesLeviathan was
the only ship to travel on.

In second class,
you could go eight weeks...

and never find your way
to a porthole
with a view of the sea.

Pauvre vache.
Non, c'est drole.

The owner of Prince Rupert's
Glassworks had been told
that on a clear day,

from first class,
you could see
all the way to China.

[ Mooing ]

[ Fish ]
Up we go. Hold tight.

In a trice, Hopkins,
as I told you.

In a trice.
[ Chuckling ]

Goodness, what a splurge
all this is.

Is it you that paid
the boy's passage?

I would not have him
go away.

Well, it certainly wasn't
the missionary society.

[ Fish ]
Hopkins's old man
writes about the "yea," Melody.

Melody?

Mr. Carlyle's
eternal "yea."

[ Melody ]
Dearest, you make no sense.

[ Oscar ]
For the many singular
kindnesses, et cetera,

bestowed by him
on his devoted pupils...

during their three--

their three--

Father.

Get up.
You are not one of them.

O Lord God--

O Lord God,

this is my son,

from whom I have been
estranged.

These are his friends
and fellow voyagers.

O Lord,

what can we do?

This is your caul,
from off your little head
when you were born.

It is said to save you
from drowning.

Will we never stand
together with God
on that happy day?

[ Chattering ]

[ Ship's Horn Blowing ]

[ Man ]
All ashore that's going ashore!

All ashore
that's going ashore!

[ Narrator ]
Oscar knew
it was only superstition...

that said a caul could
prevent you from drowning,

yet he clung
to the belief anyway.

[ Bell Ringing ]

You can no longer
put me off.

There has been too much
cat and mouse.

We did not think that we were
educating a wealthy man.
I am not a wealthy man.

I am not a cadger.
I do not come here
to beg, but...

you must tell me how it is
you managed all this.

If I were to tell you
and my father heard of it,

it would be a torture
beyond his toleration.

You have my word
he never shall.

[ Man ]
All ashore
that's going ashore!

Oh, dear Oscar,
accept my word.

I have...

gambled.

I knew it.
[ Ship's Horn Blowing ]

So, you gambled.
The ship is moving.

You have a system.
Is that what you call it?
System?

You have a system,

and you will
write it down for me.

It's not a simple thing
you can just write down.
We have left it too late.

Write it down, boy!
I beg you!
You must go!

Is it horses?

[ Ship's Horn Blowing ]

It is.

Do you swear
before God...

that you will send me
your system?

I do.

[ Bell Ringing ]
You must go.

[ Man ] All ashore
that's going ashore!
Go!

Right.
Round again, are we?
Okay, raising to you.

I'm out.
I'm in.

Right. Well, looks like
I'm playing at the wrong time.

I'll have double.

Let's have a look at you.

Thank you very much. Ta.
[ Laughing ]

[ Chattering Continues ]
[ Coins Clinking ]

Eeny, meeny, miney...

mo.

[ Gasps ]

I am in the habit of making,
uh, my confession.

Oh. Um, quite.

Uh, Lucinda Leplastrier.
How do you do?

Oscar Hopkins.
How do you do?

Do you hear confession?
I have done,
on occasion, yes.

Oh, but perhaps it is not
a habit you approve of.

No, no, no.
I, um-- Well, um, no.

- Would you, uh, hear mine?
- Of course.

Thank you.

Um, where shall
I find you?
What?

I'm in first cla--
first class.

Um--

[ Door Closes ]

¶¶ [ Choir Singing ]

[ Narrator ]
In order that I exist,
two gamblers--

one obsessive,
the other compulsive--

must declare themselves.

[ Knocking ]

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Gasps ]

You must excuse me
for not coming earlier.

Of course.

You must come
and look at my view.

The purser calls them
landscape windows,
but I argue...

they should be
called seascape win--
[ Groaning ]

[ Mutters ]

You-- You see, I, uh--

I have a phobia
about the ocean.

Yes, my-- my father
was a naturalist...

and was in the ocean
all the time.

I, too, when I was
a little chap,

but I developed
a nervousness about it,
like some have with heights.

So to come up here
with all this glass...

to hear your confession,

I feared it was more
than I could manage.

[ Chuckling ]
But I owe you an apology.
I'm--

As you see, I was--
I was capable
of coming all the time.

Uh, confession.

"The, uh-- The Lord
be in thy heart...

"and on thy lips
and give thee grace...

to make a true
and faithful confession."

So, uh--

I--

I co-- confess
to God Almighty...

and...

the whole company
of heaven...

that I have sinned.
Mm-hmm.

I have attended rooms
in Drury Lane...

for-for the purpose
of playing fan-tan.

I-- I've played dice
on a train...
full of racing types.

Well, I did not attend
the racetrack, but...

I went on that train
expressly to play dice.

I tried to persuade
a business colleague of mine
to take me to a cockfight.

[ Groaning ]
No, he refused, but...

I would have gone.
Mm-hmm.

I set up the table here
like this...

as a trap for the stewards
who I know to play... poker.

[ Groaning ]

I wished to play with them.

The-The-The dice--

The dice that you
played on the train,

was it Dutch hazards?

Yes, it-- it was.

We also played another game.
Old British, perhaps?

No. In New South Wales,
it is known as seventh man.

- And who provided the Peter?
- The Peter?

- The term is unknown to you?
- No, no. I... think
it's quite familiar.

[ Laughing ]
I thought so.

[ Laughs Nervously ]
Uh--

These, uh, terms,
Mr. Hopkins--

[ Tapping ]

Are they also, uh,
familiar to you?

Look, I'm afraid so.
Well--

- This is most improper.
- I don't think so.

Um, you have not
absolved me.

Where is the sin?

We bet!

It is all in Pascal, you know.
We bet that there is a God.

We bet our life on it.
We calculate the odds,
the return,

that we shall sit
with the saints in paradise.

Our anxiety
about our bet...

wakes us before dawn
in a cold sweat,

and God--
God sees us suffer.

I cannot believe
that such a God whose--

whose fundamental requirement
of us is that we gamble
our mortal souls.

It's true, no, we stake
everything on the fact
of his existence.

I cannot believe that such
a God can look unkindly
on a chap...

wagering a few quid
on the likelihood
of a dumb animal...

crossing the line first,
un-unless--

unless it-it-it might
be considered a--

a blasphemy to apply
to common pleasure...

that which is divine.

[ Sets Card Deck Down ]
Shall we play?

- Yes!
- Yes!

Yes.

[ Oscar ]
Bet one shilling.

[ Lucinda ]
I raise you a shilling.

[ Oscar ]
And...

then I sh--

I shall see you.

- Whoo!
- [ Both Laugh ]

[ Oscar ]
Your two and four.

[ Lucinda ]
Your four.

[ Ship Creaking ]

I raise you three.

I'll see you.
[ Thunder Crashing ]

Uh-- Uh--

[ Moaning ]

I have led you astray!
What?

No, I have led you astray.
You must forgive me.

Yes, yes. Of course
I forgive you.
[ Gasps ]

- [ Laughs ]
- [ Wind Howling ]

[ Moaning ]

- I played for pleasure.
- No! No!

I played for pleasure!

Please!

[ Object Shatters ]
Oh, dear.

[ Moaning ]

[ Narrator ]
The scandal kept
Lucinda a prisoner...

in her stateroom.

She waited for Oscar
to apologize,

but she did not hear a word.

My great-grandfather
did not emerge from his cabin...

until the pinchgut cannons
saluted the great ship's entry
into Sydney Harbor.

[ Cannons Firing ]

[ Ship's Horn Blowing ]

[ Crowd Cheering ]

¶¶ [ Overture From
The Barber Of Sevilles]

¶ Red is the rose
by yonder garden grows ¶

¶ And fair is the lily
of the valley ¶

¶ Clear is the water ¶

¶ That flows from the Boyne ¶

¶ But my love is fairer ¶

¶ Than any ¶¶

Do not fear
for your wife's cloth, Dean.

My lord, I--
Not a drop will spill.
You'll see I was not boasting.

I'll take a small bet
on it.

Will no one humor me?
Uh--
[ Coughs ]

Half a crown, my lord.

Double or nothing.
Done.

Now,

concentrate.

Watch.

You will not see this done
by many other bishops.

Allow me to remove this.
No, no, no. Leave it,
leave it, leave it.

Ha!
[ Object Shatters ]

[ Laughing ]
You did not believe
that I could do it.

Well done, my lord.

[ Bishop ] I hear that
your glass lady's returned.

[ Hasset ]
Beg your pardon, my lord?

[ Bishop ]
Youretite amie.

[ Hasset ]
Miss Leplastrier
is not that, my lord.

She has arrived
just in time
for your farewells.

I am told the parish
is called Never-never.

Our last chap
was run out of town.

"Never, never come back,"
they told him.

Miss Leplastrier?

Is that the Miss Leplastrier
who has just returned
from England?

- Have you met?
- Yes.

[ Lucinda ]
Then I am responsible
for your exile.

Yes, and you have tried
to hide it from me.
Hush.

Oh, I never thought--
Now hush, do you hear me?
You're wrong, quite wrong.

Please.

It is wholly theological.
You are not
forced to go.

I have no choice.
I must go where I'm sent.

By God?
Of course.

Or a man,
the bishop?

Please.
Do leave it alone.

What will happen
to you in a place...

where there is nothing
but mud and taverns?

There's no church.
No church building.

Stay. Please.

We can have the works
together.

And neither of us lonely.

No, I must go.

So you will preach
what you do not believe...

to men who do not care?
I shall preach
what I do believe.

There's no virgin birth?

That Christ died
for our sins,

that we might be redeemed
through his blood,

that we might sit
at the side of God in heaven.

There is a part of you
that wishes to be sent away.

Quite a large part.

Hmm.

Who will I have
to talk to?

[ Hoofbeats ]
[ Man Yelling ]

[ Objects Clinking ]

[ Hoofbeats Grow Louder ]

[ Knocking ]
[ Door Opens ]

[ Hoofbeats Fade ]

[ Door Closes ]

Does the track bother you,
Reverend?

A little, Mrs. Judd.

You grow accustomed
to it...

in time.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

[ Hoofbeats ]
[ Objects Clinking ]

[ Men Yelling ]

Three shillings and threepence.
That's every penny, Hugh.

We'll double it.
All my capital.

Treble it.
The system works.
It's foolproof.

It has not been
thus far.
The boy has proven it.

Dear Betty,
have faith.

[ Betty ]
Hugh! Wait!

Oh, Hugh. Please.

Please, Hugh.
I can't keep up. Hugh!

[ Girl ]
Mrs. Chadwick?

Mrs. Chadwick?

I cannot find Paraguay,
Mrs. Chadwick.

Have you looked
in the index, Alice?

[ Narrator ]
Even her duties
as a governess...

did not prevent
twice-widowed Miriam Chadwick...

from chasing after
another possible husband.

[ Metal Clanging ]

I am sorry we have no better
a place for service.

Why be sorry, verger?

Wherever we're gathered,
isn't it true,
God is with us,

in a cathedral
or under a tree,

as with
our first settlers.

Our Lord was born
in a stable, verger.
[ Footsteps ]

I have brought flowers
for the altar.

Thank you.

[ Narrator ]
Now Lucinda
had lost her only friend.

She wrote to him
almost daily.

[ Lucinda's Voice ]
What do you think of a glass
arcade to cover George Street,

or a little pyramid of glass
for the circular quay?

I do wish you were here
to advise me.

Are you homesick for Sydney?

[ Men Speaking Chinese ]

[ Chinese Continues ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Coins Banging Table ]

[ Men Chattering Loudly ]

Heads.

[ Laughs ]

[ Mrs. Judd ]
Oh, Mr. Judd,
the reverend's flowers!

Whose dratted horse
is that?

Silly bloody animal.

No, Mr. Hasset did not ask
to go north. He was sent.

I asked
and was refused.
The bishop refused you?

Mr. Judd,
what's going on?

The Reverend Hasset,
is he, um,

a good friend?

Mmm. He is
a very dear friend.

[ Shuffling Cards ]

Oh, look!
[ Gasps ]

Ah.

- [ Mr. Judd Clears Throat ]
- [ Grunts ]

Come on!
[ Clears Throat ]

I'll tell you, sir--
Mr. Judd, Mrs. Judd.

Please, come in.

[ Oscar ]
Here we are.

You've been gambling, sir.
We'll not have this.
You can't deny it.

I'm not denying it.
She's slipping out.

I meant
no offense.
She's putting on her hat.

She is my guest,
Mrs. Judd.
A pretty name for it!

Mrs. Judd!
I will not be stopped.
He is a hypocrite.

We make him lovely vestments.
He will not wear them.
Isn't that true?

You think God would rather
see you looking like a crow?
No. I wear what I believe--

You dress like
a scarecrow, sir!
Dresses like a scarecrow.

And he throws out our music
and our candles.

And here he is with cards
and women in the temple!

You are a rude woman,
and you are a rude man.

You imagine you are civilized,
but you are like savages
with toppers and tails.

You should pray God
to forgive you your rudeness.

You may leave.

The way you came.

[ Mrs. Judd Grunting ]

Well, close it!

[ Both Laughing ]

I am done for.

Sure-- Surely not.

[ Oscar's Voice ]
When I told
the ecclesiastical commission...

that I had never gambled
for personal gain,

they would not believe me.

[ Crying ]

[ Oscar's Voice ]
They have cast me out.

I am sorry to have caused you
so much anguish, dear Papa.

I know that you will believe
that I am destined
for eternal hellfire.

It does seem there is
nothing for a man to do...

once he has gained
the reputation...

that has been
so unjustly given to me.

Is Mr. Hopkins here?

- No, he is not.
- Would you tell me
where he has gone?

No, I cannot.
I am only a savage.

Get up, boy!

[ Men Chattering ]

Get up, boy.

[ Coins Clanging ]
[ All Cheering ]

[ Men Speaking Chinese ]

Mr. Hopkins?

Forgive me.

Whoa, boy.

Stand, Boysie.
Mrs. Smith,
we have a visitor.

Oh, is that...
too tight?

No, no. No.

There's one paw.
Now the other.

Them cuts,
they was made by praying.

Not fighting?
Praying... like this.

Mr. Hopkins?

[ Meows ]

[ Footsteps Departing ]

Good morning!

Mr. Hopkins.

Mr. Hopkins, may I--
may I ask you something?

I have been searching for work
as a clerk. I shall not
trouble you much longer.

No. No, what I wanted to ask
is why do you ignore me?

I-- I know you have been
through awful pain,
and I am sorry for it.

But now you--

you hide in your room.

I never see you.

And when I do,
you will not look at me.
You barely speak to me.

I cannot gamble again.

I have not asked you
to gamble.

No.

I'm in constant fear
every moment of the day...

that something we say or do
will start it all over again.

Well, I admit,
yes, in that case,

we do not have
a good history.
[ Chuckles ]

I am weak.

It is like opium to me.

For years, I gambled
and took what I needed
and gave the rest to the poor.

I gambled for a purpose.
There was no sin in what I did.

But then when I had
all my needs paid for,
I still could not stop,

even when I promised God.

We shall make a pact.

We shall?

To never gamble again.

I promise I shall
never invite you
to a game of cards...

or any other form
of gambling.

And we shall keep it
and be friends.

Yes.

I am leaving.
I cannot stay.

What do you mean?

The gentleman--
so-called--

I've been told
who he is.

Oh, your friends at church
have been talking to you.
I cannot stay!

Well, do not stay then.
It will give me a bad name.

People will think
I was part of it.

Part of what?

Go!
[ Grunting ]

[ Laughs ]

Both sides, Mr. Hopkins.

- [ Grunting Continues ]
- [ Panting ]

[ Laughing ]

Pipped at the post.

[ Lucinda ]
Do you know what I wish?
No. What do you wish?

I wish I had 10 sisters.

Ten?
Mm-hmm.

Hmm.
Then maybe I could let people
be simple good chaps...

as my father could.

I am too critical.

Is this your confession?

And you?

I wish I could walk
on the path...

between the high downs
and the sea...

where my father lives.

I-- I do not fit.
I know that.

You do not give a hoot
what people think of you.

Well, my friend from home,
Wardley-Fish, he said
it was of no matter.

He's right,

your friend.

[ Narrator ]
The idea that Lucinda loved
Dennis Hasset had taken hold...

and would not easily
be knocked loose.

[ Fire Rumbling ]

¶¶ [ Choir Singing ]

Cheers to Mr. Hopkins.
[ All ]
Cheers!

Cheers
to Mr. Hopkins.
Here you are, sir.

It is a great pleasure, sir,
to see our missus take up
with a gentleman such as you.

And when our window making
is at full tilt,
just come along.

We'll be pleased
to explain it to you.

Thank you, Arthur.
I will.

Oh.

I have never seen
anything so splendid
as your glassworks.

You may approach.
It is not sacred.

It is merely a...
prototype.

Oh.

I thought perhaps
an exhibition hall.

It is, uh--

[ Chuckles ]

It is like a kennel
for God's angels.

I, uh--

I am bowled over.

I, uh-- I--
I feel extraordinarily happy.

It is so beautiful.

Mmm.

I have an idea.

Are you curious?

Yes, of course
I am curious.

[ Narrator ]
Oscar's idea was born
out of Christianity--

that if you sacrifice
yourself, you will attain
the object of your desires.

[ Oscar ]
Oh, yes.
Thank you.

[ Narrator ]
The odds were
surely stacked against him.

Had it been a horse
rather than a woman's heart,
he would never have bet on it,

not even for a place.

How does
your correspondent
enjoy Bellingen Town?

Well enough.

Does he have a church
built yet?

Uh, no, they still
hold the service
behind the blacksmith's.

Mr. Hasset
should have a church.

What is your idea?

Well, what would be
his feeling...

if he woke up one morning,
he looked out of his window,

and he saw a church...

made of glass?

Oh.

A church?

Of glass.
A glass church.

- Yes!
- It is not practical.

What is the practical
purpose of a church?

If it is only to provide
shelter to Christians--

and my father would take
this view--

then it is better to worship
in rooms behind a blacksmith.

But if the purpose
of a church...

is also
a celebration of God,

then I would say I am
the most practical man
you have spoken to all year.

It's like the stairs
in the library. It's what
they call a pre--

Prefabricated.
Yes. You can pack it in crates
and transport it by cart.

No, over ship.
Yes, you can take it across
the Great Dividing Range!

We are mad
to think of it.
No! No, we are not mad!

We-We-We-- No! No!
We-- We are not mad.

Can you imagine
Mr. Hasset's face?

You will deliver it
to him.
I?

Yes, but surely
you would--
No, I cannot leave the works.

But you wouldn't--
No, it's quite impossible.

They're only just recovering
from my last absence.

Then I shall...

on your behalf.

-Bellingen is approached by sea.
-Then I shall go by land.

You cannot. It is largely
unmapped country.

You think it is outside
my scope?

- There is no shame in that.
- There is no truth
in it, either.

- I wager you I can do it.
You may nominate the date.
- This is madness.

I am prepared
to wager you...

that I can have the glass church
in Bellingen by, say,

Good Friday.

And what can you bet?

- Ten guineas.
- No, that's not enough.

What is enough?

Your inheritance.

My father may live
until he's 100.

He's not a rich man
anyway.
That makes no difference.

And you will bet?
The same amount?
Same.

The same.

My inheritance.

But you already
have it.
Yes.

Your works?
Yes, everything.

You-- You will wager
all that?

Yes.

Five weeks without--
without even a game
of penny poker,

and-- and now this.

Very pretty, this fretwork.

It is quite ingenious.

[ Door Opens ]
Ah, here's
my head clerk.

Come in, Jeffris.
We have a question for you.

Miss Leplastrier, Mr. Hopkins.
This is from the horse's mouth.

Jeffris is quite the explorer.

He has been there,
up north,
on the road survey.

Wasn't it, Jeffris?
Yes.

He knows all
the ins and outs.

Would that road
be of any use?

If you were carrying cargo
of any sort,

it would be
a fool's way to go.
Oh.

Well, we-- Yes.

We will have cargo, yes.

- Then you must go by sea.
- Mr. Hopkins is set
on going overland.

- [ Jeffris ] Is that so?
- Yes. Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Going by land, of course,
one of your main problems...

is the butchering habits
of the blacks up north.

But you must know that.
If you go,

as all the incompetents
have done,

smack bang through the center
of their kingdoms,
what can you expect?

It is like thrusting
your bare hand
into a beehive.

Gets them hopping mad.

Ergo, you take your time,

go around their boundaries,
and you're left alone.

Who knows
these boundaries?
I do.

Whoa. Ease up.
You are not stealing
my head clerk.

[ Man Whistling ]
[ Men Chattering ]

Morning, Captain.
Good morning.
Mr. Hopkins.

We're having
a rehearsal,
Mr. Jeffris.

I shall need
some assistance
at Bellingen.

Though it need
not be skilled.
I have learned to glaze.

Excellent.
It's-- It's a lot harder
than Latin verbs.

Oh, no, Harry, that's "B."
It's to balance "H."

He is a brave man,
Mr. Jeffris.

Yes, he's
an extraordinary chap.

- He's far braver
than you or I.
- "D."

"D," "D," "D."
[ Chuckles ]
¶ Dee, dee, dee ¶

When I heard of this,
I could not believe it.

Now I see it.
I still cannot believe it.

It is a scientific expedition.
Here is a-- a list of...

- the party we have assembled.
- The Australian sun will
scorch your congregation...

as though they are
in hell itself.

How kind of you to come
all the way from Parramatta
to tell me this.

Have you become
so sarcastic?

It is to be built
beneath a tree.
Fiddlesticks!

A shady tree
in a cool aspect.

It will be as hot
as hell!

And where will
the rector change
his vestments?

He is like a fish
in an aquarium
for everyone to see!

Please! Be calm.
You had such a start
in life,

and now this--
this... folly.

Look at it. Please.

Calmly.

It's so beautiful.

This celebrates God's name.

They will fry.

They will curse
God's name.

You don't look well,
girlie.

[ Panting ]

[ Theophilus ]
He has condemned himself
to everlasting hellfire.

He has cast himself out
from those who can
ask God's forgiveness.

What brought your friend,
the Reverend Stratton,
to this pass,

Oh, forgive me.
we can only conjecture.

Forgive me,
Almighty God.

[ Sobbing ]

Mr. Jeffris.
Miss Leplastrier.

Mr. Hopkins.
I am offering you
a bonus.

Mr. Hopkins will give this
to you when he has been
safely delivered.

- Please, no.
- As you wish.

So?

So?

Mr. Hopkins, if you please.
[ Oscar ]
Oh, dear.

- Well, surely he can wait.
- Mr. Hopkins must lead
the expedition.

The Lord keep you safe.

The legal document
of our wager.

I, uh, have this
for you.

You--

Go.

Good-bye.

[ Cheering ]

[ Narrator ]
When Oscar first
talked of going overland,

he had not known
there were six rivers
to cross--

the Macleay, the Hastings,
the Clarence, the Manning,

the Hunter and the Namoi.

He was sick with fear
at the thing he had begun.

¶¶ [ Men Singing ]

[ Oscar Grunts ]
[ Jeffris ]
Smith!

[ Oscar Jabbering ]

[ Oscar ]
Help!
[ Jeffris ] Smith!

Help.
Help me, man.
He's having a fit.

Help. No! No!
Hold his head.
Hold his head.

No!
[ Grunts ]

[ Gurgling ]

Help!

[ Jeffris ]
You are to supervise him
at all times.

You're not to let him
out of your sight.

When you hold your cock,
you will have
your eye on him.

When you wipe
your arsehole,

you will have your hand
around his ankle.

When there are rivers
to be forded,

you will administer
five fluid ounces
of the laudanum.

Do I make myself clear?
And my duties
as collector of animals?

All other duties
are second to this one.

[ Narrator ] That she did not
open Oscar's letter
was not forgetfulness.

She did not wish to weep.

They would carry him safely,

and they would
bring him back.

[ Oscar's Voice ]
I dare not hope,
and yet I must,

that through this deed
I gain your trust.

You had my trust.

Oh, you fool.

[ Whimpers ]

My darling.

[ Sniffles ]

[ Narrator ]
Lucinda did not know
it would be four weeks...

before the next steamer
left for Bellingen.

[ Jeffris ]
Come on, you!
[ Whip Cracks ]

[ Man ]
One, two, three.
[ Men ] Heave!

[ Jeffris ] Lift!
Lift it, you sophomores!
[ Man ] One, two, three.

Heave!
[ Jeffris ] Get those
horses up here, man!

One, two, three.
Heave!

[ Jeffris ]
Lift it!
Move this thing!

Does your throat
still pain you?
It is not so bad.

If I coat the funnel with wax
when you have your fits--

I had no fit.
I found you in one.

That damn church
of yours, sir,
is costing us time.

He forced his medicine
upon me. I had no fit.

He fears your phobia,
that you'll throw yourself
into the water.

He fears he will lose
his bonus.

But he will not lose me.
I shall be here
until the end.

I-- I have much
to live for.

[ Men ]
One, two, three!

Heave!
[ Jeffris ]
Put your backs into it!

Come on! Some muscle!

Heave!

- [ Jeffris ]
Well done, lads!
- [ Barks ]

[ Man Whistling ]

[ Birds Squawking ]

Shush. You be quiet now.

¶¶ [ Whistling ]

[ Men Speaking
Aboriginal Language ]

[ Gasps ]

Blacks! Blacks!
Niggers! Captain!

How many?
There's hundreds of them!

[ Jeffris ]
Simpson, you go over the top.
Dalton, watch the provisions.

One man secure the horses.
The rest of you with me.

[ Boy ] By the rocks!
Come on, lads!
On the double!

[ Men Speaking
Aboriginal Language ]

No!

[ Gunshots ]

Get him off of me!
Tie him up.
Talk to them! Talk to them!

No! Stop! No!
[ Jeffris ]
Take the bastards!

No! No!
[ Gunshots Continue ]

[ Jeffris ]
Come on, lads.

[ Wheezing ]

[ Gurgling ]

[ Gunshot Echoing ]

[ Man ]
Go ahead!

Go! Head 'em up.
Head 'em up.

[ Bird Screeching ]

How goes life in
the ladies' compartment?

What do you say to this,
the countryside?

If it was my country, sir,

I'd be feared
to see you coming.

[ Chuckles ]

Hyah!
Get it up! Get 'em up!

¶¶ [ Singing Indistinctly ]

Oh, God, man, surely you're
not gonna drink with them?

I have already
traveled with them.

[ Men Chattering ]

[ Woman ] Who's the great streak
of misery over there
not drinking?

He's a padre.

Come to bring God to all you
bastard sons of Bellingen.

[ Laughter ]
[ Woman ] Bastard son?
Bastard daughter, likely.

Lord help us.
Take this over to him.
Keep your eye on him.

He's not to leave.

Step through.

Dip your wee white toe
in the holy well.

[ Laughter ]

[ Sobbing ]

Compliments
of Sir Roger Rogerer...

and Lord Pupslaughter.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Man ]
Oh, great.
He's going walkabout.

How thin...
my wrist is.

This wrist God made me.

How could I smite you?

[ Man ]
That's right, Father.
Give us a sermon on the mount!

[ Laughter ]

I will...

play you poker.
[ Laughter ]

And I will win.

This money will be your gift
to God's work in Bellingen.
No!

I have a pot of £100!

[ Cheering, Shouting ]

I forbid this!

I would shoot you dead
and go to hell for it.

You murderer.

[ Draws Sword ]

The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want.

He makest a table for me
in the presence of mine enemies.

Out.
I warn you.

[ All Shouting ]

Get out of here!

[ Grunting ]

[ Panting ]
[ Barking ]

[ Horse Neighing ]

Damn you!

[ Grunts ]

- [ Shouting ]
- [ Sword Clangs Ground ]

[ Groans ]

[ Yells ]

[ Shuddering ]

[ Gagging ]

[ Distant Hammering ]

[ Insect Buzzing ]

¶¶ [ Man Singing In Distance ]

¶¶ [ Continues ]

[ Chuckling ]

Percy,

did I...
not murder a man?

We did.

And...

where is our party?
They're off.

Gone south.

In pursuit
of Mr. Jeffris.

He went off with
their pay, so they believe.
So they've chased after him.

Oh, Lord.
Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa.
There, there.
There, there.

You must not fear.

I have killed a man.
'Tis a bad man
we have killed.

Your maker
will forgive you.

In truth, I'd have
felt more sorrow
to have slain a beast.

They were nice enough
to leave us tea and sugar
and a billy.

For the rest,
they were in
too much of a hurry.

Our church.

[ Chuckling ]
Look around you!

[ Laughing ]

[ Choir ]
¶ Alleluia ¶
¶ Alleluia ¶

¶ Alleluia ¶
¶ Alleluia ¶

¶ Alleluia ¶¶

I'll take Bubba, Miriam.
Alice, bonnet, please.

[ Crying ]

It's tempting fate
to have thrown away
your widow's weeds.

Why? I have no one
left to mourn.

My father, my mother,
my husband-- all gone.

If you'd nabbed
young Reverend Hasset.

I did not attempt
to nab him.

Although he's been
properly nabbed now.

Jealousy
killed the cat.
Curiosity.

Ted. Ted, wait a minute.
Don't forget
to do the butter.

Not jealousy.

[ Horse Neighs ]

¶¶ [ Choir Singing ]

[ Oscar ]
O Lord,

all thy glory surrounds me,

but I am afraid.

[ Glass Breaking ]

O Lord. Lord, I thank thee
for granting me this day.

¶¶ [ Continues ]

[ Narrator ] The newly-married
Dennis Hasset thought
many things at once--

that it was a miracle,

a broken thing,

a tragedy,

a dream.

Lucinda.

[ Glass Cracking ]

Are we there, Percy?
Yes. They're all waiting.

[ Grunts ]

There you are,
Mr. Hopkins.

Safe and dry.

Thank you, Percy.

I will go alone now.

Sir.

The Reverend Mr. Hasset?

Yes.

Then...
it is my pleasure, sir,

to present this splendid
glass church to you.

It is a gift
to the people of Bellingen,

all these people,

from the most...

wonderful woman
in New South Wales.

How you can
stand there, sir,

while Miss Leplastrier
pines in Sydney...

is quite beyond my--

my--

[ Wheezing ]
Come with me.

Mrs. Chadwick,
would you help us?
Yes. Yes, certainly.

I must hurry home
before my wife hears...

all this puffed up
by gossips.

Would you be
a good Samaritan?
Here's a crown. Buy bandages--

Whatever he needs.
And here are the keys
to the meeting room.

Lock the door to keep out
the busybodies.

Can you manage?
Will Mrs. Trevis permit you?

Dear Dennis, you must
hurry home to Mary.

Leave this wounded
soul to me.

[ Rain Battering Tin Roof ]

Oh, you poor, poor man.

What trials have you
been through?

There, there.
There, there.

Up we go.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Moaning ]

[ Exhales Sharply ]

[ Moaning ]

[ Moans Continues ]

[ Narrator ]
Although his whole heart
cried out for Lucinda,

Oscar believed that he would
have to marry this woman
he had compromised.

It did not occur to him
that she had compromised him.

Till tomorrow.
That he had been... nabbed.

[ Dog Barking ]

Forgive me,

Almighty God,

for the murder
of the blacks.

Forgive me for...

the death of--
of Mr. Stratton.

Forgive me for the murder
of Mr. Jeffris.

Forgive me, Almighty God,
for the...

seduction of Mrs. Chadwick.

For-- For--

Forgive me for my pride.

And forgive me for...

my ignorance.

Forgive me...

for betraying...

Lucinda...

and...

my-- my father.

Will--

Will we never again
stand together?

Forgive me.

Forgive me!

[ Creaking ]

[ Grunts Softly ]

[ Metal Creaking ]

[ Glass Breaking ]

[ Grunts, Shuddering ]

Help!

No!

[ Grunting ]

[ Panting ]

[ Gasps ]
Help! Help!

Help me!

Help me!

Help!

[ Whimpering ]

[ Grunting ]

Help!

Help!

[ Bell Tolling ]

[ Hasset ] Thanks be to God
for giving us his Son,
the Lord Jesus Christ.

Therefore,
my beloved brethren,
be steadfast, unmovable,

always abounding
in the work of the Lord,

for as much as ye know
that your labor is not
in vain for the Lord.

Man that is born of woman
hath but a short time to live...

and is full of misery.

He cometh up
and is cut down
like a flower.

He fleeth as it were
a shadow and never
continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life,
we are in death.

Of who may we seek for succor,
but of thee, O Lord,

who for our sins
are justly displeased?

Yet, O Lord God, Most Holy,

O Lord, Most Mighty,
O Holy and Most
Merciful Savior,

deliver us not into the bitter
pains of eternal death.

Thou knowest, Lord,
the secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful ears
to our prayer,

but spare us,
Lord, Most Holy,

O God, Most Mighty,
O Holy and Merciful Savior,

that thou most worthy
judge eternal.

Suffer us not
at our last hour...

for any pains of death
to fall from thee.

[ Lucinda ]
Would you
care for our church?

We could surely
have it made useful...

with some weatherboards
attached or some such.

What a gift that would be.
I shall hold you to that.

Thank you.

[ Floor Creaking ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Sobbing ]

Ohh!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Narrator ]
If Miriam had known
of Oscar's wager with Lucinda,

she would have moved
heaven and earth
to claim Lucinda's fortune.

Before
my great-grandmother died,

she had time to see that
her baby had the same red hair
as his father.

[ Hasset ]
Oscar Theophilus Peter,

I baptize thee...

in the name of the Father
and of the Son...

and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

We receive this child into
the congregation of Christ,

and do sign him
with the sign of the cross.

[ Narrator ]
When Dennis Hasset
told Lucinda the baby's history,

she had only
one thought in mind.

[ Growls ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Narrator ]
A dream, a lie,

a wager-- love.

This is the story Lucinda
gave to my grandfather...

and I give to you.

All right.
Let's go home. Yeah?
Check for rocks.

¶¶ [ Choir Singing ]