All language subtitles for Cranford.S01E02.720p.BluRay.x264-GABE_Subtitles_1

(BELL TOLLING)

(GAS PS)

Mrs Rose!

- Mrs Rose!
- Yes, yes.

- Is something amiss?
- I have slept too long.

I will be late for Matins.

But Dr Morgan gave me to understand

that you were not prone
to religious observance.

I'm a doctor in this community.
I have connections to maintain.

# Awake, my soul, and with the sun

# Thy daily stage of duty run

# Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise

# To pay thy morning sacrifice

# Redeem thy misspent time that's past

(ALL SINGING OUT OF SYNCH)
# And live this day as if thy last

# Improve thy talent with due care

# For the great day thyself prepare

# Let all thy converse be sincere

# Thy conscience as the noonday clear

# Think how all seeing God thy ways

# And all thy secret thoughts surveys

# Amen #

I see you've hired the chair again,
Mrs jamieson.

- Is your carriage still on blocks?
- Indeed, it is not on blocks.

It is being brought in trim by the
saddler ready for Lady Ludlow's party.

Did your invitation come by post

or was it brought by hand
from Hanbury Court?

A footman in livery delivered it.
Or so Mr Mulliner, my butler said.

Come along.

There is a deal of excitement
about this garden party.

It's always a wonderful occasion.

A platform is erected
and there is a band

and the most incomparable refreshments.

For the past two yea rs,
there's even been ice cream.

- Ice cream?
- Miss jenkyns?

You'll forgive me,
I crave your kind indulgence once again.

Crave nothing, only ask.
We give our friendship gladly.

Are you called away once more?

Oh, no, Miss Matty.
jessie and I must entertain a guest.

We would be poor company,
just the two of us.

DEBORAH: I have not heard that you have
ever been in Cranford, Major Gordon.

No, that has been my misfortune,
Missjenkyns.

It is an altogether delightful place.

A legacy from an uncle
brought me to the county

and I could not resist the pleasure
of calling on my friends.

We saw a deal of one another
when we were at Barnard Castle.

We were, of course,
a somewhat larger family then.

My sister loved to hear
the Major read aloud.

She had a great fondness
for the verse of Robert Burns

which always sounds better
when spoken in Scotch.

And were you acquainted
with the late Mrs Brown, Major Gordon?

I had that privilege, Missjenkyns.
We had a most amiable friendship.

They were very happy times.

Jessie, dear, perhaps you would
oblige us with some music.

Oh, no, I could not.
I have played very little of late.

And I have sung less. Come then!

Play Loch Lamond
and we can make shift together.

(CLEARS TH ROAT)

(BOTH SINGING)

CAPTAIN BROWN: Capital baritone.

# By yon bonnie banks

# And by yon bonnie braes

# Where the sun shines bright

# On Loch Lomond

# Where me and my true love

# Will never meet again

# On the bonnie, bonnie banks

# Of Loch Lomond

# Oh, you take the high road

# And I'll take the low road

# And I'll be in Scotland before ye

# But me and my true love

# Will never meet again

# On the bonnie, bonnie banks

# Of Loch Lomond #

Dear Deborah's always
been extremely musical.

That was a most charming entertainment,
Major Gordon.

I think it helped that
you beat time with your spoon.

I generally do so
when the piece transports me.

Well, Major Gordon, I do hope
Cranford continues to delight you.

Madam, I'm sure it shall.

LADY LUDLOW: I always think
the garden party shows Hanbury off

at its very best.

It is a pity that my son's health
will not permit him to witness it.

Has Lord Septimus sent word?

I received a letterjust this morning
most regretfully expressed.

Perhaps next year we might commission
an artist to record the event.

An engraving could be sent to Italy.

Next year, Mr Carter, I am certain
Lord Septimus will be with us.

Oh, Mary!
Chairs with their legs in the air!

(MEN LAUGHING)

We must not let my sister go in there.
Oh, Deborah!

Matilda, the uproar is temporary.
You must calm yourself.

I suggest we all repair to the kitchen
to take tea.

Tea? In the kitchen?
But that is not our custom.

We will come to no harm
if we do so this morning.

But, Deborah, Mrjohnson's men
are in the kitchen and jem Hearne.

And where is Martha?

Well, she's in the kitchen, too.

- The men complained of thirst.
- Indeed.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(MARTHA LAUGHING)

Well, I suggest you both go out

and find yourselves
some constructive occupation.

DEBORAH:jem Hearne,
what are you doing here?

Well, we do not have a new carpet
every day of the week.

This looking glass must be defective.

Miss Galindo, have you nothing
that will elongate my face?

If you'll wait,
I shall seek some wired ribbon.

MISS POLE: And the feather box.

What is the difference between
Italian straw and ordinary straw?

It is twice the price
and there's much less of it.

It is altogether more superior,
Mrs Forester, not least

because it is lighter
and less injurious to the hair.

What is the view in Manchester
on turbans, Mary, dear?

Are they out or are they in?

They have been in
these past three years.

I think I could quite like myself
in a turban.

- Had you a particular colour in mind?
- Scarlet.

- Scarlet!
- For a garden party?

You will look like a blackamoor!

Why this mania for the Oriental?
You're not performing in a pantomime.

I swear Miss Galindo lacks all appetite
for stimulating intercourse.

For all her father was a baronet,

I've never seen her wearing lace
of any note.

(BABY CRYING)

Ma m?

Ma m?

Dada will get a surprise
when he sees the baby.

Went to try his luck,
maybe Northwich way.

He could be gone another week.
He'll bring summat when he comes.

The baby needs milk now.

I'm not well.

We should have gone to Manchester
last fortnight.

We're left with so little time.

There's nothing there
that cannot be got in Cranford.

And I daresay we shall be the first
since the delivery.

This is the most appealing colour.

Oh, Miss Pole, you are very prompt.

Would you call it sage or loden?

I would call it rhubarb.

There is a red glint to it
when it moves beneath the light.

We are both planning gowns
for Lady Ludlow's party.

I hear your new bonnet
will refresh you altogether.

Oh, Augusta, have you seen this?

Two flounces to the skirt,
each with a scalloped edge.

Oh, dear Sophy Hutton
would look very well in that.

She has the youthfulness to carry it
and a waist like a wand.

I cannot remember the last time

I saw a pattern
that gladdened my heart so.

- It takes 25 yards.
- Are you saying it cannot be afforded?

Because if you are even thinking it,
I wish you to speak plainly.

I am not thinking it.

Your cheeks are looking very hot.
You are not yourself.

My heart is suddenly battering
in my chest.

It is the strangest sensation.

Mrs Johnson, fetch a chair
this could be apoplexy.

- Does she need a glass of water?
- I need the doctor.

Dr Morgan is an hour's ride off.

The corn factor's niece
has the quinsy on both sides.

Then I'll have to have the other doctor.

It is completely unaccountable.
She has always been so strong.

I detect no serious illness
but I will investigate.

These palpitations are,
at the very least,

injurious to your mother's nerves.

Dr Harrison, we are sisters.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I would like to listen to
the patient's heart with my stethoscope.

If you would be so kind, Miss Tomkinson.

(H EARTBEAT RACING)

Seems perfectly sound.

I feel it beating very fast.

I find that quite common
in the fairer sex.

But you are a little pale

and I should like to see
some roses in those cheeks.

You're most attentive.

I've seen cats crouching in this manner
poised to pounce on mice.

Only cats do not have
to keep their eye on heaven

to see where the sunbeams
will fall next.

It will be out from behind that cloud
at any moment.

Oh, there!

(MARY LAUGHING)

Quick, Mary, another piece.

Unless we are thorough
the carpet will fade and spoil in weeks.

Wait, I've not quite stitched
these two together.

- There!
- Oh!

(CHUCKLES) It's such an enterprise.

Jessie, convey your news.

I have been sent anemones and a note
with the compliments of Major Gordon.

Anemones?

We must look them up in
The Language of Flowers.

Mary, it's a diminutive volume
to the left of the shelf.

It is so difficult to know
what is intended.

Every species of bloom
is supposed to mean something.

Although whether men make a study of it
is another matter.

"Anemones. Love ever steadfast."

- That is apt.
- Apt?

Oh, Major Gordon paid me a degree
of attention once before in Yorkshire.

A very marked degree of attention.

After my mother died,
he asked me to marry him.

But then my sister fell ill

and I was forced to tell him
that I was not free.

I told no one and Father never guessed.

And now, anemones.

You're quite the dark horse.

(MOOING)

HARRY: You've got to fill the jug
and take it home.

The baby's starving.

I don't like touching udders.

If you fetch milk
for the baby every night,

I'll get you a bun
of your own on a Friday.

- Every Friday?
-just do it.

I'm gonna go and check the traps.

(GAS PS)

(RABBIT SQUEALING)

(GATE CREAKING)

Bessie!

You must understand, Captain Brown
that that cow is not an animal to me

(SOBBING) It is capable of
human feeling.

She smoothes its muzzle
with a chamois leather.

Do you think it likely, Captain Brown,

that the beast has been
taken by robbers?

(SOBBING)

Before we leap
to the most severe conclusions,

I suggest
we scour all likely woods and copses.

I will direct the search myself.

Here's Major Gordon.

I'm sure he'll be only too pleased
to assist us.

- Bessie!
- Bess!

- Bessie!
- Bessie!

Bess!

- Bess!
- CAPTAIN BROWN: Major Gordon?

Bessie!

Mrs Forester informs me
it'd be more likely to come

if you call out, "Bessie, dearest."

Bessie, dearest!

(MOOING)

She's fallen in the lime pit!

Mrs Forester, remain on the bank.

Her distress will not be eased
if matched with yours!

Major Gordon,
fetch ropes and two strong men.

At once, sir.

DEBORAH:jessie, dear,
take him tojem Hearne's yard.

Oh! The smell is abominable.
Matilda, come away.

I think the odour is the burning of
the poor thing's hair.

The lime has singed it off.

What care I if she lives on bald?

She will not be bald if
she cannot recover, she will be naked.

It pains me to say so, Mrs Forester,

but the poor bare beast
will have to be destroyed

unless you're prepared
to dress it in pyjamas.

I think perhaps
we need the smelling bottle.

Oh, this has gone
beyond smelling bottles.

(BESSIE MOOING FRANTICALLY)

Deborah, dear.

Major Gordon has his arm
about Jessie Brown's waist

And that is exactly
where it ought to be.

Oh, Major Gordon. Scabious.

Oh, do not take fright.
What is in here will not harm you.

I have carried this with me
these three years.

It's a modest little thing

and I could rise to something grander
now my uncle has died.

But I thought the ring that held
all my old hopes with it was the best.

It has waited so long for its turn.

- Have you spoken to my father?
- I shall.

Once I'm sure of your answer.

We must marry quickly.
That'll make for a quiet celebration.

Can we not wait? I'm still in mourning.

The regiment has had its orders.
For India.

India?

In three weeks
we sail for Chunderabaddad.

I cannot accept this.

But I thought you had encouraged me.

I did encourage you, I did.

But now the consequence of that
is plain.

Now that you give me news of India,
I can see that I was being selfish.

There is not one selfish bone
in your body, jessie Brown.

First, your mother. I waited.

Then your sister, and I waited still.

What is there to keep you from me now?

Not everyone I love has been taken,
Major Gordon.

Jessie.

My father dreads solitude
more than he fears the grave.

It is not in his nature to live alone.

What if it's not in my nature
to live alone?

I do not wish to speak harshly

but it seems you do not care
what you ask of me.

I cannot make both of you happy.
Do not force me to choose.

What would you have me do, Jessie?

Make you a prisoner to my will?

You weren't planning
on playing this evening, were you?

No, Father, I wasn't.

Put down that romance
and close your eyes.

At once! I bid you!

- What is this?
- It is silk.

And it is red.

And there is a great deal of it!

How has this been afforded?

Oh, Augusta.

We were to have had a gown a piece,
it was agreed.

Well, you needed a tonic.
And I can wear an extra brooch or two.

There are plenty in my trinket box
that get insufficient outings.

I cannot imagine
what Mrs Forester is going to wear.

She was ahead of me in Johnson's

and purchased a very great quantity
of grey flannel.

What about the milk?

There's a flap underneath.

(ALL LAUGHING)

How is your stepmother's health,
Mary, dear?

Oh, it is exceedingly abundant.

In fact, so abundant, she will
attend Lady Ludlow's garden party

even though my father
will be detained by business in town.

She will drive out to Cranford
from Manchester that morning.

MRS ROSE: Are you looking forward to
the party at Hanbury Court, Dr Harrison?

It is quite an honour to be invited.

I haven't given it much thought.

Oh, but you must! I understand it
to be the social event of the year.

Of course, I cannot possibly go.

So recently widowed,
it would not be seemly for me to attend.

That was a fine repast, Mrs Rose.

But if you will excuse me,
I have some business to attend to.

Are you looking forward
to the garden party, Mrs Johnson?

Mr Johnson is

I shall be up till all hours
polishing the mayoral chain.

WALTER: Dr Harrison!

Hello, Walter.

Hello, Miss Hutton.

We've come for whitening paste
for my sister's shoes.

It's such a trial to keep clean.

And where will you be going
looking so spotless?

Oh, the garden party at Hanbury Court.

We all are. Are you going?

Most certainly.

On the day itself, all riders and
carriages meet by the heath at noon.

It is always done so and I'm sure
you'd be welcome to follow the party.

If you didn't want to ride there alone,
thatis.

Noon it is, then.

- Miss Hutton.
- Thank you.

What can I get for you, Doctor?

A brush.

Pastry, yard, hearth, scrubbing or hair?

If you want hair,
they're in "fancy goods."

...and I don't want to be marked out.

You cannot help
that your clothes are smart.

No.

My stepmother took me in hand
this spring

when she was between confinements.

Is she to be confined again?

She is always to be confined.

And it is always everybody else's fault.

(WALTER CHUCKLING)

Walter!
I told you, you are not supposed to

listen in to
other people's conversations!

You said conversations
in the drawing room.

- When did your mother die?
- When I was eight.

My mother died when Walter was born.

I sometimes feel
like she's still right by my side.

I'm doing her work.

Looking after her house,
bringing up her children.

I should find it hard
to bear your burden.

Oh, do not mistake me.

I love them all dearly,
but I am so very tied to them.

Walter is still only six

and the girls will be at home for years
before they marry.

Should you like to marry?

I don't think I should get the chance.
I am too busy at home to go into society

and if I did,
I would have no conversation.

What man wants to hear that Lizzie
has grown out of her dresses again

or Walter has broken his slate?

Men wouldn't want you to talk, Sophy.

They only require
that you should listen.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Happy birthday, Harry.

Dada, do you like the new baby?

It looks like a Gregson, it'll do me.

Open it.

Boots!

You're 10 year old. Growing boy.

You've been doing a man'sjob
looking after this lot.

I reckon you deserve
some decent leather on your feet.

Thank you.

- What are you looking at?
- The letters.

I know this word. It says "James."

That's the baby's name.

Don't you go dallying around with that.

Learning's not for everyone.
We do all right without!

Now go and do the rabbit traps. Go on.

(BABY CRYING)

What the hell do you think
you're playing at?

I never touched anything.

It's no consequence whether you
touched anything.

You committed a trespass
and a magistrate

would look upon it most severely.

The Lord's prayer says,
"Forgive us our trespasses."

- How do you know?
- I have been in a church.

Boys as young as you
can be sent to jail and are

Once you go down that road,
there's no turning back.

You have the chance now
to choose a different path.

Do you understand me?

What are you doing?

My mum says
there's salt in the palm of your hand.

People need salt.
If you go giddy, you should suck on it.

I never touched that fruit.

Here.

Bette r?

It's a bit soft.

I shouldn't think your wife
would like me eating this.

My wife isn't here to like it
or not like it. She died.

Besides, this is my office, not my home.

I wouldn't mind an office.

I like the way everything
is covered in words.

Harry, would you like to earn
yourself sixpence?

I'd like to earn a shilling.

Come on, let's wash that face.

The preparations
are going well, Mr Carter?

Very well, my lady.

And who's that boy?

His name is Harry.

He's the son of... Of a village family.

I've hired him temporarily
to run messages for me.

And what of the little white Shetland?

- Has it been re-shod?
- Indeed.

Harry, go and ask the gardener
if he's ready for the plants

and bring me word.

MR CARTER: Pull all the ropes.

Make it secure.

Put the tables here.
We need five dozen chairs.

No, not here.
Those flowers are for the west terrace.

MR CARTER: Harry!

Run to the dairy
and tell the maids to make ready.

The ice for the ice cream
will arrive in 20 minutes.

What's ice cream?

I want you to come
to my office tomorrow, sunset.

- I want to speak with you.
- Have I done wrong?

No. Not at all.

You've done very well.

Just a sixpence, then?

- Go on with you.
- Sorry, sir.

(CHUCKLES)

As you are first, Miss Matty,
you may take your choice of seat.

Except, I must not put my back
against the horses.

- MISS POLE: ...very ill.
- Missjenkyns, let me assist you.

- Scoot by, you must take my place.
- Oh, dear, I'm sitting on my reticule!

- MISS POLE: They're very crushed.
- We should have brought a fluting iron.

CAPTAIN BROWN: Move along, my dear.
Only one more to be loaded.

Mary, dearest!

- Why didn't you curl your hair?
- Yes. Mrs Clara Smith.

Hello, Mama.

Hello, everyone.

I cannot bear to hear you
calling me "Mama".

It is absurd since our ages
do not differ very greatly.

Hold Ralph.

Your face will look so much pleasanter
with a baby held up next to it.

(BABY CRYING)

That was efficiently done,
Captain Brown.

Oh, I've commanded 100 men.

Five ladies give little more trouble.

He is not ill, only a little hoarse.

I just think it would be best
if he did not have to go

and sit on damp grass
and be exposed to breezes.

- Well, I'm not staying at home with him.
- Lizzie?

Oh, Sophy, he never listens
to a single word I say.

- WOMAN: Dr Harrison.
- Good afternoon, ladies.

Come along.
I think the air will do you good.

It is such a comfort to know that
you are joining our party today.

My sister has not been in society
since her health declined.

- WOMAN: Dr Harrison!
- At your command.

WOMAN: I hope we shall
take tea together later.

Sophy, dear, your cart looks very full.

We have room for someone to ride bodkin.

It would make for such a merry party.

Helen, go and sit with Miss Deborah.

Perhaps young Walter
would like to ride with me.

Yes, please.

Oh, I see someone
doesn't crush her silk.

WOMAN: Very good idea.

That's a smart little pony.

And it's the only day of the year
he earns his keep.

I fear I'm very sentimental, Charles,

but I cannot bear
not to keep a Shetland.

Septimus learnt to ride on one.

And they remind me of a time
when there were children in the house.

Although, I cannot help but recall

how Septimus loathed
all equestrian pursuits.

He was always more than happy
to let me take his turn.

Remember how he complained.

How he said that rising in the saddle
always put his hat askew.

None of his brothers cared.

God rest their souls.

Dear Septimus.

I still hope that he may find
a suitable bride

whilst living out in Italy.

That there may yet be an heir
for all of this.

I think, perhaps,
you should not hope too hard.

(GUESTS CHA'l'l'ERING)

It relieves me to see
that your collar took no harm.

I saw puss giving me a look
this morning,

as if to say,
"Only we know where that has been."

(LAUGHING)

If it is a secret now,
it won't be for long.

Bandied about all over the ice cream.

MATl'Y: I want you each to take
one egg and one spoon.

This is not a race to see
who can go fastest.

It is a race of the steadiest hand.

I should have liked
a little brother of my own.

I was an only child.
I always longed to have a bigger family.

It is harder work than it appears.

- Are you all lined up?
- CHILDREN: Yes, Miss Matilda.

- Is everybody ready?
- Yes!

- Dr Harrison?
- Yes. Yes?

My sister has had
another strange collapse.

Now, I want you all to give me
your very best attention,

because when I clap my hands,
it's time to...

- Go!
- MR CARTER: Try your best, children.

(ALL CLAMOU RING)

SOPHY: Go, Walter!

Do it! Keep going!

Go, Walter!

MATl'Y: Well done!

Look, your favourite.
Remember your manners, Walter.

- What do you say?
- Thank you very much, Miss Matilda.

- Good boy.
- WOMAN: That was fun!

BOY: Thank you, Miss Matilda.

WOMAN: Come along, this way.

Miss Matilda jenkyns.

I should never have known you.

I could never have mistaken you,
Mr Holbrook.

You're well and happy, I hope.

I'm always well and happy.

And your sister, too?

She's well and happy, too.

- I shouldn't keep you.
- No.

Should I send for the gig?

I think the patient might rally
after a morsel of luncheon.

Do, please, go back
to our friends, Augusta.

I am properly supervised.

Uh!

What is next?

Oh, the display
of the orphans' worsted work.

It's all such a sequence
of continuous delights.

One moment, dear.

How this girl would suit your house!
Such compressed proportions.

- Are you full-grown, my child?
- I'm 13, madam.

And your mother and your father,
were they tall?

I mightjust manage
another merry thought of chicken.

Oh, possibly not.
I find the wine quite fortifying.

Dr Harrison!

Mary wishes to go on the lake
and insists she can row.

- I can row.
- But her father is so careful of her.

I know he would want her to be
with somebody who can swim.

Can you swim?

- Like a fish.
-(TITTERING) Oh!

I do not encourage her behaviour,
Dr Harrison.

I'm sure you would be the first to own

that there is not the smallest spark
of attraction between us.

Miss Smith, I am dismayed
you feel you must apologise.

Constantly forced to make light of it.

But it is so hard to be reminded
that my absence from home

is desired so very earnestly.

- I'm so sorry.
- Do not even think to take my hand.

She has the eyes of a hawk
and will imagine an engagement.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Do you think you will settle
in Cranford, Dr Harrison?

There is no dark purpose to my question.
I'm only being polite.

It is a town unlike any other
I have known before.

It attracted me at first
because it was my mother's home.

But I find I love it
for its own sake now.

Now, all around us,
England shifts and changes

but Cranford stands fast.

Women are like Amazons.

And to those that live here,
it is their world entire.

And it has one great attraction
I could never find elsewhere.

Now, that is what I call
an intriguing remark.

Are you a man in love?

- Perhaps.
- With Sophy H utton?

Is it very plain?

Only to me, I think.

Do you suppose I have a chance?

I have not known her long,

but I think you will find her
quite kindly disposed.

And I wish you well.

Lorentia, I had hoped
to speak with you today.

I've had reason to write to Septimus.

I'm presently awaiting his response.

Well, I trust you have plenty
to distract you in the meanwhile.

He writes Lady Ludlow
the most delightful letters,

but they're always
such an age in coming.

I sought his view
on a transaction of mine.

I've agreed to sell a portion of land

to the Grand junction Railway Company.

The railway company?

The railway will be brought
within a mile or two of Cranford.

Before the year is out, Lady Ludlow
will be asked to name her price.

- For Hanbury Court?
- No, just part of it.

To allow the railway to be brought
into Cranford itself.

Lady Ludlow will never sanction it.
She agrees with the Duke of Wellington

that the railway will encourage
the lower orders to move about.

Well, the company will not be
easily rebuffed.

I'll be candid with you, Lorentia.

I'm one of its directors.

Whatever is amiss with you, Matilda?

I'm quite as I should be, sister.

It hasjust been such
a superfluity of dainties.

Put no further pastries to your lips
or you will choke

when you hear the news I must report.

For this is more preposterous
and shocking

than when Warmwell's lions came

and the little child's arm
was bit clean off.

The rail road is to come to Cranford.

I rehearsed those words
all the way from the worsted work.

I'm not remotely sure
that we should give this credence.

We were at hand when Sir Charles
told his savage plan.

Miss Galindo turned as white as paint

and she has the most disciplined
cast of countenance.

Did you question Sir Charles?
Did you ascertain the fact?

I can tell you all the facts
that are required.

The railway will cut across
Sir Charles's estate

and power towards us like a bull
that cannot be stopped,

and by 1845 we shall be utterly undone.

WOMAN: He's there.

MRS JAMIESONI Tea? Tea!

With such calamity before us!

DEBORAH: Allow me to proceed,
if you please.

WOMEN: Captain Brown!

- Captain...
- DEBORAH: Captain Brown.

I'm sure as our neighbour,
you will agree

that the railway will be
the end of Cranford.

CAPTAIN BROWN: I think it will be
the end of Cranford as we know it.

It will bring opportunities
for the labourer and the tradesman.

It will be easier to move farm goods
and bring people in and out.

The pace of life will quicken.
We willjoin the modern age.

Captain Brown,
do you consider that acceptable?

I'm afraid
of neither change nor progress.

I cannot afford to be.

Why reduce this debate
to a discussion of your means?

I'm an army captain on half pay
with a daughter to support.

And I'm about to enter
the Company's employ.

When construction
of the new line starts,

I shall be head of works.

This is startling news.

It is more than startling to me
and I live beneath his roof.

There are still some matters
to be clarified.

But I am likely to be away
a great deal, my dear.

It'll be all change for us.

You are the architect
of our community's destruction.

You have betrayed your daughter,
your neighbours and your town.

And you've wilfully kept
your machinations secret.

I did not mean to deceive you.

I'm sorry if I have offended you.

Oh, do not think that
you owe us an apology.

Apologies are required only when
friends cause vexation to friends.

Our acquaintance is clearly at an end.

Why do you look at me with such anger?

I do all this
with your happiness in mind.

I cannot believe you have made such
plans and told me nothing of them.

I had determined to remain at home
and care for you in your old age.

- I am not in my dotage yet.
- It would appear you are not.

If you are to be gadding about all
over the country on railway business,

you plainly have no need
of my attentions.

I must work.

You have nothing and no one but me.

When I die,

I cannot leave you destitute.

I might have had a husband, Father.

My dear girl,
you spent your youth nursing others.

You never had any chance
of such a thing.

If I ever did, then I do not now.

You once said to me

that if there was a school in Cranford,
you would not go.

- Do you stand by that?
- There ain't no school.

Only a housework school.

There is a world out there
that is full of books

and figures and words
and rules and symbols

that make all of the parts of
our society

move together like one great
and glorious machine.

Learning is not for everybody.

We are all born knowing nothing.

We can die that way should we so choose.

Now, ignorance is not a crime,
but it is a waste and waste is sinful.

- I don't know.
- What don't you know?

Where to start.

I'll show you where to start.

LIZZIE: Stop pushing, Helen.
SOPHY: Be careful.

Caroline, excuse...

I do believe
there are roses in your cheeks.

It's Dr Harrison, he put them there.

Perhaps we will be
dispensing with his services.

Do not be so swift.
I'm not that well recovered.

DR HARRISON: Good evening, ladies.

SOPHY: Come on, now.
He'll be warm in a moment.

That's it.

Would Walter like to ride with me again?

You are very kind,

but he's so tired, which means
he's likely to become quite cross.

I am not tired.

MAN: Walk on.

Captain Brown's conduct
is not to be tolerated.

To insinuate himself into
our society like a snake.

Oh, sister, not a snake.
That is very harsh.

He is at the very least
a wolf in sheep's attire.

To make us take him into our trust so,

and have us all think
he is so sensible and wise.

I'm sure captain Brown would have
told us all in good time.

It is only because of Miss Pole
that it has all come out in such a way.

Well, neither of you will be so tender
when Cranford is overrun with noise

and disease and the Irish.

When there are more streets
and more strangers

and we can neither know our neighbours
nor keep anything in check.

I suddenly have a headache
of phenomenal dimension.

(THUDDING)

I cannot open the door.
I think she's fallen behind it.

Miss Matty, I want you to go downstairs

and wait there until I say to come

Fetch the doctor.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MRS ROSE: Doctor, you've been sent for!

Where am I to go?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Sorry.

Thank you for coming so swiftly.

- Who is my patient?
- Show him to Sophy's room.

(WHEEZING)

I think it is the croup.

- When did this begin?
- Over an hour ago.

Is it the croup?

SOPHY: Children die from croup.

We need a fire in the grate
and a bath set up before it,

a shallow one he can lie down in,
not a head bath.

- Is the range lit in the kitchen?
- Yes.

We need as much hot water
as can be got up here.

When you've seen to that,
I will need leeches.

Dr Morgan has some in supply.

Please say that if he can
bring them himself,

it will be much the better.

This is all my fault.

I knew that he was hoarse.
I made him come out.

I let him sit on the damp grass,

-and get his feet wet in the boat.
- Miss Hutton. Miss Hutton.

Miss Hutton, look at me.

I was with both of you today.
I watched you all the afternoon.

I saw none of the neglect
of which you speak.

You are not to blame for this.

Now, go and bring out a bed sheet
in cold water.

We must hang it before the fire
so that it steams.

Go!

Go!

You're all right, my little friend.

You must do just what I tell you now.

Are you praying. 5°PhY?

I am not sure.

I think I am begging.

For God's mercy?

For any outcome
other than the one I fear will be.

Sophy, what if God has willed this?

Does it console you to think
this might fulfil some plan?

I have no choice
but to be consoled by it.

Otherwise my heart would break.

Stay with me for a moment's prayer.

Father, I would sooner
fight for his life

than pray for his soul.

(DOOR OPENING)

I am so very grieved, Miss Matty.

We will get you a little boat
from the nursery

and you can sail it all about this bath.

And tell me all the places you are going

when you are grown and run away
to join the navy.

There you are.

Dr Harrison knows just what to do
to make it better.

We need more hot water.

Upstairs, Doctor.

More lovely steam.

It is quite like the tropics
in this bath.

(WHEEZING)

- Is this the crisis?
- Keep talking to him.

Hold tight. Hold tight.

I think your boat has come
to the equator.

You must hold tight now.

(GASPING)

I suppose you may open the window now.

SOPHY: The catch sticks.

(CRYING SOFTLY)

There is no need to come on tiptoe.

You cannot disturb him now.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Martha asks if you would like
a cup of tea, Miss Matty?

No, thank you, Mary dear.

I suppose now there will be nobody
to call me Matilda any more.

Deborah did not care
for my name being shortened.

But everybody did it...

Except she.