All language subtitles for The.Wild.Heart.1952.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG.eng

Gone to earth!

The tale of pagan cruelty hangs in a mist
of legend over the Earth's far away places.

This is one of them.

The Shropshire border
between Wales and England.

Haunted, like all border lands.

Here is a strange country of Roman ruins.

Crumbling heathen altars.

And a fearful ghost from
whom the living still flee.

It is the black huntsman,

who rides the night wind with his phantom
pack, who beguards Little Mountain.

And those of gypsy blood still whisper.

That to look upon the Hunstman,

to hear his hunting horn, and the angry
baying of his hounds means, death.

This is the story of Hazel Woodis.

Who's gypsy mother left her with a fear
of the Black Hunstman's godless cruelty.

Fear born of ignorance.

Ignorance that rejected salvation.

It was the weak, the helpless
and the untamed with

whom this half gypsy girl
found her only kinship.

And thus, even as the fox she loved,

Hazel faced the huntsman,
helpless and alone.

They're out tonight, Father.

I can hear the death pack.

And I heard the Black Huntsman's horn.

You little blessin',
running away like that.

You want the death pack to get
ya, like it got your mam?

If you're lost, I'm lost.

Sit you there. There's bones for supper.

Maybe the Black Meet's set for tonight...

like it says here
in my mam's book.

You'll be as queer as them
all with the gypsy ghosts.

I never looked back or I'd be dead by now.

No daughter of mine shall stuff her head
with those witches tales!

You old beast, you.

Now if you don't take needle and thread
to that dress of yours,

you'll be naked in a week.

It will not mend.

Foxy would like me to get a new one.

I'll go to the village in the morning.

I'll bide the night at Aunties.

Play, Mother Dear.

Beneath the roots lays Mother Dear.

So dear.

She be the tree that
grew from out her body.

Beneath her shade we shelter

beasts and men all
free from care.

Margarine, Mr. James,
is just as good as butter.

Butter's made of milk.

But where does the milk come from?

Now, what...

I say... Hazel.

How do I look, cousin Albert?

Jam. My word, you're jam, Hazel.

I'm going to tea to Auntie's now.

I'm fair famished.

There's a magic lantern show on tonight.

I never seen a magic lantern show, Albert.

Are you staying the night, Hazel?

Maybe your mother won't ask me to stay.

You leave that to me, Hazel.

Good day, Mr. James.

It's a disgrace the way you look
in that dress.

You look like an actress.

Do I, Aunt Prowde?

You do.

You quite draw men's eyes.

It's nice to draw men's eyes.

Ain't it, Aunt Prowde?

Jam.

If you go on the way you're going,
you'll get picked up, my girl.

I'd like to see anyone pick me up.
I'd kick.

You take after your ma.

I'd be glad.

Your mother was a gypsy,
first and last.

Some Christian to be born in a caravan
as she were.

She were as good a Christian as some folk.

Well, see you later, Hazel.

You won't see her later
because Hazel must start now

to get back before nightfall.

Hazel's staying the night, Mother, surely.

Hazel must go back to her father.
We're short a room as it is.

She can have my room.

Hazel cannot have your room.
It's not suitable.

Well... let her share yours then.

As long as I live, my room's mine.

When I'm gone...

the sooner the better for you, no doubt...

you can put her in my room,
and yourself too.

- Dear!
- That he never will.

I keeps myself to myself.

The Black Huntsman.

What the devil are you doing down there?

She would not let me bide the night.

My foot's blistered in a balloon...

and there's blood on my new dress.

What's your name?

Hazel.

Hazel what?

Just Hazel.

Well, mine's Reddin.

Jack Reddin.

And why you're so dark about yours,
I don't know.

But up you get anyway.

Your arm pulling me in

be like the Sunday school tale

of the hungry sharks and
Peter on the wild sea.

Me bein' Peter.

Giddap there.

I turn off here.

Open the gate for me, will you?

Far to go?

Far. Miles and miles

across hills.

Would you like to stop the night over?

I'm much obliged.

Who rides there with you?

Only my servant.

Your servant, he a gentleman then?

A gentleman?

Yes, yes, that's it.

Where you been mister?

To market.

You'll write about as
much as is good for you.

Well you've got a nerve.

Peasant.

Yeah?

Young lady's lost her way.

You'll find it for her, I make no doubt.

Get the broodmares in.
They should have been in by this hour.

Yes...

Hi, Rambler.

I cannot bear hound dogs.

Nasty snapping things.

You lie down, you fool.
You've seen a girl before.

You... You hunt poor foxes?

So we ought.

Vermin.

You looks like a hound dog when you laugh.

And you, you keep away from our Foxy.

Who's Foxy?

My little small cub as I took and reared.

You reared her, did you?

Ah, she lost her mam.

I'm her mam now.

You like that picture?

Or is it the dress you like?

If you stayed at Undern you could
wear a new dress every day of the week.

If "ifs" and "ands" were beans and bacon,
there's few would go with empty bellies.

Who taught you to sing?

Father did.

He's a musician.

Bastard fiddler.

Father's wonderful with the music.

He wins money prizes.

Put it on.

I'd rather not.

Put it on, milady.

I been ain't your lady.

Old feller...

Where be you?

What, after the older now?

I will not stay alone with him.

So he's had his trouble for nothing.

Hazel?

Hazel.

All right, sulk. It doesn't hurt me.

I never ran after a woman in my life.

Especially a fiddler's brat.

You can have my room
above the stables for the night.

There's a key to it.

Here you be.

- Where will you sleep, Mr. Vessons?
- Never you mind!

No woman should ever tell
Andrew Vessons where to sleep.

Mrs. Adundun?

Never was I.

I'll wake you at daybreak.

Where do you live?

You needn't be scared to tell me.
I'm six and 60.

- You'll not tell him?
- Him?

Not wild horses shall drag it from me...

Nor hunters, nor cart-horses...

nor Suffolk punches.

I lives at the Callow.

Callow?

That lost and forgotten place
to the side of God's Little Mountain?

It isn't lost and forgotten.

My dad makes coffins.

Does he now?

Ahh, but you haven't got a swan
made out of a euc tree.

But I have.

Twenty years I've been a-clippin' it.

Only the beak is missing.

Never tell him where I live.

Never in life!

Never tell him...

unless he asks it to you, and cannot rest.

He may ask till doomsday.

A missus at Undern?

Never will I...

Harry.

That little fox eating again.

Next time it's the pond.

You mustn't.

We'll see if I doesn't.

There, there Foxy.

Him lonesome.

I must take her along with us.

I make the laws.

What goes against me gets drowned.

It ain't all for you.

The world wasn't made in seven days
all over Abel Woodis.

Put her in the coffin.

You be a queer girl, Hazel.

You be a wild cat, like your mother.

It's time you was married!

If anyone be fool enough to ask you.

Maybe there's many as would.

Maybe I'll marry a fine gentleman.
With a servant.

I fear long to see it.

You! I swear I'll wed the first
that comes, the very first.

What will you swear by?

Will you swear by God's Little Mountain?

By your Mother's grave on the mountain.

You swear to marry the first
who comes, whoever he be?

I swear.

Two pints of rough.

Dear.

- Hi, Landlord!
- Come in, sir.

I'll hold your horse.

No, I won't come in.
Sherry out here, please.

Sarah, a glass of sherry
for the gentleman.

Do you know any pretty girl around here,
with black hair, green eyes?

- Father plays the fiddle.
- No, sir.

What women there be around here
are weathered and case-hardened.

No fiddler chap?

Plays at the parish meetings.

Hey! If it's music you're after, squire,
I know music better than fiddles.

- That's harp!
- Oh, blast your harps.

Think I look like an angel?

My, sounds like the Black Huntsman himself.

Giddap there.

He's got the blood
of little foxes on him, Foxy.

Take care.

A wild stench.

Before you were born.

A cow and her calf fell
down that there place.

Hundreds of feet.

Did they save 'em?

Lords no.

They was all over jelly.

Oh, I cannot bear it.

It's a fearsome place.

Lords, now what's the
matter with the girl?

What came on me is,

I'll die, as well as the others.

You only just found that out?

What a queen of fools you be.

Seems the world's a big
spring trap and us in it.

Hark to the music.

You're to nice.

That's what you be.

Nice.

It's broken again, Mr. Master.

Oh, let's see what we can do about it.
There we are.

Thank you.

Edward.

Yes, Mother.

You told me a lady singer was coming.

Oh yes, her father's with her.
He plays the harp.

A Mr. and Miss Woodis.

Come along in Mr. Woodis.

Glad to see you and Miss Woodis.

It's a fine day.

We were afraid you weren't coming.

Harps in heaven.

Harps in heaven play for you.

Played for Christ with his eyes so blue.

Played for Peter and for Paul.

But never played for me at all.

Harps in heaven made all of glass.

Greener than the rainy grass.

Played for Peter and for Paul.

But never played for me at all.

Harps in heaven, play high, play low.

In the cold rainy wind I go.

- To find.
- Keep time, girl.

As green as spring.

This splintered harp without a string.

Go on, Hazel, have another one.

Thank you.

I thought you sang
beautifully, Miss Woodis.

Very beautifully.

Have a tart, minister.

I should be very pleased if you
should come to supper on Sunday.

What will the sweepy
old lady say?

Oh, my mother would
be very pleased too.

You can tell your father,
I shall see you home.

I'm much obliged.

Then we shall meet again, Sunday.

Thank you.

And I told father I'd marry
the first that come.

I swore it by the mountain.

And, uh, nobody came?

Never a one.

Nobody at all?

Never a one.

And if anyone came
and asked you to marry him...

you would?

Well, I'm bound to, seemingly.

But none will ever come.
What for should they?

Should you like to be married?

My mam did not like it.

She said tears and torment...

tears and torment was a married lot.

And she said, "Keep yourself to yourself."

You weren't made
for marrying anymore than me.

"Eat in company but sleep alone."

That's what she said, Mr. Marston.

Supper!

Do you know a chap around here
that plays the fiddle well?

And with a pretty daughter.
Skinny, black hair.

Can't say as I call unto mind.

And how many brothers and sisters
have you, my dear?

Never a one.

Nobody but our Foxy.

Give her a chair, my dear.

I'm well enough as I am.

And who is Foxy?

My little cub.

You speak as if the animal
were a relation, dear.

So all animals be my brothers and sisters.

I know, dear, quite right.

All animals, in conversation,
should be so.

But any single animal, in reality,
is only an animal.

And animals have no souls.

Yes, they have them.

If they have none, you have none.

They're foxes, Hazel.

I mean some foxes,

are very mischievous.

Mischievous?

And who made them
mischievous I'd like to know.

God made them.

What for did he, if he didn't
like 'em when they were done?

Who can it be riding late
at night, Mrs. Marston?

Did you hear a horse, my dear?

I don't know.

I thought I heared...

someone.

That's Winky. He always says
goodnight to me and Foxy.

Goodnight, Winky.

Hazel.

Will you marry me, Hazel?

You've been mighty quick about it.

Yes, I know I have.

It's me.

Bide a minute, Mr. Marston.

Foxy, you're doing a sound
happy, be a lonesome me own.

Here she is.

May I?

Will you marry me, Hazel?

I can give you a good home.

And I'll try and be a good husband to you.

And I love you.

Do you love me as much as I love Foxy?

Far more.

Ain't she a dear?

Hazel.

Who's here?

Oh, it's you, Minister.

I want to talk to you.

Well, here I be.

I want to marry Hazel.

You want her?

You marry her?

Yes.

Well, I suppose her is a woman grown.

You can have her.

When do you want her?

Well, Hazel must decide that.

Lord, man, tell her what to do,
she'll do it.

You take a stick to her now and again.

When will you be my wife, Hazel?

I don't know.

Not for days and days.

Yeah, look at her.

Throw somethin' at her, man!

I think I should prefer your absence.

Go away!

That's the way to talk to him.

What do you say to next August?

I'd like it right well.

The Sunday after the county fair.

Dad and me is going.

Then we'll go together.

My mother would help to get the things.

What kind of things?

Pretty clothes.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Thank you kindly, Minister.

Edward.

Ed'ard.

Any fellows in your parish, Parson?

Yes.

There's one on the far
side of the mountain.

Pretty daughter?

No.

He's only twenty.

Thank you for giving me Hazel.

I know she doesn't love me, but someone
else would have been the first.

Someone who might not
protect and defend her.

As I promise you I shall.

I pray that in good time,

she blossoms into womanhood.

She may give me the gift of her love.

But I pledge that until then,

she shall be as a
beloved sister to me.

I shall ask nothing of her.

Nothing.

Until she wants to
be a wife to me.

Who's leading?

That's Jack Reddin in front.

Hazel!

Hazel!

Jack Reddin must be drunk.

What's wrong, Jack?

Reddin was winning,
but he pulled out.

Well, you've given me a long enough chase.

Go away, Mr. Reddin.

Leave me be.

Go away please.

What's this I hear about you
and the parson?

He's going to marry me tomorrow.

The devil he is. Who to?

To him.

- What?
- We're going to be wed.

The parson and you?

And Foxy's comin' too.

And he's givin' me a box full of clothes.

So did I.

Yours are old ones.

You've got to come and talk to me
tonight while they're dancing.

I cannot.

If you don't, I'll tell the parson you
stayed the night at Undern.

Then he won't marry you.

You would not do that, Mr. Reddin.

Wouldn't I?

You wouldn't.

Is the minister staying for the dancing?

Is your father here?

Well, then tell the parson
you're staying with him.

What went wrong, Mr. Reddin?

Everything!

Center it out!

Hazel, can't you see
that I'm in love with you?

I want to marry you.

What for be?

There's you, and there's Ed'ard.

Why can't you leave me be?

I never thought I'd come to 40
and be like this.

Be 40?

I suppose the parson's young.

- Him the right age.
- I'll show you who's the right age.

Hands off, Mr. Reddin.

Now come and dance.

Let's see if a man of 40 can't tire you.

What's the good, Mr. Reddin?

I'm promised.

I'm promised to Ed.

So you don't like hurting things, Hazel.

You're hurting me.

It ain't my fault.

I'm always hurting things.

It ain't my fault.

Ed'ard will look after me
and Foxy and the others.

And you, got blood on you, Mr. Reddin.

While I'll even drop the hunting
if you check the parson. I promise.

You wouldn't keep it.

Seems I've got to go with you or Ed'ard.

How can I go against Ed'ard?

He sits store by me.

And I swore it by the mountain.

What?

If I broke that oath,

my cold soul would wander
about the mountain,

finding never a way to rest.

And Ed'ard thinking it were the wind.

What was it you swore?

To marry the first as comes.

It wasn't you, Mr. Reddin.

It wasn't you!

The animal has no business
in a place of worship.

- What for not?
- Because not!

Whoever made you made Foxy.

Ouch! Take that animal out of here.

I will not.

"Let be."

Other sheep I have which
are not of this fold.

"Them also will I bring."

We are gathered together here
to witness the union

of this man and this woman
in the sacred covenant of marriage.

To hear their vows, and to seek for them

the help and blessing of God
in whose presence we stand.

Therefore it is fit that we bear in mind
that marriage was ordained of God

"and for the mutual society..."

and for the increase of mankind
according to His will.

Long live the minister says I.

You'll not get another
bite of that apple.

Lord Christ, our savior.

Lord Christ, our savior.

Lord Jesus Christ.

Our savior.

I baptize thee...

in the name of the Father...

and of the Son...

and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Hallelujah.

Amen.

My dear... it was beautiful. Beautiful.

One of the nicest baptisms I ever saw.

Oh, dear, there's always someone.

Hazel, you'd better go upstairs, dear.

Good afternoon.

I'd like to see the minister.
May I come in?

Oh, yes, yes. Do come in.

Such a hot day.

I just stopped by to pay my respects.

My son won't be a moment.

Can I get you something to drink, Mr...?

Reddin.

Jack Reddin, of Undern.

If you have a little sherry, perhaps?

I must doubt that we have any
of last Christmas pudding's bottle left,

but I'll go and see.

Hazel?

Or shall I come up?

Leave me be.

You don't want me to.

Meet me at Hunter's Spinny,

next Sunday, same time as now.

Martha, the best glasses...

Promise.

Why?

Because you want to come.

I'm quite put out about that sherry,

but here's some sparkling gooseberry wine.

Four years old last midsummer.

Oh, you've met my daughter-in-law,
Mrs. Edward Marston.

Oh, allow me.

Thank you.

Quite up, you see!

Are you all right, Hazel?

Edward, there's a gentleman
to see you, dear.

Mr. Reddin of Undern.

Ah, yes, Mr. Reddin.

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

I saw a little of your baptism.
Very amusing.

Perhaps I'll come again one day.

The next time,
perhaps you'll find it even more amusing.

The third time,
you'll be singing hymns with us.

And the fourth time...

Thank you, Mother.

I might even be baptizing you.

You seem very sure of yourself, Parson.

I'm sure of my faith, Squire.

I wish someone would
look after the bad ones.

I must not.

I must not.

Hazel, I just came to...

Hazel... are you really happy here?

Of course, Ed'ard.

There's Foxy in her brand new kennel,

and me with the sitting
chapel, baptized and all.

No, no, Hazel.

That's not what I mean.

Of course there's the old lady.

I try to learn her ways.

But I can't Ed'ard.

Hazel.

Hazel.

Could you be happier
with some other man?

What for do you say that?

Well I hadn't forgotten that I
was the first to ask, Hazel.

And that you had to say yes.

Perhaps the next man
would have been more...

well...

Ed'ard?

If you was caught in a
trap, what would you do?

I should pray, but tell me
Hazel, what's troubling you?

What good prayin do?

God answers prayers.

He don't answer creatures caught in traps.

Crying and screaming to be loosed,
and never a one to hear him.

And it's come over me to wonder.

Who'd loose me?

Hazel.

Hazel.

What do I mean to you?

Why you be my husband of course.

Yes, but...

You mean everything to me.

You mean more to me than me own M'am.

Goodnight, Hazel.

Ed'ard!

On a mid summers eve.

Your problem take,

to the striper stones,

beyond the bridge.

In the lap of the stones,
called the devil's chair,

They roam in a shore that is colored fair.

They'll circle around the tell-tale stone.

Then come to a stop,
and question the thrown.

Tell me.

If I be to go to Hunter's Spinny Sunday,

tell me.

If the wind should rise,
and the shoal should blow,

then your answer be yes.

Your answer be, go.

Hazel!

Hazel!

Martha, look.

Call your master.

Mother... Hazel is safe.

Men were deceivers.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on...

Come on, ladies!

Ladies?

Do you call them, Mum?

You're up early for a married woman...

or whatever you may be, Missy.

You're jealous!

"A missus at Undern? Never will I!"

Them blackbirds is after my fruit.

I'll kill 'em! I'll kill 'em dead!

No! Don't!

If you shoot a blackbird,
the milk will turn bloody!

Jack! Jack, he's killing them!

Jack!

What's all that noise?

He got another one.

I'm afraid vessons will shoot
himself, he's so queer.

He'd rather it was me than the blackbirds!

Nonsense.

It's like I've killed him coming to Undern.

Bloody, is it?

- Well, is it?
- No.

And now it's notice.

Notice has been given.

One month, by Andrew Vessons
to John Reddin, as squire of Undern.

Why, Vessons.

You are a fool.

You and I can't part, you know that.

We must!

But why, man?

What's wrong, Andrew?

She mocked me.

Did you, Hazel?

What have you been
doing to the old man.

I'll do no woman's will.

Maiden I'll stay till my dying day.

Now look here man, be
reasonable, listen to me.

- I'm your master, aren't I?
- Ah, till a month.

Then you take your orders from me.

I'm master here.

So we say no more about it.

Notice is took back.

Come back here, Hazel!

Hazel!

Hazel!

Hazel.

Now, what's the matter?

You want that old feller more
than you want me.

Don't be silly.

He has his virtues, you have yours.

If you cannot be civil-spoken, I'll go.

You can't go.

Shall I tell you why?

- Who cried in Hunter's Spinny?
- No, don't, Hazel.

Who had tears in his eyes?

Who sat there without a breath in him...

and the tears comin' down his cheeks
like a baby?

Oh, Hazel.

You do want to stay.

You did want to come with me, didn't you?

Not till you made me.

But maybe you couldn't help it.

Maybe you was drove to it.

What by?

Something strong, as driveth us all.

Hazel, if... if I told you that...

No. Do not say aught.

If you're gonna run words, come from
below your tongue like Ed'ard can.

You see,

Our church is like a garden.

With prayer, we can plant a
hedge around the beloved.

The beloved.

To keep her free from harm.

There there, little humpy.

You're out of the trap now.

Ain't nothin more to fret about.

You'll bide her nice and warm
till your leg be better.

And next time, look where you be going.

Hazel.

Hazel.

Where are you?

Hazel?

Well, what are you doing in here?

I don't think even Dressing has
been in this old tomb for years.

I bagged us a fine dinner.

The poor little...

You've got blood on you.

Nice way to greet the good provider.

Maybe you'd rather bury these
birds in the church yard.

And have that meely mouthed parson
hold a service over them, eh?

Don't you go talking against Ed'ard.

Maybe I'd be Ed'ard's misses than yorn.

Going to leave a gun are you?

I brought you something.

There, now don't say all
the giving's on your side.

They look like drops of blood.

I'm much obliged to ya,
but I don't want it.

You little fool, it's worth a fortune.

Take it off.

I will not stay, if you don't take it off.

You've got to wear it,
to show you're mine.

Oh well, good night to be at home.

I'd rather sleep under the trees.

I feel like crawling under a
mill stone, in this dark place.

They do say it's haunted,
but I don't doubt it.

Haunted?

Who by?

Oh, people that failed.

Weaklings.

Men who lost their money on other women.

Well for did they fail.

Oh, silly ideas.

Not doing what they wanted.

I know what I want.

You want me.

Here, come undo my boots.

Maybe I don't want to.

Maybe I want Ed'ard.

And the old lady even.

Well you'd better make up your
mind, or you'll come to smash.

Like she did.

Did someone strong catch hold of him?

Yes, a man.

Was it you?

No you simpleton,
it was a hundred years ago.

Did she go young?

Yes, she did.

Her soul to be with me.

No, No. Leave her be.

What the devil?

What is it, what
have you got there?

Let me see.

Now Hazel, you've gotta
stop this nonsense.

I wanted to keep her,
and make her happy.

There be no pity in yer
heart, Jack Reddin.

Oh stop it Hazel, I'm tired.

There be no piece in your dark heart.

I do not like it here.

I live for life with Ed'ard.

Fine chance he'd take you back.

Oh Ed'ard. Ed'ard.

He put a spell on me. He did.

Tea, Edward.

I know where Hazel is.

You know where she is, Mother?

Why didn't you tell me?

I am telling you, dear. It's all over
the town. Most unpleasant.

But I never thought Hazel was steadfast.

Mother, where is she?

My dear, you're all in a fever.
You've had nothing to eat yet.

A little preserves.

Your poor father always said
you'd break out some day and you have.

The best dish.

Well, jam, I'll say nothing about jam.
It's jam after all.

Ma! Where is she?

It was much more peaceful without her.

And I wish Mr. Reddin well of her.

Where are you going?

Ed'ard.

I had to see it
with my own eyes.

I couldn't really believe it.

I've longed for to see you so.

Hazel, I must know.

Do you love this man?

Oh no, Ed'ard.

Then what is it, now you are
happier here with him?

No Ed'ard, no.

It was living with you
that made me happier.

But you came here of your own free will.

But I didn't want to, I didn't.

But how can both be true. Tell me!

Don't look at me like that.

Don't talk so stern, Ed'ard.

I cannot bear it.

Well now. Isn't this a
touching little scene.

Hello Pastor. Quite a surprise.

Care for some tea?

Or do you think the situation calls
for something a little stronger?

You're a contemptible character.

Now just a minute my lad, just a minute.
People don't call me names twice.

Don't you dare touch him, Jack Reddin.

Oh stow it Hazel,
go on up stairs.

Hazel, you stay or go as you wish.

I like that, you speak as if she is your's.

She is my wife.

She was never your wife, and you know it.

Please Ed'ard don't fight
him, I'm not worth it.

She's quite right you know, Masturn.

In normal circumstances, she could
go with you as far as I'm concerned.

With no argument.

But you see, Minister.
As things are with Hazel,

Oh no, Jack, no.

- Please.
- What does he mean, Hazel.

Oh, I see she hasn't told you the news.

Well the fact is, Minister,
we are expecting another

little member of your
congregation the spring.

Oh I intend to do the decent thing.

Of course some fellas would be
hard on a woman in that state.

But I've got a memory, Edward.

The straight thing forward is to
marry her, if you'll divorce her.

Think it over.

You'll see it's the only way.

Oh hang it, what's the matter man?

Can't you speak?

Could I say fairer than I have?

Hazel, do you want to marry this man?

I'll near marry him.

Not till doom breaks.

I do not like you.

I'd leave you as dead as quick.

Come Hazel.

I'm taking you home.

Come, Hazel.

Will you be three for dinner?

Or one?

Get out!

Evening, Mrs. Mastern.

Are you going to bring that
woman back under your roof?

Yes.

If you bring that woman her,
I will be no mother to you.

I'd best go, Ed'ard.

This is Hazel's home. I don't
want you to go mother.

But Hazel stays here.

When the Mrs. goes, I go.

For I kept myself respectable
all these years.

And I'll serve no light woman.

Very well, Martha.

Now mother, there is no
necessity for going tonight.

I will not stay for one hour under
the same roof, with that wicked woman.

What are you staring at?

The world mother.

I shall stay tonight
at the Hunter's arms.

Martha can pack my
things tomorrow.

You doin alright Ed'ard?

She made her own decision, Hazel.

Maybe,

maybe she'll come back, Ed'ard.

When the anger has over passed.

The anger of righteous
people, is never over passed.

You see, I'll write her a letter.

I'll say I'm a wicked girl, and
she's to teach me better ways.

She'll come like Foxy after bones, Ed'ard.

Save my soul.

If you do not want the
baby, I'll send it to Ian.

Let's not speak of that, Hazel.

Oh, Ed'ard!

If only we could see good
times together before I died.

It isn't bad for folks to
die, if they seen good times.

What sort of good times, Hazel?

Going out on a May morning, you and me.

And maybe Foxy on a string.

Looking for nith.

And us with the dew of the morning's
cobwebs on our boots.

And then, me cooking
the breakfast.

And you making the
toast, and burning it.

And maybe us laughing over a bit of fun.

And then you off to read to somebody ill.

And me waiting outside,
pleased as a Queen.

And I can hear your voice coming
quiet through the window.

Them days be coming,
Ed'ard aren't they?

I don't know mind at all
if I know they'd be comin.

Maybe not soon. Ed'ard,

But maybe after a long long while.

After years and years.

Oh Ed'ard.

What, what can you to save my soul?

What what can you see as I love you true?

Hazel.

Oh Ed'ard.

Why would you hold
me closer for?

Why wouldn't you hold me close
in the spring of the year?

It'd be autumn now.

Late.

And it'd be growing cold.

Morning.

Morning, Squire.

A very merry morning to you, Gentlemen.

Ed'ard.

Hazel.

There's no hope, is there Ed'ard?

I don't know, Hazel. I don't know.

Come in.

Don't worry yourself, Hazel.

This young woman, might,
I think absent herself.

Would you rather stay or go, Hazel?

Stay along with you Ed'ard.

Get on with it.

We bring you the Lord's message, Minister.

I speak for him.

You're sure?

And what we are to say is this.

The adulteress, must go.

If you don't dismiss this female,
we'll take it to the church meeting.

Curse you.

Curse you for tormenting my Ed'ard.

This is the best man in all the county.

The best!

And you yourself, Edward. A sinner?

And who are you to judge?

How do you know it was Hazel's fault?
It was mine.

I have good time to explain.

But not to you.

Not to you.

You're no sinner, are you?

Not in the eyes of the law.

But what are you, I wonder.

In the eyes of the Lord.

You and your like, you'll
kill our thoughts, and hopes.

Crucify our ideals.

And then go down on your knees to
God and pray for your fellow men.

But you rule this world.

Little,

smug,

pot bellied, gods.

- That's.
- Get out!

Well that's it, is it?

We'll clear out here to make a
fresh start, somewhere else.

I'll give up the ministry.

What'll you do, Ed'ard?

Oh, break stones, anything. There must
be some kind of honest work I can do.

You'd be strong, Ed'ard.

But you were not meant to break stones.

I didn't mean that literally, Hazel.

Maybe I weren't a meant
to bide along with you.

I didn't mean to harm you, Ed'ard.

Of course you didn't.

The old lady was right.

She'd come back if I was gone.

And all the others to.

I don't want to see them again, Hazel.
Any of them.

And you mustn't let
them frighten you.

I ain't a feared of them now, Ed'ard.

It'll all come right in my soul.

And you'll get all as you leave half.

Foxy?

Foxy!

Foxy.

Foxy.

Foxy!

Alright men, come in.

Try over there.

Try over there.

Try for him, ladies.

You run him out
then, run him out.

Harmony, harmony.

Take care.

Get on the way, high.

Foxy!

Foxy.

Foxy, me own.

You mustn't run away like
that, they'll catch you.

They're after us, Foxy.

It's a girl they're after.

It's a girl.

Hazel, it's Hazel!

Head them off, head them off.

No, No!

Hazel! Hazel!

They'll pull you down!

Give her to me, Hazel. Give her to me.

You fool, give her to me.

No!

Gone to Earth.