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Come on. Come get some bread.

Come on.

Don't you want any?

Come on. Aren't you hungry?

Come on.

Here you go.

Go on. Here you go.

So!

You've been giving them permission to eat, have you?

Eh? Eh? My seed, eh? Eh?

You've gone up in the world. ls that it?

Is that what you think?

I'll give you something to think about!

Now get on with ya!

Lift your end.

Tip the end.

Push. Push. That's it.

Gentle. I'm going to learn to play this one day.

You've only been gone an hour.

- What's he done? - Nothin'.

Did he hit you?

Shame on you for letting him.

His father was my father's journeyman.

Keep in.

All right, Jock.

Mr. Fawley.

Just take this off.

For five seconds.

All right. Stay still, everyone.

- Come on if you're coming then. -

You finished your work? Yeah.

Good boy.

Come on. Come on, move.

Right. Come on.

Come on.

Out of the way. Yah, yah, yah!

You look sad, Jude. Sorry I'm going?

Hmm?

Yeah.

So am I.

Where are you going, sir?

Christminster.

Why do you have to go?

You know what a university is, a university degree?

Do you see it? Over there.

That's Christminster.

If you want to do anything in life, Jude,

that's where you have to go.

Even if it means giving up everything else for a while.

You have to read your books when your friends are out playing,

get out of bed early in the morning...

when it's freezing cold.

Study every chance you get.

One day, it'll all pay off. I promise you.

Once you're there, everything's open to you.

You can become anything you want.

You can choose your future.

Dinner.

Hurry up, Jude.

Here he comes now.

Want some of this bread?

You staying and eating with us today, Jude? No.

Thank you. Whoa. Look at that, Jude.

Have a piece of this cheese, Jude. You'll love it.

Who have you got waiting then? A chip off the old block, eh?

Is she a looker? I hope she's worth it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

"Swiftly she rose from the gray sea like a mist."

"My child, why do you weep?"

Ow!

Here's the poet.

Thank you very much.

I didn't throw it. Nor me.

Anny. I didn't throw it, I tell ya.

I don't even like the look of him.

None of you threw it. What's wrong with him?

I think he's quite nice.

He's all right. He's just standing there.

Oh, look. You scared him off now.

Aw, he's shy.

Bet you think I threw it.

No.

Well, I did.

But don't tell anyone.

My name's Arabella.

My father's a pig breeder. We were washing innards for black pudding.

What?

Nothin'.

I don't work Sundays. You can see me then.

Did you catch anything?

Nah. Should have thrown something else at him.

So all you do is read?

Yes.

Nothin' else?

Then what do you read? Latin, some Greek.

I've read two books of The Iliad, Thucydides, Hesiod,

some of the Greek Testament.

Hoity-toity.

Well, I need to, if I'm going to get into Christminster.

Christminster?

Yes. I'm going to be a scholar,

maybe even a professor one day.

My, my.

You ever seen me climb a tree?

No.

You tired me out. You didn't do anything.

Can I come in?

I've got something to show you, Jude.

Where are you?

Get up, Abby.

Why? I'm gonna kiss you.

Kiss me like this.

Be careful. I'm hatching an egg.

I carry it with me everywhere. It'll hatch in three days.

Why do you do that?

It's natural for a woman to bring a live thing into the world.

Jude. Yes?

It's late.

To the bride and the groom.

To the bride and the groom!

Drusilla. Lisel. Pass it to Drusilla.

Aunt Drusilla. It's for Aunt Drusilla.

What shall we call her?

Rosie's Pick. Rosie what?

What about Jemima Spot? Jemima Spot. Do you like that?

I got him, I got him!

It isn't your own?

So?

- What? - Well, you got enough of your own hair.

It's very fashionable in London.

What do you care what people think in London?

- Don't you like it? - No.

Then I won't wear it.

Leave it on.

I want to see us. You can close your eyes if you like...

and pretend it's dark.

Jude.

Ask me nicely. Ask you what?

Whatever you want me to do.

I don't know.

We'll just have to make it up.

He's never gonna get here.

He's probably bloody drunk.

We'll just have to do it ourselves.

Be careful with those.

Then find somewhere else for 'em.

This table's for the lard.

All right. Over.

Where do you want it?

Just on this side. All right.

Give me the knife.

Thank God it's dead.

What's God got to do with pig killin'?

It's a bit late to be looking at other women.

I won't feel sorry for you.

You should have listened to me.

Fawleys are not cut out for marriage. I had no choice.

You had no brains. She's five months gone, and not even a bulge.

Please don't say that.

Shall I get your room ready?

No. I'd better go.

Dear Jude,

I've decided to leave, and I won't be back.

I know you think I tricked you into marrying me,

but, I swear, I really believed I was pregnant.

I'm going to Australia to start again.

Perhaps now you'll be free to go to Christminster and become a university man.

Good luck.

Can I help you?

This is nice.

Five, six, seven, eight...

Then there's your back-to-back houses...

and your grubby children hanging off scaffolding.

It's the same city.

Maybe a five-minute walk from Church Street to Scum Street.

Why don't we go over?

Why don't we go over and knock on their doors?

Because they've convinced us this is the way it is.

No change.

Why change?

They've won their argument.

They educate their kind to win their argument.

Hello. I'm looking for Jude Fawley. I believe he works here.

You'll find him around the corner, miss. Thank you.

Jude Fawley?

I'm your cousin, Sue Bridehead.

Aunt Drusilla wrote and told me you were in Christminster.

Hello.

Hello.

Don't either of you take this wrong, but you don't look like cousins to me.

Why is that? Because you're pretty and fine,

and Jude here has got this dour slab of stone for a face.

- A big nose is a sign of nobility. - Shut up, Tinker.

Oi. They have the same noses.

Have we? Rubbish.

Rubbish yourself. Look at 'em. Sign of nobility.

One each, right in the middle of their faces.

Tell me some more about my cousin.

Oh, he's a scholar, a true scholar.

He's a sinner. And why is that?

What was the last one called, Jim?

Oh, you mean Vicky? No. Florence.

Oh, the one before Elspeth. Florence.

Down it in one. Mmm. Nice, isn't it?

Ooh, lovely. Blech! Ugh! Oh!

Nothing up my sleeve, right?

Two ways it can disappear: the back of the hand, front of the hand.

Oh, yes. Now that is good. That is good.

Back again. Oh, yes.

Jude? Jude!

Jude.

Not there. It's bad luck.

They used to burn martyrs there.

Are you superstitious, Jude?

No.

Nor am I. But I think it's better to be safe. Don't you?

Where are we going? Somewhere living, away from this university.

But it's wonderful here. It's all stone.

You're talking about the buildings. I'm talking about the scholars.

I was talking about the scholars too.

Thank you!

There you go.

Oh!

Ah!

Huh? Finish it. Mmm.

How much are these two, please? Ten shillings.

You're not gonna buy them? Why not?

- Would you like me to wrap them up? - No, thank you.

Why have you wrapped them up?

Because I don't want to give my landlady an unnecessary heart attack.

You're being rather confrontational.

No. I was just wondering why you bother to go to church at all.

Because a part of me is still a superstitious, backward country girl.

You mean like me?

I didn't know you were a girl.

Do I irritate you?

No.

Even when I keep trying to prove how much cleverer than you I am?

You are.

Don't say that.

Why not?

Because it's not the sort of thing you should admit to.

Why not, if it's true?

Say something.

I enjoy listening to you.

Catullus?

"Godlike the man who sits at her side,

who watches and catches the laughter,

which softly tears me to tatters.

Nothing is left of me...

each time I see her."

Beautiful.

Lord, this is heavy.

What does the law say about marrying your cousin?

Don't know about that. It says nothing about falling in love with them.

Is that so? Quite common, I hear.

What do you think, Jude?

You two are cousins. You tell me.

Sue?

How do you know?

You've got women's hands.

You'll have to do better than that.

Brute force doesn't count.

You been following me?

I came to say good-bye.

Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?

That's Wilks.

How do you do, Mr. Wilks?

Why are you leaving?

I had a row with my landlady.

She found one of my statues and threw it on the floor...

and stamped on it and ground the head to pieces with her heel.

She made sure I lost my job as well.

Where will you go? I don't know.

I'm going to teach somewhere.

You can teach here in Christminster.

Everyone in this city's a teacher, Jude.

I've got a friend who can help... Mr. Phillotson.

I was his pupil in Marygreen.

Don't worry about me.

I was going to look him up anyway. There's no harm in asking.

Why do you want me to stay?

Because we've only just met.

Yes? Mr. Phillotson?

Yes. My name is Jude Fawley.

I was your pupil in Marygreen.

Yes, of course you were.

Are you an old pupil too?

No. This is my cousin, Sue Bridehead.

Hello.

Mr. Phillotson, you once showed me Christminster,

the same day you left Marygreen.

I came here because of you, sir, to become a university man.

Through here.

I gave up the idea of university a long time ago,

but other dreams have replaced it.

I'm very happy as a schoolmaster.

Here we are.

Sue's been looking for work as a teacher.

You've already had some experience, haven't you?

No.

Makes it very hard to find work.

I was thinking of applying to a training college.

It's always a good idea.

What I need for this school is a second-year transfer.

- What about an apprentice? - Jude.

Are you serious about being a teacher, Sue?

Yes, of course.

I'm sure it'd be useful for both of you.

I can't afford to pay you very much.

That doesn't matter.

All right then.

One times seven...

And he's done his so quickly that he's going to move on to roses now.

- Fourteen. - Three times seven.

Twenty-one.

Four times seven. Twenty-eight.

Five times seven.

Thirty-five.

Six times seven. Bye, miss.

Bye. Eight times seven.

Mount of Olives.

Mount Moriah.

The valley of Jehoshaphat.

The city of Zion.

Calvary.

All names at the very root of our history.

You see, this is an exact model of the city of Jerusalem...

as it was at the time of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

And they took Jesus through these hot, dusty, narrow streets...

How does anyone know what Jerusalem looked like at the time of Christ?

I'm sure that man doesn't. Of course he does.

The model's copied from the best conjectural maps.

Anyway, why Jerusalem? Why not Athens or Rome or Alexandria?

Because of what Jerusalem means to us as Christians.

Surely, you must see that.

Why are you so skeptical? I'm not.

I was just pointing out that...

Jude!

What a surprise. No, it isn't. You knew I'd be here.

You've been watching me all the time. Mr. Phillotson.

Jude. Your cousin's such a clever girl.

She criticizes all this unmercifully.

Please don't call me a clever girl. There are too many of us about these days.

I didn't mean anything, Sue. I know you didn't.

Come on, Jude. I think we've had enough of Jerusalem.

This accusation written:

"This is Jesus, the king of the Jews."

He wanted to impress you. It's not a very clever way to go about it.

He can't be clever. He's fond of you.

Well, I'm fond of him too.

It doesn't mean I go around patronizing him.

I don't feel at all guilty.

"Tell me, Muse, of the man of many ways...

who wandered far and wide...

after he sacked the holy city of Troy."

Will you kiss it for luck? No.

A letter for the dean of admissions.

He took it.

Do you want a hat, Jude?

What's the problem?

It's raining.

It's what?

Have a beer. I thought you were the intelligent one.

Sue!

Come on. This way.

“Sir, I've read your letter with interest,

and judging from your description of yourself as a workingman,

I think you have a much better chance of success in life...

by sticking to your own trade...

than by adopting any other course.

Yours sincerely, the dean of admissions."

I don't give a damn for any provost,

warden, principal or bloody master of arts.

All I know is I'd lick 'em on their own ground if they'd just give me the chance.

I've always said there's more to be learned outside a book than in.

Aye, but can you say the creed in Latin, man?

Yes, I can! I definitely can!

Excuse me. Quiet, please!

Quiet! The gentleman in the corner...

is to rehearse the articles of his belief in the Latin tongue...

for the edification of this company.

Thank you.

Here's your chance.

You bloody fools.

Which one of you knows if I said it right or not?

It might be "The Ratcatcher's Daughter" in double Dutch for all you know.

Sue!

Sue!

Jude.

I've been drinking, Sue.

Will you let me in?

All right.

I can do it.

Jude.

You'll learn more than they can ever teach you.

I'm sure this is the last thing you want to hear,

but you don't need a double first from Christminster...

to do some good in the world.

- You should try to eat something. - He's too old for you.

I'll bring your breakfast in the morning.

[Weeping I

Out of work already?

Hello, Aunt.

Don't you make a fool of yourself over her, Jude.

Marrying that woman Arabella...

was the worst thing you ever did, until now.

Don't say that.

Your parents couldn't live together, and nor could Sue's.

They made each other's lives a living hell...

and left the two of you as good as orphans.

We're a different generation.

With the same curse over your heads.

The Fawleys are not meant for marrying.

That's an old wives' tale.

Since when did you stop believing in them?

No!

Dearest Jude,

I'm writing to you from Melchester, where Mr. Phillotson and I have both moved.

He is teaching at a new school,

and I am studying at a training college.

The rules here are strict beyond belief,

and our visiting hours are limited,

but I'd love to see you again.

Your hands are rough, Jude.

So would yours be if they held a mallet and chisel all day.

I like them. They're noble hands.

What's wrong?

It will take me a while to get used to you again.

No, nor did I.

I come here to forget Melchester.

So where are we?

France, Australia, Spain, Canada, Timbuktu.

Is it that bad at the training school? Yes.

It's only another year.

Mr. Phillotson thinks he can get me a good job when I've finished.

How is he? He's been such a help.

I'm sure he has.

You being silly? No.

Jude?

I didn't realize he took a long-term interest in your future.

He's a friend. I'm sure he doesn't see it that way.

An old man like him?

He isn't that old.

You said so yourself.

What's the matter?

I wish you'd be more open with me.

All right. He asked me to marry him.

What did you say? I said I'd think about it.

I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to visit.

I'm not visiting. I've moved to Melchester.

Jude!

Jude!

Let me in!

They locked me up for being out with you, so I jumped out of the window,

climbed over a fence, crossed the deepest river in England, and here I am.

I can't get warm.

Borrow some clothes from the landlady.

Don't let her know, for God's sake.

You'll have to wear some of mine.

- How about this? -

Might be a bit small.

I'll wait outside.

I brought you some brandy.

No glass? There's some in the cupboard.

- I'll have to clean them. - Don't worry. I'll drink it like a man.

- Ugh! - What will they say at the school?

I don't care.

I'll go back as soon as they're dry.

It's late.

You could stay here tonight.

I wish I could get warm.

Thank you, Jude.

For what?

For being here.

I'm glad you came to me.

There's no one else.

I should let you sleep.

Yes.

Couldn't sleep.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Does it frighten you? No.

I'm not afraid of any man.

Why not?

'Cause no man will touch a woman unless she invites him to.

Until she says with a look or a smile, "Come on,"

he's always afraid.

If you never say it or look it, he'll never come.

You're the timid sex.

Shall I try again?

Close my eyes and fall asleep?

Good morning, Jude. Good morning.

Can we talk?

Yes. Let's go over here.

This is about her running away from the school?

And coming to you at night.

Good day to you.

There have been rumors.

She's been expelled from school because of them.

That isn't fair.

Jude, I want to be able to defend her against any scandal.

I need to know what happened.

Nothing happened.

Is that the truth? So help me God.

She stayed with me, but as a cousin.

Then we must both help her now.

Hello. Hello.

Did you go to the school?

Yes.

They won't take me back.

They think you and I are having some kind of affair.

They even suggested I marry you for the sake of my reputation.

I saw Mr. Phillotson today. He said he'd help you.

I don't want his help.

He was anxious. He cares for you very much.

I know.

I've never told you about my past.

Go on then. Tell me about it.

I'm married, Sue.

I haven't seen her for years,

but I'm still married.

Why are you telling me this?

Because it's the only obstacle.

Obstacle to what? I don't love you.

I don't want to be your wife.

[Weeping I

You're our closest mutual friend, Jude.

We thought you ought to be the first to know.

Richard asked me to marry him, and I said yes.

That's wonderful. Congratulations.

I'm very happy for you. So are we.

When did you decide?

Well, I've been asking Sue for months now.

But this time it was her idea.

I know it's the right decision.

Jude helped me make up my mind.

I know.

I hope my cousin will make you very happy, Mr. Phillotson.

Jude, I have something to ask you.

Will you give me away? I have no other family here.

Of course I'll give you away.

With all my heart.

Careful now. Let's have it up then, Tom.

I'm ready as well.

You ready with that yet? Hurry it up, lad.

You're Father, you know.

That's what they call the man who gives you away.

Was it like this when you were married?

He walked out. This place runs better off without him.

Thank you, Patrick. How's the boy, John?

My favorite boys.

What can I do for you? Anything you want.

How about a port? Ah, well, I suppose I'll have to make do.

It stops there. I think that's up to you.

Really? Yeah.

So, will I be seeing you later? I don't think so.

I think you will.

I think you will be seeing me later.

- Can I get you a drink, sir? - Thanks, Arabella.

I'll have a pint and a whiskey.

Aren't you supposed to be a Christminster don?

Aren't you supposed to be in Australia?

Change, Arabella.

Hey. He's on the house.

Who's that fellow? That?

Oh, that's just my husband.

Another pint, Bella, please.

Cheers.

You know how I said I was pregnant when we got married?

Jude.

Jude.

I met someone in Sydney.

I didn't tell him about us.

It wasn't as nice as our wedding.

She'll find me lying here...

as still as Lazarus,

and then I'll suddenly open my eyes.

Sue Bridehead, you little fool.

I'll say it straight out.

You'll regret this marriage...

as much as that ox of a cousin of yours regretted his.

Are you crying for me...

or for your precious Sue?

You ninny.

Lord have mercy upon us.

Christ have mercy upon us.

Lord have mercy upon us.

Almighty God, with whom do live the spirits...

of them that depart hence in the Lord,

and with whom the souls of the faithful after they are delivered...

from the burden of the flesh are in joy and felicity,

we give thee hearty thanks, for it hath pleased thee...

to deliver this, our sister,

out of the miseries of this sinful world.

We beseech in thee that it may please thee of thy gracious goodness...

Thank you. shortly to accomplish the number of thine elect,

and to hasten thy kingdom that we, with all those...

that are departed in the true faith of thy holy name,

may have our perfect consummation and bliss, both in body and soul,

in thy eternal and everlasting glory,

through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

How long are you staying? Just tonight.

I have to go back tomorrow.

I wish I'd seen her before she died.

She was looking forward to seeing you too.

What did she say?

That we both made bad husbands and wives.

They shouldn't be allowed to set those traps.

Did it wake you?

I was already awake.

Why? I was thinking.

About what?

Don't know.

Shh.

No.

Dearest Jude,

I should never have written this letter,

and I beg you not to reply.

Richard and I are husband and wife.

Nothing can change that...

Not your frustration, nor my regret.

Please try to forget me.

Jude?

How do you know?

You've got man's hands.

Did you get my letter?

Yes, but I never opened it.

Don't worry. I haven't moved to Shaston this time.

You say it like you've given up with me.

Do you blame me?

I'm here, aren't I?

Promise me you'll never stop trying, Jude.

Mmm. That must sound terrible.

Yes, it does.

But will you promise me that?

I can't help myself.

Jude?

- Sue didn't tell me you were coming. - I didn't know.

It's a wonderful surprise for both of us. How long are you staying?

My train leaves in an hour.

But Sue's hardly had a chance to see you.

Maybe you can persuade Jude to stay.

So,

how is the school at Marygreen?

The same.

Still the one classroom?

Same desks.

He's not doing anything to you!

Sue, a cousin is someone...

Why do you always think of this with Jude?

Just leave me alone!

Everything all right, Jude? Yes.

Good night then.

Good night.

Sue?

What are you doing?

What's wrong with me, Jude?

Nothing.

"When I do count the clock that tells the time...

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;

When I behold the violet past prime,

and sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;

when lofty trees I see barren of leaves,

which erst from heat did canopy the herd;

And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard..."

I... I have a wife I love,

who not only doesn't love me, but I disgust her.

And then this morning,

she asked me if she could leave...

to live with you.

I won't oppose it if that's what you want.

It... It is.

I've always noticed something extraordinary between the two of you.

I kept telling myself it was because you were cousins,

but it's more than that.

Sometimes I think you are one person split in two.

You knew all along she'd made a mistake marrying me.

Yes. But you did nothing to stop us.

No.

Nor did I.

Whoa!

I'll check when I get back home to see if you've forgotten anything.

I don't think I have. Thank you.

What time's the train, Jude?

It leaves in five minutes.

Good-bye, Richard.

Bye.

Go on then. Walk on. Walk on.

Aaah!

Yes!

Jude!

Jude!

I've brought your dinner.

Domestic laws should take into account different temperaments.

For example?

I may want to live with a man, but only as a friend.

Now that may not be fair on the man.

Because there are no precedents. His pride is hurt.

But you want to marry someone you love.

Why do people have to be told to love each other by someone else?

That's all marriage is. It's a government stamp, a license to love.

But if we could, wouldn't you want to get married?

I'd run a mile if you had a piece of paper that forced me to love you.

Oh, ho, ho!

Please! Nope.

It's not fair. Drink up.

Oh, another go. Nope.

Another go. Another go. Drink up, drink up, drink up.

Ugh!

You love it, you liar.

Yes!

[ Laughing I

Yes! No!

No.

- What? - What's wrong?

Don't touch me like that.

It's just affection, Sue. As a prelude to something else.

Something else? What something else?

I don't think either of us know the meaning of it.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I want everything to be perfect between us.

I'm not ready, Jude.

Do you understand?

I'll try.

What are you writing?

Whatever his wife wants.

Tea. Thanks.

"Here lies my husband, Peter Porter, aged 51.

He tormented me, he cheated on me...

and he spent all our food money on beer."

He's dead, Sue. He can't hear me.

Ooh.

Tell him I'll have his headstone ready in an hour.

Arabella?

I'm sorry to come here, Jude. I didn't want to.

I'm in trouble. I need to talk to you.

What's wrong?

I don't want to cause any trouble for you.

Can we talk somewhere else?

All right.

I'm staying at the King's Head.

It was Arabella. She wants to talk to me.

Can't you talk outside?

No, she wants me to go to her hotel.

That's convenient.

Sue, I have to help her. Why?

She's not your wife.

She's going to give you what you want.

Can't you see what she's doing?

She wants you back.

But do you want me?

Yes.

Close your eyes.

You don't have to do this.

I want to. But you have to help me.

I don't know what I'm doing. I only pretend. Right.

Do I talk too much?

No.

I'm doing it all wrong, aren't I? No.

I'm intellectualizing. You're not.

Kiss me before I start talking again.

You look pleased with yourself.

I'm cooking you bacon and sausage and eggs.

Why?

Because you think you deserve it.

There's a letter for you on the table.

Aren't you going to open it? I'll read it later.

Jude, I know who it's from.

Dearest Jude, I'm writing with this news...

because I never got the chance to tell you face-to-face.

There was a boy born of our marriage,

eight months after I left you.

So far, the boy's been with my parents in Sydney,

but they can no longer afford to keep him,

and nor can I.

I named him after you.

Are you Jude Fawley?

Yes, sir.

This is your father. My name is Sue.

It's nice to meet you.

How was your journey? Fine, thank you.

- Shall I carry this? - Yes.

What Arabella says is true.

He's yours.

I can see you in him.

But the other half is her.

You'll protect me, won't you? If I can.

Can you believe your eyes?

Is the world really as it seems?

I can see some of you smiling with the certainty...

that nothing can surprise you anymore.

You've seen it all.

Well, tonight, I'll surprise you.

I'll show you wonders.

I'll show you a world you've only glimpsed...

in your darkest dreams.

Out of thin air, the terrors come.

Hah!

Come on now. Not much longer now.

You all right?

There's nothing to be frightened of. Come here.

Oh, Lizzie, don't cry.

Jude, can you help me, please?

Can you help me? Yes.

Hold the baby for me.

Support... Support her head. That's it.

Look, I've got the baby.

Careful.

Shh.

Mornin'.

Jude, could I have a word?

Who are they?

Nothing's happened. Daddy's just gone to talk to the men.

Work's going fine, Mr. Willis.

Jude, I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to get someone else to finish it for you.

Why?

Some of the parishioners have complained.

About what?

You never told us you weren't married.

I never realized that was a necessary qualification for a stonemason.

I'll pay you for the week's work, of course.

I'm sorry, Jude.

Six shillings? Yes, madam. Seven shillings?

Seven shillings. The lady over here wants them.

Is she gonna get them? Yes, she is.

Seven shillings. Thank you, madam.

Right. We got this rabbit now. Couple of nice rabbits.

Black and white, but you take the skin off, they look the same.

It's going to be a very, very nice Sunday lunch for someone, this.

Come on, four pence. Five pence.

Six pence here. Seven pence to the gentleman out there. Right.

It's going to be like this everywhere we go...

as soon as people find out we're not married.

We'll move on.

Anyone out there want these fine books? Look, you can...

We'll move somewhere where nobody knows us.

And if they find out, we'll move on again...

and again and again.

As long as it takes for the world to change.

We've done nothing wrong, Sue.

You're the one who taught me that.

Shh. Shh.

Juey?

Juey! Juey.

Take care of your sister.

How do you do, Mrs. Fawley?

Arabella Wilkinson.

You look sick, Jude.

Thank you.

There's even gables and little windows.

How very sweet.

Still harping on about Christminster?

How are you?

All right.

My husband died. Left me everything.

What would you like? Oh, um...

I think I'll have a whole college.

Which is the college that refused you, Jude?

Bibbliol. Well, I shan't have that one.

You were such a proud man, Jude.

Jude.

Don't you recognize your ma, then? Yeah.

I bought you some cake. Would you like some?

No, thank you. I want some cake.

I think your little sister would like some.

She's too small.

You're big though.

How old are you now?

Eight.

Eight years, three months and six days.

I remember exactly.

Eight was my favorite age.

Bet you want to be nine though. Yeah.

Hey, are you married yet?

No.No?

Be all right if I kiss you then?

Yeah.

You're a good boy, Jude.

What is it?

I wanna go back to Christminster.

Because Arabella hurt your pride?

Because I still have some.

And what do you think he saw?

Guess who.

I'd know that voice anywhere. Uncle Joe.

Oi, Jim, Tinker Taylor. Over here.

I've found the tutor of St. Slums College, Christminster.

Hey! Hey!

Can ya still say the Apostle's Creed in Latin, Jude?

Uh-huh.

Look at you, Jude. What ya been doin' with yourself?

He's got himself some more mouths to feed.

Aye. Sue, you remember my friends, don't you?

Yes, of course. So cousins do get married.

My eldest, little Jude. Oh, ho.

What's wrong with you, little man?

He's tired. Nothing.

We've been lookin' out for you in the parade every year.

Never thought we'd find you in the crowd.

Things turned out different.

Ah. No regrets, I hope.

Some.

A difficult question for any man to answer...

Whether to follow his dreams no matter what,

or to give in slowly and let life lead him where it will.

Which are you?

I don't know.

When I first came here to Christminster,

I had a neat stock of fixed opinions.

Now the further I get, the less sure I am of anything.

Hear, hear.

"For who knoweth what is good for man in this life?

And who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?"

We're lookin' for somewhere to stay.

Don't take children.

We're lookin' for somewhere to stay.

No. I'm sorry. No room.

We're looking for somewhere to stay.

How many children are there?

Two children and the baby.

I have got a room.

Thank you. Thank you.

Juey, Lizzie, come up.

I'll look for work in the morning.

They've got the room!

And they're not even bloody wed! How do they know?

- She asked me if we were husband and wife. - And you said we weren't?

- I couldn't lie. - Sue!

It's nothing to be ashamed of. I won't hide it from anyone.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's open.

I'm sorry. My husband's a bit unhappy about the little ones staying.

We can't leave now, not in this rain. I know. I said that to him.

- Staying one night's fine. - But we agreed a week.

Thank you very much. We'll look for new lodgings first thing in the morning.

- Why do you give in? - What difference does it make?

Shh. Oh, shush. Nearly done.

I love this place,

even though I know it looks down on people like me.

The self-taught,

the too determined.

Takes two or three generations...

to do what I tried to do in one.

You're still Joseph, the dreamer of dreams...

And a tragic Don Quixote.

Sometimes you're a Saint Stephen,

who sees heaven open up even as they're stoning him.

I can't sleep.

Come and sleep with us.

Is it because of me we have to leave?

No, Juey.

Because there's too many of us.

There isn't enough room.

Go to bed now.

Go to bed.

Go to bed!

I'll go and talk to him.

- What are you doing? - Watching them sleep.

They love you very much, Juey.

You're their older brother.

If they see you upset, they get upset too.

You have to be strong for them.

If there was too many children in the world,

why do people have more?

I don't know.

'Cause they love each other.

Or because they don't think.

Just happens that way.

Mum said there were too many of us.

She didn't mean you.

There aren't enough of you.

You ready for bed?

Come on.

Good night, Son.

Ohh!

I'm going to buy myself a dress...

with great big flowers and flounces and ribbons.

And I need a hat. Of course you do.

With exotic plants growing out of it.

Oh, Jude, it's wonderful.

We could buy... We could buy clothes.

We could buy anything we wanted, really.

Put Juey in school. We could.

Can I tell him that? Yes, you tell him. You tell him.

I'll tell them. I'll tell them. Aaah!

No! I'm telling them!

Shh. They must still be asleep.

What is it?

[Weeping I

For we are made as a spectacle unto the world...

and unto angels and to men.

Even to this present hour, we both hunger and thirst...

and are naked and are buffeted...

and have no certain dwelling place.

Being reviled, we bless.

Being persecuted, we suffer it.

Being defamed, we entreat.

We are made as the filth of the world...

and are the off-scouring of all things unto this day.

I write not these things to shame you...

but, as my beloved sons, to warn you.

Shall we go?

Sue... I want to be with my children.

I'll wait for you by the gates.

You gonna go back to work now, Joe?

I should have kept him myself.

None of this would have ever happened.

If I'd have come back to you...

If...

If... Arabella, please.

I thought about it.

Did you ever? No.

Wasn't your fault, Jude.

Why won't you look at me?

'Cause it's wrong.

We have to be punished.

Haven't we been punished enough?

Our love was wrong.

That's why the children died.

We defied him, and now he's punishing us.

Who? God.

God has nothing to do with it.

You, of all people, know that.

I was wrong.

And now you can see clearly? In this state?

I'm trying to explain things.

There's nothing to explain.

It was an accident.

It was judgment.

On what?

Why do you talk like this?

We've done nothing wrong.

"We are made a spectacle unto the world...

and unto angels and to men."

Sue...

Sue, where are you going?

Your child killed mine.

Your child killed my babies. Sue, please.

How can I look at you?

How can I live with you?

Do you believe in God?

You think so? Yes.

How many times have you missed a church service in your life?

Why?

What are you reading at the moment?

What do you want with me?

Come home.

You don't know my badness.

Yes, I do.

You make me hate Christianity and God...

and whatever has reduced you to this state.

It's right that I suffer.

It's wrong...

that a woman like you should give up her mind, degrade herself like this...

Don't talk to me like that!

I'm sorry. Doesn't matter.

- You have to listen to me. - Come home.

No, I can't.

It's all right, Jude. I know what to do. We'll talk in the morning.

I have to go back to Richard in the morning.

You go too.

Write to Arabella. Ask her to take you back. They mean nothing to us.

We're still married to them. No. You and I are married.

But not in heaven. You and I are married if ever two people were.

I married Richard in a church, Jude. With a piece of paper!

I want to go back to him.

Do you care for him? Do you love him?

I'll learn to love him. No. How can you, Sue? You love me.

You love me, Sue.

Say it, Sue.

Say it.

Say it.

Say it. Say it.

I don't love you anymore.

I'll pray for us, Jude.

Not for me.

[ Coughing I

How are you?

All right.

You look well.

Do I?

Where are you living now?

Quite far.

- You won't tell me where? - You wouldn't know it.

I better go. I'll follow you.

No.

I won't stop trying. I promised you that.

Jude... Do you love me?

Do you still love me?

I won't come again if that's what you want, but I need to know.

You've always known.

Sue, come with me.

No, Jude.

We are man and wife if ever two people were on this earth!