All language subtitles for Lark Rise to Candleford - 02x06 - Episode 6.PDTV.English.orig

'To Miss Lane, the business of
the Post Office was not work,

'it was life.

'And all the threads of all the
storiesbeing played out around her

'seemed to meet and cross in her hands.

'Such clever, capable hands.

'It was impossible to imagine
they could ever falter or fail.'

"Requesting every detail

"of the Princess's costume...

"..including ornament,
coiffure, and toilette."Stop.

Miss Lane!

Found him in a ditch.

Said he was picking crab
apples, like you said,

when a faintness came over him.

So where are the crab apples then?

Gypsies, took them from me where I lay.

Well, thank the Lord you're
back now. Where you belong.

On your tailbone! You
uselessslack critter!

I have a pain!

We've got mouths to feed. I'm ailing!

The only thing that ails you
isbeing born idle and bone idle.

Which is more than can
be said for Miss Lane.

Just passed the farmer on
his way back from Candleford.

Says she's been taken to bed
with a fever and he reckons

Laura's put in charge
of the Post Office.

Minnie, I have influenza.

It is not terminal merely...

Thomas. Miss Lane.

You'll have to manage Laura's
round as well as your own.

And could do so in my sleep, ma'am.

And Laura,

I'm so sorry to burden you like this.

It's no burden.

A privilege, Miss Lane.

I won't fail you.

You have all my confidence

and all my trust.

Mr Dowland. I heard you were ill.

Forgive me, I merely wished
to know how you fared.

I see you are in a wretched way.

I assure you, I merely look
like death. I shall do very well.

Thomas is to manage the deliveries

Mr Dowland, the greatest risk
I run is being bored to death.

The doctor tells me I must remain
where I am for at least a week.

But then you must listen to him.

If you were in this bed,
you would not be so glib.

Miss Lane, if I were in that bed...

It's very kind of you to call but
I'm afraid I'm feeling rather tired.

Of course.

Minnie, how much doesMiss Lane pay you?

Two shilling a week and
my bed and board, sir.

I'll pay you a further
two shillings a week

if you will nurse her for
the duration of her illness.

Sir! Two conditions.

One, you take your orders
regarding the sickbed from me.

And two, neither Miss Lane
nor anyone else will ever

find out about this arrangement.

Understood? Sir!

MR DOWLAND: Carved stone
panels, either side of the tower.

The theme or design of which I
will, of course, leave up to you.

Carved stone panels? Exactly.

Eight in total. Yes.You
haven't told her.

Mr Dowland,

a job like this don't come
around too often and Lord knows

I ain't trying to
talkmyself out of the work,

but for the sake of your
sanity, as well as your purse,

I have to ask, why not just
tell the woman how you feel?

This is not a clock.

This is the most expensive
roundabout declaration

a man has ever failed
to make to a woman.

You know, I have heard
it said that often,

actions speak louder than words.

Louder, perhaps, but
not nearly so clear.

Nevertheless.

Now, name your terms.

Laura's most likely

lying in her bed with her heart pounding

at the thrill and the challenge
and the excitement of it all.

You remember what it
was like at that age.

Everything burns so bright.

And it doesn't any more?

"The girl in the Post Office.

"Silly bich."

COWS MOO

Good morning. Miss Margaret.

Embrocation of my own
making for Miss Lane.

For Miss Lane's...

(For her chest).

And the collected sermons
of John Henry Newman.

Embrocation for the soul.

Girded and ready.

Do you suppose we'll do, Thomas Brown?

I suppose we shall have to.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

They all want to buy a stamp
off the acting postmistress.

They can't afford it.
Tell them they mustn't.

You let them show their pride
for you in the way they choose.

COUGHING

I shall pass the morning here.

COUGHING

If the doctor wishes me to
spend the entire day in my bed,

he can carry me there himself.

Miss Ellison called.

Why did this incapacity have
to strike me of all people?

I am never ill.

And at such a time, too!

Laura and Fisher.

He don't take his eyes off her.

She's all lit up and
glowing like a candle.

It is like I used to play with my dolls.

"Now, Miss Polly, should
you like to marry Mr Teapot?

"Here he is come to call."

Dolls can't have their hearts broken.

Minnie, I would like you to ask
Mr Fisher Bloom to call on me.

This is for your chest.

Miss Ellison made it herself.

Open wide.

For Miss Lane, with our best.

And I should like a penny
stamp, if you please, Laura.

Yes.

I don't suppose you can knock a bit
off that, you know, for old friends?

Must we really stand here all day
while every cottager in the district

buys a single stamp?!

Why, no, ma'am.

We provide a chair for customers

whose age makes standing a difficulty.

You may sit the process out if you wish.

BELL RINGING

I have it.

MACHINE CLICKING AND WHIRRING

Oh, they are beautiful! Thank you.

MACHINE CLICKING AND WHIRRING

Miss Pearl, Miss Ruby, I
believe this is for you.

"A princess ball gown of deepest, er...

It's a four-letter word ending in E.

"Adorned with
somethinggold, something...?"

A four-letter word ending in E and
a seven-letter word ending in S.

I'm very much afraid our telegraphic
instrument has developed a fault.

If this don't work, I can
get you a spoonful of sugar.

An embrocation is for TOPICAL
application, Minnie. One RUBS it in.

Well, I know that now

but Miss Ellison was not at all clear.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

DOOR OPENING

Fisher, how kind of you to come.

Please sit down.

How does work on the clock progress?

There was me thinking you
wanted to talk about Laura.

You watch me. And you watch Laura.

Do you like her? Yes.

When I say like, I mean...
I know what you mean. Yes.

But when the clock is
finished, you will move on.

I always move on.

You are a plain speaker, I know.

So, you will forgive my plain-speaking.

Laura's poise is deceptive.

She's younger than she seems.

And far more vulnerable than she looks.

And if you cared about
her as you say you do,

you would not be trying to
make her fall in love with you.

I'm not trying to do anything.

You're doing nothing to stop it.
Why would I if I feel the same?

Because you will move
on and she will not.

You will have new horizons
with which to distract yourself.

She will have nothing but
reminders of what she has lost.

There is a fine line between
carefree and callous, Mr Bloom.

I ask only that you tread it carefully.

Thank you for your
plain-speaking, Miss Lane.

Fisher!

Miss Lane wanted to speak
to me about the clock...

You'll never guess!

They all came, Ma, Pa,
almost the whole of Lark Rise!

What? Nothing.

It's been that busy, I haven't even
been able to step outside the door.

We could go for a walk later.

Not today. Oh.

Tomorrow, maybe. I don't think so.

Has something happened?

Just don't think we need to be in
each other's pockets all the time,

that's all.

Have I...

Did I do something wrong? Of course not.

Laura, you're a lovely girl, but

a man can have too much
of a good thing, you know?

Shaming us like that
in front of everyone.

If you're going to talk about shaming,

what about them Pratt twins?

Their faces when our
Laura showed them what for!

They're not twins, you duffer!

Miss Pearl can give Miss
Ruby a good ten years.

Why do they go around
dressing so alike for then?

Mutton dressed as lamb.
And lamb dressed as mutton.

Right.

I'll see back you home then.

Why, where are you going?
I ain't going anywhere.

I'm staying to watch Laura
sort out these Candleford toffs.

She's as good as a show.

Good day to you.

Do come again.

For pity's sake, girl!

It's simple enough.

I'm Miss Lane. You come in and...

But you don't look nothing like
her and she don't swear at me,

even after the embroider-ication.

Well, perhaps I won't,
if you get it right.

Now go again. This time, no noise.

I don't believe it.

BELL RINGING

Good. And then you say?

Please, miss, if you think you
could fancy a little refreshment...

I thought I smelt it! Golden silk tea!

Hm.

Too much hyssop

and not enough honey.

You should have come to me.

Let her have as much of the
tea as she likes, Minnie.

And take a pot of stew with you as well.

Stew will never pass as mine,
sir. It smells delicious.

Then perhaps you might burn
it a little for authenticity.

Oh, yes, I'll do that, sir.

And remember, Minnie, flowers
on the tray. Always flowers.

Your mother said that tea

was the only thing
that eased her fevers.

You used to watch me brewing it.

I had to stand you on a stool
so's you could reach the table.

For Miss Lane, is it?

Why do you always have to
do your caring in secret?

Like there's something shaming in it.

You were the same as a boy.

Little presents left for me,
but never a word from the giver.

Maybe I didn't have the words
for what I wanted to say.

Maybe you don't now.

MAN: Mrs Rochford would
like to speak with you, sir.

Excuse me.

Four letters ending in
E describing a colour.

"Princess ballgown of deepest...blue."

It could be puce. Or lime.

"Trimmed with either

"five or nine gold..."

Ribbons or tassels? Or baubles.

This is really quite ridiculous.

Miss Lane should be informed,
influenza or no influenza.

One would think the
Princess too fair for lime

and certainly too young for puce.

You are younger and
you are wearing puce.

Well, yes.

It is different for me.

I am...

I am...

Lamb dressed as mutton.

Ruby, bring me the bolt of blue
silk and the little pearl buttons

we purchased in Oxford.

Well, come along, we
haven't got all day!

BELL RINGING

Thank you, sir.

Bonjour. Come again, sir.

I might almost believe that this
instrument knows its mistress.

It's ailing cos she is.

Perhaps a course of
action might present itself

after we've had some tea.

Tea?

Can't say a little something
wouldn't slip down easy

after a day on my feet.

It isn't right.

I'm sure Miss Lane would have no
objection to Twister joining us.

Our telegraph apparatus,
it's never failed.

It's like Miss Lane is what
holds everything together.

Without Miss Lane...

Without Miss Lane, we have to help
each other and not let circumstances

overwhelm us.

Well, I think she should be told.No!

She's given us this responsibility.

We have to deal with this ourselves.

About that tea.

"You're not as clever as you think."

BELL RINGING

Fisher.

I think you have a parcel for me.

And the hat. Don't forget the hat.

Working man like me has
standards to maintain.

Here, a pocket full of
pennies for holding the door

for them Candleford toffs.

And sixpence for taking
a gentleman's horse

while he answered the call of nature.

Earning your keep at last, are you?

♪ Maids, when you're young
never wed an old man. ♪

He'll do for me.

What are you so hen cheerful for anyway?

PLAYING A JOLLY TUNE

Queenie.

If someone has a belt, some feathers

and silver sixpence and a sprig
of rosemary, what might that mean?

Black feathers?

Men!

Blessed innocents, every one.

That combination is the
best thing women know

for keeping grey hairs at bay.

OWL HOOTING

MUFFLED SOUND

What shall we do?

Thomas!

You can never wake a sleep walker

or they'll drop dead
and never wake at all.

MISS LANE: Laura!

Ask Miss Lane. She'll know.
No! She must not be troubled.

No, follow Thomas.

We must make sure hecomes to no harm.

PANTING

Laura, I thought I heard
noises. Oh, it was just me.

I was getting myself ready for tomorrow.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

COUGHING

Is there anything I can get you?

Minnie is taking such good care of me.

Tea and more tea.

Flowers on my tray.

Always flowers. She's a born nurse.

Who'd have thought it?

Are you feeling any better?Why?

Are you in such a rush
to lose your new position?

I'm... I'm managing.

Although I should not
like to do so permanently.

Oh, Laura.

You remind me very much
of myself at your age.

You should get some rest now.

You have all my confidence

and all my trust...

..and a little of my envy.

Because when you spread your
wings for the very first time,

and realise you really can fly...

..it's so magical, is it not?

Minnie!

What are we going to do? We'll
think of something, somehow.

Minnie, not a word of this to
Miss Lane, do you understand?

Go after him.

Make sure he's all right. I will.

MISS PRATT: Do you not see,
this way, we show our clientele

that we cater both for the
ingenue and the women of maturity.

I have held you back long enough, Ruby.

I shall do so no more.

My dear, I think you have
made a conquest already.

BELL RINGING

SNORING

I'm so sorry, Mrs Larkham.

Our postman was unwell this morning.

I assure you it won't happen again.

Oh, Mr Stokes.

I believe some of your
post was also misdelivered.

I'm sure we have a letter for you here.

It's considered customary
to show your appreciation!

Some people have no class.

Twister! You cannot demand
money for holding the door!

I ain't demanding, I'm just saying
it's a matter of common courtesy.

Yesterday's lot understood.

Made near on a shilling.

You made...?!

You can't!

I mean, you mustn't. Why not?

Ain't I doing a good job?
It's not a job, Twister!

It's...

It's not a job.

But I sat down with you for staff tea.

I was bringing money home.

I'm sorry.

BELL RINGING

Laura, you should know that we have had

another telegraphic communication.

Mr Dowland's stockbroker
enjoins him to invest in

a six-letter commodity which
might be copper, cotton or cobalt.

He further suggests Mr Dowland pays
no more than what might be 13, 14,

18 or perhaps even 19
shillings for the hundredweight.

The malfunctioning of our
apparatus is a disaster

that can be kept from
Miss Lane no longer.

SOBBING

FISHER: Laura.

Go away.

Please.

Just go away.

Laura, your hand, it's bleeding.

I don't know how.

What it is it?

Don't touch it, please.

BELL RINGING

Ladies. CLEARING THROAT

I'm looking for a gift,

something pretty that a woman might...

pin on her dress. Or...

In her hair.

DOOR CLOSING

BOTH: MrDowland.

Ladies...

I have an item which I
would like giftwrapped

and even though I didn't purchase
it it in your fine establishment...

Say no more.

Ruby?

How her young fingers do fly.

The dexterity of youth.

This gift, would it be for
a young lady, someone perhaps

ofmy sister's age or for a woman
of more mature years such as myself?

Let's say somewhere between.

What a... What a soft item it is.

A drape perhaps or a scarf?

A small token for our sick neighbour.

Poor Miss Lane, such a dear old friend.

She and I go back, well,
I hardly dare say how long.

Ruby, won't remember of course.

A ribbon now can be worn at any age.

I myself would not scorn such
an ornament. As to the colour.

Scarlet.

A bold choice and threepence a yard.

I'll have two yards, giftwrapped.

Miss Lane's indisposition
leaves a sad gap in our society

but we must try and fill it.

I wonder, would you care to
take tea with us this afternoon?

Shall we say four?

There.

How much do I...? No no.

Thank you. Thank you.

Let us hope Mr Dowland
delivers it himself.

Influenza is ruinous to the complexion.

Pearl! Poor Miss Lane.

Poor Miss Lane has had her
chance, now it's your turn.

I cannot accept this.

You must tell Mr Dowland
it is too extravagant.

He said you'd say that.

I'm to tell you it's not
extravagant, it's advertising.

He has got shares in the company and
when everyone sees you wearing it,

they'll all want one themselves
and he will make his fortune, again.

Cashmere is my one weakness.

I don't know, I am too tired to think.

That's what you get for
sitting up all morning.

You close your eyes

and I'll bring you some of
that thingy seal tea later.

Open the window before you leave.

I like to hear the
noise from the street.

And if I find you out of your bed,

I shall invite Miss Ellison up to
read those sermons to you aloud.

It's not like she hasn't offered.

You are taking such
good care of me, Minnie.

I'd do anything for you ma'am. I would.

You don't know who sent it?

Or why they might want to torment you.

Perhaps you should tell Miss Lane.

No, I will not tell Miss Lane!

Miss Lane is ill, why
can't no-one see that?

We are not such children

that we should be disturbing
our mother on her sick bed.

Then what will you do?

Did you just get bored?

Is that what...? LOUD GASPING

Minnie!

COUGHING

LABOURED BREATHING

GASPING

Passed through
Candleford on my way home.

Did you see Laura?

Laura wasn't my business in Candleford.

You were.

Two yards.

You might trim a hat or...

...wrap it a few times round
that little waist of yours.

Have you done something?

You have such a suspicious mind.

It is a present, Emmie,
no-strings, no secrets,

a gift.

Ethel, fork not fingers.

It's beautiful.

You can't afford it.

All right, I got it because I
thought you might need cheering up.

Cheering up? Why? I haven't been gloomy.

Have I been gloomy?

If you must know,

I found a certain little bag

containing certain objects

and I asked Queenie what it might mean.

And she told me.

So now perhaps we
might drop this subject

so that certain little pitchers

listening at this moment
don't go around telling

the whole of Lark Rise your business.

For what it is worth...

I can't say you've got any.

No.

I haven't.

You must not get up from the table.

Where?

It's only one or two.

Where?

Here.

And there is one there and there.

ALL LAUGHING

They were all addressed to
the girl in the Post Office.

I thought they were for me.

Look what he did to poor Miss Polly.

Now he's coming for me.

This man, your father...
He isn't my father.

He's my mother's husband.

Fearful of him?

Was he harsh?

Did he...

..hurt you?

If I was bad...

Beat you?

If I was bad, he beat
my ma and my sisters

and if one of them did something
he didn't like, he beat me.

He said, "You remember the
lesson better now, right?"

This man,

he can't take you away by force.

If you are in service, your parents
must have signed your indentures.

Legally, you belong here.

He's right. But they didn't sign them.

I did.

They never knew, thought I'd just
upped and went like my sisters.

I have no right to be here
and now he knows where I am.

You're safe here. You're with us.

He hates the people I love and he
hurts me and no-one can stop him.

No-one can ever stop him.

SOBBING

Miss Lane thinks I can do this.

She thinks I'm like her but I'm not.

And I can't.

I can't be the one
responsible, it's too hard.

Do you really think that?

Or are you just saying that so
that I tell you that you can.

You've the wit and
the will for anything.

You think you can take
people apart like clocks.

It is an honest question now.

Why is your kind of honest
always about finding fault?

That's not true. It is
when you're talking to me.

"Oh, I think I'm a catch.

"I've got an opinion of myself.

"I'm this, I'm that.

"Oh, I'm just looking for praise."

You've never said one true
thing to me that didn't hurt.

I'll tell you one true thing.

You're all I think about.

All day, all night...

..all the time.

You didn't say.

I'm saying now.

I don't understand.

I have to go.

In the end, I'll have to go.

You're here now.

I'll tell you a true thing.

I'm scared to tell
Miss Lane about Minnie.

About the telegraph
apparatus being broken.

That Thomas sleepwalks all night

and cannot make his rounds in the day.

I'm scared not only because she is
ill and should be allowed to rest...

..but because it will
mean that I have failed.

And I cannot bear to fail.

I think perhaps that's my one weakness.

Miss Lane!

When one sees a
face day-in, day-out,

one is wont to forget how lovely it is.

Pearl!

For reasons... Oh,
reasons become so tangled,

there's no getting
to the bottom of them.

But I have held you too
tight to my side for too long.

The best of your life lies
before you still. Mine is passed.

That's the truth of it.

And, whatever his origins,

Mr James Dowland has proved
himself a man amongst men.

Now, when he is here
you must come forward.

You were as quiet as
a mouse this morning.

If I am to come forward,
then you must go back.

Sometimes there's not
room for both of us,

conversationally speaking.

Mr Dowland. Mr Dowland.

Ladies.

Shall we go through?

Please, I need your
help! It's Miss Lane!

The doctor's in Oxford.

He's not expected back until tomorrow.

She's so cold.

There is a doctor in Fordlow,
if someone could ride.

Not Fordlow.

It would take too long.

Lark Rise.

WEAK COUGHING

Miss Lane?

Minnie...

WEAKLY:She screamed. Where's Minnie?

So, you didn't care for being
married to an old man, was that it?

It's not that.

It's just...

Everything seems so
perfect at the moment.

There's money coming
in, the children well.

You and me.

I suppose I just wanted
everything to stop where it is.

I keep pictures in my mind.

The night Laura was born...

you holding her in the bed.

The doctor with snow on his hat.

The day Edmund tried
to teach Ethel to fly.

SNIGGERING

If you could stop it where it is, Emmie,

there would be no more
moments to turn into memories.

When did you get to be
so wise and accepting?

It's the grey hairs.

There's gravitas in their wick.

Do I get to keep the ribbon, now?

Seriously, there are parts of me

that would look very special
with a scarlet ribbon on.

LAUGHING

Is she here?

I've checked the outbuildings, no sign.

What if he came for her? The man
who calls himself her stepfather?

What if he came like a thief in
the night and took her from us?

We must telegraph the police in Oxford.

It's broken, the telegraph apparatus.

Then someone must ride to
the nearest town.Mr Dowland!

Oh, he's gone to Lark Rise.

It's a Wheatstone.

The workings of this dial
was designed by a clockmaker.

I can fix it, but I don't
know how long it'd take.

I'll stay with Miss Lane.

You and Miss Ellison
must go around Candleford.

If Minnie's been taken,
someone must've seen something.

Someone must have heard.

She wouldn't have gone quietly.

SNORING

CARRIAGE RATTLING

It's little James!

I need you to come with me.

The doctor is in Oxford and Miss Lane...

She's worse?

She must have fallen. The
window was open. She is so cold.

Is she flushed? Yes.

Shaking or still? Still.

Very still.

And her breathing?

Shallow, like there's
a weight on her chest.

MUTTERING

I'm coming to Miss Lane,
but you must tell me why.

But I've just told
you, because she's sick.

That's why I am doing it for her.

Why am I doing it for you?

I've seen you, boy and man.

You built yourself up,
made yourself strong.

And you ARE strong.

But I'm telling you now,

the words you don't speak
will choke you in the end.

So, come on.

Here, now, where there's just you and me

and not a soul else to hear us.

You tell me why I'm going to her.

Because I know what it's
like to wake up in a world

when the sun's gone out of it.

Your mother was a rare joy to know.

But Miss Lane is stronger.

Good day, sir.

Madam.

It's all in the wrist action, see.

Not everyone can do that.

I sat down with them!

For staff tea!

Staff tea, she called it.

Staff tea.

It's cold.

Why is it so cold?

PANTS: I asked Minnie
to open the window.

Where is Minnie? She'll be back soon.

She's only gone out on a delivery.

Queenie! Oh, look at
you, you poor child.

Mrs Turrill?

That's right. And everything's
gonna be all right.

You can leave her with me now.

LAURA: If he had a horse, he
could be anywhere with her by now.

If that is the case, we
must mount a search party.

Nothing. No-one saw anything,
no-one heard anything.

It's done, you can telegraph
the police in Oxford.

Unto thee will I cry. Oh, Lord, my rock.

Be not silent to me,

BOTH:Lest if thou be silent to me...

I become like them that
go down into the pit.

Hear the voice of my plea for
mercy when I cry to you for help.

When I lift up my hands...

URGENT KNOCKING

My Lord!

Millie!

We were so scared.

So scared!

I brought her home, see.

But I ain't letting her in if he's here.

That monster she's running away from.

Had the notion if she'd stayed
he'd have tried to hurt Miss Lane.

That man is not under this roof

and never shall be whilst
Thomas Brown draws breath.

When my mother and father forsake
me, then the Lord will take me up.

Psalm 27.

You have the Lord...

and you have the Post Office.

And neither will fail you.

I wonder if one of you might explain
to me what exactly is going on here.

I thought Mr Dowland showed
a certain regard for you.

But it seems it is and
always has been Miss Lane

to whom Dowland's thoughts turn.

I can only say that
for a man of discernment

he's a fool when it comes
to matters of the heart.

Pearl...

I do like Mr James Dowland. But...

..I'm not sure I like him well
enough to have him always about me.

And if we'd married and
he'd come to live with us,

we should never have been rid of him.

What can you mean?

If you had married Mr Dowland,
he would not have lived here.

Where else should he have lived?

Why, you would have lived with
him, of course, in his home.

But I always supposed if
one of us were to marry,

the gentleman would come and
live with us, over the shop.

As did Papa.

Ruby, what notions you do have.

But I should not care to live
with a husband and no sister.

I should not care for that at all.

I think I should die of loneliness.

These belong in the fire.

For the attention of...

How should I address your stepfather?

I know how I'd like to address him.

JohnMude.

For the attention of Mr JohnMude...

..regarding the sending of malicious
correspondence and items to...

My given name is Winifred.

..Miss Winifred Mude,

of the Post Office, Candleford. Stop.

Under section 61,

paragraph 12 of Post Office articles,

it is an offence under law

to dispatch such correspondence...

Miss Lane.

..through the auspices
of the Royal Mail.

And, as such, is punishable
by up to two years in prison

and a fine of £100.

Miss Lane. Yes, what is it, Thomas?

There is no section
61, paragraph 12, ma'am.

You are quite right. Why limit myself?

Five years in prison
and a fine of £200.

Do you have that?

And if that doesn't scare
him, Thomas, you shall have to.

Be my pleasure, ma'am.

The indentures may be a little trickier.

But my solicitor will attend tomorrow.

Hopeful of taking my will, no doubt.

I think we can put him to better use.

Am I safe, then?

Oh, Minnie.

You are ours.

And no-one shall take you from us.

Oh, Miss Lane. Miss Lane.

And now, I think I should
return to my bed. Thank you.

I can manage quite well on my own.

ALL: Good night, Miss Lane.

Well...

I believe I shall take
my leave of you as well.

Good night. Good night, sir.

Good night, James.

Night, James.

WHISPERS:Eavesdropping?

I find myself more tired than I thought.

I imagine such creativity
must be draining.

You think I acted improperly?

Illegally, even?

I think you acted magnificently.

I think you are magnificent.

Mr Dowland...

James.

I wonder, would you give
me the favour of your arm?

'It seemed to me that all
the threads of all the stories

'being played out around Miss
Lane met and crossed in her hands.

'Such clever, capable hands.'

Ladies, you look very well.

That colour is most
becoming to both of you.

So good to see you fully
recovered, Miss Lane.

'It was easy to forget that fate
was also busy spinning a story.

'And none of us knew
how it would play out.'

'So little time, shouldn't we
make the most of what we have?'

Miss Lane, perhaps
you do not understand.

Until I receive the part,
the clock cannot be finished.

The urgency is great enough.

I believe it possible
that someone in this room

has acted in a manner unbefitting
of Post Office employee.

Oh, Margaret!Oh, Thomas!

The date of the inauguration
is set. Everything is set.

I'm aware of your plans.

Then you will see to it that no action