All language subtitles for Lark Rise to Candleford - 02x11 - Episode 11.PDTV.English.orig

'That year there were sudden rains

'that came out of clear blue
skies and drenched us all.

'Rich and poor...man and beast.

'And I was young enough to imagine
that every experience shared with

'others must feel the same
to all, mean the same to all.

'But the same rain that revealed
some things, obscured others.

'And I was to learn that there are
as many ways of interpreting a thing

'as there are people in the world.'

It's Nan. With the farmer's son.

Miss Lane, there are
items of intimate apparel

hanging in the sorting office.

Yes, sorry, Thomas, we needed
to make room by the fire.

Whoever heard of rain like it?

'Tis biblical! It has certainly
left us with a mystery.

I wonder...

Miss Lane, I protest!

I cannot be expected to share
the workplace with undergarments.

They're only my drawers.

Well, he'll have to get used to it
if he's to live with Miss Ellison.

'Though I 'spect hers are nicer.

Less holes.

Maybe even lace...

Thomas, calm yourself, dry yourself and
return to your duties, in that order.

CRYING Did you hear that?

I heard nothing, ma'am.

Perhaps a cat has taken refuge
from the rain and become locked in.

Minnie, check the cupboards. Yes, mum.

Drawers, drawers,
drawers, drawers, drawers!

Robert Westerman, mason, 1795.

That's a hundred years old, see?

How could she do it, Ma?

Alf's so happy.

It was dark... You said yourself
you couldn't be sure what you saw.

They were kissing! A kiss
can mean lots of things.

Queenie says if it rains today
it will rain for forty days after.

Will it be raining on my birthday?

Count the days and see.

Oh, another Robert.

He was left-handed. I can
tell by the chisel marks.

Did he have any children?

Now that I can't tell from chisel marks.

Don't be so quick to
imagine the worst, Laura.

There's more good in people than harm.

It's going to be raining at Christmas!

No...

See? Forty days is
less than seven weeks.

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

Nowhere near Christmas.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Miss Margaret!

It's stopped raining, I
best be getting back to work.

Robert... Actually, Robert,
it is you I came to see.

Come in.

As you know, I am soon to be married

to Mr Thomas Brown and
I have been wondering...

I would consider it a great favour
if Robert were to give me away.

I'd call that a privilege, not a favour.

But...your father was a
man of strong convictions

and...his views and
mine were often opposed.

Are you certain I am the
man to fill his shoes?

My father is dead and
my brother far away.

But I am a daughter of this parish
and I have long thought of you as a

sort of father to those living here.

Perhaps because you too are
a man of strong convictions.

You do me a great honour, Miss Ellison,

but it's not one to
be undertaken lightly.

Perhaps we should both take
a little time to consider?

At such a time, one's thoughts
turn not only to what one has lost,

but what one never had.

You are a kind father to
your children, I think.

It is very like. But no.

This is not my sister's hand.

Oh, the mystery remains a mystery, then.

I hope Ruby is enjoying her holiday?

Oh, my sister's godmother
is an indulgent spendthrift,

without sense or self-restraint.

I have no doubt Ruby is
enjoying herself tremendously.

The envelope...

It is embossed. See?

The rain has erased the
lettering it in places, but

we may yet be able to
make out the sender's name.

Messrs Thwaite and...

Linton? Linford?

Oh! Linley!

Something wholly illegible...

Halifax, Yorkshire. Oh, Miss
Pearl, you are a triumph!

Miss Ellison has asked Robert Timmins.

Robert Timmins? Yes.

Father 'o Lark Rise.

Robert Timmins?

He don't even come from Lark Rise.

He's a family man and a strong arm to
lean on, that's all Miss Ellison means.

And in't this a strong arm?

In't I a man to be leaned on
for the length of a church-aisle?

I been father to this hamlet since
before Robert Timmins wore napkins!

Oh, don't take on.

It in't even decided yet.

Where you going?

There are injustices being done in
this world that don't bear thinking on.

And I in't going to stand by!

I in't going to stand by!

For Messrs Thwaite and
Linley of Halifax, Yorkshire,

explaining the situation and asking
them for whom their letter was intended.

Ma'am, you said there was no
address for Mess...Messusus...

for them, just their names and the town.

And therein lies my
touch of genius, Minnie.

We are going to telegraph our enquiry
care of the post office in Halifax.

I have every confidence
that my opposite number there

will know his customers
just as well as I know mine.

There are postmen, I believe,
as far afield as Africa.

I like to think of them sometimes,
a brotherhood separated by geography

but united by the postal
system and our heavenly father.

Well!

Do you ever have such
imaginings, Laura? Sorry?

Are you all right?

I'm...not very hungry.

May I be excused tea?

Of course.

Can I leave the sending of the
telegram to you, Thomas? Yes, ma'am.

CRYING

Minnie, did you check
the cupboards as I asked?

I surely did, ma'am.

Well, do so again.

There is a creature trapped somewhere.
I cannot bear to hear it suffer.

BELL CHIMES

Thomas Brown, you are a righteous
man and will not let this injustice

stand for it is an abomination
in the sight of the Lord!

Injustice?

Abomination?

Miss Ellison in't told you then?

There are only two things
that ever spoil my appetite,

a troubled mind,

and a troubled conscience.

Have you anything you wish to confess?

Then I can only conclude it
is your mind that is troubled.

I saw something today.

Now I know more about
someone's life than they do.

Don't seem right.

Sometimes, when a telegram
comes containing bad news,

I see in my mind's eye the
person for whom it is destined,

and I feel I am the agent
of some terrible destruction.

But I am only the messenger.

He is such a dear friend.

And it'll hurt him so much.

Perhaps it would be
best if I said nothing.

Laura,

I can tell you that to be deceived,

to be lied to,

and taken for a fool,

whatever the reasons,

is so painful...

So very humiliating,

that it burns long, long after
the heart itself has healed.

It was Nan I saw.

Alf's Nan.

It would be a difficult thing
for me to talk to her about.

Then don't talk.

Sometimes it is easier to
order one's thoughts on paper,

is it not?

THEY MAKE ANIMAL NOISES

Dear God, Emma, how do you stand it?

It's Noah's Ark.

You have to expect a bit of noise.

Were there no mice on the Ark?

Laura get back all right?

I'm worried about how hard she's
taking this business with Nan.

She's all grown-up, Robert, she doesn't expect
us to live her troubles for her any more.

Besides whatever you saw
or didn't see in that barn,

it'll work itself out
one way or the other.

What will be will be...

Which brings me to...

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Robert Timmins.

I wonder if I might be permitted a word?

In private.

James.

It's the old house.

My mother and I were happy here.

The rain washed the mud away.

I know what it is.

What I don't understand
is what you're doing.

Well, it strikes me it wouldn't
take much to set it in order.

Just a question of
clearing the foundations,

and re-laying the walls.

James, this house has been
rubble these thirty years.

Re-building it in't going
to bring anything back

or help you find what's
lacking in your life.

There is nothing lacking in my life.

It's just that idleness bores me.

I prefer to be busy and useful.

You'll know the emptiness was there
when something comes along to fill it.

You been reading the tea
leaves again? Don't need to.

It's just the way of the world.

What do you suppose their business
is, Mr Thwaite and Mr Linley?

I think they are jewellers

and Mr Thwaite has a great
white beard and takes snuff.

I think you'll find it is Mr Linley who
has the beard, and they are not jewellers

but tobacconists.

Perhaps they're both and
sell cigars with rings on!

Minnie, you are lurking.
Go and be useful.

Well, I'm afraid it is closing time.

Oh, and still no news yet from Halifax?

Oh, I do hate to got
to sleep on a mystery.

DING!

I have it! When I hear anything, I
promise, you will be the first to know.

It's for you, ma'am, from
Messrs Thwaite and Linley.

'Subject to your enquiry
of greatest urgency,

'please deliver without delay to...'

Mr James Dowland,

Golden Lion Hotel, Candleford.

Perhaps he didn't pay his cigar bill.

They are not tobacconists, Minnie.

They are solicitors at law.

Rainwater rendered the
name and address illegible.

I have only just discovered
for whom it was intended.

I wonder, could you take this for me?

Yes, of course.

DISHES CLATTER

I didn't know!

I didn't know.

You have a son?

I have a son.

I don't know who with!

All I know is, he's ten years old

and James didn't even know
of his existence until today.

How can he have fathered
the brat and not know?

He wouldn't be the first.

But James, I'd never put him down
as one to shirk his responsibilities.

It's a blessing, James. And don't
let anyone tell you different. Yes.

Happy days.

Well done.

I didn't come for congratulations,
I came for your advice.

Go and wet the child's head
in the Wagon and Horses.

Tell them I am a very proud father.

She was the daughter of
one my London suppliers.

I don't know why she didn't tell me.

I mean, I never would have...

Until her will was read,

the boy was as unaware of
my existence as I was of his.

What shall I do?

What's his name, James?

Sidney.

His name is Sidney.

I told you you'd know the emptiness was
there when something came along to fill it.

He needs love...

a home.

And you need a purpose.

But I am a stranger to him.

His mother married...

a man of substance.

Sidney has been well provided for.

He is at a boarding school
where he has been for many years.

I can't just pluck him from everything he
has ever known because I need a purpose.

You are his father.

For whose benefit will
that role be played?

Mine or his?

I have been in his shoes.

I know what it feels like, Queenie.

I know what it would feel
like if, after my mother died,

I had been taken from
Lark Rise, from you,

and set down somewhere where
I knew nothing and no-one.

Is that what you want, then?

To leave him where he is?

It is no longer a
question of what I want.

I am a father.

Reverend Ellison has devoted his life to a church I
have heard you decry as 'the Tory party at prayer'!

You must see that you are in every
way unsuited to stand as his proxy.

I did not proffer myself
for the role, Thomas Brown.

Miss Ellison asked me.

I think this is something you
would be better discussing with her.

Miss Ellison's judgement is
at present impaired by emotion.

She has made a foolish and
ill-judged request and I must demand

that you decline it.

You may 'demand' all you like.

Your wife to be, a woman for whom I have a
considerable regard, has honoured me with this request

and my decision will be
governed by two things alone.

Her wishes and my own conscience.

And both of these are in perfect accord.

I shall be proud to
walk her up the aisle.

SOBBING

SOBBING CONTINUES

Miss Lane? Did it wake you too?

I have looked everywhere.

Oh, Laura, I cannot bear to hear it!

We heard the doors slamming.

We thought there was something
wrong. Is it the cat again?

I did check.

It is not a cat.

It is a child!

I just can't stand to think of that
little Sidney left in some school.

I'm sure they take
very good care of them.

Well, how can they when there's so many?

They might be clean and fed,
but a child needs more than that.

A child needs attention, love.

You be thankful you
stopped at five, Emma.

There's space enough in your lives yet to
do more than just feed 'em and clothe 'em.

Now you're the lucky
one, aren't you, my chick?

You're mummy's last, her baby girl.

Plenty of everything to go round yet.

Emma?

She was meant to be the last.

Oh, Emma!

I haven't even told Robert yet,

I haven't had the chance. I... KNOCKING

- Miss Lane!
- Mrs Turrill, Emma.

I am sorry to interrupt.

I wonder if I might speak with you.

Nan!

Laura!

Looking for your pa?

I don't think he's here yet.

I've got some buttermilk saved for
him, a treat for the little 'uns.

That's kind.

Did you want something?

I...

Tell my pa, I said hello.

Nan!

There was something for you.

A letter.

I know you have an
understanding of dreams.

What you are describing, Dorcas,

it in't a dream, though, is it?

But then why do only I hear it?

Well, perhaps there
is a reason for that.

Drink.

Let the leaves settle,
like you done last time.

I see many children.

There's a child that's grieving
for what they have lost.

Mr Dowland's son? Perhaps.

There's a child coming.

I can't see where...

or when.

But coming soon.

There's a child I can't see clearly.

Hidden...

Lost...

A child without a name.

But why does it cry?

Why does any child cry?

Because it needs you.

To do what?

I don't understand.

One can't help wondering what will become of
the child now its poor, fallen mother is gone.

I know no more than you yourself
managed to overhear at the hotel.

Mr Dowland does not
mean to own him, surely?

A child without a name?

What did you call him?

But he does have a name, Miss Pratt,

he has my name. At least he will do.

I have several telegrams
to send of an urgent nature.

Of course. If you would prefer to
dictate them in privacy? Not at all.

I have nothing I wish to hide.

They concern the arrangements
for the care of my son, Sidney.

He is at school at present in Yorkshire, but I hope
that one day soon you will meet him, all of you.

...being of the opinion that his mother's
death will have been shock enough,

I am instructing you to keep all
arrangements for his care unchanged...

DISTANT SOBBING

Do you have that?

Yes.

All future bills, including
bed, board and school fees

to be directed to Mr James
Dowland, The Golden Lion Hotel.

SOBBING INTENSIFIES

I'm sorry.

Dorcas?

James...

Your son,

are you sure that...?

Are you satisfied that all is well?

He has just lost his mother.

I imagine he is far from well.

You have had so little time to consider.

Perhaps you should...

Perhaps I should what?

Make enquiries.

Find out why...

if he is unhappy.

Dorcas, is there no area on which
you feel unqualified to give advice?

No matter so personal
that you do not feel

you have the right to comment?

I am only asking you to
think. What do you take me for?

Since I have learned of his existence, I have done nothing but think
- of him.

Of how he will be feeling.

Tell me, do you remember your mother?

I was a baby.

Well, I remember mine...

and I remember what it
feels like to lose her...

and to be alone.

And you dare to suggest that I have not
sufficiently considered my son's position?

It's a nice letter, Alf, lovely.

Best letter I ever had.

But I can't read.

I didn't send you no letter.

Then who?

Perhaps I've got a secret admirer.

Perhaps he writes me poems.

Well, if he's gone to all that trouble, it'd be
a shame not to hear it read out loud, wouldn't it?

Well, go on then...what does he say?

Alf?

What is it?

Who's it from?

Laura.

It's from Laura.

Alf?

Alf!

BABY CRIES

All right, I'm coming.

All right. Shhh, shhh!

There...

You are going to have to get used
to being left on your own for a bit.

Aren't you?

You're going to have to get used to it.

DOOR OPENS

It's from Laura. Alf read it and...

What does it say?

She says she saw you in the
barn with the farmer's son.

She... She thinks that
Alf deserves better

and that you should have the
courage and the... NAN SIGHS

..decency to be honest with him.

I'm sorry, Nan.

I'm so sorry.

What does she know? What
do either of them know?

See something and then sit yourself down on the throne
of judgement to decide for yourself what it means.

He didn't even ask me!

Stupid bloody arse of
a stupid Lark-Riser!

He's not the only one.

THUNDER ROLLS

Margaret.

My father's name, carved
by Robert Timmins' hand.

Robert Timmins!

I can only wonder,
Margaret, with what intention

you chose to give you away

a man so guaranteed
to offend the beliefs

of both myself and your late father.

I asked him because he is a
good man, a man of principle.

And are those the words the Reverend
Ellison would use were he before us now?

"Good man"? "Man of principle"?

Thomas, please, do not raise your voice.

Or is your choice
merely an act of defiance

against a man whose opinions you would not
have dared to flout whilst he was living?

Ma! Look at you...

standing in your post office

dispensing judgement like
you were dispensing stamps.

What makes you think you have the right?

Ma, what are you...?
Nan can't read, Laura.

She had Alf read your letter for her.

What did you think you were doing?

You don't know what her life is.
You don't know what that kiss meant.

How many things can a kiss mean?

Plenty!

A seal of friendship,

a parting of ways.

Or perhaps it was just about the
fact that he's her employer's son.

What has that to do with anything?

Well, it might make him a
difficult man to say no to.

If any man came in here
and took liberties with you,

Dorcas would have him hanging
from that tree outside.

But what if that man were
her brother or her husband...

or her son?

Then you'd be between the
devil and the deep blue sea

trying to keep your job and
your self-respect. BABY CRIES

Which isn't easy,

believe me. Shhh, shhh!

Ma, you don't know that's how it was.

Nor do you!

Oh, Laura! I shouldn't have to
be doing the thinking for you.

You're old enough. You should know.

I've got enough to worry about

wondering how I'm going to feed
and clothe and love a family of six.

Ma, you don't have six children.

I haven't told your pa yet.

Don't you tell him.

But... I forbid you to tell him!

Do you hear me?

I'm sorry...

You don't have to sort
out my mistakes for me.

You don't.

More to the point, Laura,

I can't.

LAURA SOBS

I feel so responsible.

I prompted you.

I more than prompted you to write that
letter. If I'd stood by and done nothing,

it would have felt like a betrayal.

Perhaps I should talk to Alf.

Laura, I am the last
person to advise you.

I will. I'm going to find him
and I'm going to put things right.

If that's what you feel you must do.

But be prepared for the fact that
your intervention may not be welcome.

Maybe not.

I'm not a child any more.

It's time I started
taking responsibility.

Minnie, is supper ready?
Oh, Miss Lane! I can hear it.

I'm haunted too!

You can hear...? WOMAN SOBS

SOBBING CONTINUES

My father always said
that I was too rash...

..my thoughts too... ungoverned
for considered judgement.

But...I never meant to
distress Thomas Brown.

I shall tell Mr Timmins
that I made a mistake...

..and from now on

I will keep my father's voice
always in my mind to guide me.

I can hear him quite clearly, you know,

if I try.

Quite clearly.

"Stupid, stupid girl."

Your father sounds like
a big bully to me. Minnie!

This is not something in
which we should be meddling.

It is none of our business. It's our kitchen
she's crying in and it's our Thomas she's marrying!

In here, still making her feel
stupid, exactly like my stepfather,

and he was the biggest bully
that ever lived. My father was...

A man of strong beliefs
and great integrity,

who cared about you very deeply.

But...you are a woman of
considerable insight and intellect.

Did you never think, perhaps,

in your heart of hearts,

that just occasionally his
judgement may have been flawed?

I... I do recall one occasion.

Alf!

Nan told my ma what happened.

I'm sorry.

You were never meant to see that letter.

I'm grateful...

for what you were trying to do.

But what if I was wrong?

Ma says a kiss can mean a lot of things.

Friendship or...a parting of ways.

Or perhaps the boss's son
is a hard man to say no to

if you want to keep your position.

Your ma said...?

I'm going to kill him.

No, Alf, I didn't mean...

Alf!

DOOR OPENS Pa! I need your help.
It's Alf. He's gone to the farm.

He says he's going to
kill the farmer's son.

I was trying to put things right!

MARGARET LAUGHS So he looked under the
altar and the slippers were there, exactly

where I told him they would be,
with his stockings still inside them!

My step-pa fell all the way down
the stairs once when he was drunk.

Bump! Bump! Bump!

We always hoped he'd do it again,

but he never did.

I think you've made a good choice.

If I could chose a pa,
it would be Mr Timmins.

I think he's the strongest,
kindest man I've ever met.

It is true I could sometimes
have wished my father kinder,

not for myself, but for George.

He was so young when father
sent him away to school.

He came home bruised in body and spirit.

I used to hear him at night,

sobbing into his pillow.

And Father sent him back.
Couldn't you have stopped him?

I feared his anger.

My step-pa falling down the stairs weren't the
only thing the neighbours heard through the walls.

But they never did nothing.

All he could have done
was shouted at them.

Excuse me.

MECHANICAL WHIRRING

Nan! Where is he?

No, Alf...don't! Where is he?

Alf... I know!

I know he forced you. Who?

The farmer's son. Laura explained.
No, I didn't mean that...

The farmer's son forced me?!

Bloody Lark-Risers!

I don't understand. Did you
want to kiss him or didn't you?

Well, since you're finally asking,

I wanted to buy something, but I
didn't have the shilling it cost,

so I offered him a kiss instead.

NAN SIGHS Mind you, I should have got
change, the meal he made out of it.

A shilling? You could have
borrowed a shilling off of me!

You don't borrow money off a
person to buy them a present!

At least not where I was brought up.
Lark Rise rules are probably different.

You bought me a present?

Before I knew you were such an arse.

Well...where is it?

Oh, scat, you grubby little boy.

Go and practice on the cows!

Of all the things I thought
that kiss was about...

Ma's so angry at me, Pa,

for sticking my nose in.

She's got enough to worry about
without me getting into scrapes.

"Enough to worry about," how?

"Enough to worry about," how, Laura?

I can't.

I promised.

EMMA SOBS QUIETLY

Em?

What is it?

What's wrong?

I thought... EMMA SNIVELS

I thought there was
going to be another baby.

But I was mistaken.

I've spent days...worrying...

..about how we were going to manage.

And now that we don't have to...

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to.

But then I thought...

..perhaps it wasn't good news.

And after that, I didn't know how to.

It's probably for the best.

EMMA SIGHS

There's barely enough
to go around as it is.

I would have put food on the table, Em.

You should have as many children
as your heart would wish for.

It's not about the money, Robert.

It's everything.

It's the care,

the attention, the time.

EMMA SIGHS And five's a
handful and a houseful.

But we've still the room to love them.

I don't feel myself in danger
of running out of love, Em.

Sleep, yes.

Money, yes. But love...?

DOOR OPENS

I know you think I still need
looking after, but I don't.

And when the new baby comes, I'm
going to be a help, not a drain.

I get every third Saturday off and I can bicycle
back on washdays while the baby's still in napkins.

And for next time...

I've heard there are
ways to limit a family.

THEY STIFLE LAUGHTER

I'm not making it up.

There are pamphlets!

I made a mistake, Laura.

There isn't going to be a baby.

And you are not a drain on me.

You are one of the things that...

fuels my fire.

I was just...

I was feeling scared...

..and I took it out on you.

And you were right.

I shouldn't have
interfered with Alf and Nan,

blundering in, not
knowing what I was doing.

Oh, Laura, there are no right
or wrongs about these things.

You just have to make a choice

and stand by the
consequences. And you did.

You just have to be able
to live with yourself -

that's your only compass.

Perhaps you might ask cousin Dorcas

if I could move into the
smith's dorm with Thomas Brown.

I think we might be safe then.

BABY CRIES

Shhh, shhh!

Emma, this baby we're not
going to have... Robert.

I understand the arguments
against, Emma. I agree with them...

in my head.

But in my heart,

that there could be
more of what we have...

You are a sentimental
fool, Robert Timmins.

And you were crying when I got
home, for a child that's not to be.

Oh, we can't.

We really, really can't!

It's a good, even number.

Six?

Six children?

Six.

I believe Miss Ellison
was here yesterday.

She was indeed, Thomas.

We had a...

divergence of opinion
on a certain matter.

I fear I may have

put my case a little too... Forcefully?

"Bullying" was actually
the word in my mind,

the word that kept me awake last night.

I merely wished to enquire of you...

..is she all right?

Oh, Thomas.

I have a fascinating article
upstairs, translated from the Russian,

concerning a physician
named Ivan Pavlov.

He has found that if one rings
a bell every time a dog is fed,

the dog will begin to salivate
at the very sound of the bell.

You are most instructive,
as always, Miss Lane.

If a person has been
habitually bullied, Thomas,

it will not take much to
make them quake and cower.

You should not blame yourself.

But perhaps you...

should learn to tread a little lighter.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, ma'am.

The farmer's son was going to kill it,

but I says, "I'll buy that little
piglet cos there's some children

"I know with the name o'
Arless, that'll feed it up

"till it's the biggest
porker you ever saw."

My new will should, of course,
reflect these changes and make

my son the sole beneficiary
in the event of...

I'm sorry to break into your meeting,
but you must read this. I must? Please.

It concerns Sidney.

Very well. I will give
you two minutes. Excuse me.

Well?

I don't understand.

I telegraphed the school
at which Sidney boards.

You did what?

I said that I had recently become
the guardian of a young relative.

JAMES SNORTS Please, you must listen!

I told them the child's
care would be a burden to me.

I said I wanted him raised in line
with my expectations of a child

without a name.

James, please!

I beg you!

Just read it.

As you can see, they are
more than happy to oblige.

They take children
from the age of three.

No holidays. No visitors.

This is not a school.

It is a home for the unwanted.

Telegraph them again.
Tell them I am on my way.

Tell them I am bringing my son home.

Mr Turrill! I was
looking for Thomas Brown.

I believe he often walks
this way on his round. Indeed.

I often walk this way myself.

I am walking at the moment.

Would you...care to walk with me?

Thomas!

Miss Margaret.

I wish to apologise.

I should not have
spoken to you as I did.

If Robert Timmins is your
choice, then he is your choice.

I may not like it, but I
can, and I do, respect it.

Oh, Thomas!

Robert Timmins?

Robert Timmins?!

That man can't open his mouth
in public without bringing in

the rights of the working
man or t-t-the Irish question.

Is that the kind of speech-making
you want at your wedding breakfast?

I'm older than he.

I'm more of a Lark
Rise man than he. And...

I have the walk!

You've seen! I have the walk.

Well...

And that is why...

the truly vital role, the one upon which

the entire marriage service depends,

is reserved for you.

Is that not so, my dear?

Indeed. Quite so.

Mr Turrill, would you do us the
honour of being our ring bearer?

Yes!

Oh, yes. The ring bearer!

Miss Lane?

Laura.

I was just listening.

To what?

The silence.

And it is golden.

HORSE NICKERS

LAURA: 'The Bible tells us that
to everything there is a season,

'and a time to every
purpose under the heaven.

'And it felt as though there would
be a time for each of us also,

'that those of us who had been searching for something
- a role to inhabit,

'a purpose in life
- would find it.

'But finding something does
not mean you get to keep it.

TWISTER LAUGHS, HORSE NEIGHS

'For there is a time to weep,
as well as a time to laugh.

'A time to mourn...

'..as well as a time to dance.'

You'll soon get used to the post office.

I don't wish to alarm
you, but there is a rash

on your neck and on your face.

DORCAS: Sidney, why don't you tell
your pa what you do like? Start there.

I like the Post Office.

I must see Miss Margaret today!

I give you tonight to prepare the child.
I don't want a father, I want Miss Lane.

Always this need to prove yourself.

You accept life and I fight it.

I will not be defeated.

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