All language subtitles for Lark Rise to Candleford s03e02

There were things country folk all knew
would endure so long as the world lasted.

Seedtime and harvest, summer and winter.

But beliefs turned
out to be more fragile.

When your faith is what you build

your whole life upon...

HE PANTS

..what happens when it is taken away?

The Bishop...

is coming!

THUNDER RUMBLES

(Food for all.)

(Hunger no more.)

(Twister Turrill...)

(Wake you up. It is time.)

That's marvellous.

(Rise up, Twister.)

I surely will.

DOOR OPENS, THUNDER RUMBLES

Marvellous!

Twister, aint't I told you not
to fall sleep in that chair?

My dear...

I have marvellous news.

Minnie, my eggs were
scrambled to creamy perfection.

And my pillows were so plump
last night I slept like a chick.

I cannot seem to sleep at all.

That's excitement at
meeting the Bishop hisself.

I am rather bemused, I must confess.

Three days till His Reverend
comes to consecrate the new font,

and I have not received an
invitation to tea at the Rectory.

Oh, I received mine two weeks ago.

I have heard that the Bishop
is extremely fond of Queen cake,

so I will need you to prepare
me some rose water, Minnie.

I surely will, ma'am.

Is that roses and water? It is.

A humble postman cannot expect
to grace the Bishop's table.

Thomas, you are the most
devout man in the parish.

Surely it is an oversight
on the vicar's part.

DOOR OPENS

Pontefract?

I am being greedy for gratification.

We have something better than a
letter for you today, Miss Pratt.

A parcel. Oh, how thrilling.

That'll be more of them liquorices.

Thomas? Yes? I realise it might be indelicate
for you to point out to the vicar his...

I'm sure, accidental omission
- but if your wife were to sensitively raise the matter with him,

I'm sure we could secure
your place at the Rectory Tea.

Miss Lane, though I do not for
myself seek position or favour,

it does seem to me that for
the sake of our community

your suggestion is ingenious.

Ingeniousness...is very clever.

Margaret?

Oh. Yes.

I... Yes.

The vicar is especially
fond of you, Margaret.

Just give him your winning
smile and he dare not refuse.

Is everything all right, Laura?

Yes, ma'am.

Miss Pratt.

Ruby. May I be so bold...

Isn't it time you told your
sister about Pontefract?

My sister seems rather
unreceptive to amiability of late

and I...

I would rather ponder a little further.

But you can see the danger?

It would be so much more conducive
if she were told, and not...

DOOR OPENS

Miss Lane detained me in
conversation. So I see.

Ruby, there has been a certain
aroma about the place of late

which has mystified me.

I have not noticed an aroma.

I would say it was liquorice,

but I cannot imagine that you would
bring such a vulgar thing into our shop.

Liquorice? RUBY LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

No.

It's quiet again today.

It will pick up.

It always picks up.

Parcels!

Parcels for the poor!

Not from the post office, no...

From the Heavens!

Fish to fry will fall from the sky!

A Great whispering voice

came to tell Twister Turrill
that parcels are coming.

Gather here, gather near.

Three days from now.

Parcels of cheese, ribs of best beef,

roasted and wrapped in red ribbons!

Did you hear him, Laura?

It's only Twister
having one of his turns.

Sausages!

God's own sausages
will rain down for all.

It usually passes in about
a week or so. A week?!

The Bishop will be here in three days.

He must be stopped from
proclaiming this heresy.

Gather here,

gather near.

Look up! Look up!

Food will fall!

Food for all!

My dear, what news on the Rectory Tea?

The vicar seemed not to
notice my intimations.

Well, then, the time has
come to go beyond intimations.

You must press the vicar.

Margaret, this is a historical moment.

Imagine us telling our grandchildren
of our day with the Bishop!

So you must do everything you
can to secure an invitation.

I thought it was you I saw on the lane.

Mr Timmins.

Yours is a face

I thought I would never
set my eyes on again.

I take it those aren't meant for me.

The readers of the Oxford Post
were very fond of that story,

the people in it.

You were heroes - the
Timminses - Lark Rise folk.

You were wronged by
your lofty neighbours.

Is that so bad?

You are good with words, I'll
give you that, Mr. Parish.

What brings you back here?

I have a gift...

for Laura.

I wish to give it to her in person.

A new book by Thomas Hardy.

You suppose she would want to
see you after what you did to her?

I have been writing to your daughter.

She has been writing to me.

I would hope, Mr Timmins, that while I am here I
can prove to you that I am worthy of your favour.

And how will you do that?

Well, I intend to make
amends with those I've hurt.

Beginning with those closest to
Laura. Hold hard there, young man.

Aren't you assuming that
those closest to Laura

will accept your well-versed
regrets and shake your hand?

When I express and explain
my regrets...yes, they will.

Well, since you are so sure of yourself,

you won't mind putting
aside seeing Laura

until all your amends
are done and accepted?

Mr Timmins,

I see you wish to challenge
me to prove myself.

I welcome such an opportunity.

The post office is
right down the street.

If you can convince Dorcas
Lane to accept your apology,

that'd be a start.

Mrs Turrill. How glad I am to find you.

More than 70 years
since this last happened.

Your husband, Mrs Turrill,

is declaiming on the streets of Candleford
and he must be persuaded to desist.

Can you see it?

Blood.

Did you say...blood?

Don't you know about
the witch tree, Thomas?

Long before my time, there was talk
of how it would bleed human blood.

A tree?

Bleed...blood?

There was a local widow
- name of Mrs Ashley,

descended from the original squatters here
- she had the gift.

Folks would come to her to
remove warts and the like.

The tree. What about the
tree? This is about the tree.

There was some bad luck, see?

Widow Ashley fell out with another wife

and this woman fell ill and she
accused Mrs Ashley of being a witch.

Folks were whispering it.

Turning away from her on the lane.

Then it started to rain.
And it wouldn't stop.

So the harvest was poor and there
was hunger all over the hamlet.

The tree? They chased her. Hunger
can do terrible things to your mind.

They were hounding her down,

and she was so full of
fear she couldn't get away.

So she turned herself into a tree.

That-that tree...is a woman?!

A witch? Yes.

We must learn why the
bleeding is happening now,

after so many years.

You cannot tell anyone this.

We must tell everyone.

But it's a heathen superstition.

The Bishop will be
here... in three days.

Oh, my.

Perhaps that is why it is
happening now. The Bishop.

Why would the witch tree react
to the Bishop coming, Queenie?

That's what we must find out.

I will be calm.

All will be well.

What's that look you're
wearing, our Laura?

Your mind is elsewhere.

What's troubling you?

Everyone seems preoccupied
with the Bishop's visit.

I just can't seem to
get excited about it.

You know you can tell your Pa anything.

There in't anything, Pa.

You don't need to hide
yourself from me, Laura.

I must get on with my delivery.
Only a moment ago, you wanted to sit.

I need to finish my round, and
you need to finish the font.

I came back to let you
know how sorry I am.

That is not quite true.

I came to see Laura...

as I'm sure you realise.

I did notice rather a lot of
correspondence for her from Oxford.

She will be back from
her delivery in an hour.

I am intent on not seeing Laura...

Yet.

How strange. To come all this way...

I spoke to her father.

He suggested that...

if I am in earnest about making amends,

I would prove it by not seeing her.

That is exceedingly chivalrous of
you to take up such a challenge.

Well, I think he has a point.

I thank you for the courtesy
of your apology and...

..we shall see.

We shall.

After I returned to Oxford...

..I couldn't settle.

Our own consciences can torment us more
than any amount of attacks from others.

In my job, you learn to push it aside.

You drive on.

But this time, it was different.

I found myself unable to function.

Is that so mysterious?

When we feel the tug of
powerful emotions, as we do, say,

when we fall for someone...

..we want them to think well of us.

It throws up such potent self-doubts.

We question every thought,
mistrust every action we make.

You don't strike me as
someone who doubts herself.

Only every day.

Well, doesn't that stop you
from being, well, Dorcas Lane?

I simply refuse to listen to it.

But how can that be enough?

No life is so sunny, no-one is immune.

How do we keep those doubts at bay?

THUNDER RUMBLES

No-one is immune.

No-one.

CORNET PLAYS

Hmm.

Do you suppose the Bishop
is fond of the cornet?

I could bring it to tea.

SHE SNORES GENTLY

Two days.

But I put the keys where I
always put them! I'm sure I did!

I have never lost them before!
They're rapping at the window now.

I think I hung them up.

Perhaps I didn't.

But there is a spare set,
is there not, Miss Lane?

Oh, yes, of course.

Fetch the reserve keys from
my private quarters, Laura.

I can't imagine how I did this!

My mind feels rather clouded.

I expect that's the excitement
of His Bishopness coming.

I was out at dawn picking rose
petals with the dew on them.

For the rose water, for the
Queen Cake, for the Bishop.

Minnie...did you use the keys?

Ma'am, I do believe they
are in my apron pocket.

In't that 'strawdinary?

The font is going to
be splendid, Robert.

Splendid. Thank heavens.

Did you know Twister Turrill
is on the streets of Candleford

proclaiming ungodly proclamations?

The most ungodly that I ever heard.

But...

the font is a beacon of deliverance.

The Bishop will be most impressed,

and he will see that we are not
a parish of profane primitives.

I can't finish it.

Did you know Mrs Turrill claims
a tree near Lark Rise is bleeding?

Did you ever hear such idolatrous...?

Can't finish?

The font?

But...the...

But the consecration
is in two days' time!

I sit here, I look at it.

I know it must be done.

But something is wrong.

But you must.

I know if I go at it, it will be ruined.

Robert Timmins. I want
us to speak calmly.

I want us to reach understanding.

I want you to hear what I say and
to appreciate the implications.

The Bishop

is coming.

Eight eggs, Minnie, yolks
and whites beaten separately.

Is it eight or is it 12?

I have had this recipe in my
mind since I was ten years old.

Why is it suddenly unclear?

The Vicar was most receptive when
I made clear to him my request.

But I think I may have
caused further confusion.

He seems to have invited me,
but not Thomas. Oh, heavens!

It must be eight eggs, ma'am,
because if you was ten years old,

you would remember 12 eggs,
because that's two years older.

Flour, sifted sugar,

washed currants, butter in rose water.

Now, we need to put in the
dry ingredients by degrees

and beat the whole mixture for an hour.

An hour?! My poor arms will be...

I surely will, ma'am.

My difficulty is, should I tell Thomas,

or should I return to
the Vicar to try again,

or should I decline the invitation?

Perhaps if you...

I wonder...

I don't know.

Miss Lane! You always know!

I felt such a strange
disturbance in the night.

Then, when I woke up this morning,
my senses were all out of kilter.

I don't quite trust myself.

DOOR OPENS

Miss Lane?

Ah, you do have something for me today.

I'm afraid so.

More invoices.

Miss Pratt, can I not
persuade you to confide to Ruby

your testing financial circumstances?

Miss Lane...

I am Ruby.

Oh, yes, of course you are.

Testing financial circumstances?

Oh, dear, I seem to
have lost my bearings.

How tall do I stand? Tell me.

This high?

Am I a child?

Am I to be treated eternally
as a weakling infant?

It is not enough that you humiliate me
before my neighbours, but you do it secretly!

You whisper to them behind my back.

"My sister is so feeble,

"my sister is so piteously inadequate
that faced with such things as bills,

"this delicate little nothing of a nobody will
instantly collapse into fits of melancholy and hysteria!"

Do not say, do not dare
to say what you always say!

"I do it for you."

Why do you suppose we have such debts?

Is it because you are
making a wonderful job of it?

You treat our customers as you treat me.

And look where it's landed us.

I want to worry!

I am entitled to feel fear.

You refuse me even that!

You must domineer
every corner of my life!

Ruby... Don't call me that!

I am Ruth.

Ruth, Ruth, Ruth, Ruth, Ruth...

Ruth! The name my mother gave me
- you even took that away from me!

You named me Ruby. I am your creation.

You decided that we must be
Pearl and Ruby Pratt of The Stores

in order to make something of
ourselves. Well, what have we made?!

Two notorious spinsters...

with debts.

How much do we owe?

Let me close up the shop first.

Young Laura...

Since meat joints have
bones, they're heavy, see.

So do we catch them or let
them fall to the ground?

How could I do such a thing?

We do have time to
make another one, ma'am.

Poor Pearl. Poor Ruby.

How can I possibly put
this right with them?

Ma'am, you remember the
journalist who came here.

Daniel Parish?

I thought I saw him on the street.

I was certain it was him.

It can't be.

Yet it was. Do you suppose
he might have come back?

Yes.

Oh!

Oh.

He came into the Post Office.

And did he ask for me?

He asked for me.

We spent some time talking
in my private quarters.

He wished to make his apologies
to me for the articles he wrote.

And then did he ask for me?

Or perhaps leave a note?

Or say when he might return?

Or why he's come back to Candleford?

I'm sure he'll call in again soon.

Perhaps.

DOOR OPENS

Minnie,

have you seen anything of Daniel?

What are gazing up at?

I did once taste roasted
beef and it was so delicious

that I don't want to miss
one if it falls from the sky.

I do believe the whole
world is out of joint.

Thank you for coming, Pearl,

and for giving me this
opportunity to make my apologies.

My sister refuses even to speak
with me. She is beyond reason.

And it is entirely my fault!

You trusted me with the responsibility
to deliver the mail only to you

and I failed you in that. Yes.

I cannot fathom how I came to
make such a formidable mistake.

Hopefully, my sister will mope
and brood for a day or two,

and then, perhaps you might impress
upon her that you are entirely to blame

and it was not so much that I
wished to conceal matters from her,

but that you and I had
a functional arrangement!

I simply lost my senses for a
moment and mixed up your secrets.

Giving her the bills in place
of her Pontefract correspondence.

Secrets?

Plural?

Correspondence?

Pontefract?

I can't believe I did that! Again!

Miss Lane,

who would send my sister liquorice?

Oh, Ruby will never forgive me!

I will never forgive myself!

A man!

A Yorkshire suitor kept hidden from me!

Miss Lane, splendid news! All is well.

The Vicar has invited Thomas to tea.

We can all relax.

Parcels!

Parcels for the poor!

Gather here, gather near.

In two days,

gifts will fall from the heavens.

Ham on plates!

Livers and kidneys, fried in gravy.

Food for all. You are not here
to write about this, are you, sir?

It would make a rather amusing story.

Mr Turrill,

Twister...

We are both reasonable men.

I only wish to point out to
you that, in two days' time,

the Bishop will be here and...

Oh, I know about the Bishop.

I shan't be expounding when he arrives.

Good.

So you understand how it might
upset him. Distress him even.

It is my mission to tell His
Reverend about the parcels.

That is not possible. Oh, but it is,

because every time that
there is a dignitary visits,

the Vicar pays me thruppence
to open the gate, see,

as the carriage arrives.

So I shall take my possibility to speak with
the Bishop concerning the heavenly arrivals.

There is nothing I can say that
will dissuade you, is there?

Laura, will parcels
truly fall from the sky?

Oh, Minnie, really...

What do you think?

I once found a penny in a puddle.

So I put my hand in again
and found another one.

So I put my hand in again
and found another one.

I always look in puddles
now whenever I pass one,

but I in't never found another penny.

So I believe there
will be food in the sky.

Because anything can happen once.

Minnie, perhaps you are right.

Laura...

What does it feel like to fall in love?

Well, it feels...

taken over...

in a way that's so wonderfully aching

and unsettling...

I didn't know I was in
love until you asked me.

If I was in love with Daniel, and
I in't saying I am cos I in't...

But if I was,

and if he came all the way
to Candleford just to see me,

I would tell him I loved him.

Would you tell him, Laura?

Yes...

- I would.
- Oh!

- I did see Daniel.
- You did?

What did he say?

Nothing. He was watching
Twister in the street.

Then he can't want to see me.

Oh, no, don't mention it.

My dear, I have wonderful news!

Tea, the Bishop...
Oh, we have a visitor.

Mr Turrill, you are most welcome.

Where are these sausages, then?

We must keep the doors locked at all
times, no-one must know that he is here.

Thomas, what are you doing?

We will only isolate him until
after the Bishop has gone.

Isolate?

I'm ready for my sausages.

Hot or cold, I have no mind.

The man is a menace to our community.

We must contain him here
till the danger has passed.

Fried, not boiled.

Why does he keep mentioning sausages?

I enticed him here with
the promise of offal.

But we don't entertain sausages.

I lied. Give him cold pie.

I'm trying to grasp the...

Are you saying...?

Are we keeping Mr
Turrill a prisoner here?

Does no-one see?

Am I the only one who wishes our town
to be spared the humiliation, the ruin?

I am trying to preserve
the good name of our parish!

But...kidnap?

He will be sustained!
It's not a hardship!

But we have no right!

Must I explain what is
blindingly obvious over and over?

Can no-one comprehend the
magnitude of our perilous position?

The Bishop is coming!

I will fetch the cold pie.

Emma, I am decided.

They must call in another
mason to finish the font.

What has brought you to this?

I must be fair by my neighbours.

The font has to be
complete in time for the...

occasion.

The celebration. But it is yours.

Robert...

Come here.

Tell me the truth.

What is going on in that mind of yours?

It in't the stone.

I am the problem.

Stone is stone. It will
respond to a confident hand.

I will speak with the vicar
and recommend a man for the job.

In't that running away?
I cannot finish it.

It is gone from me.

I don't trust my own hands.

I dare not touch the stone.

Then tell me... Admit it to me.

What has done this to you?

Do you suppose your thoughts will vanish

simply by giving up on the font?

They will follow you to your next job.

Tell me, what has so
disturbed you, Robert?

My own daughter...

hiding herself from me.

Why?

Because she can't trust
me with her feelings.

Because...I am too hard on her.

There it is.

Now I don't trust myself.

Now it is in my hands,
and the stone knows it...

Yes, you can be hard...

on all of us.

But I have seen you more
forgiving than any man I know.

I have seen you trying to

adapt yourself to our needs,

trying to understand the
ways of women and girls.

These are night thoughts, Robert.

The daylight will wash them away.

Go back to the font.

I realise it is unforgivable.

I assure you, Ruby, my
slip was not intentional.

Something came over me.

Small at first.

I thought I had lost my keys.

Then I couldn't quite
remember a recipe for a cake.

But it grew! Each instance seemed
to add to my sense of uncertainty.

The anxiety itself
made me act clumsily...

..as though I had lost
control of my own faculties.

I suppose,

the truth is, I have no choice.

In the end, I must forgive my sister.

She is what she is

and she does what she does
and believes what she believes.

It must have been so awful for you.

More awful for her, I think. I hope.

I know how Pearl can be.

And I know that you were most
concerned to tell her of your liaison

on your own terms, but...

I can only promise you that
I had no intention of...

My liaison?

Pearl knows?

Surely, Pearl...

She must have...

That I inadvertently...

You didn't know?

DOOR OPENS

You must stand upon the moral
high ground, mustn't you?

You humiliate me by
refusing to humiliate me!

You knew.

You knew that I had...

have...a gentleman friend
correspondent. Yet you say nothing!

You must always arrange matters
so that you are superior.

You've been watching me,
thinking your lofty thoughts!

"Ruby's off in the clouds while I carry the
burden of bills and debts." Well, I refuse!

I intend to correspond!

I intend to enjoy...

..and hope and wish

and...

Do not make me pity you! I will not!

That is so unfair!

Unfair!

Well... Mr Timmins!

You are chipping.

With your chisel.

I've never heard a more

pleasing sound. Splendid.

Splendid indeed.

I am gratified to think

the Bishop will have
something to consecrate.

Look...

Here, you see it?

I was right. There
is something in there.

In...there?

A fossil. I can't see
it clearly enough yet.

I need to dig down to get a better look.

This...fossil...

Are you claiming...?
Looks like a head to me.

A fish, perhaps.

How did it get there, Mr Timmins?

It is the work of ages, my girl.

Usually, when a living thing dies,

it rots away.

But sometimes, a creature
becomes like this.

There was a man writing books.

Mr Darwin.

He claimed

that these fossils explain
about how we evolved

over many millions of years.

Do not say that man's
name in this place!

Do not advance the abomination
that we are the sons of monkeys

when...tomorrow...

No, that thing cannot be seen,

cannot be discussed whilst the
most Christian of men is here!

Thomas, this is a remarkable find.

Such a thing of wonder.

I must excavate it.

I must let it out.

You have done this deliberately...

to antagonise the Bishop.

This has been here
for thousands of years.

It's unforgivable.

Unforgivable!

I never appreciated what an
appetite you have, Mr Turrill.

Oh, I didn't mean that you
were in any way greedy or...

There in't no parcels coming, is they?

I...don't imagine so, no.

I've been gone, in't I?

Now you are returned to us.

It was the hunger caught
hold of my thinking.

It in't the hunger I mind.

It in't so much the
memory of hunger neither.

It's...the fear of hunger undoes you.

When I was a boy,

there was winter days when
the craving was in your bones.

You gets so you are possessed by hunger.

You are the hunger.

I confess, I know nothing
of hunger, Mr Turrill.

But I do know a little of fear.

And I understand how such
fear can make one wish to...

Well, I used to call it,
"jumping out of my mind".

Escape.

From thoughts. From feelings.

From...today.

The thing about the fear of hunger is...

no amount of eating can cure it.

But I will have another
piece of that cold pie.

I have a surprise for you, Mr Turrill.

Sausages!

Go on, then.

Say your tuppence worth.

I regret what I did.

It was wrong of me, I accept that.

I hope you that will be able
to, um... Drink your tea.

When I came to Lark Rise last time...

I was affected by what I met here.

People here have a fashion about them.

They give you tea

when you might deserve salt
rubbed into your wounds.

Well, you are here, facing me.

So you must have true courage,

or a great and admirable
need to put things right.

Thank you. Or you have
another trick up your sleeve.

Show your manners. Drink your tea.

You assume that a few of your silky
words and a flash of your handsome charm,

and we will... What?

Understand?

Forgive you?

Like you?

We are the ones being harmed, but
you're the one with the wounds!

Mr Parish...

You are drinking my tea, because
I was taught not to hold grudges.

Not for your sake, mind, but for mine.

Holding a resentment
is like drinking poison

and waiting for the other person to die.

I don't wish you ill
for what you've done.

But where my daughter is concerned...

I wish you a hundred miles away.

I know my daughter.

Your way of life,

of seeing life...

..it would scar her.

You've made your mind up about me.

If you stay, it will be far worse.

So I'm asking you to promise
me you will leave her alone.

Can you do that?

Yes.

Yes, I can.

Mrs Turrill.

The tree.

That's all in hand.

We're preparing things now.

Well, I am glad to hear that.

Indeed. Indeed.

I've found the ritual
that we need to perform.

A call to the elements.

Did I hear you say...

a ritual?

We're going to consecrate the tree.

Set her free.

Consecration is a solemn sacrification,

the holiest ceremony,

only to be performed by
those ordained by the church!

And you are planning...

..to consecrate...

a tree?! We must release the poor dear.

Been in there all these years.

That... That road!

That lane right there is
where the Bishop will pass by

on his way to morning service
to consecrate the font!

That lane...

It goes right past the...

..Witch Tree.

I find myself...

..pleading with you not...

to not...

..to reconsider.

She is pleading to be let out.

I can't turn away from her.

I see.

I see! Very well. I see.

Daniel...

I'm beginning to think
you're avoiding me.

I have been avoiding you, Laura.

I don't understand. Why?

Because I wanted so much to see you.

That's why I came here.

That is why I must go.

Everything here tells me that.

Is it this place? Is it so terrible?

I love this world of yours.

The people here.

That's why I must leave.

Daniel, you're not making any sense.

Why have you been avoiding me?

Because your Pa asked me to.

To prove myself.

And why must you prove anything
to my Pa? I don't have to.

I never did.

I wanted to prove something
to myself. And I have.

In my soul...I'm a journalist.

The Bishop is coming, and the locals
believe there's a witch inside of this tree.

My instincts tell me to go
back to Oxford with this story,

exploit the Bishop, embarrass the
locals, make a mockery of everyone!

But you don't have to!

I have your letters.

And, in them, is a kind and gentle man.

The type of man I
could fall in love with.

Would you give up on him so easily?

How can you become him unless you start?

You can start now.

I could help you.

No. Yes.

Yes.

It is such a lonely place.

Being separated by secrets.

I do so fear it.

I want my sister back.

This is our store.

We have known difficulties before.

We will overcome our
circumstances. Together.

You mentioned a while ago we
might have a fashion parade.

Why not?

Might be great fun.

What is his name?

Lionel.

Lionel Dallas.

Does he have an occupation?

He is an undertaker.

Hmm.

He cares greatly for his...

clients.

He speaks of them most tenderly.

I am sure that he does.

Shall we have some hot milk...

Ruth?

You can call me Ruby.

You might as well.

Is everything all right,
Miss Lane? Yes, Laura.

Just a little night humour.

Have you seen your young man yet?

Yes, ma'am,

and he is decided he
will be my young man.

That is rather sudden.

I know people think ill of Daniel.

I do believe he gave people
cause to mistrust him.

Daniel is a man who is
tormented with self doubt.

It is that which makes him want
to run away from people. Oh.

Is that so?

You must have said
something rather magical

to make him overcome his troubles.

I told him what you told me, Miss Lane.

When I first came here.

I'm curious what I could have said

that might restore a man
to well being so quickly.

The constant thought of others.

If we forget about ourselves,

our own selfish needs, our
worries and uncertainties...

Well...

life does seem to flow more easily.

My own words coming back to me.

Perhaps I ought to make a habit
of listening to my own advice.

Ah! Ah!

Margaret...

I have had a dream.

A vision.

I have been pushed too far.

Pushed beyond.

Pushed over.

And I will stand up for Jesus.

For our parish.

For decency.

For the Bishop! My dear,
what are you considering?

I am beyond consideration, Margaret.

BANGING AT THE DOOR

Miss Lane, Miss Lane...

Thomas has taken up an axe!

HE SOBS

Why me?

Why not?

Oh, Thomas...

Come away and leave the tree.

This witchery must be struck down

before these pagans perform
their pagan ceremony!

You have your faith
and others have theirs.

There's only one true faith, Miss Lane!

And look where it has brought you!

I have every respect
for your beliefs, Thomas,

but do you suppose at this moment that you
present a picture of the triumph of Christianity?

The coming is Bishop!

Oh, Thomas...

I have known you since you were a boy.

And I have known your
faith in all that time, too.

It does not depend upon
you impressing the Bishop,

no matter how very reverend he may be.

It is yours.

It lays beside you on
your pillow at night.

It comforts you when there is
no human comfort to be found.

Your faith has steered you and
sustained you through many trials.

Isn't that so, Margaret? I...

Oh...

We...

Yes!

It has sustained others, too.

Myself, for one.

You?

Well, you saved me when my own
actions almost cost me the Post Office.

I did save you, didn't I? Yes.

Yes, you did.

Now...you have saved me.

Why, isn't that how life works?

We take turns in saving one another.

I think they call it fellowship.

Pagan, by the way,

only means country ways.

Rustic faith.

Something handed down.

I wonder... Perhaps

it might cause offence.

Do you suppose we ought to remove the...

implement from the tree?

Powers of the North,
Guardians of the Earth,

consecrate this tree

and charge it with your vitalities.

Come to us. Purify this dawn.

And let this spirit be reborn.

Powers of the East,

Guardians of the Air,

come this way and pass through me.

Let us set this spirit free.

Powers of the South, Guardians of Fire,

burn away this history.

Let the innocent travel in peace.

Explain this to me.

I hear a voice telling
me to go to Candleford

to proclaim that food
will come from the heavens.

I come. I proclaim.

And I find I'm fed all
the food I can stomach.

Now if that in't a gift from the beyond,

then I would be more'n
pleased to know what is.

Queenie! Mr Timmins has found a fossil!

Show me! I have to see
that! What a thing to find!

Isn't it just wondrous? It's a fish.

It's just about the most
beautiful thing I ever saw.

There were things country
folk all knew would endure

as long as the world lasted.

But some things were lost.

Taken from us.

Thrown away by our own neglect.

Or simply stolen by the
doubts we conjure in ourselves.

So they must be restored.

Fought for, held dear.

So that we can be at
peace with one another

and with our own beliefs.

The Bishop

is not coming!

He has been taken ill.

# A gypsy came to the castle gate... #

What a tune! I don't know when
I've heard anything so catchy.

What about you, Edmund?

What does the song
mean for you? Freedom.

His first day on the land.
And his first pay on the land.

I wanted better for him, I wanted more.

If a person were going to become a wife,

what do you suppose
they would need to know?

She must learn to dance. She
must be able to make cakes.

I believe we have a plan!

Can you keep a secret?

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