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Roll up, roll up for Professor
Tredinnick's marvellous Tempestulator!

For the fail-safe prognosticating
of the weather.

LAURA: Once a year
the fair came to Candleford Green.

It brought wondrous sights and sounds.

There were hay bale races and high jumps

and dipping heads in tubs of water
to retrieve apples with the teeth.

(EXCLAIMING)

And then there was
the contest of contests,

the great shin-kicking tournament.

A test of strength and speed,
courage and skill.

And the winner was crowned Champion

and carried through the streets
in glory.

And the prettiest girl
was named Queen of the fair.

It never rained
when the fair came to town.

It seemed to bring only sunshine
and laughter

and great good fortune.

(LAUGHING) I won a pig! A whole pig!

We won a pig.

QUEENIE: Oh! Come on!

Minnie, this toast is still bread

and the jam is chutney.

And there appears to be no tea
in the tea.

- Minnie, what is the matter?
- No, ma'am, please don't ask.

If you ask, I shall have to answer
and my mouth don't wanna speak it.

- Please, ma'am.
- Very well.

We shall talk of something else
if you so wish.

LAURA: I cannot bear
to take it off, ma'am.

Please may I wear it? Just for today.

I would not deny you one more day
as Queen of the fair, Laura.

Mr and Mrs Turrill will soon
be having nothing but bacon

for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Magic, isn't it, ma'am,
that they should have won a whole pig.

It is fortunate, certainly,
and I rejoice for them,

but it is not magic.

- Don't you believe in magic, ma'am?
- Minnie, you know full well

I do not believe in anything
that I cannot see with my own eyes.

Do you believe in science, ma'am?

Only I'm making
my very own tempestulator

for the predicting of the weather.

Oh!

That is wonderful, Sydney.

Then you can tell me
if it is going to rain on my wash day.

Gabriel, you are writhing,
it would seem.

I did not sleep very well.

The rain came in last night. I think
some tiles may be loose in the roof.

This morning I find I can barely move.

Well, the attic is empty,
innit, ma'am, upstairs?

It is indeed.

But it would not be
entirely appropriate.

- Thomas used to sleep there.
- It is not the same thing, Minnie.

- It would not be proper.
- But...

It is out of the question.

I am sorry, Gabriel.

I will have the tiles seen to

to make it more comfortable
for you there.

Thank you, Miss Lane.
That would be much appreciated.

(PIG SNORTING)

QUEENIE: We shall have us a toad!

TWISTER: There's nothing
like my Queenie's toad.

Suet pastry light as air.
The juices when you bite into it!

THOMAS: Oi, Mrs Turrill!

You know your luck, this is a Berkshire.

The meat favoured
by Her Majesty the Queen.

This pig, Mrs Turrill,
is commonly known as the Queen's pig.

(LAUGHING) The Queen for my queen.

I brought him some turnip tops.

I'm digging over the whole of my patch.
Feel like I have the strength of 10 men.

Funny, innit, how one little word
can make you feel mighty.

And what is that word?

ALL: Champion!

QUEENIE: And never been a truer one.

I cannot tell you, Queenie,
how it gladdens my heart

and feeds my soul
to see good fortune come to good people.

Indeed. God's universe
is a just universe.

Now if God would just
make my patch grow.

The leeks are thin as beans this year.
My beans weren't no better than grass.

I fear I may have been unfair
this morning to Gabriel.

In truth, the forge is no place
for a person to live.

Would it really be so bad
for him to sleep in the attic?

Thomas would not approve...

I do not think it would suit Gabriel.

It is awkward to be a guest,
to live under someone else's roof.

It is not always comfortable.

And Gabriel and I, we have

reached an ease with one another.

I have never been anything
but comfortable here, ma'am.

Thank you, Laura.

You are quite right.

I should not make anyone sleep
where I would not wish to.

I will invite him in.

And we must simply
steer the ship with care.

(QUEENIE SIGHING)

Oh, well...

I suppose the ghost of a good snuff
is better than nothing.

(CHUCKLING)

We shall have us a toad!

Faggots and peas... I'll be fat!
Fat as a palace cat.

It isn't right!

Us with so much
and there's Alfie and his brood,

don't get so much as a sniff
of good meat all the month.

And Emma!

Putting her soul into the soil

and barely able to scratch together
a poultry stew.

What are you saying then?

My friends, I have won a pig.

Out of the blue, out of the sky,
I have won a pig.

And here's my thinking.

Twister and me,
we don't need a whole pig.

A whole pig for two people?

For myself,
all I need is my ounce of snuff.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

- All I need is a toad.
- So I have decided

we shall have us a pig feast.

- (ALL GASPING)
- MAN: A pig feast?

QUEENIE: Like in the old times.

We shall have it on Saturday
when the pig sticker's in town.

Everyone will bring what they can
and I will bring the pig.

Queenie, no. It's too much.

Where's the joy in good fortune
if you don't share it?

Now, children,

we must make him good and fat.

We must find him the juiciest berries
and the choicest snails. Come on!

ALL: # Oh, when King Arthur
first did reign

# He ruleth like a king

# He bought three sacks of barley-meal
to make a plum pudding #

MINNIE: Thomas?

I like to give Margaret a little gift
every now and then

as a token of my devotion.

I had thought to pick her
some moss rose,

but now I see this ribbon
in softest duck-egg blue.

Why are you devoted, Thomas?

Why? Because she is perfection.

I suppose I am undevoted.

I've never had a crown of roses,
nor shall I again.

So I am determined
to wear it till it falls apart.

I'm sure I would do the same,
had I ever been Queen of the fair.

You are as pretty as a butterfly.

(BELL TINKLING)

Good day to you all.

I will take a length
of the duck-egg blue,

- if you please, Ms Pratt.
- Of course, Mr Brown.

It's a little something for my wife.
A token of my high regard.

How romantic.

Why should the little brown bird
not adorn herself?

We cannot all be Queen of the fair,

but we can make the most
of what we have.

(LAUGHS)

Beg your pardon? "Little brown bird"?

Oh, no, Mr Brown...

I do not mean it as an insult.
Quite the contrary.

I'm charmed by the quiet beauty
of the dunnock.

Indeed, for myself,

I find moths far more beautiful
than butterflies.

- "Moths"?
- "More beautiful than butterflies"?

No, Mr Parish, I do not mean to say

that Mrs Brown is more beautiful
than Miss Timmins.

I should think not.

Oh, no, Thomas, I did not mean
to slight Mrs Brown.

It's just that Laura
is the Queen of the fair.

She is the prettiest girl in Candleford.

Mr Brown!

(STAMMERING) I beg you to accept
this ribbon free of charge.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(SIGHING)

Thomas, Daniel only thought
to praise me.

Indeed, I did not know he set
so much store by me being Queen.

But I'm sure he did not mean
to reproach Mrs Brown.

How could he? She is irreproachable.

She is. I, sadly, Laura, am not.

- What do you mean?
- I should have defended her!

"How dare you, sir!" I should have said.

"My wife is the most beautiful
of all of God's creations."

I should have called him a poltroon
and a disgrace.

And instead I gaped like a drowning fish

and said nothing at all.

You wanted to see me, Miss Lane?

Gabriel, I hope you will forgive me
for earlier.

You are most welcome
to sleep in the attic

if you would be more comfortable there.

Thank you. I am obliged to you.
I would be more comfortable.

I will get my things.

I think it best for us to have
some rules by which to live,

so that there may be
no misunderstandings.

Indeed.

The Post Office demands order,
so I would ask you to be tidy.

Of course.

Wednesdays and Saturdays
will be your bath nights.

Dinner times are sacred.

- No boots upstairs.
- Very good.

I would be grateful if you would set
a good example to Sydney.

No language or smoking or pranks.
But above all, Gabriel,

you must make yourself at home.

Thank you, Miss Lane.

Flowers for my lady.

There's cowslip for grace,
sweet woodruff for sweet humility

and honeysuckle.

A gift from Tristan to his Iseult.

(MARGARET SNIFFING)

Thomas, my Galahad.

What news, sweet knight?
What news from court?

How fare my lord and lady Turrill
and their pig?

The Turrills are greatly blessed.
The pig is a Berkshire no less.

- A Berkshire?
- Yeah.

My grandmother kept a Berkshire.
The tenderest meat.

I have not had Berkshire bacon
since I was a child.

You shall have your bacon, my dear.

You shall have
whatever your heart desires.

(WHINING)

- (PIG GRUNTING)
- What?

Where are you going?

It's fearful cold. We don't want him
catching a chill, do we?

I'm coming, my beauty. I'm coming.

You'll soon be snug and warm,
my handsome darling.

Invite him in, why don't you?
He can have my cap an' all.

She gave him my blanket
off my very back.

ALF: She didn't come yesterday.

Minnie. She said she would.

Did you hear me? Pigs, in blankets.

What's a fellow got to do
for a bit of sympathy?

- You didn't come yesterday.
- I was thinking.

I was thinking and thinking what does
my Alfie want more than anything?

So I bought you some... Well,
I bought you something for the patch.

You bought me a basket of... Minnie!

It's just what I need.
I shall have spuds big as a house.

I brought it because I'm devoted, Alf.

So devoted to you, you don't need
to worry no more about me.

Because I do believe in you. I do.
And I always will

'cause I know you ain't got nothing
but true bones in your body.

- You do believe in me?
- Yeah.

You do believe in me,
but you say it like you don't.

No! No, no, it's my mouth!

It says things my brain don't mean.
It ain't to be trusted.

I gotta get back.
I gotta make breakfast.

- I only came for a look at you.
- You don't believe in me, Min.

Well, what exactly don't you believe?

Minnie! Minnie, if you do not want me
to wear the crown, I shall take it off.

- Why would I want that?
- Because Alfie is Champion.

Perhaps you wish
you would have been Queen.

Oh, I know I ain't no Queen of the fair.

Alfie don't love me for my looks.

He loves me because
I'm steadfast and loyal and...

(SOBBING) Laura, can eyes lie?

Only my eyes are telling me
they seen something,

but the rest of me
don't wanna believe it.

Why? What did they see?

At the fair, in the shin-kicking,
Alfie's foot went over the line.

- You think he cheated?
- You didn't see it?

- No, I did not.
- Well, then my eyes are lying!

Oh, Minnie, I've known Alf Arless
since the day he was born

and I ain't never known a finer soul.

So did they lie or didn't they?

Minnie, you're the truest girl
I ever knew.

I am unable to say.

Perhaps you should find someone else
to help you solve this problem.

Gabriel is clever, innit?

With his sums an' all. And he is a man.

Mr Turrill! Oh, Mr Turrill,

how fares His Majesty? The pig.

Oh, him. He's dandy, he is.
Pig in boots.

So, now, Mr Turrill, another question.

I wondered if you had thought
to sell any of him.

I hadn't thought of it.
Sell him? Sell him for how much?

I only need a small piece of bacon.

- A shilling.
- A shilling?

(LAUGHING) Mr Brown, it isn't known as
the Queen's pig for nothing now, is it?

Very well.

One and six. Yes, one and six

as it is for Margaret,
my treasured wife.

Selling, is it? Selling him...

See, I hadn't thought on it,
but now I am thinking on it.

And now that I think on it
I am thinking.

- Hmm.
- Thomas Brown...

No, we're not thinking of selling him.

- Ah.
- No, sir. No, no, no.

He ain't mine to sell, see?
He's my Queenie's pig.

No, he isn't for selling.

The pig is not for sale.

All right.

Oh!

Mr Turrill? What is it? Your face...

- Are you quite well?
- No! (EXCLAIMING)

Here, Thomas Brown, what is this?
This feeling.

I've got a feeling all inside me,

all welling up in me
from the earth, like. Oh!

Yellow it is!

Like I've drunk nothing
but honey mead all my life.

Like I've got the sun in my bones!

(LAUGHING) What is this, Thomas Brown?

I cannot divine, Mr Turrill.

It sounds very like
the feeling I have on a Sunday

after I have prostrated myself
before the Lord.

It is a feeling, Mr Turrill,
I do believe of virtuousness.

(EXCLAIMING)

Virtuous, is it?

Virtuous.

Yes! Because I did not sell the pig!

- Ah, yes.
- Virtuous.

Now, why did no one tell me
it felt like this?

I'd have been virtuous all my life
if I'd have known.

Hear me, Thomas Brown,
from this moment forth

Twister Turrill shall be a good man

and a blameless husband.

God bless you for that, Mr Turrill.

Mr Brown, are you well?

Mrs Brown, she was content
with the ribbon?

Such a lovely colour you chose.

(THOMAS SIGHING)

Mr Brown?

My only desire in life, Miss Pratt,
is to be a worthy husband to my wife.

But I cannot give her
anything she wants,

not even a piece of bacon!

Bacon, Mr Brown?

Well, she has set her heart
on a piece of Mr Turrill's pig,

but Mr Turrill will not be persuaded.

I cannot persuade him.
I am an errant knave.

But her honour shall not go unprotected.

I shall be her knight yet,
indeed I shall.

Somehow.

(LAUGHING)

QUEENIE: Now there's a smile
to light up the sky.

Oh, Queenie! I've tasted it.

- I've seen it.
- What's that then?

I've seen the world
how good folks see it,

looking out at it straight and strong
through my eyes.

Not sideways and sly-like.

Oh, Queenie, it was better than ale.

Better than ale
and it didn't cost me a penny.

Who are you? And what have
you done with my husband?

(QUEENIE LAUGHING)

(BELL JINGLING)

Mr Parish!
Daniel Parish, show yourself, sir.

That is no good, Mr Parish.
I must have satisfaction.

You have insulted my lady.

I must defend her honour.

You are not challenging me
to a duel, Thomas?

I regret that I cannot, sir,
as I do not wish to kill or maim you.

But I must be satisfied somehow!
I cannot bear this torment much longer.

Perhaps you could slap Mr Parish
smartly across the face with a glove.

Well, I could.

But I fear a slap

may cause injury.

You could draw the glove gently
across my face.

That is more a symbolic gesture
than a punishment as such.

There now, Thomas,
do you feel any better now?

No, I do not, sir.

I do not think that
I will ever feel better again.

Poor Mr Brown, there must be
something we can do for him.

I will procure them a piece of the pig.

I will even cook it for them myself.

I may try one of my
more experimental recipes.

I have a fancy for pork boiled in milk

with celery and oranges.

(SNORING)

(SNORING)

Gabriel?

I have a horrible problem.

Can you solve it for me with one
of your dilegams and calacamations?

That depends on the nature
of the problem.

My Alfie is Champion of the fair.

Only he isn't because he didn't win
the shin-kicking, not right and fair.

His foot went over the line
and I know because I seen

and my eyes didn't lie.

But if my eyes didn't lie,
then Alfie must have...

He is my beloved and if I doubt him,
then I must be undevoted

and if I'm undevoted,
then he can't love me

for that's what he loves me for.
Do you see?

I regret

I do not have a calculation
for love, Minnie.

I can only speak from experience

and in my experience

I've found that blind devotion
is no good to anyone.

Are you following me, missus?

I am.

Mr...

Twister.

Mr Twister.

I would like to buy a piece of your pig
to cook for the Browns.

I am prepared to pay good money for it.

What do you say to two and six?

Two and six?

- No! No, no, no, no!
- No.

Twister Turrill's a good man now, see.

How very disappointing.

I have the money here in my purse.
It is yours.

All I ask is a small piece
of tenderloin.

(EXCLAIMING)

No, Miss Pratt!
The pig isn't for selling.

The pig is not for sale.

- He will not sell you any meat?
- Not even the smallest piece.

Perhaps it is for the best.

My dear sister, you must know...

You have been blessed
with so many gifts...

Oh.

Cookery is not one of them.
You have no natural sympathy with food.

Indeed there is some enmity there.

Oh?

Ruby, please, take it in good heart.

I plead as much for Mr and Mrs Brown
as for myself.

Oh, and you, I suppose,
are on the best of terms with food?

Well, let me appraise you
of certain truths, sister dear.

Your gravy is too thin

and you always overcook the cabbage
and your crackling is, frankly, flabby.

Then you will cook your dish
and I shall cook mine

and the proof, as they say,
will be in the eating.

Oh, Mr Turrill!

How do you do, sir?
Mr Turrill, let's do business.

Could you be prevailed upon
to sell me a piece of your Berkshire?

I will give you four shillings for it.

Oh, do not prevail, missus.

Mr Twister. Mr Twister.

I have a proposal for you.

Mr Twister, I shall give you
four shillings

and I shall make you a new coat

to your exact specifications.

A coat?

A coat with pockets?

I will give you four shillings
and a ribbon for your hat.

Four shillings and four shillings.

Oh, they is prevailing.

Warm coat for winter,
warm as a blanket to wrap you in.

Four shillings and four shillings.

Come now, Mr Twister,
why do you hesitate?

- (TWISTER EXCLAIMING)
- Are you quite yourself?

Oh, she is prevailing.

Oh, she is overcoming old Twister.

Twister Turrill, you is overcome.

(RUBY SIGHING)

(PEARL LAUGHING)

Gabriel.

It's jammed again,
but I think I have deduced the cause.

I have made a mistake
in the construction.

No, don't touch, Sydney.

What I need is space.
Space in which to spread out and think.

A place, moreover,
where I may work undisturbed,

away from people
and their endless problems.

And my kitchen is the place?

Miss Lane, it is a liberty I know,
but I am so close.

So close to a solution.

I may, perhaps,
need to redesign the gear hub.

You know how hard I worked on this.

Well, then, very well.

Ma'am, it's raining.
We'll have to bring the washing in.

Miss Lane, you do not mean
to hang it in here?

That would somewhat defeat my purpose.

We will hang it upstairs in the attic.

Where I sleep?

Indeed.

Yes, of course.

- RUBY: Mr Brown?
- Yes.

It is my great honour to invite you
and Mrs Brown to come and dine with me.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, it was to be a surprise
but, Mr Brown, I cannot resist.

Mrs Brown

shall have her Berkshire pork.

You have persuaded him, Miss Pratt?
Mr Turrill is selling the pig?

Mr Turrill is selling the pig.

Mr Turrill does not wish
to sell the pig.

Laura, you are shedding petals
all over Gabriel's floor.

Soon, there'll be no crown left.

Then what shall I do?

There's something so beautiful
in the wearing of it.

Laura, beware of vanity.

It makes even the most beautiful
unbecoming.

And Daniel is devoted to you,
not the crown.

I'm not wearing it to please Daniel.

Have you ever been devoted, Ma'am?

Yes, Minnie, I have. Long ago.

But you ain't devoted now?

- No.
- Not even to Gabriel?

What a curious question, Minnie!

No! I'm not devoted to... To Gabriel.

- Whatever gave you such an idea?
- But it's all right. He didn't mind.

When Sydney said,
he weren't embarrassed or nothing.

When Sydney said? When Sydney said what?

What did Sydney say?

I said, my ma loves you.

And what did he say? Gabriel.

How did he reply?

He said that in that case,

he would have another sausage
with his breakfast.

Oh! Did he?

He said... Oh.

I see.

Must be more air and soil in there now.
You turned it so often.

She didn't come and see me again today.

She said she don't
believe in me no more.

I ain't no cheat, Queenie.

She said you was a cheat?

- I don't believe it.
- Well, that's what she meant.

How'd you know? You asked her straight?

No. I...

I ain't been to see her.

And why is that?

You've been a champion since the day
you were born, Alf Arless.

You need no fair to make you one.

Minnie knows that.
That girl, she worships you.

Well, I don't want her to worship me.

I want her to love me, no matter what.

No matter what?

Oh, Alf.

I expect you would
like another chop, Gabriel.

Thank you, Miss Lane.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

No Minnie?

No.

No Twister neither.

PEARL: Queenie!

Who's that?

What can she want?

Acorns will not fatten him
like a milk pudding.

RUBY: Morning.

Barley mash. The finest feed of all.

I think we know how to feed our pig,
thank you, Miss Pratt.

Our pig.

It is Candleford's pig now.

Oh, my.

QUEENIE: Oh, Twister.

What have you done?

(CROWS CAWING)

(PANTING) Spent? Lost! Gone?

I ain't to be trusted! I ain't.

Ne'er do well!

Jackdaw!

They made me!

Them Candleford tykes.

They sweet talked me.

Didn't you understand none of it?

These people, our good friends,

have stood between us
and the poor house.

I've lost count of the times

Emma Timmins has given me the meat
off her own plate

when I had nothing to put on the table.

(SIGHS)

Well, you must give these
Candleford folk their money back

because you sold them
something that weren't yours to sell.

Of course.

You ain't got it no more.

You spent it already.

And what have you got to show for it?

Nothing.

Poverty lives in you, Twister Turrill.

Only got to breathe on riches,
turns them to dust.

Well, you'd better unfix this fix
somehow, Tom,

because these good people
ain't getting a touch of this pig.

This pig is not for sale!

(WOMEN GASP)

(SIGHS)

No, Sydney, no...

(GABRIEL SIGHING)

He has spilt milk
all over my blueprints.

I told you, Sydney,
not to touch anything.

Gabriel, he did not mean to do it.

It was an accident. I'm sorry, Mum.

Oh, Sydney, your Tempestulator.

Sydney, Sydney.

You, Gabriel, presume too much
upon my kindness.

GABRIEL: Miss Lane.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

You're gonna leave your husband
out here all night?

I got a new husband.

He's cleaner in his habits
and he don't snore so bad.

You may live next door where you belong.

(STUTTERS) Queenie...

They tempted me.

- They prevailed.
- That's your quarrel.

When have you ever in your life
thought on another person?

Till you can answer me that,
don't speak to me.

(DOOR LOCKING)

Here we go. There's a boy.
Yes, boy. Yes, boy.

I can't stay out here all night.
I won't last.

I have a sickness in me.

- You ain't well?
- Some sickness in my skin.

It hurts to be inside it.

Twister, that sickness, that's shame.

You got something for it?
You got a remedy you can give me?

There ain't no brew you can drink
against shame.

- Not even mead.
- Then what's a poor fellow to do?

Every man's shame is his own.
There ain't no cure.

The first thing you got to do
is you got to admit it to yourself.

Look at in the eyes.
Then you can stand up and be counted.

Can I have a lie down first?

No, Twister,
you have to find another bed.

I can't go against Queenie.
You know I can't.

Miss Lane.

She has turned me out.

In favour of the pig.

She ain't wrong,
can't apologise without words.

Can't sleep without a bed neither.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Ma'am, are my eyes being silly again?

Only, I just seen Twister
coming up the stairs.

You might as well have my bed, Twister.
I shall work through the night.

But, I... Oh. (SIGHS)

Miss Lane, I beg you,
don't throw him out.

He has nowhere else to go.

Miss Lane wouldn't turn a poor fellow
out in the night.

Indeed I would not, Mr Turrill.

Minnie, back to bed.

Gabriel...

(WHISPERS) I would have a word,
if you please?

(GROANS)

Gabriel, I must ask you
to move back into the forge.

Yes, it is probably for the best.

I am disappointed.

I took you in as my guest
for your own sake.

And you have been arrogant,
self-absorbed and inconsiderate.

And I will not tolerate any show
of temper towards Sydney.

And you have presumed upon my...

You have presumed

grossly.

I was born in a foundry.

My mother always said
I was born with something

of a furnace in me.

I burn so hot.

I do not seem able to live moderately.

It seems I cannot live without love.

And if I cannot love

someone, I must love something.

My work.

And I love it to the exclusion
of all else.

Just as I have always loved.

I do not think that is love, Gabriel.

It is passion, yes,

but it is not love.

Not as I understand it.

Love is not a selfish need.

It is not a hunger that must be fed.

Love should not exclude.

It should

make our lives broader.

Our hearts wider, surely.

What kind of love is it
that would lock us away?

Remove us from those around us.

What kind of life is it to be alone?

Ain't no chance there's a piece of pie,
I suppose.

Only I ain't had no supper.

I shall never again
be Queen of the fair.

I would not have thought
you would care so much for it.

Last night,

I opened my window
and leant out into the dark.

And the air was full of the scent
of new hay and elderflower.

I can't stay here forever.

Everything must pass.

Who can say what is to come?

(KNOCKING INCESSANTLY)

Miss Lane?

(DOOR OPENING)

Oh, Miss Lane. Miss Lane.

Pearl has gone to Lark Rise.

(PANTING) Her dander is up.

She speaks of bringing Twister
to account.

"Mr Turrill will not,
after all, sell the pig,

"for it is Mrs Turrill's pig."

Miss Lane, Pearl...

She has drawn
her shining sword of justice.

(WHISPERING) She is merciless
when her dander is up.

Oh, please, Miss Lane,
you are the only one she will hear.

Where is Mr Turrill?

He was up at the lark
and over to Lark Rise.

Minnie, are you coming
to Lark Rise with me?

(SIGHING) I've been thinking all night.

My eyes don't lie
and my mouth don't lie.

True is all I am.

And if I'm afraid to speak true
then I ain't never gonna speak again.

And then how will I make my Alfie laugh?

I'll show her.
She'll see this time proper.

She'll see for herself what I'm made of.

That's my remedy.

If anyone thinks I shouldn't be Champion

and he wants to challenge me,
they know how to settle it.

I'm building a shin-kicking ring.

But, Alf, who thinks
you shouldn't be Champion?

No one thinks it.

One person thinks it.
She's the only one that matters.

- PEARL: Theft! Yes, yes, it is theft!
- Oh, Lord.

You, sir, are a thief!

Now, Mr Turrill, you have defrauded us,
have you not?

- How do you propose to rectify matters?
- Look at me, Mrs.

Do I look like I got the means
to rectify anything?

Your own foolishness is to blame,
Miss Pratt.

All of you.
Everyone knows he's a twister.

- Here.
- Oh, now, would you trust you?

Pearl, we are to blame.

We pushed him. We coerced him.

He would not have sold us anything
had we not pursued him.

Ruby, whose side are you on?
You may come and live here.

And be a true Lark Riser
if this is what you believe.

Pearl, please, let us not take sides.

GABRIEL: May I speak?

When I first came here,

Mrs Turrill let me drink from the well.

Miss Lane gave me occupation.

I believe I've seen
the best of town and village.

And I must declare you
equal in all things.

In kindness,

in compassion,

in generosity.

There is a way to resolve this,

if Queenie would allow it.

Go on, sir.

You might share the pig.

A pig feast for Lark Rise
and Candleford,

together.

Well, now, that ain't for me to decide.

I won the pig. I gave him to Lark Rise.

It's for Lark Rise to say.

You ain't happy, unless you're sharing.

Well, will that be an end to it.

Will you be satisfied, Ma'am?

I see there is no other satisfaction
I can have.

You must promise me
a piece of crackling.

Then we shall share him, sir.

Pig put us apart,
only right he should bring us together.

Come on.

- What's this?
- Proof. I mean, I'll show you.

I'll beat any man
who cares to challenge me!

And then you'll know for sure
that I'm the Champion,

'cause I'll be the champion
right and fair this time.

And you wasn't before?

No, I wasn't.

I was so close.

Only a boot lace away.

And no one saw and, so,

I thought that I didn't see it right.

I told myself the line was wrong.

I just wanted to be Champion.

Just for seven days in the year.

Alfie, you're everyone's champion.

Who do they all turn to always? You!

And I gotta bear that burden,
day in, day out.

I just wanted the glory, see?

Without the care.

Just for once.

- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)
- (PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Aren't you gonna let me have
even a taste of the pig?

You've got to earn your plate.

(QUEENIE SIGHS)

What can I say?

You always tells me to hush my coin.

For a minute, I danced with the angels.

I danced with 'em.

Well, I ain't never had plenty, have I?

I ain't had nothing
for as long as I can remember.

- Not so much as a pocket, nothing.
- (COINS JINGLING)

Here, hold on.

What's this here? There you are!

I thought I dreamed you. (CHUCKLES)

There's an ounce of snuff
for my Queenie.

First thought I had
when I held that money in my hand

was that empty old snuff box.

Don't need nothing
but her ounce of snuff.

Ain't much, is it?

But it's more than I gave you.

Oh, Tom.

All you wanted was a toad.

I'm seeing I was selfish to be generous.

I should have given you a toad at least.

What are you talking about?

You've given me a whole lifetime,
Queenie.

A whole lifetime of riches.

My old jackdaw.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

You need not fear the future, Laura.

I shall be a part of it.

And I shall face it with you.

We shall face it together.

I welcome you all,
town and village, to the feast.

Let us give thanks.

Let us give thanks for our friends.

Let us give thanks to God
for sending us a pig.

And let us give thanks to the pig,

for he has given us
the greatest gift of all.

King of the feast!

ALL: Pig!

THOMAS: Now, then, Mr Parish,
we have unfinished business.

I shall have my satisfaction of you
at last.

Gladly, Mr Brown.

GABRIEL: Nothing above the knee,
sudden death,

first one out of the circle loses.
May the best man win.

Mr Parish.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIM)

I am satisfied.

I am satisfied.

I... I did not maim you at all?

No, no, Mr Brown.
Only my pride is wounded.

(BOTH EXHALE)

Thomas, sir.

(BOTH SIGHING)

THOMAS: It is all over now,
my heart's own perfection,

but for one thing.

(SIGHS) I have something for you.

Oh. How very lovely.

My dear?

Speak, dearest.
There is nothing you cannot say to me.

Oh, Thomas, I cannot wear this colour.

It makes me sallow and liverish.

Well, in that case,

thank you,

Amelia-Cordelia will be the beneficiary.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Good girl.

(TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

# When King Arthur first did reign
ruling like a king

# He brought three sacks of barley meal
to make the plum pudding

# Apudding it was made
and duly stuffed with plum

# And lots of suet and pork in it
as big as my two thumbs

# The king and queen, sat down to it
and all the lords aside

# I'm wondering what he ate that night
The queen this morning cried

# The queen this morning cried #

(ALL LAUGHING)

Goodnight.

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

(WOMEN SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

You've been in love before,
haven't you, Alfie?

Yes, Minnie.

Was it nice 'cause...

This isn't nice, is it?

And I thought that was
what love was for,

to be lovely and make all well,

but I ain't never been more queasy.

I know what you mean.

It's so hard, innit?

Will it always be like this,
do you reckon?

Will I always be queasy?

Come here.

(MINNIE SIGHING)

Sydney,

this way if you please, sir?

- It's your machine?
- (LAUGHS)

On the contrary, Sydney,

it is your machine.

Mr Sydney's most
marvellous Tempestulator.

I must warn you, Miss Lane,

I cannot speak
for its prognosticating qualities.

(GASPS) It is ingenious.

It is wonderful.

Take it upstairs, Sydney dear,
where Minnie cannot break it, mmm?

You made it so beautifully.

It was my pleasure. Truly.

For so long,
the world held no interest for me

and I

didn't even know it.

But here, now,

I find delight in the smallest things.

You have brought me back to life.

I did not mean to presume upon you,
Miss Lane.

I merely forgot myself

in the great pleasure of living here.

Are we friends again?

Of course.

(EXHALES)

And I am sorry for our quarrel.

I enjoyed every minute of it.

(CHUCKLES)

I am moving back into the forge.
It is for the best.

For all these delights, I am,

I see, not yet ready
to share another's life.

I say that for your sake
more than my own.

Then, Gabriel,

for my sake,

stay.

LAURA: Life could seem humdrum
when the fair had gone.

But not to us.

We made our own happiness.

A harder one perhaps, and quieter.

But all the sweeter for that.

Contentment in everyday joys.

And pleasure in the smallest things.