All language subtitles for The.Village.S02E03.HDTV.x264-RiVER

Subtitles by MemoryOnSmells
http://UKsubtitles.ru.

Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today

'When you're young
and time takes an age,

'it feels like nothing
will ever change.

'But it does.

'Sometimes it comes so fast and so
hard that the shape of the world,

'the shape of the people,
are never the same afterwards.

'1923 was like that. Not just with
us. Not just in the village

'but everywhere.

'My mother recognised it
straightaway.'

Go!

'Or maybe it was something
she'd always known.

'The rest of us, the rest
of the world, just had to catch up,

'change shape, make up our minds.'

He's started early.

Aye, well, he'll have to.

It's going to take a long time
to slaughter a herd that size.

The whole herd?

Well, if one of them's got it,
they'll all have it.

Will our cows get it?

No.

No.

Grass fed, clean air.

No hot, fetid cow shed
to pass TB on.

More porridge, Mum.

So, you knew all along.

What's that?

Well, losing the cow shed was
a good idea. Farmer's instincts.

'My heart was trying
to make a decision.'

Morning, Bert.

'Its first real decision.

'But it wasn't a matter of politics.'

Good girl.

Phoebe! Bert! Come back!

You'll be late for school.
I can take them, if you like.

No... You'll miss it.

Wait for me.

Phoebe!

I'm popping up to see Agnes.

With more food from our table?
Bread and eggs won't break us.

Not so long ago, it would have done.

Well, let's be thankful
we're not there any longer.

I'm going to see Hankin later.

See about taking over
Rutter's order.

Can we manage that much? We could.

All these years,
we've fought to keep going

and now we've got a chance
to get on,

we have to take it, Grace.

You shouldn't meddle.

We wouldn't welcome it here.

She needs help, John.
Come on, Mary, love!

Why are you shooting buzzards?
They go for the young grouse.

You can't pass through here.
It's not safe.

I've cycled this path for years.
Not any more.

On whose say so?
Them what own it - the Allinghams.

Oh... Turn around.

Fine.

Agnes? Are you all right?

It's not fair. Gilbert Hankin
had no right to sack you.

It's not his fault.

Is it your fault you couldn't
breathe properly? Allingham...

Allingham?

He thinks I complained about being
sick. That's the end of it.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Allingham should be stood up to.

It'll make no difference...
And who'd stand with me?

I will.

Are these your initials, Middleton?

Hand.

He were a right bastard,
that Ingham.

The children are lucky
to have Mrs Allingham.

She wrote me a letter.

Well, I thought she did.
Turned out it wasn't her.

Martha... She's impossible.
She's a married woman.

What did you expect
was going to happen, Bert?

Who did write it, then?

Phoebe Rundle. Ah, well!

There you go.
I've been telling you, haven't I?

Phoebe Rundle is,
in the opinion of this teacher,

the girl for you. But...

..if...

what you feel can change
so quickly, how will I know

when it's real? Test it out.

Spend some time with her
and then check your heart rate.

Don't laugh at me.
No, no. I would never do that.

Go on, just get away
with you and... test it out.

Make sure that your vote counts
next week in the national elections.

Hello. I wasn't sure you'd be here.

Just for the morning. Then, Glossop
and Chinley. Sheffield tonight.

And you must be... Mary? Who are you?

I'm Bill Gibby.
Delighted to make your acquaintance.

Go on.

Where do you stand on tariff reform?

Um...

I'm against it. Labour is against it.

So is Mrs Allingham.

Good for Mrs Allingham.

Father says it doesn't matter
who wins.

Oh, I think it does. So does Mother.

Go on, you... Off to school.

I know you're, you're very busy,

but I wanted to talk to you about
the girl who lost her job

at the boot factory.
Agnes Scrivener.

See, I don't know what else to do.
Gilbert Hankin, the manager,

now he was just following orders
from Allingham and, well,

I can't speak to Allingham,
because... Then, don't. What?

You're forgetting
about the people who matter.

Just speak as you find.

You find right, Grace.

No need to stop.
Where can we find Gilbert Hankin?

We're here to ask you to reinstate
Agnes Scrivener.

She's been replaced.
The decision's been taken. By you?

Agnes worked here for seven years.

Did she ever not finish her work?
Ever... complain?

There's nothing I can do.

Right.

Thank you for your time.

Your fellow worker was sacked
from her job here

through no fault of her own.

Right now, you are all vulnerable
to the same injustice.

He can't make the boots
without your labour. YOUR labour...

..to offer...

..or to withhold.

As long as Allingham
runs this factory

and speaks for you in Parliament,
he can do with you as he wishes.

But you can hold him accountable.
WE can hold him accountable...

..if you vote Labour this week.

They listened.

But they won't come out for Agnes.

They're afraid. But there'll be
no Hankin or Allingham between them

and the ballot box. Allingham
underestimates us. And them.

Sheffield train, Bill.

We show them a better option
and they'll take it.

Lead by example, Grace. But I'm...
A farmer's wife? And I'm a miner.

And I think we can change the world.

They're a bit young. So am I.

Sorry?

2nd of June, 1924.

I'll be 30.

Until then - no vote. So, don't
worry, my opinion isn't important

and won't be taken seriously
by anybody.

I trust you'll be using your vote
to do good?

Good being a vote
against your brother-in-law?

I may not have a vote, but I do have
my own mind and my own conscience.

And always so sure of them both.

Phoebe.

Can I ask you something? Of course.

Bert Middleton. Yes?

Do you trust him? Yes.

Then I should?
No. No. Keep him working.

Cos the more he can't have you,
the more he'll want you.

There.

Thank you very much.

Eh... Oh, the finest gramophone
money can buy.

Hey, Margaret,
not seen you at the dance hall yet.

You want to come, give it a try.

What, before or after
I serve meself?

If we've money for music,
we've money for help.

Shop!

Hankin.

A word.

All I'm saying is,
you might want to think twice

in future before getting...
Night, John. Good night.

..before you get milk from Rutter.
He's had to slaughter his herd.

TB's been set in for months.

This is the first time in your life
you've been in this shop.

What are you after? You see...

..mine's clean. Open pasture,
no risk, no disease.

See? Clean. Milk, straight from
Middleton Farm to Hankin's shop.

Me and you, nowt in between.

Hmm. It's a... It's a risk
you're taking. Can't I trust you?

You know what I'm saying.
You're a risk taker, aren't you?

I mean, that dance hall, that were
a shot in the dark, weren't it?

Hmm. There's a businessman
in you, after all, John Middleton.

Where you been?

Hankin takes Middleton milk now.

Mother! She's gone to see
Edmund Allingham speak.

What about dairy?

Finished. No more mad dashes to the
station. Those days are gone, Bert.

Change of plan.

Welcome to you all.

Er, I won't be making a speech. Why?

Because I want to hear from you,
about your concerns

and what you want.
Let's make this a conversation.

So, questions from the floor.

Who's first?

Mrs Middleton.

Yes.

Can the workers in your factory
rely on you, Mr Allingham?

Could you repeat the question a
little louder, so everyone hears it?

I was wondering whether the workers
in your factory can rely on you.

The factory has provided employment
for half the village since 1904.

We provided
thousands of pairs of boots

for our brave men at the Front
and it provided employment for you,

when hard times on your farm
meant that you needed the work.

Now that, through his hard work
and determination, things are looking

so much better for your husband,
well, you don't need the work.

Agnes Scrivener does.

The girl... is an agitator.

Are you an agitator, Mrs Middleton?

I don't understand what you mean,
when... How much time have you been

spending with Bill Gibby, Mrs
Middleton? I think you went

to the factory this morning
to agitate with Gibby

and have come here
primed to agitate some more.

Is Gibby with you now? Is he
behind you, telling you what to say?

Where is your puppet master,
Mrs Middleton?

Er, shall we take another question?

What did he say?
How much he admires you, mostly.

Why? What you've done
turning the farm around.

Good.

Is it?

Isn't it?

We've done well here, Grace.

Why does it seem
like you don't want it?

We need to look outside
of ourselves.

I deliver good, fresh, clean milk to
the whole village, at a fair price,

and I can do that
because I've worked hard.

Read 'em to me.

"Clover, Myrtle, Bracken,
Buttercup, Henrietta and Hilda."

Father said we can name our cows.
What's the name of our grandson?

What's the name of the little
baby boy the Allinghams sent away

without even asking us?

They don't care about anybody else
other than themselves.

Is that the kind of world you want?

Agnes Scrivner, she's a problem.
My factory, my village,

my constituency. It looks bad.

The left love a victim.

They crave victimhood

and, when they get it,
they milk it for all it's worth.

Thank you, Mother.

So, what do you think? Well...
Take it away from them.

Sorry?
Their poor little match-girl martyr.

What do you mean, take it away?
Give her her job back. Pay her more.

Mmm. Then, Gibby and Labour
will have nothing to bleat about.

Have I suddenly acquired
a second political advisor?

I haven't got a political bone
in my body, darling.

Oh, by the by,
and entirely away from politics,

the tremendously glamorous,
fabulously well connected

and hitherto unmarried

Harriet Kilmartin is coming to stay.

So, how is it going on the railways?

Oh, no luck yet?

No. And after next week,
no more station visits.

Why not?
Our dads have got into bed together.

Last milk run
to the station, Wednesday.

So, you better make it count.

This man here is giving me lessons
in romance.

Phoebe's the one for me, he says.

Pints? Mm-hm.

And the first lesson?

Don't go where your teacher
would like to tread.

She's a married woman.

You're to give Agnes her job back.

You told me to get rid of her. Now
I'm telling you to bring her back.

I know why you're doing this.
You're using her.

Does it matter?
It were making her ill.

She won't want to come back.

She will.

Has this been washed?
The collar's all filthy.

Oh, let me see.

They're all like it. I can't go to
the dance hall looking like that.

Well, between the shop and the home

and the dance hall, I'm afraid
things are starting to slip.

I just don't have the time.

If you want
to take on a maid, you can.

It's just a case
of finding someone suitable.

Mmm.

Norma...

Gilbert explained what happened
at the factory.

It's not my place to take sides.

So, I won't.

But it might end up being an
excellent opportunity for you.

We're looking for a maid.

I'm offering you the position.

I'm grateful...

..to you and Arnold.

Good.

Mr Hankin and I would like you
to start tomorrow.

Looks like rain.

Cows were lying down as I came past.

You believe that old wives' tale?

I could give you a lift, anyway.
No. Thank you.

No driver?

Why let someone else
have all the fun?

Thank you so much for
this invitation, Lady Allingham.

Oh, Clem, please, I insist, Harriet.

Harri. It's such a pity that Lord
Kilmartin couldn't come with you.

All is the election for my father,
at the moment, I'm afraid.

Ah, yes, well... I, er... I must
confess that I'm rather hoping

you'll be an antidote
to a similar situation here.

I'll try my very best.

Actually,
can I call you Lady Allingham?

I do so like Ladies.

Do you know what Edmund stands for?

He's my brother.

It's politics, not family.

One and the same to some.
Like my mother.

Is it so awful to be a part of us?

Oh, I trust young Hankin
passed on the good news?

I got your job back at the factory.

The Hankins have taken me on
as a maid.

You'll go back to the factory.
This suits me better.

Ow! You're hurting me!
You'll go back to the factory.

Stop. Just stop! There's a baby!

How long do you think
you can hide it from Hankin, eh?

They'll know it's yours.

Go back to the factory
and I'll sort out the rest.

Don't - and you're on your own.

It's not me who'll be judged.

I judge you.

What's happening? Helping Alf Rutter.

Same thing happened with
the outbreak on Edale farm.

Getting it over quickly
will help him with it.

Poor beggar.

Have you seen him?

Head stuck in a pint pot
in The Lamb.

This can wait.

Father won't like it.
Father's not here.

Sir Piers Rayment. Wounded at
the Battle of Marston Moor in 1644.

His mastiff stood by him for over
a day, waiting for him to be rescued.

Marston Moor was over in two hours.

What kept them? How do you
know it was? We were there.

The Kilmartin Cavaliers,
with Prince Rupert.

Oh! And two centuries
before that, Agincourt.

Oh, we were at Agincourt.

And just before that,
to our eternal shame...

Bannockburn.
Our family's always been loyal...

..and commanded loyalty.

Even from Mastiffs.

I love dogs. I really love big dogs.

She's, sort of,
like a child, isn't she?

My husband's name is,
erm, was Allingham,

and it's a line
prone to... sensitivity.

Caro and George are Allinghams.
And Edmund?

Well, I'd like to hear
your assessment.

A worthy descendant of Sir Piers.

Fancy us both being at Agincourt!

Why do they burn them?

Fire purifies.
It kills the bad left behind.

Father says the Holy Ghost is like
a fire that cleans men's souls.

Men can be good.

Not all souls need burning.

I didn't believe him.

Very handsome.

I know what you're doing, Mother.
I know you know.

Harri Kilmartin is made for you
and you are made for her.

# We were made for each other. #

Is this a song we're in?

Even Bairstow thinks
you should be married.

Oh, does he?
And if I don't want to be?

Then you must be strong
with yourself

and think about what's best
rather than what you want.

She runs with all the best people,
my darling boy.

It's not as if you wouldn't have fun.

Hello, Eddie.

Hello, Harri.

I'm angry, Bert.

Lately, this anger,

it rises up so strong, so fast, I...

I wonder how I've hid from myself
all this time.

Tell me.

Joe.

And his son.

You couldn't have done anything
different.

You didn't know.
That's... No choice.

They decided and I was
left with no part of it.

They assumed they were
entitled to do what they did

and no part of him and...

..no part of Joe.

Alongside anger, there's fear,

because I want to do something
about it all, like argue,

fight, vote, but I...

I'm scared it will hurt all of us.

You mean Father.

I don't know I can do this to him.

You have to.

You must.

Be kind, Bert. In your life.

Where've you been?

Alf Rutter's farm.

To bed, Mary.

Why?

"Forgive those who
trespass against us."

Is that all?

I don't understand.

The way he treated us!

The way his father was!

He'd have trampled us into mud
if he had chance.

And he very nearly did.
Where does it stop, Grace?

Who are we if no-one
is to be judged?

Seven year ago,

our daughter, she wanted to name
the first cow that we bought

and I laughed at her,
I laughed in her face,

because of that man, cos...
cos he'd made me hard.

And now we have 30 head of
cattle and she's named all of them.

And I'm proud that I've changed
enough for that to matter.

What are you saying?

What about me?

Where are you?

Where have you gone?

I'll swap you, a barrel of yours,
for one of mine.

Ha-ha! No, sir! Election night,
always a big night.

Phoebe.

Bert.

No rain today.

No.

Parasol? For the sun?
I'll walk.

This is the last time
I'm doing this.

What?

We're not delivering milk
to the station after today.

Oh. I see.

So, I won't see you.

I'm sorry about my mother.

Why? She's fabulous.

She's, er, a keen interferer.

Of course. She's organising
her son's future happiness.

A happiness that apparently can only
be realised through a good marriage.

She's right.

What do you mean?

I am sorry.

About the factory.

This is better.

Thank you.

And thank you for the, er...

I'm not very good at fighting.

Then, thank you even more.

Would you like to go
dancing with me again?

I'm sorry.

Don't you have your own work
to concern you, Gilbert?

Once you've finished that,
you're to go to the post office.

I have been invited to tea
by Lady Allingham.

Of course...

..Mrs Hankin.

Why are you following me?

So I'm there when you finally
decide to talk to me.

And what would you like
to talk about, Bert?

Flowers.

I want to take their pictures
and you know all the names.

You have to address the flower by its
name before taking the photograph?

Well, it's only polite.

You can drop me at the butchers.

Thank you.

Ready?

Come on, Molly.

It's your last chance
to make your vote count.

Bill Gibby, vote Labour. Labour
puts health and happiness first.

Madam, Bill Gibby, for the sake
of our children, madam.

Vote Bill Gibby. Vote Labour.

Edmund Allingham, madam.

Could we interest you in safety,
prosperity?

May we have your vote
for Edmund Allingham?

Norma Hankin has always had
ideas above her station.

I have to starch the linen twice.

Oh! As if she isn't stiff
enough already.

Oh, come on now, our Paul
wouldn't want to see this.

I loved him, you know.

I know.

I'm in trouble, Margaret.

Please don't hate me.

Mr Hankin is quite
the moderniser, Harriet.

He's, er, he's recently
opened a dance hall.

Oh! I love dancing.

But I expect you'll find it
a little more provincial

than what you're accustomed
to in London.

We're leaving.

Big day.
Mrs Hankin!

I take it we can
count on you at the ballot box?

I went first thing this morning.

Edmund, of course.

Best of luck, darling.
Not that you need it.

Oh, I hear you've taken on Agnes
Scrivener. Very generous of you.

Well, we've taken on one
of the local girls as a maid.

Whether she'll turn out
to be suitable or not...

There's so much one needs
to teach them.

Still, it's a great kindness...

..given her condition.

Well, excuse me, ladies.

Can't keep Sheffield waiting.

So are you a great exponent
of this new Charleston, Harriet?

Oh, yes!
Good!

Any of those booths over there.

And your name?
George Allingham.

There you go. Thank you.
And your name?

It doesn't matter.

How long would you have...
For ever.

Leonardo da Vinci.

What?
As well as Michelangelo.

Erm...
Left-handers.

You can kiss me if you like.

Agnes!

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

Ah! No!
Please, Norma!

The shame of it!
Absolute shame.

Stop that now.

She's pregnant!

I'm warning you, leave her alone.

She took employment
under false pretences.

Remember who you are.

Both your mother and hers were
workhouse babies - do you think that

you can speak to her like that just
because you married a shopkeeper?

Go on, get out.

OUT!

Do not come back to my house.

I voted.

I wouldn't want to pass
comment on that, Mr Eyre.

Lest I seem too sure of my opinions.

I'm sorry if I've...

You've taken against me,
I have a right to know why.

It's just always about you.

Your opinions and your rights
and hang the effect on anybody else.

What effect?

On who? On you?

And now you say nothing!
You're a coward.

And you are a hypocrite!

You preach about socialism and then
you go home to George Allingham.

You know nothing of my marriage!

I know that you've martyred
yourself to it!

Are you all right, Margaret?
Yes, yes, yes...

No.

Well, what is it?
It's our Agnes. She's gone.

Gone?

Sheffield. Henry's taking her
to the station now.

Come on.

Come on, Molly!

Agnes!

Agnes!

When I asked you and when you said
no, was that because of the baby?

Was it just the baby?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Gilbert.

Marry me, Agnes!

Yes!

Grace Middleton.

OK.

Take one of these and go to
the booth at the end, please.

Thank you.

And then the world froze.

The votes were counted
and nobody won.

The Conservatives had the most seats,

but not enough to form
a government on their own.

So we waited, while down in
Westminster they talked

and negotiated.

The whole country waited for 40 days
and 40 nights...

..which makes it sound biblical.

In a way, in terms of how much it
mattered, what turned on it, it was.

And then, 40 days later,
a clear decision.

No coalition,
one party in power.

I like to think that our village,

after the King,

was the first to know.

I wanted you to hear it first.

'Eyes like lions after slumber

'in unvanquishable number.

'Shake your chains to earth
like dew.'

Which in sleep had fallen on you.

Ye are many...

..they are few.

Woo-hooo!

You came home?
Yes.

Is it bad?
Yes, it's bad.

It's a little early for whisky.

Only if one has slept.

Well, what's done is done.

Lady Macbeth and no hint of irony.

You've come a long way
since Jane Austen.

We dropped our guard.

People have no idea
what they've done.

Socialism is a cancer.
It's stupid, wrong and dangerous

and I fought it with a narrow,
parochial campaign.

Darling, your campaign...

Was too small.
These are such important times.

I, I should have shouted it out.

Do you know what is happening
to people in Russia

in the name of socialism? Do you
have any idea what becomes

of a society, when character and
personality is crushed by duty

to the state?

Bigger next time.

Hmm?
I can hear it.

Hear what?
The fight that's still left in you.

We will come back from this.

YOU... will come back from this.

Bill, say a few words.

I've been your member of parliament
for 40 days.

Now, today, I am here to tell you

that I'm a member of your new
government!

I wanted to make my first speech
here because this village has

come to mean so much to me
during this campaign.

I'm humbled and privileged
to represent you

and I make this promise to you now -
we will not rest

until working people like you
have proper wages,

safe working lives
and a clear understanding

that you are equal in every way

to those who have always felt
themselves superior to you.

I am of you, for you and I am with
you, every single step of the way.

Abandoning me already?

There's no point now, is there?

What do you mean?

Losing wasn't part of the deal.

I wasn't aware that we'd
finalised the terms.

People are never simple, Edmund.

We all have our secrets.

Our complications.

Marriage needn't be
seen as restricting.

Ours could offer us more freedom
than we've ever had.

Are you asking me to marry you?

I'm asking you to ask me
to marry you.

I'll drive.
Where are we going?

Who knows?

Exciting, isn't it?

What the hell is wrong with you?

What's his name?
Sorry?

Give me my grandson's name!

The matter is closed.

That's my final word.

Yours is not the final
word on anything any more.

Subtitles by MemoryOnSmells
http://UKsubtitles.ru.

Support us and become VIP member
to remove all ads from www.OpenSubtitles.org