Be Still (2021) Movie Script
1
[Breathing heavily]
[Muffled voice]
-[voice] Hannah?
Are you alright?
I'm sorry dear,
but I must insist that you
pull yourself together.
We're already terribly late.
There.
Come.
[water dripping]
[sighs]
-And one more, please.
[whispering voices]
[whispering voices]
-Should I do anything?
Mrs. Maynard?
-Be still, please.
One more.
-Shall I look at him?
-If you like.
-Is that all?
-Yes.
-Well... thank you so much
for seeing us.
-I know that you don't usually-
-No, I don't.
-But you're so good
with children.
You make them look
so natural.
I remember when Maudie
and I were little,
you took our photograph
right over there.
-When will they be ready?
-Thursday.
-The funeral is Thursday.
-Wednesday afternoon then.
-Thank you again.
-Please, don't mention it.
-It's a comfort to see you,
Mrs. Maynard.
-Good day, Mrs. Maynard.
-Good day.
[Muffled voice]
-Morning, dear.
Morning... dear.
-Oh.
[clears throat]
-Won't last long in here.
It's a Dieffenbachia.
Tropical, you know?
-Have some tea.
-Mary.
-Is there anything else
you want washed?
-Mary, are you going upstairs?
-Yes, Mrs. Maynard.
-Can you put this back in
Lillie's room for me, please.
-Was it alright?
-What?
-Your appointment with Maudie.
-Mattie.
-Oh, yes. Of course, Mattie.
I'm sorry.
-It was fine.
-Poor dear.
-What's the time?
-Half past.
-I have a sitting.
-Hmm?
The chemicals up there can't be
good for your head, dear.
You ought to step out
and get some fresh air.
It's a lovely day.
I could take your appointments,
and give you a day to rest.
John could take care
of the boot shop.
Fell could give you something
to help you sleep, you know.
-I'm fine, Richard.
-Perhaps afterwards you'll join
me this afternoon for my walk.
Just a thought.
Dear?
I'll be in the shop
if you need me.
-Mr. Langley has a lovely
dressing room.
With mirrors all around so one
can see properly.
Mother would despair if she knew
I used powder.
You mustn't tell her.
There.
What do you think?
[whispering voices]
Mrs. Maynard?
Hello?
-Come sit here, please.
Right.
Perfect.
Now your hands.
Um... could you do...
uh... something here. Oh...
It's very good.
Right.
-Mr. Langley says I'm beautiful
enough to be an actress.
Do you think so?
An actress...
I'm sure I wouldn't be
any good.
-Be still, please.
Right.
-Mother said she might permit
you to make a photograph
into one of those
advertising cards.
What?
Look, I'm trying to be pleasant
with you
but you don't seem to appreciate
my efforts.
You treat me as though
I was so... ordinary.
-I treat you the same as
everyone else, Miss Harper.
-That's precisely my point.
-Be still now.
-Mama! Mama! Look!
-Not now, I'm in a sitting.
-Pardon me?
-Mrs. Maynard.
T'was open, I hope
that's alright.
-Right.
-Sorry to interrupt.
-It's quite alright, I'm
finished with Miss Harper.
-Well, I'm finished with you.
-Doctor Fell.
-Miss Harper.
-I knew I should've waited
for Mr. Langley.
She has no feeling at all.
Do you remember the gorge?
How she took photographs after
the queen's tea was ruined.
-Now Miss Harper...
[voices muffled]
-Is now a good time, Mama?
-No.
-But...
-Go pester Poppy.
He'll give you a penny
if you shine some boots.
[knocking at door]
I told you to leave me alone.
-Mrs. Maynard.
-Ah... Doctor Fell.
My apologies, I thought
you were...
-No, no. Miss Harper's gone,
none to worry.
I don't mean to keep you
from your work.
Actually, I wonder if I might
possibly impose?
That is... I don't suppose
you'd allow me to witness
the development of a photograph?
-Oh...
-I promise I won't touch
anything, Mrs. Maynard.
And I won't say a word.
-Fine. Just quickly now.
-Well...
Chemical bath I presume?
Right. Sorry.
That smell. Is that
the chemicals?
-Perhaps.
-You don't know?
-This line of work
has its consequences.
Losing one's sense of smell
is one of them.
-Magical. The science
of photography
and the study of spirit
are two sides of a coin.
Don't you think?
They both look beyond
the surface
to reveal the truth unseen.
-Truth?
I hate to inform you,
dear Doctor.
Truth and photography have a
tenuous relationship at best.
-Is revealing truth not the goal
of every photographer?
Here. For example...
A lovely young woman
in a pretty hat.
Dreaming of true love, I think.
-That's a police photograph.
This one cut off her gentleman's
head with a razor.
-I do wish you'd reconsider
extending your contract with us,
Mrs. Maynard.
At the rate this town
is growing...
-Always a pleasure, Constable.
-Ah... yes, likewise.
Thank you again.
Come on, then. Move!
-Here. Take a look at this then.
I want to seek your expert
opinion on its authenticity.
-Did you...
-Tell me... what do you see?
-I see a man sitting at a table.
-There. In the background.
-Abraham Lincoln.
-It was taken by Langley at
a seance he attended recently.
-Of course it was, yes.
-Through the wonders
of photography
I can hold in my hands
scientific proof
that our loved ones...
[voice becomes muffled]
-It's a composite.
A photographic montage
and a clumsy one at that.
-You must think me
terribly foolish.
Yes, well... I nearly forgot.
I came up here because
Richard mentioned... that is...
that you haven't been
yourself lately.
-Richard does worry.
I'm quite alright, Doctor.
-I'll write you a small
prescription, something mild.
-Thank you, no.
-Just the same.
-Your photographs, Doctor.
-Oh. Of course.
The spiritualist's group picnic.
My, time does fly.
Our members will be so pleased.
You know, we have a special
guest coming tomorrow.
It's a trance medium
from San Francisco.
If I can persuade you to join,
perhaps with your
photography equipment?
Good day, Hannah.
-[sighs]
-[exhales]
-Mommy? Help.
Come on, Mama.
-[exhales]
-Mama!
-Blast!
-Mama, how many children
are there in the world?
-Too many to count, darling.
They're ruined.
My little gems.
They're ruined.
-All ruined. Give me those.
-I'm sorry, Mama.
-What were you thinking?
-I wanted to make a picture.
You were busy.
-How many times have
I told you
to never go in my dark room
with...
I'm sorry, darling.
-It's just like he's asleep.
Oh, I'm so pleased.
Thank you, Mrs. Maynard.
-Of course.
-We used to pretend to be each
other, Maudie and me.
Do you remember?
When we'd come to look
after Lillie we'd switch names
and wear the same clothing.
Even Mother couldn't tell.
-You must miss her very much.
-Especially these days. Here.
I... wanted to bring you these.
From Mother's garden.
-White roses.
-I tried to pick ones
with special meanings.
-Your mother has
a beautiful garden.
-Will we see you tomorrow,
Mrs. Maynard?
-Must get these in water.
-Eleven o'clock at Ross Bay.
-There we go.
-I'd best leave you to it then.
-Thank your mother for me.
-Good day, Mrs. Maynard.
[exhales]
-Thank you.
-Come on, Mama.
-What's this?
-It's alright, we're
just making a picture.
Okay, Mama. Be still!
Mama!
-Mama, Mama! Let me watch!
-Leave me be!
-Ah... little Maisie Thompson.
Still a brat, this one.
Stop it.
[laughing]
Don't touch that.
And the whole Daniels clan.
Poor mother, seven children
and another one on the way.
[knocking]
-Dear?
-Why must you torment me?
-Torment you?
Can't you see we're helping you?
-Mama look.
-Hannah?
If you don't open this door
straight away
I'm going to fetch the doctor.
-Look Mama, you were all there.
-[sighs]
-Are you set?
-Yes. Maybe Lillie should help.
-Yes. Lillie, do you want
to bring them a saucer?
-Yes, Mama.
-Thank you.
Now, rest your right arm
on the bottom.
Right. Very good.
I should be doing something,
don't you think?
I suppose you could offer
the cream.
Oh...
Right.
Now... be still.
[gasps]
[laughing]
[laughing]
-Esther Schrude. Nine.
Tuberculosis last winter.
Fiona Watson. Four.
Smallpox.
Her brother too.
-Roberts. Here he is.
We play marbles together.
-Still?
-Look who I found, Mama.
Mattie, Maudie.
Maudie, Mattie.
-Morning, Richard.
-Morning.
Tea?
-Hannah... tea?
-Hmm? Yes.
-Drink up.
We need to leave shortly.
-Leave?
-For Ross Bay.
For Mattie.
Surely you are going to join.
-What's the time?
-Uh... half past.
We really do need to leave soon.
You best get dressed.
-I have a sitting.
-The Emersons cancelled, dear.
I must insist that
you get dressed.
-Why?
-Because your dress is wrinkled
and smells of chemicals and...
-No!
Why did the Emersons cancel?
-Mrs. Emerson came by the shop-
I thought I told you.
-What's this?
-For Mattie.
-Give it to her yourself.
-I have a sitting.
I thought I would put
a picture up.
That portrait of...
Above the mantle.
Well?
Well, what do you think?
-Uh... fine, dear.
Just fine.
-You don't want me to.
-Do as you please.
-Don't you have an opinion?
-I leave the decorating
to your discretion, dear.
-Richard.
Richard!
Say something!
-Don't shout, dear.
[crying softly]
[crying softly]
[sobbing]
[sobbing]
I'm sorry, dear. I'm sorry.
[sobbing] I miss her.
I miss her so.
Oh, I miss... I miss you, dear.
I miss you.
[bell tolling]
-From Hannah.
-Excuse me.
-Thank you.
-She sends her love.
-Could you ask, if it's not
too much trouble,
I was hoping to get more prints
made for family.
-Of course.
-Dear, Mattie.
I'm truly sorry for your loss.
-Thank you, Doctor.
-Well, you left rather abruptly
last night, Maynard.
-I cannot leave Hannah
for too long.
-Do you think now might be
a good time?
-If you're able, yes. Yes.
-Set the tea.
Now pull it taught.
Uh, no.
I'll use the other pot.
Keep holding it there.
The yarn is what
ties it together.
-What are you waiting for?
-Something is missing.
[clears throat]
There. How's that?
Good?
She should be in the photo.
Of course she should.
Now.
Ready?
Now.
Now, do you want to do
the honours, Lillie?
Ready?
Hold it.
Wait.
Hold it there. Not yet.
Right.
Now!
-Be still.
-Just needed the right light.
And some water.
-Best to immortalize it now
while it's looking sharp.
-[Laughing]
Be still.
I feel quite refreshed today.
-Ah...
-Oh. Yes, thank you.
Mmm.
[Clears throat]
Oh...
-Let me make a fresh pot.
-Oh no, it's fine, dear.
It just needs cream.
-Mrs. Maynard?
Mrs. Maynard?
Mrs. Maynard.
-[clears throat]
-It's me.
-Did Richard let you in?
Richard!
Well then...
you're here for...
-The prints.
-Yes, your prints.
I have them here somewhere.
-I can get them for you.
-They're in an envelope.
In my...
-This one?
-Yes.
There you are holding him.
-That's Mattie.
-Maudie?
-Don't worry, people confuse us
all the time.
-Why are you here
for the photographs?
-To see him.
So I'll know him when he comes.
-Isn't he with you?
-Not yet.
-Where is he?
Is it far?
-Of course not.
-Maudie.
Is Lillie with you?
-We came together.
-Where is she now?
-She's somewhere.
Little monkey.
Good day, Mrs. Maynard.
-Wait... am I there?
[clears throat]
Oh...
-You're up!
How do you feel, dear?
-I saw the Emersons below.
Seems they've had a change
of heart.
-Hannah.
-The reflectors are all wrong.
And the rug.
I would never use this one.
Their portrait last year was
in front of the same backdrop.
Are you set on ruining
my reputation?
-Why can't you see that
I am in fact saving it?
You needed rest.
-Oh, I've had plenty.
Thank you.
You and Doctor Fell are anything
but discreet.
Well then.
-Hannah! Hannah!
-Ah! Stick to your landscapes,
Richard!
Hello?
Hello?
[clock ticking]
Hello?
Where are you?
[humming]
-Dear?
How are you feeling today?
-[clears throat]
Abandoned.
-I've received an invitation.
It's an expedition to Alaska.
They want photographs
of the glaciers.
Dear, might you consider
joining me?
-I have no interest.
-Don't you remember
the fun we had, hmm?
Following the railway
all the way to Canmore?
Exploring the Charlottes
on that old boat.
-Yes.
-Look, I understand that you're
upset with me
but you're my wife
and I need your company.
-[scoffs]
Oh, Maynard.
You're a grown man.
You can make your commissions
without me.
I repeat, I have no interest.
-Your portraits are commissions
too, dear.
One is not necessarily better
than the other.
-Perhaps.
Perhaps I have no interest
in those anymore either.
-How can you say that?
You're Hannah Maynard.
You pride yourself on
documenting every person
who passes through this town.
-I'm no longer interested
in documentation.
-But it's your purpose, Hannah,
your skill.
-It brings me no joy.
-It's our income.
If you refuse to leave the house
there's scarce else you can do
for work.
We purchased this building
for you,
you know, it doesn't pay
for itself.
Hannah?
Hannah!
Hannah! Well?
Do you understand me?
-I understand perfectly.
[glass breaking]
[knocking at door]
[knocking at door]
[door opens]
-I'll come back.
-Oh no, no, no.
Um, it's time I got up anyway.
Do you know the time?
-Nearly noon.
-Is it?
[clears throat]
Sorry.
-Mary?
-Yes?
-Have you ever posed
for a photograph before?
-Yes, I have posed for
a photograph before.
-Alright.
Come and stand here.
-Why would you want your washing
in the picture?
-You don't have anything more
decorative with you, do you?
Something woven or...
-The museum took them.
I wouldn't wear those things
to work anyhow.
-You can bring them
from home someday.
-Like I said, the museum
took them.
I couldn't anyway... the ban.
-Right.
Oh... just wrap this around.
Right.
That'll do.
Try not to move please, Mary.
Mary.
Good.
Just one more, please.
Let's try you sitting.
-Oh...
-The floor will do.
-The floor?
-Could we try taking
off your boots please, Mary.
-Don't you wanna show off
your husband's fine work?
-Not today.
Here.
Good.
Now look a little to your left
for the light.
Good.
Alright. We're finished.
Thank you, Mary.
We'll see you soon.
-Langley gives me a dollar.
-Oh.
Of course.
-A dollar per picture.
-Right.
My husband and I went
to the Queen Charlottes
two years back...
to take photographs
of the totem poles.
Have you been?
-I'm not from there.
-Yes, well... if you get
the chance...
they're truly marvelous.
It's a little extra
for the little ones.
-Alright.
Do you want me to wash
that dress?
-No. No, no, Mary.
-Alright then.
Have a good day.
-Yes.
-Mr. Maynard.
How are you today?
-Look at this.
-Is this from your travels?
-It was.
-Remarkable portrait.
-You don't recognize her?
-I've never been to Queen
Charlottes, dear Maynard.
-Neither has she, I reckon.
Hannah's gone and tampered
with my photograph.
-Tampered?
Ah... you mean
a photographic montage.
Yes, Hannah's told me
about those.
Looks quite authentic.
-She's our laundress, Mary.
Surely you've seen her.
She peddles on Johnson street.
-Now that you say it,
she does look familiar.
-It's deceptive alright.
Hannah knows it will sell
very well.
[muffled conversation]
-Well.
-Well what?
-Have you seen results?
-Your recommendation has got me
in more trouble
than it was worth, Fell.
I see a wife who never
comes to bed,
who stares off vacantly
and who snaps.
Who hasn't left the house
in oh, several weeks now
and who's all but ruined our
window with a childish collage.
And now she's threatening
to quit her practice.
-Perhaps a higher dosage.
-Absolutely not.
-Lillie darling,
where's your shoe?
-Poppy has it in the shop.
One of the buttons came off.
-Oh... wear your brown ones.
-No!
-Lillie...
Queen Victoria will hear you
missed her birthday picnic
and she'll be very angry.
-The black shoes are
for special days.
-I know, Lillie.
Oh, but we just haven't
the time today.
Lillie... Maudie is waiting
for you.
Go get your boots on and go.
-I want to go with Poppy.
-Yes, dear, I know.
I'm going with Poppy
to take photographs
of Miss Harper's picnic early.
Go meet Mattie.
-Mommy!
-Lillie.
It's my hat box I'm looking for.
Where did I...
Oh, there it is.
It's this one. I'm sure
I put it in here.
Ah... Lillie.
Oh... Gentle.
Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Look at the feathers.
-Pretty.
-Good morning.
-What's the...
-Half past.
-I have a sitting.
-Have some tea.
I haven't seen you wear that hat
in ages.
Are you going to meet somebody?
-I'm not.
-It's good to get outdoors.
See people and fill the time.
-Until what?
-What?
-Fill the time.
Until what?
-Oh, Hannah...
please don't be morbid.
And have some tea.
Perhaps you'll join me
this afternoon for my walk.
Hannah, dear.
Come back to me.
-Oh. Here.
Here, darling.
-Dear?
-What is it?
-What?
-Shh.
-Sorry?
-What?
-Hannah?
-Shh! What?
-Hannah!
-She wants her boot.
-Sorry?
-Sh... she wants her boot.
Her black ones for special days.
-Hannah...
-Get it! Go on, get it!
Oh, Richard.
-It's alright.
-I'm coming apart, Richard.
-Nonsense. Nonsense.
-No... I can't collect myself!
[gasping]
-There, there dear.
There, there.
Let's... let's go get your coat
and we'll go see the doctor,
hmm?
-Please!
I want to stay with her.
[crying softly]
-Alright. Alright.
-[crying]
-Let's... let's stay with her.
[Muffled voice]
-We need to take
the statue photograph next.
- No.
-Mama, I need help.
-Right.
There.
Ready?
My dear.
-Does it feel funny?
-Yeah.
-What tiny fingers.
[breathing shakily]
-I'm alright, Mama.
-I know, darling.
Ready for the photograph?
-Yes.
-Yes.
-Here. There.
And then we'll put you here,
right in the middle.
Perfect. Stand there.
Wait. Put the tin away.
Ready?
Where are you?
Lillie?
Lillie!
[Breathing heavily]
[Muffled voice]
-[voice] Hannah?
Are you alright?
I'm sorry dear,
but I must insist that you
pull yourself together.
We're already terribly late.
There.
Come.
[water dripping]
[sighs]
-And one more, please.
[whispering voices]
[whispering voices]
-Should I do anything?
Mrs. Maynard?
-Be still, please.
One more.
-Shall I look at him?
-If you like.
-Is that all?
-Yes.
-Well... thank you so much
for seeing us.
-I know that you don't usually-
-No, I don't.
-But you're so good
with children.
You make them look
so natural.
I remember when Maudie
and I were little,
you took our photograph
right over there.
-When will they be ready?
-Thursday.
-The funeral is Thursday.
-Wednesday afternoon then.
-Thank you again.
-Please, don't mention it.
-It's a comfort to see you,
Mrs. Maynard.
-Good day, Mrs. Maynard.
-Good day.
[Muffled voice]
-Morning, dear.
Morning... dear.
-Oh.
[clears throat]
-Won't last long in here.
It's a Dieffenbachia.
Tropical, you know?
-Have some tea.
-Mary.
-Is there anything else
you want washed?
-Mary, are you going upstairs?
-Yes, Mrs. Maynard.
-Can you put this back in
Lillie's room for me, please.
-Was it alright?
-What?
-Your appointment with Maudie.
-Mattie.
-Oh, yes. Of course, Mattie.
I'm sorry.
-It was fine.
-Poor dear.
-What's the time?
-Half past.
-I have a sitting.
-Hmm?
The chemicals up there can't be
good for your head, dear.
You ought to step out
and get some fresh air.
It's a lovely day.
I could take your appointments,
and give you a day to rest.
John could take care
of the boot shop.
Fell could give you something
to help you sleep, you know.
-I'm fine, Richard.
-Perhaps afterwards you'll join
me this afternoon for my walk.
Just a thought.
Dear?
I'll be in the shop
if you need me.
-Mr. Langley has a lovely
dressing room.
With mirrors all around so one
can see properly.
Mother would despair if she knew
I used powder.
You mustn't tell her.
There.
What do you think?
[whispering voices]
Mrs. Maynard?
Hello?
-Come sit here, please.
Right.
Perfect.
Now your hands.
Um... could you do...
uh... something here. Oh...
It's very good.
Right.
-Mr. Langley says I'm beautiful
enough to be an actress.
Do you think so?
An actress...
I'm sure I wouldn't be
any good.
-Be still, please.
Right.
-Mother said she might permit
you to make a photograph
into one of those
advertising cards.
What?
Look, I'm trying to be pleasant
with you
but you don't seem to appreciate
my efforts.
You treat me as though
I was so... ordinary.
-I treat you the same as
everyone else, Miss Harper.
-That's precisely my point.
-Be still now.
-Mama! Mama! Look!
-Not now, I'm in a sitting.
-Pardon me?
-Mrs. Maynard.
T'was open, I hope
that's alright.
-Right.
-Sorry to interrupt.
-It's quite alright, I'm
finished with Miss Harper.
-Well, I'm finished with you.
-Doctor Fell.
-Miss Harper.
-I knew I should've waited
for Mr. Langley.
She has no feeling at all.
Do you remember the gorge?
How she took photographs after
the queen's tea was ruined.
-Now Miss Harper...
[voices muffled]
-Is now a good time, Mama?
-No.
-But...
-Go pester Poppy.
He'll give you a penny
if you shine some boots.
[knocking at door]
I told you to leave me alone.
-Mrs. Maynard.
-Ah... Doctor Fell.
My apologies, I thought
you were...
-No, no. Miss Harper's gone,
none to worry.
I don't mean to keep you
from your work.
Actually, I wonder if I might
possibly impose?
That is... I don't suppose
you'd allow me to witness
the development of a photograph?
-Oh...
-I promise I won't touch
anything, Mrs. Maynard.
And I won't say a word.
-Fine. Just quickly now.
-Well...
Chemical bath I presume?
Right. Sorry.
That smell. Is that
the chemicals?
-Perhaps.
-You don't know?
-This line of work
has its consequences.
Losing one's sense of smell
is one of them.
-Magical. The science
of photography
and the study of spirit
are two sides of a coin.
Don't you think?
They both look beyond
the surface
to reveal the truth unseen.
-Truth?
I hate to inform you,
dear Doctor.
Truth and photography have a
tenuous relationship at best.
-Is revealing truth not the goal
of every photographer?
Here. For example...
A lovely young woman
in a pretty hat.
Dreaming of true love, I think.
-That's a police photograph.
This one cut off her gentleman's
head with a razor.
-I do wish you'd reconsider
extending your contract with us,
Mrs. Maynard.
At the rate this town
is growing...
-Always a pleasure, Constable.
-Ah... yes, likewise.
Thank you again.
Come on, then. Move!
-Here. Take a look at this then.
I want to seek your expert
opinion on its authenticity.
-Did you...
-Tell me... what do you see?
-I see a man sitting at a table.
-There. In the background.
-Abraham Lincoln.
-It was taken by Langley at
a seance he attended recently.
-Of course it was, yes.
-Through the wonders
of photography
I can hold in my hands
scientific proof
that our loved ones...
[voice becomes muffled]
-It's a composite.
A photographic montage
and a clumsy one at that.
-You must think me
terribly foolish.
Yes, well... I nearly forgot.
I came up here because
Richard mentioned... that is...
that you haven't been
yourself lately.
-Richard does worry.
I'm quite alright, Doctor.
-I'll write you a small
prescription, something mild.
-Thank you, no.
-Just the same.
-Your photographs, Doctor.
-Oh. Of course.
The spiritualist's group picnic.
My, time does fly.
Our members will be so pleased.
You know, we have a special
guest coming tomorrow.
It's a trance medium
from San Francisco.
If I can persuade you to join,
perhaps with your
photography equipment?
Good day, Hannah.
-[sighs]
-[exhales]
-Mommy? Help.
Come on, Mama.
-[exhales]
-Mama!
-Blast!
-Mama, how many children
are there in the world?
-Too many to count, darling.
They're ruined.
My little gems.
They're ruined.
-All ruined. Give me those.
-I'm sorry, Mama.
-What were you thinking?
-I wanted to make a picture.
You were busy.
-How many times have
I told you
to never go in my dark room
with...
I'm sorry, darling.
-It's just like he's asleep.
Oh, I'm so pleased.
Thank you, Mrs. Maynard.
-Of course.
-We used to pretend to be each
other, Maudie and me.
Do you remember?
When we'd come to look
after Lillie we'd switch names
and wear the same clothing.
Even Mother couldn't tell.
-You must miss her very much.
-Especially these days. Here.
I... wanted to bring you these.
From Mother's garden.
-White roses.
-I tried to pick ones
with special meanings.
-Your mother has
a beautiful garden.
-Will we see you tomorrow,
Mrs. Maynard?
-Must get these in water.
-Eleven o'clock at Ross Bay.
-There we go.
-I'd best leave you to it then.
-Thank your mother for me.
-Good day, Mrs. Maynard.
[exhales]
-Thank you.
-Come on, Mama.
-What's this?
-It's alright, we're
just making a picture.
Okay, Mama. Be still!
Mama!
-Mama, Mama! Let me watch!
-Leave me be!
-Ah... little Maisie Thompson.
Still a brat, this one.
Stop it.
[laughing]
Don't touch that.
And the whole Daniels clan.
Poor mother, seven children
and another one on the way.
[knocking]
-Dear?
-Why must you torment me?
-Torment you?
Can't you see we're helping you?
-Mama look.
-Hannah?
If you don't open this door
straight away
I'm going to fetch the doctor.
-Look Mama, you were all there.
-[sighs]
-Are you set?
-Yes. Maybe Lillie should help.
-Yes. Lillie, do you want
to bring them a saucer?
-Yes, Mama.
-Thank you.
Now, rest your right arm
on the bottom.
Right. Very good.
I should be doing something,
don't you think?
I suppose you could offer
the cream.
Oh...
Right.
Now... be still.
[gasps]
[laughing]
[laughing]
-Esther Schrude. Nine.
Tuberculosis last winter.
Fiona Watson. Four.
Smallpox.
Her brother too.
-Roberts. Here he is.
We play marbles together.
-Still?
-Look who I found, Mama.
Mattie, Maudie.
Maudie, Mattie.
-Morning, Richard.
-Morning.
Tea?
-Hannah... tea?
-Hmm? Yes.
-Drink up.
We need to leave shortly.
-Leave?
-For Ross Bay.
For Mattie.
Surely you are going to join.
-What's the time?
-Uh... half past.
We really do need to leave soon.
You best get dressed.
-I have a sitting.
-The Emersons cancelled, dear.
I must insist that
you get dressed.
-Why?
-Because your dress is wrinkled
and smells of chemicals and...
-No!
Why did the Emersons cancel?
-Mrs. Emerson came by the shop-
I thought I told you.
-What's this?
-For Mattie.
-Give it to her yourself.
-I have a sitting.
I thought I would put
a picture up.
That portrait of...
Above the mantle.
Well?
Well, what do you think?
-Uh... fine, dear.
Just fine.
-You don't want me to.
-Do as you please.
-Don't you have an opinion?
-I leave the decorating
to your discretion, dear.
-Richard.
Richard!
Say something!
-Don't shout, dear.
[crying softly]
[crying softly]
[sobbing]
[sobbing]
I'm sorry, dear. I'm sorry.
[sobbing] I miss her.
I miss her so.
Oh, I miss... I miss you, dear.
I miss you.
[bell tolling]
-From Hannah.
-Excuse me.
-Thank you.
-She sends her love.
-Could you ask, if it's not
too much trouble,
I was hoping to get more prints
made for family.
-Of course.
-Dear, Mattie.
I'm truly sorry for your loss.
-Thank you, Doctor.
-Well, you left rather abruptly
last night, Maynard.
-I cannot leave Hannah
for too long.
-Do you think now might be
a good time?
-If you're able, yes. Yes.
-Set the tea.
Now pull it taught.
Uh, no.
I'll use the other pot.
Keep holding it there.
The yarn is what
ties it together.
-What are you waiting for?
-Something is missing.
[clears throat]
There. How's that?
Good?
She should be in the photo.
Of course she should.
Now.
Ready?
Now.
Now, do you want to do
the honours, Lillie?
Ready?
Hold it.
Wait.
Hold it there. Not yet.
Right.
Now!
-Be still.
-Just needed the right light.
And some water.
-Best to immortalize it now
while it's looking sharp.
-[Laughing]
Be still.
I feel quite refreshed today.
-Ah...
-Oh. Yes, thank you.
Mmm.
[Clears throat]
Oh...
-Let me make a fresh pot.
-Oh no, it's fine, dear.
It just needs cream.
-Mrs. Maynard?
Mrs. Maynard?
Mrs. Maynard.
-[clears throat]
-It's me.
-Did Richard let you in?
Richard!
Well then...
you're here for...
-The prints.
-Yes, your prints.
I have them here somewhere.
-I can get them for you.
-They're in an envelope.
In my...
-This one?
-Yes.
There you are holding him.
-That's Mattie.
-Maudie?
-Don't worry, people confuse us
all the time.
-Why are you here
for the photographs?
-To see him.
So I'll know him when he comes.
-Isn't he with you?
-Not yet.
-Where is he?
Is it far?
-Of course not.
-Maudie.
Is Lillie with you?
-We came together.
-Where is she now?
-She's somewhere.
Little monkey.
Good day, Mrs. Maynard.
-Wait... am I there?
[clears throat]
Oh...
-You're up!
How do you feel, dear?
-I saw the Emersons below.
Seems they've had a change
of heart.
-Hannah.
-The reflectors are all wrong.
And the rug.
I would never use this one.
Their portrait last year was
in front of the same backdrop.
Are you set on ruining
my reputation?
-Why can't you see that
I am in fact saving it?
You needed rest.
-Oh, I've had plenty.
Thank you.
You and Doctor Fell are anything
but discreet.
Well then.
-Hannah! Hannah!
-Ah! Stick to your landscapes,
Richard!
Hello?
Hello?
[clock ticking]
Hello?
Where are you?
[humming]
-Dear?
How are you feeling today?
-[clears throat]
Abandoned.
-I've received an invitation.
It's an expedition to Alaska.
They want photographs
of the glaciers.
Dear, might you consider
joining me?
-I have no interest.
-Don't you remember
the fun we had, hmm?
Following the railway
all the way to Canmore?
Exploring the Charlottes
on that old boat.
-Yes.
-Look, I understand that you're
upset with me
but you're my wife
and I need your company.
-[scoffs]
Oh, Maynard.
You're a grown man.
You can make your commissions
without me.
I repeat, I have no interest.
-Your portraits are commissions
too, dear.
One is not necessarily better
than the other.
-Perhaps.
Perhaps I have no interest
in those anymore either.
-How can you say that?
You're Hannah Maynard.
You pride yourself on
documenting every person
who passes through this town.
-I'm no longer interested
in documentation.
-But it's your purpose, Hannah,
your skill.
-It brings me no joy.
-It's our income.
If you refuse to leave the house
there's scarce else you can do
for work.
We purchased this building
for you,
you know, it doesn't pay
for itself.
Hannah?
Hannah!
Hannah! Well?
Do you understand me?
-I understand perfectly.
[glass breaking]
[knocking at door]
[knocking at door]
[door opens]
-I'll come back.
-Oh no, no, no.
Um, it's time I got up anyway.
Do you know the time?
-Nearly noon.
-Is it?
[clears throat]
Sorry.
-Mary?
-Yes?
-Have you ever posed
for a photograph before?
-Yes, I have posed for
a photograph before.
-Alright.
Come and stand here.
-Why would you want your washing
in the picture?
-You don't have anything more
decorative with you, do you?
Something woven or...
-The museum took them.
I wouldn't wear those things
to work anyhow.
-You can bring them
from home someday.
-Like I said, the museum
took them.
I couldn't anyway... the ban.
-Right.
Oh... just wrap this around.
Right.
That'll do.
Try not to move please, Mary.
Mary.
Good.
Just one more, please.
Let's try you sitting.
-Oh...
-The floor will do.
-The floor?
-Could we try taking
off your boots please, Mary.
-Don't you wanna show off
your husband's fine work?
-Not today.
Here.
Good.
Now look a little to your left
for the light.
Good.
Alright. We're finished.
Thank you, Mary.
We'll see you soon.
-Langley gives me a dollar.
-Oh.
Of course.
-A dollar per picture.
-Right.
My husband and I went
to the Queen Charlottes
two years back...
to take photographs
of the totem poles.
Have you been?
-I'm not from there.
-Yes, well... if you get
the chance...
they're truly marvelous.
It's a little extra
for the little ones.
-Alright.
Do you want me to wash
that dress?
-No. No, no, Mary.
-Alright then.
Have a good day.
-Yes.
-Mr. Maynard.
How are you today?
-Look at this.
-Is this from your travels?
-It was.
-Remarkable portrait.
-You don't recognize her?
-I've never been to Queen
Charlottes, dear Maynard.
-Neither has she, I reckon.
Hannah's gone and tampered
with my photograph.
-Tampered?
Ah... you mean
a photographic montage.
Yes, Hannah's told me
about those.
Looks quite authentic.
-She's our laundress, Mary.
Surely you've seen her.
She peddles on Johnson street.
-Now that you say it,
she does look familiar.
-It's deceptive alright.
Hannah knows it will sell
very well.
[muffled conversation]
-Well.
-Well what?
-Have you seen results?
-Your recommendation has got me
in more trouble
than it was worth, Fell.
I see a wife who never
comes to bed,
who stares off vacantly
and who snaps.
Who hasn't left the house
in oh, several weeks now
and who's all but ruined our
window with a childish collage.
And now she's threatening
to quit her practice.
-Perhaps a higher dosage.
-Absolutely not.
-Lillie darling,
where's your shoe?
-Poppy has it in the shop.
One of the buttons came off.
-Oh... wear your brown ones.
-No!
-Lillie...
Queen Victoria will hear you
missed her birthday picnic
and she'll be very angry.
-The black shoes are
for special days.
-I know, Lillie.
Oh, but we just haven't
the time today.
Lillie... Maudie is waiting
for you.
Go get your boots on and go.
-I want to go with Poppy.
-Yes, dear, I know.
I'm going with Poppy
to take photographs
of Miss Harper's picnic early.
Go meet Mattie.
-Mommy!
-Lillie.
It's my hat box I'm looking for.
Where did I...
Oh, there it is.
It's this one. I'm sure
I put it in here.
Ah... Lillie.
Oh... Gentle.
Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Look at the feathers.
-Pretty.
-Good morning.
-What's the...
-Half past.
-I have a sitting.
-Have some tea.
I haven't seen you wear that hat
in ages.
Are you going to meet somebody?
-I'm not.
-It's good to get outdoors.
See people and fill the time.
-Until what?
-What?
-Fill the time.
Until what?
-Oh, Hannah...
please don't be morbid.
And have some tea.
Perhaps you'll join me
this afternoon for my walk.
Hannah, dear.
Come back to me.
-Oh. Here.
Here, darling.
-Dear?
-What is it?
-What?
-Shh.
-Sorry?
-What?
-Hannah?
-Shh! What?
-Hannah!
-She wants her boot.
-Sorry?
-Sh... she wants her boot.
Her black ones for special days.
-Hannah...
-Get it! Go on, get it!
Oh, Richard.
-It's alright.
-I'm coming apart, Richard.
-Nonsense. Nonsense.
-No... I can't collect myself!
[gasping]
-There, there dear.
There, there.
Let's... let's go get your coat
and we'll go see the doctor,
hmm?
-Please!
I want to stay with her.
[crying softly]
-Alright. Alright.
-[crying]
-Let's... let's stay with her.
[Muffled voice]
-We need to take
the statue photograph next.
- No.
-Mama, I need help.
-Right.
There.
Ready?
My dear.
-Does it feel funny?
-Yeah.
-What tiny fingers.
[breathing shakily]
-I'm alright, Mama.
-I know, darling.
Ready for the photograph?
-Yes.
-Yes.
-Here. There.
And then we'll put you here,
right in the middle.
Perfect. Stand there.
Wait. Put the tin away.
Ready?
Where are you?
Lillie?
Lillie!