Lark Rise to Candleford (2008) s02e04 Episode Script
Episode Four
LAURA: 'It had taken many months 'for Miss Ellison to secure an invitation to the rectory 'for a humble postman, however devout.
'Miss Margaret had been praying 'that her father would make Thomas Brown feel welcome.
'But families have a habit of never quite behaving as to plan.
' - Are you ready? - Yes.
Yes.
KNOCKS ON DOOR Father, Mr Brown is here.
He's a little hard of hearing.
KNOCKS ON DOOR Father? SCREAMS SOBS CHILDREN LAUGH Lizzie, love, it's a funeral.
Shouldn't you walk with her, Thomas? That would not be appropriate.
I'm not a relative.
No, but you're her LAURA: She just seems so alone.
Those who have faith are never alone, Laura.
No.
Of course not.
What's she going to do, Ma? She's going to have to leave the rectory.
EMMA: Well, she might stay on as housekeeper if the new vicar ain't married.
But he will be, surely.
I mean, most men are married.
Oh, careful, Thomas.
Thank you, ma'am.
I just lost my CHILD SCREAMS Disgraceful.
The Turrills want to take them Arless urchins in hand.
I don't know.
That didn't sound like larking around to me.
You go on.
- My arm! - Sally.
Her arm's all funny.
SALLY CRIES Can you feel your fingers? Can you move your fingers? Do you think it's broken? MAN: It could be a dislocation.
Sally, isn't it? SALLY SOBS Do you mind if I have a look? Ow! - Uh, excuse me, sir.
- Yes, it's dislocated.
- Sir? - Ow! You'll be fine.
Keep your arm like that.
You'll need to put something cold on it.
Say, love, I'm going to carry you home, all right? Lift you up I've got her.
You go ahead.
Thank you, sir.
MARGARET: Will you be coming back to the rectory? EMMA: Back to the rectory? I have laid on a few light refreshments.
Emma, you have been such a kind friend to me.
I hope you'll both come.
Thank you.
I take it Thomas Brown will be there also.
Oh, yes.
Mr Brown has been a tower of strength.
Miss Margaret? Miss Margaret.
MARGARET SOBS That was him, Ma.
The man on the road.
Master George.
It is most kind of you to make room for me in your carriage, Councillor.
And since I am enjoying your comfort, there is a council matter I would like to raise.
Oh, dear.
Our last exchange on a council matter left me rather out of pocket.
My only hope is that Thomas Brown will have a lavish enough wedding reception that I can recoup a little of the loss.
Mr Dowland, I can't begin to tell you how presumptuous that is.
As far as I'm aware, there has been no proposal.
And anyway, who's to say she would accept? - Let alone that - Of course she will accept.
Really? Not every woman I simply meant that Thomas is a good man and they seem exceptionally well suited.
That is true.
Thank you.
Actually, this is what I wanted to talk to you about.
The road between Lark Rise and Fordlow is in a terrible state.
Look what just happened to Sally Arless.
It isn't council land.
The maintenance of the path is a matter for the landlord.
But as the landlord is absentee Exactly.
Our hands are tied.
Oh, for goodness' sake! I will bring the subject up at the next meeting.
We can draft him a letter.
And how long will that take? How many children could be hurt between now and then? - Could you stop here, please? - Steady.
Whoa.
What are you doing? I am going to Lark Rise to visit Sally Arless.
I brought you some ginger cordial.
Thank you.
Are many people still here? A few.
They'reall concerned for you.
If you're ready, I could accompany you.
What can they think of me after such an outburst? They think, as I do, that you have borne your loss with great dignity and fortitude.
And no-one can be surprised that there are moments when you'reovercome.
There is, of course, a little curiosity in certain quarters as to the identity of the gentleman.
I expect there is.
Been some talk, some speculation, that he is your My brother.
As you may have gathered, we are estranged.
WellI'm sure you have good reasons.
I am so afraid you will think less of me.
I would never do that, Margaret.
Oh, Thomas, George Ellison is a sinner and a reprobate and he broke my father's heart.
He is a man who I can hardly even say it.
a man who denies the very existence of God.
Oh, my! I never met anyone who don't believe in God before.
Not that I know of, anyhow.
God or no God, I'd shake his hand for what he did for our Sally.
ROBERT: You're right there, Alfie.
We ought to do something about that road.
A footpath or a walkway or something, just to make it safe for the little 'uns.
And the old 'uns.
I don't much like walking it myself.
What do you think, Twister? I reckon I'll be next.
That old parson was younger than I am.
Don't start that, you old goat.
Parson didn't have Queenie's fine mead to keep his strength up.
He didn't have to go out digging stones out of Old Monday's fields in all weathers, neither.
With rheumatics.
Weren't much sign of rheumatics when Old Monday was looking for someone to dig a new lap trench.
I ain't never seen a man move so fastthe other way.
What does he do with all them stones you dig out of his field? I reckon he goes out there at night and puts them back.
There's one big bugger I'm sure I've dug up ten times over.
Why do you want to know? He's thinking, "Wouldn't they be just the thing for the footpath?" That's my Laura.
How the Reverend could ever cast aside a child of his, I'll never know.
Reckon his Bible must have had a page missing - the one with the prodigal son.
Perhaps he turned over two at once.
Oh, Master Georgie Sorry to intrude.
Miss Lane told me I might find young Sally here.
Yes, sir, and right as rain she is too, after what you've done for her.
Robert Timmins.
We meant no disrespect for the dead, sir.
None of us did.
No, sir.
Nor did I.
It's a fine piece of Forest of Dean granite.
Your sister chose well.
Must be good to have such skill in your hands.
There's quite a skill in yours, the way you fixed up Sally.
Half-baked, Robert.
Half-finished.
No real use to anyone.
Never really thought it would come to this.
I mean, I always expected I would see him again.
I had a few run-ins with your father on matters of principle.
He was a formidable opponent.
He was a bully, Robert.
I know that.
And yet, he was still my I should be paying you for this work.
I have no money.
I should, uh You owe me nothing.
I've been paid in full.
No, it should not only be my sister who Please.
Look, I have no money, but I have a strong back and I'm not afraid of work.
You need a path from here to Fordlow.
Let me lay it.
There is no need.
The men of Lark Rise can lay a path.
I need to do something.
Please.
He was MY father, too.
No, Robert.
Emma, he has offered to work on the road.
All he needs is space for a few nights to lay his head.
We can do that.
No, we can't.
Master George You are a welcome visitor here and your offer is most generous.
But I'm afraid we cannot have you stay in this house.
For God's sake, Emma, the man is grieving.
Miss Margaret is my friend.
And the way things are between you, if she were to come tomorrow and find you here it would hurt her dreadfully.
And I cannot do that to her.
No, I wouldn't want you to.
ROBERT: The Arless cottage is empty.
And have Cabbage Patterson cart him off for squatting? Laura, are you ready to leave? Yes, ma'am.
George, it's getting terribly late.
Do you have somewhere to stay? Father, what would you want me to do? You've read Mr Darwin? I have his letters on geology in my bag.
I haven't read those.
He wrote them to his great friend and mentor - a theologian, believe it or not.
I do believe it.
I don't think his ideas have to be incompatible with faith, as I have tried to tell my chief postman many times.
But I see you are also a student of Herbert Spencer.
Psychology does intrigue me, yes.
With all of Candleford to study, no doubt.
Not at all.
And I read a great many things.
Indeed.
There's a rather well-thumbed copy of Don Juan here.
Bookmarked.
Laura.
She thinks I don't know that she reads it.
I've told her she's too young, but I suspect the illicit nature of it is part of the appeal.
It certainly was for me when I was young.
And I'm sure my father was just as aware as I am.
My father wouldn't have had such a book within a mile of the rectory.
No, and possibly not much house room for Mr Darwin, either.
The thing is, I don't think it was the atheism that angered my father so much.
He probably could have lived with that if I'd kept quiet about it.
The refusal to go to church, though I suppose I humiliated him.
So he found it necessary to do the same to me.
How? I was more than halfway through my medical degree, loving it.
But a university education costs money, and my father did not consider my behaviour worthy of the considerable financial sacrifice that he had to make.
He cut you off? I think all he wanted was my capitulation.
Had I come back suitably humble and acquiescent But the day after I received his letter, I left Oxford.
Ten days after that, I was on a ship to Malacca.
The one thing my father did bequeath me was his stubborn nature.
And you never saw him again? I read about his death in a newspaper in the public library in Bristol.
Oh, George, I'm so sorry.
Minnie left the spare bedding outside the men's dorm, Mr Ellison.
Thank you.
I'll try not to wake them up.
I'm off to bed myself, ma'am.
If I could just take something to read? Of course, Laura.
Night, ma'am.
Night! Thank you for this, Dorcas.
I have the opportunity to work my passage to Brazil, try my luck there.
You can stay as long as you like, George.
I'm glad you will have another chance to make things right with your sister.
There's nothing in the world that I would like more.
Good morning.
Miss Margaret! This is early for you.
Lots to do, Emma.
Lots to do.
Robert, I passed your yard.
That piece of Forest of Dean.
Your father's.
I've begun work on it already.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you! Now Miss Margaret, yesterday, Master I do not wish to talk about yesterday, Emma.
This morning, I am looking to the future.
Very soon, Fordlow church will have a new vicar and I must prepare for his arrival.
But To that end, I have begun clearing out my father's things.
He had good-quality clothing with many years' wear left in it.
Now, I am being scrupulously fair in dividing it equally among the men of the hamlet, but, Robert, I wanted to give you first choice.
I believe I'm a slightly larger build than your late father.
Thank you, Miss Ellison.
Oh! Oh, dear.
What a shame.
Edmund! Ah, George.
I don't think you two gentlemen have been properly introduced.
I know who he is, Miss Lane, and he's not someone I would dignify with the word "gentleman".
Thomas! A good Christian woman has been brought low with grief, plunged into the very depths of despair, by the wicked nature of this man.
May I remind you, Thomas, that George is also bereaved? Bereaved? This is a man who's made a mockery of everything his father stood for.
This is a man who denies the very existence of God! MINNIE CHUCKLES Tell me, have I been misled, sir? No, sir.
You have not.
Then I would say, Thomas, that he is even more deserving of our sympathy, for he bears the heavy burden of grief without the comforting promise of an afterlife.
I cannot break bread with such a man, Miss Lane.
WOMAN: Good morning, Thomas.
CHILDREN CHATTER And then I awake to find the godless heathen's been given lodging in my own dormitory.
Well! A pious man like Thomas Brown being made to lodge with a Catholic! He isn't even a Catholic, Miss Ruby.
RUBY MOUTHS No, Ruby, that is not what it means! Is there any mail for me, Thomas?.
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Ladies.
Yes, Mr Dowland, sir.
Mr JD, what is your opinion of Miss Ellison's brother? You must remember him from Lark Rise.
The rector's son and myself did not move in the same circles.
Mmm, no.
No, course not.
He's a little younger, too.
But considerably less refined.
He was dressed as a common labourer.
Miss Ellison MUST stand firm.
I am sure that the diocese will not want a person of that persuasion loitering round the rectory.
She has her own position to consider, poor woman.
Her father gone, a new vicar at Fordlow, her future uncertain - I don't know how she can bear it.
Certainly, if there was something I could do to ameliorate the situation, I would not hesitate.
Yes, Thomas Brown, isn't it about time Ruby, ssh.
- You did say - Ssh! - What? - Nothing.
Oh, good Lord! The Royal Mail must not be late.
Some water.
Thank you.
Remember that heron you found as a boy, how you fixed its wing, fed it up again till it was ready to fly? Isn't that different, really, is it? Still fixing things.
Fixing what I can.
What you ask is impossible, Miss Lane.
My father is barely cold in his grave! But had your father lived, he might have softened towards your brother.
Had George not broken his heart, he might have lived longer.
He might not have been so Things might have been different.
Miss Ellison, I too have suffered bereavement.
It is a lonely place.
When my own father died, I would have given anything to have a sibling at my side to help me through.
A sibling is not always a comfort, Miss Lane.
In a week, George sails for Brazil, perhaps for good.
This opportunity may not come again.
You have both lost so much.
My brother had a choice about what he lost, Miss Lane.
Did he really? Miss Margaret, surely one cannot believe to order, any more than one can force oneself to love.
I think Brazil is for the best.
Monkeys? That's a good 'un.
Mind you, I always thought my grandpa had a look about him.
I think Mr Darwin means a little further back than that, Minnie.
Miss Lane thinks the same as Mr Ellison.
She swears by it.
It's in one of her favourite books.
And have you seen Thomas Brown picking his teeth? I think Miss Lane still believes, as far as I know.
Well, I don't think Miss Ellison's a monkey.
I think she's a silly goose for carrying on so just about that.
If my sisters were to come back home, I wouldn't care if they believed in God or monkeys or running around like savages.
I'd just hug them up to me and never let them go.
Oh, Minnie! And I don't think Miss Lane's a monkey, neither.
She's more like a cat with a saucer full of cream.
And Miss Pearl is a peacock.
And Mr JD? Well, a golden lion, of course! Morning, ladies.
BOTH: Morning, Mr JD.
I hear you have a guest at the post office.
Enjoying his company? Oh, Miss Lane is.
They've both read so many books.
They leave me behind a little.
And they leave me so far back it's yesterday! Well, I shouldn't worry about that.
For all George Ellison's great learning, it hasn't brought him much prosperity or peace of mind.
Mmm, perhaps not.
I was never one for books myself.
Personally, I prefer action.
You can tell Miss Lane that I've spoken to the mayor and he has agreed to write to the estate manager concerning the Lark Rise road.
Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary, sir.
My pa and Mr Ellison have it in hand.
Is this correct, Thomas? It seems a little more than usual.
That is the amount I intend to put by for the foreseeable future, Miss Lane.
Oh! Are you saving up for something special? A rainy day is all, ma'am.
Of course.
Thank you.
- Thomas? - Miss Lane.
The rainy day might come sooner if you were to actually I know there is some sense ofexpectation.
But if you are unsure in any way about your feelings for Miss Ellison, you should not let I am not unsure.
My feelings are not in doubt, Miss Lane.
I want I WILL, soon.
When you've saved a little more.
Yes.
- Thomas? - Ma'am? I do think you would make Miss Ellison the most excellent husband.
II hope And I do hope the arrival of Mr Ellison has not in any way What I mean is, "I am not my brother's keeper.
" Ah, Genesis 4:9.
Think you'll find it's a question, ma'am - "Am I my brother's keeper?" THOMAS SNIFFS - I ain't gonna wear them.
- You don't have to! - Can't you give them back, then? - No.
It'd hurt her feelings.
Reckon that's it for tonight, boys.
Working day tomorrow, huh? EMMA: Looks good.
That's a fine pair of long drawers you got there, young boy chap.
Do you want them? No, I don't wear them in the summer.
I just like to let the air, you knowcircumnavigate.
MEN LAUGH Alf? No, thank you.
There's a fellow standing in the west field might be glad of them, though.
The sight of those will keep the crows off the peas for months.
In all the years I have known your sister, I have found her to be the most reasonable, generous-spirited woman.
To see her like this, refusing even to consider to listen She must be in great torment.
Are you saying I shouldn't do this? I shouldn't stay? I don't know, George.
I am beginning to feel this might not be the best time.
Perhaps a more gradual approach - some letters.
Then you could return another time and From Brazil? Surely there could be an opportunity for you nearer home.
Home.
There were so many memories in Lark Rise today.
My father, Margaret.
She and I used to play cricket in the wheat field.
Cricket! Miss Ellison? My sister had an excellent bowling action, I'll have you know.
It's strange to feel part of a place, I suppose.
I hadn't felt like that in a long time.
I liked it.
I can understand that.
I don't mean to add to your burden, but your sister has a future.
I wouldn't like to think her hopes, Thomas's hopes, hopes that have been nurtured for some time now, that they were jeopardised by I wouldn't want that, either.
But, Dorcas, what if I were to leave it too long again? Anyway, I have made an undertaking about the road.
I know.
KNOCK AT DOOR Is everything all right, Laura? You didn't come in for anything to read.
I'm fine, Miss Lane.
But you never go to bed without a book.
Maybe I shouldn't read so much.
All these new ideas, things changing all the time.
It's confusing.
Maybe it would be simpler not to think.
This used to be my room, you know? Would you like to see my darning? It's the whole thing, nearly! Your stitches are so tiny.
Miss Lane, this must have taken you ages.
It took me a whole winter.
It's beautiful.
It's ridiculous.
I never wore it.
My mother turned it out from somewhere and gave it to me to darn when the men were indoors.
It was not thought proper to do ordinary sewing in front of them in those days, and one could not sit idle, hmm? So she cut holes in a stocking and I had to darn them up again.
And that was considered industrious.
Be glad things are changing, Laura.
Take hold of ideas.
You don't have to agree with them, but never, ever shy away.
Be glad there are so many better uses of a woman's time than this.
Good night, Miss Lane.
Good night.
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.
" Beautiful words, them.
"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done" Thomas "on Earth as it is in Heaven" Thomas! "Give us this day our daily bread" Thomas! I grew up in a vicarage.
That isn't going to work.
ThomasI have to ask - .
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my being here, might it deter you in any way My sister.
I am bound by my faith to be honest with you.
I have seen an unforgiving side to your sister.
And a troubled family is not a place of peace.
The truth of it is II don't know.
Morning.
I'm looking for Miss Lane.
She'll be down soon.
It's a bit early for Dorcas.
- George Ellison.
- James Dowland.
Ah! The Golden Lion.
I've heard much about you.
And I you.
I believe you are building a footpath at Lark Rise.
Helping with it, yes.
Good heavens, Councillor.
This is an early call.
I'm riding to Banbury on business.
It might be wiser to leave it to the landlord.
He could pay a gang of men to complete the work quickly, using modern methods, proper materials, not stones from the fields.
I see the whole town is conspiring to have me gone.
The Councillor doesn't know when these up-to-date methods and materials might arrive, George, or if.
- We are writing.
- Well, in the meantime I have building projects of my own.
I know people.
I am meeting a supplier today who, once we have the landlord's agreement, would be eager Mr Dowland, I have spent my whole life leaving work undone, things unresolved.
Not this time.
This time I will see it through.
Why is he so involved in all of this? He's a good man.
And I suppose I'm not? I didn't say that, Mr Dowland.
Believe it or not, I wasn't talking about you.
- But - But what? Well, frankly, I find your attitude to this rather puzzling.
Since your arrival in Candleford, you have made much of the benefits of improvement and have been impatient in your desire to bring it about.
Indeed.
Often in the face of considerable opposition from yourself.
Yet here we have genuine need for improvement as a matter of some urgency and you are not only dragging your own feet but advising those addressing the issue to do the same.
I am merely following the correct Which does lead me to wonder whether your enthusiasm for the benefits of improvement only exists when there is also a benefit for James Dowland.
It doesn't really matter what I do, does it, Miss Lane? In your eyes, my motivations will never be anything other than base.
I had thought better of you than that.
BIRDS SING Beautiful, isn't it? Mr Ellison! How funny.
I was just thinking about you.
- Oh, dear.
- Nothing bad.
Just Wellhow How could I look at all this and not believe in God? Is that a very silly question? Not at all.
It's one I sometimes ask myself.
So it must be extremely erudite.
Strange thing is, I remember standing around here when I was well, probably about your age, and suddenly knowing that the thing I felt here in nature was the thing I was supposed to feel in church and didn't - the thing my sister clearly felt so keenly.
- That's when you stopped believing? - Not exactly.
I stopped believing when I was at university.
The study of medicine, all that disease Where was God in this? And then I realised - nowhere.
It seems so random because it is.
Isn't it frightening, the idea that there is no plan, no justice in the end? I mean, do you know down deep in your heart of hearts that you ain't never gonna see your pa again? That's why it's so important that I see my sister.
MACHINERY CLATTERS LAURA: Miss Lane.
- Thomas - Yes, Miss Lane? There is a telegram to go out, for Miss Ellison.
It would appear that the new vicar is a married man.
He has no need of a housekeeper.
She will have to find a position in another parish.
No.
No, she cannot.
Sheshe must not.
I could not bear that, ma'am.
Then, Thomas, I think the rainy day has dawned.
Yes.
And a man with responsibilities could do with another shilling a week.
Thomas, are you taking? "Faint heart ne'er won fair maid.
" BIRDS SING Margaret? Margaret? This is silly, Miss Margaret.
Let me answer the door.
He'll go in a minute.
< Please! He ain't a bad man, Miss Margaret, no matter what he believes.
Look what he's doing for Lark Rise.
I have spent my whole life doing work for Lark Rise, yet he wins everyone's heart in two days.
Sorry.
I know I sound petulant.
We all appreciate what you do.
Appreciate.
Not like, not You're the only one who I know they laugh at me.
No.
Not half as much as they laugh at him and his monkeys.
But yes, they like him.
And they like you.
It don't have to be one or the other, does it? Miss Margaret, you are as much a part of Lark Rise as any of us.
Really? Of course.
Emma .
.
I think my father kept some sherry.
Have you ever tried it? Miss Margaret! Miss Margaret, what is it? Ohit's all right, Emma.
I'd best get on, that's all.
This is yours.
I found it among his things.
My medical bag.
There are other things - some books, certificates, letters.
Your property.
Why did he keep them? Isn't it obvious, George? He hoped you'd come back.
On his terms.
Were those terms so very bad? Salvation.
Margaret, even you cannot believe our father was in a position to offer that.
It's very good to hear that sound again.
You always could make me laugh.
There was little enough of that when you went.
We can make up for it now.
No, George.
I want you to leave.
Why? My argument was never with you.
I know your beliefs are dearly held.
Can't you see that mine are also? You left me with him! You knew what he was like and you left me to cope with him alone.
In these 15 years, did you ever once think about what my life would be like? And now he's gone and you think you can just walk back in and we'll be Georgie and Margaret playing cricket in the wheat field again? I did think of you.
I thought of you often.
I thought of him.
Go, George.
Please.
If that's what you want.
I thought you would marry.
I didn't know that you would I'm selling his books, his library.
I will give you the money, but please just go.
You think I came here for money? I am simply trying to do the decentthe Christian thing.
You're behaving exactly like he did.
I didn't mean Do you know what, Margaret? If you don't like me being here, you go.
In case you hadn't noticed, I'm building a road.
You look very smart, Thomas.
One day someone shall woo me upon a bicycle.
All this fuss isn't making it any easier, ladies.
Sorry.
Thomas, wait.
The gallant blade.
Make the ladies of Candleford proud.
Bye.
WOMEN GASP RINGS BICYCLE BELL MARGARET: Seems God's purpose for me is elsewhere.
I hope not, Miss Margaret.
I hope That will please my brother, no doubt.
Miss Ellison, it would be I would be I have waited so long to show him how it feels, Thomas, to be rejected, abandoned.
So why don't I feel any better? Miss Oh, Thomas, I spoke to him so cruelly.
I fear I am a very wicked person.
No, no, far from it.
You are the least wicked.
Miss Margaret, you are the person, the lady that I The look on his face when I told him to leave.
Miss Margaret The terrible thing is I wanted him to feel like that.
Miss Margaret, could we perhaps not talk about your brother for just a few moments? - Miss - I was just so angry.
So jealous.
My father had kept no keepsakes from my childhood.
He needed none.
He had you here.
Oh, yes, he had me here, stuck in an endless round of duty and responsibility while the opportunities that might have been mine slipped by.
"Opportunitiesslipped by.
" How tragic.
THUNDER RUMBLES Opportunities, no doubt, which would have thrown up more welcome suitors than a humble postman.
Suitors? THUNDER RUMBLES Thomas? RAIN POURS Just a postman.
Yeah.
"Opportunitiesslipped by.
" I'm tragic.
Ow! RAIN POURS Thomas? THOMAS: Ow! Ow! THUNDER CRASHES Oh, Lord! Thomas, I don't understand! MARGARET SOBS Mr Brown! Thomas! Please! SHE SOBS KNOCKING KNOCKING CONTINUES - Coming! - You'll wake the children.
- James.
- It's Miss Ellison.
I was riding across country from Banbury.
I found her on the road.
She didn't want to go home.
She would only come here.
I think, Emma, that I have lost it all.
My home.
My own baby brother.
I've lost him for ever and it's my own stupid, jealous fault.
- I should go.
- Thank you, James.
Come on, Miss Margaret.
It'll be better in the mornin'.
But Emma, you don't know what I've done.
Ma'am, Thomas's bed ain't been slept in.
What if the weather was bad? Perhaps he had to stay in Fordlow.
Thomas Brown is never late for the morning delivery.
Well, it ain't gonna be ready before school starts now, is it? I am so sorry.
I think the rain has done most of it.
I'll put it right.
Oh, be careful, Miss Margaret.
You ain't been too well this morning.
When does my brother get here? To be honest, Miss Margaret, he is usually here by now.
Ma! Pa! What's happened here? Oh, Miss Lane, is my brother with you? DORCAS: Your brother? Miss Ellison, your brother has gone.
Brazil? UmMiss Ellison, have you seen Thomas Brown? - We have been to the rectory - No, not since last night.
Oh, dear.
It isall a little hazy, but I fear I may have unwittingly offended him.
Oh.
Oh, you didn't turn him down? What? Miss Ellison, Thomas Brown came out here to propose.
And now, ma'am, Thomas Brown is missing.
Run on up to the farm, tell Old Monday the postman is missing and see if he can send down any more men.
MAN SINGS IN THE DISTANCE MAN CONTINUES SINGING #In life, in death # O Lord, abide with me.
# Oh, Lord, I beseech thee for deliverance.
Thomas? Oh, Lord, did it have to be him? I can go if you like.
No! No! It's my back, I can't Oh! Oh, Lord, the pain! My back.
I am bound by my faith to thank you, sir.
GROANS Remember that chap hanged himself from the dead oak? Weeks before they found him.
Plague of flies we had that summer.
- Shall we go? - Oh A scarecrow's drawers in a wheelbarrow! And me a servant of Her Majesty.
Stop complaining.
No, children! Go away! There's something living down there.
Miss Ellison.
Oh Oh! Of course.
MARGARET: Oh, my dear, dear boy.
I thought you'd gone for ever.
How can you ever forgive me? Margaret, I'm the one who should be asking that.
Lord, save us.
It's like a miracle.
And you've brought me my Thomas Brown, the man I hope to marry.
What do you say, Mr Brown? Miss Ellison .
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it would be an honour.
Oh! Easy No, my back What? It's all right, Twister.
We got him.
- Who? - The postman, you old duffer.
Get back to work! I am at work! Been sent down to fix the road.
Old Monday's paying wages for this? The stingy old bugger ain't paying himself! HORSE HOOVES CLOP Ain't it just wonderful, ma'am? Yes, Laura.
Yes, it is.
GEORGE: I hope there was a time that he was happy.
MARGARET: I think he's happy now.
He's in a better place.
I'm too mature to rise to that.
You will feel very stupid when I meet you there and prove you wrong, George Ellison.
If I meet you there, Margaret, it will be worth it.
Don't forget this.
You'll need it.
I will.
And I'll pay you back, I promise.
Look what you've done for me alreadyDoctor.
BICYCLE BELL RINGS Still a little bit of discomfort LAURA: 'Thomas and Miss Ellison did not rush into marriage.
'And Dr George Ellison never did make it to Brazil.
'For though our new vicar did not want a housekeeper, 'he was, it seemed, sorely in need of a governess.
'So George's letters flew once more between Oxford and the rectory 'and every so often there would be another 'that we didn't have to take out on the round 'for George had forged a friendship that would last a lifetime.
'And in those shifting, changing times we lived through '.
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we were going to need our friends.
' Why, Miss Lane, you are with child With somebody's child.
The noise, the disturbance, the smell Perhaps if we tried to amuse it Aaaah! Aaaah! BABY CRIES I want to lose myself.
Clockmaker, journeyman, wanderer.
I've never met anyone quite so offensive, so insulting, so judgmental A woman needs to be told how you feel.
Tell me about your plans.
My plans?
'Miss Margaret had been praying 'that her father would make Thomas Brown feel welcome.
'But families have a habit of never quite behaving as to plan.
' - Are you ready? - Yes.
Yes.
KNOCKS ON DOOR Father, Mr Brown is here.
He's a little hard of hearing.
KNOCKS ON DOOR Father? SCREAMS SOBS CHILDREN LAUGH Lizzie, love, it's a funeral.
Shouldn't you walk with her, Thomas? That would not be appropriate.
I'm not a relative.
No, but you're her LAURA: She just seems so alone.
Those who have faith are never alone, Laura.
No.
Of course not.
What's she going to do, Ma? She's going to have to leave the rectory.
EMMA: Well, she might stay on as housekeeper if the new vicar ain't married.
But he will be, surely.
I mean, most men are married.
Oh, careful, Thomas.
Thank you, ma'am.
I just lost my CHILD SCREAMS Disgraceful.
The Turrills want to take them Arless urchins in hand.
I don't know.
That didn't sound like larking around to me.
You go on.
- My arm! - Sally.
Her arm's all funny.
SALLY CRIES Can you feel your fingers? Can you move your fingers? Do you think it's broken? MAN: It could be a dislocation.
Sally, isn't it? SALLY SOBS Do you mind if I have a look? Ow! - Uh, excuse me, sir.
- Yes, it's dislocated.
- Sir? - Ow! You'll be fine.
Keep your arm like that.
You'll need to put something cold on it.
Say, love, I'm going to carry you home, all right? Lift you up I've got her.
You go ahead.
Thank you, sir.
MARGARET: Will you be coming back to the rectory? EMMA: Back to the rectory? I have laid on a few light refreshments.
Emma, you have been such a kind friend to me.
I hope you'll both come.
Thank you.
I take it Thomas Brown will be there also.
Oh, yes.
Mr Brown has been a tower of strength.
Miss Margaret? Miss Margaret.
MARGARET SOBS That was him, Ma.
The man on the road.
Master George.
It is most kind of you to make room for me in your carriage, Councillor.
And since I am enjoying your comfort, there is a council matter I would like to raise.
Oh, dear.
Our last exchange on a council matter left me rather out of pocket.
My only hope is that Thomas Brown will have a lavish enough wedding reception that I can recoup a little of the loss.
Mr Dowland, I can't begin to tell you how presumptuous that is.
As far as I'm aware, there has been no proposal.
And anyway, who's to say she would accept? - Let alone that - Of course she will accept.
Really? Not every woman I simply meant that Thomas is a good man and they seem exceptionally well suited.
That is true.
Thank you.
Actually, this is what I wanted to talk to you about.
The road between Lark Rise and Fordlow is in a terrible state.
Look what just happened to Sally Arless.
It isn't council land.
The maintenance of the path is a matter for the landlord.
But as the landlord is absentee Exactly.
Our hands are tied.
Oh, for goodness' sake! I will bring the subject up at the next meeting.
We can draft him a letter.
And how long will that take? How many children could be hurt between now and then? - Could you stop here, please? - Steady.
Whoa.
What are you doing? I am going to Lark Rise to visit Sally Arless.
I brought you some ginger cordial.
Thank you.
Are many people still here? A few.
They'reall concerned for you.
If you're ready, I could accompany you.
What can they think of me after such an outburst? They think, as I do, that you have borne your loss with great dignity and fortitude.
And no-one can be surprised that there are moments when you'reovercome.
There is, of course, a little curiosity in certain quarters as to the identity of the gentleman.
I expect there is.
Been some talk, some speculation, that he is your My brother.
As you may have gathered, we are estranged.
WellI'm sure you have good reasons.
I am so afraid you will think less of me.
I would never do that, Margaret.
Oh, Thomas, George Ellison is a sinner and a reprobate and he broke my father's heart.
He is a man who I can hardly even say it.
a man who denies the very existence of God.
Oh, my! I never met anyone who don't believe in God before.
Not that I know of, anyhow.
God or no God, I'd shake his hand for what he did for our Sally.
ROBERT: You're right there, Alfie.
We ought to do something about that road.
A footpath or a walkway or something, just to make it safe for the little 'uns.
And the old 'uns.
I don't much like walking it myself.
What do you think, Twister? I reckon I'll be next.
That old parson was younger than I am.
Don't start that, you old goat.
Parson didn't have Queenie's fine mead to keep his strength up.
He didn't have to go out digging stones out of Old Monday's fields in all weathers, neither.
With rheumatics.
Weren't much sign of rheumatics when Old Monday was looking for someone to dig a new lap trench.
I ain't never seen a man move so fastthe other way.
What does he do with all them stones you dig out of his field? I reckon he goes out there at night and puts them back.
There's one big bugger I'm sure I've dug up ten times over.
Why do you want to know? He's thinking, "Wouldn't they be just the thing for the footpath?" That's my Laura.
How the Reverend could ever cast aside a child of his, I'll never know.
Reckon his Bible must have had a page missing - the one with the prodigal son.
Perhaps he turned over two at once.
Oh, Master Georgie Sorry to intrude.
Miss Lane told me I might find young Sally here.
Yes, sir, and right as rain she is too, after what you've done for her.
Robert Timmins.
We meant no disrespect for the dead, sir.
None of us did.
No, sir.
Nor did I.
It's a fine piece of Forest of Dean granite.
Your sister chose well.
Must be good to have such skill in your hands.
There's quite a skill in yours, the way you fixed up Sally.
Half-baked, Robert.
Half-finished.
No real use to anyone.
Never really thought it would come to this.
I mean, I always expected I would see him again.
I had a few run-ins with your father on matters of principle.
He was a formidable opponent.
He was a bully, Robert.
I know that.
And yet, he was still my I should be paying you for this work.
I have no money.
I should, uh You owe me nothing.
I've been paid in full.
No, it should not only be my sister who Please.
Look, I have no money, but I have a strong back and I'm not afraid of work.
You need a path from here to Fordlow.
Let me lay it.
There is no need.
The men of Lark Rise can lay a path.
I need to do something.
Please.
He was MY father, too.
No, Robert.
Emma, he has offered to work on the road.
All he needs is space for a few nights to lay his head.
We can do that.
No, we can't.
Master George You are a welcome visitor here and your offer is most generous.
But I'm afraid we cannot have you stay in this house.
For God's sake, Emma, the man is grieving.
Miss Margaret is my friend.
And the way things are between you, if she were to come tomorrow and find you here it would hurt her dreadfully.
And I cannot do that to her.
No, I wouldn't want you to.
ROBERT: The Arless cottage is empty.
And have Cabbage Patterson cart him off for squatting? Laura, are you ready to leave? Yes, ma'am.
George, it's getting terribly late.
Do you have somewhere to stay? Father, what would you want me to do? You've read Mr Darwin? I have his letters on geology in my bag.
I haven't read those.
He wrote them to his great friend and mentor - a theologian, believe it or not.
I do believe it.
I don't think his ideas have to be incompatible with faith, as I have tried to tell my chief postman many times.
But I see you are also a student of Herbert Spencer.
Psychology does intrigue me, yes.
With all of Candleford to study, no doubt.
Not at all.
And I read a great many things.
Indeed.
There's a rather well-thumbed copy of Don Juan here.
Bookmarked.
Laura.
She thinks I don't know that she reads it.
I've told her she's too young, but I suspect the illicit nature of it is part of the appeal.
It certainly was for me when I was young.
And I'm sure my father was just as aware as I am.
My father wouldn't have had such a book within a mile of the rectory.
No, and possibly not much house room for Mr Darwin, either.
The thing is, I don't think it was the atheism that angered my father so much.
He probably could have lived with that if I'd kept quiet about it.
The refusal to go to church, though I suppose I humiliated him.
So he found it necessary to do the same to me.
How? I was more than halfway through my medical degree, loving it.
But a university education costs money, and my father did not consider my behaviour worthy of the considerable financial sacrifice that he had to make.
He cut you off? I think all he wanted was my capitulation.
Had I come back suitably humble and acquiescent But the day after I received his letter, I left Oxford.
Ten days after that, I was on a ship to Malacca.
The one thing my father did bequeath me was his stubborn nature.
And you never saw him again? I read about his death in a newspaper in the public library in Bristol.
Oh, George, I'm so sorry.
Minnie left the spare bedding outside the men's dorm, Mr Ellison.
Thank you.
I'll try not to wake them up.
I'm off to bed myself, ma'am.
If I could just take something to read? Of course, Laura.
Night, ma'am.
Night! Thank you for this, Dorcas.
I have the opportunity to work my passage to Brazil, try my luck there.
You can stay as long as you like, George.
I'm glad you will have another chance to make things right with your sister.
There's nothing in the world that I would like more.
Good morning.
Miss Margaret! This is early for you.
Lots to do, Emma.
Lots to do.
Robert, I passed your yard.
That piece of Forest of Dean.
Your father's.
I've begun work on it already.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you! Now Miss Margaret, yesterday, Master I do not wish to talk about yesterday, Emma.
This morning, I am looking to the future.
Very soon, Fordlow church will have a new vicar and I must prepare for his arrival.
But To that end, I have begun clearing out my father's things.
He had good-quality clothing with many years' wear left in it.
Now, I am being scrupulously fair in dividing it equally among the men of the hamlet, but, Robert, I wanted to give you first choice.
I believe I'm a slightly larger build than your late father.
Thank you, Miss Ellison.
Oh! Oh, dear.
What a shame.
Edmund! Ah, George.
I don't think you two gentlemen have been properly introduced.
I know who he is, Miss Lane, and he's not someone I would dignify with the word "gentleman".
Thomas! A good Christian woman has been brought low with grief, plunged into the very depths of despair, by the wicked nature of this man.
May I remind you, Thomas, that George is also bereaved? Bereaved? This is a man who's made a mockery of everything his father stood for.
This is a man who denies the very existence of God! MINNIE CHUCKLES Tell me, have I been misled, sir? No, sir.
You have not.
Then I would say, Thomas, that he is even more deserving of our sympathy, for he bears the heavy burden of grief without the comforting promise of an afterlife.
I cannot break bread with such a man, Miss Lane.
WOMAN: Good morning, Thomas.
CHILDREN CHATTER And then I awake to find the godless heathen's been given lodging in my own dormitory.
Well! A pious man like Thomas Brown being made to lodge with a Catholic! He isn't even a Catholic, Miss Ruby.
RUBY MOUTHS No, Ruby, that is not what it means! Is there any mail for me, Thomas?.
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Ladies.
Yes, Mr Dowland, sir.
Mr JD, what is your opinion of Miss Ellison's brother? You must remember him from Lark Rise.
The rector's son and myself did not move in the same circles.
Mmm, no.
No, course not.
He's a little younger, too.
But considerably less refined.
He was dressed as a common labourer.
Miss Ellison MUST stand firm.
I am sure that the diocese will not want a person of that persuasion loitering round the rectory.
She has her own position to consider, poor woman.
Her father gone, a new vicar at Fordlow, her future uncertain - I don't know how she can bear it.
Certainly, if there was something I could do to ameliorate the situation, I would not hesitate.
Yes, Thomas Brown, isn't it about time Ruby, ssh.
- You did say - Ssh! - What? - Nothing.
Oh, good Lord! The Royal Mail must not be late.
Some water.
Thank you.
Remember that heron you found as a boy, how you fixed its wing, fed it up again till it was ready to fly? Isn't that different, really, is it? Still fixing things.
Fixing what I can.
What you ask is impossible, Miss Lane.
My father is barely cold in his grave! But had your father lived, he might have softened towards your brother.
Had George not broken his heart, he might have lived longer.
He might not have been so Things might have been different.
Miss Ellison, I too have suffered bereavement.
It is a lonely place.
When my own father died, I would have given anything to have a sibling at my side to help me through.
A sibling is not always a comfort, Miss Lane.
In a week, George sails for Brazil, perhaps for good.
This opportunity may not come again.
You have both lost so much.
My brother had a choice about what he lost, Miss Lane.
Did he really? Miss Margaret, surely one cannot believe to order, any more than one can force oneself to love.
I think Brazil is for the best.
Monkeys? That's a good 'un.
Mind you, I always thought my grandpa had a look about him.
I think Mr Darwin means a little further back than that, Minnie.
Miss Lane thinks the same as Mr Ellison.
She swears by it.
It's in one of her favourite books.
And have you seen Thomas Brown picking his teeth? I think Miss Lane still believes, as far as I know.
Well, I don't think Miss Ellison's a monkey.
I think she's a silly goose for carrying on so just about that.
If my sisters were to come back home, I wouldn't care if they believed in God or monkeys or running around like savages.
I'd just hug them up to me and never let them go.
Oh, Minnie! And I don't think Miss Lane's a monkey, neither.
She's more like a cat with a saucer full of cream.
And Miss Pearl is a peacock.
And Mr JD? Well, a golden lion, of course! Morning, ladies.
BOTH: Morning, Mr JD.
I hear you have a guest at the post office.
Enjoying his company? Oh, Miss Lane is.
They've both read so many books.
They leave me behind a little.
And they leave me so far back it's yesterday! Well, I shouldn't worry about that.
For all George Ellison's great learning, it hasn't brought him much prosperity or peace of mind.
Mmm, perhaps not.
I was never one for books myself.
Personally, I prefer action.
You can tell Miss Lane that I've spoken to the mayor and he has agreed to write to the estate manager concerning the Lark Rise road.
Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary, sir.
My pa and Mr Ellison have it in hand.
Is this correct, Thomas? It seems a little more than usual.
That is the amount I intend to put by for the foreseeable future, Miss Lane.
Oh! Are you saving up for something special? A rainy day is all, ma'am.
Of course.
Thank you.
- Thomas? - Miss Lane.
The rainy day might come sooner if you were to actually I know there is some sense ofexpectation.
But if you are unsure in any way about your feelings for Miss Ellison, you should not let I am not unsure.
My feelings are not in doubt, Miss Lane.
I want I WILL, soon.
When you've saved a little more.
Yes.
- Thomas? - Ma'am? I do think you would make Miss Ellison the most excellent husband.
II hope And I do hope the arrival of Mr Ellison has not in any way What I mean is, "I am not my brother's keeper.
" Ah, Genesis 4:9.
Think you'll find it's a question, ma'am - "Am I my brother's keeper?" THOMAS SNIFFS - I ain't gonna wear them.
- You don't have to! - Can't you give them back, then? - No.
It'd hurt her feelings.
Reckon that's it for tonight, boys.
Working day tomorrow, huh? EMMA: Looks good.
That's a fine pair of long drawers you got there, young boy chap.
Do you want them? No, I don't wear them in the summer.
I just like to let the air, you knowcircumnavigate.
MEN LAUGH Alf? No, thank you.
There's a fellow standing in the west field might be glad of them, though.
The sight of those will keep the crows off the peas for months.
In all the years I have known your sister, I have found her to be the most reasonable, generous-spirited woman.
To see her like this, refusing even to consider to listen She must be in great torment.
Are you saying I shouldn't do this? I shouldn't stay? I don't know, George.
I am beginning to feel this might not be the best time.
Perhaps a more gradual approach - some letters.
Then you could return another time and From Brazil? Surely there could be an opportunity for you nearer home.
Home.
There were so many memories in Lark Rise today.
My father, Margaret.
She and I used to play cricket in the wheat field.
Cricket! Miss Ellison? My sister had an excellent bowling action, I'll have you know.
It's strange to feel part of a place, I suppose.
I hadn't felt like that in a long time.
I liked it.
I can understand that.
I don't mean to add to your burden, but your sister has a future.
I wouldn't like to think her hopes, Thomas's hopes, hopes that have been nurtured for some time now, that they were jeopardised by I wouldn't want that, either.
But, Dorcas, what if I were to leave it too long again? Anyway, I have made an undertaking about the road.
I know.
KNOCK AT DOOR Is everything all right, Laura? You didn't come in for anything to read.
I'm fine, Miss Lane.
But you never go to bed without a book.
Maybe I shouldn't read so much.
All these new ideas, things changing all the time.
It's confusing.
Maybe it would be simpler not to think.
This used to be my room, you know? Would you like to see my darning? It's the whole thing, nearly! Your stitches are so tiny.
Miss Lane, this must have taken you ages.
It took me a whole winter.
It's beautiful.
It's ridiculous.
I never wore it.
My mother turned it out from somewhere and gave it to me to darn when the men were indoors.
It was not thought proper to do ordinary sewing in front of them in those days, and one could not sit idle, hmm? So she cut holes in a stocking and I had to darn them up again.
And that was considered industrious.
Be glad things are changing, Laura.
Take hold of ideas.
You don't have to agree with them, but never, ever shy away.
Be glad there are so many better uses of a woman's time than this.
Good night, Miss Lane.
Good night.
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.
" Beautiful words, them.
"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done" Thomas "on Earth as it is in Heaven" Thomas! "Give us this day our daily bread" Thomas! I grew up in a vicarage.
That isn't going to work.
ThomasI have to ask - .
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my being here, might it deter you in any way My sister.
I am bound by my faith to be honest with you.
I have seen an unforgiving side to your sister.
And a troubled family is not a place of peace.
The truth of it is II don't know.
Morning.
I'm looking for Miss Lane.
She'll be down soon.
It's a bit early for Dorcas.
- George Ellison.
- James Dowland.
Ah! The Golden Lion.
I've heard much about you.
And I you.
I believe you are building a footpath at Lark Rise.
Helping with it, yes.
Good heavens, Councillor.
This is an early call.
I'm riding to Banbury on business.
It might be wiser to leave it to the landlord.
He could pay a gang of men to complete the work quickly, using modern methods, proper materials, not stones from the fields.
I see the whole town is conspiring to have me gone.
The Councillor doesn't know when these up-to-date methods and materials might arrive, George, or if.
- We are writing.
- Well, in the meantime I have building projects of my own.
I know people.
I am meeting a supplier today who, once we have the landlord's agreement, would be eager Mr Dowland, I have spent my whole life leaving work undone, things unresolved.
Not this time.
This time I will see it through.
Why is he so involved in all of this? He's a good man.
And I suppose I'm not? I didn't say that, Mr Dowland.
Believe it or not, I wasn't talking about you.
- But - But what? Well, frankly, I find your attitude to this rather puzzling.
Since your arrival in Candleford, you have made much of the benefits of improvement and have been impatient in your desire to bring it about.
Indeed.
Often in the face of considerable opposition from yourself.
Yet here we have genuine need for improvement as a matter of some urgency and you are not only dragging your own feet but advising those addressing the issue to do the same.
I am merely following the correct Which does lead me to wonder whether your enthusiasm for the benefits of improvement only exists when there is also a benefit for James Dowland.
It doesn't really matter what I do, does it, Miss Lane? In your eyes, my motivations will never be anything other than base.
I had thought better of you than that.
BIRDS SING Beautiful, isn't it? Mr Ellison! How funny.
I was just thinking about you.
- Oh, dear.
- Nothing bad.
Just Wellhow How could I look at all this and not believe in God? Is that a very silly question? Not at all.
It's one I sometimes ask myself.
So it must be extremely erudite.
Strange thing is, I remember standing around here when I was well, probably about your age, and suddenly knowing that the thing I felt here in nature was the thing I was supposed to feel in church and didn't - the thing my sister clearly felt so keenly.
- That's when you stopped believing? - Not exactly.
I stopped believing when I was at university.
The study of medicine, all that disease Where was God in this? And then I realised - nowhere.
It seems so random because it is.
Isn't it frightening, the idea that there is no plan, no justice in the end? I mean, do you know down deep in your heart of hearts that you ain't never gonna see your pa again? That's why it's so important that I see my sister.
MACHINERY CLATTERS LAURA: Miss Lane.
- Thomas - Yes, Miss Lane? There is a telegram to go out, for Miss Ellison.
It would appear that the new vicar is a married man.
He has no need of a housekeeper.
She will have to find a position in another parish.
No.
No, she cannot.
Sheshe must not.
I could not bear that, ma'am.
Then, Thomas, I think the rainy day has dawned.
Yes.
And a man with responsibilities could do with another shilling a week.
Thomas, are you taking? "Faint heart ne'er won fair maid.
" BIRDS SING Margaret? Margaret? This is silly, Miss Margaret.
Let me answer the door.
He'll go in a minute.
< Please! He ain't a bad man, Miss Margaret, no matter what he believes.
Look what he's doing for Lark Rise.
I have spent my whole life doing work for Lark Rise, yet he wins everyone's heart in two days.
Sorry.
I know I sound petulant.
We all appreciate what you do.
Appreciate.
Not like, not You're the only one who I know they laugh at me.
No.
Not half as much as they laugh at him and his monkeys.
But yes, they like him.
And they like you.
It don't have to be one or the other, does it? Miss Margaret, you are as much a part of Lark Rise as any of us.
Really? Of course.
Emma .
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I think my father kept some sherry.
Have you ever tried it? Miss Margaret! Miss Margaret, what is it? Ohit's all right, Emma.
I'd best get on, that's all.
This is yours.
I found it among his things.
My medical bag.
There are other things - some books, certificates, letters.
Your property.
Why did he keep them? Isn't it obvious, George? He hoped you'd come back.
On his terms.
Were those terms so very bad? Salvation.
Margaret, even you cannot believe our father was in a position to offer that.
It's very good to hear that sound again.
You always could make me laugh.
There was little enough of that when you went.
We can make up for it now.
No, George.
I want you to leave.
Why? My argument was never with you.
I know your beliefs are dearly held.
Can't you see that mine are also? You left me with him! You knew what he was like and you left me to cope with him alone.
In these 15 years, did you ever once think about what my life would be like? And now he's gone and you think you can just walk back in and we'll be Georgie and Margaret playing cricket in the wheat field again? I did think of you.
I thought of you often.
I thought of him.
Go, George.
Please.
If that's what you want.
I thought you would marry.
I didn't know that you would I'm selling his books, his library.
I will give you the money, but please just go.
You think I came here for money? I am simply trying to do the decentthe Christian thing.
You're behaving exactly like he did.
I didn't mean Do you know what, Margaret? If you don't like me being here, you go.
In case you hadn't noticed, I'm building a road.
You look very smart, Thomas.
One day someone shall woo me upon a bicycle.
All this fuss isn't making it any easier, ladies.
Sorry.
Thomas, wait.
The gallant blade.
Make the ladies of Candleford proud.
Bye.
WOMEN GASP RINGS BICYCLE BELL MARGARET: Seems God's purpose for me is elsewhere.
I hope not, Miss Margaret.
I hope That will please my brother, no doubt.
Miss Ellison, it would be I would be I have waited so long to show him how it feels, Thomas, to be rejected, abandoned.
So why don't I feel any better? Miss Oh, Thomas, I spoke to him so cruelly.
I fear I am a very wicked person.
No, no, far from it.
You are the least wicked.
Miss Margaret, you are the person, the lady that I The look on his face when I told him to leave.
Miss Margaret The terrible thing is I wanted him to feel like that.
Miss Margaret, could we perhaps not talk about your brother for just a few moments? - Miss - I was just so angry.
So jealous.
My father had kept no keepsakes from my childhood.
He needed none.
He had you here.
Oh, yes, he had me here, stuck in an endless round of duty and responsibility while the opportunities that might have been mine slipped by.
"Opportunitiesslipped by.
" How tragic.
THUNDER RUMBLES Opportunities, no doubt, which would have thrown up more welcome suitors than a humble postman.
Suitors? THUNDER RUMBLES Thomas? RAIN POURS Just a postman.
Yeah.
"Opportunitiesslipped by.
" I'm tragic.
Ow! RAIN POURS Thomas? THOMAS: Ow! Ow! THUNDER CRASHES Oh, Lord! Thomas, I don't understand! MARGARET SOBS Mr Brown! Thomas! Please! SHE SOBS KNOCKING KNOCKING CONTINUES - Coming! - You'll wake the children.
- James.
- It's Miss Ellison.
I was riding across country from Banbury.
I found her on the road.
She didn't want to go home.
She would only come here.
I think, Emma, that I have lost it all.
My home.
My own baby brother.
I've lost him for ever and it's my own stupid, jealous fault.
- I should go.
- Thank you, James.
Come on, Miss Margaret.
It'll be better in the mornin'.
But Emma, you don't know what I've done.
Ma'am, Thomas's bed ain't been slept in.
What if the weather was bad? Perhaps he had to stay in Fordlow.
Thomas Brown is never late for the morning delivery.
Well, it ain't gonna be ready before school starts now, is it? I am so sorry.
I think the rain has done most of it.
I'll put it right.
Oh, be careful, Miss Margaret.
You ain't been too well this morning.
When does my brother get here? To be honest, Miss Margaret, he is usually here by now.
Ma! Pa! What's happened here? Oh, Miss Lane, is my brother with you? DORCAS: Your brother? Miss Ellison, your brother has gone.
Brazil? UmMiss Ellison, have you seen Thomas Brown? - We have been to the rectory - No, not since last night.
Oh, dear.
It isall a little hazy, but I fear I may have unwittingly offended him.
Oh.
Oh, you didn't turn him down? What? Miss Ellison, Thomas Brown came out here to propose.
And now, ma'am, Thomas Brown is missing.
Run on up to the farm, tell Old Monday the postman is missing and see if he can send down any more men.
MAN SINGS IN THE DISTANCE MAN CONTINUES SINGING #In life, in death # O Lord, abide with me.
# Oh, Lord, I beseech thee for deliverance.
Thomas? Oh, Lord, did it have to be him? I can go if you like.
No! No! It's my back, I can't Oh! Oh, Lord, the pain! My back.
I am bound by my faith to thank you, sir.
GROANS Remember that chap hanged himself from the dead oak? Weeks before they found him.
Plague of flies we had that summer.
- Shall we go? - Oh A scarecrow's drawers in a wheelbarrow! And me a servant of Her Majesty.
Stop complaining.
No, children! Go away! There's something living down there.
Miss Ellison.
Oh Oh! Of course.
MARGARET: Oh, my dear, dear boy.
I thought you'd gone for ever.
How can you ever forgive me? Margaret, I'm the one who should be asking that.
Lord, save us.
It's like a miracle.
And you've brought me my Thomas Brown, the man I hope to marry.
What do you say, Mr Brown? Miss Ellison .
.
it would be an honour.
Oh! Easy No, my back What? It's all right, Twister.
We got him.
- Who? - The postman, you old duffer.
Get back to work! I am at work! Been sent down to fix the road.
Old Monday's paying wages for this? The stingy old bugger ain't paying himself! HORSE HOOVES CLOP Ain't it just wonderful, ma'am? Yes, Laura.
Yes, it is.
GEORGE: I hope there was a time that he was happy.
MARGARET: I think he's happy now.
He's in a better place.
I'm too mature to rise to that.
You will feel very stupid when I meet you there and prove you wrong, George Ellison.
If I meet you there, Margaret, it will be worth it.
Don't forget this.
You'll need it.
I will.
And I'll pay you back, I promise.
Look what you've done for me alreadyDoctor.
BICYCLE BELL RINGS Still a little bit of discomfort LAURA: 'Thomas and Miss Ellison did not rush into marriage.
'And Dr George Ellison never did make it to Brazil.
'For though our new vicar did not want a housekeeper, 'he was, it seemed, sorely in need of a governess.
'So George's letters flew once more between Oxford and the rectory 'and every so often there would be another 'that we didn't have to take out on the round 'for George had forged a friendship that would last a lifetime.
'And in those shifting, changing times we lived through '.
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we were going to need our friends.
' Why, Miss Lane, you are with child With somebody's child.
The noise, the disturbance, the smell Perhaps if we tried to amuse it Aaaah! Aaaah! BABY CRIES I want to lose myself.
Clockmaker, journeyman, wanderer.
I've never met anyone quite so offensive, so insulting, so judgmental A woman needs to be told how you feel.
Tell me about your plans.
My plans?