Lark Rise to Candleford (2008) s04e04 Episode Script

Roll up, roll up for Professor Tredinnick's marvellous Tempestulator! For the fail-safe prognosticating of the weather.
LAURA: Once a year the fair came to Candleford Green.
It brought wondrous sights and sounds.
There were hay bale races and high jumps and dipping heads in tubs of water to retrieve apples with the teeth.
(EXCLAIMING) And then there was the contest of contests, the great shin-kicking tournament.
A test of strength and speed, courage and skill.
And the winner was crowned Champion and carried through the streets in glory.
And the prettiest girl was named Queen of the fair.
It never rained when the fair came to town.
It seemed to bring only sunshine and laughter and great good fortune.
(LAUGHING) I won a pig! A whole pig! We won a pig.
QUEENIE: Oh! Come on! Minnie, this toast is still bread and the jam is chutney.
And there appears to be no tea in the tea.
- Minnie, what is the matter? - No, ma'am, please don't ask.
If you ask, I shall have to answer and my mouth don't wanna speak it.
- Please, ma'am.
- Very well.
We shall talk of something else if you so wish.
LAURA: I cannot bear to take it off, ma'am.
Please may I wear it? Just for today.
I would not deny you one more day as Queen of the fair, Laura.
Mr and Mrs Turrill will soon be having nothing but bacon for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Magic, isn't it, ma'am, that they should have won a whole pig.
It is fortunate, certainly, and I rejoice for them, but it is not magic.
- Don't you believe in magic, ma'am? - Minnie, you know full well I do not believe in anything that I cannot see with my own eyes.
Do you believe in science, ma'am? Only I'm making my very own tempestulator for the predicting of the weather.
Oh! That is wonderful, Sydney.
Then you can tell me if it is going to rain on my wash day.
Gabriel, you are writhing, it would seem.
I did not sleep very well.
The rain came in last night.
I think some tiles may be loose in the roof.
This morning I find I can barely move.
Well, the attic is empty, innit, ma'am, upstairs? It is indeed.
But it would not be entirely appropriate.
- Thomas used to sleep there.
- It is not the same thing, Minnie.
- It would not be proper.
- But It is out of the question.
I am sorry, Gabriel.
I will have the tiles seen to to make it more comfortable for you there.
Thank you, Miss Lane.
That would be much appreciated.
(PIG SNORTING) QUEENIE: We shall have us a toad! TWISTER: There's nothing like my Queenie's toad.
Suet pastry light as air.
The juices when you bite into it! THOMAS: Oi, Mrs Turrill! You know your luck, this is a Berkshire.
The meat favoured by Her Majesty the Queen.
This pig, Mrs Turrill, is commonly known as the Queen's pig.
(LAUGHING) The Queen for my queen.
I brought him some turnip tops.
I'm digging over the whole of my patch.
Feel like I have the strength of 10 men.
Funny, innit, how one little word can make you feel mighty.
And what is that word? ALL: Champion! QUEENIE: And never been a truer one.
I cannot tell you, Queenie, how it gladdens my heart and feeds my soul to see good fortune come to good people.
Indeed.
God's universe is a just universe.
Now if God would just make my patch grow.
The leeks are thin as beans this year.
My beans weren't no better than grass.
I fear I may have been unfair this morning to Gabriel.
In truth, the forge is no place for a person to live.
Would it really be so bad for him to sleep in the attic? Thomas would not approve I do not think it would suit Gabriel.
It is awkward to be a guest, to live under someone else's roof.
It is not always comfortable.
And Gabriel and I, we have reached an ease with one another.
I have never been anything but comfortable here, ma'am.
Thank you, Laura.
You are quite right.
I should not make anyone sleep where I would not wish to.
I will invite him in.
And we must simply steer the ship with care.
(QUEENIE SIGHING) Oh, well I suppose the ghost of a good snuff is better than nothing.
(CHUCKLING) We shall have us a toad! Faggots and peas I'll be fat! Fat as a palace cat.
It isn't right! Us with so much and there's Alfie and his brood, don't get so much as a sniff of good meat all the month.
And Emma! Putting her soul into the soil and barely able to scratch together a poultry stew.
What are you saying then? My friends, I have won a pig.
Out of the blue, out of the sky, I have won a pig.
And here's my thinking.
Twister and me, we don't need a whole pig.
A whole pig for two people? For myself, all I need is my ounce of snuff.
(ALL CHUCKLING) - All I need is a toad.
- So I have decided we shall have us a pig feast.
- (ALL GASPING) - MAN: A pig feast? QUEENIE: Like in the old times.
We shall have it on Saturday when the pig sticker's in town.
Everyone will bring what they can and I will bring the pig.
Queenie, no.
It's too much.
Where's the joy in good fortune if you don't share it? Now, children, we must make him good and fat.
We must find him the juiciest berries and the choicest snails.
Come on! ALL: # Oh, when King Arthur first did reign # He ruleth like a king # He bought three sacks of barley-meal to make a plum pudding # MINNIE: Thomas? I like to give Margaret a little gift every now and then as a token of my devotion.
I had thought to pick her some moss rose, but now I see this ribbon in softest duck-egg blue.
Why are you devoted, Thomas? Why? Because she is perfection.
I suppose I am undevoted.
I've never had a crown of roses, nor shall I again.
So I am determined to wear it till it falls apart.
I'm sure I would do the same, had I ever been Queen of the fair.
You are as pretty as a butterfly.
(BELL TINKLING) Good day to you all.
I will take a length of the duck-egg blue, - if you please, Ms Pratt.
- Of course, Mr Brown.
It's a little something for my wife.
A token of my high regard.
How romantic.
Why should the little brown bird not adorn herself? We cannot all be Queen of the fair, but we can make the most of what we have.
(LAUGHS) Beg your pardon? "Little brown bird"? Oh, no, Mr Brown I do not mean it as an insult.
Quite the contrary.
I'm charmed by the quiet beauty of the dunnock.
Indeed, for myself, I find moths far more beautiful than butterflies.
- "Moths"? - "More beautiful than butterflies"? No, Mr Parish, I do not mean to say that Mrs Brown is more beautiful than Miss Timmins.
I should think not.
Oh, no, Thomas, I did not mean to slight Mrs Brown.
It's just that Laura is the Queen of the fair.
She is the prettiest girl in Candleford.
Mr Brown! (STAMMERING) I beg you to accept this ribbon free of charge.
(DOOR SHUTS) (SIGHING) Thomas, Daniel only thought to praise me.
Indeed, I did not know he set so much store by me being Queen.
But I'm sure he did not mean to reproach Mrs Brown.
How could he? She is irreproachable.
She is.
I, sadly, Laura, am not.
- What do you mean? - I should have defended her! "How dare you, sir!" I should have said.
"My wife is the most beautiful of all of God's creations.
" I should have called him a poltroon and a disgrace.
And instead I gaped like a drowning fish and said nothing at all.
You wanted to see me, Miss Lane? Gabriel, I hope you will forgive me for earlier.
You are most welcome to sleep in the attic if you would be more comfortable there.
Thank you.
I am obliged to you.
I would be more comfortable.
I will get my things.
I think it best for us to have some rules by which to live, so that there may be no misunderstandings.
Indeed.
The Post Office demands order, so I would ask you to be tidy.
Of course.
Wednesdays and Saturdays will be your bath nights.
Dinner times are sacred.
- No boots upstairs.
- Very good.
I would be grateful if you would set a good example to Sydney.
No language or smoking or pranks.
But above all, Gabriel, you must make yourself at home.
Thank you, Miss Lane.
Flowers for my lady.
There's cowslip for grace, sweet woodruff for sweet humility and honeysuckle.
A gift from Tristan to his Iseult.
(MARGARET SNIFFING) Thomas, my Galahad.
What news, sweet knight? What news from court? How fare my lord and lady Turrill and their pig? The Turrills are greatly blessed.
The pig is a Berkshire no less.
- A Berkshire? - Yeah.
My grandmother kept a Berkshire.
The tenderest meat.
I have not had Berkshire bacon since I was a child.
You shall have your bacon, my dear.
You shall have whatever your heart desires.
(WHINING) - (PIG GRUNTING) - What? Where are you going? It's fearful cold.
We don't want him catching a chill, do we? I'm coming, my beauty.
I'm coming.
You'll soon be snug and warm, my handsome darling.
Invite him in, why don't you? He can have my cap an' all.
She gave him my blanket off my very back.
ALF: She didn't come yesterday.
Minnie.
She said she would.
Did you hear me? Pigs, in blankets.
What's a fellow got to do for a bit of sympathy? - You didn't come yesterday.
- I was thinking.
I was thinking and thinking what does my Alfie want more than anything? So I bought you some Well, I bought you something for the patch.
You bought me a basket of Minnie! It's just what I need.
I shall have spuds big as a house.
I brought it because I'm devoted, Alf.
So devoted to you, you don't need to worry no more about me.
Because I do believe in you.
I do.
And I always will 'cause I know you ain't got nothing but true bones in your body.
- You do believe in me? - Yeah.
You do believe in me, but you say it like you don't.
No! No, no, it's my mouth! It says things my brain don't mean.
It ain't to be trusted.
I gotta get back.
I gotta make breakfast.
- I only came for a look at you.
- You don't believe in me, Min.
Well, what exactly don't you believe? Minnie! Minnie, if you do not want me to wear the crown, I shall take it off.
- Why would I want that? - Because Alfie is Champion.
Perhaps you wish you would have been Queen.
Oh, I know I ain't no Queen of the fair.
Alfie don't love me for my looks.
He loves me because I'm steadfast and loyal and (SOBBING) Laura, can eyes lie? Only my eyes are telling me they seen something, but the rest of me don't wanna believe it.
Why? What did they see? At the fair, in the shin-kicking, Alfie's foot went over the line.
- You think he cheated? - You didn't see it? - No, I did not.
- Well, then my eyes are lying! Oh, Minnie, I've known Alf Arless since the day he was born and I ain't never known a finer soul.
So did they lie or didn't they? Minnie, you're the truest girl I ever knew.
I am unable to say.
Perhaps you should find someone else to help you solve this problem.
Gabriel is clever, innit? With his sums an' all.
And he is a man.
Mr Turrill! Oh, Mr Turrill, how fares His Majesty? The pig.
Oh, him.
He's dandy, he is.
Pig in boots.
So, now, Mr Turrill, another question.
I wondered if you had thought to sell any of him.
I hadn't thought of it.
Sell him? Sell him for how much? I only need a small piece of bacon.
- A shilling.
- A shilling? (LAUGHING) Mr Brown, it isn't known as the Queen's pig for nothing now, is it? Very well.
One and six.
Yes, one and six as it is for Margaret, my treasured wife.
Selling, is it? Selling him See, I hadn't thought on it, but now I am thinking on it.
And now that I think on it I am thinking.
- Hmm.
- Thomas Brown No, we're not thinking of selling him.
- Ah.
- No, sir.
No, no, no.
He ain't mine to sell, see? He's my Queenie's pig.
No, he isn't for selling.
The pig is not for sale.
All right.
Oh! Mr Turrill? What is it? Your face - Are you quite well? - No! (EXCLAIMING) Here, Thomas Brown, what is this? This feeling.
I've got a feeling all inside me, all welling up in me from the earth, like.
Oh! Yellow it is! Like I've drunk nothing but honey mead all my life.
Like I've got the sun in my bones! (LAUGHING) What is this, Thomas Brown? I cannot divine, Mr Turrill.
It sounds very like the feeling I have on a Sunday after I have prostrated myself before the Lord.
It is a feeling, Mr Turrill, I do believe of virtuousness.
(EXCLAIMING) Virtuous, is it? Virtuous.
Yes! Because I did not sell the pig! - Ah, yes.
- Virtuous.
Now, why did no one tell me it felt like this? I'd have been virtuous all my life if I'd have known.
Hear me, Thomas Brown, from this moment forth Twister Turrill shall be a good man and a blameless husband.
God bless you for that, Mr Turrill.
Mr Brown, are you well? Mrs Brown, she was content with the ribbon? Such a lovely colour you chose.
(THOMAS SIGHING) Mr Brown? My only desire in life, Miss Pratt, is to be a worthy husband to my wife.
But I cannot give her anything she wants, not even a piece of bacon! Bacon, Mr Brown? Well, she has set her heart on a piece of Mr Turrill's pig, but Mr Turrill will not be persuaded.
I cannot persuade him.
I am an errant knave.
But her honour shall not go unprotected.
I shall be her knight yet, indeed I shall.
Somehow.
(LAUGHING) QUEENIE: Now there's a smile to light up the sky.
Oh, Queenie! I've tasted it.
- I've seen it.
- What's that then? I've seen the world how good folks see it, looking out at it straight and strong through my eyes.
Not sideways and sly-like.
Oh, Queenie, it was better than ale.
Better than ale and it didn't cost me a penny.
Who are you? And what have you done with my husband? (QUEENIE LAUGHING) (BELL JINGLING) Mr Parish! Daniel Parish, show yourself, sir.
That is no good, Mr Parish.
I must have satisfaction.
You have insulted my lady.
I must defend her honour.
You are not challenging me to a duel, Thomas? I regret that I cannot, sir, as I do not wish to kill or maim you.
But I must be satisfied somehow! I cannot bear this torment much longer.
Perhaps you could slap Mr Parish smartly across the face with a glove.
Well, I could.
But I fear a slap may cause injury.
You could draw the glove gently across my face.
That is more a symbolic gesture than a punishment as such.
There now, Thomas, do you feel any better now? No, I do not, sir.
I do not think that I will ever feel better again.
Poor Mr Brown, there must be something we can do for him.
I will procure them a piece of the pig.
I will even cook it for them myself.
I may try one of my more experimental recipes.
I have a fancy for pork boiled in milk with celery and oranges.
(SNORING) (SNORING) Gabriel? I have a horrible problem.
Can you solve it for me with one of your dilegams and calacamations? That depends on the nature of the problem.
My Alfie is Champion of the fair.
Only he isn't because he didn't win the shin-kicking, not right and fair.
His foot went over the line and I know because I seen and my eyes didn't lie.
But if my eyes didn't lie, then Alfie must have He is my beloved and if I doubt him, then I must be undevoted and if I'm undevoted, then he can't love me for that's what he loves me for.
Do you see? I regret I do not have a calculation for love, Minnie.
I can only speak from experience and in my experience I've found that blind devotion is no good to anyone.
Are you following me, missus? I am.
Mr Twister.
Mr Twister.
I would like to buy a piece of your pig to cook for the Browns.
I am prepared to pay good money for it.
What do you say to two and six? Two and six? - No! No, no, no, no! - No.
Twister Turrill's a good man now, see.
How very disappointing.
I have the money here in my purse.
It is yours.
All I ask is a small piece of tenderloin.
(EXCLAIMING) No, Miss Pratt! The pig isn't for selling.
The pig is not for sale.
- He will not sell you any meat? - Not even the smallest piece.
Perhaps it is for the best.
My dear sister, you must know You have been blessed with so many gifts Oh.
Cookery is not one of them.
You have no natural sympathy with food.
Indeed there is some enmity there.
Oh? Ruby, please, take it in good heart.
I plead as much for Mr and Mrs Brown as for myself.
Oh, and you, I suppose, are on the best of terms with food? Well, let me appraise you of certain truths, sister dear.
Your gravy is too thin and you always overcook the cabbage and your crackling is, frankly, flabby.
Then you will cook your dish and I shall cook mine and the proof, as they say, will be in the eating.
Oh, Mr Turrill! How do you do, sir? Mr Turrill, let's do business.
Could you be prevailed upon to sell me a piece of your Berkshire? I will give you four shillings for it.
Oh, do not prevail, missus.
Mr Twister.
Mr Twister.
I have a proposal for you.
Mr Twister, I shall give you four shillings and I shall make you a new coat to your exact specifications.
A coat? A coat with pockets? I will give you four shillings and a ribbon for your hat.
Four shillings and four shillings.
Oh, they is prevailing.
Warm coat for winter, warm as a blanket to wrap you in.
Four shillings and four shillings.
Come now, Mr Twister, why do you hesitate? - (TWISTER EXCLAIMING) - Are you quite yourself? Oh, she is prevailing.
Oh, she is overcoming old Twister.
Twister Turrill, you is overcome.
(RUBY SIGHING) (PEARL LAUGHING) Gabriel.
It's jammed again, but I think I have deduced the cause.
I have made a mistake in the construction.
No, don't touch, Sydney.
What I need is space.
Space in which to spread out and think.
A place, moreover, where I may work undisturbed, away from people and their endless problems.
And my kitchen is the place? Miss Lane, it is a liberty I know, but I am so close.
So close to a solution.
I may, perhaps, need to redesign the gear hub.
You know how hard I worked on this.
Well, then, very well.
Ma'am, it's raining.
We'll have to bring the washing in.
Miss Lane, you do not mean to hang it in here? That would somewhat defeat my purpose.
We will hang it upstairs in the attic.
Where I sleep? Indeed.
Yes, of course.
- RUBY: Mr Brown? - Yes.
It is my great honour to invite you and Mrs Brown to come and dine with me.
(LAUGHS) Oh, it was to be a surprise but, Mr Brown, I cannot resist.
Mrs Brown shall have her Berkshire pork.
You have persuaded him, Miss Pratt? Mr Turrill is selling the pig? Mr Turrill is selling the pig.
Mr Turrill does not wish to sell the pig.
Laura, you are shedding petals all over Gabriel's floor.
Soon, there'll be no crown left.
Then what shall I do? There's something so beautiful in the wearing of it.
Laura, beware of vanity.
It makes even the most beautiful unbecoming.
And Daniel is devoted to you, not the crown.
I'm not wearing it to please Daniel.
Have you ever been devoted, Ma'am? Yes, Minnie, I have.
Long ago.
But you ain't devoted now? - No.
- Not even to Gabriel? What a curious question, Minnie! No! I'm not devoted to To Gabriel.
- Whatever gave you such an idea? - But it's all right.
He didn't mind.
When Sydney said, he weren't embarrassed or nothing.
When Sydney said? When Sydney said what? What did Sydney say? I said, my ma loves you.
And what did he say? Gabriel.
How did he reply? He said that in that case, he would have another sausage with his breakfast.
Oh! Did he? He said Oh.
I see.
Must be more air and soil in there now.
You turned it so often.
She didn't come and see me again today.
She said she don't believe in me no more.
I ain't no cheat, Queenie.
She said you was a cheat? - I don't believe it.
- Well, that's what she meant.
How'd you know? You asked her straight? No.
I I ain't been to see her.
And why is that? You've been a champion since the day you were born, Alf Arless.
You need no fair to make you one.
Minnie knows that.
That girl, she worships you.
Well, I don't want her to worship me.
I want her to love me, no matter what.
No matter what? Oh, Alf.
I expect you would like another chop, Gabriel.
Thank you, Miss Lane.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) No Minnie? No.
No Twister neither.
PEARL: Queenie! Who's that? What can she want? Acorns will not fatten him like a milk pudding.
RUBY: Morning.
Barley mash.
The finest feed of all.
I think we know how to feed our pig, thank you, Miss Pratt.
Our pig.
It is Candleford's pig now.
Oh, my.
QUEENIE: Oh, Twister.
What have you done? (CROWS CAWING) (PANTING) Spent? Lost! Gone? I ain't to be trusted! I ain't.
Ne'er do well! Jackdaw! They made me! Them Candleford tykes.
They sweet talked me.
Didn't you understand none of it? These people, our good friends, have stood between us and the poor house.
I've lost count of the times Emma Timmins has given me the meat off her own plate when I had nothing to put on the table.
(SIGHS) Well, you must give these Candleford folk their money back because you sold them something that weren't yours to sell.
Of course.
You ain't got it no more.
You spent it already.
And what have you got to show for it? Nothing.
Poverty lives in you, Twister Turrill.
Only got to breathe on riches, turns them to dust.
Well, you'd better unfix this fix somehow, Tom, because these good people ain't getting a touch of this pig.
This pig is not for sale! (WOMEN GASP) (SIGHS) No, Sydney, no (GABRIEL SIGHING) He has spilt milk all over my blueprints.
I told you, Sydney, not to touch anything.
Gabriel, he did not mean to do it.
It was an accident.
I'm sorry, Mum.
Oh, Sydney, your Tempestulator.
Sydney, Sydney.
You, Gabriel, presume too much upon my kindness.
GABRIEL: Miss Lane.
(DOOR UNLOCKING) You're gonna leave your husband out here all night? I got a new husband.
He's cleaner in his habits and he don't snore so bad.
You may live next door where you belong.
(STUTTERS) Queenie They tempted me.
- They prevailed.
- That's your quarrel.
When have you ever in your life thought on another person? Till you can answer me that, don't speak to me.
(DOOR LOCKING) Here we go.
There's a boy.
Yes, boy.
Yes, boy.
I can't stay out here all night.
I won't last.
I have a sickness in me.
- You ain't well? - Some sickness in my skin.
It hurts to be inside it.
Twister, that sickness, that's shame.
You got something for it? You got a remedy you can give me? There ain't no brew you can drink against shame.
- Not even mead.
- Then what's a poor fellow to do? Every man's shame is his own.
There ain't no cure.
The first thing you got to do is you got to admit it to yourself.
Look at in the eyes.
Then you can stand up and be counted.
Can I have a lie down first? No, Twister, you have to find another bed.
I can't go against Queenie.
You know I can't.
Miss Lane.
She has turned me out.
In favour of the pig.
She ain't wrong, can't apologise without words.
Can't sleep without a bed neither.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR) Ma'am, are my eyes being silly again? Only, I just seen Twister coming up the stairs.
You might as well have my bed, Twister.
I shall work through the night.
But, I Oh.
(SIGHS) Miss Lane, I beg you, don't throw him out.
He has nowhere else to go.
Miss Lane wouldn't turn a poor fellow out in the night.
Indeed I would not, Mr Turrill.
Minnie, back to bed.
Gabriel (WHISPERS) I would have a word, if you please? (GROANS) Gabriel, I must ask you to move back into the forge.
Yes, it is probably for the best.
I am disappointed.
I took you in as my guest for your own sake.
And you have been arrogant, self-absorbed and inconsiderate.
And I will not tolerate any show of temper towards Sydney.
And you have presumed upon my You have presumed grossly.
I was born in a foundry.
My mother always said I was born with something of a furnace in me.
I burn so hot.
I do not seem able to live moderately.
It seems I cannot live without love.
And if I cannot love someone, I must love something.
My work.
And I love it to the exclusion of all else.
Just as I have always loved.
I do not think that is love, Gabriel.
It is passion, yes, but it is not love.
Not as I understand it.
Love is not a selfish need.
It is not a hunger that must be fed.
Love should not exclude.
It should make our lives broader.
Our hearts wider, surely.
What kind of love is it that would lock us away? Remove us from those around us.
What kind of life is it to be alone? Ain't no chance there's a piece of pie, I suppose.
Only I ain't had no supper.
I shall never again be Queen of the fair.
I would not have thought you would care so much for it.
Last night, I opened my window and leant out into the dark.
And the air was full of the scent of new hay and elderflower.
I can't stay here forever.
Everything must pass.
Who can say what is to come? (KNOCKING INCESSANTLY) Miss Lane? (DOOR OPENING) Oh, Miss Lane.
Miss Lane.
Pearl has gone to Lark Rise.
(PANTING) Her dander is up.
She speaks of bringing Twister to account.
"Mr Turrill will not, after all, sell the pig, "for it is Mrs Turrill's pig.
" Miss Lane, Pearl She has drawn her shining sword of justice.
(WHISPERING) She is merciless when her dander is up.
Oh, please, Miss Lane, you are the only one she will hear.
Where is Mr Turrill? He was up at the lark and over to Lark Rise.
Minnie, are you coming to Lark Rise with me? (SIGHING) I've been thinking all night.
My eyes don't lie and my mouth don't lie.
True is all I am.
And if I'm afraid to speak true then I ain't never gonna speak again.
And then how will I make my Alfie laugh? I'll show her.
She'll see this time proper.
She'll see for herself what I'm made of.
That's my remedy.
If anyone thinks I shouldn't be Champion and he wants to challenge me, they know how to settle it.
I'm building a shin-kicking ring.
But, Alf, who thinks you shouldn't be Champion? No one thinks it.
One person thinks it.
She's the only one that matters.
- PEARL: Theft! Yes, yes, it is theft! - Oh, Lord.
You, sir, are a thief! Now, Mr Turrill, you have defrauded us, have you not? - How do you propose to rectify matters? - Look at me, Mrs.
Do I look like I got the means to rectify anything? Your own foolishness is to blame, Miss Pratt.
All of you.
Everyone knows he's a twister.
- Here.
- Oh, now, would you trust you? Pearl, we are to blame.
We pushed him.
We coerced him.
He would not have sold us anything had we not pursued him.
Ruby, whose side are you on? You may come and live here.
And be a true Lark Riser if this is what you believe.
Pearl, please, let us not take sides.
GABRIEL: May I speak? When I first came here, Mrs Turrill let me drink from the well.
Miss Lane gave me occupation.
I believe I've seen the best of town and village.
And I must declare you equal in all things.
In kindness, in compassion, in generosity.
There is a way to resolve this, if Queenie would allow it.
Go on, sir.
You might share the pig.
A pig feast for Lark Rise and Candleford, together.
Well, now, that ain't for me to decide.
I won the pig.
I gave him to Lark Rise.
It's for Lark Rise to say.
You ain't happy, unless you're sharing.
Well, will that be an end to it.
Will you be satisfied, Ma'am? I see there is no other satisfaction I can have.
You must promise me a piece of crackling.
Then we shall share him, sir.
Pig put us apart, only right he should bring us together.
Come on.
- What's this? - Proof.
I mean, I'll show you.
I'll beat any man who cares to challenge me! And then you'll know for sure that I'm the Champion, 'cause I'll be the champion right and fair this time.
And you wasn't before? No, I wasn't.
I was so close.
Only a boot lace away.
And no one saw and, so, I thought that I didn't see it right.
I told myself the line was wrong.
I just wanted to be Champion.
Just for seven days in the year.
Alfie, you're everyone's champion.
Who do they all turn to always? You! And I gotta bear that burden, day in, day out.
I just wanted the glory, see? Without the care.
Just for once.
- (PEOPLE CHATTERING) - (PEOPLE LAUGHING) Aren't you gonna let me have even a taste of the pig? You've got to earn your plate.
(QUEENIE SIGHS) What can I say? You always tells me to hush my coin.
For a minute, I danced with the angels.
I danced with 'em.
Well, I ain't never had plenty, have I? I ain't had nothing for as long as I can remember.
- Not so much as a pocket, nothing.
- (COINS JINGLING) Here, hold on.
What's this here? There you are! I thought I dreamed you.
(CHUCKLES) There's an ounce of snuff for my Queenie.
First thought I had when I held that money in my hand was that empty old snuff box.
Don't need nothing but her ounce of snuff.
Ain't much, is it? But it's more than I gave you.
Oh, Tom.
All you wanted was a toad.
I'm seeing I was selfish to be generous.
I should have given you a toad at least.
What are you talking about? You've given me a whole lifetime, Queenie.
A whole lifetime of riches.
My old jackdaw.
(CHUCKLES) (SIGHS DEEPLY) You need not fear the future, Laura.
I shall be a part of it.
And I shall face it with you.
We shall face it together.
I welcome you all, town and village, to the feast.
Let us give thanks.
Let us give thanks for our friends.
Let us give thanks to God for sending us a pig.
And let us give thanks to the pig, for he has given us the greatest gift of all.
King of the feast! ALL: Pig! THOMAS: Now, then, Mr Parish, we have unfinished business.
I shall have my satisfaction of you at last.
Gladly, Mr Brown.
GABRIEL: Nothing above the knee, sudden death, first one out of the circle loses.
May the best man win.
Mr Parish.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING) (BOTH GRUNTING) (PEOPLE CHEERING) (PEOPLE EXCLAIM) I am satisfied.
I am satisfied.
I I did not maim you at all? No, no, Mr Brown.
Only my pride is wounded.
(BOTH EXHALE) Thomas, sir.
(BOTH SIGHING) THOMAS: It is all over now, my heart's own perfection, but for one thing.
(SIGHS) I have something for you.
Oh.
How very lovely.
My dear? Speak, dearest.
There is nothing you cannot say to me.
Oh, Thomas, I cannot wear this colour.
It makes me sallow and liverish.
Well, in that case, thank you, Amelia-Cordelia will be the beneficiary.
(BOTH CHUCKLE) Good girl.
(TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYING) # When King Arthur first did reign ruling like a king # He brought three sacks of barley meal to make the plum pudding # Apudding it was made and duly stuffed with plum # And lots of suet and pork in it as big as my two thumbs # The king and queen, sat down to it and all the lords aside # I'm wondering what he ate that night The queen this morning cried # The queen this morning cried # (ALL LAUGHING) Goodnight.
(WOMEN GIGGLING) (WOMEN SINGING INDISTINCTLY) You've been in love before, haven't you, Alfie? Yes, Minnie.
Was it nice 'cause This isn't nice, is it? And I thought that was what love was for, to be lovely and make all well, but I ain't never been more queasy.
I know what you mean.
It's so hard, innit? Will it always be like this, do you reckon? Will I always be queasy? Come here.
(MINNIE SIGHING) Sydney, this way if you please, sir? - It's your machine? - (LAUGHS) On the contrary, Sydney, it is your machine.
Mr Sydney's most marvellous Tempestulator.
I must warn you, Miss Lane, I cannot speak for its prognosticating qualities.
(GASPS) It is ingenious.
It is wonderful.
Take it upstairs, Sydney dear, where Minnie cannot break it, mmm? You made it so beautifully.
It was my pleasure.
Truly.
For so long, the world held no interest for me and I didn't even know it.
But here, now, I find delight in the smallest things.
You have brought me back to life.
I did not mean to presume upon you, Miss Lane.
I merely forgot myself in the great pleasure of living here.
Are we friends again? Of course.
(EXHALES) And I am sorry for our quarrel.
I enjoyed every minute of it.
(CHUCKLES) I am moving back into the forge.
It is for the best.
For all these delights, I am, I see, not yet ready to share another's life.
I say that for your sake more than my own.
Then, Gabriel, for my sake, stay.
LAURA: Life could seem humdrum when the fair had gone.
But not to us.
We made our own happiness.
A harder one perhaps, and quieter.
But all the sweeter for that.
Contentment in everyday joys.
And pleasure in the smallest things.