All language subtitles for A Dinner of Herbs by Catherine Cookson _ British Period Drama (2000) S01-E01

I'm going to see the bus.

What?

You're right.

Huh?

No!

That's my name.

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

How's Kate?

I've had a bit of a bad chance, but you know her.

She never let's on.

You all right, huh?

No, I never better.

I love a ten-hour shift at the furnace.

Can't you, sir?

Lucky I don't finish till nine.

Did Mr. Milka have to look at your drawings?

I still got them.

Maybe they'll give you a job as a draftsman?

Ha!

Maybe they'll give them a sack.

Well, Mary Ellen!

Must go.

Someone love to keep, bye!

Sorry, Mr. Stavison.

That's all right, lass.

And why you spend so much time with those two I'll never know.

Mrs. Stavison?

We've been friends since we were little, Roddy and Hal and me.

We grew up together.

And when I look back and remember all the things that happened, I know nothing on earth will

ever come between us.

I can see them.

No, no, no, no.

Want to have a good time, Sella boy?

Sella!

Roddy!

Jesus!

Bella!

Bella!

Winkle!

Take your hands off me!

We're Sally.

And what the hell are you doing here?

Peter!

It's me all right.

Now I won't ask you again.

Where is Sally?

Dead!

Yes.

Look.

Your poor sister's been dead these past four months.

And I've been looking after your lad

out the goodness of me heart ever since.

Dead.

My Sally dead.

It started as a bellyache.

Turned out to be your appendix.

Shoss for a doctor, put it at birth by then.

Blood poison and took her in three days, poor lass.

I did my best.

I passed away in my arms, she did.

And Roddy.

Where's Roddy?

I'm here, dar.

For pity, sir.

What's wrong with you?

So you've been looking after my son, have you?

Been taken care of him.

Don't you go getting at me if you think it's been easy.

Easy!

Easy!

What I think is that you've been drinking yourself

to death at my expense.

Feeling all of the best while Roddy here goes without.

Put yourself in your hands, get set.

Don't hurt yourself.

I'm going to hurt her.

I'll kill her.

Stand away if I'm out the law of you.

You too, man.

Go on.

Go on.

Do right now.

Take your breaths with you.

Go on.

You can tell them I just straight home where you looked after my lads since his mother died.

And tell them how you did it, how the goodness of your heart.

Roddy.

Roddy.

Roddy.

Roddy.

Roddy.

Look at me.

What are these?

They're just stones, huh?

Oh, my gosh.

Can't they live in lightness?

When you're dry?

You wait before I shoot up poorly.

Oh, yeah.

I never realized.

Never knew you were so good.

I've been to one of them for years, sir.

I'm sorry.

But I'll make it up to you.

I promise.

Come on.

Oh, my gosh.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

All that, boys.

What the hell did you do that for?

Dumb, bottom, and pot feeler.

We're bogged.

Give it to me, and you can ride away from here.

And if I don't, I'll shoot you and take it anywhere.

Oh Jesus!

My God, you've killed him.

Do you hear me?

He's dead.

I've got the money putt.

That's what we came for.

Miners!

The shift must have finished.

There'll be more passing any minute.

What are we gonna do?

Nout!

Nobody comes here.

It's too dangerous.

We'll bury in tonight when everyone's at the barn dance.

Come on, over here.

Sally.

My Sally buried in a porpoise grave.

And Bella said there was no money for anything else.

And Bella can go to hell.

As soon as I can,

I'll have her move to Langley Church.

Langley, where are you glued?

It's the only one I know, lad.

And when my time comes,

I want you to see her lie next to her.

Buddy, you know I have to make a living.

Yes, sir.

That's what you've been here to.

I can't do it on the land.

I'm not gonna do it on the land.

That's what you've been here to.

I can't do it on the land.

I'll have to go back to say.

What are my trips that we're shorter?

If I stick to the Norwegian,

I'll find something round the docks when the ice comes in November.

But what'll happen to me while you're away?

Well, the house is worth 150 pounds of a penny.

Cleaned up with a fetch good rent.

Well, I might even sell it.

Either way.

But where will we live, Dad, if you sell the house?

Oh, come on to that.

You're a chance.

Brody, I'm sorry, I didn't.

I just want to be with you, Dad.

I know that, son.

And I want to be with you, but...

Look, when I'm back on shore, I come and see her at Langley every weekend.

You said you couldn't get out of Langley fast enough?

That was a long time ago.

The village itself saw right if you ignore the mine and the smelt milk.

But I don't know anybody there.

I want to stay in the docks.

If you stay here, you'll end up in the house of correction.

After I say Langley, where does he?

Oh, well, that's the best bit.

You'll stay with the witch.

A witch?

Toonfret.

She's a white one.

There's none of this black magic with kip make piece.

And she brews the best ginger ale in all Northumberland.

I won't, Dad. I won't go live with the witch.

Mejas is your badmub's pure magic kit.

Oh, it's more than magic love.

It's got St John's wort, oil of roses...

And a few pounded blackie leaves.

You learn quickly, love.

But if you blab one of my secrets to anyone else, I'll turn you into a frog.

I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what I'll do.

Well, you were for a service kit.

Yes, yes, I was.

That's what brought me up from Yorkshire.

I worked at Highfield Manor for years.

That was before I got caught up with all my pills and repulsions.

Why do you ask?

My mom says, I'm going into service this summer.

Probably with a div since at Lanehead Farm.

Oh, just a few days.

I'll get you a little bit of money.

I'll get you a little bit of money.

I'll get you a little bit of money.

I'll get you a little bit of money.

I'll get you a little bit of money from.

Oh, Jessie Devson's alright.

She'll want a money's worth.

You don't want to work for other people, do you?

No, I don't.

And I don't want to be spending me evenings, black and grey,

so when I could be dancing.

Mary Ellen.

You and your dancing.

Please, Mother, please.

I said no, Martha.

It's a barn dance, not Lord Redmond's ball.

For my red dress is sold and the rest nothing but rats.

Your father bought that dress for you not two months since.

And you've got more good clothes than I have.

Mother!

For the last time, the answer is no.

No, what's this?

It's not my fault.

Mother says I have to wear my red dress to the dance tonight.

And you know how much I hate it.

It makes me look like a cow man's daughter.

It does no such thing.

You'll wear it or stay home.

Cowman's daughter indeed.

With no daughter in mind,

Miss Gondansen looking like she's gone straight from the bar.

Daniel.

What?

Mr. Barneman.

That's the trap.

The Mrs. and Martha are gone shopping in Hexham.

The mind you hold your nerve and stay out to the alehouses.

What's that stink?

It's the smelt milk.

Thanks.

Mind you, there's a place to work.

It's no worse than the mine.

I started work at that mill when I was 16.

I lived in Alan Dillon.

Just be right at me.

Four miles each way or six days a week.

What the fumes in the heat.

Talk about the frying pan into the fire.

Appreciate it.

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if you don't mind.

We dares like you'd be buttoned to take us to the Bondan side.

You do.

Anybody hauled by the name of Kent McPiece?

Peter Greenbank.

Oh.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, it's good to see you, lad.

Is this your boy?

Hi.

Rod, eat your with friends.

11 years old to the day, and almost a man.

Hello, Roddy.

Piss and meet you, Mr. McPiece.

Kate.

Call me Kate.

I know who's this young whipper snap by then.

How are I, St. Cyr?

Oh, Gabriel, Roy St. Slad?

I, sir.

Why, you mean your dog go back a long way?

Sell a little bit before me, will you?

He's away in Newcastle, but I will unassay him.

Thank you, Mr. McPiece.

I best be getting back.

I'll fetch you another bag of firewood on Sunday.

Thank you, lad.

You must be hungry.

Bye. Yeah, we could eat a horse.

Well, I'll see if I can find you a horse.

I could all guarantee it.

Da?

Is that you, Dad?

Da?

Where are you, Dad?

Good boy, Castle.

Good boy.

Where is he, Castle?

Where's my dad?

Where are you, Dad?

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And she's lying in her porpoise grave in Newcastle.

But before I find another ship,

I mean, I move at a Langley Churchyard where come the day I'll join her.

Another ship?

So you're not thinking of coming back here, then?

And the pit or the mill?

Nah.

There's one thing you get to see if you're an out-else kid.

And that's fresh air.

At least when you're top and light.

And you want me to look after the lad?

You know, the old said you could read a man's mind.

It was a lad I never believed it, but...

..every though, right?

Well, if that's what you had in mind, you'd better change it.

I'm past looking after burns.

You better think of something else, Alain.

I've told you, sir, I don't know where he is.

His horse came home without him in Orange Street in the mountains

and told Mr. Morkasta.

Your mother, she died last year, didn't she?

What's that got to do with Gabriel disappearance, Sheriff?

Well, did she or didn't she?

Yes, sir.

So, you'll be missing your dial, then?

Yes, sir. I am.

This business with his horse is just a trick, isn't it?

No.

When's he going to send for you?

How's he going to let you know where to find him?

He isn't.

I wish you would.

Mr. Morkasta, you know me, Dad.

Something must have happened.

What's happened is your dar's stolen, Mr. Morkasta's payroll.

That's a lie.

No, it's the truth, boy.

And unless you help me to find him, he'll go to prison for a very long time.

That's enough, Sheriff.

There's no point in frightening the lad.

Prison is a frightening place, Mr. Morkasta.

And so is the workhouse.

The workhouse?

Well, we can't leave him here on his own, can we?

No, I'm not going to the workhouse.

Your dad will be back on taint the tickets to the barn dance tonight.

There are lads.

Thanks, kids.

Bill and Jane Lee.

Now, they lost their lad to the caller a two years since.

They've got a girl called Mary Erin.

She's got a ton of her clip clouds.

You've got the same age as you.

I don't like girls.

Oh, you'll get on them.

When you reckon they'll take them on?

Well, it's not too long.

Seeing as you and he were such friends.

But you still keep an eye on him, wouldn't you, kid?

Yes, of course I would.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Yes, of course I would.

There's a dancing Langley tonight.

Everyone's going to be there, including the leaves,

so you can talk to them yourself.

And you can ask Mary Ellen for the dance.

Well, you look at pictureless.

Don't forget the silver dance for me.

The first and last father.

Servals and pickaxe and don't be late.

Welcome.

Are you sure you won't change your mind, kid?

No, I can't, Langley.

If I leave this, it'll turn sour.

You two go and enjoy yourselves.

You can have a talk with Bill.

And you can give Mary Ellen a dance.

I hate dancing.

Well, in that case, you can stay here and help me.

Oh, we're done.

We're going to be late.

Oh, God, it's late.

Hello, Martha.

Oh, Henry.

What's all this I hear about Gabriel Royston stealing your payroll?

We'll have to wait and see.

My God, Jim, the volume of the chalom found him guilty.

I need a drink.

Make sure you stay sober, look to her, boy.

Oh, well, you might not be a straight line, mind.

Do you believe it, Mom?

I believe what Mary Ellen.

Mr. Royston, do you think he taught Mr. Newcastle's 300 sufferings?

Well, everybody else seems to.

Why don't you look where you're going?

Why don't you learn the dance?

No, I won't have to.

Mary Ellen.

I don't know where you get it from.

Hey, need that, Mom.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

This is a lot of stuff, but 15 years.

Now, either I'm seeing things, so that's Peter Greenback.

Peter?

Jim?

Jim!

Oh!

Hey, and you're looking pretty whenever.

Why, you've not changed a bit.

And let me guess.

Mary Ellen Lee, the best dancer in London.

Who told you that?

Why, you're a kid, make peace.

Hey, I'm a kid.

I'm a kid.

I'm a kid.

I'm a kid.

I'm a kid.

I'm a kid.

Why, you're a kid, make peace.

And you said, you'd teach I run here next to the Nord time.

Duh-huh!

No, I don't want to.

Of course it is, Stanley.

Not quite as far as soon.

No, more like his mother.

But that's another story.

Now, I hear that against all my advice, you still married to that scoundrel, Bill.

Peter.

So where is he?

Where'd you think?

I don't think so.

Fine, but you've got a brass neck, Peter.

You disappear fifteen years ago with half the lasses in the district after your blood.

And you expect the pig of the bers, if nothing had happened?

I keep your voice down, Bill.

The lad might hear you.

Jen Hardin still flies off the hand of the mention of your name.

I will.

I'm not like that anymore, Bill.

All I want now is to see Roddy's all right before I find another ship.

Well, our Mary Ellen seems to take the shine and I'm nuts for sure.

Well, so does that mean you'd take them on?

For the money I offered?

I couldn't care less about the money, Peter.

It would be good to have a lot of both the places again.

But Jane will have a last word.

Same as ours.

All right.

We'll take him.

Gee, and Lee, I could kiss you.

You better bloody naught.

See, you're going to talk to Peter.

I've always had a soft spot for you to spike your bad habits.

Oh, just make sure he keeps up with his drawing, will you?

I'll take him.

All right.

Well, dear, come on.

You're a good kid.

You're a better bloody naught.

See, you're going to talk to Peter.

I've always had a soft spot for you to spike your bad habits.

Well, just make sure he keeps up with his drawing, will you?

Who knows?

It might keep him out the mill.

Oh, hi.

Jobs for thought that can draw a thing on the ground around here, you know?

You've no romance in your soul, Billie.

My mother warned me, but I wouldn't listen.

Oh, well, the lad looks dead on his feet.

All right.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Mmm.

Ha, ha, ha.

Maybe it was no bad thing, you know.

I'm going off to see like you did.

Well, Mary Ellen, you're looking forward to having another man about the house.

Don't all my hand really thought about it.

Well, considering you're doing like girls and you can't stand them,

then you seem to have spent most of the night on your prints with Mary Ellen.

She didn't give me much choice, did she?

Ha, ha, ha.

Da, you will come home every weekend, won't you?

When we're in a setting and I'm opening the docks.

Of course I will.

What's that, Da?

What?

I thought I saw something.

And the trees.

There.

Where are you?

We're here.

Da!

Two as I say, boy.

That's Dave enough.

Take his legs.

Oh, Jesus.

Run, buddy.

You murdered bastards.

It's a banana, not a fat fella.

And you've done forgive your broyston.

God bless his soul.

Get him!

Get him!

Da!

Run it!

Da!

Da!

Get up, Da!

You killed him!

You killed me, Da!

What are you gonna do with the child?

No!

Get it!

No.

Do as I say!

I won't kill a child.

Now let's give his dog tears to the same.

Bring it up!

Where are they?

They left before we.

Didn't they?

About ten o'clock.

Roddy was worn out, but Mr. Greenbank was...

In high good spirits.

So they should have been back with you by eleven at the latest.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

It's just...

Well I'm not seeing hide in the hair of them, and neither is anyone else.

You know Peter.

I do know Peter.

And if he's sleeping it off under the hedge, he shouldn't be.

Not with a bear.

Roddy's not a bear in Kate.

These days everyone under thirty is a bear in to me, Los.

I think I'll try by the quarry.

Although I doubt it would be even Peter would be daffed enough to come home that way at night.

Bye, kids.

Tell Peter we'll expect him and Roddy for supper.

Mary Ellen, if you've got something to see.

No, ma'am, it's only Mr. Greenbank had drunk north a lot of beer hadn't he?

No, ma'am.

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Oh, my God, no.

Roddy?

Roddy?

Help me, somebody! Help me! Help!

Thank you.

Keep them coming.

MUSIC

One.

MUSIC

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Is he dead?

No, but he's barely breathing.

Get him round to my place.

Dad's.

John, hide down a line and get your opponent, will you?

Doctor?

Hi.

He's gonna need your skills and more.

What about his dad?

You look after Roddy, leave Peter to us.

Go on, kid.

Go on, miss.

God save us all.

Peter.

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I'm sorry, kid.

He's a mess of...

He must have basse his head when he fell.

Take him inside. Put him on the table.

Shall I send for gin?

No.

To help with the laying out, Lake?

No, no. I'll attend to him myself.

And the lad?

Ah, and the lad.

I'll miss you, Peter.

But I'll put your money to good use, I promise.

I know our life's good, dear Hal.

But the thing is, you're gonna meet the best of it.

Believe you or me, you'll be better off at Erbil Hamilton's than in the workhouse.

Don't just stand there, lad.

You're here to work.

No, not the house.

You'll sleep any day, eh?

Mr and piece Peter.

House Roddy?

Oh, the doctor says nothing's broken.

He just won't work up.

Can I see him?

Mary Ellen.

Yes, love.

Go upstairs.

Whatever happens, I'm gonna look after the lad myself.

Oh, Roddy, you were such a bonnie dancer.

Ah!

Ah!

He's awake!

Roddy?

Roddy, are you feeling better, lad?

Of course.

Let's be a kid.

Kate, make peace, remember?

Kate, keep make peace.

But do you remember what happened at the quarry when you fell?

Fell?

I don't know.

Who are you?

I don't know you!

Where am I?

I don't know!

What is it, Feila?

It was open, Langley.

They were all talking.

What about?

The boy is not dead.

Walk on.

We'll call it amnesia.

It's a kind of forgetfulness.

Caused in his case by the knock on the head when he fell.

Yes, I know what it is and what caused it.

What I want to know is how are you going to cure it?

I'm afraid I'm not.

There's no treatment, Mrs. Makepeace.

His memory could come back tomorrow.

Or not at all.

Mother, he's finished!

You look like a new man.

You should have done it years ago.

This is insane.

Whiskers are not, he's going to recognize you.

So what will you do?

Kill him and the old woman on the spot.

Mother of God.

This was your dad's favourite.

You drew it a few months ago.

She was a fine-looking lady, wasn't she?

Oh, she was, Langley.

But you don't remember her.

Oh, don't fret.

Time will heal the hurt and your memory will come back.

Dr. Brunton said it might not.

What then, Kate?

Well, it was a half-nose crunch.

We'll start out on a new road.

Who's that?

We'll start on a new road and just go anywhere.

You might have become an artist or evil a shipwright.

Dan Vanamun.

Dan Vanamun.

I hardly recognized you.

Yet, in respects to Peter.

Why?

He weren't exactly the best of friends.

Well, we're out of moments.

That's all in the past, Kate.

What's that, Dan?

We're here.

Dan, that's a simple...

Run, run.

What are you going to do with the child?

I fell.

Do it!

No, no, no.

They won't kill it twice.

Are you going to do with the child?

No, I'm not there.

You think you're going to die?

No, I'm not.

Dan!

Dan!

No, no.

Keep your food down.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

So, would you let us in?

We'll protect them with your stuff.

No, we can't.

The vicar's taken him to lie in the church because of the lapse.

Oh, the lard, yeah.

How was he?

But he heard I hear.

Well, he heard wrong.

Is it all right?

Kate?

It's lard.

My advice is...

Bloody?

You all right, lad?

Of course, sit down.

I'm Dan Bonneman, old friend of your dais.

You remember me, lad?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

I can't remember anything.

How old are you, Roddy?

He's 11.

Why'd you ask?

I need a lad to help with me, Woodson.

So if you need a start when you're feeling better here.

I'll call it the church, only we're home.

You'll not work for you.

I'd rather put him in the mine or the smelt mill.

You know what's true with this airboat, you kid.

You really are an old witch.

What a storm.

I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.

You're not a storm mill.

You know what's true with this airboat, you kid.

You really are an old witch.

Well, lad, I think it's time you went back to bed.

I do remember, Kate.

What?

What do you remember?

Something.

I remember something.

But I don't know what it is.

I'd like you to stay away, Kate.

I don't know what it is.

Hello, you.

Well, how are you, Sten?

I've lost my dad, too.

I'll be back in time for tea.

The hours you've been spending at Kate these past two months,

you know it'll have to stop when you start at the day ever since.

I'm late.

Mary Ellen, it is just Kate you want to say, isn't it?

Nothing to do with Roddy.

Sorry I'm late.

He's not here, love.

I would be shadow I suppose.

Well, Abel Hamilton is working house so hard,

he's barely got time to breathe.

Little don't run after Roddy.

Where is he then?

Over the quarry.

What about the nettles?

I've been cutting nettles for more than 50 years, lass.

I think I'll manage it now.

Well, come on.

Here you go.

I bet you could draw this quarry with your eyes shut.

I keep thinking it'll make something happen to me,

head Mary Ellen, but it doesn't.

I just want to know what happened to me, Dad.

You know, Roddy, if I could, I'd give you peace in my own memory.

Get off us, leave the lawn.

Sounds like house in trouble.

Roddy leave, come at me.

Ow, I see the job.

Ow!

Go!

Go!

Thanks.

The courtroom by surprise.

You will know Mary Ellen.

All right.

Come on.

I'll get you.

Go on, Bori Fela.

One of them thinks his father's in America.

And the other one kind of even remembers his own name.

Never mind who killed his dad.

There's a scholarship scheme.

Scholarship?

Can't I believe it?

You've got art school.

Oh, this is wonderful news, lad.

I miss Go.

Bye, God is caught a well.

Dan Banneman's daughter, Martha.

It seems you have an eye for poor traits as well, Mr Greenbank.

And for a pretty girl?

Roddy's God is eye on someone else.

No.

All you've ever wondered is to possess Roddy.

Mind, Bori and Saul will he go the wrong way about it?

I hate you, Haraison.

Do you hear me?

I've always hated you and I always shall.

Get it into your head, Mary Ellen.

I'm fond of you, but not in that way.

Please go of my arms, baby.

Check your hands off my daughter, Greenbank.

You don't frighten me.

You hear me, Banneman?

I'm not a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

I'm a good girl.

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