All language subtitles for The.Little.Minister(1934).eng

Is the new minister married?
I hear not. What a scramble
there'll be among the spinsters.

He's little more than a laddie!
I'm thinking he's too small.
Where's the reverence?

We should have chosen the long
candidate from Aberdeen after all!

No, we got the pick of the lot.

I tell you, he prays like one
giving orders. Ah, well, we'll see!

Thank you.

Does my hat make me look taller?
Aye, you're almost long today.

Welcome, Mr Dishart.
Welcome to the Auld Licht Manse.

Thank you, Mr Carfrae.
This is my mother.

How do you do, Mrs Dishart?
How do you do? Come in. Thank you.

Outta ma way,
ya pudding-headed policeman!

Will you take a chair?

I hope you will be as happy here
as I have been.

It's like a dream.

The first time I entered this room,
I decided to cut down that cherry
tree because it kept out the light.

It outlives me - I grew old
while looking for the axe.

Yes, Jean? There's several folk
at the back door. Would you give
them water outta the well?

Some of the pumps is locked
on account of the dry weather.

Oh... Tell them to help themselves.

There's scarcely enough
for ourselves.

I should tell you that three of them
is no members of the Auld Licht
congregation.

One even belongs to the UP church!

Let that make no difference.

A pail full for Auld Lichts -
all other denominations, one cup.

Good day, Mr Dishart.

Gavin! Gavin! Ta think...

It's all come true!

Your own church!

Oh, the years I've lived
for this day.

And the sacrifices you've made.

Mother, now you'll have eggs
every morning.

You're mistress of Auld Licht Manse!

The Auld Licht Manse!

Gavin, how many rooms are there?

Five. Five? Oh, it'll seem large
at first but you'll get used to it.

And you shall have a silk dress
with beads on it! Gavin, stop!

Not another word do we utter
till we say a prayer of thankfulness.

Gavin... Do you think
I could have a new bonnet
with blue trimmings on it?

My old one wouldna go very well
with the silk dress.

You shall have blue feathers
if you want.

I entreat you, cherish the goodness
that is in your hearts.

Listen to the voice of conscience
for it's the safeguard of humanity!

Our text this morning
keeps before us the fact

that sinners have the scripture of
promise, rebirth and regeneration.

They need never despair,

never be without hope of redemption
from the sin in which we're born.

We were all born in sin. Aw!

Come home, Father.

Go away, Micah!

Our sins are never too great
regards mercy,

but if a man have many sins
or only one sin!

Say it is the sin of drunkenness,
and he remains unrepentant,

that sin will utterly consume him!

Does anyone desire
to be consumed by drunkenness?

If you're referring to me, Minister,
I'd rather consume the drink!

Come forward.

Come forward, Rob Dow!

You hulking man of sin!

Sit on the stair and attend to me

or I'll step down and run you
out of the house of God!

Sit down!

And now, my friends...

Again, I remind you...

There is no need to despair.

Up then, poor soul!

Throw off this vile habit dragging
you down! It is not too late.

There is yet time to stand
four square with the world.

To look your fellow man in the eye
and cry, "I too am a man!"

Any man who can bring Rob to his
knees is one to be reckoned with.

When Rob interrupted the service,
I felt awfy sorry for Mr Dishart

but he didnae need our sympathy.

He disnae lack courage to stand
up to a drunken hulk like Rob Dow!

Aye, Tammas! He has the gift!

Thrums is such a quiet-like place.

They said in Glasgow it was a call
from the mouth of hell. Cruel words.

There was an ugly outbreak
two months ago - manufacturers
reduced the price of the web.

To a town of weavers, it meant
starvation. What did they do?

Turned on the manufacturers,
made a bonfire of their doors.

Six policemen were sent back
tied to the seats of their cart.

Policemen?
And no-one has been punished?
Not yet but the sheriff is canny.

He'll come at night with soldiers
and seize the ringleaders in bed.

I cannae see why Widow Henderson
disnae give old Sam a headstone.

He left enough money, I'm hearing.

That's Lord Rintoul's castle. Oh.

Have you ever looked on the lord? No.

Or on the lord's young ladyship? No.

I have. Have you?

Rintoul is old and he's to be
married to a young ladyship.

Of course, she's no her ladyship yet
but they're to be married soon.

So I may say I've seen her ladyship.
Aye, it's an impressive sight.

SINGING

Is that singing?

Aye, it is singing surely!
And on the Sabbath!

Must be one of
them Egyptians in Tarram Wood!

I'll find out
who's desecrating the Sabbath day.

SINGING CONTINUES

SHE STARTS SINGING AGAIN

Woman!

It's unlawful
for gypsies to be here.

Have you not read
the sheriff's proclamation? What?

Have you not read
the sheriff's proclamation?

I dinnae ken how to read.
I'll read it to you.

"Warning! All gypsies...

"and other wandering vagrants found
trespassing in the parish of Thrums,

"will be arrested
and summarily dealt with..."

Woman!

What have you got?
Fifteen-two and one for the last.

Fifteen two, fifteen four,
fifteen six, eight and ten...

Eighteen!

Fifteen two, fifteen four, fifteen
six, fifteen eight and eight...

are sixteen! Cribbage
is a game of skill, Evalina.

I wonder where Barbara is?
Your fiancee has not yet
returned from her walk!

Try to accept my betrothal
with a little better grace.

Captain Halliwell
and the sheriff to see you. Ah!

Lord Rintoul! How do you do?

This is my sister, the Lady Evalina.

We'll teach the weavers
they cannot flout the law
without suffering the consequences.

Is everything arranged? Yes, we
have the names of the ringleaders.

We'll move in after sunset and
take them unawares as we did before.

We must be careful - I do not think
they intend to be taken again
quite so easily.

I have reason to believe they've
made preparations. Preparations?

To resist my men?
I'm afraid so. Rest easy -
we shall take them by surprise.

We shall have the offenders in
the lockup in no time at all.

Well, I hope so.

Eh, Mr Dishart? Hello, Wearyworld!

I was just going out for a breath
of air. Rab Dow's compliments.

He says if you're not there
within an hour, he'll break out
the drink again. I'll go at once.

You'll let me go a bit with you?
Of course.

Till Rab sent me on this errand,
not a soul has spoken to me this day.

Many have I spoken to but not a man,
woman or bairn would fling me a word.

I've often meant to ask, Wearyworld,
why are you so unpopular?

I'm polis, the first ever in Thrums.
Didn't the people appoint you?

Aye! They're the ones that look down
on me as a disgrace for accepting.

Even my wife is short with me
when I've got on my uniform.

It'll be a consolation you're
discharging useful duties. I'm no!

Charles Dixon says the sight of my
uniform rouses his anger so much,

that it makes him smash windows!

A peaceable man till I was appointed.
But they recognise your authority.

They wouldnae even come to
the lockup after I lay hands on them.

Do they say they won't come?
Catch them saying anything.
They give me a whap into the gutters.

If they spoke, I wouldnae complain.
I'm sociable. I can see... Evening.

Well, it was pleasant
tae crack a word wi' somebody.
I'll be on ma rounds now!

Ah, it's a weary world,

when nobody bides you in it.

Micah?

Father put me out!
He's been talking and arguing
with the deevil for an hour!

Don't be frightened.

Rab...

Oh, it's a weary world.

WOMAN SHOUTS

In the name of the law,
did onybody say onything?

Och, it's just a gypsy body.
I'm the polis!

Oh, I didnae ken. Please, Mr Polis,
dinnae take me to the lockup.
I'll go away. No hurry.

Stay and talk and maybe Wearyworld
won't be hard on you. Sit doon.

Sit doon.

Never be a polisman, lassie, or
you'll have feet like nobody else's.

Aye, but it's grand work!
A great responsibility! Och!

Are ya here in case
the soldiers come? The sodyers?

I hope I'm a thousand miles away.
Ma heart's wi' the weavers
but ma duty's wi' the law.

Three blasts of the weaver's horn
will loose a bees nest in Thrums.

I'll be in the middle!

Three blasts on the horn?

Aye, a signal horn in the Auld Mill.
Everybody knows except the minister.

He's all for peace
so nobody tells him.

You mean the little minister
with the twinkle in his eye?
I mean the Reverend Mr Dishart!

Come along, lassie, and walk with me.
Maybe you'll gimme some of your gab.

If that disnae beat all!

Oh... Please, sir, don't hand me to
the sheriff. I've lost ma way!

Oh, perhaps I can help. You can if
you tell me where the Auld Mill is.

The Auld Mill?
Aye, I'm to meet my sweetheart...

I mean my father there.

I cannae even find the place.

I pass it on my way.
I'll direct you.

Oh, you're kind, sir.

I say...

I take it you must be the new
little minister I hear talk about.

I'm the new minister.

Do they say "little" minister? No,
that was my fault. It popped out.

It wasnae meant uncomplimentary.
You're just the size I like.

Oh, they say bonnie things
about you. That is, the lassies do.

Would you like to hear?

I didnae hear you.
You would or you wouldna?

I've said nothing. I don't want to
tell you if you dinnae want to hear.

They say you're against the weavers
fighting the soldiers if they come.

I'm against fighting. Even when
they're right? Fighting won't help.

Here's the mill.

Yo!

They're not here
but they've left the horn.

It's our way of calling each
other - they'll be looking for me.

HORN DOESN'T SOUND

Give it a blow so they'll find me.

Can't you blow yourself?
It's your way of calling each other.

But I'm fair out of breath
from taking such long strides.

It's hard for a lassie
to keep up wi' a man.

SHORT BLAST

There. Now that was barely a toot.
Could you blow a wee bit louder?

It takes a strong man
to blow a lusty blast!

I am a strong man! Aye, sir!

LOUD BLAST

They must have heard that.
Again. No, that must suffice.

If you're tired... Tired?

LONG, LOUD BLAST

That was grand.

DRUMS
What's that?

That's them. Goodbye and thank you.

DRUMS DROWN SPEECH

Hurry!

Hurry, we need you here!

Hello, doctor.
You'll be proud of me this night.

If you're wise, you'll go home.

Hey, hey, hey, McCallum...!
Hey, Mrs MacIntosh...!

Throw away your weapons! It's ma
duty to arrest any man wi' a weapon.

Go home and go to bed!

You'll find your comrades
gathered at the brae.

What's happening?
The soldiers are coming!

And mind you,
let no man tell the name of any
that took part in the last riots!

Remember, you're all dumb cretins
and don't know who tied
the policemen to the cart.

Andrew Struthers...! Rob Dow...!

Snecky Hobort...! Hendry Munn...!
Tammas Whammond...!

And all of you who are Auld Lichts!
Lay down your weapons!

Let me have my fling this night
and I'll bide sober for 12 months!

Oh, Rob! Rob!

You're the man I prayed with
an hour ago.

Aye... Down with your weapons
or I'll brain you wi' 'em!

Aye, lay them doon
but keep your feet on them.

If you fight, your wives and
children may be shot in the streets.

The soldiers come for a dozen. Will
you benefit if they take a hundred?

Aye, harken to him!

There's the gypsy.
Aye, she'll tell us.

If I was a man, I wouldnae
get caught like a mouse in a trap.

How dare you! What kind of women
let men go to jail when a bold
front can lead them to safety?

This abandoned woman is inciting
you to riot. You know I wish
you well. There's not much time.

The soldiers will be here
afore you know it. Don't listen!
She tells the truth!

You all run in different directions,
you're lost.

If you keep together, you can force
a way into the country and scatter.

A good plot. That's what to do. No!
The truth is not this wicked woman.

The soldiers!
The soldiers are coming!

They're here!

You see! You see! Lay down your
weapons! Come along! Follow me!

Women! Get stones!
The bigger, the better!

See how she flouted me? I did.

Charge when I give the order...!
Now!

Men get ready to run!
Women, dinnae go till I say!
They'll fire! Dinnae fear!

Let fly!

Don't fling your stones!

Turn them down the brae!

Advance and hem them in.

Oh, if I could only fling straight.
Here, get him!

Woman! You're a dear!

Only six prisoners, your Lordship.

It's all been a fiasco because
you did not take them by surprise!

The soldiers wouldn't spread it.
They didn't know their destination.

We'll find out something
when we lay our hands on that gypsy.

Lord Rintoul?

Yes? I am Gavin Dishart,
the Auld Licht minister.

I am happy to know you, Mr Dishart.

This is the sheriff and Captain
Halliwell. How do you do?

You did well tonight in the interest
of peace and order. Thank you.

I'm afraid the gypsy had
more influence than I had.

You don't happen to know
who gave the warning signal?
Signal? What signal?

The horn. Three blasts of the horn.
Horn...

Three blasts...

No.

I didn't know.

You look very tired, Mr Dishart.
Yes... Yes, I am.

I came to ask you
to be as lenient as you can
with these men you've arrested.

They're so easily misled...

As we all are.

They will not be dealt with
too harshly.

They must learn not to throw stones
at soldiers. You're right, of course.

If you pardon me, I shall go.
Good night, Mr Dishart. Good night.

And let me thank you again for
all you did for us tonight. You set
a wonderful example. Thank you.

Halt!

UPPER-CLASS ACCENT:
The soldiers, dear.

It's you, Mr Dishart and your lady.
No-one passes unless we know
who they are.

You haven't found the gypsy?
We'll get her soon.

I thought I might help these people
but I can do so little.

Well, your husband...
Uh... Did you say something?

Yes... I agree.
We needn't detain the captain.

I'm only a sergeant, ma'am.

Oh, and how long are you
to remain in Thrums? A few hours.

If it were not for the gypsy,
we'd be gone.

She'll never slip through
your fingers.

Sergeant, I must... Indeed, dear.
You're tired.

Good night. Your servant,
Mrs Dishart. But... Come, love.

You, woman!

It was beautiful! It was iniquitous.

And I, a minister!
You can't help that!

No blame attaches to me. No, you
couldn't help being a minister.

You could help me.
Thank you so much. Don't dare
thank me. I forbid it.

Why didn't you hand me over then? I
didn't have my hand over your mouth.

It's all over and no-one will know.
You're not angry with me, are you?

Angry...! I was afraid you were.

No, they're not gone. It's not too
late. Why don't you shout to them?

I do not understand you.

In the square, you spoke broadly.

You fling a cloak on and you're a
lady. Maybe the cloak bewitched me.

Aye, it was just the cloak! For noo,
I'm a pair ignorant lassie again.

My certy but claithes
does make a difference to a woman.

This is sheer levity. Goodbye!
If you're not to give me up.

I'm not a policeman.
Surely we part friends then? No!

I hope never to see your face again.
I cannot help you not liking my
face but there's mud on your own.

Soldiers on the hill.
I cannae escape. There's no
other way. Help me again.

Why do you do that?

She'll see us. She?
Oh, your... My mother.

Oh, only your mother?

Only? She may suffer
more than you for your behaviour.

How? If you're caught,
won't they discover I helped?
You said you didn't.

Yes, I helped you.

What would they say if they knew
you'd called yourself my wife?

I'm sorry. It's not the punishment
from men I'm afraid of...

But from my conscience.

No, that's not true. I do fear
exposure for my mother's sake.

She's had such trials
as you cannot know of.

Now when I'm able to do something
for her, you destroy her happiness.

You have her life in your hands.

Where are you going? To give myself
up. Don't worry - I'll clear you.

Stop!

Hide in the manse garden -
nobody will look for you there.

You're a good man. I like you.
Don't say that.

Here's the summer seat. I believe
you've liked me all the time.

Can a man like a woman
against his will?

Of course he can.
That's the nicest way to be liked.

Good night.

You will find my text
in the book of Ezra.

The eighth chapter.

Stop making a windmill of your Bible.

That's Chronicles.

There is Ruth when she isn't wanted.
But it looks as if Ezra
had jumped clean out of the Bible.

You will find my text in Genesis.

The fall of man
through the temptation of woman.

"When woman saw the tree was good
for food and pleasant to the eye,

"she took of the fruit thereof
and did eat and gave also to
her husband and he did eat."

Until a woman
ate of the tree of good and evil,
there was no sin in the world.

Adam was an erring man,

but beside Eve, he was respectable.

This errand wouldn't seem so
unpleasant to you if you smoked.

Going to the poor house
is bitter medicine for old Nanny
or any woman to take.

After all, the poor house
is not a jail.

Am I deaf in my left ear too?

Mr Dishart...

Were you ever in love?

Never!

Well, well! Don't terrify the horse!

Maybe I should have come alone.

If you pray,
she's sure to break down.

Couldn't you pray cheerfully? You
don't look very cheerful yourself.

Nonsense! I have no patience
with false sentiments.

Nanny, see! I've brought Mr Dishart
with me. Thank you kindly, sirs.

Please take a chair. No, Nanny,
it's best we go at once. No! No!

Nanny, remember what I told you
about the poor.

The place is a fine house and you'll
be happy in it. Aye, I'll be happy.

If I could just stay here
though I wasnae happy.

Think of the fine food - broth every
day. It'll be terrible enjoyable.

There'll always be pleasant company.

After you've been there a week, you
won't be the same woman. That's it -
I'll be a woman of the poor race.

Oh, Mither, Mither!

You little thought when you bore me,
that I would come to this.

Well, we must go.
Put on your cap, Nanny.

I dinnae need to put on a cap.

I've got a bonnet.

Are you sure there's nobody looking?

Nobody in sight, Nanny.

I'm a base woman no tae be thankful
tae them that's been so good to me.

Oh, Mither! I wish terrible
they'd come and taken me at night.

This is more than I can stand.

I've tried ye, sir,
but oh, I'm grateful.

And I'm ready now.

I cannae help it.

Have pity on her, oh, God.

Oh, God, do you mind?

This is no place for you. Oh...
They're taking me to the poor house.

Dinnae let them. How dare you!

You don't see. I see two men
dragging a poor, weak woman away.

You poor dear! I won't let them
take you away. Go!

Sympathy is not what she needs.
And you who live in luxury
would send her to the poor house.

Mr Dishart gives much to the poor -
he won't be preached to by a gypsy.

We're waiting for you, Nanny. Aye,
I'm coming. I have to go, lassie.

No, you're not going. It's these
men who are going. Go and leave us.

And you will take care of Nanny...
Aye! Where's the money coming from?
Oh, the money... I'd forgotten...

Seven shillings a week!
Oh... Is that all?

She shall have it. When? At once!

No, it's no possible tonight but
I'll bring five pounds tomorrow.

No, I'll send it.
No, you must come for it.

You will meet me Tuesday this hour
at the Auld Mill.

How can a vagrant have five pounds
when she hasn't five shillings?

Look at my ring!

Do you know its value?

There's a quirk in this.

Mr Dishart, give Nanny your arm.
I'll carry the box.

Unless you trust this woman's word!

You do trust me.

Yes... I trust you.

You daren't meet this gypsy! What'll
they say in Thrums? Send someone.

No...

He must come himself... Alone!

So be it! I hope her stocking is
full of gold for your sake, Nanny.

Now that I'm here,
I'll make a call down the road.

Will you come, Mr Dishart?

No, I'll walk home, doctor. Well,
will you come outside a minute?

Who is she? You saw how easily she
put the Scotch tongue on and off.

She's as much a mystery to me
as she is to you.

I dare say she's a wealthy gypsy
from the south.

They're said to have a very grand
manner when they like.

A man's second childhood begins
when a woman gets hold of him.

Oh, don't alarm yourself
about me, doctor.

Ah, well! Good luck.

But be wary.

Nanny and I are having a cup of tea.

Do you think we should invite
the minister? We couldna dare!

Excuse her for the presumption.

Dinnae be so free -
he's the Auld Licht minister! Oh!

There isn't any water.
Well, get some.

Lassie, mind who you're speaking
tae! To send a minister to the well?

I will go.

Where's the well?
Give me the pitcher, Mr Dishart.

What talk there would be
if you were seen.

Don't you think so?

Nanny, how can you follow our
conversation when you listen only
to Mr Dishart? What?

She was saying... I was saying
he's married. He has no wife.

No? I did wonder at any mere woman
daring to marry such a minister.

One of the soldiers told me about
his wife. Mr Dishart introduced her.

Sodyers?
Never trust a sodyer, lassie.

Nanny, I was told that she was
rather like me. Heaven forbid! What?

I'm no meaning you're no
the bonniest lass I ever saw,

but you'd know
his contempt for bonny faces
if you'd heard his sermon.

Excellent cup of tea.
When did he preach against women?

Oh, it was long ago. It was the
Sabbath after the sodyers were here.

The day you changed your text. I
forbid you to repeat that story.

Why did you change text,
Mr Dishart? I...

I suddenly thought of a better one.

Well, I must go. I too.

Which way do you take? Not yours.
I go into the wood and vanish.

Good day. Thank you for your
kindness. I have peace to the end
of my days. I wish the same to you.

I've read my fortune, Nanny, and
there's not much happiness in it.

I hope that's not true.
Do you really care? Yes, I care.

Because you don't know me.
Because I do know you.

Well you misunderstand me less than
those that have known me longer.

Babbie...
I'm glad to hear you say that.

I thought you didn't really like me
as you never called me by my name.

That wasn't so. I dare not say your
name or I would have said more...

Oh, I was wrong.
You don't understand me at all.

Oh, good day, Nanny.
As soon as I have the money,
I'll bring it to you.

Oh, what a pity he's a minister!

Rob, you're just in time
to hear a query about the minister.

Mr Dishart has fallen in...
What do they call it, Henry?

In love.

Now we know
what he was doing yesterday.

Who's the woman?

Aye, who is she?

If we only knew!
That's what we've been asking.

If you ken nothing about her,
how do you ken she exists?

We know all about her,
except who she is.

We also know
the minister's acting strange.

I saw him come out of the manse and
walk right into a gooseberry bush.

I saw him come down
the school road this morning
and the wind blew off his hat.

The wind's always looking for hats.
But I dinnae like the way
he ran after it.

He couldnae afford to lose his hat!

Aye, but he should've
run after it more reverently -
not that I'm criticising!

Criticising! You Auld Lichts
make an idol of the man.

It's true...

Aye, but we canna help it.

Yet if he were to be led astray,
I'd be the first
to cut him out of my heart.

I'd rise against him

and the whole congregation would
rise wi' me and pronounce his doom.

Tod, man, you make me shiver
tae the marrow.

Yes, I believe in you,

but henceforth you must send your
money to Nanny by another messenger.

You're a gypsy and I'm a minister.

I refuse to see you again.

I'm not angry with you
but as a minister...

SINGING

What are you doing up there?
Come down at once.

# Come doon, come doon,
Lady Margaret, he said... #

If you don't come
and give me what I came for...

# I wouldnae kiss thee, great Argyll
I wouldnae kiss thee fairly... #

You've brought me here
to make fun of me.

I'm coming doon
and I've got the money.

Did you know
you were speaking to yourself?

You're mistaken.
I was speaking to you.

There's a difference between gypsies
and ministers. But I'll overlook it.

I cannot allow you to talk
disrespectfully of my calling.

It's the highest a man can follow.
One must be clever to be a minister.

Oh... It must be nice to speak to
people who cannot answer or leave.

Is it true that before you start
to preach, you lock the door
to keep the congregation in?

I must leave if you talk that way.

Well, I... I only wanted to know.

Tell me who you are, Babbie.

I want to know your people,
your father and mother. Why?

Because I like their daughter.

You are really good
but you will never know my parents.

Are they dead? Maybe.

But the time has come when I must
know everything of you there is.

You're no gypsy. No?
That dress is but a disguise. Oh...

Where did you get the ring? Why...
Tell me. I must know. Must know?

Where did you get the ring?
Good afternoon to you.

It's not good afternoon.
It's goodbye unless you answer.

As you please. I will not tell
where I got my ring -
it's no affair of yours.

Yes, Babbie, it is.

Well?

I thought you were going?

I was...brushing my hat.
Do you want me to go?

You can go if you like.
But you said...

No, I didn't.

You... You're crying!

Because you're so unfeeling.

What have I said? What have I done?
I should have gone away. Oh...

You're hard-hearted and cruel.

What have I done? You wished you'd
gone away. You asked me to go.

How can you say that? Oh!
I thought you did.

Now you're unhappy.
Babbie, I'm a hopeless lout.

No, you're really not. Babbie...

I...

I've never kissed a woman before.
Before what, Little Minister?

Oh...

Oh!

Oh...!

If I were a man, I'd choose to be
everything I'm not and nothing I am.

I would scorn to be a liar. I would
fight the world honestly but...

But I'm only a woman and so...

That's the kind of man I'd like to
marry. A minister may be all that.

He could not spend his days
in idleness. I do not.

He must be a leader. Ministers are.
Makes his influence felt. Assuredly.

Takes the side of the weak
against the strong. Always.

Has a mind of his own in front of...
His congregation.

He must understand. I do. Make me do
his bidding. Thrash me. If you won't
listen. Not be tempted. Weakness.

He must be my master. Your lord and
master. Babbie... I am that man.

If you'd come home, the minister
wouldna ken you took a wee dram.

I don't care what the minister kens.

He's no the man I thought him.
Be off with ye.

This is what
your conversion amounts to!

All Mr Dishart has done for you! You
should run past the public houses.

It's him sends me running to them.
Why are you speaking against
the minister?

Say that again and I'll do to you
what I intend for her. Who is she?

Who is what? The woman that the
minister... Nothing aboot a woman.

I'll swear I never saw them together
at the Auld Mill. The Auld Mill?

Poof! You only mean the Egyptian.

Make your mind easy about this, Rob.

I know he met her. He's bewitched!

I saw him try to put his arms
around her at the Auld Mill.

No, doctor. I'm drunk. Roaring
drunk. It wasnae the minister I saw.

It was another man.

HE MUMBLES

Was that lightning?

There won't be any more.
Good night. Good night.

Don't sit up any later. No.

Babbie, what is it? Nothing.

I must go.

Babbie, what's happened
to bring you here at this hour?

I thought that you'd be glad to
see me. I'm very sorry to see you.

Then I'll go at once.

Yes, you must go at once.
Then I won't. Yes, you will.

Henceforth, you must do
as I see fit.

Since when
have you taken command of me?

Since a moment ago
when you let me kiss you. Let you?

Oh, you did it yourself.

I was very angry.

No, you were not.

Come... I'll carry the lantern.

You're not going with me.

But I am. Oh, but I won't let you.

When I say I'm going, I mean I'm
going. Take my arm. No, I won't.

Take my arm.

Your hat! What? Your...

Oh!

Don't you care? No. Oh, dear.

Wait, I see someone coming.
I've seen him for some time.

There'll be an uproar if he sees us.

I cannot help that.
But why should you suffer for me?

You're mine.

Mr Dishart?

Good evening, doctor.

I met Mr Dishart...
You must wonder why we're here.

You needn't explain.
I'm not your congregation.
That's true. I'll explain nothing.

If you're going past Nanny's
cottage, can I walk with you
to save Mr Dishart the trouble?

Aye, I'm going past Nanny's.
Take my arm.

Tomorrow, dear...
I'll come to Nanny's after church.

Good night, Mr Dishart.

You love him too. I do that.

There's trouble ahead for him
if he's tangled up with you.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

G-A-V-I-N - Gavin Dishart.

Babbie Dishart...

Oh, the very, very,
very, very, very, very,
very reverend Mrs Gavin Dishart.

< SOBBING

Why are you crying, laddie?

I'm no crying.

What's your name?

Micah's my name
and Rob Dow's my father.

And he's taken to the drink again.

What are you doing up there?
I'm wishing.

It's a wishing stone. You're
wishing your father wouldnae drink.

Nah, I'm no. There was a lang time
he didnae drink.

But the woman led him to it again.

It's about her that I'm wishing.

I'm wishing she was dead.

What woman?

I dinnae ken. But she's a bad one.

Did you never see her in your house?
No, if she ever came there,

he would break her over his knee.

But how can she have
such power over him?

It's no him that she has hold of.
Who is it? It's Mr Dishart.

How could that send your father
to the drink?

Because my father's
terrible fond of him.

When the folk find out
about the woman, they'll
stone the minister out of Thrums.

Why do you run from me?

I'm feared of you. You're the woman.

What makes you think that?

Because you're so bonny.

You might go away
if you kenned what a difference
Mr Dishart made in my father.

How have you such an ill will
at the minister?

If any shame comes to the minister,
his old mother will die.

I'll give you my rabbit
if you'll go away.

I've just the one.

Oh, well... I'll give you them both

though I'm might sorry
to part with Spotty.

Keep your rabbits, laddie
and cry no more. I'm going away.

And you'll never come back no more,
all your life?

Never no more, all my life.

And you'll leave the minister alone
forever and ever?

Forever and ever.

We could go to Paris and go to the
opera. Is this a secret, Barbara?

Nothing at all, Evalina.

I was merely saying Paris would be
a wonderful place for a honeymoon.

Paris is a long way off.
And so, alas, is our honeymoon.

It needn't be.

Oh...

Do you mean, sir, that
I may marry you tomorrow if I wish?

I do, Barbara. Then I accept.

An unseemly subject
about which to jest.

I was not jesting.
Nor am I, Evalina.

I think we've delayed long enough.

Why shouldn't we be married soon?
Not tomorrow, naturally, but...

..in a fortnight, say.

Oh, please don't object.

Everything can easily be got ready
and it is so dreary waiting.

If my brother wishes to rush into
marriage, it's no concern of mine.

Are you really impatient to marry me?

Aren't you impatient to be away
from here yourself? Yes, I am.

Marry me in a fortnight, Barbara.

In a fortnight, in a fortnight,
in a fortnight, I'll marry you!

We can put Rob Dow in jail for this.
I was trying but he wouldnae come.

Good day, doctor.

How are you, Tammas? Would you
like to see the bump on ma heed?

What can I do for you, Tammas?

Nothing for me, doctor.

But the elders of Auld Licht think
you should call upon Mr Dishart.

He's no very well.

What's the matter?
That's for you to tell us.

It might be overwork,
then again, it might not.

If it's serious, he'll send for me.

He doesnae think he's sick.
Perhaps he isn't.

If he isnae, he's in a worse state.
I only hope he is sick.

I'll come back and explain meself
later when you're alone.

Huh! He doesnae want me tae hear
but I could tell him more
than he could tell me.

What can you tell about Mr Dishart?
Two nights ago in Carron Wood,

I heard the minister ask the gypsy
chief if he knew the whereabouts
of the Egyptian woman.

He called her Babbie.

See that? Aye.
If you repeat that to anybody,
I'll cut your throat. Understand?

How could I repeat it, doctor?
Nobody speaks or listens tae me!

Me lord, you shouldnae come in here.

It's bad luck to see the
wedding gown before the ceremony.

I couldn't wait to see how
you'd look tomorrow. It's lovely.

Well...

I'm sorry.

You're tired, my dear.
I'll sew the flowers on later.

I'll help with your dress.

No, I can do it myself.

DOOR CLOSES

SHE WHISPERS: Nanny!

Mercy! Have you risen from the dead?

Hello, Nanny!

I've brought money.
You haven't gone without?

No, Mr Dishart's been here every
day you've been away. How is he?

Well, I don't know how to say it but
something has come over the minister.

He's no himself.

The whole town's noticed it.
Some try to say it's a woman.

But I cannae believe that in him,
such a scholar. Can you?

You're crying!

Lassie, what has come over ye?

Nothing, it's just that I'm going
away and I won't see you again.

Is it me or is it...?

Babbie! Don't tell me
you've got over fond of Mr Dishart!

My poor lassie!

What does it matter who he is
when ya cannae help it?

Babbie...

Does the minister...? No!
Nanny, please!

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

That's it...
He loves you too, Babbie.

No, you'll never see me again.

Goodbye. I'll not forget you.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Mr Dishart! Mr Dishart?
He must not see me.

Go outside
and don't let him come in. Hurry!

Good evening, Nanny.
Why, Mr Dishart. Good evening.

It's time you put that up for the
day? I'll help you in. No, no, sir.

You'll no mind if I go on with my
work for a while. Of course not.

I'll just sit here
and rest a few minutes.

Nanny, what do you think
has become of her? Who?

You mean the gypsy? Where do
the flies vanish to in the winter?

Those buddies cannae be happy
in one place for long.

But she was different.

Aye, she was that.

She was only a gypsy.
You cannae get away from that.

Yes, she was only a gypsy girl.

But I'd hoped she would be my wife.

Mr Dishart!
BELLS RING

That's my prayer meeting.
Good night, Nanny.

Oh, Lord. You cannae mean for
them to bury their youth so soon.

Look at me!

What is anything
when you're old without somebody?

Mr Dishart!

Yes, Nanny?

What is it?

Eh...

My wheel... Would you mind?

Of course not.

How was he? Did he ask about...?

Babbie!

No... Why did you leave me? You
cannot know what I've gone through!

I must tell you... Tell me you love
me first. You won't ask that when I
tell you I'm to be married tomorrow.

Married.

I'm to be married to Lord Rintoul.

You...

Can't you just say that you'll
try to forgive me before I go?

Won't you even look at me?

Not that way.

I meant no harm. I swear I didn't.

I didnae even know what I was doing
until it was too late and then
I meant never to see you again.

When I came into your life,
I was wild and careless.

So little heeding,
I never even dreamed.

You don't blame the birds
when their song comes for a moment
between you and your work.

You smile and forgive them.

Let it be that way with me.

It's myself I cannot forgive.

I have been a dull-witted fool.

I cannot understand why you acted
so strangely - the gypsy clothes...
I have no wish to excuse myself...

Have you ever seen gypsy carts
with hammocks in which
gypsy children are carried?

That was the only cradle I've known.

One day I suppose the road
was rough for I was thrown out.

I remember picking myself up
and running after the cart.

They didn't hear my cries or
if they did, they didn't come back.

I like to think Mother
did come back but left when
she saw I was in better hands.

It was Lord Rintoul who found me.

And so I owe everything to him.

He took me home on his horse and
paid his gardener's wife to rear me.

Afterwards,
he sent me to fine schools.

He's lavished everything upon me.

He has been very kind to you.

Yes, he's been very kind to me.

And so, I am to marry him.

Does he love you?

No...

He doesn't know what love is.

Nor did I...until...

You were laughing at me
all the time. Oh, no!

At first but not afterwards.

You never cared for me at all.

Always... Always since
I first knew what love was.

And it was you who taught me.

That night in the manse garden...
Do you remember?

I knew that I could never again
be altogether unhappy.

All my life
I would have that to remember.

And when I went away...

so that I would not bring
disgrace and wretchedness
upon you or your mother,

I was strong.

Your love had made me strong.

I'm going now.

Don't think of me as unhappy.

It will be happiness for me to try
to be all that you thought I was.

Your face will always come between
me and ungenerous thoughts...

Babbie... I cannot let you go.

Don't tell me that you love
me still? Oh, Gavin... Do you?

We'll go to Lord Rintoul. He will
release you when he hears of me.

He'll turn the town against you. He
has influence. I can defend myself.

Nothing but duty of the highest kind
could keep Mr Dishart so long.

Aye, but, Snecky, I dinnae like it.

Why, Mrs McLaren! My John's got to
be at work at five in the morning.

We cannae wait long. Aye, come along.

Did Mr Dishart have calls to make
after his tea? I don't know.
He wisnae home for tea.

He wisnae home? I'm thinkin' there's
something to the talk... What talk?

I've heard no talk and I'll cut
the tongue out of any man who has,

so that he'd no repeat it! I only
heard of a man that did hear of it.

KNOCKING

It's Sam! He saw the minister!
Come in here.

What's he doin' here?
He's no Auld Licht!

The minister came to his place
ten minutes ago to hire a carriage.

Carriage? Aye. While we're waiting!

Where did he go? Sam cannae tell.
He wouldnae let a horse out
on a night like this.

Most likely
he was on some errand of mercy.

Aye, but Sam said
he had a woman with him.

I see nothing to do but to dismiss
the congregation and notify
Mr Dishart the pulpit is vacant.

He can hardly explain
his actions to our satisfaction.

Mr Whammond, don't be hasty. Maybe
it's no his fault! Mind your place!

Putting yourself on an equal with
the elders of this kirk! Have mercy!

God himself wid gae him a second
chance! Rob Dow, what can you know
of the ways of God? That's true...

I know little but, Mr Whammond,
you know!

Why should he be punished for what's
no his fault? It's the gypsy!

I saw her! With Mr Dishart?

Where? No, I didnae... Out wi' it!

Or as chief elder of this kirk, I
say it'll be worse for him. Um...

You saw them together. He didnae
have his arms round her. It was her
wrapping her coils round him.

He had his arms around...
It was her!

The Egyptian woman... Quiet!

Hendry Munn, as Chief Elder
of this kirk, I command you
to go and dismiss the congregation.

I hereby pronounce this
congregation dismissed while the
session prepares to do its duty.

Jean Proctor! It's a terrible thing
they're sayin' agin the minister.

Dae they ken the woman's name?
Leave me be!

You've no right to talk like that!
Easy! Remember I'm the polis!

The impudent baggage!

But I'd rather go with you. Please!
Wait at the manse till I get back.

Doctor McQueen has offered me his
carriage many times... Mr Dishart!

Have you not forgot
your prayer meeting?

Prayer meeting...
Half of them's gone home. Yes...

Did you have a prayer meeting? Yes,
but I'll go... You must go at once!

If you think this is a storm...
Come, dear...

Go to the church immediately
for my sake. Please!

Wearyworld will go with you. Aye.

Hurry. You'll wait for me? Aye.
I'll not be long.

Och!

It's a weary world and women are
the most uncanniest things in it!

KNOCKING

Mrs Dishart? No, she's...

What did you want?

Who are you?

Um... I'm a friend of Mr Dishart.

He told me to wait for him here.

Where's the minister?
He's gone over to his church.

It's true then, what they say -
he was wi' you!

How could you let him stay away from
his prayer meeting? I didn't know.

Do you think if I had known, I...

I love him.

I could near believe it from
the look in your eyes and yet...

Have you no heard he's been
put out of his church? Oh, no...

But he's done nothing wrong.

I'll go and tell them... No, don't!
They'd never listen to you!

Who is it, Jean?

It's just somebody to see the
minister, ma'am. I'll be right down.

If we could only keep it from her.

She'll have to know but... Tell
her never to mind. I couldnae wait.

Good evening.

I'm Mrs Dishart, the minister's
mother. How do you do?

Isn't it a dreadful night?

Put on the kettle, Jean.

He won't be long. His meeting
is over or Jean would not be back.

Child, you're shivering and wet.

Come in here by the fire. Jean
will be in with the tea directly.

Oh, let me have that wet cape.

Sit here. I'll have Jean dry this.

Child...

Why, you're crying!

Now, now... Don't do that!

Mrs Dishart...

What if I were to tell you
that you were no longer
to be the mistress of this manse?

And that it was because of me?

You're the girl my son loves.

Oh, I think I almost knew it
in my heart when I first saw you.

I have so wondered
what you would be like.

Has he told you about me? No.

But when a young man tells his mother
that if the right girl comes along,

he will marry
so that she'll have a daughter
to love and care for her too,

the mother knows that the right girl
isn't so very far away.

Gavin will tell you, my prayers
have ever been for his happiness.

In that, I will see my own.

Good evening, Mr Whammond.
The minister is no home.

Are you sure? Aye, I'm sure.

- Where is he?
- He's gone to the church.

How do you know? It's what he said.

- Was anybody wi' him?
- No, no, Mr Whammond.

If he's no at the kirk, we'll be
back, Jean Proctor - we'll
have words wi' him this night!

I could swear
I heard somebody talking inside.

We'll have a look
through the window.

Who was it, Jean? I... Oh...

It was... It was Mr Whammond, ma'am,

to say the minister
would be late at church.

And he came through all this rain
to tell me - the chief elder.

Why didn't you ask him in?

He... He seemed to be in a terrible
hurry, ma'am. That's a pity.

Jean! Aye, ma'am - the blind
was up a bit and I thought...

Upstairs, on the top shelf of my
wardrobe, you'll find a wee box.

Wait, I think I'd better go.

No, please, it's getting late. Some
other time. It won't take a minute.

I want you to see
how light his hair used to be.

They're oot there.

It's her! It's the woman!
In our manse!

She's terrible grand for a gypsy.

Did you see that dress?
I'm thinking she stole it. Aye.

What'll we do? It'll kill her!
Keep her from coming down.

I'll get rid of them. What can
I say to her? Anything. Hurry.

Won't you come in?

Jean is upstairs with Mrs Dishart
so I answered the door for her.

Please come in.

The cheek of her!

I'll have the fire nice and bright
for you in a minute.

There's nothing like a nice fire
when you've been oot in the rain.

Woman, what are you doing here?

The minister was kind enough
to give me shelter out of the rain.

He's no longer minister. Nor
does he have the right to be here.
Where is he?

He has gone to the church
to explain to you why
he was not at his prayer meeting.

We know why!

Do you deny
he had his arms around you?

See! We know everything.

No, you don't.

If you did, you'd know we've
done nothing to be ashamed of.

Aye, we're well aware
that you have no shame.

But the minister...

Making lovers meetings stealthily
by night with a... That's not true!

You should not need to be told that
he is incapable of such a thing!

And there's something more
you ought to know!

I am... Silence, woman!

You tell an elder of the kirk
for six and twenty years
what he ought to know?

Where's Mrs Dishart?
I'll have the keys. Oh, no!

At least let her hear it from
his own lips - it will not sound
so cruel. I must do my duty!

Out of my way, woman. No!

Would you have be dishonoured
in the sight of God? Dishonoured?

Because you might permit your heart
to rule your stubborn mind?

Or refrain from destroying this
woman's happiness? She's coming!

I couldnae keep her longer. Please,
I'm sorry for what I've said.

I know you must be a kind man.

Don't tell her in the night.
Tell her tomorrow.

Give her one more happy night.
I'll go away...

She's coming.

Oh, Mr Whammond!
Did the rain drive you back?

Put this on. It'll keep you warm.

You shouldn't come on a night like
this to relieve my mind. I didnae
come to relieve your mind! Mr Munn!

And Mr Spens! I know
it wasn't for me but for my son.

But, Mr Whammond, is that going
to make me think the less of you?

Here, give me your things.

Na, I cannae stop.
I've something I want you to see.

I brought it to show the young lady.

I know you'll be interested too.
Come and sit down.

Here, Mr Whammond -

in the minister's chair.

It's no intended for me
to sit in the minister's chair.

The mantle of Chief Elder has been
wrapped round me. I must do my duty.

Aye, the minister's
always telling me how he
couldn't do his work without you.

Mrs Dishart... Your son
may be all the earth to you,
but my eldership is as much to me.

Of course!
Not everybody can be a minister,

but I know well a chief elder's work
is just as worthy
in the Lord's sight.

Of course,
it doesn't require the education.

Oh, you must be cold.

I'll have Jean bring you some tea.
Na, na... Thank you.

I was wrong.

You're a good man.

Silence, woman! What came
over you? Why did you no speak out?

Quiet! Did you no see how
I struggled to bring out the words?

Na, it's no true.

My mouth snappit shut like a box.

Tammas Whammond has been unfaithful.

Six and twenty years have I been an
elder of the kirk in God's service.

And don't you think he stood closer
to you the last five minutes than
in all those six and twenty years?

Hold yer peace, wumin!

I'll make amends. Dinnae let her
get a start this time.

Dinnae let her put a cup of tea
in your hand. Just say it.

I know what to say!

It's the saying of it.

Mr Dishart, I cannae neglect my duty!

Your duty's to the minister! Unlock
that door! I will not. A knife!

Open the door, Peter Tosh, before
I open your neck! Rob, don't...!

Mr Whammond! Mr Whammond! Tammas!

What is it? It's the minister.
The minister? What's happened?

Peter Tosh was locking up the kirk
when the minister came. What is it?

The minister demanded
that Peter open the door.

Rob Dow, holding a knife, shouts,
"Open that door
or I'll open your neck!"

Did nobody stop him? The minister.
He tried.

Where is he? Where is he?

They have to take it slow. Have you
got the doctor? Where's his mother?

Here he comes.

Put me down.

Now then, you're here to accuse me.

So out with it -
there is no need to spare me.

Tonight I was seen in the company
of this lady when I should
have been at my church.

I may have seemed to sin
against you but believe me...

what happened is not for you
or any man to judge.

All I can say is...

this is the woman of my choice.

She's not what you think.

But if she were,
it would make no difference.

If she's unworthy of your reverence,
then so am I.

We belong to each other and
I am blessed more than I deserve
in knowing she is mine.

No mortal man shall part us.
And now...

Oh... Over there. Right.

Gavin!

My boy...

Mother...

You mustn't cry.

I won't.

I was frightened at first,

but I'm not any more.

He wouldn't let anything
happen to you.

Babbie?

Darling...

It's all because of me, Gavin.

Because of you,

life has a new meaning.

If God takes me now,

I shall have known love

and great happiness.

Yes.

It's the doctor. >

Let me past, please.

Everybody out. Clear the room.

Mrs Dishart,
fetch me a bowl of very hot water.

You better go too. Oh... You'll
help me most by leaving the room.

Tell Jean to bring the hot water.

Darling, don't die!

Please, God...

He's so good.

He really deserves your help.

The people in Thrums need him.

And I need him too.

Oh, please, ma'am. Please
try before it gets cold again.

I can't eat, dear.

Can't you?

Never mind.

I hear the doctor stirring.

I hope he has some good news
for us this morning.

Well...?

You can go in now.

Just one of you.

I'm so sorry.
Sorry? It's not yet too late.

I forgive you everything. Come away.
If only you had pity for yourself.

I don't pity myself.
Have you no pity for me then?
I know you're unhappy now -

but it won't last.
You don't love me. Not really.

There's nothing you cannot have
for the asking. Is not that love?

No.

Goodbye, Barbara.

Goodbye, my lord.

Babbie, he's asking for you.

Oh, it's a weary...

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