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Ursula?

Ursula!

Ursula, come back here!

Ursula!

Ursula!

Come back here!

It's dangerous!

[laughing] Ursula!

Wait for me.

Who was it that didn't come then?

Was it you Ms. Fuddleduck?

And were you off for a swim in the river?

No...

[sigh]

Well what is it my lady?

I want that daddy.

Oh, well you can't have it my ducky.

It's not for touching. -I want it.

It's too far off lass!

But if you're a good girl, I'll make you one for your day.

They were naughty to fight like that, weren't they?

Loosing all their feathers.

They'll be sorry won't they, when it get's cold?

I've just saved this one from the river.

Here we go. Off you go.

Well now perhaps we'll have that gate fixed!

You left the front door open!

And what if I did?

With a baby coming and a baby waking up all at once.

Why do you nettle me so? It's not too easy here...

...sitting in a chair designing lace hankies.

Soup again? You spoil him enough.

Oh... there's our little blackbird cheering up.

So now my lad! Save up and drown your mother out.

You, you put such pressure in my head

Oh, get off!

[singing]

It's still there daddy.

Can't I have it?

You're a persistent little mudder, aren't you?

Well I've not forgotten!

There you are...

On you jump! There we go.

Now, what about that then?

Want a little taste? - Nuh uh...

Aw, come on. A litte taste, just a little one.

No?

Oh I see...

You want the real one.

Well you can't have it me lass.

And again, I say unto you, it is easier for a camel...

...to pass through the eye of a needle...

...than for a a rich man to enter into the kingdom of god!

Now, the collection this week is for Mrs. Hartley...

...widowed by the tradgedy at Grange Pit.

I know you will give generously.

On a happier note...

...I'm please to announce the resumption of christenings.

Thanks to the restoration of the font by our organist...

...Will Brenwin.

He's like my dolly.

As a hobby this church takes up far too much of your time...

...but I must say that's a very fine hand you've carved.

-It's an ogres hand! -It's the hand of God, Billy!

-Assisting at the birth of Eve. -He's not a midwife

-Well it was my hand you used as a model -That's not so!

I modeled that hand after Donetello, he's from Francis.

-Perhaps that's how it started out. -I never.

For all you know, Donatello may have used his wife as a model.

Don't be ridiculous. The hand of God must be a man's hand.

It stands to reason.

Like taking Eve out of Adam's body when in fact every man is born of woman?

Really the impudence of men. The arrogance!

Oh mother, don't fuss so.

I have said Ursula, you will not speak to me in that way.

Gudrun, how could a great camel pass through the eye of a needle?

With great difficulty I should think!

It's locked!

Open the door Ursula!

Mother she won't answer, she's dead!

Go away! I'm not dead. What do you want?

Mother said you have to come straight down to dinner.

And that's salted downstairs with Uncle Henry.

You're not fibbing are you?

Because I'll pull your hair out, every bit of it.

Even if it is Sunday!

Ask to stay the night -Huh?

They always used to ask strangers to stay the night.

I believe it was rather trying for my parents.

Well it's our Lazerus. Billy said you were dead.

Might as well be sometimes.

I wanted some peace. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were coming.

I wish you'd have joined us for sherry.

Oh, she likes a tickle does she?

Come and give your Uncle Henry a kiss.

Well you must drink to the health of a friend of mine.

Lieutenant Anton Stravenski.

He's staying with me at the hall.

His father was the parishoner priest.

Are you staying long?

This is my last day.

I have to report back on duty tomorrow.

-To what do you report back? -I'm in engineers. You?

I suppose you're still in school?

My last term I'm happy to say.

I'll be taking my matriculation sum soon.

You'll be going out to work then?

Hey, don't be putting ideas into her head.

None of my daughters need to go out to work.

I'm considering my field of action, yes.

A fine crop of stockings ripe for mending.

Perhaps they could be your field of action?

What would you like to be?

I don't know. A teacher perhaps.

I was never one for studying.

They say all the brains of the army are in engineers.

I think that's why I joined them. To get the credit of other people's brains.

I don't think brains matter.

Oh... what does matter then?

It matters whether people have courage or not.

Courage for what?

For everything!

Like a soldier you mean?

I think that's another field of action you wouldn't like.

Then she should join me in the Royal Engineers.

You need mighty little courage to build a privy.

Are you not very lonely being an orphan?

I have got a guardian.

And Henry. And my aunts.

I'm really fond of them all.

But I suppose my real home is the army.

Do you like being on your own?

Hmm... I think so.

I went away to school early.

So I suppose the outside world was a more natural home than the vicarage.

This house used to be a vicarage you know.

Really?

You don't feel like...

...like a bird blown out of it's own latitude?

No I find things very much as I like them.

You look very lazy.

-You look really floppy. -I am floppy.

-Can't you stop? -I don't want to stop.

You look as if you haven't got a bone in your body.

That's just how I like to feel.

I don't admire your taste.

That's my misfortune.

Dammit. Now why can't I rock?

Men don't rock themselves.

Girls don't pull men's hair.

You've seen that they do.

My father used to rock me. On the swing boats.

Would you like to go on one again?

Oh I didn't mean...

When? -Now.

Yes.

You arrange it while I go and change.

Our families go a long way back you know?

My grandmother used to tell me stories about her life in Poland.

She knew your father in Warsaw I believe.

I know. She married his best friend Dr. Lenski just before the uprising.

They fought side by side for the freedom of their homeland.

Dr. Lenski and Baron Skrebenski

Don't you find Polish names extremely musical?

They're an extremely musical nation.

And an extremely patriotic one, which is why they make such poor exhiles.

They all die young.

Humming Chopin's funeral march.

Hugh Lenski seems to be an exception.

They say grandad died with a stethoscope around his neck.

He had connections over here with the medical profession...

...and was invited to share a busy practice in Beldover.

That's when mom was born.

I've always thought it terribly romantic to have Polish blood.

More so than British?

Is there no romance in your poor father?

Of course. He wouldn't have swept mom off her feet otherwise.

That's the church where they were married.

Shall we go it? -Oh dear.

I thought I had escaped prayer today.

Come along.

Beg pardon sir, I didn't hear you come in.

This is dreadful! -Dreadful and wonderful.

Then let's stay a minute.

You loved flying high, didn't you?

Better than being Earth-bound.

And you'd feel the same if you lived in our house.

This reminds me of Ingram, a friend in my platoon.

Oh, why's that?

Well he had this girl in Rochester.

They always used to sit in a corner of the cathedral for their lovemaking.

How nice.

Ended badly though...

The verger spied on them.

Got to know their names and made a rile about it.

What a shame. He shouldn't have objected.

He said it was profanity.

No. I think it's right.

To make love in the house of God.

Oh well.

I promised your mother I'd have you home early.

You have school tomorrow.

Come along. I'll buy you a lolly.

Push and glide, push and glide.

Now Ethel, as the arms complete the pulling stroke

then you bend your legs back.

And don't let your feet break water. That's better.

Push and glide. Head steady.

Alright. [whistle blows]

Come, I'll race ya.

I've won. You show good form.

What's your name. -Ursula, Ms. Inger.

Ursula Brangwen.

Alright Ursula Brangwen.

Class dismissed. No lingering in the cubicles.

Class three will be here any minute.

Do you think it's wicked to let a man kiss you?

I mean a man you've just met.

I should think... it depends.

Real kisses I mean... not just flirting.

He's a soldier.

Where did he kiss you?

In church.

I see. And what time was it?

Uh...

About a quarter to seven.

Oh yes. I think it to be very wrong.

What do you think of the new athetics mistress?

Not a lot. She was quite rough with me.

Ursula.

I enjoyed our race. Did you?

Um... yes, yes I did.

Tell me. Have you a bicycle?

No... uh, yes! Well, my sister does.

We share it.

Would you like to join me for a little spin on Saturday?

I have a cottage on the river.

You could bicycle over and stay for tea perhaps.

Thank you. Yes, I'd love to.

Come along class three. Come on girls. Come along.

Right, now into the water, the lot of you.

I'll have you swimming like dolphins in no time.

No, you can't! I need it! Listen to me!

Stop will you!

I said no, do you hear me?

Oh stop...

Oh I hate you.

Mmmm... such peace.

You'd be more comfortable with your boots off.

Here...

How do you usually spend your weekends?

Helping mother. Going to church.

Church is peaceful?

Why'd you laugh?

The last time I was there it was anything but.

I was with a friend looking for a little seclusion.

Choir practice?

Restoration.

Do you think it's blasphemous to make love in church?

No. Merely uncomfortable.

Such narrow pews.

Or did you do it standing up in a confessional?

We were only kissing.

Oh, I thought you meant fucking.

Who was he?

A soldier.

What's the matter?

My father was a soldier.

Coarse brute. Treated me mother little better than a whore.

How do you mean?

As a person in her own right, my mother did not exist.

She was no more than an instrument for his perverted sexuality.

Was there no love?

Ursula, the best you will ever get from a man