All language subtitles for Cranford.S01E01.720p.BluRay.x264-GABE_Subtitles_1

Oh! Open the windows, Matilda,

while I remove the dust sheets
from the furniture.

Yes.

Poor girl will have been so shaken up
in the coach.

'Tis 12 miles from Manchester.

Ought we to light a fire,
do you suppose?

A fire? In the morning?

Our guest gave us a deal of information
in her letter,

but I saw no mention of her being ill.

We said there was always a room for her
in Cranford.

We told her there was nothing
we liked more than having visitors.

Go on!

What are you doing, Matilda?

I'm only putting some cologne
on a handkerchief.

I fear her head might ache.

She wrote in such distress.
There were exclamation marks.

(HORSE WHINNYING)

There's a coach pulling up! It's her!

Miss Deborah. Miss Matty.

Miss Mary Smith. It is a pleasure
to see you in Cranford once again.

You did receive my letter
asking if I might stay?

It was delivered but an hour ago.

Mary, dear.

You are so grown.
So very like your dear mama.

Are you sure my coming
is not a trouble to you?

A trouble? It is a joy to us
that your stepmother can spare you.

Now that there are
so many little Smiths at home...

- Four already.
- Five.

Five? The eldest barely seven.

My father sent you these.

- Oranges!
- They came to Manchester by railway.

- Just last night.
- By railway?

Indeed.

You'll want them washed.

I saw this in bloom in the garden.

I thought it might look nice
beside your bed.

You're so kind.

Mary, you must miss your home.

I must.

Which is something of a nonsense,
after all that was said

before I left to come here.

And I cannot even tell you
what was said,

because it will only confirm
all my faults.

I'm quite sure
that you can have no faults.

I'm indiscreet, Miss Matty,
and incautious.

And I do not appreciate my stepmother's
attempts to marry me off.

- You don't wish to marry?
- No.

At least not yet.

I'm quite sure no malice is intended.

This is the room you slept in
as a child.

I've always remembered my visits
with my mother.

We've always liked
receiving your letters.

You have such a sprightly
turn of phrase.

I have loved hearing news from Cranford
in my turn.

I've relished
everything Miss Deborah wrote.

She models her tone
on that of Dr Johnson

Did she recount to you
the death of the parish bull?

She did!
It was more compelling than a novel.

And now it is you
who will send the news to Manchester.

There will be a great deal
to occupy your pen,

though I regret
you missed the incident last week.

A wagon of bricks
had cause to drive down King Street,

and became lodged with a pig cart
headed the opposite way.

- Were people hurt?
- No, no, no, no.

But there was talk
of summoning the constable.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

The time. Make haste.

You must gird your loins.
It is all go in Cranford.

Calling hours are between
12:00 noon and 3:00.

No one will stay
more than a quarter of an hour,

just as you will not linger
when you pay calls in return.

How will I know
when a quarter of an hour has passed?

Am I to keep looking at the clock?

No, that would be extremely impolite.

You must keep thinking about the time

and not allow yourself to forget it
in the pleasure of conversation.

MATl'Y: But nobody will call today.

They will content themselves
in sending compliments

and allow you time
to recover from yourjourney.

- Do you like to read, Mary?
- Oh, very much.

I consider reading
a most worthwhile occupation.

After dinner, when there are no guests.

But we are liberal
with our candles here.

We light two each evening.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(LATCH RATTLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Dr Morgan's at the door.
-"Dr Morgan's at the door, madam."

- Dr Morgan? But we are not ill.
- Have you changed your caps?

Observe the clock, Martha.
Calling hours have commenced.

I have, over many years in practice,

acquired more patients
than I fear I'm able to serve well.

Ladies, it is time for a change.

A Change?

- Do you plan to retire from practice?
- I do not, Miss Matty.

But my cousin's son, Dr Harrison
is to join me here in Cranford.

Your cousin's son?

He is not, I take it,
a gentleman of mature years?

He has only recently concluded
his training at Guy's Hospital

-in London.
-(GASPING) London!

He studied beneath
Sir Astley Paston Cooper,

one of our most eminent surgeons.

But you are, of course, both assured
of my continued attention, madam.

Well, have you the leisure to speak
to all of your patients in person

before the new young gentleman arrives?

I'm afraid I have not.

But I have had occasion
to inform Miss Pole.

Miss Pole?

I shall repair to my consulting room
to write to all the rest,

-and they will know the news by teatime.
- Or sooner, Dr Morgan.

This is Cranford.

Mrs Forester!

Mrs Forester!

From Paris?

Mrs Forester! Something has to be said.
I am a woman of mild opinion,

but I'm sure we do not wish
to be dressed as revolutionaries!

Mrjohnson has had very wild ideas
since he was made mayor.

You don't know the meaning of novelty
until you hear me speak.

I have been asked by Dr Morgan
for the loan of my maid, Bertha,

and he does not want her
for his own ends.

He requests her because a new young
doctor is coming to live in our midst.

And Dr Morgan has arranged
a house for him,

it'll be kept by a widow
who'll not arrive for a fortnight,

was married to another doctor,
and knows all about disease and surgery.

So what do you think to all of that?

That there is not
sufficient sickness here

to keep them entertained.

Cranford is not deficient
in invalids, Mrs Forester.

In fact, those of frail health
may soon choose it as their home.

This young man was assistant
to Sir Astley Paston Cooper.

Dr Morgan told me so.

And Sir Astley Paston Cooper
is physician to the Queen.

Uh!

Mrs jamieson approaches.
Tell the men to halt the chair.

What is all this agitation?

- Are the summer gloves come in?
- We've had news of significant...

Sister, has something occurred?

I think it likely.
Miss Pole is gesticulating.

...and he comes recommended
by the highest in the land.

I have never heard him mentioned.
And I dine at Arley Hall!

Dr Morgan fancies he is getting old,

and so he seeks to present his patients
with a bachelor.

A bachelor?

I'm sure I should recoil
from his attentions.

Her majesty the Queen did not
when she summoned him to Windsor

and gave him charge
of her state of health.

Windsor, indeed?

We shall see how he does in Cranford.

You are most welcome, however late.

I'm sorry. My horse cast a shoe.

We limped five miles
before we found a blacksmith.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's an eye-catching coat.
It is a cutaway, is it not?

A runaway, in fact.
I had it made in London.

(GRUMBLES DISDAIN FULLY)
I thought as much.

In Cranford, all the holders of houses
above a certain rent

are VVOl'T1€I'1

You will attract curiosity.
You must bear it nobly.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Carpenter said he's come
about some doors.

Dr Harrison, this isjem Hearne.

Doctor reckons you'll want
some folding panels here.

As soon as it's convenient.

I can do them quick
or I can do them proper

I'm run off me feet,
rough fencing, fine joining.

Even people wanting trees lopped on
the grounds they're made of wood.

- Not this week, then.
- We'll see.

Unless somebody dies,

because then I'll have to drop the lot
to go and make the coffin.

DEBORAH: I would prefer it
if I did not enjoy oranges.

Consuming them
is a most incommodious business.

There is not such a lot of juice,
Deborah, dear.

Only when they are sliced with a knife.

At home, we make a little hole
in our oranges,

and we suck them.

That is the way
I like to take them best.

But Deborah says it is vulgar

and altogether too redolent of a ritual
undertaken by...

By little babies.

My sister does not care
for the expression "suck".

We will repair to our rooms
and consume our fruit in solitude.

(SLU RPING)

(SUCKING)

Excuse me, Dr Harrison, sir,

but the Missesjenkyns
send their compliments

and hope you're not too fatigued
from yourjourney.

And the honourable Mrs jamieson
and Mrs Forester have done the same.

And the Misses Tomkinson
have heard you come.

And they send word that they hope
you're not missing the great...

(STRUGGLING) Metro...

- Metropolis?
- That's him.

I really am quite touched
by everyone's kindness.

Oh, they always do it, Dr Harrison.
It's not particular to you.

DR MORGAN: I will introduce you
to the townsfolk gently, hmm?

They are quiet and retiring folk,

in the main.

Good morning, Dr Morgan.
We're doing the door today.

Bess is in bed
with a hot brick to her knee.

He knows, Helen. That's why he's come.

Visiting room is to your right.

And this one is a kicking

It has a leg stuck out in front of it
as though it's going to kick over the...

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I'm sorry, have you come
to see my father?

No, I came to see the maid,
with Dr Morgan.

Oh. Are you the new doctor?

Frank Harrison.

You must forgive me. We are all
at odds today with Bessie in bed.

This is a delightful room, Miss Hutton.

Oh, I worry it's looking
a little faded now.

Our mother chose the furnishings
before she passed away.

Ask him, does he want some cherries?

I'll get the rake.

May 1?

Hooray!

Hooray!

Papa!

Why aren't you working
at your lessons, Walter?

Sophy made me work all morning.

Go back inside, and I'll come
and listen to you reading.

DR HARRISON: Good morning, sir.

- Might I give you some advice?
- I would be grateful for it, sir.

Buy a black coat.

It need not be costly.
You can order one through Johnson's.

But black is the colour
of our profession.

I wear black. The patients trust black.

I don't doubt they think Hippocrates
wore black and a powdered half-wig.

Now, any questions?

Might I be excused the wig?

I don't reckon that branch is gonna
take my weight, Miss Tomkinson.

Happen I ought to go, eh?
Come back with a lad.

You will carry out the task
I have engaged you for,

and at the price we have agreed!

(SAWING)

(BRANCH CRACKING)

(YELLING)

Oh, good God!

This is what happens
when you do not take sufficient care!

Augusta, I see a bone protruding!

You're pretty sick, Mr Hearne.

Do not move! We will fetch cloths
and make a compress.

CAROLINE: Oh, you must come indoors!
JEM: I'm going back to the yard.

- I warned him that branch was weak.
-(SLURRING) I'm going home.

- Brown trout? Lovely fried.
- No.

Brown trout? Brown trout?

- Brown trout?
- What? No, lad.

Brown trout, tuppence apiece.
Lovely fried.

- Brown trout?
- Trout?

Trout? And whose stream
did you poach these from, pray?

Mr Carter! Mr Carter!

I tell you, this child is half gypsy
and whole villain.

- What's your name?
- Harry Gregson.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Dear God.

(GROAN5)

Move out of our path.
We have an injured man.

Clear the way, please. Thank you.

We've already rung the bell
at Dr Morgan's, but he was not in.

Show me the patient.
Bring him inside at once.

And you, don't you dare move.

DR HARRISON:
Is it known how far he fell?

I should think not 10 feet.

Perhaps 12.

I've seen accidents
but nothing like that.

It is a compound fracture.

Now, jem.

I'm going to give you sugar and water
to stop you shaking

and a dram of brandy
to try to ease the pain.

I'm a carpenter, sir.
If I lose my arm, I lose the thing I am.

Now, will I lose it?

(CONFIDENTLY) No.

I'm newly arrived.
Is there an icehouse in the district?

Yes, at Hanbury Court.
I'm Lady Ludlow's estate manager.

Can a basketful be spared?
It might buy me time and save his arm.

You, come with me.

- What about the trout?
- The trout can wait.

So how come the ice doesn't melt
if it's been here since winter?

Because the temperature
is always lower underground.

- What's temperature mean?
- Whether it's hot or cold.

- You don't go to school, do you?
- There is no school,

only the one where they teach girls
how to do ironing.

Any road, I wouldn't go if there was.

No, I don't suppose you would.

Right. Straight to the doctor's
as quick as you can.

And if you're caught poaching
one more time,

I'll hand you over to the magistrates.

- Sorry, sir.
- Go on, run.

DR MORGAN: You packed the wound in ice?
DR HARRISON: To keep it cold.

It's a new technique I heard of
from the battlefield,

and it should mean
the surgery can be delayed.

But I must ride
to Manchester immediately.

I need curved needles,
and I brought none with me.

Heard of? From the battlefield?
Heard of?

The surgery is not untried.
I have seen it carried out.

- Seen it carried out?
- Three times.

And how many of these procedures
were successful?

- Two.
- There is but one safe course of action,

-and you know it.
- He's a working man.

If I amputate, he'll starve.

If you do not, lockjaw will kill him
in a fortnight!

Or gangrene will finish him
in five days.

He is your first patient in this town.

If he dies,
your reputation will be ruined.

If he lives on maimed,
so will my self-respect.

I am going to Manchester.

Frank, I will not support you in this!

Amputation will save his life
and secure your reputation.

You will take his arm off at the elbow!

Ifjem Hearne's arm is broken,

it's as well he has no wife
and no dependents.

He came to Cranford as a journeyman.
He has no one in the town.

He might be forced
on the mercy of the workhouse.

Deborah, the candle is shorter
than the other.

Then attend to it, quickly.

"Elegant economy,"
as we say in Cranford.

Candles are a dreadful price.

I thought they would be cheaper
when the tax on them was stopped,

but they get dearer every twelvemonth.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

A visitor?

A visitor! At this hour of the night!

- It's Miss Pole.
-"It's Miss Pole, madam"!

Oh! How bright it is in here.
You all look very lively.

Oh, we've been reading
and sewing, and...

You will cast it all aside
when you hear what I must say.

There is to be

an amputation.

It will be severed at the elbow
with a silver saw.

Dr Harrison is wonderfully quick.
He gave exhibitions at Guy's Hospital.

I'm only surprised
we were not informed of it direct,

given that the catastrophe occurred
in our own garden.

You may yet be called upon
to settle the bill.

I must take him a jelly,
or some other soothing thing.

But we do not know
where Dr Harrison has gone.

He rode out of town
and has not come back.

Caroline meant the jelly
for the patient.

Perhaps he went for tar.

He will need to seal the stump.

(HORSE PANTING)

This is the last of your tea.

Bertha, I need to prepare
to operate on jem.

Can you gather all the candles
that we have and bring them here?

Well, we've only got the two,
this one and that one.

- Mrjohnson.
- I thought we might be seeing you.

- Sir, I've come to purchase...
- It came from Halifax this afternoon.

It'll be five guineas.
My wife will send you the bill.

Sir, I need candles.

The cut looks well.

You should purchase a second
in a summer-weight worsted.

Sir, it is an emergency. I need candles.

Tallow or beeswax?
Straight or plaited wick?

White wax. I need bright light
for a medical procedure.

Do forgive me, we appear to be sold out.

You must be able to get me candles.

Johnson's Universal Stores
can get you anything.

My wife will write to Manchester
and they'll be here by Friday.

MATl'Y: Are you quite certain?

I just this minute
saw him in the street,

and his head was down.

And he was not wearing the runaway.
He has changed into a black coat!

- He is in mourning for his patient.
- What was his precise demeanour?

As it always is.
Distinguished and capable.

And with the curls coming forward, here,
just at the temples.

It's Miss Pole. She's got news.

Dr Harrison went to Manchester.

(SH RIEKING) What care we where he went?

It would appearjem Hearne is dead!

Martha, take that jelly from
Miss Caroline and put it in the kitchen.

His first case in Cranford.

Fate has dealt him
a most shocking hand of cards.

That is a most unfortunate
turn of phrase.

Miss Pole, have pity.
The poor girl is distraught.

And well might be all be,
with jem Hearne dead

and the town without a carpenter.

Speculation is the enemy of calm.

MISS POLE: Look!
The doctor's walking past the house!

MATl'Y: She's right.

Dr Harrison?

I'm Missjenkyns.

Isjem Hearne alive or is he dead?

But if amputation
is the better thing, Dr Harrison,

if Dr Morgan advocates it...

I've seen just such setting
and stitching done at Guy's,

performed by Sir Astley Paston Cooper.

The limb was saved more often
than it was not, the life, too.

It's not so much that it's revolutionary
to carry out this operation,

more that it would be backward not to.

I do not think we would like
to be called "backward" here,

do you, Missjenkyns?

Had I been able to operate tonight,

I had every hope I might be able
to affect a cure, but now...

Now I must wait until morning.

And with every hour
the wound is left open,

the chance of infection increases.

- Why can you not proceed forthwith?
- Madam, a surgeon must have light,

and I find myself
entirely without candles.

I have but two small stubs at home,

and Johnson's stores
can offer me nothing.

And you must need half a dozen or more.
I suppose the work is delicate,

-like all stitching.
- It is.

In which case,

you must take these, Dr Harrison.

Caroline, run home and see
what might be spared.

Miss Pole, I'm certain
you would wish to do the same.

Nothing like this is ever done
in London.

You're not in London, Dr Harrison.

You're in Cranford now.

I must proceed at once.

But I will need one other to assist.

She must be sensible
and have a steady hand.

I will do it, if you will accept me.

You are a privileged man,jem.

There are poets scouring Chinatown
for opium of that quality.

Oh, aye.

I will need you to bring the light
a little closer, Miss Smith.

I will set the break first, jem.

(CRACKING)

(j EM SCREAMING)

There.

The bone is back in place
and out of view.

Now I can begin to close the wound.

(GASPING)

(JEM PANTING)

I have done my utmost.
Time must be your doctor now.

Later, I will escort you home,
where you will rest and wait

and take all the broths
the ladies of the town can bring you.

We must set a date
for my garden party, Mr Carter.

I would suggest we do not leave it late.

The park is always loveliest
before the roses fade.

First, my lady.

Might I raise the matter of the bills
Lord Septimus has charged to the estate?

They have recently increased
in size and number.

Every month.

My son must be neither troubled
nor questioned

with regard to his expenditure.

He is at Lake Como for his health.

And thanks to your generosity,

he's already in receipt
of a considerable income.

With these expenses added,
the Hanbury coffers feel the strain.

Lord Septimus was my seventh child,
Mr Carter.

And now the last surviving one.

Would you force him back to a climate
that would undermine his strength?

- No, my lady, I would not, but...
- For the past four years,

he hasn't even been able
to come home for my garden party.

And no one relished Hanbury on Fate
as much as he.

No, my lady.

Perhaps it'll be mild this August.

If it is, he may travel yet.

Let us mount a festival
that will make it worth his while.

DRIVER: Whoa!

Get that load off first.
There'll be no light until you do.

Jem Hearne has had nothing butjelly
and egg wine for a week.

If the bones are to knit,
some solid food is needed.

Does rice pudding count as solid food?

Martha made this.
It could be eaten with a fork.

Shall I take it to his lodgings, madam?

No, Mary and I will go together
and inspect her patient's progress.

Dr Harrison was full of praise for you.
He said you were the equal of a man.

- Did he?
- Yes.

And I corrected him.

No woman is the equal of a man.

She is his superior
in every single case.

Sister!

Sister!

The house across the way
is opened up at last.

MAN: We'll start moving these.

DEBORAH: No one in Cranford
forewarned of their coming.

They must be strangers in the town.

(GASPS) Strangers!

Yet more news
for you to send to Manchester.

There you go.

DEBORAH: That's a very small piano.

Indeed, I think it a spinet
that has been made over.

MATl'Y: We did see
a longcase clock going in.

And that is a hired fly.

Clearly they're not carriage people.

My dear girl,
we'll soon have you inside and settled.

An invalid, and in a house
that has been shut up.

We must send lavender
for burning in the rooms.

I came with The Chronicle.

They printed a new remedy
for blanching yellowed lace.

What an excellent perspective
you have upon the scene.

It seems to be two young ladies
and their father.

MISS POLE: Poor wretches.

A man is so in the way in the house.

(HORSE WHINNYING)

It is Sir Charles Maulver!

Sir.

Fine day for a house move.

You'll see that all is as you wished it.

You have done me a very great kindness,
sir. I am in your debt.

Captain Brown,
I should not be here at all

had it not been for your bravery.

Oh, I've had my medal.
Let us say no more of that.

Will you be comfortable here?

I could always find a house
on the estate itself,

if you think it would suit
Miss Brown the better.

I'm too used to living
in garrison towns.

I should feel lost
if I wasn't on the street.

When we were fighting men,
I used to dream of coming home.

I thought my land was all I wanted.

Yet, I tired of cows and yields and hay
within a year.

With respect, sir, I did wonder
if you would settle.

I'm not ready to be put out to pasture.

Still, I've not been idle,

nor did I entice you here
without a motive.

Captain Brown, are you free to oblige me
in a matter of business?

The men have been
quite wonderfully efficient.

The kettle was the first thing
they removed from the pantechnicon.

(BELL RINGING)

If you will excuse me, Sir Charles,

I must go upstairs
and attend to my sister.

Of course.
Though may I say, Miss Jessie

what a pleasure it is
to see you looking so unaltered.

Dear God, she's lost her bloom.

- Did she never marry?
- No one ever asked.

I don't know if I can interest you
in this enterprise.

I'm sure you can, sir.

- Well, the first point of discretion...
- There's still time. Now come.

You're in luck.
The ladies found themselves distracted.

They've never guessed.

I've never let 'em know.

- Are you ashamed of me?
- I'm not permitted followers.

- If they find out, I'd lose my place.
- I know.

Will it be all right?

Will it be mended
when they take the stitches out?

Come here.

We'll see.

My daughters were very grateful
for the lavender.

They cannot pay calls themselves.

The elder is too ill,
and the younger one must nurse her.

At present,
I must represent our family alone.

You need not have troubled
to return our call

untilthe third day, Captain Brown.

- That is the custom in our town.
- Is it?

I prefer to do things promptly.

May we ask what drew you to Cranford,
Captain Brown?

My poor girl's health required
a move to a milder clime.

Broadstairs was put to us as the ideal,

but I'm retired and on half pay,
and the expense was quite beyond us.

And Cheshire is so much cheaper.

That's a fierce little shovel.

Aye, and is such a racket against coals.

We've often joked how fine it would be
to have a wooden one.

Except that such a thing
is never manufactured.

I wonder,

have any of the ladies present
read The Pickwick Papers?

How it makes me laugh.

Out loud, on occasion.
Even when I read it in a coach

or on the street.

(CHUCKLING)

I am an admirer of Drjohnson,
Captain Brown.

Mmm, he's tolerable enough
for an essay or a letter,

but I'm inclined to think
that he's had his day.

Now, Mr Dickens, now,
he's got the skill to tell a tale.

A small token of my gratitude

for the lavender.

The Pickwick Papers.

I defy you not to roar.

Thank you, Martha.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DEBORAH SIGHS DRAMATICALLY)

Oh, Deborah, he did not stay
a second over 15 minutes.

I found him most over-frank
with regard to his means,

and his taste in books is sadly popular.

No.

Hmm. My fancy inclines towards this hat.

The Duchess of Kent is known to favour
something similar.

Do you think my son will approve of it?

Last time he came home from Italy,

he was faintly disparaging
about my mode of dress.

I always say.

The cap that satisfies its wearer
need appeal to no one else."

A most admirable philosophy.

I wish you would let me
make a gift of it to you.

Lorentia, my dear,

I insist you charge me
as you would any other customer.

You're not a milliner
for the love of it.

But I am in your debt
for your sanction of my enterprise.

When a lady doesn't marry
and lacks independent means,

I think it best she's blessed
with an independent spirit.

Now, I am to interview a girl Mr Carter
thinks will make an indoor maid.

Will you look at her with me?

- Ma rgaret Gidma n?
- Yes, my lady.

Are you well shod?

My parents keep me well shod.

And what is your father's occupation?

He's a cooper, madam.
I've been accustomed to helping him.

- To make his barrels?
- No, to cast up his accounts.

And I taught myself to read,
and write a bold, clear hand.

- I could...
- Enough.

Margaret, you parents
have served you ill

by not stopping you
from meddling in this manner.

If you can read and write, I cannot
possibly take you into my employ.

You're fit only for trade.

Mr Carter; did you know that she was
equipped beyond her station?

It is becoming common for the
lowest class to have some education.

The more common it becomes,
the less I can condone it.

Dissatisfaction will result,
as it did in France,

and the proper order of the world
will be undone.

You do not recall, I think,
the Reign of Terror, Mr Carter.

I had cousins in Paris,

and the knowledge of their fate
will haunt me all my days.

Margaret Gidman is not blessed
with a great deal of advantage.

I am most concerned
with the lot of those less fortunate.

At my charitable school,
the girls are taught to serve,

and to know their prayers.

That is all that is necessary
to fit them for the world.

Please, look there for my servants
in the future.

- I don't...
- Oh, they are so sentimental.

I see Mrs Gregson's been
to the bakehouse.

So nice for the children
to have a hot dinner on Sundays.

I'm surprised her husband has not come
to carry it for her.

Unfortunately, Mary, I am not.

Job Gregson is a vagabond,

as idle as he is wild.

My dear madam.

Mum!

I was so terrified I'd spill the dinner.

Oh, it's only a bit of gravy.
Dog'll lick it off.

Now, come, madam.
You take my arm, and I'll see you home.

That'll be grand. Thank you.

- I can take that, sir.
- Aye.

You see your mother safely home, now.

And you enjoy your dinner.

I don't object to his helping her up.
It was an act of Christian kindness.

But to take her arm
and offer to escort her home

shows a revolting wont of decorum.

Perhaps Captain Brown
has been reading too much Dickens.

I think it altogether likely.
Vulgar sentiment is so contagious.

Missjenkyns?

I'm afraid I must beg
to make a call upon your kindness.

Father!

Sir Charles has engaged me
to attend to some business near Preston,

and I must leave without delay
and not be back for almost a week.

I will come to no harm!

Now we have the maid,
I'm not so very stretched.

I would not leave my girls at all,

but my poverty is such
that I cannot refuse employment.

There is no need to reference
your circumstances, Captain.

Should anything remiss occur,

might my Jessie come to you?

We are near neighbours, sir.

To assist one another is appropriate.

- Where's Dada?
- Gone.

Mrs Forester?

I am at your service!

Mrs Forester, with what
do you nourish that girl?

Only ordinary meat, cooked plain.

You've fed her
till she's fit to pull a plough,

and this is a dainty house.

Now, the buttermilk, if you please.

- Is this from your Alderney?
- I went to her at dawn today.

She was even more than usually obliging.

That cow is like a daughter to me.

- Now...
- Oh! Look...

Oh, I can see why you treasure it,
Mrs Forester.

This is the sort of lace

that generally belongs
to ladies of great rank.

It is from abroad,
and was worked by nuns,

an order where they do not speak,
and so concentrate so much the better.

There.

Now, have you a shallow dish to hand?

"The collar must be completely immersed
and laid flat

"so that the shade will be revived
in a uniform manner."

Well!

We leave the buttermilk to do its work.

I'm sorry to say,
but her proportions are quite vulgar.

You must go to the charity school
and get a different one.

But the school cannot account
for the size of a foundling's parents.

Agnes seemed slight when she was 12.

(SIGHING)

(CAT SCREECHING)

Mrs Forester! The lace!

He's choking! He's choking!

He deserves to choke!

If the collar were not so very old,
I could not take such measures.

Stop at once! Turn yourselves about.

There are some ladies running.

Make haste! Pray, make haste!

Faster! Faster!

Mrs Forester!

Whatever has occurred?

It's my lace, Mrs jamieson.
My best lace!

Which was made by nuns last century.

And you cannot get its like
for love nor money any more,

even though they have
emancipated the Catholics.

- What happened to it?
- It's in the basket, in pussy's inside!

We're on our way to purchase a compound.

I fear you think
I have not begun well, sir.

Oh, you've begun extremely badly, Frank.

Your work has been the cause of talk
a n d of a frisson!

Cranford has been disturbed by you.

I take the bandages offjem's arm
this afternoon.

- All will be well once that is done.
- Hmm-hmm. Will it?

Dr Morgan,

I swore an oath to do my best
by those who came into my care.

If the well-being of the patient
has, in this case,

run counter to the fabric of the town,
I regret it, but I stand fast.

Look, Fra n k.

This is Cranford.
Everything unchanging, perpetual.

A society that knows itself.

A place at peace.

(LAP DOG BARKING)

Out of our way!

We are in the throes
of an exceptional emergency.

Is someone in need of medical attention?

This is no occasion for sport!
There is lace at stake!

MRS JAMIESONI Get on!

Get on! Faster!

It is the Major's tall boot.

It was the Major's mother's lace.

And there is no need to be shod
where he has gone.

(SIGHS)

I am resolved.

Pray do not use it ill.
It fought at Waterloo.

Good.

(CAT PASSING WIND)

(CAT MEWLING UN HAPPILY)

(CAT DEFECATING)

(SPLASHING)

There.

I think that all looks very well.

I'm so pleased
you accepted this position, Mrs Rose.

And I'm gratefulfor the loan
of so much furniture.

It will be a long while
before I can afford any of my own.

This way, my husband
watches over you in spirit.

I assisted him for 20 years.

Answered the bell for him,
mixed up the pills for him.

And I hope that a like regard
will bloom between us.

(STAMMERING)
Though not, of course, conjugal,

but rather more like that
of a mother and son.

I hope for that, too.

What says your father in his letter?

That my stepmother
has quite reconciled herself

to my having helped Dr Harrison
when he performed the operation.

Why is that?

She has discovered
that he is not married.

Miss Jessie Brown's in the hall

"Miss Jessie Brown's in the hall,
madam."

Please come. She's breaking her heart.

(SOBBING) My sister is dead.

And I'm alone in the house.

And I do not know
when my father will come back.

And all I can think about is his face

I thought I would be stronger
the next time the good Lord had his way,

but now it has happened,

I find I cannot manage it any better
this time than I did the last.

And now I've come unto you.

My sister is left untended.

We shall escort you home

and make a bowl of arrowroot.

Mary, the compress.

If I don't hear from father
by nightfall,

I shall arrange
for my sister's burial myself.

DEBORAH: I think that would be sensible.

And if he cannot come home in time,
I will walk behind her coffin on my own.

Oh, that will not do at all.
Ladies never attend funerals.

But I can't send her to her grave alone!

It would break our father's heart
if I were to tell him it was done so.

Shall we just do it, sir?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I wondered if you might
require assistance.

Move your fingers for me, jem.

Take hold of this piece of paper.

Dr Harrison, I hope
you will let me shake your hand.

You'll have to shake mine first.

DEBORAH: That will take time, and time
is an indulgence we do not have.

I think she will sleep now.

I said that I would write
and tell her father.

But Captain Brown was last heard of
gone to Lancashire.

How do we know
where a letter can find him?

That man has put me
in a most invidious position.

I'm made responsible for his daughter
in his absence,

and if I allow her
to do as she would wish,

she will be in contravention
of all polite codes.

I mean, what will people think of her?

And worse, what will be said?

Miss Deborah, sometimes ladies
do go to funerals in Manchester.

- It is becoming the custom now.
- It is not the custom in Cranford.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Come in.

Mary and I are about to go to bed.

Shall we tell Martha
to bank down the fire?

I shall not come back
to the parlour tonight.

I have a deal to think about.

And I must pray.

Jessie needs guidance, and so do I.

Very well, sister.

(SOBBING QUIETLY)

MATl'Y: I'm so afraid
my sister will regret her actions.

What can they be thinking of?

But if Miss Deborah concedes to it,

it cannot be amiss.

You were all alone.

No, Father, I was not.

Sorry you had to wait, sir.
Fiddly work is this.

- Need two hands.
- Yes.

- You content with it?
- I'm more than content,jem.

Thank you.

CHILDREN: Dr Harrison!

HUTTON: Good evening, Dr Harrison

Go on!

Cherries.

LIZZIE: Sophy and Walter picked them
this afternoon.

We were remiss.

We should have given you some
the day you came to call.

WALTER: They're the last
for this summer.

- Thank you.
- HUTTON: Move on

There will be more next year!

Oh, Captain Brown.

- This is highly individual.
- It's a coal shovel.

Ma n ufactu red from oa k.

By myself.

Oh, sister. A thing we have
wished for for an age.

Miss Deborah, I hope you will accept it.

A token of my gratitude.

I assure you, sir,
no such token is required.

We are no longer merely neighbours.

We are friends.