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Within our small community,
rivalries ran deep.

What's going on here?

If a few sparrows in a hedge was an
under-keeper's business,

- I might tell you.
- Hamlet folk by the estate...

I've a right to think you're poaching.

If I wanted to poach, I know where
the game is and how to get them.

So why are you eating
a few skinny sparrows?

Oh, so I'll enjoy the plump birds
all the more when I fancy one.

Well, maybe you'd like to try your hand.

- I might.
- Alfie, leave it be.

Spadging's good enough for poor folk.

I'll be waiting for you.

The row that those boys had that autumn
day may have been about poaching,

but the true rivalry
was about what was in their hearts.

And the discovery in a graveyard

of a mysterious parcel
wrapped in an old newspaper

was about to open up
Miss Lane's own troubled heart.

Episode 9

Transcript: Evarin

Synch: Moochie

The day finally came when
Caroline arrived home from prison

and she must have wondered
what kind of welcome the hamlet...

and her family would give her.

Ma!

Good to have you back.

I think you can do better than that,
Son. Come on, give your ma a kiss.

Come on,
let's get your dinner on the stove.

Oh, all done I see.

That's just as well.

Look at you, all washed and
cleaner than I've ever seen.

Wait, who's taken all the
laughter out of this house?

Where's that gone?

And you!

Ah, Miss Ellison.

The rectory baby box has been
left here for you to collect.

- Do come through.
- Thank you, Miss Lane.

I am taking the box over to Lark
Rise for Mrs Arless's confinement.

I thought that it did not go
out until the baby arrives.

It occurred to me that
Mrs Arless might appreciate

something to cheer her up
on her return home.

And something to concentrate
her mind on, an' all.

Thank you, Zillah.

The Ellison family christening robes.

These go back four generations.

And still so beautiful.

Now this is quite heavy,

would you like Thomas to give you
a hand with it into the carriage?

Oh. Well...

that would be most appreciated.

Thomas?

He must have taken out the
second delivery already.

Oh, well...

Miss Margaret,

would you care to join us
here for tea on Thursday?

I found it in the graveyard.

That was lying on a grave...

but hidden under some bushes,

- like a secret.
- What is it?

That's Adam and Eve.

There's a strangeness to it,
makes my skin shiver.

I don't think we ought to
have that thing in the house.

The tree of knowledge.

Well, if anything has
a message, that does.

That's got me curious, look.

Wrapped in an old Candleford newspaper.

I shall take it to Miss Lane.

See if she can make sense
of where it's come from.

She can have it.

Now, do we want these birds roasted

or cooked in one of your
best puddings, my dear?

And you're coming to Candleford with me.

You can sell a few nuts

and we'll call it a day out.

He walked right past me.

Inches away.

It took me all my strength
not to laugh out loud.

That's better than a few sparrows, Alf.

- Ma'am.
- Thomas...

I have done it again...

meddling in other people's business.
I am such a terrible troublemaker.

You're too hard on yourself, ma'am.

You usually meddle for a good reason and
most often with a favourable outcome.

I'm glad you think so,

because it's your business
I've been meddling in.

I have invited Miss Ellison
to tea on Thursday.

Tea? Here?

Miss Ellison and myself, at the table,

- in front of other people?
- Only your friends, Thomas.

Miss Lane, you have placed me

in an intolerable position.

It's just I felt so sorry for her...

I could sense that she was
so eager to see you.

Miss Lane, I find myself in
such a state of ill temper,

I feel I must remove myself
before I say something unchristian.

Mr and Mrs Turrill.

There's something antique-looking
about the human figures.

Naked looking, an' all.

It has the air of a holy relic.

Do you know, I think this is human hair
stitched onto the heads of Adam and Eve.

I can't take my eyes off it.

I keep asking myself,
"What is it? What does it mean?"

And where did it come from?

This newspaper is more
than 40 years old.

Do you suppose it's been lying in
the graveyard all this time?

It can lie there for another 40 years.
I don't like it.

Do you remember the name on the grave
where you found it, Mrs Turrill?

Harold Wigmore,

same name as my brother, you see?

Harold, not Wigmore.

I read in the Gazette a few weeks ago
about a man in Kidlington

who found some wood carvings,

a curiosity,

and it fetched quite a sum at auction.

- �5, I seem to recall.
- That's ours.

We found it. That's ours now.

Sir Timothy can tell us all about
the legalities of that, I'm sure.

He'll be calling in on us shortly.

Caroline!

Oh, it's good to see you.

- Oh, and you, Emma.
- Is there anything you need?

Ah, two shillings under my pillow,
My Walter in my bed, and

a horse and carriage to lift the weight
off my feet, if you can manage it.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Has everything been...?

I mean with Alf and the little 'uns?

- You can be proud of Alf.
- You think I in't?

Emma, I can truly tell you

I've come out of that place
with something I didn't go in with.

I am decided to be entirely different.

Caroline, perhaps it's not best to give
yourself too tall a mountain to climb...

No, I have vowed it to myself.

I will not speak
unless I can be civil and gracious.

Well, perhaps gracious will come later.

I will not cuss nor slander.

Ale shall not pass my lips.

Throwing up my skirts
is a thing of the past.

I have seen where gallivanting
gets me and I am cured of it.

No more borrowing.
No spending beyond my means.

Attitude is my problem, Emma,

so I will greet life

with humility and gratitude from now on.

Well, sounds like quite a challenge
for even the best of souls.

You see if I don't.

I have always wanted to be like
you, Emma, and now I shall be.

One egg from each nest now.
You know the rule.

He wants to make a whole
string of them for his ma.

So he shall. It'll take a while
longer, that's all.

Why?

It ain't so much what it does
to the chaffinch

when you take them all,
as what it does to you.

One egg from each nest.

Every father laid down the same law.

But maybe something in my father's
voice made Edmund want to defy him.

Legally,

you must register it as found
with Constable Paterson

and he must check that it hasn't
been reported lost or stolen.

And then an appropriate amount of
time must be allocated

to enable its owner
to come forward and claim it.

- Sir, how long, sir?
- Sometimes a year.

A year?

Sometimes a good deal less than that,
depending on the circumstances.

Well, sir, the circumstances
obviously indicate that it was

long abandoned.

It might have been the proceeds
of some burglary,

perhaps thrown away in haste
in the graveyard by the villains

- as they made their escape.
- What do you base such supposition on?

Other than an over-excitable
imagination,

fired up by too many novels.

It is a rather intriguing piece.

Can we keep hold of it, your lordship...

while Constable Paterson
does the necessary?

I don't see why not, provided
everything is done by the book.

When everything's done by the book, sir,

will it be ours to do with as we wish?

That is the law, yes.

I could send off a description
of it to the auction house and...

obtain an initial valuation,
if you would like that, Mrs Turrill.

You tell them that that's
worth more than any wood carving.

That's H-Adam and H-Eve.

With human hair!

I'm afraid I won't be able
to join you riding tomorrow.

Oh, well, Friday then?

Friday is not possible either.

And I think perhaps it might be
best if you weren't to spend

so much time in the post office.

- Yes, I understand.
- I don't think you do understand.

Well, I assumed it was, erm...

- No, I'm sorry. It's...
- Stop apologising.

You are going to be a father. You have
every right to be happy and to show it.

I've said too much.

I always say too much.

I assumed it was because of...
Mr Delafield.

Well, yes, I suppose it is.

Now I think we have both said too much.

Either way, it is decided,

we should keep our distance.

I found this in the lane this morning.

While you were at school.

It's the cruelty of it
that's unnecessary.

I didn't do it.

Edmund, I'm asking you.

I'll find out. I'll get it out of the
other boys. Did you destroy this nest?

Leave the lad alone.
A chaffinch don't have no feelings.

It's not just about the bird. It's about
my son telling his pa the truth.

It was only a nest.

Is that what you see? Only a nest?

Robert, you have the truth out of the
child. Let's not make too much of it.

If you lie to your pa,
you'll lie to the world,

and that ain't no way to live.

I've seen where lies get people and
it's not a life you want, I promise you.

Robert, don't make such
heavy weather of it.

Children will tell tales,
it's just their nature.

And so they must learn by it.

Your pa's at his most handsome
when he's righteous.

I wish he wasn't... but he is.

�5!

What do you suppose �5 will buy?

Who could set a price on such
a marvellous thing as this is?

You're right.

It could be worth more.

Such a devious thing is
bound to bring the best price.

We ought to have it checked over by
some of those clever London experts.

We don't want to get
robbed out of what's ours.

I'll just sit here
and gaze at it a bit,

till it speaks to me.

Look at this old place of ours.

Didn't I always say we could do
better? Didn't I always say that?

- No, you didn't!
- Well, I thought it.

Queenie, my dear, I can
picture us in a pretty little home.

Roasted bird for supper every
night of the week. Ham on Sundays.

But not here in Lark Rise, mind. No.

On the 'skirts of Candleford,
that's where we're destined.

This thing here is
gonna change our lives.

Pa, what are you doing here?

Watching my girl grow
before my very eyes.

Can you stop, please? If you grow
another inch, I'll lose you altogether.

Don't listen to me, Laura.
If you listened to your old pa,

you'd still be stuck in
that little hamlet of ours.

We all have to swallow a speck of dust
during our time here on this earth.

Matthew...

My knife... It's gone.

It was here. I know it was.

I remember our Laura sitting on
my lap, wearing this same dress.

And our Alf,

and the frills was timeworn then.

Oh, this bonnet is so old-fashioned.

I'm sure I must have had it on my head.

Oh, and every arse that's
ever walked up the lane

has been wrapped in these napkins.

I don't want my baby
to be jigged out in...

in anything other than
the rectory-box clothes.

Can you forgive my
cussing, Miss Ellison?

There's no call for me
to be saying "arse"

in front of the reverend's daughter.

"Arse" is not a civil word.

Even though we all has one,

and some of us has two.
My own arse is quite...

- Caroline...
- Yeah, sorry. Sorry, yeah.

As I was going to say,

there's what you might call a...
a whole hamlet history in this box.

For which I'm most grateful,
Miss Ellison.

Every family in the hamlet has
enjoyed the loan of the box,

and I'm glad to say,
made good use of it.

And what about you, Miss Margaret?

That fine old christening gown
must make you feel broody, don't it?

Goodness.

You're still young and attractive.

Mmmm, and... available.

You told me a while ago that
Thomas Brown had sent you a poem.

More than likely charged you
three-and-six for it!

Has Thomas made any more advances?

No, but... Miss Lane has invited me
to tea at the post office.

Why, that's splendid!

- I shan't go.
- Why ever not?

If I were to miss tea at the rectory,
my father would want to know

why he had not been invited.

Well, can't you, just this once,

ask to be excused without saying why?

He would interrogate me and

I'm afraid I can't lie to him.

Robert says your father
will outlive us all.

And that's far too long for any
woman to keep her own bed warm.

Sorry. Sorry...

Someone's been poaching
on Sir Timothy's estate.

I thought you said you were
ready and waiting if anyone dared.

You made it sound
like it was impossible.

Any fool can get lucky... once.

Well, maybe they're just quicker
than you. Whoever they are.

Maybe that's what they think...

which is why they'll get caught if
they're foolish enough to try again.

Well... maybe they've got
what they wanted now.

That could be so... if they know
they've met their match.

Or they're too afraid to
put themselves to the test.

Could be.

Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you.

No. Come in.

That's only our morning parley.

What brings you to Lark Rise, Dorcas?

I wondered if I might borrow
the embroidery.

I have an idea how we might
learn a little more about it.

I've been looking at it.
That's not just any picture.

That's a sin. Like it's a warning.

But I can't fathom what
that warning might be.

Perhaps it's best not to concern
yourself too much with what it means.

It could be worth �5 or more.

And that's why you're here, is it?

Because you're not concerned
with what it means?

�5?! That thing?!

And you found it in a graveyard?

Why does the good luck never
fall on them that needs it most?

Probably cos...

it's busy falling on them
that deserve it most.

It's good to see you back with us,
Mrs Arless.

I'm very grateful to be sitting here.

Caroline was about
to have her tea leaves read.

I'm not in the mood for it any more.

The only luck I have is bad luck.

- What about you, Dorcas?
- Me? Oh, no.

Reading leaves isn't my cup of tea!

Queenie has quite a gift for it.

Yeah, come on.
Come on sit down, Dorcas.

Well... it can do no harm, can it?

Drink the tea, and leave a little
drop in the bottom of the cup.

Lordy!

An ostrich.

What does an ostrich mean?

And I can see a zebra.

- A zebra!
- A zebra!

I don't understand.
Why are you all reacting like this?

Well, an ostrich means travel.

I've never been one for travel.
I like it so much where I am.

Ah, and a zebra means

there's to be an adventure overseas.

See here...

the shape of an hourglass.

You need to make a decision.

I can't think of any pressing
decisions I have on my mind.

- Dorcas.
- Timothy...

- what are you doing here?
- Well, the same as you, I expect.

I've just been to look at the grave
where the panel was discovered.

Harold Wigmore,
died January the 1st 1843.

I might have known you'd be
ahead of me. The...

newspaper in which the panel was
wrapped was dated January the 7th,

just six days after he died.

Why are you doing this?

The mystery of it has got
the better of me, I'm afraid.

Well, I have an idea how I might
discover more about the panel.

I doubt the panel will give up
its secrets.

The only way to unravel this
is to investigate Wigmore.

You are a little too sure of yourself.

One only has to look at the embroidery
to see IT holds the key to this mystery,

so I shall have
the Misses Pratt examine it.

Why don't I find out about Wigmore,

and you pursue the meaning of the panel?

Then we will see.

We will.

Mr Turrill?

how old are you?

I'm not so sure.

I'm as old as my tongue
and a little bit older than my teeth.

Did you know the Wigmores?

The parish records reveal nothing
remarkable about them.

It seems that Harold Wigmore was a

furrier, a family man, and a churchgoer.

I wondered if there were any
local stories?

Oh, I knew the Wigmores!

Only so much as to tip my hat
to them in the lane.

It ain't for me to keep company
with such as Candleford furriers.

But one thing I do
remember about them is that...

there was nothing to remember.

Your lordship, sir,
if I could ask you about

our panel.

It is in the hands
of Constable Paterson now.

He will ascertain its ownership.

But he ain't minded to do
nothing but wait, sir.

And waiting is what I'm not so good at.

That don't seem fair, sir.

We did the honest thing of reporting it.

And a year of waiting...

What if I die, sir?

And that thing knocking around
the house and worth �10?

It's gone up in value since I last
set eyes on it! But

what is it exactly
that you think I can do?

In't there some law, sir, that says that

folks that in't long for this world
can have the money now

and sort out the legal papers later?

No, there is no such law.

But I intend to unravel
the history of the panel,

and find out who it belongs to.
Good day.

Phillip, you can't be sure
it was Alf.

I don't think he would.

Well, I'll catch him and then we'll see.

Why do you boys have to
turn everything into a fight?

I'm only doing my job.

Anyway, his ma's only just out of prison

and he'll be heading the other way.

Yeah, and if you catch Alf and
he's in trouble, it'll be all my fault.

Edmund...

- Did you take my knife?
- What a thing to say!

Why do you think he took your knife?

Boy, that is a valuable tool.

It has an ivory handle.
I want to know if you've taken it.

Don't look to her!
You face me and give me an answer.

Oh, leave the lad alone.

You probably dropped your
precious ivory handle in the privy.

Telling me how to raise my own children?

Your trouble, Robert Timmins, is...

is nothing compared to the trouble
I have with my interfering mouth.

Edmund, you respect
what your pa tells you.

- I didn't take the knife.
- He lied to me about the nest.

What about the knife?
Lying to me about that too?

Robert... don't say that.

Why are you behaving like this?
It's too much.

I'll not have my son heading for a
life of trouble. Now listen to me,

I will get the truth out of you.

And I will teach you to be an honest
man if I have to take my belt to you.

Now, there's no supper for you.
Go on to bed.

- It is a fine piece of needlework.
- The finest.

So you would say it was
a professional hand that made this?

A seamstress of the highest quality.

And am I right in thinking that

Adam and Eve have human hair?

They do.

Why?

Perhaps a twisted sense of authenticity.

Where to stop?

Genuine eyelashes?

Real ears?

I sense something more
of a purpose of devotion in it.

Oh, don't be so ridiculous, Ruby.

Why would a gifted needlewoman

put her arts to such
a displeasing article?

That's what I am trying to discover.
What do you mean by devotion, Ruby?

Pearl and I sew every day and

you have to put a certain amount of
dedication, some might say love,

- into every stitch.
- There's a calling in what we do,

quite different
from selling a stamp or two.

But this seamstress had
something particular

she wished to express. See...

how the stitching is faded in places?

You can still see evidence of the work

being done over a period of time.

- As though she'd put it down?
- Yes.

And this devotion,

do you think it might be religious,
given the subject matter?

Adam and Eve.

A man and a woman.

No, it...

It feels... personal.

Because for a needlewoman,
embroidery,

it's like the poet taking up the pen.

It expresses her deepest longing.

You know Phillip's
determined to catch you?

Please tell me you won't go back
poaching on the manor grounds.

He tells you I've been
thieving and you believe him.

Why is that?

Well, have you?

I've never lied to you before
and I won't start now...

not because of him.

Think of the consequences
if you're caught, Alf.

And what is it to you?

Is this why you're doing it?
To show that you're better than him?

To try and come between Phillip and me?

You've got it all upside down, Laura.

Before he came along, you and me
were as close as close can be.

Now look at us.

You have a think
about why that might be.

Just promise me you
won't go back poaching.

Perhaps Edmund went out
into the woods poaching

simply because he wanted to be like Alf.

But I felt as if he did it
to defy my father.

Ruby? What are you doing?

I had a disturbing dream.

Hot milk and straight back
to bed with you.

It was about the panel of embroidery.

I knew setting one's eyes
upon something so sordid

- would have its consequences.
- No, it wasn't sordid.

It was sad.

Oh, well now,

we'll have some hot milk

and go back to bed...
and you can tell me about the dream

if that helps.

She was in the shop,

the seamstress.

But in my dream, she was old.

She wanted me to have the embroidery.

I felt compelled to take it because

it was a warning.

Her sadness made my skin shiver.

Ruby, you need pacifying.

I will take you to see Dr Ingrams
first thing in the morning.

We must tell Miss Lane.

It might be significant.

Do you want us to look fools
before the whole town?

"Ruby Pratt, possessed by
a piece of needlework!"

We will not tell Miss Lane.

We will go back to sleep
and forget this grisly business.

Now, come along.

I found it behind the wood pile.

It must have fallen down there.

You're saying that to cover for Edmund.

- Don't say such a thing!
- Did he give it to you, is that it?

Are you calling your
own wife a liar now?!

Robert, I don't understand why
it has hold of you this way.

I see how it's churning you up,
the anger in your eyes.

That's not a father's obligation I see.

- Robert...
- My younger brother started this way.

A small lie, a stolen thing or two,

and bit by bit, I watched him
slide into a life of ruin.

I've been haunted by the thought I
could have done more to stop him.

But Edmund is not your brother.

He in't made that way.

Robert, I've seen it in his eyes,
the last few days,

he's afraid of you.

And if you lose him,

you will regret it
for the rest of your life.

You just have to be the pa you are,

and Edmund will learn all he needs
just from watching you.

And thus endeth today's sermon!

- A seamstress?
- According to Ruby and Pearl.

Well, if Wigmore was a furrier,
that does seems to be a connection.

- It's possible she worked for him.
- Yes, but it's not his wife.

Wigmore married well and,
his widow survived him.

Perhaps we're making too much of it.

I chastised Laura for concocting

fantasies out of nothing.
We're no better.

If we can get hold of the names of the
seamstresses who worked for Wigmore,

that might tell us something. He had
three sons, but they all moved away.

Which only leaves us
with the parish records,

what the local elders remember
and the newspapers of the time.

What are we doing here?

We agreed not to see one another.

But we have a legitimate... reason.

The panel.

Edmund...

I was too hard on you last night.

Perhaps it was a fear
that put the whip in my tongue.

I watched my own brother come to
grief through lying and thieving.

Edmund, your ma found my knife.

As for the eggs,

we'll go out together,
you and me, this coming Sunday.

See if we can't reach a swallow's nest.

Not to destroy, mind, but... to admire.

What do you say, boy?

Queenie, my dear,

I've been thinking about how
we might spend our money.

Oh, that'll be why you have such
a tormented look on your face!

We should get ourselves
a cow, some geese,

some poultry, more pigs,

and how about a donkey-cart
to carry our eggs and such to market?

That does sound nice.

We're always saying
how we long for the old life.

So, we'll buy it!

Much as I like the sound of it,
something don't seem right.

Where is it?!

Where's our panel?!

Miss Lane took it off
to enquire more about what it is.

She might sell it
and cheat us out of what is ours.

- Dorcas Lane?!
- We don't know if we can trust her.

We can't trust anyone.

Suppose she's found out that
it's worth more than we realise.

- �50!
- Listen to yourself...

That's ours!
That should be under our roof,

where we can keep an eye on it.
That's ours.

It is, indeed, yours.

And I am glad to say
the auction house have sent word

to say that they would
be most interested to see it,

as it could fetch a pound or two.

I believe there is a warning
in that thing.

That does something to people.

It's got me bewitched trying
to find the meaning of it.

And what about you, Miss Lane?

What does it say to you?

I have no wish to know any more.

So were the Misses Pratt able to tell
you anything about the panel, ma'am?

Yes, they were.

They believe it was made
by a professional seamstress.

That could be very interesting.

If we take the date from
the newspaper, then, Zillah,

you can tell us who the local
seamstresses were then.

Every other woman in town
was a seamstress, gal.

But this one must have been
different, or strange,

- given the nature of the panel.
- That is enough.

We have all been getting rather too
agitated by a silly piece of embroidery!

Miss Ellison sent a note,
she was unable to join us.

I hoped she might change her mind.

And Thomas?
Does anyone know where he is?

It's not easy being good, is it?

You know what you said about,
wanting to be more like me?

Yeah.

Well, the truth is, Caroline,

I often wish I was more like you.

You have a... a freedom in your heart

to dance and sing and

make people laugh that I never had.

It's a gift, Caroline.

Come on.

Dance with me.

Oh, that's good!

Oh, let's have a beer.

Dancing's always better
with a beer or two.

Cheers!

- Oh, I'm sorry, Caroline.
- It in't your fault, Emma.

I have to make a blaze out
of every little thing.

I can't just have a dance...

I have to whoop and wail
and make too much of it,

until I'm back where I always am,
in trouble.

You can't live your life afraid
of your own passions, Caroline.

I look at my children and it isn't
forgiveness I see in their eyes.

It isn't even gladness that
their ma is home. I see fear.

They wake up with it in their little
faces.

Fear that I'll be gone again.

- Gone for good.
- Give it time.

You'll find a way to be yourself.

Well, what if you don't
want to be yourself?

What if you've seen who that is
and you don't like it? What about that?

No, that's prison
that's done that to you.

You don't listen to that.
You listen to your friends

who tell you that they love you.

Miss Ellison.

Mr Brown.

I am walking.

And I.

I had a fancy for some air.

I was seeking a few moments
of contemplation.

Then please don't let me disturb you.

- Miss Ellison.
- Yes?

- I wonder...
- Yes?

perhaps we could walk together?

That would be most pleasant.

Perhaps tomorrow evening, then?

Well, that would be... Thank you.

Yes. Yes. I shall be here...

- after tea.
- Till then.

Pearl?

What is it?

- Nothing. I have a chill. I'll be fine.
- Pearl, tell me.

I had the same dream.

And more.

In my dream, she spoke.

She said,

"We will be...
- together now."

It was only a dream.

And dreams are no more
than mere frippery.

No, Pearl.

This thing is talking to us and we
must listen. We must tell Miss Lane.

We most certainly will not

indulge in such emotional weakness.

We have a shop to run.

I in't going to be stinting with them

that used to be my friends
and neighbours.

I'll stand a beer for any man.

You might want to get your hands
on the money first, Twister.

Sir Timothy his-self says
we have the law on our side.

What are you gonna do with
so much money, Twister?

Me and Queenie are gonna
have ourselves a new life...

on the 'skirts of Candleford.

I'm gonna exchange this old hat
for a shining new one.

A new hat don't make
you belong, Twister.

�10 don't make you belong.

You're always expounding,
Robert Timmins, how

poor folks are as good
as any counter-jumpers.

We might know it...
but I'm not so sure they do.

You ought to take a care,
Twister Turrill.

You won't be one of us and
you won't be one of them.

- You might find yourself nowhere.
- You're all jealous, that's all!

A man's got a bit of wealth
and you don't like it.

That's the problem with poor folk.

They... They got no charity about them.

You. I have you now.

Bold words.

He's been poaching on the manor grounds.

Did you see him?
Did you catch him at it?

No, I didn't.

He was cut, he fell.

There's a fair bit of blood.

It's his blood. He'll be cut,
and that will prove I'm right.

If you're right, you fetch a
constable and you lay charges.

I want to see now!

Let him show me.
Let him show all of you!

Alf?

I have no cut.

Let him show me.

If it's true,
then let him take his shirt off.

Son, you've said enough.

Know your place.

"Know my place"?!

I'm the squire's under-keeper.
He's just a...

a Lark Rise field boy.

I am no more
than a Lark Rise stone mason!

Don't you come in here,
looking down your nose at us.

If you want to lay charges,
fetch a constable.

Would you like me
to take my trousers down now?

"Would you like me...!"

- He's wrong for you.
- Pa, you don't know Phillip.

- I've seen enough of him.
- There must be a reason.

Has something happened?
It's Alf, isn't it?

The under-keeper marches into Lark Rise
and talks to us like he owns it!

What? What is it?

I must be getting back. Miss Lane
will want me to take over.

Laura, what is that look on your face?
I am your pa. You tell me.

People say that
same thing about you.

Robert Timmins,
he walks down the road

like he owns one side
and he's about to buy the other side.

They're envious of your pride,
Pa, that's all.

The under-keeper is a vindictive sort.
There's something selfish about him.

Stay away from him.

Pa, please don't tell me
what I must and mustn't feel.

You're to tell him you can't see
him any more. Do you understand?

A letter for Mrs Arless,
from overseas.

Oh, I will take it over to her.

I need some air
and a ride out will do me good.

And I'm sure she would appreciate any
piece of encouragement at this time.

"My darling dear..."

"Darling dear" don't mean much
from across an ocean or two.

"Our ship is heading homeward"

"and, God willing, I'll be with you
before the baby is born."

Perhaps you better read
that last bit again, Miss Lane.

- "I will be with you before... "
- Miss Lane!

I... I must apologise to you.

I have misguided you
with the tea leaves.

Oh, thank heavens!

It wasn't a zebra. I won't
be joining the navy after all!

It was a zebra.
But it weren't no ostrich I saw.

I weren't quite certain at the time,

and it's been on my mind
to tell you what WAS in the leaves.

I've looked a dozen times a day at it,
and now I am certain.

It was a raven.

Mrs Turrill...

the look on your face... You...

you're making me feel afraid.

Oh, I am sorry, Miss Lane.

But I must tell what I saw.

It's bad news.

A death...

that leads to new beginnings.

You're hurt. Edmund you have
to tell your pa about this.

The under-keeper knows there
was someone hurt out there.

I'm scared. He'll be so angry.

I'll say it was my doing.
I'll take the blame.

Edmund, if you don't tell him, I will.

Leave me alone.

Make a wish. Go on.

Anything you want. Go on.

Wish for it and you shall have it.

I will make it happen for you.

What is it you would wish for more
than anything else on this earth?

Go on!

The one thing.

The one person you'd like to see
walk back through that door!

What's the matter with you?
Don't you want to see your pa home?

Oh, there. I've said it.

Your pa is coming from sea.

Isn't that the best news?

Pearl, don't you find it
disconcerting that

I had the dream and then
you had the very same dream?

Dreams are not contagious, Ruby.

It was merely your mention
of this grotesque business

that has disturbed my mental equipoise.

Pearl, I understand your point of view.

I only ask that you hear mine.

Go on.

What I am wondering is,
if the dreams have a purpose,

a message for us, to do something.

And if we don't act,
they may continue to haunt us.

If it would put your mind at rest,
we will speak with Miss Lane.

it was me that was poaching
on the manor grounds.

I know it.

You can smell the bird cooking
all the way across the hamlet.

You take care, Alf.

A month in quod's a hell of a price
to pay for one meal.

Well, that's not the worst of it, sir.

There's something more
I have to tell you.

Emma!

Where's Edmund?

I in't seen him all afternoon.
What's the matter?

God, what have I done?
Edmund is hurt. We have to find him.

Her name was Constance Jeffers.

She was a seamstress.

One of the best... clearly.

Yes, she worked for Harold Wigmore.

Now the reason she appears
in these newspapers is that...

just days after Wigmore was buried,

Miss Jeffers left her cottage,
leaving the door wide open,

and was never seen nor heard of again.

In our dreams,

she was trying to give
the panel to Pearl and me.

She left her message on his grave.

An act of simple devotion.

Indeed. A spinster devoted
to Harold Wigmore.

There was no impropriety, though.

No. All the locals I spoke to,

all said that Wigmore was a
devoted father and husband.

Constance had suitors, but

none would tempt her to marriage.

It seems her heart was spoken for.

The panel seems to have been made
over a period of year. A life's work.

She must have been something
of an obsessive, wouldn't you say?

Giving her... her life over
to waiting for a married man.

She wasn't waiting.

She left it by his grave...

and vanished.

Vanished?

That's it...

the warning...

vanishing.

So, Mrs Turrill, the panel is now yours.

Sir,

as much as I like the sound of �5,

I don't want to be
at the mercy of that thing.

We might vanish.

Perhaps it ought to go
back where it came from,

where it belongs.

I shall lay it down

where Constance left it.

Phillip...

what's happened
between you and my pa?

- He's taken against you so.
- I know I am right about that Arless.

But there weren't a scratch on him.

You're not making any sense.

- I don't understand.
- I heard a cry in the woods.

Someone was hurt.

There must have been someone
else out there with him.

Edmund!

Edmund!

- Edmund!
- Edmund!

Edmund!

Edmund!

- Edmund!
- Edmund!

Edmund,

is that you, young poacher?

Don't worry. Old Twister's here.

- I can't go home. I can't go home!
- Come on, lad.

You can't stay here,
you'll catch your death.

I'm sorry, Pa.

- I'm sorry, Ma.
- You shush.

You save your breath for better things.

Your pa's promised
not to mention poaching.

Now let's see if we can get you
to drink something.

Edmund was safe

and my father could do
as my mother had asked him.

"Just be the pa you are,"

"and Edmund will learn
from watching you."

If we thought that life
could settle down again,

we were mistaken.

The business of the poaching
was far from over.