All language subtitles for 03lark.rise.to.candleford.s04e03.dvdrip.xvid-haggis-eng

'It was said of Reverend Marley

'that he had once given
a local woman his own shoes,
so that she might go to church.

'The locals had a saying about
our curate which, strange as it
may sound, they truly meant.

'They said that Benedict Marley
was "Too good for this world".

'This might have always remained so.

'But when a strange, menacing
spirit found its way into
our little corner of the world,

'it was as though a shadow fell on
a garden, a curse coloured the minds
of people who lived for good cheer.'

Here we are.

There's not much.

Alfie.

Are you well?

I have a coat for your Lizzie

for those winter days
when she has to walk to school.

And I have spoken to Mrs Mostyn
up at Hilltop House and she's willing
to take on Sally in her kitchens.

Sally in't ready, Reverend.

She might have the years,
but she don't have the age.

I'll ask Mrs Mostyn
to hold the place if she can.

Mrs Timmins.

Reverend.

I pray that all is well
with your children, and yourself.

And your husband. Robert will be in
Oxford for another month, or more.

That must
put a load onto you, Emma.

Games, Your Reverend!
Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush.

Musical Chairs. I shall volunteer to
provide them for the church bazaar.

It's the same every year.
Will he leave the children alone
with his games and dances?

A man too old for Postman's Knock
is a man too old for this world.

Mr Turrell. Your game will,
of course, be most welcome.

Tell him, Reverend, to at least
let me help him this time.

Last year, he frightened all
the little 'uns away, and there were

none but him and two cowmen chasing
each other around the church garden.

Twister, will you allow
your wife to assist you?

If that is a Holy Command, sir,
then I must obey. Is it?

It is.

♪ Say well

♪ Around the paths I... ♪

Thomas Brown, I did not expect
to hear you singing this morning.

Why would a man
not be in high spirits?

I have been given the honour and
accolade of organising the church
bazaar, the crown of all my efforts

and hopes, and, er,
well, Margaret's too, of course.

Er, the whole community,
gathered together,
to advance the charitable cause.

But with the rector being so ill.

The rector? Ill?

You hadn't heard?

But that means...

Why do we come to church?

Some of us may come
to gossip about our neighbours,

some of us may come to parade
in our Sunday best.

Some of us might even
be here to worship.

When I was a boy of 14 I did not want
to be considered a child any more.

I was impatient to be known a man.

My family owned a pony and I wanted
to ride her out into the woods,
but I was forbidden from doing so.

I could not accept,

I could not bear this denial.

So I took the pony and
I rode her with such a wildness
that it drove her to her knees.

The pony was crippled, beyond saving.

My shame for

the hurt that I had caused
brought me to my senses.

My selfishness run riot had
taken the life of this poor creature.

I knew what I was made of.

And I knew that I must change.

That fall scarred me for life,

but my own wildness
taught me the very thing
that my father's words could not.

When I think of my own failings
it allows me

to look at others with
tolerance, and with acceptance,

and forgiveness.

It is not for me to tell you
who or what God is.

Each of us
has a God of our own understanding.

It is an abomination.
"A God of our own understanding!"
The man is a scandal.

The Book of Common Prayer says "I
believe in God the Father Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth."

And that is what we must live by.
But he is a wonderful preacher.

No listener ever dropped off
during one of his sermons.

I have never lost his thread.

His "thread", Miss Pratt,
seems to be entirely his own creed.

One does wonder how such
a preacher came to be only a curate

in a remote country parish when his
elegance and eloquence and fervour
could fill any city church.

That mystery, Miss Pearl, is what
hangs over the man like a like...

a mystery. I do hope
the rector will be recovered
in time for the church bazaar.

He must!

I mean... he...
we, we must pray that he will.

Laura. These books, I understand
you paid a penny for them.

I should give them back to you.

Oh. Thank you.
I found them lying in the kitchen.

Oh, I wondered what
had become of them.

How did you get along
with Scott's poetry?

I've seen you with your books, Laura,
how you devour them instantly.

I have so many books.

I will enjoy these now.

You did not read them?

Not even a glance
beneath their covers?

I find that a little surprising.

I gave them to Miss Lane.

I see.

Thank you.

Reverend Marley, may I enquire
how the rector is recovering?

I'm afraid he will be
bedridden for some time.

Ah. I see the church bazaar...
how shall we?

Well, I will say a prayer
of thanks and welcome.

I see. I see.

Reverend Marley.

May I ask...

People round here prefer their
service as they like their food,
plain and simple.

According
to the Book of Common Prayer...

Faith is not a fixed thing, Thomas,

it is a seeking.
Faith, sir, is a rock.

It is a mast.

It is a tower.

Of strength.
For me, it's an adventure.

I do not see it as permanent.

It vanishes,
and I must find it again daily.

Vanish? Faith? Doubt is a gift,
Thomas, if we can dare to admit it.

Doubt, sir,
is the same as disbelief.

What I am trying to say,
Thomas, is that I see your struggle,

and if I can help...

There is no struggle, sir.

There is rock. There is mast.

There is tower.

Help!

The Postman dances around
to the "front door".

That is why it is called

Postman's Knock. We were taught
this game when we were children.

We danced it at every church social.

Are we dancing or recollecting?

Now the dancers must select
who is to "answer the door".

Come on, you be the door.

Now you must pay the Postman
for your letter, with a kiss.

For them as has never been
kissed, this is the most
exciting game ever there was.

Ma, did you kiss boys?
As many as I could!

I loved this game.

Frank, you help your ma
with them buckets. And Ethel,
a broom is a simple enough thing.

It has a brush and a handle.
You take it to the floor.

Alfie, there in't no need
for you to instruct my children.

Just trying to ease your burden,
Emma, while Robert's away.

I shall manage, because I must.

♪ Every morning as true as the clock
somebody hears the Postman's knock

♪ Every morning
as true as the clock

♪ Somebody hears
the Postman's knock. ♪

A snake.

A snake? Perhaps it was
no more than a grass snake.

They can be quite disturbing
if they catch you unawares.

It was long.

Big.

Strange. Oh.

Heavens. What is such a creature
doing amongst us? It was...
Perhaps a sailor brought it home.

Walter Arless was always telling
tales of wonderful things
like monkeys and crocodiles.

Thomas, you must drink this.

It was...

evil.

I sensed the thing before I saw it.

Which means, does it not,

that the creature
was more than a creature.

I had the distinct feeling that it
was waiting for me. I have never...

Miss Lane, you are my witness,
never have I unhanded a letter.

It flew to the very spot
where the monster lurked.

Waiting.

For me.

I knew that it was
about to pounce. I could see
the diabolical glint in its eye.

Eyes.

I thought that I might die
there in the...

bushes.

I knew that I must gather
every grain of God-given courage,

and I must

defy the beast!

I stared

into those evil eyes. Oh, Thomas.

I cried out

"Get thee hence!"
Was it the Devil, Thomas?

Was it? Oh, really,

let us not allow our imaginations
to turn a snake in the grass
into a serpent from Hell.

If you had seen those eyes,
you would not be so indifferent.

It serves no good
to indulge such primitive fears.

There will be a perfectly
logical explanation for
the arrival of this creature.

And doubtless it will be apprehended
by the most stout-hearted man.

A football, Emma. Given to me by
the eldest Henderson boy. For Frank.

We're eating.

I'll give it to him.

I cannot invite you in. Oh, no.

I did not expect you to.
I understand.

But you will say
if you need anything.

Your Perpetual Curate
is ever here to cure souls.

Or, better still, to fetch coals.

It isn't so simple
as that, Benedict,

and we both know it.

Do you fear
your neighbour's tongues, Emma?

Benedict, as you know,
you are forbidden from calling here.

I must ask you not to return.

Did it hiss? Snakes
are such fascinating creatures.
Not all snakes are poisonous.

Some simply crush the life
out of their prey by wrapping
themselves around it.

Why has it appeared now?

Why did it choose Thomas?

What I mean is what does it mean?

Before I set out on that
fateful bicycle ride,

I had an altercation
with Reverend Marley.
He tried to make me doubt my faith.

Oh, Thomas, are you
really suggesting that

a spat with the curate has conjured
up some demon viper from Hell?

A snake can be
just a snake, and also a sign.

Oh, but to question a man's faith,
a devout shepherd,
a follower such as Thomas.

You must admit, Pearl,
that it is all rather bizarre.

Bazaar!

Now I see it! The church bazaar.

I have worked so hard.

This'll be the day of days
for our cause.

An affirmation of
all that I believe.

And this man will use it
to spread his ungodly message.

Perhaps, if you were to speak
with the rector, tell him
about the sermon, the snake.

Yes. Marley must be stopped.

That is certainly the ugliest
and nastiest thing that ever walked
the earth. I think it's beautiful.

It's so exotic and beyond compare.

I wouldn't be afraid if I saw one.

That thing is out there,

slithering around our fields
and our woods and our gardens.

It might be coming this way, Minnie.

Slither, slither,
slipping under the door.

It must turn up somewhere.

I wonder who will be
the next one to see it?

Oh!

SHE SCREAMS

What have you there, my pet?

It's almost finished.

What do you want
with a net on a stick?

It is to catch the snake in.

Oh, I see.

The snake.

Sydney, you don't suppose you
can go in search of the thing?

I shall catch it. And I shall
present it at the church bazaar.
Well...

That will certainly make quite
a spectacle for such a seemly

Sunday afternoon gathering.

It's gone. Gone where?

It could be anywhere.

It might be under my bed.

It might be in my bed.

That's a fine thing
to put in the children's minds.

Come on, children, indoors.

Nothing to fear. Come on.

Nothing to fear.

It will be gone by now.

There's all manner of remedies
that call for snakes.

They have a rare healing
medicine about them.

One old book reckons that a man who
eats half a snake will age no more,

while a man who eats it all
will grow younger.

May I refill your cup, Gabriel?

Your concentration is admirable.

Whenever I have paperwork to do,
before I am on the second page,

I find that somehow I am making
a cake. I am grateful for
the use of your kitchen, Miss Lane.

Gabriel, Sydney has no father.

What I mean is, his pa is not here
and I have a dilemma.

He is intent on going out
to look for the snake.

I fear that if he goes he will be

hurt by the thing.

I am at a loss to know
what is the right thing to do.

What would your father have done?

We would have taken the net and set
out together to catch the snake.

He would have known it
was a hopeless endeavour,

but he would have given me
the thrill of the adventure.

Oh. I see.

Well, as rational as I am
about such things,

I cannot face the prospect
of going out... I can.

Sydney would

love it if you were
willing to do that for him.

And I would be most appreciative.

Just so long as we
don't catch the thing, eh?

Frank, is that a rash on your neck?

That's always been there, Ma.
Why are you fussing so, Ma?

I ain't fussing. I ain't.

Am I?

Ma'am. Did Mr Cochrane speak
to you about the books? The books?

Why would he want
to speak with me about them?

He confronted me.
I was in such a panic.

He pressed me to know why I had
not looked inside of the books.

He wanted to know how they came
to be left in the kitchen.

I did not know
what I might say, so I

told him I'd given the books to you.

He knows I read the letter.

Yet I spoke with him last night,
and he gave me no sign.

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

I felt I had to tell him the truth.

Snake! Snake!
Oh, it weren't a snake.

It were a mistake.

I fear it is going to be a long day.

Where are you off to, Emma?

I want to see that the children
get to school unharmed.

Is that so? I ain't never known you
to company 'em down the lane before.

We ain't never had a snake before.

Then I bid you safe journey.

Go to Queenie. That's it.

Have you thought, when you leave
the children in their classroom,

the creature might be there,
or may arrive there?

Perhaps you should stay
with them the day long?

I must do what I can.

Mr Cochrane, may I join you?

It promises to be quite
a tale if you catch the snake

and quite a tale if you don't.

I once met an old snake hunter,

and he taught me how
to follow a snake trail.

Then it certainly will be
a day of adventures.

My dear, how did you fair
with the rector?

He was too ill to receive me.

Perhaps he will recover in time to...

There is no time.
The bazaar is imminent.

Perhaps if you wrote to him?

Margaret, not only will I compose
a letter, but I will deliver it
to the rectory.

Post haste.

Emma?

Emma?

I took the children to the school

and I can't seem
to find my way home.

I have such a sick feeling
like the Earth might open up.

I daren't take another step.

Come with me.

Sit in the shade for a while.

THEY CHEER

It's this way. I saw the trail.

So there really are snake trails?

It seems so.

Laura, your pa,

when he forbade Reverend Marley
from coming to your cottage,

what happened between them?

I expect they had some row
about politics or religion.

My pa is never far from an argument
where those things are concerned.

But I ain't never known him to
forbid someone from his door before.

Something must have disturbed him.

I was a child at the time.

My parents never talk about it.
Why do you ask?

There is something about that man
troubles me.

Alfie, Reverend Marley has been
nothing but kind to your family.

Miss Lane, may I inquire, has there
been, or is there now, a letter

or a note, perhaps a message,
for me? For you, Thomas?

I am expecting an urgent
communication, ma'am. Urgent.
I have seen nothing.

Do you think it's gone to Candleford?
I don't know, Sydney.

We'll have to see.

Oh, did you catch it? No, but we
caught two frogs and almost a rabbit.

Almost a rabbit?

You are the intrepid hunters.

I am sorry it has taken
all day, Miss Lane, but when
we boys set out on an adventure,

we must pursue it to its very end.
Snake! Snake!

It will be a dish rag
or a broom handle.

It has been like this all day.
I feel I would have been safer
out in the wilds with you.

Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps there will
be a message waiting for you.

Perhaps the rector will make
a providential recovery.

We cannot rely on fortune, Margaret.
We cannot stand back and hope.

We are compelled to intervene.

But what more can we do?

Margaret, what is it that steers us,

holds us afloat, sustains us
and, my dear, delivers us?

One another?

Faith! We shall be delivered.

We have a means.

Thomas, what is it
we are praying for?

The word. From the rector.

That our message has been heard
that we are not to be abandoned.

That our faith is justified.

Everything that we
believe in will prevail.

Emma?

Come here.

Let me help you to wash your hand.

What is happening to me?

Since I saw
that thing, it has haunted me.

I can't bear to be still.

Perhaps this is a good thing.

You would not say such a thing

if you felt
the bottomless fear...

I have my own torments, Emma.

You know that.

Emma, suppose you saw this
as a message.

A sort of guidance
from your own soul.

The fear was already there in you,

and the snake
only served to bring it out,

to give you permission
to be terrified.

What good could there possibly be
in such feelings?

How do they help me to feed
my children, tend my baby?

Write to Robert,
and tell him that you are struggling.

Are you saying that a woman
doesn't have the strength,

that she needs a man?

I am saying that you need your
husband's comfort, that is all.

I am saying
that strength, that willpower,

is not the foundation we think it is.

I have always been strong.

When we admit our defects,
we look at our darkness,

then we come to realise that we
cannot rely upon ourselves entirely.

I cannot afford to be afraid.

But the more you deny it,
it becomes a greater monster

and you're at its mercy.

You talk to me about fear.

Have you ever held a child,
your own child,

held them close,
wiped away their tears

and told them
it will all be all right,

promised them
when you know that it's not true?

When life is nothing but hunger

and worry and toil and loss.

I can't do it.

I cannot be strong enough
for my children.

It will all be all right.

I promise you.

I promise you.

No message. Nothing.

Not even a choir boy to pass on
some word from the rector.

Thomas, you've been through
that stack of letters three times.

I was certain
that I would hear something.

BELL RINGS

Miss Lane, we have news.

We have heard it on good authority...

The milkman.

That our curate was seen leaving
a Lark Rise cottage...

After dark.

The Timmins cottage.

And the man of the house
is away from home.

Away from home.

Of course,
it may all be entirely innocent.

But, there is something
about that man.

Emma?

What are you doing?

I ain't feeling too well.

I shall go back inside.

Why are they looking at me that way?

Em...

Reverend Marley was seen coming from
your door after dark last night.

What were you doing, letting him in?

My own neighbours

would think such a thing
of a man of the cloth?

Why did your Robert deny him
from ever coming into your cottage?

I don't know.

They rowed.

What was it they quarrelled about?

What is it to you, Alf Arless?

What is it to any of you?

Em, I'm only...

Let me be.
Let me have some peace, won't you?

Reverend Marley.

Surely you will now have the decency

to stand down from
the Church Bazaar?

Thomas, what can I have done to you
to have stirred such bad feeling?

To me, sir?

To the whole town.

Any Christian man would
leave our parish without delay.

Now we know why
you are the perpetual curate.

What do you mean?

We all know your scandalous deeds,
Benedict Marley.

After dark.

Slithering!

It is my duty
to inform the rector of all of it.

Indeed, I will write to the bishop.

I will expose you
for the snake that you are.

Thomas. So much fury.

Are you sure it is me who you doubt?

I know that if you go to
my ma's house at night
it must be for good reasons.

Your ma saw the snake.

It disturbed her greatly.

Then why did you not
explain that to Thomas?

Why did you not defend yourself?

Because if I stood up to him,

Thomas Brown
would find himself in danger.

This place, Laura,

it is a house of truth,
or it is nothing.

When I spoke about
the incident with the pony,

I did not tell all of it.

I dare not.

I stole that pony.

That was long ago, Reverend Marley.

The life you have
lived since then...

That is not all of it, Laura.

The same day,
the reason I took flight,

I had a row with my father.

He took hold of my arm.

He wanted to reason with me, he
wanted to make me to listen to him,

to force me to obey him.

I felt constrained.

I was consumed by such a rage,

and something in me snapped.

And I struck him in the face.

My own father.

It knocked him to the ground.

I stood over him.
But it was not enough.

I wanted to go on.

He was a great ox of a man,
but he saw in me something,

a force far more powerful
than anything he could summon.

My own father was afraid of me.
Do you understand?

I see.

Why did my pa prevent you
from ever coming into our cottage?

It's not what people think.

We rowed.

Fiercely.

He took hold of me by the arm.

I pushed him to the floor.

He saw in me the same thing
as my own father recognised,

and he did not want me
near his family.

And he is right.

It is what I am.

There is only one thing
in this world that I am afraid of.

Benedict Marley.

You've done such good in this world.

You gave away your own shoes.

I have to. I have to.

It is a reprieve.

It is a daily reprieve
from my own nature.

SHOP BELL RINGS

DOOR BANGS

Thomas.

We happened to hear
you had an altercation
with our curate in the street.

Thomas, what is the matter?

What if...

..there is no Holy Spirit?

The Bible, the Church,

hundreds of years of worship,

every prayer
that I have ever uttered.

Supposing...it's all an illusion

and a folly?

Heavens.

Thomas, what a thing to say.

What if...

my whole life

has been...

..wrong?

What has brought this on?

It is the snake. It must be.

The thing has cursed him.

If we pause to consider

in an all-knowing,
all-seeing, all-conquering being

who has the time

to be ever-present
in my little life.

He follows me from door to door
with every letter I deliver.

Looking down on every piffling step
of my backwoods life.

He is there when I dress,

and I undress.

When I...

Thomas.

It's truly bizarre.

It is possible that we must
all at some time face doubt,

in ourselves,

in our faith...

If there is an Almighty,
let him strike me down now!

Ha!

Whatever it is you are making,
Gabriel,

it seems to fill you
with contentment.

It fills me with purpose.

I told you I was making
a machine, Miss Lane.

But it is more than that.

I am attempting
to invent my own creation,

to imagine and build something that
does not exist until I cause it to.

From what I can see,
it will be quite fantastical.

Let me offer you
sincere encouragement

and perhaps some mint cake
to keep you going.

Miss Lane.

You have taken me on here.

I have found an unexpected friend.

I am glad you think of me so.

I know you saw the letter.

Yes, I did.

And you placed it into my possession
in the gentlest of ways.

I still do not know
if I did the correct thing.

You did.

This machine, without it,
I would have to look at,

well, the letter and what it means.

I have no-one I can speak to
about these things.

I thought, if I worked,
if I drove myself on, but...

But...

But it gets lonely.

And, in the end,
we always need another human being.

I have thrown away my inheritance
on an infatuation.

On a woman who was not
what she appeared to be.

A woman who pretended
that she loved me.

I'm sure it was not quite
as stark or as cold as that.

Some part of your wife must have...

She married me,

but was she ever truly mine?

What I see now is...

I did not know her when we married.

I doubt I ever knew her.

Somehow, it seems to be only lovers
who ever say such things.

As if we should,

as if we are entitled
to know all of one another.

Gabriel,

there are days
when I do not know myself.

Not so long ago,

you adored this woman

and held her to be
a lodestar of wonder.

Now you consider her to be
all shadows and deceit.

Perhaps you might find some peace

if you accept she was neither.

She was human.

And so are you.

You may not be ready
to forgive her yet,

but perhaps you could have
a little mercy on yourself.

Just for today.

Twister Turrill called you
the Fount of Wisdom hereabouts.

Oh.

Only hereabouts?

Perhaps hereabouts
will have to be enough.

Just for today.

May I ask,

what have you done with the letter?

It you hold onto it,

it will keep its hold on you.

You will return to it every night,

let it torment you.

You could...

Thank you for your kindness,
Miss Lane.

That snake might never be found.

He might be gone for good.

Where would he be hiding now?

Perhaps in the church gardens.

Perhaps under my pillow.

Perhaps sitting in the bar
at the Wagon and Horses.

That snake isn't
in your washing basket no more.

It's in your mind.

The fear is only in your thinking.

And you can't cure your thinking
by your thinking.

The only cure for your thinking
is living.

And that means taking
your children to the bazaar.

The creature in't the true
reason you want me to go
to the bazaar, is it, Queenie?

Even good Christian neighbours
like to wag their tongues.

They're saying
I won't go to the bazaar

cos I've got something to hide,

cos I am ashamed.

I don't know why folks like to think
the worst of other folks,

but they do.

Reverend Marley's only wish
was to comfort me.

And don't comfort feel good
when it is a man holding us up?

He wiped away my tears.

I hadn't realise
how much I needed it.

I find myself hoping he will return.

There isn't nothing wrong with fear,

and there isn't nothing wrong
with comfort.

But too much fear
and too much comfort.

Do you see, Emma?

I cannot face the bazaar.

And, Dear Lord, if it is in any way
my failing, or of my causing,

then show me how I might
correct my shortcomings.

My dear,

you see before you
is a man freed from delusion.

What I see before me
is breaking my heart.

It hurts like nothing else
to doubt the one you love.

But it will pass.

I have been here before.

You have doubted me?

Of course.

Doubt is God's gift.

You always renew my faith in you.

Thomas,

doubt is only fear.

"Fear knocked at the door.

"Faith answered.

"And there was nobody there."

My dear,

your church needs you.

The bazaar needs you.

Think of the heathens
in foreign parts.

Reverend Marley, sir.

Alf.

Are Patience's teeth
troubling her still?

It isn't the babe keeping me
from my bed, sir,

it is you.

I must speak to you, sir,
concerning a difficult...

Mrs Timmins.

You shouldn't be going to her
cottage this kind of time at night.

I'm your curate.

I have a pastoral duty of care
to every parishioner in Lark Rise.

Her husband is away.

Robert Timmins
will take a tramp from the lane
and welcome him into his home.

His door is open to anyone.

But not to you.

There has to be a reason for that.

Even as a boy,
you had immense courage, Alfie.

Willing to take on anything
or anyone you had to.

Did you hear
what I said to you, sir?

Mr Timmins may have forbidden me
from entering his home
but God has told me I must.

Our conscience will always
tell us what is right.

You know that, Alfie. You live by
that. There may be consequences,
of that I have no doubt.

But I am willing to accept them.

The cloth don't make
a man respectable.

Perhaps there is a reason
you isn't never been more than
a curate in a left-behind place.

I hold you in great regard, Alf.

I would appreciate it
if you respected me.

But I do not need you to.

I am asking you to stay away.

Stay away!

I don't want to.

I don't want to.

I was afraid
I was going to strike you.

But I don't want to.

I told you, Benedict.
Your time here has changed you.

Your husband

told me once,

"God is other people."

I didn't know what he meant.

I didn't, but...

I do now.

Thank you, Emma.

I will write to Robert,

tonight,

and tell him
how I miss the comfort he gives.

And tell him

how I am to take my children
to the Church Bazaar.

You're about early
this morning, Sydney.

Sydney likes an early breakfast
before we all have
our late breakfast.

I like an early breakfast.
And so does Laura.

And Miss Lane likes her early
breakfast in bed. Jams, mostly.

I'm rather fond of an early
breakfast myself. Can I sit with you?

I have bacon, sir, and sausages,
and eggs, and bread

and as many cups of tea
as a man can bear.

Can we go snake hunting again today?

It's the Church Bazaar today.

My ma loves you. Sydney!

It's true.

She looks at you as she looks at me.

Well then I'd better have
two sausages with my early breakfast.

FOLK TUNE PLAYS

Snake! Snake!

Snake! Snake!

Snake! Snake!

I think the poor thing is afraid.

It's so beautiful.

It looks

no more than one of God's creatures,
same as you or I.

I never thought I'd hear Thomas
Brown compare himself to a snake.

We were here, Sydney.

We found it.

What we going to do with it?

You put the thing in the sack,
Alfie,

and I shall step forward
and be rid of it.

MUSIC RESUMES

♪ Every morning as true as the clock

♪ Somebody hears the postman's knock

♪ The best of folk our postgirl be

♪ She hurries from door to door

♪ Will she bring glad news for me?

♪ That's what I been yearning for

♪ Every morning as true as the clock

♪ Somebody hears the postman's knock

♪ To see the joyful face of a child

♪ With my ratatatat at the door

♪ Hope in the eyes of a lonely wife

♪ That's what I been yearning for

♪ Every morning as true as the clock

♪ Somebody hears the postman's knock

♪ Up at dawn I look to see

♪ Don't look for letters no more

♪ The postie will bring
sweet love to me

♪ That's what
I've been yearning for

♪ Every morning as true as the clock

♪ Somebody hears the postman's knock

♪ Every morning as true as the clock

♪ Somebody hears the postman's knock.

LAUGHTER AND CHEERING

Is this the thing?

You're certain what the books say?

A man who eats this

will grow younger?

Growing old is a gift, not a curse.

Otherwise we'd all be babies
wailing to be fed.

If I say so myself,

there are marvellous things
I can do with turnips.

'An old sailor had lost his snake,
passing through.

'Though he did return to claim it.

'Reverend Marley made a point
of always telling us

'that no man
is too good for this world.

'And neither is any man
too damned for this world.'

I won a pig!

A whole pig.

At the fair, in the shin-kicking,
Alfie's foot went over the line.

You think he cheated?

You do believe in me,
but you say it like you don't. No.

I would like to buy a piece
of your pig.

No. Twister Turrill is a good man.

You are most welcome to sleep
in the attic. Thank you, Miss Lane.

I've seen the world
how good folk see it.

What have you done with my husband?

You, Gabriel,
presume too much upon my kindness.

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