All language subtitles for 04lark.rise.to.candleford.s04e04.dvdrip.xvid-haggis-eng

Roll up, roll up for Professor
Terdinnick's Most Marvellous

Tempestulator, for the fail-safe
prognosticating of the weather!

'Once a year,
the fair came to Candleford Green.

'It brought
wondrous sights and sounds.

'There were hay bale races
and high jumps,

'and dipping heads in tubs of water
to retrieve apples with the teeth.

'And then there was the contests
of contests - the Great
Shin-Kicking Tournament.

'The test of strength and speed,
courage and skill.

'The winner was crowned Champion
and carried through the streets
in glory.

'And the prettiest girl was named
Queen of the Fair.

'It never rained
when the fair came to town.

'It seemed to bring
only sunshine and laughter,

'and great good fortune.'
I won a pig!

A whole pig! We won a pig!

Minnie, this toast is still bread.

And the jam is chutney.

And there appears to be no tea in
the tea. Minnie, what is the matter?

No, ma'am, please don't ask.
If you ask, I shall have to answer,

and my mouth don't want to speak it.
Please, ma'am. Very well.

We shall talk of something else,

if you so wish.

I cannot bear to take it off, ma'am.

Please may I wear it,
just for today?

I would not deny you one more day as
Queen of the Fair, Laura.

Mr and Mrs Turrill
will soon be having nothing but bacon
for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Magic, in't it, ma'am, that they
should have won a whole pig?

It is fortunate, certainly,
and I rejoice for them.

But it is not magic.
Don't you believe in magic, ma'am?
Minnie, you know full well,

I do not believe in anything that
I cannot see with my own eyes.
Do you believe in science, Ma?

Only I'm making
my very own Tempestulator,
for the predicting of the weather.

Oh, that is wonderful, Sydney.

Then you can tell me if it is
going to rain on my wash day.

Gabriel, you are...

writhing, it would seem. Oh. Um...

I did not sleep very well.

The rain came in last night, I think
some tiles may be loose in the roof.
This morning, I can barely move.

Well, the attic is empty, in't it,
ma'am? Upstairs? It is, indeed.

But it would not be
entirely appropriate.

Thomas used to sleep there.
It is not the same thing, Minnie.

It would not be proper. But...
It is out of the question.

I am sorry, Gabriel.

I will have the tiles seen to,
to make it more comfortable
for you there.

Thank you, Miss Lane,
that would be much appreciated.

PIG GRUNTS
We shall have us a toad!

Ain't nothing like
my Queenie's toad.

Suet pastry light as air, and
the juices when you bite into it!

Why, Mrs Turrill, do you know
your luck? This is a Berkshire.

The meat favoured by
her Majesty the Queen.

This pig, Mrs Turrill, is
commonly known as The Queen's Pig.

Ha-ha! A Queen for my Queen!
I brought him some turnip tops.

I'm digging over
the whole of my patch.

I feel like I have
the strength of ten men!

Funny, in't it, how one little word
can make you feel mighty?

And what is that word?

ALL: Champion!

Ain't never been a truer one.
I can't tell you, Queenie,
how it gladdens my heart

and feeds my soul to see good
fortune come to good people. Indeed.

God's universe is a just universe.

Now, if God would just make
my patch grow.

My leeks are thin as beans
this year, and my beans
weren't no better than grass.

I fear I may have been
unfair this morning...

to Gabriel.

In truth, the forge is no place
for a person to live.

Would it really be so bad
for him to sleep in the attic?

Thomas would not approve, and...

I do not think it would suit
Gabriel.

It is awkward to be a guest,
to live under someone else's roof.

It is not always comfortable.

And Gabriel and I, we have...

reached an ease with one another,
and... I have never been

anything but comfortable here,
ma'am.

Thank you, Laura.

You are quite right.

I should not make anyone sleep
where I would not wish to.

I will invite him in,

and we must simply
steer the ship with care.

SHE SIGHS

Ah, well, I suppose the ghost of
a good snuff's better than nothing.

HE LAUGHS

We shall have us a toad,
faggots and peas.

I'll be fat, fat as a palace cat!
It ain't right.

Us with so much, and there's Alfie
and his brood, don't get so much as

a sniff of good meat all the month.
And Emma...

putting her soul into the soil

and barely able to scratch together
a paltry stew.

What you saying then?

My friends, I have won a pig.

Out of the blue, out of the sky,
I have won a pig.

And here's my thinking.

Twister and me, we don't need a whole
pig - a whole pig for two people!

For myself, all I need is
my ounce of snuff.

All I need is a toad.

So I have decided...

We shall have us a Pig Feast!

A Pig Feast!

Like in the old times.
We shall have it on Saturday,
when the pig-sticker's in town.

Everyone will bring what they can,
and I will bring the pig.

Queenie, no, it's too much.

Where is the joy in good fortune
if you don't share it?

Now, children,

we must make him good and fat.

We must find him the juiciest berries
and the choicest snails. Come on!

♪ When King Arthur first did reign
He rul-ed like a king

♪ He bought three sacks of
barley meal

♪ To make a plum pud-ding... ♪

Thomas? I like to give Margaret
a little gift

every now and then
as a token of my devotion.

I had thought to pick her
some moss rose,

but now I see this ribbon
in softest duck-egg blue.

Why are you devoted, Thomas?

Why? Because she is perfection.

Then I suppose I am undevoted.

I have never had a crown of roses,
nor shall I again,

so I am determined to wear it
until it falls apart.

I'm sure I would do the same...

had I ever been Queen of the Fair.

You are as pretty as a butterfly.
SHOP BELL RINGS

Good day to you all.

I will take a length of the duck-egg
blue, if you please, Miss Pratt.

Of course, Mr Brown.

It's a little something for my wife.

A token of my high regard.

How romantic!

Why should the little brown bird
not adorn herself?

We cannot all be Queen of the Fair,

but we can
make the most of what we have.

I beg your pardon?
The little brown...bird?

Oh, no, Mr Brown...

I do not mean it as an insult.

Quite the contrary.

I am charmed by the quiet beauty
of the dunnock.

Indeed, for myself, I find moths
far more beautiful than butterflies.

Moths? More beautiful
than butterflies? No, Mr Parish...

I do not mean to say that
Mrs Brown is more beautiful than...

Miss Timmins. I should think not.
TAPPING

Er... Oh, no, Thomas, I did not mean
to slight Mrs Brown. It's just that

Laura is the Queen of the Fair.

She is the prettiest girl
in Candleford.

Mr Brown...

I, I beg you to...

accept this ribbon free of charge.

SHOP BELL RINGS

DOOR SLAMS

Thomas,
Daniel only thought to praise me.

Indeed, I did not know he set
so much store by me being Queen,

but I'm sure he did not mean
to reproach Mrs Brown.

How could he? She is irreproachable.

She is. I, sadly, Laura, am not.

What do you mean?
I should have defended her!

"How dare you, sir!"

I should have said, "My wife is
the most beautiful of all of
God's creations."

I should have called him a...

a poltroon and a disgrace!

And instead, I gaped, like a drowning
fish, and said nothing at all!

You wanted to see me, Miss Lane?
Gabriel...

I hope you will forgive me
for earlier. You are most welcome

to sleep in the attic, if you would
be more comfortable there.
Thank you.

I am obliged to you.
I would be more comfortable.

I will get my things. I think
it best for us to have some rules

by which to live, so that
there may be no misunderstandings.

Indeed.
The Post Office demands order,

so I would ask you to be tidy.

Of course. Wednesdays and Saturdays
will be your bath nights,
dinner times are sacred.

No boots upstairs. Very good.

I would be grateful if you would
set a good example to Sydney.

No language, or smoking, or pranks.

But above all, Gabriel...

..you must make yourself at home.

Thank you, Miss Lane.

Flowers for my lady.

Cowslip for grace, sweet woodruff
for sweet humility and honeysuckle.

A gift from Tristan to his Iseult.

Thomas, my Galahad.

What news, sweet knight,
what news from court?

How fare my Lord and Lady Turrill,
and their pig?

The Turrills are greatly blessed.

The pig is a Berkshire, no less.

A Berkshire? Yes.

My grandmother kept a Berkshire.

The tenderest meat.

I have not had Berkshire bacon
since I was a child.

You shall have your bacon, my dear.

You shall have
whatever your heart desires.

DOG WHIMPERS

PIG GRUNTS
Ah!

Where you going? Fearful cold.
We don't want him catching
a chill, do we?

I'm coming, my beauty, I'm coming!

You'll soon be snug and warm,
my handsome darling.

Invite him in, why don't you?

He can have my cap 'n all!

She give him my blanket...

off my very back!

She didn't come yesterday.

Minnie.

She said she would. Did you hear me?

Pigs in blankets!

What's a fellow got to do
for a bit of sympathy?

You didn't come yesterday.
I was thinking.

I was thinking - what does my Alfie
want more than anything?

So I brought you some... I brought
you something for the patch.

You brought me a basket of...
Min, it's just what I need!
I shall have spuds big as a house!

I brought it because I'm devoted,
Alf, so devoted, so you don't
need to worry no more about me,

cos I do believe in you, I do, and I
always will, cos I know you ain't got
nothing but true bones in your body.

You DO believe in me? Huh?

You DO believe in me.
But you say it like you don't.

No! No, no, no! It's my mouth.
It says things my brain don't mean...

It in't to be trusted. I got to get
back, I've got to make breakfast.

I only came for a look at you.
You don't believe in me, Min?

What exactly don't you believe?

Minnie!

Minnie, if you do not want me to
wear the crown, I shall take it off.

Why would I want that?
Because Alfie is Champion.

Perhaps you wish
you would have been Queen.

Oh, I know I ain't
no Queen of the Fair.

Alfie don't love me for my looks.

He loves me because
I'm steadfast and loyal and...

Laura, can eyes lie? Only my eyes
are telling me they seen something,

but the rest of me don't want to
believe it. Why, what did they see?

At the fair, in the shin-kicking...

Alfie's foot went over the line.

You think he cheated?

You didn't see it?

No, I did not.
Then my eyes ARE lying!

Minnie, I've known Alf Arless
since the day he was born.

I ain't ever known a finer soul.
So did they lie, or didn't they?

Minnie, you're the truest girl
I ever knew.

I am unable to say.
Perhaps you should find

someone else to help you
solve this problem.

Gabriel is clever, in't he?

With his sums and all.

And he is a man.

Mr Turrill! Oh, Mr Turrill,
how fares His Majesty? The pig.

Oh, him. He's dandy, he is.

Pig in boots. So, now, Mr Turrill,
another question.

I wondered if you had thought
to sell any of him?

I hadn't thought on it.

Sell him? Sell him. How much?

I only need a small piece of bacon...
A shilling? A shilling?!

Mr Brown, it isn't called the
Queen's Pig for nothing, now, is it?

Very well.

One and six? Yes, one and six. As it
is for Margaret, my treasured wife.

Sell him, is it?

Sell him.

See, I hadn't thought on it,
but now, I am thinking on it.

And now that I think on it,
I am thinking...

Mmm. ..Thomas Brown,

that no, I'm not thinkin' of
selling him. Ah.. No, sir.

No, no, no.

He in't mine to sell, see.

He's my Queenie's pig.
No, he in't for selling.

The pig is not for sale. Right.

Oh...

Mr Turrill,

what is it? Your face...

Are you quite well? No.

Ooh, 'ere, Thomas Brown.

What is this, this feeling?
I got a feeling all inside me,

all welling up in me
from the earth, like.

All yellow, it is, like I drunk
nothing but honey mead all my life.

Like I got the sun in my bones.

What is this, Thomas Brown?

I cannot divine, Mr Turrill.
It sounds...

very like the feeling I have
on a Sunday, after I have
prostrated myself before the Lord.

It is a feeling, Mr Turrill,
I do believe,

of virtuousness. Eeh!

Virtuous, is it?

Virtuous... Yes!
Because I did not sell the pig.

Ah. Yes.

Virtuous! Now, why didn't no-one
tell me it felt like this?

I'd have been virtuous all my life
if I'd have known! Hear me,

Thomas Brown,
from this moment forth,

Twister Turrill
shall be a good man... Yes.
..and a blameless husband.

God bless you for that, Mr Turrill.

Mr Brown. You are well?

Mrs Brown...
She was content with the ribbon?

Such a lovely colour you chose.
HE SIGHS

Mr Brown? My only desire in life,

Miss Pratt,
is to be a worthy husband to my wife.

But I cannot give her anything she
wants. Not even a piece of bacon!

Bacon, Mr Brown? She has set her
heart on a piece of Mr Turrill's pig,

but he will not be persuaded.
I cannot persuade him.

I am an errant knave!

But...
her honour shall not go unprotected.

I shall be her knight yet.

Indeed, I shall.

Somehow.

TWISTER CHUCKLES

Now, there's a smile
to light up the sky.

Oh, Queenie,

I've tasted it, I've seen it.

What's that then?

I've seen the world how good folk
see it, looking out at it straight

and strong through my eyes, not
sideways and sly-like. Oh, Queenie,

it was better than ale!

Better than ale
and didn't cost me a penny!

Who are you? And what have you done
with my husband?

SHE CHUCKLES

SHOP BELL RINGS

Mr Parish! Daniel Parish!

Show yourself, sir!

Well, it's no good, Mr Parish.

I must have satisfaction.

You have insulted my lady.

I must defend her honour.

You're not challenging me
to a duel, Thomas?

I regret that I cannot, sir,
as I do not wish to kill or maim you.

But I must be satisfied somehow.

I cannot bear this torment
much longer. Perhaps you could...

slap Mr Parish smartly across the
face with a glove? Well, I could,

but I fear a slap...

may cause injury. You could draw
the glove gently across my face.

That is more a symbolic gesture than
a punishment,

as such.

There now, Thomas.

Do you feel any better now?

No, I do not, sir.

I do not think that I will...

ever feel better again.

Poor Mr Brown. There must be
something we can do for him.

I will procure them
a piece of the pig.

I will even cook it for them myself.

I may try one of my more
experimental recipes.

I have a fancy for pork
boiled in milk,

with celery and oranges.

HE SNORES

PIG GRUNTS

Gabriel, I have a horrible problem.

Can you solve it for me with one of
your dilagams and calkimations?

That depends on the nature of
the problem.

My Alfie is Champion of the Fair...

..only he in't, because he didn't win
the shin-kicking, not right and fair.

His foot went over the line.
And I know because I seen.

And my eyes didn't lie.

But if my eyes didn't lie,
then Alfie must have...

He is my beloved, and if I doubt him,
then I must be undevoted.
And if I'm undevoted,

then he can't love me, for that's
what he loves me for. Do you see?

I regret...

I do not have a calculation
for love, Minnie.

I can only speak from experience,
and...

..in my experience, I've...

found that blind devotion

is no good to anyone.

Are you following me, missus?

Er...

I am.

Mr...Twister...

Mr Twister...

I would like to buy a piece of
your pig to cook for the Browns.

I am prepared to pay
good money for it.

What do you say to two and six?

Two and six?

No. No, no, no. No. No? No.

Twister Turrill's
a good man now, see?

How very disappointing.
I have the money here in my purse.

It is yours.

All I ask is a small piece of
tenderloin. Huh...

No, Miss Pratt.

The pig in't for selling.

The pig is not for sale.

He will not sell you any meat?
Not even the smallest piece.

Perhaps it is for the best.

My dear sister, you must know,

you have been blessed with
so many gifts. Oh!

Cookery is not one of them.

You have no natural sympathy
with food.

Indeed, there is some enmity there.

Oh?
Ruby, please, take it in good heart.

I plead as much for Mr and Mrs Brown
as for myself.

Oh! And you, I suppose,
are on the best of terms with food?

Well, let me apprise you of
certain truths, sister dear.

Your gravy is too thin.

You always overcook the cabbage, and
your crackling is frankly flabby.

Then you will cook your dish, and
I shall cook mine, and the proof,

as they say... Heh-heh!

..will be in the eating.

Oh, Mr Turrill!

How do you do, sir?

Mr Turrill, let's to business.
Could you be prevailed upon
to sell me a piece of your Berkshire?

I will give you four shillings
for it.

Oh, do not prevail, missus.

Mr Twister, Mr Twister...

I have a proposal for you.

Mr Twister,
I shall give you four shillings...

and I shall make you a new coat

to your exact specifications.
A coat?

A coat with pockets?
I will give you four shillings
and a ribbon for your hat.

Four shillings and four shillings.
Oh... Oh, they is prevailing.

A warm coat for winter.
Warm as a blanket to wrap you in.

Four shillings and four shillings.

Come now, Mr Twister, why do you
hesitate? Are you quite yourself?

Oh, she is prevailing hard!

Oh, she is overcoming!

Oh, Twister, Twister Turrill,
you is overcome!

Ha!

Gabriel.

It has jammed again.

But I think I have
deduced the cause.

I've made a mistake
in the construction.

No, don't touch, Sydney.
What I need is space,

space in which to spread out
and think.

A place, moreover,
where I may work undisturbed,

away from people
and their endless problems.

And my kitchen is the place?
Miss Lane, it is a liberty, I know,

but I am so close,
so close to a solution.

I may perhaps need to redesign
the gear hub.

You know how hard I've worked
on this. Well, then, very well.

Ma'am, it's raining.
We'll have to bring the washing in.

You do not mean to hang it in here?

That would somewhat defeat
my purpose. We will hang it
upstairs, in the attic.

Where I sleep?

Indeed.

Yes, of course.

Mr Brown? Yes.

It is my great honour
to invite you and Mrs Brown
to come and dine with me.

Oh, it was to be a surprise but,
Mr Brown, I cannot resist.

Mrs Brown...shall have...

her Berkshire pork.

You have persuaded him, Miss Pratt?
Mr Turrill is selling the pig?

Mr Turrill is selling the pig?
Mr Turrill does not wish
to sell the pig.

Laura, you are shedding petals
all over Gabriel's floor.

Soon, there will be no crown left.
Then what shall I do?

There's something so beautiful
in the wearing of it.

Laura, beware of vanity.

It makes even the most beautiful
unbecoming.

And Daniel is devoted to YOU,
not the crown.

I'm not wearing it to please Daniel.

Have you ever been devoted, ma'am?

Yes, Minnie, I have. Long ago.

But you in't devoted now?

No. Not even to Gabriel?

What a curious question, Minnie.

No, I am not...devoted to...

to Gabriel.
Whatever gave you such an idea?

It's all right.
He didn't mind, when Sydney said.
He weren't embarrassed or nothing.

When Sydney said?

When Sydney said what?

What did Sydney say?

I said, "My ma loves you."
And what did he say, Gabriel?

How did he reply?

He said that, in that case,
he would have another sausage
with his breakfast.

Oh, did he? He said...

Oh.

I see.

Must be more air than soil in there
now, you turned it so often.

She didn't come
and see me again today. She said
she don't believe in me no more.

I ain't no cheat, Queenie.

She said you was a cheat?

I don't believe it.

Well, that's what she meant.
How do you know?

You asked her straight? No, I...

I ain't been to see her.

And why is that?

You've been a champion since
the day you were born, Alf Arless.

Didn't need no fair to make you one.

Minnie knows that.
That gal, she worships you.

Well, I don't want her
to worship me.

I want her to love me,
no matter what.

No matter what?

Oh, Alf...

I expect you would like
another chop, Gabriel?

Thank you, Miss Lane.

No Minnie? No.

No Twister neither.

Coo-ee! Who's that?

What can SHE want?

Acorns will not fatten him like
a milk pudding. Good morning.

Barley mash, the finest feed of all.

I think we know how to feed our pig,
thank you, Miss Pratt.

Our pig. It is Candleford's pig now.

Oh, my... Oh, Twister,

what have you done?

Spent, lost, gone!

I ain't to be trusted! I ain't.

Ne'er-do-well!

Jackdaw!

They made me, them Candleford types,

they sweet-talked me!

Didn't you understand none of it?

These people, our good friends,

have stood between us
and the poorhouse...

I lost count of the times.

Emma Timmins has give me the meat
off her own plate when I had
nothing to put on the table.

Well, you must give these
Candleford folk their money back,

because you sold them something
that weren't yours to sell.

'Course. You ain't got it no more.

You spent it already.

And what have you got to show for it?

Nothing. Poverty lives in you,
Twister Turrill.

Only got to breathe on riches,
turns them to dust.

Well, you better unfix this fix
somehow, Tom, because
these good people

ain't gettin' a touch of this pig!
This pig is not for sale!

No, Sydney! No!

He has spilt milk
all over my blueprints!

I told you, Sydney,
not to touch anything! Gabriel,

he did not mean to do it.

It was an accident! I'm sorry, Ma!

Oh, Sydney, your tempestulator!
Sydney...

Sydney!

You, Gabriel, presume too much
upon my kindness! Miss Lane...

HE BANGS ON DOOR

Queenie... Are you going to leave
your husband out here all night?

I've got a new husband.
He's cleaner in his habits,

and he don't snore so bad.

You may live next door,

where you belong.

Queenie...

They tempted me, they prevailed.
Hush your cawing.

When have you ever in your life
thought on another person?

Until you can answer me that,
don't speak to me.

I can't stay out here all night.

I won't last.
I have a sickness in me.

You ain't well? Some sickness in
my skin. It hurts to be inside it.

Twister, that sickness,

that's shame.
You got something for it?

You got a remedy you can give me?
Twister, there ain't no brew

you can drink against shame.
Not even mead.

Then what's a poor fellow to do?
Every man's shame is his own.

There ain't no cure-all.

The first thing you got to do

is you've got to admit it
to yourself, look it in the eye.

Then you can stand up
and be counted.

Can't I lie down first? No, Twister,
you'll have to find another bed.

I can't go against Queenie.

You know I can't!

Miss Lane?

She has turned me out...

in favour of the pig.

She ain't wrong.

Can't apologise without words.
Can't sleep without a bed, neither.

KNOCK ON DOOR/DOOR OPENS

Ma'am, are my eyes being silly again?

Only I just seen Twister
coming up the stairs.

You may as well have my bed,
Twister.

I shall work through the night.
Uh... Oh.

Miss Lane,
I beg you, don't throw him out.

He has nowhere else to go.

Miss Lane wouldn't turn
a poor fellow out into the night.

Indeed, I would not, Mr Turrill.

Minnie, back to bed.

Gabriel...

I would have a word,
if you please.

HE SIGHS

Gabriel, I must ask you
to move back into the forge.

Yes. It is probably for the best.

I am disappointed.

I took you in as my guest,
for your own sake,

and you have been arrogant,
self-absorbed and inconsiderate.

And I will not tolerate
any show of temper towards Sydney.

And you have presumed upon my...

You have presumed. Grossly.

I was born...

in a foundry.

My mother always said I was born
with something of a furnace in me.

I...burn so hot.

I do not seem able to live
moderately.

It seems I cannot live without love.

And if I cannot love...

someone, I must love something.

My work. And I love it to
the exclusion of all else.

Just as I have always loved.

I do not think that IS love,
Gabriel.

It is passion, yes...

..but it is not love,

not as I understand it.

Love is not a selfish need.

It is not a hunger that must be fed.

Love should not exclude.

It should...

make our lives broader,

our hearts wider, surely?

What kind of love is it
that would lock us away,

remove us from those around us?

What kind of life is it to be alone?

Ain't no chance of
a piece of pie, I suppose?

Only...I ain't had no supper.

I shall never again be
Queen of the Fair.

I would not have thought you would
care so much for it.

Last night, I opened my window
and leant out into the dark,

and the air was full of the scent
of new hay and elderflower.

I can't stay here forever.

Everything must pass.

Who can say what is to come?

KNOCK ON DOOR
Miss Lane!

MORE KNOCKING

BELL RINGS
Miss... Oh, Miss Lane!

Miss Lane...

Pearl has gone to Lark Rise.
Her dander is up.

She speaks of bringing Twister
to account.

Mr Turrill will not, after all,
sell the pig,

for it is Mrs Turrill's pig.

Oh, Miss Lane, Pearl...

She has drawn
her shining sword of justice.

She is merciless
when her dander is up!

Oh, please, Miss Lane,
you are the only one she will hear.

Where is Mr Turrill? He was up
with the lark and over to Lark Rise.

Minnie?
Are you coming to Lark Rise with me?

I've been thinking all night.
My eyes don't lie
and my mouth don't lie.

True is all I am.
And if I'm afraid to speak true,

then I ain't never
going to speak again.

And then how will I make
my Alfie laugh?

I'll show her.
She'll see this time, proper.

She'll see for herself
what I'm made of.

That's my remedy.

If anyone thinks
I shouldn't be Champion,

anyone wants to challenge me, well,
they know how to settle it.

I'm building a shin-kicking ring.

But, Alf, who thinks you shouldn't
be Champion? Ain't no-one thinks it.
One person thinks it.

And she's the only one that matters.

Oh, lordy.
'Yes, yes, it is theft!'

You, sir, are a thief!

Now, Mr Turrill, you have
defrauded us, have you not? How
do you propose to rectify matters?

Look at me, missus.

Do I look like I got the means
to rectify anything?

Your own foolishness is to blame,
Miss Pratt. All of you.

Everyone knows he's a Twister.

'Ere! Oh, now, would you trust you?

Pearl, we ARE to blame.

We pushed him.

We coerced him.

He would not have sold us anything
had we not pursued him.
Ruby, whose side are you on?!

You may come and live here
and be a true Lark Riser,
if this is what you believe!

Pearl, please,
let us not take sides.

< May I speak?

When I first came here,

Mrs Turrill let me drink from the
well, Miss Lane gave me occupation.

I believe I have seen
the best of town and village,

and I must declare you
equal in all things.

In kindness, in compassion...

..in generosity.

There is a way to resolve this...

..if Queenie would allow it.
Go on, sir.

You might share the pig.

A pig feast for Lark Rise and
Candleford, together. Well, now,

that ain't for me to decide.

I won the pig.
I give him to Lark Rise.

It's for Lark Rise to say.

You in't happy...

unless you're sharing.

Will that be an end to it?
Will you be satisfied, ma'am?

I see there is no other satisfaction
I can have.

You must promise me
a piece of crackling.

Then we shall share him, sir.

The pig put us apart,

only right he should
bring us together.

What's this? Proof, Min.

I'll show you.

I'll beat any man
who cares to challenge me!

And then you'll know for sure that
I'm the champion, cos I'll be the
champion, right and fair, this time.

Then you wasn't before?

I wasn't.

I was so close.
Only a boot lace away.

And no-one saw, and so...

I thought that
I didn't see it right.

I told myself the line was wrong.

I just wanted to be Champion,

just for seven days in the year.

Alfie, you're everyone's champion.

Who do they all turn to, always?

You.

And I got to bear with that burden,

day in, day out.

I just wanted the glory, see,
without the care.

Just for once.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

Ain't you going to let me have
even a taste of the pig?

You got to earn your plate.

What can I say?

You always tells me
to hush my cawing.

For a minute,
I danced with the angels.

I danced with them.

But I ain't never had plenty,
have I?

I ain't had nothing
for as long as I can remember.

Not so much as a pocket. Nothing.

'Ere, hold on.

What's this, 'ere?

There you are!

I thought I dreamed you!

'Tis an ounce of snuff
for my Queenie.

First thought I had when I held
that money in my hands was that
empty old snuff box.

Don't need nothing
but her ounce of snuff.

It in't much, is it?

But it's more than I gave you.

Oh, Tom,

all you wanted was a toad.

I'm seeing I was selfish
to be generous.

I should have given you a toad,
at least.

What are you talking about?!

You've given me a whole lifetime,
Queenie. A whole...

lifetime of riches.

My old jackdaw.

You need not fear the future, Laura.

I shall be part of it.

And I shall face it with you.

We shall face it together.

I welcome you all,
town and village, to the feast.

Let us give thanks.

Let us give thanks for our friends.

Let us give thanks to God
for sending us a pig.

And let us give thanks to the pig,

for he has give us
the greatest gift of all.

King of the Feast!

THEY CHEER AND CLAP

Now then, Mr Parish,
we have unfinished business, sir.

I shall have my satisfaction
of you at last. Gladly, Mr Brown.

Nothing above the knee,
sudden death, first one
out of the circle loses.

May the best man win.

Mr Parish.

CROWD: Ooh!

Oh!

APPLAUSE

I am satisfied!

I am...satisfied!

I, er...

I did not maim you at all?
No, no, Mr Brown.

Not even my pride is wounded.

Thomas! Oh!

Oh!

It is all over now, my heart's
own perfection, but for one thing.

I have something for you.

Oh, how very lovely.

My dear?

Speak, dearest. There is nothing
you cannot say to me.

Oh, Thomas, I...

I cannot wear this colour.

It makes me sallow and liverish.
Oh, well,

in that case...

Amelia Cordelia
will be the beneficiary.

Good girl.

MUSIC STRIKES UP

♪ When King Arthur first did reign
He rul-ed like a king

♪ He bought three sacks of
barley meal

♪ To make a plum pud-ding

♪ The pudding, it was made

♪ And duly stuffed with plums
And lumps of suet put in it

♪ As big as my two thumbs

♪ The king and queen sat down to it
And all the lords beside

♪ And what they couldn't eat
that night

♪ The queen next morning fried

♪ The queen next morning fried. ♪

LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE

You been in love before, in't you,
Alfie? Yes, Min.

Was it nice, cos...

this in't nice, is it?

And I thought that was what love was
for, to be lovely and make all well,

but I ain't never been more queasy.

I know, Min.

It's some hard, in't it?

Will it always be like this,
d'you reckon?

Will I always be queasy?

Sydney...

This way, if you please, sir.

It is your machine.

HE LAUGHS

On the contrary, Sydney,

it is YOUR machine.

Mr Sydney's
Most Marvellous Tempestulator!

I must warn you, Miss Lane,

I cannot speak for
its prognosticating qualities.

It is ingenious, it is wonderful!

Take it upstairs, Sydney, dear,
where Minnie cannot break it, hmm?

You made it so beautifully.

It was my pleasure.

Truly. For so long,

the world held no interest for me
and I...didn't even know it.

But here, now...

..I find delight in
the smallest things.

You have brought me back to life.
I did not mean to presume upon you,
Miss Lane.

I merely forgot myself

in the great pleasure of
living here.

Are we friends again?

Of course.

And I am sorry for our quarrel.

I enjoyed every minute of it.

I am moving back into the forge.

It is for the best.

For all these delights,
I am, I see,

not yet ready to share
another's life.

I say that for your sake

more than my own.

Then, Gabriel, for my sake...

..stay.

'Life could seem humdrum
when the fair had gone.

'But not to us.

'We made our own happiness.

'Harder one, perhaps, and quieter,

'but all the sweeter for that.

'Contentment in everyday joys.

'And pleasure in
the smallest things.'

It is not simply
a cricketing squabble.

If we're so ragged and amateurish,
we're going to be beaten

and I will get humiliated!
Then why do you insist on playing?

Miss Lane said I am to look up to
Daniel because he is a man.

Cousin Dorcas said such a thing?

I want the same for Laura as you do.

Why should it matter
what you want for Laura?

It is forbidden for women to play.

Candleford has the most natural
batsman in the country.

Supposing...she were a man.

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