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'When it came to human relations, it was commonly
believed that men seemed to seek out conflict. '

You lost the game. You're a cheat,
a cheat! Look, I'm not a cheat.

'As though they needed to prove
themselves against one another,

'where women looked for
unity and togetherness.

'Local mysteries always
intrigued me,

'and I seemed naturally to see
romance and harmony.

'As we women do.

'But it was not always so.

'Sometimes women, too, needed to
assert themselves over one another,

'especially when it was a matter
close to the heart.

'And sometimes, a woman may even try
to be just like a man. '

I am so glad you can join us
for breakfast, Margaret,

while Thomas is away.
I am sure you must miss him already.

I feel as though he is still here.
It was such a sweet parting.

Ma'am, I made the most delightful
discovery in Oldwood Copse.

Two gravestones, marked 1746.

So close together,
it was so touching. Rufus and Bess.

Why were they in the woods, Laura, when
graves is meant to be in graveyards?

Well, that is the mystery
of it, Minnie.

The writing on the stones
was so distressed and lost.

But I think they said Humble.

Rufus and Bess Humble.

I know of no family hereabouts
called Humble.

Perhaps they were so in love that they ran away
and died in the woods and then were forgot about.

They were headstones, Minnie.
What a captivating riddle it is.

I would so like to discover who this couple
were and what they are doing out there.

Daniel. Please, come and join us.
I'm afraid I can't eat, Miss Lane.

I know that face, Daniel Parish.
Has Lawrence Jupp been to town?

Surely you are not still in dispute
about the cricket match?

It is not, Miss Lane,
simply a cricketing squabble.

It is a matter of principle
and honour

and truth and morality.

Goodness! Then no wonder your brow is so
furrowed for the best part of every week.

I hadn't realised the result of the game had
taken on the proportions of a Greek Tragedy.

I'm sorry, Daniel. I hope you know that my compulsion
to tease is meant only to cheer you up a little.

Lawrence Jupp won the last game
of the season dishonestly.

Daniel, forgive me for pointing this out, but what
riles him so is what you wrote in the Match Report.

I presented the events objectively. You are
both so fixed on your own idea of what is right,

that there will be no end to it
until one of you lets it be.

Daniel?

If he says he won, and you say you won, and now
you are fighting and arguing and calling names...

perhaps you should play
another game.

That is not possible, Minnie. The season
is finished. Cricket is a summer game.

Why is it? Because of the weather,
I suppose. And tradition.

And custom.

I say boo to custom!

Issue a challenge, Daniel,

then you can at least rest your mind in the knowledge
that you are standing up for what you believe.

Gabriel is late joining us
this morning.

Oh, he is gone over to Lark Rise.

Oh. So early?

Don't worry,
I packed him three sausages.

He has important work there, ma'am.
Work?

Mr Cochrane, sir.

I have seen you here so many times

that now my curiosity has
the better of me

and I must ask you what it is
you are after.

I am interested in how
the men work the fields.

I watch them and I see
how taxing it is.

We have a saying here -
never flinch!

Men older than my Pa turn out, if they
can get a day's labour. And you do, too.

I have a family to feed.

I married young.

That becomes the purpose
of a woman's life.

So you will not flinch?

I noticed, sir, how you enquire
after my family so that

I am still left with the mystery of why you
spend so much time here watching the work.

Excuse me, I must get back
to Candleford.

I do not mean to be rude,
Mrs Timmins.

I do have a purpose here, and soon,
I hope, it will be revealed.

And I believe it will be
a benefit to all.

Whenever I hear a man
with grand intentions,

I brace myself for trouble.

But you took the honey up
to their house, pots of it!

I did. And they said
they would pay me next week.

That was last week.

That was the week before last week.

Or the week before that.

Right is right. That was your honey,
from your bees, my dear.

You who worked the summer long,
tending and collecting.

I see now that it will be
the same as last year.

They shan't pay at all.

But them Jupps is well enough off!
We ain't. They must pay.

Them with plenty ain't always
the paying kind.

And there's an end of it.

Jupp has accepted my challenge.

Well, hopefully that'll put it
to rest.

What matters, Laura,
is it will be put to rights.

Isn't it the most
beautiful spot here?

That can be no accident. Surely that was the
couple's meeting place when they were young lovers.

I have just realised, Thomas Brown
is away. We will be a player short.

Our Edmund played cricket at school.
My Pa said he had quite an eye for it.

Though I have no idea
what "quite an eye" is. Well!

Then I must go over to Lark Rise
and speak with him right away.

But, Daniel,

I wanted to show you the graves.
We are so close by, Laura,

it makes sense to see Edmund
without delay.

Gabriel, I am sorry
you missed breakfast.

I hear you went over to Lark Rise.

There are some investigations there that I need
to conclude before I can complete my machine.

Yes. I see.

And now you are absorbed in
putting it all into practice.

You see how it occupies my mind.

I can see how it occupies
your hands, and your time.

Gabriel, I feel compelled to remind
you of the understanding we reached.

Your work for me is the reason
you are here in the forge.

Your efforts on your own business
are what you do outside of hours.

Miss Lane, I owe you an apology.

My enthusiasm for my endeavour has
caused me to lose sight of my obligations.

It is not so much an obligation,
Gabriel, it is your employment.

Then I shall work late tonight, and
start early tomorrow to put right.

That won't be necessary. Please,
simply hold to the agreement we made.

Yes, of course.

I will be finished soon,

and things will be different.

Mrs Timmins.

I hear that Edmund is something
of a cricketer.

I am hoping to enlist him for the Candleford
team in a match against Little Garth.

I'll play. Course I will. Ain't it a bit
cold and wet for the likes of cricket?

The game is intended to settle
a dispute with Lawrence Jupp.

I shall need more than Edmund.

A number of my team
were unavailable.

Jupp? Did you say Jupp? Them Jupps
ain't paid my Queenie what they owe her.

And they ain't going to, neither.
They're famed for it.

Alfie, do you play cricket?

Whites and pads and the like
ain't for field hands.

Can't say as I ever felt left out.

Candleford cricketers have plums
in their cheeks.

I thought so.
I need a wicket keeper.

Think on, Alfie - we might
put them Jupps in their place.

Rub their robbing noses in the dirt.

Teach 'em that poor folk
ain't to be trod on.

When I was younger,
I was a nursemaid.

I worked for the Jupps.
I had the care of little Larry.

His sister was always brighter than he was.
She could argue him into standing on his hat.

So the poor mite took to cheating.

No amount of tutoring
could change him.

Then I can at least teach him
that his way will not triumph.

Not in English cricket, anyway.

Might I be right in supposing that you are
doing this for the benefit of all, Daniel?

He wasn't the least bit
interested in the graves.

I thought he might see
how touching I find it,

how much romantic tales mean to me.

But he is so preoccupied in winning this wretched
cricket match that he has turned into such a...

I don't know what.

A warrior, perhaps.

My brother played cricket as though
it were a battle to the death.

It is all so...

boyish.

It occurred to me this morning
that sometimes,

we women ought not let men be men.

There is something in a man
that needs to be asserted.

They are hunters, after all. And I
can't help thinking we ought to allow,

even encourage, their masculinity.

I speak only for myself, of course.

But I do sometimes wonder if, in being
overbearing, we might push men away.

Perhaps there is something to be
said in marrying young, after all,

before bad habits set in.

Ma, do you suppose I might play
in Daniel's cricket team?

If you keep practising, my dear, then
he will not be able to refuse you.

But I have no-one to practise with.

My brother liked to bowl at me.

Though I suspect he merely enjoyed frightening me
with those thunderous balls he hurled down at me.

There you are, Sydney.

So... you would recommend
that I encourage

and support Daniel, even though I
find this contest all rather silly?

Not just support him, Laura,

but, suppose we might relish
those things -

cricket matches, machines -

those endeavours that make
a man, well, so manly.

The more that you are a woman,
the more he will be a man.

Gabriel, did you play
school cricket? I did.

Daniel, look at me!

Watch me bowl this next one.
Village cricket?

A little.

You have the look of a
leading batsman. Middle order.

Daniel, look, I can do overarm.

Spin bowler? Fielder. Boundary.

Still, I hope I can enlist you
for the challenge match.

I need all the friends I can muster.

Go on, Sydney.

Sorry, Sydney!

Sorry! Sorry! So sorry!

More feminine?

What I mean is...

something to accentuate femininity.

But, Miss Lane, don't we always
attire you in the latest fashions?

You do. Of course.

Perhaps what I mean is,
I feel inclined towards change.

Something lighter...

Oh, I am hardly
making sense to myself.

Is there a reason for
this proclivity, Miss Lane?

No, not at all.

But I do sometimes wonder...

how shall I put this?

We three are...

Spinsters.

Businesswomen.

So we must assert ourselves
in ways that are...

well, less than feminine.

It is a man's world, Miss Lane,
and those of us who are...

not the marrying kind...

must draw on those attributes and
strengths which enable us to prosper.

But prosper at what cost?

I have never thought before, but...

it's as though I am missing
something precious.

What could have brought about
this change of heart?

I suppose because...

men are customers, or employees,
and they treat me as.

well, Dorcas Lane, Postmistress.

And I would like to be
appreciated for...

other qualities.

This is dangerous talk, Dorcas, and I suggest you
take to your bed till you are restored to sanity.

I ain't played for a while.

Truth is, I ain't played
a proper cricket match before.

So, folks will be here to watch?

I don't think this kind of thing
is for the likes of Alf Arless.

I need you, Alf. I need all of you.

I haven't enough players as it is.

Daniel, let me show you
how I can bowl.

I'm afraid you are too young, Sydney,
this match will need strength and maturity.

Mr Daniel, them gloves that Alfie
has, might I have a pair?

Gloves are for the wicket keeper.

Fielders don't have gloves.
Please, can we concentrate?

Are we almost done?
I'd like to get back to the forge.

We must practise.

You bowled so well, Daniel. I didn't
realise how skilful you were.

It wasn't that I bowled well,
it was that Edmund is so poor.

I'm sure with you teaching them,
they will improve.

You said he was a good player.

I only told you that Pa said
he "had an eye".

Daniel, so many men have
stepped forward to help.

They must believe you can do this. I have
volunteers, yes, but what I don't have are cricketers!

I can't stay any longer, Daniel.
Gentlemen, please.

If we are so ragged and amateurish, we
will be beaten and I will get humiliated.

Then why do you insist on playing? I issued
a challenge and now I can't back down.

Don't you understand?

No, I don't understand. And what's
more, I don't want to understand.

Sorry, Sydney. So sorry.

Do try again.

Mrs Brown, did you do that?

Yes.

Would you do something for me?
Would you stand before the wicket?

Would you like me to take
the bat with me? I would.

Miss Lane.

Gabriel, please, do call me Dorcas.

It feels so formal
to address me as "Miss Lane".

I thought you said that there had
been objections... That is so,

but we must take into account that
you are a man of some standing,

whatever your circumstances now.

Thank you... Dorcas.

Your machine. I assure you, Miss...
Dorcas,

I only turned my attention to this
at the end of the day.

I have not come to check on you,
Gabriel, I simply wish to admire.

It looks so fascinating.

Are you ready to tell me
what it is and what it does yet?

I would appreciate your advice,
Dorcas, as a woman of business.

I have a dilemma.

Ah. Don't you think that sometimes, human
dilemmas simply need a little feminine guile?

I am hoping to take
an early stroll tomorrow.

Perhaps we could discuss
your conundrum then?

But it is only a simple question.

Nonetheless, I would prefer to give
you my proper, undivided attention.

Then, thank you.

Until then.

Laura, why are you writing if you
ain't writing in your journal?

I am sending a letter to the Records Office
in Oxford to see if I can trace Rufus and Bess.

I think they might have been
called Humble, or Humbolt,

or I have sometimes seen
a letter for Huntling.

Laura, why do you want to find out
about the graves so?

I want to show Daniel that there are things that
matter more than a boys' row about runs and overs.

Minnie, a true love has been forgotten,
and I feel they ought to be remembered.

But, Mrs Brown, I bowled three overs
at you, and you hit all 15 balls. Did I?

Do you hit every shot?

Not every one, no.

I did get out once.

Once?

It's been so long
since I held a bat.

Oh, years...

My brother used to bowl so fast at
me, I simply had to bat them or...

Mrs Brown, you have a true gift.

And such a natural technique.

Thank you.

My brother was always so irritated with
me, I thought I must just be a silly girl.

I have discovered a hidden gem,

and I cannot play you.

Oh, never mind.

I did enjoy those plays.

I mean, hits.

Or is it scores? I am not so very
confident with cricketing words.

Daniel, if you are short of players,
and Margaret is a "hidden gem",

then why can't she take part?

Because it is forbidden
for a woman to play.

Margaret, do you want to play?

If it were to help Daniel, then...

Surely you can simply insist.

The County Cricket Rules
expressly disallow mixed matches.

But cricket is not so severe
an exercise as tennis,

and surely not as dangerous
as hunting or skating.

There is nothing I can do.

What an injustice.

It is a man's world indeed.

We will lose this match,

and Candleford has the most
natural batsman in the county.

Batswoman, dear boy.

Oh, Ma. I have had such
a falling-out with Daniel.

I did try to admire him at his cricket
practice, even though I was bored.

But it only seemed
to make things worse.

Why on earth would
you do such a thing?

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

Cousin Dorcas said such a thing?

She said that if a woman is a woman,
then a man can be a man.

Dorcas Lane said this
to my daughter?

When I have always taught you to
stand up for your own independence?

Now Emma, don't you let that Timmins
temper get the better of you.

And she said that sometimes, it is
better for a woman to marry young.

There are all manner of
machines now. My idea is particular.

Really?

I only hope that no-one else
has invented it before me.

Gabriel, you are a modern wonder.

So, Dorcas...

my question is, my only trial of the
machine so far has been at the forge.

I need now to put it to the test
in a field.

Do I bring it to Lark Rise and perform
a demonstration before Farmer Morris?

There may be some
unforeseen defects.

I might spoil my one opportunity
to impress him.

You are confident in your work.

Trust that.

What is it? Can't you see?

I see a piece of wood.

Look. Here.

Nature has shaped it.

Don't you see a dancer?

I see... something, yes.

It's how we look
that gives it beauty.

It could be a piece of wood on the ground
that you walk past without noticing,

or it could be something to treasure.

I ain't known Lawrence
since he were a boy.

I will wager he hasn't changed.

I don't have the players to beat
his team, so I need tactics.

I need as much insight into
my opponent as I can muster.

Lawrence could never bear to lose.

He would risk everything to win.

That's it. That is his weakness.

A man who must win so severely
can overplay his hand,

if he is tempted to.

Before you can know your foe well,

don't you need to know
who your foe is?

But that's obvious.

Is it now?

You seem determined to prove you
are right, Daniel. Suppose you lose?

I can't.

It is beyond consideration.

Lawrence Jupp has been the same
troublemaker all his life,

but now you feel compelled
to prove him wrong and crooked.

Seems to me that a man who likes
to wield his will on others,

he might do that in all
quarters of his life.

How can you say such a thing,
Mrs Timmins?

I remember how you were
when you first came here.

Every inch the city boy, only
concerned with his own triumphs.

I fear I see that look
about you again now.

But surely you can see
that I have a just cause.

Mr Daniel! I have just been over
to Little Garth.

I posed as a man with no other
business than selling a few nuts.

When I had no nuts to sell!

Well, ain't you going to thank me?

Thank you for what, you old duffer?

For what I heard while I was there.

But you ain't told us
what it was you heard.

I was asking about, see?

Folks think I'm an old fool
with neither wit nor fathoming.

Mr Turrill, you still haven't
told us your message.

Ain't I?

Did I not tell you
that Lawrence Jupp

has a cricketer playing
in his cricket team?

I mean, a real bowler.

A County cricketing man!

This is wonderful news.

You think you might catch him out and
call him for the deceiver that he is?

Oh, no.

I want to beat him. This means...

if he can bend the rules,
then so can I.

But you said that women
were forbidden from playing.

I did. But supposing Mrs Brown
wasn't a woman?

Young man, you are making no sense.

Supposing she were a man?

Can you do it?

A man?

Dress her. Disguise her.

Can you? For the sake of Candleford.

Margaret, are you willing
to be a man?

I am willing to try.

Then, Ruby, this will be the greatest
ever test of our skills.

Dorcas, what brings you
to these parts this morning?

I was simply stretching my legs and
enjoying the air with Mr Cochrane.

Since you're here, Cousin Dorcas,
might I ask you,

did you suggest to our Laura

that her role is to abide
by a man's wishes?

Oh, I don't know that I used
quite those words, Emma.

But I did propose to Laura
that sometimes, it benefits us

to appreciate that a man's
nature is to prove himself.

Of all girls,
our Laura might be different.

And did you suggest to her that
it might be as well to marry young?

I might have said that,
in some instances,

for some girls. Emma, I want
the same for Laura as you do.

I want her to be happy and...

Why should it matter
what you want for Laura?

Is she not my daughter?

All that you have
has been given to you.

You can choose the life
that you live.

I do not mean to tread on your toes
when it comes to Laura.

But she seemed so hostile
towards Daniel...

Who are you to declare what is right
and wrong when it comes to relations?

You have never known what it is
to be close to a man,

how loving a man
can take over a woman's whole life.

She can lose herself,

so that her every day is given
to standing beside him.

I fear you may be judging me a little
too harshly because your own emotions...

You have never been married,
and everyone knows you never will.

Yes. You are right.

I have no right to advise Laura
on matters of the heart.

I'm sure once the hair is up...

Maybe not.

Margaret, walk up and down.

Has Daniel asked you to do this?

The problem is not so much the
clothes as the deportment.

But, Margaret, you must BE a man.

Surely there is something wrong,
if a woman must pretend to be a man.

But how does a gentleman walk?

With his chin up, his back straight.

No, no, no. The male plants
his feet. Like this.

Am I the only one who
thinks this is ridiculous?

It's no use.

We must study our subject.

I think we are ready for stage three.

Yes. Stage three.

What is stage three?

What worries me about Daniel is...

I see it in his character...

He will dominate our Laura.

And Dorcas Lane... I mean that woman believes
she has the right to direct my daughter's life

as if she knows best.

Perhaps she does.

Or perhaps the person who knows
best is called Laura Timmins.

Are you suggesting I was wrong to
speak out when I am Laura's ma?

That gives you the right to be the
one to pull the strings, does it, Emma?

By the way, my dear,

I can't say as I do believe
that Dorcas Lane will never marry

so I would be grateful if you'd leave
me out of such charges next time.

What did I say?

You said that everyone
knows she will never marry.

Oh, Lordy.

It must be the way you're
throwing 'em.

If you can't so much as catch a turnip, I
fear for young Daniel in his need to win.

Mrs Brown, a corker!

Now, Edmund.

Don't be afraid of the
ball, move towards it.

Only try and hit out at the
balls that don't come straight.

Will we have to wear
that kind of outfit?

I'm not sure I'm cut
out for white trousers.

What does it matter what we wear?

The point is to win.
Daniel, will we be much longer?

I have work to do.

Does no-one appreciate

we have the chance to defeat that
man? But we must stand as a team!

Now I want you all to listen.

I know that the Little Garth team
will bowl at us dangerously.

It is their way.

High balls. Balls directly at us.

They want to unnerve us,
but we must not buckle.

They will expect us to play
our best batsman first up.

But I will hold onto Margaret until the
end, when their bowlers are tired and spent.

That means the rest of us will
have to take the full force of their

onslaught and simply contain them,
wear them out.

Can we do that?

Yes. Yes.

Mrs Brown, we need them to be
utterly convinced that you are a

man. Do you think you might be able
to restrain some of your...

expressiveness?

SHE GIGGLES

Stage three, dear boy. Stage three.

Hello, Minnie. Sir? Don't you
recognise me, Minnie?

I do and I don't.

It is me. Mrs Brown. No you ain't.

Yes, I am.

I didn't know
that you were a man sometimes.

I'm doing it to help Daniel.

I ain't never known a woman who
was a man before. Is it painful?

It is rather pleasing.

Laura. You won't believe who
this gentleman is.

It is Mrs Brown.

Margaret, I
must ask you to consider what it

is that you are doing. Oh. Am I not
convincing enough?

That is not the problem, Margaret.
Supposing you were found out? Think of how

the church parishioners will look upon
this. Oh, I hadn't thought of that.

People who look up to you and
respect you as a Christian woman

of honesty and integrity - they
will see you as a charlatan.

Oh, I hadn't considered that.

And all because Daniel Parish has
his mind set on defeating an enemy.

You will risk your reputation for no
more than the puffing up of a man's pride.

Oh, I hadn't thought of that.

That is not the worst of it.

Consider, Margaret, for a woman to masquerade as
a man, to abandon her true self, her womanhood,

all so a man can claim a victory
over another with a pointless game.

I hadn't thought of that.

I am asking you to
think of it now... and reconsider.

Laura, if Mrs Brown is a man
sometimes,

does that mean
that men are women sometimes?

I wish they were, Minnie!

Ha-ha-ha. Yes!

Minnie, do you know where Laura is?

I ain't seen her at all, except a
little while ago.

Can you tell her I came by and that I
will try to see her after cricket practice?

Daniel, are you upset with Laura?

I think she is upset with me.
You ain't vexed about Mrs Brown?

Why should I be vexed about Mrs
Brown?

Because she don't want to play
cricket no more.

Minnie, I want you to talk slowly,

and talk clearly.
What are you saying?

Oh. Do I have to tell you? Yes.
You do.

Mrs Brown is against playing cricket because
Laura told her that being a man ain't what a

Christian woman of honesty and
integ... integrity should be.

Are you upset now?

Bess was a true beauty.

Rufus fell in love with her
from the first day that they met.

They first set eyes on
each other at school.

Only Rufus ever called her Bess. To
everyone else she was Elizabeth.

Did they live nearby? They did.

Bess was an artist, and she'd
come out here to paint and draw.

Her family were once wealthy,
but they had fallen on hard times.

Rufus was a gardener
on a big estate nearby.

They married young and
were contented and settled,

but then tragedy stuck.

Bess died in childbirth.

Rufus pined away,
he died himself within a year.

It's so sad, Laura.

Is it true?

I don't think we
will ever know, Ethel.

I dreamed up their lives as
I lay awake thinking of them.

Come on.

What is it, Laura?

It looks like another grave.

The little child who died.

Flint.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, Mr Cochrane, sir...

I was hoping to find Cousin Dorcas.

Dorcas has taken out her horse.

She may be some while.

You have walked all this way -
would you like some tea? Thank you.

How is Dorcas?

Is she distressed?

Has she reason to be distressed?

I have such a sharp tongue when I
let my emotions get the better of me.

Now I shall walk home with
the same burden I brought here.

I've never known another soul
say such things as I do...

I cut and hurt a person where
they are most sore. Cousins...

relatives...

People we are closest to,
we know how best to wound them.

Cousin Dorcas never married.

That is her choice.

But I know how it pains her.

Why has she never married?

If a post mistress marries
then she loses her position.

I didn't know that.

Why do I fear that I have
again said the wrong thing?

Laura, did you persuade Mrs Brown
to stand down from the cricket match?

I simply spoke with her and told
her the dangers of such a deception.

You know what this means to me and still you have robbed me of my best player
- my only batsman!

Did you not consider, Daniel, the consequences
of asking Mrs Brown to mislead her neighbours?

Her face lights up
when she hits the ball.

She loves cricket.

It is you who have denied her that
joy with your high and mighty attitude.

You are not truly concerned with Mrs Brown's pleasure
are you? I had hoped you might support me, Laura.

But instead you act against me.

I did not think that it would be
you who would destroy our chances.

What kind of girl are you?

What have I done to you, Laura?

I didn't mean for you to
turn against the man you love.

I speak too fast.

I do not realise how I barge
through the lives of others.

Sit with me for a while.

I do not want to
disturb your work, Laura.

Please.

My life, Laura...

I made my own choices, and if

I am truly honest...

I do regret...

some things.

And so...

I try to teach you what I have
learned from my own mistakes.

No.

Missed opportunities perhaps.

I see how I try to influence you...

I try too hard at times.

If I ever push in, Laura,

in ways that hurt you

then you have my permission
to tell me to stand aside.

There is no-one on this
earth, I respect as much as you.

You do not have to say
such things, Laura.

I have always known that
you were your Pa's daughter.

It is your voice I hear guiding
me when I am lost in struggle.

Like now I know I must admit if
I am wrong,

or too harsh, or interfering.

I look at Queenie and

see she has the peace
of belonging in her own time.

And you, Laura,

you take those opportunities
that your own time gives to you.

I feel caught in the middle.

Lost in the middle.

I will marry.

And I will be a mother.

One day.

I hope so, anyway.

What you have given me -

I can see what a woman
can be in this world.

Oh, I am sure Cousin Dorcas...

You. You are the one who has inspired
me.

Then perhaps that bit of a chip
on my shoulder has done some good.

Oh, Emma,

I was keeping Miss Lane company
till you got home.

I hope you don't mind
me waiting for you, Emma.

I felt I must come and apologise.

You apologise?

I realise that...

however well
intentioned I might be

where Laura is concerned, it is not my position
to give her guidance on matters of such importance.

I would not appreciate it if someone
were to offer Sydney advice

on his education or,
well, relationships.

That's kind, Dorcas.

But I am the worst offender.

I speak
before I know what I am saying.

Why, only today,
in the post office...

Ain't it good to see relations
restored to good relations?

It is, and I am glad that
no real harm has been done.

And so am I.

I intended no harm when I said
to you that you will never marry.

All I meant was,
since you are a post mistress.

Yes, I see.

But should I choose to marry, I am sure I
could find a way around such regulations.

Well, I expect we've all had enough
of going over what has been gone over.

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOG BARKS

Mrs Brown. May I speak with you?

Mrs Brown, I know you're in there.
Please let me in.

At least let me make my case.

I will not leave until you let me to
speak with you.

Mrs Brown!

KNOCKS AGAIN

Mrs Brown... Margaret, I have come
to plead with you not to abandon us.

Candleford needs you. I know how you
love to play cricket.

I can see how it makes
you... feel.

Mrs Brown, what are you wearing?

Please, Daniel, I would be most grateful
if you did not tell anyone how you found me.

I know it must appear a
most peculiar thing to do.

But why are you dressed in Thomas's
uniform?

When I walked out into the street as
a man, I...

I experienced a kind of
transformation.

I couldn't
understand why it affected me so.

Then I realised...

I had glimpsed what it was like to
be a man in this world.

All my life I have felt a little
afraid of men.

There has always been a certain
timidity to me and...

To wear those clothes, to walk with
a stride...

It was like an escape.

An escape from being
Margaret Brown - little mouse.

Margaret, I promise you... there is
nothing wrong with the way that you are.

You are more than a timid mouse.

So much more.

In the short
time that I have been here I have

seen your courage, your fortitude in
the most trying circumstances.

It was wrong of me to bludgeon you
into agreeing to play for the team.

It was selfish of me
and inconsiderate.

I cannot ask you to hide behind a
disguise.

I cannot compel you to renounce
who you are,

when who you are, is Margaret
Brown... my dear friend.

But you will be a player short.

We will manage.

It was finding the other
gravestone, the name on it, Flint,

that gave me an
explanation for all of this.

Flint?

Isn't that the name of
Old Man Jupp's dog? It is.

What was inscribed on the stones was not Humble
or Hurbert it was clear to read on the third stone.

It marked what they were,
not who they were.

Hunters.

So, the gravestones that you
found...?

I have tried the churches at Inglestone,
Newton Morrell, Stratton Audley, Cottisford.

The reason I can discover no records of
births, marriages or deaths for Rufus and Bess

is because they were hunting dogs.

Dogs! Minnie.

Show some consideration.

There were tears in your eyes and now that
ain't no more than a pair of hairy hounds!

I am glad that I was wrong.

I dreamed it all up!

A tragic
passion between young lovers.

I accused Daniel of ignoring
this romantic wondrous mystery.

It was my own imagination that
conjured up the whole tale.

Forgive me for staring, Dorcas.

I couldn't help
noticing your work,

the post office,

how it fits you so well.

I love it.

I always have.

I consider myself
to be most fortunate.

Then I hope you will continue to enjoy that
sense of belonging for as long as you live.

And so do I.

I, erm, wanted to clean it
before I gave it to you.

Oh. Gabriel.

I will treasure it.

Daniel.

You must sleep.

Tomorrow's your big day.

I can't even close my eyes.

Whenever I do I see before me
the outcome of tomorrow's match.

We will lose. Do not be so fateful.

I have been a fool to force this
situation upon the whole town.

Daniel.

Sit here,
tell us what is troubling you.

It is for the best if I lose.

You're making no sense. How can
it be better to endure defeat?

Because...

Then I must face myself.

Daniel Parish,

imagining himself to be the
knight in shining armour...

.. the one to lead a team out to
put Lawrence Jupp in his place.

I am the self-appointed guardian
of all that is right and proper.

Aren't you being just a
little hard on yourself?

Daniel, you are not considering
withdrawing from the match, are you?

And let Jupp accuse us of cowardice?

No.

I must play... and lose.

.. Half a crown says we'll have them
all out. What do you say?

CHATTER

Can you forgive me, Laura if I admit
what a headstrong fool I have been?

Margaret told
me what you said to her.

I am the one who must ask
for forgiveness, Daniel.

If I had listened to you...

Then you wouldn't be the stubborn,
proud, wilful man that I love.

THUNDER RUMBLES

OK, lads. Come on, Jupp.

Howzat? That's out.

JEERING

Poor Daniel.

I don't know what possessed me to insist
it was so wrong for Margaret to play.

I can't help thinking
you were right, Laura.

Almost right.

It is rather a shame that
a woman cannot take part.

Perhaps she can.

Laura,
in the next break, I wonder if

you might ask Daniel to join us?

Hey-hey-hey!

CHEERING

That's out.

Oh! And that's tea.

CHATTER

Thank you for your proposal, Ladies,

but it is explicitly against County Cricket
rules for a woman to play in a man's contest.

But this game
is taking place out of season.

So perhaps it is not
strictly governed by County law.

If I were to request
that Margaret take part...

forgive me, ladies, if this offends,
but we would be laughed off the park.

Isn't that the point?

Candleford is short of a player.

So you are allowed
to introduce another player.

They would not refuse

because it would give them the
perfect opportunity to mock us.

I think I'm beginning
to see your purpose.

Then perhaps you might
speak with their captain and

may I suggest

don't be afraid to let him see you
as a fool who is a little desperate?

Mrs Brown are you happy with this?
Would you like to play? Even in the rain?

Play as a woman.

Yes.

GIGGLING

I have a proposal...

LAUGHTER

'Sometimes a woman may try
to be just like a man...

'Men and women,
we each have our own weaknesses

'and strengths and if we dare to
admit it, similarities. '

CHEERING

'It is only by making mistakes

'and hurting one another that we
learn the greatest of human joys -

'forgiving and being forgiven. '

I mean no offence, sir,

but there's some of us
don't welcome your machine.

I have left that wretched man.

So you will be leaving us?
There will be time for farewells.

Oh, I have dreamed this
moment many hundred times.

Kiss you ma
before I die of happiness.

Oh, Laura she'd look at me strange and
terrible. She'll forbid Alfie from seeing me.

It takes courage to move
with the times, Alf.

Sometimes it takes
courage to stand still.

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