All language subtitles for Green Dolphin Street (1947).en

This came for you,
Reverend Mother.

Thank you.

He needn't wait.

Thank you,
you needn't wait.

Open the gate, Sister Angelique.

Forgive me, Reverend Mother

but if you're going
to St. Pierre

the tide is due to rise.

- And if you should get caught...
- Child.

The matter of this letter
may ruin the happiness

of a family whom we all respect!

Of course, I could stay here
and pray to the good Lord.

Yes, you could do that,
Reverend Mother!

You're... you're not
so young anymore!

But I think the good Lord
would prefer me

to do something about it!

And my age is my own business.

And you can come with me.

- Sophie.
- Reverend Mother!

How nice to see you!
Do sit down!

No, no, I haven't time for that.

But I haven't seen you
for years!

Sophie...

Is something wrong?

Edmond Ozanne has returned
to St. Pierre.

Edmond.

Naturally, he doesn't know
you're Mrs. Patourel.

- And he wants to see you!
- Oh.

There is my answer!
My two daughters.

You don't mention Octavius?
Don't you love him?

Octavius, of course.
He is my husband.

But you didn't love him
when your parents

forced the marriage on you.

Octavius is kind and devoted.

He's been a loving father
to his children

he's carried on the family
business beautifully!

But Edmond is still the man
you love.

And always will.

My parents forbade me
to marry Edmond because...

Because he drank too much.
And talked to much!

Because they considered
the marriage

unsuitable and they were right.

Don't lie to me,
Sophie Patourel!

You would have thrown yourself
over the cliff that night.

If I hadn't stopped you.

Help me! Help me,
Reverend Mother!

Octavius thinks
I scarcely knew Edmond.

He and, he and my children
must never know the truth!

Then you must go
and see Edmond today.

Tell him about your marriage.
Your daughters.

Let him know unmistakably
that the past is buried forever!

And he will say nothing
to jeopardize

your family's happiness.

Yes, I'll see him!

- I... I... I'll go today!
- Good!

Oh, now I must hurry,
the tide may not wait

even for mother superior!

There's Edmond now.

Oh-ho, Mrs. Metivier,
you flatter me!

He has changed...
shockingly.

Cabby, let's have
this bag first, eh?

Who is the young man?

That is his son.

Edmond married in England.

His wife died
when the boy was born.

Come, sister.

Goodbye, my child.

Goodbye, Reverend Mother.

Oh, mama, help me get
my bonnet on properly.

That's it, darling.

Marianne, Marianne!

I won't be long,
I'm with papa.

I wrote to London this morning
and told them

not to send you the plans
for the steam boat.

Marianne,
why don't you get married?

And I signed your name
to the letter.

You what?

I said, I signed your name
to the letter!

Marianne! Marianne
it's most unseem...

Oh, nonsense, papa,
these are modern times!

I have made up my mind.
You must marry!

Sir Charles, that's our man.
You must know that he loves you.

- Oh.
- Oh, ho-ho.

Don't think mama and I
didn't notice

that you spent three hours
with him

in the conservatory last night!

Yes.

Yes, it took me
three solid hours

to coax Sir Charles
to give me this report.

You see it's marked
"Confidential".

Oh, here it is.

Your new glasses.

These figures prove that at
the present cost of operations

the steam boat will eat up
all its profits.

I still say
it's most unseemingly

for a young woman
to know so much

about the shipping business.

Oh, papa.

You'll be using steam ships
in eight or ten years.

But by that time
you will be retired

and I'll be running
the business.

By that time you'll be married

to some smart young fellow
who carry on in my place.

If I ever marry

it won't be because
the bridegroom

is a good business man.

Marianne, my dear

sometimes you shock me!

Of course I do.

I'm bold and scheming.

And sometimes I think
I'm not quite nice!

Marianne,
Marguerite is waiting.

Oh, be an angel
and run down and tell mama

that in exactly five minutes

I shall descend upon
the staircase so elegantly

I'll frighten myself!

You're incorrigible!

Marguerite?

Oh, Marianne, you're beautiful!

- Simply beautiful.
- I am not beautiful!

I'm immensely chic! Smell.

- Mmm.
- It's a new perfume from Paris.

I think it's a little indecent,
don't you?

Marianne,
the neckline of that dress

do you think it modest?

Mama, it's the very
latest style!

Papa, my angel,
what do you think?

- Is it all too bold?
- Not on you, my dear.

God has given you that quality.

Oh, no, it's all my own doing!

Now, now, Marianne,
don't be rude to your father!

Go where you're going before
I lose my patience with you!

- We're going shopping, come on!
- Shopping?

In that dress?

But, mama, this dress
is only to prove

that even if we are
the richest people

on the island
we are not snobs!

At least I'm not!

As a matter of fact today
I feel particularly common!

What are we going shopping for?

We are not going shopping.

We are calling
on our new neighbors.

Both of them.

Look alive,
you young whipper-snapper!

Come in, come in!

Well, bless my soul

if you aren't
a pretty pair of fish.

William!

William, come and see
what I've got!

A pink one and a green one.

Are there
any more of you outside?

Say, uh, a yellow one
or a blue one?

William, make your manners.

Bow to the little dears.

This is my son William.

And your name is?

Marianne. And you are sweet.

Well, thank you!

- And yours?
- Marguerite.

Ah, Marianne and Marguerite.

Two pretty names
for two pretty little dears!

Holy Moses, I don't know

that I've ever heard
two prettier names.

- Did you, William?
- I don't like 'em.

Too fancy and too much alike!

He's a vicious little brute,
isn't he?

Come, sit down, ladies!

I've been trying to save him
from the likes of you

ever since the day he was born!

Them? I've never saw them
until this minute.

Oh, he doesn't mean
saving you from us.

He means from good manners,
respectability, sobriety.

Oh, please don't be
angry with her

she talks like that
to everybody.

Angry with her?
Why if I were a young man I'd...

You'd what?

I'd run away as if you were
the devil himself!

And a fine job
you'd made of

yourself and your son.

If it is impossible youth
can be your son?

Impossible?

What's wrong with me?

Well, you could start
making yourself civilized

by... by tying your shoe laces.

I wouldn't give a penny

for all the civilized
shoe laces in London!

Ch, a revolutionary?

And just what would be your idea
of a satisfactory existence?

If I were running this world
I'd pass a law

that everyone could do
exactly as he pleased!

Convincing rascal, isn't he?

Ladies, I am Ozanne

Doctor Edmond Ozanne.

And you are Marianne
and Marguerite what?

Excuse me, please!

I'm afraid my daughters
are rather unconventional.

Naturally,
one calls on a new neighbor

but not without warning,
of course.

I am Mrs. Patourel.
You remember me?

- And you are Edmond Ozanne.
- Yes, ma'am.

And you are Sophie.

We used to know each other
when we were...

Yes, I... I was just about
to tell your daughters

that I... I didn't know you
very well.

My father being a shop keeper

on a lower social level
than your mother's family.

Oh, Edmond, that make us
sound like snobs!

Oh, but you are mama! You're
sweet, but you are a snob.

Pay no attention to her.

My husband, I don't think
you ever knew him.

His name is Octavius Patourel.

And he's a bit of a snob too!

Close your mouth, young woman!

Your mother is a gracious lady.

Merely trying to be kind to a...
good for nothing

who drinks more
than is good for him.

Oh, Edmond!

Yes, I...

The only times I ever really

got away from this island and...

what I left behind here...

is through a bottle of...

Yeah...

But I won't presume
on boyhood acquaintanceship.

Ah, I forgot! My son!

Salute the lady, William!

You're very like your father
as a boy.

Let's go now. Come girls.

Goodbye, Doctor Ozanne.
I'm coming again, soon.

An honor, young lady.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, William.

Goodbye, William.

You would look much more
like a human being

if you combed your hair.

Thank you Edmond
for helping me out!

They mustn't ever know
that you and I once...

Once loved each other
beyond all else.

Don't worry, Sophie.

No one will ever hear
it from these

aging lips.

Aha!

And which of
the two young ladies

put that comb in your hand?

It was Marianne.

Or is her name Marguerite?

It was the nice one!

Why, thank you.

Uh, who sent them?

Oh, this is nice.

Oh, there are two of them.

Well, shouldn't
Miss Marianne Patourel

be told the name
of her secret admirer

who sent her flowers?

She doesn't even know I exist

and she never will.

I'll go and tell her.

You keep your mouth shut,
Corinne

and mind you own business!

Since when has Timothy Haslam
not been my business?

What's over is over, I've told
you that a dozen times, now!

- Can't you understand it?
- I can understand.

But will my brother understand?

You know he can use a knife too!

That statue
of the Madonna up there...

how tall is it?

No one's ever seen it close.

Except for the sisters
of Saint Peter.

William, I've been thinking over
very seriously

what you said about shoe laces
the other day.

Can you get up there from here?

Well, they say
that many years ago

before the convent was built,
smugglers used to

climb up through a tunnel
inside the cave!

Smugglers, huh? Well, I can do
anything a smuggler can do!

William!

William!

Pretty smart of those
old smugglers.

You know, at high tide
the whole cave

is hidden under water.

And at low tide
it is perfect for any...

Sit down, William.

Now, what are you going to do
about your future?

My future?

I think I'll be a smuggler.

Oh, be serious.

After all, a man must have
some sort of career.

Well, I'll have to
think that over

it may take me years and years.

In the meantime, I... I think

I'll just lie back here.

And think of
all the exciting places

on the other side of that ocean.

The Pacific Ocean
and all the other...

Good morning, Emily.

Good morning,
Miss Marianne.

- Good morning, Dolly.
- Good morning, Miss.

Marianne.

- Pleasant dreams?
- Very!

Marianne?

Is it possible
to fall in love with a man

you've known only five days
and seen three times?

Yes, I think it is.

That means you're in love
with him too?

No, I'm not

but I could be in love
with the man he could be.

Whichever of us? I...

Oh, Marianne, it must never make
any difference between us.

Nothing ever could or ever will.

How can William not
fall in love with you?

You're so striking.

And you have a brain.

William!
- Yes, father?

Ah, oh, there you are!

William, did you drink as much
as I did last night?

I did, old fellow,
but I'm young.

Oh, you ungrateful young cub!

Oh!

Father, Marguerite's is coming.

- The sign says "Doctor Ozanne".
- Come this way, please.

Sit there.

Hey, here's a patient for you.

What's the matter,
getting a little trouble?

Holy Moses, that's bad!

You've lost a lot of blood.

It's a knife wound, eh?

It's a matter for the police.

- I'll have to report it.
- No.

I always have to report
knife wounds.

I don't need you to.

Well, give me one good reason
why I shouldn't.

Because it's a private matter.

A woman, huh?

And the man who carved you up
was her husband?

- Her brother.
- Brother?

Very dull
and uninteresting.

Well...

Nothing better
for the morning after

than a little surgery.

What's the matter?
Do I fright you that much?

Yeah. You are so blasted clever
you scare me to death.

Good. Perhaps I can scare
some sense into you.

Come down to the harbor,
I want to show you something.

A beautiful ship!

What is she, Marianne?

One of the new clippers.

The finest, fastest
kind of merchant ship.

You see, William?
You see the name?

"The Green Dolphin,"
and you live on the corner

of Green Dolphin Street.
That's a sign!

Look how high those masts are!

I wonder how many sails
she carries?

Well, there's
a four-topmast, staysail,

inner jib, outer or flying jib,

four sail, mainsail and mizzen,

fitted with topsail,
top gallants and royals.

What would you be doing here?

Wakin' me up
from the first good sleep

I was after having for a week!

Terrible of a storm it was too,
drove me in here last night?

Where are you from
and what cargo?

New Zealand, a cargo of timber.

Well, you've got the most
perfect ship I've ever seen!

Captain Dennis O'Hara
at your service.

Come aboard and have a bite
of breakfast!

That's a make shark!

Caught it in the Tasman Sea
with a boat hook!

Yes, New Zealand
is a beautiful country.

With forests,
half of them grand swell.

And the tops of the trees
are 150 feet above your head.

And giant ferns below

ferns reaching
above your shoulders.

Giant ferns?

Oh, go on, Captain O'Hara!

It's the first time
I've ever seen William

interested in anything
worthwhile.

Yes, a grand land!

With birds bigger
than an ostrich!

But not able to fly,
the reason

of the heavy stomachs
they have on them.

And mountains with the snow
always on their crests and...

Slipped ashore last night,
did ya?

Stole the eggs
off the natives?

It's meself,
that's proud of you, lad.

Doesn't your servant
talk English?

Not, he don't talk sense at all!

Some cannibals in New Zealand

toyed with his tongue.
That's why.

- Cannibals?
- Chopped off his leg too!

A grand country, New Zealand!

With timber and flax,
and wonderful pasture land!

All virgin soil,
and don't belong to no one!

There are places like that
in this world

and I have to live
and die here on this...

You're a man, aren't you?

You don't have to do anything

you don't want to do!

Here, me dear, for you!

They are made of a New Zealand
stone called Tangiway.

And green is your color,
I can see.

- Oh!
- And for you, son!

The Maoris of New Zealand
use a knife like this

for cutting up human flesh.

Oh, Captain O'Hara,
they are beautiful!

I've gotta be going,
there's trouble on deck.

Finish your breakfast.

What's going on here?

Sneaked aboard, eh? A stow-away!
Who are ye? Who are ye?

- What difference does it make?
- Toss him overboard!

My name is Timothy Haslam.

You wouldn't be hiding
from the police?

It was a fair fight.

And it's plain you killed
the other fella.

I won't lie to you,
I did kill him.

But I didn't lift a hand at him

until he came at me
with a knife.

I believe you.

It is well and fairly spoken.

And I'll help you.

Besides, I'm a man
short in me crew.

Take him below.
Hide him in the focsle.

Come along.

The English law can't reach you
in New Zealand.

Farewell!

Now, look.

Just look at her!

I know what I'm gonna do.

- I've made up my mind.
- What?

I'm gonna be a sailor on
a clipper ship, like that one.

Oh, no, not on a clipper ship.

- You're going into the navy.
- The navy?

Uh-huh, to be an officer
and a gentleman.

Well, that takes money.

Well, suppose
someone found a way

to provide the money
and the influence?

Well, that's just talk, who?

- My father.
- What?

And you suppose my father
would permit that?

I repeat, Marianne.

How could you go aboard
a strange ship

with that uncouth ragamuffin?

How could you indulge in such
a disreputable escapade?

Stop sulking!

- Are those your new glasses?
- Certainly.

Certainly, certainly.

Well, then you better
send them back. I'm not sulking.

I'm smiling humbly.

I am sorry, I apologize

and my behavior was most
unladylike.

I ask you to forgive me.

Oh. Well, we'll say
no more about it.

- Thank you, papa.
- The matter is closed.

- Uh, not quite.
- Hmm?

- What about William?
- William?

- He wants to go in the navy.
- Not my problem.

Well, you object to William
being around and...

if he went off to the navy,
he wouldn't be here. Would he?

And when he does come back, why,
then he will be a gentleman

and wouldn't be so offensive,
would he?

Well... bright girl, Sophie.

But, of course, it takes
money and influence.

- Not my money, oh, no!
- Mama is very fond of William.

Wouldn't you like
to treat William as if he were

the son mama has always
longed for but has never had?

Mind you, it's not going to be
as easy as you think.

William's father is very proud.

You may have a little difficulty

in getting him to accept
the proposition.

But you're so brilliant,
you'll do it.

Oh, and, uh, mention mama
and her affection for William.

I don't need to be told
how to carry out a good idea!

Then don't go to see
Doctor Ozanne this evening.

- Tomorrow will do.
- I should go tonight!

I should go now!

Oh, and, uh, take Doctor Ozanne
a bottle of brandy.

I will not.

Our best brandy. The kind
you smuggle in from France.

Marianne,
your father is very good.

He's very easily managed.

Mama.

Emily, put the keys of
the wine cellar back in my desk.

Very well, sir.

William!

William, you're practically
in the navy.

"It's midsummer festival day.

How slowly the years have passed

since William left for England

in the Royal Naval College
at Portsmouth.

And now at last
Her Majesty's ship Orion

is sailing majestically
into our harbor

and William is aboard."

There! There he is!

And I will wring his neck!

Two years without a letter
to his own father!

The young cub!

Hey!

Ah!

Well, old fellow,
you look younger than I do.

Oh.
A little digestive trouble.

I may even have to take
some of that horrible stuff

I give my patients!

Come in!

Come in, my boy, come in!

Oh, this note came for you
a while back.

One of the servants brought it
from the Patourel house.

"Dear William.
I have arranged for you

to come to dinner tonight
at 7 o'clock

so that my father may...
may see the results so far

of his investment
in your future.

I know you won't fail me.
Marianne."

Hey, you've got to go, too!

I wanna go.
I wanna see...

But my ship sails
at high tide tonight.

I know, but we'll have
the whole afternoon together.

What's a few more years?
Time passes.

Soon you'll be home
to stay.

- How do you know about my ship?
- The Patourel girl told me.

Came over here not ten minutes

after the Orion
had dropped anchor.

- Which Patourel girl?
- Both of them.

Both of the pretty
little rascals.

They've been popping
in and out of here

ever since you left.

Bless their hearts.

Which one of them is it
you're so anxious to see?

The one I've had on my mind
ever since...

ever since I first saw her.

Oh, yeah. That would be the one
who is so much like her mother

when she was a girl.

Son, if you have it
in your heart

to speak to this girl
remember that fine families

are very particular
about a son-in-law.

I know.

I've been worrying about it.
About her father.

Oh, when you're
an established officer

in Her Majesty's navy,
you'll be a gentleman.

Even to Mr. Patourel!

- Oh, good evening, sir.
- Good evening.

- In the drawing room, sir.
- Thank you.

- William!
- Marguerite!

The others will be down
in a moment.

Then I shall make use
of that moment.

Marguerite...

ever since I last saw you I've
thought of nothing but you.

I love you.

May I say that?

I love you!

Keep saying it William
because I love you too.

Listen.
This must be our secret.

But all the time
I'm away from you

you must keep saying to yourself

that I love you!

Mama.

Good evening, William.

It's a pleasure to welcome you
to our home.

You're very handsome
in your uniform.

Thank you, Mrs. Patourel.

He's a little thin.

That's the life of discipline.

The best thing in the world
for a man.

- William.
- How are you, Marianne?

Very well pleased with you.

So you're off to China tonight?

Oh, how lucky you are, William!

You know, mama,
The Green Dolphin

trades on the China coast.

And Captain O'Hara says
the knowledge of the Orient

is most important nowadays.

Yes, I... I suppose so.

In the future,
the commerce of the world

will center on the Pacific.

Yes, I think papa
will be satisfied

with your progress so far.

Oh, excuse me.

What is it, Mrs. Metiver?

Doctor Ozanne

he's just had a seizure.

He's very ill!

- Mr. William must...
- Yes, yes, I'll bring him.

Get my cloak.

William.

Your father has just had
a sudden attack.

- Oh!
- My father?

Marguerite,
get mama's smelling salt.

And then find a doctor.
The nearest.

Come, William.

Steady, William,
this may not be serious.

Speak to him, William.

Father?

Can you hear me?

Oh.

Are you really here, William?

Of course I'm here,
of course I'm here!

Oh.

Thank you, thank you
for coming, William.

It shows you really love me.

You won't have
to stay very long.

Because I'm...
not going to last very long.

W... William?

Yes, father?

Wouldn't it be a joke now

I... if I didn't die after all?

Oh, but I... I won't play...

that kind of joke on you.

Because I've... I've always...

loved you.

Father! Father?

Oh, come, William!

William.

William, William...

- You don't know...
- Listen to me...

You don't know
how wonderful he was.

Yes, I do.
I knew and I loved him.

But you must realize that

tonight he saw you as
being wonderful too.

He saw you as you are now,
an officer and a gentleman.

And that's the way
he'll remember...

Oh, what does that matter now?

It matters a great deal.

'Cause you are going to do
things that will make him

very proud of you.

Oh, William.

Stay here with him
for a little while.

I'll stay with you if you like.

But then, you know,
we must get you back

to your ship
because it sails at midnight.

I'm not going to the ship.

I won't leave. I can't!

Yes, you can!

You're going to sail away
with your ship.

And when you come back next year

you come back
with your head high!

Full of pride at what
you've done with yourself!

Full of knowledge
that he would've been

as proud as you.

And you'll find his grave

where we'll bury him with honor
and with kindness.

And when you kneel
by his grave...

then you can weep upon
a brave heart

and respect yourself
as well as him.

Oh, William...

there'll be flowers
on his grave next year.

There will always be flowers
on his grave.

Well, Ozanne, there's China.

- Take it all in.
- Yes, sir.

But be back on board
by midnight.

By all means, sir.

All I'm looking forward to
is our return home.

You wish to buy something?

Yes. Please, I'd like something
for a young lady.

Certainly.

Oh, you speak English perfectly.

Yes, my father
was an Englishman.

This is a Chinese
charm necklace.

To be given to the one
whom you love.

Ah, yes, that... that's
just what I wanted.

- How much is it?
- Four pieces of silver.

Chinese money.

I haven't any
Chinese money.

Will you take English?

One English gold sovereign.

Oh.

Oh, could I write a letter?

Of course, over there.

"Dear Marguerite.

This necklace will say
I have always loved you.

Wait for me!

When I come home
I will ask your father

for your hand in marriage."

And when will you be home?

Not for another two years.

There is an English
clipper ship in the harbor.

It will be home in six months.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, grandpa.

- Uh, you there?
- Aye, aye, sir?

There's a clipper ship
in the port sailing for home.

Put this package
and letter on board.

I think this should
cover the cost.

Right, sir.

You will drink
a little rice wine?

Where is this place?

Where is this place?

Oh...

What's the matter, mate?

Where's the Orion?

The Orion, man, where is she?

The Orion navy,
she sailed at midnight!

As far as you're concerned
she's halfway to Calcutta!

Ahoy, a stow-away!

What the devil are ye?
Nat! Nat!

Don't you remember me,
Captain O'Hara?

- At St. Pierre?
- Let's have a look at you!

Oh, that young fella!

What are you doing here, son?
What's the trouble, huh?

- Huh?
- I had shore leave.

Something happened.

- My ship sailed.
- Women and rum?

- Yes, sir.
- What ship?

- The Orion.
- The navy?

The young fool!
Alright, Nat.

If you had gone straight
to Her Majesty's consul

and made a clean breast of it.
But, no!

Instead of that...
you're now a deserter.

A fine mess
you've made of your life!

Where are we bound,
Captain O'Hara?

New Zealand.
And you're lucky.

There you'll be safe
from the law.

Fine young muscles like yours

will be at a premium
among the settlers!

William!

Parson and Mrs. Kelly.
William Ozanne.

- How do you do?
- Well, son.

I'm ready to up anchor
and leave Wellington

which means you are through
with The Green Dolphin.

But Parson Kelly and his wife
will take you in.

You can help
in the mission school.

I don't like to impose
on a parson.

Who else am Ito impose you on
but the parson?

A parson can't refuse you
bread and brittles

it is expressly provided
in the "Book of Matthew."

- Isn't that so parson?
- Uh, quite so.

Thank you, Parson. Ma'am!

Keep a good heart, son!
Don't fret over past mistakes.

And remember,
it is better to keep away

from the liquor today
than to waste tomorrow

counting yesterday's
empty bottles!

Thank you for everything,
Captain O'Hara!

If you ever get back
to St. Pierre you won't tell...

Have no fear of that, son,
and God bless you!

Shove off, lads!

- Earthquake?
- That's right, chum.

- There's an earthquake.
- That's right!

- Earthquake.
- Whiskey.

- You're a homie! Right?
- Huh?

- New to this country?
- Oh, just landed, sir.

- Got a job?
- Yes, I've got a job.

Teaching the kiddies
at the mission school.

- Not your sort of work, huh?
- What do you think?

I've got a place up north in the
back blocks, getting out kauri.

That's just big tree timber.

You can pitch in and join me,
if you like.

But why, you don't know
anything about me?

I know as much about you
as your father

knew about me back
in St. Pierre.

When he patched up this arm
without telling the police.

I remember, I thought
you looked familiar.

You killed a man and got away.

- Keep your mouth shut.
- And your name's Haslam.

My name's Tai Haruru.
The Maoris gave it to me.

That's all you need
to know about me.

- And the same applies to me.
- Alright.

I'll work you harder
than you've ever been

worked before in your life.

And you'll have
to be ready for travel

because there'll be war between
the natives, the Maoris,

and the colonials before long.

Make up your mind,
if you go with me

you can forget that girl
at home.

Who told you
about a girl?

A mutual friend.
Captain O'Hara.

Tell me something, Ozanne.

Which of the two sisters was it?

None of your blasted business...
Sir.

- Well, there it is, Ozanne.
- The whole valley?

Oh, we live...

- You see the lake?
- Aha.

We live on the banks
of the river

ten miles upstream from there

without the benefit
of clergy or doctors.

Very comforting.

The whole valley is
a Maori stronghold.

You'll find our settlement
reasonably comfortable and safe.

Hey!

Are those friendly Maoris?

Well, they're my friends.

Perhaps they'll be yours
if you treat them courteously

and keep your word,
never show fear before them.

But they're dangerous
and strange people.

I've seen some extraordinary
exhibitions

of their ability
to predict the future.

Jacky-Pete, Kapua-Manga.

Have a look at their river,
Ozanne.

Perhaps some day that water will
travel halfway around the world

and splash on the beach
at St. Pierre.

Marguerite.

I want you to go down
to the drapers

and match this silk for me.

Marguerite...

What are you hiding
from me, Marguerite?

It's a secret, mama.

Is it a secret that has anything
to do with your

not marrying anyone
of those half dozen young men?

My dear, I would never insist
upon your marrying anyone.

But you have your life to live.

I have a life, mama,
in my thoughts and my dreams.

Oh, Marguerite.

- Marianne. Home, Edward.
- Yes, sir.

- Papa?
- Hm?

I believe William Ozanne
is dead.

No, I question that.
Only the good die young.

No, he's dead.

Only that would account
for his not writing

once since he sailed away
on the Orion.

Oh, I don't know...

Well, if he were alive
nothing could have kept him

from writing to...

To you in common gratitude.

Oh, that's true.

Or to me in friendship.

Or to Marguerite
of whom he was once very fond.

- In a childish way.
- Hmm.

No, papa.
William is dead.

Sophie, Sophie,
come quick, she's fainted.

- What?
She's fainted!

Mrs. Metivier,
Marguerite's fainted.

Get my smelling salts,
cold water and towels.

The dusters
is what you need.

I tell you
Marianne's fainted,

Sophie, where are you?

Marianne's fainted?

- I don't believe it.
- Neither do I.

But your father hasn't lied
to me for 30 years.

Let's go and see.

I have asked your mother
to come down.

Marianne, Marianne,
what is it?

No, no, no, some smelling salts.

No, cognac
would be better, dear.

Ah, quick, look, there. There.

- Ah, there.
- But who?

Ma'am, it was like this.

I was waiting here
for Mr. Patourel

when the two of them came in.

And all I said was

"Here's a letter for you,
Mr. Patourel,

which I bring you from
William Ozanne in New Zealand."

And then...

Now look, this one's fainted.

No, this one hasn't fainted.

This one's praying.

Then I'll be going.

But tell me about William,
what is he doing in New Zealand?

Isn't he still in the navy?

Due to an unfortunate incident,
the lad severed his connection.

And good day to ye all.

Marianne, the letter is
addressed to me.

Suppose I read it aloud, dear?

I will not be bullied
in my own household.

"Dear sir,

It is a long time
since I've had

the pleasure of addressing you.

Much has happened,
and I now feel

I have earned
the privilege of writing."

The young blaggard.

Left the navy,
a deserter probably.

After all the money
I spent on him.

Mama, go on with the letter.

"I have been in the lumber
business for over two years.

And I can say I am becoming
a fairly successful businessman.

My partner is a man
of great ability.

And we have developed
our little settlement

into a garden spot
with a comfortable dwelling."

What's been going on out there?

Has that fortune telling
medicine man

been reading tea leaves again?

He says that a letter you wrote
was delivered today

on the other side of the world.

How could he know that?

I personally gave it
to Captain O'Hara

myself months ago,
I didn't even...

Hey, hold on, wait a minute.

It was about a young woman,
wasn't it?

That's my own private affair.

Put down that drink.

The Patourel girl?

Alright.

I was drunk.
I was in Wellington.

Alone and miserable.

Alright, I... I was drunk.

I never had the courage
if I hadn't been drunk.

Ask a wonderful girl like that
to come all the way out here.

Which girl?

After all they did for me.

I write and offered my hand
in marriage.

A life like this.

Which girl, I said?

Marguerite, of course.

"I do not know what life has
brought you and your good wife.

And as for your lovely daughters
they may have married.

Yet I can not but hope that..."

Oh, well, speak up, what does
the young blaggard want?

"I cannot but hope that

your daughter Marianne
is still unmarried.

That you would consider
permitting her to live

in such a rough
but glorious country...

as my wife."

As his wife? Marianne?

The confounded cheat.

The outrageous,
overwhelming...

Sophie, here, write,
my dictation.

Here, here's pen, ink, paper,
sit down, dear. Sit down.

Now write, Mr. William Ozanne.

Father, you act as though
I've been insulted

instead of honored
by a marriage proposal.

No daughter of mine...

I'm old enough
to marry without your consent

and that is exactly
what I intend do.

Of course you are.

You are unjust to William.

If he was foolish in the past

he's now written you a fine
and straight forward letter.

My daughter
going to live among

a lot of man eating savages?

She's always wanted
to marry William.

She will never
marry anyone else.

Will you, Marianne?

No!
And I am going to marry William.

Everybody is insane here
except me.

Here, write a letter
to Mr. William Ozanne.

"Sir, you may return here.

And if at that time, Marianne
still desires to marry you.

I will permit the bands
to be published.

And in due course and in the
presence of her family,

and in her own church..."

I don't intend
to wait for any letter.

When does
the Green Dolphin sail?

On the 31st.

- And I forbid you...
- Then I'm going on the 31st.

I forbid it!

"Oh, Eternal Lord God,

who alone spreadeth
out the heavens

and ruleth the raging
of the sea.

Receive into thy Almighty
protection

the persons of us,
Thy servants.

And the ship in which we serve.

Amen."

Look alive,
you buck-eyed nincompoop!

Is it land or is it a cloud?

Land ho!

Land at starboard!

And take her in
with four topsails

anchor and jib.

Aye-aye, sir.

Start the rollers and get up.

Come on, you son of a sea coop,
get up there...

Now hear me closely.

William Ozanne has no reason
to expect you on this ship.

So when we tie up at Wellington

you can shut yourself up
in your cabin.

And three days later,
we'll be on our way again.

You don't want me to marry
William Ozanne?

The letter I gave your father
was handed to me

by a bleary-eyed William Ozanne

just out of a stinking saloon.

Surely it was written more
in whiskey than in ink.

Had I known it was a proposal
of marriage to you

I'd have torn it to bits
and flung it to the seven winds.

So help me I would.

If William were
a fine strong character

what would he need me for?

Very reason that he sent for me

is because he knows that
I can save him from himself.

Oh, Captain O'Hara, I've loved
you since that first day

I came aboard the Green Dolphin.

But there isn't anything
that you can say to change me.

I'll make a fine man of William.

I will. I will.

Drink up, me lads.

The Green Dolphin's pulling
in if you wants to meet her.

That proves no second sight.

The natives could have
sighted the ship

rounding The Three Kings
and sent word over.

Now, if she brings
a letter from Marguerite...

That's different.

Well, come on, let's see.

Hey, look. Look there.

It can't be.

She came. It's Marguerite!

Look again.

- Marianne?
- You stupid fool!

Did you put the wrong name
in that drunken letter?

But even if I did
why should Marianne come?

Did Marianne ever show any signs
of being in love with you?

I think perhaps she did.

Go on.

Wave to her. Keep waving.
Wave your arm off.

I can't marry her.
I'm not in love with her.

Are you gonna send a girl
like that back home

turned down
by a drunken young jackass

too tipsy to remember the right
name of the girl he loved?

No, you won't do that.

I might do it in the name
of truth and common sense.

But you haven't got either
the strength or the cruelty.

Now listen, go to her,
put your arms around her.

Make her feel that you want her.

And don't ever let down.

And remember,
her name is Marianne.

I hate what I'm gonna do,
but I'll do it.

I'll marry her,
just as my father married.

Out of pity.

And don't worry,
I'll go through with it.

- Good luck, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Congratulations, sir.

Mr. Morgan, all hands
spice the main braize.

And a double noggin'
to everyone of ye!

Oh, thank you, Captain O'Hara.

Thank you
for my beautiful wedding.

Now with certain documents
to be signed

and set to sailing I am
with the sunrise tide

would you mind lending me
your new husband for a thrice?

Take him, captain,
with all my worldly goods

I in him endow.

I seem to recall the best man
didn't kiss the bride.

You don't like me, do you?

Please, Mrs. Ozanne, it...
It's not that, I'm...

- I'm anxious about you.
- Anxious?

I've been very close to your
husband for several years now.

And he has changed
since you knew him.

Mr. Haslam, I'm quite capable
of handling my own family.

I merely suggest
for both your sakes that

you be patient with him.

Oh, I'll be patient.

I have no idea that my husband
loves me to, to distraction.

Actually, he's never known
what real love is.

And I did not travel halfway
around the world

expecting any miracle
to have improved him.

Believe me, I...
I only want to help you.

You can, now.

Is there any reason
why we can not leave

for the settlement at once
instead of tomorrow?

You see, I refuse
to spend my wedding night

anywhere except in the home
my husband has provided for me.

Oh, put it in there.

And as for father, poor darling,
he's as blind as a bat.

Here, in the cupboard.

But of course, that has been
coming on for so long

that by now he hardly knows

whether he can see
anything or not.

Marguerite, is she well?

A good deal changed from
the young girl you remember.

And like so many beautiful women
she's become spiritually lazy.

She hasn't...
She hasn't married?

Well, she's had many offers.

But I don't believe
she has been able

to summon the necessary emotion.

Oh, Hine-Moa,
in the bedroom please.

Oh, Mr. Haslam?

Who's idea was it
shipping your timber

overland on those wagons?

Why, Tai. It's the only way
to ship timber.

Don't you know that
it is always cheaper

to transport bulky goods
by water?

- Excuse me.
- Now look here, Marianne.

Tai knows the timber business.

And I know
the shipping business.

- Sit down, Mr. Haslam.
- Thank you.

Oh, that will be all,
Hine-Moa, thank you.

You should build barges.
Large ones.

Float your timber
to the sea down that river.

From there you can ship it
to any place in the world.

Yes, I think that
that's quite possible.

Well, it will cut your delivery
costs by two thirds.

I believe that it would.

Now, Mrs. Ozanne, I'm sure that
you will excuse me.

Ah, yes, of course, Mr. Haslam.

This is my wedding night.

Miss Marguerite.

This one's
in Mr. Ozanne's handwriting.

It must be important.

Mrs. Metivier, I want you.

My daughter.

Marguerite.

I have something to say.

Mostly, Octavius,
my dear, for you.

I want Marguerite
to hear it too.

Don't talk, Sophie dear.

When I married you, Octavius,

I did not love you.

The marriage was forced on me
by my parents.

- Against my will.
- Oh, mama.

I was in love with another man.

No.

I came to you, Octavius,
with a broken heart.

- Hating you.
- Shh.

But from the very beginning
you were kind to me.

Thoughtful, generous.

And soon I began to realize

that your love was bigger
than anything I have ever felt.

I was humbled...
and frightened in its presence.

But still I did not love you.

My dear, my dear.

There's no need to talk,
no need to tell.

But as the years went on

something began
to grow in my heart.

At first respect.

Then gratitude.

And the dashing young prince
I'd once loved

faded from my dreams.

And suddenly

before my eyes...

you, Octavius...

feeble sighted,
without much hair.

No longer young.

But more splendid

than any dream lover
a girl have ever had.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Do you, Marguerite?

Yes, yes I'm trying to.

I've come to love your father.

With a love so deep.

So great...

that nothing on Earth
can compare it.

Mama.

I know what you mean.

Apply it to your own life.

To your own lost love,
my dear child.

And now, Octavius...

My dear one,
I've always known, all about it.

- Octavius...
- Yes.

Even before I married you.

My eyes were quite good then.

Remember?

So it was impossible for me
to mistake

the way you looked
when his name was mentioned.

Yes, Marguerite.

I've always known your mother's
beautiful and honorable secret.

That's why I always did
what I could for William.

- William?
- Yes.

Then...

I was in love
with William's father.

And you?

You knew always?

If I had thought that
Edmond Ozanne

would make you happy

I would never have married you.

But I did not believe
in his love.

And I did believe in mine.

I believed I'd be a better
husband. A better father.

Octavius.

- You are wonderful.
- Sophie.

I knew.

Even though you
never told me before.

Just when...

you began to love me.

Oh, but, Sophie.

Sophie, Sophie.

I'm so proud and happy.

That you did tell me.

At last.

Oh, papa.

Leave me alone with her, dear.

Leave us together...

Marguerite.

Please, little one.

Come on, read your letter,
maybe it will help.

You read it to me, please?

"My dear sister-in-law.

I hasten to write you

that Marianne will go
to Wellington soon

where she will have
the best of care

for the arrival of our child.

Hoping this finds you..."

My daughter.

May I go to my father now?

Your father does not
need you now.

Quietly he has joined
your mother.

God rest his soul.

Reverend Mother,
Reverend Mother.

Somebody's knocking
on the old door.

- It must be Saint Peter.
- Saint Peter?

Saint Peter.
Come, you can hear him yourself.

Listen.

I hear nothing?

But I heard
Saint Peter knocking.

- Please, may I unlock the door?
- It is unlocked.

I unlocked it myself
40 years ago.

Open it if you wish.

Pick her up.
Bring her to my room.

Thank you, Reverend Mother,
thank you.

My poor dear child.

Help me, help me,
I'm all alone now.

I'll try, my child.

There's no one to turn to.
I... I'm completely lost.

I... I can't think.

It's my mind, I...
It can't think.

I can't think.

Others have passed through
the same dark way.

There's no way for me to live.

You'll find a way.

Child.

Your tragedy is not unique
in human history.

I needed my father
and my mother because...

Because the man I loved
turned away from me.

And now, because
your parents have gone,

because your earthly lover
has failed you

you imagine that God has also
withdrawn His presence?

Yes.

The way in which the human race
perpetuate itself to

the Almighty God
is quite deplorable.

Come.

Let's see if you can stand up.

Oh, yes, I can stand,
I can walk, I can run.

And if I could fly
it wouldn't help.

Let us see if you can pray.

Thank you, Reverend Mother.

Oh, Marguerite?

Marguerite?

I have a little book here.

I read it myself
when I was about your age.

Read it.

Then we may talk again.

That's a nice job of loading,
William.

Cleverly planned.

Yeah, my wife's idea.

As it's her idea
not yours, I suppose

the two of you sat up all night
arguing about it?

Tai, I promised you
I'd stick to my bargain

but I didn't agree to like it.

I want to see her...
Tell her.

Yes, Mr. Haslam, you've come
to apologize for William again?

No.

I've brought you a gift.

Well, thank you, Mr. Haslam.

Thank you.

Why do you dislike me so much?

'Cause you have too much
influence with William.

I've only been able to influence
William on only one thing.

Not to give up
when he takes on a job.

Alright,
I failed in my marriage.

And you think I'm making you
the scapegoat for my failure?

Your marriage is not a failure.

My husband hates me.

If I told you that hatred

was only the reverse side
of love,

you'd ridicule me as usual.

It's not true.

You can no more separate love
from hatred

than you can separate
the two sides of a coin.

To possess one
is to possess the other.

But I... I don't want scientific
explanations.

What do you want?

What do I want?

I love my husband
to the point of agony.

Yet there's neither brightness
nor warmth in our lives.

What do I want?

Tell me, Mr. Haslam.

Have I been completely wrong
in my handling of William?

Or isn't it true that
he is infinitely

a finer and better person?

That's very true,
he has improved.

Oh, but you think
he would be happier

if I was more submissive
and helpless.

It would be a strange way
to win a husband

away from his weaknesses

by developing weaknesses
of my own.

Still I...

Marianne, Marianne?

William.

- About last night...
- I'm sorry, Marianne.

William, have I been a bad
influence on you?

No man could have a better wife.

Perhaps...

Perhaps the boy will help you
when he comes?

You sure it's gonna be a boy?

I believe
you'd rather have a girl.

It's going to be a boy,
I know it.

Oh, William.

Please let Mr. Haslam
take the barges this time.

Stay here with me.

Cutting the timber is Tai's job.

Taking it to market is mine.

You know The Green Dolphin
will be waiting

at the sea coast
for this timber.

Captain O'Hara is expecting me.
I can't let him down.

Oh, William, William,
what's happened to us?

Even when we're
in each other's arms

there, there always seems to be

a thousand miles between us.

Oh, look, Marianne.

I've been a clumsy fool
and I've made you wretched.

If you'll forgive me, I,
I promise I'll try to do better.

Oh, yes, yes, William.

Goodbye, Marianne.

So we're left
alone together.

Not for the first time.

As a rule I see very little
of you on these occasions.

Perhaps this time,
I shall see more?

Mr. Haslam, will you please make
those natives stop singing?

No, that's the chant
of the earthquake God.

The native's believe there
is to be an earthquake.

But William doesn't believe it.

And I imagine
you don't believe it.

But when your house
starts shaking

stand in the nearest doorway
and yell for me.

Hine-Moa.

The men have stopped working.
Go and see what's happened.

Hine-Moa, tear these things up.

I'll need bandages.

We should see the coast
around the next bend.

Big sea!

Mm, my son!

I shall lose my son!

You'll have your son.

No, no, it's too soon!

Oh, Tai, get a doctor!

This isn't a country where a
doctor lives on the next street.

Oh, my son!

- I thought I'd at least I w...
- Marianne, listen to me!

You'll have your child,
I know what's to be done.

What?
Oh, no, no! No...

You've got to trust me!

Remember this is the sort of
thing that happens to women

who chose to live
in the backblocks.

And remember you chose it.

Oh, I trust you!

I will try to give as...

As little trouble as p-possible.

Hine-Moa! Hine-Moa!

Here you are, first news
from the backblocks.

Horrible disaster.
The Green Dolphin is missing.

Here you are, first news
from the backblocks.

Horrible disaster.
The Green Dolphin is missing.

After three weeks
only meager details.

The worst catastrophe
in New Zealand history.

Exquisite!

Now you look a bit more like
your old self!

This is no time
for compliments, Mr. Haslam!

Tell me, is there any
definite news of William?

Yes, this time there is
definite news.

Your husband is alive,
he's quite safe.

The barges were wrecked
in the tidal wave

but he was able to make his way
into Wellington.

You're not lying? You swear
you're telling the truth.

- William is alright?
- I give you my word.

- But now be calm!
- Oh, but I am calm!

I have complete control
of myself.

My mental and physical condition
is remarkable, Mr. Haslam.

It's no good, Marianne.

Now face the situation, we can't
go back to where we were!

Why not be friends?

I'm not aware we're not friends!

William!

Poor Marianne, what a terrible
time you've had!

- But William, there...
- There was...

There were so many days before I
knew that anyone here was alive!

I'm in such a filthy state. I...

Should have washed and changed.
But I-I-I won...

But you were so anxious
to see your child.

Well, William, there she is!

She? She! Is it a girl?

- Yes, I'm afraid it is.
- Why wasn't I told? A girl!

I had no idea a daughter
would mean so much to you!

You can tell
she's going to be fair haired!

Just look at those eyes!

Yes, I've named her
Marguerite Veronica.

But we'll call her Veronica?

Time baby bath!

You may take her, Hine-Moa.

What's wrong, William?

Marianne.

Captain O'Hara is dead.

Dead?

Drowned.

And the Green Dolphin?

That's gone too.

Tell me!

The Green Dolphin was wrecked
by the tidal wave.

I-I swam out with a rope.

Oh, how dared you,
you might have been drowned!

You should have thought of
your wife and child.

Captain O'Hara insisted
on being the last ashore.

He stood on the quarter deck
bellowing orders.

Then suddenly before he
could say "Jack Robinson"

the Green Dolphin
heeled over and was gone.

And him with it.

I swam out again.

I couldn't save him.

But I-I think he knows I tried!

Then you've have paid
your debt to him.

And I'm proud of you, William!

Captain O'Hara!

Green Dolphin.

The last tie with... home...
gone.

Everything else is gone too,
Marianne.

Years of hard work destroyed
in a single day.

We'll begin again.
We'll begin again, William.

- And we'll do better!
- We certainly will!

William?

Tell me, uh, do you think
this is reassuring enough?

"My dear Marguerite, do not
worry about the Maori war.

True, it still goes on
up... up north.

Because the natives
who want to sell

their land
to the White settlers

are now killing the Maoris
who don't want to sell.

But the new governor expects to
work out a treaty of peace

which is probably accomplished
by now." Hm?

Aren't you a bit too optimistic,
even for Marguerite?

Well, peace can be arranged!

I could do it
if I were the governor.

Yeah, you probably could!

Hello there!

Uncle Tai! Uncle Tai!
Uncle Tai! Uncle Tai!

Well, you didn't come in
to see me today!

I've got some news for you.

Let's go inside.

Good.

Heavy fighting
has broken out again.

Marianne and Veronica must
leave for Wellington at once.

- Why?
- But the peace terms?

The governor
has blundered badly.

Well, we have men and guns,
we will fight!

You must take Veronica
to Wellington!

We'll build a stockade
around the house...

And turn this place into a fort?

Certainly!

That'd be the worst possible
mistake!

It'd Show our friendly Maoris
we don't trust them.

- Tai's right.
- Oh, William.

You argue with your wife.

She never would listen to me.

You must take Veronica
to Wellington.

- Don't you see that?
- I see nothing of the sort!

Veronica and I stay here!

Stop and think, Tai, and you'll
realize that I'm right!

Veronica and I
are far more likely

to be murdered on a long journey
to Wellington

than if we stay here
well protected.

Yeah, there's something to that,
Tai!

As always, I bow
to your clever reasoning.

May I do anything for you
in Wellington?

- Are you going to Wellington?
- Yes, I am.

William, may I see you outside
for a moment, please?

Marianne, please!

What is all this?

Are you trying to get rid of me?

- Goodnight, daddy!
- Goodnight, sweetheart!

- Goodnight, mama!
- Goodnight, dear!

Goodnight, Hine-Moa!

Well, pray for the best.

Tai's gone and without him,
we'd never dare

make the trip to Wellington.

Then get out every man you have

and start building
that stockade!

Come, Veronica, your dinner.

Come, dear.

Veronica! Veronica dear!

Come, you must wake up.

Come here... Shh.

No, no, no, no, there, there.

Shh... shh.

Marianne!

Can you forgive me, William?

It was all my fault.

I wouldn't go to Wellington.

I made you build that
stupid stockade.

No, you didn't make me.
You honestly convinced me.

So don't blame yourself only.

We're both guilty.

What's the matter, daddy?

It's alright. It's alright.
Shhh!

Well, thank Heavens
you're alright!

- How did you get through?
- Now be quite and listen!

When I went to Wellington
for help

I expected this invasion
from the Northern tribes.

Yeah, but our own Maoris
turned on us!

And for good reason.
But now that's our chance.

Our own Maoris are out there
among the others.

And they're still my friends.

They were strong enough
to get me in here.

Oh, William, then everything...

Now whether they'll have
the influence

to get us out, I don't know.

They're in council now,
that's why it is quiet.

But Tai, what if they won't?

That's a chance
we'll have to take!

Chance? But Veronica!

Bran's brought them in
Hardcastle at Whethersfield.

One hundred and seventy nine
pounds, eleven in triples.

They're alright,
that's a good account.

Well, how do we stand
financially?

I should say we have enough
capital in the bank

to start ourselves
another future.

Oh, how about Cauldor Chavel
and Company?

One hundred
and forty-eight pounds

four and eight...

No, we can forget that one.

You know, I've been thinking
about our future.

The Maori war
is getting worse.

I think it would be best if...

Well, if we were to
leave here and go south.

- What?
- South Island?

I've been thinking I said,
I haven't decided!

Let's talk it over.

John Martin...

What are the timber prospects
on South Island?

Bad!

Oh, but there's a great future
for sheep farming.

Sheep?

What exactly have you got
in mind, Marianne?

Sell our land at the...
Take a ship to the South Island.

Find some good pasture land.

Spend our capital on it,
hire expert labor.

Soon there'll be nothing about
sheep we won't know.

Why sheep?
I know timber, I love it.

Why can't we stick to timber?

Because there's
a bigger future in wool!

How do you know that?

'Cause I've an instinct
for these things.

I've an instinct
for making money.

Personally I can never
think of sheep

without connecting them
with Job in the Bible.

And one time Job lost
all his sheep, it had boils.

That was just one bad year.

How much of this is your
business instinct

and how much
the safety of Veronica?

It's mostly
for the child's sake.

Ever since this Maori trouble

she's been having
dreadful nightmares.

You know that, William.

She has a morbid curiosity now
about fighting and soldiers.

I want to take her
where there is no fighting.

Yes, Tai, it's uncanny
the way you

always bring the hammer down
on the nail.

It's really for Veronica's sake!

Well?

Well, William?

Well, if it is for Veronica's
good that we should go south.

Then we go south!

And here's to the flocks
and herds of Job.

And no boils!

We'll go as soon as possible.

There's a great suffering
among my Maori friends

caused by the Colonials.

They need help.

I'm going back to them
with medical supplies.

Tai, we cannot wait
indefinitely...

I'll not prevent you from
leaving whenever you like.

And all my best wishes
will go with you.

But you are our partner!
Surely you'll come with us?

You don't know me
very well, Marianne.

I find very little value in life

aside from
my personal independence.

That you and William should
join me in my lumber business

that was one thing.

That I should follow along
at the tail end of your

biblical migration
like a tamed tabby cat...

that is another.

There you are, darling!

Say goodbye to Uncle Tai,
Veronica.

I'll go aboard and see
about the luggage.

Oh, and Marianne,
try not to fight with Tai

your last five minutes together!

- I'll try!
- Come along, sweetheart.

Are you really hurt that
I'm not coming with you?

Yes, I am.

I thought you had
a real affection

for William and Veronica!

I have.

And for you.

Then why not come with us?

The reason I gave.

You spoke of trailing after us.

You'd be what you've
always been

a central figure in the picture.

I thought Marianne Ozanne
must always be there.

No, I, I know myself
better than I used to.

- I'm sure.
- I really don't know...

How I should manage without you.

- I doubt it.
- Oh, and...

Don't talking of losing
your independence.

A man in love has no
independence worth mentioning.

Yes, Marianne, I love you.

I have for years.

You certainly didn't love me
when I first came out here.

Long before that.
At home, on the island.

When you were a little girl
in your teens.

I used to worship you
from a distance.

On the island?

William never told me
you came from St. Pierre!

That's no coincidence.

Captain O'Hara brought us
to the same place

for similar reasons.

I can never go home either.

I began by loving you
as a child.

I love your faults
as well as your virtues.

Have I still so many faults?

At least I'm,
I'm not proud now, am I?

No, you're not.

And I love you
for that too because

I think I had something
to do with it.

Yes, you did.

A great deal.

Everything.

And that's why you love me.

Oh, you hated me too!

Remember what I said
that you could

no more separate love
from hatred

than you separate
the two sides of a coin?

Well, you hated me because I saw
too much of your real self.

Then I found
when you were with me

everything was alright.

You learned humility from me.

And you love me, don't you?

Tai, I love William with
every fiber of my being.

But I love you too.

For the qualities you have
that the ones

I've tried to develop in him.

Yes, Tai, I love you.

But I belong to William.

- You still believe that?
- It's true!

William's love is all
I've ever wanted.

That's why I'm not going
with you.

You'll have more chance of
getting what you want if

he has no one to turn to
but you.

But I have his love.

Don't be too sure.

This newfound humility of yours
only goes skin deep.

You have made progress,
but your battle isn't won yet.

Goodbye, Marianne.

I won't forget you.

Ever.

If I believed in souls

I'd say that yours and mine
are a very long acquaintance.

Veronica is in the cabin.

Goodbye, William.

You're glad to get rid of
a couple of trouble makers, eh?

I'd not have missed these years
for anything!

Not always happy.

All those rousing arguments.
I wonder how you stood it?

Well, the adjustments
interested me.

You've made a good job
with Marianne.

Oh, most people
including Marianne would say

she'd made a good job of me.

Yeah, only a fool could have
made that blunder that you did.

But only a very fine man could
have saved her from disaster.

Disast...
Oh! Marianne?

If you hadn't turned your life
into a magnificent lie

she'd have certainly floundered.

And if you hadn't
made that idiotic mistake

in a girl's name,
I'd never have known her.

Ready, Mr. Ozanne?
We're about to cast off, sir.

Well...

Reverend Mother?

What is it, Sister Angelique?

A lady to see you,
Reverend Mother.

She sends you this little book.

Sit down, Marguerite.

It's a long time.

You've read it?

Over and over!

To see if there isn't some way
for me to live.

I seem to have given up
all my girlhood friends.

I've dropped out of all life.

I belong to nothing or nobody.

And yet...

You do not look so very unhappy?

I'm not unhappy!

I'm only... lost.

But I want to feel once again

that I'm following
some pattern of life.

Sometime God permits
deep disappointment

to enter our lives

in order to open up our eyes
to what He wants us to do.

And so great is His magnanimity

that if we come at last
to His feet.

I think he cares little
how we came.

Am I good enough,
Reverend Mother?

'Ask yourself, my daughter.'

'Keep asking yourself.'

Uh, is this the residency
of Mrs. William Ozanne?

Yes?

With compliments
of Captain Fawcett

of Her Majesty's ship Brighton.

What you doing tonight?

What sauce, I wouldn't
go out with you!

Besides, we've got a party on!

Thank you, Lucy.

Listen, mama, Mr. Anderson
is making a speech!

- Yes, dear.
- Gentlemen!

Two years ago this group
sponsored

the organization, uh,
of a steam ship company.

Ay, look what the shares
are quoted at today!

Of course the original idea
came from Mr. William Ozanne.

You know

I'm thinking he must have
Scottish antecedence!

Gentlemen, I give you

the health of the most
popular man in Dunedin!

Mr. William Ozanne.

To William Ozanne!

Thank you, gentlemen!

I think your toast might well be
to New Zealand.

Or to the steamship itself,
which is Mr. Anderson

so cannily puts, has done
so much good for all of us.

But certainly instead of me

I think your toast should
have been given to my wife.

Because in New Zealand
or Timbuktu

with sheep, wool,
steam or with timber

any man influenced by
such a woman must succeed!

It is to her that I owe whatever
small accomplishments I've made.

There, Veronica.

You've heard your father's
speech.

Now you must go to bed.

Come along!

How was the party?

Beautiful, weren't you
listening?

Yes.

All those things you said
about me, made me blush.

- Mm, but they were true!
- Ah, but you were generous.

Far too generous.

Uh, William.

There's something I want to talk
to you about.

Mm-hm.

Let's sell out here and go home!

To our real home, St. Pierre!

Back to St. Pierre? Why?

Because of... of Marguerite.

Marguerite?

But, she's going
to become a nun!

But she's still a novice.

And we can see her before
she takes her final vows.

But why?
Here we have everything!

The-the finest house in Dunedin.

- And... And...
- But William!

This isn't really our home!

There's that beautiful house
in St. Pierre

empty, waiting for us.

Then there's the family business
that you

could now run most efficiently.

But I can't go back.

There's a little matter
of desertion

from Her Majesty's Navy.

Come here.

There.

It's taken me more than a year
to arrange that.

"With due consideration
it has been decided that

William Ozanne is
to be allowed to resign

honorably from the Royal Navy.

And in regard to the charges
of desertion

it has instead been officially
pronounced

involuntary absence from duty"

And think what home will mean
to Veronica!

The opportunities she can have.

But mostly William,
it's Marguerite.

My own sister.

You never knew what it
cost me to leave my home.

To come out to this new country
to marry you.

I want to go home, William!

I do so want to go home!

- May I look now?
- No, not yet.

- Now?
- No, no, no, no, no... Now!

That's where mama was born.

But how will
Father Christmas know

we've moved from New Zealand?

Oh, he has ways of finding out!

- Oh!
- Miss Marianne!

Oh, no, no, no.
Miss Metivier, no!

Do you think you could find
a dolly at Grandpa's office?

I wouldn't be at all surprised!

- Goodbye, sweetheart!
- Goodbye.

- Papa's gone.
- Four sheets.

Twelve pillow slips,
embroidered.

Here, Veronica!

See you may help mama.

Take this into your bedroom.

Oh, and put it
on the bed, dear.

Four linen sheets.

Oh, there's a tear in this one.

Very well, put it to one side.

What about my letter?

Oh, the tide was out

and the young man
is already back.

The young man delivered your
letter to the Mother Superior.

And will reach
Miss Marguerite at once.

- Oh!
- What is it, dear?

Look mama!

Well, where did you find it?

- In this box.
- Oh.

May I wear it?
May I?

Yes, dear.

Oh, look, Mrs. Ozanne, I found

these two embroidered
pillow cases.

I suppose you used these
when you were children.

This one will come in
very well for Veronica.

After all her name
is Marguerite.

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Metivier!

Where is Mrs. Ozanne?

In her room.

She's not feeling well, sir.

Too much unpacking in my way
of thinking, sir.

Hello, my dear!

Tired yourself out, did you?

I'm tired too.

Your father's business is quite
a terrifying institution.

What's the matter, Marianne?

Is it... Is it Marguerite?

Have you heard from her?

Yes, I've heard from Marguerite.

Tomorrow she is to become a nun.

It would seem we arrived
just in time.

I found this today.

This was written
a long time ago, Marianne.

Nevertheless,
you loved Marguerite!

- You loved her!
- But that's all passed now.

But when you wrote to my father,
you lied.

You asked for my hand
in marriage.

I didn't lie.

Listen to me, Marianne,
I love you.

Listen to more lies?

You never loved me.

You loved her!

But you sent for me, why?

It wasn't a lie. It was only...

Why did you send for me?

I'll tell you, Marianne.

Now I must tell you.
I never wanted you to know.

I never thought you'd find out.
But now...

What did you never want me to
find out?

That I accidentally wrote
your name instead

of Marguerite's in the letter
to your father.

You accidentally wrote my name?

Now our whole marriage
has just been

a slip of the pen?

Marianne...

Does Marguerite know of...

Of your slip of the pen?

No, absolutely not!

I never even so much as
hinted anything.

Oh, please believe me, Marianne.

I never told a living soul.

Oh, that... that's not quite
true.

I told Tai Haruru,
I had to tell him.

Tai Haruru knew?

He knew that you hated me?

I thought I had reached the
lowest depths of degradation.

But I didn't expect this!

So Tai knew?

Of course he knew.

And now I understand everything.

Why, you would
never have married me

if he hadn't forced you into it.

Would you, William?

Oh, William.

William, don't ever, ever
speak to me again!

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Metivier.

Has Mrs. Ozanne
come downstairs yet?

She left the house
an hour ago, sir.

Miss Marguerite takes her vows
to the church today.

Had you forgotten, sir?

Thank you.

- Oh, Marianne!
- Oh, Marguerite!

Oh, my dear, even when you were
on the other side of the world

I always felt you near to me!

Marguerite?

Yesterday I found a letter

William sent you
with a necklace.

He intended to ask you
to come to New Zealand.

But when he wrote father
he put in my name by mistake.

Then when I came instead of you,
he married me.

Out of pity.

Oh, Marguerite,
don't you hear me?

Don't you realize
what I'm saying?

I knew you were in love
with him.

I knew he had an affection
for you.

I made myself believe it was
only a childish infatuation.

So I fought you for him.

And I always thought that
I had won him fairly.

But he's never loved anyone
but you.

Was it just an accident that you
found the letter?

Just chance, do you think?

Perhaps there is less chance
in life than we realize.

Perhaps it was intended to bring
out the truth at last.

Oh, but when I think of what
your life has been.

The heartbreak.

Do I look like
a heartbroken woman?

But you're becoming a nun
because William married me!

At first when you went away
to marry him

and when your child was born

there was nothing left for me
but chaos and hopelessness.

Oh! Oh, Marguerite!

Marguerite, can you ever
forgive me?

There is no question
of forgiveness.

Marianne?

Your husband is here in my room.

He wants to talk to you.

He loves you.

I'll send him to you.

No!

I ask you to do this for me.

Tell William that I have
outgrown the young selfish love

of a girl in her teens.

That I found here what I've been
searching for all my life.

Tell him this is the way
everything was meant to be.

You were destined
to accomplish his salvation.

I was destined for this.

I was swept up to thee
by thy beauty.

And if I was once unhappy

today I am supremely happy!

Not because I have given up
something.

But because I have been given
everything.

Tell him this.

And then when you hear
the chapel bells ringing

then bring him to see me.

Marianne, so there shall be
no doubt in your mind.

I've come here to see
Marguerite.

To tell her that much
as I loved her once

my love is now only for my wife.

What kind of love can that be?

Something manufactured
out of your sense of duty?

It would be an unhappy world

if the only kind of love
was the love of you.

And suppose I didn't love you
when I married you?

You weren't a very
lovable person then!

I didn't want to love you,
I didn't try to.

But something great
and wonderful was born

out of our relationship.

Our accommodating ourselves
to each other's failings

and learning to know
each other's virtues.

Well, this is far more
worth having

than any other love
I can think of.

Marianne, don't you see?

It was no slip of the pen
that brought you to me?

It was something
far greater than us!

Something beyond my control.

Why, I do love you, Marianne.

Now that I know how much

a whole new life is ahead of us!

Come with me to Marguerite so
that I can tell her the truth.

And so that you know that I...

I only want you!

William!

This love of yours.

This love that grew
out of our marriage?

Has it all the warmth and glory?

All the passion?
Tenderness?

Everything that you once wanted
love to be to you?

More than I ever dreamed of!

And now, with,
with absolute truth between us

it will be as perfect love
as there can be on this Earth.

Oh!

Oh, William!

William, I'm so proud of you.

Go now, my children.

And be invested in the habit

of the congregation
of the Sisters of St. Peter.

May the blessing
of Almighty God

the Father, the Son
and the Holy Ghost

descend upon you
and remain forever.

Amen.