All language subtitles for Emily.of.New.Moon.S04E05.1080p.WEBRIP-Hallmark

Pirates:
(Low hum of chatter)

Pirate:
Bring me the map.

Emily:
There he is.

The dreaded picaroon,
two-eyed Jack,

also known as
captain no beard.

He has no beard

because he's too green
to grow one.

Look at him swash
and buckle.

You're just jealous
because he's mine.

If he's really yours,

then why are you here
and he's there?

Emily:
Don't you know anything
about melodrama?

The endless anticipation.

Having your hopes dashed
again and again

like waves on the shore.

That is true romance.

Two-eyed Jack:
It's good!

Jackpot!

'Tis the treasure
we've been looking for lads!

(Treasure clinks
and clatters)

Ilse:
Any blockhead can see

that he's more interested
in gold doubloons

and pieces of eight

than a hopeless romance
with you.

You're wrong.

One look at me

and he'll forget all about
his picaroon boodle.

Get away!
Give me some space!

Yoo-hoo!
Oh, two-eyed!

Pirates:
(Confused murmurs)

Two-eyed Jack:
(Laughs) What do we have here?

That's a fine-looking wench.

Pirates:
(Excited chatter)

Pirate:
Oy there, jackboot!
Get back you!

(Chickens cluck)

Ilse?

Did you hear that?

(Ilse snores,
door squeaks open)

Jimmy, what's wrong?
What, what happened?

Jimmy:
Oh, would you look at this.

Foxes got in here
and got all my chickens.

There some quick,
I tell you.

Jack's got them there.
He got 'em.

What're you gonna do
with them?

Jimmy, where's the gun?
Get the gun.

Jimmy:
Gun? (Mumbles)

Foxes just killed
your chickens, Jimmy.

I ate a chicken
for Sunday dinner.

I shoot myself now, too?

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Is this really necessary?

Teddy:
Absolutely.

I swear,
I won't peek.

Oh, I don't trust you.

Likewise.

Well, what are you
worried about?

That?

Exactly that.

Now, I promise
I won't do it again.

(Frustrated grunt)

I'll get you,
Teddy Kent!

Oh, but you're to slow.

Hurry up.

What's all this?

Oh, I made do
with what I had.

I couldn't possibly fix it up
the way I wanted to,

the way I'll fix it up
when I sell my paintings.

Over here,
this is the kitchen,

with all the latest gadgets
from the catalogue -

and indoor plumbing.

Uh... and over here,

this is our bedroom.

I love the way that sounds,
"our bedroom."

Emily:
What?

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

Here, have a seat
in our parlour.

Why are you doing this?

Well, don't you see?

I'm gonna spruce up
the disappointed house

for us to live in.

Fix it up to be the home
of our dreams.

Like the two young lovers
who built it.

But theirs was a terrible,
tragic love gone wrong.

But that's not gonna
happen to us.

How do you know?

They both died
of broken hearts.

But their hope is still alive
in this house.

No, Teddy.

I don't wanna live with you
in a house

built on someone else's
broken dreams.

Is that really true,
Emily?

Or is it you don't wanna live
in a house with me?

You are gonna
let these foxes go,

aren't you, Jimmy?

Where they gonna go to?

Kill another farmer's chickens?

They'll get themselves killed.

Well, we...

We certainly can't afford
to keep them as pets.

Just the cost of feeding them.

We can barely
look after ourselves.

(Exhales heavily)

Oh, Jimmy Murray,

you look like you have
the weight of the world

on your shoulders.

I got...

You and that baby of yours
on this shoulder.

Then I got, Emily,
she gotta go to high school.

Yup, school is there too.

Well, that leaves
one whole shoulder unburdened.

Then I got Ian bowles.

He wants to take new moon

away from us.

And then I got your solicitor.

Your divorce.

Well, now...
Jack's gonna help us out.

Of course,
we'll have to pay him back,

but I have an appointment
with Mr. Pride today.

Doctor told you to rest.

Oh, but I feel
so much better now.

Well...

I even seem to have
my appetite back.

You're eating for two,

and we got no eggs

and we got no chickens.

Fox took them.

So we can't sell them.

(Exasperated exhale)
All our problems

always seem to come down
to dollars and cents.

Well,
I don't see many dollars.

Can't make much sense
how to get any.

Can you?

No.

(Sighs heavily)

Oh, good day to you,
miss Stuart.

Miss strang.

You're both looking
lovely today.

Rhoda:
(Giggles) Thank you.

Jenny:
False flattery

will get you nowhere.

Who said it was false?

Jack:
My mission was to collect
the mail,

but my head is reeling
with visions of beauty.

(Chuckles)
Jack...

I have the urge
to spirit you away

in my golden coach.

In that old thing?

Surely, Mortimer haszard's son
can afford a motorcar.

Hmm...
Which reminds me,

I was planning to deliver this
personally this afternoon,

since new moon is on the way
to the treasure house.

Ah, a letter from pater.

Aren't you dying
to know

why rhoda is going
to the treasure house?

The question on everyone's lips.

I have an interview to clerk
at the fox breeders association.

That's fascinating.

Jenny:
Hmm... what's that?

Jack:
It's a legal letter
from my father

stating his intention
to disinherit me.

(Chuckles)

The next thing you know
he'll disown me, too.

Now what was that
you were saying about foxes?

Save your breath.

Beggar bum.

I'll be late
for my interview.

Jimmy:
A fox is a fox.

Well, the red ones
are worth about a dollar.

Jimmy:
Uh-huh.

But guess how much
the black ones are worth?

Don't know...
About a dollar?

$100 dollars.

Why, Mr. Hennessey,
up in alberton,

got over $1800 dollars
for a silver fox.

I never seen a silver fox.

Jack:
It's because they just
started breeding them.

Caught a couple of wild ones,
like we've got here,

the next thing you know,

they're making money
hand over fist.

I mean,
it's a gold mine.

Silver mine.

I'm not interested.

Jack:
Well, I sure am.

I mean now's the time
to get into the fox business.

We gotta strike
while the iron's hot.

Ladies, London and Paris,
love fox furs.

Have a look.

You ever see
those big fancy homes

going up in summerside?

I already got a place
to live.

All you need
is a breeding pair.

You ever wondered
if they're breeders?

Maybe we could just
turn them upside down

and... have a look?

Jimmy:
Sunny-side up.

You don't know much
about fox, do you?

Well, that's the point,
I wanna learn everything.

Jimmy:
Well, if you want to know
if they're male or female,

just pick them up by the tail.

But remember my chickens.

Mmm! What is this?

Fox stew.

That's what you did
with the foxes?

You made stew
out of them?
T they eat.

We have to feed them.

At least, until Jimmy decides
what he's gonna do with them.

Johnny cake,
biscuits,

meat and fish heads.

Come on, ilse,
I tasted it.

Except for the fish heads,
it's not that disgusting.

Your mouth is probably
still numb

from kissing Teddy Kent.

You were spying on us?

Your pie in the sky schemes

about turning
the disappointed house

into a love nest.

(Scoffs)
I can't believe you.

That is the most lowdown,
dirty, rotten thing!

(Frustrated grunt)

Come back here, ilse!
(Ilse screams)

Ilse burnley,

your gonna to burn in hell
for your treachery!

Emily, please,
slow down.

Oh, that ilse burnley.

Sometimes she makes me
so angry.

The way you two carry on -

one day you're all grown up

and the next,
you're silly as a goose.

(Sighs)
Being me is suddenly
terribly confusing.

Part of me longs
for Teddy Kent,

but the other part,
well...

Emily, please.

Emily:
Well, he's nice,
he's just so predictable.

I have an appointment.

Oh, well, I'll go with you.

No, no, it's all right,
Jack's offered to go.

Jack. Well, he's a whole
other ball of wax.

Well, they're very nice boys
for you to have as friends.

That's just the problem.

Teddy's too nice
and far too serious.

Electric lights
and indoor plumbing...

When he talks like that
I can barely breathe.

Are you cooking something?
What is that sickening smell?

Emily:
My fish heads!

(Frustrated sigh)

The petition to parliament
for the act of divorce.

That's correct.

Now, I have heard from
your husband's solicitor,

Mr. Mortimer haszard.

Mr. Bowles plans to initiate
custody proceedings

in the supreme court
of prince Edward island.

Oh, that sounds very grave.

Well, Mr. Bowles does have
a presumptive right to custody

as a matter of law.

(Clears throat)
But to bolster his claim,

he is having you declared
indigent and insane.

He's saying that about me?

Mrs. Bowles,
are you addicted to opium?

No, I-I took laudanum,
but many women do.

I haven't in a very long time.

Mr. Cornelius pride:
Now, understand these are just
your husband's claims.

He can do nothing
until the child is born.

But what he's saying about me,
they're all lies.

I don't know why
he's telling you all this.

If I could just speak with him.

Maybe it's all
a misunderstanding?

Yes, well...

Now, in the matter
of your account.

Oh, well, i-1 thought...

Jack:
Uh, it's not going
to be a problem.

You have my word on that.

Not good enough,
I'm afraid.

Well, handshake then.

Mr. Haszard, I only agreed
to represent Mrs. Bowles

in this highly unusual action

because of the reputation
of your family

in this community.

However...

I understand.

I'm sitting on a business
venture right now.

I can't go into details

because I don't want
to jinx it.

Suffice it to say,
Mr. Pride,

you'll have your money.

Trust me.

Emily:
Cousin Jimmy,
come quick.

Something's wrong
with one of the foxes!

What? What's wrong?

I don't know,
it won't eat.

Won't eat?

No.

Jimmy:
It's a she.

She's not hungry.

She keeps circling
and digging and panting.

I'm afraid
she's going to die.

She's making a nest.

That's so tragic.

First she makes a nest
and then she expires.

Isn't there anything
we can do?

Leave her alone.

She likes to be left alone
when she's birthing.

Birthing?

Five of the cutest
little pups.

What? What colour?

The last thing in the world
we need - more foxes.

Black.

All five?

Jimmy:
Well, we got seven now.

Jack:
What colour?

Uh, six black
and, uh...

One silver.

One silver?

Do you know what this means?

It couldn't be better,
we're in business.

I can't believe it.

(Crickets chirp)

Jack:
We're gonna be rich.
You know that, don't you?

Another man would have
shot those foxes

after what they did
to his chickens;

you let them live,

and there's a reason for it.

It's called new moon,

and Emily,

and Laura,

and all the people
that depend on you.

We'll be partners.

50-50.

(Jimmy grunts)

Jack:
I mean...

What a better time.

You can pay off
all your debts,

you can send Emily
to high school,

and all you have to do
is what you do best.

Look after the foxes.

I'll handle everything else.

Go to bed.

Isn't that what
they tell you in church?

"Live right
and you shall be rewarded."

These foxes are the answers
to our prayers.

Glad you think so.

Wherever the chatelaine
of castles went,

she wore a velvet
brocade cape.

The air was rich
with her heady perfume.

Aunt Laura:
Perfume?
Ugh, please, Emily.

Emily:
Well, you'll have to get used
to wearing perfume, aunt Laura.

Jimmy:
You made it. Good.

And what's this?

Aunt Laura:
You put that China down,
you're not using that.

$1800 dollars
for one just like him

at the London fur show.

Cash on the barrelhead.

That's enough to buy new moon
a million times over.

Oh, well,
that's hard to believe.

These tiny little foxes.

I mean, if it's true,
all our money troubles, Jimmy.

Jimmy:
Yeah.

Jacks says they're gone.

You want proof?
I'm gonna prove it to you.

N-No, it's not that
I doubt your word,

but...

Jack wants to be partners.

That's wonderful.

Jack:
Jimmy and I, we're going
to the treasure house -

the fox breeders association -

gonna learn everything
there is to know about foxes.

Come along,
see for yourself.

The treasure house?

No, I, uh...
I couldn't go there.

I'll go if you'll go.

Jimmy,

I-I don't think so.

Oh, Laura, why not?

Well, it's time we started
holding our heads up.

We're rich people.

Rich people?
Yeah.

Oh, imagine the Murray's
as rich people.

(Emily and Jack giggle)

Jimmy:
So, what do we have
to worry about?

We could just, uh...
Go out for a stroll.

Or tea.

You know, you're rich too,
Emily starr.

I don't feel any different.

May I have this dance?

What are you talking about?
There's no music.

Jack:
There's an entire orchestra.

I just hired them.

That's what's hurting
my ears.

I like you,
Jack haszard.

Does that sound
terribly bold?

Jack:
Comes with the territory.

There are plenty of girls
who like a fellow

just for his money.

Well,
I'm not one of them.

If I thought for a moment
that you were,

I wouldn't be doing this.

Or this.

Ilse:
Why didn't you slap him?

I should have.

You didn't slap him
because you liked it.

Almost as good
as Teddy Kent?

(Jack chuckles)

What am I going
to do now?

Well, it's not like you have
to choose between them.

Of course I do.

Teddy Kent has pledged
his love to me.

It's not fair
to string him along.

If I were you
I'd string them both along.

You can afford it.

Emily:
Ilse, wait!

I couldn't do that.

Could I?

We'll take real good care
of him.

Ilse:
Does he have a name?

The mother's name
is Alma,

named after my mother.

Do you remember
your mother?

Not very well.

No, she died when
I was pretty young.

Did you name
the babies too?

Uh...

So you, you promise
to look after them?

You don't have to worry.

Well, I do,
it's a big responsibility.

I can trust you.

(Snort of laughter)

Jimmy:
Put that on when you feed 'em.

That's what I always wear,
so they'll know you.

Oh, they'll think
that I'm you.

No, you wouldn't want that.

Emily:
Jimmy, you don't have to go,
if you don't want to.

Jimmy:
Yeah.

Emily:
Aunt Laura,
you've changed your mind.

Aunt Laura:
I have to speak to Ian
about the baby.

I was hoping that if we didn't
go through a lawyer,

we might reach
an understanding.

(Wagon rattles along,
low hum of chatter)

Buyer:
Top quality, this one.

Bright silver colour
without a hint of rust.

Margaux lavoie:
What are you doing?
You can't come in here.

Buyer:
Put Mr. McCoy down for 2 pelts
at $700 dollars a piece.

Sir, can I serve you
anything?

We have a right to be here.

We-we breed foxes.

Uh, Jimmy,
bring her the fox.

Rhoda
now that's a sight
to frost your eyeballs.

Margaux lavoie:
Oh, don't be ignorant,

this is a private association.

Private asso...
(Stammering)

Jimmy, let me do
the talking.

I'm afraid
you'll have to leave.

Wait!
You don't understand.

We're fox breeders.
We're here to conduct business.

Buyer:
These men breed foxes,
they're welcome to join us.

Jack:
(Smug laugh)
There. You see?

Margaux lavoie:
Well, at the very least,
take that animal away.

Jack:
We did it, partner, we're in.
Now you take care of the fox.

By the time you get back,
I'll have everything pegged.

Jimmy:
Yeah.

Well,
it's your lucky day.

I expect this type
of gaucherie

from that buffoon,

but you coming here?

If it's not too
inconvenient,

I'd like to speak
with my husband.

Ian is in Ottawa
meeting with his investors.

Perhaps I can help?

Really, miss lavoie,
it's none of your concern.

But when your baby
is taken from your home

by court order...

Well, I think you'll live
to regret those words.

Miss lavoie.

(Murmur of chatter)

Excuse me there, sir.
I'm Jack haszard.

Mortimer haszard's son.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Haszard?

Well I happen to have
a silver fox,

finer than anything
on these table.

Buyer
if that's the case,
Mr. Haszard,

you're looking at over
a thousand dollars.

You'll be a wealthy man
in your own right.

Actually, it's myself

and my partner, Mr. Murray,
who'll be rich.

(Scoffs) The Murrays, rich?
Now that's a load of poop.

Pardon me, won't you?

Rhoda Stuart,

that tongue of yours
can blister a stone.

Well,
the last thing I heard,

your father cut you off
without a cent.

Fortunes change.

We have a fine litter of prime
quality foxes up at new moon.

One is as silver
as the purest sterling.

Well, it didn't take you long,
did it?

To get back on your feet,
I mean.

You rich fellas,

you just seem to have
the knack.

The knack to know when a girl's
after them for their money.

What's that supposed
to mean?

It means, rhoda,

when you thought
I was a pauper,

you wouldn't give me
the time of day.

There is only one solution
to your custody situation.

No, thank you.

I believe you know
what it is.

No, I...
I-I don't know.

You must leave the island
immediately.

You can't afford to wait
until Ian acts.

Leave?

Why would I do that?

There's Emily
and Jimmy.

And they are more important
than your own child?

Oh, if I could just
speak with Ian.

You see, m-my family's
circumstances have changed.

I can afford to look
after the baby now.

I'll never ask him
for anything.

He doesn't care
about the money;

it's a matter of pride
for him.

Pride?

My solicitor told me...

Ian's having me
declared insane.

It will get worse.

The moment your baby
is born,

it will be ripped
from your breast

and bundled off to me.

It will grow up
calling me mother.

No.

Ian will see to that.

It's true he kissed me first,

but then I kissed him back.

What are you
telling me?

The truth.

Exactly what happened.

Are you saying this
to hurt me?

Because it does.

I want to be honest.

Especially since
you've spoken of the future

and marriage.

And I'll love...

And promise to look
after you forever.

That's just the thing,
Teddy.

I don't need looking after.

Can I help you, sir?

No, I'm just looking 'round.

Buyer:
At the pelts?

The highest quality.

Jimmy:
Where's the rest of them?

Excuse me, sir?

Where's the rest of him?

Well, sir, sooner or later,
you gotta pelt them

if you wanna make a buck.

Jimmy:
I can't.

Don't wanna make
a buck that bad.

Dead,

screaming,

bleeding,

naked little foxes

running all over
prince Edward island.

Where's Laura?

Laura!

She just left.

No, she-she didn't,
she couldn't, I...

She did, in the most
discourteous way.

Now it's time for you
to leave.

Laura!

Laura!

(Pained breath)

(Pained breath)

(Weak moan)

(Moaning)

(Pained moans)

(Carriage rattles along)

Jimmy:
Where's Laura?

Don't know why
she left like that.

Jack:
Did you see how much money
they were making

for those foxes?

Jimmy:
I don't wanna hear
anything more about foxes!

Where's Laura?

Oh... ho ho-ho!

Laura?!

Laura!

Laura.

Jimmy.

What happened?

I fell.
(Moaning weakly)

Emily:
I don't understand,
where are they?

Your aunt Laura said
to tell you not to worry.

Emily:
Of course she said that!

Ilse:
What else would she say?

Jack:
Well, Jimmy took her

to prince Edward island
hospital.

Ilse: Hospital?!
Emily: Oh, this serious.

I have to go
see her.
Me, too.

Wait, Jimmy said to hold up,
stay put.

Well, what happened,
exactly?

Every detail.

Jack:
I don't know.

Well, is the baby...?

I said, I don't know!

Jimmy decided.
The two of them just went.

I walked back.

Well,
why didn't you go?

'Cause I brought
the fox back.

Well, maybe you
could've helped.

Look, we're running
a fox farm here.

It takes hard work,
you know?

They have to be fed
and watered.

Clam up!

Really, Jack.

How could you think about foxes
at a time like this?

Oh, well,
somebody has to.

Somebody has to look after
the damn foxes.

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Aunt Laura:
Jimmy?

Jimmy:
Laura.

You're gonna be
all right.

Aunt Laura:
Oh, Jimmy.

Jimmy:
Yeah.

Aunt Laura:
A hospital?

Jimmy:

Well... seemed like

the right place to take you.

But...

Well, hospitals are so
expensive.

We can't afford that.

I know, but...

Shouldn't worry about that

right now.

It'll work out.

We have the foxes.

We have,
we have the foxes now.

Yeah.

We still got those foxes.

Even though I tried
to sell them for the pelts,

but I kept thinking
about blue bell.

Kill her to make a pair
of shoes out of her.

At least

they used the rest of her.

That little fox...

They steal his coat
and then...

I couldn't do it.

Oh, Jimmy.

It isn't easy to change
what you can't change.

I know, it would have been
nice to make money, but...

I'm gonna have to find
some other way.

Would have been nice
for the baby too.

Yeah,
we still got those foxes.

Jimmy...

You don't have to worry
about the baby any more...

Or speak about it.

Please don't speak
about it.

Rhoda:
Well, what is it?
I'll check.

Teddy:
It's a set of brushes
I ordered a couple weeks ago.

But where did my mother
put them?

Here they are.

Teddy:
Thank you.

I'd like to paint you
one of these days, rhoda.

Rhoda:
I couldn't sit still
long enough.

And besides, I always thought
Emily was your Mona Lisa.

Teddy:
Was...

Now she, uh...

What? Now she what?

She seems to fancy
someone else.

I always said
she was a pickle.

That's fickle.

So, who is she
in love with now?

(Door chimes open)

Jack:
Good morning.

Good morning all.

I'd like to post a letter.

Rhoda:
Three pennies.

Your change.

Jack:
Keep it.

Buy something nice
for yourself,

to make up for the other day.

I don't accept gifts
from the likes of you.

Well, I was wrong about you,
rhoda Stuart.

Here I thought you just
loved me for my money.

Loved him?
I don't understand.

He'll say anything.
Who takes him seriously?

Emily.

They say money
changes people.

I think it's true.

Ilse:
Look at Jack haszard.

Actually,
I was thinking of myself.

What I did to Teddy Kent.

He'll never speak
to me again.

I'm afraid
I broke his heart.

(Huffs) If you were rich,

you could hire people
to do it for you.

That's not funny.

Ilse:
You know what I think's
completely crackers?

Jimmy Murray,

who couldn't bear
to squish an ant,

is one day gonna skin
this little fellow.

Isn't that just enough
to make you puke?

Emily:
Cousin Jimmy?

Aunt Laura?

Aunt Laura, are you all right?
What happened?

Jimmy:
All right.

Ilse:
Were you really
in a hospital?

Emily:
Oh, aunt Laura.

Aunt Laura:
I'm fine.

(Fire crackles)

I made some COD
casserole.

Cousin Jimmy was ravenous.

Would you like
a piece?

Don't worry,

I left the fish heads out
this time.

Aunt Laura?

What really happened to you?

It was just a clumsy fall,

I-I didn't look
where I was going.

Emily:
Jack said that...

Emily, would you get
my hair brush, please?

Aunt Laura,
is the baby all right?

Emily, please,
just the brush.

Jack:
Jimmy, I'm trying
to talk to you!

Please, just listen to me!

Jimmy:
We're not talking
about foxes.

What're they going on
about?

Jack:
You don't know
what's at stake here.

I made up my mind.

This isn't just
your decision.

We're partners.

Mmm...

And this money
is for your family.

Emily:
What are you two doing?
Aunt Laura's trying to rest.

We're sitting on
a bloody fortune

and this moron-

Emily:
Don't you dare call him that!

What do you call a guy
who's ready to throw away

an entire empire,

just because he's too...
Chicken-livered

to skin a couple foxes?

Jimmy loves those foxes.

And some people think love
is more important than money.

And some people are too stupid
to think at all.

He wouldn't know a sure thing
if it hit him on the head!

(Door slams shut)

(Carriage rattles)

Emily:
What is she doing here?

I had to enquire after you,
Laura.

After our conversation
the other day,

you did seem to leave
rather abruptly.

I hope it was nothing
I said.

Well, I'm just relieved
to see you seem well.

Why wouldn't she?

Margaux:
I have a dear friend
on the ladies auxiliary

at the hospital.

I'm just happy to see
that you're home

and on your feet again
so soon.

What's wrong
with her feet?

Nothing.
Everything's fine.

Thank you for your concern.

Aunt Laura,
she's not concerned.

She probably came here
hoping to find you lying dead

in a box.

Aunt Laura?
(Door shuts)

You stupid girl,
don't you know?

Know what?

She's lost her baby.

How dare you say that!

You lying, spiteful viper!

Open your eyes
and take a good look,

you'll see that I'm right.

(Carriage rattles away)

(Heavy breaths)

(Jimmy grunts)

Cousin Jimmy,
we have to do something.

When a baby's born
and it dies,

there's a funeral
and everybody mourns.

Jimmy:
Yeah,

aunt Nancy comes from

priest pond,

aunt Caroline bakes a cake.

Emily:
But with a miscarriage...

Yeah.

Nothing to Bury,
like nothing happened.

But that's wrong, Jimmy,
something did happen

and we should
all cry about it

or at least talk
about it.

I don't think she wants
to talk about it right now.

But, Jimmy,
it's on her mind.

You can see it
when you look in her eyes.

Ilse:
Jack, what are you doing?

Nothing.
Just fox stuff.

Jimmy said the pups aren't old
enough to leave their mother.

Jim wouldn't know up from down
when it comes to fox farming.

Wait a minute,
you're stealing.

I'm taking what belongs to me
and that's all.

Jimmy:
No. You're not.
You put her down.

Now be reasonable,
we agreed to be partners.

Jimmy:
No we didn't!
You did, I didn't!

Jimmy, listen to me,

I have obligations,
I have to pay a solicitor.

You know how it would look
if I didn't?

My father would have
a good laugh.

Jimmy:
Well, that's your problem,
not mine.

I'm doing this for you
and your family.

I'm glad you think so.

Now, it's time for you
to leave.

Emily:
Jimmy!

You know what?
You're right.

All the silver foxes
in the world

couldn't rival with
what you've got here.

I got carried away,
so I'll be going.

But one day I'll be back.

And I'll wager...

You'll be happy as hell
to see me.

Blondie, Emily,

you're a couple of sweethearts.

Ilse:
You dumped your true love
like a load of mussel mud

because of Jack.

You actually expect me
to believe

you don't even care
he's gone?

I know this may sound
strange to you, ilse,

but I have other,
more important things on my mind

than Jack haszard.

Where did he go?

Straight to hell.

Ilse, please!

How could he,
at the worst time ever,

choose money over family
and friends?

I always liked Jack.
He was a great help.

Well, you mustn't worry,
aunt Laura.

We'll find another way
to pay the solicitor.

None of that matters
anymore.

Of course it does.

Just because you lost
your baby,

doesn't mean you can't go
through with the divorce?

Did I say something wrong?

Some things are best
left unmentioned.

Some things?

It's more like everything.

She lost her baby
and now nobody says a word.

Nobody knows what to say.

Like, "goodbye, sweet baby
or good night."

Or "I'll miss you."

Did I ever tell you

how much I was looking forward
to this baby?

It would have been like
having a little brother

or a sister.

Please don't mention it.

I was thinking
the same thing myself.

I think it's time

people started mentioning
their unmentionables.

Ode to the cousin
I never met.

No.

Letter to an unborn baby.

A sonnet to a baby yet unborn,
but not unimagined.

(Footsteps approach)

Who's there?

Emily.

I didn't expect
to see you here.

Emily:
Teddy, wait.

Please.

I don't think we have
much to say.

What are you doing here?

Well, I kept thinking
about those silly drawings

I made of our house.

They're ridiculous plans
and I came to take them down.

In the middle of the night?

Teddy:
Couldn't sleep.

Embarrassing...

To think of what
a lovesick fool I was.

Life is supposed to be a lark
when you're young.

I'm far too serious.

Emily:
Well, that's what I love
about you.

Love?

That you're soft-hearted
and deep-feeling;

that we can talk about anything
and everything.

That's because we're friends.

I don't wanna lose
your friendship

over something as silly
as a kiss

that meant nothing.

Nothing worth losing
a friendship over.

I heard about
your aunt Laura.

What do you say

when something
like that happens?

For once...

I actually think words

aren't enough.

"Letter to an unborn baby."

Maybe I can help.

Nothing like an early morning
stroll to lift your spirits.

Emily, I have so many chores
that need finishing.

Aunt Laura,
chores can wait.

What's all this?

I don't want
to be here.

It isn't fair

that you brought me here,
Emily.

Aunt Laura, this is where
all the people

we've loved and lost
are buried.

Archibald Murray,
Mary shipley,

your father
and your brother.

No.

Aunt Laura, please,

just look at what
Teddy and I have made;

it's for your baby.

Ilse:
You can always come here
and remember.

Teddy:
Emily and I, we...

We wanted to make sure that
your baby's never forgotten.

Emily:
And when we're all gone
and buried

in this very place,

these stones will be an eternal
remembrance for your baby.

There never was a baby.

It was never born;

it never died.

There was a baby,
Laura.

The baby died.

Jimmy,
aunt Laura's just upset,

she doesn't mean anything
by what she says.

Baby is not an "it,"
Laura.

It's a he or she.

It's a boy or girl.

It never had a chance.

It never even took
a breath.

It... he never lived.

(Sobbing)

Emily, read your letter.

Dear baby cousin,

excuse me for being so bold.

Here I am, writing to you
as if we were friends,

yet we've never met,

and we're not destined to meet.

At least, not in this world.

For a time,
we were hopeful.

Just thinking of you
made us happy.

Now you are gone
from us forever,

and although we are sad,

we think of what you brought
into our life -

hope.

Hope for the future

and we cling to that.

(Aunt Laura sobs)

Jimmy:
There... you cry, Laura.

You cry.

You're all right.

Emily, look!

Aunt Laura! Oof!

Come quick. Jimmy's leaving
with the foxes.

Aunt Laura:
Emily, ilse, you pick those up
and they better not be broken.

Emily:
Oh, in a minute.

Emily!

Emily:
Aunt Laura!

Aunt Laura:
Emily, ilse,
come back here!

Ilse:
It's just pumpkins.

Emily:
And it's our last chance
to see Alma and her babies.

Aunt Laura:
Do as you please,
you always do.

Giddy up,
Charlotte.

Emily:
Emily Dickinson wrote,

"that hope is the thing
with feathers,

that perches in the soul

and sings the tunes
without the words

and never stops at all."

The Murray family had hoped
for a new life.

We had hoped for riches
beyond our wildest dreams.

And what could be more hopeful
than what cousin Jimmy did

when he set the foxes free?

Choosing Liberty over dollars,

life over death.

♪♪

And aunt Laura's heart
could have gone as cold

as the stones
in the Murray cemetery.

She lost a child,

but hope still perched
in her soul,

like a song carried on the wind
that goes on and on forever,

never stopping at all.