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Yes

That's almost good.

Am I fit to be seen by your horses, Uncle?

See what they think

Off you go

Sit down. Have some more wine.

Thank you.

Very kind.

I thought you might like some gingerbread, Miss

Lovely.

It was always your favourite.

I don't want you to think I'm criticising.

I know you've got an awful lot to do.

Can we have a fire in here, like we used to?

Cheer this place up.

It's very warm in the kitchen, Miss.

Yes.

I told you I want to use this room, too.

Of course.

I'll get Fowler to see to it.

Mary?

I'm not trying to interfere.

You've got to expect changes.

I don't know what you mean, Miss.

How could you be interfering?

It's your house now, after all.

Since she's been to London, that's what it is.

That and her money.

No doubt.

All that money at her age. Of course it affects her.

We are not good enough for her anymore.

Well, that suits me.

Who knows? I might even be flying the channel by then. Come on.

Oh-ah.

(Speaking French)

Just what the place needed a few years ago.

What was?

New blood.

Something to pull the place together.

Pity it's too late.

Oh, well, I suppose we shall have to put up with it.

It keeps her mind off other things.

Mary!

I suppose it will.

Fowler!

And when you've done them, there's these cracks on the ceiling in here.

And the walls need cleaning.

Ah.

And in these funny patches,

they look wet to me.

They're damp. That's all the cold weather.

Really? Remarkable.

Perhaps if we kept a fire in here, then the damp wouldn't have happened?

If we'd had the money, perhaps we...

I'm sorry. I know.

But, we have the money now.

That's all that matters.

Any problems?

Good.

Ah, just the one.

When I done the hole and I done the walls and I done the ceiling,

What would you like me to do after that, Ma'am?

Start on the decorating.

It's so gloomy.

I can't possibly work in here.

Work?

Well, the house doesn't run itself, that's obvious.

Oh, that's not a woman's work, paying bills.

Well, Fowler's done all that since Mr Russell died.

Fowler will have other things to do.

I'm afraid I feel rather tired.

I think it must be all this interfering.

Oh, Edith went a bit funny when she was expecting Albert.

Kept scrubbing the floor.

I'm tired to think of it.

She'll come to her senses.

Finished already?

I can't do that job that...that plastering work

Then get a plasterer.

Where? They're all away fighting.

I'm sure you'll manage, somehow.

And another thing, I won't be able to work up there.

Paintin' or plastering.

Anything above horseback height, I'm proper bundle of nerves.

So, what do you suggest?

What we need is a builder.

And all the builders are fighting, too?

I know just the old boy.

Well, get him.

Right

You should be getting to bed.

Ten hours sleep, at least, you need.

Old wives tales. I've never felt so energetic.

Huh.

Making something for the baby, are you?

It'd have to be a very big baby.

for the windows.

Oh.

That's from Mr. William's room...

I know it's from William's room.

We won't be using it, will we?

I thought perhaps the baby...

Nobody's going to use William's room.

Sorry, Mary.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Perfectly all right.

You haven't been to Flambards before, Mr. Dobson, have ya?

No.

A treat in store for you.

You play cards right...

A job for life there, I reckon.

Go on, Peppers.

They part of Flambards, is it?

No, that's the old farmhouse. Don't use that much now. See that.

Solid bits of work, then.

Wonder what it's like inside?

Don't talk like that.

Especially in front of Miss Christina.

She'll have us tearing it down brick by brick before you can say "how long is it?"

Like that, is she?

Mr Dobson...Mr Dobson.

Up ya go, Mr Dobson.

Fowler

You can't let him go up there on his own.

Oh, that's all right. He...he likes to feel useful.

Very proud.

He's not as old as he looks.

He can't be.

You all right, Mr Dobson?

All right?

Yes.

Yeah.

Happy as a pig in the sty.

And what's your part in this?

I hold the ladder.

Well, when he's ready.

Get down, Christina.

If Mr Dobson can climb up 80 ft ladders, I can stand on very small tables.

Get down at once or I'll come and get you down.

You wouldn't dare.

All right?

Oh, I wish you wouldn't keep treating me like a...like a child.

I wish you'd stop behaving like one.

I'll get them down later.

Wearing dresses like this.

Not in your condition.

But I like them.

You look silly.

You're too big for them.

I am not too big for them. They're too small for me.

Oh, that's right.

That way we'll get it done in no time.

Pretend it's a horse.

Beautiful old building, eh?...Beautiful.

How about give us a bit of a hand out here, Mr Dobson?

You only asked me to do the inside.

I wasn't in a hurry, no hurry.

You take time.

You don't what a builder.

You want a gang of labourers.

Well, if it's a question of money, Mr Dobson...

No, thanks.

Enjoy yourself, Mr Fowler.

Ungrateful little old...

Much better.

Thanks...Right.

Well, if you just follow me.

You've worked very hard.

Now we'll have to get the rest of the house as smart as this.

Oh, not right away, of course.

What happened to Mr Dobson?

He's all right, isn't he?

Oh, yes, yes. He had another job to go to.

Very busy man. Mr. Dobson.

He haven't stopped working since the war started.

Do you like the desk, Miss?

Yes.

I can run the house.

And work the farm from here.

But it's sensible.

What's the point in all that land going to waste?

We could be growing wheat.

Barley.

Hay for the horses.

Eventually, it could even pay for itself.

Flambards pay for itself?

Yes.

Well, farms do you know, that's why people run them.

Well, that's not what we run, Flambards, is it Pepper?

Flambards never paid for itself.

Not even when Master Russell was in his prime.

Well, maybe if Mr Russell had spent more time

ploughing his field instead of chasing foxes,

it might have done.

If you please yourself, what you do, Miss?

Are you going to say your willing?

If you think I'm going to start pushing a plow at my time of life

Well,

I'll leave tomorrow.

Yeah, beautiful boy.

Boy.

I know how you feel.

It's only natural.

Ones always change things

Forget the past?

Well, I can't forget it.

I'm part of it.

I know it can't be done overnight.

Maybe it can't be done at all. I just thought...

I'll see if I get someone in the village, give us a hand, 'morrow.

Would you?

Probably have one leg and no brains.

Still, beggars can't be choosers.

Would you help me choose some horses?

Pepper not good enough for you now?

Yes.

Yes, Pepper's very nice.

I want a proper horse. A horse I can really ride.

Remember, like Gold Willow.

Of course, they're not as easy to come by, of course.

I like Treasure.

Course they are (together) all out fighting.

Now...

if we got a bit of money,

Surprising what you can do with a bit of money.

Do you call 500 a bit?

Oh, that's a might bit.

And not a penny more.

And I want a horse for every box.

Can't have Flambards without the horses.

Well, I'll see what we can do.

I think there's an auction next week at ...

Out of my kitchen.

I...I didn't want to disturb you, Miss, but

There's two lads outside, say they've been sent to see you.

Um,

I'll get rid of them. Nasty looking types.

No...send them in.

So

You're?

I'm Stanley.

And he's Harry.

Doesn't he speak for himself?

No, not really.

Have we got the job then?

Huh.

I've got no choice.

Where's the other one?

I don't know.

Whenever I want him, he's never here.

I'll find him.

No, Harry,

Oh, not that way.

Look, I'll show you.

Christina!

Hurry!

What is it?

You do what this baby, do you?

Because, frankly, Christina, you're not going the best way about it.

Now, don't get alarmed.

You're not in any danger. Not yet.

But you mustn't try and do too much.

Take life at a more sedate pace for a time.

Sedate?

That's what I said.

That's an old lady's word.

Also very suitable for someone in your condition.

William's death's upset you more than you realise.

Many people collapse from grief.

But, you cope very well.

You fought against it,

taking on new responsibilities.

Admirable.

But you've exhausted yourself in the process.

So what do you prescribe, Doctor?

Rest. Plenty of rest, that's all.

Stay in bed for a fortnight.

All right, I'll let myself out, Mary.

You do want this baby, don't you?

Of course I do.

It's William's baby.

I want it more than anything else in the world.

I don't want everything that goes with it.

I don't want to be fat and tired and unable to cope with things.

I don't want to be sedate.

That's good.

It's ridiculous. I'm perfectly all right.

Rest. That's what he said.

I'm tired of resting.

I've been in bed a week and you should be in bed now.

See?

They just needed someone to show them how to do it.

Fowler did most of it.

Fowler?

Real workers, they are.

They're good farm horses.

I thought he was going to buy a horse for me.

There's a war on, remember?

How was that?

She's a might jumpy.

They come cheaper that way.

She's beautiful.

That's more like Flambards, eh?

When can I ride her?

After the baby's born.

That's a good...

I think I could grow to like being a rich and powerful landowner.

The only trouble is

I don't think William would have approved.

What, you being a female?

Me owning all this land.

Other people have nothing at all.

Ooh, why not?

It isn't fair,

Oh.

I don't think you need to worry about that.

I don't recommend people envy you owning land like this.

It's got a lot of potential, though.

Potential.

That must be the little old word I was looking for.

How many men would it take to make this land workable?

A damn sight more than Harry, Stanley and me.

Could we get to harvest?

Gotta plant something first.

Well, then?

But the only harvest we've ever had round here is good old proper nettles.

It would give us something to aim for.

Look at those two.

They're bored. They can't see the point in what they're doing.

I've explained to him 100 times.

Can't use the horses 'til we get machinery repaired.

Not good having horses all cooped up like that.

I know.

I'm going to see the agricultural people about getting prisoners of war.

I'm not having any Huns in my kitchen.

They won't be in your kitchen, they'll be in the field.

Men who killed your own husband. I don't know how you can.

I doubt very much if they'll send the one who killed Will.

I wish Mr Russell was here.

He'd have something to say about it.

I wish Mr Russell were here.

I wish Mark and Will were here.

But they're not, so I have to make all the decisions.

And until you come up with a better idea, that is what I have decided.

Now look what you've done.

I'm sorry, Mary.

It's not just the farming.

It's so empty here.

We need more people.

You'll have one more person soon enough.

Wouldn't you like to see the house full again?

He don't know about full.

But at my age...

Make sure you have plenty of servants

To order around so that you won't have to lift a finger.

I'm not that old.

And he'll need plenty of cousins to grow up with.

How do you know it's a he?

Of course it's a he.

He'll take after William.

Oh, wouldn't it be lovely then?

Cousin, or two, for him to play with.

Just like I had.

Cousins don't grow on trees

Especially Russell ones.

I think I know where we could get one.

Where would you look?

I don't know.

Yes, you do

Violet!

The kitchen maid?

But she's nothing, whatsoever.

Tell you what she is...

She had Mark's child.

Just think

Mark's child growing up with William's.

But you can't just take a child away from its mother.

Then we'll have Violet back as well, then.

Give you that help you wanted in the kitchen.

What?

Oh, I know it's a mad idea.

But if it were possible.

How did I find out where Violet lives?

Miss Christina

I will not work in the same house as Violet.

Fowler?

Oh

Ooh, Not even just a little ride?

I can't...she have my guts for garters.

She's calmed down nicely. They've come along with you.

Come on, Pheasant.

Eh?

It's all right.

I'm only taking him round to the stable.

Fowler?

No, you can't.

No, not that.

Do you remember Violet and Dick?

Best stable boy I ever had.

Do you know what happened to them?

Oh, I don't know. After left here

Well, went a soldier boy, didn't he?

The army would have records of next of kin, wouldn't they?

I suppose so.

Wouldn't you ask Mrs Masters?

Mrs Masters?

Huh.

You mean Amy Master's mother?

Well, she used to visit Dick's mother in the workhouse before she died.

Thank you.

I do hope you find him, Christina.

Thank you.

Are you sure you won't have some more cheese? Some eggs?

I know times are hard.

No, thank you very much, Mrs Masters.

Yes, we are lucky having the boys to help us.

Yes.

Yes, you are, aren't you?

Might have known

She'd end up in London.

That's not London.

It's Dockland.

Nice bit of cheese, though.

You've got plenty of cheese.

They've got plenty of everything, in fact.

No need to give us any, though.

Guilty conscience, I'd call it.

All her son's running her farm for her.

Why aren't they fighting?

They'd be much too busy haymaking and harvesting.

They haven't had time to go and get killed as well.

If you're clever, you don't have to, apparently.

William and Mark were clever.

William and Mark were stupid.

Very stupid. They volunteered to go and get killed.

Put it on.

What?

The hat.

Washing day, is it?

Every day's washing day.

Almost.

The reason I've come, Violet...

You mean it wasn't a social call?

You know I own Flambards, now.

I don't know anything about Flambards.

Not anymore.

That's the best thing that's happened to me since I left there.

Forgot the sugar.

No, please.

It's all right.

Mr. Russell died a few years ago.

And, um,

William and Mark...

Were killed in the war.

William and I were married.

See?

Well, no use crying about it, is there?

My first husband died,

and that's not why you've come in.

Oh, I'll have to see to her.

They're pretty girls.

Them?

They're quiet, at least.

Like their father.

And which one is Mark's?

Oh, I see. You've come to see him, have you?

Him?

I thought that...

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

He's not here.

He's not here?

You mean he doesn't live with you?

Oh, yeah, he lives with us.

At least he sleeps with us.

He spends all his waking hours at the brewery, here.

He likes horses, then?

Likes them.

Nasty great brutes.

Oh, I don't know.

Tizzy?

Tizzy!

You come here.

Tizzy!

Come here.

No.

Don't you speak to me like that.

Now, say hello to your Auntie.

I got no Auntie.

Just...stop.

Come here!

Well...

Now you've seen him.

Think it was worth it?

Violet, I want to take Tizzy back to Flambards.

Back?

To live.

I know It sounds ridiculous.

I'd give him everything he wants.

He'd love it at Flambards.

I'll pay you for him, of course.

I thought 200 pounds.

You want to buy Tizzy for money?

You'll have to ask your husband, of course.

No.

He'd be glad to be rid of him.

I have the full amount.

You haven't changed.

You always did think you could buy us off.

Then it was...half a dozen eggs.

and now it's £200.

I suppose it makes you feel better.

He'd be happier there.

Of course he would.

And not just because he's like his father, either.

What child wouldn't be happier there?

Than here?

Yeah

I'll take it.

We need it.

And you take Tizzy.

If you could get him.

I'll bring him to your house first.

No, I'm not having him back there.

I'll bring his things down.

Excuse me?

This is your Auntie, is it?

I ain't got no Auntie.

I'm Tizzy's Aunt Christina.

Where's me mom?

She, um...

She had to be off.

Would would you like to seat Ma'am?

No, thank you.

I can see why Tizzy likes it here.

I've got a stable, you know.

It's got eight horses in it.

How would you like to come and spend a holiday there?

Can we go now?

Say it, thank you.

Tinks.

I've got my rounds to do.

No,

Not when your Aunts come to see you.

But, I want to go with you.

Not today.

Would you like to know about my horses?

No.

Then I'll tell you all about them.

How big is Pheasant?

Very big.

Bigger than him?

Well, maybe not bigger than him.

Wow, so he's big?

We shall see. Maybe she is.

I'm gonna see Aunt Chrissy's horseys.

Yeah.

And you mind that you behave yourself

Right?

Well,

You got what you came for.

I'll write when everything's settled.

Yeah.

You write to me.

Aunt Chrissy, what are they?

Where?

There.

The cows?

What are cows?

What you get milk from.

We get milk from the milkman.

Shh...quiet.

Aunt Christina, why are you so fat?

I've always been fat.

What sort of a name's Tizzy?

It's my name.

It's short for Thomas.

Thomas Mark

The same stubborn streak, too.

I'm sorry, Mary.

You should have stopped with your Aunt Grace.

I told you it was too much for one day.

You must be tired, too.

I want to see Pheasant.

In the morning.

But, you said...

Now, you do as your Aunt Christina says.

You're not in London, now.

I don't like that woman.

Yes, you do.

You'll be all right.

I don't know.

Mary go to look for you.

Whose room's this?

It's your Uncle Mark's room.

Aunt Christy?

Can I go home when I seen the horses?

We'll see.

Now, go to sleep.

If you want anything, just shout.

Aunt Christy!

I want my sisters.

Oh, we can't let him have his own way all the time.

Ah, it doesn't do any harm once in a while.

How'd you like Benjamin?

Was he big enough for you?

A real Russell.

Whoa.

Right.

I think that's enough for one day.

Some people got other things to do besides sitting horses all day long, you know.

What's in that field?

That's barley.

That's what beer is made from.

I know what beer's made from.

Do you think you could open that gate?

And somebody's supposed to be working in that field.

Can I have a go?

All right, then

What will you do when I'm busy all day?

I look after the horses.

Fowler will like that.

Not with Fowler. He's too old.

You can't do it all by yourself.

I know, I got Uncle Dick to help.

Uncle Dick?

Isn't he in the army?

Course not. He's in London.

Where?

The Red Lion, usually.

Your Uncle Dick used to work here, you know.

Nobody never really works at Flambards.

He told me and Bertie.

Oh, Tizzy.

Do you like it here?

Yeah.

How much?

A lot.

How much is a lot?

(???)

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