All language subtitles for The.Go-Between.2015.EN

This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting

and some scenes of a sexual nature.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

'The past is a foreign country.

'They do things differently there.

'I've spent a good part of my life running away from that country,

'keeping its painful secrets locked away...

'..buried deep.'

Why have you become such a dull dog, when I gave you such a good start?

It was you that let me down.

You flew too close to the sun, you got scorched.

It was you who made me this creature of ashes and cinders.

But you've had 50 years to get over it!

'He was right.

'I have lived in the shadow of the past...

'..afraid it would ruin my life.

'It has.'

HOOVES CLATTER

Master Marcus.

Come on, frogspawn! I'll show you our room.

FOOTMAN COUGHS

Is it bigger than your dirty old cave at home?

Oh...

About the same.

Come on!

BOYS GIGGLE

Father says this is the grandest house in all of Norfolk.

Is your father here?

No. He's stuck in the city for the summer. Making money.

MURMUR OF CONVERSATION

I don't want you boys to get too hot.

Perhaps you should go and get yourself a jolly nice glass of lemonade.

Ah! Marian, my dear.

- Hugh will be here on Saturday.
- Hmm. That's nice.

Hugh coming?

He's staying till the end of the month, perhaps longer.

Are you sure, Mama? You know Trimingham never misses Goodwood.

Well, I think this year he means to.

So, Leo. Marcus tells me you are a magician.

No, not really. Only at school.

He put a curse on Jenkins and Strode

and they fell off the house roof and broke every bone in their bodies.

- MRS MAUDSLEY LAUGHS
- They were dreadful bullies.

He could have killed them, if he'd wanted to.

In fact, it was jolly decent of him not to.

How powerful you must be, Leo.

I hope you're not going to curse us here.

Oh, no. I wouldn't do that.

Can you put a spell on the weather, then?

It would be lovely to have a hot summer.

Well, I don't know...

I'm sure it's within your powers.

Couldn't you do it, just for me?

In the name of Virgo,

I command the weather to obey me.

Make it a hot summer, the hottest ever.

BIRDSONG CRICKETS CHIRP

You can't catch me!

What are we going to do to combat this frightful heat?

No, no, no - walk, don't run, Marcus dear.

Haven't you anything cooler to wear, Leo?

I may look hot, but I'm quite cool underneath.

Did you leave your summer clothes at home?

I expect Mother forgot to put them in my case.

Why don't you write and ask her to send them?

Oh, that would take too long.

Let me take him to town tomorrow, get him a new outfit.

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Leo?

But I haven't much money...

That doesn't matter. We've got some.

Don't forget, he has the things at home, Marian.

We'll give them to him as a birthday present.

Your mother wouldn't mind that, would she, Leo?

When is your birthday, by the way?

The 27th.

Of this month? How splendid!

Now we can all give him something to wear.

Bags I the ties!

Why don't you wait till Monday, when Hugh will be here?

Then you could make up a party and go together.

It wouldn't be any treat to Hugh.

He wouldn't want to go trailing around the shops with Leo and me.

Besides, by Monday, Leo will have melted into butter,

and all he'll need will be a muslin bag.

Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait till Monday?

Quite sure.

But of course, if anyone would like to come with us...?

Then I suppose we can go, Mama?

Of course.

How beautifully these are mended!

I wish we had someone who could mend clothes like this.

My mother does it herself.

Those clothes you have at home don't really exist, do they?

They do, but they're rather old.

We can't afford new ones.

Well, it'll be our secret.

TRAIN ENGINE CHUGS

Can I get a cup of tea, please?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Anyone would think you'd never been on a train before.

MARIAN GIGGLES

Leo, I have a few errands to run.

Can you manage on your own for an hour?

I'll see you back at the station.

All aboard!

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

3.42, calling at Halesham, Croxham, Brandham...

'Let me look at you.'

Perfect.

MURMUR OF CONVERSATION

MARIAN CLEARS HER THROAT

- GENTLE LAUGHTER
- Oh, darling Leo, look at you.

What a cool customer he looks!

Just like a cucumber.

And the same shade of green.

It's Lincoln green. He might be Robin Hood.

And there's his Maid Marian!

- Do you feel different?
- I feel quite another person.

Let me look at you, Leo.

I think it does very well.

Did you see anyone in town?

Not a cat.

We were hard at it the whole time, weren't we, Leo?

Yes, we were.

Well, he'll be much cooler now, anyway.

What a cheek! He must know he's trespassing.

- Goodness! I think he's naked.
- Well, you'd better not look.

Ah, it's Ted Burgess, the tenant at Black Farm.

We don't know him socially, of course,

but he mustn't think us stuck-up.

Whoever he is, we're going to change.

It takes us a long time.

He doesn't swim badly, for a farmer.

I didn't know anyone were going to be here.

I shan't be long.

Well, don't hurry on our account. We'll, um...

We'll swim further up.

Oh, by the way, Trimingham's coming tonight.

Er, he'll probably want to come and check on the harvest.

I shouldn't be a bit surprised.

Well, I... I think I put him at his ease.

LADIES GIGGLE

Oh, oh, my hair!

My hair's come down, it's all wet!

I'll never get it dry! I'm coming out.

LADIES LAUGH

Is that man going?

Yes. It's quite safe now.

Oh.

Hello, Leo.

Do you know him, Marian?

I don't know, I might have met him. I don't remember.

You're here, though. That's the main thing.

Come on.

Welcome back, my Lord.

I trust you had a comfortable journey?

- Perfectly tolerable...
- That's Trimingham.

He was wounded by the Boers.

He was shot in the face. It's never got right.

He owns this house. Father is just renting it at the moment.

Mama wants Marian to marry him.

- Mrs Maudsley, you're looking as radiant as ever.
- How kind of you.

But why, if he's so ugly?

Because it's such a good match.

Marian?

Bring his Lordship's bags upstairs.

ORGAN PLAYS

ALL SING HYMN

HYMN ENDS

I don't think we've been introduced.

My name's Trimingham.

- How do you do, Mr Trimingham?
- Oh, just plain "Trimingham" will do.

Aren't all grown-up men called Mister?

Oh, well, doctors aren't, or professors.

That's a title they have.

Ah. Well, I suppose I have a title too.

It's Viscount Trimingham.

But "Trimingham" is quite sufficient in ordinary conversation.

You can call me Hugh, if you prefer. I don't charge extra.

TRIMINGHAM CHUCKLES

You haven't told me your name.

It's Colston.

Mr Colston? Or Viscount?

My Christian name is Leo.

Really, it's Lionel, but everyone calls me Leo.

Does Marian call you that?

I noticed you were talking earlier.

Yes, she does.

Well, then so shall I.

Do you like her - Marian?

Enough to do something for her?

Anything.

Well, then take her a message. Say I've got her prayer book.

She left it behind on the pew.

Marian?

- Hugh asked me to tell you...
- WHO asked you to tell me?

Yes, Hugh asked me to tell you...

WHO asked you to tell me what? I don't understand.

Marian. Don't tease the poor boy. She knows exactly who you mean, Leo.

MARIAN GIGGLES

- Trimingham says he's got your prayer book.
- Oh!
- You left it behind.

How careless of me. Please thank him.

Why don't you go back and get it?

I'll fetch it later.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

Marian said thank you.

- Is that all?
- Yes.

Is it the Black Death?

I have a headache and some spots.

Mama thinks it's the heat, but the doctor's coming.

Bad luck.

Perhaps we shall all get it,

then we shan't be able to have the cricket match.

Is there to be a cricket match?

We have it every year. It helps keep the locals quiet.

We'll never be able to lift our heads if we lose.

BIRDSONG

CRICKETS CHIRP

Ah, Leo.

Marcus will be in bed for a day or two.

The doctor doesn't think it's measles, but better safe than sorry.

Can you amuse yourself, somehow, without him?

Perhaps you'll spend more time with Marian?

I might. If she wants.

I'm sure she does. She's very fond of you.

Soon you'll know all her secrets, won't you, Leo?

I think it's a messy, dirty business,

and no-one can say otherwise.

But the thing is, once you're in a war, you must win it.

You must use every weapon you have. It's...

it's not about bravery, you see,

it's about being the last man standing.

INSECTS BUZZ

DOGS BARK

BIRDS COO

HE CHUCKLES

Ah!

HE CRIES OUT

LEO GROANS

LEO GRUNTS

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I've a good mind to give you a thrashing...

LEO WHIMPERS

I saw you at the river, didn't I?

You're from the Hall.

We better do that up for you.

Come on.

Sit down here while I get you something for that knee.

You're lucky you didn't spoil that nice green suit.

Miss Marian gave it to me.

Miss Marian Maudsley.

I don't have much to do with the Hall.

LIQUID POURS

Now, this might sting a bit.

STIFLED CRY

Brave lad.

Some boys might have cried.

How old are you?

I shall be 13 on the 27th of this month.

I should have given you a bit less.

You're small for your age.

Good things come in small packages.

But won't you need that?

I've got plenty more. Do I look as though I haven't?

You can throw it away when you're done.

Try walking.

Thank you, Mr Burgess.

Is there anything I can do for you in return?

Perhaps there is.

Could you take a message for me?

Of course.

But can I trust you?

Can I really trust you to keep your mouth shut?

Are you ever alone with Miss Marian? Just the two of you?

Sometimes.

Near enough to give her a letter without anyone seeing?

Easily near enough for that.

Wait here, then, while I write it.

Is it a secret?

It's more than that.

If anyone else gets hold of this... it'll be a bad lookout for her,

perhaps for you, too.

I'll defend it with my life.

Is this Mr Burgess' handkerchief?

Yes. He said he didn't want it back.

You can throw it away.

Perhaps I'll wash it out.

It's quite a good one.

He asked me to give you this.

DOOR OPENS

SHE SIGHS

These dresses...!

SHE CHUCKLES

Aren't you going to read it?

Later, perhaps.

Now, where's that bandage...?

You've already put it on.

So I have.

Your stocking, then.

You mustn't tell anyone about this letter.

Not even Marcus.

Of course not.

I'll be terribly angry with you if you do.

Oh... I won't be.

You see, Leo, it would get us all into the most frightful trouble.

I won't say a word.

Mercury!

Just the man I was looking for.

Why did you call me Mercury?

Oh, well, Mercury was the messenger of the Gods.

Can you take a message to Marian?

Tell her we need her to make up a four at croquet.

You might have to search a bit.

We seem to have lost her.

Bring her in dead or alive.

BIRDS FLY AWAY

What are you doing here?

Trimingham asked me to find you...

Why? What time is it?

Nearly seven o'clock.

Oh. We don't dine until 8:30.

He wants you to play croquet.

He said I was to bring you in dead or alive.

Did he? Well, which am I?

THEY CHUCKLE

What will you do to amuse yourself tomorrow?

Well, I might do several things.

I might go for a walk...

Where might you walk to?

I might slide down a strawstack at Farmer Burgess's.

Oh, really?

Well, if you do go that way... will you give him a letter?

I was hoping you'd say that!

Why? Because you like him?

Because I like you.

That is very nice of you to say.

Tell her it's all right.

Tell her it's on.

You too, Trimingham.

I'm not much of an adornment.

Oh, do hurry up, Denys.

SHUTTER CLICKS

(Leo.)

Leo is so devoted to you, Marian.

He's like your little lamb.

- Hm.
- He follows you everywhere.

A little adult company goes a long way at that age.

I thought I might pop into the village later to visit Nanny Robson.

You know how she likes to see me.

Never mind Nanny.

You ought to pay more attention to Trimingham.

Why?

You know why.

He's quite put out.

Has he said something?

No, of course he hasn't. But don't think he hasn't noticed.

I don't know what you mean.

MOTHER SCOFFS

You're being deliberately obtuse.

MARIAN SIGHS

Oh, Mama...

Leo!

I need you for a moment.

Will you take this to Mr Burgess in the morning?

I can't go. Marcus is better now.

But still, will you try?

DOOR OPENS

Ah... A love scene!

I heard Marian calling and I hoped it might be for me.

Can I snatch her from you now?

I thought we might take a little stroll on the terrace.

GEESE CRY

How's the postman?

I won't be able to bring you any more letters.

Miss Marian counts on getting those notes through.

She won't know what to do. No more shall I.

You wouldn't want Miss Marian to stop liking you, would you?

No...

What difference would it make to you if she stopped liking you?

Where would you feel it?

Oh. So you do have a heart.

She counts on getting those letters through, same as I do.

It's something we both look forward to.

They're not just ordinary letters.

I know.

She'll miss them.

She'd cry, perhaps.

Is that what you want?

You look hot.

You better come in.

'I thought I'd find you out in the fields.'

I came back here to look after Smiler.

Is she ill?

In a way. She's going to have a foal.

Why is she having one, if it makes her ill?

It's nature.

Between you and me, she did a bit of spooning.

But spooning's so silly!

Spooning isn't silly.

That's just something spiteful people say when it's...

well, when it's something they want to do themselves.

They're envious, you see.

If you spoon with someone, does it mean you have to marry them?

Generally speaking.

Could you spoon with someone without marrying them?

I suppose so.

Right, that's enough questions for one day.

But you haven't answered them. You've hardly told me anything.

I'll make you a bargain.

I'll tell you all about spooning, on one condition.

You go on being our postman.

DOOR OPENS

Hello, Mercury.

Er, bad news, I'm afraid.

We couldn't get you in the team... to play the village...

so you're going to be twelfth man.

Twelfth man! I never expected anything.

I'm glad you're pleased. Now, do you feel like taking a message?

Ask Marian if she's going to sing Home Sweet Home

at the concert after.

HE CHUCKLES

Tell him I'll sing it if he'll sing She Wore A Wreath Of Yellow Roses.

But I don't sing.

Oh, it was only a joke.

Do you think so?

Just do your best, old boy. No-one can do more than that.

- Ma'am.
- Morning.
- Morning.

Ladies.

Hall team. You ready, chaps? Shall we?

Time to meet the enemy.

ALL: Good luck.

- Yes, good luck.
- Good game.

Mr Burgess, this is Leo Colston, our twelfth man.

Master Colston and I already know each other.

He comes to slide down my strawstack.

Ah, yes, of course, he told us.

But you should make him run errands for you.

He's a wizard at that.

I'm sure he's a very useful young gentleman.

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

Come on, lads, let's have 'em. >

APPLAUSE

OK, gents.

HE GRUNTS

CHEERING

Come on, lads.

Yes. Well played.

Ah, splendid!

Come on.

Take a single.

Come on, lads, look lively.

CHEERING

Well done.

- Bad luck.
- Good luck.

Good shot, sir. Well played.

Come on!

Sorry. Lad's a bit wild.

Oh, don't worry in the least. All's fair, and so on.

CHEERING

Well done.

Now, come on, chaps.

- Right, shall we?
- Yep.

Come on, Ted!

Show them what you're made of, Ted. >

- <
- Come on, Ted.

Everything depends on getting Ted Burgess before he's set.

Burgess is just a hitter.

CHEERING

That's it, Ted. >

Show them how it's done.

Come on, chaps. That's it.

You're a good boy, Ted.

CHEERING

HE SIGHS

Isn't it exciting?

HE GRUNTS

CHEERING

You don't want them to win, do you?

Come on, Ted. >

CHEERING

HE GROANS

If we don't get him out soon, we'll lose. That is unthinkable.

Can you carry on, old man?

No.

- One more.
- Leo.

Good luck, Leo.

- APPLAUSE
- Good luck, Leo.

I'm going to put you at square leg.

Now, you won't have much to do, but sometimes he hooks one.

Just there.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

CHEERING

Well done.

- Well done, Leo.
- You got him.

Well done, old man.

We did it!

HE LAUGHS

Sorry, Ted.

It was a damn good catch.

Well done, Ted.

Thank you very much. You played extraordinarily well.

Have you tried that ale?

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

I'm sorry, madam, but the accompanist is feeling a bit seedy.

There's no-one to play the piano.

Well, Marian can play it.

Marian! Marian, you'll play the piano, won't you?

Now, who'll start us off?

Come on, Ted! Give us a song.

Oh, no, no, no.

Go on, Ted! Get up there, Ted!

Don't disappoint us, Ted.

All right.

APPLAUSE AND ENCOURAGEMENT

- Go on, lad. You surprise us.
- >

Er...

My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose.

# My love is like a red, red rose

# That's newly sprung in June

# My love is like a melody

# That's sweetly played in tune

# And fair art though My bonnie lass

# So deep in love am I

# And I will love you still My dear

# Till the sea's gone dry. #

APPLAUSE

CHEERING

- Good job, Ted. >
- Not bad, boy.

Not bad.

Don't they make a lovely couple! >

LAUGHTER

Done us proud, Ted. Well done. >

Well, what about our twelfth man? Can't he give us something?

- Come on, Leo.
- Well done, Leo.

- Go on, then, Master Colston.
- >

Well done, young man, up you go.

ENCOURAGEMENT

Don't be nervous, Leo. >

Well, what's it to be?

I only know Angels Ever Bright And Fair,

but it's a sacred song.

That doesn't matter. I know it.

- WOMAN:
- Come on, then, Master Colston.

Sh, sh, sh.

# Angels

# Ever bright and fair

# Angels

# Ever bright and fair

# Take, oh, take me

# Take, oh, take me to your care

# Take me

# Take, oh, take me

# Angels

# Ever bright and fair

# Take, oh, take me to your care

# Take, oh, take me to your care. #

MUSIC ENDS

APPLAUSE

HE WHISPERS

Golly, you did look pleased with yourself.

But at least you got rid of that brute Burgess.

God, when I saw him at the piano with Marian...

it made me go all goosy.

Can you keep a secret?

I heard Mama talking.

Marian is to be engaged to Trimingham.

It'll be announced next week.

Are you glad?

Yes. I am.

I'm sure I am.

SOBBING

Why is there no fifth Viscount?

He's not here.

Well, that's rather a sad story.

He was killed in a duel

and some people thought it rather a disgrace to the family.

Was he killed avenging his honour?

In a way.

He thought his wife was too friendly with another man.

So he challenged the fellow to a duel.

The man shot him.

It should have been the other way around.

Yes, he was unlucky. His wife's friend was rather a good shot.

BALLS CLINK

I didn't know people fought duels about ladies.

Well, they did then.

Would the Viscount have minded so much about the wife's friend

if he hadn't have been married... only engaged?

Quite as much...

..I should think.

BALLS CLATTER

I think it would be better for all concerned to bring

the announcement of the engagement forward.

We agreed it would be the end of the summer.

- No. The whole matter is settled.
- No-one asked for my opinion.

Trimingham has been the soul of honour and patience!

You couldn't make a better match.

- You mean YOU couldn't!
- You're being childish!

Am I to be allowed no say in my own life?

What possible objection could you have?

Don't you dare turn your back on me!

SHE WHIMPERS

Leo, there you are, I was looking for you.

Will you do something for me?

Of course.

Will you take this?

Where to?

The farm, you silly.

Oh...I can't.

Why not?

Because of Hugh.

- He might not like it.
- What's Trimingham got to do with it?

This is a business matter between Mr Burgess and I.

You come into our house and we make a great fuss of you, and now

you have the infernal cheek to say you won't do a simple job for me!

I'll never speak to you again.

I know.

You want paying, don't you?

Well, how much do you want, you little Shylock?!

SHE PANTS

HE SOBS

GUNSHOT

Do you ever miss?

Well, I'm a pretty good shot, though I say it myself.

You been crying?

Come on.

Have you got a letter for me?

Have you any message for her?

Yes.

But do you want to take it?

Not much.

But if I don't, she'll be angry.

So it was her that upset you, then?

What can I do to make things right for you?

Well, last time I was here you said you'd tell me about spooning.

So I did.

HE EXHALES

Well, it's a job for your dad, really.

He should be the one to tell you.

My father's dead - and I'm quite sure he never spooned!

It's putting your arm around a girl and kissing her.

I know that. But it's something else, too.

It makes you feel something.

It makes you feel on top of the world.

There must be more to it.

What do you like doing best?

Something that happens in dreams.

Like flying, or floating... or waking up

and knowing that someone you dreamed was dead is really alive.

Right, well, I've never had that dream, but you get the idea.

Think of that, and add some more... and that's what spooning's like.

But you still haven't really told me.

You heard.

It's what you like doing best, and then some more.

What more? I won't take any more messages unless you tell me!

Look, you'd better clear off quick or you'll be sorry!

Master Colston! Leo!

Wait!

HE ROARS

It's deadly nightshade.

Belladonna. Every bit of it is poisonous.

Don't!

You'll die!

MAN LAUGHS

It must be a loony talking to himself.

WOMAN LAUGHS

BOTH LAUGH

They're spooning!

Let's go and see who it is and rout them out.

No. Leave them alone.

What confounded cheek!

Why should they come here to do it?

I wonder what Mama would say.

No, please don't tell her, Marcus. Promise you won't!

HE GROANS

Your shot, old man.

He's daydreaming.

You look tired, Leo. You should rest.

He was up all night thinking about his catch, I expect.

But for him, Burgess would have won the day.

So, I've been talking to Burgess about joining up to fight the Boer.

He's a likely man - single, no ties. He would make a first-rate NCO.

He's a good shot, too, by all accounts.

Not that I'm any advertisement for Army life.

Is Ted really going to join up?

Oh, we're on "Ted" terms now, are we?

Well, yeah, the first time I asked him he didn't want to.

But yesterday, he seemed to have changed his mind.

Thought he might like a crack at them.

So, you think he'll go?

I think he may.

He won't be altogether a loss to the district.

I didn't think you'd come again.

Is it true you're going to the war?

Who told you that?

Lord Trimingham.

Did you know Marian and he were engaged?

Is that why you're going?

I don't know that I am going.

It's up to her, really.

Look here, you haven't told anyone about this, have you?

No.

She said you wouldn't.

I wasn't so sure, but she said we could trust you.

I'm sorry I shouted at you.

It's natural for a boy your age to want to know those things.

I just didn't feel like it...

not after hearing you sing like that.

Don't trouble yourself. I know other people who'll tell me.

TED CHUCKLES

Well, so long as they don't tell you wrong.

Shall I take one more message for you?

Are you sure you want to?

Yes...

just this one last time.

Well, tell her tomorrow's no good, I'm going to town.

But Friday at half past six, same as usual.

Have you got that?

Friday at half past six, yeah.

Ted?

Go to war?

What do you mean?

Trimingham asked him to sign up, and he said he might.

Do you mean that?

Hugh made Ted say he would enlist?

I don't think Hugh could MAKE him go...

Ted as strong as he is, stronger, I should think...

That's where you're wrong.

Ted is weak, as weak as water!

Hugh is far stronger...

Oh, my God...

If Hugh dares, I'll make him put a stop to it!

Blackmail is a game two can play.

I'll tell him I won't marry him if Ted goes.

You mustn't! They might hurt each other...

They might.

I tell you, Ted is a dangerous man when his blood is up.

Perhaps Ted wants to go.

Oh, but he couldn't.

He couldn't.

Marian...

..why don't you marry Ted?

I can't.

I have to marry Hugh.

I've got to.

'Well, tell her tomorrow's no good, I'm going to town.

'But Friday at half past six, same as usual.

'Have you got that?'

He said today is no good... but Friday, six o'clock...

Are you sure he said six? Not half past?

Yes. Six o'clock. He was quite certain.

Bless you, Leo.

You're a friend in a thousand.

I don't want bad things to happen.

I don't want Ted and Trimingham to fight.

I want it all to end.

This is the only way.

I'm sorry, Marian.

I'm sorry, Ted.

Leo the all-powerful commands that Marian and Ted will quarrel.

Marian will go to the outhouse at six...and Ted won't be there.

They'll quarrel. And they'll never see each other again.

And Trimingham won't be killed in a duel.

I command it to be so.

I command it.

THUNDER RUMBLES

- Here's tea.
- Could I have some more milk, please?

This toast is a little underdone.

Tea or coffee, sir?

At least our birthday boy is dressed for the weather.

He won't have to change like the rest of us.

WOMAN LAUGHS

What do you say to a picnic at luncheon, Leo, if it's not raining?

I expect you'd like the morning free to play with Marcus.

Yes, thank you, Mrs Maudsley.

It's Leo's birthday, Mama. He should choose what he wants to do.

But he's chosen, hasn't he?

Well, no. You... You've chosen for him.

I think you'll find the arrangements perfectly satisfactory.

And then at...six o'clock...

..we can help Leo cut his cake.

MAN CHUCKLES

At six? Tonight?

Yes, of course tonight.

Can't it be...

Can't it be what?!

That will be very nice.

You must tell Ted I can't be there at six o'clock.

Oh, no...

But I say yes...

I can't.

Marian!

Leo?

What were you fighting about?

I was just teaching the little beast a lesson.

I wanted him to take a note to Nanny Robson,

let her know I'll visit her some time this afternoon.

Would you believe it, he refused!

I shouldn't let it worry you, Marian.

You say Nanny hardly remembers whether you've been or not.

I thought Leo and I might take a walk in the garden.

He hasn't seen it properly yet.

Come along, Leo.

Are you interested in flowers, Leo?

A little, but mainly poisonous ones.

Mm-hm. You won't find many of those here.

How sweet of you to take Marian's note to Nanny Robson.

Does she often send you with messages?

Not often. Just once or twice.

It rather worries me that I stopped you going just now.

Perhaps you should go. You know the way, of course.

Not quite, but I can ask.

You don't know the way?

Even though you've been there before?

Stanton! We have a note for Miss Robson, rather urgent.

Would you mind taking it?

I haven't got it! It must have fallen out.

Feel again.

Very well. Just tell Miss Robson

that Marian will visit her some time this afternoon.

I could ask you to turn out your pockets, but I won't do that.

I'll just ask one question.

You say you took messages for Marian before.

If you don't take them to Nanny Robson, to whom DO you take them?

I think you are rather tired, Leo.

Go to your room immediately, and rest until your party.

We must look after you...

for your mother's sake.

INSECT BUZZES

THUNDER RUMBLES

Ahhh!

- Many happy returns. - Many happy returns, Leo.

Very happy birthday to you, Leo.

The number 13 is unlucky, so... so we've put 12 candles round

the big cake, and then, when they're blown out, you can light this one.

- When will that be?
- When Marian comes.

She wants to be the first person to give you a present.

Well, she's missed her chance! Leo can have mine now.

I think it turned out rather well.

Come and sit here, dear, next to me.

DISTANT RUMBLE OF THUNDER

Come on, Leo, show us what you can do!

LEO BLOWS

DENYS CHUCKLES

HUGH CHUCKLES

THEY LAUGH

APPLAUSE AND CONGRATULATIONS

Leave a piece for Marian.

Yes, er, she... she ought to be here by now.

I sent the carriage for her. It'll be back soon.

Why don't you p-pass the cake around, Leo?

Excuse me, madam.

Miss Marian wasn't at Miss Robson's...

..and hasn't been all day.

Where CAN she be?

Well, all we can do is wait.

No, we won't wait!

I'm...I'm going to look for her.

Leo, you know where she is. You know where she is.

- Mrs Maudsley...
- You can show me the way.

Mrs Maudsley, please, Madeleine...

Stay here!

THUNDER RUMBLES

I know you know where she is.

Come on.

Come on.

You know where they are.

Come on!

THEY GROAN

SHE GRUNTS

THEY GROAN

No!!!!

Liar...

serpent...

deceiver...!

SHE WAILS

SHE WAILS

THUNDER RUMBLES

GUNSHOT

BIRDS CRY

HE SOBS

HE SOBS

'But for that fateful summer of 1900...

'..everything would be different.

'My life would be different.

'I should not be alone.

'I've been a foreigner in a world of emotion...

'..ignorant of its language.

'The truth is...

'I've been too afraid...to live.'

I'll drop it round to Brandham later.

Very good, Steven.

ENGINE STARTS

Leo?

(Leo.)

I half expected you to look as you were, a little boy.

I should know you anywhere, Marian.

Well, Marcus was killed...

..in the first war...

Denys also.

And your mother?

Oh. Poor Mama.

Those nervous types...

Well, she couldn't stay with us, she had to go away.

And, Leo... You were ill, too, weren't you?

I lost my memory. Or rather, I chose to lose it.

But I recovered, in my fashion!

And Hugh? What about him?

Oh, he married me.

He was as true as steel.

We raised a son.

I saw your grandson in the village.

Does he remind you of anyone?

His grandfather, Ted Burgess.

Does he know?

The village is a hive of gossip.

He hardly ever comes to see me.

He's got some kind of grudge against me...

His own grandmother!

He wants to marry a nice girl but he can't ask her

because he feels weighed down with all of this.

He feels ashamed, he feels there's some kind of curse on him.

A curse?

Yes. But you could help, Leo.

Tell him.

You know all the facts, you know what happened.

Ted and I...were lovers.

I'm not a child any more, Marian...

to be ordered about.

Please!

You owe it to us... to Ted and me.

Do you remember...

..what that summer was like?

There hasn't been such a beautiful summer since.

And what was the most beautiful thing in it?

Our feelings for each other.

And it was beautiful love.

Wouldn't you feel proud to be descended from such a union?

Yes. Yes, I would.

So tell him.

Tell him...everything.

Make my grandson give up this ridiculous notion that he

can't marry.

Every man should get married.

You too, Leo.

You're all dried up.

I can see that.

It's not too late.

Don't YOU feel the need for love?

Tell my grandson there's no spell or curse,

except an unloving heart.

BIRDSONG