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Original subtitles

Of course it's very kind of Mrs. Balding to offer to undertake the altarpiece, but we

don't want to upset the other flower ladies now doing.

Good morning.

Yes, now where was I?

Oh yes, the matter of Mrs. Balding.

If it had been the font of the east window, but the altarpiece.

Well, we must be like a gang and tread delicately.

Today's year.

Good day.

I had some sad news today.

A very old friend of mine from Morvers died.

You've probably seen him in the congregation.

Very nice fellow.

Lawrence Schistelik.

Sudden chill it seems.

Turned a last in you, Marni-and.

Would you like to sit down a while?

No, thank you.

I'm quite well.

I'm just...

Oh, Lawrence.

Why, why, why?

Please, please don't leave me alone, Lawrence.

The first time in my life I thought I'd found some.

I can't be.

Oh, Lawrence, please.

Oh, it's...

Oh, Lawrence.

Oh!

Oh, Lawrence.

My, my, we're powerful.

I am mighty these days.

Far too I am mighty to take humble work.

Set your catheter to my husband.

Don't you miss?

Don't you dare, bandy words with me.

In spite of your youth and lack of education, I made you my daughter's personal maid.

And this is how you repay me.

I thought pride was supposed to come a for a for.

But you're like your mother the way you give yourself theirs.

What's wrong with your shop?

Oh, one of the new hotels.

It's a waste of my training and experience.

You were engaged as my housekeeper, Janice.

But sir...

I'm afraid I'll later understand it.

Enjoyable as it has been, I hasten to add.

You're not included, you're getting pregnant.

Come on, now.

I saw a man in.

Oh!

I'm going...

Never.

Oh, why don't you ride over to Roslyn with me on your next free afternoon?

How do I know I'd end up at Roslyn and not inside a stack along the way?

How do you know you'd mind if you did?

No man lays one finger on me till I'm wearing his wooden ring.

So, this is what makes you take the long journey to St. Louis and I have saw from Jared Roslyn.

Much good, it does me.

But I can't say I blame you.

She's pretty as a picture.

Treat yourself to a small glass of port my dear or whatever you young ladies drink nowadays.

And my son can buy me a pint of bitter.

Why?

Thank you sir.

Of course you'd be Mrs. Roslyn.

There'd be no nonsense about that part of it.

I'm a little overwhelmed.

Of course.

Your son, Jared.

Never mind about Jared.

He could have had you but he let his chance slip by.

I've told him often enough that he'd regret it if he went on expecting every woman he fancied to forget all thoughts or wedding rings.

This will teach him a lesson.

But I expect you want to see what it is you'd be taking on.

Here you are my dear.

What'd you say?

Your first wife.

Yes.

Isn't it a little soon?

She was a good woman and I miss her but nothing's going to bring her back.

Besides, isn't it a tribute to her that I ate to live without the woman in the house now she's gone?

I haven't thought of it like that.

Well.

Will you?

Yes, thank you.

Good.

Nothing could please me more.

Just one thing, my dear.

Don't expect too much of me. I'm an old man and pass my prime.

I can't offer you as much as Jared could.

So if you'd rather have Jared best say so now before it's too late, I'll have no goings on under my roof in my own house.

I would rather marry you. Truly I would.

Thank you for that.

May I ask why I'm an old man and ugly?

You're kind and do you understand?

I want nothing else.

So there you are, John.

How dare you sneak in like that and frighten me. I have a good mind to tell your father.

What? That you're sweet on Mr. Lawrence Costalac of Morva.

John!

I'll bargain.

I'll see you and I'll first. You just try and cause trouble and see where it gets you. You just try.

Well, you got plenty of spirit. I'll say that for you.

What?

Come on!

That's what happens when an old man marries a young woman with expectations? Four years and he's dead.

So be it, John. We both of us been punished.

Are you so me the house and you can buy yourself a courage and senates?

I will, you so.

Don't you understand what father's done?

I've got no house nor land, but you've got no stock, no money, not one penny. You can't keep the place going.

I won't sell.

John's little bill becoming a game I see. You just have to wait. You did that before with the other.

You have to wait for me to feed. You'll tell that to the cattle then, will he?

Good evening.

Oh, Lawrence.

Someone to see thee.

What a charming room.

You got my letter then? Yes.

I didn't know who else to turn to. I'm glad.

You're very beautiful.

If I am, that's because I've waited 30 years to be loved. Thank you.

Oh no. Thank you. Thank you.

I must go.

Must you?

I think I should.

Shall you come again?

If I may.

Tomorrow?

Perhaps the day after.

I am thinking of your reputation.

You're good, kind, and generous.

And I love you.

I love you too.

Three times in one week, I am spoiled.

Are you being sarcastic?

No. And you'll stay, what, perhaps three hours?

What do you mean, Jenna?

For 168 hours in a week, did you know?

And of those 168, I shall this week, I spend only lying with you.

The fact is, it seems a great wealth of happiness to me.

I've never before been nine hours a week, and a company of someone I love.

Go off your vittles and you'll lose your looks.

Then your fancy man won't come round at all.

He's careful for my reputation.

They can be a good fool for all my years.

He's got a wife, baby.

They're divorced, I think.

Typical Penn Mar.

He's not a Penn Mar, he was married to one.

Same difference.

Sorry, I thought they were finished.

That never meant nothing to you, didn't you say, after you slipped up with your lawyer?

I don't suppose old John Henry were a bed-bodler.

Mind your own damn business, can't you?

Least Wazey made an honest woman of E, which is more than the Sunwill.

If he didn't know I were right, he wouldn't lose thy temper.

Where have you been?

I brought you a present from Penn's answer.

He is supposed to be the Tompion of Cornwall.

Our leading clockmaker.

It was meant to help you count the hours we've spent together.

Well, let's not waste another minute.

Well...

Do you know what is it?

What can't be...

I can't bear you going away.

I love you so much.

I can't bear all these terrible pockets.

Only hours and hours till I see you again.

My love.

If I knew that you felt so strongly or minded so much...

I've been every minute, I don't spend with you.

Or can we not be married?

I will be good wife.

I will just be without a accent. I wouldn't be in embarrassment.

I cannot marry you.

I would have told you from the beginning, but I assume that you already knew.

I'm not divorced.

In the eyes of the law and the eyes of the church, I'm still a married man.

Forgive me.

If I had known that your thoughts had turned towards marriage...

Don't tell me you're slurring.

I said no more about it. I must apologize for behaving so very foolishly.

Your son Mark called again the other day.

You worry about him too much.

If he should suspect such as you...

Such as thought would never cross his mind.

I don't like him.

I don't think he's half the witness and as you think he is.

I think he...

My dear, I know Mark better than you do.

A father necessarily knows his own child better than any stranger can.

The beauty of Mark is that he's not a child.

He's a stranger can.

If you were a parent yourself, you'd understand that.

Of all...

If you knew how I'd long for a child, your child, for your sake,

I don't know I can't avoid getting pregnant.

But to be told I don't understand it.

It was thoughtless.

Yes, it was.

I'm sorry.

Sorry be damned.

I made a new will the other day to step up in contemplating for some time.

I'm not naming you in the will, Jan, to save you embarrassment.

But I intend to provide for you before I die by creating a trust for your benefit.

Oh, please.

Let's not talk about you dying.

You'll never have to worry about money again, I promise you.

I thought he was going to look after thee.

Well...

He died to me.

All right, Jared, Ruslin.

Good morning.

Hi, come in.

I apologize if I'm calling at an inconvenient time, but I saw you weren't in church and I wanted the chance to speak with you alone.

It's not inconvenient.

I've come to offer my condolences.

How very time?

Perhaps we could talk in the parlor?

If you wish.

I'm sorry.

What a charming room.

What a wonderful room.

Why have you come?

I presume you came for reasons other than to offer your condolences.

If you did not, I must beg you to excuse me. I'm not myself this morning and I'm not feeling well enough to receive, is it?

Don't you sit down, Mrs. Ruslin?

I feel I'm being discouraged by remaining seated while you yourself are still standing.

It was ill-mannered of me to sit in the first place without asking your permission and I apologize.

I have no wish to treat you as though you weren't the respectable widow. You've always claimed to be.

Mr. Costello, please. Do do sit down.

How's the farm?

Well enough.

And, uh, you are well, I trust?

Thank you, yes.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

My father was actually worried about you, you know.

His last words were concerned with your welfare.

If there's ever anything you need, I'm sure something can be arranged.

Must have many expenses to meet. There's nothing so tedious. There's not having enough money to do what one needs to do, is there?

Well, as it happens…

So, don't forget, have you need any help or any to ask?

Well, as it happens...

You need help now?

I am in rather trying situation.

Perhaps if alone could be arranged,

I could offer the house of security.

Oh, yes. Yes, the house.

Yes, I am sure of something could easily be arranged.

I am sure we could arrive at a mutually convenient arrangement.

Might I see the house?

If I'm to arrange alone, I'd be interested,

purely as a formality, of course, to see the exact nature of the collateral you wish to offer.

Very well.

I'm going to go to the kitchen.

This is the dining room.

We used it at Christmas and Easter and on my husband's birthday.

Otherwise, we always had it in the kitchen.

You know the kitchen, of course.

Yes, you signed the other kitchen.

And very definitely the part.

This is very old.

You can see how worn the flag stones are.

This is the oldest part of the house.

Is your familiar here today?

Oh, you mean Griselda?

No, she's visiting her kin at Santa.

So, uh, we are alone, then.

There are one or two cupboards.

There's a little room at the back of the scalloring,

where we can fill the bath and wash.

Otherwise, there's nothing to see.

And upstairs?

Nothing. Nothing to see.

Just a few rooms that are no longer used.

Oh, and a loft, of course.

Very good loft with a boarded floor.

The servants used to sleep there in the old days.

Now Griselda has a room at the back of the house.

If you'd like to sit down again, I could...

If you'd like some wine, I'll...

I'll actually see the rooms upstairs, if I may.

Please.

I...

Could that not be...

A rain, Mrs. Russell?

If you wish.

This is Griselda's little room.

This was Jared's room.

This was Joseph's room before he moved out.

This is the box room.

My late husband kept his first wise possessions here.

And this is my room.

It faces the morris, as you can see.

My late husband liked this for you the best, and I agreed with him.

What an incredibly ugly clock.

I suppose that was your late husband's.

I'm sorry.

I mean,

I'm sorry.

I mean,

I'm sorry.

I mean...

Oh.

Oh, Lawrence.

Lawrence.

Damn you, Marcus, darling.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

Will you stay in and die with us here?

There's plenty of food if you're hungry.

Thank you.

But, uh, dinner will be waiting for me at death hall, and I should be on my way.

However, I confess I am thirsty, perhaps some cider.

I'll fetch it for you.

Mary, I'll call on you after dinner tomorrow evening.

Very well?

Will you not come early and die and leave me first?

No.

But I shall stay for breakfast.

Until tomorrow then.

Good day to you, Mrs. Roslin.

Good day, Mr. Gustavus.

Thank you.

You go waste time, do we?

Still, like father, like son, I suppose.

Go to hell.

Ch-an.

It comes from the French.

Ch-an.

My father was Bretton, a fisherman.

Yes.

When I was little, he used to bring me home toys from Brittany.

He didn't start bringing home the gin till later.

By the time I was six, he was unemployable.

At the time I was nine, he was dead.

My mother died within weeks of him.

They both had a purpose of humor.

Grislda took care of me.

I worked to get out of that hobblings and ice.

How I worked.

I spent nearly nine years at Menharry and Castle.

Working my way up from the scallories to the still room

and finally became one of the housemaids.

And then when I was fifteen, I was appointed personal maid to Miss Charlotte.

She was only a year older than me.

She taught me to speak correctly.

She encouraged me to read.

I gave me the dresses she no longer chose to wear.

That was my undoing.

I wore one of them.

At the servants' Christmas party.

I caught the eye of the master of the house.

Waylaving in the garden.

Her cinema.

I certainly can't fault his taste.

I hardly blame you in the circumstances.

Don't be silly.

Well, I wanted was to become housekeeper one day.

Besides, I wouldn't have slept with a butcher

if he'd been the last man on earth.

I thought him repulsive and older than God.

However, I could hardly tell ladies in an adopt that.

So I had to pack my bags and leave.

I was just eighteen.

Well, you said you wanted to know me.

In every possible way.

Two grand to downmurses, is that it?

Nothing of the sort.

At the backside of it, if you ask me.

I wasn't aware that I had.

What?

Your employer, was he?

Yes.

A lawyer.

A widower.

Age.

Thirty-five-ish.

Hanson.

Not unattractive.

I'm glad.

I'm using, not unkind.

Besides, I like the job.

I like the house.

I decided to be wrong to disappoint his expectations.

Quite weird, pushing things.

I've been out of work for six months without a reference.

Yes, I did see.

Do you?

I doubt it.

Anyway, I expected nothing.

Were you right?

What was he like in bed?

One did not expect rapture under those circumstances.

You did so like passion, slaves.

His liberties meant nothing to me.

Oh, you just grinned and bored.

I was grateful enough to try and please him.

Spare me the details.

Well, you asked.

When I got pregnant.

So I attacked my barracks again.

I went back to Griselda and that disgusting awful.

She makes me a potion to cure my ills.

What else could I do?

You could have had the child.

That wasn't part of our arrangement.

Lucky old Pomeroy.

Did he want his child?

What is...

My...

Oh, my love.

Now, what is my duty towards God?

My duty towards God is to believe in him.

To fear him and to love him.

With all my heart,

with all my strength,

with all my mind,

and with all my soul.

To worship him,

to give him thanks,

and to put my whole trust in him,

and to call upon him,

to honor his holy name and his word,

and to serve him truly all the days of my life.

Name of the father, son, and heligost, on him.

I swore I would never go through that again.

No man would lay one finger on me

to lie at his wedding ring.

So you married old Roslyn?

He was kind. He understood.

I wanted nothing else at the time.

Did you get it?

It wasn't his 70s, wasn't it?

62.

Well...

If you must know,

after our first anniversary,

you made no attempts at intimacy.

Were you sorry?

It was fun to be.

Besides, I go and used to being a farmer's wife.

First of all, I came to love this farm.

In the summer, it opened all the windows.

The center roses would fill the house.

I'd hold my own at last.

I left it.

You wanted for nothing then?

I thought not.

No one?

I did wonder what it would have been like to have had a child.

Well, so long as I had the house, I was safe.

I was secure.

So?

I thought my life was enough.

I didn't realize it was passing me by.

Until I was 30.

But then that wasn't until I was 30.

I first saw your father.

I must go now.

I was left with a house,

but without a pen to maintain it or myself.

Why should your husband punish you?

I imagine he thought that Jared and I...

When in fact...

In fact, I was being punished for defying Jared.

What about?

He was blackmailing me.

What about?

Well, you...

Was threatening to tell my husband...

He wanted the house.

I was trying to tell my husband...

He was threatening to tell my husband, but he wanted the house.

In the proof, Barak.

In order to get it, he threatened to tell my husband about...

Yes.

About myself and...

Say it. Damn you.

Myself and your father.

And had you?

No.

There's no smoke without fire.

We had done nothing.

Then Jared was mistaken.

Oh, perhaps he guessed. Perhaps gossip.

But I'd seen Lawrence.

I'd burn for him.

Tell me this, doesn't it?

I wrote to him after my husband died.

I didn't know who else to die.

Got it!

Come on, woman!

Mark!

Shut up, come to me.

I didn't know who else to turn to.

After I'd written, I thought he won't come, but he did come.

I told you, I don't want the talk about it.

Mark, it happened.

There's nothing to do with us.

No, but you can't ignore it. It happened.

He came along.

And suddenly, nothing else mattered anymore.

I waited all those years without knowing what it was I was waiting for.

It didn't matter that I was no longer young.

Nor was he.

He loved me.

I loved him.

You were talking about me.

You must understand.

Oh, damn it.

There's a limit.

Of the years of indifference, I longed for a child.

His child!

Then I learned that he was still married.

God.

I did my best to avoid becoming pregnant.

Shanna.

But to the last, I depended on him.

He promised me security.

And the nearest thing to love I'd ever known.

I was a child.

He promised me security.

And the nearest thing to love I'd ever known.

And then he died when you came.

Yes, yes, I do know what happened.

I didn't love you.

I didn't even like you.

I'd lost the man I loved and I felt nothing.

I didn't want to feel anything.

That would have betrayed Lawrence.

And Lawrence was the man I loved.

So I went to you, wanting nothing and expecting nothing.

And suddenly...

...always changed.

When you touched me, it was as if...

...no man had ever touched me before.

I forgot Lawrence.

I forgot him as if he never existed.

Because never in all my life had I experienced.

And I imagined it was possible to experience what I experienced with you.

No words ever invented.

Could even begin to describe it.

After it was all over, I tried to hate you.

Whoa.

For destroying the illusion I'd lived with and thought of as love so long.

Yes.

I couldn't do it.

The instant I thought of you, I...

...wished myself back behind that locked door with you.

One...

...one cannot hate a man to whom one would give oneself time and time again...

...without a second's hesitation.

Hmm.

The past is past.

Why the hell do you have to inflict it on me then?

Because don't you see?

We can't pretend it didn't happen.

You have to come to terms with it.

I don't have to do a damn thing, my dear.

Oh God. You can be childish.

Jealous?

Get out of my house.

I can't wait.

I'm not going to do it.

It didn't last long then.

You gave in too soon.

Typical gentry there. Take what they want and move on.

Oh, you can cry your eyes out. I doubt that will fetch them back again.

There now.

I've managed to fall and I'll manage again.

There it is.