Flambards (1979–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - New Blood - full transcript
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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.
Madam?
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 we 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, bro.
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.
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.
An 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?
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?"
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 we will 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 my name, 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.
Flambard pay for itself?
Yes.
Well, farms do you know,
that's why people run them.
Well, that's not what we run, Flambards is a 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 are you doing this?
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
It's in 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 and go with him.
Of course, they're not as
easy to come by as a cars.
I like Treasure.
Course there are (together)
more are flighening(?)
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.
He'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 life 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 and Stanley would be.
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 get the machinery.
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
Dizzy 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.
(????)
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 Christina?
Can I go home when
I seen the horses?
We'll see.
Now, go to sleep.
If you want
anything, just shout.
Aunt Christina!
I want my sisters.
Oh, we can't let him
out 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.
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.
Now beer is my (????).
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.
She 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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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.
Madam?
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 we 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, bro.
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.
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.
An 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?
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?"
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 we will 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 my name, 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.
Flambard pay for itself?
Yes.
Well, farms do you know,
that's why people run them.
Well, that's not what we run, Flambards is a 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 are you doing this?
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
It's in 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 and go with him.
Of course, they're not as
easy to come by as a cars.
I like Treasure.
Course there are (together)
more are flighening(?)
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.
He'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 life 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 and Stanley would be.
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 get the machinery.
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
Dizzy 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.
(????)
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 Christina?
Can I go home when
I seen the horses?
We'll see.
Now, go to sleep.
If you want
anything, just shout.
Aunt Christina!
I want my sisters.
Oh, we can't let him
out 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.
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.
Now beer is my (????).
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.
She 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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