The Living and the Dead (2016): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
When Nathan Appleby inherits his family estate in 1890s Somerset following the death of his mother, he attempts to use his psychiatric background to cure a disturbed local girl, while learning to cope with running a farm in the age of mechanisation.
Do you think I could use
the hay harvest
as the subject of the Sunday sermon?
Like you did last year
and the year before that?
"Be not deceived.
"God is not mocked,
for whatsoever a man soweth,
"that shall he also reap."
SHE GASPS
You let her read these books,
most of which should not even be
in a Christian household.
You fill her head with ideas
and doubts and confusions.
She has an alert and
voracious mind - it must be fed.
She's a child!
SHE SCREAMS
Harriet?
Harriet!
A MAN LAUGHS
Harriet! Harriet!
Harriet?
Father.
We heard a voice - a man's voice.
A man?
If you're sure you're all right?
Of course.
Goodnight.
STRANGE VOICE: Fresh fruit,
waiting to be plucked.
# This one night
# This one night
# Every night and all
# Fire and sleet and candlelight
# And Christ receive thy soul. #
Can I move?
I think there's a mouse in my boot.
I took the photograph ages ago,
I was just looking at you.
SHE LAUGHS AND SHRIEKS
SHE LAUGHS
Not now! We're late enough as it is.
You're home.
Mr Nathan!
Mr Nathan's back.
Welcome home, sir.
Thank you, Gideon.
Good to see you again, ma'am.
Thank you, William. Thank you.
How's the cider, Gideon?
Oh, proper drop, sir.
All ready for the solstice tonight.
Good to see you, John.
Sir. Ma'am.
Gwen. Mr Nathan.
Mrs Appleby. Gwen.
DOG BARKS
Toby!
How is she?
She's weak, sir, but looking
forward to seeing you.
Thank you, Gwen,
for looking after her.
Vienna? What on earth were
you doing in Vienna?
I was invited to give a talk
about psychological trauma.
Where's your laudanum?
I'm so proud of you, Nathan.
You've achieved so much.
Charlotte and I might stay
a little longer this time.
I've missed the farm.
No, Nathan,
you are not to stay here
and mollycoddle an old woman.
Your life is in London -
your work, your patients.
Charlotte, tell your husband
he's needed back in London.
Actually, I was thinking,
a few weeks in the country is just
what we need.
Oh!
They're ready to light the bonfire.
Nathan.
Let Gideon do it.
An Appleby always lights
the solstice fire.
# If ever thou gave
clothes and shoes
# Every night and all
# Sit thee down and put them on
# And Christ receive thy soul
# From bridge of dread
when thou may pass
# Every night and all
# To Purgatory dogs at last
# And Christ receive thy soul
# No meat or drink thou never gave
# Every night and all
# The fire shall burn thee
to thy bone... #
FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYS
Cider brandy?
Strong! So am I.
Nathan.
SING-SONG TONE: Nathan.
Who are you?
What do you want with him?
You leave him alone.
You leave my son alone!
She was a good mistress. Mmm.
A good mother and grandmother.
Grandmother?
Mr Nathan's son, Gabriel.
When his first wife died,
he stayed in London with his work
and Gabriel was sent here to be
brought up by Mrs Appleby.
That's right.
Doted on that boy, she did. Mm-hmm.
Broke her heart when....
He won't keep the house on with
such memories, will he?
He'll sell it, for sure.
GIDEON: Mr Nathan won't let us down,
I'm sure of that.
This day was always going to come.
Now the world will change,
you'll see.
We could sell it.
It's a run-down, outmoded farm
in the middle of
an agricultural recession.
Of course, I'll do my best to see
that everyone is retained
or re-employed elsewhere.
That's the least I could do.
Isn't there an alternative?
That we move down here and...
..and keep the farm in the family
and we keep these
people in their homes?
Can we even think of doing
such a thing?
KNOCK AT DOOR
She's ready for you, sir.
Careful with that.
That's from London. Ma'am.
I hardly think your father
expected you to spend your
inheritance on a traction engine.
SHE LAUGHS
Mr Appleby.
Gideon.
Going in there, is him, sir?
That's the plan.
Yes, sir.
Just don't expect everyone
to welcome these changes
with open arms.
If we don't do something radical,
this place will die.
This traction engine
will revolutionise
how this farm is run, you'll see.
I think you might be the most
blindly optimistic person
I've ever met. I wonder if it's
actually a psychological condition.
SHE LAUGHS
WHISTLES AND ENGINE RATTLES
All ready, Gideon?
John!
Sit on the plough, man!
Carpe Diem.
WHISTLING
KNOCK AT DOOR
FOOTSTEPS THEN DOOR OPENS
DISTANT CHATTER
As you know, Harriet has always been
a bright and lovely child.
Then Mary and I noticed her getting
more and more remote from us -
subdued.
SQUEAKING AND WHIRRING
Well, she finds herself caught
between childhood and womanhood.
It's an exciting but very,
very awkward place.
Yes, that's what we told ourselves.
But we've watched as the spark
went from her eyes.
PIGS GRUNT
PIGS SQUEAL
We have heard about your pioneering
work in psychology
and know that you have had
a great success in London
with aberrant behaviour. Your...
your mother always so proudly
showed us your cuttings.
That work is...
..behind me, at least for now.
This is a new start for us and
I must give it my full attention.
Hmm.
You look tired.
Extremely desirable, but tired.
HE LAUGHS
Go to bed, strumpet.
I will...
with you.
Well, let me just finish
these accounts.
Are they bad?
Every time I wrote to her
I asked her how the farm was doing
and every time she wrote back
to me she said it was fine.
She probably didn't want
to worry you.
Well, I'm worried now.
We can make it work, can't we?
I love it here, we have to.
Well, if we could convince
the railway to bring a branch line
across our lands...
Then that is what we shall do.
You had a good day, didn't you?
I did, thank you for asking.
You would have been proud of me.
I'm always proud of you.
You promise me you don't miss
London?
No.
Come to bed.
Or your work?
No.
Come to bed.
Soon.
Doesn't look like anybody's
been in here in years.
Nobody has, ma'am.
What do you think? Oh!
Very fetching.
THEY LAUGH
Is it true you used to take
photographs of kings and queens,
ma'am?
Er, more debutantes and dogs,
actually.
Mr Nathan's boy.
Gabriel.
Did you know him?
Not really.
I used to hear a little boy's
laughter in the house...
then, one day, no more laughter.
# Which makes the valleys
thick to stand
# With corn to fill
the reaper's hand... #
Won't bite, John!
# All this, you well may understand
# Comes from the ploughing boy. #
He looks like me
on my wedding night.
It's good to have you back, sir.
I never thought I'd
live to see the day.
DOOR CLOSES
Nathan?
Harriet?
Harriet!
What are you doing?
Help.
It's all right.
Give me your hand. Your hand.
Nathan!
What's happened?
Gwen, I want you to send
one of the boys to the vicarage,
tell them that Harriet is quite safe
and she's spending the night with
us.
Let's get you warm.
I said I would monitor
her for a few days.
We've been down here five minutes
and you've gone back to being
a psychologist.
Hardly that. The girl's more
troubled than I thought, that's all.
She needs me.
I need you. The farm needs you.
You saw her last night.
I can't turn my back on her.
Charlotte...
I've known the Dennings for years.
I've known Harriet since she was
a little girl, she's changed.
She's definitely different.
You'll do what you want to do,
you always do.
That's not fair.
Do what you can for the girl,
of course, you must.
Just do it quickly.
It's wonderful. Who took it?
My wife.
Your second wife.
Yes, my second wife.
Come and sit down.
So...
Tell me what happened.
What do you mean?
Well, you walked the best
part of a mile in your bare feet
to stand in my lake.
If I hadn't seen you from
the window... I don't remember.
You don't remember how you got here?
No.
Do you remember why
you were standing in the lake?
Harriet?
The man told me to.
What man?
The man that comes to me.
Who is he?
Does he have a name?
Do you think
she would take my portrait?
Ibsen...
Zola...
Darwin.
We're interested in ideas,
my daughter and I.
She's a remarkable child, Appleby.
Until these last weeks, she was
a dream of what a daughter could be.
WOODEN THUMP
What are you doing?
That's never been opened.
Have you ever looked for
an alcoholic's secret bottle?
No, of course not.
You won't find it
in the drinks cabinet.
The phonograph in your study -
where did you get it from?
CRACKLY RECORDING PLAYS
'Since my time at Shepzoy,
which is all my life,
'we've mostly favoured Tremlett.'
It's Gideon!
'There was something of a change
to Yarlington Mill in the 1860s,
'then back to Tremlett.
'Now, Mrs Appleby...' One of
the greatest inventions of our age
and Gideon's talking of
cider apple varieties!
HE LAUGHS
You could be dead and buried
a hundred years
and people could still hear
what you sounded like. Mmm.
WOMAN'S VOICE: 'Get near
the machine.
'Here, speak into it.'
BOY'S VOICE: 'Daddy? Daddy?'
'Move a bit nearer, Gabriel.'
'Daddy, where are you, Daddy?'
'Daddy? Daddy!
Where are you, Daddy?'
RECORDING STOPS
'Daddy? Daddy?
'Daddy, where are you, Daddy?'
GRUNTING AND MOANING
I suppose I'll be seeing you
next year, then?
If I'm not married...
perhaps even if I am.
Miss.
WHISTLING
'My name is Abel North.
'The people in this village
wouldn't spit on me
'if I was on fire,
truth be told, and nor I them.
'Bunch of wretches
and vagrants, every one.
'Except for the wenches,
the young ones.
'Like fresh fruit waiting to be
plucked. I'll pluck them, all right.
'Don't look like that.' Who is it?
'You won't bury me,
so what do you care?'
Turn it off, Nathan, it's horrible.
'You'll never bury me...
Bury me... Bury me...
'bury me...'
MIMICKING ABEL NORTH: No river
for the likes of you.
GIDEON: Abel North is one of
the meanest, most godless men
I have ever had the misfortune
to share a flagon with.
John, you remember Abel North?
His father was one of them
Baptist preachers,
travelling around dunking folk.
He was hard on Abel, I do know that.
Whipped him like a dog.
Where is he now?
In hell...if the devil'll have him.
THUNDER RUMBLES
HE CHUCKLES
Jesus Christ, John!
About Abel North, sir.
One night, when he was in his cups
in The Wheatsheaf,
he did boast of something.
DRUNKEN CHAT AND LAUGHTER
He said he killed a woman, sir.
A woman from the workhouse.
Did you tell anyone?
There was no evidence, sir.
When he was sober next day,
he denied it all.
But his eyes -
they were laughing at me.
Sir.
ABEL NORTH: 'Like fresh fruit
waiting to be plucked...'
What interests me is, out of all
the different voices you could
have chosen, you chose Abel North.
Why was that, Harriet?
I chose nobody.
RECORDING STOPS
Abel North's voice
is very distinctive.
Are you calling me a liar?
No.
Then I'll tell you one more time -
I've never seen
any of this before in my life.
THEY LAUGH
She's a strange one, ma'am,
ain't she, that Miss Harriet?
Troubled is the word
my husband would use.
Still, I'm sure
Mr Appleby can look after himself.
Let's talk about Abel North.
I'd rather talk
about your patients in London.
What would you like to know?
What sort of people were they?
All sorts,
rich and poor, old and young...
..but all were troubled and had
got themselves lost in some way.
Lost? Mmm.
The old certainties are gone and
people look for meaning elsewhere -
in spiritualism...
..in mediums, in mesmerism...
..the occult...
..and some of those people got
damaged and became my patients.
Do you believe in ghosts?
I believe in
an open and scientific mind.
I have certainly seen
people haunted,
but only by an aspect of themselves,
never by a ghost.
But you and I, working together,
will conquer this, Harriet.
I think she's frightened
of her own sexuality.
She's listened to the cylinders
and created this unpleasant
male alter ego to justify her fears.
Gwen thinks she's out to seduce you.
HE CHUCKLES
What exactly are you doing?
Something for us to look at
when we're old and toothless.
Now...
try to look overwhelmed with lust.
All right.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
SHE LAUGHS
What was that?
LIGHT BLOWS
THEY LAUGH
DISTANT BANG
DISTANT CRASH
CREAKING, GLASS TINKLING
GLASS SHATTERS
The valve in the boiler
has been smashed.
Who would do such a thing?
I will write to
the manufacturers in Leeds,
they will send a replacement valve.
And in the meantime it just sits
here earning us precisely nothing.
We knew it wouldn't be easy,
Charlotte.
I didn't realise people would
vandalise their own futures.
I hate that thing, Mrs Appleby,
with all my heart.
It'll one day take our jobs
as it's already taken my pride.
Come now, John...
There is not a person here -
not one -
that would damage anything
belonging to this farm.
I'm sorry,
it was never my intention...
Please, John...
..forgive me. I am new here
and I will make mistakes.
We have to start making some
progress, Harriet.
I think I can help you, but I can
only help you if you trust me.
You can only help me
if you believe me.
Abel North is a symptom,
he's not the cause.
He's a ghost. No.
He's a ghost and he's inside me. No.
And there's nothing you can
do about it.
You wanted to know
when the gravestone was set, sir.
Yes, thank you, Gideon. Thank you.
There's something I have to do.
ENGINE ROARS
WOMAN'S VOICE: Nathan.
Nathan, you look tired.
HARRIET'S VOICE:
What do you want with him?
WOMAN'S VOICE: You leave him alone!
You leave my son alone!
CHILD'S VOICE: Daddy? Daddy?
Where are you?
That's enough.
Where are you, Daddy?
Where are you, Daddy?
I said, "That's enough!"
GRUFF VOICE: Where are you, Daddy?
Where are you?
Where are you, Daddy? Where are you?
Enough. Harriet, that's enough.
HARRIET'S VOICE: Don't hurt me!
Please, don't hurt me.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'm sorry.
No, Harriet.
GRUFF VOICE: You know you want to.
What's the new mistress like
to work for, then?
Oh... She's not shy and retiring,
I can tell you that.
She'll drag this farm to hell and
all of us with her,
you mark my words.
This new mistress does certainly
fill her clothes very pleasantly.
Shame on you, Gideon!
Don't mind us, John,
you just carry on.
She heard Gabriel's voice
on the cylinder, that's all.
I know, I know.
It's... It's just it...
It sounded so like him.
Which makes her cruel
and manipulative, not ill.
We find her... Yes.
..and we get her out of our lives.
# She stepped away from me
# And she moved through
the fair... #
Come on, my beauties.
# And fondly I watched her... #
CROWS CAW
# Move here and move there
# Then she went her way
homeward... #
Walk on.
# With one star awake
# As the swans in the evening... #
There she is. Harriet!
# Move over the lake. #
John?
NECK SNAPS
John!
SHE SCREAMS
Perhaps he was ill, or in debt.
But if he was in trouble,
why didn't he just come to me?
Maybe it was what I said. No.
I practically accused him
of sabotaging that stupid machine.
No. He loved this farm.
Three generations of Roebucks
have ploughed this land.
I've known him my whole life.
What he did today,
I just don't understand it.
Are they ever going to trust us now?
CREAKING
SHE WHIMPERS
This will help you sleep.
I'll send Gwen to get her parents.
No.
The girl needs proper care -
doctors, hospital.
She's hurting herself! How long
before she hurts someone else?
She was entrusted into my care
and I will do my best for her.
Is this empathy, Nathan,
or arrogance? She needs rest.
In the morning,
if her parents agree with you...
..I'll send her to my colleagues in
London.
And we shall see
if we still have a farm to run.
Morning, ma'am.
You came.
Of course we came.
This is what we do.
Morning, ma'am.
Morning, ma'am.
Morning, ma'am.
RECORDING: Don't look like that.
You won't bury me,
so what do you care?
You'll never bury me...
Bury me... Bury me... Bury me...
No river for the likes of you,
he said. Wretched boy.
Evil boy. Never a river for you.
HORSE AND CARRIAGE APPROACHES
Charlie.
Help me, Charlie.
Miss Harriet?
Take me to her.
She is upstairs.
What is wrong with you,
Miss Harriet?
I nearly went to
meet my maker, I did.
SHE SCREAMS
GRUFF VOICE: He that believeth
and is baptised shall be saved.
HARRIET GROWLS
It's well-founded.
There have been cases of double
or even triple consciousness
existing within the same person.
Can you help her?
That is the only question here.
I would like your permission
to hypnotise Harriet.
Hypnotise?
Are you a doctor or
a fairground turn, Mr Appleby?
Thank you both for your time and
patience...
One moment more
and your daughter was a murderer -
that's what the law will say.
Take Harriet out of this house now,
you start her on a journey
that could end up in the asylum,
perhaps even prison.
Listen to him, Mary.
If anyone can help Harriet,
it's him.
There is no Abel North.
What you think of as Abel North is a
splinter of your own personality...
..exaggerated and
unbalancing the whole.
I want you to
concentrate on the watch.
WATCH TICKS
Look steadily at the watch.
Let everything else fade away.
Relax. Listen to the sound of my
voice.
Let all your worries and stresses
fall from your shoulders.
Feel them flowing through the end of
your fingers.
I'm going to count to five and,
at the sound of each number,
you will be deeper, safer.
One,
two,
three,
four,
five.
Is that strictly necessary?
Can you remember
a time before Abel North?
The last moment you remember
being completely happy -
can you do that for me?
Can you remember
when that happy day got compromised,
when the happiness was darkened?
Can you remember the first time
you saw Abel North?
What happened between those
two memories, Harriet?
Let me speak to him.
Let me speak to Abel North.
Will he come out and speak to me?
Is that because Abel North
is a coward,
abhorred, despised, pitied...
SHE MUTTERS
..or is it because...
..he does not exist?
SHE SPITS
SHE CACKLES
What is happening in there?
Speak to me, Abel.
Why Harriet?
Is it because you think she is weak?
SHE CHUCKLES
Like the girl from the workhouse?
Tell me about your father, Abel.
He was a preacher.
SHE COUGHS
He was a man of God.
SHE GROWLS
Imagine a life without love -
what a bleak
and desolate prospect that is.
But you don't need to imagine it,
do you, Abel? You lived it.
Open the door, man!
Your father loved God,
he loved the people he baptised,
but he didn't love you.
He hated you. He despised you.
Help me.
Please help. Harriet...
WOMAN'S VOICE:
What do you want with him?
You leave him alone!
CHILD'S VOICE:
Daddy? Where are you, Daddy?
You heard those voices...
Where's my boat, Daddy?
..on the phonograph.
I want to sail my boat.
GRUFF VOICE: He's lonely.
No, he is not.
He's got me now.
I'm going to wake you up now,
Harriet.
Do not open this door!
SHE CACKLES, GIGGLES
When I get to the number five,
you will be wide awake,
refreshed, alert.
One, two, three, four, five.
Harriet, you are awake.
Get her back, man!
Harriet, listen to me.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name...
You'll never bury me.
Why? Why won't he bury you?!
He that believeth
and is baptised shall be saved.
What are you doing?
Stop him!
Appleby! Nathan?
What are you doing?!
Abel North was never baptised.
Get in.
Do it!
He that believeth
and is baptised shall be saved.
I baptise thee in the name
of the Father and of the Son
and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen.
Father!
HE LAUGHS
What did we see, Charlotte?
A troubled girl who is less
troubled now, I hope.
We lay to rest John Roebuck.
# Immortal, invisible
# God only wise
# In light inaccessible
# Hid from our eyes
# Most blessed, most glorious
# The Ancient of Days
# Almighty victorious... #
# So early in the morning
# To harrow, plough and sow
# And with a gentle cast, my boys
# Unresting
# We'll give the corn a throw
# Unhasting... #
# Which makes the valleys
thick to stand
# With corn to fill
the reaper's hand
# All this, you well may understand
# Comes from the ploughing boy... #
Did we get a glimpse
beyond the veil?
I don't know. I don't need to know.
# Our master he does welcome us
# And unlocks the cellar door
# With cake and ale
we'll have our fill
# Because we've done our work
so well
# There's none here
can excel the skill
# Of a brave ploughing boy. #
CREAKING
Do you believe in ghosts, Denning?
Yes.
What is it?
It's just children playing.
At this time of night?
They are just pictures
in your head.
I don't belong here.
What lies beneath
should be left beneath.
Charlie.
Daddy.
the hay harvest
as the subject of the Sunday sermon?
Like you did last year
and the year before that?
"Be not deceived.
"God is not mocked,
for whatsoever a man soweth,
"that shall he also reap."
SHE GASPS
You let her read these books,
most of which should not even be
in a Christian household.
You fill her head with ideas
and doubts and confusions.
She has an alert and
voracious mind - it must be fed.
She's a child!
SHE SCREAMS
Harriet?
Harriet!
A MAN LAUGHS
Harriet! Harriet!
Harriet?
Father.
We heard a voice - a man's voice.
A man?
If you're sure you're all right?
Of course.
Goodnight.
STRANGE VOICE: Fresh fruit,
waiting to be plucked.
# This one night
# This one night
# Every night and all
# Fire and sleet and candlelight
# And Christ receive thy soul. #
Can I move?
I think there's a mouse in my boot.
I took the photograph ages ago,
I was just looking at you.
SHE LAUGHS AND SHRIEKS
SHE LAUGHS
Not now! We're late enough as it is.
You're home.
Mr Nathan!
Mr Nathan's back.
Welcome home, sir.
Thank you, Gideon.
Good to see you again, ma'am.
Thank you, William. Thank you.
How's the cider, Gideon?
Oh, proper drop, sir.
All ready for the solstice tonight.
Good to see you, John.
Sir. Ma'am.
Gwen. Mr Nathan.
Mrs Appleby. Gwen.
DOG BARKS
Toby!
How is she?
She's weak, sir, but looking
forward to seeing you.
Thank you, Gwen,
for looking after her.
Vienna? What on earth were
you doing in Vienna?
I was invited to give a talk
about psychological trauma.
Where's your laudanum?
I'm so proud of you, Nathan.
You've achieved so much.
Charlotte and I might stay
a little longer this time.
I've missed the farm.
No, Nathan,
you are not to stay here
and mollycoddle an old woman.
Your life is in London -
your work, your patients.
Charlotte, tell your husband
he's needed back in London.
Actually, I was thinking,
a few weeks in the country is just
what we need.
Oh!
They're ready to light the bonfire.
Nathan.
Let Gideon do it.
An Appleby always lights
the solstice fire.
# If ever thou gave
clothes and shoes
# Every night and all
# Sit thee down and put them on
# And Christ receive thy soul
# From bridge of dread
when thou may pass
# Every night and all
# To Purgatory dogs at last
# And Christ receive thy soul
# No meat or drink thou never gave
# Every night and all
# The fire shall burn thee
to thy bone... #
FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYS
Cider brandy?
Strong! So am I.
Nathan.
SING-SONG TONE: Nathan.
Who are you?
What do you want with him?
You leave him alone.
You leave my son alone!
She was a good mistress. Mmm.
A good mother and grandmother.
Grandmother?
Mr Nathan's son, Gabriel.
When his first wife died,
he stayed in London with his work
and Gabriel was sent here to be
brought up by Mrs Appleby.
That's right.
Doted on that boy, she did. Mm-hmm.
Broke her heart when....
He won't keep the house on with
such memories, will he?
He'll sell it, for sure.
GIDEON: Mr Nathan won't let us down,
I'm sure of that.
This day was always going to come.
Now the world will change,
you'll see.
We could sell it.
It's a run-down, outmoded farm
in the middle of
an agricultural recession.
Of course, I'll do my best to see
that everyone is retained
or re-employed elsewhere.
That's the least I could do.
Isn't there an alternative?
That we move down here and...
..and keep the farm in the family
and we keep these
people in their homes?
Can we even think of doing
such a thing?
KNOCK AT DOOR
She's ready for you, sir.
Careful with that.
That's from London. Ma'am.
I hardly think your father
expected you to spend your
inheritance on a traction engine.
SHE LAUGHS
Mr Appleby.
Gideon.
Going in there, is him, sir?
That's the plan.
Yes, sir.
Just don't expect everyone
to welcome these changes
with open arms.
If we don't do something radical,
this place will die.
This traction engine
will revolutionise
how this farm is run, you'll see.
I think you might be the most
blindly optimistic person
I've ever met. I wonder if it's
actually a psychological condition.
SHE LAUGHS
WHISTLES AND ENGINE RATTLES
All ready, Gideon?
John!
Sit on the plough, man!
Carpe Diem.
WHISTLING
KNOCK AT DOOR
FOOTSTEPS THEN DOOR OPENS
DISTANT CHATTER
As you know, Harriet has always been
a bright and lovely child.
Then Mary and I noticed her getting
more and more remote from us -
subdued.
SQUEAKING AND WHIRRING
Well, she finds herself caught
between childhood and womanhood.
It's an exciting but very,
very awkward place.
Yes, that's what we told ourselves.
But we've watched as the spark
went from her eyes.
PIGS GRUNT
PIGS SQUEAL
We have heard about your pioneering
work in psychology
and know that you have had
a great success in London
with aberrant behaviour. Your...
your mother always so proudly
showed us your cuttings.
That work is...
..behind me, at least for now.
This is a new start for us and
I must give it my full attention.
Hmm.
You look tired.
Extremely desirable, but tired.
HE LAUGHS
Go to bed, strumpet.
I will...
with you.
Well, let me just finish
these accounts.
Are they bad?
Every time I wrote to her
I asked her how the farm was doing
and every time she wrote back
to me she said it was fine.
She probably didn't want
to worry you.
Well, I'm worried now.
We can make it work, can't we?
I love it here, we have to.
Well, if we could convince
the railway to bring a branch line
across our lands...
Then that is what we shall do.
You had a good day, didn't you?
I did, thank you for asking.
You would have been proud of me.
I'm always proud of you.
You promise me you don't miss
London?
No.
Come to bed.
Or your work?
No.
Come to bed.
Soon.
Doesn't look like anybody's
been in here in years.
Nobody has, ma'am.
What do you think? Oh!
Very fetching.
THEY LAUGH
Is it true you used to take
photographs of kings and queens,
ma'am?
Er, more debutantes and dogs,
actually.
Mr Nathan's boy.
Gabriel.
Did you know him?
Not really.
I used to hear a little boy's
laughter in the house...
then, one day, no more laughter.
# Which makes the valleys
thick to stand
# With corn to fill
the reaper's hand... #
Won't bite, John!
# All this, you well may understand
# Comes from the ploughing boy. #
He looks like me
on my wedding night.
It's good to have you back, sir.
I never thought I'd
live to see the day.
DOOR CLOSES
Nathan?
Harriet?
Harriet!
What are you doing?
Help.
It's all right.
Give me your hand. Your hand.
Nathan!
What's happened?
Gwen, I want you to send
one of the boys to the vicarage,
tell them that Harriet is quite safe
and she's spending the night with
us.
Let's get you warm.
I said I would monitor
her for a few days.
We've been down here five minutes
and you've gone back to being
a psychologist.
Hardly that. The girl's more
troubled than I thought, that's all.
She needs me.
I need you. The farm needs you.
You saw her last night.
I can't turn my back on her.
Charlotte...
I've known the Dennings for years.
I've known Harriet since she was
a little girl, she's changed.
She's definitely different.
You'll do what you want to do,
you always do.
That's not fair.
Do what you can for the girl,
of course, you must.
Just do it quickly.
It's wonderful. Who took it?
My wife.
Your second wife.
Yes, my second wife.
Come and sit down.
So...
Tell me what happened.
What do you mean?
Well, you walked the best
part of a mile in your bare feet
to stand in my lake.
If I hadn't seen you from
the window... I don't remember.
You don't remember how you got here?
No.
Do you remember why
you were standing in the lake?
Harriet?
The man told me to.
What man?
The man that comes to me.
Who is he?
Does he have a name?
Do you think
she would take my portrait?
Ibsen...
Zola...
Darwin.
We're interested in ideas,
my daughter and I.
She's a remarkable child, Appleby.
Until these last weeks, she was
a dream of what a daughter could be.
WOODEN THUMP
What are you doing?
That's never been opened.
Have you ever looked for
an alcoholic's secret bottle?
No, of course not.
You won't find it
in the drinks cabinet.
The phonograph in your study -
where did you get it from?
CRACKLY RECORDING PLAYS
'Since my time at Shepzoy,
which is all my life,
'we've mostly favoured Tremlett.'
It's Gideon!
'There was something of a change
to Yarlington Mill in the 1860s,
'then back to Tremlett.
'Now, Mrs Appleby...' One of
the greatest inventions of our age
and Gideon's talking of
cider apple varieties!
HE LAUGHS
You could be dead and buried
a hundred years
and people could still hear
what you sounded like. Mmm.
WOMAN'S VOICE: 'Get near
the machine.
'Here, speak into it.'
BOY'S VOICE: 'Daddy? Daddy?'
'Move a bit nearer, Gabriel.'
'Daddy, where are you, Daddy?'
'Daddy? Daddy!
Where are you, Daddy?'
RECORDING STOPS
'Daddy? Daddy?
'Daddy, where are you, Daddy?'
GRUNTING AND MOANING
I suppose I'll be seeing you
next year, then?
If I'm not married...
perhaps even if I am.
Miss.
WHISTLING
'My name is Abel North.
'The people in this village
wouldn't spit on me
'if I was on fire,
truth be told, and nor I them.
'Bunch of wretches
and vagrants, every one.
'Except for the wenches,
the young ones.
'Like fresh fruit waiting to be
plucked. I'll pluck them, all right.
'Don't look like that.' Who is it?
'You won't bury me,
so what do you care?'
Turn it off, Nathan, it's horrible.
'You'll never bury me...
Bury me... Bury me...
'bury me...'
MIMICKING ABEL NORTH: No river
for the likes of you.
GIDEON: Abel North is one of
the meanest, most godless men
I have ever had the misfortune
to share a flagon with.
John, you remember Abel North?
His father was one of them
Baptist preachers,
travelling around dunking folk.
He was hard on Abel, I do know that.
Whipped him like a dog.
Where is he now?
In hell...if the devil'll have him.
THUNDER RUMBLES
HE CHUCKLES
Jesus Christ, John!
About Abel North, sir.
One night, when he was in his cups
in The Wheatsheaf,
he did boast of something.
DRUNKEN CHAT AND LAUGHTER
He said he killed a woman, sir.
A woman from the workhouse.
Did you tell anyone?
There was no evidence, sir.
When he was sober next day,
he denied it all.
But his eyes -
they were laughing at me.
Sir.
ABEL NORTH: 'Like fresh fruit
waiting to be plucked...'
What interests me is, out of all
the different voices you could
have chosen, you chose Abel North.
Why was that, Harriet?
I chose nobody.
RECORDING STOPS
Abel North's voice
is very distinctive.
Are you calling me a liar?
No.
Then I'll tell you one more time -
I've never seen
any of this before in my life.
THEY LAUGH
She's a strange one, ma'am,
ain't she, that Miss Harriet?
Troubled is the word
my husband would use.
Still, I'm sure
Mr Appleby can look after himself.
Let's talk about Abel North.
I'd rather talk
about your patients in London.
What would you like to know?
What sort of people were they?
All sorts,
rich and poor, old and young...
..but all were troubled and had
got themselves lost in some way.
Lost? Mmm.
The old certainties are gone and
people look for meaning elsewhere -
in spiritualism...
..in mediums, in mesmerism...
..the occult...
..and some of those people got
damaged and became my patients.
Do you believe in ghosts?
I believe in
an open and scientific mind.
I have certainly seen
people haunted,
but only by an aspect of themselves,
never by a ghost.
But you and I, working together,
will conquer this, Harriet.
I think she's frightened
of her own sexuality.
She's listened to the cylinders
and created this unpleasant
male alter ego to justify her fears.
Gwen thinks she's out to seduce you.
HE CHUCKLES
What exactly are you doing?
Something for us to look at
when we're old and toothless.
Now...
try to look overwhelmed with lust.
All right.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
SHE LAUGHS
What was that?
LIGHT BLOWS
THEY LAUGH
DISTANT BANG
DISTANT CRASH
CREAKING, GLASS TINKLING
GLASS SHATTERS
The valve in the boiler
has been smashed.
Who would do such a thing?
I will write to
the manufacturers in Leeds,
they will send a replacement valve.
And in the meantime it just sits
here earning us precisely nothing.
We knew it wouldn't be easy,
Charlotte.
I didn't realise people would
vandalise their own futures.
I hate that thing, Mrs Appleby,
with all my heart.
It'll one day take our jobs
as it's already taken my pride.
Come now, John...
There is not a person here -
not one -
that would damage anything
belonging to this farm.
I'm sorry,
it was never my intention...
Please, John...
..forgive me. I am new here
and I will make mistakes.
We have to start making some
progress, Harriet.
I think I can help you, but I can
only help you if you trust me.
You can only help me
if you believe me.
Abel North is a symptom,
he's not the cause.
He's a ghost. No.
He's a ghost and he's inside me. No.
And there's nothing you can
do about it.
You wanted to know
when the gravestone was set, sir.
Yes, thank you, Gideon. Thank you.
There's something I have to do.
ENGINE ROARS
WOMAN'S VOICE: Nathan.
Nathan, you look tired.
HARRIET'S VOICE:
What do you want with him?
WOMAN'S VOICE: You leave him alone!
You leave my son alone!
CHILD'S VOICE: Daddy? Daddy?
Where are you?
That's enough.
Where are you, Daddy?
Where are you, Daddy?
I said, "That's enough!"
GRUFF VOICE: Where are you, Daddy?
Where are you?
Where are you, Daddy? Where are you?
Enough. Harriet, that's enough.
HARRIET'S VOICE: Don't hurt me!
Please, don't hurt me.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'm sorry.
No, Harriet.
GRUFF VOICE: You know you want to.
What's the new mistress like
to work for, then?
Oh... She's not shy and retiring,
I can tell you that.
She'll drag this farm to hell and
all of us with her,
you mark my words.
This new mistress does certainly
fill her clothes very pleasantly.
Shame on you, Gideon!
Don't mind us, John,
you just carry on.
She heard Gabriel's voice
on the cylinder, that's all.
I know, I know.
It's... It's just it...
It sounded so like him.
Which makes her cruel
and manipulative, not ill.
We find her... Yes.
..and we get her out of our lives.
# She stepped away from me
# And she moved through
the fair... #
Come on, my beauties.
# And fondly I watched her... #
CROWS CAW
# Move here and move there
# Then she went her way
homeward... #
Walk on.
# With one star awake
# As the swans in the evening... #
There she is. Harriet!
# Move over the lake. #
John?
NECK SNAPS
John!
SHE SCREAMS
Perhaps he was ill, or in debt.
But if he was in trouble,
why didn't he just come to me?
Maybe it was what I said. No.
I practically accused him
of sabotaging that stupid machine.
No. He loved this farm.
Three generations of Roebucks
have ploughed this land.
I've known him my whole life.
What he did today,
I just don't understand it.
Are they ever going to trust us now?
CREAKING
SHE WHIMPERS
This will help you sleep.
I'll send Gwen to get her parents.
No.
The girl needs proper care -
doctors, hospital.
She's hurting herself! How long
before she hurts someone else?
She was entrusted into my care
and I will do my best for her.
Is this empathy, Nathan,
or arrogance? She needs rest.
In the morning,
if her parents agree with you...
..I'll send her to my colleagues in
London.
And we shall see
if we still have a farm to run.
Morning, ma'am.
You came.
Of course we came.
This is what we do.
Morning, ma'am.
Morning, ma'am.
Morning, ma'am.
RECORDING: Don't look like that.
You won't bury me,
so what do you care?
You'll never bury me...
Bury me... Bury me... Bury me...
No river for the likes of you,
he said. Wretched boy.
Evil boy. Never a river for you.
HORSE AND CARRIAGE APPROACHES
Charlie.
Help me, Charlie.
Miss Harriet?
Take me to her.
She is upstairs.
What is wrong with you,
Miss Harriet?
I nearly went to
meet my maker, I did.
SHE SCREAMS
GRUFF VOICE: He that believeth
and is baptised shall be saved.
HARRIET GROWLS
It's well-founded.
There have been cases of double
or even triple consciousness
existing within the same person.
Can you help her?
That is the only question here.
I would like your permission
to hypnotise Harriet.
Hypnotise?
Are you a doctor or
a fairground turn, Mr Appleby?
Thank you both for your time and
patience...
One moment more
and your daughter was a murderer -
that's what the law will say.
Take Harriet out of this house now,
you start her on a journey
that could end up in the asylum,
perhaps even prison.
Listen to him, Mary.
If anyone can help Harriet,
it's him.
There is no Abel North.
What you think of as Abel North is a
splinter of your own personality...
..exaggerated and
unbalancing the whole.
I want you to
concentrate on the watch.
WATCH TICKS
Look steadily at the watch.
Let everything else fade away.
Relax. Listen to the sound of my
voice.
Let all your worries and stresses
fall from your shoulders.
Feel them flowing through the end of
your fingers.
I'm going to count to five and,
at the sound of each number,
you will be deeper, safer.
One,
two,
three,
four,
five.
Is that strictly necessary?
Can you remember
a time before Abel North?
The last moment you remember
being completely happy -
can you do that for me?
Can you remember
when that happy day got compromised,
when the happiness was darkened?
Can you remember the first time
you saw Abel North?
What happened between those
two memories, Harriet?
Let me speak to him.
Let me speak to Abel North.
Will he come out and speak to me?
Is that because Abel North
is a coward,
abhorred, despised, pitied...
SHE MUTTERS
..or is it because...
..he does not exist?
SHE SPITS
SHE CACKLES
What is happening in there?
Speak to me, Abel.
Why Harriet?
Is it because you think she is weak?
SHE CHUCKLES
Like the girl from the workhouse?
Tell me about your father, Abel.
He was a preacher.
SHE COUGHS
He was a man of God.
SHE GROWLS
Imagine a life without love -
what a bleak
and desolate prospect that is.
But you don't need to imagine it,
do you, Abel? You lived it.
Open the door, man!
Your father loved God,
he loved the people he baptised,
but he didn't love you.
He hated you. He despised you.
Help me.
Please help. Harriet...
WOMAN'S VOICE:
What do you want with him?
You leave him alone!
CHILD'S VOICE:
Daddy? Where are you, Daddy?
You heard those voices...
Where's my boat, Daddy?
..on the phonograph.
I want to sail my boat.
GRUFF VOICE: He's lonely.
No, he is not.
He's got me now.
I'm going to wake you up now,
Harriet.
Do not open this door!
SHE CACKLES, GIGGLES
When I get to the number five,
you will be wide awake,
refreshed, alert.
One, two, three, four, five.
Harriet, you are awake.
Get her back, man!
Harriet, listen to me.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name...
You'll never bury me.
Why? Why won't he bury you?!
He that believeth
and is baptised shall be saved.
What are you doing?
Stop him!
Appleby! Nathan?
What are you doing?!
Abel North was never baptised.
Get in.
Do it!
He that believeth
and is baptised shall be saved.
I baptise thee in the name
of the Father and of the Son
and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen.
Father!
HE LAUGHS
What did we see, Charlotte?
A troubled girl who is less
troubled now, I hope.
We lay to rest John Roebuck.
# Immortal, invisible
# God only wise
# In light inaccessible
# Hid from our eyes
# Most blessed, most glorious
# The Ancient of Days
# Almighty victorious... #
# So early in the morning
# To harrow, plough and sow
# And with a gentle cast, my boys
# Unresting
# We'll give the corn a throw
# Unhasting... #
# Which makes the valleys
thick to stand
# With corn to fill
the reaper's hand
# All this, you well may understand
# Comes from the ploughing boy... #
Did we get a glimpse
beyond the veil?
I don't know. I don't need to know.
# Our master he does welcome us
# And unlocks the cellar door
# With cake and ale
we'll have our fill
# Because we've done our work
so well
# There's none here
can excel the skill
# Of a brave ploughing boy. #
CREAKING
Do you believe in ghosts, Denning?
Yes.
What is it?
It's just children playing.
At this time of night?
They are just pictures
in your head.
I don't belong here.
What lies beneath
should be left beneath.
Charlie.
Daddy.