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'It came down from the High Peak hollering and clamouring | 0:00:33 | 0:00:36 | |
'and we lost our heads and our hearts | 0:00:36 | 0:00:39 | |
'to the most exciting idea humankind has ever had - | 0:00:39 | 0:00:42 | |
'better than God or farming or electricity...' | 0:00:42 | 0:00:45 | |
'..which is love.' | 0:00:48 | 0:00:49 | |
What do we need to live? | 0:00:52 | 0:00:54 | |
Arnold, what...? | 0:00:58 | 0:01:00 | |
Come on. What can't we do without? | 0:01:00 | 0:01:02 | |
Jesus. | 0:01:04 | 0:01:05 | |
What else? | 0:01:05 | 0:01:07 | |
Servants. | 0:01:07 | 0:01:09 | |
What makes us human? | 0:01:09 | 0:01:10 | |
Oxygen? | 0:01:12 | 0:01:13 | |
And? | 0:01:13 | 0:01:14 | |
-Water? -Music, Norma. Music. | 0:01:14 | 0:01:18 | |
Arnold, I haven't left a busy shop to... | 0:01:18 | 0:01:20 | |
Come on, what do we do to music? | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
-Do? -Yeah. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:24 | |
Fall asleep? | 0:01:24 | 0:01:26 | |
Dance! | 0:01:26 | 0:01:27 | |
This is a dance hall. | 0:01:27 | 0:01:29 | |
This is... | 0:01:31 | 0:01:33 | |
Hey, it's like New Orleans in the Peak District. | 0:01:34 | 0:01:38 | |
I shall be returning forthwith to my duties | 0:01:42 | 0:01:45 | |
as a wife who stands behind the shop counter. | 0:01:45 | 0:01:47 | |
You will go forthwith to ascertain | 0:01:47 | 0:01:50 | |
that your feckless son hasn't turned a profitable boot factory into... | 0:01:50 | 0:01:53 | |
Norma Rose Hankin... | 0:01:53 | 0:01:55 | |
..will you come to the grand opening dance with me? | 0:01:56 | 0:01:59 | |
Have you lost all sense of decorum? | 0:02:03 | 0:02:05 | |
Aye, aye, I have! | 0:02:07 | 0:02:10 | |
And I'm going to replace it with jazz. | 0:02:10 | 0:02:13 | |
I don't understand. What's happening? | 0:02:17 | 0:02:20 | |
You a dancer, John? | 0:02:26 | 0:02:29 | |
No? | 0:02:29 | 0:02:30 | |
I could deliver t'milk straight to your shop every day, fresh. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:34 | |
Ah, but it wouldn't be bottled. | 0:02:34 | 0:02:36 | |
No, but it'd be... it'd be fresh. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:39 | |
But you can't guarantee the number of pints each day? | 0:02:39 | 0:02:43 | |
No. | 0:02:43 | 0:02:45 | |
I'm spending my life out in t'field, milking t'cows, every day. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:50 | |
I'm sorry for you, John. | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
There's no room for pity in business. | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
'I would have followed Martha Ellingham | 0:03:02 | 0:03:04 | |
'to the North Pole and back. | 0:03:04 | 0:03:06 | |
'Married, seven years my senior, | 0:03:06 | 0:03:09 | |
'she was the only girl for me. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:12 | |
'Only...she wasn't.' | 0:03:12 | 0:03:14 | |
'There was someone else. I just didn't know it yet.' | 0:03:17 | 0:03:22 | |
'Dear Bert, this is a difficult letter to write...' | 0:03:30 | 0:03:33 | |
'I've not told you how I feel, | 0:03:33 | 0:03:37 | |
'but if I don't soon, I think I might explode.' | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
'I'll be outside the bathhouse at 11 o'clock on Sunday | 0:03:42 | 0:03:45 | |
'if you'd like to meet me. | 0:03:45 | 0:03:47 | |
'We could go for a walk...' | 0:03:47 | 0:03:49 | |
'It wasn't signed and it wasn't dated.' | 0:03:51 | 0:03:54 | |
'Who'd have thought it would cause such a rumpus.' | 0:03:55 | 0:03:58 | |
Phoebe's done a love letter. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:04 | |
'The desire of the moth for the star | 0:04:11 | 0:04:14 | |
'Of the night for the morrow | 0:04:14 | 0:04:16 | |
'The devotion to something afar | 0:04:16 | 0:04:19 | |
'From the sphere of our sorrow.' | 0:04:19 | 0:04:21 | |
Grace? | 0:04:22 | 0:04:23 | |
Bert! | 0:04:27 | 0:04:28 | |
Where are you? | 0:04:30 | 0:04:31 | |
It's market day. | 0:04:41 | 0:04:42 | |
We'll sell t'calf. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:45 | |
But t'calf's young, John. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:51 | |
It's a calf. We're farmers. | 0:04:51 | 0:04:55 | |
You'll take t'calf to market and you'll get a good price for her. | 0:04:55 | 0:04:58 | |
You promised. | 0:04:58 | 0:04:59 | |
Listen to me. | 0:05:01 | 0:05:03 | |
The £5 Bert won goes towards wages for t'farm labourer. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:07 | |
We need money. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:09 | |
You promised. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:10 | |
Tell her, Bert. | 0:05:12 | 0:05:13 | |
If we sell t'calf now, then what? | 0:05:16 | 0:05:20 | |
A cow next week? | 0:05:20 | 0:05:21 | |
Then what happens? | 0:05:21 | 0:05:23 | |
We've less milk to sell. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:26 | |
-How does that work, John? -It has to. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:29 | |
Well, it's too small. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
What? | 0:05:34 | 0:05:36 | |
Something bigger needs to change. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:38 | |
THEY MURMUR | 0:05:57 | 0:06:00 | |
Every town, every village - always you. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:23 | |
Sorry? | 0:06:23 | 0:06:25 | |
Men of God, the first to turn up. | 0:06:25 | 0:06:28 | |
So what is it? | 0:06:28 | 0:06:31 | |
Fear? Guilt? | 0:06:31 | 0:06:33 | |
Sex. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:38 | |
"Married love." | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
Spread the word. | 0:06:52 | 0:06:53 | |
Come on, Mary. You heard your father. | 0:06:58 | 0:07:01 | |
I'm proud of you, Mary. | 0:07:03 | 0:07:05 | |
Come on. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:14 | |
Muddy udders. Get 'em washed when I'm gone. | 0:07:21 | 0:07:25 | |
It's market day, I'm going to The Lamb. | 0:07:25 | 0:07:28 | |
No, you're not. We're farmers. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:32 | |
HUBBUB | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
I'm going to take a risk | 0:07:38 | 0:07:39 | |
and guess that you're all over 30. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:43 | |
-I've stopped counting. -Which is good news. | 0:07:43 | 0:07:46 | |
Oh, I love a politician. Growing old is a good thing? | 0:07:46 | 0:07:49 | |
It is when it means women can vote. | 0:07:49 | 0:07:51 | |
Women? Are we not ladies?! | 0:07:51 | 0:07:53 | |
You're voters. You're not second class any more. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:57 | |
Socialists in shorts. | 0:07:59 | 0:08:01 | |
And they're a cycling club? | 0:08:01 | 0:08:03 | |
I don't care if it's the Coconut Club. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:05 | |
I'm not voting for anyone that wants to show me his knees. | 0:08:05 | 0:08:08 | |
You won't remember me. | 0:08:25 | 0:08:27 | |
Yes. Yes, I do. | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
You're Bert Middleton's mother. | 0:08:30 | 0:08:32 | |
Sunday at 11. Cycle ride from here up The Kinder Road. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:39 | |
There's always an answer, I promise. | 0:09:00 | 0:09:03 | |
And it's never as bad as you think. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:08 | |
Can intimate relations end a pregnancy? | 0:09:11 | 0:09:16 | |
No. | 0:09:16 | 0:09:17 | |
No, love, it's perfectly all right | 0:09:19 | 0:09:21 | |
to continue for as long as you want to. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:24 | |
It won't damage baby. | 0:09:24 | 0:09:26 | |
You should tell your husband not to worry. | 0:09:28 | 0:09:30 | |
He may get uncomfortable as you... as you get a lot bigger, | 0:09:30 | 0:09:34 | |
so you should give consideration | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
to the realm of sexual activity beyond intercourse. | 0:09:36 | 0:09:41 | |
Oh, don't worry. You might like it. | 0:09:43 | 0:09:45 | |
-Ladies do! -It's not my husband! | 0:09:45 | 0:09:48 | |
CHATTER | 0:09:52 | 0:09:54 | |
No advance! And it's sold to the gentleman... | 0:09:59 | 0:10:02 | |
You're Martha Lane. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:05 | |
Allingham. | 0:10:06 | 0:10:08 | |
What you doing here today? | 0:10:08 | 0:10:10 | |
Selling a calf. | 0:10:10 | 0:10:11 | |
You're selling a calf? | 0:10:11 | 0:10:13 | |
-Is that your calf over there? -I'll be right back. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
The thing is, I'm... I'm looking for a young calf. | 0:10:24 | 0:10:28 | |
I'll give you a good price. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:30 | |
We keep a pig... | 0:10:32 | 0:10:35 | |
kept a pig. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:37 | |
We killed it, two week ago. | 0:10:37 | 0:10:38 | |
It was nice to see you, Bert. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
FOOTSTEPS | 0:10:50 | 0:10:52 | |
It's one thing writing it, | 0:10:57 | 0:10:58 | |
it's quite another actually posting it. | 0:10:58 | 0:11:01 | |
I've asked a lot of you, haven't I? | 0:11:02 | 0:11:04 | |
No. No. | 0:11:04 | 0:11:06 | |
No, you've been a mother to the boys all this time. | 0:11:06 | 0:11:09 | |
Well, make sure you have some time | 0:11:09 | 0:11:11 | |
before you start being a mother again. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:13 | |
Is that what Mummy would have said? | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
She wrote me a letter before she died. | 0:11:19 | 0:11:22 | |
"To be opened when I'm gone away." | 0:11:22 | 0:11:24 | |
What did it say? | 0:11:24 | 0:11:25 | |
She said, "Women love a widower, | 0:11:25 | 0:11:27 | |
"so here's a list of ladies in the village you're not to let near you. | 0:11:27 | 0:11:30 | |
"If you do, I'll be back to haunt you." | 0:11:30 | 0:11:33 | |
-THEY GIGGLE -And the second thing? | 0:11:33 | 0:11:35 | |
"Remember how much we loved each other." | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
"And don't let Phoebe settle for anything less." | 0:11:40 | 0:11:43 | |
It's market day. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
If you're sure, | 0:11:50 | 0:11:52 | |
take it and give it to him. | 0:11:52 | 0:11:54 | |
SHOUTING | 0:12:21 | 0:12:23 | |
Agnes, you look unwell. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
-The glue... -Gets in your lungs. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:31 | |
Sorry. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:34 | |
Sorry? Why? | 0:12:34 | 0:12:37 | |
I can move you to packing boxes, | 0:12:38 | 0:12:40 | |
if you want to...move? | 0:12:40 | 0:12:43 | |
-Muddy udders. -What? | 0:12:52 | 0:12:54 | |
-Washing mud off t'cow's udders so t'milk stays clean. -Right. | 0:12:54 | 0:12:58 | |
CHURCH BELL RINGS | 0:12:58 | 0:13:01 | |
It's your round. | 0:13:09 | 0:13:10 | |
Bugger, bum, bugger, bum, bugger, bum. Bum and bugger! | 0:13:13 | 0:13:17 | |
Please...give him this, please? | 0:13:25 | 0:13:28 | |
Walk on! | 0:13:37 | 0:13:38 | |
Rosie Arbuthnot - haystack. | 0:14:03 | 0:14:06 | |
Haystack?! | 0:14:06 | 0:14:08 | |
-Yep. -On top or underneath? | 0:14:08 | 0:14:10 | |
I beg your pardon? | 0:14:10 | 0:14:13 | |
Behind! | 0:14:13 | 0:14:14 | |
Mr Eyre? | 0:14:16 | 0:14:17 | |
Frances Gifford, the day I got out of prison. | 0:14:19 | 0:14:23 | |
I was alone | 0:14:26 | 0:14:27 | |
and she reminded me what human warmth could be. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:32 | |
That's a very moving story. | 0:14:32 | 0:14:34 | |
Was she a prostitute? | 0:14:34 | 0:14:36 | |
Yes. | 0:14:38 | 0:14:40 | |
Bert? | 0:14:40 | 0:14:41 | |
He's waiting for the right girl. | 0:14:44 | 0:14:47 | |
Eh? Come on. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:49 | |
Have a good evening. | 0:15:07 | 0:15:08 | |
Lipstick. | 0:15:35 | 0:15:37 | |
Do you like it? | 0:15:38 | 0:15:39 | |
You're my girl. | 0:15:50 | 0:15:51 | |
Yeah. | 0:15:53 | 0:15:54 | |
-I've got an hour. -Is that all? | 0:16:00 | 0:16:03 | |
Edmund Allingham's got an electable face, | 0:16:03 | 0:16:05 | |
but he needs all of me brains and most of me time. | 0:16:05 | 0:16:08 | |
You're the only thing I leave the Big House for. | 0:16:08 | 0:16:11 | |
After the election will there be more than an hour? | 0:16:13 | 0:16:16 | |
What do you want, Agnes? | 0:16:16 | 0:16:18 | |
HE UNBUCKLES HIS BELT | 0:16:29 | 0:16:32 | |
(The desire of the moth for the star...) | 0:16:40 | 0:16:43 | |
(Of the night for the morrow.) | 0:16:44 | 0:16:47 | |
HE SNORES | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
COCKEREL CROWS | 0:17:23 | 0:17:26 | |
G-g-gas! | 0:17:27 | 0:17:29 | |
Gas masks on! | 0:17:29 | 0:17:30 | |
-MUFFLED SCREAMS -Gas masks on! | 0:17:30 | 0:17:33 | |
-GASPING: -It's me! It's me! | 0:17:37 | 0:17:39 | |
I'm...I'm so sorry. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:45 | |
-So sorry... -Please, please! | 0:17:45 | 0:17:47 | |
-I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry... -SHE SOBS | 0:17:47 | 0:17:51 | |
I didn't know... | 0:17:51 | 0:17:53 | |
-It's all right, it's all right. -I didn't... | 0:17:53 | 0:17:56 | |
Have you asked Hankin about taking our milk? | 0:17:58 | 0:18:01 | |
No. | 0:18:03 | 0:18:05 | |
We'll be late for chapel. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:06 | |
I've too much to do. | 0:18:08 | 0:18:09 | |
Too much for God? | 0:18:11 | 0:18:13 | |
Got something bigger, Grace? | 0:18:13 | 0:18:15 | |
I'm not coming either. I'm taking photos in t'village. | 0:18:18 | 0:18:21 | |
Come on. | 0:18:24 | 0:18:25 | |
I think I should sleep alone. | 0:19:04 | 0:19:06 | |
BICYCLE BELL RINGS | 0:19:29 | 0:19:32 | |
Hello. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:46 | |
I hoped you'd come. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:48 | |
-Did you? -Yes. | 0:19:48 | 0:19:50 | |
Nobody else has. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:52 | |
Can I be honest with you? | 0:19:52 | 0:19:55 | |
-Yes. -If you don't vote for me, I can't win this election. | 0:19:55 | 0:19:59 | |
I'm just one person. | 0:19:59 | 0:20:00 | |
You're the woman who's never voted before | 0:20:00 | 0:20:03 | |
and there are eight million like you. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
You are much, much more than one person. | 0:20:05 | 0:20:08 | |
Beautiful, isn't she? | 0:20:12 | 0:20:13 | |
The curve, here, and t'skirt guards, | 0:20:16 | 0:20:19 | |
which are a revolution in cycling. | 0:20:19 | 0:20:22 | |
But sometimes they don't work and a skirt can get caught. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:26 | |
So... | 0:20:26 | 0:20:28 | |
Bloomers. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:30 | |
I've, erm... | 0:20:35 | 0:20:37 | |
I've never been on a bicycle before. | 0:20:39 | 0:20:41 | |
You look exhausted, Mrs...? | 0:20:43 | 0:20:46 | |
Hankin. | 0:20:46 | 0:20:47 | |
Every night when I get into bed, | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
I hope things will be...better. | 0:20:56 | 0:21:00 | |
-I understand. -You do? | 0:21:00 | 0:21:01 | |
Each night is the same - dull, unexciting. | 0:21:01 | 0:21:04 | |
-Yes. -Well, first things first, Mrs Hankin. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:10 | |
Are you taking precautions? | 0:21:10 | 0:21:12 | |
Well, every married couple needs to plan, | 0:21:16 | 0:21:19 | |
so they can relax. | 0:21:19 | 0:21:20 | |
Oh, erm...no. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:25 | |
We don't, er... | 0:21:27 | 0:21:29 | |
How regularly do you and your husband enjoy yourselves? | 0:21:29 | 0:21:33 | |
Enjoy ourselves? | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
Never, that's why I'm here. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:41 | |
The man climbs on board, a huff and a puff and it's over. | 0:21:41 | 0:21:44 | |
You're not alone, I can help. | 0:21:44 | 0:21:48 | |
But in the meantime, | 0:21:48 | 0:21:50 | |
you need this. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:51 | |
I can show you how to fit it. | 0:21:54 | 0:21:56 | |
I think it's a bit big. | 0:21:59 | 0:22:01 | |
Oh, it's not for him. | 0:22:03 | 0:22:04 | |
Oh? | 0:22:06 | 0:22:07 | |
How long have you been married? | 0:22:09 | 0:22:12 | |
Years and years. | 0:22:12 | 0:22:13 | |
Without ever... | 0:22:13 | 0:22:14 | |
Nothing. | 0:22:16 | 0:22:17 | |
The thing is to catch him at the right moment | 0:22:19 | 0:22:22 | |
whilst not putting any pressure on him. | 0:22:22 | 0:22:24 | |
When he's doing something that makes him happy | 0:22:24 | 0:22:27 | |
and he's not thinking about the problem... | 0:22:27 | 0:22:29 | |
..pounce. | 0:22:31 | 0:22:33 | |
# Harlots and publicans | 0:22:36 | 0:22:41 | |
-# And thieves... # -Where's Grace? | 0:22:41 | 0:22:43 | |
# In holy triumph | 0:22:44 | 0:22:50 | |
# Join | 0:22:50 | 0:22:52 | |
# Saved is the sinner that... # | 0:22:52 | 0:22:56 | |
SHE GIGGLES | 0:22:56 | 0:22:59 | |
Sorry, you should just... | 0:22:59 | 0:23:00 | |
I'm holding you up, so you should just go... | 0:23:00 | 0:23:04 | |
# From crimes as great as mine. # | 0:23:04 | 0:23:12 | |
I'll...I can walk home from here. | 0:23:13 | 0:23:15 | |
I'm not having that. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:17 | |
You go on. We'll catch you up. | 0:23:18 | 0:23:20 | |
Right you are, Bill! | 0:23:20 | 0:23:21 | |
I promise you, you can do this. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:24 | |
-I can't. -Yes, you can. Go on... | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
'Lord...' | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
..we ask for your guidance in everything we do. | 0:23:34 | 0:23:37 | |
'Show us the right path to take...' | 0:23:39 | 0:23:40 | |
'..towards the brighter morning we all long for...' | 0:23:42 | 0:23:45 | |
Don't let go. Do no let go! | 0:23:45 | 0:23:48 | |
..the contentment we all seek in our lives of hard struggle. | 0:23:48 | 0:23:52 | |
Amen. | 0:23:53 | 0:23:55 | |
Look at me. | 0:23:57 | 0:23:59 | |
Don't think, you mustn't think. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:03 | |
Trust me. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
GIGGLING: Oh, I don't like this! | 0:24:15 | 0:24:17 | |
-I'm scared. -Head up. | 0:24:19 | 0:24:21 | |
Look forward. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:23 | |
-I'm looking. I am...ah! -Go! | 0:24:23 | 0:24:26 | |
SHE SHRIEKS AND GIGGLES | 0:24:26 | 0:24:29 | |
Yeah! | 0:24:30 | 0:24:31 | |
INDISTINCT CHATTER | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
Can I speak with you? | 0:24:44 | 0:24:45 | |
Yeah...just come over here. | 0:24:45 | 0:24:49 | |
Power, like a desolating pestilence, | 0:25:06 | 0:25:10 | |
pollutes what'er it touches. | 0:25:10 | 0:25:12 | |
Your man Percy. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
Can you make it up there? | 0:25:18 | 0:25:19 | |
Race you! | 0:25:22 | 0:25:24 | |
I work for me family and me farm | 0:25:27 | 0:25:31 | |
cos I'm proud of them. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:33 | |
What are you asking me? | 0:25:33 | 0:25:36 | |
Is pride a sin? | 0:25:36 | 0:25:38 | |
Am I to be punished for sinning? | 0:25:40 | 0:25:42 | |
No! | 0:25:42 | 0:25:44 | |
No. | 0:25:44 | 0:25:46 | |
When I'm outside and working with me hands, | 0:25:46 | 0:25:49 | |
I clasp them together like this, when it's cold, for warmth. | 0:25:49 | 0:25:54 | |
In prayer. | 0:25:54 | 0:25:56 | |
Is he listening? | 0:25:56 | 0:25:57 | |
Does he hear me? | 0:26:00 | 0:26:01 | |
Absolutely, yes. | 0:26:03 | 0:26:07 | |
Get down the mine and stay there | 0:26:35 | 0:26:38 | |
until your lungs hack up globs of black blood. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:41 | |
And when I've taken your breath away and you're on your deathbed, | 0:26:41 | 0:26:44 | |
then I'll let you stop making me money. But don't worry, | 0:26:44 | 0:26:47 | |
I'm not going away, | 0:26:47 | 0:26:49 | |
I'll be putting your sons | 0:26:49 | 0:26:50 | |
down the same dark hole in the ground as killed you. | 0:26:50 | 0:26:52 | |
They're for that, I'm against it. Can I have your vote, please? | 0:26:59 | 0:27:03 | |
Sorry. | 0:27:07 | 0:27:08 | |
No... | 0:27:09 | 0:27:10 | |
..you're angry. | 0:27:12 | 0:27:13 | |
There's an idea in England that anger and seriousness | 0:27:15 | 0:27:19 | |
are somehow bad manners. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:21 | |
Affability, easy charm, wit - all very English, | 0:27:21 | 0:27:25 | |
all bedfellows of conservatism and the right way to be. | 0:27:25 | 0:27:29 | |
We mustn't be seen to actually mean what we say. | 0:27:30 | 0:27:33 | |
You first or me? | 0:28:12 | 0:28:14 | |
-SHE LAUGHS -Together. | 0:28:16 | 0:28:19 | |
Woo-hoo, I like this! | 0:28:22 | 0:28:24 | |
-Hello. -Oh, hello. | 0:28:33 | 0:28:37 | |
You're not at the bathhouse. | 0:28:37 | 0:28:39 | |
Um...no! | 0:28:39 | 0:28:42 | |
You're here. | 0:28:42 | 0:28:43 | |
-Yes. -And I'm here, too. | 0:28:44 | 0:28:48 | |
Shall we walk? | 0:28:48 | 0:28:49 | |
Remember Mr Ingham at school? | 0:28:53 | 0:28:57 | |
When he was hitting you, | 0:28:57 | 0:28:59 | |
I felt it. | 0:28:59 | 0:29:00 | |
I mean, I REALLY felt it. | 0:29:02 | 0:29:04 | |
Do you want to know a secret? | 0:29:07 | 0:29:08 | |
I'm left-handed too, Bert. | 0:29:11 | 0:29:13 | |
Even if I wanted to take pictures. Of what? For who? | 0:29:22 | 0:29:28 | |
It's a village, Phoebe. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:30 | |
It's just a village. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:32 | |
Before she died, | 0:29:37 | 0:29:39 | |
my mother taught me the name of every wild flower she knew. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:42 | |
I've looked for them all | 0:29:45 | 0:29:47 | |
and I've found them all. | 0:29:47 | 0:29:50 | |
Every one within a mile of here. | 0:29:50 | 0:29:52 | |
It's not just a village. | 0:29:55 | 0:29:57 | |
I'll walk you home if you like. | 0:30:00 | 0:30:02 | |
-YOU'LL walk ME home? -If you like. | 0:30:04 | 0:30:06 | |
It's supposed to be the other way round, Phoebe. | 0:30:06 | 0:30:09 | |
-Then I'll let you pick me up on Friday. -Hmm? | 0:30:09 | 0:30:12 | |
The dance. I'll be ready at six. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:15 | |
There's a meeting at The Institute, Friday night. | 0:30:29 | 0:30:33 | |
You could come. | 0:30:33 | 0:30:34 | |
Wait. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:38 | |
Don't be frightened, you mustn't be frightened. | 0:30:47 | 0:30:51 | |
She's left-handed. | 0:31:04 | 0:31:06 | |
Well, that's good. | 0:31:06 | 0:31:07 | |
Who is? | 0:31:08 | 0:31:10 | |
Phoebe...from the station. | 0:31:10 | 0:31:12 | |
One of your cows is up in t'field - distressed. | 0:31:20 | 0:31:24 | |
She hasn't been milked. | 0:31:24 | 0:31:27 | |
Cruel, I'd say... | 0:31:27 | 0:31:31 | |
and your responsibility. | 0:31:31 | 0:31:33 | |
Flowers? | 0:32:11 | 0:32:12 | |
-Did you get t'milking done? -No. I was... | 0:32:14 | 0:32:16 | |
Reading? | 0:32:16 | 0:32:18 | |
And you? | 0:32:18 | 0:32:19 | |
Let me ask you something. | 0:32:19 | 0:32:22 | |
Does poetry run a farm? | 0:32:22 | 0:32:25 | |
He's more than just a poet - Shelley. | 0:32:26 | 0:32:28 | |
Where are you getting this from, eh? | 0:32:31 | 0:32:35 | |
-What's happening? -John... | 0:32:35 | 0:32:37 | |
You're my family! | 0:32:37 | 0:32:38 | |
Where are you? | 0:32:42 | 0:32:43 | |
The two most eligible bachelors in London | 0:32:59 | 0:33:01 | |
here at my humble country home. | 0:33:01 | 0:33:03 | |
Have you been reading Jane Austen, Mother? | 0:33:03 | 0:33:05 | |
Every day. | 0:33:05 | 0:33:07 | |
Robert. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:09 | |
Whenever I read Jane Austen I want to dig her up | 0:33:11 | 0:33:13 | |
and beat her over the skull with her own shin bone. | 0:33:13 | 0:33:17 | |
Oh? Is that you, Edmund, or someone else? | 0:33:17 | 0:33:21 | |
-Mark Twain, Mother. -Ah, yes. Huck and Tom and boats and whatnot. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:26 | |
There are books for boys and books for grown-up people. | 0:33:26 | 0:33:31 | |
Nothing happens, nobody says anything. | 0:33:31 | 0:33:34 | |
What pride, huh? | 0:33:34 | 0:33:35 | |
-What prejudice? -Oh! | 0:33:35 | 0:33:37 | |
It's not on the surface. It's underneath. | 0:33:37 | 0:33:39 | |
Would you be interested in marrying my daughter, Robert? | 0:33:41 | 0:33:44 | |
PANTING | 0:34:24 | 0:34:28 | |
HEAVY BREATHING | 0:34:30 | 0:34:33 | |
'I should never have married George Allingham.' | 0:34:46 | 0:34:48 | |
You were helping him. | 0:34:48 | 0:34:50 | |
He needed you, it was a sacrifice you made. | 0:34:50 | 0:34:53 | |
You don't condemn me? | 0:34:55 | 0:34:57 | |
There's enough pain and guilt in the world. | 0:34:57 | 0:34:59 | |
What kind of a minister are you? | 0:35:03 | 0:35:05 | |
I'm your father, | 0:35:05 | 0:35:07 | |
first and last. | 0:35:07 | 0:35:09 | |
What should I do? | 0:35:11 | 0:35:12 | |
There's a vacancy at the school. Mr Ingham is leaving. | 0:35:14 | 0:35:17 | |
He's opening a barber shop in Chesterfield. | 0:35:17 | 0:35:20 | |
I'm married, I can't teach. | 0:35:27 | 0:35:30 | |
I'm the committee! Yes, you can. | 0:35:30 | 0:35:32 | |
You'd be teaching alongside Mr Eyre of course, so... | 0:35:32 | 0:35:36 | |
But I'm sure he'll be delighted to have you. | 0:35:36 | 0:35:39 | |
MACHINES WHIR | 0:35:39 | 0:35:42 | |
WOMAN SCREAMS | 0:35:55 | 0:35:57 | |
Somebody help! | 0:36:03 | 0:36:05 | |
HE WHISPERS | 0:36:05 | 0:36:07 | |
Bairstow! | 0:36:16 | 0:36:17 | |
A worker moved. | 0:36:17 | 0:36:18 | |
The worker who took her place didn't know what she was doing and she... | 0:36:18 | 0:36:22 | |
Chopped her finger off. | 0:36:22 | 0:36:24 | |
Why did the first worker move? | 0:36:24 | 0:36:26 | |
-She was complaining. -About? | 0:36:26 | 0:36:28 | |
Conditions. | 0:36:28 | 0:36:29 | |
What, an agitator? | 0:36:29 | 0:36:31 | |
I suppose. | 0:36:31 | 0:36:33 | |
No, no. | 0:36:33 | 0:36:36 | |
Sack her. | 0:36:37 | 0:36:39 | |
I was in charge. I shouldn't have allowed the problem to arise. | 0:36:39 | 0:36:43 | |
Which is why it'll be your job. | 0:36:43 | 0:36:45 | |
-My job? -To tell her. | 0:36:45 | 0:36:47 | |
Just do it. | 0:36:50 | 0:36:52 | |
Have I lost my job? | 0:36:53 | 0:36:55 | |
I never should have listened to you, I shouldn't have moved. | 0:37:00 | 0:37:04 | |
I'm going to Allingham. This is not right. | 0:37:04 | 0:37:07 | |
It wasn't him? | 0:37:07 | 0:37:09 | |
No. | 0:37:09 | 0:37:10 | |
Well, who was it? | 0:37:10 | 0:37:12 | |
Your father? | 0:37:12 | 0:37:13 | |
Bairstow. | 0:37:13 | 0:37:15 | |
I promise, I'm going to make your life better. | 0:37:20 | 0:37:24 | |
(You can't. Nobody can.) | 0:37:24 | 0:37:28 | |
I swear to you that I will. | 0:37:28 | 0:37:31 | |
You're from Yorkshire, aren't you? | 0:38:08 | 0:38:10 | |
-Why? -You walk into rooms and sit down in them. | 0:38:12 | 0:38:16 | |
And then I speak me mind. | 0:38:17 | 0:38:20 | |
At least that's how the cliche goes. | 0:38:20 | 0:38:22 | |
What do you want? | 0:38:24 | 0:38:25 | |
Harriet Kilmartin. | 0:38:26 | 0:38:28 | |
Lord Kilmartin's youngest. | 0:38:30 | 0:38:33 | |
Sorry, what? | 0:38:33 | 0:38:35 | |
Your son has everything going for him | 0:38:37 | 0:38:41 | |
and one problem. | 0:38:41 | 0:38:42 | |
Which is? | 0:38:42 | 0:38:43 | |
Some of the wrong company. | 0:38:45 | 0:38:47 | |
Who? | 0:38:51 | 0:38:52 | |
It doesn't matter. | 0:38:54 | 0:38:55 | |
Late 30s and still a bachelor, | 0:38:57 | 0:39:00 | |
it's not right. | 0:39:00 | 0:39:02 | |
Harry...Harriet isn't married, either. | 0:39:03 | 0:39:06 | |
She's just the girl | 0:39:07 | 0:39:08 | |
for the next Home Secretary to spend his life with. | 0:39:08 | 0:39:11 | |
It needs sorting. | 0:39:25 | 0:39:27 | |
ENGINE GRUMBLES | 0:39:34 | 0:39:36 | |
Hey! What're you doing? | 0:39:45 | 0:39:48 | |
It's yours, isn't it? | 0:39:48 | 0:39:49 | |
I don't want your old milking machine. | 0:39:49 | 0:39:52 | |
I'll have your cows, though. | 0:39:52 | 0:39:54 | |
-What? -£3 a head. | 0:39:54 | 0:39:56 | |
You've got to be joking. | 0:39:58 | 0:40:00 | |
Don't be a fool, Middleton. I'm giving you a chance here. | 0:40:00 | 0:40:02 | |
Take it. | 0:40:02 | 0:40:04 | |
-I'm twice your age. -What's that got to do wi' it? | 0:40:05 | 0:40:07 | |
You can't talk to me like that. | 0:40:07 | 0:40:09 | |
Is that all you've got? "You can't talk to me like that." | 0:40:09 | 0:40:13 | |
If you were a real man, you'd let the truth in. | 0:40:13 | 0:40:16 | |
You can't keep cows without a barn. | 0:40:16 | 0:40:19 | |
You'll never be a dairy farmer. | 0:40:19 | 0:40:21 | |
Get off of my land. | 0:40:23 | 0:40:24 | |
Ask your wife, she knows. | 0:40:25 | 0:40:28 | |
Lesbians or motorists? | 0:40:33 | 0:40:35 | |
I'm sorry? | 0:40:35 | 0:40:37 | |
Lord Kilmartin wants an issue. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:39 | |
Something from you he can put in his newspapers | 0:40:39 | 0:40:41 | |
so that your name's in the public consciousness. So... | 0:40:41 | 0:40:44 | |
a steadfast stand against lesbianism | 0:40:44 | 0:40:46 | |
or should we be furious at plans for a speed limit on our roads? | 0:40:46 | 0:40:50 | |
Is either quite serious enough? | 0:40:51 | 0:40:54 | |
Sex and the motor car? | 0:40:54 | 0:40:56 | |
Kilmartin's readership think of nothing else! | 0:40:56 | 0:40:59 | |
No, they want to be clear in their minds. | 0:40:59 | 0:41:02 | |
Women do not love each other | 0:41:02 | 0:41:03 | |
and motoring is a dangerous sport | 0:41:03 | 0:41:05 | |
certain to be spoilt if rules are attached to it. | 0:41:05 | 0:41:07 | |
This'll work. | 0:41:14 | 0:41:15 | |
Bring cows to t'milking machine. | 0:41:17 | 0:41:20 | |
This is our cow shed, Bert. | 0:41:22 | 0:41:24 | |
But it's a bog, look. | 0:41:24 | 0:41:27 | |
The cows won't let down their milk here. | 0:41:27 | 0:41:29 | |
They just won't. | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
Robert? | 0:41:34 | 0:41:36 | |
I have to know that what you do and what you say are both true. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:45 | |
It's not easy. | 0:41:53 | 0:41:55 | |
I love you. | 0:41:55 | 0:41:56 | |
-Robert... -Would you ban women from loving other women? | 0:41:59 | 0:42:02 | |
Given who we are, Edmund? What's it to be? | 0:42:02 | 0:42:05 | |
Me and your conscience, or politics and power? | 0:42:05 | 0:42:07 | |
Are we filthy queers or men in love? | 0:42:08 | 0:42:10 | |
Whoa, walk on, walk on. Whoa, whoa. | 0:42:29 | 0:42:32 | |
That's it... | 0:42:32 | 0:42:34 | |
Is that farming? | 0:42:34 | 0:42:35 | |
You stay away from my wife. | 0:42:37 | 0:42:39 | |
You're mad. | 0:42:39 | 0:42:40 | |
Stay away from her. | 0:42:40 | 0:42:41 | |
You're too proud, John, you'll lose everything. | 0:42:42 | 0:42:46 | |
SCHOOL BELL RINGS | 0:42:49 | 0:42:51 | |
For Bert. | 0:42:55 | 0:42:56 | |
I thought I'd better remind myself what it feels like. | 0:43:34 | 0:43:38 | |
Your father came to see me. | 0:43:40 | 0:43:41 | |
To ask if you're happy with my appointment? | 0:43:41 | 0:43:44 | |
Yes. | 0:43:44 | 0:43:46 | |
And are you? | 0:43:46 | 0:43:47 | |
It's breaking the law. | 0:43:51 | 0:43:53 | |
I see. | 0:43:54 | 0:43:57 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:43:57 | 0:43:58 | |
-It was foolish of me to... -I've broken the law before. | 0:43:58 | 0:44:01 | |
The law and what is right | 0:44:04 | 0:44:08 | |
aren't always the same thing. | 0:44:08 | 0:44:10 | |
So? | 0:44:47 | 0:44:48 | |
I just, er, wanted to see how everything is. | 0:44:50 | 0:44:53 | |
Fine. | 0:44:53 | 0:44:55 | |
Good. | 0:44:55 | 0:44:56 | |
That's excellent. | 0:44:58 | 0:45:00 | |
Are you sure there isn't something you wanted to ask? | 0:45:07 | 0:45:10 | |
No, no, no. | 0:45:10 | 0:45:13 | |
I'm really, er...making sure you're all right out here, | 0:45:13 | 0:45:18 | |
on your own. | 0:45:18 | 0:45:19 | |
So this is a visit in your professional capacity? | 0:45:19 | 0:45:22 | |
Sorry? | 0:45:23 | 0:45:25 | |
As God's representative in the village. | 0:45:25 | 0:45:28 | |
I'm lonely. | 0:45:33 | 0:45:34 | |
BAND WARMS UP | 0:45:53 | 0:45:55 | |
Oh, damn! | 0:46:16 | 0:46:17 | |
SHE CRIES | 0:46:17 | 0:46:20 | |
Agnes? | 0:46:24 | 0:46:25 | |
Agnes? | 0:46:30 | 0:46:31 | |
What is it? | 0:46:35 | 0:46:36 | |
I've lost my job. | 0:46:37 | 0:46:39 | |
Oh, no, Agnes. They've sacked you? | 0:46:40 | 0:46:43 | |
Yeah. | 0:46:45 | 0:46:46 | |
What for? | 0:46:46 | 0:46:49 | |
I was feeling sick from the glue, so I moved. | 0:46:49 | 0:46:54 | |
I won't have this. | 0:46:54 | 0:46:55 | |
We won't have this. | 0:46:55 | 0:46:57 | |
-Grace, you don't... -Don't be frightened. | 0:46:57 | 0:47:00 | |
You mustn't be frightened. | 0:47:00 | 0:47:02 | |
Thank you. | 0:47:05 | 0:47:06 | |
-Who's it from? -Mrs Allingham. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:21 | |
Martha? | 0:47:21 | 0:47:22 | |
It looks wonderful! | 0:47:40 | 0:47:42 | |
Will it work? | 0:47:44 | 0:47:45 | |
Will people come? | 0:47:46 | 0:47:48 | |
INDISTINCT CHATTER | 0:47:54 | 0:47:56 | |
Nobody came? | 0:48:00 | 0:48:03 | |
There's a dance on. | 0:48:03 | 0:48:04 | |
What would you have said? | 0:48:10 | 0:48:12 | |
I wasn't going to speak. | 0:48:12 | 0:48:14 | |
I was going to listen. To the village. | 0:48:14 | 0:48:17 | |
What would you have said? | 0:48:19 | 0:48:21 | |
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT | 0:48:22 | 0:48:25 | |
Agnes Scrivener lost her job at the boot factory | 0:48:27 | 0:48:30 | |
because she wanted to get away from what's choking her lungs. | 0:48:30 | 0:48:33 | |
Now, the man who owns the boot factory... | 0:48:33 | 0:48:35 | |
Is Edmund Allingham. | 0:48:35 | 0:48:38 | |
I would have asked... | 0:48:38 | 0:48:40 | |
Who's going to help her? | 0:48:40 | 0:48:42 | |
Who's going to fight | 0:48:42 | 0:48:44 | |
for what she's too frightened to fight for on her own? | 0:48:44 | 0:48:47 | |
How does a woman stand up and find her voice? | 0:48:48 | 0:48:52 | |
Would you consider accompanioning... | 0:48:59 | 0:49:03 | |
accompany... | 0:49:03 | 0:49:05 | |
the dance? | 0:49:05 | 0:49:06 | |
Do you want to come? | 0:49:08 | 0:49:10 | |
Come on, we'll be late. | 0:49:16 | 0:49:18 | |
You go. I'm fine. | 0:49:18 | 0:49:19 | |
-I'm teaching again. -Martha, I absolutely insist. | 0:49:19 | 0:49:23 | |
Come on, we'll terrify the locals. | 0:49:25 | 0:49:27 | |
Come on! | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
THE BAND BEGINS TO PLAY | 0:49:30 | 0:49:32 | |
EXCITED CHATTER | 0:49:40 | 0:49:43 | |
You are going to the dance. | 0:50:14 | 0:50:16 | |
I'll take you. | 0:50:16 | 0:50:18 | |
MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH | 0:50:27 | 0:50:29 | |
-HANKIN: -It's a dance hall and nobody's dancing. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:32 | |
They don't know how to, Arnold. | 0:50:32 | 0:50:34 | |
They don't know how to do it. | 0:50:34 | 0:50:35 | |
-Robert? -George. | 0:50:41 | 0:50:43 | |
Where are you going? | 0:50:43 | 0:50:44 | |
Er...I have to go back to London. | 0:50:44 | 0:50:47 | |
Have you said goodbye to Edmund? | 0:50:47 | 0:50:49 | |
No. | 0:50:49 | 0:50:50 | |
I could do it for you. | 0:50:50 | 0:50:52 | |
-HE HESITATES -What would you like me to say? | 0:50:56 | 0:51:00 | |
Tell him... | 0:51:00 | 0:51:01 | |
Tell him... | 0:51:03 | 0:51:04 | |
I hope it's worth it. | 0:51:08 | 0:51:10 | |
-I'm sorry. I forgot. -Farm work? | 0:51:34 | 0:51:38 | |
Two left feet, me. | 0:51:40 | 0:51:43 | |
Will you show me how? | 0:51:43 | 0:51:45 | |
Me too. I'm...a farmer! | 0:51:45 | 0:51:48 | |
Shall we anyway? | 0:51:50 | 0:51:51 | |
Yeah. | 0:51:52 | 0:51:53 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:52:05 | 0:52:08 | |
MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH | 0:52:08 | 0:52:10 | |
Sorry. | 0:52:18 | 0:52:19 | |
Martha! | 0:52:19 | 0:52:21 | |
Your letter, I got it. | 0:52:27 | 0:52:30 | |
It's...beautiful. | 0:52:30 | 0:52:32 | |
But it was late, so... | 0:52:32 | 0:52:34 | |
I'm glad you got it. | 0:52:34 | 0:52:35 | |
Yeah, thank you! | 0:52:35 | 0:52:38 | |
It was lucky I found it. | 0:52:39 | 0:52:40 | |
You found it? | 0:52:42 | 0:52:43 | |
In the street. | 0:52:43 | 0:52:44 | |
Well...who did write it? | 0:52:45 | 0:52:48 | |
It was me. | 0:52:48 | 0:52:50 | |
I wrote it! | 0:52:50 | 0:52:51 | |
You? | 0:52:51 | 0:52:53 | |
Yes, with my left hand. | 0:52:53 | 0:52:56 | |
DOOR SHUTS | 0:53:06 | 0:53:08 | |
Maybe the band should play something they all know? | 0:53:08 | 0:53:11 | |
No, it's not the music. | 0:53:11 | 0:53:13 | |
They're all frightened of letting go. | 0:53:14 | 0:53:17 | |
Phoebe. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:19 | |
My mother said not to settle for anything less | 0:53:23 | 0:53:26 | |
than the love she and my father had. | 0:53:26 | 0:53:28 | |
MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH | 0:53:39 | 0:53:42 | |
I've got an hour. | 0:54:31 | 0:54:33 | |
Are you all right, Agnes? | 0:54:35 | 0:54:36 | |
-Let's go. -No. | 0:54:36 | 0:54:38 | |
You took my job. | 0:54:40 | 0:54:42 | |
You can't have any more of me. | 0:54:42 | 0:54:44 | |
What? | 0:54:44 | 0:54:46 | |
That was you? | 0:54:47 | 0:54:48 | |
The agitator? | 0:54:48 | 0:54:51 | |
-Come with me, we'll talk about it privately. -Get away from her. | 0:54:51 | 0:54:54 | |
Fuck off. | 0:54:54 | 0:54:55 | |
I said get away from her. | 0:54:55 | 0:54:58 | |
Or what? | 0:54:58 | 0:54:59 | |
You were the one who sacked her. Oh, I get it. | 0:54:59 | 0:55:03 | |
You're feeling guilty. | 0:55:03 | 0:55:04 | |
You want to rescue the poor little factory girl you did for? | 0:55:04 | 0:55:08 | |
You're pathetic. | 0:55:08 | 0:55:09 | |
GASPS AND SHRIEKS | 0:55:09 | 0:55:12 | |
Leave him alone! | 0:55:19 | 0:55:21 | |
You leave him alone! | 0:55:21 | 0:55:22 | |
Dancing, fighting... | 0:55:23 | 0:55:25 | |
This is fantastic, Norma! | 0:55:27 | 0:55:29 | |
Come with me. | 0:55:29 | 0:55:30 | |
Pounce. | 0:55:49 | 0:55:50 | |
SHE MOANS | 0:55:58 | 0:56:01 | |
What's your name? | 0:56:08 | 0:56:10 | |
Joy. | 0:56:10 | 0:56:12 | |
What? | 0:56:12 | 0:56:13 | |
Joy. | 0:56:13 | 0:56:15 | |
I'm lonely, too. | 0:56:24 | 0:56:26 | |
SQUELCHING FOOTSTEPS | 0:56:29 | 0:56:32 | |
John? | 0:56:33 | 0:56:35 | |
Wrong way round... | 0:56:38 | 0:56:40 | |
..bringing cows to t'machine in t'mud. | 0:56:41 | 0:56:44 | |
It's a mither. | 0:56:45 | 0:56:46 | |
HE SQUELCHES AND SPLASHES | 0:56:48 | 0:56:50 | |
Help me. | 0:56:56 | 0:56:58 | |
You see, we bring t'machine to the cows. | 0:57:05 | 0:57:09 | |
Whoa, whoa. | 0:57:09 | 0:57:10 | |
Where were you tonight? | 0:57:13 | 0:57:15 | |
The Institute. | 0:57:17 | 0:57:19 | |
HE STOMPS | 0:57:19 | 0:57:21 | |
Oh, well, you're home now. | 0:57:21 | 0:57:22 | |
HE STOMPS AGAIN | 0:57:24 | 0:57:27 | |
Dry land. | 0:57:27 | 0:57:28 | |
It's as firm as Hankin's dance floor! | 0:57:31 | 0:57:34 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:57:34 | 0:57:37 | |
THEY BOTH STOMP | 0:57:37 | 0:57:39 | |
'Love had danced into the village | 0:57:51 | 0:57:53 | |
'and announced its giddy power. | 0:57:53 | 0:57:56 | |
'It brought with it the twinned agonies of happiness and pain | 0:57:56 | 0:58:00 | |
'and every emotion in between. | 0:58:00 | 0:58:03 | |
'It was the roaring '20s | 0:58:03 | 0:58:05 | |
'and love - public, private, thrilling, reckless - | 0:58:05 | 0:58:09 | |
'had made its move | 0:58:09 | 0:58:11 | |
'and asked its big questions. | 0:58:11 | 0:58:13 | |
'What's the best of us and the worst? | 0:58:13 | 0:58:17 | |
'Shall we dance?' | 0:58:17 | 0:58:19 |