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ALL TALK AT ONCE | 0:00:31 | 0:00:33 | |
Hot tatties! Nice potatoes! | 0:01:00 | 0:01:02 | |
Hot potatoes! | 0:01:02 | 0:01:04 | |
< Merry Christmas! | 0:01:06 | 0:01:07 | |
HENS CLUCK | 0:01:11 | 0:01:13 | |
ROOSTER CROWS | 0:01:14 | 0:01:17 | |
Lovely fresh fish! | 0:01:18 | 0:01:20 | |
A lovely bit of fresh fish, sir, | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
all nice and fresh. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:24 | |
Here you are, governor, | 0:01:24 | 0:01:26 | |
lovely fish. | 0:01:26 | 0:01:27 | |
Lovely mackerel caught fresh this morning. | 0:01:27 | 0:01:30 | |
Lovely fish all fresh, | 0:01:30 | 0:01:31 | |
fresh mackerel. | 0:01:31 | 0:01:33 | |
BAND PLAYS: "God rest ye merry, Gentlemen" | 0:01:33 | 0:01:37 | |
# Wallflower, wallflower | 0:02:13 | 0:02:15 | |
# Climbing up so high | 0:02:15 | 0:02:17 | |
# All the little children | 0:02:17 | 0:02:19 | |
# They are going to die | 0:02:19 | 0:02:21 | |
# Except our Mary Campbell | 0:02:21 | 0:02:23 | |
# She can dance | 0:02:23 | 0:02:25 | |
# She can sing | 0:02:25 | 0:02:27 | |
# She can wear a wedding ring # | 0:02:27 | 0:02:31 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:02:31 | 0:02:34 | |
# Wallflower, wallflower | 0:02:34 | 0:02:35 | |
# Climbing up so high | 0:02:35 | 0:02:37 | |
# All the little children | 0:02:37 | 0:02:39 | |
# They are going to die | 0:02:39 | 0:02:41 | |
# Except our Mary Campbell... # | 0:02:41 | 0:02:44 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 0:02:44 | 0:02:46 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:02:46 | 0:02:48 | |
Yes? | 0:02:56 | 0:02:57 | |
Yes? Can I help you? | 0:02:57 | 0:02:59 | |
Mrs Allen? Mrs Richard Allen? | 0:02:59 | 0:03:02 | |
Yes. That's right. | 0:03:02 | 0:03:04 | |
I represent a firm of solicitors, madam, | 0:03:04 | 0:03:07 | |
the firm of Blunden, Blunden, Claverton, and, er... | 0:03:07 | 0:03:09 | |
I suppose it's about rent. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:11 | |
Indeed, no, madam. | 0:03:11 | 0:03:13 | |
I'm no debt collector. | 0:03:13 | 0:03:14 | |
I am a partner in the firm | 0:03:14 | 0:03:17 | |
of Blunden, Blunden, Claverton, and... | 0:03:17 | 0:03:19 | |
what on earth is that dear man's name? | 0:03:19 | 0:03:22 | |
No matter. The important thing is that my news | 0:03:22 | 0:03:25 | |
will, I am sure, prove entirely welcome to you. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:28 | |
At least I trust it will prove | 0:03:28 | 0:03:31 | |
entirely welcome to you, Mrs Allen. | 0:03:31 | 0:03:34 | |
You'd better come in, then, out of the cold. | 0:03:34 | 0:03:37 | |
Oh, thank you. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:38 | |
Stand up, children. We have a visitor. | 0:03:56 | 0:03:58 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:04:03 | 0:04:04 | |
Do continue, my dears. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:06 | |
It is I who must apologise | 0:04:06 | 0:04:08 | |
for disturbing your meal. | 0:04:08 | 0:04:09 | |
Do sit down. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
Perhaps you'd like a cup of tea. | 0:04:14 | 0:04:17 | |
Well, the chair I accept with gratitude, madam, | 0:04:17 | 0:04:21 | |
but the tea I must decline. | 0:04:21 | 0:04:23 | |
I'll come straight to the purpose. | 0:04:23 | 0:04:26 | |
Don't be offended. | 0:04:26 | 0:04:27 | |
I'm offering you a job, | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
or rather, a reasonable salaried occupation. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:31 | |
Why should I be offended? | 0:04:31 | 0:04:33 | |
My firm is seeking a reliable person | 0:04:33 | 0:04:36 | |
to act as a caretaker | 0:04:36 | 0:04:38 | |
to a property in our charge. | 0:04:38 | 0:04:40 | |
So far, we've been... | 0:04:40 | 0:04:42 | |
well, we've had some difficulty | 0:04:42 | 0:04:44 | |
in finding anyone willing to take the post. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
Difficulty? Why difficulty? | 0:04:46 | 0:04:48 | |
Its...remoteness. | 0:04:48 | 0:04:51 | |
You understand? | 0:04:51 | 0:04:52 | |
It's a fine house, pleasantly situated, | 0:04:52 | 0:04:55 | |
but it stands alone, | 0:04:55 | 0:04:56 | |
some way from the nearest village. | 0:04:56 | 0:04:59 | |
A woman does the cleaning. | 0:04:59 | 0:05:01 | |
There's a rent-free caretaker's cottage. | 0:05:01 | 0:05:03 | |
Your duties would be very light. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:05 | |
What do the children say? | 0:05:07 | 0:05:09 | |
What do you say? | 0:05:09 | 0:05:11 | |
It is awful, isn't it? | 0:05:15 | 0:05:17 | |
But it's the best that I could find. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:19 | |
So little money, so many debts. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:22 | |
A widow's pension is all that I have. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:25 | |
Well? | 0:05:25 | 0:05:26 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:05:26 | 0:05:28 | |
Shh! | 0:05:28 | 0:05:29 | |
Excuse me. He's had a cold. | 0:05:29 | 0:05:31 | |
He must have earache. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
I'll get some warm oil. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
Shh! Don't cry. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:36 | |
Shall I help, mother? | 0:05:36 | 0:05:38 | |
No, thank you, dear. Look after our guest. | 0:05:38 | 0:05:41 | |
Are you - are you sure | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
you wouldn't like a cup of tea? | 0:06:02 | 0:06:05 | |
No, thank you... Lucy. | 0:06:05 | 0:06:08 | |
But now that we are alone, | 0:06:11 | 0:06:13 | |
I wonder... I wonder | 0:06:13 | 0:06:16 | |
if I might ask you both a question. | 0:06:16 | 0:06:19 | |
It's rather an unusual question. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:21 | |
Please consider it seriously. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:23 | |
Of course, sir. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:24 | |
You fire away. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:26 | |
Yes. Fire away. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:28 | |
Do you think you'd be afraid | 0:06:28 | 0:06:30 | |
if you saw... a ghost? | 0:06:30 | 0:06:33 | |
I think, quite honestly, sir, | 0:06:40 | 0:06:42 | |
I'd be a little scared. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:44 | |
It would depend on what sort of ghost. | 0:06:44 | 0:06:47 | |
If it was wandering around | 0:06:47 | 0:06:49 | |
in a white sheet moaning, | 0:06:49 | 0:06:51 | |
it would be all right. | 0:06:51 | 0:06:53 | |
A skeleton with no head and a nasty grin is different. | 0:06:53 | 0:06:57 | |
You can't grin if you've got no head. | 0:06:57 | 0:07:00 | |
Exactly. | 0:07:00 | 0:07:01 | |
Anyway, I have very good reason to believe | 0:07:01 | 0:07:04 | |
there are no such visions. | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
No. These ghosts would appear to you... | 0:07:06 | 0:07:09 | |
well...very much like ordinary people, | 0:07:09 | 0:07:12 | |
children, perhaps, | 0:07:12 | 0:07:14 | |
children... | 0:07:14 | 0:07:15 | |
of your own age, | 0:07:15 | 0:07:17 | |
or even an old man | 0:07:17 | 0:07:20 | |
such as myself. | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
We wouldn't be afraid of a ghost like that. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:26 | |
You wouldn't know they were ghosts, | 0:07:26 | 0:07:28 | |
unless you could see through them. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:30 | |
Even that wouldn't be scary if they had heads. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:33 | |
Sometimes ghosts are people | 0:07:33 | 0:07:35 | |
who come back seeking help. | 0:07:35 | 0:07:37 | |
We would help if we could, | 0:07:37 | 0:07:39 | |
wouldn't we, Jamie? | 0:07:39 | 0:07:41 | |
I believe you understand, little lady. | 0:07:58 | 0:08:01 | |
Children do, sometimes. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:02 | |
But as they grow older, | 0:08:02 | 0:08:04 | |
they lose their power | 0:08:04 | 0:08:07 | |
to believe in the unlikely. | 0:08:07 | 0:08:10 | |
When you come to the house, | 0:08:12 | 0:08:14 | |
you'll hear strange tales from the villagers. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:17 | |
They'll tell you it's haunted, | 0:08:17 | 0:08:19 | |
but you mustn't be afraid. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:21 | |
You'll know what to do. | 0:08:21 | 0:08:23 | |
We shan't be afraid. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:25 | |
We'll do what we can. | 0:08:25 | 0:08:27 | |
Thank you, Lucy, James. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:30 | |
CLOCK CHIMES | 0:08:30 | 0:08:32 | |
I must not stay. I've stayed too long. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:35 | |
Shall I fetch mother? | 0:08:35 | 0:08:36 | |
No. No time, no time. | 0:08:36 | 0:08:38 | |
Ask her to call at my chambers tomorrow. | 0:08:38 | 0:08:41 | |
DISTANT SINGING | 0:08:41 | 0:08:42 | |
Oh, the chambers - | 0:08:44 | 0:08:46 | |
where is it? | 0:08:46 | 0:08:47 | |
What a sensible lad. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:49 | |
# Star with royal beauty... # | 0:08:50 | 0:08:53 | |
Will it be there? | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
Will this address be there? | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
It looks a bit old. | 0:08:57 | 0:08:58 | |
It will be there. | 0:08:58 | 0:09:00 | |
Happy Christmas! > | 0:09:00 | 0:09:01 | |
What? Yes! A happy Christmas! | 0:09:01 | 0:09:03 | |
Tomorrow, then. Tell them I sent you. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:06 | |
Claverton will be there, or young, er... | 0:09:06 | 0:09:09 | |
what is his blasted name? | 0:09:09 | 0:09:11 | |
# O star of wonder, star of night | 0:09:13 | 0:09:17 | |
# Star with royal beauty bright | 0:09:17 | 0:09:19 | |
# Westward leading, still proceeding | 0:09:19 | 0:09:22 | |
# Guide us to thy perfect light... # | 0:09:22 | 0:09:25 | |
James! Lucy! | 0:09:25 | 0:09:28 | |
We three kings of Orient are, my dears. | 0:09:28 | 0:09:33 | |
A happy, a very happy Christmas! | 0:09:33 | 0:09:36 | |
BOTH: Happy Christmas! | 0:09:36 | 0:09:38 | |
Who was he, anyway? | 0:09:43 | 0:09:46 | |
He didn't say, did he? | 0:09:46 | 0:09:48 | |
# Guide us to thy perfect light... # | 0:09:48 | 0:09:50 | |
Yes, madam? | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
Can I be of service? | 0:09:53 | 0:09:56 | |
I've come about the job of caretaker. | 0:09:56 | 0:10:00 | |
You've come about a job? | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
You're looking for a caretaker | 0:10:02 | 0:10:04 | |
for a remote country house. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:06 | |
The job has not yet been advertised, madam. | 0:10:06 | 0:10:09 | |
How did you come to hear about it? | 0:10:09 | 0:10:11 | |
An old gentleman came to see me. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:14 | |
Jamie, you have the card. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
I expect it was Mr Blunden, | 0:10:16 | 0:10:19 | |
that being the first name on the card. | 0:10:19 | 0:10:22 | |
He informed me of the vacancy | 0:10:22 | 0:10:24 | |
and advised me to call. | 0:10:24 | 0:10:26 | |
I see. You must forgive me, madam. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:29 | |
Mr Blunden has not been at the office recently, | 0:10:29 | 0:10:32 | |
and I did not realise | 0:10:32 | 0:10:34 | |
he had taken a hand in the matter. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:37 | |
If you'll give me your name, | 0:10:37 | 0:10:39 | |
I will inform Mr Claverton you are here. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:42 | |
Yes. Oh, Allen, Mrs Allen and my children - | 0:10:42 | 0:10:46 | |
this is Lucy, James... oh, and this is Benjamin. | 0:10:46 | 0:10:50 | |
Thank you, Mrs Allen. | 0:10:50 | 0:10:52 | |
Excuse me, please. | 0:10:52 | 0:10:54 | |
BABY BABBLES | 0:10:54 | 0:10:56 | |
Excuse me, Mr Claverton. | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
Well, that's odd. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:01 | |
That's very odd. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:02 | |
Very odd indeed. | 0:11:02 | 0:11:04 | |
Please, Mrs Allen, | 0:11:07 | 0:11:09 | |
Mr Claverton will see you now. | 0:11:09 | 0:11:11 | |
Thank you. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:13 | |
Good morning. | 0:11:19 | 0:11:21 | |
You may sit down if you wish. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
Jamie, look. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:55 | |
It's Mr Blunden. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:56 | |
So it is. | 0:11:58 | 0:12:00 | |
Ahem! You are looking | 0:12:01 | 0:12:04 | |
at Mr Blunden's portrait? | 0:12:04 | 0:12:05 | |
He's the one who came. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:07 | |
I'm afraid I've caught you out there, Sonny Jim. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:10 | |
The portrait is in fact | 0:12:10 | 0:12:12 | |
of Mr Blunden's great-grandfather, | 0:12:12 | 0:12:14 | |
who died about 100 years ago. | 0:12:14 | 0:12:16 | |
I doubt if our Mr Blunden came to see you. | 0:12:16 | 0:12:20 | |
He's bedridden. Should be in a home. | 0:12:20 | 0:12:23 | |
Well, dear lady, I am delighted to have | 0:12:26 | 0:12:29 | |
a responsible person like yourself in charge. | 0:12:29 | 0:12:31 | |
I shall write and confirm our arrangements. | 0:12:31 | 0:12:34 | |
Arnold. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
I feel quite certain that you'll have no trouble | 0:12:39 | 0:12:43 | |
from that little matter we talked about - | 0:12:43 | 0:12:45 | |
a country superstition, nothing more. | 0:12:45 | 0:12:47 | |
Are you Smith? | 0:12:47 | 0:12:49 | |
I beg your pardon. | 0:12:49 | 0:12:50 | |
On the card - Blunden, Claverton, and Smith. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:53 | |
No. I am Mr Clatterbuck. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:55 | |
You should be glad. | 0:12:55 | 0:12:56 | |
Why? | 0:12:56 | 0:12:58 | |
No-one could forget that name. | 0:12:58 | 0:13:00 | |
It is a silly name. | 0:13:02 | 0:13:04 | |
I'm sorry, sir. | 0:13:04 | 0:13:06 | |
Cheerio, then, Herbert. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:17 | |
Cheerio. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:18 | |
Any more want to get off? | 0:13:18 | 0:13:21 | |
Just us now, Herbert. | 0:13:21 | 0:13:22 | |
The big house, please. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:24 | |
Langley Park. | 0:13:24 | 0:13:25 | |
Langley Park? | 0:13:25 | 0:13:26 | |
Langley Park, Herbert. | 0:13:26 | 0:13:28 | |
Yes, Mr Clatterbuck. | 0:13:28 | 0:13:29 | |
Don't ask me to help with the bags like before. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:33 | |
Ghoulies and ghosties | 0:13:33 | 0:13:35 | |
and long-leggety beasties | 0:13:35 | 0:13:37 | |
that place has got. | 0:13:37 | 0:13:39 | |
Don't ask me to help. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:42 | |
Proceed, Herbert. | 0:13:42 | 0:13:44 | |
Mere country superstition. | 0:13:45 | 0:13:48 | |
Thank you, Herbert! Proceed! | 0:14:16 | 0:14:19 | |
Your key, madam. | 0:15:58 | 0:15:59 | |
Please let us be happy here. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:28 | |
Bless mummy and Jamie, | 0:16:28 | 0:16:31 | |
Benjy, and darling daddy. Amen. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:34 | |
And don't let there be any ghosts. | 0:16:34 | 0:16:38 | |
Oh, shut up, Luce. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:41 | |
WINGS FLAP | 0:18:06 | 0:18:08 | |
Poor books...how sad. | 0:18:11 | 0:18:14 | |
FAINT CHILDREN'S VOICES | 0:18:28 | 0:18:30 | |
..Stupid. | 0:18:35 | 0:18:36 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:18:36 | 0:18:38 | |
CHILD: Sara. | 0:18:52 | 0:18:54 | |
Sara. | 0:19:02 | 0:19:03 | |
Sara. Sara. | 0:19:05 | 0:19:08 | |
Sara. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:09 | |
GIRL: I know where you are, Georgie. | 0:19:09 | 0:19:11 | |
I'll find you. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:13 | |
Wait for me, Georgie! Wait! | 0:19:17 | 0:19:19 | |
Oh, Georgie, please wait. | 0:19:19 | 0:19:22 | |
It's Bella. Hide. Hide, Sara. Sara, hide. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:28 | |
Sara... | 0:19:31 | 0:19:32 | |
Who is it? Where are you? | 0:19:32 | 0:19:34 | |
Where are you? | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
Sara, I can't find you. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:38 | |
Sara. | 0:19:38 | 0:19:39 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 0:19:39 | 0:19:41 | |
Them's only kiddies, my dear. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:46 | |
Who...wh-what? | 0:19:46 | 0:19:49 | |
Wh-what? | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
Only kiddies. | 0:19:52 | 0:19:54 | |
A-are you a ghost? Are you? | 0:19:58 | 0:20:01 | |
Ha ha ha! No, dear. Me? No. | 0:20:01 | 0:20:06 | |
Tucker is the name, Elsie Tucker. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:09 | |
I do the place as best I can, | 0:20:09 | 0:20:12 | |
but as soon as I think I've cleaned, | 0:20:12 | 0:20:15 | |
it's time to start again. | 0:20:15 | 0:20:17 | |
It's all gold. It's all gold. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:19 | |
What kiddies were you talking about, Mrs Tucker? | 0:20:19 | 0:20:22 | |
Nothing to be afraid of, dear. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:27 | |
Them's only kiddies. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:31 | |
But who are? | 0:20:32 | 0:20:34 | |
Who are? | 0:20:35 | 0:20:37 | |
Who are what? | 0:20:37 | 0:20:38 | |
Only kiddies. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:40 | |
I suppose she means village children | 0:20:40 | 0:20:42 | |
say the house is haunted. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:44 | |
Well, it probably is. | 0:20:44 | 0:20:45 | |
Children know more than grownups about such things. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:48 | |
Good night, Lucy. | 0:20:48 | 0:20:50 | |
Good night. | 0:20:50 | 0:20:51 | |
Just rumours, I expect, Jamie. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:53 | |
But I did hear voices. Honestly, I did. | 0:20:53 | 0:20:56 | |
My dear girl, all big houses have voices | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
if they're alone for a long while. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:02 | |
Everyone knows that. | 0:21:02 | 0:21:03 | |
Just trying to be clever. | 0:21:03 | 0:21:05 | |
Good night, James. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:07 | |
BIRD CALLING | 0:21:35 | 0:21:37 | |
James! Jamie! Come here! | 0:22:07 | 0:22:09 | |
I just - look! | 0:22:09 | 0:22:11 | |
Cor, you look awful, Luce. | 0:22:11 | 0:22:13 | |
What's the matter? | 0:22:13 | 0:22:14 | |
Well, I-I think I've seen... | 0:22:14 | 0:22:17 | |
Oh, James, you know! | 0:22:17 | 0:22:18 | |
Ghosts? | 0:22:18 | 0:22:20 | |
James...two! | 0:22:20 | 0:22:22 | |
Two? Bloomin' Henry! | 0:22:22 | 0:22:24 | |
They're over there on the lawn. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:30 | |
Jamie... | 0:22:31 | 0:22:32 | |
Lucy. | 0:22:34 | 0:22:35 | |
Lucy. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:42 | |
At last! | 0:22:45 | 0:22:46 | |
We have found someone with a little good sense. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:50 | |
I beg your pardon. | 0:22:50 | 0:22:51 | |
You didn't run away screaming. | 0:22:51 | 0:22:53 | |
You didn't run away. | 0:22:53 | 0:22:54 | |
Well, I did. At first, I did. | 0:22:54 | 0:22:57 | |
I'm sorry, but in the mist, | 0:22:57 | 0:23:00 | |
I thought you were...ghosts. | 0:23:00 | 0:23:02 | |
They do say the house is haunted, you know. | 0:23:02 | 0:23:05 | |
Yes, we did know. | 0:23:05 | 0:23:06 | |
I suppose if we say that we are ghosts, | 0:23:06 | 0:23:10 | |
you will run away. | 0:23:10 | 0:23:11 | |
Mr Blunden said children our own age. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:15 | |
You ARE ghosts. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:16 | |
You really are. | 0:23:16 | 0:23:19 | |
If you are ghosts, you must be dead. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:22 | |
Of course we're not dead. | 0:23:22 | 0:23:24 | |
You do say some stupid things. | 0:23:24 | 0:23:26 | |
We're no more dead than you. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:28 | |
You can be a ghost without being dead. | 0:23:28 | 0:23:31 | |
He's too young to understand. | 0:23:31 | 0:23:33 | |
GIRL: Georgie, I do believe we have found help. | 0:23:55 | 0:23:58 | |
Tell us. Tell us how we can help. | 0:23:58 | 0:24:02 | |
I mean, who are you? | 0:24:02 | 0:24:04 | |
Yes. Tell us from the very beginning. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:07 | |
Start with "Once upon a time." | 0:24:07 | 0:24:10 | |
The best stories start with that. | 0:24:10 | 0:24:12 | |
James! | 0:24:12 | 0:24:13 | |
GIRL: All right. Once upon a time, | 0:24:13 | 0:24:16 | |
we lived very happily here. | 0:24:16 | 0:24:18 | |
But in the spring of the year 1818, | 0:24:18 | 0:24:21 | |
our mother and father were tragically killed | 0:24:21 | 0:24:24 | |
when their carriage overturned | 0:24:24 | 0:24:26 | |
coming back from London one night. | 0:24:26 | 0:24:28 | |
I am the Resurrection and the life. | 0:24:31 | 0:24:34 | |
He that believeth in me, | 0:24:34 | 0:24:36 | |
though he be dead, yet shall he live. | 0:24:36 | 0:24:39 | |
'Uncle Bertie, who was our father's half brother, | 0:24:39 | 0:24:42 | |
'became our guardian. | 0:24:42 | 0:24:43 | |
'Mr Blunden, the family solicitor, | 0:24:43 | 0:24:45 | |
'became our other guardian.' | 0:24:45 | 0:24:47 | |
Do stop snivelling in front of the servants. | 0:24:47 | 0:24:50 | |
Cry, boy. Cry. | 0:25:00 | 0:25:02 | |
HE CRIES | 0:25:02 | 0:25:05 | |
'After the funeral, | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
'Uncle Bertie lived in London. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:23 | |
'He took an unusual interest in the ballet | 0:25:23 | 0:25:25 | |
'and fell in love with a ballerina.' | 0:25:25 | 0:25:28 | |
# A naughty, naughty boy | 0:25:29 | 0:25:31 | |
# A naughty, naughty boy... # | 0:25:31 | 0:25:33 | |
'Her name was Arabella. She's pretty. | 0:25:56 | 0:25:58 | |
'Uncle Bertie thinks so, too, | 0:25:58 | 0:26:00 | |
'but in her mind, she's only a child.' | 0:26:00 | 0:26:04 | |
ALL TALK AT ONCE | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
Good evening, ladies. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:08 | |
Good evening, Bertie. | 0:26:08 | 0:26:09 | |
MAN SINGS AND PLAYS PIANO | 0:26:09 | 0:26:11 | |
Have a nice time, love. | 0:26:21 | 0:26:23 | |
'He often returned home to Langley Park | 0:26:44 | 0:26:47 | |
'to supplement his income from a private source.' | 0:26:47 | 0:26:50 | |
KNOCKS ON DOOR | 0:27:04 | 0:27:05 | |
CASH REGISTER RINGS | 0:27:06 | 0:27:08 | |
'And so Arabella and Uncle Bertie were engaged. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:20 | |
'That evening, they went to ask Bella's parents | 0:27:23 | 0:27:25 | |
'for their consent to marry.' | 0:27:25 | 0:27:28 | |
'Mr And Mrs Wickens were the proprietors | 0:27:35 | 0:27:38 | |
'of a select hotel.' | 0:27:38 | 0:27:40 | |
Mamma, this is Bertie what I told you about. | 0:27:41 | 0:27:45 | |
We're engaged. Look. | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
Oh! Wickens! | 0:27:47 | 0:27:52 | |
< Come and meet this here toff! | 0:27:52 | 0:27:54 | |
< It's our little Bella's intended! | 0:27:54 | 0:27:57 | |
< Wickens! | 0:27:57 | 0:27:59 | |
Watch this, Arthur. | 0:28:01 | 0:28:02 | |
GLASS DINGS | 0:28:02 | 0:28:04 | |
BOXING RING NOISES | 0:28:05 | 0:28:07 | |
Oh! | 0:28:16 | 0:28:17 | |
Uh! Uh! Uh! | 0:28:17 | 0:28:19 | |
THUD | 0:28:19 | 0:28:20 | |
'Uncle Bertie and Bella were married.' | 0:28:26 | 0:28:28 | |
BELLS RING | 0:28:28 | 0:28:30 | |
Where's she going for her honeymoon? | 0:29:28 | 0:29:30 | |
Paris? Rome? | 0:29:30 | 0:29:32 | |
Even if it's only the Isle of Wight, | 0:29:32 | 0:29:34 | |
put her out of her misery. | 0:29:34 | 0:29:37 | |
It may well be the Isle of Wight. | 0:29:37 | 0:29:40 | |
The Isle of Wight? Cor, strewth! | 0:29:40 | 0:29:43 | |
Now, steady, dearest. | 0:29:43 | 0:29:44 | |
The truth is that financially, | 0:29:46 | 0:29:48 | |
I am hopelessly embarrassed - hopelessly. | 0:29:48 | 0:29:50 | |
I haven't said so, as I had no wish | 0:29:50 | 0:29:53 | |
to spoil our wedding day. | 0:29:53 | 0:29:55 | |
You're having a good try. | 0:29:55 | 0:29:57 | |
You mean you're short of the ready? | 0:29:57 | 0:30:00 | |
Is that it? Well, blow me. | 0:30:00 | 0:30:03 | |
What an empty bottle of gin you are. | 0:30:03 | 0:30:07 | |
Who's got it all? | 0:30:07 | 0:30:09 | |
Who's got it? | 0:30:09 | 0:30:10 | |
Master Georgie is the only family member with money - | 0:30:10 | 0:30:14 | |
£30,000, to be exact - | 0:30:14 | 0:30:16 | |
left to him by his father, William. | 0:30:16 | 0:30:19 | |
It would have been mine, | 0:30:19 | 0:30:20 | |
but being only a half brother, Georgie gets it. | 0:30:20 | 0:30:23 | |
30,000 nicker? | 0:30:23 | 0:30:26 | |
Left to him in trust until he's 21. | 0:30:26 | 0:30:28 | |
It can't be touched. | 0:30:28 | 0:30:30 | |
It's Georgie's and his alone, | 0:30:30 | 0:30:32 | |
unless he dies, of course, but heaven forbid the thought. | 0:30:32 | 0:30:36 | |
But he's only 10. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:38 | |
He's got years to go. | 0:30:38 | 0:30:40 | |
My Bella will have gone to seed | 0:30:40 | 0:30:43 | |
in 11 years. | 0:30:43 | 0:30:44 | |
I'm not going to have her | 0:30:44 | 0:30:47 | |
living in this mansion in poverty, | 0:30:47 | 0:30:49 | |
slowly going to seed. | 0:30:49 | 0:30:51 | |
Dear mother-in-law, I will find a way, | 0:30:51 | 0:30:54 | |
I assure you. | 0:30:54 | 0:30:55 | |
My Bella will not suffer. I promise. | 0:30:55 | 0:30:58 | |
Oh, she will not. | 0:30:58 | 0:31:00 | |
You are quite correct there, Albert. | 0:31:00 | 0:31:03 | |
My little rose. | 0:31:03 | 0:31:06 | |
My nightingale. | 0:31:06 | 0:31:09 | |
That Georgie's got a lot to answer for, | 0:31:09 | 0:31:12 | |
being only 10, | 0:31:12 | 0:31:13 | |
and all that money going to waste. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:16 | |
I shall commence my economies | 0:31:16 | 0:31:18 | |
by sacking as many of the surplus staff | 0:31:18 | 0:31:21 | |
in this house as I can. | 0:31:21 | 0:31:23 | |
We shall have our honeymoon, | 0:31:23 | 0:31:25 | |
my dearest Bella. | 0:31:25 | 0:31:27 | |
Oh, make it soon, Bertie dearest. | 0:31:27 | 0:31:30 | |
Make it soon. | 0:31:30 | 0:31:31 | |
Did it. There. Now you. | 0:31:35 | 0:31:36 | |
'Most of the staff were sacked, | 0:31:42 | 0:31:44 | |
'and Mrs Wickens took over the housekeeping.' | 0:31:44 | 0:31:47 | |
And good riddance to the lot of you! | 0:31:47 | 0:31:50 | |
Sara, Georgie, are you trying to get me | 0:31:52 | 0:31:55 | |
in the hock with your uncle? | 0:31:55 | 0:31:58 | |
Get in here before you catch your death of cold! | 0:31:58 | 0:32:01 | |
Well, don't dawdle. Run! | 0:32:01 | 0:32:05 | |
Catch their death of colds... | 0:32:13 | 0:32:18 | |
Yeah. | 0:32:18 | 0:32:20 | |
Meekin, you served the master and missis, have you? | 0:32:31 | 0:32:34 | |
Yes. | 0:32:34 | 0:32:36 | |
Yes, Mrs Wickens. | 0:32:36 | 0:32:37 | |
Yes, Mrs Wickens. | 0:32:37 | 0:32:39 | |
Take those scraps to the children. | 0:32:39 | 0:32:41 | |
Yes, Mrs Wickens. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:42 | |
Shall I leave the windows open like you said? | 0:32:42 | 0:32:46 | |
It's very cold tonight. | 0:32:46 | 0:32:47 | |
Leave 'em open. It's good for 'em. | 0:32:47 | 0:32:50 | |
Too much comfort's bad for children. | 0:32:50 | 0:32:52 | |
Don't put no extra blankets on. | 0:32:52 | 0:32:55 | |
It's bad for 'em. | 0:32:55 | 0:32:56 | |
Yes. | 0:32:56 | 0:32:58 | |
Yes, Mrs Wickens! | 0:32:58 | 0:32:59 | |
Yes, Mrs Wickens. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:01 | |
You skinny slut! | 0:33:01 | 0:33:02 | |
Now, my love... | 0:33:05 | 0:33:07 | |
SHE SNIFFS | 0:33:09 | 0:33:11 | |
Ahh. | 0:33:11 | 0:33:12 | |
How's that consomme coming along? | 0:33:12 | 0:33:14 | |
There, Miss Sara. That'll keep you warm. | 0:33:26 | 0:33:29 | |
It's some warm newspapers. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:31 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:33:31 | 0:33:32 | |
Quick, Tom. It's Meekin. | 0:33:32 | 0:33:34 | |
All right, then, good night, miss. | 0:33:34 | 0:33:37 | |
Good night, master Georgie. | 0:33:37 | 0:33:38 | |
Good night, Tom. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:40 | |
That's a wonder, you being in bed. | 0:33:42 | 0:33:45 | |
Here's your supper. | 0:33:47 | 0:33:48 | |
Good night. And leave that window open. | 0:33:56 | 0:33:59 | |
Mrs Wickens' orders. | 0:33:59 | 0:34:01 | |
Good night, then. | 0:34:09 | 0:34:10 | |
Good night, Tom. | 0:34:10 | 0:34:12 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:34:13 | 0:34:15 | |
'For a long time, | 0:34:18 | 0:34:20 | |
'we endured hard beds, scraps, and bread and water. | 0:34:20 | 0:34:24 | |
'We did not truly think ourselves in danger. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:26 | |
'Then, one night...' | 0:34:26 | 0:34:28 | |
MRS WICKENS: Time's a-wasting away! | 0:34:28 | 0:34:30 | |
It's taking too long, | 0:34:32 | 0:34:36 | |
Mr Wickens. | 0:34:36 | 0:34:38 | |
Getting fatter, not thinner. | 0:34:38 | 0:34:40 | |
Fatter, Wickens! | 0:34:40 | 0:34:42 | |
Do you hear me, you ugly lump? | 0:34:42 | 0:34:46 | |
Because I'm a-talking to you. | 0:34:46 | 0:34:48 | |
Wickens, do you hear me? HE SNORES | 0:34:48 | 0:34:51 | |
Good, because I'm talking to you. | 0:34:51 | 0:34:54 | |
They didn't get no colds. | 0:34:55 | 0:34:59 | |
Why? Why? | 0:34:59 | 0:35:02 | |
There was a blooming hurricane | 0:35:02 | 0:35:04 | |
blowing through here the other night. | 0:35:04 | 0:35:07 | |
They should be wasting away with a cold. | 0:35:07 | 0:35:10 | |
Aren't you interested in cash, you great lump? | 0:35:10 | 0:35:14 | |
Cash! | 0:35:14 | 0:35:16 | |
£30,000 if he snuffs it. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:20 | |
But it will be all our darling little Bella's | 0:35:20 | 0:35:23 | |
if that Georgie snuffs it. | 0:35:23 | 0:35:26 | |
Her as well - | 0:35:26 | 0:35:28 | |
that stuck-up Sara! | 0:35:28 | 0:35:32 | |
Her as well. | 0:35:32 | 0:35:34 | |
They mean us, Georgie. | 0:35:34 | 0:35:36 | |
What's "snuff it," Sara? | 0:35:36 | 0:35:37 | |
Do they mean to kill us? | 0:35:37 | 0:35:39 | |
< An accident must befall them. | 0:35:39 | 0:35:42 | |
< Can't wait forever. | 0:35:42 | 0:35:44 | |
An accident - | 0:35:44 | 0:35:46 | |
a quick accident, my love, | 0:35:46 | 0:35:48 | |
and you are going to help me. | 0:35:48 | 0:35:51 | |
Now, are you listening? | 0:35:53 | 0:35:54 | |
HE SNORES | 0:35:54 | 0:35:55 | |
Uncle Bertie - we must tell him at once! | 0:35:55 | 0:35:58 | |
Come on! | 0:35:58 | 0:35:59 | |
BELLA: Oh, you are a naughty boy. | 0:36:03 | 0:36:06 | |
BERTIE: And now the muse of love, my little sausage. | 0:36:06 | 0:36:09 | |
Uh, foot forward. Ha ha ha! | 0:36:09 | 0:36:12 | |
Lovely, my Bella. Lovely. | 0:36:15 | 0:36:18 | |
One more time, my little sausage. | 0:36:18 | 0:36:21 | |
Ha ha ha! | 0:36:23 | 0:36:24 | |
Lovely, my little precious one. | 0:36:24 | 0:36:26 | |
Oh, please, Uncle Bertie! | 0:36:26 | 0:36:29 | |
Get out! What are you doing? Get out of here! | 0:36:29 | 0:36:32 | |
Wandering about at this time - | 0:36:32 | 0:36:34 | |
we have no privacy. | 0:36:34 | 0:36:35 | |
We're to be murdered! | 0:36:35 | 0:36:37 | |
You certainly are, unless you go. | 0:36:37 | 0:36:39 | |
Shall I take a strap to you? | 0:36:39 | 0:36:42 | |
Mrs Wickens says that an accident should snuff us. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:46 | |
Bed, Sara. | 0:36:46 | 0:36:47 | |
- It's true! - It is! | 0:36:47 | 0:36:49 | |
Bed, both of you! | 0:36:49 | 0:36:50 | |
I'm not in the mood for drama tonight. | 0:36:50 | 0:36:53 | |
Your Auntie Bella | 0:36:53 | 0:36:55 | |
has been entertaining me | 0:36:55 | 0:36:56 | |
with classical moments from history. | 0:36:56 | 0:36:59 | |
You bring low drama. | 0:36:59 | 0:37:01 | |
Be off with you! | 0:37:01 | 0:37:02 | |
Bella, send them out, my love. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:05 | |
Yes, Bertie, my love. | 0:37:05 | 0:37:07 | |
How dare you talk like that about my ma and pa. Bed! | 0:37:07 | 0:37:11 | |
Please, uncle! | 0:37:11 | 0:37:13 | |
For the last time, Sara - | 0:37:13 | 0:37:16 | |
murders, indeed. | 0:37:16 | 0:37:17 | |
Imaginations - overactive imaginations. | 0:37:17 | 0:37:20 | |
Say your prayers | 0:37:20 | 0:37:21 | |
and ask God to forgive you! | 0:37:21 | 0:37:24 | |
(Sara?) | 0:37:44 | 0:37:45 | |
(Yes?) | 0:37:45 | 0:37:47 | |
(Perhaps we just imagined.) | 0:37:47 | 0:37:48 | |
(We didn't, Georgie.) | 0:37:48 | 0:37:50 | |
(I'm very much afraid we didn't.) | 0:37:50 | 0:37:52 | |
Listen. | 0:37:55 | 0:37:57 | |
"Langley Park." | 0:37:57 | 0:37:59 | |
Buckinghamshire. | 0:37:59 | 0:38:00 | |
Yes, I put that. | 0:38:00 | 0:38:02 | |
"April 16, 1818. | 0:38:02 | 0:38:03 | |
"Dear Mr Blunden, you are our only chance. | 0:38:03 | 0:38:06 | |
"The Wickenses will destroy us. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:08 | |
"Help. Uncle Bertie won't listen. | 0:38:08 | 0:38:10 | |
"He says it's all imagination, but it's not. | 0:38:10 | 0:38:13 | |
"We shall run away if you don't help. | 0:38:13 | 0:38:16 | |
"The danger is very great for us. Yours..." | 0:38:16 | 0:38:19 | |
"Sara." | 0:38:22 | 0:38:23 | |
And me. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:24 | |
Come along! Come along! Come along! | 0:38:24 | 0:38:27 | |
"Two children with childish complaints." | 0:38:27 | 0:38:31 | |
About your harsh treatment... | 0:38:31 | 0:38:33 | |
BELLS RING | 0:38:33 | 0:38:34 | |
And certain to run away. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:39 | |
They must not run away, Mrs Wickens. | 0:38:42 | 0:38:44 | |
Lock them up. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:46 | |
A beautiful job beautifully done, right, Wickens? | 0:38:49 | 0:38:53 | |
Uh-huh. | 0:38:53 | 0:38:55 | |
Ha ha ha! | 0:38:57 | 0:38:59 | |
(Sara!) | 0:39:48 | 0:39:49 | |
("Look in library?") | 0:40:22 | 0:40:24 | |
What does it mean, Georgie? What on earth is it? | 0:40:24 | 0:40:28 | |
(Come on.) | 0:40:28 | 0:40:29 | |
Come on where? | 0:40:29 | 0:40:32 | |
The library, of course, silly. | 0:40:32 | 0:40:34 | |
Sloppy Meekin didn't lock the door. | 0:40:34 | 0:40:36 | |
(Come on.) | 0:40:36 | 0:40:38 | |
(Where, Georgie? | 0:41:24 | 0:41:26 | |
(I mean, what are we looking for?) | 0:41:26 | 0:41:29 | |
(Don't ask me.) | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
(Just look, as it said.) | 0:41:31 | 0:41:33 | |
(Why has the library changed, Sara?) | 0:41:44 | 0:41:48 | |
(Has it been magic, Sara?) | 0:41:48 | 0:41:50 | |
(Shh, Georgie. Shh.) | 0:41:50 | 0:41:54 | |
("A charm to move the wheel of time.") | 0:42:23 | 0:42:26 | |
(A charm?) | 0:42:26 | 0:42:27 | |
(It's pleased, Georgie.) | 0:43:13 | 0:43:15 | |
The library is pleased. | 0:43:29 | 0:43:31 | |
"Bring and brew | 0:43:44 | 0:43:45 | |
"the following herbs together - | 0:43:45 | 0:43:47 | |
"balm, hazel, mugwort..." | 0:43:47 | 0:43:48 | |
Eew! | 0:43:48 | 0:43:50 | |
'"Musk, toadflax..."' | 0:43:50 | 0:43:52 | |
'Toadflax?' | 0:43:52 | 0:43:54 | |
'Yes. "Bergamot, Red William, | 0:43:54 | 0:43:55 | |
'"pennyworsel, spritford - | 0:43:55 | 0:43:57 | |
'"and drink the liquid.' | 0:43:57 | 0:43:59 | |
"It will separate your minds completely | 0:43:59 | 0:44:01 | |
"from the time you are in." | 0:44:01 | 0:44:03 | |
Do you understand that, Georgie? | 0:44:03 | 0:44:05 | |
A bit. | 0:44:05 | 0:44:07 | |
Perhaps this is our chance, Georgie. Look. | 0:44:07 | 0:44:10 | |
"To make the mind still, to escape from time." | 0:44:10 | 0:44:13 | |
There, Georgie - to escape. | 0:44:13 | 0:44:14 | |
Somebody's trying to tell us how to escape, | 0:44:14 | 0:44:17 | |
not to another place, | 0:44:17 | 0:44:19 | |
but to another time. | 0:44:19 | 0:44:20 | |
Oh, Georgie. | 0:44:20 | 0:44:22 | |
POUNDING | 0:44:22 | 0:44:24 | |
It might be poisonous, Georgie. | 0:44:42 | 0:44:44 | |
I've thought of that. | 0:44:44 | 0:44:45 | |
I'll put it in Mrs Wickens' gin | 0:44:45 | 0:44:48 | |
to see if she'll die. | 0:44:48 | 0:44:50 | |
Suppose she does die. | 0:44:50 | 0:44:51 | |
Good if she does. | 0:44:51 | 0:44:53 | |
But that'll be murder. | 0:44:53 | 0:44:54 | |
I'm not giving it her because it's poison. | 0:44:54 | 0:44:57 | |
I'm making sure it isn't. | 0:44:57 | 0:44:59 | |
Why are you pulling a funny face? | 0:44:59 | 0:45:03 | |
HE SNORES | 0:45:07 | 0:45:09 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:45:25 | 0:45:27 | |
It's either Mrs Wickens or her cat | 0:46:00 | 0:46:03 | |
and that cat never did anyone any harm. | 0:46:03 | 0:46:06 | |
Breakfast, you brats! | 0:46:08 | 0:46:11 | |
Oh! | 0:46:11 | 0:46:13 | |
Sara? | 0:46:15 | 0:46:17 | |
Yes? | 0:46:17 | 0:46:18 | |
It wasn't poison. | 0:46:18 | 0:46:20 | |
Go with you back to your time? | 0:46:24 | 0:46:27 | |
Well, how can we? | 0:46:27 | 0:46:28 | |
You can brew the potion as we did. | 0:46:28 | 0:46:31 | |
It depends upon whether your will is great enough. | 0:46:31 | 0:46:35 | |
We won't let that old woman do you in. | 0:46:35 | 0:46:38 | |
Snuff us? | 0:46:38 | 0:46:40 | |
Snuff you. We'll help. | 0:46:40 | 0:46:41 | |
Sara, I don't feel well. | 0:46:41 | 0:46:44 | |
< Sara. | 0:46:46 | 0:46:47 | |
When you get back, I shall be there. | 0:46:47 | 0:46:50 | |
Sara...Sara... | 0:46:50 | 0:46:54 | |
Sara... | 0:46:54 | 0:46:57 | |
It's because he's so young. | 0:46:59 | 0:47:01 | |
He often returns before me. | 0:47:01 | 0:47:03 | |
We've always arrived back together. | 0:47:03 | 0:47:05 | |
Hurry. Georgie is a warning | 0:47:05 | 0:47:07 | |
that I may soon follow him. | 0:47:07 | 0:47:09 | |
Now, please don't forget. | 0:47:09 | 0:47:11 | |
Put five leaves of each into a bowl | 0:47:11 | 0:47:14 | |
and pour on hot water. | 0:47:14 | 0:47:16 | |
Keep it warm for an hour | 0:47:16 | 0:47:18 | |
and strain it off through a muslin cloth. | 0:47:18 | 0:47:21 | |
Bring the potion and meet me here at sunset tomorrow. | 0:47:21 | 0:47:25 | |
Promise you will not fail us, Jamie! | 0:47:25 | 0:47:29 | |
Promise! | 0:47:29 | 0:47:31 | |
Promise! Please promise! | 0:47:31 | 0:47:35 | |
I promise! | 0:47:48 | 0:47:50 | |
I promise, Sara! | 0:47:50 | 0:47:51 | |
Let us resolve that within us shall die | 0:47:51 | 0:47:54 | |
all the uncharitable thoughts, the corrosive indifference, | 0:47:54 | 0:47:59 | |
the acts of selfishness, the impurity of thought | 0:47:59 | 0:48:03 | |
that comes between us and the love of God. | 0:48:03 | 0:48:06 | |
In the name of the Father, the Son, | 0:48:06 | 0:48:09 | |
and the Holy Ghost, amen. | 0:48:09 | 0:48:11 | |
Shall we sing hymn number 292? | 0:48:11 | 0:48:14 | |
# Through the night, our heart and soul | 0:48:22 | 0:48:27 | |
# Onward calls the pilgrim land # | 0:48:27 | 0:48:30 | |
Mother, would you mind if Lucy and I left? | 0:48:30 | 0:48:34 | |
- No point in asking why? - No. | 0:48:34 | 0:48:37 | |
All right. Not too late back. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:39 | |
Lunch at 12.30. | 0:48:39 | 0:48:41 | |
# Clear before us through the darkness | 0:48:41 | 0:48:45 | |
# Gleams and burns the guiding light # | 0:48:45 | 0:48:49 | |
Lucy, I've just had a brilliant idea. | 0:48:49 | 0:48:52 | |
What? | 0:48:52 | 0:48:53 | |
Let's hunt in the churchyard. | 0:48:53 | 0:48:55 | |
- Why? - Sometimes you're really dim. | 0:48:55 | 0:48:57 | |
If none of the gravestones | 0:48:57 | 0:48:59 | |
say Sara and Georgie, | 0:48:59 | 0:49:01 | |
we'll know they didn't die. | 0:49:01 | 0:49:03 | |
We shall know in advance | 0:49:03 | 0:49:04 | |
that we've saved them. | 0:49:04 | 0:49:06 | |
We'll know everything will be OK. | 0:49:06 | 0:49:08 | |
I told you it was a brilliant idea. | 0:49:08 | 0:49:11 | |
MAN: Shh! Quiet, you children! | 0:49:11 | 0:49:13 | |
I don't like it, Jamie - | 0:49:18 | 0:49:20 | |
not one bit. | 0:49:20 | 0:49:22 | |
It's just not nice. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:24 | |
I'm not going to look. | 0:49:24 | 0:49:26 | |
Don't, then. | 0:49:26 | 0:49:27 | |
"William." No. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:33 | |
"Sara Catherine Latimer. George." | 0:49:51 | 0:49:54 | |
Lucy! Lucy, come here! | 0:49:54 | 0:49:57 | |
"Sara Catherine Latimer, | 0:50:07 | 0:50:09 | |
"George Richard Latimer, | 0:50:09 | 0:50:12 | |
died April 21st, 1818. | 0:50:12 | 0:50:15 | |
That's tomorrow, Lucy - | 0:50:15 | 0:50:17 | |
tomorrow, only 100 years ago. | 0:50:17 | 0:50:20 | |
That's right. It were 100 year ago. | 0:50:20 | 0:50:23 | |
Poor little things. It were a real tragedy. | 0:50:23 | 0:50:26 | |
Do you know who they were? | 0:50:26 | 0:50:28 | |
I could tell you about every blessed grave | 0:50:28 | 0:50:31 | |
in this churchyard. | 0:50:31 | 0:50:33 | |
I've been sexton here nigh on 40 year now. | 0:50:33 | 0:50:37 | |
Please, who were they? | 0:50:37 | 0:50:39 | |
A fire it were, while they were abed - | 0:50:39 | 0:50:42 | |
a furnace of a fire. | 0:50:42 | 0:50:44 | |
Started in the library. | 0:50:44 | 0:50:46 | |
The books burned like tinder, | 0:50:46 | 0:50:48 | |
and nobody could get to them because of the heat. | 0:50:48 | 0:50:52 | |
In the corner by here - | 0:50:52 | 0:50:54 | |
come along here with me, | 0:50:54 | 0:50:56 | |
and I'll show you this gravestone down here. | 0:50:56 | 0:50:59 | |
There. You see? No headstone. | 0:50:59 | 0:51:02 | |
Some say the gardener's son tried to save them - | 0:51:02 | 0:51:05 | |
a little lad. Don't know his name. | 0:51:05 | 0:51:07 | |
My grandfather told me when I was about your age | 0:51:07 | 0:51:11 | |
about this little lad. | 0:51:11 | 0:51:13 | |
He climbed the drainpipe to the bedroom window. | 0:51:13 | 0:51:15 | |
Somehow, the pipe gave way, | 0:51:15 | 0:51:18 | |
and he come plunging down and was killed. | 0:51:18 | 0:51:21 | |
And then there was the guardian - | 0:51:21 | 0:51:24 | |
an old gentleman, a lawyer. | 0:51:24 | 0:51:26 | |
Well, he was at the house that night. | 0:51:26 | 0:51:29 | |
Mr Blunden. | 0:51:29 | 0:51:31 | |
I know. | 0:51:31 | 0:51:32 | |
His carriage broke down, | 0:51:32 | 0:51:34 | |
and when he seen the flames, | 0:51:34 | 0:51:36 | |
he come riding back. | 0:51:36 | 0:51:38 | |
And when he seen that they were dead, | 0:51:38 | 0:51:41 | |
he took on real cruel. | 0:51:41 | 0:51:43 | |
"Too late, too late, too late," he kept saying, | 0:51:43 | 0:51:46 | |
and then he starts a-crying. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:48 | |
Some say he died of grief. | 0:51:48 | 0:51:51 | |
Others say he was | 0:51:51 | 0:51:52 | |
never quite right again, | 0:51:52 | 0:51:54 | |
and some claim to have seen his ghost | 0:51:54 | 0:51:57 | |
wandering about the old house - | 0:51:57 | 0:51:59 | |
Langley Park there - | 0:51:59 | 0:52:00 | |
and the ghosts of the two children. | 0:52:00 | 0:52:02 | |
Have people... well, I mean, | 0:52:02 | 0:52:05 | |
have people really seen them? | 0:52:05 | 0:52:08 | |
Indeed. For the last 100 years, they have. | 0:52:08 | 0:52:11 | |
It's haunted. You don't want to go anywhere near there. | 0:52:11 | 0:52:14 | |
It's haunted, all right. | 0:52:14 | 0:52:16 | |
Don't go near there. | 0:52:16 | 0:52:17 | |
We've got to. | 0:52:17 | 0:52:19 | |
You've got to? Why? | 0:52:19 | 0:52:20 | |
We live there. | 0:52:20 | 0:52:22 | |
I was only joshing. I made it all up, I did. | 0:52:22 | 0:52:26 | |
There's no such things as ghosts. | 0:52:26 | 0:52:29 | |
That depends entirely | 0:52:29 | 0:52:30 | |
on your point of view. | 0:52:30 | 0:52:32 | |
Well, there is ghosts, you see, because I've seen 'em now. | 0:52:35 | 0:52:39 | |
Make sure the top's on tight. | 0:52:53 | 0:52:55 | |
We don't want to make it all again. | 0:52:55 | 0:52:58 | |
We're late. Come on. | 0:52:58 | 0:53:00 | |
Sara! | 0:53:05 | 0:53:07 | |
Sara! | 0:53:07 | 0:53:09 | |
I thought you had changed your minds. | 0:53:11 | 0:53:14 | |
Where's Georgie? | 0:53:16 | 0:53:18 | |
He had a slight disagreement with Mrs Wickens. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:20 | |
She's locked him in the cellar. | 0:53:20 | 0:53:23 | |
Tom is guarding him. We can't be long. | 0:53:23 | 0:53:24 | |
I only drank a little of the potion. | 0:53:24 | 0:53:27 | |
Before anything else, we must tell you that... | 0:53:28 | 0:53:31 | |
James! | 0:53:31 | 0:53:32 | |
James, whatever it is, tell me. | 0:53:32 | 0:53:34 | |
Well, it was in the graveyard. | 0:53:34 | 0:53:37 | |
On the tombstone, we found your name and George's. | 0:53:37 | 0:53:41 | |
The sexton said it was a fire. | 0:53:41 | 0:53:46 | |
It's true. It was a fire. | 0:53:46 | 0:53:49 | |
Oh, Sara. | 0:53:49 | 0:53:51 | |
I know about the grave. | 0:53:51 | 0:53:53 | |
I've never told Georgie, | 0:53:53 | 0:53:55 | |
but I know. | 0:53:55 | 0:53:57 | |
But the date, Sara - it was 100 years ago tomorrow. | 0:53:57 | 0:54:01 | |
That's true. Blunden, remember? Camden Town. | 0:54:01 | 0:54:05 | |
Oh, yes. | 0:54:05 | 0:54:07 | |
We haven't much time, my dears. | 0:54:11 | 0:54:13 | |
Excuse me, sir, but are you dead, too? | 0:54:14 | 0:54:17 | |
Part of me, James. | 0:54:17 | 0:54:19 | |
I'm the dead part of Blunden. | 0:54:19 | 0:54:21 | |
The other part of me | 0:54:21 | 0:54:23 | |
wouldn't listen to Sara and Georgie's pleas - | 0:54:23 | 0:54:26 | |
the Blunden who failed them. | 0:54:26 | 0:54:28 | |
I have suffered for 100 years, | 0:54:28 | 0:54:31 | |
tormented by my own conscience. | 0:54:31 | 0:54:33 | |
Seems more like a thousand years. | 0:54:33 | 0:54:35 | |
I've been given the chance | 0:54:35 | 0:54:37 | |
to put right the terrible wrong I've done | 0:54:37 | 0:54:40 | |
and to bring my punishment to an end, | 0:54:40 | 0:54:43 | |
but first, I have to find someone to trust me, | 0:54:43 | 0:54:47 | |
to trust me with his life. | 0:54:47 | 0:54:49 | |
And lastly, I must go back | 0:54:49 | 0:54:52 | |
to undo the harm I've caused. | 0:54:52 | 0:54:55 | |
Mr Blunden, sir, | 0:54:56 | 0:54:58 | |
I'm the one who has to trust you. | 0:54:58 | 0:55:00 | |
That's why you brought us here to Langley Park | 0:55:00 | 0:55:04 | |
and came to Camden Town. | 0:55:04 | 0:55:06 | |
Yes. It's not an easy thing, I know, James, | 0:55:06 | 0:55:09 | |
but all will be revealed, my dears. | 0:55:09 | 0:55:12 | |
Tell me what to do. | 0:55:12 | 0:55:15 | |
That is not yet clear. | 0:55:15 | 0:55:17 | |
Whatever it may be, nothing shall harm you. | 0:55:17 | 0:55:20 | |
I promise that I shall guard you from all dangers, | 0:55:20 | 0:55:23 | |
however they may come. | 0:55:23 | 0:55:25 | |
I know I'm not worthy, | 0:55:25 | 0:55:27 | |
but it's our only hope - | 0:55:27 | 0:55:29 | |
Sara's, Georgie's, and mine. | 0:55:29 | 0:55:33 | |
Thank you. | 0:55:41 | 0:55:44 | |
Lucy, you must trust him, too. | 0:55:46 | 0:55:49 | |
I'll try. I really will. | 0:55:51 | 0:55:54 | |
Thank you. | 0:55:54 | 0:55:55 | |
It's time to go. | 0:56:02 | 0:56:04 | |
Go on. | 0:56:19 | 0:56:20 | |
Oh, Jamie. | 0:56:20 | 0:56:22 | |
Go on. | 0:56:22 | 0:56:23 | |
And a bit more. | 0:56:26 | 0:56:28 | |
James... | 0:57:00 | 0:57:02 | |
Jamie...Jamie.... | 0:57:02 | 0:57:07 | |
Jamie.... | 0:57:07 | 0:57:09 | |
Lucy. | 0:57:09 | 0:57:11 | |
It's working. | 0:57:11 | 0:57:12 | |
It's time to go. | 0:57:12 | 0:57:14 | |
MR BLUNDEN: Nothing shall harm you. | 0:57:15 | 0:57:17 | |
The sexton said it was a fire. | 0:57:17 | 0:57:21 | |
SARA: Promise you'll not fail us. | 0:57:21 | 0:57:24 | |
JAMIE: Go with you back to your time? | 0:57:24 | 0:57:27 | |
TOM: I see by the way you're dressed. | 0:57:27 | 0:57:30 | |
I see by the way you're dressed. | 0:57:30 | 0:57:32 | |
I see by the way you're dressed | 0:57:32 | 0:57:35 | |
you don't come from hereabouts. | 0:57:35 | 0:57:37 | |
Are you from America - the New World? | 0:57:37 | 0:57:40 | |
You could say we've come | 0:57:40 | 0:57:42 | |
from the New World. | 0:57:42 | 0:57:44 | |
They say it's a wonderful place. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:46 | |
Uh, yes, it is. | 0:57:46 | 0:57:49 | |
It is a terrible long journey. | 0:57:49 | 0:57:51 | |
It's one I plan to make. | 0:57:51 | 0:57:53 | |
Miss Sara's been teaching me | 0:57:53 | 0:57:55 | |
to read and write. | 0:57:55 | 0:57:57 | |
I'll go try my fortune. | 0:57:57 | 0:57:59 | |
There's a future in America | 0:57:59 | 0:58:01 | |
for a young man as can read and write. | 0:58:01 | 0:58:05 | |
Yes, Tom, yes. How's my brother? | 0:58:05 | 0:58:08 | |
He's safe, | 0:58:08 | 0:58:09 | |
but he's growing hungry. | 0:58:09 | 0:58:11 | |
MRS WICKENS: Sara! Sara! | 0:58:11 | 0:58:13 | |
Sara. | 0:58:13 | 0:58:16 | |
Sara! | 0:58:16 | 0:58:18 | |
Sara. | 0:58:18 | 0:58:19 | |
Where are you, you hussy? | 0:58:19 | 0:58:23 | |
Kissing and cuddling with that garden boy, | 0:58:23 | 0:58:26 | |
no doubt. | 0:58:26 | 0:58:27 | |
I know your game. | 0:58:27 | 0:58:29 | |
I'll face her. | 0:58:29 | 0:58:31 | |
I'm not afraid of her. | 0:58:31 | 0:58:32 | |
I'd die for you, Miss Sara. | 0:58:32 | 0:58:35 | |
Go quickly, for my sake. | 0:58:35 | 0:58:37 | |
Please! | 0:58:37 | 0:58:38 | |
Oh, all right. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:40 | |
Should we go, too? | 0:58:45 | 0:58:46 | |
No. Stay in the shadows. | 0:58:46 | 0:58:49 | |
Sara! | 0:58:49 | 0:58:50 | |
Sara! | 0:58:52 | 0:58:54 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 0:59:03 | 0:59:06 | |
WHINNY | 0:59:06 | 0:59:08 | |
So there you are. | 0:59:46 | 0:59:48 | |
And all alone, I see. | 0:59:48 | 0:59:50 | |
Who was here with you, | 0:59:50 | 0:59:52 | |
one of them vulgar servants? | 0:59:52 | 0:59:54 | |
You've got no sense, miss, | 0:59:54 | 0:59:56 | |
and you've got no taste. | 0:59:56 | 0:59:58 | |
I came to speak to Georgie in the cellar. | 0:59:58 | 1:00:02 | |
You came to speak to him | 1:00:02 | 1:00:04 | |
in the cellar. | 1:00:04 | 1:00:06 | |
Where is the cellar, miss? | 1:00:06 | 1:00:08 | |
Under the kitchen, Mrs Wickens. | 1:00:08 | 1:00:10 | |
It's under the kitchen, Mrs Wickens. | 1:00:10 | 1:00:13 | |
What are you doing in the stable? | 1:00:13 | 1:00:16 | |
The cellar ain't here. | 1:00:16 | 1:00:18 | |
No, Mrs Wickens. | 1:00:18 | 1:00:20 | |
I was going to talk through the grating. | 1:00:20 | 1:00:23 | |
Well, it will be boarded up | 1:00:23 | 1:00:25 | |
in the morning. | 1:00:25 | 1:00:27 | |
Please let him out. | 1:00:27 | 1:00:29 | |
He's only a little boy. | 1:00:29 | 1:00:31 | |
Don't talk to me about that brat! | 1:00:31 | 1:00:34 | |
After what he said, | 1:00:34 | 1:00:35 | |
he might stay until Christmas | 1:00:35 | 1:00:38 | |
next year. | 1:00:38 | 1:00:40 | |
Me arm's gone mad. | 1:00:40 | 1:00:42 | |
Get back. Back! | 1:00:47 | 1:00:49 | |
What's that? Who did that? | 1:00:50 | 1:00:52 | |
I'll do it again. | 1:00:52 | 1:00:55 | |
You've got persons | 1:00:55 | 1:00:57 | |
aiding and abetting you? | 1:00:57 | 1:00:59 | |
It was me! | 1:00:59 | 1:01:00 | |
Last month it was Chinamen | 1:01:02 | 1:01:04 | |
coming out of the barn. | 1:01:04 | 1:01:06 | |
Now it's invisible beings | 1:01:06 | 1:01:07 | |
trying to grab my body. | 1:01:07 | 1:01:09 | |
Are we ghosts? | 1:01:09 | 1:01:11 | |
Yes. | 1:01:11 | 1:01:12 | |
She's too old and insensitive. | 1:01:12 | 1:01:14 | |
Who is? | 1:01:14 | 1:01:16 | |
Who's too blooming old? | 1:01:16 | 1:01:18 | |
To your room, miss! | 1:01:19 | 1:01:21 | |
Come on. Don't you dawdle. | 1:01:21 | 1:01:23 | |
Georgie stays where he is. | 1:01:23 | 1:01:25 | |
James. | 1:01:25 | 1:01:27 | |
What? | 1:01:27 | 1:01:28 | |
She didn't see us. | 1:01:28 | 1:01:30 | |
Mrs Wickens didn't see us. | 1:01:30 | 1:01:32 | |
We're ghosts. We really are. | 1:01:32 | 1:01:35 | |
Bloomin' Henry. | 1:01:37 | 1:01:39 | |
Mrs Wickens, you're hurting me. | 1:01:40 | 1:01:42 | |
I'll hurt you if I have my way. | 1:01:42 | 1:01:45 | |
Children have it too good. | 1:01:45 | 1:01:47 | |
Meekin! Meekin! | 1:01:47 | 1:01:51 | |
Yes? | 1:01:51 | 1:01:53 | |
Yes, Mrs Wickens. | 1:01:53 | 1:01:55 | |
Lock Miss Sara in her bedroom. | 1:01:55 | 1:01:58 | |
Yes, Mrs Wickens. | 1:01:58 | 1:01:59 | |
Yes, Mrs Wickens. | 1:01:59 | 1:02:01 | |
Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. | 1:02:01 | 1:02:03 | |
See my new pink silk? | 1:02:04 | 1:02:08 | |
Oh, Bella, you look a picture. | 1:02:09 | 1:02:15 | |
Do us a turn around, my thrush, my linnet. | 1:02:15 | 1:02:18 | |
Let your old ma see you. | 1:02:18 | 1:02:21 | |
Oh, Bella, you look a picture. | 1:02:21 | 1:02:24 | |
Wait till that Bertie | 1:02:24 | 1:02:25 | |
casts his eyes on you. | 1:02:25 | 1:02:27 | |
He'll go all in a heap. | 1:02:27 | 1:02:30 | |
Ain't it pretty, Sara Sue? | 1:02:30 | 1:02:32 | |
# Ain't it pretty, Sara Sue? | 1:02:32 | 1:02:37 | |
# Would it look the same on you? | 1:02:37 | 1:02:41 | |
# Ain't it pretty? # | 1:02:41 | 1:02:44 | |
Very pretty, Bella. | 1:02:44 | 1:02:45 | |
Yes, it is. | 1:02:45 | 1:02:47 | |
Thank you. | 1:02:47 | 1:02:48 | |
JAMIE: She looks like a pig. | 1:02:48 | 1:02:51 | |
Aah! | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
She's having one of her turns. | 1:02:53 | 1:02:56 | |
Can she see us? | 1:02:56 | 1:02:57 | |
She's got a child's mind. Perhaps she can. | 1:02:57 | 1:03:01 | |
BELLA: Aah! | 1:03:01 | 1:03:02 | |
Aah! | 1:03:02 | 1:03:05 | |
SHE CRIES | 1:03:05 | 1:03:07 | |
All around me - ghosts. | 1:03:07 | 1:03:08 | |
I can see through them - right through them. | 1:03:08 | 1:03:12 | |
Hush now, Bella. There ain't nobody there. | 1:03:12 | 1:03:16 | |
You haven't been in my gin, have you? | 1:03:16 | 1:03:19 | |
They're there. There. | 1:03:19 | 1:03:21 | |
Hear me, Bella. | 1:03:21 | 1:03:24 | |
I'll haunt you until you release | 1:03:24 | 1:03:26 | |
little Georgie from the cellar. | 1:03:26 | 1:03:29 | |
Let Georgie out. | 1:03:30 | 1:03:32 | |
Then perhaps they'll leave me alone. | 1:03:32 | 1:03:35 | |
Who will leave you alone, love? | 1:03:35 | 1:03:38 | |
There's nobody there. | 1:03:38 | 1:03:41 | |
Let Georgie go. | 1:03:41 | 1:03:43 | |
Don't overdo it. | 1:03:46 | 1:03:48 | |
What is going on? | 1:03:48 | 1:03:49 | |
I heard screaming. | 1:03:49 | 1:03:51 | |
Bella. | 1:03:51 | 1:03:52 | |
- Oh, Bertie. - Bella. | 1:03:56 | 1:03:59 | |
I was that scared. | 1:03:59 | 1:04:01 | |
Tell ma to let him out, | 1:04:01 | 1:04:03 | |
or they'll be after me again. | 1:04:03 | 1:04:05 | |
Let who out? Who's after you? | 1:04:05 | 1:04:08 | |
BERTIE: What's going on? | 1:04:08 | 1:04:10 | |
Mrs Wickens? | 1:04:10 | 1:04:11 | |
Master Georgie was very rude, sir - | 1:04:11 | 1:04:13 | |
Bertie, dear - very rude. | 1:04:13 | 1:04:17 | |
I put him in the cellar | 1:04:17 | 1:04:19 | |
to cool his blood off, sir. | 1:04:19 | 1:04:22 | |
Release him at once. | 1:04:22 | 1:04:25 | |
I will not have Bella distressed. | 1:04:25 | 1:04:28 | |
Fetch some smelling salts. | 1:04:28 | 1:04:29 | |
Yes, sir. | 1:04:29 | 1:04:31 | |
Why are you waiting? | 1:04:31 | 1:04:33 | |
Son-in-law, my dear, | 1:04:33 | 1:04:36 | |
how can I leave my baby like this? | 1:04:36 | 1:04:39 | |
My wife, mother-in-law, | 1:04:39 | 1:04:41 | |
is perfectly all right with me. | 1:04:41 | 1:04:43 | |
You do as I say. | 1:04:43 | 1:04:45 | |
Oh, if you shout, | 1:04:45 | 1:04:47 | |
I'll have a heart attack. | 1:04:47 | 1:04:49 | |
I'll have heart failure. | 1:04:49 | 1:04:51 | |
Oh! Oh, no! Oh! | 1:04:51 | 1:04:52 | |
I think I'm having it. I'm off. | 1:04:52 | 1:04:55 | |
You are off, Mrs Wickens. | 1:04:55 | 1:04:57 | |
Get up. | 1:04:57 | 1:04:59 | |
Your performance is not convincing. | 1:04:59 | 1:05:01 | |
Get up, I say, | 1:05:01 | 1:05:03 | |
and release Georgie instantly. | 1:05:03 | 1:05:04 | |
BERTIE: Go with her, Sara. | 1:05:06 | 1:05:09 | |
Now, my little sausage. | 1:05:09 | 1:05:12 | |
Who is after you? | 1:05:12 | 1:05:13 | |
We are. | 1:05:13 | 1:05:16 | |
Oh, my God. | 1:05:17 | 1:05:19 | |
Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. | 1:05:19 | 1:05:24 | |
Mamma...mamma... mamma... | 1:05:24 | 1:05:27 | |
mamma...mamma... | 1:05:27 | 1:05:29 | |
mamma... | 1:05:29 | 1:05:30 | |
BERTIE, BELLA AND MR WICKENS: Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. | 1:05:30 | 1:05:41 | |
What is all that noise downstairs? | 1:05:45 | 1:05:49 | |
They are having dinner. | 1:05:49 | 1:05:50 | |
Why don't we eavesdrop? | 1:05:52 | 1:05:53 | |
We might find out | 1:05:53 | 1:05:55 | |
what they're up to. | 1:05:55 | 1:05:56 | |
(Georgie, if you're coming with us, | 1:06:00 | 1:06:03 | |
(you have to be quiet. Promise?) | 1:06:03 | 1:06:05 | |
(Promise.) | 1:06:05 | 1:06:07 | |
They're finishing. | 1:06:07 | 1:06:08 | |
(There's Mr. Blunden.) | 1:06:08 | 1:06:10 | |
(It's all falling into shape.) | 1:06:10 | 1:06:13 | |
Time is running out. | 1:06:13 | 1:06:14 | |
Can't bear to think of it. | 1:06:14 | 1:06:17 | |
BELLA: Your nightingale will be sad | 1:06:17 | 1:06:19 | |
without you. | 1:06:19 | 1:06:20 | |
BERTIE: It will only be for a few days. | 1:06:20 | 1:06:24 | |
Mr Blunden thinks it advisable | 1:06:24 | 1:06:26 | |
I go with him to London. | 1:06:26 | 1:06:28 | |
Mr Blunden doesn't know | 1:06:28 | 1:06:30 | |
how sorry he will be. | 1:06:30 | 1:06:32 | |
Now, Georgie, | 1:06:32 | 1:06:33 | |
what shall we do with it? | 1:06:33 | 1:06:35 | |
It will save a great deal of time. | 1:06:35 | 1:06:38 | |
I must get money, my sausage. | 1:06:38 | 1:06:41 | |
Mr Blunden, sir, | 1:06:41 | 1:06:42 | |
Uncle Bertie won't feed us. | 1:06:42 | 1:06:44 | |
He doesn't care if we snuff it. | 1:06:44 | 1:06:48 | |
You are mischievous children. | 1:06:48 | 1:06:49 | |
Your uncle is a kind | 1:06:49 | 1:06:51 | |
and considerate guardian. | 1:06:51 | 1:06:53 | |
You should be more careful. | 1:06:53 | 1:06:55 | |
Mrs Wickens means to harm us. | 1:06:55 | 1:06:57 | |
I know she does. Don't leave. | 1:06:57 | 1:07:00 | |
Please listen to her. | 1:07:00 | 1:07:01 | |
Bertie, surely they cannot mean | 1:07:01 | 1:07:03 | |
to accuse dear mamma. | 1:07:03 | 1:07:05 | |
Of course not, dearest. | 1:07:05 | 1:07:06 | |
Your mother is splendid - | 1:07:06 | 1:07:08 | |
kind and considerate always. | 1:07:08 | 1:07:10 | |
Your mother is an old witch. | 1:07:10 | 1:07:13 | |
YELLING | 1:07:13 | 1:07:16 | |
I can't bear it. I can't bear it. | 1:07:17 | 1:07:20 | |
How dare you talk to me | 1:07:20 | 1:07:22 | |
like that? | 1:07:22 | 1:07:24 | |
I'll go. If Mr Blunden sees me, | 1:07:27 | 1:07:30 | |
he might remember what will happen. | 1:07:30 | 1:07:32 | |
How can he remember it? | 1:07:32 | 1:07:34 | |
He must remember something. | 1:07:34 | 1:07:35 | |
He brought us here. | 1:07:35 | 1:07:37 | |
There are two of you. | 1:07:40 | 1:07:42 | |
Two Mr Blundens. | 1:07:45 | 1:07:46 | |
Yes, James, there are two of us. | 1:07:46 | 1:07:49 | |
We're both the same man, | 1:07:49 | 1:07:51 | |
but he wouldn't know. | 1:07:51 | 1:07:53 | |
It was I who brought you. | 1:07:53 | 1:07:55 | |
But if I told him... | 1:07:55 | 1:07:57 | |
(He wouldn't see or hear you.) | 1:07:59 | 1:08:02 | |
(He's a shallow, insensitive man.) | 1:08:02 | 1:08:06 | |
It's very difficult, Mr Blunden. | 1:08:06 | 1:08:07 | |
We came to help you, | 1:08:07 | 1:08:09 | |
but there's little we can do. | 1:08:09 | 1:08:12 | |
It's not yet time. | 1:08:12 | 1:08:13 | |
(Everything must go on as before - | 1:08:13 | 1:08:16 | |
(for a while anyway - just as before.) | 1:08:16 | 1:08:19 | |
(Now, you must just wait | 1:08:19 | 1:08:22 | |
(and be patient.) | 1:08:22 | 1:08:24 | |
(Wait and be patient.) | 1:08:24 | 1:08:27 | |
(Wait and be patient.) | 1:08:29 | 1:08:33 | |
BERTIE: I'll return | 1:08:41 | 1:08:43 | |
when I've raised enough money | 1:08:43 | 1:08:45 | |
to keep us happy. | 1:08:45 | 1:08:47 | |
It's all occurring, | 1:08:47 | 1:08:48 | |
my dearest sausage. | 1:08:48 | 1:08:50 | |
Shall we go, Blunden? | 1:08:50 | 1:08:53 | |
Au revoir, my daughter | 1:08:53 | 1:08:54 | |
of a unique mother. | 1:08:54 | 1:08:56 | |
Now, Luce. | 1:09:26 | 1:09:27 | |
Sara. | 1:09:36 | 1:09:38 | |
Sara. | 1:09:38 | 1:09:39 | |
Sara. | 1:09:39 | 1:09:41 | |
Georgie. | 1:09:41 | 1:09:43 | |
We must find them. | 1:09:43 | 1:09:45 | |
I'm sure the time is now, | 1:09:45 | 1:09:47 | |
with Blunden leaving | 1:09:47 | 1:09:48 | |
and Sara inside the house. | 1:09:48 | 1:09:50 | |
(It will be soon, Lucy.) | 1:09:50 | 1:09:52 | |
Perhaps Mrs Wickens didn't put them in the cellar. | 1:09:52 | 1:09:56 | |
Perhaps they're in the nursery. | 1:09:56 | 1:09:58 | |
(Lucy!) | 1:10:06 | 1:10:08 | |
(I've just thought.) | 1:10:08 | 1:10:09 | |
(The nursery's over the library.) | 1:10:09 | 1:10:11 | |
(That's where the fire started.) | 1:10:11 | 1:10:13 | |
James, it is happening | 1:10:13 | 1:10:15 | |
like before. | 1:10:15 | 1:10:17 | |
Come on. Come on. | 1:10:17 | 1:10:19 | |
THUMP | 1:10:28 | 1:10:30 | |
FOOTSTEPS AND HUMMING | 1:10:30 | 1:10:33 | |
Quick, we'd better get out of sight. | 1:10:33 | 1:10:36 | |
Bella can see us. | 1:10:36 | 1:10:37 | |
# I'm a naughty girl | 1:10:40 | 1:10:43 | |
# And you're a naughty boy... # | 1:10:43 | 1:10:47 | |
BELLA: I'm doing this secretly, | 1:10:57 | 1:10:59 | |
out of the kindness of me heart. | 1:10:59 | 1:11:02 | |
Hurry up and drink it. | 1:11:02 | 1:11:03 | |
SARA: That's very kind. | 1:11:03 | 1:11:05 | |
LUCY: Get the key. | 1:11:09 | 1:11:10 | |
If we take it, | 1:11:10 | 1:11:12 | |
she'll tell her mother it's missing. | 1:11:12 | 1:11:14 | |
Follow her when she leaves | 1:11:14 | 1:11:16 | |
and see what she does. | 1:11:16 | 1:11:18 | |
SARA: Good night. | 1:11:18 | 1:11:19 | |
# I'm a naughty girl | 1:11:24 | 1:11:27 | |
# And you're a naughty boy | 1:11:27 | 1:11:29 | |
# It takes a naughty girl | 1:11:29 | 1:11:31 | |
# To make a naughty boy... | 1:11:31 | 1:11:34 | |
# And they make a naughty game # | 1:11:38 | 1:11:41 | |
Did they drink it all? | 1:11:41 | 1:11:43 | |
Yes, ma. | 1:11:43 | 1:11:44 | |
Cor, that hurts, ma! | 1:11:44 | 1:11:46 | |
I told them like you said - | 1:11:46 | 1:11:48 | |
I was doing it | 1:11:48 | 1:11:49 | |
out of the kindness of me heart. | 1:11:49 | 1:11:52 | |
I wanted them to get a good sleep. | 1:11:52 | 1:11:55 | |
They'll sleep all right. | 1:11:55 | 1:11:57 | |
There's my good little girl. | 1:11:57 | 1:11:59 | |
Don't want them to think | 1:11:59 | 1:12:00 | |
I'm getting soft. | 1:12:00 | 1:12:02 | |
Take this tray to the kitchen | 1:12:02 | 1:12:04 | |
and wash them mugs very hard - | 1:12:04 | 1:12:08 | |
very hard. | 1:12:08 | 1:12:10 | |
Don't want no sediment. | 1:12:10 | 1:12:13 | |
Wash them in boiling water. | 1:12:13 | 1:12:15 | |
Yes, ma. > | 1:12:15 | 1:12:16 | |
Do something, quick. | 1:12:21 | 1:12:23 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 1:12:29 | 1:12:31 | |
I'll get into her room. | 1:13:37 | 1:13:39 | |
We need that key. | 1:13:39 | 1:13:41 | |
Come on. | 1:13:41 | 1:13:43 | |
MRS WICKENS: Oh, my God! | 1:13:51 | 1:13:53 | |
- No. - (Mr Wickens.) | 1:13:57 | 1:13:59 | |
(Bundles of wood.) | 1:14:01 | 1:14:03 | |
Lucy, the fire - he started it. | 1:14:03 | 1:14:05 | |
Oh, no! Come on. | 1:14:05 | 1:14:07 | |
Ha ha ha! | 1:14:17 | 1:14:20 | |
We have to separate. | 1:14:30 | 1:14:31 | |
I'll break down the nursery door. | 1:14:31 | 1:14:34 | |
You warn Tom. | 1:14:34 | 1:14:35 | |
His life depends on it. | 1:14:35 | 1:14:37 | |
STONES HIT WINDOW | 1:14:47 | 1:14:49 | |
Sara! Georgie! | 1:14:49 | 1:14:51 | |
Miss Sara - is she all right? | 1:14:51 | 1:14:54 | |
She's in the nursery. | 1:14:54 | 1:14:55 | |
Jamie's trying to break down the door. | 1:14:55 | 1:14:59 | |
Don't! You mustn't! You'll fall. | 1:14:59 | 1:15:01 | |
It isn't safe. You'll be killed. | 1:15:01 | 1:15:03 | |
Miss Sara's a person I'd gladly die for. | 1:15:03 | 1:15:06 | |
It will only make things worse. | 1:15:06 | 1:15:09 | |
Aah! | 1:15:09 | 1:15:11 | |
Aah! | 1:15:11 | 1:15:13 | |
Uh! | 1:15:17 | 1:15:19 | |
Please, Mr Wickens, | 1:15:24 | 1:15:26 | |
don't pull the drainpipe. | 1:15:26 | 1:15:27 | |
I know what will happen! | 1:15:27 | 1:15:30 | |
Uh! | 1:15:30 | 1:15:32 | |
JAMIE: Sara! Sara, are you all right? | 1:15:49 | 1:15:53 | |
BANGING | 1:16:02 | 1:16:04 | |
Sara. HE COUGHS | 1:16:18 | 1:16:20 | |
Sara. | 1:16:20 | 1:16:21 | |
Please don't be dead. | 1:16:27 | 1:16:30 | |
Sara. Wake up! | 1:16:30 | 1:16:32 | |
Aah! | 1:16:38 | 1:16:40 | |
Help! Sara! | 1:16:40 | 1:16:42 | |
Open the window, for pity's sake! Sara! | 1:16:42 | 1:16:45 | |
Open the window! | 1:16:48 | 1:16:50 | |
LUCY: Aah! | 1:17:03 | 1:17:05 | |
Aah! | 1:17:05 | 1:17:06 | |
LUCY: No! Tom! | 1:17:06 | 1:17:09 | |
I'm with them, Lucy. I'm here. | 1:17:14 | 1:17:17 | |
Where's Sara? Is she all right? | 1:17:17 | 1:17:19 | |
They're alive but won't wake up. | 1:17:19 | 1:17:21 | |
They've been drugged. | 1:17:21 | 1:17:23 | |
Oh. Oh! | 1:17:28 | 1:17:30 | |
Come on, Sara. | 1:17:30 | 1:17:32 | |
SHE COUGHS | 1:17:32 | 1:17:34 | |
WICKENS: Aah! | 1:17:35 | 1:17:37 | |
Aah! | 1:17:37 | 1:17:38 | |
I said I'd kill you. I will! | 1:17:39 | 1:17:42 | |
Aah! | 1:17:43 | 1:17:45 | |
I mean it! | 1:17:45 | 1:17:47 | |
COUGHING | 1:17:57 | 1:17:59 | |
WICKENS: Aah! | 1:18:01 | 1:18:02 | |
Miss, miss, this is no time for singing. | 1:18:15 | 1:18:18 | |
MRS WICKENS: Wickens! | 1:18:18 | 1:18:20 | |
You've gone too far! | 1:18:20 | 1:18:23 | |
Oh, Miss Arabella, please. | 1:18:30 | 1:18:31 | |
# Oh, I'm a naughty... # | 1:18:31 | 1:18:34 | |
Wickens! | 1:18:34 | 1:18:37 | |
James, I thought you'd never come! | 1:18:37 | 1:18:39 | |
I've got to go back. Look after Sara! | 1:18:39 | 1:18:42 | |
Come on. | 1:18:42 | 1:18:43 | |
Sara? | 1:18:45 | 1:18:47 | |
He's alive. | 1:18:58 | 1:19:00 | |
Where's Georgie? Is he there? | 1:19:00 | 1:19:01 | |
I'll go get him. | 1:19:01 | 1:19:03 | |
Tom. Lucy. | 1:19:13 | 1:19:15 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 1:19:22 | 1:19:25 | |
GLASS SHATTERS | 1:19:30 | 1:19:32 | |
I would if I could. | 1:19:41 | 1:19:43 | |
I would, Georgie. I would! | 1:19:47 | 1:19:49 | |
James. | 1:19:51 | 1:19:53 | |
We will go together. | 1:19:58 | 1:19:59 | |
The fire won't touch you. | 1:19:59 | 1:20:01 | |
Now is the time. | 1:20:11 | 1:20:12 | |
Look straight ahead and don't be afraid. | 1:20:12 | 1:20:16 | |
I can't feel a thing. Nothing. | 1:20:22 | 1:20:25 | |
Look... | 1:20:25 | 1:20:27 | |
straight... | 1:20:27 | 1:20:29 | |
ahead! | 1:20:29 | 1:20:30 | |
Tom, where's Georgie? | 1:20:34 | 1:20:35 | |
Sara? | 1:20:37 | 1:20:39 | |
Sara? | 1:20:43 | 1:20:44 | |
HE COUGHS | 1:20:48 | 1:20:50 | |
'At last. | 1:21:09 | 1:21:12 | |
'At last. | 1:21:12 | 1:21:15 | |
'Thank you, my dears.' | 1:21:15 | 1:21:19 | |
Jamie! Georgie! | 1:21:22 | 1:21:24 | |
Mr Blunden, you promised to guard them. You promised! | 1:21:24 | 1:21:27 | |
Jamie! | 1:21:29 | 1:21:30 | |
Lucy! | 1:21:30 | 1:21:32 | |
Georgie, Georgie. | 1:21:33 | 1:21:35 | |
Oh, Georgie. | 1:21:35 | 1:21:37 | |
- Oh, Georgie. - Sara? Sara? | 1:21:38 | 1:21:41 | |
Georgie. | 1:21:41 | 1:21:43 | |
Jamie. JAMIE! | 1:21:43 | 1:21:46 | |
Jamie! Jamie! | 1:21:46 | 1:21:49 | |
Jamie! | 1:21:49 | 1:21:50 | |
Jamie, please. Jamie! | 1:21:50 | 1:21:52 | |
SHE CRIES | 1:21:52 | 1:21:54 | |
Please, Jamie, don't. Please don't! | 1:21:56 | 1:21:59 | |
Jamie! | 1:21:59 | 1:22:01 | |
Jamie. | 1:22:01 | 1:22:04 | |
Jamie. | 1:22:04 | 1:22:05 | |
Oh, you were too late, Mr Blunden. | 1:22:05 | 1:22:08 | |
You were always too late! | 1:22:08 | 1:22:10 | |
I won't go back without Jamie! | 1:22:10 | 1:22:13 | |
I will not go without Jamie. | 1:22:13 | 1:22:16 | |
I won't go without him. | 1:22:16 | 1:22:18 | |
I won't go without him. | 1:22:18 | 1:22:21 | |
I won't go without Jamie. | 1:22:21 | 1:22:24 | |
Jamie? | 1:22:24 | 1:22:27 | |
I won't go without Jamie. | 1:22:27 | 1:22:29 | |
I won't go! | 1:22:29 | 1:22:30 | |
I won't go without Jamie. | 1:22:32 | 1:22:36 | |
I won't go without Jamie. | 1:22:36 | 1:22:38 | |
...go back without Jamie. | 1:22:40 | 1:22:41 | |
Jamie. | 1:22:41 | 1:22:44 | |
Jamie? | 1:22:47 | 1:22:49 | |
Jamie! | 1:22:50 | 1:22:52 | |
Jamie! | 1:22:52 | 1:22:53 | |
Jamie! | 1:22:55 | 1:22:57 | |
Jamie! | 1:22:59 | 1:23:00 | |
Jamie? | 1:23:00 | 1:23:02 | |
Jamie! | 1:23:05 | 1:23:07 | |
Jamie! Jamie? | 1:23:07 | 1:23:10 | |
Oh! | 1:23:10 | 1:23:12 | |
Jamie? Jamie! | 1:23:12 | 1:23:14 | |
Jamie. | 1:23:14 | 1:23:16 | |
Jamie! | 1:23:16 | 1:23:18 | |
Jamie. | 1:23:18 | 1:23:19 | |
Our father... which art in heaven... | 1:23:35 | 1:23:38 | |
which art in heaven, | 1:23:38 | 1:23:39 | |
hallowed be thy name. | 1:23:39 | 1:23:41 | |
Thy kingdom come. | 1:23:41 | 1:23:42 | |
Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in heaven. | 1:23:42 | 1:23:48 | |
Give us this day... | 1:23:48 | 1:23:49 | |
'I should have told them. | 1:23:49 | 1:23:51 | |
'James isn't dying. He's just lost in time. | 1:23:51 | 1:23:56 | |
'Gosh, I hope that's all. | 1:23:56 | 1:23:58 | |
'Just because Mr Blunden wasn't there, | 1:23:58 | 1:24:00 | |
'no-one will believe it. | 1:24:00 | 1:24:02 | |
'God doesn't want James to die. That would be silly. | 1:24:02 | 1:24:06 | |
'James is only lost in time, isn't he?' | 1:24:06 | 1:24:09 | |
Amen. | 1:24:09 | 1:24:12 | |
PRIEST: Almighty God, who, | 1:24:12 | 1:24:13 | |
through thine only begotten son, Jesus Christ, | 1:24:13 | 1:24:16 | |
hast overcome death and opened unto us | 1:24:16 | 1:24:19 | |
the gate of everlasting life, | 1:24:19 | 1:24:21 | |
we humbly beseech thee | 1:24:21 | 1:24:22 | |
that as by thy special grace preventing us, | 1:24:22 | 1:24:25 | |
thou dost put into our minds good desires. | 1:24:25 | 1:24:28 | |
So, by they continual help, | 1:24:28 | 1:24:30 | |
we may bring the same to good effect | 1:24:30 | 1:24:33 | |
through Jesus Christ our lord. | 1:24:33 | 1:24:35 | |
Suppose nothing has changed? | 1:24:35 | 1:24:38 | |
How can anything have changed? | 1:24:38 | 1:24:41 | |
Supposing Sara and Georgie's graves have gone? | 1:24:41 | 1:24:44 | |
Oh, I can't be as silly as that. | 1:24:44 | 1:24:47 | |
I can't really go wandering around | 1:24:47 | 1:24:50 | |
expecting to find a yawning hole | 1:24:50 | 1:24:52 | |
surrounded by a crowd of astonished villagers. | 1:24:52 | 1:24:55 | |
Ooh! | 1:24:55 | 1:24:59 | |
And yet, if it is all the same, what does it mean? | 1:24:59 | 1:25:04 | |
Did we dream it? | 1:25:04 | 1:25:07 | |
Where is James, then? | 1:25:07 | 1:25:08 | |
"Frederick Percival Blunden... | 1:25:41 | 1:25:46 | |
"gave his life to save the children in his care. | 1:25:46 | 1:25:52 | |
"April 21st, 1818." | 1:25:52 | 1:25:58 | |
Yesterday - 100 years ago. | 1:25:58 | 1:26:04 | |
Oh, we did it. | 1:26:04 | 1:26:08 | |
Jamie did it. | 1:26:08 | 1:26:11 | |
MRS ALLEN: Lucy! | 1:26:21 | 1:26:23 | |
Lucy! He's awake! | 1:26:23 | 1:26:26 | |
Jamie's awake! | 1:26:26 | 1:26:28 | |
He woke up, but I think he's confused. | 1:26:44 | 1:26:47 | |
He said, "I got held up," as if he'd been away. | 1:26:47 | 1:26:52 | |
Can I see him? | 1:26:52 | 1:26:53 | |
Yes, of course you can, darling. | 1:26:53 | 1:26:56 | |
Mummy, I do love you. | 1:26:56 | 1:26:58 | |
Are you all right? | 1:27:02 | 1:27:04 | |
Well, of course. Are you? | 1:27:04 | 1:27:06 | |
- Where have you been, then? - Been? | 1:27:09 | 1:27:11 | |
Yes, been, James. Where have you been? | 1:27:11 | 1:27:15 | |
You know very well. | 1:27:15 | 1:27:17 | |
Where have we been? | 1:27:17 | 1:27:20 | |
You've remembered, then? | 1:27:20 | 1:27:22 | |
Well, do you? | 1:27:22 | 1:27:25 | |
Lucy, did we? Did we? | 1:27:25 | 1:27:27 | |
Yes. I went to the churchyard, | 1:27:27 | 1:27:29 | |
and the graves have gone. | 1:27:29 | 1:27:31 | |
We did it! You did it. | 1:27:31 | 1:27:34 | |
You helped... a bit. | 1:27:34 | 1:27:36 | |
JAMIE: Clatterbuck. | 1:27:55 | 1:27:56 | |
Trouble. Camden Town, here we come. | 1:27:56 | 1:27:59 | |
It's OK I've had a letter, and it's private. | 1:27:59 | 1:28:03 | |
Hmm. Secrets. | 1:28:03 | 1:28:04 | |
Clatterbuck. | 1:28:11 | 1:28:12 | |
Charmed, indeed. | 1:28:15 | 1:28:16 | |
Have a good journey? | 1:28:16 | 1:28:18 | |
It's all very well for you. | 1:28:37 | 1:28:40 | |
You'll belong to someone again. | 1:28:40 | 1:28:42 | |
And what about us? | 1:28:42 | 1:28:45 | |
Where do we belong? | 1:28:45 | 1:28:47 | |
Cheerio, swans. | 1:29:25 | 1:29:26 | |
SPLASH | 1:29:26 | 1:29:27 | |
Where have you been? | 1:29:32 | 1:29:34 | |
Has he finished yet? | 1:29:34 | 1:29:35 | |
In the attic? No, I don't think so. | 1:29:35 | 1:29:38 | |
You know that blue vase? | 1:29:40 | 1:29:42 | |
Yes. | 1:29:42 | 1:29:43 | |
I nearly smashed it | 1:29:43 | 1:29:45 | |
when you were trying to get the keys, | 1:29:45 | 1:29:47 | |
and I couldn't do it. | 1:29:47 | 1:29:49 | |
Strange to think it was here all this time. | 1:29:49 | 1:29:53 | |
Probably here before Sara and Georgie. | 1:29:53 | 1:29:57 | |
Probably be here | 1:29:57 | 1:29:58 | |
long after we've left. | 1:29:58 | 1:30:00 | |
Probably. | 1:30:00 | 1:30:01 | |
Doesn't really seem fair. | 1:30:01 | 1:30:03 | |
MRS ALLEN: James! Lucy! | 1:30:03 | 1:30:05 | |
Come on. | 1:30:05 | 1:30:07 | |
What does he want? | 1:30:12 | 1:30:13 | |
I don't know. Looks pretty nervous, as usual. | 1:30:13 | 1:30:16 | |
Mr Clatterbuck, you know James and Lucy. | 1:30:16 | 1:30:19 | |
Hello again. | 1:30:19 | 1:30:21 | |
Well? When do we go? | 1:30:22 | 1:30:25 | |
Go? | 1:30:25 | 1:30:26 | |
Yes, go. | 1:30:26 | 1:30:27 | |
Back to Camden Town. When? | 1:30:27 | 1:30:29 | |
We don't have to. | 1:30:29 | 1:30:31 | |
Mr Blunden, for some unknown reason, | 1:30:31 | 1:30:33 | |
raised himself from his bed of mental misery, | 1:30:33 | 1:30:36 | |
hurled himself as best he could into the office, | 1:30:36 | 1:30:39 | |
and said, | 1:30:39 | 1:30:41 | |
"Get them papers | 1:30:41 | 1:30:43 | |
"on Sara and Tom's marriage." | 1:30:43 | 1:30:45 | |
I did as I was told, | 1:30:45 | 1:30:47 | |
him being the governor, | 1:30:47 | 1:30:49 | |
and here they are. | 1:30:49 | 1:30:51 | |
We are related to these people. | 1:30:51 | 1:30:54 | |
They were great-grandparents of daddy's. | 1:30:54 | 1:30:57 | |
Just over 100 years ago, they lived here | 1:30:57 | 1:31:00 | |
and then went to America. | 1:31:00 | 1:31:02 | |
Not over 100 years ago, | 1:31:02 | 1:31:04 | |
exactly 100 years ago. | 1:31:04 | 1:31:06 | |
"New York, America, 1825. | 1:31:06 | 1:31:09 | |
"Sara Latimer of Langley Park | 1:31:09 | 1:31:11 | |
"married a Thomas Mortimer, | 1:31:11 | 1:31:13 | |
"a gardener by trade." | 1:31:13 | 1:31:15 | |
Very infra dig. | 1:31:15 | 1:31:16 | |
Out of his class. | 1:31:16 | 1:31:18 | |
He's come to tell us | 1:31:18 | 1:31:20 | |
that we're the legal owners of the house. | 1:31:20 | 1:31:23 | |
We can stay! | 1:31:23 | 1:31:25 | |
Plus an allowance of £500 a year. | 1:31:25 | 1:31:27 | |
In perpetuity. | 1:31:27 | 1:31:29 | |
In what? | 1:31:29 | 1:31:31 | |
For your lifetime, Sonny Jim. | 1:31:31 | 1:31:33 | |
I won't go into all the legal logistics. | 1:31:33 | 1:31:36 | |
You wouldn't understand. | 1:31:36 | 1:31:38 | |
Step this way, if you please. | 1:31:38 | 1:31:40 | |
All will be revealed. | 1:31:40 | 1:31:42 | |
Sara. Tom! | 1:31:46 | 1:31:49 | |
I know. | 1:31:49 | 1:31:51 | |
Great-grandma Sara. | 1:31:51 | 1:31:54 | |
Great-grandpa Tom. | 1:31:54 | 1:31:56 | |
LUCY: Mr Blunden! | 1:32:06 | 1:32:08 | |
Mr Blunden. Mr Blunden. | 1:32:08 | 1:32:12 | |
Which one? Which one? | 1:32:12 | 1:32:15 | |
We three kings of Orient are, my dears. | 1:32:15 | 1:32:19 | |
Hooray! It's ours! | 1:32:23 | 1:32:26 | |
It's ours, Benjy. | 1:32:26 | 1:32:28 | |
It's really ours. | 1:32:28 | 1:32:29 | |
Oh! | 1:32:29 | 1:32:31 | |
JAMIE: It's ours! | 1:32:31 | 1:32:32 | |
SARA: It's ours! It's ours! | 1:32:32 | 1:32:34 | |
It's ours! | 1:32:34 | 1:32:37 | |
It's theirs! | 1:32:41 | 1:32:43 | |
It's ours! | 1:32:43 | 1:32:44 | |
It's theirs! | 1:32:44 | 1:32:46 | |
Oh! | 1:32:48 | 1:32:50 | |
Goodbye. | 1:32:50 | 1:32:51 | |
Bye-bye. | 1:32:51 | 1:32:53 | |
Benjy, say goodbye. | 1:32:53 | 1:32:55 | |
Go on. | 1:32:55 | 1:32:56 | |
Cheerio, then. | 1:33:03 | 1:33:04 | |
Oh. Goodbye, then. | 1:33:06 | 1:33:09 | |
Thank you very much. | 1:33:14 | 1:33:15 | |
Thank you very much. | 1:33:15 | 1:33:16 | |
Goodbye. Goodbye. | 1:33:16 | 1:33:19 | |
Hope you enjoyed it. | 1:33:26 | 1:33:27 | |
Bye. Come again. | 1:33:27 | 1:33:29 | |
- Goodbye. - Goodbye. | 1:33:37 | 1:33:40 | |
Goodbye. | 1:33:48 | 1:33:50 | |
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