Far from the Madding Crowd

Round back.

Good dog, good dog.

Get away out round him now.

No! Puppy. Come here. Come back.

Come here. Come back here. Here.

No. Come back here.

Come on. Come here, come here!

Come here. Bad dog. Sit down, down.

You mad dog.

No. Come here.

Now, get away out. Get away out back.

Get away out round him.

Mr. Oak!

Sweet.

Bathsheba.

She was here.

I brought her a lamb.

I thought she might like to rear it.

She might.

Bathsheba.

She should be here.

Would you care to wait?

Thank you.

If you'd like to leave the lamb,

I'll tell her.

Well, the lamb isn't really the business

I came about, Mrs. Hurst.

In short, I was going to ask her

if she'd like to be married.

Were you, indeed?

Because if she would,

I'd be very glad to marry her.

Do you know if she has any other men

hanging about her at all?

Dozens, I'm afraid.

One, two, three, dozens.

Oh, that's unfortunate.

I'm only an everyday sort of man...

...and my only chance

was in being first comer.

No use of my waiting, then.

Well, I'll take myself off.

Gabriel!

Gabriel.

It's not true.

- What isn't?

- Dozens.

- Oh.

- Not one nor two nor three.

- I see.

- In fact, I haven't anyone at all.

Well, I'm really and truly very glad

to hear that.

I've got a snug little farm.

Yes, yes, you have.

A man's advanced me money to begin,

but I shall pay that off...

...soon as my sheep come to market.

- Mm.

I'm only an everyday sort of man,

but, uh...

Well, I've got on a little

since I was a boy.

And when we're married,

I shall work twice as hard as I do now.

I know I can make you happy.

You shall have a piano in a year or two.

Farmers' wives

are getting to have pianos now.

Oh, I should like that.

And I could practice up a flute.

Play for you in the evenings.

You shall have one of those

10-pound gigs for market.

- Really?

- And a frame for cucumbers.

We'll have the wedding

put in the papers.

- Oh, I should love that.

- And the babies in the list of births.

And at home by the fire,

whenever I look up, there you will be.

And whenever you look up,

there I shall be.

I'm sorry, but it's no use.

Why?

Because I don't love you.

Now, that is a tale. You chase after a man,

then you say you don't want him.

I didn't chase after you.

I just didn't want you thinking

I was any man's property.

Look, Mr. Oak.

You're a farmer, just beginning.

And in common prudence,

you ought to marry a woman with money...

...who can clear you of debt

and stock up a good farm for you.

That's the very thing

I've been thinking myself.

Then why'd you come here

bothering me?

Perhaps because I can't bring myself

to be prudent.

Oh, I see.

And how could you possibly expect me

to marry someone who can't be prudent?

No, Bathsheba.

I'll wait a while.

I love you far more than common.

I'm sorry, but I don't love you a bit.

So it'd be ridiculous, wouldn't it?

Very well.

Then I shall ask you no more.

- Bye-bye, auntie.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

- Take care of yourself.

- I will.

Get a message to me.

- I will.

Take care of her, Mr. Gibbons.

- Take care of yourself too.

Don't forget to write to me!

Boxey!

Boxey!

Come back!

Thank God I'm not married.

Form ranks there.

Come on. Get into line.

Frank. Frank.

Fanny.

Come on. Come on.

What are you doing here?

- I can't stop now.

- But you did say that we could...

That I could come and see you.

You shouldn't be here.

Frank?

- When will it be?

- When will what be?

The ceremony.

The ceremony?

The wedding.

You did say time and again

we'd be married.

If I said so, then we will.

Only, I can't stop now.

You did mean it, didn't you, Frank?

Fanny.

Do I love you?

Oh, Frank.

Well, do I?

You will get permission from the officers,

won't you?

I'll get more than permission,

unless I get on.

I'll lose my stripes.

And you'll lose your week's wages

if you don't get back.

As soon as we get our posting,

I'll send you word.

- I'll come right away.

You'll come when I tell you.

And not a minute later.

Now, don't be a doodle, Fanny.

I'll see you soon.

That's enough of that.

Forward, march.

Where would you like to go now, then?

You looking for a hand, sir?

No. I'm looking for a place myself.

- Do you anyone who needs a bailiff?

- Oh, that I don't.

- How long have you been a shepherd?

- A year, sir.

What work are you after?

- Bailiff, sir.

- I'm wanting a shepherd.

And how long have you been with him?

Yes?

What about old Samway?

There was no one better in his day...

...and there's work in him yet.

Not enough for my acreage.

You get him cheap.

You eat well?

Are you wanting a shepherd?

- No, a bailiff.

Seven shillings.

- I've got three children, I can't...

- Seven shillings a week and a cottage.

- I don't know, sir. I was hoping 8.

- It's a good cottage.

Take it, Tom.

- I was hoping 8, sir.

- No.

All right, sir, all right.

Whose farm were you last upon?

My own, sir.

Good night, Mr. Boldwood.

I'll race you home sometime.

Her's a handsome body of a woman,

the new mistress.

As far as looks are concerned, that is.

So her do seem.

So her do seem.

Hey, boy, steady.

They say, sir...

...every night afore her goes to bed,

her sits in front of the mirror...

...to see her nightcap's on proper.

There's a vain female.

And not a married woman.

Of all the world.

It were a funny thing to do,

leave a farm to a woman.

I never thought old Mr. Everdene

would ever leave a farm to a woman.

His nearest relation, she is. Ah.

Looks in the glass

to put on her nightcap properly. Ha, ha.

Very vain female.

Help, everyone!

- Gonna catch, they'll all go up!

Help. Help!

That were a funny thing to do...

...leave a farm to a woman.

Looks in her glass

to put on her nightcap properly.

That's a vain female.

Her's a vain female, for sure.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Keep back, you lot there. It's hopeless.

The whole yard will go up.

Where's the bailiff?

Where's Bailiff Pennyways?

Where's Bailiff Pennyways?

- Nobody's ever seen him, it's hopeless.

- Where's Bailiff Pennyways?

- I don't know, ma'am.

- I don't know where he is in all this mess.

Where's Bailiff Pennyways?

He must be somewhere.

Just go and find him.

Go and find the bailiff.

Leave the rick alone.

It's gone. It's hopeless, sir.

It's hopeless.

No, it's not. Get rick tops. Rick tops.

Rick tops. You, get water.

Bring those underneath,

stop the draft underneath it.

Rick tops?

Rick tops.

You, get water.

Water. Bring the water over here!

This way.

Soak these ricks up.

Make a line. Make a line. Make a line.

Here.

Full buckets coming up.

The empty ones going down.

Keep this line going.

Who's that giving orders?

Bring the water over here.

Faster down there.

- Pass them down quicker.

Buckets. Buckets.

There goes the other rick.

- Get the ladder.

The ladder.

Fetch your dad's claw.

- Who is that man taking charge?

- I don't know.

But whoever he is,

he saved your ricks for you.

Where's Bailiff Pennyways?

Let's go. Put it in the bottom there.

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