Far from the Madding Crowd Page #2

Down that way. Pour it on there.

You want a shepherd, ma'am?

Who's that?

What are you doing here,

Mr. Pennyways?

It's you, Miss Everdene. L...

You startled me.

I was shifting some barley...

...because of the fire.

- Don't you lie to me like that.

Leave that and get out.

- Don't get the wrong idea, Miss Everdene.

- I haven't.

Last count there were five sacks missing.

- Now I know why.

- Now, look...

I want you off this farm before sunrise.

Otherwise, I'll have you thrown off.

Do you understand?

Give me the keys.

Laid at him like a tomcat, I heard.

Did she?

Wondering who's gonna be baily now.

Question is, who's gonna be baily now?

What kind of a place is this to live at?

What kind of a missus

is she to work under?

Her hasn't had the farm

above a couple of weeks.

Her uncle was took bad,

doctor was sent for.

But with all his worldwide skill,

he couldn't save the man.

Yes, yes, yes.

Good morning, miss.

Good morning.

Before I begin, you ought to know that

the bailiff has been dismissed for thieving.

- Pennyways?

And I resolve to have no bailiff at all.

I shall manage everything

with my own head and hands.

So from now on, these keys remain

where I can find them.

Now, there's 10 shillings on his pay,

for anyone who wants to stay.

And no hard words for anyone

who wants to go.

What do you say?

I'll stay, miss.

And I'll stay too, ma'am.

Henery Fray.

What's your name?

Me?

Cainy Ball.

Cain? How did you

come by such a name?

It were like this, ma'am.

My mother, her not being

a scripture-read woman...

...uh, made a mistake at my christening.

Her thought that Abel killed Cain.

And her called me Cain...

...mistaking Abel for Cain.

How unfortunate for you.

Thank you.

We call him Cainy

because it sounds better.

Oh.

Um, Andrew Randle.

Will you stay?

Well, I...

He can curse as well as you or I. But

he can't say a common speech to save him.

If you're staying, Andrew,

just nod your head.

Oh.

Finish thanking me in a day or two.

Laban Tall, will you stay with us?

For you, or anyone else

who pays me well.

A man must live.

Who's that woman?

- I be his lawful wife.

Oh, you are?

- Well, will you stay, Laban?

- He'll stay, ma'am.

- I suppose he can speak for himself.

- Oh, Lord, ma'am, not he.

Poor gawk-hammer mortal.

Thank you, ma'am.

Fanny Robin.

Born on the farm. Brought up

by your uncle, one of the family.

Oh, I hope you'll remain so.

Two shillings and sixpence.

Thank you, ma'am.

Temperance and Soberness Miller.

Both women, I suppose.

- Here we be.

- Here we be, ma'am.

What do you do?

- Tend the threshing machine...

...wimble haybonds, ma'am...

...and say whoosh to the c*cks

when they go upon the seeds.

And plant Early Flourballs

and Thompson's Wonderfuls with a dibble.

Are they satisfactory women?

Yielding women, ma'am.

As scarlet a pair as ever you saw.

Sit down.

Who, ma'am?

- Sit down.

Temperance and Soberness,

live up to your names.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Yes, ma'am.

Joseph Poorgrass, I'll stay, sir.

Ma'am, I meant.

Thank you.

This is the new shepherd, miss.

Oh, yes.

You understand your duties?

Quite well, thank you, Miss Everdene.

And if I'm in any doubt, I'll inquire.

Thank you.

You know...

...I don't yet know my powers...

...or my talents in farming...

...but I shall do my best.

And if you serve me well,

so shall I serve you.

Don't let anyone suppose

that because I'm a woman...

...I don't understand the difference

between bad goings-on and good.

I shall be up before you're awake.

I shall be afield before you are up...

...and I shall have breakfasted

before you're afield.

In short, I shall astonish you all.

What a mess.

Oh, I don't know

what he wanted all these old papers for.

Don't you feel that way?

Oh, excellent, you are so strong.

- All right with it.

Mm.

- Are you sure?

Yes.

- I wonder if I shall be able to keep it up.

- Oh, yes, of course you will.

Yes, I will.

Look what I found, miss. A valentine.

Be a pity not to send it,

seeing it's the season.

Oh, yes, so it is.

Isn't that lovely? I'll send it to one

of the Coggan boys. They'd love it.

- Yes.

- Oh, that's lovely. Thank you, Maryann.

He's ridden right up to the front door.

Impertinence! I'm not seeing anyone

who behaves like that.

And I don't care who it is. Who is it?

It's Mr. Boldwood.

He's got the farm opposite.

I wonder what he wants.

Why doesn't someone answer the door?

He'll ride away.

You're gonna see him, then?

- Why, no. Of course not.

I don't want him to go without knowing

I'm not gonna see him.

Oh, Maryann, you go.

I can't go like this, miss.

He'll ride away.

Fanny!

Where is the girl?

Oh, Mr. Boldwood.

Is Miss Everdene in, Mrs. Coggan?

I'll see, sir.

No.

I'm sorry, sir.

Miss is dusting bottles and it's quite

an object. I beg you to excuse her.

I was just wondering if she wanted

any advice, what with the fire and so on.

- Tell her I'll be too happy to be

of service. - I'll tell her, sir.

I'm sure she'll be grateful.

- Morning, Mr. Boldwood.

- Morning, Fray.

Tell your mistress if she needs any help,

not to be too proud to ask.

I will that, sir.

We're like England herself now,

with a queen at the helm.

Indeed. I wish you joy of that.

Mr. Boldwood.

Is there a Mrs. Boldwood?

No. Never was there

such a hopeless man for a woman.

He's been courted by sixes and sevens.

All the girls, gentle and simple,

for miles around have tried him.

Janey Perkins worked him

for two months, like a slave.

He cost Farmer Ives' daughters nights

of tears and 20 pounds in new clothes.

Oh, he's married to his farm.

That's the truth of it.

There's no woman can touch him, miss.

'Tis said he has no passionate parts.

Did anybody ever want

to marry you, miss?

Oh, lots of them, I dare say.

A man wanted to, once.

- How nice it must seem.

- Ha, ha.

And you wouldn't have him?

He wasn't good enough for me.

- Did you love him, miss?

- Oh, no, but I did rather like him.

Come along.

It'll do the work of 10 men,

and do it better.

So don't let's have any shaking of heads.

Come along.

I want one man on the bags

and two at the back...

...to clear the straw.

Come on, it won't attack you.

Come along. Two at the back.

The rose is red

The violet blue

Carnation's sweet

And so are you

Do you know what I'd like to do?

- What?

- Send this to Mr. Boldwood.

Well, he'll not be amused, miss.

Do you think I shouldn't?

Oh, yeah, go on. Go on.

Yes, I'm going to.

Where's some ink?

I saw some... Oh, there it is.

- Tomorrow at 11:00.

- Yes.

At All Saints.

And, um...

- Don't you be late.

- Oh, Frank.

Tuba.

Eyes on me. Tuba.

Tuba.

Eyes on the leader.

She will have to be here in the next

quarter of an hour, you know.

- Is this the All Saints Church?

- This is the Garrison Church of All Souls.

Oh, Frank.

Oh, Frank. Thank heavens.

Oh, I made a terrible mistake.

Can you believe it? I thought

the Garrison Church was All Saints.

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