Far from the Madding Crowd Page #7

the show is about to commence.

How do you do? Pleased to meet you.

Evening, Mrs. Troy.

Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Troy.

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

Enjoying yourself?

Yes, thank you. Very much.

You all right, mate?

Quiet.

- I can't go on.

- Don't be ridiculous.

I've lost my voice.

You were singing your head off

a minute ago.

That's how it went.

They'll tear the place apart.

There's 50 pound in there.

Listen.

To tell you the truth, there's a man

out there I owe money to.

You've dodged creditors before,

haven't you?

Brush up your mustache

and thicken your voice.

It's a risk you'll damn well

have to take, captain.

Captain Fortesque

and his pony, Black Bess.

Draw up, ladies and gentlemen.

The show is about to commence.

Afternoon, sergeant.

Not drowned, then, I see.

- Story is, you was drowned.

- The story was wrong, wasn't it?

Had a bit of luck. Got picked up.

You always was lucky,

wasn't you, sergeant?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I thought we might do

a bit of business together.

Just get out, will you?

If you like, sergeant.

I'm sure Mrs. Troy

will be relieved to hear the news.

The show is about to commence.

Stand and deliver!

Your money or your life!

Come on out. It'll be the better for you.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot, please, sir.

Oh, my goodness.

Ah!

Oh, my lord mayor.

This should take some weight

off his shoulders.

Oh, my good woman. I'll wager

she could spare a pound or two.

Oh, me pies.

Aha!

Offi... Officer!

Ah.

Here's the groom.

- Look after her well. She's done me proud.

- That's Mr. Pennyways.

Keep your mouth shut.

Tell no one you recognize me,

and you'll not lack your proper reward.

But speak to those you shouldn't...

...and you won't live to tell the tale.

Ha, ha.

Thrust. Thrust.

When the spires of York Minster

Now burst on my view

And the chimes they were ringing a knell

Halt

Halt, my brave mare

They no longer pursue

As she halted

She staggered

She fell

Her breathings are over

All hushed to her grave

My bonny Black Bess

Once my pride

Now her poor heart has burst

Her rider to save

For Dick Turpin she lived

And she died

No.

There.

- Have you enough chairs?

- Plenty.

Place them along the wall.

- Good.

- Gunning.

Yes, sir.

Gunning, there's no holly with berries.

- Find some holly with berries.

- I will, sir.

Now, you have plates, cutlery, bowls.

Have you enough of everything?

- I'm not sure, sir.

- Not sure? If you're not sure, ask.

Understand? There must be no mistakes.

If you need anything,

send into Casterbridge.

This has got to be a great occasion.

This house hasn't seen a party like this

since I was a boy.

- I know that, sir.

- Since I was a boy.

Yes, sir.

Uh...

Is there any new knot in fashion,

do you know?

I don't know that, sir.

Plates, please.

Over here.

"They shall take other stones

and put them in the place of those...

...and he shall take mortar

and plaster the house."

That's no good.

"Enter ye in at the straight gate,

for wide is the gate...

...and broad is the way

that leadeth to destruction...

...and many there be

which go in thereat."

I don't know what to do.

I just don't know what to do.

I really believe that if I don't give him

my word, he'll go out of his mind.

Gabriel, I believe I hold his entire future

in my hands.

I tremble at responsibility.

I hope nothing so dreadful

hangs on it as you fancy.

Perhaps you should give him

the promise that he wants.

I think I would.

But is it right? Is it right, Gabriel?

The only sin, to my mind...

...lies in thinking of ever marrying

a man you don't love.

Honest and true.

You may suppose that love is wanting.

Love is an utterly sorry, worn-out,

bygone thing.

For him or anyone else.

Sorry, ma'am, I'm obviously not

the right person to advise.

Good evening, Mr. Boldwood.

Good evening.

- Have you everything you need, ladies?

- Yes, thank you.

Good evening.

There's a supper table downstairs.

Thank you so much. You're very kind.

Enjoy yourselves.

Good evening, Mr. Boldwood.

- Good evening.

Good evening, Mr. Boldwood, sir.

Coggan. Fray.

Don't feel you have to stay down here.

There's dancing here.

Food.

Help yourselves.

I want you all to enjoy yourselves.

- That's very kind of you.

- Thank you very much.

- So you've come.

- Oh, yes, of course. I said I would.

Yes, you said.

I must speak to you.

Please, no. Not yet, please.

I must. Now.

Please, Mr. Boldwood,

I do beg of you, please.

Please, Mr. Boldwood, I do beg of you.

Oh, good evening, Mr. Boldwood.

Oh, may I have the pleasure

of presenting Dr. And Mrs...

- Braybrooke.

- Braybrooke. Mrs. Troy.

- This is my daughter, Janet.

- How do you do?

Splendid party.

Well, what do you say?

Your promise, to give it.

Mr. Boldwood, I'm...

I'm not the same as I was when...

Before...

You're still a very beautiful woman.

I ask only for the privilege

of looking after you.

If I say yes, you'll not press me anymore?

No.

Very well.

In six years,

if my husband has not returned...

...I will be your wife.

- Oh, no, I cannot wear a ring.

- As a token...

...of a present engagement,

with a marriage at the end.

No. Besides I would not want anyone

to know about...

Wear it tonight.

Just for tonight.

Please?

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I wish to propose a toast.

I want you to charge your glasses.

Gunning.

And when you have,

I want you to drink with me...

...to the lady who...

Is Mrs. Troy here?

Yes, sir.

Troy.

Troy.

Bathsheba.

I come here for you.

I've come to take you home.

Come, madam.

Do you hear me?

Come.

- Aah!

Frank!

Frank!

Frank! Frank!

Frank, Frank!

- Frank. Frank?

Doctor, quickly.

Here he comes.

Frank?

- There's nothing I can do, Mrs. Troy.

- No.

Frank.

Frank.

No.

Frank. Frank.

Oh, Frank.

Frank.

Oh, Frank.

Frank. Frank. Frank.

Oh, Frank.

Frank.

Frank. Frank. Frank.

Frank. Frank.

Frank.

Frank! Frank!

Frank! Frank!

Frank! Frank! Frank!

Come on.

Come on. Hurry. We're late.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Troy.

Eight months.

Seems like yesterday to me.

It seems years ago to me. Long years.

And I've been dead between.

Are you in the choir now, Gabriel?

For quite a time now.

- Mrs. Troy?

- Yes.

I've been hoping to have a word.

- What?

The fact is, I'm thinking

of leaving England.

- Leaving England?

- I don't see much of a future here.

California's the spot I had in mind.

But I thought you were to have

Mr. Boldwood's place. I heard it...

I had the offer, but I decided not.

That's why I thought it fair

to give you clear notice.

Oh, I see.

Why, I'd hoped that

if you leased Mr. Boldwood's...

...you might still give

a helping look across at mine.

I would have, willingly.

Now that I'm at my most helpless,

you're going away.

Yes. That's the misfortune of it all.

And it's because of that

very helplessness...

...that I feel bound to go.

I see.

Yes, ma'am.

Well...

Good afternoon, ma'am.

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