06x04 - Jenny Wren

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CHILDREN CHATTER

JENNY: Middle 'un.
HELEN: Thank you.

Flat bottom if you've got it.

What the hell
d'you think you're doing?

Helping.
No, you're not. You can't!

I thought you wanted help
with the wall.

Aye. Not with the putting.

Sorting's all you're good for.
Sorting?

Big.
Small.

Middle 'uns.
Funny-shaped ones.

You start off sorting, then picking.

After three or four years,
you get to the putting.

Aye. Then you get to the putting.
Three or four years?

Listen, farming's a way of life.
It's in us bones.

You've gotta live it to know it.

These two have lived it.
"It's in us bones."

Is that my voice
you was meant to be doing then?

You cheeky so-and-so.
JENNY GIGGLES

You've been promoted to picking.
Oi, I were picking.

Have you been to check on Joan
and the little 'un?

That's exactly
where I'm off to next.

Good luck, James.

I think I can manage
to pick up a few rocks.

Stones.

They're not rocks you're picking up,
they're stones. Stones.

Make sure you give her plenty...
Plenty of hay. I know.

Rounded middle 'un.
Right. Rounded...

..middle.

Here we go.
This one looks about right.

Perfect.
Are you kiddin' me?

Come and see this.

Come on, Rosie.

Shall we take the baby
to see the pony?

Come on, Jimmy, lad. Let's go.

I saw that, Dad.

Aye, I've got neighbours
to think of.

Be a bloody laughing stock.

Morning, Alice.

Ta.

Isn't she adorable?
She's getting cheeky.

JAMES CHUCKLES

Maybe that's what
we should call her.

I still think
we should call her Cocoa.

Cocoa and Candy? Folk'll think
we're running a bloomin' sweet shop.

Our Candy, a grandmother.
Still can't believe it.

It's all downhill from now on, lass.

This came for you.
It's from nursing college.

You got in?
I got in.

She got in!

Thank you, Mrs Hall.

Very good.

Mr Farnon, I've a little request.

Oh?
Yes.

I'd like to request a leave
to go to Edward's.

Mary's first birthday is coming up
t'weekend after next.

I see.

Would that be all right?
Yes, of course.

I'll be sure to make you
a couple of pies,

and hopefully
that'll see you through.

I coped perfectly before
when you weren't here.

I won't need your pies.
Mrs H?

I'm in dire straits.

I'm going riding
with Charlotte later,

and I fished out my breeches,
and, well, look.

Oh. Possibly not the beautiful
Yorkshire view she had in mind.

Would you like me
to put a stitch in them?

If that's possible. Thank you.
Of course it is.

Also, do either of you have the
foggiest idea about playing croquet?

I believe when one plays
on horseback, it's known as polo.

No, it's for tomorrow.
The general's croquet lunch.

Well, you'll excel at half of that.

I'd like him to think
I'm not a complete Neanderthal.

I'll see what I can think of.

You're a wonder.
I have my moments.

And this man fought a w*r?
Won a w*r.

James, cutting it a little fine
this morning, don't you think?

You're just finishing
your breakfast.

To be early is to be on time.
To be on time is to be late.

Cup of tea?
Please.

Out of the question.
Our work appointments call.

Onwards to work we go!

Mrs Stokes and Hilda?
Here.

Where's the goat?
She's lame.

And you came all the way here
to tell me that without her?

It's not quite as simple as that,
Mr Farnon.

Oh, what on earth.

If you want me to look at her,
you'll have to help me catch her!

Right you are.

Come here! Come here at once!

Oh, heavens.

"Lame"?! That goat's not lame.

I could have sworn I saw her
this morning with a dodgy leg.

James! Tristan!
Mr Farnon?

Mrs Hall,
this is not a laughing matter.

I need James and Tristan
to come out and help me pronto.

GOAT BLEATS,
HE EXCLAIMS

St Thomas's Hospital, London.

Sounds right posh, that, don't it?

It's where Florence Nightingale

set up the first
nurse training school.

Did you hear that, Dad?
Aye.

Florence Nightingale.
In't that something, eh?

Oh, aye.
Ignore him.

Probably don't even know
who Florence Nightingale is.

Of course I ruddy do.

It says here,
your registration date...

It's in three weeks' time.

Three weeks?

I could call up
and see if I can defer.

Oh, you can't do that.
No. We haven't got a telephone.

She don't want to lose her place,
Dad.

If it's leaving you in the lurch,
I could ask.

Maybe they'll keep my spot
until next year.

No, there's no telling
they'll be willing to do that.

It's all right.
There's no need to fret.

It gives us plenty of time
to get you sorted. Here.

Pass us that pad and pen.

What for?
A list.

We'll write everything down,
and we'll cross it off as we go.

That way, we'll be sure
not to miss anything.

Get off. Get off.

Mrs Stokes, there is no sign
of lameness in this goat.

Are you sure, Mr Farnon?

Having finally concluded
my examination,

and bearing in mind her antics
in the square, I'm quite sure.

'Ey, well, I'm... I'm sorry
to have wasted your time.

No time wasted. We're not a charity.

See Mrs Hall
about my consultation fee.

Oh. Come on.

GOAT BLEATS

HELEN: Thank you all for coming.

To my little sister...
off to save lives in the big city.

We'll miss you. And, London,
you're very lucky to have her.

ALL: Hear, hear.
Congratulations, Jenny.

Ah, well.
They'll not thank you for it, mind.

You know what they're like
down there.

Miserable so and so's.

Oh. Like a home from home, then.

Have you ever been to London,
Richard? No.

Wouldn't want to either,
especially now it's been bombed out.

Thanks for that, Dad.
Jenny'll be all right.

She'll make friends in no time.

That was certainly my experience
in basic training.

The camaraderie with the lads,
going out to the dance halls...

There'll be no dance halls.

Yes, there was a little place
called the Blue Lagoon

I used to frequent
in my younger days.

Would you mind?

Mixed clientele, but something
for everyone, if you catch my drift.

There'll be
no catching of any drifts.

Dad, I've been to dances before.

Not London dances, you haven't.
Come on, Richard.

You can't keep her
locked up forever.

I look forward to seeing you
when your Rosie's leaving home.

Jenny's not "leaving home".

Well... Well, you're not, are you?

You're going to nursing college,
and then you're coming back.

I haven't given it much thought.

Yes, the fledgling spreads its wings
and flies the nest,

and all you can do

is hope it doesn't get plucked out
of the air by some passing eagle.

Or worse, come back like my bro...
Ow!

You've done a lovely job
with this cake, Helen.

Oh, thank you.

When are you going to see
little Mary?

A week on Sunday.

Oh, bet you can't wait.
I can't.

I'm really looking forward
to seeing her.

She'll have changed so much.

JIMMY: This cake is nice.
How long are you going for?

Until the birthday cake runs out,
I should imagine.

MRS HALL CHUCKLES

What will you do without her,
Siegfried?

Carry on. As I always have.

TRISTAN: Thank you.

SHE GIGGLES
I'm very impressed with your riding.

You say that like I wasn't clinging
on for dear life the entire time.

You're still coming
to lunch tomorrow, aren't you?

Absolutely.
Love a croquet lunch.

As long as you're no Aunt Emma.
What, is she hopeless?

It's what you call a dull player.

Of course, of course.

No, no-one's ever
called me Aunt Emma.

I rather thought not.

So, does General Beauvoir
know I'm coming as your, erm...

..your paramour?

Oh, is that what you are?

Yes.
Ah!

Although I'm not entirely sure
what one is, actually.

I don't need my father
to approve of my choice of paramour.

It's been tried.
Mm, not with a vet, I suspect.

Once he spends some time with you
away from the stables,

he'll be fine.

Wait till he gets an eyeful of me
whacking the ball through the posts.

Hoops.

Mm, precisely.
SHE LAUGHS

So, Jenny, is there
much preparatory reading?

They sent a list of books.

Mr Farnon could lend you
some of his books.

But happen human anatomy
is a bit different.

Aye.
CHUCKLING

Where will you be staying?
I'll find out when I get there.

What?

Oh, you'll just knock
on London's door and say,

"Hello, I'm Jenny Alderson,
can I kip here for the night?"

I'm sure Jenny's thought about it.
Oh, aye, sounds like it [!]

They sort the accommodation.
At least, I think they do.

It'll be fine.

Stop mithering
and eat some more cake.

We're worried about you.
You don't need to be.

Someone should go
and check up on the horses.

Excuse me.

She's no idea
what she's getting into.

She imagines they'll just
roll out the red carpet for her,

like she's
d*ck bloomin' Whittington.

LAUGHING: Helen.

I asked her to make a list.
Have a look at the state of that.

"Wellies, socks..."
Seems sensible so far.

Yeah, I were helping her
to start with. Keep reading.

"Knickers times three..."

Helen, I'm not sure
I should be reading this.

Three. Three pairs.

I don't know
what she thinks she'll be wearing

the other four days of the week.

Maybe she plans
on turning them inside out.

Don't.
Sorry.

Helen, she'll work it out.

Are you all right?

It's not me
we need to be worried about.

It's her.

She's not ready. Not one bit of it.

What are you doing?
Fancied an omelette.

Good use of stale bread.

I was about to ask Mrs Hall for
some proper lunch before I go out.

Man cannot survive
on cucumber sandwiches alone.

Mrs Hall is outside,

learning the rules of croquet
for your benefit.

Really? You don't need to bother her
every time you want anything.

She's not at our beck and call.

We could all just share the load
a little more.

As long as you don't expect me
to eat that.

"How do you like your eggs, sir?"
"Incinerated."

I'm quite capable of preparing
a meal. I was in the Army.

They used to teach you to look
after yourself once upon a time.

It's burning.

Yes, NOW it's burning,
because you distracted me.

You sure you don't want me
to ask Mrs Hall?

I'm perfectly fine, thank you.
OK.

Mrs Hall?

Let's give this croquet business
a quick go, shall we?

Oh. I got you this
from the library an' all.

Nice.

Go on, then.

Have a whirl.

HE GRUNTS

What?

Already? You've packed everything?

All done.
I did the list like you said.

You can check it.
Everything's crossed off.

I didn't want you worrying.

Thank you.
Writing it all down really helped.

That's what I'm here for.
The only thing was the towels.

I wasn't sure which to take.

Oh, I'll sort that out.
Have you been down the stables?

No, not yet.
Well, I'd better go, then.

Right.
Strike.

What?

You went to swing the ball,
and you tapped it.

Well, I didn't mean to.

It doesn't matter
if you meant to or not.

Says here that's a strike.
I was only getting into position.

Rules are rules.
HE GRUNTS

How many people are you expecting
at this do, then?

I'm not sure.

With any luck,
I'll just fade into the background.

Really?
That's the plan.

Head down and try and make it
out of there with my dignity intact.

They're no better than you.

Much as this practice has helped,
Mrs H,

I can assure you
they are a lot better than me.

CHUCKLING: I'm saying,

they might have a big house
and servants and the like,

but they're not better people.

Yeah, I know that.

HE SIGHS

What was that?

Tristan?
Sorry, Mr Farnon.

We got a bit carried away
with this croquet practice.

Ah, well, not to worry.
These things happen.

Shall I clear that up for you?
No, no, I'll do it.

No, it's no trouble.

I'll go and get
the dustpan and brush.

Summat's not right.
What do you mean?

He hardly batted an eyelid.

Enjoy it while it lasts, I say.

Have another go. Go on.

SOFTLY: OK.

Yes!
See, what did I tell you?

You just have to be
your charming self.

Jenny's almost ready, I see.
What about you?

What about me?

Now, sometimes,
our greatest qualities...

can be our greatest challenges.

Go on.

It's natural
you don't want to lose her.

You've been a mum to Jenny
for most of her life.

It'll be a big wrench.

When I left home,
my ma wasn't at all pleased.

You're not about to compare me
to your mother.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY
It was hard for her, though.

It was hard for me too.

I want Jenny to go
but only if she's ready.

No-one's ever ready, are they?

I wasn't.

But it led to the greatest adventure
of my life.

I met you.
CHUCKLING

Towels... Towels...

Oh.

It were my mam's, her mam's before
that and her mam's before that.

Each patch represents
a different moment in our lives.

What's this one?

Mam and Dad's wedding.
Ah.

My grandma sewed that one on.

Aww.

And then my mam did the last one
for our Jenny Wren.

There.

Aww.

James, I need you in the stable.
Hurry up, lad.

That were Mrs Stokes
on the telephone.

Their Hilda's still lame.

She wants you to go
and have a look at her.

She really did seem quite insistent.

Of course.
Right, well...

I'll get on with the lunch.

Oh, no need. I've eaten.
You've eaten?

Yes.
What have you eaten?

Sardines.

You don't want a cooked lunch?
No, I don't want to trouble you.

Mr Farnon...
is everything all right?

Yes.

You're sure?
Without question.

Right you are.
Oh, Tris, you look very smart.

When are you going
to this croquet luncheon? Soon.

Well, be sure to take
the Beauvoirs' bill with you.

Sorry?
For treating Charlotte's horse.

You want me to go there with a bill?

He's got it!
No.

I can't do that.
Yes, you can.

I'm their guest!

If you must fraternise
with the clientele,

let it not be
at the expense of the business.

And you're the model
of professionalism, I suppose [!]

I take it you won't want lunch,
either, if you're off out?

Au contraire, Mrs Hall.

I need to keep up my strength
for today.

Good!
SHE CHUCKLES

Glad someone
still needs my services.

Is it something serious?

She does feel a bit warm.

Is it pneumonia?

Lungs sound fine,
so it's not pneumonia.

Good girl.

Her udder is hot and swollen.

It could be because the foal stopped
feeding, so it could be mastitis.

We need to draw the udder to check.

Aye, there are clots.
She has mastitis.

We need to strip out the milk.

Fetch me some warm water, please.
Aye.

She'll be in a lot of pain,
won't she?

I'm afraid so.

Oh, poor love.

We should've caught that sooner,
shouldn't we, eh?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

CHARLOTTE: Thank you, Derek.

Well, I could get used
to this chauffeur business.

Only problem,
he wouldn't stop at The Drovers.

He was under strict instructions.

Look at you.

How did you defeat the Nazis -
with dashing good looks?

Do you think the same
will work on your father?

Any strategy that works is fine.

How about running fast
in the opposite direction?

Not that one.

Yes, that probably would have been
the best... Undeniably.

Captain Farnon.

Somewhat overdressed
for the stables, aren't you?

He's not here to see Philbrick.

You know very well
that Tristan is my guest.

Lord Neville Gladwin.

Owns everything from Rook Hill
down to the river.

Captain Tristan Farnon. Vet.

Vet, is it?

Spend a lot of time with your arm
up a cow's backside,

I shouldn't wonder.
CHUCKLING

Remind me
not to shake hands with you.

TRISTAN LAUGHS

I must say, I'm looking forward
to playing some croquet.

Don't worry, I'm no Aunt Edna.
Emma.

Emma.
Croquet?

I hardly think so.
Not with these ground conditions.

TRISTAN STAMMERS
Not to worry.

It gives you boys a chance
to get to know one another better.

Mrs Stokes? Hello?

Hello!
BELL RINGS

God's sake.

Oh, God.
Shh.

This way, Mr Farnon.

Thank you.

How's she doing now, then?

She's doing well,
but she'll be tender.

A pituitary injection
will help let the milk go down.

Should be easier to strip out.

The foal'll get weak
if she don't feed.

He's just said she'll be tender.
It's not fair.

Well, technically...
You can't force the foal on her.

It's hard work being a mam,
in't it, eh, girl?

But you gotta try,
even when it hurts.

Especially when it hurts.

I think we might
be getting somewhere.

What happened?
Oh, nothing, love.

Just a bit of a to-do
with her piping, that's all.

James is helping her out.

Let's get the foal
on the other teat.

It won't be as painful.
All right. Go on.

All right, girl. Come on, that's it.

That's it.

Come on, girl.

HORSE NICKERS
Come on. That's it.

That's it.

HORSE NEIGHS
Easy.

Easy.
Can I try?

It's all right.

She's your little girl,
don't you see?

You don't want her going hungry
and being sad, do you?

You want her big and strong.

SOFTLY: That's it.

You take care of her.

Good girl.

We've got to let her go.

I know, love. I know we do.

I suppose we may slowly see things
return to normality now.

God knows we've had to make do
and mend long enough.

My great hope
is that we get the opera back.

Losing the Royal Opera House during
wartime was an absolute tragedy.

I think most Londoners
needed a dance hall

more than they needed
some warbling Italians, Daddy.

One of the great institutions
of our nation, the ROH.

Absolutely.

I mean, what have we been fighting
for if not, erm...

..Handel?

A German?

Up for billiards, General?

Why don't you give Tristan a game?
No, no.

No, no,
Neville's been waiting a while.

Oh, nonsense.

Be my guest.
Show us what you're made of.

Set them up.

Where's the rest of the ba*ls?

You don't have the first idea
how to play, do you?

He already thinks I'm a peasant.

I have no intention
of confirming it beyond all doubt.

There's three ba*ls.

Two white cue ba*ls -
one with a black spot on it.

The red goes on that spot.
Right.

Let's give them a good pasting,
shall we?

I'm sorry, Mrs Stokes,

I've done some unusual things
in my time as a vet, but...

Ten more minutes.
Ten?

If I stay in this position
a moment longer,

I'll never get up again.

Look. There, see.

She is carrying
that front left hoof.

So she is.
GOAT BLEATS

Shake a leg.
We shall be here all day.

Oh, damn.
But that's points to you.

HE CHUCKLES

How much of the general's whisky
have you had, Farnon?

So, I imagine
you never had much choice

other than
to go into the family business?

No, I enjoy spending time
with wild, untamed creatures.

But it's not just about my brother.
I like the animals, too.

SHE LAUGHS

Oh, bad luck.

I suppose it's about...

..what you're born to...

..isn't it?

Money's not the be-all and end-all,
Father.

All I'm saying is,
it takes a certain disposition.

Great shot.

Red's gone down twice from the spot,
goes to the middle.

Anyone would think
you didn't know the game.

I've played plenty of bar billiards,

but no-one seems to have
made that deliberately baffling.

Well, why on earth
didn't you say so, man?

I'm sorry, General.

I don't know much
about croquet or opera

or where the red ball's
supposed to go,

but I do know a lot about sticking
my hand up a cow's backside.

The fee, sir,
for saving Charlotte's horse.

Good girl. Good girl.

I've been looking for you.

I've just been here...
willing this little lady better.

She looks brighter than before.
Hmm.

Here's hoping.

Helen?
Yes?

I can't do it.

I can't go.

Jenny...
I'm not a nurse.

I'm not a city girl.
This is my home.

I can't leave.

Oh. You daft thing.

Well?
I don't believe it.

You don't believe what?
Poor Hilda has shelly hoof.

Shelly what?
Hoof.

Horn's started
to come away from the hoof.

It's formed a cavity,
which is filled with soil and dung.

Oh, aye?

Mrs Stokes, I apologise.

That's all well and good, Mr Farnon,

but I reckon it's not me
you should be apologising to.

Hilda...

..I'm sorry
for not seeing this sooner.

Do you accept his apology,
Hilda, love?

GOAT BLEATS

To be fair on Mr Farnon,
it was you playing silly beggars,

pretending everything was all right
when it clearly wasn't.

I can't quarrel with that.

Prancing around
like a right silly old goat.

She does accept your apology.
Jolly good.

Goats sometimes behave like this,
Mrs Stokes,

pretending they're not hurt
in order to protect themselves.

Aye, that's right.

Well, in my book,
that's a ruddy foolish thing to do.

Must've taught you well.

Nice and sturdy.

No gaps.

It'll still be stood
long after I've gone, this.

Mm. You've James to thank for that.

James did that?

Picking and putting.

Jenny says she's not going now.
Because of me?

Cos she's scared,
she's looking for a reason not to.

When your mother passed,
I just... buried my head in t'sand.

Left you to bring up your sister,
doing what I couldn't.

I put far too much on
your young shoulders, far too much.

You say it like Jenny was a burden.
She wasn't.

Far from it.

She were the reason
I got up every morning.

The reason I were able
to live again.

You had plans and dreams
of your own, though, didn't you?

It's not what you wanted.
Look at what I got instead, eh?

James, children.

I grew up closer to Jenny
than any sister could've.

Aye. But still.

I appreciate it.

And James definitely did
this wall, did he?

Mm.

Does he wanna do t'rest of 'em?
SHE LAUGHS

He's in t'wrong bloody job.

All right, Jenny Wren?
Ooh, these two look better.

You haven't called me that in years.
No.

I like it. Reminds me of...

You can say it.

Mum.

It's what
she always used to call me.

You know what she'd say?

"Be brave, my Jenny Wren."

That she would.

You can leave this place, but it'll
always run through your veins.

But I'd miss you all... so much.

Yes, but you're not to worry
about this place

or dad or the children.

And as for being worried
about London, well...

I think London's
the one that should be worried.

I don't know anything about it.

I don't know where anything is.
I don't know anyone.

That's what adventures are for,
in't it?

Discovering all them things.

You never got your adventure.

I know you're not my mum...
not really.

But you are. You are.

What else are wrens meant to do, eh,
but flourish and fly?

What about Dad?
He's pleased for you.

Deep down, where it matters.

Very deep down. I know he is.

'Ey, he came up with a name for her.
Florence.

After Florence Nightingale.
It's perfect.

Took us long enough.
SHE LAUGHS

You've certainly made an impression.
I'm so sorry.

I don't know why
I thought I could swing this.

I belong in the stables,
not in there.

You belong right here, with me.
I made a fool of myself.

You did. It was wonderful.

"I do know about putting my hand
up a cow's backside."

LAUGHTER
Perhaps not my finest repartee.

I think we had a lucky escape.

Imagine the damage you could
have done with a croquet mallet.

I practised.
You didn't.

I bloody practised.
That's so sweet.

I was ready to lie convincingly
about croquet.

OK, Aunt Edna.
CHUCKLING

Captain Farnon.

Sir?
I have your fee.

Thank you.

I'm just waiting
for the car to come round.

Oh, I don't want you
to misunderstand me, Farnon.

Captain.

There's no-one I'd trust more
with my horses.

He trusts you with his horses.
Praise indeed.

I, er, lost her once before,
I'm sure she told you,

to the Auxiliary Territorial Service
in Italy.

I wasn't lost.
You could've been.

I wanted the world for her once.

Now I just want her home...
and I want her happy.

I like seeing her happy.

Next time,
you teach me bar billiards.

HELEN: That's it.
Play nicely, Jimmy.

What you up to?
Sewing my patch.

That's lovely.

It's Candy, Joan and the foal.

I'm not sure it's as good
as my mam's, to be honest.

Her two beautiful girls.

Are you seeing things?
Where am I? It's just a wren.

You're the sun.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Oh, 'ey up, what've you got there?
For the children.

Thought they might as well
have 'em now.

No point me hanging on to them.

In't that kind?

Excuse me, what do you say
to your Aunty Jenny?

Ta.
You're very welcome.

They're for both of you, though,
to share.

Here you are, Rosie.

Aww, thank you.
Good boy.

Rosie's gonna love those.

I've got something for you an' all.
Me?

I don't know if you can
quite call it a present.

More a question.

Right.

How about you come with me
to London?

What?
Just to settle me in.

You don't need me.
I want you to come.

It can be our adventure together.

It's all right by me, love.

He suggested it to me.
HE CLEARS THROAT

Oh.
SHE LAUGHS

Hi, Rosie.

London, 'ey?
Yeah.

For a few weeks.
What did you say?

I told her I couldn't go.

I'm not leaving you on your own
with the children.

You should go.
SHE LAUGHS

I mean it.
It'd be good for you both.

Well, what will you do?

I'll look after myself well enough,
don't you worry about that.

And the children?

One each.

Jimmy.
Rosie.

Just promise me one thing.
Aye.

On this wee trip,
you're not gonna fall in love

with some handsome,
London hero soldier

and run away with him, are you?

I hadn't thought about that.
But now you mention it...

Careful. Careful.
No, stop it. Stop it!

Stop it! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!
LAUGHTER

Oh, all right, all right.

I promise I won't go running off
with anyone.

What's all this?

I'm sewing dresses
for our Mary and little Rosie.

Oh, lovely.
Well, trying to.

Been trying to thread this needle
so long, my eyes have gone funny.

Give it to me.
Your eyes are worse than mine.

I see what it is. You're frayed.

Am I heck!
Scissors, please.

I've just been dealing with Hilda.
A rather curious case.

The goat?
Yes.

It seems that she's rel...
Thank you.

Hilda has shelly hoof.

It's a very painful condition.

But she's reluctant to show it.

Doesn't want to upset her keeper.

So she keeps it in, which only makes
the condition worse.

Oh, nearly.

Next time.
Here's hoping.

And I...

..sometimes think that's a...

..coping mechanism not entirely
alien to the human condition.

I see.

Do you?
A little bit.

Not really.

Hilda has shelly hoof.
Right.

It can be very painful.

Very painful indeed.

Mr Farnon,
are you reluctant to admit

you've been feeling
a little bit afraid?

When you go to Edward's...
are you coming back?

Because I'd rather just know.

I'll only be gone for a few days.

Right.

Good, then.

What, am I doing this now?

I'll be honest with you, Mrs Hall,
I can't see a bloody thing.

Jenny.

Jenny.
WHISPERS: All right?

It's done.

It's beautiful.

Over to you.

Me?
You're an Alderson girl, aren't you?

It's time to sew your little patch
of the world.

What?

It's just...

..I don't quite know
what that is yet.

There's no rush.

I'll save it for when you're ready.
Hang on.

Let's not fold it away, though, eh?

Let these two keep it warm for me...

..till I'm ready.

Let me know if you need owt.

Will do.

What's this?

Telephone.

Dad?
Really?

I thought you said
they were witchcraft? Shh!

What you gawping at, fishface?

I just... I can't believe it.

Believe it.
Thank you.

Thank you. This is going
to make my life so much easier.

Not just for you.

For our Jenny here, so she can
telephone me from that there London

every Sunday night without fail.

Course you did. Of course.
CHUCKLING