( crowd of men talking loudly ) Auctioneer: 47, 47, WHO'LL GIVE ME 47?

47... 48, WHO'LL GIVE ME 48?

48... 49, WHO'LL GIVE ME 49?

49, 49... WHO'LL GIVE ME 50?

50?

FIFTY.

50... WHO'LL GIVE US 51?

51, 51, 51?

FIFTY.

SOLD TO FARMER OAK FOR 50 SHILLINGS.

LET'S GO, GENTLEMEN.

GABRIEL OAK, IS IT?

UH-HUH.

I THOUGHT YOU WORKED OUT AT NORCOMBE.

I'VE LEASED A PLACE OF MY OWN NOW-- SMALL, BUT IT'S A START.

HAVE YOU BORROWED?

UP TO HERE.

OH... GOOD LUCK TO YOU, OAK.

( children shouting ) ( crowd calling out excitedly ) SOLDIERS.

( sheep baaing and bells clanging ) ( whistling ) GEORGE!

GEORGE!

Boy: SHE SAYS THAT'S ENOUGH SHE'S OFFERED YOU YOU GREAT MISER, AND SHE WON'T PAY NO MORE.

Man: SHE'S GOT A BLASTED CHEEK.

WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?

Boy: SHE'S MISTRESS'S NIECE.

SHE'S A STRANGER HERE.

WELL, YOU TELL MISTRESS'S NIECE SHE BETTER SHIFT HER BACKSIDE OFF THAT WAGON AND FIND ANOTHER TUPPENCE OR MISTRESS'S NIECE AIN'T GOING TO PASS.

TELL HIM I WON'T PAY HIM ANOTHER FARTHING.

Gabriel: TOLL KEEPER...

HERE.

LET HER PASS.

( wind whistling, sheep baaing ) ( dog barking in distance ) OKAY, LEAVE NOW, BOY.

LEAVE THEM NOW, BOY!

( barks ) NOW, GEORGE, COME HERE!

COME BACK WHEN I CALL YOU!

COME ON!

THAT'S IT.

COME ON, PUP.

YOU'VE GOT A LOT TO LEARN, HAVEN'T YOU?...

A LOT TO LEARN.

( wind continues whistling ) Woman: I WISH WE WERE RICH SO WE COULD PAY A MAN TO DO THIS.

GET UP.

WELL, WE'RE NOT.

YOU'LL HAVE TO HELP IF YOU'RE GOING TO STAY.

♪ THEY TOOK MONEY AND WATCHES AND RINGS OF GREAT PRICE ♪ ♪ THEN NAKED THEY STRIPPED MEN AND LADIES ALIKE ♪ ♪ AND NAKED TOGETHER ♪ ♪ AS WHEN THEY WERE BORN ♪ ♪ THEY GOT IN THE COACH ♪ ♪ FOR TO KEEP THEMSELVES WARM.

♪ ♪ GEE HO, DOBBIN, HI HO, DOBBIN ♪ ♪ GEE HO, DOBBIN, GEE UP AND GEE HO.

♪ ( horse galloping ) ( woman urging horse on ) I FOUND THIS HAT.

IT'S MINE.

IT BLEW OFF IN THE WIND.

INDEED.

I'M FARMER OAK.

I HAVE A PLACE...

I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR IT, THANK YOU.

I SAW YOU.

WHERE?

IN THE WOOD BY THE STREAM AND UP THE HILL.

YOU WATCHED ME?

YES... WELL, NO.

I MEAN, YES...

BUT NOT DELIBERATELY.

( flute playing simple tune ) ( fire crackling softly ) ( sheep baaing ) ( barking ) FARMER OAK!

FARMER OAK!

( woman coughing ) FARMER OAK, WAKE UP.

( coughing ) YOU LEFT THE SLIDES SHUT.

YOU COULD HAVE DIED.

( coughing ) ( coughing ) I DO BELIEVE YOU'VE SAVED MY LIFE, MISS.

( coughing ) I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME.

I'D SOONER NOT TELL YOU.

I'VE NEVER LIKED THE SOUND OF MY NAME.

YOU MIGHT SOON FIND YOU HAVE A NEW ONE.

OH...

EXCUSE ME.

( coughs ) THANK YOU.

SORRY.

YOU MAY HAVE IT AGAIN IF YOU LIKE.

I SUPPOSE YOU'RE THINKING YOU'D LIKE TO KISS IT.

I WASN'T, BUT I WILL.

NO, YOU WON'T.

FIND OUT MY NAME IF YOU CAN.

MY NAME'S GABRIEL!

I BROUGHT A LAMB FOR MISS EVERDENE.

I THOUGHT SHE MIGHT LIKE ONE TO REAR.

SHE MIGHT, THOUGH SHE'S ONLY VISITING HERE.

WELL, SHE SHOULD BE IN SHORTLY.

( lamb bleating ) THE LAMB ISN'T THE ONLY REASON I CAME.

I WAS GOING TO ASK MISS EV... BATHSHEBA...

IF SHE WOULD LIKE TO BE MARRIED.

WERE YOU INDEED?

BECAUSE IF SHE WOULD I'D BE VERY GLAD TO MARRY HER.

HAS SHE ANY OTHER YOUNG MEN HANGING AROUND HER AT ALL?

OH, LORD, FARMER OAK, EVER SO MANY AND SHE'S SO GOOD-LOOKING AND CLEVER BESIDES.

NOT THAT HER YOUNG MEN EVER COME HERE.

BUT SHE MUST HAVE A DOZEN.

THAT'S UNFORTUNATE.

WELL, THAT WAS WHAT I CAME FOR.

THANK YOU.

GOOD DAY TO YOU, MRS. HURST.

OI!

OI, FARMER OAK!

MY AUNT WAS LYING.

I HAVEN'T A SWEETHEART AT ALL-- NEVER HAD ONE.

I'M TRULY GLAD TO HEAR THAT.

I HAVE MY OWN SNUG LITTLE FARM... 200 SHEEP-- WELL, 400 BY THE TIME LAMBING'S FINISHED.

IT'S NOT ALL PAID FOR YET, BUT...

BUT I'LL WORK TWICE AS HARD WHEN WE'RE MARRIED.

OH, BUT...

I NEVER SAID I WAS GOING TO MARRY YOU.

WHAT, YOU RUN ALL THIS WAY AND THEN SAY YOU'RE NOT GOING TO MARRY ME?

IF I WANTED TO MARRY YOU I WOULDN'T HAVE RUN AFTER YOU.

NO, I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT NOBODY HAS ME AS A SWEETHEART.

I HATE TO BE THOUGHT MEN'S PROPERTY IN THAT WAY.

OH.

WELL, THERE'S NO HARM IN HURRYING AFTER SOMEONE TO CORRECT A MISTAKE.

NO... NO HARM.

WELL, I'M NOT SURE IT'S NO HARM.

ANYWAY, I HADN'T TIME TO THINK WHETHER I WANTED TO MARRY YOU OR NOT.

YOU'D HAVE GONE OVER THE HILL.

THINK, BATHSHEBA.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

I...

I DO LOVE YOU FAR MORE THAN COMMON.

I...

I'LL TRY TO THINK...

IF I CAN OUTDOORS.

YOU SHALL HAVE A PIANO IN A YEAR OR TWO WHEN I'VE FINISHED PAYING OFF THE SHEEP.

AND I'LL PRACTICE UP MY FLUTE SO I CAN PLAY WITH YOU IN THE EVENINGS.

I'D LIKE THAT.

WE COULD ANNOUNCE THE WEDDING IN A NEWSPAPER.

OH, I'D DEARLY LIKE THAT!

AND THE BABIES AND THE BIRTHS-- EVERY MAN JACK OF 'EM.

DON'T TALK SO!

AND AT HOME BY THE FIRE, WHENEVER YOU LOOK UP THERE SHALL I BE AND WHENEVER I LOOK UP, THERE WILL YOU BE.

NO, IT'S NO USE.

I DON'T WANT TO MARRY YOU.

I CAN'T.

WHY NOT?

BECAUSE I DON'T LOVE YOU.

BUT I LOVE YOU.

IT WOULDN'T DO, MR. OAK.

I'M TOO INDEPENDENT.

I NEED SOMEBODY TO TAME ME.

YOU'D NEVER BE ABLE TO DO THAT.

WHO SAYS I COULDN'T?

DON'T GIVE ME YOUR ANSWER RIGHT AWAY.

LET ME CALL ON YOU.

NO...

I DON'T LOVE YOU, SO IT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS.

THEN I'LL ASK YOU NO MORE.

( man groaning loudly ) MR. EVERDENE!

MR. EVERDENE!

FANNY, FETCH THE DOCTOR.

RUN FOR THE DOCTOR!

HELP HIM!

GET HIM INDOORS!

( murmuring ) WHO'LL TAKE OVER THE FARM?

HE DON'T HAVE AN HEIR, DO HE?

THERE IS THE NIECE, HIS BROTHER'S CHILD.

WHAT WILL A YOUNG GIRL DO WITH A FARM?

BATHSHEBA, YOU'VE GOT A LETTER.

YOU READ IT, AUNT.

GOOD GOD...

I THINK IT MEANS YOU'RE TO BE MISTRESS OF WEATHERBURY FARM.

Driver: WHOA THERE.

LIDDY, LIDDY.

( dog barking ) ( dog barking in distance ) ( sheep bleating plaintively ) OH, THANKS BE TO GOD I AM NOT MARRIED.

Gabriel: IT'S ALL THERE.

I SOLD MY HUT... SOLD EVERYTHING.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE INSURED.

GAVE ALL I HAD FOR THE SHEEP.

WHAT HAVE YOU LEFT?

NINE SHILLINGS AND SIXPENCE.

( murmur of conversations ) BAILIFF?

AYE.

WHOSE FARM DID YOU LAST MANAGE?

WELL, MY OWN.

YOUR OWN!

IF HE CAN'T KEEP A HOLD OF HIS OWN FARM HE'S NOT GOING TO MANAGE MINE.

Man: AYE, I'M LOOKING FOR A SHEPHERD DOESN'T TAKE OFF FOR A YEAR.

I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN WHO WORKS HARD AND DOESN'T COMPLAIN.

Man: I'M YOUR MAN, SIR.

NO ONE HIRED THEE, SHEPHERD?

NO.

ME NEITHER.

WHY DON'T YOU TRY THE FAIR TOMORROW AT SHOTTSFORD?

'TIS BIGGER 'N THIS.

T' OTHER SIDE OF WEATHERBURY.

THANK YOU, SIR.

Men ( in distance ): FIRE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

RUN!

RUN!

THE RICK'S ON FIRE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

( people yelling ) Man 1: RICK'S ON FIRE!

Man 2: WHERE'S THE BAILIFF?

WHERE'S PENNYWAYS?

FETCH SOME WATER!

WHERE'S PENNYWAYS?

Gabriel: NO, NOT THE RICK, SAVE THE BARN!

IF THESE CATCH FIRE, YOU'LL LOSE THE BARN FOR SURE!

HAVE YOU GOT A TARPAULIN?

GET IT!

GET A TARPAULIN!

Man: FOR GOD'S SAKE, GET SOME WATER!

WHERE'S THE TARPAULIN?!

WE NEED A LADDER!

GET A LADDER!

( shouting and commotion ) WE NEED WATER!

HAVE YOU GOT ANY WATER?

GET SOME WATER AND SOME BEATERS AND SOME BRANCHES IF YOU CAN!

Man 1: TAKE YOUR END DOWN THERE!

Man 2: YOU PULL YOUR END OVER!

MAKE A CHAIN!

MAKE A CHAIN!

( people continue yelling ) THAT'S RIGHT!

GET THE TARPAULIN BETWEEN THE FIRE AND THE RICKS!

KEEP IT COVERED WITH WATER!

THE MORE WATER THE BETTER FOR THE TARPAULIN!

( people continue yelling ) ON HERE, STRAIGHT UP!

WELL, DON'T MIND ME!

Man: ON THIS SIDE, ON THIS SIDE!

AND THAT SIDE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

JAN COGGAN!

BILLY SMALLBURY!

FIRE!

FIRE!

HE'S A BIT LATE IN THE DAY.

Pennyways: MORE WATER!

( muttering ) MORE WATER!

THROW IT ON!

( people continue yelling ) Bathsheba: MARYANN, FETCH THE STRANGER.

YES.

THE BARN IS SAVED, MA'AM.

DO YOU WANT A SHEPHERD, MA'AM?

UH, DO YOU WANT A SHEPHERD?

I...

I DO WANT A SHEPHERD.

Man: HE'S THE VERY MAN, MISTRESS.

IF THE WHEAT RICK HAD GONE THE BARN WOULD HAVE FOLLOWED FOR SURE.

IT'S THIS SHEPHERD DONE MOST GOOD.

HE'S ALL THERE, MA'AM.

Man: SO HE IS.

Man 2: AYE.

TELL HIM TO SPEAK TO THE BAILIFF.

Bathsheba: WILL YOU ALL COME UP TO THE HOUSE FOR SOMETHING TO EAT AND DRINK?

WE COULD TAKE IT A GREAT DEAL FREER, MA'AM IF YOU SENT IT ACROSS TO WARREN'S MALTHOUSE.

OF COURSE.

GOOD NIGHT TO YOU ALL.

All: GOOD NIGHT, MISTRESS.

WELL DONE, SHEPHERD.

( all congratulating Gabriel ) WELL DONE, SHEPHERD, WELL DONE.

THANK YOU.

Fanny: WHO'S THERE?

AM I IN THE RIGHT WAY FOR WARREN'S MALTHOUSE?

IT'S AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL.

DO YOU KNOW HOW LATE THE BUCK'S HEAD KEEPS OPEN?

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE IT IS.

WHY, ARE YOU... YOU GOING THERE TONIGHT?

YOU'RE NOT A WEATHERBURY MAN?

NO, I'VE JUST BEEN MADE SHEPHERD.

ONLY A SHEPHERD?

YOU SEEM MORE LIKE A FARMER TO ME.

NO, ONLY A SHEPHERD.

PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING IN THE VILLAGE ABOUT SEEING ME.

I DON'T WANT PEOPLE TO... TO KNOW.

I WON'T SAY OWT IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO.

YOU ALL RIGHT?

I MUST GO.

HERE-- DO YOU NEED THIS?

IT'S ONLY A SHILLING BUT IT'S ALL I CAN SPARE.

THANK YOU.

REMEMBER-- TELL NO ONE YOU SAW ME.

( men chatting jovially ) AND DID YOU SEE THE WAY THAT BLASTED PENNYWAYS CAME IN AT THE END AND TOOK ALL THE CREDIT?

HE'S NEITHER USE NOR ORNAMENT.

WHY THE MASTER EVER MADE HIM BAILLY WHEN THERE'S GIFTED MEN WILLING.

Man: HE'LL BE ABLE TO DO WHAT HE LIKES.

SHE DON'T KNOW HER PRETTY ARSE FROM HER ELBOW.

PRETTY ARSE, MIND.

( laughing raucously ) AH, 'TIS THE SHEPHERD.

( all greet Gabriel ) YOU DONE GOOD WORK TONIGHT, SHEPHERD.

AYE, COME IN, BE WELCOME THOUGH WE DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME.

GABRIEL OAK, SIR.

CLEAN CUP FOR THE SHEPHERD.

NOT AT ALL-- MUG WILL DO.

DON'T FUSS ABOUT DIRT IN ITS PURE STATE.

AND HERE'S A MOUTHFUL OF BACON AND BREAD MISTRESS HAVE SENT.

THANK YOU KINDLY.

SO, YOU HAVE A MISTRESS, NOT A MASTER.

AYE.

THAT'S THE WAY OF IT.

WHAT'S SHE LIKE TO WORK?

THIS AIN'T NEVER GABRIEL OAK'S GRANDSON!

FROM OVER NORCOMBE?

AYE, I AM.

( giggles gleefully ) I KNOWED YOUR GRANDFATHER.

WHOO-HOO!

I REMEMBER NORCOMBE VERY WELL.

I WORKED THERE QUITE A FEW YEARS WITH MY SON JACOB THERE.

DIDN'T US, JACOB?

OF COURSE, MIND YOU THAT WAS BEFORE MY GRANDSON WILLIAM GOT ONTO MAN'S WAGES.

Gabriel: YOU MUST BE A VERY ANCIENT MAN, MALTER, TO HAVE TWO SUCH GROWN-UP SONS.

GRANDFER'S SO OLD HE CAN'T MIND HIS PROPER AGE.

Man: HE BE NO AGE AT ALL.

WHY, THAT JUG BE OLDER THAN HIM.

Man: YOU'RE A VERY OLD AND AGED PERSON, MALTER.

TAKE NO NOTICE OF YON SPITEFUL PIXIE.

Gabriel: DID MISS EVERDENE'S FATHER AND MOTHER COME FROM THESE PARTS?

AYE, BUT THEY WAS TOWNFOLK.

HE WEREN'T MUCH TO LOOK AT, BUT SHE WERE A LOVELY WOMAN.

AND IS SHE... LEVI EVERDENE WERE HIS NAME.

HE WERE A GENTLEMAN TAILOR WORTH SCORES OF POUNDS AND A CELEBRATED BANKRUPT.

Man: NOT AT ALL.

HE WERE QUITE A COMMON MAN.

NO, NO, NO, NO.

THAT MAN FAILED FOR GOLD AND SILVER.

( chokes and coughs ) YOU BE NOT LONG FOR THIS WORLD, MASTER.

( continues coughing ) WHAT'S SHE LIKE TO WORK UNDER?

WE KNOW LITTLE OF HER.

SHE ONLY SHOWED HER FACE A FEW DAYS AGO.

Man: 'TIS HOPED HER TEMPER BE SWEET AS HER FACE.

WE'LL KNOW ALL HER WHIM AND FANCY COME PAYDAY.

WHO'S TO STAY AND WHO'S TO GO.

MAYBE FANNY'S BEEN BURNT IN THE FIRE, MISS.

SHE WAS VERY CLOSE ABOUT IT, MISS BUT I THINK SHE HAS A YOUNG MAN IN CASTERBRIDGE.

DO YOU KNOW HIS NAME, MARYANN?

NO, MISS.

( door opens ) MISTRESS.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

UH, NOTHING, MA'AM, I'M JUST... YOU'RE STEALING MY BARLEY!

NO, MISTRESS.

HOW DARE YOU!

( Pennyways falls ) GET OUT!

GET OUT!

( men laughing, Gabriel playing tune on flute ) YOU'VE ALL GOT TO COME UP TO THE HOUSE RIGHT AWAY.

MISTRESS IS WILD.

FANNY ROBIN'S GONE MISSING, AND SHE'S SACKED THE BAILLY FOR STEALING BARLEY.

COME ON.

I KNEW IT!

I KNEW HIM FOR A THIEVING ROGUE.

SO MY QUESTION IS WHO'S GOING TO BE BAILLY NOW?

Man: IT WON'T BE YOU, I BET.

FANNY ROBIN CAN'T BE FOUND.

DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT'S BECOME OF HER?

PARDON ME, MISS DON'T SHE HAVE A YOUNG SOLDIER WHO COURTED HER?

Man: HE'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW.

JAN COGGAN YOU GO AND MAKE INQUIRIES IN THE VILLAGES.

BILLY SMALLBURY YOU GO TO CASTERBRIDGE.

TRY TO DISCOVER WHO THE MAN IS AND SEE IF FANNY HAS GONE TO HIM.

YES, MISS.

GO ON, ALL OF YOU.

GO ON.

( quietly ): WHY ARE YOU BACK BEING A SHEPHERD?

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FARM?

I LOST IT.

HOW?

OH... WELL, I WAS UNLUCKY.

I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT.

I THINK IT BEST IF WE KEEP OUR PREVIOUS KNOWLEDGE OF EACH OTHER BETWEEN OURSELVES.

I WASN'T PLANNING ON TELLING ANYONE, BATHSHEBA.

MISS EVERDENE... FROM NOW ON.

GOOD NIGHT.

MARYANN, STOP A MINUTE.

( knock at door ) WHAT CHEEK, TO COME TO THE FRONT DOOR!

LORD, MA'AM, IT'S A GENTLEMAN.

I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS HAT.

WHY DOESN'T MRS. COGGAN GO?

MARYANN, YOU GO.

OH, MISTRESS, HERE'S A MESS!

WELL, LIDDY, YOU MUST GO.

OH, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE!

THERE, MRS. COGGAN IS GOING.

MRS. COGGAN.

I HEARD ABOUT THE FIRE LAST NIGHT.

IS EVERYONE SAFE?

YES, SIR.

AND THE RICKS?

WE LOST THE BEST PART OF ONE BUT IT COULD HAVE BEEN A LOT WORSE.

IS THE NEW MISTRESS WITHIN?

I'LL TELL HER YOU'RE HERE, SIR.

I'M NEVER UP TO MY ELBOWS IN DOUGH BUT A VISITOR DO KNOCK ON THE DOOR.

IT'S MR. BOLDWOOD TO SEE YOU, MISS.

WELL, I CAN'T SEE HIM IN THIS STATE.

SAY YOU'RE A FRIGHT WITH DUST AND CAN'T COME DOWN.

SAY I CAN'T SEE HIM.

THAT WILL DO, MRS. COGGAN.

( door opens ) MISS EVERDENE CAN'T SEE YOU, SIR.

MISS IS DUSTING BOTTLES AND IS QUITE AN OBJECT.

I ONLY WANTED TO ASK IF ANYTHING HAD BEEN HEARD OF FANNY ROBIN.

NOTHING YET, BUT BILLY SMALLBURY IS GONE INTO CASTERBRIDGE TO LOOK FOR HER.

I'LL TROUBLE YOU NO MORE THEN.

WHO IS MR. BOLDWOOD?

A GENTLEMAN FARMER ACROSS THE WAY AT LITTLE WEATHERBURY FARM.

WHY WOULD HE INQUIRE ABOUT FANNY?

WELL, MISTRESS, WHEN FANNY...

PARDON ME, MARYANN!

I DO BELIEVE MISTRESS WAS ASKING ME!

FANNY LOST HER FAMILY WHEN SHE WERE BUT A GIRL, MISS SO MR. BOLDWOOD PUT HER THROUGH SCHOOL AND GOT HER A PLACE HERE WITH YOUR UNCLE.

THAT WAS KIND.

HE'S GOOD THAT WAY, MA'AM BUT A HOPELESS MAN FOR A WOMAN.

IS HE NOT MARRIED?

ALL THE YOUNG WOMEN ROUND HERE HAVE COURTED HIM.

MARY STOCKTON SPENT A YEAR ON HIM.

HE COST FARMER IVES'S DAUGHTER OVER £20 WORTH OF NEW CLOTHES.

SHE SHOULD HAVE THROWN THE MONEY IN THE RIVER.

HE NEVER EVEN NOTICED HER!

Boy: I GOT A PENNY!

Liddy: WHERE DID YOU GET IT, TEDDY COGGAN?

MR. BOLDWOOD GAVE IT TO ME.

"THE NEW MISTRESS IS AN OLD WOMAN IS SHE NOT?"

SAYS HE.

AND I SAYS, "YES."

TEDDY, GET IN HERE.

SORRY, MISS.

SAM, STILL NO NEWS OF FANNY ROBIN.

I THINK WE'D BETTER MAKE READY TO DRAG NEWMILL POND.

YES, SIR.

ADAM, GEORGE.

COME ON, COME ON.

ARTHUR, COME ON.

NEWMILL POND.

COME ON.

DID ANYONE EVER WANT TO MARRY YOU, MISS?

LOTS OF THEM, I DARESAY.

A MAN DID ONCE.

BUT HE WASN'T QUITE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.

HOW SWEET TO BE ABLE TO DISDAIN.

"KISS MY FOOT, SIR!

MY FACE IS FOR MOUTHS OF CONSEQUENCE."

DID YOU LOVE HIM, MISS?

NO.

BUT I LIKED HIM.

AND DO YOU STILL?

COURSE NOT.

OH, THE PHILISTINES BE UPON US.

SHE MIGHT CUT US DOWN TO EIGHT SHILLINGS.

FARMER IVES WILL ONLY PAY EIGHT.

Woman: SHE MIGHT SACK THE LOT OF US.

WHERE WOULD I GO?

I'VE LIVED IN THIS VILLAGE ALL MY LIFE.

Maryann: WHO'LL SHE MAKE BAILLY?

Man: NOW'S MY TIME.

IF YOU SAY SO, HENERY.

Boldwood: IS IT FANNY?

I THINK IT'S THE EWE, SIR, THAT WE LOST AT CHRISTMAS.

GET RID OF IT, SAM.

WE'LL MAKE A START ON THAT SIDE NEXT.

( people murmuring ) I DON'T DARE LOOK AT HER FACE SUCH A SHY MAN AS I BE.

YOU KEEP YOUR HEART UP, JOSEPH.

YOU'LL BE ALL RIGHT.

ANY NEWS OF FANNY YET?

Jan: NO, MA'AM.

NOBODY'S SEEN HER.

WELL, LET'S MAKE A START.

JOSEPH POORGRASS, ARE YOU HERE?

I BE POORGRASS, SIR.

SPEAK UP.

I SHAN'T HURT YOU.

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING ON THE FARM, JOSEPH?

I DO CARTING THINGS ALL THE YEAR AND IN SEED TIME I SHOOTS THE ROOKS AND THE SPARROWS AND HELPS WITH THE PIG KILLING.

AND HOW MUCH TO YOU?

PLEASE, NINE AND NINE PENCE, SIR.

MA'AM, I MEAN.

QUITE CORRECT.

AND HERE ARE TEN SHILLINGS IN ADDITION.

A SMALL PRESENT, AS I AM A NEWCOMER.

THANK YOU, MA'AM.

( workers murmuring in excitement ) Henery: THE NEW SHEPHERD WILL NEED A MAN UNDER HIM.

WHO CAN HE HAVE?

YOUNG CAINY BALL IS A GOOD LAD IF SHEPHERD OAK DON'T MIND HIS YOUTH.

WELL, I DON'T MIND.

Bathsheba: VERY WELL, CAINY BALL TO BE UNDERSHEPHERD.

YOU QUITE UNDERSTAND YOUR DUTIES, SHEPHERD OAK?

I BELIEVE I DO, MISS EVERDENE.

TEMPERANCE AND SOBERNESS MILLER.

BOTH WOMEN?

Both: YES'M, HERE WE BE.

WE BELIEVE.

AND WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?

HARROWING, WEEDING BREAKING UP THE HARD EARTH.

TENDING THE COWS AND THE PIGS.

SAYING HOOSH TO THE HENS WHEN THEY GO UPON YOUR SEEDS AND THRESHING IN THE WINTERTIME.

ARE THEY SATISFACTORY WOMEN?

OH, MA'AM, YIELDING WOMEN.

AS SCARLET A PAIR AS EVER WAS.

SIT DOWN!

ME, MA'AM?

GET BACK TO YOUR SEAT!

Woman: YOU'VE TOLD HIM.

( people snickering ) Man: LOST YOUR CHANCE NOW, HENERY.

( horse neighing outside ) ( carriage approaches ) WELL?

IN ROUND NUMBERS, MA'AM FANNY ROBIN'S RUN AWAY WITH THE SOLDIERS.

( giggles ) Bathsheba: SHE'S A STEADY SORT OF GIRL, ISN'T SHE?

Billy: OH, SHE IS, MA'AM.

BUT HER YOUNG MAN'S IN THE 11th DRAGOONS.

THEY BE GONE TO MELCHESTER AND I WAS TOLD SHE BE GONE AFTER THEM.

WHAT'S THE MAN'S NAME?

THAT I CAN'T FIND OUT, MISS BUT I BELIEVE HE'S HIGHER IN RANK THAN A PRIVATE.

CAIN BALL.

GO OVER TO FARMER BOLDWOOD AND TELL HIM THAT.

YES, MISTRESS.

NOW THAT MOST OF YOU ARE PRESENT... LAST NIGHT I CAME UPON PENNYWAYS THE BAILIFF STEALING BARLEY FROM THE GRANARY.

I WAS GOING TO PROSECUTE HIM, BUT I'VE DECIDED AGAINST IT AND I WON'T APPOINT ANOTHER BAILIFF.

I'M GOING TO MANAGE EVERYTHING MYSELF.

I DON'T YET KNOW MY TALENTS IN FARMING BUT I'LL DO MY BEST, AND IF YOU SERVE ME WELL SO SHALL I SERVE YOU.

AND DON'T ANY OF YOU THINK THAT BECAUSE I'M A WOMAN I DON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOOD GOINGS-ON AND BAD.

I WILL BE UP BEFORE YOU ARE AWAKE; I WILL BE AFIELD BEFORE YOU ARE UP; AND I WILL HAVE BREAKFASTED BEFORE YOU ARE AFIELD.

IN SHORT, I WILL ASTONISH YOU ALL.

( murmuring ) SO, NEXT... JAN COGGAN.

Man: EVENING, LADIES.

Women: EVENING, SIR.

( bell tolling ) Man ( drunkenly ): ♪ DOWN BY THE RIVERSIDE I AM CAPTAIN... ♪ WHICH GIRL ARE YOU?

FRANK, DON'T YOU KNOW ME?

FANNY!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

YOU SAID I WAS TO COME.

WELL, I SAID YOU MIGHT.

IT'S A WONDER YOU FOUND ME.

YOU DIDN'T WALK ALL THE WAY FROM WEATHERBURY, DID YOU?

CAN YOU COME TO ME?

THE BUGLE HAS SOUNDED, FAN.

I'M AS GOOD AS IN JAIL TILL THE MORNING.

WHEN WILL IT BE, FRANK?

WHAT?

PLEASE, FRANK, DON'T FORCE ME TO SAY WHAT OUGHT TO BE SAID BY YOU.

WELL, NEVER MIND-- SAY IT.

WHEN WILL WE BE MARRIED?

OH, REALLY, FAN, YOU COMING LIKE THIS IT'S ALL SO SUDDEN.

YOU THINK ME FORWARD.

DON'T, FRANK.

I LOVE YOU AND YOU TOLD ME SO MANY TIMES WE WOULD BE MARRIED AND... DON'T CRY.

( door opens ) IF I SAID WE WILL, WE WILL.

WILL YOU COME TO ME TOMORROW?

I'M AT MRS. TWILL'S IN NORTH STREET.

I DON'T LIKE TO COME TO THE BARRACKS; THERE ARE BAD WOMEN ABOUT.

I'LL COME TOMORROW.

GOOD NIGHT, FAN.

GOOD NIGHT, FRANK.

GOOD NIGHT.

( man laughing inside ) ( men chatting noisily ) Man: I'LL BE DAMNED.

WHAT DOES SHE WANT, THEN?

Man 2: SHE'S A POWERFUL WOMAN.

( room quiets ) ( conversations and dealing gradually resume ) Man 3: BLASTED NERVE, COMING IN HERE.

Man 4: A BLASTED DISTRACTION, THAT'S WHAT SHE IS.

WELL?

I'M AFRAID, MISS MOST YOU CAN DO WITH THIS IS FEED IT TO THE PIGS.

THE BEST I CAN OFFER YOU IS... WHOO... 30 SHILLINGS A QUARTER.

AND I'M DOING YOU A SERVICE TAKING IT OFF YOUR HANDS.

WELL, YOUR PIGS WILL JUST HAVE TO DO WITHOUT, THEN, WON'T THEY?

THIS CORN IS WORTH 62 AND I'LL TAKE NO LESS.

WHO'S THE MAID?

MR. EVERDENE'S NIECE.

YOU CAN'T SHOW TENDER FEELINGS IN FRONT OF THE MEN, FAN.

I'D HAVE BEEN LAUGHED OUT OF THE BARRACKS.

COME HERE.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE MY SWEETHEART.

AM I?

I HAVE NO OTHER.

WHEN YOU SAID WE WOULD BE MARRIED DID YOU MEAN IT?

OF COURSE I DID.

I KNOW I'M NOT...

I JUST WANT YOU TO BE SURE IN YOUR MIND.

WELL, IF YOU'RE HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS... DON'T BE FOOLISH, FRANK.

YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART.

( Fanny moans ) OH, FANNY, I DO WANT TO MARRY YOU.

I DO.

WHICH SHALL IT BE-- CHURCH OR CHAPEL?

OH, FRANK.

I'M SO HAPPY.

( organ playing hymn ) Women: MORNING, MISS EVERDENE.

Men: MORNING, MISS EVERDENE.

( women laughing ) ( woman laughs ) ( plays two notes ) ( sighs quietly ) LID, WHAT IS THERE TO DO TO PASS THE TIME ON A SUNDAY?

DID YOU EVER FIND OUT WHO YOU WILL MARRY BY MEANS OF THE BIBLE AND KEY, MISS?

DON'T BE FOOLISH, LIDDY.

SOME BELIEVE IN IT.

FETCH THE FRONT DOOR KEY.

Liddy: IT'S MOVIN'.

WHO DID YOU THINK OF?

I'M NOT TELLING.

DID YOU NOTICE MR. BOLDWOOD'S DOINGS IN CHURCH THIS MORNING?

NO.

HIS PEW'S EXACTLY OPPOSITE YOURS, MISS.

I WASN'T LOOKING AT HIM.

WELL, WHAT DID HE DO?

HE DIDN'T TURN HIS HEAD ONCE TO LOOK AT YOU ALL THROUGH THE SERVICE.

WHY SHOULD HE?

I DIDN'T ASK HIM TO.

EVERYONE ELSE WAS NOTICING YOU.

STILL, 'TIS SAID A WOMAN JILTED HIM WHEN HE WAS YOUNG.

THAT'S WHY HE'S SO RESERVED.

PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY THAT.

I EXPECT IT'S IN HIS NATURE TO BE SO WRAPPED UP AND INDIFFERENT TO EVERYTHING.

YES, MISS.

RICH AND GENTLEMANLY, WHAT DOES HE CARE?

WHO'S THAT FOR?

MR. BOLDWOOD?

NO, ONLY LITTLE TEDDY COGGAN.

IT'LL MAKE A PRETTY SURPRISE FOR HIM.

WHAT SHALL I PUT?

"THE ROSE IS RED, THE VIOLET BLUE CARNATION'S SWEET AND SO ARE YOU."

OH, WHAT FUN IT'D BE TO SEND IT TO OLD BOLDWOOD.

HOW HE WOULD WONDER!

HE WOULDN'T SEE THE HUMOR IN IT.

( laughing ): I CAN JUST SEE HIS FACE!

HE'D WORRY TO DEATH.

LET'S TOSS-- TEDDY OR BOLDWOOD.

OH, NO, WE CAN'T TOSS MONEY ON A SUNDAY.

TOSS THE HYMN BOOK.

THERE CAN'T BE ANY SINFULNESS IN THAT.

IT'S MORE LIKELY TO FALL OPEN.

SO OPEN-- TEDDY; SHUT-- BOLDWOOD.

OH, MISTRESS!

( gasps ) ( giggling ) THERE-- IT WOULD UPSET THE SOLEMNITY OF A PARSON.

ADAM, GEORGE, YOU CARRY ON WITH THE HARROWING ON THE THREE-ACRE.

SAM, YOU FINISH CLEARING THE TOP FIELD FOR THE SPRING CORN SEY AND TAKE A TEAM UP TO DU HILL TO START THE PLOWING.

Man: YES, SIR.

Man: I THINK IT'S FOR YOUR SHEPHERD.

MY MISTAKE.

IT'S FOR MISS EVERDENE'S SHEPHERD.

NO... NO, DON'T WORRY, I'LL TAKE IT.

COME ON, WALK ON.

LIDDY!

HAS MRS. COGGAN GOT THE FIRE GOING IN THE KITCHEN YET?

SHE HAS, MISS.

TELL HER TO BURN THESE, WILL YOU, LIDDY?

UNLESS THE GIRLS WANT ANY OF THEM.

TO THINK SHE CAN GO ON WITHOUT A BAILLY!

NEVER IN ALL MY CREEPING UP, NEVER!

SUSTENANCE, GRANDFER.

WE BEEN WORKING THE STABLES SINCE 4:00 THIS MORNING.

I'M AS FEEBLE AS A THRUSH, MASTER.

Malter: HAVE WHAT YE WILL.

SHE WON'T LISTEN TO NO ADVICE AT ALL!

MORNING, MY OLD BLADES.

HOW'S YOUR ACHING BONES THIS FROSTY MORNING?

NOT GOOD, MARK CLARK, NOT GOOD.

I BEEN SITTING UP WITH THE MISTRESS'S MARE ALL NIGHT.

£35 SHE'LL LOSE IF THAT MARE DIES, JOSEPH.

I HEAR TELL THAT HER UNCLE'S THINGS AIN'T NO GOOD TO HER NO MORE.

SHE'S BUYING EVERYTHING NEW.

AYE, HEAVY CHAIRS FOR THE FAT AND WIRY ONES FOR THE SLENDER.

A NEW PIANO.

AYE, NOW WHAT WOULD A FARMING WOMAN WANT WITH A PIANO?

IF SHE FRITTERS AWAY ALL HER UNCLE'S MONEY IT'S WOE BETIDE US.

'TIS THE TOSS OF THE HEAD THE SWEEP OF THE SHOULDER 'TIS THE DARE OF THE WOMAN IN GENERAL.

AYE, NEIGHBOR... GOT ROOM FOR A COUPLE OF NEWBORNS?

AYE, SHEPHERD.

SET THEM BY THE FIRE.

( wind whistles outside ) ( lambs bleating ) ( others whispering, muttering ) WHAT'S UP HERE, THEN?

Malter: THEY'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT MISTRESS'S STRANGE DOINGS.

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN SAYING ABOUT HER?

Mark: WELL, THESE OLD MEN BEEN PULLING HER OVER THE COALS BUT I SAY, BLESS HER PRETTY FACE.

WOULDN'T I LIKE TO DO SO, EH?

ON HER CHERRY LIPS.

WHO'S BEEN SPEAKING AGAINST HER?

NOT I.

'TIS A JOYFUL THING SHE'S NO WORSE, SAY I.

DON'T TAKE ON SO, SHEPHERD.

WE'RE ANXIOUS FOR OUR PLACES.

IF SHE LOSES THE FARM WHAT'S TO BECOME OF US?

SHE HAS NO KNOWLEDGE OF FARMING AND NO BAILIFF.

I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU SHOULD DEFEND HER, SHEPHERD.

SHE SHOULD BY RIGHTS MAKE YOU HER BAILLY.

SUCH A FITTING MAN AS YOU.

WHAT?!

MISS EVERDENE HAS A RIGHT TO BE HER OWN BAILIFF AND KEEP ME DOWN TO SHEPHERD IF SHE PLEASES.

Man: BOLDWOOD.

Man 2: MORNING, MR. BOLDWOOD, SIR.

OAK.

( all murmuring ) OAK, I'M AFRAID I OPENED THIS WITHOUT READING THE ADDRESS.

PLEASE EXCUSE MY MISTAKE.

EASILY DONE, MR. BOLDWOOD.

IT'S FROM FANNY ROBIN.

FANNY!

THANK GOD FOR THAT.

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU KNEW HER.

WELL, I DON'T REALLY.

I MET HER ON THE NIGHT I CAME HERE AND LENT HER A SHILLING.

SAYS HERE SHE'S TO BE MARRIED-- A SERGEANT TROY OF THE 11th DRAGOON GUARDS.

OH, FANNY, YOU SILLY, SILLY GIRL.

WHY, DO YOU KNOW THIS TROY?

HE'S FROM THESE PARTS.

WELL, SHE CALLS HIM A NOBLEMAN.

YES, WELL, IT'S SAID HE'S THE ILLEGITIMATE SON OF A LORD.

HE'S CLEVER ENOUGH BUT WHERE WOMEN ARE CONCERNED...

I HOPE FOR FANNY'S SAKE HE MEANS WHAT HE SAYS.

MR. OAK!

CAINY SAYS TWO MORE EWES HAVE TWINNED.

OH, RIGHT.

GOOD LAD, TEDDY.

GO INSIDE AND MARK THE ONES BY THE FIRE AND THEN FOLLOW ME ON.

GOOD DAY TO YOU, MR. BOLDWOOD.

OAK, OAK...

I JUST WANTED TO ASK IF YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW WHOSE WRITING THIS IS.

WELL, I...

I'D SAY THAT'S MISS EVERDENE'S.

YES, WELL...

IT'S EXPECTED YOU'LL TRY TO FIND OUT WHO SENT IT.

THAT'S WHERE THE FUN LIES, DOESN'T IT?

( rooster crows ) ( women call greetings ) WHAT'S UP WITH HIM?

HE WAS HANGING AROUND THE SMALL ACRE FIELD THE OTHER DAY.

WAS MISTRESS THERE?

MMM, SHE WAS.

HE'S SNIFFING ROUND HER?

HE'S NEVER LOOKED AT A WOMAN AS LONG AS I'VE KNOWN HIM.

WELL, HE IS NOW.

AND I KNOW WHY.

BUT I CAN'T TELL.

WELL, YOU'D BETTER, ELSE YOU'LL GET YOUR HEAD DIPPED IN A COW PAT.

SHE SENT A VALENTINE'S LETTER.

TO BOLDWOOD?

SHE NEVER.

ONLY AS A JOKE, MIND.

SHE'S NOT SWEET ON HIM.

I'VE HEARD EVERYTHING NOW.

SHE'S TURNED BOLDWOOD'S HEAD WITH A VALENTINE'S LETTER.

COME ON, LID WHAT ELSE DO YOU KNOW?

IS SHE TO MARRY HIM?

SHE DON'T WANT TO MARRY NO ONE.

SHE'S TOO FOND OF BEING HER OWN BOSS.

SHE DON'T HAVE TO WITH ALL SHE'S GOT.

SHE WILL IN THE END.

EVERY WOMAN DOES.

'CEPT YOU, MARYANN.

THAT'S NOT FROM WANT OF TRYING.

( all laugh ) ( low drone of voices ) Boldwood: IS MISS EVERDENE CONSIDERED...

HANDSOME?

VERY HANDSOME INDEED, SIR.

SHE WAS A GREAT DEAL NOTICED THE FIRST TIME SHE CAME, IF YOU REMEMBER.

( softly ): WHY, THANK YOU.

THIS MIGHT SET YOU OFF NICELY.

IT'S JUST A LOAN, MIND.

IT'S SO PRETTY.

DON'T WANT TO CATCH YOUR DEATH IN A FREEZING CHURCH.

OH, I'M SORRY.

COME HERE.

I'M SO NERVOUS.

GO ON.

HE'LL BE PROUD OF YOU.

YOU MAKE A LOVELY BRIDE.

( women whispering ) ( all murmuring ) SERGEANT TROY?

YES.

HAVE YOU WITNESSES?

NO.

WITNESS AT THE ALTAR?

WOULD YOU BE A WITNESS AS WELL?

( church clock strikes half hour ) ( murmuring continues ) ( gate creaks ) IS THERE NOT A WEDDING HERE TODAY?

NO.

( congregation talking and giggling ) DAMN YOU!

FRANK!

FRANK...

I THOUGHT THE ONE WITH THE TOWER WAS ALL SAINTS.

I WAS THERE AT HALF PAST 11:00 AS YOU SAID AND THEN THE VERGER TOLD ME I WAS IN THE WRONG CHURCH.

BUT I WASN'T MUCH WORRIED FOR I THOUGHT IT COULD EASILY BE TOMORROW.

YOU FOOL!

BUT IT WAS A MISTAKE.

WILL IT BE TOMORROW, FRANK?

DAMN YOU!

I WON'T GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN IN A HURRY.

BUT, FRANK...

WHEN WILL IT BE?

GOD KNOWS.

( sobs softly ) ( softly ): "MARRY ME."

( louder ): "MARRY ME."

"MARRY ME."

"MARRY ME..." "MISS EVERDENE."

( sheep bleating ) THIS ONE AIN'T FEEDING, MASTER OAK.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?

LOOKS LIKE IT WON'T TAKE THE UDDER.

IT'LL DIE IF IT DOESN'T FEED.

IT'LL HAVE TO LEARN.

RUN TO THE BARN AND GO GET THAT BOTTLE AND TEAT.

YES, MASTER OAK.

YOU'VE GOT TO EAT.

HERE, LET ME SQUEEZE SOME OUT SEE IF SHE TAKES THE TASTE OF IT.

COME ON.

SHE DOESN'T LIKE THE TASTE OF YOUR FINGER, GABRIEL.

LET ME TRY.

YOU GO ON AHEAD, SIMEON.

( chuckling ): YEAH.

SHE LIKES THE TASTE OF YOU ALL RIGHT.

COME ON, SUCK.

AH... WELL DONE.

LYDIA, IS MISS EVERDENE AT HOME?

NO, SIR, SHE'S NOT.

NO, OF COURSE NOT.

MR. BOLDWOOD... SHE'S IN THE LOWER MEADOW TODAY.

( men shouting ) SHE'D BE A SUITABLE WENCH FOR YE, MARK.

( women laughing ) AND I'M THE MAN TO MASTER HER.

WHOA.

( laughs ) OH, PARDON, MISTRESS.

Man: HOLD ON TO HER, LAD.

MORNING, MR. BOLDWOOD.

HAVE YOU COME TO WATCH?

Man: MORNING, MR. BOLDWOOD, SIR.

GOOD MORNING, MISS EVERDENE.

MR. BOLDWOOD.

( laughing ) MISS EVERDENE!

GOOD MORNING!

I FEEL ALMOST TOO MUCH TO THINK.

MY LIFE IS NOT MY OWN SINCE I BEHELD YOU CLEARLY.

I'VE NEVER SEEN MYSELF AS A HUSBAND NOT EVEN WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN.

BUT NOW, SEEING YOU I FEEL MY PRESENT WAY OF LIVING IS BAD IN EVERY RESPECT.

I COME TO MAKE YOU AN OFFER OF MARRIAGE MISS EVERDENE.

MR. BOLDWOOD, I... ( gasping lightly ) I HAVE GREAT RESPECT FOR YOU BUT I CANNOT MARRY YOU.

BUT THE VALENTINE LETTER.

IT WAS A JOKE.

I SHOULD NEVER HAVE SENT IT.

OH, DON'T SAY IT WAS A JOKE!

I CANNOT ENDURE IT.

MR. BOLDWOOD, I...

I'M SORRY.

BUT YOU'VE STARTED SOMETHING IN ME.

I WANT YOU.

I WANT YOU TO LET ME SAY I LOVE YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN.

MR. BOLDWOOD, DON'T, PLEASE!

I CAN'T BEAR FOR YOU TO FEEL SO MUCH AND... FOR ME TO FEEL NOTHING.

YOU THINK I'M TOO OLD AND SET IN MY WAYS BUT I WILL CHANGE, MISS EVERDENE.

THEY'LL NOTICE WE'RE GONE.

I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE GOING TO SAY THIS TO ME.

I AM WICKED TO HAVE MADE YOU SUFFER SO.

THEN SAY YOU DON'T ABSOLUTELY REFUSE ME.

I DON'T LOVE YOU, MR. BOLDWOOD I MUST TELL YOU THAT.

BUT I MAY SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN ON THE SUBJECT?

Y-Y-YES.

I MAY THINK OF YOU?

I SUPPOSE YOU MAY.

AND HOPE TO OBTAIN YOU?

NO... NO, DON'T HOPE.

LET US GO BACK.

I WILL CALL ON YOU TOMORROW.

NO... GIVE ME TIME, MR. BOLDWOOD.

YES, I WILL GIVE YOU ANY TIME.

I'M HAPPIER NOW.

NO... DON'T BE HAPPY.

I MUST THINK.

SHE LEFT.

SHE SAID YOU'D NOT GOT WED, AND SHE LEFT.

VERY WELL.

DID SHE SAY WHERE SHE WAS GOING?

WELL, SHE'D NO MONEY SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE INTENDED.

THANK YOU.

( trumpet signaling troops in distance ) ( grindstone grinding metal ) CAIN, GO DOWN TO THE LOWER FIELD AND CATCH THE BAY MARE.

I'LL TURN THE HANDLE.

I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU, GABRIEL.

( grinding resumes ) DID THE WORKFOLK MAKE ANY REMARK ABOUT MY BEING IN THE COPSE WITH MR. BOLDWOOD YESTERDAY?

AYE, THEY DID.

( panting ) YOU TURN, GABRIEL.

IT MAKES MY HEAD SPIN.

OH, NO, YOU'RE NOT HOLDING THEM RIGHT.

HERE, LET ME SHOW YOU.

GOT TO INCLINE THE EDGE.

THAT'S IT.

LET GO OF MY HAND...

PLEASE.

WHAT WAS SAID?

THAT YOU AND HE WOULD BE WED BEFORE THE YEAR WAS OUT.

WELL, IT'S FOOLISH TALK AND I WANT YOU TO CONTRADICT IT.

WELL, THEN, BATHSHEBA... MISS EVERDENE.

IF MR. BOLDWOOD SPOKE TO YOU OF MARRIAGE I'M NOT GOING TO LIE AND SAY HE DIDN'T JUST BECAUSE YOU TELL ME TO.

I JUST WANT YOU TO MENTION THAT IT ISN'T TRUE.

I'M NOT GOING TO MARRY HIM.

WELL, IF IT ISN'T TRUE I SUPPOSE I COULD SAY THAT.

I COULD ALSO GIVE YOU MY OPINION OF YOUR CONDUCT.

I DIDN'T ASK YOUR OPINION.

I JUST ASKED YOU TO DO WHAT I SAY.

WELL, WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY CONDUCT?

IT'S UNWORTHY OF AN HONORABLE WOMAN.

I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU DON'T MIND MY RUDENESS, THEN.

NOT AT ALL.

MY OPINION OF YOUR VIEWS IS SO LOW THAT I COMPLETELY DISREGARD THEM.

AND WHERE IN PARTICULAR DOES MY UNWORTHINESS LIE?

IN NOT MARRYING YOU, PERHAPS?

NOT AT ALL.

I HAVE LONG GIVEN UP THINKING OF THAT.

OR WISHING IT EITHER, I SUPPOSE.

OR WISHING IT EITHER.

BATHSHEBA!

OH, YOU ARE VERY FOOLISH.

LEADING MR. BOLDWOOD ON IF YOU DON'T CARE FOR HIM, IS NOT RIGHT.

AND IF YOU DO CARE FOR HIM YOU SHOULD LET HIM KNOW IN A MORE DIGNIFIED MANNER THAN SENDING HIM A SILLY GIRL'S VALENTINE!

HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS!

I PAY YOUR DAMN WAGES!

YOU WILL GO!

YOU WILL LEAVE THIS FARM AT THE END OF THE WEEK.

I'LL GO AT ONCE IF IT'S ALL THE SAME TO YOU.

GO AT ONCE, THEN.

I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!

Liddy: OH, MISTRESS, MRS. COGGAN SAYS THERE'S NO BEEF LEFT AND WILL MUTTON DO FOR...?

DON'T BOTHER ME WITH BLASTED MUTTON!

( footsteps pounding upstairs ) ( door slams ) Joseph: SHEEP, MISTRESS, THE SHEEP!

Henery: THE SHEEP!

THE SHEEP!

Joseph: 60... 70... Laban: FIFTY-NINE!

Henery: HAVE BROKEN THE FENCE!

Joseph: HAVE GOT INTO A FIELD OF YOUNG CLOVER, MISS.

Henery: THEY BE GETTING BLASTED.

Cain: AND THEY BE DEAD AS NITS IF THEY AIN'T GOT OUT AND CURED.

OH, YOU FOOLS-- TO COME TO ME FIRST AND NOT GET THEM OUT DIRECTLY.

Henery: WHEN THEY EAT THE CLOVER THEIR STOMACHS SWELL UP.

THEY DIE A PAINFUL, HORRIBLE DEATH.

( panting and wheezing ) WELL, GET THE ONES THAT ARE STILL WELL OUT QUICKLY.

Billy: YES, COME ON, BOYS.

( men shouting ) ( sheep bleats ) ( men shouting ) ( bleating in distress ) WHAT CAN I DO?

WHAT CAN I DO?

SHEEP ARE SO UNFORTUNATE.

THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THEM.

THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY OF SAVING THEM, MISS.

WHAT?

THEY MUST BE PIERCED THROUGH THE SIDE BY A THING MADE OF PURPOSE.

WELL, CAN YOU DO IT?

CAN I DO IT?

IF YOU MISS BY A HAIR'S BREADTH THE STOMACH IS PUNCTURED AND THE SHEEP IS DEAD.

THERE'S ONLY ONE MAN CAN DO IT.

WELL, WHO IS HE?

FETCH HIM IMMEDIATELY!

SHEPHERD OAK.

SHEPHERD OAK DOESN'T WORK FOR ME ANYMORE.

FARMER BOLDWOOD WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO.

Cain: NO, MA'AM.

HE SENDS FOR SHEPHERD OAK.

IT BE A HOLLER PIPE YOU NEEDS, MISS WITH A SHARP PRICKER INSIDE.

AYE, THAT'S RIGHT, A HOLLER PIPE.

AYE, SURE, THAT'S THE MACHINE.

DON'T STAND HERE WITH YOUR "AYES" AND YOUR "SURES" WHILE THE SHEEP ARE DYING!

GO AND GET SOMEONE WHO CAN SAVE THEM.

GO ON, QUICKLY!

WHO DO SHE WANT US TO GET, IF SHE DON'T WANT OAK?

SHE DON'T KNOW.

JUST LOOK LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO GET SOMEBODY.

I WON'T SEND FOR HIM, I WON'T!

( sheep bleating in pain ) Bathsheba: MARK CLARK!

GET OAK.

TAKE THE BAY.

TELL HIM TO COME DIRECTLY, THAT I SAY SO.

( panting and wheezing ) ( hoofbeats approaching ) WELL?

HE SAYS BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS, MISS.

WHAT?

HE SAYS HE WILL NOT COME UNLESS YOU REQUEST HIM AS BEFITS ANY WOMAN BEGGING A FAVOR.

WHERE DOES HE GET HIS BLASTED AIRS?!

( sheep bleating loudly in distress ) WE'LL LOSE THE WHOLE FLOCK.

I'LL BE RUINED.

WHY NOT ASK HIM SOFTER LIKE, MISS?

I'M SURE HE'D COME THEN.

GABRIEL'S A TRUE MAN IN THAT WAY.

MARK, COME INDOORS.

( sheep groans ) ( escaping gas hisses ) WILL YOU STAY ON WITH ME, GABRIEL?

( men exchange greetings ) WHERE ARE YOU HEADING FOR YOUR LEAVE, THEN, TROY?

WENCHING IN THE TOWN?

I'M GOING BACK TO WEATHERBURY TO HELP WITH THE HAYMAKING.

HAYMAKING?

THAT'S A LOWLY OCCUPATION FOR A NOBLEMAN.

AND WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT NOBILITY, DOBBS?

IT'S SOMETHING I DO EVERY YEAR.

SO, WENCHING IN THE COUNTRY, THEN?

GIVE IT A REST, DOBBS.

NOT THAT PRETTY PIECE LEFT YOU STANDING AT THE ALTAR-- YOU'RE NOT STILL THINKING ABOUT HER.

( loud banging, workers groaning and coughing ) YEAH?

I'M LOOKING FOR WORK, SIR.

COUNTRY GIRL, ARE YOU?

YOUR SHIFT WILL BE FROM 6:00 IN THE MORNING TILL 10:00 AT NIGHT.

WAGES IS FIVE SHILLINGS A WEEK.

( beating and coughing continue ) AIN'T NOTHING LIKE WORKING IN THE FIELD.

YOU SURE YOU CAN MANAGE IT?

YES, SIR.

ALL RIGHT.

( coughing and groaning continue ) ( sheep bleating ) SHE MUST BE MARKED, FRAY.

SHE COULD WANDER ONTO ANY FARM IF SHE'S NOT MARKED.

YES, MA'AM.

CAINY!

SHE BLUSHES AT THE INSULT.

IT'S GOOD WORK, GABRIEL.

DONE WELL AND DONE QUICKLY.

( men talking busily ) CAIN BALL.

YES, MASTER OAK, HERE I BE.

SOFT AS AN ANGEL'S WING.

GOOD DAY, MISS EVERDENE.

MR. BOLDWOOD.

( Bathsheba and Boldwood chatting in low voices ) I'M GOING TO SEE MR. BOLDWOOD'S NEW FLOCK OF LEICESTERS.

TAKE MY PLACE, GABRIEL.

KEEP EVERYONE AT THEIR WORK.

( workers giggling ) Temperance: WELL, IF THAT DON'T MEAN MATRIMONY... Henery: SHE'LL HAVE LESS TO SAY FOR HERSELF WHEN SHE'S WED. A MAN'S HAND WILL SOON QUIETEN HER DOWN.

Men: AYE.

I CAN'T SEE WHY A MAID SHOULD TAKE A HUSBAND IF HER'S BOLD ENOUGH TO FIGHT HER OWN BATTLES AND DON'T WANT FOR A HOME.

'TIS KEEPING ANOTHER WOMAN OUT.

AYE... A WOMAN LIKE ME.

( all laughing ) I DON'T THINK YOU'VE GOT MUCH CHANCE WITH BOLDWOOD, MARYANN BUT THEN I THOUGHT NO WOMAN HAD.

I RECKON HE KISSED HER IN THE SPINNEY THE OTHER DAY!

IT'S A LIE.

SHE WON'T MARRY HIM.

AH, NEIGHBOR OAK.

HOW KNOWEST?

WHY DON'T YOU JUST GET BACK TO WORK?

( workers continue talking, cajoling sheep ) WOULD I BE RIGHT IN THINKING YOU HAVE SOME FOREKNOWLEDGE OF OUR YOUNG MISTRESS, SHEPHERD?

I DON'T THINK ANYBODY ELSE WOULD KNOW.

I WASN'T ALTOGETHER SURE MYSELF.

I DID KNOW HER BEFORE...

WHEN I WAS SOMEBODY.

I WAS NOT ALWAYS WHAT I AM NOW.

YOU CARE FOR HER?

MORE THAN MY LIFE, JAN. AH... SHE DOESN'T LIKE BOLDWOOD.

I KNOW SHE DOESN'T.

BUT HE HAS EVERYTHING, AND I...

I AM NOTHING BUT A COMMON SHEPHERD.

THAT'S THE WAY OF THINGS, GABRIEL.

I PROMISED HER I'D TELL NO ONE.

I'LL BE AS THE GRAVE.

( children laughing ) Mrs. Coggan: GET OUT FROM UNDER MY FEET!

( children laughing ) DO YOU THINK THERE'LL BE ENOUGH MEAT FOR EVERYONE, MRS. COGGAN?

I THINK THERE'LL BE ENOUGH TO FEED A REGIMENT, MISS.

I DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT ANYONE.

I KNOW HOW WELL MY UNCLE DID THESE THINGS.

GABRIEL, WILL YOU TAKE THE BOTTOM SEAT AND TEND TO DUTIES THAT END?

Gabriel: OLD MALTER, HOW OLD ARE YOU, THEN?

SHEPHERD WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THE PEDIGREE OF YOUR LIFE, GRANDFER.

LORD SAVE US, WE'LL BE HERE TILL HARVEST.

WELL, I CAN'T RIGHTLY REMEMBER THE YEAR I WERE BORN IN BUT I CAN RECKON ALL THE PLACES I EVER LIVED IN...

I BODE IN LONGPUDDLE UNTIL I WERE 11.

THEN I MALTED FOR TWO AND 20 YEAR AND THEN TWO AND 20 YEAR HOEING TURNIPS AND HARVESTING.

THEN THERE WAS THREE YEARS AT CRESSCOMBE AND NOW ONE AND 30 HERE COME CANDLEMAS.

HOW MUCH IS THAT?

117.

( all laughing ) Old Malter: THAT'S MY AGE.

GOOD EVENING, MISS EVERDENE.

I APOLOGIZE FOR MY LATENESS.

GOOD EVENING, MR. BOLDWOOD.

GABRIEL WOULD YOU MIND MOVING AGAIN AND LETTING MR. BOLDWOOD SIT THERE?

THANK YOU, GABRIEL.

Mark: ♪ I'VE LOST MY LOVE BUT I CARE NOT ♪ ♪ I SHALL SOON HAVE ANOTHER... ♪ ( farmhands giggling ) ♪ THAT'S BETTER THAN THE OTHER... ♪ ( commenting continues ) Mrs. Coggan: I WONDER WHAT FANNY'S DOING.

SHE WAS SITTING HERE THIS TIME LAST YEAR.

I MIND IT WELL.

I WONDER IF SHE FOUND HER SWEETHEART.

WELL, IF SHE DIDN'T SHE'LL HAVE FOUND SOMEONE ELSE TO TAKE HER FANCY.

NO, SHE'LL BE MARRIED BY NOW, I RECKON.

OTHERWISE SHE WOULD HAVE COME HOME, WOULDN'T SHE?

DOES ANYONE KNOW OF AN OLD MAN OR A CROOKED ONE OR ANY KIND OF SECONDHAND FELLOW AT ALL THAT WOULD SUIT ME?

I DON'T EXPECT A PERFECT ONE AT MY TIME OF LIFE.

IF I DIDN'T HAVE MY BONNY JANE MARYANN, I'D TAKE YOU UP.

WHAT ABOUT OLD MALTER HERE?

HIS REBECCA'S BEEN DEAD THESE LONG YEARS.

Temperance: DON'T BE DAFT.

SHE NEEDS A YOUNG RAM, NOT AN OLD GOAT DON'T YOU, MARYANN?

( farmhands laughing ) COME ON, JOSEPH YOU'RE AN UPSTANDING YOUNG BUCK.

MARYANN'S LOOKING FOR A MAN.

( all laughing ) Joseph: ♪ I SOWED... ♪ ( Joseph humming ) ( clears throat ) ♪ I SOWED... ♪ ♪ THE SEEDS OF LOVE ♪ ♪ AND I SOWED THEM IN... ♪ ( children laughing ) ( Joseph stops singing ) YOU UNRULY YOUNG SCAMPS!

GET HOME WITH THEE!

GO ON, JOSEPH, 'TWAS VERY TAKING.

NO, I'LL SING NO MORE.

Billy: WILL MISS EVERDENE SING?

YES!

MISTRESS... WILL YOU PLAY TO MY SINGING, GABRIEL?

♪ ON THE BANKS OF ALLAN WATER ♪ ( as others join in ): ♪ WHEN THE SWEET SPRINGTIME DID FALL ♪ ♪ WAS THE MILLER'S LOVELY DAUGHTER ♪ ♪ FAIREST OF THEM ALL ♪ ♪ FOR THE SUMMER GRIEF HAD BROUGHT HER ♪ ♪ AND A SOLDIER FALSE WAS HE ♪ ♪ ON THE BANKS OF ALLAN WATER ♪ ♪ NONE SO SAD AS SHE.

♪ AH, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL.

Maryann: VERY PRETTY.

GOOD NIGHT TO YOU ALL.

( farmhands talking approvingly ) Mrs. Coggan: COME ON, YOU LITTLE ONES.

I FEAR I AM TOO OLD FOR YOU BUT I WILL TAKE MORE CARE OF YOU THAN ANY MAN HALF MY AGE.

I WILL PROTECT YOU, WILL CHERISH YOU WITH ALL MY STRENGTH.

GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE TO ME.

I WILL TRY TO LOVE YOU, MR. BOLDWOOD BUT I DON'T WANT TO GIVE A PROMISE TONIGHT.

I'D RATHER WAIT A FEW WEEKS.

BUT YOU BELIEVE THAT THEN... YOU SAY YOU ARE GOING AWAY.

I HAVE EVERY HOPE THAT WHEN YOU RETURN, BY HARVEST TIME I WILL BE ABLE TO PROMISE TO BE YOUR WIFE.

BUT REMEMBER THIS DISTINCTLY-- I DON'T PROMISE YET.

IT'S ENOUGH.

I DON'T ASK MORE.

( singing continues ) ( moaning with pleasure ) OH, MARK... OH, MARK.

( farmhands giggling and joking in distance ) EVENING.

( fabric ripping ) SORRY, MATE.

WE GOT HITCHED TOGETHER SOMEHOW.

I'LL SOON HAVE YOU FREE.

I'M SORRY, I...

I'LL UNFASTEN YOU IN A MOMENT.

NO, NO.

I CAN DO IT.

YOU'RE CAUGHT FAST.

HERE, LET ME.

THANK YOU FOR THE SIGHT OF SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FACE.

'TWAS UNWILLINGLY SHOWN!

I LIKE YOU THE BETTER FOR THAT RUDENESS.

I MUST TEAR YOUR DRESS IF YOU'RE IN SUCH A HURRY.

THEN PLEASE DO SO AND BE ON YOUR WAY!

LOOK AT THIS TANGLE!

YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE ON PURPOSE!

I'M NOT.

I TELL YOU YOU ARE!

I'LL DO IT MYSELF.

I'VE SEEN A GOOD MANY WOMEN IN MY TIME...

BUT I'VE NEVER SEEN ONE AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU ARE.

BE OFFENDED IF YOU LIKE-- I DON'T CARE.

IT'S DONE.

SERGEANT TROY.

I WISH...

IT HAD BEEN THE KNOT OF KNOTS WHICH THERE'S NO UNTYING.

GOOD NIGHT... BEAUTY.

"GOOD NIGHT...

BEAUTY."

Farmhands: ♪ ...HE CAST ANOTHER LOOK ♪ ♪ AND THERE HE SAW THE FAIR LADY BESIDE THE WATERY BROOK ♪ ♪ AND SING BLOW AWAY THE MORNING DEW ♪ ♪ THE DEW AND THE DEW ♪ ♪ BLOW AWAY THE MORNING DEW ♪ ♪ HOW SWEET THE WIND DOES BLOW.

♪ ♪ CAST OVER ME MY MANTLE FAIR ♪ ♪ AND PIN IT O'ER MY GOWN ♪ ♪ AND IF YOU WILL, TAKE HOLD MY HAND AND I WILL BE YOUR OWN ♪ ♪ AND SING BLOW AWAY THE MORNING DEW ♪ ♪ THE DEW AND THE DEW ♪ ♪ BLOW AWAY... ♪ ( shouts ) I'VE CUT OPEN ME ARM!

( singing stops ) YOU STUPID BOY, CAIN BALL!

Gabriel: GO FIND YOUR MOTHER, CAIN.

SHE'S IN THE NEXT FIELD.

MOTHER!

MOTHER!

MOTHER!

Man: MORNING, SERGEANT.

MORNING, ALL.

( others offering greetings ) WELCOME BACK, SERGEANT.

BEAUTIFUL MORNING.

MAKES A MAN GLAD TO BE ALIVE.

DIDN'T THINK WE'D SEE YOU THIS YEAR.

I HEAR YOUR GOOD WIFE IS WITH CHILD AGAIN SINCE I LAST SAW YOU.

MY WIFE'S DOINGS ARE NO CONCERN OF YOURS, SERGEANT.

IT'S TIME I TAUGHT YOU TO TIE A GOOD REEFER KNOT.

Woman: GOOD MORNING, SERGEANT TROY.

IS FANNY ROBIN NOT WORKING AT THE HAYMAKING THIS YEAR?

SHE RAN AWAY AFTER A SOLDIER.

THEY SAY HER SWEETHEART'S IN THE DRAGOON GUARDS.

DO YOU KNOW HIM?

I KNOW THE YOUNG MAN AS WELL AS I KNOW MYSELF.

THERE'S NOT A MAN IN THE REGIMENT I LIKE BETTER.

HE'S IN THE SAME REGIMENT AS YOU?

Troy: WHO IS THAT WOMAN?

Henery: THAT'S THE NEW MISTRESS, MISS EVERDENE.

NOT BEEN HERE FIVE MINUTES, SHE SACKED THE BAILLY.

THINKS SHE CAN DO EVERYTHING HERSELF.

WHAT'S HIS NAME?

FANNY'S SWEETHEART?

AH, NOW, THIS I CANNOT TELL.

THERE IS A CODE OF HONOR AMONG SOLDIERS, YOU KNOW.

MISS EVERDENE, GOOD DAY TO YOU.

I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS YOU I WAS TALKING TO THE OTHER NIGHT.

I FEAR I SPOKE OUT OF TURN.

I FEAR YOU DID.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY FIELDS?

I'VE HELPED YOUR UNCLE WITH THE HAYMAKING SINCE I WAS A LAD.

I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME DOING THE SAME FOR YOU.

I'M NOT SURE.

OH, I SEE, YOU'RE STILL ANGRY WITH ME BECAUSE I TOOK THE TERRIBLE LIBERTY OF TELLING YOU YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL.

I DON'T ALLOW STRANGERS TO BE BOLD AND IMPUDENT.

I TAKE IT BACK.

YOU ARE AN UTTERLY ORDINARY AND UNREMARKABLE WOMAN-- HOW'S THAT?

YOU COULD HAVE PASSED ME BY AND SAID NOTHING.

SURELY HALF THE PLEASURE IN FEELING SOMETHING IS TO EXPRESS IT THEN AND THERE.

I'D HAVE DONE THE SAME IF YOU WERE UGLY.

AND HOW LONG HAVE YOU SUFFERED FROM THIS AFFLICTION?

EVER SINCE I WAS BIG ENOUGH TO KNOW LOVELINESS FROM DEFORMITY.

MISS EVERDENE, YOU DO FORGIVE ME?

HARDLY.

I SAID YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL AND I SAY SO AGAIN.

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN I'VE EVER SEEN.

I...

I CAN'T STAND HERE TALKING ALL DAY.

I HAVE A HORSE DEALER COMING AT 10:00.

WHAT TIME IS IT NOW?

YOU HAVE NO WATCH?

NO.

HERE, TAKE MINE-- A GIFT.

I CAN'T POSSIBLY TAKE THIS.

DON'T BE SUCH A FOOL.

IT WAS MY FATHER'S.

TAKE IT, MISS EVERDENE.

I WANT YOU TO HAVE IT.

PLEASE TAKE IT BACK.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME YOUR FATHER'S WATCH?

PLEASE.

MY WORKFOLK ARE WATCHING ME FOLLOW YOU ABOUT THE FIELD.

TEMPERANCE, THE YOUNG SERGEANT DIDN'T HAPPEN TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT BEING MARRIED, DID HE?

I DON'T THINK HE'S MARRIED, MASTER OAK.

HE JUST DON'T ACT MARRIED SOMEHOW.

( laughs ) Maryann: A WALKING RUIN TO HONEST GIRLS, THAT'S FOR SURE.

( all talking excitedly ) Man: HE WAS AFTER GIVING HER HIS WATCH.

WHY, THAT'S NOT ALL HE WAS AFTER GIVING HER.

( laughs )