( bees buzzing ) MISS EVERDENE.

GOOD DAY TO YOU.

YOU'RE NOT ATTEMPTING THE BEES ALONE, ARE YOU?

HAVE YOU NO ONE TO HELP YOU?

NO, THEY'RE ALL FINISHING OFF THE HAYMAKING.

I'LL GET THEM IN FOR YOU.

THANK YOU.

YOU'D BETTER HAVE THE VEIL AND GLOVES OR YOU'LL BE HORRIBLY STUNG.

AH, YES, THE VEIL AND GLOVES.

YOU'D BETTER HAVE THE HAT, TOO.

THE HAT, TOO, BY ALL MEANS.

IT'S STILL WARM FROM YOUR HEAD.

OH, YOU'D BETTER FIX THAT FOR ME.

I'M NO GOOD AT THESE THINGS.

( laughs ) A LITTLE GRATITUDE IF YOU PLEASE, MISS EVERDENE.

( laughing ): YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS.

( buzzing intensifies ) HOLDING THIS HIVE UP MAKES ONE'S ARM ACHE WORSE THAN A WEEK OF SWORD EXERCISE.

YOU EVER SEEN IT?

NO.

HELP ME OUT OF THIS-- I'M STIFLED.

I SHALL DO IT FOR YOU.

I DO IT VERY WELL.

WHAT, NOW?

NO, I DON'T HAVE A SWORD NOW BUT I COULD GET ONE BY THIS EVENING.

WILL YOU MEET ME... AT BLACKRIDGE HOLLOW?

I'D HAVE TO BRING LIDDY WITH ME.

I DON'T SEE WHY.

WELL, I CAN'T MEET YOU ON MY OWN.

GOOD HEAVENS IT'S ONLY TO WATCH THE SWORD EXERCISE.

ANYONE WOULD THINK I WAS INVITING YOU TO SOME KIND OF DEBAUCHERY.

KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR MISS EVERDENE WILL YOU, SIMEON?

IF SHE NEEDS ANY HELP, TELL SAM NOT TO HESITATE.

I'LL BE BACK IN TIME FOR THE HARVEST.

WALK ON!

MOVE TWO FEET AWAY FROM ME AND STAND STILL.

IF YOU'RE FRIGHTENED, I CAN'T PERFORM.

I'M NOT FRIGHTENED.

IS THE SWORD VERY SHARP?

NOT AT ALL.

NOW, THEN, ARE YOU READY?

STILL AS A STATUE.

THAT WAS...

ASTONISHING.

WAIT.

YOUR HAIR HAS COME LOOSE.

HOW DID YOU DO THAT... WITH A BLUNT SWORD?

THIS SWORD IS AS SHARP AS A RAZOR.

IT COULD SLICE A MAN IN TWO.

I'VE BEEN WITHIN AN INCH OF MY LIFE.

MORE PRECISELY, YOU HAVE BEEN WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE 195 TIMES.

I NEVER MAKE MISTAKES.

MAY I KEEP THIS?

MEET ME AT THE FOOT OF THE HILL ON SUNDAY EVENING.

I CAN'T...

THIS IS TERRIBLE DIRTY WORK.

( sighing ): WHAT I'D GIVE FOR A YOUNG MAN ON A WHITE HORSE.

AH, MY LIFE IS BLIGHTED FOR WANT OF CHANCES.

I SUPPOSE YOU'VE GOT DROVES OF YOUNG MEN WANTING TO MARRY YOU.

I WAS TO BE MARRIED.

TO A SOLDIER.

RUN OFF, DID HE?

NO, IT WAS MY FAULT.

IT WAS FOR THE BEST.

HE WAS A GENTLEMAN.

I'D ALWAYS BE THINKING I WAS HOLDING HIM BACK.

YOU'LL FIND ANOTHER ONE.

THERE'S A DOZEN ON EVERY CORNER WITH THEIR TONGUES HANGING OUT.

( bell tolling the hour ) ( clock chiming ) GOOD MORNING.

GOOD MORNING, SIR.

WOULD YOU SHOW ME SOME OF YOUR RINGS?

FOR YOURSELF, SIR?

NO, NO... FOR A... YOUNG LADY, PERHAPS?

FOR YOUR WIFE.

SHORTLY TO BE.

( congregation members chatting ) IT WAS THE MISTRESS.

SHE WAS IN THE WOODS WITH A SOLDIER.

HE WAS KILLING HER WITH HIS SWORD... TEDDY, DON'T TALK SUCH NONSENSE.

AH, GABRIEL, YOU TAKING A WALK, TOO?

I THOUGHT I'D LOOK OUT FOR YOU AS THE MAN WHO SHOULD NATURALLY COME TO MEET YOU IS AWAY FROM HOME.

MR. BOLDWOOD.

I DON'T QUITE UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEAN.

WHY WOULD MR. BOLDWOOD COME TO MEET ME?

ON ACCOUNT OF THE MARRIAGE THEY SAY IS DUE TO HAPPEN BETWEEN YOU AND HIM.

WELL, THEY SAY WHAT IS NOT TRUE.

I'VE GIVEN MR. BOLDWOOD NO DEFINITE ANSWER BUT AS SOON AS HE RETURNS, I WILL.

I CANNOT MARRY HIM.

I WISH YOU'D NEVER MET SERGEANT TROY.

HE'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU.

I CAME TO BEG YOU TO HAVE NO MORE TO DO WITH HIM.

SERGEANT TROY NEED NOT CONCERN US HERE.

WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF HIM?

DO YOU THINK HE'S HONORABLE?

BECAUSE I THINK HE HAS LITTLE OR NO CONSCIENCE.

I'M NOT SAYING HE'S ALL BAD BUT JUST DON'T TRUST HIM SO COMPLETELY.

I WISH YOU TO GO.

DO NOT REMAIN ON THIS FARM ANY LONGER.

I DON'T WANT YOU.

GO, INDEED-- WHAT NONSENSE.

HOW WOULD THE FARM CARRY ON?

THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU HAVE PRETENDED TO DISMISS ME.

WHAT'S THE USE OF IT?

I AM MISTRESS.

YOU WILL GO.

BATHSHEBA... ( sighs ) YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU... AND WILL LOVE YOU ALWAYS.

I ONLY MENTION THIS SO THAT YOU KNOW I MEAN YOU NO HARM-- BEYOND THAT I PUT MYSELF ASIDE.

BUT I BEG YOU TO CONSIDER.

IF YOU CARE FOR YOUR REPUTATION AS I DO... BE MORE DISCREET TOWARDS THIS SOLDIER.

GABRIEL, WILL YOU LEAVE ME NOW?

I DON'T ORDER YOU AS MISTRESS...

I ASK YOU AS A WOMAN.

YOU CAME.

I DIDN'T INTEND TO BUT MR. OAK MIGHT HAVE COME UPON YOU.

I MET HIM ON THE PATH.

AND WHAT HAS OAK TO DO WITH ME?

I FEAR NO OAK, NOR ANY OTHER MAN.

LET'S WALK A WHILE.

JUST FOR A MOMENT.

GOD, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

( whispers ): DON'T.

BATHSHEBA, I MUST GO AWAY FOR A SHORT TIME.

IT'S ONLY TO BATH.

DON'T LOOK SO ANXIOUS.

NO, IT'S NOT...

I HAVE OTHER THINGS ON MY MIND.

I CAN'T EXPLAIN.

COME NOW.

GIVE ME A HAPPY FACE BEFORE I GO.

( whimpers lightly ) ( softly ): NO, NO.

I CAN'T.

I'M SORRY, I... COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

AND NEITHER, I THINK, COULD YOU.

Bathsheba: DEAR MR. BOLDWOOD.

NOW THAT I HAVE HAD THE TIME TO REFLECT AND HONORED THOUGH I AM BY YOUR INTENTIONS TO ME I FEEL IT WOULD BE DISHONEST AND UNFAIR...

HE'S AIMING WAY ABOVE HIMSELF IF HE'S AIMING AT HER.

HE HAS NOTHING BUT HIS HANDSOME FACE TO COMMEND HIM.

HE'S A RAKISH MAN... OR SO PEOPLE SAY.

'TIS WELL FOR HER THAT BOLDWOOD'S AWAY.

MAYBE SHE'D BE BETTER STICKING WITH HIM.

I WOULDN'T LIKE TO SEE TROY IN CHARGE OF A FARM.

HE'S AFTER TWO THINGS AND ONE OF THEM LIES UNDER HER SKIRTS.

WELL, I SWEAR TO GOD HE CAN GO UNDER MY SKIRT ANY TIME HE LIKES!

( women laugh ra ucously ) WHOM ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

WHAT WAS PASSING WAS A BIT OF A WORD ABOUT YOURSELF AND SERGEANT TROY, MISS.

Bathsheba: I FORBID YOU TO SAY SUCH THINGS.

YOU KNOW I DON'T CARE FOR SERGEANT TROY.

WE KNOW YOU DON'T, MISS.

I HATE HIM.

HE'S A FAST MAN.

Bathsheba: HE'S NOT A FAST MAN!

WHAT IS IT TO ME WHAT HE IS?

( curtly ): GET THIS TO THE POST.

NOW, HERE'S A TURN.

I'M SORRY WE MISTOOK YOU, MISS.

I DID THINK YOU CARED FOR SERGEANT TROY BUT I SEE NOW YOU DON'T.

PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY SUCH FOOLERY.

BUT IF ANYONE SAYS ANOTHER WORD, I'LL TELL THEM STRAIGHT "OF COURSE A LADY LIKE MISS EVERDENE "CAN'T LOVE HIM.

HE'S FAR BENEATH HER."

BUT, LIDDY, CAN'T YOU SEE?

I LOVE HIM TO DISTRACTION.

OH, MISTRESS.

WHAT ABOUT MR. BOLDWOOD?

I'VE GOT INTO SUCH A MESS, LIDDY.

I'VE WRITTEN TO MR. BOLDWOOD AND REFUSED HIM.

DON'T WORRY, MISS.

HE'S AWAY TILL HARVEST TIME.

( birds chirping, church bells ringing ) ( bells still ringing, sheep bleating ) MISS EVERDENE, ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME?

MR. BOLDWOOD... GOOD EVENING.

DON'T THROW ME OFF NOW.

I DON'T THROW YOU OFF.

I NEVER HAD YOU.

I DIDN'T LET MYSELF BELIEVE.

I...

I ONLY HOPED... THAT EVENING AT YOUR HOME... WHERE HAVE ALL YOUR PLEASANT WORDS GONE?

YOUR HOPE TO BE ABLE TO LOVE ME?

REALLY FORGOTTEN?

OH, YOU MUST BE HEARTLESS.

BATHSHEBA... SAY YOU ONLY WROTE THIS REFUSAL TO ME IN FUN.

SAY IT TO ME.

IT WOULD BE UNTRUE.

I DON'T HAVE THE LOVING NATURE YOU THINK I HAVE.

OH, YOU HAVE LOVE ENOUGH BUT IT'S TURNED SOMEWHERE ELSE AND I KNOW WHERE.

OH, WHY DID TROY NOT LEAVE MY TREASURE ALONE?

BEFORE HE CAME, YOU WOULD HAVE ACCEPTED ME.

CAN YOU DENY IT?

( sharply ): NO.

NO!

I HAD YOU BUT HE STOLE IN WHILE I WAS AWAY AND... AND ROBBED ME.

WELL, GO AND MARRY YOUR MAN-- GO ON!

DON'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS!

I'M ONLY A GIRL!

DAZZLED BY SCARLET AND BRASS.

IT IS UNMANLY OF YOU TO ATTACK A WOMAN LIKE THIS.

I HAVE NOBODY TO FIGHT MY BATTLES FOR ME.

BUT YOU HAVE.

YOU HAVE THE DANDY IN RED.

HAS HE CLAIMED YOU FOR HIS?

HAS HE KISSED YOU?

HE HAS KISSED YOU.

DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, HE KISSED YOU WHEN I WOULD HAVE GIVEN WORLDS TO TOUCH YOUR HAND.

THEN BY CHRIST, I WILL KISS YOU, TOO!

NO, NO, MR. BOLDWOOD, DON'T!

NO!

YOU'RE A DECENT MAN.

ACT LIKE ONE!

CURSE HIM, CURSE HIM!

DON'T CALL EVIL DOWN ON HIM.

DON'T!

I LOVE HIM.

I... CAN'T HELP IT.

BATHSHEBA... FORGIVE ME.

FORGIVE ME.

I'M BLAMING YOU WHEN HE IS THE SINNER.

HE HAS STOLEN YOUR HEART WITH LIES AND FLATTERIES.

IT'S FORTUNATE HE'S GONE BACK TO HIS REGIMENT.

BATHSHEBA, DON'T LET HIM COME INTO MY SIGHT FOR I MAY BE TEMPTED BEYOND MYSELF.

MASTER OAK!

MASTER OAK!

YOU'RE LEFT IN CHARGE OF THE FARM.

MISTRESS IS GONE!

CAINY BALL.

HE'S GOT HIS BEST CLOTHES ON.

HE'S BEEN HAVING A HOLIDAY 'CAUSE HE CUT HIS ARM OPEN.

YOU'RE RIGHT.

A BROKEN LEG ALLOWED ME TO READ THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS.

AYE, MY FATHER PUT HIS ARM OUT OF JOINT TO HAVE TIME TO GO COURTING.

( man chuckles ) Gabriel: NOW, CAIN BALL HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN WHILE YOU'RE EATING?

YOU'LL CHOKE YOURSELF.

LAD.

( pants, coughs ) I'VE BEEN TO BATH... ( coughs ) AND I'VE SEEN... OUR MISTRESS.

YEAH, AND... SHE WERE WALKING... ( coughs ) HERE YOU ARE-- HERE'S SOME CIDER.

THAT'LL CURE YOUR THROAT.

( all laugh ) IT'S GONE IN ME NOSE.

TELL THE TALE, LAD.

COME ON.

LET THE BOY BE.

HE'S ALWAYS HAD A BAD COUGH.

SOMEBODY BANG HIM ON THE BACK.

YEAH!

( laughter ) NOW, YOU JUST TELL US WHAT HAPPENED LAD, COME ON.

I SAW OUR MISTRESS AND A SOLDIER GO INTO A SORT OF PARK-LIKE PLACE AND HE PUT HIS ARM ROUND HER WAIST AND THEY GOT CLOSER AND CLOSER LIKE A COURTING COUPLE.

AND I THINK THE SOLDIER WAS SERGEANT TROY.

Temperance: SHE'S LOST HER NAME GOOD AND PROPER NOW.

SHE AIN'T NOTHING BUT...

FRAY, HOLD YOUR BLASTED TONGUE.

Cain: THEY SAT DOWN AND STARTED TALKING SORT OF SERIOUS LIKE AND MISTRESS WAS CRYING, ALMOST TO DEATH.

YOU SURE IT WAS HER?

AS SURE AS SURE.

THEN WHAT?

I NEVER SAW MISTRESS NO MORE AFTER THAT.

Maryann: SHE'LL WISH HER BREAD DOUGH IF SHE'S EVER INTIMATE WITH THAT MAN.

SHE'S NOT.

I'M SURE SHE'S NOT.

Billy: WAIT NOW.

HE'S NO COARSE, IGNORANT YOUTH.

HE WAS WELL BROUGHT UP, HAS A SWEET WAY WITH WORDS THOUGH HIS WILDNESS MADE HIM A SOLDIER.

AND MAIDS DO RATHER LIKE YOUR MAN OF SIN.

( both laugh ) DON'T TAKE ON ABOUT HER, GABRIEL.

WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE WHOSE SWEETHEART SHE IS SINCE SHE CAN'T BE YOURS?

IT'S NOT ME I FRET FOR.

IT'S HER.

Liddy: MISTRESS!

OH, MISS, YOU'RE BACK.

WE WERE THAT WORRIED.

WE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO YOU.

I'M SORRY, LIDDY.

I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN.

BUT I'M BACK NOW... AND I'M STAYING.

MISS EVERDENE, LYDIA.

WILL YOU TELL HER... MY MISTRESS CANNOT SEE YOU, SIR.

( rooster crows ) ( wheels trundle ) GOOD NIGHT.

NIGHT, SERGEANT.

( gate closes ) Boldwood ( quietly ): SERGEANT TROY?

YES.

I'M WILLIAM BOLDWOOD.

I WISH TO SPEAK WITH YOU.

WHAT ABOUT?

ABOUT A WOMAN YOU HAVE WRONGED.

I WONDER AT YOUR IMPERTINENCE.

WONDER OR NOT YOU'RE GOING TO HOLD A CONVERSATION WITH ME.

I KNOW ABOUT FANNY ROBIN'S ATTACHMENT TO YOU.

SHE IS AN ORPHAN.

SHE HAS NOBODY TO LOOK OUT FOR HER BUT ME.

YOU SHOULD MARRY HER.

I SUPPOSE I SHOULD.

INDEED I WISH TO, BUT I CAN'T.

WHY NOT?

I'M TOO POOR.

TROY...

I PROPOSE A BUSINESS TRANSACTION WITH YOU.

I WAS ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED TO MISS EVERDENE BEFORE YOU CAME ALONG.

NO, NOT ENGAGED.

AS GOOD AS ENGAGED.

NO, IF I'D NOT COME ALONG SHE MIGHT HAVE BECOME ENGAGED TO YOU.

DAMN "MIGHT"!

IF YOU'D NOT COME I SHOULD CERTAINLY HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED.

LOOK, TROY, YOU MUST KNOW THIS... DALLIANCE WITH HER CANNOT END IN MARRIAGE.

NOW, MARRY FANNY ROBIN.

SHE'S MORE SUITABLE FOR YOU.

AND I'LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE.

OH, YES?

I WILL GIVE YOU... £50 TONIGHT.

FANNY SHALL HAVE £50 TO PREPARE FOR THE WEDDING AND £500 ON HER WEDDING DAY.

SO, SERGEANT, TAKE UP YOUR CARPET BAG TURN AROUND AND LEAVE WEATHERBURY TONIGHT.

HOW DO YOU KNOW I WON'T JUST TAKE THE £50 AND THEN NOT GO THROUGH THE WEDDING?

I KNOW I CAN'T APPEAL TO YOUR HONOR BUT I THINK I CAN APPEAL TO YOUR SHREWDNESS.

NOW, £500 IS A LOT OF MONEY TO THROW AWAY.

( latch clicks ) Bathsheba: FRANK?

FRANK, IS THAT YOU?

I MUST GO TO HER.

NO!

LEAVE STRAIGHTAWAY!

I CAN'T GO WITHOUT TELLING HER!

SHE'LL ONLY YEARN AFTER ME.

WELL, KEEP IT BRIEF!

FRANK, YOU'RE SO LATE.

( gasping ): OH, GOD.

YOU KNEW I WOULD COME.

HOW COULD YOU DOUBT IT?

LIDDY'S GONE TO HER GRANDFATHER'S AND I'VE PACKED THE GIRLS OFF, TOO.

WE HAVE THE HOUSE TO OURSELVES.

GO ON UPSTAIRS.

I'LL BE IN YOUR BED IN FIVE MINUTES.

YOU SEE MY DILEMMA?

I CAN'T MARRY BOTH OF THEM.

NOW, I'D RATHER MARRY FANNY BECAUSE I LIKE HER BEST, ON THE WHOLE.

AND, OF COURSE, YOU MAKE IT WORTH MY WHILE.

I'VE A MIND TO KILL YOU!

SHE WON'T THANK YOU FOR IT!

MARRY BATHSHEBA.

I GIVE HER UP.

SHE MUST LOVE YOU INDEED.

OH, BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE CONCERNED FOR FANNY.

MARRY BATHSHEBA, TROY.

DON'T DESERT HER.

I'LL PAY YOU £500 ON YOUR WEDDING DAY.

AND AM I TO HAVE ANYTHING NOW?

I'VE... ( coins jingle ) LOOK, I'VE £20-- HERE.

BUT I MUST BE CERTAIN YOU'LL MARRY HER.

YOU MUST SIGN A PAPER.

I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HER PARLOR AND I'LL SIGN.

NO, SHE MUST KNOW NOTHING OF THIS.

COME TO MY HOUSE.

SHE'S WAITING FOR ME!

WAIT THERE.

I'LL GET PAPER.

DO YOU THINK I WOULD BREAK IN?

YOU ARE A RIDICULOUS MAN, BOLDWOOD.

I'M NO ANGEL, BUT I DON'T BUY AND SELL WOMEN.

MARRIED?

FANNY LEFT ME LONG AGO.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE SHE IS.

YOU SAY YOU LOVE BATHSHEBA YET ON THE MEREST EVIDENCE YOU BELIEVE HER TO BE LITTLE MORE THAN A WHORE.

THERE.

NOW THAT I'VE TAUGHT YOU A LESSON YOU CAN TAKE YOUR MONEY BACK.

I WILL NOT.

( coins jingle ) I WILL NOT!

I'LL PUNISH YOU, TROY.

I'LL PUNISH YOU YET.

( rips pound notes ) Bathsheba: IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE HAD A REAL HOME.

I BELONG HERE.

THIS IS MINE.

I'VE NEVER BELONGED ANYWHERE.

I THOUGHT I FOUND A NICHE IN THE ARMY, BUT... WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?

( sighs ) MY MOTHER WAS FRENCH.

SHE WAS GOVERNESS TO THE EARL OF SEVERN'S CHILDREN AND MISTRESS TO THE NOBLE EARL.

THEY MARRIED HER OFF QUICK AS LIGHTNING AS SOON AS I WAS ON THE WAY.

THE WATCH?

THE WATCH WAS HIS AND IT WAS GIVEN TO ME WHEN I CAME OF AGE.

IT WAS MY ONLY INHERITANCE.

CEDIT AMOR REBUS-- MOTTO OF THE SEVERN FAMILY.

"LOVE YIELDS TO CIRCUMSTANCE."

DID YOU KNOW HIM, THE EARL?

HE NEVER CLAIMED ME.

I ONLY SAW HIM ONCE.

HE PAID FOR MY SCHOOLING.

SO THIS IS WHAT I AM, BATHSHEBA-- A BASTARD, DESTINED NEVER TO BELONG ANYWHERE.

IF WE HAVE A SON, THE WATCH WILL GO TO HIM.

HE WILL KNOW WHO HE IS.

( approaching footsteps ) Troy: MORNING, COMRADES.

Coggan: MORNING, SERGEANT.

SHE HAS MARRIED HIM, THEN.

SAY GOOD MORNING.

YOU DON'T NEED TO MEAN IT.

THIS IS A GLOOMY OLD HOUSE.

I INTEND TO BRIGHTEN IT UP A BIT MAKE THE PLACE MORE MODERN.

WE MUST BE CHEERFUL WHILE WE CAN.

OH, COGGAN, DO YOU KNOW IF THERE'S ANY INSANITY IN MR. BOLDWOOD'S FAMILY?

I ONCE HEARD THAT AN UNCLE OF HIS WASN'T RIGHT IN THE HEAD BUT I DON'T KNOW THE TRUTH OF IT.

HMM.

OH, NEVER MIND.

I SHALL BE DOWN IN THE FIELDS WITH YOU IN A FEW DAYS.

I WON'T STAND ON CEREMONY.

HERE'S HALF A CROWN TO DRINK MY HEALTH.

( coin clinks ) ( window closes ) WELL, I WON'T TAKE ANY GIFTS FROM HIM.

( accordion warms up ) ( fiddles join in with lively dance tune ) ( clapping and cheering ) ( wind whistling ) CAIN, TELL THE SERGEANT THERE'S A STORM COMING.

IF THE RICKS AREN'T COVERED, THEY'LL LOSE THEM.

TELL HIM IT'S SERIOUS.

( music continues ) SERGEANT TROY SAYS IT WON'T RAIN AND YOU'RE NOT TO BOTHER HIM WITH SUCH FIDGETS.

MARRY ME.

( wind whipping ) ( applause ) FRIENDS, NOT ONLY DO WE CELEBRATE THE HARVEST IN SAFE AND WELL TONIGHT BUT THIS IS ALSO A WEDDING FEAST.

All: AYE!

A SHORT TIME AGO I HAD THE HAPPINESS TO LEAD THIS LADY, YOUR MISTRESS TO THE ALTAR.

WE'VE NOT YET HAD A CHANCE TO CELEBRATE OUR MARRIAGE...

PUBLICLY.

( laughter ) SO TO CELEBRATE IN STYLE AND SO THAT EVERY MAN WILL GO TO BED HAPPY I'VE ORDERED BRANDY AND KETTLES OF HOT WATER.

( men cheer ) A TREBLE STRONG MEASURE FOR EVERY GUEST.

NO, THEY'VE HAD ENOUGH OF EVERYTHING.

WE DON'T WISH FOR NO MORE, THANK YE, SERGEANT.

Troy: NONSENSE!

( crowd jeers ) FRIENDS, FRIENDS WE'LL SEND THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN TO BED AND WE COCKBIRDS WILL HAVE A REAL CELEBRATION BY OURSELVES.

LET ANY MAN WHO SHOWS THE WHITE FEATHER LOOK ELSEWHERE FOR HIS WINTER'S WORK.

( laughter ) ( music resumes as men shout and laugh ) ( wind howling outside ) IS THAT YOU, FRANK?!

HE'S IN THE BARN!

( men snoring as wind whistles ) CAN I DO ANYTHING TO HELP?

IF YOU DON'T MIND CLIMBING THE LADDER YOU CAN GET SOME MORE REEDS UP TO ME.

CAN WE COVER THEM BEFORE THE RAIN STARTS?

AYE, IF WE'RE QUICK ABOUT IT.

HE PROMISED THEY'D BE SEEN TO.

( thunder cracks ) ( screams ) ( thunder rumbles ) YOU'D BETTER GO DOWN.

GABRIEL...

I SUPPOSE YOU THOUGHT WHEN I RUSHED OFF TO BATH THAT NIGHT IT WAS TO MARRY SERGEANT TROY.

I DID AT FIRST.

AND OTHERS THOUGHT SO, TOO.

WELL, IT WASN'T.

I WENT THERE TO END IT.

BUT WHEN I WAS COMING AWAY HE SAID HE'D SEEN A WOMAN THAT MORNING THAT WAS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN I WAS THAT HE COULDN'T PROMISE TO BE FAITHFUL UNLESS I BECAME HIS AT ONCE.

SO...

BETWEEN JEALOUSY AND DISTRACTION I MARRIED HIM.

OH, BATHSHEBA.

HE WASN'T TO BLAME.

IT WAS PERFECTLY TRUE ABOUT HIM HAVING SEEN SOMEONE ELSE.

YOU GO BACK IN THE HOUSE.

I'LL FINISH UP OUT HERE ALONE.

THANK YOU, GABRIEL.

THANK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES.

FOR EVERYTHING.

( rain pelts down ) I OVERLOOKED THE RICKS THIS YEAR.

THE BEST PART OF YOUR HARVEST, SIR.

THINGS HAVE GONE... RATHER WRONG WITH ME LATELY, OAK.

I WAS HOPING TO GET A LITTLE SETTLED IN MY LIFE, BUT... SOMEWAY MY PLANS COME TO NOTHING.

I DARESAY I AM A JOKE ABOUT THE PARISH.

NOT AT ALL, SIR.

NOT WITH ME.

OAK... ( voice breaking ): I CAN'T FEND OFF MY MISERABLE GRIEF.

NO... WHATEVER THEY SAY, THERE WAS NO JILTING ON HER PART, REALLY-- SHE NEVER PROMISED ME.

REALLY, IT WAS NOTHING.

THE WHOLE THING WAS MADE MORE OF BY OTHER PEOPLE THAN IT EVER WAS BY US.

IT WAS NOTHING.

GOOD MORNING TO YOU.

SIR.

Troy: IF SHE HADN'T FALLEN AT THE LAST FENCE I'D HAVE CLEARED £200 EASY.

Bathsheba: IT'S FOOLISH TO THROW AWAY MY MONEY LIKE THIS, FRANK.

PROMISE ME YOU WON'T GO TOMORROW.

IF IT'S A FINE DAY, I WAS THINKING OF TAKING YOU ALONG.

I'D RUN 100 MILES THE OTHER WAY FIRST.

YOU'VE LOST ALL THE PLUCK AND THE SAUCINESS YOU USED TO HAVE.

IF I'D KNOWN WHAT YOU WERE UNDER ALL YOUR BOLDNESS I'D NEVER HAVE... ( exhales in disgust ) PLEASE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME THE CASTERBRIDGE WORKHOUSE CLOSES AT NIGHT?

I DON'T KNOW.

Bathsheba: OH, YOU POOR THING.

STAY WHERE YOU ARE.

WALK HER UP TO THE TOP.

I'LL SEE TO HER.

YOU?!

GO ON!

( smacks horse ) ( softly ): FRANK... FRANK, IS IT REALLY YOU?

I LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR YOU.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE MILES AWAY.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD.

WHY DIDN'T YOU COME TO THE BARRACKS?

I COULDN'T.

YOU WERE SO COLD TO ME AT THE CHURCH.

OH, FANNY, I WAS ANGRY.

I CAME TO YOUR LODGINGS BUT... YOU'RE NOT WELL.

HAVE YOU MONEY?

NO.

YOU CAN'T GO TO THE WORKHOUSE.

HERE'S WHAT I HAVE.

DAMN IT, IT'S ONLY PENNIES.

I'VE LEFT THE ARMY, FAN.

I ONLY HAVE WHAT MY WIFE GIVES ME NOW.

I CAN DO NOTHING BETTER.

GO THERE JUST FOR TONIGHT.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT TO WALK?

I'LL MEET YOU TOMORROW MORNING AT 10:00 ON GREY'S BRIDGE.

NOW, FANNY, YOU WON'T GET IT WRONG, WILL YOU?

TEN O'CLOCK.

I'LL BRING ALL THE MONEY I CAN.

FRANK... WHAT IS IT?

NOTHING.

OH, FANNY, I'M SO SORRY.

I CAN DO NOTHING MORE NOW.

BUT I WILL-- I PROMISE YOU.

( coins clink softly ) DO YOU KNOW HER?

NO.

I THINK YOU DO.

YOU CAN THINK WHAT YOU DAMN WELL LIKE.

WOULD YOU LET ME HAVE £20, BATHSHEBA?

( rooster crows outside ) FOR THE RACES AGAIN?

DON'T GO, FRANK.

STAY HOME WITH ME TODAY.

IT'S NOT FOR THE RACES.

WHAT IS IT FOR, THEN?

YOU WORRY ME WITH THESE MYSTERIOUS RESPONSIBILITIES.

AND YOU WORRY ME WITH ALL THESE SUSPICIONS.

DON'T GO TOO FAR, BATHSHEBA OR YOU MAY HAVE CAUSE TO REGRET SOMETHING.

I DO THAT ALREADY.

WHAT DO YOU REGRET?

MY ROMANCE HAS COME TO AN END.

ALL ROMANCES END WITH MARRIAGE.

MUST YOU BE SO SMART AT MY EXPENSE?

YOU ARE DULL ENOUGH AT MINE.

I BELIEVE YOU HATE ME.

I DON'T HATE YOU; I HATE YOUR FAULTS.

LET'S STOP THIS BICKERING.

WE'LL STRIKE A BARGAIN WITH THE £20 AND BE FRIENDS.

IF YOU MUST HAVE IT, TAKE IT.

I EXPECT I'LL BE GONE BEFORE YOU'RE IN FROM THE FARM.

I'VE PROMISED TO MEET SOMEONE.

THERE WAS A TIME NOT SO LONG AGO WHEN IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN A GOOD MANY PROMISES TO DRAG YOU AWAY FROM ME.

I WAS SWEETER THAN ALL YOUR OTHER PLEASURES THEN.

WHOSE IS THAT HAIR?

IT IS YOURS, OF COURSE.

LIAR.

I'M NOT.

THAT HAIR IS YELLOW.

IT'S NOT!

DON'T INSULT ME-- THE HAIR IS YELLOW.

WHOSE IS IT?

YOU'RE MY HUSBAND!

YOU SHOULDN'T KEEP OTHER WOMEN'S HAIR!

TELL ME THE TRUTH, FRANK!

OH, DON'T BE SO DESPERATE!

DEAR GOD... HELP ME.

Bathsheba: JOSEPH?

WHAT'S THE MESSAGE?

'TIS A SOMBER ONE, MISTRESS.

YOU'LL NEVER SEE FANNY ROBIN NO MORE.

SHE'S DEAD IN CASTERBRIDGE WORKHOUSE.

FANNY'S DEAD?

MR. BOLDWOOD IS SENDING A WAGON TO FETCH HER HOME AND PARSON THIRDLY WILL BURY HER AT 4:00 THIS AFTERNOON.

NO, NO, FANNY IS MY RESPONSIBILITY.

YOU SHALL FETCH HER, JOSEPH.

USE THE NEW WAGON WITH THE RED WHEELS.

WASH IT DOWN.

TAKE SOME GREENERY FROM THE GARDEN.

MAKE IT PRETTY FOR HER.

I'LL DO MY BEST, MISS.

HOW DID SHE END UP IN THE WORKHOUSE, JOSEPH?

HAD SHE BEEN THERE LONG?

ONLY SINCE LAST NIGHT, I BELIEVE, MISS.

THEY SAY SHE WALKED ALL THE WAY FROM MELCHESTER AND THAT'S WHAT KILLED HER.

SHE WOULD HAVE WALKED RIGHT PAST HERE.

WHY DIDN'T SHE COME HOME?

WHAT TIME WOULD SHE HAVE BEEN ON THE CASTERBRIDGE ROAD, JOSEPH?

SOME TIME YESTERDAY EVENING, I RECKON.

YESTERDAY EVENING.

AYE, THEREABOUTS.

YOU BETTER GO, JOSEPH.

MA'AM.

THERE YOU ARE, JOSEPH.

COME ON.

Bathsheba: LIDDY...

YES, MISS.

WHAT COLOR WAS FANNY'S HAIR?

WHY, IT WAS GOLDEN, MISS.

LONG, GOLDEN HAIR SHE HAD.

PEOPLE OFTEN REMARKED ON IT.

'TIS A TERRIBLE THING TO DIE IN A WORKHOUSE.

I HOPE I NEVER HAVE SUCH MISFORTUNE.

HER YOUNG MAN WAS A SOLDIER, DID THEY SAY?

IN THE SAME REGIMENT AS MR.

TROY.

( sighs ) IT WILL SHORTLY BE DARK.

WHERE IS POORGRASS?

HE LEFT HOURS AGO.

WHAT COULD HAVE BECOME OF HIM?

HE PASSES THE BUCK'S HEAD.

OH, NO.

NOT WITH FANNY DEAD IN THE WAGON, SURELY.

HAVE ANOTHER DRINK, JOSEPH.

OF COURSE YOU'LL HAVE ANOTHER DROP.

BE TWICE THE MAN AFTERWARDS.

YOU'LL WHOP AND SLAP INTO YOUR WORK WITHOUT ANY TROUBLE.

( drunkenly ): WELL, I THANK PROVIDENCE THAT I'VE NOT BEEN AWAY FROM MY DRINKING.

JOSEPH POORGRASS, YOU'RE A DISGRACE!

TO LEAVE A DEAD WOMAN HANGING AROUND OUTSIDE IN THE DARK!

YOU'RE AS DRUNK AS A LORD!

NO, SHEPHERD, NOT I.

ALL THAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME IS THE MULTIPLYING EYE.

THAT'S WHY YOU LOOK DOUBLE TO ME.

( snickering ) ( spits ) WHOA, NOW, HOLD UP.

IT IS TOO LATE AND TOO DARK TO PERFORM A BURIAL WITH ANY DECENCY.

YOU CAN TAKE THE BODY TO THE HOUSE, MRS.

TROY OR IT CAN STAY HERE IN THE CHURCH TILL MORNING.

I'D BETTER TAKE IT TO THE CHURCH.

NO, IT'S COLD AND LONELY IN THE CHURCH AT NIGHT.

BRING HER TO THE HOUSE.

IT'D BE BETTER IN THE CHURCH READY FOR THE MORNING, FLOWERS AND ALL.

NO, IT'S UNKIND AND UNCHRISTIAN.

BRING HER TO THE HOUSE.

WHAT'S THE MATTER, LIDDY?

IT'S JUST A WICKED STORY, MISS AND I KNOW IT CAN'T BE TRUE.

( whispering ): THEY'RE SAYING FANNY DIED IN CHILDBIRTH.

I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

THERE'S ONLY FANNY'S NAME WRITTEN.

WE WOULD HAVE BEEN TOLD IF IT WERE TRUE, WOULDN'T WE, MISS?

WE MIGHT.

YOU GO TO BED.

( whispering ): OH, FANNY, WOULD TO GOD YOU COULD TELL ME YOUR SECRET.

WELL... WHAT IS IT?

WHO DIED?

LET ME GO!

NO, YOU WILL STAY.

IS THE CHILD YOURS?

I HAD A SON.

NO!

FANNY ROBIN WAS MY SERVANT.

DON'T KISS HER, FRANK.

KISS ME...

KISS ME.

SHE IS MORE TO ME THAN YOU EVER WERE OR ARE, OR COULD BE.

AND IF SATAN HADN'T TEMPTED ME WITH THAT FACE OF YOURS I'D HAVE FOUND HER AND MARRIED HER.

OH, FANNY, FORGIVE ME.

IN THE SIGHT OF HEAVEN, YOU ARE MY WIFE.

IF SHE IS THAT... WHAT AM I?

YOU... YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME.

NOTHING.

( sobbing quietly ) ( sheep bleating ) OH, MISS...

I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU.

YOU HAVEN'T BEEN OUT HERE ALL NIGHT?

IS HE AT HOME?

HE LEFT WHEN THEY CAME FOR THE COFFIN.

SHE'S GONE?

UH-HUH.

( sobbing ): OH, LIDDY.

OH, POOR THING.

COME IN.

COME ON.

YOU'LL CATCH YOUR DEATH.

( screams ) MASTER OAK CALLED IN FIRST THING, MISS.

HE WAS ASKING HOW YOU WERE.

DID MR.

TROY COME HOME?

THE CHILDREN SAY THERE'S A HANDSOME HEADSTONE BEEN PUT UP ON FANNY'S GRAVE.

DON'T KNOW WHO PAID FOR IT.

DAMN YOU, GOD... OR LUCIFER... OR WHOEVER YOU ARE.

Man: I'M LOOKING FOR MRS.

TROY.

IS SHE HERE?

Bathsheba: I'M MRS.

TROY.

I'M SORRY TO BE THE BEARER OF BAD NEWS, MA'AM BUT YOUR HUSBAND'S DROWNED IN LULWIND COVE.

NO... NO...

I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU OUT OF DOORS, LYDIA.

YOUR MISTRESS SEEMS QUITE WELL AFTER HER VISIT TO HER AUNT.

SHE DO, SIR.

AND CHEERFUL, I SUPPOSE.

YES, CHEERFUL.

"FEARFUL," DID YOU SAY?

NO, I MERELY SAID SHE WAS CHEERFUL.

SHE TELLS YOU ALL HER AFFAIRS?

SHE DO, SIR.

I'VE BEEN WITH HER ALL THROUGH HER TROUBLES.

THROUGH MR.

TROY'S GOING AND ALL.

AND IF SHE WERE TO MARRY AGAIN I EXPECT I SHOULD BIDE WITH HER STILL.

SHE PROMISES THAT YOU SHALL?

NO, SHE DON'T PROMISE IT.

I JUDGE IT ON MY OWN ACCORD.

YEAH, I SEE.

Boldwood: WHEN SHE ALLUDES TO THE POSSIBILITY OF MARRYING AGAIN YOU CONCLUDE... SHE NEVER DO ALLUDE TO IT, SIR.

YOU NEEDN'T TAKE QUITE SUCH LONG STROKES, LIDDY.

SHORT, QUICK ONES ARE BEST.

PERHAPS NOW SHE IS HER OWN MISTRESS AGAIN SHE DOESN'T WANT TO GIVE UP HER FREEDOM.

Liddy: SHE REMARKED ONCE SHE COULD MARRY AT THE END OF SEVEN YEARS IF SHE CARED TO RISK MR.

TROY COMING BACK AND CLAIMING HER.

SHE COULD MARRY AT ONCE IN ANY REASONABLE PERSON'S OPINION WHATEVER THE LAWYERS SAY.

WHY, HAVE YOU BEEN TO ASK THEM?

GOOD HEAVENS, NO.

GOOD AFTERNOON TO YOU.

( drums playing, crowd cheering ) ( cow mooing ) ( music continues playing ) ( sheep bleating ) GO OVER, COME ON.

( barks ) GOOD MORNING, SIR.

Man: GENTLEMEN, LET'S HEAR YOUR APPRECIATION FOR OUR GALLANT CHALLENGER!

THANK YOU.

GENTLEMEN, CHAP REMAINS THE CHAMPION.

HERE, I'LL HAVE A GO.

ALL RIGHT, HERE WE GO.

OH... NOW, GIVE IT TO ME, OLD MAN.

( bell clangs ) Man ( loudly ): THE ROYAL HIPPODROME OF LONDON PROUDLY PRESENTS DICK TURPIN'S RIDE TO YORK AND THE DEATH, NAY...

THE TRAGIC DEATH OF BLACK BESS!

AND HEAR THE LADIES SCREAM...!

MRS.

TROY.

MR. BOLDWOOD.

I HOPE YOUR SHEEP HAVE DONE WELL TODAY.

OH, YES, VERY WELL.

GABRIEL HAS JUST ONE DEALER LEFT TO SEE.

( bugle calls ) WHAT'S THAT?

THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO START.

THEY SAY IT'S VERY ENTERTAINING.

I WAS NEVER ALLOWED TO GO IN THOSE PLACES WHEN I WAS YOUNG.

YOU SHALL SEE IT.

I'LL GET SEATS FOR US AT ONCE.

NO, NO.

I WON'T STAY.

I...

I'VE GOT A DEALER TO SEE IN ANY CASE.

BUT I'LL SECURE A SEAT FOR YOU ALONE.

OH, COME ON, COME ON.

FOR THE FIRST TIME WE'VE GOT A REAL CROWD OUT THERE.

COME ON!

( audience chattering ) EXCUSE ME.

YOU ALL RIGHT, SIR, THERE?

YOU'RE FINE, NO BOTHER.

THAT'S OUR MISTRESS.

( drum roll ) ( audience cheering and applause ) ( horse whinnies ) ( whinnies ) ( cheering continues ) HALT!

FRIEND OR FOE?

HALT!

FRIEND OR FOE?

( audience laughing ) HALT!

FRIEND OR FOE?

( frustrated groan ) ( applause and cheering ) ( audience jeers and boos ) WHOA.

OPEN THE GATE, YOU FOOL.

DICK TURPIN'S GETTING AWAY.

GO ON, OPEN IT!

GOOD MAN!

( booing and jeering continue ) IN GOD'S NAME, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

THERE'S A DAMN CREDITOR OF MINE OUT THERE.

IF I SPEAK, HE'LL KNOW ME.

BUT YOU'VE GOT TO TALK.

I TELL YOU, I WON'T.

WE'VE GOT THE REST OF THE PLAY TO DO.

I'LL NOD AND WINK.

THEY'LL NEVER KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.

( laughter and jeering continue ) ( sighs ) JOSEPH POORGRASS, WILL YOU GET DOWN FROM THERE?

YOU'VE GOT TO DRIVE MRS.

TROY HOME.

( drunkenly ): SPANGLED WOMEN ARE COMING TO GET ME.

HUNDREDS OF THEM.

THOUSANDS OF THEM.

JOSEPH...

I'VE GOT A DEALER TO SEE.

WILL YOU GET DOWN FROM THERE AND GET THE GIG?

( laughs mischievously ) HURRAH FOR THE MULTIPLYING EYE!

( grunts ) I HOPE YOU'RE NOT THINKING OF TELLING WHAT YOU'VE SEEN, FRAY OR I'M LIKELY TO STRANGLE YOU.

EVERYONE THINKS YOU'RE DEAD.

WELL, AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M NOT.

HOW ARE THINGS ON THE FARM?

HOW'S MY WIFE?

SHE'S MADE GABRIEL OAK HER BAILLY.

HE'S HEAD MAN FOR MR. BOLDWOOD, TOO.

AND HE'S BRINGING IN ALL THESE NEWFANGLED MACHINES.

SAYS THEY CAN DO THE WORK OF 20 MEN.

SO SHE'S DOING WELL, THEN?

YOU THINKING OF COMING BACK?

MAYBE.

AND IF I DO THE FIRST THING I'LL DO IS SACK OAK AND MAKE YOU BAILIFF PROVIDED... SHE HEARS NOTHING OF MY PRESENT OCCUPATION.

I'LL BE YOUR MAN, SERGEANT.

Boldwood: MRS.

TROY, WILL YOU MARRY AGAIN ONE DAY?

I HAVEN'T GIVEN ANY THOUGHT TO THAT AT ALL.

NO, OF COURSE NOT.

MY HUSBAND'S DEATH WAS NEVER PROVED.

I MAY NOT REALLY BE A WIDOW.

I OFTEN THINK OF THAT TIME WHEN YOU FIRST CAME TO WEATHERBURY THAT I WAS SOMETHING TO YOU BEFORE HE WAS BUT THAT MEANS NOTHING-- YOU NEVER LIKED ME.

I DID.

AND RESPECTED YOU.

DO YOU STILL?

YES.

YOU KNOW YOU CAN MARRY IN SIX YEARS WITHOUT ANY FURTHER PROOF OF HIS DEATH AT ALL.

YES, I KNOW.

IF I WAIT TILL THEN, WILL YOU MARRY ME?

MR. BOLDWOOD, SIX YEARS.

WHO KNOWS WHERE WE ALL MAY BE?

DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ANYBODY ELSE?

NO, INDEED.

I REALLY DON'T LIKE TO TALK LIKE THIS.

OF COURSE NOT.

BUT JUST PROMISE THAT IF YOU MARRY AGAIN ONE DAY IT WILL BE ME.

NO...

I DON'T EXPECT LOVE.

I MEAN AN AGREEMENT BETWEEN TWO MATURE PEOPLE.

THAT'S ALL I WANT.

I WILL CONSIDER IT.

WHEN?

BY CHRISTMAS.

I'LL TELL YOU AT CHRISTMAS.

GET THE BLACK SILK OUT, LIDDY.

NOT THE BLACK, MISS, SURELY.

YOU OUGHT TO BRIGHTEN UP A LITTLE ON SUCH A NIGHT.

NO, I'LL WEAR BLACK.

PEOPLE WILL ONLY SUPPOSE THINGS IF I DON'T.

I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO AT ALL.

MR. BOLDWOOD WILL BE PUT OUT IF YOU DON'T.

HE'S SPARED NO EXPENSE.

HE'S GOT FIDDLERS.

THE WHOLE VILLAGE IS GOING.

I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS GOING TO SO MUCH TROUBLE.

LEAVE THE DRESS, LIDDY-- I WON'T GO.

Bathsheba: WHAT SHOULD I DO, GABRIEL?

HE'S EXPECTING ME TO GIVE THE PROMISE TONIGHT.

I THINK THE REAL SIN LIES IN MARRYING A MAN YOU DON'T LOVE.

LOVE IS A MISERABLE WORN-OUT THING WITH ME FOR HIM OR ANYBODY ELSE.

I FEAR IF I DON'T GIVE HIM MY WORD HE'LL GO OUT OF HIS MIND.

I BELIEVE THIS.

I BELIEVE I HOLD THAT MAN'S FUTURE IN MY HANDS.

WHAT SHOULD I DO, GABRIEL?

WHY DON'T YOU JUST GIVE HIM YOUR PROMISE THEN?

I THINK I WOULD.

( knock at door ) IS THAT YOU, GABRIEL?

DO YOU KNOW ANY LATE KNOT IN FASHION?

I DON'T, NO, SIR.

BLAST IT.

MY HANDS ARE SHAKING.

CAN YOU TIE THIS FOR ME?

( sighs ) YOU COMING TONIGHT?

I'LL BE ALONG WHEN I'VE FINISHED UP AT THE GRANARIES.

GOOD.

DOES A WOMAN KEEP HER PROMISE, GABRIEL?

THAT DEPENDS.

OR RATHER, AN IMPLIED PROMISE?

I WOULDN'T ANSWER FOR IMPLIED.

THAT'S A WORD FULL OF HOLES AS A SIEVE.

YOU'VE GROWN QUITE CYNICAL.

DOES A WOMAN KEEP HER PROMISE TO MARRY?

YOU KNOW WHOM I SPEAK OF.

I'VE PRESSED HER ON THE SUBJECT AND I THINK THAT, AT LAST SHE INCLINES TO BE KIND TO ME.

DON'T BUILD TOO MUCH ON A PROMISE.

SHE'S YOUNG YET.

GABRIEL, I CALLED YOU IN ON ANOTHER MATTER.

YOU'VE DONE GOOD WORK ON THE FARM AND I WANT TO MAKE YOU A PARTNER.

I SPOKE TO THE LAWYER THE OTHER DAY BUT WE COULD DISCUSS IT AT YOUR LEISURE.

WELL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, SIR.

SAY NOTHING YET.

MY INTENTION ULTIMATELY IS TO RETIRE AND LET YOU RUN THE BUSINESS IF YOU'RE AGREEABLE.

THEN WHEN I MARRY I'LL BE FREE TO DEVOTE... WE DON'T KNOW WHAT MAY HAPPEN.

THERE'S MANY A SLIP.

IF BATHSHEBA PROMISES TO MARRY ME, SHE WILL.

YOU DON'T KNOW HER, GABRIEL.

SHE NEVER PROMISED THAT FIRST TIME.

( wind whistling ) GOOD EVENING.

PLEASE GO ON IN.

GOOD EVENING TO YOU, SIR.

SIMEON, IS THAT MRS.

TROY'S CARRIAGE?

NO, SIR.

GOOD EVENING.

GOOD EVENING TO YOU.

MERRY CHRISTMAS.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU.

( carriage approaches ) GOOD EVENING, MRS.

TROY.

YOU DO GIVE IT?

WHAT?

THE PROMISE TO MARRY AT THE END OF SIX YEARS.

I ONLY WANT YOUR WORD.

DON'T PRESS ME TOO HARD.

I...

I'LL MARRY NO ONE ELSE.

BUT THERE IS NOTHING IN THAT PROMISE AT ALL!

I'M SORRY.

I'M SORRY, BUT SOMETIMES MY LOVE FOR YOU IS SO... BATHSHEBA, GIVE A LITTLE TO ME.

VERY WELL.

IF HE DOESN'T RETURN I WILL MARRY Y IN SIX YEARS.

AND YOU'LL TAKE THIS AS A TOKEN FROM ME.

NO, I CANNOT WEAR A RING.

I WOULDN'T HAVE A SOUL KNOW.

JUST FOR TONIGHT.

WEAR IT JUST FOR TONIGHT.

MR. BOLDWOOD, NO.

I WON'T WEAR A RING.

IT ISN'T AN ENGAGEMENT IN THE USUAL SENSE.

BATHSHEBA, I HAVE WAITED AND WAITED.

DON'T DENY ME NOW.

DON'T.

( music playing, guests chatting ) LYDIA!

MARK CLARK!

JOIN IN THE DANCING.

TONIGHT IS A NIGHT FOR CELEBRATION.

MRS.

TROY IS WANTED!

WHO WANTS ME?

'TIS A STRANGER, MA'AM.

Boldwood: BRING HIM IN.

LET HIM JOIN IN THE REVELRIES.

COME IN, COME IN.

A DRINK FOR THE STRANGER.

Woman: OH, MY WORD!

( music breaks off, guests stop talking ) BATHSHEBA...

I'VE COME FOR YOU.

COME WITH ME.

COME, MADAM, DO YOU HEAR WHAT I SAY?!

BATHSHEBA... GO WITH YOUR HUSBAND.

( gasps softly ) ( moans fearfully ) ( shrieks ) ( gunshot ) ( women scream ) ( rifle drops ) ( Bathsheba sobbing ) ( in a whisper ): GABRIEL.

MR. BOLDWOOD HAS SHOT MY HUSBAND.

( sobbing ) YOU ARE CHARGED WITH THE MURDER OF MR. FRANCIS TROY.

HOW DO YOU PLEAD TO THIS CRIME?

GUILTY.

I SHOT HIM.

HE DESERVED IT.

( observers murmuring excitedly ) ( door opens ) THE NEWS HAS COME.

HE'S TO HANG.

OH, GABRIEL.

WHAT AM I TO DO?

HOW CAN I LIVE?

( sobbing miserably ) Barrister: MR. BOLDWOOD, I CANNOT BE SILENT.

YOU WERE PROVOKED.

EVERYONE KNOWS IT.

YOU HAVE TO LET ME MAKE A PLEA OF MITIGATION.

SHE WAS HIS WIFE.

THEN THEY WILL HANG YOU.

SO THEY'LL HANG ME.

DO WHAT YOU LIKE.

Jan: I SHAN'T BE GOING TO THE TRIAL AND I'D ADVISE THE REST OF YOU TO DO THE SAME.

'TWILL DISTURB HIS MIND MORE THAN ANYTHING TO SEE US STARING AT HIM.

Mark: THAT'S RIGHT, JAN.

HE'S SURE TO HANG.

Maryann: 'TIS HER I FEEL FOR.

( rooster crows ) HAS SHE BEEN DOWNSTAIRS TODAY?

NOR YESTERDAY, OR THE DAY BEFORE.

SHE'LL GO OUT OF HER MIND IF HE'S NOT SPARED.

Simeon: I THOUGHT I OUGHT TO SHOW YOU THESE, MR. OAK.

HE'S ALWAYS KEPT IT LOCKED.

THERE MUST BE 50 OF THEM ALL LABELED FOR SIX YEARS' TIME.

"BATHSHEBA BOLDWOOD."

Gabriel: I DO BELIEVE, MY LORD, HIS MIND WAS UNBALANCED.

HE'D LET HIS CROPS GO BAD.

HE'D LEFT HIS RICKS UNCOVERED.

HIS WHOLE FARM WAS UNTENDED.

Barrister: THANK YOU, MR. OAK.

AND THERE IS THE FURTHER MATTER OF THE CLOTHING, MY LORD: BOUGHT IN SECRET, IN DISTANT TOWNS, ALL CAREFULLY CHOSEN AND LABELED A DATE SOME SIX YEARS HENCE AND BEARING THE NAME OF A WOMAN-- A WOMAN AT THAT TIME MARRIED TO ANOTHER MAN.

THIS WAS NOT, IN MY BELIEF A MAN IN FULL POSSESSION OF HIS SENSES.

I RECKON HE'S DONE FOR.

MISS EVERDENE!

IT'S CONFINEMENT AT HER MAJESTY'S PLEASURE.

HE'S NOT TO HANG.

( softly ): OH, GABRIEL!

THANK GOD.

THANK GOD.

( inmates talking and shouting in distance ) ( key clattering in lock ) ( door closes with a thud ) WE SHOULDN'T BE WELCOMING THIS, YOU KNOW.

NONE OF US.

'TWAS BOUND TO COME, SOONER OR LATER.

THEY WON'T BE NEEDING NONE OF US AT ALL AFORE LONG.

HE'S TO TAKE OVER BOLDWOOD'S FARM.

HOW COULD HE DO THAT?

HE'S NOT RELATED.

BOLDWOOD HAD MADE HIM A PARTNER.

THAT AIN'T RIGHT.

THAT AIN'T THE LAW.

WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF THE LAW?

MORE THAN YOU.

YOUR HEAD'S SO FUDDLED WITH AGE AND SENILITY YOU HAVE TO TALK OUT OF YOUR ARSE.

( laughing ) Temperance: I RECKON HE'S SLYLY BIDING HIS TIME WAITING FOR HIS CHANCE TO GET HER.

NO, SHE'LL NOT MARRY AGAIN.

NOT AFTER ALL SHE'S BEEN THROUGH.

'TIS SOMETHING TO SEE-- A MAN SO CONSTANT AND FAITHFUL.

HE DON'T GET NOTHING BACK FOR HIS DEVOTION.

SHOW MORE RESPECT FOR HER.

SHE'S THE ONE WHO PUTS BREAD ON YOUR TABLE, YOU KNOW.

THANK YOU.

Choir: ♪ LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT, AMID THE ENCIRCLING GLOOM ♪ ♪ LEAD THOU ME ON... ♪ ( choir continues, faintly ) GABRIEL.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?

A FEW MINUTES.

HAVE THEY FINISHED IT AS YOU'D WISHED?

YES.

HAS IT REALLY ONLY BEEN EIGHT MONTHS?

IT'S LIKE A LIFETIME TO ME.

ARE YOU GOING IN?

AYE, I SHOULD.

I'M IN THE CHOIR NOW, YOU KNOW.

NO, I DIDN'T.

HAVE BEEN FOR SOME TIME.

MRS.

TROY, I WANT...

I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU.

I MAY HAVE TO GIVE UP THE MANAGEMENT OF YOUR FARM.

I'M THINKING OF LEAVING ENGLAND.

I FEEL IT'S FOR THE BEST.

AMERICA IS WHERE I'VE SET MY MIND ON.

WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT YOU?

WELL, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE DECIDED.

BYE, GABRIEL.

GOOD LUCK.

WE'RE GOING TO GIVE IT A TRY IN LONDON.

Bathsheba: LEAVE THE LAND YOU'VE WORKED ON ALL YOUR LIVES?

THINGS ARE CHANGING, MISS.

FACT IS, WE'D LIKE TO BE A BIT FREER.

NO DISRESPECT, BUT WE WANT TO STAND UP AND MAKE OUR OWN WAY IN THE WORLD.

NOT SERVE ANYONE.

WELL, GOOD LUCK TO YOU BOTH.

SOBERNESS.

SORRY TO LOSE YOU, MARK.

EVERYBODY'S LEAVING, LIDDY.

MARK AND SOBERNESS... MR. OAK... THAT'S JUST LIKE MASTER OAK.

DON'T LIKE ANYONE THINKING BAD OF HIM.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

LIDDY?

WELL, MISS, PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TALKING.

( knocks gently ) CAN I GET YOU A CHAIR OR SOMETHING?

NO.

GABRIEL, WHY ARE YOU LEAVING?

I'M GOING TO AMERICA, LIKE I SAID.

DON'T LEAVE.

WELL, I CAN'T STAY HERE.

PEOPLE THINK I'M SNIFFING ABOUT WAITING FOR BOLDWOOD'S FARM AND IN THE HOPE...

IN THE HOPE OF MARRYING YOU.

THAT'S ABSURD.

IT'S FAR TOO SOON.

WELL, IT'S NOT WHAT I WANT.

YOU'RE THE LAST PERSON I'D THINK OF MARRYING.

IT'S ABSURD, AS YOU SAY.

"TOO SOON" WERE THE WORDS I USED.

I BEG YOUR PARDON, BUT "ABSURD" IS WHAT YOU SAID AND SO DO I. I CAN'T MANAGE WITHOUT YOU.

SO YOU WANT ME TO STAY ON AS YOUR BAILIFF.

NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN.

BATHSHEBA...

IF I ONLY KNEW ONE THING.

IF I ONLY KNEW WHETHER YOU WOULD ALLOW ME TO LOVE YOU... AND TO WIN YOU... TO MARRY YOU.

IF I ONLY KNEW THAT.

YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.

WHY?

( in a whisper ): BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASK.

WHY, GABRIEL IT SEEMS EXACTLY AS IF I'D COME COURTING YOU.

HOW DREADFUL.

QUITE RIGHT, TOO.

I'VE DANCED AT YOUR HEELS LONG ENOUGH.

MISS EVERDENE.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

I WILL.

Crowd: ♪ AND THERE HE SAW A FAIR, PRETTY MAID ♪ ♪ BESIDE THE WATERY BROOK ♪ ♪ AND SING BLOW AWAY THE MORNING DEW ♪ ♪ THE DEW AND THE DEW ♪ ♪ BLOW AWAY THE MORNING DEW ♪ ♪ HOW SWEET THE WINDS DO 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 THE MORNING DEW ♪ ♪ HOW SWEET THE WINDS DO BLOW.

♪ ( cheering ) ( laughter and murmuring ) OH, DOWNS...

THANK YOU.

COME IN AND HAVE SOMETHING TO EAT AND DRINK WITH MY WIFE AND ME, EH?

Jan: IF YOU'D SEND IT TO WARREN'S MALTHOUSE, 'TWOULD BE BETTER.

Maryann: FAITH, THE MAN HAVE LEARNT TO SAY "MY WIFE" IN A WONDERFUL, NATURAL WAY CONSIDERING HOW LONG THEY'VE BEEN WED. ( all laugh ) THANK YOU, THANK YOU ALL.

Farmhands: GOD BLESS YOU!

BLESS YOU, MISS, GABRIEL.

Farmhands: GOD BLESS MISTRESS, GABRIEL.

( murmuring )