The Living and the Dead

We can make it work, can't we? I love it here, we have to.

Yes. - Yes, what? - Yes, I think it's a brilliant idea.

From this moment on, I am going to be the farm manager.

'Don't expect everyone to welcome these changes.'

No good will come of this.

I want your baby, Nathan Appleby.

For you and Mr Appleby, to help you get with child.

Do you believe in ghosts?

In all your years of dealing with the dead and the dying and the bereaved,

have you ever seen anything that you could not explain?

Never.

'I used to hear a boy's laughter in the house. Then one day, no more laughter.'

Gabriel... They've seen him.

Are you seriously telling me you all saw a ghost?

'When I was looking for Charlie, I saw lights rushing towards me.'

'Charlie's missing.'

There are no ghosts. There's just you and me.

Do not cross the hayfield

The hayfield, the hayfield

Do not cross the hayfield

As sinks the blood-red sun

Ghosts glide from the hayrick

On the hayfield, the hayfield

Ghosts glide from the hayrick

In the eerie glow

Do not cross the hayfield...

Hello, scarecrow.

Oh, sorry. I disturbed you.

No, I couldn't sleep either. Too excited.

- The harvest. - Yes! Of course.

Work the land instead of the mind.

Good medicine.

What for?

Insomnia.

It wasn't your fault Charlie died.

Arrogant.

To think you can determine these people's fates with your magic psychology.

When, actually, it's you...

managing the harvest, who really affects our livelihoods and happiness.

Exactly.

You're cleverer than you look.

... Do not cross the hayfield

- The hayfield, the hayfield... - Come on.

... Do not cross the hayfield

As sinks the blood-red sun

Ghosts glide from the hayrick

On the hayfield, the hayfield

Ghosts glide from the hayrick

In the eerie glow

The reaper crossed the hayfield

The hayfield, the hayfield

Reaper crossed the hayfield

Sank the blood-red sun...

You must make the sacrifice.

Who's there?

Mother?

Do it.

No.

What's the matter, Peter? What are you doing in here?

Nothing.

Just go back to sleep.

This one night

This one night

Every night

And all

Fire and sleet and candlelight

And Christ receive thy soul.

One more day.

So be it.

So go and enjoy your extra leisure before the hard work begins.

Away you go.

It's tomorrow.

Toy soldiers you gave him.

You feel you just want to get away, but often,

after a loss, it can be very beneficial to stay

and...

Grieve?

Yes.

You're the clever doctor, aren't you?

Knows what's best for us.

Understands our minds.

- I'm sorry I couldn't save him. - So am I.

The cottage will still be here if you want to come back.

We won't.

There's something here.

Took my Charlie.

Took John.

Something bad.

Something wrong.

Take care.

Go on.

Walk on.

Bye-bye.

Ahhh.

Wash your woes away.

- Gideon... - Ma'am.

I want to check the twine supply for the sheaving.

What's the matter?

What's wrong? Hm? Hm?

Peter...

There's a woman in the old millpond.

- Under the water. - She's dead?

She must be.

Show me.

- I... I can't go in again. - No. Just direct me.

She's there, in the middle.

You didn't see her?

No.

- I must have imagined it. - Yes.

Yes, you must have.

- He can't help you. - Shut up!

I beg your pardon?

I-I-I beg yours, sir.

You often blurt things out like that?

Insults or profanities? No?

Do you suffer involuntary spasms or hear voices?

You... You helped the reverend's daughter when...

- Yes. - .. she was disturbed.

Yes, I did.

Well, I could arrange for you to see a doctor in Bristol.

There's... There's no need for a doctor. I'm... I'm sorry if I mis... misled you.

No, it's, um...

- Gwen... - Just a moment.

Have they just got the harvest in?

That's it.

It's a salt-and-silver print. How old is it?

1861.

- Where did you find it? - I thought you just put it up.

- Oh. - I did. Shall I take it down?

Oh, don't be silly. I love it.

- I should do one this year. - Yes, you must.

Where are your parents?

- There. - Ah!

- And you're a glint in their eye. - Can I...?

Yes. Sorry, Gwen. Thank you.

- Everyone's a bit... - Mm.

When the reaping's imminent, the tension in the air.

I almost wish it were over.

It will be.

- But now... - Oh!

.. I'm going to distract you.

Go get your camera.

One of my childhood haunts.

There'll be some good pictures inside.

It's beautiful.

What's that?

What's happened to the fish?

I don't know.

Did you see someone?

No.

So come on. Show me inside.

Hm.

Ohh!

- The millstone. - Mm.

As a boy, I saw it as an altar,

where a high priest might make a sacrifice.

- You were an interesting child. - Thank you.

Right, come on. Let me show you upstairs. You'll like it.

- You sound like a hotelier. - Stayed in a lot of hotels, have you?

- In my younger, wilder days. - I don't want to know.

What was that?

There's nothing here. It was probably a bat or something.

You're right. I like it.

So why is it derelict?

Well, the old miller died,

and they tried to keep it going,

but abandoned it after the bad harvest of '62.

And then the steam mill opening... - Hm!

- Progress. - Mm.

50 seconds. - I like being on this side of the camera.

I can move.

If it was me, I would have started the reaping already. - She knows what she's doing.

- Filling our coffers today. - Yeah, but not next week.

Not next month if this harvest ain't a good 'un.

Hark at the young. More full of woe than us old ones.

If I told you last harvest that you'd be listening to a young woman

learned her farming from a book...

See, you don't see no ill because she done dazzled you, Uncle.

I think Gideon's adapting remarkably well, Jack.

And his vision is clear.

We must evolve and embrace the new.

- You'll take a cup, Mr Denning? - Oh, thank you, Simon.

And the old.

The old and the new.

Ah!

Ah, Mrs Hare.

Mr Appleby.

May I speak with Peter?

Yes.

Well, he's not here this moment, but I expect him presently.

- Mm. - Please, come in.

Take some tea.

He's a good boy. Clever.

Schoolmaster said he could have gone to university...

on a scholarship.

Really? Why didn't he?

It's better to learn a trade.

And stay here.

- Safe and sound. - Just the two of you, isn't it?

- His father died when he was small? - Hence no more children.