FISHMONGER: Lovely fresh fish!
lovely bit
of fresh fish, sir.
Nice and fresh.
You'll love it.
Here you are, governor.
Lovely fish.
Lovely mackerel, caught
fresh this morning.
Lovely fish, all fresh.
Fresh mackerel
(SINGING) Wall flower, wall
flower, climbing up so high.
All the little children,
they are born to die,
except our Mary Campbell.
She can dance.
She can sing.
She can wear a wedding ring.
(SINGING) Wall flower, wall
flower, climbing up so high.
All the little children,
they are born to die,
except our Mary Campbell--
Yes?
Yes, can I help you?
Mrs. Allen?
Mrs. Richard Allen?
Yes, that's right.
I represent a firm
of solicitors, madam.
The firm of Blunden,
Blunden, Claverton and, uh--
- I suppose it's about the rent.
- Oh, no.
Indeed no, madam.
I am no debt collector, I am a
partner in the firm of Blunden,
Blunden, Claverton, and--
What on earth is that
young man's name?
Well, no matter now.
The important thing is that the
news I bring will, I am sure,
prove entirely welcome to you.
At least, I trust it will prove
entirely welcome to you, Mrs.--
Allen?
Well, you'd better come
in, then, out of the cold.
Oh, thank you.
Stand up, children.
We have a visitor.
Do continue, my dears.
Is it is I who must apologize
for disturbing your meal.
Do sit down.
Perhaps you'd like a cup of tea?
Oh, the chair I accept
with gratitude, madam,
but the tea, I'm
afraid, I must decline.
But I'll come straight to
the purpose of my visit.
Mrs. Allen, I trust
you'll not be offended,
but I'm in a
position to offer you
a job, or rather, a reasonable
salaried occupation.
Why should I be offended?
My firm is seeking a reliable
person to act as a caretaker
to a property which
is in our charge,
and so far, we have been--
well, we've had some
difficulty in finding anyone
willing to take the post.
Difficulty?
Why difficulty?
It's remoteness,
you understand?
It's a fine house,
pleasantly situated,
but it stands alone in some
way from the nearest village.
A little woman comes out to
do what cleaning is necessary.
There's a rent free caretaker's
cottage attached to the house,
and your duties
will be very light.
For the children's'
sake, what do you say?
It is awful, isn't it?
But it's the best
that I could find.
So little money, so many debts.
A widow's pension
is all that I have.
Well?
Shh.
Excuse me.
He's had a cold.
I think he must have earache.
I-- I'll get some warm oil.
Don't cry.
Shh.
- Shall I help, mother?
- No, it's all right.
Thank you, dear.
Just look after our guest.
Are you--
Are you sure you wouldn't
like a cup of tea?
No, thank you, Lucy.
But now that we are
alone, I wonder--
I wonder if I might ask
you both a question.
I hesitate because it's
rather an unusual question,
and I want you to
consider it seriously.
Of course, sir.
Fire away.
Yes, fire away.
Do you think you be
afraid if you saw a ghost?
I-- I think, quite
honestly, sir, I
should be a little bit scared.
I think it would depend on
what sort of ghost it was, sir.
I mean, if it's just wandering
around in a white sheet
moaning a bit, well, it would
be all right, wouldn't it?
But if it was one
of these skeletons
with no head and a nasty
grin, well, that's different,
isn't it?
You can't grin if you've
got no head, stupid.
Exactly.
Anyway, I have very
good reason to believe
there are no such visions.
No, these ghosts would
appear to you, well,
very much like ordinary people.
Children, perhaps.
Children of your own age, or
even an old man such as myself.
We wouldn't be afraid of
a ghost like that, would we,
Lucy?
I mean, well, you wouldn't know
they were ghosts, would you?
Unless, of course, you
could see through them.
I mean, right through them.
And even that wouldn't be
very scary if their heads
were in the right place.
Sometimes ghosts are people
who come back seeking help.
We would help if we could.
Wouldn't we, Jamie?
I believe you
understand, little lady.
Children do sometimes.
But as they grow older,
they lose their power
to believe in the unlikely.
When you come to
the house, you'll
hear all sorts of strange tales
from the people who live in it.
They'll tell you it's haunted.
But you mustn't be afraid,
because when the time comes,
you'll know what to do.
We shan't be afraid.
We'll do what we can.
Thank you, Lucy.
James, thank you.
Well, I must not stay.
I've been here too long.
- Shall I fetch mother?
- No.
No time, no time.
But ask her to call at
my chambers tomorrow.
The chambers.
Where is it?
What a sensible lad.
Will it be there?
I mean, do you know it?
Is this right?
Will it be there?
This address, it
looks a bit old.
It will be there.
CHILD: Happy Christmas!
What?
Oh, yes!
A happy Christmas!
Tomorrow, then.
Tell them I sent you.
Claverton will be
there, or young, uh--
oh, what is his blasted name?
A happy-- a very
happy Christmas!
(TOGETHER) Happy Christmas!
Who was he, anyway?
He didn't say, did he?
Yes, ma'am?
Can I be of service?
I've come about the job.
A caretaker, I was told.
You've come about a job?
I understand you're looking
for a caretaker for a rather
remote country house.
The job has not yet
been advertised madam.
How did you come
to hear about it?
An old gentleman
came to see me.
Jamie, do you have the card?
I Expect it was Mr.
Blunden, that being
the first name on the card.
He informed me of the vacancy
and advised me to call on you.
I see.
You must forgive me, madam.
Mr. Blunden has not been
at the office recently,
and I did not realize he had
taken a hand in the matter.
If you will please
let me have your name,
I will, um, inform Mr.
Claverton that you are here.
Yes.
Oh!
Allen, Mrs. Allen.
And, uh, my children.
This is Lucy.
Lucy.
James.
Oh, and this is Benjamin.
Thank you, Mrs. Allen.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, Mr. Claverton--
Well, that's odd.
That's very odd.
Very odd, indeed.
Please, Mrs. Allen.
Mr. Claverton will see you now.
Thank you.
Good morning.
You may sit down if you wish.
Jamie, look.
It's Mr. Blunden.
So it is.
You are looking at Mr.
Blunden's portrait?
Yes, he's the one
who came to see us.
I'm afraid I've got
you out there, sonny Jim.
The portrait is, in fact, of Mr.
Blunden's great grandfather who
died about 100 years ago,
and I doubt if our Mr.
Blunden came to see you.
He's bedridden.
Should be in a home, he should.
Oh, dear lady, I
must say how delighted
I am to have a responsible
person like yourself in charge.
I shall write and
confirm our arrangements.
Arnold?
And I feel quite
certain that you'll
have no trouble from that, uh,
little matter we talked about.
A mere country
superstition, nothing more.
Are you Smith?
I beg your pardon.
Are you Smith?
You know, on the card.
Blunden, Claverton, and Smith.
No, sonny Jim, I
am Mr. Clutterbuck.
- You should be glad.
- Why?
No one could forget
a name like that.
It is a silly name.
I'm sorry, sir.
Cheerio then, Herbert.
Cheerio, d*ck.
Any more want to get on, then?
Just us now, Herbert.
The big house, please.
Langley Park.
Langley Park?
Langley Park.
Your key, madam.
LUCY: Please let
us be happy here.
Bless mommy and Jamie,
Benji and darling daddy.
Amen.
And don't let there
be any ghosts.
JAMIE: Oh, shut up, Luce.
Poor .
How sad.
BOY'S VOICE: Sara?
BOY'S VOICE: Sara?
Sara?
Sara?
Sara?
GIRL'S VOICE: I know
where you are, Georgie.
I'll find you.
Wait for me, Georgie!
Wait!
Oh, Georgie, please wait.
BOY'S VOICE: It's Bella.
Hide!
Hide, Sara!
Sara, hide!
But I did hear voices.
Honestly, I did.
My dear girl, all big
houses have voices if they're
alone for a long while.
Everyone knows that.
You're just
trying to be clever.
Good night, James.
James!
James!
Come here!
Look!
Just-- James!
what's the matter?
Well, I think I've seen--
what is-- oh, James, you know!
Ghosts?
James, two!
Two!
Blooming .
LUCY: Jamie--
Lucy--
Lucy--
At last.
We have someone with
a little good sense.
I-- I beg your pardon.
You didn't run away screaming.
You didn't run away.
Well, I did.
At first I did.
I'm sorry, but in the mist
I thought you were ghosts.
They do say the house
is haunted, you know.
Yes we did know.
I suppose if we say that we
are ghosts, you will run away.
Mr. Blunden said
children of our own age.
You are ghosts.
SARA: Georgie, I do
believe we have found help.
JAMIE: Tell us.
Tell us how we can help.
I mean, who are you?
LUCY: Yes, tell us from
the very beginning.
JAMIE: Start with
"once upon a time."
All the best stories
start with that.
James!
SARA: All right.
Once upon a time, we
lived very happily here.
But in the spring
of the year 1818,
our mother and father
were tragically
k*lled when their
carriage overturned coming
back from London one night.
I am the resurrection
and the life.
He that believeth in me, though
he be dead, yet shall he live--
SARA (VOICEOVER): Uncle Bertie,
who was our father's half
brother, became our
guardian, and Mr.
Blunden, the family solicitor,
became our other guardian.
Do stop sniveling in
front of the servants.
It'll do no good.
SARA (VOICEOVER):
After the funeral,
Uncle Burt lived in London.
He took an unusual
interest in the ballet
and fell in love
with a ballerina.
(SINGING) I'm a naughty girl.
And I'm a naughty boy.
It takes a naughty girl
to make a naughty boy.
put them all
together and
a naughty .
SARA (VOICEOVER):
Her name is Arabella,
and she's very pretty.
Uncle Bertie thinks so, too, but
in her mind she's only a child.
SARA (VOICEOVER): He often
returned home to Langley Park
to supplement his income
from a private source.
SARA (VOICEOVER):
And so Arabella
and Uncle Bertie were engaged.
That evening, they went
to ask Bella's parents
for their consent to marry.
SARA (VOICEOVER): Mr. and Mrs.
Wickens were the proprietors
of a select hotel.
Mama!
This is Bertie what
I told you about.
We're engaged!
Look!
Oh!
Wickens!
Come and meet this here tough!
It's our little
Bella's intended!
Wickens!
SARA (VOICEOVER): Uncle
Bertie and Bella were married.
Now where's she going
for her honeymoon?
Like she says, Paris, Rome?
I mean, even if it's only the
Isle of Wight, for God's sake,
put her out of her misery!
It may well be the Isle of
Wight, dear mother-in-law.
The Isle of Wight!
God's truth!
Steady, dearest.
The truth is that financially
I am hopelessly embarrassed.
Hopelessly.
I haven't said so as I had no
wish to spoil our wedding day.
Well, you're having a
darn good try, Albert.
You mean you're-- you're
short of the ready?
Is that it?
Well, blow me!
What an empty bottle
of gin you are!
Who's got it all, then?
Who's got it?
Master Georgie
is the only member
of the family with money.
30,000 pounds, to be exact, left
to him by his father, William.
Would have been mine, of course,
but being only a half brother,
Georgie gets it.
30,000 nicker?
Left to him in trust,
mother-in-law, until he's 21.
Can't be touched.
It's Georgie's and his alone.
Unless he dies, of course,
but heaven forbid the thought.
But he's only 10.
He's got years to go.
My Bells will have gone
to seed in 11 years.
I'm not going to have her living
in this dirty, great mansion in
poverty, slowly going to seed.
Dear mother-in-law,
I will find a way.
I assure you.
My Bella will not
suffer, I promise.
Oh, she will not.
You are quite correct
there, Albert.
My little rose, my nightingale.
That Georgie's got
a lot to answer for,
being only 10 and all
that money going to waste.
He's got a lot to answer for.
I shall commence my
economies by sacking as many
of the surplus staff
in this house as I can.
We shall have our
honeymoon, my dearest Bella.
Oh, make it soon,
Bertie dearest.
Make it soon.
Did it, there.
Now you.
SARA (VOICEOVER) : Most
of the stuff were sacked,
and Mrs. Wickens took
over the housekeeping.
And good riddance
to the lot of you!
Sara!
Georgie!
Are you trying to get me in the
hot with your uncle, are you?
Get in here before you
catch your death of cold!
Well, don't dawdle.
Run!
Catch their death of cold.
Meakin!
You served the master
and mistress, have you?
(FRIGHTENED) Yes.
"Yes, Mrs. Wickens!"
Yes, Mrs. Wickens.
Now you take those
scraps to the children
and make sure they're in bed.
Yes, Mrs. Wickens.
Shall I leave the windows
open like you said?
Only it is very
cold tonight.
Leave 'em open.
It's good for them!
Too much comfort's
bad for children.
Too many blankets
is bad for them.
Now, you make sure they
haven't put no extra blankets.
It's bad for them!
Yes.
"Yes, Mrs. Wickens!"
Yes, Mrs. Wickens!
You skinny sl*t!
Now, my love.
How's that consomme
coming along?
There, Miss Sarah.
That will keep you warm.
It's a pair of
warming newspapers.
- Quick, Tom!
It's Meakin!
Right, then.
Good night, miss.
Good night, Master Georgie.
Good night, Tom.
That's a wonder,
you being in bed.
Here's your supper.
Good night.
And leave that window open.
Mrs. Wickens' orders.
Good night, then.
SARA: Good night, Tom.
SARA (VOICEOVER) : For a long
time, we endured hard beds,
scraps, and bread and water.
We did not truly think
ourselves in danger.
Then one night.
MRS. WICKENS: Time's
a wasting away!
It's taking too
long, Mr. Wickens.
They're getting
fatter, not thinner.
Fatter, Wickens!
Do you hear me, you ugly lump?
Because I'm talking to you.
Wickens!
Do you hear me?
Uh.
Good!
Because I'm talking to you.
They didn't get no colds.
Why?
Why!
There was a bloomin'
hurricane blowing
through here the other night.
They should be wasting away
with a cold in their bones.
Aren't you interested
in cash, you great lump?
Cash!
30,000 pounds if he snuffs it.
It'll be all our
darlin' little Bella's
if that Georgie snuffs it.
Her as well, that stuck up Sara.
Here as well.
They mean us, Georgie.
What's "snuff it," Sara?
Do they mean to k*ll us, Sara?
MRS. WICKENS: An accident
must befall them.
Can't wait forever.
An accident.
A quick accident , my love,
and you are gonna help me.
Are you listening?
Uh.
Uncle Bertie.
We must tell him at once!
Come on!
BERTIE:
Lovely, my little
precious buttercup.
Uncle Bertie!
Oh, please, Uncle Bertie!
BERTIE: Get out of here.
What do you think you're doing?
- Uncle Bertie!
Get out of here, both of you!
You should be in bed.
Wandering about at
this time of night!
Are we to have no privacy?
But we're to be m*rder*d!
You certainly are.
By me, unless you go at once.
Shall I take a strap to you?
But we are!
Oh, please listen.
Mrs. Wickens says
that we are too
fat, that we should be
cold, and that an accident
should snuff us.
Bed, Sara.
It's true, it's true!
It is!
Bed, both of you.
I'm not in the mood
for drama tonight.
Your Auntie Bella has
been entertaining me
with classical
moments from history,
and you bring me low drama.
Be off with you at once.
Bella, send them out, my love.
Yes, Bertie, my love.
How dare you talk like
that about my ma and pa!
Bed!
Please, Uncle.
For the last time, Sara.
Murders, indeed.
Imaginations,
overactive imaginations.
Say your prayers, and
ask God to forgive you.
Sara?
Yes?
Perhaps we did imagine.
We didn't, Georgie.
I'm very much afraid we didn't.
Langley Park.
Buckinghamshire.
Yes, I've put that.
April
the 16th, 1818.
"Dear Mr. Blunden, you
are our only chance.
The Wickens are bent
on destroying us.
Please, please help.
Uncle Bertie won't listen.
He says it's all
imagination, but it's not.
We shall run away
if you don't help.
The danger is very
great for us."
Yours--
--Sara.
And me.
Come along, come
along, come along.
"Stupid and
childish complaints."
"About your harsh treatment."
"And threaten to run away."
"They must not run
away, Mrs. Wickens.
Lock them up."
Sara.
library?
What does it mean, Georgie?
What on earth is it?
GEORGIE: Come on.
Come on where?
The library, of course, silly.
Meakin
didn't lock the door.
Come on.
Where, Georgie?
I mean, what are we looking for?
Don't ask me.
Just look, as it said.
GEORGIE: Why has the
library changed, Sara?
Has it been magic, Sara?
SARA: Shh, Georgie.
Shh.
A charm to move
the wheel of time.
A charm.
It's pleased, Georgie.
The library is pleased.
Bring and brew the
following herbs together.
Balm, hyssop, bloodwort--
Yech.
SARA (VOICEOVER)
: Musk, toadflax.
GEORGIE (VOICEOVER): Toadflax?
SARA: Yes.
pennywhistle,
,, and drink
the liquid.
It will separate
your minds completely
from the time you are in.
Do you understand that, Georgie?
A bit.
Perhaps this is
our chance, Georgie.
Look.
To make the mind still,
to escape from time.
There, Georgie!
To escape.
Someone is trying to
tell us how to escape.
Not to another place,
but to another time.
Oh, Georgie!
It might be poisonous, Georgie.
I thought of that.
I'll put it in Mrs. Wickens'
drink to see if she'll die
or not.
Suppose she does die.
Good if she does.
That'll be m*rder.
I'm not giving it her
because I think it is poison.
I'm only making sure it isn't.
Why are you pulling
a funny face?
It's either Mrs.
Wickens or her cat,
and that cat never
did anyone any harm.
Breakfast, you brats!
Oh!
Sara?
Yes?
It wasn't poison.
Go with you?
You mean back to your time?
Well, how can we?
I'll help you find the herbs.
You can brew the
potion as we did.
After that, it depends
upon whether your will
is great enough to help.
Well, it is.
You don't we'd just
stand around and let
that awful old woman do you in?
Snuff us.
- Snuff you.
- Sara?
We'll help you, Sara.
Sara?
I don't feel well.
Sara?
Don't be afraid, darling.
When you get back,
I shall be there.
Sara.
Sara.
Sara.
It's because he's so young.
He often returns before me.
It's all right.
We always arrive back together.
We must hurry.
Georgie is a warning to us
that I may soon follow him.
Now please don't forget, put
five leaves of each into a bowl
and pour on hot water.
Keep it warm for now, and strain
it off through a muslin cloth.
Bring the potion, and meet
me here at sunset tomorrow.
Promise you'll not
fail us, Jamie!
Promise!
Promise!
Please promise!
I promise!
I promise, Sara!
Lucy, I just had
a brilliant idea.
What?
All we have to do is
hunt in the churchyard.
Why?
Well, Lucy, sometimes
you really are dim.
If none of the gravestones has
Sara and Georgie's names on,
then we shall know
they didn't die.
Don't you see?
We shall know in advance
that we've saved them.
Oh, I see.
We can go off into
the past knowing
everything will be all right.
Yes, I told you it
was a brilliant idea.
MAN: Shh!
Quiet, you children.
LUCY: I don't like it, Jamie.
Not one bit.
It's just not nice.
I'm not going to look.
JAMIE: Don't, then.
William-- no.
Sara Catherine Latimer.
Lucy!
Lucy, come here!
Sara Catherine Latimer.
George Richard Latimer.
Died April the 21st, 1818.
That's tomorrow, Lucy.
Tomorrow, only 100 years ago.
Make sure that top's
on tight, Lucy.
We don't want to go through
making it all again.
We haven't got time, anyway.
We're late as it is.
Come on.
JAMIE: Sara!
LUCY: Sara!
SARA : I thought you'd
changed your minds.
Where's Georgie?
He had a slight disagreement
with Mrs. Wickens.
She's locked him in the cellar.
Tom is guarding him
for me while I'm away.
We can't be long as I only
drank a little of the potion.
Sara before anything else,
we must tell you that--
James!
Tell me, James.
Whatever it is, tell me.
Well, it was in the graveyard.
I know about the grave.
I've never told Georgie.
But I know.
But the date, Sara.
It was 100 years ago tomorrow.
BLUNDEN: That's true.
Blunden, remember?
Camden Town?
- Hello!
Oh, yes!
We haven't much
time, my dears.
Excuse me, sir, but
you were dead, too.
Part of me, Jame, my boy.
A part only.
I am the dead part of Blunden.
The other part of
me was that Blunden
who wouldn't listen to the
pleas of Sara and Georgie,
the Blunden who failed them.
I have suffered for 100 years,
tormented by my own conscience.
Seems more like 1,000 years.
But now I've been
given the chance
to put right the wrong, the
terrible wrong, I have done
and to bring my
punishment to an end.
But first I have to find
someone to trust me,
to trust me once again, to
trust me even with his life.
Lastly, I must go back to
undo the harm I've caused.
Mr. Blunden, sir, I'm the one
who has to trust you, aren't I?
I mean, that's why you brought
us here to Langley Park,
why you came to Camden Town.
Yes.
It's not an easy thing,
I know, James, but all
will be revealed, my dears.
Tell me what to do.
That is not yet clear, my boy.
But whatever it may be,
nothing shall harm you.
I promise that I shall
guard you from all dangers
however they may come.
I know I'm not worthy,
but it's our only hope.
Sara's, George's, and mine.
Thank you.
Lucy, you must trust him, too.
I'll try.
I really will.
Thank you.
It's time to go.
Go on.
Jamie--
Go on.
A bit more.
LUCY (VOICEOVER): James.
Jamie.
Jamie.
Jamie.
JAMIE (VOICEOVER):
Lucy, it's working.
It's working.
SARA (VOICEOVER):
It's time to go.
BLUNDEN (VOICEOVER)
: Whatever it may be,
nothing shall harm you.
JAMIE (VOICEOVER):
There's Georgie.
The sexton said it was a fire.
SARA (VOICEOVER): Promise
you'll not fail us, Jamie!
Promise!
GEORGIE (VOICEOVER): Go
with you back to your time.
TOM: I see by the
way you're dressed--
I see by the way
you're dressed--
I see by the way
you're dressed that you
don't come from hereabouts.
I suppose you wouldn't have come
from the new world, would you?
- New world?
- Aye, America.
It's the new world.
Yes, I suppose
you could say we
have come from the new world.
They say it's a
wonderful place.
Uh, yes, it is.
Course, it is a
terrible long journey,
but it is one I plan to make
meself one of these days
when I'm older like.
Oh, Miss Sara's been teaching
me to read and write.
I mean to go there
and try my fortune.
They say there's a fine future
in America for a young man
that can read and
write, and ain't
afraid of a bit of hard work.
Yes, Tom, yes.
Now, how is my brother?
Oh, yes.
He's safe, but he's
growing hungry.
He told me.
MRS. WICKENS: Sara!
Sara!
Sara?
Sara!
Sara?
Where are you, you hussy?
Kissing and cuddling with
that garden boy, no doubt.
I know your game.
Oh, let me stay here
and fight here, please!
I'm not afraid of her!
You know I'd die
for you, Miss Sara.
Yes, Tom, I know.
Now go quickly for my sake.
Please!
All right.
We don't go with him?
We don't want her
to know we're here.
No, stay in the shadows.
Sara!
Sara!
So there you are.
And all alone, I see.
Who was here with
you a moment ago?
One of them vulgar
servants, I'll be bound.
Not only have you
got no sense, miss.
You got no taste, neither.
I'm very sorry, Mrs. Wickens.
I only came out to speak a word
to poor Georgie in the cellar.
You came out to speak
to him the cellar?
Where is the cellar, miss?
Where is it?
It's under the
kitchen, Mrs. Wickens.
"Oh, it's under the
kitchen, Mrs. Wickens."
Then what you doing
in the stable?
The cellar ain't under
the stable, now, is it?
No, Mrs. Wickens.
"No, Mrs. Wickens."
I was going to talk to
him through the grating.
Oh, was you?
Well, it'll be boarded
up in the morning.
Oh, please let him
out, Mrs. Wickens!
He's only a little boy.
It's so dark in there for him.
Don't talk to me
about that brat!
After what he said to
me, he'll be lucky to be
out 'afore Christmas!
Next year!
- Oh, please!
- Shove off!
Me arm's gone mad!
Get-- get back!
Back!
What's that?
It was me, and I'll do
it again if you touch Sara!
You got persons aiding
and abetting you, have you?
I tell you, it was me!
James!
I got to walk off
that red ..
Last month it was Chinamen
coming out the ,,
and now it's invisible beings
trying to grab my body.
Are we ghosts?
Did it work?
- Yes!
- But Tom could see us.
Why can't she?
Too old, too insensitive.
Who is?
Who's too bloomin' old?
miss!
Come on !
But Georgie!
He stays where he is.
James.
What?
She didn't see us.
Mrs. Wickens didn't see us.
We're ghosts.
We really are.
Bloomin' .
SARA: Please let
go, Mrs. Wickens!
You're hurting me!
MRS. WICKENS: I will hurt you!
I'll hurt you if I have my way!
Children
Meakin?
Meakin!
- Yes?
Yes, Mrs. Wickens!
Yes, Mrs. Wickens.
Take Miss Sara up to her
bedroom and lock her in.
MEAKIN: Yes.
Yes, Mrs. Wickens!
Yes, Mrs. Wickens!
BELLA: Mama!
Mama!
Mama!
See my new, pink silk.
Oh, Bella!
You look a picture.
Do us a turn around,
my thrush, my linnet,
and let your old ma see you.
Oh, Bella, you look a picture.
Just you wait till
that Bertie casts
his eyes on you .
Ain't it pretty, Sarah Sue?
(SINGING) Ain't it
pretty, Sarah Sue?
Would it look the same on you?
Ain't it pretty?
Very pretty, Bella.
Yes, it is.
Thank you.
JAMIE: I think she looks
like a stuffed pink pig.
Bella!
She can't see us, can she?
She's only got
the mind of a child.
I think perhaps she can.
BELLA:
Oh, momma!
Ghosts!
I swear, momma dear, I
can see right through 'em!
Right through 'em!
MRS. WICKENS: Hush now, Bella.
There ain't nobody there.
Here.
Let me smell your breath.
You haven't been in
my gin, have you?
They're there.
There.
(SCARY VOICE) Fear me, Bella.
I shall haunt you
until you release
little Georgie from the cellar.
Let Georgie out
of the cellar, ma.
And then perhaps
they'll leave me alone.
Leave you alone, love?
There's nobody there.
There is, ma!
(SCARY VOICE) Let Georgie go.
Don't overdo it.
What on earth is going on?
What is occurring?
I heard screaming!
Bella!
Bella?
Oh, Bertie!
Bella.
I was that scared.
Tell ma to let him
out of the cellar
or they'll be after me again.
Let who out?
Who is after you?
What on earth is going on here?
Mrs. Wickens!
Master Georgie
was very rude, sir.
Bertie, dear.
Very rude.
I-- I put him in the cellar
to cool his blood off, sir.
Bertie, dear.
Release him at once.
I will not have
Bella distressed.
Meakin, fetch some
smelling salts.
Yes, sir.
Why are you waiting?
Son-in-law, my dear, how
can I leave my baby like this?
My wife, mother-in-law, is
perfectly all right with me.
I demand that you do as I say.
Oh!
If you shout, I'll
have a heart attack.
I will!
I'll have heart failure!
Oh!
Oh!
I think I'm having it!
I'm off!
Oh!
You are off, Mrs. Wickens.
Get up.
Your performance this
evening is not convincing.
Get up, I say, and
release Georgie instantly.
Go with her, Sara.
Now, my little sausage.
Who is after you?
We are.
Oh, my God.
What is all the
noise downstairs?
They're having dinner.
Why don't we eavesdrop?
We might find out
what they're up to.
Georgie, if you're
going to come with us,
you'll have to be quiet.
Promise?
Promise.
Good.
And the vicar
JAMIE: They're finishing.
There's Mr. Blunden.
It's all falling into shape.
Time is running out.
I can't bear to think of it.
nightingale ..
No.
It'll only be for a
day or two, my pet,
and Mr. Blunden
thinks it advisable
that I go with him to London.
I'm sorry, Mistress Arabella.
Mr. Blunden doesn't know
how sorry he's going to be.
Now, Georgie, what
should we do ??
--and it'll save a
great deal of time.
And I must get some
money, my sausage,
or there'll be no more
silk dresses for you.
Mr. Blunden!
Oh, sir!
You must listen to us!
What do you
think you're doing?
SARA: Uncle Bertie
won't heed us!
GEORGIE: He doesn't
care if we snuff it.
Listen to her.
How dare you!
You are two
mischievous children.
Your uncle is a very kind
and considerate guardian,
and you should be more careful.
SARA: But Mrs. Wickens, she
means to harm us, Mr. Blunden.
She does!
I know she does!
Don't leave us here
along with her.
(WHISPERING)
Please listen to her.
Bertie dear,
surely they cannot
mean to accuse dear mama?
No, of course not, my dearest.
Your mother is a
splendid woman, kind
and considerate at all times.
Quite unique.
Your mother is a
drunken old witch, Bella!
I can't bear it, Jamie.
I just can't bear it.
I'll go.
If Mr. Blunden sees
me, he might remember
what's going to happen.
LUCY: It hasn't happened,
so how can he remember it?
He must remember something.
He brought us here.
There are two of you.
Two Mr. Blundens.
Yes, James, my boy.
There are two of us, though
we're both the same man.
But he wouldn't know.
It Was I who brought you here.
What if I told him?
He wouldn't see or hear you.
He's a shallow, insensitive man.
It's very difficult,
Mr. Blunden.
We came to help you, but
there's so little we can do.
It's not yet the time.
Everything must go on as before.
For a while, anyway,
just as before.
Now you must just
wait and be patient.
Wait and be patient.
Wait and be patient.
BERTIE: I will return
as soon as I've raised
enough money to keep us happy.
my dearest sausage.
Shall we go, Blunden?
Au revior, my daughter
of a unique mother.
Now, Luce!
Sara!
Sara!
Sara!
Georgie!
We must find them.
I'm sure the time is now.
Blunden leaving and
Sara outside the house.
It'll be soon, Lucy.
I know it.
Perhaps Mrs. Wickens
changed her mind,
didn't put them in the cellar.
Perhaps they're in the nursery.
Quick, we'd better
get out of sight.
She can't see us.
Bella can.
(SINGING) I'm a naughty girl,
and you're a naughty boy--
BELLA: Now I'm doing this
secretly out of the kindness
of me heart.
Hurry up and drink it
or ma will catch you.
SARA: That's very
kind of you, Bella.
LUCY: Get the key.
No. if we take it now, she'll
tell her mother it's missing.
We'll have to get to
without anyone noticing.
Follow her when she comes out
and see that she does with it.
Good night.
(SINGING) I'm a naughty
girl, and you're a naughty boy.
It takes a naughty girl
to make a naughty boy--
--put them all together and
they make a naughty day.
Did they drink it all?
Yes, ma.
You didn't say as
I sent it, did you?
ma!
Yes, I told them like you said.
Which was?
I was doing it out
of the kindness of me
heart, and that I wanted them
to get a good night's sleep.
Oh, they'll sleep, all right.
There's my good little girl.
Don't want them to think as
I'm getting soft, now, do I?
Now I want you to take
this tray to the kitchen
and wash their mugs
where very hard.
Very hard.
Don't want no sediment.
Wash 'em in boiling water.
Yes, mum.
Do something, quick!
Outside.
I'll get into a room.
We've got to get that key!
Come on!
MRS. WICKENS: Oh, God!
What a .
JAMIE: No!
Mr. Wickens!
Bundles of wood,
bundles of wood.
Lucy, the fire!
He started it!
LUCY: Oh, no!
Come on!
Listen, we'll
have to separate.
I'll get and axe and break
down the nursery door,
but you must stay
here and warn Tom.
His life depends on it, Luce!
All right.
LUCY: Sara!
Georgie!
- Miss Sara!
- Sara!
Is she all right, missus?
Is she safe then?
They're still in the nursery.
James is trying to
break down the door.
Tom, you mustn't!
You'll fall!
Tom, it isn't safe.
Really, it isn't.
You're going to be k*lled.
I know you will.
I will be
k*lled, but
a person I will gladly die for.
You'll
make things worse!
MR. WICKENS: Ohh!
LUCY:
GEORGIE: Sara!
Sara, are you all right?
Sara?
Sara?
Please, don't be dead.
Sara, wake up!
Doctor, open the
window, for pity's sake!
Sara!
Sara!
Open the window!
LUCY:
No!
Don't!
I'm with them, Lucy!
I'm here!
Where's Sara?
Is she all right?
They're alive but I
can't wake them up, Tom.
They've been drugged.
Come on, Sara.
MR. WICKENS: Uhhh!
Uhhh!
I'm going to k*ll you!
I will!
Uhh!
I mean it!
Uhhh!
BELLA: (SINGING)
I'm a naughty girl--
Missus, this is
no time for singing.
MRS. WICKENS: Wickens!
You've gone too far!
Oh, Miss Arabella, please!
(SINGING)
Wickens!
Oh, James!
I thought you'd never come!
I've got to go back!
Look after Sara!
Come on.
Sara?
Is he all right?
- He's alive.
- Where's Georgie?
Is he still up there?
Tom?
Lucy--
I would, by god.
I would, Georgie!
I would.
James.
We will go together.
The file will not touch you.
Now is the time.
Look straight ahead
and don't be afraid.
I can't feel a thing.
Nothing.
Look straight ahead.
Tom, where's Georgie?
Sara?
Sara?
MR. BLUNDEN
(VOICEOVER): At last.
At last.
Thank you, my dears.
Jamie!
Georgie!
Mr. Blunden, you
promised to guard them!
You promised!
Jamie!
Lucy!
Georgie!
Georgie!
Oh, Georgie!
Georgie, oh!
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie?
You're too late, Mr. Blunden!
You're always too late!
I won't go back without Jamie!
I will not go without Jamie!
I won't go without him!
I won't go without
him, do you hear?
I won't go without Jamie!
Jamie!
I won't go without Jamie!
I won't go!
Jamie!
I won't go without Jamie!
--back without Jamie.
Jamie--
Jamie?
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie?
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie?
Jamie?
Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie?
Jamie!
LUCY (VOICEOVER): Supposing
Sara's and Georgie's graves
have gone.
I can't be as silly as that.
I can't really go
wandering around expecting
to find a yawning hole
surrounded by a crowd
of astonished villagers.
(TOGETHER) Ohhh!
LUCY (VOICEOVER):
And yet if it is all
the same, what does it mean?
Did we dream it?
Where is James, then?
"The good shepherd giveth
his life for his sheep."
"Frederick Percival Blunden
gave his life to save
the children in his care."
April the 21st, 1818.
Yesterday.
A hundred years ago.
We did it.
Jamie did it.
Lucy!
He's awake!
Jamie's awake!
And then he suddenly woke
up, and of all things,
he wanted something to eat.
But I think he was a bit
confused because he said,
sorry, I got held up, as if he'd
been on a journey or something.
Can I go up and see him?
Yes, of course
you can, darling.
Mommy, I do love you.
Are you all right?
Well, of course.
Are you?
Where have you been, then?
Been?
Yes, been, James.
Where have you been?
You know very well.
Where have we been?
You remember, then?
Well, do you?
Lucy, did we?
Did we?
Yes, Jamie.
I went to the churchyard,
and the children's graves
have gone.
We did it, Jamie!
You did it!
You helped.
A bit.
JAMIE: Clutterbuck.
Trouble.
Camden Town, here we come.
It's all right, darlings.
I've had a letter,
and it's private.
Cheerio, swans.
Where have you been hiding?
Has he finished yet?
In the attic.
No, I don't think so.
You know that blue vase?
Yes.
Remember I nearly smashed
it when you were trying to get
the keys from Mrs. Wickns?
Only I couldn't do it.
Strange to think of it
being here all this time.
Probably here before
Sara and Georgie.
It'll probably be here
long after we've left.
Probably.
Doesn't really seem fair.
MRS. ALLEN: James!
Lucy!
Come on.
What does he want?
I don't know.
He looks pretty
nervous, as usual.
Mr. Clutterbuck, you
know James and Lucy.
Hello, again.
Well?
When do we go?
Go?
Yes, go.
Back to Camden Town.
When?
We don't have to go, Jamie.
Briefly, our Mr. Blunden,
for some unknown reason,
raised himself from his
bed of mental misery,
hurled himself as best
he could last Thursday--
4:30, it was-- into
the office and said,
"Get them papers on the marriage
of Miss Sara and Master Tom."
So I did as I was
told, him being
the governor, balmy or
not, and here they are.
It seems that we're
related to these people.
They were great
grandparents of daddy's.
Just over 100 years
ago, they lived here,
and then they went to America.
Not over 100 years ago.
Exactly 100 years
ago, Mrs. Allen.
New York, America, 1825.
Sara Latimer of Langley
Park married a Thomas
Mortimer, a gardener by trade.
Out of
his class he was.
Mr. Clutterbuck
has come to tell us
that we are the legal owners
not only of the cottage,
but of the house itself.
We can stay.
Plus an allowance of 500 pounds
a year to keep us in comfort.
In perpetuity.
In what?
For your lifetime, sonny Jim.
I won't go into all
the legal logistics.
You wouldn't understand.
Step this way if you please.
All will be revealed.
Sara.
Tom.
I know.
Great grandma Sara.
Great grandpa Tom.
LUCY: Mr. Blunden.
Mr. Blunden.
Mr. Blunden.
Which one?
Which one?
(TOGETHER) It's ours!
It's ours, Benji.
It's really ours.
JAMIE: It's ours!
LUCY: It's ours!
JAMIE: It's ours!
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