"Mister." "Hey, mister!" "Can you pass up the ladder?" "We're coming out today." "Are you?" "They said 10 days, it's been more like 10 months." "You were sick." "They always take precautions." "(WOOD SNAPPING)" "Can that cow go anywhere it likes?" "No." "What's it doing?" "Come and look at this, Phil." "Go away!" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" "Go away!" "Stop it!" "One of the cows has got into Charles' vegetable plot." "Drive her away, then." "Get her back to the pasture." "But it won't go." "I tried..." "LIZZIE:" "Very naughty." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "LIZZIE:" "She was eating all Pet's vegetables." "Well, what was the point of building that fence?" "I'll murder Hubert." "And do you know, he said that Lewis just stood there watching while the beast did it." "Bully for him." "I can't see Lewis dealing with an errant cow." "He only had to chase it off." "He's just not a very practical person." "Well, nor were you." "PET:" "Just look at him out there digging that trench with Alan." "You'd think the only shovel he'd ever handled was a teaspoon." "It probably was." "Some find it harder to adapt than others." "Well, he gets on my nerves." "It takes all sorts to make a world, Pet." "And that's what we're trying to do here, aren't we?" "You'll probably find yourself on a charge for that, mate." "What?" "A court of inquiry into why the cow wasn't stopped from gobbling up the commandant's vegetables." "Aren't you being a bit childish?" "Gets more like the army every day." "And you've not been sick again?" "No." "I expect it was something you ate." "I never thought it was anything else." "Shall I leave our gear up here?" "RUTH:" "For the time being." "I expect you'll both be staying in the white house." "Oh, it's all right, we've got a tent." "That's useful." "It has been." "But cold." "Mmm." "Come on, I'll show you round." "Arthur's right, Pet." "If a square peg won't fit into a round hole, you can't just throw them out." "I wouldn't dream of it." "Just try to whittle off the edges a little bit and make the square pegs round." "Or find square holes." "What?" "Well, we've no right to lick people into shape." "We have to find out where their natural talents lie and make use of them." "RUTH:" "We're having drainage problems." "We now know that most of the water comes from up there." "So we're laying that land drain to get it away before it soaks down to the fields there." "I'll show you the workshop." "All right." "That's a nice-looking bird." "Maybe I'll stay a bit yet, eh?" "Now what are you dreaming about?" "What is it?" "Where are you off to?" "Lewis?" "There's wood ash boiling in there, and mutton fat in there." "Tomorrow we start brewing them together and we end up with glycerine on the bottom and soap on the top." "That's soap?" "In the making." "Urgh!" "It doesn't smell like soap." "You're telling me." "Hello." "Let you out of quarantine, have they?" "RUTH:" "Come on, Alan." "Passed through immigration with a clean bill of health?" "You wouldn't talk like that if one of them had a disease." "I thought you were digging that ditch out there." "ALAN:" "On me own?" "Forgive me." "God, forgive me." "Any good at curing bacon?" "Never tried." "Nor had Daniella." "She used to work in a restaurant." "Mmm." "And a very good restaurant it was." "Very nice client." "Very smart." "We not even cook pasta, except to Italiani who insist." "I've brought you some extra rations, Daniella." "I suppose these two will be staying here with you?" "This is Arthur Russell." "He's in charge of provisions, amongst other things." "Hello." "Hello." "Hello." "Where possible, we try to give everyone their own plot of land." "All the produce is pooled, and once a week, Arthur doles out supplies to the various kitchens." "Do you know anything about farming?" "Not really." "What did you study at university?" "History of Art." "Oh, well." "What's that?" "This is a valve." "Made it out of some old bits of gas pipe I found." "Is that where the gas will come out?" "Well, hopefully." "How's the slurry, Hubert?" "A waste of good pig dung if you ask me." "Right now, hold open the sack, and then they can pour it in." "That's it." "GREG:" "Lovely." "How's it going?" "GREG:" "Ah, it's just an experiment." "But if it works at all, I'll fix a bit of drainpipe to it, then fix that to the top, and we'll have a constant supply." "With a similar outlet at the other end, I suppose." "Yes, of course." "What's the point if it's all gonna run out again?" "Well, by that time, the bacteria will have done its work." "Could you get me that bit of wire, John?" "Thank you." "How's Jenny this morning?" "She's all right." "She's helping them plant out the sugar beet." "Feels up to it, does she?" "She pulls her weight as much as anyone here." "Oh, I don't doubt that." "Well, that should be that." "Now, all we've gotta do is to get as much air out as we can." "So, if I manipulate the valve, would the rest of you squeeze out as much of the air as you can?" "Okay." "That's it." "John, John!" "Jenny wants you, John!" "She's been calling for you all morning." "JOHN:" "We're making gas." "Well, she wants you." "Now!" "Go on, John, we can manage." "But I wanted to see the gas come." "Yeah, well, that won't happen for days." "Now, you run along." "That should be about as good a vacuum as we can manage." "All we've gotta do now is heat it up." "It's just post-natal depression." "She'll be out in the fields this afternoon." "Nobody's criticising, Greg." "Where have you been, Lewis?" "No one seems to have made any progress with that drainage at all this morning." "What's happened to Alan?" "The ditch is important." "I went to the woods to think a few things over." "I know it's hard work, but if we don't get that drainage sorted out, we're going to be in real trouble." "Can you do it up for me?" "What's the idea?" "You'll understand." "He's wearing his shirt and pullover back to front." "Guess why." "Why?" "Well, to show what he is." "A white collar that does up at the back." "Well, go on, guess." "I give up." "ARTHUR:" "A dog collar." "Lewis is a parson." "A parson?" "You mean a priest?" "I might have known!" "Well, isn't that lovely!" "Our own priest." "Oh, mamma mia." "The things I've said in front of him." "(HUBERT CHUCKLING)" "Why you laugh?" "LEWIS:" "I'm afraid that Greg must have thought me quite mad." "But, you see, if I wanted to profess my faith, it would've been a very feeble excuse to say that I no longer have my clerical collar." "What became of it?" "I don't know." "In all the panic, there wasn't much time for religion, was there?" "Even here we have enough to do just to keep ourselves alive." "At least that was the excuse I made myself, I'm ashamed to say." "Why be ashamed?" "Survival comes first." "Not necessarily." "Of course it does." "I see that you're not a believer, Pet." "I don't know." "Is anyone these days?" "Oh, I hope so." "On what possible grounds?" "Well, faith wouldn't be faith if there had to be grounds for it." "Look, please don't draw me into a theological argument." "It's just that if there are any members of the community who feel the need for God, well, at least they'll be able to see by my... (CHUCKLING) By my cloth, that I'm here to help." "Otherwise it makes no difference, except in one way." "Student, were you?" "Yeah, at Nottingham." "Where'd you meet Judy, then?" "In Grimsby." "We took a yacht." "Finally ran aground at South Wales." "Who's he?" "Don't tell me you're coming back to dig?" "Why not?" "It's Philip, isn't it?" "That's right." "It was you trying to deal with that cow this morning, wasn't it?" "Yes." "Not very effectively, I'm afraid." "Well, let's get on with digging this trench then, shall we?" "Do you think he means to start a church?" "Hmm?" "Well, Lewis." "Oh, I'm sure it's this teat of yours that's making Paul ill." "Even in the old days, babies had colic, Jenny." "Yeah, and in the old days we had doctors to tell us it was colic." "Now, we just hope it is." "Well, Ruth told you that there was nothing to worry about." "Anyway, he should be having my milk, not cow's milk." "Jenny, what's the matter?" "You always made the best of things before." "But why should he have to?" "One day he's going to learn what life was like before he was born," "before we messed it all up for him." "Well, that wasn't your fault." "But I brought him into this world, what's left of it." "And Paul Pitman died because of it." "I can understand Lewis taking his clerical collar off." "What I can't understand is how he has the nerve to put it back on again." "In our village, the priest was not a nice man at all." "Never once did I see him smile." "No one liked him." "Daniella, is there a pail I can use anywhere?" "Well, then one day he's gone, to teach the novices at the seminary." "And for long weeks we have no priest at all." "Everyone not seem to know what was right anymore." "Daniella, I have to take this ash over to the workshop." "Is there a pail that I can use anywhere?" "Outside the door." "Oh, thank you." "But he came back." "And I remember saying my rosary that morning with..." "With a sudden lightness in my heart." "(SPEAKING ITALIAN)" "Everything was right again." "That is how I feel this morning, Father Lewis." "Please, don't call me "Father"." "Il padre, what do I call you, then?" "Lewis." "I don't want this to make any difference." "Now, I must get this ash over to the workshop." "Well, it is not that work that you should be doing." "Judy!" "You must be carrying the bucket of ashes to the workshop for Father Lewis!" "Presto!" "I'll take it myself, Daniella." "Will you be saying mass on Sunday?" "What?" "And before it, Padre, it is long time since I made my confession." "Daniella, I am not a Roman Catholic priest." "I am just a humble..." "Ruth will be waiting for me in the workshop." "I see." "Non-combatant duties now, is it?" "Helping the women in the house." "Still, can't have the padre getting his hands dirty, can we?" "I'll join you in the trench as soon as I've taken this over to the workshop." "Don't worry, mate, it's almost finished." "We must have done more on it yesterday than I thought." "Not you, him." "He was out there digging this morning before you were up." "I don't believe you." "He was, too." "Out there at dawn, he was." "He should be at his devotions, not digging the ditches." "Go and carry that pail for him." "Here I can manage." "I'm supposed to help you." "It's not help I need." "I work, I cook, I scrub!" "No one ever say that Daniella, she lazy, she needs help." "Find someone who cannot manage." "Like me." "You can manage anywhere, I should think." "I'm not scared of being kicked out." "Come on, help us dig." "All right." "That is not the women's work!" "Come on, we're not back to all that again." "I think..." "We are not back to anything." "What?" "Will you be getting out of my kitchen?" "(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)" "(BOTH LAUGHING)" "Oh, morning, Vicar." "You don't have to call me that, Hubert." "Thank you." "I suppose you'll be wanting us all to go to church of a Sunday, will you?" "I wonder how many of you would come if I did." "I'll get some more water." ""We plough the fields and scatter."" "Harvest festival." "Was the only time I ever went to church." "Great loaves of bread, sheaves of corn." "Marrows, a sight bigger than they ought to be, all laid out on the pews." "Never did find out what happened to them afterwards." "The vicar had a good tuck in, I reckon." "No, it used to go to the hospitals, didn't it?" "You a church-goer, were you?" "What, me?" "No." "Wife used to make me clean the car on a Sunday morning, do odd jobs around the house." "Sunday mornings." "I don't think that formal worship is all that important." "One can be a good Christian without going to church." "That mean you won't be holding services, does it?" "Well, I hadn't intended to." "But if people want me to..." "Do you think anyone will?" "Nah, I don't suppose so." "We're really all a bit too busy, ain't we?" "Yeah, no peace for the wicked." "Anyway, we got no hymn books." "You can't have church without hymn books, can you?" "I'll come to your harvest festival, mind." "(GROANS)" "Perhaps I should hold a service." "What do you think?" "It's up to you, Vicar." "I wasn't even a vicar in Cheltenham." "I only assisted the vicar." "Oh, that's where you come from, is it?" "My sister used to live in Cheltenham." "A very genteel parish." "Never more than 20 in the congregation, and not one under 60." "Yeah, well, it's a right mixed bunch you got for a flock now, innit?" "Charles is the only good shepherd here, no one else." "Lewis?" "Yes, Greg." "Are you busy?" "I'm just giving Ruth a hand." "The trench is all but finished." "Yeah, I saw that." "No, it's..." "It's just that if you're passing, you might pop in and see Jenny." "Well, of course." "Is something wrong?" "No, no, no." "But, well, she's a bit down, depressed." "She's been a bit quiet since Paul died." "It's understandable." "She doesn't believe in God, I'm afraid, but I think a chat would do her some good." "Conversion is not much in my line, Greg." "What is in your line?" "There'll be a church parade, and all the ranks expected to attend." "Commandant reading the lesson." "I've seen it all." "When were you in the army?" "As a kid." "What kind of army was that?" "Me dad was a regular soldier." "I was brought up in quarters." "(CHUCKLES) Until they tried to make me an apprentice, and then I got out fast." "But here I am, back into it all over again." "We've even got a sky pilot on our backs." "I stripped for Jesus once." "You did what?" "There was some pop singer, I forget his name, "Enjoy yourself," he said." ""And if you can make some money at the same time," ""I'll send it to the homeless in the name of Jesus."" "So, I stripped." "Yeah, but why that?" "A boyfriend and me were at a club and the stripper had broken her ankle." "Just for laughs, I took her place." "I got 20 quid and I gave it all to Jesus." "(ALAN LAUGHING)" "It's true." "Perhaps you should do it for the padre, that would lighten up his services no end." "I don't think he'd approve." "I'd approve." "Twenty quid?" "Nowadays you make up for money" "in other ways." "In the name of Jesus?" "God is love I was told." "Not in the way you mean." "Oh, I dunno." "God is everywhere I was told." "Oh, really?" "Even in this heap of muck." "I suppose so." "Here you are, love." "So much for God, then." "Well, why don't you go and look for him?" "If he's not putting up fences or digging trenches or repairing the windmill, he'll be out sowing sugar beet, which is where I should be only I happen to be rather busy doing something else." "Yes, is there something that I can do to help?" "Yes, help Greg." "Yes, I'm not in the way, am I?" "No." "John!" "John, will you come and hang out the washing for me please?" "How's the baby?" "Don't tell me you've come to baptise it!" "Good gracious, no." "I wouldn't mind if driving out the devil got rid of his colic." "Well, it could, too." "I remember once baptising a child that had been crying all the way through the service, till I ducked him into the font and he came up smiling!" "God be praised, a miracle." "Oh, I think it had more to do with tipping him suddenly backwards and up again, it brought up the wind." "I didn't seriously think it was the magical effect of holy water." "Were you surprised to hear that I was a clergyman?" "I was surprised you admitted you were." "I'm not ashamed of it." "Well, where was God in the plague?" "Man made the plague." "God made man." "Free." "That was the greatness of the gift." "Free to destroy himself?" "If he chose." "And God just watched?" "I can understand how you feel." "I felt it at one time." "But we just have to accept rather than question, don't we?" "Paul Pitman died for me so that my baby could be born into a world that's just a desert." "You'll be telling me next that it was all God's will." "No, I don't believe that." "But I do believe that one day, good will come of it." "John, I want you!" "We just have to believe that in the end..." "It will have proved to have been worth it?" "The dying?" "Will you tell Greg that I called?" "Yes." "We should be getting some more soap soon." "What, that goo?" "Well, it cleans nappies." "I want real soap." "I want nappies that come in crisp hygienic packets, and safety pins and chemists." "I want a little blue baby bath." "I want a doctor to call in once a week to say he's doing fine, and a hospital on hand if he's not." "Will bitterness help?" "(DOOR OPENING)" "And don't drop them in the muck this time." "What can you say to help?" "Trust in the Lord?" "What, again?" "I'd better go." "Thank you for calling, Vicar." "I'm sorry I couldn't offer you a cup of tea." "Oh, Lewis." "Come in here a minute, will you?" "I've got something to show you." "Look at this." "I unearthed it amongst a pile of junk." "Now, you could do with this." "A prayer desk?" "Yes, it's lost one side, but I'm sure Jack could fix that." "Look at this carving." "I don't want a prayer desk, Arthur." "Well, you can use it for your services, as a lectern." "Put your Bible on it." "Well, I'm not sure that I should be holding a service." "You see, I left Cheltenham in rather a hurry, like most people." "There was an army truck going with some soldiers, and I went with them, just as I was." "Well, the fact is, I don't even have a Bible with me." "You could use mine." "Yours?" "Yes, I found it rather a comfort after..." "After my wife and sons were..." "Well, certain passages." "# While shepherds washed their socks by night" "# All seated on the ground" "# The angel of the... #" "Socks?" "It weren't socks." "Eh?" ""Flocks", that's what it were." ""Washed their flocks"." "I thought it was "socks"." "Wash their socks?" "No, flocks!" "Flocks of sheep!" "Ought to be "dip", really." ""Dipped their flocks."" "Good night, Daniella, I think I'll turn in." "# The angel of the Lord came down... #" "Hey, how does it go on from there?" "You see, you can't remember." "What's the vicar gonna do when no one can't remember the hymns?" "Perhaps we should make up our own." "I hope they don't let you try." ""Wash their socks"." "No, Alan's right." "I mean, we're making a fresh start with everything else, why not religion, too?" "Why make a start with that at all?" "Who needs all that superstitious claptrap anyway?" "Bishops and choirboys and babes in a manger." "When I think of all those churches and cathedrals and sky pilots like Lewis here telling you what's good for you..." "I wonder what became of Il Papa?" "I went to San Pietro once." "Many thousand people in the piazza." "And Il Papa at the window giving us his blessing." "I expect the big piazza is still there." "I shall be saying a short service on Sunday in the yard at 11:00." "You'll need hymn books." "We'll sing what we can and say a few prayers." "We'll have readings from the Bible." "And mass?" "Daniella, I'm not empowered to give..." "But, Father." "You can make your communion afterwards if you wish." "With my sins forgiven?" "Daniella, I am not worthy to hear you." "What's this?" "It must be very uncomfortable wearing your shirt back to front." "So I made you a proper one, Father." "What did she make it from?" "Her own skirt." "What about the collar?" "Bit of sacking I think, starched with a flour paste." "He looks like a real parson now." "And I've no new clothes for Paul at all." "If Daniella's got that much time..." "Have you asked her?" "I just think there are more important things to do in this place than make a bib and tucker for the parson." "Well, sure there is." "There's sugar beet and oats to sow, and cabbage, kale and potatoes for the winter." "And teaching people the kind of crafts we need here, not to mention planning some kind of schooling for the children." "All right, Greg." "We need a telephone system, power for tools, some kind of motorised transport, but a planned programme, not this bumbling, inefficient amateurism letting everyone do his own thing." "If there's one thing I can't stand at the moment, it's Charles' damn patience with everyone." "(KNOCKING ON DOOR)" "Come in." "Ah." "I thought I might find you here." "You know that plough Jack was supposed to be mending for us?" "What, hasn't he done it yet?" "He hasn't even started on it." "You know what he is doing?" "Lewis can do without that." "Yeah, of course he can." "But look at it." "Arthur says that that's years old, been made by somebody who probably couldn't even read or write." "So what?" "I thought if I could carve something on this side as beautiful as that on that side..." "It would take ages." "Well, what's the hurry?" "That's the trouble with some of you people, you're in too much of a hurry." "Hear, hear." "If you don't get that plough done..." "You'll get it today." "The last world went wrong because it pushed ahead so fast it got out of control." "This time, let's get our values right." "Treat progress as a bonus." "Yeah, too true." "I say, that's coming on well, Jack." "GREG:" "Ah, it frightens me." "There's little enough commitment here as it is without a priest to undermine it." "Undermine it?" "Oh, I'm sure there's nothing subversive about Lewis." "There's more to life than just making a living, Greg." "You believe that now, next winter we could all be starving." "Even the most primitive societies had their gods." "(CHUCKLING) And wasn't ignorance bliss?" "All religion does is just provide something to fall back on, an insurance against failure." "Why bother to work when everything you lack is gonna be made up for you in the next world?" "Mmm." "Accept your lot, don't question." "Blessed are the meek, blessed are the poor." "Greg is right." "It gives even non-believers an excuse to opt out." "Yes, well some non-believers find other excuses for that, Jenny." "Don't be such a hustler, Greg." "If it's commitment you want, then people must be allowed to find it for themselves in their own way." "Maybe Lewis can help them do that." "Are you prepared to take that risk?" "We have got no authority to impose a way of life on other people." "A lot of people want authority." "They're not interested in working it out for themselves, they want to be told." "Free from responsibility." "That's why they're responding to Lewis." "You've no right to impose a way of life on anyone?" "In your position, Charles, you haven't the right not to." "Can John and I go down to the river?" "No." "At least, not yet." "You can give Paul his bottle first." "Oh, can I?" "Now, you know how to do it." "And give him plenty of time for burps." "I know." "Wait, John, I've got to feed Paul first." "Oh, we've problems enough without worrying about religion or leadership." "Just how much sugar beet are we planting, Greg?" "PHILIP:" "It's only a flower." "LEWIS:" "But think of its complexity." "Think of everything that went into it to bring it to such living beauty." "It blooms there unseen whether we're here or not." "That sky." "That owes nothing to man, either." "PHILIP:" "It needs us to see it." "I wonder." "Certainly, we're here to see it." "Beauty, truth, love, goodness, aspects of God which man has the power to realise in himself." "It's the quality of life that matters." "How we live, not how long." "CHARLES:" "What's happening about this ditch, then?" "We've others to dig yet." "Unless we can drain that high ground and stop it saturating the fields down there, everything we've just planted will rot." "Then what will we live on?" "Give me a hand with the pipes, Alan." "I'm surprised you care." "Not much quality of life in laying drains, is there?" "ALAN:" "I suppose it don't matter to God that almost everyone in the world was wiped out by a plague." "Just as long as he can still send up a sunset once a day." "Look, we weren't all wiped out." "You and I weren't for a start." "Oh, yeah?" "Chosen few, are we?" "There will always be some survivors after any catastrophe." "Enough to start again and perhaps do better." "You scare me." "Well, how do you come to terms with what happened, then?" "Well, come on." "We'd better get on with this trench." "Get stuffed." "Lizzie, you can milk the cows, can't you?" "I'll have a go." "Anyway, we'll be back by then." "You coming, are you?" "Yeah, why not?" "Tell Greg and Charles where we're going, will you, Daniella?" "We won't be long." "Does Father Lewis know?" "Course not, supposed to be a surprise for him." "Well, you coming, Hubert?" "Two miles at least." "Where you off to, then?" "Why, fancy a walk, do you?" "Wash their socks!" "Don't you think it's too dry?" "Well, for the time being." "Hubert said it's gonna rain later on." "Yeah, and if it doesn't?" "Well, we'll just have to water it again ourselves, I suppose." "Uh-huh." "If you say so." "Thanks, Jenny." "Funny it should take religion of all things to make me snap out of it." "Ah, I shouldn't have blown my top at Charles like that, should I?" "Well, it made me see sense at least." "No, it's just that I've been going on complaining that people aren't working hard enough and..." "And you've got me and the children hanging around your neck." "No, it's not that, it's..." "Well, we've been getting more than we've been earning." "Not that Charles minded." "That's what I find so maddening about him." "(CHUCKLING) My poor hunted Greg." "LEWIS:" "Greg!" "Greg, that ditch we've been digging, it's flooded!" "Well, they must have unearthed a spring or fractured a pipe from the well." "Where are they all?" "Well, Lewis has gone to tell Greg." "I haven't seen the other three at all." "If we dig a channel down there, we should get rid of it." "Harry, would you make a start on that?" "I'll go get some help." "Let's hope it won't get into my stores, that's all." "CHARLES:" "Hubert." "Hubert?" "Hubert, can you give us a hand in the lane?" "Where's Hubert?" "Gone off with Jack and Alan." "I said I'd do the milking if they weren't back." "They've gone off?" "What, Jack, too?" "Where?" "He's gone off for what, Lizzie?" "ARTHUR:" "Hymn books?" "According to Daniella, they left about an hour ago." "If that water gets in here..." "Thanks." "Three grown men on a two-mile trek over the hills to get hymn books for a church." "I never sent them." "Are you sure?" "Hubert left Lizzie to milk the cows." "But we can manage without hymn books." "If we get everything over this side, it won't matter if it comes in or not." "Why didn't they ask me first?" "They wanted it to be nice surprise for him." "Jack, he ask me to tell you." "He say they will be home very soon." "Those two kids, Philip and Judy, did they go with them, too?" "There's no sign of them either." "It's as if the whole place has suddenly died on us." "They will soon be back." "(SPEAKING ITALIAN)" "This, too, is going to be nice surprise for il padre." "May as well tell them, I suppose." "(SHOUTING) Where have you been!" "The ditch you were digging has flooded!" "We've had to shift half the stores and dig a drain." "We needed every hand we could find and where the hell were you?" "In the tree house." "Look, if you don't want to work with this community, you can leave." "That's just what we're going to do." "We thought we'd move on tomorrow." "Come and talk." "Does Charles know that you've been wasting your time doing this?" "But, Father..." "I don't want a surplice any more than I wanted them to go fetch hymn books." "You and I depend upon these people, Daniella." "They're strong, practical and efficient." "And if it wasn't for them, you and I would have starved to death long ago." "Now, if people are going to start letting down Charles," "I'm going to wish that I'd never put this on." "Where's Greg?" "Oh, he went off after we'd finished digging the channel in the lane." "You know those two who just joined us?" "What are their names?" "Philip and Judy." "Yeah, they're leaving tomorrow." "Moving on." "DANIELLA:" "Where will they go?" "Where is there to go?" "We thought we'd make our way to the coast." "Look, we're going to try and find another boat, load up with supplies from any warehouses around." "They're all contaminated." "Not all." "How will you know which?" "The risk is enormous." "So, we'll take some risks." "At least we'll enjoy life while we have it." "We're in love." "Well, that won't feed you." "Why are you always so worried about food all the time?" "We might sail across to the Continent and see what's happening over there." "We're free." "PET:" "God will provide." "Maybe, maybe not." "We're really not worried." "You can't tell people what to believe." "It's because of Lewis?" "There's a lot in what he says." "I mean, there are other things." "Beauty, truth, goodness, things like that." "JUDY:" "Things that matter." "CHARLES:" "More than living?" "JUDY:" "It's how you live, he says." "And he's right really." "Who cares about making soap?" "PHILIP:" "After all, if you've come through the plague, you can come through anything." "We'll just take each day as it comes." "We'll get by." "We did before." "If not, why worry?" "It's such a waste." "What good would you be doing?" "We need young people here." "Can't you see we're trying to build a new world here?" "It looks more like the old one to me." "Alan thinks it's just like the army." "Well, Alan's wrong." "Why don't you print some money, fix a wage rate for different jobs, then people could buy with what they earn from Arthur Russell's store." "He could make a nice supermarket, that one." "You could even have a till." "We don't need money." "You seem to have everything else." "We share the fruits of our labours." "Yeah, each according to his needs, and each to his ability." "What's wrong with that?" "Just that when they tried it in Russia, they soon found you need a few bosses around to keep the peasants working for the common good." "There's no bosses here." "There's a boss class here, which doesn't like the threat from Lewis." "And in Russia they didn't like people to believe in God, either, in case it took their minds off their work, for the state." "(PEOPLE CHATTERING)" "# Onward Christian soldiers" "# Marching as to war" "# With the cross of Jesus" "# Going on... #" "Oh, you drunken klutz, you..." "Yeah, you can talk." "I've dropped me hymn books." "Never mind..." "Oh, ta." "# One long line of sailors" "# Queuing for an whore" "# If they ask the boatswain" "# He'll show them what it's for #" "Oh, cheer up." "They're only a couple of hippies, aren't they?" "Sandal-footing through the world." "Make love, not war." "Live off who you can." "How do you like my heat exchanger?" "The boiling water coming from there, goes underneath the slurry and when it comes out over there, it's stone cold, with all the heat going into the slurry." "It's got to be about 90 degrees Fahrenheit." "Getting any gas?" "What do you think is pushing it up like a balloon?" "We squeezed all the air out of it, remember?" "You can hear it." "(LAUGHS)" "And then draw it off through the valve." "Now, I'm going to put an inlet pipe, give us a constant supply of slurry." "Then I have another pipe, make room for it all." "But I'll design something properly." "You know, that boy Philip made some pretty astonishing remarks, Greg." "Forget them." "What did you say?" "They've been listening to the Reverend Lewis." "Pie in the sky, not bread on earth." "You look at the state that barn's in." "Jack said he was going to do a proper job on that weeks ago." "Not enough urgency, Charles." "They'll be even less if Lewis sells them the idea that all that matters is their souls." "I'm not saying that's the reason why those two kids are..." "No, no, no, those two kids aren't drifting away because of anything that Lewis said." "They're leaving because they think that Whitecross is developing into a totalitarian state." "Too much authority, not too little." "You're joking." "Bosses and workers, the old world all over again." "That was their judgment." "They come down out of that tree house, they have a quick sniff round and say, "No, thank you very much." "It's not for me."" "Do you care what a couple of kids have got to say?" "They've convinced me that I was right in the first place, Greg." "Let everybody develop his own way of life, at his own time, at his own speed." "It may not make for efficiency, but at least we'll have a human society here, not just an economic unit." "It'll turn into anarchy unless there's an aim, a clearly-defined purpose." "What do you want, a five-year plan?" "Look, we can only offer survival, which is why Lewis needs to be encouraged." "It's a nuisance having to wait for our plough because Jack prefers to work on this prayer desk for the padre but if it gives him a satisfaction that we can't," "then that's what matters." "If they want something more than we can offer, and if Lewis can help them..." "Without his dog collar?" "LEWIS:" "If you rather expect to be something of a failure, whatever you do, it's not a bad idea to enter a profession where success in this world is not meant to count for very much anyway." "Is that why you joined the church?" "Not consciously." "But I certainly didn't have a vocation." "I just accepted what I was taught." "In the kind of parish I was in, nothing much more was demanded." "Until the sickness came." "And that made you see straight at last?" "What do you mean by that?" "Isn't that why you threw away your dog collar in the first place, from disgust?" "Arthur says you haven't even got a Bible." "No, I threw that away, too." "Disgust?" "I try to fool myself that it was." "Rather no God than a cruel God." "With what delight I encompassed that idea." "To see that man was just an animal after all." "What a luxury, not having to believe in God." "I mean, that's easy." "What takes courage is to believe against all the odds." "No, it wasn't lack of faith that made me throw away my Bible, it was just lack of guts." "But here, where people were beginning to live once more, you felt it safe to stand up again and be counted." "As long as people expected no more of me than that." "When two young people take off into that terrifying world out there, hoping to find beauty, truth, love, goodness," "when a woman whose sins must be far outweighed by her suffering begs me to hear her confession, when they start calling me "Vicar", "Shepherd of the flock"." "(SIGHING) I'm not worthy to be their pastor." "When I think of some of the powerful men of God that I've met, dedicated, confident, inspiring priests," "that it should be left to me..." "If it was cowardice that made me take it off before, it's certainly not that now." "Are you sure?" "(SLURRED SINGING)" "That's the lot." "If the damn vicar wants any more, he can get them himself." "(GIGGLING) We've even got him this!" "Mamma mia, you're drunk!" "(GROANING) What stuff it was, too." "Who'd have thought the holy wine would have been bad." "Well, there they all are." "All of them, hymns ancient and modern." "Well, you could have saved yourself the trouble." "There's to be no Sunday mass after all." "But you can't let them down now." "Daniella has made this for you." "She's made you a surplice, too." "They fetched hymn books and a cross." "And we're still waiting for Jack's plough because he's been too busy repairing that lectern, for you." "What does Greg feel about it?" "I agree with Charles." "Thanks for helping Jenny." "But even Daniella doesn't really believe." "She just wants me to believe for her and tell her what's what." "Won't that do for a start?" "What are you afraid of, Lewis?" "Inadequacy." "(SIGHS)" "Come on, Carrot." ""And why take ye thought for raiment?" ""Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow." ""They toil not, neither do they spin." ""And yet I say unto you, even Solomon in all his glory" ""was not arrayed like one of these."" "Here endeth the lesson." "And now let's sing hymn number 483." "It's quite the wrong time of year for it, but I think that we have much to thank God for already." "And it's a tune that one of you knows at least." "It ain't here." "Think the mice must have been at this one." "LEWIS:" "We Plough The Fields and Scatter." "(LEWIS HUMMING)" "# We plough the fields and scatter" "# The good seed on the land" "# The shepherds wash their socks by night" "# All seated on the ground" "# He sends the snow in winter" "# The warmth to swell the grain" "# The breezes and the sunshine... #" "Well, I thought you'd be at the service." "Mustn't let the side down, eh?" "No division in the ranks." "It really would be like the old world again." "I even thought you might have expected me to be there." "No, we have the right to our faith, too, Greg." "# For all his love" "# He only is the maker" "# Of all things near and far" "# He paints the wayside flower" "# He lights the evening star" "# The winds and waves obey him" "# By him the birds are fed" "# Much more to us, his children... #"