Cold Comfort Farm Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1995
- 105 min
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the little maidy?
Who else is gonna get off
at Beershorn Halt?
[ Thinking ] A man's huge body,
rude as a wind-tortured thorn,
was printed dark against
the fame of sun that-
that throbbed
- that throbbed on the tip of Mockuncle Hill.
The golden orb.. [
Conductor ] Beershorn!
Oh.
gh!
How revolting!
Don't you know
this trap's filthy?
[ Grunting ]
Are ye the little maidy,
Robert Poste's child?
Yes, I'm the little maidy.
Who are you?
Adam.
Adam Lambsbreath.
Ye get up. I'll see to
them, Robert Poste's child.
Miss Poste. Or Miss Flora, if
you want to be completely feudal.
Ugh!
[ Flora ] Where's this?
Howlin; Robert Poste's child.
Howling?
Are we nearly there?
Another few miles yet,
Robert Poste's child.
Git on, Viper.
What's the farm like? The seeds wither
and the earth will not nourish 'em.
The cows are barren.
The sows are farren.
All is turned to sourness
and ruin. Oh, dear.
Is there no money?
'Tain't money.
There's a curse on the place,
Robert Poste's child.
'Tis the Starkadders'doom.
[ Flora ] Oh, I'm sure
it's not as bad as all that.
[ Groaning ]
[ Adam ]
Viper.
Whoa there, Viper.
Well, it is a little gloomy,
I agree.
Whoa. Whoa, Viper!
Get 'e down,
Robert Poste's child.
Oh, how do you do?
You must be Cousin Judith.
It's so good of you to have me. Isn't
it curious we've never met before?
'Tis Robert Poste's child,
all right. [ Cow Bellowing ]
That's Graceless,
looking out for me.
You get back to your
cows, Adam. My luggage.
Meriam'll bring it.
This way, Miss Poste.
I think,just for tonight,
I'll eat in my room if I may.
It's cold there. I expect
a fire will soon warm it up.
Oh, my sons'll be sorry.
They wanted to see
their little cousin.
Your sons?
Seth and Reuben.
Seth and Reuben.
Really?
Well, I'll see them
tomorrow, I'm sure.
Someone has a hearty appetite.
Follow me, Miss Poste.
Nobody shall say we didn't do
right by Robert Poste's child.
No. Quite.
Thank you.
[ Rustling ]
Hey, Elfine.
Mmm.
Ohh.
[ Adam ] You'd never sell
Feckless! [ Man ] I do what I like!
[ Adam ] Who could've tended the
poor, dumb beasty better nor I?
I knows what's in her heart better than I
knows what's in the hearts of some humans.
[ Man ] Look at her! Be hard to
find a knacker's man who'd take her.
And another thing! I don't
pay ye wages to collect...
chicken feathers and sell 'em
down Beershorn for good money!
That weren't I! May I never set
hand on plough again if it were!
That were rk!
I say.
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