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hwp I would have no story to tell you...
if my great-grandfather
had not wagered everything...
to bring that church here
to the Bellinger River...
or if Lucinda Leplastrier had not been
given a Prince Ruperts drop.
Surprise!
Surprise!
Happy birthday, Lucinda.
Oh, its beautiful.
- Your own Ruperts drop.
- Careful. Not too tight.
Gently.
- You see? Not even with a hammer.
- Ill try the ax.
Lucinda,
try the pliers.
- I like it just as it is.
- Go on.
- Take the plunge.
- Youll see.
- Just there.
- One, two, three.
Now! Oh!
My great-grandfather Oscar Hopkins...
had skin like his mothers.
Although the cancer
had been removed...
by acid dropped
onto her tender skin...
- she had died anyway.
- Papa!
Papa!
Papa!
Go!
Go! Go!
Leave me!
Papa!
Go!
- Oscar!
- Papa! Aah!
Little Oscar.
The sea, from then on,
would always smell of death to Oscar.
It shall be a day
like any other of the Almightys days.
There will be no mockery
of the Almighty with pagan rituals.
Others mayjudge and laugh...
but they are in a darkness
of their own making...
and will burn in hell.
"And the light shineth
in the darkness...
and the darkness
comprehended it not. "
Nay, we shall not
use the name...
the popish name
others confer upon it...
Christs mass.
You have reclassified
your mamas buttons.
Yes, Father.
The taxonomic principle
being color...
with the spectrum
from left to right.
With size the second
principle of order.
Very good.
- All right.
- Give me neither poverty nor riches.
Feed me with food
convenient to me.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Excuse me, sir. Would Master Hopkins
help with the pollard for the pigs swill?
Very well.
Here.
What is it?
- Its Christmas pudding.
- For you.
Well, eat up.
This is the food of Satan!
Sir, it be Christmas day.
Some call it that,
but none in my employ.
Well, Master Hopkins...
you will be a good helper
and fetch up the specimen buckets.
Oscar had tasted the pudding.
It did not taste like
the fruit of Satan.
Dear God...
if it is your desire
that your flock eat pudding...
in celebration
of thy birth as a man...
then show thy humble
supplicant a sign.
Dear God...
if it be thy will that
thy people eat pudding...
- smite him!
- Oscar!
Oscar!
Oscar was frightened
by what he had begun.
The Brethren.
Baptists.
Catholics.
- Anglicans.
- Now his father...
no longer knew
the true will of God...
Oscar devised a way of asking
the question directly.
Show me a sign
that thou talkest to me.
Please.
Dear God, no!
God repeated the message again and again...
Anglican, Anglican,
Anglican.
One, two, three,
four, five, six.
Oscar did not wish to leave the shelter
of the Plymouth Brethren...
but this was where God
wished him to go.
That is precisely
my point, Hugh.
Divine grace
cannot be sought.
It is given.
Oh, look, Betty.
Its a new crack.
Look, Betty.
It is new.
Stop.
Youll make it worse.
They appear overnight.
Do you know how much was
in the plate this morning?
The walls have always been damp, Hugh.
We havent died from it.
That dissenter steals
our congregation one by one.
Well have nothing
while he gets fat.
- Thats his boy.
- Yes, so it is.
Hugh, your back!
Go home! Go home!
Go away! Go on!
Get off my lettuces!
Off!
Wait! I am called!
I am called.
- Theyre only raisins.
- Hes probably unfamiliar with them.
What will your
poor father do?
Think of the pain
you will cause him.
I know, but he is
in error, you see.
He is not saved.
But still, you will
go home to him. Hugh?
I cannot,
no matter how much I want to.
But surely,
your father loves you.
Yes.
Very much.
I also love him.
But, Hugh,
the... the cost.
- The boy is called.
- Well, in what sense "called"?
He is called
to holy orders.
You have had
three glasses, Hugh.
I shall coach him
in his articles, Betty.
Hell go
to my old college.
Think of that.
Oscar knew that the Brethren prayed...
for the sinner
to be returned to the fold.
But it was as impossible
for him to return...
as it was for his father
to order him home.
Neither would budge.
Lucindas mother knew
that she had produced...
a proud, square peg...
in the full knowledge
that from coast to coast...
there were nothing
but round holes.
