The Animals of Farthing Wood (1993) s01e11 Episode Script
A Deathly Calm
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danger surpassing all. I didn't know what they were built in did I? There are no cars moving
on this side. Come on while we have the chance. Gasping in the fumes we gambled our lives trying
to get through the traffic. Whistler carried the smallest, the larger, ran. Tragically the hedgehogs
died together. But for the survivors the final hurdle had been overcome. Now nothing could prevent us
from reaching White Deer Park.
What we need is a marching song. Oh no. Why not? It'll cheer us up. I'll start as off shall I?
No no no no no no no no no no no no no!
What's wrong? There's nothing inside and I can see for miles. Exactly.
We can be seen for miles and heard, especially you.
Look there's Whistler and Kistle. And now miles away. What's wrong? Why have they stopped?
I don't know. But it's a bit odd. Everyone seems afraid. It's too exposed here and that's why we've
got to keep going. Come on. Not far now, mate. Get a move on back there. We can't stop yet.
Oh somebody say something! Chiss! Chiss! Well I'm going to say something. I'm hungry.
No moly don't start that. But there's nothing to eat. Not a grub in sight, mate. Well the
soils nice anyway. Should be some juicy worms. And we're all right. The vegetables are beautiful.
I've never seen a nice young cabbage. Stop! There's no salmon to see us. We're not in any danger.
Why can't we eat the cabbages? I don't like the smell of it. But I'll faint if I don't eat soon.
Good. Then maybe you shut up. Our trung fox reminds me of something. Look around you better.
Do you see any field noise? There's no animals at all. Not even car pillars. They love cabbages.
Strange isn't it? Hmm. She what you mean? There are no flowers either. No buttercups,
poppies or daisies. Just cabbages. It isn't natural.
You must call everyone together. They say you can't kill fox what to do like that.
What's wrong? Just because there's no meat for them doesn't mean we can't eat anything.
If I've said it once I've said it a hundred times. We smaller animals must demand our rights.
Look out. What does it mean? Danger. Take care.
What a demon. What's happening? If something's wrong just don't tell me.
Are we all here? The mice, shoes and foals are on their way. Here comes Whistler.
Oh, so sorry. I might have known it was you. Quiet. Owl has something to tell us.
You are standing on poison land. It's in the ground we walk on, in the air we breathe and the
plants which seem so luscious are probably deadly. Weasel.
But, but, hell. It was done deliberately.
The farmer. I knew I recognized that smell. He keeps the poison hidden even from his own kind.
There are some things even humans don't approve of. Poison. So that's why there are no flowers.
Or insects. Or any creatures at all. Nothing can live here except the things humans want to grow.
But what will they do with the cabbages? It. Them. Or won't they die too? Who knows? Perhaps very slowly.
They're mad. All right. There's only one thing we can do. Get out of here as quickly as possible.
Come on, moly-o, chap. Moly.
Oh no, moly. What have you done? Hello, Bachel.
Moly. How many worms did you eat? None. They were all dead.
Oh, thank the Lord. Come on, climb up.
But, aren't we stopping to eat? I'm so hungry. Moly, your appetite will be the death of your one day.
Why? What's wrong? No, but I'll tell you what's going on.
Look! Trees, look for trees.
Trees.
Jesse.
I wouldn't if I were you. Yeah.
What is it? Another human trick. Humans have a say.
One man's meat is another man's poison. Goodness knows what they've done to these apples.
Let's hope for their sakes they've got strong stomachs.
Can we eat it? My stomach's rumbling something terrible.
No, mother. Our think all the animals and plants are poisoned.
Except you, of course.
Adder. Just teasing.
Hunger is stronger than any oaf.
Our right instinct will out. I should know.
So, Fox, what shall we do?
Oh! Kestrel, can you see anywhere nearby where we might find food?
Just fields and fields as far as the eye can see. Nothing. There's a town along way all.
Could we reach it tonight?
You could. Why?
All right. So humans have taken away our food. So why don't we take away theirs?
What do you mean? Scavenge.
And we're expected to go for gris-os. It's all very well for you. Be quiet.
We larger animals, fixin, owl and whistler can go foraging for everyone.
You mean bring food back. That's about it. What sort of food?
I'm a martyr to my indigestion, you know. Oh, shut up!
Anything you want. Put in your orders now.
What have you found? I don't know. A smell of food.
Me too. But where?
There. Come on.
What kept you? Did you knock this over?
No. Cats. I chased them off.
Hmm. Fish. Taste a bit odd, but it's fish, all right?
You're supposed to be foraging for the others.
Let him feed his own face first. Meanwhile, we'll gather together what we can.
Come on, fixin.
Wash that thunder.
No, only somebody stomach complaining.
If whistler doesn't get back soon, I'll eat.
Yes. I did that if it was on four legs, or even two.
You're doing it on purpose. Oh, do excuse me.
I never was much good at landing on dry land. Anyway, look, I brought meat.
I forgive you. Did you say meat?
We can't eat that. May the cribits.
Oh, please be patient.
Fox, where are you?
Here.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Couldn't see them anywhere.
Disappeared.
Ah, there you are. Where's Fox?
We were chased by two huge dogs. We split up. They followed him.
It'll soon be light.
I hope he might be here. I'm going back to look for him.
In daylight, oh, no, my dear. He's not safe.
But Fox, he'll find his way back to us. He always has, you know.
And we need you to help us find our way out of the poisoned land.
The darkest hour is just before the dawn. Well, it is.
This is the way all right. My home and instinct is home and in on white
dear part now may ease. Come along, everyone.
Leave that alone. These cabbages smell different.
Perhaps this field hasn't been poisoned.
And I'm so hungry. Me too. We didn't get much. Let me snort now.
Always complaining. Not a hint of gratitude.
They're so lovely.
I'm sure they are poison. But suppose they are. I could die.
Why don't you try it first, badger?
What a good idea. Then I'd know whether it was safe to eat or not.
And you are a leader while Fox is missing.
No one is to risk eating anything around here.
They hear you. But will anyone obey?
Delicious.
Don't take any notice. Come on, badger. Better get going.
Yes, he's just entering the field from the cops on the other side.
He's all right. Oh, thank goodness.
Castral, what's going on?
There are two tractors approaching Boudure and the others in the middle of the field.
They're making rain. Rain. Poison.
It's spring everywhere. And they're closing it on Badger and the others.
I must warn them. They must run.
No, can't run fast enough some of them.
Is it turned off quick?
Turn back.
Excuse me, funny smell.
If any of that rain falls on them, I could carry one or two to safety.
No time. But I know the one place the humans aren't going to go.
Where?
The place it poisoned already. Back the way we came.
I want to run. Keep still, please.
If we lie, no, they won't see us.
This is who?
Quickly, quickly.
Now listen, all of you. Are you all right?
I'm fine, but we've got to move quickly.
Those tractors will be back in this spring. Poison.
Oh, no.
We'd better run for it.
You don't have to tell me twice.
Stop.
Not that way. Back the way we came.
Are you telling us we've got to go back to that terrible place where we couldn't eat anything?
That's what I'm telling you. You can tell me till you're blue in the face, but I'm not going.
No, me. We smaller animals are chicken-tired of being pushed around.
You'll do as I tell you or else.
Or else what?
Else I'll bite your head off.
Right. I was going anyway.
Nice one, folks.
Hurry, they're coming back. Hurry, he says.
What does he think I'm doing?
Faster!
Oh, I got straight.
I got straight.
I got straight.
I'm going to die and it's all your fault.
It does look dreadful.
He always looks dreadful.
Poor old rabbit.
Come off it, you're all right.
That stuff isn't good news if you happen to be a caterpillar, but it isn't so bad for us.
I'll go.
Better safe than sorry.
And now we're stuck in this awful place again with nothing to eat.
Now then that's enough. I am sure Fox is sort of something.
I have. There's another way out.
We don't have to go through the field at all.
What? Are you sure? Where? Where can we go?
You mean we've got to start walking again?
Now, but I've only just got here.
Don't give up, matey's.
Wait, dear park is just the other side of that town.
The one fox and Vixen went foraging in last night.
Toads right. So that's what we're going to do.
Go through the town.
We can't go through the town.
We never make it. It's much too dangerous.
We never make it.
I know a way. I found it last night when I was running away from those dogs.
And I was worried about you.
Ah, didn't I tell you he'd be all right?
I've seen white dear park. It's on the other side of the town.
Hey! Look at me!
What did I tell you, matey?
It's the last stage of our journey. Come on!
Oh, my God!
What a beautiful place!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Dial in the
you
danger surpassing all. I didn't know what they were built in did I? There are no cars moving
on this side. Come on while we have the chance. Gasping in the fumes we gambled our lives trying
to get through the traffic. Whistler carried the smallest, the larger, ran. Tragically the hedgehogs
died together. But for the survivors the final hurdle had been overcome. Now nothing could prevent us
from reaching White Deer Park.
What we need is a marching song. Oh no. Why not? It'll cheer us up. I'll start as off shall I?
No no no no no no no no no no no no no!
What's wrong? There's nothing inside and I can see for miles. Exactly.
We can be seen for miles and heard, especially you.
Look there's Whistler and Kistle. And now miles away. What's wrong? Why have they stopped?
I don't know. But it's a bit odd. Everyone seems afraid. It's too exposed here and that's why we've
got to keep going. Come on. Not far now, mate. Get a move on back there. We can't stop yet.
Oh somebody say something! Chiss! Chiss! Well I'm going to say something. I'm hungry.
No moly don't start that. But there's nothing to eat. Not a grub in sight, mate. Well the
soils nice anyway. Should be some juicy worms. And we're all right. The vegetables are beautiful.
I've never seen a nice young cabbage. Stop! There's no salmon to see us. We're not in any danger.
Why can't we eat the cabbages? I don't like the smell of it. But I'll faint if I don't eat soon.
Good. Then maybe you shut up. Our trung fox reminds me of something. Look around you better.
Do you see any field noise? There's no animals at all. Not even car pillars. They love cabbages.
Strange isn't it? Hmm. She what you mean? There are no flowers either. No buttercups,
poppies or daisies. Just cabbages. It isn't natural.
You must call everyone together. They say you can't kill fox what to do like that.
What's wrong? Just because there's no meat for them doesn't mean we can't eat anything.
If I've said it once I've said it a hundred times. We smaller animals must demand our rights.
Look out. What does it mean? Danger. Take care.
What a demon. What's happening? If something's wrong just don't tell me.
Are we all here? The mice, shoes and foals are on their way. Here comes Whistler.
Oh, so sorry. I might have known it was you. Quiet. Owl has something to tell us.
You are standing on poison land. It's in the ground we walk on, in the air we breathe and the
plants which seem so luscious are probably deadly. Weasel.
But, but, hell. It was done deliberately.
The farmer. I knew I recognized that smell. He keeps the poison hidden even from his own kind.
There are some things even humans don't approve of. Poison. So that's why there are no flowers.
Or insects. Or any creatures at all. Nothing can live here except the things humans want to grow.
But what will they do with the cabbages? It. Them. Or won't they die too? Who knows? Perhaps very slowly.
They're mad. All right. There's only one thing we can do. Get out of here as quickly as possible.
Come on, moly-o, chap. Moly.
Oh no, moly. What have you done? Hello, Bachel.
Moly. How many worms did you eat? None. They were all dead.
Oh, thank the Lord. Come on, climb up.
But, aren't we stopping to eat? I'm so hungry. Moly, your appetite will be the death of your one day.
Why? What's wrong? No, but I'll tell you what's going on.
Look! Trees, look for trees.
Trees.
Jesse.
I wouldn't if I were you. Yeah.
What is it? Another human trick. Humans have a say.
One man's meat is another man's poison. Goodness knows what they've done to these apples.
Let's hope for their sakes they've got strong stomachs.
Can we eat it? My stomach's rumbling something terrible.
No, mother. Our think all the animals and plants are poisoned.
Except you, of course.
Adder. Just teasing.
Hunger is stronger than any oaf.
Our right instinct will out. I should know.
So, Fox, what shall we do?
Oh! Kestrel, can you see anywhere nearby where we might find food?
Just fields and fields as far as the eye can see. Nothing. There's a town along way all.
Could we reach it tonight?
You could. Why?
All right. So humans have taken away our food. So why don't we take away theirs?
What do you mean? Scavenge.
And we're expected to go for gris-os. It's all very well for you. Be quiet.
We larger animals, fixin, owl and whistler can go foraging for everyone.
You mean bring food back. That's about it. What sort of food?
I'm a martyr to my indigestion, you know. Oh, shut up!
Anything you want. Put in your orders now.
What have you found? I don't know. A smell of food.
Me too. But where?
There. Come on.
What kept you? Did you knock this over?
No. Cats. I chased them off.
Hmm. Fish. Taste a bit odd, but it's fish, all right?
You're supposed to be foraging for the others.
Let him feed his own face first. Meanwhile, we'll gather together what we can.
Come on, fixin.
Wash that thunder.
No, only somebody stomach complaining.
If whistler doesn't get back soon, I'll eat.
Yes. I did that if it was on four legs, or even two.
You're doing it on purpose. Oh, do excuse me.
I never was much good at landing on dry land. Anyway, look, I brought meat.
I forgive you. Did you say meat?
We can't eat that. May the cribits.
Oh, please be patient.
Fox, where are you?
Here.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Couldn't see them anywhere.
Disappeared.
Ah, there you are. Where's Fox?
We were chased by two huge dogs. We split up. They followed him.
It'll soon be light.
I hope he might be here. I'm going back to look for him.
In daylight, oh, no, my dear. He's not safe.
But Fox, he'll find his way back to us. He always has, you know.
And we need you to help us find our way out of the poisoned land.
The darkest hour is just before the dawn. Well, it is.
This is the way all right. My home and instinct is home and in on white
dear part now may ease. Come along, everyone.
Leave that alone. These cabbages smell different.
Perhaps this field hasn't been poisoned.
And I'm so hungry. Me too. We didn't get much. Let me snort now.
Always complaining. Not a hint of gratitude.
They're so lovely.
I'm sure they are poison. But suppose they are. I could die.
Why don't you try it first, badger?
What a good idea. Then I'd know whether it was safe to eat or not.
And you are a leader while Fox is missing.
No one is to risk eating anything around here.
They hear you. But will anyone obey?
Delicious.
Don't take any notice. Come on, badger. Better get going.
Yes, he's just entering the field from the cops on the other side.
He's all right. Oh, thank goodness.
Castral, what's going on?
There are two tractors approaching Boudure and the others in the middle of the field.
They're making rain. Rain. Poison.
It's spring everywhere. And they're closing it on Badger and the others.
I must warn them. They must run.
No, can't run fast enough some of them.
Is it turned off quick?
Turn back.
Excuse me, funny smell.
If any of that rain falls on them, I could carry one or two to safety.
No time. But I know the one place the humans aren't going to go.
Where?
The place it poisoned already. Back the way we came.
I want to run. Keep still, please.
If we lie, no, they won't see us.
This is who?
Quickly, quickly.
Now listen, all of you. Are you all right?
I'm fine, but we've got to move quickly.
Those tractors will be back in this spring. Poison.
Oh, no.
We'd better run for it.
You don't have to tell me twice.
Stop.
Not that way. Back the way we came.
Are you telling us we've got to go back to that terrible place where we couldn't eat anything?
That's what I'm telling you. You can tell me till you're blue in the face, but I'm not going.
No, me. We smaller animals are chicken-tired of being pushed around.
You'll do as I tell you or else.
Or else what?
Else I'll bite your head off.
Right. I was going anyway.
Nice one, folks.
Hurry, they're coming back. Hurry, he says.
What does he think I'm doing?
Faster!
Oh, I got straight.
I got straight.
I got straight.
I'm going to die and it's all your fault.
It does look dreadful.
He always looks dreadful.
Poor old rabbit.
Come off it, you're all right.
That stuff isn't good news if you happen to be a caterpillar, but it isn't so bad for us.
I'll go.
Better safe than sorry.
And now we're stuck in this awful place again with nothing to eat.
Now then that's enough. I am sure Fox is sort of something.
I have. There's another way out.
We don't have to go through the field at all.
What? Are you sure? Where? Where can we go?
You mean we've got to start walking again?
Now, but I've only just got here.
Don't give up, matey's.
Wait, dear park is just the other side of that town.
The one fox and Vixen went foraging in last night.
Toads right. So that's what we're going to do.
Go through the town.
We can't go through the town.
We never make it. It's much too dangerous.
We never make it.
I know a way. I found it last night when I was running away from those dogs.
And I was worried about you.
Ah, didn't I tell you he'd be all right?
I've seen white dear park. It's on the other side of the town.
Hey! Look at me!
What did I tell you, matey?
It's the last stage of our journey. Come on!
Oh, my God!
What a beautiful place!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!