All language subtitles for Gentleman Jack - 02x02

I hope that we shall
get on well together.

Does Mariana know?

"Dearest Fred, I have
never loved any but you".

- A new will? How?
- She likes me.

I won't be rushed.

Ben Sowden had written to them
to say that he'd seen Sam.

Do you know that
they had him in t'pigpen?

Tib was going to be here.
Have you met her?

Good Lord, no.
I wouldn't inflict Tib on her.

I'm taking my "little friend" to Paris.

Yes. Yes. Lord Stuart was very useful.

He was the British Ambassador here.

He used to invite me
to balls and soirees,

and so I invited Lady Stuart
and the girls and their cousin,

Miss Hobart, to Le Jardin des Plantes,

where I was studying
under Monsieur Cuvier.

It was a great privilege.

It wasn't really open to the public.

They were thrilled,

not least when Monsieur
Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire himself

came along

and gave an ad hoc
lecture on la baleine.

We were inside the whale!

There we were

with one of the foremost
thinkers of the day.

Sadly, he got called away and I had to

- continue the lecture myself.
- ... four metres!

Isn't Miss Lister fascinating?

They must have been mesmerised.

Vere said the girls thought
I explained it

better than Monsieur
Saint-Hilaire himself.

Now, he is a fascinating man,
cleverer than Cuvier.

He describes himself as
a deist, so believes in a god,

but also in the natural law
of the universe,

so doesn't interpret
the Bible as literal.

And neither should we.

My darling girl!

They said you were here.

Little thingy doodah did,
in reception at Meurice's.

And this must be Miss Walker.

Enchantee.

Miss Walker, Miss Norcliffe.

- Tib!
- I've heard a lo...

- ... a lot about you.
- Good Lord!

Can I sit down, before I fall over?

I've been on the sauce. Ha!

- Madame?
- Yes. Hello.

Bonjour. I would like, erm...

Vous restez pour... ?

Juste un petit aperitif, pas de diner.

I've left Charlotte and Mrs. Milne
asleep on the bed.

I think I've exhausted them!

Je vais prendre un petit St-Raphael.

Merci.

So, why aren't you at Meurice's?

He only had a fifth-floor
apartment available,

so we came here.

Well, it's very nice to see you.

Both of you.

Tell me all about yourself, Miss Walker.

Oh!

Er... Er...

Well, I...

You must go and see

La Jeunesse d'Henri at the Palais-Royal.

We were there last night.

It's a riot. We couldn't
speak for hooting.

I fell off my chair.

We had a box.

We'll have to have a look
and see what's on.

Have you met Mrs. Milne, Miss Walker?

You've met my sister Charlotte.

Yes, at Langton, and your
mother and your brother,

- but no, not Mrs...
- Mrs. Milne is

Mrs. Lawton's rather wayward sister.

Is she?

Made rather a fool of herself

over an army officer
some years ago, and...

Well, we're none of us perfect.

Er, who's Mrs. Lawton?

She's Dr. Belcombe's sister.

A friend of ours from years ago.

Of course, you know Steph!

Have you seen her lately? Mrs. Lawton.

No.

Not since before I set off
for Copenhagen.

We travelled up to London together.

- I didn't know he had sisters.
- Oh, yes.

A whole flock of them.

Mrs. Lawton, Mrs. Milne, Nantz,

Louisa, Eliza. Quite a list, eh?

My gorgeous, lovely, sweet magnificence.

So, what are you doing tomorrow,

Miss Walker?

We're going to the Louvre.

Are you? Well, that's excellent.

In fact, it's perfect.

So are we.

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Miss Walker!

- How delightful. How are you?
- I'm very well, thank you.

She hasn't got a clue, has she,

about the vast, rich tapestry
of your fruity past?

And it would be very nice
if we could keep it that way.

Did you explain "tuft hunter" away

as a sporting term, then?

Oddly enough, it hasn't arisen.

Isn't she a bit insipid for you?

She's not really one of your

"sweet, interesting creatures", is she?

There's more to her than meets the eye.

You mean in bed?!

Not here, Tib.

Sorry!

Just be happy for me.

I am! I'm always happy

for you, my darling.

You know that.

But what about Mariana?

Is she happy for you?

Mariana's made her own choices.

Did Mariana ever really
have choices, like we did?

Until I inherited Shibden,
I had nothing.

No, no. You always had

something that money could never buy,

something that was always
going to take you

wherever you wanted to go!

Not everyone's a force
of nature like you are.

I don't know why I worry about Mariana.

She stole you from me.

Oh!

Although if it hadn't been her,

it would've been
someone else, wouldn't it?

After all, two jacks don't suit.

I'm going to have to
whisk Miss Walker away.

We only came to see
the Raphael and the Murillo.

I don't want her to strain her eyes

over things of lesser value.

And I promised Madame de Bourke
that I'd meet her

at the rue du Faubourg
Saint-Honore at ten.

Of course.

Charlotte!

Mrs. Milne, how are you?

Er, I'm afraid I have to steal
her away. It's time to go.

My aunt would have popped over herself,

but she's lucky if she can get
out into the garden these days,

with her ulcers.

So... No, so, she was anxious to know

if you'd been receiving her notes

my aunt.

Only with there being no reply,

she wasn't sure one way or the other.

Miss Walker?

Yes. I have been receiving them.

Oh, good! Oh, she'll be relieved

my aunt. Oh, and she
told me to assure you

that Miss Walker will
write to you herself

from Paris, now that they've got there.

We had a letter just last night.

And the good news is that Anne, my Anne,

our Anne is very much better.

She became ill with a fever

just after they set off to
London. She was knocked up,

- apparently.
- Oh, dear.

Oh, she's much better now.
But the net result is that

Miss Walker felt that my sister
has been working too hard,

which of course she has, and so

they've decided on another month.

They're going to the Alps.

- The Alps?
- Well,

Anne's always wanted
to conquer Mont Blanc,

and she thought the mountain
air would do them both

a world of good... which it will.

You do know that no-one
in Miss Walker's family

knew anything about this jaunt

until after they'd set off, don't you?

I don't think that's true, Miss Walker.

Well, it's as true as I'm sitting here.

How dare you tell me it's not true!

The trip was discussed for some time.

It was only the finer details

- they hadn't...
- At Shibden Hall, maybe.

Not anywhere else.

And why am I being sent
messages, anyway?

Why is my niece not
communicating with me herself?

Well, I know you... had
had a bit of a spat

with her. So...

... perhaps that was why.

My niece is a vulnerable young woman,

Miss Lister. If I had
had a spat with her,

it was only because

I was trying to communicate
to her how...

... how worldly your sister is.

Yes, but surely wouldn't that
make them ideal companions?

Would you not be more worried

if they were both
vulnerable in the Alps?

How can I put this?

Your sister...

... is...

... very manipulative.

Well... yes... Certainly, she
always gets what she wants.

But she's exceedingly
fond of Miss Walker,

as we all are at Shibden Hall,

and Miss Walker seems
exceedingly fond of her.

For two ladies disinclined to marry,

I don't think they could do better.

Oh, Marian!

You are naive.

Morning.

Oh, hello.

I thought I'd come and see
if you need a hand.

Your mother's in t'kitchen.

Ah, good.

Somebody who isn't
going to just muck about.

- I've done loads.
- Go and help your dad.

What do you want me to do?

Well, if someone unpacked
all these, we could clear

a bit of space and I could
start cooking a meal.

I wish I was moving in with you.

Is it no different?

They're just uncivilised.

Not... Not Thomas.

But... it's like Amy.

Even Amy doesn't want to learn to read.

What?

His uncle.

Making lewd comments all the time.

"You newlyweds... I know
what you newlyweds get up to".

And this smirk on his face,
and I have to laugh

like I think it's funny. And...

And then this morning,

Alf, who's thick,

chased me with a pig's head,
one they'd slaughtered yesterday,

all round the house and upstairs.

And they were all laughing.

Not... Not Thomas.

What?

Hello?

- Who's done that to you, lad?
- Piss off, you.

Where's your mother?

Where's your Uncle Ben?

Not Thomas?

Why did she even have to come here,
your Suzannah? Stupid bitch.

'Ey, 'ey, 'ey!

I thought he'd see t'funny side,

our Thomas.

He allus used to see t'funny side,

even when me dad were being a bastard.

Yeah, but it's not funny
for our Suzannah, is it?

You've grown up seeing pigs cut up.

She hasn't.

- Eh?
- S'pose.

Right. So think on. Or else
I'll be after you as well.

Do you know owt about this business

about Thomas and Dick tying your dad up

in t'pigpen?

When did you last see him, your dad?

Then. We had to go into Halifax.

- Who did?
- Me and Amy.

Wi' me mother.

Thomas was going to untie him
so he could go and apologise

to Miss Lister for being drunk. But...

... he never came back.

Well, he never did see
Miss Lister. She'd have said.

What do you think happened to him?

He went to America.

Yeah... Do you believe that?

Yeah.

Oh!

_

C'est parfait. Merci.

_

Did you ever imagine you'd be sleeping

between a cowhouse
and a hayloft in the Alps?

- I've never seen you like this.
- Like what?

Just so happy.

So alive.

Elderly Miss Walker warned us.

She said, "She'll have her
in Paris before we know it".

And has a truer word ever been spoken?

And who knows where they are now!

Geneva, apparently.

Halfway up Mont Blanc,
according to Marian.

Who we encountered in Halifax last week.

And, you see, what must she think?

It's the dereliction of duty
that bewilders me,

on top of what on earth
people will think.

Her aunt did everything
for her. Everything.

And now she's getting on

and can't get out so much
and needs companionship

and a helping hand, she's abandoned.

She's ignored, she's...

She's humiliated, as we all
are, because people will talk.

Of course they'll talk!

What Captain Lister and elderly
Miss Lister are thinking

I cannot begin to fathom.

When have they ever had
any say in the matter?

Well, you'd think, you'd hope,
they'd have some say

in the matter of Miss Walker
moving in with them all

at Shibden Hall.

- Oh, really?
- When?

When they return.
Oh, yes, that's the plan.

We were up at Cliffe Hill
a month, six weeks ago,

and she turned up.

We don't socialise with her

any more, just to be clear. But, yes,

she turned up.

It makes me shudder, Mrs. Priestley,

the idea of being

in the same room as her,

as sitting on the same sofa
she's... sat on.

So... they're going to...

... live together? At Shibden?

With Anne Lister's wit
and your cousin's money,

she could run the whole of Halifax.

You'd better do something
about it, Priestley.

Do you imagine I haven't tried?

She needs to feel

the consequences of what could happen.

She needs a husband.

Yes. Who?

- Well, I liked Mr. Ainsw...
- Not Mr. Ainsworth.

There must be someone.
She must be very eligible

with all that money,
despite her... that... that...

... health.

We've been through every possible...

What about Mr. James Ingham

of Blake Hall in Mirfield?

She visits them

from time to time. She used to.

Doesn't she? Catherine,
were they not friends

of her parents?

Did she and Elizabeth
not used to go visiting?

The Inghams!

Of Blake Hall.

In Mirfield.

Oh, James. Yes,

she's always mentioned
him fondly enough. But...

And as for elderly Miss Walker
up at Cliffe Hill

needing a companion and helper,

perhaps one of the younger cousins

might be called upon
to move in with her.

We shouldn't do that. It's wrong.

Is it hell! It's natural.

A fine woman like you...

I've got this thing...

... bothering me. You know at t'wedding,

when we were coming out of t'church?

Suzannah's dad said
this thing. He said...

He said, "It's a shame
your Sam's not here".

And I said, "Well, you could've
knocked me down with a feather

when they said he'd gone
to America", and he goes,

"But you were the one
that wrote and told them..."

... which has mystified me, Mary...

... cos I didn't.

Well, I don't know where
he's got that from.

Well, someone here.

Presumably you.

Or Thomas.

- Or one of t'kids.
- No.

It was just an assumption
that he'd gone to America.

No, he wasn't making it up.

Somebody here made it up.

So what worries me is that
somebody's hiding summat.

And then this...

- ... worries me as well.
- What?

I don't think you'd
be bothering wi' me...

... or anyone else
if you thought there were

the slightest chance of him
walking through that door.

He's dead, in't he?

"For the first time in my life, Fred,

I know not where to find you.

I'm sending this via your sister

at Shibden in the hope

that she at least will know
where to reach you.

I can coax neither rest nor appetite.

I am reduced to little more
than skin and bone.

You would not recognise me.

Your happiness and comfort
are very dear to me,

and I will not be
the last of your friends

to rejoice if, in Miss Walker,
all you desire has truly come.

I will never rob your
little friend of her due,

but I am by no means sure
that I could ever

be an impartial judge".

Tell me about Mrs. Lawton.

You looked so sad...

... looking over the letter
you got from her in Geneva.

She has a lot to deal with, that's all.

What saddens my friends saddens me.

What sort of things?

Well, she's not been
very well, and, erm...

... it's made her rather low.

Do you remember in Paris,
at the Louvre... ?

Mrs. Milne said a curious thing.

She laughed, and she turned
to Charlotte, and she said...

... "Mariana would not be too pleased

if she saw her successor".

I do wish you'd tell me things, Anne...

... otherwise I just look foolish.

All right. Look...

... what you have to understand
is that I'm older than you...

... and I've had...a life.

But you said you'd never
done this with anyone before.

I barely knew you when I said that.

I was terrified of what
you might think of me.

There has...

... been another.

And... And Charlotte
and Mrs. Milne know?

Because if they know about that,
they'll make assumptions about me.

No, no, no, no, no.
Not about that. This...

No, they only know
that Mariana and I were...

... devoted.

For a time.

Don't be jealous.

I'm so much happier now.

Happier than I've ever been.

Firm but fair, I'd say.

Fair when it suits her.

Either that or she'll jump through hoops

explaining why something is fair

when you both know it isn't.

When she interviewed me
in York, I was shaking.

She grows on you.

- Well, you get used to her.
- Mm.

- Is she... ?
- What, love?

A... man?

Ooh!

Ah! The new lad. Is it Ma... ?

- Matthew.
- Matthew. I'm Mr. Sunderland.

"At Saint-Etienne we visited
the Cote... Thiolliere coalpit.

Rapid descent. Adney looked frightened,

so I sent her back up to the top".

She calls Miss Walker Adney now.

- Andy?
- Adney.

- "Monsieur Vachier..."
- Why?

"... the chief engineer..." No idea.

- "... very civil..."
- She didn't take Miss Walker

- down a pit?!
- You know what she's like.

You could never accuse her of
not knowing how to show someone

a good time. "Then at Firminy,

Monsieur Morello showed me

how his 24-horsepower
steam-engine pump works.

I have learned a great deal.

It was here we heard
the unfortunate news

that Melbourne has
become Prime Minister.

Not for long, I trust,

or where will it end?

We travelled through the night
and arrived back in Paris

on Wednesday, and neither
of us were the worse for it.

My intention, if my carriage
doesn't collapse,

is to be back with you all at Shibden

no later than Saturday next".

Oh! "Mine and your new niece's
best love to you all".

I ought to get out more.

I think I might buy myself a little gig.

Eh, Mr. Sunderland?

First thing in the morning, we
should go over to Cliffe Hill

and see my aunt,

take her presents, let
her see how well I am,

not take any nonsense from her
and... put everything right.

She's here. She's here!

- She's here?
- Come on!

- You made it!
- Of course we made it.

I meant the carriage made it.

We were changing horses in Leicester

at two o'clock this morning.

Cordingley, Hemingway.

- Ma'am.
- You remember Matthew?

Ah! Matthew.

- Ma'am.
- How have you settled in?

Very well, thank you, ma'am.

- Hmm...
- Matthew, I'm George.

What's this "George"? Why
are we calling him George?

It's his middle name.

We found out when we
applied for his passport,

and Adney and I agreed

it was a much better
sort of name for a footman.

Oh!

Look at you! Eh? You've grown.

He's grown.

'Ey, look at this. Miss Lister...

... bought me a gold watch

in London. She said
I left the realm a boy

and came back a man.

_

_

How do you do?

Bonjour.

No, no.

This was as we were going
over the border

from Switzerland into Italy,
before we got to Mont Blanc.

I'd bought Adney some
lace handkerchiefs,

and then we were told at the hotel

that they'd be confiscated
by the customs house,

which vexed me, because
they were expensive.

- So...
- You didn't smuggle them?

- I had to!
- She pinned them

- inside her, erm...
- Drawers!

I had to! There was no other way.

That's contraband!

In the event, I needn't have bothered.

The Sardinian carabinieri
asked if there was anything

"a declarer",

and I just said, "Non", and that was it.

What if they'd searched you?

- They didn't.
- But what if they had?

- They didn't.
- But if they had?

Which they didn't.

- I've ordered a gig.
- You have?

A britzka. Did she tell you?

- You have?
- Brand-new.

I've ordered it from
Mr. Piercy in Halifax.

100 guineas.

Says he can deliver it
within a fortnight.

You do know those things
go very fast, don't you?

Oh, yes. But like Mr. Abbott
says, you can't hang about

when you get to my age.

Sorry, Mr... ?

- Abbott.
- We bumped into him

in Halifax.

Turns out he's not engaged to
Miss Greenwood of Field House.

Mr. Rawson lied.

Or... at least got the wrong end
of the stick or something.

He doesn't even know her.

That'll be the man from Pickfords.

- Who?
- I'm sending the carriage

up to Baxters in London to get
repaired and refurbished.

And then we should
get over to Lightcliffe.

And then I have

a thousand other things
I need to do today.

Ben?

Oh, hello! I was just talking to t'pigs.

Have they said owt interesting?

They're better listeners
than talkers, I find.

I was thinking,

wondering if, er...
if it's time you moved on.

When you came, at t'beginning,

it were never meant to be permanent.

Me and Suzannah, we'll be
starting a family soon.

I had this interesting conversation
with your mother about your dad.

What? What about me dad?

Well, first off, there's this
rubbish about me writing

to say that he'd gone to America,

which... I didn't.

And then, second, when I said to her,

"He's dead, in't he, or else
why lie about a letter?"...

... well, she's just a bit
shit at lying, in't she?

So, when she goes, "We don't know,

nobody knows what happened to him",

well, I just didn't believe her.

See, I think somebody here knows
more than what they're saying.

Or else why lie in t'first place?

Don't you be bullying me mother.

No, I didn't. I didn't.

I said to her, "I do know
what a bastard he was".

I know he was handy with his fists.

He knocked me about enough
when we were lads.

It wouldn't surprise me
if tempers'd got frayed and...

... one thing led to another.

Y'know, the great thing
about a pig is...

... it'll eat anything.

I grew up wi' pigs, same as your dad.

Same as you.

I know all about 'em.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not here to rock the boat, lad.

I couldn't care less.

But I don't really want
to have to move on.

I'm happy here.

I belong. I'm family. Eh?

I'm on your side.

Best foot forward.

Miss Walker and Miss Lister.

Aunt!

Oh, Miss Rawson! I didn't
know you visited here.

How are you, Aunt?

Well, I trust. I hope.

And I hope you'll be pleased
to know that I'm well too.

I'm better than I've been
for a long time.

Miss Lister was right

the mountain air agreed
with us both considerably,

and I feel changed.

- How do you do, Miss Rawson?
- Miss Walker.

Miss Lister, do you know my cousin Mary?

- Miss Rawson.
- Miss Lister.

We think we shall go back there.

Its recuperative properties
were so beneficial to us.

And soon.

Miss Walker.

We've brought you some gifts
back from our travels.

Adney chose them in Paris.
Her taste is impeccable,

much like your own, Miss Walker.

I can't imagine you won't be
delighted with them.

Should I sit with you, Miss Rawson?
What an exquisite dress.

Oh, thank you. I bought
it in Huddersfield.

Incandescent.

The colour suits you no end.

Good Lord, it matches
your eyes, the colour.

Your cousin, Miss Rawson,
believe it or not,

less than a few short
weeks ago came this...

... on the map, at least, close

to reaching the summit of Mont Blanc

and was only defeated by
the most atrocious weather.

We were hugely unlucky
and terribly disappointed,

but, as she says, we will go back.

I can't begin to tell you
the adventures we've had,

Aunt - the breathtaking
views we've seen,

things that really lift the soul.

We waded knee-deep

in alpine snow.

Are you going to sit down?

Please sit down.

Picture us, Miss Walker,

if you can, being carried
on the shoulders of our guides,

David and Michel,

who were waist-deep in water because

the bridge we had to cross

otherwise we'd have been
lost to the elements

- collapsed in the storm.
- Oh, you've never seen rain like it.

And the thunder and the lightning!

Miss Lister lost all her travel notes.

Gone in the deluge!

Fortunately for me,

I'd left my journal proper back
at Sallanches with Eugenie,

my lady's maid.

Mr. and Mrs. Edwards
were here last week.

Ah! Local news.

And they were telling me that in York,

Miss Lister, you are reported
to have said that you would

never have anything to do
with Miss Walker's

"troublesome friends" ever again.

- Aunt!
- I assume that you count me

as one of my niece's
"troublesome friends".

And in that capacity...

I'm afraid you've been sadly
misinformed, Miss Walker.

- And in that capacity...
- Aunt...

I've never said anything
of the sort. Nor would I.

- And in that capacity...
- It's not in my nature.

I'm confident Miss Walker
knows that much about me.

And in that capacity...

... I can assure you,

Ann, that your friends,
bothersome or otherwise,

will not bother you much at Shibden.

Aunt, you've... you've got to...

One day, these words
will make sense to you,

they will sink in.

And when they do, perhaps you'll realise

who your true friends are.

Or were,

if they still exist.

We're here to be friends, Aunt.

All this unpleasantness

is so tiresome, and I'd like
to put it behind us.

Can you not rejoice

at how well I am and be happy for me?

Miss Rawson isn't here on a visit.

She has kindly moved in
with me permanently

as my companion and help-meet.

I offered to come here two
years ago to look after you.

- That offer was rejected.
- You were ill.

I'd have been the one looking after you.

No, that wasn't why I wanted...

Now would have been the time
for you to step up to the mark.

But since you saw fit
to absent yourself abroad

and now put yourself at arm's length
by moving into Shibden Hall,

I have,

in consultation with your aunts

and uncles and cousins,

all of whom are as bewildered
as I am by the present...

... situation,

made alternative arrangements.

Oh! Mr. Priestley, Mrs. Priestley!
How delightful.

I'm sorry, I was just
outside. I was just...

We've come to pay a visit
on our cousin Miss Walker.

Oh, she's not here. She's
gone over to Lightcliffe

with my sister to pay
a call on your aunt

and then to pop in
at Crow Nest, I believe.

Can I offer you some tea?

- Er, no.
- Thank you.

Not if she's not here.

A glass of Madeira?

Well, if she's not here,
we ought to just...

My father's out too.

And my aunt's... indisposed.

She's expecting Mr. Sunderland.

But I can always see
if she'd like to try

- and come down...
- Please don't trouble her.

She'd be so pleased to see you.

As I say, our call was on Miss Walker.

If you could let her know...

- Of course.
- But you may give

our compliments to your aunt
and your father, of course.

Well, it's a shame you've missed them.

Her. They both have a wealth
of anecdotes about their tour,

as you might imagine!

And it sounds as though
it was most beneficial...

... health-wise and...
stimulating for them both.

And it was Miss Walker's
first time abroad!

Yes.

So... And yes, they've gone
over to Crow Nest, I believe,

to assess what Miss Walker
wants to leave over there

and what she wants to bring
over here, now she's...

Miss Walker being here
and how long she will remain

are two very different
things, Miss Lister.

Please be in no doubt
that no-one in her family -

and perhaps you could tell this

to your father and your aunt as well -

no-one is happy about any of this.

And the sooner it is
sorted out, the better!

Matthew, could you show
Mr. and Mrs. Priestley out, please?

Miss Lister.

Poor Marian.

I do wonder how much and
how little she understands.

The whole thing's sickening
for everyone concerned, isn't it?

I sometimes wonder
why we troubled ourselves

to rescue her from Scotland.

I sometimes wonder if it
wouldn't have been better

for all concerned if she...

What?

Had cut her wrist and succeeded.

- Eliza!
- I know. I know!

But surely it cannot be a worse
sin than what she's doing now.

What's happening with Mr. Ingham?

A negotiation with his family has begun.

Is that someone outside?

Go and see who it is, Jane.

She's determined to humiliate me.

She's determined to make me
look selfish and stupid.

I didn't offer to go and live
with her because I was ill.

The old woman's head is crammed
full of pother and untruths.

I should've guessed
she'd try and blindside us

with some nonsense,
but that's just so cruel.

And poor Mary's being used.
She barely knew where to look.

That's my house!

I own that house. She's only there

because she was left a right
to live in it by my father,

and then she goes and
humiliates me like this.

And it's to your great credit

you're not simply laughing
it off, but at the same time

it's a great shame you
can't do precisely that,

because, really...

It's a man and a lady and a horse.

... really, you ought to see it
for well, you said it

the nonsense that it is.

Well, I do! But other people won't.
It's her they'll listen to, not me.

Yes, well, then, that's something
we need to change, isn't it?

Ah, Mrs. Washington.

How do you do? Have you settled in?

I think so, thank you, Miss Walker.

Good. Miss Lister and I are
here to make an inventory

of items to be taken
over to Shibden Hall.

Of course.

- We'll only be an hour or so.
- Yes, ma'am.

Where's Eliza?

Are you sure it's all right
for us to be in here?

- Liza?
- Yeah.

Do you want to see the Japanese room?

The thing is... The thing
that nobody understands is,

apart from the fact that yet again
the whole family's been consulted

and I'm reduced to nothing
but a difficult invalid

who can't do anything useful or proper,

is the effect this all has on me.

- Hide.
- You said we were allowed in here!

- Hide!
- It's like I sabotage

my own head with a
thousand angry thoughts

that eat into my brain and
then they won't go away.

Well, that's because
you're very sensitive

and very thoughtful.

She's been like a parent to you
and now she's lashing out,

and it's hurtful as well as shameful,

especially when you've done
so much for her in the past.

You're not listening!

Of course I'm listening.

It doesn't matter how much
you try and rationalise it,

it doesn't go away. It just
goes round and round.

I was so determined

when we went there to...

... make friends and rise
above any unpleasantness.

Which is such a big step,
and to your immense credit.

And the important thing is
that in the heat of the moment,

you kept your temper... beautifully.

And when she sees that
her words and actions

have no effect, then, over time,

even if they do in private and
I know that's another matter

she'll be forced to behave
more and more reasonably

and all of this will stop.

The antidote to other
people's nasty nonsense

is to rise above it and keep busy.

I've lived steadfastly by
that tenet my whole life.

Come here.

The greatest thing that we can do

in the time it takes her
and... all the rest

to accept things as they are...

... is to keep our dignity...

... keep our nerve...

... and keep busy...

... just like you've been
advised by Dr. Belcombe.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to take your mind off things.

It isn't just Mr. and Mrs.
Priestley being odd. It was...

When I went over to see Miss Walker,

elderly Miss Walker, at Cliffe Hill
earlier in the summer

to see if she was receiving
the messages you'd sent,

she said something
that bothered me, and...

... I've never told anyone.

I don't want to upset you.

You won't upset me.

Well, she was being
difficult and unpleasant,

saying that Anne was manipulative.

But then she said,

"Your sister is unnatural".

And I said, "Yes, I know

she likes anything to do
with medicine or mining

or mathematics and all the things

women aren't supposed to be
interested in". And she said,

"No! Not that".

She said...

She said she had
a reputation... in York,

and soon everyone in Halifax
would know about it too,

and that she couldn't care less,

except for Miss Walker's reputation.

Nonsense.

Is it?

You've no idea how many tears
I've shed over Anne over the years.

It's not because I'm ashamed of her...

... not once, not for a moment,
but because I love her,

and I could never stand the thought

of anything nasty being said about her.

And when I hear
things like that, I think,

"Shame on them.

Shame on anyone who says it
or thinks it or listens to it".

Do you?

If these people, if any of these people,

had a fraction of her talent

for happiness, for friendship,

her passion for life,

for people and the world
and everything in it,

then they'd have something else
to talk about. But they don't.

Most people are...

... mundane and narrow.

And Anne...

... she's just got too much
about her for this world.

I've known it since she was 11.

They can't put her
into a neat little box,

and because that makes
her seem different,

they say hateful things
to try to belittle her.

It used to upset her when
she was younger, but now

she's strong and she's clever,
and they can't touch her.

And what harm does she do?

You look at Miss Walker's face.

Could she be any happier?

We shouldn't do this not here, not now.

No.

You're right.

So...

... what have we got?

I don't want to take anything from here.

I never liked this room.

It always gave me the creeps.
Let's start upstairs.

Oh, you've weed!

They can't do anything,
can they, my family?

Do anything how?

I used to worry that they
might try and have me...

... put away,

if they could...

... after my brother died,
because of my...

... problems, so they could get
their hands on my money.

And now if they're all so angry
about me being here with you...

They couldn't have done it then

and they certainly can't do it now.

You have taken control
of your own destiny.

Are you coming to bed?

Just give me a few minutes.

If you give me your watch.

I know how long your "few minutes" are

when you're writing your journal.

I, er...

... I found this letter waiting
for me when we got back.

It's from Mrs. Lawton.
She's in Scarborough.

She... She's not been too well.

Could I read it to you?

Ahem. "Dearest Fred..."

That's me.

"... your pages crowd so many
thoughts upon my mind

that I almost seem deprived of the power

of arranging my ideas.

As all is now decided,
with you and Miss Walker

living at Shibden, I realise
that if I cannot make you happy

I ought to rejoice that another can.

If my love has sometimes
perplexed you, it has been

more from the waywardness
of circumstances

than inconstancy in my nature.

I do lament the past

and regret its consequences".

And then she asks "if we may
at least now and then

enjoy the comfort of meeting".

She often - well, invariably -
calls here

when she crosses the Pennines
on her way back to Cheshire

from York or wherever, and
I wondered how you'd feel if...

... she did.

Erm, I can ask her not to,
of course, but...

On the other hand...

It might be too soon, but...

... it would make me very happy,

the thought that the three of us

could all get on and...

... be friends.

Yes, of course. I'd be
pleased to meet her.

I can... do this tomorrow.

Do you know what we should
do once you're all settled

and our wing is sorted out?

Visit all of your relatives.
A Grand Tour!

They've heard one side
of the thing from your aunt

and the Priestleys. Let them
hear another side from us.

And you did say to remind you,

when we got back,
to write to your sister

about the division of the estate.

I don't want to put you
under any undue pressure,

but if we are to sort out our
wills in one another's favour,

it does need doing.

First thing in the morning.
You can help me compose it.

Goodnight...

... Fred.

Well, she seems very happy.

It sounds like the trip
was a great success.

Not that bit!

You are being deliberately obtuse.

Perhaps not. She has
smuggled it in rather artlessly

at the end of the third paragraph.

- Oh, this, asking about the division of the estate?
- Mm.

What about it?

Well, isn't it rather odd?

It's... probably something we
should have done before now.

Except there's never been any reason to.

I suppose we didn't want
to address it when John died.

But it's been four years.

- Is it not sensible?
- But why's she asking now?

If she never marries, which...

... she seems to have
little inclination to do,

especially now she's
settling at Shibden Hall

with Miss Lister,

then the entire estate will
come to Sackville... ultimately.

So what would be the point

unless she is intending to marry?

Well, I hope we'd know
about it if she was.

Someone must have put
an idea in her head.

Probably that floppy cousin
of yours, Mr. Priestley.

What would it have to do with him?

Nothing!

Except they all prey on her.

And that might make it easier for them.

Well, I'm sure Miss Lister

will take care of anything like that.

I have no doubt Miss Lister
is a very good thing

and will no doubt protect her
against fortune hunters

significantly more effectively
than your cousin would.

But it would still seem
to be a waste of time

and money spent on lawyers
if it's all going to

come to Sackville
at the end of it all anyway.

Well, how should I reply, then?

Don't... yet.

I think we should dwell on it.

Anyway, you have enough
to think about at the moment.

I'm just intrigued to know
what's behind it.

Don't say I never bring you owt.

- What's that?
- Fell off t'back of a wagon.

What? No, it did!

William Hardcastle,

carting a load of stuff
along t'valley road.

All sorts - furniture,

paintings, crates full of booze,

Eh?

He's been at it since last week.

- They won't miss one.
- You stole it?

No! As if I'd do summat like that.

I...

Oh, don't be so soft. Fuck's sake.

- Here.
- Our Thomas is about.

Well, get it down yer, then!

- He'll go mad if he sees it.
- Yeah?

Where is he, eh?

Upstairs?

- Giving her one, is he, eh?
- Shush.

'Ey, shall I give you one?

- No!
- Come here.

- Don't!
- Eh?

They're all about somewhere.

'Ey, and put that away!
Hide it where nobody'll see it.

Come on. Just a nip. Huh?

You know you want to. Eh?

Go on. Just a taste.

- What's going on?
- Oops.

Just, er, nothing.

You've been drinking. What?

I haven't!

All right, just a little. I was
just saying to your mother,

it fell off t'back of a wagon.

Destiny, eh? Can't fight it.

I told you when you came here

we don't have alcohol in this house.

- Knock-off or otherwise.
- No, I know, as a rule.

Yeah. Ever.

- No harm done.
- No harm done?

Huh! Look at you.

And what were going on?

Your mum likes a drink.

It's only one bottle. Can't we enjoy it?

Enjoy it? After t'misery it's caused?

I'm not like your dad.

You know that. How
long have I been here?

You know I'm not a violent man.

- You were touching her.
- No, I don't think I was!

You're going to have to go.

Well, no, I think I've explained to you

- why I'm not.
- I've asked you to go nicely

- and now you're going.
- Leave him alone!

I'm not going anywhere, lad!

- I tell thee!
- Leave him alone!

What are you sticking up for him for?

Your mother, she likes me being here.

Don't you, love? Eh?

No.

That's right. You're not the
only lovebirds in the house.

Does your Suzannah know
about what happened to Sam?

Aye. You'll want to keep it
that way, won't you?

That's right. That's right.

I'm on your side! I told you.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Hey, whoa!

- Oh, good Lord.
- Slow down!

- Whoa!
- Oh! Eugh.

Look at that, eh?

Anne!

Come here.

Where did you get those horses from?

They came with it, all in
with the hundred guineas.

Smiler's a rather giddier
than expected four-year-old.

- Are you all right, Father?
- Yes. Yes. Yes...

You going to be all right,

getting on and off that, Captain Lister?

He can't control it. He's dangerous.

He clipped the wheel of another carriage

coming down Horton Street

and he nearly knocked one old woman over

coming up the Old Bank.
You'll be getting complaints.

It certainly is... very shiny.

- You've shaken Marian up, Father.
- Oh, she'll be all right.

- How does it handle?
- Well, it's, er...

- ... it's lively.
- Could I, erm... ?

No! No. You keep your hands off it.

I don't want you damaging it.

Where's Joseph? Joseph!

- Captain Lister.
- George. We call him George now.

- Just see to the horses.
- Sir.

Oh, and we collected the postbag

from Mrs. Bagnall at the post
office. I think there's one

- for you from Mrs. Lawton.
- It's a wonderful thing,

Captain Lister.

- Hardcastle!
- Ma'am?

There's one less bottle
of Madeira in the back there

than when this cart left Crow Nest.

I've not had it, Miss Lister.

You're responsible for the load.

"Dear Freddy,

we left Scarborough
earlier than anticipated,

as the sea bathing did little for me

and my eyes are no better.

It was a week ago

that I passed within
100 yards of your door

at Shibden, and...

... for the first time
in my life, you knew it not.

That I knew it

and felt it as I passed,
you will not doubt.

I now know it is my duty
to dote on you less.

Heaven bless you, my Fred, and make you

as happy as your own Mary ever did.

I'm satisfied that for the future

you shall be spared any annoyance

originating from me. Mary has loved you

dearly, fondly and faithfully,
and she loves you

no less at present.
But she loves you too well

to be a source of discomfort to you.

Though we should never meet again,

my wishes and prayers
for you will not cease.

Entirely and affectionately yours,

Mariana".

No...

No!

♪ Behind her back she's Gentleman Jack ♪

♪ A Yorkshire lady of renown ♪

♪ Ever so fine won't toe the line ♪

♪ Speak her name, gentlemen frown ♪

♪ At Shibden Hall she had them all ♪

♪ The fairer sex fell under her spell ♪

♪ Dapper and bright
she held them tight ♪

♪ Handsome Anne seduced them well ♪

♪ Jack-the-lass, Jack-the-lass
no-one likes a Jack-the-lass ♪

♪ The code is cracked
your bags are packed ♪

♪ The knives are out
for Gentleman Jack. ♪