All language subtitles for Gentleman Jack 2x03 - Tripe All Over the Place, Presumably (English)

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

- We shouldn't do this.
- With Anne Lister's wit

and your cousin's money,
she could run the whole of Halifax.

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

- It's time you moved on.
- I'm happy here.

I belong. I'm family.

A new will?!

You did say to remind you,
when we got back,

- to write to your sister.
- First thing in the morning.

Asking about the division of the estate.

- How should I reply, then?
- Don't... yet.

I've asked her to come
and live with me at Shibden.

Tell me about Mrs Lawton.

"A week ago, I passed
within a hundred yards of Shibden.

"And for the first time,
you knew it not.

"It is my duty to dote on you less."

No!

"Fahrenheit 51 degrees at 8:35.

"Read from page 347 to 362,
Bakewell's Geology.

"Breakfast at 8:55, and reading
the Morning Herald till 10:30.

"Prayers in half an hour at 12:15.

"Mr Sunderland came at one
to see my aunt, then off to church

"with Adney at 2:15.
There in 18 minutes.

"Mr Wilkinson did all the duty

"and preached 29 minutes
from Peter, verse 4, chapter 18.

"I beguiled the time by dozing.

"Home at 4:40.

"Dined in 40 minutes
at five minutes past six,

"having read to page 427
of Bakewell's Geology.

"25 minutes with my father and Marian,

"then coffee upstairs and read aloud

"to Adney the first two
chapters, volume one,

"Gutzlaff's A Sketch Of Chinese History.

"Then she, on the amorosa,

"I happening to say I wished
we were in bed, she said,

"'Well, let's go and
take our drawers off, '

"which she did,
and in quarter of an hour

"had a pretty good kiss.

"Then put on my pelisse again

"and at 9:40 went to my aunt
for 20 minutes.

"Fine day. Fahrenheit 53 degrees."

Good Lord, listen to this.

"The Leeds-Selby railway
was opened yesterday

"with neither ceremony nor incident."

What do you think about that,
Mr Washington?

They're popping up everywhere.

- The country'll be riddled with them.
- Apparently, railways are unhealthy.

They cause headaches and biliousness,

and a cow exploded.

Sorry?

- Apparently.
- Good heavens!

In Hereford. They won't catch on.

Tell me about this... cow.

It exploded. In Hereford.
Or was it Hertford?

- Hampshire?
- One of them.

It roared past at 15 miles an hour

and this cow must have,
you know... exploded.

How?

Well, from fright. Shock.

- Just the one?
- Is that possible?

- No.
- So there's a whole herd of them?

I didn't say there was
a whole herd of them.

And just the one explodes?

It might have been the only cow present.

I don't know, I wasn't there!

Well, if it was in a field
on its own it's more likely

to have been a bull, surely?

Whatever the sex of the beast,
however many were present,

this one apparently exploded.

You're painting a very confused
picture there, Marian.

It must have made a mess.

Do you think someone's
been pulling your leg?

No!

I think it's the dizzying effect

of a carriage with no horses pulling it,

travelling past
at such abominable speed.

Well, you'd better stay indoors, Marian.

We don't want you exploding.

Who was it who told you all this tripe?

No-one.

Tripe all over the place, presumably.

What do you think
of the railways, Mr...?

Was it Mr Abbott?

Erm, he...

No, not...

I think the railways will revolutionise

the country, ma'am.

The anxiety, of course, is
that they'll ruin the canals,

because it isn't only
passengers they'll carry,

it's goods, heavy goods,

at a faster rate than the canals,

and in bigger bulk, so...

at a cheaper price, too.

Mm.

Was there anything else?

Just to say that Thomas Pearson
and Joseph Stocks

have both separately
expressed an interest

in the tenancy
of the Stump Cross Inn, ma'am.

When the time comes,

when the Staups purchase
is signed and sealed.

Mm. Thank you.

Ma'am.

Joseph Stocks is one of us,
isn't he, Father?

Mm?

A good, staunch blue.
That's going to matter soon.

It's fairly certain we're
heading towards an election

at abominable speed.

Eugh, not another one.

Don't we have canal shares?

We do, yes.

Well, shouldn't we be looking
to get railway shares instead?

Marian thinks they won't catch on.

Or someone

she's been talking to does.

What are your plans today, Miss Walker?

Oh, er, we're going out,

Anne and I. We're going to
visit all my family.

All of them? All in one day?

- Well...
- All of them.

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Oh, and then we were in Vichy. Vichy?

Oui.

Well, by this time we were
racing to get back to Paris

and we were staying in
this hotel. What was it called?

Monterrat. Monterray. Monterr...

It'll be in my journal.

Well, so, Anne had already
had a spat the previous evening

with the woman over the price
to pay for us all to stay there...

They all try and take advantage
of English people,

especially if the weather's bad.

They're all hideously poor, of course,
since the last uprising in 1831.

Wretched town, very sadly damaged.

So Miss Lister,

she went to order the horses,
but the woman said

that there were none to be had,
not until next week.

She went over to La Poste
and they said the same thing...

You see, this is the thing
with the radicals and their rhetoric.

If they saw the poverty
in France since the troubles,

they'd shut up.

So, what did Miss Lister do?

She went out into the street
and she raced after

the first vehicle that passed us,

which happened to be
a sort of a hay wain,

and she asked the man
if she could hire his horses.

And, of course, he said yes.

I had to offer him a few extra sous.

I wasn't about to be held captive

so the whole town could
drain more money from us.

But it didn't stop there.

So, the next day he turned up,

but he didn't have the four horses.

Do you own canal shares, Mr Rawson?

Er, yes. Yes, we do.

And do you believe that the railways

will ruin the canals?

You'd hope there'd be room for both,

but everyone's nervous,

so there's no new investment.

And then everyone has different ideas

about the best way forward.

I think if we are to compete

with the railways, we need to build

lighter boats that can move faster.

But how can that work?

Even if there was more money,
the bigger boats

- will always set the pace.
- Remove them.

- That's easier said than done.
- Our Joseph...

- Geo... George.
- George.

And then you see others
want to deepen the cut

to allow even bigger ships,
a ship canal.

But where's the money,

either to construct it
or to maintain it?

The basin at Sowerby Bridge
was cut too deep

and now they can't maintain the sides.

What we need is a man
of vision and energy

who can unite us all
in one achievable plan. But...

- where is he?
- She needed to find somewhere private

to clean herself up,

but there were no ladies' cabinets.

So she used the men's!

Honestly, George didn't know
where to look!

There you are, my boy!

Good lad!

A whole sovereign!

Oh, get down.

Get... Get down.

From Miss Lister,
I think her handwriting.

I just had another do.

You know, that giddiness in my head?

I was out there, by the window.

I had to come in here and sit down.

Well, I don't know. Send for a doctor.

Write to your brother about it.

I was thinking about inviting her over.

Charles?

Anne.

I might invite her over.

Charles?

- For a few nights, Charles.
- Hmm?

Well, why not?

Come on, boys!

"My dear Mary,

"I never suspected the possibility

"of reproach from that quarter
whence I least deserved it."

Reproach?

"But those of us who might be

"supposed to know us best are not always

"those who do us
the most rigorous justice."

Oh!

"Had you believed me more often
and known me better,

"it would have saved us both much pain.

"But if Heaven has willed it otherwise,
let us not complain.

"You trusted me too little
for happiness.

"Confidence was too much shaken
on both sides.

"The last blow on mine was too severe.

"Be comforted.

"Be assured that you have acted
wisely for us both.

"You did right

"not to call in at Shibden
as you passed."

- Anne!
- "The reflections to which

"any meeting between us would give rise

"could only be painful.

"Mary, there has ever been
a film across your eyes to me,

"and you have feared where no fear was.

"You have doubted where
no doubt ought to have been.

"And why seek farther for a reason
of our present position

"with regard to each other?

"Our happiness together
was become too difficult.

"With affectionate memories
of times past, Anne Lister."

Goodbye!

We should travel to Selby

and take a look
at this railroad ourselves.

Eliza?

Your mother says you and
our Jane have been fighting.

It isn't like you,
picking on the little ones.

I thought you were cleverer than that.

And then shouting at your mother.

I wasn't.

She were picking on me.

Our little Jane?

So what was it about?

I told her something,

and then she starts making up
rhymes about it, like it's funny.

So I had to clip her one, that's all.

And then I'm the one
that gets shouted at.

- You made her cry!
- And?! What do you think this is?

Well, then, tell me what it was about.

'Ey, come on.

We're pals, you and me.

We can tell each other stuff, can't we?

I don't like seeing you upset.

Henry's mother told him
he hasn't to bother with me any more.

Little Henry Ha...?

Why?

Why?

Because she says I always get
him into trouble, and I don't.

He's lucky I bother with him.

No-one else does, cos he can't run.

When have you been in trouble?

We haven't. I don't know
what she's on about.

Lads are complicated.

Come on.

I told your mother I'd set t'table.

Six women in the house,

and I'm the one setting t'table!

Come on.

'Ey! Did you...?

- Did she apologise?
- What was it about?

Oi!

I told her to apologise.

- Eliza!
- Don't bother.

There was something else
I needed to talk to you about.

- What?
- Suzannah's been here.

All day. Again.

She'd only just gone when you came back.

She...

She...

What?

She asked if she could come back here.

I know! I told her.
I said, "You were warned.

"I begged you not to marry him."

Not him, but... them.

And we can't have her back, can we?

I mean, what would it look like?

No! No. No, we can't.

But has summat else happened?

Thomas said he'd tell his Uncle Ben
to move on.

But he hasn't. And he, er...

Oh, I don't know.

She'll just have to stick it out.
I've told her.

You should've put your foot down!

Yes! Well,

she was very persuasive, wasn't she?

She says...

Ben, the uncle...

he says things.

And he... touches her.

And?

- Does Thomas know that?
- Yes.

And he does nothing?

That's what she says.

Oh. She's here. We can have us teas.

Where've you been?

Helping me mother over at Crow Nest.

I did tell you.

One of you go shout your Uncle Ben. Alf.

I don't know where he is.

Amy?

Look, just go shout him, see. Alf!

I don't know where he is.

I've not seen him since this morning.

Happen he's gone.

Why would he?

Well, I've been asking him to move on.

Happen he's finally got t'message.

Uncle Ben? Uncle Ben!

- Do you think he has?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he'd got bored of us

and slung his 'ook.

Uncle Ben?!

How've you got them cuts?

And on your face?

Dunno.

Suzannah, what's this word?

Let's have a look.

Consequences.

You're our treat, Mrs Rawson.

We've been paying house calls all day,

and we've saved you till last.

You know everyone's talking
about you, don't you?

Oh, they'll soon get bored
of us when they realise

there's very little to talk about.

You need to be careful, Miss Walker.

They're all worried
you're going to learn

to walk like Miss Lister.

And BE like her.

And according to my daughter,
Mrs Waterhouse,

one Miss Lister is quite enough

to move in such an eccentric orbit,

we don't need two.

You look very well, Mrs Rawson.

Oh, she's changing the subject.

- Very well indeed.
- Well, I was 81 yesterday.

Good heavens,
you don't look a day above 50.

Oh, how we laughed.

We called in at Wellhead
to see Mrs Waterhouse,

but she wasn't in.

I was hoping to speak to Mr Waterhouse

in his capacity as chairman
of the Navigation Committee.

Oh, yes. Well, he's another one

with all his fingers in all the pies.

Oh, you really must come and see us
up at Shibden Hall, Mrs Rawson.

Come and see how cosily set up

Miss Walker and I
are in our neat little upstairs wing.

I'm sure you'd be perfectly satisfied
and even...

quite charmed by our arrangement.

Oh, I might.

But it's not me that matters, is it?

Oh? You always matter.

If you're alluding to my aunt,
Mrs Rawson,

as I imagine you are...

Miss Walker did all she could
for her aunt,

and her reward seems to be nothing but

petty-minded accusations of neglect.

Miss Lister believes
people ought to hear both sides

- of something...
- I can't hear her.

Yes, and really Miss Walker's aunt

ought to be very happy for her.

Look at her, she's the picture
of health and happiness

since our tour of the Alps.

Mrs Edwards, her cousin at Pye Nest,

was so pleased with her this morning

and commented particularly
on how well she looked,

and made the observation,
entirely unprompted,

that people should not grow
mouldy at home.

And I ask you, in all sincerity,

could two unmarried ladies do better?

You know all of this nonsense
began because of

a harmless incident that Mrs Priestley

entirely misunderstood.

I was looking after Miss Walker
at Crow Nest.

This is more than 18 months ago.

Oh, I heard...

Yes, and I know what you heard.

A fiction fuelled by,

dare I say it,

jealousy.

Mrs Priestley is deep, Mrs Rawson.

Deep.

But there we have it.

We rarely think of it.

Miss Walker and I have chosen
to rise above it,

and we have a thousand better things

to expend our energies on.

I believe anything she tells me.

- I wish you visited me more often.
- Oh?

Just looking at her
makes me feel about, oh,

a hundred years younger.

I hope Christopher
isn't still irritating you.

I rarely think of him.

13 house calls?!

You'll wear Miss Walker out.

Anne sometimes forgets
that not everyone has her energy.

For you, my dear.

You've had some visitors as well,
Miss Walker.

- Captain Sutherland.
- A Miss Horsfall.

And then a Mr James Ingham.

Oh, Mr Ingham?

Of Blake Hall in Mirfield, yes.

Would you like a glass of Madeira
before dinner?

- Who's he?
- He's, erm... Yes, thank you.

His parents were friends of my parents.

We've all known one another
since we were children.

You've never mentioned him.

Were you expecting him?

No.

Was his wife with him?

- No, he was on his own.
- Oh, he's not married.

- He said he'd call again.
- Did he?

Possibly with his brother
and his brother's wife.

"Elizabeth is delivered

- "of a fine thumping boy."
- Oh!

"Mother and baby are both doing well."

I'd forgotten she was pregnant.

He's to be christened John,
after my brother.

Oh!

No mention of the division
of the estate.

It's been how many weeks since I wrote?

- It's not even mentioned.
- Marian?

Why don't you ask Matthew
to go into the cellar

and get one of the bottles of champagne
we brought over from Crow Nest,

and then we can drink
to the baby's health at dinner.

And keep your eye on Matthew.

We don't want any more bottles
disappearing into thin air.

Steady on.

It's been a long day.

Yes, and a good one. Let's not spoil it.

You know how silly you got in the Alps

with all that Roussillon wine.

It's not even alluded to.

I've just been ignored.

Well, then,
you must write to them again.

Why do people think they can ignore me?

Perhaps the request
was too subtly hidden

at the end of that third paragraph.

It's as if I'm invisible.

You are not invisible.

People need educating, that's all.

That's why today was a triumph.

Was one door shut in our face?

The truth is what WE show people it is,

not some bitter tittle-tattle
from Mrs Priestley.

And if it becomes necessary,
we shall employ Mr Parker.

They can't ignore a man of law,
can they? Mm?

I was...

I was worried
you were ignoring me today.

- When?
- In the carriage.

You were so animated in company,

and then in the carriage,
you barely spoke.

I'm sorry if I was like that. I...

I wasn't aware.

"Dearest Fred.

"I do not think you understand

"the misery of indecision I felt
when I drove past Shibden.

"Now, whilst I do not yet feel able
to meet your little friend,

"although I hope in the fullness of time
that will change..."

"I do regret very much

"that I did not see you."

"There are things between us
that need to..."

"There are things still to say."

"Some things are perhaps
better left unsaid."

"But at the same time..."

"Could Miss Walker spare you
for one or two nights

"to visit me at Lawton?"

Hello?

Hello?

- Where is everyone?
- Work.

Your mother told me

about the conversation you had
yesterday with her.

It's all sorted out.

What?

He's gone. Ben. He's gone.

Has he? When?

- Yesterday.
- Has he?

Definitely? For good?

- Who knows?
- Right.

All right.

Well, if he comes back...

you come and see me.

All right?

Yeah.

If Thomas can't deal with him...

I can.

Right.

Where's he gone?

I don't know. I don't care.
Nobody does. He's just... gone.

And not told anyone he was going?

No.

Like Sam.

Yeah.

He comes back, you tell me.

Straight away.

Yep.

Hey!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

After you, Miss Lister.

Right.

Ah, Mr Waterhouse.

Father. Miss Lister...

I bumped into your son at the library.

And I was saying
I should like to speak to you

in your capacity as chairman
of the Navigation Committee.

I did explain that you'd be busy, but...

But that you'd probably be
happy to... To...

Yes, of course.

What can I do for you? Please.

I've heard certain concerns
voiced lately

about the management of the Navigation,

and in light of the threat
from the railways

and as shareholder,

I'm anxious to be as well informed
in the matter as I can be.

Do you have a list of proprietors?

I do, yes.

Can I see it?

People might take a dim view

of me sharing a list of the proprietors
with you, Miss Lister.

- Why?
- Well, it could be considered

confidential information.

Is the number of shareholders
confidential information?

- Off the top of my head...
- Roughly.

- 637.
- And I assume,

as shareholder,
I am legally permitted to know

the present sum total
of Navigation stock?

Just under �160,000.

So, if the dividends were due now,

there'd barely be enough to pay
the shareholders their 5%.

Well, that's...

I couldn't comment on that.

Why? Why not, Mr Waterhouse?

You're the chairman of the
sub-committee, so surely you know?

We live in a volatile climate,
Miss Lister.

What might be true one day
isn't necessarily so the next.

Well, I'm keen to ascertain,
in this volatile climate,

that my money is being
laid out judiciously.

It's always laid out judiciously.

It is true

some people think too much
was spent expanding upwards

from Salter Hebble.

Others... don't.

Is it true that the canals
are going to be deepened

for larger vessels?

- It's one option.
- It's an expensive option.

Doing nothing is an expensive option
in a competitive world,

and deepening the channels to make way

for bigger vessels
would be very good for, well,

anyone in coal, for instance.

The stuff could be shipped
to London very cheaply.

Any dealing in bulk commodities

could benefit from the introduction
of bigger vessels.

- Is that your favoured option?
- Yes.

When does the sub-committee
meet to decide these things?

This afternoon.

Oh. Really?

It's not law to make the concern public.

And, frankly, I believe it's prudent

to keep it that way.

I believe it's in the best
interests of shareholders,

in the present climate,

if the sub-committee reaches
a good decision quickly

about the best way forward.

As a friend,
would you advise me to sell out?

- No.
- Would you sell out?

No!

Good heavens, the extension to Halifax
was only built six years ago.

What would it look like if I sold out?

Mm.

Would you mind letting me know

on what measures
the sub-committee decide?

I'm fascinated by all of this.

Would you mind sending a note?

I'll... Yes,

I'm sure I can find time to do that.

Would it be possible to borrow a
copy of the last Navigation Act?

I assume you have copies
for shareholders to look at?

Yes, I...

Yes, I'll have a copy sent up

- to Shibden Hall.
- Hmm.

Actually, Miss Lister, before you go,

- I was just wondering whether...
- And then he detained me further,

insisting that this new
Selby-to-Leeds railway

was a poor concern and that
it would never pay for itself.

So what are you going to do with that?

The Navigation Act? Read it, study it.

Here we are.

"My dear Miss Lister,

"we had a committee meeting

"this afternoon where,
after ample discussion,

"the committee coincided
in opinion on to what extent

"and upon what scale it would be prudent

"and desirable to undertake
the improvements projected."

Is that it?

It isn't even English.

"On to what extent."

"I remain yours most truly,
J Waterhouse."

What does this tell me?

Hmm? Nothing.

It tells me they had a meeting,
and we knew that.

They're panicking. He's panicking.

They've spent all this money

and now they don't know how
to protect their investment.

Our investment.

There's such a sad want

of good leadership in this town.

And what if you'd damaged it?

Mm?

Oh, we're not still talking about that?

It's all wear and tear.

I said no and I meant... Yes,
we are still talking about it.

It needs to be run in.

You've only been out in it
twice since you got it.

It does not need to be run in.
It needs to be in that barn...

Coach house.

- We now call it a coach house.
- Where I can see it.

You shouldn't really
have taken it, Anne.

Not after Father said he didn't...

She's never had any respect
for people's property,

even when she was tiny.

I was doing you a favour.

And it was your idea, Marian.

- What?!
- I was testing it.

You said you were worried
about how safe he was...

It was.

I meant with Father dri...

I mean, I didn't mean for you
just to just go and take it.

Are you interested in hearing
about these canal shares or not?

So...

we're going to take
Charles Howarth to Hull,

Adney and I.

He's going to choose
some good Riga oak logs

from one of the wholesalers at the docks

to replace all of
our upstairs floorboards.

- Is he?
- Yes.

- And then, we shall come back...
- Yet more banging.

And... Yes, more banging.

And then we shall come back via Selby

and take a good look
at this railway ourselves, hmm?

Oh, and there was a letter
for you this afternoon

from Mrs Lawton as well.

Did you see it?

I put it on your desk.

She brought all of this on herself.

There are so many times
she could've just had me.

Forever.

And...

Fuck it.

"Dear Mr Waterhouse,

"I am obliged for your note

"and the copy of the Navigation Act.

"I should be glad to take
the most proper means

"of gaining information
respecting the nature

"and extent of the improvements

"which the committee will think
it advisable to recommend."

"It would have given me
enormous pleasure

"to derive such information
from yourself,

"but I have no doubt
you have sufficient reason

"for withholding it.

"Perhaps the committee
will take into consideration

"whether it may be proper
to draw up some report

"of your view of the subject

"so that the general proprietors
may not be called upon,

"at the next general meeting,
to come to a determination,

"the reasons for which

"they have had no previous
opportunity of considering.

"Believe me very truly yours,

"Anne Lister."

You were quiet at dinner.

Are you going to tell me
what's the matter?

I...

This afternoon, I...

I sent for Washington.

I thought it would be a good idea.

I thought you'd be pleased with me,

and I asked him to write to my sister

about the division of the estate.

I thought it would be more formal

than a letter from me,

but less aggressive
than a letter from a lawyer.

But he refused.

He said it was a family matter

and he shouldn't like to get involved.

And then, after he'd gone, I thought...

Well, first of all, I thought,

if you'd asked him
to do something like that,

- he wouldn't even question it.
- Well, that's not necessarily...

So that's one thing.

And then I remembered
that when my brother died,

Captain Sutherland became very efficient

at sorting things out.

And, at the time, I was grateful.

We were in such turmoil...

And then there was all the trouble

with John's widow, Fanny,
which was awful.

But in the middle of it all,

he became very friendly with Washington,

Captain Sutherland did,

and with Mr Parker too.

And that's why I just...

I just don't know
if I could trust either of them

to act in my best interests.

That's interesting.

I didn't know that Captain Sutherland

- even knew Mr Parker. Or Washington.
- Mm.

What happened with Fanny?

Oh, well...

After she returned from Naples,
where John died,

she believed that she was pregnant.

And if she had been,

the entire estate
would've been the child's.

But there was no baby.

And then,

because they'd been married
so briefly and no heir,

Captain Sutherland employed
Mr Parker to expedite,

based on the stipulations
in my father's will,

the estate coming to me and Elizabeth.

So Fanny was paid off,

and that was that. But, yes,

Captain Sutherland
and Washington and Mr Parker,

they were as thick
as thieves by the end.

I wouldn't worry about Washington.

Perhaps he has a point,

he perhaps feels between a rock
and a hard place.

But the legal thing...

Perhaps it would be better
to use someone not local.

There's another lawyer I use
from time to time in York,

Mr Gray.

Why don't we go and speak to him

and instruct him in the matter?

Hmm.

You know,

you're the only person

I've ever really been able
to trust, since John died,

about anything.

How's Mrs Lawton?

- Hmm?
- Her letter.

Oh, the usual.

Feeling sorry for herself.

I see they've made a good job
of the drift, ma'am.

I were up there this morning.

I'm thinking of calling it Walker Pit,

after my...

In compliment to Miss Walker.

How are you?

I'm well, ma'am. Thank you.

And I thought you might be
interested to know,

I got wind yesterday of a tale

that the Rawsons
had been trying to do a deal

over Samuel Hall's coal,
other side of Lower Brea,

which, if it happened, could
have been catastrophic for you.

They could've had you surrounded,

only it's all fallen through.

- How do you know this?
- Well, they're all talking about it.

I mean, obviously it were behind
closed doors for long enough,

but now that the deal's off,

tempers have got frayed
and it's all out in the open.

Rawson found out the land was entailed.

And he asked Samuel Hall

for a bond of indemnity,
apparently, for �3,000.

Mr Hall said no,
and that were it, all off.

It's good of you to come
and tell me this, Holt.

Well, here's the thing.

I've spoken to Mr Hall,

and whenever he's prepared
to discuss his coal again,

he'll come to me. And I'll come to you.

Could you get me,
does such a thing exist,

a general coal plan
for the whole neighbourhood?

You and I should anticipate
things like this.

Yeah, let me look into that. Erm...

Y'know, er...

this is bad news for Mr Rawson.

Without it,
short of continuing to pilfer,

he has very few places left to go.

And I can't help but think
that they haven't got

much of their own coal left to get.

And now you've got Spiggs,
ma'am, potentially,

you are a bigger concern than they are.

Listen to this.

"Applications for railroads
to be built from Sheffield

"to Rotherham, Selby to Hull,
Cambridge to London,

"Great Yarmouth to Norwich,
York to Selby and London to York

"for the conveyance of goods,

"passengers, bullion and public mail."

And at Doncaster,

"the London-to-York railroad
would connect

"with the West Riding of Yorkshire.

"Railroad travel is expected
to increase threefold.

"After deducting expenses,

"shareholders can expect
a dividend of 10%."

Confident, aren't they,
these railway men?

And they'll all want coal.

The railway charges
six shillings and eight pence

per ton from Leeds to Selby,

whereas the dues on the Aire
and Calder canal are seven shillings,

and there's your freightage
on top of that

at another two and six per ton, so...

Oh, and the railway's
just going to get faster.

I mean, in ten years' time,
they're talking about speeds

of up to 40 and 50 miles an hour.

I mean, just think, you could have
breakfast at your hotel in Leeds

and you could be at your hotel
in London in time for your tea.

Imagine, capacity and speed.

- Do you work for the railways?
- No.

Well... not directly.

Edward Vickers, ma'am.

My family makes steel. In Sheffield.

Ah.

I had some excellent
surgical blades made

in Sheffield in 1828.

Miss Lister dissected a baby
once, in Paris.

It was dead.

Looking for something?

What are you looking for?

Nothing.

You won't find anything.

You'd better not have
done anything to him.

He's gone.

All right? He's moved on.

And we're all better off
without him, you included.

If I find out any different...

I'll tell her.

Suzannah.

See what she thinks of you then, eh?

There's nothing to tell her.

And if there's one thing
you should've learned by now,

Mother, surely to God,

it's to know when to keep
your stupid mouth shut.

I saw Mr Washington this morning.

Up at Whiskham. He was saying
summat about

how you'd told our Henry

not to bother wi' their Eliza
any more. Is that right?

Only he was saying
she were upset about it.

Aye, well there's been

a couple of incidents,
hasn't there? So...

Has there? I don't know.

She's a...

She's a bugger, is Eliza.

I thought you liked her.

I did.

I liked the fact that
she took him under her wing

when he started at that school, but...

But what?

They were up at Crow Nest.

Yeah.

Messing about.

All right.

She says that she could show him round.

In all t'nice rooms.

Well, you know they only live
in t'kitchen and t'servants' quarters,

they don't have run o' t'house.

- Right.
- But she says,

"Oh, no, I'll show you round,"

like it's all, you know, allowed.

Anyway, they were in one room,

a big room, with all curtains
and painted wallpaper

and gold furniture,

and apparently...

they heard...

Miss Walker and Miss Lister...

Well, they must have arrived
unexpectedly to look for things.

Well, I don't know.

And anyway, Eliza's suddenly
telling him to hide,

they're so clearly not supposed
to be there at all.

So they got shut in this room

with Miss Lister and Miss Walker,

hiding behind a cupboard
or a chest of drawers or summat and...

It's not funny.

It's not funny because he wet himself,

he were that frightened. All right?

And what if he'd have got caught?

What would they have thought of him?

She'd have stopped paying for him
to go to that school, for a start.

So that's why.

And...

What?

What? What?

They were kissing.

- What, Henry and Eliza?!
- No. No, no.

Miss Lister...

and Miss Walker, they were...

kissing. In the room.

He described it.

And, well, that's what it sounded like.

- I don't know what else it can have been.
- What? Kissing?

- Like...?
- Like...

married people kiss.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't want to know.

But it's bothered him,
and it's bothered me.

Lord knows what they were doing,
Lord knows what they saw.

But the point is,

but for Eliza, he wouldn't have.

All right?

- But do you think they...?
- I don't want it mentioned again.

I don't want anything to do with it.

I liked Mr Gray very much.

Sorry, I know I keep saying it, but...

I do appreciate all the things
that you do for me, Anne.

I hope you know how much.

There was something I wondered
if I could ask of you.

Of course.

It's delicate. It's...

difficult.

And I've been trying to ignore it,
but it won't go away.

I hate to think of any
of my friends being wretched.

Mrs Lawton.

She really is very low.

This, you and me...

it's been quite a blow for her.

I don't think I appreciated
quite how much

till the last letter I got from her.

She's asking to see me.

She's asking me to go over

and, erm...

I won't go
if you don't want me to, but...

I do wonder, for my own peace of mind,

for my own...

equilibrium.

I think she needs to see me.

To see I'm happy now.

And that that's it, for me and her.

So she can accept it.

Do you understand?

Why did she not call in
when you said she might?

She couldn't face it.

She thought it better not to,
and now she regrets it.

It'd be two nights at the most.

Dwell on it, hmm?

And as I say...

if you don't want me to go, then...

I won't.

Miss Lister.

Mr Norris. Mr Hodgson. Mr Briggs.

Miss Lister.

Do you know Mr Bull,
our technical adviser?

Sorry, are you convening?
Am I interrupting?

No, ma'am, just finished.

You've come to look
at the plans, Miss Lister?

Yes, and to borrow a copy
of Mr Palmer's report,

if that's possible.

I was surprised to hear
you'd settled for single locks.

Oh, nothing's settled, only proposed.

The thing must be decided by the
majority at the general meeting.

I, personally, incline strongly
towards the double locks.

It would increase the flow of traffic...

And cost another �11,000.

And, therefore, allow a
greater volume of traffic.

In 20 years' time,
the canals will be dead.

Nothing we do will halt the railways,

so there's no point throwing money at it

just to appease the shareholders.

The majority will decide.

They will.

So, if you'll excuse me...

Gentlemen.

Captain Lister.

A copy of Mr Palmer's report, yes...

Take mine, I've read it.

Do you favour single locks, Mr Bull?

No, ma'am, and you'll see neither
does Mr Palmer in his report.

And yet...

What has become apparent, Miss Lister,

and I think I can say this
amongst friends,

is that it looks as though
Mr Briggs and his father,

who was at the previous meeting...

Which is why, at present,
the single locks are on the plan.

I'm afraid, at the time,
it was a case of

the loudest voice
in the room prevailing.

It looks as though they're determined

to turn the whole thing
into a political wrangle.

How?

They've characterised
our position as blue.

"Only the Tories would vote
for double locks.

"The Tories will involve the
shareholders in unnecessary expense."

There are few depths that
Rawdon Briggs won't sink to

to push the yellows.

Yet anyone with sense can see that
single locks are pointless.

In the present emergency,
with double locks,

we have a chance of keeping
the Navigation costs competitive

- for some time longer.
- Surely common sense will prevail.

And anyway, there must be
more blue shareholders

than there are yellow ones,

if it comes to that tawdry
way of doing business.

I'm afraid that's not something
we can take for granted.

Not any more. Not in Halifax.

You've been very civil.

Gentlemen.

I shall study the report and I can
assure you that common sense

will guide my decision, at least.

Between us, Miss Walker and
I own significant shares.

And if necessary,
I shall make sure my voice

is heard at the meeting
on both our behalves.

Miss Lister.

- Aunt?
- Oh.

I'm just re-reading
your letters from Copenhagen.

You had some adventures, didn't you?

What did Mr Sunderland say?

Oh, more laudanum, but it works.

- What's that?
- Er... Yes, that helps,

- and it tastes better, too.
- Hmm.

Don't worry,
I'm not going to get like...

like your mother.

- How was Mr Waterhouse?
- Civil.

Listen, how would you feel...

And I've got to be back
for this shareholders' meeting,

but how would you feel if I were to
go away for a few days,

leave Miss Walker here?

Where are you going?

To see Mrs Lawton.

Oh.

Miss Walker's agreed.

And I've explained the situation
as best I could.

Her only anxiety is how you'd feel
about her being here without me.

Well, this is her home.

We don't want her to feel uncomfortable,
whether you're here or not.

Why are you going to see Mrs Lawton?

I think that would
come under the heading

"unfinished business".

She's struggling to come to terms

with the way things are now...

despite the fact
that it was all her own doing.

Well, don't make a fool of Miss Walker.

She thinks the world of you.

Aunt...

I don't think I've ever been
less in love's danger,

as far as Mariana's concerned.

I'm happy.

Miss Walker makes me happy.

I have everything I've ever wanted now,

and it's all here. Hmm?

Mariana needs to understand that.

I think she needs to hear me say it,

to her face.

I'll write a note to let you know
I've arrived safely.

I'd like that.

I won't arrive much before
nine o'clock this evening,

but I'll get something
in the postbag first thing.

Oh, chin up.

- Yes?
- Your luggage, ma'am.

It's kind of you to let me go.

Should I send Mrs Lawton my regards?

If you like.

And, erm, tell her I'd be pleased
to see her here sometime.

That's kind.

Come back.

I love you.

In.

Hup!

Mrs Lawton's upstairs, Miss Lister.

Where is she?

She should know you've arrived,
Miss Lister.

I'll make sure she got the message.

Hello, Freddy.

Mary.

Have you had some dinner?

No.

Would you like some?

A little something
wouldn't be unwelcome.

Thank you.

How are you?

I've kept telling you
in my letters how I am.

But until now, it appears to have
fallen on deaf ears.

I'm wretched.

I almost couldn't face coming to see
you when they told me you'd arrived.

Well, that would've been poor

after I'd travelled
all this way and after my...

Miss Walker so kindly let me.

You've got no idea
what you've done to me, have you?

Between you.

You and your... Miss Walker.

What I've done to you?

You've destroyed me.

- Mariana...
- No.

You've misunderstood me
on your way back from Hastings,

after your skirmish with Miss Hobart,

and you've used it as a stick
to beat me with ever since.

And now this.

I can't eat, I can't sleep...

I mean, I've got
these wretched dizzy spells.

I mean, Lord knows what that is.

You know, everything I'd ever pinned
any happiness or hope on is gone.

And all because of some...

- insipid little...
- Steady on.

Heiress who you're not in love with.

I know it.

I can see it, I can hear it,
I can read between the lines.

The way you write about her
in your letters.

I know when you're in love,
and this, isn't it.

So you've sacrificed everything,

you've thrown everything away,
you've destroyed me,

and you're not even in love with her.

You're ridiculous.

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