All language subtitles for Gentleman.Jack.S02E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

- Merci.

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.

That's 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.

- Isn't Miss Lister
fascinating?

- They must have
been mesmerized.

- 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,

and so doesn't interpret
the bible as literal.

[soft music]

And neither should we.

♪ ♪

- My darling girl!

They said you were here.

Little thingy doo-dah did
in reception at Meurice's.

And this must be Miss Walker.

Enchanté.

- Miss Walker, Miss Norcliffe.

- Tib.

- I've heard a lot--lot--
lot about you.

- [laughs]
Good Lord.

Can I sit down
before I fall over?

I've been on the sauce.

Ha!
- Madame?

- Yes, hello.

Bonjour. I would like...
- Vous restez pour--

- Juste un petit apéritif,
pas de dîner.

I've left Charlotte
and Mrs. Milne

asleep on the bed.

I think I've exhausted them.

Je vais prendre
un p'tit 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.

[chair scraping]

Oh.

- Uh...

well, I--

- You must go and see...
- Oh--

- "La Jeunesse de 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,
see what's on.

- Have you met Mrs. Milne,
Miss Walker?

You met my sister Charlotte.

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

but no, not Mrs. Milne.

- 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.

- Oh. Who's Mrs. Lawton?

- She's Dr. Belcombe's sister.

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 traveled
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.

[jaunty music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[soft music]

- Miss Walker, how delightful.
How are 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--

- Oh, 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 have 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-Honoré at 10:00.

- Of course.

♪ ♪

- Charlotte.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Milne, how are you?

I'm afraid
I have to steal you away.

- Oh, but--
- It's time to go.

- May 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.

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.

Oh, 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.

- Well, 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, so--

- 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?

- Oh, Marian, you are naive.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Morning.

- Ah, hello.

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

- Your mother's in t'kitchen.

♪ ♪

[knocks on table]

- Ah, good,

somebody who isn't
gonna 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 uncivilized,
not Thomas.

But it's like Amy.

Even Amy doesn't want
to learn to read.

And...

- 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 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?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hello!

♪ ♪

Who's done that to you, lad?

- Piss off, you.

- Where's your mother?

Where's your Uncle Ben?

Not Thomas?

- Why'd she even
have to come here?

Your Suzannah, stupid bitch.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- I thought he'd see
t'funny side.

Our Thomas.

He always used
to see t'funny side,

even when me dad
was being a bastard.

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

You know, 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 with me mother.

Thomas was going to untie him,

so he could go and apologize
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.

[sweeping music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[cattle lowing]

- Ah.

- [speaking French]

- C'est parfait, merci.

[cattle lowing]

- Did you ever imagine you'd
be sleeping between a cow house

and a hayloft in the Alps?

- [laughs]
I've never seen you like this.

- Like what?
- Just so happy, so alive.

[soft music]

- Oh.
- [laughs]

♪ ♪

- 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 Cliffhill
a month, six weeks ago.

And she turned up.

- We don't socialize with her
anymore, 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.

- Yeah, well, then you 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. Ainsworth--
- Not Mr. Ainsworth.

- Well, there must be someone.

She must be very eligible with
all that money despite her...

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 Cliffhill

needing a companion and helper,

perhaps one of the younger
cousins might be

called upon
to move in with her.

- [grunts]

[laughs]

Mm.

- We shouldn't do that.
- Eh?

- It's wrong.
- Is it hell, it's natural.

Fine woman like you.

I've got this thing
bothering me.

You know at wedding?

When we were coming
out of church,

Suzannah's dad said this thing.

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's gone to America."

And he goes,
"But you were the one

that wrote and told them,"

which is mystifying me, Mary,

'cause I didn't.

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

- Well, someone here.

Presumably you or Thomas.

One of the 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 something.

And then this...
worries me as well.

- What?

- I don't think you'd
be bothering with me

or anyone else if you thought
there was the slightest chance

of him walking
through that door.

[tense music]

He's dead, isn't he?

♪ ♪

[thunder crashing]

♪ ♪

- 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'm reduced to little more
than skin and bone.

You would not recognize 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.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Tell me about Mrs. Lawton.

You looked so sad

looking over the letter
you got from her in Geneva.

[thunder rumbling]

- 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 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,

and I was terrified
what you might think of me.

There has been another.

- 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.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

- Is she...
- What, love?

- A man?

- Ooh.

[knock at door]

- Ah, the new lad.

Is it Ma--
- Matthew.

- Matthew, I'm Mr. Sunderland.

- Oh.

- "At Saint-Etienne we visited
the Côte Thiollière coal pit.

"Rapid descent.

"Adny looked frightened,

so I sent her
back up to the top."

She calls Miss Walker Adny now.

- Andy?
- Adny.

"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.

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 traveled 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?

- [chuckles]

[jaunty music]

♪ ♪

- First thing in the morning,
we should go over

to Cliffhill 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 mean, the carriage made it.

- We were changing horses
in Leicester

at 2:00 this morning.

- Cordingley, Hemingway.
both: Ma'am.

- You remember Matthew?
- Ah, Matthew.

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

- Very well, thank you, ma'am.
- Hm.

- 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 Adny and I agreed
it was a much better sort

of name for a footman.

- Look at you, eh?
- You've grown.

He's grown.
- Hey, 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.

- [speaking French]

- How d'you do?
- Bonjour.

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

- No, no, this is as we were
going over the border

from Switzerland into Italy
before we got to Mont Blanc.

I'd bought Adny
some lace handkerchiefs.

Then we were told at the hotel
that they'd be confiscated

by customs house,

which vexed me because
they were expensive, so--

- You didn't smuggle them?
- I had to.

- She pinned them inside her...
- 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
á 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 britsker.
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.

[hoofbeats]

- That'll be the man
from Pickford's.

- Who?

- I'm sending the carriage
up to Baxters

in London to get repaired
and refurbished.

And then we should get
over to Lightcliffe.

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 it's time
you moved on.

When you came at the beginning,

it was never meant
to be permanent.

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

- I had this interesting
conversation with your mother

about your dad.

- 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, isn't he?

Or else why lie
about a letter?"

Well, she's just a bit shit
at lying, isn'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 the 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.

Knocked me about enough
when we were lads.

It wouldn't surprise me
if tempers got frayed,

and one thing led to another.

And the great thing about a pig
is it'll eat anything.

I grew up with pigs,
same as your dad,

same as you.

I know all about 'em.

- 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.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Best foot forward.
- Miss Walker and Miss Lister.

- Aunt!

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 brought you some gifts
back from our travels.

Adny 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 color suits you no end.

Good Lord,
it matches your eyes.

The color.

You 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.

[laughs]
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 Eugénie,

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 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 got to--

- One day, these words will
make sense to you.

They will sink in,
and when they do,

perhaps you'll realize
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 to--

- Now would have been the time
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.

♪ ♪

- 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?

- No, thank you,
not if she's not here.

- 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 downstairs.

- 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 you father

and your aunt as well,

no one is happy
about any of this.

And the sooner it's sorted out,
the better.

- 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 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 have 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 on 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 wanna see
the Japanese room?

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[footsteps]

- Hide.

- You said
we were allowed in here.

- Hide.

- It's like I've
sabotaged my own head

with a thousand angry thoughts
that eat into my brain,

and 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.

- But it doesn't matter
how much you try

and rationalize 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,
and over time,

even if they do in private,

and I know
that's another matter,

then 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.
- [laughs]

♪ ♪

- 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.

Hm?
- What are you doing?

- Trying to take your mind
off things.

- Hm.

♪ ♪

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

It was...

when I went over
to see Miss Walker,

elderly Miss Walker,
at Cliffhill

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.

- What 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.

I could never stand the thought
of anything nasty

being said about her.

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.

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?

- Mm, 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.
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...

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

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

She's not been too well.
Could I read it to you?

"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 realize 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 of 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 if--
how you'd feel if she did.

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 favor,

it does need doing.

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

Good night, Fred.

♪ ♪

- Go, throw it.

♪ ♪

- Well, she seems very happy.

It sounds like the trip
was a great success.

- Not that bit.
[sighs]

You are being
deliberately obtuse.

Or 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?

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 is 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.

- Oh, 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.

- [laughs]

Don't say
I never bring you owt.

- What's that?
- Fell off back of a wagon.

What--no, it did.

William Hardcastle
carting a load of stuff

along valley road.

All sorts,
furniture, paintings,

crates full of booze.

[laughs] Eh?

He's been at it
since last week.

Won't miss one.
- You stole it.

- No, as if I'd
do something like that.

- Okay, I--

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

- Our Thomas is about.
- Well, get it down yer then.

- He'll get mad if he sees it.
- Yeah, where is he, eh?

Upstairs,
giving her one, is he?

- Shush.
- Hey.

Shall I give you one, eh?
- No--

- Come here.
- Don't.

They're all about somewhere.

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

- Come on.
Just a nip, eh?

You know you want to, eh?
Go on.

Just a taste.

- What's going on?

- Oops.

Just--nothing.

- You've been drinking.
- I've not, I haven't.

All right, just a little.

Look, I was just saying
to your mother,

it fell off 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,

knockoff or otherwise.

- No, I know, as a rule--
- Yeah, ever.

- No harm done.
- No harm done?

Look at you.
And what was going on?

- Your mum likes a drink.
- It's only one bottle.

Can't we enjoy it?
- Enjoy it?

After the 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, don't think I was.
- You're gonna 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.

I've telled thi.
- 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.

Your Suzannah know
about what happened to Sam?

Eh, you'll want
to keep it that way, won't you?

That's right, that's right.

[tense music]

I'm on your side.
I've told you.

♪ ♪

- [whimpering]

[horse neighing]

♪ ♪

- Whoa!

- Hey, whoa!
- Oh, good Lord.

- Slow down!
- Whoa!

- [groaning]

- Look at that, eh?

- Anne.

- Come here.

Where did you get
those horses for it?

- They came with it,
all in with the 100 guineas.

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

- And are you all right,
father?

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Gonna 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 lively.

- Could I--
- 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.

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
and 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 ♪

[bright tone]