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I was thinking about
a trip to London.

I could meet your
London friends.

Are you sure about this
Northgate business?

You don't want to get
yourself laughed at.

I'd like a ceremony

- to lay the first stone.
- Of course.

Can we not have one last kiss?

God!

I missed you.

I have the deed box here,
with me, at Shibden Hall.

This... This... Ugh!

You have to be certain

that this, here, with
me, is what you want.

103 Long Acre.

And tell whoever you deal
with to send a trusty person

to collect my payments for
the repairs to the carriage.

Here - Hawkins Hotel
in Dover Street,

at one o'clock this afternoon.

And then tell them
to send the carriage

with a pair of good
horses and a steady driver

at six o'clock tonight.
It's all in there.

- 103 Long Acre.
- Pearce and Baxter.

Ask the porter downstairs

to give you a boy
to show you the way.

What a relief it'll be to
get my own carriage back.

- Hmm?
- Miss...

You look ridiculous.

Let's not be small-minded
with one another.

Now, pour me some tea.

Pour your own fucking tea.

And we were getting on so
nicely in the high-flyer.

You should never have claimed
powers you don't possess.

Nothing...

would please me more

than to introduce you

to Lady Stuart de
Rothesay and Vere

and any number of others,

- but this isn't the time.
- When we first met...

Well, when we became
reacquainted, you said,

you promised me, that you
would introduce me to people.

Yes, and I did.

The Norcliffes.

No, proper people.
London society.

We're in town to find a
master for the new school,

primarily, and to visit
the doctor and the dentist

and to get our watches fixed.

And, yes, some
pleasure, of course.

But...

this isn't a time for
you to meet new people,

not while you still
have anxieties

about the division
of the estate.

Oh! What's that got
to do with anything?

You have a lot on your mind.

And until it's resolved,

you're here to relax,

not to be stared at.

- Stared at?
- I shouldn't like

to see you overwhelmed.

And believe me, these
people can overwhelm.

But you'll go and see them.

If they heard I'd been in London

and not visited them,

then they'd be surprised,
certainly, and offended, even.

And anyway, you have your...

Mrs Plowes'...friend
to see, so...

The time will come.

But this isn't it.

I was trying to recall when
it was we last saw you,

- Miss Lister.
- Oh...

It was at the
Jardin des Plantes.

You were there, Lady
Cameron, you remember.

- How could I forget?
- Where were you, Mama?

- I've no idea.
- No, I think you were with us.

No, my darling, I
don't think I was.

- I was there.
- Oh, it was you, Grandmama!

- Mm.
- And, Charles,

you've never seen
anything like it.

It was as if we'd been
swallowed by the whale.

We were sitting on chairs,
but inside the whale!

Well, Miss Lister always
had a talent for knowing

the best things to do and see.

What was the favour,

Miss Lister, you
mentioned earlier?

Oh.

So, when Miss Walker and I
were in Geneva last year,

I ordered a scale
model of the Alps

from Monsieur Gaudin.

And it's finally due to
arrive in England any day now,

but the problem is
they'll open it,

at Customs House.

And the anxiety is
they'll damage it.

It's a huge thing
- it's 7ft square!

Good Lord!

Oh, it's wonderful!

Whatever will you do with it?

And Monsieur Gaudin emphasised

how carefully these models
are packed for shipping,

being so fragile.

But apparently, if I can get
an order from the Treasury

for it to be delivered
to Shibden unopened...

Write down the details,

send it to me first
thing in the morning.

- I'll sort it out.
- Oh.

What can I say?

How disappointing, Miss Lister,
not to conquer Mont Blanc.

Oh, I could've cried.

But I will...

we will go back.

How lucky,

to find a travelling companion
as intrepid as you are!

It's going to be quite
a day for us tomorrow.

I'm devastated you're
in town only so briefly.

You can't imagine how
bored I've been at Richmond

with my aunt during
my confinement.

Really?

We quibble about money.

Can you imagine?

I didn't pay the gardener,
but I had use of the garden.

I was giving birth!

I was never even in the garden!

Is she worried about money?

Well, I suppose she must be.

She's very fond of you.

This is all I do now, Anne.

Donald does the
business and I...

I drop babies.

Children are a blessing.

They're the cement
of any marriage...

surely.

I never thought I'd
hear you say that.

Neither did I.

The carriages are ready.

Thank you.

We have two carriages outside!

What're we...? Where're
we...? What're we doing?

You're going to Lady
Gordon for coffee, Mother.

Not me, I'm afraid.

- I've got to work.
- Nor me.

I have to get back to my...

Miss Walker and I are
visiting the National School

at Westminster first
thing in the morning.

She's opening a school, locally.

A good one.

So we're trying to find
a suitable master for it.

Miss Stuart was delighted

with the wedding present we sent

from Howell and
James's, by the way.

Oh, was she? Oh, good.

What's the matter?

Why aren't we moving?

Perhaps there's
been an accident.

Why did you talk so much?

- Hmm?
- At the school.

I couldn't get a
word in edgeways.

Mr Johnson'll think

- I'm some kind of half-wit.
- Well, I...

He didn't even look at me.

He didn't even
address me, not once.

- I thought you wanted me to...
- I wanted you to shut up.

I'm fairly certain

he'll consider someone
setting up a new school

and taking the time and trouble
to visit other top schools

in preparation for it very
far from being a half-wit.

Listen, I've been thinking.

When we get back to Halifax,

and I don't know how
you'll feel about this,

but...

would you do me the honour of
laying the foundation stone

for the casino?

I imagine just a
small public gathering

with a few well-chosen words.

Something to dignify
the occasion.

You mean make a speech? Me?

Yes.

Do you think I could do that?

I'm certain you could.

Huh.

When will you reach Edinburgh?

Erm... Is it tomorrow night?

And then the train!

To Manchester.

Hopefully, we
should be in Halifax

by Saturday or Sunday.

Poor Elizabeth!

Yes, the timing is
far from perfect,

but Elizabeth's little sister

and Miss Lister must have
their holiday in London!

Yet we're the ones that
are being difficult.

Must you go at all?

Sadly, Mother, yes.

The archaic nature of the deeds

mean Elizabeth and I
must sign in person.

If we sign at all.

May I take little John, ma'am?

Yes, of course,
Dorothy. Thank you.

Mama...

You mustn't fret, Elizabeth.

Little John and the girls
will be perfectly happy here,

with me and Dorothy.

I'd better, erm...

I've just got a
few bits and pieces

- to sort upstairs.
- Of course, my dear.

You mustn't let her fret.

Well, it's not
that. She's, erm...

Well, she's worried
about her sister.

So am I.

Is she...

struggling again?

Oh, who knows?

She may be, but it's
not that exactly.

It's more an anxiety
about this...

unnatural hold

that Miss Lister seems
to have over her.

Unnatural?

Yes, we, er, we think so.

As in?

You remember there was a
case years ago in Edinburgh.

Two women...

No!

Mm.

Well, anyway,
that's the anxiety.

And with Ann being so
vulnerable and biddable

and under the
spell of the woman,

Lord alone knows
where it might end.

And the shocking thing is

Miss Lister can
hide in plain sight.

Who would ever suspect a woman

of being a fortune hunter and...

a predator?

The lawyers clearly
haven't a clue.

It's evil.

I've worked out that if we
did want to spend the winter

in a rented house in Leamington,

our weekly expenses would amount

to 15 pounds and 11
shillings exactly.

Mm.

Well, something to think about.

Perhaps for the future.

I can't go on like
this, you do know that.

What?

Me paying for everything.

Well, that's...

Well, when we left Shibden,

we did agree that that's what...

what with me laying
out so much capital

for the casino and
for the new pit

and the refurbishments
at Shibden,

- and one thing and another...
- £5 here, £200 there.

It starts to add up.

The London trip was,
primarily, for you,

for you to find a schoolmaster,

to see the dentist,
to see Sir Benjamin,

to see Mrs Plowes,

to see Westminster Abbey and
the Houses of Parliament.

Hmm? To get away.

No, it wasn't.

It was for you to
see your friends.

Oh, so none of those
other things happened.

- I won't be sifted.
- Sifted?

- For money.
- Sifted?

We said our arrangement would
be as good as a marriage.

As far as it could be, yes.

You should've taken me
to meet your friends.

- As I explained...
- I am your wife!

When it's convenient,
when you need money...

in bed.

But when it comes

to your aristocratic people,
I'm an inconvenience.

As I say, one day...

And then there's Mrs Lawton.

Mrs Lawton?

I know there was more to it,

that night when you came
back from Lawton Hall.

The damage is done.

I've seen you in
your true colours.

My tr...?

I got you an appointment
with the King's surgeon.

Not only because he's
the King's surgeon

but because he's also

the leading expert
in joint pain,

which I bothered to
find out for you!

Those are my true colours.

I think you're anxious
about getting back

to Halifax because
of the Sutherlands.

I think that's what
all of this is about.

The amount of money

you're spending these
days terrifies me.

You're the one person
who's shown any faith

in my Northgate scheme.

Yes, and I hope it succeeds,
but what if it doesn't?

I'm frightened that
you'll ruin yourself

and then me.

How could I ruin you?

I'm borrowing all of
the big money elsewhere.

Yes, but who are you
counting on to bail you out

if you can't maintain
your repayments?

No, I would never
do that to you.

Do you think I could
bear to see you

in a debtors' prison?

If the worst came to the
worst, which it won't,

I would sell Shibden.

I could live anywhere.

I could live under
a stone if I had to.

And as for a debtors' prison...

Well, they'd have
to catch me first.

No.

I'm sorry, I can't
do this any more.

And I'm still not
convinced that...

what we do is right.

Well...

You know what I
think about that.

I've explained it often enough.

I think the sooner
we part, the better.

Well, then.

You do know that my
first and greatest wish

has always been
for your happiness.

And if I can't make
you happy, then...

I only hope

that someone else
might succeed better.

There's a church
here with a monument

to a child that died.

I once saw it years ago
when I was travelling

with Mrs Lawton.

I always thought,

if I passed by here again,
I'd like to see it again.

Would you mind?

No, of course not.

"She was in form and
intellect most exquisite."

"The unfortunate parents

"ventured their all
on this frail bark,

"and the wreck was total."

Five years old.

Anne, what's the matter?

I just...

I don't know.

It was the same last
time I came here.

I just...

"In form and intellect
most exquisite."

And she died.

Three weeks - 21 days
- before I was born.

Isn't that curious?

And I can't help imagining if...

What if... that was me?

What if I'm her?

What do you mean?

Why am I me?

I was born into a
fairly useless family.

No, not the Listers. The
Listers aren't useless.

Just my particular
little squad of them.

Not Aunt Anne, not Uncle James.

Just...

My father.

My mother.

And poor Marian.

So why do I have
such refined tastes

and aspirations and...?

Where does that come from?

Why is it in my bones

to want to spend
time with people

who are so much
better than myself?

What if, in another life...

that was me?

I...

I don't think that's
how things work.

No, yes, it can.

Reincarnation.

Yes, but that doesn't
really... That...

So why does it have
this effect on me?

I'm a scientist, a logician.

I don't engage in
fanciful nonsense.

It's either that or...

What if this is the child
that I'll never have?

The child that I
can never give you.

"In form and intellect
most exquisite."

The perfect child...

who can never breathe.

May never have life.

I don't know.

Oh.

Oh, I'm ridiculous.

No, you're not.

We very nearly bought
a sketch by Turner.

The Turner.

A tiny little thing, done
before he was famous.

We were both quite taken by it.

But they were
asking four guineas,

which was just that bit more
than either of us were willing

- to pay.
- I've never liked Turner.

Oh, really?

And he speaks so highly of you.

Does he?

My sister and Captain Sutherland

and little Sackville have
arrived at Cliffe Hill.

My aunt's expecting me
there in the morning.

She wants me to stay
until a week on Saturday.

- When? He's never met me.
- Will you go?

I'd like to see Elizabeth.

Well, then.

And will you still lay the
foundation stone for me?

Of course.

How did...? When has Turner
ever said anything about me?

What foundation stone?

Oh, it's for the casino.

Just a small ceremony.

I don't think I could

comfortably get down
to Halifax any more.

No, Aunt, and I
wouldn't expect you to.

But if anyone else...

felt able to come
and support me - us -

you'd be very welcome.

Mm.

I don't think we've
any other news.

Have we any other news, Jeremy?

No.

Oh, Dr Jubb came last Wednesday.

Or was it Tuesday?

I don't think I've
seen anyone else.

The... The room's sp-spinning.

I imagine so.

I'm going to...

I'm going to be s-sick.

There is danger in
the first thought

that it is possible
for us to part.

She is queer and
little-minded...

Oof!

And I fear for her intellect.

I see I must make the
best of it for the moment

and then...

perhaps I shall
be at large again.

So, Ann...

Tell me.

What are the arrangements?

What arrangements?

For signing the
surrender of the deeds.

Oh. Erm...

Well, Mr Gray,

or his assistant or...

someone, erm,

Is going to come over
from York on Friday,

I think,

for us all to sign...

whatever needs signing.

As far as I understand
it, that's...

Th-That's it.

As far as you understand it?

Yes, that... Yes,
that's what's happening.

I expected Miss
Lister to be with you.

I'm sure she'll come
around this week,

when she has a
spare five minutes,

if she has five minutes.

Can we be frank, Ann?

Elizabeth and I are concerned.

Now, you are perfectly
entitled to request

the division of the property.

No, no, no, no,
no. You-you agreed.

You agreed the terms
in your last letter.

You're here to sign.

Any more tiresome
discussion about it is over.

Elizabeth and I are concerned

that you have been
coerced by someone.

- And if that's the case...
- Coerced?

If that is the case,
then we have a duty,

a responsibility to protect you.

I'm 32 years old.

I am in excellent health,

better than I've
been for a long time.

I don't... I don't
need protecting.

I think you look pale.

Perhaps...

Perhaps you need
protecting from yourself.

Hmm?

It wouldn't be the first time.

Don't touch me.

Now, I...

I was more than a little alarmed

to discover in your last letter

that for the last
however many months

the deeds to the entire estate
have been kept at Shibden Hall.

Alarmed? Why?

Where anyone might see them.

Well, that's where I live.
Where else would I keep them?

They should've been left
in the vault at the bank,

where I put them,

where they were safe.

I needed to consult them

to draw up the proposals
for the division.

They're perfectly
safe at Shibden.

They're locked in
a block tin box

in the upper kitchen chamber.

Miss Lister's very
particular about security.

Oh, yes, I'm sure she is.

We know you don't
write your own letters.

Too precise.

Too litigious.

Too competent.

Is it not the truth...

that Miss Lister is
behind this whole request

- for the division?
- No.

I think she is.

I think she has orchestrated
the whole thing.

For whatever purpose,
I can't imagine.

Or maybe I can.

Only too vividly.

But Elizabeth and
I have a duty...

I want my half of
my father's estate.

You've had Elizabeth's half,

you'll not keep mine
from me any longer.

Does Jonathan Gray understand
the exact nature of this...

hold Miss Lister has over you?

Wh...

Wh-What hold?

Elizabeth is just as
concerned as I am.

About the nature of...

your relationship
with Miss Lister.

Miss Lister is irrelevant.

I might not stay much
longer at Shibden Hall.

But I do want my moiety
of my father's estate.

I want to see the deeds
and the rent books!

Oh, Argus.

There's a note, ma'am.

From Cliffe Hill.

The servant brought it.

My dearest Anne,

Captain Sutherland started
an argument about the deeds

as soon as he decently could.

He demanded to see
the rent books,

and so I refused.

He has gone off to
York in a great flurry,

hoping to see Mr Gray
first thing in the morning.

It is far from clear
whether he intends to sign

for the division or not.

I shall stay here
with Elizabeth,

whose head he seems
to have turned,

but if you were to
make arrangements

for us to go to York ourselves
later tomorrow to see Mr Gray,

if - on Captain Sutherland's
return - we deem it necessary,

I would be grateful.

Please come over when you can.

I am your own, AW.

There's been no communication

from the servants'
registry in York

about a replacement for Matthew.

I may have to go over
to York later today -

I'll give Mr Thomas a jolt.

I'm not happy about...

I'm not happy.

What's the matter?

I'm thinking I'd like to
move back to Market Weighton.

And take Father with me.

Post, ma'am, and a
message from Mrs Bagnall.

There's a massive parcel for you

down at t'sorting
office, 7ft by 7ft big,

and she says it's been
there since Monday

and it's in t'way
and can you fetch it?

Oh! It's my model of the Alps!

Yes, of course you can.

Take the cart.
Take your brother.

Now! Go. Go on.

Why move back to
Market Weighton?

Just...

I find the management of
the household finances

too much for me, and
no-one listens to me,

and you don't, and I just...

I don't feel there's anything
much for me here any more.

What about...

Mr Abbott?

That's all off.

Is it? When?

Some time ago.

Well...

I'd... miss you.

Miss Walker would miss you.
Aunt Anne would miss you.

And I do listen to you.

And if the household
finances are a burden,

then let me help you with them.

Hmm?

Oh, good Lord.

Anne?

It's... Tib.

Her mother's had a stroke.

Oh...

First - and as I have explained
to Miss Walker – I've been

as keen as her to find a
time where my wife and I

could get down here
to settle the matter,

not least so that I can make
provision in my own will

for my children.

But it is now utterly
apparent that it would be

grossly irresponsible to
sign for the division.

Why?

Sir, my wife believes,

as I do...

that her sister is
being manipulated

into making choices
that are neither hers

- nor in her best interests.
- How?

My sister-in-law has,
in the past, had...

problems.

She has a...

weakness of mind

that any knowing or
unscrupulous person

might take advantage of.

And that is precisely what we
believe has been happening.

Are you suggesting that
I have manipulated her?

No!

No, no, certainly
not! Why would you?

Do you know Miss
Lister? Anne Lister.

I've known Miss
Lister for some years.

It is a...

a difficult accusation
to make against a lady.

You'll have to
forgive my indelicacy,

but I feel I must express what
plagues my thoughts, otherwise

I would never forgive myself

if anything were to
happen to Miss Walker.

We believe...

Miss Lister has...

an unnatural hold over her

and her ultimate aim

is to have what money
she can from her.

Your sister-in-law underwent
a course of treatment

here in York in the
earlier part of last year

with a Dr Belcombe,
who, you may know,

is highly regarded in his field.

And I know that he's been
pleased with her progress

and has been clear - we've
spoken, and recently -

that in his opinion,

Miss Walker is in
a perfectly fit

and healthy state of
mind to make a will.

And so, on this matter over
the division of the estate,

I have no anxieties whatsoever.

Your concern for
your sister-in-law

is of course
laudable, but legally

there are no grounds
on which to deny her

a recognised
division of an estate

that is already half hers.

And as for Miss Lister...

I've never seen her be
anything other than supportive

and kind to Miss Walker.

And what you call "unnatural"...

Well, yes, er,

Miss Lister is
formidably well informed

and she can't always hide it.

And I know a display
of too much intellect

is discouraged
amongst the ladies,

but, really,

Miss Walker is lucky to count
Miss Lister among her friends.

I don't think you quite grasp

what I'm rather...
ineptly trying to say.

You may know - it was
a scandal at the time -

there was a case in
Edinburgh some years ago

brought against two
women. Schoolteachers.

We believe, my wife and I...

that Miss Lister has...

debauched Miss Walker.

The case you refer to wasn't
against the two women.

It was against the lady

who accused them openly
of sexual misconduct.

They sued her

for attempting to
destroy their reputations

and the reputation
of their school.

They won.

One of the presiding
magistrates said

of the accusations the
lady made against them,

"The crime here alleged
does not exist."

Miss Lister may not
be the marrying kind,

but if you were to suggest
anything beyond that,

you'd face the same problem
as the Scottish lady,

because, even if such
a thing were possible

between two highly respectable
Christian Englishwomen,

the fact would remain

that it's not illegal.

The lady in Scotland who made
the accusations appealed,

and it went all the way
up to the House of Lords,

who ordered her to
pay the two women

whose lives she had destroyed
with her tittle-tattle

£10,000 costs and compensation.

The intention is for my
assistant, Mr Shepley Watson,

to come over to you in
Halifax on Friday afternoon

with the documents to
be signed by yourself,

Mrs Sutherland and Miss Walker.

Will that be convenient?

Yes, if...

Yes. If... Yes.

I can come myself, too,

- if it helps matters.
- No.

No, that, er...

That won't be...

Thank God you're
here! What's happened?

I brought your pony to
give it some exercise

and had a sad fight
with the animal

nearly all the way here.

Oh!

Are we going to York?

Oh, well, I don't...
I don't know.

Mrs Norcliffe had a stroke.

- When?
- Letter from Tib this morning.

- Yesterday, apparently.
- I'm sorry.

So, if we were

- going to York, I thought...
- The thing is,

Captain Sutherland was
back here by lunchtime

and he seemed
thoroughly appeased.

Did he indeed?

He apologised to me, said it
was all Elizabeth's fault.

How?

Well, apparently, it was her
who wanted the rent books.

It wasn't. He's lying.

So I don't know what
your Mr Gray said to him,

but something is afoot.

Gray won't have said anything
against you. You're his client.

His very wealthy client.

Well, men collude,
especially when they think

they're dealing with
an... invalid like me.

You are not an invalid!

You need to write to Gray

and ascertain that everything's
still on course for Friday

and in the meantime
cheerfully assume that it is.

Why is he suddenly
blaming your sister?

- Because...
- Because he wants you and her

at odds with one another.
And why has he got

a bee in his bonnet
about the rent books?

Because...

he's cross that I've
had the deeds with me

all these months
at Shibden Hall.

Cross? Why? It's...
It's where you live.

"Where anyone might see them."

Oh.

Meaning me?

Because I'm so desperate

to plunder your
coffers, obviously.

- Anne!
- Don't worry.

My weapon of choice
comes in a velvet glove.

Anne! Anne!

Apparently, Mr Gray said
the deeds should have been

left with an indifferent
person such as Mr Parker

until the division was settled.

Did he?

Well then, show willing.

Let's go into Halifax
this afternoon

and give them to Parker for
safekeeping until it is.

Then Captain Sutherland

will have nothing
to find fault with.

If it's still what you want.

The division.

Of course it is.

And to change our wills?

And all of it?

I want to get the
division settled first.

I want the division,
come what may.

What comes after that...

Well, let's just get this
dealt with first. Hmm?

Fire!

Mrs Sutherland. Good
Lord, how are you?

- Anne's here.
- Miss Lister.

Captain Sutherland!

No, don't get up.

No Miss Walker?

She's upstairs. She's
having a lie down.

Oh, Adney's pony threw
me. Or did I throw him?

Her. I can't remember.

Her.

And this must be Sackville!

What an elusive fellow!

Yes. Good tactics.

I can see you'd make
an excellent soldier.

I can't stay long.

I shouldn't even be here,
I've got so much on hand,

but I'd have been sad
not to see you all

since you travelled
all this way.

Miss Walker's laying

my foundation stone
for me on Saturday,

I'm building a hotel
with an assembly room.

Did she tell you?

You should come and support
us, since you're here.

Just a little ceremony.

Just a few short speeches,
just for the town.

Y-y...

We'd be delighted.

Perfect! And then why don't
you come to us for tea

in the afternoon?
Adney can show you

our neat little upstairs
wing, Mrs Sutherland,

where we've been so happily
and cosily ensconced.

And doesn't your sister
look well, Mrs Sutherland?

Yes. Um...

Yes. She...

She does.

Good Lord. What has
he done to Elizabeth?

I talked at 19 knots and barely
prised a squeak from her.

She daren't speak for
fear of contradicting him.

And when he went into York

all she talked about was the
children, and all so inane.

Sorry if I'm a bit flat.

I have poor Mrs
Norcliffe on my mind.

She was always so kind
to me when I was younger.

Well, you must go over.

No, no, I'll stay here
till this is dealt with,

and then... then I may go.

I don't trust Parker.

My advice is given
in good faith -

whether it's accepted or not
is for the recipient to decide.

There's Mr Harper
downstairs, ma'am,

and a Mr Shepley Watson?

He says he's from Mr
Gray's office. In York.

Imagine our surprise,
Miss Lister,

when Mr Watson and I got
chatting in the high flyer

and realised we were
heading not just for Halifax

but for Shibden Hall.

Are you travelling back to
York tonight, Mr Watson?

By the time I've been
over to Lightcliffe

and got Captain and Mrs
Sutherland's signatures,

I imagine I'd be as well
spending the night in Halifax.

Well, then, I recommend
the White Swan Inn

on Crown Street. Were you
to be here in a few months,

I should recommend the
new Northgate Hotel.

Thank you.

On the subject of
accommodation, Miss Lister,

my landscaper, Mr Samuel Gray,

will arrive during the
afternoon tomorrow.

Like Mr Nelson and Mr Husband,

he'll stay for the
duration of the build,

and he'll need
somewhere to live too.

We can put him up
here for a few nights.

Will he be all right
sleeping with my footman

- in his quarters?
- Oh, yes.

Until we can find something
more permanent for him.

So... that's that.

And you mentioned you might
be able to spare a servant,

Miss Lister, to guide
me over to Cliffe Hill?

Of course, Mr Watson!

And I must get back
down to Halifax,

catch up with Mr
Nelson before tomorrow.

I might see you later on at
the Swan, then, Mr Watson.

I'm staying there myself.

And then the big day tomorrow!

Is your speech
ready, Miss Walker?

Yes. I think so.

I almost have it by heart.

Anne.

Anne?

Marian.

You look splendid.

I'm not coming.

Why?

I did want to, but...

what if the crowd
isn't very nice?

What if they make
comments or throw things?

Why would they want to do that?

I wasn't completely
honest with you.

About Mr Abbott.

Are you still seeing him?

No. No.

Not that.

He called a halt to things
between us because, well...

..he hadn't seen it
at the time, but...

someone taunted him with

that silly marriage
announcement in the paper.

About you and Miss Walker.

I think it might have
been Rawdon Briggs.

And so...

he said he couldn't
associate with me any more.

Because...

people say things.

Which, of course...

they do.

Is this why you want to go
back to Market Weighton?

I do wish you luck
with it, though, Anne.

I hope the Northgate Casino
will be a great success.

Wish me luck.

Let me look at you!

Oh-ho!

Don't forget the
Sutherlands are coming

to tea this afternoon, if you
feel able to come downstairs

when you've finished
your luncheon.

Good luck.

You're making a
fool of yourself!

You do know that, don't you?

Marian says she's thinking of
moving back to Market Weighton.

And taking you with her.

Mm.

You would, of course,

be more than welcome to
stay here with me and Adney.

I'll think...

If that's what she's doing...

I'll probably go with her.

Oh, the carriage
is here. Excuse me.

Adney.

I'm very proud of
you for doing this.

I just...

I wanted to say thank you.

It means more to me than
perhaps you realise.

How are you this
afternoon, Miss Lister?

Very well. Thank you.

- Miss Walker!
- Mr Nelson.

- Miss Lister.
- Washington.

Good news, ma'am. The license
has been approved and signed.

Oh, that is good news!
Did you hear that, Adney?

Oh, and, ma'am, this
might not be the time,

but I think you should know,

I mean, I think Miss
Walker should know,

apparently last night

Captain Sutherland refused
to sign the division papers.

Why?

Apparently Mr Gray's man, Mr...

- Watson.
- Has gone back to York

with the papers unsigned.

How do you know?

Mr Adam told me. Mr
Parker's partner.

He was around here earlier.

Apparently Gray's man, Mr
Watson, went to Mr Parker

for advice this morning
about what to do

given that Captain Sutherland
was being aggressive and nasty

and making a fuss about
one of his lots being

missed off the itinerary.

- Which one?
- Windy End at Golcar.

It wasn't. I know it was on
there, listed as being his.

It was, it was,
it definitely was.

And Mr Parker told
this Mr Watson

it was none of his business, he
shouldn't like to get involved,

and advised he go back to York.

I should never have given
the deeds to Parker!

But it was Mr Gray's advice,

was it not, to give the deeds
to Parker for safe-keeping?

That's what Captain
Sutherland said, yes.

Perhaps Mr Gray
said no such thing.

- Are the Sutherlands here?
- No. I don't think so.

Is Parker here?

No. I don't think so.

Do the speech.

- What?
- Do the speech.

Do the speech. Do the speech.

Mr Harper?

Mr Nelson.

Smile.

Mr Nelson...

Hush, everybody, shush.

I have been requested by
my friend Miss Lister...

to lay the first
stone of a casino,

which will form a spacious
and commodious saloon...

Shh! Shush!

To be annexed to
the Northgate Hotel.

I will only add that I hope
this undertaking will prove

an accommodation to the
inhabitants of this town

and neighbourhood, in whose
prosperity we feel interested,

and that it will be an
accommodation to the public

at large, and that it will do
credit to those individuals

concerned in its erection.

- Very well said!
- Quite right!

- Here?
- Yes. Yes, ma'am.

Well done.

That's wonderful.

We can sort it out later.

Mr Nelson!

My friend Miss Walker
has done us great honour,

and I trust her good
wishes will not be in vain.

I earnestly hope the
work we begin now

will do credit to us all.

May the voice of discord be
never heard within its walls,

and may persons of every
shade of varying opinion

meet together here in
amity and in charity.

Very well said.

Three cheers for t'Northgate
Casino. Hip hip...

Hurray!
- Hip hip.

- Hurray!
- Hip hip.

Hurray!

Thank you.

Trinity Road. Quickly.

- Sackville?
- Hello.

They must be in with him.

- I want to see Mr Parker.
- He's with someone.

He'll probably be
half an hour or so...

Yes, I know exactly
who he's with!

We must go in. You've got
to insist that we go in.

I think we should go home.

No!

I think if we confront him here,

it could cause more
problems than it solves.

He'll take the deeds!

Parker won't give them to him.

It's more than his
reputation's worth.

I don't trust Parker!

We have no real evidence that
Parker has colluded with him.

If we burst in there making
accusations, it could

make us look...

unhinged.

Are you still coming to us
for tea today, Sackville?

I think so.

Good.

I don't quite know what to
say, Captain Sutherland.

It is a bizarre
situation, Parker.

I've analysed it
with great care, sir,

and these are my considered
and regrettable conclusions.

You can see how traumatised
Mrs Sutherland is.

And do you see?

The solution is in your hands.

If I can take the
deeds, all of them,

and delay the whole thing

until I can show that Miss
Walker has systematically,

day after day, week after
week, month after month,

been corrupted,

and isn't able to make
her own choices reliably

about anything any more...

I know the Lister family is an
old and valued client of yours

and they're very
highly regarded.

Parker...

Miss Lister is a predator.

In more senses than one.

And if what she's doing
isn't criminal, well, then,

good heavens, I'm not at all
sure what the law is for.

You surely...

You don't expect me to simply
hand the Crow Nest deeds

over to you, just, just...

just like that?

When Miss Walker was
in Scotland with us..,

and I presume this
isn't widely known...

she attempted to
take her own life.

And all because of this
unnatural obsession

she has with Miss Lister.

Do you understand, Parker?

She needs protecting
from herself.

So, yes, I am asking
for all the deeds,

and believe you
me, sir, heaven...

and one day, I'm certain,

Miss Walker and her
entire family...

will thank you for it.

Captain and Mrs
Sutherland, ma'am.

Ah! There you are.

How disappointed we were

not to see you at
our little ceremony.

It went very well.

This is my Swiss model.
Isn't she splendid?

Adney's in the drawing
room. Do go through.

George. Could you
bring us some tea?

Adney spoke beautifully.

It's a shame you missed it.

We drew quite a crowd.

The townspeople were delighted.
They gave us three cheers.

We learned this afternoon
that you didn't sign

for the division last night.

I'm afraid not. We
found anomalies.

Windy End at
Golcar. It's here.

It's listed as "The Plantation,
Golcar", and to be fair

it's in the wrong place,
but it's the same lot

and it's here and the
matter might've been settled

easily enough by
taking two minutes

to walk from Cliffe
Hill to Crow Nest to

consult Mr Washington on
the matter before choosing

to bully poor Mr Watson
into returning to York

- with the thing left unsigned.
- Shh. Ann.

Shh. You're getting
overwrought,

and this, I'm afraid,

- is part of the problem.
- The only problem

is the inconvenience you'll
put Mr Watson to when

he has to come back over again

from York for your signatures!

Ann. We're not going
to sign the thing.

Why? Why?

I've spoken to Mr
Gray and Mr Parker,

we're all excellent friends,
and I have to tell you now

that they both agree with me

that this is not a
good idea. And...

- you do know why.
- Mr Gray?

Why would Mr Gray agree with
you after all the trouble

he's gone to to
write the document

for the division
in the first place?

I think that's unlikely.

I would like to speak
to Miss Walker alone.

- Of course.
- No!

No! Anything you have to
say to me, you can say

in front of my... Miss Lister.

Very well, I will say it in
front of your Miss Lister.

It's the same thing
I said to you before.

I believe you have been bullied

and coerced against
your better judgment

to ask for something you
can't possibly manage alone.

- That's nonsense.
- And I believe

that behind all this is
a malicious, unnatural

influence of gross
self-interest...

No. You won't sign it because
you have some bizarre idea

- that it's somehow all yours.
- That's... No.

- That's...
- Or you're lashing out

because I wouldn't marry
your insipid cousin.

I'm trying to protect you, Ann.

Against...

against your not
very good judgment.

Now, Mr Gray and Mr Parker,
now that I've spoken to them,

both have a much better
understanding of what is

going on here, and believe you
me, they were both shocked.

- What are you talking about?
- I urge you

to come, with Elizabeth and
myself, back to Cliffe Hill

and away from this...

this... this...

Ma'am? Mr Gray's
here. From York.

Shall I ask him to wait?

No.

No, no, no. George, don't
do that. Show him in.

I might go and wait

- in another room.
- Why?

If you got on with him so
nicely with him in York,

surely you'd be more
than happy to see him.

- You... You've...
- It isn't true!

Neither Mr Gray nor Mr
Parker said anything

against this division.

This is wrong.

It's hers.

It's hers, and she
should have it,

if this is what she wants.

Mr Samuel Gray, ma'am.

Oh...

that Mr Gray!

How do you do?

Very well, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.

This is Mr Samuel Gray.

Mr Harper's landscape
gardener from York.

George, could you take Mr Gray

into the kitchen? Ask
Cordingley to get him some tea.

And I'll sort you
out in a few minutes,

if that's all right
with you, Mr Gray.

I fear you have built me up in
your mind, Captain Sutherland,

to be all manner
of things I am not.

And some that I am.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

I have my own estate to run.

Mm.

Is everything perfectly
clear, Captain Sutherland?

Perfectly.

Well, if you'd just
sign there, please.

My darling girl,

I'm sure you will grieve to
hear that my darling mother

expired this evening at
ten minutes past five,

in Charlotte's arms,

surrounded by all her
children, and Rose and Ellen.

She went off in her sleep
and I think did not suffer.

I have not time
to write more now,

as we are all in
great affliction.

She was always so
very, very fond of you,

and I know you were of her,

and that you above all people

will share our
sorrow most keenly.

God bless you, my dearest Anne.

Your own Isabella.

Should I say goodbye to him?

That's up to you.

Goodbye, Captain Sutherland.

Goodbye, Ann.

My dear.

Hello.

- Miss Lister.
- Mrs Sutherland.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Write to us when you
get home, so we know

- you got there safely.
- I will.

When will I see you again?

I don't know.

One day.

Mm.

We should go to York on Monday.

And sort out our wills.

Is that what you want?

I'm sorry.

For what?

Doubting it.

Don't be.

We...

are the only people in
the whole world, on Earth,

who want us to be together.

It won't be easy.

It'll never be easy.

But we're both still here.

Aren't we? Hmm?