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- I'm keeping my distance, (moody orchestral music)

in case I smash his self-righteous face in.

- Don't do that.

- Esther will be gone soon.

Then things will change.

- Leave her alone from now on. - Or what?

You're gonna go running to Esther?

- I don't need Esther. - You sure about that?

(water splashing)

- It's very sad to drink alone, Miriam.

- Just one then.

- I have a sweetheart back home, Emily.

I can't walk out with you.

- You change your mind, you know where I'll be.

I'll be dancing.

- You're not warming to her, are you?

(printing press rattling) (gentle orchestral music)

- I'm relying on you to get the girls there.

- Where?

- Kersal Moor, Chartist rally.

- What's this?

- Well, what's this, a shoemaker keeping factory hours?

Next you'll be using your tools

to mend our broken furniture.

- What's broken? - My bed.

It rolls and shakes.

I'm not one that likes to keep stone-still on my back.

Do you think you have the right tool for the job?

- I may have.

- Come see me tonight then.

- Right.

- This rally is our chance to prove

is that the Charter is the will of the people,

that we are united and can't, we won't be ignored.

Once we have a vote, we have a voice.

And this is just the beginning.

- It's on a Monday.

- Who can go to a rally on a Monday?

- We'll ask them to close the mill for the day.

(coughing)

- It'll never happen.

- All the mills are closing for the day.

Gites', Orrell's.

There's a march from Alden.

- A vote for all men 21 years of age, it's all men?

- We only start with what we can win.

- Tonight's the night I finally start on Will Whittaker.

- [Lucy] What makes you so sure?

- Stinking your room, didn't I?

It's like eating in privy.

- [Esther] That your porridge?

- And she poured the pot on me this morning.

She's done it before, too.

- You let her?

- Well, what can we do?

- I wish she was still in the barn.

- Get a bucket of horse piss in the wash barrel.

See how she likes it. - No!

You'll only make it worse.

- I said to keep Maude away.

Maude, Maude!

Damn!

- Here, it's a two-man job.

- Well, then I reckon men should do it.

Angela, watch your sister.

I don't know how you manage with four.

- John and Will were working

by the time I had the younger ones.

- The mill was easier.

A walk to Kersal Moor on Monday will feel like a holiday.

Are you coming?

- Oh, I don't get involved.

We take care of the men.

Let the men take care of the world.

- You find it lonely, you're home all day?

- The harder they work, the more we must make

a home they want to return to.

(children chattering)

(workers coughing)

- Oi, who was it?

Who's got me clog?

- It wasn't me.

- There, it's there.

- You think this is funny?

(water splashing)

- That's an end to it.

You leave Mary-Ann alone.

(crowd laughing softly)

Now, gotta run.

I'm expecting a visitor.

(jaunty violin music)

- According to James Windlell, they seem unsettled.

- Windell understands facts and figures,

not flesh and blood.

Our hands are content,

and they appreciate what I do for them.

This childish nonsense, it won't affect us.

(knuckles rapping)

Enter.

- Ah, good.

Great news, Peter.

Wonderful news.

Will you fetch me my address book

and the seal on your way out, darling?

Parliament has decided from August the 1st

Negro apprenticeship will be abolished in the Colonies.

Can you believe it?

- Congratulations.

Long overdue.

- Now, as you know,

Joseph Sturge has worked tirelessly for this,

so I thought it right to send him a letter of thanks.

Shall I read it out,

or do you trust me enough just to sign it?

It is a little overwhelming, I know.

But it's true.

You and your people are finally free.

Sign here.

(moody violin music)

(knuckles rapping)

- If you need furniture fixing, pay a carpenter.

(door slamming)

- All done.

You may go now, Peter.

- Thank you, marm.

(birds chirping) (rooster crowing)

(dogs barking)

- My uncle saw me leave.

Demanded to know where I was going, and I answered.

- [Esther] And you couldn't say the alehouse or the shop

or hell in a handcart?

- He asked, I heard myself tell the truth.

I could've cut out my tongue.

- What use would you be then?

- I'll come tonight.

Does your bed still shake?

- It's all yours.

Morning, Mr. Howlett.

(bells ringing)

- You better go first.

- Much work on next week, Will?

- No.

- Now would be a good time to go and see Emily.

And it'd be good to hear

if there's been any news of Dirk's regiment.

- That's a great idea, John.

- Emily won't want me just to turn up with no warning.

- She'd want nothing better.

Someone will have heard something by now.

The four lads from the village joined up together.

One of them will have sent a letter or some kind of message.

- I don't know.

- You made a promise to that girl,

and she's from a good family.

- When I've saved enough, I'll bring here up here.

- She'll be all cobwebs and no teeth.

(coins clinking)

- For the journey.

Ask her to come back with you if you like.

- [Rebecca] I'll do you some food to take.

(gentle orchestral music)

(coins clinking)

(bells ringing)

(loom whirring) (machinery rattling)

- All the workers are behind it.

- [William] All the workers are behind it?

- Mills are closing right across the north.

A march from Macclesfield will pass here on the way.

How will that look?

Macclesfield masters supporting the call for democracy

while the Greg family, who pride themselves

on listening to the workers, turn a deaf ear.

- What do you think, Windell?

- He speaks for himself.

He can afford to lose a day's pay.

- Most people will give up a day for such a cause.

- Most now?

A moment ago it was all.

But I respect and have no reason to fear

the honest opinion of my workforce.

- May I ask you something?

- If you like.

- Will you teach me to read?

- To read?

If you want to read, I'm sure Mrs. Greg will teach you.

- I want you to teach me.

- Oh, but I don't know where we'd find the time.

- An early finish.

Sorry, Mr. Bate tells me that sacrificing a few hours' pay

for some greater cause is acceptable, desirable, even.

- What greater cause, sir?

- This rally Monday.

I'm informed that attending is worth a day's pay to you.

Do you feel it your duty to walk to this meeting,

or is this rabble-rousing by a noisy few?

- An honest day's work for me.

If I want to be preached at, I'll go to church.

- And the minister would tell you to know right from wrong.

(crowd murmuring)

The system needs reforming.

- No reform will ever be enough for the likes of you.

- What did the last great reform give us?

Greg and Sons employ 2000 people.

How many of us were granted the right

to vote in the last election? (crowd murmuring)

Barely more than Samuel Greg and his five sons.

And now Robert Greg is an MP, and that's reform?

(crowd murmuring)

Why should only money have a voice in Parliament?

- I want to work Monday.

Where's my voice.

- We're listening to it now, aren't we?

(crowd laughing)

Every man has the right to be heard,

and Kersal Moor is the next big step

on the road to universal suffrage.

(crowd murmuring)

- I'll see a show of hands.

Who'd have me close the mill on Monday?

- Esther Price.

- It's not a vote, it's a question.

Who'd put their hands up and risked the knacker's yard?

- Are you suggesting I hold this vote against you?

- I'm suggesting, who'd risk it?

- So what would you have me do?

- Not see who votes what.

- A secret ballot.

- There you go, one of them. - It's in the Charter.

How many men have got into Parliament

because the voters work and live on their land,

and have to raise their hands in front of them?

(crowd murmuring)

- Stones in a sack, two different sacks.

We'll add them somewhere.

- I'll take this.

This one means close the mill.

This, keep it running.

One man, one vote.

Behind the cart.

- The final decision rests with me.

Oversee proceedings, Windell.

(Esther clapping)

- You'll give the vote to every drunk

and dullard in the country.

What next, women, Negros?

(gentle orchestral music)

- Hey.

Vote to close for your Will's sake.

The shoes that'll wear out marching to Kersal Moor

will be a queue outside your door.

- It'll have to be a long one.

He'll be halfway to Bledlow by now.

Gone to be with his sweetheart.

- Votes.

Vote for the day off!

(crowd murmuring)

(stones rattling)

- The final decision rests with you,

but I know you respect the honest opinion of your workforce.

- Ensure the stokers are an hour early on Tuesday.

The boiler will need some work

if left unattended for two whole days.

- Is this wise, master?

It could be the thin end of the wedge.

- No one but Bate will actually go.

This severs a day's wages,

and the goodwill should serve me well.

- A day off Monday.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

Don't waste it.

- So that's when we can start your lessons,

if you still want to.

- I want to very much.

(girls laughing)

- If Will couldn't see what he had--

- He didn't have me.

I'd sooner dog a pig.

- I'll skip tea tonight, come over.

You won't miss him if you've got me there.

I know how to look after you.

- Oh, Windell'll catch you if you're waking all the time.

(Esther laughing)

Thou could tump him?

You've been practicing.

(girls laughing)

- Patience'll get me.

- If she was gonna do something,

she'd have done it last night.

- Said she were thinking.

Thinking and thinking, and now she's thought.

- Just stay out of her way.

(gentle orchestral music)

(knuckles rapping)

- Hang on, Lucy.

What are you doing here?

- Hey!

- I've spent all day in cold, damp clothes.

So I thought after tea,

I could dunk you and Lucy in the trough.

And then I'll do it every night until one of you drowns.

(tense orchestral music)

(Esther panting)

(bed rattling)

(Esther laughing)

(bed rattling)

- [Mary-Ann] Lucy!

I was right.

She's in there now, and she won't keep away from it.

(door rattling)

(hand slapping)

(crowd gasping)

(chair rattling)

(Patience grunting) (crowd shrieking)

(blows thudding) - Get off of me!

(Lucy grunting) (hand slapping)

(Patience gasping)

(Patience chuckling)

(children laughing)

- See you at the rally later.

See you at Kersal Moor.

See you at Kersal Moor.

If everyone thinks like that, there'll be no one there.

If people are going from all over,

they're not gonna miss me.

I might follow you on.

(door slamming)

(Esther giggling)

- Miriam can't come.

The Windells are make the apprentices

do chores about the house.

You ready, Boon?

- Long walk with my feet.

- You can lead a horse to water.

You can't make it drink. (horse snorting)

- Ride the horse.

- No, no, we're going on a big walk with your dad.

A big walk with lots and lots of people.

- Will there be horses there?

- I'll be your horse, come on.

(gentle orchestral music)

(horse whinnying)

- Walk on.

- We should get out, Will.

We've been here all weekend.

- Someone could see us.

He could see us.

- What are you so scared of?

He's not your dad.

- No, my dad died at Waterloo.

I was still was in my mother's belly.

She died a few weeks after I was born, of a broken heart.

John took me in.

Didn't have to, but he did.

I owe him a lot.

- Doesn't mean you have to live by his rules.

Just live your own life, Will,

not the one he wants you to have.

- I'm here, aren't I?

- Yeah, as long as we're in hiding you're happy.

- Aren't you happy?

What about this?

- (laughs) I'm going.

Come with me, or I might just find someone more exciting.

- A Charters meeting?

- It's not all speeches, you know.

- No?

- They have nude races there too.

They do, well, used to.

It was a tradition at Kersal Moor fair.

Single men looking for a wife would strip off

and run a race to impress the local maids.

- You're making it up.

- They had nothing to hide.

I'm going to see if I can find a man

who's not ashamed to be seen with me.

(melancholy orchestral music)

(birds chirping)

- You'll join us, brother?

They don't care.

- They do.

- Not enough to prise them from their beds or from the inns.

Look.

- This is not the only way to Kersal Moor.

Have faith.

(voices murmuring)

(knuckles rapping)

- If anyone asks, I'm delivering coal.

- There's more than one door.

Wet floor, do not enter.

- Which is Africa?

- Um.

All of this.

- And Dominica?

- That is somewhere there.

- And where are we now? (gentle orchestral music)

- There.

We'd better get started.

- Can we start with names?

- I think we should do letters first.

- Letters in names.

The important people, like Miriam.

(gentle orchestral music) (birds chirping)

(horse whinnying)

- It's a horse.

- A tired horse.

Do you want to get down and walk for a bit?

- No, it's a horse.

(horse whinnying) (crowd murmuring)

(crowd singing softly)

- I told you.

Have faith.

- Unstoppable.

We are, we're unstoppable. (laughs)

(crowd cheering)

Come on!

♪ Hurrah for old England and liberty sweet ♪

♪ The land that we live in and plenty to eat ♪

♪ We shall ever remember this wonderful day ♪

♪ The Chartists are coming, get out of the way ♪

♪ The Chartists are coming, get out of the way ♪

- Good, very good.

Any more?

- Vernon.

- V-E-R-N-O,

and then another N.

Vernon.

It's an unusual name.

Is it your father?

- No, my father was Peter.

- Then who's Vernon?

Who's Vernon?

(door rattling)

- What's going on?

I've nearly finished, Mr. Windell.

Peter's just delivering coal.

- Do you know where Mary-Ann and Lucy are?

They've been missing since this morning.

- No.

- Do you know why Lucy's face is like it is?

- No.

(moody orchestral music)

- I should go.

(crowd murmuring)

- What'll they do to us when we get back?

What will Patience do?

- "But she looked more like despair,

"and she cried out in the air,

"my Father Time is weak and gray

"with waiting for a better day.

"Rise like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number.

"Shake your chains to earth like dew

"which in sleep had fallen on you.

"Ye are many, they are few."

- Ye are many, they are few. - Ye are many, they are few.

- Esther will help us, won't she, when we get back?

- We are many, they are few. - We are many, they are few.

- Don't worry.

It's gonna be all right.

- We are many, they are few. - We are many, they are few.

- We are many, they are few. - We are many, they are few.

- We are many, they are few. - We are many, they are few.

(crowd chanting distantly) (crowd murmuring)

- Let's go back to the edge,

where there's room to have our picnic.

- I'm sure that's Ferguson.

100 yards nearer can hear what he's saying.

- Do you know what, we are stoppable.

We can't get any nearer.

There's too many people.

- O'Connor speech!

Copies of O'Connor's speech.

- Over here.

- And every year since on that anniversary,

she flew the black petticoat

she were wearing that day from a flagpole.

(crowd laughing)

But this year, this year the troops

raided her room and seized them.

Is this why our boys joined the army,

to attack innocent protestors and seize our petticoats?

Women too can help in the struggle.

(crowd cheering)

(Esther and Will laughing)

- Hello.

What's this?

- You here for the race?

- What race?

- Oh, now you've seen the competition, you're backing out.

Oh, put your clothes back on, Will.

- Backing out of what?

- A naked race.

The boys show the girls what they got,

and the winner bags a bride.

- I thought that was just a story.

Does it really happen?

- Not this year.

Doesn't look your boys are man enough.

- I'll show you who's man enough.

And where's the finishing line?

- First to the nearest beer cart and back again.

(coins clinking) (Esther chuckling)

- [Crier] Sign the petition.

Support the Charter.

- We stand together as one,

brothers and sisters, shoulder to shoulder,

to shake the very foundations of Parliament.

And if anyone asks me what I mean by universal suffrage,

I would answer that every working man in the land

had the right to a good coat to his back.

(crowd cheering) - I'll drink to that!

(crowd laughing)

- [Child] Look at that boy!

- That's a scandal!

Every working man has the right to a coat.

(crowd laughing)

- No more work than was necessary

for keeping him in health,

and as much wages as would afford him

all the blessings and enjoyment of life,

and the means to achieve all that.

The best means is to get a voice in Parliament.

Sign the petition.

Add your name to the demand for democracy and justice.

(crowd cheering)

♪ Thousands are flocking from everywhere ♪

♪ To petition the Parliament, onward they steer ♪

♪ The Chartists are coming ♪

(crowd cheering)

(Esther laughing)

(crowd cheering)

- Thousands of names, hundreds of thousands.

800,000 people signed in total for the petition.

When we've got them back from Australia,

this will be even bigger.

- Our makeup, I know some will be from the village.

We could--

- [Daniel] Look who it is.

Esther, you came.

- I did. (laughs)

- Do John Howlett know? - He will do.

- [Daniel] Wasn't it unbelievable?

We're on our way.

(distant crowd singing) (gentle orchestral music)

(pages rustling)

(chair rattling)

- Do you want me to come in with you?

- Maybe he should hear it from me first.

- Good luck.

(knuckles rapping)

- Who's that? - Will?

- [John] Back already?

- Have you news of Job, his regiment?

- Let a lad get through the door first.

- Sorry, yes.

Did you hear anything?

- No, sorry.

- Did you see Betty Carter?

She must've heard something.

Or Sarah Cooper, has she heard from her Ben?

Someone must've heard something.

- No new is good news, Bec.

- [Abraham] How was your Emily?

- Um, Emily's well.

She's, she's with another man.

- [Rebecca] Oh, Will, I'm so sorry.

You poor boy.

- That's why you're back so soon.

- It's okay, I mean, I'm fine.

- It smells like you've been drowning your sorrows.

- We should never have come here.

- No, we should.

Emily's the past now.

- Just be sure Esther Price isn't your future.

- She had a man in her rooms all weekend.

(gentle orchestral music)

- You're a liar, Will Whittaker.

(bells ringing) (machinery rattling)

- Mr. Windell tells me you were missing without permission.

I'm guessing you got that at that damn fool meeting.

You'll make it up in overtime.

Go on.

Wind it up!

- What's happened?

- You threw wash over Patience.

- Why didn't you come to see me?

- Well, you were busy dogging a pig.

- Is there a problem, Mr. Howlett?

- Yes, why haven't you started yet?

- Anything we want, we can achieve.

(stirring orchestral music)

We just have to stand together, work together.

We are many, but she is few.

- You didn't vote.

- I didn't see the point.

- We closed the mill.

- So my vote didn't matter.

- Well, you had one.

You had one, I gave it to you.

- You think I couldn't pick that up for myself?

- Don't you understand, or don't you care?

- You had your day out, a nice walk in the country.

What's changed?

I'm still a nigger with a shovel.

Why should I care about your Parliament?

- Every decision they make

affects every one of us, every day of our lives.

- Not me.

- They abolished slavery. - I became an apprentice.

- So it affected you. - It was worse.

- Worse than slavery?

- Show me the difference.

Which is a slave stripe, which is an apprentice?

Can you tell?

Can you?

- Well, now that's over too.

- So my vote didn't matter.

- There were 300,000 people there yesterday.

We're gonna create the biggest petition

the world has ever seen.

You can shrug or you can sign.

(melancholy orchestral music)

Sign.

One day we'll have working men like us in Parliament.

- Not like me.

- Men like us wouldn't have taken

hundreds of years to abolish slavery.

And we'll ensure a fair day's wage for a fair day's work.

This matters.

- I can write my name.

- Then sign.

- Miriam taught me whilst you were at your meeting.

(bells ringing)

- Oi, you forgetting something?

- No, no more.

This stops now.

- Who says?

- Me.

- Me. - Me.

- Me. - Me.

- What's happening here?

- They're picking on me, Mrs. Greg.

- Is that true, all of you?

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

- The Times estimates 30,000 in attendance.

The Chartists are saying significantly more.

I fear the genie's out of the bottle.

- Tell him he can't do that here.

Will this take long?

- When you were a boy, don't you remember

how exciting it was, getting news from home?

- I don't remember our lessons being interrupted for it.

- Here is now.

Come in, Peter.

I have a letter from your mother.

I wonder if she's heard yet. - No.

Thank you, Mrs. Greg.

A friend will read it to me later.

May I?

Thank you.

- Seems he doesn't need you as much as you thought.

- Well, well, I'm glad he's making friends.

- Mother, your letters, they meant the world to me.

- I know.

- Beg your pardon, Mrs. Greg,

but may I speak to you about Patience Dunne?

I'm worried about her. - Why?

- I think she may run away, or worse.

The other girls make her life a misery, miss.

They even poured a bucket of wash on her the other day.

Is there any way you could move her

before something terrible happens?

- It's never wise to bow to mob rule.

- She cries herself to sleep every night.

- Patience Dunne does?

- She was a very melancholy little child

when she first came here. - Was she?

- She's known more than her fair share of misfortune.

Have her moved to the servants' quarters.

We need another pair of hands in the house.

- Your cuts and bruises,

sustained in defense of Patience, were they?

- Nothing gets past you, Mr. Windell.

(gentle orchestral music)

(door closing)

- What's happened?

- Every night I lie in bed, worrying about Job.

Don't you worry about him?

Don't you wonder how he is?

He's been like a brother to you since you were a baby.

- I told them.

- Then when you said Emily had found another,

and all the time it was you down there with her.

(tense orchestral music)

- They say the market square

we have hated with all our hearts

will become our playground.

Even old Mary Alice, with legs as bent as palm trees,

has promised on the day we are free she will dance there.

How do folks forget so quickly?

I will not dance, not until you stand before me

and tell me that our family is truly free,

in blood and spirit.

I long for that day.

Ever yours, Mother.

She must feel a long way away.

- Let me take you for a drink, to thank you for reading.

(Miriam chuckling)

- Rebecca is the only woman I've ever known.

I love her with all my heart.

I'm proud to call her my wife.

But I was a boy like you, once.

I understand temptation.

Did you two find the time to talk?

- Yeah.

- And you had things in common.

- Lots.

It's not just temptation.

I really do like her.

- You both lost your parents

when you were young, am I right?

You had a family to take you in.

She went to the workhouse, and that's who she is.

- That's not who she is. - Were you her first?

Were you?

You won't be her last.

A woman like that will never be tamed.

(moody orchestral music)

I just want the best for you, Will.

I owe that to your Ma and Pa.

♪ The working men of England ♪

♪ The hardy sons of toil ♪

♪ The creatures of home and land ♪

♪ The tillers of the soil ♪

♪ The men who ♪

(lilting fiddle music)

- What's up?

You never seen Miriam Catterall before?

- Take a seat.

(lilting fiddle music) (crowd murmuring)

♪ And then will bow the forest trees ♪

♪ To men who ♪

- Miriam, will you sign the petition for the charter?

♪ The men who make the gardens bright ♪

♪ Who labor in the dark ♪

- I hear you used the day off

to teach Peter how to write his name.

- That's right.

- Once Parliament represents us all,

everyone will have the time to learn to read and write.

- That will be good.

♪ The useful men of England ♪

(crowd applauding)

- Thank you. - You are welcome.

- At last.

(Esther yelping and giggling)

I was beginning to think big John had killed you.

- We've made a mistake, a huge mistake.

I shouldn't have gone with you, and it can't happen again.

- Are you serious?

- Me and you are no good.

I'm sorry.

- You know, I thought I knew who you were,

Will Whittaker, but I was wrong.

You're weak.

You're a weak, pathetic little boy,

and I don't need you anymore.

Go away.

(jaunty music)

Do you want to dance?

- No, thank you.

- Your sweetheart doesn't mind, do you?

- She's not my sweetheart.

- Maybe you should just go home, Esther.

- Dance.

Oh, come on.

(laughs) Dance.

What's the matter, dance.

You never danced before?

Dance!

- Well done, Esther.

(fire crackling)

(door rattling)

Esther didn't mean to upset you or anything.

She's just, you know, Esther, and drunk.

- Back home when a master wasn't happy with an apprentice,

we were sentenced to the workhouse to dance the treadmill.

Six or eight at a time,

we stand along a step on a big wheel,

strapped to a bar overhead by our wrists,

and we keep it turning. (melancholy orchestral music)

The women was obliged to tie up their clothes

and half-expose themself.

There was one woman, belonged to Mr. Wallace.

She don't tie up her clothes high enough,

so her foot catch and she slip.

She hang by the wrists,

and the mill steps keep on, batter her legs and knees.

And the driver would keep on flog her.

And all the time, we keep on running and turning the mill.

If we stop so she can catch her step,

the driver flog us most dreadful,

and say, "Dance, boy, dance."

No one will tell me when to dance ever again.

I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

- I told you I'm a good talker.

Make them cry, make them laugh.

(gentle orchestral music)

I shouldn't have done that.

- No, I'm glad that you did.

- It's not who I am here.

You should be getting home.

- [Miriam] Vernon, who is Vernon?

- He was close to my grandfather when he died.

Vernon lives in England now.

I hope to meet him one day.

(water splashing)

- [Esther] Lucy.

- We're getting ready for bed.

We're almost done.

- No, not until I've sorted Patience out.

- Well, you're too late.

We've solved it.

- Well, good for you.

Hey, that's great news, Luce.

Come with me.

- Where to?

- Dunno, on a walk somewhere.

Hey, I know how to take care of you.

- [Lucy] No.

- Miriam!

If black Peter isn't your sweetheart, it's a lucky escape.

He's a moldy bastard.

- [Miriam] What's the matter with him?

- I had a lucky escape today.

Will doesn't want to see me any more.

- Oh, so that's the real reason why you're here.

- No.

Well yeah, I--

- Go home, Esther.

Just go home.

- Fine, I don't need you.

- And I don't need you.

(moody orchestral music)

(door closing)

- I'd like to go to Westminster

and smash their smug faces in!

(Esther screaming)

- I'm going back to the mill. - No, you're not.

(door slamming) (John laughing)

- It's about your son. - Timothy or Jack?

- The one in the army. - Job?

- Peter, if you love me, marry me.

- You weren't even a virgin. - Neither were you.

More chance of me milking a pigeon

than taking Will Whittaker back.

(gentle orchestral music)