All language subtitles for The Onedin Line S03e02 The Stranger

Keep those buckets going, lads, and get
those cars filled.

An ocean of fresh water, all you can
drink.

All hands to Bates and Shylock, owner's
orders.

I want a sweet -smelling ship and a
sweet -smelling crew.

The dugout.

I think there's someone in it.

Warm the lookout, will you?

Marshal!

some clear light from the galley, will
you?

I wonder who she is.

She'll tell us as she lives.

You have to come straight to the point,
Elizabeth. I've no time for small talk.

Money is the point.

Oh, then you've come to the wrong shop.

I want my share.

Of what?

The family profits.

There aren't any. I don't believe you.

James has left the entire conduct of the
business in my hands.

Yes, he's been very neglectful of late.

I shall ignore that remark.

Oh, really, Robert? All I have is the
house and Albert's income from his own

Eden Line shares.

I've spent the money he left me.

Hey, I don't know what the world's
coming to.

A man can up and leave his wife and
child and go running off to the far ends

the earth.

Albert has gone to make his fortune.

It's a very sensible arrangement.

It is the height of folly.

I want my share of the profits. I need
it.

James will no doubt declare the dividend
at the annual shareholders' meeting.

Shareholders? You mean you and James?
I'll not see a penny piece.

You are also a shareholder now,
Elizabeth.

Fifteen percent?

Well, you still have a right to be
heard.

Yes, and go unheeded.

I want my dividends paid quarterly,
starting from now. It can't be done.

I have a house to maintain.

Then why don't you sell it?

It's far too big for one.

You get a fair price for it. The house
is not for sale. It is mine, and I

to keep it.

I'm afraid you have no other option,
Elizabeth.

The husband is the breadwinner in every
family. How much are my shares worth?

Oh, well, now, if you're thinking of
selling... Oh, not to you or James.

Very unwise, Elizabeth. I'm only
thinking of your best interest, you

You'd be selling on a falling market.
Things is hard in shipping, very hard.

Father might be prepared to pay a fair
price.

Fraser?

You wouldn't dream of selling to Fraser.
The man's taken over Cullens. He's in

direct opposition to us. In which case,
he should make a most generous offer.

No, wait, Elizabeth. Don't be so hasty,
love.

I'm sure that in my capacity as managing
director, I can manage a small interim

payment.

How much?

There are the wages for my staff.

But you need all that stuff now. I mean,
living all alone in that... In that big

house? It's no use, Robert.

I am not going to sell my house to you
and Sarah.

However much she wants it.

Don't move it.

Keep running.

Run.

Don't stop.

You mustn't stop.

No.

Quite so.

Now you're aboard a British ship, the
Osiris, homeward bound for Liverpool.

Do you know Liverpool?

Let her drink this.

All right.

Come on. Let me

try.

There's a good girl.

If I may speak without offence, Mr. O
'Neden, I would have preferred to deal

directly with your brother. You may rest
assured, Mr. Biddulph, there is no

facet of James's business with which I
am not familiar.

No man can serve two masters.

I think you will find, Henry, that in
matters of business, the adage does not

hold true.

Mr. O 'Neden here may very well serve
two masters, himself as chandler and

O 'Neden as owner. That's a common
enough practice. And one to be deployed.

was thinking of your brother James's
taste for taking himself off to sea in

moments of crisis.

A man cannot keep his finger upon the
parts of business from the other side of

the world.

In the coal fields, Mr. Dunedin. Here,
in the coal fields. A man is worthy of

his hire.

There's scripture for you.

Pay them, Henry, pay them. Oh, yes, it's
easy enough for you to be free with

other folks' money, but you'll sing a
different tune when your potter is hit.

What a crisis.

The miners object to hacking out the
owner's hundredweight. They demand,

mark you, higher wages and lower output.

Now, if the banks charge the guinea for
every pound... I'll warrant there'd be

an outcry from the business community
that would ring through the very

of heaven itself.

And yet the moment a miner objects to
hacking out 2 ,100 weight for every ton,

you call him an ungrateful dog and close
the doors in his face. But, gentlemen,

surely there is room for compromise.

There is, there is. Compromise means
that I give and they take.

Never. We picked you up 90 miles east of
the Amazon.

You weren't to know, but you were
floating in an ocean of fresh water.

You don't need to dip the baler over the
side.

What? Aye.

The Amazon pushes 200 miles out to the
sea.

The Amazon?

Yeah,

now, come on, wake up.

Wake up!

What's your name?

Name? Aye.

What's your name?

Drink some more of this.

Then you can go to sleep again, eh?

No.

Won't?

Is that your name?

must prepare yourselves for a long
battle.

Last year, the Yorkshire miners held out
for six months.

Six months?

Yes, but our contract with you calls for
us to reserve you six ships. You to

supply coal free on board and trim.

Oh, unless you keep your side of the
bargain, those ships will lie idle. I

couldn't possibly find cargoes for them
at short notice.

Now, perhaps we can begin to appreciate
the far -reaching effects of one man's

obstinacy. My obstinacy?

Speak to those damned miners of
obstinacy, sir. The first effect will be

shortage of coal. Then the laying up of
ships.

Scores of British seamen out of work.

Are you of your business to consider?

As ship chandler, I'd be hard hit.

And a prospective candidate who hopes to
draw on the support of the labouring

classes that can hardly afford to be
associated with those who oppose their

demands for the right to earn an honest
crust.

Oh.

Ah, well.

I'm sure there must be a penalty clause
in that contract.

Yes, there is, Mr. O 'Neill, there is.
And I had hoped to persuade you to waive

that obligation.

Ah.

Ah,

well, I think that while stocks last,
there's no need to come to any

harsh decisions, which in any case would
require the approval of my fellow

directors.

and have the makings of a fair
politician, Robert.

Now, in the interests of the country,
Mr. Pickle, don't you... My gates remain

closed until they come to their senses.

Do you not recall your name, madam?

I tried, but... More, you said.

No.

Not more.

Sorry, son.

The best our slot chest can offer.

It'll come.

It'll come.

He should not have come up on deck until
the cool of the evening.

So I'm bearably stuffy down there.

We've not yet met the tropics.

Captain Baines, maybe we could get the
carpenter to put up an awning.

It's a canvas.

A few lengths of rattan.

And in our charity, ladies, I think we
might support a soup kitchen. For the

deserving, I say, and not for those lazy
ne 'er -do -wells who infest our

streets with hands outstretched and by
their immodest behaviour make our very

thoroughfares an embarrassment to the
members of our sex.

I can, however, assure you that the
moment my husband is elected to the

he will not spare himself, nor will he
flinch from his duty until this riffraff

has been cleared from our streets.

I therefore confidently ask for your
active support and...

Thank you kindly for your attention.

My very first speech, Elizabeth.

Do you think I adequately expressed the
sentiments of the meeting?

Well, Sarah, it hardly adds to Robert's
image of himself as a fire -eating

radical reformer.

Robert is no radical. Oh, politics bore
me.

I thought it a very pretty speech, Mrs.
O 'Neill. Oh, thank you, dear Miss

Beddow.

Such a markedly sweet name, don't you
agree, O 'Needon? What?

This O 'Needon.

What was James's wife like?

One of the finest women who ever lived.

She always wore a brown dress and a
little lacy shawl.

I found these garments in the chest. I
hope you don't mind.

How dare you? Mr. Leedon, sir.

Please.

You must bear with him, ma 'am.

Mr. Leedon's knocked himself these last
months.

He looked demented.

He reminded me of... It's them garments,
you see.

It belonged to his wife.

She died in childbirth.

Oh, I didn't know.

Why should you?

I found them in the chest.

Yeah, that was hers.

He's kept it here ever since.

I shall replace them very carefully,
then apologize.

No, ma 'am. If I were you, I'd just let
it rest.

He's sort of...

Hiding from memory, is he?

That I can understand.

Miss Biddulph.

Come along, Miss Biddulph. No,

your left hand's too tight. Look, more
like that. See,

just get the fingers a little bit
higher.

Do we not have the pleasure of your
wife's company this evening, Captain

Fogarty? She asked me to tender
apologies and beg your indulgence for a

indisposition. Oh, sorry, sir.

Robert is the most considerate of
husbands and would not dream of

function where I am the least
inconvenienced.

I've never had a day's owner to my life.

You've heard of all the advantages.

Don't you agree, Robert?

Oh, you're quite right, Mr. Fraser. I
quite agree.

Robert? Hmm?

I'd like a word.

Excuse me, my friend.

One or two other matters.

Oh?

Shipping's going through a bad patch,
eh? Oh, terrible. I've never known

so bad.

The chundler side of the business is
feeling the pinch. I'll not deny that.

No time for dog -eat -dog. More for
share and share alike, wouldn't you say?

Eh?

With a little goodwill on both sides,
you could supply my ships as well as

Orneedan's. Oh, well, if I can oblige
you in any way, Mr. Fraser, you've only

got to say the word.

There's not much to gain from treading
on one another's toes.

Our best interests lie in each company
developing its own sphere of influence

without interference from the other.

If James will agree to keep his ships
out of my orders, I'll keep mine out of

his.

A gentleman's agreement.

Well,

I'll do what I can, Mr. Fraser.

And there's my hand on it. Well done.
Well done, Robert. Thank you. Thank you.

Ah, yes, my dear.

My turn?

You cannot yet tell us how you came to
be adrift in a native canoe.

It's no use. I cannot remember.

Perhaps if you would concentrate more
upon your upbringing, ma 'am.

England?

No, I cannot recall.

Well, move on to Liverpool.

Liverpool.

Now, that has a familiar ring.

Someone, somewhere... It'll come back,
ma 'am.

Never fear.

He'll come back in time.

That's just a little of that left.

Coming into harbour within five days.

If you've come to her at the Lady Muck,
you're in for a short welcome.

Oh, I have no wish to intrude, Eileen.
I'm no longer a parlour maid in your

father's house.

My lawful wedded name is Mercy.

Mrs. Eric Mercy, if you please.

Oh, come now, Eileen. We were such good
friends.

Servant and mistress.

Those days have gone, thank God.

You'll get no bobbing and curtsying in
this house, let me tell you. But I only

want to help. You can best help by
persuading your skim -slip father to

Colliery Gate. Yes, but he will, he
will. I've heard him say so often.

The moment the men promise to go back to
work, your husband could persuade them

to do that.

They'd listen to him, and he would
listen to you.

I've told my husband, you go back before
strikes one and I'll leave you.

You don't mean it.

Charity costs the rich nothing.

What right have you got to come down
here?

You've no idea. You don't know what it's
like.

What good's a loaf of bread?

Will you come round tomorrow when we've
eaten that?

I've got four children to feed as well
as me husband and meself.

Boiled vegetables picked up out of the
gutter after the market.

You wouldn't throw it to a stray dog.

fighting to keep my children alive, but
I won't do it on charity.

My husband can work and wants to work,
but for a fair wage.

I'd rather starve than ask him to go
back.

The devil, you say.

A coal strike on at Biddle's Pits.

What does the fool think he's doing?
I've got six ships on standby waiting

his cargo of coal.

It's not Mr. Biddles' collars alone, you
know. The entire St. Helens Coalfield

is at a standstill.

What are you doing about it?

Me? Yes, you.

I left you in charge, did I not? Well,
what can I do?

Get cargo for six hungry ships, I hope.

They'll all be coming home to roost like
so many hens, gobbling up the profits

in idleness.

Freight is hard to come by.

I know that. It's your business to find
it. That's easier said than done.

All the regular trades are spoken for.

Look. You only hold the trade until
somebody sharper comes along to take it

you.

Right.

So... We'll take up some of Cullen's old
Swedish contracts. Now, that fool

Fogarty's let things run down.

I doubt if Fraser's yet got a tie to all
the things.

We'll detach a couple of ships for
Sweden.

Now, what business answers do we know
there?

We can't do that, James.

Why not?

Well, during your absence, Mr Fraser and
I came to a gentleman's agreement.

You did what?

It's Mr Fraser's contention, and one
with which I wholeheartedly concur that

during this infernal trade recession,
there's little to be gained and a great

deal to be lost if we waste time and
energy by undercutting each other.

So we thought that, well, just for the
interim...

It would be to our mutual advantage and
profit if we agreed to keep to our own

established boundaries, as it were.

Spoken like a real politician.

All words and no purpose.

So it frees us to grow fat while we grow
lean, eh?

Well, my words are deeds. There's coal
in the ground. It ought to be in my

now, but it was a fool.

If he thinks that that strike can't be
broken, then Fraser could whistle for a

cargo if an illegal ship could get to
any point in the world before he does.

Now, think first, James. Think first and
not in haste. There's a great deal at

stake. Oh, for whom?

Oh, now, be reasonable, James. In my
considered opinion, this proposal of Mr

Fraser's is a very fair one, especially
coming from him. After all, he is in the

stronger position.

How many ships do we have at hand?

Well, I know there's a Saratoga. She's
discharged, I know.

Waiting for call.

Then there's Our Lady Fair. You and
Baines can go on the Saratoga. You're

for Gothenburg. You can go on this
evening's tide.

Me? But, James, you don't mean that.
Look, I've got business here.

But, James, you know the sea and I don't
get on together.

Anyway, I gave Mr Fraser my word.

Did you sign anything?

No. Good, that's settled, then. Your
word signifies nothing.

Oh.

Lots of warm clothing with it. Very cold
there this time of year.

Now, madam.

How can we resolve the opera?

Aye, my son's been a sore disappointment
to me.

He has promised to send for me.

When he's made his fortune, no doubt.

That day will come when Nelson gets his
eye back.

Mrs. Fraser and I have had a close
discussion about your, uh, predicament.

Oh?

Can't be good for you living in a great
empty house all by yourself.

Everyone seems determined to relieve me
of my own home.

Our conclusion was you'd be well advised
to sell up and settle down with us.

We've plenty of room, far more than we
need. I couldn't possibly accept such an

offer. And besides, you seem to forget I
still have my own need -in -line chair.

Ah. Well, now, there I might be able to
help you.

I could take them off your hands at a
fair price, reinvest your capital

Oh, why, Jane, how providential. You can
advise me.

How much are my shares worth?

Caroline, what are you doing here?

Caroline!

Don't touch me!

One of them touched me.

His hand on me.

I hit him and ran.

I ran and ran.

I can't stop running and don't look
back.

I knew he was following me.

I couldn't bear to look.

I might have seen him.

My niece.

My wife's sister's eldest girl.

She's been out in Brazil for six years.

Married to Geoffrey Maudsley.

He's in the railway business out there.

How did you meet her?

Surveying the countryside for a railway
link.

They asked me to go with him.

I'd seen so little of him these last few
months.

We made camp on the... Bank of the
Itapakuru River.

There's an inhospitable country, if you
like.

Headhunters. I was awakened by the
screaming of the others.

Terrible screaming.

Then... Geoffrey took his gun and went
out.

When I went out...

And if them had taken hold of him...

Yes, Captain Pockety. What is it?

Robert Ornidian is to take the Saratoga
to Gothenburg.

Robert gave me his word he'd keep the
Ornidian ships out of my waters.

Damn James Ornidian!

There may be something I can do, sir.
Do? What can you do?

I'll race the Saratoga to Gothenburg.

Robert Ornidian and Baines will be storm
and tempest to each other on that ship.

First come, first served.

I should have several days to make firm
our business contacts.

It's not enough.

If James is bent on filching my trade...
Have the whole voice to contemplate

that problem, sir. Something will occur
to me.

That's what I like about you, Captain
Fogarty.

You're always ready and willing to fight
James O 'Neill.

It's us.

Hurry in.

Good night, sir.

They crept up on the camp at night,
hooting and howling... and painted in

likeness of bogeymen and devils.

And the whole company was massacred in
the most revolting manner.

Aye. Her husband, decapitated.

Before her very eyes.

Oh, Robert, don't forget to take an
extra pair of woolen mittens, will you?

I've heard the weather in those northern
climates can be quite atrociously cold.

And is Mrs. Mawson now fully recovered?

Oh, aye.

You know, she's worth a pretty penny,
Sarah.

Apparently, Maud, she was a man of very
wide business interests.

Nothing can compensate for the loss of a
loved one. She's related to the

Fraser's, I understand.

A niece on the distaff side, I believe.

Smelling salt and aspirin in case you
get one of your headaches.

And a flask of brandy.

For medicinal purposes only.

Wintergreen for your chest.

And a jar of goose grease.

Now, don't forget, Robert, take a
spoonful of goose grease every day. It's

sovereign remedy against pneumonia.

Red flannel.

And your nightshirt.

And don't forget to air before wearing.

I don't see why I have to go to Sweden.
The voyage will do you good. Oh, but,

Sarah, I don't speak Swedish.

All educated foreigners speak English.

Where was she found?

Eh?

Oh, we found her adrift in an open
canoe.

Half dead from thirst.

Quite exposed to the mercy of the
elements.

Is she very old?

No, not very.

Pushing 30?

Oh, it's hard to tell, really.

When I saw her, she was dressed like a
seaman.

Her hair was all matted and her face all
blotchy.

Threw being at sea for too long.

So your husband has deserted you. Well,
not exactly.

In truth, I refuse to go with him.

Very sensible.

The effect is the same.

May I?

Of course.

Under the circumstances, the best advice
I can give to you, my dear, is to take

a lover.

Lock your gates. No.

Locked gates serve as an excuse for
obstinacy. Throw your gates open and

soon come drifting. You don't know
miners. They're a clannish community.

How many men are out?

700. They can't all be leaders.

But at rest, one or another steps in to
take his place.

Do you imagine this to be a new
situation, that we masters hadn't

that? Well, it's no use picking them off
one by one. I suggest we make a clean

sweep, say 10%, eh?

70 men.

But isn't a fourth strong enough to
arrest them? Or a lock -up big enough to

hold them?

Right, what are their demands?

As always, higher wages and improved
conditions of employment.

Right, then.

They shall have their wish.

Who wants to

burrow under the ground like a rabbit,
eh?

When is the opportunity?

Breathing God's own fresh air.

employer. Regular wages.

An allotment for your wives.

And three square meals a day.

Feed full and plenty.

Whatever's happening?

He signed on for a sailor.

Now, here's his advance note.

You can crack that the moment he says,
eh?

Come along, Collie, up with you now.
Come on.

There we go.

I will send him back safe and sound.

Then, with you, then, Caroline is the
most delightful companion imaginable.

Though I must say she does hold with the
most outrageous opinions.

Really? And what is more, she smokes
cigars and cigarettes as bold as any

Then she must have very common tastes,
for cigarettes are strictly for the

classes.

Caroline said the fashion is catching
among society ladies.

Would you care to try one?

The gentlemen are very welcome to their
vices.

Perhaps we should have started with
cigars.

Breathe in this air.

Tastes like wine.

Oh, yeah, it does.

As pretty a path of ships as you'll ever
behold.

Looks like a Fraser ship birth of the
jetty.

I reckon Captain Pockety's beaten us to
it.

I doubt he'd be pleased to see you, sir.

Well, kindly leave the conduct of the
business to me, Captain Baines.

Here, have another one.

Good for your stomach.

Now, I thought it was clearly understood
that this was to be our trading area.

Well, I put Mr Fraser's proposal to
James, but he would have none of it.

You and Mr Fraser shook hands on it.

I know.

Well, you know James.

Oh, I do.

A gentleman's agreement means nothing to
him.

Well... I could hardly order him to keep
his ships out.

No.

Well, you can take a bite of that
Chandler's contract Mr Fraser offered

That would have been worth a bob or two.

Unless,

of course... Oh, no, you're... You're
not the kind of person who would put

own interest above your brother James.

Unless what?

Oh, I have another one.

Keep the cold out in these parts.

What?

What did you have in mind, Daniel?

Why should you do James' dirty work and
suffer into the bargain?

Well, hardly dirty work. What cargo are
you carrying?

Timber, I suppose.

There are other cargoes.

I know.

Wood pulp.

Cargoes where you wouldn't be treading
on Fraser's toes. I mean, cargoes that

would enable you to keep that Chandler's
contract Mr. Fraser offered you.

Such as?

Well, let's say... Orts and Lucifers.

Oats.

Oats. And Lucifer.

Oats and Lucifer's.

Taken to prison?

Yes, I'm sorry.

It seems that he and a few others have
refused to sail.

How long?

Three months.

With hard labour.

What's to become of me?

Oh, it's a terrible thing to be sent to
prison, I know.

But there's no disgrace in your
husband's case. There's no disgrace.

You poor, innocent idiot, with your
educated notions of what's right and

wrong.

Disgrace, indeed.

Oh, no, you mustn't worry about him.

I don't worry about him. I worry about
me.

I've no man, no money coming in, no
food, and in a day or two, no house.

Do you understand what your fine friends
have done?

They've destroyed a village.

All the able -bodied men have gone to
sea, and they're working the mines with

wagon lords of flat legs.

And my Eric's rotting in jail.

Yes. And who's to blame but himself?

Mr. O 'Neill came to this village and of
his charity offered food and work.

Had your husband stuck to his part of
the bargain, freely entered Matthew, he

would not be in the straits he finds
himself in now. And you would be in

receipt of his allowance of wages just
as though he were here.

Just as though he were here.

Why are you so intent on springing to
the defense of this paragon of virtue?

Because he is the man I plan to marry.

Oh, Sir Lucifer.

Well, the freight will just about cover
the cost of the voyage.

You have the whole of Sweden's resources
to choose from.

Timber, wood pulp.

Paper, iron ore, copper, zinc, and
you've come back with oats and loaves.

there's too much competition, James.

Goldenburg is full of shipping. You ask
Captain Baines. So, we'll leave the

entire Baltic and the North Sea to
Fraser, do we? Well, it never was one of

trading areas.

Oh, perhaps you're right.

So long as one of us is turning a
profit, I suppose it doesn't matter.

Well, this will be my market.

Right, let's see now.

Call to Bilbao.

Braganza's wines from Lisbon, by
Madeira, Cape Verde, Tretill, cocoa,

high, wet Indies for sugar.

That is mine.

You can tell Fraser that he's welcome to
the Baltic and the North Sea and

squeezes profits from where he can. Ah,
you're as ambitious as ever, James.

I treat the world the way the world
treats me.

No conscience to hold me back now.

Good morning, Mr. O 'Neill.

Good morning.

Mr.

O 'Neill!

You are a scoundrel, sir, a scoundrel!

For finding work for starving men.

Those men went hungry of toys.

So I'm supposed to go hungry along with
them, am I? Well, that's not my choice,

nor that of my seamen. Your seamen have
much to think before.

Fill their places with abducted miners
and expect their gratitude? You are a

hypocrite, Mr. Reneed, and a hypocrite.

Abducted? They signed articles without
coercion. Without coercion? My

understanding is you plied these
unfortunate men with drink.

until they were insensible as to what
nonsense they were putting their names.

They signed articles, then, Mr.
Plimsoll, they will go to sea.

Aye. Only because if they refuse,
they'll be hunted down like common

prosecuted with all the rigor of the
law, and sent to prison for a term of at

least three months. Now that, Mr. O
'Neill, I call coercion. And coercion of

worst kind. No point in arguing with a
man like you, sir. You have your

opinions, I have mine. Oh, good day to
you.

Day to you, ma 'am.

Hey, Mr. Plimsoll.

No, no, wait.

What's all this about?

I hope I'm not intruding, Mr. Ronegan.

I've yet to thank you for your timely
assistance.

Well, that was more good luck than good
intent.

You are too modest, Mr. Ronegan.

My recollection is that you nursed me
back to life.

We did what was necessary.

And to think that Mr. Plimsoll described
you as a scoundrel.

And did you agree with him?

Yes.

How?

How else would you describe a man who,
for no other motive than that of private

gain, abducts a few score half -starved
wretches whose only crime was in

demanding a decent return for their
labour?

Well, they're earning a fair living at
this very moment.

But not of their own choosing.

And certainly not one I should care to
recommend.

During my stay aboard your ship, Mr. O
'Neill, I could not help but observe

your men were ill -clothed and ill
-used, driven to work like so many dogs,

with food and accommodation not fit for
farmyard animals.

I also noticed that you and your
officers ate of the best and slept

clean sheets.

I think those miners are in for a rude
awakening. I think that you speak from

ignorance. Any ship's master will tell
you.

He thinks himself fortunate if...

Half his crew have ever set foot aboard
a ship before. Now, where do you think

we get them from, eh?

The crimping houses.

Your miners can think themselves lucky
that they didn't have to give a month's

wages in advance for blood money.

Blood money?

It's a custom. Not one I care for, but
not one I could change.

Have you ever tried?

No, I have not.

But if it's change you want, I suggest
that you address yourself to Brother

Robert. Now, he is the politician of the
family. I'm going to show you, Mrs.

Mortley, that Mr. Plimsoll and myself
are in complete accord on this subject.

said as much in a recent speech to my
constituents... I see I have an ally.

Well, don't question his motives too
closely.

Robert is in charge of all the ship's
fittlings.

The welfare of one's workers should be a
charge upon all.

Why do you think men go to work, eh? For
pleasure? For the company that they

keep? Work is ours, always has been.

Better than pauperism. Are you wicked?
Like their misery.

They deserve better.

A man doesn't get what he deserves.

He gets what he earns.

You are a man entirely without
compassion.

Good day to you, Mr. O 'Neill.

Mrs. Arthur?

Ah, James, there goes a woman of spirit.

Aye.

More than the sea could douse, eh?

She likes to put her oar in and all. And
she's not without influence.

Not with me.

Strikes me. You hauled out more than you
can handle when you fished her out of

the sea.

Well, if she's any trouble.

We can always throw her back again.