All language subtitles for The Onedin Line s02e13 The Challenge.eng

Emma, how wonderful to see you.

That creature.

Just look at that dress.

Shameless. Elizabeth!

Welcome home.

Where did you get it? You look splendid.

It's absolutely the latest fashion
direct from Paris.

Do say you like it, Albert.

Only a blind man could fail to express
his admiration.

Miss Callan, Fogarty. Thank you for an
entertaining voyage, Mr Fogarty. My

pleasure, Mrs Fraser.

Of course, I shall never wear a
crinoline again. They are so demoted.

What was that wretch doing aboard your
ship? She was a passenger.

A passenger, indeed.

Now, let me tell you, Daniel Fogarty.
No, Miss Emma Callan, I will not permit

you to tell me. Not here, not in public.

If you wish to raise your voice like a
fishwife, then do so in the privacy of

office.

It was nothing more than an unfortunate
coincidence.

I would not trust her an inch. On the
way back from Paris, she took passage

aboard the first ship bound for
Liverpool.

She is a faithless creature and has
proved so in the past, as you well know.

May God preserve me from spiteful and
jealous women.

I had reason for jealousy once.

Or do you choose to forget that she was
once carrying your child?

I would forget the sooner were you not
so bent on constantly reminding me.

reminder, sir, has romantical notions
and a hobbledy hoist at the discretion

the name of womanhood.

We were aboard the ship for a day and a
night, in the company of twenty seamen

and seven other passengers.

And I can assure you that at all times
both Mrs. Fraser and myself behaved with

the utmost circumspection.

You're sure it was naught but a
coincidence?

Of course it was a... Although I
wouldn't put it past James O 'Needon.

What?

Well, he and Albert Fraser would like
nothing better than to cause a rift

between you and I.

Mr. O 'Neill is away.

And Mr. Fraser is too honorable a
gentleman to risk his wife's reputation.

Then it was a coincidence.

Are we agreed?

Sorry, Daniel.

I know I'm green -eyed with jealousy,
but I can't help it.

Poor Emma.

Well, there's only one way you can save
me from the wiles of designing women.

You must... You must name the day.

I do wish you had consulted me earlier,
Mrs. O 'Neill.

It was nothing, Doctor. Just a stitch. A
slight attack of the stomach cramp.

Which you imagine to be one of the
disorders to which your sex is subject,

Yes.

Well, not hide it from me, Mrs. O
'Neill.

This disorder is of a more serious
nature and is directly connected with

recent miscarriage.

And you know, your medical history over
the past four years has been, well, not

good. Oh, that was nothing.

Pain, Mrs. O 'Neill, is part of God's
mercy and we ignore his warnings at our

peril.

You have a fine house, servants to do
your bidding.

You're more fortunate than most.

Yes, James is a good husband.

And an affectionate one.

We hold each other in very high regard,
if that is your meaning.

That is not my meaning.

Oh.

I will speak plainly, Mrs. O 'Neill.

Under no circumstances must you bear
children.

I cannot have a child.

Ever. I did not say that.

I said you must not.

But my husband, he so longs for a son.

Out of the question.

I'm sorry.

What can I say?

How can I possibly tell him?

I can't spare you that embarrassment.

When Mr. O 'Neill didn't get... No!

I shall tell him myself when he's
returned.

Visiting ships is the only hospitality
we have in this godforsaken port.

You've been to Zanzibar before, Captain?

No, no, this is my first experience.

Well, make it your last.

Thank you.

I've known worse.

Ah, they're venal. Every last one of
them venal.

I beg your pardon, Captain. There's a
boat approaching.

Hmm. That'll be his nibs. His who?

Saeed bin Salim.

Calls himself a sheep.

What do you call him?

A scoundrel, sir.

A scoundrel.

Sheikh Saeed bin Salim. Salaam, Captain.
Greetings,

Your Excellency.

Captain Franks.

It is a pleasure to meet you again.

It's a one -sided pleasure. When do I
start discharging cargo?

Alas, Captain, the lighters are not yet
free of their other... There'll be no

more presents, no more backsheesh. Is
that clear?

Such small offerings as you have made
from the goodness of your heart have the

blessings of Allah.

Not another dime.

Now, you start your boys. I'm loading my
ships right now.

Or you're going to have my consul
breathing down your neck.

Sheik.

Good day, Captain.

The Americans are a forthright race, but
they do have an unhappy tendency of

exporting their virtues as well as their
goods.

A wise man acknowledges the customs of a
strange country.

Well, Your Excellency, will you take a
seat? Thank you.

Can I offer you some refreshment? I
regret my religion forbids the taking of

alcohol. Well, mine doesn't, but I never
did. Take much to John Barleycorn.

This climate.

I prefer...

Lemonade.

That I find most unusual, Captain.

It is my experience that most Europeans
drink not so much to satisfy their

thirst, but to inflame their passions.

It is written that the fruit of the
zackum tree shall truly be the food of

sinners. Like scalding water, it shall
simmer in his belly.

You are a true believer, Captain.

No, I'm not a believer.

It is also written, he that reveres the
Koran shows the piety of his heart.

I've bought a bit more than pint, eh?

Have you a fine American?

Twenty such rolls.

It's a gift for your excellency.

Also for your excellency.

A small gift smooths even the path of
the righteous.

Most thoughtful, Captain.

How many...

Beers of Americani do you have for sale?

12 ,000 such rolls.

200 cases of muskets and ammunition.

All at a fair price.

A fair price, Captain, is one that gives
satisfaction to both parties.

What is your first price?

Well, now, for how many rolls?

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Mr. O 'Neill.

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Robert O 'Neill.

Yes, I am. My name is Mitchell, sir. My
card.

Oh.

Oh, Mr. Mitchell.

You're a tea merchant, then? Yes, but
that is not the purpose of my business.

I had hoped to have the privilege of
meeting Mr. James O 'Neill.

Oh, well, I'm afraid you've made a
fruitless journey, sir. My brother is

Yes, I understand.

That's why I came to see you.

Oh. Well, if I can be of any assistance.

Yes, I'm a shareholder of the Oneiden
steamship line.

Oh, well, sir.

Mr. Mitchell, I am very pleased to make
your acquaintance.

Sorry. Yes, during my brother's absence,
I am responsible for the business

affairs of the company.

A responsibility you share with me, Mr.
Fraser, and your chairman, Mr.

Fogarty. Quite right, yes. Thank you.

Oh, George.

Do Oneidon line directors normally
conduct their business in the streets,

Oneidon?

I do ask your pardon, sir.

Would you come this way, please?

This is my wife, Mr Mitchell.

How do you do?

Oh, my pleasure indeed, ma 'am.

You'll find it's in a pretty pickle, I'm
afraid. Tea, please, Rachel.

Oh, come on, go on.

Oh, for heaven's sake, watch your hands,
girl.

Oh,

I do apologise for the disorder, Mr
Mitchell. Oh, on the contrary, it's I

should apologise for calling at such an
inconvenient moment. I do understand,

Mrs O 'Neill, that business does not
stand upon ceremony.

Oh, yes. Would you care for a glass of
wine, sir?

Oh, that's very kind of you.

Oh, yes.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

It is so inconvenient.

You simply have nowhere to turn.

Excuse me.

Oh, Rachel.

So you're a shareholder, you said, then,
Mr Mitchell.

Well, you've invested wisely, sir. I
think not, sir. The company has as yet

not one penny in dividends.

Oh. Well, it will, sir. It will. But not
until the ship is launched. And if

you'll forgive me saying so, Mr. O
'Neill, that seems to be taking an

unconscionably long time.

Your health, sir.

Yes. Well, of course, Mr.

Fraser is our designer, and I can assure
you that I have the utmost confidence

in him.

Yes, I have taken the liberty of calling
upon Mr. Fraser and upon Mr.

Fogarty, but...

Neither gentleman was at home. The
matter, therefore, rests with you, Mr. O

'Neill. Oh.

Oh.

What matter?

How unforgivably remiss of me. No, I
wish to dispose of my shares.

Oh. Oh, well, then, if that is your
wish, sir, far be it from me to...

How many shares do you have on offer?

5 ,000.

5 ,000?

But that's the 5 % that James needs in
order to regain control of the company.

Thank you, Sarah.

It's all right, Robert. I can manage.

So you have shares on offer, sir.

And what price are you asking?

They're on offer to the highest bidder.

Oh, good morning. Good morning.

Mr and Mrs Fraser?

Yes. I've just come from Mr Robert O
'Neill's premises.

My name is Mitchell.

The highest bidder. It's outrageous.

Well, who can blame the man?

He knows well enough that whoever gains
control of those shares gains control of

the company.

Well, we can't possibly afford to buy
them. Oh, it's out of the question.

I mean, all these extensive repairs and
alterations will take every penny of our

capital.

Oh, where is James?

Why isn't he here?

That Fogarty will seize this opportunity
with both hands. You mark my words. And

James has nobody to blame but himself.

Excuse me. Find a way of foisting the
blame onto me. You mark my words.

Well, what can you do? The price that Mr
Mitchell is asking is quite beyond our

reach. And even if we had the money, I
mean Fogarty without bidders.

Well...

Sir, there's only one thing for it.

What are you thinking of now?

Well, I'll have to send a cable to
James. Tell him to come home straight

And whatever happens, Mr Mitchell must
not find out that we don't have the

money. But he'll call again.

Of course he will.

But we won't be here.

What?

We're taking a holiday.

And we're taking it now.

I approached the other shareholders and
persuaded them to sell to me. And now

you're offering them for £10 ,000.

When you paid only £2 ,500 for them.

Whoever controls those shares, madam,
controls the company.

In your husband's position, I would have
thought the sum of £10 ,000, a

remarkably small amount, to pay in the
furtherance of a lifetime's ambition.

I don't know what my partner's reaction
to your offer would be, but in my

opinion, the shares are not worth half
that sum.

Well, what do you suppose they might be
worth to, um...

Mr. Fogarty.

Have you already approached him? Oh, not
yet.

But you intend to?

Obviously.

I must warn you, sir, that Mr. Fogarty
is a man with a hasty temper.

Should you have the temerity to approach
him the way you've approached me, he

may very well pitch you through the
nearest window.

I shall simply have to take that risk.

Have a good day to you, sir.

Just a moment, Mr. Mitchell.

It would appear, sir, that you're not
particularly well informed.

The struggle for control of the O 'Neill
line is between James O 'Neill and

Daniel Fogarty.

Will those two gentlemen hold the purse
trinks?

So you've nothing to lose, and perhaps
much to gain by awaiting James O

return. Thank you, Mrs. Fraser.

Perhaps I might take your advice.

Good day to you.

I cannot see what you hope to gain,
beyond setting James and Fogarty at one

another's throats.

James has yet to be vested in a bargain.

He will wrest those shares from Mr.
Mitchell by fair means or foul.

I don't know how anyone can possibly
work in that pantomime.

It defies the imagination.

And that heat, it must ruin a hedge.

What is it? The steam hammer.

It started on the keel.

Why,

Mr. Coggesmere?

You overstepped your authority, Fraser.

Ah, the great and gentleman felt hot
foot from the yard in the dark.

I understand that you've given
instructions on behalf of the company

lay at the keel of Miss Steamship and
the works in progress.

On whose authorization?

Me contract stipulates that I'm to
design and build a steamship. The

completed. But the specifications have
yet to be agreed upon. They have been

agreed upon.

Between meself and Mr. Robert and Ian.

Robert? We're merely carrying out
James's instructions.

Do you have these instructions in
writing? Robert has.

I'd take it up with him if I were you.

Come now.

Not so fast, Razor.

You're disturbing me. I haven't seen it.

If you'd oblige me by removing your
hand, I'd overlook your boring

for one. If you pair of louts must
brawl, kindly do it in private.

I'll put your arm, if you please.

Then it is settled.

Yes, we are agreed.

However, having disposed of one cargo, I
should pretty much like to pick up

another. For the purchase of which you
will require my good offices?

For which you will be rewarded amply.

It is a pleasure to transact business
with one of such delicate understanding.

Come. Well, I shall require cobalt,
hives, ivory. It shall all be arranged.

And in return, you shall perform for me
one small service.

Oh?

A party of my countrymen wish to make
the holy pilgrimage to Mecca.

Pilgrims? Board a British ship.

Is not the harbour of Zanzibar full of
dhows only too eager for such traffic?

A dhow will carry but a dozen. And the
journey north to the port of Jeddah is

long and arduous.

What would their fare be?

We would have to discuss that, of
course.

Just pilgrims?

No freight, no cargo.

But of course.

Well, I had hoped to go south, via the
Cape, you know, and then on home.

Why not return by way of Suez?

A sailing ship through the Suez Canal?

Harder the question.

It is not unknown.

A steam tug could tow your ship through
the canal. A steam tug?

That'd blow a pretty hole in my profits.
It would considerably shorten your

journey. Well, I thought I'd stop off at
Natal. Top off with cotton, you know.

Egyptian cotton is of better quality and
is available at port site.

And I could drop off your pilgrims on
the way.

Exactly.

Said, where lies your profit in this? I
mean, are not pilgrims poor men who ship

for themselves?

Indeed. But these have booked passage
through me.

And what do you charge them for taking
them to Jeddah?

Two pounds a head would be your payment.

Two pounds a head?

Not worth the trouble.

For 250 pilgrims, Captain.

It's a telegraph address to you.

It has come by way of your consulate.

Your Excellency, I must return to
Liverpool at once.

Then you must go by way of Suez.

It seems Allah the Wise has resolved our
problem.

Very well, I'll take your pilgrim.

Four pounds a head.

Agreed. Cash in advance.

You've been brought low, daughter.

Very low.

Oh, nonsense, Father. It's nothing more
than a woman's ailment. I shall be up

and about shortly.

What's all this rubbish you've been
dosing yourself with?

Pills and potions, quackery and mumbo
-jumbo.

Not worth a pound or a shot.

What you want is a glass of brandy in
Portugal.

That would be the colour back of your
cheeks.

Robert was kind enough to bring me a
bottle of medicinal wine.

No doubt sampled the contents himself
first.

Past life pills. From Sarah.

Guaranteed to prolong life, animate the
features and invigorate the body.

Eternal life at the top of the box.

Toffee's in next year.

From Mr. Bain.

I well recall having that spooned into
me when I was a boy.

It's done you little harm, father.
You'll outlive us all.

What ails you, child?

What really ails you?

I've told you. So you have.

But at times you can be as close
-mouthed as that husband of yours.

Where the devil is he?

On his way home, Robert sent him a
telegraph.

A little regard for the rogue, but I'd
give a giddy at this moment to see him

standing in that doorway.

Did he pass me my purse?

Here.

Good luck, money.

I've lost all taste for charity.

It's not charity.

You know perfectly well that James and I
were first married. He struck a

bargain. that you would not want in your
old age. Well, he's kept to that

bargain. I'll grant him that. I've
everything I need and nothing I want.

I'll become a well -dressed beggar with
his hand eternally outstretched.

Would you prefer a settlement? Say, two
guineas each and every week? Well, he'd

never agree to that.

It'll be arranged.

In writing this time.

In writing?

Why in writing?

For your own peace of mind, of course.
Why else?

For yours, perhaps.

You're dissembling, child.

Oh, take your guinea and go, Father. I
know it must be burning a hole in your

pocket. That son -in -law of mine has
kept to the letter of his bargain simply

because you've always been here to see
that he does.

Is that your fear?

I don't know what you mean.

Oh.

Oh, my metronome. Can you pass me my
metronome?

It's that little brown bottle.

Laudanum. Is the pain as bad as that,
then?

Oh. Oh, there, child.

There, there.

There.

The time for prayer approaches.

Would you be kind enough to indicate the
direction of Mecca, Captain?

Thank you, Captain.

Allah will reward you.

I might use your influence enough for
some wind. The wind blows where and when

Allah wills.

These pilgrims of yours are all Negroes.

All true believers are equal in the eyes
of Allah.

Your true believers are going to have
some difficulty directing their prayers,

aren't they?

Directing? Being enclosed as they are,
how can they tell north from south? Or

east from west?

They are instructive.

Saeed, you've turned me into a slaver.
Your Allah had better be forgiving and

merciful.

I won't.

Rachel, bring in that chicken as well,
will you? It's on bottom shelf there,

love. Oh, yes, the cargo manifest of the
Charlotte Roads, Captain Bain. A load

of bricks for the Isle of Man.

Yes, that's right, Captain.

Oh, thank you. And now the fruit.

Mr and Eden's special treat.

We clear on the next tide.

That's right, Captain.

Now, what are you waiting for?

What's her return cargo? Oh, Rachel, do
slice that hump in, love, will you?

What? Oh, return cargo.

Ah, um...

Well, whatever we can pick up. We?

Is this all right, Lord? In my brother's
absence, Captain Baines, I'm

responsible for ship management.

I shall therefore take this journey with
you, just to keep an eye on things.

But if it's only a load of house
bricks... When we reach the Isle of Man,

Captain Baines, I will conduct the
business affairs.

Mr. James has always trusted me, sir.

Now, do wash your hands, girl.

We're combining business with pleasure,
Captain Baines.

Pleasure, ma 'am?

Yes.

During these extensive alterations, we
are taking a well -earned holiday,

Captain Baines.

So I will thank you to see that our
luggage is safely stowed aboard the

Charlotte Road. Thank you.

Right. Stand by to worship.

Calm down, Quartermaster.

What are you doing?

I'm taking advantage of the offshore
wind.

But, Captain, the port of Jeddah lies in
that direction. Aye, but the wind is

blowing in that direction.

But if we keep on this course, we cannot
put into Jeddah.

Well, as Your Excellency so aptly put
it, the wind blows whither Allah wills.

But you signed a contract and gave your
word. Ah, to carry pilgrims.

You lied to me. You falsified the
contract, therefore I'm no longer bound

returns. You have no choice, Captain.
There's no port open to you but Jeddah.

My country's laws bear down heavily upon
those who trafficked slaves.

Put both me and my ship at risk.

Then put him to jitter, Captain. There
is no risk under Arabian law.

Only profit, eh?

You ship him out at four pounds a head
and then sell him for 40?

Well, that is business.

We can come to an arrangement.

Oh, we shall, Saeed, we shall.

Or you make me run a double risk.

Let me see now.

Under Zanzibar law, you are allowed to
keep slaves, but you must not export

or import them.

Penalties for such transgressions are
quite severe.

You're not thinking of returning them to
Zanzibar?

Risk being held by British or American
warships.

Then it would seem your choice is
limited.

Put into jitter, Captain. Take your
profit and thank Allah for his

mercy. For once, I'm not.

concerned with profit.

It's easy to be noble when you've been
paid in advance.

I shall put them ashore on the coast of
Africa.

Let them take their chance.

They will starve.

And you will give them money. Help pay
their passage on.

I pay their passage?

Why not?

You brought them to this.

I will not give them money.

In that case, I shall put you ashore
with them.

They will kill me.

As Your Excellency so aptly observed,
your choice is limited.

Oh.

Either you pay and stay aboard until
Suez, or tomorrow I put you ashore with

your pilgrims.

I prefer Suez.

But, Captain,

Do not ever return to Zanzibar.

That chicken be going to waste, ma 'am.

A nice fat caper. As juicy a morsel as
ever I tasted.

You're the man coming into sight, sir.

Who? I've seen our friend, Mr. Mitchell.

Ten thousand pounds he asked for them
shares.

Precisely the sum he named to me.

Obviously you had to refuse.

Oh, I'd have found the money.

But he wanted to try me, see if I'd
offer him more.

And, uh, did you?

No, he said he'd wait until James O
'Neill returns.

He tends to play you off against each
other.

Well, I'm in no hurry. I've waited long
enough for those shares. I can wait a

few weeks more.

Here we are, then.

Now, drink this down. It's best beef
tea. I made it myself.

Oh, thank you, Elizabeth.

We'll have you on your feet and some
colour in your cheeks by the time James

home. I hope so. I hate being a burden.

Nonsense.

Now, for the latest gossip.

Emma Callan and Daniel Fogarty are to be
married on October the 15th. At last!

And we're all to be invited, so you'll
have to be well for that.

Come in.

Oh, show the lady in, please, Maggie.

Oh, Emma Callan.

No doubt she's here to receive our
congratulations.

Oh, Elizabeth.

My dear Mrs. O 'Neill.

How are you? Oh, thank you.

Daniel and I were so anxious when we
heard of your illness.

Thank you for your concern, Miss Callum.
I've every reason to believe the

patient will recover.

Oh.

Good morning, Mrs. Fraser.

Good morning, Miss Callum.

What a dazzling gown.

Such bold flight.

Did you make it yourself?

No, I had my dressmaker copy it from...
from a London model. The style does

require an elegant carriage, of course.

of Mr. and Edith. Yes, he's on his way
home from Zanzibar. So you can tell Mr.

Fogarty not to count his chickens.

Indeed.

But is that not a long voyage?

Oh, no. James is coming home by way of
the Suez Canal.

So, boys, I'll make a pretty profit out
of the canal.

to see the sights, sir, ma 'am?

Short walk to stretch our limbs, Mr.
Baines. It was a terrible journey.

Terrible. Well, sir, I found us a return
cargo.

Already? I trust you've not committed
us, Mr. Baines.

Ma 'am? My husband will wish to inspect
the goods for himself.

If you'll follow me, sir, ma 'am, I'm
sure you'll be more than satisfied.

comes from farming stock, Mr. Baines.

I think we ought to take a closer look
at your bargain.

You would do well, Mr. Baines, in future
to leave business affairs to me.

Why is that, sir? The flock is infected.

Eh? Those sheep have, Mr. Baines, what
we in farming circles call foot rot.

What's he doing in the Isle of Man?

Well, he said he was entitled to a
holiday and he'd be back in about a

time.

Even the bills pay themselves, I
suppose.

Somebody's got to deal with them.

Forgive me, ma 'am.

Should you be bothering yourself when
you're just up from your bed? What am I

do? Sit and watch some pilots?

Now then, you brought back a cargo of
oats, barley, potatoes and monk's cloth.

Aye, I had my eye on a flock of manx
muttons, but Mr. Robert reckoned they

something wrong with their feet.

Well, you better discharge the cargo
into our warehouse as quickly as

Mr. Banks.

Very good, ma 'am.

If you don't mind me saying so, I think
it's you that needs the holiday.

Everyone's so free with their advice.

You, my father, the doctor.

The business won't run itself.

Well, if Mr. James was here, he'd
insist.

Well, he soon will be here, Mr. Banks.

Well, Emma, what do you think of the
Pandora?

She's quite beautiful.

Having her completely refitted and re
-rigged, she'll show a clean pair of

to any ship out of Liverpool.

The Pandora.

It's a pretty name.

More like a rich man's yacht than a
working ship.

Such luxury.

And who is to command this jewel of the
sea?

Me. You?

She's the set sail for the
Mediterranean.

How would you like to spend your
honeymoon aboard her?

Oh, Daniel.

That would be the most perfect
beginning.

And I accused you of being unromantic.

What cargo are you carrying, sir?

Cargo Egyptian cotton.

If you just sign these papers, clearance
won't take long.

And the other form, if you will, sir.

Just sign there, please, sir.

What's all this about?

And the painting fits?

Nothing more than a gout of the stomach.

Is that what the doctor said?

So many words.

What were his words?

Female complaint.

Well,

what treatment did you recommend?

Thyme. Did you have a successful void,
James?

Thyme? If that's the best he can do,
we'll get a fuck in the bedroom.

I have a patient medicine which I'm
taking regularly and he advised a rest.

That could be arranged.

How would you like to go to Harrogate?
Take the waters, eh?

Take the... James, think of the cost.

I am.

To pay a man for a professional advice
and then not take it, that's poor

business. I can rest just as easily at
home. And I've a poor enough opinion of

medicinal waters without wanting to
sample them. About you know if you

haven't... Tell me about the Suez Canal.

They say it's one of the eight wonders
of the world. What's it really like?

Oh, just a ditch. Nothing more.

Now you tell me.

What's all this about a need in shares
being on offer, eh?

It's true, James.

A man named Mitchell holds the balance
of 5 ,000 shares.

He's only waiting for your return so
that you and Fogarty can bid against

other. Then the sooner the better.

I'll arrange for the three of us to meet
this afternoon.

I doubt Mr Fogarty will be available.

Oh, why not?

I've just come from his wedding.

Fogarty now is Callan and Company.

With the wealth of that company in his
hands.

So how can you possibly hope to outbid
him?

No, Daniel, no.

Certainly not.

Emma, be reasonable. It won't take long.

You intend to take yourself off to a
business meeting on my wedding day and

ask me to be reasonable?

Emma. Mr Mitchell's waited this long.
Surely he can wait a little longer. Not

now, James. You're needing to hear.

Look, if I'm not there, you'll persuade
Mr Mitchell to sell him those shares.

I thought you said you could outbid him.

Well, I can't outbid him if I'm not
there.

But it is my wedding day.

Emma, my love, I must be there, don't
you see?

Whoever gains control of those shares
gains control of the all -needing line.

But, Donald... No longer, my love.

Mr. Mitchell, how did you acquire 5 ,000
shares?

Piecemeal. I approached the other
shareholders and bought them out. A few

a few there.

Took quite a risk, didn't you?

It was a sporting risk.

Gentlemen, shall we commence the
bidding?

You paid 2 ,500 pounds for those shares.
I would say a reasonable offer would be

4 ,000 pounds.

I had in mind a figure nearer 10 ,000.

You're a rogue, sir.

No, I wouldn't agree.

Mr. Mitchell sacks me every inch of
sports.

He puts his money at risk and now
expects to reap the reward, eh? Thank

O 'Neill, and you're a gentleman after
my own heart. In return, let me make you

a sporting gesture.

I'm prepared to accept an opening bid of
5 ,000 pounds.

Five.

I'll make you six.

Mr. O 'Neill?

Oh, no bit. Come, sir, this won't do at
all.

Let me hear seven, sir.

Mr. O 'Neill, you disappoint me.

You do indeed.

Oh, come, sir, make a match of it.

I'll make you a sporting gesture.

Mr. Fogarty here imagines that he's a
better ship's captain than myself.

Well, sir, you only dare the weak O
'Neill.

Would you care to put that to the test?

At the moment, this business is
concluded with pleasure.

You're in the tea business, I
understand, Mr Mitchell.

Yes, I am, but I don't see what that
means. China tea clippers sail very soon

collect the first of the season's new
crop of tea.

Now, if Mr Fogarty here would like to
substantiate his boast, I suggest that

sail with him.

And each bring back 500 tons of tea,
each for you, free of freight charges.

In return for my shareholdings?

Good heavens, no, sir. Such a venture
would yield me less than the amount I've

already been offered by Mr Fogarty. Just
a minute, I haven't finished.

Now, that cargo would bring you a profit
of, say, £5 ,000. Now, in addition, and

here's your sportsmanship, you sell your
holding at the original price of £5

,000 to whichever one of us gets back to
Liverpool first.

That'll give me a profit of £10 ,000.

Well... Well... Hmm.

Not the sportsman that I took you for,
eh?

I shall leave you with Mr. Fogarty's
first offer of 6 ,000.

Just one moment, sir.

A race.

One that you couldn't lose.

I like the notion. Mr. Fogarty, do you
accept the challenge?

Those shares are as good as mine.

So, the winner of the race gains control
of the company.

That's right. And the loser? What?

He just loses the cost of the voyage.

What are your chances?

Fogarty's got nothing to touch the
Osborne.

Fogarty's got the Pandora ready to sail
at a moment's notice.

He's had it completely re -rigged. I
should say that she is the fastest ship

of Liverpool.

Then I'd better start packing right
away.

Packing? Yes, Jane.

You're not. Recovered well enough yet,
don't you take a long voyage.

Dr. Collister recommended a complete
rest.

I intend to take his advice.

It recovered.

That's after lock gates, yes?

Well, what do I do? Don't trumpet
victory yet, Mr. Baines. We've a long

ahead of us.

China fleet, Mr. Baines.

Right.

Look around.

Still west, sir, west.

We'll head to pack.

Aye, aye, sir.

The race is on.

Not the usual race for us, Anne.

Much more at stake this time.

Eh?

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