All language subtitles for Gentleman Jack S1E6

Can I borrow some money? I'm
going to sink our coal pit.

Of course, you can.

_

Thomas Ainsworth,
he's asking if might see you

for just a few moments.

I'm giving you the
opportunity to leave here,

and return to Norwich with
something you barely deserve.

Your reputation.

Mr. Abbot is coming to tea.

- Will you be here?
- No.

The family are concerned
about a relationship

with Miss Lister and Miss Walker.

Don't let them poison you against us.

Would you have any objection

to taking the sacrament together?

I can't do this anymore! It's wrong!

You understand nothing
about me. Absolutely nothing!

Miss Lister knows
we're stealing her coal.

If she wants to start
running with the big dogs,

she's gonna have to find what it's like

when they really start biting.

I don't believe the Reform Act

went far enough!

I'm not by inclination a radical,

but the fact is people
are becoming radicalized,

whether people like us are
reconciled to it or not,

and those of us who do,

perhaps, live in the past...

Need to see which way
the wind's blowing,

or you watch,

we'll have more trouble
than we know what to do with.

Now, "revolution" is,
uh, a very emotive word.

I understand that.

- Oh!
- Shh, shh.

It's nothing.

I just need some warm water.

I just need some water.

Can you bring it up to my room?

Yes, ma'am.

What's happened, ma'am?

Nothing.

Do you want me to...

No.

Thank you.

I'll do it.

Can I get you some brandy?

No.

Should I tell your aunt
or your father that you...

No. Will you just...

Ma'am.

Just let me know when Mr. Abbott's gone.

Should I not send for Dr. Kenny?

No.

No.

There was a package came for you.

Shall I fetch it? It's in your study.

Mm.

Go on. You've got things to do.

♪ Gentleman Jack 1x06 ♪
Do Ladies Do That?

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Fell off a wall?

It was dark.

What was she doing
on a wall in the dark?

Walking on it.

- Yes, why?
- Because it was there.

- Exactly.
- Like Mont Blanc.

Which wall?

The one... the one coming
back from Lightcliffe

along the Leeds road.

Not that one that falls away
15 feet on the other side?

Well, it wouldn't have been worth
doing if it was any lower.

In all that wind?

Who on earth put you up to that?

No one. Me.

Anyway, that's why I didn't
come down for dinner last night.

I was feeling bilious.

Did it seem like a
good idea at the time?

Wasn't as dangerous
as that time I walked

across the parapet of North
Bridge that time it flooded.

When did you do that?

1815.

I had to. I had to get into Halifax.

I was running out of ink.

Well, you missed Mr. Abbott.

Who?

Oh.

Was that yesterday?

Yes? How was it?

It went very well.

Are you sure?

How is Miss Walker?

Oh, she's...

Sorry, I-I think I'm going to be sick.

Those aren't the sorts of injuries

anyone gets from falling off a wall.

If you could be present next time,

when he brings his mother,

I'd be grateful.

Dearest Mary,

since I am more eager
than ever to be off,

I am keen to acquire a
groom, which, you will recall,

I have been without since
George Playforth's demise

at Langton earlier this year,

when he was shot out of a tree.

Do think about this for me.

I should like a good,
strong, English groom

who would do anything
in the world for me.

A little enterprise necessary,

otherwise, he will soon
tire of the Continent

long before I am likely to have
any inducement to return from it.

Dearest Fred,

there is a man who might suit.

He has lived two years
with our neighbors,

the Kinnersleys, and
is a native of Lawton.

A remarkably handsome young
man called Thomas Beech.

He understands horses and carriages

and would much like to go abroad.

He has a good character

and I believe would do
anything in the world

to make himself useful to you.

Tell me, Fred,

is it Miss Walker of Crow Nest

with whom you plan to travel?

No, Mary, it isn't.

You mentioned her twice
in your last as "my friend"...

Did I?

And as you are not wont to
bestow the title lightly,

I am puzzled to understand

how she has so quickly succeeded

in adding herself to
the list so designated.

My dearest Mary,

it sounds as if your Thomas Beech

would suit me down to the ground.

- Hmm.
- Oh.

Turns out Mariana may
have found me a groom.

- Oh.
- I'll put him on wages straightaway,

and then I can be off again whenever...

your health permitting...
and the weather.

Uh, Mr. Rawson's servant left you
a note while you were upstairs.

- Which Mr. Rawson?
- Jeremiah.

What does he want?

To discuss the terms of
the coal lease... again.

You all right?

Hmm.

I couldn't warm to Mr. Abbott,

much as I wanted to.

I found him abrasive and a know-all.

But if she likes him, and she seems to,

and he has done very well for himself,

surely that's something.

It would be a great comfort to me

to know you're both settled.

Hmm.

I'm afraid it may all be off

between me and Miss Walker.

Us setting up home together.

I think she may be too
nervous and insipid for me.

It's a shame, because I, um...

I'd become rather more fond of her

than I ever imagined I would.

I really had started to
think that we could both

be good for one another,

irrespective of all her money.

And she's so sweet.

She's so good-natured.

She's so kind...

And she...

She looks up to me.

I certainly do her more good

than any single one of
her tribe of relations.

Well, then, what's...

Them.

All of them.

They filled her head with nonsense...

Nasty nonsense about me,

till she doesn't know
whether she's coming or going.

She just wants some courage,

the courage to follow her...

Her instincts,

but she won't.

She'll just stay there,
surrounded by them,

and her world will just
get smaller and sadder

until one day, there'll be nothing left.

She'll be as dry as a stick,
and then she'll just disappear.

And I could make her so happy.

But what's the point?

She barely has the courage to
step outside her own front door.

So anyway, that said, it...

It's all off.

Well, then, who will you travel with?

No one.

You mean alone?

Do people do that? Ladies?

No, but I'll take
Eugénie and this groom,

this Thomas Beech, to Paris,

and I'll take it from there.

I'll see what providence
throws at me this time.

It's a big step for her, moving in here,

and if her family aren't sympathetic,

maybe it's for the best.

Ma'am, Mr. Washington's here.

Tell him I'll see him in the hall.

Yes, ma'am.

Been in the wars, ma'am?

After a fashion.

So, uh, it's all sorted out for Friday
down at the Stag's Head.

There's been plenty of interest.

The Mann brothers, particularly,

very keen to put in a bid.

I want to put the pit-sinking on hold.

Sorry?

The Rawsons got back to me, finally.

Turns out they do still want
to discuss the terms of the lease.

But... I thought the
decision had been made, ma'am,

to sink the pit.

Surely, you've given them more
than enough time to respond.

Are they not... messing you about?

It's not like you to go back on
a decision once it's been made.

My circumstances and my priorities
have altered somewhat

over the last few days,

so I want to pause and reassess

and be certain I'm
making the right choices.

Right.

So how did Suzannah
get on with Miss Hebden?

Oh, she's gone to meet her
just this morning, ma'am.

That's... thank you.

That's... we're... we're very
grateful for that introduction.

Hello.

Miss Washington.

Uh, sorry. Am I blocking the lane?

Oh, no, no, you're all right.

This keeps busting.

You off into Halifax?

Yeah.

I can give you a lift.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

Just gotta drop this
one off at Bateman's.

Won't take five minutes.

Oh, no, I don't want to know what
Mr. Bateman's gonna do to it!

They say it's the best end a pig
could have, at Mr. Bateman's hands.

How?

He's quick.

They know nowt about it,

and they become the finest
hams and... and sausages

and pies in Halifax.

I've got an appointment with Miss Hebden

about an apprenticeship,

learning to make dresses.

If she likes me, she'll
want me to start Monday.

25 shillings a year, plus board.

- Oh, well, that's... good.
- Yeah, but...

I don't want to go.

Why?

Well, I won't see anyone all week,

anyone I care about.

You'll see me.

If Mr. Bateman likes the merchandise,

I'll be supplying to him regularly.

I might be down here every five minutes.

Well, he'll like the
merchandise, all right.

I've never seen such
a fine, handsome pig.

What have you been feeding him on?

All sorts.

I can wait for you, if you like.

I can give you a lift back.

You don't want to be hanging
around, waiting for me.

Hang the whores!

Anyone who looks at a
woman with lustful intent

has already committed adultery
with her in their heart.

If your right eye causes
you to sin, rip it out!

Burn in hell!

If your right hand causes you to sin...

- Fear thy God!
- Cut it off!

For it is better that you lose
one of your members

than that your whole body goes to hell!

Hell was created for
the devil and his angels.

It was a place made for everlasting
torment and punishment.

You are going to die!

No! No! No!

No!

What's the matter?

Ann, what on earth's the matter?

I... I...

Oh, have you had a nightmare?

You've had a nightmare.

It was so real!

No.

No, no. No. Shush!

Shush! Stop it! Stop it!

Ann, Ann, what is it?

- What is it?
- Can't you...

- What is it?
- Can't you hear them?

- Stop it! Stop it!
- Who?

John Abbott?

Oh, yes, yes.

He's making quite a name for
himself one way or another.

A member of this, that,
and the other society,

getting himself elected into all
sorts of committees within the town.

Why?

Oh, he's sniffing around Marian.

Is he?

Well, that would make sense.

How?

Well, marrying a bit of pedigree,
not having any himself.

Ah.

Miss Lister.

- Mr. Rawson.
- Oh, dear.

What happened?

You should see the other fellow.

Hmm.

He won't attempt
anything like that again,

not in a hurry.

Whoever paid him to do it
should ask for their money back.

She fell off a wall.

What were you doing on a wall?

You wanted to discuss the
terms of the lease with me,

again.

- Yes.
- Why?

Has your position altered?

No, but my brother thought...

yours might have.

Did he? Why?

Having had time to dwell upon it.

Hmm.

Well, oddly enough, Mr. Rawson,
my position has altered,

but only very slightly,

and not for any reason
your brother might fathom.

I'm prepared to offer you an abatement

on the price of the upper bed.

I'll offer it to you at
£129 and 10 shillings,

and the reason for it is a sincere
desire to just get on with it,

instead of going around in circles.

- That's...
- However...

I'm not prepared to compromise
on the price of the lower bed,

at £226 17 shillings and sixpence,

or any of the clauses.

I would like access
to the pit at any time,

and there will be a
£500 penalty incurred

should any water be turned on the pit

at any point in the future.

Neither of these requests
are unreasonable.

Only someone with something
to hide would think they were.

I'll talk to him again.

Perhaps an abatement on the price
of the upper bed will do the trick.

Who knows?

Captain Lister.

Miss Lister.

I thought...

are we not sinking our own pit?

I don't know what's
going on with Miss Walker.

She blows hot and cold.

It's not her fault, it's...

difficult for her with...
with her family.

They never leave her alone,

and they put ridiculous
ideas in her head.

She had said I could borrow
the money, but I can't.

I don't want to.

And I didn't fall off a wall. I was...

Beaten up.

Sorry?

I was beaten up, by a thug,

who someone must have paid to do it...

I assume by them, the Rawsons.

I mean, not him. Not Jeremiah.

I don't think Jeremiah could
knock the skin off a rice pudding,

even if he paid someone to
do it, but Christopher...

I wouldn't put anything
past Christopher,

because he thinks he can
get away with anything.

But w-why? W-why would he do that?

To warn me off!

To make me sign the blasted lease

without insisting on
any inconvenient clauses,

so he can take what he likes.

You know it was him who
caused the accident as well,

when little Henry
Hardcastle lost his leg?

He was the idiot driving the gig.

He was seen!

You did right to warn me off coal.

It's a nasty business.

But I won't be beaten, not by him.

Not by anyone.

Ma'am,

Miss Walker's manservant
from Crow Nest is here

with a message.

- James?
- Ma'am.

What's the matter?

Miss Lister.

Thank goodness you're here.

Miss Rawson.

What happened to Miss Parkhill?

I-I think she couldn't stand it.

I didn't realize Ann was
so ill. None of us did.

It's so much worse than
last time she was...

like this.

She had a terrible nightmare,

apparently she won't tell anyone
what it was about, and then...

She... she says she can hear voices,

in her room, in the night.

Where is she?

Ann.

I thought you'd gone forever!

I thought you'd given up on me.

I thought I'd never see you again!

Anne, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry about
all the things I said.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

Harriet's gone.

I told her to leave.

People are worried about you.

Tell me what's going on.

Don't leave me again.

Promise me.

You said what we did
was repugnant and queer.

No, I love you.

I want to be with you.
I want to marry you.

- Shh, shh.
- I'll do everything...

I'll do everything you said.

I don't want to go abroad,

not in the state I'm in at the moment,

but everything else.

No, we need to get you better first.

Don't leave me again. Promise me.

- I'll do what I can...
- Promise me.

I'll do what I can for you.

Will you stay tonight?

Please stay tonight.

I need you.

I need you here, because you see,

some very strange things
have been happening,

and no one believes me,

but you will.

You'll hear them.

If you... if you stay
in the room tonight,

you'll hear them.

Who will I hear?

They're... they're... they're spirits.

Something to do

with the clock on the landing.

I know, Anne.

I know... I know that sounds bizarre,

but I'm not making it up.

I don't make things up.

Ma'am.

Ma'am?

Miss Lister? Ma'am?

A note from Miss Lister.

The servant from Crow Nest brought it.

Oh. Thank you.

He's waiting in the kitchen for Eugénie

to pack Miss Lister's overnight bag

if there's any reply.

No, no. No reply, thank you.

She's staying over at
Crow Nest for the night.

Thought it was all off with Miss Walker.

Mm.

Where is Miss Pierre from?

Oh, can never remember.

Where's she from again... Eugénie?

Oh, is it Dieppe?

Rouen, summat?

We're not overly
impressed, Mr. Mackenzie,

between you and me.

Are we, Mrs. Cordingley?

She's... very pretty.

You see, I don't think she is.

Et voilà.

Only me!

Mr. Mackenzie.

Mr. Booth.

Thank you, John. That's lovely.

Anne!

Mm?

I'm here.

Can you hear that?

What, the wind?

No, listen.

You must have heard that, surely.

What? No, I can't...

They're talking about you.

Are they?

And what are they saying about me?

Can you really not hear them?

Ann, they're not...

I can't hear anything.
There's nothing there.

You're going to die.

- Well, yes, eventually.
- Don't be glib!

They're going to kill you as well as me,

and we'll both burn in
hell for all eternity!

What? No.

Everlasting torment in hellfire!

You must have heard that.
Surely, you heard that.

When you say voices,
how many can you hear?

Three. Shh!

Men? Women?

Men.

Sometimes, there's a woman.

Once, there was a woman.

- Do you recognize the voices...
- Shh, shh, shh!

No, Ann, do you recognize the voices?

No. Shh.

Are they always the same voices?

Oh... they need to shut up.

They're disgusting.
They're so... disgusting.

They're so... cruel!

Yes, it's...

yes, they're always the same voices,

but why is everyone
pretending not to hear them?

Where are they?

In the clock.

Shh.

Don't go out there.
They'll do something to you.

Just... just shout through the keyhole.

There's no one here, Ann.

Well, they're spirits.
You can't see them.

Get back in here.

I'm going to take the
weights out of the clock

to stop it sounding.

That's what's disturbed you.

That and the wind.

Which art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Is she all right?

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

No, she...

I was in my room next door

and she heard the voices again.

I think someone should
stay with her in her room.

And forgive us our trespasses.

Would you like to?

She frightens me.

- I know.
- Catherine?

C-Catherine?

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil,
for thine is the kingdom

and the power and the
glory, forever and ever.

Amen.

Ann?

Shh.

Shh, shh.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses...

Shh.

As we forgive those
who trespass against us.

- Ann, shh.
- We're here.

- Shh.
- We're both here.

For thine is the kingdom
and the power and the glory.

Everything's all right. You're safe.

Our father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Has anyone written
to Ann's sister in Scotland?

I don't know.

But someone should.

She...

She is... she isn't in her right mind.

I know.

Look, Catherine,

first of all,

you must try not to get too upset.

You're doing all you can,
you're being very strong,

and it's exactly what she needs.

And second,

I took her to see a Dr. Belcombe in York

a number of weeks ago.

He's the brother of a friend of mine,

and he's a very clever medical man.

He specializes in exactly
this sort of thing.

I did it without telling any of Ann's...

your family.

I might take her over there again.

The thing is... and I will, of course,

get her sister's consent this time...

but I would consider it a great favor

if you didn't tell anyone else

how bad it is...

the aunts and uncles and
other cousins because...

They'll have her put away.

And she can get over this.

With the right sort of help,

she may be able to make a full recovery,

and no one else need know any different.

I've heard the worst things
said about you, Miss Lister.

And I want to apologize

for ever having listened to them.

I've never seen such kind, affectionate,

selfless display of friendship
as I saw last night,

and I-I feel ashamed

for ever having doubted you,

or... or thought you had any
motive other than goodness.

You've not heard any more
from your sister since last week?

No. Why?

I had a letter from
her friend, Miss Lister.

You have?

She wrote to me because she was mindful

of your delicate health
since your confinement

and didn't want to upset
you "unjudiciously",

but there seems to be some...

new anxiety about Ann's...

health.

"I don't wish to alarm
you or Mrs. Sutherland,

but it is my belief that the advice

of an experienced and clever
medical man is necessary,

and that no time should be lost".

Well, she proposes to
take her to a man in York,

a man she's seen before, but...

I don't know, I wonder...

whether we shouldn't
persuade her to come up here,

where we can look after her.

Um...

She's very fond of Miss Lister,

and she's been very good to her,

and she's well-connected.

This doctor is probably very good.

Yes, but Miss Lister
isn't family, is she,

and we have medical men in Edinburgh

more than equal to anyone in York.

Now, you're not fit to travel,

and with Sackville still in
the measles, he needs you here,

but I could go fetch her.

I could take my mother.

Mr. Wortley's latest defeat
in this constituency

was, I'm sad to say,
a foregone conclusion.

Uh, don't misunderstand me.

We are very much to the
right of the question,

aren't we, Mother...

as I'm sure this household is...

but it has to be said,

he didn't put up a very
good fight at the hustings.

Were you there?

Oh, he looked terrified.

Now, can we be squeezing
any more tea out of that pot?

I don't want to go living
in Halifax with Miss Thing.

I know I'd be learning a trade,

but she's such an old fossil.

There'd be no fun.

We always have fun at
our house after tea.

Do you at yours?

Uh, since me dad went, yeah.

Miss Lister said,

once I get tenancy,

and I'll be 18 by then,

she'd prefer it if I...

if I... if I got married.

Said she likes her people married.

It... it makes them more
settled and reliable.

Is that right?

Someone told me she had this tenant once

who said he'd never get married.

Then she found out he'd got this lass

from Northowram in the family way,

done nowt about it,

so she threw him off the land

and offered to horse-whip him.

Do you want to marry me?

I don't think your dad would like it.

I think he'd think I
wasn't good enough for you.

Well, yeah, but he married my mother.

Her mother and father wouldn't
speak to her for years after,

marrying a land steward's son.

Really?

But you live in that big house.

Yeah, only 'cause it was standing empty,

and Miss Walker said it'd be
better for it to be lived in.

You wouldn't want to live at our house.

Why wouldn't I?

I could help out on the farm,

I could teach little ones
how to read and write...

You could teach me,

so when I'm signing tenancy,
I'm not just putting a cross.

Oh, heck.

I'm gonna be late.

We're building the bridge over
the Simplon Pass up at Shibden.

Over the what?

It's in Switzerland.

Well, I thought you
were proposing to me.

Well...

what do you think?

Well, I think, if you're serious,

you'd have to speak to my father.

Mr. Washington's been looking for you.

He says there are a lot
of men up at Brierley Hill

filling in the Rawsons' Willy Hill pit.

He says they're
demolishing all the sheds

and pulling up the access road.

The access road's on my land.

That's what...

our land, yes.

That's what Mr. Washington said.

He said they've got no
right to touch the... road.

And you missed Mr.
Abbott and his mother.

I'm doing what I've been told to do.

But that road is on Shibden land,

whether you like it or not.

And when Miss Lister...
You can tell her yourself.

What's going on?

Oh, fucking hell, I'm not
talking to that bloody Jack.

What's happening?

Rawsons have called the pit in.

What's Hinscliffe doing here?

Well, apparently, right,

it's in the terms of his
arrangement with the Rawsons

that once the Rawsons deem
the beds to be exhausted,

he, Hinscliffe,

is obliged to fill in
the pit and make it safe,

and then demolish the outbuildings
so they can sell off the stone.

That road is on Shibden
land. That's my stone.

- Yes, I know. That's why I...
- Does he know that?

Well, he's saying it's in
his contract with Rawson

to decommission the road
along with everything else.

Well, that's wrong, the pit
might be on Rawson's land,

but the access road is my land.

I may want it. I certainly
want the value of my stone.

- Hinscliffe!
- Uh-uh...

Be careful, ma'am.

- What?
- He's not in a good mood.

Oh, that's a coincidence. Neither am I.

The Rawsons' beds are
exhausted, but his isn't.

This is the only access he's got to it,

and financially, it's a bad day for him,

and I know you were never going to,

but if you'd sold him that acre of land

he was after down at Listerwick,

he'd never have had to do a rubbish
deal over this pit of Rawson's.

I can't help that. Business is business.

Yes, but I-I'm just saying

that's why he might be
rather less than civil to y...

Hinscliffe!

You tell your men to
leave that road alone.

That's my land.

I don't care what your
arrangement is with Rawson.

Anyone who pulls up another
single one of those stones

will have the inconvenience
of a trip to Wakefield jail!

Get a court order to
stop them pulling up

and selling any stone
belonging to Shibden land.

Course we can. That's not a problem.

But there's rather more to it.

What?

Mr. Rawson appears to have found out

that Hinscliffe was
his rival for your coal.

How?

And that the price was so inflated

because he only wanted the one acre,

so he's lashing out at Hinscliffe,

and he's just come back to me

this morning with a much lower offer...

Mr. Rawson has,

and he's making it utterly plain

that he won't agree
to your clauses either,

which we know are perfectly legitimate

and you're absolutely
right to insist upon, but...

and, for some reason,

he no longer seems to fear
that you'll sink your own pit.

Is that, uh, the case?

For the moment, yes.

That isn't an option anymore.

But not for the reason he thinks.

The strategy for inflating the price

was arrived at solely to cover
what the Rawsons had stolen.

I wasn't being mercenary!

I know that, Anne.

I don't have to sign
this agreement with him.

No, I don't think you should.

But then he'll continue
to steal your coal anyway,

if you can't get down there
to keep an eye on him yourself.

Of course, you could
sell to someone else,

but, uh, then what's stolen is gone.

There'd be no recompense for that.

I know it's easier said than done,

but, uh, try not to
take this too personally.

You're not the first
person he's swindled,

and you won't be the last.

Sickening, isn't it?

You could always reopen Listerwick

down at Mytholm.

It'd be half the expense
of sinking a new pit.

It has to be up there on the hill
to prove the trespass.

Oh.

It has to be a new pit.

And Miss Walker definitely isn't...

Mm.

... which art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil,
for thine is the kingdom,

the power, and the glory,
forever and ever. Amen.

Our father...

Hallowed be thy name...

Forever and ever.

Amen.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Ann.

Ann?

I've got to go.

I've got things to do.

Will you come back?

Yes, of course.

How I long to be creditably free
from all this madness,

and yet, I don't know how it is...

Whenever I see the girl,

she always manages to unhinge me.

My dear Miss Lister,

the soonest I find I can travel
south is a fortnight on Friday.

With luck, I shall reach
Halifax on the Monday,

when my mother and I
shall collect Miss Walker

and bring her back up to Scotland
to be with her sister,

when we will endeavor to find

the best medical man
Edinburgh has to offer.

My wife is writing
separately to her sister

to say my journey is
primarily one of business,

but to suggest at the same time

she takes the opportunity
to return north with me.

When you read this letter,

she should also be in possession

of the letter from her
sister proposing the idea.

I think it's a good idea,

a change of air, a change of scenery,

and think how much you'll
enjoy seeing the children,

little Sackville and
Alice and the new baby,

and Elizabeth will be so happy

to have you there again
after all this time.

What do you think?

The medical establishment
in Edinburgh is very good.

Your sister's right, and
Catherine's right too.

A change of air is exactly
what Dr. Belcombe prescribed.

He meant if I went to
Paris and Rome with you.

Yes, but...

The time for that is gone now,

and you need to be a
lot better for that.

This, for the moment,

would seem to be by far the best.

I thought you were going to take me

to see Dr. Belcombe again in York.

I thought that was why
you'd written to her,

for permission to take me.

I did, I suggested it, but...

obviously, they think
this is a better idea.

- They?
- Your sister.

- They know nothing about me.
- Oh, Ann.

She's your sister.

We can travel together
when you're better.

There's plenty of time for that.

But you'll still go
to Europe come spring?

I can't imagine I would
get away until May,

at the earliest, but...

yes, that is still my intention.

With whom?

No one. I'd go alone.

- Really?
- Well, a man and a maid.

Do ladies do that?

- Not as a rule, no.
- Will you stay tonight?

Catherine...

Miss Rawson, would you
mind if I had a few moments

- alone with Miss Walker?
- Oh, no.

Of course not.

Oh, I should get some fresh air

before the light falls.

I've lost you, haven't I?

You needn't have.

If I go to Scotland,
I'll never see you again.

That's not necessarily the case.

I bought a ring.

I know you told me not to send for it,

but I already had, so...

Really is rather splendid.

Be loath to send it back.

Will you accept it?

Will you accept me?

Will you take the sacrament with me

and live with me at Shibden and mean it,

and not just say it

because you're scared
to be alone tonight,

or because it's expedient, and then...

say something else in the morning?

I can't.

I can't.

My dearest Mary,

after I've taken Thomas
Beech and Eugénie

over to the Norcliffes
to collect my carriage,

I shall go to London for two weeks

before I cross the water.

If you were able to
join me there in London,

if Charles can manage without you,

for some or all of those
two weeks, I would, as always,

count it as a great blessing to see you.

You ask me if I'm traveling
with "my little friend",

which I am not.

More of this if and when I see you.

Are you ill as well, Marian?

No, I feel perfectly
well, thank you, Aunt.

You're quiet.

I've not heard anything from Mr. Abbott

for nearly three weeks.

Oh, dear.

- Do you think he's...
- He did mention, as he left,

that he'd visited twice, and both times,

Miss Lister had failed to appear.

It's you he's interested in, not me.

You are Miss Lister of Shibden Hall!

You own the place,

as you never tire of reminding everyone!

It is clearly a snub,

especially when a place
has been set at the table,

if you choose not to turn up!

I can only assume he felt
particularly humiliated

in front of his mother, who was
very polite and very well-mannered.

Yes, she was very p...

she was very quiet.

He isn't good enough for you.

You just don't want me to get married

because it frightens you that one day,

I could have a greater
claim to Shibden than you.

Sorry, ma'am.

My dearest,

Captain Sutherland and his
mother arrived last night.

I write in utter misery.

What I said to you
last, I bitterly repent.

If ever the prayers of so true
a friend may avail for another,

may yours be heard for me,

that the gate of mercy may not
be forever closed upon me,

for I am wretchedness itself.

I'm going out.

Ma'am.

Miss Lister, sir.

Ma'am.

How do you do, ma'am?

Captain Sutherland. We've corresponded.

Ah.

And, uh, this is my mother.

How do you do, ma'am?

I'm sorry the weather
wasn't kinder to you

while you were on the road.

Where's Miss Walker?

Upstairs, packing... supposed to be.

Well, she doesn't seem as eager
to go as we are to have her.

Miss Rawson has explained
the, uh, delicacy

of the situation
with regard to the family,

and I would like to
thank you, Miss Lister,

on behalf of my wife and myself,

for your sensitivity and kindness

and sound judgment in the matter.

I believe she can make a full recovery,

given the right sort of help.

She's perfectly herself on all subjects

but that of religious despondency.

We've been recommended
a Dr. Hamilton, ma'am,

in Edinburgh.

A lady's physician.

What's your itinerary,
Captain Sutherland?

We plan to set off first
thing in the morning.

If we leave here by 10:00,

we can be in Edinburgh
by Thursday evening

and Fortrose by Saturday night.

Should I go and see if...

Might be as well.

I don't want to go.

I know.

I know.

Stay tonight.

Promise me you'll stay tonight.

I will.

I will, I promise.

Oh...

Anne?

Anne?

It...

What?

Nothing.

Anne!

I understand...

Why you can't commit to me.

It's impossible, I know.

How could anyone?

What am I?

Every day...

Every day,

I rise above it,

the things people say.

I walk into a room or down a street,

and I see the way people look at me,

and the things they say,

and I rise above it,

because... I've trained myself to,

not to see it and hear it,

until it's become second
nature to me, and I forget...

Just how impossible it is
for someone else to accept that.

But you came so close.

I wanted to give you this.

I wrote in it,

in the back.

For he shall give his angels
charge over thee,

to keep thee in all thy ways.

You are close to Miss Walker,

Miss Lister, ma'am.

I did wonder

if you knew of any love
affair on her mind at present.

No.

Not that I know of.

She's never mentioned my nephew,

Sir Alexander Mackenzie?

No.

He proposed to her once, two years ago,

when she was last in Fortrose.

At first, he had reason to hope.

She was very civil to him,

but then it was no.

He must have mistaken her
civility for something else.

She's always civil.

He's not a bad man, Alexander,

and perfectly good-looking,

but he is rather...

and I shouldn't say it...

inept with money,

in the past,

and he has his mother
and his sisters to keep,

but who knows?

He might rise to the occasion.

She could do a lot worse.

It could suit them both.

I hope Miss Walker would never
marry anyone to pay their debts.

I trust Captain Sutherland
would deal decisively

with any such fortune-hunters.

Mother, let's get you in.

Miss Lister.

Mrs. Sutherland.

You'll be all right.

Look after yourself.

Miss Lister.

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I had the promise
of a substantial investment,

which I no longer have.

Without it, I'd have to risk
everything, my entire income.

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Anne? Is it true...

that you have given Mr. Rawson
the deeds to Shibden?

Part of me just wants
to run off. Forget about it.

- That's not like you.
- You might be surprised.

If Mariana and I ever did get together,

finally the world might make sense.

I still love you. More
than your Ms. Walker.

Don't leave me.

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Ann? What have you done?

I...

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