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

Of course, you can.

MAN: 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.

MARIAN LISTER:
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?

ANN WALKER: 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.

(TV STATIC DRONES)

(BRIGHT TONE)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

♪ ♪

(ANIMAL VOCALIZES IN DISTANCE)

♪ ♪

(WINGS FLAPPING)

(BIRD VOCALIZES)

(WINGS FLAPPING)

♪ ♪

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...

(SIGHS)

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.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

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.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GROANS LOUDLY)

(PANTING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(WATER TRICKLING)

(CONTAINER CLANGS)

What's happened, ma'am?

(SIGHS) Nothing.

Do you want me to...

No.

Thank you.

I'll do it.

(SNIFFS)

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?

(CHUCKLES) No.

No.

There was a package
came for you.

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

Mm.

(SNIFFS)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

♪ ♪

Go on. You've got things to do.

♪ ♪

(DOOR CLICKS SHUT)

♪ ♪

(GAGS)

(JAUNTY MUSIC)

♪ ♪

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...

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

♪ ♪

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

♪ ♪

(MOANS)

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 won't
to bestow the title lightly,

I am puzzled to understand

how she has so quickly succeeded

in adding herself
to the list so designated.

(JAUNTY MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

♪ ♪

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.

(SIGHING)

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.

(SIGHS)

I really had started to think
that we could both

be good for one another,

irrespective of all her money.

(SIGHS)

And she's so sweet.

She's so good-natured.

She's so kind...

(SIGHS) 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...

(SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS) 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?

(SIGHS)

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.

(WARM MUSIC)

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

and if her family
aren't sympathetic,

maybe it's for the best.

♪ ♪

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Ma'am, Mr. Washington's here.

Tell him I'll see him
in the hall.

Yes, ma'am.

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ ♪

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.

(METAL CLATTERING)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

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 got to 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!

(PIG SQUEALS, SNORTS)

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?

(LIGHT MUSIC)

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.

(BOTH CHATTERING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Hang the whores!

(MILITARISTIC DRUMBEAT)

(RAUCOUS CHATTER)

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! (PANTING)

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!

(CLOCK TICKING)

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?

(CRYING AND PANTING)

♪ ♪

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.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Ah.

Miss Lister.

- Mr. Rawson.
- Oh, dear.

What happened?

You should see the other fellow.

- (LAUGHS)
- 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?

(DARK MUSIC)

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 £22617 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.

(BELL RINGS LOUDLY)

Who knows?

(SIGHS)

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. (SIGHS)

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...

(QUIETLY) 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.

(RISING STRING MUSIC)

♪ ♪

- James?
- Ma'am.

♪ ♪

What's the matter?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

♪ ♪

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Miss Lister.

Thank goodness you're here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

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.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

♪ ♪

Where is she?

♪ ♪

Ann.

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

(MOANS, GASPS)

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.

(CRIES) 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...

(QUIETLY) 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.

(CLOCK TICKING IN DISTANCE)

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?

(SNORTS) (DOG GROWLS)

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.

(SIGHS)

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

(SIGHS)

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... (CLEARS THROAT)
very pretty.

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

You see, I don't think she is.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Et voilà. (LAUGHS)

Only me!

(QUIET PLUCKED STRING MUSIC)

Mr. Mackenzie.

Mr. Booth.

♪ ♪

Thank you, John. That's lovely.

♪ ♪

(CHICKEN CLUCKING, COW MOOING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(CLOCK RINGING)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

Anne!

Mm?

I'm here.

Can you hear that?

(DISTANT GROANING)

♪ ♪

What, the wind?

No, listen.

You must have heard
that, surely.

What? No, I can't...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

♪ ♪

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.
- (WHIMPERS)

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?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

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.

(DOOR HANDLE SHUFFLES)

- Ann?
- (WHIMPERS)

Shh.

(DISTANT CLATTERING)

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...

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

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.

(TENDER MUSIC)

♪ ♪

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...
(SIGHS)

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."

(BABY COOING)

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...

(BABY FUSSES)

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.

(CALM STRING MUSIC)

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?

(LAUGHING)
Oh, he looked terrified.

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

(TRANQUIL MUSIC)

I don't want to go living
in Halifax

with Miss Thing.

(LAUGHS)

I know I'd be learning a trade,

but she's such an old fossil.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(BOTH LAUGH)

♪ ♪

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.

(LAUGHS)

(BELL RINGS)

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.

(JAUNTY MUSIC)

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.

♪ ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

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!

(TENSE MUSIC)

♪ ♪

(JAUNTY MUSIC)

♪ ♪

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?

(SEDATE MUSIC)

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...

(SOMBER MUSIC)

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?

(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)

♪ ♪

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.

(DOOR CLICKS OPEN)

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?

(BUILDING STRING MUSIC)

♪ ♪

(SOBS QUIETLY)

♪ ♪

I can't.

(CRYING) 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.

(DISH CLINKS)

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.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKS) Sorry, ma'am.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

♪ ♪

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.

(DOOR SHUTS)

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.

(TENDER MUSIC)

♪ ♪

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...

♪ ♪

(GASPING, MOANING)

Anne?

Anne?

It...

- What?
- (SNIFFS)

Nothing.

Anne!

I understand...

Why you can't commit to me.

It's impossible, I know.

How could anyone?

(SNIFFLES)

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.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

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.

(SEDATE MUSIC)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You'll be all right.

Look after yourself.

♪ ♪

(ROUSING MUSIC)

♪ ♪

Miss Lister.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Behind her back,
she's Gentleman Jack ♪

♪ A Yorkshire lady of renown ♪

♪ Ever so fine,
won't toe the line ♪

♪ Speak her name
and gentlemen frown ♪

♪ At Shibden Hall,
she had them all ♪

♪ The fairer sex
fell under her spell ♪

♪ Dapper and bright,
she held them tight ♪

♪ Handsome Anne
seduced them well ♪

♪ Gentleman Jack,
oh, Gentleman Jack ♪

♪ Watch your back,
you're under attack ♪

♪ Their husbands are coming,
you'd better start running ♪

♪ For nobody likes
a Jack-the-lass ♪

♪ Jack-the-lass, Jack-the-lass ♪

♪ No one likes a Jack-the-lass ♪

♪ The code is cracked,
your bags are packed ♪

♪ The knives are out
for Gentleman Jack ♪

(BRIGHT TONE)

ANNE LISTER: I had the promise
of a substantial investment,

which I no longer have.

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

MARIAN LISTER:
Anne? Is it true...

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

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

- That's not like you.
- ANNE: 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.

(SOBBING) Don't leave me.

Ann? What have you done?

- ANN WALKER: I...
- (GASPS)