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Here he comes, the finest Irishman in Yorkshire.

Albie! Man down!

When can I go back to work? You may keep the hand, Mr Hardacre.

Whether you're able to use it again is another matter.

I believe you're looking for help. Is this a joke?

Please, we really need the work.

What if we went into something for ourselves?

You've obviously quite a knack for business.

Which one of these asylums are you moving us into?

Who on Earth do you think you are?!

We're the Hardacres.

You can call me ma'am.

Mm.

I had a lovely dream.

I dreamt that I lived

in the most beautiful house I'd ever seen...

Hm?

..and I was married to a very fine gentleman.

Oh, aye?

Handsome, was he?

Very.

But he kept wanting to do unspeakable things to me.

I've come to light the fire, sir.

Aye, crack on, love.

Ssh!

Wakey-wakey, sleeping beauty. What are you doing? Get out.

Did you get scared, sleeping all on your own?

Best sleep I've had, not having to listen to you two

farting and snoring all night.

Are you coming down for breakfast? Go away.

It's early. Oh, come on, Harry.

I want to have a look around!

Come on! I'm coming as fast as I can.

I'm not used to a house this big.

Oh, my.

Hey.

They must be the previous owners.

Do you think the maid ever had a flash of his bare backside?

That is Sir William Cavendish IV.

The hall belonged to his family for nearly 200 years.

And what happened to them? Tuberculosis.

The heir lives in India and has no use for the estate,

so an agent was instructed to find new owners as quickly as possible.

And here we are.

And here you are.

If I may have a moment, Mrs Hardacre.

We need to discuss how things are going to run.

What things?

It is my job to follow your instruction, ma'am.

What time would you like the fires lit,

the rooms aired, the bell rung for dinner?

Decisions must be made on linens, china, glassware, the week's menu.

There's the stocking of the wine cellar, larder and pantry.

And that's before we get onto the housekeeping ledgers,

the shopping and the laundry.

Hm.

Well, perhaps we can discuss that after breakfast?

As you wish, ma'am.

This is our home now.

It is.

And from now on, we're people who matter.

And no-one can ever treat us like dirt

or make us feel like we're nothing ever again.

Yeah. Home sweet home.

Oh, yeah. I see you two have made yourselves comfortable.

Dad! So, Beesley, what have we got here?

Sir. We have eggs, boiled, scrambled, poached, fried.

Sausages, bacon, kidneys, kippers, fried herring...

I hope that's Hardacre herring.

Would you like me to find out, sir?

I'm only kidding you, man.

And call me Sam. Yes, sir.

Finally decided to get up, lazy arse?

I'll take one of everything.

A gentleman usually serves himself at breakfast, sir.

He is no gentleman. Shut it, you.

Leave him alone. Enough with your bickering.

Has, erm, anyone seen Ma?

I'll have some more tea and toast and another one of them kippers.

Mm.

Mrs Dryden would like to discuss

the running of the house after breakfast.

Does anyone want to come?

Sorry. I need to go to the fish auction, check on the shops.

You're one of the richest men in the county.

Why have dogs and bite yourself?

We don't have to be up at the crack of dawn to hump fish any more.

I know we don't have to, but I like going to the auction.

Oof. You like hanging round the docks, more like.

Hey, the shops can't manage themselves. I know.

We can figure out how that's gonna work.

But you're a gentleman now, and gentlemen don't work in fish shops.

I'm a working man.

I can't sit around the house all day doing nothing.

Why not? That's exactly what I'm planning.

Yeah, I'm not saying do nothing.

But maybe there's something else more befitting. Like what?

Herring is all I know.

Well, Mr Saunders is coming by this morning.

Why don't you speak to him?

And maybe get more involved in the financial side of things?

Suppose a conversation can't hurt. Thank you.

Listen. This is a fresh start for all of us.

Right? And, Joe, you can join your father.

You what? You heard.

Then the earnings per share can be

boosted by diverse asset allocation,

which brings us to bond market trading.

I'd be happy to show you both how the stock market works,

walk you through fixed and variable income securities,

corporate and government bonds, a...

I...

Yeah, I promise it's a lot more exciting than it sounds.

And the Hardacre portfolio

does a lot of good,

helping new companies get up on their feet.

Here.

Giving people a start.

I like that.

So, I get into this and away from the fish.

Stepping back from the day-to-day operation is a big move, though.

I can't hand the reins over to just anyone.

So how about it, Callum?

How do you fancy being the manager of Hardacre Herring?

Me?

You already know the finances and the set-up.

You're more than able for it. And, most importantly, we trust you.

It would be nice to have more of a hands-on role.

Then it's settled.

You bring Joe and me in on the stocks and shares,

I'll give you the lay of the land in the old herring game.

Enter.

If you require me, ma'am, you only have to ring the bell.

It isn't customary for the lady of the house to come below stairs.

Oh. Well, I was just passing.

Anyway, you wanted to go over the household ledgers?

Running a house this size is no small matter.

If you're happy for me to continue as is,

that might be for the best.

Well, I'm sure there's no harm in me casting my eye over a few things.

So, these are the food supplies for a month?

A week. A week?

There's the provisional breakfast, the sit-down breakfast,

elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We don't need to be eating seven times a day, love.

No. We need something much simpler.

You all right, Sam? Hey, John.

Looks like a good haul there, Fred. Must be a two-tonner.

There speaks a man who knows his herring.

Didn't expect to see you today.

I thought you'd be busy, settling into that fancy new house of yours?

Any chance to see you, Lena, you know that. Mm.

You'll be seeing a bit less of me after today, though.

I'm taking a step back from the shops,

so I won't be coming to the auction as much.

Oh, aye. Life of leisure, is it?

Not paying you lot to chinwag. Sorry, Mr Shaw.

My fault, I distracted them.

Can't keep away, can you, Hardacre?

If I find your quota's down, I'll be docking you a day's pay!

That's a bit harsh. It's nowt to do with you.

You don't have to put up with him, you know.

Easy for you to say.

You don't have to work for him any more.

I thought he might afford me a little more respect

now I'm overseer.

Who was I kidding?

You know I can always find you a job in one of the shops.

I'm the only thing standing between Shaw and the rest of these.

You got work for a hundred odd in your shop?

I appreciate the offer.

We're not your problem any more.

Stop worrying about us.

Go and enjoy your new house.

I'll see you around.

Put your back into it.

Oh, Liza, what do you think of these, love?

Life of a lady at your fingertips,

and you wanna spend your time playing cards with this old woman?

Life of a lady. What does that even mean?

It means beautiful dresses, elegant balls...

..dashing men.

They'll be dashing, all right (!) Away from Liza.

Oi!

What do I care about stupid dresses and boring dances with boring men?

Do you know, I would have given my eye teeth for all that at your age.

Maybe it's that you've had it easier than I ever did.

I know what it's like to be poor.

There's poor and there's poor.

You have no idea how hard it was when I were young.

Oh, you survived. You've done all right for yourself.

And I believe that leaves you seven points down.

Oh, you cheating old crone.

How you finding the stocks and shares?

How are YOU finding the stocks and shares?

Well, they're certainly different. I don't mind it.

It's not as if we're doing any real graft, is it?

Buy a bit of this company, sell a bit of that one.

It's basically money for nothing.

Maharani!

Maharani!

Hey, I say,

you haven't seen a Russian Wolfhound passing through here, have you?

About this big, highly-strung?

Can't say that we have, now.

Oh, damn it. It's my wife's dog.

And if I go home without the beast, it'll be me sleeping in the kennel.

You must be the new chap.

Marquess of York, Lord George Fitzherbert.

I live in the next estate, Malham Manor.

Sam Hardacre. Pleasure to meet you. This is my eldest, Joe.

Oh, hello. Hello.

Maharani!

Why don't you come up to the house and we'll see

if anybody up there's seen your hound?

Wouldn't want to see you in trouble with the wife now, would we? Ah.

No, we certainly would not. All right.

That would be terrific help. Terrific.

Tinny! Tinny!

When did you last see him?

Ah, I took him to do his business in the woods

and the little bugger shot off after something.

Hey, hey.

Lord Fitzherbert, this is my daughter, Liza.

Ah. And, er, my mother-in-law... I go by Ma.

Enchante. He's lost his dog.

What kind is it? A Borzoi.

A what? A Russian Wolfhound.

Sold to me on the understanding that it would make a very fine gun dog.

But she panics at the sound of the shot.

Women, eh?

Oh.

She's a bitch? Yeah.

Were you shooting in the woods? Yes.

Right, leave it with us. Come on.

How very kind.

Very.

Come on in.

Mary? Hm?

This is our new neighbour. Lord George Fitzherbert.

This is my wife, Mary.

Ah, Lord Fitzherbert. Charmed, Mrs Hardacre.

Mwah. Oh.

And our youngest, Harry. Hello.

Oh, gosh, what happened to you? I were born this way.

Doesn't hold him back, though, does it, son?

Oh, well, good for you.

Why, Mrs Dryden. How lovely to see you.

Lord Fitzherbert. May we offer you some refreshment?

Well, I dare say I've timed my visit perfectly for afternoon tea.

I'm afraid we don't take afternoon tea in this house any more.

Really? Oh, gosh.

Well, in that case, I'll make do with a tot of Madeira.

Please. Oh, thank you.

Er, so, tell me, young man,

why are you reading of an afternoon and not at school?

Oh, well, we're actually looking for a new school for Harry.

Well, the only place worth a damn in Yorkshire

is Barlow's boarding school.

"Ut portet nomen meum coram gentibus."

Say again? It's the Barlow's motto.

"Carry my name to the people."

But boarding school, though.

Didn't you miss your family?

Oh, not a jot. No. In fact...

Barlow's "three Rs" made me the man I am today.

"Roughhousing, rowing and ruddy good chaps."

That sounds lively. It sounds brilliant.

If that hound is in heat,

Tinny'll be at her like a rat up a drain pipe.

There they are.

He'd never get up there.

You've a lot to learn about men, Liza girl.

Grab that hound.

Come here.

Turn round.

Slowly.

This is private land. You're trespassing.

Says who?

Victor Ward.

Head groundskeeper on this estate.

I'm permitted to shoot poachers.

Only if we're armed.

Which, as you can see, we are not.

You're very familiar with the law.

I'm also very familiar with guns.

And what you're holding there

is a 12-gauge double-barrelled shotgun.

Oh, aye. What of it?

Well, I hope you're confident of your aim.

Cos in the time it'll take you to cock that second barrel,

my Tinny here will have ripped out your throat.

That's big talk for a small dog.

Size is overrated.

Being the generous chap that I am, I'm gonna let you go.

But I don't want to see you on this land again, all right?

Well, that might be difficult...

..seeing as how we live here.

My daughter owns this place.

So technically, that means you work for me.

My apologies.

But my lady didn't introduce herself.

Oh, I'm no lady, Mr Ward.

So, you made your fortune from fish? Oh, aye.

We travelled up and down Yorkshire selling fried herring.

Life on the open road. How I envy you.

Ah, well, you wouldn't envy sleeping in a cart with Ma.

The old woman's snoring would put a navvy to shame.

Sam.

But you've left the fish behind you now, then?

Not quite. That's right.

Well, we're not involved in the day-to-day operations,

and Sam now runs our financial portfolio. Oh.

Well, I'm something of an entrepreneur myself as it happens.

Oh, aye? Yes. What game are you in?

Wine.

I'm planning England's first vineyard on my estate.

Why let the French have all the fun?

Do grapes grow in Yorkshire?

I'm sure they will, Harry, given the right conditions.

We found your dog. How wonderful.

Just in time, too. Tinny was about...

Showing her around.

Oh, getting to know each other. A bit like us.

But alas, all good things must come to an end, eh?

Well, you, erm, you must come for tea... dinner, sometime.

I'd be delighted to. What about this Saturday?

Yes. Of course. Yeah.

Erm, you should bring your family.

Er, oh, yes, they'd be thrilled.

Yes.

Toad-in-the-hole, sir.

As requested. That's grand, Beesley.

Well, we certainly can't serve the Fitzherberts toad-in-the-hole.

Why? They got something against a good sausage (?)

They might be used to finer things.

"The Marquess of York, George Fitzherbert III,

"married Lady Emma Hansen in 1868..."

Oh, my. What?

Lady Emma's related to the Danish royal family.

Crikey. Royalty. At our table.

I hope she's not as nervy as her daft hound.

You see, the gentry are like their dogs.

All that blue blood leaves them defective.

Give me a good mongrel.

If you're gonna be like that when they're here,

you can stay in your room. Maybe we should all stay in our room.

We wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of real-life royalty (!)

Ah, they're winding you up.

Look, folk are folk, no matter where they're from.

I'm sure we'll find common ground.

Liza, you can help me plan the evening.

That's not fair. Why doesn't he have to help?

Cos he's helping your father with stocks and shares.

What about him? I have to get ready for Barlow's.

That's not decided yet. But, Dad.

We'll talk about it later.

What's that you're reading, anyway?

Found it in the library.

It's a compendium of the great and the good.

Oh, yeah? What's it say about me, then?

I'm not sure it mentions you. See?

All the best women are written out of history.

Ooh, here we are.

"Ma, also known by her aliases The Shadow

"and Madame Midnight

"is one of Yorkshire's most notorious smugglers,

"but she's thought to be descended

"from Spring-Heeled Jack and a local banshee."

Hey, that ought to impress Lady What's-her-face.

Er, no.

There'll be no talk of banshees or smuggling.

We're all gonna be on our best behaviour

and we're all gonna make a good impression.

But who are these Hardacres?

What is their title?

We didn't really get into all that.

According to Lady Beaumont, they're richer than the Saltmarshes.

Hm. And I heard their eldest son is very handsome.

Where did he inherit his money?

I'm not entirely sure.

But they have a very diverse portfolio.

Portfolio? Mm.

So they're new money. New money, old money.

The point is, they've clearly got pots of the stuff.

And, er, they rather liked the sound of my wine business.

You don't have a wine business.

I could, if I got the sort of

cash injection that Sam Hardacre could provide.

Please tell me you're not planning to go begging to the neighbours?

It would be an investment.

How else am I supposed to pay for the upkeep of this place?

Let alone Adella's dowry.

I've already accepted the invitation, Emma.

How will it look if I say we can't go?

Fine. We will go to dinner.

And see what these Hardacres are all about.

How was last night's dinner, ma'am? Simple enough?

It was very nice, thank you.

But we will require something more special for Saturday evening.

Lord and Lady Fitzherbert will be joining us.

And what's she like? Lady Emma?

Oh, where does one begin?

Her ladyship has beauty, elegance.

A wonderful sense of style.

Her charitable works and society contacts are second to none.

I believe that she is a personal friend to Her Majesty The Queen...

And her daughter is the most eligible debutante in the county.

Well, we best pull out all the stops, then.

Will the service be a la francaise or a la russe?

Yes.

Both.

Both.

And were you thinking the Wallace Silver or the Gorham Glass?

Ooh, I like this one. Careful!

Ma'am?

Look, Mrs Dryden, when it comes to all this,

I have no idea where to start.

You know that, I know that.

So, maybe you could just help me out here, love?

I wouldn't like to get above my station.

Ma'am was very clear yesterday. Mm.

Thank you, Mrs Dryden. That will be all.

Why don't you just get rid of her?

Because she doesn't think I can do this,

so I'm gonna prove her wrong instead.

I'm trying to get the hang of this Viennoiserie pastry.

The French must have very cold paws, that's all I can say.

I doubt this lot'd know the difference between French pastry

and a Yorkshire pudding.

Lord and Lady Fitzherbert will be dining here at the Hall on Saturday.

Mrs Hardacre is taking charge.

But you said she hasn't got a clue.

She wants to do things her way.

You've to cook what she asks for.

No more. No less.

Thank you, Mrs Henderson.

Sir.

Here, Beesley.

What sort of thing does a gentleman do with his day?

Well, he begins by taking the papers in the morning.

Yeah, I've done that.

Then he would probably deal with... his correspondence.

Have I had any letters?

No, sir.

There's matters of estate management.

All right. What's that, then? The running of the grounds and land.

Though...

Mr Ward, the groundskeeper, has that in hand.

Well, what did old Cavendish do with his day?

He spent the afternoons at his club,

discussing matters of the day with other gentlemen.

Would you like me to apply for membership on your behalf?

I'm not sure his type of place is my type of place.

As you wish, sir.

There you are.

I need to decide what to serve the Fitzherberts for dinner.

And Liza's been neither use nor ornament.

What would you say to a Royal Roast?

It's a chicken inside a duck inside a turkey.

That doesn't sound natural to me. How do they even get in there?

Maybe a saddle of mutton would be safer. Yeah, that's a good idea.

Oh, and make sure you're here tomorrow morning.

We've got tailors and dressmakers coming. What for?

Well... This dinner's our way into society, so...

we need to look a bit more like that.

Whoa...

Good afternoon.

Good day to you.

Ma'am.

We have a selection of ready-mades

that we can adjust to fit here today.

And for the made-to-measure...

Oh!

Aye, it's quite the thing, love.

Now, we're after the works, lass.

Everything from the undercrackers outwards.

Ma... What? The money you've got,

we should be farting through silk for the rest of our days.

Shall we?

Oi, watch it!

Beautiful.

Very handsome.

Oh, Ma... What d'you think?

Eh?

Will I do?

Well, Beesley, do we look the part?

Every inch, sir.

There is a gentleman here to see you.

Fred!

Whoa. Is that really you?

Oh, it's just like a daft costume, isn't it?

What's happened?

Er... Shaw sacked me.

Oh, love. Cos I let a sick man go home.

That bloody man.

I hate to ask, I...

I wouldn't if I weren't desperate, but...

..the other day you said you could maybe help me out

with a job in one of your shops?

Of course. Absolutely.

Come on. Have a seat, Fred. Sit down.

Thank you.

What is it?

The docks. It's all I've known, and them that work there.

It doesn't feel right, me off and sorted

while the rest of them are stuck there with Shaw.

It'll just be some other poor sod's turn now.

I think it's time someone had a proper chat with our Mr Shaw.

I know you wanna help, love. But you threw Shaw in a pile of fish guts.

I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but it's worth a go.

This is too good to only wear in the bedroom.

Ah, don't worry about that. It's just a daft costume after all.

I felt funny dressed like that in front of Fred, that's all.

Is that what's going on?

You feel funny about all this,

you're looking for an excuse to run back to the docks?

I'm not running back anywhere, Mary.

I'm doing the stocks and shares, aren't I?

Oh, and I spoke to Beesley about what occupies a gentleman.

And? Well...

It's mainly reading newspapers

and talking nonsense with other gentlemen by the sounds of it.

Oh, Sam, you've got to give it a proper chance, love.

I am.

But Fred's a good friend and I just wanna help him.

I care about Fred too.

I just think we should be looking forward, not back.

The docks is our old life. I want you here with me in our new one.

I am here with you.

It just takes a bit of getting used to.

But I'm here, Mary. I'm all in.

Good.

And just promise me you're not gonna do anything daft

down the docks tomorrow.

I promise.

I'll be measure and reason itself.

You're a damn fool, man!

What would you know about it?

A monkey in a suit is still a monkey.

I know you don't have a clue.

You parade around, you treat the workers like dirt,

you sacked Fred for nothing.

Sell the business to me.

Why on Earth would I do that?

Because if you don't, I'll ruin you.

You see, I might be a monkey, but I'm a monkey with money.

And I'll happily spend it

buying every single fish that's landed in this harbour

until you go under.

Hell, I'll buy every fish on the whole coast

if that's what it takes.

And I won't stop till you're done.

I don't believe you.

Try me.

There. That can go there.

Just...

Oh, did you get Fred his job back?

In a manner of speaking, er, yes.

Er, the thing is... Good.

You can tell me all about it later.

But right now, you need to go and get changed.

It's beautiful, wife. Isn't it?

I picked the flowers in the woods myself.

Now go! Mm.

Will there be anything else, ma'am?

No. Thank you, Beesley.

There, turn round. Let's have a look.

Good.

It's going to be great.

Lord and Lady Fitzherbert.

Welcome to Hardacre Hall. You didn't tell me he was Irish.

Lady Fitzherbert.

Oh, there's no need to curtsy, Mrs Hardacre.

Oh, please, call me Mary.

These are our children, Joe, Liza and Harry.

And this is my daughter, Lady Adella.

Thrilled to be here, aren't we, darling?

Charmed.

We're all very curious about our mysterious new neighbours.

Ah, nothing mysterious about us lot.

It'll be lovely to get to know one another.

Your accent. I can't quite place it.

It's Yorkshire, love. You live in it.

My mother. If you'd like to follow me through to the dining room.

This way, please.

And I must say, it's lovely to be dining at the Hall again.

Oh, you knew the Cavendish family well?

Oh, yes. Lady Cavendish was a magnificent hostess.

An evening at Thornton Hall was always quite the occasion.

Hardacre Hall.

Of course.

When a place has had a name for over 200 years,

change takes a bit of getting used to.

Well, we're still getting used to it ourselves.

It's a bit different to where we come from.

And where would that be?

We used to live in the village. Worked on the docks.

Working?

How modern.

The first course.

You seem to have forgotten the soup course,

and the fish course, for that matter.

There are no soup and fish courses this evening, m'lady.

Really? Extraordinary.

No soup, no fish.

And I thought you people were dock workers.

We were. But the docks are far behind us now.

Don't you like mutton? It was delightful.

Is Lady Adella an only child?

No, we also have a son. Crispin.

He's currently exploring the lakes of West Africa.

Oh, you must miss him. Awfully.

And soon Adella will be gone, too. Where?

We have high hopes that Adella will make a fine match

with the heir to the Charlton estate.

Yes, Lord Bathurst. A fine fellow.

He hasn't actually proposed yet.

Don't be so gauche, Adella. Negotiations are advancing.

And how did you meet him?

I barely have. Adella was presented last year.

Oh, I bet that was wonderful!

Have you been presented yet, Miss Hardacre?

Prancing about for a load of silly boys just isn't really my style.

Dessert.

Mm.

And this is?

Bread and butter pudding. It's my favourite.

It looks wonderful.

Have you lost Mrs Dryden?

This is quite a change from the usual menu.

Malham is excellent for grouse hunting this time of year.

Why don't you come out with me tomorrow?

Oh, I'd love to, George, but... Well, you could all come.

We'd make a day of it. Oh, yes, yes. That would be fun.

I'm a dab hand with a shotgun.

I really can't, I'm afraid.

Why not? I have some business to attend to.

Well, Saunders can manage the shops. It's not the shops.

Then what? I don't see why we can't accept

Lord Fitzherbert's very generous invitation.

Er...

I was gonna wait until later to tell you all but, er...

..I bought Shaw's Fish Merchants this afternoon.

You did what?

If you'd have heard Shaw, you'd had done the same thing.

To Hardacre and Son! Son? Which son?

It's not likely to be me, is it? I'm not going back to the docks!

Joe, can you give Lady Adella a tour of the house, please?

I'd like that. They'll need a chaperone.

Of course. Liza? Harry?

How about we gents retire for a brandy

to toast your brand-new venture, eh?

What about us? I never say no to a brandy.

Ladies and gentlemen together?

Go on, Lady Em. Treat yourself.

So, this is the study.

I think she could have worked that out for herself.

The study.

How exciting. Yeah, it's not that great.

Well, shall we go back, then? Seeing as it's so disappointing?

So we can be bored to death? Well, have you got a better idea?

Why don't we have a bit of fun?

Will you be involved

in the day-to-day running of these fish merchants?

It's early days, but the previous owner neglected the place for years.

I have a lot of ideas about how to improve things.

Sure, who better to run the business

than those who have actually done the graft, eh?

I couldn't agree with you more.

It's exactly as the Cavendishes had it. Ah, yes.

We're getting a feel for the place before we make changes.

But what have you done with your own furniture?

Does anybody play?

Not the piano, but if you're feeling lucky...

Come on, Liza. Wait, what about me?

Harry, it's grown-ups only. Not little boys.

You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?

Go on... Harry!

I dare you to drink the whole thing.

Oi... Stop, Harry!

Harry! Harry!

What did you say that for? Oh, don't be such a bore.

Oh, bloomin' heck.

He's not going to be sick, is he?

How are you feeling, Georgie boy? Oh, quietly confident.

Then why don't we make it interesting?

That's a rather nice pocket watch you've got there.

You can't possibly be suggesting a wager?

Of course she isn't. I most certainly am.

You horrible boy!

What on Earth?

What the hell is going on?

He drank a load of brandy and was sick on my dress!

I'm so sorry.

Drinking was your stupid idea! Liza!

It were just a bit of fun.

It were my idea, it weren't Lady Adella's.

I said you were too young. You liar!

That is enough!

Now, all of you, get to bed now!

You're coming to the docks tomorrow, boy, whether you like it or not.

Don't!

I'll, er, check on Harry.

Try not to buy any other businesses on your way out, will you, love?

I hope you're pleased with yourself.

Well, good riddance if you ask me.

I mean, he's all right, the poor sod.

But she's a nasty piece of work.

I did not like the way she spoke to you.

I got everything wrong. Everything!

Listen...

How were you supposed to know all the stupid ins and outs?

Fish and soup, eh?

It's that Dryden one that needs telling.

It's her job to know all that.

Now, I'm very happy to go and have a little chat with her, if you want.

No. I'll do it.

Don't hold back.

I won't.

That's my girl.

I'll bet Lady Fitzherbert's face was a picture.

It isn't funny, young lady.

They're going to destroy the standing of this house.

You played your part. She needed guidance.

That Hardacre woman needs to see there is a right way to do things.

I don't see what you've got against them. They seem nice enough to me.

Nice?

The children are animals, the mother's a criminal,

he's a simpleton, and as for Lady Muck...

She can put on as many fancy dresses as she likes,

it doesn't change the fact

that underneath it all she's a common fishwife.

It was one bad dinner, love.

It'll be better next time. How's Harry?

I told him he could go to Barlow's.

I think it's what he needs.

Another decision made without consulting me.

I can tell him no.

It's what he wants.

This bloody dress.

Come here.

I'm sorry, Mary.

I should have told you about buying Shaw's.

It's supposed to be a new start.

It won't be like before. It'll be ours.

And it'll be good for me, it'll be good for Joe.

You are happy here, aren't you?

As long as I'm with you, I'm happy.

Are you happy here?

Of course. It's everything I ever wanted.

I have it! You shall host a gala afternoon tea,

here at Hardacre Hall.

That Lady Em has taken you for every penny.

One day, that'll read Joe Hardacre and Son. I won't let you down.

I thought I was in charge of the money. Fred can handle the money.

Fred's not in charge around here, I am.

And if I can run this place with fewer men, then I will!

Our beloved Thornton Hall in sugar and cake.

Hardacre Hall.

I've changed my mind. The Duchess has arrived.

Her opinion will make or break you.

Mrs Hardacre.