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I'm going to ask Jerry to arrange a lunch with your aunt.

Are you sure, Grandy?

You know you're the only one of the family I trust,

don't you, darling?

You know, the family are all desperate

to arrange a surprise party for your birthday.

Oh, God preserve me!

I know you hate surprises.

Well, they're just always so much nicer to give

than to receive.

Will you let me take that away? To stop you listening to it.

No, thank you. It's good for me to get to grips

with modern technology.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Mr Fairley, most mothers spend a lifetime

loving their family.

But our mother has spent a lifetime hating yours.

Who do you think you are? I think I'm no-one, sir.

No!

Apparently, every one of them wronged her,

whatever that means.

TAPE RECORDER CLICKS OFF

They're sacking me, aren't they?

Because of last night, the dress.

I'm dismissed? No, no. Father knows it was one of mother's games.

I made sure of that.

But...

he's sending me to London.

When? Right now.

There's a carriage waiting for me. I couldn't leave

without saying goodbye. They're waiting.

Goodbye? How long will you be gone for?

A month.

I couldn't bear it either, the thought of being away from you.

When? What does he want you to do?

He's got it in his head that I can somehow improve

the relations with the Chandras.

Relations?

With the daughter? I knew this would happen, I knew it!

They want you to be with her. I don't care! I want you!

I have to go before someone comes looking for me.

But... Here, I've marked the date

so you can count down the days.

Just know I'll be hating... Edwin! ..every second with them

until I come home to you.

Edwin!

DOOR SLAMS

I love you.

I love you too. Edwin!

HORSE WHINNIES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

CLATTERING

WOMAN CRIES OUT

CLATTERING

I'd better go. It sounds bad again.

YELLS

I had to. No-one's listening to me.

Oh, God. What have you done now?

Where are you hurt? It's just a cut on her hand.

Are you sure? She's bleeding. I'm sure.

Looks worse than it is. I think I'm dying!

No, you're not. You're not. My hair!

It's perfectly normal, darling.

You're just working yourself up.

Get Adam. I need Adam!

I'm not sure where he is.

You're keeping him from me, aren't you? No, no. No, no.

Stopping him from seeing me! Calm. Calm yourself.

He wouldn't abandon me like this!

Emma...

WAILING

Come on. Into bed.

I'll clean you up once you've had a rest.

Will you tell Squire Fairley?

Tell him he has to come.

He's my husband.

GROANING

Is she all right?

No. She's quite the opposite of all right.

And that's down to us.

She was unwell long before there was any sort of us.

Not like this. You'd know if you'd been to see her

these last few weeks.

I didn't think you'd want me to.

We must take care of her, now more than ever.

She's barely eaten or drunk anything in days.

Not even a sherry.

She's so desperate for you to visit.

I know you're feeling as guilty as I am.

Although you and I haven't...

I mean...

...not since...

And yet we are laying together every night.

We've shown great restraint.

A cup of tea, a chat with her, that's all.

It's just seeing her like that when she's that bad,

I can't stand it.

OLIVIA CLEARS HER THROAT

Right.

See you at breakfast.

Squire Fairley was just...

I've not seen Squire Fairley this morning, Miss Wainwright.

I expect he's still in bed.

I love my sister.

Of course. And you're very good to her, Miss Wainwright.

It's not easy loving someone so unwell.

It's been very hard on Squire Fairley, too.

But since you came to help, he seems much lighter.

Do you think so?

I dare say he'd be lost without you.

We all would.

I hope you're as trustworthy as you seem, Emma.

I am, Miss Wainwright.

You have my word.

I have been meaning to speak to you, though, Miss Wainwright,

seeing as it's you who runs the house now, in't it,

you who makes the decisions?

Why? Is there a problem?

I'm after solving it.

The way Murgatroyd has us doing all the chores,

there's a more better way to do it, to get it done faster.

More efficient, you mean?

Efficient? Yes, miss. Exactly. Efficient.

If we were to divvy the chores up different,

change the order...

I wrote it all down how I think it can work.

But Murgatroyd won't even read it.

He... He's stuck in his ways.

He thinks he knows better cos he's a man.

But it's not up to him, though, is it?

I can see you're in charge these days.

Well, do you have it with you, this timetable of yours?

You've put a lot of thought into this.

It's impressive.

Truly.

It's really very impressive indeed.

I'll make sure it's implemented from today.

Oh, and could you make sure there's some champagne on ice?

Yes, Miss Wainwright.

Are you expecting to be celebrating something?

We're hoping to hear from Edwin today.

It's been three months.

Surely he's finally got around to proposing.

So, there may be a wedding on the cards.

I love weddings. Don't you?

I've... I've never been to one, miss.

Emma Harte!

That's me done.

All chimneys pointing in the right direction.

What, are you leaving today?

Tomorrow, first thing. I'm a wanderer.

You've not been crying, have you?

No. I've just got a bit of soot in my eye, that's all.

Oh, I'd say that'll be my fault. Let's have a look.

It's fine now.

I... I can't see anything.

Not even an eyeball?

It's worse than I thought!

You're gonna be all right?

Are you, Emma?

Well, I was till you told me you're abandoning me

in this godforsaken place.

I hate it here.

Come.

What? Come with me. Why not?

I have a job on a big house down south.

There'd be work for you, too. I'm sure of it.

Train leaves at six.

I can't afford a train. Ah, well,

I could just about cover a ticket for you, too.

No, I couldn't ask you to. Sure, you can pay me back

when you earn your big fortune.

What's keeping you here? What are you waiting for?

What about...? Your plan with a capital P?

Emma, isn't this exactly what that was?

Isn't this what your mother wanted you to do?

This place is a dead end, mavourneen.

The kind you get stuck in.

And I cannot bear the thought of that happening to you.

Not you. I cannot.

Tomorrow? I don't know if I can leave tomorrow.

No matter how hard you work or how talented you are,

those people in that house are never going to see you

as anything more than a maid

and me a pair of hands.

But somewhere else, a city where no-one knows us,

well, we can be anything we want.

Take the leap, Emma.

I promise you, you won't regret it.

Edwin, I've waited so long for you to come home.

But I won't stay and watch you walk through the door

engaged to someone else.

I let myself get distracted by a dream

that were never gonna come true.

But I can still make something of myself.

That were always the plan.

And that's why I'm leaving.

Even though it breaks my heart to know...

I'll never...

...see you again.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Are you real?

Good question.

Do you feel that?

Are you engaged?

To you.

Only ever to you.

I missed you so much.

BOTH LAUGH

What were you writing?

DOOR BANGS Emma Harte!

I have to go. Meet me. In the rose garden.

As soon as you can. I'll wait.

ADELE RETCHES AND COUGHS

Ah!

Oh, now you come, when I'm in this state!

Turn away! Go on. I don't want your eyes on me!

What are you...

What are you doing?

Is it true?

You haven't had a drink for days?

Why?

Because of the way you looked at me at the party.

And the way you're looking at me now...

Hmm.

It's the way you used to look at me.

And I want you to do it every day.

Hmm.

ADELE LAUGHS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh, there you are. Did you...?

Was she...? How is she?

Sober.

For how long this time, do you think?

She's never even lasted this long before.

I don't know.

I suppose we should take each day as it comes. But...

thank you.

It was the right thing to do going to see her.

I feel much better.

DOOR OPENS

Is that...?

Er, yes. Um, it's from Joe Lowther.

I suspect you won't enjoy reading it.

"As a result of such reduction in quality,

"I've taken the decision to stop stocking your fabric,

"as it no longer meets the standards my customers expect."

Where is Gerald?

That's the third retailer in as many weeks.

The ink's not even dry on the Chandra contract.

I swear, if they find out...

Is Edwin home yet?

Yes. With no news.

But I still think the connection

between Edwin and Priya might buy us some grace.

Emma...

I've thought it through. I've thought of nothing else.

We CAN do this. Not yet maybe,

but once I've got a degree,

I'll get a decent, probably terribly boring job.

Not one that can buys us a manor, of course,

but enough for a cottage.

But they do want you to propose to her, Priya Chandra?

I don't care.

They'll never let you choose me! They'll disown you.

Let them. Who cares?

Be serious! I am, Emma.

What about the money? Money doesn't matter to me.

Said like someone with not the first clue how life is without it!

You're right.

I need Father to keep on paying till I've graduated.

But then I'll be free.

You'd really trade your big fancy house

for a cottage the size of your bedroom?

I'd live in a shoe box if you were there, too.

We'd never fit in that.

It'd have to be a hat box at least.

We wouldn't have to rely on just you.

If we were going to do that, I'd be doing my sewing

so we'd have money from that, too.

I might even open a shop one day.

See? Yes.

With my boring job and your not boring shop...

we can do this.

With or without my family's blessing.

You'd really pick me over them?

I'd pick you over anyone.

Stay with me.

Stay right... here.

Always.

So we can do more of this.

I'm not going anywhere.

Let's go.

CRIES OUT

See, this is what I was trying to avoid.

I've never been very good at goodbyes.

I'm sorry.

I can't leave my dad and Frank. Not yet.

And I think there might be opportunities for me here.

Miss Wainwright knows I've got good ideas,

and she's even listening to some of them.

I think maybe...

there is a future for me here... after all.

You can always come and find me, you know,

if anything changes.

For any reason.

Anything at all.

Just ask for me at the Mucky Duck in Armley.

Leave a message.

Sure, I move about...

...with work, and...

girls...

...and parties...

HORSE WHINNIES

Someone in there generally knows where I am.

I won't half miss you.

Stay hungry, Emma.

Remember what your mam told you.

Don't let anything

or anyone distract you from that plan of yours.

INDISTINCT VOICE

...much more efficient.

I'd like you to implement it immediately.

Tomorrow morning, if possible.

Yes, ma'am. Of course. I was disappointed to hear

you dismissed it out of hand.

KNOCKING

Adele?

KNOCKING

Come through.

Adele! What?

Could you cover yourself up a moment, please?

Are you talking to me or the door?

Have you been drinking? Don't be silly, Adam.

Doors don't drink. I mean you.

How am I supposed to know that if you won't look at me?

Have you?

Not a drop.

Please... put the robe back on.

I feel well.

The best I've felt in years.

Like I've been trapped in this impenetrable fog.

And now it's lifted.

But?

I can see what it was hiding now.

All the damage...

I've caused.

It's all over me.

I keep trying to wash it off.

ADAM BREATHES SLOWLY

WATER SPLASHES

SHE SOBS

THEY LAUGH

Emma, perhaps you ought to see

if Adam is tending to Mrs Fairley.

Perhaps he's forgotten the time.

Sorry, Emma?

These uniforms you made,

did you use the offcuts from the mill?

I thought you said that would be all right, Miss Wainwright.

No, no, no, it's fine. Just come here a second, would you?

Looks like an excellent job was done there.

Oh...

I quite agree.

Sorry to keep you all waiting.

Oh, here, look at this. Look at this.

This is OUR fabric, you know?

So it may not be good enough for fine dresses,

but it makes for a very serviceable uniform, doesn't it?

Almost smart. Mm.

Partly Emma's design, I think,

but it goes to show what can be done.

What are you thinking?

I think we send one of these up to Joe Lowther,

convince him of the fabric's potential.

Most of his customers have staff who need uniforms,

and nobody wants to pay top whack for those, do they?

Brilliant.

As always.

You might thank Olivia, Gerald.

She may have just saved your job.

SLAMS TABLE

Um...

Thank you, Aunt Olivia.

Emma, do you think you could make

a sample of one of these by tomorrow morning?

Yes, miss. The usual price? Yes.

"Whatever comes,

"whether hardship,

"h... hunger or sorrow,

"it cannot...

"..al... al... al-ter..." Al-ter?

Alter. "It cannot alter one thing.

"If I am a princess

"in rags and tatters,

"I can be a princess, inside..."

This is for girls!

It's for anyone who wants to practise their reading.

If you don't like it, I'll put it back tomorrow.

No. No!

SHE SNORTS

Shut up.

You won't go calling me Princess Frank or nothing?

No point in nicking another one.

Borrowing.

If you get caught, you'll get the sack.

So, just for you,

I'll stick with this boring girl's book.

I wish I could write as good as this.

You will.

Just got to keep working like you are.

Mam would be proud.

You an' all.

How much have you saved now?

Almost 36 shillings. Yeah?

Oh... Emma!

Dad! Dad!

I'm all right, I'm all right. I'm just tired.

What's wrong? Emma's...

Er...

Emma's asking if I can stay up late to help her.

Oh! I am not!

She says I'm better than her.

Better looking, too.

So she can't finish without me.

You can sew now, can you?

Yeah. Reckon I can do a...

a button.

Do what with it? Stick it up your nose again?

I've never done that!

Well, you did when you were about two.

Mam had to close up the other nostril and blow in your mouth

till it popped out all covered in snot.

No, she didn't.

All right, come on, Button. Bed. Let's go.

You too. You look exhausted.

I'm nearly done. Promise.

Can't say I know 'owt about dresses.

I do know hard work when I see it.

Learnt that from you.

You're doing great, our kid.

Proud of you.

Don't stay up too long.

I won't.

We ought to get ready to go, I think.

Emma should be bringing us the uniforms,

and then we could set off. Mm. Mm.

I was thinking...

...probably best for me to be at the mill,

given the growing unrest.

Oh, right.

Well, I suppose we could go tomorrow.

No, no, no. I think you should go without me.

It was your brilliant plan, anyway,

and no doubt Lowther will find you much more charming.

We do need those orders, Olivia.

I've been looking forward to a day out together.

But, yeah, no, I suppose... Me too.

But there'll be other days.

Mm.

The uniform for you, Miss Wainwright.

Thank you, Emma.

Was there something else?

Yes, miss. I were wondering...

Might I come with you to Mr Lowther's shop?

I wouldn't be any trouble.

I just want to watch and listen. To learn.

No. Well, I won't be back until bedtime.

I mean, we've only just implemented your rota.

You want to take the day off?

I'd still get everything done. I'd stay up all night if I have to.

I give my word on that.

You know I always stick to my word.

I'm struggling to understand

why you think this is appropriate.

I'm sorry. It's just...

It is my uniform what you're using.

Yes. Which I paid for, didn't I?

Yes, but the design is mine.

If I pay for something, that means it belongs to me.

You'd do well to remember that, Emma.

Yes, Miss Wainwright. Sorry for speaking out of turn.

WHIP CRACKS Hup!

HORSE WHINNIES

CARRIAGE RATTLES AWAY

Are you sure you're ready?

BIRDSONG

WIND GUSTS

LAUGHTER

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Gerald. What?

What is it?

LAUGHTER AND FAINT CHATTER

Hmm.

A success, then, with Joe Lowther.

Do I get to have you all to myself finally?

Hmm. Adele's been getting all of your attention recently.

I thought that's what you wanted, for me to keep her happy.

It is.

It is, it is.

But... we did say

that we would allow ourselves a little happiness, too,

didn't we?

What is it?

Is it her?

No.

It's...

It's me.

I can get carried away.

And that's not who you are.

You're... pure.

You're... good.

I don't want to corrupt you with my, um...

I respect you too much.

What if I told you right now...

...I don't want you to respect me?

I mean it.

Do what you want to me.

Do it.

Lie down.

Put your arms above your head.

Yeah.

OLIVIA CRIES OUT

Sorry. No, no, no.

No, you don't have to stop.

I don't want you to stop. My head. I...

I can't stop thinking, um...

All this business with the retailers,

they're dropping like flies.

I think it's causing me more stress than I realised,

despite your Lowther success.

Maybe I'll sleep in my own room.

Goodnight, my love.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

DOOR CLOSES

SHE GROANS

KNOCKING

HANDLE RATTLES

Sorry, I, er...

I was worried. With you not drinking, the nights...

Sometimes they can be the worst for...

...thoughts, and, um...

Would it help if I was here, maybe?

SHE RETCHES

SOFT SNORING

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

KNOCK AT DOOR

DOOR OPENS

Emma, thank God! I need you to help me.

Oh.

I didn't ask for that.

Wait.

I've always been an unreliable person.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

THUD

GLASS CLINKS

ADELE HUMS

I got your message.

You all right?

I'm gonna have a baby.

Are you sure?

God.

Christ.

My father will kill me.

If yours doesn't, mine will.

What the hell are you going to do?

Don't you mean, what are we going to do?

Yes.

Sorry. Of course.

And you're sure?

Completely and absolutely sure?

I'm certain.

Huh...

Edwin, I need to know what's going through your head.

There are...

doctors, or so I've heard,

who can take care of these things for a price.

Perhaps we can... we can find one in Leeds or Bradford...

Some quack who can butcher me up, you mean?

No, I just meant...

That's what you want, is it? For it to just disappear?

I don't know what else to say, Emma!

This is a catastrophe. You could say, "Marry me."

You could say, "Let's go now."

A cottage, a future. We already planned it, didn't we?

You stood right here only yesterday, promising me a lifetime.

What does it matter if it starts today?

I...

I chose you.

I had a ticket out of this place, and I chose you!

Uh... Even though my head were telling me to go!

Even though going was my plan!

I got distracted!

I promised me mam I wouldn't.

I do love you, Emma.

But we're too young...

Young? Young?!

Is that the reason you're giving yourself?!

If you're gonna be a coward about it,

at least find the decency to be honest about why, Master Edwin!

I'll have to leave.

Me dad wouldn't be able to stand the shame.

When will you go? None of your business.

Soon.

And I need money.

I've only got £5.

Then I suppose that'll have to do.

And I need a suitcase.

Yes.

I'll... leave one for you with the money inside.

Thank you, sir. You're very kind.

Please, try to understand... Oh, I do!

I understand exactly. Never thought I'd fall for it.

Never will again. Emma...

I won't be returning the suitcase,

since I won't be seeing you, Edwin Fairley. Never.

Never again. Not for as long as I live!

SHE YELLS

BREATHES QUICKLY

SHE SOBS

It's you and me now.

It's you and me.

I know some of the staff at the hall were wondering

if Emma might have been in touch with any news.

It's been six months. No address, no news.

Mrs Harte, does your husband mind you working so hard?

We must get every wedding detail fixed.

I can see she's been busy.

There's a downside, of course, to making certain

one's children never want for anything at all.

I can explain.

Cloth from the Fairley Mill is just bad quality.

Rotten, some might say.

Oh... Oh, God.