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Mrs Hardacre is entirely unqualified.

Her classroom is a hotbed of immorality.

You didn't tell your father about the canning machine investment?

I want it to be a surprise. Liza Hardacre, will you marry me?

The man seems too good to be true.

"My dearest Arthur,

"I have developed feelings towards you of a romantic nature."

This is it. This is our chance.

Now we prepare our attack.

Captain Blackwood has squandered the family fortune.

You're nothing but a liar!

No-one messes with the Hardacres! No-one!

Er... Load those up on the cart for me, please.

Yes, ma'am. Ma'am.

You know I'm not one to complain, but we only have two days

to organise this Harvest Festival, and we're stretched thin as it is.

Mrs Dryden, I promised the vicar I'd help.

And Liza needs a distraction

after that idiot Blackwood broke her heart.

Oh, no, no. This is wrong.

Maybe we'll use those apples for bobbing and then dress it

with some decorations and make it look all...

Liza, I wouldn't worry too much how it all looks.

Let's just focus on the big picture.

We've gotta get the village hall ready for tomorrow.

We've got the stage for the performance,

the tables for the competition.

Did you find any volunteers for the poetry reading?

Erm... I...

What about a judge for the tasting competition?

Not yet! Liza!

Liza, I-I know you're upset.

Oh, Mum, I'm fine!

Right. Right.

Not to worry.

We'll, erm... We'll have our own students read.

Maggie.

Maggie, please?

Please. Look, it'll be good for the school.

It'll be good for you.

Imagine if you were to run a house one day.

A lot more goes into running a house than reading.

All right. I'll do it. Excellent!

And I'll ask the others tonight.

Oh, and Mr Beesley, would you mind being the judge

of the tasting competition?

A conflict of interest, I'm afraid, ma'am.

My elderflower cordial's won four years in a row,

and I'm going for five.

Right. Well, Mrs Dryden, then?

Well, aren't you stretched too thin?

SHE SCOFFS

Well, in the community spirit,

I would be happy to assist with the judging.

Well, there we go. We'll pull the whole thing off without a hitch.

Cheers. Oh.

Oh...

Ooh! Oh!

It's tart.

I know, yes, but people do like a stiff drink.

It's rhubarb cordial, Georgie. It's not gin.

Yes, you're right.

I thought maybe I could enter it

into the Harvest Festival competition.

There I go again. Another ridiculous idea.

That's enough of that.

It... It's almost there.

It just... just needs a bit more... sugar.

You think it's in with a chance?

You'll knock their socks off.

I agree.

Nothing ventured, eh? Hm!

HE CHUCKLES Yes.

Now, to find some sugar.

Ah! I was hoping to see you before you left.

I fear I am facing a bit of a social calamity.

Right? Erm...

You've heard of the Devon sisters, I presume?

Obscenely wealthy, renowned card players.

Not a clue. Are they from round here?

Oh, no. They're passing through Yorkshire

and demanding a bridge game, no less.

I thought of asking Emma, but poor mesh.

You'll have to repeat that, love.

Poor mesh.

It's a term one uses when bridge partners can't communicate.

Oh! Well, I haven't suffered from that myself.

I have come so close to beating those women multiple times.

And with the right partner, I know I could win.

Now, you and I, there's a pair.

Well, how did they beat you before?

Oh, they upped the bids at the last minute,

pricing everyone out.

Oh, crafty buggers!

They couldn't pull that with you.

Well, there's nothing I love more than parting rich folk

from their money, but a game like that, hm...

This is my reputation.

I wouldn't ask if I didn't think we could win.

All right.

I'll have to look into this mesh thing, but go on, then.

Consider us a team.

Oh! Bravo! THEY CHUCKLE

FAINT CHATTING

Right. What's all this secrecy for?

I've got a surprise for you.

It's, er...

A canning machine? Yeah.

We've had problems moving some of the stock,

and this is guaranteed to prolong its life.

Right. Where is it?

It's not here yet.

It was to be delivered at ten, no? They're late.

But it'll be here any minute, so...

Well, let's hope so.

Darling, we missed you at lunch.

What's the matter?

What was that?

I took something I shouldn't have.

It was a letter from one of the Hardacres.

Harry.

Did you read it?

No, I promise I didn't.

Well, this can easily be fixed.

Letters go missing.

And the sender simply writes it again if they need.

Should I not try to return it?

Perhaps.

But can you imagine if you're caught?

Can you explain your actions?

No. The best thing for you and the Hardacres is to destroy it.

There.

Our little secret.

EXHALES DEEPLY

Have I lost you, Harry?

You seem distracted today. I'd like my letter back.

What letter?

My letter.

Didn't you get it?

No. What was in it?

You-You didn't? Really?

Oh, it was a new reading list I'd been working on.

I got excited, and I put it under your bedroom door.

I thought maybe you didn't like the-the books I'd suggested.

You should have said something sooner.

Well, do up the list again, and I'll order them as a priority.

I'm sure I'll love this selection.

Maybe one of the servants took it by mistake whilst they were cleaning.

OK, look here. It was definitely scheduled to be delivered today.

Right, you tell them that we want a discount for every day

that it's late and we're not giving them a penny until then.

We've already paid.

What?

It was half up front and half when it's delivered.

Look, Dad, we double checked everything.

You don't have to worry. OK, their office is in Leeds.

I'll go there, iron this whole thing out.

Thank you, Callum.

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

And remember, the Harvest Festival's here in two days,

so if anyone can do a reading at all, talk to me after the lesson.

I'm worried I'd mess up the words.

Oh, you've nothing to worry about, Maggie.

Yeah, you're more than capable. It's just nerves, love.

I'll mark up the poem just like we've been practising.

I'll have it sent over to Hardacre Hall tomorrow.

And you'll be coming to the Festival too, won't you, Lady Emma?

I suppose I can.

Good.

I'll stand right there in your eyeline, Maggie.

Er... we're in the middle of a lesson here, Mr...

Mr Bartholomew Balfour from the National Vigilance Association.

I'm sorry, the what? You heard me.

I've received complaints about this school,

and I must iron out a few details before I leave for York.

Complaints? Yes.

About your teaching methods. From who?

That, madam, is confidential.

Listen, if you've got a problem that you'd like to discuss,

we can schedule a time.

No, thank you. I'll address this matter directly with your husband.

I set up this school. You'll address me!

Do you know, I had thought

the fears about you might be trumped-up allegations.

Clearly, I was mistaken.

Tell Mr Hardacre to expect my visit.

You need to be careful, Mary.

Bartholomew Balfour's a powerful man.

DOOR SLAMS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh! Yes.

They're not great.

They're brilliant, Liza.

All right, let's get them down to the village hall and help set up.

But I thought this was meant to be fun.

Well, it is fun. We just need to put in the work first.

LIZA SIGHS

Look, I know you're heartbroken.

I'm not bloody heartbroken!

I'm glad I'm not with that liar.

Just because Edward lied, it doesn't make what you felt any different.

What would you know, Mum?

I don't care about Edward.

And I don't care about this stupid Harvest Festival.

SIGHS

The Vigilance Association paid a visit to the school yesterday.

I am glad Bartholomew finally went to investigate.

Indeed.

At least you won't have to teach those dreadful classes any more.

Once Bartholomew sees what Mrs Hardacre's really like,

he will shut her down.

I don't want the Fitzherbert name associated.

When the school becomes a scandal, you must remove yourself.

But these pupils haven't done anything wrong.

I hope you're not blaming me for this outcome.

All I did was pass on the information that you provided.

Oh, Emma, you're not starting to enjoy her company?

Of course not. Good.

I have my own plan in motion.

By tomorrow, the Hardacres will be finished.

All you have to do is stay away from them.

Do I make myself clear?

Crystal, Mama.

You know, Emma said it was some sort of morality police,

this association, but I wanna know who made that complaint.

Maybe it was Franny's husband. Well, I'll get to the bottom of it.

It sounds as if he's just doing his job.

Oh, is that what we call it?

Insulting him's not gonna get rid of him.

Right. So what do you propose we do, then?

We do nothing. He's coming to see me.

Er, it's my school,

and I have no problem telling him where to stick it.

You're fired up. He means business.

You're never gonna reach an agreement like that.

Who says I have to agree wi' him? KNOCKING ON DOOR

Sir, Mr Balfour has arrived.

Urgh! Thank you, Beesley.

You need him to be on your side for this to go away,

so flatter him if you have to.

Let him think that he's won the battle.

That way, you can win the war.

SIGHS

Can I pour you a glass?

Drunkenness blinds good men to the immorality they're steeped in.

What can I do for you, Mr Balfour?

Concerns have been raised about your wife's classes.

They're just getting help with their reading.

I don't see a problem with that.

Well, I've been called in to make an assessment of this school,

and my duties include weeding out immorality and vice.

But I now have other concerns.

Your wife, sir, simply lacks the temperament fitting for a teacher.

Education and religion are the cornerstones of our society.

If your wife makes a mockery of that,

it won't end well for either of you.

Mary takes this very seriously.

Oh, come now, Mr Hardacre. You're more intelligent than that.

You're a businessman.

Your shops are reliant on customers, are they not?

Well, as rumours travel,

this school will not only reflect poorly on your wife,

it will impact your business.

Is that a threat? No, sir.

This is an ultimatum.

Your wife is not an educator, Mr Hardacre.

Tell her to step back from teaching,

or I will be left with no choice but to shut down this school.

'Ma'am.' 'Hm?'

Your presence is needed urgently at the village hall.

There has to be a compromise. Er, Mr Balfour!

Mr Balfour, I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday,

and I would very much like to invite you

to the Harvest Festival tomorrow.

Now, I understand you have some concerns...

The Harvest Festival is for the workers, not the upper classes.

Yes, but it's a... it's a celebration for the village.

And there's gonna be food,

and the students are gonna read poetry,

and you'll see the benefit of the school.

Look, a month ago, they could hardly read letters.

And now they're reading in front of a whole hall full of people.

Well, I've seen all I need to see.

I've given your husband my recommendation.

Look, please, Mr Balfour.

I were rude to you yesterday, and I apologise for that.

But if you come tomorrow, you'll see what I'm trying to achieve.

The school needs all the support it can get.

And I wanna show you the progress I've made,

and I wanna show you that people's concerns are nonsense.

Very well.

I would like to put this matter to bed as swiftly as possible.

If you can demonstrate that your teaching methods are effective,

I will happily leave you be.

Well, thank you sir.

Thank you. BALFOUR CLEARS HIS THROAT

Oh, my God!

Mary... Ma'am.

There won't be a Harvest Festival at all if decisions aren't made now.

Right. What's the problem? Come with me, please, ma'am.

Well?

Their offices are empty.

Did you get a forwarding address? I'm trying to find one.

Callum, there has to be an explanation.

What about those Americans you were speaking to?

I'm making inquiries, but...

...I fear we may also need to notify the police.

Why the hell would we do that?

To declare the money stolen.

Joe, I believe these were complete con men.

No. Can we, er...? Can we hide the beer in the corner, please, love?

This is a big game, though.

In bridge, understanding someone's decision is imperative.

Poor mesh can make or break a game. Right.

It's an honour to be invited.

It speaks to your talents and the talents of your teacher.

Oh, OK. I need to find out whether we've got good mesh before I agree.

Then practise with Lady Hansen.

Can you spot your partner's plays?

What is she telling you about her hand?

What are her bids revealing to you?

You mean try and figure out what her cards are?

You must be careful. She can't visually hint to a specific card.

That's cheating. But she can hint to a strong or weak hand.

Oh, you mean like tells in poker?

No. Bridge is a respectable game.

Oh, cards are cards, Mrs D,

no matter what fancy name you give them.

Well... Right, I need to practise.

What...?

I give up.

Look, I can explain to your father

what a sophisticated operation this is.

He... He won't care, Cal.

Not when he finds out I ain't even seen the canning machine.

Joe, this could have happened to anyone.

No, it was my mistake.

I need to tell him myself.

SNIFFLES

DOOR OPENS

Oh, sorry, I was...

I was gonna wait here for Joe. I'll go somewhere else.

No, it's fine. I'll go.

Are you all right, Liza? SHE SIGHS

I wish everyone would stop asking me that.

You should have just left well enough alone.

You deserve to be with someone who...

Everyone's a bloody expert on what I deserve!

Callum, you could have just come to me

instead of involving my whole family.

I didn't think it would be appropriate from me.

So, why did you get involved at all, then?

I'm sorry!

Tell Joe I'll speak to him later.

Good day, Miss Liza.

DOOR CLOSES

SIGHS GENTLY

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

It were me who asked Callum to look into that slimy Blackwood.

SIGHS

If you want to be angry with anyone, be angry with me.

I'm angry with meself for being a bloody fool.

Blackwood is a fool.

Don't you ever forget that.

There's better things to do with your life than marriage and men.

Eh?

Have you heard from Lady Fitzherbert?

No. Why?

She told me she'd mark up my poem, but it never arrived.

Perhaps she got busy, love.

Will she be here tomorrow?

I don't know.

I'm sure Lady Emma won't let us down.

I'll help you practise. Hang on a minute there.

Those need to go by the door. All right, ma'am.

It's OK, ma'am. I can practise by myself.

Is that your poem?

All right, come on. Then we'll practise now.

Come on. Thank you, Mrs Hardacre.

"Come, ye thankful people, come."

How could you let this happen?

It were a sophisticated scheme.

Callum said so himself.

The shops are just back on their feet.

We still can't move some of our products.

And you spend a chunk of money that we don't have

on a machine that you didn't even see?

The world's moving fast. That's what you said.

All I'm trying to do is make these shops work.

Oh, really? By overstocking them?

We needed variety. By selling rotten fish!

We use those methods for years at Shaw's, and no-one got sick.

And now the canning machine, Joe. Yeah.

I trusted the wrong people, but it was a good idea.

You still can't take responsibility.

I'm trying to, but you won't let me. I've given you every opportunity.

You've breathed down my neck since the day you gave me the bloody job!

If you don't trust me, then why did you ask me to do it?

I only gave you the job because I didn't want you to leave.

I didn't mean that. Joe...

I know what you meant. DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Damn it!

More bridge?

Hm. I'm practising with Imelda later.

Oh. Well, I suppose I should be relieved

that you're not down the pub betting on poker.

EXHALES DEEPLY

We'll make a respectable lady of you yet.

LAUGHS

Hm.

I'm worried about Liza.

She'll be all right.

I just wish she'd stop being so stubborn and let me help her.

Hm! Reminds me of someone.

You know, I'm worried I'm going about it all the wrong way.

What, Liza, or this thing with the school?

Both.

Trust your gut.

Yeah. Well, that's what's got me in trouble so far.

Well, change always causes a bit of trouble.

I know.

'What happened?'

Joe, talk to me.

That canning machine I bought?

It were a con. BABY WHIMPERS

I lost the money.

I'm sorry, love.

One more disappointment to add to me dad's list.

Mistakes happen.

But he put you in charge. Don't forget that.

Yeah, only because he was afraid of me quitting altogether.

Betsy, he doesn't see me running the business.

Did he say that?

I don't know why I bother trying.

HE SIGHS

People say things in the heat of the moment.

He's lucky to have you.

And if he can't see that, maybe it's time for us to make a change.

Queen of clubs.

Another trick.

Well, of course we're going to win, playing like this.

No, no, it's not just about winning.

We're learning about each other.

I've seen several of your tells.

Oh, give over. I've given nowt away.

You shift to the left of your seat

when you make a bid you're not sure we can win.

The chair's lumpy.

And you scratch your eyebrow when you've been dealt a bad hand.

You need to get your eyes checked.

It's not an insult.

We're playing well together because of it.

OK. When you have a good hand,

you put your little finger on the edge of the card.

And whenever you have diamonds, you touch your brooch.

You see? It's working!

Good mesh!

Diamonds. Yes.

But how can we be sure when we're playing with an open hand?

Then let's play properly.

Brand, fetch Lord and Lady Fitzherbert, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Isn't it strange how so many people have a problem with the school?

It just feels like from day one, it's been problem after problem.

You know, teachers don't like it, husbands don't like it.

Let's just hope Balfour is impressed,

or you might have to step back.

You're not serious?

Mary, that association could ruin our family name,

never mind severely damage the business.

Don't be ridiculous. Don't be naive!

We need to think about family security.

You're jeopardising our reputation.

Joe's throwing away money we don't have.

Is this about family, Sam?

Cos it sounds a lot like business to me.

The business is part of our family.

I'm not saying the shops aren't important,

but so is the school, and so are our children.

Balfour has it in for you.

We could lose everything if you don't stop.

I set out to do something, and I'm gonna see it through.

We can't win every battle, Mary.

Well, we can try.

Eleven tricks, and that's the game.

Ooh! Oh, dear.

I think we've had quite enough for one night.

George. Oh! Oh, yes, yes.

Oh, I bid you good night.

Night. Good night.

Ah! CHUCKLES

There. Are you convinced? Oh, we are bloody decent, all right.

I can't wait to see the look on their faces when we win. Yeah.

Hit 'em where it hurts - their pride and their purses.

Ooh.

Speaking of purses, what will you bring as collateral?

Collateral?

Well, it's routine in games of this calibre.

Well, what kind of collateral?

Well, I'll bring rubies, but in the absence of precious gems,

the deeds to a house like Hardacre Hall would suffice.

You know, the usual.

OK. The usual, right.

Well, I'd be happy to provide collateral for us both

if you can't afford it.

The Hardacres are bloody good for it.

I will be here tomorrow with the collateral.

Oh, excellent!

Cheers.

Hm.

Darling, are you ready? We don't want to be late.

Are you ready for the Harvest Festival?

I have a dreadful migraine. I just don't think I can manage it.

Mary will have to organise the students on her own.

Of course.

Better you're not there to see me lose.

HE CHUCKLES

I'm sure you'll do wonderfully, George.

Yes. Er...

Please offer my deepest apologies to Mrs Hardacre.

Of course.

Best you feel better, dear. Hm.

Oh, hello! Are you all right?

Hello, ladies. Good to see you. Hello.

I'm so glad you're here. Don't forget to buy some pickles.

All right.

Oh, and your bread is always the best.

Thank you. Not forgetting yours.

Ah, thank you, Mrs Hardacre. It looks amazing!

Mr Beesley. Ma'am.

Can't wait to try. Mrs Hardacre, hi.

George. Please feel free to imbibe.

I will. I've heard great things about your rhubarb.

At your leisure, madam.

Mrs Henderson, you never let us down.

Thank you, ma'am. Are we all in good order?

Getting there, ma'am. Good. Good, good.

Ooh, stew.

This smells wonderful.

Here, I'll have a go.

There we go. Ah!

Welcome to the Hardacre Harvest Festival.

Now, I've got something to show you. Come on.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

No, I shouldn't have pushed you when you were upset.

I'm not upset. All right!

Look. Lemon drops!

Yeah. You see, no good harvest festival goes without 'em.

Listen, the right person's out there, love,

someone that you can trust.

What if there isn't, though?

What do you mean? Joe's working.

Harry's got university. What do I do if I don't get married?

With Edward, I could see something in my future at least.

It just don't seem fair.

I know.

I know, and I'm sorry, love.

I'm sorry.

'I'm so frustrated.'

I've got lots of dreams, Betsy.

You know that.

But I can't do 'em with him breathing down my neck.

You've fixated on winning his approval.

I've got dreams, too, Joe.

And do you know what they all start with? Our family.

You, me, little Samuel.

I keep imagining what it would feel like

if we felt free to build the life we wanted.

I know. I imagine it, too, Betsy.

But you know what it'd mean.

Mr Balfour. Thank you for coming.

Mr Hardacre. Pleasure.

Mrs Hardacre.

So, this vigilance society... SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

National Vigilance Association. Right.

Of course, the National Vigilance Association.

What's it do exactly?

Well, it's a self-appointed society.

More of a vocation, really.

We uphold moral standards for the collective good.

Oh, that's, erm... that's very thoughtful.

So, you appoint yourselves, and then you decide what is and isn't moral.

Yes. And that includes schools.

It includes anything that may expose citizens to illicit materials

or radical thoughts.

Oh, I can assure you, Mr Balfour,

we have nothing like that in our school. Hm.

Usually, we work with the Board of Education,

which has appointed teachers and trained professionals.

What you've set up is different.

It was hardly the first of its kind. Indeed.

Indeed. I just want to help in whatever way I can.

And this class is doing some real good, Mr Balfour.

A lovely sentiment, Mrs Hardacre. Thank you.

But let me be the judge of that.

Lady Agatha and Lady Caroline.

You're most welcome.

Shall we get the business out of the way?

Collateral.

My rare rubies from Burma.

A promissory note to my house in Cornwall.

And mine in Windsor.

And mine in Yorkshire.

Well.

Let's begin.

Third prize.

Well done.

Second prize.

Ah!

No hard feelings, Lord Fitzherbert.

And first prize.

This exquisite...

rhubarb cordial.

George! Bravo!

I do love a sharp drink in autumn.

CHUCKLES

Congratulations. Thank you so much.

Well done, George. Thank you.

Best of three. Are we agreed?

Absolutely.

It'll only take two games to wipe the floor with 'em.

Confident?

They're always confident to begin.

Bidding. One heart.

No bid.

Two hearts. No bid.

Four hearts.

No bid.

May I lead? You may.

Erm... hello, everybody. Hello. Could I just get your attention?

Thank you. Hm.

I hope you're enjoying the harvest festivities.

Now, I'd like to invite some of our students up

to recite some harvest poetry,

so if you'd like to just join me in welcoming them.

Please welcome Maggie to the stage.

I think you'll enjoy these.

STUTTERS, SIGHS

CLEARS THROAT

I'm sorry. I can't do it.

That's our first win.

Eleven tricks.

Told you. You two are in trouble.

Ready for round two? Too right.

Betsy! Betsy, get up there!

Go on.

Oh, dear.

Come, ye thankful people, come.

MAGGIE MUTTERS

Come, ye thankful people, come

Raise the song of harvest home

All is safely gathered in

Ere the winter storms begin

God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied

Come to God's own temple, come

Raise the song of harvest home

All the world is God's own field

Fruit is praise, to God we yield

Wheat and tares together sown

Are to joy or sorrow grown

First the blade and then the ear

Then the full corn shall appear.

Well done.

Ten tricks. Our game.

Still confident?

We've still got the last hand.

Winner takes all.

Is Joe here? Oh, what's happened now?

No, no, no. I have good news.

The company we bought the canning machine from were in touch.

So they haven't pulled a fast one? No.

Some of their workers came down with Russian flu

while they were moving offices.

Dreadful. But the machine will arrive next week.

Tell Joe I owe him an apology. But he was still reckless.

Well? A splendid day, Mrs Hardacre.

You've done a wonderful job. Thank you, sir.

I'm not sure why anyone was so concerned.

Your students can barely get through a poem.

Excuse me?

When I first met you, I was somewhat concerned.

A woman with little education herself attempting to teach others.

Now, hold on here a minute.

No, no, Sam. Let Mr Balfour tell us what he thinks.

What I mean is

I can see you're just like all the other women of your ilk.

Bored, money to spare, a whim of an idea.

Why, I doubt this school will make it through winter

before you move on to something else.

That said, I do have a few suggestions I'd like to offer...

This school is not a hobby.

I think he's well aware of that. No, no, no.

Why should we bow down to someone like him?

He ain't got a bloody clue what he's talking about.

How dare you!

No - how dare you judge us!

Now, this school is changing things.

Education is powerful.

It's giving our students a voice,

a voice to stand up to the landlords,

to their employers, hell, even to their own bloody husbands.

Mr Hardacre, are you going to allow your wife to speak to me this way?

Allow!

Yeah, because that's what it's all about, isn't it, Mr Balfour?

Allowing.

You are treading on dangerous territory.

Well, I must be doing summat right, then.

My wife has a point, Mr Balfour.

You saw the students for yourself.

This is about changing things. Surely that's what matters?

I can and will close down this school.

Well, you do as you must.

But if people want an education, they're gonna go looking for it.

If anyone is to educate the people around here,

it will be done the right way.

I will contact the Board of Education

and request an immediate intervention.

This school is finished.

Good day to you.

Let's make this more interesting.

Raise the bets?

You want to play the collateral?

Is that more than you can spare?

LADY IMELDA SCOFFS

This is so typical.

You have a bad hand,

and you're hoping that by pricing us out,

we'll pass and we'll start a new contract.

We could just call it quits.

We each won one game.

Oh. Hang on.

We've already started the third game.

The cards are dealt.

If you're certain you'll win,

then there shouldn't be an issue raising the bet.

The only other option is forfeit.

Let's play.

I return in a blaze of glory!

Compress! Give me the compress, quickly!

Oh, yes!

To the victor, the spoils.

Oh, Papa, you won!

Oh! Well done, George!

We must all have a taste. Oh, yes.

How did the reading go? Oh, the students did splendidly.

Oh! And Maggie?

Wonderfully. Oh, thank goodness.

But, er...

...I overheard word that the school was to be shut down.

I'm sorry, darling.

I know how much you enjoyed teaching there.

Papa, bring the cordial over.

'I'm sorry, Mary.'

Is there anything I can do?

No, you were right. SHE SNIFFLES

There are some battles we can't win.

I was so nervous. Everyone's talking about you.

CHATTER CONTINUES

What am I gonna tell 'em?

You're gonna tell them that you tried everything that you could.

Sometimes, things don't work out the way we want them to.

You know that. Yeah.

Hm?

That's six tricks to us.

We have six, too.

Next trick wins.

My lead.

Our trick. And our game.

What? No... I thought we had it.

I thought you had the jack of diamonds.

Oh, dear.

You've lost Hardacre Hall.

I've come to collect a debt.

You haven't bet the house of cards?

Proof of collateral was required.

I'd love to have my say. Perhaps you should.

Everyone's free to stand for that election. Even a woman?

I'm just exploring new ideas

on how to grow the business. And you like mine?

Yes. Yes, I do. Bloody hell!

Why are you taking away all I worked so hard for?

I don't wanna be a part of your new-fangled vision of the future.

A scandalous letter has come into my possession.

It was written by your younger son.

How did you get hold of it?

We have to do something. We're helpless to stop her.