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I'm Arthur Lewis, and I suspect you must be Master Hardacre.

The sooner you accept that this is my classroom, the quicker you may actually

learn something. Please give it a chance. Don't leave. Look, did Lyra not

deceive you about her true intentions? Is that how a real friend behaves?

What are you doing asking your grandmother about Captain Blackwood? I

to consider our idea.

We don't make a profit. How can we help people? No more, Mrs. Harris.

I'm going to be a teacher.

Are you all right?

I don't, uh...

Chum!

104. The fever's still on the rise. I tried everything to get it down, but it

won't even take water.

Yes, well, that's to be expected at this stage.

Paige, the pleasure what?

I'm sorry to say it, Mrs Hardacre, but I'm fairly sure it's Russian flu.

What? The next few days will be crucial, as the fever reaches its peak.

If he develops pneumonia, he may start to cough up blood.

You have to keep his temperature down. Give him plenty of fluids.

And Mrs. Harvaker, it's highly contagious.

Potentially fatal.

If anybody doesn't need to be here, get them out.

Look sharp.

That's right. Pack your bags and go.

Do I have to go?

Those were the doctor's orders.

Have a heart, Mrs. Dryden. I don't want to stay with my mum.

I know. But this is for your own protection. Now go and pack.

Come along.

Quickly.

What is this?

I knew you'd be busy supervising the evacuation, so I asked Smith to attend

your personal effects.

I shall not desert my post.

The captain goes down with his ship.

Only if it is sinking.

Until then, you must be protected.

Mrs. Hardacre insisted.

Well, I shall speak to her myself.

She won't see you.

She must.

I'm the head of her staff.

Infirmaries need housekeepers, not butlers.

Besides, you have a family.

Your dad is very poorly.

He needs complete rest and quiet.

Oh, no, you've sent all the servants away.

But we can still see him, though, can't we? No, not yet, love.

Dr. Mason says there's a risk it might be catching.

What was the diagnosis exactly?

Um, exhaustion.

Um, a little bit of fever.

What sort of fever?

Well, he hasn't done his full examination yet, but whatever it is, we

it spreading.

So for now, I just want everyone to stay at home.

Just to be on the safe side.

So who's going to look after Dad?

Me? I mean, I can manage. With Mrs Dryden.

Mrs Dryden?

Yes. She has experience.

She nursed Sir William in his final illness.

Well, no wonder he dropped dead.

Ma. Well, who would you rather be stuck in a sick room with? Her or me? I just

want to be there with someone that doesn't argue all the time. I do not

all the time.

Good.

Now, do as you're told.

Carry on as normal.

Your dad, he's going to be right as rain in a day or two.

You'll see.

Your

mum

said to stay away for the moment.

What if my dad's worse than what she's saying?

What if he don't care?

You mustn't think like that.

Whatever happens, we've got each other, haven't we?

The three of us?

No.

I'll go to the shop.

I'll go see you, Callum.

Send him my regards.

Keep busy, Joe.

That's how you can help your dad.

Yeah.

It's time we made a start on the Iliad.

I think you'll enjoy the story.

You don't have to stay, you know.

I made a commitment to your family.

But you don't know the truth.

I cornered Dr.

Mason before he left.

I made him tell me. Russian flu.

So you do know.

Your mother told me to leave.

I insisted on staying.

But if she had just told us... She would have had to worry about all of you.

As it is.

She can concentrate on looking after your father.

As Homer says, Callum cacum.

Terrible beauty.

Are you still doing lessons?

Today? You heard Mum.

We're to carry on as normal.

I'm bored, Harry.

Have you read the Sherlock Holmes stories?

You should. They're top -hole stuff.

I don't only read Greek and Latin, you know.

Try...

Sign of four.

It's full of intrigue, international gangs and mysterious messages.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Let it be enough.

It's going to help you with your breathing.

You're OK.

Here, give him this.

What are you doing? I told you not to be in here.

I know, but I wanted to bring him some proper medicine.

Dandelion, yarrow, burgess, rue.

Everything you need to bring down a fever. Your old wise remedies won't help

with this.

No?

Well, you better tell me what it is, then.

Lying to the young is one thing, but not to me.

I'm not leaving here until you tell me the truth.

It's Russian flu.

All right.

Well, you're going to need my help. No, we don't.

Dr. Mason's given us all the treatments that we need. We've got quinine,

carbolic, smoke balls. Well, that's a waste of money.

Just give him some of this, please. Just stay away.

Please.

I can't lose you, too.

Bye.

Mrs. Dryden?

Is anybody home?

What are you doing here?

I came to see Liza.

Well, you can't. We're in quarantine.

Quarantine?

Why? Never you mind.

Be on your way.

No, I won't leave.

Not until you give me an explanation.

All right, Lady Muck.

If you must know.

It's Russian flu.

Do you understand?

Now, get...

Morning,

Colin. Oh, how's Sam?

And Miss Liza. And just everyone.

You know as much as I do.

But I'm here. I'm making sure that everything's in order. Well, you'll find

the accounts up to date.

Oh, and these are for your father's attention.

One is better, of course.

They're mostly advertising circulars, but there are some matters of concern.

This man says we're selling Mouldy, haven't we? Yes.

We've had several letters on that subject.

I'm looking into it.

No, no need. I'll take care of this.

Oh.

Very good.

Mr. Hardacre has the Russian flu.

They're in quarantine.

I hope that's very infectious.

It can spread very fast in certain classes.

Happily, it rarely troubles our sort of people.

Well, it has now.

Liza is my friend, and if there's anything I can do to help her, I will. I

completely, my dear.

We must send a hamper to poor Mr. Hardacre. Some good beef tea and

some whiskey to keep his strength up.

Yes, Grandma.

Russian flu.

Dreadful business.

But an opportunity for us. Mama, this is hardly the time. Mr. Hardacre may be

dying. Oh, he'll pull through.

Irish peasants are a dirty breed.

But with the Hardacres in quarantine, his wife won't be able to teach her

little school.

Yes. What of it? Well, as educated ladies, it is our duty

to enlighten the ignorant.

Is it?

Some fresh linen, ma 'am. Oh, thank you.

And this arrived for you. What is it? A letter from Elizabeth Herbert.

What does she want?

Open it, Mrs Dryden. I haven't got time for this long.

She offers to help with your evening classes.

Will you accept?

Lady Emma, do you need dock workers?

No. No, I don't think so. But Betsy might appreciate the help.

Look, I've got to get back to Sam. Just...

Tell Betsy to do whatever she thinks is best.

Very good, love.

Sam? Sam?

Sam?

Sam, what's happened?

He's gone.

Oh, God, no. Sorry, not like that. He's gone missing.

Where can he be? I don't know. Help me find him.

Sam?

You are.

What are you doing?

I told you I kept telling them the bloody Korean's blocking.

What?

My aunt's fine.

Tell her I'll be back at work tomorrow.

She's gone, love. It's me. It's Mary.

Don't tell Mary about the money.

What money?

Oh, Sam, please.

Please. You need to rest, my love. You need to go to bed.

Ma.

Sam.

Sam, come on. We're going to be late.

Late for your shift?

Come on.

You know what show's like. Let's go.

That's it.

Come on, hurry up.

Come on, this way.

Mum, what's happening?

Um, your dad's just confused.

He's worn out with the fever.

I see you're taking your responsibilities seriously.

My first class is this evening.

Nothing too advanced.

Too much education is bad for the lower classes.

They grow fretful and insolent.

Then why did you insist that I keep them?

My dear, I am sending you into the bosom of the enemy, not as a missionary,

but as a spy.

Make it sound so ugly.

You must befriend these navvies and gutties and make them trust you.

And then find me with a candle that will destroy the heartache.

What if there isn't one? Oh, don't be absurd.

Every family has its secrets.

And especially a family like that.

Harry!

Did you see Dad?

They found him in the study. He was so confused. He thought he were back at

dark.

What's wrong with him, Harry?

Mum told you.

It's just a fever.

But you know more, don't you?

No.

harry i'll tell you exactly what's going on i'm trying to study and get into

oxford and you're keeping me from my work all right

you'll learn your greek go to oxford since that's what really

matters

Mr. Selby.

From Cartwright's Cannon.

Mr. Heidecker.

Thank you for meeting me at such short notice.

Caught me just in time.

Back over to the States tomorrow.

You sound like you're from round here.

Yorkshire born and bred.

There's more opportunities in the new world.

Over there, we don't just do things the way they've always been done.

We find ways to do them better.

Not that I need to tell you about that, eh?

Look at everything you've accomplished.

Heidecker Herring.

I reckon so.

Ah, well, it was me dad and Ursula.

But I have been in the business since the beginning, so... I see.

And, uh, is Mr. Heidegger Sr.

available today?

No.

But I am, so you can deal with me.

No disrespect, but we only have the one machine in England at the present time,

and a number of appointments with prospective buyers, you understand.

Hmm.

Cancel them.

I'll take it.

I'm being very serious, Mr. Selby.

I'll put 50 % down right now. Cash.

Mum, can I come in?

No.

No, you can't, Liza.

Please, Mum.

I need to see Dad.

Please. No, I can't. I don't know how this thing spreads when I'm done.

I think it travels good, yeah. What thing?

Why won't you tell me what's wrong?

I just... I just know that I'm not going to be nursing the toy here.

So just go downstairs.

Go on, do as you're told.

Liza, go.

All right, I'm going.

Mrs Hardacre?

Yes? If I may.

It is my duty to speak, not as your housekeeper, but as a woman.

Well, go on, then.

Let's hear it.

Sometimes, in our darkest hours,

we are forced to make decisions that cannot be undone,

even if our choices haunt us forever.

I know what you're saying, Mrs. Dryden.

But there'll be no regrets here.

Sam will see his children when he recovers.

Very good, Mrs. Harding.

Now go and get some rest.

I can manage here.

Dear Miss Hardiker, I was most sincerely sorry to hear of Mr. Hardiker's

indisposition and beg to know if I can be of any assistance.

Yours in sympathy, Captain Edward Blackwood.

Dear Captain Blackwood, we are trying to meet the challenge bravely and pray

that my father will be out of the woods soon.

The doctor will see him tomorrow at noon.

Using gratitude lies a heartache.

Come on, everyone.

Let's welcome Lady Fitzherbert.

Thank you, Betty.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Is she quite all right?

What's wrong with her?

That's not the Russian flu, if that's what you're fearing. Then what is it?

No, but hunger is my guess.

Hunger? She eats six young 'uns, goes without to keep them fed.

Oh, I see.

Well, nobody can be expected to learn on an empty stomach.

You there, you work for Mrs Hardacre, don't you?

Yes, Your Ladyship.

And Maggie?

Well then, Maggie, go and get this lady something to eat.

And what about the rest of us then, eh?

Is anybody else about to swoon with starvation?

Nobody?

Good.

Then I suggest we begin.

Let's start with a bit of a read.

You're all right. You're all right.

Mr. Dryden!

Mr. Dryden!

It's burning up.

And look.

We must lower his temperature.

Oh, the ice has melted. Keep him upright.

I'll fetch some more.

Oh, Sam.

Sam. Colin.

I know you.

I know you can beat this.

Thought all you chaps were housebound.

Well, fresh air never did no harm.

And I needed to get out and clear my head.

Walk with me.

Lead on.

So, how is Sam?

Fighting this thing with all he's got. The mayor won't let me anywhere near

Anyway, Rhubarb's looking well. Oh, it's positively thriving.

For once in my life, I've finally done something right.

You put yourself down too much.

Remember, you were the one that saved Adela from marrying that horse -faced

inbred.

Emma reminds me every day how I've ruined all our lives.

Again. Again? How do you mean, again?

Well, let's be honest.

I've let her down far too often.

How?

My investments failed.

I couldn't manage a dowry for Adela until Imelda, of course, kindly offered.

That was good of her.

No, it should have been me.

I'm the man.

I'm supposed to be the provider.

There's more to providing than money.

Not to Emma.

Are you sure about that?

You know, sometimes all a person needs is a sympathetic ear and a little bit of

attention. Even if they think they don't want it.

Speaking of which, I have to get back.

In Blackwood?

With Hardacre.

You understood my message?

Of course. What's going on? Do you need help?

No, no.

It's just... Well, it's my dad.

I think... I think he might be... He might be dying.

Surely not. Your father's a young man. He's strong.

I know.

But nobody will tell me anything.

They just keep lying, and I don't know where to go, who I could...

I've just been feeling... Feeling really... Lonely.

Well, I'm here now.

Perhaps I could provide a distraction.

For a while, at least.

Ma, I told you, you can't be here. I don't want to hear it. He needs rest,

so do you.

Bed, now. I can't sleep. If he needs anything... I'll be here.

And goods.

If the answer to all our problems, no mould, no complaints, no waste. I don't

disagree, but we can buy tins of food in bulk. We don't need to manufacture our

own. No, no, but this way we cut out the middleman.

More savings for our customers and more profit for us. That's a good idea, but

we can't rush into it. This is an unknown company.

Well, I've already paid half down.

Cash.

Callum, I had to. I would have lost the deal. Joe, this is... It's reckless.

That's the problem with this country.

Doing things the way they've always been done. But I'm different.

I'm like my dad. I've got vision.

If you think this would impress your father... I'm not doing it for him. I'm

doing it for my son.

I'm building a future.

The world's moving fast, Callum. We either move with it or we get left

You know we're overstretched.

And the shops are far from paying their way.

So let's hope your vision is accurate.

Do the men and women always sit so closely together?

Why should they not?

We can move them if you... Oh, no.

I want to do everything just as Mrs. Hardacre does.

Maggie!

Read that note aloud.

Well, what's wrong with you, girl? Has the cat caught your tongue?

If he could write it, you can read it.

Read it aloud!

I can't.

I'm just stupid, that's all.

Like Mam says.

And she's right.

She's considered class.

Maggie, don't you dare leave this room.

The rest of you can take a well -earned rest while I talk to Maggie.

Come on, everyone. You are there. Let's go.

Why didn't you read it aloud?

I couldn't.

You couldn't or you wouldn't?

You don't understand.

I try.

And I try.

But I can't keep hold of them.

I'm just stupid, that's all.

Well, you're not stupid.

You just need instruction.

I believe that you try.

And I want to help you.

On one condition.

You must never, ever listen to your mother again.

The finest

ones really are at the top.

Nice thing.

What happened, Mr. Dunham? He doesn't have any.

Oh, bravo! Good shot!

I'm glad it were only an apple.

Me too.

I'll let you in on a secret.

I never enjoy shooting anything living.

But you're a soldier.

Not by choice.

It's traditional for the second son.

But I was the second son.

I didn't know.

I was in the Sudan when I heard the news.

My brother, gone.

Couldn't even attend the funeral.

Keep a deep upper lip and keep fighting.

I was suddenly the heir, the future baron. I was rich.

I had everything in the world to live for, apart from the person I care for

most.

Captain Blackwood.

Edward, please.

Edward.

I know just how you feel.

I promise I do.

I wish there was something I could do to make it all better.

There's only one thing in the world I really want, Miss Hardick.

Life.

Life.

I should like to spend the rest of my life with you.

I shouldn't speak of such things as improper comfort.

Yes, it happened.

What is it?

Have they turned you away again?

No, I didn't even make it to the house. What happened? Is something wrong?

Come on.

Tell Grandmama.

I saw Liza and Edward Blackwood in the woods together.

Alone?

But don't tell anyone.

No, no. Of course not.

But they should get out.

Liza is ruined.

Unless, of course, they are engaged.

She can't be. She would have told me.

Oh, yes, of course.

After all, you are her dearest friend.

Your love letter to Maggie.

Not a bad effort.

But you'll need to improve your spelling if you really wish to impress the young

ladies.

Why, then?

Now, this way, you can concentrate on one word at a time.

Sound it out.

Good. Keep going.

There was.

Good girl.

My son, why are you crying?

Why has sorrow overtaken you?

Very good.

So Achilles, great warrior, is overcome with grief for his friend Patroclus.

Do you think that makes him any less heroic?

No.

It makes him more real. And that is why this story has been retold for

centuries.

It reminds us of the human experiences we all share.

I know what you're trying to do.

Of course you do.

You've got a very sensitive heart.

And it's all right to be scared.

I won't even think about it.

Dad died.

You have a loving family.

You look after each other.

That's what's important right now.

Must have been the arrow.

You look better now you've had a rest.

I've never seen him like that.

So weak.

He's worn himself out with that bloody shop business.

Always taking on too much.

Don't pretend you're any different.

Who got us out of the docks and into this house, eh?

Don't try to stop him changing the world.

He can't help himself any more than you can.

And your mother.

Where have you been?

Just walking.

On your own?

I had nobody else to go with, did I?

I know.

Either.

Could we please talk?

What about?

Dad.

What's happened to him?

Nothing.

I just thought you could know.

It's Russian flu.

I made Dr. Mason tell me. I should have told you, but... It's all right.

You were just trying to protect me.

Actually, I think I was trying to protect myself.

I didn't want it to be real.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

I'm scared.

All right. He's sitting up and eating.

The doctor says he's going to be all right.

He's going to make a full recovery.

Ah, the great teacher returns.

I trust you've imparted bucketloads of wisdom.

Don't be silly, George.

I'm not.

I think it's wonderful you found yourself a new vocation.

And so have I.

What's this?

Rhubarb. I grow it myself.

And this is for you, my dear.

To congratulate you on your new endeavour.

Flowers are more traditional, George.

Well, never mind. Back to the plot.

Farmer's work is never done.

Ah, a melder!

What on earth is that?

Rhubarb, Mother.

A vulgar.

Now, what did you glean?

Well, there was considerable fraternizing between the sexes.

Which must surely lead to impure thoughts.

And most dreadful letter writing.

Excellent.

Bartholomew Balfour will be most impressed.

I shall write to him immediately at the National Vigilance Association so he can

take action.

You've done well, my dear.

I thought it was the end.

When you were bad with the fever, you said something.

What?

Don't tell Mary about the money.

Ah. What did you mean by that?

The shops.

The tickets weren't what we'd hoped for.

Well, they'll pay the way in the end. Yes, but Mary... Joe's in charge and

struggling.

I had to sell other investments to keep them afloat.

Wait.

You sold them without consulting me? I didn't want to worry you.

Look how that's turned out.

I'm sorry.

You can see that.

We'll talk about it when you're better.

Joe, Callum's here.

You heard about that?

I'm on my way to see him, but I wanted to speak to you first.

Is this about the kind of machine?

Yes.

So, I've heard from my contacts in the States and got reports on other firms

use Cartwright's machines.

Right.

They've all increased their profits.

Cartwright's are reliable and efficient.

And you secured the deal at a bargain price.

So I... So, well done, Joe.

You really are your father's son.

Thank you.

You sure you feel strong enough?

Oh, I am fighting fit, me.

But, um... Before they all come in... We should talk about

Joe. Why?

He's not ready, Mary.

I mean, he has big ideas, but he doesn't know what he doesn't know.

And...

He's impetuous.

Ah, they're just young men for you. Yeah, but he's not just any young man.

my son.

The only reason he's in that job.

Well, you did right.

You gave him a chance, and one day he'll do the same for young Samuel.

Yeah, but there's a lot riding on this.

I might need to reign him in, Mary.

I need to make sure that he doesn't fail.

All right.

I trust you.

But listen.

No more secrets, you hear?

No.

No more cigarettes.

Ever.

You're obviously feeling better.

So come on, what have I missed?

I have my own plan in motion. All you have to do is stay out of the way.

Is it pretty in the ballroom?

Why the heartache? Will you marry me?

No! Don't walk away from me! Why don't you trust me? Because I've trusted

everything you've ever told me. And it's never enough.

Just how she is.

all I've ever known. We have to do something. We're helpless. We're

Just choosing to be. No one messes with a heartache!

No one!