All language subtitles for The.Hardacres.S01E02en

Here he comes, the finest
Irishman in Yorkshire.

- Albie!
Man: Man down!

When can I go back
to work, Doctor?

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?

Callum: You've obviously
quite a knack for business.

Mum: 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.

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Mm.

I had a lovely dream.

I dreamt that I lived
in the most beautiful house

I'd ever seen.

Mm.

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.

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I've come to light
the fire, Sir.

Aye, crack on, love.

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Shh.

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Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty!

What are you doing?!
Get out!

Did you get scared
sleeping all on your own?

The 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!

Liza: Oh, come on, Harry!

I want to have a look around!

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

I'm not used to
a house this big.

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Oh, my...

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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?

Dryden: 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.

Pfff...

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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 ya, 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, um, anyone seen Ma?

I'll have some more
tea and toast

and another
one of them kippers.

Mm.

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Mrs. Dryden would like
to discuss the running

of the house after breakfast.
Does anyone want to come?

Oh, sorry love, I need to
go to the fish auction,

- check in on the shops.
- You're one of the

richest men in the county.
Why have dogs

- and bark yourself?
- Mary: We don't have to be

up at the crack of dawn
to hump fish anymore, love.

Ah, well, no, we don't have to
but I like going to the auction.

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

Hey, the shops can't
manage themselves.

I know. And we can figure out
how that's going to 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.

Mary: 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?

I 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.

Callum: 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...

Uh, 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.

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Sam: Giving people a start.
I like that.

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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.

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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 stocks and shares,

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

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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.

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So, these are the food
supplies for a month?

- Dryden: 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.

- John: You alright, Sam?
- Hey, John.

Sam: 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 'em.

Can't keep away
can you, Hardacre?

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

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

Sam: You don't have to put
up with him, you know?

Easy for you to say.

You don't have to
work for him anymore.

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 anymore.

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Stop worrying about us.
Go and enjoy your new house.

I'll see you around.

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Man: Put your back into it!

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Oh...

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

Life of a lady
at your fingertips

and you want to spend
your time playing cards

with this old woman?

Life of a lady.
What does that even mean?

Well, it means beautiful
dresses, elegant balls...

dashing men.

They'll be dashing alright.
Away from Liza.

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've no idea how hard
it was when I was young.

Oh, you survived.

You've done alright
for yourself.

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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.

George: 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 we have. No.
- Oh, dammit.

It's my wife's dog. And if
I go home without the beast,

it'll be me sleeping
in the kennel.

Oh, you must be the new chap.

Marquess of York,
Lord George Fitzherbert.

I live on 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 has seen your hound.
Wouldn't want to see you

in trouble with
the wife now, would we?

No, we certainly would not.
That would be a terrific help.

Terrific.

- Tinny!
- Tinny!

When did you last see him?

I took him to do his
business in the woods,

and the little bugger
shot off after something.

Liza: Hey, hey.

Lord Fitzherbert,
this is my daughter, Liza.

- Ah...
- And, uh, my mother-in-law.

I go by Ma.

- Enchanté.
- 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
very a fine gun dog,

but she panics at
the sound of the shot.

Women, eh?

- Oh, she's a bitch?
- George: Yeah.

- Were you shooting in the woods?
- George: Yes.

Right, leave it with us.
Come on.

How very kind.

Very.

Come on in.

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Mary.
This is our new neighbour.

Lord George Fitzherbert.
This is my wife, Mary.

- Ah, Lord Fitzherbert.
- Charmed, Mrs. Hardacre.

- Oh.
- And our youngest, Harry.

Hello.
Oh, gosh, what happened to you?

I was 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 anymore.
- Really? Oh, gosh.

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

- Please.
- Oh, thank you.

Uh, 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.

George: Well, the only place
worth a damn in Yorkshire

is Barlow's boarding school.

Ut portet nomen meum
coram gentibus.

- Joe: Say it 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 R's"

made me the man I am today.

Rough housing, rowing,
and ruddy good chaps.

- That sounds lively.
- It sounds brilliant.

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If that hound is in heat,

Tinny will 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.

Hey, grab that hound.
Come here.

Turn around. 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?

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

'Cause 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 going to let you go.

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

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.

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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.
- Mary: 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?
- George: 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 to...
- Showing her around.

Oh, getting to know each other.

Yes. A bit like us.

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

Well, you, um,
you must come for tea...

um, dinner sometime.

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

Yes. Of course.

Um, you should
bring your family.

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

Yes.

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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 is 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 'em defective.

- Give me a mongrel any day.
- If you're gonna be like that

when they're here
you can stay in your room.

Well, maybe we should
all stay in our rooms.

We wouldn't
want to embarrass you

in front of
real life royalty!

Sam: Ah, they're
winding you up.

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

I'm sure we'll find
some common ground.

Liza, you can help
me plan the evening.

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

'Cause 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 --
- Sam: 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.

Harry: Oh, here we are.

Ma, also known

by her aliases "The Shadow"

and "Madame Midnight",
is one of Yorkshire's

most notorious smugglers,

but she is thought
to be descended

from Spring Heeled Jack
and a local banshee.

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

No. There will be no talk
of banshees or smuggling.

We are all going to be
on our best behaviour,

and we are all going to
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.

And I heard the 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.
I mean, the point is,

they've clearly got
pots of the stuff.

And, uh, 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 are 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.

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Will the service be
a la Franaise or a la Russe?

Yes. Both.

Mm, both.

Dryden: And were you
thinking the Wallace Silver

or the Gorham Glass?

Ooh, I like this one.

Careful!

Ma'am?

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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.

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Why don't you just
get rid of her?

Mary: Because she
doesn't think I can do this,

so I'm gonna prove
her wrong instead.

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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 would 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.

Dryden: She wants
to do things her way.

You have 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.

Alright, what's that then?

The running
of the grounds and land.

Though, uh, 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 gentleman.

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.

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Whoa!

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Good afternoon.

Good day to you.

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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.

Ma: Now, we're after
the works, lass.

Everything from
the undercrackers outwards.

- Mary: Ma.
- What?

The money you've got,
we should be farting

through silk for
the rest of our days.

Shall we?

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Oi, watch it!

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Beautiful.

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Mary: Very handsome.

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- Oh, Ma.
- What do you think? Eh?

Will I do?

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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?

Uh...Shaw sacked me.

Oh, love.

Fred: 'Cause I let
a sick man go home.

- Mary: 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 'em
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 want to 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
gentleman by the sounds of it.

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

I am.

But Fred is a good friend,
and I just want to 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!

Shaw: 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
that's landed on the whole coast

if that's what it takes.

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

I don't believe you.

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Try me.

There.
That can go there.

Oh, did you get
Fred his job back?

In a manner
of speaking, uh, yes.

Uh, the thing is...

Good.
You can tell me 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.

This...

It's going to be great.

Beesley:
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.

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

Charmed.

We're all very curious about

our mysterious new neighbours.

Well, there's 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.

- Ma: 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, mm.

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.

George: 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.

Beesley: 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.

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George: 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.
- Joe: 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.

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

I bought Shaw's
Fish Merchants this afternoon.

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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?

Joe: 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.

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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?

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Why don't we have a bit of fun?

George: 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?

Mm. 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...

Adella: Ugh...

Oh!
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.

- Joe: Oi...
- Stop, Harry!

- Joe: Harry!
- Liza: Harry!

What did you say that for?

Adella: Oh, don't
be such a bore.

- Joe: Oh, bloomin' heck.
- Ugh...

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.

Adella: 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.

But 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 with me
to the docks tomorrow boy,

whether you like it or not.

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Oh...Don't!

I'll, uh, check on Harry.

Try not to buy any other
businesses on your way out,

will ya, love?

I hope you're
pleased with yourself.

Well,
good riddance, if you ask me.

I mean, he's alright,
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.

Maggie: I bet Lady Fitzherbert's
face was a picture.

Dryden: It isn't
funny, young lady.

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

Beesley: You played your part.
She needed guidance.

That Hardacre woman
needs to see there is

a right way to do things.

Henderson: 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.

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Sam: 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.

Uh, 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.

♪♪

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Are you happy here?

Of course.

It's everything I ever wanted.

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I have it!
You shall host

a gala afternoon tea,
here at Hardacre Hall.

That Lady Em has taken
you for every penny.

Sam: 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 for now.

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

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

Dryden: Our beloved
Thornton Hall in sugar and cake.

- Hardacre Hall.
- I've changed my mind.

Dryden: The Duchess has arrived.

Her opinion will
make or break you.

Mrs. Hardacre.

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