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North & South (2004)
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What a business this wedding has been!
What an expense!

You know, sometimes, my dear sister,
I envy you your little country parsonage.

You two married for love, I know.

Now, of course, Edith can afford to do that.

Go on, Captain! Dance! Dance with your bride.

- You are bored, Miss Margaret.
- No.

- I'm tired.
- Ah.

Oh I'm exhausted. And a little too grown-up
for ornaments like this.

When I get married,
I want to wake up on a sunny day,

put on my favorite dress
and just walk to the church.

There.

There. Is that better?

- I think you look very well.
- Huh.

You would look very well whatever you wore.

I love my cousin dearly.
I've been very happy in this house.

But I'll be even more happy
to go home to Helstone tomorrow.

Ah, the wonderful Helstone.
You cannot be kept away?

No. I cannot.

It's the best place on earth.

Margaret. Is that you?

Mr-Mr. Lennox.
W-what's happened?

- Is it Edith? Some accident?
- No, no, no, calm yourself. No such calamity.

I have come to visit paradise...

...as you suggested.

Well...

Mr. Lennox.

Y-You'd better sit down.

This is home.

Mama, you remember Mr. Lennox?

Oh, yes. Yes. Yes, of course, I...

I could walk this route
with my eyes closed.

I've been visiting Father's parishioners
since I was a very small girl.

Did you hear what I just said?

Sorry, I...

I was just remembering your prescription
for a perfect wedding.

"I should like to walk to church
on a sunny morning?"

Was this the path you were describing?

Why, yes, I suppose so, I...

wasn't actually thinking of MY wedding,
you understand.

- I was wondering, Margaret, whether...
- Please, don't go on...

...whether you might consider making that walk,

sharing that morning
with one who... Please, listen.

Please. Don't continue.

I'm sorry.

Ex-Excuse me. I...

You led me to believe that such an offer
would not be unwelcome.

A London girl would have known not to talk of
wedding days in such ambiguous terms.

Excuse me, I...
said nothing I am ashamed of.

I-I'm sorry if you have been mistaken
in my affections for you.

Is there someone else,
someone else you prefer?

No.

I do like you, Henry.

But I am not ready to marry anyone.
You must believe that I mean what I say.

Henry, I...

...I- I'm sorry.

We'll be on the streets...

in a strange place.

Mama, I told you, we'll stay at a hotel
until we find a house. It won't take long.

Perhaps Dixon and I could stay
on the coast while you look.

Yes... as the misses is so delicate.

No, Maria. Your place is with us.
It will not take us long to find a house.

My old college friend, Mr. Bell,
has agreed to help.

He's already organized a list of potential pupils.
There'll be plenty of teaching for me.

There will be no people there like us
in Milton. How can there be?

We will manage, Mother.
It's not another planet.

Outwood, Milton!

Outwood, Milton!

All change!

All change for stations north!

Why have we come here, Dixon?

It's going to be awful.

- I know it is.
- Shh.

- Outwood, Milton!
- Dixon. Take care and find a porter.

We have arrived.

All change!

I see 'im!

Porter! Take these, please.

We'll find a house faster if we go separately.

- Are you sure?
- Of course.

Eggs, fresh-laid eggs this mornin'!
Come and get your eggs!

Fresh fruits! Fresh fruits!
Fruits and vegetables!

- Hello, how are you?
- All right. How are you?

- The living room's quite spacious, as you can see.
- The property's not for me.

I'm making inquiries on behalf of one
of me master's business acquaintances.

The man is still living as a clergyman.
Or rather a former clergyman.

He's used to living simply. I don't think
he's ever been a man of great property or fortune.

- A matter of conscience, I believe.
- Ah, conscience.

That never put bread on the table.

- South, eh?
- Mm-hm.

A little, er... indiscretion took place, maybe?

Well, they do say
the Devil makes work for idle hands, don't they?

Maybe his hands weren't so idle.

- Well, he'll certainly find things... quite different up north.
- Oh, aye. Oh, aye.

Well I'll make good the repairs,
but the decoration's good enough.

Hey, what a business, eh? For a man
to uproot his wife and child come all the way to Milton.

Conscience or no conscience,
that's strange behavior.

- Excuse me, madam, can I help you?
- My name is Margaret Hale. Who are you?

I'm Williams, Mr. Thornton's overseer.

He asked me to look out properties
for your father.

How much is the rent for the year?

These are details Mr. Thornton will discuss with your father.
It's no need to concern yourself in money matters, ma'am.

I've no idea who your Mr. Thornton is.
I thank him for his trouble,

but my father and I are sharing the task
of securing a property.

I have spent two days
viewing what Milton has to offer,

so I have a fairly good idea of price.

- Mr. Thornton thinks this will do very well for your father.
- Where is Mr. Thornton?

- Excuse me?
- Take me to see this Mr. Thornton.

If he won't deal with me,
I'll have to deal with him.

- Does Mr. Thornton live here?
- Aye, but he'll be at work.

Stay here, Miss.
I'll find Master.

Stephens!

Put that pipe out!

I saw you!

Stephens!

Stephens!

Come here!

- Smoking again.
- I wasn't!

- Where is it?
- I wasn't smoking, I swear.

Still warm. I warned you.

No! No! Please, sir!

- Please don't... Please!
- You stupid idiot!

- Please!
- Look at me!

- Look at me!
- Stop!

- Stop! Please, stop!
- Who are you? What are you doing in here?

- My name is Margaret Hale.
- Miss Hale!

- I'm sorry, sir, I told her to stay in the office.
- Get her out of here!

Aye, crawl away on your belly
and don't come back!

Please, sir... I have little ones.

- Stop!
- You know the rules!

- My children will starve, sir!
- Better they starve than burn to death!

Get out before I call the police!
Get that woman out of here!

Please, Miss.

Miss. Miss, please.

Miss, please, Miss... Please!

My darling Margaret, we are back
at last from our honeymoon in Corfu.

We've been away so long I'm almost fluent
in Greek - or so the Captain says.

But you know, everything he says
is always so agreeable.

Oh, dear Margaret... Now I'm going to say
something that will make you very angry,

but I can't help it.

What was uncle thinking of
taking you all so far away from home?

Why on earth are you in that awful place
where they make cotton,

when no one who is anyone wishes to buy it?

I am sure we'll always wear linen.

Dear Edith, I'm pleased to report

that we've replaced the horrible wallpapers
with altogether more agreeable colors.

Dixon has only - if you think this possible -
grown in energy.

She has set herself the task
of engaging an under-maid,

but as yet there isn't anyone
within a radius of at least 50 miles

who is remotely suitable
to wait on us hand and foot.

I'll sit, if you don't mind.

Hm.

You'll be expected to be well up
before the family to light the fires.

I'm sorry, I'm not getting up
at five in the morning.

And I'm not working for those wages.

I can get four shillings as a piecer at Hamper's.

Anyway, if you don't mind me asking,

where's the money coming from to pay for me?

This house must be costing 30 pound a year,
and there's not much coming in from what I've heard.

I'll come and go as I please!

And I don't need no bossy, jumped-up servant

to tell me what's what and how to behave!
You can keep your rotten job!

Me, a servant, indeed

I don't know what the master was thinking of,
subjecting us to all this gossip!

Margaret?

What's the matter?

There is some talk...

Margaret?

Margaret?
What does she mean "talk"?

I did hear some people talking,
when we were house-hunting.

About why we moved to Milton... so abruptly.
Why you left the church.

People are... talking?

Well, it's only natural, after all,
that people should wonder.

It's not usual for clergymen to leave their parish,

travel hundreds of miles,
as if to escape something.

Just because we follow you without question...

It's from the bishop.

- It's not about Frederick?
- No, no, no. I keep that letter with me at all times.

To reassure me that I made the right decision.

I-Is this all?

"I ask that all rectors in the diocese of the New Forest
reaffirm their belief in the Book of Common Prayer."

Yes, there! Exactly. The effrontery!
The man's ten years our junior.

He tries to treat us all like children.

But this is a formality, surely... to reaffirm.

My conscience will not let me.

I can and have lived quietly with my doubts for...

well, for some years now, but...

I cannot swear publicly
to doctrines I am no longer sure of.

Now, we men of conscience
have to make a stand.

- We?
- Yes, there are others who have doubts.

We all agreed.
We could not reaffirm.

Are you telling me
that all the rectors of the New Forest

have decamped to industrial towns?

Well...

some thought it possible to yield,

but... I did not.

- How many? How many refused?
- I could not avoid it. I was forced into it.

You must understand.

I understand.

I understood...

that the very worst must have happened...

that you had lost your faith...

or that you felt that God wished you
to preach His word in these new places.

That some very great matter
must have happened to make you uproot us all,

dragging us up to this God-forsaken place!

- Maria.
- You gave up your livelihood...

...our source of income...

...on a formality.
- It was not like that, Maria.

Really. It is not like that.

I already have work - teaching.

And I-I will find more.

And... maybe I will discover

that is my real vocation after all.

The people here don't want learning.

They don't want books

and culture.

It's all money and smoke.

That's what they eat and breathe.

And you're right, Edith.

Milton is very far from home,

but it is quite an interesting
and modern sort of place.

There are at least 20 mills, all very prosperous,
in and around the town,

and it's full of new industry
of one sort or the other.

It is of course not remotely green like Helstone,

and so large that I often lose my way.

But the people are friendly enough

and there is nearly always someone
to point me in the right direction.

'Ey up, what have we got here?

Watch out, lass!

'Scuse us!

Please.

Please... Please don't.

Just stop.

Please... please stop.

- Is this yours?
- Here y'are!

Leave the lass alone.

She shouldn't take on so.
We were only having a bit of fun.

Come on, Miss.

Be careful where you walk
when the whistle sounds for the break.

But don't worry, they won't harm you.

They just like a bonny face.
And yours is a picture.

Come on.

I'm... I'm obliged to you.
Thank you, sir.

You're welcome, lass.

No charge, Miss.

Get up! Hup, hup, hup!

So this century was probably the most productive,
simply in terms of the number of...

Father is working hard.
He teaches students and also lectures...

though some of it is unpaid...

...and, I fear, unwanted.

But he keeps happy.
- Thank you.

Until, erm... next Sunday.

He entertains his private pupils at home.

We have to make a choice, John.
Now, it's difficult, I know.

Margaret?
Is that you?

Well, Margaret! Come in, Margaret. Come in.

Meet my new friend and,
erm, first proper pupil,

Mr. Thornton.
This is my daughter, Margaret.

I believe your daughter and I have already met.

Ah... Now, Mr. Thornton can't decide
between Aristotle and Plato.

I suggest we start with Plato

and then move on. What do you think?

I'm afraid Miss Hale and I met
under less than pleasant circumstances.

I had to dismiss a worker
for smoking in the sorting room.

I saw you beat a defenseless man
who's not your equal.

- Margaret.
- No, she's right.

I was angry.
I have a temper.

Fire is the greatest danger
in my mill. I have to be strict.

A gentleman would not use his fists
on such a... pathetic creature

or shout at children.

I dare say a gentleman has not had to see

300 corpses laid out on Yorkshire hillside
as I did last May.

And many of them were children.
And that was an accidental flame.

The whole mill destroyed in 20 minutes.

I should go.

- You'll join us for dinner next week?
- Oh, yes, of course. Erm... thank you.

Erm... and we'll start with Plato next Tuesday.

- I will ask my mother to call when you're settled.
- Of course, erm...

Not by all means.
We're always here. Aren't we, Margaret?

I'll admit that Milton
doesn't have any grand palaces or works of art,

but it does have some pleasant parks
where we take our daily walk

and meet our friends,
while the weather holds.

- Are you followin' me?
- No. Well... yes.

I didn't mean any offense.
I recognized you from Marlborough Mills.

I recognize you.

Giving Thornton back as good as he gave.

You don't see that every day.

- Well, I-I don't want to keep you.
- What important appointments might I have?

I'm going to meet my father.
He works at Hamper's, a mile across town.

- But you work at Marlborough Mills.
- Yes.

It's nearer home.

And the work's easier.

Here's Father now.

Father? Young woman I told you about.

The day Thornton beat Stephens sent him packing.

He deserved it.
The fool put everyone at risk.

- You're not from this part of the world, are you?
- No. I'm from the South.

- From Hampshire.
- Mm. That's beyond London, I reckon.

Mm.

Where do you live?

We put up Frances Street, in Princeton.
Behind Golden Dragon.

And your name?

- My name is Margaret Hale.
- My name is Nicholas Higgins.

This is my daughter Bessy Higgins.
Why do you ask?

Well, I-I thought that I might come
and bring a basket.

Excuse me. At... at home,
when my father was a clergyman, of course...

A basket?

What would we want with a basket?

We've little enough to put in it.

See, I don't much like strangers in my house.
I dare say in the South where you come from,

a young lady such yourself feels she can wander into anyone's house whenever they feel like it.

But up here, we wait to be asked
into someone's parlour before we go charging in.

Excuse me, Mr. Higgins, Bessy,
I... I didn't mean any offense.

That's why I reckon you can come if you want,
but you'll not remember us.

I'll bet on that.

Margaret!

What's the matter?
Are you unwell?

It must be Mr. Thornton's mother.

Well, there's no mistaking that stern brow.

And that must be the sister.

What a deal of starch!

It would take someone all day
to iron that petticoat.

Where will we put them, Mama?

I don't think the two of them will fit in here.

H-How exquisite.

I haven't seen English pointwork
quite like that for years.

Our Milton craftsmanship
can compare with the very best.

I suppose you are not musical,
as I see no piano.

I am fond of music,
but I cannot play well myself.

As you can see, this house would
hardly bear a grand instrument.

We sold ours when we moved.

Yes, these rooms are far too small
for entertaining.

Our staircases are wider
than the whole width of this room.

I wonder how you can exist without a piano.

It almost seems to me a necessity of life.

- There are concerts here, I believe.
- Oh, yes. Rather crowded.

They let in anybody.

But we have whatever is the fashion in London.

A little later, unfortunately.

- You know London, of course.
- Oh, yes.

I lived there with my aunt and cousin for a while.

Oh! London and the Alhambra.
They are the two places I long to see.

The Alhambra?

Yes, ever since I read
the "Tales of the Alhambra".

Do you know them?

Oh... I don't... think so.

But it's a very easy journey to London
and not half so far.

Yes, but...

Mama has never been to London.
She cannot understand why I long to go.

She's very proud of Milton.

Dirty, smoky place that it is.
I can't wait to leave.

May I ask why you chose
to come and live in Milton?

I mean... why did you leave wherever it was?

- Helstone.
- Oh.

Well, it...

...it-it was my husband's decision.

It was a matter of... of conscience.

But Mr. Hale is no longer a clergyman, I thought.

My husband very much enjoys
his lessons with Mr. Thornton.

I think it makes him feel young again.

Classics are all very well for men who loiter their life
away in the country or in colleges.

But Milton men ought to have
all their energies absorbed by today's work.

They should have one aim only.

Which is to hold and maintain an honorable place
amongst the merchants of this country.

Go where you will,

the name of John Thornton in Milton,
manufacturer and magistrate,

is known and respected
amongst all men of business.

And sought after
by all the young women in Milton.

Not all of them, surely.

If you had a son like mine, Mrs. Hale,

you would not be embarrassed
to sing his praises.

If you can bear to visit our dirty, smoky home,

we shall receive you next week.

Mrs. Thornton.

Well, what a splendid house! Erm...

But, er... do you not find
the proximity to the mill a little, erm...

...well, noisy?

Never.

I've not become so fine as to forget
the source of my son's power and wealth.

The mill is everything.

There is no other factory like it in Milton.

This house is my son's achievement.

Did I tell you, Thornton,
about the price of raw cotton in Le Havre?

- I believe you did.
- Come on, Thornton.

Even you can spot a bargain when you see it.

Cotton's a great deal cheaper
from the Caribbean than from America.

Nonsense.

I bet you Egyptian cotton is still cheaper.

I don't believe they can't offer those prices for long.

They'll be bankrupt in a year and
we'll have our supply interrupted.

I'd rather pay more for
a steady supply through Liverpool.

The others can do as they wish,
we'll all lose in the end.

Thornton's as straight as they come.
He won't risk Marlborough Mill in any risky enterprise,

even if it means passing up
the chance to speculate.

But that's the best way surely, with so many lives
depending on the factory's continued success?

Well, erm... that would be the Christian way.

By the way, everyone.
Hear the latest over clamoring for a new wheel?

- Thought you'd agreed to the wheel?
- Yeah, well I had.

First the men threatened to turn out if I didn't install the infernal wheel.
Yeah, which would've cost me 600 pound.

The wheel blows away the strands of cotton
that flies off in the sorting rooms.

It helps keep the fluff off the workers lungs.
It doesn't stop it, but it does help.

So, what was the problem?

Well, some of the workers started claiming
they'd need more money to work in a place with a wheel.

- What?
- Yes. Believe me.

- They'd heard it'd make 'em hungrier,
- Yeah.

And even hungrier than they claim they always are!

- The wheel would make them hungry?
- Yes, I swear!

Some of them said that if I put the wheel in, there wouldn't
be so much fluff to swallow, so their bellies'd be emptier.

Oh, yes. So...
Oh, and this is the beautiful part...

they were saying I'd have to pay 'em more.

And now the men are split amongst themselves
and can't agree to what they want.

So, I've been spared 600 pound.

And the men have only themselves to thank for the carding rooms
being like Christmas every day with all that sneezing.

Oh come on, Thornton. Surely you won't approve
of your workers telling you what to pay 'em?

I've had a wheel in all my sheds in this past two years.

- Oh, more fool you. I can't see profit in it.
- There is no immediate profit.

- None that you can count in pounds, shillings and pence.
- But? Well, there is a "but", in't there?

But...

my workers are healthier.
Their lungs don't clog so easily.

They work for me longer. And their children work for me longer.
Even you can see profit in that.

But surely, erm... it's the right path, also.

Sound business sense, Mr. Hale, and
I cannot operate under any other moral law.

I do not run a charitable institution.

My workers expect me to be hard, but truthful.

I always tell them how things are
and they either take it or they leave it.

- Harkness's always tryin' little tricks with his workers.
- You've got to keep them on their toes.

It's a war, and we masters
have to win it or go under.

Hear, hear!

Mama, I have a letter from Edith.
Would you like me to read it to you?

She sends love from Aunt Shaw.

I wonder that your father prefers
the company of Milton tradesmen.

As if there wasn't enough to do already!
We've got no help to speak of.

I have to do everything.

It's all the master's fault.

He took leave of his senses
when he brought us here.

He is not the vicar of Helstone any more.

He has thrown away his position in society
and brought us all down with him.

He'll be the death of us all!

Dixon.

I know you love my mother,
but you forget yourself.

Please don't talk about my father in that way.

It's not for you to question
his motives or judgment.

You're a servant in this house.
If you have such thoughts, keep them to yourself,

or you are free to leave and go back to Helstone
whenever you choose.

Like it or not...
we are here.

I will help you.

You, Miss Margaret?
In the kitchen?

Yes. Me.

I can learn to starch and iron,
and I will until we find suitable help.

You'll do as I say, Dixon.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Bessy Higgins.
I must have come in the wrong direction.

She lives along the way,
just round the corner.

It's all right, she's not frightened of you.
She's hungry. That's why she cries.

Bessy's just round the corner.

Excuse me, I thought Bessy Higgins lived here.

I'm sorry I didn't come earlier.

To tell you the truth,
I didn't know that I would be welcome.

I thought the groceries would be offensive.
But if I had come without anything...

If there's a remote possibility
of us finding offense,

you can be sure we will.
We're very good at that in Milton.

I feel I've lived in Milton
for quite some time now,

but I still find myself constantly at fault
whichever way I turn.

How long will it take for that to change?

Oh, a couple of years at least, in your case.

Sorry...

It's just I have a bit of cold,
I can't seem to shift.

She were right. She said you'd come.

How was the meeting, Father?

Oh. Do not worry on my account.

I have no one to tell any secrets to.

Well, your father the parson's been seen
supping with the bosses.

Mr. Thornton is his pupil.
He's certainly not my friend.

And Boucher?
He's our neighbor down the way.

He's holding up. Just.

But he'll be with us when the fire goes up right enough,
if he knows what's good for him.

Miss Margaret, your father teaches
at the Lyceum Hall, doesn't he?

Yes, he does.
Sunday afternoons.

Mother, remember I go to
the Hales this evening.

I will be home to dress,
but then out till late.

Dress? Why should you dress up
to take tea with an old parson?

Ex-parson!

Mr. Hale is a gentleman and his daughter
is an accomplished young lady.

Don't worry, Mother.
I'm in no danger from Miss Hale.

She's very unlikely to consider me a catch.

She's from the South.
She doesn't care for our Northern ways.

Huh! Airs and graces!

What business has she?
A renegade clergyman's daughter,

who's now only fit to play at giving useless
lectures to those who do not wish to hear them.

What right has she to turn up her nose at you?

Board up the windows. There'll be a storm later.

All motion and energy but truly a thing of beauty.

Classics will have to be rewritten to include it.

Ah... I’m afraid we’re boring Miss Hale
with our enthusiasm for Arkwright's invention.

No.
Indeed, I'm sure it's fascinating.

I'm a little tired, that's all.

Er... Mr. Thornton has been admiring
our newly redecorated rooms, Maria.

Oh. Yes, Mr. Thornton.

Hmm... well, there...
there wasn't a great deal of choice,

but these papers are of a similar shade
to our drawing room in Helstone.

But not quite.

Well, on behalf of Milton taste,
I'm glad we've almost passed muster.

Yes. Yes, well...

clearly, you're very proud of Milton.

My husband admires its energy and its...

...its people are... very busy
making their businesses successful.

I won't deny it. I'd rather be toiling here,
success or failure,

than leading a dull, prosperous life in the South...
with their slow, careless days of ease.

You are mistaken. You don't know
anything about the South. It...

It may be a little less energetic
in its pursuit of competitive trade,

but then there is less suffering
than I have seen in your mills…. And all for what?

- We make cotton.
- Which no one wants to wear.

I think that I might say
that you do not know the North.

We masters are not all the same whatever
your prejudice against Milton men and their ways.

I’ve seen the way you treat your men.

You treat them as you wish
because they are beneath you.

No, I do not.

You've been blessed with good luck and fortune,
but others have not.

I do know something of hardship.

16 years ago, my father died...

in very miserable circumstances.

I became the head of the family very quickly.
I was taken out of school.

I think that I might say that my only good luck

was to have a mother
of such strong will and integrity.

I went to work in a draper's shop

and my mother managed so that
I could put three shillings aside a week.

That taught me self-denial.

Now I'm able to keep my mother
in such comfort as her age requires,

and I thank her every day,
for that early training.

So, Miss Hale, I do not think
that I was especially blessed

with... good fortune or luck.

- I have outstayed my welcome.
- Oh, no, John.

Come, Miss Hale, let's part friends
despite our differences.

If we become more familiar
with each other's traditions,

we may learn to be more tolerant, I think.

- I'll see myself out.
- Please, please come again, John.

Margaret. The handshake is used up here
in all forms of society.

I think you gave Mr. Thornton real offense
by refusing to take his hand.

I'm sorry, Father.

I'm sorry I'm so slow to learn
the rules of civility in Milton, but I am tired.

I have spent the whole day washing curtains so
that Mr. Thornton should feel at home.

So, please, excuse me
if I misunderstood the handshake.

I am sure in London, a gentleman would
never expect a lady to take his hand like that,

...all unexpectedly.

And I'm sure I didn't know where to look
when he talked about his past.

His father might have died in the workhouse!

I think it might have been worse than that.

According to my friend Mr. Bell,
his father speculated wildly, and lost.

He, erm... he was swindled
by a business partner in London.

He, erm...

...he killed himself.

Because he couldn't bear the disgrace.

Mother, and son and daughter
lived on nothing for years,

so that the creditors could be repaid
long after they had given up any hope of settlement.

Margaret?

I think it very fine, Father.

I am sorry to have offended your friend.

And I must go to bed.

- Ah, put him down. He's one of ours, isn't he?
- Boucher? He's Thornton's.

Aren't you interested, Thornton?
All mills together, if you please.

We need to show 'em.
We know what they're up to and who they are.

Let them meet, if that's how they want
to spend their leisure time.

- We're all trying to work together, Thornton.
- Are we?

- What does that mean?
- I overheard some of my men talking.

It seems you're planning to give in to them.

We agreed.

We'd all be in line.

So that the men would know we meant
business and know that we kept our word.

Well, I...

Father?

My, er... pupils asked me
if they could use the Hall for... special meeting.

Who am I to force
ecclesiastical architecture on them?

Quiet!

Quiet, please!

Friends,...
Welcome.

Now this is the first time, we have ever gathered together!

Now don't worry, we'll all get a chance
to speak as long as we take our turn.

Now, I'm Nicholas Higgins.
I work up at Hamper's Mill.

Now there's quite a few of us.

...and some men from Thornton's at Marlborough Mill.
Where's Henderson's?

What about Slickson's?

Now... Up at Hamper's...

we've got a lot of work.

The orders are flooding in,
and cheap cotton to meet them.

Now, there's those of us that know...
that soon... bosses'll be telling us

although they are making a fat profit,

they can't make our pay
what it were five years ago!

They'll have a load of excuses.

It's all because cotton's
suddenly become expensive.

This or that bit of machinery's packed up.

The buyers can't pay
so there's no money to pay us!

- You've all heard it before!
- Aye, the bosses make their own rules!

Henderson says one thing, Hampers another!
Different from one week t'next!

- But what’s to stop them cutting pay again, eh?
- Aye, aye, aye…

And if we quit over wages,
there's more'll take our places!

Aye!

That is why we must all work together,

because next time one of our bosses
plays tricks, we'll all know about it.

And if we all decide on a fair wage and
none of us, none of us work for less,

then for once, WE'LL have a say!

What if bosses don't like it, eh?

What do we do then? What do we do then?

Boucher.

It's ah...

it's all right some of you talking brave.

Nicholas here earns what? 15, 16 shillings in a week?
He's only three to keep on it.

My wife's sick,

I have six children,

none of them old enough for factory work.

If I turn out, we'll not be able to live on
five shillings strike pay from Union.

My children...

they'll starve.

Look, I'm not saying...

that we're coming out today.

I'm not saying
that we're coming out tomorrow.

What I'm saying is...

when the time comes...

we will be ready.

And we will stick together!

Margaret, erm...

I know you and your mother feel I let you down.

- Father, no.
- No. You do.

I know.

But I hope you realize that the people
up here... they aren't so very different.

You know? They just have different ways.

- Master.
- What are you doing here?

- I beg you to take me back...
- Get out!

I were at the meeting this evening.

I could tell you what they're planning...
what’s in their thoughts...

- Please, sir. I beg you...
- Get out! Don't come near here again!

- Who's there?
- It's only us.

- I promise you...
- Get away from here!!

- Couldn't you show a little mercy?
- Mr. Hale.

Please...
Do not try to tell me my business.

Remember, they do things differently here!

Come, Father.

I wish I could tell you, Edith,
how lonely I am...

how cold and harsh it is here.

Everywhere, there is conflict and...

unkindness.

I think God has forsaken this place.

I believe I have seen hell...

...and it's white.

It's snow-white.

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