All language subtitles for S03E01The Ship Devils

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Amazing.

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But.

I named the ship the Anno needed and wish her Godspeed and a safe passage on all her

voyages.

May God bless and keep safe all who sail in.

It was a splendid launch

how that would be so proud of you!

My son doesn't know on which side is bread is but it.

Taking himself up on some wild goose chase to the ends of the earth.

Only to the Argentine.

He'll be back in good time for the ship's trials.

Who's to foot the bills in the meantime?

Well, the company I imagine.

Not good enough.

She'll be at least three months in the fitting art basin.

Not a penny piece coming into my yard.

James will settle.

Frayed dreads of falling.

They've a long way to go before they touch bottom.

There's no money about it.

No new orders.

My yard's are at a standstill.

James seems to keep his ships busy.

Ah, he's one of the few that do.

But what cost?

Buying up old vessels or if it were the knack-ass yard.

Pachi live up, setting them out dangerously over or hidden.

You take my advice, pull out.

Pull out while you come.

Things are that serious.

A word to the wise.

Albert has a 15% interest in the Aunee-tin line.

Cash in, Maria.

Cash in while you come.

And how old might you be?

I am ten.

Mrs. Foggart.

Oh, listen, this is your son, Mrs. Fraser.

Such a handsome boy.

He takes after his father.

Ah, but he does have the Aunee-tin nose.

Hey, William.

What's that?

Has God not yet blessed your union, Mrs. Foggart?

My wife and I are in complete accord on that subject, Mrs. Aunee-tin.

Without children, a man might just as well not have been born.

A shipmate?

A ship with that silly low mind.

He doesn't care if his little mighty, but don't until he will die.

Hey, Bob, sir, I thought I'd talk to you.

Okay, where does she go?

As you trace.

Leonora, go below, child.

Return below this instant, I say.

I say to you, Maria!

Get out of here! Get out of here!

This is Romeo live.

I don't know how to thank you, sir.

You obliged me, sir, by going below and taking your daughter with you.

You saved my life?

I did.

Captain Baines.

Now, I suggest that we shorten campus.

Am I intruding, Mr. Ooh?

I have finished.

I owe you a debt of gratitude.

You owe me nothing, along the contrary, sir.

My daughter is very dear to me, which is all I have.

Ever since my dear wife, passed her over.

Believe me, sir, I too was inconsolable.

I believe my world to have come to an end.

You will not at this moment accept my word,

but I do assure you that the memory will fade.

Now, please accept my condolences.

And those of my daughter.

She has a great admiration for you, Mr. O'Nedent.

She's a child.

How on the contrary, sir, Leonora is no longer a child.

She is a woman.

Daniel, it's past your clock.

I know.

These accounts won't settle themselves.

Come to bed.

Who's bed?

Yours?

If you wish.

If I wish.

Don't you ever.

No, of course you do.

Not once in our entire marriage, have you?

I've got to bed, Emma, I've worked to do.

Well, let me help.

Really, Daniel?

You're such a muddler.

These accounts go here and those there.

Incomings and outgoings.

Really, it's quite simple.

Let me see you simplify these.

What are?

Phrases, donning us for money.

They'll extend our credit.

Not at 32,000 pounds.

So much?

Six months ago, I placed it on for two new barconteens at a cost of 15,000 pounds of peace.

It's been a trade depression since I've six ships laid up and four more undergoing repair and refitting.

We don't have the cash, Emma, we're running at our losses, it is.

But we still have 16 ships in commission.

That should be profit enough.

You don't understand.

I understand, only too clearly.

When we were married, you took over control of the company.

And from that day forth, we seemed to have done nothing but lose money.

Now when my uncle was a little...

Why, Mr. Callen died, the company was past his peak.

He was over next steady.

To only ships chasing too few cars.

It's useless.

If you concentrated your mind upon the business side of things and instead of furthering your idiotic quarrel with James...

James all need enough, nothing to do with it.

I only wish you had one half his business acumen.

At least he manages to keep his ships in service and at a profit hour it be bound.

Oh, so good I've had played his game.

And what might that be?

Buying up rotten ships, patching them up,

loading them up to the gunners and sending them out to see to founder in the first half gales.

And how many ships has he lost?

Yes, the devil's own luck.

I doubt you've luck plays much part in James and Eden's calculations.

He concentrates his mind upon his business.

Oh, and can work harder than myself?

You allow yourself to be distracted.

Rushing hither on here they're trying to do every task yourself.

Harassing everyone from Clerks of Bitchland until there isn't anyone left in our employee wizard is Witsend.

You're a failure at business Daniel.

What a failure.

I'm not married to, but I know the cure for that.

You could have married Elizabeth and gone to petition together.

That sooner burn in hell than spend another day in your presence.

And as you find mine so distasteful I can marry soon for the cure for that as well.

Hello.

Hello.

There there.

My little suic don't bring.

There there my peck.

My little love.

There there my little love.

There there.

Give it to me.

Poor little mite.

I think she's cutting her tooth.

I possibly.

But she's a weekly child always a link there my trip.

It's the.

Fine father she's inherited.

Captain came and so needed and so sure all one ship that is aboard of another.

Couldn't he spare the time to attend his own daughter's christening?

It's true he has little regard for the child.

The man's a human.

Dad you'll ever forgive her poor little mite.

For you or for what?

For being born.

For Anne's death.

I'm a war down the moment she took her eyes on the road.

All in this she's girl I said a runner for the wind.

But she took the lead for the city.

Well it's time for me to.

Oh all right.

Sir enough I've been accepted.

It's all here.

I've been adopted as prospective candidate in the liberal interest.

For the city council.

Oh Robert there's a council and an ornament in the mill.

I got to be elected first but I'll drink to it.

Well there's a step in the right direction Captain Webster.

And not before time either.

Mr. Glaaster knows it to you.

After all you've been a lifelong support of his policies.

No not specifically Mr. Glaaster.

No it's Mr. Blompson who has promised his support.

You know his lifelong interest in shipping of course.

Well he has promised to pass a visit and speak on my behalf.

Introduce me to the voters as it were.

Mr. Blompson here.

Oh no no he'll probably stop at a hotel.

But I have no doubt he will find time to wander through the visit.

Although we might ask him to dinner.

When?

A day after tomorrow.

Oh Robert that's too short notice.

So you're off to the hosting day out for her.

I and what constituents did you hope to represent?

Glaaster.

You need all the good where you can lay ranso be.

Ohhh.

Ranso be boy, ranso.

Ranso be boy, ranso.

Ranso be a brother.

Ranso boys, ranso.

We ship servo to where?

Ranso be boy, ranso.

Ranso be boy, ranso.

Ranso be boy, ranso.

Captain Braden.

Yes Miss?

Ranso be boy, ranso.

Has Mr. O'Nedin always been such a south-faced old grout school?

Well let me put it this way Miss.

Mr. O'Nedin was never the sort of man to pick an argument with.

Oh I would never dream of contradicting any opinion I have by Mr. O'Nedin.

Ever.

I wish to gain his approbation what otherwise.

Ranso be boy, ranso.

Hook apart, it was almost abandoned, hope of an ever-expressing his gratitude.

If you want to find yourself in Mr. O'Nedin's good books, I can only advise that you...

Well keep quiet, speak only when you spoke to and pussyfoot around as they walk in all ancient.

I was hoping for something more positive.

But what piece you must.

Oh.

Let's have a thing.

Ranso be boy.

Cole?

I am in a position to offer a long-term contract.

Cole, out of Bilbio, iron or back.

I would appreciate that as a matter of common business prudence I must ask here assurance that your ships will be able to deliver,

and regular, and stipulated into...

You have it.

In writing, if you please.

Put into the contract subject to the normal perils and hazards of the ship.

I know the clause well.

Why?

Why the sudden act of generosity?

I am not being overly generous, Mr. O'Nedin.

The Freight I offer will be at seven and six a ton.

Well I'll take it.

But you know owners at Vite like cats in a sack for an offer like that.

You know that?

I know that so I'll ask you again.

Why?

Well, my daughter's idea seems to have taken by a defancer to.

I'm not the best I can for the life of me.

Personally I find you a rude ill-mannered boy entirely devoted to self-interest.

Well I never allow sentiment to interrupt a business.

Guess what? I tour my practical man's line.

It is my conclusion that this transaction can be mutually profitable.

My pits can keep your ships busy and your ships can keep my pits working to capacity.

Well that's clearly understood.

I'll accept your offer.

Subject to contract?

Oh, I'd have it no other way.

Yeah, but under the circumstances I have no choice.

I must call in all outstanding debts.

I wish you'd be bankrupt.

That's not only for you to bother your pretty little head about business matters.

Mr. Fogarty has quite suddenly decided to return to a seafaring life.

The devily has!

And I'm such an income-pooping money matters.

Daniel says I cannot even keep household accounts correctly.

The man's a fool.

Oh, is that a better one?

Don't take on so.

Oh, we'll set ourselves down and see if we can't talk this thing out.

You take a glass of cherry wine and try those tears.

Flying topsoles pay all debts they say.

But it's a poor-hearted man who'll run away to see rather than face up to his obligations.

I am afraid my husband does not have your business acumen, Mr. Fraser.

He doesn't deserve you, and that's a fact.

If only I had someone of your knowledge and experience to advise me.

Poor Daniel.

He really has no business sense at all.

He's brought both of us to a pretty past.

He's left me with two brand new vessels, just completed.

Four others undergoing repair.

And for what you've just told me?

I doubt if I shall ever see the colour of his money.

Really, Daniel has behaved most, most abundantly.

Well, there's only one thing for it.

You must keep our ships in discharge of debt.

If not, aren't you, for its well-intentioned.

But even putting them up for auction wouldn't recover off the debt.

Well, then, would it not be more profitable if you were to manage them yourself?

Oh, the sight more to trading than owning a few ships young lady.

That's your husband has found to his cost.

Well, we still have the trading facilities.

What he's lacking is a man of ability capable of putting my poor affairs into some order.

Surely you're husband's not contributing running after seeing without leaving some responsible person in charge?

He's sworn to wind up the company and sell off all our holdings.

Ceylon of falling market, the man's at blocking.

I'm afraid he's quite made up his mind.

My husband really is the most obstinate of men and I don't know to whom I can turn.

I should consider it a privilege if you would look upon me as your guide and mentor.

Oh, but you're so unkind.

Shippie, eh?

It'd be a new venture.

No, I couldn't afford to buy him out.

Am I the yard to the standstill?

Ship's half built upon the stocks?

My God, George, Cannon must be turning in his grave.

The work of a lifetime gone to waste.

My late uncle thought very highly of you, Mr. Fraser.

We were good friends.

Good friends.

A man like that would keep you head above financial waters.

Oh, indeed yourself.

Me? Oh, no, no, no.

Quite out of the question.

The one thing the capital investment would be far too high.

Money?

Oh, yes, that's the commodity, young lady.

Money.

Oh, well, I thought...

Yeah?

Oh, perhaps I shouldn't propose it.

I don't really understand these things.

What's going on?

You've taken me into your confidence thus far.

Well, I mean, when if you were to have control of the company,

then say you won't half, and in return you received half the profits,

which would only be fair and just because you would be putting into it

your knowledge and experience.

And does that make any sense?

I'm afraid you must think me full.

No, no, no.

God, what?

Your proposal would make uncommon good sense, but...

Yes?

A 50-50 holding would result in a pull, devil, pull, baker situation.

Well, then a 51% holding in your favor.

Is that the correct phrase?

I mind you, I would only undertake it for your sake,

not to put nearly half the profits into the pocket of that feckless husband.

Surely, papers could be drawn up ensuring that the profits would be shared between you and I.

I will never agree.

Oh, I think he will.

And I think our first joint action should be a change of name.

The phrase is a shipping company.

Are you acquainted with that gentleman?

Well, of all people.

The devil's that fellow up to that.

Taking a photographic likeness, I reckon, sir.

Do I have the privilege of addressing Mr. Needin?

Mr. James, I need in.

Yes, you do.

What is this contraption?

Tool of science in the aid of God's work.

What particular aspect of the All-Matties duties have you taken on your shoulders?

Sacred trust, Mr. Needin, the Sacred Trust.

My concern is with the safety and welfare of that most unfortunate of creatures, the British demon.

Club trap.

You have the politician's knack of never answering questions.

Oh, the camera.

Well, that, sir, supply is incontrovertible.

Photographic evidence.

What are?

Of overloading, Mr. Needin.

The cutting of deck cargo to the hazard of life in limb.

To say nothing of the safety of your ship.

Well, afraid so low a man must make his profits where he can.

There, Mr. Biddof, good day to you, sir.

How is the campaign going?

Well, I make more enemies than friends.

And that, I think, is a measure of its success, eh?

Right, my good fellow.

Number two, keep.

Carefully, now, carefully, careful.

And that must await, sir, busy times.

Yes, busy times.

What's the thing? Good.

Who is he?

Samuel Plimstone.

You can do better than this, James.

You can afford the best.

Never had your taste, the fanciful living Elizabeth.

I'll leave off your hair, sir.

James, I'm not impressed.

However, I did think that without but away,

you could not.

You're not.

You're not.

You're not content.

You can afford the best.

Never had your taste, the fanciful living Elizabeth.

I'll leave off your hair, sir.

James, I'm not impressed.

However, I did think that without but away...

Hey.

Without but away, will we?

With the devil is Albert.

When is he, her is in the Argentine?

I have a house full of idle servants.

The Argentine?

It's a large house, plenty of room.

What the devil's in doing in the Argentine?

What are you, come and stay with me until Albert's dead?

Come on, stay with you.

Think of the money you'd save.

If you stop chatting about money in houses,

then tell me what the devil is doing in the Argentine.

Business.

Business is business, here.

Obviously, work on the steamship, not tropes and off

to the ends of the earth.

It's to do with the steamship.

Also.

He'll have to let her.

Oh.

Your housekeeper cooks as she cleans.

You'll eat more than the proverbial cake of dust before you die.

Refrigerated meat.

It's an absolute nonsense to imagine.

You can live alone in such an establishment.

You can simply sit here all day,

brooding like a hen under a bucket.

Your husband's a dreamer.

Well, if practical men like you and Daniel Fogarty

had backed his ideas instead of bickering like school children,

that ship would by now be on the high seas and earn in good money.

Well, then ships takes cash, not dreams.

Now, the fool's taken himself off on some fools errand

to investigate the possibility of shipping refiturated meat.

Whatever the devil that means.

Well, it's a sort of ice-making machine.

Oh, hi.

And it means once perfected.

Once perfected, huh?

We'll be able to import prime meat from all over the world.

Well, that day may be very well-combed, but you know something?

Albert will not be the innovator.

Not the man I took him for.

Nora, you do things, James.

You're not one half the man you once were.

You've lost your spirit.

Those worthy and honest your men,

who earn their bread by the sweat of their brow,

and do not disrupt the commerce of the country

with stoppages of work and incessant demands for more pay,

for make no mistake, gentlemen.

Commerce is the lifeblood of this country.

Oh, Bravo, Robert. Well said.

Express those said to Mr. O'Mitty of the lower deck,

and they'll hug you from the nearest yard.

Oh, a pitch too strong, have I?

I think you've pitched it in the wrong direction, Robert.

You'll be speaking to a crowd of seamen,

not a meeting at the Chamber of Commerce.

Oh, well, perhaps I should reword that passage.

Why?

I think it's a very brave speech,

and about time somebody stood up and told the laboring classes

a few home truths, no matter what the consequences.

No, no, Sarah.

I'm always ready to listen to reason criticism, no?

Lectures are what they were in my day.

Luckily for you, we were through a pub,

and we needed to assess pitch.

Well, anyway, I've deleted that passage.

I'll say something like this.

I'll criticize the owners.

And I call a plague upon the houses of those owners.

Those of those of villainous owners,

who, for the sake of quick profits,

jeopardize the lives of honest British seamen.

That should bring the house down.

Papaly Pockliss, you're a trimmer, sir, a trimmer.

Oh, really, Captain Webster.

Try and remember, you are a guest in this house.

And on the sufferance.

I'm sure they'll be allowed to forget it.

You still have one problem to surmount, Robert?

Oh, what might that be?

Living down the family name.

Oh, neat in.

These are the latest estimates.

Oh, money.

Costarizing.

Frates the falling.

I'm well aware of that, Mr. O'Nedin,

which is why I must press resettlement to the account.

Well, you'll be paid on completion.

Stage, payment, Mr. O'Nedin.

I drew up that contract myself,

which is why I inserted a penalty clause against delay.

They are no need in.

They'll be ready on time.

$15,000.

For an engine.

She'll not sell far without one.

With the original estimate was for £10,000.

The improvement in engineering move a pace, Mr. O'Nedin.

This is an even more powerful engine than my son at first envisaged.

The greater the power, the greater speed.

And the greater the cost.

Look, you attempt to design a specification

and I'll attend to the ship's employment.

I can't afford the loss of cargo space

and terrappile a larger engine.

Come now, £50,000 was subscribed.

Ah, and spent.

Never went through my books.

Have you been playing ducks and dregs with your company account?

Use and steamship money to keep your sailing ships running.

Unless those sailing ships keep running,

the ananate will be just so much scrap iron.

May I remind you that that is shareholders money?

My money.

My son has a 15% holding.

Small step on the road to insolvency.

Look, you keep within your estimates, Fraser.

All those shares won't be worth the paper there.

Rick, ma'am.

So why do I end all that after the company to Fraser, just like that?

In return for a 49% holding, we are released from our obligations.

You're far better priced by selling out everything, lock, stock and battle.

I intend to live off income, not cap.

Capit'll be invested.

I am investing it.

With Mr. Fraser.

Oh, money.

My money.

That's always been a sore point with you, hasn't it?

Not with me, Daniel, with you.

I do not need your money.

Then sign.

Here, here, and here.

Then you will be free.

There's a downing paddy's pawn shop number nine.

Till the pawn shop I had gone, no clothes there could I find.

And a scumpert came into that girl way, away.

And a just cheek guilty founder of the...

What are you doing aboard this ship?

Get off this ship.

Hold down that house, lad, yeah.

Yes, I heard you were going back to sea.

All right.

And I'm master of this ship.

I heard that too.

You see, this is an anedent ship.

An uninsured ship is the safest ship.

And it's the quickest way to bankrupt it?

Exactly, sir.

Therefore, it is in the owner's best interests to see that his vessels are sound and seaward.

Now, before insurance was adopted, every ship was most carefully overhauled.

But since the advent of insurance, this great care has relaxed.

Because now the owner's property is safe, whatever the outcome.

Plausible but untrue.

Pressure to ensure comes from the merchant.

No question of it.

If a ship is lost, I expect to recover the value of my cargo.

Well, there is it yet no means of preventing awfully insured merchandise.

Being shipped aboard some rotten old scowl ready to fall apart at the first blow.

And that is the purpose of my proposed bill, gentlemen.

Put an end once and for all to this disgraceful situation.

Yeah, here.

I'm against it.

It's Max of government interference.

The rule of law, sir, subject us all to government interference.

With the exception of ship-own, is it would seem?

Well spoken, Mrs. Razor.

I know of no ship owner or counts himself above the law.

If Mr. and me didn't hear what you were, were to slit a man's throat for gain.

Would you account him above the law?

No.

And yet should he knowingly send an unsee where they ship to sea and thereby calls all aboard

to drown like so many rats.

There is no authority in the entire United Kingdom which can hold him comparable.

That, sir, is a situation which I say can no longer be born.

Here, here.

Yes, well, that's so much for theory.

What a practice, eh?

Hey, sir, come on, come on.

You must first bell the cat, Mr. Pymso.

For my part, I'm prepared to accept, Mr. who needs assurance that his ships are sound and seaworthy.

Except because you must.

You can have no better guarantor than Fraser, eh?

Fraser's yards refit and over all my ships are regular intervals.

Well, look at your very much larger house in the near future.

The shop and premises of sowing crooch on the domestic side is to make it positively embarrassing.

And we do so miss the use of a withdrawing room.

Is yours a large house, Leonora?

Well, we have two houses, actually, a small town residence and a great draught debarn of a place at St. Helens.

It's very old and spooky.

People say that it's haunted.

I've never seen anything but I have felt a presence.

No doubt the shade of an owner crying for lost profits.

I'm sure my brother will find an excellent company.

Should we accept your invitation?

Oh, he will.

He must.

Every ship that leaves my yard is as sound as a bell.

You have my word for it.

And then you have no further control.

There is nothing in this whole wide world to prevent Mr. Needin from loading that sound ship down to the gunnows

and then topping off with cumbra's deck cargo.

Now, my proposals will put an end to this pernicious practice.

Not quite so addicted to losing ships as you imagine.

I am proposing to remove the temptation.

Oh, by painting a line along the ship side.

Beyond which mark, no ship will be permitted to load.

It's quite impractical.

Oh, can you see those profits slipping through your fingers already?

I can.

If that proposal ever finds its way onto the statute books, we shall be at the mercy of our foreign competitors.

Not so.

They'll not be door-baying Mr. Plimpsall's mark along the sides of their ships.

You can't legislate for wind and sea.

You must agree, gentlemen, but a well-found ship is more likely to ride out the tempest than one with its decks or wall.

You can paten down an empty ship.

Tight as a cuss.

And she'll still go to the bottom.

Doodles.

Shit! Doodles!

Ship devil's.

That's what we call him, gentlemen.

That's why the minster went down like a stone, no warning.

She broke in half and went straight to the bottom.

Ship devil's.

This timber's rotten.

Oh, it's, sir.

It's not just a timber that should concern us, gentlemen, but the bolts.

Shambolts.

They're the ship devils.

The purposes have been the outer blanking to the vertical ribs.

The ship is literally stitched together by a means of these bolts.

Specifications demand that they be fashioned of copper, whereas copper is expensive.

Iron is cheap.

Copper is impervious to the action of sea water, iron rapidly, carolts.

Oh, the head is of copper.

Oh, in order that the bolts may pass inspection, the shaft is of iron.

Are you saying, Captain Foggity, that this ship was fastened together with these shambles,

with full knowledge of the inevitable consequences?

It certainly didn't find their way there by chance.

But this is criminal, sir. Criminal.

Is this practice widespread?

Some ship owners never buy a new ship.

The simply buy an old vessel, well past these primes, send it to the shipyards for the cheapest possible repairs,

and then send it out to sea to take its chances.

Name me name, sir.

Name me names.

And I give you my word that I will not rest until these scoundrels are brought to justice.

You will appreciate, Mr. Unedin, that under the circumstances,

I can no longer sustain my offer of a contraction.

Ships are lost at sea, almost daily.

And for many, many reasons, but the most common of all is faulty seamen.

Ship now think upon it, Mr. Bitoff.

Here's a man, Captain Foggity, returns to sea after a long-stir shore.

His ship is wrecked.

He finds himself the sole survivor and promptly pours out a tale of a ship beset by devil.

I have seen the evidence.

Evidence?

What do you saw?

Was a bit of rotten planking?

Couple of shared-off boats?

Now your friend, Mr. Plimsolla, left to do better than that,

or you'll get short ship from Mr. Fraser. That's how I can promise you.

They never came from my yards.

You'll not deny that the vessel was sent to you for repair.

I have no intention of affirming or denying anything to you, sir.

Beyond repeating that my yard was not responsible.

I'm afraid that a simple denial of responsibility will not satisfy a judicial inquiry.

To the devil with you and your thumb full of it?

I mean, who I can hear? Look at that timber.

It's riddled with rots, sir.

Does it not tell you anything?

Certainly.

It reinforces my argument that that ship should never have put the sea in the first place.

And I hold you and the need to be equally culpable.

Public oak! And I intend to make my findings public, sir.

We date you.

It came by packets, straight from Buenos Aires.

Albert handed it to the ship's master for safekeeping.

The monster.

He says he's been offered a position by an Argentine meatpacking company.

Excellent prospects, house and servants, an extremely generous salary.

Oh, with that splendid!

Splendid? What's so splendid about it?

He must have taken leave of his senses.

He has the affirmary to imagine that I will pack up immediately and transport myself to take up residence among a...

...a lot of wild Patagonians.

But Elizabeth, it's a wise duty to follow her husband.

Duty? To give up all my friends and spend the rest of my days in some billiess plague spot at the other end of the earth.

Speak to Albert of duty, not me. His place is here at home.

Come now, Elizabeth. I've heard the Argentine is quite civilized.

They do not speak English.

A grand total of 412 tons, ladies and gentlemen, on a ship of 300 tons gross tonnage.

Now, Captain Fogarty states that in his professional opinion, the ship was overloaded.

He continues.

We sailed in half again.

At dawn the following morning, the carpenter sounded and found that we were taking water rapidly.

I ordered the ship to return to port.

In carrying out the manoeuvre, the ship, completely without warning, broke in two, literally falling to pieces.

I think she settled at last.

Surely, Robert, could well afford to pay a woman to come and sit with the child?

The child is James' responsibility, not Robert's.

Poor little knight.

And since when we use a fond of children?

I have always wanted children. It's Albert who's been reluctant.

Elizabeth, if there's been a coldness between you and Albert, what better opportunity of starting a fresh than by joining him abroad?

Nothing will persuade me to go and live among the heivens of Patagonia.

Oh, I do wish you'd stop calling it Patagonia.

Robert and I have looked it up on Samuel's school atlas.

The town at Buenos Aires lies on the river plate.

It has a very salubrious climate and a well-established English colony, so there should be no language difficulty either.

Certainly will not be, for I'm not going.

I've told you before, Elizabeth, that's your wifely duty.

I am not leaving England.

Be reasonable, Elizabeth.

You say you want children?

Well, yes, but...

And surely Albert wants a son of his own.

Albert's been very good to William.

But it isn't the same.

Oh, I know he'd love a son of his own, but...

Well, he doesn't.

I mean...

Things will change, you see.

I've heard the tropic climbs tend to overheat the blood and inflame the passions.

Well, he certainly hasn't written a very passionate letter.

Fondest regards to yourself and William.

You must learn to read between the lines, Elizabeth.

A more loving letter will follow, you'll see.

Well, if such a letter should arrive, then I'll make my decision.

But you can wait no longer, Elizabeth.

You'll soon make new friends, and you should be able to live in considerable style, certainly better than you're able to do here.

My lovely house.

Now there, we may be able to help you.

Oh, well, Robert has decided it's time we started looking for a new situation.

A new situation?

Well, naturally, family conferses, I'm sure you'll agree.

First for what?

Well, your establishment, whatever your decision, will now be completely beyond your means.

I can manage, Sarah.

Albert is sending me a sufficient alliance.

Stay here and it'll not remit you another penny piece.

I know why you're so anxious for me to go, both of you.

You want my house.

The Secretary of Lloyd told me that he does not know of a single ship that has been voluntarily broken up by a donor.

More and out vessels are brought up by reckless speculators.

He's using the case of the minstrel as a peg on which the hang is argument.

What is the problem?

We can take him down and peg us.

Pray, men are sent to their deaths.

They're wise, weak widows.

They're children fatherless in order that a few speculative scoundrels in whose hearts there is neither fear of God or love of man may make un-hallowed gay.

And I tell you, my friends, that until a load line is established by actual parliament and enforced with all the rigor of the law, the tragedy of the minstrel will be repeated again and again.

Until those sorrowing widows and orphans of our seaports rise up and cry of vengeance upon those grasping everything.

Come on!

Are you now claiming, sir, in direct contradiction of our yesterday's conversation, that the minstrel founded because she was overloaded?

The ship sank, sir, because she was unseeworthy.

Oh, because she was ill-commanded.

Where's Captain Fogarty, eh?

There's a question or two that I should like to put to him.

Captain Fogarty is recuperating, sir, from his recent unfortunate experience of having taken command of an inedent ship.

Or a taste of your oratory is more than he can stomach.

Well, that I can quite understand.

May I now have a straight answer to my question, sir?

Certainly, sir.

The ship sank with grievous loss of life on two cunts.

One, she was grossly overloaded.

Robish.

And two, she was ill-repaired with shamboats from your yard, such a treasure.

Rovate!

That is a deliberate misrepresentation and fortification of fact.

Assumptions masquerading as evidence.

Disproof it.

You who speak so freely of shambolts will be better advised not to make sham speeches.

Voracity in yourself, sir, would appear to be strangers.

This won't, sir, tells your tone story.

Hey, you!

Come here!

Now I'll pay a penny a piece for every one of these boat you find.

Here.

Take a pot, honey!

Now carry it out of thorough investigation.

He's a cop, he's a very pot.

Now, summarize it for you.

Mistro need in-port the mill's solar auction.

Because these shambolts have copperheads,

and they deceived, as they were intended to, both Mistro need and end myself,

when the ship was brought to my yard for repair and refitting.

Once the ship was dried out, my yard foreman and myself followed the customary practice of chalk marking,

all timber requiring replacement.

Am I to understand that you're now seeking to shift the burden of responsibility to some other unidentified shipbuilder who repaired the vessel in the past?

I've no doubt there are as many artful tortures among shipbuilders as there are among parliamentarians.

My carpenters ripped out all the suspectimbers, replaced them with sound,

and pinned them with these new copper bolts, some of which Captain Baines found among the wreckage.

But these rotten bolts also came from the vessel and caused it to funder.

Now why were they not replaced?

Because no one was aware of their existence, but sometime in the past the whole mid-ship section had been repaired,

with sound timbers but with these shambolts.

But this timber is rotten!

But that timber comes from the bullocks.

I, above the waterline, know a danger to the ship at all if Captain Fogarty knew his business.

He never represented this as evidence.

Is this true, Captain Fogarty?

For if it is, by God!

I didn't know.

I swear I didn't know!

Good day, gentlemen.

I shall read this report fully at home.

But I do assure you of one thing, Mr. Fraser, whether you be right or wrong, someone should bleed for it.

Good day to you.

Good day.

Captain Fogarty, I accept your word.

Thank you.

You are quick to assess the reason for the last of your ship.

Chant bolts!

Hi.

That was sharp thinking, Captain Fogarty.

Sharp thinking.

Are you still set on the command of a ship?

Would you consider sailing under a new flag?

Fraser and company?

You would offer me command.

I'm now in competition with only him.

You come with the highest recommendation.

You'll not go, of course.

Well, thank you. I felt sure you'd let me in my duty.

A man so witless fool!

Look, a failure carries failure with him.

Change of country doesn't make for success.

A man who can design a steamship like the Anno needing is no failure, James.

He's a dreamer.

Like the rest of his can't expect everybody else to do his bidding.

Well, at least he has the courage to start anew.

The need to start anew is to show Mark of a lack of past success.

Now, look, don't do likewise.

Stay here.

Take my advice.

Hey, now, look, sell your house and your furniture.

Get some more modest establishment and try to live within your means.

I shall keep my house.

You can't afford it.

That's your son to consider.

How about his school fees?

You extravagant tastes?

A dwindling income?

A sure recipe for disaster?

Now, I've been considering your proposal.

Well, proposal?

Well, we should, uh, set up residence together.

I'm looking for a trustworthy housekeeper,

something that I can trust.

I understand.

Well, think about it.

No.

I shall not give up my house.

I will your knowledge.

Are you really so concerned on my behalf, James?

You are my sister.

Oh, be honest, James.

Sarah's been complaining about looking after your daughter.

Now, you want me to come and live here so that I can look after her.

Oh, can...

Oh, am I interrupting?

No, I was just leaving.

Not on my account, Mrs. Fraser.

Oh, no, Miss Biddov.

My interview is at a conclusion.

However, should you wish to apply for the position of unpaid housekeeper and drudge,

I'm sure my brother will give you a sympathetic hearing.

Goodbye, James.

Well, I should love to apply.

I'm a most excellent cook.

I'm a Biddov.

My sister has a somewhat acid sense of humor.

It's a family trait.

Oh.

I called to tell you the news of the co-contract.

My father has changed his mind.

Yes, I'd heard.

Let me to gather that he could no longer sustain his offer.

No, what I meant was he's been persuaded to change it again.

You ought to have the contract.

Persuaded.

By whom?

I always get my own way, Mr. H

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