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education in history.

What?

Get outta here.

That'd be letty.

Good trip.

There it is, Mike B.

Only a cabin boy for crew.

A steamed tub of yours.

Back at work here.

A few miles and a thousand seversed clearance.

Alongside number four.

Not before time.

We've got a cargo yet.

We've got a promise of cotton goods to Jamaica.

Promise?

Promises won't pay for a new boiler.

All paid for James.

500 pounds.

800 including the refit and more to follow.

Enough to buy back your half share.

All right. We're off the back of you.

I can't. Oh, I see.

So, the Burgess family has all waste clothes.

Well, Mr. Appen, I don't want to sell.

Why do you think I bought that R-shirt off your charity?

I've carried you for six months, partner.

What yield have I seen so far?

How about a year's contract to ferry 500 tons of China clay and money?

Oh, well. Imperial staffs?

We're a big pot of it.

All set up with the agent is in the put-around the corner.

Cost me a fortune getting him sweet for you.

My money, not yours.

All right.

Master Doc this morning, so we should be back directly.

Well, what do you see if the carriage is waiting, Mrs. Gibson?

Madam.

Mrs. Alita.

What now?

Oh, my goodness.

The fine home come in for the master.

Well, is it a contract or is it not?

Subject only to approving, Ron, yes.

China clay is very yay about China clay.

You shall have it.

Dry and clean and fast.

Now, what else?

Nevertheless, the new owners of the pottery insist on approving Ron.

Somebody else after this, is that it?

I was told to get two tenders for the contract.

Who is it, then, eh?

Oh, no, proving Ron, unless I know who I'm running against.

Captain Nicholas Summers.

Oh, that's all rogue.

So, what have we got available, the name?

How about when you're just unloading?

She's already spoken for.

More through.

How about the Angela?

Clear at number 15, Worf.

Right.

Right, you tell your people, the Angela, under Captain Watson,

ready to load in three days' time, 250 tours.

Hmm?

It's good.

Are you sure you want to use this?

I'd finished with it anyway.

Come on, I'll take that, Mrs. Gibson.

Hey, come on.

Oh, it's a good deal.

Hey.

Get your extra money.

Yeah.

That's the boy.

It's the lady.

Love you and Brian.

What's this?

Oh, and it's a bit trouble.

Mrs. Gibson, take this lot and burn it, will you?

Adam.

A foundling.

Just look at her.

Yep, and my teeth, I'd say she's all of 12 months.

Madam, this is Lizzie.

Her man went off for her fortune in London,

and I cannot manage no more.

Please help.

Ably James Betsy.

Betsy?

One of my factory girls, as was.

And now, indulging in a more profitable trade.

Oh.

Well, what will you do?

No more at eye until this morning.

It's the Chamber of Commerce annual ball Samuels on the committee.

That fire in the corn hall last weekend.

Sarah's house would have suited, but of course she's still away in bath.

And so, and so, please, dear sweet Aunt Elizabeth, come to the rescue.

Can we use your house?

Oh, well, that was exceedingly handsome of you, Elizabeth.

Well, it's there.

Holy big enough.

Thank good, that.

Lizzie Swabble fouled it up for sure.

I keep telling you to get shuttered.

Which is why I'm going along with him.

Why not save yourself for the trouble?

Because I've got another job for you elsewhere.

Of London.

Damn it, I've only just got myself back to sea.

What's wrong with him?

Well, no sign of Mrs. Edward.

No sign of Mrs. Anita on the key.

Oh, right.

I want you to seek my memories, Ray.

Especially when they come up with...

...hefty bequests from Shumbul over that.

Sarah?

It's a mystery, let it.

The great bath mystery?

Back in just over a week, she told me.

That's right.

Take the waters.

See the cave?

Spend a day with her cousins.

As she expects to be back here by firstly last.

Oh, good.

Well, as you know, she was going to move some of her things into my house this week.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Yes.

What did why you'd wear to Docs to meet me?

Well, there is a reason.

Hello, Elizabeth, are you?

Well, thank you, James.

Did you have a good trip?

I booked myself up a fruit contract.

Oh, more profitable than guns, I hope.

Here, enough of that now.

Thank you, Mrs. Gibson.

Hello, what's this?

Ha ha.

Our Annie.

Hey, up she's losing weight.

That's not that.

She's the reason I didn't meet you.

Literally.

That's the factory to go horing.

James!

What?

Listen, our Annie uses that cup when she's here.

Betting can be rushed.

I'm the single.

You don't know what you think.

That job could be cooked.

Please, the charlates and Georges, James.

All fine.

Ea, why not take her with you now?

No, no.

Acceptance depends on the director of the office.

Not the governor's.

Remember, yes, I will.

James too.

Easy now, James.

Hey.

No, what's this about Saturday?

James would have got us a book.

Huh?

Now to do with Elizabeth?

To be held at her house.

There's a fee, but it is Samuel.

Oh, I suppose she wants us there then.

For a long time since we danced together, James.

I wonder the way Trey's been looking recently.

So badly, shouldn't enjoy it.

No, 25, 30 ships laid out lint mercy for lack of cargos.

For none of yours?

No, no, going to be neither.

I'm going to miss a contract but sake of chamber of commerce, Paul.

A contract?

Hi.

James, you're not off again.

Oh, tomorrow?

Well, I should be back within the week.

Look, I'm chasing this clay contract for imperial staffs.

Last month's fruit.

Oh, I'm going to miss a contract.

I'm going to miss a contract.

I'm going to miss a contract but sake of chamber of commerce, Paul.

A contract?

James, you're not off again.

Last month's fruit.

Now, play.

An out.

As soon as maybe.

She's not the only one, you know.

What does that mean?

Scores of wafes around sale at town.

Ragged, half-starved, ganged up like stray dogs.

How many of you know so much about that?

It's true.

True.

For anyone with eyes to see.

You've not been down there.

I know you're on there.

But she is supposed to be done about it.

Well, that's people at your precious boat.

I'm asking you.

Look, all I know is that she's out by the time I get back.

Else I'll put her out herself.

Charity sir, Charity for the lambs of Jesus.

Charity sir, Charity for the lambs of Jesus.

Oh, Jack, I'm sorry.

It's out of it.

What's that?

Is it possible?

Yeah, that's it.

Clarit Captain Summers?

Just tell me what's up, man.

I've ballastly seen to have armed the cops that time.

All right.

There's someone else to see to before you sail.

What's that then?

Here.

Well, there's after that contract beside you.

What?

Look, I'm not paying you a cut-out, some damn steam owner must win.

Not steam.

Oh, no, is it there?

Who's the opposition?

Oh, Needin.

Oh, Clocks on you.

Sending wool beans, is he?

Worse luck Watson in the Angela.

Right now, ballasting at number 15, just in case you should want a quiet word.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Sir, press the mape!

Pick up the slack!

Porto no good, Watson.

Places where ships rot and men go to the devil, let's check the whole list.

It's checked.

With Nick Summers chasing this contract, we'll reach out.

What for?

Oh, what a sea-bench.

A faulty year, anything that night slows up.

Summers were Mr. Trenkout.

No more can we.

Right.

Let's get these palace stones more evenly.

Well done.

I'm coming here, why we?

It had be weather and they'll shift all over the place.

Gotcha, old Nick.

Sir, look.

Sabotage, that's what?

Tom?

Set all ready to spill the moment we put the ship on a stab at Cat.

Mr. Needin?

Yeah, Tom, over this old.

Kiss that clay contract goodbye.

Those down here this morning, Mr. Needin, down I checked.

And so did friends, Summers, check after you.

Leaving?

Now, while he's off to Cornwall.

But...

Your father was suspicious about the 800 for the refit.

The slot's in cash, like you said.

Also, why can't you simply buy back his half-share in cash and then run coastal freight out of Liverpool?

Because your father won't sell back.

The best I can manage is to leave him his half with his solicitors and then trade around the med for a while until he cools off.

The Mediterranean?

Why are you running away?

Only to dodge my ex-partner for a while.

And what about your new partner?

It's all signed, registered, illegal agreement.

I'm worth what once you're off to the sunny Mediterranean.

Charlotte?

No!

The birth of our trading enterprise, your idea.

I... I don't want you going away.

We'll get precious little trading by staying at homeless.

Help! Two points, Porter!

Al Fregas onto Scoma Island.

Inside store. Between it, we'll attack Point.

It's about three miles' seatway.

I'm not a butter world.

It's my bottom to rip out of myself, which was the most.

Yeah, better than the Chamber of Commerce, Paul.

Hey?

Ah.

Can I, Janice?

Sir, I should take a sherry first, thank you.

You'll be wise to stick to punch tonight.

Miss Aunt Elizabeth Champagne.

These aren't frivolous, folks, Charlotte.

I'd thank you to remember that and behave with me.

As the wife of the future Lord Mayor of Liverpool?

Charlotte, I know you've no mind for these matters.

But the plain fact is I'm a shade overextended just now.

So tonight I intend to tap a few shoulders

and drop a few reminders.

And it won't help to have a tipsy wife.

Please.

We're carried, sir.

We're just coming, Alice.

As it happens, I too have some business riding on the seat.

Come along, lass.

I'm moving into steam.

What?

Steam.

Beep beep.

I'm going to go to the

room.

I'm going to go to the room.

I'm going to go to the room.

Littie.

Where is he?

I should think.

Rounding the lizard just about now.

Oh, really?

No.

Sorry.

Does our patron arrive here?

No, but your hostess is here a little, but run right in it.

Yes, of course.

Charlotte.

Charlotte?

Adon, Samuel.

How considerate or?

Oh, but it will come up.

Really?

I'm going to go to the room.

I'm going to go to the room.

Oh, there's the bike out now.

Come on.

You'll launch him.

I need in.

The Earth of Master?

My father sends his apologies and he's dead.

I'm afraid his health fluctuates in direct proportion with his social commitments.

Yes.

Might I be privileged to meet our hostess?

Yes, yes, of course.

Lady Fogarty.

Yes.

My paternal aunt, has it happened?

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Our Elizabeth, our deputy patron, by a couple.

Oh, how cares?

What?

To Shay, Lady Fogarty.

Why, it's the mud flinging bog trotter.

Had I realized you would have had the whole bowl of you.

A reasonable quid broke quote.

Just don't expect a tail suit from Lee's.

Ah.

The coat was accepted.

It restored my wardrobe if not my dignity.

Would you be so good as to show our deputy patron to the cloak court?

Lady.

I am bound to admit it, Lady Fogarty.

Yes?

Always admire a woman who can throw a good punch.

You do realize he's heir to one of the richest coal empires in the whole of...

Yes, your mother did tell me, Samuel, you're in long overdue for his baptism.

Do you mean you've spilt that on purpose?

Don't you think you ought to go and dance with Charlotte?

How little edge she has for life.

Thank you, Mr. Everybody.

I do not mind you.

The dancing is one of your accomplishments.

Ah, but with such a partner who would not appear accomplished, Mrs. Onedia.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Are you being a chance free for the next dance?

Oh, I'm so out of breath.

From what Lady Fogarty tells me,

I think you'd find Mr. Jonah, some most interesting partner.

You humiliated me in public, understood?

If that's what you think, then you leave me no choice.

Good night.

Ciao!

There you pass for the coal merchant.

And you, for the daughter of a ship's channa.

May the patron of the ball claim his privilege with the hostess.

Mr. Don Vudid.

Oh, hi, Captain Vans.

Could you help me find Mr. Samuel, please?

Oh, sir, just hold on a moment, will you?

That's my fault.

You see, the mark you, exceptness of the child,

would be subject to the usual, especially to tell you.

I see.

My dad suggests a coal at your house.

Tomorrow?

It's Sunday.

Might we say Monday, Pierre.

Into it.

Now then, as to the child's entercepence.

It's origin.

Where did it come from?

Why, Captain Vase?

A beg your pardon, Mrs. O'Reedon.

Excuse me, sir.

It's an urgent matter, Mom.

I'm urgent, confident.

Mr. Jonas?

Oh.

To...

To the Mediterranean.

Oh, hi.

To the Mediterranean.

And all his sale.

Alice, quickly!

I,

Sir, how still you know of me?

You seek out my parental origins, you seek out my livery-maker.

What else, Pray?

I had no need to seek fire to assure you.

Not with your name so constantly on the lips of Liverpool society.

Oh, hagossip munga tabouti?

Not quite, oh.

Opposuit of the Idyll and Vargas, sir.

Also of the purists.

Really?

Curious perhaps about my husband?

Mr Gladstone and his cronies interest me far less, Lady Fogarty,

than the refinements of Steve.

Refineness?

You are, so the gossip has it?

The driving force behind the phrase emerges in my...

at risk of appearing mercenary.

As well as an idle bog-trotting gossip munga, I must confess to a commercial interest.

Oh, well, er...

In short, I should deem it a considerable privilege to call on you

under less social circumstances and draw upon your expert knowledge.

Of course.

As a, er, cold merchant, I have frequent use for steam colliers now.

Ah, you're not yet, believe it.

Concerning the proposal of the royal toast, aren't let it please?

Some, or something else?

Thank you.

To business?

To business.

Really business?

She simply invested some money in steam.

Well, I hope so.

Oh, Charlotte's probably in bed.

Alice?

Sir?

Oh, there you are.

There's might have been bed.

Er, no, sir.

Oh.

A weather?

Took the carriage, sir.

I've decided, Seth. I'm coming with you.

On the Black Pearl?

My ship, too, isn't she?

I'm sailing with you.

But you can't?

There won't be another chance for me.

I've made up my mind.

Listen, Charlotte, you do this and I'll not take you back.

I'll not want to go back.

Ever.

But think of your family.

Your husband.

Husband?

Samuel has never been a real husband to me.

Here. Get this there, you.

Be anience, you know that.

I, but your children.

Anser and Lettie will love and cherish them.

This is a big step you're taking, Charlotte.

I know.

I mean, I've scunt prospects to offer you a crump working ship.

No cargo, spoken.

Never mind that.

There's these to sell if we have to.

Listen, are you quite sure?

Yes.

We're two of the kind.

We'll be good for one another.

Take me, Seth.

Please.

Yes.

Yes, by heaven I will.

Tom, jiggle button.

Full head of Stephen O'Hutcher's button.

Then I'll forgive and find the pilot.

Bye, Evan, Charlotte, who needs him. I will take you.

All right.

Looks like good place to go.

The ship's been taken the slack.

What's that for?

Recursion.

Against what?

She's well walked. We don't need an anchor on.

Oh, but don't we?

Well, I've got another one out after.

I want that double secure.

Before he arrives.

But when some of us move here, if we've made our anchors for an hour,

I'll feel likely settle on one, especially in this corny's tide.

You're quite a damn great hula through his hole.

Well, that's his look out, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

No, you listen to me.

He put tar in my old.

I'll put an anchor in his.

You can do that.

You are a commonly concerned for my arrival, aren't you?

I'm not so used by another man's ship.

Well, then, warn him of.

Pore him of.

But if he can't load from here, we're canny-load from here.

He can load in air as far as I'm concerned.

Them hawks stays port.

Huh?

Oh.

Well, well, well.

If he's gone, I hear.

Oh, news travels.

Captain Baines has a proper sense of duty.

He informed us last night.

Your aunt Letty was all for giving chase then and there.

She didn't know that she.

Captain Baines said you were against it for Heaven's sake, Samuel.

Why?

Well, what would you have me do?

Swarm on, but.

The children will, of course, come to me.

Oh, no.

Well, here is not the place for them, not now.

It's no different from how it has been.

The amount she cared for them.

Your mother is due to move in with me.

Where else should they be?

Here with her father, that's where.

Samuel, this may be a harsh moment.

No, Robert took my name and he'll stay in this house.

No, Samuel.

Isn't it enough to lose my wife without having my children go as well?

He's old himself and you to thank for it.

Well, my hope that did the damage.

Won't get himself much of a clay cargo now, will he?

You only don't think is full enough.

He could have moved properly alongside.

You play dirty, Mr. Anita.

Wept a lot less dirty than tar, Mr.

Granted, it was never the most successful of marriages.

That much was obvious to all of us.

With respect, aren't you hardly one to criticize?

I'm not criticizing.

On the contrary.

I'm sorry.

I'm simply saying we have to review the situation and be practical.

They stay here and that's final.

Mrs. Anita, may we have to stay?

Yes, yes.

Let him.

Samuel, I don't know.

Captain Vain says it still may not be too late.

As soon as they head through the men I see.

No.

Well, it's just not yourself to think of here, Samuel.

Uncle James wants to go chasing after her.

That's his affair.

When is he due back?

Captain?

At the earliest Tuesday night, given the fair win that is.

No way of contacting him before.

I could try a cable to call, will I?

I reckon it'd be loading by now and sailing when that's finished.

Well, then, this precious little to gain by it.

I can't see Mr. Anita chasing after you have been purges.

Needs of all the hand-to-clay contract to win from Imperial staffs.

You deliberately stole me.

Oh, that's all.

All right.

Actually, one of them trucks was cleaned through my hot piece.

Well, then, it should have known better than to anchor off the end of that wharf.

I mean, obviously, only trucks falling over the end would fall in just there.

Oh, it would have been lying right here at your...

I will have you, old lady.

Oh, any time, some as any time.

I'm obliged to Mr. Jonas.

My husband would not have been best pleased to have found us still here.

Well, there's little hope.

There was no impedent.

No, they're an as-to antecedents.

A foundlion left at my door.

No, not infrequently.

There was a note.

No.

What did I put it on?

There.

Thank you.

Betier.

A former employee.

Now.

I'm afraid fallen in circumstances.

The ma'am of her fortune in London.

Well, there's really only one fortune I know that would attract a Liverpool woman down there, I fear, ma'am.

What of it, Mr. Jonas?

Regrettably at St. George's, we have a definite rule.

Oh?

Excluding such offspring.

Hard on the likes of little lissies, isn't it?

I'm afraid it was so many contenders and so few vacancies.

Case of the sins of the model being visited on the child.

Bond to exercise priorities, ma'am.

And, of course, being a respectable Christian institution, you would never compromise your moral standing.

Not for a child born of a sinful union.

Perhaps you missed what our good lord had to say about fallen women, Mr. Jonas?

Please, ma'am.

Mrs. Enidin.

Yes.

Exclusion has nothing whatsoever to do with moral constraints.

Then what?

50 children, ma'am.

50 children.

The well-being of 50 children to be considered.

It's a heavy responsibility.

Are you suggesting that this?

Contagion.

Spreading unseen from child to child.

Do you fancy that I'd risk such a thing?

That child is free of infection. Free.

You can be so sure.

In the opinion of Dr. Porton, one of the finest, if not the most costly, practitioner in Liverpool, yes.

Nevertheless, where there is a rule.

Was?

I'm sorry.

Was a rule, Mr. Jonas.

It no longer applies, not to this little girl, any road.

Not if you want to look for one jot more patronage from either Lady Fogarty or Mrs. Sarah O'Nedin.

Dr. Porton, certificate of health.

Now, I'll thank you to take it.

And that poor child.

And we'll have no more said of rules or exclusions.

Thank you.

It will, lads.

Running free, eh?

No, Pottery wants an approving run.

Ah, yes, they're gonna get it.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Well, it'll soon take a whiskey, thank you.

It looks to be. You'd best do without.

One.

Whiskey won't bring her back.

I'll tell you, I don't want her back.

I saw you did.

Well, nor will it heal the wounds.

What news from the bank?

Has she taken a doll?

Ah, near enough.

You needn't shares as well.

Oh, I'm not denied that, Aunt Lattie. I'll draw the two.

Oh, I'm talking about Charlotte running off like that, looking for excitement and new life.

Happen Hill, give her more than I ever did.

Oh, now you listen to me, Samuel.

The only thing that that man loves Charlotte for is her money.

Oh, maybe.

Oh, as if all this wasn't enough.

Is there something else?

Problems with the bank.

How much?

4,000 would seem me right.

One per cent a month, eh?

I want no interest, Samuel.

No, no, let's be successful. Just a promise.

You will honour all the conditions and the sale of that factory,

including the 50 hour a week for my women.

Done?

Done.

Come on.

As soon you had them as her, if you couldn't manage it.

You reckon you'll get them back easier for me to?

Never.

Three out of commission.

Nothing promised for the Queen Antonio. Hard times, my lady.

Yes, thanks to Mr Gladstone and his proficant fiscal policies.

As you say.

So, what we need is one or two long haul contracts in, say, coal?

Now, that would help.

A Fraser-merchison line?

One moment, please.

The Viscount-Maston, my lady.

Good afternoon.

Yes, that would be convenient.

Here at the office?

Yes, of course. Goodbye.

Coming here?

As I was saying, Dunwoody. One or two handy contracts in coal.

Letty? I'm home.

Letty?

Yes!

I'm not a big talent.

Oh, James!

Don't you know what I'm saying.

Yes!

It's our meal.

I'm just all laughing at it.

Don't you know your old granddaughters?

All righty.

Oh, yeah!

A glass, sir.

Not at the moment, thank you.

I'm here to consult of socialize.

I had no better authority could you come to than her ladyship.

Excuse me?

Here, you can take this wretched toll with you.

It records a rather dismal turn in our freight fortunes.

Merely reflecting the general trend in trade, surely.

Or with the notable exception of the coal and steel industries.

Indeed.

Courtesy as ever of our friends from across the Atlantic.

Yes, sir.

That is where the future lies.

Thank you, Mr. Dunwoody.

You've travelled to America?

Ten years breaking it in, ma'am.

Luggier and ranching, panning for gold and your nuttin'.

So that's where you learnt your riding manners.

Ma'am, if I'd afford splashed you like that in the state,

so I could have looked for a bullet right here.

And deserve it, Lynn.

Instead, I got the full force of your tongue.

I'm far more devastating.

Just in.

You'll wake up.

I'll kill you all that self-urgence.

Sure, sure.

Make it off with my ship.

Oh, my daughter.

I didn't leave you the money, Leo.

Your heart's short.

My money.

Money's stolen from family.

Not in needle terms it would seem.

What are you talking about?

Well, apparently he and Charlotte formed some sort of legal partnership.

Partnership?

Well, they formed a registered company as mercantile traders.

I'll give him a good damn trend.

Yeah, and there's something else.

Damn, suggestion. I'll run him down.

Damn, steamship order.

Tives, you all right.

Of course I'm not all right.

But shipping my daughter all in one?

You don't have to give anyone a touch of fire.

No.

No!

I use your colliers to ship my coal.

You buy my steel for the Fogarty shipyard.

That is what I call a proposition.

I'll get done woody to draw up proposals.

Fine.

Joe, I've kept you late.

In the best of mutual interests.

And all from that chance meeting.

You would have thought it.

By the way, I bought a pottery firm recently, Imperial Staffs.

Clay contract open for 500 tons a month, if you're interested.

Most definitely, yes.

I've seen the agent tomorrow, man by the name of Granger.

I'll send him around with the contract in the morning.

Outfoxed out rogue summers, got rid of whatts.

He meant a rare triple.

So that's it. You got the clay contract.

I signed with Imperial Staffs tomorrow noon.

Good. And you're feeling better.

Yeah, we'll get you another cup of tea.

What happened about that child?

The orphanage taken?

Eventually, they were very set against it.

Well, horse child.

Thought they'd object.

It's wiggly, James.

The poor knights aren't at fault.

Why should they suffer for how they've come into the world?

Well, that's the way of it.

I thought I might do something about it.

Now promise you'll hear me out.

Well, I'm listening, aren't I?

Well, since I sold the factory, I've got a tidy sum of money lying idle.

I, money must be made to work. Now you put it into summers.

Well, that's just what I intend doing.

James, I want to start a home.

A home for waifs and strays.

Even for the children of fallen women.

Fallen women? It's lots and holes, you mean?

Here, look, you start looking after their plats and you'll only encourage them.

That's rubbish, James, and well-yim now.

It is not rubbish, let it go.

Oh, that's a pity, but the fact is I don't need either.

Oh.

Yeah, getting very single-minded these days, is it?

Bye, choice.

Anyway, little keep me out of your hair.

I'd rather do it with your approval, James.

Well, it is your money.

You usually get your way.

James, I'll need it.

I do not need it.

I do not need it.

I do not need it.