All language subtitles for y2mate.com - For the term of his natural life Part 2

I'm going to miss you, sir. I'm going to miss these hours of instruction.

Wait, wait, wait.

It does break the monotony of working on the train.

But you have your Bible, Devocupai.

And an old friend of yours arrives on the ship today.

The new commandant.

Captain Faire, commandant.

Nor are we, Mr. Jenkins.

He isn't the administrator in Hobart's house.

You found the paperwork.

T.T.S.

It's quite a amount of action, you know.

Which factors do your wife owes her very life to?

And she will accompany him.

In some months' time.

She will close out the Hobart house in the meantime.

Ah, I envy him.

Open up more eyes.

I think a wife had his side.

I'll take you a letter.

Keep the wife in my room again.

Take your mouth, man.

Sorry.

Good.

Take your...

I did take your advice, sir.

And wrote a letter to my poor, be required in Sydney.

But...

I decided not to send it.

Decided not?

Well, you know the reason, sir.

The commandant must read all letters sent by convicts.

Now, how could I possibly write such personal thoughts to my poor Sarah?

For other eyes to say?

I will take the letter on the ship with me when she says,

if you will assure me that there's nothing in it that the commandant might not read.

Bless you, sir.

Well, but do I have your word, John?

Read it, sir.

It is open.

I can trust you.

As a gentleman.

No, John.

I do not read private letters.

I will personally seal it.

And post it.

Thank you, Reverend.

Heaven bless you.

Now, your investments arise today.

All I leave for you, I shall apprise him.

Of your exemplary behavior.

Don't hurt the foreign act!

I need a movie.

I beg your pardon.

I heard you were getting a new commandant,

but I did not expect cat and flog.

Lower away, lower away.

Get your way, get your way.

Hurry up.

All right, come on, you son.

Now, what have we got here?

Can't be a convict.

He's too pretty for that.

I'm sure you were on the right ship, Miss Nancy.

Now, you're going to have to learn to pick up those dainty feet, Miss Nancy.

So get on up and give us a little dance.

Yeah, come on.

Now!

Sorry.

Dors!

Come here!

You there, water.

Are you meant to tro?

In a minute.

I am Reverend Jameson North, the new chaplain.

Captain Prayer informs me that you would have been my guide and a chore of inspection.

Certainly, Reverend, would this afternoon?

I would prefer to start immediately.

Hello, hagapal!

Hey, come on!

You, Jacqueline, look at that. Just come in on the ship.

Do you believe in God?

Not here.

Well, we got bagged in London. The reporters were all over us.

That was a bloody celebrity.

Ah, you can't help.

I'm not going to make it.

I know it.

We all think that at first.

I don't know if I want to.

It's always the next door.

Yeah, well, Royal Chief visited me in jail.

Oh, a real fancy lady.

Come on, she is.

That's true.

I did not royalty, but she was a real lady.

Oh, would you?

Her name was Lady Eleanor Divine.

What went Royalty? What with you?

She was looking for her son.

He was a sailor, supposed to have drowned on the way to India.

Why was she looking for her son if he was dead?

Of course she found out his name weren't on the crew list.

Thought we might have come across him in their travels.

She is undisapointed in you.

Haven't you learned anything I've tried to teach you?

Lady Eleanor, come to visit me.

I would have her.

What's she looking for?

I don't tell her. I knew where her son was.

Yeah, and collected a nice, fat reward.

And collected whatever English lady you can't get enough of.

While her husband was up chasing foxes.

Oh, that's a lot.

Ooh.

LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Come on, come on!

Hey, hey!

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Get it!

Come on!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh, come on!

Get out of here!

Come on!

Hey!

Oh!

How are you feeling?

Get back out, get back out!

Oh, Nancy.

It's murder this time, is it?

Mr. Chug.

I saw what happened.

This man.

Kirkland, isn't it?

Wasn't merely acting as a peacemaker.

Not the way I saw it, you reverence.

You will be reporting this.

Have two, you reverence.

But there'll be an inquiry and you can say it your way.

When?

Six o'clock tomorrow morning.

I'll be there.

I fell out your hair.

I'll open it.

I fell out your hair.

I'll open it.

I'll be there.

I'll open it.

I'll open it.

I fell out your hair.

I'll open it.

Come on, Dawes.

I want 50 of your best.

I don't flog, you know that.

I don't know that.

You will begin immediately, Dawes.

I'll be next.

You can start with me.

No.

I'd rather you do it.

Don't flog me anyway, and it'll be worse.

Please.

One.

Separate the cat, damn you.

Two.

Oh my God.

Three.

Four.

Oh my God.

Forty-six.

Forty-seven.

Stop them, Marvin.

You may be shemin' and time and give him water.

I thought so.

You can continue.

No!

No more!

I'm fetch a man with another cat.

I'll give you that man's fifteen and another fifty on top.

Stop!

Oh my God.

This man is innocent.

You're the only one who thinks so.

We look for you at the inquiry this morning.

Tie him up.

Doctor.

I...

I think Kirkland is dead.

This Mr. North, I believe you're right.

Strange.

Perhaps he had an internal disease.

A disease of the heart, maybe.

I'll do a post-mortem.

We'll see.

Gavics?

One.

Two.

Three.

Three.

I have nothing to say to you.

Reverend.

Mr. Dors.

I have written a letter to the governor in Sydney, giving him a full report.

And I will not rest until this dreadful incident gets a proper hearing.

I'm sure Kirkland will be pleased to hear that, Reverend.

I have nothing to say to you.

All my own invention, completely just a month ago.

This new relay system, we can get a message to any of the certain stations along the way in a matter of seconds.

All the way to Hobart town in about a minute.

What a pity it wasn't completed sooner.

I'm not sure if you're here.

It wasn't completed sooner.

I might have heard from you more than once in the past six months.

You know, I'm not much with a pen.

But now that you're here with me.

I've been planning this boat for a year, doors.

Look, my wife will even have a boat waiting.

How'd you manage that?

I've worked up the details and Reverend Meakin was kind enough to deliver them to her.

Well, about the semaphore.

Fray's going to be sorry he built it.

What do you say?

It'll just be Leslie, Charlie, Gabbit, Jimmy and us.

I don't like the company.

Don't worry about them, they're just decores.

One of you and me double back the other way.

Stop!

You've wasted your time if you're counting on her.

Don't forget I was in the courtroom in Hobart.

If she didn't help you then she won't now.

What do you say?

It's all set for tomorrow.

Look, you're the only one here beside you.

With brains I need someone like you.

Or maybe just me and I'll have a decoy for later.

I'm a home plant. You'll have to manage without me.

Hold on to me dear.

Shut down and do rough it.

Take those off train duty.

I don't want them anywhere near my life ever again.

There's a message coming through Harry.

One.

Five.

Seven.

Prisoner of scondons.

But George, Harry, there's been a bump.

One.

Six.

One.

With arms.

Come here, Harry, is it, go?

No, you're just making it fast, Freddie.

Just attend to your signals.

Captain Freire is waiting for an answer.

Send this message.

Signal sent to Eagle Hawk.

I know the code, so don't try any tricks, Freddie.

Here it is. Eight, five, three.

What's keeping your dandy?

Just sprinkling salt on Freddie's tail.

We're found an axe.

There's trucking capital and soot.

Now send this signal.

Six, three, one.

Watch point pure.

Why point pure?

Because that's where we're not going.

You're a foxy one dandy, Jack.

Just send the message.

We've got them, eh? Quincy?

Not exactly, Captain.

You see, the semaphore station on Signal Hill wasn't responding.

And we said Peterson up to investigate.

Jones and Tuttle have been out of commission, so to speak, for hours.

It was the bolt that sent the last messages.

I don't know if you can see it.

I don't know if you can see it.

Bloody John Ricks.

So much for your flies and honey theories.

You can tell the prisoners.

And from now on, this place is going to be run like a penal colony.

Not a damn boarding school.

And four weeks now I have watched this new community.

I have watched this new discipline clamped down like an ugly vice.

I've seen a man flogged for accidentally dropping his jacket over a so-called boundary line.

Men sent to the pepper mill and to the stretcher rack for reasons they can't even fathom.

The jails, even the solitary cells, are overflowing with the wretched devils.

You haven't noticed anyone trying to leave in the last two months, have you listened to?

The prisoners are obviously beginning to like it here.

The men slink into their huts at night like twibbed hounds to a kennel.

It has become a crime here to do anything but breathe.

I was sent down here to keep order.

And by God said I will do it.

But at what cost?

And the worst thing I've seen is your method of making constables of some of the prisoners and setting them to spy on their fellows.

Yes, I put that system into use of Mariah Island.

And I found it was a great success.

It is evil.

A system where treachery is rewarded is degrading and immoral.

Hardly immoral, Mr. Lord.

The previous chapter in the Reverend Meakin was strongly in favor of severe punishment.

He said it helped expedite the cells of the convicts into heaven.

I know that the Lord does not make mistakes, Mr. Frere.

But his servant, the church, does.

And I am afraid Mr. Meakin is one of those mistakes. He is a complete ass.

Ah, there you are my dear. Did you have a pleasant death?

I found a lovely shade dream here, a stream to read in the afternoons.

Oh, I forgot you to have met.

Reverend North. This is my wife.

I hope I didn't disturb anything.

Just a philosophic debate on convict discipline.

No hard feelings about our little discussion.

Would you care to say to dinner?

Please do, Mr. North. We could so use some fresh company.

Thank you, Robert.

Excuse me for interrupting, Captain. They want you down at your office.

They got one of the bolters there.

Well, Madam, I believe I have just solved the mystery of the French novels in the Captain's Library.

I have a copy of Borsacks, Nana, if you would permit me to drop it. My for you.

Thank you. I would like that, Mr. North.

Where are your mates, Scabbard?

Captain asked you a question.

Dead.

You've been gone over two months. How did you survive?

Some sailors found him on the point, sir, and brought him across.

Funny thing, Captain. They said he didn't seem hungry.

Get him ten lashes for himself and ten for each man that'll scape you.

We're all one and the same now anyway.

And then send him to the cow whites.

The bar will be ready, Jack. As soon as you finish the wood.

I'll never be finished with this bloody wood.

I'm so bored with this.

Sarah. Sarah.

Let's go to England.

Say you could join your old friends in their con games.

You'd wind up right back in Port Arthur without me looking after you, Jack.

We stay here.

Where I can turn you in as an escaped convict if you are not kind and loving to me.

Yes, strange woman.

To love such a villain.

A better man would be weary, some to me.

I've been thinking, Jack.

Why do we buy the two adjoining properties?

There's a fortune to be made on wool in this country.

What's this car?

Oh.

Oh. I got that from doors when he jumped me in the prison yard.

What did he do that for?

It's a little jester made about a lady who was looking for a son.

Next thing I knew I was fighting for my life.

I wonder why.

I remember if his doors didn't seem like a queer curve.

No, that might affect his heart.

I never known him to do anything about a reason.

Let me out team number one.

No.

It's that boy nice and straight. Nice and straight.

Keep your life.

Hang on.

Come on.

Come on. Now get that point going.

I can't find my quick. Come on.

I'm just going to give you some time.

I'm just going to give you some time.

I'm just going to give you some time.

You don't have to see us or see us.

Sophocles expresses the same idea and velocities.

But for some reason I can't quite quote it today.

It is indeed a beautiful boy, Mrs. Freire.

I never tire of Tennyson.

Here. Take it, Mr. North.

It is a gift.

Thank you.

I shall treasure it.

Back in line.

Come on.

I'm going to give you some time.

What are you doing, George?

Just passing the time, money.

Tell me if you hear the God.

You drink this, love.

You'll feel better.

Do a little bit down on the mouth, old girl.

Maybe I should get Dr. Tennyson to take a look at you.

I'll be all right in a couple of days.

Will you go to town for me?

It's the payment to foster for the land he sold us.

Cash it and give it to him before noon.

He'll have the papers ready.

Pick up something for yourself while you're in town.

One of those new shirts they brought him from London.

Good idea.

Thank you.

I'll make my apologies to Elsie Kennedy on the way back.

I promise to help her with her pickling this afternoon.

Don't explain me back too early.

Take me ages to get away from her black-o-mouth husband.

When you might as well bring them some of the mussin' while you're at it,

save you the trip Friday.

Right.

Well, better take the car, then, eh?

You try and get some sleep, love.

Whoo!

Seven out, team number one.

Oh, it's way nice. It's great.

It's great.

Keep your eyes low.

well I'll get my drink coming

Wow

saved Jimmy

How are you feeling, Moonie?

George.

Oh, terrible.

Hey, I know what I miss.

Freedom.

Free him.

I don't know what it is.

I miss most. It's really begging.

I'll get you the back, O.

You mean it?

Now it's 100 if you get cooked, lad.

I said I'd do it.

Next Sunday.

Do us.

Can anyone hear us?

Not if you speak quietly.

I've been sworn to be secretive about this.

You've been good with me, lad.

There's a bulk blend from the cow mites.

If you get yourself transferred, l?

Not interested.

I've got a plan of my own.

I built a boat.

goes out as fast to do self.

flowers.

There's not.

Take a rest in.

If I'd think a man like you could find a better way

to spend his free Sunday than to visit Lion room.

Although I believe you've been busy in your spare time.

Let's come to my attention.

Hello there, what's this?

I'm going to take this into moonie way.

You know the punishment for having tobacco.

I think I might enjoy laying on the first fifty myself.

Oh, thank goodness you find it, Captain.

What's this bothersome tear?

Thank you, sir. Very much.

You were as many lives as a cat, Dors.

I remember another time when you were almost dead.

And you, we, brought a cot of coal.

Did you really think it would work a second time?

And since you don't seem to appreciate your job in the fields,

we'll transfer you to the pepper mill in the morning.

Uh, since Elizabeth Betty led.

The preacher told me about the bolt from the coal mines.

When's it to be?

Oh, no, for a while.

They still got a lot telling they do.

Whose rush is it?

Gepits.

Mr. Jones.

Yes.

I'm making some inquiries about a member of the divine family.

Look, I mean, yes, yes, of course.

I understand you were in the employ of the divines.

I understand you were in the employ of the divines.

I'm not sure.

I understand you were in the employ of the divines.

For almost 30 years, sir.

Retired now with a pension and good character.

Hmm.

I, uh, I was hoping that you'd remember the sun.

Richard DeMann.

Oh, yes, sir, master Richard.

But I'm afraid his dead, sir.

Went down with a ship on his way to India.

Did he know?

I'm not so sure.

You're not positive they spent very little time together.

Master Richard was away at school for most of his youth.

And as soon as he was old enough, he ran away to see.

The last years, the years he'd remember.

His last trip was almost two years.

And when he did come home, the might say he would die.

It was for less than an hour.

Excuse me.

Now, Jarvis, I want to know everything that was peculiar about Richard.

Every gesture, every manner.

But, sir, it's been almost 15 years.

I'm asking too much for my promise of an even hundred a year.

This is the main bedroom.

Lady Eleanor occupies it.

Her brother, Mr. France, his weed, moved in after Sir Edward died.

His rooms are here.

And my role is Jarvis.

Master Richard slept here when he was at home, which was not that frequent.

Half regret.

Master Richard was away so much.

So much isn't good enough, Jarvis.

I want the day, a month, and year of all his comings and goings.

But, sir, after all these years.

Even Lady Eleanor would recall such details.

Perhaps not, Charles. But I will.

It's me, Moonie.

What are you doing here?

Doors?

Oh, they found me in the back of doors.

They threw me out the upstairs.

Yeah, I'll do the grinding.

I can't see the sack of four.

Doors?

I can't take this knife anymore.

Oh, I've got it in the skid plan.

What is it, Moonie?

You know it. You've seen it.

A couple of mates of mine did it last year.

You'll make draw straws.

The long straw gets a quick check it out.

The short straw kills him.

And they hang the short straw.

Right away, we're both out.

Not for me, Moonie.

I'm going to try the mine tunnel.

Well, it's in the worst cases, there.

They'll send me.

They're getting an early start this season with a planting.

Maybe if we double their labor, they could supply our settlement.

Or as their children want.

Sylvia, sometimes I think you're a little too harsh on me who your judgement is.

When we get to Point Pure, I'm sure you'll be most impressed

on the way we treat our young boys.

See this?

We put them to work and teach them a trade.

Keeps their little fingers busy on something useful to society

and away from thieving at which most of them are very adept.

Then when we turn them loose on society at the end of their term,

they then have a choice.

They can lead a useful life and work as honest men with a trade.

Do they?

Some of them are back already for the second time.

Do you flock to children?

It's required for discipline, Mrs. Freer.

But we keep the limit to under 20 lashes.

You'd be surprised to have heard what these young black guards get up to behind your back.

Look, why don't you go up to the Point and enjoy the scene

we want the left tenant tonight, finish the inspection.

We can't have you too tired for our dinner party tonight.

Mom?

What is it you might?

We want to know why you're Point Pure, Mum.

I can't revisit you.

How long have you been here?

I don't know exactly.

For three years, I think.

I haven't anyone ever kissed you before.

Poor little man.

My mother used to.

My fetch Billy.

This is Billy, Mum.

Billy never had no mother.

Kiss Billy.

You two poor babies.

Believe me, Sylvia, none of them have been sent here without sufficient reason.

But they're out for little humbugs.

And they're about to take advantage of soft answer like yours.

I can do it now. I feel strong.

You heard Max Tommy?

Not as much as a whopping.

But Tom, it looks that deep. Please don't leave me.

I can't leave you.

Now I can't leave you.

What was it the lady that kissed her and said to me?

Lord have pity on them two fatless children.

Let's say it to me.

Let's say it to me.

Lord have pity on them two fatherless children.

I know these young devils.

They do it out of spite.

Those two poor babies were driven to suicide.

Got a message back to point pure.

I want more careful supervision of the boys.

What a dude out of sight.

Those two poor babies were driven to suicide.

Get a message back to point pure.

I want more careful supervision of the boys.

What a dude out of sight.

Mr. Johnson, have them keep their bodies until I get there in the morning.

They are to receive a blessing before they're buried.

For suicide.

Send the message, Johnson.

There's no idle tool-catting.

I mean to do it this time.

The nonsense the convicts are always threatening to kill one of the guards.

It's best to pay no attention.

Please, Captain.

Transfer me.

No, by God, that'll be giving into them.

Do you think I could run this settlement if I tremble to every convict rumor?

The mission for transfer denied.

All right, fall in line and be quick about it.

And keep quiet for the captain.

The life of Ward at Troke has been threatened.

He was due to leave at the end of the month.

But I'm keeping him on.

One extra month.

In the meantime.

If you want to kill someone, kill me.

That's a fine pistol you have there, Jack.

It has a hair trigger.

Just the tiniest pressure will do it.

And if you do, every musket in this yard will empty into you.

And even if they'll miss, they'll hang you afterward for sure.

But do you think about it, Jack?

Maybe it's worth it.

Your life for mine.

It was only a game captain.

The pepper mill must have affected your mind doors.

You heard what I told cheers.

My life for yours, Captain.

Seems a fair offer.

You'll go with him, Jack.

I'd say you were in this together.

No!

Hawkins!

Bring Shears up in the morning.

We'll give him 25 for his little game.

As for doors, some time in the coal mine should call his temper.

Presenting to spies here, is he?

Maybe.

I'm not sure.

A prayer sent you to Spires here, has he?

Maybe.

When's the bolt?

I don't know nothing about no bolt.

If there was, you wouldn't be going.

If you don't take me.

You don't got it.

You'd kill you down here, Doss.

No one would know.

That's what you're gonna have to do, Gather.

No one!

I have one!

pending!

Then.

Agh.

Ridin' it.

Man.

Man.

Man.

Man.

Agh!

Man.

Ahh.

!

Oh!

Ow!

Ee.

T Selling lot of wood!

Now, what does Mr. cleaned the dirt?

I could kill you down here, Gabby.

And no one would know.

Tell him, B-doors.

Am I in?

We could use him.

Gabby.

All right.

Tunnels at the end of the North Shaft.

I'm going to get you.

Tunnels at the end of the North Shaft.

Is it finished?

It can only spare two minutes of time.

Take about three more weeks to break through.

What's the plan?

Soon as the tunnel's finished,

we're your first thing next morning.

That's only a 12-hour start.

There's nothing else for it.

If we don't go up at the end of the day,

then they come down after us.

Not if we're dead and buried.

You rigor cave in.

It'll take them a week to dig through.

And considering who's down here,

they may not bother to dig at all.

Almost to North, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten.

I'm sorry if I've detained you, Mrs. Frehrer.

No matter.

What should it be?

I think I'm in the mood for Robert Burns today.

Is that all right with you?

No.

No, it's not.

Mr. North is something wrong.

It's just that Burns, perhaps some Milton.

Milton?

Could we come from the North?

Could we come from Meissen-Barrone?

Mr. North, what is it?

It's this place.

The endless punishments, the hopelessness.

And other things, Mrs. Frehrer.

Yesterday, a prisoner in the pepper mill asked me for a rose.

I wore in my buttonhole.

Because it came from your garden.

He seemed to know you.

His name is Rufus Dors.

He was our gardener when I was a little girl.

I understand that later he tried to kill me. Kill us all.

Kill you.

I don't believe it.

Had it not been for my husband, he would have done so.

Only a monster could consider such an act.

How could anyone not love you?

Mr. North.

Are you feeling ill?

Yes, Mrs. Frehrer.

And it is a curious illness.

You are talking very strangely.

Well, if you will, excuse me, I must leave now.

And I would suggest that the less we see of each other, the better.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

I am feeling ill.

Not much honor in your profession as they are Mr. Hidgney.

Mr. Dunne, may I present Lady Eleanor DeVine.

Please, Mr. Dunne.

Your investigator has become famous for questioning every sailor with the initial R.D.

but I've already told him, I know nothing that can be of help to you.

Then why did you pay him?

Not to report back to me.

There are reasons, personal reasons, why I would rather not be questioned by solicitors.

You shall have your money back.

You must think me very foolish, Mr. Dunn, to continue searching for all these years.

But if ever I stop searching and hoping...

I understand, my dear.

And perhaps you could also find it in your heart...

To spare a moment for a bereaved mother?

Thank you, Mr. Eich.

Please, Mr. Eich.

May I describe Richard DeGoyne to you?

He had a rather intense eyes.

It's somewhat like yours.

He was ten inches above five feet in height, just as you are.

You're mistaken, my lady.

I'm more than two inches taller than that.

And his only fault was that he was perhaps ashamed too quick to anger.

And he had a habit.

I used to scold him about it often, when he was very young.

He was sitting backwards in his chair.

It's strange.

My mother never seemed to mind.

Tell me about your parents, Mr. Dunn.

What would they like?

Ordinary people from the north.

Yet you sound educated.

I've been travelling the world since I was twelve.

Sometimes time I had the good fortune to fall in with others about my station.

If you'll excuse me, lady Eleanor.

I'm sure your son will return someday.

Any son with a mother, such as you.

Richard!

Lady Eleanor, I'm not your son.

And if I were, I said if I were, you would wish that I were not.

In fifteen years of wandering this earth, there are things that happen to a man.

Fifteen years, Mr. Dunn.

You said you left home when you were twelve.

What difference? How many years?

Oh, Richard.

Do you think it matters what you have done?

All I know is that you're home.

Did you go out today?

No.

Reading some trashy novels again, I suppose.

We'll be eating in the dining room as soon as you're ready, Robbie.

Have you taken some mutton out for your own dinner?

Of course not, but that'd be stealing.

You're too familiar with the convict servant, Sylvia.

Did you invite Mr. North to dinner Friday, Morris?

You can't come.

So he has no time for social engagements these days.

I can't imagine what keeps the fellow so busy.

Morris, I want to visit my father for a while.

I'm lonely and I have no one to talk to.

You could talk to me more often, Sylvia.

I hate the life of the settlement here.

I have to get away for a while.

The lady Franklin has due in a few weeks.

I'd like to sail on it.

If you have no objections.

I imagine you'll do what you want to do.

You always have.

Maybe the chains will do you good.

You've been too down in the mouth of my liking these days anyway.

Why don't you take some salvon at all.

They say it works wonders.

Salvon at all.

You're a strange girl, Sylvia.

I've never really been able to understand you.

I'm not going to do it.

She's got her in.

No.

We've got to do it, George.

We're playing.

You're a skype player.

What I told you about.

You're so many.

I've got to look forward to another vlogging.

Another month in the pepper mill.

Would you all the straws?

No.

You draw a plant.

You win, Mooney.

Good.

Go to it.

Come on, Bland.

Who are you waiting for already?

I thought you might like to pry up here.

That's a nice thought.

George, do you think there is heaven?

No, there's a hell.

You think there is heaven?

I think I shall go there.

I know you will then.

Because you'll be good to me.

God bless you, George.

I'm going to go there.

Well, well.

Whatever you are.

It was like a simple case of murder.

Let's get the corpse out of here.

I'm surprised that you, Dawes.

Didn't think we'd get rid of you this season.

Oh, did he?

No matter.

Dawes will hang just as high as an accomplice.

No!

Unless you can convince a judge.

You wasn't that home last night.

Well, this happened.

I'm sorry.

Good morning, Uncle Richard.

I was just coming up to see you.

Not to discuss more of those tasks and business affairs, I hope.

I don't like these matters any more than you do, Richard.

I was obliged to administer your father's estate under the terms of his will.

And you've done so admirably.

I feel you should meet with the lawyers and sign the papers.

Oh, please, Uncle, let's not get involved with lawyers or papers just yet.

I would like to relax for a while.

It's just good to be home.

Good to be home.

Call me when you want to leave, sir. The outside door is closed.

Did the judge arrive on that ship?

I brought you something.

I know that it's forbidden for prisoners to have books, but this one is very small.

Thank you, Everett.

It'll help the days pass.

It'll help the days pass.

It may sound strange under the circumstances, but in a way you're a lucky man.

There was some bad trouble at the mines.

A cave in?

How did you know?

They happen.

A terrible tragedy.

I'm afraid that by the time they dig through all that rock...

You're right, Reverend. I'm a very lucky man.

I want to see the prisoner roof of the doors.

He's under punishment.

So I understand.

I want to see him now.

The commandant gave strict order.

Mr. Gimmick opened this door at once.

Mr. Gimmick opened this door at once.

This is an punishment. This is murder. Who ordered this?

No, come on. I'm Ty him.

Hi, Jarrett Muff.

Untie him.

Do you know who I am?

I order you to get this prisoner off immediately.

Poor man. How long has he been like this?

How about in our... It's a lie. It's been there almost five hours.

Why? Just because of a book?

Yes, ma'am. They found it in his cell.

Drickly forbidden, probably.

That is my book. And I wanted him to have it. Get some water.

Get him off this torture act!

I'm sorry.

It seems to me you spend your life being sorry, Mr. North.

You knew about that hours ago.

How could you permit something like that to happen?

Your opinion, Anthony, may be justified, Mr. Scram.

But I have limited authority here.

You have moral authority. Why don't you use it?

They're all cowards, Mr. North.

They released that prisoner when a woman merely raised her voice.

What the hell is this idea? You have been releasing prisoners? Captain Fray.

Well, I don't know who put it up to this meddling.

The man is probably going to hang, Mr. Fray isn't that enough for you?

I have a thousand other prisoners here, who are not going to hang.

My job is to maintain discipline.

And I will do it. If I have to kill a hundred doors.

You already have Mr. Fray. At least that number.

You are a murderer, sir. No better than the worst prisoner here.

It is only by a strange fate that you are coming down instead of conflict.

You're in a critical scandal!

If it went for your black coat, sir...

Women, priests and convicts.

A pack of whimpering, simmering fools.

How can you tolerate this dreadful place?

Leave with me.

I am leaving.

When the lady Franklin sails.

I sent my resignation to the governor a month ago.

I am sailing on the lady Franklin as well.

I think you'd miss Gona.

I should not see or speak to each other again.

Until we sail.

I'm terribly sorry about the bookstores.

I memorized every poem.

Would you thank her for me, Mr. North?

Her.

Sylvia, Mrs. Freer.

I want you to ask her one final favor for me.

It's important that I speak to her.

Before my trial.

Having heard the testimony of Ward of Troke and the confession of one of the prisoners, Jeremy Bland,

I'm prepared to render my decision.

But first I must mention that I am appalled at the inhumanity of the defendants.

I commit a cold and murdered of an old blind man who is dreadful.

I find it equally abhorrent to stand idly by and nothing to prevent it.

Therefore I sentence you both, Jeremy Bland and Rufus Dors,

to death by hanging on Monday, November 27, 1850, at six o'clock in the morning.

I want everything shipshaven all aboard. We sail within the hour.

Good evening, Judge.

Seems like old times, doesn't Mrs. Freer.

Captain, Mr. Johnson will take your bags.

Give way, men. Wait for Mr. North of the jetty.

If he misses the ship through your laser, let your paper end.

North came aboard earlier.

Then he found he'd forgotten something.

Can't miss the tide. If he's late, you'll be there without him.

Trade, I can't give you admittance, your reverence.

Must have a written order before you can visit a prisoner under sentence of death, sir. I'm sorry.

You don't think I'd come here without a thumb, would you, do you?

Well, being a resident or I guess.

Be a man, take a sip of this. You'll have chill to the bone.

I waited.

I waited for a visit. A word. A message.

I thought, till the moment, I was sentenced to die.

At least tell me what she said when you asked her.

I... I didn't ask her. I've not seen Mrs. Ferris since that dreadful day in the stretcher room.

She leaves for Sydney tonight.

She could have testified for me at the trial.

Testified? About what?

I saved her life when she was a little girl.

Freya promised me a pardon.

If I'd had a chance to speak to her, she would have remembered.

She was my last hope.

Oh, my God, what have I done?

You cannot think worse of me than I do myself.

Who's that?

You walk around, you reverend.

No, you can keep him.

I will want that flask, however.

So drink up, man. Come on, drink up.

I've forgotten something.

Don't block the door. I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Quickly, Mr. Doris.

Put this on and keep your head done.

The guard is drunk and the main door is open.

It's your only chance.

There's a boat waiting the journey which will take you to the ship.

My cabin is at the stern on the port side. Go in and lock the door.

And what happens to you?

I'll say you are a part of me and escaped into the bush.

Now go, the ship is due to leave.

But take care, Captain Blunt and the judge.

And Mrs. Freya on all one board and know you.

Who's that?

I'm trying to get a run for your reverend.

I only need a head against the ship.

Is this your home?

Oh, there. Thank you, Mr. North.

Made too much time, sir.

Jumping, sir.

You're doing all right tonight.

Put your arms underneath your arm.

Jump her off.

Hey, you're hot, Dad.

Just tucking your inside before the ride.

Pass that car.

We can't wait all night, friend.

He the head, Mr. Patrick.

Prepare to walk back there.

Look, machine, I can't.

I have to know.

Have a good boy.

Be late, man.

I'll show you.

I'll shake your reverence.

Hold up the off, maker.

Go on, machine.

Mr. Freya, son.

I'll show you.

That's a gun from the shore, sir.

They're burning a red light.

Must be prisoner escape.

Shall we lie, too?

Jump Freya, hunt down these bloody prisoners.

I don't ask him to sail my ship.

I'll show you.

Yes?

You didn't, Reverend.

I'll show you.

Just leave it at the door.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

It's still nice.

It's still not for you in there.

I'll show you.

Well, have you seen Reverend North?

Well, he's still in his cabin, man.

He hasn't been up on deck.

He's been sick since we sailed.

It's odd, though.

He's eaten some hearty meals.

I'll show you.

Mr. North.

Are you feeling better tonight?

No.

Yes?

It's Johnson, ma'am.

We've docked.

Thank you.

A message from the Reverend North for you, ma'am.

Yes?

He's still a bit under the weather and says you'll stay in his bed a while.

He'll pay his respects to you and Major Vickers when he gets his land legs back.

Thank you.

Can I give you a hand with your bags, ma'am?

No, I'm not quite ready yet.

Thank you.

I've missed you, bumming.

I've missed you, bumming.

I forgot my hairbrush.

I'll get it for you, Sylvia.

No, no, I'll get it.

I know where it is.

I'll get it.

I'll get it.

I'll get it.

I'll get it.

I know where it is.

I'll get it.

I think I remember packing it in my small bag.

Your darling, Bob, it's not like you at all.

Mr. Hart, may you open this place up?

Any sign of storm damage down there?

The small drags above the waterline captain.

Please repair him.

Bye, your reverence.

Hey.

Happy eight.

Try the stop.

Whoa, there.

Whoa.

Mr. North.

Where is Mr. North?

At Port Arthur.

He helped me get away.

Why?

Because he knows the truth.

He knows that I never harmed you and that it was I who built the coracle.

We had to kill your pet goat.

You named her Robinson Caruso because she was marooned with you.

And you helped me build a raft to float to the island of goats.

You were the queen.

And we were all your faithful subjects.

Caracle?

Yes.

We waited for you.

We waited for you all day long to come back from goat island.

The ocean.

Good Mr. Dawes.

You were my guardian angel.

And I would...

Who was that?

Reverend North.

The settlement chaplain.

He was sick the entire voyage poor man.

Let's go home for part.

All right, Captain.

See you.

Good.

I'm intruding at all.

I'm intruding at all.

I'm sure Richard would be delighted to see you.

Ah.

Richard, we have a surprise for you.

An old acquaintance of yours.

But of course.

And a wonderful surprise it is too.

Why don't you take Mr. Williams' surprise?

You take Mr. Williams into the parlour.

I shall have tea sent in.

Yes.

Ah, wonderful to see you again, my dear.

I was in London yesterday on business.

I own a millinery shop in Edinburgh now.

And while I was in London, I thought of you.

Ah.

Edinburgh and the autumn.

It was Glasgow then, Richard.

What matter the place?

You promised to return.

I'm mine. I'm bought, you said.

Well, you were so good with foreign languages, my dear.

You, uh...

You always amaze me.

You don't remember me anymore, do you, Richard?

You don't even know my name.

Well, Frank and my dear, I don't.

You see, I've been trapping the world for so many years.

It's impossible to remember every face I see.

Charming as he was my knee.

But, sir, no matter.

What can I do for you?

Is it money or what?

What's this all about, Richard?

I'm building a store.

I heard.

But where do you expect to find customers in the bush?

I'll be here.

I'll tell you what.

I'll buy a pound of your flour to make all your hard work work.

I'll buy a pound of your flour to make all your hard work work.

I'll buy a pound of your flour to make all your hard work work.

It's not for sale yet.

But here you've got the 2,000 pounds of damage sugar in your store.

I'll give you times of pound for the lot.

If you've got the money.

I'll pick it up Tuesday.

Why don't you come back and work for me, Richard?

You were a good shepherd.

But I don't think you'll make a success as a store keeper.

Mr. Loftus, may I offer you some advice?

I think you should purchase the home station.

Why? My rent is almost nothing.

My guess is that there'll be hundreds of dollars in the store.

I'll give you a hundred dollars.

I'll give you a hundred dollars.

My guess is that there'll be hundreds of men camped here before two months of past.

Will you keep this a secret until I get the papers fixed?

If you'll sell me 500 of your prime sheep in the mountain paddock.

Done.

Keep it for the sheep and I'll owe you another 110 pounds.

Why don't you dig?

When this gold field opens up, there'll be half a world here.

Well, they find gold or not.

They're gonna need picks, pans, cradles, saddles, food, shovels and all the rest.

So far I've found a few small nuggets.

I may never find another one.

Digging is just a lottery.

My way, sir.

I'm going to the way you store.

Come on, I won't let me go.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

I'll get out of there.

Help.

All right, all right.

Let me know.

Can I help you, Inspector?

Uh, see.

Ah.

Muffled salt.

Pickaxe.

Gursus.

Goodbye, see you later.

Goodbye.

That way is better on the left.

And scared.

Gursus.

Come on, you idiots. Get this door broken.

About time. Sorry, sir, but I've already retired.

If I miss this cell.

Please, sir, let me help you to your doctor. Get away from me with you.

Now look what you've done.

Loves are you open?

How sweet is that, Regent?

No, you can do that later. Get me some sire.

Where is everyone?

This place is full of ghouls.

Ghouls!

Ghouls!

Wait for that, erm...

It's too early for half that time.

I'll get her to join me, if it's on the server.

Shake your hands off me, your fools.

I'll have you this mist for this.

If you get...

Come, come.

I think by tomorrow you'll have leveled this entire valley.

Hola, smothers, kiddo.

She will not let me.

She's a shellless one. She wants everything to keep herself.

She will not tell me her secret.

Maybe you'll keep her up too late at night.

She needs to sleep too.

I think you'll make her angry.

Perhaps a warm fire and an early night will put her in a better mood tomorrow.

Do you like it here?

At night, see.

To come alone.

He probably seemed to bother you.

With my father, it was his dream to be the ghouls filled.

But he's dead on the ship, and he never see a ghouls filled.

But he's dead on the ship, and he never see a ghouls filled.

But you have?

You'd be proud.

His daughter built a mineshaft.

Oh, not a very good one.

And he does not find me gold.

You want to return to Spain?

No, it's without gold.

I laugh at my father.

I know it didn't laugh.

There are other ways to find gold.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

Hey, should we pay for a license before we make a strike?

You shouldn't.

That's why the miners ride.

The Tyrone Fields.

The troopers here won't stand around.

Maybe not.

But you have to get yourself organized and take some kind of a stand.

We'll stone the next trooper that rides in here to check the license.

The gold fields belong to those who are wacken.

I'm not suggesting violence.

There are other ways.

That man will wait in the store.

What's his name?

Richard Reed, the unseless Thor.

Did you know him?

I thought I did.

But I must be Mr. Ed.

A stranger came to the store today to talk to the miners.

He said he saw it in usual.

What did he look like?

He was in the close of a man of business.

His neck was of wood, I think.

I'd rather not see any old acquaintance here.

Is a problem.

A long time ago, I was accused of a crime I didn't commit.

And I was transported to Van Diemen's land.

Mr. Convix.

I escaped.

And now they look for you.

Did this man ask for me by name?

No, Perot, if you do nothing, Ron, you must get a lawyer to tell them it was a big mistake.

It's not that simple.

When I was at the prison settlement, there were other things I did do.

Perot, you're family.

They're in England.

I think I'm dead.

I think I'm dead. And it's better that way.

When did this cop?

Last week, sir, he was delivered to the family house and was sent on down here to London by your mother.

With duds.

I hope there's nothing wrong, sir.

Nothing even further will ask, except that I should have had this immediately.

You just got back from Paris last night, sir, and I thought, can't you see? It's Mark Durgent.

Can you read? Can you spell?

Hmm?

I'll never mind. Get out.

Yes.

Mr. Debye, good to see you, sir. Your dinner has already been ordered.

Mr. Debye, sir.

You didn't expect to see me again, did you?

Sir, I never really meant it.

Hush, my dear. Richard. It must be Richard now, I suppose.

This isn't the time for explanations.

The world may know you as Richard Debyein, but to me, you are merely a runaway husband and an escaped convict.

If you don't sit down and eat your supper in a civil manner, I shall call for the police.

I'll call for you.

Just to think, I have spent half my life getting you out of trouble. And what for?

I'm truly sorry, Sarah.

Things just happened.

I've traced your actions from the day you arrived in England.

I know your continental trips, your journeyings here and there searching for your clues.

I know you have done everything you have done.

I've pieced together the puzzle, as you have done.

And I know that you're ruining an innocent family.

Since when have you become so virtuous?

Since I began using my head, I'm a rich woman in New South Wales, and I don't have to resort to trickery anymore.

I've come to take you back with me. Richard.

Well, you may be what you call rich, Sarah. But not near as our wealthy and powerful as Richard Debyein.

I have a house in London with my own stables. I give you yacht and cows.

I have a villa at Bronte and I'm set for life, Sarah.

Are you?

When I first saw it, I thought it looked enough like you to warrant spending a lot of money on investigations.

And here you are. But for how long?

What about the man's identity of stolen? What if he sees the picture?

That's impossible.

Mr. Richard Debyein is to all intents and purposes. Dead.

You're certain?

Positive. I can assure you there's very little chance of Mr. Richard Debyein ever turning up here.

Good.

Then you're not concerned that a man who calls himself Rufus Dors escaped from Port Arthur more than two years ago.

You're not concerned about the man who calls him Rufus Dors?

Rufus Dors? Are you sure?

It doesn't matter. He probably never made it away alive.

You did?

Well, even so, he couldn't afford to expose me. He'd be signing his own death warrant.

But maybe he could afford to kill you.

I seem to remember he tried to kill you and you merely mentioned his mother's name.

Goldfield drop ahead, Major. This is where you can get your provisions.

Get out of here.

I'll get the goods, sir.

You wait inside the carriage where it's all. I need to get the circulation going.

The horses are watered and fed. I'll see you inside the store.

I'd like a hot tea, please.

I'll wait for these provisions. Bitter outside.

I'll just apply flour and mucking. We're well stocked.

You muttoned this, two shillings a pound.

Expense?

Provisions are scarce in a goldfield.

Yes, of course. I'll have six pounds of flour, ten pounds of your mutton.

That tea for the gentleman, please.

I'm stopping off at my friend's property on the way to Sydney. He's a new settler.

That ought to keep him going for a while.

Anything on that list you don't have?

I have everything, sir. Good.

I'll take my tea by the fire. Thank you.

That seems to be everything. Let's go, driver.

Who was that, man? Major Bicos.

His son-in-law's the superintendent of all the jails in the colony.

Captain Freya's station in Melbourne now. I saw him once last year.

He says us Victorian troopers are the best in the colony.

Does Mrs. Freya live in Melbourne also?

Her cheat was still living with her father in Sydney.

There's better for her health there.

Police Mrs. Freya.

Someone who gave me hope.

Sorry, Captain Freya.

I'm not in the business of hunting down criminals.

I'm more likely to represent them in a court of law.

Not this one.

I don't think any real lawyer would want him for a client.

I am in no position to choose my clients that carefully, Captain.

Now, if you please excuse me.

I'll pay you handsomely for any information regarding Rufus Dors, Mr. Willis.

Are you sure the man you're looking for is in this area, Captain?

No, I deal with it.

But I can put myself in the shoes of these champs.

If I was going to hide out, the gold fields were light-head for us.

Hey, good morning.

That man who was asking about you was to hold the leg.

It's a problem.

Maybe not.

I'm not going to do anything.

Sell North End house? Why for heaven's sake?

Well, if you ask me to take the responsibility of your hands, I am.

I'm selling everything.

To family home.

The grilling ribbons carvings in the dining room are the finest in England.

I can't help that. I just need the cash.

Where would you find a buyer?

North End must be worth, well, at least half a billion.

Well, I've already spoken to some people who all cut it up into building allotments.

And you'll tear down North End?

This talk of a suburban line with the terminus at St. John's Wood.

Richard, surely you're jesting.

I'm dead serious.

My wife's error.

Oh, yes, sir.

I was married on the continent last month.

Well, Sarah, I once delivered America for a while.

Oh, my son.

I'm sorry, Francis. I have tried, but I just cannot like him.

But he shall not sell this house.

You can't prevent it, Ellen.

If he is my husband, I'm sorry.

My son.

I can't prevent it.

If he is.

Between Richard and myself, there is a secret.

A shameful secret.

If the man who claims to be my son does not know that secret,

then he is an imposter.

I'm sorry.

Maybe you should have come with me.

From now on, Jack, where you go, I go.

I wonder why she said I should come and learn.

She can't possibly suspect anything after all this time.

Can she?

I asked to speak to you privately, Richard.

You can have nothing to say to my husband, Madam.

That is not my duty and privilege to hear.

Very well.

I am forbidding you to sell Sir Edward's property.

Phobidding me.

I am only doing what my father's will allows me to do.

Have you forgotten what took place in this very room 18 years ago?

Don't you remember why you left this house where you were born?

This house which you now wish to sell to strangers?

What is the point of this, Madam?

My husband.

The point is, Madam.

This man may be your husband, but he is not my son.

Something must have disturbed you, Mother.

Or you would not make such an accusation.

My son and I shared a terrible secret.

One which you seem to know nothing about.

I would rather, I did not know.

And you perhaps would rather not hear it.

After all these years, I think I am strong enough to hear the words, if you know them.

You said that I am Sir's husband, but that I am not your husband.

The truth is, I am your son.

But I am not Sir Edward's son.

You are merely guessing.

Perhaps I can also guess the name of my real father.

Let us say, my real father is your cousin.

He is my armagill wade, Lord Belisette.

I am tears, Mother.

Nothing has changed.

Your secret is still safe with us.

Don't you see what this means?

I can still stop you selling, O'Vend.

You have no right to the inheritance.

As a bastard, the law allows you nothing.

I understand that, Mother.

But if we insist upon the letter of the law, how can we continue to protect your secret?

How could we prevent you and your family name from becoming the scandal of London?

How could you not have the secret to the law?

Now, how in the world would you know about that?

The upper class.

They only think they have secrets from their sounds.

Rich, how old?

Why is it you got tonight?

It's not another woman.

I wish it was.

If you go to see that man who gives you the note, no?

Yes.

Rich, out. Don't go.

Por favor.

He means me now, Ham.

Tarot, you don't know that.

If he meant to turn me over to the authorities, he would have done so.

Then why he asked to see you?

He wants money, I would say.

Or what?

For his continued silence.

What will she do?

Give it to him.

I'm going to get a drink.

I'm going to get a drink.

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I'm going to get a drink up.

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I'm going to get a drink up.

I'm going to get a drink up.

I'm going to get a drink up.

I'm going front to Ever meters die.

End this exercise that causes you to gastplane the

Alaska helicopter.

I'm going to Vuers.

ink It up.

Cortez Cutting.

Olive cleaning.

SCuka banging.

Sleeping at this location,

sleeping at the end cone.

Food and gas.

Come in, Mr. Wade.

Or should I say, Mr. Dawes?

What do you want, Mr. Willis?

Blackmail.

Well, here all after gold, Mr. Dawes.

Each and our own way.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Except for me, Dawes.

Sorry, Dawes.

This isn't what I intended.

I was just going to hit you for a chunk of money.

But this persistent fellow,

guest my motives,

and followed me here.

It's a good thing for you that I did.

Do you think for one moment he'll let you leave this place alive?

No, Mr. Willis.

This is the only way that you make any money out of this.

I'll make sure that you're in for your fair share of the reward.

Put those on him.

And be very careful not to get between us.

That was quite a trick you and that really mouth minister worked.

Tell me, Dawes.

It was my wife in on it too.

I've spent a lot of time and money working towards this moment.

Shame it's all gone to waste, Captain.

Don't turn, Mr. Frei.

I have a pistol pointed at a very vulnerable spot between your shoulder blades.

I don't believe you.

I hope you're not going to demand proof, Mr. Frei.

I'll just set your pistol on the table and step away from it.

You're a fool, Willis.

If you let that man walk out of here, your life will never be safe.

Think about it.

No matter what he promises to pay you.

You don't understand, Mr. Frei.

He's already paid me.

A long time ago.

Do I know you?

You were the one who encouraged me to study.

One and one are two.

Two and two are four.

It's been 18 years since we sailed together on the Malabar.

The little 11-year-old boy you taught to do sums.

The blinker.

Now, old friend, what do we do with him?

Looks like we've got a tiger by the tail.

We can tie him up and leave him here.

This shack's not being used.

In four days' time, I'll send an anonymous note to the troopers.

Oh!

You hit.

A little carpentry will fix my wound.

First time I was ever grateful for a wooden lake.

It's dead.

I'm sorry, I got you mixed up in this.

Oh, I was always in it.

This is a memento from a common dunt who thought it was a good idea for young boys to help bail water at the bottom of a quarry.

In spite of the frequent rock slides.

I was luckier than my mate Timmy.

I only got my leg crushed.

These oars will be found soon.

But it'll be weeks before they discover the body.

Give you a chance.

Give you out of the way if you're worried.

And what about you?

Of no connection to Freya.

Anyway, I'm leaving for England at the beginning of the month to lobby for the miners.

Why don't you come with me?

To England, why?

On the Malabar, you told me you were innocent.

If that's true, maybe I can get you a new hearing.

I have no more faith in British justice now than I did then.

But there is something you can do for me in London.

I'd like some word of a lady.

An old love.

Just a lady who was once very kind to me.

I'd like to know how she is.

Her name is Lady Eleanor Divine.

And I think she'd still be living at...

I know where she's living.

And I can give you word of a right now.

She's fine.

Do you know her?

No.

There was no article on a newspaper when I was in London last.

Her son had just returned home after being missing for years.

There was a while ago.

Michael, where are you here?

He's madam.

I'd like to see Mr. Wade, please.

He's not here.

My help, you.

Will he be back?

He sold his store.

He left two months ago.

I don't know where he went.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Your Mrs. Fredo, no.

Yes.

Have we met?

He speak of you.

Thank you.

Careful, Uncle.

I believe that particular item goes with the same house.

I'm well aware of that.

I was the one who purchased it for Sir Edward.

I picked it up for a song.

The fact that it's worth far more today...

Is it tribute to your shrewd foresight?

Yes, I know that, Uncle.

You've told me, often enough.

Now, if you'll finish packing, what is yours?

I'm expecting the buyers in here at any moment.

They'll tear all this down, you know.

Lovely old carvings will become firewood.

As it should be, Uncle.

Those chunks of wood have warmed the souls of the Devines for long enough.

It's time they...

...finished warmth...

...for the bodies of others.

Progress, Uncle. Progress.

We should not stand in the way.

Huh?

You knew what I'm realizing from the sale of this old shag.

Take the bar, Uncle.

My parting gift.

They're here.

Of course they're here. You're expecting them.

Yes, but I never really believed it until this minute.

Half a million pounds.

Sarah, do you realize how we can live in America?

Live there.

We can buy it.

And Lady Eleanor?

Well, she has a three thousand a year.

Plus a tidy sum, but away I'm sure.

Big pardon, sir, but they're too gentle in here to see you.

Gentlemen.

Oh, yes, I almost forgot.

Share them into the study. Would you reason?

I've done that, sir.

Good.

Then tell them I'll be along shortly.

Welcome to North End, gentlemen.

As the Spanish are fond of saying,

my house is your house.

I'm Henry Collins, a Mr. Randolph solicitor.

This is my wife, Mrs. Devine.

I have all the papers here.

Good.

Then we can go right ahead.

My solicitors have gone through everything and assure me all is in order.

Well, then it seems the signatures on the final documents are all that remain.

Oh.

Oh, of course.

Mr. Randolph's check is signed and ready to be turned over to you.

Well, gentlemen, perhaps a glass of sherry.

Sarah, would you ring?

Could we get on with it, Henry?

I don't mean this as an abuse of your hospitality, Mr. Devine.

But if I toasted every deal I made, I'd scarcely draw a sober breath.

As you wish.

You're quite right, Mr. Randolph. It's best we get on with it.

I can tell you, sir, Mr. Devine, it's not with his dad.

And this won't take but a moment.

I'm sorry, sir, but he's with important gentlemen.

He's he now.

Well, I've always felt about a rather important check myself.

I'll talk to her and take a later.

What is it, reason?

This gentleman and citizen on barging in, sir.

Shall I send for a constable?

A dreadfully sorry to disturb you, sir.

Well, what is it?

Mr. Richard Devine.

Count this weight.

It's a matter of a grave urgency, Mr. Devine.

You see, I'm making inquiries about an escaped fellow.

Name of Rufus Dawes.

We are busy at the moment.

But if you'd leave your card, my husband will call on you.

Would Thursday be convenient?

Would for me, madam.

But I happen to know that you're booked on the Manchester,

which sails for America at noon tomorrow.

There is obviously no mistake.

I've never even heard of this, sir.

Strange that you haven't, Mr. Devine.

You see, we have positive proof that this Rufus Dawes and Richard Devine

are one in the same person.

That may well be.

But I am not.

Richard Devine.

I don't understand, sir.

We'll just do our, you then.

My papers will explain everything.

The top drawer, Sarah.

Share them.

Stand very still, gentlemen.

I know how to use this.

I wouldn't suggest leaving in a hurry, gentlemen.

We may be waiting outside.

It is too much convenience.

The facts are not easy anymore, Mrs.

Harvard won't meet before.

That is not easy, though.

The facts are now juvenile.

Excuse me.

Good night, just...

Far out of this.

Hey!

Come on!

Whoa!

It's...

It's here!

Here!

Come on!

Here!

Come on!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

Here!

It would appear your performance was most convincing.

Thanks, Mr. Wade.

It's a shame the audience didn't appreciate it.

I apologize if there was any danger.

Danger, Mr. Wade.

I've been far more danger on the stage at the Haymarket.

But for a lot less money.

I'm sorry you were in convenience, gentlemen.

I'm Richard Wade, a distant relative.

The name is reason I understand.

Be good enough to ready a carriage for the gentleman.

I'm afraid theirs is temporarily in use.

I'm still interested, you know, if whoever is really in charge of it decides to sell.

I doubt that will ever happen, sir.

Richard, I heard it disturbing. Is everything all right?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Major Bikas.

My servant tells me that you're inquiring about a Richard divine.

Yes, madam.

Is he at home?

Richard divine is dead.

I understood the gentleman who had been living here for the past year.

Under the name of Richard Wade was...

Is the son of my late cousin.

Esme, I'm a girl wade.

Lord Bélissus.

I see.

I take her to the house.

I take it then that you, our lady Eleanor divine.

And my son Richard has been dead for almost 20 years.

I see.

I'm sorry.

It was not my intent to disturb you, lady Eleanor.

I'm not the bearer of hill tidings.

Major Bikas.

Mr. Dors.

I'm delighted to see you.

I wish I could say the same, Major.

I was about to inform Lady Eleanor at the time the bearer of welcome news.

There was quite a charade you and Sylvia played for me at Sidney Darts.

She was always kind to me.

I trust she as well.

She's quite well, thank you.

She informed me that you were indeed promised a pardon by my late son-in-law Captain Frig.

Between your lawyer Willis and Sylvia, I was persuaded to ask for a re-examination of your case.

Richard is innocent.

Oh, Bélissus was alive when they parted and he gave Richard that watch.

I've been here a month now.

Having the original trial records re-examined.

There are several other contradictory elements that didn't come up at the time.

Elements that show a completely new light on your original conviction.

Now, as to the charges that have been brought against you since.

As I hold myself personally responsible for a great deal of those troubles,

I persuaded the governor to quash those charges also.

An unconditional pardon from the crime.

An unconditional pardon from the crime.

In the letter for my daughter, she's living with me in England.

A dinner invitation, I believe.

Good, Mr. Dawes.

My father and I request the pleasure of your company for dinner.

At three ills this Sunday afternoon, at one o'clock on the 24th day of July.

You'll be pleased to know the Aphrodite Rose flourishes well in English soil.

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