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And now.

You.

Thank you.

Please you.

You

I say hello.

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see shall give up our dead and the life of the world to come through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who at his coming shall change our wild body, that it may be like his glorious body according

to the mighty working whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy

Ghost be with us all forever more.

Amen.

Get the crew back to their posts on the complex below decks and hurry along.

I'm coming from so high are you?

Get him out!

Go away.

Get those comics below.

Hey, there's no YouTube brand him or faith.

You'll not be saying.

Ah!

Thank you for the incident.

You're all remaining irons for a week.

You have it a cup of it, said. Get the love.

It's not far, darling.

You now move on.

Well, Mr. Ryder, I'm not sure how I am to conjure up a new servant for you in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

You have to ensurely amend the women below decks.

There must be. Some qualified as the mystics.

But they are felons, Marm.

Convicts.

We are, in fact, looking for one convict woman in particular.

Before we embarked at Portsmouth, my wife heard of a girl who might be aboard.

Badness.

There are savage heathenish bunch.

I should be glad when we get the ship to Botany Bay.

Some of these women are no better than...

Captain, when we arrive in New South Wales...

The government will assign to us any convict they're pleased to.

I prefer to take a risk on my own judgement here.

Get below! Don't mind me there!

McCree!

What is this woman's name?

Webster, Lee, Green...

Newton...

Oro Smith.

How can I be expected to find any names?

No dates? No details?

The riders are fools to expose their children to some dirty, ignorant convict woman.

Any case, she's probably dead.

Well, if she spent months in the filth and disease of New York Prison...

No, how most of the willing convicts got their food to keep alive.

How the government in New South Wales knows what to do with these people?

Not a sign of whether it's a thief on a seven-year sentence...

Or a murderer to be detained for life.

It's nice, Lee.

We could be consigning the gentleness's rider to a bloodthirsty killer.

Far more likely the wench stole a plump high because she was starving.

There's the blind injustice of it.

For the worst crime, or the most trivial,

British law transports them to the other end of the earth.

They're clay.

Those are the ideas which brought France to the point of revolution.

I didn't know this republicanism had spread to Scotland.

Oh, wilder.

These Scots are the simple people.

We believe that justice should be just.

She is on this ship.

Dance!

It's your 30 minutes to abandon the pressure of another.

Peace, silent!

You know the punishment for fighting?

Why you all have to make this long voyage even more miserable is beyond me.

I would have passed much quicker if I would spend it with you.

Silence!

I'm here on Captain Daughters to see if there is a man who has a certain convict woman called Dane.

Sarah Dane?

Well, no one has that name.

I am Sarah Dane.

Did you stop this disturbance?

You ought to be flogged.

Why should I let this scum get their filthy hands on my rations?

What press?

You steal the rope and let this stop!

Hey, you're back!

Did you hide silence?

I'm not going to have a word out of you.

Come on!

Stop!

I'll see you later, Sarah.

Tell the other officers to make more of us down in here!

One more word out of you and you'll all be stuck deck exercise for ten days!

I'll see you later.

Will you move, Miss?

The wind blows so fresh left-handed.

You take it for granted.

I've spent months down in that foul place.

Well, if you're locked up down there, it's your own fault.

Why?

People are locked up for the slightest offense.

Move!

Wait here!

Inside!

You are Sarah Dain.

Yes, ma'am?

I understand that you have had experience in domestic duties.

Yes, ma'am.

Have you ever taken care of children?

No, ma'am.

Oh.

Can you so?

Certainly, ma'am.

I don't suppose that you can read.

Yes, I can.

And can you write?

Of course I can write.

Indeed.

And what are your other accomplishments?

I speak and read French and Latin and some Italian, and I can do mathematics.

Dain, if you grasp the importance of this moment for you, you'd guard your attention.

I heard from a friend in Rye that you were in service to the Passenbir.

With all these accomplishments, you didn't teach his children.

My father did that.

Where is your father?

He died.

Oh.

How old are you, Dain?

Eighteen, ma'am.

Gee.

How did the servant of the Passenbir arrive in this set state?

Well, answer me, Dain.

I must know before I make a decision of what crime were you convicted?

I was convicted of theft.

Theft.

Ma'am, do you wish me to return this person to the convict quarters?

Mr. McLean, you may tell the captain that I...

I think that Dain may well submit a request.

I am prepared to give her a trial.

You are for oils.

All the way!

Charles, Ellen, set your stools down there.

I think we should be well sheltered here.

It's better than a school room, isn't it?

Aren't we fortunate?

Now, Ellen.

Will you read the story?

In the tiny, tiny, cute, happy old man.

Please, have me a door.

Stop your game, we can't go up in there.

Have you never seen children before?

Gentlemen, it is strictly against regulations for members of the crew,

all their officers, the co-habit with the female convicts.

This woman, Dain, she may be scrubbed and polished and fresher's daffodils.

But she is still, gentlemen, a convicted felon.

Do you understand?

Keep away from that woman.

Watch your men and watch yourselves.

I will stamp out these illicit conjunctions on my ship.

I never went hungry again.

Charles, will you read it now?

Charles?

He hates reading, he likes to show off his French.

But your mother says you're learning remarkably well.

Charles?

Do you know the verb any to love?

Jane, I know two, two-ring, Elaine.

And you say more.

You say more.

You say more.

Jane, two-ring, Elaine.

You say more.

You say more.

Elaine, two-loud.

Jane, I love her.

To him, thou lovest.

Elaine, Elaine, Elaine, she loves.

You say more.

We love her.

Who's in a museum?

They love her.

And that, I think, is quite enough for today.

Yes, Father.

Don't father me.

It makes me feel old.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Sarah.

Richard.

I'll ask day after so many golden days together.

But, sir, though I go away to the army, I'll not forget.

We won't forget each other, will we?

A souvenir, my boy.

Now this ring, I look upon a Sarah's, really.

It's to go to her when I die.

But I hate her thought of it being dragged from my dead body.

Father.

I take it, Richard, that you will always remember this day and us.

I may take it, Sarah. I have your permission.

I'd be glad for you to wear it.

Then they give it back to her, if you wish.

One day.

Jane?

Jane!

Dreaming, miss.

Keep your mind to your work.

Yes, Captain.

And remember, girl, you are still serving your sentence.

If there is any complaint against you, if you associate in any way with any man on this ship other than, yes, sir, no, sir, Mr. Ryder, you'll be back below decks in an instant.

You hear me? An instant?

I understand, sir. I assure you.

Now, I think I should hear that verb again.

Shame?

Shame?

Shame?

Shame?

Dream?

Dream?

Dream?

Yllame?

Yllame?

Yllame?

Yllame?

Yllame?

Yllame?

Oh, James?

You must drink it all.

Mm.

The children are asleep, Mrs. Ryder.

They like you.

We're well pleased.

Is there anything else you'd like me to do?

I'm sorry.

Here.

Children's clothes suffer such wear and tear on this endless watch.

I'll have them done by the morning.

Oh, this is no hurry.

You never seem to take a moment from your work, senna.

There's nothing else for me to do.

I'm not permitted to talk to anyone.

That will be all, then.

Goodbye.

Good night.

Well, my dear.

So far.

Oh, yes.

So good.

But there's a strong will there, James.

And an element of calculation.

It gets worse every day.

The hand of Wist McLean?

Not tonight.

What else, him?

That must be the first game of cards.

It's ever refused in his life.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

The regulations.

I don't have to be that off the load.

Dex again, thank you.

Here.

I, you're a good looking woman.

And something more than that.

But...

I come from good Scottish stock.

Very introspectable people.

Which means a bit narrow.

You were convicted of theft.

I'd like to know exactly what did you do.

Afraid you may be talking to a hardened criminal, Mr. McLean?

Why should I tell you anything?

Because I want to know.

Haven't I even the right to keep silence about my own affairs?

Say that.

How can I help you go if I don't know?

Help.

That's something I've learned to manage without.

Well then.

It's simple, huh?

You owe me money!

Are you the only big place to like it?

It can't be!

Because he spends everything he has on his roof!

He didn't get to harm the county!

He's wrong!

A position in League of Legends House.

What parade do you know of League of Legends?

The Cheers, your sister, Sir Jeffrey.

I've failed to see Miss Yvonne right at the stairs on you.

Sir, before my poor father brought me to rye, I worked as a seamstress in London.

One of our best customers was Lady Linton.

I often delivered work to her house and... hope.

You certainly must support yourself.

Now that your father has died of... the fever, did you say?

He was often ill, Sir. That made it difficult for him to put by any money for me.

Er, often ill, if that is ill.

But Lady Linton does not return from India for some bloodshed.

Is there no place for me here, at the hall?

Indeed, there is not.

You will return to the Passnage, where your father was true term.

The Passnage is in need of another servant.

You've no room to be proud of this.

Your place now is below stairs.

You must not mix with the Bible family, and you must not even be seen above stairs, unless...

your duties require it.

If you do well there, I may...

Who knows?

I may find something for you to do here.

Now, if you're to work for Lady Linton in the New Year, you need a more...

presentable gown than that.

See that you don't squandrate on anything else, or you'll account for it to be.

And I was said to me, Demarseid, just because she wants it up in the school room...

we are not a witch, it was spoiled.

I have ruined my welcome father, those be with the dead, I will say.

If this fine thinks that she could do one minute, this one is being called...

and was in love with the whole thing coming up in the new year.

I am not a witch.

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

What do you think you're doing?

But what we found on her, sir, out and out, be sheepy.

You can find judgment on this court that the prisoner's serenade may transport and be

on the seas to the colony of new sharp whales for a period of seven years.

It's no laughing matter.

I've convicted for the price of a gown. I knew you were not a real thief.

I'm branded as one nevertheless.

I've been studying you for weeks now. I've seen you with the children.

I've wanted to speak to you.

Why?

Why?

I'm not a real thief.

Tonight, serenade.

There's something troubling you.

No, ma'am.

This is the key to the trunk, the sea chest, which belonged to our servant Martha.

You will have seen it under the bunk.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, I've been longing to see what clothes there may be inside it.

Not so fast, Dane.

You will have the key and poor Martha's possessions when I judge the moment to be right.

Of course, ma'am.

I'm a suit out the children's clothes.

Will you untangle my jewels and put them away?

They're beautiful.

There's someone upset you. Not one of the men.

No?

Andrew McLean.

The impulsive Scott.

Has he spoken to you?

The captain has warned you. You must be careful, child.

Wasn't my fault. He demanded to know...

The nature of your crime.

Did you tell him everything?

Yes?

No.

Is it so much worse, then?

The crime, ma'am. The crime was nothing.

I meant my life. It's not for all and sundry to pick over.

They've taken everything else from me. At least I'd like to keep my own secrets.

Of course.

It was a man?

A little more than a boy.

You may keep your secrets. There's no need to tell a soul.

May I tell you, ma'am?

Mrs. Ryder, you were the first person to help me up from that misery below.

If anyone has a right to know you do, besides...

It would be such a relief to tell someone now.

I knew what would find you here.

Close the door, please. I've been in this room now.

Sarah. Why, Sarah?

The servants say you ought to marry Alison Watson.

Alison? What marry Alison?

What marry Alison?

What? That's nonsense.

Well, Sarah, you're not jealous. You listen to servants gossip now.

Your mother's want the marriage. The squires, don't you?

I wouldn't marry anyone but you.

You're ashamed even to speak to me now, Richard.

Be practical. You can't marry a servant.

Oh, why not? Why shouldn't I?

We'll find a way.

You're so much cleverer than I am, Sarah. You will think of a way.

Oh, please. My father was so weak, I had to be strong for both of us.

Must I be strong for you, too?

But you are strong.

You will give me strength, and together we can...

You don't believe in me.

But it's yours now, Richard.

It's our token. Keep it, Sarah.

I'll claim it when we meet again in London.

I'll get away, but you must believe in me, Sarah.

Say that you believe in me.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

You mean, Anna?

No, no, no, no.

You mean, Anna?

No, no, no, no.

What do you think you're doing?

Look what we found on her, sir. Out and out, deep, shipy.

Trade is a fine word, Mom.

I was made a fool of...

Forget him.

You'll be 12,000 miles away from Richard Bower.

Put him out of your mind.

I see.

If Richard had meant so little to you, you could have mentioned him, Mr. McLean.

My dear child, you must not pine for you, Richard.

Has he ever come forward to help you?

He did write to me once.

He came on to me months later and you could prison.

Then he was away fighting.

He didn't know whether I was alive or dead, nor I he.

What did his letter say?

He did not once say that he knew I was innocent.

He would help if he could.

But he took for granted that I'd stolen money from his father-in-law.

Then it would be very wise if you forgot that young man altogether.

Sarah, we are on our way to a new country.

For all of us life will be difficult and strange.

When we arrive in New South Wales, I very much hope you'll be allowed to continue in my household.

But you are very proud.

And prickly, you must learn to trust me as I trust you.

Thank you.

I'm going to go to the airport.

An open invitation.

There's no portal in this cabin. I need it here.

And for which gentleman officer were you dressing yourself up?

If you make one sound, I'll tell anyone who comes. I'm here at your invitation.

That would look good for you, wouldn't it?

Why fight me?

I can take good care of you.

Goodbye, food.

You clothes.

It sets you up and being a protector.

If you want a whore, Mr. Wilder, there are plenty amongst the female convicts below.

Don't you know what you're going to in Sydney?

A starving out there.

Sooner or later you'll be only too eager to trade your little body for bread and soap and pork.

Come and meet me now.

And see the captain doesn't find out.

I do not intend to starve.

I'm to be Mrs. Ryder's personal maid.

There's no maid.

Delusions of the girl.

Get out.

I have.

You're needing help, Miss.

No, thank you. Mr. Wilder is just leaving.

Deepest apologies, Miss.

I've no idea you had a previous engagement in another client.

Sarah, you're on your own in this world.

You need protection.

Of course the captain has strict about such things, but if we showed him we were serious, and when we reached Sydney town...

I've already had that offer, Mr. McLean, and rejected it.

Wilder.

Instead of bartering, my body as he calls it.

Bartering?

You seem to underestimate yourself, my dear.

I've seen you win the respect of everyone you've spoken to, and keep your distance from the officers too.

In short, why you've passed my every test.

Test?

I'm trying to tell you.

I'm in love with you, girl.

You don't know what you're saying.

I, and what I'm doing, and what I intend to do.

Mr. Asits, Sagewoman.

I want to marry you.

Well, do you think you might eventually give me an answer?

You can't marry me. I'm a convict.

That's a no consequence.

There are four.

Or is this a respectable way of getting what every officer wants?

You'll have me to share your bed for a few weeks.

Then leave me behind in Sydney town while you're off on the high seas.

What if I don't sail away but stay in Sydney town with you?

Saylor is nothing without the sea.

Please.

No more fairy stories.

Now, the Mr. Wild has met that's no yours interest me in the least.

If you can't tell the difference between that scum wilder, Andrew McClay, to the devil with you.

Oh, God, it's in here.

It again, McClay, you're used like...

Oh, it's used, clever.

That course killed you out with me every time.

Oh, I can't get bored.

We're all in debt to him. Not very amusing, Mr. McClay.

Keep.

Not bad out there tonight.

The rest of our self now must be the wildest seas in the world.

We're all in debt to the world.

We're all in debt to the world.

We're all in debt to the world.

Sara? Sara, open up.

Sara, I've thought it over.

I intend to resign from the East India Company.

Give up the sea.

Apply for a grand glad near Sydney town and become a farmer.

But as Saylor can't turn himself into a farmer by buying a few goats and sheep.

But you think I'm stupid?

My family have been farmers for generations.

Sensories.

Give me credit for a bit of sense.

But you were future with a company.

Taking on land there can't be anything but a gamble.

Well, that's what I am, Sara. A gambler.

And I've been doing very well with the cards lately.

So it'll be better than a Saylor's wage I'll have to offer you.

Now, don't shelly shelly.

Will you marry me?

Very romantic.

Well, you're a contrary beast.

I told you I loved you and raised not a spark.

Well, now I'll put it plainer and offer you that empty respectability you seem to have been yearning for ever since you left the Passenage.

Well, can't you respond to that either?

I'm still a convict. And until that's changed.

Come on, it's a hardy. It's a nice way.

Run!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Shoot that!

Shoot! Just shoot!

Let's get!

Don't do that!

Fire! We can't have shoot them, does?

Let's not be seen as a victim to hell!

We're in screaming like animals.

We're back going in the air!

Look at that!

Oh!

Fire!

You have your order!

Fire!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Justice, we killed two of them. They are punished.

We killed three I've here. What do you expect us to do when they mousse me? Give them another round of ram.

There was no mutiny. Just a few unfortunate wet to the skin and yelling for solace against the cold.

You're an uncommon sympathy for the convicts these days. I hope your judgement isn't impaired. Some of them will do anything to get what they want.

The children are quite ready to brave the weather, but I don't think...

No, no, no, no. Leave the bands inside.

Say, look at them. Surely you don't want to remain one of these miserable creatures.

I'm offering you a chance of freedom.

Please don't pester me.

I'm sorry. I don't yet know what my feelings are.

I'm sorry.

The clay on Bessus. He doesn't even allow us a win on our last night of board.

My last night on watch. My last watch at the East India Company.

I see. It's wiser to say nothing when a man's about to ruin his life.

Sure business.

It's lovely.

No, Mr. Wilder.

I expect you to pay your debts tonight. We go our separate ways tomorrow.

Here's your total.

You can see me in Sydney in two days' time and I'll have more cash in hand.

I want a settlement tonight.

It needn't be in cash. Pay me a livestock. You bought enough in Cape Town.

I did not buy livestock to squander it on gambling debts to you.

I hope to make a tidy profit.

But who knows what price they're getting in Sydney Town?

It may not be better than what I offer you right now.

If there is badly offers we hear, they'll pay very handsomely for fresh stock.

Perhaps. If there's enough ready money.

You could go off to India with their promises instead of money in your pocket.

It is a gamble. One last gamble?

Sounds of capital notion to me. A deadly settled night yet with piglets and hitters.

Come, Wilder.

No gentleman would insist on such a payment.

I do not intend in the colony to do business like a gentleman.

Gentlemen rarely make money.

Sir, will you pay? The price you paid for your stock against the total debt?

It's all here.

You win again, Mr. McLean.

Good night, gentlemen.

I confess I thought you fool, Hardy.

But she's a girl of some spirit.

Good luck, Andrew.

I'm sorry.

She hasn't given you an answer yet.

Not yet, Mrs. Rider.

I wish you and Mr. Rider would speak to her.

We can hardly order, Sarah, to do as you wish.

No, no, I meant your enthusiasm for the colony.

If you and Mrs. Rider could make her feel that.

Sarah? No, leave the children. Children play by yourselves for a moment.

We don't, by the way, underestimate the problems ahead for this colony.

But for anyone with adventure in his soul, or hers...

Then why are things so bad?

There is gossip that they've not had one good crop in their first four years.

Because New South Wales is in the hands of naval captains and convicts.

What does the Navy know of farming? And who can rely on convicts?

Sarah, Mr. Rider believes that this settlement will never develop until it is run by free men and their wives.

Can't you understand, girl?

Let us take up the challenges Mr. and Mrs. Rider have done.

Mr. and Mrs. Rider are free. I am a convict.

If you marry me, you'll be the wife of a free man. The governor will have to grant you a pardon.

You are so certain. What if he doesn't?

My dear, may I speak?

I see a girl so afraid of being hurt once again, that she finds a dozen practical objections for what she is longing to do.

As for those conventions, I suspect this place will become like America or Canada and will throw away those stifling old ideas.

Will you marry me then?

Very well.

If the governor grants me a pardon, I'll not tell the you to a convict woman.

And I'll not be on mistress. I'll be a free woman and married or I'll stay a slave and survive as best I can.

A bargain?

A bargain.

A bargain.

A bargain.

A bargain.

A bargain.