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Cheers.

Go in there!

The size of the body!

There will be plenty of pickings there!

They're truly women!

John, get a pick!

I'll work when I've not seen the smoke.

If they do.

More of the convicts from Mr. Demis Farm come this way.

Of course, with a gun.

I'm sorry, Hogan. A convict overseer is not permitted.

I'll not be much useful, Alp.

I don't know what my second and commander's doing right now.

Craig, your doubt is the world?

The thought of freedom, Ma'am.

And stir the blood.

Oh, when I lied to the incident, I'd see in the new gap.

The law is recoased.

Now then, so it's to be a breakout, is it?

Glory be to God if I wouldn't like to be part of it.

Don't touch that baby!

In that...

Move, girl.

Well, now, isn't it true, the old saying?

And the cats away, the rats will be into the pantry.

The master's off in Sydney.

Look what I managed to get my hands on.

What might you be intended to do with that?

Breakout, no more.

Breakout, we could be seen out here. Let's stop inside.

Hold it!

You're bastard!

Well, you become the master's man now.

Where's the ivy? It's rippling you now.

Hold on! Hold it!

Craig!

Are you them, Ma'am?

Craig!

What are you doing out here?

This is what I'm doing here.

My wedding present from my husband.

I'll not let them be taken by a gang of desperate men.

Craig!

Craig!

Craig!

Craig!

Craig!

Craig!

Craig!

I don't... I don't let me out!

Let me out!

What is it, honey?

We had this. They gone. They gone.

True, they have.

No tricks now.

No. I was with you. All this time.

Oh, no.

Come on, come on, don't run!

I'll go to the house.

I'll go to the house.

I'll go to the house.

I'll go to the house.

I'll go to the house.

Come on, come on, don't run!

I'll go to the house. That's your boy! That's your boy!

You're off to the house, honey.

And I mean that. If anything happens to him, I'll kill you.

This is Dyerken and the trick.

He's coming. Is he with us or against?

I don't know. What can I know?

Craig, it's Mrs. Betraya.

Off.

Craig, it goes to Tom!

Craig, get back!

No.

No.

Craig must chance he's alive.

I've gone, darling. Take a notice.

Bring it away!

Come on, Craig!

My turn, I think they're gone.

Craig, you must come with me. You too, Annie.

He's alive.

We'll never keep him alive till the doctor comes.

The tricks will never think of an adult.

Of course we'll keep him alive.

He'll be quiet, honey.

Come on, Shiki.

Come on, help!

Hey, listen up.

I've got to find your way to do anything but rest.

Want to know the story Bioane?

Good, Sally?

Go to bed, kill me?

We don't seem Uncensized without ourselves.

Ahh...

There he is!

Help!

Help!

We met him. Johnny Pigman.

They call me Pigman. He's on a pig.

You two remember me from the good ship, your jet.

Or you put your officer jet and use this bed to get where you are now.

We convict in the colony as your mom's.

And even your rival is your story.

We hate you, madam.

Because you play the lady with your convict slaves.

You'll never escape us.

This is always someone to crack you down.

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah!

The hatred that man hid for me.

He told me how I looked to all those still in chains.

A whore.

That's what they think of me.

That's how they think I got everything I have.

Sarah!

Don't pretend you haven't thought the same.

Do you deny you thought Andrew was a madman to marry me?

Yes. I did think that at first.

But my feelings have changed.

A man cut off from the society of women will either love or hate.

The one woman with any sight.

That beyond his reach.

So you hated?

No. No.

I watched you take on everything Andrew has asked of you.

You never complain about the loneliness of your life.

You bore your child without the help or company of other women.

And Andrew.

What of Andrew?

When Andrew came off the geoget, he was not much more than a gambler.

An impulsive youth with big ambition.

But what he is, you've made him.

I used to hope you proved the slut I expected by falling into my arms.

But watching the woman you've grown into.

There's only one feeling I can have for you now.

I doubt even your Andrew could love or desire you more than I do.

Jeremy?

Thank you.

You don't despise me then for love.

No. Of course I don't.

But we must forget we ever had this conversation.

Well, at least we won't be fighting each other.

We can be friends.

I'm not a good one.

Do you realize, Andrew, I hear the story as every gossip tells it?

Before I had a chance to tell him myself.

Dead man in the house.

Mrs. McLean hasn't even washed off the blood.

And won't they surmise that Johnny Pittman raped me first before he was killed.

God, let Andrew believe me.

Mr. Andrew!

Mr. Andrew!

Mr. Andrew!

Mr. Andrew!

Mr. Andrew!

Oh, Sarah! Sarah, sorry.

Sarah, I've had killed you.

Oh, Sarah.

No!

I can't forgive myself for leaving you out here alone. I'll never forgive them.

Now on, I'll use them as I need them without mercy or sentiment.

My dear.

I'll not put you at risk again.

Sydney Town is a far safer place for you and the child.

Sydney Town, is it?

Decidedly.

And it's a good place to be now. Things develop so quickly.

It's very convenient that Sydney Town should become safe and attractive just at this time.

We'll keep getting tired on.

Jeremy can manage it for us.

And we'll build a store in Sydney.

Neither key.

Trade is coming in, Sarah.

There's a need for stores and warehouses.

We should be part of all that.

Andrew McLean.

Do you know what you're asking me to go back to?

That nasty, narrow world of women and gossip and snobbery and prejudice.

My dear, I'm acting only for your own good.

My good.

You're thinking only of your own good, Mr. McLean and your pocket, too.

I know you well and you don't fool me.

Sarah.

No, we've never disagreed on anything.

Everything I do, everything is for you.

Oh, I know.

But whatever's happened here these last few days,

Kintyre is still precious to me.

And I am I still precious to you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Bye-bye. Thank you.

Freshheads. Fresh bread.

Branches mix this corner. Beautiful bread.

I'll make this one up. Freshheads.

And we'll come on.

Freshheads.

Fresh bread. Get some fresh bread.

Get some fresh bread.

Come on. Freshheads.

Freshheads.

Freshheads.

Come on.

You will find a bed in everything that's water.

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Ryder, is it?

Oh, dear.

The master and Mrs. McLean are not hearing it.

I need to be the store assistant, Mr. Clapmore.

Please.

I can make tea.

I'm not sure whether that was an author or a verse.

Oh!

Come on. Get it off. Get it off. Get it off.

Freshheads.

Just in the coffin.

So it's through them.

Andrew McLean is opening a store.

It's such an insolubrious corner.

I'm sure Andrew knows what he's doing.

My dear, I do hope so.

Hardly the players I'd have thought for a gentleman to settle his wife.

But Mrs. McLean, no doubt, is good, and adjusting to certain sense.

Secret silliness, ourselves.

Here they come.

What?

Don't waste your fifties there.

All they do is drink them for all.

Julia!

There!

How are you, Edward?

Mrs. McLean.

Mr. Clapmore.

Mrs. Ryder.

Mrs. McLean.

Mrs. Clapmore.

Annie, would you take the baby upstairs?

Mr. Clapmore, there is a crib in the cart.

Would you bring it inside, Fanny?

Yes, Fanny.

Thank you.

Right.

You're in here out. The things are the same here.

The colony will never be civilized as long as the New South Wales Corps controls trade.

And trades in Rome.

I'm part of the rum trade, James.

And can't avoid it if I'm to survive.

Oh, Fanny.

Now, Andrew can be so offhand.

He quite forgets that my own father spent years at the bottle and died in drunken brawl.

Oh, he's a little darling. He sleeps through everything.

Yes, well, can you give us a hand with his carpet, honey?

Wouldn't you have closed the window for me, Annie?

I think Mrs. McLean is a little tired.

I'm sorry, Annie.

Julia, how am I going to turn these terrible little rooms into a home?

Mr. Clapmore seems to have forgotten the cheek, he promises.

Annie?

Yes, madam.

Sarah, you must not overtax yourself at this time.

Oh, dear. All is well between you and Andrew.

Oh, of course.

It's not quite...

Well, we're not the bright, eager children we were when we started out.

We know each other so well. So closely now.

And that means each other's faults.

I think the marriage has to be accounted a great success.

Well, you made the match.

Oh, no, you and Andrew needed no help.

You had eyes only for each other.

And still do.

You know, he hardly plants his tale of women.

I can't imagine myself even noticing any other man.

Mr. Clapmore, that's your name. Where's the master?

Mr. Hogan!

Mr. Hogan!

I'm just going down to the government's stores.

Right, ma'am.

What were we saying?

You were saying you couldn't imagine yourself even noticing another man.

May it always be so.

Oh, are you the little knight?

Aren't you the little darling?

But we can strong... we can strong aren't you?

I know just the thing, sir.

Yes.

There we are.

Mrs. McPley!

You can possibly be back in the store already.

I was looking after the little one.

Oh, the little one is a big bouncing baby.

Very happily at this moment in the care of my devoted and his stokes.

Not a dozen feet of power.

So convenient.

Such good business, you seem to be doing.

And you do it throughout the mail, customer.

When I came in during a confinement, only a young mail clerk was on duty.

It was hardly any one in evidence at all.

Does not this press of men disturb you a little?

Not at all.

But my dear Mrs. McPley, would it not be more suitable if the servant woman stokes

or to serve the men?

That is a correct expression.

Was you exercised the duties of a mother upstairs?

Ah.

But I am mistress if that is the correct expression of this domain.

And will give it more devotion than even the most industrious servant ever could.

Now, what do you wish to buy?

For I assume that is why you are here.

Perhaps I need that ball.

Delighted.

Promissory note or cash?

Mr. Clappmore, would you attend to this lady?

Well...

Mr. Clappmore.

Mrs. McPley, could I bother you, Ma'am, for some tea or even some water?

It's been a long discussion.

Sir, some he kept in.

Mr. Clappmore?

No.

How was the voyage, sir?

It was a nightmare, ma'am.

Tawn by storm, Sir dear old Thistle wasn't.

Bailey got through.

Oh, I'm sorry, Captain.

Tell me.

Why is Mr. McPley so busy?

It's so excited.

Oh, he's thinking of buying the Thistle.

A patched up, earned with some good money spent on her.

She'll make a fine trading ship for you.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Andrew, we must be here.

It will not be possible in front of the captain.

No, Sarah.

What possessed you to go into such a perilous undertaking?

How can we possibly afford such a venture?

Oh, you borrowed money, haven't you?

Up there at the barracks.

From MacArthur, I suppose.

Oh, that would be delightful to get into his debt.

From one of the other officers.

I wonder how even a feckless officer of the New South Wales Corps could be so foolish as to lend money on a leaking tub.

And what could you possibly have offered as security?

Our crop.

Our crop.

At Kintire, our next crop.

But it is still in the ground and may fail.

Then what do we do?

We'll meet that problem when, if we come to it.

Where's the sense of adventure?

We have two children now, Andrew.

There is so much more at stake.

I'm sorry, Sarah.

This is something I intend to do.

And that's the worst of it.

You intend to do it.

Once upon a time we discussed everything, made our decisions together.

That's what my lady is angry about.

It's your vanity, my darling.

Your vanity is a business woman.

You've not been consulted for your valuable opinion.

I promise I will never leave you out again.

So long as you let me have my way this time.

One condition.

The master of the fizzou is very lucky to have that ship taken off his hands in that state.

You must offer the lowest possible amount.

Save on the purchase price and we'll have more of the loan to spend on fitting her up.

Annie.

If the mistress and I have something to discuss.

I certainly say I have to take the children for their afternoon walk anyway.

What is it?

What's happened?

The fizzle.

The first mate has had an accident.

He was drunk, I think.

She's quite chishept and ready to leave.

I shall have to replace him, but at this short notice.

My darling, how terrible.

What will you do?

It's a devil of a problem.

I've had trouble enough finding a crew already.

I find someone experienced.

Oh, I wish I could think of something to help.

There must.

Must be some solution.

Yes, there must be.

My dear.

Oh, but no, I know.

You wouldn't want to do that.

Do what?

Well, if it's not too foolish, my dear, wouldn't you go yourself?

Me?

I...

Well, I suppose I could, but...

You mean leave you here alone for a moment.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Oh, I could, but...

You mean leave you here alone for months on end?

From the moment you decided to buy that this lie I'd been waiting for this,

my Andrew, by his ship and non Lincoln, himself.

The unfortunate first made is simply made it happen sooner than I expected.

I'd hope not to lose you so soon.

You know me so well and agree so deeply.

Well, and agree so easily when I...

Well, I'd like the storm.

And I reckon I'm not a bad traitor.

Singly town.

If not as aggravating as I'd feared, I can manage.

But I will worry a little about the weather and our crop.

And I'm sure I shall spend every night thinking of you at sea.

I'm worrying if your patched-up ship will hold together and...

bring you safely back to me.

I don't deserve you.

I don't deserve your great heart, my darling.

I promise if I make the profit I intend on this trading voyage,

I will build your imagine such a Sydney town has never seen.

And now, I must away and tell the men what is to happen.

Mr. Boddensett, come here.

And I want six more in there.

Mr. McArthur, look at that, sir. What do you see?

Wall, sir.

Wall, sir. That's an ordinary wall, sir.

That's the wall I've been producing on my farm with my methods.

Well, fill it.

The plan's the hand in that, fill it.

Well...

It is indeed, sir, a rather fine wall.

Rather fine.

That's the result of crossbreeding Indian and South African sheep with Spanish marina.

Rather fine.

One day, I'll work this wall up into the finest in the world.

What will that accomplish, sir?

You don't see, do you?

No, whether you see what I see or not, you'll take my wall.

If it's new, sir, I don't know about it.

Now that I have permission to buy and sell anything as you might say, you...

Experimental, sir.

Well, display it, man. Let it be seen.

For the government and everyone know what can be done.

I'll buy your wall, Mr. McArthur.

We'll display it in the store.

And advertise it, any ships that may come in.

You not object to exporting a little if the price was right.

Mrs. McLean.

Come, sir.

Give us the franchise.

If the government is reluctant, let the private trader take the risk.

Thank you, man.

But in business, I have only one rule.

I only deal with the head of the company.

But whilst Mr. McLean is away, sir, I am the head of the company.

And as you may be aware, we are as willing as each other to take a risk.

And nevertheless, when is your man expected home, Mrs. McLean?

That I can't be sure.

I wish I could.

Well, ma'am.

You don't mind if I leave this here, do you?

I don't intend to lump it around town.

Depending on us, you can tell them whose it is.

Here's my list. I'll be back.

Mr. McArthur, I have another question to ask you.

I have a problem.

Excuse me, Mr. McArthur.

Might we stop a moment?

I have a problem.

The only ships I can do business with at present are those my husband signed contracts with.

Really is tedious, seeing other ships arriving and have no access to their cargo.

What is it you want?

I want the same rights the officers have.

I want to join the trading ring.

Madam, you will be tolerated as a trader so long as you stay on your own patch.

The trading ring is closed to outsiders.

Even your energetic husband has barely broken in.

Too much ambition does not sit well on a woman.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, I'm the soul of generosity, but I can't let this precious consignment

of finest English cheese go for such a price.

Or, either of you go higher,

not even, a little higher.

Madam, this is a private sale.

It seems to be a public place.

You surely understand, Baum, as representatives of the New South Wales Corps,

we are the only persons empowered to negotiate with the ship's master,

and deeds with any ship's master.

Empowered?

Oh, I'd understood you've been encouraged, but actually empowered to hold a monopoly.

I should like to see how the trading is done.

Let us proceed.

If I lower my price of two shillings per pound to, let us say, one shilling in tempance?

Lower.

One shilling in nine pence?

I will buy it one shilling in tempance.

And how much cheese, Madam, will you buy at that price?

All of it.

How then are we or any other officers to obtain a share?

Why, sir.

Anyone may buy cheese at my store.

The higher price and one shilling in tempance only, Baum.

My prices could hardly be higher than yours.

You will never buy a silt to make your profit.

If I buy in bulk, I need make only the smallest profit on each transaction to make it worth my while.

Come, sir. Why do you want all the cheese?

Do the officers eat so much?

We want it for the same reason you want it. Sell it.

Could we not share it?

If you buy half the cheese and allow me the other half, I'm sure we could arrange a fair resale price amongst ourselves.

Why compete, gentlemen, when we can cooperate?

Hello, half the cheese, Mr. McLean.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Welcome, Madam.

In the trading ring.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, sir.

Time for your evening meal, Mr. Tappmore.

Oh, I'll finish up here.

Thank you, ma'am.

Good night.

Well, what is it?

Oh, I don't know.

I've been out there on that farm for weeks alone.

I had to count to you.

And now you have to go.

Sarah, please.

Don't you know what it is to long for someone?

Take for them.

You asked me that with Andrew away?

Andrew.

Always and only, Andrew.

Oh, no.

Santa!

Santa McLean!

Andrew!

Andrew!

And it came from a wonderful country thousands of miles away.

How did you catch him?

Ah, that was a trick.

Try to make it talk, eh?

But what's your fingers, boys?

So go on.

Off the coast of Bengal.

A merchantman.

Piled to the beams with precious cargo was drifting helplessly onto the rocks.

When the good ship fizzle came alongside.

It was, I may say, Mom, in full modesty.

A considerable feat of seamanship to save that vessel.

I have brought such things our store will never bear again.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Oh, so what's happening in the world, Andrew?

Just a cut off here.

You've heard nothing of the rebellion in Ireland?

I promise at least one convict ship will arrive here soon with a load of Irish malcontents.

It's a bad thing.

Political prisoners bring their ideas here and ferment trouble in the colony.

You once had some sympathy for what you now for, malcontents?

I was young and romantic.

You're not still romantic?

Very.

I'm about to build you the home, I promised you.

Come.

It will be fine and handsome by the water looking out across the bay.

The women folk of Sydney will adore that.

The ex-convicts setting herself up in a mansion like a fine lady.

Now, Sarah.

Can tile you out of their sight.

They won't cherish having me live in luxury right under their noses.

They're not going to be a good friend.

They're not going to be a good friend.

They won't cherish having me live in luxury right under their noses.

Oh, let's acknowledge it, Andrew.

I must borrow from acceptance in this society as I ever was.

It will be a fine house when it's finished, Andrew.

Can you imagine this drawing room of Chandelier and a long dining table?

I'm not ungrateful, my dear.

It will be a beautiful house, but nothing will ever hold the place in my heart that can tire it as.

Jeremy, I built her the finest house in Sydney and she forever talks about crude old place in the bushland.

A woman never forgets her first loved her, Mrs. McLean.

But you'll be happy here.

The more successful you are, the more likely it is that Sydney society will have to accept you.

I predict a prosperous and happy future for Mr. and Mrs. Andrew McLean,

who will one day be allowed to forget that she was once the convict girl, Sarah Dane.

Governor Hunter.

Andrew.

Thank you.

Your Excellency.

Excellency.

McLean.

I'm soon to leave the colony, Mrs. McLean.

And it occurred to me that I had not once visited your famous store.

We're greatly honored, sir.

This is major for Vogue, perhaps you've not met.

But of course one has heard of Mrs. McLean.

Mr. McLean?

I'd thought of souvenir to take home with me.

This unfortunate place makes nothing of its own, perhaps something exotic from India, China.

Some fine sandalwood furniture, Excellency.

If you'd like to...

Oh, rum jugs.

I'm sure there's an endless demand for those.

There is no denying it, sir.

I set myself the task to clean out this corruption.

I have not succeeded.

But if the matter is allowed to continue, one day there will be a fatal collision between the government and the core.

When that time comes, be careful what side you favor.

I hope that we may keep out of such affairs.

You will all be involved, whether you wish it or not.

Come, Mr. McLean. Let us see this fine furniture.

Excellency.

Major Fuvo.

I'm in search of something far more prosaic, mum.

Here, I made a list.

Sugar, tea, coffee.

You must have a large family, Major.

I'm a bachelor.

I have guests.

The same ship which brought down your governor, Mr. King.

May he prove as effective as his predecessor.

Also brought a charming young couple who had a present staying with me.

Tea.

Do you favor Indian or China?

A portion of each.

Captain Barwell was wounded in Holland and fit for further service.

He's exchanged his commission for one in the New South Wales Corps.

Did you say Captain Barwell?

Richard Barwell, yes, and his wife, Addison.

She's the daughter of Sir Jeffrey Watson, delightful couple.

She will add a little quality to the society.

Is it possible you know them?

My wife knew the Barwells under different circumstances.

Do they intend to stay long?

They intend to settle here, ma'am. For good.

Why, Mr. Come here now.

Why, when we're so happy?

Come, Sarah.

Barwell was an adolescent when you started with him.

And she never met you, did she?

I was a servant in his father's household.

And now you're well-nigh the most prosperous lady in the colony.

And do you face what has happened?

Her father arrested me and had me transported here as a thief.

The Barwells were proud of the father.

Her father arrested me and had me transported here as a thief.

The Barwells were prattle and gossip and tell the colony the details

it's been waiting to hear for years.

Everything we've set up here they'll tear down.

Then we'll not let them.

Now, Sarah, there must be something we can do.

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