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string of the
Then he's going torapTh
Get a move on.
Go on, get a move on.
What is it, Ted?
Goldie's caster Schumann.
Welcome back.
Duncan.
Now children, are you thirsty?
Yes, number.
Now stay here, and I'll see you at the Ted gets you some lime juice.
Ted, how are the boys?
I think I'll rest in that cottage.
That's no cottage, Mum.
That's an infacellent, Rom.
Oh, Ted, I'm sure I'll come to know harm in Nell Finnegan's, parlor.
How long, boys?
Would you be coming in here, Mrs. McLean?
No!
Well, I'll be putting you in the back, Carla, Mrs. McLean,
away from all this riffraff.
How was that handsome, Mr. McLean?
Well, thank you.
I'm sure you'll be more comfortable in here.
Excuse me, sir.
Another poor Irish lad.
Oh, I wish they'd be learning to keep their opinions to themselves.
Certainly it is not to be seen by a lady.
So many lashes already.
Punishments here have been known to go to 800 lashes.
That is not pretty to see.
It.
I lived through the revolution in France,
but I swear I did not see there as much systematic cruelty
as I have seen in the settlement in one day.
It does not seem to trouble the local people.
We have learned to harden our hearts.
Madam is very strong.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare,
but a complete stranger is such a rarity here.
Permit me to introduce myself.
Louis de Borgé, late of...
Well, that doesn't matter.
I'm exploring what I can of this outpost of civilizations.
I'm not going to be able to do it.
I'm not going to be able to do it.
I'm not going to be able to do it.
I'm exploring what I can of this outpost of...
civilization.
Some wine.
Thank you.
Do you intend a short visit?
Or perhaps a long stay?
Oh, that depends on whether I find something of interest to keep me here.
And what are your impressions so far apart from that?
I'm not sure.
The hunger and the forest have a certain beauty.
The people do not even seem to notice them.
All effort has gone into surviving.
When that is no longer a problem, what kind of life will it be?
We've not even begun to think of such questions.
I know my life is all work.
You? Work?
We have our farms and a store in the town.
Oh, but excuse me, I don't know...
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Sarah Macleigh.
Great.
Mrs. Macleigh.
Sarah Macleigh.
Sarah Macleigh.
Ted, the children didn't see...
Did not matter. I kept them away.
An Irish lad, of course.
Punishments never stop.
Now boys, shall we count the geese's goals by?
Yes, please.
There's one, two...
Oh, Ted, you're so good with the boys.
I am?
I had two boys and my own man, back home.
Had?
Well, I never see them again.
Now would I?
Oh, Ted.
If all the Irish convicts were as softly spoken as you...
Oh, I've opened me mouth in my time, ma'am.
I've learned not to take risks.
That can be a loss, as well as again.
Ted, if we leave the boys with Mrs. Ryder at the Parramatta and Peck...
Parramatta and Peck straight on.
Could we get to please form by night?
Now go this step now, Ted.
I don't see why not.
Sarah!
Andrew!
Anyone made any approaches to you? About?
Not yet.
There's a lot of whispering going on.
And if they do...
I must get the horse stable.
I'd like to know, ma'am.
Where would you stand?
If and when it happens, I don't need your advice, Hogan.
I make up my own mind.
Oh, God knows there could be misery in it, either way.
Mr. Priest must have been an interesting man.
The way he spared those native trees.
First thing most of us do is chop them all down.
Mr. Priest was a dreamer.
Oh, Andrew.
He neglected his crops, drank himself into debt,
and ended up hanging himself from one of those trees you so admire.
Oh, dear.
Nothing but misery and death today.
There was a vlogging at Castle Hill Junction.
Vlogging is a common enough.
Now that Irish lad...
Ted was quite upset.
But very quiet and discreet as always.
So much goes on here under the surface that we don't know about.
I think Mr. Priest's trees are a rebuke to us.
Poor man, out here, struggling alone.
He's still at a feeling for beauty.
For something.
All our effort goes into surviving.
Kind of life is that.
Oh, damnit, woman.
You usually seem content enough with it.
Stars and saints.
That's it.
That's what, dear.
Well, having got you out here, I may have to drag us back to Sydney town.
The governor's reception.
There's no hurry. We've not been invited.
We shall be, my dear.
We shall be.
Now, where's my tea?
Mr. Priest, please.
Mr. and Mrs. Andrew McLean.
Mr. Mottaine.
Mr. Mottaine.
Your excellency.
I'm delighted to see you again.
A remarkable young woman, Sarah Mottaine.
And I'm second to none in my admiration for her.
But how is it she has received at Government House,
when no other ex-convict has had the privilege?
It's quite simple.
The governor's wife wishes to start a girl's orphanage.
There are hundreds of illegitimate convict offspring, out of home.
Mrs. King, in order to house them adequately, requires money.
And Andrew McLean has made a contribution.
Oh, it is whispered a thousand pounds.
He bought his wife an invitation to government.
Nothing unusual in that theatre.
All rank is purchased one way or another.
Sarah, my dear girl, how distant is this?
Sarah, how good it is to see you again.
We must find time for a chat.
You want to have a chat with my wife?
Why do you want to have this chat?
It was I who suggested it, Richard.
Now, please don't start an argument.
He's been drinking too much.
More than that.
There's something troubling, Alison.
Miss here, you wee,
de Bojé.
De Bojé, come. Let's go to it with you.
De Bojé, and aristocrat then.
Run away from the revolution.
It could be anything.
At last, I'm not the sole topic of conversation.
Please, here, Miss here.
And aristocrat would not be announced as Miss here.
Mr. and Mrs. James Ryder.
Julia.
Sarah, my dear.
And you.
James.
Andrew.
Well, what do you think about French, Minae?
A man of certain mystery it seems.
Is Miss here an aristocrat?
Oh, I have it that he's merely a secretary or a distant relation or some such to a wealthy count who,
about to be arrested, entrusted Miss here with the mission of smuggling the family jewels out of France and safely across the channel.
If the count was executed, Miss here to kept the jewels?
Who now is?
My dear. You mean you don't.
Mrs. McLean.
Miss here to be acquainted with you already.
Miss surely he dreams.
No, Mr. McArthur. He doesn't dream.
Miss here.
Madam.
This is Mr. McLean.
To Borussia.
And our old friend, Mr. and Mrs. Ryder.
To Borussia?
Mr. Seven and Four.
Charmed.
And McArthur.
We hear these fleeces of yours that are improving every season.
When are you going to sell some to a poor, struggling farmer like me?
That others may share in the benefit.
If you had the monopoly on a very promising asset in the trade, would you part with it?
Monopoly, sir. That's the word. There's anything you military men understand.
Excellent, sir?
I don't take the reference.
You know, Mr. McArthur. You know very well what I refer to.
The military was to control everything. Even the courts of justice in this colony.
The trial last week was a scandal.
The impartual justice.
When a man accused of insulting a superior officer is judged by six seminary officers,
all friends in the accuser.
As I was a superior officer.
The accuser, yes.
I all reformed this curious legal system and put civilians on the bench to balance the military.
This unfortunate colony is too long been the plaything of the insolent officers
of the Ram'kor.
Mr. McLean?
Good evening, sir.
Mr. McLean?
Isn't it time we danced together?
No, Hermitry.
That you danced with my wife.
I should danced with yours.
Go on.
Good horsemanship, Louie.
You see, you're at home here already.
I could come to like this strange horse with its peculiar trees.
Oh, shall we race again?
By this time for a prize.
We decided by the victor.
The winner!
So, what is the prize to me?
The finest bottle of clarifying in the colony.
Oh, it's superb.
I'll begin the search as soon as I get back to Sydney Tom.
What do you mean?
The final bottle of clarifying in the colony.
Oh, it's superb.
I'll begin the search as soon as I get back to Sydney Tom.
Sarah?
Ah, my darling.
Louie and I have had a very serious talk.
We may soon have some news for you.
But nothing is...
What is Andrew plotting now?
And very touched.
He wants me to join him in a business venture.
It's the first time in all my travels that anyone has made me feel valued.
I'm not sure.
Anyone has made me feel valued.
There's magic the afternoon light here.
That strange hush that comes over the forest.
I love it here. I always have.
Andrew's offer has helped me to decide.
I intend to apply for a grant of land.
You here? Are you sure?
What is there here for you?
The people are not your people.
I need a new adventure.
Land cannot be taken up as an adventure.
You must dedicate yourself to it.
Care for it, farm it properly.
I assume you are no farmer.
Don't go, Sarah. You're so futile.
Land is your god, but look at it.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands of miles untouched.
Why does it shock you that I should have a little piece of it to play with?
And if you tire of it, just walk away and leave it.
Why not?
I must fight with you like somewhere.
France is out of the question.
The monarch key.
We'll never get back on the old terms.
Could you not perhaps make peace with the new regime?
Sarah, have you been listening to gossip of the dark past of Louis de Bojig?
Is your poser a pretender?
A villain?
I had a noble cousin, a marquee.
Now, when he knew the blow was about to fall, he turned to me.
I had lived all my precarious life, making myself indispensable to the rich.
But suffering bitterly, the experiences of the world,
the poor, he knew I could survive.
He gave me his child and the family jewels.
We go to the coast and so do England.
And the marquee?
Was killed.
And sadly, the child fell ill and died.
Leaving the jewels in your hands.
Oh, the gossips.
Say, I quake in my gold-buckled shoes for fear and other relatives
will turn up with a claim to the fortune.
And so far, no one.
And if one should come.
It is room that you have a wife.
Oh, yes, I married in England.
I thought her beautiful, but found her heart was a splinter of ice.
More at home and an oarst than in a salon.
We had a child.
A daughter.
And then we parted.
I have learned how little real love there is in the world, Sarah.
What you and Andrew have is precious as rubies.
Thank you for telling me this.
I don't care what anyone else in this outlandish place thinks of me.
But you and Andrew, if I stay, it will be because for the first time in all my wanderings.
I found friends.
Andrew, if MacArthur appears today, no arguments if you please.
Now, at the moment, he'll be even more prickly than usual.
Ah, you're right about all of them.
They're nothing but profiteers and land-grabbers.
I despise them.
Of course, you despise them.
Oh, I don't know what you're saying.
I'm sorry, Andrew.
They're not the only ones.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Of course, you despise them.
Not one of them is as practiced in the art of profiteering as you use them.
And you have very little time for the second rate.
I can't imagine why anyone suffers your rudeness.
Unless it's because your politeness is worse.
You've not yet found me that bottle of claret.
He's a lucky I've spared you.
What are you doing, sir?
Don't disturb yourself, McLean.
I know how at home you feel at our gaming tables.
MacArthur, I'm sorry to hear of you, Miss Fortune.
I thought you'd be pleased, sir.
I am disgraced.
I have for a deal, wounded my opponent.
There's nothing unusual except that we have a governor who professes to be outraged by such things.
And sends me to face court martial.
Can I help?
You're far more than you're in London.
Still longing to get your hands on my property.
Oh, come, sir, it was an offer of help.
Help?
This man enjoys the privileges of the New South Wales Corps, yet has never been a member.
He has done as well as any of us from the rum monopoly, but did he support me?
Or any other officer in our dispute with a governor?
No, he did not.
I don't as it happens trade in rum these days.
It's not my concern.
You are rich enough now not to need it.
And don't think we don't understand your motives.
If the government ever does, crack down on the rum trade.
It will look kindly to those who have clean hands.
Miss you.
Sir.
Louis, I believe Mr. MacArthur is correct.
We really do have very little in common with the Corps these days.
Sir.
Surely the bourgeois will inherit the Earth.
I have never met such examples as here in Sydney.
I intend to breathe a little old world civilization into this dull colony.
You can't but cry.
Cry.
Steady. Be careful there.
That's a very precious piece.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the most pretentious landowner in the southern hemisphere.
Excuse me, sir.
Marl.
Marl.
Marl.
Of this hellhole.
It does it to impress his friends.
My friends, Captain, are my business.
Excuse me.
You have the capacity, sir.
The weadling, ingratiating capacity, sir.
To win good people away from their friends.
You seize anything of the mcclays these days.
You monopolize their affections entirely.
I'm sorry that you feel excluded.
You insulting me, Moles here.
Captain, please.
I have much to do.
Tell you what you have to do, Miss here.
I challenge you to fight a duel with me.
Don't be foolish, man.
Don't condescend to me, sir. I should...
Look at you.
You used to take such pride in your appearance.
Not a school boy.
She talks to me as though I would go home, Richard.
Go home and ask Alison to look after you as I'm sure she wishes to.
Please, don't make a fool of yourself in this proper place.
What has made him such a quarrelless and difficult young man?
Captain Bowell has never been happy here.
Lately, his ill humor seems aggravated by rum.
Keep working, there. Careful of those pictures.
Sir, you're very pious.
I know.
I like the comfort the rum trait has brought me, but...
to see all Richard's youth forepromise washed away.
I understand.
Don't waste any time. Get those pictures moving.
Come on, get back to work, you Irish pics.
Well, if that isn't the most splendid single item we've ever offered...
Yes, we should get a fine price for it.
Sara, I must work.
Alison, how nice to see you here.
You're a very welcome idea. Are you well?
You're looking very tired, Alison. Is something the matter?
Well enough, thank you.
Oh, that is so beautiful.
When we first opened Alison, we were able to offer only the absolute necessities.
Now...
I must have it.
I must have something, some... some beauty in one's life.
It is very expensive.
My dear, it should go to someone who will appreciate it thoroughly.
Will you take tea? Thank you, no.
You'll take tea with me at home one day, please.
Please don't sell it to anyone else.
I'm sure Richard will buy it for me.
I shouldn't stay. I shouldn't look at anything else.
I would tell Richard that he must.
He... he wouldn't deny me, would he? He couldn't.
Sara, Andrew, for a for.
Well, that young lady's husband.
Oh, I do wish you wouldn't encourage her and her extravagance.
You know they'll never be able to pay back one tenth of what they owe you.
They get deeper and deeper into your debt.
Exactly what we agreed should have them.
So long as Alison keeps inviting you to her social occasions, I am welcome.
Never the less.
I do wish her aunt old lady Linton would die and be done with it.
Sara.
Then they could go back to England and enjoy her inheritance and we'd be rid of them once and for all.
You shouldn't wish such a misfortune on a poor old lady.
And you really shouldn't let Richard upset you so much.
Miss you and Louis said he would build the biggest house in the colony.
Is it bigger than ours?
I believe boys it will be. We shall see.
There she be.
And it's beautiful.
Sara and Ruth.
Louis.
Louis, congratulations.
Please, children, hurry on up.
You like it?
I'm going to go to the house.
My housekeeper Madame Balve.
Madame, Miss you?
She was on-prem.
She was on-prem.
Shall I leave it for you to pour Madame?
Thank you.
Yes.
Will that be all, Miss you?
You may retire Madame Balve.
A very handsome woman.
I managed to bring her out from France.
A French house needs a French housekeeper.
Coffee, Louis?
No, see.
Andrew?
Thank you, my dear.
I've been keeping back my news.
A letter from England.
My wife has died.
Oh, Louis.
I am sorry to hear that.
Oh, Louis.
From a children.
From a children.
Caught when she was out hunting.
How else would she die?
I've decided to go back to England to fetch my daughter out here.
I almost envy you.
It's been a long time since I've had a trip.
But Louis, surely there is nothing here for a child brought up as your daughter has been?
That's what her English grandfather says.
I do not agree.
I think some coffee after all.
Andrew?
We're so lucky.
I think Louis is never known the kind of love we've always had.
No, of course he hasn't.
Nobody has.
Andrew?
Do you think that about me?
Louis is a man with all the usual appetites.
I have no doubt she's his mistress.
Mm-hmm.
I'm sorry.
Jeremy!
Where is Andrew?
Up at the house with Louis.
I must see him. I don't wish to alarm you, but...
It's Richard.
Are you together?
Not likely.
I want to say to Andrew. Tell me.
Your driver, Tero Miley, he's still with you.
Yes.
And his behavior. Nothing strange.
Oh, no.
Richard!
Oh, that poor beast.
Looks like you've driven him without a stop from Sydney itself.
Must we have your servant here? I wish to speak to you privately.
So is it happens, does he?
Jeremy, if you wouldn't mind.
If you insist, Marl.
Is this your latest madness? You want us to be talked about?
Sara.
It's over.
My marriage, Alison. We fight all the time now.
Last night, I came home very late.
Were you drunk?
We had a terrible argument.
But...
About my drinking, about...
Going home to England, about this hateful colony.
About me.
No, never. I promise you.
Don't worry. Tell me what happened.
Something I've never done before.
I struck her.
I was very ashamed.
I tried to make amends, but she told me to get out.
All this time of silence between us, and you are still the only one I could talk to.
That poor girl.
Of course your marriage isn't over. Alison needs you.
It's all the pretense.
Nevertheless, you will go on.
Now, you join Andrew and Louis' house, and we'll pretend that you've come on an impulsive social visit.
I have no desire to go there.
How you and Andrew can waste your time on that French upstart.
He is a gentleman and our friend.
He's a fakened liar.
A pretty bourgeois who got his hands on some money during the trouble and has lived out his lie ever since.
Captain Barwell makes me sick the way you and Andrew Grovel.
That's easy. Now...
Mrs. McLean expects an apology.
Take your hand away from there, you ruffier.
Will you apologize to Mrs. McLean?
Will you apologize to me?
Stop it! Stop it! No, no, no, no, no!
Don't be a fool!
Don't be a fool!
Don't be a fool!
Don't be a fool!
Don't be a fool!
Stop it! Don't be a fool!
Don't be a fool!
If you strike him, you can be plugged and sent away to a chain gang!
If I were a free man, I'd kill him!
But you're not a free man!
Now, please, no more of this!
Richard!
I came here to speak to you.
If I can't do that, come on!
You really love it, don't you?
Two men fighting of you.
You've no heart.
I don't do a natural feeling in your whole body.
Everything you've ever done has been calculated to get what you want!
There's no softness in you.
You shrewd and hard.
Sarah.
You're a fool.
You don't begin to understand me.
We could have lost you in your foolishness and over that spoiled child, Richard Barwell.
Don't waste your time being angry with him.
Nor me.
And now we'll be getting mes Bob.
Such outlandish Lisbon and do you not ever.
Come here.
Don't do that.
Don't ever do that.
I don't want a sisterly peck on the cheek.
I'll have from you the kisses I want.
Or none at all.
Don't do that.
Don't do that.
Don't ever do that.
I don't want a sisterly peck on the cheek.
I'll have from you the kisses I want.
Or none at all.
I'm sorry.
Jeremy.
What is it you said badly wanted to say to Andrew?
Can't you tell me?
To tell you the truth I don't know what's best.
I run a risk even coming here.
What is it?
The Irish convicts.
All of us have been dragged into it.
Even your mom Ted May, whether he's inclined to or not.
A breakout.
They're nervous about including me.
Running can tire for you makes me more of a farmer than a convict in their eyes.
But I was once a political prisoner.
And I'm still Irish.
They're testing my loyalty.
I don't know if you're aware what they do to inform us.
You must tell us nothing.
Except will it be soon?
We don't know.
Maybe days, even weeks. It could be tomorrow.
Sarah, should I warn Andrew?
No. No.
If you do and he takes any action, you're as good as dead.
I'll tell him.
They trace that back to me.
Then I'll say nothing.
Simply keep my eyes near as open and try to anticipate.
God, I wanted to give you a chance.
I don't know what's best for any of us.
If it does happen, where is the safest place?
Barnum could be safer the most. It's so far away out here.
And I'll try to keep Andrew in the family here.
I don't know, Sarah. I think Andrew should be given a chance to decide.
Well, I'll try to bring the conversation around to it.
I think Louis may help here.
I think he's been expecting something like this to happen.
Jeremy, no one will ever mention that you've been here.
I promise.
If they do break out, where do you stand?
With them.
In spirit.
But it's not as easy to take a gun against people as I once thought.
And now it more to lose.
Sarah, where have you been?
We must eat quickly.
We're to leave home this afternoon.
Please.
But Andrew, the Sydney Gazette art from Parramatta.
It's full of MacArthur.
Mr. MacArthur has evaded his court marshal in London by the simple experience of resigning from the New South Wales Corps.
As a private businessman, he has been approaching some of the wealthiest men in England to help him expand his life.
If I don't act immediately, I'll be left behind in this race.
Act?
But what can you do from here?
Well, that's it, exactly.
Nothing.
I am off to London on the same shift that Louis is taking.
He made me restless with his talk of travel, and now this.
But we've only been here a short time, Andrew.
The ship leaves Sydney Town in two days from now.
If I'm to be honest, we must leave immediately, even if it means travelling all night.
But the roads aren't safe at night.
People have been attacked and robbed, even killed.
What?
Robbed?
Us?
We can leave the children with James and Juliet at Parramatta.
You and I can take care of ourselves.
We'll have our stalwart Irishman, Ted O'Malley, to take care of things.
I'm sure Andrew's right, Sarah.
But don't you think there are dangers in travelling right now?
Dangers?
No more than usual.
Now, Andrew, if you move today, I should have everything in order here by tomorrow,
and I'll see you in Sydney on the day the ship leaves.
What?
Whoa! Whoa!
Why are we stopping?
Fire!
It's easy to village.
What a government farm.
That's where they keep the convicts.
We'd better move on, Ted.
Moment, sir.
Lantern, to someone on the road.
Mr McLean!
Mr McLean!
It's Nell Finnegan.
They're the rising.
It's the Irish convicts.
They've broken out of government farm and banned a don.
Back inside, quickly.
They're going mad.
How do we know whether we're heading towards the rebellion or away from it?
Children.
Andrew, the children, turn about. We must go back to Parramatta.
Sorry.
Come on, boys.
Come on, boys.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, boys.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
What else did you want?
Get up.
Come on.
They don't want to kill you.
Or they want to take your horses in your carriage.
We elect here.
The fence was on such a night.
Not likely, sir.
You get yourself killed, mister, if you don't do what we say.
Don't add your crimes by stealing property.
Now out of our way.
Let this cottage through.
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Thank you!
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