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Thank you.

I'm going to kill you. I'm going to take your horses into courage.

We are left here, defenseless on such a night.

Not likely, sir. You get yourself killed, Mr. If you don't do what we say.

Don't add your crimes by stealing property.

Come out of our way. Let this courage through.

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Come on, son!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Come join us, man, be free!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

You killed him.

You killed my husband!

Good man, he was. There's a hundred of us deserve a bullet, not in him.

There's no joke for a native born Irishman. You're one of us, you understand?

You're a boy, guys!

I'm as Irish myself as anyone of you. I don't blame you, poor lights will break it out.

I know what you've suffered.

You're a terrible body here. The end of his sentence come another.

You wouldn't want to be incriminating him now, would you?

Just when he's going to be free once and for all.

You care for your own, more than that, don't you?

So our freedom is not for him, eh?

What's all neat and efficient when the boss does it?

Or stay with him, then!

Ha!

That's me, woman. Get the horse out of the place. Come on up.

That's me, woman!

Hey, wait, wait!

Don't be.

I'm a grown-up and a wafer.

I'm a wafer.

I'm a wafer.

Thanks.

It's just a scratch. Oh, God, be praised.

I'm sorry, man.

If you can stand to be out here alone, I'll walk to the nearest safe place I can find.

Bring horses.

A fine man, Mr. McLean.

It was always a friendly nada.

The time of day he gave me.

I liked him.

I loved him.

It was educated to have a word, a phrase for every occasion.

But how to console you?

No need for words between us, Lily.

Sarah, I wish I could stay to help you and the children through the funeral.

No, no.

Andrew would have wanted you to take the ship to England as you both planned.

You're so strong.

Am I?

When will you be back, Lily?

I am not sure I shall want to come back to the colony.

Perhaps you were right, and this is not the place for my little English daughter.

Yes. Yes, you must see what your clothes for you.

I'm not sure.

I'm sure you should be able to get to the colony.

Yes. Yes, you must see what your clothes for you now.

How strange.

I may never see you again.

Do you remember?

Andrew and I had a wager.

I promised I'd bring him the best bottle of Claret, why not find the colony?

This was delivered only this morning.

A little late.

What does it say?

It's the list of punishments, isn't it?

What does it say?

Read it for yourself, woman.

Read?

Where would I have ready I need to read?

Please, Mr.

I want to know if me Irish lads.

They're sending them to the chain gang.

No, no, those are the names.

Read the names.

Terrence O'Donnell, 300 lads.

James Brady, 400 lads.

Larry Mulroney, 500 lads.

Oh, they're poor, darling.

ka mocha?

I want to know if I got Mr. O'Donnell armed because I lost the notification,

I'll find them hard to read, and I'm out of here.

Thank you, some resurrects here with Peter.

In credit in May, it seems he thought it was a blur at the end.

The dominance of credit in May,

but I'm worried or in a tournament.

Amen.

Oh.

See.

Thank you.

I know where.

Julie.

Oh.

Oh, James.

Thank you, David, for helping me through this day.

Come.

Sarah.

Please, Richard.

I'm very sorry, Allison could not come to the funeral.

No, it's not an excuse.

Allison had the deepest respect for Andrew.

She is ill, you know, lately.

She's never quite well.

I'll see her soon, I hope.

I know of the deep love that Andrew had for you.

Your life together was something so many people must have ended.

He will be missed.

I will miss him.

Take care, Sarah.

Take care.

And you, Richard.

And care for her.

Can I go up to Duncan and Ennemon, Mar?

In a moment, darling.

This is a very special wine.

I'll give from Miss Yolu to your father, dear.

I think he would be pleased if those of us closest to him.

Drank a toast together tonight.

200 McLean.

May those of us who loved him carry on his work.

Now my big man of a son, off to bed with you.

Good night, Mar.

Good night, my darling.

Good night, Jeremy.

David.

Jeremy, we must talk about your future.

Your sentence will expire this year and you'll be free at last.

I was thinking about you.

I want you to stay on.

Help me look after the farms and the property Andrew was buying at Toon Gabbie.

Of course, I'd be happy to.

I know you'll want to farm your own land one day and enjoy it.

But I asked just these two years of you until I'm sure Andrew's legacy to the boys is intact.

But surely you can't mean to keep everything on.

Three farms, the store, this house and the trading ships?

Of course, I mean to keep them on.

They were Andrew's, weren't they?

Did he build it all up to have me throw it away?

But a woman can't.

She's a good man.

She's a good man.

Do you think that this woman would sit back whaling about life's cruelties?

You must know me better than that.

But God you'd gained so much money by selling all the properties.

Are you and the children?

You'd be comfortable for the rest of your lives.

Money.

Well, there's no permanence in money alone.

I want to leave my son something better.

Something real.

But now it's not real.

I want to leave my son something better.

It's a good thing to think about.

something real, possessions, land.

No, I'll go on as I always have, and you must help me.

Oh, must I?

And what if I refuse?

You'd not refuse me?

We are a hired woman, Sarah.

I'll not desert you now.

No, pity, thank you.

If I have to, I'll survive on my own, without you, without anyone.

Sarah.

I didn't know I could feel so desolate.

But my dear Jeremy, if you think a woman can't manage these things, I'd advise you to watch.

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

David!

The hawk! I sighted our ship! It's coming up the harbor now!

The hawk?

What is wrong with Mama?

Can I help?

No, my dear. Captain Thorne will be my first test.

I must face him on my own.

I am not used, Mom.

To conducting business in the master's house.

I am used, Mom. To dealing with a man who knows about ships and cargos and ports and prices.

How kind of you two have come to Glen by then.

Have you finished your tea? Shall we begin?

Thank you.

I usually might have to do business in my cabin over a spot of rum.

Very well, Captain Thorne. To the ship.

Where is your manners?

Back to work.

Now, Captain. The cargo you took on in the islands.

I heard of bad weather in the China seas.

Must have been at the time you were there. The cargo is not spoiled from drenching, Captain.

Good to be honest, a little spoiled, Mom. But not enough to affect your profit over all.

It's in the packing, Captain. The packing, stacking and storage of goods over a long voyage.

That's the secret. Now, the invoices, receipts, bills of laden delivery dockets.

There is a piece of paper to cover each side of every transaction.

You have them all, I trust?

In my cabin, Mom.

Good, Captain. To your cabin.

And I'll have that spot of rum.

But Mr. Clap, more coffee cannot. Surely cannot be so expensive.

Well, I'm afraid until a new shipment arrives and needs it his mom.

But I'm sure for such an old friend, Mrs. Beclay's we'll make us more Dutch.

Well done, Mr. Clapmore.

I congratulate you on knowing how to conduct a business.

Julia, aye, of my dear.

Perhaps this is the time to tell you that as I need someone reliable, loyal, efficient and...

aye, yes.

Diplomatic with the ladies.

Oh dear, you're thinking of getting someone new.

My dear Mr. Clapmore.

No, you goose. I'm promoting you to assistant manager.

Thank you. Thank you, Mom.

Richly deserved. And more so if you get this customer a glass of lime juice.

Perhaps a sherry? It's not too early in the day.

Sherry, Mr. Clapmore. Not the one we give the officers. The good one.

Yes, Mom. Certainly, Mom.

Now, Julia. House James.

My worthy husband is more irritable, more fussy, more fastidious than ever.

And as good nature's in loving as he always has been, I'm sure.

Oh, you are so lucky still to be together.

If you're so lonely, Sherry, you must start living again.

No one expects a widow to sit home for the rest of her days.

You must go out again. Accept invitations.

Yes, I think I want to now.

My dear, no one has invited me anywhere since Andrew's death.

Perhaps they think it would be in decorous.

I shall put it about the Mrs. McLeigh is ready to go into society again.

My dear Julia, what would I have done all these years without your guidance and your help?

Toreably well, I should think.

Ah, the new assistant manager.

Oh, only two glasses. But we're all to drink, Mr. Clapmore.

Thank you. Thank you, Mom.

Your help?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Duncan's a bachelor in dope door.

Go! Go!

Go!

Why didn't we stop to see Captain Bauer?

Oh, they were chatting to their friends. Besides, I'm a little tired.

But how old is Moon?

Oh, it will pass soon, David.

The other boys jealous you're allowed to stay up, you know, right?

No, they're eating upstairs. They know it's a special occasion.

But I do completely understand.

Yeah, he put that taper away.

Momar, when comforts are set free, are they still comforts really? Always?

Well, no, my dear. They're not. That's the point of giving them their freedom.

Mr. Hogan, madam.

I think that will be all. Thank you, Annie.

Well, what is it?

Your help?

Well, what is it?

Your gift. I am very angry.

That, if I may say so, is rather Irish of you.

I make you a gift of cash and credits on this day of your freedom, as Andrew always intended to. And you are angry.

We'll have no witticisms about the Irish if you don't mind. This gift is too much. It's far too generous.

You trying to buy my loyalty, which you already have. I'll not accept.

Oh, well. I'll put it in a bank account for you anyway.

Honestly, you're a fool, Jeremy. As a free man with your own farm, you'll need every penny you can muster.

Your neck is altogether too stiff, man.

Good evening, Jeremy. Mr. Hogan. Did you see the dinner table? I lit the candles all myself.

You are all. Guess the one.

Well, nevertheless.

Nevertheless?

Thank you, Annie.

Do you remember our first picnic meal in this house? You, Andrew, and I, sitting on a trunk with nothing but the bare walls?

Land rules, plans and ambitions.

Have you enjoyed your dinner?

Yes, but why didn't we have a bigger party, Mama? Now that Mr. Hogan is free, can't he meet our other friends?

In the morning, we were all alone.

I was a little bit nervous.

You were a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

Did you meet our other friends?

In due cause.

You're looking very tired, David. Off to bed.

Not that we see many.

Do hurry, David.

Good night, Mr. Hogan.

I think I'm still Jeremy to you.

I don't be embarrassed, Sarah. I've no social ambitions.

Where do you find your friends, then?

Oh, on the fringes, I suppose you'd call it.

After all, it's grown clearer every year that there are two kinds of people here.

Those have always been free and feel very superior about it.

And those who are convict or ex-convict.

And emancipated convicts are not readily let into the society of others.

What do you think that I've been pardoned long enough to qualify as free?

Naturally.

What's troubling you?

You know there are certain things about my past that I've not discussed with the children.

As they grow up and people gossip, the time will soon come when they will have to know.

If you need help, any kind of help.

Sarah, if anyone in this colony understands you, I do.

It's not just that we had the same background.

Now we are equal in society.

I don't think that you can help.

I don't think anyone can.

I'll take care of you.

I'll take care of you.

I'll take care of you.

I'll take care of you.

I'll take these. Thank you.

Sarah, you found a bargain.

Music.

Annie likes to teach the children to sing.

Sarah, I'm sorry about last Sunday morning.

Alison is such a hostess these days.

So many people she must speak to.

Don't apologize. It's clear enough.

Andrew bought my position in society.

No one has to stay in his good graces any longer.

And I am on my way to becoming a nobody again.

Sarah Day, nobody.

Even if it were true, I don't believe it would simply let it happen.

You're right.

Of course you're right.

Why should I wait for them to invite me?

I will give a large dinner party.

To show I'm out of mourning and invite everyone worth inviting.

I'll see you and Alison there, Richard.

Of course you will, my dear.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Annie.

Captain Barghul, madam.

I'm sorry.

Captain Barghul, madam.

Oh, Sarah.

No one? Not one of them?

Including the Barghul's.

I received your wife's note of excuses this morning.

And threw it on the pile with all the others.

Believe me, we have quarrelled about it for days.

Oh, Sarah, not even the writers.

Julia is ill.

One genuine excuse amongst a score of trumped-up lies.

Will you have one, guest?

No, Richard.

I invited you and your wife.

Oh, Sarah.

Captain Barghul and the widow Maclay.

Dining together? Alone?

It would be all over the colony in an hour.

Please, Richard, don't add to my problems.

Annie?

Sarah, please.

Let me stay.

No, Richard.

I dine alone.

Annie, would you show Captain Barghul out?

And serve me my dinner?

Very well, madam.

I'm going to go.

Yes!

Duncan!

You fight me, I'm all your age!

Come on.

David, Duncan, come here!

Come here!

Duncan!

Duncan, you've been fighting!

Who are you fighting?

Why were you fighting?

Very well.

Duncan?

Ask Annie to go and clean up that nose.

David?

Come here.

Come here.

Was the fight about me?

Did someone say something about me?

Come on, David, you must tell me.

I was a convict, and they brought me here to the colony below dexing chains.

Was that it?

And this is the first time you've heard it said?

No, Mama.

I've often heard it before.

Why have you never come to me to talk about it?

Father always said I mustn't.

Oh, Andrew.

So, my old secret was not a secret after all.

Does Duncan know?

He does now, since today.

Well, you and I are not.

Well, you must try to help him to understand.

And he mustn't fight anymore.

Let him say simply that he knows and he doesn't care.

But there is one thing, Mama.

Mm-hmm.

Convicts are made convicts.

Because...

Because they did something wrong.

But surely, Father explained?

Partly. I was younger then.

I didn't think I understood.

Oh, my dearest.

One day I will tell you the whole story.

And I'm sure you'll see there's nothing to be ashamed of.

I hope you'll be proud of your father and me.

Come now.

I think it's high time we had a change from Sydney Town.

I promise Miss Huyelu to visit Vernon from time to time to see how things are there.

Shall we have a holiday?

Oh, here we are.

Come on, Sebastian.

Thank you, too.

Oh, yes.

We, boys.

Hello.

Thank you, darling.

Madame Mézant-Fau. Welcome to panel.

Run along upstairs, boys.

Madame Valvet, you look well.

I hope it hasn't been too lonely out here.

Not at all.

Has anything further been heard of Monsieur de Bauge's plans?

I've not had a letter in months.

Oh?

Neither have I.

About the two overseers Monsieur de Bauge left in charge during his absence.

What would you say, Madame?

Are they honest or not?

In my opinion, two men left to run such a place will, of course, make a little profit at their own.

I agree. I'm sure Monsieur would have allowed for that.

But on the whole, I think they've been honest and competent.

In my sphere, I've been as competent, I hope, without profit to myself.

Oh, Madame, I'm certain.

But, as Monsieur warned me of your visit, it is my duty to show you that all is well.

No, no, it is not this.

Show me the deal with the silver.

How we begin with the silver?

Knives. We have three sets of one dozen each, none missing.

Of dessert knives a similar amount, one set missing.

Lost not here, but on the shipment out.

Please, I am a little weary from our journey.

And I am aware, Madame, of the great pride you take in maintaining the property for Monsieur.

I know so little of you. You are a widow, Madame.

Yes?

And you have no Monsieur for some time?

And you intend to stay on here, working for Monsieur on his return?

Why should I not?

What else in this isolated place would I do?

I was only wondering at your great loyalty.

I do hope Monsieur de Bourget appreciates it.

He has always shown me the utmost appreciation.

You did receive some letters.

Did Monsieur mention any personal plans?

Perhaps he is bringing home a new mother for his child.

I have heard of not such a plan.

Come on, that one!

Come on!

Come on!

Oh, you must be both.

So right, your father.

Now come!

Come on, now, let's walk quietly.

Mother?

Why doesn't this year stay away so long?

London is a big city, full of fascinating things to see.

Monsieur likes houses and castles and theatres and the opera and churches,

and society.

What society?

Society?

Well, society is dukes and duchesses.

Or simply wealthy.

The knowledge of the great world for you of us here.

Monsieur de Bourget.

Oh, and there are other things.

What things?

Women of course!

Yes, beautiful, beautiful, real pale schemes.

Lovely clothes.

Soft women.

Gentle women.

Not my cut colony women, ideas.

Oh, in fact, there's no reason why Mr. Church would ever want to come back.

There.

Look.

Isn't that a lovely view?

A very beautiful view, too!

Pretty removes it, too, innit?

Good's a fresh thereof.

Does this look like a nice view?

Welcome to Benov.

Thank you.

Come.

Here we go.

Is it good you have fun with my wife?

Oh.

They told me in Sydney you were here.

Naturally there was no point in staying there, so...

Sarah, this is my little daughter Elizabeth.

Welcome Elizabeth.

Oh Sarah, it is so good to see you again.

Louis.

Oh I'm so sorry Sarah, this is Elizabeth's nurse Dora.

In England they called her a nanny.

Don't you think that's a silly word?

Elizabeth's nurse.

How do you do Dora? Welcome to Benov. I'm sure you'll like it here.

Good night, Mrs. McRae. Good night, Mrs. McRae.

Good night, Mrs. McRae.

And thank you.

Oh Louis, London sounds so exciting.

So remote for my life here.

Which cannot have been entirely without incident.

No. Oh I've had a terrible time.

Apart from the children and the occasional gossip with Julia, I see no one.

The real problem here is that the colony society is separating into two distinct, even hostile divisions.

On the one side there are the free settlers and the officers of the Corps and on the other the Emancipists.

Oh yes, no one is an ex-convict, that would be too blunt.

Well Emancipists suggest someone who is freed himself. You're an Emancipist Sarah.

You are one of the first, you should be proud.

That Louis is romantic nonsense.

The real power here belongs to the military and to the free.

If I have to belong to the Emancipist class, my children's prospects will be ruined.

And everything that Andrew and I worked for will be wasted.

My dear.

I want an honest answer.

Which has been worse, your curious social position or...

The loneliness.

I have a gift for you.

I have a gift for you.

Louis.

Perhaps a set of encyclopedias would have been more respectable from a widow or to a widow.

But I pictured you in your severe black gowns for so long.

It's magnificent.

Well, how to thank you, I...

Louis.

There's something I want to say to you.

Would you marry me?

Oh, that's better. That's the Sarah I know.

Oh, but I'm glad you've been brave. Brave enough to be honest.

I thought it might be months before you had the courage to speak so candidly to me.

But you've not yet given me an answer.

Or it wouldn't even be a romantic affair.

We're both friends. We're both alone now. It would be a very convenient arrangement.

But, Sarah, I've longed for you.

Now, you will not rush back to Sydney just to stop the tons of the gossip. They may say what they please.

I've dreamed of coming back to you.

I only feared you might rush into the arms of some other presentable gentleman.

And I'm deeply grateful you didn't.

We need each other, Sarah. We have been through so much.

I believe we have the same understanding of the world.

We have so much strength to give each other.

Only strength.

And so much love.

But you can't marry the smal.

Oh, come, Julia. What is it? What objection could there possibly be?

Louis and I are deeply fond of each other. We feel the need to get married.

No two people could be more different in temperament and way of living.

That's not true.

I thought it had all gone.

That cold-blooded calculating streak I used to see in you when you were hungry and desperate.

But now, Sarah, you are wealthy. You have so much.

I am lonely.

Be honest, Sarah.

You want to marry Louis DuBois-Jé for position, for comfort and above all for money.

Getting what you want has become a habit with you. But now you do it not from necessity, but from greed.

You cannot possibly believe that that is the reason.

I have stifled for years. I have stifled every doubt I had about you.

But marry Louis DuBois-Jé, that's too much.

I am sorry, madam. It is my birth.

Thank you, Annie.

If you refer to the announcement of my marriage, yes.

The gazette likes to print what is true.

You cannot marry this man.

I need your permission first.

Sarah, not Louis DuBois-Jé. Then there are two people less suited to each other.

Oh, you know him well, do you?

I know what he stands for. The Old World. The Old France before the Revolution.

To him, this colony is a place where power must stay in the hands of the wealthy.

Where convicts form a level of society even lower than the French peasant.

As you are no longer a convict, that need hardly. Where are you?

I care what we all make of this place. Think of your children, Sarah.

They'll have a stepfather who will sneer at the commerce and trade.

Andrew taught them to look on as their world.

Would you give them thoroughbred horses and soft hands?

They have thoroughbred horses. And their hands are there, concerned, not yours.

I would watch your tongue, Jeremy. You're shouting some of the sentiments that brought you here in chains.

I'm a free man and may utter a democratic notion.

Keep your notions to yourself.

I must have a father for my children. I believe he will be nothing but good for them.

And if I'm to have any position in this society at all, I must have a husband.

Oh, God, woman!

If you want a husband, marry me.

No. An ex-convict would not do for you. That might hold you back.

Damn you.

Marry a Frenchman then, which have lost your overseer.

I'm damned if I'll slave any longer to provide any more gowns for Madame de Beauché to wear to come my house.

Jeremy, in a matter of seconds.

All we've seen and known and done. All these years, you can break that in a matter of seconds.

You've no hold on me now. I'm free to do as I choose, and I choose to break clean.

I'll be with at last at the toilet of you.

I shall bring the farm accounts up to date and have them sent here.

There's no need for us ever to meet again.

Well...

You're happy?

Oh, yes, Louis.

But a little bitter.

The carriage is a rolling to my door for the first time in two years.

I'm disappointed because Governor King and his lady could not accept our invitation.

Is it a smob? Do you think?

Mr. and Mrs. MacArthur.

You know of his attitude towards the rum-core. And...

Mr. MacArthur.

Mrs. MacArthur?

But I'm no longer of the core.

Mrs. MacArthur.

Madame de Beauché.

MacArthur.

And I'm not yet congratulated you, Mr. MacArthur, on your brilliant move in London.

How could they court Marshal a man who resigned his commission and returned a civilian?

You come back to us covered in glory.

And I have some very handsome contracts, guaranteeing sales in London.

It is a pity man that you are... may I?

It is a pity.

Your resource from Mr. Maclea is not here to challenge me.

Thank you, Mr. MacArthur.

You will find me no competition at all.

But I should like to be.

You're not fine. It is easy, Miss Earto, to curb Madame's great energy.

The real triumph for us is that Governor King is to be recalled.

Having failed to limit the freedoms of the colonies most...

...enterprising persons.

Well, that's one way of putting it.

And who is to replace Governor King?

William Bligh.

Bligh.

Captain Bligh of the Bounty.

The same.

A man of very short temper.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

What are we doing here?

If we wouldn't visit her when she was alone.

I came. You, of course, were too ill.

I'd rather be a term on my couch now.

But you, of course, must share the colonies.

Bow the curiosity about Sarah and her Frenchmen.

Captain, and the Mrs. Bow.

Congratulations, madam.

My, you look so pale.

Richard, do you take her about?

I'm sure Alison needs more sunlight and fresh air.

Alison believes that sunlight and fresh air are for peasants in the fields.

The Boge.

I go about less and less these days.

What, after all, is there to see.

Oh, but I am rediscovering the charms of the colony after your eternal great drizzle of London town.

Down there is good for the skin.

At least we have music.

We may dance.

Well...

You two are not seem very friendly, Richard.

I am lost Julia Ryder and Jeremy Hogan over this marriage.

I suppose you disapprove, too.

I have long since given up hoping to influence you.

You will always do as you wish in any case.

I hope so.

Well, I'll hire you, aim these days, Sarah.

Tell me, dear, is Sarah.

Had I been freed, tell me truly.

What I have stood a chance.

There.

I'm sure I'd not have been wealthy enough.

Cautured enough. Influential enough.

You'd have married your Frenchman and left me behind without a thought.

I am no time for such day dreams, Richard.

You are not free, and there's an end to it.

Who knew Sarah? There's no end to us.

As long as you and I are alive, fate means for us never to be too far apart.

And marry who you like, madam.

It means nothing.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.