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Your son does not belong to you.
Nothing belongs to you.

Samuel is not here, Sarah.

Issue the writ!

Success is unlikely, the cost astronomical
and you do not possess the means.

We command you that you bring before us in the
Court of Chancery, the body of Samuel Hill.

I took the jewels I used to wear.

Under the law,
they do not belong to you!

He has stolen my son!

My absolute right as a father
is to be questioned.

Avenge it.

Bambridge, open up!
Open up, Bambridge!

No, wait!

You say that she took you
by the hair of your head,

threw herself on the bed,
pulled you to her

and in her passion scratched you
until the blood came.

You said were up on a mounting-block
and your britches dropped,

but were interrupted
before you could access the cow.

For now you would have us believe
you were not there.

You never saw the purse,
then you say you saw it drop.

Mr Garrow, less cake, more law.

And in doing so he robbed you.
You lost it then.

Is there a purpose? He was after
your purse. I say you're lying.

Mr Garrow!

It is a mistake, I did not do it.

The biggest misfortune
is that you are my nephew

and I must pay your debt.

Sir!

You are released,
there is an end to it.

And I am free to do what, Uncle John?
You have not the means?

I will take the money

but I could profit so much more
were you to let me be alongside you.

I have not the work for you.

And have not the stomach for me
to want to know me?

You are a nephew to me, I cannot venture more.
Am I still to call you uncle then?

You are my brother's son.
What else should you call me?

You say that there were
three candlesticks on the counter

and when you looked,
they were taken.

Take him hence to the place whence you
camest and thence to the place of execution

where you will be hanged
by the neck until you are dead.

And not having the fear of God, but
moved by the instigations of the devil,

did on the 15th May last...

You pull like a dray horse.

Lady Sarah.

Lady Sarah!

I have no wish to see more of you.
Go away!

What is this?

He has issued me with a writ!

Sir Arthur?

Being in need of funds,
I brought away my jewellery.

But it is not...

My jewellery, so I discover.
All I ever had is his in law.

All I ever had.

I hope you might find
it in some way wanting.

It is sound.
It cannot be otherwise.

The law is no less
plain in that matter

than in the matter of your child.

They are charged with
breaking looms and cutting silk.

Did you do this?

We did not! And have the proof of it!
Did you have cause?

As could all the brave lads who went out that night.
The night Spitalfields burned.

Much good it did. Next morning the
mercers' soldiery kept the streets.

Matthew Bambridge will bear witness.

He spoke against us
at the Magistrate's.

It was his house they went into
where Thomas Capel's looms are.

Both men are mercers?

Capel is the mercer. He it was who brought the charge.
Bambridge is Capel's foreman.

Why does Bambridge take against you?

There was bad feeling between us. Mr Capel had him
lay us off from our work and he was glad to do it.

And who brings the proof
you speak of?

Catherine Quinn. Who is?

My wife.

And my sister.

You are brothers in law
and you are work-fellows.

Yes, and now bedfellows in this.

We have asked for you.

You have asked. Have you the means?

What is it? A guinea.

We've had no work
since Bambridge laid us off.

We stand near destitute.

I will take the brief.

They are but a step from the workhouse.
Nonetheless, I will take the brief.

Much was done that night
in Spitalfields.

There were mercers' heads cracked.

If they cannot find men that should hang
for it, they will find men that can.

Their only defence lies in the wife of the one who
is the sister of the other. I believe them innocent.

Their defence is slender!

I spend my days on the Bailey treadmill,
Mr Southouse, because I have no choice.

It is much of a muchness.

These men are different,
they have a cause

and their affliction
rises from their love of it.

Bambridge is their principal
accuser. Do you know him?

I could come to know him.

Are you unwell, Mr Southouse?

I have a damnable chill.

Then we must feed it.

You will join us,
I will mull some wine.

Sir?

Why do you dog me? My duty to you
is done, I cannot own you.

Sir, I can be of help.
No, you cannot!

Stand aside, sir. Stand aside!

Your looms would be
placed here, sir.

We work good hours,

so you can be sure of a pleasing
return for your outlay.

I expect no less.

What happened here?

It was the night of the riots, sir.

Many a Spitalfields mercer
had looms broke.

And heads broke, too.
Scoundrels.

I take much of my business now to
Glasgow for that very reason.

The common Scotchman is not
so radical.

You need not fear a repeat of it.

We have hired men on
the street to keep order

and soldiery from the tower.

Those who led the attack
here are taken to Newgate

and will shortly stand at Tyburn.

As they should.

Those weavers you now employ...

All true men and content.

Then let us consider an agreement.

Over a nip of brandy? Yes!

I will take my jewels back.

You see that I received
40 guineas from you.

I must have 50 now.

Yes, I thought you would comply.

Doubtless Garrow advised
on the matter?

You do it to humiliate me, Arthur.

I do it because it is the law.

You took from me what is mine.

Is you hatred for me so deep,
you delight in my hurt?

You are mistaken, it is
a simple matter of ownership.

Arthur.

Give him back to me.

You loved me once,
you practiced to be kind.

It would be a fine thing to do.
It would set us right, you and me.

You are wrong to hang
this matter on feeling.

As with the baubles,
so with Samuel, it is the law.

You served a writ of habeas corpus
on me, you invoke the law as I do.

We shall see whom the law prefers.

It put me in fear of my life.

I could do nothing but watch.

It must be stopped.

And will be ... for the two
that were arrested.

Now, where is your silk
most used, sir?

Where I can best make a profit.

And how many yards will you
ask of me each day?

Your men are keen workers?
They are.

Then let us say 300 yards a day.

I jest, sir!
I jest.

You have no doubt the men accused
were the men you saw?

I knew them both as men
who had worked the looms.

And I knew them for union men.

How so?

They had spoken out
for unions many a time.

It was known of them.

And you saw them, plain?

When I protested, one of them
raised his axe to me.

He was as close to me as you
are now, sir, and I shall swear it.

But will you be believed?

At Middlesex sessions,
a barrister tried to shake me.

I stood my ground
as an honest man should.

You have given testimony before?

Aye, and to good effect.
The man was hanged.

At Middlesex, was it?

Blessed be the Lord who hath not
given us as a prey to their teeth.

Our soul is escaped, as a bird
out of the snare of the fowlers.

The snare is broken
and we are escaped.

Which union exactly are you with?

Are you Liberty Men?

Dreadnought Sloop?
Combinators, is that it?

You kept it back
that you are union men.

It tells against us.

Indeed it does.

And more so had it come
a surprise to me in court.

Mr Capel, who brings this
case against us,

once had 1,000 men at his looms.

Then came the machines
and it is 400.

As men lose their work, so women and
children their homes and provender.

Because so many are in want,
he pays low.

And that at a time
when bread costs more.

There are many like him.
But there are many more like us.

We organise because we must.
Right or wrong, unions are unlawful.

We have spoke out against weavers'
conditions and weavers' pay.

That does not prove us union men.

It weighs in that direction.

Catherine!

A collection was took up
among friends.

Beidh tu imithe on oig seo go luath.

You are Mr Garrow?

I am.
I'm Catherine Quinn.

What passed between you just then?

I told them they will soon
be away from here.

There will be a strong case
against them, I fear.

It will not stand against the truth.

My husband and my brother were in
my house when the breaking was done.

We talked into the night. It
was said that Mr Bambridge's house

was broke into at midnight. We had
not gone to our beds at that time.

And there was no-one else
there who might say so?

Why would there be?

What did he read from?

The psalms.

So will I.

I will take my leave.

They sent runners to the house.

The letters you sent me to copy,
they found them.

The beef is excellent.

It has been six weeks hung.

The pickle helps it.

The pie also looks promising.

Then cut some, Mr Southouse.

You say that it was costly to redeem
the jewels, how costly?

All we had, save five guineas.

To bring a case in chancery?
400 guineas would be the least of it.

Thought it is a lost cause,
whether or not you have the means.

Does the law never yield
to circumstance?

It is not the way of things, no.

Mr Southouse?
There is little precedent for any

but the father having sway
in such a case.

If that were not enough, forgive me,
you have been stated an adulteress.

It was not true.

Perhaps not when criminal
conversation was brought.

But now...

You must put it behind you.

The child will at least prosper
as Sir Arthur's heir.

You think I should be content to
have my son in the care of that...

That man and his demi-monde?

Never!

But I do say there is no help for it.

And in yearning after the boy,
you only do yourself harm.

I forget, sir,
you do not have children.

Excuse me... I have said too much.

Samuel's absence...

Is a wound.

It will not heal
until I have him by me.

I can think of nothing to say.

The gallows cart goes quickly.

At break-neck pace.

You served her with a writ,
she returned the jewels,

all went as you intended.

Why are you out of sorts?

It's not enough.

What more could you have done
to disrupt her?

Nothing.

Hence my mood.

Why must you keep Samuel from her?

Why legitimise
another man's bastard?

Do you want the child?
I do not!

But she does.

And my one contentment
is in her pain.

Take of them what you want.

I would never wear
another woman's jewellery.

Especially that of a rival.

And, in any case,
these are daywear trinkets.

Did you never buy her
better than this, Arthur?

You have sweats?

I do.

A dry cough?

Yes.

What more?

I have fierce aches in my body.

I am chilled and feverish by turn.

You say you are an attorney?

Do you go sometimes
to prison houses?

Often. To Newgate, for the most part.

It is gaol fever.

You are sure of this?

I have seen it before.

Will it leave me?

Some it leaves, others not.

Then tell me how I might find
myself among the happier crew.

You must take to your bed.

Have someone by
to swab you each hour.

Undertake an inner cleansing
by means of an emetic

and also a purgative for the bowel.

Will I die from it?

It has a hold of you.

There is work to be done.

These two.

Sit!

We are looking for anything
concerning custody of a child.

I have such a case
at the back of my mind.

But I have more than half
forgot it.

Am I now to be employed here?

You are apprenticed.

So you will own me now?

I will.

And, mark me,
it will be honest labour.

There might be a way!

I have discovered certain things.

Not least from Chancery records
in the case of James Hertford.

Hear what my Lord Farnham
said in summary.

"I would be better pleased,
and justice better served,

"if the law of the land
should follow the law of nature

"in a matter such as this."

"For it must be evident to all that
she who will best nurture a son..."

"is his mother."

It is the only instance
of such a judgment.

But, where there is a first,
there can be a second.

Change does not come easily or
quickly to the law, but it does come.

I offer it in hope.

And indeed there would be hope,
Mr Southouse,

were Will and I not hand to mouth.

Yes.

Of that, there is something
I would like to say.

I have not been encouraging
in the matter of Samuel.

Now we have cause to advance,
there is more I can do.

I can furnish the funds needed
to bring the case in chancery.

I could not possibly allow it.
Why not?

It would be impossible to say
when we might repay such a loan.

I do not offer it as a loan.

I offer it as a gift.

I offer it as a friend.

John.

I have no words.

I need none.

Mr Silvester?

Lady Sarah.

I propose to apply at chancery
for the custody of my son.

Do you, madam? You will lose.

I thought so, once.
Now I find there is a precedent.

I ask you to plead my case.

But you have your advocate...
to hand, as it were.

You know he could not.

And why do you come to me?

I need a man
of experience and skill.

One whose reputation
goes before him.

I've taken your ward
of chancery case.

But it's known you are strapped.
I must be sure of the fee.

There will be no difficulty
with the fee.

I'm glad of it.
She's determined to have me.

Sarah, you have taken on
Silvester to plead for Samuel?

I have, yes.

And the fee?
We have a benefactor. Who?

Mr Southouse.

He offered it as a gift
from a friend.

And, as a friend, I accepted.

Therefore, my heart is glad
and my glory rejoiceth.

My flesh also shall rest in hope.

For thou wilt not
leave my soul in hell.

Will you sleep, Ciaran?

If you sleep, I shall be alone.

I could read to you.

Yes, Cathal.

Read to me.

The Lord is my Shepherd.
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside
the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness,

for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil.

For Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff,
they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely, goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the house
of the Lord forever.

Ciaran Quinn and Cathal Foley.

You are charged that you did,
with others unknown,

feloniously and not having
the fear of God before your eyes,

break into the house
of Matthew Bambridge...

These two are lost.

You think so?

I'm sure of it.
Just as Lady Sarah is sure of me.

And against the King's peace.
How do you say?

Not guilty. Not guilty.

How many were they
who broke into your house?

I would say eight.

And of these eight,
do you see any in court?

These two. Say what they did.

They broke a reed and a harness.

They also broke looms and
cut 100 yards of silk.

What do you know of these men?

I know them to be agitators
and troublemakers.

They go to meetings where people
speak for the setting up of unions.

Are they men of violence?

I'd instruction from Mr Capel
to lay them off from their work.

I paid them their due, for which
they must sign in receipt.

As he made his mark,
the man Quinn spat in my face.

Bambridge gave testimony against
two men before a reward were offered.

It is clear evidence
that this man is a blaggard.

Mr Garrow, will you begin?

Something has come to light,
my Lord.

Really?

Really?!

Eight came into your house?

So I judge.

And, of the eight,
you can only be sure of two?

All had their faces
covered save three.

One I did not know.
These fellows, I know well.

You had been woken from sleep,
Mr Bambridge? Yes.

And do you sleep with lit candles?

How did you see the men?

There was a full moon
coming through shop window.

It was light enough to see a rat,
had it run across the passage.

I suspect there was a rat,
Mr Bambridge.

Were you fearful
when the men broke in? I was.

And so, fearful, barely awake,
able to see only by moonlight,

and yet these two men
you are sure of,

who took no care to
cover their faces?

They had their faces
covered at first.

Their exertions caused
their disguise to slip.

Now we have it.

So they were covered
but not covered.

You would do well to remember, sir,

that you are on oath for this.
And you swore by Almighty God to it.

I am a Christian man, Mr Garrow.

I have a sure and fast belief
in Christ my Lord

and the salvation of his blood.

"I do hereby declare,
as my last and dying words,

"in the presence of Almighty God,

"that I am innocent
of what I am now to die for."

"Let my blood lie to that wicked man
who has purchased it with gold"

"and who swore it falsely away."

These are the words of one
John Doyle, do you know the man?

I do remember.

An Irishman and a weaver,
tried at Middlesex.

One of two men hanged outside
the Salmon and Ball pub

for cutting silk and breaking looms.

Know you the wicked man
that he speaks of?

It is you, is it not?

My Lord, this is of no matter here.
My Lord, I will show that it is.

Be sure you do!

The main witness called against
Doyle was one Matthew Bambridge.

Was this you, or was it some other
Matthew Bambridge?

It was I.

And how did you profit by it?
My profit was in telling the truth.

And by the receipt of a reward.
There was a reward, was there not?

Put up by mercers
and requiring conviction?

It is often so.
Is it? Yes, of course.

I am sure you are well versed
in the frequency of rewards.

And how long have you known
Quinn and Foley?

I worked alongside them four year.
Alongside for four years, sir!

And now you speak out against them?
I was required to tell the truth.

And yet waited near a month
before doing so. Why did you?

I came forward when I was needed!

You came forward when a reward
was posted and not before.

You are a man who will
testify for a reward.

You are a man who will have others
hanged for a reward!

I witnessed from Christian probity!
You witnessed from greed!

My Lord! Mr Garrow!

You have said your say!

I call Thomas Capel
for the prosecution.

Call Thomas Capel.

That night of rioting, your looms
were broke and your silk was cut.

Is this not so?

It is.

What damage was done?

The silk alone would likely
make �100 or more.

What can you say of these
men in the dock?

They go against the law
with talk of unions

and the rights of weavers.
They're rabble-rousers.

You have heard them speak so?

Both. But in particular Foley.

Do you know them to have been members
of any union?

I was told they were.

Told by whom?
By their fellows.

Is there... other evidence of this?

A letter found by the runners
at Quinn's house.

A call to arms.

Is this a letter by a group called
the Conquering and Bold Defiance?

It is.
My Lord, we have it in court.

This is a letter encouraging people
illegal acts, is it not?

It calls for
the setting up of unions

and encourages
the breaking of looms. It does.

So we have both Quinn and Foley
seen to break looms and cut silk.

And we have a letter
calling for criminal action,

waiting only to be copied
and sent out.

My thanks, Mr Capel.

Have you no doubt that it was Quinn
who wrote that letter?

None. It was found in his house
and it spouts his ideas.

Must this mean
that he is its author?

Unless it was his dog that writ it!

Here is the Bible
that you swore on? Yes.

Now I will swear something to you.

If Ciaran Quinn will read some
lines from this to the court,

I will convey him to Tyburn myself.

Please, read Mr Quinn.
My Lord, he speaks to Quinn!

Mr Garrow, you are outrageous!

My Lord, you will
have nothing from him.

As he cannot read or write,
he must be read to.

So says Mr Garrow! It is arranged.
The man simply holds his peace.

You heard Mr Bambridge say that,
when he was laid off,

Quinn signed his mark to get his
money and then spat in his face.

He reported as much to me.

Why does a man make his mark?

You will answer the question.

When does a man not put his name
but make his mark?

When he cannot read or write!

We will continue in the morning.
Court shall rise.

My Lord!
In the morning, Mr Silvester!

I never thought it would go for me,
that I do not know my letters.

Yes.

Better they had not found it.

Foley!

Regarding your offer, Mr Southouse.

I cannot take the money,
in all conscience.

What has your conscience
to do with it?

What have YOU to do with it?

I made my offer to Lady Sarah
and she has accepted.

It is a great sum
and it would beggar you.

Who are you to know what it would
take to beggar me?

You have 400 guineas?

I have always lived
economical and prudent.

I have marked it.

Why this profligacy now?

Each man's life should carry at least
one moment of recklessness.

If one walks free,
it will not be you.

They have the letter.

Quinn cannot write. Can you?

Mr Garrow speaks for us.

Mr Garrow cannot guarantee
your freedom. I can.

Turn King's Evidence against Quinn.

Do this and the charge
against you will be withdrawn.

How so? It is the law.

Newgate has a... smell about it.

Had you noticed this?

It is dung.

No.

It is death.

Turn King's Evidence and your
guilt is set aside at that moment.

Your shackles will come off.
You'll walk from here a free man.

But Ciaran must hang?

He is my sister's husband!

He is my friend!

And you will stand shoulder
to shoulder with him at Tyburn.

You're not well, Uncle.

Not at all.

I had a chill of late,
but it has passed.

Why did they fetch you out, Cathal?

Why were you summoned,
if no-one came to meet you?

Cathal!

Mr Silvester will try your alibi.
He will be harsh. I know it.

He will do his best to shake you.

The truth cannot be shaken.

With your consent, my Lord? Yes.
Stand by that.

I call Cathal Foley as witness
for the prosecution.

He turns King's Evidence.

My Lord, this is irregular!

No, Mr Garrow, it is not,
as you well know.

Inconvenient, perhaps.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

So help me God.

Jurymen, the circumstances
here are that Foley has elected

to turn King's Evidence
against his fellow.

He is for the prosecution now.

Do you admit to the charges
laid against you?

I do. That you broke
into Mr Bambridge's house,

that you destroyed looms,
that you cut silk? Yes.

Do you say that Ciaran Quinn
was there with you and did the same?

Yes. Why do you own to this now?

The burden of untruth
lay heavy on me.

I would clear my conscience.

The burden of untruth must...
lie on you much more heavily now.

As must that of betrayal
and cowardice.

God is my judge.

A judge in much closer attendance
can read your face.

As can I, sir.

You do this from fear of death. No!

By turning King's Evidence,
you go free. That is the law.

What matters truth?

You believe that things
turn against you.

The evidence of Bambridge and Capel,
the seditious letter.

Your fear is that my Lord
will not believe you,

jurymen will not believe you.

You smell the gallows,
you smell the rope.

So you tell these lies
to gain your freedom.

That is not why.

This man is your childhood friend,
is he not?

The man you send to Tyburn,

the man whose death
buys your freedom.

Is this not a despicable act?

The burden of untruth...
Yes, yes!

We all know what you've
been schooled in.

Do you say that Mr Bambridge saw
you with your face uncovered?

He did. And Quinn? Yes.

Was that not foolhardy?

In the heat of things,
the disguise slipped.

You're repeating what Bambridge
said. Because it is true! Is it?

The seditious letter,
did you write that?

I know nothing of the letter.

But you do belong to an illegal
union of working men?

I am guilty of nothing
but what I am charged with here.

Who briefed you, briefed you well.

See yourself as a free man, Foley.

See yourself on the public street,

unfettered,
where your lies have taken you.

Hear the people haloo and cat-call
as a cart goes by,

taking a man to Tyburn.

See the man inside the cart.

It is he who you have condemned.

Do you look him in the eye?

Or do you turn aside from his gaze?

I ask you, sir...

in the name of what is true
and what is honourable...

to recant.

What I have said is true.

Though not honourable.

Mr Garrow, have you any more
for this man? No, my Lord.

No, no! Don't put him back in there.
He's no longer accused.

Put him here? It will serve.

Mr Garrow.

Call Catherine Quinn.

I swear by Almighty God
to tell the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth.

Catherine.

I will take you through this
if you will follow me.

Simply say all that you
first intended. All of it.

When Mr Bambridge's house
was broke into, were you at home?

Yes, sir.

And please tell me and the court
if anyone was there with you.

My husband, Ciaran Quinn,
and my brother Cathal Foley.

And you talked late
into the night, all three?

Yes. Did anyone go out
and come back?

No-one.

And did you talk until near dawn?

We did.

Your brother says
that this is not so.

He says that he and your husband
went to break looms

at the house of Mr Bambridge.
Do you say he is lying?

Yes.

Do you say he is...
self-serving in the matter?

That he turns King's Evidence
merely to save himself?

Yes.

Do you denounce your brother?

I do denounce him.

You came here to speak for these men?

Wife of one, sister of the other.

Yes.

You have heard your brother say he
and Quinn did as they are charged.

Do you say he was a liar
from childhood or has he just begun?

He speaks from fear.
The truth is as I have stated it.

You knew they were guilty,
but you determined to help them.

It is natural.

But now your brother turns King's
Evidence and everything comes apart.

Well...

one of them is lying,
that much is certain.

One of them will go to his maker
with that sin on his head,

be it sooner or later.

Mr Garrow has asked your brother
to make in his mind

a picture of your husband
in the gallows cart.

I ask you to do the same.

See him in the cart.

See him standing under Tyburn Tree.

His hands are bound. His feet also.

The hangman places the noose
around his neck.

Will he pray, do you think?
Does he have entitlement?

See it on your mind's eye.

The cart pulls away.
The rope starts to do its work.

Will he go to his maker clean,
or is he a liar?

A sinner bound for hell?

Save him! In the name of God!

We adjourn...

for a respite.

Court shall rise.

We will do all that we can,
Catherine.

Mr Southouse!

Southouse the liar,
Southouse the impostor.

My deceit was in pursuit
of the truth, sir.

Yours was in pursuit of money.
Blood money!

Nothing more than a just reward
for an honest account of affairs.

Foley and Quinn are guilty both.

Though to escape one
kills the other.

Their guilt or innocence
is nothing to you.

The mercers need men to hang,
so others will be discouraged.

You saw profit from their deaths.

And may your soul be damned for it!

He is lost, Mr Southouse.
He is lost, I fear.

So it seems.

You must play to the jury.

You must speak not to their heads,
but to their hearts.

They may think him guilty,
but still acquit.

Pious perjury?

A young man will hang, Will.
His life has barely begun.

Court is in session.

Mr Garrow, have you more?

I shall call a witness as to the
defendant's character, my Lord.

Thomas Capel, now for the defence.

Call Thomas Capel.

Who is this, Garrow?

Anyone who knows him, might shed
light on a man's character, my Lord.

Mr Capel, be advised,

that the oath you swore before
still obtains.

Mr Capel, weavers sometimes sleep
where they labour, do they not?

Sometimes.

Their conditions are not good.
Many complain of it.

Malcontents complain of it.

What wage does a weaver have?

It depends on the mercer.

Very good. What wage do those have
who work for you?

Three shillings a week.

And what was it before power looms
were brought in?

You will answer the question.

A guinea, perhaps.

So, a man must keep his family
on a seventh of what he once had,

or find himself put
out of work by a machine?

My Lord, this is not to character.

Mr Garrow, you are beyond
your limits!

Mr Capel, you must have found
Mr Quinn a good man,

a capable man, otherwise you
would not have employed him.

I thought as much, but he turned out
to be an agitator and a miscreant.

YOU would have him so.

You would have him hang
as an example, guilty or no.

He is a union man
and a breaker of looms!

Mercers must hire men to protect
their property from such as he!

A militia who serve you
while innocent men hang

and the Spitalfields
workhouses overflow.

There's work for them
if they choose!

A man might think
it is work or penury.

With you, it is work
AND penury. My Lord!

Here we have a man
of good character,

thrown out of work
on nothing but hearsay.

A man who could earn three shillings a week...
My Lord, he addresses the jury!

Where once he had a guinea,
gentlemen. My Lord! Mr Garrow!

Whose labour has been taken
from him by use of a machine.

And who now stands victim
to a false testimony

and to a friend's cowardice.

And if he is given guilty today...
My Lord, this is an outrage!

Mr Garrow, you must desist!
Is that meet? Is it?!

If he were he guilty,
which I state plainly he is not,

must he hang alongside
murderers and cutpurses?

Mr Garrow, you will be in contempt!
All for the breaking of wood and the cutting of silk?!

Is that a just end for any man?

Gentlemen... you must know
that Mr Garrow

was playing you like a harpist.

This is a simple matter.

Quinn was seen to commit the crime
of which he stands accused.

More, his fellow has turned
King's Evidence against him

and says the same.

There is no equivocation here.
Bring me a verdict!

We need time to consider, my Lord.

There is nothing to debate!

Well?!

We find him... not guilty.

You will reconsider!

It is our verdict!

Justice this day goes
to rank sentiment.

Foley! Stand up.

You will come before me
in four days time.

It will be perjury.
Expect no mercy.

Take him to Newgate.

Quinn, you may go.

Cathal!

Dia leat.

Did you curse him?

He said, "God be with you."

Did I defend a guilty man?

What matter now?

Robert Jones, otherwise
called Charles Warner

was indicted for that he,
on the 3rd of November...

I shall retire, Arthur.

Good night, then.

I am not wrong in this.

No, you are not...

if it brings Samuel back.

And would that please you?

To see that burden lifted from you?
Of course.

What if that burden should shift
from me to you?

It is the child you must want,
not my release from grief.

Can you take him as your own,

though he is another man's son?

If you doubt that...

It is because your feeling
in the matter is so great,

that it leaves no room for mine.

A sweet, young, free-born female

is tortured by the vicious governor
general of a slave colony.

Torture in Trinidad,
it's a sensation.

Do I not have claim to the child I
laboured long to bring into this world?

You abandoned him!
You lie! You stole him from me!

He used me most cruelly
and I want him paid out!

Dare you stand up for me,
Mr Garrow?

Will. What's this?
What have you done?

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