01x03 - Oh Is That What You Call It?

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You do know what people say
about her, don't you?

She's a bit like a man.

Don't be absurd.

I understand
you're leasing out your coal.

Per acre, 226 pounds,
17 shillings, and six pence.

If I don't get my price,
I shall sink my own pits.

I think she's bluffing.

We should just bide our time
and see what happens.

What she really needs
is a good friend.

And perhaps, she's found one.

I think you're a little bit
in love with me.

I do have
tender feelings for you.

I'm going on this excursion
with my cousin, Catherine.

I wish you could come with us.

I've been invited to a wedding.

- I don't want to go.
- Why don't you want to go?

It's complicated.

If you went,
the thing that seems complicated

might sort itself out.

We're going
to the Lake District.

- Ma'am, Mrs. Stansfield Rawson

and Miss Delia Rawson.

- Oh, of course.
- Show them in.

- Oh, Miss Lister.

- Mrs. Rawson.

- Miss Rawson.
- Do come in.

How nice to see you.

- How are you, my dear?

- Miss Walker
is very well indeed,

better than she's been
in a long time.

And how are you?

- I'm... I'm very well,
thank you.

- Good.
- Sit down.

- Well, as you have company,

perhaps we ought to come back
another time.

- Oh, if you like.

- You do look very well,
my dear.

Your trip to the Lake District
with Catherine

has obviously done you
a power of good.

She's talked about nothing else
since she got home.

- Your resemblance
to your sister

is remarkable, Miss Rawson,

except the lips,

I think, are fuller.

- How surprised we all were,
however, Miss Lister,

when Catherine told us
that you had turned up

so unexpectedly.

- Oh, really?
- But I adore the Lake District.

Wild horses
wouldn't keep me away.

Any excuse.

And anyway, I had nothing else
to do that afternoon.

- You definitely think
it's the right thing to do?

- Yes.

- She might laugh.

- She'd be daft to laugh,
situation she's in.

- I worry about us
not being able

to speak the same language.

- Oh, come.

What you've got to be certain
about is, is it what you want?

- First time I saw her.

When she stepped out
of that high flyer

and then spewed up,
I knew.

- Well, then, it's worth
risking a refusal then,

isn't it,
if you feel like that?

- You'll be me best man,
won't you?

Morning.

- Hello, John.

What's up?

- We need your help.
- Well, he does.

- All right.

- Well...

I was...

- He was wondering
about asking Eugénie

how she might feel
about marrying me.

- What?
- Him, him.

Not me.
Him.

- John Booth,
you dark horse!

- Yes, only, obviously,
I'd need your help,

Mrs. Cordingley,
to ask her.

- So hang on.

You want me to propose
by proxy for you?

- Yes.
- What do you think?

- And to pass the baby off
as yours?

- Yes, obviously.
- That's the point.

Eh, but if you could tell her
as well

that I think
she's very beautiful

and I'd be very honored

and I'd do everything I could
to make her very happy.

- Oh, isn't he lovely?

If she won't have you, John,
I will.

- You do know,
if she works it out,

she'll sack you, and your feet
won't touch the ground.

- Babies come early
all the time.

- Eh...

- Oui.

- Really?

- If we do go to Switzerland
and Rome...

- If?

Sorry. When.

When we go to Switzerland
and then Rome,

um, I can't go
until after February.

I've got people,

friends, coming to stay,

and I can't really
put them off.

I mean, I can,

but it would just be easier
if I didn't.

- Of course.

- But then once they've gone...
- Of course.

- I mean, in many ways,
I'd like to put them off.

I'd prefer it, but...
- If the thing's been arranged,

- you must stick with it.
- Mm.

- Sit down.

I was so happy

when you turned up
in Eskdale.

I'd been, um...

I'd been feeling rather low,

and I-I knew
that if there was

one face in the world
I'd be delighted to see,

it was yours,

and then there you were!

- Mm.
- You know, um...

before I went up there,

that day,

we were in my sitting room,

and you said...

Um...

You implied that you...

wanted to...

Kiss me.

And... and then
you were embarrassed,

but, well,
you shouldn't have been.

Because it doesn't frighten me.

- Really?

- Married?

- Yes, ma'am.

So we wondered
if... if you... you c-could tell...

Ask Miss Lister.

- Eugénie is
Anne's lady's maid,

and you're outdoor staff, John,

so strictly speaking,
that's her juris...

- Yes, I know that, but...

She won't like it, will she?
So...

- So you want me
to be the messenger

that gets sh*t?

It's sudden.

- Yes, but sometimes,
that's how it is.

- I didn't know
you spoke any French, John.

- Oui.

- I can't remember
when I've spent

so pleasant a day.

- I wonder if tomorrow,

you might pay a call,

a sort of formal call

on my aunt.

- Of course, if you like.

Thank you, James.

Um, and then,
tomorrow evening...

would you like to
come for dinner,

and then...

stay all night?

Are you sure?

- Where have you been?

I was on the cusp of
sending the servants out

looking for you.

It's past 10:00.
It's pitch dark!

You've been out all day.

You didn't come back
for dinner.

No one knew where you were!

I had to send
for Dr. Kenny.

- Why?
- For Aunt Anne!

She's had spasms
in her stomach,

not helped by the fact

that she's been
in a host of miseries

wondering where you were,

imagining you'd had
your throat slit

by a madman in the dark!

Lock up!

- Are you all right?
- What happened?

- Stomach cramps.

I was only over at Lightcliffe.

- Yes.
- We didn't know that, did we?

- Thank you, Marian.
- You're impossible.

- Yes.
- You're ridiculous.

- You're so selfish!
- Quite possibly.

Now, I need to talk
to Aunt Anne.

- Will you, in future,

think about others
whilst you're living here?

- Whilst...

Yes, certainly.
Thank you.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Right, good night.

- She worries about you.

- She needn't.
- But we all do.

- As long as you're all right.
- That's all that matters to me.

- But where were you?

It's been a rather unusual day,

and a happy one.

I was with Miss Walker.

We've become friends.

She confides in me.

We talk about
all sorts of things.

I think she's become
really rather fond of me.

I had begun to wonder...

Not that anything's
been said yet...

If she might make
a companion of me,

for life.

- And does she seem
disinclined to marry?

- She's 29.

- She's 12 years
younger than you.

Can't imagine
she's your intellectual equal.

- Would that matter,

if our tastes
were the same

and we were fond
of one another?

Is she vulgar?

- No.
- I thought the aunt was a bit,

but not her.

But where you would live?

- Here, at Shibden.

Not that anything's
been said yet.

- But would she leave
Crow Nest?

It's very elegant.

- Shibden could be elegant.

Shibden will be elegant.

- You know I want you
to be happy, above all things,

but her tribe
will have things to say.

- What could be better
for them?

Hmm?

Two respectable landed ladies

living together
as companions.

They wouldn't have to worry
about her anymore, would they?

She has 2 1/2 thousand a year,

2 of it
entirely at her disposal.

Wouldn't you say
that was a prudent match?

- Yes, of course,

if you were a man.

- Nature played
a challenging trick on me,

didn't she,

putting a bold spirit like mine

in this vessel,

in which I'm obliged

to wear frills and petticoats?

Well, I refuse
to be cowed by it.

- People can be very cruel.

- Shame on them.

- I don't want you
to be hurt.

- Sometimes,

if we want to be happy,
we have to risk getting hurt.

- This is Halifax.

They don't mince words.

- They can't touch me.

- I bet you don't read
at the breakfast table

when you're at Langton
with the Norcliffes,

or when she's staying
at Lawton Hall

with Mrs. Lawton,

or when you were in Hastings
with Miss Hobart.

- You're quite right, Marian,
of course.

- I am anxious
that the whole thing

hasn't been properly addressed.

- I'm sorry.
- The whole thing?

- Anne has assured me
that in future,

if she decides
to stay out later than usual,

she'll write us a note
or tell us in advance.

- It was only 10:00 when she
came in, though, wasn't it?

- If we'd known
to expect her at 10:00,

this would be
a very different conversation.

- You see, you've heard
about people

who get knocked about
and robbed.

- As it wa...
- And worse.

- As it was...
- She used to come in

at all hours.

- I had Cordingley
and Hemingway

poised on the verge
of going out looking for her!

- I found her once
at a lodging house

in Halifax
at 3:00 in the morning,

- playing cards...
- It's too easy.

- With a bunch of reprobates
from the 33rd.

Good Lord.

That was a while since.

- Perhaps she'd like
to apologize to the servants

for keeping them up.

- I'm not apologizing
to my own servants.

No one asked them...
- The servants.

- Oh, it's about that.
- Of course it is.

- It's about respect
for other people...

- Whatever it starts off as,

it always comes back to that.

- No, it doesn't!

Well, why wouldn't it?

Am I supposed
to take it lying down,

the fact that my sister...

You certainly wouldn't...
Has cheated me

out of what is
rightly half mine!

- No, no, no, no, no.

- You're going to have
to let this go, Marian,

for your own health.

It's becoming an obsession,

and it was never
rightly half yours.

It was entirely
at Uncle James' disposal

who he left the estate to,

and we all know
why he did.

- I shall get married!

- I shall get married!
- Oh, really?

Oh, good.

- And I shall have a child...
Yes, really... a son.

- Congratulations.
- And one day, he will...

- You better look sharp
about it, Marian...

- You think I have no life
outside these four walls?

- Because you're
no spring chicken.

- Oh, you are sowing
the wind hourly, daily,

minute by minute,

and you will reap
the whirlwind!

- Where are you going?

You're not going to get married
right now,

are you, Marian?

Good heavens.
There's no stopping her.

We better get
the banns read.

- You can sneer
all you like,

but one day,
I shall have a son,

and he will have
a greater claim to Shibden

than you, and then, then...

then, we shall see!

- You're going to give birth
to spite me?

Well, I do hope this husband

is someone worthy
of marrying my sister

and fathering a Lister.

- He won't be a Lister!

- Hmm.

- Rachel, I'd like you
to pack my imperial.

I'm going to stay
with Mr. and Mrs. Dyson

in Market Weighton
for a few weeks.

I'll write ahead
and explain.

- Now, ma'am?
- Yes, now!

- Morning.

- Morning, ma'am.

- Morning.

- Morning, ma'am.

- Thomas.
- d*ck.

- Ma'am.
- Sowden.

- Morning, ma'am.

- Morning, Pickels.

- Morning, missus.
- You made a start.

- Cracking on
while the weather's with us.

- I see you've got
Sam Sowden working for you.

- Aye, well, uh, I needed
someone with a cart

for stone, and the fella
I normally use

is off on another job.

- Is he pulling his weight?

- Summat up, Bob?

- Ah, no, you're right, Sam.

- Has he been drinking?

- I ha... I don't...

- It's five-and-twenty
to 10:00 in the morning.

- I don't think he's, uh...

- Are you scared of him?
- How do you mean?

- Then why are you
defending him?

- As I say,
I needed a cart, so...

- William Hardcastle
over at Roydelands

- has a good cart.
- Well, maybe,

but this one's here now, so...
- You shall soon see

this sort of thing
just doesn't do for me.

Are you gonna say something,
or shall I?

- Eh?
- Sowden!

- Ah?
- What's the matter?

- You're not working for me
in that state.

You'll have to go home.

- What state?

- I don't want to fall out
with you twice,

but if I have to, I will.

- What state?
- Don't deny it.

You'll just dig yourself
deeper.

Send one of your lads
over to Roydelands.

Tell Hardcastle Miss Lister
will consider it a great favor

if we could borrow his cart.

Tell him I'll give him
two shillings

on top of whatever
you've allocated for the job.

- Hang on, hang on, hang on.

What's she accusing me of?

- You'd better get
off home, Sam.

- She seri'sly suggesting
I come to work

whatever time it is drunk?

'Cause if you are...
I mean, if she is,

I don't care who she is.
I...

- You're drunk, Sowden.

Thomas, I want you
to take your father home,

and then I want you
to come back.

- A'ight.
- All right.

Know what you are,
don't you, eh?

- Eh?
- Now, let's keep it polite.

- She's a fella.
- Hey!

Now get him off home now!

- Fella in a frock.
- Hey, come on, Sam.

- Ah, go on, go on,

show us your cock.
Come on.

- Stop it!
- Just calm down!

- Mean, "ca... "?
- Come on, Sam.

- I didn't start anything.
- I don't... I don't...

- Sam!
- All right, all right.

How did we get here?

- And tomorrow, Sowden...
Are you listening to me?

When you're sober,
if you're sober,

I'd like you to come up
to the hall, and we can have

a very quiet,
very thoughtful conversation

about your tenancy.

You what?

- Take him home.

- Go with him.

Make sure he gets him home.

Unbe...

This is...
- Sit down.

- Didn't even do anything!

- Idiot.

- Lot of shouting
this morning,

Marian and Anne.

Can't think what about.

I never really listen.

Well, I can't hear...

Which could be a blessing.

- I-I remember
what it was.

Oh.
Hail to the chief.

- Mr. Rawson.
- Miss Lister.

I'm sorry to hear you've had
a contretemps with your sister.

- Oh, I don't think so.

Marian and I rarely argue
about anything.

Shall we be brief?

- Well, I...

I got your note
about the other party

offering you your price.

Um, I have to be frank.

My brother and I are amazed.

- Well, there you have it.

If you want to better
the offer I've had,

then now's your chance,
but as I said before,

I remain indifferent
about selling my coals or not.

- Well, I had naively thought

that you might be
more reasonable to deal with.

- More reasonable?

Oh, you mean softer.

- No, madam,
I meant more reasonable.

- Well, now you know me better.

I have heard
a good deal about coal

in the last few days
and weeks,

and rather than find me
easier to bargain with,

I'm afraid now
you'll find me harder.

So, £226,

17 shillings and sixpence
per acre

to be paid per annum in two
half-yearly installments,

the first of which to be made
on signing the deed.

You have ten years
to get the coal in.

If not got in that time,

I'll allow you a further term,
not exceeding five years.

Oh, and if it causes you
no great upset,

I'd like provision made
in the lease

for me to go down
your Law Hill pit.

- Why?
- Why?

- Because it fascinates me.

You'll access the bed

from your Law Hill pit,

and I'd like to see it.
That's all.

- Well,

I'm sure it can be arranged,

but it's hardly something

to put in a lease.

I have to talk to my...
My brother.

- Of course you would.

I have to go.

I'll send a note to Mr. Parker
to draw up the lease.

I've already been
through the details with him.

And then he'll be in touch
with you about signing it.

- What's happened?

- Nowt.

Finished work
for the day.

- That's all.
- I thought...

Well, didn't Mr. Pickels say

it were a couple weeks
of a job?

- Yeah, it was.
- It is.

Right, I'm going back,
and I'm taking the cart.

- You're going nowhere,
you little runt.

Cart stays here.

- I'm sick of being tarred
by the same brush as him.

- Aren't they getting
Mr. Hardcastle's cart?

- Yeah, well, they'll have two
if we take this one back.

- You're going nowhere!

Told you.

You can piss off an' all.

- What are you doing?

- Off you trot!

- We're gonna get thrown
off farm,

all 'cause he can't do
even part of a day's work

without getting drunk

and opening his stupid,
nasty mouth!

- Gosh.
- Sam, please don't!

Please, leave him alone!

- Sam, stop it, please!
- Get off!

- Leave him alone, please!

Sam, leave him alone!

- Stop it!
- G... stop!

- Leave him, Sam!
- Don't!

- Please!
- You're gonna k*ll him!

- Stop it!

- Sam, please, leave him alone!
- Squeak, piggy.

Squeak!

- Stop it!

- You stupid bitch.

- No!
- No!

- Get off me!
- Get off me!

Get off me, you...
- Alfie!

Alfie, there's
a rope in t'cart!

Get that rope!
Get it!

- Get off!

- Stop wriggling!
- Agh!

- Stop wriggling, you pig!

- You're a f*cking bastard!

- Shut your dirty mouth.

- You better...

- Anne...

I think...

- I'm afraid there's been

- a change of plan.
- Oh?

- Well, nothing to do
with this, us, and all to do

with Marian being ridiculous
and irritating.

- Oh, dear.
- So... mm...

Bit of a bust-up, so she's off
to Market Weighton.

- I'm sorry.

- Huh?
- Don't be.

So... so I think we...

Let's wait a day or two,

let the dust settle,
and then...

And then we'll pay your call
on my aunt.

- But you'll still come to me
for dinner this evening?

- Of course.
- And stay all night?

Ah...

- They had to send for a doctor
last night for my aunt.

Now, with her... madam...
Going off to Market Weighton,

it would look very bad

if I left her
with just the servants

all night.

Sorry.
It's...

bad timing, I know,

but... I will still come
to dinner,

and stay for a little while,
if that's...

- And then, another time,

when the dust's settled...

and soon, we can...
- I'd like that.

Um, there was
something else

I wanted to, um...

tell you.

I've had a letter.

It's about you.

- Married?

- Apparently, so would you
tell Caligula?

- Well, Eugénie
speaks no English,

and he surely doesn't
speak any French.

- I agreed to be
the messenger.

Anne will no doubt
get to the nub of it,

effortlessly
and in her own manner.

- Oh, I wish you and Anne
wouldn't argue.

- She's the one that...
- I know, I know.

Eh, might you get married?

Is there someone?

- I have twice
been invited to tea

at Dr. and Mrs. Kenny's

when Mr. John Abbott
has been invited, too, and...

he and I have become,
well, friendly.

- John Abbott?
- Yes.

- Is he not something
in wool?

- Yes, but he's also
a founder member

of the Halifax
Joint Stock Banking Company,

and he owns property
in Australia and New Zealand.

Nothing's been said,

but he has intimated
to Mrs. Kenny

that he's, well...

really rather fond of me.

Anyway, look,

I shan't be gone
for more than two weeks,

and if you need me, write.

I'll come straight back.

Oh, and please,

don't tell Anne
about Mr. Abbott.

I shouldn't have said
what I said this morning,

but she just makes me so cross!

- Are you all right?

- This is written by someone
who knows nothing about me.

It's so poisonous.
It's so cowardly.

- I suppose it wasn't meant
for your eyes,

but... I wanted you
to see it,

because I wanted you to know

that I don't care
what anyone says about you,

not least someone
who daren't even put their name

to their work.

- Got to go
see how my aunt is.

I'll see you this evening.

Can I take this?

- Mm.

James,

were you riding on the back
of Miss Walker's carriage

the other week,
when that accident happened

- above my house?
- Yes, ma'am.

- So you were facing
the gig, then?

As I understand it, the gig
that forced its way through

and caused all the bother.

- Yes, ma'am.

- The boy lost a leg.

Any information
would be useful.

- Well, the only thing:

after it all happened,

William Bell, our groom,

said he could swear blind

that the driver was
Mr. Rawson himself.

- It's Mr. Rawson,
Mr. Parker.

- Mr. Parker.
- Mr. Rawson.

- There's a problem.

- I have come to terms, Parker,

with Miss Lister's
ridiculous price,

and I will even sign to say

she can go down
my Law Hill pit,

under certain conditions,

so surely now...
- It's...

There's this other thing.

I had assumed

that we were talking
about the upper bed

and the lower bed
for the named price,

but here, it seems

that we're buying
just the lower bed,

and that is the richest seam,

but obviously,
it's the upper bed we're...

interested in as well.

- Has your client
any real intention

of sealing this deal,
Mr. Parker,

or is she just playing
some impenetrable game,

the point of which
is to vex me?

We're men of business.

We like to shake hands
and move forward,

not jump through endless hoops

of her whimsical, idiotic,
and ill-informed construction.

- I think of all the criticisms

one might level at Miss Lister,
that, um,

"whimsical, idiotic,
and ill-informed"

are rather wide of the mark.

- Was this not clarified
in all these conversations

you've been having with her?

- I was talking
about whole surface measure,

which normally would mean
the upper bed

and the lower bed.

She has specified
in this lease

"sufficient measure,"

which, when you read it
closely,

she's talking
just about the lower bed.

- Both beds, or no deal.

Your client, Mr. Parker,

needs to learn to stop
wasting my time.

Perhaps you could spell that
out to her.

Welly!

- He's messed his pants.
- Has he?

- He offered me sixpence
to untie him.

- He hasn't got sixpence.

- No, I know.

- Mr. Pickels was grateful
to have the cart back,

you'll be thrilled to learn.

- You'd better untie me.

- How do we know
you won't start throwing

your weight around again?

- Someone comes along here
and finds me like this,

you ain't gonna last
two minutes, lad.

- Thing is, no one ever does
come out here,

do they?

I mean, not out here.

Nobody visits us, do they?

'Cause nobody likes us.

- Miss Lister is expecting me
at the hall tomorrow.

I mean, you think she ain't
gonna come

snooping around here
if I don't turn up, huh?

Aye.

Never thought about that,
did you?

Elsie.

- Amy!

- A note just arrived, ma'am,

from Mr. Jeremiah Rawson's
servant.

- Madam, I am at a loss
to account

for the misunderstanding
between us.

I considered
by "sufficient measure,"

you meant both the lower
and upper bed,

and that was
the only consideration

that induced me to offer
such an enormous price.

- I'm off.

10:00.
- I'm going to send John.

- You're not going
to send John.

- I'm going to send John.

I do not like you
walking home alone.

- Fine, send John,
but tell him not to arrive

any earlier than 9:35.

- You cannot walk back
from Lightcliffe in 25 minutes.

- I can walk anywhere
in 25 minutes.

- Well, John can't!

- Well, then, I shall be
approximately five minutes

later than 10:00,
and only because of John.

Try not to lose
any more colonies, Captain.

- What'd she say?
- Nothing.

- Where's she going?
- John, just to warn you,

is getting married.

- John?

- We'll have
this conversation later.

- This John?
- Our John?

- Who to?
- And, um...

- Who's John
getting married to?

- There's something worse.
- Well, not...

- Worse?

- Um, Marian.

- Marian?

Marian's getting married?
Who to?

Not to John, I trust...

Or maybe they are.
What do I know?

Marian.
Does Marian even...

Really?

- Marian's getting married?
- No, no, no.

- Who is John
getting married to?

- Look, I said
I wouldn't say anything.

I want you to have
a nice evening,

so off you pop, and we'll talk
about this later.

- No, we set off
at 5:00 a.m.

We didn't get back
until 20 past midnight.

- No!

- I'm afraid I tired
my poor friend,

Miss McLaine, out.

Not a morsel of food
to eat all day,

but yes,
I'd quite happily spend

so much more time
in the highlands.

Oh, I had a letter,

um, earlier this evening,

from my friend,
Mrs. Ainsworth.

I think I told you
about them this morning.

Um, it turns out that he...
Mr. Ainsworth...

Has applied for a position
as clerk

at the Lightcliffe church,

and he has a meeting...
Interview...

The week after next
with the trustees,

so they want to come
and stay then

instead of January, and...

Well, I know you said
you wanted to wait

until after February to travel

because of your aunt,
but the p...

The point is,
from my point of view,

we could be off sooner.

- I wanted
to ask you something.

I wanted to ask,

when we come back
from the Continent,

whether...

You see, the thing is,
I shall never get married,

ever,

and if you felt

that you might never
get married either...

and you were prepared
to give up

all thought
of ever having children,

I wondered if,

on our return,

might we not live together,

set up home together,

as companions?

It'd be like a marriage.

- Quite as good,

or better.

I do wonder, though.

You see, I think I told you

that I've always been
very fond of children,

and whilst... giving birth

isn't something that I'd want

and whilst I always thought
that I would never marry,

I did at one time

feel an inclination
not to keep to that,

so...

it's difficult
to positively say

that I might never feel
that same inclination again.

- Oh.

- So rather than give you
a yes now,

could we wait six months?

- Six months?

- Well, it is, is it not,

the same as a proposal,

and would it not be prudent

in any... in all circumstances

for both parties
to fully consider

everything that...

- Of course.

Of course it would.

It is exactly like a proposal,

and six months is April.

Shall we say the third?
It's my birthday.

- Is it?
- Mm.

I can wait that long,

as long as I have reason
to hope.

- Oh, I...

I think you have
every reason to hope.

- Evening.
- I'm calling for Miss Lister.

- Who is it, Harry?

- It's only me, Mr. Priestley.

John Booth, from Shibden Hall.

- Oh.

What can we do for you, John?

- Well, I've come
for Miss Lister.

- Miss Lister?

- To walk her back.

- Hello, John.

- Hello, Mrs. Priestley.

- Miss Lister isn't here.

- Oh, uh, she's set off?

- No, she's not been here
since, uh...

When was Anne here?

- Uh, Tuesday.

- Oh, was she not here
last night

or the night before that?

I've come to the wrong house.

They said Lightcliffe,

so I assumed...

Oh, I am sorry.
I've disturbed you.

- Don't worry, John.
- Well, where is she, then?

- Well, happen
she's at Miss Walker's.

- Surely you care enough
about me to say yes.

You do realize
you'll break my heart now

if you say no.

Wait, stop.

- Sorry, what?

- It's...

It's just too much.
It's too soon.

- Did I hurt you?

- No, it's not that.
- It's...

It's too soon.
I'm not...

- Not what?

- I don't know.

- Does it feel wrong?

- No...

Not the kissing,
but just th-this.

I just...
I don't know.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

- Have I spoiled everything?

- No.

- I just... I...

I've never done this before,

and probably not
very good at it.

I don't want
to disappoint you.

- You haven't.

You haven't.

Ann...

- Oh.
- That'll be John.

- Have you done this before?

- No,

of course not.

- What are you looking at?

- What?

- Hmm?
- Nothing.

- Ma'am, so did, um,

did anyone talk to you

about me and... and...

- You and...
- Eugénie.

- No.
- Oh.

- My aunt said
you were getting married.

Who to?

Not Eugénie.

No.

Really?

- She... we...
- How?

No, seriously, how?

You don't even speak
the same language.

You have no French.
She barely speaks any English.

- No, but love is blind.

- Rubbish.

Love needs language
to express itself.

At a normal, prosaic level,
marriage is a legal agreement

that can't be negotiated
by just gazing at someone.

- Well, Mrs. Cordingley
has a smattering, as you know...

She was your lady's maid
for a time...

And yes, she's been very kind.

It's not often
I'm speechless, John!

- No.

- Well,

I'm not sure it's something

I can give my consent to,

not very readily, anyway...

not that I would ever wish
to get in the way

of someone's happiness,
obviously.

- No, ma'am.

- Well...

I shall speak to her.

- Very good, ma'am.

Oh, there was summat else.

Miss Lister, it was just...
- Keep up.

- I went to New House just now

first, instead of Crow Nest.

Well, your aunt
said Lightcliffe, so...

And I assumed wrongly
that you were

with Mr. and Mrs. Priestley,

so I disturbed them.

I did apologize to them.

Uh, they were
very polite about it,

but, uh, so... yeah.

- Help me!
- Help me!

- Morning.

- Help me.

Help me!

Come on, help me!

Help me!
Help! Help!

Help!
Agh!

- Yeah, I wish I could believe
you've learned a lesson,

but I'm scared you haven't.

See, I'm scared
you never will.

Can you see that this
isn't the way to live,

where everyone who should
mean something to you

is frightened of you every time
you walk into a room,

every time they hear
your voice?

Can you see that?

Eh?

Just say something.

Come on, just say something
that makes me think

you've learned a lesson.

- John Abbott?

- She's been to tea twice
at the Kennys'

whilst Mr. Abbott was there.
That's all.

- He makes carpets,
John Abbott.

- Wool, yes, probably.

- Either way,
he's trade through and through.

- I said I wouldn't
say anything.

- You're going to have
to put the tin lid

- on that one, Captain.
- Mm.

- Otherwise, I will.

- Ooh, I'm going to get
into trouble now.

They were only
having tea together.

- Twice.

I'm off to check
on the men.

Nonsense.

You've done the right thing.

Marian has no judgment.

She always needs a steer
in the right direction,

but better coming
from you, Father,

rather than me.

You know
how ridiculous she gets.

When she comes back,
if she comes back.

- Marian should get married.

Do her good.

Who cares if he's trade?

If he has enough money
and he cares about her,

and they can make
a life of it together...

The world's moving forward,

even if she isn't.

- I might pop in at Crow Nest.

Do you imagine she's ill...

Miss Walker...

If Miss Lister's
been round there

several nights in a row?

- It's one possibility.

- I might pop in.

I don't want
to be a busybody...

But I might pop in.

- Did you have any more trouble
with Sam Sowden yesterday?

- No, ma'am.

Uh, Thomas brought
the cart back,

and then he worked
like a trooper.

- Good.
- Thomas?

- Come on, lad.

- Morning, Miss Lister.

- Will you...

Good morning.

Will you remind your father
I'd like to see him today

- up at the hall?
- Yes, ma'am.

- And if he doesn't
come see me,

I shall go and see him,

and he'll like the consequences
even less

- if it comes to that.
- Yes, ma'am.

- And Thomas, tell him
I appreciate him

letting you bring
the cart back.

- Uh, I can't just...
Sorry, ma'am.

The thing is...

I can work hard,

even if me father
isn't inclined, and...

It'd be very hard
on me mother

and the little ones if...

If we were
to lose the farm.

- Yes, but the problem is,
Thomas,

my agreement is with him,

and he and I need
to be better friends,

and he needs
to accept my authority,

or the whole thing
just doesn't work.

- I'll be back later.
- Yes, ma'am.

Come on back to work, lad.

- Uh, can I nip out,
Mr. Pickels?

I can leave cart here.
Only if I don't remind him,

he won't turn up.

- Is she...
- Yes, ma'am.

- Ann?

- I'm so glad you're here.

- What's happened?

- Nothing.
- It's just,

after last night,
I didn't think you'd come back.

- Ah.

You'll find me
a lot more constant than that.

- I don't deserve you.

I'm not good enough for you.

You're so clever
and interesting.

You'll soon get fed up with me.

- Ann, you've got
to stop having

such a poor opinion
of yourself.

Hmm?

You're clever,

and you're interesting.

- Do you still want us
to live together?

- Need you ask?

I was so terrified
I might never see you again.

- Why?
- Because of... last night.

Because I couldn't give you
what you wanted.

- These things take time.

- Ma! Ma!

- What, is summat up?

- Miss Lister wants to see him

up at the hall.

I'm going to have
to let him loose.

I was wondering if you
should walk the little ones

into Halifax for a while,

and then, if he kicks off
and lashes out,

they'll be out of the way.

- What about you?

- I can run faster than him,

if he starts anything.

- Alf, go find Amy.
- We're going into Halifax.

And you, just be careful,
and run.

If you have to, just run.

- Miss Lister wants to see you

up at the hall,

and God knows you have
some talking to do,

'cause she isn't happy
with you,

so I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh, I don't know.

The thing is,
even if I let you loose

and you went up there,

chances are,
she'd just kick us off anyway,

way she were talking,

so I don't know.

But you better say
the right thing.

You should get yourself
cleaned up

and say the right thing
to her.

- I'll k*ll you!
- I'll k*ll you!

Get me off this f*cking chair!

Get me out
of this f*cking chair!

Untie me!
Get me out of this chair!

Get me off this f*cking chair!

Untie me!

I'm gonna rip your innards
through your assh*le,

you little sod!
Untie me!

I'll k*ll you!

- You know
one of the only things

I ever learned from you, eh?

- Get me off
this f*cking chair!

- Eh?

You ignorant bastard!

When I were little,

"The thing about a hungry pig,"
you said,

"is that it'll eat anything
and everything.

Absolutely..."

"Anything."

- Good morning!

- Morning, ma'am.

- I'm sorry to be...

Just, I noticed
the blinds were down,

and I wondered
is Miss Walker ill?

- No, ma'am,
she's with Miss Lister.

I love you.

- Don't knock.

- Sorry, ma'am?

- What?

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- You were... you were...

- I'm not feeling well.

Miss Lister's been looking
after me.

- Oh, I see.

Is that what you call it?

- Sorry?

- For years,

I have defended you

against comments.

- Eliza...
- Don't you "Eliza" me!

Your aunt has been
in a host of miseries

with you staying out late,
and this...

You...

You're playing with fire.

Do you understand?
Both of you.

Oh.

- Is everything all right,

Miss Walker?

- Yes, thank you, James.

Should we go upstairs?

It appears you have my niece

quite under your spell,
Miss Lister.

I'd rather think
she has me under hers.

I've had a tenant...
disappeared.

How's things with Tom?
Any sign of him?

The Rawsons.
They've been stealing my coal.

I told you,
it's a nasty business.

I've had a letter
from Mr. Ainsworth.

Do you think I should marry him?

If you take him,
you'd have to give me up.

If I did,
it would be out of duty.

Do you really think
that I'm someone to have

my future happiness
decided by fate?

You're going to have
to make a decision.