01x08 - Are You Still Talking?

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If Marianna and I
ever did get together

after all our trials,

finally, the world
might make sense.

Mr. Rawson, stealing my coal
when I'm not here to manage it.

Could you secure me a loan?

What security could you offer?

The deeds to Shibden.

I still love you,

more than your Miss Walker
ever would have done.

Then come and live with me
at Shibden.

That is what we always said.

"When Charles dies!"

So what am I supposed to do,
just wait, yet again,

for this maybe, sometime,
never event?

My cousin and his mother

are coming to us
for dinner next Wednesday.

A great kindness
if you would join us.

I shan't marry him.

I want to go home.

There's no one there
to look after you, Ann.

What have you done?

I don't know.

- My dear Aunt.

Providence has once again

bent her gently smiling beams
my way.

When I visited
Madame de Bourke

in the Rue Faubourg
Saint Honoré

and told her of my indecision

whether to go north or south,

she wasted no time
in begging me

to accompany her niece,
a Miss Sophie Ferrall,

to Copenhagen.

The young lady in question
is a sensible girl of 24

who lately turned down
a Russian

with an income
of 2,000 a year,

as a result of which.

Madame de Bourke barely knew

what to do with her,

and so she is sending her back
to her sister,

the Countess Blucher,
in Copenhagen.

- He was 20 years older
than me.

The Russian.

She didn't tell you that...
My aunt?

- Mm-mm.

- I would only ever marry
for love,

and I told her this,

and she said,
"Sophie, you are naive."

Do you think I'm pretty,
Miss Lister?

- I think you dress prettily.

- Yes, but me?

I've seen you looking at me.

- I've seen you
looking at me.

- Well, you are very unusual
to look at.

What are you running away from?

- Why do you think I'm running
away from something?

- A woman...

of your rank,
traveling alone.

It's a curious thing.

Has someone broken your heart?

What a vivid imagination.

- I think
I've touched a nerve.

So?

Who is he?

- She?

- And so our course is set.

We left Paris and traveled
via Meaux to Epernay.

Then on Thursday,
we passed into Luxembourg,

and then over the Moselle
into Prussian territory.

From Wittlich, we were obliged
to hire four horses

to take us over the mountains
and arrived in Koblenz

on Sunday at 4:10.

Then at Marburg,
I slept in my greatcoat,

as the bed was damp.

At Kassel, Miss Ferrall and I

took a calèche
and went to visit

the Palace d'Hercule,
which was stunning,

although, hmm, the waterfall
was a disappointment.

Just before I left Paris,

I received the letter
you forwarded me

from Mrs. Sutherland
in Inverness.

Apparently, Miss Walker
is no better.

If anything,
she sounds worse.

Mrs. Sutherland hinted
at some sort of breakdown,

although she gave me
no details

as to the nature of it,

and indeed, I got the idea

there was rather more to it
than she was saying,

though Lord knows what.

I wrote back three pages
full of sound advice...

and hope to hear
from her again

when I reach Copenhagen.

- Miss Lister.

Oh.

Oh, hell's bells.

- Our John can get over
to t'hoss fair in Otley

first thing at morning
and buy another,

but we've sent lads home.

There'll be no more sinking
this pit

till we get gin
turning again.

- You know what I'm going
to say to you, though,

don't yer?
Eh?

- Money.

Buying broken
carriage horses

is a damn sight cheaper
than hiring

a pair of eight-year-olds

till summat goes wrong,

and then it isn't.

- They said they can sink
this pit

at 23 shillings a yard.

- They took a risk,
and they've been unlucky,

so they're gonna be breaking

into whatever contingency
they budgeted for,

and they've only been at it
for six weeks.

- Right. Well, what?

Do you want me to write
and tell her?

- Well, I think she needs
to know

that realistically, she might
have to part with more money.

Yes, I know, I know,

but everything's pared down
to a minimum as it is,

and it is
a damned dangerous business

to be cutting
any more corners in.

- I don't think there is
any more money.

That's the thing.

- Ah.
- That must be her.

- Thomas, our carriage.
- Miss Lister!

- Miss Lister, Miss Lister!
- Ah, there you are.

- Lady Harriet.
- Hello.

- Mr. De Hagemann.

- Welcome to Copenhagen,
Miss Lister.

- Could we drop
Miss Ferrall off

- at the Countess' address in...
- Uh, Blancogarde.

- Of course.
- Yes, yes.

- How was the passage?
- Terrible!

- We've arranged rooms for you
at the Hotel Royale

- on the Roskilde Road.
- Excellent.

- Our carriage is this way.
- Come.

- Eugénie, you tell Thomas
it's the Hotel Royale.

- Yes.
- Yes, yes.

- Wonderful.

- It's through here.

- Thank you for coming
to get us.

- Will it do?
- Ah!

It's perfect.

Thank you.

You've been very kind.

- Oh, Miss Lister,
it's a treat having you here.

And Vere says you intend
to stay through the winter?

- Until the spring.

Then I shall sail
to St. Petersburg

and on to Moscow,

unless events take me home.

You don't have
any correspondence

for me, do you?

- Yes, we do, actually.

- Ah, I took the liberty
of giving some of my people

your address.
Vere said you wouldn't mind.

- Oh, not in the least.
- Not for a moment.

- Here we are.

- Is this all?

- Yes.
- Were you expecting something

particular?

- I have a... friend

who's been unwell.

Her sister wrote to me
from Scotland

for some advice

while I was in Paris...

Just before I left, in fact,
four weeks ago,

and I wrote back, but...

I just thought there
might have been something else

from her to let me know
how she was.

- Oh, dear.
- I... I'm sorry.

- She's still there.

She hasn't moved for...

almost half an hour.

- Well, she's not
hurting anyone

and getting fresh air, so...

- Did that letter ever turn up?
- Hmm?

- Miss Lister's letter
from Paris

with her forwarding address
in Copenhagen.

- Oh.
- No.

- No, I've not seen it.
- Have you looked?

- Yes.

I told you I had.

- Well, it's a mystery, then.

Things get thrown out

occasionally by accident.

- Well, I can't send
her my letter, then,

thanking her
for her kind advice.

I'm sure she's reached
Copenhagen by now.

- Well, I hardly think
it matters.

I'm not convinced it was
the right thing to do anyway,

trying to involve her again.

Does Ann know you wrote to her?

- No.
- I was going to tell her

when Miss Lister replied,

but because you didn't want us
to follow her advice,

I was worried
that it might cause

more harm than good.

- I don't mind if you want
to follow her advice

as regards her seeing
a medical man,

but why she insists
on taking her

all the way to York
to see Dr. Belcombe

when we have perfectly
good medical men here,

I can't fathom.

- Well, it's only that
she knows him, I suppose,

and likes him.

- I'm glad you didn't show it
to her.

I do worry that it's unhealthy,

this... obsession

she has with Miss Lister.

- Obsession?
- Well, isn't it?

You said she's always talking
about her,

and she's drawn her.

There is a picture

- in the back of her sketchbook.
- Is there?

- How do you know this?
- I looked.

- It isn't an obsession.

They're friends.

Ever since...

When Mother d*ed so quickly
after Father,

she was one of the first people
to visit us.

She was always so cheerful
and kind.

Yes, she always left
a great impression on Ann.

- I'm going to invite
Alexander again,

and his mother.

I thought it went rather well
the other week.

I wonder
if I should persuade him

to whip up the courage
to propose to her again.

- No.

No, he needs to accept
the answer

she gave him
the last time she was here.

- I think it would do her good

to be married, settled,

and to have children.

It would give her
something to think about

other than herself.

- Giving birth doesn't always
rid one

of one's demons.

- Really?

Well, good gracious me.

It certainly should.

- We're so grateful
to you, Miss Lister,

taking the trouble to bring
my sister all this way.

- Ah.
- Miss Lister likes trouble.

- And everyone says
that you're staying

in Copenhagen
through the winter,

- Miss Lister.
- So sorry.

- Oh, well, then, you need

to be presented at court.

- Mm!
- Yes!

It's no good being here
all winter

without being presented
at court.

- Really?

- Not if you want
to make friends

or have any sort
of social life.

- Exactly.

- You can sort that out,
De Hagemann, surely?

- Well, yes, if that's
what Miss Lister would like.

- Well, if that's...

- I can speak
to our chargé d'affaires,

Mr. Brown,

and see how soon
it can be arranged.

- I've never been presented
at court at home.

Surely, wouldn't that
exclude me from...

- Not necessarily.
- Not in Denmark.

- Not if you're friends
with De Hagemann.

- Mr. De Hagemann spends
more time

with the king
than the queen does,

Miss Lister.

Hardly.

I'm one of the king's
many aides-de-camp.

- Personal assistant.

- Oh, and if it's done sooner,
rather than later,

Miss Lister, you'll be in time
to be invited

to the queen's birthday ball
on the 30th.

- Yeah!
- Ah.

- "No one can do enough
for me.

"You would be astonished
and delighted

"by how well I get on.

"The De Hagemann
are kindness itself,

"the Comtesse Blucher
has positively adopted me

"as her own,

"and I really do begin
to feel my spirits lift.

"My day regularly begins
with a two-hour walk

"up and down the Roskilde Road

"and the afternoons
with excursions,

"sightseeing or shopping,

"often with Lady Harriet,
or the Comtesse Blucher,

or both."

Oh, here we go again.

"The Mr. De... 'Hayjiman'

"helped me calculate
my expenses,

"although I soon had the hang
of the Danish kroner,

"and it will be much cheaper

"when I find
my own apartment,

"given that I intend to be here
until the spring.

"My best love to you all.

Yours affectionately,"
and then she's signed it.

All that energy she has!

- You all right?

- I'm tired out just listening
to what she's been up to.

- Aunt,

- are you all right?
- Yes, yes,

of course I am.

Read it to me again.

- "My dear Aunt,

"I hope this letter
finds you well.

"I'm sorry
I've not written sooner,

but I've been busier
than even I imagined."

- "And I'm eager to learn,
in as much detail as possible,

how the matter progresses."

- Read it to me again.

- She says...

Well, first off,
she says that...

Uh, you do know
about the, uh...

pit sinking
at Conery?

- Yes, she did tell me
about it,

five minutes before she left.

Yes.

- Yeah.

So I wrote to her
about three weeks ago

explaining that we'd... they'd...

Run into difficul...
Well, not difficulties.

They had unfor...

Well, it wasn't unforeseen,
in fact,

it was something they really
might have anticipated,

only, uh, they were trying
to keep the costs down.

It backfired,
and it has been dealt with.

The problem now

is that there's very little
to fall back on

if anything else goes wrong,

and if anything does go wrong,

it needs dealing with briskly

so that the works
aren't brought

to a standstill again.

So she's saying, uh,

"Please ask my father,

"should the need arise,

"if we may call on him

"for some or all

"of the £450

"he offered me some time ago.

"Please emphasize to him

"this is a contingency,

and we may not need
to call on him at all."

- Yes, and how likely is that?

And where'd she get the money
in the first place?

- Well, I couldn't say,
Captain Lister.

You know how she loves

to keep her cards
close to her chest.

- But she has borrowed it
from someone,

and not Miss Walker.

- Miss Walker?

I don't think so, sir.

- She told me

it would cost the best part
of £2,000

to sink a new pit,

and it couldn't be done,
and then,

two minutes before she's off,

it's all happening.

So where did she get
that kind of money from?

- I'm just passing a message,
Captain Lister.

- Miss Lister, Madame.

- How was it?

- Ridiculous!

I curtsied to the wrong person.

Oh, no!

- Froken Lister
af Shibden Hall

I Halifax
I West Riding, Yorkshire.

- Your Majesty.

Oh, I think
we'll all get over it.

- Oh, this is the queen.

- Your Majesty.

- Well, well, Miss Lister,

of Shibden Hall in...
Halifax.

- A thousand apologies,
Your Majesty.

- What brings you
to Copenhagen?

- Oh, well,
where to start?

- At the beginning.

Tell me about Halifax.

- Halifax?

- It's in the North,

which I understand
is in turmoil

with all the new,
uh, mach... machinery.

- Well, yes, some people
are up to no good.

- It is the future,

however, is it not,

this new machinery?

- Well, that's one way
of looking at...

- And we must always
embrace the future.

Isn't that so?

- I'm...

not always convinced
that's necessar...

- Do you always wear black?

- Well, no.
- I...

Yes, always.

- Why?

- It suits me.

- But I can see
that any number of colors

would suit you.

- I was engaged to a person,

and the person to whom
I was engaged

- married someone else...
- Ah.

- And ever since then,
Your Majesty,

I have been in mourning
for my loss,

and that's why I rarely...

Very rarely... wear
anything other than black.

- When was this...
- catastrophe?

- 1816.

- That's 16 years ago.

- 17.

- How romantic.

And yet, time you got over it,
perhaps?

Again, Miss Lister,

should we not always
look to the future?

- Except it keeps happening.

- Ah.

That's why
you're in Copenhagen.

You're on the run
from a broken heart.

When you come
to my birthday ball,

Miss Lister,

which I do hope you will,

everyone will be in white.

- Ah.

- Hello.
- Ah.

- I just spoke
to the Princess Caroline

for more than ten minutes.

- I've kept meaning to ask,
Miss Lister,

did you ever hear any more
about your friend in Scotland?

- No.

No, I didn't.

I can only conclude her sister
didn't like my advice.

- Oh, dear.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Do you want to dance?

- With who?

- With me.

- Are you all right?

- Do you like
being a mother?

Yes, of course.

- No, I mean, really.

- It's hard work,

and you do feel as though
you've had your brain

sucked out through your...
uterus now and again,

but...

oh, I wouldn't be without them.

- I keep wondering...

whether I should accept
Sir Alexander Mackenzie.

- Why are you saying that?

- Well, because isn't it

what everyone wants?

- Yes, but what do you want?

- I can't have
what I want, so...

- What do you want?

- To fit in,
not be a nuisance.

- No, no, that isn't
what you meant.

What do you want?

Ann?

Well, I don't think
you should marry him.

- Why?

- Because he isn't
all that he seems.

- What?

- He's penniless.

He was thrown out of the army

for insubordination
because he has a temper,

despite appearances,

and his title...

He paid for it.
It's meaningless.

George...

Captain Sutherland pushes
his suit

only because
he's his responsibility.

- But you've gone along
with it.

- Only because I never once
thought you'd agree to it.

Oh, I don't want you
to marry him.

I'm glad you've gone along
with it,

the dinner parties and so on,
for my sake,

but don't marry him, Ann.

He's hopeless, feckless,

and I won't have you used
to mop up someone's debts.

You're better than that.

- Am I, though?

Would it not at least
give some point,

some purpose,
to my ridiculous existence?

Might I not have children,

and if he's such a misfit, too,

could we not find some...

odd kind of life together?

And at least I'd be near you.

If I go home, there's...
nothing.

- Miss Lister.

She did write.

- When?
- What?

- From Paris,
six weeks ago.

- Si... why didn't you tell me?

- Because it was...
It was impossible.

I'd written to her.

I sent it via your Aunt Ann
at Cliffhill,

and she asked
Miss Lister's aunt at Shibden

to forward it to her
in Paris.

I didn't tell her
what happened.

I just said
that you seemed no better

and you kept saying
there was no one in the world

you'd rather be influenced by
than her,

so I wrote,
and I asked her advice,

and she wrote back,

straight away, within days,
all the way from Paris.

It was 3 1/2 pages

full of sound advice
and such affection.

- Oh, why didn't you tell me?

- Because it was all

about seeing Dr. Belcombe
again in York,

and Captain Sutherland
didn't want her

to take you all that way,

and I couldn't
because of the children,

and I was worried, Ann.

I was worried that it would
only make you homesick,

and that it would cause
more problems than it solved.

- Well, what else did she say?

Can I see it?
Where is it?

- I think you should go home.

You need to get away from here.

I don't want you to be bullied
and cajoled

into thinking
you should marry someone

- who isn't right for you.
- Where is it?

Did you at least write back,
to thank her...

- No.
- Why?

I couldn't.

She gave a forwarding address
in Copenhagen,

and I did write a reply
to thank her,

but when I went to find
the letter

to address the envelope,
it had gone.

- Gone?
- How?

- He's going to keep you here
until you marry Alexander.

- You mean he destroyed
the letter?

- Oh, I never thought
you'd agree to marry him.

I assumed you'd dig
your heels in, like always.

- Miss Lister will think
that you've ignored her.

- You need to go home

and you need to get
her forwarding address

in Copenhagen from her aunt.

I know you've always liked her,

and she obviously likes you.

I've never seen
a more affectionate letter.

Sometimes,

often, a good friendship's
better than a marriage.

- Oh, how can I get home?

I've no carriage.

- "It is clear to me

"that Captain Sutherland
will not be satisfied

"until all my father's property
is in his family,

"even if that means

"me marrying a relative

who he knows to be
a penniless rogue."

- She was sent there
to improve her health!

- If it's not one person
taking advantage of her,

it's another.

Can you get up there, William?

- It would have to be
very carefully planned

and managed.

I imagine Captain Sutherland
has a temper,

and as Ann says,

Elizabeth can't be implicated
for her own sake.

- Well, how soon can you go?

- Well, not this week.

- Or next week.

- But perhaps
the week after that,

we could, if no one else
can go up any sooner.

Perhaps we should both go,

take Miss Walker's manservant.

I suppose, ideally,

if we could contrive

to arrive while he's out...
Sutherland.

- But even if...
- What?

- We got her back here,
what could we do with her?

She'd still be
in the same boat.

- We'd have to make sure
she gets

the proper medical help
she needs.

- Mm,

and I suppose
a certain someone

who shall remain nameless

is in Copenhagen, apparently,

so we needn't worry
on that score.

- "During the course
of the evening,

"all the princesses
spoke to me conversationally,

"and I also met
Lord Hillsborough,

"who was returning from Norway
with dispatches,

"and who has offered to give me

any number of contacts
in St. Petersburg and Moscow."

Ah, you see?
She's still planning to go.

And why not?

"In the meantime,

"the De Hagemanns have found me
a small apartment

"at 158 Amaliagarde,

"which is certainly

"the most fashionable part
of the city,

"and recommended me a cook
who I mean to take on.

"I shall be
very comfortable there

with Thomas and Eugénie
until the spring."

- Well, yes, but...

Don't you miss her?

- Well, of course,

but I wouldn't call her back
for the world,

not when she's doing
what she likes doing most,

traveling and meeting people,
royalty.

Surely it's not that bad.

- Ah...

It is gangrene.

- Oh.
- It could go either way,

but I think

if your sister wants
to be certain

of seeing
your aunt again alive,

you're going to have
to call her back.

I'm sorry, I...

- It might help
if you wrote a note

explaining the medical,
you know.

You know how she likes
to think she's a doctor.

- Both legs
have been edematous

for some weeks past,
but a small ulcer,

which latterly formed
on one of them,

has increased rapidly in size
over the last few days,

with gangrene
in the surrounding membrane.

At present,
it has a defined margin,

but given the enfeebled state
your aunt's health is in,

it is not impossible
that the gangrene

may at any time extend rapidly

beyond the present limits
and destroy life

long before
you could possibly arrive

back in the kingdom.

Eugénie!

- Thomas.

- Mum!
- You've grown, lad.

Look at this place, eh?

- Mum!

- Is your father in?

- Uh, no.

No, no, he, uh...

- What?

He's not... he's not dead?

- No.

Not that we know of.

He, uh... we...

We think he went
to America.

- America?

- Uh, Uncle Ben's here.

- How do, Ben?

- Mary.

So Sam's gone to America?

- Yep.
- That's... we don't know that.

That's what
we always imagine happened,

because that's what he used
to talk about doing.

He just went.

One day just...
He just disappeared.

- Did you have bad words?

- Yeah.

- I've, um...

I've had a bit
of bad luck meself.

I lost what bit of work
I had, and then

I lost the house
when I couldn't pay the rent,

and then Alice left me.

I was hoping Sam might

let us stay
for a couple of days.

- You can stay here,
Uncle Ben,

but you'll have to work.

- Aye.
- There's plenty to do.

- Aye, I would like to work.

- And we don't drink anymore.

I won't even have it
in the house.

It's been the cause
of too much misery.

- Aye.
- And if you're staying with us,

you must abide by it.

And go to church.

- When do you expect
to be back in Halifax?

- Friday.

- Thursday teatime,
if we're lucky.

- We should be
in Edinburgh tonight.

- And then Durham
tomorrow night.

- Then Leeds
the night after that,

then home.

- He's not likely to come
after us, is he?

Sir, ma'am.

Captain Sutherland's
just been spotted riding

back up the lane
to the house.

- Uh, I'll deal with this.

- I'll deal with it.

- I'll deal with it.

- I'll deal with it.

- What's going on?
- Oh, hello.

I'm just leaving.

- I'm sorry?
- I wrote to my aunt

and asked my cousins
to come and fetch me.

Thanks for having me.

- Hello, Sutherland.
- How are you?

- I'm surprised, obviously.

Mrs. Priestley, ma'am.

- Good-bye.

Sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you

I'd written to Aunt Ann.

I didn't want to be a bother,
that's all.

- Is this wise?
- She's...

She's not better.

- No, and yet you have failed
to seek

appropriate medical advice
for her,

as you undertook so to do
when you collected her

- from Halifax.
- Eliza.

- Say something.

- It's my decision!

Everything, from now on,
when it comes to me,

is my decision.

- Well, you don't have
to slope off like this.

Surely, we're all friends.
Mr. Priestley.

Mr. Priestley!

- Giddy-up!

- Insolent.

- I want to go
to Dr. Belcombe in York.

- I want to get better.
- Absolutely.

That can all be arranged.

There are other doct...
- I want him.

- Absolutely.

- Has anyone heard
from Miss Lister?

- Miss Lister is in Copenhagen

for the entire winter,
apparently,

and then, word has it,
she intends to go on

to St. Petersburg and Moscow,
and I do wonder

if abroad isn't
the very best place for her.

- Mm.

I do have to say, Ann,

that I'm glad that

that silly business
with Miss Lister

is all over.

- What is that?

- What?

- It's nothing.

It was an accident.
I fell over.

It's not what you think.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

Ma'am!

Sorry.

We're approaching
Gravesend Docks.

Excellent.

The carriage won't be released
from the customs house

until at least 10:00
in the morning,

and even then, the roads north
will be heavy and slow.

Are you listening?

- Oui, madame.
- Yes, ma'am.

- But with a bit of luck,

hmm,

we could be at Shibden
by Thursday teatime.

- Carriage.
- You've said that.

- Cow.
- And that.

- Well, I'm struggling.
- Carrots.

- Where?

- Clouds.

- Well, you're warm.

- Curlew.

No.

- I might give in.

I'm on the cusp of giving...

- I think I'm giving in.
- Ann?

- I'm not playing.
- I've already told you that.

- Giving in?

Cumulonimbus.

Well, there was,
half an hour ago

when we left Edinburgh.

- Get out.

- Sorry, ma'am.

- You're ridiculous,
the pair of you.

- Ma'am.
- Joseph,

help Thomas with the luggage.

Welcome home, ma'am.

- Cordingley.
- Oh.

- Hemingway.

- Who is it?

- It's Anne.

- Anne?
- Oh!

Oh!

Anne!

Anne? Anne? Is that you?
Oh. Oh.

- Is she...
- She's...

quite a lot better.

- Oh!
- Aunt!

How are you?

Oh, I'm not entirely sure
what all the fuss is about.

- She has
improved significantly

since we wrote to you.

- You wrote?
- I told you not to!

- Yes, but Dr. Kenny
was concerned.

- He's an idiot.
- Yes, yes, yes, well, look.

- Look, I'm here now, so...
- Would you like some tea?

- Yes, tea.
- Perfect.

Aunt, would you like
some fresh tea?

I have to get out
of these clothes,

and I'm desperate for a trip
to the necessary.

- Oh!
- Could you spare me

- for a few moments?
- Of course!

I'll see you downstairs... now!

- Oh.

- There's nothing wrong
with her.

She's as bright as a button.

- When we wrote to you,

believe you me,
it could've gone either...

- I've risked my life

and that of my two servants
to get here.

I haven't taken this coat off
in 15 days!

Have you any idea
what it's like

crossing the North Sea
at this time of year?

- I wrote to you in good faith.

Miss Lister?

- I don't suppose
you've heard anything

about Miss Walker?

- Nothing.
- She's still in Inverness,

as far as I know.

Have you still heard nothing
from her?

- I wonder if Mariana
is right about me

always being on the run.

- From what?

- Disappointment.

- Father says
can you look in on him

in the dining room

when you've got five minutes.

- Well, well.

- Marian said
you wanted to see me.

- Where are the deeds
to Shibden?

- Ah.

Well, now,
this is the thing...

I needed to borrow some money.

- Against Shibden?

- To sink the pit.

- Have you seen Washington?

- No, I've just got here.

- There was a partial collapse

in the works two days ago.

They ran into an old tunnel.

It flooded.

It's finished,
unless I choose to sink

what little money I have left
in it,

good money after bad...

They've already got
through my £450...

- It isn't bad money, Father.
- It isn't.

If I could just sink this pit...

- But if you can't!

If you can't do it
in the allotted time,

you'll lose Shibden.

We'll all lose Shibden,
and we'll be homeless.

- That is a very,
very melodramatic way of...

Was anyone injured?

- No.

John Mann had
his forehead split open,

but apart from that...

You're an idiot.

What are you doing?

- Joseph!
- Ma'am.

- I want you to take a note
to Mr. Washington

when I've written it,

when you finish
whatever meal that is.

- Thank you, James.
- Ma'am.

- I understand

why you can't commit to me.

What am I?

But you came so close.

- Joseph.

Joseph!

Oh, okay, well, then.

Ugh.

Oh! Ma'am.

- Um...
- Miss Walker, of Crow Nest.

Is anyone in?
Um, Miss Lister's aunt,

or Miss Marian,
or her father... anyone?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Come in.

Miss Walker,

ma'am, sir,

of Crow Nest.

- Miss Walker!

We thought you were
in Scotland.

- I was.

- Well, well, well.

- How are you?

- I'm sorry to intrude.

- No, no, not at all.
- Please, sit down.

- Well, I won't take up
your time.

I just...

I need Miss Lister's address,

if you have it,

in Copenhagen.

- Sh... she isn't in Copenhagen.

She's here.

- Here?

- Oh, um, I mean, she was.
- She's gone out.

Uh, where did she say
she was going?

- It's recoverable.

It just needs more money
thrown at it.

Joseph Mann said
if you're prepared

to share
the profits with him,

him and his brothers
would finish the job.

He said he'd be more than happy
to come to an arrangement.

- I need to weigh up
my options.

- Of course.

It's good to have you back,
ma'am,

all in one piece.

Anne?

- Good Lord.

- I thought you were
in Copenhagen.

- I am... I was.

Aren't you in Scotland?

- I didn't know
that you'd written from Paris.

They didn't tell me.

I mean, my sister did,
eventually,

but she couldn't write
back to you

because your letter disappeared

with your address on it.

Oh, I was so cross
when I found out,

but you see,
the thing is,

I don't think
she's very happily married...

Elizabeth.

I think she's frightened
of him.

I don't think he's very nice.

I think he destroyed
the letter,

and I didn't think this,
not at the time,

but I think he just married her
for her money,

and I think
that she's miserable.

- Well,

I suppose that's the trouble
with being very rich.

You never can be sure
of people's motives.

- We talked about you...

Me and Elizabeth.

She said...

She thought that sometimes,

often,

a good friendship
is better than a marriage.

Are you all right?

- Mm.

The pit collapsed.

Flooded.
It's fixable.

But it just needs money
throwing at it, and I've...

I took a gamble.
I shouldn't have,

but we're not alive, are we,

if we're not taking
the odd risk now and again?

- No.

No, we're not.

- I should have written again,

but when
I didn't hear back, I...

God, I've missed you.

- Have you?

There was just one morning.

I just thought
I couldn't stand it anymore.

Must've been after that

that Elizabeth wrote to you.

- Yes, but she didn't say
that you...

Oh, Lord.
Anne.

I would've come straight back
if I'd have known that.

I...

Do you know

I don't think one hour passed

where I didn't think of you?

I tried not to,

but every time
I closed my eyes,

there you were.

I met the Queen of Denmark.

I curtsied to the wrong person.

That was embarrassing,
but hey-ho.

She... she invited me
to her birthday ball.

It was interesting enough...
The food was very poor...

But all night, I kept thinking
if you'd have seen me,

you'd laugh.

I had to wear white satin.

Head to toe
in white satin.

I had two birds of paradise
in my hair.

One of them fell out
in the carriage,

but I managed
to stick it back in.

I don't think anyone noticed,

but I made
a bit of an impact,

one way or another.

Friendly people, the Danes.

I think I shall go
back there one day.

- Perhaps I could come
with you.

You know,

if you asked me
to marry you again,

I wouldn't say no.

- Mm.

But would you say yes?

- Yes.

- Would you?

And stick to it, and mean it?

- Yes.

- Take the sacrament with me

in church and mean that too.

- I love you, Anne.

I'm in love with you.

I always have been.

- Don't hurt me.

I'm not as strong as you think.

Well, I am, obviously, but...

Sometimes, I'm not.

- Are we going in or what?

- You go in.

How do?

How do?
How do?

How do?

- Where's ring?

- Hi.

Uh, where's ring?

- Where's ring?
- I haven't got it.

- It's right there.

- All right, give it to him.
- He's best man.

Right, go sit with me mother.

- Sowden.

- Miss Lister not here, sir?
- Sends her apologies.

She had to go to York
with Miss Walker.

- Thomas, come on.

- I'd better...

- Yes, yes, of course, lad.

Good luck.

- Try and smile.

- Ooh.

- Almighty God...

Unto whom all hearts
be open,

all desires known,

and from whom
no secrets are hid,

cleanse the thoughts
of our hearts

by the inspiration
of thy Holy Spirit...

- Do you, Thomas, take Suzannah

to be
your lawful wedded wife,

to have and to hold
from this day forward,

for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish

till death do you part,

according to God's holy law?

- I will.

- Ye do truly and earnestly
repent you of your sins

and are in love
and charity of your neighbors

and intend to lead a new life

following in the commandments
of God

and walking from henceforth
in his holy ways,

draw near with faith and take

this sacrament
to your comfort

and make your humble confession
to Almighty God,

meekly kneeling on your knees.

Take and eat this
in remembrance

that Christ d*ed for thee

and feed on him in your hearts
by faith...

Take and eat in remembrance
that Christ d*ed for thee,

and feed on him in your hearts

by faith with thanksgiving.

The body of Christ,
which is given for thee.

- Amen.

- Preserve your body and soul
unto eternal life.

- Take and eat in remembrance
that Christ d*ed for thee,

and feed on him in your hearts
by faith with thanksgiving.

- It's a shame your Sam's
not here

to see his lad get wed, eh?

- Aye.
- Well, America.

Could've knocked me down
with a feather

when they told me
that's where he'd gone.

- But you knew.

You're the one that wrote
and told them, weren't you?

- Me?

Who told you that?

Not me.
I can't write.

- So...

I think what we should do next

is get back to Halifax

and then pop in at Cliffhill
and explain to your aunt

that you're going to move in
with me at Shibden.

- Not today.
- Then we should do

the whole of the tribe:

the Priestleys, the Edwards,
the Rawsons.

- Yes, but not today.

- I always think it's best
to cr*ck on with these things,

and then everybody's clear...
- Yes, I know you do,

but I think we should wait
a few days.

- Well, yes, but...
- Why don't I move in first?

I'll bring all my things
over to Shibden.

Well, not all of them,
because they wouldn't fit,

but the important things,
then we'll tell her.

- Yes, actually,
that's, a...

good.
Much better idea.

Excellent.
Good thinking.

Not just a pretty face.

- Are you being patronizing?

- Of course not.

- I can tell
when you're being pat...

Put your watch away.

- I wasn't being patronizing.

Seriously, you've got to stop

having such a poor opinion
of yourself.

- I don't when I'm with you,
I told you.

But I can still tell
when you're being patronizing.

- I wasn't being patronizing.
- Mm.

- You are very pretty.

- In a certain light.
- In a certain light?

You do know
that you just said that?

It came out of your mouth.
You didn't just think it.

- Sorry, are you still talking?