01x02 - Episode 2

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Here he comes,

the finest Irishman in Yorkshire.

SAM: Albie!

Man down!

When can I go back to work?

You may keep the hand, Mr Hardacre.

Whether you're able to use it again

is another matter.

I believe you're looking for help.

Is this a joke?

Please, we really need the work.

What if we went into something

for ourselves?

CALLUM: You've obviously quite

a knack for business.

THEY SHOUT,

LAUGH

MA: Which one of these asylums

are you moving us into?

Who on Earth do you think you are?!

We're the Hardacres.

You can call me ma'am.

MARY: Mm.

I had a lovely dream.

I dreamt that I lived

in the most beautiful house

I'd ever seen

Hm?

..and I was married

to a very fine gentleman.

Oh, aye?

Handsome, was he?

Very.

But he kept wanting to do

unspeakable things to me.

SHE GIGGLES

I've come to light the fire, sir.

Aye, crack on, love.

THEY LAUGH

Ssh!

Wakey-wakey, sleeping beauty.

What are you doing? Get out.

Did you get scared,

sleeping all on your own?

Best sleep I've had,

not having to listen to you two

farting and snoring all night.

Are you coming down for breakfast?

Go away.

It's early.

Oh, come on, Harry.

c*ck CROWS

I want to have a look around!

LIZA GASPS

Come on!

I'm coming as fast as I can.

I'm not used to a house this big.

SHE GASPS

HARP TRILLS

Oh, my.

SOFTLY: Hey.

They must be the previous owners.

Do you think the maid ever had

a flash of his bare backside?

THEY GIGGLE

That is Sir William Cavendish IV.

The hall belonged to his family

for nearly 200 years.

And what happened to them?

Tuberculosis.

The heir lives in India

and has no use for the estate,

so an agent was instructed to find

new owners as quickly as possible.

And here we are.

And here you are.

If I may have a moment,

Mrs Hardacre.

We need to discuss how things

are going to run.

What things?

It is my job to follow

your instruction, ma'am.

What time would you like

the fires lit,

the rooms aired,

the bell rung for dinner?

Decisions must be made on linens,

china, glassware, the week's menu.

There's the stocking of

the wine cellar, larder and pantry.

And that's before we get

onto the housekeeping ledgers,

the shopping and the laundry.

Hm.

Well, perhaps we can discuss that

after breakfast?

As you wish, ma'am.

DOOR SHUTS

This is our home now.

It is.

And from now on,

we're people who matter.

And no-one can ever treat us

like dirt

or make us feel like we're nothing

ever again.

Yeah. Home sweet home.

Oh, yeah. I see you two

have made yourselves comfortable.

Dad!

So, Beesley, what have we got here?

Sir. We have eggs, boiled,

scrambled, poached, fried.

Sausages, bacon, kidneys, kippers,

fried herring

I hope that's Hardacre herring.

Would you like me to find out, sir?

LAUGHING: I'm only kidding you, man.

And call me Sam.

Yes, sir.

Finally decided to get up,

lazy arse?

I'll take one of everything.

A gentleman usually serves himself

at breakfast, sir.

LIZA LAUGHS

He is no gentleman.

Shut it, you.

Leave him alone.

Enough with your bickering.

Has, erm, anyone seen Ma?

I'll have some more tea and toast

and another one of them kippers.

Mm.

SHE LAUGHS

LIZA BURPS

ALL TITTER

Mrs Dryden would like to discuss

the running of the house

after breakfast.

Does anyone want to come?

Sorry. I need to go to the fish

auction, check on the shops.

You're one of the richest men

in the county.

Why have dogs and bite yourself?

We don't have to be up at the crack

of dawn to hump fish any more.

I know we don't have to,

but I like going to the auction.

Oof. You like hanging round

the docks, more like.

Hey, the shops can't manage

themselves. I know.

We can figure out

how that's gonna work.

But you're a gentleman now, and

gentlemen don't work in fish shops.

I'm a working man.

I can't sit around the house all day

doing nothing.

Why not?

That's exactly what I'm planning.

Yeah, I'm not saying do nothing.

But maybe there's something else

more befitting. Like what?

Herring is all I know.

Well, Mr Saunders is coming by

this morning.

Why don't you speak to him?

And maybe get more involved

in the financial side of things?

Suppose a conversation can't hurt.

Thank you.

Listen.

This is a fresh start for all of us.

Right?

And, Joe, you can join your father.

You what?

You heard.

LIZA AND HARRY LAUGH

CALLUM: Then the earnings per share

can be

boosted by diverse asset allocation,

which brings us

to bond market trading.

I'd be happy to show you both

how the stock market works,

walk you through fixed

and variable income securities,

corporate and government bonds, a

I

Yeah, I promise it's a lot more

exciting than it sounds.

And the Hardacre portfolio

does a lot of good,

helping new companies get up

on their feet.

Here.

Giving people a start.

I like that.

So, I get into this

and away from the fish.

Stepping back from the day-to-day

operation is a big move, though.

I can't hand the reins over

to just anyone.

So how about it, Callum?

How do you fancy being the manager

of Hardacre Herring?

Me?

You already know the finances

and the set-up.

You're more than able for it.

And, most importantly, we trust you.

It would be nice to have more

of a hands-on role.

Then it's settled.

You bring Joe and me in

on the stocks and shares,

I'll give you the lay of the land

in the old herring game.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

KNOCK AT DOOR

Enter.

If you require me, ma'am,

you only have to ring the bell.

It isn't customary for the lady

of the house to come below stairs.

Oh. Well, I was just passing.

Anyway, you wanted to go

over the household ledgers?

Running a house this size

is no small matter.

If you're happy for me

to continue as is,

that might be for the best.

Well, I'm sure there's no harm in me

casting my eye over a few things.

So, these are the food supplies

for a month?

A week.

A week?

There's the provisional breakfast,

the sit-down breakfast,

elevenses, luncheon,

afternoon tea

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We don't need to be eating

seven times a day, love.

No. We need something much simpler.

JOHN: You all right, Sam?

Hey, John.

Looks like a good haul there, Fred.

Must be a two-tonner.

There speaks a man

who knows his herring.

Didn't expect to see you today.

I thought you'd be busy, settling

into that fancy new house of yours?

Any chance to see you, Lena,

you know that. Mm.

You'll be seeing a bit less of me

after today, though.

I'm taking a step back

from the shops,

so I won't be coming

to the auction as much.

Oh, aye. Life of leisure, is it?

Not paying you lot to chinwag.

Sorry, Mr Shaw.

My fault, I distracted them.

Can't keep away, can you, Hardacre?

If I find your quota's down,

I'll be docking you a day's pay!

That's a bit harsh.

It's nowt to do with you.

You don't have to put up with him,

you know.

Easy for you to say.

You don't have to work for him

any more.

I thought he might afford me

a little more respect

now I'm overseer.

Who was I kidding?

You know I can always find you a job

in one of the shops.

I'm the only thing standing

between Shaw and the rest of these.

You got work for a hundred odd

in your shop?

I appreciate the offer.

We're not your problem any more.

Stop worrying about us.

Go and enjoy your new house.

I'll see you around.

WORKER: Put your back into it.

MARY SIGHS

Oh, Liza,

what do you think of these, love?

MARY TUTS

Life of a lady at your fingertips,

and you wanna spend your time

playing cards with this old woman?

Life of a lady.

What does that even mean?

It means beautiful dresses,

elegant ba*ls

HUSHED VOICE: ..dashing men.

They'll be dashing, all right (!)

Away from Liza.

Oi!

OTHERS LAUGH

What do I care about stupid dresses

and boring dances with boring men?

Do you know, I would have given my

eye teeth for all that at your age.

Maybe it's that you've had it easier

than I ever did.

I know what it's like to be poor.

There's poor and there's poor.

You have no idea how hard it was

when I were young.

Oh, you survived.

You've done all right for yourself.

And I believe that leaves you

seven points down.

Oh, you cheating old crone.

How you finding the stocks

and shares?

How are YOU finding the stocks

and shares?

Well, they're certainly different.

I don't mind it.

It's not as if we're doing

any real graft, is it?

Buy a bit of this company,

sell a bit of that one.

It's basically money for nothing.

VOICE: Maharani!

Maharani!

Hey, I say,

you haven't seen a Russian Wolfhound

passing through here, have you?

About this big, highly-strung?

Can't say that we have, now.

Oh, damn it. It's my wife's dog.

And if I go home without the beast,

it'll be me sleeping in the kennel.

THEY LAUGH

You must be the new chap.

Marquess of York,

Lord George Fitzherbert.

I live in the next estate,

Malham Manor.

Sam Hardacre. Pleasure to meet you.

This is my eldest, Joe.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Maharani!

Why don't you come up to the house

and we'll see

if anybody up there's seen

your hound?

Wouldn't want to see you in trouble

with the wife now, would we? Ah.

No, we certainly would not.

All right.

That would be terrific help.

Terrific.

LIZA: Tinny!

Tinny!

SHE WHISTLES

When did you last see him?

Ah, I took him to do his business

in the woods

and the little bugger

shot off after something.

MEN LAUGH

Hey, hey.

Lord Fitzherbert,

this is my daughter, Liza.

Ah. And, er, my mother-in-law

I go by Ma.

Enchante.

He's lost his dog.

What kind is it?

A Borzoi.

A what?

A Russian Wolfhound.

Sold to me on the understanding that

it would make a very fine g*n dog.

HE CHUCKLES

But she panics

at the sound of the shot.

MEN CHUCKLE

Women, eh?

Oh.

She's a b*tch?

Yeah.

Were you sh**ting in the woods?

Yes.

Right, leave it with us. Come on.

How very kind.

Very.

Come on in.

Mary?

Hm?

This is our new neighbour.

Lord George Fitzherbert.

This is my wife, Mary.

Ah, Lord Fitzherbert.

Charmed, Mrs Hardacre.

Mwah.

Oh.

And our youngest, Harry.

Hello.

Oh, gosh, what happened to you?

I were born this way.

Doesn't hold him back, though,

does it, son?

Oh, well, good for you.

Why, Mrs Dryden.

How lovely to see you.

Lord Fitzherbert.

May we offer you some refreshment?

Well, I dare say I've timed my visit

perfectly for afternoon tea.

I'm afraid we don't take afternoon

tea in this house any more.

Really? Oh, gosh.

Well, in that case,

I'll make do with a tot of Madeira.

HE LAUGHS

Please.

Oh, thank you.

Er, so, tell me, young man,

why are you reading of an afternoon

and not at school?

Oh, well, we're actually looking

for a new school for Harry.

Well, the only place worth a damn

in Yorkshire

is Barlow's boarding school.

SPEAKS LATIN: "Ut portet nomen

meum coram gentibus."

THEY LAUGH

Say again?

It's the Barlow's motto.

"Carry my name to the people."

But boarding school, though.

Didn't you miss your family?

Oh, not a jot. No. In fact

Barlow's "three Rs"

made me the man I am today.

"Roughhousing, rowing

and ruddy good chaps."

That sounds lively.

It sounds brilliant.

If that hound is in heat,

Tinny'll be at her

like a rat up a drain pipe.

There they are.

He'd never get up there.

MA LAUGHS

You've a lot to learn about men,

Liza girl.

Grab that hound.

Come here.

TINNY BARKS,

p*stol LOADS

Turn round.

Slowly.

This is private land.

You're trespassing.

Says who?

Victor Ward.

Head groundskeeper on this estate.

I'm permitted to sh**t poachers.

Only if we're armed.

Which, as you can see, we are not.

You're very familiar with the law.

I'm also very familiar with g*ns.

And what you're holding there

is a 12-gauge double-barrelled

shotgun.

Oh, aye. What of it?

Well, I hope you're confident

of your aim.

Cos in the time it'll take you

to c*ck that second barrel,

my Tinny here

will have ripped out your throat.

That's big talk for a small dog.

Size is overrated.

Being the generous chap that I am,

I'm gonna let you go.

But I don't want to see you

on this land again, all right?

Well, that might be difficult

..seeing as how we live here.

My daughter owns this place.

So technically,

that means you work for me.

My apologies.

But my lady didn't introduce

herself.

MA LAUGHS

Oh, I'm no lady, Mr Ward.

TINNY BARKS

So, you made your fortune from fish?

Oh, aye.

We travelled up and down Yorkshire

selling fried herring.

Life on the open road.

How I envy you.

Ah, well, you wouldn't envy

sleeping in a cart with Ma.

The old woman's snoring

would put a navvy to shame.

MEN LAUGH

Sam.

But you've left the fish

behind you now, then?

Not quite.

That's right.

Well, we're not involved

in the day-to-day operations,

and Sam now runs

our financial portfolio. Oh.

Well, I'm something of an

entrepreneur myself as it happens.

Oh, aye? Yes.

What game are you in?

Wine.

I'm planning England's

first vineyard on my estate.

Why let the French have all the fun?

THEY LAUGH

Do grapes grow in Yorkshire?

I'm sure they will, Harry,

given the right conditions.

DOGS WHINE,

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

We found your dog.

How wonderful.

Just in time, too.

Tinny was about

Showing her around.

Oh, getting to know each other.

A bit like us.

HE CHUCKLES

But alas, all good things

must come to an end, eh?

Well, you, erm, you must come

for tea dinner, sometime.

I'd be delighted to.

What about this Saturday?

Yes. Of course.

Yeah.

Erm, you should bring your family.

Er, oh, yes, they'd be thrilled.

SOFTLY: Yes.

HE INHALES,

SIGHS

Toad-in-the-hole, sir.

As requested.

That's grand, Beesley.

Well, we certainly can't serve

the Fitzherberts toad-in-the-hole.

Why? They got something

against a good sausage (?)

They might be used to finer things.

"The Marquess of York,

George Fitzherbert III,

"married Lady Emma Hansen

in 1868"

Oh, my.

What?

Lady Emma's related

to the Danish royal family.

Crikey. Royalty. At our table.

I hope she's not as nervy

as her daft hound.

You see,

the gentry are like their dogs.

All that blue blood

leaves them defective.

Give me a good mongrel.

If you're gonna be like that

when they're here,

you can stay in your room. Maybe

we should all stay in our room.

We wouldn't want to embarrass you

in front of real-life royalty (!)

THEY LAUGH

Ah, they're winding you up.

Look, folk are folk,

no matter where they're from.

I'm sure we'll find common ground.

Liza, you can help me

plan the evening.

That's not fair.

Why doesn't he have to help?

Cos he's helping your father

with stocks and shares.

What about him?

I have to get ready for Barlow's.

That's not decided yet.

But, Dad.

We'll talk about it later.

What's that you're reading, anyway?

Found it in the library.

It's a compendium

of the great and the good.

Oh, yeah?

What's it say about me, then?

I'm not sure it mentions you.

See?

All the best women

are written out of history.

Ooh, here we are.

"Ma, also known by her aliases

The Shadow

"and Madame Midnight

"is one of Yorkshire's

most notorious smugglers,

"but she's thought to be descended

"from Spring-Heeled Jack

and a local banshee."

Hey, that ought to impress

Lady What's-her-face.

THEY LAUGH

Er, no.

There'll be no talk of banshees

or smuggling.

We're all gonna be

on our best behaviour

and we're all gonna make

a good impression.

But who are these Hardacres?

What is their title?

We didn't really get into all that.

According to Lady Beaumont,

they're richer than the Saltmarshes.

Hm. And I heard their eldest son

is very handsome.

Where did he inherit his money?

I'm not entirely sure.

But they have

a very diverse portfolio.

Portfolio?

Mm.

So they're new money.

New money, old money.

The point is, they've clearly

got pots of the stuff.

And, er, they rather liked the sound

of my wine business.

You don't have a wine business.

I could, if I got the sort of

cash injection that Sam Hardacre

could provide.

Please tell me you're not planning

to go begging to the neighbours?

It would be an investment.

How else am I supposed to pay

for the upkeep of this place?

Let alone Adella's dowry.

I've already accepted

the invitation, Emma.

How will it look

if I say we can't go?

Fine. We will go to dinner.

And see what these Hardacres

are all about.

BELL RINGING

How was last night's dinner, ma'am?

Simple enough?

It was very nice, thank you.

But we will require something

more special for Saturday evening.

Lord and Lady Fitzherbert

will be joining us.

And what's she like? Lady Emma?

Oh, where does one begin?

Her ladyship has beauty, elegance.

A wonderful sense of style.

Her charitable works and society

contacts are second to none.

I believe that she is a personal

friend to Her Majesty The Queen

SHE SCOFFS

And her daughter is the most

eligible debutante in the county.

Well, we best pull out

all the stops, then.

Will the service be

a la francaise or a la russe?

Yes.

Both.

SHE CLEARS THROA

Both.

And were you thinking the

Wallace Silver or the Gorham Glass?

Ooh, I like this one.

Careful!

Ma'am?

Look, Mrs Dryden,

when it comes to all this,

I have no idea where to start.

You know that, I know that.

So, maybe you could just

help me out here, love?

I wouldn't like to get

above my station.

Ma'am was very clear yesterday.

Mm.

Thank you, Mrs Dryden.

That will be all.

Why don't you just get rid of her?

Because she doesn't think

I can do this,

so I'm gonna prove her wrong

instead.

I'm trying to get the hang

of this Viennoiserie pastry.

The French must have very cold paws,

that's all I can say.

I doubt this lot'd know

the difference between French pastry

and a Yorkshire pudding.

Lord and Lady Fitzherbert will be

dining here at the Hall on Saturday.

Mrs Hardacre is taking charge.

But you said she hasn't got a clue.

She wants to do things her way.

You've to cook what she asks for.

No more. No less.

Thank you, Mrs Henderson.

Sir.

Here, Beesley.

What sort of thing

does a gentleman do with his day?

Well, he begins by taking the papers

in the morning.

Yeah, I've done that.

Then he would probably deal with

his correspondence.

Have I had any letters?

No, sir.

There's matters

of estate management.

All right. What's that, then?

The running of the grounds and land.

Though

Mr Ward, the groundskeeper,

has that in hand.

HE SIGHS

Well, what did old Cavendish

do with his day?

He spent the afternoons at his club,

discussing matters of the day

with other gentlemen.

HE CLEARS THROA

Would you like me to apply

for membership on your behalf?

I'm not sure his type of place

is my type of place.

As you wish, sir.

There you are.

I need to decide what to serve

the Fitzherberts for dinner.

And Liza's been neither use

nor ornament.

What would you say to a Royal Roast?

It's a chicken

inside a duck inside a turkey.

That doesn't sound natural to me.

How do they even get in there?

Maybe a saddle of mutton would be

safer. Yeah, that's a good idea.

Oh, and make sure

you're here tomorrow morning.

We've got tailors

and dressmakers coming. What for?

Well This dinner's

our way into society, so

we need to look a bit more

like that.

Whoa

KNOCK ON DOOR

Good afternoon.

Good day to you.

Ma'am.

We have a selection of ready-mades

that we can adjust

to fit here today.

And for the made-to-measure

Oh!

Aye, it's quite the thing, love.

Now, we're after the works, lass.

Everything from

the undercrackers outwards.

Ma

What? The money you've got,

we should be farting through silk

for the rest of our days.

Shall we?

INDISTINC

Oi, watch it!

MA: Beautiful.

Very handsome.

Oh, Ma

What d'you think?

Eh?

Will I do?

Well, Beesley, do we look the part?

Every inch, sir.

There is a gentleman here

to see you.

Fred!

Whoa. Is that really you?

Oh, it's just like a daft costume,

isn't it?

What's happened?

Er Shaw sacked me.

Oh, love.

Cos I let a sick man go home.

That bloody man.

I hate to ask, I

I wouldn't if I weren't desperate,

but

..the other day you said

you could maybe help me out

with a job in one of your shops?

Of course.

Absolutely.

Come on. Have a seat, Fred.

Sit down.

Thank you.

What is it?

The docks. It's all I've known,

and them that work there.

It doesn't feel right,

me off and sorted

while the rest of them are stuck

there with Shaw.

It'll just be

some other poor sod's turn now.

I think it's time someone had

a proper chat with our Mr Shaw.

I know you wanna help, love. But you

threw Shaw in a pile of fish guts.

I'm not saying it's gonna be easy,

but it's worth a go.

This is too good to only wear

in the bedroom.

Ah, don't worry about that.

It's just a daft costume after all.

I felt funny dressed like that

in front of Fred, that's all.

Is that what's going on?

You feel funny about all this,

you're looking for an excuse

to run back to the docks?

I'm not running back anywhere, Mary.

I'm doing the stocks and shares,

aren't I?

Oh, and I spoke to Beesley

about what occupies a gentleman.

And?

Well

It's mainly reading newspapers

and talking nonsense with other

gentlemen by the sounds of it.

Oh, Sam, you've got to give it

a proper chance, love.

I am.

But Fred's a good friend

and I just wanna help him.

I care about Fred too.

I just think we should

be looking forward, not back.

The docks is our old life. I want

you here with me in our new one.

I am here with you.

It just takes

a bit of getting used to.

But I'm here, Mary. I'm all in.

Good.

And just promise me

you're not gonna do anything daft

down the docks tomorrow.

I promise.

I'll be measure and reason itself.

BANGS TABLE

You're a damn fool, man!

What would you know about it?

A monkey in a suit

is still a monkey.

I know you don't have a clue.

You parade around,

you treat the workers like dirt,

you sacked Fred for nothing.

Sell the business to me.

Why on Earth would I do that?

Because if you don't, I'll ruin you.

You see, I might be a monkey,

but I'm a monkey with money.

And I'll happily spend it

buying every single fish

that's landed in this harbour

until you go under.

Hell, I'll buy every fish

on the whole coast

if that's what it takes.

And I won't stop till you're done.

I don't believe you.

Try me.

There. That can go there.

Just

HE WHISTLES

Oh, did you get Fred his job back?

In a manner of speaking, er, yes.

Er, the thing is

Good.

You can tell me all about it later.

But right now,

you need to go and get changed.

It's beautiful, wife.

Isn't it?

I picked the flowers

in the woods myself.

Now go!

Mm.

Will there be anything else, ma'am?

No. Thank you, Beesley.

There, turn round.

Let's have a look.

Good.

It's going to be great.

Lord and Lady Fitzherbert.

Welcome to Hardacre Hall.

You didn't tell me he was Irish.

Lady Fitzherbert.

Oh, there's no need to curtsy,

Mrs Hardacre.

Oh, please, call me Mary.

These are our children,

Joe, Liza and Harry.

And this is my daughter,

Lady Adella.

Thrilled to be here,

aren't we, darling?

Charmed.

We're all very curious about

our mysterious new neighbours.

Ah, nothing mysterious about us lot.

It'll be lovely

to get to know one another.

Your accent. I can't quite place it.

It's Yorkshire, love.

You live in it.

My mother. If you'd like to follow

me through to the dining room.

This way, please.

SHE CHUCKLES FAINTLY

And I must say, it's lovely

to be dining at the Hall again.

Oh, you knew

the Cavendish family well?

Oh, yes. Lady Cavendish

was a magnificent hostess.

An evening at Thornton Hall

was always quite the occasion.

Hardacre Hall.

Of course.

When a place has had a name

for over 200 years,

change takes a bit

of getting used to.

Well, we're still getting used to it

ourselves.

It's a bit different

to where we come from.

CLEARS THROAT FAINTLY

And where would that be?

We used to live in the village.

Worked on the docks.

Working?

How modern.

The first course.

You seem to have forgotten

the soup course,

and the fish course,

for that matter.

There are no soup and fish

courses this evening, m'lady.

Really? Extraordinary.

No soup, no fish.

And I thought you people

were dock workers.

We were.

But the docks are far behind us now.

Don't you like mutton?

It was delightful.

Is Lady Adella an only child?

No, we also have a son. Crispin.

He's currently exploring

the lakes of West Africa.

Oh, you must miss him.

Awfully.

And soon Adella will be gone, too.

Where?

We have high hopes that Adella

will make a fine match

with the heir

to the Charlton estate.

Yes, Lord Bathurst. A fine fellow.

He hasn't actually proposed yet.

Don't be so gauche, Adella.

Negotiations are advancing.

And how did you meet him?

I barely have.

Adella was presented last year.

Oh, I bet that was wonderful!

SHE CLEARS THROA

Have you been presented yet,

Miss Hardacre?

Prancing about for a load of silly

boys just isn't really my style.

THEY CHUCKLE

Dessert.

Mm.

And this is?

Bread and butter pudding.

It's my favourite.

It looks wonderful.

Have you lost Mrs Dryden?

This is quite a change

from the usual menu.

Malham is excellent for

grouse hunting this time of year.

Why don't you come out

with me tomorrow?

Oh, I'd love to, George, but

Well, you could all come.

We'd make a day of it.

Oh, yes, yes. That would be fun.

I'm a dab hand with a shotgun.

I really can't, I'm afraid.

Why not?

I have some business to attend to.

Well, Saunders can manage the shops.

It's not the shops.

Then what?

I don't see why we can't accept

Lord Fitzherbert's

very generous invitation.

Er

I was gonna wait until later

to tell you all but, er

..I bought Shaw's Fish Merchants

this afternoon.

You did what?

If you'd have heard Shaw,

you'd had done the same thing.

To Hardacre and Son!

Son? Which son?

It's not likely to be me, is it?

I'm not going back to the docks!

Joe, can you give Lady Adella

a tour of the house, please?

I'd like that.

They'll need a chaperone.

Of course. Liza? Harry?

How about we gents retire

for a brandy

to toast your brand-new venture, eh?

What about us?

I never say no to a brandy.

Ladies and gentlemen together?

Go on, Lady Em. Treat yourself.

So, this is the study.

I think she could have worked

that out for herself.

The study.

How exciting.

Yeah, it's not that great.

Well, shall we go back, then?

Seeing as it's so disappointing?

So we can be bored to death?

Well, have you got a better idea?

Why don't we have a bit of fun?

Will you be involved

in the day-to-day running

of these fish merchants?

It's early days, but the previous

owner neglected the place for years.

I have a lot of ideas

about how to improve things.

Sure, who better to run the business

than those who have actually done

the graft, eh?

I couldn't agree with you more.

It's exactly as the Cavendishes

had it. Ah, yes.

We're getting a feel for the place

before we make changes.

But what have you done

with your own furniture?

HE SWEEPS KEYS

Does anybody play?

Not the piano,

but if you're feeling lucky

HE CHUCKLES

SHE SIGHS

Come on, Liza.

Wait, what about me?

Harry, it's grown-ups only.

Not little boys.

You're not going to let him get away

with that, are you?

Go on

Harry!

I dare you to drink the whole thing.

Oi

Stop, Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

What did you say that for?

Oh, don't be such a bore.

Oh, bloomin' heck.

He's not going to be sick, is he?

How are you feeling, Georgie boy?

Oh, quietly confident.

Then why don't we

make it interesting?

That's a rather nice pocket watch

you've got there.

You can't possibly

be suggesting a wager?

Of course she isn't.

I most certainly am.

ADELLA: You horrible boy!

What on Earth?

What the hell is going on?

He drank a load of brandy

and was sick on my dress!

I'm so sorry.

Drinking was your stupid idea!

Liza!

It were just a bit of fun.

It were my idea,

it weren't Lady Adella's.

I said you were too young.

You liar!

That is enough!

Now, all of you, get to bed now!

You're coming to the docks tomorrow,

boy, whether you like it or not.

SHE SIGHS

Don't!

I'll, er, check on Harry.

Try not to buy any other businesses

on your way out, will you, love?

I hope you're pleased with yourself.

SHE SCOFFS

Well, good riddance if you ask me.

I mean, he's all right,

the poor sod.

But she's a nasty piece of work.

I did not like the way

she spoke to you.

I got everything wrong. Everything!

Listen

How were you supposed to know

all the stupid ins and outs?

Fish and soup, eh?

It's that Dryden one

that needs telling.

It's her job to know all that.

Now, I'm very happy to go and have

a little chat with her, if you want.

No. I'll do it.

Don't hold back.

I won't.

That's my girl.

SERVING GIRL: I'll bet Lady

Fitzherbert's face was a picture.

DRYDEN: It isn't funny, young lady.

They're going to destroy

the standing of this house.

BEESLEY: You played your part.

She needed guidance.

That Hardacre woman needs to see

there is a right way to do things.

I don't see what you've got against

them. They seem nice enough to me.

Nice?

The children are animals,

the mother's a criminal,

he's a simpleton,

and as for Lady Muck

She can put on as many

fancy dresses as she likes,

it doesn't change the fact

that underneath it all

she's a common fishwife.

It was one bad dinner, love.

It'll be better next time.

How's Harry?

I told him he could go to Barlow's.

I think it's what he needs.

Another decision made

without consulting me.

I can tell him no.

It's what he wants.

This bloody dress.

Come here.

I'm sorry, Mary.

I should have told you

about buying Shaw's.

It's supposed to be a new start.

It won't be like before.

It'll be ours.

And it'll be good for me,

it'll be good for Joe.

You are happy here, aren't you?

As long as I'm with you, I'm happy.

Are you happy here?

Of course.

It's everything I ever wanted.

I have it!

You shall host a gala afternoon tea,

here at Hardacre Hall.

That Lady Em has taken you

for every penny.

One day, that'll read Joe Hardacre

and Son. I won't let you down.

I thought I was in charge of the

money. Fred can handle the money.

Fred's not in charge around here,

I am.

And if I can run this place

with fewer men, then I will!

Our beloved Thornton Hall

in sugar and cake.

Hardacre Hall.

I've changed my mind.

The Duchess has arrived.

Her opinion will make or break you.

Mrs Hardacre.