01x04 - Episode 4

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One day, that'll read

"Joe Hardacre and Son."

I thought I was in charge of money.

Fred can handle the money for now.

You'll catch up soon enough.

Catch up! With you?

It'll be the making of him.

That was quite the performance.

You wanna be a clown

all of your life?

It were just a joke!

Can you fetch me some lemonade?

Lemonade it is, m'lady.

I need to talk to you.

A triumph, my dears.

An undisputed triumph.

Mrs Hardacre, would you consider

joining our charitable circle?

I will.

SHARPLY: Ah!

SHE GASPS

Oh, bloody hell.

It might be fussy,

but at least it's a proper pot.

I can't be doing with

the taste of metal in my brew.

All I'm saying is

be careful with it.

It looks delicate.

I managed not to smash our Brown

Betty all those years, didn't I?

"Pusillanimous"

What's "pusillanimous"?

Oh

No backbone. I looked it up.

Three pages full of big words

and our Harry's said nothing.

He's only trying out

what he's been learning at school.

Well, if all he's learning at

Barlow's is how to sound superior,

I'll have our flaming money back.

Sam, it's not Harry who's making

you feel all crabby now, is it?

I gave Fred a good severance.

He won't go hungry.

Ooh, someone's made an effort.

Someone shouldn't need to.

Someone smells like a burnt badger.

May

SHE SIGHS

Maybe just a little bit

of eau de toilette

before Lady Beaumont stops by,

and a little bit of oil

to take down the frizz?

I've tried that, Mum.

It won't stick.

Who's stopping by?

Lady Beaumont is picking me up.

I've been invited to Leeds

with the Charitable Ladies' Circle.

There's nowt charitable

about that nest of vipers.

We're going to a lecture

by the Theosophical Society.

And what's that, now,

if not another fancy word?

Mrs Temple called by to return

Miss Liza's clothes, ma'am.

Excuse me.

I fear I just saw Tinny

in pursuit of Lord Fitzherbert's

wolfhound again, sir.

Oh, for

No, it's all right. I'll go.

Can't blame Tinny

for following his little heart.

Bugger.

Lena! Wait!

You might've said hello.

I didn't want to disturb you.

Disturb me? I wanna see you.

Tell Liza thanks, but please

don't lend Betsy any more dresses.

I can't afford the laundering.

Hey. Look, I'm sorry if I upset you,

I never meant to.

Just don't forget who you are, Mary,

or where you came from.

I'm proud of where I came from.

Oh, aye? Why not bring your new pals

down the docks, show us all off?

A bit of cold parkin washed down

with some stewed tea,

what could be better?

SHE CHUCKLES

I miss you, Lena.

Then why don't you visit more often?

Tea break today, why not?

Yeah, I would,

only I've got an arrangement.

Of course you have.

Soon, though, yeah?

When you're free.

Over a hundred years old, that was.

The pride

of the late sir's collection,

stolen by that old witch,

I've no doubt.

Have some respect, Mrs Dryden.

She's the one with no respect.

I swore an oath to Sir William

that I'd tend his collection

with the utmost care.

When he was alive.

Now he's passed on,

the house and contents

belong to the Hardacres

to do what they like with.

They haven't got

the first idea of value.

They pay your wages, Mrs Dryden.

Well, then, Mr Beesley

..we'd better get on, hadn't we?

I sail on the third of next month.

Pa wants me in Buenos Aires

for the polo season.

We're breeding now, don't you know?

Crossing some of our finest

thoroughbreds with the Criollo line.

That's a double L in the lingo,

pronounced "el-yay".

"El-yay".

How charming.

Of course,

Adella speaks fluent French.

They're descended from the original

pure-blooded Andalusian mounts,

brought over

by the Spanish conquistadors.

Quite so.

But when will you be back,

Lord Hugo?

Six months. Earliest.

Oh, what a shame.

Yes.

Well, safe travels and all that.

We'll see you before you set sail,

surely?

It would certainly please my family

to think I have good people here

seeing me off

..and perhaps someone

for whom to return.

Splendid.

Good h*, old boy.

I'll see you off.

Yes.

Off we go.

Did you hear that?

He's as good as yours.

He's a monstrous bore, mother.

All he can talk about is horses.

The Bathursts are equestrians.

Actually, horses come second.

His favourite topic is himself.

Adella, enough!

Lord Hugo Bathurst

is the ideal match.

Once you're married,

you needn't converse with him

any more than entirely necessary.

How on Earth do you think

your father and I manage?

Ah, Lord Hugo

STIFLED SCREAM

Let me walk you

Ah, Joe. What brings you here?

Just checking our Tinny's

not bothering Maharani, sir.

Oh, not a bit.

Actually, Maharani ran and hid

as soon as Lord Hugo arrived.

I don't think she much likes him.

Still, it's not Maharani

who'll be marrying him.

Marrying?

Yeah, well, the bird is in the bag,

just shy of the pot.

I'm sure Tinny's

around here somewhere.

Fancy teapots aren't fit for use.

Mm. I dare say it'll do

as drainage for the planters.

I'd bury it myself

if my daughter weren't lurking.

I tell you what, m'lady,

you know that poker game

down at The Lucky Sailor?

How's about you buy my silence

with a rematch?

Some might call that blackmail.

And some might call that priceless.

Bilge, there's 20 more

like it in the drawing room.

Fine, I haven't got time

to argue the toss.

I'm tagging along with Mary

to a lecture in Leeds.

I never pegged you

as someone who went to lectures.

I'm not, but I'm not gonna allow her

to debase herself on her own.

I'm sure she'll love the company,

eh?

Oh, I haven't told her I'm coming.

Do I look daft?

That you don't, m'lady.

That you do not.

You can't imagine

what a vain lump of clay he is.

Surely there must be someone

handsome, rich and fun out there

Mother might approve of.

I reckon I could impress your mother

if I wanted to.

And do you?

Want to?

SHE GASPS

It's no use, anyway.

I'm doomed

to marry someone suitable.

Sweet thing.

Go home and find a nice girl

who'll appreciate you.

It's so kind of you to collect me.

And me.

Oh!

Goodness.

I didn't realise your mother

had been invited, too.

Erm, yes, my mother is very,

very interested in Theosophy.

I hope you don't mind.

The more the merrier, my dear.

And call me Prudence.

Ma. Enchante.

Off we go, James.

Yes, ma'am.

Clara will wear the family lace.

And her Duke will be married

in his cavalry uniform.

We really couldn't be happier.

How divine for you, Prudence.

SPEAKING FRENCH: Felicitations.

Merci beaucoup, madame.

THEY CHUCKLE

And what of Adella, Emma, dear?

I hear Lord Bathurst's eldest

is joining him overseas.

Does this mean a halt

to their courtship?

I can't say much more,

but diaries to the ready.

SHE CLEARS HER THROA

And what of your daughter, Mary?

Are the suitors lining up for Liza?

Liza's got too much sense

to saddle herself with a man.

Well, she's just 18, mind.

She's yet to blossom.

If she blossoms much more,

she'll burst her stays.

SERVANT: Miss Hardacre, m'lady.

To say I'm sorry for leading you

astray and stuff.

These are from our garden,

aren't they?

No.

Well, maybe.

I picked 'em on my way up.

But honestly, I do feel bad

about getting you in trouble.

You suppose it's easy being me?

On display at all times,

paraded about like a prize poodle,

your mother measuring her own

success and failure by your appeal.

The life of a fish gutty sounds

positively charmed by comparison.

Oh, give over, Adella.

You wouldn't last a morning

on the docks, you.

But you don't have to, though.

That's the point.

But I do need to make a better fist

at being well-to-do,

and so far, I'm just mucking it up.

So that's why I'm here

to ask for advice.

I'm afraid you're going to have

to clarify.

I'm not

Please, Adella.

Will you help me be a lady?

I'd be that grateful,

and God knows, so would my mum.

Hmm

Well, I'm no genie of the lamp

but I do like a challenge.

Meet me tomorrow for a tutorial.

Can't believe I lost a whole morning

to that codswallop.

Well, no-one invited you

in the first place.

I take no pleasure

in watching you fawn over that lot.

Someone's got to save you

from yourself.

Is that why you muscled in,

to help me out?

I trust we're all feeling

spiritually liberated?

Never more.

The only spirit I want liberating

is the flask of rum in my muff.

Because I have arranged for us

to call in

on one of the charitable causes

our fundraising endeavours support.

Ah!

WHISPERS: Don't you dare!

Pack it in.

A word to the wise before we enter,

keep your scent close at hand.

You will need it.

DOG BARKS,

BABY CRIES

Oh, Ma

Bloody hell.

I never thought

we'd end up here again.

I think I'm gonna faint.

It's him.

Do you think he'll recognise us?

You were just a bairn, Mary.

I hardly recognise myself

in this get-up.

I can take you home if you'd rather.

You can make an excuse.

No. No, they'll think we're cowards

or snobs

or worse, they'll guess.

This patronage

of your worthy establishment

is most spiritually rewarding.

Ladies, introducing Master Knaggs,

tireless custodian here of paupers

for over 30 years

and the current matron,

his good wife, Mrs Knaggs.

May I present Mrs Mary Hardacre

of Hardacre Herring fame

..and her dear mother.

Have we met before, madam?

Of course not. Don't be daft.

Our new friends are virgins

to the cause, Mr Knaggs.

And it is your good fortune

we have welcomed them.

Oh, quite so, quite so.

Any surplus fishes

you care to donate

will be gratefully received,

m'ladies.

Remember, Emma?

We sent them figgy pudding

last Christmas.

It doesn't do to make conditions

too comfortable, of course,

or else,

it encourages the ins and outs.

They're the rogues

who go back time and time again

to take advantage

of free board and lodging.

Quite so.

Filthy beggars.

Now, let me show you some advances

made since your last visit

and meet a few of our most reformed

young ladies in the girls' wing.

# All things bright and beautiful

# All creatures great and small

# All things wise and wonderful

# The Lord God made them all

# He gave us eyes to see them

# And lips that we might tell

# How wonderful #

Er

# How wonder #

HE BANGS STICK

# How great is God almighty

Who may

# Who has made all things well

# All things bright and beautiful

ECHOING: # All creatures

Great and small

# All things wise and wonderful

# The Lord God made them all. #

Brava!

APPLAUSE

We got there in the end.

Perhaps a Bible verse

in forgetfulness next time.

HE CHUCKLES

Yep, that's it.

No, I can't I can't do it!

I can't grasp it.

Take your time.

You'll get the hang of it.

You'll have to.

You and Callum

are the only ones I'm trusting

with the payroll from now on

after what happened with Fred.

Dad, about Fred, maybe we

we give him a second chance.

There's a difference

between fair and soft, Joe, hm?

Them lot know it, and I can't risk

losing their respect.

I have every faith in you, son.

Which is just as well, as I have

James Hugill from the board

downstairs for a site visit.

Right, come on.

Show me how to do it

till I get it right. OK.

Thank you for coming down,

Mr Hugill.

We're making great progress here

at Hardacre Herring.

Everything that I'm looking

to change is bound to promote

a happy workforce

and better productivity,

which has to be a good thing

What the bloody hell is that?!

The new equipment I mentioned.

You can't just go spending

company money on that kind of thing

without permission from the board!

But all that would've taken an age.

There's procedures to go through,

a majority vote to achieve.

But the new crane's

worth the investment.

It'll pay for itself twice over,

you have my word.

Very well.

You've a month to prove it.

That That's not long

Thirty days.

Recoup the spend on the crane

or not a single other change

will be considered.

Thank you.

Knaggs is as ugly as ever.

SHE CHUCKLES

How he ever found a wife

Well, looks like things have

improved since our day anyway.

Oh, please.

The rugs, the sofas, it's for show.

It's all for show, Ma.

Wheeling those poor lasses out

to make nice for the rich ladies.

I was one of them.

Not that you'd notice

since you were never there.

Well

..it's over now,

no point in dwelling.

Ah! There you are, darling.

All well?

You should've heard

Lady Beaumont boasting

about her daughter's wedding.

As if that beanpole

could outshine Adella.

Preposterous we should be

in this position.

Lord Hugo seems keen.

Then why hasn't

he declared himself yet?

We must take the lead.

I've all but announced

her engagement as it is.

We must lead the horse to water,

as He, Himself, might say.

You do know

how that saying ends, dear?

We'll host

an intimate drawing room soiree,

put them together in public.

A few of the choicest guests.

And this time, you will put

your hand in your pocket, George.

We need the best of everything,

music, Champagne on ice,

French savouries and fancies.

And not a hint of herring anywhere.

I'm sick to death of being

associated with those fishmongers.

Ha! Is this expense

really necessary, Emma?

I mean, surely a country walk

followed by tea would be

Pointless!

Mm

Don't you care about

your only daughter's future?

HE SIGHS

Well, so long as

we don't use Fortnum's. Oh!

Or Harrods.

Ah!

Or anywhere I have an account

to settle.

Ugh!

OWL HOOTS

"Adella be mine"

Oi!

"..And I will be thine

"In your visage

The sun willeth shine!

"Your hair is the sun

And your body the moon!"

Adella's body, the moon?

That's some top drawer twaddle

if I've ever

She's special, Liza!

Like no-one I've ever met.

I've only got so long to win her

over until she's married off

to some poseur with a title.

Yeah, well,

don't give her that, then.

Buy her something expensive,

something that says romantic

without terrible rhymes.

You can thank me

when you've found your senses again.

Goodnight, Joe.

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE GASPS,

MARY GRUNTS

Take her to the women's block!

She hasn't got any flaming nits!

SHE SCREAMS

BOTH GASP

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

What is it?

It was just a dream.

Go back to sleep.

SHE SIGHS

SHE SOBS GENTLY

For God's sake, Mary,

you should've told me

you'd been back to Chapel Street,

or Ma

No, Ma would never talk

about our workhouse days.

And me,

I just wanted to forget about it.

But going back there,

it's like this door's been opened,

and I just can't shut it, Sam.

So look it in the eye,

stop it haunting you.

Do you know what haunts me?

It's how angry I am that

my own mother put me through it.

How could she leave me there

time and again

if she really cared about me?

Of course she cares about you.

She'd die for you, that woman.

Talk it over with her,

put it to rights.

No, I can't, and she won't.

Ready?

Er

Good, undress.

Mm!

Firstly, in the absence of a corset,

one must tighten one's stays

Ouch!

..to limit one's breathing.

Ow!

Next, you can never have

too much hair.

Stay still!

Agh!

Pinch the cheeks rosy.

SHE WHINES

Lemon drops watering the eyes.

Ow! Bloody hell!

Ladies don't swear, Liza!

Fiddlesticks, if you must.

SHE GASPS

Oil on the lids

for an ethereal glisten.

And voila, the overall look

of a consumptive is achieved.

I don't understand.

What's attractive about looking ill?

It's romantic, silly.

Men can't resist a woman

in need of rescue.

It's ever such fun to play along.

Mm, of course

you'd have a much better shape

with a corset.

I draw the line at actual t*rture.

SHE CHOKES

Ugh!

Morning, Mr Hardacre.

Oh, pack it in, you.

I thought you might fancy

a bit of parkin.

Oh, champion.

Thank you, Betsy.

Blimey, Joe.

You really are

a proper businessman now.

It's time I grew up, Betts.

I want a proper future.

A wife and children,

a family and household

who respect me.

That sounds like a lovely future,

Joe Hardacre.

Er, well,

those fish won't gut themselves.

You've got an admirer in her.

You know that, don't you?

LAUGHING: No.

No, I don't see her that way.

She's a lovely girl.

You two would be good together.

Maybe.

You must be amusing in conversation

but not more so than the gentleman.

You must let him think he is

the most interesting thing ever.

But why? What if he's not?

Manners, Liza.

Decorum.

There are other ways of signalling

you're not interested

without actually saying so.

I'll show you.

Each move has a meaning.

Follow me.

I am.

No, that's what it means.

You're having me on.

There are whole books

on the subject, Liza.

LIZA SCOFFS

It's an art.

Go away.

I adore you.

I loathe you.

Yes.

No.

I'm engaged.

I love another.

You brute!

You've just requested friendship

and will likely be denied.

Oh, bloody hell.

Oh bloody fiddlesticks.

Hm.

LIZA SIGHS

You must think you're wasting

your time with me.

Nonsense.

You've made leaps

and bounds already.

You really think?

Your success is my success, Liza,

and I'm a very bad loser.

Now, how's your Viennese waltz?

Use the hairpieces and combs

for practice.

Grand. Thank you, Adella.

I really mean it.

Actually,

I've thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Adella!

Just don't tell Mama.

Adella!

Bye.

Yes, Mama?

DOOR SLAMS

I want you to keep away

from the Hardacres

until after the soiree.

But why?

If Lord Hugo knew

who you were keeping company with,

it could ruin everything.

We can't risk it.

Is that understood, Adella?

Yes, Mama.

SHE CHUCKLES

Ma

I need to talk to you

about the workhouse.

Ma, will you look at me?

MA SIGHS

We act like it didn't happen,

that place, but it did.

I was there, despite what you think.

Separated from my own daughter

for weeks at a time.

I was a child, Ma.

I was bullied, I was frightened,

and I was on my own.

And I told you that, but every time

we had to go back there,

you just acted like

it was some big adventure.

To sugar the pill, for us both.

Do you think I enjoyed

picking oakum till my fingers bled?

Then why land us there so often?

Land us there?

MA SCOFFS

It wasn't my fault we had no money.

Whose fault were it, then?

Circumstance!

I mean, a woman with a child

on her own.

You should've tried to protect me.

I did!

I-I had to keep you fed

while we had nothing!

If you'd admit

what it was really like,

I could start to forgive you.

Forgive me?

For being destitute?

MARY SIGHS

What's become of you, girl?

You're not even listening to me

Filthy beggars they called us,

while you just stood there

and said nowt!

Simpering to them

them rich toffs!

Suppose you're unhappy being rich,

then?

I'd rather lose my cash

than my dignity.

You have to have something in

the first place in order to lose it.

What's all this?

Trying to set things straight,

like you suggested, Sam.

You're off your rocker

if you ever think

you're gonna fit in here!

You're on a hiding to nothing!

Now, pack it in, both of you!

We've had an invitation delivered.

MARY SCOFFS

"Lord and Lady Fitzherbert request

the pleasure of your company

"for an intimate

drawing room soiree."

How's that for not fitting in, eh?

You're a fool, Mary Hardacre.

Eh, die for me, would she?

I'll throttle her first.

Here! I'm gonna make sure our kids

can hold their heads up high,

in spite of my mucky past!

MA SIGHS

Sam, I'll go over those numbers

again while you're out.

Good.

Oh, Liza!

I know!

SAM: You're a picture, love.

Who'd have thought

you'd scrub up so well?

LIZA CHUCKLES

Miss Liza always looks well.

Where's Ma?

Well, it just seems

she's got better things to do,

just as well.

Right, then, are we ready?

Let's go do ourselves proud.

Right.

ANNOUNCER:

Viscount and Countess de Lacy.

Their son,

the honourable Ivor de Lacy.

Lady de Lacy, magnificent.

Welcome, Lord de Lacy.

How are you? Lovely to see you.

Where on Earth is Lord Hugo?

He's the guest of honour

for goodness sake.

And rude as he is vain.

At last.

Mr and Mrs Hardacre,

their son, Mr Joe Hardacre,

and their daughter, Miss Liza.

What are they doing here?

I'm so glad you could come.

How are you?

Lord Hugo Bathurst!

Ah!

EMMA SIGHS

Lord Hugo

Lady Fitzherbert,

radiant as always. Ah!

Let's get it done while they're out.

Oh, careful, mind.

I want them stored safely

for the duration.

The duration of what, Mrs Dryden?

Of them, the Hardacres.

Oh, they won't last

much longer here,

and when someone worthy

takes over the Hall,

these treasures will be safe

and sound, thanks to me.

Come on, then.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Mrs Hardacre, how charming.

Emma didn't say you were coming.

Yes, it was quite last minute.

Liza

Treat all mistakes

as if they were deliberate,

that's the key.

LIZA CHUCKLES

And now it's fashion.

Blinding.

LIZA CHUCKLES

SHE CHUCKLES

What a frightfully colourful

trinket.

I shouldn't accept gifts but

..since you've gone to such trouble.

Shall I pin it on?

N-No.

I shall wear it under my collar

closer to my chemise.

What on Earth

are you doing out here alone?

For goodness sake, Adella.

You were a bluffer

when you were a kid.

You're still a bluffer now!

'Ey up!

Thought you'd forgotten, ma'am.

You'll all wish I had.

Deal me in, then.

I'll line up the drinks.

Ooh, lads.

Here, sling your hook, Miles.

Make room for the lady.

CORK POPS

AFFECTED ACCENT:

Oh, do try a canape, sir.

Very interesting, don't you think?

Steady on, it's only caviar.

Ugh!

Well, don't lollop it.

Ugh

SHE CHOKES

Good Lord.

Ah, Lady Adella.

I must tell you about my summer

with the gauchos of Uruguay

May I offer you some punch,

Lady Adella?

No, you may not, sir.

Lady Adella and I are talking.

Actually, I haven't said a word yet.

I were talking to her, not you.

Find a filly of your own, old chap.

"Filly"?

That mad carthorse by the tuck

looks about your type.

Take that back, you b*stard.

Do you actually know

this silver-tongued jackdaw?

How about me and you go outside

so I can smash

those stupid teeth in?

Lead on, Macduff.

I love a good ruck.

Mm, see

..the north meadows

gets the most sun,

er, the soil, the hills over there,

which is very good news

for wine making.

Sounds like you're onto a winner,

George. Yeah.

I'd want in myself

SAM CHUCKLES

..except I'm not even sure

I like wine,

and you have to know your product,

eh?

Now, if it was hops

you were on about or cider apples

What's that?

Er

I had hoped to give you

first refusal, old boy,

you know, neighbours joining forces,

that sort of thing.

But if you're not of a mind

Well, now, George,

I'm I'm flattered.

I can get Saunders to look it over.

Yeah?

Begging your pardon, m'lord.

Yes, Bates?

I believe you might be needed

in the hall.

HE LAUGHS

I boxed at Cambridge,

don't you know?

Just leave it, Joe.

Don't make a fool of yourself.

Says the greedy great mule herself.

Argh!

SCREAMING

Hey!

Say it again!

Say it!

Break it up!

Sweet Babylonia!

Pack it in, lad!

He doesn't deserve you, Adella!

Oh, don't be an arse, Joe.

What is the meaning of this?!

It's all in hand, dear.

My apologies, Lady Fitzherbert.

I was provoked.

MARY GASPS

I shall take my leave.

George

take your daughter away

to recover her wits.

Adella, come. Come along.

Let me make this perfectly clear

so there's no misunderstanding

..I want you to keep your son away

from my daughter

before he ruins her prospects

altogether.

Yes, of course. I-I am so sorry

Lord Hugo,

you were nothing short of heroic.

Those people were NOT invited.

SHE INHALES SHARPLY

How could you?

It were him mouthing off!

Don't blame Joe!

Just go home!

Both of you! You're a disgrace!

We're all going home.

Fetch your things.

MAN: How's that?

I'm smoking.

LAUGHTER

MA TRILLS HER LIPS

Seems like I've lost my touch.

Well, it's harder to win

when you haven't got a card

up your sleeve, eh?

EVERYONE FALLS SILEN

How dare you accuse me!

Well

I caught you red-handed

last time, remember?

Yeah, only out of habit,

and only when needs musted!

I have I have done nothing

I have not done anything

dishonest tonight.

I were only teasing.

Best I saw you home, eh?

Get off me!

Come with me now, on your feet.

Well done.

There you go.

All right? Shall we?

DOOR OPENS

You shouldn't be here.

Hear me out, Adella.

It's Lady Adella,

you should know that.

You don't have to marry that toff.

Oh, don't, Joe. Don't be so naive.

Why?

What's to stop us?

Hell would freeze over

before my mother would agree

to passing Hugo over you.

But I'm rich!

It's not just about money.

It's about class, Joe

..and you simply don't have it.

KNOCKING

Can you help her up to her room?

I'm I'm fine.

I don't need anyone's help.

Er

Hey, come here.

She's not as bulletproof

as she thinks,

so not a word, you hear me?

About what?

Joe? Son!

I'm never going out again, ever.

Can you see yourself?

All for the sake of fitting in.

I'm just trying to look

after everyone.

How's that coming along?

Maybe if you hadn't run back

to the docks

the second we arrived

Run back?

Leaving me alone,

trying to find our place here.

I have important work to do!

Important work? I beg your pardon.

I'm trying to build a better life

for folk that matter.

Folk that matter? Not me, then, eh?

Oh! Beg your pardon.

I thought you were your father.

Thanks a lot.

Are you all right, Miss Liza?

I'm fine.

Miss Liza, what could possibly?

Just shove off, will you?

SHE SNIFFLES

Joe?

Joe?

WATER LAPS,

BELL CLANGS DISTANTLY

Joe?

Are you all right?