01x03 - Episode 3

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I'm going to ask Jerry to
arrange a lunch with your aunt.

Are you sure, Grandy?

You know you're the only
one of the family I trust,

don't you, darling?

You know, the family
are all desperate

to arrange a surprise party
for your birthday.

Oh, God preserve me!

I know you hate surprises.

Well, they're just always
so much nicer to give

than to receive.

Will you let me take that away?
To stop you listening to it.

No, thank you. It's good for me
to get to grips

with modern technology.

Mr Fairley,
most mothers spend a lifetime

loving their family.

But our mother has spent
a lifetime hating yours.

Who do you think you are?
I think I'm no-one, sir.

No!

Apparently,
every one of them wronged her,

whatever that means.

They're sacking me, aren't they?

Because of last night, the dress.

I'm dismissed? No, no. Father knows
it was one of mother's games.

I made sure of that.

But...

he's sending me to London.

When? Right now.

There's a carriage waiting
for me. I couldn't leave

without saying goodbye.
They're waiting.

Goodbye?
How long will you be gone for?

A month.

I couldn't bear it either, the
thought of being away from you.

When? What does he want you to do?

He's got it in his head
that I can somehow improve

the relations with the Chandras.

Relations?

With the daughter? I knew
this would happen, I knew it!

They want you to be with her.
I don't care! I want you!

I have to go before
someone comes looking for me.

But... Here, I've marked the date

so you can count down the days.

Just know I'll be hating...
Edwin! ..every second with them

until I come home to you.

Edwin!

I love you.

I love you too. Edwin!

I'd better go.
It sounds bad again.

I had to.
No-one's listening to me.

Oh, God.
What have you done now?

Where are you hurt?
It's just a cut on her hand.

Are you sure? She's bleeding.
I'm sure.

Looks worse than it is.
I think I'm dying!

No, you're not. You're not.
My hair!

It's perfectly normal, darling.

You're just working yourself up.

Get Adam. I need Adam!

I'm not sure where he is.

You're keeping him from me, aren't
you? No, no. No, no.

Stopping him from seeing me!
Calm. Calm yourself.

He wouldn't abandon me like this!

Emma...

Come on. Into bed.

I'll clean you up
once you've had a rest.

Will you tell Squire Fairley?

Tell him he has to come.

He's my husband.

Is she all right?

No. She's quite the opposite
of all right.

And that's down to us.

She was unwell long before
there was any sort of us.

Not like this. You'd know
if you'd been to see her

these last few weeks.

I didn't think
you'd want me to.

We must take care of her,
now more than ever.

She's barely eaten or drunk
anything in days.

Not even a sherry.

She's so desperate
for you to visit.

I know you're feeling
as guilty as I am.

Although you and I haven't...

I mean...

...not since...

And yet we are laying together
every night.

We've shown great restraint.

A cup of tea, a chat with her,
that's all.

It's just seeing her like that
when she's that bad,

I can't stand it.

Right.

See you at breakfast.

Squire Fairley was just...

I've not seen Squire Fairley
this morning, Miss Wainwright.

I expect he's still in bed.

I love my sister.

Of course. And you're very good
to her, Miss Wainwright.

It's not easy loving someone
so unwell.

It's been very hard
on Squire Fairley, too.

But since you came to help,
he seems much lighter.

Do you think so?

I dare say he'd be lost
without you.

We all would.

I hope you're as trustworthy
as you seem, Emma.

I am, Miss Wainwright.

You have my word.

I have been meaning to speak to
you, though, Miss Wainwright,

seeing as it's you who runs
the house now, in't it,

you who makes the decisions?

Why? Is there a problem?

I'm after solving it.

The way Murgatroyd has us
doing all the chores,

there's a more better way to
do it, to get it done faster.

More efficient, you mean?

Efficient? Yes, miss.
Exactly. Efficient.

If we were to divvy the chores
up different,

change the order...

I wrote it all down
how I think it can work.

But Murgatroyd
won't even read it.

He... He's stuck in his ways.

He thinks he knows better
cos he's a man.

But it's not up to him,
though, is it?

I can see
you're in charge these days.

Well, do you have it with you,
this timetable of yours?

You've put a lot of thought
into this.

It's impressive.

Truly.

It's really very impressive
indeed.

I'll make sure it's implemented
from today.

Oh, and could you make sure
there's some champagne on ice?

Yes, Miss Wainwright.

Are you expecting
to be celebrating something?

We're hoping to hear
from Edwin today.

It's been three months.

Surely he's finally got
around to proposing.

So, there may be a wedding
on the cards.

I love weddings. Don't you?

I've...
I've never been to one, miss.

Emma Harte!

That's me done.

All chimneys pointing
in the right direction.

What, are you leaving today?

Tomorrow, first thing.
I'm a wanderer.

You've not been crying,
have you?

No. I've just got a bit of soot
in my eye, that's all.

Oh, I'd say that'll be
my fault. Let's have a look.

It's fine now.

I... I can't see anything.

Not even an eyeball?

It's worse than I thought!

You're gonna be all right?

Are you, Emma?

Well, I was till you told me
you're abandoning me

in this godforsaken place.

I hate it here.

Come.

What?
Come with me. Why not?

I have a job on a big house
down south.

There'd be work for you, too.
I'm sure of it.

Train leaves at six.

I can't afford a train.
Ah, well,

I could just about cover
a ticket for you, too.

No, I couldn't ask you to.
Sure, you can pay me back

when you earn your big fortune.

What's keeping you here?
What are you waiting for?

What about...?
Your plan with a capital P?

Emma, isn't this
exactly what that was?

Isn't this what your mother
wanted you to do?

This place is a dead end, mavourneen.

The kind you get stuck in.

And I cannot bear the thought
of that happening to you.

Not you. I cannot.

Tomorrow? I don't know
if I can leave tomorrow.

No matter how hard you work
or how talented you are,

those people in that house
are never going to see you

as anything more than a maid

and me a pair of hands.

But somewhere else,
a city where no-one knows us,

well, we can be anything we want.

Take the leap, Emma.

I promise you,
you won't regret it.

Edwin, I've waited
so long for you to come home.

But I won't stay and watch you
walk through the door

engaged to someone else.

I let myself get distracted
by a dream

that were never gonna
come true.

But I can still make something
of myself.

That were always the plan.

And that's why I'm leaving.

Even though it breaks my heart
to know...

I'll never...

...see you again.

Are you real?

Good question.

Do you feel that?

Are you engaged?

To you.

Only ever to you.

I missed you so much.

What were you writing?

Emma Harte!

I have to go.
Meet me. In the rose garden.

As soon as you can. I'll wait.

Ah!

Oh, now you come,
when I'm in this state!

Turn away! Go on.
I don't want your eyes on me!

What are you...

What are you doing?

Is it true?

You haven't had a drink
for days?

Why?

Because of the way you looked
at me at the party.

And the way
you're looking at me now...

Hmm.

It's the way you used
to look at me.

And I want you to do it every day.

Oh, there you are.
Did you...?

Was she...? How is she?

Sober.

For how long this time,
do you think?

She's never even lasted
this long before.

I don't know.

I suppose we should take
each day as it comes. But...

thank you.

It was the right thing to do
going to see her.

I feel much better.

Is that...?

Er, yes.
Um, it's from Joe Lowther.

I suspect you won't
enjoy reading it.

"As a result of such reduction
in quality,

"I've taken the decision
to stop stocking your fabric,

"as it no longer meets the
standards my customers expect."

Where is Gerald?

That's the third retailer
in as many weeks.

The ink's not even dry
on the Chandra contract.

I swear, if they find out...

Is Edwin home yet?

Yes. With no news.

But I still think
the connection

between Edwin and Priya
might buy us some grace.

Emma...

I've thought it through.
I've thought of nothing else.

We CAN do this. Not yet maybe,

but once I've got a degree,

I'll get a decent,
probably terribly boring job.

Not one that can buys us
a manor, of course,

but enough for a cottage.

But they do want you to propose
to her, Priya Chandra?

I don't care.

They'll never let you choose
me! They'll disown you.

Let them. Who cares?

Be serious! I am, Emma.

What about the money?
Money doesn't matter to me.

Said like someone with not the first
clue how life is without it!

You're right.

I need Father to keep on paying
till I've graduated.

But then I'll be free.

You'd really trade
your big fancy house

for a cottage the size
of your bedroom?

I'd live in a shoe box
if you were there, too.

We'd never fit in that.

It'd have to be a hat box
at least.

We wouldn't have
to rely on just you.

If we were going to do that,
I'd be doing my sewing

so we'd have money
from that, too.

I might even open a shop one day.

See? Yes.

With my boring job
and your not boring shop...

we can do this.

With or without
my family's blessing.

You'd really pick me over them?

I'd pick you over anyone.

Stay with me.

Stay right... here.

Always.

So we can do more of this.

I'm not going anywhere.

Let's go.

See, this is what
I was trying to avoid.

I've never been very good
at goodbyes.

I'm sorry.

I can't leave my dad and Frank.
Not yet.

And I think there might be
opportunities for me here.

Miss Wainwright
knows I've got good ideas,

and she's even listening
to some of them.

I think maybe...

there is a future for me
here... after all.

You can always come
and find me, you know,

if anything changes.

For any reason.

Anything at all.

Just ask for me
at the Mucky Duck in Armley.

Leave a message.

Sure, I move about...

...with work, and...

girls...

...and parties...

Someone in there
generally knows where I am.

I won't half miss you.

Stay hungry, Emma.

Remember what
your mam told you.

Don't let anything

or anyone distract you
from that plan of yours.

...much more efficient.

I'd like you to implement it
immediately.

Tomorrow morning, if possible.

Yes, ma'am. Of course.
I was disappointed to hear

you dismissed it out of hand.

Adele?

Come through.

Adele! What?

Could you cover yourself up
a moment, please?

Are you talking to me
or the door?

Have you been drinking?
Don't be silly, Adam.

Doors don't drink.
I mean you.

How am I supposed to know that
if you won't look at me?

Have you?

Not a drop.

Please... put the robe back on.

I feel well.

The best I've felt in years.

Like I've been trapped
in this impenetrable fog.

And now it's lifted.

But?

I can see what it was hiding now.

All the damage...

I've caused.

It's all over me.

I keep trying to wash it off.

Emma, perhaps you ought to see

if Adam is tending
to Mrs Fairley.

Perhaps he's forgotten
the time.

Sorry, Emma?

These uniforms you made,

did you use the offcuts
from the mill?

I thought you said that would
be all right, Miss Wainwright.

No, no, no, it's fine. Just
come here a second, would you?

Looks like an excellent job
was done there.

Oh...

I quite agree.

Sorry to keep you all waiting.

Oh, here, look at this.
Look at this.

This is OUR fabric, you know?

So it may not be good enough
for fine dresses,

but it makes for a very serviceable
uniform, doesn't it?

Almost smart. Mm.

Partly Emma's design, I think,

but it goes to show
what can be done.

What are you thinking?

I think we send one of these
up to Joe Lowther,

convince him
of the fabric's potential.

Most of his customers
have staff who need uniforms,

and nobody wants to pay
top whack for those, do they?

Brilliant.

As always.

You might thank Olivia, Gerald.

She may have just saved
your job.

Um...

Thank you, Aunt Olivia.

Emma, do you think
you could make

a sample of one of these
by tomorrow morning?

Yes, miss. The usual price?
Yes.

"Whatever comes,

"whether hardship,

"h... hunger or sorrow,

"it cannot...

"..al... al... al-ter..."
Al-ter?

Alter.
"It cannot alter one thing.

"If I am a princess

"in rags and tatters,

"I can be a princess,
inside..."

This is for girls!

It's for anyone who wants
to practise their reading.

If you don't like it,
I'll put it back tomorrow.

No. No!

Shut up.

You won't go calling me
Princess Frank or nothing?

No point in nicking another one.

Borrowing.

If you get caught,
you'll get the sack.

So, just for you,

I'll stick with
this boring girl's book.

I wish I could write
as good as this.

You will.

Just got to keep working
like you are.

Mam would be proud.

You an' all.

How much have you saved now?

Almost 36 shillings.
Yeah?

Oh... Emma!

Dad! Dad!

I'm all right, I'm all right.
I'm just tired.

What's wrong? Emma's...

Er...

Emma's asking if I can
stay up late to help her.

Oh! I am not!

She says I'm better than her.

Better looking, too.

So she can't finish without me.

You can sew now, can you?

Yeah. Reckon I can do a...

a button.

Do what with it?
Stick it up your nose again?

I've never done that!

Well, you did
when you were about two.

Mam had to close up the other
nostril and blow in your mouth

till it popped out
all covered in snot.

No, she didn't.

All right, come on, Button.
Bed. Let's go.

You too. You look exhausted.

I'm nearly done. Promise.

Can't say I know 'owt
about dresses.

I do know hard work
when I see it.

Learnt that from you.

You're doing great, our kid.

Proud of you.

Don't stay up too long.

I won't.

We ought to get ready to go,
I think.

Emma should be bringing us
the uniforms,

and then we could set off.
Mm. Mm.

I was thinking...

...probably best
for me to be at the mill,

given the growing unrest.

Oh, right.

Well, I suppose
we could go tomorrow.

No, no, no. I think
you should go without me.

It was your brilliant plan,
anyway,

and no doubt Lowther will
find you much more charming.

We do need those orders, Olivia.

I've been looking forward
to a day out together.

But, yeah, no, I suppose...
Me too.

But there'll be other days.

Mm.

The uniform for you,
Miss Wainwright.

Thank you, Emma.

Was there something else?

Yes, miss. I were wondering...

Might I come with you
to Mr Lowther's shop?

I wouldn't be any trouble.

I just want to watch
and listen. To learn.

No. Well, I won't be back
until bedtime.

I mean, we've only just
implemented your rota.

You want to take the day off?

I'd still get everything done. I'd
stay up all night if I have to.

I give my word on that.

You know I always stick
to my word.

I'm struggling to understand

why you think
this is appropriate.

I'm sorry. It's just...

It is my uniform
what you're using.

Yes. Which I paid for, didn't I?

Yes, but the design is mine.

If I pay for something,
that means it belongs to me.

You'd do well to remember that,
Emma.

Yes, Miss Wainwright.
Sorry for speaking out of turn.

Are you sure you're ready?

Gerald. What?

What is it?

Hmm.

A success, then, with Joe Lowther.

Do I get to have you
all to myself finally?

Hmm. Adele's been getting
all of your attention recently.

I thought that's what you wanted,
for me to keep her happy.

It is.

It is, it is.

But... we did say

that we would allow ourselves
a little happiness, too,

didn't we?

What is it?

Is it her?

No.

It's...

It's me.

I can get carried away.

And that's not who you are.

You're... pure.

You're... good.

I don't want to corrupt you
with my, um...

I respect you too much.

What if I told you
right now...

...I don't want you
to respect me?

I mean it.

Do what you want to me.

Do it.

Lie down.

Put your arms above your head.

Yeah.

Sorry. No, no, no.

No, you don't have to stop.

I don't want you to stop.
My head. I...

I can't stop thinking, um...

All this business
with the retailers,

they're dropping like flies.

I think it's causing me
more stress than I realised,

despite your Lowther success.

Maybe I'll sleep in my own room.

Goodnight, my love.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

Sorry, I, er...

I was worried. With you not
drinking, the nights...

Sometimes they can be
the worst for...

...thoughts, and, um...

Would it help if I was here, maybe?

Emma, thank God!
I need you to help me.

Oh.

I didn't ask for that.

Wait.

I've always been
an unreliable person.

I got your message.

You all right?

I'm gonna have a baby.

Are you sure?

God.

Christ.

My father will k*ll me.

If yours doesn't, mine will.

What the hell are you going to do?

Don't you mean,
what are we going to do?

Yes.

Sorry. Of course.

And you're sure?

Completely and absolutely sure?

I'm certain.

Huh...

Edwin, I need to know
what's going through your head.

There are...

doctors, or so I've heard,

who can take care
of these things for a price.

Perhaps we can... we can find
one in Leeds or Bradford...

Some quack who can
butcher me up, you mean?

No, I just meant...

That's what you want, is it?
For it to just disappear?

I don't know what else to say,
Emma!

This is a catastrophe.
You could say, "Marry me."

You could say, "Let's go now."

A cottage, a future. We already
planned it, didn't we?

You stood right here only yesterday,
promising me a lifetime.

What does it matter
if it starts today?

I...

I chose you.

I had a ticket out of this place,
and I chose you!

Uh... Even though
my head were telling me to go!

Even though going was my plan!

I got distracted!

I promised me mam I wouldn't.

I do love you, Emma.

But we're too young...

Young? Young?!

Is that the reason
you're giving yourself?!

If you're gonna be a coward
about it,

at least find the decency to be
honest about why, Master Edwin!

I'll have to leave.

Me dad wouldn't be able
to stand the shame.

When will you go?
None of your business.

Soon.

And I need money.

I've only got £5.

Then I suppose
that'll have to do.

And I need a suitcase.

Yes.

I'll... leave one for you
with the money inside.

Thank you, sir.
You're very kind.

Please, try to understand...
Oh, I do!

I understand exactly.
Never thought I'd fall for it.

Never will again.
Emma...

I won't be returning the suitcase,

since I won't be seeing you,
Edwin Fairley. Never.

Never again.
Not for as long as I live!

It's you and me now.

It's you and me.

I know some of the staff
at the hall were wondering

if Emma might have been
in touch with any news.

It's been six months.
No address, no news.

Mrs Harte, does your husband
mind you working so hard?

We must get every wedding detail
fixed.

I can see she's been busy.

There's a downside,
of course, to making certain

one's children never want
for anything at all.

I can explain.

Cloth from the Fairley Mill
is just bad quality.

Rotten, some might say.

Oh... Oh, God.