01x07 - Episode 7

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Welcome back, Mrs Harte!

Oh, have I been away?

Charming scarf.
—Thank you.

From spring/summer? Yes?

And just perfect
with those boots.

Now, my Sitex presentation
at 11, yes?

Oh, Paula's taken that on.

Her last one was a triumph.
They sent her cookies.

Grandy…

No need for big speeches,
thank you.

You know, I have apologised
a million times,

and there's no—one in the whole
world I admire more than you.

Oh, you ARE doing the speech,
are you?

Are you hoping
I'll send you biscuits?

Grandy,
you have to listen to me.

They know.

They all know you've been ill.
Some source at the hospital.

They're gathering the board
in London next Monday.

They told everyone
that you've been ill,

and I'm afraid…

… they've got the votes.

They're going to oust you.
Harte Enterprises, Sitex…

It's all to be taken from you
and put in their names.

Edwina?
—Yes.

Along with Uncle Kit,
Uncle Robin and Aunt Elizabeth.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do?

I see you've been dabbling
in Lycra.

Oh, our new leisurewear range.

You'll hate it,
I'm sure, but I'm…

I'm convinced
it's the next big thing.

Well…

… looks very… comfortable.

Zip fastening on the side
would improve the lines.

Leave me, would you, Paula?
I'm suddenly very tired.

Henry, it's Emma.

I've decided
I would like to go ahead.

Yes, please.

And we're to be certain
it's absolutely watertight.

Thank you.

My birthday?

Oh, not a thing, I imagine.

What use are birthdays?

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Kit

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

Right. Who wants a slice?
—Me!

Me!
—Yes, please.

This is madness.

Pretending everything's fine?
Throwing a party

when we all know w*r
could be declared any second?

We'll be waiting either way,
might as well eat cake

while we're doing it.

Mac.

Business has been
slowing down for months.

I've had to take out loans.

What does Joe say?

Emma…

You haven't told him?
—He won't hear it.

He's convinced himself
w*r won't happen.

Well, maybe he's right.
—He's not.

I need a plan.

Never met a problem
that can't be solved

with an Emma Harte plan.

Emma!

Mac! Family photograph.
Everyone in!

Come on.

Come on. Put your arm
around your wife, man.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Did you see? The government's
going to be accepting bids

for uniform manufacturers.

This is it, Mac. This is how
we're going to survive it.

Now, I know
what you're thinking.

Why would they award a contract

to someone who's made
their name in ladies wear,

especially a woman?
But I think…

So you're going to start
manufacturing the material

before you've even won
the contract?

To make sure I win the contract.

They can't say no, can they?
—Yeah, but the cost of it…

It's a risk. I know it is.

But the only way
I can make it work is…

… if I sell the shops.

No.

No. You built those with your
own blood, sweat and tears.

You can't just give them up.

If I don't do something drastic,

the debt collectors
will take them anyway.

You don't think I can do it?

I think you can do anything,
Emma.

What can I do to help?

Goodnight.
—Thanks.

Ah! What a blessing,

being able to have breakfast
together again.

Both of us. With our wives.

So you've settled back
into your old room, have you?

Yes. Fine, thank you.
—Well, we do appreciate

you giving up the house.

Don't we, Adam?
—Yes.

And once finances
are back on track,

we'll find you a new place.

That might not be necessary.

Oh?

I'm signing up.

Ladies, would you leave us
for a moment, please?

Of course.

I thought you'd be pleased.

You never pass up
the opportunity

to speak about your days
at Sandhurst.

If I thought this was
in any way an honourable w*r,

I'd be commending your bravery.

But it isn't ours to fight.

Asquith is leading our soldiers
to catastrophe.

Only a fool would volunteer.

Then I suppose I'm a fool.

You do remember
we own a newspaper?

Yes?

It's the one thing people
will still be buying, Edwin.

Do you have any idea how close
we are to losing this house?

You'll manage without me.

Why?

Why are you so set on this?

It's the only way
to make it stop.

What are you talking about?

Emma Harte.

Emma Harte?

What has that damn girl
done now?

It's what I did to her, Father.

That's the why.

Emma Harte
is hellbent on destroying us.

It's why she took our mill.

She's punishing me,
and she won't give up

until I've suffered
as much as she has.

So this is, what,
a suicide mission?

What could you have possibly
done that is so terrible

you'll risk your life
as recompense?

What?

Emma and I were…

… involved romantically.

I'm… sorry, Father.

She—She fell pregnant
and I—I panicked.

Took no responsibility.

All but sent her away
entirely alone.

And?

What were you supposed to do?
Marry her?

Did you not just hear
what I said about…?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Gerald told me years ago
there was a child.

You… You knew?

And you're not angry?

Well, it's not ideal,
obviously…

… but boys will be boys,
needs must be met.

And inevitably, the sort of
girls who are willing

are only going to be found
in the servants' quarters.

That…

Not with Emma.

It was…
—What?

Love?

More than love.
It… It was everything.

Whatever silly infatuation
you think you had, Edwin,

it hardly justifies
traipsing off to France

with the very real possibility
you won't return.

I understand the risks.
It's what I have to do.

And I'm sorry, Father…

You won't change my mind.

Morning, everyone. Now,
I know this is an uncertain

and anxious time for us all,

so I'll get straight
to the point.

From today, my mills and the
factory will halt production

on the usual Harte fabrics
and designs

to produce only a durable wool
for military uniforms,

which we'll eventually be
making on an exclusive basis

for the duration of the w*r.

Unfortunately,

this will mean the closing
and sale of my shops.

But please don't worry. None
of you will be out of work.

You're all needed elsewhere.

Those of you who wish
to volunteer,

I will continue to pay
your wages to your families.

Then, when you return,

your jobs will be here
waiting for you.

While you're out there
fighting to protect our future,

we'll be doing everything
we can to protect yours.

Are there any questions?
—Yes.

I have a few.

You're selling my shops?
—I'm selling MY shops.

I bought them from you
at full price.

The deeds are in my name.

I don't care about the deeds,
Emma.

These shops belonged
to my father.

If you pull the wallpaper down
in that corner,

you'll see where my mother
marked my height every birthday!

Those memories will still exist,

with or without these buildings.

Perhaps you don't understand

what a precarious position
we're in.

Who is this "we"?
You talk like we're a team,

but you didn't think to ask,
or even tell me

that you're selling
my father's legacy!

These are not normal times.

Wouldn't your father want you
to do what's needed to survive?

Or maybe that's the problem.

Survival isn't something you've
ever had to think about before.

What's that supposed to mean?

These shops were handed to you,

just like everything else
in your life.

That doesn't mean
I didn't work hard.

Can't you just trust that
I have explored every option,

and this is the one
that'll see our family

through this wretched w*r.

Do you have so little faith
in me?

No, that's not fair.
And you know it.

I had faith in you
the second I saw you.

I gave you a job, remember?

And less than a year, I let you
a shop and then another…

… Emma.

I don't think there's anybody
in this world

who has more faith in you
than I do!

Mac had no doubts. Not one.

Laura, please.

I said I didn't want…

Laura?

Emma, talk some sense into him,
please. He'll listen to you.

What's going on?
—He's signing up.

Sacrificing himself
for a country

that's not even his!
—Laura.

My husband's gonna give
his life for the whim

of a government who
won't give women the vote,

and I'm supposed
to just accept it?

It does seem a bit rash, Mac.

It's early days.

I'm not doing this
for the government or the King.

Can't you see?

If we don't go over there
and stop the Germans,

they'll bring the fight to us.

There's no doubt
it'll reach these shores.

That'd take months, years.

The w*r will be over
by Christmas.

And what if it's not?

I can't sit here waiting
for them to come to us.

I have to do this.

To keep you safe.

But we don't want you to.

Do we, Emma? Tell him.

He's right.

We have to do what we can,
no matter how risky.

It scares me.
Of course it does.

I couldn't bear the thought…

But we can't be ruled by fear.

This is bigger than all of us.

We've got good lives
that we've worked hard for,

people to protect.

If we don't fight tooth and
nail in whatever way we can,

God knows what that'll mean
for our children.

Doing nothing — isn't that
the biggest risk of all?

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Feel free to browse.

There she is.

Emma Harte.

Look at you.

How far you've come.

You should know that
Edwin told me everything.

He's got it into his head
that he has to, um…

He's, uh…

Oh, he's volunteering…
to fight.

Punishing himself
for what happened

between the pair of you.

Now, if what Edwin says is true

and your feelings for each
other were, in fact, genuine,

then… I'm sure you don't
want his life at risk

any more than I do.

So… I thought you could
write him a letter…

… saying that you forgive him,

absolving him.

Maybe, just maybe,
he'll see sense.

No.

No?

A word you're unfamiliar with,
Squire?

I'm not as well read as you,

but I believe if you look it up
in the dictionary,

it means there'll be
a cold day in hell

before I do any such thing.

Emma…

My son could die.

And that has absolutely
nothing to do with me.

Oh, you used to remind me
so much of your mother.

But I can see now
you're quite different.

What do you know
about my mother?

Oh, she didn't tell you?

Elizabeth — she used to serve
our family, much like you did.

I was very fond of her.

You're lying.

We spent a wonderful summer
together, out on the moors,

in the caves,
on top of the world.

Only… she was able to see our
time together for what it was.

She didn't bear a grudge.

And I'm asking you
to do the same.

Find it in your heart
to forgive.

I think it's what your mother
would want.

Well, why didn't you help her?

Uh…

She could have lived.

If we could have got a doctor
to see her

to give her medicine…

You could have paid for that.

I, uh…

My father ran into a burning
building to save your son.

He gave his life for him.

You wouldn't even give
one penny for my mother's!

That's hardly fair.

No such thing as fair!
Not in this world.

Though I see why
you believe in it...

since every coin you've ever
tossed has landed heads up.

But that is just luck.

All I'm trying to do
is protect my child.

Edwin is a grown man

who is choosing to put himself
in the line of fire!

My mother never had a choice
her whole life!

No need to get upset.
—Oh, I'm not upset!

I am burning with rage!

And that will never change!

You, your sons, your wife…
You destroyed my family!

And you can be quite sure,
I will not rest

until I've destroyed yours!

I'll be up soon.

It's already morning.

Been here all night.

I'm sorry.

I've been thinking.

And we need to give ourselves
the best possible chance

of winning
the military uniform contract.

So that's why I think…

… you should do
the presentation.

What?
—Perform it, I mean.

I'll write it.
Or we can write it together.

And practise it over and over
until you know it

back to front.
—Emma…

I know you're angry with me
about the shops,

but this is for our family,
for the children.

Those lords are never going to
give the contract to a woman.

They want someone
who looks like them.

A man they can trust in.

And I don't know a more
trustworthy man than…

I've signed up.

You…?

Joe…

Is this because Mac…

I'm not daft, Emma.

I wouldn't risk leaving
our children without a father

just to prove to you
I'm as much of a man as he is.

I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't scared.

But how could I ever look them
in the eye…

… Kit and Edwina…

… if I didn't do everything
I could to protect them?

But…

… I need you.

Sorry, Emma.

I didn't know.

You never have done before.

People worried the
Boer w*r would last for years,

and look how quickly that ended.

Weren't there two Boer Wars?

Yes. Second one
lasted for three years.

Still, I'm sure that
this time next year

we'll all be back
to our normal lives

and everyone will be so grateful
to you for your bravery, Edwin.

Yes, I'm sure you'll be
a huge asset on the b*ttlefield,

what with all your experience
wielding pens

and fannying about the newsroom.

I'm looking forward to
the parades when it's over.

I expect there'll be some.

Yes, a parade.

That should make all the death
worth it.

What?
He's obviously not coming.

He is.

No.

He isn't.

Everyone's wondering
where you are.

I thought you'd be too busy
drinking champagne,

toasting the stupidest decision
that Edwin's ever made.

Adam…

… it's not too late
to tell him how you feel.

I made that perfectly clear.

I don't want you
to have any regrets.

They're poisonous.

I wish I'd told Adele.
—Yes.

Perhaps if you had, instead
of whatever it was you said

that drove her back
to the drink,

she'd still be here.

Edwina, love.

Listen… Do you understand
what Daddy's saying?

That I've got to go away
for a little while?

Can I come?
—No, love.

Daddy's got an important job
to do.

I'll be back before you know it.

For Christmas.

Yeah. For Christmas.

You should sleep.

You'll need it.

For their birthdays.

I've got up to Edwina's 16th,

which is…

… impossible to imagine,
isn't it?

Will you, um…

… if I don't…?

You will.

Edwin?

Yes.

I hope…

… you find peace.

I know that's a strange thing
to say, given…

But it seems to me as though
that's what you're looking for.

That's what you've
always been looking for.

You might be right about that.

But…

… I'm not sure I deserve it.

I'm sorry.

I know you wanted this to be…

I never should have pretended
I was capable of giving you

what you wanted.

You shouldn't wait for me.

Whatever happens, don't wait.

You deserve that heart—soaring
love you've always dreamed of.

The kind you had with Emma?

How…?
—I found the letters.

Oh, God.

That's why I had her
alter my dress.

I wanted to meet her.

I can see why
she made your heart soar.

I'm sorry you lost her.

So am I.

Safe travels.

I love you.

You don't.

But that's OK.

It's never made me
regret a second of it.

It's a privilege
being your husband.

That's one that
I won't let go of easily.

So you can be sure I will
find my way back to you.

I told you, didn't I?

I'm no good at these.

It wasn't goodbye then
and it isn't now.

Don't even say it.

Say, "See you soon,"
because you will.

You have to.

There's no me without you,
Shane O'Neill.

Not since that first morning
we met on the moors.

So don't go being the hero.

I know that'll be hard for you,
but…

… I need you back here.

See you soon, then, Emma.

All aboard!

Step away from the train please!

All aboard!
Step away from the train please!

No sense us being at w*r
while they are.

Very generous of you.

Famous pacifist, aren't I?

Listen to this.

"Remember to drink your tea
while it's still hot.

"You often set it aside
and forget

"when you're lost in your work.

"I swap it for a fresh one
before you notice."

"And I've left a shawl
on the back of your chair."

"Use it."

"You always feel the cold"

"when the evening draught
creeps in."

He knows you pretty well.

What are we supposed
to do without them?

We carry on.

You should stay.

Stay here.

Not just tonight,
but until they come home.

Get each other through it.

But we won't be wallowing.

You've got your presentation.

I can't win without Joe.

They'll never take me seriously.

That's what a woman would say.

Now, a man…
with all your achievements

and a proposal
as good as yours…

… he would go in there
and act like he'd already won.

Adam?
—She k*lled my son.

Who has?

Adam, Edwin's not dead. He's…

She'll pay.

I'll make sure that woman pays.

Who?

Emma Harte.

'Dearest Joe,

'I don't know when, or even if,
this letter will reach you,

'but I have to try

'to tell you how sorry I am.

'Because you're right...

'a marriage should be
about two partners.

'And I regret more than anything

'that I never gave you
the chance to be mine.

'I've been so proud,
so stubborn,

'thinking I had to do it
all on my own

'that I didn't notice
the sacrifices you made,

'the quiet strength
you were offering,

'how you loved me, supported me
and trusted me

'without asking for anything
in return.

'It was unforgivable,
deciding to sell the shops,

'so I've taken them off
the market.

'Yes, we are
in significant debt.

'But some things
are more important than money.'

I'm the proud owner of two mills

and a factory full of workers,

poised to begin sewing our
soldiers' uniforms as soon…

… immediately, subject to…

'I have every faith
that I'll win the bid

'for the military uniform
contract,

'just as I have every faith
that you'll come home to me.

'And when you do, Joe,

'I'll be the partner
you deserve.

'I promise you that.'

Gentlemen, our men...

fathers, brothers, sons,
husbands, including my own...

are out in the fields of France
fighting for King and country.

The least we can do
is provide them with

the best possible uniforms
to aid their path to victory...

the most durable wool,
the most functional designs.

And I am the person
to make that happen.

I know I'm not the usual
sort to stand before you.

As you've likely observed,
I'm not a man.

But I ask you to pay
attention not to who I am,

but to what I'm offering.

I am the proud owner
of two mills

and a factory full of workers

poised to begin sewing our
soldiers' uniforms immediately,

subject to your approval
of my designs.

I've already begun
producing the fabric needed

at my own cost.

I knew that inflation on
the price of raw materials

would be coming, and fast,

so the day w*r was declared,

I secured the wool
needed to make 16,000 uniforms

at a price of one shilling
per pound.

If you were to buy
that wool today,

you wouldn't be able to get it for
less than one shilling and threepence.

Tomorrow it will be higher.

And that's how I know that

not one of the men
you've heard from so far

will be able to offer you
a more competitive price

than I can.

Time is not a luxury we have,
gentlemen.

The w*r has begun.

Pick me, and not only
can I offer you

the highest quality
at the lowest price,

but I can begin today.

I've had an idea.

And it's rather brilliant,
if I do say so myself.

Oh, well, let's hear it.

You should join the VAD.

We can train together.

Oh…

It'll be so much more fun
if it's the two of us.

I really think
you'd get something out of it.

Well, I don't think so.
—Why not?

Well, I don't think
Adam would…

I mean, he needs me here,
especially with Edwin gone.

And what about what YOU need?

Well, I…

I don't… I'm…

I'm fine.

Are you?

Yes.

What?
—Nothing. It's just…

You seem to spend a lot of time

worrying about
Mr Fairley's needs, but…

… he doesn't seem
to give yours a second thought.

What a thing to say!
That… That's not true.

Isn't it?

No, I…

Look, I know Adam can be…

But he's been through
an awful lot.

I mean, he lost his wife.

And you lost your sister.

Yes, yes, I did. I lost her.

We both lost someone
that we adored that day.

And it was my fault
because I broke Adele's heart.

I betrayed her.
I drove her back to the drink.

YOU broke her heart?
All on your own?

And what about Mr Fairley?

I was the last person
to speak to her.

No, you weren't.
—I was.

No, it was… Mr Fairley.

I heard him…
in Mrs Fairley's room, arguing,

saying the cruellest things,
only a few hours before she…

Are you making this up?
—No.

I swear.

Thank you so much, Lord Acton.

I really appreciate
you giving me the opportunity.

You're welcome.
—You've got my details,

haven't you? If you have
any further questions…

Charles!

Adam Fairley!

Charlie!
Good to see you, old boy.

How long has it been?

How's that horse of yours
running, huh?

I'm going to insist that
you dine with us again soon.

I know Olivia's just
dying to see Penny.

Now, regarding those uniforms,

I think we could be
the perfect partners…

The contract's lost. I lost.

But it's OK.

There'll be a way, won't there?

Find a way to fix it.
Fix everything.

And I haven't come up
with a plan yet.

But I always do.

Who?

Mummy! Mummy!

Mummy, why are you crying?

I love you.

I love you, Edwina.

No, I haven't heard
from Edwina for a while.

But I'll give her your regards.

And watertight. Yes?

Bye. Goodbye.

Would you send Paula in, please?

No more secrets, Paula.
Agreed?

No more secrets.

And I'd like you
to contact the family, please.

I believe I'm going to have
that birthday party after all.

Ask Jerry to make travel
arrangements. The whole clan.

For this weekend.

THIS weekend? Before Monday?

That's right. My children
can celebrate with me

en route
to their famous meeting.

Let's make this
an occasion to remember.

We're going home.

Good to be home?

Always.

We need to preserve
our legacy at all costs.

And I think I've got the answer.

A partnership with the Fairleys?

I would have spat if someone
had suggested it before now.

Are all the traitors present?
Let's get started, shall we?