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Hold on!

Hold on Austin!

Don't go!

I can't Cloudlise.

Don't go to the next one!

Don't go for me!

Holy God, I am in it!

It's a bit of a bad chance, but you know her.

She never let's on.

You all right, her?

No, I never better.

Love a 10-hour shift at the furnace.

Can't you, sir?

Lucky I don't finish till 9.

Did Mr. Mulcaster look at your drawings?

I still got them.

Maybe he'll give you a job as a draftsman?

Ha!

Maybe I'll give him a sack.

Oh.

Mary Ellen!

Must go.

Summer love to keep, bye.

Sorry, Mrs. Stavison.

That's all right, lass.

Why you spend so much time with those two, I'll never know.

Mrs. Stavison?

We've been friends since we were little,

Roddy and Hal and me.

We grew up together.

And when I look back and remember all the things that

happened, I know nothing on Earth will ever come between us.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

I love you, Mrs. Stavison.

I love you.

Want to have a good time, Sella boy?

LAmembers, is he

Jesus.

Bella.

Bella!

Wake up!

Get your hands off me!

Where's Sally?

What the hell are you doing here?

Please.

It's me all right.

I won't ask you again.

Where is Sally?

Dead!

Look.

Your poor sister's been dead these past four months.

And I've been looking after your lad out the goodness of me heart ever since.

Dead.

My Sally dead.

It started as a bellyache.

Turned out to be your appendix.

Shaft for a doctor, put it at burst by then.

Blood poison and took her in three days, poor lass.

I did me best.

I passed away in the arm, she did.

And Roddy.

Where's Roddy?

I'm here, Darr.

For pity, sir.

What's wrong with you?

So you've been looking after my son, have you?

Been taking care of him.

Don't you go getting at me if you think it's been easy.

Easy!

Easy!

What I think is that you've been drinking yourself to death at my expense.

Feeling all of the best while Roddy here goes without.

Put yourself in your hands, get yourself out.

Don't hurt yourself.

You don't want her, I'll kill her.

Stand away, but I'll have the Lord here.

You too, man.

Go on.

Go on, do that now.

Take your breath with you.

Go on.

You can tell him I just straight home where you looked after my lad since his mother died.

And tell him I can do it out the goodness of your heart.

I'll get you out of here.

Roddy?

Roddy?

Roddy?

Come here.

What are these?

They're just stones, huh?

My gosh.

You caught the living lightness of her.

When you dried?

The week before she took poorly.

Yeah.

I never realized.

Never knew you were so good.

I've been drawn them for years, sir.

I'm sorry.

But I'm naked up here.

I promise.

I promise.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm not going to die.

I'm going to die.

Boys, Dad!

Oh, that voice.

Oh, that voice.

What the hell did you do that for?

Tom Bonham in and Pot Fela.

Good bog.

Give it to me, and you can ride away from here.

And if I don't, I'll shoot you and take it anywhere.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, Jesus!

My God, you've killed him.

Do you hear me? He's dead.

We've got the money pot.

That's what we came for.

Miners!

The shift must have finished.

There'll be more passing any minute.

What are we gonna do?

Nout!

Nobody comes here.

It's too dangerous.

We'll bury in tonight when everyone's at the barn dance.

Come on, over here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sally.

My Sally buried in a porpoise grave.

And Pella said there was no money for anything else.

And Pella can go to hell.

As soon as I can, I'll have a move to Langley Church.

Langley, were you good?

It's the only one I know, lad.

Now when my time comes, I want you to see a light next to her.

Er.

What are you going to do?

I think I'm pregnant, right?

I don't even know any other way.

It is.

Good luck.

Looks like iron can be found.

Up next week, I'm asking you what to do?

XTE !

That'll happen to me while you're away.

Well, the house is worth 150 pounds of a penny.

Cleaned up, it'll fetch good rent.

Well, I might even sell it either way.

Well, we'll lift, ah, if you sell the house.

Oh, come on to that.

If you give us a chance.

Rody, I'm sorry, I didn't think.

I just want to be with you, Dara.

I know that, son.

And I want to be with you, but when I'm back on shore,

I'll come and see you at Langley every weekend.

You said you couldn't get out of Langley fast enough.

Oh, that was a long time ago.

The village itself's all right,

if you ignore the mine and the smelt milk.

But I don't know anybody there.

I want to stay in the docks.

If you stay here, you'll end up in the house of correction.

And who'd look after us in Langley?

Where does he stay?

Oh, well, that's the best bit.

You'll stay with the witch.

Oh, witch.

Tawn Fret.

She's a white one.

There's none of this black magic we're kerb make piece.

And she brews the best ginger ale in all Northumberland.

I won't, Dara.

I won't go live the witch.

My dad says you're bad, but pure magic Kate.

Well, it's more than magic love.

It's got St John's wort, oil of roses,

and a few pounded backie leaves.

You look uncutly love.

But if you blab one of my secrets to anyone else,

I'll turn you into a frog.

Were you ever in service, Kate?

Yes, yes, I was.

That's what brought me up from Yorkshire.

I worked at Highfield Manor for years.

That was before I got caught up with all my pills and repulsions.

Why do you ask?

My mom says I'm going into service this summer,

probably with the Davesons at Lanehead Farm.

Oh, Jessie Davesons, all right.

Shall want a money's worth?

You don't want to work for other people, do you?

No, I don't.

And I don't want to be spending me evens black and gray

to when I could be dancing.

Mary Ellen.

You and your dancing.

Please, Mother, please.

You said no, Martha.

It's a barn dance, not Lord Redmond's ball.

For my red dress is sword, and the rest nothing but rats.

Your father bought that dress for you not two months since.

And you've got more good clothes than I have.

Mother, for the last time, the answer is no.

No, what's this?

It's not my fault.

Mother says I have to wear my red dress to the dance tonight.

And you know how much I hate it.

It makes me look like a cow man's daughter.

It does no such thing.

You'll wear it or stay home.

Cowman's daughter indeed.

With no daughter in mind, there's

going to be dancing that can make

she's gone straight from the bar.

Daniel.

What?

Mr. Barneman.

Butch the truck.

The Mrs. and Martha are going shopping in Hexham.

Don't mind you hold your nerve and stay out the wheelhouses.

What's that stink?

It's the smelt milk.

Thanks.

Mind you, there's a place to work.

It's no worse than the mine.

I started work at that mill when I was 16.

Lived in Alan Dillon.

Just be right at me.

Four miles each way, six days a week.

What the fumes in the heat?

Talk about the frying panning to the fire.

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So Royce, you should have been back from Newcastle

with a clear rule of I know.

You're taking the Hexham road.

Take my horse, see if he can find him.

I see him.

And you'll have to just stand.

Come on!

How far is that your woman's house now?

Mrs. Megpeast, are you?

You can see that place from the top of the corner.

But how far is it?

Oh, it's miles.

Richard, at the top.

What's there we are from the edge, right?

LAUGHTER

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I'm going to get you.

LAUGHTER

Oh, hey, hey.

You've got a pair of legs on your own, haven't you?

Whoa, must be getting old.

No one's ever beat me before.

Whoa, never, no.

Oh, never.

Must be weird on this.

Oh, you left as a quarry.

It's just a big wall.

Hi.

A big crumblin' hole where many of the time I rip me back

side sliding down it.

You never.

Hi, there lad.

You were all Sunday again.

And here.

You see there?

Where the land's falling away?

Well, that's Kurt's place.

And Sixplin says, I'm knocking on the door for you.

LAUGHTER

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Oh, thank you, lad.

That's going to keep me going for a while.

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And this will keep you going until your dargets home.

Ginger beer and knife metal sweeties.

Thank you, Mrs. Makepiece.

But I'll save him if you don't mind.

We dastardly be buttoned to take us to the Bondan side.

You do.

Anybody hauled by the name of Kent Makepiece?

Peter Greenbank.

Oh.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, it's good to see you, lad.

Is this your boy?

Hi.

Rod, eat your with friends.

11 years old to the day and almost a man.

Hello, Rod, a piece of meat you missed me, piece.

Kate.

Call me Kate.

And who's this young whipper snapper then?

How are you, since then?

Oh, Gabriel, Royce and his lad.

I see.

Well, you mean your dog go back a long way.

Sello that would inform you, will you?

He's away in Newcastle, but I will unassie him.

Thank you, Mrs. Makepiece.

I'd best be getting back.

I'll fetch you another bag of firewood on Sunday.

Thank you, lad.

You must be hungry.

Bye, yeah, we could eat a horse.

Well, I'll see you back to find you a horse.

I'll go and get him to it.

Da?

Is that you, Dad?

Da?

Where are you, Dad?

Da?

Is that you, Dad?

Da?

Where are you, Dad?

Good boy, Hazel.

Good boy.

Where is he, Castle?

Where's my dad?

Where are you, Dad?

Where are you, Dad?

Good boy, Hazel.

Good boy.

Where is he, Castle?

Where's my dad?

Where are you, Dad?

And she's lying in her porpoise grave in Newcastle.

But before I find another ship, I mean to move at a Langley churchyard where come the day I'll join her.

Another ship?

So you're not thinking of coming back here, then?

And the pit or the mill?

No.

There's one thing you get to see if you know what else, kid.

And that's fresh air.

At least when you're top and light.

And you want me to look after the lad?

Hmm.

You know, they always said you could read a man's mind.

It was a lad I never believed it, but...

...they'll be all right.

Oh, if that's what you had in mind, you'd better change it.

I'm past looking after Burns.

You'd better think of something else, lad.

I've told you, sir. I don't know where he is.

His horse came home without him and Aaron Street and the mainson told Mr. Marcaster.

Your mother, she died last year, didn't she?

What's that got to do with Gabriel disappearance, sheriff?

Well, did she or didn't she?

Yes, sir.

So, you'll be missing your dar, then?

Yes, sir. I am.

This business with his horse is just a trick, isn't it?

No.

When's he going to send for you?

How's he going to let you know where to find him?

He isn't. I wish he would.

Mr. Marcaster, you know me, dar. Something must have happened.

What's happened is your dar's stolen Mr. Marcaster's payroll.

That's a lie.

No, Mr. Truth, boy.

And unless you help me to find him, he'll go to prison for a very long time.

That's enough, sheriff. There's no point in frightening the lad.

Prison is a frightening place, Mr. Marcaster.

And so is the workhouse.

The workhouse?

Well, we can't leave him here on his own, can we?

No, I'm not going to the workhouse.

You dar'll be back on taint the tickets to the barn dance tonight.

There are lads. Thanks, kids.

Bill and Jane Lee.

Now, they lost their lad to the cholera two years since.

They've got a girl called Mary Erin.

She's got a ton of good clip clouds.

I've got the same age as you.

I don't like girls.

Oh, you'll get on then.

When you, uh, you reckon they'll take them on?

Yes, they'll not see why not.

Seeing as you and he were such friends.

But you still keep an eye on him, wouldn't you, kid?

Yes, of course I would.

There's a dancing Langley tonight.

Everyone's going to be there, including the leaves,

so you can talk to them yourself.

And you can ask Mary Ellen for a dance.

You look at picture, Les.

Don't forget the silver dance for me.

The first and last, father.

Servals and pick-ups and don't deal it.

Welcome.

Are you sure you won't change your mind, kid?

No, I can't, lad.

If I leave this, it'll turn sour.

You two go and enjoy yourselves.

You can have a talk with Bill, and you can give Mary Ellen a dance.

I hate dancing.

Oh, in that case, you can stay here and help me.

Oh, wait, Dad.

Oh, go and be late.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hello, Martha.

Oh, Henry.

What's all this I hear about Gabriel Royston stealing your payroll?

We'll have to wait and see.

My God, Jim, the volume of the chirron and phonium guilty.

I need a drink.

Make sure you're still looking up to war, Paul.

Oh, well, you might not be a straight line, mind.

Do you believe it, Mom?

Do I believe what Mary Ellen?

Mr. Royston, do you think he taught Mr. Newcastle 300 sufferings?

Everybody else seems.

Oh, Newcastle 300 sufferings.

Everybody else seems to.

Why don't you look where you're going?

Why don't you learn the dance?

No, I won't have to.

Mary Ellen.

I don't know where you get it from.

Amy, you're that line?

Why?

It isn't off step buck, 15 years.

Now, either I'm saying things without you.

I'm not saying things without you.

I'm not saying things without you.

I'm not saying things without you.

I'm not saying things without you.

I'm not saying things without you.

It isn't off step buck, 15 years.

Now, either I'm saying things without you.

That's Peter Greenback.

Peter?

Jen?

Jen!

Oh!

Hey, and you're looking prettier than ever.

Why, you've not changed a bit.

And let me guess.

Mary Ellen Lee, the best dancer in London.

Who told you that?

Why, you're a kid, make peace.

And you said, you'd see Charlie here next to the Nord time.

Duh-huh!

No, I don't want to.

Cosy-tay, Stanley!

Not quite his father's son.

No, more like his mother.

But that's another story.

Now, I hear that against all my advice,

you still married to that scoundrel, Bill.

Peter.

So where is he?

Where'd you think?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Bye, but you've got a brass neck, Peter.

You disappear 15 years ago with half the lasses in the district after your blood.

And you expect the pig of the bers, if not on it happened?

Keep your voice down, Bill.

The lad might hear you.

Jen Hardin still flies off the hand of the mince in your name.

I will. I'm not like that anymore, Bill.

All I want now is to see Roddy's all right before I find another ship.

Well, our Mary Ellen seems to take the shine to him. That's for sure.

Well, so does that mean you'll take them on?

For the money I offered?

Well, I couldn't care less about the money, Peter.

It would be good to have a lot of both the place again.

But Jane'll have a last word.

Same as always.

All right.

We'll take them.

Jane, Leah could kiss you.

You better bloody not.

She didn't know the talking, Peter.

I've always had a soft spot for you to spike your bad habits.

Oh, just make sure he keeps up with his drawing, will you?

Who knows?

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

Who knows?

It might keep him out the mill.

Oh, hi.

Jobs for thought that can draw a thing on the ground around here, you know?

You've no romance in your soul, Billy.

My mother warned me, but I wouldn't listen.

Oh, well.

The lad looks dead on his feet.

Hi.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Mmm.

Ha ha ha ha.

Maybe it was no bad thing, you know.

I haven't worn off to see like you did.

Ha ha ha.

Well, Mary Ellen, you're looking forward to having another man about the house.

Don't all my hand really thought about it.

Well, considering you're doing like girls and you can't stand them, then, you seem to

have spent most of the night on your prints with Mary Ellen.

She didn't give me much choice, did she?

Ha ha ha.

Daa, you will come home every weekend, won't you?

When we went to set in and I wrote them in the docks.

Of course I will.

What's that, Dad?

What?

I thought I saw something.

And the trees.

There.

We're here.

Daa.

Two as I say, boy.

That's David off.

Take his legs.

Oh, Jesus.

Run, Marty.

You murdered bastards.

It's a banana, not a fat fella.

And you've done forgive your broyston.

God bless his soul.

Get him!

Daa.

Run it!

Daa.

Daa.

Daa.

Get up, Daa.

You killed him.

You killed me, Daa.

What are you going to do with the child?

Nate!

Get it!

No.

Do as I say.

I won't kill a child.

Now let's give his diet his to the seal.

Where are they?

With the left before we do, didn't it?

About ten o'clock.

Marty was worn out, but Mr. Greenbank was...

In high good spirits.

So there should have been back with you by eleven at the latest.

Well, I'm not seen hiding the hair of them, and neither is anyone else.

You know, Peter.

I do know, Peter.

And if he's sleeping enough under a hedge, he shouldn't be.

Not with a bear.

Roddy's not a bear in Kate.

These days, everyone under thirty is a bear in to me, Lass.

I think I'll try by the quarry.

Although I doubt if even Peter would be daffd enough to come home that way at night.

And I think I'll try to get him to the house.

I think I'll try to get him to the house.

Although I doubt if even Peter would be daffd enough to come home that way at night.

Why, kids?

Tell Peter will expect him and Roddy for supper.

Mary Ellen, if you've got something to say.

No, ma'am. It's only Mr. Greenbank had drunk north a lot of beer hadn't he?

No, ma'am.

Oh, my God.

Roddy?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Roddy?

Roddy?

Roddy?

Roddy?

Roddy?

Help! Help me somebody! Help me! Help!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Keep them coming.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Is he dead?

No, but he's barely breathing.

Getting round to my place.

Laddie.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Get him round to my place.

Laddie.

John, hide down a landing and get your opponent, will you?

Doctor.

Hi.

He's gonna need your skills and more.

What about his dad?

You look after Roddy. Leave Peter to us.

Go on, kid.

Go on, miss.

God save us all.

Peter!

I'm sorry, Kate.

He's a messful.

He must have basse his head when he fell.

Take him inside.

Put him on the table.

Shall I send for gin?

No.

To help with the laying out, Lake?

No, no.

I'll attend to him myself.

And the lad?

I'll miss you, Peter.

But I'll put your money to good use, I promise.

I know I like studs, for you, huh?

But the thing is, you're going to make the best of it.

Believe you or me, you'll be better off at Eberhammeltons

than in the workhouse.

Don't just stand there, lad.

You're here to work.

No, not the house.

You'll sleep any day, eh?

Mr. and piece, Peter.

House, Roddy?

Oh, the doctor says nothing's broken.

He just won't wake up.

Can I see him?

Mary Ellen.

Yes, love.

Go upstairs.

Whatever happens, I'm going to look after the lad myself.

Oh, Roddy, you were such a bonnie dancer.

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

He's awake!

Oh, Roddy, you were such a bonnie dancer.

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

He's awake!

Oh, Roddy, you were such a bonnie dancer.

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Roddy!

Roddy, you feel any better, lad?

Of course!

Let's be a kid.

A kid may be.

Remember?

A kid may be.

A kid may be.

But do you remember what happened at the quarry when you fell?

Fell?

I don't know!

Who are you?

I'm a kid.

I don't know!

Who are you?

I don't know you!

Where am I?

I don't know!

What is it, fella?

It was up and lonely.

They were all talking.

What about?

The boy.

It's not dead.

Walk on.

We'll call it amnesia.

It's a kind of forgetfulness.

Caused in his case by the knock on the head when he fell.

Yes, I know what it is and what caused it.

What I want to know is how are you going to cure it?

I'm afraid I'm not.

There's no treatment, Mrs. Makepeace.

His memory could come back tomorrow.

Or not at all.

Mother, he's finished!

You look like a new man.

You should have done it years ago.

This is insane.

Whiskers are not, he's going to recognize you.

So what will you do?

Kill him and the old woman on the spot.

Mother of God.

This was your dad's.

I'm sorry.

This was your dad's favorite.

You drew it a few months ago.

She was a fine-looking lady, wasn't she?

Oh, she was lab.

But you don't remember her.

Oh, don't fret.

Time will heal the hurt and your memory will come back.

Dr. Brunton said it might not.

What then, Kate?

Well, was it half an hour?

Was it half an hour?

We'll start out on a new road.

Who's that?

We'll start on a new road and just go anywhere.

You might have become an artist or even a shipwright.

What am I going on?

Ah, I do recognize you.

Bit?

Who do you expect him to be for?

Why? You weren't exactly the best of friends.

Well, we're out of moments.

That's all the pass-kirt.

What's that, Dad?

We're here.

Dad, that's a simple...

Run running!

Go! Get up, Dad!

You killed him! You killed me, Dad!

What are you gonna do with the child?

I don't know.

Well...

Do it!

Do it!

No, don't do it!

They won't kill it, Dad!

So, would you let us in?

I'll have a technical history.

No, you can't.

The vicar's taken him to lie in the church because of the lad.

Oh, the lad, yeah? How was he?

Buttly heard, I hear.

What have you heard wrong?

Is it all right?

Kid?

It's lad.

My advice is...

Bloody.

You all right, lad?

Of course, sit down.

I'm done, Barnum, and old friendier, Dass.

You remember me, lad?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

I can't remember anything.

How old are you, Roddy?

He's 11.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

Why'd you ask?

I need a lad to help with me woodsman.

So if you need a start when you're feeling better here.

I'll call at the church, only we're home.

He'll not work for you.

I'd rather put him in the mine or the smelt mill.

You know what's true with this here about your kid?

You really are an old witch.

Well, lad, I think it's time you went back to bed.

I do remember, Kate.

What?

What do you remember?

Something.

I remember something.

I don't know what it is.

I'd like you to stay away, Kate.

Who are you?

I'll...

I'll host you.

I've lost my dad, too.

I'll be back in time for tea.

The hours you've been spending at kids these past two months,

you know it'll have to stop when you started the day ever since.

I'm late.

Mary Ellen, it is just kid you want to see, isn't it?

Nothing to do with Roddy.

Sorry I'm late.

He's not here, love.

How would he shadow us, Paul?

Well, Abel Hamilton is working house so hard,

he's barely got time to breathe.

A little don't run after Roddy.

Where is he then?

Over the quarry.

What about the nettles?

I've been cutting nettles.

I've been cutting nettles.

I think I'll manage it now.

Well, come on.

Here you go.

I bet you could draw this quarry with your eyes shut.

I keep thinking a little makes something happen in my head, Mary Ellen.

But it doesn't.

I just want to know what happened in my dad.

You know, Roddy, if I could, I'd give you a piece of milk.

I'd give you a piece of milk.

I'd give you a piece of milk.

I'd give you a piece of milk.

I'd give you a piece of milk.

I'd give you a piece of milk.

I'd give you a piece of milk.

Roddy, if I could, I'd give you a piece of milk.

Get off us!

Leave the lawn!

Sounds like house in trouble.

Roddy, leave the city!

I want my feet in the dark!

No!

Thanks.

The courtroom by surprise.

You will know Mary Ellen.

It's all right.

Come on.

Don't worry, Fela.

One of them thinks his father's in America.

The other one kind of even remembers his own name.

Never mind who killed his dad.

There's a scholarship scheme.

Scholarship?

Can't I believe it?

You've got art school.

Oh, this is wonderful news.

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Wonderful news, love.

I must go.

Bye.

God is caught a well.

Dan Banneman's daughter, Martha.

It seems you have an eye for portraits as well, Mr Greenbank.

And for a pretty girl.

Roddy's got his eye on someone else.

No.

All you've ever wondered is to possess Roddy.

Mind, body and soul will he go the wrong way about it?

I hate you, Haraison.

Do you hear me?

I've always hated you and I always shall.

Get it into your head, Marian.

I'm fond of you, but not in that way.

Lead go of my arm, please.

Check your hands off my daughter, Greenbank.

You don't frighten me.

You're a place, Jim.

You hear me, Banneman?

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