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Come on, mate.

Life is a little old on you.

Dad?

Mum says to tell you something's ready.

Thanks, Chloe.

Thanks, Chloe.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Maggie, get those loves in the oven.

The water broke pies, Mum. You said that...

Never mind what I said. Listen to what I'm saying.

And, Annie...

Hey! Don't have a good, me, Mary Ellen.

If I go any faster, I'll pass myself coming back.

Anyone in the neighborhood Kate was marrying the Duke of Northumberland tomorrow.

Not Harry Baker.

The baker stands for a lot round here.

So don't tell me you wouldn't have grabbed Harry with both hands if he'd set his cup at you.

Being Harry Baker, I'd rather die a spinster.

Oh.

This time tomorrow, being Mrs. Kate Baker.

I...

Be well.

Harry.

Do you love me?

Do you really love me?

Do you mean more than anything in the world?

Yes.

More than me on life?

Yes.

What do you think?

Hey, Harry.

I've got a good word. I've not been invited for supper then.

Not the night, Mr. Royston. Kate said his bad luck.

Anyway, I've got other plans.

And we know what they are and all.

Yeah, well, just don't be sick on the altar.

Kate will kill you.

Oh, hey then, John. Tell your mum will be a minute, sir.

All right. Oh, good luck. We'll see you tomorrow then.

Bye.

I was, er...

I was right over the old place later, but, er...

Since you're here, I don't have it, no.

No.

There's 200 pound in there, so we're present from the Mississippi.

Oh, my God.

Have you and Kate a good start?

More than a start, I'd say.

Oh, you'd be thinking it's too much, sir.

I didn't say a lot. It's just...

I've never seen so much money in my life.

All right.

Thanks, Mr. Royston. Thanks very much.

All right.

Welcome.

You fell in the back last week, but you still have to have a bath tonight.

A bath? No way.

Just one of the cow-buyer likes my life.

No.

And what's wrong with that?

Mum?

Don't ask me, you ask it. It's so wet.

Kate?

If you don't want a bath, Gabriel, that's fine by me.

Just so long as you don't mind walking to the church and standing outside.

All right, all right.

So some quiet...

...and your easy glasses.

To old Kate.

To Kate.

To Kate.

To Kate.

To help some friends.

Tom.

To help.

Kate.

You cheer maybe, Emily, tomorrow.

But you're still being all hot.

Oh, Dad.

Don't... Kate, you know it's unlucky.

No.

It's unlucky if you don't.

What bride didn't cry the night before a wedding?

That would be like an Irish wig without whiskey in the teapot.

Well, don't look like a tea pot, but I think there's some whiskey in the studio.

That's all, then.

Excuse us.

I'm not going to be a bad smolt.

There's a splash of your dad's mold in it.

To help you sleep.

You know, you're a very special Kate.

Harry Baker's a lucky man.

No, Mum.

I'm the lucky one.

Harry could have had any woman he wanted.

And I'm not everybody's cup of tea.

Isn't that what our Maggie said?

Maggie's mouth works faster than a brain.

That's true.

I'm going to miss you, Kate.

Especially after losing Tom.

I'm going to the typhus last year.

The house will be all full empty.

I'll miss you too.

All of you.

The evil Maggie.

Mum.

I was thinking about my father.

I mean, Roddy Greenburn.

And not Dad.

What about him?

A fine-looking fella.

That's what you told me.

And so he was.

Had a good body.

And a strong, handsome face.

Just like yours.

That's one way I put it in.

Did you feel for him?

The way you do for Dad?

No.

But I feel for your Dad it's different.

There's something special between you two, isn't it?

As you said, that's one way I put it in it.

You know what I mean.

It's there in the way. Look at each other.

And you don't feel like that about Harry.

I don't know.

You all right?

What do you think?

I don't know what to do.

I saw you asking me.

She's up in the same doubt.

Every woman has the night before a wedding.

Well, you didn't.

Did you?

Didn't sleep a week.

It's right into Dad.

Me too.

But Harry's got a twist and it's good tonight.

I mean, the money didn't set this nose.

How did you find out about that?

It was been holding your pocket all day.

Everybody knew.

Oh.

How much did you give him?

200.

200 pounds.

My God.

I just wanted to make it all right for Kate, you know.

You're great, son devil.

You know,

sometimes I think you care more for that girl.

Than all your own put together.

I'm not sure.

Very nice, Terry.

Very nice indeed.

Oh, thanks Mr. Royston.

Thanks very much.

Bend your head.

Oh, Kate.

You look bony.

Don't.

What do you do?

Neither of us has got to figure like yours.

Here's me like a yard of pipe water.

Ah, look at me, Boston and be the cows.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm all worked up.

Oh, you're supposed to be.

If it ever happens to me,

then I have to carry me into church and a door.

In the groom out on it when he realises what he's let himself in for.

You look lovely, Mum.

You too?

Bonnet.

I said.

Bonnet.

I heard.

Ready?

Ready as I'll ever be.

Thanks, Mum.

For everything.

Oh, he'll us.

They're all win.

That's a new bonnet or I'm Prince Arvags Butler.

It's so much.

Just last time I see you more like that.

Not that lens, Don.

He was wearing it.

Oh!

Oh, Kate.

Oh, Kate.

Is anybody going to help us out?

Do I have to wait all day?

Come on, let's not take all day.

It's all right.

There's no hurry.

It's right.

Oh, that's all my fault here.

I told him you'd kill him if he turned up drunk.

You too, lad.

We're not here.

Let me know on this show.

Come on, let me see.

Just going to show me face.

I'm sorry.

How?

Why are you ever since you're coming?

Except for the night.

Mm-hmm.

You can be better.

Robert.

Emily.

No.

Sir.

Where the devil is he?

Billy's bringing him on in the cart.

I mean, no one is like him.

It was a bit slow getting started this morning.

I am not sure.

She was John's right.

He must have had one too many to drink last night.

He must have.

The first time I saw you, Dad, like that, he slept for 24 hours.

breATH!

John, come on, Doc.

He's not coming, is he?

That's it, Mum.

I want to go.

You should not have done it, Doc. You shouldn't have given me money.

Money?

What money?

It was a wedding present. It was 200 pounds.

Coward?

You gave my hurry 200 pounds?

You must have paid out of your mind.

What are you thinking about?

Dad, take me home, please. You're now.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's for you.

He's taking your money and going to Australia.

Oh, OK.

Let her be.

If he ever shows his face around here, he'll not kill him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Right, come on, you two. Work to do.

Oh, what a shame. Well, we're off shopping.

Yeah, it's all right for some, isn't it?

Oh, well, it's what they do best, lad.

See you 12 of them.

I'm going to the reading room, Mum.

Not on your own, you're not.

I'll come with you.

There's no need.

You'll get on with your shopping.

Know what Dad's like. He has to wait for his dinner.

She's right, Mum.

She's got to do it for herself.

Good morning, Mrs. Snelles.

Let's roast it.

That foreign nerve.

What, Kate?

Mrs. Watford, and Eva, how are you?

I'm fine. And yourself.

Very well, thank you.

And are you bearing up, lass?

Bearing up.

l haven't been ill, Mrs. Watford.

But thanks for asking.

It's my water, please.

I'm so sorry, Miss Wurst.

And that was clumsy of me. Are you all right?

I have no more than a few bones broken, Mr. Bendy.

Oh, dear. I do believe I'll be liable for compensation.

You're now staying as your witness, Mum. You could claim a mighty fat song.

Well, it's this Mr. Bendy, John. I assassinate one of my family.

No, sir. Just attempting to knock her down.

Well, the way you go, Miss, hold up harm's way.

How come you're on terms with Lord Redman's nephew?

Oh, Mum, this life beyond more veil, you know.

And anyway, it's just a farmer like us.

Just like us.

It's like one of the biggest farms in the district, and a private income.

And you know, the other one, Flory.

No. But wouldn't you like to?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

But wouldn't you like to?

Just go off the boat from the Americas with a sound of him.

You tell that look out your eye, I want Maggie.

I'm not having no foreigner in the family.

Dad?

No, let's see about all of her.

You're not going to work for the lot?

No. Hello.

Sorry.

Didn't I see you two hanging over Sissy Lumley's store?

You did.

And I don't think they were thinking of their stomachs.

Hey.

They grew up so fast.

One minute you're wiping their noses.

The next they're getting themselves all worked up over men.

I'm not up to another round of caught money.

Oh, Flory's fine.

And you Mr. Bentley's a steady enough sort.

But it's not Flory you're fretting over.

It's Kate, isn't it?

After spitting in a few eyes and hexing.

Sarly said foot out of the house in a fortnight.

Just worrying my turn into some kind of recluse.

I've not had much fresh air lately, so I'm going for a ride.

What in God's name?

Not in those, you're not.

Where on earth did you get them?

Hexum.

While you were spending money on another bonnet for Maggie.

Well, you can take them straight back.

I will not.

You know how I've always hated riding side saddle.

But you can't.

You'll get your name up.

No more than it is already.

What was that you were saying?

Something about her becoming a recluse.

Nels?

Good morning, Kate.

Saddle-rended for me, Terry.

Very honest.

Splendid.

Pet pardon?

I said it's a splendid morning, Kate.

Oh.

Yes.

Supposed it is.

Would you be riding over Lyndon Bridge by any chance?

Why would I want to do that?

Because it offers the finest views in the county.

Mr. Bentley.

I know what the view is like from Lyndon Bridge.

I've written over it since I was a little girl.

Yes.

I'm sure you have.

But rarely on such a beautiful morning as this.

Charles?

I'll spare one.

Good day, Mr. Wiese.

Good day, Mr. O.

Benjamin Fraser Hamilton.

Sir, please call me Ben.

And what are you doing around here, Mr. Hamilton?

I live here.

I'm renting the Shepherd's Cottage from Charles Bentley.

Are you now?

Well, that explains everything.

Alright, I admit it.

After a brief meeting in Hexham, I did mention the Charles that I'd like to see you again.

But I didn't expect you to drop into my lap concert soon.

Anyways, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Maybe I should just ask you myself.

Your book.

It's fine.

Mind you, the castle of a tranel could only be improved by being stepped on.

You've read Horace Walpole, Ms. Royce.

Yes, I have Mr. Hamilton.

I've also read most of the works of Miss Austin and Sir Walter Scott.

In fact, I've probably read more books than all the men in Hexham put together.

You have a good ride?

Yes, thanks.

Chia de.

What?

The notebook went out, did you?

No.

Chia de.

What?

The notebook went out, did you?

Maggie?

Ask Terry the saddle ranger, will you?

I'm busy, Mom. Kate can do it.

No.

You do it.

And be sharp about it.

Mom, this butter to be turned hands to be cured, not to mention a mountain of housework.

So how come our Kate gets to go gallivant again, while everybody else is working their fingers to the bone?

Sometimes I wonder what happened to the censure.

That didn't answer my question.

All right. In two words.

Harry Bigger.

After what happened, I think we need to make a few allowances.

You mean spoiler, even more than usual.

You know what? I think I'll get myself left at the altar. I could do with a good holiday.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

I'm going to go to the altar.

Good day, Miss Royster.

Thank you.

My name is Catherine.

But you may call me Kate.

I'm afraid I don't have any tea.

It's all right.

I like coffee.

I'm sorry.

Milk?

Sorry.

Water?

Water I can do.

I hope I'm not interrupting you work.

You couldn't.

Because I don't.

Work. I don't work.

I thought perhaps you were a Northie yourself.

I wish I was.

But if she walked or alive, I'm afraid you'd have nothing to fear for me.

So, if it's not work, you must have another reason.

For what?

Visit in England, of course.

After my mother and father died, I was raised by my grandparents and my dad's side.

Grandpa Hamilton made a fortune building coach and eventually took me into business.

Then when he passed on, I inherited everything.

Here, you live like...

A popper?

I was going to say I was close.

So you think I'm doing penance for some awful sin I've committed?

I didn't say that.

Maybe I am.

There were things back home I needed to get away from for a while.

Not a woman.

Not the way you might think, anyway.

Yeah, my maternal grandmother came from these parts.

So it just seemed like a good idea to come and take into family history.

What was the name?

Fountain.

Fountain.

Don't move.

So what about the Royston's?

Local through and through, I guess.

That's right.

But not without your shared tragedy.

Just the story I heard when I was digging to my own family's past.

Except then about a couple murders a while back and how the culprit hanged himself.

He was only one of the culprits.

Sounds like a bad business.

It was.

Such things are best forgotten, Kate.

I'm sure you're right, but you'd have a hard job convincing my father or that.

Sorry I'm late.

On the table in five minutes.

More books.

She'll be wearing her eyeballs out.

Well, it started with a bag of tea and a flask of milk.

Then it was a meat turnover and an apple pie.

Okay, what was the answer? What are you going on about?

Kate, ride.

My god, men are so stupid.

Oh, I will.

Riding the hills gives you an appetite, right enough.

Just be grateful she's not mumbling around the house, day in and day out.

And what about the books?

Books, what books?

Mary Ellen, what the hell are you going on about?

Oh!

Kate, can you give me a hand with this, please?

Sorry Maggie, I can't. I've got a half day off.

Another one.

Didn't you have yesterday afternoon off as well?

It's all right Maggie, I'll help you.

It's one rule for you and one for the rest of us, isn't it?

That's not fair.

Isn't it?

No, it isn't.

After what happened with Harry, I didn't take the day off for weeks.

That's right, she didn't.

So the way I see it, a few extra half days now is just taking what I'm owed.

Flurry, tell mum I'll be back before dark.

It's always the same round here.

Kate, Kate, Kate.

Ben!

I'm not going to do anything.

Dear Kate, I'm so sorry, but call away to Newcastle on business.

Meet me outside Ramshaw's reading rooms at 11 o'clock tomorrow and I'll make it up to you.

Meanwhile, see when you think of Lawrence Stern.

Miss you, Ben.

And I miss you too.

I've racked me brains.

I'm a isn't an eligible man for Miles, who reads more than a newspaper or a cattle pamphlet.

Is it him you're ashamed of?

Or us?

Neither.

Then why the mystery, Kate?

Because after what happened with Harry, I don't want you and Dad getting any daft ideas in your heads.

Not yet anyway.

I'm not going to do anything.

No.

I was beginning to think you were coming.

Kate, they served you right if I hadn't.

You know what said you'd make it up to me.

Well, I thought we'd go for a walk first, then lunch at the hotel.

Is that the best you can do?

For now.

But I'm working on it.

Originally it was my intention to go home in the fall, but...

No, I'm not so sure.

You've never met anyone like you, Kate.

Right from the first meeting of no one.

Our friendship was special.

I'm not sure friendship is the best word to describe how I feel right now.

I know.

I'm not sure.

I'm going to take over once the poor old beggar's had his day.

I'm going to have to learn a mastery of counts.

I'm going to have to take over once the poor old beggar's had his day.

I'm going to have to learn a mastery of counts.

I'm going to have to have a woman and do it for you.

All right.

What?

Good God.

What is it, Dad?

What?

Kate, you wanted in the study.

What?

John.

What's happened?

You just wanted that all.

I was in town and I saw your father.

He was putting his paintings up when I found him.

And he's been back to England twice. He said, well, that's his story anyway.

His wife's still in Paris.

He wants to see you.

I don't know, Dad.

What do you think?

It's not for me to save us.

But whatever you decide, you'll be fine by me.

You still think I've got feelings for him?

Don't you?

After all the years, I'm bearing you five children of your own.

How many times I must set it?

Hundreds.

Thousands.

Roddy was a young girl's fancy house.

Just one of the pains of growing up.

What?

What?

What are we going to do if Ken was to call you with him?

You're coming!

You're coming!

He's here.

I need a soulful grand.

I'm going to be here.

Will you sit down, Roddy?

No thanks. I'm fine.

I'm glad you've done so well.

He must be a wonderful feeling to have achieved all that.

I mean, having you work on shore all over the place.

But Christ's sake.

Roddy, you should know there's not much of me in her.

And she has your height.

But that's all.

Kate!

Florie, away to the kitchen and give Ania hand with the tea.

Mrs. Kate.

Hello, Kate.

Well, don't stand there with your tongue in a knot.

This is your father.

I know that, Dad.

How do you do, Mr. Greenbank?

How?

What?

Let's go and see if the girls have got everything ready.

Your mother was wrong.

You have her eyes.

That's what my dad says.

You want to know why I've taken so long to come and see you?

I'm not sure that I do.

Well, for what it's worth, I was afraid.

Afraid?

To see me?

No.

See your mother.

When we're young, Kate.

We're governed by our passions.

And in the heat of the moment, we sometimes do things we regret for the rest of our lives.

So why now?

Why cause all this upset for everybody?

I'm getting old.

I can't turn the clock back with Mary Ellen.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I can't turn the clock back with Mary Ellen.

But I like to try and put things straight with you before it's too late.

And just how do you think you might do that?

I've got more money than I can spend.

And I live in Paris.

It's a different world to this.

No smelt mills or coal mines.

And to take you to the galleries and theatres.

To dress you in fine clothes and show you off.

It would make me a truly happy man.

And what about your wife?

Do you think having the illegitimate daughter to stay had make her a truly happy woman?

My wife has lost the knack of happiness, Kate.

So what do you say?

Will you take root here?

Or will you come with me and see something of the world?

I'm sorry, Mary Ellen.

But I have to get back to Newcastle.

Kate?

Mr. Greenbank.

I'll be right back.

I'm sorry, Mary Ellen.

But I have to get back to Newcastle.

Kate?

Mr. Greenbank.

Mr. Greenbank.

How?

I'll show you out.

You told me you made a mess of things with Mum.

And he asked me to go to Paris with him.

I thought he would.

Couldn't see the point, mind.

After all, it couldn't be better than Hexham could it?

You and how?

You should be very proud of her.

We are.

Goodbye, Mary Ellen.

Goodbye, Roddy.

Goodbye, Roddy.

Get out, Lou.

When you do that, you can give us a hand with the skimming.

Know how to make cheese, Mum.

I'm sorry.

I didn't need to.

It's all right, lass.

We'll all get a bit scratchy.

And we've got things on our mind.

The night before Harry jilted me, I asked you about your feelings for Dad.

Because I didn't understand.

But you do now.

Is that it?

Yes.

I do.

He must be very special.

This secret friend of yours.

Oh, yes, Mum.

He is.

The Royston sisters at work.

Pure poetry.

You turn it up uninvited.

You're cheap.

So you don't want to go to my uncle's ball next month?

Flory ball?

I thought the Royston's might want to go.

Will your American friend be the hockey?

He's been invited, but whether he goes or not,

perhaps you should ask your big sister that.

This is for Kate.

Kate, why this is she now?

Charles?

Well, I'm not really sure.

Why keep it a secret, Kate? I'm not going to eat him.

Oh, Dad. I told Mum why, and I'm sure she told you.

Is it serious? Because if it is.

How?

That could probably do with a good feed.

Why not ask him for a mute?

Oh, I don't know, Mum. He is not one for company.

Oh, I'd say I'm not good enough for him, eh?

Of course it is.

Well, that's that, then, isn't it?

Get him down for Sunday, T.

I'll give you a man of mystery, the one so over.

All right. I'll ask him.

And I'm not making any promises.

I don't know if I'm going to go and pick an American.

I've got to see her.

Oh, Ben.

I'm so sorry.

What, two weeks and not a word? I was going crazy. I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong.

You hadn't done anything wrong.

It was me.

I got scared.

You're not scared of me.

No, I have my feelings for you.

Ben, there's so many things you don't know about me.

We all have a secret, Kate. This is just the way it is.

What I'm talking about is hardly a secret.

If you mean Harry Baker, I know all about him.

You do?

Charles told me.

I love you.

Well, it doesn't really matter, though. Does it? Not if you're going back to America.

Kate, I bought a house.

Where?

You can't buy it. You can't.

I already have.

The day I was in Newcastle when he called up the cottage.

You don't know what you've done.

This house. The people that lived here, my father.

I know all about what happened between the Royston's and the Bannamans, Kate.

You know, the way this walk came to England in the first place.

And why I had to buy a ruckeland.

My grandmother told me the story about the mill payroll and how Dan Bannamann killed Gabriel Royston and Ann Peter Greenbank.

Did she tell you how Bannamans don't elect my dad to die in the barn?

Yes, she did.

Well, was she a local historian?

No. She was Dan Bannamans' wife.

And her daughter, Martha, was my mother.

Please.

What's the Bannamans, your mother?

Hear me out, Kate.

Why?

Because you only know half the story and it's only right you shouldn't know it all.

Alright, I'm listening.

After they left your dad in the barn, my mother and uncle sailed for America with my grandmother.

My mother and father met on board ship and they were married soon after a dog.

I was born the following year.

I think she must have hated me from the beginning.

My father's business took him all over the country.

He'd be away for weeks, even months at a time.

There were always men around the house.

Lots of them.

And I was always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

My father died when I was twelve.

Soon after, my mother fell downstairs and broke her neck.

When I look back at it, the day she died was the happiest of my life.

Until that day in Hexen when I met you.

I want to bury the past, Kate.

And I want to raise a family here with you.

We can't.

We can't.

We're in the cave.

We're in the heat and we'll do it.

Ben, I love you so much.

I know.

I've got to go.

The way my father still feels.

If you ever found out that you were Martha Bannerman's son,

it'd never rest until you were dead.

Wait.

I can't.

Don't go. Kate!

Don't go, Kate!

Don't go.