All language subtitles for The.Mill.S02E05.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-THR_track3_[eng]

- Oh, that's gorgeous.

(screaming)

- Is it supposed to hurt this much?

It's a boy.
(upbeat music)

- Vernon did not flog
your grandfather to death.

- You weren't there.

- I'll contact Dr. Bremner.

He can get you the documentation.

- Got your eye on anyone?

Who takes home the best
wages at Quarry Bank?

- James Windell.

He's clever, a bit serious, but he's old.

Wouldn't have to wait long for the money.

(giggling)

- I'll never raise my hand
to you again, I promise.

- In difficult and trying times,

we need to remember that salvation

is to be found in honest labor.

Hard work is good for the soul.

Hard work brings us closer to God.

We are reminded in Colossians,

"Servants, obey your earthly
masters in everything.

"And do it not only
when their eye is on you

"and to curry their favor,

"but with sincerity of heart
and reverence for the Lord."

Before our final hymn,

let us all offer up a
prayer for Hannah Greg.

- Borrowed time now, it's very sad.

- [All] Amen.

♪ Amazing grace, how sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪

- You were very good today.

- So many of us poor
wretches owe our salvation

to the kindness of the Greg family.

- You look very smart, Mr. Windell.

- It's important to make an effort.

- Hey, I've had no money off you lately.

- I haven't had any work lately.

- You know I've had to pawn my shoes?

- How's Miriam?
- Missing her family.

- Well, I'm sure paid employment

is of some small consolation.

- We've tries rallies,
we've tried petitions.

They just ignore us,
it's time to take action,

to make them listen.
- I can't even get

my missus to do as she's told.

- Our only power is our labor.

All we have to do is withdraw it.

- Yeah, and those troops
will draw their guns.

- It was only a handful.
- He wants

to take on the Army now?
- Greg probably

arranged for them to pass
through to intimidate us.

- It worked, Matthew, are you in or out?

- Stop your gawping, you've more chance

of tupping the Queen!
- She only goes

for German sausage.
- I tried to look my best

but he didn't even notice me.

A ribbon in your hair,
how could he resist?

- What else am I supposed to do?

- Be patient, you have to chase
a man till he catches you.

- You live in the same house,
let him see your diddies!

(laughing)

- You aught to get that seen to.

- It'll go away.

- [Man] The time for talking,
for asking politely, is over.

Now it's time for the Sacred Month.

- What's the Sacred Month?
- This is

the worst possible time for a strike.

- We can't afford it, they're already

cutting rates again at other mills.

- And we'll be next, the masters think

we're powerless to stop it.

But if every single working
man, woman and child

in the land walks out one day

walks out and refuses to return to work

until we've won the Charter,

then we'll see who's powerless.

- They won't know what's hit 'em.

- Forget it, Dan, you're
flogging a dead horse.

- The unemployed, they'd
jump at the chance

to take our positions.
- He's got a point.

- You're taking us out
on strike for a month?

- This is a union meeting, it's men only!

- Who let you in and if
think you're dragging me

out for a month you got
a maggot in your head.

- It won't last that long.

If every worker in Britain
comes out, we'll win in a week.

- Yeah, it's all right for
you to say, money you're on.

How am I meant to feed my baby?

- It's about your baby, Esther!

It's about making a fairer
world for him to grow up in.

- By my calculations,
if we cut 10% on twist,

5% on weft, if we finish
an hour earlier each day,

it's manageable.
- They've decided

on 25% at Stalybridge and Ashton.

You want to give my
competitors an advantage

in the middle of the worst
downturn of a generation?

- You'll be seen as the
better man, by your workforce.

- I'm not seeking election.

I have warehouses full of cloth,

a river that's so low I'm
spending a fortune on coal,

a crippling overdraft.

- So the country's on the
brink, there's talk of a strike.

- It won't happen here, the
troops have been mobilized.

- You can push people too far.

It's a question of degree.

I know it's a difficult time,

what with your mother and --

I'm sorry.
- Her personal accounts

need attending to, will you handle it?

- Of course.
- Good.

- I'm perfectly fine.
- It's best

to be on the safe side.
- She's very attentive.

- She's a fussy little Abigail

but her heart's in the right place.

She nursed her mother in
the workhouse, you know.

I can't help thinking we could
have done more, Samuel and I.

- More?
- To help others.

Those less fortunate.
- If there's a kinder,

more Christian person in this country,

I've yet to meet them.

- Mrs. Greg?
- Peter.

- I'm sorry to intrude,
I heard you're not well.

If there's anything I can do.

- Oh, that's very kind of you, Peter.

- If I may ask, did you ever
hear back from Dr. Bremner?

It's been a couple of months.

- I did (coughs)
(dramatic music)

I did write to Dr. Bremner.

- And?
- And we must be patient

with the new penny postal service.

- God bless you, Mrs. Greg.

(peaceful music)

- You're shoveling it faster
than they can mine it.

If you were on piecework,
you'd be a wealthy man.

- No rain, no water no water, no wheel.

Mill can't run without the engine,

engine can't run without me.

- That's right, we can bring this place

to a stop all on our own.
- So it's true?

You're making everyone
go on strike for a month?

- I can't make them, democracy.

Come to the meeting tomorrow
if you wanna have a say.

- I don't go to alehouses,
I made a promise.

- I've got Miriam's address,
if you wanna write to her.

I know you're missing her.

She's a pretty girl, she
won't be short of attention

over there.
- I hope she finds

the man who's right for her.

- Turn off the engine,
we're finishing early again.

- Maybe Mrs. Greg's popped her clogs?

- Aw, I hope it doesn't mean a day off.

I can't afford it.
- Did you see old man Carson.

He pulls teeth.
- Yeah

he'll want paying though.

- Unfortunately, owing to the downturn

and the iniquitous
effects of the Corn Law,

- Here it comes.
- Everyone, myself included,

is going to have to
accept a wage reduction.

- How much?
- This hasn't been

an easy decision.
- How much?

- 25% beginning next week.

I can't live on whatever that leaves me.

I just can't!
- None of us can!

- It's an outrage!
- This is t'third cut

in four year!
- We are all in this together.

- We're already on short time!

- It wasn't long ago you
were demanding a 10 hour day.

- 10 hour day and a living wage!

Regular hours and an income
you can bring a family up on.

Is that too much to expect?
(crowd grumbling)

- Look, I am trying to
protect your employment!

Economies have to be found or
we will go out of business.

I could shut two of the four mule rooms.

Would you prefer that?
(dramatic music)

- Master's right, we've got no choice.

- Yeah, what else could he do?

- Ignore this lickspittle,
we have to fight this.

We have to fight this!
- Three quarters of wage

is better than nothing, sorry.

(sorrowful music)

- Miss Price, always a pleasure.

- You say the nicest things,
I love that about you.

I was only saying to the
girls just the other day,

"George Windell is one
of the loveliest men

"you're ever likely to meet."

- I can't give you credit.

- Have you got anything for toothache?

- Eh, would you mind taking nine pence

instead of a shilling from next week?

I know he's a guzzle
guts and probably taking

far more than a shilling out, but

- We can manage.
- It won't

come to that, though, will it?

People are going to strike.

- Oh, didn't see your lips move then.

- Just because I don't work in the mill

doesn't mean I haven't got an opinion.

I'm not saying no.

Let's see what happens.

(baby fussing)

You're the one who wants
us to fight the cuts.

Or doesn't that apply to your wife?

- I'll need her on side
to get the girls out.

- She's more likely to be on side

if she can't rely on me
to make up the shortfall.

- The wage cuts make no difference to me.

I don't get paid.

- Aw, no-one's gonna strike,
it's just men jabbering.

(dramatic music)

(spiting)

- What happened?
(dramatic music)

Get Daniel Bate.
(dramatic music)

- "Blessed are the shoemakers,

"for they shall be called
the children of God."

Mind you I might be wrong about that.

It's a long time since
I've been in Sunday school.

It's a long time since I've
made any shoes, come to that.

You're quiet, cat got your tongue?

- I'm going out, I won't be long.

- It just needed greasing.

- Howlett, Birley Mill's
been attacked three times.

The Home Secretary's sending
up more troops from London,

but most of them are just boys.

I wouldn't trust them with a catapult.

What's the mood here, Howlett?

- They're losing a quarter
of their wages, sir.

Over a day's work a week.

But most of them understand
it's unavoidable.

They'll remain loyal.

- And Bate, is he still agitating?

- What can you expect
from a pig but a grunt?

- I'm planning for the worst.

I'm asking a few good men to
become special constables.

I'd like you to lead them.

- I'll not let you down.

- It's for Mrs. Greg, can I take it up?

- No, let her rest.

She asked me to tell you to make sure

the spare bedrooms were aired
and cleaned for her visitors.

They'll be arriving today.

(dramatic music)

- How do you think they're
coping with the wage cuts?

- Who's that?
- Another Greg,

by the looks of it.

They'll be coming from all over
to say their final goodbyes.

(dramatic music)

- How do you play it, Mr. Windell?

- It's not a musical instrument.

It's a calculating machine.
- Oh, I love numbers.

They're great, so many of them.

- Did you want something?

- Well, Mrs. Greg's not teaching any more

and I'm falling behind.

Could you give me lessons,
I'd be a good pupil.

I'd not waste your time.
- Lucy.

- Is it my imagination or
is that girl sweet on me?

- I, I wish your visit was
in better circumstances.

- Robert and Thomas will be arriving soon.

And Bessie and the children.
- I know.

- We should get some protection.

- We've always looked after our workers.

They know that.
- They're running

amok elsewhere, and this
kind of contagion can travel.

- Oh.
- What's the matter?

- I was hoping for a
visit from Dr. Bremner.

- Is he not coming?
- He's died.

This is from his widow.

- Where'd you get it?
- It doesn't matter,

does it?
- Tell me.

- I pawned my tools.
- Thank you, thank you.

What am I, eh, a bit of muslin?

What you throw me a few bob

and now you want to tup me?

- How much do you normally charge?

(laughing)
(baby cries)

- I hope you got a good price.
- It's just till

trade picks up.
- Is this all?

Those tools were first rate.

You've given some of
it to her, haven't you?

It's bad enough you don't
pay your way any more.

- A Howlett faces up to
his responsibilities.

Ain't that what you're always saying?

- Business is bad, John,
what would you have him do?

- I wouldn't have him piss it away,

that's what she'll be doing.
- They cut her wages.

She's got a child to feed - my child!

- And we got six mouths to feed!

Or didn't you think on them?
- Timothy's of age now.

Why don't you send him off to war?

- John, no, how dare you?

How dare you use Job's death like that?

(dramatic music)

(sobbing)

(crying)
(thudding)

(dramatic music)

(glass shattering)
(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

- I have some papers
for Mrs. Greg to sign.

- She's in the drawing room.

- Mrs. Greg, Mrs. Greg.
(dramatic music)

- We've sent for the doctor,

and Master William and his brother.

- Peter was right.

- About what?
- I need to see him.

- I need to see Peter.

- I'll fetch him right away, ma'am.

(children laughing)

- Short hours has its advantages.

- When they grow up,
their opinions will count.

And their children will
have time to play and learn.

They'll grow up well-fed
and healthy and warm.

- Yes, we'll make sure of it.

- When I was that age, I used to sleep

under my dad's big coat.

In the morning, he'd sneak in

and try and take it without waking us.

But when it was really cold,

permanent ice on the
windows he'd leave it.

Went to work in his shirt.

(lips smacking)

- Help, he's choking, he's choking!

Help me, please, please help me.

- Give him here, he'll be fine.

Give him here, give him here.

Don't worry.
(thudding)

Come on, Billy.
(thudding)

(thudding)
(baby crying)

- What brought it on?
(baby crying)

- He's fine.
(sobbing)

- I had to give him
tea, I'm dry as a bone.

Is there something wrong with it?

- Iron filings!
- I'm really sorry!

- My baby could have died!
- Keep her away from me!

- You've only yourself to blame!

- I'm doing as much as I can!

I gave her a shilling for those old shoes.

I shelled out for cobbler's
tools I'll never sell!

Wage cuts and shorter hours
means my sales are down.

And I lost nearly half
my 'prentice house salary

when the boys left.

- There's gonna be a
strike to stop all this.

People will depend on you for credit.

- My hands are tied.
- Yeah,

then untie them, George, I nearly lost him

for the sake of a few pennies.

- That's why we have to fight back.

But punching shopkeepers
won't make a difference.

We have to strike at the men in power.

All of us, not just cotton workers.

All trades, every mill, factory

and coalfield in the country.

Not just for our children
but for our grandchildren.

- A big change is coming, Esther.

- Come to the Horseshoe later.

We're gonna vote to join the strike.

- Well, I won't keep quiet.

- He doesn't want you to.

(dramatic music)

- Mrs. Greg wants to see me.

- She's taken a turn for the worse.

- Where is she?
- What's going on?

- It's all right, Mr.
Greg, I'll deal with this.

- Who's that, what's his name?

- Mrs. Greg's son, John.
- Is Mrs. Greg upstairs?

- She can't be disturbed.

I'm sorry for wasting your time.

(dramatic music)

- What in God's name are you doing?

- Is she dead, is she?
- She's been sedated.

- I need to speak to her.
- Out of the question.

- Mrs. Greg, it's Peter.
- Get out!

- Let's go downstairs,
we've something to discuss.

Mrs. Greg has told me everything.

You know Mrs. Greg cares about you deeply?

She's asked me to tell you something.

She wants you to know
that you're mistaken.

Your grandfather died of natural causes

brought on by his drinking.

- Where is proof, she promised me proof!

- Just take her word for it.
- Let me speak to her, then.

- I'm sorry, that's really not possible.

- Why would she summon me here now,

to be told something I already heard?

- Mrs. Greg's dying wish is
for you to find some peace.

- Peace, on the day my grandfather died,

20 slaves marched off the plantation.

They walked 10 miles and demanded

to see the Governor of Dominica.

They refused to go back to work

until their massa had been arrested.

Why would they do this, why
would they risk their lives

because an old man died naturally?

- Peter, put the past behind
you and you can have a future.

Mrs. Greg has given you
a new life, embrace it.

- My new life is worth
nothing without the truth.

(yelling)
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

- You scared the life out of me.

- I'm sorry, shall we get started?

Where's Master James?
- Otherwise engaged.

Is that for me, I hope
you didn't steal it.

You could get into a lot of trouble.

Don't worry, I'll dispose of the evidence.

Right, it's very simple.

- Hey, are you doing anything right now?

I just wanted to say sorry.

- What for?
- How I've been treating you.

(lips smacking)
(baby gurgles)

- I'm off to the pub.

Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait.

- Colliers are out in Staffordshire.

Every mill in Stalybridge has stopped.

1,500 people marched from there

to Hyde and turned out
every mill on the way.

- 1500?
- That sounds

like cock and bull to me.
- Again.

- It's true, no-one's coming back

until the People's Charter
becomes the law of the land.

- Bollocks to the People's Charter.

It's about wages.
- It's about power!

Because we have no voice,
the masters cut our wages,

make us work when they want,

for as long as they want,
at the rate they want.

And they dismiss us when it suits them.

"Free labor", they call it.

We'd be better off as slaves.

If we were their property,
they'd look after us, free labor.

If you can't earn enough to feed yourself,

and your children it's your problem.

Tomorrow, we seize power.

Tomorrow, when the turnouts
arrive at the gate,

we walk out and we don't come
back until our voice is heard.

♪ Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪

- Peter, we're having a meeting!

♪ I once was lost but now am found ♪

- Shut up.
♪ Was blind but now I see ♪

- Peter, enough.

- What is it, white man, what ails you?

- Let go of me, let go.

Peter, you're drunk, go home.

- Is this about Miriam?

- One day my grandfather
was too ill to work

and he was flogged to death.

My father raised his voice
and they cut off his head.

They stuck it on a pike
in the market square.

They dragged his body
back to the plantation.

Hung in chains.

My mother had to walk past him
to get to work the next day.

What are your stories in comparison?

- We're not comparing, we can't compare.

But it's still us against them.

Masters riding roughshod,

thinking they can get away with it.

- They keep getting away with
it 'cause they got the power.

I was wrong, we do need

this charter.
- Peter, join us.

- I fight no battles but my own.

- The masters think they
can do what they like,

not after tomorrow.

- Night, then.
- Where are you going?

Told you it'd be worth the wait.

- I thought you were just saying that

to get what you wanted.
- You are what I want.

Come here.

(giggling)
Oh!

- When the turnouts arrive,

I'll pull the plug and stop the engines.

- Do you think everyone will walk out?

- They said so, but it's
easy to get fired up

with a belly full of ale.

- At least Esther's on side now.

- They're scared, I'm scared.

I'm leading everyone out
into battle tomorrow and,

- Hey, you've picked a fine
time to be doubting yourself.

- I just wish I knew if
it would all be worth it.

I'm hardly ever here, and when I am,

my head's someplace else.

Do you ever wish I
hadn't stopped that cart?

- Your whole life's been
building up to this.

You want to change the world.

It's what drives you.

It's what I love about you.

(tender music)

(lips smacking)

- She's a bright lass, keen.

And she does have a certain aptitude.

- Do you have to eat that now, George?

- Can I seek your counsel?

I know there are strict rules

about relations with apprentices.

- A man must practice self-restraint.

In all things - personal and professional.

- You're a cold fish, James.

Have you never let your feelings

get the better of you over a woman?

- Once.
- When?

- Before you were born,
I was weak back then.

- What happened, who was she?
- Go to sleep, George.

- You see that plug, without
that, the engine can't run.

The strikers have been taking
them when they walk out.

If the turnouts arrive, drop everything.

Do not let Daniel Bate get to that plug.

- Leave Bate to me.

- Why are you here?
- The strike's futile.

I can easily get labor elsewhere.

- Not if everyone's out.

- Then they'll be facing the workhouse.

- Is that what you want?
- What I want,

What we all want is a say in Parliament.

- And what's that got to do with me?

Cause I don't have the
power to grant you that.

- This isn't just about you.

It's happening all over the country.

- Howlett.

- You can't stop this, Howlett.

A clod-hopper like you should know

which way the wind's blowing.

- This isn't about Parliament.

It's about you bringing
up another man's child.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, do you really think they'll come?

- Oh, there'll be hundreds.

Yeah, they're marching from Stalybridge

to Oldham, Rochdale, more
marching to Stockport.

They're bringing out all
the mills and factories.

It's spreading like wildfire.

- Hundreds?
- Thousands.

If you can't get your chimney swept

in the next few days, I'd
think about blocking it up!

- Anyone steps foot
outside this room today

will have me to answer to!

(dramatic music)

- Nobody said anything about weapons.

- A mob's only as strong
as its weakest link.

Take down the first few,

and the other cowards
will back off soon enough.

- There'll be an extra couple of shillings

at the end of the week.

They don't fill me with
a lot of confidence.

- They'll stand their
ground, I'll see to that.

- If I had ten more like you John.

Windell, my brother John
has returned to Lancaster

to attend to his own mill.

The minute we get the word
that the rabble are here,

I want you at the house
to protect my family.

- I'm a book-keeper.

- The mill on Oxford Road's been gutted.

People have been shot dead in Preston.

We're practically at war, man.

Follow me.
(dramatic music)

- Does Miriam know what
happened to your family?

- My tongue was mastered
by drink last night.

- A suffering man seeks solace
in a jug once in a while.

You can't be blamed for that.

What about the Gregs, do they know?

- [Boon] I won't be taking any prisoners.

- Look, over there!

- [Crowd] Equal rights and equal pay!

Equal rights and equal pay!

- They're here, Mr. Greg, they've arrived!

(dramatic music)

- [Crowd] Equal rights and equal pay!

Equal rights and equal pay!

Equal rights and equal pay!

Equal rights and equal pay!

Come and join us, come
and join us, brother.

Come and join us.

- You said there'd be hundreds.

- Back to work, girls!
- Please come and join us.

Come and join us, come
and join us, brother.

Please come and join us.

Equal rights and equal pay.

That's all we want.

Please come and join us.

- Which way's the wind blowing now, huh?

- I don't want to fight you.

(thudding)
(groaning)

I'm fighting for you, we're not enemies.

We're working men trying
to look after our families.

(thudding)
(groaning)

(thudding)

(thudding)
(groaning)

- 20 lazy bastards walk off the job

and march down the road and you think

that's gonna change anything?

It's over, you've lost.

No!
(Steam hissing)

(thudding)

(dramatic music)

- Look lively, there'll be
no-one turning out here today.

My machines don't stop
unless I say they stop!

- Everyone out, come on, let's go!

- Return to your machine,
return to your machines!

- Ignore him!
- I won't forget this, Price.

- Neither will I.
- Come on.

- How are we gonna get out?

- This is absurd, a mob
of giddy little children

being whipped up into a frenzy!

There'll be consequences!

- Get back to work, get back to work now!

- Make your mind up
once and for all, Boon.

Which side are you on?
- Nobody will be paid

for today!
- Come on!

(shouting)

No, you'll be all tippling in pothouses

before the day's out!

Jack, Timothy!

(laughter and cheering)

(uplifting music)

(cheering and applause)

- Today is a great day.

But there's to be no
violence, no law-breaking,

and stay out of the pub!

(laughter)

Let's show them we're serious.

- He's a hero!
(uplifting music)

- You don't need good peepers
to see what's going on here.

The world's turned upside down.

- What happened?
- Come on, let's get inside.

(laughter)

- No, stop it, that's a crime!

I'm writing your name down.

I'll write your names down!

Hey, that's -- no, no.

Stop it!
- Eh, they're mine!

They're mine.

- Put it back, don't give them any excuse

for another Peterloo, stop.

This is what they want put it back.

- I want to see my sister.
- Let's go to the workhouse!

(cheering)

- Now would be the worst possible time

to inflame Peter.

Troops and special constables

are all that stand between
civilized society and mob rule.

- I need to tell him the truth.

- Is that wise, what happened over there,

it must have been a truly terrible thing,

but the island was in the middle

of a violent Negro rebellion

and covering it up may
have been most sensible

course of action.
- No.

I need to make it right.

The man responsible left the island.

He returned to England
and he came to work here.

- How do you know this?
- Go to the office

Mr. Windell, search the
contracts of employment for 1814

and see if you can find any
trace of a man called Vernon.

- I'm under strict instructions
to remain at the house.

- I can't go to my grave
with this on my conscience.

(tender music)

(intense music)

- [Crowd] Let 'em out, let 'em out!

Being poor's not a crime!

(intense music)

(crowd yelling)

Come on, lads, come on!

- Molly, Molly!
- Mary-Ann?

- Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

Eh Eh, you're free.

Tommy, we're all free and
there's nothing they can do.

(crowd cheering)

- If he wants a war, he's got one.

- Let us pass or we break through.

- Never!
- Your choice!

(crowd yelling)

- All I ask is that you leave the man

who worries more time about
every pauper in the country

than he does about his own family.

- No, no, stop, don't
give them the excuse!

(intense music)