All language subtitles for The Onedin Line S07e06 Running Free

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good threat?

Fair as might be. Only a cabin board for
crew.

A steam tub of yours.

Back at work yet?

Subject to sea trials and survey
clearance.

Alongside number four.

Not before time.

Well, got a cargo yet?

Got a promise of cotton goods to
Jamaica.

Promise? Promises won't pay for a new
boiler.

All paid for, James.

Five hundred pounds.

Eight hundred, including the refit. And
more to follow.

Enough to buy back your half -debt.

Why? Robbed a bank, have you?

Request from a beloved aunt.

Oh, I see.

So, the Burgess family are not all
wasteful.

Well, mister, happen I don't want to
tell.

Why do you think I bought that half
-share of your charity?

I've carried you six months, partner.

What yield have I seen so far?

How about a year's contract to ferry 500
tons of China Claremont?

Who with?

Imperial staffs.

Got a big party?

All set up with the agent. He's in the
pub round the corner.

Cost me a fortune getting him sweet for
you.

My money, not yours.

All right.

The master docked this morning, so we
should be back directly. Ma 'am, what if

the carriage is waiting, Mrs. Gibson?

Fine home come in for the master.

Well, is it a contract or is it not?

Subject only to approving, Ron, yes.

China clay is very... Don't tell me
about China clay.

You shall have it dry and clean and fast
now. What else? Nevertheless, the new

owners of the pottery insist on
approving, Ron. Somebody else after it,

it? I was told to get two tenders for
the contract.

Who is it, eh?

Oh, no proving run unless I know who I'm
running against.

Captain Nicholas Thomas.

Oh, that's old rogue.

So, what have we got available, then,
eh? How about the one you're just

unloading? She's already spoken for them
all through.

How about the Angela? Clear at number
15, Worf. Right, you tell your people,

Angela under Captain Watson, ready to
load in three days' time, 250 tons.

Sure, you want to use this.

I've finished with it anyway.

Come on, I'll take that, Mrs. Gibson.
Thank you.

What's this?

Oh, Elizabeth.

Trouble. Mrs. Gibson, take this lot and
burn it, will you? Adam.

I found it.

Just look at her. From her teeth, I'd
say she's all of 12 months.

Madam, this is Lizzie.

Her man went off for her fortune in
London, and I cannot manage no more.

help.

Obliging Betsy.

Betsy? One of my factory girls, it was.

And now, indulging in a more profitable
trade.

Well,

what will you do?

I don't know.

How about your orphanage? St. George's.

Oh, well, that depends on the director,
I'm afraid.

Mr. Simmons.

No, Mr. Simmons has now handed over to a
Mr. Archibald Jones.

I see that you meet him at the ball.

What ball?

Oh, at my house this Saturday.

I've no idea. No.

No more of that until this morning.

It's the Chamber of Commerce annual
ball. Samuel's on the committee.

That fire in the Corn Hall last weekend.

Sarah's house would have suited, but of
course she's still away in Bath.

And so?

And so, please, dear, sweet Aunt
Elizabeth, come to the rescue. Can we

house? Oh, that was exceedingly handsome
of you, Elizabeth.

Well, it's there. Fully big enough.

Haven't had the carpets up, though,
since Daniel.

Anyway, we...

We expect a substantial return in
goodwill from our illustrious merchants.

Will James be here? He always looks so
well in a tail suit.

China clay, is it? Where do I leave?

On Sunday, Watson.

Worse luck, Watson, you're mad. A clay
contract like that will keep me angling

in works we start for a buck. I could,
sir.

That lazy swab will pelt it up for sure.
I keep telling you to get shot at.

Which is why I'm going along with him.

Why not save yourself the trouble?

Because I've got another job for you
elsewhere.

On land.

Damn it, I've only just got myself back
to sea.

What's wrong with them?

Well, no sign of Mrs. O 'Neill on the
quay.

Right.

I want you to see Captain Watson.

Tell him to get the Angela in minimum
balance.

Clean stones now. Tell him if he starts
now, he'll catch the morning tidings.

Tell him I want that hole clean enough
to eat his breakfast off. Right.

So what is this job on land? I don't
want to get stuck in that office again.

no, no, no.

I want you to go to Barrow and Thurston.

See the boiler people that fitted out
Seth Steen. Find out where 500 pounds

from. You know, signatures, bankers,
jacks, whatever.

Here. You don't think he's filtering it
from the old... I don't know what I

think, Boyle.

I don't trust a man of his rig.

Especially when they come up with hefty
bequests from some beloved artist.

Sarah? The mystery lady.

The great bath mystery. Back in just
over a week, she told me.

That's right.

Take the water, see the caves, spend a
day with her cousins.

She expects to be back here by Thursday
night. Oh, good.

Well, as you know, she was going to move
some of her things into my house.

Ah.

Yes. I wondered why you'd want a doctor
to meet me. There's no reason.

Hello, Elizabeth. How are you?

Very well.

Thank you, James. Did you have a good
drink?

I picked myself up a fruit contract. Oh,
more profitable than guns, I hope.

Here, enough of that now.

Thank you, Mrs Gibson.

Hello, what's this?

Our Annie.

Hey, look, she's losing weight.

That's not... She's the reason I didn't
meet you.

Clearly.

Lass has left factory to go whoring.
James!

What? Listen, our Annie uses that cot
when she's here.

The bedding can be washed.

I'm the only girl here. You don't know
what's going on. That is going to try

fix the child at St George's, James. Oh,
fine.

Here, why not take her with you now? No,
no. We're expecting Mr. Kemp's on the

director of the orphanage, not the
governor.

Remember, sir? Yes, I will.

James, too.

Easy now, James.

Eh?

Lou, what's it about Saturday?

David, I've got this book.

Huh?

Now to do with Elizabeth.

To be held at her house.

With a finger for Samuel.

Oh, I suppose she wants us there, then.

It's a long time since we danced
together, James.

I wonder the way Trey's been looking
recently.

Well, that's very bad. We shouldn't
enjoy ourselves once in a while, surely?

Twenty -five, thirty ships laid idle in
mercy for lack of cargoes. For none of

yours? No, not going to be neither.

I'm not going to miss a contract for the
sake of Chamber of Commerce, Paul.

Contract? Aye. James, you're not off
again.

Aye, tomorrow.

Well, I shall be back within the week.

Look, I'm chasing this clay contract for
imperial staffs.

Last month's fruit, now clay.

And out, as soon as maybe.

She's not the only one, you know.

What does that mean?

Scores of waifs around Sailor Town.

Ragged, half -starved, ganged up like...
J -Doc?

Homeless? How do you know so much about
her? It's true.

True for anyone with eyes to see.

You've not been down there on your own,
have you?

Well, that's people at your precious
bore. I'm asking you.

Look, all I know is that she's out by
the time I get back.

Else I'll put her out myself.

Charity, sir. Charity for Lawrence of
Caesars.

Claret, Captain's moment?

Just tell me what's up, man.

I'll ballast things to see to if I'm to
catch that time. Aye.

Someone else to see to before you tell.

What's that then?

Here.

Others after that contract besides you.

What?

Look, I'm not paying you a cut to have
some damn steam owner muscle in me.

Not steam.

Well, who is it then?

Who's the opposition?

Oh, need him.

Send in Will Baines, is he?

Worst luck, Watson.

In the Angela.

Right now, ballasting at number 15.

Just in case you should want a quiet
word.

Ports are no good, Watson.

Places where ships rot and men go to the
devil. Let's check the hold.

Let's check.

With Nick Summers chasing this contract,
we'll reach everything.

What for?

Oh, water seepage, faulty gear, anything
that might slow us up.

Summers was a check count.

No more queen.

Right.

Spread these ballast stones more evenly.

Rosen, I'm down here. Highly.

Hit heavy weather and they'll shift all
over the place.

Got you, old Nick.

Sadler.

Sabotage, that's what.

Huh?

Set all ready to spill the moment we put
this ship on a starboard tack. Mr. O

'Neill. Yeah, it's all over this old.

Kiss that clay contract goodbye.

I was down here this morning, Mr. O
'Neill.

Damn it, I checked.

And so did friend Summers check after
you.

Leaving? Now, while he's off to
Cornwall. But... Your father was

about the 800 for the refit.

Just lots in cash, like you said.

So why can't you simply buy back his
half share in cash and then run coastal

freight out of Liverpool?

Because your father won't sell back.

The best I can manage is to leave him
his half with his solicitors and then

trade around the Met for a while until
he cools off. The Mediterranean?

You're running away.

Only to dodge my ex -partner for a
while.

And what about your new partner?

It's all signed, registered, a legal
agreement.

And worth what once you're off to the
sunny Mediterranean?

Charlotte. No!

The birth of our trading enterprise.

Your idea.

I... I don't want you going away.

We'll get precious little trading by
staying at home, lass.

Well, two points, Porter.

Bring us up to Comer Island.

Inside still.

Between it and Wotak Point.

That's about three miles sea -quake.

And rip a bottom out.

There's my bottom to rip out if I don't
wish to. Here.

Better than the Chamber of Commerce,
Paul.

Ah.

Carriage Alice?

Sir, I should take a sherry first, thank
you.

You'll be wise to stick to punch
tonight.

Miss Aunt Elizabeth Champagne?

These aren't frivolous folks, Charlotte.
I thank you to remember that and behave

with a little... As the wife of the
future Lord Mayor of Liverpool?

Charlotte, I know you've no mind for
these matters.

But the plain fact is I'm a shade
overextended just now.

So tonight I intend to tap a few
shoulders and drop a few reminders. And

won't help to have a tipsy wife.

Please.

Carriage, sir.

We're just coming, Alice.

As it happens, I too have some business
riding on with me. Come along, lass.

I'm moving into steam.

What?

Where is he?

I should think.

Rounding the Lizard, just about now. Oh,
really?

But it came for one step from the
worker. Oh, I'm salivating off. He

still a young man.

They all do.

Ah, there's Samuel now.

The wretched fellow commandeers my
establishment and then fails to appear.

What about Director Jonas?

If you're free for this waltz, Mrs. O
'Neill, then... Thank you, Mr. Dumbarty.

No? I'm sorry.

I got paid for my bride, dear. No, but
you're hopeless, Mrs. Merrill. Oh, but

run, then.

Yes, of course.

Let's go.

Charlotte. Ah, darling, Samuel.

Hmm. How considerate of you.

Oh, very well. Come on, then.

Ah, there's the Viscount now. Come
along.

Your Lordship. Good evening.

The Earl of Marston? Ah, my father sends
his apologies and his deputies.

I'm afraid his health fluctuates in
direct proportion with his social

commitments.

Might I be privileged to meet our
hostess?

Why, yes, yes, of course.

Lady Fogarty, yes? Yes.

My paternal aunt, as it happens.

Oh, really?

Yes. Sir.

Master Elizabeth, our deputy patron's
like us.

Oh, how careful.

Touché, Lady Fogarty. Why, the mud
-flinging bog -trotter. Had I realised,

would have had the whole bowl over you.

A reasonable quid pro quo.

Just don't expect a tail suit from Lee.
Ah, the coat was accepted?

It restored my wardrobe, if not my
dignity.

Would you be so good as to show our
deputy patron to the cloakroom? Lady.

I am bound to admit it, Lady Poverty.
Yes?

Always admire a woman who can throw a
good pun.

You do realise he's heir to one of the
richest coal empires in the whole of...

Yes, your mother did tell me, Samuel,
and long overdue for his baptism.

Do you mean you spoke that on purpose?

Don't you think you ought to go and
dance with Charlotte? You know how

head she has for wine.

Thank you, Mr. Dunwoody. I had no idea
that dancing was one of your

accomplishments. Ah, but with such a
partner, who would not appear

Mrs. O 'Neill?

Thank you.

Are you very chance -free for the next
dance? Oh, I'm so out of breath.

From what Lady Fogarty tells me, I think
you'd find Mr.

Jonas a most interesting partner.

May I introduce Mr. Archibald Jonas,
director of St. George's Orphanage, Mrs.

'Neill.

My dear lady.

Thank you, Mr. Dunwoody.

Dance, he said. Oh,

and that's for introducing me. Of
course, I'm only your wife.

Quite frankly, the state you're in, I
don't think you're fit to be here.

Is this supposed to be a ball or a wake?
You can suck and threaten your spoiled

life away all you want at home, but I'll
not have you humiliating me in public,

understood?

If that's what you think, then you leave
me no choice.

Good night.

Ciao.

There, sir. There you park for a coal
merchant.

And you.

For the daughter of a ship's charter.

May the patron of the ball claim his
privilege with the host

Could you help me find Mr. Samuel,
please? Oh, don't look at that. Hold on

moment, will you?

Let's

mark

you acceptance of the child.

Would be subject to the usual,
especially.

I see.

Now, might I suggest a call at your
house?

Tomorrow? Yes, Sunday.

Might we say Monday p .m.? Indeed.

Now then, hence to the child's
antecedents.

Its origins.

Where, you see? Where did it come from?

Why, Captain Bain. I beg your pardon,
Mrs. O 'Regan. Excuse me, sir. It's an

urgent matter, ma 'am. Urgent
competition.

Mr. Jonas?

To... To the Mediterranean!

Aye.

To the Mediterranean.

And all who sail her.

What do you know of me?

You seek out my parental origins. You
seek out my livery maker.

What else pray?

I had no need to seek fire to assure
you.

Not with your name so constantly on the
lips of Liverpool society.

A gossipmonger to boot, eh? Not quite a
gossipmonger. A pursuit of the idle and

vulgar, sir.

Or so of the curious.

Really? Curious perhaps about my
husband?

Mr Gladstone and his cronies interest me
far less, Lady Fogarty, than the

refinements of Steve.

The finance.

You are, so the gossip has it, the
driving force behind the phrase the

and I.

At risk of appearing mercenary, as well
as an idle bog -trotting gossip -monger,

I must confess to a commercial interest.

Oh, well, I... In short, I should deem
it a considerable privilege to call on

you under less social circumstances and
draw upon your expert knowledge.

Of course. As a coal merchant.

I have frequent use for steam colliers.
Now... Ah, your logic. Beneath it.

Concerning the proposal of the royal
toast.

Aunt Lettie, please.

Something urgent you must hear from
Captain Baines. Now, please excuse me.

course.

Excuse me.

Would you prefer champagne?

Thank you.

It's a very urgent matter concerning
your wife.

Charlotte's recently left. I have a
carriage outside.

Mr. Baines?

Lettie? What is the matter?

Oh, listen, it's Charlotte by the sound
of it.

Thank you.

To business?

To business.

Really business.

She simply invested some money in steam.

I hope so.

Charlotte's probably in bed.

Alice? Yes?

Oh, there you are.

Has madam been in bed?

No, sir.

Oh? But where then?

Took the carriage, sir.

Where to?

Come on, speak up, girl.

Fancy it was to the dock, sir.

Well, Albert, that's the last drop of
porter you'll sell me for a while.

Reckon I won't be back here for quite a
few years.

Charlotte, this is no place for you. I
went to the ship.

At this hour, like this? I had to see
you.

I've decided, Seth.

I'm coming with you.

On the Black Pearl?

And my ship too, isn't she?

I'm sailing with you.

But you can't. There won't be another
chance for me.

I've made up my mind.

Listen, Charlotte, you do this and I'll
not take you back.

I'll not want to go back.

Ever.

But think of your family, your husband.

Husband?

Samuel has never been a real husband to
me.

Here, get this down here.

Tell that cabbie we'll be out directly.

Sir.

What for?

To stop her calls, bring her gas. No.

The tide's barely on the air. The
chances are we'll catch her easy at the

If not, there's always the pilot
cutting. No.

With all due respect, young man, I doubt
you fully understand the outlook here.

Oh, fully and more, damn it.

They've eloped.

So, let's go after them. Oh, good
riddance.

Now, Mr. Samuel, don't you think... Oh,
let them go.

The devil with them.

It was a marriage of convenience, you
know that.

Aye, but your children... Aunt Clara and
Lettie will love and cherish them.

This is a big step you're taking,
Charlotte.

I know.

I mean, I've scant prospects to offer
you. A crump working ship. No cargo

spoken. Never mind that.

It's big to sell if we have to.

Listen, are you quite sure? Yes.

We're two of a kind.

We'll be good for one another.

Take me, Seth.

Please.

Yes.

Yes, by heaven, I will.

Full head of steam and all hatches
buttoned.

Then off with you and find the pilot.

Bye, Air Force Charlotte O 'Neill.

I will take you.

Looks a good place to go.

Now then, swing her out as far as you
can. Ready?

One, two, and pull!

Right then, get back to the ship and
take in the slack.

What's that for?

Precautions. Against what?

She's well walked. We don't need an
anchor out. Oh, don't we? Well, I've got

another one out aft.

I want her doubly secure.

Before he arrives.

But when someone moves here, if we've
laid our anchors far enough, they'll

likely settle on one.

Especially in this corny tide.

You'll punch a damn great hole up
through his hull. Well, that's his

isn't it?

No, you listen to me. He puts tar in my
hole, I'll put an anchor in his.

You can't do that. You're all commonly
concerned for my arrival, aren't you?

I'll not see you spike another man's
ship.

Well, then board him off. Board him off!

But if he can't load from here, where
can he load from? He can load in hell,

far as I'm concerned. Them hawks stay
put.

Well,

well, well.

She's gone, I hear.

Oh, news travels.

Captain Baines has a proper sense of
duty. He informed us last night.

Your Aunt Lettie was all for giving
chase then and there.

She didn't, though, did she?

Captain Baines said you were against it.
For heaven's sake, Samuel, why?

Well, what would you have me do?

Swarm on board, claim her as my
property.

Well, she'd made off with a fair whack
of that, by all accounts.

Three thousand pounds, whatever
possessed you to give her such a son?

Well, that was for... For a lover's
charter, that's what for.

She'll manage.

Well, I didn't know she'll... Burgess.

Coffee, please, darling.

Yes, milady.

The children will, of course, come to
me.

Oh, no.

Well, here is not the place for them,
not now.

It's no different from how it has been.

The amount she cared for them.

Your mother is due to move in with me.
Where else should they be?

Here with their father, that's where.

Samuel, this may be a harsh moment. No,
Robert took my name and he'll stay in

this house. No, Samuel.

Isn't it enough to lose my wife without
having my children go as well?

He's old himself.

And you're to thank for it. Wasn't my
hoop that did the damage?

Won't get himself much of a clay cargo
now, will he?

If you hadn't laid out anchors full
enough, he could have moved properly

alongside. You play dirty, Mr. O 'Neill.

Wet's a lot less dirty than tar, mister.

Granted, it was never the most
successful of marriages.

That much was obvious to all of us.

With respect, aren't you hardly one to
criticise?

I'm not criticising.

Contrary. Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm simply saying we have to review the
situation and be practical.

They stay here and that's final.

This is the meeting with Captain Bain.

Let him in.

Captain Bain said the film may not be
too late. Assuming they head through the

men I... No.

You're just not yourself to think of
here.

Uncle James wants to go chasing after
her, that's his affair. When is he due

back?

Captain? At the earliest Tuesday night.

Given a fair wind, that is.

No way of contacting him before?

I could try a cable to Cornwall.

I reckon he'll be loading by now and
sailing when that's finished. Well, then

the pressure's little to gain by it.

Well, I can't see Mr.

and Eden chasing after young Burgess.

Least of all with a handy clay contract
to win from Imperial staffs.

You deliberately stove me in. Oh, is
that so?

All right.

Accelerate one of them trucks for us.
Train through my hut, please.

Well, then you should have known better
than to anchor off the end of that

wharf. I mean, obviously, any trucks
falling over the end would fall in just

there. I see it would have been lying
right here at your stern if it hadn't

for that god -rotting grapple you
dropped.

Deliberate, damn you!

And Captain Watson witnessed to it.

Oh, that'll write, is it?

Yes. I'll sue you, O 'Neill.

I'll sue you for every caught in the
land.

Malicious damage, loss of cargo and
contact.

Everything else. Aye.

I'll get you suspended from the
Liverpool Exchange and all. Oh, before

that, you should reflect on the past.

What? The little brig, the Esmeralda.
Sanchez stopped Valparaiso while under

your command.

Flat calm at the time. You can't prove
anything on him. I can prove that you

a hell of a lot of cash straightway
afterwards.

Enough to buy yourself your first
schooner.

Was inherited?

Not the way Mr Beale says it.

George Bill?

Your bosom as was, now one of me first
mate, then willing to swear a

Then there was old Atkinson's schooner,
settled on your anchor in Buenos Aires.

Picked up his cargo of hives that time.

Well, next summer's this time you're
spiked at your own game.

Oh, get off my ship, will you?

Take this toad, will you?

Send him to me and your hog piece.

Best place for him under the keel.

I'll have you, old meedy. Oh, any time,
Summers, any time.

I'm obliged, Mr.

Jonas. My husband would not have been
best pleased to have found us still

Well, then let us hope there was no
impediment.

Now then, as to antecedents.

I found them left at my door.

Now, not infrequently, there was a note.

Betty? A former employee.

Now? I'm afraid fallen in circumstances.

The ma 'am of her fortune in London.

Well, there's really only one fortune I
know that would attract a Liverpool

woman down there, I fear, ma 'am.

What of it, Mr. Jones?

Regrettably, at St. George's we have a
definite rule.

Oh?

Excluding such offspring.

Hard on the likes of little Lizzie,
isn't it?

I'm afraid with so many contenders and
so few vacancies.

Case of the sins of the model being
visited on the chart.

Bond to exercise priorities, Bond.

And of course, being a respectable
Christian institution, you would never

compromise your moral standing.

Not for a child born of a sinful union.

Perhaps you missed what our good Lord
had to say about fallen women, Mr.

Please, ma 'am.

Mrs. O 'Neill. Yes.

Exclusion has nothing whatsoever to do
with moral constraints.

Then what?

Fifty children, ma 'am.

Fifty children.

The well -being of fifty children to be
considered.

It's a heavy responsibility.

Are you suggesting that... Contagion.

spreading unseen from child to child.

Do you fancy that I'd risk such a thing?

That child is free of infection.

Free. You can be so sure.

In the opinion of Dr. Porton, one of the
finest, if not the most costly,

practitioner in Liverpool, yes.

Nevertheless, where there is a rule...
Was.

I'm sorry.

Was a rule, Mr. Jonas.

It no longer applies, not to this little
girl, any road.

Not if you want to look for one jot more
patronage from either Lady Fogarty or

Mrs. Sarah O 'Needham.

Dr. Fortin's certificate of health.

Now, I'll thank you to take it. And that
poor child.

And we'll have no more said of rules or
exclusions.

Running free, eh?

Pottery wanted a proving run.

Oh, yes, they're going to get it.

Do you want a cup of tea?

I'd like to take a whiskey, thank you.

It looks to me you'd better do without.

One.

Whiskey won't bring her back.

I told you, I don't want her back.

I saw you did.

Well, nor will it heal the wounds.

What news from the bank? Has she taken
it all?

Aye, near enough.

They're needing shares as well.

Oh, I'll not deny that, Aunt Lettie. I
drove it to her. Oh, I'm talking about

Charlotte. Running off like that,
looking for excitement, a new life.

Happily, he'll give her more than I ever
did.

Oh, now, you listen to me, Samuel.

The only thing that that man loves
Charlotte for is her money.

Aye, maybe.

Oh, as if all this wasn't enough.

Is there something else?

Problems with the bank.

How much?

Four thousand would see me right.

One percent a month, fair?

I want no interest, Daniel. Oh, no,
let's be sensible. Just a promise.

You will honour all the conditions.

Sale of that factory.

Including the 50 hour a week for my
women.

Done?

Done.

It'll all come right.

You'll see.

Oh, there is another favour you could do
for me.

Oh, then I'm listening.

Nanny?

Aunt Elizabeth keeps on at me to let her
and Mother look after the children.

Does she?

And I have to visit a mill in Halifax a
couple of days away.

Come on.

I assume you had them as her.

If you can manage it.

You reckon you'll get them back easier
from me, do you?

I reckon.

Never.

Three out of commission.

And nothing promised for the Queen
Antonia.

Hard times, milady.

Yes, thanks to Mr Gladstone and his
profligate fiscal policies.

As you say.

So, what we need is one or two long
-haul contracts in, say, Cove?

Now, that would help.

Fraser Merch is in line.

One moment, please.

The Viscount Marston, milady.

Good afternoon.

Yes, that would be convenient.

Here at the office?

Yes, of course.

Goodbye.

Coming here?

As I was saying, Dunwoody, one or two
handy contracts in code.

Letty!

I'm home!

Let's see.

Let's see. Let's see.

Not at the moment, thank you. I'm here
to consult, not socialize. And no better

authority could you come to than her
ladyship.

Excuse me.

Here, you can take this wretched toad
with you.

It records a rather dismal turn in our
freight fortunes.

Merely reflecting the general trend in
trade, surely.

With the notable exception of the coal
and steel industries.

Indeed. Courtesy, as ever, of our
friends from across the Atlantic.

Yes, sir. That is where the future lies.

Thank you, Mr. Dunwoody.

Travel to America?

Ten years breaking it in, ma 'am.

Logging, ranching, panning for gold,
engine hunting. So that's where you

your riding manners.

Ma 'am, if I'd afford to splash you like
that in the States, I could have looked

for a bullet right here.

And deservedly. Instead, I got the full
force of your tongue.

Far more devastating.

Just change your way of talking.

I'll tell you all that, sir. Just make
it up with my ship.

Oh, my daughter!

Leave your money, you old, your half
-shell. My money? Money stolen from

Not in legal terms, it would seem.

What are you talking about? Well,
apparently he and Charlotte formed some

of legal partnership.

Partnership? Well, they formed a
registered company as mercantile

Oh, give him mercantile trade.

James, there's something else.

She also took the shares you gave at her
dowry.

Every island, every ship I own.

Every cargo agent in every foreign port.
£50 reward for information leading to

their whereabouts.

Another £50 for helping apprehending
them.

Another £50!

James?

Damn seducer, I'll run him down. Damn
steamship owner.

James, are you all right? Of course I'm
not all right. My ship and my daughter

all in one.

Not to give anybody a touch of fire.

use your colliers to ship my coal, you
buy my steel for the foggity shipyard.

That is what I call a proposition.

I'll get Dunwoody to draw up proposals.

Fine.

Jove, I've kept you late.

In the best of mutual interests.

And all from that chance meeting.

You would have thought it.

By the way, I bought a pottery firm
recently, Imperial Staffs.

Clay contract open for 500 tons a month,
if you're interested.

Most definitely, yes.

I'm seeing the agent tomorrow, a man by
the name of Granger. I'll send him round

with the contract in the morning.

Outfoxed that rogue Summers, got rid of
Watson and had a rare trip home.

So that's it. You got the clay contract.

Aye. Signed with Imperial staff tomorrow
noon.

Good. And you're feeling better.

Here, we'll get you another cup of tea.

Oh, what happened about that child?

The orphanage taker?

Eventually, they were very set against
it.

Well, horse child.

Thought they'd object.

Why should they suffer for how they've
come into the world?

Well, that's the way of it.

I thought I might do something about it.

Now promise you'll hear me out.

Well, I'm listening, aren't I?

Well, since that's all the factory, I've
got a tidy sum of money lying idle.

Aye, and money must be made to work.
Now, you put it into summits. Well,

just what I intend doing.

James, I want to start a home.

What? A home for waifs and strays.

Even for the children of fallen women.

Fallen women?

Sluts and whores, you mean? Here, look,
you start looking after their brats, and

you'll only encourage them. That's
rubbish, James, and well you know it. It

not rubbish, Lettie. There's plenty of
orphanages around. Not enough?

And anyway, this won't be just an
orphanage. It'll be more of a home.

Oh. I hope you're not thick enough to
start one here. Of course not.

Buy a separate house.

Eight or nine bedrooms.

Thought it all out, haven't you?

Aye.

Well, you're always telling me I'm
forever dabbing on about the wrongs in

world. Aye, well, you are. So now I'm
going to do something about it.

Well, don't expect my support or
approval.

Oh, that's a pity, but the fact is I
don't need either.

Oh.

Yeah, getting very single -minded these
days.

By choice.

Anyway, it'll keep me out of your hair.

I'd rather do it with your approval,
James.

Well...

It is your money.

You usually get your way.