All language subtitles for The Onedin Line s01e13 Shadow Of Doubt.eng

Ladies and gentlemen,
pray charge your glasses.

The toast is Master William.

- The latest...
- And not the last, we hope.

The latest addition, friends,
to the famous Frazer family.

Fortunate indeed is such a child,
blessed from birth

by the grace and love
of two such perfect parents.

Hear, hear!

Doubly fortunate, in that he will
undoubtedly inherit from the one

those characteristics of charm and beauty

which have so endeared her to all our hearts.

And from the other,
an endowment of wit, manly strength

and generosity of spirit,

which will so readily distinguish him

from those of more common pottery.

To Master William!

I will not particularise nor condemn

those who through reasons
of greed or avarice

are unable to be present
on this auspicious occasion.

- Father.
- I will simply pass without comment

to the subject of this lavish entertainment.

I give you Master William Frazer!

- Master William.
- 12 months old today.

Long may he rejoice in health,
happiness and prosperity.

Master William!

Me friends,

as I cannot hope to match
Captain Webster's...eloquence,

I'll content meself by thanking you all

on behalf of me wife, meself and me son.

Spoken like a man.

The wine is with you, sir.

Have you any plans for his future?

Indeed, yes. When William attains his majority
he will have quite an inheritance.

I have today banked five pounds in his name.

I shall add an extra five
on each succeeding birthday.

- Well!
- What a splendid idea, Robert.

We must follow suit with little Samuel.

Aye, we'll set him up
as a limited company, eh?

And perhaps persuade James
to invest in him too.

Now, Mr Baines...
what do you think of that, eh?

Emigrants.

As many as we can catch.
Five pounds a head.

It's a deal of money for 'em to scrape together.

The law doesn't allow them
passage feeding themselves

so they must pay to eat our vittles.

Quebec. I know that place well.
It's full of frog-eaters.

Well, show that
for as many to see as possible.

We sail Wednesday, first tide,
come foul weather or fair.

We're on time charter.
Time costs money.

Well, get along with you.

Is there not something
that you've overlooked, sir?

I feel wretched.
James has charge of our present.

- He chose it himself.
- Don't worry.

�5 from Uncle Richard.
Two pages of advice on how to invest it.

I know - you shall have a new dress.

No, Albert, it's for William.
He'll be such a rich little man.

I like the cut of his jib, every inch a Frazer.

- Every inch!
- With his mother's eyes.

No, he's the spitting image
of his father is little Daniel, eh?

Sorry I'm late, er...

I had some pressing business.

There you are.

There we are, little one. Sleep well.

Are you not going to say
good night, Albert?

Later, perhaps.
After our guests have left.

A grandson.

It is my dearest wish that one day

Anne will present me
with the gift of a grandson.

I had a son once. Poor, weakly thing.

Died before Anne was born.

They were hard days. Hard days.

Perhaps it was better that he did.

- What?
- Die.

Albert, that's a cruel thing to say!

We must ask Captain Webster's view.

No man of conscience could wish ill
to his own flesh and blood.

No man of conscience
could wish ill to any child.

And when the child becomes a man?

He will return the love
that he's been given.

You have your answer, sir.

Arguing with a woman
is like being lost in shoal water.

Whichever way you turn, there's trouble.

That would be time to abandon ship.

Strike your colours
and admit defeat, sir?

If your adversary were sailing
under false colours...

No quarter, sir. No quarter.

Great big...blabbermouth.

James, you go too far.
It were a simple slip of the tongue.

Aye, one that's liable
to cost us very dear.

If Albert's anything like his father,
he's not likely to be a forgiving man.

Why should he suspect?

An unguarded word,
magnified out of all proportion.

The situation's impossible.
Albert was bound to find out.

The question is...
what action will he take, eh?

Get out the way!

- Morning, sir.
- You're late.

Barely a minute, sir.

You will have noticed the increase
in Canadian timber prices.

I've also noticed that you've negotiated
higher freight rates, Captain Fogarty.

I anticipated a consequent rise
in insurance rates.

Sharp head on young shoulders, eh?

- Sharp enough for James Onedin?
- I've not matched him as yet.

- You did once, in fair fight.
- Long time ago and best forgotten.

I doubt James Onedin
would forget so easily.

I care little for James Onedin's opinions
on any matter.

Not even on a subject
which touches you closely?

- I don't follow you, sir.
- Oh, come on.

You were affianced to that
dollymop Elizabeth Onedin.

As long as you traduce
a lady I hold in esteem,

I cannot remain in your presence.

- Nor in my employ?
- Nor your employ.

Here, Dawson, take these back.

You're a stiff-necked rascal,
aren't you?

Understand me, Captain Fogarty.

I care not for your attachments
and endearments

but I do concern myself
for the good name of this firm.

I cannot see how affections
I had for Miss Elizabeth

- have to do with this firm.
- She's now Mrs Albert Frazer.

- Now do you begin to understand?
- No.

Well, I'll try another tack.

What is your attitude
towards Albert Frazer?

- I envy him his good fortune.
- Nothing else?

- Nothing else.
- Good.

Then there's no chance of any renewal
of this entanglement?

Such a suggestion is unworthy of you.

I hold Mr and Mrs Frazer
in the highest regard.

Good. That's precisely
what I required to know.

I don't understand.

These questions are pertinent
to your future.

You're no doubt aware,
as it's the tittle-tattle of every club,

that marriage caused a breach
between Mr Frazer and his son.

Rightly too, in my view.

- Fool married beneath him.
- Mr Callon, please!

No, hear me out, sir.

One day, there could be a reconciliation
between old Mr Frazer and his son.

Frazer and I are very firm friends,
have been many years,

so when that day comes,

I want to ensure that
not one breath of scandal

will touch either of our houses.

You have my assurance on that score, sir.

Good.

Oh, my niece Emma
was dining with us last night.

She was asking after you.

There's a young girl who'll make
some young man a fine wife.

- Yes, sir.
- And I'm growing old, Daniel.

Too old to crawl through bilges
and sound ships' timbers.

I need a ship's husband.

Someone with sharp wits.
Loyal, trustworthy, honest.

Someone who knows that
his best interests are my best interests.

Somebody who knows men
and can handle ships.

The modern title is
"marine superintendent",

if you'd care for it.

I'm overwhelmed, Mr Callon.

You'll be overwhelmed
with work if you accept.

Now do you understand my questions?

I'm to be stationed ashore?

You'll move in the same circles
as the Frazers.

You must meet them only
on the most formal of occasions.

- That has always been my intention.
- Very well, Captain.

This is your office.
You will assume your duties immediately.

- Er, sir...
- Remember...

one touch of scandal and out you go.

Yes, sir.

I felt early in our marriage that you
were striving to tell me something.

Could it be that you had
pangs of conscience?

The doubt is in your mind, not mine.

Then the onus is upon you
to put my mind at rest.

I've told you,
the child was born prematurely.

- You prevaricate again.
- You are not seeking the truth

but confirmation of your own
unworthy suspicions.

Oh...not unworthy.

Under the circumstances,
the proper adjective to be "justified".

The circumstanecs were that my brother couldn't
hold his wine, stumbled over a name

which resulted in you calling
your wife..."whore"!

The name tripped off me tongue.
"Trollop" would be the closer term.

Being on unfamiliar ground,
I leave the choice of noun to you.

Is the child forever to be known
as the Frazer bastard?

You can decide that with one word.

A whole dictionary of words
wouldn't convince you.

What you need is proof,
and proof you cannot have.

We shall see, madam. We shall see.

If you could cast your mind back
21 months, Mr Baines.

21 months is a tidy slice
out of any man's life, sir.

Perhaps I can refresh your memory.

As I recollect, some of the Onedin casks
were to be stored in me father's yard.

Aye. Callon had been flooding us
with empty casks

so we could neither stow nor work the ship.

- You have a sharp memory.
- That's only natural.

Before I could read,
everything was carried in my head.

- A much to be envied accomplishment.
- Thank you.

Perhaps we can stir it further.

I wager...you cannot remember detail.

Try me out, sir.

I lost me hat that day.
Me head as well, I think.

Your hat? Yeah, there was
something about a hat. Er...

Hold fast, I have it.
Miss Elizabeth came aboard looking for you.

For me?

You left your hat somewhere,
she found it and brought it.

You were ashore with
Captain Onedin discussing casks.

What then?

- I went in search of a cab.
- Leaving her alone?

- Not exactly.
- Oh?

Daniel Fogarty turned up,
so she was in safe hands.

Daniel Fogarty. I see.

They were bespoke at the time, sir.

Of course.

You have a most
remarkable memory, Mr Baines.

Oh, there. Mama's little boy mustn't cry.

- I will have the truth, Anne.
- I understand your concern.

20 months ago James came to blows
with Daniel Fogarty.

Shouldn't you be asking James about that?

I know James too well-
he enforces his will by exploiting weakness,

not by behaving like a prizefighter.

Now, why should he indulge in a public brawl
with a man for whom he had the highest regard

and who, moreover,
was shortly to be his brother-in-law?

It was a personal matter.

A straight question
is deserving a straight answer.

Did Elizabeth take you into her confidence
before we eloped?

- Yes, she did.
- What did she tell you?

It was a confidence,
and a confidence cannot be breached

simply because there's been a passage of time.

Did she ask your advice?

- Yes.
- And?

I advised her to marry Mr Fogarty.

- Why?
- It was a confidence, Albert.

Me apologies to you. Good day.

All right, sir. Come on, now.

Right, there we are.

Right, come on, sonny. There's a good lad.
There we are.

Here we are.

You'll need a doctor's examination
before we sail.

- Doctor?
- Formality.

Just show him your ticket
and stick your tongue out.

You're lucky.
First aboard has first pick of the berths.

- Births?
- When shall we be sailing?

Tomorrow, come hell or high water.

- Anything else you require?
- Food.

I'll send you
some burgoo and molasses.

- Burgoo?
- Porridge to you.

Keep a sharp watch on your dunnage.

Some of these folk
are not as honest as we might wish.

I thought we might hire a trap
and go into the country.

Visit your brother Jeremy, perhaps.

Robert, you are the kindest of men.

Not too much dust,
or we'll have it returned with complaints.

What do they want for the price, best Souchow?

- Ah, Mr Frazer.
- I've caught you at an opportune moment.

We were about to take tea,
if you'd care to step through.

Thank you, no.

I called to thank you for the birthday gift.

- Oh, it was nothing.
- A most convivial evening.

Too convivial for me.
I've a very poor head for wine.

My husband is the best of men.

But I'd not be disloyal if I were to say that,

upon occasion, after a glass of wine, he is
inclined to...talk a little too much, perhaps.

In vino veritas.

You amused me wife and meself
by referring to our child as...Daniel.

A simple slip of the tongue.

Tell him, Robert. Mr Frazer
will be as amused as we were.

We had quite a laugh about it later.

Well, I was just admiring the child,
such a splendid little fellow.

With his mother's eyes.

I noticed the most marked
resemblance with our Samuel.

Indeed?

Yes, and being somewhat...
well, a little befuddled, as it were,

I started to say "Samuel", you see,

but then changed course in midstream and...

Well, it came out as "Wamuel".

Well, when Robert explained the matter
in the coach to us going home,

we simply roared!

Had your husband said "Wamuel"
rather than "Daniel",

I'm sure I would have shared in the humour.

I could've bitten off my tongue.

Did you think I would be offended?

- Well, yes.
- I cannot for the life of me imagine why.

- The coincidence.
- Coincidence?

Daniel, you see -
with Daniel Foga...Fogarty.

Oh, of course.

You must think me uncommonly
stupid not to have related the name

to that of me wife's former suitor.

- I didn't mean that, Albert.
- I've met Mr Fogarty briefly,

so I haven't had the chance
to judge his character.

Mr Fogarty is a most upright
and honourable man.

Aye, he's as honest as the day is long.

Then I must conclude that
Elizabeth has chosen unwisely.

For I'm sure I have
none of those qualities.

Then you do yourself an injustice, Mr Frazer.

My sister-in-law
has a very great affection for you.

A fact which can scarcely have
escaped your attention.

Aye. you see, she chose to ignore our advice.

We urged her to marry Daniel Fogart...

In preference to meself?
That is hardly flattery.

You didn't come here looking for flattery.

You came here to badger us
with impertinent questions.

If you want the answers, I suggest
that you go home and ask them of your wife.

You'll get no more of us.

Good day to you, sir.

Good day, sir. Madam.

- Mr Frazer.

Whoa, mare, whoa.

- Is that Jeremy's cottage?
- Aye. It must be.

It's pretty, isn't it?

Come on, girl.

Who's this coming?

Whoa.

It's Sarah and Robert!

Sarah!

- Kate, it's good to see you.
- Hello, Robert.

He refuses to accompany me to church.

Oh... Well, as yet that's not a crime.

Though some of these hellfire preachers
would have us think so.

Nothing for it -
put on a bold face and come with us.

He's spoken to Baines, Robert and Sarah.
Has he spoken to you?

- Yes, he has.
- You didn't say anything?

Of course not.
You two must work out your own salvation.

What happened to all your furniture?

- We had to sell.
- Why?

Old story. Rent's up, wages down.

- We have a mound of debts.
- No work, no credit.

- What will you do, Jeremy?
- Take to the road, like as not.

Well...we came for a picnic, Sarah,
and a picnic we shall have.

Right here. There.

Where's me spectacles?
They're being kept from me.

Here they are.

Not the only thing
that's being kept from me in this house.

- What does that mean?
- Storm clouds are brewing.

I know the signs.
Everyone in the wind and running for shelter.

It'll be that son-in-law of mine
at the bottom of it.

James is concerned
with business, nothing else.

He has a talent for turning a penny,
I'll give him that.

That talent
has kept us from the poorhouse

and brought you comfort for your old age.

- It was a bargain.
- Which James has kept.

- You've a sovereign or two.
- From you, not from him.

He wouldn't give me the time of day
without asking 10% return.

We've a fine house, food, clean linen -
what more do you want?

Fine house indeed.

- With an empty room.
- What do you mean?

What's the use of a fine house
with no children?

A man needs sons.

I reckon that the best bust-up I've ever had.

And you folks call it picnicking?

You've certainly come up in the world.

Aye, I haven't done too badly.

He has an important position
in the world of commerce.

- Oh?
- He's a director of a shipping line.

Just in a small way of business.

My husband is far too modest.
They've quite a fleet.

- On charter only.
- And their own warehouse.

- Where do these ships go?
- Anywhere that shows a profit.

- Canada, perhaps?
- Aye, to lower Canada, I think.

- Quebec, I think.
- Robert...

does this ship...carry emigrants?

Aye, Scotlanders and Irishers mostly.
At five pounds a head.

Five pounds a head?

Ten pound? I've never owned ten pound
in the whole of my life.

- Robert?
- Mm-hm?

Perhaps you could use your influence?

After all, Kate and Jeremy are family.

Oh, yes, of course. Aye.

Are you in the habit
of reading me private correspondence?

The address, that's all.
Who is this Mr Ericsson?

I don't see he's any concern of yours.

If it will ease your mind, Mr Ericsson
is a brilliant marine engineer.

But he lives in America
and they're in civil war.

Mr Ericsson will hardly be
shouldering a musket.

Why are you writing to him?

I've been corresponding
with him for some time.

He wants me to go out there
and work with him.

You never mentioned it to me.

I had not then decided.

- And now you have decided?
- Not yet.

Robert, we shall be eternally grateful.

Let's hurry aboard
before James sees you.

- I don't know how to thank you.
- Look, here are your tickets.

Show those to the doctor,
he passes you.

Then give them to the mate next to him.

- Come on.
- Aye.

- Kate, are you all right?
- A little dizziness, that's all.

- Is all well, Robert?
- Aye. Come along, we must hurry aboard.

Right, Mr Baines. These are mine.

- Thank you.
- Brother Robert,

either these accounts are short
or we've two too many emigrants.

No, they're all aboard and accounted for.

In that case, you, as chandler and agent,
owe the company �10.

What do you mean?

- Oh, that?
- Mm.

You mean Sarah's brother and his wife?

Since when have we shipped
your poor relations free of charge?

- They are family.
- Well, what of it?

- Articles of association.
- Articles... What's that?

Articles of association.
Look, it's there, in black and white.

You should read the small print, James.

- I see no humour in the situation.
- It's perfectly clear.

- When you went limited...
- With me as director.

..you inserted this clause yourself.

"All members of the board and their families

"may travel free on allvessels owned by
or chartered by Onedin Line."

- Not every Tom, Dick and Harry!
- It means exactly what it says.

Robert's outsmarted you, James.

I shall use the same clause
to make the crossing myself.

- Listen here, madam...
- No, James.

I won't be left behind
to shoulder Elizabeth's troubles.

Good day, James.

Ah, Mr Fogarty.

Mr Frazer.

If I might have the privilege
of a few minutes' conversation?

Come inside.

Thank you.

How can I be of assistance, Mr Frazer?

It's a matter of...some delicacy

and I must confess,
I find it rather difficult to begin.

Short, plain and to the point
is usually the better way.

In that case, I shall take your advice,
and beg your indulgence

if the questions I ask
seem to be of a personal nature.

You've...never married, Mr Fogarty?

No. I let the first opportunity
slip through my fingers through overcaution.

The second has not yet arrived.

You are referring
to your engagement to me wife?

I once had a great affection for Elizabeth, yes.

An affection which
she no doubt returned?

I think that's a question
better asked of your wife.

Oh, I have, Mr Fogarty, I have.

I'm sorry, sir, the purpose of this conversation
eludes me completely.

I'm of the opinion
that me wife has deceived me.

- I'm sorry to hear it.
- With you.

I have clapped eyes on her but once
since the day you were married

and that was in your company, sir.

- No, once on the quayside...
- What I have in mind...

must have occurred before our marriage.

Such a suspicion can but
raise a canker in a man's mind.

On that account alone you have my sympathy,
for what it's worth.

If it were in my power to help you,
I...I would do so.

- Then it is true.
- I did not say so!

I'm trying to say you have put me
in an impossible position.

Am I to confirm or deny?

You must surely understand
that no man with honour

could put a lady into such jeopardy.

For the selfsame reason,
would you accept a denial?

Even if I were to swear
on a stack of Bibles 12 masts high?

Whose child is it - yours or mine?

You must go to your wife.
Accept her answer,

and for your own peace of mind,
believe her. Believe her.

What the devil's wrong
with young Frazer?

He nearly knocked me down the stairs.

- A personal matter, sir.
- Personal matter?

There's no such thing as a personal matter
during company time.

- Come on. Out with it, man.
- It won't happen again.

I've given you fair notice.
One breath of scandal...

Yes, I understand well enough.

Boatswain!

Liven 'em up, there. Liven 'em up.

Albert, however we resolve our differences,
we cannot hold a child to ransom.

- Whose child?
- Come to bed.

- I want the truth.
- And you shall have it, I promise.

- Come to bed.
- God's blood!

Cannot even you answer
a plain question with a plain answer?

Very well. Do I blurt it out or can you cool
your temper long enough to listen?

- I am listening.
- Daniel Fogarty and I were promised.

- Did you love him?
- How can I possibly remember?

He would have made an excellent
husband and father

and I would have escaped
from that dirty little shop.

He would have been an excellent catch
for a girl in my circumstances.

And then you came along.
Do you deny that you pursued me?

Only with the most honourable of intentions.

Honourable! Is it honourable
to make overtures to a lady

- once she is foresworn to another?
- You were not formally engaged.

Daniel was but mate
of a barque and poorly paid.

To have money for such niceties!

James implied there'd be
no insurmountable obstacles.

James. That brother of mine
has much to answer for.

- We're wandering from the point again!

I imagine that me intentions were clear enough.

Crystal clear.

His face seems hot.

What should a girl think
when a gentleman of your class

comes strutting and la-di-daing
with posies and pretty speeches?

- Oh, really, Elizabeth.
- Oh, tush, Elizabeth.

You mustn't know
of such things, Elizabeth.

You're a fool, Albert Frazer. I was bred
in a neighbourhood where the intentions

of a strolling gentleman of quality
were abundantly clear.

It's understood that gentlemen
are entitled to their experiences

before they marry their virtuous ladies.

With whom do they gain
their experiences?

With shop girls and milliners
but not with me!

You have an uncanny ability
for putting me in the wrong

and yourself in the right
and still avoiding the issue.

- Who is the father?!
- Very well. The child is Daniel's!

Now are you content?

- Robert's vittling has improved.
- Indeed.

His voyage on the Charlotte Rhodes
gave him the taste.

He vowed to improve the vittling
and he's done so.

Beg pardon, sir. Anne.

One of the emigrants has a sickness.

You finish your dinner.
That bedroom's no place for a woman.

Over here, sir.

- Smallpox?
- Yes.

What can we do?

Nothing.

- What is it?
- I'm... I'm not yet certain.

A day or two will tell.

Thank you.

Erm...Mr Frazer, I wonder
if I could have a word with you, please.

- Of course, Doctor.
- Thank you.

Best specific is said
to be saltwater, ma'am.

- Saltwater?
- Aye.

There's plenty of it
and it's the only one we have.

James, we must turn back.

Cannot. We're on time charter,
every day costs money.

- What if we run into bad weather?
- We'll batten them down below.

You cannot. Smallpox is contagious.

They must take their chance below.

Would you rather
they were washed overboard?

What did the doctor say this time?

It might or might not be.
I could have told him that meself.

I suggested a second opinion
but he pooh-poohed the notion.

He will call again soon?

Twice a day at least, damn it,
or I'll know the reason why. He...

- He suggested a nurse.
- No! I shall nurse him myself.

We shall take turn and turn about.

Poor little chap.

Beg pardon, ma'am.

- The captain is right, ma'am.
- What?

- There's little sense to turning back.
- It's their only chance.

You're wrong, ma'am.

If they don't survive,
they'll be buried at sea.

But if they recover,
they've booked passage to Canada

and you'll gain small thanks for taking them
back to quarantine in Liverpool.

- Quarantine?
- Aye.

We make slow headway
against the westerlies.

Six weeks out, twenty days back.

- Smallpox can rage like a fire.
- Aye, and die as quickly.

If those two recover,
the longer we're at sea the better.

- Time for the scars to heal.
- And if they don't recover?

Then they'll be buried at sea
and nobody the wiser.

You cannot falsify the ship's log.

A hundred times over, I cannot afford
to spend three weeks in quarantine.

You've never been on a quarantine ship,
have you?

- No.
- Then think yourself fortunate.

Guard boats to see that
nobody approaches or leaves.

Nobody to bring fresh water
or meat or bread or biscuits.

You live off what's left of the ship's vittles -
rotten meat, foul water.

Then, what the smallpox don't take,
cholera and typhus do.

Now, while I'm on time charter,

I'm caught between the devil
and the deep blue sea.

With a vengeance.

- Give him to me.
- What?

You must eat. There.

I can't afford to have
two invalids on me hands.

You really do love him.

If he was a foundling, left on me doorstep,
do you think I'd leave him there to die?

- Go on, eat.
- I'm not hungry.

We agreed to turn and turn about,

so you'll oblige me
by keeping your side of the bargain.

Oh, eat, damn you, eat.

If he is to survive...
we'll need all our resources.

- Have you ever had the smallpox?
- No.

- Aren't you afraid?
- I want nothing but to see our child well again.

Her husband's not putting up a very good fight.

If only they could take a little broth.

Feed a cold, starve a fever.

Main thing is to keep them
separate from the others.

- What are you doing, thieving?
- I am no thief.

I am come for my own.

Let's have a look at you.

You look healthy enough.
Get along with you.

Her husband's condition's worsening.

Well?

What can I do? I'm not a doctor.

Anne.

You've had no sleep,
now get down below.

- James.
- Look,

if you're ill, who's gonna look after them?

Now, below. Rest.

- Blankets, Mr Baines.
- There's none to be had, ma'am.

Wait here, I have some.

- What are you doing?
- It's one of the emigrants.

- She needs blankets.
- Well, not ours.

Yes.

Yes, er, chickenpox, Mr Frazer.

- Chickenpox?
- You're quite certain?

Yes, indeed, but he's a strong, healthy child,

so there's no reason to alarm yourselves.

Now, I prescribe calamine lotion.

And do keep the child's nails
cut short, Mrs Frazer,

- to prevent the spread of infection.
- Yes.

Oh, and, er, I'll send you
a bottle of patent medicine

to keep the temperature down.

- Oh, I'll see you out.
- Thank you.

Oh, thank God.

Thank you very much.

"Buried at sea this day,
Jeremy Stirling, an emigrant,

"died of natural causes."

Now, then, when we get to Quebec
I want a clean bill of health.

No objections from anybody.

- Thank you, Mr Baines.
- Aye, sir.

- Well?
- I don't know.

- Don't know what?
- Your motives.

My motives have never changed
from the first day that we met.

Have yours?

The wife'll recover.
We're past the danger.

Now, to turn back
would have been impracticable.

Would you have turned back had it been me?

No.

To turn back
would have made no difference.

Don't you see that?

Oh, Anne.

When will you stop trying
to be my conscience, eh?

Land ho!

One of these days...

One of these days,
your confounded scruples'll...

bring us to the workhouse.

Here we are, little one.

There. How's that? All right?

With all the turmoil, I'd quite forgotten
to post me letter to Mr Ericsson.

- It is important?
- Of course.

Are you going to work for this Mr Ericsson?

- Perhaps.
- America is far away.

It does have that merit.

Will you be coming back to Liverpool?

If I go, no.

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