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I took something I shouldn't have.
I stole a private letter of Harry's.

Our little secret.

I've received complaints
about this school.

From who?
That, madam, is confidential.

The right person's out there, love.

Joe's working.
Harry's got university.

What do I do if I don't get married?

I keep imagining what it
would feel like if we felt free.

I imagine it, too, Betsy.

This school is finished.

Next trick wins. Winner takes all.

What? I thought we had it.

Oh, dear.
You've lost Hardacre Hall.

What a waste.

It ain't right that one
awful man can shut the school down.

No, but he's scare mongering, riled
up the vicar and the school board.

Everyone's gonna miss coming here.

Including me.

I know.

Morning, Mary. Betsy.

Lady Emma, how are you? I'm sorry
to hear about your migraine.

Oh, it's passed. Thank goodness.
Good.

I came to collect my books.

Oh, these are yours, I think.
Thank you.

Listen, I just want to say thank you
for helping with the classes.

It meant a lot to me
and to the women.

And you should have seen Maggie.
Oh, she did a lovely reading.

I'm pleased to hear it.

Right. Erm...

I... I...

I enjoy teaching very much.

And I'm sorry it's come to this.

Yeah.

Yeah, you know, it made
my blood boil when I saw that.

I'd love to have my say.

I'd tell them that education
isn't just for children.

Why should adults that have missed
out not have the same opportunity?

Perhaps you should.

Everyone's free to stand
for that election.

Even a woman?

Even a woman.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Good morning.
Lady Hansen.

You're most welcome.

I'd like to speak with Mrs Hardacre
and her mother.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh. Lady Hansen, what a pleasure.

And how can I help you?
I've come to collect a debt.

Oh. I'm sorry.
I-I don't understand.

Tell us it isn't true, Ma.

Tell us you haven't bet the house
at cards.

The wages were high.
Proof of collateral was required.

What in God's name possessed you?
Have you lost your mind?

I know exactly how this happened.
Oh, well, go on, then.

You had to show the hoity-toitys
who was cleverest.

And you were cocksure you'd win.

So when the tide turned,

your stubborn pride
wouldn't let you back down.

Even if it meant your whole family
drowning with you!

Is that right? Just admit it, Ma,
you were outfoxed!

Oh... Don't you dare speak to her
without me!

DOOR SLAMS

I see you are aware
of our tragic loss

at the card table, Mrs Hardacre.

My mother has shown an appalling
lack of judgement. It's...

It's a grave shock.

The consequences
to your family are profound.

Yes, which is why I was hoping,
given the circumstances,

that a friendly game between ladies
and improving relationship

between our families,
we might find a way forward.

Cancel the debt?
Yes.

Absolutely not.

I'm surprised that you view honour
between ladies as malleable.

Of course I don't.
I'm speaking of... compassion.

I didn't make the rules,
Mrs Hardacre.

No, but you needed to break them.

We both wanted to win.
What are you on about, Ma?

Your promissory note.

The deeds to the house.

Huh.

Oh, you're not sorry at all.

Your family have been living
under an illusion.

It was necessary to dispel it.

And what illusion is that?

That sudden wealth buys you class,

when it takes generations
of good blood and good breeding.

Qualities that families who have
gutted fish for generations

could never possess.

Oh, the bile rises to the top.

Imelda laid a trap
to make sure that we lost.

She's a snake, Mary.

Hm.

You know, people like you,
you're such hypocrites.

You're full of contempt
for the working poor,

yet your lives depend on us.

Oh, no. You mistake me.

I admire a good fishmonger

just as I do a good chimney sweep.

Had you kept to your station, none
of this would have befallen you.

No. No. We have a life.
Not a station.

The very attitude
that makes you a threat to society.

I recognised your family's
dangerous aspirations

right from the start.

A National Vigilance Association.

It was you.
Hm.

Mr Balfour understood
my concern at once.

I want you to leave my house
right now.

But it's no longer your house,
is it?

You better check them deeds.

Four Winds Cottage?

What do you take me for?
You wagered the hall.

I wagered our house in Yorkshire.
Only we own two of them.

Hardacre Hall
and Four Winds Cottage.

Our old lodgings in the village.

But you can tell the Devon sisters

the cottage
is very well looked after.

The lodgers have
a protected tenancy... for life.

The door's over there.

Good day.

SIGHS
Oh, my God.

You could have told me
you had a plan all along.

Well, her ladyship needed
to think we were defeated

before she let her hair down.

Besides, I wasn't in the mood
after your unprovoked attack.

Unprovoked?
SHE TUTS

MARY AND MA LAUGH

Her face!
LAUGHING CONTINUES

This way, if you please.

What's going on?

I've discovered a letter.

I wonder who it's from.

Mr Caldwell.

Share the news.

I'm being invited to Oxford
to interview for a place!

Well done, Harry, and well deserved!

I can't believe it.
What's going on?

It's from Mr Lewis's old don
at Pembroke College.

OK. "Dear Master Hardacre,

"what a pleasure to read your lively
and vigorously argued essays."

"Mr Lewis's belief
in the originality of your mind

"has been borne out in your work."

"And I cordially invite you
to Oxford

"to interview for a place
at Pembroke College."

Oh, my darling,
that's wonderful news. Well done.

Congratulations, son.

I owe it all to Mr Lewis.

Nonsense. You earned this, Harry.

Did you ask Liza for these?

No. They're good, though,
aren't they? Yeah.

She's got a creative mind.

I do worry about her, Sam.

She'll get over the heartbreak.

No, no, no. It's less about
losing that scoundrel.

It's more about the space
that he left behind.

That there isn't another suitor?

Mary, she hated
all those hangers on.

Aye, she did.

But it's her brothers
she's watching.

Seeing them absorbed
in their own pursuits

and just longing
for a purpose herself.

DOOR OPENS

Mm. She just needs
to put her talents to good use.

These signs need a home, sir.
Shall I have them taken to the shop?

In the study for now, Mrs Drayton.

Is Liza about?

I believe she's upstairs, sir.
Thank you.

Knock, knock.
Heard you were looking for me.

Liza. Come in. Have a seat.

I made those signs
for the harvest festival.

I know you did.

I like them.

What about these?

Oh, they're just some ideas
for the canned goods.

Ma's jam's been flying off
the shelf.

Tell me about it.
She's not stopped preening for days.

You should take some of the credit.
Home brand's very popular.

Well, maybe we could sell
more things that way.

I mean, it's a fair point,

but there'd be extra work
with the packaging.

Why would we bother?
Well, to cut out the middle man.

For all we know,
he could be selling us snake oil.

At least if it's our brand,
we know its quality.

So, what's going on, Dad?
Why are you asking me all this?

I'm just exploring new ideas
on how to grow the business.

Oh. And you like mine?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Oh. Bloody hell!

Well, let me show you this.
Mm-hm.

'My dearest Arthur,

'I have developed feelings
towards you of a romantic nature.'

Right. Same teams as last time.
Girls against the boys.

This Oxford interview
has got me worried.

How on earth do I prepare, Arthur?

Right, Harry, you're up.
Mr Caldwell might ask me anything.

I wouldn't worry.

Caldwell's more likely to ask
if roast pork is superior to beef

than if Hamlet's superior
to Othello.

Harry, take your shot.

Sounds like my experience
at Cambridge.

I had this eccentric scholar

who obsessively swatted flies
throughout my interview.

Right, are we playing the game
or what?

Cos not everyone
has strange interview stories.

Well, actually, I might.
Tell us more.

Well, it wasn't an interview
exactly,

and it were only with me dad, but...

he liked an idea I had
for a Hardacre brand.

And some designs I'd done.
Liza, that's wonderful.

Though I'm not surprised.

Are you serious? Why would Dad
talk about the business with you?

It's not my fault.
I were as surprised as you.

No, it's just that I...

should have been a part of it,
that's all.

'Lady Emma says
women can stand.'

You need to accept what happened
and move on, Mary.

This would be me moving on.

Running for the school board?
Yeah, where they decide everything.

Why would you cause
more trouble for yourself?

Sam, who's gonna advocate for the
needs of our community if we don't?

KNOCKING

Excuse me. Lady Hansen has returned.

What?
I think you'll find we're busy.

Did she say
what it was about this time?

An urgent matter, apparently.

We're busy, Lady Hansen,
so if you could be brief.

A scandalous letter
has come into my possession.

The contents and outrage
to public decency.

And why should that concern us?

It was written by your younger son.

How dare you slander Harry?

Well, come on, then, let's see it.

The letter is in safe keeping.

Yeah, I think we're done here.
Again.

Let your son confirm or deny it.

Beesley,
could you fetch Harry, please?

You'll apologise to my boy
before you leave this house.

We'll see.

I'm sorry, son,
but Lady Hansen here claims

that you wrote
an indecent letter of some sort.

How did you get hold of it?

I'd say that's beside the point.

Who did you write the letter to, son?

Mr Lewis.

All right,
so an assignment of some kind?

But we need to know so we can
make sense of all of this, love.

It was a personal letter...
to express my gratitude.

To express your longing and ardour,
more like!

The letter was perfumed.

You shouldn't have stolen it!

And you shouldn't have such
wicked thoughts about another man

in flagrant violation of the law.

Enough!
Harry...

Come on. Come with me.

It's OK.

EXHALES

What exactly do you want?

Your family to leave this house
forever.

If you refuse, I shall hand
the letter to the magistrate

and let the law take its course.

You would use a private letter

by a confused 18-year-old boy
to prosecute him?

You've left me no choice.

Somehow, Lady Hansen has my letter,
the one that went missing.

The reading list?
Yeah.

Only I wasn't entirely truthful,
Arthur.

It was more... personal, really.

I wanted to thank you for all
that you've taught me and, well...

Go on.

Lady Hansen is devious. I have
no idea how she got the letter.

Do you think she has spies
in this house?

Please tell me what the letter said,
Harry.

I won't judge you.

But the contents of that letter
could matter a great deal.

I shared my feelings...

About?

You.

'I mean, she wouldn't really go
through with her threat, would she?'

There was a deranged look
in that woman's eye.

She'd go through with it, all right.

Look,
our family have weathered a lot.

We can weather this, too, somehow.

Yeah, but can Harry?
He's young and vulnerable, Mary.

And there's no knowing the chain
of events if the law gets involved.

What was the lad thinking?
He wasn't thinking, Sam.

He was acting on his feelings, love.

I wouldn't put it past Imelda
having perfumed the letter herself.

I bet it was just some
boyish letter of gratitude

that got muddled in his head.

You know, all that poetry
he's been reading.

Oh, for the love of God.
For the love of God what?

Harry has taken a fancy
to Mr Lewis.

There. It's been said.

And the earth
hasn't stopped rotating.

I need some air.
No.

You need to get your head straight,
both of you.

Imelda has waged war on our family.

And we need a battle plan to stop
our Harry from going to prison.

I plan to leave immediately, sir,
to best protect Harry and myself.

We must get ahead of this if we can.
What's your honest opinion?

How damaging could his letter be?

Legally, it'd be a matter
of interpretation.

Some magistrates take up these cases
and some avoid them.

So luck is involved.

And who can influence them?

People like Lady Hansen?
Exactly.

Even an honourable magistrate
can feel pressure to act if...

influential people are riled up.

You're familiar with
the Oscar Wilde case?

New laws require little more than
innuendo to justify prosecution.

The Hardacres will be leaving
after all.

Some scandals are not above the law.

You're speaking in riddles, Mama.
What scandal?

Harry Hardacre. I read his letter.

Who'd have thought his mind
so twisted and salacious? Huh!

You couldn't have read his letter,
you burnt it.

I burned the envelope, my dear.

Not the odious letter inside.

Please, will someone explain to me
what's going on?

I stole a private letter of Harry's.

I was ashamed, so I didn't read it.

When I confessed to Grandmama,
she suggested we destroy it

to keep it from falling
into the wrong hands.

Precisely. It fell into mine.

I trusted you.

A stolen letter could expose Adella
to accusations of theft.

Her actions were justified,

given the letter's
disgusting contents.

I think, Mama,
our reputation could be damaged too.

We have an association
with the Hardacres.

I can't fathom what drove you
to such extremes.

Honour, Emma. Family honour.

All right, Dad?
Yeah. Why?

Just making sure you're all right.

Aye. Good.

Electric's playing up.

It's always something.

Maybe we get wired up
at the cottage.

Come over and visit.
Betsy'd love that.

What?

I'm inviting you round, Dad.

Would be nice to speak to you.

And I hear Liza's got some ideas
about the business.

Not today, Joe. It's, er...

It's not a good time.

I've got a lot on my mind.

Come in, Harry.

I don't understand
why you want to leave.

Because it'll help you.

No, it won't!

Who will I talk to?

You help me make sense of things.

You've got a good family, Harry.

They don't understand me
like you do.

And now I've disgraced them.

What's gonna happen to me?

Will I go to jail?

Don't let your imagination run wild.

One step at a time, all right?

I don't know who I am any more.

Yes, you do.

You're Harry Hardacre.

And on a path to a rich
and vibrant life for yourself.

It doesn't feel like it right now.

Keep the faith.

Learn to act wisely, and know that
your world will open up at Oxford.

Take me with you, Arthur.

I can't, Harry.

I'm sorry.

You're going to be fine.

I promise you.

How could she do that?

Using me to wage war against
the Hardacres.

I'm so sorry, Adella.

She used you as well.

Do you care?
It's just how she is.

It's all I've ever known.
But, yes, I do care.

We have to do something.

It's monstrous
to destroy Harry's life.

I'd never forgive myself for it.

I tried reasoning,
but it was pointless.

We're helpless to stop her.

Are we helpless,
or just choosing to be?

SIGHS

My sweet boy.

Have I ever told you
you have the kindest heart...

...and a smile
that lights up the country...

...and the purest spirit
of anyone I've ever known?

Not once have you seen yourself
as a victim...

...or punished others
for the hardship you face.

Oh, and I have been proud of you
every single day of your life.

Your family love you, Harry.

And nothing you do...

and nothing you are
could ever change that.

HARRY SOBS

Hello, Mrs Hardacre.

I'd like to see Harry, please.

No.

No, he's not taking visitors today,
so I think it's best you go.

Please.

I really need to see him.

It's all my fault.

'I didn't read it, Harry,
I promise.'

And I'd never have used it
against you.

Then why did you steal it?

Maybe I was...

...jealous that you and Liza and Joe

had special relationships
with someone.

It was wounded pride, I suppose.

Which my grandmother exploited.
To destroy my life.

I'm so sorry, Harry.

I'm ashamed of myself and my family.

Can you forgive me?

I don't know.

I want to help.

There's nothing you can do, Adella.

My reputation's ruined.

I do have one idea.

CORK POPS
Can I offer anyone cordial?

No, thank you.
Yeah.

Oh, Adella,
you look positively radiant.

Something wonderful has happened.

I'm engaged to be married.

How delightful!

May I ask to whom?

Come in, darling.

Harry and I have been
admiring one another for months.

And today, I accepted his offer
of marriage.

We've never been happier.

Well, either you've been brainwashed

or blackmailed, Adella.

Harry Hardacre is a degenerate.

You are mistaken.

Harry is one of the most
honourable young men I know.

Oh, enough of this charade. George!

You must forbid this... match.

If the young couple are content,
then so am I.

Two households united,

both alike in dignity...
Shush!

Emma!

Everything's happening too quickly.
I need time to think.

Mama, please look at me.

This match means the world to me.

It's what I truly want.

I'd like to speak to my mother
in private.

Yes. Let's... take ourselves
outside, shall we?

May I see Harry's letter?

I'm glad someone is restored
to sanity in this house.

As am I.

It's for the best... as you now see.

All I see
is that you poisoned my life

and came between me and my family.

And it ends now.

You may believe
you came to save Adella...

...but you feel no love
for your granddaughter...

or for me.

This belongs to you, Harry.

Thank you, Lady Emma.

I want you gone from my house
immediately.

And you can take
your poison dowry with you.

Our daughter's peace of mind
is all that is precious to us.

One word, two syllables.

Er, stop.

Halt. Er...

Hand. Thumb.

Sounds like... hand thumb.

Hand thumb. Hand thumb.

Oh, come on, Callum!

Five seconds.
Say it again.

Hand thumb. Mansion. Mansion.
Time's up.

Time's up.
LAUGHTER

It were "handsome",
you bloody divvy.

University were wasted on you.

Daft as a brush, you.

He is a handsome brush, though,
isn't he?

Ooh!

Oh, what's this now?
Bloody headstone?

Oh, don't joke about
things like that.

Actually, Ma's not far off.

No, it's not a headstone.

But I have been thinking a lot
about the future since my illness.

And how best to guarantee
your security after I'm gone.

And I came to the realisation that

what makes this family thrive
will also make the business thrive.

Collaboration.

So, Joe... and Liza,

I want you
to run the business together.

Use your individual talents
to create a shared legacy.

Harry, I'd include you,

but your interests lie
in going to university.

So... Hardacre & Family.

Oh, I'll drink to that.

Yeah. That's lovely.

What about Hardacre & Son?

You always said
it were natural order.

So why are you taking away
everything I worked so hard for?

Well, this is the best
of both worlds, Joe. Not for me.

I don't want to be a part of your
new fangled vision of the future.

I'm done.

Betsy, please.
I want to be with Joe.

'Was I wrong, Mary?'

I think you were hasty and bold.

But, no,
I don't think you were wrong.

Joe just needs some time, love.

DOORBELL RINGS

Ma'am.
Thank you.

Thank you.

I owe you an apology, Mary.

Your family has suffered greatly
at our hands,

and I am deeply sorry for it.

I appreciate that.

But you weren't responsible
for your mother's actions.

I could have been stronger.

To send your own mother away,
it takes courage.

I was inspired by Adella... and you.

Erm...

If you... were willing, Mary...

...I hoped that
we might become friends.

I'd like that, Emma, very much.

Now... I have something for you.

I knew you wished to stand
for election,

so I nominated you.

That's so generous. Thank you.

But the election's today.

I haven't campaigned,
I doubt I'd get the votes.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Perhaps you should go see
for yourself.

Fine turnout, ain't it?

I don't know what to say.

I mean, this must have taken
so much work.

It didn't, Mrs Hardacre.

Once the woman knew
you were running,

they spread the word themselves.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Adella.

Though I'm guessing it'll
probably be a very long engagement.

Yes, yes.
Harry and I are in no rush at all.

Thanks for saving Harry.

It really means the world to us.

It was the least I could do.

Liza, I'm sorry about what happened
between you and Edward.

Thanks.

It's all in the past now.

Hello, Mr Beesley.
Good evening.

Good evening, everyone.
Good evening. Evening, Joe.

Good evening.

Right.
Let me get that for you.

Thanks, Mum.

How are you, son?

I'm all right. I could do with
no more family drama, though.

Oh, second that.

WHISPERING

See? They're in great form.
What did I tell you?

GLASS CLINKS
Oh.

Since it's been a weekend
of family announcements,

me and Betsy have one of our own.

You're having another baby?

GASPS,
LAUGHTER

Quiet. Joe's making a toast.

No, it's not a toast. And, Ma,
you got the wrong end of the stick.

We've been talking about
our future...

...and we came to a decision.

It's a big change.

It's exciting for us.

Betsy and I, we're...
moving to America.

To start a new chapter in our lives.

And it's no secret that I'm
fascinated by all things American.

What can America offer you
that I can't?

You learn more by taking the
opportunity in front of you, Joe.

No, that's not how I see it.

And this isn't a debate, Dad,
it's an announcement.

And this is best for everyone,
especially you.

No, it'll be worse!

Only you're too stubborn to see it!

Oi, don't walk away from me!

I just made the biggest announcement
in my life, and you walk away.

Thanks for the support, Dad.

Because it's a classic
Joe overreaction.

Another sudden and extreme decision
made without any advice, Joe.

Yeah. It's sudden.

But do you know what else it is?

The right decision for me,
and I truly believe that.

And I did get advice...
from my wife.

Why don't you give my idea
a go first, huh?

Give it a chance,

before you go leaving everyone
and everything you know behind.

Why don't you trust me?

Because I've trusted everything
you've ever told me.

And it's never enough.

Because I'm not you.
I never will be you.

I've killed myself
trying to earn your respect.

It's about time I earn my own.

I won't join the family business,
not if it means Joe leaving forever.

Oh, God forbid, it won't be forever.

No-one wanted this, Liza.

But you can't hold yourself back
to let your brother move forward.

Well, maybe I don't want it.

Well, I heard you
tell your ideas to your dad.

And I saw the excitement
in your eyes

when he announced it to everyone.

You do want it, Liza.

I know you'll be bloody good at it.

But I can't carry the burden
of Joe leaving, Mum.

That's not fair.
No.

But you can carry it.

And you must.

Because it's the only way
that women will see progress.

We have to push for it.

Again... and again.

It feels like a failure.

Namely on my part.

You're just so alike sometimes,
you don't see each other clearly.

So it seems.

Look, I can't welcome
this news either, Sam.

But the look on Joe's face
when he arrived for dinner.

Oh, there was... a lightness to him
that I'd never seen in him before.

Aye.

There was.

There was a confidence, too.
Mm.

There'll be no changing his mind,
Mary.

He is leaving... and it'll be soon.

Don't go confusing his leaving home
with your own, Sam.

Joe's not running away
from his family.

He's stepping more fully
into his own.

I just hope they come back someday.

There's gripe water
and teething powder for baby.

Liquorice and mint humbugs for you.
Thank you.

I'll miss you all so much.

Oh, take care of yourself, Betsy.

Thank you.

I won't be long.
Right.

You'll do brilliantly, Liza.
I'll miss you madly.

You've been such a good mate, Cal.
I can't thank you enough.

I can't wait to hear about America.

Best of luck at Oxford, pal.
I'm excited for you.

I need to be accepted first.

You will. You've earned it.

Well, don't be forgetting us.

And I'll be expecting a letter
every fortnight.

Promise.

Oh.

Set the world on fire.
You show 'em what you're made of.

I love you.

You keep them bloody Yanks in line.
Do you hear me?

I'll do my best, Ma.

I'm so very proud of you.

Giddy up!

First one flown the nest.
Harry will be next.

Off to Oxford soon, I'm sure.
Mm.

And Liza, your new business partner.

Well, the only constant is change.
Isn't that how the saying goes?

Mm. One chapter ends
and a new one begins.