All language subtitles for The Hardacres s02e05.eng

Mrs Hardacre
is entirely unqualified.

Her classroom
is a hotbed of immorality.

You didn't tell your father about
the canning machine investment?

I want it to be a surprise.
Liza Hardacre, will you marry me?

The man seems too good to be true.

"My dearest Arthur,

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

This is it. This is our chance.

Now we prepare our attack.

Captain Blackwood has squandered
the family fortune.

You're nothing but a liar!

No-one messes with the Hardacres!
No-one!

Er... Load those up on the cart
for me, please.

Yes, ma'am.
Ma'am.

You know I'm not one to complain,
but we only have two days

to organise this Harvest Festival,
and we're stretched thin as it is.

Mrs Dryden,
I promised the vicar I'd help.

And Liza needs a distraction

after that idiot Blackwood
broke her heart.

Oh, no, no. This is wrong.

Maybe we'll use those apples
for bobbing and then dress it

with some decorations
and make it look all...

Liza, I wouldn't worry too much
how it all looks.

Let's just focus on the big picture.

We've gotta get the village hall
ready for tomorrow.

We've got the stage
for the performance,

the tables for the competition.

Did you find any volunteers
for the poetry reading?

Erm... I...

What about a judge
for the tasting competition?

Not yet!
Liza!

Liza, I-I know you're upset.

Oh, Mum, I'm fine!

Right. Right.

Not to worry.

We'll, erm...
We'll have our own students read.

Maggie.

Maggie, please?

Please. Look,
it'll be good for the school.

It'll be good for you.

Imagine if you were to run a house
one day.

A lot more goes into running a house
than reading.

All right. I'll do it.
Excellent!

And I'll ask the others tonight.

Oh, and Mr Beesley,
would you mind being the judge

of the tasting competition?

A conflict of interest,
I'm afraid, ma'am.

My elderflower cordial's won
four years in a row,

and I'm going for five.

Right.
Well, Mrs Dryden, then?

Well, aren't you stretched too thin?

SHE SCOFFS

Well, in the community spirit,

I would be happy to assist
with the judging.

Well, there we go. We'll pull
the whole thing off without a hitch.

Cheers. Oh.

Oh...

Ooh!
Oh!

It's tart.

I know, yes,
but people do like a stiff drink.

It's rhubarb cordial, Georgie.
It's not gin.

Yes, you're right.

I thought maybe I could enter it

into the Harvest Festival
competition.

There I go again.
Another ridiculous idea.

That's enough of that.

It... It's almost there.

It just...
just needs a bit more... sugar.

You think it's in with a chance?

You'll knock their socks off.

I agree.

Nothing ventured, eh?
Hm!

HE CHUCKLES
Yes.

Now, to find some sugar.

Ah! I was hoping to see you
before you left.

I fear I am facing
a bit of a social calamity.

Right?
Erm...

You've heard of the Devon sisters,
I presume?

Obscenely wealthy,
renowned card players.

Not a clue.
Are they from round here?

Oh, no.
They're passing through Yorkshire

and demanding a bridge game,
no less.

I thought of asking Emma,
but poor mesh.

You'll have to repeat that, love.

Poor mesh.

It's a term one uses when bridge
partners can't communicate.

Oh! Well,
I haven't suffered from that myself.

I have come so close to beating
those women multiple times.

And with the right partner,
I know I could win.

Now, you and I, there's a pair.

Well, how did they beat you before?

Oh, they upped the bids
at the last minute,

pricing everyone out.

Oh, crafty buggers!

They couldn't pull that with you.

Well, there's nothing I love more
than parting rich folk

from their money,
but a game like that, hm...

This is my reputation.

I wouldn't ask
if I didn't think we could win.

All right.

I'll have to look into
this mesh thing, but go on, then.

Consider us a team.

Oh! Bravo!
THEY CHUCKLE

FAINT CHATTING

Right. What's all this secrecy for?

I've got a surprise for you.

It's, er...

A canning machine?
Yeah.

We've had problems moving
some of the stock,

and this is guaranteed
to prolong its life.

Right. Where is it?

It's not here yet.

It was to be delivered at ten, no?
They're late.

But it'll be here any minute, so...

Well, let's hope so.

Darling, we missed you at lunch.

What's the matter?

What was that?

I took something I shouldn't have.

It was a letter
from one of the Hardacres.

Harry.

Did you read it?

No, I promise I didn't.

Well, this can easily be fixed.

Letters go missing.

And the sender
simply writes it again if they need.

Should I not try to return it?

Perhaps.

But can you imagine
if you're caught?

Can you explain your actions?

No. The best thing for you
and the Hardacres is to destroy it.

There.

Our little secret.

EXHALES DEEPLY

Have I lost you, Harry?

You seem distracted today.
I'd like my letter back.

What letter?

My letter.

Didn't you get it?

No. What was in it?

You-You didn't? Really?

Oh, it was a new reading list
I'd been working on.

I got excited, and I put it
under your bedroom door.

I thought maybe you didn't like
the-the books I'd suggested.

You should have said something
sooner.

Well, do up the list again,
and I'll order them as a priority.

I'm sure I'll love this selection.

Maybe one of the servants took it by
mistake whilst they were cleaning.

OK, look here. It was definitely
scheduled to be delivered today.

Right, you tell them that we want
a discount for every day

that it's late and we're not giving
them a penny until then.

We've already paid.

What?

It was half up front
and half when it's delivered.

Look, Dad,
we double checked everything.

You don't have to worry.
OK, their office is in Leeds.

I'll go there,
iron this whole thing out.

Thank you, Callum.

DOOR OPENS,
CLOSES

And remember, the Harvest Festival's
here in two days,

so if anyone can do a reading
at all, talk to me after the lesson.

I'm worried I'd mess up the words.

Oh, you've nothing to worry about,
Maggie.

Yeah, you're more than capable.
It's just nerves, love.

I'll mark up the poem
just like we've been practising.

I'll have it sent over
to Hardacre Hall tomorrow.

And you'll be coming to the Festival
too, won't you, Lady Emma?

I suppose I can.

Good.

I'll stand right there
in your eyeline, Maggie.

Er... we're in the middle
of a lesson here, Mr...

Mr Bartholomew Balfour from
the National Vigilance Association.

I'm sorry, the what?
You heard me.

I've received complaints
about this school,

and I must iron out a few details
before I leave for York.

Complaints?
Yes.

About your teaching methods.
From who?

That, madam, is confidential.

Listen, if you've got a problem
that you'd like to discuss,

we can schedule a time.

No, thank you. I'll address this
matter directly with your husband.

I set up this school.
You'll address me!

Do you know, I had thought

the fears about you
might be trumped-up allegations.

Clearly, I was mistaken.

Tell Mr Hardacre to expect my visit.

You need to be careful, Mary.

Bartholomew Balfour's
a powerful man.

DOOR SLAMS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh! Yes.

They're not great.

They're brilliant, Liza.

All right, let's get them down
to the village hall and help set up.

But I thought
this was meant to be fun.

Well, it is fun. We just need
to put in the work first.

LIZA SIGHS

Look, I know you're heartbroken.

I'm not bloody heartbroken!

I'm glad I'm not with that liar.

Just because Edward lied, it doesn't
make what you felt any different.

What would you know, Mum?

I don't care about Edward.

And I don't care
about this stupid Harvest Festival.

SIGHS

The Vigilance Association paid
a visit to the school yesterday.

I am glad Bartholomew
finally went to investigate.

Indeed.

At least you won't have to teach
those dreadful classes any more.

Once Bartholomew sees
what Mrs Hardacre's really like,

he will shut her down.

I don't want
the Fitzherbert name associated.

When the school becomes a scandal,
you must remove yourself.

But these pupils
haven't done anything wrong.

I hope you're not blaming me
for this outcome.

All I did was pass on
the information that you provided.

Oh, Emma, you're not starting
to enjoy her company?

Of course not.
Good.

I have my own plan in motion.

By tomorrow,
the Hardacres will be finished.

All you have to do
is stay away from them.

Do I make myself clear?

Crystal, Mama.

You know, Emma said
it was some sort of morality police,

this association, but I wanna know
who made that complaint.

Maybe it was Franny's husband.
Well, I'll get to the bottom of it.

It sounds as if he's just doing
his job.

Oh, is that what we call it?

Insulting him's
not gonna get rid of him.

Right. So what do you propose
we do, then?

We do nothing.
He's coming to see me.

Er, it's my school,

and I have no problem telling him
where to stick it.

You're fired up. He means business.

You're never gonna reach
an agreement like that.

Who says I have to agree wi' him?
KNOCKING ON DOOR

Sir, Mr Balfour has arrived.

Urgh!
Thank you, Beesley.

You need him to be on your side
for this to go away,

so flatter him if you have to.

Let him think
that he's won the battle.

That way, you can win the war.

SIGHS

Can I pour you a glass?

Drunkenness blinds good men to
the immorality they're steeped in.

What can I do for you, Mr Balfour?

Concerns have been raised
about your wife's classes.

They're just getting help
with their reading.

I don't see a problem with that.

Well, I've been called in to make
an assessment of this school,

and my duties include weeding out
immorality and vice.

But I now have other concerns.

Your wife, sir, simply lacks the
temperament fitting for a teacher.

Education and religion
are the cornerstones of our society.

If your wife makes a mockery
of that,

it won't end well for either of you.

Mary takes this very seriously.

Oh, come now, Mr Hardacre.
You're more intelligent than that.

You're a businessman.

Your shops are reliant on customers,
are they not?

Well, as rumours travel,

this school will not only reflect
poorly on your wife,

it will impact your business.

Is that a threat?
No, sir.

This is an ultimatum.

Your wife is not an educator,
Mr Hardacre.

Tell her to step back from teaching,

or I will be left with no choice
but to shut down this school.

'Ma'am.'
'Hm?'

Your presence is needed urgently
at the village hall.

There has to be a compromise.
Er, Mr Balfour!

Mr Balfour, I think we got off
on the wrong foot yesterday,

and I would very much like
to invite you

to the Harvest Festival tomorrow.

Now, I understand
you have some concerns...

The Harvest Festival is for
the workers, not the upper classes.

Yes, but it's a...
it's a celebration for the village.

And there's gonna be food,

and the students
are gonna read poetry,

and you'll see the benefit
of the school.

Look, a month ago,
they could hardly read letters.

And now they're reading in front
of a whole hall full of people.

Well, I've seen all I need to see.

I've given your husband
my recommendation.

Look, please, Mr Balfour.

I were rude to you yesterday,
and I apologise for that.

But if you come tomorrow, you'll see
what I'm trying to achieve.

The school needs
all the support it can get.

And I wanna show you
the progress I've made,

and I wanna show you
that people's concerns are nonsense.

Very well.

I would like to put this matter
to bed as swiftly as possible.

If you can demonstrate that
your teaching methods are effective,

I will happily leave you be.

Well, thank you sir.

Thank you.
BALFOUR CLEARS HIS THROAT

SOFTLY: Oh, my God!

Mary...
Ma'am.

There won't be a Harvest Festival
at all if decisions aren't made now.

Right. What's the problem?
Come with me, please, ma'am.

Well?

Their offices are empty.

Did you get a forwarding address?
I'm trying to find one.

Callum, there has to be
an explanation.

What about those Americans
you were speaking to?

I'm making inquiries, but...

...I fear we may also need to notify
the police.

Why the hell would we do that?

To declare the money stolen.

Joe, I believe these were
complete con men.

No. Can we, er...? Can we hide the
beer in the corner, please, love?

This is a big game, though.

In bridge, understanding
someone's decision is imperative.

Poor mesh can make or break a game.
Right.

It's an honour to be invited.

It speaks to your talents
and the talents of your teacher.

Oh, OK. I need to find out whether
we've got good mesh before I agree.

Then practise with Lady Hansen.

Can you spot your partner's plays?

What is she telling you
about her hand?

What are her bids revealing to you?

You mean try and figure out
what her cards are?

You must be careful. She can't
visually hint to a specific card.

That's cheating. But she can hint
to a strong or weak hand.

Oh, you mean like tells in poker?

No. Bridge is a respectable game.

Oh, cards are cards, Mrs D,

no matter what fancy name
you give them.

Well...
Right, I need to practise.

What...?

I give up.

Look, I can explain to your father

what a sophisticated operation
this is.

He... He won't care, Cal.

Not when he finds out I ain't
even seen the canning machine.

Joe, this could have happened
to anyone.

No, it was my mistake.

I need to tell him myself.

SNIFFLES

DOOR OPENS

Oh, sorry, I was...

I was gonna wait here for Joe.
I'll go somewhere else.

No, it's fine. I'll go.

Are you all right, Liza?
SHE SIGHS

I wish everyone
would stop asking me that.

You should have just left
well enough alone.

You deserve to be
with someone who...

Everyone's a bloody expert
on what I deserve!

Callum, you could have just come
to me

instead of involving
my whole family.

I didn't think
it would be appropriate from me.

So, why did you get involved
at all, then?

I'm sorry!

Tell Joe I'll speak to him later.

Good day, Miss Liza.

DOOR CLOSES

SIGHS GENTLY

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

It were me who asked Callum
to look into that slimy Blackwood.

SIGHS

If you want to be angry with anyone,
be angry with me.

I'm angry with meself
for being a bloody fool.

Blackwood is a fool.

Don't you ever forget that.

There's better things to do with
your life than marriage and men.

Eh?

Have you heard
from Lady Fitzherbert?

No. Why?

She told me she'd mark up my poem,
but it never arrived.

Perhaps she got busy, love.

Will she be here tomorrow?

I don't know.

I'm sure Lady Emma
won't let us down.

I'll help you practise.
Hang on a minute there.

Those need to go by the door.
All right, ma'am.

It's OK, ma'am.
I can practise by myself.

Is that your poem?

All right, come on.
Then we'll practise now.

Come on.
Thank you, Mrs Hardacre.

"Come, ye thankful people, come."

How could you let this happen?

It were a sophisticated scheme.

Callum said so himself.

The shops
are just back on their feet.

We still can't move
some of our products.

And you spend a chunk of money
that we don't have

on a machine
that you didn't even see?

The world's moving fast.
That's what you said.

All I'm trying to do
is make these shops work.

Oh, really? By overstocking them?

We needed variety.
By selling rotten fish!

We use those methods for years
at Shaw's, and no-one got sick.

And now the canning machine, Joe.
Yeah.

I trusted the wrong people,
but it was a good idea.

You still can't take responsibility.

I'm trying to, but you won't let me.
I've given you every opportunity.

You've breathed down my neck since
the day you gave me the bloody job!

If you don't trust me,
then why did you ask me to do it?

I only gave you the job
because I didn't want you to leave.

I didn't mean that. Joe...

I know what you meant.
DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Damn it!

More bridge?

Hm. I'm practising
with Imelda later.

Oh. Well, I suppose
I should be relieved

that you're not down the pub
betting on poker.

EXHALES DEEPLY

We'll make
a respectable lady of you yet.

LAUGHS

Hm.

I'm worried about Liza.

She'll be all right.

I just wish she'd stop being
so stubborn and let me help her.

Hm! Reminds me of someone.

You know, I'm worried I'm going
about it all the wrong way.

What, Liza,
or this thing with the school?

Both.

Trust your gut.

Yeah. Well, that's what's got me
in trouble so far.

Well, change always causes
a bit of trouble.

I know.

'What happened?'

Joe, talk to me.

That canning machine I bought?

It were a con.
BABY WHIMPERS

I lost the money.

I'm sorry, love.

One more disappointment
to add to me dad's list.

Mistakes happen.

But he put you in charge.
Don't forget that.

Yeah, only because he was afraid
of me quitting altogether.

Betsy, he doesn't see me
running the business.

Did he say that?

I don't know why I bother trying.

HE SIGHS

People say things
in the heat of the moment.

He's lucky to have you.

And if he can't see that, maybe
it's time for us to make a change.

Queen of clubs.

Another trick.

Well, of course we're going to win,
playing like this.

No, no, it's not just about winning.

We're learning about each other.

I've seen several of your tells.

Oh, give over. I've given nowt away.

You shift to the left of your seat

when you make a bid
you're not sure we can win.

The chair's lumpy.

And you scratch your eyebrow
when you've been dealt a bad hand.

You need to get your eyes checked.

It's not an insult.

We're playing well together
because of it.

OK. When you have a good hand,

you put your little finger
on the edge of the card.

And whenever you have diamonds,
you touch your brooch.

You see? It's working!

Good mesh!

Diamonds.
Yes.

But how can we be sure when
we're playing with an open hand?

Then let's play properly.

Brand, fetch Lord
and Lady Fitzherbert, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Isn't it strange how so many people
have a problem with the school?

It just feels like from day one,
it's been problem after problem.

You know, teachers don't like it,
husbands don't like it.

Let's just hope
Balfour is impressed,

or you might have to step back.

You're not serious?

Mary, that association could ruin
our family name,

never mind severely damage
the business.

Don't be ridiculous.
Don't be naive!

We need to think
about family security.

You're jeopardising our reputation.

Joe's throwing away money
we don't have.

Is this about family, Sam?

Cos it sounds a lot like business
to me.

The business is part of our family.

I'm not saying
the shops aren't important,

but so is the school,
and so are our children.

Balfour has it in for you.

We could lose everything
if you don't stop.

I set out to do something,
and I'm gonna see it through.

We can't win every battle, Mary.

Well, we can try.

Eleven tricks, and that's the game.

Ooh!
Oh, dear.

I think we've had quite enough
for one night.

George.
Oh! Oh, yes, yes.

Oh, I bid you good night.

Night.
Good night.

Ah!
CHUCKLES

There. Are you convinced?
Oh, we are bloody decent, all right.

I can't wait to see the look
on their faces when we win. Yeah.

Hit 'em where it hurts -
their pride and their purses.

Ooh.

Speaking of purses,
what will you bring as collateral?

Collateral?

Well, it's routine
in games of this calibre.

Well, what kind of collateral?

Well, I'll bring rubies,
but in the absence of precious gems,

the deeds to a house
like Hardacre Hall would suffice.

You know, the usual.

OK. The usual, right.

Well, I'd be happy
to provide collateral for us both

if you can't afford it.

The Hardacres are bloody good
for it.

I will be here tomorrow
with the collateral.

Oh, excellent!

Cheers.

Hm.

Darling, are you ready?
We don't want to be late.

Are you ready
for the Harvest Festival?

I have a dreadful migraine.
I just don't think I can manage it.

Mary will have to organise
the students on her own.

Of course.

Better you're not there
to see me lose.

HE CHUCKLES

I'm sure
you'll do wonderfully, George.

Yes.
Er...

Please offer my deepest apologies
to Mrs Hardacre.

Of course.

Best you feel better, dear.
Hm.

Oh, hello! Are you all right?

Hello, ladies. Good to see you.
Hello.

I'm so glad you're here.
Don't forget to buy some pickles.

All right.

Oh, and your bread
is always the best.

Thank you.
Not forgetting yours.

WOMAN: Ah, thank you, Mrs Hardacre.
It looks amazing!

Mr Beesley.
Ma'am.

Can't wait to try.
Mrs Hardacre, hi.

George.
Please feel free to imbibe.

I will. I've heard great things
about your rhubarb.

At your leisure, madam.

Mrs Henderson,
you never let us down.

Thank you, ma'am.
Are we all in good order?

Getting there, ma'am.
Good. Good, good.

Ooh, stew.

This smells wonderful.

Here, I'll have a go.

There we go. Ah!

Welcome to
the Hardacre Harvest Festival.

Now, I've got something to show you.
Come on.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

No, I shouldn't have pushed you
when you were upset.

I'm not upset.
All right!

Look.
Lemon drops!

Yeah. You see, no good
harvest festival goes without 'em.

Listen, the right person's
out there, love,

someone that you can trust.

What if there isn't, though?

What do you mean?
Joe's working.

Harry's got university.
What do I do if I don't get married?

With Edward, I could see something
in my future at least.

It just don't seem fair.

I know.

I know, and I'm sorry, love.

I'm sorry.

'I'm so frustrated.'

I've got lots of dreams, Betsy.

You know that.

But I can't do 'em
with him breathing down my neck.

You've fixated
on winning his approval.

I've got dreams, too, Joe.

And do you know what
they all start with? Our family.

You, me, little Samuel.

I keep imagining
what it would feel like

if we felt free to build
the life we wanted.

I know. I imagine it, too, Betsy.

But you know what it'd mean.

Mr Balfour. Thank you for coming.

Mr Hardacre. Pleasure.

Mrs Hardacre.

So, this vigilance society...
SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

National Vigilance Association.
Right.

Of course,
the National Vigilance Association.

What's it do exactly?

Well, it's a self-appointed society.

More of a vocation, really.

We uphold moral standards
for the collective good.

Oh, that's, erm...
that's very thoughtful.

So, you appoint yourselves, and then
you decide what is and isn't moral.

Yes.
And that includes schools.

It includes anything that may expose
citizens to illicit materials

or radical thoughts.

Oh, I can assure you, Mr Balfour,

we have nothing like that
in our school. Hm.

Usually, we work
with the Board of Education,

which has appointed teachers
and trained professionals.

What you've set up is different.

It was hardly the first of its kind.
Indeed.

Indeed. I just want to help
in whatever way I can.

And this class is doing
some real good, Mr Balfour.

A lovely sentiment, Mrs Hardacre.
Thank you.

But let me be the judge of that.

Lady Agatha and Lady Caroline.

You're most welcome.

Shall we get the business
out of the way?

Collateral.

My rare rubies from Burma.

A promissory note
to my house in Cornwall.

And mine in Windsor.

And mine in Yorkshire.

Well.

Let's begin.

Third prize.

Well done.

Second prize.

Ah!

No hard feelings, Lord Fitzherbert.

And first prize.

This exquisite...

rhubarb cordial.

George!
Bravo!

I do love a sharp drink in autumn.

CHUCKLES

Congratulations.
Thank you so much.

Well done, George.
Thank you.

Best of three. Are we agreed?

Absolutely.

It'll only take two games
to wipe the floor with 'em.

Confident?

They're always confident to begin.

Bidding. One heart.

No bid.

Two hearts.
No bid.

Four hearts.

No bid.

May I lead?
You may.

Erm... hello, everybody. Hello.
Could I just get your attention?

Thank you. Hm.

I hope you're enjoying
the harvest festivities.

Now, I'd like to invite
some of our students up

to recite some harvest poetry,

so if you'd like to just join me
in welcoming them.

Please welcome Maggie to the stage.

I think you'll enjoy these.

STUTTERS,
SIGHS

CLEARS THROAT

SOFTLY: I'm sorry. I can't do it.

That's our first win.

Eleven tricks.

Told you. You two are in trouble.

Ready for round two?
Too right.

Betsy! Betsy, get up there!

Go on.

Oh, dear.

Come, ye thankful people, come.

MAGGIE MUTTERS

Come, ye thankful people, come

BOTH: Raise the song of harvest home

All is safely gathered in

Ere the winter storms begin

God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied

Come to God's own temple, come

Raise the song of harvest home

All the world is God's own field

Fruit is praise, to God we yield

Wheat and tares together sown

Are to joy or sorrow grown

First the blade and then the ear

Then the full corn shall appear.

Well done.

Ten tricks. Our game.

Still confident?

We've still got the last hand.

Winner takes all.

Is Joe here?
Oh, what's happened now?

No, no, no. I have good news.

The company we bought the canning
machine from were in touch.

So they haven't pulled a fast one?
No.

Some of their workers came down
with Russian flu

while they were moving offices.

Dreadful. But the machine
will arrive next week.

Tell Joe I owe him an apology.
But he was still reckless.

Well?
A splendid day, Mrs Hardacre.

You've done a wonderful job.
Thank you, sir.

I'm not sure
why anyone was so concerned.

Your students
can barely get through a poem.

Excuse me?

When I first met you,
I was somewhat concerned.

A woman with little education
herself attempting to teach others.

Now, hold on here a minute.

No, no, Sam. Let Mr Balfour
tell us what he thinks.

What I mean is

I can see you're just like
all the other women of your ilk.

Bored, money to spare,
a whim of an idea.

Why, I doubt this school
will make it through winter

before you move on
to something else.

That said, I do have a few
suggestions I'd like to offer...

This school is not a hobby.

I think he's well aware of that.
No, no, no.

Why should we bow down
to someone like him?

He ain't got a bloody clue
what he's talking about.

How dare you!

No - how dare you judge us!

Now, this school is changing things.

Education is powerful.

It's giving our students a voice,

a voice to stand up
to the landlords,

to their employers, hell,
even to their own bloody husbands.

Mr Hardacre, are you going to allow
your wife to speak to me this way?

Allow!

Yeah, because that's what it's
all about, isn't it, Mr Balfour?

Allowing.

You are treading
on dangerous territory.

Well, I must be doing
summat right, then.

My wife has a point, Mr Balfour.

You saw the students for yourself.

This is about changing things.
Surely that's what matters?

I can and will close down
this school.

Well, you do as you must.

But if people want an education,
they're gonna go looking for it.

If anyone is to educate
the people around here,

it will be done the right way.

I will contact
the Board of Education

and request
an immediate intervention.

This school is finished.

Good day to you.

Let's make this more interesting.

Raise the bets?

You want to play the collateral?

Is that more than you can spare?

LADY IMELDA SCOFFS

This is so typical.

You have a bad hand,

and you're hoping
that by pricing us out,

we'll pass
and we'll start a new contract.

We could just call it quits.

We each won one game.

Oh. Hang on.

We've already started
the third game.

The cards are dealt.

If you're certain you'll win,

then there shouldn't be an issue
raising the bet.

The only other option is forfeit.

Let's play.

I return in a blaze of glory!

Compress! Give me
the compress, quickly!

Oh, yes!

To the victor, the spoils.

Oh, Papa, you won!

Oh! Well done, George!

We must all have a taste.
Oh, yes.

How did the reading go?
Oh, the students did splendidly.

Oh! And Maggie?

Wonderfully.
Oh, thank goodness.

But, er...

...I overheard word
that the school was to be shut down.

I'm sorry, darling.

I know how much you enjoyed
teaching there.

Papa, bring the cordial over.

'I'm sorry, Mary.'

Is there anything I can do?

No, you were right.
SHE SNIFFLES

There are some battles we can't win.

I was so nervous.
Everyone's talking about you.

CHATTER CONTINUES

What am I gonna tell 'em?

You're gonna tell them that
you tried everything that you could.

Sometimes, things don't work out
the way we want them to.

You know that.
Yeah.

Hm?

That's six tricks to us.

We have six, too.

Next trick wins.

My lead.

Our trick.
And our game.

What? No... I thought we had it.

I thought you had
the jack of diamonds.

Oh, dear.

You've lost Hardacre Hall.

I've come to collect a debt.

You haven't bet the house of cards?

Proof of collateral was required.

I'd love to have my say.
Perhaps you should.

Everyone's free to stand
for that election. Even a woman?

I'm just exploring new ideas

on how to grow the business.
And you like mine?

Yes. Yes, I do.
Bloody hell!

Why are you taking away
all I worked so hard for?

I don't wanna be a part of your
new-fangled vision of the future.

A scandalous letter has come
into my possession.

It was written by your younger son.

How did you get hold of it?

We have to do something.
We're helpless to stop her.

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