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

Our little secret.

I've received complaints about the school.

From who?

That, madam, is confidential.

The right person's out there, love.

Jewel'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. Imagine it through,

Buster. The school is finished. Next trick wins.

Winner takes all.

What? I thought we had it.

Oh, dear.

You've lost heartache at all.

What a waste.

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

No, but a scaremongering riled up the figure in the school board.

Everyone's going to 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.

I came to collect my books.

Oh, see, they are, I think.

Thank you.

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's just a lovely reading.

I'm pleased to hear it.

Right. Um, I... I, uh... I

enjoy teaching very much.

Well, 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.

Or tell them that education isn't just for children.

I mean, why should adults that have missed out not have the same

Private, you should.

Everyone's free to stand for that election.

Even a woman?

Even a woman.

Good morning.

Lady Henson.

Your most welcome.

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

Ah, Lady Henson. What a pleasure.

And how can I help you?

I've come to collect a debt.

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

Tell us it isn't true, ma 'am. Tell us you haven't bet the house of cards. The

wages were high.

Proof of collateral was required.

But in God's name, Bethesda, have you lost your mind?

Oh, I know exactly how this happened.

Oh. Well, go on, then. You had to show the hoity -toities who was cleverest.

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?

Oh, just admit it, Ma. You were out -fucked. Out.

Don't you dare speak to her without me.

I see you are aware of...

A tragic loss at the card table, Mrs. Hardacre.

My mother has shown an appalling lack of judgment. It's a grave shock.

The consequences to your family are profound.

Yes, which is why I was hoping, given the circumstances at a friendly game

between ladies and improving relationship between our families, we

way forward.

Cancel the debt.

Yes. Probably 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.

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 was a snake, Mary.

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

You're full of contempt for the working poor. Your lives depend on us. Oh, no,

you. 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 recognize your families.

Dangerous aspirations right from the start.

The National Vigilance Association.

They're with you.

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 Devonsons the cottage is very well looked after. The

lodgers have a protected tenancy.

For life.

The door's over there.

You could have told me you had a plan all along. Well, a ladyship needed. I

think we were defeated before she let her hair down. Besides, I wasn't in the

mood after your unprovoked attack.

Unprovoked?

This way, if you please.

What's going on?

I've discovered a letter.

I wonder who it's from.

Mr. Caldwell.

Is there any news?

I'm being invited to Oxford to interview for a play. 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.

Dear Master Hardacre, what a pleasure to read your lively and vigorously argued

essay. Mr Lewis's belief in the originality of your mind has been borne

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.

I would all commit to Lewis. Nonsense.

You earned this, Harry.

Liza for these?

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

Yeah.

She's got a creative mind.

Not to worry about her, Sam.

That'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 brother she's watching.

Seeing them absorbed in their own pursuits and...

Longing for a purpose, herself.

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 Raden.

Is Liza about?

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

I heard you were looking for me. Liza, come in. Have a seat.

I made those plans 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 going to stop preening for days.

You could take some of the credit.

Home brand's very popular.

Well, maybe we could sell them other things that way.

I don't know.

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 middleman.

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?

Yeah. Yes, I do.

Oh.

Pussy hell.

Well, let me show you this.

My dearest Arthur, I have developed feelings towards you of a romantic

Right, same teams as last time.

Girls against the boys.

This Oxford interview's got me worried.

How on earth do I prepare, Arthur?

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

I wouldn't worry.

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

superior to a telly.

Harry, take your shot.

Tell us about my experience at Cambridge. I had this eccentric scholar

obsessively swatted flies throughout my interview.

Right, are we playing a game or what?

Because 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 my dad. But he liked an idea I had for a hardacre

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

Though I'm not surprised.

You serious?

Why would Dad talk about the business with you?

It's not my fault.

I was 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 going to advocate for the needs of our community if we don't?

Excuse me.

Lady Hanson has returned.

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 Hanson, so if you could be brief.

A candleless letter has come into my possession.

The contents an outrage to public decency.

And why did that concern us? It was written by your youngest son.

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

The letter is in safekeeping.

Yeah, I think we've done it again.

Let your son confirm or deny it.

Miss Lee, 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 Hanson here claims that you wrote an indecent letter

some sort.

How did you get hold of it?

I'd say that's besides 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.

And 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.

Inflagrant violation of the law. Enough!

Harry, come on. Come with me.

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

You left me no choice.

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

The reading list?

Yeah.

Only I wasn't entirely truthful either.

It was more personal, really.

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

Go on.

Lady Ansel is devious.

I've 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've 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

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 that lad thinking? He wasn't thinking, Sam.

He was acting on his feelings, love.

You know, 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.

Anything here?

No. You need to get your head straight, both of you.

Imelda has waged war on our family.

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 would 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 Hanson? Exactly.

Even an honourable magistrate can feel pressure to act if influential people

riled up.

You're familiar with the Oscar Wilde case?

New laws require little more than innuendo to justify prosecution.

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. Could have thought his mind so twisted

and salacious.

You couldn't have read his letter. You burned 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 him

into the wrong hands.

Precisely. It fell into mine.

I trusted you.

A stolen letter could expose Adela to accusations of theft.

Her actions were justified, given the letter's disgusting

contents.

Think, Mama. Our reputation could be damaged, too. We've an association with

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

Honor, Emma?

Family?

Honour.

You all right, Dad?

Yeah, why?

Just making sure you're all right.

Hi. Good.

Electricity's playing up.

It's always something.

Maybe we get wired up at the cottage.

Come over and visit.

Bet you'd love that.

What?

I'm inviting you round, Dad.

Would be nice to speak to you.

I hear Elijah's got some ideas about the business.

Not today, Joe.

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 going to 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 anymore.

Yes, you do.

You're Harry Hardacre.

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

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'm sorry.

You're going to be fine.

I promise you.

How could she do that?

Using me to wage war against the heartache. I'm so sorry, Adela.

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.

We're helpless.

We're just choosing to be.

My sweet boy.

Have I ever told you you have the kindest heart and a smile and

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 faced.

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.

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 Joel...

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, Adela.

Her reputation's ruined.

Can I offer anyone a cordial? No, thank you.

positively radiant.

Something wonderful has happened.

I'm engaged to be married.

How delightful.

May I ask to whom?

To me, darling.

Harry and I have been admiring one another for months, and today I accepted

offer of marriage.

We've never been up here.

Either you've been brainwashed or blackmailed,

Adela. Harry Hardacre is a degenerate.

You are mistaken.

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

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.

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?

Merci, Harry Sutter.

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

As am I.

If 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 Adela.

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.

One word, two syllables.

Stop.

Halt.

Hand.

Thumb.

Sounds like hand -thumb. Hand -thumb. Hand -thumb.

Come on. Five seconds.

Say it again.

Hand -thumb. Mantra.

Mantra. Time's up.

You bloody divvy. The university were wasted on you. That's for the brush,

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

Oh,

what's this now? Bloody headstone.

Oh, don't joke about things like that.

Actually, mine'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 better 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 and family.

Oh, I'll drink to that.

Yeah, that's lovely.

What about our acre and son?

You always said it with natural order.

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

Well, this is the best of both worlds, John. 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.

Say wrong, Mary.

I think you were hasty.

And bold.

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

Jo just needs some time, love.

Mom?

Thank you.

I...

Oh, you an apology, Mary.

Your family has suffered greatly at our hands, and I am deeply sorry for it.

I appreciate that.

But you were responsible for your mother's actions.

I could have been stronger.

I had to send your mother away.

It takes courage.

I was inspired by Adela.

And you.

If you were willing, Mary, I hoped that we might become

prince.

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.

But the election's today.

I haven't campaigned. I doubt I'd get the vote.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Perhaps you should go see for yourself.

I turn out, didn't I?

I don't know what to say.

I mean, this must have taken so much work.

It didn't, Mrs Ardacre.

Once the women knew you were running, they spread the word themselves.

Thank you.

Congratulations, Adela.

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

Yes, it is.

Harry and I are in no rush at all.

Thanks for saving Harry.

It really means the world to us.

It's 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 Beazley. Good evening.

Good evening, everyone.

Good evening. Good evening, Joe.

Good evening.

How are you, son?

I'm all right.

Could do with no more family drama, though.

Oh, I'll have a second, though.

See? Having great fun.

What did I tell you?

Oh.

Since it's been a weekend of family announcements, me and Betsy have one of

own. You're having another baby?

Quiet.

Joe's making a toast.

No, it's not a toast.

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 were moving to America.

To start a new chapter in our lives.

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 of my life.

And you walk away.

Well, thanks for the support, Dad. Because of a classic Joe overreaction.

Another sudden and extreme decision made without any advice.

Yeah.

It's sudden.

But 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?

I'll 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 you earned me one.

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

Oh, God forbid it won't be forever.

No -one wanted this, Liza.

But you can't hold yourself back till your brother moves forward.

Well, maybe I don't want it.

No.

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.

And I know you'll be...

not be good at it.

But I can't carry the burden of your 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.

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

to him that I'd never seen in him before.

Aye.

There was.

There was a confidence, too.

Mm.

There'll be no change in 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 grape water and teething powder for baby, licorice and mint humbug for

you. Thank you.

I'll miss you all so much.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

I won't be long.

Right.

You'll do brilliantly, Liza.

I'll miss you madly.

You've been such a good man, Kel.

Can't thank you enough.

I can't wait to hear about America.

Let's look at Oxford, pal.

I'm excited for you.

I need to be accepted first.

Yes, you will.

You'll find it.

Well,

don't be forgetting us.

And I'll be expecting a letter every fortnight.

Let the world on fire.

You show up what you're made of.

I love you.

Keep them bloody yanks in line, do you hear me?

I'll do my best, Mum.

I'm still very proud of you.

You there?

First one flowing the net.

Harry will be next.

Off to Oxford soon, I'm sure.

Mm. And Liza, your new business partner?

Well, the only confidence that's changed is not how the fan goes.

Mm. One chapter ends and a new one begins.