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I'm keeping my distance,
in case I smash his face in.

Don't do that.

Esther'll be gone soon,
then things'll change.

Leave her alone from now on.

Or what? Are you going to go running
to Esther? I don't need Esther.

Are you sure about that?

It's very sad to drink alone,
Miriam.

Just one, then.

I have a sweetheart back home,

Emily. I can't walk out with you.

If you change your mind, you'll know
where I'll be, I'll be dancing!

You're not warming to her, are you?

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I'm relying on you to get
the girls there. Where?

Kersal Moor, Chartist rally.

What's this? Well, what's this?

A shoemaker keeping factory hours?

Next you'll be using your tools
to mend our broken furniture.

What's broken?

My bed. It rolls and shakes.

And I'm not one that likes
to keep stone-still on my back.

Do you think you've the right
tool for the job?

I may have.

Come see me tonight, then.

Right.

This rally is our chance
to prove that the Charter is

the will of the people.

That we are united and can't...
We WON'T be ignored. Once

we have a vote, we have a voice.

And this is just the beginning.
It's on a Monday.

Who can go to a rally on a Monday?

We'll ask them to close
the mill for the day.

It'll never happen. Other mills
are closing for the day.

Goyt's, Orrell's.
There's a march from Oldham.

"A vote for all men
21 years of age." It's all men.

We must start with what we can win.

Tonight's the night
I finally start on Will Whittaker.

What makes you so sure?
The stink on you ruined my dinner.

It's like eating in the privy!

Was that your porridge?
And she poured the pot on me

this morning.
She's done it before, too.

You let her?
Well, what can we do?

I wish you were still in the dorm.

Get a bucket of horse piss from the
wash barrel, see how she likes it.

No! You'll only make it worse.

I said to keep Maud away!
Maud! Maud!

Oh, damn!
Here, it's a two-man job.

Well, then our husbands
should do it.

Angela, watch your sister!

I don't know how
you manage with four.

Job and Will were working
by the time I had the younger ones.

The mill was easier.

A walk to Kersal Moor on Monday
will feel like a holiday.

You coming?

I don't get involved.

We take care of the men,
let the men take care of the world.

Don't you find it lonely?
At home all day?

The harder they work,

the more we must make a home
they want to return to.

Oi! Who has it, who's got me clog?

It wasn't me!

There! It's there.

Do you think this is funny?

And that's an end to it!
You leave Mary-Ann alone!

Now, got to run.
I'm expecting a visitor.

According to James Windell,
they seem unsettled.

Windell understands facts
and figures, not flesh and blood.

Our hands are content.
They appreciate what I do for them.

This Chartist nonsense,
it won't affect us.

Enter.

Ah, good. Great news, Peter.
Wonderful news.

Will you fetch me my address book

and the seal on your way out,
darling?

Parliament has decided.

From August 1st, negro
apprenticeship will be abolished

in the colonies.
Can you believe it?

Congratulations. Long overdue.

Now, as you know,
Joseph Sturge has worked

tirelessly for this,
so I thought it right

to send him a letter of thanks.

Shall I read it out, or do you
trust me enough just to sign it?

It is a little overwhelming, I know.

But it's true.

You and your people
are finally free.

Sign here.

If you need furniture fixing,
pay a carpenter.

All done.

You may go now, Peter.
Thank you, ma'am.

My uncle saw me leave,

demanded to know where
I was going and I answered.

And you couldn't say the alehouse?

Or the shop? Or hell in a handcart?

He asked.
I heard myself tell the truth.

I could have cut out my tongue.

What use would you be then?

I could come tonight?
Does your bed still shake?

It's all yours. Morning, Mr Howlett.

You better go first.

Much work on next week, Will?

No.

Might be a good time to go
and see Emily.

And it would be good to hear

if there's been any news
of Job's regiment.

That's a great idea, John.

Emily wouldn't want me
just to turn up with no warning.

She'd want nothing better.

Someone would have heard
something by now. The four

lads from the village
joined up together.

One of them would have sent
a letter or some kind of message.

I don't know.

You made a promise to that girl.

And she's from a good family.

When I've saved enough,
I'll bring her up here.

She'll be all cobwebs and no teeth.

For the journey.

Ask her to come back with you,
if you like.

I'll do you some food to take.

All the workers are behind it.

All the workers are behind it?

Mills are closing
right across the north.

The march from Macclesfield
will pass here on the way.

How will that look?

Macclesfield masters supporting
the call for democracy,

while the Greg family, who pride
themselves on listening to the

workers, turn a deaf ear.

What do you think, Windell?

If he speaks for himself, he
can afford to lose a day's pay.

Most people would give up
a day for such a cause.

Most now? A moment ago it was "all".

But, I respect and have no reason

to fear the honest opinion
of my workforce.

May I ask you something?

If you want.

Will you teach me to read?

To read? Um... If you want to read,
I'm sure Mrs Greg will teach you.

I want you to teach me.

Oh, but I... I don't know
when we'd find the time.

An early finish.

Sorry, Mr Bate tells me
that sacrificing a few hours' pay

for some greater cause
is acceptable.

Desirable, even.
What greater cause, sir?

This rally. Monday.

I'm informed that attending
is worth a day's pay to you.

Do you feel it your duty
to walk to this meeting,

or is this rabble-rousing
by a noisy few?

An honest day's work for me.

If I want to be preached at,
I go to church.

And the minister would tell
you to know right from wrong.

The system needs reforming.

No reform will ever be
enough for the likes of you.

What did the last
great reform give us?

Greg and Sons employ 2,000 people.

How many of us were granted the
right to vote in the last election?

Barely more than Samuel Greg
and his five sons.

And now Robert Greg is an MP.
And that's reform?

Why should only money have
a voice in parliament?

I want to work Monday.
Where's my voice?

We're listening to it now,
aren't we?

Every man has the right to be heard

and Kersal Moor is the next big step
on the road to universal suffrage.

I'll see a show of hands.

Who'd have me close
the mill on Monday?

Esther Price.

It's not a vote, it's a question.

Who'll put their hands up
and risk the knacker's yard?

Are you suggesting I'd hold
this vote against you?

I'm suggesting who'd risk it?
So what would you have me do?

Not see who votes what.
A secret ballot.

There you go, one of them.
It's in the charter!

How many men have got into Parliament
because voters work and live on their land

and have to raise their hands in
front of them? Stones in a sack.

Two different sacks.
Hide them somewhere.

Here you are, take this.

This one means close the mill.
This, keep it running.

One man, one vote. Behind the cart.

The final decision rests with me.

Oversee proceedings, Windell.

You'd give the vote to every drunk
and dullard in the country.

What next? Women? Negroes?

Eh. Vote to close
for your Will's sake.

Shoes will wear out
marching to Kersal Moor.

There'll be a queue outside
your door.

It'll have to be a long 'un.
He'll be halfway to Bledlow by now.

Gone to be with his sweetheart.

Vote! Vote for a day off!

Yeah! Come on!

The final decision rests with you.

But I know you respect the honest
opinion of your workforce.

Ensure the stokers are
an hour early on Tuesday.

The boiler will need some work if
left unattended for two whole days.

Is this wise, master? It could be
the thin end of the wedge.

No-one but Bate will actually go.
It'll save us a day's wages

and the goodwill
shall serve me well.

A day off Monday!

Don't waste it!

So that's when we can start your
lessons. If you still want to.

I want to very much.

If Will couldn't see what he had...

He didn't 'have' me.
I'd sooner dock a pig.

I'll skip tea tonight, come over.

You'll not miss him
if you've got me there.

I know how to look after you.

Oh, Windell'll catch you
and have you working overtime.

Ha! I'll cook something.
I've been practising.

Patience'll get me.

If she was going to do something,
she'd have done it last night.

Said she were thinking.

Thinking, and thinking,
and now she's thought!

Just stay out of her way.

Hang on, Lucy.

What are you doing here?

Oi!

I've spent all day in cold,
damp clothes.

So I thought, after tea, I'll
dunk you and Lucy in the trough.

And I'll do it every night
until one of you drowns.

Lucy! I was right! She's
in there now, and she's mad.

Keep away from her.

Be at the rally later.

See you at Kersal Moor.

Meeting at Kersal Moor.

If everyone thinks like that,
there'll be no-one there.

If people are going from all over,
they're not going to miss me.

I might follow you on.

Miriam can't come.

The Windell's are making
the apprentices do

chores about the house.
Are you ready, Boon?

Long walk with my feet.

You can lead a horse to water,
but you can't make it drink.

Can I have a horse?

No.

No, we're going on a big
walk with your dad.

A big walk with
lots and lots of people.

Will there be horses there?

I'll be your horse. Come on.

Walk on.

We should get out,
we've been here all weekend.

Someone could see us -
HE could see us.

What are you so scared of?
He's not your dad.

I know. My dad died at Waterloo.

I was still in my mother's belly.

She died a few weeks
after I was born -

a broken heart. John took me in.

He didn't have to, but he did.

I owe him a lot.

It doesn't mean you have
to live by his rules.

Just live your own life, Will,
not the one he wants you to have.

I'm here, aren't I?

Yeah, as long as we're in hiding,
you're happy.

Aren't you happy?

Like this?

I'm going!

Come with me, or I might just
find someone more exciting.

At a Chartist meeting?

It's not all speeches, you know.

No? They have nude races there, too.

They do.

Well, used to.

It was a tradition
at Kersal Moor Fair.

Single men looking for a wife

would strip off and run a race
to impress the local maids.

You're making it up.

They had nothing to hide.

I'm going, see if I can
find a man who's not ashamed

to be seen with me.

Are you not joining us, brother?

They don't care. They do.

Not enough to prise them
from their beds or the inns.

Look.

This is not the only way
to Kersal Moor.

Have faith.

If anyone asks, I'm delivering coal.

There's more than one door.

'Wet floor. Do not enter'.

Which is Africa?

Um...

All of this.

And Dominica?

Well, that is somewhere... here.

And where are we now?

Here.

We'd better get started.

Can we start with names?

I think we should do letters first.

Letters and names.
The important people, like...

Miriam.

It's a horse!

It's a tired horse. Do you want
to get down and walk for a bit?

No, it's a horse.

I told you.

Have faith. Unstoppable.

We are! Unstoppable!

Come on!

Good!

Very good.

Any more?

Vernon.

V...

E...

R...

N...

O and then another N.

Vernon.

That's an unusual name.
Is it your father?

No.

My father was Peter.

Then who's Vernon?

Who's Vernon?

What's going on?

I've nearly finished, Mr Windell.

Oh, Peter's
just delivering coal.

Do you know where Mary-Ann
and Lucy are?

They've been missing
since this morning. No.

Do you know why Lucy's face
is like it is?

No.

I should go.

What'll they do to us when
we get back? What'll Patience do?

But she looked more like Despair
And she cried out in the air

My father Time is weak and grey

With waiting for a better day

Rise like lions after slumber

In unvanquishable numbers

Shake your chains to earth like dew

Which in sleep had fallen on you.

Ye are many, they are few!

We are many, they are few!
We are many, they are few!

Esther'll help us, won't she?
When we get back?

We are many, they are few!

Don't worry,
it's going to be all right.

We are many, they are few!
We are many, they are few!

We are many, they are few...

Let's go back to the edge where
there's room to have our picnic.

I'm sure that's Feargus O'Connor.

100 yards nearer and we
could hear what he's saying.

Daniel, we ARE stoppable.

We can't get any nearer,
there's too many people.

O'Connor's speech,
copies of O'Connor's speech!

Pass it on! Here! Over here.

And every year since,
on that anniversary,

she flew the black petticoat she were
wearing that day from a flagpole!

But this year, this year
the troops raided her home

and seized 'em.
Is this why our boys joined the army?

To attack innocent protestors
and seize our petticoats?

Women too can help in the struggle.

Aye up.

What's this?

Are you here for the race?
What race?

Ah, now you've seen the competition,
you're backing out?

Put your clothes on, Will.
Backing out? Of what?

The naked race.
The boys show the girls

what they've got
and the winner bags the bread.

I thought that was just a story.
Does it really happen?

Not this year. Doesn't look
like your boys are man enough.

I'll show you who's man enough.
And where's the finishing line?

First to the nearest
beer cart and back again.

We stand together as one,
brothers and sisters!

Shoulder to shoulder to shake the
very foundations of Parliament.

If anyone asks me what I mean
by universal suffrage,

I would answer that every
working man in the land

had a right to a good coat
to his back.

That's a scandal!

Every working man
has the right to a coat!

..No more work than was necessary
for keeping him in health,

and as much wages as would
afford him all the blessings

and enjoyment of life.

And the means to achieve all that,
the best means,

is to get a voice in Parliament.
Sign the petition.

Add your name to the
demand for democracy and justice!

800,000 people
signed the Tolpuddle petition,

and we got them back from Australia.

This will be even bigger.

I'll make a banner with some of
the women from the village.

Look who it is!

Esther! You came!

I did.

Does John Howlett know?
He will do. Weren't it unbelievable?

We're on our way!

Do you want me
to come in with you?

They should hear it from me first.

Eh, good luck.

Who's that? Will?

Back already? Any news of Job?

His regiment? Let the lad
get through the door first.

Sorry, yes. Did you hear anything?

No, sorry.

Did you see Betty Carter?
She must have heard something.

Or Sarah Cooper,
has she heard from her Ben?

Someone must have heard something!

No news is good news, Bec.

How was young Emily?

Um... Emily's...

Well, she's... she's
with another man.

Oh, Will. I'm so sorry,
you poor boy.

That's why you're back so soon.

It's OK. I mean, I'm fine.

Smells like you've been
drowning your sorrows.

We should never have come here.

No, we should. Emily's the past now.

Just be sure Esther Price
ain't your future.

She had a man in her rooms
all weekend.

You're a liar, Will Whittaker.

Mr Windell tells me
you were missing without permission.

And I'm guessing you got that
at that damn fool meeting.

You'll make it up in overtime.

Go on.

Wind it up! What's happened?

We threw wash over Patience.

Why didn't you come to see me?

Well, you were busy

docking a pig.

Is there a problem, Mr Howlett?

Yes! Why haven't you started yet?

Anything we want, we can achieve.

We just have to stand together,
work together.

We are many.

But she is few.

You didn't vote.

I didn't see the point.

We closed the mill.

So my vote didn't matter.

But you had one, you had one.

I gave it to you.

You think I couldn't pick
that up for myself?

Don't you understand it,
or don't you care?

You had your day out, a nice walk
in the country. What's changed?

I'm still a nigger with a shovel.

Why should I care
about you and Parliament?

Every decision they make
affects every one of us,

every day of our lives.

Not me! They abolished slavery.

I became an apprentice.
So it affected you? It was worse!

Worse than slavery?

Show me the difference.

Which is a slave stripe,
which is an apprentice?

Can you tell?

Can you?

Well, now that's over, too.

So my vote didn't matter.

There were 300,000 people
there yesterday.

We're gonna create the biggest
petition the world has ever seen.

You can shrug,

or you can sign.

Sign. And one day we'll have working
men like us in Parliament.

Not like me.

Men like us wouldn't have taken
hundreds of years to abolish slavery,

and we'd ensure a fair day's
wage for a fair day's work.

This matters.

I can write my name. Then sign.

Miriam taught me
whilst you were at your meeting.

Oi! You forgetting something?

No.

No more. This stops now.

Who says?

Me. Me.

Me. Me.

Me.

Er, what's happening here?

They're picking on me, Mrs Greg.

Is that true, all of you?

You ought to be ashamed
of yourselves.

The Times estimate's 30,000
in attendance.

The Chartists are saying
significantly more.

I fear the genie's
out of the bottle.

Tell him he can't do that here.

Will this take long?

When you were a boy, don't you
remember how exciting it was

getting news from home?

I don't remember our lessons
being interrupted for it.

Here he is now. Come in, Peter.

I've a letter from your mother.

I wonder if she's heard yet...? No!

Thank you, Mrs Greg.

A friend will read it to me later.

May I?

Thank you.

It seems he doesn't need you
as much as you thought.

Well, I'm glad he's making friends.

Mother, your letters,

they meant the world to me.

I know.

I beg your pardon, Mrs Greg, but may
I speak to you about Patience Dunne?

I'm worried about her. Why?

I think she may run away or worse.

The other girls make her life
a misery, Miss.

They even poured a bucket of wash
on her the other day.

Is there any way you could move her
before something terrible happens?

It's never wise to bow to mob rule.

She cries herself to sleep
every night.

Patience Dunne does?

She was a very melancholy
little child

when she first came here.

Was she? She's known more than
her fair share of misfortune.

Have her moved
to the servant's quarters.

We need another
pair of hands in the house.

Your cuts and bruises sustained
in defence of Patience, were they?

Nothing gets past you, Mr Windell.

What's happened?

Every night, I lie in bed
worrying about Job.

Don't you worry about him?

Don't you wonder how he is?

He's been like a brother to you
since you were a baby.

I told 'em.

Then when you said Emily
had found another

and all the time it was you,
down there with her.

"They say the market square
we have hated

"with all our hearts
will become our playground.

"Even old Mary-Alice with legs as
bent as palm trees has promised

"on the day we are free,
she will dance there.

"How do folks forget so quickly?

"I will not dance.

"Not until you stand before me

"and tell me
that our family is truly free

"in blood and spirit.

"I long for that day.

"Ever yours...

"Mother."

She must feel a long way away.

Let me take you for a drink

to thank you for reading.

Bec is the only woman
I've ever known.

I love her with all my heart.

And I'm proud to call her my wife.

But I was a boy like you, once.

I understand temptation.

Did you two find the time to talk?

Yeah.

And you had things in common?

Lots.

It's not just temptation.

I really do like her.

You both lost your parents
when you were young. Am I right?

You had a family to take you in.
She went to the workhouse.

And that's who she is.
That's not all she is.

Were you her first?

Were you?

You won't be her last.

Women like that will never be tamed.

I just want the best for you, Will.

I owe that to your ma and pa.

What's up?

Have you never seen
Miriam Catterall before?

Take a seat.

Miriam. Will you sign
the petition for the charter?

I hear you used the day off to
teach Peter how to write his name.

That's right.

Once Parliament represents us all,

everyone will have the time
to learn to read and write.

And that would be good.

Thank you. You're welcome.

At last!

I was beginning to think
Big John had killed you.

I've made a mistake.

A huge mistake.

I shouldn't have gone with you
and it can't happen again.

Are you serious?

Me and you are no good.

Sorry.

No, I... thought I knew who you were,
Will Whittaker, but I was wrong.

You're weak.

You're a weak, pathetic little boy
and I don't need you any more.

Go away!

Do you want to dance?
No, thank you.

Your sweetheart doesn't mind, do you?
She's not my sweetheart.

Maybe you should just go home,
Esther.

Dance. Oh, come on. Dance.

What's the matter? Dance.

Have you never danced before? Dance!

Well done, Esther.

Esther didn't mean
to upset you or anything.

She's just, you know,
Esther - and drunk.

Back home...

when the master wasn't happy
with an apprentice,

we were sentenced to the workhouse
to dance the treadmill.

Six or eight at a time, we stand
along a step on a big wheel,

strapped to a bar overhead by our
wrists and we keep it turning.

The women was obliged
to tie up their clothes

and half-expose themselves.

There was one woman,
belonged to Mr Wallace.

She don't tie up her clothes
high enough so her foot catch

and she slip.

She hang by the wrists and the mill
steps keep on batter her legs

and knees and the driver with
the cap keep on flog her.

And all the time we keep on
running and turning the mill.

If we stop so she can
catch the step...

..the driver flog us most dreadful
and say, "Dance, boy...

"..dance."

No-one will tell me
when to dance ever again.

I didn't mean to upset you,
I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

I told you I'm a good talker.

I make them cry, I make them laugh.

I shouldn't have done that.

No, I'm glad that you did.

That's not why I'm here.

You should be getting home.

"Vernon..." Who is Vernon?

He was close to my grandfather
when he died.

Vernon lives in England now.

I hope to meet him one day.

Lucy?

We're getting ready for bed.
Go home, Esther.

No, not until
I've sorted Patience out.

Well, you're too late.
We've sorted it.

Well, good for you. Aye, that's
great news, Luce, come with me.

Where to? Dunno.

For a walk somewhere?
Aye, I know how to take care of ya.

No.

Miriam?

If Black Peter isn't your sweetheart,
it's a lucky escape.

He's a mardy bastard,
what's the matter with him?

I had a lucky escape today.

Will doesn't want to see me any more.

Oh, so that's the real
reason why you're here?

No.

Well, yeah, I...
Oh, go home, Esther. Just go home.

Fine, I don't need you.
And I don't need you.

I'd like to go to Westminster and
smash their smug faces in!

I'm going back to the mill.
No, you're not.

It's about your son.
Timothy or Jack, sir?

The one in the Army.

Joe?

Oh, Peter. If you love me, marry me.

You weren't even a virgin.
Neither were you.

There's more chance
of me milking a pigeon

than taking Will Whittaker back.

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