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I told you they're gone, cousin Jason.

You're frightened.

I'm not.

You are. You're frightened. You don't want to go.

No, I don't want to go, but I'm not frightened.

Come on, then, or we'll be too late.

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

to bestow upon us the fruits of creation, that we may follow in the

power of Satan.

Feast your eyes, for we are about to make our dedication to the God of evil.

We dedicate our sacrifice.

It was your son, Lord Netherden.

My apologies, gentlemen.

He will not harm you. Have no fear.

Come here, boy.

No. No, you shan't beat him.

This is my house.

He is my son.

I shall do as I please.

No one will challenge my word in this house.

I wish you were dead.

I wish you were dead!

A bit too much of your mother about you, boy.

Oh,

Jason.

He will not harm you again.

You called, milady?

Have the coach made ready, Timothy. We leave this house tonight.

Tell no one, you understand?

I understand, milady.

Please, mother, may I ride with Timothy?

Yes, darling, you may.

You're a good boy, Thomas.

It's the shaft bolt, m'lady. I think I... What is it, Timothy?

Riders, m'lady.

dead as far as I'm concerned.

Jason. He's here, my lady.

There's a forester's cottage not far from here. You rest while I... No,

Timothy.

Take Jason away.

But, Mother, we... Go with Timothy, my son.

Away. Far away.

We turn there only when... when... Mother!

When you're old enough to combat his evil with goodness.

When that time comes we will return together.

Timothy will look after you.

Stay with him.

Be as his son.

That worked out all right, didn't it? He quite liked it.

Let's have a swim.

What, another one? Yeah.

You'll wash yourself away, you know.

What's the matter?

No chance of you doing that, is there? Get out of it.

Hey!

Come on, give me my clothes, will you?

Come and get it.

Oh, don't be silly. I'll catch cold.

Jason.

At least give me my towel.

Now, don't be silly.

I'm cold.

Oh, Jason.

I'm freezing.

Are you keen on swimming?

Don't say you're going to join us.

Timothy wants you.

Something about your father.

What about him? I don't know, but he says it's important.

Hey, what about my clothes?

Oh.

Here, catch.

Yvonne, you know...

I've been thinking of taking up swimming myself.

Yeah? Would you like to give me a few lessons?

Well, I think I could.

And you know what the first thing is you have to do?

What? Go in the water!

You've heard something about my father?

He's dead.

A hunting accident 13 months ago.

I often wondered what I'd...

I'd hear when I heard that news.

Now I know nothing.

So I return to Netherton.

You made a promise, so I suppose you must. You suppose?

Jason, these have been good years for us.

I'd hoped, perhaps wrongly, that the name of Netherton had been forgotten.

Is a title so important? I don't care about a title, Timothy.

I must go back.

I must see how things are. You understand that?

I understand.

There's a lawyer in London may help. I've written to him.

Help in what way?

Your cousin Thomas has the title already.

He will not want to give it up.

And stop looking at me as if I were going to a funeral.

That may be truer than you think. So why go?

Anyway, what about the act?

We've been rehearsing for years, and suddenly off you go and leave me stuck

up in the air. I'll be back.

Why won't anyone believe that?

I don't want the title.

Hey.

Hey, wait a minute.

Why not?

Now, just think of it.

Jason Caldwell, 5th Earl of Netherden.

World's only acrobatic aristocrat. Oh, boy!

What do you think of that?

We'll miss you, Jason.

Good luck, my son.

If you ever need our help... Thank you, Cop.

We hope you don't need this.

I... I don't know what to say.

See you in the House of Lords.

Jason.

You will get hungry.

You will write to us, won't you?

Of course I will.

Anyway, I'll be back in a few weeks.

No.

In a few weeks, you'll be leading a different life.

Bye, Chase.

Mr. Jason Cordwell to see you, sir.

Well, come in, come in.

You will observe the highwayman on his way to the gallows.

One of my less fortunate clients.

And now, sir... Your business.

I believe my guardian wrote to you.

Ah, yes, the young pretender.

Pretender? You are making an extravagant claim to Lord Netherden's title.

But I am his son. I have proof.

What proof?

This, for one thing.

Call that proof?

I call it impertinence, sir. Anyone could have found that locket or stolen

it. But do you have any documents?

No. A distinguishing mark, perhaps? Six toes on one foot or a mole on your left

shoulder? No. And you seriously expect me to take your case?

Aristocrats. Look at you.

Dressed like a country club.

Documents? Nothing.

Just some wild story and a locket. Do you know what you are, Godwill?

What? An impostor, sir. A charlatan, sir.

A confident trickster with an eye to a quick fortune.

That's a lie. Then prove it. I will prove it.

I came here for help and all I get is insults.

I'll prove it.

And I'll make you eat your own words.

One moment, my young Lord Netherdon.

You have something of your mother's independence and a great deal of your

father's temper.

Well, I had to make sure.

You mean you'll take the case?

At the moment, you have no case.

Your cousin assumed the title, believing you to be dead.

First, we must prove your existence.

Quad eret demonstrandum. Latin, you know.

Timothy can do that.

In a court of law, his word would count for nothing.

Your cousin and his friends are the real power behind the throne.

However, there should be a document in existence which could prove your claim.

What document?

Before he died, your father had some feelings of guilt about his past life.

I received information that he sent me this document of inheritance for

safekeeping. It never arrived.

The courier was waylaid by footpads and killed.

And the document destroyed?

One question of it.

But I think Lord Netherden anticipated something of the sort.

He was as meticulous as he was monstrous. I suspect there is still a

copy somewhere at Netherden.

I can hardly expect Thomas to hand it over to me.

If one was dishonest, which of course one is not, one could steal the letter.

Especially if one knew one's way about Netherden Hall.

And what if one was caught?

Then one would need a very good lawyer, my boy.

I shall be in touch with you, sir. I hope so, one way or the other.

Your servant, sir.

I'm looking for bed and board for the night.

Be staying long?

Depends. I hear there's work for willing hands at Netherton Hawk.

There's work for willing swords.

Is that the kind of work you want?

Try and stop them? You don't stop the Hellfire Club.

Jem tried. They took his daughter off and he reported it to the law

authorities. But they are the law.

We won't try and fight them again.

We've learned not to interfere.

Hold on!

Who's there?

A most impressive performance.

You saw it all.

Indeed, I did.

And you didn't come to this gentleman's aid.

My dear Isabel, I was frozen into immobility by the sheer spectacle of the

thing. But in future, please refrain from riding beyond the estate

unaccompanied. The people hereabouts don't respect my name as they should.

And your name?

Caldwell, my lord.

You will do me the honor of calling at Netherdown Hall tonight, Caldwell.

Your lordship is too generous.

At nine o'clock, then.

Come, Isabelle.

Thank you, Mr. Caldwell.

Jason Corbyn.

His Lordship is expecting me.

I will inform His Lordship of your arrival.

Thank you.

Come and meet my friends.

Friends, let me introduce the gentleman who rescued the fair Isabel,

Sir Galahad in Homespun.

A knight in shining trousers.

So you, you're always bragging about that oaf you call a coachman.

100 guineas, my man defeats him in a free-for-all fight.

But why not, my dear, if Galahad agrees?

I have no quarrel with this man.

I came here hoping you'd give me some work, nothing more.

Then beat him.

And you have a job for life.

Splendid!

I'll wager 50 guineas on the coachman.

I accept.

I'm employed here now.

Yes, of course.

Jason, you may help me to mount.

Lord Netherden doesn't like me to ride alone.

You may escort me, Jason.

There's a pleasant path along by the river. Should we ride there? The mud's a

foot deep around there this time of year.

Really? I thought you were a stranger to Netherden.

One of the grooms must have told me. We could ride to the top of the hill.

No.

Let's rest here for a moment.

Will you help me down?

Who are you, Jason Caldwell?

A servant in the employ of Lord Netherden.

Come and sit near me.

Near me.

Near me.

This locket, Jason Caldwell, where did you get it?

I can keep a secret.

If I know what it is.

There's no secret?

No. No? You wanted to stay at Netherland.

You allowed Thomas to humiliate you.

I wanted a job, that's all.

And you were prepared to fight?

Simply for a job?

Aren't you prepared to fight for the things you want?

I do, Jason.

I do.

And what do you want?

That's my secret.

Then for the present, we must both... Keep our secrets.

Very secret.

Your servant.

Yvonne! What are you doing here?

Oh, sitting here and resting, like you were with this very splendid lady.

But... Timothy thought it was time for us to come to England. You mean

Timothy's here as well? Yes, at the village.

We're staying at the inn.

Well, of all the... Oh, Jason, we were so worried about you. There is no need

to worry.

But I'm very happy to see you.

Now you must go back to the inn and tell Timothy I'll join you there.

So you're leaving?

With a bit of luck.

Off you go.

Jason, are you really happy to see me?

Of course I am.

So why don't you kiss me then?

Thomas is Chancellor.

I can hardly see how Parliament would approve of such a treaty with France.

Parliament? The disease of democracy seems to be spreading.

We approve, therefore the King will approve. Dare Parliament go against the

King? It might one day, Thomas, and then where shall we stand?

Why, with Parliament, of course.

You wait here.

I'll take a walk around.

Caldwell. Have you come to rescue me again?

I... Yes, I know. You were just passing by and you came in the wrong room by

mistake. Well... Really, Jason, you disappoint me.

You're behaving like a Sir Galahad who's been thrown by his horse.

You'd better sit down.

Or would you rather help me?

I'll call Thomas.

I suppose you were rarely looking for the kitchen.

Or was it the stables?

I don't know my way around the house quite yet.

Oh, contrary.

I should say you were finding your way about the house remarkably well,

considering you've only been here two days. I think I'd better go.

Well, before you continue your tour of the other bedrooms, perhaps you'd hand

me that bottle on the dressing table.

Bottle? You can't fail to recognize it.

It's made of glass.

The other one.

Yes,

that's the one.

Well, pour it in.

No, slowly.

Drop by drop.

That will be all, Maria.

Thank you, ma'am.

Now, Jason.

The truth. About what?

About this.

Either you tell me or you tell Thomas.

I mean it.

My name is Netherden.

Netherden?

Thomas's cousin.

That amuses you.

I was just thinking what Thomas would do if he knew who he'd employed as a groom.

And what would Thomas do?

He must be mad to come back here.

His wealth and influence.

He wouldn't give them up easily.

He'd kill you first.

Well, that's my secret.

What about yours?

There's no secret.

I've always been poor, Jason.

Do you love him?

I love what his wealth has to offer.

Yes? My lord, I have some information you'll be most happy to learn.

Lord Netherden wants to see you.

Urgent by the look of it. Come on.

Thank you.

Stop one man, you bungling, incompetent idiots.

We tried. Settle the horses.

Yes, my lord.

Save them.

Quickly.

There's no time for pity. Why? What's the matter?

I must leave for London immediately.

I've got the document which proves my claim. Does Thomas know? I'm not sure.

His men tried to elate me. But how did he find out?

Maybe your lady friend told him. Lady friend? Something that exists only in

Yvonne's pretty little mind. But by the way she spoke to you, it also exists in

her mind.

Yvonne, don't talk to Jason like that. I'm very sorry. I forgot he's a lord

now. Look, in a minute he may be a dead lord. Come on.

I'll meet you at Wentworth Cross.

Be careful.

Look, Jason.

Are you coming to see Meriwether with me?

No, you go. I don't think Yvonne will let me.

Timothy, isn't that a lovely bonnet?

Very pretty.

Oh, Timothy, thank you.

Good morning, sir.

Was Mr. Meriwether expecting you, sir? No.

Will he be long?

He's in court this morning, sir.

But if you'd care to wait, sir, I do not think he will be too long.

I'll wait.

Excuse me, sir.

I just slipped out to buy some ink.

Was there anything you wanted, sir? You did say that Mr. Merriweather would be

back. Oh, surely, sir. Perhaps you'd tell him I called. I'm sure he'd like

you to.

I'll come back.

Oh!

I said get out! You'd better stop!

Galahad!

Stop, or I'll shoot.

You men, get out.

Go on, get out!

And close the door.

Well, well.

Cousin Galahad.

You know you're quite a problem.

I mean, what are we going to do with you?

You haven't stopped a murder in the past.

Murder? Really?

Why couldn't you have come and spoken to me about it instead of this tiresome

masquerade? But now it's too late, isn't it?

We can't have two Lord Nethertons running around, can we?

Pity.

But then you always were difficult, even as a child.

It could have been a dreadful nuisance.

I'll kill you!

I do not think you will

get the opportunity to kill me.

Ah, Captain.

Just in time, as they say.

Captain, allow me to introduce myself, Earl Netherton. And this, Lord Chorley,

Sir Hugh Manning.

Sir Richard Benlow.

I trust you'll place this ruffian under arrest at once.

Me under arrest?

He's the murderer. Just a minute, you.

I'd watch him, Captain.

He's rather dangerous.

We've been trying to catch him for two days.

He assaulted one of my gamekeepers.

The poor man is dead now.

She's lying.

He also robbed me of a considerable sum of money. Don't believe him.

When we caught up with them, he and his friends attacked us.

Unfortunately, this one was badly wounded.

He was murdered?

I'll be available to give evidence, Captain.

You'll always find me at the Blades Club.

Come along, gentlemen.

And, Captain, I'm sure your superior officers will be delighted to hear that

you acted so promptly.

Thank you, my lord.

I can prove he's lying! I can prove it! Come along, you! I can prove it!

Jason Caldwell, you have been found guilty of the capital offences of

robbery and murder. Before I pronounce sentence on you, have you anything to

say?

Yes, my lord.

First, I would like to say that this has been more of a mockery than a trial.

Secondly, since I have not been permitted to speak before, I now declare

that a document exists which proves that Lord Netherden's claim to the title is

fraudulent.

I warn the prisoner that will only reflect badly on his case if he attempts

to belittle the name of Honor Pierce of the realm.

My counsel has proof.

Proof?

What does the Prince's counsel have to say about that?

Perhaps understandably, my Lord, my client is a trifle distracted by the

present proceedings.

I know of no such document.

It's a lie. He's lying!

The disposition I had to show mercy in this case has been overcome by the

prisoner's irresponsible and colorless attacks upon a man whose service and

loyalty to his majesty is known to all.

I should like to offer the apologies.

You will be taken from here to His Majesty's jail at Newgate.

And there, on the... On the 23rd of

August, you will be hanged by the deck.

There's still time. We can appeal.

To who?

The old friends of Maverick?

Are you happy now?

Are you satisfied?

Yvonne. Oh, leave me alone.

It was you who told them... Yvonne, please.

It won't help.

Well, Isabelle, I'd say an explanation was called for.

Of what, Thomas?

Even allowing for the unpredictability of women, that young lady's behavior in

court was...

To say the least.

A trifle bizarre.

She was overwrought, that's all.

And you, Isabel?

Mr. Caldwell saved my life.

My only interest is that he should be spared. Is that all?

You have influenced Thomas.

He could be deported to the colonies.

He could be no threat to you there. Threat?

Now, why should a petty thief and a murderer be a threat to me?

Because he is your cousin.

And what will you do about it?

Nothing.

You know that.

Of course not.

You're much too fond of me.

Isabel.

This one thinks he's the Lord.

Jason can't expect help from anybody else.

Get me into the jail, and I'll break the bars with my bare hands. It's not as

easy as them, Carl.

You got one point.

To get him out, we've got to get in.

If only we knew the layout of this place.

To get him out of his cell, into the main yard, shouldn't be too difficult.

But, John, how do you know about it?

Hey, Johnny, you don't mean you've been a nuket.

Well, you see, well, nothing serious, mind.

I just borrowed some money from a bloke, and, uh... You forgot to tell him.

John, do you think you can draw a plan of the jail?

I should think so.

Well, come on, then, matey. What are we waiting for? Come on.

From Mr. Christie's establishment, sir. Wasn't expecting these till tomorrow.

Well, everything's upside down this week. Stock taking, you see.

A fellow who usually delivers his stuff's out on another job.

It's a real mess up, I tell you. All right. You better bring them in, then.

All right. Come on.

Get up.

Well, aren't you going to examine her? What you got in there, then?

A dwarf?

How do you guess?

A dwarf!

Evening. Who are you?

Oh, I've just started over on D Block.

Chief told me to look over here. He, uh... He said you might show me the

ropes a bit.

He didn't mention it to me.

Oh, that's typical of him, that is.

Yes, I, uh... I must say he seemed a bit offhand to me.

Offhand? Oh, I could tell you some stories about him. Been here nigh on 25

years, I have.

A bit offhand, you say?

I could find other words that would fit him.

Joey!

Then he came back and then he saw his... Everything all right? Very quiet, sir.

Ah.

New man, are you? Uh, yes. Yeah, yes, that's right. Yes, he's just come over

from... Hey, I thought you sent him over. Me?

Oh, well, well, you see, sir, it's like this, I... Haven't I seen you before?

Wait, the storeroom. You're the man who kept...

Put on this jacket.

All part of the service.

They won't get away. Search the building.

Jason, you're only inviting trouble if you stay.

In three days, we could be back over the channel and safe. Believe me, Jason, I

know what I'm talking about. Martin, haven't you got to see about the horses?

Ah, never mind about the horses. Martin.

Oh, yeah.

The horses.

You're going to overcome me with charm now, I suppose.

No.

I was only going to ask you... If you haven't had enough of trying to be a

lord.

Timothy is dead.

You're an outlaw.

Don't you understand, Yvonne? It's because of Timothy I must stay.

I've too many debts to settle to run away.

I've been crying every night when you were in prison.

I'll be all right.

You know something?

I think we'll all stay.

Excuse me.

What do you want? A confession that you gave false evidence.

But I... Read it.

Sign it.

Tell your coach when to drive on.

Tell him.

All right, Winton.

Your signature.

Or your life.

Put your hands on the desk, lawyer.

A most dramatic, not to say intimidating, entrance, Mr. Torvald.

If you will kindly look behind you, you will observe a pistol aimed

approximately at your head.

As always, Mr. Merriweather is quite right.

Allow me to present William Pitt, the Earl of Chatham, who has kindly

consented to raise the question of your title and your trial in Parliament.

Parliament?

But you let me go to prison. Can you imagine a safer place for you?

I'm afraid there are larger issues at stake than your future, Mr. Caldwell.

Quite so. As you've probably gathered by now, your cousin's group virtually

controls the affairs of this country.

To expose Thomas as an imposter would obviously have far-reaching effects. All

I'm interested in is bringing Timothy's murderous to justice.

Ah, that too figures in our scheme.

Your cousin has been conducting secret negotiations with the French.

Indeed, our emissary, the Marquis de Beauville, is due to visit Thomas

tomorrow. The murder, the title, the negotiations with the French... At one

stroke, we can destroy your cousin.

And his influence with the king. And you, my friend, are the key figure.

Let Thomas get wind of this and he will have but one paramount aim. To kill you.

That's why I wanted you safely out of the way. In prison.

Do you want me to break into prison now?

Doubtless you could.

But it won't be necessary.

As soon as the Marquis de Beauville arrives at Netherland, Lord Chatham will

speak in Parliament.

Until then, you must hide.

I'll stay with my friends at the fair.

Very well. But vigilance, my friend.

Whatever happens, Thomas must not find you, valentine, non-fit, ignorant.

Yes. And you signed it?

Well, you see, Thomas... Well, did you or didn't you?

I signed it. And you?

Thomas, you don't understand. You'd have killed me.

Sir Richard!

My friends.

Loyal in adversity.

You bunch of spineless, witless, incompetents. Do you realize what you've

done? At this very moment, the Olive Chatham is ready to raise this whole

issue in the House of Lords. Yes, I'd heard talk of that. Very perceptive of

you.

And it's not only I who will suffer, but all of you.

Every member of the Hellfire Club, every person close to the King will be ruined.

There's more than a mere title at stake. Look, Thomas, isn't there something we

can do? There's something I can do!

You've done quite enough.

We'll do anything you say, Thomas.

I know you will.

And first, we'll make sure that Cousin Jason doesn't live to give evidence.

What's happened?

They've taken him on.

Not you, Jason. That's just what they want.

I didn't think Thomas would give up so easily. We didn't get a chance to do

anything.

Tell everyone to be ready to move off towards Netherden. You're going to try

and break in?

I'm going as a very distinguished guest.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot. I haven't even got a gun.

Then perhaps this is some curious English joke, huh? Your Grace is

absolutely right. And the first part of the joke is that you remove all your

clothes. No harm will come to you, I promise you. To take off my clothes is

unenough. I refuse.

Carl!

Ah, Monsieur le Marquis.

Je suis enchanté de faire votre connaissance.

How do you do, milord?

I trust you enjoyed your journey.

Enjoyed? Your English roads are terrible.

I am black and purple.

But tell me, these armed guards all over the place, they are in my honor?

Yes.

I am disarmed.

Please.

Allow me to present Lady Netherton.

Enchanté, madame.

I must compliment you, my lord. I had no idea that you were married.

We were married last week.

But such beauty is rare in an Englishwoman.

I'm sure your grace underestimates my fellow countrywomen.

Mais non, mais non. To the Frenchman, they appear as... How do you say? The

vegetable.

I hope during your stay we can convince you otherwise, Your Grace.

Several of our friends with common interests... would like to hear your

news from Paris.

News?

Oh, of course.

The only outstanding intelligence I have... is that the wife of an army

commander... is run away with her husband's valet.

You will excuse us, my dear.

Madame.

Charming.

Get three horses ready. Family bond?

She's in the hellfire caves. Thomas was boasting to me about it just now. But

how are you going to get in?

Thomas is arranging a little celebration in my honor.

True, this man does smell.

I thought it was you.

Oh, get those horses. I'll be ready.

Jason.

Pardon? Ah!

Did you say something, madame?

I said Jason.

I've been watching you all evening.

You've deceived Thomas, but you forget I once looked into your eyes.

I haven't forgotten that, Lady Netherden. You were sentenced to death.

Usually there's no escape from that. I begged Thomas to help you.

And when he wouldn't, you begged him to marry you.

I've never lied to you about myself.

Thomas had the position and wealth I wanted in life.

You can't change that now. Why come back? Why?

Oh, don't pretend you don't know why.

I only know that Thomas would kill you.

Ah, happy to see you admiring my gardens, Your Highness.

Observing me, Lord.

These are pleasant little gardens, but compared with Fontainebleau, poof, a

cover's patch.

I trust that what follows will meet with Your Grace's approval.

Thomas.

I think I'll go to my room.

As you wish, my dear.

Is this way? Yes.

Yes and no. There is a little too much people.

I prefer my entertainment dead or dead.

Are you here, sir?

Of course.

Open the door. I want to see her more close.

Sorry, sir. I can't do that.

problem that you have.

Where's Lord Netherden?

What is it, Sir Hugh?

Milady, I must see Thomas at once.

What's the matter?

Parliament today decided to investigate Caldwell's claim to the title.

And the King has agreed?

The talk is that he daren't refuse.

The only hope now is that Caldwell tries to rescue the girl.

Girl?

What girl?

Hasn't Thomas told you?

He's holding Caldwell's lady friend a prisoner.

So that is why he came here.

Why, who came?

Go to Thomas at once.

Tell him that the Marquis is really Jason.

What? Go to him. I'll explain later. He's at the caves. Go.

Just a moment, please.

We have an unexpected guest among us.

The Marquis de Beauville.

I'm afraid you have a positive mania for lost causes.

You knew, Isabelle.

You knew.

All right, Jason.

I did want the title.

I did love you.

Not at all, sir, not at all.

Oh, I beg your pardon. Ah,

there you are, my young lord.

My congratulations. The king has restored the type. Splendid.

Can they wait?

As you see, we're in rather a hurry.

For the time being, the fair's playing at Windsor next week.

Come and see it. Yes, but...

Causa finita...