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Stand and deliver!

Whoa!

Get out!

I said get out!

Oh, careful, careful,
we don't want to upset the ladies.

Lordy, no.

We don't want to frighten them

- into telling us where their jewelry...
- Over here!

...and that is hid.

We want them to tell us
of their own volition.

- Define volition, Algernon.
- Sorry, boss?

The power of the will
to do things voluntarily.

You'll have to excuse
the mathematicians, madam.

With their heads crammed
so full of algebra and geometry,

they forget their manners.

So what's gonna happen now is

Algernon and Chumley here
are going to furtle through your things

whilst I entertain you all
with my effortless charm

- and cheery banter.
- Hey, boss, he's got a knife.

Don't try anything on with me, sunshine,

because you won't live to tell the tale,
if you do.

All right.

Hands.

Boss!

What's all this, lad?

I'll deal with this.
You go and acquit yourself venerably.

Nice threads.

I can see myself parading around
in them boots.

In your own time.

- You're...
- What?

...not a man.

And?

Is that gold?

- Is what gold?
- That ring on your finger.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

I think you might need to donate that
to the cause.

I don't think you heard me, lady,

- I said--
- No, I heard you.

I was just ignoring you.

Little word of warning,
you don't want to mess with me.

Oh, I like you. No, I do.
You're my kind of woman.

Oh.

Sadly,

- business has to come before pleasure.
- Right.

Now, do like you're told.

Go on.

You all right?

Hello.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

Come on. Over here.

Kick it.

Come on. Over here. Go on.

Come on.

- You're all right.
- Have it.

Sorry, mister.

- What is this?
- Pig's bladder.

Ugh.

Did something happen here?

Thomas Blancheford kicking up a rumpus.

Oh, my God.

Which one of you two is George?

Go fetch your daddy.

Dad! Shop.

Oh, you serve him, girl.

You know where the sherbet lives.

She don't want no sherbet. She wants you.

She?

Hi, Dad.

Roxy! Where's Roxy? Roxy.

- Your Nell's back!
- What?

Nell. Your Nell. She's back.

Nell's dead.

I'm widowed.

Captain Jackson, he's dead.
He died.

He was blasted in half
at the Battle of Blenheim.

And you with him.

That's what we heard.

Oh.

I wondered why everyone
was looking at me funny.

So, the thing is, I was kind of wondering
if I could stay here... for a few nights.

Well, I thought you didn't want
anything else to do with us dead legs.

Hmm?

Those were the last words
out of your mouth

before you walked through that door
with your swanky captain.

Yeah, well...

I've grown up a lot since then.

Nell?

Nelly!

- Let me see you.
- Oh.

Look at you.

And don't call me Nelly.

All right. All right.

What is this?

Pa wouldn't pay for a proper one.

So we made that.

You wound him up good when you left.

Do you mind if I pull it up?

Only it's giving me the creeps.

Go ahead, Nelly.

Nell. Sorry.

Let's go.

So why is Lord Blancheford
kicking up a rumpus, then?

It isn't Lord Blancheford.

- 'Tis his son.
- Thomas.

- Do you remember him?
- No.

- Well, he grew up.
- Mean and stupid.

This is his idea of fun.

So why doesn't anyone do anything?

'Cause we're all his tenants.

Or will be when anything happens
to his old man.

Roxy,
all my neighbors are on the warpath.

Roxanne, you better shake yourself.

Well, you tell her
my long lost sister's home from the dead.

I did. She said it can't happen.

- Ahoy, Nelly.
- All right.

- I better go.
- Yeah.

- I'm on me last warning.
- Come here.

- You must go sweet talk Pa.
- I will.

Worst thing about Thomas
is he's got the hots for Roxy.

- Yeah?
- And he comes in the tavern, drunk,

saying things, and Dad daren't do nothing.

Oh.

See to me horse, boy.

Are you hungry?

Yeah, let's eat hay.

Let's get you some hay.

Has he been whooping you again?

"Yeah, but I got my own back.

I threw him off, twice."

Nice.

Sire.

Afternoon.

This morning, Thomas,

my steward received a delegation
from the village

with an extraordinary story
that you had shot a man's horse.

It was an accident.

They said you were drunk,

that you rode up and down the street,
terrorizing people.

That horse was Nathan Halliday's living.

Do you understand nothing
about these people's lives?

I'm their magistrate.
They come to me for justice.

One day, God help them,
they'll come to you.

Are you laughing at me?

Certainly not.

I'm stopping your allowance.

- What?
- Until such a time

as I can trust you to behave properly.

Don't make me disinherit you.

And Lord knows it's tempting

because your sister would be
a thousand times more reliable.

Grow up.

For heaven's sake. For everyone's sake.

And until then, stay out of the village.

Is it true you wouldn't pay
for a proper headstone for me?

She can sleep in the shed with the donkey.

- One night only. You tell her.
- One night?

You broke my heart, lady.

You won't do it twice.

Right. One night.

All right!

You can stay

in the house.

But you're working.

When didn't I?

You can get some proper clothes on.

I haven't got a dress.

Well, look in the cupboard,
on the landing.

I kept all Elizabeth's things
after she died.

Hmm?

I think maybe he would have forked out
for a headstone for you.

Only I don't think he liked
thinking about you dead.

Thank you.

You look just like your mother.

Come here.

Help yourselves! Dive in!

It ain't every day a man's daughter
is back home from the dead!

It's a miracle, Sam Trotter!

Hey, George, George.

Go get Nelly, girl.
Everyone's dying for a glimpse.

Go, go, go, go.

She'll be down.

That looks good.
Let's see it from the front.

You look so good, Nell.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Is it comfortable?

No. What's all this about?

- Do you miss him? Captain Jackson?
- Nell! Nell!

Dad wants you downstairs now.

Everybody wants to see you
with their own eyes.

Everyone wants to hear about the war.

Where's your sword?

I do miss him a bit.

Except...

I don't think he's left me,

even if he is dead.

It's like today,
I got held up by these highwaymen.

- You didn't.
- And one of them hit me. I did.

And it's like...

I don't know, something happens to me...

inside, and...

you should see me.

I'm untouchable.

That'll be him.

Thomas.

- Yeah.
- Buckleigh, you buffoon.

Get over here.

Yeah.

A head start.

Come on, boy.

Celebrating something, Trotter?

No.

Oh.

Where's your daughter?

Which one, sir?

I'd like to see her.

I'd like her to serve me.

And Trotter...

Trotter.

I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you.

- Well, I'll see if I can find her.
- Why don't you?

What's the matter, Halliday?

You look like a man
whose horse has been shot.

- What's this?
- That's my eldest, Nell.

Hello. Aren't you dead?

- Were you after something?
- I wanted the other one.

The other one isn't coming.

She doesn't like you.

She doesn't like the way you look at her
and the things you say to her.

And guess what.

Neither do I.

I think I'd like you to leave now.

Take your little idiots with you.

I...

Thank you.

Hey, hey, hey. You.

You might have made the mistake
of assuming

that I wouldn't hurt a woman.

- Wait.
- But now you know better.

- Get in there. Get there.
- Nell! No!

- Nell!
- Get her!

- Stay back!
- Knock him off...

- Where are you going?
- Don't you touch her!

- Nell.
- You're a big girl.

- No, no, not you!
- Nell!

Hey, stop it! Let her go!

- You made me do this to you.
- Nell.

You made me do this.

I thought she said she was untouchable.

Nell! Nell!

Stop it, please!

- That's enough!
- Stop it.

Get up, Nell! Quickly! Get up.

Nell!

Run, Nell! Run, quickly! Nell!

No! Oh, my God!

Dad, tell him!

- Oh, my God. Stop!
- Leave her!

- Please!
- Leave her!

Ooh, ah!

Please, stop!

Leave her!

Whoa!

Come on, Nelly!

Come on, Nelly.

- Come on, Nell!
- You got anything else?

- Well done, Nell.
- Yes, Nelly!

What about you?

Yes, Nelly Jackson!

Drinks on the house. One night only.

- Did you see that?
- What?

That... light.

That speck of something
floating above Nell's...

Nell.

Nelly.

Nelly Jackson!

Don't, don't scream. You need to look up.

Oh, I've been racking my brains

trying to work out the best way
of introducing myself

without giving you a shock, Nelly Jackson.

Frankly, there isn't one.

Of course, it isn't absolutely necessary
that I should introduce myself.

But in your case,

I had a sneaking suspicion it might
crop up sooner rather than later.

So three things.

One, I'm on your side.
Two, that is not loaded.

And three,

it won't have any effect on me
even if it was,

for I am non-corporeal.

What do you mean you're on my side?

Look at me.

I protect you.

- Why?
- Who knows?

The more immediate point is this.

I can only protect you, Nelly Jackson.

I will not take part
in random acts of violence.

- What are you talking about?
- Like this evening.

What? He's a bully.

He's an arrogant lout,
and he hurts people.

- But he didn't start anything. You did.
- No, he was gonna.

- Oh, it ain't the point.
- No. Hang on.

You mean you let him whoop me about
and you could have stopped it?

- I did stop it.
- Not sooner!

Like when he was grinding my face
in the mud!

Nell, it's me, George.
You all right?

Who sent you?
Where are you from? Look at you.

What are you dressed as?

Nell?

Now, don't move.

- All right.
- You just wait right there.

What's your name?

- I mean, do you got one?
- Yeah. Billy. Billy Blind.

I'll catch you later.

But wait.

Are you watching me all the time?

Oh, God, are you watching me when I'm,
you know, on the...

- doing the necessary?
- Nell!

Yeah?

- Who're you talking to?
- Myself.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah, just heard a noise, so...

It must have been the mice
under the floorboards.

That was brilliant, what you did earlier.

Yeah, yeah. Thanks. Yeah.

- Will you teach me how to--
- Yeah. Sure. Maybe.

No, no. Don't know.

- Night.
- Night, night.

Night, night, night.

Billy?

Billy?

Billy Blind!

Billy?

Billy Blind?

Poynton.

Thomas. Good heavens.
What are you doing here?

Oh, my. That's a nasty bruise.

I went to your house,
but your servant said you were here.

Do you have a minute or two?

If it is just a minute or two.

The debate went on and on.

And Her Majesty has such
a capacity for it,

she will hear all sides.

Was that her?

Hmm.

Do you not like her?

- What can I do for you?
- So, just lately,

things have been difficult,
and I have no one to talk to.

And I know you're very busy.

Tell me what's upsetting you, Thomas.

I have debts
my father knows nothing about.

Debts I can only settle
when I come into my inheritance.

At least because he's...

stopped my allowance.

Ah.

You once told me...

that a man can sell his soul to darkness.

And in return, get anything,
everything he desires.

And that you...

are a person who can intercede
in such matters.

I want my estate, Poynton.
I want everything...

now.

That's a big decision, Thomas.

But if it's truly what you want,
you must prove to me that you...

have what it takes.

How?

Ah.

Well, the place ain't been this tidy
in years.

I'm never gonna make anything
of myself just sat here.

What do you got in mind?

You won't like it.

So you're gonna take the Queen's shilling?

How?

I thought you have to be a fellow.

No, I've seen loads of women
join the army.

Disguise themselves as fellas
and you go out and about.

You see the world, you meet people,
and then...

you know, blow them up.

You'll write this time.

So we know where you are
and you're not dead.

I can't write.

Well, find someone that can.

You can't read.

George can.

Vicar taught her.
She can read better than him.

Nice meeting you, Nelly.

Nell.

And you, kid.

Come on, Ashrumbs.

At least she ain't dead no more.

Yeah.

Go.

Pa?

Pa?

I've sent the gamekeeper

and the groundsman down
to the village with the body.

I've told them to tell his children
that he was shot poaching.

What were you playing at?

Thomas just wanted to frighten him
and teach him a lesson, we didn't--

We didn't know his heart was gonna burst.

You realize that by covering up the truth,

I make myself just as guilty as you?

Jamie, Buckleigh, go home.

Do not speak about this to anyone, ever.
If you do, you'll hang.

I never want to set eyes
on either of you again.

You turn my stomach.

Um, I'm sorry to be knocking on your door,

and you don't know me,
but I work for Lord Blancheford.

And...

And?

Your father wasn't shot poaching.

He was beaten up
by Master Thomas and his stupid friends.

They came here during the night,
and they took him.

And it all went too far.
And now they're trying to cover it up.

How do you know?

Because I overheard the gamekeeper
and the groundsman talking.

Lord Blancheford's given them money
to stick to the story and keep quiet.

I shouldn't be telling you this,

only, I've, I don't know.

I've seen you in the village
once or twice--

- Is that your horse?
- Oh, no.

Well, yes.
Well, it is one of Lord Blancheford's.

What's your name?

Rasselas.

Where would you go, Mr. Rasselas,
if you were to take the Queen's shilling?

Really, whose fault?

You don't know
who you're dealing with. You won't...

- Get off me, I said! Get off me!
- Get out!

Stupid witch!

So I'm a woman! And what?

I could bang your heads together!

Sorry, but that's the funniest thing
I've seen all week.

I know you.

Charles Devereux, madam.

Toff. Bon viveur. Total waste of space.

But a great admirer of beauty...

in whatever form it chooses
to throw itself up in.

- Oh.
- Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed.

That's so noble, wanting to sign up
Queen and country.

Wouldn't catch me doing it.
Not in a month of Sundays.

I couldn't give a tinker's toot who sits
on the Spanish throne.

Why should I? Why should any of us?

Let him get on with it, that's what I say.

Still, on the other hand,
nice to be a world player, eh?

Nice to dabble in events.

March of progress,
balance of power, blah, la, la.

Can I buy you a drink?

You're Isambard Tulley.

Lord, I should hope not.
He's got a 20-pound reward on his head.

Yeah.

America, Nell Jackson.

The New World.

That's what you want to do.

That's what you're cut out for.
I can smell it.

An adventurous spirit like you,
there are great fortunes to be made.

Lord, yes. Mahogany, hemp, cotton...

...tobacco.

That would be my plan.

That's what I'd be doing if I was
in your boots, mate. I can tell you...

Sorry, do you mind if I just...

- What are you doing here?
- Nell, Pa is dead.

- They said he was shot poaching but--
- It's lies!

Mr. Rasselas told us.

- This is Mr. Rasselas.
- It was Thomas Blancheford.

- Uh, but how?
- He came in the night. He took him.

No, I won't let him.
I won't let him get away with it.

Take my horse, Nell.
You can get there quicker.

He's nothing. A no one.

He runs the local tavern.

I ran him out of town under cover
of darkness, and then...

I killed him.

For no good reason.

Just because I could.

Destroying a man like that
is interesting, Thomas.

But it's hardly the stuff
that great reputations are made of.

If you want everything now,

assuming, of course, you still do...

Pay attention, Thomas.

- Kill. Kill.
- All you have to do is listen.

You see, Thomas,

in this life, the world helps those
who help themselves.

And this world needs men
capable of extraordinary things.

What stands between you
and your estate? Hmm?

Did you kill the wrong person?

My father.

You want me to kill my own father?

No. I don't want anything.

Oh, no. It's you that wants things.

And sometimes the answer to a problem

is far more prosaic and obvious

than it might at first appear.

You're right.

Those bullets went in after he was dead.

How do you know?

Because I've dressed more wounds
and corpses

than you've had hot dinners, sunbeam.

There's no blood loss.

That means his heart had stopped pumping
before they shot him.

The gunpowder,
this was done at point-blank range.

That is not
how you shoot someone poaching.

- What are we gonna do?
- I can't breathe in here.

I gotta go.

You won't let on I said anything,
will 'ya?

Thank you for helping us.

There's evil in the ether, Nelly Jackson.

- I'm so sorry.
- This is all my fault,

and it wouldn't have happened
if I hadn't waded in

and beaten that Thomas up.

I need to go there

- and I need to look in--
- Go through the proper channels.

What? Sorry, who are you?

Why are you here?

You need a magistrate.

He's our magistrate, Lord Blancheford.
And he's the one covering it up.

Well, it'll be interesting to see
what he's got to say then, won't it?

- Offer him a loophole.
- A what?

Tell him your concern
there's been a cover-up.

But you know he personally would
never be involved in anything so tawdry.

Look what charging in did last time.

- No--
- It's justice that you want

and for that, you need a magistrate.

You start anything rash,
I'm not helping you, Nelly Jackson.

Sam Trotter's children are here.

They're asking to see you.

Hmm.

I'm sorry about your father.

He was a good tenant,

but he knew as well as anyone
the penalties for--

My father would sooner cut
his own hand off than steal from you.

- I'm afraid the fact remains.
- He was shot after he was dead.

- He was shot at point-blank range.
- Yeah, look,

- I know you don't want to hear this--
- Hey, your Thomas killed him.

Him and his stupid friends
and now you're trying to cover it up.

Well, not you. Obviously.

We know that you wouldn't
involve yourself in anything so...

tawdry.

But someone has.

You're upset,

you're letting your imaginations
run away with you.

But you won't achieve anything
by fabricating your own version of events.

If you force me
to find another magistrate, I will.

Then it'll be your word against mine.

You were overheard making arrangements
with your gamekeeper.

Overheard by whom?

You paid him and one of your men
to do your dirty work.

I'd like to offer you
the tenancy of the Talbot.

- What?
- And in return,

I want to hear no more
wild allegations about my son.

Think about it.

I have no desire to make you homeless.

Any of you.

If we accept it,
that means we're accepting the lie.

That Dad's a thief, a poacher.

But he wouldn't care about that.

- He would care about us losing the Talbot.
- They're smearing his name.

The Talbot is just a pub.

It's our home.

It's Pa's pub.

I don't want to go, Nell.

All right.

Really?

We'll take the tenancy.

What about the army?

It'll wait,
till you don't need me no more.

I'll stick around until then.

Halliday?

What are you doing?

Coming to see your father, sir.

What about?

The tenancy to Talbot.
Might seem a bit previous,

but, well, if it's available,
I'd like to discuss terms.

No, I've offered the tenancy
to Nell Jackson.

You'll have to tell Halliday to go away.

- And has she accepted it?
- Not yet,

but I hope she will
when she's calmed down.

Because then, Thomas,
she might let matters drop.

And let me tell you why.

They know. They know what really happened.

Oh, let them go.

If it's not been accepted, let them go.

Surely it's better this way.

Halliday's reliable enough.
He knows what he's doing.

Since when were you interested
in furthering a good man's cause?

I've been unworthy of you.

I've humiliated you
and I've allowed myself to be influenced

by the wrong people.

And I'm sorry.

I want to put all this behind me--

So not content
with turning them into orphans.

You're going to make them
homeless now as well?

Don't say that.

Out of sight, out of mind.

It's tempting.

They're young and strong.

They'll find other paths to follow.

- What?
- I'm acting on behalf of Lord Blancheford,

serving you notice to quit the property.

What are you on about?
He offered me the tenancy yesterday.

You've got until midday
to take what's yours.

- Midday?
- Are you dumb?

- I said he offered me the tenancy!
- Anything left here after that,

- I'll be clearing out for you.
- Yeah?

I'd get packing.

What are we gonna do?

I know what I'm gonna do.

What?

- Get out of the way! Where is he?
- You can't go in there!

- Come back!
- Oy.

I want a word with you.

- I couldn't stop her, sir.
- It's all right, Mrs. Belgrave.

I didn't hear from you.

- I assumed you didn't want the tenancy.
- Liar.

You can get away with anything, can't you?

Even murder.

Your father was caught poaching.

Just stop saying that...

...because we all know it's not true.

I know you're probably
gonna get away with it.

Murdering my father
and branding him a criminal.

The most honest man ever

just to cover up
what this lout had been up to.

I know you're gonna get away with it
because your sort, they always do.

But you'll understand if I'm a bit upset!

What can I do to persuade you
to put that down?

The truth.

All right.

Look, I'll give you the tenancy.

I'll give you whatever, 10 pounds, 20.

You can't trust her.

You think she's gonna walk out of here

and not tell everyone
you just tried to pay her off?

You think I'd accept any amount of money
to shut up about the fact

that this useless pile of ribbons
killed my father?

- I don't think so.
- You idiot.

I've been an idiot trying to protect you.

- You're going to face justice.
- No. What? No!

I won't be dragged down
and humiliated by you anymore.

You're going to face the consequences
of what you've done.

No!

It wasn't loaded.

This is.

Oh, go on then.

Have a go.

See what good it does you.

No, no.

Oh, no.

You fiend.

You horror.

You foul-accursed minister of hell.

She killed him! She shot him!

She murdered my father! Murder!

- Murder!
- Liar!

You are a liar.

You're the one who came here tooled up,
making threats.

Now you've got an empty pistol
in your pocket.

Make way!

You'll hang for this.

No, I won't hang.

She saw what happened.
You saw what happened, Ms. Sofia.

You saw what happened.

- You'll tell the truth.
- She murdered Lord Blancheford!

No, I didn't! I didn't. It was him!

No, it was him. It was him.
He killed his own father!

Rasselas, I didn't do it.
Do you believe me?

You believe me?

- You believe me, come on.
- Do something.

What's going on?

Stop her!

Get off me.

Please.

Get after her!

She's saying she didn't do it.

Who did it?

Sofia!

She did.

I don't believe you.

What are you doing?

Rasselas!

Well, take one of the horses
and fetch a magistrate!

Quickly!

George, Roxy, get out here now!

- Roxy!
- George, Roxy,

get out here now, we're leaving!

- What's going on?
- Come on!

- We need our stuff.
- Forget your stuff, I said now!

Come on. Let's go, quickly.

- Hurry up! Rasselas, go!
- Roxy, come on. Up you get.

Come on, Roxy.

What's happened?

Where are we going?

I'll tell you when we get there.