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Oh you!

You

Harry, I'm waiting for an explanation.

But this is a complex situation in Europe, is he woman, Emma?

Sci-tech's is just a part of your empire.

Ask for an explanation.

Emma, we've been friends.

Colleagues.

Know each other from 40 years.

If you have nothing more to say, I'd like to move a vote of no confidence.

You bitch.

Well, you won.

He lost. He actually got himself in your corner he couldn't get out of.

You're on TV.

Mrs. Emma Hart, president of Hart Enterprises, is at the center of a battle for control of a multi-million dollar Sci-tech's corporation.

Earlier today we spoke with Harry Marriott.

How's did his president?

Naturally, I am shocked.

Stunned. I have found her the original Sydney-Tech's soil company 40 years ago.

Liar.

Your grandfather did everything. Harry wrote on his coattail switching off.

Hi, thanks.

It's a great day.

You've been to several Sci-tech's meetings now.

Do you think you could cope alone?

Pfft.

They'd eat me alive.

You can't be serious.

Well, of course I'm serious.

But I won't send you in alone until we're both sure you can handle it.

Well, I'm willing to try, Grandie, but no buts.

I know what you're capable of. I raised you. I trained you.

Don't you think I know what I created?

Why don't you send in Robin?

Oh, Kit.

Because even my maternal eye can see that Robin and Kit lack the killer instinct.

This could be extremely dangerous.

It's not dangerous.

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't know, Robin. She could make trouble.

Everyone who's kicked out of a border makes trouble. But we can handle it.

She'll fight us.

Molly has always meant more to her than we have.

And she wound up losing both.

She's merely 80 for God's sake.

Robin, we can just wait.

Wait. She's such a tough old war horse. We may have to shoot her in the end.

Look. She's past it. It will be easy.

I've got people standing by and ready to join us and take their life.

It might be difficult to prove she's actually seen.

She'll step down to avoid a scam or...

She'd hate them well to know her family doesn't love her.

Hello, Jess.

Oh, yes. It's gay, calling for you from London.

Gay! We're on our way to the airport. Now I was going to call you from New York.

Well, can you give me a more detailed...

No. No, I see. Right. Thank you, Gay. See you in the morning.

Change a plan. I have to get back to London.

Good morning, Mr. Hart. Good morning, Reg.

You're going to tell me who these gentlemen were. I thought I could trust Hart's board of directors.

That's the worst part.

It was Mr. Ainsley and Mr. Lather.

Robin.

And the kid.

I never... I never thought I could be surprised by him.

I suppose, in London, doesn't want to think her own sons could betray her.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't help overhearing. I thought you should know.

You did the right thing, Gay. Thank you.

And by the way, I don't want Paula to know anything about this plot, I suppose we should call it.

Yes, of course, Mr. Lather.

She's nearly 80 for God's sake.

Robin, we could just wait. Wait. She's such a tough old war horse. We may have to shoot her in the end.

Oh, she's past it. It'll be easy.

I've got people standing by ready to join us and take over.

It might be difficult to prove she's actually seen her.

She'll step down to avoid a scam or...

She'll hate the world to know her family doesn't love her.

Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning.

Mr. Rouser, Mr. Tardenrey.

Hello, Edmund. Hope I'm not late.

Hey, for credit, you know you're not. How long have you had that cough?

What's wrong, Edmund?

Wrong? Nothing.

I've been your financial advisor and constant admirer for far too many years, Emma.

You're a creature of habit. When you make an appointment for lunch, on a day when you're supposed to be in New York.

It's nothing serious. I want to liquidate some of my personal assets, and I thought you could handle it for me.

Yes, yes, of course, but...

It's all right, Henry. I just need a little cash. Ready, cash.

So, I thought I'd get rid of some real estate, jewelry, and part of my art collection.

And here's the list. Do sit down, Henry, then.

A little cash. This represents several million pounds.

I reckon about seven or eight million. What do you think, Henry?

I think you've gone mad. Good God, Emma. Why do you suddenly need seven or eight million pounds?

You're in trouble, aren't you, eh? And you won't tell me.

Come on, now, Henry, don't get so excited. I have a personal project in mind, and I prefer to sell these things.

I never wear that jewelry. Anyway, I was never very fond of emeralds.

And the real estate is of no importance to me.

Yes, I mean, the art collection. You spent so much time and love collecting these.

With your help, and I'm grateful. Yes, I know, but...

It's an absolutely wonderful collection.

In that case, it should fetch a wonderful price, shouldn't it?

Will you handle it for me?

Yes, I suppose so, yes, sir.

But won't you tell me what it's for?

How long will it take to liquidate?

Oh, a month.

Excellent.

Oh, don't look so miserable, darling. What are you doing about that cough?

Well, I am taking some stuff, sir. The doctor gave me.

What's this?

Goggle with that four times a day. Nel'thales. Old Yorkshire remedy.

Bossiers, they're there, you are quite incoligable.

Well, the whole coordination on the second floor is a shambles.

We've lost the point of the scheme.

I'd like to see the buyer in my office in 20 minutes.

Yes, Mrs. Hart.

Gay, I want you to have the lawyers double check these tomorrow,

and then they can bring them in for my signature.

Yes, Mrs. Hart.

The documents must be irreversible, irrevocable, watertight.

I must be absolutely sure they could not be successfully contested in any court of law.

Of course.

I've got people standing by ready to join us and take us that time to go to scam mode.

My bitty bitty approach is actually senile.

I had thought of staying here for a couple of days just to check up on the new store.

Why the sudden interest in Yorkshire?

Could it be Jim fairly by any chance?

They'll be ridiculous, but you have been seeing him. Not anymore.

I'm glad.

You're angry, Grandie. I don't know why. Why this vendetta?

How can you hate someone? A whole family, just a name for a lifetime.

Well, let's just say the failures are dangerous and I don't want you hurt.

Did they hurt you?

Please, Grandie, you talk to me about everything else.

Why do you employ Jim fairly if you hate him so much?

Well, he's good at his job. And I don't hate Jim personally.

Oh, just a whole family.

I would truly like to drop this subject, Paula.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

Everything's all ready for you.

There's no one else here yet.

I'm here this afternoon.

Hello, Miss.

Hello, here, then.

Miss Ed Wieners, on her way.

Oh, you better not call her Miss Ed Wiener, Hilda. Do remember, it's Lady Dunveil.

Not to me, it's not.

I thought we were having a quiet weekend.

Why have you invited the others?

Oh, it's so nice to be back in Yorkshire.

Why don't you go for a ride?

The air will do you good.

Oh, God. They're arriving already.

I'm off.

And I'm not to be disturbed.

Oh, those kids, and Jim.

And dear Robin.

Oh, God. Aren't Ed Wieners come up with them?

I thought they weren't on speaking terms.

Well, perhaps they're hatching some dark and desperate plot.

Elizabeth, of course, will be late.

I can't remember.

Has she got her husband at the moment?

Oh, she always has her husband, no matter what the moment.

Grandie, you've had several yourself.

Yes, but they didn't get younger as I grew older.

Go on, you must be longing for your ride.

You mean go away and leave you in peace?

Oh, let them know I don't want to be disturbed with you.

Henry, Emma.

I've got the final figures.

Yeah?

They're very good.

Almost nine million pounds.

Oh, that's very good.

Now, I want you to transfer that today to my current account.

That's ridiculous.

You can't put nine million pounds in the current account.

Now, why on earth, you?

Well, I may want to go shopping.

Stop playing with me, Emma.

Nobody can spend nine million pounds shopping.

It depends on what you're buying.

Portia, fancy a cup of tea.

Oh, hilda.

And I'm supposed to be...

Whoops.

Diating.

Oh.

Thank you.

How's that grandson of yours?

Job working out?

Oh, yes.

Thank you for recommending him.

He has to be remembered to you.

He's a good boy.

Good.

It's you and me, Bluelee.

It might be difficult to prove she's actually seen that.

Oh, Emma.

What you doing?

Look, what you've done, your clumsy little fool.

You ought to pay for that, are you wages, all right?

Come on.

Hurry up.

Mrs. Fair, this weight in.

Thanks.

Come in.

Dean, Mom, thank you.

Where's Bonnie?

She's sitting, Mom.

I don't want anything.

You may go.

I've done the plans, Mrs. Turner.

And a clean, the vegetables.

Oh, and I've checked the fires.

So I'll be off.

Where do you think you're going?

It's me afternoon off, Mr. Murgatry.

No.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

There's all this sober to be polished first.

I'll come in extra early in the morning.

My mom's sick and I haven't seen her all week.

Leave the girl alone.

She'll catch up tomorrow.

Thanks, Mrs. Turner.

Now drop it once and for all that.

Or they'll fill me strap across the back.

That's not so opiate for a good hiding.

You'll come back one day and I'll be gone.

Shut up, Dad.

What's got into you?

Shouting and bowling with our mom lying upstairs.

You should know better.

Now sit down and have your tea.

Or I'll be the one that runs away and then where

will all of you be, eh?

Come on, Frank.

Make the tea.

I'll take this bottle up to our mom.

Mom?

Let's go.

Oh, it's not you.

Come on.

Come on, it's all right.

It's not going into the Navy.

And that's the last story in this house, Milad.

You're on the ridge!

I want to go! I'll go!

I said stop it! Both of you!

Come on, Dad.

Oh, Winston isn't running up to me, do you?

That's all talk.

You're wrong for once, Miss Bussy-Nickers.

I mean it, and I'll do it.

Morning, Mum. It's a lovely day.

It's ever so bright. I looked out I could see right over to the top of the world.

It was as clear as a bell.

What do you want on that?

You'll be there for work.

That looks a might better love.

I am, John.

I'll be better soon enough.

Mum, until I did.

Winston.

I love the Elizabeth.

I love thee too, John.

Until the day I die.

Get your coat on, young Frank. You were late for work.

I'm going. I would just read in one of my old school books.

It's money, not books that gets you what you want.

And we need every penny with the medicine and the doctors' bills to pay.

Come on.

Please, God, make your own mum better.

Thank you, sir. Don't be late.

I am.

I am.

I am.

I am.

I am.

I am.

Oh, blast.

I am lost in this blasted fog.

Can you be pining me in the direction of Fairly Hall?

Oh, the cats got her tongue in thinking.

No, I won't be here in your little kalim. Just show me the path and then be on the way.

I'm going to Fairly Hall myself. You can walk with me if you want to.

Well, thank you.

Well, let's be a merchant then. There's a devilish call to you.

Why are you going to the hall then?

Well, it's for repairing the chimneys and the flus and the few odd jobs.

It was himself Square Fairly, came to me in Leeds.

Oh, a kind and generous man he is to be offering me the work.

Where are you from? Not these parts.

I'm from Ireland, sure. The best place in the world.

But there's no work to be had there. And what might you be called?

Emma. Emma Hart.

Well, please be meeting your Miss Hart. Shaino needs the name.

But you're the alchemy blackie.

So you live in Leeds then? What's it like?

Oh, it's a grand town. A grand town. A veritable Mac shotless.

Ah, this great arcade with shops full of fineries for the ladies and the gentle.

Ah, so a finery a queen would wear Emma.

Silk and satin dolts and hats with feathery plumes and veils.

Fancy stockings. Soft leather boots, aerosols, archer,

and a little hard to be designed.

There it is. There's no.

Oh, Mary, mother of Jesus. That's the ugliest house I've ever seen.

Come on, I'm late.

You're here, here. Wait for me.

What time do you call this tent to come strolling in like there's no tomorrow?

At about giving your blass out that I'm sorry, Mrs. Turner.

Don't stand there gawping like a duck in a thunderstorm. Get a move on.

With no time to waste. I set off in time. I did really.

But it was a foggy on the moose.

Where was this then?

It's the builder to mend the chimneys and all. His name's Shane O'Neill, but they call him Blackey.

Do they now?

Good morning to you, Mrs. Turner.

Irish, eh? Well, I don't know that against you.

You're a strong lad and there's no room for weaklings in this house.

How's Bully, Mrs. Turner?

Oh, still sick. Coughing something awful.

You'll have to do her work as well as your own today, love.

I'll make you start.

He'll look near the to death. Go and sit by the fire and get warm.

And you can have a mug of hot glass before you go up.

Would you like a cup left?

I would to be sure and thanks it, Mrs. Turner.

You can make the beds before lunch.

And don't forget there's the silver to be polished.

Set the table for breakfast.

You can black-led the grates in the morning.

But like the morning room fire, and dust the furniture and do the carpet.

Set the table for breakfast.

No, that's all this.

Gabbin' like a little magtize.

You're in dereliction of your duty, cook.

Young good for nothing should have been started a good half hour ago.

Squire's not in the charity business, you know.

She doesn't look as enough as it is.

Well, what are you waiting for now?

Just chop it in the shop.

Don't have to miss your maid on the phone.

Nasty booger.

It was only an accident.

She didn't do it on purpose.

If I ever see you strike that girl again, I won't go to the squire.

I'll tell her father.

And you know what's in store for your jack-cart gets his hands on you.

Are you all right now?

Are you your anneal?

Good Navi from Leeds, right?

Yes, what else had to expect you?

No, it's, er, all on here.

Most of it on.

You can't read, as was.

Now, about your wages.

Fifteen shallings for a week's work and your bordin' lodgings.

That's what the squire instructed.

No, sir.

One Guinea was the price the squire arranged with me in Leeds.

And one Guinea it is.

Oh, sir.

I'm going to try it.

That's where you're going.

I'm sorry, sir.

Yes, please.

Morning, Mecatrude.

Good morning, Master Edwin.

I hope you're feeling better.

Good morning.

Good morning, Father.

How are you, old chap?

Feeling better?

You must get some colour in those cheeks of yours.

I think you should go riding this afternoon.

Yes, I wanted to, but, er,

Mother said it was too cold for me.

Shall I tell you so?

Oh, Mary, I'll tell her myself.

I'm having you turned into a hyper-copier.

I'm sorry.

I think you should be glad that one of us is interested in going into the family business.

And what does that mean?

Sir.

It's just that I mentioned to Gerald that I might like to make a career in law to be a barrister, Father.

Due to his approve.

Not at all, old chap.

If that's what you want.

Anyway, Gerald seems quite happy at the mill.

Absolutely.

I think it's a splendid idea to have a legal brain in the family.

This free trade question is kind of needs trouble.

I don't think Churchill's up in the Mount Twitter.

After all, who does he represent?

A lot of cotton spinners in clogs and shawls.

Keep them down.

Working hard.

Hungry.

Keeps them out of trouble.

You may have learnt about the whole trade.

Thank you, Master Edwin.

That's right.

Emma, sir.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

For God's sake, Adele.

Go back to your room and try and pull yourself together.

Good morning, Mum.

I would just do my way with you, breakfast.

Would you ask Mowgattro to bring me, Erl?

I like to keep a little brandy in my room for medicinal purposes, so...

Erm, Mowgattro to bring me, it would be simpler for him just to bring the bottle and leave it.

Em, what are you doing here?

You're...

I got that with my jobs.

So I rushed home to see how you were.

Hey, Mrs. Turner gave me a drop of beef tea.

Dad's boiling it up for you.

Oh, that way.

You shouldn't have.

I wanted to see how you were getting on.

Oh, I'm feeling better today.

Good.

Hello, Blucky.

Is it still missing, Dad?

There you are, Blucky.

Oh, I don't know.

But you've time to stop for a cup of tea, look.

When I go to work at one of the big houses, Mrs. Turner, as I ruled, there's servants for every little thing.

I never saw this before.

It wasn't always like this.

The mister's well. She's not well, poor thing.

First I may get noticed. French.

Then there was a bit of trouble with the footman.

Master Gerald said he was insulin, so he went.

Tell me more about Leeds, Blucky.

Well, it's full of modern inventions.

There were tram cars there, am I?

Amazing vehicles that run on tracks without the need of horses.

Oh, there's wonders to see in Leeds, right, tell her?

Then there's work to be had in Leeds?

Well, five years ago.

I went there with my uncle Pat.

But now we have our own business, prepare works and building to the gentry.

I tell you, I aim to make myself a pile one day and be a millionaire.

Can a girl like me make a fortune in Leeds?

Hello, Lydia.

How do you do?

This is very good, Lydia.

She's my sister, I want to help.

There's a doctor in Leeds.

I tried, doctors.

I must get away. This is a terrible place, Blucky.

If you're rich, you can do anything. Anything.

The poor don't count. We're just rubbish.

Money makes you safe. I must have it. Lots of it.

A fortune.

If you want a dead badly mover, you'll get it.

If I come to Leeds one day, will you help to show me the rocks, Blucky?

Faith and I will, it'll be my pleasure.

You can always find me in the Mucky Duck and the York Road.

Ask for Rosie, the barremaid. You can leave the message with her.

Twenty-eight.

Nine.

Twelve.

That's what you're getting in for.

I'm going upstairs later on to show this plenumine to Mrs. Wayne, right?

She seems to be running in the house now.

I'm stepping out of your class, my girl.

And it'll get you nothing but trouble. We'll see.

Do you have a problem you'd like to discuss with me?

I made this here plan, Mum.

I think it'll be easier for me to do matures this way.

I worked it all out, proper like.

I've been timing myself every job, and I've worked out how I can spread the big jobs over the week

and fit the little ones in round them.

It's not that I'm afraid of hard work, Mrs. Wayne, right, Mum? It's just...

Well...

It's plan bad.

You mean to tell me that you were the only maid employed in this house?

Yes, Mum.

Well, Emma, I see what you mean.

You've given a great deal of thought to this...

to this timetable. I approve.

Hello, Emma.

You looking very pleased with yourself?

I'm going to stand there like a frightened mouse.

It all happens to my story.

They get caught in a trap.

Snap.

Or they get pounced on by a big furry cat.

With very sharp teeth.

Mrs. Furlham, Mum.

Are you all right?

But, uh... what is it?

I don't need your help.

Emma, take me, Mrs. Furlham.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Will Squire be in today, Master Gerald?

Later. He has personal matters to a tentative.

I can handle anything on his behalf.

The Australians been on George McGill.

We don't need Australian, Mum. Do it.

Well, we are getting a lot more orders.

Oh.

Go away.

Oh, that's good.

I thought it was.

I thought it was.

I thought I was the only person who knew about this place.

I reckon I know these mores better than me.

I thought it was.

I thought it was.

I thought it was.

I reckon I know these mores better than what you do.

I spent many a summer up on top of the world and down here when I were in it.

Top of the world?

Rumsden Crags.

Do you mind calling me that?

Well, that's another secret place of mine.

Do you just drop the master stuff?

Just Edwin will do.

He won't do. He won't do at all. You're gentry, Squire's son.

Can't we forget all that? At least up here.

You've been so very good with Mother.

She's really fond of you, Emma.

You're a lady.

I can remember.

When I was very little, I told them laughing together.

And then...

Oh, I don't know. She seems to close herself out.

Go away from us all.

Father has been so alone, me.

How's he?

Well, I must be getting back.

A whole frozen face will be wondering where I've got to.

Is that where you call him?

Gerald and I used to call him...

Mucky Trotter.

He'll give me the back of his arm if he knows I'm late.

Has he ever hit you?

Oh, plenty of times.

But not late, you.

Don't worry, I can look after myself.

I'm sure you can.

Emma!

I have to choose something to wear tonight.

Dinner party. Important people.

You will be here, won't you, Emma? I can't possibly manage without you.

Yes, Mom.

Mrs. Wainwright asked me to work over the weekend, so I won't be going home.

Oh, good.

I must look my best tonight.

I think it's a bit... a bit pale for you, Mom.

You need something more elegant to make the head's turn.

I know it's just the dress.

This is the one. If I take them roses off.

Remove the roses.

You'll ruin the dress.

No, I won't.

Honest, Mrs. Fairley, Mom.

There.

And you can wear that lovely diamond necklace and the earbobs.

And I'll put your hair up like a picture I saw in the magazine.

Oh, you look lovely.

I don't mind if I do exactly where it is.

What's that noise?

Don't tell me about this.

Freedom words.

Emma's got enough to do off here without worrying about some stupid animal.

What have I got there, myself?

You go down there, you're a graffiti ebbwind.

And anyway, I haven't got the painted record.

Actually, where we left the wretched beast.

Well, I know where it is.

You know nothing.

What is it?

What is it?

What's going on?

Nothing about pardons, Mother.

Go back to bed.

We don't want you interfering.

How dare you speak to me like that.

Come to the library at once.

This has got nothing to do with once.

Well, Gerald, explain yourself.

It's all a storm and a teacup, Mother.

Really?

We were out riding on the moors.

We came across this dog.

We're caught in a rabbit trap.

Ebbwind, I came upset about it.

Excessively so.

Well, it's a release, the dog.

I wouldn't let him.

We, uh, argue about it.

I didn't want Edwin injuring himself, Mother.

That's all.

That's not all.

The dog was alive.

An in terrible pain.

I suggested we sent the yardman to set it free or shoot it and put it out of its suffering.

It seemed the only humane thing to do.

Gerald said it was a waste of time and a waste of a bullet.

How disgusting you are.

To let a helpless animal suffer like this.

Don't upset yourself, Mother.

You make yourself ill again.

You will send the yardman to see if the dog can be saved.

If not to put it out of its misery and shout.

What is it now, Mother?

If I see you in danger Edwin's life in any way, ever again, or here you have, I won't answer for the consequences.

Edwin could have been...

Edwin.

Always Edwin.

Edwin could have been killed out there.

You know what they do to murderers, Gerald?

They hang them by their neck until they're dead.

Do you understand me?

Emma, I'd like to go to my room.

It's all right, Mom.

You must rest yourself now.

Emma, this evening, I come.

It's all right.

I come. Plenty of time, Mom.

Don't leave her alone, Mr. Edwin.

Wait, was it until I can come up?

I'm sure Mrs. Wainwright has thought up a wonderful dinner, but if you ask me it's a bit too fancy for my liking.

A bit more cringy.

Wait a minute.

That's it.

Make sure you keep this caviar chilled.

And he's chopping the hard boiled eggs.

And the rawnions.

Turtle soup.

I shall need some sherry for that, Mr. Murgatroyd.

Then the beef's in the oven.

How do you do, Miss Hart?

How do you like leaves?

Oh.

It's a veritable metropolis.

That's really very good.

You're a clever girl, Emma.

It looks so plain without the roses.

Tristly, Mom.

No.

You're necklid and then me a bobs.

Now look for yourself.

Yes.

Yes, that will do.

It's a very good situation.

It's a very good situation.

It has to be so careful.

If you notice any sign in that behavior, please don't.

I remember Chil

Choy.

I guess it's...

Mrs. Wainwright.

What was it?

What was it?

What was wrong?

Mrs. Karr

Mrs. Wainwright, what was it?

What was it?

What was it?

Mrs. Wainwright?

It was a very good situation.

It has to be so careful.

If you notice any sign in that behavior, please don't.

Mrs. Wainwright, I remember Chil

Choy.

Mrs. Wainwright, what was it?

What was wrong?

Mrs. Karr, we have this place.

And now we have this house.

Chit for its trade.

It's...

Whispering.

It was great.

What place?

Who have you?

He...

He...

He...

Mrs. Fowlie, man, you must listen to me.

You must pull yourself together.

The guests will be here any minute.

You will see, Mrs. Fowlie.

You must go down.

You're the mistress of the house.

What is it?

A place?

A place yet?

A place where you have a father.

A place where you have a father.

A place where you have a father.

A place where you have a father.

I've done that, Mrs. Fowlie.

I've had a people with the banisters and they've all arrived.

My head began to hurt again.

One of my headaches.

The waiting, Mrs. Fairley.

Edwin, I'd like you to meet Mr. McGill.

How do you do, sir? I've had a lot about him.

Edwin is my youngest son.

I'll delight in the Major.

You too. Look along.

I'm looking forward to it.

Go on, Mrs. Fairley, Mom.

The waiting for you.

Do you have such a place, Ed?

Well, in Sydney, safety.

And I have yet to be here.

I'm not an astronaut.

What is this?

A

probe, trusted.

What I'm attempting to do is to make one too simple.

Faculty of change.

Yes.

Very unusual, Mom.

I think you're a good person.

Yes, I do.

Major Ball.

What about you, Mom?

It is not always so easy to answer a question with you.

Yes, or no?

Of course it is.

Well, there are some who's left to know.

Is it true?

That Australian husband has stopped beating us.

I'll take your point, Mrs. Fairley.

I'll take your point, Mrs. Fairley.

No, no, no.

Please be at least.

Please be at least.

Perhaps we'll be at least.

Perhaps we'll be at least.

Perhaps we'll be at least.

Well, if you gentlemen will excuse us, we will leave you to your cigars and your scandalous

stories.

We'll be joining you very soon.

I promise you, Mrs. Fairley.

Well, here's to our successful business relationship and our hub of friendship.

I'm only sorry that you're leaving us so soon.

I'll have a good night.

I'll have a good night.

I'm only sorry that you're leaving us so soon.

I'll be signing for Sydney in May.

Our chance of getting you over to Australia?

One day, perhaps.

I must compliment you on your why, Adam.

Not only beautiful.

She's an entertaining lady.

You're a lucky man.

Yes, I am, aren't I?

Can I get up for a differ?

I'm sorry to intrude so late.

I'm glad I...we have become very dependent on your kindness.

I was glad to be of help.

You must be a tireder.

I'm not tired at all.

I've had my field.

I don't.

Just wanted to see.

I want to finish this lot, Mrs Turner.

I've got Mrs Wayne Wright's mending to do later.

But you can't go on at this place forever.

Oh, it won't be forever.

I've got my plan, you see.

I'd hate you, Mrs Turner.

And I hope this is a cup of tea you'll be offering me.

Black and weird!

Look at you, I declare.

You'll get to be more fetching every time I see you.

No.

A compliment to you, Mrs Turner, and a little something to buy.

Oh, my favourite song bogs.

And, uh...

Is this for you, Emma?

Oh, what is it?

Just a little bit in nonsense.

Oh, what is wonderful?

Oh, it's only glass, you know, but...

A colour reminded me of your eyes.

One day, one ate me a misfortune.

It's real sapphires I've been giving you.

Well, that sounds like Spence Rift up to me.

Oh, sure. What's the point of having money if you don't get the pleasure from it?

If you got it to spare.

Would you listen to this one?

It's tornin' into the real hard-headed Yorkshire that year in the house.

The kettle's boiled.

Emma, get the cake.

You look terribly smart.

You suit.

How's your business is booming?

I tell you, before many years are out, I'll be building my own dream house.

Your own favourite wall?

Oh, heaven forbid.

No, no, I don't want a...

A mussel-limb like this place.

No, no, it'll be a fine house.

In the palladium style.

With handsome portigos and columns, rooms full of light and airiness.

And for nurture, well, I love the best of Sheraton and Pepper White.

Maybe a little sipping deal.

And there'll be fine objects and paintings.

And I shall build it to my own design.

Do you know how to design houses, then?

I'm learning.

I go to night school and leads.

Can anyone go tonight?

It's called to learn things.

Mr. Tornon, Darlaged.

Very glad.

What is it?

My dad says we have to come right away now.

What's wrong?

It's our ma'am. She's right badly. Dr. Max there now.

Don't be afraid now.

He's Dr. Max there. It must be serious.

I'll come back as quick as I can, Mrs. Turner.

Come on, buddy.

Please, God, don't let down that and die.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Up in front of you.

Max.

Come on, Emma.

Come behind me.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Mom?

It's me.

Mom, it's Emma.

Emma.

Wait for you.

I'm here.

You're a good laugh.

Promise me.

You look after Winston and Frank and you talk.

Don't talk like that.

Promise me.

I promise.

It's you, darling.

Let me see.

Let me see the top of the world.

Shall we?

Let me see the top of the world.

That's the top of the world.

Um...

odeict

Liszt

I'll fetch Dr. Mac.

No.

She's free.

It's God's will.

God's will.

There's no God.

If there was a God, he wouldn't have let me.

My mother's sorrow is you.

I knew wouldn't have let me.

I'm dying.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

For as much as it has pleased Almighty God of his great mercy, they take unto himself

the soul of our dear, whom in her body to the ground.

To ashes, to ashes, dust, to dust, ensure uncertain hope of the resurrection who remains Christ,

who shall change the body of our lowest day, that it may be like unto his glory to the mighty working,

whereby he is able to submit all things to himself.

I heard a voice from heaven saying unto my Lord, even so said the Spirit for the rest from their neighbor.

Dear Emma, I cannot imagine what it must feel like to lose one's mother, but I just wanted you to know that you are in my thoughts.

Your friend Edwin.

A to Elizabeth.

Emma, I'm very sorry about your mother.

I'm very sorry.

I still say it was deceitful.

Doing a moonlight flip without so much is a good bye.

He did leave your note.

He's a big lad. He can look after himself.

There's something else I'd like to know.

How did he get into the Royal Navy without his signature on his papers? He's underage.

Do you mean your brothers run away?

Yes. Back to his bags and crept off in the middle of the night.

Did he say what he was going to do?

He didn't need to. Winston's wanted to join the Navy since he were ten.

Oh, well, he's a lucky fellow.

Lucky?

Well, he knows what he wants to do with his life.

And he's had the courage to make his own decision.

So would you.

I hope so.

Well, I must take these herbs back to Mrs. Turner.

School begins next week. I don't want to go.

You'll be back soon enough.

Yes, Emma, I was going to ask if you...

Oh, God.

Can we have a picnic on your first day off? Oh.

Hmm?

Rosemary. That's for remembrance.

Pray you love, remember.

Oh, it's a sister bit of Shakespeare, Emma.

Oh, hi. Shakespeare, is it?

Ta.

All right.

All right.

Listen to me, Dad. Why don't you go down to the pub?

Have a pint with the lads.

Alice, I think I will.

I wish you could have stayed at school like the teacher wanted.

It's a shame.

Fairly, Britians. Not so bad.

Good enough for the lags of us, eh?

Off to bed, lad.

I'll be up to Tuck in.

I'll bring you up a cup of milk.

And an apple?

I'm not a baby, Emma. I don't need Tuck in.

But I'd like the apple.

Hey, what do you scribble in at now?

That's no way to make your fortune scribble in.

Oh, yes, it is. I'm going to work on a newspaper one day.

Maybe even the morning is at.

Then you'll still be working for the fairies.

I'm feeling better. Much better.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

I need to go home for a while.

How long will it be gone?

Only for a few weeks.

Edwin's home from school. He can keep you company.

I've left instructions with Mrs. Turner,

and really Emma's organized the household arrangements extremely well.

She's a good girl.

And devoted to you.

As we all are.

Edwin! Wait for me!

Edwin! Wait for me!

Edwin! Wait for me!

Hey, man!

No!

That's it! That's it!

That's it! That's it!

You'll never die, Emma.

We're both going to live forever and ever and ever and ever and ever!

Goodbye, Edwin dear.

You must look after that chest of yours.

Yes. Goodbye Aunt Olivia.

Goodbye, Gerald.

Bye Aunt Olivia.

I shall escort your aunt's safety to London and then go on to Paris.

Look after your mother. Of course.

If there's any trouble at the mill, Gerald, you'll never go after me.

I'm sure I can manage to look after things just as well as you do, Father.

Don't concern you, sir.

No. You need a rest.

You remember that crevice where I lost a shilling last week?

Yes.

I'd like to try and shift the rock.

Edwin, you'll never find that, shall we?

Just wait and see.

The thing is, I think there's a hollow space behind the rock. I heard it rattle.

Maybe there's a cave.

It's rocking a bit. If I push it from a barbie, my topple.

Be careful. You could fall.

You've lost another shilling.

Did he hear that?

Come on, Ed.

I think he's moving.

Come on, just a bit longer.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey, Edwin!

Hey, Edwin! Look out!

It's like a little tunnel. I'm going in.

I'm coming too. No.

I'm not afraid. Come on.

Someone's discovered this cave before us.

What have you found? Look.

Here.

Tom.

He said he made himself comfortable.

What have you found?

I found him.

What have you found?

He must have discovered this cave years ago.

Come on, who Elizabeth was.

Emma. Emma.

Emma, what is it? What's wrong?

Look at you. Your hands are very small. Look here.

Come on. I'll race you to the back.

A better uphill.

I won't even try.

Oh, stop him.

Oh, God.

Come on, quick.

We'll get caught in the storm.

Not a quick hurry. Come on.

Do we think we ought to make a dash before?

No, we'll have to wait till it passes.

You mustn't put another coal just when you're better.

I know. We'll both got a catch on you, Moner, if we sit around in wet clothes.

We'll just have to dry them out. We can leave them by the fire.

Emma, don't be silly. That dress is soaking.

Globe, Mrs. Turley. Oh, Lord Emma, just look at you.

You're going to get Ron Curtis again.

We'll just have to get out of these wet things.

What? Take our clothes off. Give them a card.

I'll be here as you wish, Miss Harp. I am certainly not going to catch my death because of false modesty.

There. Now, look.

What could be more respect? This is as good as a kilt.

What? Almost.

Here. Look, I'll wrap this round here.

And you will look like an Indian Maharani in a sorry.

And good as knows, there's no problem.

That's Mrs. Turner's best tablecloth.

Oh, a plexer. What are you afraid of?

Emma, I'd never harm you. You're my best friend.

My dearest friend.

Now, go and change into this.

I'll wrap it around you.

Um, over there. And I'll go and get some food ready.

There's only one mug and one plate, but there's plenty of food and a flask of elderberry wine.

It's so cold.

There's not much wood left.

How long do you think we're going to be stuck here?

We'll frozen here.

How about it?

How many days have you applied?

Welcome!

They're so beautiful...

I love you, Emma.

It's not right.

I will love you.

I've never heard you.

I couldn't harm the person I love most in the whole world.

Do you?

Do you love me?

Oh, Emma.

No, I love you.

Don't you love me?

Oh, no.

You must have asked me.

You must have asked me.

It's all right, Mrs. Hennley.

It's just got called in the storm.

Let's get you out of those deck clothes.

I'm going to sit down over there and take those boots off.

Emma, what are you doing here?

I thought you were safe at all with your dad.

I came across Emma on the mores, Mrs. Turner.

She was worried about getting back to you.

Something to do with jam making.

So, I decided it was too dangerous, so we sheltered.

Ed Ramsey Cracks.

The stream were flooded, Mrs. Turner.

Edwin had to swim as both over.

I wouldn't have made it on my own.

Annie will bring you up some hot water for a bath.

Thank you.

I'm really sorry about the picnic basket.

I'll send you off a bite of supper, Master Edwin.

Thank you.

Don't, don't, don't.

Jam making.

The servants and gentry don't mix.

It's not right. You've got to know your place.

You're stepping out of your class, my girl.

Come here.

Yet in these thoughts, myself almost despising.

Happily, I think on thee.

And then my state, like to the lark at break of day,

arising from sullen earth, sings hymns at Heaven's gate.

I know you've improved the output, Master Jero, but the men are happy.

The men are not paid to be happy, Wilson.

They're paid to work.

Yes, sir, but if you put them too far, there's a danger of accident.

I've not been any accident. Not yet.

You'll be a wonderful barrister, Edwin.

You'll see Justy's done defending innocent people.

I'm not so cali had Emma. It's just a job.

It shouldn't be.

And earthly power to then show like his gods when Mercy Seasons justice.

Emma. Shakespeare. That speech of Porsches you read out to me.

But I only read it once.

You started me off on it.

I've been opening the books in the library as well as dusting them.

You have a beautiful voice.

I've been practicing to speak properly.

Properly?

Of course it won't do for the servants all, but one day.

One day?

No. One day I need to be a lady.

You're a lady now.

Look.

I'm my lady.

Mother.

It's good to see you downstairs.

Did I hear Edwin's voice?

No.

No, you'll have to wait another whole week for Edwin.

I decided it was time that I went through the household accounts.

Why not? Good idea.

I have been reading the Gazette.

It says that you are making changes at the mill.

What if I have?

They do not sound like improvements.

Are you telling me the Gazette is criticizing my judgment?

We own that, right?

Reading between the lines, I would say that you are taking risks.

Would you?

Well, let me tell you something, Mother dear.

You worry about the risks your husband is taking.

Funny how his business trips always coincide with your sisters' visits to London.

What'd you say?

When?

When, Stan?

When did you get back?

Are you well?

What's wrong?

Why did you arrive?

One at a time.

I've got a week's leave.

Hello, Dad.

I see they've cut your hair.

You look good.

I'm not going to buy a bunch of soap.

What happened?

Why is the doctor here, Mrs. Turner?

Mr. Murgatry?

It's my dad, isn't it?

He's sick again.

They sent him home.

It's Mrs.

She's dead.

But she were all right yesterday?

Felt on the stairs in the night.

Prokonak, Dr. Sass.

The last founder went to do the grapes this morning.

Stiffers of all Chiwak, stretched out to the foot of the staircase.

Poor lady.

Mr. Gerald sent a telegram to the square to tell him to come home.

Mr. Edwin was on his way.

What was she doing wandering around in the middle of the night?

It was broken glass.

Around her.

From a wine goblet.

Murgatry had swept it up.

She was clodging onto the stone.

She cut her hands.

There was dried blood.

She was coming down to get herself a drink.

Your doctor means to anyone.

What's done is done.

Poor, lonely lady.

Grand is born of a woman.

Has the short time to live and has full of you.

He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.

He fled as it were a shadow and never continued with in one's day.

In the midst of life we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for soccer, but of the old lord,

who for our sins are justly displeased.

Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty,

O holy and most merciful saviour, deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.

Though no is Lord, the secrets of our hearts,

yet not thy merciful ears to our prayer, but spare us Lord most holy,

O God most mighty, O holy and most merciful saviour,

thou most worthy judge eternal, suffer us not at our last hour,

for any pains of death to fall from thee.

I've missed you so much.

I'm sorry about Mrs. Fairley. It was terrible.

Yes, I feel we failed her, the family.

Not you. Scry maybe, but never you.

Emma, why do you hate my father so much?

Has he been unkind to you? No, but he's a squire.

He owns things.

He uses people like things that's wrong.

Well, yes, I suppose it is, if it's so.

Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk about your father like that.

Oh, look, don't let's talk about Emma talk.

He's going abroad for a year, Australia.

Now, Gerald is to take over control of the mill.

And you? Oh, come in here. Come on.

I'm going to Cambridge.

I have a reading list. I have to meet some of the dawns. I've even...

Oh, but don't worry, not at once.

Look, let's meet on Sunday at the top of the world, yes?

Mm?

You haven't changed have you, Emma.

You're just a lovely... Oh, yes, I still love you.

Oh, good. Good.

Oh, come on.

What's wrong with the matter?

Mm?

I'm going to have a baby.

Oh, my gosh.

Are you all right?

Um...

You're absolutely sure?

Yes, absolutely sure.

Oh, Sarah, last night.

My father just could kill me. What are you going to do?

Don't you mean what are we going to do?

Well, yes, of course I mean we.

You want to show?

Positive.

Edwin, help me.

I've been so worried.

I had no one to tell that's been terrible on me, huh?

And a look. Come here.

Look, um...

I've heard that there are doctors now. I think, um...

Well, they...

They didn't take care of such matters now.

I am. Maybe we can find one in Bramford or Leeds at all.

I could tell my wife's home.

Yes, we could do that.

We could find some crack or butcher me and leave me to bleed my way home,

and that's what you want. It's not what I want.

I don't know what else to do. This is a catastrophe.

What come we do, Edwin?

Um...

Right, look. Um...

It's a tomorrow...

Um...

It's, um...

It's, um...

So, I'm on my own.

Oh, no, I didn't say that.

You didn't need to.

Well, it wouldn't be proper, would it, Master Edwin?

The working class and the gentry. Not marriage.

It isn't that I don't want you to do.

But, Nog, we're just too young to meet.

I'm not a good person.

I don't want you to do. But, Nog, we're just too young to marry.

I've got to get my degree first and my father...

I know. You'd kill me.

Emma. I'm so sorry.

I just want to leave fairly as soon as I can.

Can't answer for what my dad would do. He couldn't stand the shame.

When will you go?

As soon as I can.

Silly, some of these roses I can't breathe.

Yes, I'll do that.

I've got a bit of money saved.

15 pounds.

I only had, uh...

5 pounds in the world at the moment, but...

Look, it could help.

Yes. Thank you very much.

Emma. I will do anything to help.

Anything? That's very kind of you.

No. Look, Emma, please.

No, look at me. Please, just please try to understand.

I do. I do understand.

You look like a gentleman, but you're nothing.

You're less than the dirt under my feet.

I won't be seeing you again, Edwin.

I'm not feeling fairly. Never. As long as I live.

Emma, wait! Wait!

What's going on in here?

I don't know.

I'm not feeling fairly.

No, I'm not feeling fairly.

No, I'm not feeling fairly.

No, I'm not feeling fairly.

No, I'm not feeling fairly.

No, I'm not feeling fairly.