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Well, she's out there
in that mist somewhere, sir.

Right. We'll take the boat
and we'll look for her.

There she is, sir!

She's a beautiful ship, sir.
But she's slack.

Gaffled all over the place.
A bit like old Captain Baines.

Christian Radich, ahoy!

Christian Radich, ahoy!

Albatross.

Now why would they killan albatross?

The old shell backs used to make
tobacco pouches out of them.

Till they learned better.

One damn thing after another,
and then I got this hand.

The signal said fever.

But the fever followed.

There's a tick-worm here.
The buzzer, they call it.

Winds itself like silk
round the anchor rope,

but the moment you put flesh to it,
it's into you.

I didn't know it then,
you should cut it out at once,

I got to it too late.

- What happened to the mate?
- Crilly?

He got a knife in his back ashore.
He was lucky to get a Christian burial.

The third skinned out,

and the police have got the boatswain,
bending his elbow and his fist.

- And the crew?
- Well, they're abed.

But I've just been so weak,

whole days have gone by
with me just lying here.

I got a message to the consul.

Well, your worries are over.
I'm to take her home.

You are? A mate, I asked for.

Mr Onedin wants the cargo home
by Christmas.

I haven't had
a Christmas ashore in seven years.

Well, you will now.

Do you want to stay in this cabin
or do you want to take the mate's?

- Now look here...
- Look!

The signal from Mr Onedin is very clear.

He says you're to be put ashore
if there's any trouble.

He just wants the cargo.

Get on with it! Come on, get moving!

I want this boat
ship-shape and Bristol fashion. Right?

No! No, whatever it is, no!

Stop and think!

There's nothing
that won't come out of the wash.

Believe me.

Nothing.

So the idea is that the Brazilian cargo
is all dealt with in one wharf.

Now, out of this warehouse,

we'll deal with the whittling
and the repairs.

Course, it'll all have to made good,
new timber inside and out.

- And I want it all done by December.
- Right.

Now you've also bought
a job lot of properties there.

Down the bottom end
of Wilmington Street.

- Aye, what are they like?
- Slums.

Ah! No value, are they?

No, coppers. About six houses in all.
About the same size as the warehouse.

Oh, good, more storage space.
Right, get 'em down.

- Demolish?
- Aye, by December.

- We'll have to serve eviction orders.
- So long as it's done by Christmas.

- What's so special about Christmas?
- It's our anniversary.

For the family?

Not them. For the Onedin Line.

I feel we're coming to the end
of one era and beginning anew.

When I look out of this window,
I want to see a forest of masts

stretching from one end
of the wharf to t'other.

My ships, my wharf. Brazilian wharf.

I want you to start before December.

And I thought you were
going to be having a party.

A what?

Oh, we always have
a family do at Christmas.

You know, kids all over the place.

Go on.

Hello, Robert.

Haven't seen you
since before the elections.

- My loss again, I'm sure.
- Eh?

Look, if that's all
you've got to say to me...

Funnily enough, no.

I've had the most benevolent thought
put into my mind.

- Well, keep it there.
- Christmas!

That's months away.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I am totally preoccupied.

Come along. Come along. Go on. Go on!

He just walked out of
the committee rooms on the night,

and walked and walked.

I don't know where on earth he went.

And that was the start of it.
Everything.

It's just as well he's lost his seat.

Better he's removed now,
before he brings discredit on all of us.

Discredit? Robert?

Oh, Sarah, you know what he's like.
Transparent.

Sooner or later,
everyone sees through him.

Oh, you and your tongue!

No wonder you never came near him.

Why don't you welcome the fact that
he can now settle down to a humdrum life

and upset as few people as possible?

Oh, Elizabeth, I don't know
why I bother to talk to you.

- I'm speaking my mind.
- And that's what I'm objecting to!

Oh, he's best out of politics.

Well, he's not settling down
to a humdrum life, and that's the truth.

Look, he's off all the time.

- Off!
- Off?

He's neither here nor in the office.

Don't you understand
what I'm trying to tell you?

He's getting himself dressed up to kill

and then he's off somewhere
and he won't say where.

Well, one thing Robert's never been
is mysterious.

Oh, but he is now.

- Over here.

They'll have to come out straightaway,
or they'll get crushed.

- Do you recognise the feathers?
- No.

Oh, you ought to, silly,

- they're common garden fowl.
- Oh!

But of course,
they've been combed and pressed.

Nearly all the hats are like this,
this year.

The ribbon's very nice.

- Pass me the other one, will you?
- Oh, yes.

Over here.

This is the new sailor.

A regular Jack Tarr
with a very breezy brim.

Well?

I think I prefer this one. More dressy.

There's no problem with the warehouse,
but we're gonna have to shift

to get those houses
down in Wilmington street.

Then shift.

- Now, how many of these are there?
- Six orders, six houses.

Right.

- Er, a visitor, sir.
- Well, I'm not in.

- It's Mrs Onedin, and she's in a bother.
- She'll just have to wait, won't she?

I have my heart set on this thing
being done by Christmas.

And I want it contracted out
and a prize given,

before they can plead weather.

- Very good, sir.
- Aye.

Give it to some Irishmen.
They work harder and they're cheaper.

I will not be fobbed off by clerks!

And you can tell him to get out as well.
This is family, James.

I have some questions.
Have you seen Robert lately?

- Well, I've...
- Either you have or you haven't,

and if you haven't, it's very easy
to say so, but you have, haven't you?

- Yes. Yes, I have.
- Anything to say?

- Who?
- Robert.

Well, um, no. He cut me, actually.

There's something going on, I know it.

Look, I expect it's the elections
that have upset him.

Oh, that's what Elizabeth said.

She's so selfish
she's only interested in herself.

But of me thoughts...

I have never had thoughts like them,
not in all my married life.

It's true, I swear. There's goings-on.

Don't just sit there!

If your father were alive,
he'd take a strap to him.

Oh, a bit late for that now.

Oh, James, you're his brother,
you've got to do something,

- will you speak to him?
- Well, I suppose...

And don't listen to a word he says!

We either do it now or we turn back
and we put him ashore.

- It's in a hell of a state, that hand.
- I can hear what you're saying.

- All right, then, what would you do?
- I'd cut!

Okay, Wilson, take the bandage off.

Look at that!

I'd set my heart on
being home for Christmas.

- There's some rum here.
- Oh, you have it yourself.

All right. Hold him down.

Come on.

It's gonna be better if you don't look.

- I've done it myself.
- That's why it's in such a mess.

That will teach you
to shoot an albatross.

I never shot no albatross!

Mental as well.

- You sure this is the address?
- Positive. It's above a shop.

One of my clerks said he saw Robert
helping her to move in.

Oh.

- Miss Beatrice... What's her name?
- Mays.

He calls on her nearly every day.

- Come with me.
- Certainly not!

- Oh, what are we gonna do?
- I'm not going to do anything.

Hmm. Oh, what a month!
First, Baines laid up.

I now have to take Harvey off the Osiris

to bring the Christian Radich home,
and now this!

- Matt Harvey's on the Christian Radich?
- Aye.

Bringing her home for Christmas,
I hope.

Not much of a Christmas for Sarah.

- Not much fun for Charlotte, either.

- Will Miss Gaunt be accompanying her?
- Yes. She is her governess.

- Oh, get in.
- Yes, ma'am?

Perhaps you came to check the movements

of the Christian Radich
on the Lloyd's List.

She's an Onedin Line ship, ma'am.

Just do as you're told, Mr Johnson.

I've nothing to say to you.

- Who invited you to sit down?
- A word in your ear.

- You've no business here.
- Oh, can't I just be curious?

Not into my private affairs
you can't, no.

Not all that private.

What?

You are a lad, aren't you?

You know, what I don't understand is,
though,

why are you making
such an opera out of it?

What are you saying?

Well, you know, why don't you...

- Look, why sail under your own colours?
- What do you mean by that?

Well, Father never had
his bits of fancy

within a stone's throw of the shop,
you know.

- Get out.
- No, I won't get out.

- Get out!
- Look, I'm trying to understand!

- You're incapable of understanding!
- Mmm.

You have never had a relationship
with a man or a woman

- that was never based on money!

- Oh, aye, money.
- Yes, that is right!

And I'm including your marriage.

Why, you're not only incapable
of understanding your own feelings,

but those of others.

Like your bits of fancy, eh?

That's just what I mean.

Even your expressions
are out of the gutter!

I thought, I bet she's taking you
for a pretty penny, eh?

And even if she were, it wouldn't make
the slightest bit of difference.

Now, look, Robert,
I'm not interested...

Get out! I've nothing to say to you
that you're capable of understanding.

Mmm-hmm.

I have my explanations.

But it would be pointless
in making them

to someone as boorish and as selfish
as you are!

I remember your marriage!

And I know why you're making
all this fuss about Christmas.

It's because you can't stand
your own company, that's why.

And another thing,

you'd be forced to spend
at least one day with your own child.

- Right!

Right!

Robert?

What's wrong? What was all that noise?

Oh...

- That... That was my brother.
- Does he object?

No.

No, it's just that he's put a totally
wrong construction on everything.

And...

And I said some very hard things.

You see, Beattie, I've always been...

Been looked upon as a bit of a joke.
I was.

I was a dogsbody.

In and out of that shop
at every ring of the bell.

Oh, yes, I was. A bit of joke.

- A joke? You?
- Mmm-hmm. Aye.

Oh, but that's ridiculous.

- Robert?
- Mmm?

- You're a very attractive man.

Robert, listen to me.

If it weren't for my mother,
I could say...

Oh, no, no. No, Beatie.

Well, I'm only human,
like everyone else.

Yes, I suppose you are.

But the truth is,
I was a bit of a joke all those years.

But people change.

I mean, I've changed.
Oh, yes, I've learnt so much.

When I think what I've done
for that brother of mine, I...

Oh, well, never mind.

At least there's one thing.
He didn't find out. Now, come on.

Where are those deeds?

They're in here.

But I'm afraid
they're falling to pieces.

Oh, that's all right.

Yes, I think you can safely
leave this matter to me.

Excuse me. I wanted to see Mr Onedin.

Well, he's not here.
What do you want to see him about?

I live in Wilmington Street.

I take it you've got an eviction order.

Do you mean this?

- Aye, that's it.
- But I can't read.

It says you've got two weeks.

Two weeks?

Aye. Sorry, you left it too late.
You should have seen Mr Onedin before.

Ah!

They'll set each other off nicely,
don't you think?

Uh, yes.

I value your opinion, you know.
It's the men who pay.

- Well, I'm no judge.
- Oh, but you are.

Oh! They set each other off very well.

Definitely. How's that?

Now, the money may be drawn
on the bank next week.

So, from then on,
you have nothing to worry about.

- I don't know what to say.
- When in doubt, say nowt.

- It's not just the money.
- I understand.

No, you don't.

I'm back on my feet again now.
I'm well in harness.

Of course you are.

When you sell those,
I reckon they'll fetch a pretty penny.

I have my confidence back, Robert.
You gave me that.

- I wish I could do as much for you.
- For me?

Yes, and more.

You see, your family don't think
as much of you as I do,

and you've had precious little reward
from them or politics.

And now,
after all you've done for me, I...

That briefcase
is never out of your hand.

- There.

That's a start, then.
Life is full of starts.

Precious moments.

Quite. I quite agree.

That albatross is still there,
as if it's following us.

It's a bird, that's all.

More than a bird.

- Wind's still blowing us back.
- Is it there?

The Horn's still there.
We can't get around it.

- No, the bird.
- Well, she comes and goes.

- Sit down, Wilson.
- Thank you, sir.

We'll never get round this month.

You don't believe all them yarns,
do you?

- The souls of dead sailor men?
- Aye, and so do you.

- Shooting an albatross.
- I never shot no albatross!

There was an albatross's foot
pegged up to dry the day I come aboard.

- You never told me that.
- You were sick.

Whoever done it must have shot it
on the passage out.

Snared it.

- Snared?
- Aye, Crilly, the mate.

Said he was after flying fish
or anything going,

but what would he want
an albatross's foot for?

- Smoke a pipe?
- Never out of his mouth.

Right, tobacco pouch.

But why is the bird following us
and bringing this weather with it?

We'll never get home for Christmas.

Why does anybody follow anybody?
It's looking for its mate.

What are you looking for in there?

This was the mate's.
Stick your hand down in there.

I knew there were two of them!

And you're right,
this is a tobacco pouch.

What are we gonna do with it?

- Pitch it overboard.

Right in the wake, where it can be seen.

Old wives' tales. It's just a bird.

- You see?
- Rubbish.

I've chucked that albatross pouch over.

But he reckons
it's just an old wives' tale.

Well, he's a lad, isn't he?

I mean, the wet's not dry
on his legs yet.

- I don't know.
- Oh, well, I do.

And if he can ask me again,
yes, I believe.

I always sail with my cowl.

I never whistle in a ship,
never sail on a Friday,

don't like women aboard,
or cross-eyed men,

and I never shot an albatross. Never.
Especially not off the Horn.

Stand by to go above!

The wind must have changed.

Of course the wind's changed.
We got rid of the albatross, haven't we?

And he says, "Old wives' tales."

- But...
- Oh, no, "Buts."

What happened to Crilly the mate?

Dead.

Aye. A regular Jack-me-hearty
like him up there. He knew it all.

Old wives' tales.

You can tell him from me, Wilson,
the sea's got no wife.

There was a slight shift in the wind.
What are you grinning at?

We've lost our company.

- Robert...
- Not a word.

You're sure, are you?

I mean, if you buy a property,
a search is made, always.

You don't just lay down cash
without any enquiry.

- Your brother has.
- But why?

AIII know is
Miss Mays has sold it to him.

Property in this area doesn't change
hands without my knowing about it.

Well, they're useless as they are.
I mean, what's he got on his mind?

- There's no profit in them.
- The reverse.

Maybe he's trying to teach me a lesson.
All of us.

Hear, do you know anything
about this woman?

She's hopeless as a businesswoman.

Ah, well, that makes two of them.
What else?

The Mays are an old family.
Come down in the world. Oh, respectable.

I was wrong about that, then, eh?

Well, I have an inkling
of what it's all about now.

That's a relief, eh?
You better show in Mrs Onedin.

Right.

Mrs Onedin?

Sarah?

Oh, James. Look, it's hundreds!

Didn't know
I had this much money.

It's the firm's money.
He's put it into his own account.

What's he intending to do?

I don't know. I...
It just doesn't bear thinking about.

Look, has he actually
been out all night?

- No.
- Well, then, there's hope. Go on.

- What do you mean?
- Well,

we might have wronged him, you know.

- Wronged him?
- Aye!

Don't you understand what he's doing?

Unless we confront him face to face
and demand an explanation...

- Is he expecting that?
- No, he certainly is not. Now, when?

Hmm?

- You're not very interested, are you?
- I have a life of my own.

- Oh, good of you to come.
- As I said, I have a life of my own.

Now, look, when Robert comes,

you let him have his say
without any fuss.

Do I make myself clear?

All right, all right!
Do you think I'm afraid to face them?

- Or any of you?
- James, listen...

In fact, I'm glad in me heart of hearts
that you've come.

- Your heart, Robert?
- That's what I said.

- This is money, Robert.
- Exactly!

And since you've raised the matter,
let me remind you of what I said.

That you're incapable of understanding
a relationship between two people

that is not based on money!

This is alll can get out of him.
Nothing about his bit of skirt!

Listen to her, will you? Me own wife.

You can tell
she was in service.

Now come on, Robert. Tell us.

Before Christmas.

Very well.
I shall try to be as precise as I can.

And I might say here and now

that I've waited a long time
for this moment...

- Precise.
- All right!

To begin with,

one, I have never given any money
whatsoever to Miss Beatrice Mays.

Two, I have never,
in any sense of the word,

behaved with impropriety towards her,

and three,
my failure to communicate my intentions

is borne out by my dear wife's
recent behaviour viz. my cheque book,

floating about this family
like dirty linen!

I don't know what I've done
to any of you,

to be so humiliated and spied upon
and watched...

- You did say, "Precise."
- All right!

All right.

The fact of the matter is,

I came across Miss Beatrice Mays
when she...

When she was at the end of her tether.

- Who is she?
- She's a gentlewoman.

She runs a little millinery business
that was looked after by her mother,

but after a chapter of accidents,
things went from bad to worse.

She lost half her stock
and then she was fleeced by her tenants.

Tenants?

She does have a little property
of her own.

So the rents fell behind
and she went to pieces.

So, I bought the property.
I took it off her hands.

That's what I mean. I am her landlord.

And that was the money!

So if you wish to extend
Wilmington Street,

you won't get my end
without it costing a pound or two.

Oh.

- I see.
- Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to.

But you seemed so eager to put a totally
wrong construction on everything.

And shall I tell you something else?

Do you know what Miss Beattie Mays
said to me?

She said,
"You're a marvellous man, Robert.

"Because you listen.

"You're only capable of understanding
when you listen," she said.

"Listen and care."

You see, I've never had a friend,

not a woman friend
who is just a friend.

Who is just glad to see me
coming and going.

When I told her about you, James,
and what I'd learnt from you,

your energy and your foresight...

Mind you, it wasn't till much later
that I realised

what a penny or two I could make
out of Wilmington Street.

Didn't you tell her about me?

Oh, I started to,
but she knew all about you.

Apparently, you have quite a reputation
amongst milliners.

Now, I'm going,
so that you can say behind me back

what you haven't the courage
to say to me face.

You knew.

And they leased the old property.

They'll have expired
by the time I want them.

Why did you let him prattle on?

Well, it didn't do Sarah any harm
to hear that, did it, eh?

Come on, it's Christmas.
Don't you ever get benign feelings, eh?

- Come in.

What do you want, Wilson?

A little bit of tickle for you, sir.
A very nice land form.

Yeah, well, you didn't come down
to tell me that.

No, sir.
Captain Baines is with the pilot,

but I said to myself, I'll do this
for Captain Harvey, personal.

Come aboard with a pilot,
but you can smell who it's from.

- Who's it for?
- For you, sir. From Mrs Frazer.

Pilot said she sent it special.
Couldn't wait until you docked.

I knew her in the old days,
where I shipped out on the Cullen line.

All the talk she was, in the saloon.

- Talk?
- Oh, yes, yes. When she was Miss Onedin.

And after.

Right, I've got no time
to listen to your gossip. Out!

It's just as well, sir.

Oh, Charlotte!

You want to look your best.
Your father will expect it.

- He's not even here.
- He will be.

- Can I stay up?
- Of course, it's Christmas Eve.

- Who else will be here, then?
- Well, I couldn't say for sure.

- Father?
- Yes.

- You?
- Yes.

But I'm not getting up early.

Aunt Letty,
I've only got presents for you two.

- Oh, we're honoured!

Ah!

Here, aren't you supposed
to be in bed or something?

- Letty said I could stay up.
- Oh, Letty said, eh?

And she said you'd come.

I didn't think you would,
like last year.

Oh, I stand corrected, then.

- She can have an hour, I said.
- You didn't. You just said, "Stay up."

Yeah, we both stand corrected.

Right, I'll get us all a drink, eh?

I'll be off now. I thought I'd just
stick my head in and say thanks.

That's all right.
I'm glad your hand mended.

Aye. It's right as rain now.

You know, I haven't been ashore
for Christmas in seven years.

- Got a wife, have you?
- No, no, I stay with my niece, Mary.

She's got a little place.
No man, three children, but it's home.

Well, I'll see you, then.
And I shall remember this month.

The month of the albatross.

You know they'll tell us
that we dreamed that.

Anyway, I've sent Wilson for your gear,
'cause I don't need him.

- All right. Bye.
- Goodbye.

No need for me, sir.

There's a cab waiting on the jetty,
horses champing at the bit.

Get out!

She seems settled. I told her
she could stay up tomorrow night.

All right. Here, did you remember
to hire those two maids?

Yes.

It seems strange
being away from me own family.

We're usually together at Christmas.
Crowding out the house, eating too much.

- I'm very grateful to you for coming.

What are you laughing at?

There's no need to be grateful,
Mr Onedin.

I'm quite glad to get away from them.

Families can be too much,
especially at Christmas.

Oh, now, there I disagree with you.

Now, I've done something this year
I've never done before.

I've planned this Christmas.

- Well.
- Well, what?

There are other confidential files
in my desk. Still...

That's James' proposed wharf
you've been looking at.

A surprise for you?

He's prepared to raise capital
on a Brazilian venture

involving the building
of an entire dock.

To oppose him,
she'll have to look elsewhere.

My intention is to look further north.
Philadelphia.

McFarlan's is still looking
for vessels to carry petroleum.

- "Urgent." That's what your note said.
- Yes.

Whose urgency, yours or mine?

- If you're peeved because I wasn't...
- I am not peeved!

I had an appointment at the exchange.

- At the exchange?
- Yes, the exchange.

Is that all you've got to say to me?

I called you up here
to make you an offer of employment.

An offer of employment
is not acceptable.

- But you haven't heard...
- And I don't want to!

It's a very handsome offer!

- I've lost the art.
- Of what?

Door-matting.

Oh, well, I'm sorry. I am, really.

Perhaps I should have begun
with an apology.

You know what I've been doing this trip?
Thinking.

Oh! That must have overtaxed you.

Not quite. With what
limited equipment I have got,

I've realised what I've been
over these past few months.

A piece of raffia
with "welcome" stamped all over it.

Chief clerk! Chief mate!
Chief prize idiot!

Well, not any more, madam!

I've read your number
and I've got it in my log at last.

And any offer you ever make me again
will have to be on my terms!

And if it's Philadelphia,
if it's petroleum,

it'll have to be more than a command,
more than just carrots!

It'll have to be exactly the same kind
of prospect that your brother had

when he first started.

My brother had a ship and a wife,
and that was all.

Exactly.

You're not...

You're not thinking of proposing,
are you?

I'd like to wipe that expression
off your face.

- You won't get the opportunity.
- And you won't get your partner.

- Partner?
- It has to be a partner.

I wanna make something for myself.
Not just an employee.

Oh, well, in that case,
alll can offer you

is the share in a vessel.
You've no capital.

Your brother had no capital.

Why do you keep referring to my brother?

Because he's gone soft inside.
He can be edged out of anything.

Oh, you've the appetite
for success, then?

I've got other appetites as well.

Just how many more demands have you?

Look, I'm a man, aren't I?

And I don't move one step
in your employ or anybody else's.

Not one step.

And I don't want any conditions
in any direction.

And have you nothing to say to me
as a person?

It's got to be a straight business offer
to my advantage, or nothing.

Door-matting, you said?

You seem to have come home
determined to create one.

What's your answer?

I expect I'll regret it.

Then you agree?

Perhaps my urgency

is greater and stronger
and more obvious than you think.

- It's not as funny as that.

Now come on, listen,
I'm giving you a toast!

To all of you. All of you,
young and old, family life.

Family life!

Now, we must have a speech from James.

Yes, come on, James, we're here,
we've come, and we're staying.

- I don't know what to say.
- Oh, come on, James!

Well...

I'd hoped we'd all be together.

- And I'm thankful for it. What else?
- Er, no business?

- Oh, aye.

To be frank with you,

my concern in the future
is with a Brazilian venture.

Now, brother Robert thinks
I've bitten off more than I can chew.

- I do, that.
- Now let him get on with his speech.

- Aye, but Elizabeth's with me this time.
- A percentage only.

Aye, now I'm in it hook,
line and sinker, but enough of that.

No, let's just praise the fact
that we are together.

Together, eh?

Aye. Father would've liked that.

So, my toast is us.

Us together.

No, no, I mean it.
I'm glad of it, in my heart.

Us, together.

Hear, hear!

Didn't you say who you were?

I tried and tried, but it were hopeless.
Everything they've done were legal.

Aye. I'm sure it was.

So Father used to sit us
round this barrel, you see.

And then we used to have to dive in
to catch the presents.

He never put any names
on anything, you see.

- And so the ones with the longest arms

had got the best presents.

But why didn't he pack them
individually?

We hadn't got much money then.
She was that little, you see,

- that he used to...

I say, whoever that is,
he's in a temper.

How do you know it's a he?

I think I better go upstairs,

have a look at the children,
see if they're all right.

No, that Letty Gaunt
is reading to them, or was.

- Hmm, I know, but it's a strange house.
- Look, will you leave it be?

Don't go pretending
you don't know what I'm talking about.

- What is it?
- Shh.

It's not the first time you've done it
to poor people all over this town.

But now it's more than I can take,
and I'm telling you,

- not any more, and not ever!
- You're besides yourself, man.

You already pulled down
Wilmington Street?

Six houses. Didn't want 'em.

Well, my niece, Mary,
lives in one of 'em.

- She has no man, and three children.
- There was plenty of notice given.

- Eviction order. Where was she to go?
- Well, I don't know!

- She tried to see you day after day.
- I didn't know that, either.

Look, can't she find
alternative accommodation?

Oh, that's you, that is.

If she'd have found you,
it wouldn't have made no difference.

- Compliments of the season, Mr Baines.
- I've finished with you, sir.

You've no thought for poor people
nor no one else.

I've held my tongue long enough,
but not any more!

I'll never take an Onedin ship
to sea again. Never!

He says I evicted his niece.

I wasn't to know.

Do you want me to handle it?

No. No, no.

What is it?

Trouble.

Oh, why did you say
we'd spend the night?

You know what James' life is like.

# O come, let us adore Him

# O come, let us adore Him #

Mr Baines. Mr Baines!

Mr Baines!

The answer is no, sir.
And you heard my reasons.

Baines, please.

No, sir. Your nature don't change, ever.

If I saw any sign of it,
I might alter my mind, but I don't.

So the answer is no. And that's flat.

He's left me.

There'll be others to take his place.

Not like Baines.

You should've let me handle it.

Does it matter? A man like that
can find a berth anywhere.

- I'll speak to Harvey.
- Matt Harvey? Why Harvey?

I've taken him on
as partner in a vessel.

You've what?

You've taken on Matt Harvey?

Yes, Baines can join him.

- When?
- Yesterday.

- What, after she docked?
- The moment she docked.

And you let me prattle on in there

- about us being together?
- Oh, it did you good, James!

Besides, Robert and Sarah
hadn't got a dry eye between them.

- Thank you!
- Anyway, it is Christmas,

and Father would've liked it.

He was that kind of
abject sentimentalist.

Little beesum!

I'll see what I can do, mate.

Us, together again.

What you doing out here
all on your own?

Family life.

There's not a room
I can get away from them.

Well...

Thought I had to keep
myself to myself,

but now that they've retired,
I didn't think you'd mind my coming in.

They haven't retired.

They never will.