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MUSIC PLAYS

What a business this wedding
has been! What an expense!

You know sometimes, my dear sister,
I envy you your little
country parsonage.

You two married for love, I know.

Now of course,
Edith can afford to do that.

Go on Captain, dance.

Dance with your bride.

You are bored, Miss Margaret?

No.

I'm tired.

I'm exhausted. And a little too
grown-up for ornaments like this.

When I get married I want to wake up
on a sunny day, put on my favourite
dress, and just walk to the church.

There. Is that better?
I think you look very well.

You would look
very well, whatever you wore.

I love my cousin dearly.

I have been very
happy in this house.

But I will be even more happy to
go home to Helstone tomorrow.

Oh, the wonderful Helstone.

You cannot be kept away.

No. I cannot.

It's the best place on earth.

Margaret.

Is that you?

Mr Lennox!

What's happened?
Is it Edith? Some accident?!

No, no, no, no. Calm yourself.

No such calamity.

I have come to visit Paradise.

As you suggested.

Oh, well.

Mr Lennox.

You'd better sit down.

This is home.

Mama.

You remember Mr Lennox.

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, of course I...

I could walk this route
with my eyes closed.

I've been visiting father's
parishioners since I
was a very small girl.

Did you hear what I just said?

Sorry.

I was just remembering your
prescription for a perfect wedding.

"I should like to walk to
church on a sunny morning."

Was this the path
you were describing?

Why yes. I suppose so.

I wasn't actually thinking of
my wedding, you understand.

I was wondering, Margaret,
whether....

Please, don't wonder.
Whether you
might consider making that walk.

Sharing that morning, with one,
who... Please listen, Margaret...

Please don't continue.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

You led me to believe that such
an offer would not be unwelcome.

A London girl would have known
not to talk of wedding days
in such ambiguous terms.
Excuse me.

I said nothing I am ashamed of.

I'm sorry if you have been
mistaken in my affections for you.
Is there someone else?

Someone you prefer?
No.

I do like you Henry.

But I'm not ready to marry anyone.

You must believe that
I mean what I say.

Henry, I...

I'm sorry.

We'll be on the streets!

In a strange place!

Mama, I told you. We will stay
at a hotel until we find a house.

It won't take long.

Perhaps Dixon and I could stay
on the coast while you look?

Oh, yes,
as the missus is so delicate.

No, Maria, your place is with us.

It will not take us
long to find a house.

My old college friend, Mr
Bell, has agreed to help.

He's already organised a
list of potential pupils.

There'll be plenty of teaching for
me.

There will be no people there like
us in Milton. How can there be?!

We will manage, mother.

It's not another planet.

Outward Milton. Outward Milton!

All change.
All change for stations north.

Why have we come here, Dixon?

It's going to be awful.

I know it is.

Dixon! Take care and find a porter.

We have arrived.

Porter!

Take these please.

We'll find a house faster
if we go separately.

Are you sure?

Of course.

The living room is quite spacious,
as you can see.

The property is not for me.

I am making enquiries on
behalf of one of my master's
business acquaintances.

Man who is to live
here is a clergyman.

Or rather, a former clergyman.
He is used to living simply.

I don't think he has ever been a
man of great property. Or fortune.

A matter of conscience I think.

Ah, conscience? Well, that never put
bread on the table.

South, eh? A little
indiscretion took place, maybe?

Well, they do say the devil makes
work for idle hands don't they?

Maybe his hands weren't so idle?

Well, he'll certainly find things
quite different up north.

Oh, aye, oh, aye.
I'll make good the repairs.

But the decoration's good enough.

Hey, what a business, eh? For a
man to uproot his wife and child,
to come all the way to Milton.

Conscience or no conscience,
that's strange behaviour.

Excuse me, madam? Can I help you?

My name is Margaret Hale.

Who are you?

I'm Williams,
Mr Thornton's overseer.

He asked me to look out
properties for your father.

How much is the rent for the year?

These are details Mr Thornton
will discuss with your father.

There's no need to concern yourself.

I have no idea who
your Mr Thornton is.

I thank him for his trouble.

But my father and I are sharing
the task of securing a property.

I have spent two days viewing
what Milton has to offer,

so I have a fairly
good idea of price.

Mr Thornton thinks this will
do very well for your father.

Where is this Mr Thornton?

Excuse me?

Take me to see this Mr Thornton.

If you won't deal with me,
I'll have to deal with him.

Does Mr Thornton live here?

Aye. But he'll be at work.

Stay here, Miss. I'll find Master.

Stephens!

Put that pipe out!

I saw you!

Stephens! Stephens!

Come here!

Smoking again?!
I wasn't.
Where is it?

I wasn't smoking, I swear!

Still warm. I warned you!

No, no, please, Sir.
No, don't, please.

Please, Sir.

Look at me!

Stop! Stop, please. Stop!

Who are you?
What are you doing in here!

My name is Margaret Hale.
Miss Hale!

I'm sorry, sir, Mr Thornton.

Get her out of here.
Aye. Crawl away on your belly.

And don't come back!
Please, Sir.

I have little ones.

You know the rules!

My children will starve, Sir.

Better they starve than
burn to death.

Get out before I call the police!

Get that woman out of here!
Please, Miss?

Miss? Miss, please, Miss.

Please, Miss, please.

My darling Margaret.

We are back at last from
our honeymoon in Corfu.

We've been away so long I
am almost fluent in Greek,

or so the Captain says.

but you know everything he
says is always so agreeable.

Oh, dear Margaret, now I am going
to say something that will make you
very angry, but I can't help it.

What was Uncle thinking of taking
you all so far away from home?

What on earth are you
doing in that awful place?

Where they make cotton, when no-one
who is anyone wishes to buy it?

I'm sure we will
always wear linen.

Dear Edith,

I am pleased to report that we have
replaced the horrible wallpapers with
altogether more agreeable colours.

Dixon has only, if you think
this possible, grown in energy.

She has set herself the task
of engaging an undermaid
but as yet there isn't anyone within

a radius of at least 50 miles
who is remotely suitable to
wait on us hand and foot.

I'll sit if you don't mind.

You'll be expected to be up before
the family to light the fires.

I'm sorry. I'm not getting
up at five in the morning.

And I'm not working for those wages.

I can get four shillings as
a piecer up at Hamper's.

Anyway, if you don't mind me asking,
where's money coming from
to pay for me?

This house must be costing thirty
pound a year and there's not much
coming in from what I've heard.

I'll come and go as I please.

And I don't need no bossy jumped-up
servant to tell me what's what and
how to think and how to behave.

You can keep your rotten job.

Me! A servant indeed!

Don't know what the
master was thinking of,

subjecting us to all this gossip.

Margaret?

What's the matter?

There is some talk.

Margaret?

Margaret, what does she mean, talk?

I did hear some people talking
when we were house-hunting.

About why we moved to Milton.

So abruptly.
Why you left the church.

People are...talking?

Well, it's only natural, after
all, that people should wonder,

it's not usual for
clergymen to leave their parish,

travel hundreds of miles,

as if to escape something.

Just because we follow you
without question.

It's from the Bishop.

It's not about Frederick?
Oh, no, no.

I keep that letter
with me at all times

to reassure me that I made
the right decision.

Is this all?

"I ask that all rectors in
the diocese of the New Forest

"reaffirm their belief in the Book
of Common Prayer."
Yes! There!

Exactly. The effrontery.

The man's ten years our junior,

he tries to treat
us all like children!

But this is a formality surely?

To reaffirm?

My conscience will not let me.

I can, and have, lived
quietly with my doubts,
well, for some years now.

I cannot swear publicly to doctrines
I am no longer sure of.

We men of conscience
have to make a stand.

We?
Yes. There are others who
have doubts. We all agreed.

We could not reaffirm.

Are you telling me

that all the rectors
of the New Forest
have decamped to industrial towns?

Well...

some thought it possible to yield.

But I did not.

How many? How many refused?

I could not avoid this.
I was forced into it.

You must understand.

I understand.

I understood...

that the very worst
must have happened.

That you had lost your faith.

Or that you felt...

that God wished you to preach
his word in these new places.

That some very great matter must
have made you uproot us all,

dragging us up to this
godforsaken place.
Maria!

You gave up your livelihood...

..our source of income.

On a formality?
It was not like that, Maria,

really it is not.

I already have work,

teaching,

and I will find more.

And maybe

I will discover

that is my real
vocation after all.

The people
here don't want learning.

They don't want books and culture.

It's all money and smoke.

That's what they eat and breathe.

And you are right, Edith.

Milton is very far from home
but it is quite an interesting
and modern sort of place.

There are at least 20 mills,
all very prosperous, in and around

the town and it is full of new
industry of one sort or the other.

It is, of course, not remotely
green like Helstone,

and so large that I often lose my way

but the people are friendly enough.

And there is nearly always someone
to point me in the right direction.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Watch out, lass!

Don't please, don't. Stop, please.

Please stop.

Leave the lass alone.

She shouldn't take on so.
We were only having a bit of fun.

Come on, Miss.

Be careful where you walk when
the whistle sounds for break.

Don't worry. They won't harm you.

They just like a bonny face.

And yours is a picture.

Come on.
I'm obliged to you.

Thank you, Sir.
You're welcome, lass.

No charge, Miss.

So this century
was probably the most productive,
simply in terms of the number of...

Father is working hard.
He teaches students and lectures.

Though some of it is unpaid and,
I fear, unwanted.

But he keeps happy.

THEY CLAP WITHOUT ENTHUSIASM

Until next Sunday.

He entertains his
private pupils at home.

You have to make a choice, John,

now it's difficult, I know.

Margaret, is that you?

Oh, Margaret,
come in Margaret, come in.

Meet my new friend, and first
proper pupil. Mr Thornton.

This is my daughter. Margaret.

I believe your daughter
and I have already met.

Oh? Mr Thornton can't decide
between Aristotle and Plato.

I suggest we start

with Plato and then move on.
What do you think?

I'm afraid Miss Hale and I met under
less than pleasant circumstances.

I had to dismiss a worker for
smoking in the sorting room.

I saw you beat a defenceless
man who was not your equal!

Margaret!
No. she's right.

I was angry. I have a temper.
Fire is the greatest danger at
my mill. I have to be strict.

A gentleman would not use his
fists on such a pathetic creature.

Or shout at children.

I dare say a gentleman has not had
to see 300 corpses laid out on a
Yorkshire hillside, as I did in May.

And many of them were children.

And that was an accidental flame.

The whole mill destroyed
in 20 minutes.

I should go.

You'll join us for dinner next week?

Oh, yes, of course.

Thank you. And
we'll start with Plato next Tuesday?

I will ask my mother to call.

When you are settled.
Of course.

By all means. We are always
here, aren't we, Margaret?

I'll admit that Milton does not
have any grand palaces or works of
art but it does have pleasant parks

where we take our daily walk,
and meet our friends
while the weather holds.

Are you following me?
No.

Well, yes. I didn't mean
any offence. I recognised you
from Marlborough Mills.

And I recognise you.

Giving Thornton back
as good as he gave.

Don't see that every day.

I don't want to keep you.

And what important
appointments might I have?

I'm going to meet my father.

He works up at Hamper's,
a mile across town.

But you work at Marlborough Mills?

Yes.

It's nearer home...

and the work's easier.

Here's Father now.

Father.

Young woman I told you about.

Day Thornton beat up Stephens
and sent him packing.

He deserved it.
Fool put everyone at risk.

You're not from this part
of the world, are you?

No. I'm from the south.

From Hampshire.
Mmm.

That's beyond London, I reckon.
Mmm.

Where do you live?

We put up at Frances Street.
In Princeton.

Behind Golden Dragon.

And your name?

My name is Margaret Hale.

My name is Nicholas Higgins.
This is my daughter, Bessy Higgins.
Why do you ask?

Well, I thought that I
might come and bring a basket?

Excuse me. At home, when my
father was a clergyman, of course...

A basket?

What would I want with a basket?

We've little enough to put in it.

I don't much like
strangers in my house.

I dare say in the south,
where you come from,

a young lady such as yourself feels
that she can wander into anyone's
house whenever they feel like it.

But up here
we wait to be asked into someone's
parlour before we go charging in.

Excuse me, Mr Higgins.

Bessy. I didn't mean any offence.

THUNDER GROWLS
You can come if you want,

but you'll not remember us,

I'll bet on that.

Margaret!

What's the matter? Are you unwell?

It must be Mr Thornton's mother.

There's no mistaking that stern brow.

And that must be the sister.

What a deal of starch!

It would take someone all
day to iron that petticoat!

Where will we put them, Mama?
I don't think the two of
them will fit in here.

How exquisite.

I haven't seen English pointwork
quite like that for years.

Our Milton craftsmanship can
compare with the very best.

I suppose you are not musical.
As I see no piano.

I am fond of music,
but I cannot play well myself.

As you can see, this house would
hardly bear a grand instrument.

We sold ours when we moved.

Yes. These rooms are far
too small for entertaining.

Our staircases are wider than
the whole width of this room.

I wonder how you can
exist without a piano.

It almost seems to me
a necessity of life.

There are concerts here, I believe.

Oh, yes! Rather crowded!

They let in anybody. But we have
whatever is the fashion in London,
a little later, unfortunately.

You know London, of course.
Oh, yes.

I lived there with my aunt
and cousin for a while.
Oh!

London and the Alhambra. They
are the two places I long to see!

The Alhambra?
Yes. Ever since I
read the Tales Of The Alhambra.

Do you know them?

I don't think so.

But it's a very easy journey
to London and not half so far.

Yes. But Mama has never been to
London and she cannot
understand why I long to go.

She is very proud of Milton.

Dirty, smoky, place that it is.

I can't wait to leave.

May I ask why you chose
to come and live in Milton?

I mean why did you leave...
wherever it was?
Helstone.

Well, it was my husband's decision.

It was a matter of conscience.

But Mr Hale is no longer
a clergyman, I thought?

My husband very much enjoys
his lessons with Mr Thornton.

I think it makes him
feel young again.

Classics are all very well for
men who loiter their lives away

in the country or in colleges, but
Milton men ought to have all their
energies absorbed by today's work.

They should have one aim only.

Which is to hold and maintain
an honourable place amongst
the merchants of this country.

Go where you will,

the name of John Thornton in Milton,
manufacturer and magistrate,

is known and respected
amongst all men of business.

And sought after by all
the young women in Milton.

Not all of them, surely!

If you had a son like mine,
Mrs Hale, you would not be
embarrassed to sing his praises.

If you can
bear to visit our dirty, smoky home,
we shall receive you next week.

Mrs Thornton.

Well, what a splendid house.

But do you not find the proximity to
the mill a little...well...noisy?

Never.

I've not become so fine as to forget
the source of my son's power
and wealth.

The mill is everything.

There is no other
factory like it in Milton.

This house is my son's achievement.

Did I tell you, Thornton,
about the price of raw
cotton I found in Le Havre?

I believe you did.

Come on Thornton, even you can
spot a bargain when you see it.

Cotton's a great deal cheaper from
the Caribbean than from America.

That's nonsense.
I'll bet you Egyptian cotton
is still much cheaper.

I don't believe they can offer
at those prices for long.

They'll be bankrupt in a year and
we'll have our supply interrupted.

I'd rather pay more and have a
steady supply through Liverpool.

Others can do as they wish.

Thornton's as straight as they
come. He won't risk Marlborough
Mills in any risky enterprise,

even if it means he passes
up the chance to speculate.

But that's the best way surely?
With so many lives depending on
the factory's continued success.

Well, that's the Christian way.

By the way, everyone,
have you heard the latest over
clamouring for a new wheel?

I thought you had agreed to
the wheel?
Yeah, well, I had.

First the men threatened to
turn out if I didn't install

the infernal wheel, which would
have cost me six hundred pound.

The wheel blows away the
strands of cotton that flies
off in the sorting rooms.

Helps keep fluff off the workers'
lungs. It doesn't stop it, but
it helps.
So what was the problem?

The workers claimed
they'd need more money to
work in a place with a wheel.

What?
Yes. believe me.
They'd heard it'd make them hungry.

No?!
Even hungrier than
they claim they always are.

The wheel would make them hungry?
Yes. I swear.

They said if I put the wheel in,
there would be less fluff to swallow
so their bellies would be emptier.

Yes, so...
Oh, and this is the beautiful part.

They were saying
that I'd have to pay them more.

And now the men can't
agree to what they want. So...

I've been spared £600 and the men
have only themselves to thank

for the carding rooms being
like Christmas every day
with all that sneezing.

Oh, come on, Thornton, surely you
wouldn't approve of your workers
telling you what to pay them?

I've had a wheel in all my
sheds for these past two years.

Well, more fool you.
I can't see profit in it.

There is no immediate profit.

None that you can count in
pounds, shillings and pence.

But? Well there is a "but"
isn't there?
But...

my workers are healthier.

Their lungs don't clog so easily.

They work for me longer.
Their children work for me longer.

Even you can see the profit in that.

But surely it's the right path also.

Sound business sense, Mr
Hale, and I cannot operate
under any other moral law.

I do not
run a charitable institution.

My workers expect me to be hard
but truthful.

I always tell them how
things are and they either
take it or they leave it.

Harkness is always trying
little tricks with his workers.

Keep them on their toes.

It's a war, and we masters
have to win it or go under.

THEY CHUCKLE

Mama, I have a letter from Edith.

Would you like me to read it to
you? She sends love from Aunt Shaw.

I wonder that your father prefers
the company of Milton tradesmen.

As if there wasn't
enough to do already.

We've got no help to speak of.

I have to do everything!

It's all the master's fault.

He took leave of his senses
when he brought us here.

He is not the vicar
of Helstone any more.

He has thrown away his
position in society and
brought us all down with him.

He'll be the death of us all!

Dixon!

I know you love my mother
but you forget yourself.

Please don't talk about
my father in that way.

It's not for you to question
his motives or judgment.

You are a servant in this house.

If you have such thoughts keep them
to yourself or you are free to leave
and go back to Helstone.

Like it or not...

we are here.

I will help you.

You, Miss Margaret?

In the kitchen?
Yes.

Me.

I can learn to starch and iron. And
I will until we find suitable help.

You'll do as I say, Dixon.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Bessy
Higgins. I must have come
in the wrong direction.

She lives along the way.
Just round corner.
CHILD CRIES

It's all right.

She's not frightened of you.

She's hungry, that's why she cries.

Bessy's just round corner.

Excuse me,
I thought Bessy Higgins lived here.

I'm sorry I didn't come earlier.

To tell you the truth, I
didn't know that I would be welcome.

I thought the groceries
would be offensive.

But if I had come without anything...

If there's a remote
possibility of us finding offence,

you can be sure we will.

We're very good at that in Milton.

I feel I've lived in Milton
for quite some time now.

But I still find myself constantly
at fault, whichever way I turn.

How long do you think it
will take for that to change?

Oh, a couple of years,
at least, in your case.

SHE COUGHS

Sorry. It's just a bit of cold
I can't seem to shift.

She were right. She said you'd come.

How was the meeting, Father?

Do not worry on my account.

I have no-one to
tell any secrets to.

Your father. The parson's been
seen supping with the bosses.

Mr Thornton is his pupil.

He is certainly not my friend.
And Boucher?

He's our neighbour down the way.

He's holding up, just.,

but he'll be with us when the
fire goes up right enough,
if he knows what's good for him.

Miss Margaret, your father teaches
at the Lyceum Hall doesn't he?
Yes, he does.

Sunday afternoons.

GIRL SINGS >

Mother, remember I go
to the Hales this evening.

I will be home to dress
but then out until late.

Dress! Why should you dress up
to take tea with an old parson?

Ex-parson.
Mr Hale is a gentleman.

And his daughter is an
accomplished young lady.

Don't worry, Mother,
I'm in no danger from Miss Hale.

She is very unlikely to
consider me a catch.

She's from the South. She
doesn't care for our northern ways.

Airs and graces.

What business has she,
a renegade clergyman's daughter,

who's now only fit to play at
giving useless lectures to those
who do not wish to hear them?

What right has she to
turn up her nose at you!

Board up the windows.
There'll be a storm later.

THUNDER GROWLS

All motion and energy, but truly,
a thing of beauty.

Classics will have to be
rewritten to include it.

Ah, I'm afraid we're
boring Miss Hale with our enthusiasm
for Arkwright's invention.

No.

Indeed, I'm sure it's fascinating.

I am a little tired, that's all.

Mr Thornton has been admiring our
newly redecorated rooms, Maria.

Oh, yes, Mr Thornton,

well there wasn't a great deal of
choice, but these papers

are of a similar shade to our
drawing room in Helstone,

but not quite.

Well, on behalf of Milton taste I'm
glad we've almost passed muster.

Yes, yes, well,

very clearly you are
very proud of Milton.

My husband admires
its energy and its...

Its people are very busy making
their businesses successful.

I won't deny it. I'd rather be
toiling here, success or failure,

than leading a dull prosperous
life in the South with their slow
careless days of ease.

You are mistaken. You don't
know anything about the South.

It may be a little less energetic
in its pursuit of competitive trade,

but then there is less suffering
than I've seen in your mills.

And all for what?

We make cotton.
Which no-one wants to wear!

I think that I might say
you do not know the North.

We masters are not all the same,
whatever your prejudice against
Milton men and their ways.

I have seen how you treat your men.

You treat them as you wish because
they are beneath you.
No. I do not.

You have been blessed with good luck
and fortune, but others have not.

I do know something of hardship.

16 years ago, my father died in
very miserable circumstances.

I became the head of the family very
quickly, I was taken out of school.

I think that I might say
that my only good luck

was to have a mother of such
strong will and integrity.

I went to work in a draper's shop.

And my mother managed so
that I could put three
shillings aside a week.

It taught me self denial.

Now I am able to keep my mother in
such comfort as her age requires

and I thank her
every day for that early training.

So, Miss Hale, I do not think that
I was especially blessed with
good fortune or luck.

I have outstayed my welcome.
Oh, no John.

Come, Miss Hale, let us part
friends despite our differences.

If we become more familiar with
each other's traditions we may
learn to be more tolerant, I think.

I'll see myself out.

Margaret!

The handshake is used up
here in all forms of society.

I think you gave Mr
Thornton real offence by
refusing to take his hand.

I'm sorry, Father!

I'm sorry I am so slow to learn
the rules of civility in Milton.

But I'm tired.

I have spent the whole day
washing curtains so that Mr
Thornton should feel at home.

So please excuse me if I
misunderstood the handshake.

I'm sure in London, a gentleman would
never expect a lady to take his
hand like that, all unexpectedly.

And I'm sure I didn't know where to
look when he told us about his past.

His father might have
died in the workhouse!

I think it might have
been worse than that.

According to my friend Mr Bell, his
father speculated wildly and lost.

He was swindled by a
business partner in London.

He...

He killed himself.

Because he couldn't
bear the disgrace.

Mother, son and daughter
lived on nothing for years

so that the creditors could be
repaid, long after they had given
up any hope of settlement.

Margaret?

I think it very fine, Father.

I am sorry to have
offended your friend.

And I must go to bed.

Ah. Put him down,
he's one of ours isn't he?

Boucher? He's Thornton's.

Aren't you interested Thornton?

All the mills together, if you
please. We need to show them.

We know what they're up to.

Let them meet. If that's how they
want to spend their leisure time.

We're all trying to work
together, Thornton.
Are we?

What does that mean?

I overheard some of
my men talking.

It seems you're planning
to give into them.

We agreed we'd all be in line,

so that the men would
know we meant business
and know that we kept our word.

Well...I...

Father?

My pupils asked if they
could use the hall
for a special meeting.

Who am I to force Ecclesiastical
Architecture on them?

CHEERING

Quiet! Quiet, please!

Friends.

Welcome.

Now this is the first time
we have ever gathered together!

Don't worry, we'll all get to speak
as long as we take our turn.

Now I'm Nicholas Higgins.

I work up at Hamper's Mill.

There's quite a few of us!

And there's some men from Thornton's
and Marlborough Mill?

Where's Henderson's?

What about Slickson's?

Now up at Hamper's

we've got a lot of work.

Orders are flooding in
and cheap cotton to meet them.

There's those of us that know soon
bosses'll be telling us although
they're making a fat profit,

they can't make our pay to
what it were five years ago.

Now
they'll have a load of excuses.

It's all because cotton's
suddenly become expensive.

This or that bit of
machinery packed up.

The buyers can't pay,
so there's no money to pay us.

You've all heard it before.

Aye, but bosses
make their own rules.

Henderson's says one thing.
Hamper's another.

Different from one week to the next.

But what's to stop them
cutting pay again, eh?

And if we quit over wages
there's more'll take our places.

And that
is why we must all work together.

Because next time
one of our bosses plays tricks,
we'll all know about it.

If we all decide on a
fair wage, and none of us,

none of us work for less,
then for once we'll have a say.

And if bosses don't like it?

What if they don't like it? What do
we do then? What do we do then?

Boucher.

It's... It's all right
some of you talking brave.

Nicholas here earns what?
15, 16 shilling a week?

He's only three to keep on it.

My wife's sick.

I've six children, none of them old
enough for factory work.

if I turn out

we'll not be able to live on
five shillings strike
pay from the union.

My children...

..they'll starve.

Look, I'm not saying

that we're coming out today.

I'm not saying that
we're coming out tomorrow.

What I'm saying is

when the time comes,

we will be ready
and we will stick together.

Margaret.

I know you and your mother
feel I've let you down.

Father, no.
No.

You do.

I know.

But I hope you'll realise
that the people up here...

they aren't so very different.

You know,
they just have different ways.

Master?

What are you doing here?

I beg you to take me back.
Get out.

I were at the meeting this evening.

I can tell you what they're planning.
What's in their thoughts.

Please, sir, I beg you.

Get out and don't come near
this mill again. Who's there?

It's only us.

I promise...
Get away from here!

Couldn't you show a little mercy?
Mr Hale!

Please
do not try to tell me my business.

Remember.
They do things differently here.

Come, Father.

I wish I could tell you, Edith,

how lonely I am...

how cold and harsh it is here.

Everywhere there is conflict
and unkindness.

I think God has forsaken this place.

I believe I've seen Hell.

And it's white.

It's snow white.

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