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Selfish...!
Stop!
Who are you? What
are you doing in here?
Sorry...

Get her out of here.

This house must cost £30 a year

and there's not much coming in,
from what I've heard.

People are talking...?

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

travel hundreds of miles,
as if to escape something.

Come in, Margaret.

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

'I wish I could tell you, Edith,

'how much I long for home.'

Mr Hale is a gentleman. His daughter
is an accomplished young lady.

Soon, the bosses'll be telling us
they can't make our pay...

Would it were five years ago!

I'll not be able to live

on five shillings' strike pay from
the union.

My children - they'll starve.

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

THEY LAUGH

Look out, here's Your Majesty.

She can smell it
when you're not working.
You!

Is the machine mended?

Yeah.
Then, use it. Cos
there's many to take your place.

SOBBING

The child is ill. Send her home.

I can't afford to.

The child cannot work.

Is there another child at home?

If you can get her here within the
hour, you can keep the place.

(Thank you.)

Within the hour, mind.

Or lose it.

Whatever you think best, Mother.

You know how this mill works
almost better than I do.

'You asked me what I miss most
about the countryside.

'Well, Edith, in Milton you cannot
feel the seasons change around you.

'But I do think that, at long last,
we've put winter behind us,

'and I can resume my daily walks.'

I don't know why you're blaming me.
If you get it wrong, we all suffer.

He wanted 5%. Would YOU have given
it them?

No. But I would have
told them straight.

I wouldn't pretend
I were thinking about it

and told
them to come back on pay day

so I could turn them down.

Are you accusing me of
trying to encourage a strike?

He told me it wouldn't have suited
you.

It's their lives and
our livelihood you're playing with.

And you think that your work is
better?

I would not
deliberately deceive them.

Here is the address of our doctor.

You did not need to visit in person.
We could have sent a servant.

You've been in this heathen climate
for some time now, Miss Hale.

I'm surprised
you haven't needed a doctor yet.

We don't. I came here personally

because I didn't want to alarm
my father.

It's just a precaution.

In case. My mother has low spirits.

Really?

We don't have much of that up here.

I'm sure Dr Donaldson will try
to help if he can.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

You did not disturb me.

But even you, not remotely
interested in industry,

might know
that there is talk of a strike.

Not just here at Marlborough Mills,

but one that will affect
the whole of Milton.

What would they gain by striking?
They'll be wanting higher wages...?

That is what they will say.

The truth is...

..that there are some men raise
themselves to be masters,

while others will always seek
to pull them down.

That is the way of the world,
Miss Hale.

And there is nothing you or I can do
about it.

Hello, Miss Margaret!
Been visiting the old dragon?

Hello, Jenny. How's your mother?
A little better, Miss.

Do you like working here?
LIKE it?

Like work?
It's the same as
anywhere.

Well, it's better than Hamper's.

I earn five and ten here, but my dad
makes me give him most of it.

What would you spend it on,
if you could?

Food and then more food -

I'd pile it up on great big plates.

So would you join a strike?

I'm not saying there WILL be one...
just, if there was...

Your mother has kindly given me
the name of a doctor.

You're ill?
No.

No, it's just a precaution.

Your mother is always accusing me

of knowing nothing about Milton
and the people who live here.

I doubt she meant you should listen
to young spinners.

They weren't telling me any secrets.

There was a surveyor here a few
weeks ago - quite the new thing.

They've become practised at telling
others their wages and conditions.

Do you mind that - if they tell
the truth?
Course not.

I don't apologise about the wages I
pay or how I run Marlborough Mills.

It's no secret.

What about how they spend
their money?

That would be none of my business.

My duty is to the efficient running
of the mill.

If I neglect that, the
workers won't have an income.

What about your moral duty?
If she keeps to her hours

and does nothing
to disrupt the working of the mill,

what she does in her own time
is not my concern.

Here in the north,
we value our independence.

But surely you must take
an interest.

I'm her employer, I'm not her father
or brother

that can command her
to do as I please.

Sorry to disappoint you, Miss Hale.

I would like to play the overbearing
master.

I'll answer your questions
as honestly as you ask them.

If you'll excuse me,
I've urgent business.

And all the time, she's looking down
on us,

like a great, black,
angry crow guarding the nest!

As if I'd consider her son
as a suitor!

Don't say you haven't thought
about it!

Mind you, you'd have to get smarter
clothes

if you want to mix with them
at Marlborough Mills!
Thank you!

These were new last year!
You won't
stand a chance -

there's loads
of girls after him!

They're welcome to him,
with my good wishes.

I can say this - if I ever have a
son,

I'll not hang on to him
like she does.

Well, I'll never be having children
of any sort,

so that won't be a problem.

SHE COUGHS AND WHEEZES

Bessie? Is it really so bad?

Fluff on my lungs. Won't go away,
however much I cough.

At least I won't grow too old
and ugly.

There is that.
This happened at Marlborough Mills?

No.

No.

Must have happened when
I were little.

We didn't know of these things then.
We all had to work.

When Father found out, he moved me
straightaway to Thornton's.

He loves you very much, doesn't he?

Yes.

Fathers and daughters...

Mothers and sons...

So maybe we shouldn't be too hard
on old Battleaxe Thornton!

Maybe your mother would be the same
if she had a son.

She does. Have a son.

I have a brother.

Why didn't you say so before?

Because we don't talk about him.

Come on - I could do
with a good story.

I cried when Fred left home.

So did Mother. But he was desperate
to go to sea.

Father thought it would be
the making of him.

He left full of hope.

But that was before he sailed
with the captain.

He was a monster.

Once they set sail,
the captain did whatever he liked.

He beat the children.
Couldn't they do anything?

They tried. Frederick
and the others stood up to him.

Some of them wanted to kill him.

Eventually, they put the captain and
a few of his officers in a boat

and let it loose on the open sea.

The Navy called it a mutiny,

but Frederick really had no choice.

He was branded the ringleader
and called a traitor.

Eventually the Navy printed a list
of the mutineers.

Fred's name was among them.

It nearly killed my parents.

He was in South America
for a few years.

Now he lives in Spain, in Cadiz.
Spain!

How romantic.

Sometimes I think
I'll never see him again.

But if it could be told
how he were put upon,

how he defended others
against that madman,

surely the law would spare him.

Some of the sailors were caught.
They pleaded their case.

Captain Reid was clearly insane,
but they were hanged anyway.

No, Frederick's safe in Spain.

If he comes home, he'll be condemned
to death, I'm sure.

I suppose you can take comfort

that he was so brave

and acted to spare those sailors
weaker than himself.
Yes, I do.

But I confess that sometimes I wish
he'd been more of a coward,

that my mother might see him
once more.

Preparations already?

If we're going to entertain,
we must do it properly.

You're not regretting
the invitations, are you?
No.

Spend what you will.

But it may be the last dinner party
we have for some time.

So, who's on the list?

Slicksons, of course,

Fosters... Browns will decline, but
we must accept them all the same.

Hales will come, I presume?
They are probably aware

of the very great advantage it would
be to Mr Hale

to be introduced to people
like the Fosters.

I'm sure
that motive will not influence them.

How you seem to understand these
Hales.

Do you really think they're so
different from other people we meet?

He seems a worthy kind of man...

Rather too simple for trade.

She's a bit of a fine lady

with all her low spirits.

As for the daughter,
she gives herself heirs

and yet they're not rich
and they never have been.

She's not accomplished,
she can't play the piano...

What else does she lack to bring her
up to your standard?

I heard Miss Hale say

she could not play myself.

If you would let us alone, we might
perhaps see her merit, and like her.

I'm sure I never could.

SHE MOUTHS

I wish you would try
to like Miss Hale, Mother.

Why? You've not formed an attachment
to her, have you?

Mind you,

she'd never have you.

She once laughed in my face at the
thought of it - I'm sure she did.

She would never have me.

She's too good an opinion of herself
to take you.

I should like to know
where she'd find anyone better.

You can both believe me, then,

when I say this out of complete
indifference to Miss Hale.

Mr Hale is my friend,
she's his only daughter.

I wish you'd both befriend her.

I wish I knew why you talked about
her quite so much.

I'm tired of it.

What would you like us to talk
about?

How about a strike
for a more pleasant topic?

Now, listen!

The men up at Hamper's have been
told not to expect a rise.

What about Slickson's?
They'll tell us Friday.

So, what do you reckon?

ALL: Strike!

I thought so.

Now's the time.

We will all stop our machines
at the end of the day Friday,

ten minutes before time,

and no-one - NO-ONE -
will start them up!

At the back...
What if Slickson
decides

to offer to do anything
to keep his mill working

at the advantage of others?
Then you still come out.

Remember, if we all refuse to work,

we are the strong ones!

How long do you think the masters
will last out if we're all together?

Two weeks at most.
What if they send
in for hands from Ireland?

He'd die before being dictated to.

I'll take him down if he gives me
half a chance,

and any Irishman
who takes our wages!

Listen! No!

No violence!

The masters expect us to behave
like animals.

We will show them
we are thinking men.

We will not be out-thought.

The only enemy of the strike
is ourselves.

We must manage this strike well.

Not like five years ago,

when half of us went back to work
before the others.

Is that understood?

This is it. We keep together.

Friday evening it is!

Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

CHANTING CONTINUES

Are the hands about to turn out?

They're waiting till I have to turn
down their wage demands.

Are there many orders in hand?

Course. And they know that
well enough.

The Americans are flooding
the market.

Our only chance is producing
at a lower price, and faster.

But the faster we fill the orders,

the longer it takes for us
to be paid for them.

How much are we owed?

The debt to the bank is nearly £400.

The men are less patient.

They've barely made a pay since the
last cut.
Why don't they listen?

They think that just by putting
their ignorant heads together,

they'll get their way.

Don't worry. It's a young industry.

These problems
will iron themselves out.

We're not yet in the position of
selling up.

Can't you get men from Ireland?

You can get rid of strikers.
I
would.

I'd teach them I was master
and could employ who I like.

Yes, I can.

And I will if the strike lasts.

There'll be trouble and expense

but I will do it,
rather than give in.

If there is to be this extra
expense,

I'm sorry we're giving
the dinner this year.

We should go on as before.

No more, no less.

Mother, surely one of these would do
for the Thorntons?

Excuse me.

Ah, and this is Margaret! Of course.

The last I saw you, you were eight
years old,

running around
with your brother.

Oh, Mr Bell. Of course.

How do you do?

Hale, I thought she would grow
into a handsome young woman,

but this goddess I never imagined!

Come, come! Margaret will not
understand your humour.

Oh! No offence, my dear.
Of course not.

I'm pleased you've come to visit
at last.

All this talk of strikes, I thought
I should check with my banker

whether I should sell my property.

Surely not.

We're not even certain there'll be
a strike, are we?
I don't know.

Seems the masters and workers
will never see eye to eye.

In my teaching capacity,
I meet many a working man.

They have some dreadful tales,
and speak from the heart

and have arguments for the strike,
which appear to be entirely logical.

They suffered a pay cut,
five years ago,

and have never got back to those
wages.

And the price of food
goes up all the time.

But then
our friend Thornton comes to read.

And he answers my questions,

and puts the other side
so eloquently...

I truly don't know what to think.

I'm sure Mr Thornton does
put his own view very eloquently.

I'm surprised the Thorntons
are having a dinner

with trouble looming.

Oh, the Thorntons have
an annual dinner

on exactly the same date every year.

Time nor tide stops
for Mrs Thornton's dinners.

She does not turn back for any man.
Oh, that is very true.

Margaret's also made friends
amongst the workers.
Really?

Extraordinary girl.

They've said no.
They were expecting it.

MACHINERY SLOWS THEN STOPS

LOUD HISS

'I'm sorry to have taken so long
to reply to your last letter,

'when you were asking what colour
would suit the baby best.

'I do so long to see him.

'I'm sure he'll look splendid
in whatever you choose.

'I've been very busy.

'It's strange, for the rest
of Milton is not at work.

'The mills have been dark
for some weeks,

'and the streets
are strangely quiet.

'People try to scrape
what living they can.

'But all around
there is desperation.

'Both workers and masters are
holding fast to their positions.

'Neither will give way.

'And no-one can say
how long the strike will last.'

No! My wife, no!
She's sinking away!

She can't stand sight
of her little ones starving!

She'd be dead before we get our 5%!

I hate you!

You and the whole pack, union
said it'd take two weeks!

Two weeks, you said!
It's been twice as long as that!

And my little ones are lying
in their beds too hungry to cry!

Don't...

I said I would take care of you...
HE SLAMS COINS DOWN

..and I pledge my heart and soul
that we will win.

You expect a man to watch
his children starve

than go against the union?

CHILD CRIES

You've no more pity for a man
than a pack of hungry wolves.

< HE LEAVES

'We do what little we can.

'I feel guilty...
that we do not grow hungry,

'and helpless
in the face of so much suffering.'

She's a bit down in the mouth today.

The strike's been going on
too long...
Do you blame me?

What about the Bouchers?
I left a basket outside the door.

He's got less spirit than Father
and more mouths to feed.

The master'll try anything
to get them back.

How are you going to stop them
going to work while you stay out?

We'll be persuasive!

Where I came from, in the south,
if the field labourers strike,

the seed would not be sown
and there'd be no harvest.
So?

What would become of the farms?

The farmers would have
to give them up.

Or maybe they could pay a fair wage
for once.

But suppose they couldn't,
even if they wished to?

Then they'd have no corn to sell
and no wages to pay the next year!

I don't know about the south!

I've heard they're a lot
of unspirited, downtrodden men.

SHE COUGHS AND WHEEZES

I'm sure I'm very ignorant.
But surely not all the masters

would hold pay with no reason?
You're a foreigner!

You know nothing!
And to hell with Thorntons,

Slicksons, Hampers...
To hell with the lot of them!

Is Mr Thornton really as bad
as the rest?

He's a fighter -
as fierce as a bulldog.

He's better looking, surely,
than a bulldog.

He'll stick to his word like a dog,
I'll give him that.

He's worth fighting with.
It's the best I'll say for him.

I'll not argue with you, miss.

See you later, Liz.

He doesn't mean to shout.
They're all nerves at the minute.

Where's he going?
Golden Dragon.

He has a pint pot
to calm himself sometimes.

He talks so certain. He's worried
about keeping the strike together.

There's a lot of men,

and not all of them
the same discipline as Father.

BUZZ OF CONVERSATION

Ah, Mrs Thornton.

I hope it is silent enough
for you tonight, Mr Hale.

The men have been gracious enough
to turn out for the last month,

so all is quiet
for our dinner party.

I'm sorry that your mother is ill.
It's nothing serious, I'm sure.

She's just a little tired.

I wonder if she might like
to try the water mattress.

It's the very latest thing -
a mattress that fills with water.

Gives great comfort to the back.

Have you been ill, Miss Thornton?
Oh, no, no. I am very delicate.

I send off for the latest
inventions, just in case.

Mother doesn't approve.

Ah, Thornton, good evening! >

Slickson. Good evening.
THEY CHATTER

Thornton. I took the liberty
of inviting myself,

knowing your mother's hospitality.
Worrying about Marlborough Mills?

We'll ride out the strike,
just as we always have.

I've always had faith in you,
but this situation...

Nothing I can't handle.
No, of course not.

Thornton knows everything
in matters of business.

He has my confidence.
Thornton.

You know Miss Latimer?

Thornton...
Who's that fine young lady?

See - I am learning Milton ways,
Mr Thornton.

I'm sorry your mother
was unable to join us.

Thornton, I must speak with you.

Excuse me.

Have you left word at the barracks?
It's been done.

Men on horseback, armed men...
All arrangements have been made.

If they hear you are planning
to break the strike

by bringing Irish workers...

I'll take the risk for myself!
You may not join in.

I can and will protect myself
and my workers from any violence!

I sincerely hope so.

Well, really, Thornton
is most ungallant this evening,

leaving the most glorious woman
in the room

to talk to that slimy eel Slickson.

Now, then,
who can we introduce you to?

Come with me.

I hear Arnold is moving lock,
stock and barrel to America.

America? I'll be damned!

That's what I'd like to do -
pack up and leave!

Damn strikers would have
no work at all then!

Well, they have no work
at the moment.

There IS work!
They choose not to do it!

Thornton... What do you think?

Oh, I think our Mr Bell
is up to his old tricks.

Playing with words at the expense
of us simpler fellows.

But it's a serious question.

I don't want to manufacture
in another country,

but it's logical for others to try

if they can't make enough profit
here.
What do you think, Miss Hale?

Surely you don't condone the
strikers.
Well, no. Oh, and yes.

It is surely good
to see both sides of a question.

Mrs Arthur saw you taking a basket
to the Princeton district

the other afternoon.

PEOPLE MURMUR, CUTLERY CLATTERS

Well, I have a good friend
in Princeton.

Her name is Bessy Higgins.
Higgins?!

Ain't they one of your union
leaders, Hamper?
Yeah.

He's a terrific firebrand.
A dangerous man.

I'm surprised, Miss Hale,
that you keep such company.

Bessie is my friend.
Nicholas is a...
Nicholas?!

She's on first name terms.
PEOPLE GASP

Mr Higgins has been made
a little wild by circumstances.

But he speaks from his heart,
I'm sure.

Well, if he's so determined,
I'm surprised he'll accept charity.

Well, he doesn't for himself.

The basket was for a man
whose six children are starving.

Ah, well...
Then he knows what to do.

Go back to work.
PEOPLE MURMUR

I believe this poor starving fellow
works at Marlborough Mills,

doesn't he, Margaret?

You do the man, whoever he is, more
harm than good with your basket.

Well, Duke would say the longer
you support the strikers

the more you prolong the strike.
That is not kindness.

They will be defeated,
but it will take longer.

Their pain will be prolonged.
MEN CHATTER AND APPLAUD

But surely,
to give a dying baby food

is not just a question of logic!
Mrs Thornton, um...

I really must congratulate you
on these

magnificent, um...table settings.

I don't believe
I've seen finer table decorations,

even in the grandest gatherings
in Harley Street.

Not all masters are the same,
Mr Bell. You do us an injustice

to always think we're all up
to some underhand scheme or other.

PEOPLE CHATTER

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

MR HALE: Do come in.
Maria may still be up.

Margaret? >

Who was that, Dixon?

Who?
The man I saw leaving the house.

What man?
Dixon...

It was the doctor - Dr Donaldson.
Mother?

He's just making his usual visit.
His usual visit?

How long has he been coming here?

Margaret?

Why are you hiding over there?

Oh... Come now. What's this?

Dixon told you, didn't she?

She promised she wouldn't.
I made her.

It was Dixon who said
that you shouldn't be told.

What does Dixon know?

She's a servant!
I'm your daughter!

Shh!
I don't want your father to hear.

Don't be angry with Dixon.

She loves me.

No... I'll try not to.

I keep thinking about Helston.

How I used to complain about it
sometimes and want to leave.

And now, I'll never see it again.

That's my punishment!

And, Margaret...

..I can't stop thinking
about Frederick.

I'll never see him again either!

SHE SOBS
Oh, Margaret, it's so hard!

SOBBING CONTINUES

Hey... Shh! Shh! Shh!

Oh, dear, dear, dear. Shh.
SOBBING

Well, now, miss. You would know!

And now you'll fret
before you need to!

You'll likely tell the master, too,

then I'll have the whole house to
deal with.
No, I won't tell Father.

I can bear it better than him.
So I see.

I've known for some time now
about how ill she is.

Though I don't pretend
to love her as you do...

I've loved her better than
anyone else in the whole world.

I'll never forget
the first time I saw her.

The young Miss Beresford.

I broke a needle into my finger,
I was so nervous.

Then she bound my hand
with her own handkerchief.

And then...
when she returned from the ball...

..she remembered to look in on me.

She changed the handkerchief
for another one.

She was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen.

Or seen since.

Now, miss... Best get to bed.

You're going to need a clear mind
in the morning.

Um...

I'm sorry I get cross with you,
Dixon.

Oh... Bless you.
I like a bit of spirit.

When you're all fired up,
you remind me of Master Frederick.

That is a welcome sight.

< Are you taking us to the factory
in the morning, sir?

That's the lot for tonight,
Mr Thornton.

We can't risk bringing
any more in before daylight.

Oh, it's you, miss.

Did you see anyone in the street?
No. That's very odd, isn't it?

Where is everyone?
I think we'll know soon enough.

Best get inside the house, miss.
And bolt the door behind you.

Mama will be here in a moment.
She asked me to apologise.

Did I see faces in the mill?

My brother has imported
hands from Ireland.

They're huddled up in the top room.

What are they doing there?!
Well, they're frightened.

The strikers have frightened them

so that they don't dare work
and we don't dare let them out!

Poor wretches.
Mama is seeing to their food,

and Johnny's trying to calm them
down.

Some of the women are... wailing
and begging to go back home!

Ah, here's Mama.

Excuse, Mrs Thornton. I'm sorry
to bother you at such a time.

My mother... Fanny mentioned you had
a water mattress that we may borrow.

I'm sorry. I thought...
PEOPLE ROAR IN THE DISTANCE >

MEN SHOUT

Push it down!

They're coming! They're coming!
They'll kill us all!

Fanny! Shh!
FANNY WAILS

Keep her here at the back
of the house, Mother!

How soon can the soldiers be here?

Try to stop her panicking!

Miss Hale?

Miss Hale? I'm sorry you have
visited us

at this unfortunate moment.

WOOD CRACKS

CROWD ROARS
They're in there somewhere! Go on!

Go on, lads! Find them!

Get the Irish!

Oh, my God!
They're going for the mill door!

Get the Irish out!

Oh, no! It's Boucher!

We know where you are!

Let them yell! Keep them encouraged
for a few minutes longer, Miss Hale!

I'm not afraid!
Well, can't you pacify them?!

The soldiers will make them
see reason.
Reason...?

What kind of reason?

Mr Thornton, go down this instant
and face them like a man!

Speak to them
as if they were human beings!

They're mad with hunger!
Their children are starving!

They don't know what they're doing!
Go and save your innocent Irishmen!

SHOUTING CONTINUES

Mr Thornton, take care!

In God's name, stop!
Think of what you're doing!

He is only one man and you're many!
Go home - the soldiers are coming!

Go in peace. You shall have...
Will you send the Irish home?!

NEVER!

Go inside! This is not your place!

They will not hurt a woman!
Go inside or I will take you...

Agh!

Are you satisfied?

You came here for me,
so kill me if that's what you want!

WHISTLE BLOWS, HORSES WHINNY

PEOPLE YELL

Get out!

Is she dead?!
No, Miss Fanny.
She's breathing, but she looks bad.

Oh, where is Mother?!
We need a doctor!

She had to get through rioters. She
was the only one brave enough to go!

Did you see, miss?
What?

Miss Hale -
what happened down below.

Did you not see Miss Hale
clinging to the master?

No?!

Did all the servants see?!

We had a good enough view
from top window.

Mama's sure she set her mind
on John! This proves it!

Oh! Quick, Jane! Fetch some water!

There, there, Miss Hale.
You lie quietly.

Mother's gone for the doctor.
He will be here soon.

I don't need a doctor.

I must go home.
No! You can't!

Mother, thank goodness you're back.
Is she worse?
No, I'm quite well.

I want to go home.

Hmm...looks worse than it is.

You've had quite a blow, young lady.

You'd better rest here a while.
No. You know my mother is unwell.

She must not be alarmed.

If she hears of this...
I will go now.

Surely not, Doctor?
I think she
must be allowed to do as she will.

I'll take her in the carriage -
see she reaches home safely.

The streets are still very noisy.

Very well.

LOUD WHISTLES SCREAM

This way!

LOUD WHISTLES CONTINUE TO SCREAM

Mr Thornton?

Don't worry, sir,
we'll catch the ringleaders.

(Thornton's come up smiling again.

(Those hoodlums
have broken the strike.)

(Didn't even have to use
his Irishmen.)

Margaret, is that you?

Y-Yes, Mother.

I-I'll be in soon.

I must wash.
The streets are very dusty today.

Where is Miss Hale?

She has gone home.

Gone home? That is not possible.

Really, John, she was quite well.

Mother, she took a terrible blow.
What were you thinking of?

Everything was done properly.
Dr Donaldson was called.

In fact, I went for him myself,

as no-one else
seemed to have a mind to go.

Thank you, Mother. The streets
were dangerous, you shouldn't...

I'm sure it's not possible to keep
such a... headstrong young woman

anywhere she doesn't care to be.

She's such a reckless young woman.

Jane, have you nothing to be getting
on with?
Miss Fanny, sir, she's...

I was so scared! I almost fainted!

I thought they'd break down the door
and murder us all!

Oh, Fanny, don't be so ridiculous.
You were in no danger.

Where are you going?

To see if Miss Hale is well.

I sent her home in a carriage
with Dr Donaldson.

Everything was done properly.
..John!

I'm asking you not to go.

I...I hear there's been...some
violence up at Marlborough Mills.

I do hope
there's not too much damage.

There's a young lady
wants Miss Margaret.

I told her to go, but she's very
distressed. Said her name's Mary.

Sorry, Miss, I didn't know what to
do. Bessy's been took so very ill.

BESSY BREATHES HEAVILY

BESSY COUGHS

BESSY CHOKES AND CONTINUES TO COUGH

You're still up.

I thought you'd be exhausted.
Why should I be?

Where have you been?

Just walking.

Where have you been walking?

I promised you I would not go
over there, and I did not.

But?

But...

Mother, you know I will have to
go there tomorrow

and you know
what I will have to say.
Yes.

You could hardly do otherwise.

What do you mean?

I mean that you were bound
in honour...

and she has shown her feelings
for all the world to see.

Her feelings?

She rushed out in front of an angry
mob and saved you from danger...

or are you telling me
that I imagined that?

Do you think
none of the servants saw her(?)

Do you think it's not become
the tittle-tattle of Milton(?)

She did save me.

But, Mother...I daren't believe
such a woman could care for me.

Don't be so foolish.

What more proof do you need that she
should act in such a shameless way?

I'm sure she will take you from me.

That is why I didn't want you
to go and see her today.

I wanted one last evening of being
the first in your affections.

I'll have to change the initials
on our linen.

They will bear her name now -
hers and yours.

I know she does not care for me.

But I can't remain silent,
I must ask her.

Don't be afraid, John.

She has admitted it to the world.

I might even learn to like her
for it.

It must've taken a great deal
to overcome her pride.

"Dear Margaret, if only Uncle would
bring you all home,

"you wouldn't need to witness
such suffering.

"As for feeling guilty, Margaret,

"surely you can have nothing to
reproach yourself for.

"After all, the workers chose to
go on strike

"and I'm sure you've
done your best to help.

"Even when we were little girls,
you always did the right thing."

I'll not notice the colour of this
fruit.

Miss Hale, I'm afraid I was
very ungrateful yesterday.

You've nothing to be grateful for.
I think that I do.

I did only the least
that anyone would have.

That can't be true.

I was, after all, responsible
for placing you in danger.

I would have done the same for
any man there.
Any man?

So you think I got what I deserved?
Of course not.

But they were desperate.

I know if you were to talk...

I forgot -
you imagine them to be your friends.

But if you were to be reasonable...

Me? Are you saying that
I'm unreasonable?

If you would talk with them and not
set the soldiers on them, I know...

They will get what they deserve.

Miss Hale, I didn't just come here
to thank you.

I came because...

I think it very likely...

I know I've never found myself
in this position before...

It's difficult to find the words.

Miss Hale, my feelings for you
are very strong...
Please...stop.

Will you please don't go
any further?
Excuse me?

Please don't continue in that way.

It's not the way of a gentleman.

I'm well aware that, in your eyes
at least, I'm not a gentleman,

but I deserve to know
why I'm offensive.

It offends me that you should
speak to me

as if it were your duty
to rescue my reputation!

I spoke to you about my feelings
because I love you.

I had no thought for your
reputation!

You think that because you are rich

and my father is in
reduced circumstances

that you can have me for
your possession?

I should expect no less from someone
in trade!

I don't want to possess you! I wish
to marry you because I love you!

You shouldn't, because I do not
like you... and never have.

One minute we talk of the colour of
fruit... the next of love...

How does that happen?

My friend...Bessy Higgins...

is dying.
And, of course, it's my fault too(!)

I'm sorry.
For what?

That you find my feelings for you
offensive?

Or that you assume because I'm in
trade,

I'm only capable of thinking
in terms of buying and selling?

Or that I take pleasure in sending
my employees to an early grave?

No. No, of course not.

I'm...I'm sorry to be so blunt.

I've not learnt how to...

how to refuse...

how to respond when a man
talks to me as you just have.

Oh, there are others?

This happens to you every day?

Of course. You must have to
disappoint

so many men that offer you their
heart.

Please understand, Mr Thornton...

I do understand!

I understand you completely.