[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
- Merci.
Yes, Lord Stuart was very useful.
He was the British ambassador here.
He used to invite me to balls and soirees.
And so I invited Lady Stuart and the girls
and their cousin, Miss Hobart, to Le Jardin des Plantes.
That's where I was studying under Monsieur Cuvier.
It was a great privilege.
It wasn't really open to the public.
They were thrilled,
not least when Monsieur Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire himself
came along and gave an ad hoc lecture on la baleine.
We were inside the whale.
There we were
with one of the foremost thinkers of the day.
Sadly, he got called away, and I had to continue
the lecture myself.
- Isn't Miss Lister fascinating?
- They must have been mesmerized.
- Vere said the girls thought I explained it better
than Monsieur Saint-Hilaire himself.
Now, he is a fascinating man, cleverer than Cuvier.
He describes himself as a deist,
so believes in a God,
but also in the natural law of the universe,
and so doesn't interpret the bible as literal.
[soft music]
And neither should we.
♪ ♪
- My darling girl!
They said you were here.
Little thingy doo-dah did in reception at Meurice's.
And this must be Miss Walker.
Enchanté.
- Miss Walker, Miss Norcliffe.
- Tib.
- I've heard a lot--lot-- lot about you.
- [laughs] Good Lord.
Can I sit down before I fall over?
I've been on the sauce.
Ha! - Madame?
- Yes, hello.
Bonjour. I would like... - Vous restez pour--
- Juste un petit apéritif, pas de dîner.
I've left Charlotte and Mrs. Milne
asleep on the bed.
I think I've exhausted them.
Je vais prendre un p'tit St Raphael, merci.
So why aren't you at Meurice's?
- He only had a fifth floor apartment available,
so we came here.
- Well, it's very nice to see you.
Both of you.
Tell me all about yourself, Miss Walker.
[chair scraping]
Oh.
- Uh...
well, I--
- You must go and see... - Oh--
- "La Jeunesse de Henri" at the Palais-Royal.
We were there last night. It's a riot.
We couldn't speak for hooting.
I fell off my chair.
We had a box.
- We'll have to have a look, see what's on.
- Have you met Mrs. Milne, Miss Walker?
You met my sister Charlotte.
- Yes, at Langton, and your mother and your brother,
but no, not Mrs. Milne.
- Mrs. Milne is Mrs. Lawton's rather wayward sister.
- Is she?
- Made rather a fool of herself over an army officer
some years ago, and...
Well, we're none of us perfect.
- Oh. Who's Mrs. Lawton?
- She's Dr. Belcombe's sister.
Friend of ours from years ago.
- Of course, you know Steph.
Have you seen her lately? Mrs. Lawton.
- No, not since before I set off for Copenhagen.
We traveled up to London together.
- I didn't know he had sisters.
- Oh, yes, a whole flock of them.
Mrs. Lawton, Mrs. Milne, Nantz, Louisa, Eliza.
Quite a list, eh?
My gorgeous, lovely, sweet magnificence.
So what are you doing tomorrow, Miss Walker?
- We're going to the Louvre. - Are you?
Well, that's excellent. In fact, it's perfect.
So are we.
[jaunty music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[soft music]
- Miss Walker, how delightful. How are you?
- She hasn't got a clue, has she?
About the vast, rich tapestry of your fruity past.
- And it would be very nice if we could keep it that way.
- Did you explain "tuft hunter" away as a sporting term then?
- Oddly enough, it hasn't arisen.
- Isn't she a bit insipid for you?
She's not really one
of your sweet, interesting creatures, is she?
- There's more to her than meets the eye.
- You mean in bed? - Not here, Tib.
- Sorry.
- Just be happy for me. - I am.
I'm always happy for you, my darling.
You know that.
But what about Mariana?
Is she happy for you?
- Mariana's made her own choices.
- Did Mariana ever really have choices like we did?
- Until I inherited Shibden, I had nothing--
- Oh, no, you always had something
that money could never buy,
something that was always going to take you
wherever you wanted to go.
Not everyone's a force of nature like you are.
I don't know why I worry about Mariana.
She stole you from me. - Oh.
- Although, if it hadn't been her,
it would have been someone else, wouldn't it?
After all, two jacks don't suit.
♪ ♪
- I'm going to have to whisk Miss Walker away.
We only came to see the Raphael and the Murillo.
I don't want her to strain her eyes
over things of lesser value.
And I promised Madame de Bourke that I'd meet her
at the rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré at 10:00.
- Of course.
♪ ♪
- Charlotte.
♪ ♪
Mrs. Milne, how are you?
I'm afraid I have to steal you away.
- Oh, but-- - It's time to go.
- May aunt would have popped over herself,
but she's lucky if she can get out into the garden
these days with her ulcers.
So no--so she was anxious to know
if you'd been receiving her notes, my aunt.
Only with there being no reply,
she wasn't sure one way or the other.
Miss Walker?
- Yes, I have been receiving them.
- Oh, good, oh, she'll be relieved, my aunt.
And she told me to assure you that Miss Walker
will write to you herself from Paris,
now that they've got there.
We had a letter just last night.
Oh, and the good news is that Anne--my Anne, our Anne--
is very much better.
She became ill with a fever
just after they set off to London.
She was knocked up apparently. - Oh dear.
- Well, she's much better now.
But the net result is that Miss Walker felt
that my sister has been working too hard,
which of course she has.
And so they've decided on another month.
They're going to the Alps. - The Alps?
- Well, Anne's always wanted to conquer Mont Blanc,
and she thought the mountain air would do them both
a world of good, which it will, so--
- You do know that no one in Miss Walker's family
knew anything about this jaunt
until after they'd set off, don't you?
- I don't think that's true, Miss Walker.
- Well, it's as true as I'm sitting here.
How dare you tell me it's not true.
- The trip was discussed for some time.
It was only the finer details they hadn't--
- At Shibden Hall maybe, not anywhere else.
And why am I being sent messages anyway?
Why is my niece not communicating with me herself?
- Well, I know you had had a bit of a spat with her,
so perhaps that was why.
- My niece is a vulnerable young woman, Miss Lister.
If I had had a spat with her,
it was only because I was trying
to communicate to her how...
how worldly your sister is.
- Yes, but surely,
wouldn't that make them ideal companions?
Would you not be more worried
if they were both vulnerable in the Alps?
- Oh, Marian, you are naive.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Morning.
- Ah, hello.
- Thought I'd come and see if you need a hand.
- Your mother's in t'kitchen.
♪ ♪
[knocks on table]
- Ah, good,
somebody who isn't gonna just muck about.
- I've done loads. - Go and help your dad.
- What do you want me to do?
- Well, if someone unpacked all these,
we could clear a bit of space,
and I could start cooking a meal.
- I wish I was moving in with you.
- Is it no different?
- They're just uncivilized, not Thomas.
But it's like Amy.
Even Amy doesn't want to learn to read.
And...
- What?
- His uncle,
making lewd comments all the time.
"You newlyweds, I know what you newlyweds get up to."
And this smirk on his face,
and I have to laugh like I think it's funny.
And then this morning,
Alf, who's thick, chased me with a pig's head,
one they'd slaughtered yesterday,
all round the house and upstairs,
and they were all laughing.
Not--not Thomas.
- What?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Hello!
♪ ♪
Who's done that to you, lad?
- Piss off, you.
- Where's your mother?
Where's your Uncle Ben?
Not Thomas?
- Why'd she even have to come here?
Your Suzannah, stupid bitch.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- I thought he'd see t'funny side.
Our Thomas.
He always used to see t'funny side,
even when me dad was being a bastard.
- Yeah, but it's not funny for our Suzannah, is it?
You know, you've grown up seeing pigs cut up.
She hasn't, eh?
- S'pose. - Right.
So think on, or else I'll be after you as well.
Do you know owt about this business
about Thomas and Dick tying your dad up in t'pigpen?
When did you last see him? Your dad.
- Then. We had to go into Halifax.
- Who did? - Me and Amy with me mother.
Thomas was going to untie him,
so he could go and apologize to Miss Lister for being drunk,
but he never came back.
- Well, he never did see Miss Lister.
She'd have said.
What do you think happened to him?
- He went to America.
- Yeah, do you believe that?
- Yeah.
[sweeping music]
♪ ♪
[cattle lowing]
- Ah.
- [speaking French]
- C'est parfait, merci.
[cattle lowing]
- Did you ever imagine you'd be sleeping between a cow house
and a hayloft in the Alps?
- [laughs] I've never seen you like this.
- Like what? - Just so happy, so alive.
[soft music]
- Oh. - [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Elderly Miss Walker warned us.
She said, "She'll have her in Paris before we know it."
And has a truer word ever been spoken?
- And who knows where they are now?
Geneva, apparently, halfway up Mont Blanc,
according to Marian.
- Who we encountered in Halifax last week.
And you see, what must she think?
- It's the dereliction of duty that bewilders me,
on top of what on Earth people will think.
- Her aunt did everything for her, everything,
and now she's getting on and can't get out so much
and needs companionship and a helping hand,
she's abandoned, she's ignored, she's--
- She's humiliated, as we all are,
because people will talk.
- Of course they'll talk.
- What Captain Lister and elderly Miss Lister
are thinking I cannot begin to fathom.
- When have they ever had any say in the matter?
- Well, you'd think--you'd hope they'd have some say
in the matter of Miss Walker moving in with them all
at Shibden Hall.
- Oh, really? - When?
- When they return. Oh, yes, that's the plan.
We were up at Cliffhill a month, six weeks ago.
And she turned up.
- We don't socialize with her anymore, just to be clear.
But yes, she turned up.
It makes me shudder, Mrs. Priestley,
the idea of being in the same room as her,
as sitting on the same sofa she's sat on.
- So they're going to live together
at Shibden?
- With Anne Lister's wit and your cousin's money,
she could run the whole of Halifax.
- Yeah, well, then you better
do something about it, Priestley.
- Do you imagine I haven't tried?
- She needs to feel the consequences
of what could happen.
- She needs a husband. - Yes, who?
- Well, I liked Mr. Ainsworth-- - Not Mr. Ainsworth.
- Well, there must be someone.
She must be very eligible with all that money despite her...
Health.
- We've been through every possible--
- What about Mr. James Ingham of Blake Hall in Mirfield?
She visits them from time to time.
She used to. Doesn't she?
Catherine, were they not friends of her parents?
Did she and Elizabeth not used to go visiting?
The Inghams of Blake Hall in Mirfield.
- Oh, James, yes,
she's always mentioned him fondly enough, but--
- And as for elderly Miss Walker up at Cliffhill
needing a companion and helper,
perhaps one of the younger cousins might be
called upon to move in with her.
- [grunts]
[laughs]
Mm.
- We shouldn't do that. - Eh?
- It's wrong. - Is it hell, it's natural.
Fine woman like you.
I've got this thing bothering me.
You know at wedding?
When we were coming out of church,
Suzannah's dad said this thing.
He said, "It's a shame your Sam's not here."
And I said, "Well, you could've knocked me down
with a feather when they said he's gone to America."
And he goes, "But you were the one
that wrote and told them,"
which is mystifying me, Mary,
'cause I didn't.
- I don't know where he's got that from.
- Well, someone here.
Presumably you or Thomas.
One of the kids.
- No, it was just an assumption that he'd gone to America.
- No, he wasn't making it up.
Somebody here made it up.
So what worries me is that somebody's hiding something.
And then this... worries me as well.
- What?
- I don't think you'd be bothering with me
or anyone else if you thought there was the slightest chance
of him walking through that door.
[tense music]
He's dead, isn't he?
♪ ♪
[thunder crashing]
♪ ♪
- For the first time in my life, Fred,
I know not where to find you.
I'm sending this via your sister at Shibden
in the hope that she at least will know where to reach you.
I can coax neither rest nor appetite.
I'm reduced to little more than skin and bone.
You would not recognize me.
Your happiness and comfort are very dear to me,
and I will not be the last of your friends
to rejoice if in Miss Walker all you desire has truly come.
I will never rob your little friend of her due,
but I am by no means sure
that I could ever be an impartial judge.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- Tell me about Mrs. Lawton.
You looked so sad
looking over the letter you got from her in Geneva.
[thunder rumbling]
- She has a lot to deal with, that's all.
What saddens my friends saddens me.
- What sort of things?
- Well, she's not been very well,
and it's made her rather low.
- Do you remember in Paris at the Louvre,
Mrs. Milne said a curious thing.
She laughed, and she turned to Charlotte,
and she said,
"Mariana would not be too pleased
if she saw her successor."
I do wish you'd tell me things, Anne.
Otherwise, I just look foolish.
- All right, look.
What you have to understand is that I'm older than you,
and I've had a life.
- But you said you'd never done this with anyone before.
- I barely knew you when I said that,
and I was terrified what you might think of me.
There has been another.
- And Charlotte and Mrs. Milne know?
Because if they know about that,
they'll make assumptions about me.
- No, no, no, no, no, not about that, this.
No, they only know that Mariana and I were devoted
for a time.
Don't be jealous.
I'm so much happier now.
Happier than I've ever been.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- Firm but fair, I'd say. - Fair when it suits her.
Either that, or she'll jump through hoops
explaining why something is fair
when you both know it isn't.
- When she interviewed me in York, I was shaking.
- She grows on you.
Well, you get used to her.
- Is she... - What, love?
- A man?
- Ooh.
[knock at door]
- Ah, the new lad.
Is it Ma-- - Matthew.
- Matthew, I'm Mr. Sunderland.
- Oh.
- "At Saint-Etienne we visited the Côte Thiollière coal pit.
"Rapid descent.
"Adny looked frightened,
so I sent her back up to the top."
She calls Miss Walker Adny now.
- Andy? - Adny.
"Monsieur Vachier..." - Why?
- "The chief engineer--" no idea.
"Very civil."
- She didn't take Miss Walker down a pit.
- You know what she's like.
Could never accuse her of not knowing
how to show someone a good time.
"Then at Firminy, Monsieur Morello showed me
"how his 24-horsepower steam engine pump works.
"I have learned a great deal.
"It was here we heard the unfortunate news
"that Melbourne has become prime minister.
"Not for long, I trust, or where will it end?
"We traveled through the night and arrived back in Paris
"on Wednesday, and neither of us were the worse for it.
"My intention if my carriage doesn't collapse
"is to be back with you all at Shibden
no later than Saturday next."
Oh!
"Mine and your new niece's best love to you all."
- I ought to get out more.
I think I might buy myself a little gig.
Eh, Mr. Sunderland?
- [chuckles]
[jaunty music]
♪ ♪
- First thing in the morning, we should go over
to Cliffhill and see my aunt,
take her presents, let her see how well I am,
not take any nonsense from her, and put everything right.
♪ ♪
- She's here! She's here!
- She's here? - Come on!
♪ ♪
- You made it! - Of course we made it.
- I mean, the carriage made it.
- We were changing horses in Leicester
at 2:00 this morning.
- Cordingley, Hemingway. both: Ma'am.
- You remember Matthew? - Ah, Matthew.
- Ma'am. - How've you settled in?
- Very well, thank you, ma'am. - Hm.
- Matthew, I'm George.
- What's this George? Why are we calling him George?
- It's his middle name.
We found out when we applied for his passport,
and Adny and I agreed it was a much better sort
of name for a footman.
- Look at you, eh? - You've grown.
He's grown. - Hey, look at this.
Miss Lister bought me a gold watch in London.
She said I left the realm a boy and came back a man.
- [speaking French]
- How d'you do? - Bonjour.
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
- No, no, this is as we were going over the border
from Switzerland into Italy before we got to Mont Blanc.
I'd bought Adny some lace handkerchiefs.
Then we were told at the hotel that they'd be confiscated
by customs house,
which vexed me because they were expensive, so--
- You didn't smuggle them? - I had to.
- She pinned them inside her... - Drawers.
I had to. There was no other way.
- That's contraband!
- In the event, I needn't have bothered.
The Sardinian Carabinieri asked
if there was anything á declarer,
and I just said non, and that was it.
- What if they'd searched you? - They didn't.
- But what if they had? - They didn't.
- But if they had. - Which they didn't.
- I've ordered a gig. - You have?
- A britsker. Did she tell you?
- You have? - Brand-new.
I've ordered it from Mr. Piercy in Halifax, 100 guineas.
Says he can deliver it within a fortnight.
- You do know those things go very fast, don't you?
- Oh, yes, but like Mr. Abbott says,
you can't hang about when you get to my age.
- Sorry, Mr.-- - Abbott.
- We bumped into him in Halifax.
Turns out he's not engaged to Miss Greenwood of Field House.
Mr. Rawson lied,
or at least got the wrong end of the stick, or something.
He doesn't even know her.
[hoofbeats]
- That'll be the man from Pickford's.
- Who?
- I'm sending the carriage up to Baxters
in London to get repaired and refurbished.
And then we should get over to Lightcliffe.
Then I have a thousand other things I need to do today.
- Ben. - Oh, hello.
I was just talking to t'pigs.
- Have they said owt interesting?
- They're better listeners than talkers, I find.
- I was thinking,
wondering if it's time you moved on.
When you came at the beginning,
it was never meant to be permanent.
Me and Suzannah, we'll be starting a family soon, so--
- I had this interesting conversation with your mother
about your dad.
- What about me dad?
- Well, first off, there's this rubbish
about me writing to say that he'd gone to America,
which I didn't.
And then second, when I said to her,
"He's dead, isn't he?
Or else why lie about a letter?"
Well, she's just a bit shit at lying, isn't she?
So when she goes, "We don't know.
Nobody knows what happened to him."
Well, I just didn't believe her.
See, I think somebody here
knows more than what they're saying.
Or else why lie in the first place?
- Don't you be bullying me mother.
- No, I didn't, I didn't.
I said to her, "I do know what a bastard he was."
I know he was handy with his fists.
Knocked me about enough when we were lads.
It wouldn't surprise me if tempers got frayed,
and one thing led to another.
And the great thing about a pig is it'll eat anything.
I grew up with pigs, same as your dad,
same as you.
I know all about 'em.
- Don't know what you're talking about.
- I'm not here to rock the boat, lad.
I couldn't care less.
But I don't really want to have to move on.
I'm happy here.
I belong. I'm family, eh?
I'm on your side.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Best foot forward. - Miss Walker and Miss Lister.
- Aunt!
Miss Rawson, I didn't know you visited here.
How are you, Aunt?
Well, I trust, I hope.
And I hope you'll be pleased to know that I'm well too.
I'm better than I've been for a long time.
Miss Lister was right,
the mountain air agreed with us both considerably.
And I feel changed.
How do you do, Miss Rawson? - Miss Walker.
- Miss Lister, do you know my cousin, Mary?
- Miss Rawson. - Miss Lister.
- We think we shall go back there.
Its recuperative properties were so beneficial to us.
- And soon. Miss Walker.
We brought you some gifts back from our travels.
Adny chose them in Paris.
Her taste is impeccable,
much like your own, Miss Walker.
I can't imagine you won't be delighted with them.
Should I sit with you, Miss Rawson?
What an exquisite dress.
- Oh, thank you. I bought it in Huddersfield.
- Incandescent.
The color suits you no end.
Good Lord, it matches your eyes.
The color.
You cousin, Miss Rawson, believe it or not,
less than a few short weeks ago,
came this--on the map at least--close
to reaching the summit of Mont Blanc
and was only defeated by the most atrocious weather.
We were hugely unlucky and terribly disappointed,
but as she says, we will go back.
- I can't begin to tell you the adventures we've had, Aunt,
the breathtaking views we've seen,
things that really lift the soul.
We waded knee-deep in Alpine snow.
[laughs] Are you going to sit down?
Please sit down.
- Picture us, Miss Walker, if you can,
being carried on the shoulders of our guides,
David and Michel, who were waist-deep in water
because the bridge we had to cross,
otherwise we'd have been lost to the elements,
collapsed in the storm.
- Oh, you've never seen rain like it,
and the thunder and the lightning.
Miss Lister lost all her travel notes.
- Gone in the deluge.
Fortunately for me, I'd left my journal proper
back at Sallanches with Eugénie,
my lady's maid.
- Mr. and Mrs. Edwards were here last week.
- Ah, local news.
- And they were telling me that in York, Miss Lister,
you are reported to have said
that you would never have anything to do
with Miss Walker's "troublesome friends" ever again.
- Aunt.
- I assume that you count me as one
of my niece's troublesome friends.
And in that capacity--
- I'm afraid you've been sadly misinformed, Miss Walker.
- And in that capacity-- - Aunt--
- I've never said anything of the sort, nor would I.
- And in that capacity-- - It's not my nature.
I'm confident Miss Walker knows that much about me.
- And in that capacity,
I can assure you, Ann, that your friends,
bothersome or otherwise,
will not bother you much at Shibden.
- Aunt, you've got to--
- One day, these words will make sense to you.
They will sink in, and when they do,
perhaps you'll realize who your true friends are.
Or were, if they still exist.
- We're here to be friends, Aunt.
All this unpleasantness is so tiresome,
and I'd like to put it behind us.
Can you not rejoice at how well I am and be happy for me?
- Miss Rawson isn't here on a visit.
She has kindly moved in with me permanently
as my companion and help-meet.
- I offered to come here two years ago
to look after you.
That offer was rejected. - You were ill.
I'd have been the one looking after you.
- No, that wasn't why I wanted to--
- Now would have been the time to step up to the mark.
But since you saw fit to absent yourself abroad
and now put yourself at arm's length
by moving into Shibden Hall,
I have in consultation with your aunts,
and uncles, and cousins,
all of whom are as bewildered as I am by the present...
situation,
made alternative arrangements.
♪ ♪
- Mr. Priestley, Mrs. Priestley, how delightful.
I'm sorry, I was just outside. - I was just--
- We've come to pay a visit on our cousin, Miss Walker.
- Oh, she's not here.
She's gone over to Lightcliffe with my sister
to pay a call on your aunt,
and then to pop in at Crow Nest, I believe.
Can I offer you some tea?
- No, thank you, not if she's not here.
- Glass of madeira?
- Well, if she's not here, we ought to just...
- My father's out too, and my aunt's indisposed.
She's expecting Mr. Sunderland,
but I can always see if she'd like
to try and come downstairs.
- Please don't trouble her.
- She'd be so pleased to see you.
- As I say, our call was on Miss Walker.
If you could let her know.
- Of course.
- But you may give our compliments to your aunt
and your father, of course.
- Well, it's a shame you've missed them--her.
They both have a wealth of anecdotes about their tour,
as you might imagine.
And it sounds as though it was most beneficial,
health-wise, and stimulating for them both.
And it was Miss Walker's first time abroad.
Yes, so--and yes, they've gone over to Crow Nest,
I believe, to assess what Miss Walker wants
to leave over there and what she wants to bring over here.
Now she's...
- Miss Walker being here and how long she will remain
are two very different things, Miss Lister.
- Please be in no doubt that no one in her family,
and perhaps you could tell this to you father
and your aunt as well,
no one is happy about any of this.
And the sooner it's sorted out, the better.
- Poor Marian.
I do wonder how much and how little she understands.
- The whole thing's sickening for everyone concerned,
isn't it?
- I sometimes wonder why we troubled ourselves
to rescue her from Scotland.
I sometimes wonder if it wouldn't have been better
for all concerned if she--
- What?
- Had cut her wrist and succeeded.
- Eliza. - I know, I know.
But surely it cannot be a worse sin than what she's doing now.
What's happening with Mr. Ingham?
- A negotiation with his family has begun.
- Is that someone outside?
Go see who it is, Jane.
- She's determined to humiliate me.
She's determined to make me look selfish and stupid.
I didn't offer to go and live with her because I was ill.
- The old woman's head is crammed full
of pother and untruths.
- I should have guessed she'd try and blindside us
with some nonsense, but that's just so cruel.
And poor Mary's being used. She barely knew where to look.
- That's my house. I own that house.
She's only there because she was left a right
to live in it by my father,
and then she goes and humiliates me like this.
- And it's to your great credit
you're not simply laughing it off,
but at the same time,
it's a great shame you can't do precisely that
because really...
- It's a man and a lady on a horse.
- Really, you ought to see it for--well,
you said it--the nonsense that it is.
- Well, I do, but other people won't.
It's her they'll listen to, not me.
- Yes, well, then that's something
we need to change, isn't it?
Ah, Mrs. Washington. - How do you do?
Have you settled in? - I think so.
Thank you, Miss Walker. - Good.
Miss Lister and I are here to make an inventory
of items to be taken over to Shibden Hall.
- Of course. - We'll only be an hour or so.
- Yes, ma'am.
Where's Eliza?
- Are you sure it's all right for us to be in here?
Liza?
- Yeah, do you wanna see the Japanese room?
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- Thing is, the thing that nobody understands is,
apart from the fact that yet again the whole family's
been consulted, and I'm reduced to nothing
but a difficult invalid
who can't do anything useful or proper,
is the effect this all has on me.
[footsteps]
- Hide.
- You said we were allowed in here.
- Hide.
- It's like I've sabotaged my own head
with a thousand angry thoughts that eat into my brain,
and they won't go away.
- Well, that's because you're very sensitive
and very thoughtful.
She's been like a parent to you,
and now she's lashing out, and it's hurtful,
as well as shameful,
especially when you've done so much for her in the past.
- You're not listening. - Of course I'm listening.
- But it doesn't matter how much you try
and rationalize it.
It doesn't go away. It just goes round and round.
I was so determined when we went there to make friends
and rise above any unpleasantness.
- Which is such a big step, and to your immense credit.
And the important thing is that in the heat of the moment,
you kept your temper beautifully,
and when she sees that her words
and actions have no effect, and over time,
even if they do in private,
and I know that's another matter,
then she'll be forced to behave more and more reasonably,
and all of this will stop.
The antidote to other people's nasty nonsense
is to rise above it and keep busy.
I've lived steadfastly by that tenet my whole life.
Come here. - [laughs]
♪ ♪
- The greatest thing that we can do in the time it takes her
and all the rest to accept things as they are
is to keep our dignity,
keep our nerve, and keep busy,
just like you've been advised by Dr. Belcombe.
Hm? - What are you doing?
- Trying to take your mind off things.
- Hm.
♪ ♪
- It isn't just Mr. and Mrs. Priestley being odd.
It was...
when I went over to see Miss Walker,
elderly Miss Walker, at Cliffhill
earlier in the summer to see
if she was receiving the messages you'd sent,
she said something that bothered me,
and I've never told anyone.
I don't want to upset you. - You won't upset me.
- Well, she was being difficult and unpleasant,
saying that Anne was manipulative,
but then she said, "Your sister is unnatural."
And I said, "Yes, I know.
"She likes anything to do with medicine, or mining,
"or mathematics, and all the things
women aren't supposed to be interested in."
And she said, "No, not that."
She said...
She said she had a reputation in York,
and soon everyone in Halifax would know about it too,
and that she couldn't care less
except for Miss Walker's reputation.
- What nonsense. - Is it?
- You've no idea how many tears I've shed over Anne
over the years.
It's not because I'm ashamed of her,
not once, not for a moment, but because I love her.
I could never stand the thought of anything nasty
being said about her.
When I hear things like that, I think shame on them.
Shame on anyone who says it, or thinks it, or listens to it.
- Do you?
- If these people, if any of these people,
had a fraction of her talent for happiness,
for friendship, her passion for life,
for people, and the world, and everything in it,
then they'd have something else to talk about,
but they don't.
Most people are mundane and narrow.
And Anne...
she's just got too much about her for this world.
I've known it since she was 11.
They can't put her into a neat little box,
and because that makes her seem different,
they say hateful things to try to belittle her.
Used to upset her when she was younger,
but now she's strong, and she's clever,
and they can't touch her.
And what harm does she do?
You look at Miss Walker's face. Could she be any happier?
- Mm, we shouldn't do this, not here, not now.
♪ ♪
- No...
♪ ♪
You're right.
♪ ♪
So what have we got?
- I don't want to take anything from here.
I never liked this room. Always gave me the creeps.
Let's start upstairs.
♪ ♪
- Oh, you've weed.
♪ ♪
- They can't do anything, can they?
My family.
- Do anything how?
- I used to worry that they might try
and have me put away
if they could.
After my brother died, because of my problems,
so they could get their hands on my money,
and now if they're all so angry about me being here with you...
- They couldn't have done it then,
and they certainly can't do it now.
You have taken control of your own destiny.
- Are you coming to bed? - Just give me a few minutes.
- If you give me your watch.
I know how long your "few minutes" are
when you're writing your journal.
- I...
I found this letter waiting for me when we got back.
It's from Mrs. Lawton. She's in Scarborough.
She's not been too well. Could I read it to you?
"Dearest Fred."
That's me.
"Your pages crowd so many thoughts upon my mind
"that I almost seem deprived of the power
"of arranging my ideas.
"As all is now decided with you and Miss Walker
"living at Shibden, I realize that
"if I cannot make you happy,
"I ought to rejoice that another can.
"If my love has sometimes perplexed you,
"it has been more
"from the waywardness of circumstances
"than inconstancy of my nature.
I do lament the past and regret its consequences."
And then she asks if "we may at least now and then
enjoy the comfort of meeting."
She often--well, invariably calls here
when she crosses the Pennines on her way back to Cheshire
from York or wherever.
And I wondered if-- how you'd feel if she did.
I can ask her not to, of course,
but on the other hand,
it might be too soon,
but it would make me very happy,
the thought that the three of us could all get on
and be friends.
- Yes, of course. I'd be pleased to meet her.
- I can do this tomorrow.
Do you know what we should do,
once you're all settled and our wing is sorted out?
Visit all of your relatives.
A grand tour.
They've heard one side of the thing
from your aunt and the Priestleys.
Let them hear another side from us.
And you did say to remind you when we got back
to write to your sister about the division of the estate.
I don't want to put you under any undue pressure,
but if we are to sort out our wills in one another's favor,
it does need doing.
- First thing in the morning. You can help me compose it.
Good night, Fred.
♪ ♪
- Go, throw it.
♪ ♪
- Well, she seems very happy.
It sounds like the trip was a great success.
- Not that bit. [sighs]
You are being deliberately obtuse.
Or perhaps not.
She has smuggled it in rather artlessly
at the end of the third paragraph.
- Oh, this, asking about the division of the estate?
What about it? - Well, isn't it rather odd?
- It's probably something we should have done before now.
- Except there's never been any reason to.
- I suppose we didn't want to address it when John died,
but it's been four years.
Is it not sensible-- - But why is she asking now?
If she never marries,
which she seems to have little inclination to do,
especially now she's settling
at Shibden Hall with Miss Lister,
then the entire estate will come to Sackville ultimately.
So what would be the point?
Unless she is intending to marry.
- Oh, well, I hope we'd know about it if she was.
- Someone must have put an idea in her head,
probably that floppy cousin of yours, Mr. Priestley.
- What would it have to do with him?
- Nothing, except they all prey on her.
And that might make it easier for them.
- Well, I'm sure
Miss Lister will take care of anything like that.
- I have no doubt Miss Lister is a very good thing
and will no doubt protect her against fortune hunters
significantly more effectively than your cousin would.
But it would still seem to be a waste of time
and money spent on lawyers if it's all going
to come to Sackville at the end of it all anyway.
- Well, how should I reply then?
- Don't yet.
I think we should dwell on it.
Anyway, you have enough to think about
at the moment.
I'm just intrigued to know what's behind it.
- [laughs]
Don't say I never bring you owt.
- What's that? - Fell off back of a wagon.
What--no, it did.
William Hardcastle carting a load of stuff
along valley road.
All sorts, furniture, paintings,
crates full of booze.
[laughs] Eh?
He's been at it since last week.
Won't miss one. - You stole it.
- No, as if I'd do something like that.
- Okay, I--
- Oh, don't be so soft. Fuck's sake, here.
- Our Thomas is about. - Well, get it down yer then.
- He'll get mad if he sees it. - Yeah, where is he, eh?
Upstairs, giving her one, is he?
- Shush. - Hey.
Shall I give you one, eh? - No--
- Come here. - Don't.
They're all about somewhere.
Hey, and put that away. Hide it where nobody'll see it.
- Come on. Just a nip, eh?
You know you want to, eh? Go on.
Just a taste.
- What's going on?
- Oops.
Just--nothing.
- You've been drinking. - I've not, I haven't.
All right, just a little.
Look, I was just saying to your mother,
it fell off back of a wagon.
Destiny, eh? Can't fight it.
- I told you when you came here,
we don't have alcohol in this house,
knockoff or otherwise.
- No, I know, as a rule-- - Yeah, ever.
- No harm done. - No harm done?
Look at you. And what was going on?
- Your mum likes a drink. - It's only one bottle.
Can't we enjoy it? - Enjoy it?
After the misery it's caused? - I'm not like your dad.
You know that. How long have I been here?
You know I'm not a violent man. - You were touching her.
- No, don't think I was. - You're gonna have to go.
- Well, no, I think I've explained to you why I'm not.
- I've asked you to go nicely, and now you're going.
- Leave him alone! - I'm not going anywhere.
I've telled thi. - Leave him alone!
- What are you sticking up for him for?
- Your mother, she likes me being here.
Don't you, love, eh?
- No.
- That's right.
You're not the only lovebirds in the house.
Your Suzannah know about what happened to Sam?
Eh, you'll want to keep it that way, won't you?
That's right, that's right.
[tense music]
I'm on your side. I've told you.
♪ ♪
- [whimpering]
[horse neighing]
♪ ♪
- Whoa!
- Hey, whoa! - Oh, good Lord.
- Slow down! - Whoa!
- [groaning]
- Look at that, eh?
- Anne.
- Come here.
Where did you get those horses for it?
- They came with it, all in with the 100 guineas.
Smiler's a rather giddier than expected four-year-old.
- And are you all right, father?
- Yes, yes, yes.
- Gonna be all right getting on and off that, Captain Lister?
- He can't control it. He's dangerous.
He clipped the wheel of another carriage
coming down Horton Street,
and he nearly knocked one old woman over
coming up the Old Bank.
You'll be getting complaints.
- It certainly is very shiny.
You've shaken Marian up, Father.
- Oh, she'll be all right. - How does it handle?
- Well, it's lively.
- Could I-- - No, no!
You keep your hands off it. I don't want you damaging it.
Where's Joseph? Joseph!
- Captain Lister.
- George. We call him George now.
- Just see to the horses. - Sir.
- Oh, and we collected the postbag
from Mrs. Bagnall at the post office.
I think there's one for you from Mrs. Lawton.
- It's a wonderful thing, Captain Lister.
- Hardcastle. - Ma'am.
- There's one less bottle of madeira in the back there
than when this cart left Crow Nest.
- I've not had it, Miss Lister.
- You're responsible for the load.
♪ ♪
- Dear Freddy,
we left Scarborough earlier than anticipated,
as the sea bathing did little for me,
and my eyes are no better.
It was a week ago that I passed
within 100 yards of your door at Shibden,
and for the first time in my life,
you knew it not.
That I knew it and felt it as I passed,
you will not doubt.
I now know it is my duty to dote on you less.
Heaven bless you, my Fred,
and make you as happy as your own Mary ever did.
I'm satisfied that for the future
you shall be spared any annoyance originating from me.
Mary has loved you dearly, fondly, and faithfully.
She loves you no less at present,
but she loves you too well to be a source
of discomfort to you.
Though we should never meet again,
my wishes and prayers for you will not cease.
Entirely and affectionately yours,
Mariana.
♪ ♪
- No.
♪ ♪
No.
- ♪ Behind her back, she's Gentleman Jack ♪
♪ A Yorkshire lady of renown ♪
♪ Ever so fine, won't toe the line ♪
♪ Speak her name and gentlemen frown ♪
♪ At Shibden Hall, she had them all ♪
♪ The fairer sex fell under her spell ♪
♪ Dapper and bright, she held them tight ♪
♪ Handsome Anne seduced them well ♪
♪ Jack-the-lass, Jack-the-lass ♪
♪ No one likes a Jack-the-lass ♪
♪ The code is cracked, your bags are packed ♪
♪ The knives are out for Gentleman Jack ♪
[bright tone]