Help yourselves. Dive in.
It ain't every day a man's daughter is back home from the dead.
I wondered why everybody was looking at me funny.
Today, I got held up by these highwaymen.
That ring on your finger. You might need to donate that to the cause.
And one of them hit me.
- What's your name? - Billy Blind.
- What do you mean you're on my side? - I protect you.
I'm untouchable.
Charles Devereux, madam. Toff, bon viveur--
- You're Isambard Tulley. - Lord, I should hope not.
He's got a 20-pound reward on his head.
Pa's dead.
I ran him out of town under cover of darkness and then I killed him.
And now they're trying to cover it up.
I want everything now.
What stands between you and your estate?
You want me to kill my own father?
She killed him! - No. I didn't! It was him.
Get after her!
George! Roxy! We're leaving.
What's going on?
Where're we going?
I'll tell you when we get there!
Lord, Papa! How can you be so angry with me?
There's always an uproar in the family about marrying the eldest daughter,
and now poor I must suffer in my turn!
Your Mama and I have been too fond of you!
- Papa. - If you do not receive
Mr. Ledger as your lover...
Lover?
Has he ever once so much as cast a languishing look towards me,
or, or written me a sonnet, or thrown himself at my feet?
Mr. Ledger is a husband of your Papa and Mama's providing.
And aren't they the properest persons to dispose of you?
Dispose of me?
Oh, Papa, your head is so full of trade and commerce,
that you would dispose of your daughter like a piece of merchandise!
My heart is my own property and at no one's disposal but my own!
Her impudence amazes me. You undutiful trollop.
Not undutiful at all, Papa!
But the truth is, my heart...
There! It's out, it's said.
You see, gentlemen, what a situation I am in?
No one cares.
Nonsense, I think it's generous entertaining of them
to share their dirty linen with us.
You, sir, are drunk.
That's a very-- Yes, yes, I am.
Have we speeded up?
- Lord, Papa! We've speeded up! - We're off the main highway!
This isn't the road to London!
Oh. Oh, really? - What's occurring?
Stop this machine!
What is going on?
Lord, Papa, we've stopped.
Give me that.
Now, peel your kit off.
- What? - Go on.
Well, you said you wouldn't help me
if I took part in random acts of violence, Billy Blind!
Someone points a gun at you, I have obligations.
Well, that's good to know. Hang on.
- What obligations? - I don't know.
Where did these obligations come from?
- Now! - That is a good question.
- And the answer is? - Tricky.
I can only assume that your life is very important.
- Given that I'm here to protect it. - Why though? Why?
And... keep going.
And who decides these things?
- Well, you must fit the bill. - What bill?
- Like I said, I'm no wiser than you are. - Come on.
Hurry up.
- Yeah, but you must be-- - Yeah, oh, our is not to reason why.
Ours just to get on with things, eh?
Yeah, but--
Papa, do something.
Billy?
I want to see skin. Come on, all of it. Let me see it.
Well, get out then.
- You get out. - I'm not next to a door.
Well, I'm not the only one next to a door.
Ugh.
Oh, I must beg to be excused.
On what grounds, sir?
Two things, sir. One.
We don't know what's out there. And B...
I'm a bit soft.
You're being advised to step outside.
- By who? - Why?
With your hands up.
How do?
Lady Wilmott. Colonel Standring's here with another gentleman.
Ah. Yes. Bring them in here. Tell my brother to come downstairs.
Tell him I don't want to have to ask twice.
Thomas.
Liar!
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone!
Thomas.
Mm.
Ah, Blancheford.
Lord Standring. Did I keep you waiting? I'm sorry.
Your sister's been telling me
your bereavement is taking a heavy toll on you.
Well, and it could hardly be otherwise?
Such a brutal attack. And right before the boy's eyes.
I'm sorry for your loss. Your Lordship.
This is Captain Jarrold. How do you do?
If anybody can find your father's killer, it's Jarrold.
By this time tomorrow,
we'll have eyes in every city and town in England, Lord Blancheford.
Will you?
How?
You must offer a substantial reward.
We'll advertise it in every newspaper in print,
with as vivid a description of Nell Jackson that you can give
and any accomplices she may have.
We'll have news of them within the week.
Within a month, she'll be hanging from the scaffold.
Finding her is one thing.
Pinning her down may be something else.
Thomas is right, Captain Jarrold.
We need a lot more force than you could ever reasonably imagine.
She fights like a demon apparently.
And with the strength of 10 men.
She's unnatural.
I look forward to it.
I can count the leaves from the trees.
I can see individual items.
I don't like going through other people's things.
Listen.
I'm not happy pilfering other people's stuff.
I'm not happy to be in a position
where I have to pilfer other people's stuff.
Cheese! Who wants some cheese?
- Can I have some cheese? - Yes!
Of course, it's ours now. And I did apologize to them.
I did explain that I was in a tight spot
through no fault of my own, and with mouths to feed,
And I was just...
I was redistributing some wealth.
What did they say?
You will hang.
Not a lot.
Yeah. Well. I was never gonna die in bed.
- Shouldn't you, um... - Yes, Miss?
Tie us up? So we can't escape, sir.
Oh, I've not got any rope.
You'll just have to pretend.
Don't waste your sorrows on them, Roxy.
These people have more stuff than they know what to do with.
You know what's vulgar?
Now why does one man need 10 pairs of pants,
while another man, not three feet away, has to walk down the streets
with his bottom cheeks hanging out of his galligaskins?
If the world was a better place, the world was a fairer place,
none of this would be happening.
- I know. I know that. - I want to go home.
I've been thinking about what to do.
And none of yous lot have done anything wrong,
- so in a good world-- - I have.
I've prigged this prancer off His Lordship.
That's a one-way trip to the three-legged mare...
...if ever there was one.
I know it's not in the same league
as what you did-- Didn't do. But. Just, saying.
I'll be doing the Tyburn Jig, same as you, if they get ahold of me.
Yeah. and I was talking to these two. So, I'll deal with you in a minute.
- Oh. - Get out.
In a good world,
I'd find a magistrate who might listen to the truth.
But in the real world, that's not gonna happen.
So, now I've got some vittles down my gullet and I can think straight.
What I think we should do...
is head out west
via the back lanes and the tracks less well-trod,
then I'm gonna drop yous two off with Uncle Jack in Abingdon.
Is Uncle Jack in Abingdon a real person?
Yeah, of course. He's Dad's baby brother.
What about you, Nell? What are you gonna do?
Chances are once word gets out about this latest caper
they'll think we're on the north road.
So, if we was to light out west that would put us ahead of the game.
And once I've dropped you off in Abingdon...
I'll leg into Bristol, sneak onboard a packet,
- and sail to America. - America?
What? Yes.
Once I've got settled, and I've made something of myself.
I'm gonna send for you.
- What about him? - Who? Yeah, of course. Give me a minute.
I need a word with you, kid. Over here.
Hurry up.
'Sup, boss?
I ain't your boss.
Look, you need to take that horse back.
- Blame me. - Eh?
Say I kidnapped you. Or something.
But then you managed to give me the slip. All right?
Look, this isn't your mess. It's mine.
But I need you to take yourself back there,
and then I don't have to worry about you as well as everything else.
I don't wanna go back.
I'd just get bruised by that buffoon, Thomas.
All right. Don't go back, go where you like.
But I'm gonna drop these nippers off where they have a roof over their heads
and then no one ain't seeing me for dust.
- Including you. - Why?
Because that's how it is.
Where are you going?
Fill your boots, take some of them nice warm threads.
Pinch a pair of them pops and a blade so you can look after yourself,
and then we'll all bid one another adieu. All right?
- Can I not just hang about with you? - No.
Can I not be useful to you, Nelly Jackson?
- Uh-uh. No. - Look, if...
if you'd have let me come and take the carriage with you this morning,
you would've seen how useful I could be.
Ow.
Yeah. I ain't no double act.
I did try that with Captain Jackson,
and all I learned at the end is that it's every man for himself.
But look, you're free.
The world is your oyster, which you with sword may open, eh?
Yeah, grasp it.
The world is a big place, there's lots to see and do,
so best get cracking, eh?
Chop, chop.
Where is he?
Ah!
I hear congratulations are in order. I'm sorry?
You got what you wanted. The land, the property, the title.
You're a rich man, Blancheford. And such a simple solution. Hmm?
One that was there all along, just waiting to be grasped, please.
And it sounds like you got away with it beautifully
since they're all blaming this, um, this woman, this Nelly Jackson. Yes.
- Well done. - I...
I got a note to come and find you. Mm.
- When's the funeral? - Tomorrow.
I'll be there.
You didn't know my father.
Funerals aren't for the dead, Thomas.
I'll be there to support you and your sister.
- In your hour of darkness. - You don't know my sister.
I saw her presented at court. A number of years ago.
Before she married Lord Wilmot,
poor fellow.
Poor girl, still in mourning for her husband,
and now she's lost her father.
Thomas.
The funeral procession leaves the house at seven.
But look, there's really no need for you--
I'd like to.
You see.
People like you are rare, Thomas.
I wasn't sure you had it in you.
I wasn't sure you weren't just some spoiled little boy.
But now... oh, now I'm intrigued.
I feel a certain responsibility for what happened.
But I do wonder what else you're capable of?
I do wonder if you're not cut out for great things.
What things?
There'll be a time for that.
It's a longer conversation.
I just wanted to find out when the funeral was,
and I wanted to see you.
I have matters to attend to.
I'll see you at church.
Benning will show you out.
He needs to make his mark on the world,
and Rasselas can't do that if he's tiddling about with us, can he?
No. He needs to do what he can with his life while he has an opportunity.
But I liked him.
- I liked him. - I liked him.
Yeah, but I mean...
you know, I liked him.
Yeah, well, that kinda mush is a luxury we can't afford right now,
and it'd be nothing but an inconvenience, and chances are, you know.
These things.
It's not often both sides feel the same way,
I don't wanna see you with your heart broke.
He did. He did like me. He told me so.
Did he indeed?
That's mighty inappropriate, he should've kept it to himself.
Also, I suspect he's probably about eight...
10 years older than you. Well, three.
Three years older than me, that's all. And some.
You aren't my mother! And some!
No, nor would I wish to be, I've never seen anyone move so fast!
So when have you been having all these in-depth conversations then?
Here and there and along the way.
Mm-hmm.
Oh. And, and his father was... is the King of Benin.
Oh, really? Yeah, that's likely.
He probably says that guff to all the silly 16-year-olds
with nothing but bits of fluff between their ears.
So, why did he come knocking on our door telling us what he heard
- going on up the hall then? - I don't know.
Why would he risk life and limb doing that if he didn't care about people, eh?
He said he'd seen me around the village and always thought I was like--
An English rose.
So, what then, have you been kissing and that then?
- No. - Yeah, right.
- Who's been kissing? - We have been talking!
- She and Rasselas. - No one.
No one's been doing nothing, but listening to people's life stories.
- I don't know. - And this is what I was saying.
Right, he was bought at London Docks...
Age three for fifteen pounds, eight shillings and sixpence,
by Lord Blancheford,
who took me back to Tottenham on his horse.
And it was thundering and lightning,
and Lord Blancheford put me under his cloak to keep me warm.
And I was washed and dressed
and given to Sofia and that pig Thomas as a play-thing.
On account of, they just lost their mother,
and Lord Blancheford thought he would cheer them up.
So he was fed...
And clothed and petted
and treated like one of the family until one day...
When Rasselas got to being about 9 or 11, that's when...
Thomas got sent to Eton or some such, and I got put to work in the farmyard.
Miss Sofia and Rasselas, they cried and cried, but...
That was it, that was when everything changed, and...
Stand and deliver!
- Get out! - George, come on. Nell, what's going on?
I said get out! Nell, what's happening?
There ain't no one in here, governor.
- Just a bunch of people's clothes. - Hang about.
I know you.
You do.
So, why not go pester someone else
before I part your hair for you like I did the last time?
And who are these two beauties?
It's that fella, Nelly?
It's that posh fella from London.
What's that poor little mite trying to say?
It's us, Mr. Devereux.
Why you dressed up so cunningly like a highwayman?
What she's trying to say is, I met this fella.
The other day in London.
Who you'll never believe has a remarkable resemblance to you.
Anyone with eyes might think you was twins.
And, you know, he even had a scar,
which I coulda swore blind I'd given you, him, myself.
Mm. Curious.
How came you by this handsome carriage and these four horses?
I was obliged to borrow them.
- Do you know what I think? - Mm-mm.
I think you're Nelly Jackson.
Nelly Jackson, who has a 20-pound reward on her head for murder.
Took me best part of 18 months to get a 20-pound reward on my head.
and this one does it overnight!
It's all over London.
This time tomorrow, it'll be up, down, and sideways across the country.
- Twenty pounds? - How about, governor?
We take this horse here, and them four horses. And the carriage.
And these two trollops.
And we turn the gobby one in, and get the 20 pounds?
Have you learned nothing
from the last time I duffed you all up?
Go.
Boss.
He's new.
Makes sense.
Go on then.
Aha, ha!
- Drop the pistol. - Rasselas!
What do you want me to do with this one, Nelly?
- What you doing here? - I saved you!
Sorry, you saved me?
What are you on about you "saved me"?
And Roxy. And George.
- Have you been following us? - So, I was going to go my own way.
Like you suggested.
But first off, I'll be honest with you, boss,
I felt sad, then I got to feeling lonely,
and then I came over all worried about you three, and...
So, what shall I do with this one?
Ugh. I don't know.
It kinda depends on whatever drivel comes out of his bunghole next.
Yeah, well, obviously, I couldn't admit to being Charles Devereux
in front of the academicians. Could I?
So, what happened then?
You went back and totted the scum that murdered your poor old dad, did you?
No. I never.
- But that's what everyone thinks. - Mm. So, here's an idea.
You're going to get caught,
and I don't know what your plan is, but based on the fact
that we're standing here in broad daylight
and having this conversation at all leaves me assuming it's a bad one.
I hope you're not planning on dropping the little ones off
with a favorite uncle, Nell.
Surely not that old chestnut.
Well, and what even if I was? Which I ain't.
Because that'll be the first place they'll look.
If you have a second cousin 10 times removed,
who you never once kept eyes on living in Kent.
They will be outside his house this time tomorrow,
believe you me, 20 pounds is a lot of dust.
So, do you wish to hear my idea?
- Can do. - You and me should team up, Nelly Jackson.
- No. - I can help you.
Doubt it.
So, like I say.
This time tomorrow, all the news sheets up and down the country
will have your description printed all over them.
And not just yours. Hers and hers and his.
There won't be one safe place you can hide.
So, what do you do, eh?
Where do you go? When there's nowhere to go?
Hmm?
Did you nab any lolly when you borrowed this bone shaker?
Few quid, maybe.
Right, well, let's you and me pretend to be Lord and Lady So-and-So,
and hire a good set of rooms in a nice hotel
in an indifferent little town for a few days.
You've got the clothes for it,
- let's use them. - What are you on about?
I'm on about hiding in plain sight, Nelly Jackson.
Which amounts to no hiding at all. Just changing who you appear to be.
And what about us?
Well, her Ladyship must have a lady's maid.
And perhaps her Ladyship is traveling with her eccentric little cousin.
and of course, Lord So-and-So must have a fine footman.
Yeah, or you could be my footman.
Just think, hot food, ugh.
Warm beds, clean clothes, roof over your heads.
While you and me work out your next move.
Why?
Why would you do that? What's in it for you?
I like an adventure.
Hmm.
They're all looking at me.
No, they're not.
I am the resurrection and the life, sayeth the Lord.
He who believeth in me, though he were dead,
yet shall he live.
And whoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the Earth.
No worms destroy this body...
Thomas. - Through my flesh shall I see God.
Just carry on.
Um...
Who-- Whom I shall see for myself,
and mine I shall behold.
We brought nothing into this world,
and it is certain, we can carry nothing out.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Amen.
Lord and Lady Shankley.
Yes, that's us.
How remarkably hideous.
Is that a woman? Of course, it is.
Bathsheba. Children should be seen, but not heard.
Doesn't her countenance send chills down your spine?
Oh, on the contrary. It's the other that unnerves me.
See how one of his eyes is so much smaller than the other?
Yes, ma'am. Rather grotesque.
Well, I don't see that.
She's rather ratty. Hmm.
Do you think he looks a bit smelly from the left?
Oh, yeah.
Guarantee you that's the first time she's been wanted.
Very good. No, honestly I just want to punch him in the face.
Oh, to be a highwaywoman.
Do you think, you know, like, she's rather beautiful?
Rather a hag. Stupid hat.
Face like a weasel.
Do you think his nose looks like a, a dog's tallywhacker?
Do you agree?
What do you think?
Both as vile as each other, sir.
Oh. Our rooms?
This way, Lord Shankley.
Luggage, Jacques!
Onwards!
Jacques.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Excuse me, my good man, where might I find the lady of the house?
Through here, sir.
Yes.
Lady Wilmot.
- May I offer my condolences. - Have we met?
I'm Robert Hennessey. Earl of Poynton.
Oh.
I didn't know my father knew anyone on the Queen's Privy Council.
Oh, he didn't. Well, not me at least.
Some time ago, your father sent your brother up to London,
to your Uncle James Ogilvy, your late mother's--
- My mother's brother, yes. - Yes, to see if he could, uh...
do anything with Thomas.
Ogilvy roped me in.
I rather famously had something of a misspent youth myself.
I suppose Ogilvy thought I could be some sort of guide.
- Or mentor to Thomas. - I didn't know that. How kind of you.
Ah, I've interrupted you.
I'm trying to familiarize myself with estate matters.
Thomas won't do it. But I shan't let it go to rack and ruin.
If there is anything I can do to be of use to you,
please ask.
The only way anyone can be of any use to me
is in helping to bring to justice the mindless, depraved,
non-entity that murdered my father.
Uh, Nell Jackson?
Ma'am. Mr. Jarrold's here.
He says he's aware it might not be the right moment, but--
Show him in.
I've taken on this man, Jarrold, to track her down.
Apparently, he's very good. But...
I think it's going to take more than mere mortals to capture her.
Has Thomas told you?
She fights as though...
she's possessed by a demon.
And you saw this? You saw her kill your father?
Yes.
She shot him.
Right in front of us.
The cook and some of the men ran in when Thomas shouted and it...
It was extraordinary.
The way she stopped bullets with her bare hands.
Have you...
heard of such a thing?
There are more things in this world than most people ever begin to imagine.
- Really? - Yes.
It sounds to me as if this Nell Jackson may have,
whether she's aware of it or not,
accessed some spirit.
Some entity.
And if she has, like must be fought with like,
because as you've observed, no mortal will touch her.
Can you help us?
Possibly.
Lady Wilmot.
- Ah, shall I-- - No. Stay. Would you?
I'll be brief.
This morning, we had news of a carriage held up by a woman
just south of Potters Bar.
And from her appearance
and the extraordinary way she conducted herself,
it was her.
There will be other sightings,
and as soon as there are, the net will tighten.
Was she alone?
Mm-hm.
And the guard and the driver were both heavily armed.
Both former soldiers.
Place more adverts in more news sheets.
And raise the reward to 40 pounds.
Very good.
- Good, that's very good. - Oh, Lady Shankley, look.
Yeah.
Oh, I could've been in Bristol now. I could've been on a ship.
Well, you see, the thing is,
even then, I shouldn't feel obliged to run off.
I should be able to find a magistrate who will listen to the truth.
Won't happen.
The law is made by the toffs, for the toffs.
- the truth is either irrelevant... - Yeah, right.
...or whatever they want it to be.
But it shouldn't be.
But that's just how they all think, tiddler.
You won't find one that doesn't.
Why do you live like this? If you're a toff in real life?
You assume I have a choice. I have no money.
You're a liar.
No.
It's true.
My old man liked the gambling tables too much.
Left me next to nothing.
Just the title and my address in Mayfair, which I'm very fond of.
Except it's full of tenants. I just have two rooms in the attic.
But, so what?
It's an address in Mayfair.
That's all that matters.
If people can have confidence in you,
in who you say you are,
well, it makes 'em feel comfortable.
Then you can get away with almost anything.
Brilliant.
Nelly didn't believe me when I said your dad was the King of Benin.
I don't believe it myself most days.
Don't you feel cheated? Yup.
And my name too.
Rasselas isn't my real name. Lord Blancheford gave it to me.
My real name's lost. Like my family.
Ain't you ever tempted to go back there and find them?
I would.
More than anything.
But how?
I wouldn't know where to start even if I saved up for the passage.
And chances are, with everything that's happened,
if I went anywhere near the docks, someone'd just clapped me in irons
and I could end up sent to the colonies.
There must be a way.
Jacques?
A note come for your governor.
And then up. I'm up, I'm up. I'm up. I'm up.
And I'm up. I'm up, I'm up, I'm up, I'm up.
And I'm one, two...
Go on then.
Ah. Thank you, footman.
I'm not your footman, you jumped-up pickpocket.
I am pretending to be your footman.
Why? 'Tis an invitation to Lord and Lady Shankley
to go playing cards tomorrow afternoon over at Widdicombe Manor
with Lord and Lady Springbourne.
Who's that?
We met him in church, yesterday. We were talking to him. Well, I was.
I said we were just passing through on our way up to London,
and well, they've gone and done the civil thing and invited us
to drink tea with them and play cards.
Well, you must write back and say we can't go.
Why?
Because as soon as I open my cake hole, they'll probably gonna smoke the fact
that I don't know one end of a fork from the other.
Nelly. You are such a disappointment.
We can fleece them at the card table.
- I can't. - I can!
We'll be quids in and it'll be a riot.
You were surprisingly convincing as Lady Shankley when we arrived, Nelly.
George is right. You do have a natural...
something or other about you.
I brought this as well,
just in case there was anything about you in it.
Think of it like this.
The more you practice pretending to be other than you are,
the better you're going to get at it.
Plus, Nelly, this Lord Springbourne, he might be a magistrate.
You can fathom what sort of cove he is,
and if he seems like the sort that might listen--
What time are they expecting us? Four o'clock.
Listen to this.
"The villain who held up and stole a carriage outside
Potters Bar three days ago
is believed to be none other than the same Nelly Jackson,
who committed the foul murder of Lord Blancheford."
Why do they call me Nelly?
"If it was, it might be assumed that the fiend..." Is that you?"
Yeah, it is. "...is heading north."
Ha! Well, they've got that wrong. If everyone thinks we're heading north.
We might be all right here in Slough for a good week.
"The reward for information leading to the capture of Jackson
has been raised to 40 pounds."
Poynton. Poynton.
This Nell Jackson, have you been keeping up?
By all accounts, she's something of the supernatural about her.
Does she?
See, I thought, rather, your area of expertise.
I, I wondered if she might be useful to the cause, perhaps.
I'd hope that would be for me to decide.
Yes, of course, of course.
Yeah.
My governor thought there was something fishy about them
as soon as they turned up.
Well, soon as her Ladyship starts opening her chops
and trying to talk like a toff.
They said they were from Thunderbridge Hall in Totnes,
but Mrs. Blewitt, who works down in the kitchens,
she hails from down that way,
and she says she ain't never heard of no Thunderbridge Hall.
Nor of any Lord and Lady Shankley neither.
I've no idea who this Lord Shankley might be.
But the description of the four others fits perfectly,
including your runaway, Rasselas.
The boy saw a note inviting them to tea this afternoon
at a Lord Springbourne's house.
Well, what are you waiting for?
You better set off now if you want to catch them there.
Come on, lad.
Um, will I get some of the reward, mister?
How can I contact your friend, the Earl of Poynton?
Why?
Because we have to look like we're doing everything we can
to hunt Nell Jackson down
because of the idiotic mess you've got us into.
- Yes, but-- - If you're hanged for murder,
the estate will go to our cousin in Northumberland.
And he'll move in with his family,
and I'll be dependent on him for every crumb.
So, be strong.
Hmm?
Resolute.
For my sake.
I can only help you if you help me.
Mr. Jarrold!
I need to write a note quickly to the Earl of Poynton,
but then I would like very much to come with you and your men to Slough.
Get ready.
Come on.
How long have we been married?
- Six months. - Six months, three weeks, three days.
The devil's in the detail. What's my favorite food?
- Jellied eels? Custard? - Candied apple. Quince.
Plum. And gourd. And spiced dainties from silken Samarkand.
Seriously, you think I'm gonna remember all of that?
I have every faith in you, Lady Shankley.
From the top, please, my dear.
A letter for you, sir.
It isn't all bad being on the run.
I don't miss working in that hot sweaty laundry all day.
I wonder how Nelly got to fighting like that?
Do you think it is Captain Jackson, looking after her from beyond?
It's something.
I've seen it.
How?
I don't know.
Oh? What's it look like?
I don't know. - Well, what've you seen?
Well, it's like...
An aura. And it's good. Well, it feels good.
And I don't know that Captain Jackson was any good.
Isn't that, Lady Wilmot?
- They must know we're here. - How?
They're not stopping.
They must know Nell is gone to Widdicombe Manor!
How?
There's too many of them! What are we gonna do?
Pocket diver.
- What's my favorite color? - Sort of brown, eh, sort of dung color?
Aquamarine.
I'm thinking this is a mistake, Nelly Jackson.
Chin up, don't look at the floor. Look people in the eyes and smile.
Um...
I'm not sure we should be doing this.
Nonsense.
If in doubt just gaze at me.
Like you're in love with me and I'll think of something.
I'm telling you, Nelly. Something weird this way comes.
Ah! Good afternoon. And what a splendid afternoon it is.
Kitten cake.