[horse growls]
Oo-er missus.
- [Billy] That was Herne the Hunter. - Who?
When Herne rides again, it heralds the death of the monarch.
I'm beginning to wonder
if you've been sent to the planet for something special.
[counsel] The beast was slaughtered, beheaded by Nell Jackson.
Poynton?
Lady Sofia Wilmot.
I dabble in things that most people are frightened of.
[Thomas] You want me to kill my own father?
[gunshot]
- Let's split them up. - What did you say?
[Charles] Hyah!
[Lord Blancheford] Thomas.
- You fiend. - [Thomas] Murder!
- [Nell] Liar. - Leave me alone!
[Lord Blancheford] Thomas!
- [George screams] - [gasps]
[Roxy] George's been shot!
- [Sofia] Do you know him? - [Jarrold] Isambard Tulley.
No bail at any price!
[Rasselas] It's a plague village.
We're gonna scrub this table clean.
And then I'm gonna get that bullet out.
- [Nell slurps] - How?
George just got a fever.
[Nell] She's burning up. I need to get her to a physician.
[upbeat music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[news seller] Read about her, Nelly Jackson.
[indistinct shouting]
- [knocking] - [Rasselas] Whoa.
[indistinct chatter]
- I won't be long. - I'll get some supplies.
[Nell] Yeah. And a news sheet.
- You got some lolly? - [coins clanking]
[townsperson] I was certain it was open on a Wednesday.
- Never mind, Duncan. - [knocking]
I expect we'll be passing through again on the way to Edinburgh.
- [Duncan] Aye. - [townsperson] Aye.
Depends where we get the coach from.
[Duncan] I believe.
[door opening]
[Nell] Oh, hello.
[in Scottish accent] I need a surgeon. It's urgent. Is he in?
- [surgeon's wife] Yes, dear. Come in. - Lovely.
[classical music playing]
[door opens]
Henry, it's the Duchess of Argyll traveling up to London.
- Her sister's been shot by a highwayman. - Your Grace.
You might not be the right person, but perhaps you'll advise me.
I've removed the bullet myself,
but my sister's feverish, and I fear the wound might be...
not right.
Oh, that is a possibility.
You see, when a bullet goes in, it takes things in with it.
[Henry] Clothing. Dirt.
And if those things aren't removed too, then, yes, death can occur.
So... [stuttering]
So the wound needs to be reopened?
Well... [stuttering]
Who's the best person here to deal with it?
Oh, you won't find anyone else.
All the younger surgeons are off with the army in Europe.
[Henry] If I can just remember where my bag might be.
[surgeon's wife] Henry, here.
Oh.
- [surgeon's wife] Take care, Henry. - [Henry] I will.
Ah. Ah!
MacGregor. Help Mr. Tuplow into the carriage.
Aye, Milady. May I put this basket on the carriage with you, Milady?
Or else it will go everywhere.
Certainly. Certainly.
- Great. All in. - Yes, thank you.
[Nell] Great, great. Ooh.
And MacGregor,
do try and remember to address me as "Your Grace."
Oh, oh, sorry, Your Gra-- [laughing]
I can't-- Don't know what came--
[theme music]
I wish...
I wish I knew what to do.
[suspenseful music playing]
"Ointment.
to cure...
wounds to the flesh."
"What, wool of bat,
fairy's fingers, cuckoo's bread."
Where am I meant to get fings like this?
"An old maid's nightcap, beggar's buttocks,"
Nice.
"Devil's dung and a few blind eyes."
Yeah, obviously, because they're easy to come by.
[door opens]
- [door creaks] - [wind whooshes]
[suspenseful music playing]
[pensive music playing]
[Roxy] "Cuckoo's bread.
Fairy's fingers."
Wasn't this terrible highwaywoman, Your Grace, who shot your sister?
Uh. The one that's in all the broadsheets. Black Nelly. Blue Nelly.
Wild Nelly Something. Um...
Jackson.
Oh! Nell Jackson. Yes. No.
Well, it might have been.
- Apparently, she's, uh, fearsome. - Is she?
Well, they say she can take on 10 men at once.
And if you look directly into her eyes, she can turn a man to stone,
or jelly or, um, I don't know, something.
Medically, of course, it's not possible. But, uh...
she's obviously upset somebody.
She did have a certain feminine-inity to her.
But no, she wasn't fearful.
Not at all. She was really rather polite, in fact.
But she shot your sister.
Well, I think it was an accident, really.
And she didn't actually steal anything.
But she held you up.
Yes, yes, but I think...
I think she... [stutters]
- Oh, are you all right? - Oh.
Sorry. Just, just for protection. Nothing to worry about.
Yeah, I think she just wanted a chat, mm-hmm. Blather.
- [Nell chuckles] - [Henry stutters]
She, she didn't relieve you of your weapons, then?
No. No.
Did you not try to shoot her after she shot your sister?
No, she was off!
And, you know, I think her gun went off accidentally, to be honest.
And I think, I think it must have upset her
because the last thing she said when she went off was, "I am innocent.
I never shot that fella, that Lord.
- What they were all accusing me of." - Did she?
Uh. Something along the lines of that? Yeah.
- Good heavens! - What?
[Henry] Does that say?
"Isambard Tulley captured in Slough."
I-I... I can't read the little print without my magnifier.
- Um, can you read it to me? - No, I can't read either.
No, not without ma wee spectacles,
- which I've lost. - Yeah.
I think they're somewhere here, but...
Sorry. Is that what, is that really what it says?
[Henry] Yes.
- Here, just what... - Uh.
"Isambard Tulley captured in Slough.
This reporter can confirm that the infamous villain
and scourge of the great city of London and surrounding area,
Isambard Tulley was conveyed in chains to Newgate Prison
at a quarter to midnight from Slough,
where he was captured by a party of thief-takers."
- [prison gate clanks] - [prisoner screams]
[screaming continues]
[indistinct shouting]
[prison gate clanks]
[gaoler] You, get up. You're coming with me.
Is he being released?
[chuckles] No, sunshine. He's a dirty Jacobite.
He doesn't like the queen. He wants her off the throne.
- So, guess what? - What?
He's being hanged.
- [prisoner whimpers] - [grunts]
- Where are we going? - I'll tell you when we get there.
[cheeky music playing]
[loud clank]
[approaching footsteps]
[lock clanking]
[gaoler] Get in. Get in.
[grunts]
[chain clanking]
[clamoring in distance]
[distant screaming]
What's this?
You obviously know someone in high places.
Yes. Yes, I do.
Thank you very much. Which is why I am not Isambard Tulley.
- You keep telling yourself that. - Who lives here?
You do. Like I said, you obviously know someone in high places.
[upbeat music playing]
What about these?
[scoffs]
[door slams]
[lock clicks]
- [chain clanking] - [Charles panting]
[Thomas] "And I am loyal of the Lords throughout whole generations.
For the Lord will judge his people
and he will repent himself concerning his servants.
The idols of the heathen are silver and gold,
the work of men's hands.
- They have mouths, but they speak not. - [door opens]
- Eyes have they, but they see not. - [door slams close]
They have ears. But they hear not.
Neither is there any breath in their mouths."
[murmuring] "For the Lord will judge his people
and will repent himself concerning his servants.
The idols of the heathen are silver and gold."
[indistinct murmuring]
[Thomas] Where have you been?
London.
- Not to see Poynton. - Poynton, yes.
- You shouldn't bother with him. He's-- - What?
What is he? Thomas?
He's dangerous. Poisonous.
Listen.
[Sofia] You need to pull yourself together.
You need to believe in your own innocence.
Otherwise, this isn't going to work.
Thomas, look at me.
You didn't...
kill Father.
Nell Jackson did.
That is our truth now.
But I can only protect you if you stop indulging in this weakness.
Do you understand?
Good.
[clears throat, sniffles]
So...
- Poynton is going to move in here with us. - Why?
He's had some kind of fit of apoplexy and he needs to recover.
I don't want him here.
Nonsense. He's fond of you, and he can help us.
[Sofia] But right now, we can help him.
I'll continue to employ Jarrold
to pursue Nell Jackson in the more usual manner.
But Poynton...
What he can do is, is extraordinary.
- He's coming to us tonight. - Sofia...
Poynton knows it was me.
What?
It was him that put the idea in my head to do it.
- How? Thomas. He wasn't there-- - No. Before I...
I used to tell him things like...
that I was short of money and that I needed my inheritance.
And he would say things like,
"Well, Thomas, what stands between you and your inheritance?"
Yes, but...
- he surely didn't mean-- - Oh, he did. He did, Sofia!
I was cajoled into believing that killing Father was an option.
And he put that idea in my head. And if he hadn't...
Then, it would never have happened.
Thomas, you...
[cries, sniffles]
[dramatic music playing]
I told him it was Jackson and he believed me.
He's on our side.
Whatever conversations you've had with him in the past, he believed me.
You, you must believe it too.
[Lord Blancheford] Thomas...
[suspenseful music playing]
Do you understand nothing about...
[overlapping chatter]
Don't make me disinherit you.
You're going to face the consequences of what you've done.
You turn my stomach.
[soft groaning]
[gasps]
[sighs heavily]
[carriage approaching]
[horses neighing]
- [Rasselas grunts] - [Nell knocking constantly]
[Nell] Ah.
[Nell clears throat]
[scoffs]
Oh, thank you.
What is this place?
Well, we think it's an old plague village.
You've been hours! I thought you was never coming back.
Ah, Daisy.
- [Roxy] Is he a surgeon? - Yes. This is Mr. Tuplow.
My lady's maid will show you where my sister,
the Lady Georgiana is.
She's in here.
- [in normal voice] Devereux is in Newgate. - What?
Can't you read?
Oh.
[solemn music playing]
[screams]
[George] Nelly? Where's Nelly?
[Henry] Nelly? Who's Nelly?
[Nell in Scottish accent] It's my name.
Yes! Same as the highway lady.
Now, Lady Georgiana.
Mr. Tuplow is here to examine your wound and to make you better.
Better than ever before.
Why are you talking funny?
- [in normal voice] What's that slime? - Oh, it's...
Just some herbs and stuff.
That's meant to be good for flesh wounds and that.
Right.
[in Scottish accent] Right! Right. Carry on.
[Henry clears throat]
Uh, the ointment has bought her some time.
[Nell] Oh.
But the wound is livid.
As I suspected, there is still corruption within
- and unless it comes out-- - And you can fix that.
And then?
And then.
- Yes. - Yes.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Henry] The corruption may have already spread to the blood.
So? What? That's it, there's nothing you can do?
No. I'm saying, if I open up the wound again,
there may be a chance that I can save the child's life.
But you may have to accept
that even after we put her through the trauma of the procedure.
That...
This is the child's allotted span.
[in normal voice] If she dies...
It's all my fault.
So, can you please do everything you can?
Please?
Certainly.
[door opens]
[suspenseful music playing]
What's in this?
Just, um, wool of bat.
Couple of fairy's fingers.
Cuckoo's bread, uh, a few blind eyes,
an old maid's nightcap, and beggar's buttocks.
- Mm. - Oh, um, and some devil's dung.
- So not much. Just that. - Good.
Now...
Lady Georgiana,
I'm going to have to open that wound again,
because I think there's a little bit of dirt in there
that needs to come out,
and you're going to have to be very brave.
When it's all over, we're going to use this ointment,
which is going to help you heal.
[Henry] Now, how does that sound? Hmm?
- Yes, sir. - Good girl.
Can you help get Lady Georgiana onto the table, please?
- [Rasselas] All right, Lady Georgiana... - Didn't know you could read.
- [table scraping] - [Henry] Take it slow.
I can't.
[Rasselas] Here we go.
Something happened today when you were gone.
Yeah, what?
I think... I think I...
[Roxy whispering] And it's something I've been aware of for a while.
I think I can see or feel things other people can't.
What do you mean?
I think I'm magic.
Right.
[loud bang]
[footsteps approaching]
[lock clattering]
[gaoler] Visiting.
[suspenseful music playing]
Lady Eularia Moggerhangar.
[whispers] Oh, God.
Oh, I knew it was you.
Eularia, how delightful.
You need to get me out of here.
Most people stand up when I enter a room.
Ah.
[sighs deeply]
[sighs, groans]
[grunts]
It isn't as easy as it looks.
- You're an idiot. - Yes.
But, look, it isn't me. I'm not Isambard Tulley.
Do you realize they'll hang you?
Unless I choose to pull a few strings?
Why would you choose not to, best beloved?
Why would you choose not to get me out of this hideous misunderstanding?
You were arrested in Slough.
Oh, well, I, I didn't know it was Slough.
I was just trying to get from A to B.
[chuckles] And if being in Slough isn't ugly enough,
oh, word has it that you're in the company of some grubby highwaywoman.
Um, no?
Word has it that you and this whoever-she-thinks-she-is
posed as a married couple
to cheat money out of a couple of old farts in a game of hearts?
- Where have you got that from? - Oh, I don't know. Do you know?
Uh, maybe I invented it because I've got nothing better to do.
Or maybe I misunderstood it because my brain doesn't work properly anymore.
Now, I'm so old.
Or maybe it's because it's in all the blasted news sheets!
Oh, the guttersnipes. What nonsense!
[laughing]
But your papers aren't saying it's me, though, are they?
Your papers aren't saying Charles Deveraux is Isambard Tulley.
[Lady Eularia] No, of course, not. Well, not yet, anyway.
Oh, my God, it would make a marvelous exclusive.
Eularia, my love.
You are wrong.
Ah! But you once told me you were when you were in your cups.
[Lady Eularia] I laughed. I didn't believe you. But now, well.
Do you know I wouldn't mind that so much?
One has to have a little amusement.
But to be strolling around the countryside with a strumpet.
[gasps]
[whispering] Please know that I am this close...
to calling off our engagement.
Eularia, I am not Isambard Tulley.
Nor have I been in the company
of any grubby highwaywoman.
Mm!
Then, who is she? This Nelly Jackson?
Who?
You know, I thought you'd been giddy lately.
I am not sure I know what you're talking about.
Well, if you haven't heard of Nelly Jackson,
then, you're the only person in England who hasn't.
She's been selling more of my newspapers than you have.
Oh. Her! Oh, um...
Did they catch Nelly Jackson?
No. She's obviously got more about her than you do.
So, to sum up, unless you tell me the truth,
there is very little that I can do for you.
All right! All right!
So I was just passing through what I now realize was Slough
on my way back up to London from a weekend shooting things
in the country when my horse needed baiting.
Right? So I stopped, not intending to be more than five minutes.
And then, suddenly there it was,
right in my face, a pistol.
Then, she made me go with her and, and, um, pretend to be Lord...
Uh...
Somebody or other and play hearts with Lord and Lady can't remember.
But to be honest, it seemed harmless enough.
I didn't know her intention was to fleece him.
And then, suddenly,
in burst all these men telling me I'm Isambard Tulley,
and I'm outnumbered and tied up, and thrown in here.
No, no. That's...
Not ringing true. [chuckles]
Tell you what, I'll leave you to it.
No, Eularia.
And when you do decide to tell me the truth,
then I'll decide whether or not to move heaven and earth
- to get you out of this hellhole. - That is the truth, Eularia.
And they'll be taking you back down to the disgusting bit when I'm gone.
Hmm.
I only hired this suite for five minutes so I could visit without vomiting.
No, Eularia!
- [crying] - [Lady Eularia] Come along, Valerian.
[Charles] No! No!
[crying]
[Charles screaming] Eularia!
[loud bang]
Eularia?
[Henry] Keep warm by the fire.
I wonder if you might drive me back to High Wycombe, young sir.
I've no idea how we got here.
And Mrs. Tuplow will be anxious if I'm not home before night falls.
- I'll sort the horses. - All right.
Wait. Money. How much would you like?
I, I usually charge a guinea.
Oh, well, I've only got gold. Will that do?
[stuttering]
It... It's not stolen, is it?
Mr. Tuplow, good heavens, no!
I'll waive my fee this time.
No, please take it.
Seriously it won't be missed.
Not by anybody.
Because the stuff I've took,
it's all from people who have more money than they know what to do with anyway.
[whispers] Please.
- [gold clanking] - I'll walk you to your carriage.
- Um. Thank you. Mr. Tuplow. - [door opens]
Ooh. Um. Take care of her.
[door creaks, closes]
In two or three days, she'll be past the point of danger, hopefully.
Well, you'll know by then anyway, one way or another.
- She's a brave little thing. - Yeah, well.
Sometimes you don't get any choice in the matter, do you?
- You just have to be. - I understand that.
Listen, I never shot that toff in Tottenham.
It was his own son that did it after he shot my--
Our father.
And I know that sounds unlikely, but it's the truth.
And it's why we're having to live like this.
What could I do?
No one's gonna believe the word of someone like me against the quality.
[horse neighing]
You need to find a magistrate...
- I know. - ...who will listen to you.
And then protect you until you can be fairly heard in court.
Where?
Even if I found one who would listen,
he'd probably be too frightened to stand up to the powers that be.
And even then, I'd never get a fair hearing.
My elder brother...
- You have an elder brother? - [chuckles]
Yes. He's a magistrate.
Wow.
In Oxford.
You should look him up.
Tuplow. Jeremiah.
He has an address in Hollywell Lane.
I will write to him.
- [knocking] - All set.
Seriously?
Good luck, Your Grace.
[soft chuckle]
[horse neighs]
[Nell] You there, Billy?
Hmm. Yeah, I'm here.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm all right. Are you all right?
Yeah,
I'm all right.
[emotional music playing]
[whooshes]
[Nell sobs]
- [George] Can I see? - [door slams]
So this is the plan. I'm going to Oxford.
- Why? - Youse are all staying here.
To see a magistrate,
because George can't go anywhere or do anything for three days.
So on, it's Wednesday today, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, on Saturday
I'll be back then and we'll set off for Uncle Jack's in Abingdon.
But Mr. Devereux said that was a bad plan.
Yeah, well, Devereux's in Newgate. So, what does he know? Yeah.
Which is why I have to head back up to the city after that.
[Nell] He's only in there because of us.
Well, me. So I'm gonna spring him.
How?
No idea.
[suspenseful music playing]
I hope I haven't frightened Thomas away.
He's gone to London for a change of scene.
[wine trickling]
I'm afraid he's taken all this very badly.
[Earl of Poynton] Ah.
But...
It will be a great privilege and pleasure for me
having someone so intelligent to talk to.
You can't begin to imagine what it's like being blessed
with a good intellect, but having no use for it.
Hmm.
[door closes]
I want to learn everything
you can teach me before you're obliged to go back.
I need Jackson dead.
I'm tempted to think that fate has thrown us together, Sofia.
And it's delightful to me that you are so open to the dark arts.
I'm tempted to think you have more potential for it than I ever did.
Really?
[Earl of Poynton] Hmm.
So...
I must tell you something important.
Do you recall asking me why I conjured Herne?
You said, it was a private joke with the Queen.
[scoffs]
I didn't want to make her laugh.
I wanted to terrify her.
[tense music playing]
Are you...
[whispers] ...a Jacobite?
Sofia, I will teach you everything I know about the arts
so that you can bring this Jackson woman to justice.
But in return, I need you to be my acolyte.
I need you to do things that I cannot do anymore.
What?
What things?
- The Queen is a traitor. - You are a Jacobite.
She has squandered the authority of the crown
and handed it blithely to Parliament, to the people.
Before we know it, the most ordinary men, uh, carriage drivers, carpenters,
people like Nell Jackson's father will be able to vote.
And then how long before Parliament itself is made up of such people?
It's unthinkable.
So...
What...
What would you have me do?
The rightful monarch of this country is James Francis Edward Stuart,
who currently resides ignominiously in the French court.
In a few short weeks,
he will sail with an army across the channel and...
Invade.
I've known the boy since he was an infant.
He trusts me above all others.
When he becomes king,
I will become his closest personal adviser.
Sofia, half of Anne's own Privy Council
is made up of men who feel exactly as I do.
I had hoped to conjure Herne to accompany him the young king.
So people would be in awe of him with this strange,
supernatural creature beside him.
[Earl of Poynton] Will you help me?
Will you help England?
If you did, I have no doubt with your wit and intellect,
you would be offered a place of great significance
in the court of James the Third.
I would see to that.
I also have something to confess.
[uneasy music playing]
Jackson didn't kill my father.
Thomas did.
Did he?
Did he.
[Sofia] Well, she was there. And it was because of her.
And I...
for a multitude of reasons, went along with it.
To protect him. To protect myself.
Because if anything happens to him, I, I shan't inherit Broadwater.
What are you thinking?
Sofia, none of this matters.
You were right to tell me.
But you and Thomas made the right choice.
- Did we? - [Earl of Poynton] Yes.
People like us have the burden of rule.
People like Nell Jackson are dispensable.
You made exactly the right decision.
How clever of you both.
[Sofia sighs]
I should like to see Thomas, once I'm recovered.
Convince him to return home.
This is the best place for him.
He tried to tell me that you convinced him to murder our father.
[clicks tongue] Oh...
Grief does terrible things to a person.
And Nell Jackson.
Hmm.
We must deal with Nell Jackson. Briskly. Lay the matter to rest.
I'll formulate a spell.
[Earl of Poynton] Let's see if you can execute it.
We'll do it together.
[suspenseful music playing]
[paper rustles]
[disembodied whispers]
[thrilling music playing]
[rumbles]
[music halts]
[ominous music playing]
[uplifting music playing]
[dog barking]
[indistinct chatter]
[knocking]
Mm.
- Mr. Tuplow. - Mm?
There's a Captain Argyll to see you, sir.
- He says he's expected. - Ah!
Yes, yes. Show him in.
[staff] Documentation with the magistrate, that's right.
[Jeremiah] Ah, Captain Argyll. Come in, come in.
[Nell] Well, yeah, but-- No, but--
I never even said nothing or anything. But the thing is, right?
This is going back to the same night I come home.
This is when he starts kicking up a rumpus, this Blancheford. Thomas.
But he'd already been pestering my sister for weeks beforehand,
and he shot a fella's horse earlier that same day.
But it was only Nathan Halliday's, and none of us like him,
because he once put his hand up Roxy's friends sister's skirt,
and he said he didn't even like her.
So, why would he? And then her dad went mad like it was all her fault.
And we was all like, "What?" and then--
Um... Aah.
Oh, sorry. Where was we? I've gone off on a tangent.
Um... [sucks teeth]
Oh, yeah. So, that night, this Thomas, he had, like, a whip and there was this--
[bottles clinking]
Puddle. Sorry, Mr. Tuplow.
[Nell] Mr. Tuplow?
Mr. Tuplow?
[Nell] ♪ Mr. Tuplow ♪
[whispers] Mister...
[shouts] Mr. Tuplow.
Mr. Tuplow!
What's the matter? Is there some...
- [indistinct muttering] - Oh!
[clerk] No!
- Is he? - [clerk] Mr. Tuplow.
[clerk] Ah.
[suspenseful music playing]
Mr. Tuplow.
[Nell] Oh.
- Murder! Murder! - What?
[shouts] Murder!
No, no, no, I didn't. No, I didn't.
- It, it was not. And I was just-- - Murder!
[mutters]
[grumbles]
[clerk] Fetch a magistrate, quickly!
[clerk shouts indistinctly]
[Nell grunts]
[Nell shouting] Out of my way!
[closing theme music]