Jericho

I'm due an inheritance now that I'm married.

And money will run out if we don't act now.

I didn't expect this. I can't believe he came back.

- Let me in Charles, please. - What's going on?

Annie, this is my brother.

That fella they call the Prince, I've seen him hangin' around your ma. I think they might be together.

John James Blackwood. Deceased. You declared me dead.

You're a puzzle, Prince. I still can't figure you out.

I can't figure you out myself.

Rest easy. You've got the whole Blackwood family waiting on you.

He left everything to you and not to me.

My uncle, he only agreed to my having my inheritance

on the understanding that you would match the money.

So you're telling me we haven't got a farthing?

- Why have you been hiding in this valley? - You're the reason I've stayed here so long.

George!

Hey, up, George.

- George. - George. - George.

Right, got your shirt, your boots and the tobacco from the gang, Mr Coates.

- What you doin' here? - I've come to find you.

- It's time for you to come home. - No, I'm staying here.

Mr Coates needs me.

Could you give us a moment alone, please, Mr Coates?

- I'm someone important here. - You're someone important to me.

When I'm here... I get treated like I'm a proper man.

Proper wages and everything.

I'm sorry you saw me with Johnny, but, honestly, it was nothing.

I always lay a place for you at the table...

.. any time you feel ready.

Stubborn little boy. Just give him a little time.

No harm if he has to stay a while longer.

I'm grateful, Mr Coates.

But he belongs with me. I'm his mother.

You have a fight with her?

She told me a lie.

She's gone and got herself a new man.

Yeah... you mean the Prince, Johnny Jackson?

That's not even his real name. It's Johnny Blackwood.

As far as the world is concerned, John James Blackwood is a dead man.

The papers are lodged with the bank. The money can still be ours.

And? When the truth comes to light?

By then, it'll be too late. The money will be in our hands and the viaduct will be saved.

Do we even know where he's gone?

I suppose he must be back in the valley.

We'll never keep it a secret amongst the shanty folk.

Charles, the estate is no longer your property.

You need to go to your brother now.

- Beg him to sign the deeds away. - I'm not going on my knees to him.

A week from today, there'll be nothing to pay the workers.

Then we need to find a saviour... you and I.

No, no, no, no. No more, thank you.

But it'll go to waste. I made too much.

I'm already fit to burst. - Really? - Aye.

How's your lass getting on, up at the house?

Oh, fine linen sheets. I expect she'll be sorry to come home. - Aye.

What about your lad? They say he's working over at Coates' place.

He should be here with me.

It's just the other side of the street.

It feels like the other side of the world to me.

Methodist Society. Eager to save the navvies' souls.

They're having a service today in Jericho.

And what makes you so keen to worship?

Jonas Sorsby is giving the sermon.

For the Lord planted a garden,

and out of the ground he made his glory shine!

- Praise be to God. Amen. - Amen.

So how long will the navvy folk be living here?

Six years, until the work is complete.

Six years shall ye sow the land and gather in its yield.

Mr Sorsby, I know you to be a highly successful businessman.

A chain of Drapers' stores. And two cotton mills in Bradford.

A railway viaduct may be something of a departure,

but I was wondering whether you'd be willing to invest in us.

You could buy shares in the promised land.

A ladle taste better than a silver spoon, does it?

The Quaintain boy told me.

You know, these navvies won't stomach being made fools of.

It's none of your business.

Why you hanging round here, hmm? Mr Blackwood?

Your family has money.

What's the deal between you and your brother?

Mr Coates?

And just how long do you think you can keep this a secret?

Hello, John.

Hello.

Mistress of Blackwood Estate, how long's it taken you?

Eight years. How patient you've been.

That's cruel, John. I don't remember you being cruel.

Eight years... since you left this place. Walked out on everyone.

And is this the great future you had planned?

Well, now who's the one being cruel?

You caused a great deal of pain when you left.

Left a lot of questions unanswered.

Well, it's better that they stay that way... for the sake of everyone.

I've been able to atone for my mistakes.

It's time that you do it, too. Charles needs your help.

He needs you to bequeath Blackwood House to him, in its entirety.

Why didn't he come to me himself?

You already know the answer.

Well, he's welcome to it. I didn't come here for money.

I came here to pay my respects to my father.

I need you to come back to the house.

Sign a deed. Make it legal.

You owe him that.

We both owe him.

Just seen your lad about. Running errands for Coates.

I want him home. I'd rather he was working with me.

Somehow, I've got to find a way to stitch this family back together.

- Hey, you! Leave her alone! - She's a dirty navvy!

My pa said this town ain't worth spit.

Hang on, I know you. I've seen you in the village.

I'm George Quaintain's mam. I know your mother.

- What you doing out here, missus? - This is MY home now.

Go on! There's navvies here with fists the size of boulders.

Don't be around here when the siren goes. Go on, quickly!

Imagine coming all this way on't cart just to gawp and sneer.

What's up with you?

"Home". It's the first time I've said it.

Happen I'm putting roots down here.

What did I tell you? You are never to come here.

Charles needs my help. He needs something from me.

As soon as he returns, I'll be gone from here.

A canteen?

Serving food to the men. Just to make some money on the side.

You need a licence to trade in this town.

I don't have much money put by.

Well, not so much a licence, as a nod from me.

Well, I'd be grateful if you'd nod your head, then... sir.

- Where would you like these? - Just up against that wall, please.

Thank you.

And that comes in there.

Yeah, put it in by the stove.

- Sir, I need to talk to you. - Just a moment, Epiphany.

And in here, gentlemen, you can see a glimpse of our vision.

Bear with me, please, gentlemen.

- May I take your hats? - Most kind of you.

- You went to him behind my back? - I'm a partner in this business.

I don't need your permission to act.

I told you, I'm not going to beg him, not for anything.

Charles, you listen to me!

You're not children fighting over toys.

Gentlemen, would you excuse us just a moment? - Certainly.

This is what you wanted from me.

Blackwood House, the estate and grounds,

is hereby bequeathed to Charles Blackwood in its entirety.

And now I want you to leave this valley.

You don't get my freedom into the bargain.

You think you belong down there, amongst those men?

This valley is my home. I took my very first breath here.

You're not the master of where I go.

This piece of paper means nothing to me as I have an investor now.

Gentlemen, so sorry to keep you.

Sorry.

John. Wait... please...

My, my, a restaurant at the end of our street.

Will erm...

Will folk be expected to dress for dinner, if they come to call?

Folk can wear what they want, as long as their money's good.

Hey, what you doing?

What do you think? I'm giving you a helping hand.

- No, there's no need. - Don't be daft.

Actually, it'll make a change to do some work standing.

Come on, then. What's all this about?

George looks up to Coates.

Coates isn't the only one who can build a little empire.

I'm going to give him a run for his money.

Hold up.

- I think I envy you. - Oh... - The way you run your show.

Oh. So, are we, er...

Are we becoming friends now, Annie Quaintain? - It appears so.

- Are you ready? - Come on, then.

I reckon there's enough here for... a week... or two.

You say there's more coming soon?

We've got entertainment for tonight...

.. and I reckon it should be pretty decent.

I've got five extra barrels in,

and I've written a bill of entertainments.

Let's see!

Oh, who's "Quick-Fingered Jack"?

Ah, it's Dagger Wilkins. He knows a card trick or two.

Who's "The Blooming Rose of Jericho"?

Er...

Alma.

She... She wanted to sing a ditty.

Oh, don't tell me you said yes, Joe. - Aye.

What you doing, dressed like that?

It's my costume for tonight's show.

Costume? It looks like you've forgotten to put your frock on.

All the music hall stars wear this style, look.

What will I call myself?

Every star at the Alhambra's got a name.

What's wrong with Alma?

- I like Alma. - Oh, Davey... you've no imagination.

I've spent 19 years being dragged from navvy town to navvy town.

I don't see much excitement.

But tonight... Tonight is gonna change all that.

Folk heard you talking to that woman who came.

They're saying as how you're a Blackwood.

I'm the same fella I was before. A name don't make no difference.

This valley was my home long before any of you came here!