Gentleman Jack

I'm not prepared to compromise on the price of the lower bed.

I would like access to the pit at any time.

Neither of these requests are unreasonable.

Only someone with something to hide would think they were.

You tell your men to leave that road alone. It's my land.

I don't care what your arrangement is with Rawson.

He no longer seems to fear that you'll sink your own pit.

That isn't an option anymore.

But not for the reason he thinks.

No! No!

Ann, what is it?

Do you hear them?

Has anyone written to Ann's sister?

With the right sort of help,

she may be able to make a full recovery.

We should persuade her to come up here,

where we can look after her.

If I go to Scotland, I'll never see you again.

Look after yourself.

I'm afraid it may all be off between me and Ms. Walker.

It's a shame because I have become rather more fond of her

than I ever imagined I would.

Joseph?

Ah.

Thomas Beech, ma'am. How do you do?

I'm Miss Lister's new groom.

York, initially,

to collect my carriage from the Norcliffes,

and then on to London, via Leamington,

with Mrs. Lawton.

Then across the water to Paris

and then either south and a ramble in the Auvergne

and on to Rome,

or north, to Copenhagen, St. Petersburg, Moscow.

I haven't decided yet.

That's, uh... That all sounds very...

Good, so you need to see Mr. Lowe in Halifax

to be measured up.

I shall provide two waistcoats,

two jackets, two pairs of trousers,

one overcoat, one pair of boots, a hat.

Go back into the kitchen,

get some breakfast,

and tell Mrs. Cordingley if anyone's heading

into Halifax this morning, they're to take you with them.

I'm going into Halifax this morning.

Ah, there you go, Thomas.

My sister will sort you out.

Thank you. Thank you, ma'am.

What a lovely face.

Hmm?

Your new groom.

Oh.

You all right?

I'm always all right.

It's only me.

- Yes? - Thomas Sowden to see you.

Show him in.

He's in his Sunday best.

Is he?

Can you not bang like that in the future on that door?

I've smudged.

Sorry.

Show him in.

Come in, then.

- Mr. Washington. - Ah, morning, Sowden.

Pa's drawing a new map of the Shibden Hall estate

for Miss Lister before she goes off on her travels.

There's you, Upper Southolm.

Oh, what's all these?

Now that, Thomas, is the manor.

It's the underground roads and tunnels

that form the old Shibden pits.

God, it's perfect.

Well, it was, till very recently.

What can I do for you, lad?

It's delicate.

Oh, that's all right.

We're very discreet here. What's on your mind?

Aren't you supposed to be in kitchen with your mother?

Go on!

Well, lad, what is it?

I'd like to ask you

for your Suzannah's hand in marriage.

Thomas Sowden in his Sunday best,

come to see Pa.

Sunday best? Why?

When have you met her?

Uh, when you sent her and Eliza over to us

with that message,

about two months since,

for Miss Lister,

about the tenancy.

- So... - We're very fond of each other.

So you haven't... Haven't known each other

more than five minutes then.

What's going on?

Have you... have you asked her?

Well, I said I'd have to talk to you first, but...

yes.

Look, you're very young, both of you.

She's 16. I'm 18 now.

Look, Thomas, you...

You're a very impressive young man.

The way you've turned that farm around

has astonished me,

and I know Miss Lister's happy with you...

It was Miss Lister suggested it.

Miss Lister?

She said she prefers her tenants wed.

She says it makes them better settled.

Anne?

I just went into the bank. Is it...

Is it true that you have given Mr. Rawson

the deeds to Shibden as security

against a £2,000 credit note from his bank?

Who told you that?

Is it true?

No, Marian, it is not true.

Well, then why did he say it?

- Who? - Mr. Rawson!

Come in here.

Now you tell me exactly what he said.

Just that!

That he had the deeds to Shibden there

at the bank in his vault.

The deeds to Shibden are in this house,

where they've always been.

They're in this room, in fact.

I can show them to you if you like.

How... how did this conversation start?

He just came out of his office

and he made straight for me,

and then he just started saying things.

Why would he tell you that?

How inappropriate to tell you something like that,

even if it was true... Especially if it was true.

So just to be clear,

it isn't?

I had visions of you swanning off

to Paris and Rome and Moscow

and the whole house sold from under us.

I know you don't always think the best of me, Marian,

but I hope you know I wouldn't do that.

Are you crying?

He made a lewd comment about Mr. Abbott,

who, apparently, is now engaged

to Miss Greenwood of Field House in Sowerby.

He said she obviously came with a bigger dowry than I did.

In front of people?

He said that in front of people at the bank?

He said he'd offer to marry me himself,

but only to get his hands on all our coal.

He's trying to find out how the estate was left.

What?

He wants to know how much I'm worth,

because he's still frightened of me.

What did you tell him?

Nothing!

I left as quickly as I could,

and I never want to go into that bank ever again!

Mr. and Mrs. Saltmarsh were there, all his staff.

It was excruciating!

He should never have spoken to you like that.

This is between me and him.

Marian, I'm sorry... Somebody should do something.

Somebody should say something.

He's a magistrate, for heaven's sake.

Surely he should know better than to behave like that.

Oh, there's your thing.

He's still at it.

He's still stealing your coal.

That's what this is about.

He's fishing for information

because he's frightened that you may yet have the money

to sink a pit and find him out.

Is it entirely out of the question now, ma'am?

Sinking your own pit?

I had the promise of a substantial investment

from a... third party, which I no longer have,

and without it, I'd have to risk everything,

my entire income,

and if anything went wrong

during the construction, if it collapsed or flooded,

I could end up having to sell part of the estate,

which is... unthinkable.

Let me and Mr. Holt

have another look at the figures, ma'am.

Based on the bid the Mann brothers have proposed,

let's see if there's anything we've missed,

or any costs we can squeeze.

I'd still be the one taking all the financial risk,

whatever price it was brought in at.

When are you back from picking up

your carriage in York ma'am?

Friday.

Let the postilion bate his horses.

Tell him I want it back here by 4:00

ready to set off back to Leeds.

Yes, ma'am.