Renegade Nell

"Isambard Tulley captured in Slough."

Devereux is in Newgate.

He's only in there because of us.

Well, me. So I'm gonna spring him.

- How? - No idea.

You obviously know someone in high places.

Lady Eularia Moggerhangar.

Please know that I am this close to calling off our engagement.

In two or three days, she'll be past the point of danger, hopefully.

Then and we'll set off for Uncle Jack's in Abingdon.

But Mr. Devereux said that was a bad plan.

Maybe, me and you was supposed to… I don't know, do some disruption.

Poynton is going to move in here with us.

I don't want him here.

I want to learn everything you can teach me.

I need Jackson dead.

We'll do it together.

I never shot that toff.

It was his own son that did it after he shot my father.

My elder brother is a magistrate in Oxford.

You should look him up.

Mr. Tuplow?

- Murder! - No, no, I didn't.

Joseph's here.

Joseph's here!

Good to see you again.

Let me get that out of the way for you.

- Morning, gents. - Here we go. Too beef for you.

- There you are, my love. My turtle. - Thank you.

Joseph's here.

- Thank you. - Becky, Becky. Joseph's here.

There is a well inside…

Joseph's here.

Becky, Joseph's here.

Yeah, I can see that.

Where's Joseph?

He's tied up. He'll be with you next week.

Tied up? How?

Oi.

- Is Mr. Trotter about? - Yeah.

- What's he tied up with? - I don't know.

- These all your empties, love? - Yeah.

Can you tell your old man I need a word with him?

Tell him to nip into the storeroom and I'll see him in there.

Well, what's it to do with?

Free beer.

- Okay, Joan was 12 then… - Dad?

- Because I'm 3 years old at the time. - Dad?

- Seven tiny Trotters. - Dad.

Dad. Dad.

This is the oldest one, Rebecca.

And then, as I say, six more.

All alive and in sound health.

We're blessed, me and Mrs. Trotter.

Fella in the storeroom wants to speak with you.

- What fella? - Drayman.

- Where's Joseph? - Tied up.

- What does he want? - Something about free beer?

Free beer.

Tell him to come back when it's quiet.

Free beer? As if.

I've heard it all now.

You. Bumpkin.

He says to come back when we're quiet.

Wait.

Are you Rebecca?

Who wants to know?

This is Roxy.

I'll explain.

Roxy, that's…

Are you…

Was that our Nelly?

We travel all that way, we get there,

- and the thing's only got three legs. - Dad. Dad. Dad.

Dad!

Ma said you have to shake a leg in the kitchen.

Only we're a man down because Becky's going to see Joseph.

All right. All right.

Sounds like you'll have to excuse me, ladies and gents.

Aww.

Sounds like Mrs. Trotter needs company.

I need to talk to you.

Don't I know you?

Yeah, you do.

Just a bit busy just now, but if you wanna…

Nelly?

Don't call me Nelly.

Quick, in there.

Here, watch your step.

- It ain't safe for you here. - I know that.

- You've grown. - Yeah.

People are crawling all over the shop, asking after you.

What you gone and done to get yourself a 40-pound reward on your head?

- You didn't shoot that lord. - No, I didn't.

I need you to help me.

Well… Well, well, how?

Pa's dead.

- Yeah. - How?

Yeah, the news sheets never reported it.

I'm sorry.

Roxy and George will fill you in on all what happened.

I'm sorry, Uncle Jack, but I don't want to linger longer than I have to.

But I did not do it.

And the same person that done it killed Pa.

Here's the thing.

Uncle Jack.

Can they come here?

Roxy and George? Can they live under your roof?

Can you and Auntie Mary look after them? Can you feed them?

Can you bring them up nice just till I sort a few things out?

They ain't got nowhere else to go.

And George…

she's been shot.

- George has… Baby George? - Well, she's eight now, but, yeah.

She took a bullet in her shoulder.

I can't imagine Sam dead.

And who was it that killed him?

Roxy will fill you in, but it's a mess.

George is on the mend, but she needs rest and quiet work.

Roxy can work behind the bar. She can pull the weight for both of them.

She's quick. She's strong.

So can they stay here…

…'till I sort something out?

Well, what sort of… Of course, they can.

Thank you.

What sort of time frame were you thinking of?

Yeah, well, I got to go up to London to help out this friend, this idiot.

Friend. Idiot.

Who's gone and got himself in a spot of bother,

but he did it trying to help us, so…

And then I'll leg it back this way.

I'll say my goodbyes, then on to Bristol, sneak onboard a ship, sail to America,

and set myself up in a business.

And then I'll send an address…

where they can come and find me.

So that'd be a few years of a job then.

Yeah.

You have to be careful how you sneak them in.

There's people crawling all over the shop,

offering all sorts of silly money for information about where you are.

Bounty hunters, newspaper hacks, all the regulars asking after you.

- I don't trust anyone anymore. - I know.

They'll blend in, won't they?

Yeah. Roxy will.

Is it true that Nelly slew a giant on a giant horse

like it said in the news sheets?

Well, yeah, she did. But she doesn't eat babies.

I think they make things up.

It's the traveling players. Dad, look, they're here!

It's Japhia!

Hello, Japhia! Hey!

Hello!

What should we do with them?

I don't know, Mrs. Trotter. I don't know.

I think we need to keep our wits about us and have eyes in our articles.

Let's sneak them upstairs one by one,

and then let's have a think about the best way to handle this.

So hang on.

If Nelly never did this thing, she needs to talk to the magistrate

and make it known it was this other fella.

- She did. - Because this lad that killed Sam…

needs to be brought before the courts.

- She went to another magistrate. - In Oxford.

That was in the news sheets. Two days since.

"Magistrate murdered by Nelly Jackson."

Someone was reading it out.

See, these news sheets love all these lies,

and it's not fair because she never.

There's other magistrates.

Yeah, but Lord Blancheford was a magistrate,

so there's not many of them likely to want to listen

to Nell's side of the thing, are there?

That's why no one's ever going to get brought to justice for killing Pa.

They just all lie.

The toffs with the lolly,

and the news sheets just print whatever sells,

and the likes of us has to suck up the consequences.

Except, Nelly refuses to do that,

and that's why she always ends up in a big, steaming bother.

I think it's her laugh.

Or maybe it's her eyes.

They just sparkle when the light hits them right.

And she's got her wits about her, and she is funny.

Some guard you are.

No, he's still tied up. Aren't you, Joseph?

He's a good listener.

Well, young Joseph.

Now you can tell people

Nell Jackson delivered one of your deliveries for you,

gave you a chink of the old rhino, doesn't have horns, doesn't eat babies,

and has a very, very personable accomplice.

Run.

- Good morning. - Good morning, my Lord.

You seem better.

The queen has been rather shaken by Herne's appearance.

She sees Jacobites everywhere.

Godolphin leads the hound.

- Would that be a problem? - No.

In fact, I think it can all be turned quite nicely to our advantage.

I'll go to London tomorrow.