Jericho

You're not my father. Just leave me be.

Tomorrow I'd be obliged if you found yourself new lodgings.

She's useless, this one is.

I am never... leaving you.

That promise is unbreakable.

That fella they call the prince. There's a secret going on there.

My uncle has control of my money.

Marry me, we'll secure a future.

I thought you were leaving tonight.

I can't go back home. Not yet.

But here's as good a place as any to wait.

Say what you want to say. You don't like her.

I don't like that she treated you so bad before.

Things are different between us.

This is business. Nothing more.

Look on the bright side. She might jilt me all over again.

Too late. Here she comes. Missed your chance to talk me out of it (!)

I had to endure a lecture.

My uncle seems to think the pair of us are fools.

I had to endure the same lecture.

From my housekeeper, no less.

- And? What did you say? - I told her this was business.

- Thru'pence. - What?

- For that measly little bag? - Do you want it or not? There's folks waiting.

- Well, there must be cheaper. - None to be had.

Got us over a barrel with these prices.

Charge what they like for it.

Listen here. All of you -- listen!

Market's closed. All trading here ends today.

- You can't just order us to leave. - I'm the agent here.

You need licences.

And I'm no longer giving 'em.

Anyone found trading will be in breach of the law.

- And what law's that, then? - Mine.

You want to sell your goods, you bring them to my door.

I will give you a fair price for them.

- And then I'll sell them on. - What gives you the right?!

Mr Blackwood.

He's given me the authority to run this town. I'm not gonna let

you waggoners run up the prices any longer.

Who the hell do you think you are?

You put your hands on me?

That's gonna cost you.

How's your lad doing? I hope things have settled down for him.

It's hard to know what's going on in his head.

I only wish I could turn the clock back for him.

I miss seeing him around.

I miss all of you.

'Appen I could come to call?

Upon the whole family, like?

- I'm only recently widowed, Johnny. - I didn't mean...

I only meant...

There's plenty more needs doing!

Get to work!

Go on. Ganger's calling.

How about The Riviera for your honeymoon?

Or erm... Venice perhaps.

Not too hot in late spring.

Well, we've neither the time nor the money for a grand tour, I'm afraid.

- There's work to be done. Right here. - We need you to draw up

a contract for us, an equal partnership.

We're making a tender for the viaduct.

Buying up all the remaining stock between us.

You'll be taking on huge debts.

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

- Charles? How will you raise your half? - I'll borrow against the house.

- I'll have the papers drawn up. - We'll need them by the end of the day.

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

Well... congratulations.

We haven't signed yet.

No! Not the company.

The other matter!

Your wedding!

Should we perhaps shake hands?

Or maybe a kiss, even.

I've no romantic illusions, Charles.

I just want us to be friends.

And to say we achieved something.

Romance we can leave to the rest of the world.

Whoa! Whoa, there!

Go on!

I've seen worse shit-holes.

Not many, mind.

A ha'penny of tea.

All right. How much do I owe you?

- Er... - Pound of flour, bacon joint, ha'penny of tea and a ball of twine!

Er...

A shilling fourpence.

Top at arithmetic in my class at school.

Whatever the lad says.

Thank you.

Got twice the brain of that great ox, you have.

Two sacks of flour to shift.

Have to make your living elsewhere.

My stock's as good as anyone's. Why won't you take it?

There's people I like and there's people I don't like, see?

Get on your wagon and don't ever come back again.

I see you, Ralph Coates.

Acting like you own this town.

You're no better than the rest of us.

Keep your hands off me! You're not in charge here.

And you never will be. All right, all right!

I'll break your supply line. I'll see to it.

Get off me! You're a strangler!

What's going on here?! Stop!

- The lad's all mixed up! - 3lb of loin. Same wi' t'beef.

He's charged me too much.

The boy's right, Hawk. Give him the money he's owed.

Now be on your way.

I need a sharper mind than yours to keep this job.

You got quite a head on your shoulders there, boy.

- I need a new grocery clerk. How about it? - No.

Sir, I don't think she'd let me.

Give her this. Call it an advance.

Who's next?

- Thank you. - Grand opening tonight!

Now we've got music.

What's the matter? Why have you stopped?

Oh, I'm awful fond of this glassware (!)

Mum?!

Martha? Come over here, lass. Sing summat for us, will you?

Oh, I... I don't sing so good.

Nonsense. Come on.

Reckon she can entertain the folks in here. Don't you?

You're kidding.

- That bony little nothing? - Finish making tea, lass, will you?

Oh!

Oh! We'll advertise it proper.

Martha Quainton -- the nightingale.

- We could make a little stage from some of the crates. - Oh, no. Please, no.

- It'll be worth an extra sixpence in your wages. - Aye.

Oh, ta.

Uh...

I can see why you're so keen.

I'll be earning my own wages and bringing 'em home.

- Please let me. - I hope to get you back in school.

I can keep up with my reading.

I've seen them children running wild on the moor.

I don't want you running with them.

- At least this way -- - Can I go tell him?

Martha?

What's the matter?

Martha?

- Tell her, lass. Tell her what you did! - It were a joke.

That's all. Just a silly joke.

She tried to poison me.

She's a demon... she is.

- Ooh! Martha! - Are you all right?

- What have you done to her?! - She's making a fuss, she is.

It were only cleaning soda.

My throat burns something awful.

I'll go to the river, fetch some water for you.

I want that little beast out of here!

What's the matter? Are you all right, Annie?

- Where's the Partridge lad? - Over here.

We need to get him to his mam.

What's the matter with him?

His neck's all swollen. 'Appen there's fever in this town.

Oh, God!

No, no, no, no.

Oh, she has a bad fever, sure.

- And her neck's swollen. - Rose Partridge's boy's the same.

I've seen summat like it before.

Folks call it strangling angel.

- Please tell me she'll recover. - I can't help her, Annie. She needs a doctor.

There's a fella in town. He's not cheap, mind.

I'll pay anything I have to.

Annie. I'll go.

You need to be with her.

Erm... begging your pardon, sir.

- Will Mrs Blackwood be returning soon? - She's at her uncle's house.

- She'll be arriving tomorrow. - You'll be wanting a room prepared?

Aye. She can have the Blue Room.

I meant... for the two of you.

You must've... discussed it between you.

I'll make up two rooms, then.

The fever is infectious. Reckon she caught it from the Partridge lad.

She needs a doctor. They both do.

- Someone needs to ride to town. The cart doesn't leave till morning. - Take my cart.

You're a puzzle, Prince.

Always eager to play the hero. I still can't figure you out.

I can't figure you out myself.

Why does a man who built railroads in America need to cross the seas to get work?

Makes me wonder what you're leaving behind there.

You know horses? Hm?

Did you ever see a stallion drive another from the herd?

He gets a sense of who his strongest rival is.

I'm not your rival, Mr Coates.

Now, excuse me, would you?

Any jobs going?

Is there?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What's going on in there? - The Partridge lad.

He died.

Please.

I'm not ready.

What?

What is it, my sweetheart? I'm here.

Leaves...

.. and orange blossom.