To Walk Invisible

0:00:02 > 0:00:03This programme contains some strong language

0:00:03 > 0:00:06and some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.

0:00:06 > 0:00:08"We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air.

0:00:08 > 0:00:11"We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair.

0:00:11 > 0:00:13"We sowed in youth a mustard seed,

0:00:13 > 0:00:15"We cut an almond rod;

0:00:16 > 0:00:20"We're now grown up to riper age - Are they withered in the sod?

0:00:20 > 0:00:24"Are they blighted failed and faded,

0:00:24 > 0:00:26"Are they moulded back to clay?

0:00:26 > 0:00:31"For life is darkly shaded; And its joys fleet fast away."

0:00:32 > 0:00:34What the hell is going on?

0:00:37 > 0:00:38Qui sont ces gens?!

0:00:38 > 0:00:41They'll tear us limb from limb.

0:00:41 > 0:00:44I've crossed the Arctic and seen nothing like it.

0:00:44 > 0:00:46- Down on them! Instantly!- Run!

0:00:48 > 0:00:52Know you that I give into your protection - but not for your own -

0:00:52 > 0:00:55these mortals whom you hold in your hands.

0:00:55 > 0:00:59- What's yours called?- Wellesley. - This is Gravey.

0:00:59 > 0:01:01- Because he looks a bit grave. - Mine's called...

0:01:01 > 0:01:04- Waiting Boy.- Is it? Why?

0:01:04 > 0:01:08Because he's a queer looking little thing, Anne. Much like yourself.

0:01:08 > 0:01:11- Look who's talking.- This is Sneaky.

0:01:11 > 0:01:15Thou art under my protection. I will watch over thy life,

0:01:15 > 0:01:19for I tell you all - one day... you shall be kings.

0:01:19 > 0:01:21Yes!

0:01:30 > 0:01:34BELL TOLLS

0:02:01 > 0:02:04"Dear Ellen. It was ten o'clock when I got home.

0:02:05 > 0:02:07"I found Branwell ill.

0:02:08 > 0:02:11"He is so very often these days, owing to his own fault.

0:02:11 > 0:02:14"I was not therefore surprised at first, but when Anne informed me of

0:02:14 > 0:02:18"the immediate cause of his present illness, I was greatly shocked."

0:02:23 > 0:02:25- Charlotte! How was the journey? - Pleasant.

0:02:25 > 0:02:28- How was Miss Nussey?- Well.

0:02:28 > 0:02:29Did my box arrive safely?

0:02:29 > 0:02:33- In our room, we took it up, me and Emily.- What's...?- Branwell.

0:02:33 > 0:02:36He's been drinking. He's had a letter. From Mr Robinson.

0:02:36 > 0:02:40This last Thursday. He's been dismissed.

0:02:40 > 0:02:42How does he do it?

0:02:42 > 0:02:47- It's every job he's ever had. - I know, but this is different.- How?

0:02:47 > 0:02:50Nothing was spelled out in the letter. But he...

0:02:51 > 0:02:53Him and Mrs Robinson...

0:02:54 > 0:02:57I had reason to know that they were...

0:02:57 > 0:02:58carrying on.

0:02:58 > 0:03:01With one another. And I don't know, I can only assume,

0:03:01 > 0:03:04that Mr Robinson's found out, and that's what it's about.

0:03:04 > 0:03:05Carrying on? How?

0:03:07 > 0:03:11Congress? Mr Robinson's wife?

0:03:11 > 0:03:15It's why I resigned. I couldn't look people in the face.

0:03:15 > 0:03:17I've known for months. Papa doesn't know.

0:03:17 > 0:03:18He just knows he's been dismissed,

0:03:18 > 0:03:20he doesn't know why. Emily does. I told her.

0:03:20 > 0:03:23- And of course we don't know that IS the reason.- Where is Emily?

0:03:23 > 0:03:26You must have some idea what this is about!

0:03:26 > 0:03:29You think repeating the question enough times, over and over,

0:03:29 > 0:03:31is suddenly going to make me able to answer it?

0:03:31 > 0:03:32And if not then someone must write to the man

0:03:32 > 0:03:34and ask for an explanation!

0:03:34 > 0:03:38He hates me! He's not going to give any kind of an explanation.

0:03:38 > 0:03:41It's an excuse to get rid of me!

0:03:41 > 0:03:45He's a monster, he's a bully, he's a law unto himself. He's an idiot.

0:03:45 > 0:03:49Why does he hate you? Why does he need a reason to get rid of you?

0:03:49 > 0:03:53Because he's old, he's ill and he's jealous of me!

0:03:53 > 0:03:56No, no, no. That doesn't make any sense!

0:03:56 > 0:03:59There must have been a misunderstanding.

0:03:59 > 0:04:01Has someone misrepresented you to him?

0:04:01 > 0:04:03Just... GOD!

0:04:03 > 0:04:08This HOUSE! Just go to bed and stop asking me fucking questions!

0:04:08 > 0:04:10If you don't like this house, don't stay in it.

0:04:10 > 0:04:13There's none of us'll miss you, not when you're like this.

0:04:13 > 0:04:15I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!

0:04:18 > 0:04:19Tell him.

0:04:20 > 0:04:23Branwell's been at it.

0:04:23 > 0:04:24With his employer's wife.

0:04:26 > 0:04:27She was lonely.

0:04:30 > 0:04:32She was lonely!

0:04:33 > 0:04:36THE CHILDREN YELL

0:04:39 > 0:04:44'Tis a shame you're embarked on this course of myopic self-destruction,

0:04:44 > 0:04:48for I imagine you and I might - under better circumstances -

0:04:48 > 0:04:51have made very stimulating company for one another!

0:04:51 > 0:04:56I despise everything you stand for! Revolution is in the air!

0:04:56 > 0:04:59Only a fool like you, sir, would ignore it!

0:05:01 > 0:05:04If the parson and your Aunt Branwell were in,

0:05:04 > 0:05:06you'd noan make so much din!

0:05:06 > 0:05:08They all think you're right quiet

0:05:08 > 0:05:11and studious down in t'village, y'know!

0:05:11 > 0:05:13YELLING CONTINUES

0:05:28 > 0:05:30Mr Brown's here.

0:05:35 > 0:05:37"Another outrage has happened in Ireland.

0:05:37 > 0:05:40"A party of Orangemen at Armagh, on the 12th,

0:05:40 > 0:05:42"unhappily disregarding the advice given them,

0:05:42 > 0:05:45- "of abstaining from processions..." - Are you fit, lad?

0:05:45 > 0:05:48Yeah, I'm just...

0:05:48 > 0:05:50"..conducting themselves with propriety."

0:05:50 > 0:05:51KNOCK AT DOOR

0:05:54 > 0:05:56John's here. We're off.

0:05:58 > 0:06:01- Don't get up. - No, no. I'd like to see him.

0:06:05 > 0:06:08- How are you today, John? - I'm very well, thank you, Mr Bronte.

0:06:08 > 0:06:10Good, good.

0:06:10 > 0:06:13Well, travel safely.

0:06:13 > 0:06:15Picked a fine day for it, eh?

0:06:18 > 0:06:20You, er, look after yourself.

0:06:23 > 0:06:24Thank you.

0:06:36 > 0:06:38Well...

0:06:38 > 0:06:45I think, with kindness and understanding and prayer,

0:06:45 > 0:06:47we might still be able...

0:06:47 > 0:06:53in spite of his naivety and...his nonsense...

0:06:55 > 0:06:58..be able to get him back onto a proper path.

0:06:59 > 0:07:02Will you bring us all something back from Liverpool, Father?

0:07:02 > 0:07:04You behave yersen. And then we'll see.

0:07:13 > 0:07:15You dozy bastard.

0:07:15 > 0:07:17Getting caught.

0:07:21 > 0:07:26"Anne left her situation at Thorp Green of her own accord, June 1845.

0:07:26 > 0:07:28"Branwell...left.

0:07:29 > 0:07:31"We are all in decent health only that Papa

0:07:31 > 0:07:34"has a complaint in his eyes and with the exception of Branwell,

0:07:34 > 0:07:37"who I hope will be better and do better here after.

0:07:38 > 0:07:41"I am seldom more ever troubled with nothing to do

0:07:41 > 0:07:44"and merely desiring that everybody could be as comfortable as myself

0:07:44 > 0:07:46"and as undesponding of them,

0:07:46 > 0:07:48"we should have a very tolerable world of it."

0:07:50 > 0:07:52They've set off.

0:07:53 > 0:07:55- Good.- Call me old-fashioned,

0:07:55 > 0:07:59but I think it's nice having everybody back at home.

0:08:00 > 0:08:03- In theory.- What happened?

0:08:03 > 0:08:06- You heard the shouting. - I had my pillow over my ears

0:08:06 > 0:08:10- so I didn't catch the details. - Lucky you.

0:08:10 > 0:08:13So he's...been mucking about,

0:08:13 > 0:08:14and by way of punishment,

0:08:14 > 0:08:17he's packed off on holiday for a week with Martha's father?

0:08:17 > 0:08:20Packed off on holiday for a week, or got shot off for a few days.

0:08:20 > 0:08:23It's all a question of how you might choose to look at it.

0:08:23 > 0:08:25- Tabby.- Well, if that's how you feel.

0:08:48 > 0:08:51- Do you still write stories? - Sometimes.

0:08:52 > 0:08:53About Gondal?

0:08:55 > 0:08:56When we can.

0:08:58 > 0:09:01- Emily as well?- You've been here with her more than I have, surely.

0:09:01 > 0:09:03- We never talk about it. - Never?

0:09:16 > 0:09:18Do you? Write?

0:09:18 > 0:09:20- Still?- Not so much.

0:09:20 > 0:09:22What about the infernal world?

0:09:22 > 0:09:24I relinquished my pen.

0:09:24 > 0:09:27- Why?- Because it frightened me.

0:09:27 > 0:09:30Threatened to make the real world seem...

0:09:30 > 0:09:34pointless. And colourless and drab.

0:09:35 > 0:09:37And that way lies madness.

0:09:38 > 0:09:41You know, the real world is what it is, but we must live in it, so...

0:09:41 > 0:09:45- You should write, if it makes you happy.- I worry about my eyes.

0:09:47 > 0:09:50And I think, as well... when I got that reply from Southey -

0:09:50 > 0:09:54"Literature cannot be the business of a woman's life."

0:09:57 > 0:09:59At the time I brushed it off.

0:09:59 > 0:10:02But the longer I've dwelt on it, the older I've got,

0:10:02 > 0:10:03the more I've thought...

0:10:05 > 0:10:07..what's the point?

0:10:09 > 0:10:11The point...for me...

0:10:14 > 0:10:16..I'm never more alive than when I write.

0:10:18 > 0:10:19You're the same, surely.

0:10:19 > 0:10:21But with no prospect of publication?

0:10:23 > 0:10:25It's just playing at it, isn't it?

0:10:28 > 0:10:30Are we playing then, or what?

0:10:32 > 0:10:35Does it ever bother you that we might be getting...

0:10:35 > 0:10:37a bit old? For that.

0:10:40 > 0:10:43- You weren't saying that two weeks ago in York.- No, well...

0:10:44 > 0:10:46I didn't want to spoil things in York.

0:10:48 > 0:10:51It's something I've been thinking for a while.

0:10:52 > 0:10:55- Well, what did you come out with me for then?- To talk.

0:10:55 > 0:10:59- What about?- Things. At home. Do you never think about...?

0:11:00 > 0:11:01What?

0:11:02 > 0:11:04The future!

0:11:04 > 0:11:06What are we without Papa and Branwell?

0:11:06 > 0:11:09Papa won't... He won't live forever.

0:11:09 > 0:11:11And he's blind, and that house, our house,

0:11:11 > 0:11:13it belongs to the Church trustees, not us.

0:11:13 > 0:11:16And Branwell! What's he doing?

0:11:16 > 0:11:19What's he thinking that he has such a hopeless grasp

0:11:19 > 0:11:21on the realities of what comes next?

0:11:21 > 0:11:24Are we nothing to him? Does he even see us?

0:11:24 > 0:11:26If we don't make something of ourselves,

0:11:26 > 0:11:28and God knows we've been trying,

0:11:28 > 0:11:30I've been trying...

0:11:30 > 0:11:33I was a governess at that ludicrous place for five years!

0:11:35 > 0:11:38What will we do, Emily? What will...

0:11:38 > 0:11:39What will we be?

0:11:44 > 0:11:46It was when I came back from Roe Head.

0:11:46 > 0:11:49And he was there, at home, Branwell.

0:11:50 > 0:11:52And he wasn't supposed to be.

0:11:54 > 0:11:57You'd gone. You and Charlotte. You'd gone off back to Roe Head.

0:11:57 > 0:11:59And he was supposed to be in London,

0:11:59 > 0:12:01trying to get his foot in the door at the Royal Academy.

0:12:03 > 0:12:06That's when I knew what a liar he was.

0:12:06 > 0:12:09- Sharpers?- Thieves!- So what?

0:12:09 > 0:12:13- They attacked you? You were robbed? - Four of them?!- I think four.

0:12:13 > 0:12:15In broad daylight? That's...

0:12:15 > 0:12:17Well, surely someone saw what happened?

0:12:17 > 0:12:20- You didn't even get there?- No!

0:12:20 > 0:12:23It was just after I arrived at the coaching inn

0:12:23 > 0:12:25at St Martin Le Grand, and I knew my way around.

0:12:25 > 0:12:26From the maps in my head.

0:12:26 > 0:12:30But London...the whole thing is so much bigger than I imagined.

0:12:30 > 0:12:34And you didn't tell me how big it was, did ya?

0:12:34 > 0:12:37And I didn't know who to turn to, with no money. So, I came home!

0:12:37 > 0:12:40Well, er... Witnesses.

0:12:40 > 0:12:42Surely someone must have seen what happened.

0:12:42 > 0:12:43There were no witnesses.

0:12:43 > 0:12:46Everyone just turned around and went about their business!

0:12:46 > 0:12:47So all 30 shillings?

0:12:48 > 0:12:50- Gone?- YES!

0:12:53 > 0:12:55Oh!

0:12:56 > 0:12:59Then, when Aunt Branwell went to bed and Papa went back to his study,

0:12:59 > 0:13:01I said to him, "You're lying."

0:13:01 > 0:13:02And he admitted it.

0:13:03 > 0:13:04He didn't even make it to London,

0:13:04 > 0:13:07never mind any business at any Royal Academy.

0:13:08 > 0:13:11He said he was about to get on the high-flier, in Bradford,

0:13:11 > 0:13:13with his paintings and his sketches.

0:13:14 > 0:13:18But then, when he was faced with the reality of setting off for London,

0:13:18 > 0:13:21he realised that they just... weren't that good.

0:13:23 > 0:13:25They might look well enough at home,

0:13:25 > 0:13:28but next to a Lawrence, or a Gainsborough...

0:13:28 > 0:13:31So he fortified himself, he said,

0:13:31 > 0:13:34to get courage to get on the next coach, which was his intention.

0:13:37 > 0:13:38But he didn't.

0:13:40 > 0:13:42He spent four days in Bradford.

0:13:42 > 0:13:44Drunk and miserable and dreaming up some trash

0:13:44 > 0:13:47that he thought everyone at home would be blown enough to believe.

0:13:47 > 0:13:49He spent 30 shillings on drink, in four days?

0:13:49 > 0:13:52I could've cheerfully murdered him, to start with. And then...

0:13:55 > 0:13:57Actually I felt sorry for him.

0:13:59 > 0:14:02They always expected so much of him.

0:14:03 > 0:14:06More, probably, than he was ever capable of.

0:14:08 > 0:14:11And I just thought, "Thank God I'm not you."

0:14:15 > 0:14:17It's disappointing, I know.

0:14:19 > 0:14:23And I'm angry with him too. He humiliated me at Thorp Green,

0:14:23 > 0:14:24and he knew what he was doing.

0:14:26 > 0:14:27But we shouldn't give up on him, should we?

0:14:27 > 0:14:32No, we shouldn't give up on him. But we should see him for what he is.

0:14:32 > 0:14:35Not what he isn't. It's not fair on him.

0:14:40 > 0:14:44- I sometimes think Charlotte despises him.- Mm, well...

0:14:46 > 0:14:48Charlotte has her own demons.

0:14:49 > 0:14:50What demons?

0:14:53 > 0:14:57Look, you know how low she's been? For months.

0:14:57 > 0:14:59To the point of making herself ill,

0:14:59 > 0:15:01and convincing herself she's going blind.

0:15:01 > 0:15:05- Yes?- Well, you know when we were in Brussels?

0:15:06 > 0:15:09- Monsieur Heger?- Yes.

0:15:09 > 0:15:13Well...she was very...

0:15:13 > 0:15:15taken...with him.

0:15:16 > 0:15:18Not when I was there. This was after Aunt Branwell died,

0:15:18 > 0:15:20when I stayed at home.

0:15:20 > 0:15:21She became...

0:15:23 > 0:15:25..obsessed with him.

0:15:26 > 0:15:27He was married.

0:15:29 > 0:15:31That's why she left. At finish.

0:15:51 > 0:15:53"My dear Leyland,

0:15:53 > 0:15:55"I returned yesterday

0:15:55 > 0:15:58"from a week's journey to Liverpool and North Wales,

0:15:58 > 0:16:01"but I found, during my absence,

0:16:01 > 0:16:04"that wherever I went, a certain woman, robed in black

0:16:04 > 0:16:08"and calling herself Misery, walked by my side,

0:16:08 > 0:16:10"and leant on my arm as affectionately

0:16:10 > 0:16:12"as if she were my legal wife.

0:16:12 > 0:16:16"Like some other husbands, I could have spared her presence."

0:16:28 > 0:16:31For the food we are about to receive,

0:16:31 > 0:16:34may the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen.

0:16:39 > 0:16:42- Is she feeding those dogs again?- No.

0:16:42 > 0:16:44Chicken, please.

0:16:45 > 0:16:47More tea.

0:16:47 > 0:16:49Branwell...

0:16:49 > 0:16:54- Yeah?- Tell us something about...Liverpool.

0:16:54 > 0:16:57All right. Well, the docks were extraordinary.

0:16:57 > 0:17:02- Uh-huh?- We saw a black man. A blackamoor, a Creole.

0:17:02 > 0:17:06He really was black. So dark, Papa.

0:17:06 > 0:17:07- Ah?- And I spoke to him.

0:17:07 > 0:17:10Didn't really understand what he was saying

0:17:10 > 0:17:13and I don't think he understood a word I was saying either

0:17:13 > 0:17:15but it was just...fascinating.

0:17:15 > 0:17:17I think he was something on one of the ships.

0:17:26 > 0:17:27MUFFLED LAUGHTER

0:17:37 > 0:17:39CHUCKLING

0:17:47 > 0:17:49Yes?

0:17:55 > 0:17:57If you...

0:18:01 > 0:18:04If you don't...

0:18:04 > 0:18:06get on top of...

0:18:06 > 0:18:08of this habit...

0:18:08 > 0:18:10when things don't go right for you,

0:18:10 > 0:18:13if you can't exercise some restraint,

0:18:13 > 0:18:16- then it'll take over your life, Branwell.- Don't be ridiculous.

0:18:16 > 0:18:17I'm not being ridiculous.

0:18:20 > 0:18:21- It'll destroy you.- Mm.

0:18:23 > 0:18:26Potentially, you still have so much to offer, Branwell.

0:18:26 > 0:18:29- You need a plan. - I've got plans.- Have you?

0:18:31 > 0:18:33And can you share them? With anyone?

0:18:33 > 0:18:37- D'you know what I've realised?- What?

0:18:38 > 0:18:40There's no money in poetry.

0:18:43 > 0:18:46Novels. That's where the money is.

0:18:48 > 0:18:51Whilst the composition of a poem

0:18:51 > 0:18:54demands the utmost stretch of a man's intellect...

0:18:56 > 0:18:59..and for what? £10 at best.

0:19:02 > 0:19:06I could hum a tune and smoke a cigar

0:19:06 > 0:19:08and I'd have a novel written.

0:19:08 > 0:19:10No-one will publish a novel by an unknown author.

0:19:10 > 0:19:13I've had nine poems published in the Halifax Guardian.

0:19:16 > 0:19:19It's only Halifax, I know, but it is widely enough read.

0:19:20 > 0:19:22You'd need a good story for a novel.

0:19:22 > 0:19:24Oh, when was I ever short of a story?

0:20:32 > 0:20:36- Are you still thinking about going to Paris?- I don't think it's likely.

0:20:37 > 0:20:40- At the moment. - Why? It might do you good.

0:20:43 > 0:20:46Are you still hell-bent on making yourself poorly?

0:20:46 > 0:20:49I'm not...poorly.

0:20:53 > 0:20:54I'm just struggling to...

0:21:01 > 0:21:04Why is it that a woman's lot is so very different to a man's?

0:21:04 > 0:21:09I've never felt inferior. Have you? Intellectually?

0:21:11 > 0:21:14Why is it that we have so very few opportunities?

0:21:14 > 0:21:17You or I could do almost anything we set our minds to. But no.

0:21:17 > 0:21:20All we can realistically plan is a school, a modest enough school,

0:21:20 > 0:21:21that no-one wants to come to.

0:21:24 > 0:21:29Why is it that the woman's lot is to be perpetually infantilised...

0:21:30 > 0:21:33..or else invisible and powerless to do anything about it?

0:21:37 > 0:21:39Did he never write back to you, then?

0:21:40 > 0:21:42Heger?

0:21:50 > 0:21:51No.

0:21:58 > 0:22:01Anne says you've written some poems.

0:22:08 > 0:22:11- Have you ever thought about publishing them?- No.

0:22:16 > 0:22:17It's just the...

0:22:23 > 0:22:27The thing is, you see... I've written some verses too...

0:22:27 > 0:22:30and if between us we could accumulate enough material

0:22:30 > 0:22:32to think about publishing a small volume...

0:22:32 > 0:22:34And have it pored over and rubbished and ridiculed

0:22:34 > 0:22:38by anyone who might choose to waste their money on it? Not likely.

0:24:38 > 0:24:43"He comes with Western winds, with evening's wandering airs,

0:24:43 > 0:24:47"With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars.

0:24:48 > 0:24:51"Winds take a pensive tone, and stars a tender fire,

0:24:51 > 0:24:55"And visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire."

0:24:58 > 0:25:02"High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending,

0:25:02 > 0:25:05"Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars;

0:25:05 > 0:25:08"Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,

0:25:08 > 0:25:11"Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,

0:25:11 > 0:25:14"Man's spirit away from its drear dungeon sending,

0:25:14 > 0:25:17"Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars."

0:25:18 > 0:25:23"Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;

0:25:23 > 0:25:27"My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels;

0:25:27 > 0:25:31"Its wings are almost free - its home, its harbour found,

0:25:31 > 0:25:34"Measuring the gulf, it stoops and dares the final bound."

0:25:34 > 0:25:39"O dreadful is the check - intense the agony -

0:25:39 > 0:25:41"When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;

0:25:41 > 0:25:45"When the pulse begins to throb - the brain to think again -

0:25:45 > 0:25:47"The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.

0:25:47 > 0:25:53"Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less;

0:25:53 > 0:25:57"The more that anguish racks the earlier it will bless;

0:25:57 > 0:26:01"And robed in fires of hell, or bright with heavenly shine,

0:26:01 > 0:26:05"If it but herald Death, the vision is divine."

0:26:39 > 0:26:42BANGING

0:26:42 > 0:26:44FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

0:26:50 > 0:26:52What's the matter? What's the matter?

0:26:52 > 0:26:54Somebody has been in my room!

0:26:54 > 0:26:56- Somebody? - Somebody has been through my things.

0:26:56 > 0:26:58And not had the wit, when they put them back,

0:26:58 > 0:27:00- to realise that everything was in a certain order- Well, who?

0:27:00 > 0:27:02- We haven't, I haven't. - You haven't.

0:27:02 > 0:27:04You wouldn't. I know that.

0:27:04 > 0:27:05Branwell's in Halifax.

0:27:05 > 0:27:07It's safe to assume Papa couldn't see to do it,

0:27:07 > 0:27:08and anyway why would he bother?

0:27:08 > 0:27:11Tabby's got better things to do and Martha can't read that well.

0:27:11 > 0:27:13Yet, she also has too much dignity

0:27:13 > 0:27:15and respect for other people's things!

0:27:15 > 0:27:18I shouldn't have...I know.

0:27:20 > 0:27:22But I'm not sorry. I mean, I am sorry!

0:27:23 > 0:27:24Look, Emily.

0:27:24 > 0:27:27Your poems are...

0:27:27 > 0:27:29They're extraordinary.

0:27:29 > 0:27:31I know they're private, I know they're personal -

0:27:31 > 0:27:34they're 1,001 things, but they're not something to keep hidden.

0:27:36 > 0:27:39I admit it was curiosity, but not idle curiosity, I hope,

0:27:39 > 0:27:41- but something more...noble.- Noble?!

0:27:41 > 0:27:44Going in people's bedrooms? Going through people's things?

0:27:44 > 0:27:48No woman, no-one, has ever written poetry like this!

0:27:48 > 0:27:50Nothing I've read, nothing I can think of,

0:27:50 > 0:27:53nothing published, is its equal.

0:27:53 > 0:27:55Emily...they're exceptional.

0:27:55 > 0:27:57They're...astonishing.

0:27:57 > 0:27:59I couldn't breathe when I was reading them.

0:28:00 > 0:28:05I know you're angry and I know what I did is unforgivable.

0:28:05 > 0:28:06Except, please, see that it isn't.

0:28:09 > 0:28:11You...disgust me.

0:28:12 > 0:28:15You can't begin to imagine how much.

0:28:15 > 0:28:17You stay out of my room and you don't speak to me.

0:28:17 > 0:28:21You don't speak to me generally and you don't speak to me specifically

0:28:21 > 0:28:24about your misguided, tedious, grubby little publishing plans.

0:28:26 > 0:28:28What on earth is the matter?

0:28:28 > 0:28:31She has been in people's bedrooms going through people's things!

0:28:31 > 0:28:33I'm putting a lock on that door!

0:28:33 > 0:28:36She? What happened?

0:28:36 > 0:28:37- Charlotte?- Nothing.

0:28:40 > 0:28:42It was nothing. I went in her bedroom.

0:28:42 > 0:28:46- Oh! - HE SIGHS

0:28:48 > 0:28:50And, um, where is Branwell?

0:28:50 > 0:28:53- Halifax.- He's where?- Halifax.

0:28:53 > 0:28:56Oh. And is he due in? Tonight?

0:28:57 > 0:29:01- Or have we to lock the back door? - I imagine he's taken a key.

0:29:01 > 0:29:03Right.

0:29:23 > 0:29:25All right! I made a mistake.

0:29:28 > 0:29:30Except I didn't!

0:29:31 > 0:29:32They're...

0:29:33 > 0:29:35Have you read them?

0:29:35 > 0:29:36No.

0:29:37 > 0:29:39She's never asked me to.

0:29:43 > 0:29:46What did she mean about your "grubby little publishing plans?"

0:30:11 > 0:30:13They're not without charm.

0:30:18 > 0:30:20It's not just the poems, you see.

0:30:22 > 0:30:23I'm writing this, too.

0:30:23 > 0:30:25It's a novel.

0:30:25 > 0:30:27It's not Gondal and Gaaldine.

0:30:27 > 0:30:30It's more about how things are in the real world.

0:30:31 > 0:30:33It's about being a governess, it's all...

0:30:33 > 0:30:36things I've seen and heard and witnessed.

0:30:39 > 0:30:42- The thing is, you see, I... - This is beautifully written.

0:30:44 > 0:30:46I would be ready.

0:30:46 > 0:30:49To try and publish. I would be ready to risk failure.

0:30:49 > 0:30:52And who knows? This is what we've done all our lives.

0:30:52 > 0:30:55Write. We've lived in our heads.

0:30:57 > 0:30:59I don't regard the attempt to do something with it as venal.

0:30:59 > 0:31:01It's more venal selling ourselves as governesses

0:31:01 > 0:31:03when we find it such a trial.

0:31:03 > 0:31:07So long as we approached it carefully, wisely,

0:31:07 > 0:31:10- and not make fools of ourselves, then surely...- The plan...

0:31:10 > 0:31:14would be to try to publish a volume of poetry first.

0:31:14 > 0:31:18And, then, if that met with a modicum of success,

0:31:18 > 0:31:21and something of a name was established,

0:31:21 > 0:31:23then we could each risk a work of fiction.

0:31:25 > 0:31:28I've toyed with writing something about...Brussels.

0:31:30 > 0:31:33I mean, I don't even know if that's the etiquette.

0:31:33 > 0:31:37But I could write to a publishing house and find out.

0:31:40 > 0:31:43Your poems are competent...

0:31:43 > 0:31:44and charming.

0:31:44 > 0:31:46And I'm no great poet myself,

0:31:46 > 0:31:50but Emily's contribution could elevate a small volume

0:31:50 > 0:31:52into something...

0:31:53 > 0:31:56..actually worth spending a few shillings on.

0:32:02 > 0:32:05- I feel sorry for her.- Why?

0:32:06 > 0:32:09Same reason I feel sorry for Branwell.

0:32:09 > 0:32:12So much is expected of her. Being the eldest.

0:32:12 > 0:32:14And not even the eldest. By accident the eldest.

0:32:14 > 0:32:17Bossiest. She was bossy when Maria and Elizabeth were still alive,

0:32:17 > 0:32:19I remember it. Vividly.

0:32:21 > 0:32:23It's being so bossy that's stunted her growth.

0:32:23 > 0:32:25She's ambitious.

0:32:25 > 0:32:27For all of us.

0:32:27 > 0:32:29And I can see nothing wrong with that.

0:32:31 > 0:32:34I realise some people might think it's vulgar, but, Emily,

0:32:34 > 0:32:39we were born writing, and if we're cautious, if we're clever,

0:32:39 > 0:32:42and we are, and if we disguise our real selves and our sex...

0:32:42 > 0:32:44Right, that's done.

0:32:44 > 0:32:46Tabby! I'm off down the...hill.

0:32:48 > 0:32:52It's wonderful how quiet they all think she is in t'village

0:32:52 > 0:32:54and how loud she is at home.

0:32:55 > 0:32:57You can come with me, if you want.

0:33:02 > 0:33:05Have you ever thought about writing something that's not Gondal?

0:33:05 > 0:33:08Something more...not princesses and emperors, more just...

0:33:08 > 0:33:10what happens in the real world.

0:33:11 > 0:33:15You know when I worked in Halifax? At that school at Law Hill.

0:33:15 > 0:33:18- Yes.- Miss Patchett, that ran it, she told me this tale.

0:33:18 > 0:33:21And I've often thought it'd make a story. A novel.

0:33:21 > 0:33:22What was it about?

0:33:22 > 0:33:25This man, this lad. Jack Sharp. Have I never told you this?

0:33:25 > 0:33:28It serves us well enough, but it's not an attractive building, I know.

0:33:28 > 0:33:30It has a rather curious history.

0:33:30 > 0:33:34It was built out of spite, apparently, 60 years ago,

0:33:34 > 0:33:35by a man called Jack Sharp.

0:33:35 > 0:33:37So, there's this family, the Walkers.

0:33:37 > 0:33:40They own Walterclough Hall, this big house, just above Halifax,

0:33:40 > 0:33:42it's been in the family for generations.

0:33:42 > 0:33:44They're woollen manufacturers - aren't they all?

0:33:44 > 0:33:47Anyway, John Walker has four children - two boys and two girls -

0:33:47 > 0:33:49and he's adopted this nephew, Jack Sharp.

0:33:51 > 0:33:54Richard and John, the two sons, were educated well,

0:33:54 > 0:33:57and they ended up making their livings in London.

0:33:57 > 0:33:59Jack stayed at home with the girls, Grace and Mary,

0:33:59 > 0:34:02and he was trained up to take over the family business

0:34:02 > 0:34:05which suited everyone, because, it seems, he'd always been

0:34:05 > 0:34:07old Mr Walker's favourite, the truth be told.

0:34:07 > 0:34:09Then when Richard, the eldest son, dies

0:34:09 > 0:34:11in some tragic accident somewhere,

0:34:11 > 0:34:14old Mr Walker decides to leave the district and he leaves Jack

0:34:14 > 0:34:16in charge of his business and Walterclough Hall.

0:34:16 > 0:34:20Eventually, some years later, old Mr Walker himself dies,

0:34:20 > 0:34:21and the remaining son, John,

0:34:21 > 0:34:24in London, inherits everything and gives Jack Sharp,

0:34:24 > 0:34:28who he'd never liked, notice to vacate the property forthwith.

0:34:28 > 0:34:30But John Walker Jr has the law on his side,

0:34:30 > 0:34:33and after enough wrangling, in court, Jack Sharp has to

0:34:33 > 0:34:36vacate the property, whether he likes it or not.

0:34:36 > 0:34:39But not before he'd trashed the place and taken anything of value.

0:34:39 > 0:34:40Furniture...

0:34:40 > 0:34:42..the silver, the plate, the linen.

0:34:42 > 0:34:45You can only imagine what they all went through.

0:34:45 > 0:34:47The anger and the bitterness.

0:34:47 > 0:34:50And then he built his own home, a new house.

0:34:50 > 0:34:51Here, at Law Hill.

0:34:51 > 0:34:54The spot chosen very carefully, people believed,

0:34:54 > 0:34:56because it looks down on Walterclough Hall.

0:34:56 > 0:34:59And then he filled it with the stash he'd purloined from the Hall.

0:34:59 > 0:35:02Like he was goading John Walker to come and fetch it. If he dared.

0:35:02 > 0:35:06- And did he dare?- I doubt it. But the worst thing Jack Sharp did,

0:35:06 > 0:35:08one of old Mr Walker's sisters had a son,

0:35:08 > 0:35:09grown up by then, called Sam Stead.

0:35:09 > 0:35:11And Jack Sharp apprenticed him in the trade,

0:35:11 > 0:35:14like he himself had been apprenticed by old Mr Walker.

0:35:14 > 0:35:17And he cleverly, calculatedly, bit by bit,

0:35:17 > 0:35:20indulged and degraded Sam Stead with gambling and drink,

0:35:20 > 0:35:23and the lad was too feckless to know any better.

0:35:23 > 0:35:24Why would you do that?

0:35:24 > 0:35:26He did it to cause as much misery and humiliation

0:35:26 > 0:35:27to the Walkers as he could.

0:35:27 > 0:35:32- That's...- I know. All that anger. It's so...rich.

0:35:35 > 0:35:39Anyway, if we're writing novels. I imagine we'll need more paper.

0:35:42 > 0:35:45BELLS PEAL

0:35:45 > 0:35:47Of course we're not going to use our real names!

0:35:47 > 0:35:49But must they be men's names?

0:35:49 > 0:35:52When a man writes something, it's what he's written that's judged.

0:35:52 > 0:35:54When a woman writes something, it's her that's judged.

0:35:54 > 0:35:58We must select the poems we want to use and then...

0:35:58 > 0:36:01yes, if we're to be taken seriously and judged fairly

0:36:01 > 0:36:04and make anything resembling a profit...

0:36:05 > 0:36:06..we must walk invisible.

0:36:11 > 0:36:13What about names that are neither men's nor women's?

0:37:02 > 0:37:06"Dear Ellen. I reached home a little after 2 o'clock

0:37:06 > 0:37:08"all safe and right yesterday.

0:37:08 > 0:37:10"Emily and Anne were gone to Keighley to meet me.

0:37:10 > 0:37:13"Unfortunately, I had returned by the old road

0:37:13 > 0:37:16"while they were gone by the new, and we missed each other."

0:37:30 > 0:37:32KNOCK ON DOOR

0:37:32 > 0:37:33I'm back home.

0:37:33 > 0:37:34Ah, Charlotte...

0:37:36 > 0:37:37Miss Bronte!

0:37:38 > 0:37:40Mr Nicholls.

0:37:52 > 0:37:55"I went into the room where Branwell was, to speak to him.

0:37:55 > 0:37:57"It was very forced work to address him.

0:37:57 > 0:38:00"I might have spared myself the trouble as he took no notice..."

0:38:00 > 0:38:01Branwell?

0:38:01 > 0:38:03"..and made no reply."

0:38:03 > 0:38:04Branwell.

0:38:04 > 0:38:06"He was stupefied."

0:38:13 > 0:38:15What's this?

0:38:15 > 0:38:17Branwell? What's this?

0:38:17 > 0:38:18That's for you.

0:38:19 > 0:38:22I opened it by mistake. It said "Esquire."

0:38:22 > 0:38:24Give me that.

0:38:24 > 0:38:26Proof pages!

0:38:26 > 0:38:30How much are you paying them for the privilege of being published?

0:38:30 > 0:38:32I assume you're paying them.

0:38:32 > 0:38:35I assume you've all clubbed together.

0:38:35 > 0:38:37I assume they're not paying you.

0:38:37 > 0:38:39You've been sick.

0:38:46 > 0:38:48I didn't confirm or deny, I made no reply.

0:38:48 > 0:38:50I don't care about him knowing we're paying them,

0:38:50 > 0:38:52it's a means to an end as far as I'm concerned.

0:38:52 > 0:38:53I care about him talking to people.

0:38:53 > 0:38:56- About us.- Where's he got the money from anyway? To get into that state?

0:38:56 > 0:38:59- He screwed a sovereign out of Papa, yesterday.- He claimed to have

0:38:59 > 0:39:01- some pressing matter, and Papa said no.- And the next thing you know

0:39:01 > 0:39:04he's given it to him. God knows how or why and he's trotting off

0:39:04 > 0:39:06down the hill to get it changed at the Black Bull.

0:39:06 > 0:39:08Perhaps, when he's sober, he'll not even remember he's seen

0:39:08 > 0:39:11- our proof sheets.- I'll write to Aylott and Jones and ask them

0:39:11 > 0:39:13to address our correspondence differently in future.

0:39:14 > 0:39:17- Was he angry, Branwell? - What can we do?

0:39:17 > 0:39:19We can't include him, the way he is now! He's unmanageable!

0:39:19 > 0:39:21We'd never get anything agreed or done!

0:39:21 > 0:39:24Anyway, why would Northangerland want to publish with his sisters?

0:39:24 > 0:39:27He certainly couldn't afford to contribute to the costs.

0:39:27 > 0:39:29We're doing the right thing, Anne.

0:39:29 > 0:39:31It's hard, it's tough,

0:39:31 > 0:39:33but I'm sorry, he'd drag us down with him if we let him.

0:39:36 > 0:39:38Right, come on, you big oaf.

0:39:39 > 0:39:40That way. Shift.

0:40:20 > 0:40:23TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

0:40:23 > 0:40:26HAMMERING

0:40:36 > 0:40:38Hello, Joe.

0:40:40 > 0:40:41Well, I never.

0:40:41 > 0:40:42Eh?

0:40:59 > 0:41:05- How y'doing, lad?- I've resolved this morning to keep myself busy.

0:41:05 > 0:41:06Good.

0:41:08 > 0:41:09Good!

0:41:09 > 0:41:11Me too.

0:41:14 > 0:41:16I thought I'd go and see John Frobisher.

0:41:16 > 0:41:19I thought I might write something to set to music.

0:41:19 > 0:41:22And he'd be the man. He is still here, isn't he?

0:41:22 > 0:41:24- At the church? - So far as I know, yeah.

0:41:24 > 0:41:26Have y'not thought any more about going abroad?

0:41:26 > 0:41:29Not... No...

0:41:30 > 0:41:32I haven't seen any vacancies,

0:41:32 > 0:41:35at least nothing, you know...

0:41:37 > 0:41:39Not with the way things are at the moment.

0:41:41 > 0:41:43How are things at home?

0:41:47 > 0:41:49It's like living with people

0:41:49 > 0:41:51who don't speak the same language as I do.

0:41:52 > 0:41:55Honestly, Joe. I could be with some tribe

0:41:55 > 0:41:57from some far flung corner of the globe

0:41:57 > 0:41:59for all I have in common with them.

0:41:59 > 0:42:00They despise me,

0:42:00 > 0:42:02and I...

0:42:03 > 0:42:06I only live there because I'm such a fucking pauper.

0:42:08 > 0:42:10They need to get married, those three.

0:42:11 > 0:42:13Only, who'd have 'em?

0:42:15 > 0:42:17Who'd have any of us?

0:42:18 > 0:42:20What a ridiculous set we've become.

0:42:23 > 0:42:26And we used to be quite a nice little family.

0:42:38 > 0:42:42She...she does love me, you know, Joe, Lydia.

0:42:44 > 0:42:48Yeah. Well... You know, I don't know.

0:42:50 > 0:42:52I wasn't there, I can't say.

0:42:54 > 0:42:56I know everyone thinks I'm...

0:42:57 > 0:42:59God knows, but if you saw her,

0:42:59 > 0:43:03if only for a moment, you'd get it, you'd see.

0:43:03 > 0:43:05What would I see?

0:43:05 > 0:43:09That she's the kind of woman that can change a man's life.

0:43:09 > 0:43:10His whole...everything.

0:43:10 > 0:43:13You've got to look forward, though, eh? Not back.

0:43:14 > 0:43:16We've talked about this.

0:43:20 > 0:43:22Am I boring you, Leyland?

0:43:22 > 0:43:24No, lad. No. You're not boring me.

0:43:29 > 0:43:31I worry that you're kidding yerself.

0:43:31 > 0:43:32Eh?

0:43:32 > 0:43:35A woman her age, in her position.

0:43:41 > 0:43:44My only hope is that he'll be dead soon and I'll be asked back.

0:43:58 > 0:44:00Hello.

0:44:06 > 0:44:08Hello.

0:44:14 > 0:44:15Look.

0:44:17 > 0:44:19I know.

0:44:34 > 0:44:36Ahh, it's beautiful!

0:44:36 > 0:44:39The same moon that's shone down since we were children.

0:44:41 > 0:44:43Since our ancestors were children.

0:44:44 > 0:44:46We're so tiny, really.

0:44:47 > 0:44:49Aren't we? So...

0:44:50 > 0:44:51..so unimportant.

0:44:53 > 0:44:54All of us.

0:44:57 > 0:44:58That's right.

0:45:00 > 0:45:02DOGS BARK IN THE DISTANCE

0:45:05 > 0:45:07Bloody dogs.

0:45:09 > 0:45:11HE HOWLS

0:45:12 > 0:45:14SHE JOINS HIM

0:45:14 > 0:45:18A CACOPHONY OF HOWLING

0:45:20 > 0:45:22HE LAUGHS

0:45:22 > 0:45:24THEY CONTINUE HOWLING

0:46:02 > 0:46:05- There's a fella in Black Bull lookin' for thee.- Who?

0:46:05 > 0:46:07He says he's from Thorp Green.

0:46:10 > 0:46:11Who?

0:46:14 > 0:46:15I'll get my coat.

0:46:26 > 0:46:28Shift!

0:46:37 > 0:46:40- Is there a fella looking for me? - Aye, he's through there.

0:46:43 > 0:46:45Mr Bronte.

0:46:47 > 0:46:50- Someone's dead.- Mr Robinson.

0:46:51 > 0:46:54He passed away three weeks this last Tuesday.

0:46:55 > 0:46:57Did you not know?

0:46:58 > 0:47:00No. How could I?

0:47:01 > 0:47:03Well, it's been in t'papers.

0:47:04 > 0:47:05We don't get the York papers.

0:47:26 > 0:47:28You're advised...

0:47:29 > 0:47:31..to stay away.

0:47:38 > 0:47:42Does she not...want me to go to her?

0:47:45 > 0:47:46She didn't say that.

0:47:46 > 0:47:48No, it isn't her.

0:47:49 > 0:47:51It's Mr Evans.

0:47:51 > 0:47:53One of the trustees of Mr Robinson's will.

0:47:55 > 0:47:59Apparently...he's said if he sees you, he'll shoot you.

0:48:01 > 0:48:02Did he send you?

0:48:02 > 0:48:04No. No.

0:48:04 > 0:48:06She did.

0:48:07 > 0:48:10She was concerned you might turn up.

0:48:10 > 0:48:13And that Mr Evans might feel obliged to do as he's threatened.

0:48:16 > 0:48:19But, as well as that, you should know

0:48:19 > 0:48:20by the terms of the will...

0:48:22 > 0:48:24..that if she marries again,

0:48:24 > 0:48:28she'll forfeit any right to her husband's fortune.

0:48:29 > 0:48:31What?

0:48:31 > 0:48:32Every penny.

0:48:33 > 0:48:35And the house.

0:48:39 > 0:48:41She...

0:48:51 > 0:48:53She asked me not to tell you how wretched she is.

0:48:55 > 0:48:57You'd not recognise her, Mr Bronte.

0:48:58 > 0:49:01She's worn herself out these past few months in attendance upon him.

0:49:01 > 0:49:04And then, the last few days before his death,

0:49:04 > 0:49:06his manner was so mild, so, er...

0:49:09 > 0:49:10..conciliatory.

0:49:13 > 0:49:15It's a pity to see her, kneeling at her prayers.

0:49:16 > 0:49:18In tears.

0:49:19 > 0:49:21I suppose we can only guess at

0:49:21 > 0:49:24what torments of conscience she might be going through...

0:49:26 > 0:49:28..now.

0:49:32 > 0:49:35But...she sent you.

0:49:35 > 0:49:36Hm.

0:49:39 > 0:49:43To beg you to think of your own safety, Mr Bronte.

0:49:45 > 0:49:46And her sanity.

0:49:47 > 0:49:48Which...

0:49:48 > 0:49:51below stairs,

0:49:51 > 0:49:54we fear hangs by a thread.

0:49:56 > 0:49:59I don't give a damn about my own safety.

0:50:01 > 0:50:02No.

0:50:03 > 0:50:05But the thing is...

0:50:09 > 0:50:12..it's never going to happen, Mr Bronte.

0:50:14 > 0:50:16Do you understand?

0:50:23 > 0:50:25You're advised to stay away.

0:50:51 > 0:50:53Mr Brown! Mr Brown!

0:50:55 > 0:50:57- Mr Brown!- What do you want, you little bugger?

0:50:57 > 0:51:00You've to come! Mr Thomas at Black Bull says you've to come!

0:51:07 > 0:51:09- Now what?- God knows.

0:51:09 > 0:51:10There were a fella here.

0:51:10 > 0:51:13- Paddy? Come on, lad. What's up? - I sent for thee.

0:51:13 > 0:51:16- Look at state he's in... - No, you've done right.

0:51:16 > 0:51:17Come on, lad.

0:51:17 > 0:51:19BRANWELL WEEPS

0:51:19 > 0:51:21Come on, you're all right.

0:51:22 > 0:51:24Nothing I do, John.

0:51:25 > 0:51:28- You're just tired.- Nothing I do.

0:51:28 > 0:51:31Let's get you home. Come on.

0:51:34 > 0:51:37- Why are we going up here? - It's where you live.

0:51:37 > 0:51:41I don't want to go home, I don't want to go home.

0:51:41 > 0:51:43Well, where d'you want to go, then?

0:51:43 > 0:51:45Keighley.

0:51:45 > 0:51:48I think meself you'd be better off at home.

0:51:48 > 0:51:50No, no! I need to go to Thorp Green, John.

0:51:50 > 0:51:52I need to go to Thorp Green.

0:51:52 > 0:51:55Fair enough, but not just now, not today, not in this state.

0:51:55 > 0:51:59Yes, in this state. This is the right state.

0:51:59 > 0:52:02Well, you can. I can't, obviously,

0:52:02 > 0:52:05it's two o'clock in the afternoon, I've to get to work.

0:52:06 > 0:52:08Ah, Mr Nicholls.

0:52:08 > 0:52:12He's... He's had a bad do,

0:52:12 > 0:52:14he's had a bit of bad news.

0:52:17 > 0:52:19Down you go.

0:52:22 > 0:52:23Nearly there.

0:52:31 > 0:52:32- Careful.- Nearly there.

0:52:32 > 0:52:34BRANWELL SOBS

0:52:34 > 0:52:38- Calm down.- Get off me! - Please, keep your voice down.

0:52:38 > 0:52:40Shut up, I hate you!

0:52:40 > 0:52:42Tell me to calm down in my own house!

0:52:42 > 0:52:44I want to kill you!

0:52:44 > 0:52:47- Get your hands off me!- Calm down. - Don't tell me to calm down.

0:52:47 > 0:52:50I don't want you to tell me anything.

0:52:51 > 0:52:52My house!

0:52:52 > 0:52:54Nothing wrong with me.

0:52:56 > 0:52:58Look at them, all looking at me!

0:53:02 > 0:53:03They're always looking at me!

0:53:03 > 0:53:06With your stupid, empty faces!

0:53:08 > 0:53:11Please, stop looking at me!

0:53:11 > 0:53:12Just stop.

0:53:17 > 0:53:18And him!

0:53:22 > 0:53:24What do you want, eh?

0:53:25 > 0:53:27You've had everything!

0:53:27 > 0:53:29You've had everything you're getting.

0:53:29 > 0:53:33You just stand there staring at me all the time!

0:53:35 > 0:53:37I hate you!

0:53:39 > 0:53:42BRANWELL WEEPS AND MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY

0:53:48 > 0:53:50Come on upstairs, have a lie down.

0:53:52 > 0:53:54Have a few knock-out drops, eh?

0:53:55 > 0:53:57Eh? Come on.

0:53:57 > 0:53:59Ohh...I feel sick.

0:53:59 > 0:54:01Come on.

0:54:01 > 0:54:05- Up we go.- You heard him. Lift me up.

0:54:05 > 0:54:07I can do it!

0:54:20 > 0:54:22- Sorry.- Sorry.

0:54:34 > 0:54:36"Dear Ellen.

0:54:36 > 0:54:39"We have been somewhat more harassed than usual lately.

0:54:39 > 0:54:42"The death of Mr Robinson has served Branwell for a pretext

0:54:42 > 0:54:45"to throw all about him into hubbub and confusion.

0:54:45 > 0:54:47"He's become intolerable.

0:54:47 > 0:54:50"To Papa he allows rest neither day nor night and

0:54:50 > 0:54:53"he's continually screwing money out of him, sometimes threatening

0:54:53 > 0:54:56"that he'll kill himself if it's withheld from him."

0:55:00 > 0:55:02BELL RINGS

0:55:02 > 0:55:05BRANWELL AND FATHER ARGUE IN ROOM

0:55:05 > 0:55:08- Morning, Miss Bronte.- Thank you.

0:55:08 > 0:55:10- BRANWELL:- Are you stupid as well as blind?

0:55:10 > 0:55:12There's nothing out there!

0:55:12 > 0:55:14Not for someone who's fit for nothing, like me!

0:55:14 > 0:55:18"He says Mrs Robinson is now insane, that her mind is a complete wreck,

0:55:18 > 0:55:22"owing to remorse for her conduct towards Mr Robinson,

0:55:22 > 0:55:24"whose end it appears was hastened by distress of mind,

0:55:24 > 0:55:26"and grief for having lost him.

0:55:28 > 0:55:31"I do not know how much to believe of what he says.

0:55:31 > 0:55:34"He now declares that he neither can nor will do anything for himself.

0:55:36 > 0:55:38"Good situations have been offered more than once,

0:55:38 > 0:55:41"for which by a fortnight's work he might have qualified himself,

0:55:41 > 0:55:44"but he will do nothing except drink and make us all wretched."

0:55:44 > 0:55:46- BRANWELL:- Just tell me where it is!

0:55:48 > 0:55:52BRANWELL AND FATHER CONTINUE ARGUING

0:55:52 > 0:55:55I beg you to recognise it - you are ill!

0:56:02 > 0:56:05Two reviews. One from The Critic one from The Athenaeum.

0:56:05 > 0:56:09Both anonymous, but both really, really quite good.

0:56:09 > 0:56:11Especially about you.

0:56:12 > 0:56:15"Refreshing, vigorous poetry, no sickly affectations,

0:56:15 > 0:56:19"no namby-pamby, no tedious imitations of familiar strains."

0:56:23 > 0:56:25Are they still fighting?

0:56:30 > 0:56:32Are you going to be all right?

0:56:32 > 0:56:35When I go to Manchester with Papa?

0:56:35 > 0:56:38It's only three weeks. I'm more concerned about when he comes back.

0:56:38 > 0:56:40He'll need rest and quiet. Not...

0:56:40 > 0:56:42Oh, did you get what you wanted?

0:56:42 > 0:56:44Yeah, you! Are you proud of yourself, eh?

0:56:44 > 0:56:47Wangling money out of a blind man? A man practically in his 70s.

0:56:47 > 0:56:52- Fuck off.- Eh! Come back here and say that. Yeah, go on. Have a go.

0:56:52 > 0:56:53- See what happens.- I haven't time.

0:56:53 > 0:56:56No? Just the blind and the elderly then, is it?

0:56:56 > 0:56:58Otherwise I would.

0:56:58 > 0:57:00Course you would!

0:57:29 > 0:57:31It's nothing.

0:57:31 > 0:57:32Did he just hit you?

0:57:35 > 0:57:36Don't make a fuss.

0:57:48 > 0:57:51I'm still aiming to finish my story by the end of this week.

0:57:52 > 0:57:55There's a handful of passages I'd like to look at again,

0:57:55 > 0:57:58but then, depending on where you and Anne are with yours...

0:57:58 > 0:58:01Oh, The Professor's finished. As much as it ever will be.

0:58:03 > 0:58:06Perhaps we could aim to get them off to a publisher

0:58:06 > 0:58:08before you set off for Manchester.

0:58:30 > 0:58:32Emily.

0:58:32 > 0:58:33Good luck.

0:58:33 > 0:58:35And you.

0:58:35 > 0:58:37Keep him wrapped up, see.

0:58:37 > 0:58:39- All the bags on? - Everything's under control, Papa.

0:58:39 > 0:58:42- Has she heard?- Yes! I've heard. - Emily, Emily.

0:58:42 > 0:58:44You know where the gun is?

0:58:44 > 0:58:46Yes.

0:58:47 > 0:58:49We're all in. Thank you.

0:58:50 > 0:58:53I'll send you the address as soon as we know what it is.

0:58:54 > 0:58:55DRIVER: Walk on!

0:59:05 > 0:59:08Branwell doesn't know where the gun is. Does he?

0:59:08 > 0:59:10Not any more.

0:59:10 > 0:59:11Is he still abed?

0:59:13 > 0:59:14Daft question.

0:59:24 > 0:59:25You give him no money.

0:59:25 > 0:59:28Whatever sob stories he comes up with.

0:59:29 > 0:59:30All right?

0:59:32 > 0:59:34He won't hit you.

0:59:34 > 0:59:37And if he hits me, I'll hit him back. Harder.

0:59:48 > 0:59:51"Dear Ellen. Papa and I came here on Wednesday.

0:59:51 > 0:59:54"We saw Mr Wilson, the oculist, the same day.

0:59:54 > 0:59:57"He pronounced Papa's eyes quite ready for an operation

0:59:57 > 0:59:59"and has fixed next Monday for the performance of it."

0:59:59 > 1:00:01HE SIGHS WITH PAIN

1:00:01 > 1:00:03"Think of us on that day, dear Nell.

1:00:03 > 1:00:07"Mr Wilson says we will have to stay here a month at least.

1:00:07 > 1:00:09"It will be dreary.

1:00:09 > 1:00:13"I wonder how poor Emily and Anne will get on at home with Branwell."

1:00:24 > 1:00:27KNOCK ON DOOR, BELL RINGS

1:00:35 > 1:00:36Thank you.

1:01:00 > 1:01:03"...not able at present to consider publication."

1:01:06 > 1:01:08Do you think they actually read them?

1:01:10 > 1:01:12Do they look like they've been read?

1:01:28 > 1:01:29Who's next on the list?

1:01:37 > 1:01:41Chapman and Hall, 186 Strand, London.

1:01:41 > 1:01:43RAINFALL, THUNDER RUMBLES

1:01:53 > 1:01:56RAIN PATTERS

1:02:27 > 1:02:29"There was no possibility...

1:02:31 > 1:02:34"..of taking a walk that day."

1:03:17 > 1:03:21Do you think it's wrong to write about something very close to home?

1:03:21 > 1:03:22Like what?

1:03:24 > 1:03:25A woman...

1:03:27 > 1:03:31..forced to abandon her home. A good, well-off home,

1:03:31 > 1:03:33to protect her child and herself,

1:03:33 > 1:03:37because of a change in her husband's character when he sinks into...

1:03:40 > 1:03:42You know, addictive behaviour.

1:03:43 > 1:03:46And then forced to make her own way in the world.

1:03:46 > 1:03:48No. I don't think it's wrong.

1:03:50 > 1:03:52I'd never have invented Hindley

1:03:52 > 1:03:54if I hadn't been set such a fine example at home.

1:04:04 > 1:04:07- Have you seen Branwell today? - No.

1:04:09 > 1:04:10Have you heard him?

1:04:17 > 1:04:20"I see a corpse upon the waters lie,

1:04:20 > 1:04:24"With eyes turned, swelled and sightless, to the sky

1:04:24 > 1:04:29"And arms outstretched, to move as wave on wave

1:04:29 > 1:04:32"Upbears it in its boundless billowy grave.

1:04:33 > 1:04:38"Not time, but Ocean thins its flowing hair;

1:04:38 > 1:04:42"Decay, not sorrow, lays its forehead bare;

1:04:42 > 1:04:47"Its members move, but not in thankless toil,

1:04:47 > 1:04:50"For seas are milder than this world's turmoil.

1:04:52 > 1:04:55"Corruption robs its lip and cheeks of red,

1:04:55 > 1:04:58"But wounded vanity grieves not the dead;

1:04:59 > 1:05:02"And, though those members hasten to decay,

1:05:02 > 1:05:06"No pang of suffering takes their strength away;

1:05:06 > 1:05:10"With untormented eye, and heart, and brain,

1:05:10 > 1:05:14"Through calm and storm it floats across the main.

1:05:15 > 1:05:19"Though love and joy have perished long ago,

1:05:19 > 1:05:23"Its bosom suffers not one pang of woe;

1:05:23 > 1:05:26"Though weeds and worms its cherished beauty hide,

1:05:26 > 1:05:29"It feels not wounded vanity or pride."

1:05:38 > 1:05:40WIND BLOWS

1:06:03 > 1:06:05Where's ye going, lad?

1:06:05 > 1:06:07Haworth.

1:06:07 > 1:06:08HORSE WHINNIES

1:06:08 > 1:06:10Whoa. Whoa!

1:06:13 > 1:06:14Go on!

1:07:08 > 1:07:09Oh, hello.

1:07:14 > 1:07:16Branwell!

1:07:18 > 1:07:21Branwell's here! He's collapsed! He's outside!

1:07:26 > 1:07:27Branwell?

1:07:28 > 1:07:29Branwell.

1:07:30 > 1:07:31Branwell?

1:07:34 > 1:07:36One of you go and fetch Dr Wheelhouse.

1:07:36 > 1:07:37Get a cloak on!

1:07:37 > 1:07:39Let's get him inside.

1:07:39 > 1:07:41Branwell, eh?

1:07:43 > 1:07:45Come on, son, sit up.

1:07:45 > 1:07:47Let's get him in the house. Come on.

1:07:47 > 1:07:50DOOR OPENS

1:07:50 > 1:07:52- You know where I am.- Yes, yes.

1:07:53 > 1:07:55Thank you for coming, Doctor.

1:07:56 > 1:07:58DOOR CLOSES

1:08:01 > 1:08:02There is hope.

1:08:04 > 1:08:05He's home, he's back with us.

1:08:06 > 1:08:10And, with nourishment and abstinence,

1:08:10 > 1:08:13and prayer, and peace and quiet,

1:08:13 > 1:08:16we may yet hope for better things.

1:08:17 > 1:08:21His body has suffered the ravages of gross neglect. And...

1:08:21 > 1:08:23abuse.

1:08:24 > 1:08:25Self inflicted.

1:08:28 > 1:08:30And I cannot, in all conscience,

1:08:30 > 1:08:32do other than blame that woman.

1:08:32 > 1:08:35That...sinful, hateful woman.

1:08:37 > 1:08:41Who, with her more mature years and social advantages,

1:08:41 > 1:08:44surely should have shown better responsibility.

1:08:45 > 1:08:47He has come very low.

1:08:48 > 1:08:53But, you know, sometimes a man must sink to the bottom

1:08:53 > 1:08:55before he can turn his life around.

1:08:55 > 1:09:01And perhaps that's what's happened, what's happening.

1:09:01 > 1:09:03- Here.- Where's he been?

1:09:03 > 1:09:05How's he been living?

1:09:05 > 1:09:06Does he want to abstain?

1:09:06 > 1:09:09Oh, he has to. He has to abstain.

1:09:10 > 1:09:12Halifax, I assume.

1:09:12 > 1:09:15I don't know. That's where John always imagined he was.

1:09:15 > 1:09:18Or where John knew damned well he was.

1:09:18 > 1:09:21Have you talked to him? About abstention?

1:09:22 > 1:09:23He's asleep.

1:09:23 > 1:09:26It'll only work if he's determined to do it himself.

1:09:37 > 1:09:40- Anne.- Ssh!

1:09:41 > 1:09:42I...

1:09:43 > 1:09:45Anne.

1:09:46 > 1:09:49I should have done more. At Thorp Green.

1:09:49 > 1:09:52I should have stopped him, I should've told someone,

1:09:52 > 1:09:53I should've...

1:09:54 > 1:09:59I'm...complicit in their sin.

1:09:59 > 1:10:01No, you're not.

1:10:01 > 1:10:03- You were in an impossible position. - I let it happen.

1:10:04 > 1:10:07All I did was leave, in the end...

1:10:09 > 1:10:12I was a coward.

1:10:12 > 1:10:14A moral coward, before God.

1:10:22 > 1:10:24WOMAN LAUGHS

1:10:28 > 1:10:31CHORUS OF LAUGHTER

1:10:52 > 1:10:54LAUGHTER BECOMES MORE RIOTOUS

1:11:01 > 1:11:03Are you all right, lad?

1:11:35 > 1:11:37Lydia.

1:11:50 > 1:11:54Wake up! Wake up! There's a fire.

1:11:54 > 1:11:55HE SHIVERS

1:11:55 > 1:11:56I think I've put it out.

1:11:58 > 1:12:00Branwell! Branwell! Branwell!

1:12:00 > 1:12:02Look at me.

1:12:02 > 1:12:03Branwell!

1:12:03 > 1:12:05Delirium tremens.

1:12:05 > 1:12:06It's when someone

1:12:06 > 1:12:09who's been drinking solidly for weeks suddenly stops.

1:12:10 > 1:12:15Either through choice or, more usually, lack of funds.

1:12:17 > 1:12:21The body doesn't know how to respond, so it goes into spasm.

1:12:23 > 1:12:25Will it happen again?

1:12:26 > 1:12:28With care...no.

1:12:30 > 1:12:32But you do need to keep an eye on him.

1:12:32 > 1:12:35He's lucky. You could've been sending

1:12:35 > 1:12:37for the undertaker this morning, Mr Bronte, not me.

1:12:53 > 1:12:57I think rather than come back in here,

1:12:57 > 1:13:01he should stay in my bedroom with me.

1:13:03 > 1:13:04For the time being.

1:13:22 > 1:13:25I wrote a rhyme for you.

1:13:26 > 1:13:27Did you?

1:13:29 > 1:13:32Well, I wrote it, and I was thinking about you, after I'd written it.

1:13:32 > 1:13:33So...

1:13:35 > 1:13:37It goes...

1:13:37 > 1:13:39D'you want to hear it?

1:13:39 > 1:13:40Yes.

1:13:43 > 1:13:44It starts, it's...

1:13:45 > 1:13:47The first line is...

1:13:49 > 1:13:51It goes...

1:13:51 > 1:13:52"No coward soul is mine

1:13:54 > 1:13:57"No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere

1:13:59 > 1:14:01"I see Heaven's glories shine

1:14:01 > 1:14:03"And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear..."

1:14:03 > 1:14:05Take your time.

1:14:07 > 1:14:09"Oh, God, within my breast...

1:14:12 > 1:14:14"Oh, God, within my breast

1:14:14 > 1:14:17"Almighty ever-present Deity

1:14:17 > 1:14:21"Life That in me hast rest,

1:14:21 > 1:14:24"As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

1:14:27 > 1:14:30"Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts

1:14:31 > 1:14:33"Unutterably vain,

1:14:33 > 1:14:36"Worthless as withered weeds

1:14:36 > 1:14:39"Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

1:14:39 > 1:14:42"To waken doubt in one...

1:14:43 > 1:14:48"To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thy infinity,

1:14:48 > 1:14:52"So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of Immortality

1:14:54 > 1:14:58"With wide-embracing love

1:14:58 > 1:15:00"Thy spirit animates eternal years

1:15:02 > 1:15:05"Pervades and broods above

1:15:05 > 1:15:09"Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

1:15:11 > 1:15:14"Though earth and moon were gone

1:15:14 > 1:15:17"And suns and universes ceased to be

1:15:17 > 1:15:19"And Thou wert left alone

1:15:21 > 1:15:23"Every existence would exist in thee

1:15:25 > 1:15:28"There is not room for Death

1:15:29 > 1:15:32"Nor atom that his might could render void

1:15:32 > 1:15:35"Since thou art Being and Breath

1:15:36 > 1:15:39"And what thou art may never be destroyed."

1:15:42 > 1:15:44There's nothing to be frightened of.

1:15:47 > 1:15:48Not for someone like you.

1:15:58 > 1:15:59I love you.

1:16:03 > 1:16:04Good.

1:16:06 > 1:16:08I love you.

1:16:16 > 1:16:18- Who?- Currer. Bell.

1:16:18 > 1:16:21- There's no-one of that name here. - No, I know that, Mr Bronte,

1:16:21 > 1:16:25- only it's addressed to here, so... - That's a mystery.

1:16:25 > 1:16:28There's no-one of that name in the entire parish,

1:16:28 > 1:16:30as far as I'm aware.

1:16:30 > 1:16:32No, well, that's why I thought happen a visitor.

1:16:32 > 1:16:35No, no. No visitors.

1:16:35 > 1:16:37Not at the moment.

1:16:37 > 1:16:40Fair enough, I'll take it back to sorting office then.

1:16:56 > 1:17:00- Ah, morning, Miss Bronte. - Did I hear the name?

1:17:01 > 1:17:03- Currer Bell?- Yes.

1:17:03 > 1:17:08Good. That's not me. Obviously. But if I could take it,

1:17:08 > 1:17:09I can make sure it reaches him.

1:17:09 > 1:17:11Him.

1:17:13 > 1:17:16You see, he... Papa, he forgets.

1:17:16 > 1:17:21He's... Mr Bell, he's not here.

1:17:21 > 1:17:24He was here. But now...he isn't.

1:17:24 > 1:17:27So, I can forward it to him. I have his address.

1:17:29 > 1:17:31It's a funny name.

1:17:31 > 1:17:34Currer. I thought happen it were summat to do wi' Mr Nicholls.

1:17:34 > 1:17:37- Arthur Bell Nicholls.- No. No, no, no, that's... It's just...

1:17:37 > 1:17:40That's just coincidental. Can I take it?

1:17:40 > 1:17:43Good! Well, that saves me filling in a docket back at sorting office.

1:17:43 > 1:17:45I'm much obliged. And so will he be.

1:17:45 > 1:17:48How's your...brother? Is he...?

1:17:48 > 1:17:49Oh, he...

1:17:50 > 1:17:52He's...you know.

1:17:54 > 1:17:56Till tomorrow, then! Miss Bronte.

1:17:56 > 1:17:58Bye! Bye. Bye.

1:18:31 > 1:18:32Where's Emily?

1:18:32 > 1:18:34Kitchen. D'you want her?

1:18:36 > 1:18:38Letter from a publisher.

1:18:41 > 1:18:43Emily!

1:18:53 > 1:18:55Thomas Cautley Newby

1:18:55 > 1:18:58is offering to publish Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey.

1:18:58 > 1:19:01His terms are steep, but he's offering to publish them,

1:19:01 > 1:19:03which is more than anyone else has done, so...

1:19:03 > 1:19:04What about The Professor?

1:19:04 > 1:19:05No.

1:19:05 > 1:19:08- No, he's not offering to publish that.- Why?

1:19:08 > 1:19:12- So you need to think about how you want to approach this.- No, that's...

1:19:12 > 1:19:14We should publish them all together or not at all. Surely.

1:19:14 > 1:19:17That's sentimental, it's kind,

1:19:17 > 1:19:19but it's nonsense.

1:19:19 > 1:19:22This is a solid offer, not a generous one, as I say,

1:19:22 > 1:19:25but I'll persevere in sending out The Professor

1:19:25 > 1:19:28and with the other one that I've been writing.

1:19:28 > 1:19:31But in the meantime, you've got a choice to make. Read it.

1:19:33 > 1:19:35He's asking for you to provide an advance of £50

1:19:35 > 1:19:37towards the cost of publication.

1:19:37 > 1:19:40But clearly he believes it's viable or he wouldn't make the offer.

1:19:40 > 1:19:44- This is addressed to Currer Bell. - Yes. That was interesting.

1:19:44 > 1:19:47- You didn't... - Of course not! I had to...

1:19:49 > 1:19:50..fib.

1:19:50 > 1:19:52£50.

1:19:52 > 1:19:56Perhaps that's normal. Perhaps whoever undertook to publish it

1:19:56 > 1:19:58would ask for an advance of that sort.

1:19:58 > 1:20:02- We're a risk, we're unknown, despite the poems.- Because of the poems.

1:20:02 > 1:20:03Two copies sold.

1:20:04 > 1:20:07You will...persist?

1:20:07 > 1:20:09Oh, yes.

1:20:29 > 1:20:31BANGING ON DOOR

1:20:38 > 1:20:39Yes?

1:20:39 > 1:20:42I'd like to speak to Mr Bronte.

1:20:42 > 1:20:43The Reverend Bronte?

1:20:43 > 1:20:45Mr Patrick Bronte.

1:20:45 > 1:20:47What shall I say it's to do with?

1:20:47 > 1:20:49Is he in?

1:20:49 > 1:20:50Who wants to know?

1:20:50 > 1:20:53I'm a bailiff of the county appointed by Mr Rawson,

1:20:53 > 1:20:55the magistrate at Halifax.

1:20:55 > 1:20:57I'm here about an unpaid debt. Is Mr Bronte in?

1:20:59 > 1:21:00I'll...

1:21:01 > 1:21:04You'll just have to give me a minute.

1:21:11 > 1:21:13SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

1:21:13 > 1:21:14Yes?

1:21:17 > 1:21:20The's a man at the door, Mr Bronte.

1:21:20 > 1:21:23He says he's here about an unpaid debt.

1:21:23 > 1:21:27He says he's been sent by a magistrate at Halifax.

1:21:46 > 1:21:50- Now, then, gentlemen. How may I help you?- Mr Patrick Bronte?- Yes.

1:21:50 > 1:21:54I'm appointed by the Magistrate at Halifax to collect a debt of

1:21:54 > 1:21:55£14, 10s 6d,

1:21:55 > 1:21:58owing to Mr Crowther of the Commercial in Northgate, Halifax,

1:21:58 > 1:22:01and now outstanding for a total of eight months.

1:22:01 > 1:22:04What's going on? Branwell, what's going on?

1:22:04 > 1:22:06Branwell...

1:22:06 > 1:22:08Shift. Shift...

1:22:13 > 1:22:14Whoa, whoa, whoa!

1:22:14 > 1:22:17Not so fast, little fella. Steady now!

1:22:17 > 1:22:19You don't want me to hurt you.

1:22:19 > 1:22:23And you don't want to hurt me, cos, if you do,

1:22:23 > 1:22:24- there'll be bother.- Get off me!

1:22:25 > 1:22:28I think it must be my son that you want.

1:22:28 > 1:22:31Your son? Right, well, where is your son, Mr Bronte?

1:22:31 > 1:22:33I've got him, Mr Riley!

1:22:36 > 1:22:39- Emily! Get him off me! I can't breathe, Emily!- Stop wriggling!

1:22:39 > 1:22:42- Stop struggling! You're not going anywhere!- I've done nothing wrong!

1:22:42 > 1:22:45- You've got the wrong man! - What were you legging it for then?

1:22:45 > 1:22:46And why did you try and hit me, you little twat.

1:22:46 > 1:22:49- Get your hands off me! - Are you Patrick Bronte?- Up!

1:22:52 > 1:22:54Are you Patrick Branwell Bronte?

1:22:54 > 1:22:56Answer the man!

1:22:56 > 1:22:58I have no idea who these people are.

1:22:59 > 1:23:03You owe money to some publican in Halifax.

1:23:03 > 1:23:05And if the debt isn't paid,

1:23:05 > 1:23:07they'll take you to the debtors' prison.

1:23:07 > 1:23:09You'd best pay up then, eh?

1:23:13 > 1:23:14Take him.

1:23:14 > 1:23:16What?

1:23:16 > 1:23:19No! Papa, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

1:23:19 > 1:23:22I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! Charlotte! Emily!

1:23:22 > 1:23:26We have money. We have money! We have money, please stop them.

1:23:26 > 1:23:27- Please.- Hang on, boys!

1:23:37 > 1:23:40- Bring him back.- If it's all right with you, Reverend,

1:23:40 > 1:23:43my colleagues'll keep hold of him until I've got the remittance.

1:23:43 > 1:23:45I shall require a receipt.

1:23:47 > 1:23:48I shall give you one.

1:24:22 > 1:24:24Come on.

1:24:29 > 1:24:31It's all right.

1:24:41 > 1:24:44"Gentlemen. I have received your communication

1:24:44 > 1:24:46"of the 5th instant, for which I thank you.

1:24:46 > 1:24:49"Your objection to the want of varied interest in The Professor is,

1:24:49 > 1:24:52"I am aware, not without grounds.

1:24:52 > 1:24:54"I have a second narrative in three volumes now completed,

1:24:54 > 1:24:57"to which I have endeavoured to impart a more vivid interest

1:24:57 > 1:24:59"than belongs to The Professor.

1:24:59 > 1:25:02"I send you per rail a manuscript, entitled Jane Eyre,

1:25:02 > 1:25:05"a novel in three volumes by Currer Bell."

1:26:21 > 1:26:24VOICES IN ANOTHER ROOM

1:26:24 > 1:26:27- BRANWELL:- One of us is not going to leave that room alive!

1:26:27 > 1:26:29I will either kill you or I will kill myself!

1:26:29 > 1:26:32Do you want me to kill myself? Eh?

1:26:32 > 1:26:34Cos if I do, old man, you can rest assured

1:26:34 > 1:26:36that you'll have driven me to it

1:26:36 > 1:26:39with your endless prayers and your drivel!

1:26:39 > 1:26:44Can you not understand, can you not get the idea

1:26:44 > 1:26:49that the only...only respite I have from the misery of my existence

1:26:49 > 1:26:53is being allowed a little bit of something to drink.

1:26:53 > 1:26:55I'm only asking for a shilling, for God's sake!

1:26:55 > 1:26:57Just...just take it.

1:27:17 > 1:27:21He'll just go on and on until he gets what he wants anyway.

1:27:22 > 1:27:23And I just...

1:27:25 > 1:27:27..I don't always have the energy...

1:27:29 > 1:27:30..any more.

1:27:59 > 1:28:02I know this is contradicting what I've said before, but...

1:28:03 > 1:28:06..my second thoughts are, occasionally,

1:28:06 > 1:28:07better than my first ones.

1:28:08 > 1:28:11I think you should tell Papa about Jane Eyre.

1:28:13 > 1:28:15About how successful it's been.

1:28:17 > 1:28:19Why?

1:28:19 > 1:28:21I think it would help him to know

1:28:21 > 1:28:24that we now seem to have found a means of supporting ourselves,

1:28:24 > 1:28:29possibly, in the event of... whenever something happens to him.

1:28:30 > 1:28:32Why Jane Eyre?

1:28:32 > 1:28:35No, we'll tell him about everything, but just...as a way in.

1:28:37 > 1:28:40But then...he'll read it.

1:28:44 > 1:28:46Now?

1:29:48 > 1:29:49SHE KNOCKS

1:29:49 > 1:29:50Hello?

1:29:51 > 1:29:53Papa?

1:29:55 > 1:29:57Have you got a moment?

1:29:57 > 1:29:59Yeah, quickly.

1:30:02 > 1:30:04I've...

1:30:05 > 1:30:07I've...I've been writing a book.

1:30:07 > 1:30:10- A book. And...- Oh, well...

1:30:10 > 1:30:13Would you like to read it?

1:30:13 > 1:30:15No, I can't.

1:30:15 > 1:30:16I don't have time.

1:30:16 > 1:30:20And you know, with your tiny, little writing, I can't see it.

1:30:20 > 1:30:21But well done.

1:30:24 > 1:30:27The thing is, you see... it's published.

1:30:27 > 1:30:29It's been published,

1:30:29 > 1:30:34it's a properly published... it's a book in three volumes.

1:30:39 > 1:30:40Well, well!

1:30:44 > 1:30:46Currer Bell.

1:30:46 > 1:30:49- No, he's famous, he's... - No, that's me.

1:30:50 > 1:30:52That's you? What's you?!

1:30:52 > 1:30:54That...

1:30:54 > 1:30:56I've published under a pseudonym.

1:30:56 > 1:30:59Currer Bell. You see, it's the same initials.

1:30:59 > 1:31:02And the thing is, it's just about to go into a second edition.

1:31:02 > 1:31:05It's...sold a lot of copies.

1:31:05 > 1:31:08It's been really quite unusually successful.

1:31:10 > 1:31:13There's a stage play of it in rehearsal as we speak

1:31:13 > 1:31:16at a theatre in... the Victoria Theatre, in fact,

1:31:16 > 1:31:17in London.

1:31:19 > 1:31:21It's been so, um...

1:31:21 > 1:31:23hugely well received.

1:31:25 > 1:31:26But I...

1:31:27 > 1:31:30So...you're...?

1:31:30 > 1:31:34- You're...?!- Yes.

1:31:34 > 1:31:37And...I've made money.

1:31:37 > 1:31:39With the prospect of making quite a lot more.

1:31:39 > 1:31:43And if we...if I continue to work hard

1:31:43 > 1:31:45and produce the kind of writing

1:31:45 > 1:31:47that people are prepared to pay money for,

1:31:47 > 1:31:51then it should furnish us with a comfortable existence.

1:31:55 > 1:31:57Would you like me to read you some of the reviews?

1:31:57 > 1:31:59Well, I...

1:31:59 > 1:32:01HE LAUGHS

1:32:02 > 1:32:06- Why have you kept it such a secret? - To protect ourselves.

1:32:06 > 1:32:10We've been accused of vulgarity and coarseness.

1:32:10 > 1:32:13I have "forfeited my right to be called a member of the fairer sex"

1:32:13 > 1:32:15according to Lady Eastlake,

1:32:15 > 1:32:17who speculates that Currer Bell might actually be a woman

1:32:17 > 1:32:20and complicit in the revolutions throughout Europe.

1:32:20 > 1:32:24"We do not hesitate to say that the tone of mind and thought

1:32:24 > 1:32:28"which has overthrown authority and violated every code -

1:32:28 > 1:32:30"human and divine - abroad,

1:32:30 > 1:32:33"and fostered Chartism and rebellion at home,

1:32:33 > 1:32:35"is the same which has also written Jane Eyre."

1:32:35 > 1:32:36Jane Eyre.

1:32:37 > 1:32:40- And why is it vulgar? - It isn't, Papa!

1:32:40 > 1:32:44People are just squeamish about the truth, about real life.

1:32:44 > 1:32:47Our work is clever. It's truthful.

1:32:47 > 1:32:51It's new, it's fresh, it's vivid and subtle and forthright.

1:32:52 > 1:32:56But...more importantly, the point is...

1:32:58 > 1:33:00..we didn't want Branwell to know.

1:33:01 > 1:33:04That's first and foremost why we've kept it a secret.

1:33:04 > 1:33:06It's not that he'd be scathing, we can stand that.

1:33:06 > 1:33:08It's because it's what he always wanted to do.

1:33:08 > 1:33:11And now it looks less and less likely that he ever will,

1:33:11 > 1:33:13it'd be like rubbing salt into a wound.

1:33:13 > 1:33:16No-one can ever know who we are. We've agreed.

1:33:16 > 1:33:19We just didn't want you to worry that we weren't

1:33:19 > 1:33:22doing anything with ourselves, because we have been. We are!

1:33:23 > 1:33:26So, who else knows, besides me?

1:33:26 > 1:33:28- No-one.- I've not even told Ellen.

1:33:28 > 1:33:29Tabby?

1:33:29 > 1:33:32- No-one.- The publishers don't even know who we are.

1:33:32 > 1:33:34They think we're three men.

1:33:34 > 1:33:37- We'd like to keep it that way. - We just wanted you to know.

1:33:40 > 1:33:41HE SIGHS

1:33:44 > 1:33:46Little Helen Burns.

1:33:49 > 1:33:51That's your little sister, Maria.

1:33:52 > 1:33:54Maria was our big sister.

1:33:55 > 1:33:57Yeah. Of course she was.

1:34:00 > 1:34:02Of course she was.

1:34:04 > 1:34:07Not a day passes when I don't think about her.

1:34:10 > 1:34:12And little Elizabeth.

1:34:14 > 1:34:16And your mother.

1:34:29 > 1:34:31I am very proud of you.

1:34:40 > 1:34:42I always have been.

1:34:44 > 1:34:46CHURCH BELLS RING

1:34:56 > 1:34:57"Sunday.

1:34:57 > 1:35:02"Dear John, I shall feel very much obliged to you

1:35:02 > 1:35:04"if can contrive to get me

1:35:04 > 1:35:07"fivepence-worth of gin in a proper measure.

1:35:07 > 1:35:12"Should it be speedily got, I could perhaps take it from you or Billy

1:35:12 > 1:35:17"at the lane top or what would be quite as well, sent out for, to you.

1:35:19 > 1:35:22"I anxiously ask the favour because I know the good it will do me.

1:35:24 > 1:35:27"Punctually, at half past nine in the morning, you will be paid

1:35:27 > 1:35:31"the fivepence out of a shilling given me then.

1:35:31 > 1:35:33"Yours, PBB."

1:35:36 > 1:35:39CHURCH BELLS RING

1:36:03 > 1:36:06HE COUGHS

1:36:11 > 1:36:13BELLS CONTINUE RINGING

1:36:52 > 1:36:54(Have you got a minute?)

1:37:06 > 1:37:09- What? - We're going to have to go to London.

1:37:09 > 1:37:12- Who is?- We are. All three of us.

1:37:12 > 1:37:15- When?- Today.

1:37:15 > 1:37:16Why?

1:37:20 > 1:37:22Your...

1:37:22 > 1:37:26Mr Newby must've... I don't know...

1:37:26 > 1:37:29sold the first few pages of The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall

1:37:29 > 1:37:31to an American publisher on the understanding

1:37:31 > 1:37:33that it was written Currer Bell.

1:37:33 > 1:37:35Well, it's obviously a misunderstanding.

1:37:35 > 1:37:37No. Will you...

1:37:37 > 1:37:39please...see

1:37:39 > 1:37:43that this man is a con man. A rogue!

1:37:43 > 1:37:45How many mistakes did he print in Wuthering Heights?

1:37:45 > 1:37:48Proofs that you painstakingly corrected that he ignored,

1:37:48 > 1:37:51and now this. My publisher is livid

1:37:51 > 1:37:54that I could have sold my next novel to another publisher.

1:37:54 > 1:37:56They have first refusal of my next two novels,

1:37:56 > 1:37:59and now they think I'm some kind of unscrupulous double-dealer!

1:37:59 > 1:38:02- Well, just write and explain.- No.

1:38:02 > 1:38:05No, we have to go to London

1:38:05 > 1:38:08and give ocular proof that we are three separate people,

1:38:08 > 1:38:10the novels are not all the work of one person,

1:38:10 > 1:38:12and that this is absolute trash.

1:38:12 > 1:38:14Well, I'm not going.

1:38:14 > 1:38:18- Why?- Because you can write a letter and explain all that,

1:38:18 > 1:38:22- and just say that Newby's made a mistake.- This is not a mistake!

1:38:22 > 1:38:25This is a deliberate and deceitful attempt

1:38:25 > 1:38:27to cash in on the success of Jane Eyre. Sorry.

1:38:27 > 1:38:29- It isn't!- It is!

1:38:29 > 1:38:32Newby has made the mistake, along with a lot of other people,

1:38:32 > 1:38:35of assuming we're all one person, that is all it is.

1:38:35 > 1:38:38Why are you so obtuse?

1:38:38 > 1:38:40Why are you so melodramatic?

1:38:40 > 1:38:41Emily!

1:38:41 > 1:38:44I don't want The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall promoted and sold

1:38:44 > 1:38:47on a deceitful... misunderstanding, whichever,

1:38:47 > 1:38:49that it's by anyone other than me.

1:38:49 > 1:38:51We have to go to London.

1:38:51 > 1:38:52Now.

1:38:52 > 1:38:54Today.

1:38:54 > 1:38:56And explain to Mr Smith and Mr Smith Williams what's happened.

1:38:56 > 1:38:59It's intolerable to imagine they could think I could be so slippery.

1:38:59 > 1:39:01But, wait, look, you can't.

1:39:01 > 1:39:03You can't go to London and explain who you are

1:39:03 > 1:39:06- because they will see you. - That's the whole point.

1:39:06 > 1:39:08Yes, and you promised - you promised me -

1:39:08 > 1:39:11that we would never reveal ourselves to anyone. Ever.

1:39:11 > 1:39:12Well...

1:39:12 > 1:39:17I'm afraid because of your...Mr Newby...

1:39:18 > 1:39:21..we now find ourselves in a... situation.

1:39:21 > 1:39:24Emily...I think we should go.

1:39:24 > 1:39:26No! You're not going, either.

1:39:26 > 1:39:27- No, I am!- No, you're not.

1:39:27 > 1:39:30Newby's compromised my integrity just as much as Charlotte's.

1:39:30 > 1:39:32I shan't publish with him again.

1:39:32 > 1:39:36If you won't come with us, that's...that's your choice.

1:39:36 > 1:39:39We don't need to fall out about this, Emily.

1:39:39 > 1:39:41It's about your novel - and your name.

1:39:41 > 1:39:43It's got NOTHING to do with me!

1:39:45 > 1:39:46Don't be like that, Em...

1:40:03 > 1:40:05What's the matter?

1:40:09 > 1:40:10Emily.

1:40:17 > 1:40:21Yes, but you do know her bark's worse than her bite, don't you?

1:40:28 > 1:40:31TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

1:41:42 > 1:41:44Charlotte...

1:41:44 > 1:41:45Jane Eyre.

1:41:46 > 1:41:48Look.

1:42:04 > 1:42:06Can I help you, ladies?

1:42:07 > 1:42:09Yes.

1:42:11 > 1:42:12Yes, I'd...

1:42:17 > 1:42:21We'd like to speak to Mr George Smith, please.

1:42:21 > 1:42:22Mr Smith?

1:42:22 > 1:42:24Mr Smith's very busy.

1:42:25 > 1:42:26Yes...

1:42:28 > 1:42:31But the thing is, you see... It's important.

1:42:32 > 1:42:34Can I tell him what it's about?

1:42:34 > 1:42:36Just...

1:42:37 > 1:42:39Just that it's a matter of importance.

1:42:41 > 1:42:43I'll, er... I'll see what...

1:42:43 > 1:42:45I'll see if he's got a minute.

1:42:45 > 1:42:48- Who should I say is asking to see him?- It's...

1:42:51 > 1:42:52That's delicate.

1:42:52 > 1:42:54He is a very busy man.

1:42:54 > 1:42:56We've been travelling for 17 hours,

1:42:56 > 1:42:59and we'll take up less than one minute of his time.

1:43:10 > 1:43:12- Sir, two ladies asking to see you. - What ladies?

1:43:12 > 1:43:14- Didn't give a name, sir. - What's it about?

1:43:14 > 1:43:17The only thing I could prise out, sir, is that it's important.

1:43:17 > 1:43:21- To me or to them?- They've asked for no more than a minute of your time.

1:43:21 > 1:43:24They say they've travelled for 17 hours.

1:43:31 > 1:43:34Ladies. How can I help you?

1:43:35 > 1:43:38- Am I addressing Mr George Smith? - Yes.

1:43:40 > 1:43:42It's a confidential matter.

1:43:53 > 1:43:54We're...

1:43:56 > 1:43:58We're here to address a misunderstanding,

1:43:58 > 1:44:01which, once accomplished, will be to everyone's advantage,

1:44:01 > 1:44:02yours as much as ours.

1:44:02 > 1:44:06And so we apologise for what must be an interruption

1:44:06 > 1:44:07to your morning's work.

1:44:07 > 1:44:10But perhaps if I gave you this, it would clarify who we are.

1:44:14 > 1:44:16Where did you get this letter?

1:44:16 > 1:44:19In the post. From you.

1:44:19 > 1:44:20You sent it to me.

1:44:23 > 1:44:26I am...Currer Bell.

1:44:27 > 1:44:29C Bronte, that's me.

1:44:29 > 1:44:31And this is Acton Bell,

1:44:31 > 1:44:32author of Agnes Grey.

1:44:32 > 1:44:36The point is, author of The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall, not me.

1:44:36 > 1:44:40And Ellis couldn't come. Ellis didn't want to come.

1:44:40 > 1:44:44Ellis is... Anyway...the point is...

1:44:44 > 1:44:46we are three sisters.

1:44:47 > 1:44:50I have not sold the first few pages of my next novel

1:44:50 > 1:44:53to an America publisher, as claimed by Mr Thomas Cautley Newby.

1:44:53 > 1:44:56That is not my novel, it's Acton's.

1:44:56 > 1:45:00I...Mr Smith, have nothing, exactly nothing, to do with Mr Newby.

1:45:00 > 1:45:03And nor will my sister, now she has seen him in his true colours.

1:45:03 > 1:45:05We are people of integrity.

1:45:05 > 1:45:07And probity.

1:45:07 > 1:45:10And that is why we are here.

1:45:10 > 1:45:11To set matters straight.

1:45:11 > 1:45:14Sorry, you're...

1:45:15 > 1:45:17You are Currer Bell?

1:45:17 > 1:45:20What makes you doubt it, Mr Smith?

1:45:20 > 1:45:22My accent? My gender? My size?

1:45:28 > 1:45:30Oh, good heavens!

1:45:30 > 1:45:31Oh, good Lord!

1:45:31 > 1:45:35Forgive me, I'm sorry.

1:45:35 > 1:45:39I'm sorry, too, we've caught you off-guard.

1:45:39 > 1:45:42But you see, we felt it best to come and see you in person,

1:45:42 > 1:45:44given the tone of your letter.

1:45:44 > 1:45:47I wanted no room left for any further misunderstanding or doubt.

1:45:47 > 1:45:49That's deeply, deeply appreciated, Miss...

1:45:49 > 1:45:51BOTH: Bronte.

1:45:51 > 1:45:53And a great relief, of course.

1:45:53 > 1:45:56Have you really been travelling for 17 hours?

1:45:56 > 1:45:59Through the night. Such was the tone of your letter that..

1:45:59 > 1:46:00You must be exhausted.

1:46:02 > 1:46:04Oddly, Mr Smith, I feel extraordinarily awake.

1:46:04 > 1:46:06Where are you staying?

1:46:06 > 1:46:09We've booked into the Chapter Coffee House. In Paternoster Row.

1:46:09 > 1:46:12Our father stayed there briefly before he went up to Cambridge.

1:46:12 > 1:46:17And my sister and I, my other sister, Ellis, did once,

1:46:17 > 1:46:22- before we travelled to Brussels. - You've taken my breath away.

1:46:22 > 1:46:25Miss Bronte. Oh, you have to meet people.

1:46:25 > 1:46:29Have you any idea how many people want to... Thackeray!

1:46:29 > 1:46:32Thackeray, Thackeray... Thackeray will have to meet you.

1:46:32 > 1:46:34Er...Kent, Kent.

1:46:35 > 1:46:38Kent! Fetch Smith Williams! You have to meet Smith Williams.

1:46:38 > 1:46:42He...he is such an admirer of...of...of...

1:46:42 > 1:46:43He was...

1:46:43 > 1:46:45..of your genius.

1:46:45 > 1:46:51He was the one that read...that read The Professor, and saw instantly,

1:46:51 > 1:46:54before Jane Eyre - which is glorious, by the way -

1:46:54 > 1:46:56um, he saw...

1:46:56 > 1:46:59he saw, he saw, Miss Bronte.

1:47:02 > 1:47:06The whole of literary London - the whole of London -

1:47:06 > 1:47:09will fall over itself to spend a minute

1:47:09 > 1:47:11in the company of Currer Bell.

1:47:12 > 1:47:14Um, somebody really needs

1:47:14 > 1:47:17to do something about this Mr Newby, though, Mr Smith.

1:47:17 > 1:47:19Absolutely, indeed. He will be dealt with.

1:47:19 > 1:47:22Please, please, come through to my office.

1:47:22 > 1:47:24Ah, Smith Williams!

1:47:24 > 1:47:25This...

1:47:25 > 1:47:27This is...

1:47:27 > 1:47:28Currer Bell.

1:47:31 > 1:47:33Oh, how perfect.

1:47:37 > 1:47:39How delightful.

1:47:39 > 1:47:41And this is Acton...Bell.

1:47:42 > 1:47:45- Ellis couldn't come. - Do you like opera?

1:47:57 > 1:47:59BRANWELL COUGHS

1:48:05 > 1:48:08I'll see to him, I'll sit with him.

1:48:11 > 1:48:12Are you sure?

1:48:12 > 1:48:14You go sleep in their bed.

1:48:14 > 1:48:15Branwell.

1:48:16 > 1:48:17I'm going to be sick.

1:48:19 > 1:48:21HE VOMITS

1:48:44 > 1:48:46You're back!

1:48:46 > 1:48:49That was quick! All the way to London.

1:48:49 > 1:48:52- How were things here?- Oh, well,

1:48:52 > 1:48:57we've had sad work with Branwell. But other than that...

1:48:57 > 1:48:59Good. Good.

1:49:06 > 1:49:09You're the last person in the world I want to fall out with.

1:49:09 > 1:49:11I know.

1:49:22 > 1:49:25We only told Mr Smith and Mr Smith Williams.

1:49:25 > 1:49:27Well, and Newby, later.

1:49:27 > 1:49:31No-one else. We made it clear they hadn't to tell anyone else either.

1:49:31 > 1:49:33They took us to the Royal Opera House,

1:49:33 > 1:49:35Mr Smith and Mr Smith Williams did,

1:49:35 > 1:49:37with Mr Smith's mother and his sisters,

1:49:37 > 1:49:39and us with nothing to wear but what we'd gone in.

1:49:39 > 1:49:40They'd no idea who we were!

1:49:40 > 1:49:43Heaven alone knows what they must have thought about us.

1:49:45 > 1:49:46He's...

1:49:48 > 1:49:50What?

1:49:53 > 1:49:54Branwell.

1:49:54 > 1:49:57He's been vomiting blood.

1:50:10 > 1:50:11"Dear Ellen,

1:50:11 > 1:50:13"I received your letter informing us

1:50:13 > 1:50:16"of the time of your arrival in Keighley with great delight.

1:50:16 > 1:50:19"Emily and Anne anticipate your long-delayed visit

1:50:19 > 1:50:20"as eagerly as I do, myself.

1:50:20 > 1:50:24"We will be outside the Devonshire Arms promptly at two o'clock.

1:50:24 > 1:50:26"Wishing you a safe and comfortable journey."

1:50:26 > 1:50:28Anyone for Keighley?

1:50:32 > 1:50:33Ellen!

1:50:33 > 1:50:35Charlotte!

1:50:37 > 1:50:38Emily!

1:50:38 > 1:50:40- Anne!- Miss Nussey.

1:50:40 > 1:50:42Which one's your box? Is it this one?

1:50:42 > 1:50:44- Yes, that one there. - How was your journey?

1:50:44 > 1:50:45Long, tiresome.

1:50:45 > 1:50:47We haven't seen you for so long.

1:50:47 > 1:50:48I know, I've missed you.

1:50:48 > 1:50:50- Shall we go?- Yes.

1:51:00 > 1:51:03In the end I realised we'd delay your visit forever

1:51:03 > 1:51:04if we weren't careful.

1:51:04 > 1:51:06And he's so quiet now.

1:51:06 > 1:51:09We barely see him during the day. He just sleeps.

1:51:09 > 1:51:13I think more people have crosses to bear than we realise.

1:51:13 > 1:51:15On the domestic side.

1:51:15 > 1:51:16On the quiet.

1:51:18 > 1:51:21The oddest thing - I think I told you -

1:51:21 > 1:51:24The Robinson girls, you know the youngest two, Elizabeth and Mary?

1:51:24 > 1:51:26They've started writing to Anne.

1:51:26 > 1:51:30About six months after their father died.

1:51:30 > 1:51:33I mean, they're very fond of Anne, more than she imagined.

1:51:33 > 1:51:36Then they wanted to visit. Here.

1:51:37 > 1:51:40So we let them, and they came last week.

1:51:40 > 1:51:43Of course, Branwell knew nothing about it.

1:51:43 > 1:51:46- What were they like?- Oh.

1:51:46 > 1:51:47You know.

1:51:47 > 1:51:50Pretty. Vacuous.

1:51:50 > 1:51:52Non-stop yak-yak-yak.

1:51:52 > 1:51:54Emily popped her head in,

1:51:54 > 1:51:56purely to satisfy her own curiosity, of course,

1:51:56 > 1:51:59and then, after approximately four seconds, withdrew.

1:51:59 > 1:52:02It's one of the few occasions I've really enjoyed her surliness.

1:52:02 > 1:52:07Anyway, the point is, they told us last week...

1:52:09 > 1:52:10..that their mother...

1:52:12 > 1:52:14What?

1:52:17 > 1:52:19..is going to marry...

1:52:19 > 1:52:21Sir Edward Scott.

1:52:21 > 1:52:24So much for contrition and guilt and madness

1:52:24 > 1:52:26and clauses in people's wills.

1:52:26 > 1:52:29He's been very sadly used, Branwell.

1:52:30 > 1:52:31You didn't tell him?

1:52:32 > 1:52:34What purpose would it serve?

1:52:35 > 1:52:38I'm sorry to inflict all this on you, Ellen.

1:52:38 > 1:52:41Charlotte, I'm your oldest friend.

1:52:41 > 1:52:44You can tell me anything, you know that.

1:52:45 > 1:52:46Look!

1:52:50 > 1:52:53What is that? It's extraordinary.

1:52:53 > 1:52:54It's three suns!

1:52:57 > 1:53:00What is it? It's beautiful.

1:53:01 > 1:53:02It's you three.

1:53:30 > 1:53:32You can go now.

1:54:50 > 1:54:54You'll have to sit him up to get his shirt off.

1:55:51 > 1:55:55'Tis a shame you're embarked on this course of myopic self-destruction!

1:55:55 > 1:55:57'I despise everything you stand for!

1:55:57 > 1:55:59'Revolution is in the air!

1:55:59 > 1:56:02'Only a fool like you, sir, would ignore it!'

1:56:43 > 1:56:45..this is the famous dining room table,

1:56:45 > 1:56:48at which the sisters used to sit and write.

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