(Horse and carts in distance)
(Door bangs)
Is there more of them an' all? Go and get 'em, will you? They're in that back room.
- Let's be done with this. - All right.
Get a move on here!
Do you want the stuff up here down there?
How much did you say was coming up down here?
Fetch us a wedge from off of t'cart, so I can prop this door open.
- Just a couple of chairs. - I think so, aye.
(Furniture scraping)
(Horses' hooves clatter)
(Clock chimes)
- I've got it. - There's nowhere else to put it.
Excuse me, would you?
(Thudding)
There's a poorhouse in Settle. They'll take your children.
I'm not being parted from them.
I think you'd better talk to him.
- (Knock on door) WOMAN: George? We have to leave.
This house, it isn't ours, not any more.
It's just a house.
We'll be together.
I can't stand everyone knowing, that's all.
We're going to walk out of here with our heads held high.
Come on.
Worth a shilling, maybe.
(Grunts)
Come on.
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Sold everything to pay his debts.
You said we could come to you.
I'm sorry, Annie.
I've been sick of late.
That's fine.
Forget I came here.
- Mam? - (Door shuts)
What's going on?
Annie?
I'm sorry.
We need somewhere we can go.
Somewhere I can at least earn a wage. It'll get dark in a few hours.
- We can't sleep out on the streets. - There's jobs going, Culverdale way.
They're building a great bridge out there.
- That's 15 miles. - I'll find a train that'll take you.
(Train whistle blows)
(Engine chugs)
Where are we headed?
An adventure.
(Brakes squeal)
(Sniffs)
- Why have we stopped? - You have to change trains.
It's the end of the line. There's a different railway yonder.
PORTER: All change! This is the end of the line.
Connecting train across the valley.
- All change, please! - (Indistinct chatter)
Here.
- Take my hand. - Thank you.
- Here. Some steps... Ooh! - Thank you.
- We're headed for Culverdale. - It's this valley right here.
Here, let me help you, lad.
There we are.
(Train whistle blows)
- No, there's no need to carry our things. - It's no bother, ma'am.
Happen if you don't want to talk to me I can walk a little way in front.
(Train whistle blows)
- Step down here. - Steady.
I suppose this is where we part. I'm walking further west.
You should head over that ridge.
- Good luck to you and your family. - Thank you for your help.
Happen I'll come to call when you get settled.
I look forward to all the lively conversation.
(Shouting and hammering)
It's the ends of the earth.
(Banging and clattering)
(General hubbub)
(Banging and clattering)
NAVVY: See you later. - (Laughter)
(Clamour drowns speech)
To the left a bit. No, no, no, come back, come back to the right.
Ah, that's it, that's great. That's great. Look at that.
Oh, there should be an "s". There's two of us. Capsticks.
It's beer they want, woman, not a grammar lesson.
The name's Shaw, I'm the engineer.
You all work for me now.
I pay a fair wage for a fair day's work.
Put your mark in the book, you'll be assigned a work gang.
Your bunting's in the dirt, my fine lady.
How about a smile?
Everything's barter here. A smile for my arm, a fair trade.
- Can you tell me where there's work to be had? - Boss's office over yonder.
- How about a kiss instead, then? - How about I smack you with this suitcase?
(Laughs)
Shaw & Blackwood pay me to look after t'men.
Make sure they're fed, they've got a roof over them.
They're mostly villains, rough hands.
You don't belong here.
Nowhere else to go?
(Sighs) What are you going to do to earn a living out here on t'moors?
I don't yet know.
I just need a place of my own.
Are those for rent, those huts?
I need somewhere to sleep tonight.
40 shillings a week, beds enough for six.
Is there anywhere cheaper, perhaps?
(Sighs) You could take in lodgers, no shortage of men here.
I'll give you two days' grace on rent to set yourself up.
Who are you, then?
Ralph Coates, the new foreman.
Hired to work the next mile of the branch line, east of the valley.
I learnt my trade on the Baltimore-Ohio Railway.
Joseph Thornhill.
This here mile of track's mine. I'm the agent.
Senior foreman here on the viaduct build.
Nice berth you've got. Can you tell me where I can bunk down?
The flophouse is cheapest, across the way.
If you're staying, you'd better go with this gentleman.
There's a vacant hut round the back of the flophouse.
All right?
Good day.
(Door shuts)
How long since he died?
Your husband?
Who told you that?
I'm a railway foreman, ma'am.
Two things I make my business:
The railways and the folks that work 'em.
(Geese cackle)
(Women laughing)
(Water splashes)
Excuse me asking, where's the line?
- You just arrived in town? - I rode in on the goods train.
I'm Johnny Jackson.
I'm looking for work.
Look for the office that says "Shaw & Blackwood". Ask there.
- I'm obliged to you. - Fine manners.
- Never heard the like. - (Chuckles)
There's a space on my gang, Your Highness.
(Distant hammering and banging)
(Geese cackling)
(Door shuts)
George, have you got ink and paper?
We need to make more than just the rent.
We need to buy our way back home again.
(Cock crows)
(Indistinct chatter)
Come on, George.
Morning. I brought you some rations.
- I can't possibly take your food. - I can.
- (Laughs) - George?
Every mouthful a banquet.
There's really no need, sir. We're just on our way to market.
Ma'am, you can't survive without a favour every now and then.
Maybe someday you can pay me back again.
Thank you.
(Bell clangs)
I did my best with what I could find.
I married you for your kissing, not your sandwiches. (Chuckles)
I have a theory about navvy boys. Born fighters. In their nature.
But if you're on my gang, the only thing you'll be fighting is that bedrock.
- You hear me, navvy? - Aye.
- Tiger? - Aye, Jack.
- Davie Boy? - Aye, Jack.
- Walker? Shay? BOTH: Aye, Jack.
- Red? - Aye, Jack.
- Skinny? - Aye, Jack.
And what do I call you?
- His Royal Highness, the Prince. - (All laugh)
All right, let's get some work done. Come on.
(Muted chatter)
The London line ends there and then the Midland line begins.
Two networks, two locomotives.
And just your estate between them, eh, Blackwood?
And that spells opportunity. Yes, sir.
A viaduct linking the networks, making this country one nation.
And you need money to finish it, hence this rather fine luncheon.
What would your father have thought about all these... squatters on his land?
He traded in sugar. Sugar's the past.
Railways are our future.
Ah, see, here's Mr Shaw, the engineer.
- We set up this venture together. - So, how are you faring?
It's going to take some persuasion before they open their wallets.
- Gentlemen. - Mr Shaw.
- How are you doing?
(Horse snorts)
- Away! - Clear!
(Whirring, heavy clang)
(Rattles)
Drag it back now and stow it tight.
(Exhales) Pack that with powder tomorrow.
She'll do the digging of 100 men.
(Metallic clanking)
- (Clunk) - Aye.
(Whirs)
Who let that thing off its pegs?
That new man, he were careless.
- It wasn't me. - I saw you.
You couldn't see nothing with so much drink inside you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- The Prince is a boxer, as well, look. - Red, you lose a day's clink.
Now move yourselves!
Right.
Someone's been in that bag and they've taken half my things.
It must have happened when we left the bags outside.
- I hate this place. Why have we come here? - Hey, don't say that.
At least we've got a roof and we're together.
So we've really gotta stay in this crate, side by side with a bunch of strangers?
Look, this here's the parlour. T'kitchen and t'scullery are over in the west wing.
- What about the billiard room? - Of course.
Every respectable family needs to entertain.
Over here we can have the music room.
A grand piano for when we have recitals in the evening.
Oh, out there is the kitchen-garden, with formal lawns leading down to a tennis court.
Is that grand enough for you, Duchess?
- (Chuckles) - You're mad sometimes.
Wherever you two lay your heads...
...that's my dream home.
And, if it all goes to plan, I think we can promise you a very healthy return on your investments.
No, I have absolute confidence.
Gentlemen.
- So sorry to keep you. - My niece, Miss Lambton.
Let me introduce you. Mr Shaw, the engineer.
Ma'am.
And you know his partner, of course, Mr Blackwood.
Hello, Charles.
Please, gentlemen, don't let me disturb you.
Another chair, please, Easter.
Well, I'm glad you can join us, Miss Lambton.
I'm very glad to be here.
She asked if she could come. Sorry, I should have warned you.
Charles or myself will be more than happy to answer.
It's an extraordinary venture. I'm fascinated.
Look at all them fine things she owns.
- Don't gawp. - All my good clothes were taken, Ma.
Oi. Don't forget them boots, will you?
Cheers, Polly. See you next payday.
- I like your lace. - Thank you. It's pretty, in't it?
Hey, go on.
Have you just moved in? Lace Polly they call me.
Annie.
I'd... best get on.
So where are you from, Skinny?
Wife down Plymouth way.
Daughter, too. Three years in September.
How can you stand to be away?
I just go when the work whistles.
Send back all the spare money I have.
Better than a shipyard, this. No one to tell you how to live.
What about you, then? You don't talk about yourself much, do you?
(Running footsteps)
(Yells)
(Grunts)
(Gasps)
- Argh! - You men!
(Grunts)
(Yells and grunts)
Get your pack. I don't want to see you this side of the mountain.
You're a dead man, Prince, I swear you are!
We need to find new lodgings, before we wake up with our throats cut.
(Chuckles) Yeah.
Your sign says lodgings.
It's 14 shillings a week.
You get three meals, a mattress and your laundry.
Start on about kissing me again, I will kick you out of doors.
We've already had the pleasure.
I said I'd come to call when you got settled.
- So... - (Coins jangle)
...here I am.
(Hammering)
(Clattering)
(Door squeaks open)
What are you doing, boy?
Just getting firewood.
You ain't seen me.
- (Gasps) - Do you hear?
(Wood clatters)
(Exhales)
(Grunts)
(Sniffs)
Which mile of track are you working on, then?
Hillside.
Not as grand as here.
Do you get a cut of what those traders earn?
Aye, I do.
I reckon I'm just gonna have to steal your patch, then.
(Both laugh)
(Paper rustling)
- Morning. - Good morning.
- Here. - Thanks.
Well, this is a banquet.
A man works harder on hot vittles than he does on cold.
Right.
(Skinny belches)
(Slurps and chews)
Skinny?
Now you're staying here as my guests, these are my house rules.
The room at the end is for family, this parlour is the only place we meet.
What do we get in exchange for all these rules?
We're the only lodgings with fine china.
You get to live a cut above the others.
- All right. - A knife and fork there.
(Bell rings)
(Indistinct chatter)
Alma, stop your dreaming, get out here, help serve.
I've only just got up.
Navvies drink beer any time of t'day. If we want to make a living, it means we're open.
Alma?
(Humming)
- Good morning to you. - Morning.
(Sniffs)
What's the matter? Can't bear to share the water with me?
I've a daughter.
She's...
I understand.
Don't worry, I won't bother you for the time of day.
Now you and me, our linen's the same colour.
The only friends you'll have here are the ones you make.
He's telling everyone, boasting about it.
I never kissed Jackie Blackburn.
He says you're sweet on him, he brung you presents.
I can't help who dreams about me, can I?
- Why are you following me, Davey? - I want to talk.
- I mean, here, this navvy town. - You...
You kissed me up in Scarborough.
You don't run halfway around the world cos somebody kisses you.
- What's that under your skirt? - (Chuckles)
Well, Davey, if you don't know, my kiss were wasted.
No, I mean, that lace.
What, that's what he brung you?
He saved up half his wages. (Giggles)
- What are you staring at? - That petticoat, it's mine.
- Whoever gave it you, they stole it. - Alma, give it back.
You lay a finger on me and I will smack you so hard your teeth will rattle.
(Grunts and yells)
You fool, you little fool!
There. Now neither of us can have it.
He didn't save up no wages, your new admirer.
He filched it.
I'm afraid they're about to start blasting. It's not safe to go into the valley today.
- Oh, are we to be prisoners, then? - You're free to wander my grounds.
There's good shooting up on the moors.
Perhaps Blackwood can entertain your niece whilst we're gone?
It would be an honour.
Davey boy, get the agent to give you powder.
Take the new man with you, show him how it's done.
We need 20 ounces of the black stuff to shift this bedrock.
(Cuckoo calls)
I said I'd escort you.
Your uncle's gone off for a few hours.
The prospect delights you, obviously.
You don't need to nursemaid me, Charles.
I wanted to see you. I heard about your grand scheme.
You didn't think it might be awkward?
I'm sorry.
I thought... things might mend.
It's been eight years.
Perhaps I was wrong.
Perhaps we won't ever be friends.
(Indistinct chatter)
All men back behind the crow line. Clear the pit while I plug the fuse.
♪ ... my fine daughter
♪ Step it up, Mary, if you can
♪ Step it up, Mary, my fine daughter
♪ Show your legs to the countryman
ALL: ♪ Show your legs to the countryman
♪ Show your legs to the countryman...
There's some powder missing.
A barrel's gone.
♪ ... step it up, Mary, my fine daughter
♪ Step it up, Mary, if you can
♪ Step it up, Mary... - (Heavy thud)
Oh, God.
(Crackling)
Oh, sweet Jesus, no.
Someone help me!
(Muffled) Help! Get me out of here! There's gunpowder everywhere!
Please, get me out!
- It's everywhere! - Jack!
(Coughing and groaning)
(Groans)
(Horse whinnies)
- (Flame whooshes) - Argh! Aargh! Aargh!
Help them, lads, they're over there!
- Argh! Argh! - Get down!
- Argh!
Here we are.
(Horse neighs)
(Men and women shouting)
He was up at the scaffold when it happened. Open the door.
You need to bind his wounds with something.
Here we are, gently. There we are, there you are.
- I'll be back. - Where are you going?
There may be others.
I don't know how to tend to him.
Martha, go and find a doctor.
Martha, go and find someone who can help us!
(Men shouting)
Has anybody seen my husband?
Anybody seen Jack Laggan?
Davey?
Davey...
I'm sorry.
He... wouldn't have known nothing.
No!
No! (Sobs) Davey...
Jack! Jack...
(Sobs) Jack. Jack!
Jack!
- I sent for a doctor. - There ain't one to be had.
I'll need a spoon.
Have you got flour and salt to make a poultice?
Go, quickly.
There, there.
(Confused cries)
MAN: Have you seen my lad anywhere?
Sit down here.
Oi!
(Geese cackle)
(Chickens cluck)
(George breathes heavily)
Hey!
(Laboured breathing)
Talk to him, lass.
Say something to make him smile.
You're going to get better.
We're looking out for you.
(Skinny moans softly)
Mr Blackwood? Sir? Sir? There's a navvy lad in that hut, burnt bad in the explosion.
- We need to get him to a hospital. - Show me.
This way.
(Panting)
Get him up. Pull him.
Let me give you something for what you've done for him.
No, I can't accept nowt, sir.
No, not just for Christian kindness.
Drive on.
I wanted to see Mr Thornhill.
Crawled into a bottle. He'll be leaving here.
Someone has to answer for this tragedy.
- Remind me, what's your experience? - Oh.
30 years on the railway, sir, across the northern United States.
(Paper rustles)
I want you to take over in the valley.
Jack Laggan, the ganger who was killed, you need to find a man to replace him.
- Who's his second? - A young man named Sharpe. Davey Sharpe.
Find him, will you, Coates? And promote him.
- You're in charge now. - Why, thank you, sir.
(Nib scratches)
(Door squeaks open)
We need more blankets for the wounded.
I'll take them over with the water as soon as it's boiled.
What are you doing?
Someone ought to write, he has a wife and child.
Well, won't Mr Shaw or...
Mr Blackwood see to it?
I don't think those men care about any of us.
I should go back to the site and find his pack.
If the worst happens, we have to send her his wages.
(Sighs)
(Metallic clunks)
Davey Sharpe?
Mr Shaw's looking for a new ganger.
I told him you're his man.
It wouldn't be right, sir, with Jack not even in the earth.
Someone's gotta keep this ship afloat.
Would you rather I gave it to another man?
Well?
I'm in debt to you, sir.
(Owl hoots)
(Wood creaks)
(Creaking)
(Metallic clatter)
- (Heavy thud) - (George gasps)
Urgh!
- Come 'ere! - Argh!
Argh!
(Sobs)
You saw me take t'powder out of yonder blast cart, didn't you?
(George sobs)
(Gasps)
And you know what powder does, don't you, boy? Hm?
(Gasps and chokes)
Ssh, ssh, ssh.
Argh! Urgh!
Come on, come here!
- Right! - (Gasps)
Argh! (Gurgles)
(Choking, blood spurts)
(Wood creaks)
(Heavy thud)
(Shallow breaths)
(Wood creaks)
(Faint clatter)
(Breathes heavily)
Red was thrown off the gang. He was trying to pay us back.
George saw him do it, steal the powder.
- Well, we have to tell the agent. - Annie, no.
George, wait out t'front. Go.
Go on.
- (Door opens and shuts) - Thornhill's a decent man.
Thornhill's been booted out. There's no law here.
- George was defending himself. - We can't prove it. George killed a man.
That's all they'll see. They'll come for him.
God help him if t'navvies take t'law into their own hands.
I don't know what to do.
We have to bury the body.
What?
No one will know. Red was ordered to leave here.
- That's insane. - They'll think he just skipped town.
It's the only way.
Why are you helping us?
Because I can. Because I'm... here.
And you're alone.
Bring a blanket to wrap him in.
We'll take him up onto the moors.
(Owl hoots)
(Metallic clatter)
- What's he doing? - I don't know.
(Wood creaking)
Where are we putting him?
They've already dug a grave for Jack. We'll bury him underneath.
No one will dig there, ever.
Here.
Turn him over.
(Rattling)
What's he doing with all this money?
- That's more than just his wages. - I reckon someone paid him to do it.
We should bury it with him.
Jack's job?
The ganger's job?
Aye.
The agent come and told me right away.
So... what do you say?
I say it's high time you asked me to marry you.
What?
- Do you mean it? - Yeah, of course I mean it.
I've always been sweet on you, Davey.
I don't want you saying this just cos I get more wages.
Kiss me.
Make it a proper bargain.
(Door opens)
Mr Blackwood has sent me.
The man that got burned up in that there fire?
You mean Skinny?
He died before we got him to t'doctor.
(Hushed murmurs)
Mr Charles?
A man died tonight.
Died on the cart, right in front of me.
The investors, I need to speak to them myself, to reassure them.
Charlie.
They took a carriage back to town.
They didn't wanna spend the night here.
(Clattering)
(Grunts)
(Both pant)
All right, now.
- Here we are. - (Grunts)
(Heavy thud)
(Metallic clang)
(Shovelling)
(Johnny grunts)
DAVEY: And the Lord said to Joshua...
"See, I have given the rich land of Jericho into your hands...
...with its great king
and its mighty men of valour
who toil there each day."
NAVVY: ♪ I've been thinking today
♪ Of that beautiful land
♪ I shall meet when the sun goeth down
♪ At the glorious gates
♪ With my governor I stand
♪ Will there be any stars in my crown?
ALL: ♪ Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown?
♪ When at evening the sun goeth down
♪ When I wake with the blessed
♪ In the mansions of rest
♪ Will there be any stars in my crown?
Listen here, all of you!
Looks like it was sabotage killed these men.
The name's Bamford.
I'm a detective.
Mr Blackwood's hired me to investigate.
Anyone knows anything, you come and tell me.
(Wind whistles)
(Birdsong)
(Door opens and shuts)
Tell me what happened with Shaw.
I've just seen him leaving, Charles.
I don't see it's any of your business.
My uncle withdrew all his capital.
The scheme has made him near bankrupt.
Shaw rode over here to tell you that the viaduct is finished.
Why did you come back here today?
To tell you that my uncle is a fool.
This viaduct could make you all a fortune.
It's all academic. I've no more to invest.
But I do.
I have an inheritance and I want to put it to use.
- You... are not serious? - I'm offering you a way out of this.
- After everything that's happened between us? - I have money. You have a vision.
We were going to be married.
This is different, Charles. This is business.
No.
I'm sorry, no.
You've put every penny you have into this scheme.
The well is dry, no one else will invest in you after this accident.
If you don't take my money, you're ruined.
And he reckons some of t'powder was missing.
That doesn't make much sense, sir.
Mr Thornhill seemed to be the kind of man to keep that key on him at all times.
No one could have got into that gunpowder cart.
(Snores)
(Grunts)
Look at that.
There's stains on it. Someone's made a copy of that.
Pressed it into some wax or something.
They took it while he slept.
Any of t'men missing?
Red Killeen was fired two days ago. They say he had a score to settle.
He could have had a copy made of that key, broke into t'cart, stole t'powder.
He'll be on t'road. Run him to ground, I will.
(Door opens and shuts)
(Buzz of chatter)
Hey.
(Scraping)
Gentlemen... Gentlemen!
(Room falls silent)
I'm Ralph Coates and I've been hired to replace Mr Thornhill.
Now I know you got questions as to why a Negro from America
has been put in charge over here.
Well, let me tell you.
In this business, it's not about the colour of a man's skin,
it's about what he knows, what he's worth.
I've done 30 years on the rails across America and I got the papers to prove it.
And I promise you, you do right by me,
I will do right by you and we'll get this job done.
(Murmuring)
I was a schoolmaster's wife.
I sang to the Lord each Sunday.
My husband, he died...
...left us debts.
That's what brought me out here.
I hate you, Johnny Jackson, for making me do what you did.
Still, I know you saved my son for me.
Reckon I owe you everything.
(Grunts)
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