Can I help you?
Well, I'm guessing you sell a ticket to the store.
I guess my man's so high.
I reckon you can.
Well, if you'll tell me where you'd like to go...
Go ask the thing, pal. I'm a wee bit on the side of there.
One way to go. This goes down to be a star, I suppose.
I think you'll find that Bolton Abbey is a village rather than a town.
Perhaps even a hamlet.
No, don't get yourself all twisted up.
Didn't mean anything by like...
Name's Riley. Riley Fitzgibbon.
Mr. Fitzgibbon. There's only one train left to run tonight.
Lancaster? Aye.
That'll do. Very charming on the countryside, you know?
To people who like a slow life, but...
I think I'd rather stay in my welcome than to be able to sit again.
There's just so much more to...
Look, one ticket to Lancaster.
You look so brim old, man.
It's nearly home time.
Next, please.
It's Shane.
Isn't it?
Yeah, that's right.
Lily. Lilyampton.
Nice to meet you.
Likewise. You're travelling far tonight?
Quite far, yeah. To Morkham on the coast.
Oh, Morkham's such a lovely place.
But forgive me, I couldn't help overhearing that you were heading down south.
Yeah, well, I have friends in Morkham, you see.
I was going to drop in on them before making my way back home.
Oh, really? Anybody I'd know from Morkham originally?
Probably not.
They're not lived there long.
More friends with my uncle anyway to tell the truth.
Oh, yeah, your uncle's a farmer, did he, you see?
Yeah, that's right. We've lived with him the last few months.
He's had a tough year and needed a hand with a workload.
I'm sure a strong boy like you was able to help him plenty.
Well, I've certainly tried.
But, you know, it's cold up here.
I'm afraid it's got a better of me than how you northern his cope.
So what will you do when you get back home?
Well, to be honest, I won't be staying long.
I'm going to head to the big smoke first chance I get.
See what I can make of myself there.
It's been a tough couple of years, but I'm pretty determined to make it work out.
Do you know who that is?
Can't say I do.
Really? How long did you say you've been in the area?
Well, that's Elizabeth Lawsby. She's the daughter of Lord Lawsby, you know.
You must have heard of him, surely?
Well, I doubt you're supposed to be catching a train this late.
I'm with a culled man, no less.
I won't be well received around these parts.
Look, how drunk he is. I doubt he'd even made it.
Yes, but, well, she isn't drunk.
Well, no. But I don't get the impression she's a sort of gossip.
Oh, James, you don't know what it's like with these people. Everybody talks.
Well, it's not as though your father isn't going to find out anyway.
Oh, darling, please, it's just...
Just that now you thought about it.
You're not so happy to be seen as someone like me after all.
No! You know it's not that. You know I don't care about that.
It's just I've been thinking about my father's reputation with me disappearing like this.
I mean, they're going to know he didn't give me permission. I mean...
Come on. Come with me.
I know I was nervous before, but honestly, at this point, people are already going to talk.
We might as well make them.
And certainly don't pay any attention to that drug before.
Oh, of course I will. I was just...
Lady Loesby?
Crumbs.
It is Lady Loesby, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
I'm Captain Victor Underhill. It's a pleasure to meet you.
I wanted to make your acquaintance as I believed I served with your father in the war.
Colonel Loesby? A finer man I've seldom met.
Hello.
I'm only saying hello. You don't mind, do you?
Oh, you see, it's fine, Mary.
Now, um...
What's your name?
Uh, well, my name is Shane.
Oh, Shane, I see, yes.
Oh, Shane what?
Peacock. Shane Peacock.
Oh, Shane, yes.
Now, here, I thought I recognized you,
but I don't think I know a Shane Peacock. Do I, darling?
Do we know a Shane Peacock?
No, dear. I don't think we do.
Oh, well, that settles it, then. I definitely don't know you.
You don't have anything to drink, do you?
Well, my dear man, you're acting rather strangely.
What's got you so jumpy, huh?
I've been sleeping too well, see? A bit worse for wear.
Oh, you're... you're accent. You're not from around these parts.
What brings you so far north?
The farmer. My uncle's farmer.
Been working now over the summer.
It's been odd graph, but since the winter weather's set in,
I've been heading my way back south.
Odd graph, yes. I remember that, you know.
When I was a youngster back in... back in the th... 33,
father and I, we were dining at Vaikan...
Hale shums at our boodles.
A rapturous atmosphere, as I'm sure you can imagine.
Well, the lights went out in the city, you see,
and I couldn't see a bloody thing.
Funny thing was, old Hoggy, he slipped five sterling
into the back pocket of my slacks.
Told me to jog on down to Sebi's offy on Palma.
Pick up a bottle of the finest scotch.
Fine man, bless him.
Well, as you can imagine, running through the streets of London
at that time is quite exhausting.
Mr Hopkins, if it be so kind as to leave the poor man alone,
I'm sure he didn't mean to come off so strange.
But do try to get some kip on the train, lad.
It's a long way to Morkham when you do look a bit pale.
Any chance I could get a smoke bottle?
Oh, I'm afraid I don't smoke, mate.
Have you done anything but smoke since you arrived at this station?
It's the trans stations at night.
They always make me nervous.
All the stories of ghosts and the like.
You know, there's a fair few, the locals saw it this way.
He didn't seem too nervous when you were inside.
Seemed quite comfortable, actually.
Perhaps you should go back in if you're afraid of the dark.
I didn't say I was afraid.
Just a wee bit nervous at all.
Could do with some soothing.
I'll leave you to it.
Downwind truth.
There's no need.
Problem?
What was the need in that?
Can't you see the poor lad's on edge?
I was trying my best to calm him a little.
You gave me a look.
A look?
A high look.
How awful of him.
Well, I'm going back inside anyway.
Don't let the trains arrive any time soon.
Don't leave me all alone.
Perhaps you should come inside with me in a little bit.
Then you'll be less lonely.
Christ.
She's at ease.
Oh, Mr. Godman.
Doesn't matter where you go, you know.
I've been all over the Dynastan country and the women.
They're always so feisty, but so easily offended.
You know, I have half a mind.
Maybe they're always feisty because you're a mate.
You ever think of that?
All right, well, they always come round to me in the end.
Christ is second forever in there.
Women, eh?
I might take a shot at that one in there.
The older lass, Mrs. Hopkins, I think.
You think that's wise?
Aye, why not?
Her husband probably wouldn't even notice.
That's a mature woman in there, mate.
A lot more mature than you.
I can see that from here.
And you're going to go hand in after her.
She'll laugh you off in no time.
Just who the hell do you think you are?
But every now and again,
she likes to kill a few hours in the crown,
the pub in the village, you know.
And she's been royally taking advantage
of these new late services.
She's a pretty one, aye.
But trouble, if you ask me.
Now, the posh couple, you must know her or me.
Well, I don't write no much about her,
but I recognise him all right.
Archibald Hopkins uses the services all the time, like,
I was never sure why.
Let's face it, with his money, he doesn't have to.
But a mate of mine, down the pub,
says that his father's a Tory peer
and was part of the board for set up
London Midland Railways, some told.
Any road, best to get back inside
before we catch his deaths.
