Episode 3 - Chapter 6
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[Leonards walks down a busy street in Milton. Dixon is walking in the opposite direction.]
Leonards: Miss Dixon?
[Dixon turns to see who is speaking with a blank look of barely veiled mistrust.]
Leonards: Well, fancy seeing you ‘ere. Maybe you’re not a Miss Dixon no longer.
Dixon: [imperiously] I’m still Miss Dixon to you, young Leonards. Though I’ve had my chances, I’m sure. And you. Still up to your old nonsense are ya? What you doin’ all the way up here in Milton?
Leonards: Well, Helstone’s not exactly an up-and-coming place, is it? Besides, this is where all the money is. I got myself a fine fiancée now, an’ all. [Dixon nods] She works for one of those big ‘ouses up there.
Dixon: [with a nod] Hmm . . .
Leonards: Anyway, what are you doin’ all the way up here, Miss Dixon? You still workin’ for those Hales? [He takes a step towards her, scrutinizing her face.] Wasn’t there some sort of, um…some sort of scandal involving that boy?
Dixon: [expressionless] I’m visiting my sister’s family.
[Leonards is standing very close to Dixon, examining her face for several seconds after she answers. Then he smiles, nods and turns to continue on his way down the street.]
Leonards: [with a wave] Cheerio, then.
[Dixon nods her goodbye. Leonards jumps on the back of a horse-drawn cart.]
Leonards: I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, eh?
[In the Hale’s kitchen, Margaret paces back and forth in agitation as Dixon unpacks her basket of goods.]
Margaret Hale: Oh, Dixon. Do you think he knows about Frederick?
Dixon: The mutiny was a very big story. It was in all the newspapers. And there IS still a big reward. We certainly don’t want ‘im poking his nose in around ‘ere.
Margaret Hale: [stopping by the window] Frederick must go. Before the funeral. Have you talked to my father about arrangements?
Dixon: [looking sad] He said Mr. Bell will come from Oxford and arrange everything.
Margaret Hale: Mr. Bell. Of course. He will help. But Frederick must leave before he comes. No one else must know he’s here.
[Margaret ascends the stairs, leaving Dixon looking very worried in the kitchen. Upstairs, Frederick paces as he talks to his father and sister.]
Frederick Hale: [perturbed] I wish I’d met this Leonards. I don’t see why I should have to run away before the funeral. I’ve a good mind to face it out and stand trial.
Richard Hale: No, you must go, Fred.
Frederick Hale: If only I could find witnesses and defend myself, so everyone knows what a monster Captain Reid was.
Richard Hale: Oh, you think a court martial is somewhere justice is administered.
Margaret Hale: Fred has never tried to defend himself.
Frederick Hale: How can I now? I can’t send out the town crier. I can’t commission a pamphlet, even if anyone would bother to read it.
Margaret Hale: [eyes lighting up as a pleasant idea strikes her] What about a lawyer? I know a lawyer who is honourable. And clever I think. I’m sure he would if I… Well, if we asked. [She rises quickly from her chair to approach her father and take his hand.] Mr. Henry Lennox, Father. You remember.
Richard Hale: [pleading] Do what you like. Write to Henry if you must, but do NOT keep Frederick in England!
Frederick Hale: Henry Lennox. Is that Edith’s brother-in-law?
Margaret Hale: Yes.
Frederick Hale: He… He might be all right. I… I could write to him all the details of the crew and about the ship.
Margaret Hale: You must leave tomorrow by the night train. You can see Henry in London and then take a boat on from there.