Atlantic Crossing

ATLANTIC CROSSING WW2 EPIC TV SERIES WITH SOFIA HELIN AS NORWEGIAN CROWN PRINCESS MARTHA & KYLE MACLACHLAN!

  ‘ATLANTIC CROSSING’
NEW WORLD WAR II TV SERIES

Something from one of our favourite television producers, European Beta Film: first photos from their new period set mini series ATLANTIC 

Atlantic Crossing is a series from Norwegian national TV

CROSSING a true life eight part drama in which Sofia Helin(from our favourite Scandinavian epic saga ever Arn Knight Templar) plays Norwegian Crown Princess Martha!

ATLANTIC CROSSING
An affair that changes history at the eve of WW II. Inspired by true events it is the incredible story of Norwegian crown princess Märtha, who fights to save her country – and her marriage – in a unique and never before seen perspective on the tragic events of World War II. Märtha is a heroine who rose from her obligations of a caring princess and

Kyle Maclachlan plays president Roosevelt in the series

loving mother to an influential figure in world politics, a popular icon who had a significant impact on President Roosevelt’s decision to enter the war.

KYLE MACLACHLAN ALSO STARS

The untold story of Princess Martha who fled the Nazis after the German invasion of Norway, escaping to the U.S., where she befriended President

The series will be offered to buyers at MipTv market this weekend in Cannes

Franklin Roosevelt and lived in the White House, also stars Kyle MacLachlan as Roosevelt, Last Kingdom’s Tobias Santelmann, Harriet Harris, Daniel Betts and Lucy Russell!

Brotherly Love – A North and South Novel with John Thornton – C11

Chapter Eleven

 

 

“Margaret, tell me that note was lesson-related.”

“Fred this is lesson-related. I think a walk through a mill will give me a better understanding. I can see all I should know from the current Profit and Loss statements, but being all men, there could be more.”

“That makes no sense at all, you understand,” stated Fred.

Margaret had a twinkle in her eye.

“I think I should go with you.”

“No Fred. Unless Branson sends you a note, then you will stay home.”

 

Higgins unfolded the note that had been left with the gateman. He smiled. “So, she wants to see the mill, does she?” He put the note aside and waited for John to read it. It was Nicholas’s turn for the half day Sunday shift, and he did not mind showing her around. Apparently, this was something to do with her lesson.

John arrived an hour later from mill 2 for their end of daily shift meeting. He hung up his coat and went to his desk where he found Miss Hale’s note.

“Why do you think Miss Hale wants a walk-through of the mill, Nicholas?”

“I think it’s for her next lesson.”

“What could she tell from looking around?”

“Oh, she may be looking for wasted man-hours. She’s probably hoping to find one-quarter of one percent to be saved.” Nicholas laughed. “It’s my shift tomorrow. I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“No, I don’t mind either. Who knows? Maybe she will see something. I’m not busy tomorrow. Branson has found a horse and trap that may be of interest to the Hales. I told him he could have the day off.”

“I’ll take my turn. You just relax for a day.”

“Write your reply. Branson is headed over to the Hales about tomorrow, himself. He can deliver it at the same time. John was handed Nicholas’s folded paper and walked to the back of his house. “Branson!” He shouted.

Branson opened the door to his rooms over the stable and clamored down the steps while buttoning his shirt. “Yes, Guv?”

“Would you see that Miss Hale gets this note when you talk to her brother?”

“Aye, sir.”

 

Branson left immediately, riding one saddled horse.

Fred answered the knock at the door. “Branson, come in.”

Branson stepped inside but no further. “I’ve come to deliver this note to your sister. Also, I think I have found just what you want. A mill master passed away. He had a second small buggy and horse that the family will want to leave behind. They will take the large coach and horses. I could take you there tomorrow.”

“That sounds grand. Wait here.”

Fred went looking for Margaret, who was sitting on the couch flipping through her books.

“Margaret, here’s a note for you. No doubt a reply to your request to seduce Mr. Thornton again.”

Margaret snapped it out of his hands. “Shush. Branson may hear you. He doesn’t know your humor. Wait, Fred, it needs an answer.” Margaret read it once again. Tell the driver that 11:00 a.m. will be fine.”

“Nice sis. And don’t be fooled that anything can get past Branson when it comes to his master.” Fred smirked.

Fred returned to Branson and told him Margaret’s response and asked if that time would be agreeable to him, as well?”

“Most agreeable, Fred. I will see you two then.”

Branson left as Dixon was calling everyone to the dinner table.

When Fred returned, he noticed his sister was off in dreamland. She was unaware that he had walked into the room. “Practicing a new seduction tactic, are we?” Still no reaction from her, not even a head node to placate him. She was either in Thornton land or working on her lesson plans. She did have the books open on her lap. Fred decided to sit down and study her for a moment. At least she blinked once in a while to moisten her eyes. She seemed to be sucking on her finger or chewing her fingernail. After half a minute, she removed her finger from her mouth and licked her lips. Fred had never seen a woman so deep in thought. He finally walked over to her and waved his hand in front of her face.

“Hello. Anyone home?” He called out.

“Oh, Fred. What is it?”

“Where were you just now?”

“Here, on the sofa. I haven’t moved. You know that.”

Fred scoffed. “Margaret, you were miles away in your mind.”

“So? Am I no longer allowed to think for myself?”

“It was like you fell down the rabbit hole. Gone, gone from this room. Tell me, what were you thinking?”

Margaret felt a book start to slide from her lap. “I was planning a lesson.”

“Oh, that was it? I see. I guess you didn’t hear us called for dinner.”

 

Cutting his piece of mutton, Richard Hale said, “Margaret, it was nice of you to accept Adam’s invitation to the Thornton dinner.”

“Thank you, father. Adam Bell is my friend as he is yours. I am glad I can help him be more comfortable at the dinner. I will be happy to talk with him.”

“Have you given any thought to the Master’s Ball,” asked Fred.

“I have. It would be very nice to attend with a gentleman and not a kindness to a wallflower. Adam being seen with a young woman twice may not be proper for him or me.”

“Margaret, I know you are not known here in Milton, but Adam is. I am sure people know of his close acquaintanceship with this family, by now. You still have a couple days to decide that, I suppose.”

“Yes, father. That is right. It’s difficult however I look at it.”

“Sis, perhaps another will invite you.”

“Yes, Margaret. After your next lesson, you may have one or two offers. If that happens, we can surely ask Mr. Thornton for an endorsement of the gentleman.”

“I can’t see a complete stranger, even if he is a gentleman, ask me to a ball.”

“Margaret, it seems I will have to be telling you this often in the days to come. You don’t know your own allure to the opposite sex. Any man would be proud to escort you out.”

“Fred, what is it that I offer? I can see nothing in myself. Other ladies will have gone to a school and finished as a lady. I never took all those courses.”

“Father, can you help with this.”

“Don’t put our father on the burner. He is totally biased, where you have experience with the women. I think your real observations will mean more . . . something more up-to-date. You certainly can see what I am doing wrong. What do I have that is right?”

“After dinner, we will talk.”

“I will be doing my lesson planning tonight.”

“Well then, I will start slow. No sense giving you airs where there could be; and I do know you wouldn’t do that. I am going to picture an average well-bred lady who has finished.”

“All right.”

“Do not make anything of the order in which I say them, because I will not do that. Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Just in the short time I have been home, I can tell that you are more intelligent than anyone I have ever walked out with. Some men may not like that. To hell with them.”

“Fred! Must you?” Mr. Hale said in a stern voice.

“Sorry, father.”

“Margaret, I do not believe you are the type to play games with a man’s feelings. I don’t mean your staring at Mr. Thornton. That is innocence, and it is an attribute that all men sincerely love to see, but it won’t last long. When I was talking about games, I wanted to say do not hide your intellect or your great sense of humor. From the beginning, a man should know the woman he is with. He finds it extremely uncomfortable and embarrassing to later extricate himself from the lady who is no longer the person that he met. Do you understand?”

“I would never pretend with feelings, I know that about myself, at least. I may not want to show an intellectual mind, though. And a sense of humor… Don’t men find that unattractive in their lady?”

“Again, some men might. We are not all the same. But the ones that are worth investing your time will want to know the real you.”

The room became quiet.

“Fred, how about my appearance?”

“That will be for another night.”

Fred saw Margaret’s eyes begin to tear up.

“Please excuse me,” Margaret squeaked out as she left the room.

“Son, it looks like you made a mistake there.”

“I believe I did. She thinks because I wasn’t ready to talk about it that she must not be the beauty that she is.”

“For a man of the navy, experienced in the ways of women, I can’t believe you didn’t think that is what is most important to them.”

“Well…I found that vain in a way and didn’t think of Margaret placing such emphasis on that.”

“You’re wrong, Fred. All young women are raised thinking they must find a husband or they’re lost. They know that their features…face and figure, play a heavy hand in that quest. You and I know that isn’t so. Men aren’t very good at compliments, but we’re not that shallow. She doesn’t know that. She’s upstairs, thinking she has nothing to recommend herself to a gentleman but intelligence and humor.”

Fred pushed away from the table and headed upstairs.

He knocked on Margaret’s door. “I’m sorry. I need to clarify something. Let me in.”

“Go away.”

“I hope you are dressed because I am about to open this door.”

“Don’t you dare, Fred.”

“Cover yourself if you are undressing because I am turning the doorknob now.”

Margaret was sitting on the bed with a pillow to her face. Although hiding her wet eyes, Fred could tell she was still crying.

 

Breakfast around the table the following morning was quiet.

“Margaret, I never finished what I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

“I know, Fred. You were going to convince me that I am pretty.”

“No, sis. You are a beauty.”

“Thank you, Fred,” she said sarcastically.

“Father?” Fred pleaded.

“Margaret, I know you don’t want to hear from me because I am biased. And you are correct there, but I do have the where-with-all to be able to be unbiased when it is important. Your brother is right. Your mother and I often spoke of the loveliness you carry both inside and out. Until moving to Milton, I never worried about the men that may approach you in your life. It was a small town, I knew everyone, but here! I have been put off guard this past year with you staying in. Now, I really feel I am a father to a graceful, handsome woman. I can fear that like any other father.”

Once again, Margaret left the table and ran to her room.

“Father, why do they do that? I think she’s going to be crying because she’s happy. Does that make any sense to you?”

“Fred, with age comes wisdom. It’s hard for younger men to understand. They have never realized the impact that society puts on young women. You went through puberty, more of a delight and an awakening. For women, it is far from that. Yes, they go through their pubertal years but with that comes their biggest stress of life. This has been ingrained in them since birth. Are they strong enough, pretty enough, smart enough to engage in marriage? Can they bear a child? Can they marry for love or will there be another reason? You see they have no rights unto themselves. They are totally dependent on the man that owns them. It’s quite barbaric, I think. Can you understand that at all?”

“I’m beginning to, I think. It may impact the way I treat women in the future.”

“When you find the ‘right’ woman for you, you will treat her as you should. That will come naturally. But how many men really find their soul mate? For years, their manly needs overshadow their heart.”

“I think Margaret has found hers, but it isn’t being reciprocated.”

“She is still young. She may not know what she wants, yet. This is the time when she learns and molds the image of a man she wants to be with. She is beginning to sketch her life.”

 

Branson pulled the coach into Marlborough Mills for Miss Hale to disembark.

Fred assisted her out.

It only took a minute for Nicholas Higgins to appear from one of the sheds. John Thornton looked on from his parlor room window.

As Nicholas pointed the way to lead Margaret, Fred climbed onto the jump seat with Branson, who turned the coach and the two of them were off.

“Mr. Higgins, I am grateful for your time in showing me the workings of a mill. I did a lot of studying last night, which I am sure nothing new was revealed to me that I won’t see here today.”

As Margaret was escorted to the first shed of looms, she removed pencil and paper from her handbag.

 

An hour and a half later, there was a knock on Thornton’s kitchen door. Cook opened the door to Fred.

“Hello. Do you know if my sister is ready to go home? He asked.

“She has not returned from her tour to my knowledge. I’ve been waiting for a call for tea, but no one is ringing for it.”

“If you could tell her when she appears, that her brother is waiting for her at the stable area?

“Yes, laddie I will.”

Fred turned to walk down the steps wondering how long it had been since he had been called a lad.

 

“John, you keep pacing over there by the window. Are you waiting for something to happen? You seem restless,” spoke Hannah.

“Not really. Nicholas is showing Miss Hale the mill structure to help with her next class, but I cannot imagine why it is taking this long.”

“She seems like an intelligent woman. She must be trying in earnest to find ways to work smarter.”

“That is probably impossible. With 200 mill masters having years to think of the same thing, there should be very little she can surprise us with.”

“Well, I for one, give her credit for trying. You know John, women don’t always see things the same way a man does.”

“Yes, that is a hard lesson for a man to learn. Learning it is one thing, understanding and agreeing is entirely another matter.”

Hannah laughed.

 

Finally, John thought. The shift crew whistle had blown. He went back to his window, this time from his study. He waited. He watched all the workers leave the yard and still no Nicholas or Margaret. He saw Margaret’s brother walk to the front of the house looking for her, assuming the same thing he had. This was too much. He donned his coat and went to look for them.

 

“Mr. Thornton. Mr. Thornton!”

“Yes, what is it, Fred?”

“Do you know where my sister is?”

“No, but I am about to find out.”

Fred followed as John entered the quiet, empty shed. No one. They walked on to the second shed, still no one. The third shed, checking all floors lead to no one again. Finally, John headed for the canteen and could hear voices. Nicholas, Miss Hale, and Mary Higgins were sitting at a table talking. Miss Hale seemed interested in what Mary was saying.

Nicholas caught Margaret’s attention. “Looks like we’ve been caught out,” he smiled.

Although tired, Margaret perked up as Mr. Thornton and her brother neared them. There was a greeting, but Fred noticed she never looked toward John after the greeting, not even when he was speaking.

“Women!” Fred whispered loudly under his breath.

“I’m sorry, Fred. I didn’t catch that,” remarked John.

“Sorry. Nothing of importance.”

“Miss Hale,” John called out. “You have been busy here today. I do hope you will not go about giving away our trade secrets.”

“Good day, Mr. Thornton. Mr. Higgins did not especially tell me which were your trade secrets and which were not.”

John caught a glimpse of Nicholas nodding his ‘no.’

“Mr. Thornton, do you expect your 600 employees to keep your secrets?”

Fred was astounded at her impetuous statement.

John was frankly taken aback by the question. “Miss Hale, I do tease you. Forgive me. We hide nothing here. It is for all to see.”

Margaret turned to Nicholas and Mary, thanking them for their time. “Mr. Thornton my thanks to you, as well. I shall leave now. I have been here much too long. I believe I know the way out.”

“I’ll walk out with you.”

John and Margaret walked ahead of Nicholas, Mary, and Fred.

“So, Miss Hale, have we been of any help in your lesson?”

“Yes, I am reminded that budgeting goes hand and hand with profiting.”

“That has always been my understanding,” John smiled.

Margaret said no more, walking quietly beside the tall man who made her legs weak.

As they all emerged into the mill yard, John was surprised seeing another coach pull in.

Adam Bell’s side of the coach was opened for his exit.

“My how fortunate to see all of you here. Margaret, I hadn’t thought to find you. Planning your lessons, no doubt.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Bell. Yes, you are correct.”

“Miss Hale and her brother were just leaving. How can I help you?” John remarked.

“I am here to accept the dinner invitation. Should I seek Mrs. Thornton or yourself?”

“Please take the stairs into the house. I shall be with you in a moment.”

As Margaret walked to Branson’s coach in the stable area, John noticed she had gone pale. She hadn’t tried staring at him this time, to which he found a modicum of relief. But the paleness was a bit disconcerting.

“Miss Hale, are you feeling well?”

“I am quite fine, thank you. And again, thank you for your time for allowing me to see the operations of a great mill from all I hear.”

“You are quite right. Marlborough Mills, to which there are two, is held in high regard by the workers. I am fortunate in that.”

“Yes, there was little to learn here when talking with some of the workers.”

“That is good news. I will bid you a good day and see you on Tuesday evening.”

“Perhaps the wives or ladies of the masters would care to listen to the discussion. They may learn all that you are responsible for. They would, of course, sit away from the men, so as not to distract them.”

“I shall let that be known. Interesting thought. Some may find fascination in that. Thank you. Good day.”

 

 

Knightfall S2

Knightfall chronicles the mysterious but true accounts of the Knights Templar, the elite warriors of the Crusades. It delves into the great secrets protected by the Templars and tells the story of faith, loyalty and brotherhood that help sustain these warriors on the battlefield, and the dark events that would forever sear the infamous date of Friday the 13th into the world’s psyche.

Network: United States History (2017 – now)
Schedule: Mondays at 22:00 (60 min)
Status: Running
Show Type: Scripted
Genres: Drama Adventure History
Episodes ordered: 6 episodes
Created by: Don Handfield Richard Rayner
Official site: www.history.com

Mar 25,   April 1 + 8 + 15 + 22 + 29

HISTORY’s popular drama series “Knightfall” from A+E Studios returns for season two on Monday, March 25 at 10PM ET/PT. Trading in his lightsaber for Medieval sword, Mark Hamill (Star Wars, BAFTA-winning voice of The Joker) makes his series debut alongside star Tom Cullen (“Downton Abbey,” “Gunpowder”) as the series eight-episode sophomore season embraces a more brutal view of this harsh time in history, and heads towards the ultimate demise of the Templar Order which occurred on Friday the 13th, 1307.

 

“Knightfall” goes inside the medieval politics and warfare of the Knights Templar, the most powerful, wealthy and mysterious military order of the Middle Ages. The series goes deep into the clandestine world of this legendary brotherhood of warrior monks to learn who these knights were, how they lived, and what they died believing. With the historical and ruthless downfall of the Templar Order on the horizon, season two focuses on themes such as power, redemption, revenge, betrayal, family, and ultimately an epic war between church and state. Hamill joins the cast as the new character Talus, a battle-hardened Knight Templar veteran and initiate master who is tasked with preparing the next generation of men to proudly wear the iconic red cross on their chests and become “God’s Executioners.”

 

Returning for season two are series regulars Ed Stoppard (“The Crown”) as King Philip IV of France, Pádraic Delaney (The Wind That Shakes the Barley, “The Tudors”) as Gawain, Simon Merrells (“Spartacus”, “Dominion”) as Tancrede, Julian Ovenden (“Downton Abbey”) as William DeNogaret and Jim Carter (“Downton Abbey”) as Pope Boniface VIII. In addition to Hamill, new cast members to season two include previously announced Genevieve Gaunt (“The Royals”) as Princess Isabella, the daughter of King Philip who history would eventually call “the she-wolf of France,” Tom Forbes (“The Bastard Executioner”) as Prince Louis, the violent and unpredictable son of King Philip and heir to the throne, and Clementine Nicholson (Underworld: Blood Wars) as Margaret, Princess of Burgundy and the devoted wife of Prince Louis of France.

Mr Thornton Takes a Wife – Part Twenty-Three

Chapter Three – Women of Marlborough Mills

 

Approaching footsteps made John and Margaret pull apart, albeit reluctantly. They only had so few moments of privacy outside their bedchamber as it was. A knock on the door made them turn towards it. Mary Higgins came in and gave them her shy smile.

“Excuse me, Margaret, Mrs. Thornton said I would find you here but if I’m interrupting I can always come back later?”, she asked in an apologizing tone of voice.

“No, Mary, there’s no need, I’m coming with you right away. Are there many visitors for the infirmary today?”

“At least fifty. Some of them are looking really sick. Should I send for Dr. Donaldson or is it too early?”

“Maybe we shall start examining them first and call upon the doctor later? He already has his hands full with his own surgery, and I don’t want to impose on him too often. Come, let’s go.”

Margaret kissed John’s cheek and, so softly only he could hear it, said, “I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.”

When the women left, John sank back into his chair, his mind reeling with disturbing thoughts but then, when had it been otherwise? No peace for him, never. There was the Mill, there was his family.  Margaret … their baby on the way. Margaret, who had been through such an ordeal last November, with Ann Latimer’s attack on her. Their baby … John wasn’t exactly sure how he was dealing with Margaret’s pregnancy which could end any day with her miscarrying. Part of him was exulting with joy of becoming a father because it was the confirmation of his love for Margaret. He felt ready for it at thirty-two, he welcomed it. But there was another part of him that was rejecting it too, because it could be dangerous for his beloved Margaret if she should miscarry or … he shuddered inwardly, just by thinking it, if she should die in childbirth.

 

Margaret braced herself against the sudden wave of nausea and swallowed back the burning  liquid that forced itself into her throat. No, she would not be sick now, she needed to get on with her work. Too many people were depending on her and Mary to get help for their illnesses.

There were so many of them, too many. Most of them were mothers with very young children but also a few old people, all of them, without exception, suffering from respiratory diseases and “fluff-on-the-lungs”, just like Bessy Higgins. Poor Bessy … Margaret often thought about her lately, especially now that she was working regularly with Mary, Bessy’s sister. Bessy … such a good, kind soul she had been, such a good friend to Margaret at a time when she had been very lonely. What a waste, what a pity.

Mary had changed much over the past year, Margaret mused, as she studied her friend covertly, while the latter was dressing a minor wound on a small boy. Mary had been a somewhat slovenly, awkward girl when Bessy lived but now she had come into her own. She had lost her awkwardness and her sloppy appearance almost completely and turned into a discretely dressed, quiet kind of woman who handled the busy soup kitchen and infirmary in a most effective way. People liked Mary, trusted her, asked her for advice and help, all of which she gave abundantly yet not in an intrusive way. Margaret loved Mary as she had Bessy and she was glad to have her for a dear friend.

The door opened and Hannah came in, carrying a tray with the tea things. She had taken on the habit of bringing in food for Mary and Margaret when they were working because then she was certain her daughter-in-law would get sustenance at regular times. Shoving aside a pile of paper work on the desk, she put down her load and began pouring tea into large mugs, adding milk and  sugar in Margaret’s cup.

“Here,” she commanded in her usual brisk tone, “drink this and sit down for it, will you? Your face has the colour of those bandages over there, grey! Margaret, you can’t keep doing this! Have you seen the infirmary’s waiting room? It’s crowded with patients and outside there’s a line of at least fifty more! It will be the middle of the night before you’ll be finished.”

The minute she sat down, Margaret realised how tired she was.  “Mother,” she answered, sighing with pleasure when she sipped her tea, “it’s always like that. We are bringing in women with babies and small children to help out. That way they can mind their children while working.”

“Yes,” Hannah said, “and you will work twice as hard as they do and some day you will collapse and then where will we be? No, you listen to what I have to say, my girl!”

Margaret looked at John’s mother in astonishment! It had been a long time since she heard that take-it-or-leave-it tone. Hannah didn’t blink but continued.

“I’m taking over the administration of this business right now. I’ll do the ordering of supplies, the sifting of patients. Yes, don’t look so surprised, I do know something of sick people! As I said, you need to send the really badly afflicted to the hospital or to Dr. Donaldson. I’ll sort them out. I’ll talk to candidates applying to give a hand too, it’s far too time-consuming for you. Now, have you already thought about their wages? They’ll have to be paid something, you know?”

By now, Margaret was stunned! Her mother-in-law was really something!

 

The Spiteful One was watching Margaret while she was talking to a woman with a newborn baby. What smugness, what patronizing, what superiority and arrogance! Margaret Hale Thornton really thought herself to be all-knowing and faultless! A stop needed to be put at it! No more meddling with people’s lives! Yet a careful planning was in order if a maximum of result was to be gained.

Observation, listening and thinking first and then, planning. The Enemy was strong. A young, well-bred woman with a doting husband who guarded her like if she were made of sugar. Margaret Hale Thornton had it all. Never in her life had she known hardship like the Spiteful One had. Well, that was about to change fast.

 

The Luminaries

FIRST LOOK AT EVA GREEN

BBC 2 has released the first photo of Eva Green from their new six part period set series THE LUMINARIES which also stars Eve Hewson, Himesh Patel, Ewen Leslie, Marton Csokas, Erik Thomson, Benedict Hardie, Yoson An!

Network: United Kingdom BBC Two
Runtime: 60 minutes
Status: In Development
Show Type: Scripted
Genres: Adventure Mystery
Eva Green takes one of the lead roles in the new series

Set in the 1860’s years of New Zealand’s Golden Rush it follows defiant adventurer Anna Wetherell (Hewson), who has

The series is based on Eleanor Catton’s book of the same name

sailed from Britain to begin a new life. There she meets the radiant Emery Staines (Patel), an encounter that triggers a strange kind of magic that neither

The series is currently shooting over at New Zealand

can explain. As they fall in love, driven together and apart by fateful coincidence, these star-crossed lovers begin to wonder: do we make our fortunes, or do our fortunes make us?

Miss Scarlet and the Duke (series)

FIRST LADY DETECTIVE IN THE 19TH CENTURY LONDON
A+E Networks International has officially ordered new epic series MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE in which Kate Phillips will play the first ever female detective in 19th century London! The six-part mini follows Eliza Scarlet

Network: United States A&E
Runtime: 60 minutes
Status: In Development
Show Type: Scripted
The six-part saga shoots this June in Ireland!

When her father dies, he leaves her penniless in a time where marriage is her only option for financial security. But the headstrong Eliza is determined to find another way. Luckily, she has an ace up her bonnet – her father’s business – a private detective agency. Eliza knows all the tricks of the trade but as a genteel 19th-century lady she’s never been allowed to put them into practice. To operate in this man’s world, she needs a partner. Step forward Detective Inspector William Wellington of Scotland Yard, who is also known as “TheDuke”, drinker, gambler and womanizer. Eliza and The Duke strike up a mismatched, fiery relationship that will crackle and smolder with sexual tension as they team up to solve crime in the murkiest depths of 1880’s London.

Hannah Premieres on Amazon March 29

 

HANNA follows the journey of an extraordinary young girl raised in the forest, as she evades the relentless pursuit of an off-book CIA agent and tries to unearth the truth behind who she is. Series premiere March 29, 2019. The song featured is called “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” performed by Karen O, originally by the Smashing Pumpkins: https://amazonstudios.lnk.to/KarenO-B… » Watch Hanna on Amazon Prime Video March 2019: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07L5WLYG6

 

You may remember Joel Kinnaman  (Erik) from his exceptional role in “The Killing”.  He’s from Sweden.

Charles Joel Nordström, known professionally as Joel Kinnaman, is a Swedish actor. He is best known for playing the lead role in the Swedish film Easy Money a role that earned him a Guldbagge Award in the “Best Actor” category – and for his role as Frank Wagner in the Johan Falk film series. He starred on AMC’s The Killing as detective Stephen Holder and played Alex Murphy in the 2014 reboot of RoboCop.

 

Brotherly Love – A North and South Novel with John Thornton – C9 & C10

Chapter Nine

 

 

John was looking at his Profit and Loss statement when Nicholas came into the office. “Good morning, John.”

“I think it will be,” John answered without looking up.

“What have you there?” Nicholas hung his coat.

“I am just looking over our profit sheet and comparing it to the few notes that I took at our lesson last week.”

“Such as?”

“When she spoke about being prepared for meeting our business needs for the next year is a considerable factor to budget. I want to start increasing our purchases by 10 percent. We will steadily increase that during the year. We shall get with the foremen on that. It is probable that we may need another warehouse. We may be looking at a third mill, too.”

“You think she’s fairly accurate on that forecast of the years following the exhibition.”

“I do. I can’t understand why our accountant or we didn’t see that. Check our three-year budget and see what we did. It may be prudent in another five years for one of us to sail to the Americas and collect some facts so we don’t speculate on the assumption we can always buy cotton from there. What do you think about hiring her?”

“Doing what?”

“Working with our accountants one or two days a week.”

“They will surely love that,” Nicholas said sarcastically.

“Not with our accountants, but looking over their work and our planning. I think I will ask her before some other Master does.”

“Where would she work?”

“There’s that desk over there. Didn’t she say something about taking that class to enable her to support herself?”

“Yes, I think so. I’m not sure where I heard that. It could have been from Bessie.”

“What about her brother. He’s educated?”

“Branson seemed to think he was finding a real interest in driving a coach. I cannot see it myself. He may have money in his own right by now. Perhaps, driving sounds appealing to him. Should he need work, I am sure we could train him up quickly.”

“You may want to drop a hint about that when you see him next before another Master claims him,” Nicholas said in a condescending humorous manner.

 

Margaret gently returned the poised fork to her plate. “I know I was listening, but what I heard makes little sense.”

“Margaret, Mr. Bell is inviting you out to dinner. How hard is that to understand,” said Fred.

“Margaret, your brother is right. I believe you are now old enough and free of responsibilities to be out in public with a gentleman. Perhaps, I am too old, and that’s what doesn’t make sense.” Spoke Adam.

“No. No, that’s not it at all.”

“Mr. Bell,” began Fred, but was interrupted.

“I wish you both to begin calling me Adam, please.”

“If you wish. I believe Margaret is in awe that she may have another chance to stare at Mr. Thornton,” Fred laughed.

“Fred, stop that. It’s not true. Mr. Bell, Adam, I do not know of your social life, but I cannot believe you would ask me to such an important setting.”

“Margaret, I go every year. I am the only gentleman without a lady in attendance. I would like to escort you to that dinner.”

Fred was laughing inside watching his sister pretending not to be too excited about being in Mr. T’s presence again.

Dixon carried in the fresh teapot, and the conversation was quiet while she poured. Margaret needed that moment to form an answer.

“Margaret, please do not think that I am doing you a kindness. You would be doing a kindness for me. I’ve grown tired of talking to the same masters every year. Invariably, I am placed at the table like a stepchild. I believe Mrs. Thornton purposely places me between the two dullest wives or one that doesn’t have a brain. You would be my salvation.”

“Are you sure I would be welcomed? I am not part of the world of milling.”

“I dare say there will be much talk on that subject. I believe that is why I am situated between two talkative women. I will be told about their latest needlepoint and grandchildren. Heavens, please save me from that.”

Everyone laughed.

“What was this conversation you spoke to father about when you entered the room?”

“Over the years, your father and I have corresponded about everything in our lives. He often spoke about his children and I was eager to hear it. In these last few years, I think we both worried about your social life. You had none. The daughter of a clergyman rarely is introduced to the world outside of the parishioners. As I know, you took a difficult route through your finishing school after which you came home to responsibilities as a caregiver. Past that, you had a bereavement period. I have waited a long time to escort you out and introduce you to the finer amenities that a woman your age should be exposed to. At my age, I think of it as an inoculation, if you will.” Bell laughed. “It’s time to broaden your horizons. And I am harmless.”

Everyone laughed.

“Adam, you and I must have a small conversation regarding my sister. I think she has started off in a manner not befitting a lady.” Fred smiled.

“Adam, don’t listen to him or at least, hear my side later.”

“Now, I am quite intrigued. Yes, Fred, we shall talk. As for dinner, do we have an agreement?”

All eyes once again fell on Margaret.

Holding the tension a moment, she said, “Yes.”

“Just so I am clear, dear Margaret, yes, to what exactly?”

“Yes, I will attend the dinner on one condition.”

“And that is . . . ?”

“That Mrs. Thornton knows that you are engaging me.”

“That is expected of everyone who is invited. She does like to know the names of everyone around the table. Don’t worry about that. Fine. It is settled then!”

Fred tipped back in his chair and clapped his hands at his sister.

“Now, at the risk of your reputation, Margaret, I want to ask if you have been invited to the Master’s Ball?” Adam asked with a grin.

Margaret sighed. “Could I finish my breakfast? I am starting to get too nervous to eat.”

 

Branson had received permission from his master, to saddle a horse and leave to check on a horse and buggy for the Hales. John, having nothing planned, gave him several hours off. While his master had his lady friend at the house, the evening before, Branson visited with people who gave him a few leads to follow up. He didn’t exactly know what they had to spend, but with Fred’s interest, he figured he would want an exceptional horse.

 

Bessie was settling on her gown for the ball. She had a reticule which she had received as a gift from her stepmother, Peggy. She had ribbons and flowers for her hair, but when she looked for the long gloves, she had nothing to match. She would have to shop. Telling herself she was not that interested in Margaret’s brother, she felt she needed to visit with her today. Instead of rudely popping in, she sent a note with their driver.

 

Adam Bell and the Hales had completed their breakfast and moved into the sitting room.

“Margaret, I am serious about the ball. I do go every year but go alone. Don’t answer me now, but should you not be invited by another gentleman more your age, I would like you to attend it with me.”

“Adam, it seems one of us will gain a reputation if seen in both places,” Margaret smiled.

“I am sure it will be me. They will wonder what old man Bell is doing with such a beautiful young woman.”

“Adam, if you really feel that way, I will decline. I should hate for people to think you daft.”

“Au contraire, milady. They shall not think me daft, but they will be envious. Think about it.”

“Bessie Higgins is going with her father due to her mother’s illness and I have been invited to go with them. It’s a first for her and me. I cannot leave her alone. I think we have a pact.”

“A pact, have you?” Bell laughed. “I see. Two young ladies on the prowl, eh?”

“What … on the prowl?

“Adam,” interjected Fred, “she is prowling now but does not recognize it as such. She was with me when I went to Marlboro Mills yesterday. She stared at Mr. Thornton unabashedly.”

“Adam, that doesn’t mean I was trying to seduce him, does it? That’s what Fred said I was doing. He can’t be right about that.”

Richard Hale was chuckling over the spot Adam was being placed in. Adam certainly knew about the whims of women, where he didn’t.

Fred and Margaret waited for an answer.

“I’m sorry. Am I supposed to be some type of referee in this,” Adam asked. He glimpsed at Richard, who was smiling while reading his paper.

“Father Hale,” asked Adam, “has there not been a reckoning for this young woman?”

“Adam, you don’t have to ask that of my father. I went to finishing school, you know. They said nothing about looking directly at someone.”

“She said that Mr.Thornton is a good-looking man … her words. Sis found it hard to pull her gaze from him. She doesn’t know her own power over men yet. One or both of us have to teach her.”

There was a knock at the door.

Margaret jumped to her feet, “Power over men? Fred, you are getting more ridiculous.”

Dixon handed the note to Margaret. “Miss, the driver is waiting for an answer.”

Margaret read the note from Bessie. “Dixon, tell the driver ‘I will be most happy to be of help,’”

Dixon left the room and again all eyes were on Margaret.

“It seems Mr. Thornton is asking if I can take a look at his profit statement. Excuse my while I get ready.”

Margaret walked into the hall near the stairway and started to laugh. She couldn’t help but enjoy these conversations of impending social skills with men. It had been more than a year ago when she learned proper manners but had not had an occasion to use anything past day-to-day politeness. For a little while, the men were going to think she was to face Mr. Thornton alone. “Whatever will they say next?” She wondered.

 

Margaret was waiting by the door and saw the coach arrive. She walked out immediately before Bessie, or her driver came to the door.

“I don’t believe it. She is getting into the coach,” Fred gasped.

“Fred, do not worry. She thinks she is fooling us. That is not Mr. Thornton’s coach by any means.”

“So who is she with?”

“I know that coach but cannot remember who it belongs to. Has she made any friends?”

“Just Bessie Higgins.”

“That’s whose coach it is. Nicholas Higgins. Now that we have that cleared tell me about her behavior.”

Fred began the short tale of Margaret and the Man. Richard Hale mentioned about her nervousness when Thornton had asked her a question in the classroom. The men spent two hours talking about Margaret’s introduction to men and what she needed to know. Also, Adam learned of her teaching skill about budgeting. Tea was served several times.

 

Bessie and Margaret were strolling along the store fronts. The driver was pacing the coach behind them. Margaret stopped at a store window.

“Bessie look at these beautiful crocheted table covers. Oh, and here is a bedcovering. Do you think there might be a nice shawl in here.”

“Let’s look.”

Both ladies entered the small room, hearing the bell clang as the door opened. A woman rocking in the back of the room with her handwork in her lap asked if she could help. Neither Margaret or Bessie could see where the voice came from.

“Here, I am,” she said, standing.

“Miss, we noticed your lovely work in the window and came in to ask perchance you make ladies shawls?” Bessie inquired.

“Yes, miss. I have two over here.”

They were directed to a shelf on the back wall. The owner unfolded each one to show size and pattern.

“They are truly lovely,” Bessie said.

“What do you think Margaret?”

“Exquisite work. Perhaps I should have taken needlework in school,” she grinned.

Both women looked at the intricate work. Margaret had Bessie try on both. The shop owner pointed to a full mirror so she could see herself.

“Oh Margaret, I can’t seem to choose. What do you think?

Margaret walked around Bessie several times with each shawl seeing what it looked like if someone was walking behind her.

“Bessie, they are both grand. If I had to purchase one, it would be the one you have on now.”

“I think so, too.”

The shop owner helped remove the shawl and waited for an affirmative answer.

“I will take this one.” Bessie pointed to the one just removed from her shoulders. “My father is one of the Masters at Marlborough Mills. Can you bill us?”

“I am sorry madam, I cannot afford to do that. However, I can set it aside for a week until you can return to it. Once it’s purchased, then I will open an account for you on any other purchases in the future.”

“Thank you. I’m not sure if my father has this much money on him today, but we shall go ask.”

“Please, miss, your name?”

“Bessie Higgins.”

“It is set aside for you.”

“Thank you. I will go see father now. Otherwise, I will return early in the coming week.”

“Very good, miss.”

They said their goodbyes and hurried to the carriage waiting outside. “Take us to the mill, please..”

“Margaret, I am so glad you noticed that.” Bessie looked at Margaret. There was something strange about the look on her face. “Is anything wrong, Margaret? You look strange. Should I take you home first?”

“No. I will be glad to go with you.”

“Is it Mr. Thornton?”

“Why do you ask that? Of course, it isn’t. It isn’t anything. I guess I was just thinking of something when you looked over at me. I believe I was wondering about my own shawl.”

“All right. We’re here anyway.”

Bessie asked a worker where her father might be and was told the partners were in the office upstairs.

“Oh thank you. Let’s go, Margaret. What is wrong with you, c’mon.”

Margaret promised herself all the way up the steps she would not stare.

Bessie knocked on the door and entered without waiting.

“Well, I see my young lady and her friend have come for money, I would wager.”

John looked up from his profit worksheet.

“Good morning Bessie, Miss Hale.”

Margaret nodded her head and stood next to Bessie in front of her father’s desk while she pled her case for the shawl.

Margeret peeked sideways and saw Mr. Thornton watching her, listening to the conversation.

She quickly snapped her head forward as if mortified being caught looking at him.

He grinned at the thought.

Nicholas pulled some paper money from his pocket and gave it to his daughter.

“Thank you, father. I wanted to look nice for my first ball.”

Margaret looked over again at Mr. Thornton. She noticed he was looking at his profit statement. She hadn’t said a word except for good morning.

“Well, Margaret shall we go?”

“Of course. Good day, Mr. Higgins, Mr. Thornton.”

“Before you leave, Miss Hale, I was wondering how you are coming along for our next lesson,” John asked. “There is more, isn’t there? I’ve had some very complimentary words on your lesson. Please have some water with you this time,” he smiled.

“Thank you, Mr. Thornton. Fairly well, yes, I’m delighted, I will.” Margaret answered all four questions in succession as they were asked and then opened the door and walked out.

Bessie turned to Mr. Thornton and shrugged her shoulders and then followed after Margaret.

John and Nicholas looked at each other in surprise and then started laughing.

“Did you catch all that, John,” Higgins asked laughingly.

“I think so. It was rude of me not to let her answer each question, and she threw it back at me.” John gushed with laughter and rocked back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

After climbing into the carriage, Bessie asked, “What was that all about?”

“What was what?”

“Mr. Thornton asked you a few questions.”

“I know. I answered them, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but …”

“But what?”

“You answered them all in one sentence. You gave four answers in a row.”

“No, I didn’t do that.”

“You surely did, Miss Hale. You left Mr. Thornton and my father laughing as we left. They were surprised. I think you were nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yes, seeing Mr. Thornton. You’re doing that parrot thing again. You didn’t know you would be seeing him today. Now, I know why you looked like you did in the coach coming here. It was either fear or excitement.”

“I assure you, neither is the case.”

“Margaret, he makes you nervous. I remember you feeling that way at the lesson and just now. He’s taken you know?”

“I know.”

“Then I was right, it was Mr. Thornton exciting you. Admit it. You are falling for the man.”

“I am sure you are quite wrong, and as you say, he is taken.”

Chapter Ten

 

 

Margaret asked to be let off at the library which was on the way to Bessie’s shawl shop. She had put that off too long. She only had three more days to accumulate all she wanted to say.

 

She was left in front of the library and watched as she entered, but Bessie didn’t like leaving her there alone. She decided to get Margaret’s brother so he could walk her home.

Fred answered the door to Bessie.

“Did you happen to forget to bring my sister home?” He grinned. “Come in.”

“That’s why I am here, Fred. She asked to be taken to the library, saying she would walk home. I do not feel comfortable with that. If you or your father would like a ride to the library before I go home, I would feel relieved about leaving her.”

“Wait here. I will tell father, and get my coat.”

Fred was only a minute, and Bessie had the thought that she now felt how Margaret must have felt going to see Mr. Thornton.

“I’m ready.” Fred opened the door for Bessie. “After you, milady,” he jested. “Bessie, I know no one from here. I would like to ask you to have dinner out with me some evening. Do you have to get permission?”

Bessie was caught off guard, but pleasantly. “I didn’t expect that. I’m sorry I look so surprised.”

“You shouldn’t, you know. You’re a lovely young lady. I would be honored to have you on my arm.”

Bessie started to blush. That took Fred aback. The women he had seen in the past few years weren’t the type to blush.

“Fred, you do me honor in asking. I must say that I haven’t been out with a gentleman before. I am sure I will embarrass you in some way.”

“I think it’s impossible to embarrass me and nothing you could do would make me feel that way. I won’t ask for an answer now. But be prepared in the near future. I will say this. I am young, intelligent, a gentleman, who is a bit rough around the corners, headstrong on some points. I love my sister with all my heart. I would like to know you better.”

Fred noticed Bessie’s face was flush with color. She looked away.

“Fred, please.”

“Please, what?” He knew he was close to wooing her. Whether she realized or not, didn’t matter.

“We are at the library. I will think about it. I will give Margaret a note the night of her lesson class.”

“No need for a note. I will be there, too. I have an appointment to talk with Branson.”

“I see.” Fumbling for words, “give me some time to think about this. I’m not sure I would be chaperoned or not.”

“That would be cumbersome. I should think not, considering I am almost part of the family.” Fred laughed.

“You shall have an answer soon.”

“I can wait.” Fred kissed the back of her hand and exited the coach.

 

As Bessie walked out of the shop with her purchase, there was a nice gentleman standing outside waiting for her.

The man knew her driver was watching intently.

“Excuse me, miss. I am sure you do not recognize me, and perhaps I should wait for a proper introduction. My name is Colby Hunt. I saw you at the Master’s lesson class last week, is that not correct?”

Bessie looked at her driver who jumped down from his seat and stood behind her like a guard.

“Yes, I was there. Are you a mill master?”

“I am. Am I right in assuming you are the daughter of Mr. Higgins of Marlborough Mills?”

“You know my father?”

“Yes, for several years now. I wanted to introduce myself that night, but you and Miss Hale left in a hurry with her condition.”

“How can I help you?”

“Please tell your father that I have introduced myself. Here is my card. I would like to ask him if I may ask you to have tea with me in that small café in town. That is if you are willing.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know you.”

“That’s the point of having tea.”

“I’m at a loss for words today. I will talk with father, but I do not think that I will be interested.”

“I see. I am disappointed but understand. I come out of nowhere and ask you out. Perhaps you will reconsider one day. Please excuse me for taking your time. Good day, Miss Higgins.” Mr. Hunt turned and left.

Bessie’s driver opened the door for her and held her package until she was situated. “Home please.”

“Very good, miss.”

Bessie felt like she had just dreamed that.

 

“Fred, what are you doing here?”

“Miss Bessie didn’t like leaving you to walk home alone, and I am against it, too. You should have more sense.”

“I do this often, Fred.”

“Well, now that I am here, you will have a coachman or me to accompany you. Perhaps mid-town you could walk with little fear, but not the way you have to come and go from here to home. Too many back streets for a young lady to weave her way through.”

“Shush! We don’t talk in here. People are trying to read.”

“What are you looking for?”

“Books on milling accountability?”

“Let me see. I’ll look through the first thousand and you can look through the rest.”

“Stop it, Fred. You’re here to walk me home not to assist me in my lesson planning. Now, go sit down or look through books on … horse and buggies.”

“Not a bad idea.” Fred went strolling off looking for books about horse ownership.”

Margaret let out a sigh and headed toward the milling section, which was exceptionally large. There were books for the twine used to bundle the end bolts to books on “Taxes and Tariffs” when shipping to other ports. She knew little of that and decided to bring that one book home. Estimating building structures, machines, and start-up costs were a good find. The ledger accounting was all the same, but she was looking for specific line-items they could massage or improve from one month to the next. There were few if any books on businesses the size of a cotton mill. Margaret couldn’t find any type of business that hired as many as a mill. She would like to walk a mill so she could visualize changes that could be made if a master had a mind to. Did she dare go to Marlborough Mills again?

Margaret went to the front desk and asked for a piece of paper. She was going to send Marlborough Mills a note and ask for a guided tour.

When they left the library, she had the driver take them to John Thornton’s mill yard. When the coach stopped outside the yard, the gateman walked her way.

“Please sir, could you see that one of the masters receives this today?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He thumbed his cap as a polite gesture and backed away as the driver turned their coach around.

Jane Austen’s EMMA

BILL NIGHY, JOSH O’CONNOR, CALLUM TURNER, JOHNNY FLYNN, MIRANDA HART, GEMMA WHELAN JOIN ANYA TAYLOR JOY IN NEW MOVIE ADAPTATION OF JANE AUSTEN’S EMMA!

JANE AUSTEN’S NEW ‘EMMA’
ROUNDS UP A STELLAR CAST!
Anya Taylor Joy will lead the stellar cast!

You probably remember that last Autumn your trusted spy told you that a new big screen version of Jane Austen’s famous novel EMMA is being prepared and that Anya Taylor Joy will play the female protagonist, and now they’ve added the rest of the cast and I must say it looks rather stellar! Johnny Flynn joins the Focus Features Working Title movie as George Knightley, legendary Bill Nighy as Mr. Woodhouse, Les Miserables star Josh O’Connor as Mr. Elton, War and Peace star Callum Turner as Frank Churchill, comedian Miranda Hart as Miss Bates, Mia Goth as Harriet Smith, Rupert Graves as Mr. Weston, Gemma Whelan as Mrs. Weston, Amber Anderson as Jane Fairfax and Tanya Reynolds as Mrs. Elton.

Callum Turner and Josh O’Connor will lead the male cast!
JANE AUSTEN’S EMMA,
period set movie will be directed by Autumn de Wilde (her first one ever) with the story following Emma Woodhouse, a congenial young lady who delights in meddling in other people’s affairs by matchmaking. She is perpetually trying to unite men and women who are utterly wrong for each other. She often tries to find a suitor for her best friend but fails because the suitors usually fall for herself. Despite her interest in romance, Emma is clueless about her own feelings and is not considering her own happiness in love!

Rupert Graves and top model Amber Anderson have also joined the cast

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