All language subtitles for Sanditon s03e05.eng

♪ ♪

CHARLES:
Your father sold your mother

to another plantation owner.

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The only way that we could
be together

is if we were to escape.

Why will you not listen to me?

You're a wonderful wife,
but you're not a businessman.

GEORGIANA:
The Duke did me the honor

of asking for my hand
in marriage.

Why did it have to be him?

RALPH:
You're not yourself here. It's not Sanditon.

SAMUEL:
Augusta has eloped with Sir Edward Denham.

So you'll help me find her.

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RALPH:
Miss Markham is far from alone.

She has her uncle,
his brother.

Our parents are expecting us.

What's one more day when
Augusta's future's at stake?

This is the last thing
I'll ask.

Then I'll come back to you.

I promise.

MRS. WHEATLEY:
Good evening, gentlemen.

(door closes)
I hope you had a pleasant...

But where is Miss Markham?

COLBOURNE:
We hoped she might have returned before us.

Even just to collect
her belongings. (floor creaks)

Leo.

Why are you still
awake at this hour?

LEONORA:
I couldn't sleep.

Why is Augusta not
with you?

SAMUEL:
Leo?

Is there anything
you wish to tell us?

COLBOURNE:
Leonora?

I promised.

(softly):
Please, Leo.

You won't be punished.

Come, now.

You would not
keep a secret from me.

This afternoon,
I helped her meet with him.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted Augusta

to be happy again.

COLBOURNE:
Go on.

She said she wanted
to escape.

She talked of
a place called Falmouth.

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Well done, Leo.

Let's hope to God we find her
before she is ruined.

(door creaking)

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(door closes)

I will see Miss Heywood
safely returned.

Godspeed to you both.

(carriage door shuts)

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(wildlife chittering)

Good morning, Louisa!

And how is my betrothed
this morning?

Oh, perfectly dreadful.

I might have known.

You've changed your mind
in the cold light of day.

Oh, no, no, no,
it's nothing to do with that.

It's my wretched nephew.

He's run off,
with that Markham girl.

Dear me.

Well, I assume that the uncle
is trying to recover her.

Yes, he's on his way
to Falmouth even now,

but I have little hope
that he will catch them.

Oh, it's all
unspeakably sordid.

She will be ruined!

Along with our family name.

Well, not necessarily.
(sighs)

If we can keep
the whole affair a secret,

we could force him to marry her
before word gets out,

then no one will know.

Besides, you won't be
a Denham for much longer,

and then you won't have
to worry about the family name.

Hm, I suppose that's
some consolation.

One of the many benefits
you will receive

by marrying Mr. Pryce.
(chuckles)

What are the other benefits?

You'll find out next week.

Next week?

We've waited long enough,
have we not?

And neither of us has
time to waste.

Hm, just so long as you
turn up this time.

My dear Louisa,

nothing in God's earth
would stop me.

(gulls crying)

GEORGIANA:
Arthur, have you come to

congratulate me after all?

I've come in the hope
that in the cold light of day,

you might reconsider
this rash, impulsive decision.

It is neither
rash nor impulsive.

You don't love Harry,
any more than he loves you.

This has
nothing to do with love.

Look.

Each day, the post brings
yet more claims on my fortune

and marriage proposals
from strangers.

Once I'm a duchess,

all the voices will be silenced.

All this will cease.

And what about
your happiness?

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What about
his happiness?

I've no wish to hurt you.

But if you cannot marry him,
why should I not?

(door opens)
LADY MONTROSE: And how is

my daughter-in-law-to-be
this morning?

Your Grace.

Lady Lydia.

LADY MONTROSE:
Oh, Mr. Parker.

I'm afraid we're going to have
to steal Miss Lambe from you.

We have a wedding
to organize.

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(people talking
and calling in background)

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(exhales)

(birds chirping)

We've been
traveling all night.

Perhaps you should
try and sleep.

How can I?

My mind is racing with
thoughts of

how I might have
stopped this.

What good will that do?

The die was cast

the moment Denham declared
his interest in her.

Or rather, her inheritance.

I tried to warn Augusta,

but she was too stubborn
to listen.

Augusta's not a child.

She knows her own mind.

She's too young to
know her own mind.

Too often,

young women are thought
to be strangers

to their own minds.

It is left to fathers or uncles

to choose the path
their lives should take.

As if we require
saving from ourselves.

Is this not evidence
that she does?

Even if he is unworthy,

what she feels for him
is real.

She's a young woman
in love.

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So tell me this.

What should I have done
differently?

You could have listened.

Instead of disparaging her.

Persuaded her to make
the right choice for herself,

instead of making the
choice for her.

All I want is
to assure her future.

Of course you do.

That's all any father wants.

(inhales softly)

Including mine.

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I must also own my
share of the blame for this.

I told Augusta
she must follow her heart,

or she would
live to regret it.

(people talking in background)

We must find a place
to rest our heads.

But we've only
just arrived.

Are you not exhausted
from our journey?

I am excited.

I feel free, at last.

We no longer have
to hide ourselves away.

We can do whatever we choose.

No one can stop us.

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Heading out, I see?

I'm off to
the Old Town again,

to see how young Dora
is faring.

I hope she is recovered.

I hope she will not soon
be out of a home.

(exhales heavily)

Mary, for the last time,
please understand.

This hotel will bring
prosperity to Sanditon.

It will bring jobs and
a better future for all!

At what cost?

It is not too late.

Particularly when
there are so many sick.

You can still do what is right.

(exhales)

(both sigh)

(door closes)

Forgive me.

Is this the Parker household?

Of course, Chawley
is one of the finest houses

in the country,
but with 40 bedrooms,

it is quite an undertaking.

I hope you're not
daunted.

Not in the least.

I relish the prospect.

(chuckles):
In truth, the east wing

is in need of...
repair.

But there's so much room
that you and Harry

can go about your own lives.

Husbands need
space to roam, after all.

But not too far.

But rest assured,

I shall only be moving to
the dower house on the estate,

so I will be able to guide
and advise you.

A great comfort,
I'm sure.

There is so much
to impart!

I've never forgotten

how my late mother-in-law
took me in hand.

And now it's my turn

to ready you
for your new role.

I'm keen to learn

everything you have
to teach me, Your Grace.

You'll make
a fine duchess,

I know it.

And the very moment
you are ready,

we shall present you
at court.

MARY:
There you are!

Mary.

Could this wait,
perhaps?

(breathlessly):
This is Agnes Harmon.

Your mother.

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(breath shudders)

(footsteps retreating)

Georgiana!

Stop!

Please!

How could you
ambush me like this?

You've spent so long
searching for your mother.

I thought you wouldn't
wish to wait another moment.

I exhausted
every possible avenue.

She could not be found.

So whoever that woman is...

What are you saying?

I am used to people taking
advantage of me.

But to pose as my mother...

If it was her,
I would recognize her.

I know this is a shock.

But if I had
the slightest doubt,

I wouldn't have
brought her to you.

At least hear
what she has to say.

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(people talking in background)

You have no reason
to be nervous.

I am not nervous.

I trust you

with all my heart.

As you should.

(door opens)

(horses nickering)

If I'd have known
it were him,

that it would lead
to this,

then I would've never
encouraged her.

I do not doubt it.

All I knew was that

you were trying to
choose a husband for her

against her will.

The thought of Augusta being
trapped in a loveless marriage,

unable to be with
the man she...

It was more than I could bear.

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I'm sorry that I can't
keep you company any longer,

but Parker and I must secure
the last of our investments.

Well, you've proved
a useful distraction.

You've saved me from dwelling
on my miserable nephew.

Would you be so kind as to

bring round the carriage?

(laughing):
Carriage?

You mean your buggy.

No, no, no, no, Parker and I
are off to Bath.

I thought our carriage

would be more suitable
for the journey.

Our carriage?
Mm.

What's yours
will soon be mine

and vice versa.

Now, I admit
that my estate

is not so grand as
Sanditon House.

But I can assure you,

you will be
more than comfortable.

My late wife
had excellent taste.

Although I'm sure you'd
wish to make minor adjustments

here and there.

You expect me to leave Sanditon?

It is customary for a wife to
live with her husband.

And you wouldn't want
to see me

traipsing
up and down the country

in order to be with you,
would you?

After so many years apart?

She's clearly an
unscrupulous opportunist

who got wind of
the fact that

Miss Lambe is
not only wealthy,

but soon to be titled.

The news would need to

have traveled at
the speed of lightning.

Well, I hope they
give her short shrift.

But enough of her.

We've yet to discuss
your triumph last night.

Given what
a clumsy dancer you are,

Mr. Colbourne
seemed quite smitten.

(gulls crying)

Do you know
how cruel this is?

I've been searching
for my mother for months.

And I have been
searching for you for years.

But not knowing you were here,
I was sending word

back to Antigua.

I assume you
read the newspapers

about an infamous heiress,

and suddenly
you realized

I must be your daughter.

That's not
what led me to you.

I don't read
the London newspapers.

Why now?

(exhales)

In Antigua,
I'm not a free woman.

I can never return
there.

My then-master brought me to
England five years ago.

I fought for my freedom.

But I lost hope that
I would see you again.

Why should I believe you?

I did not come here to
upset you.

I do not want
a thing from you.

All I want
is to know you.

And if it wasn't the trial

or the newspapers, then what?

What led you to me now?

It was Mr. Molyneux.

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Otis?

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MARY:
I brought you some fresh fruit, my dear.

(Dora coughs)

(sniffles, coughing)

Your fever seems to be
lifting, Dora,

but you must
eat some of these.

MRS. FILKINS:
It's very generous of you.

I promise I've not
given up on my endeavors.

I believe the
Old Town can be saved.

I'm afraid we need
rather more than

your goodwill,
Mrs. Parker.

When did you get this?

I did not know.

That your husband has

already sold out the land
from under us?

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What are you saying to my uncle?

That since he won't
let us marry,

we have no choice but
to go to Scotland.

(quill scratching)

I cannot wait to be
your wife.

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I cannot wait to be
your husband.

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You must be tired, by now.

Will you not
lie down a while?

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We shall just have
to search street by street.

Are we not best to start with
the boarding houses?

If they've been traveling
all night as we have,

they'll be looking
for a place to sleep.

I fear sleep will be
the last thing on his mind.

He brought her here to
ruin her.

To force a marriage.

She will not be ruined.

She will be the same Augusta
she ever was.

No less
a part of your family

and no less
deserving of your love.

I know it's not the life
you wished for her.

But for her sake,
try to reconcile yourself to it.

Mary, we'll leave as soon
as the meeting is over,

so I'll be back in good time
to welcome the Montroses,

and of course,
to meet Georgiana's... How could you?!

You've served
them eviction notices!

What did you think was
going to happen?

I thought, I hoped

that your conscience
would stop you!

That you'd realize what
you were doing is immoral.

It is merely business.

It is wrong!

Mrs. Filkins
is caring for a sick child.

We have a responsibility.

Does my opinion count for
nothing?

This all is for you.

Don't you see?

This is for our future,

our children's future!
No.

All I see is

a man who has lost
his way.

You are no longer
the Tom Parker I married.

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(exhales, door closes)

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PRYCE:
Make haste, man!

I've got a blushing
bride-to-be to return to.

Why did I think they'd be
staying under their own names?

He's far too calculating
for that.

It's too soon to
give up hope.

I just spoke to
the baker's boy.

He delivers all over the town,

every inn, every hostel.

I asked if he'd seen anyone
that fits their description.

He said there's a
tall, fair man

staying at the Old Crown Inn
with his new bride.

(water splashing)

You do love me,
don't you, Edward?

How could you ask me that?

I just need to hear you say it.

I love you more than

I've ever loved
another breathing soul.

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Those first six months

were the happiest I had
on this Earth.

But then your father
took a wife, an Englishwoman.

I begged for them to
let me keep you,

but my new owner didn't
want a slave with a child.

They told me you had died.

Mr. Molyneux said.

I thought of you every day.

When I departed Antigua,
I left a necklace

in the hope it might
find its way to you somehow,

that you'd have
something of me, at least.

And by then, I'd already
been in England two years.

To think
that all this time,

we have been
living just 50 miles apart.

Mr. Molyneux
came to find me in Bristol.

He found me through his work
with the Sons of Africa.

I took the first coach
I could find.

I traveled all night,

but I would have done anything--

anything--

to see your face again.

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(sets teacup and saucer
on table)

It found me in the end.

Just as you have.

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(inhales sharply)

Whatever's transpired,
try to show compassion,

or you'll only
drive her further away.

(door opens,
people talking in background)

(door slams open)

Uncle.

Miss Heywood.

I must thank you,
Mrs. Parker,

not just for persuading

Georgiana to trust me,

but for all the kindness
you have shown her.

We couldn't be fonder
of Georgiana.

To see the two of you
reunited,

nothing can make me
happier.

We have so much time
to make up for.

And we will.

Tom and I are
hosting a celebratory dinner

tonight for Georgiana,
Miss Harmon.

I do hope you'll join us.

Now it'll be
a double celebration.

What are we celebrating?

You haven't told your mother?

I'm to be married.

Oh, Georgiana,

that is wonderful!

Of course I'll come.
(laughs)

How can I miss a chance to
meet your new family,

or the man you love?

I'm sorry you chose to
come all this way,

but you have had a
wasted journey.

We are in love.

I will not let you
drag me away.

We are resolved
to be married, sir.

Then I will do nothing
to stand in your way.

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You are old enough to
know your own mind, Augusta.

If you genuinely love
Sir Edward,

if this is the man
you wish to marry,

then all I ask is
that you return to Sanditon,

so that we can
hold a proper wedding.

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(birds cawing)

Forgive me
for calling unannounced.

I had to see if there was
any word of Augusta.

Your arrival
could not be more welcome.

Alas,
there is no news.

With every hour that passes,
I grow more concerned.

I am sure she will be
safely returned all too soon.

I just wish
there was something

I could do to be of use.

Instead,
I find myself restricted

to pacing
the corridors endlessly.

At least we can now
pace them together.

I've only known
Augusta a short time.

She is my brother's niece
by marriage.

Yet somehow I
find myself rather

protective of her.

That speaks well of you.

At least there is
one positive

to come out of
this miserable situation.

What's that?

Miss Heywood
and your brother

have been forced
into each other's company.

Perhaps they
will finally accept

that they are
meant to be together.

Perhaps they will.

And yet, one
can never underestimate

the power of denial.

(chuckles softly)

I feared I might
never see Leo again.

Now she can be
my bridesmaid.

I would never
have dared hope for

such a change in you,
Uncle.

You must surely be
the cause of it, Miss Heywood.

I can make no such claim.

COLBOURNE:
Let me just say this.

I would never ask you

to marry any man
against your will.

A young woman should
be free to follow her heart.

Not forced into
a loveless marriage

just because her
parent or guardian

considers
it advantageous.

But I would beg you

to consider if this
is what you truly want.

You're a remarkable
young woman.

I've not said it enough.

You hold
so much potential.

I'd hate to see you

set a limit on
a life that's barely begun.

The choice is yours alone.

If you sincerely believe

that Edward Denham
is worthy of you,

that he can offer you

the fulfilment and happiness
you deserve...

...then you have
my blessing.

(breathes deeply)

Edward is a good man.

He has treated me with
nothing but respect

and kindness.

He could have taken my honor,
but chose not to.

EDWARD:
No.

It was only their arrival
that spared your honor.

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What?

(breath trembles)

A good man would not
steal you from your family

for his own ends.

This, this wasn't for
your own ends.

We are in love.

I've never been
in love with you.

It has only ever been
your inheritance I wanted.

Not you.

(breath trembling):
Edward, that is a lie.

Don't do this.

You do not care about
my money.

We are fated to be together.

(chuckles)

Are you really so naïve?

There were
many women before you.

There will be
many women to come.

(Augusta's breath trembling)

EDWARD:
Did you really think that

you would somehow
be the one to redeem me?

I always put myself first.

(breath trembling)

Ask Esther.

Ask Clara.

(whispering):
Ask my son.

(sniffles,
shuddering)

(gasping)

(sobbing)

(gasping, sobbing)

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You would really
have let them marry?

If you've taught me
anything, Miss Heywood,

it's that a young woman
has a right to

choose her own destiny.

I would respect
whatever choice she made.

Even if it pained me.

Just as I must
respect yours.

(birds twittering)

AGNES:
What is your future husband like?

Is he handsome?

Some would say.

And kind.

I do hope he is kind.

He is kindness itself.

MARY (breathlessly):
I'm so sorry.

Mr. Parker isn't here yet.

I can't think of

what is keeping him.

(doorbell ringing)

Oh, and now our other guests
are arriving.

What are we to do?

I'm certain
he will return soon, Mary.

In the meantime,
rest assured,

I shall play host
in his stead.

(exhales):
Oh, thank you, Arthur.

Lord Montrose.

Ah, Your Grace,

Lady Lydia.

How radiant you all look.

GEORGIANA:
Your Grace.

Lady Lydia, Harry.

May I introduce
my mother.

LADY MONTROSE:
So it is true.

She is your mother?

There is not
a doubt in my mind.

Well, this is both, uh,

unexpected and

delightful.

I am indeed
pleased to meet you.

I could not wait to
meet you all properly.

Most especially Harry.

Uh, not to put
too fine a point on it,

it is customary to address
the Duke as "Your Grace."

But he is to be
my daughter's husband.

Mm, let's not
split hairs, Mrs....

Miss-- Miss Harmon.

Oh, you're not married.

How original.

LADY SUSAN:
When you asked me to stay for dinner,

I would never have guessed

you had this in mind.
(chuckles)

Had I known
you'd be here,

I would have had Cook
prepare a banquet.

Ah, this is
infinitely preferable.

There is no finer meal

than a larder forage.

Mm.

Though I suspect you rarely
venture below stairs.

You seem to be
under the misconception

that I'm inherently grand.

My parents were not wealthy.

But then you
met Lord de Clemente.

Oh, he was not wealthy,
either.

Or kind.

We married in circumstances

not unlike those your niece
finds herself in now.

Hence your concern for her.

By the age of 30,
I was a widow,

with nothing to my name
besides a title.

That's why I pray for
a happier outcome for Augusta.

And why you've since
sworn off love and marriage.

It's getting late--
I've kept you too long.

Must you leave?

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Forgive me.

You're forgiven.

♪ ♪

I must apologize again for my
husband's unforgivable lateness.

ARTHUR:
I'm sure he won't mind that we've started without him.

LADY MONTROSE:
Mr. Parker,

surely a toast
is called for.

ARTHUR:
Uh, of, of course, Your Grace.

To the, uh,

future Duke and Duchess
of Buckinghamshire.

(inhales deeply)

May your marriage be

long and happy.

And may your
firstborn be a son.

To us, my love.

LYDIA:
How long will you be staying in Sanditon for, Miss Harmon?

As long as I can.

Now that I've

found Georgiana,
I am reluctant to

let her out of my sight.

LADY MONTROSE:
And yet it's so important

to let our children spread
their wings.

Hm, that is very much
your credo,

isn't it, Mother?

LADY MONTROSE:
There's nothing wrong with

a little gentle guidance
now and again, Lydia.

Wouldn't you agree,
Mrs. Parker?

MARY:
Well, my children are still young...

(softly): Arthur,
I've been thinking. (other conversation continues)

It is not a perfect solution,
but Chawley is vast.

There would be ample room for
you to live with us.

Would there not, Harry?

Ample.

If, if the arrangement
would be agreeable.

MARY:
Of course he would.

LADY MONTROSE:
What is the topic down there,

I wonder?

You all look
fearfully serious.

(chuckles)

Georgiana was

just telling me how large
your estate is, Your Grace.

(sighing)

Oh, it's a monstrous burden.

Sometimes I think
it would be a relief

to live in a dear
little house like this.

I imagine you can cope

with a bare handful of staff,
Mrs. Parker.

I consider myself fortunate
to have any, Your Grace.

Hm.

And what is your, uh,
situation,

Miss Harmon?

I lodge with
my employer in Bristol.

Oh!
So you have a, a trade.

I work for an organization
that helps former slaves.

They were a great help
to me

when I was given
my freedom.

But I imagine that's not
something you like to dwell on.

I am not in the least
ashamed of who I am.

Nor should you be.

(Mary breathes deeply)

You quite all right,
Mrs. Parker?

Oh, yes, thank you.

(breathlessly):
I wonder if we have a need for all these fires.

It's barely autumn.

You must tell me
where you two met.

(clears throat):
We met here in Sanditon.

ARTHUR:
Just a few weeks ago.

Hm, a brief courtship?

The briefest imaginable.

Yes, I was...

I was struck by Georgiana
the first time I saw her,

and, um...

We quickly came to realize
we wanted the same things.

AGNES:
And what are those things?

LADY MONTROSE:
Oh, what everyone wants

from a marriage,
surely.

Position, stability...

Some might venture
love should play a part?

LADY MONTROSE:
Love takes many forms, Lydia.

But you do

love each other,
don't you?

Of course.

Then you have my blessing.

MARY (breathing heavily):
Oh...

(breaths heaving)

Would you excuse me?

I feel in sudden need
of some air.

(gasping):
Oh!

(others exclaiming)

AGNES:
She's burning up.

Send for a doctor at once.

(horses trotting)

(shudders)

Why did I let myself
fall in love with him?

We cannot choose
who we fall in love with.

I know something of
the agony you're feeling.

But in time,
your heart will heal,

and this will come to seem
no more than a distant memory.

(sniffs)

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LADY DENHAM:
Well, well.

I wasn't expecting you

to return so soon.

Are you going to
explain yourself?

What is there to explain?

For all your efforts, Aunt,

it seems that I'm
quite irredeemable after all.

I assume this
means your plan failed.

Mr. Colbourne
caught up with you

before you
could ruin his niece.

And he managed to
restrain himself

from shooting you
on the spot.

As a matter of fact,

he offered us
the opportunity to marry.

But Miss Markham
came to her senses.

No.

It was I who declined.

Why?

Because she deserves a good deal
better than a man like me.

Oh, good heavens.

Could it be you actually
felt something for her?

Of course not, Aunt.

You know me--
incapable of feeling.

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Tom! At last...

I know, I know,

I am fearfully late
for dinner,

but it was worth it.

No, Mr. Pryce and I

have finally secured
all the investment

we need for our hotel.
Never mind that!

You need to
come upstairs at once.

It's Mary.

She is gravely ill.

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Oh, good God, Mary.

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Thank you.

I'd have been
at a loss without you.

You must have
more faith in yourself.

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You should
take Augusta home.

Good night.

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(carriage wheels squeaking)

(horse nickering)

RALPH:
Charlotte!

Ralph!
What are you doing

out at such a late hour?

I've been
walking the streets.

Waiting for your return.

You had no need to.

I was afraid you might not
come back to me.

Charlotte.

Thank goodness,
you must come at once.

What is it?

Mary collapsed
in the middle of dinner.

Dr. Fuchs
is with her now.

ARTHUR:
We are gravely concerned.

Charlotte,

this is my mother.

Agnes Harmon.

How do you do?

(gasps softly)

You found each other!

I will explain how later.

I prayed this day would come.

It's such a great
honor to meet you, Miss Harmon.

And I am glad to meet you,
too, Miss Heywood.

(exhales)

I only wish it were
in better circumstances.

We must see to Mary.

Of course.

LADY MONTROSE:
Do I gather Miss Heywood is returned

in Mr. Colbourne's
carriage?

That's right, Your Grace.

You're a very trusting man,
Mr. Starling.

They were not alone?

Miss Markham was with them.

At this late hour?
How intriguing.

Where can they have been,
I wonder?

It hardly seems
important now, does it?

There is little more
important to my mother

than what Mr. Colbourne
is doing or thinking

at any given moment.

That is because
he has a fine house,

a good income, and you are
in need of a husband.

I am thinking
only of you, Lydia.

Is your daughter not at liberty
to make her own choice

in a marriage,
just as her brother has?

LYDIA:
Hm.

If it were left to me,

I would be married already,
Miss Harmon.

But fortunately,
my dear mother saved me

from an unpropitious match.

(slurring, sniffs):
Might there be any more wine, Mr. Parker?

I am sure we could all use
something to settle our nerves.

(chuckles)

(evenly):
I believe there is some left in the dining room.

Mary!

I fear it is the fever
that has swept the Old Town.

The good lady
has tended to so many.

Fate has dealt her
a cruel hand.

My behavior has been egregious,
Miss Heywood.

(breath trembles)

Would that she'd just
sit up and admonish me.

Mary...

(wavering):
Mary, I swear it,

we will never
have a cross word again.

I will never
stray from your side

or, or waste a moment
without your company.

(crying):
There is nothing more important than you.

(Tom crying, sniffling)

Without you,
I cannot exist.

(sobbing):
Please...

Please!

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ARTHUR:
There is not a lot of claret left, I'm afraid.

I can ask the servant
to fetch another bottle.

I wonder...

Have you given any thought

to Georgiana's offer?

Now is hardly the time.

Think about it.

We would see each other
as often as we wanted.

But the marriage would give the
appearance of respectability.

As long as you kept
a discreet profile.

A discreet profile?

You

would have me
hide in the shadows

while you and Georgiana
maintain this charade.

Is a compromise
not better than nothing?

Is it?

How can you expect me
to turn a blind eye

to this misbegotten marriage
when you know I love Georgiana?

And I love...

My dear Arthur.

(breath trembling)

I feel the same.

I'm so sorry, Harry.

But I must be true to
who I am.

(breath shuddering)

I would sooner live alone
than live a lie.

(breath shuddering)

(sniffs)

(breathes deeply)

There is only a little left,
I'm afraid,

if anyone would care for some.

How is Mrs. Parker?

She is sleeping.

But still
dangerously feverish.

LADY MONTROSE:
Then it is time we left her to your care.

I will stay and keep vigil.

You should get some sleep.

LADY MONTROSE:
We can escort your mother

back to your apartment.

Thank you,
that would be kind.

(footsteps approaching)

(exhales deeply)

Everyone has left.

All except Mr. Starling.

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(fire crackling)

How is Mrs. Parker?

There's still no change.

You didn't need to stay.

And Miss Markham?

You have yet to tell me
what transpired in Falmouth.

She's quite unharmed.

I'm glad.

I'm sure Mr. Colbourne
was grateful for your presence.

Ralph...
Earlier,

while you were upstairs,
we were talking about marriage.

Miss Harmon
asked Lady Montrose

if her children were free to
marry who they chose.

What was her answer?

Lady Lydia said that

there was someone
she'd wanted to marry,

but her mother
put an end to it.

I was never
the man you chose,

was I?

This was arranged
by our parents

before we even knew
what marriage meant.

Yes.

You are so dear to me,
Ralph.

You always will be.

But I cannot marry you.

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You are in love with
Mr. Colbourne.

I tried so hard not to be.

I would understand
if you despised me.

No.

I can't feel anything
other than love for you.

That is what makes this so hard.

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LADY MONTROSE:
How does this compare with

your lodgings in Bristol,
Miss Harmon?

AGNES:
There's a great deal more room, but it's rather less cozy.

(chuckles):
You realize Georgiana is soon to be mistress of

one of the grander
houses in the country?

Yes, you made that
quite clear at dinner.

And of course,
being a duchess

brings with it
certain expectations.

A level of scrutiny.

No doubt.

As mothers, we want to see
our children flourish, don't we?

The last thing we would want

is for our presence to be
a hindrance.

So, if you should suddenly
find yourself called away,

I would be happy to provide you
with whatever was needed.

I can be quite generous
when I want to be.

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Her heart thumps like
a racing horse.

You must prepare
yourselves for the worst.

TOM (gasping):
No.

No, no,
you cannot mean...

I fear there is nothing
more I can do, Herr Parker.

Whatever is to come,

it will be decided
during the night.

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FUCHS:
She requires nothing less than a miracle.

GEORGIANA:
I question whether she's even my mother at all

or a fortune hunter.

HARRY:
I have used you ill, Arthur.

Mrs. Wheatley said there was
something you wished to tell me.

Something you could only say
in person?

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