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It's been three months since Jinny and I left England,

and in that time we've become acquainted with an entirely new life.

Everything has changed, except the way I feel.

I'm still dazed by the speed of our escape.

Still haunted by the million words left unsaid.

Having word of Nan simply through newspapers is agony.

And I refuse to believe the headlines which proclaim her constant joy.

The bliss of their honeymoon tour.

Is Nan's happiness real?

I know the huge burden this letter puts at your door...

but Nan has no truer or more loyal friend.

I am well aware that what I'm asking will shatter the Tintagel marriage,

and yet, Lizzy, I must ask for your help.

Every fiber of me longs to run to Nan,

but this letter gives her the means to come to me, to be with me.

My world is here now, but it can be our world.

So, Lizzy, please find a way to give Nan this letter.

Do what's right for Nan.

With endless gratitude, Guy.

Do I gather the duke and duchess are a sensation?

An exhausted sensation delighted to be home.

You have three months' worth

- of correspondence in the hall. - Ah. And a lifetime to answer it.

A triumphant tour and best behavior... eventually.

Well done.

Delighted to meet you.

I trust that your journey wasn't too arduous.

Are we happy with "arduous"?

Go for "difficult" to be safe.

She practically curtseys in her sleep.

- Cora, show them. - Yes, Mother.

And she walks like she's on wheels.

That's very good.

Now, do you know your conversation topics?

Yes. The weather, the scenery, the generosity of the hostess.

And you've learned your list of lords and in which county they reside?

I believe I could guess what they all had for breakfast.

Well, I believe you're ready.

So, this is it? I... I've got butterflies.

You'll look after my precious girl?

Mrs. Merrigan, we're merely polishing your jewel

to be presented to the world for admiration.

So, they'll all be there at this Tintagel feast?

Every year, before parliament opens,

the duke invites all the most influential lords.

And your special invitation's from the duchess.

You know, at your wedding, I shall wear ostrich plumes that brush the ceiling.

So will I.

Oh, Cora. Tonight, your life begins.

- How was that? - Good.

- Your Grace. - Thank you.

- Your Grace. - Lizzy!

Nan! Oh, my Nan!

I missed you so much. Oh, how's it been?

The papers made it sound crazy. The crowds!

It's been madness everywhere we've been and the places we saw and...

It's so good to see you.

It makes me miss Jinny a little bit less.

- And a little bit more. - Both.

There is someone else you might be pleased to see.

I am. I am very pleased to see him, but, Nan, I wanna hear how you are.

- Pleasure, as always. - As always.

Be right back.

Nan.

I need to talk to you.

So...

How are you? Truly.

I'm all right. I am. We've been so occupied.

Everywhere we go is very fascinating.

And people have been incredibly generous, and we've just spent the whole time--

Nan, I'm asking about--

I know what you're asking about, and Theo and I are happy.

We are. He's kind.

He makes me laugh. He looks after me, and we really enjoy each other's company.

I'm sure.

But, darling, what about Guy?

I think of him, of course.

But we're here now, and the dowager's promised Jinny's safe

and I'm doing all I can to keep her out of the papers, so I'm going to be all right.

So what was it that was so important?

Just that...

I missed you.

I miss you, and I've been really hoping that you're happy

and I'm really glad to hear that you are.

Love you.

Good afternoon.

- Afternoon. - Good afternoon to you.

- Are you following me, Miss Elmsworth? - No.

I'm not ruling out following you,

but on this occasion, I came to see Nan.

I'd have looked forward a lot more to today if I had expected you.

Me too.

A castle full of lords and noise was not exactly my dream today.

What was?

Book.

Bath.

Large bowl of food. No cutlery.

A cutlery-free day. The dream.

I thought today was meant just for lords.

And the occasional lowly MP.

My lords and ladies.

The warmest of welcomes to Tintagel.

May I present the duke.

Contrary to popular opinion,

our spring gala is not only an excuse for fresh air and drinking.

Shame!

Though my mother will ensure we're fed and watered.

Obscenely so.

But before next week's State Opening of Parliament,

we gladly open up our home.

Tintagel, birthplace of King Arthur,

whose Round Table symbolized the chivalry and democracy we prize so highly

and which you all represent so--

Lord Seadown...

I hope this year, you'll manage to avoid

twisting any ankles down any rabbit holes.

I always do my best to remain upstanding, Your Grace.

Brave man, Seadown.

You'll bring her back. We're all with you.

Thank you.

Our quest then.

As always, the Holy Grail has been hidden so we must search.

Your clues await.

And if your glasses are charged and your walking boots laced,

Tintagel is at your disposal.

Good luck.

The purpose of today is to thank the lords for their service,

and for the duke to maintain with them cordial and uncontroversial relations.

The duchess must do the same.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm glad it's you. I...

don't honestly what I'm even looking for.

So we're searching for a silver chalice that Jesus drank from?

Supposedly. At the Last Supper.

And in real life?

It's the bowl we keep the nuts in at Christmas.

King Arthur's quest was to bring it home to Camelot.

Though I imagine it had a lot to do with beating Lancelot.

Arthur's great friend and rival.

Guinevere, Arthur's wife, she and Lancelot were...

even greater friends.

I see.

Hard to imagine how that must be, isn't it?

Married to someone, but in love with another.

It's regarded as a legendary love story.

Yet I'm never sure.

How did it end?

Not well for Arthur.

Spear through the head.

And for Guinevere?

Lancelot came back for her,

after Arthur died, and found her in a nunnery.

Well, three meals a day, a comfortable frock.

What more could a woman want?

Your Grace.

You don't seem to be doing much searching.

While they search, I gather.

Signatures, promises of support.

When those with influence meet,

that's when their guards are down and they're open to business.

And you're unconcerned who you do business with?

I can't look at him, never mind smile.

Your Grace...

Lord Seadown has no sympathy from me.

Not a shred.

But each promise of support gets my bill closer to being passed.

Now, I'm petitioning to give a voice to working men,

and these are people who deserve to own land.

And if that improves lives for thousands of working families,

then I will shake the odd unpalatable hand.

I gather you're not averse to ruffling establishment feathers.

I wore a red dress to a black and white ball

just so for a few days the headlines wouldn't be about my sister.

As women may not be heard, but we can rely on being looked at.

You ought to go back and talk to the people with influence.

Your Grace,

I'm talking to someone with more influence than any lord in the land,

should she choose to use it.

Imagine if one might turn being looked at into being listened to.

Jinny?

Jinny?

Jinny!

I know you have a husband, but laughing with women?

Nights of laughing, it... it's the best.

No, apart from nights of under the sheets.

Oh, I never really enjoy any of that.

- What? - I... I've wanted to.

I want to.

Don't you just lie there and wait for it to be over?

No, Jinny.

Oh, no, but, you know, sometimes yes.

But in that case, I'll give you a tip.

Encouraging noises, it speeds it up a little bit.

Jinny, did you run?

Did you and Guy elope?

Was it that kind of running?

And, Jinny, was the running not all you hoped?

I think running might have been the biggest mistake I ever made.

Ah, here he comes. Mr. Under the Sheets.

No. No.

- When I said that, I didn't mean-- - Time to come home.

I'm taking you home, to bed.

Hey, Jinny. Remember, encouraging noises.

Are you trying to make me panic?

I was trying to get out of that house, of that room.

I'm just always there.

- You know Freddie needs you? - Yes, every second.

What, you know it every second or he needs you every second?

Both. You wouldn't understand.

You know I've given up a life for this and I've given up--

Yes, I shouldn't be here. Nan should.

You and Nan should be wherever you want in the world.

Do you resent me?

Sometimes.

So do I.

I think Freddie does too. My own baby resents me.

I'm going home.

- Yes. Good. And then we can... - No. England home.

Thought I could do this but I can't.

And I should have never dragged you into it.

We'd both be better off at home.

I need to show you something.

Come on.

- I didn't wanna have to tell you. - They're making me out to be mad.

They think I'm a kidnapper.

Well, you've taken Seadown's property.

No, I carried that baby. He came out of my body. I still feel it.

I'm not good at this. I'm not.

But I feel... I feel desperate every second that I'm failing him,

and he needs me all the time.

I'm scared to even pick him up and you're so good with him.

Jinny, I know I'm not Nan. I know I'm not one of the other girls.

I'm not your mother. But I love this boy.

Look at him.

He is doing so well.

And with his noises.

I promise you, both of you, I will do my very best to be enough.

When you imagined traveling the world, did you picture this?

Stuck here with some mad woman that you hardly know and her loud baby.

Yeah, it wasn't the dream.

Maybe it should've been.

And once she's asleep, you have to go in every 15 minutes.

Maybe every ten. And just go up close to her and check she's...

Mother?

Well, don't just stand there gawping, Richard.

Let joy be unconfined.

Your mother is moving in.

Your late father was many things, Richard.

Thrifty, it turns out, he was not. Bailiffs came for the lot.

The house?

Both houses and all the furniture. Every stick gone.

We may need to establish some rules with regard to florals.

With all of us here together, it might feel like Christmas.

That's exactly what we're afraid of.

Mother, you can't just barge into our lives like this.

- This is our house. - Now we all live in it.

Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself, Richard.

If you think things are bad for you, pity your poor sister.

Honoria will have to share a room with Mabel.

Yeah, one year they hid the grail in the water.

- Sneaky. - Not today though, I hope.

I don't fancy getting wet.

Isn't that it there?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

So that's the game, is it?

What are you doing?

Theo.

Don't.

Don't! Stop.

What is it?

My bracelet.

- Your bracelet? - It's gone.

I see it. I see it, I see it, I see it.

Thank you.

That'll teach me to splash dukes.

Here.

Well, it's a beautiful spot.

You're a good friend.

To Nan.

That's me.

I'm a good friend to everybody.

Well, if I was hiding a grail...

The main event's downstairs.

Burial chambers.

I hear her.

I hear Nan crying.

When she's alone, she cries.

It's not as though I didn't suspect how she felt...

about Guy.

I think my wife has a broken heart.

Found! No need to panic. The grail is found!

You found it?

Here you are.

What is this place?

Is King Arthur buried here?

So they say.

And Guinevere.

My uncle.

My father.

Mother will be next to him.

Then one day...

You.

And also...

Me?

There'll be a ring on that finger in no time.

I assume you must be Rich and Conchita's project?

All set to meet the love of my life.

Oh, I... I must have misunderstood. I thought the goal was marriage.

That's right.

Well, then for God's sake, don't be under any illusion love comes into it.

Leave sentimentality to the weak, or the French.

These transatlantic unions are hardly love matches.

Their purpose is to pay the bills.

But what about Conchita and Richard?

When Richard needed to find a wealthy bride,

he had to sail all the way to New York to pick one up.

This new season of hard-up lords don't even have to get on a boat.

And the good news for you is that none of them will care how bad you are

at balancing books on your head.

You'll be balancing the books in a different way.

I hear your father's a veritable gold mine.

This little piggy went to market.

Cora?

Richard's bringing the carriage around. You ready?

Yes, ready. Quite ready.

You look perfect.

I'll meet you outside.

Thank you.

He hears you.

Theo hears you crying when you're alone,

and it's killing him. I think he knows about Guy.

He knows he was here the night before the wedding?

No.

Not that.

He's just... He's trying to understand and he's worried about you.

- We both are. - Well, no one asked you to worry.

Why can't everyone just mind their own business?

Nan, I came here to see you

and I've been trying to figure out if you're happy or not.

Why?

I was happy before you started asking me.

And what does happy mean?

Oh, I would love to know, but I just...

I don't think it means crying in secret whenever you get the chance.

And what do you know about marriage?

You saw that place earlier.

We'll be buried together. This marriage is forever.

And I'm trying every day to be a good wife.

And we were all in on the plan, all of us.

But I am the one who has to live it every single day,

so excuse me if every once in a while I think about Guy and I can't bear it.

- Well, then just listen. - You listen to me.

This is my marriage and I'm trying to make it work.

I'm just trying to understand it.

Why? No one asked you to.

Nan!

Oh, it's so good to see you.

You too. How are you?

- I'm good. How are you? - Yeah?

This is Cora.

Hello, Cora. How are you?

I was just coming in to join the party.

Let's not. I mean, not quite yet.

Ta-da!

No cutlery.

Let's not go down and face everyone yet.

Go on.

Miss Merrigan, have you been able to do much sightseeing in England?

I've walked a lot.

I like to walk calmly but with purpose.

There are some beautiful parks and museums you must see while you're here.

Oh, I don't like museums.

I don't like parks much either, or England.

Lord Harris, Miss Merrigan's father is a distinguished businessman.

He owns a shop.

It is a very big shop.

Very big, and Miss Merrigan has a substantial dowry.

A generous allowance.

And an iguana.

I see.

And would your iguana come with you to England?

- No. - Oh, I plan to have six iguanas.

But you're not too attached to him though, are you?

No. Not attached at all.

What's your iguana's name?

Darling.

Right.

Alone.

The two of us in a bedroom.

What might possibly happen next?

I can't believe it.

I've missed you.

Me too.

So, do we live together now?

I think we might be living in sin.

Oh, that's absolutely my favorite way to live.

- No! - Honoria?

Sorry. Sorry, M... Sorry, Mother. I'm just... I'm just getting dressed.

They don't seem to have backgammon! What do they do here?

I d... I don't know. Just go downstairs, Mother.

I'll... I'll... I'll be there in just a second.

- Don't be long. - I won't.

I think she's gone.

Come.

I can't. I'm all she has.

Sorry.

One minute she won't speak,

the next, she's telling the Earl of Derby to trim his bloody mustache.

The girl's a menace.

Cora, what are you playing at?

He's not here.

There are some stuffed shirts in here.

Of course there are, this is England.

But there are some excellent options.

You think the lords aren't interested in my iguana?

Nor your snoring, nor your itchy head, nor your fear of children.

Cora, why the sabotage?

There were no thunderbolts. Not one.

And I won't just marry any hard-up lord who needs my father's cash, unlike some.

- You little entitled-- - Lady Brightlingsea,

I hope I don't have to tell my mother,

who's paying you good money, that you just took that tone with me.

That girl's complicated.

I fell in love with the queen of complicated.

Do you know what?

Did I fall in love with the first man who looked at me?

Hardly.

Cora's going to be trouble, but I like trouble.

Yes, thank you. Will you excuse me?

I must make the most of tonight, Your Grace.

I won't be in the country long.

News arrives every day.

And I'm afraid your poor sister's not in her right mind.

But when I've brought her and our baby safely back to where she belongs,

you can be sure she'll get the medical attention she needs.

My Lords, Ladies, and gentlemen, dinner is served.

- Wine? - Yes, please.

Thank you. Thanks.

Ready?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the...

May I actually speak?

Because believe it or not...

I have... I have plenty to say.

Mr. Hector Robinson is fighting to give a voice to all working men,

yet what a novelty,

how staggering, for even one woman to be allowed to have a voice.

A working man should be allowed to own his own land, true...

but no man should be allowed to own his wife.

To choose her like an ornament, or to gradually erase her,

like she's some mistake.

In a world where a woman's safety is far from guaranteed,

even in her own home,

it is my fight to make sure that she is at least believed and heard,

and that any man who threatens that safety

will feel the full force of what he deserves.

I seem to have an audience.

I seem to have a voice. And I will use it.

Theodore?

I believe my wife has spoken for us both.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Theo?

Theo!

Theo?

Humiliation, is that your game?

I'm not playing any games.

Nor am I. You'll regret that little performance.

Stay away from my wife.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine, thank you.

I'm so sorry.

I've been finding this marriage way harder than I've been able to admit.

And none of it's your fault, and I'm so sorry.

I really want to make this work.

I do.

Honoria, is there a sudden drought?

Where's the sherry?

Why must these things always happen to me?

Mother, I believe we all miss Father.

Who does?

Both your brothers are wasting their lives running around after Americans.

I'm entirely on my own.

You know, I'm virtually New York's backgammon champion.

Honoria, why don't you go to bed?

Your mother and I will be all right.

You're not leaving me?

Mother.

You're sticking with that dressing gown, are you?

If you're sticking with that face.

I have to let Guy go.

I'm really sorry.

I kept telling myself that

I could live a whole life thinking that Guy would eventually come back,

because Guy was everything.

But he's gone. I told him to go.

So I have to let go of the grief, of Guy. I have to.

And also, I think Theo and I have a chance.

And I really wanna make this version of my life work.

For Theo, for me, for Jinny.

And also, this life is... It might be important.

Nan, you've always been important.

Now that you have influence, imagine what you might do.

I feel like I can breathe again.

Same.

Yesterday, I was uncontrolled.

Self-restraint is a difficult skill to master.

I've lost my father.

And I may already be a father. I must ask your help--

I can't help you, Seadown. Nan has no idea where Jinny is.

I know, I've established that.

But... I don't believe you haven't heard from Guy.

What's Guy got to do with it?

Surely he told you about his plans?

He and Jinny left together, so he must have some information--

Guy left weeks before Jinny.

He wasn't at the castle on our wedding day.

No, actually.

Guy was seen by several of your servants on the morning of your wedding,

leaving in a carriage with my wife.

Witnesses also saw him the night before...

running around the castle grounds with Nan.

So if he was there the night before, and at first light,

well, he must have stayed the night.