All language subtitles for The Gilded Age - 3x02

[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

[spirited orchestral music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps pattering urgently]

Miss Gladys?

[sighs]

Miss Gladys!

[distant chatter]

Miss Gladys?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

She's not in the ballroom or
any of the rooms on that floor.

She's nowhere to be found,
Mr. Church.

Who will tell the mistress?

[sighs]

Mother?

Mother, wake up!

- What is it?
- Gladys is missing.

Her maid went to her room
this morning.

The bed hasn't been slept in,

and they've checked
the whole house.

You don't think she's eloped?

Oh, my God.
Did she say anything to you?

No.

But if she has run away, it's
because you left her no choice.

You're blaming me?

How will that help
find your sister?

- Should we contact the police?
- Of course not.

Madame.

This just arrived for you.

[breathing heavily]

I need to get dressed.
- What does it say?

It says where your sister
has been all night.

[whimsical music]

♪ ♪

[carriage door closes]

- Where are you going?
- The servants' entrance.

No. We have been asked
to come here.

We are going through
the front door.

Arthur, please,
let's not make a fuss.

We need to see our daughter.

Don't you go down those steps.

[wagon approaching]
- Whoa.

Oh, Dr. Kirkland.
[carriage door closes]

Mrs. Scott.

You are very punctual.

- Thank you for coming.
- Of course.

Shall we go in?
- Yes.

Mrs. Van Rhijn
is expecting you.

Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Scott.

I do wish this were under
happier circumstances.

Thank you for sending for us.

And, of course, this is good
of you, Dr. Kirkland.

We're so grateful.

Oh, you have
Mr. Scott to thank.

I have a mixture here.

Mrs. Van Rhijn wrote
that Peggy had a cough.

It's muriate of morphia,
powdered acacia,

and subnitrate of bismuth.

Thank you.
It will help.

I'd also like some hot water
for her feet.

I'll ask the footman
to take up a bath,

and our maid will bring
the hot water.

Marian, show Dr. Kirkland
the way to Miss Scott's room.

Of course.
Will you come this way, Doctor?

Please.
Uh, we can wait in here.

I'm afraid Peggy's room
is on the fourth floor.

That's quite all right.

[indistinct conversation]

There are two colored men
in the hall.

The doctor
and Miss Scott's father.

Well, I've seen it all now.

Miss Scott saved your job
out of Christian kindness,

and you have nothing
in your heart but prejudice.

The world I have lived in
since I was born

has been turned on its head.

Can you blame me if I'm shocked?

Yes, Miss Armstrong, I can.

I'm only saying
what everyone is thinking.

- I wasn't thinking that.
- No one is thinking that.

- But surely...
- That's enough!

I don't want to hear another
word out of your mouth

unless it's something nice,
which it never is,

so I trust you'll keep it shut.

Are you gonna let her speak
to me in such a manner?

Hmm?
Yes, I believe I am.

We're so grateful

Dr. Kirkland was able
to treat her.

Yes, and I'm deeply ashamed
that our doctor refused.

He's taken care
of my family for years,

so I was rather stunned.

- Why would you be stunned?
- Arthur.

You're a wise woman.

You know how the world works.

I suppose so,
but it still saddens me.

It is not how we were raised.

Our father was a patron

of the Institute
for Colored Youth

in Philadelphia,
where Miss Scott studied.

Yes, she told us.

Any word on Peggy?
- Not yet.

I'm just going down to ask
for more hot water.

He's a good doctor.

I know he is.

[door opens,
footsteps approaching]

That's her now.

This is not how I meant
for our engagement to be.

[door closes]
- My mother left us no choice.

What if she thinks
I kidnapped you in the night?

I'll tell her
it was all my doing.

She has to grasp
that I mean to stand up to her,

that we both will.

Please come with me.

Please.

Billy, we must be
strong and united.

- Gladys?
- I do love you.

Your mother's here.

Mother.

Mrs. Russell, we took
good care of Gladys.

It was 2:00 when she arrived.
They had to wake me up.

It seemed too late
to send her back.

Of course.

I made sure my footman
took the message

first thing this morning.

It was kind of you
to look after her.

I want to stay here
until Father returns...

Wait for me in the carriage.

- But I...
- Now, Gladys.

[footsteps departing]

They were never alone.

I made sure of that.
You have nothing to fear.

I woke to find
my daughter gone...

A nightmare for any parent.

She was at the breaking point
when she came.

I nearly sent for a doctor.

- But not for her mother?
- I suggested that.

But you can imagine
her reaction.

It's a family matter,
Mrs. Carlton.

Mrs. Russell,
won't you sit down?

Can't we start again?

Meaning what, exactly?

I know Billy got off
on the wrong foot,

but the children
seem well-suited.

Not to me.

I hesitate to pull rank,
but my great-grandfather

signed the
Declaration of Independence.

What were your ancestors
doing then, I wonder?

I thought you understood that
Gladys is about to be engaged.

It isn't what Gladys said.

Well, according to you,
she was out of her mind.

What if they can't be stopped?

But they can.

And they will be.

Good day, Mrs. Carlton.

[brusque music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Doctor, how's Peggy?

We must act fast,
or it may turn into pneumonia.

She should be kept warm.

I've asked Miss Brook
for more blankets.

And she needs to keep drinking.
- Our cook can make some broth.

I'd like to check back
in a few hours

and look in again tomorrow.

We prefer to take her home,
and you can visit her there.

I don't advise moving her,

not into the cold
for a long ride.

She'd be better off
staying here.

We'd feel more comfortable
to have her back

in Brooklyn, where you could...

With Mrs. Van Rhijn's
permission,

she will stay here
until you say otherwise.

I'll see you later on,
if that's all right.

It's more than all right.

Thank you for everything,
William.

We are certainly in your debt.

[light music]

[indistinct chatter]

We weren't expecting you
to return so soon, sir.

I have some business
that needs my attention.

I'm going up to change.

JP Morgan will be here later
for a meeting.

Very good, sir.

Where's Mrs. Russell?

She had an urgent matter

to see to concerning
Miss Gladys.

What do you mean?

Mrs. Russell
will explain, sir.

A panic's coming.

It's only a matter of time.

Stocks are plummeting.

There's a new firm
going under every day.

Grant & Ward just collapsed.

The Metropolitan isn't alone.

I couldn't let it fail.

Seney was innocent.

And as you just said, a run
on a bank can be contagious.

I'd have lost
more than I care to admit.

Well, if I have you
in my debt,

then I have grounds
to ask a favor.

My trip out west wasn't
about buying copper mines.

I said that because...

Because you wanted me
to believe it.

What really you're after
was the land

that went with the mines.

I have a vision...

a railroad that will transform
this country

and perhaps the world.

An illusory vision.

I want to connect all
the major cities of America

to create a continuous line
from New York to Chicago

and then from Chicago
to California,

without ten stops along the way.

It can be done.
- Perhaps.

But you say it too easily.

This will be a feat to rival
Moses parting the Red Sea.

You think you have a problem
getting round Morenci?

Wait till you start trying
to rearrange Chicago.

It's ambitious, yes.

But neither of us would be who
we are today without ambition.

This line will be built.

It must be.

The only mystery
is who will do it.

Your scheme will cost more
money than I know you have,

and your timing
couldn't be worse.

It's true.

I can't do this alone.

The risks are enormous.

But if we succeed,

the rewards
will be enormous, too.

[inspiring music]

All right.
I'll do what I can.

But if you fail,
you're on your own.

♪ ♪

Was she trying to win us over

with talk of her father
and the Institute?

- I don't know.
- [scoffs]

Maybe she wants you
to think well of her.

[scoffs, inhales deeply]

Since when have they cared
about any of us,

except when it comes
to our ability

to cater to their every need?

- We don't know Mrs. Van Rhijn.
- Mm.

And apart from our daughter,

we are likely the only colored
people she has had in her home.

[both chuckling]

Even so, Peggy wouldn't
have gotten this sick

if she was under our roof
and we were looking after her.

But this is where
she has chosen to be.

And Mrs. Van Rhijn
is kind to her.

Mm.

I feel safer knowing
our daughter

is living in that house
if she's not with us.

Mm.

But we can't blame her
for the ills of society.

And at least she invited us
through her front door.

Which you didn't
want to go in.

But we did.

- Now...
- Can we leave it at that?

[scoffs]

Ju... just for today?

[light music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Mother, society's opinion

is not the most important thing
in my life.

- Good morning.
- Father, you're home.

Well, you left me no choice.
You don't listen to me.

George.

When did you get back?
- This morning.

I'm sorry.
I should have sent a telegram.

- Was that Mr. Morgan outside?
- It was.

We had some business,
but it's taken care of.

And now I'm home.
- I'm glad.

Have you seen this?

[scoffs] I can't control
what they write.

I assure you, the last thing
I want is for our lives

to be gossip-column fodder.

Besides, Hector has a right
to a modicum of privacy.

And I have a right not
to be sold at auction

to the highest bidder.
- What is this about?

She's being hysterical.

You say that because
you've been caught out.

Don't think just because it's...
It's in print,

it's a fait accompli.

He's your duke, and you can
entertain him on your own.

- Gladys has a right.
- And I as her mother, I have...

Isn't this
a lovely welcome home?

Father, I prayed you'd come
back early and rescue me.

- Rescue you from what?
- Mother's plotting.

Look...

the paper says we're engaged.

But I don't even know him,
not really.

How did they get the story?

People gossip,
and they print it.

The story we should
be worried about

is your daughter's
midnight escape.

What?

She ran off to Billy Carlton's

and frightened us to death.

I had to.
There was no other way.

You weren't here to protect me.
- From your own mother?

- Yes!
- Stop being theatrical.

I only want to live
my own life!

- It's not that much to ask...
- Enough!

I have been traveling all night
and in meetings all morning.

Let us calm down and reconvene
in a more civil atmosphere.

Try not to worry, Gladys...

You look tired.

I hope the trip was a success.

I have piqued
Mr. Morgan's interest.

Good.

And I need your help.

If her antics leak
to the papers,

she'll ruin everything.

You've put her
in this position.

A position that will make her
the envy of every woman living.

And make her life a misery.

Is that what you want?

When there are children,
they will be among

the highest-ranking people
on Earth.

Do you really want that wrecked
by Billy Carlton?

I said she could marry
for love.

George,
I'm building her future,

a golden life.

Isn't that worth
more than a hasty promise?

[light music]

They got back to you, then?

They did.

And was it bad news?

It was...

but not for me.

Well, if you
don't want to say...

Oh, forgive me, Mr. Church.
I don't mean to be elliptical.

My wife is dead.

I'm very sorry to hear it.

Well, we were separated
for years, many years.

Have you told Mrs. Bruce?

I'm just waiting
for the right moment.

[pensive music]

[distant door closes]

Hello, Wilson.

I've just come
to pick up some things.

- Oh, you've come home.
- Only to get some clothes.

- I wrote to you at the club.
- I know.

Then why didn't you answer?

We are hosting

the Young Women's
Christian Association benefit

this Friday.

I've been making excuses
for your absence for weeks.

It's getting rather tiresome.

Oh, I'm sure it's tiresome.
But I've told you what I want.

But if you won't
answer my letters...

The truth is, Aurora,

you will not convince me
to change my mind.

Our marriage is over.

[scoffs] You do understand
that I will be finished

when the news gets out?

I should have sent Robson
for the clothes.

I will next time.

You'd prefer to send
your valet

rather than risk
being in my presence?

Please don't make me
say things I'll regret.

I want a divorce.
I need you to accept that.

I'm to accept
the end of my world,

with the sky crashing
to earth in flames.

Don't you care at all?

[crying]

"Break the rosary
in a pearly rain,

and gather what we let fall."

What is this?

Do I sense a rebellion
in our midst?

I've asked to see the staff.

May still be part of a mutiny.

What is it about, Aunt Ada?

[clearing throat]

You are not giving
the president's annual message.

Just talk.

[chuckles softly]
Good afternoon.

You will all see
my signature here

on this pledge for temperance...

- [sighs]
- Which is a cause I support

in memory
of the late Reverend Forte.

We have sickness in our house.

Is this really the time

to bother them
with this poppycock?

Miss Scott remains
in my prayers.

And she supported my meeting.
- Did you give her any choice?

I am asking all members
of this household

to join me in taking the pledge.

I'm sure I need not explain

the merits of temperance
to you all.

Ada, now you have
gone too far.

Agnes, what do you think our
temperance meeting was about?

Mrs. Graves told us...

I stopped listening
to that woman

the moment she opened her mouth.

You cannot force my staff...

Our staff...
My staff, actually.

And I'm not forcing anyone.

It is up to them
to make their own choice.

As long as it is.

As I was saying...

the pledge hereby reads,

"We agree that
we will not buy, sell,

"or drink intoxicating liquors.

"And we will use
our best endeavors

to prevent the sale and use
of the same by others."

Take charge of it, Bannister.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

"While His Grace,
the Duke, is in New York,

"he will be entertained
by Mr. and Mrs. George Russell.

But will he soon be
more than a guest?"

Do you think that's what
drove Miss Gladys to run away?

It's not our place to comment.

Her wedding
would affect us all.

If she moves to England,
who will go with her?

She'll need a maid.

I wonder if they'll hold
the reception here.

What do you think,
Mr. Church?

The mistress
will have a plan prepared.

She usually does.

Well, I feel sorry
for Miss Gladys.

Really? She'll be famous
around the world.

Her picture will appear
in every paper.

Her clothes will be copied
and her jewels.

But she won't have chosen
the man she married.

Plenty of people
who have a free choice

live to regret it.

[indistinct chatter]

[footsteps approaching]

What are you doing?

I'm going back
over the details.

Why?
You know it works.

Not quite.
I'm sure it will work.

There's a difference.

But Mr. Larry
wrote to me today.

He wants me at the meetings.

- [gasps]
- Of course you must be there.

He was foolish not
to see it before now.

You thought you'd put
your foot in it,

but you were right to ask.
- I want to go so bad.

But now that he wants me there,
I feel nervous.

I have to give
Miss Ada an answer

on the temperance pledge.

And not Mrs. Van Rhijn?

Mrs. Forte pays
our wages these days,

and that must mean something.

So what will you do?

Let them fight it out together?

This can't go on.

Would you rather I went up
and had it out with them?

- No.
- Well, someone has to.

And, anyway, I have a beer
most evenings.

Is that unreasonable?

We work all the hours God sends,

and now we can't relax
on our time off.

I don't see
how I can refuse Mrs. Forte

when she's been so kind
about the clock.

Mrs. Van Rhijn
will never give up her wine.

So it may never come to it,
eh, Miss Armstrong?

Don't include me.
I've signed it.

Does this mean everywhere
or just in the house?

When you sign the pledge,

you sign the pledge.

[horse neighs]

You look better than
you did yesterday.

Oh.

Yesterday's rather a blur.

- That's due to the fever.
- Ugh.

I do remember
my parents were here.

They sent for me.

Do you work with my father?

- In the way of things.
- Mm.

My father used to get
treatment for arthritis

at your father's pharmacy.

Often, I'd go with him

and watch Mr. Scott mix up
his potions.

Mm.

When I found out
he owned the store

and heard him advise patrons

about which medicine to take...

my world was cracked open.

I don't recall seeing you
around the store.

I went to school
in Philadelphia,

so I wasn't there much.

Good.

Now I can listen to your lungs.

Breathe normally.

Sounds better.

[coughing]

But you still have that cough.

[coughs]

- How is she today?
- Much improved.

Pulse is stronger,
and her fever is broken.

But she'll need to rest
for a few days.

We don't want a relapse.

No, that is quite forbidden.

[clears throat]

- Look what I brought.
- [gasps]

Oh, my chapter.

Just delivered.

We'll celebrate
when you're feeling better.

Your parents mentioned
you're a writer.

Is it an installment
from a novel?

Yes, but I'm very behind
on my work.

May I?

Oh.

[chuckles]
Yes.

Sure.

[lighthearted music]

[both chuckle softly]

♪ ♪

Your mother was very worried.

Only because
I'd ruin her plan.

[sighs]
Please don't scold me.

I don't agree
with your methods...

nor your mother's.

But I understand her intention.

And that is to give you
an astonishing opportunity.

But an opportunity for what?

To be one
of the most influential women

of your generation.

I don't want
to be influential.

And I refuse to be
Mother's project.

Let me be my own person.

Marriage is the one way
you can do that.

And this marriage would give
you the power to change lives.

You promised
I could marry for love,

and I'm in love
with Billy Carlton.

If you and Billy think

the best way to pursue this
is by running away,

then neither of you
is ready to marry.

What if he were
to ask you now?

He'll be at Mrs. Fane's party.

Very well.
I'll hear his arguments.

[sighs]

I only want
what's best for you.

But you think that's the Duke?

I think you should consider
all of your options,

including Hector.

[sighs]

And how is Miss Scott
faring today?

- Much better.
- It is such a relief.

I'm so pleased.

Our prayers
have been answered.

And you will send us
your bill?

Mr. Scott
has taken care of that.

Oh, good.

Well, Doctor,
we remain in your debt.

Aurora,
I can't help wondering,

does Charles drink?

It could explain his behavior.

Not in that way.

But it might seem better
if he did.

It would be less
of an outright rejection.

Oh, don't talk like that.
Charles is the fool here.

Bannister, is there
any news on the pledge?

Will the servants sign?
- Well...

Bannister, please,
ignore Mrs. Forte.

And let the matter drop.

I will not let it drop.

This is my staff.

I believe I have a right
to ask for their support.

- Mrs. Forte, ma'am...
- And do you have

the right to tell them
what to eat for luncheon...

I'm not telling
what to eat for luncheon.

Or where to worship on Sunday?

Well...

I think
it's perfectly simple...

Mrs. Van Rhijn!
Mrs. Forte.

What is it, Bannister?

I'm very sorry,
but we must know downstairs

who is in charge
of the house now.

- Well...
- Well, why must things change?

For a very good reason.

That is...

I, uh...

You are quite right,
Bannister.

Things have changed.

Mrs. Forte is the head
of the household now.

Well, in a way, I suppose.

Mrs. Forte will give
the orders from now on.

Thank you, Mrs. Fane.

I will tell them.
They will be relieved.

Thank you, Bannister.

[sighs deeply]

It's good to have a decision.

Hmm.
But can we live with it?

I need a decision, too.

I can't cancel
the benefit this late.

But what excuse will I make

for Charles's absence
in our own home?

Say he is ill.

Lack of moral judgment
is a sort of illness.

I swore till death us
do part, and I meant it.

Well, it would be easier
for you if he were dead.

I'm not sure how helpful
that is, Agnes.

But just know we are very much
looking forward to your party.

Are you?
I'm not sure I am.

- The plans are terrific.
- I'm glad to hear it.

You've done so much work here.

But I'll still need your help
with some specifics.

The key is the importance
of the escapement.

Now, I'll do the talking,

but you must check
that I don't miss any details.

Miss Brook,
can I get you anything?

No, thank you.

I didn't know
you were stopping by.

I came through the servants'
entrance to see Jack.

We're preparing for
our meeting, Miss Marian.

I'm sorry to do that here.
- I don't mind.

We all believe in John's clock.

But shouldn't he be the one
to explain how it works?

Oh, no.

Mr. Larry knows how to talk
to businessmen.

- [chuckles]
- Jack, the coffee.

I better get this upstairs.

I'll see you again
before the meeting.

Just let me know when.

We're nearly there.

We've got all the sketches.

What else do you need?

Oh, uh, Jack, we should go
over the presentation

until we know it by rote and
can anticipate their questions.

Thinking about their
questions makes me nervous.

Just look at you.

You're turning into a proper
businessman before our eyes.

[giggles]

Speaking of which,
you do have a suit, don't you?

I do, but it doesn't fit me
anymore.

I'll take you to my tailor.

I couldn't let you do that.

Consider it part
of my investment.

- Jack, the coffee?
- [chuckles]

May I steal you away
for a moment?

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- How is Gladys getting on?
- The war continues.

My mother
is a formidable opponent.

- What about Billy Carlton?
- [chuckles]

Forbidden.
[horses neighing]

Hmm.
She won't accept defeat easily.

No.

In fact, I'm quite impressed at
the strength of her resistance.

But she sees this
as an existential battle.

Her survival is at stake.

[indistinct chatter]

Mr. Russell,
where are you taking me?

♪ ♪

I need a hat and coat.

I should get back to Miss Scott.

No coat needed.

I was only looking
for a little privacy.

This is not appropriate.

[chuckling] I wanted to
kiss you the moment I saw you.

So it's more appropriate
than kissing you

in front of your cook
and your footman.

[both chuckle]

You do know that I'm in love
with you, Miss Brook?

[clears throat]
Where can I take you, sir?

Oh, uh... [chuckles awkwardly]

Right here.
We're getting out.

♪ ♪

Bye.

♪ ♪

I hope you didn't mind our
little scene with Bannister.

Well, I can't see why Aurora
felt she had to get involved.

But she was right.

It must be very puzzling
for the servants.

Oh, please, they have food,
lodging, and pay.

What more do they want?

And very difficult for you,

now that I have the money
and you don't.

I thought you didn't like
talking about money.

Aurora, hello, my dear.

- Oh, thank you for coming.
- Well, of course.

- Hello, Agnes. Ada.
- Lina.

Mrs. Fane,
what a pretty dress.

Will Mr. Fane
be joining us today?

Charles sends his apologies.
He's got rather a chill.

Oh, well,
these freezing winds we had

could have killed us all.

He wouldn't let me cancel
the benefit.

How good of him...

and you.

Ladies.

[indistinct chatter]
- Well done.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Carrie...

please manage your sister.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Charlotte, have you met
Miss Gladys Russell?

- How do you do, Miss Russell?
- Hello.

Mother wants us
to mix a bit more.

She can be
so tedious sometimes.

She just wants you to
stop talking to Mr. Borrowe.

Is your husband here?

Don't be ridiculous.

That's the kind of talk
she wants to avoid.

[scoffs]

Congratulations.
You've assembled quite a crowd.

Thank you.

I believe you have
Mrs. Russell to thank.

I do?

They say
the Duke of Buckingham's

back in New York
to see Mrs. Russell again.

They all hoped you'd bring him
with you today.

We are expecting him tomorrow.

- Oh, he's staying with you?
- Yes, he is.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Well done, Mrs. Russell.

[both chuckle]

Excuse us.
May I speak with you, Aurora?

[indistinct chatter continues]

Is he?
I thought that was just gossip.

We'll talk
about it later, George.

[bright music]

That's smart.

Should the waist be
a bit tighter?

No.
Give him a little more room.

And can you narrow these lapels?

I like them.

They're too showy.

A gentleman never looks
as if he's trying to be smart.

He simply is smart

without making any effort
to be so.

Do you wear a handkerchief
in the top pocket?

Not often.

And if I do,
you won't see much of it.

Again...

no signals.

We're after
understated elegance.

It's complicated, isn't it?

Not really,
unless you're a showoff.

Are you a showoff, Jack?

I don't think so.

But I never had much
to show off until now.

That will change
if things go well for us.

Thank you, Mr. Bute.
- Of course, sir.

Oscar.

How are you?

- Awful.
- You don't look awful.

If that is true,
it's all I have in my favor.

Is it
the Metropolitan National Bank

that concerns you?

Because it's up and running now.

And I'm told it's thanks
to Mr. Russell.

I have no money in any bank.

I have no clients
because I can't be trusted.

And I live with my mother
and my aunt,

who's joined
the Temperance League.

In short,

I am in the innermost circle
of hell.

[chuckles]

You find my pain amusing?

Don't pout.

[pensive music]

Why haven't you come
to see me before now?

Why?
To inflict my misery on you?

Because I love
and believe in you.

If I could only take that
to the market.

You can. I'll write a check
for you to invest.

And when I talk about it,
others will follow.

Would you do that for me?

I'd do anything for you.

I, uh...

I don't know what to say.

Say that you'll double
my money.

Thank you.

I mean it, and I will.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Russell.

I'm glad to see you.

After what happened
the other day, I wonder,

can we just wipe
the slate clean?

I do hope so.

And I assure you,
Billy will speak

to your husband properly
this time.

He won't make
the same mistake again.

I do not know how many times

I have to tell you this,
Mrs. Carlton,

but Gladys
will not marry your son.

Isn't it out of our hands?

Let me speak clearly.

If you keep this up,

Mr. Russell will see that Billy
never gets another job.

And we will disinherit Gladys.

You'd do that
to your own child?

What sort of a person are you?

As a rule, I'm the sort
of person who gets

what she wants.

[curious music]

♪ ♪

Thanks for coming.

Here we are.

Oh.
Nice to see you, Charles.

I'm so glad to see you here,
Aunt Ada.

- I couldn't hide away forever.
- [chuckles]

Oh.

- Well, you must be pleased.
- That everyone's come.

That Mr. Fane has made
such a recovery.

What?

Your husband just came in
with the Bell party.

Oh.
[laughter]

Is that Mrs. Lipton?

I thought he was upstairs.

He's been staying at the club
so I wouldn't catch his cold.

That seems rather drastic.

He wanted to be prudent.

Do I gather with all of this

that you'll be spending
more time in Newport?

[scoffs]

Are you all right, Aurora?

I think so.
[chuckles]

Mrs. Fane, I hope you don't
catch your husband's chill.

And with that,
I will take my leave.

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

That was sudden.

Charles has driven her away,
together with his mistress.

Shh. My dear, don't let him
get the better of you.

[scoffs] He already has.

♪ ♪

I'm so glad you've come.

I hope it means
you're feeling better.

Excuse us.

How could you have
brought her here?

- We go everywhere together.
- Take her out of my house now.

It's my house, too.

And she didn't want to come.
I made her.

And she was right.
And you are cruel.

Get used to it.

We'll be seen all over town,
wherever you go.

Come away, Aurora.

Can't you persuade her,
Aunt Agnes?

I am not
your Aunt Agnes anymore.

[laughing] Oh.

I shot a peacock once
on a hunting expedition.

Did you have it stuffed?

As I remember,
our chef stuffed it

with figs and brandy.

It was delicious.

But, of course, I was the butt
of a good many jokes.

Mrs. Russell,
have you met Mr. Merrick?

Oh, you should.

He's so interested
in the new opera house

and such an admirer of yours.
- Mm.

I've seen you at the Met,
but I had the nerve to speak.

I love your ideas because
they so exactly mirror my own.

- Hmm.
- High praise from a man.

- More than merited.
- Huh.

May I ask, is it true
your daughter is going to marry

the Duke of Buckingham?

If it were,
I suppose you'd disapprove.

Why? I'd say it would give
her a position

from which she can achieve
great things.

I read in the paper
that it's official now.

That article was
silly guesswork.

If she does marry him,
what will your title be?

- Oh, why would I have one?
- Well, there must be something

you call the mother
of a duchess.

One lucky woman.

[laughter]

I admire many things
about the English,

but they can't hold
a candle when it comes

to your parties, Mrs. Fish.
- Oh, Mr. Merrick.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

It's happening.

Billy is asking my father.

♪ ♪

You're very confident
in facing the run on the bank.

Well, banks are like women...

Panic at the unimportant
and ignore the essentials.

[laughter]

Mr. Carlton.

Can we help you?
- [clears throat]

♪ ♪

[softly]
Excuse me.

That was peculiar.

- Arterton, you know my wife.
- Mm.

I don't mean to interrupt.

I came to say hello
to Billy Carlton,

but he seems to have gone.

- He's changed his mind.
- You don't know that.

Billy.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Billy, what happened?
- I couldn't do it.

What?

- I couldn't do it.
- Good.

Forget about Miss Russell.
They're new-money people.

She was using you.
That's what they do.

That doesn't make sense.

You'll find another girl
who won't cost you your future.

I regard it as a lucky escape.

What a ghastly gathering.

Hyah!

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

It's true that he's coming
to New York.

It's true that I've arranged
some parties for him.

What else can I tell you?

Did you think
I would just stay in Arizona

until everything was arranged?

George, life goes on, even
when you're away on business.

The fact remains,
Billy Carlton has not had

an opportunity
to present his argument.

She says she loves him.

Shouldn't we listen to her?
- George, she's 18.

She still has her dolls
in her room.

She ran away
like a petulant child.

Should we let her choose
failure over triumph?

She's not choosing failure.

She's...
- That's where you're wrong!

The whole of New York society

has decided he's coming
back here to propose.

Who thinks that?

Mrs. Fish,
Mrs. Astor, Mrs. Drexel,

Mrs. Van Rensselaer...
All of them.

Because you leaked it
to the newspapers yourself.

The point is, if we don't
announce an engagement,

they'll assume she's failed,
and forever after,

she'll be the girl
who didn't land her duke.

We can say
she turned him down.

They'll never believe us.

Even so...

rushing her into it
does not seem right.

George, I don't expect you
to understand this

because you're not a woman,
but I am trying to empower her.

You think you're helping
by caving in.

But she's young.

She doesn't know anything
about love

or the world or anything else.

I'm trying to protect
her future.

Won't you help me?

Bertha, you cannot expect her

to marry a man she doesn't like.

She doesn't know him.

If she gives him a chance,
she'll like him well enough.

I just want to know
when I get a say

in our daughter's life.

The day I'm in your boardroom,

giving you my ideas
on the railroads

and the steel mills.

Until that day,
I won't question your business

if you don't question mine.

♪ ♪

- Have you told me everything?
- Of course.

♪ ♪

[horse snorting]

You look so nice.
[Marian chuckles]

Is there a special occasion
for the dinner?

I think it's really
to welcome the duke

back to America.

You've been spending
quite a bit of time

with the Russells.

- Yes.
- [chuckles]

And young Mr. Russell seems
very taken with you.

He thinks
he's in love with me.

- Oh!
- [laughs]

My!

And how do you feel?

Cautious.

Because you don't share
his feelings?

Because I want to wait
until things in his family

are calmer,
and I need to be sure.

But look at cousin Aurora.

Perhaps it's foolish
to look for certainty in love.

Mm.

Your Uncle Luke would say,

there's very little we could
be certain of, except God.

So pray, and the right path
will become clear.

Oh...
- Hmm.

Which reminds me,

you've been hearing me speak
about the pledge.

Yes.

I just wondered
if you'd given it any thought.

I have...

but I'm afraid I struggle
to see what's wrong

with having a glass of wine
at dinner

or Jack wanting some beer
on his day off.

Mm.

I thought you'd might say that.

I'm sorry
if that makes you unhappy.

Oh, the Scotts are upstairs
visiting their daughter.

Oh, I'm glad to hear it.

I should get changed.

Marian...

do you think Miss Scott

might sign the pledge
when she gets better?

Maybe.
I should get to the Russells'.

I don't want to be late.

Are you going to harass
their duke

into signing the pledge as well?

- He might be interested.
- Please, he's English!

His loyalty is to the queen
and to the bottle,

not necessarily in that order.

[door closes]

It's cousin Athena's
women's group in Newport.

I think you'd enjoy it,
and I know they'd enjoy you.

I suppose I always
think of myself as a writer,

not a speaker.

Athena says
that your Tuskegee article,

as well as the excerpt
from your novel,

has caused a lot
of chatter up there.

[chuckling]

They want to celebrate
your work.

And she'd like for us
to stay with her.

- "Us"?
- Yeah.

Well, I-I thought it'd be
a nice respite for us both.

Ocean air will do you good.
Dr. Kirkland said so.

I guess it wouldn't hurt.

And I'd like to see the ocean.

Will you come?

If I can get away.

And they want me
to speak next month?

Oh, well,
it's an open invitation.

We can get out of New York.

We can eat some good food,
visit family,

if you're not working
for "The Globe" anymore.

[chuckles]

Well, I'd have to ask
Mrs. Van Rhijn.

But you're right.

When should we leave?

[chuckling]

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

How is she?

Oh, she's much better.
Thank you.

Oh, good.
Please, come and sit.

Are you all on your own?

Oh, my sister
is upstairs changing,

and my niece is across the road
dining with our neighbors.

- Hmm.
- [clears throat]

May... may I ask you something?

We... we have an invitation
from a cousin in Newport

to take Peggy there
for a while, and I...

Oh, of course, you must go

and stay until she is ready
to come back.

How very gracious.

Mrs. Van Rhijn,
forgive me for saying this,

but your attitude is not
what we are used to,

especially on Fifth Avenue.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But you know it to be true.

Maybe, but it is not
how we were raised.

We were brought up
to be well-mannered...

towards everyone.

And that is what I believe in...
Simple, good manners.

I agree.

I'm not convinced good manners

will prove an effective cure
for 2 1/2 centuries of slavery.

No, I suppose not.

And good manners
did not oblige your doctor

to treat our daughter
when she was dangerously ill.

I know,
and I'm very sorry about that.

But I-I thought...

You thought he would set
aside his prejudice

because he was
frightened of you.

I don't know.
Maybe, but I...

I believed he would act
when he saw the urgency.

When did you see the urgency?

Well, I know
we were slow to grasp

just how ill Miss Scott was,
but after I'd seen her...

I did everything I could.

I'm sure you did.

I know what it's like
when your child is sick.

I shall never forget when Oscar
was diagnosed with typhoid.

He was only ten.

And Mr. Van Rhijn was away,
and I was here alone

with just the servants and
a doctor who tried his best,

but, of course,
could do nothing.

Well, how terrible for you.

Was there really no treatment
to be had?

No, just some medicines
with mercury, but nothing...

No, nothing really.

All we could do
was nurse him and, uh...

And pray.

I spent a whole day thinking
that I'd lost him.

[soft music]

I shall never forget it.

♪ ♪

I'd say that we've both had
our scares over the years,

but I think that children were
mainly sent to frighten you.

[laughing]
Isn't that the truth?

[chuckles]

We should be, uh, going.

♪ ♪

Thank you
for your care of Peggy.

I should have known
that as a mother,

you would understand.

♪ ♪

Goodbye, Mrs. Van Rhijn.

Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Scott.

♪ ♪

[light music]

♪ ♪

I'm delighted
you could join us, Miss Brook.

Larry was kind to invite me.

Will you see
what's keeping your sister?

♪ ♪

[clears throat]
There's someone here

to see you and Miss Gladys.

He's waiting
at the servants' entrance.

Thank you, Church.

He'll be right outside.

I'll wait for you.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

We don't have much time.

[door opens]

♪ ♪

I was hoping you'd write,
but this is much better.

Billy, will you come in
and speak to my father now?

No.

Why not?

Because I don't have
the strength to fight anymore.

[scoffs]
What did my mother say?

It's not what she said

so much as what
my own mother told me.

What does that have to do
with our engagement?

Gladys, I am a tiny cog
in the wheel of industry.

I cannot afford to challenge
the people driving it.

I see your parents talking

with the biggest
decision-makers on Wall Street,

and...
[scoffs]

I know I'm not in that league
and never will be.

You shouldn't be afraid
of my father. When I...

When I'm trying to thwart
his plans for his daughter?

I've been a fool.

The newspapers practically say
you're engaged.

It was the main topic
of conversation at the party.

But I'm not engaged!

And my father promised me
I could marry for love,

so, you see,
I have every right...

Things are different now,

and our love
is no longer practical.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

The plain truth is, Gladys,

I'm not the man
you need me to be.

♪ ♪

[Gladys crying softly]

Sorry to make you cry.

Please try not to hate me.

♪ ♪

How can I hate you
when I still love you?

[carriage approaching]

Whoa!

Whoa, there.

♪ ♪

I must go.

[horse neighs]

[door opens]

♪ ♪

[sobbing]

[wailing]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

[door opens]
- There you are.

Thank you.

His Grace,
the Duke of Buckingham.

Mr. and Mrs. Russell,
how nice to see you.

- Hector.
- I'm sorry I'm so late.

You're right on time.

I hope you had
an easy journey.

It was long,
and then we were delayed.

"We"?

Yes, I brought along
my attorney, Mr. Dobbs.

You've brought a lawyer?

Well, I suppose we still have
some things to talk about.

And, of course,
you remember Gladys.

Gladys, we have much
to look forward to.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

May I present
Miss Marian Brook?

Oh, Miss Brook, how do you do?

Why has he brought
a lawyer from England?

What did you promise him?
- Nothing.

What did you say?

I only suggested you may
have some things to discuss.

You shouldn't have suggested
anything at all.

I asked if you had told me
everything.

Well, now I have.

[door opens, creaks]

Dinner is served.

Shall we go in?

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

Yes, well,
I'm very happy to be back.

♪ ♪

Father, what does this mean?

I'm as surprised as you are.

But I'll take care of it.

♪ ♪

[bright tone]