All language subtitles for The Gilded Age S03E04.eng

I'm sorry to take you all
away from your work on what

must be a very busy day.

But the wedding
is nearly upon us,

and I wanted to speak
to you one more time.

What I would ask is
that from now on,

you act as a single team.

When the florists arrive the
day before, please help them.

If the kitchen staff
need more hands on deck,

please help them.

As the rooms are
prepared, please

help if there is a
way for you to do so.

Thank you.

That is all.

Church, are we
prepared for those

we've offered transport to?

I believe so, ma'am.

I've spoken to Mr. Johnson.

I want to see the cake
when it's ready if I can.

You will, ma'am.

Are there any other questions?

Will Miss Gladys be
coming downstairs today?

Miss Gladys has decided
to use this time

to rest before the event.

When she feels she has rested
enough, she will come down.

Thank you.

As long as she isn't
planning another escape.

The moment for that sort of
talk has passed, Mrs. Bruce.

Thank you.

Ada, dear, you should have
ordered something new to wear.

I don't see why.

Oh, yes.

It does seem odd that
such an insignificant girl

should be the center of
New York's imaginings.

Marian likes her.

Marian is overgenerous.

Mrs. Van Rhijn, we
have your latest bill.

But there seems to
be some confusion

as to whom it should be sent.

Oh.

To me.

Mrs. Luke Forte,
I will take charge

of the bills from now on.

Very good, Mrs. Forte.

-Yes.
-Thank you.

I see.

Every penny I spend
will be scrutinized?

Every penny you spend of mine
is to be scrutinized, yes.

When the shoe was
on the other foot,

did I ever question you?

Yes.

Well, I might have asked
why you needed clothes

when you never went out.

Well, now we are both to
go to the Russell wedding.

And I am looking at the bill.

I will pay it, but I
suppose I have the right

to peruse it before I do.

Can you drop me off at the
armory on the way home?

I have my charity
committee meeting.

Oh.

Of course.

How long do you expect to be?

Oh, a couple of
hours, I should think.

I'll be home for lunch.

Why?

Oh.

No reason.

Oh.

What did Mr. Russell want?

He got a letter.

Who from? Saying what?

Mr. Weston, the
manufacturer we tried

to interest in the clock.

And is he interested?

He didn't say, just that
he wants to meet us again.

Well, you must have some
idea if he sounds keen.

He doesn't sound anything.

He just gave us a time
and place for the meeting.

Perhaps he decided to steal
your idea and go it alone.

That's not likely with a patent.

Patents could be broken.

When is this meeting?

The day before Miss
Russell's wedding.

You don't think I should
let Mr. Larry go on his own?

No.

Whether the news is good or bad,

you must be there to hear it.

What have you got
against Marian Brook?

I have nothing against her.

I've invited her to
the wedding, haven't I?

I've invited her aunts.

I've invited her cousin.

Short of asking her aunt's
dog, what more can I do?

Then why can't she
be a bridesmaid?

She's about the same
size as Leonie Jerome.

And who else could take
over at a few days' notice?

But we have Carrie Astor,
Mary Drexel, Isobel Winthrop.

Mother, Miss Jerome is ill.

And if you want six,
you need to find someone

who can wear the same dress.

Besides, she and
Gladys like each other.

Bertha, have you seen this?

Miss Russell will have
her future monogram

embroidered in gold on every
detail of her corsetry.

Her underwear?

This is too much.

How do they get
this information?

What if Hector
should think we're

doing it to attract attention?

I'm not sure I care,
but you ought to find

out where it's coming from.

But what's wrong
with Miss Brook?

Is she not prominent
enough for you?

Since you forced my
hand, no, she is not.

After her marriage, Gladys
will be one of the most

important figures in New York.

Her place in London
Society will be the same.

Miss Brook doesn't compare.

Bertha, is it
really so important?

Don't go to the
stake for everything.

Very well.

I'll write to Miss Brook.

A footman can take it over.

And I hope it makes you happy.

Nothing about this
makes me happy.

Have you invited
Aunt Monica yet?

-No.
-Why not?

Would it be fair?

She'd have to come all
the way from Albany.

And she's really not
a big city person.

Mother, she's your sister and
the only one of your relations

that we know.

What is it?

Are you trying to rewrite your
own history until it stands up

against Mrs. Astor's scrutiny?

But she'd have to stay here.

And what's the problem?

Is the house too small?

Someone is here
a lingering soul.

Open your minds, and let
your hearts be free of doubt.

I have a real sense of
suffering, of great loss.

Very great loss.

There is a man not young,

but not old either,

a gentleman, and loving,
loving toward you.

Oh.

That must be my husband.

-He wants to know.
-Yes?

He wants to know.

What?

What does he want to know?

Where is Mrs. Forte?

She's in the dining room.

The dining room?

Yes, but I'm not sure she
expects to be disturbed.

That does not apply to me.

What is going on?

You're back much earlier
than I thought you'd be.

I didn't attend the meeting.

Why not?

Because you paid
the subscription,

so you are now
listed as a member.

And I am out of it completely.

Well, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Now, who is this?

May I present Madame Dashkova?

Madame Dashkova is known to
Mrs. Bauer for her skills in...

I wait with bated breath.

Her skills in communicating
with the dead.

What?

I think you heard.

I was hoping my ears
had deceived me.

Please don't say
this is about Luke.

Is there someone else I
should be speaking to?

These things are hard to
understand for the novice.

I understand very
well that my sister

is grieving, vulnerable,
and open to the power

of suggestion.

My sister is generous,
but she can be narrow

when it comes to anything
beyond our normal sphere

of existence.

It is not the first time
that I have encountered this.

Nor will it be the
last, I am sure.

Perhaps you would be
good enough to leave us.

Bannister.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You take my card.

We will meet again.

Your husband has
more to say to you.

Goodbye, Mrs. Bauer.

And thank you.

Madame Dashkova is going.

You may go too, Mrs. Bauer.

And please refrain from
interfering in this

matter again.

Yes, ma'am.

I won't reprimand you as that
would not be appropriate.

I will only say that Luke
would not approve of this.

I won't give up.

I believe in a life after death.

And so do you.

Yes, but I don't believe in
table tapping, and crystal

balls, and any of
the other nonsense

designed to raise your hopes
and part you with your money.

Oh, please, let's
not go five minutes

without talking about money.

At least money is real,
unlike the desperate dreams

of a lonely woman.

I am lonely.

I miss my husband.

Should I be ashamed of that?

No, but to be ashamed of
this childish folderol

that you've been toying with.

There are more things in
heaven and Earth, Agnes,

than are dreamt of
in your philosophy.

You don't know everything.

No, I don't.

And one of the
things I don't know

is how you invited that
charlatan into our home.

Was she very angry?

Wouldn't you be angry if you
saw sketches of your daughter's

undergarments being
hawked on the corner

by newspaper sellers?

She's horrified.

I don't blame her.

The latest article
was the last straw.

We must bring it to an end,
or there may be consequences.

You mean she could fire
whomever she suspects?

She's angry enough to sack
us all just to be sure.

And she's certain
it's one of us.

Why must it be a
member of the staff?

Why not one of the dressmakers?

That's a point which I will
mention when I next see her.

I suppose when the papers
want to write about you,

there's bound to be a downside.

I can't see the upside.

You'll be glad to hear
Miss Brook accepts

and is off to her fitting.

And I will walk her down
the aisle as a groomsman.

She'll walk down the aisle
with the others behind Gladys.

We're doing it the English way.

You have a visitor, Madam,
who says she is expected.

Miss O'Brien.

What?

Your sister is in
the hall, Mother.

But why is she in
the house at all?

Hadn't we better go
through to greet her?

Hello, Bertha.

Aunt Monica.

Welcome.

Why are you here?

I accepted your kind invitation.

I wrote to Larry
since he wrote to me.

But didn't he tell you?

Of course he did.

Church, send Miss O'Brien's
bags to the tapestry room,

and tell Mrs. Bruce.

I take it from
Bertha's expression

that you're not expecting me.

Of course we're expecting you.

You're representing
the O'Briens.

You have a very
important job to do.

Where's Gladys?

She's lying down.

The whole thing
has worn her out.

I can imagine.

I'll just go see
if she's all right.

I'll come too.

Father, can you look
after Aunt Monica?

Come to the drawing room
and tell me all your news.

I'm not convinced Bertha's
very pleased to see me.

Nonsense. She's delighted.

Nobody loves family
more than Bertha.

Why are you so indignant?

Larry said you thought
she should come,

so he sent her an invitation
in case it slipped your mind.

Doesn't it occur to
you both that she

may feel overwhelmed by it all
and thoroughly out of place?

She doesn't seem overwhelmed.

Really, you constantly
seek to undermine me.

I thought it was agreed.

It was discussed.

It was not agreed.

Will you at least come
down to say hello?

I don't think so.

You must come down eventually.

Or what, you'll
dress me by force

and drag me to the
church in chains?

More lemonade, Mrs. Scott.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

It's so nice of you to
have us, Mrs. Kirkland.

Oh, not at all.

I wanted to see
Miss Scott again.

William showed me your
article on the South.

It seemed a rather angry
and violent subject

for a young woman
to write about.

It is violent,
Mother, and angry.

And someone has
to write about it.

But not, I would have
thought, a young lady.

Oh, well, Peggy's
interested in politics.

Oh, really?

Well, as a colored woman,
she's a long way from the vote.

Oh, it will come
and in my lifetime.

I wish I could be as sure
of anything as you are.

Oh.

Well, we must be supportive
of the rights of our sex

as well as our color.

My goal was to be a
good wife and mother.

But I suppose young women
don't want that anymore.

Oh, I want to be a good wife
and mother who has the vote.

Well said.

My son seems quite persuaded
by you, Mrs. Scott.

He wants me to come
hear your talk.

And I will.

Oh.

I'm impressed, Mrs. Kirkland.

Any time my son is
so taken with a body,

I'm bound to be curious.

This is it?

You wanted to know what I'm
wearing for the wedding.

I also thought you could
use some extra clothes

while you're here.
-Why?

I'm not a doll for you to dress.

How many clothes do I need?

As a rule, I get up into a
dress to shop or write letters.

Then I change for
luncheon or paying calls.

And then I change again
sometime after 6:00 for dinner

and perhaps one last time before

going to a ball or the opera.

Heavens.

I might change once if
someone's coming to break

bread, but that's about it.

What dress will you
wear to meet the Duke?

He's coming for dinner tonight.

That's the only one
I have that would

count as a dress for you.

You wanted to see me, ma'am?

Miss O'Brien will need some
more clothes while she's here.

Please show her what I
have, let her choose,

and alter them if necessary.

But it's not necessary.

I think it is.

I assure you, I
can dress myself.

And I prefer to
wear my own clothes.

I will wear the dress to
the dinner and the wedding.

Fine.

The Duke is a man.

He won't notice.

Very good, ma'am.

What rules do you live by?

But that's you all over.

You always had a right way and
a wrong way for everything.

We have our habits.

It's easier for the staff.

So which is the throne room?

What do you mean?

You're royal now.

I assume you have a place
to receive your subjects.

The Duke is not royal.

He's noble.

I don't know the difference.

Is that very shocking?

What's he like?

You'll see for
yourself this evening.

He's bringing his sister.

He's not staying?

No, he has a room
at the Union Club.

We don't want them to see
too much of each other

before the wedding.

You mean in case
they discover they

don't really like each other?

We don't want to diminish the
excitement of their romance.

They can get to know
each other later.

Aunt Agnes.

I don't often see you up here.

The wedding gown is
in the evening paper.

I thought you would
be interested.

Mrs. Russell won't like that.

Are you mad?

She probably
delivered it herself.

Or maybe it was Gladys.

I'm not sure you understand
Mrs. Russell, Aunt Agnes.

You certainly don't
understand Gladys.

I've been in New York
a long time, my dear.

Such people come and go.

But why do you
think Mrs. Russell

wanted you to be a part of it?

Because it is a big
thing, you know.

Maybe she just
wanted to be nice.

I don't think so.

Might she be building you
up to be a suitable society

bride for her son?

Certainly not.

Why else would she give
you such a prominent role?

And the boy's keen, isn't he?

Hmm?

I know you talk
about such things

with Ada and never to me.

But my eyes do open, and
I can see through them.

I am not what Mrs.
Russell wants.

Believe me, Mrs. Russell
would be lucky to get you.

So have they finished
work on your dress?

Tell me about it.

It's very pretty.

As pretty as money can buy.

Mr. Weston won't be long.

Can I get you anything?

No thank you.

None for me.

Thank you.

What should we do if he's
just stolen the idea?

Don't be silly.

We have a patent.

Miss Armstrong says people
can get around patents.

Not often.

Hello, gentlemen.

This is Mr. Eldridge, who
helps me with my businesses.

Please.

Mm.

I won't beat about the bush.

We like your clock.

That is exactly what
we wanted to hear.

Of course.

And we feel we have
some ideas that we...

I'm sorry to cut you off.

We're not looking
for a partnership.

We want to buy the
clock and the patent,

lock, stock, and barrel.

Uh.

Before we answer, may we know
how much you are offering?

We were thinking of three.

Or four.

We cannot go higher.

I'm afraid you must.

We were hoping for six.

You know you'll intend
to make many times that.

I suspect you've already
discussed this figure.

You drive a hard bargain.

Very well, gentlemen.

$600,000.

What?

I'm sorry.

We cannot go any higher.

Gentlemen, we have a deal.

Thank you.

And if I may say so, well done.

Another article.

This one's about the
mistress and Miss Gladys

arguing about the wedding dress.

It seems so underhand for them
to print it without permission.

You don't know many
journalists then?

The mistress will be in
more of a rage than ever.

She'll want blood.

But suppose it was
Madame Donovan?

Who?

Madame Donovan made the dress.

Everyone expected it
to be Monsieur Worth.

But Miss Gladys wanted
an American designer.

It might be Madame Donovan.

If she gets enough
publicity out of it,

she'll be made for life.

Have you said that
to the mistress?

Careful.

If Mrs. Russell thinks
it might be true,

she's angry enough to have
Madame Donovan done away with.

Well, at least we'd
be off the hook.

That's enough.

We have His Grace's sister
for dinner this evening.

Every tiny detail must be right.

Well, we'll certainly
hear about it.

Who do you think is
selling our secrets?

Happily, no one will suspect me.

So what happens next?

Well, we drink a toast
to ourselves, I suppose.

We couldn't have hoped
for a better deal.

But there's no more to
be done about the clock?

No more to be done.

Strange.

I thought I'd be working on
this the rest of my life.

What'll I do now, I wonder.

You mean now you're almost
as rich as Mrs. Forte

and much richer
than Mrs. Van Rhijn.

I won't tell them.

Not yet.

Well, good luck
when the time comes.

Jack?

John?

Don't keep us in suspense.

How did it go?

It went well, I think.

You think?

You don't know?

And that's all we're going
to know for now, at least.

Do not misunderstand me.

The Tuskegee School
is a fine institution

and provides real opportunity
for colored students.

Indeed, Mr. Booker T.
Washington is a great man,

but we must be
under no illusion.

These new discriminatory
laws are an attempt

to deprive colored citizens
of the rights and benefits

of reconstruction that
were won the hard way

with the Civil War.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fane, what a
pleasure to see you.

Miss Brook wrote to tell
me you were speaking.

I thought your talk
went very well.

Thank you.

I don't think I
understood the damage

these new laws are doing.

You're not alone in
that, I'm afraid.

But how are you?

Miss Brook told me
you've been going through

some difficult times yourself.

I'm doing as well as I can.

I'm surprised you're
not in New York

for Miss Russell's wedding.

It seemed better not.

Well, this is my
mother, Mrs. Scott,

and our cousin, Mrs. Trumbo.

This is Mrs. Fane, a
cousin of Miss Brook's.

You must be proud
of your daughter.

And now, if you'll excuse me.

She seems nice,
but a little sad.

Her husband's divorcing her.

She's unhappy, but
his mind is made up.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Look.

It's Dr. Kirkland
and his parents.

Yes.

How lovely to see you.

So nice of you to join us.

Is Mr. Scott not with you?

No.

He had to go back to the city.

Shame.

But he's not an
important man, is he?

Not like us.

His history is so very
different from ours.

My husband is an honorable
man, a business owner,

and a proud husband and father.

How different is that than you?

It's the same.

And my wife would agree.

Newport is not the center of
everyone's world, Elizabeth.

I hope you all
enjoyed Peggy's talk.

It was wonderful.

I'm so glad I could hear
you speak about your work.

It piqued my curiosity to
read your book even more.

Well, that's still
a work in progress.

But it's so kind
of you all to come.

And I am really glad
if you did enjoy it.

Very much.

Well, again, I cannot
pretend to understand

your choice of subjects,
but you spoke well.

And now I must go.

William?

Are you coming?

If you wish, Mother.

Give our best to Arthur.

I will.

Miss Scott.

Ladies.

The gall of that woman.

I just couldn't stay silent.

That's what you and
father were arguing about?

Yes, and her other
predilections.

So you spend your time
at Sidmouth Castle?

Well, we go to
London for the season

and to Scotland for
the grouse, of course.

Of course.

It sounds admirably regimented.

We Yanks live quite a
knockabout life by comparison.

Don't we, Bertha?

Should the ladies go
through, or shall we

have our coffee here?
-Here.

Why not?

So are we all prepared
for tomorrow's madness?

Don't exaggerate.

Well, there is a lot of
curiosity about the wedding

in the papers.

But perhaps it's good.

The wonders that can happen
for a modern American girl.

I don't like the idea
of a wedding becoming

a public entertainment.

My sister does not much
enjoy public scrutiny.

But what about you?

Are you ready to star
in a public show, Duke?

My sister says I
must call you Duke.

As my wife's aunt, I hope
you will call me Hector.

We are all family.

But will any of your relations

be joining us
tomorrow, Lady Sarah?

Some cousins who
live in New York.

Not your husband?

Or children?

I'm not married.

That's why I live with
my brother at Sidmouth.

Will you move out now?

I hope not.

Hector?

I hadn't thought about it.

I wonder if Gladys
has thought about it.

I would.

I apologize, Miss O'Brien.

I don't understand how
that could have broken.

Well, my dress is ruined.

That's for sure.

I'm so sorry.

George, ask Mrs. Bruce to
come help Miss O'Brien.

I'll go up to my room.

Send Mrs. Bruce if
you want, but I can

climb the stairs on my own.

Well, should we go
to the drawing room?

Perhaps I can offer you a
glass of whisky, Hector.

No.

I must get Sarah back
to her cousin's house.

I'll see you all tomorrow.

And thank you.

Yes. Thank you, Mrs. Russell.

You've been very kind.

Call me Bertha now we're
related, as Hector said.

Yes.

I suppose we are, in a way.

Thank you, Andre.
I can manage.

So were you pleased
with this evening?

I don't know about pleased,

but I suppose
everything's settled.

Lady Sarah's a cold fish.

And she seems to have
Hector well under control.

Let's hope Gladys proves
to be a match for her.

That's if she comes out
of her bedroom tomorrow.

She will.

I'm not dragging
her to the church

if she doesn't want to come.

So then what?

We spend the rest of our lives
getting sneered at every time

we leave the house?

You got us into this.

I agreed to go along,
but that's all.

Then stick to your agreement.

How's your sister doing?

I looked in on her.
She seems fine.

I hope the coffee
didn't burn her.

No, it wasn't hot.

Bertha, tell me you didn't.

The dress was hideous, George.

How could I let her
appear before the whole

of New York looking like
a cook on her day off?

It would have been unkind.

So it was an act of mercy?

I've got something picked
out from two years ago.

No one will remember me in it.

She'll look lovely.

We're a pretty ruthless
pair, aren't we, you and I?

I don't know what you mean.

I like things to be right.

But don't you?

I like things my
way, yes, but...

But what?

I wish I was convinced
that what you want

is right for Gladys.

So then what would you
have wanted for her?

A banker with a house on
the Avenue and a cottage

in Newport.

And that would have
been enough for you?

If it's enough for her,
what do my ambitions matter?

Go to bed, George,
and wake up sensible.

Are you still up?

I couldn't sleep.

Why not?

Did something bad
happened at that meeting?

No.

At least I don't think so.

They're buying us out.

Oh, Jack.

That's amazing.

So what's wrong?

I don't know what I'm
supposed to do next.

I expect you'll invent something

else even more successful.

And you can stay working
here until you do.

But can I?

After they paid me?

Mrs. Forte won't
grudge you that.

She'll be glad if you
got a little nest egg

to see it through.

It's quite a big nest egg.

Now, how big is big?

$300,000?

What?

I'm sorry.

Never mind that.

$300,000?

You need never work again
if you don't want to.

But I do want to.

And I don't want to leave.

I've never had a
home before this one.

Not a real home.

Then this must be our secret.

Not forever, but for now.

Very good, Miss Gladys.

Well, she took the
tea and thanked me.

Come with me.

The mistress may have an idea.

Please, come in.

Miss Brook, you are
so good to come.

I was sorry to summon you.

But of all the bridesmaids,
you were the nearest.

How can I help?

Go and see Gladys.

She hasn't been out
of her room in days.

And my housekeeper tells me
she's refusing to come out now.

Somehow, we must
help her to grasp

this opportunity on offer.

Do you think you can do that?

I can try.

Miss Brook.

Thank you.

You can't say you didn't
know it was coming.

Everyone in the country
knew it was coming.

But it was so far
in the distance.

And suddenly, it's here.

It's now.

I still think I should back out.

Of course, you'd find
yourself on every front page

from Timbuktu to Minsk.

Are you ready for that?

You're not being
fair when you're

determined to marry for love.

That's true.

I am.

And maybe I'm not being fair.

So you believe I should stop it?

All I know is that
Charlotte Astor was burning

to marry James Drayton.

And now their battles are a
scandal on two continents,

while Helen Astor was
bullied by her mother

into marrying Rosy
Roosevelt, and they're as

happy as lovebirds in a tree.

What would you do?

Our positions are so different.

No one beyond my own family much

cares what I do with my life.

I think Larry cares what
you do with your life.

That's different.

I'm still not a public figure.

You are, a great
heiress destined

to be a society leader
doing good, I hope,

but doing it in public.

The Duke can give you a
safe pedestal for that.

What if I don't want
to live on a pedestal?

I'm not hungry.

The mistress wants you to
eat properly, Miss Gladys.

She says you won't
want any luncheon.

She wouldn't want me
to faint in church.

Although that's one way out.

Will you take her with you?

Mother says I need a maid
who's comfortable with England

and the rest of the staff.

The idea is for Adelheid to come

with me to train her replacement

and return to New York.

Trust your mother to
leave nothing to chance.

Eat before it gets cold.

I suppose.

They told me you
were here, but why?

You know what day it is.

Mr. Morgan is here.

Mr. Morgan.

I didn't see you.

I don't mean to be unwelcoming.

But I'm afraid it's
not a good day for me.

My daughter is getting married.

It can't wait.

What is so important?

You don't seem to understand
your plan is in chaos.

This crisis is developing
into a full blown panic.

Banks are closing.

Every day, our backers
are in a state of terror,

yet you go charging on.

Russell Industries is ready...

Russell Industries is in trouble

while you spend money you don't
have apparently until the sky

caves in and buries you.

Are you saying you're
withdrawing your support?

I won't support you,
nor will anyone else.

Why should they?

If Russell Industries
goes down, we all go down.

Wake up, man.

See the ruin that is lying
waiting for you on every side.

I don't accept your analysis.

Yes, there is a banking crisis,
but only within New York State.

It'll pass.

And when it does, America
will still need the transport

system I mean to give her.

Maybe in a different world.

But you're putting at
risk the city of New York

and all our fortunes with it.

I'm out.

I wish you well with
your wedding bells.

But just remember, if you
refuse to change course,

your own money will be
lost with all the rest.

I don't care what he says.

I'll get the land
around Morenci.

I'll carry Chicago with me.

And when I'm done,
this country will be

ready for the coming century.

How will you manage
it without Morgan?

Don't worry.

There's always money if
you know where to find it.

And when I do,
Morgan will be back.

Maybe, but not, I think, today.

No.

Today, I have to
marry my daughter

to a man she doesn't like.

Oh, how lovely you look.

I'm glad you're wearing
something new after all.

It seemed mean-spirited not to.

And I'm sure this
will come in handy.

Well, I'm not, but you
were right just the same.

Oh, Mama, did I tell you
I've got two more clients?

So it's over a dozen now.

How splendid.

I'm surprised you could take
time off to attend a wedding.

Nonsense.

A packed church, and all of
them richer than Croesus,

I mean it to be a
busy day for me.

How depressing.

Oh, listen to this.

A certain Mr. B. has
been challenged to a duel

by a Mr. D.

Apparently, Mrs. D. has been
having a little too much fun

in Paris.

That must be Mr. Borrowe
and Charlotte Drayton.

Poor Lina.

What a blow.

Mrs. Astor has
weathered worse.

But it's so public.

She'll hate that.

Oh, Marian dear.

How perfectly lovely.

Hear, hear.

A real stunner.

It's all Mrs. Russell's work
down to the least particular.

I just stood still
while they made it fit.

Which they have done.

Extremely well.

Don't be coarse.

Everyone will be looking at you.

But you mustn't be late.

Oscar, will you take
Marian across the street?

-Of course.
-Do you have a coat?

Yes, but I don't
think I want it.

It'll just be a bore later on.

Then we'll see
you at St. Thomas.

How beautiful she looks.

If only she knew how to use it.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I hope you weren't worried.

I'm not worried.

But I'm afraid I'm going alone.

What's the matter?

I can't take you, not with
the news of James' duel

all over New York.

But he never fought
his wretched duel.

He made the challenge because he

thought Mr. Borrowe was your...

My what?

Your lover.

Really, Mama?

You quite shock me.

Oh, I think it would be
quite hard to shock you.

This is fighting talk.

What's the matter?

Is your terror of
divorce resurfacing?

You will not divorce.

I won't live as you
and father live either,

separated in every
way, but legally,

he on his yacht with
his pretty companions

while you rattle around
in this drafty old palace.

You will not have
divorced parents.

That, I promise.

Poor you.

Father's life seems much
more fun than yours.

He's a man, my dear.

Men have more fun.

But in the meantime, I
can't come to the ceremony?

I don't much like
Mrs. Russell,

but I cannot bring
a note of scandal

into her daughter's wedding.

That would be unforgivable.

So we're just going
to ride it out?

That's right.

I'm going to ride it out.

And you're going to
ride along with me.

Right.

That's all the bridesmaids gone.

You're next.

Are you ready?

How can I go when we
don't know if she'll

even come out of her room?

She'll be down in a minute.

I'll go up.

Your carriage is ready, ma'am.

You go.

I'll see to Gladys.

I shall say hello to Lina.

Oh.

Good morning to you both.

Agnes, Ada, Oscar, I wasn't
sure I'd see you here.

If only we could
have avoided it.

What nonsense, Mama.

Curiosity alone would have
you sleeping on the sidewalk

to get a good seat.

Marian showed us the
dress she's wearing.

It's very pretty.

I can't help feeling
that asking Marian to be

a bridesmaid was a rare sign
of good taste on Mrs. Russell's

part, not to be unkind.

Unkind, but not
necessarily untrue.

Wasn't there something
in the paper that we

wanted to ask you about?

Agnes?

Well, I like Mrs. Russell.

And I've decided from now
on, I'm only going to say

nice things about everyone.

Quite an adjustment for you.

Don't make me change my mind.

We'll speak at the
reception, my dear.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't stay long.

My daughter,
Charlotte isn't well.

I must look in on her.

I understand.

What do you understand?

I didn't mean
anything by it, Lina.

Shall we be seated?

This wedding is not my doing.

I know.

And I would have supported
you if you had refused to go

ahead when I first got home.

But the time for
that has passed.

Backing out now,
humiliating Hector in public

would damage you
far more than him.

You'll drag the story with
you for the rest of your life.

So I need to pull
myself together.

Gladys, I take no
pleasure in this.

In fact, I apologize
with all my heart.

You think I've failed you.

And I think I've failed you.

But I can't see a way out of it.

I understand.

That's it.

I have nothing more to say.

The decision must be yours.

I will wait downstairs.

If you're not there
in 10 minutes,

I will send word to the church.

And that will be that.

Is it true?

Good day to you,
Mrs. Winterton.

And now, is what true?

That Charlotte Astor's
husband challenged

Alsop Borrowe to a duel.

Who won?
-No one.

The duel was never fought.

What had she done?

Nothing.

Mrs. Drayton and Borrowe
were both in Paris.

And they went to a couple
of exhibitions together.

A couple more than Mr. Drayton

would have liked, obviously.

Always a pleasure.

Where's your husband?

He's not well, I'm afraid.

I thought nothing
short of death's door

would keep him away from this.

Well.

Is there anything
you would like, sir?

Nothing that you can give me.

Miss Gladys will be down soon.

And then you can stop worrying.

I wish I could be
sure of that as you.

Heavens, what a crush.

Oh, Mrs. Astor.

So nice of you to come.

Carrie looks so lovely.

Is Mrs. Drayton here?

No.

She woke with a headache.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Are you, Mrs. Russell?

Mrs. Ruck.

Excuse me.

What did that mean?

Haven't you seen the paper?

Don't bother.

The story meant nothing at all.

Who's this lovely lady?

That's my sister, Miss O'Brien.

-Have we met?
-I doubt it.

I live in Albany.

Will you come this way, Monica?

But how fascinating.

What is fascinating?

She's Mrs. Russell's
sister, so she can

talk about their early years.

Strange.

I've never met her.

Why?

When would you have met her?

Thank you.

Take your seat, now,
before we get overrun.

Bertha, are you sure
this will turn out well?

You've been saying
that since I was three.

And has it turned out well?

Look around you.

I might say the same.

Should I send someone
up to check on her, sir?

No.

We'll know soon enough.

She's coming!

Thank God.

Three cheers for Miss Gladys.

Hip, hip. All: Hooray!

Hip, hip. All: Hooray!

Oh, you've done a wonderful job.

I hope so.

Are you all right?

Well, since you asked,
there is something

I have wanted to say to
you for quite a while now.

I was building up the courage.

Go on then.

I would like to ask you
to be my wife, Mrs. Bruce.

As a matter of fact, I've been
carrying this around for weeks.

Your wife's ring.

I prefer to think of
it as my mother's.

You don't have to give
me an answer right away.

The truth is, I will answer you

right now only because I don't
want you to get your hopes up.

I cannot marry you, Mr. Borden.

Oh.

I'm already married.

But you told me you were single.

I barely knew you then.

And I didn't want
to share my history.

Please, share it now.

My husband suffers
from acute melancholia.

And as a result,
he's been confined

in an asylum since 1877.

An asylum?

In Larchmont.

He has enough money
to pay the charges.

Leaving you to support yourself?

Don't make me the victim here.

He is the victim.

I am not.

How long has he been ill?

Looking back, I
suppose I refused

to see the signs until they
became impossible to ignore.

That was about 10 years ago.

And you can't divorce?

The only acceptable reason
for divorce in New York

is adultery, which
clearly does not apply.

No.

I couldn't afford it, anyway.

And somehow, I don't
want to abandon him,

not in his hour of need.

You'll think me foolish.

On the contrary.

I think you noble.

Well...

I should check the rooms
are ready for their return.

Lady Sarah. Hector.

At this rate, I may never
meet the famous Gladys.

You look very handsome, Hector.

Only I thought you might be
in a guardsman's uniform.

It's not done if you
marry out of England.

Well, we mustn't do
anything that's not done.

How is Gladys this morning?

I assume she's come
out of her room.

She was right behind
me as I left the house.

They must have got
caught in the traffic.

The crowds were quite large.

I pray they're not disappointed.

I hope we can entertain you
again while you're in New York.

I'm afraid not.

I leave tomorrow.

Oh, what a shame.

Wouldn't you have liked
to see more of the city?

Not really.

There's a lot going on at home.

At Sidmouth Castle?

At Sidmouth, and in London.

And we go to Scotland soon.

-For the grouse.
-Mm.

So Lady Sarah said last night.

You should sit down.

All right.

Just try not to laugh.

The carriage has arrived.

What a relief.

People were starting
to look anxious.

They'd look more anxious
if they knew the truth.

So what happens now?

Dear father, I love you.

But as you said earlier, we're
past the point of no return.

Who gives this woman to
be married to this man?

I do.

Well, here goes.

What a triumph
for Mrs. Russell.

Strange, really, when you
think that three years ago,

none of us ever heard of her.

Please be seated.

I hope she knows
what she's doing.

Nobody knows what they're
doing when they get married.

In the case of this company
to join together this man

and this woman in
holy matrimony,

which is an honorable estate
instituted of God in the time

of man's innocency,
signifying unto

us the mystical union that is
betwixt Christ and his church.

If any man can show just cause
why they may not lawfully

be joined together, let him
now speak, or else hereafter

forever hold his peace.

I require and charge you
both, as you will answer

at the dreadful day of judgment
when the secrets of all hearts

shall be disclosed,
that if either of you

know any impediment
why you may not

be lawfully joined
together in matrimony,

you do now confess it.

For be well assured that if
any persons are joined together

otherwise than as
God's word allows,

their marriage is not lawful.

I pray you're right about this.

George, our daughter
is about to be

the Duchess of Buckingham.

At one time, that would
not have seemed likely.

Let me enjoy it.

Only unto her so long
as you both shall live.

I will.

To live together after God's
ordinance in the holy estate

of matrimony, wilt thou obey him

and serve him, love,
honor, and keep him

in sickness and in health,
and forsaking all others,

keep thee only unto him, so
long as you both shall live?

I will.

Thank you, Adelheid.

You can leave me.

Have you got a nice cabin?

Very nice, Miss...

Your Grace.

We sail any moment now.

Yes.

Is there anything you need?

No. I have everything.

Thank you.

Look, um, I suppose your
mother will have told

you that the duties
of a wife include

more than is expected of...

of an unmarried woman.

Yes.

She's explained it to me.

Good.

That makes things easier.

She said it would hurt.

But only once.

Only the first time.

After that, you may
even come to enjoy it.

People do.

Aren't you tired
after such a long day?

There's no rush after all.

It'll be embarrassing
for us both, of course.

But plenty of men and women
have managed it before now.

So you don't want to wait then?

You're right that I'm tired.

But I'm not too tired.

And I prefer to get awkward
things done and settled.

That way we can wake up tomorrow

as a proper man and a wife.