All language subtitles for The.Gilded.Age.S03E06.eng

Welcome to Sidmouth,
Mrs. Russell.

-Yes, welcome.
-I'm delighted to be here.

Mother, how was the crossing?

Uneventful, I'm glad to say.

You seem to have managed
our train service,

which is something of a miracle.

You'll want a rest after
your journey, Mrs. Russell.

I've put you in
the king's bedroom,

and Mrs. Owen will
show you there.

Perhaps you can sleep
for an hour or two.

We meet at 8:00 in the
yellow drawing room

and dine at half past.

My maid...

She'll be on her
way to your room.

Which king? You said
the king's room.

Hector?
-William IV.

He came to launch the
Sidmouth Harbour Railway

in a plan to expand
Sidmouth into a port.

But it failed, and the
king died a year later.

Rather sad.

Mrs. Owen.

Thank you.

Careful the crust.

There's another one today.

It says Mr. Larry
has chosen his bride,

but his mother doesn't approve.

"Orange Blossom maybe, but not
many smiles at Russell house."

You gonna keep that to show her?

I think I must, but
I'd rather solve it

before she gets back.

Is it true that
Mr. Russell has moved out?

Mr. Russell has gone
to the Union Club.

Of course, I don't
know for how long.

With the mistress in England
and Mr. Larry in Arizona,

who am I cooking for now?

You're cooking for
us, Mr. Borden,

your fellow workers. Enjoy it.

Have you looked at the clothes

for tomorrow, Your Grace?

I'm sure they're fine.

Lady Sarah has approved them.

Lady Sarah has
approved your choice

of the duchess's clothes?
-For tomorrow, yes, ma'am.

Thank you, Boles. You may go.

Do your maid and Lady Sarah
always choose your clothes?

Usually.

Why does he put up with her?

Hector's parents died young,

but they weren't much
interested in him anyway.

All his life, he's followed
his sister's orders,

and he sees no
reason to change now.

Aren't you a reason?

Mother, you wanted your
daughter to be a duchess.

You can't talk now
as if your chief goal

was for me to be
happily married.

Of course I want
you to be happy...

or at the very least,
to be properly treated.

Can't Hector see that?
-Why would he?

The house runs smoothly.

She knows how he
likes things done.

Why make trouble?

Some of the house feels
a little bleak to me.

Hector says they've
sold everything good

except the portraits.

And now they can afford to
buy them back, thanks to you.

Make sure he remembers your
role in his family's redemption

and acts accordingly.

If you want to cook an omelet,

you have to learn
to break a few eggs.

Says the woman who
hasn't cooked an omelet

in 20 years.

I may not have made an omelet,

but I have made a future.

And I'm here to help
you do the same.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hey. Hey.

Whoa.

Welcome.

Good of you to
come all this way.

I had a summons from JP Morgan.

I didn't think I had a choice.

You didn't.

I should prefer to
call it an invitation.

My secretary, Mr. Brinkley.

Hmm.

The Merricks.

Mr. Russell.

I don't believe you've
met my brother, Edgar.

Mr. Merrick.

I'm glad to be
here, but I suspect

I may be less glad when I leave.

Mr. Sage.

Mr. Morgan.

Let me show you
all to your rooms.

Byrne.

Now you have us
on your territory,

I look forward to
hearing your orders.

This is neutral territory.

And you'll hear no orders,

only thoughts on the
future of our industry.

Like Bismarck's thoughts
on the future of Germany.

Or Napoleon's on the
future of Europe.

You are too
suspicious, gentlemen.

At least let me give
you some dinner.

We can delay our
arguments for tomorrow.

I should warn you... there
will be no horses kept here.

And civilization is
a day's walk away.

And you ask why
we're suspicious.

Mr. Russell, I believe
you know my new partner.

Is your room comfortable?

Yes, madam.

And how do you find the staff?

They are pleasant, though...

What?

One of the maids said Lady Sarah

is trying to wear
the new duchess down

and train her like a puppy.

She used those words?

I'm afraid so, madam.

Thank you, Andre.

Keep your ear to the ground,
but say nothing to Her Grace.

Of course, madam.

It is a relief to know I'm
not fighting my battles alone.

Are you all right?

-Um, why do you say that?
-I don't know.

You seem very anxious lately.

You never told me
what Larry said

when he was leaving for Arizona.

Didn't I?

Then don't mention it.

But he, uh...

he thinks he's
found Maud Beaton.

Oh, my goodness, when?

The same night you
became engaged.

I-is it somewhere
you can go after her?

As long as she's still there.

I'm actually... I'm
going right now.

You'll have to tell Mama
I had some business dinner

I couldn't get out of.

I'll try to make it convincing.

Can I get a whiskey?

Mrs. Van Rhjin says
she wants to go to bed

straight after dinner.

Miss Armstrong, you
need to be ready.

Well, of course I'm ready.

What's that you're doing?

Nothing.

It doesn't look like nothing.

I'm just interested
in the various ways

of mixing or whipping food.

Here we go again.

You see? You won't
stay a footman forever,

whether you want to or not.

I don't understand why you're
allowed to stay on now.

-What do you mean?
-She means nothing.

I'm going to bed.

That was a delicious dinner.
-Thank you.

I'll look in.

I was rather sad

to see that you had
dismissed Gladys's maid.

-Wasn't that always the plan?
-Well, yes, I know.

It's just... seeing
her so far from home...

But her home is here now.

Her new maid
understands these houses

and the people who live in them.

Don't you want Gladys to have
help adjusting to her new life?

Of course I do.

Then what did you mean...

that I don't know
how to run things?

What I mean is that it's
way past our bedtime.

Well, hello, Mr. Kane.

Hello, Miss Beaton.

-My name is Dolly Trent.
-Come on.

That won't do it for me.

I don't know what you want,
Mister, but I'm working.

All... all right, Miss Beaton.

Do you want me to
summon the police?

Because I can.
-Don't try anything.

You misjudge me. I'm not angry.

I don't want things
to be difficult.

Can I help you, sir?

I want to speak to Miss Trent,

to, uh... to spend
some time with her.

Does that bother you?

No.

No, I'll talk to him...
if he'll buy me a drink.

Very good. Take him to room 12.

Where is room 12?

Dolly.

No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want that.

I want to know what
happened to the money.

I haven't got it.

Obviously.

You know, I lost it
all... everything I had

and everything my
mother had, too.

And now I have to live with
her while she blames me

for her misery and her ruin.

I shall break you in pieces.

At least you don't have to sleep

with overweight strangers who
stink of bad breath and sweat.

I want to know what
happened to the money!

Crowther. You remember Crowther?

He was the man behind
the whole thing.

I was working for him.
He took me on to...

To what?

To target gullible
fools like me?

You weren't alone.

He looked for greedy
men with access to money

but without the
nerve to steal it.

You were a classic case.

But how did you end up here?

Crowther used me

and left me with nothing,

which explains why I am
where you see me now.

But look at you.

You're so elegant.

It means they pay more.

Don't pity me.

I'm tough.

My father lost me in a
card game when I was 12.

I won't depress you

with an account of the
years that followed.

This is the best you could do?

I owe the people who
run this establishment.

I'm working it off, but...

I have food and
a place to sleep.

I suppose you hate me.

Of course I hate you.

You ruined my mother and me.

So often I wished
the story were true,

and we could have married and
lived off my mythical fortune.

Have you anywhere to go
if you get away from here?

Ah, only a sister in Sandusky

who might not even recognize me.

Then we can only hope that
Crowther dies in pain.

I don't agree.

This week I fired my office
boy who's on $3 a week

because I found a lad
who'd do the work for $2.

You're a money-grubbing
fool, Risley.

I'm glad the railroad owners
will approach the future

in their usual
spirit of equanimity.

It will get worse
before it gets better,

with talk of another
run on the banks.

You saved the Metropolitan,
but you can't save them all.

I hear Sage was involved

with the collapse
of Grant & Ward,

on top of the Marine National.

And now Clay's gone
over to the enemy.

Like most men in this room,

he's always been on one side...

his own.

So...

are you ready to explain
why you've brought us here?

Mr. Russell asks why
I brought you here.

The answer is simple.

Mr. Russell,

or rather Mr. Russell and
the Illinois Central Line...

Key to his plan for a new route
between the East and West,

which might spell a
brighter future for America

if your infighting
and price fixing

weren't killing your business.

As you all know, nobody
holds a controlling share

of the Illinois Central, so
nothing can move forward.

And while that lasts, the
whole railroad industry

will be in chaos.

So I am afraid, gentlemen,

no one leaves this house

until one of you
owns at least 51%.

-What have you got there?
-The second delivery, ma'am.

Well?

There are none for you, ma'am.

-Is there anything for me?
-This one.

Well, for whom are all the rest?

Mr. Oscar and Miss Marian?

Perhaps Mr. Russell has written.

I doubt that.

I didn't look before
bringing them up.

I should have. I apologize.

I don't understand.

-They're for John, ma'am.
-What?

-The footman John?
-Exactly.

Have you found out just
how rich this clock

has made our footman?

No, not yet, ma'am.

-Agnes, really?
-Well, I would like to know.

Will it be more than $2,000?

Bannister has already
said he doesn't know.

You may go.

Ada, we really should find out.

We can't ask. It's impolite.

Well, is it polite to stay on,

our Croesus-like footman?

Has your betrothed
told you how much?

No. That's not my business.

John, I've been meaning
to congratulate you

on all your success.

Oh, thanks, Miss Marian.

I hope you enjoyed your
celebration with Mr. Russell

the other night.
-What do you mean?

He told me you were joining him

with friends at Delmonico's.

-Delmonico's?
-Yes.

Isn't that where you went?

Oh.

I don't know.

How could you not
know where you were?

Oh, I do...

but I need to get back to work.

-Have I said something wrong?
-No. No.

Does this have to
do with Maud Beaton?

I need to get these downstairs.

Mrs. Bauer's waiting.

What will be the fate of
Mr. Gladstone's reform bill

now the lords have
thrown it out?

He'll bring it back,
and he'll get it through

by the end of the year.

But do we want a bunch of
vagabonds and farm laborers

to decide how we are governed?

What do you say, Duchess?

You're the democrat among us.

I believe everyone
should have a say

in who forms the government.

Including women, I hope.

Oh, heavens.

Do we have a
suffragist among us?

-Are you against women voting?
-Of course.

Why? I'm curious.

Do you find women
stupider than men?

They're not equipped
for important decisions?

No.

That is, I think women should
stick to their proper sphere.

Ah, then should the
queen have stuck

to her proper sphere
and refused the crown?

Bertha, I think you must
go easy on my poor sister.

I was just curious.

But, of course, if she'd
rather not answer...

I think...

I should not be so impertinent

as to have an opinion about
our sovereign's decisions.

Huh.

Thank you, Bannister.

Marian, you hardly
ate anything at all.

I just... I have
something on my mind.

It's to do with John.

Our footman seems to be
the topic of all discourse

in this house.

When I asked him about
the night at Delmonico's,

he turned ashen.

I thought...

Perhaps it has to
do with Maud Beaton.

Are you trying to drive
me to an early grave?

-No.
-Then why mention that name?

It seems Maud Beaton
is back in town, Mama.

And will she return my fortune?

No.

How can you be sure?

Because she's working
at a sort of...

club.

A club?

Is it a respectable
establishment?

No.

Perhaps we should leave
it at that for tonight.

Now that your mother
is not present,

please tell me where Larry was
the night he saw Maud Beaton.

What?

It's not important.
-I disagree.

It's important enough for
you, John, and even Larry

to hide it from me.

That's because Miss Beaton...

seems to be working in a...

A house of ill repute.

What was Larry Russell doing

at that kind of establishment?

Well, I think he was there
with a group of friends...

That doesn't answer my question.

Marian, I'm sure there
was no harm in it.

Larry visits a
house of ill repute,

and you think there's
no harm in it?

No. No, Mar... Mar... Mar...

There is as far
as I'm concerned.

No, Marian, I'm
certain he was just

having a sociable evening...

Mr. Merrick, you cannot
trust Risley Sage.

Why should I trust you?

His deal will only
momentarily line your coffers.

I intend to make history
with your family's railway.

And I guarantee the Merricks

will always have a
seat at the table.

A table in which you will now
be the majority shareholder.

For God's sake, which
do you want, Merrick?

For Sage to suck the
blood out of your company

or for Russell to
pump life into it?

You have no third option.

Either you will sign the papers

or show to the world
that you're a fool.

You have a large shareholding,

but if you don't sign,
it is a share of nothing.

Once I have 51%, your
family legacy will be safe.

So you keep saying.

Edgar, we need you to
sign and shake on it

if we are ever to be
free of this logjam.

Risley Sage will
wake up tomorrow

and find himself outflanked.

Something we can all be glad of.

Amen to that.

Very well, I'll sign...

but in the company of my
lawyers and back in New York.

Your word is good enough for me.

I'm going to have a rest
before I get changed.

You'd better watch out.

You made a fool of
Sarah last night.

Good.

I was glad he didn't defend her.

Hector never says anything...
either to defend or attack.

He's a frightened man.

You must convince
him his welfare

is as safe in your
hands as it is in hers.

-How?
-You're not a fool, Gladys.

Show an interest in the estate.
Show an interest in him.

In this setup, you
outrank Lady Sarah.

Just make sure
everyone knows it.

I wish she'd give
up on me and go.

The only person to
make her go is Hector.

That is what you must work on.

Your father is a businessman.
You know how to manage events.

If I do, I learned it from
you and not from Father.

Then put it to good use.

Make him love you.
Make him value you.

That is the answer,
but only you can do it.

I can't.

And now I'm going to my room.

Ah, you're back.

How was Philadelphia?
-Interesting.

What do you know about
Frances Watkins Harper?

Only what you've told me.

She's a woman who believes
in universal suffrage.

Why?

Because I've met
her now, properly,

and, uh, she was very inspiring.

She seems like a real force.

Mm-hmm.

I would think this
would rouse you

even more to the cause,
but you seem a little glum.

Mr. Fortune showed up
at the train station.

He and William had words,
and it nearly turned physical

before Mr. Fortune left.
-Oh, my word.

Did you tell Dr. Kirkland
about Fortune?

There wasn't time.

I had my train to catch, but...
oh, I owe him an explanation.

You must be completely honest.

Secrets and lies are not
any sort of foundation

from which to build a marriage.

Take it from me.
-What do you mean?

While you were away,
Larry and I got engaged.

What?

Oh! But that's marvelous!

It was marvelous until
I discovered that

on that very same night, he...

visited a...

I can't say the word.

-You don't mean it.
-But I do.

He went to a disorderly house.

He told me he was going to
Delmonico's with friends,

but then I discovered
his true whereabouts...

and not from him.

Are you certain
of all the facts?

I'm certain that he was there.

We both know what men do

at those type of establishments.

It's particularly cruel,

as we had just told my
aunts and his parents

of our engagement.

I'm so sorry.

There goes a very
disappointed man.

Life is full of disappointments.

You must know that by now.

He's not in the position
he'd like you to think.

Russell is stretched.

His railroad expansion,
his daughter's marriage...

he is stretched tight as a drum.

You are absolutely sure of this?

I really do know where
the bodies are buried.

Then as soon as we
are back in the city,

I suggest we start digging.

Mr. Russell.

You must be the metallurgist.

Seth Dawson. Welcome to Morenci.

I found something that I
think will interest you.

Ah, there you are.

I'll tell Bannister
we're ready for dinner.

Marian, are you quite all right?

No, I'm really not.

Oh, my dear, come and sit.

It seems I can no longer
marry Larry Russell.

-Thank goodness.
-Agnes!

But what has happened?

It turns out I didn't know
Larry as well as I thought.

It seems...

on the night we got engaged,
he visited a house of ill fame.

-What?
-Marian...

Well, I hope this means
that in the future,

you will listen to your aunts

and not try to find
a handsome hero.

Your husband is not supposed
to be a tenor in the opera,

but a wise,
well-placed gentleman

who can give you a decent life.

Are you absolutely
sure about this?

If you ask me, you're
making too much of it.

Which is precisely why
no one has asked you.

I've thought it through.

There's nothing to do but
to call off the engagement.

But shouldn't you give
Mr. Russell the chance

to speak for himself?

Maybe there was
some circumstance

that you don't know about.

What kind of circumstance
could that be?

-Well, maybe...
-Don't you see?

Whatever his excuse...

This will be a
shadow between us.

Marian is right.

Very well, Mr. Dawson.

You have piqued my curiosity.

Fire away.

Since I got your cable,

we've been exploring the
potential of the copper mines.

My father was not convinced
they had much value,

but I wanted to make sure.

I know it will be expensive.

It would cost a lot, yes, but
you could gain a lot, too.

We believe they've been
mining the wrong areas

without proper
research beforehand.

I had my men drill
several shafts.

And were there any results?

One shaft near the
Atlanta copper mine

proved very interesting.

What are you telling me?

We found a rich seam
of first-rate copper

200 yards down,

enough to last a
century or more.

Is it just one shaft?

It's early days.

We've only checked
a few sites, but...

there will be more,
possibly much more.

But the deals for the mines
haven't gone through yet.

Then get them
through, Mr. Russell,

as soon as you can.

All the deals for all the mines.

And make them generous

if you want to avoid trouble
further down the line.

Sorry, I don't mean
to disturb you.

No, no, please.

Luncheon is in a minute,

and there's something
I wanted to ask you.

Really? What's that?

Would you mind if I learned
more about the estate?

Well, I normally let Sarah deal

with the farms and everything.

But surely it would be good
for us to know what's going on.

If only so that you could manage

if Lady Sarah were indisposed.

I agree it wouldn't
be a bad idea.

I thought I'd ask Mr. Forester

to drive me around,

explain about the
different tenancies,

as well as what we farm in hand.

I'd like to meet the tenant
farmers and their wives.

Well, they'd certainly
like to meet you.

What's this?

Uh, Gladys is curious
about the estate.

She's going to get Forester
to explain it all...

the tenants, the
crops, you know.

Why?

I just want to understand
how an English estate works.

Have you put her up to this?

Sarah, Gladys lives here now.

She's entitled to be interested.

We were curious downstairs
as to why Miss Marian

has finished with Mr. Larry.

You really do know everything

that goes on in this
house, don't you?

We try to. Yes, ma'am.

Well, I'm not the
person to ask.

What I don't understand
is why she took up

with him in the first place.

Is there something else?

There is, ma'am, but I don't
want to bother you with it.

You'll find a way.

It's the footman, John, ma'am.

He seems to think he's to live
on here as long as he wants,

when his circumstances
have quite changed.

Don't remind me.

It's hard on the rest.

They're afraid he's
taking advantage.

Are they?

You can see why
they're not happy.

They feel belittled by
his staying on here,

when he doesn't need the work.

He's just playacting when
it's their real life.

Well, I'm sure he'll
soon make other plans,

but since we do not know
the size of his fortune,

I don't suppose we can simply
throw him out on the street.

But we do know the size.

Well, I asked
Bannister to inquire.

He did not give me an answer.

Perhaps he was fearful
it might agitate you.

And I trust you are not?

He was paid $300,000.

What?

It is hard to believe
there is a God in heaven

when such things
happen on Earth.

Please ask Mrs. Forte to
come to my room at once!

Mrs. Forte.

Agnes.

Agnes, are you all right?

No!

I have just heard news from
which I may never recover.

This clock venture has earned

a tremendous amount
of money for John.

We knew it was a success.

A $300,000 success?

Oh.

What do you plan
to do about this?

Must I do anything?

Well, can't you see
it's ridiculous?

I sit here nursing my
ruin, while our footman

could buy us out in an hour
and not notice the difference.

How am I responsible?

Well, all this is
happening under your watch.

Manage your house.

It's my house when
things go awry.

So it would seem.

And I do not wish to feel that
I should hold out the dish

while my footman helps himself.

Hmm.

Clay has done
this... he and Sage.

There are things in the coverage

that only Clay could have known.

-For you, sir.
-Thank you, Jones.

What's happening now?

Shares of Russell Industries
are starting to plummet.

That's not all.

The Merricks are pulling out.

Damn Clay! Damn him to hell!

I should have had him killed.
-I'm sure you don't mean that.

Are you?

Our two primary
banks are teetering

on the brink of failure.

Everything I've built is
on the verge of collapse.

We need to stabilize the stock.

-How? Without more capital...
-I'll get the money.

But if we don't move quickly...

I said I'd find the money.

Mrs. Forte.

I hope this means
you received my note.

Yes.

Did you feel a light
breeze as you came in?

I believe I did.

That was your husband
arriving to keep you company.

I'm so glad.

I have many questions
for Mr. Forte.

He was so wise.

I miss his judgment very much.

Ask him.

Darling, I need your guidance.

I seem to be in
charge of a house

that is falling apart.

I don't know what to do.

Mr. Forte says...

to follow your good, pure heart,

and that will lead you to
make the right decisions.

Hmm.

He says to think

about his favorite
biblical verse.

Trust in the Lord
with all thine heart

and lean not unto thine
own understanding.

Oh! He says, esattamente.

-Does he?
-Yes.

How strange.

He couldn't speak Italian.
He... he never learned it.

That's hard to believe of
someone called Luca Forte.

Well, he... he
wasn't called Luca.

His name was Luke Forte.

That was a misprint in
"The Times," but I...

Ah.

Oh.

None of this is true, is it?

You just read his
name in "The Times."

Mrs. Forte, I assure you...

You read the papers,

and you asked around, and...

the rest I've given you myself.

Stupid babbling fool that I am.

I would never ask around.

I loved my husband
more than you can know.

And so I longed to believe

that there was a way I
could still reach him.

And you can. Mr. Forte
is here right now.

No, please. Please
don't lie to me.

Please don't lie to me anymore!

I'm ashamed of my
sentimental folly.

But you should be ashamed
of your existence.

Dr. Kirkland.

This is very nice of you.

Please sit.

Miss Ellen, can
we have some tea?

Um...

I mustn't take up too
much of your time,

but I wanted to hear how
you'd got on in Philadelphia.

Well, my main achievement
was to persuade

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
to come and speak in Brooklyn.

Does she need all those names?

She's going to host a
suffrage event here.

Oh. Do you expect a large crowd?

No, she does these
smaller meetings

to introduce women to the cause

so that hopefully
they'll spread the word.

It's a sort of ladies'
tea but with a purpose.

Can men come, too,
if they agree?

There are no rules against it,

but I'm not sure
you'd be comfortable.

Ah. Well...

maybe you could
include my mother.

Is Mrs. Kirkland interested
in women's voting rights?

To be honest, it
didn't seem so to me.

Well, she'll be interested in
a women's gathering with tea.

Okay, well, we will,
of course, invite her.

There is something I
wanted to put straight...

or try to, if you have time.
-Of course.

That scene with Mr. Fortune...

You really don't
have to explain.

No, I do.

Mr. Fortune gave me
a job at "The Globe."

It was a wonderful opportunity,

and I am grateful
for it to this day.

But in... in time, he...

he did become
something more to me,

and I think he
would say the same.

But as a married man, is he
entitled to say the same?

I don't want to suggest
that this was his fault.

It was both our faults.

If anyone, it was
my fault saying yes

to accepting a new assignment.

You'll know that's
not how I'd see it.

But we all have a past, and
I'm glad you've told me.

Thank you.

I see now that we can't or
shouldn't work together.

Which will save me

from having to engage
in any more fisticuffs.

Is that a risk?

Oh, indeed.

When someone's as
important in a man's life

as you are to me...

then I'm bound to
fight if I must.

That's not everything...

It may not be, but I
don't need everything.

What matters to me...

is the present.

Oh, Ada.

Ada.

My goodness.

Does this have to do
with Marian and her beau?

It's Luke.

I-I feel so near to him...

So very near.

Of course you do.

Listen, Luke is
everywhere you are...

because he's in your heart.

Thank you, Agnes.

Thank you.

Oh, darling.

I know you miss him.

So Forester's looked after you?

Mm-hmm. He's been so patient,
for which I am really grateful.

And do you plan any changes?

Too early for that.

But there is an area by the
bridge on the south lake

where I thought we
might plant a copse

of indigenous English trees

and dedicate it to Her
Majesty's 50th anniversary.

How charming, eh, Hector?

What's that?

The duchess is
planning a new wood

to mark the queen's
next anniversary.

Oh, no need.

Everything for that
is already arranged.

Ladies.

I'm catching your eye.

Sarah.

Are you quite well?

Why shouldn't I be?

I thought when you stood
without waiting for me,

you must be ill.

I'm so glad if I was wrong.

As I was saying,

your family must have been
farming here for many years.

We were given the land
by King William III

for doing up his
shoelaces or something.

Well done.

What was that about?

Why did you stand
without waiting for her?

I've always decided when
the women go through.

That was before.

There was no duchess then.

Now there is one, and
you should have waited.

I have always supported
Negro suffrage.

Frederick Douglass
and I believed deeply

in the urgency behind
the 15th Amendment.

But, of course, men
are not the only ones

with real claims to the vote.

Women deserve the right
to the ballot, too.

-Yes.
-Well said.

Bravo.
-Yes.

As women, I think we should
be about God's work...

educating our children.

Leave the vote for
the next generation.

I am the next generation,

and I think we should
fight for it now.

Exactly. We have
to keep pushing.

But aren't we trying to
do too much too soon?

It's barely a minute
since emancipation.

Let's fight to
protect the rights

of our husbands to vote, hmm?

They will give us a
voice in the government.

My husband's dead.

Do I still have a say
in the government?

Complacency will yield nothing.

We need more voices
like yours, Miss Scott.

It's not going to
happen all at once.

It's best to pick our battles.

I respectfully disagree.

We must act so that
we have a voice.

Ah, I don't know.

In my day,

a ladies' tea would
consist of sharing recipes,

talking about our children.

I'm sorry.

I thought William
would have told you

that this was a
suffrage meeting.

Sometimes my son
leaves out the details.

Mrs. Harper, we are so
grateful for your time.

I'm curious to know
how you manage it all.

You have children, yes?

Well, now that they're grown

and I don't have a
husband to look after,

there's more time to write
and pursue this cause.

I see.

I want to finish a
letter before dinner.

Bannister...

one minute.

It has come to my attention
that you knew what John made,

but you chose not to tell me.

Well, ma'am, I...

He thought it might interfere
with your digestion, Mama.

I know it's played
havoc with mine.

Bannister, I want you to know

we all support John
and wish him well,

and we do not seek to
pry into his secrets.

I do.

Thank you, Bannister.

But what do you plan
to do about John,

or are you happy
to share your house

with a Rockefeller in livery?

Oscar.

It does seem odd, Aunt Ada.

And is it right for John?

Ah...

let me think about it.

I don't think she
enjoyed herself.

Didn't you tell her what
this meeting was about?

Ah, she wouldn't have
come if she knew.

Well, she does not believe
in women's suffrage...

not now anyway,

not when the colored man's vote
is under threat on every side.

Well, she has a point.

Yes, she has a point, but
it's not the main point.

Hmm.

What we need is
for every adult...

colored, white, man,
woman... to have the vote.

You all believe in justice
wherever your priorities lie.

Hmm.

Anyway, it won't have hurt her

to hear Miss Harper's views...

And yours.

Mrs. Kirkland has
asked for her purse.

Hmm. I'm sure she has.

I understand that
you find Miss Scott

interesting and forceful,
certainly forceful.

Do you see her finding
time in her busy life

to support your work,
to run your house,

to rear your children?

I'd be proud of a wife who
fought for reform and equality.

No.

You'd be proud of a woman
who fought for those things.

A wife is something different.

I'm too ambitious, too
busy, too committed.

Oh, and I'm not the right color.

Well, she's not the only
one with reservations.

Your father and I like
William, but when you marry,

you take on the whole family.

Are you sure you're
ready for that?

I have to be.

Mama...

I feel more for him...

Than I've ever felt before.

I'm glad to hear it.

But is he strong
enough, do you think,

to take on his mother
and fight for his wife?

Mm.

That's what you
need to be sure of.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I thought
you'd all gone to bed.

Oh.

I came for the lamps,
but I can get them later.

If you could stay
for just a minute

and please sit.

I gathered the payment for
the clock has been received.

Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Van Rhjin and
I believe it's time

you made your way in the world.

Y-you mean hand in my notice?

Your life is
different now, John,

in a good way, a fine way,

through your own hard work.

It's praiseworthy.

There's nothing sad about it.

Except this house is the
closest thing to a home

I've ever known.

The people I work with
have been like my family.

I've never had that before.

And they'll go on
being your family

and taking pride in you.

So you think it's wrong for me
to continue as your footman?

Not wrong, exactly, but
somehow not quite truthful.

You've made a different place

for yourself in the
world, a good place.

And now it's time
for you to occupy it.

We're all so very proud of you.

I'll leave tomorrow morning
if you really think it's best.

I do.

And so will you when you've
had time to consider it.

I hope so, ma'am.

But I'll miss you.

I'll miss everyone.

And, John...

We're all very proud.

-There you are, sir.
-Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

I got your message.
-So I see.

Here is your ticket
to Sandusky...

and $100.

What?

I steal everything you
have, and you give me $100.

And a ticket to Ohio.

But why?

I don't know exactly.

But it seems to me...

I was ready to spend
my life with you.

Surely I should get you
out of trouble now...

or I should try to, at least.

You're a strange man.

Where did you find the money?

I'm working.

I'm a-a broker again...

despite certain setbacks.

Mm.

Now, you'd, uh...
you'd better go,

or you'll miss your train.

I don't know how to thank you.

No.

No, don't try.

But stay away from New York...
-Mm.

And find a better life.

All aboard!

All aboard!

Miss Brook.

Will you please give
this to Mr. Russell

when he returns from Morenci?
-Of course.

It may be some time. You
wouldn't rather cable him?

No. The letter explains
things properly.

Goodbye, Mrs. Bauer.

You... you have been very
good to me in my years here...

so good.

Oh, Jack. I hate
to see you go.

Thank you, Mr. Bannister.

You'll let us know
when you settle.

I'll be at a hotel first.

Mistress likes the
Brunswick on Fifth Avenue.

It's very grand.

You might try Merchants' Hotel

on Cortlandt near Wall Street.

It's quite reasonable.

-I will.
-Mm.

Have you nothing to
say, Miss Armstrong?

He's done well.

Good luck to him.

I suppose that's more than
you've ever said before.

Bridget, could I have a minute?

What is it?

After I'm gone, will you
give these to everyone?

There's one for all of you
and the ladies upstairs.

Of course.

You'll keep in touch and
let us know where you'll be.

I will.

Goodbye, Bridget.

Goodbye, Jack.

I've tried every
bank in New York.

I've even cabled my
contacts in London.

No one is willing to
part with a shilling.

And Mr. Morgan?

He hasn't even answered.

He said there would be
chaos, and he wasn't wrong.

If this triggers a panic,

it could be 1873 all over again.

If you've exhausted
all other avenues...

perhaps you should consider

selling the Illinois
shares to Risley Sage.

Never.

I refuse to let that spineless
turncoat, Richard Clay,

be the instrument of my demise.
-I'm only suggesting.

There is no compromise,
Mr. Brinkley.

If I can't save my company...

Then I'll let it burn.

Well, I've given the letter
for Larry to Mr. Church,

so I suppose it's done now.

Oh, Marian.

I wish there was another way.

Clearly there isn't.

But Marian has
handled the situation

as she should have, and
we ought to commend her.

Apologies for not having
informed you sooner,

but I have a meeting
at the Union Club.

Your presence at our
table is so infrequent,

perhaps you should
only inform us

when you will be joining us.

Didn't you already
bring the morning mail?

John, the footman, asked
these be delivered to you.

Well, what's going on?

But what is this?

Oh, this is so much
more than we lent him.

He's very grateful for our
help, and he wants to show it.

I wish I'd lent him some.

I only hope that...
that Armstrong

didn't drive him away.

Oh, I don't think so, ma'am.

We all knew that John needed
to move forward with his life,

and so did he.

Thank you, Bannister.

Imagine that.

I have distributed the
envelopes upstairs,

so I suppose we
should open ours.

Oh, at last.

If I had to wait another
minute, I think I'd burst.

I expect he's just returning
our investment in his patent.

Mm.
-Oh.

Oh, this is 20 times
what I gave him.

I don't understand.
Why have I got one?

I never gave him anything.

'Cause he's a lovely,
generous young man,

which you never saw.

This is beyond generous,

but given the man we know
Jack to be, not surprising.

Oh, when I think

of the young boy
who first came here.

I'm bursting with pride!

Fawkes said you
wanted to see me.

I'd like a word before I go.

What is it, Andre?

The cases are in
the carriage, madam.

Thank you.

Gladys will miss you. She's
loved having you here.

Try to value her, Hector.

She has a good heart
and a good mind,

and she can help
you in many ways.

I'm sure that's true.

But let her see that this is
her house now... yours and hers.

Sarah doesn't mean any harm.

She may not, but she causes it.

Face her down now,
and she'll be fine.

Leave the reins in her
hands, and misery lies ahead.

-I'll do my best.
-Your best is all that I ask.

And if I were you, I'd get
Adelheid back as her maid.

I'll see what I can do.

There you are. The
carriage is waiting.

Will Gladys go to
the station with you,

or might it be best to get
the sobbing done first?

I think Gladys should decide
where she wants to say goodbye.

Don't you agree, Hector?

I certainly do.

I've been staring at these
until I'm blue in the face.

Details of the
mistress's wardrobe,

details of Miss
Gladys's wardrobe,

subjects discussed between
Mr. and Mrs. Russell

about what they both
think about Mr. Larry,

about Miss Brook.

-What are you saying?
-It has to be Miss Andre.

Don't you think?

So what happens now?

We must find a time to
convince Mr. Church,

and then we can all
tackle Mrs. Russell

when she gets back.

It's better to say goodbye here.

I'm so proud of the woman
you're becoming, Gladys.

Just remember who you are.

I like this new version
of Oscar van Rhijn.

You think I was foolish.

I think you were kind.

I didn't get the money back.

She wasn't to blame, not really.

Crowther was the thief,

and he tricked her just
like he tricked you.

So we're both
Crowther's victims.

Aren't you?

She probably won't change
her ways, but she might.

And if she does, it will
be you she has to thank.

Well done.

Are you pleased with
your investment?

Very.

I'll invest more.

-Just like that?
-Just like that.

You've defied the odds.

This is where we part.

I'll see you on Tuesday,

where I will produce
Mr. Hightower

for you to charm into becoming
your latest lucky client.

You are my savior.

I, uh...

I thank you with all my heart.