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Mr. McAllister's book, as you requested, madam.

Thank you, Church.

Can I get you anything else?

No, thank you.

Good Lord.

Mm!

Your tea, madam.

I think I may need something stronger, Mason.

Here it is, ma'am.

Ah. Thank you, Armstrong.

Yes, ma'am, though I'm not sure

you'll be grateful after you've read it.

Oh.

What's wrong now, Mother?

Everything.

I had no idea.

McAllister's book ridicules society

and will wreak havoc for the lot of us.

-You've read it, then? -Of course not.

Don't waste your time, Lina.

I've read it... twice...

and I'm sure you would not enjoy it.

Are you mentioned?

Not by name, of course, but there is one couple

that people say is meant to be us.

Mr. Fish is furious.

Why?

What does McAllister say about him?

That he's very cheap when it comes to choosing wine.

How horrid.

And how unfair.

Well, it's horrid, anyway.

I don't see what we can do.

The book is in the shops, and I'm told it's selling briskly.

Are you in it?

Once again, I've been told there are anecdotes

that might refer to us.

-Mm. -Mm.

He must be making a fortune.

Well, he won't spend it on me.

I've thought about this.

And this is why we have convened our meeting.

I believe that in future,

we must exclude Ward McAllister from our society.

Ban him.

Freeze him out.

So he is to be excommunicated?

Yes, beginning with

my end-of-the-season ball in Newport.

He is no longer included on the guest list.

Nor should he be.

He should have known this would happen

when he decided to betray our trust.

I have been fond of him, but I do not disagree.

We are all victims of his cruel tongue.

No one can deny it.

We are indeed.

Oh, this must be so hard for you, Lina,

dealing with this as well as

your daughter's present situation.

Thank you, Mrs. Fish.

But let's leave it for now.

Mrs. Forte, thank you for receiving us.

Ladies, shall we? -Yes.

We have our marching orders.

Why are you smiling?

Lina Astor thanked me for holding the meeting here.

Society is hanging by a thread, Ada.

This is no time to celebrate.

Still, it was nice of her.

I saw a dress in Miss Marian's

Bloomingdale's catalog,

but I didn't dare go into the store.

You have the money to spend now thanks to Jack.

Even if I did buy it, I don't have any place to wear it.

I think every woman should have

a party dress, just in case.

I'll never have extra money like this again.

Saving it is probably the safer thing to do.

What are you reading, Miss Armstrong?

Mr. McAllister's book exposing the scandals

of upper-class New Yorkers.

And he doesn't spare this house.

What does it say?

That Mrs. Van Rhijn had a financial blow

and some things about Mr. Oscar which I don't understand.

Do you really enjoy such nonsense?

Hmm.

Can't Miss Armstrong read what she likes?

It's in the Constitution.

Here, we have our own amendments.

You've come home.

Only for some paperwork.

Then I'm going back to the club.

Can you really not forgive me?

I made things right with Gladys.

-So you say. -So it is.

Of course I want you home for my benefit.

But also, Mr. McAllister's book paints us in a horrible light.

What has he written?

He implies we're not happy.

He makes us seem weak, greedy, and foolish.

I can't be bothered with gossip.

If only it were gossip!

But this is being printed, bound,

and sold all over the city...

all over the country, I dare say.

And Mrs. Astor's Newport ball is coming up.

-That is not my concern. -It does affect you.

The only way to stop gossip is truth.

If we all appear together,

we can put these ugly rumors to rest.

Are you really so oblivious that you cannot

see what I am going through?

A possible catastrophe that will overwhelm us all

unless I can get our finances in order.

What's happening?

Are we headed for the poorhouse?

I can't answer that.

Why did you not tell me this sooner?

Because I thought I would have solved it by now.

Are you afraid you won't?

If it's not too much to ask, unless you have something

more important to discuss than Newport balls and idle gossip,

I suggest you let me get back to saving our family from ruin.

It's absurd!

He can't renege like that. You made a deal.

He's only warning me it might happen.

It's not definite.

If there's to be no money,

you must find a way to send Gladys back.

Suppose I don't want to send her back.

I've always liked it here.

There's something so peaceful about the gardens.

The irises are lovely.

Color suits you.

It reminds me of your dress at the opera.

You remember that?

Yes.

Are you all right?

Your father sent a telegram.

What does he say?

His payment will be delayed this month.

Oh.

He also warned of the possibility

there may be no payment at all.

That sounds ominous.

What will you do if he can't pay?

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

As a wedding present, the Russells

are going to buy a house on Fifth Avenue for the duchess.

They will require their own staff.

However, it won't be full-time, as they will only be here

for limited parts of the year.

If you know of any candidates, please tell me.

Of course, they won't know the identity of their employer

until the process has winnowed out the less suitable.

I appreciate your discretion.

Yes, of course.

Mr. Church, a word.

Mm-hmm.

Now what?

Now that we've set the trap, we wait to see if Andre

leaves the house to disseminate the news.

Of course, the story is not true,

but if it makes it into the gossip columns,

we'll know who did it.

Do you think she supplied some of the information

for Mr. McAllister's book?

Well, whomever she's talking to, it must be stopped.

And what do you propose we do, exactly?

I want all eyes on her.

If she leaves the house for any reason, we must follow her.

Understood.

All right.

What a shame.

Oscar.

-Yes, Mama? -Are you leaving?

I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, and I'm meeting someone.

Have you seen the paper?

It has John Adams' obituary.

I thought you'd like to read it.

It's just unbearable to think about.

It was a tragedy, of course, but the, uh,

the world keeps turning.

And now I really must go.

Be easy with yourself.

Leave him alone.

He's a man.

Men don't feel these things the way we do.

I'd hoped we could speak at the funeral,

but I only saw you for a moment.

But we've never met. How did you...

He had a photograph of you.

Don't worry.

He kept it in a drawer.

Here it is.

With a picture of him.

I thought you might like to have one.

John and I were the two youngest.

We told each other everything.

He knew his secrets were safe with me, and they were.

So are yours.

But I... I thought his brothers believed...

Our brothers, and indeed, my husband,

would never admit what they must have known about him.

I think you visited John's summer home upstate?

Yes, by the lake. It's... it's lovely.

He wanted you to have it.

What?

It's not in his will, as that would have caused talk,

but he always meant it for you if anything happened to him.

There is money to pay for the costs for five years.

He thought of everything.

No, he thought of you.

He left a letter for you.

With a transfer of ownership, which my attorney has drawn up.

No, no, I, uh...

I can't accept this.

It's what he wanted.

Just enjoy it.

And remember, John...

what happiness he knew, you gave him.

I've chosen this for tomorrow.

I much prefer the blue.

Her ladyship said it was not appropriate.

We'll see.

Ah, good.

They put them in a vase.

On your orders.

Of course.

Thank you, Boles.

I don't want you to worry about the situation with your father.

But if he can't pay?

When she was here, your mother told me

you had good instincts and a good brain.

Did you know that?

She's my mother.

What else would she say?

I know you think I give in to Sarah too much.

What I think is that you don't allow yourself to be

the man you really are inside.

But is the inner man any more interesting than the outer one?

You're wrong.

And I'm not the only one who thinks so.

When I go round with Forrester,

it's not Sarah they want to talk about.

It's you.

If you could only learn to trust your instincts,

you'd do wonderful things here.

Well, I shall have to consider that

when I'm changing.

I meant it when I said not to worry

about your father's money.

The money doesn't matter.

But you do.

Well, I think it does matter.

But thank you.

That tiresome Mrs. Foster has written again,

demanding a meeting.

Who is this?

Oh, she's part of the New York Heritage Society,

and she just wants money.

I should see her and explain that you will not be donating.

She'll never leave you alone otherwise.

Oh, Oscar, there you are.

They've been holding dinner until you got here.

I'm not hungry, and I'm not changed, anyway.

-Is something wrong? -No, nothing's wrong.

Why do you all keep asking me that every single blessed day?

Don't snap at your aunt.

We just want to know how you're managing

after the loss of your friend.

I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine.

In fact, my friend John Adams, by dying,

has made me a homeowner. -What?

I don't understand.

He left a cottage to his sister, Mrs. Bell,

but she has no use for it, so she's given it to me.

But isn't that rather odd?

Where is this cottage?

Livingston Manor, with a view of Hunter Lake.

Settled by my mother's family in 1750.

Is that why she gave it to you?

I don't think so.

Well, then why would she do such a thing?

You're not family.

Well, I suppose she knew John and I were friends.

But I agree, it seems odd that he gave more to me dead

than when he was alive.

Oh, don't be macabre.

How should I be, Mama?

I can't be too sad, but I can't be too cheerful.

I'm sure you don't want to hear that I miss him.

Do you know, I sat in the back row of his funeral

like a stranger who walked in to get out of the rain,

when I should have taken my rightful...

Oscar.

Oh, my.

Oscar, what is all of this about?

Do you really want to know, Mama?

Oscar is very upset.

Of course he is.

John Adams rescued him when he hit rock bottom.

He found him new clients.

He invested his own money in Oscar's company.

He brought him back to life.

If someone had done all that for you with no motive

beyond kindness, and then they died, wouldn't you be upset?

I would be brokenhearted.

Marian is right.

Oscar is simply mourning the loss of his savior,

as we all would.

Oscar, why don't you go up to your room?

I'll ask Mrs. Bauer to send up a tray.

Oscar?

Come in.

Oscar.

I wanted to see how you were feeling.

Thank you.

I'm sorry if I, uh...

if I caused a scene.

Don't apologize to me.

I think I understand much more about you and John Adams.

I hope so, anyway.

You can't mean that.

Why not?

Because if you did understand,

you'd turn away from me.

Society would give you no other choice.

I'm not saying I'm an expert.

But I know more than you think.

I'm puzzled, maybe,

but I have no wish to turn away from you.

Mainly, I just want to help you.

Please tell me how.

You have helped me.

More than you know.

Oh, Oscar.

Ward McAllister.

I'm sorry, sir.

I don't have your name. -What?

Mrs. Astor checked the list of those invited,

and I'm afraid you're not on it.

Mrs. Astor has barred me from the event?

-Ugh. -Eh?

No.

Is she here?

We're not expecting her until the afternoon.

But she's had me thrown out in her absence.

Well, I'm sure she didn't...

Don't explain.

Don't even try to explain.

Divorce is not an option.

You cannot allow it.

But, Mother, I have no choice.

You had a choice in the beginning,

and you chose very poorly, my dear.

Now make up for it by putting it all to an end.

It's not up to me.

You need to convince James.

He is suing me for divorce because of my friendship

with Mr. Borrowe.

-Your friendship? -What would you prefer?

My affair?

There's no need to say it out loud.

All of New York knows what you're accused of.

McAllister has even written it into his disgraceful book.

For all our sakes, you must stop this from happening.

I thought Miss Andre was here.

No, she left for a doctor's appointment.

Oh.

I've lost track of her.

-Andre? -Yes!

Did she leave through the servants' entrance?

I didn't see her.

Could she have gone through the front door?

I wouldn't put it past her.

Mr. Church.

While you were out, Miss Andre received a telegram.

Now, Mrs. Bruce and I were both watching,

but somehow she slipped out of the house.

I'm afraid we lost track of her.

Luckily, I did not.

I saw her leave, and I followed her into the park.

-The park? -Yes.

I saw her speaking there to a man.

Then, after a few minutes, he handed her an envelope.

And then he left.

I can only assume there was money in it.

Once we see it in the paper, we know we've got her.

Miss Brook, thank you so much.

Thank you, Miss Brook.

Miss Brook, we have a problem with the suffrage meeting.

What is it?

The husband of our main sponsor

has cold feet about lending his name and money to the cause.

We cannot hold the meeting here,

and we'll need another sponsor.

Mrs. Harper is already on her way in from Philadelphia.

And the announcements have been posted.

Why don't we have the suffrage meeting here?

I'll sponsor it.

Can you change the arrangements with the school?

I'll do it right away.

Should we discuss it with Aunt Agnes first?

I run this house now, Marian.

And anyway, Agnes is a supporter of AWSA.

It won't be a problem.

It's settled then.

And now I must take Pumpkin for his walk,

if you'll excuse me.

Thank you for opening up your home to the cause, Mrs. Forte.

It is my honor.

Here we go.

That is quite a relief.

Indeed.

Well, now that's settled, what about you and Mr. Russell?

There is nothing to be done there.

Are you really sure you can't find it

in your heart to forgive him?

Not if that's who he is.

We have all done things that we regret.

Are you referring to Mr. Fortune?

I'm not referring to anything specific.

What happened between the two of you was quite different.

Only because I explained it to you.

Don't you think you owe him a conversation at the very least?

It's better if we don't talk.

I would only say something harsh.

Well, you can't avoid him forever.

He lives right across the street.

I'm in a hateful position with the cacophony

caused by the book.

I've asked you here to say that

I'm canceling my ball in Newport.

You can't.

The ball marks the end of the season for all of us.

Don't let McAllister win.

We must show strength.

There are too many battles on too many fronts.

But we were planning to come as a family.

Gladys and her husband may sail over from England for it.

I hate to disappoint the duchess,

but I'm just not up to it this year.

People will understand.

Or they will if they've read that book.

Which is precisely why we must stand firm

and show New York and the world that we will not falter

in the wake of his vicious lies.

If only they were all lies.

But what can I do if Charlotte is headed for a fate

like Mrs. Fane's, only worse?

Because Mr. Drayton is bringing the case against her?

Yes, exactly.

How could I give the ball, yet keep my own daughter's

name off of the guest list?

Canceling is my only option.

-Thank you, Hefty. -Ma'am.

Mrs. Russell, I wondered if...

Hello, Hefty.

Mrs. Astor is not at home.

You and I are old friends, Hefty.

And I know all the tricks.

I know Mrs. Astor is inside.

I just saw Mrs. Russell leave.

Mrs. Astor is not available to see you... ever again.

I'm sorry, Hefty, but Mrs. Astor

and I have matters to discuss.

Mr. McAllister, Mrs. Astor is not receiving!

I'm sorry to push in like this.

Then why do it?

Because...

we have unfinished business, you and I.

I doubt that.

I would say our business is entirely finished,

for good and all.

Please, Lina!

Think of all the things we've done together.

Don't I deserve more from you than this?

Don't I deserve more than to be made a fool

in front of the entire city?

You knew what you were doing.

And now you must pay.

You can't throw me out of society.

I am society.

I made your society out of a bunch

of get-rich-quick merchants and walking jokes.

Is that why you thought that you could just

make fun of their secrets for every parlor maid to read

and scoff at? -Why not?

They are my invention.

The 400 who fit into your ballroom,

they're not your 400. They're my 400.

That mixture of minor birth and major money,

that was my creation. That was me.

I've taken your advice.

I don't deny that.

But let's not forget how hard I tried

to smooth your Savannah ways.

You're forgetting I brought the ways of Europe to New York,

how to dress, how to decorate.

But I reinvented it to suit the American mix

of old and new.

You couldn't have done any of that for yourself.

I think I would have done...

When we met, you were just a sad, rich lady whose husband

preferred the showgirls on his yacht

to spending any time with you!

Mrs. Astor.

Lina.

Ma'am.

Mr. McAllister is leaving.

-Can't we just... -He's leaving.

And if he ever returns to this house,

he is not to be admitted.

Yes, ma'am.

Goodbye, Mr. McAllister.

Goodbye, Mrs. Astor.

Come in.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, we were debating a question

I thought you may be uniquely qualified to answer.

I will do my best.

Exactly how much are they paying these days

for slandering the good name of your employers?

-I have no idea what you are... -Don't try to deny it.

You're the only one who had this information.

I saw your little exchange in the park.

What was it, $10?

15?

$40 each time, if they are printed.

$40?

You've made fools of us all, and for what?

$40?

Do you hate Mrs. Russell? Is that it?

Not at all.

I like the mistress and all of you.

But money is money.

And now I will pack my things.

You're already packed.

Go, and don't come back.

The mystery is solved.

Very clever of you to put the pieces together.

I wasn't born a butler.

-Mr. Russell. -Hello, Church.

Is my father home?

He is in the library.

While you were away, Miss Brook left a letter for you.

It seemed rather important.

I need to see Miss Brook.

I'm not sure she's at home, sir.

Let me handle this, Bannister.

Mr. Russell, I'm so sorry,

but Marian isn't ready to see you quite yet.

What's the problem?

When I left for Morenci, we were happy and engaged.

And then I return and read her letter...

why?

Only that she's had a change of heart.

This doesn't make sense.

I love her. Nothing has changed for me.

I'm certain that if I can just speak with her,

then we can resolve this.

Nothing can be so awful, can it?

Mr. Russell, I am not your enemy.

And I realize this is difficult.

It's confounding and...

and heartbreaking all at once.

Why won't she at least see me?

I'll do my best to persuade her to meet you.

In the meantime, she wants to return your ring.

-No. -Please.

That is hers. It's not mine.

I won't accept it or any of this until I hear from Marian.

Ah.

Church said you'd arrived, then you disappeared.

I went to see Miss Brook.

Well, Miss Brook can wait.

The business can't. Come.

Tell me what happened in Arizona.

Well, I have some good news.

I could use that.

Morenci is ours.

That is good news.

Though it may not be enough to help us

in our current travails.

I think you might be surprised.

Here.

What is this?

Father, this land is worth more money

than you can imagine.

I don't understand.

The reports you had were wrong or old and incomplete.

The mines are full of copper.

Clay told me he had the area surveyed, and it was worthless.

I paid to have a new survey done.

It's all here in the document...

tens of millions of dollars waiting to be mined.

And we own all of it?

To secure the sale, I offered a small

profit-sharing arrangement, but that will amount to just

a fraction of the returns.

My God.

I hadn't thought to question the survey.

This could be our salvation.

What do you mean?

We can leverage future copper earnings for the capital

we need to prop up our stock.

That should reassure the Merricks

that we have the necessary funds

to purchase their railway.

I believe JP Morgan will respond to my telegram now.

I thought I heard your voice.

Larry has returned victorious.

He has secured the land in Morenci

and found copper of the highest quality.

Copper?

According to this survey,

more than enough to keep us financially secure

for a long time to come.

Oh, that's wonderful.

We must celebrate.

I'm in no mood to celebrate.

After what you've achieved?

Why not?

Miss Brook called off the wedding.

Why? What happened?

I don't know. She won't speak to me.

Well, surely you can sort it out.

I don't understand the reason.

The letter didn't say.

If she's changed her mind about you without explanation,

surely that shows more about her character than yours.

No one is ever good enough for you, are they?

Did you have anything to do with this?

How could you ask such a thing?

He's asking because we know what you're capable of.

Is my whole family against me now?

Ever since you started using us as pawns in your plan

to dominate the world...

You must understand, I only want what's best for you.

No, you don't. You want what's best for you.

And if it doesn't suit your plan, you seek to destroy it.

Ask Billy Carlton.

Ask any one of Gladys's suitors.

And now Marian?

Where are you going?

I can't spend another minute in this house.

I'm moving to the club.

Larry, please!

Now you're both at the club, and I'm here alone?

I can't believe it.

Oh, yes, you can.

You should have been expecting something of the sort.

Why should I?

Because he's right.

Your ambition is out of control.

We're both ambitious.

True.

But when was the last time you asked any of us what we wanted?

You should be surrounded by your family right now.

But look around.

He'll only accept it from you, I'm afraid.

And even then, he doesn't want it back.

He only wants you.

If he wanted me, what was he doing at that place?

-Speak to him. -Ugh!

Married couples discuss difficult things.

But we are not, nor will we ever be married!

Marian, please.

Don't make this decision out of ignorance and fear.

Larry has opened up a Pandora's box

of ignorance and fear, things that never even

entered my mind before I learned where he went

and what he did!

And right now I trust Aunt Agnes's judgment

better than my own.

And what she said about men revealing themselves is true.

If you can't speak about it, then write to him...

clearly, so he can understand.

Right now you're just tormenting the poor man.

Don't you think I am tormented too?

Oh, my dear, of course I do.

I feel as if I have nothing to hold fast to.

Every single man in my life has failed me.

If it weren't for you and Aunt Agnes, I would have nothing.

That's true, but not truth in the absolute sense.

I'd be better off as a spinster.

That way, I won't get hurt.

You have no idea what you're talking about.

But...

There is a profound loneliness

in the life of a spinster.

It hurts...

Whenever you see couples together.

You mask the pain with a smile, but you don't deceive yourself.

This is nothing you want, I can assure you.

I didn't know.

Nor should you ever want to know.

I am infinitely better off having loved,

even for a short time,

than if I had lived out all my days alone.

-I'm sorry. -It's all right, dear.

It's all right.

Mr. Church said you didn't want

to eat dinner in the dining room, ma'am,

so I brought up a tray.

Thank you, but I'm not very hungry.

Well, I'll put it over here in case you change your mind.

Thank you.

Mr. Church says there's no one else

for dinner this evening?

No.

Mr. Russell and Larry are staying at their club.

May I ask when they'll be back?

I don't know.

That's the truth of it. I simply don't know.

Very good, ma'am.

I'm afraid that losing Andre will add to your work.

We'll find a new maid as soon as we can.

We are all very sorry

that we let Miss Andre take advantage of this house

right under our noses.

I don't blame the staff.

It just proves that even when we think we know someone,

we usually don't.

Miss Brook.

Mr. Russell.

Forgive me for showing up unannounced,

but I'm refused at your home.

I do need to find out what I did that was so awful.

Very well.

I learned that on the night we became engaged,

you went out to celebrate at a house of ill repute.

That is not true.

Please don't make it worse.

I went out with friends.

To a disorderly house.

To a club for young men where entertainments

are arranged that are perhaps not the most respectable.

But that's it. Nothing happened.

You're making a fool of me now.

I know what goes on at those places.

I am a lady, but I am not an idiot.

I only had a drink.

You have to believe me.

Why, when you've already lied?

You told me you were going to Delmonico's.

Yes, I did say that, which was not honest.

The only reason I didn't tell you my true whereabouts

was because I was afraid you'd think what you're thinking now.

So you want me to spend my life

with a man who will not tell me the truth

if it is inconvenient?

It was wrong not to tell you from the start.

I see that now.

Or do you only say that because your lie

has been found out?

My class is starting.

I'll return the ring to your house.

Have we been summoned so you can raise your white flag,

now that you've faltered with the railroad

and run out of money?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

He's bluffing.

Here's how it will end, Mr. Russell.

I will take control of the Illinois Central

and make Clay president.

JP Morgan and I have other plans.

So you've somehow managed to lure him back to your side?

Willingly.

You see, I was able to secure the land at Morenci.

That changes nothing.

The land is only valuable if you also own the rest

of the east-west line.

Unless, of course, the mines on the land

contain tens of millions of dollars

of untapped copper deposits,

which you, apparently, overlooked.

That's impossible.

These are the very same mines, I assure you.

I just had a better man looking at them...

my son.

The deal with the Merricks is done,

and so is any further business I might have with you.

What a fool to have missed something like that.

You are of no further use to me.

Where does this leave you?

What do you care?

You picked the wrong horse, Clay.

You failed me and we parted.

But why did you make me your enemy?

How could you believe you'd win?

Your son got lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

My son made an opportunity where there was none before,

because that's what great men do.

I'm glad it played out the way it did,

not least because I learned your true character.

I'm no different from the rest of the men

in our industry.

"Trust no one" was always your motto.

You are different because from today,

you are no longer in any industry,

and you're finished in New York.

Of course, you could always try for a job

at my Pittsburgh mills, amongst the workers

you wanted me to shoot.

I won't die away that easily, Mr. Russell.

I'm like a cockroach with a thousand lives.

Mr. Ward McAllister.

You're kind to receive me.

Don't think it's a precedent.

I'm not sure how long my courage will hold out.

Have you seen Mrs. Astor?

Yes.

How did it go?

I'm afraid I've made things worse.

That must have taken some doing.

You think I've been stupid.

It depends.

I suppose you did it for the money.

So was it enough money to be worth your social ruin?

My expulsion is more complete than I expected.

Why were you so unpleasant about us?

I thought we were friends.

I wanted to show that these golden people

who behave like the kings of France

are just ordinary men and women.

That's what they won't forgive.

I had a letter from Mrs. Astor today.

Oh, dear.

There were too many objections when she tried

to cancel the Newport ball.

She wants me to take it over.

Do it.

Make society your own.

It's your turn.

If I did, I think I would end the ban on divorced women.

Oh.

I'd invite Aurora Fane and Mrs. Drayton,

which Mrs. Astor would approve of.

I don't know about that.

I'm curious.

Would you invite me?

No.

Their offense is not as damning as mine?

You made a choice.

Mrs. Fane is facing a situation that is no fault of her own.

And Mrs. Drayton?

Men are forgiven for their indiscretions,

and women are punished. It's not fair.

The truth is, there but for the grace of God go us all.

It appears that I'm not going anywhere in society,

unless you can save me.

I can't.

I haven't the power.

And nothing is more perilous than to overestimate

your own power.

We're having veal this evening.

I hope you're pleased.

I seldom find fault with whatever you've chosen,

although I wonder if, in future,

Gladys might be included in your deliberations.

Oh?

It would be helpful for her to learn more

about what the English like... and what I like.

If you think so.

I do.

By the way, you should know that we've received a telegram

from Bertha Russell.

What does she have to say?

She's asked us to a ball in Newport.

She very much wants us to be there.

I suppose she intends to show you off.

Is that the only reason my mother might like to see me?

How sad.

I didn't mean that exactly.

We'll be leaving tomorrow.

Why wasn't I told?

I'm telling you now.

We've got to go straight away if we're

to get to America in time.

I see.

Will you be going up to London while we're away?

I'm not sure. Why?

Well, you've always enjoyed the hustle and bustle

of London, haven't you?

I thought you might like to spend a little more time there.

Do you mean at the London house?

Not exactly.

I was thinking it might be time you had a house of your own.

You can't enjoy fussing over us every minute of every day.

You need some time to yourself.

I'm guessing you agree with him.

Well, I want you to have some fun, Sarah,

and not work your fingers to the bone running this place.

Of course you do.

Your man can sleep downstairs,

and there are attic rooms for any other staff.

Did I say something funny?

I'm not accustomed to people asking me about my staff,

probably because a week ago, I was part of one.

I don't follow.

Can we look around a bit, please?

Yes, of course.

So what do you think?

This is the nicest we've seen.

Besides, it's furnished.

And every morning, you can wake up to a beautiful magnolia

right outside your window.

Are they lucky?

Because I need luck.

You're going to be fine.

How can you be so certain?

It's a new way of life, of course,

but I promise you'll enjoy it.

And what about you and Mr. Larry?

There's nothing to discuss there.

Do you like the house?

Miss Marian, I didn't tell you the truth before

because it's not right... -Please don't defend him.

But we did not go to Delmonico's.

I know where you went.

It wasn't an appropriate place,

but nothing untoward happened there.

How do you know?

Because he was with me the whole time.

We had a drink with his friends, and then we went back

to 61st Street together.

He's quite innocent, I promise.

What do you think?

I'll take it.

Good.

I'll draw up the paperwork.

Most young women busy themselves with minor things,

but you are not like most women.

I don't know how you do it all, Miss Scott...

suffrage, your articles, your novel.

Technically, I'm still employed by Mrs. Van Rhijn.

I'm surprised you could fit our lunch into your schedule.

Oh.

You'll always have a place in my schedule.

That is good to hear because I always

love to spend time with you.

I find I think about you more and more.

I feel the same, although your mother wouldn't approve.

How do we remedy this situation?

You're the doctor.

You could let me escort you to the ball

in aid of my father's church.

Oh, my cousin Athena has already invited us.

Might it be all right if you didn't go with your family

and came with me instead?

I think that would be fine.

Cousin Athena would definitely approve.

Why are you laughing?

I was just thinking that I've never been

so grateful for a bad cold.

Is William bringing his young lady to the ball?

And who might that be?

I heard he's taken a liking

to Miss Peggy Scott from New York.

You know how these young men are.

I doubt she's the final choice.

That might be a good thing in light of her past.

What past?

I assumed you knew.

Knew what?

It's not my place to say.

Ernestine, if you know something

about the woman my son is courting,

you have a duty to tell me.

I spend every Easter with my sister in Philadelphia.

During last year's church service,

the Scotts from New York were there, too,

but not to celebrate the resurrection.

It turns out Peggy Scott had a child

who died of scarlet fever.

A child?

A little boy who'd been adopted by the Spring family.

Are you saying that she had a child out of wedlock?

We didn't see a husband at church,

but my sister assured me that she had been married.

Why she allowed her baby to be adopted, I don't know.

It's a sad story, really.

A sad story that asks more questions than it answers.

I knew she wasn't right for my William.

I cannot believe you, of all people, did not know.

That was by design.

What do you mean?

My son would never have wanted a tainted woman.

She purposefully kept that from all of us.

Where are you off to?

I must take the next train to New York.

William needs to be brought into the picture.

So I want you to go to Chicago

while I stay here to meet with JP Morgan

about the mines and railway.

All right.

What have we here?

Your son has put the family back

on solid financial footing.

Well done, Larry.

Thank you.

I have my own news to share.

Because of Mrs. Astor's situation,

I have agreed to host the end-of-the-season Newport ball.

Gladys and Hector will be joining us as well.

-Is that so? -Yes.

All your pawns will be back on the board.

This came for you, sir.

Ah, thank you.

Larry, I think you want to see these numbers.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Church found the spy.

It was Andre.

I thought it might be.

Look at the ore grade estimate. -You're busy.

That's 20% more than we expected.

I should go. I hope to see you back at home.

And this is the grade for the smallest ore.

It's even better news.

The more efficient we are, the more money.

As I've said in the past,

we are all bound up together

in one great bundle of humanity.

And society cannot trample on the weakest

and feeblest of its members without receiving

a curse in its own soul.

So let us continue to make progress for the vote

and for equality together.

Thank you all for coming.

And we'd like to offer our deep appreciation to our hostess

and sponsor, Mrs. Forte.

Oh.

It is my honor to support such a noble cause.

There is tea in the dining room.

I've been meaning to say hello.

I hope you found our audience an engaging one.

Indeed, I found their enthusiasm invigorating.

They were responding to a rousing speaker.

If you'll excuse us.

-Thank you again. -Oh.

There is a real power in us all being together.

Well, it's the only way this battle will be won.

If women can get the vote, then we shall have a voice

in other matters as well.

I agree wholeheartedly, Mrs. Van Rhijn.

Mrs. Forte, may I introduce you to someone?

Oh, yes. Please.

-Do we know each other? -Not really.

I'm Mrs. Foster of the New York Heritage Society.

I've written to you about the decision

to name Livingston Manor after your ancestors

who settled there. -Yes, of course.

I'm terribly behind with my mail.

When Robert Livingston purchased

his 95,000 acres in 1750, do you know where he lived?

No, I don't know exactly where,

but I do know that later houses were built on what

is now called the Manor.

Your lineage is noteworthy.

You're very kind.

The Society is planning to celebrate

New York's history soon,

and we would really like your help.

Oh, well, I'm afraid I'm spoken for,

but good luck with it, Mrs. Foster.

If you'll excuse me.

Hello, darling.

Miss Grant, so nice to see you.

Agnes, who is that woman you were speaking to?

Mrs. Foster of the Heritage Society, no less.

I think I got rid of her.

I hope so, anyway.

Take it every morning and evening, and that

should help with the pain.

Good afternoon, Mr. Jones.

Mother?

What are you doing here?

I have some alarming news.

Is Father all right?

Oh, he's fine.

This concerns Miss Scott, though I don't know

why she calls herself miss.

My cousin saw you in Prospect Park with Dr. Kirkland.

Peggy, do I hear wedding bells?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Besides, we are here to discuss our rights as women.

I agree with Miss Scott.

Whether she marries or not,

we must counter our dependence on men.

Hmm.

Pardon me.

Is she all right?

She recently broke off an engagement.

Oh.

Please don't let her dissuade you from marriage.

Dr. Kirkland is a fine man,

and we are all looking forward to dancing at your wedding.

All right, all right.

Okay, stop it.

According to Mrs. Brown, everyone in Philadelphia knows,

which is why it is so shocking that she didn't tell you.

That is not a person who can be trusted, if you ask me.

I didn't ask you.

Thank goodness we learned the truth, who she really is.

Miss Scott is still a kind, beautiful, intelligent woman.

Who lied.

Who is a tarnished woman with a dead child,

God rest his poor soul, and a husband

out there somewhere doing Lord knows what.

Is she divorced?

We're not certain she even married.

But we do know that she put her own flesh and blood

up for adoption, which she did not care to share with us.

I must speak to Peggy.

What makes you think she would tell you the truth now?

I'll know when I talk to her.

I owe her that much.

Oh, William, you owe her nothing.

I know it's rather late to pay a call,

but I must speak with Miss Scott.

I believe she's in her room.

I'll have Bridget fetch her, if you'll just wait here.

Congratulations, Mr. Russell.

Thank you, Brinkley, for all your hard work.

And don't let us forget Mr. Larry's hard work too.

There's a cab outside, sir.

He's waiting to take you to the Union Club.

Thank you, Jones.

I have a delivery for Mr. George Russell.

Thank you. I'll take that.