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Hyah!

Good to see you, Wilbur.

Welcome to Morenci,
Mr. Russell.

Thank you.

I hope you're ready
for all of this.

Have you brought
your riding clothes?

Of course.

I'm looking forward to seeing
you on a bucking bronco.

Inside.

All right, all right.

Back to work, back to work.

Mr. Church?

Yeah.

Has there ever been snow
this close to spring?

I agree.

I was expecting
cherry blossom, not this.

What's all the activity?

The mistress has planned
a temperance meeting,

but I can't imagine there'll be
many guests in this weather.

Mrs. Van Rhijn
is a temperance activist?

Not quite.

I was referring to Mrs. Forte.

But you said mistress.

Yes.

We've had some changes.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

I should have
lit the fire earlier.

Well, it's supposed
to be the start of spring.

It won't last long.

Well, you're all dressed up.

Our temperance meeting
is today.

Ah, must we keep allowing
the frozen tundra wind

into my home, if I can
still call it that?

We need to set up.

You can't mean to sponsor
this absurd meeting now.

It's nearly a blizzard.

Surely your merry band
of teetotalers will stay home.

I doubt it.

Temperance is a cause
to which we are all committed.

To which we are all
committed now.

But weren't you committed

to the Charity Organization
Society?

Well, yes, I was.

And before that,
hadn't someone cornered you

about the settlement house
movement?

That's true.

But I've been convinced
that temperance

can bring unique improvements
to our society.

So make a donation
from your newfound fortune

and cancel this gathering.

They will understand.

I am making a donation

in addition
to holding the meeting here.

Alcohol is the scourge
of many families.

And I want to support causes
that are close to my heart

as a way
to honor Luke's memory.

You think invoking your late
husband's name will silence me?

It won't.
Luke drank wine.

And he served it to thousands
at Communion, just like Jesus.

Find a cause
he would have cared about.

The point is, Luke's ministry
was important to him.

And I want to continue
his legacy by doing works

that are important to me.

And if it displeases you,
Agnes, then--

Then what?

Then too bad.

I've tried mourning in silence,
and it nearly killed me.

There were nights
I went to bed

and prayed not to wake up.

This gives me a purpose.

And I believe
it would make Luke proud.

Had he cared about money,
we'd have lived

a very different life.

But he cared about people.

And I will too.

Oh.

Good day, sir.

I wish you wouldn't do this.

Are the trains across
the bridge even running?

There are no cabs.

I must get back
to 61st Street.

I promised Mrs. Forte
I'd help her

with the temperance meeting.

Your mother shouldn't have
kept you last night.

You'd already be there,
safe and dry, if she hadn't.

You'll catch your death
walking to the station.

You don't think
that's a little pessimistic?

I'm going with her, Dorothy.

Well done on the news.

Thank you.

I knew it was big
when I saw the envelope.

Have you told Mrs. Van Rhijn?

How, when I only
opened it last night?

All right.

Bye.

Be safe.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

I want fires
in every room down here

and in all the passages.

They are not to be allowed
to go out.

Very good, ma'am.

Mr. Sargent comes at 3:00
for the sitting.

It is your responsibility
to make sure he gets here.

Send the carriage,
send the sleigh,

send the Seventh Regiment
if you have to,

but make sure
he's here by 3:00.

Yes, ma'am.

I think he'll find
he has everything he needs.

Good, it must be finished
by the time His Grace arrives.

But don't mention that
to Miss Gladys or Mr. Larry

or anyone in the household.

- I understand, ma'am.
- Mm.

Larry and I are going
for a walk to see the snow.

Why? And where is Larry?

Here I am.

I said we want
to see the snow.

If you must go, be careful.

Nothing can go wrong, not now.

What's so special about now?

Nothing.

And don't be late for luncheon.

Your sitting is at 3:00.

He's down there.

- Gladys.
- Billy.

I'm surprised
she let you come.

Only just.
She was frightened by the snow.

These days, she seems nervous
if I leave the house.

I suppose she
doesn't want anything

to interfere with her plans.

My chief ambition in life

is to interfere
with your mother's plans.

Will I see you tonight?

Did Mrs. Fish give
you the message?

She did,
and I'll try to be there.

Wouldn't it be simpler
if I speak to your father

as soon as he's back?

As long as you're sure.

Of course.

I can't wait
for you to be my wife.

But are you sure?

I love you.

And that makes me sure.

Texas, New Mexico, Arizona--

he's not expected back
for weeks.

What's he doing out there?

He's set on a major expansion
of his railroads,

all the way to California,
maybe even Mexico.

I can't quite imagine
Mr. Russell in the Wild West.

I don't know.

He's a pretty sharp shooter
when he wants to be.

He's out in the desert,
and here we are

in what feels
like the North Pole.

Will I see you
at the opera tonight?

It's too soon for us
to be seen together in public.

It's been months.

Yes, because it's only months

since I broke off
my engagement to Dashiell.

I've failed at it twice.

Hmm, well, this time,
you'll succeed.

I envy your certainty.

I wish you shared it.

I want to.

I just can't handle scrutiny
quite yet.

You must understand,
with all the rumors

surrounding Gladys' engagement
to the duke?

It's my mother's wish,
but it's not what Gladys wants.

We'll see.

And until we do, we'll face
whatever comes together.

But please,
don't make me wait too long.

I wish I could
kiss you right now.

Restrain yourself, Mr. Russell.

All in good time.

Will that make
Mrs. Russell happy?

No.

But Father won't mind.

I'd better go see what Gladys
has promised him now.

Miss Brook.

Gladys.

Whoa!

Where is this man?

Is he late, or are we early?

And why is he so important?

John Ranger's our middleman.

They found him in Tucson.

He'll arrange for us
to meet the miners.

I want this done
and done quickly.

I'm still not convinced
it's worth the risk.

You can make money
without much trouble.

Why not just allow yourself
to do that and live well?

You're not seeing
the big picture.

Fast freight is the future.

And our route, with one line
from New York to Chicago

and the Southern route
from Chicago to Los Angeles,

will be the fastest way
to get across the country.

When it's running,
we can charge a huge premium.

And with the grants
and subsidies on offer,

we can offset more
than half the cost to build it.

Maybe, but you'll have to
risk an enormous amount of cash

before you get to that point,
if you ever get to that point.

I'd rather have palaces
in New York and Newport

and live without Jay Gould
breathing down my neck.

He'd be breathing
down my neck anyway.

- What about the copper?
- Forget the copper.

You've read
the metallurgists' report.

We need the land
for the railway.

Why not just go
around the mines?

We'd have to build
hundreds of miles of track

through the mountains.

We may do something
with the mines at some point.

Right now,
just get me the land.

The owners have been
scrabbling for a living

for as long
as they can remember,

so it shouldn't take much.

Let them rent back
the mines if they want.

But make sure
we own them first.

Mr. Russell.

Ranger.

I'm so glad you could join us.

They cabled
you were coming today.

- How was New Mexico?
- Good.

Please.

So tell me, will they sell?

And who should we
approach first?

It's more complicated.

The local mine owners,
or most of them,

want to see you together.

I set up a meeting
for Friday evening.

I don't want to meet
a bunch of stupid clodhoppers

all at once.

I prefer to pick them off
one by one.

They may be clodhoppers,
but they're not stupid.

They know
their copper mines will be

the biggest thing in the state
if you're involved.

Well, don't give them
any leverage.

The land matters.

The mines don't.

- No.
- You were so scared.

I was not. I was not.
It was just--

- Did you have a good time?
- Oh, yes.

Though it seems
so late for snow

when spring is almost upon us.

But you had a nice walk?

More of a slide than a walk,
but we did.

I feel quite invigorated.

I shall take that
as a compliment,

seeing as I pushed you into it.

Mr. Sargent is here.

She'll ring for tea
in an hour or so.

And I think you should
have a look at this.

Someone must be
looking for me.

He asked me to confirm
that you worked here.

I suppose it's bad news.

Why do you say that?

This kind of a thing
usually is.

Oh.

What are you bringing those
back down for?

Put them on the credenza

for Mrs. Forte's
temperance meeting.

I did, but as I was setting
it out, Mrs. Van Rhijn said

she didn't want her silver
used for the meeting.

What should I do?

Well, it's Mrs. Van Rhijn's
silver.

But Mrs. Forte
pays our wages.

We cannot serve two masters.

- But we do.
- All right.

I'll speak to both Mrs. Forte
and Mrs. Van Rhijn.

And you'll get
two different answers.

I'm sorry
to banish you up here,

but at least you don't have
to drag the painting along

when you go home.

I'm happy, I assure you.

The light is excellent in here.

What's the point of this?

I daresay
Mr. Sargent can answer that.

There's a moment when a young
girl turns into a woman.

It doesn't last long,

and I'd like it
caught on canvas.

You managed it so well
with your portrait

of Miss Burckhardt.

I'm glad you liked it.

I liked its dark
and its light.

I liked how you showed
that youth is complicated

and not just pretty.

And that is what
you want to see

in a picture of Miss Russell?

With a hint
of what's to come

when she takes her place
in society.

Oh, Mother.

- Excuse me.
- Mm.

It troubles me that I never
mentioned a slight...

commotion
at the Paris Salon this year.

About your portrait
of Madame X,

with her loose strap falling
away from her naked shoulder?

I had to repaint it
back in place.

It will only
drive up your price.

I wish I had your confidence.

I wish I'd had my confidence
when I was your age.

Ooh.

OK.

- Oh, Miss Scott.
- Oh.

- I was getting worried.
- I hope I'm in time.

I'm afraid my mother
persuaded me to stay.

She didn't want me to travel
through the snowstorm.

Mm.

And was the letter
that was waiting for you

worth the journey?

It was from the editor
of "The Christian Recorder,"

Mr. Benjamin Tucker Tanner.

He's offered to publish
an extract from my novel.

What?

But that's incredible!

How did he know about it?

I wrote to him, sent him
a few pages and a synopsis.

But I never thought
I'd hear back.

It's such great news,

not just for you
but for a lot of people.

I believe it could be.
We'll see.

You must need warming up
after that journey.

Bannister, can you fetch
a brandy for Miss Scott?

Of course, ma'am.
But if I--

Miss Scott has agreed to be
part of our temperance meeting.

You have joined
this absurd cause?

Mrs. Forte just
asked me to take notes.

Because you did
such an excellent job

with the invitations.

You used my secretary
on this nonsense?

Who is in charge here?

That's rather
what I wanted to--

Agnes, I won't
remind you why I

have the right to give orders.

Is this enough chairs, ma'am?

Oh, I think we need
to create more space first.

Perhaps we could
move this table.

How many of them are there?

Have you advertised
this meeting to teetotalers

in every part of the state?

It may be funny to you,
but it's a cause

many people
feel passionate about.

Well, this is not
the Colosseum.

It is a private home.

If there are
so many people keen

on spoiling the country's fun,
you'll need a bigger tent.

Agnes, I ask that you be

on your best behavior
this afternoon.

And if you cannot manage that,

please have the courtesy
to stay in your room or go out.

I'm being banished
from my own home?

Not exactly.

May I remind you
of the time when this house

was your only shelter?

I've never been ungrateful.

Until now.

Bridget was given conflicting
orders for the silver, ma'am.

What's the problem?

I do not wish for those
people to use my silver.

Are you really that petty?

I am discerning.

There is a difference.

Besides, no one will come
in this weather.

Hmm.

Let the sober circus begin.

Alcohol is to blame
for crime,

violence, and even disease.

We cannot sit idly by
while this scourge

damages our children's future.

- Mm.
- Oh!

Is it God's will
for our great nation

to have more saloons
than public schools?

- No.
- I don't believe so.

We must act, or this sin
will be our undoing.

We have to save those
who can be saved.

What about the ones
that won't stop drinking?

The Bible says transgressors
will be destroyed.

So I'm afraid those
who partake of alcohol

are destined
to the fury of hell.

Oh!

I want to thank our new
benefactor, Mrs. Forte,

for opening her home
to our cause,

and to all of you who braved
the elements to join us today.

Are we supposed to applaud
our eternal damnation

if we have wine with dinner?

My applause was in gratitude
that she's finally finished.

And now will you please
join us in the dining room

for some tea?

Thank you again.

I need a real drink.

Have Bannister bring
the decanter up to my room.

I hope you'll come down
for dinner.

- Mm.
- I might have a tray upstairs.

I must leave too.

Charles and I are going
to the opera tonight.

- Oh.
- Oh!

- Thank you for coming, dear.
- Mm.

We must get you over here
for dinner sometime.

Not if we aren't
serving wine.

I've had
a letter from Hector.

Don't say he's coming
to New York.

Well, I suppose
dukes are allowed

to travel like anyone else.

He asks after you
in the letter.

I thought I might
invite him to stay.

Why?

I don't like him.

You hardly know him.

And he hardly knows me.

I'm going to catch the
last act at the Met tonight.

Can I go with him?

No.

It's "Traviata"

with Marcella Sembrich
singing Violetta.

And there's always
a good crowd for her.

I know we'll find one of your
friends for Gladys to sit with.

I suppose
you'll want me to entertain

your duke when he's here.

Oh, very well.

I saw Aurora Fane
at Mrs. Goelet's.

She said they're going.

Look out for her.

Thank you, Mother.

What can I do
when you bully me so?

Oh, there you are.

I've been worried sick.

With all this snow, I had you
overturned in a ditch.

- I should have sent a message.
- Mm.

I've eaten,
but I can get them to bring

a tray while you change.

Or should we abandon the opera?

Of course.

We were going to see
the third act of "Traviata."

We don't have to.

I think we both know
how the story comes out.

I'm just relieved you're home
and in one piece.

There's something
I need to say.

First let me have them
bring some supper for you.

Aurora, stop.

Just sit and listen.

What is it?

This is extremely
hard for me to say,

and I'm sorry,
but you will have noticed

that for the past few months,

I've been away
from the house a great deal.

You're very busy.
I know that.

I'm busy, yes.

But... I've also met someone.

And I've been spending
a lot of time with her.

But I thought we were happy.

I've been happy.

Haven't you?

Don't make me say
something unkind.

The fact is,
we've decided to marry.

And for that, I need a divorce.

A divorce from--from me?

Is there someone else
I should be divorcing?

Oh, what a fool
you must think me.

What a fool I've been.

You've tried, I know.

But we don't care
about the same things

or even the same people.

The fact is,
we don't want the same life.

You'll divorce me, of course.

Why?
It's what you want.

- I don't.
- That's how it's done.

A gentleman
doesn't divorce his wife.

Maybe, but he can
treat her badly, can't he?

You'll be protected.

Nothing will be done that
is not as you would have it.

That's not true, is it?

Because I don't
want to be divorced.

Aurora, the only accepted
cause for divorce is adultery,

and I can't very well
accuse you.

No, because
I have been faithful.

And I have not,
which I freely admit,

so you must bring the charge.

Well, I won't.

I don't want to ruin my life.

Why should I?

Things are not
as they used to be.

Among our people, things are
very much as they used to be.

So you want us to go to war?

You march in here
and tell me my life is over,

and I'm supposed to agree?

I don't mean
to be unreasonable.

Then stop being unreasonable.

And the answer is no,
I won't do it.

You'll be unhappy
as well as me.

And so will your inamorata,
I suppose.

Who is she?
May I know?

Elsa Lipton,
Carter Lipton's widow.

Oh, I knew it would be
someone shady.

There's no need
to be unpleasant.

It's the truth.

With her history, it would
just be one more battle scar,

when it would ruin me.

- You exaggerate.
- Really?

Do you think I would be welcome
in the circles

where I am welcome now
as a divorced woman?

Oh.

I never thought I would be glad
to have no children.

Oh.

I'm going up.

How strange.

When I bedecked myself
in these geegaws,

I was looking forward
to your coming home.

Little did I know.

I'm so sorry Oscar didn't
come down to dinner again.

I hope he's not ill.

I think he's just tired.

He had a tray in his room.

Yes, it must have been
exhausting ruining me.

Agnes!

He paid a high price.

He's lost his place
at the bank.

He's given up his rooms
and his valet.

I'm afraid
he's just given up.

He never comes out of his room.

Do you mind him living here?

Should I ask him to move out?

How can he?
He has no money.

Well, I know
what that's like.

Anyway, I don't want him to.

But he does need
to find a plan.

Marian, may I
ask you something?

Of course.

It might be helpful
for Oscar to see

more of young Mr. Russell.

He must have plenty of money
to play with,

but he works away.

I don't think Mr. Russell
gives him much money.

But he certainly
does work hard.

Better and better.

Would you invite him to dinner,
say, Tuesday night?

You do remember
he's in business with John,

trying to sell the clock?

Which will only render
the evening more interesting.

Hmm. I'm not sure I agree.

Invite him.

Oh.

That was magnificent.

Thank you for including us.

Of course.

My son was keen
to see Miss Russell.

Yes, I could hear
the whispers all the way

through the second act.

We cannot contain young love.

If you'll excuse me.

Of course.

If you want to marry me
and I want to marry you,

we're already engaged.

So why not just tell her?

I can't while Father's away.

And you have to ask him first.

I want it settled before
her duke gets back to New York.

What?

How did you know about that?

I read it in some paper.

She's not going to win,
not against my father.

I promise.

His mother seems to think
they're in love.

She would not be wrong.

Don't tell Bertha that.

I assume she was not aware that
Billy Carlton would be here.

We never said
we were meeting you.

She finds out the truth,
I'll pay.

She can't keep Gladys
locked up forever.

Not forever, no,
just for long enough.

Why?
What's Mother done now?

She started to leak
the details

of the duke's next stay--

an outing here, a dinner there.

Soon, if it doesn't come off,
it'll look as if Gladys

has failed to land him.

I thought
the newspaper articles

were planted
against her wishes.

Less dignified ones, maybe,

but she plays a long game,
your mother.

I don't dislike her,
not at all.

But she's sure
this is for Gladys' good.

And she won't let her daughter
wreck her own future.

Let us pray your father
gets back in time.

Jack, you need more light.

It's very late for that.

Mr. Larry needs them
for the presentation.

This clock,
it'll never live,

and apparently,
it'll never die.

Oh, Mrs. Van Rhijn
gave me the menu

for the dinner on Tuesday.

Oh, but Mrs. Forte has
given me quite a different one.

Oh, this can't go on.

We all need to know
who we're working for now.

That's your job,
Mr. Bannister.

You have to get it settled.

I wonder who will win
in the end,

Mrs. Forte or Mrs. Van Rhijn.

Miss Ada has the money now.

But does that mean
she'll have the final say?

Mrs. Van Rhijn
won't give that up.

And she always
speaks quite loudly.

Will you go
to the presentations?

I'm sure
Miss Ada will let you.

Probably.
She's soft enough.

Find out the date.

Oh, it's Mr. Oscar for Jack.

Again?

Jack was just up there.

He'll want
another glass of whiskey.

What does he do all day,
just lie around and drink?

It is not for us to comment.

If you'll excuse me,
I'll go up.

Are you quite well?

My mother was right.

I must have caught a chill
on my way to the train.

I'll make you
hot lemon and honey.

Oh, thank you.

Good night.

I don't understand.

Which bit is not clear?

None of it is clear.

I suppose Charles
has been unhappy.

Unhappy?

What is this babble?

You have a nice house.
You have money.

People come to your dinners.

You're invited everywhere.

What more is there?

Some people want more.

I know I do.

Take a ride around
Five Points or Hell's Kitchen

and tell me you're not
satisfied with your life.

But what about
this Mrs. Lipton?

These things can be managed

without the horses
skidding off the road.

Really, Agnes, you sound
like Madame de Pompadour.

But she would have known
how to sort this out.

What do you propose?

He wants me to establish
residency in Newport.

I've told him no.

He wants you
to sit quietly in Newport,

waiting to be ruined?

We're trying
to be helpful, Agnes.

I'm ruined already,
to be honest.

Or I will be
when the rumors start.

But why do you
have to do anything?

He has no grounds.

He needs me to divorce him.

That's what the law states.

And if it comes to it,
Newport is better.

It can be settled
in private there.

In New York, the press
is allowed into the court.

Oh.

Let's hope
it doesn't come to that.

Try to save the marriage
if you can.

There's no logic
in this at all.

You haven't done
anything wrong.

Society is not known
for its logic,

especially
where women are concerned.

We'll still ask you.

Aunt Agnes, you'll ask Aurora
to your dinners, won't you?

Well, if the divorce
goes through,

she may not want
to come in a group.

She may be happier alone.

Well, I've told him no.

So now we just have
to see what happens.

I hope my intentions
are clear.

Sure.

You intend to buy our mines
cheap, make a pile of money,

and go back to New York
to spend it.

And you represent?

Arizona Central
Mining Company.

What Mr. Russell wants--

Your businesses
are underfunded.

Your transport belongs
to the last century.

There's hardly a mine
owned by any of you

that hasn't gone bust
in the past 20 years.

And you think
you can change that?

Why do you need all of them?

What's your mine?

Montezuma.

Here's the thing,
Mr. Russell.

They may not be much to you,

but these mines
are all we have.

We won't give them up easy.

And we don't want
to waste your time.

You need to find a way to make
us all rich alongside you.

Not as rich as you,
maybe, but rich.

Come up with that,
we'll reconvene.

They know who you are.

They also know
you're their only chance.

Indeed.

A cable for Mr. Russell.

- I must go home.
- Why? What's happened?

There's a run on the
Metropolitan National Bank.

They've accused the president
of stealing funds.

What?

We've only just survived
the failure

of the Marine National

and John Eno taking millions
from the Second National.

- What's going on?
- I know George Seney.

He's an honest man.

And I'll lose a fortune
if that bank goes down.

What about the negotiations?

You want your cut, don't you?

Clay will stay here.

Pay them, but make sure
I keep the lion's share

and all the power.

When you succeed, bring
the contracts, and I'll sign.

Well, suppose
we don't succeed?

Then you won't
get your money,

and Clay will be out of a job.

You don't mean that.

Mr. Russell
is a one-man band.

The rest of us are disposable.

Now find me a coach
to get me to Yuma.

I can get a train from there.

Shall we get something to eat?

Could they manage a steak?

You won't like it,
but all right.

Barkeep, two steaks
and more beer.

Full house.

Whoo-hoo!

Easy there.

He's enjoying himself.

- Are we the first?
- Oh.

I made Marian take a bath.

She's been in the cold,
and I don't want her

coming down with something.

Very sensible.

How are you getting on?

Have you managed
to find any new prospects?

I must confess,
it is quite hard

to create
the right impression.

Meaning what, exactly?

Well, I'm up against
all these fellows

with money and position.

Well, you have position,
even if you don't have money.

But that's the thing.

Without money,
you just don't count.

Well, then you must
find a way to make some.

It's not quite as easy
as all that.

I'm sure, but it can be done.

They say Mr. Gould started with
scarcely a dollar to his name.

So you won't give me
an allowance?

Oscar, I will house you

and feed you
and even clothe you.

You are safe from real poverty,
which is the curse of millions.

But the rest,
you must do for yourself.

You might be inspired
by young Mr. Russell.

More wine, ma'am?

Thank you, Bannister.

This is so kind of you,
Mrs. Forte.

We want to hear
about all your new projects

that Marian talks about.

And how your father
supports you.

He does where he can, yes.

How nice it must be to feel
that everyone is on your side.

We'd all be on your side
if you tried to find a job.

What draws you to a new idea?

- Like our footman's clock.
- Yes.

Well, that's easy.

Mr. Trotter is a genius.

His clock is unique
in the market,

and I have meetings planned
over the coming weeks,

which is exciting.

You won't mind if John
has some time off for that,

will you, Aunt Ada?

No, of course not.

Oh, no, I'm going to go alone
at this stage.

I don't want to overwhelm them.

Oh.

Well, we look forward to
hearing how it all comes out.

And I hope
you'll all be glad to hear

I have a new position too.

What?
Where?

The Female Normal
and High School.

That sounds like
a mistranslation.

Why can't you keep
teaching watercolors

to nicely brought up
young ladies?

That was bad enough.

Honestly, Aunt Agnes,
you chastise me for working

and Oscar for not working.

- Which is it?
- Well, you are a lady.

Oscar is not.

Well, it's only
three times a week.

Agnes,
the Normal School is special.

It educates young women
of every race,

class, and religion.

We should be very proud
of Marian.

But won't she need
a bodyguard?

You'd be surprised
at what we all have in common.

- Such as?
- Suffrage, for one.

A group of women have organized
to support AWSA.

AWSA?
What's that?

The American Woman
Suffrage Association.

Mama, you astound me.

It is a cause
that interests me.

- Really?
- Why?

Am I not allowed
to have my causes?

You have so many.

I should think suffering
more important than suffrage.

Well, I apologize
for having principles.

Does this mean you approve
of Marian's new position?

No.

Ah.

By the way, Jack,
Mr. Weston wrote today.

He's definitely interested.

That's good, sir.

I'm glad for this Mr. Weston,
whoever he may be.

But can we revert
to traditional ways

and allow the footmen
to bring round more sauce?

Of course, ma'am.

That sounds rather awkward.

It was unusual.

I can say that.

It's wrong you're not
at the meetings, Jack.

He doesn't know how it works,
not really.

He'll have the drawings.

But is that enough?

You keep saying
Mr. Larry is your partner,

so let him act like a partner
and show you some respect.

Mm.

Mrs. Van Rhijn and Mrs. Forte
were at it again tonight.

You must get things settled.

You think it'll go away,
but it won't.

I know.

Miss Scott's not coming down,
so we can start supper.

She's no better, then?

I'm afraid not.
She looks worse.

How was your evening?

I enjoyed it,
but they'll never make a worker

out of Oscar van Rhijn.

That was a lucky escape
for me.

Did Mother say anything more

about when Father
was coming home?

No.

She's so taken with getting
ready for her wretched duke.

Doesn't it worry you?

I'll be safe
once Father's back.

He won't let her
force me, I promise.

She can be awfully persuasive
when she wants to be.

Mrs. Fish said--

Mrs. Fish loves the drama.

She's longing to see
Father and the duke

tussle it out in Union Square.

You don't think
you should elope with Billy

to some state
where it would be legal?

Would you elope with Marian?

You may be keeping it secret,
but I can tell.

You love her.

It's different for us.

Marian and I just have to wait.

But you're running out of time.

Will you plead my case
with Mother?

I'll try, but don't
hold out much hope.

When Mother's made her mind up,

it takes an act of Congress
to change it.

Are you headed
for the bathroom?

No, no, no.
You go.

I'm in no hurry.

Although this seems like
an early bedtime for you.

Well, that's my new life.

Early bed and queuing
for the bathroom.

Oscar.

Hmm?

I'm sad if you don't like
Mr. Russell.

He's nice enough.

The fact is, we're not
cut from the same cloth.

I was born to be rich.

I was not born
to make a fortune.

It's a different gift.

I need another way.

Well, we know
of one other way,

which you've tried twice now,
without success.

Ouch.

Don't remind me.

Will you have another go?

I have less to offer
these days, penniless as I am.

Something will turn up.

And besides, Aunt Ada
won't let you starve.

No, I won't starve.

But she'd like me to work
for every mouthful.

Are you going to Miss Scott?

Yes, miss.

I'll take that.

Oh, you shouldn't
have done that.

Bridget was on her way up,

but I wanted to see
how you are.

Oh, I've been better.

I just can't seem to shake it.
Thank you.

Aunt Agnes
was asking after you.

Hmm.

Perhaps you should
see a doctor.

Oh, no, it's such an expense
if it's just a cold.

Promise me
you'll sleep when I go.

They have asked
for another chapter

that I haven't written yet.

Then they'll just
have to wait.

Oh, well.

Oh, wait.

How was your dinner?

Aunt Ada hoped that Larry
would inspire Oscar

to throw himself
into the world of work,

which only shows
how little she knows him.

I thought you might have
announced your engagement

to young Mr. Russell.

There's plenty of time
for that.

So you're
not in a hurry, then?

I've made two mistakes.

The first because I was blind,
the second because I thought

I could settle for something
less than perfect.

I was wrong both times.

I don't want to be wrong again.

I like Mr. Russell.

So do I.

Very, very much.

But I felt the same
for Mr. Raikes.

He is not Mr. Raikes.

He's honorable, for one thing.

And kindhearted, and he's
always been my friend.

But there's no rush.

All right.

Now, finish that
and get some sleep.

Mrs. Russell
is serving coffee

for her committee
in the drawing room.

She thought
you'd like some, sir.

Thank you.

I'm sure we both would.

You mean Mr. Trotter
is to have a cup of coffee too?

I'm sure that's what
Mrs. Russell intended.

I don't need any coffee.

Of course you'll have coffee.

Thank you, James.

You'd think
we were at the court

of Franz Josef of Austria.

I suppose it takes
some getting used to for him.

You'll have your own footmen
before I'm finished with you

and your own house
on 61st Street.

I won't fight you on that.

Now, can you make
one drawing

concentrating
on the new element?

I did that here.

Oh.

Yes.
I didn't see it.

And so this bit here
is the same as that?

You sure you don't
want me to be there,

in case they ask
any technical questions?

I think I can manage.

Thank you, Mr. Bevan.

We should be pleased.

We're in good shape
for next season.

And we're already established
as one of the key

opera houses in the world.

I agree.
Well done, us.

- It's something to celebrate.
- Yes.

I'm rather hoping
that Mrs. Russell and I

will soon have another cause
for celebration.

What's this?

I was saying you and I
may soon be drinking a toast

for a different reason.

I'm sorry.
I don't follow you.

Well, from what Billy said--

You mean your son, Billy?

He was talking
the other night

when he got back
from the opera.

Talking about what?

Gladys.

He'd seen her there
with Mrs. Fish.

But I don't want you
to misunderstand.

We're all devoted to Gladys.

We couldn't like her more.

What's this?
They met with you?

The young were milling about.

Larry brought Gladys
to sit with me,

and the others came
in and out of the box.

You know how it is.

I don't know
anything of the sort.

Mrs. Gardiner, are you leaving?

I'll suffer for that.

But Billy was so sure.

What about
the Duke of Buckingham?

I know there was talk.

But I thought that was gossip
and Billy had been accepted.

We were just waiting for him
to speak to Mr. Russell.

In this house,
nothing is accepted

that isn't proposed
by Mrs. Russell.

Hello, Adelheid.

Your meeting's done, then?

Yes.

And do you have a date set
for the manufacture

of the great clock?

We're still looking
for investors.

Mr. Larry is playing with you
like a doll, Jack.

He won't help you
to make your clock.

I don't agree.
Of course he needs--

Why did you have
to make a fool of Mr. Bevan?

What's he done to you?

I didn't make a fool of him.

He offered me a cup of coffee.

Mr. Larry offered you coffee.

And you should have refused

and not made Mr. Bevan
wait on a junior footman

from a smaller house
across the street.

In America, you don't have to
live like your parents lived.

Maybe I'm on my way to that.

You're getting
above yourself, Jack.

Mr. Larry may invite you
for dinner and the night,

for all I care.

But you're not
in favor downstairs.

Good. We can talk on our own.

What about?

Thank you, Andrew.

Mrs. Carlton
was here this morning.

She thinks
we're about to announce

Gladys' engagement to her son.

She told you about the opera.

She didn't know
why it should be a secret,

nor do I, unless it's
because it's not happening.

Let her live
her own life, Mother.

If I had been given
what I have planned for Gladys,

I would have finished up
queen of the world.

Do you think
Father would agree?

When I've explained
things to him.

I'm not so sure.

You were wrong to involve
Mrs. Fish in your scheme.

She'll spread it all over
New York and Newport.

I don't think so.

She likes Gladys.

She likes gossip.

You're young,
and you're foolish.

I don't hold it against you
since the two go together.

But I'm neither.

And I see that
your sister can live

a powerful, interesting life.

Do you know what it means to be
the Duchess of Buckingham?

She can influence politics,
shape events,

set fashions in clothing
and art or anything else.

But to do this,
she has to be sensible now

and avoid stupid choices.

A stupid choice
like Billy Carlton?

Do you not think it enough that
Gladys just wants to be happy?

Happiness as a by-product of
a well-ordered life may last.

As a goal, it is invariably
doomed to failure.

Miss Scott?

Oh, Mrs. Van Rhijn,
you shouldn't

have come all the way up here.

I can still climb the stairs.

Peggy, you're no better,

and it's clearly
much more than a cold.

Indeed.

I shall call the doctor.

Oh, please don't.

I'm just a little tired,

and I think I caught
a little cold on top of that.

Try and sleep.

Can we send
for the doctor now?

I'll write
to Dr. Lewis at once.

Dr. Lewis?

Oh, he knows her.

And he won't want to get
on the wrong side of me.

You must be glad
how it's going.

I am glad.

You don't look very glad.

It was something
Adelheid said.

What do we have
to thank her for now?

It was when I was leaving.

She said I'm getting
above my station.

She thinks I made
a fool of myself.

Have you said this
to Mr. Larry?

No.

Do you think I should?

I do not,
not one syllable of it.

This is your chance, Jack.

And there's no room for doubt.

I don't doubt the clock.

It's good.

And someone
will see that one day.

I just wonder
about my own part in it.

When Mr. Larry was here
and I was holding a dish

for him to serve himself,
it did make me think.

It should only make you
think of the road ahead.

We believe in you
and Miss Marian, Mrs. Forte,

and even Mrs. Van Rhijn.

Everyone's ready to celebrate.

Except Miss Armstrong.

Maybe.

But everyone else.

Dr. Lewis.

How very good of you, Doctor.

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

Marian, would you
escort him upstairs?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

It might be wise to write
to Miss Scott's parents, Mama.

Marian seems to think
she's really ill.

Of course.
Her father runs a pharmacy.

I wish we'd written before now.

What is it, Bannister?

Should Mrs. Bauer continue
to hold dinner, ma'am?

Yes, we should wait
for Miss Marian and Dr. Lewis

- to come back down.
- I agree.

Otherwise, we might have
to ask him to join us.

Well, that was very quick.

Have you discovered
what is wrong with her?

Dr. Lewis
is refusing to treat her

because she is colored.

You said in your note
she was your secretary.

Miss Scott is my secretary,
and she is colored.

You have met her before.

I must have forgotten.

I'm afraid I do not take
colored patients.

Good evening to you.

Isn't that against
the Hippocratic oath,

when he's here already?

What are we to do now?

Send for her parents,
and quickly.

I'll write a letter and have
John deliver it tonight.

I hope Dr. Lewis
regrets his choice

when he realizes
what it will cost him.

John, take this
to Brooklyn right away

to Mr. and Mrs. Scott.

I'll find you a cab.

Mrs. Van Rhijn
must have known

the doctor wouldn't treat her.

She thinks rules
don't apply to her.

You can't ask people
to change their ways

at a moment's notice.

They should have sent
for her parents before now.

You married Father for love.

You chose your husband.
Why can't I?

Because I was
nothing special.

You're George Russell's
daughter.

You need someone
worthy of that.

I'm not like you, Mother.

I don't want to be
at the head of society.

But you already are.

And that is why you cannot
be ruled by infatuation.

What I feel for Billy
is real.

Billy will never achieve
anything of note,

and he will grow to resent you
for his own shortcomings.

He's from a good family.

Three years ago, you would have
begged to be invited

into their drawing room.

We've overtaken them now.

My sweet girl--

I'm not a girl, not anymore.

When will you see that?

You're a girl if I say.

And I pray that's why
you have no judgment.

Please God
you'll grow out of it.

Well, you have no values.

Will you grow out of that?

Why?

Do you think
I should stand aside

and watch you marry
some worthless nonentity?

Don't you know a bad marriage
is a prison?

I couldn't agree more.

Good night.

Gladys!