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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.

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 is selling briskly.

Are you in it?

Once again, I've been told there are anecdotes that might refer to us.

He must be making a fortune.

Well, he won't spend it on me.

I have 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 ex-communicated?

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.

Madam, your carriage is waiting.

And I will be right up, thank you.

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 catalogue,

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.

Ah, 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? - Hm.

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. But then I'm going back to the club.

Can you really not forgive me? I've 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 rumours 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 poor house?

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.

The colour suits you.

It reminds me of your dress at the opera.

You remember that?

Yes.

Are you alright?

Your father's sent a telegram.

What does he say?

His payment will be delayed this month.

Oh?

He also warns 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 5th 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?

Whomever she's talking to, it must be stopped.

And- 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. - Alright.

- What a shame. - Mm-hmm.

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's obituary.

I thought you'd like to read it.

Oh, 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.

Mm.

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- 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- 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.

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 the transfer of ownership, which my attorney has drawn up.

But I, um- 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.

Oh, 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- I'm perfectly fine.

In fact, my friend, John Adams, by dying, has made me a home-owner.

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 broken-hearted.

Marian is right.

Oscar is simply mourning the loss of his saviour, 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 apologise 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?

Is she here?

We are 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.

- I've lost track of her. - Andre? - Yes,

did she leave through the servant's entrance?

I didn't see her. Could she have gone through the front door?

Oh, 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, Sarah.

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 honour.

Here we go.

That is quite a relief.

Indeed.

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 cancelling 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 it 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?

Cancelling 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 parlour maid to read and scoff at?

- Why not? They are my invention. - Hm.

The Four Hundred who fit into your ballroom.

They're not your Four Hundred. They're my Four Hundred.

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 just- - 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're- - 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 dollars? 15?

40 dollars each time if they are printed.

40 dollars?

You've made fools of us all, and for what? 40 dollars?

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's 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.

Uh, 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 realise 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.

- 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've 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 alright, dear.

It's alright.

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 is 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're 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 is 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 offence 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?

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-

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 'cause a week ago I was part of one.

- I don't follow? - Can we look around a bit, please?

- Yes, of course. - Thank you.

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.

Aw, my cousin Athena's already invited us.

Might it be alright 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, uh,

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.

Uh, uh, 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 J.P. Morgan

about the mines and railway. - Alright.

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 ought 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 twenty percent more than we expected.

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

And this is the grade for the smallest one.

It's even better than we thought.

The more efficient we are, the more-

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 honour 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.

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.

- Mm-hmm. - 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.

Oh 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. - Hmm.

But I do know that later houses were built on what is now called

the Manor. - Your lineage is noteworthy.

Oh, you're very kind.

Uh, the Society's 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.

Ms Wills, Ms Grant, how nice to see you both.

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, that should help with the pain.

- Thank you kindly. - Good afternoon, Mr Jones.

Mother? What are you doing here?

I have some alarming news.

- Is Father alright? - 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 alright?

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.

Alright, alright.

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'll 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's 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.