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It feels as if we've been
in this carriage for days.

Are we nearly there?

What do you mean?
We are there.

This is Sidmouth Castle?

This is the park
of the castle.

We've been crossing the estate
for the past half hour.

Who are these people?

They're my tenants
and farm workers,

welcoming home
their new duchess.

That's you.

Come on, Wilbur, now.

Come on.

You know what to do, Wilbur.

You know what to do.

Oh!

Go, Wilbur!

Show 'em what you've got.

Oh, that's your friend
on third base?

Technically,
he's my accountant

and also a friend.

Baseball is more intense
than I thought.

All these years,

your father's store has
sponsored this team,

but you've never come
to a game?

I suppose if I'd been a boy,
he would have brought me,

but I'm not.

No.

You are quite the lady.

- Come on.
- Go! Go!

- Go, go, go!
- Go, go, go!

Safe!

- Oh!
- Yes!

Whoo!

What a thrill.

My goodness.

I really just don't know
how I missed this.

Oh.

Miss Scott!

Mr. Fortune, what a surprise.

This is Dr. William Kirkland.

Mr. T. Thomas Fortune.

I'm glad to meet you.

I'm a subscriber
to "The Globe."

Thank you for reading.

Happy to support.

Are you a baseball
enthusiast now?

Hardly.

I was able to cajole her
into accompanying me.

Well, I enjoyed it
all the same.

Well, I'm glad
I ran into you.

I read the piece
from your novel.

It was so vivid.

I was truly impressed,
as I always am with you.

Thank you.

That means a lot.

Have you given up journalism?

I'm focused on my novel
right now.

Are you familiar with
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper?

Of course.

I admire her writing

and--and her work
to get women the vote.

Well, how would you like
to interview Mrs. Harper

about these suffrage meetings
she's holding?

Oh...

Thank you for thinking of me
for this, but I--

No one else will
do the story justice.

- Daddy, I'm tired.
- Oh!

OK. All right.
We can leave in a moment.

We don't want to keep you.

No, it's fine.

Um, Mrs. Harper is
based in Philadelphia.

I can send you all the details.

Are you still at 61st Street
or back in Brooklyn?

61st Street mostly.

All right. I must be off.

Nice to meet you.

Come on.

I thought I was just bringing
you to a baseball game,

not helping you get
your next writing assignment.

It sounds like
a wonderful opportunity.

It is. It is.

You don't seem convinced.

It's complicated
with Mr. Fortune.

Was he a difficult manager?

No, it's not that.

I just--I have my other
writing work to consider,

and I just have to find
a balance is all.

That's life's ultimate
conundrum, isn't it?

Mm, you're right.

How are we doing with
the Illinois Central line?

We've got 30%,
maybe a little more.

30%?
I need to control the line.

The Merrick family
won't sell,

nor will Risley Sage.

They both want
to govern Chicago.

As do I.

What about Morenci?

You must understand,
they only have those mines.

Once they're gone,
they will have nothing left.

And they don't believe us,
whatever we say.

I hired you to buy that land!

You've hired me
to give you wise counsel.

You may not like
what I'm telling you,

but if you want
to buy them out,

you need more money!

You don't care, do you?

If I'd asked the old Clay
to get me those mines,

he'd have trodden on his
mother's grave to do it.

All I'm saying is,

your financial position
is not good.

Why do you think
Morgan pulled out?

Are you finished?

Yes.

I agree.

You are finished with me.

Excuse me?

I don't need counsel
to tell me what's not possible.

I need someone to help me
achieve the impossible.

It's become very clear
you are not that person.

You have neither
the vision nor the courage

to continue working for me.

It isn't my fault
you can't face the truth.

You're overleveraged

and driving your company
off a cliff.

Wake up before it's too late.

You're fired, Clay.

The news of Mr. Borrowe
and Mrs. Drayton

has kept the honeymoon
out of the papers,

but they still print gossip
of Her Grace, and not just her.

They talk of me
and of Mr. Russell's business.

It must stop.

It must be upsetting, ma'am.

I'm not the mistress
of my own house anymore.

I feel there's a spy
around every corner.

You're sure
it's a member of staff?

Or as I would call them,
a traitor.

I'm enlisting the aid
of Mrs. Bruce and Mr. Borden

to help me find the culprit, madam.

Can they be trusted?

I hope so.

At this point,
everyone is suspect.

The public's always curious

about the lives
of the fortunate few.

Yes, but who's selling
the details?

In my experience, it's
always the most recent hire

who's the guilty one
when it comes to leaks.

That makes it hard
to narrow down.

We took on several footmen

with the duke's visit
and the wedding.

But it's someone
with a sharp ear.

Ooh, this latest story
about Mr. Russell buying

the Illinois Central line,
is that true?

I should get back.

Ah, I don't think
I've been much help,

but I'll give it thought.

If I have any ideas,
I'll tell you.

I'd appreciate it.

The truth is,
I'm at my wits' end.

And worse, so is the mistress.

Is there any news
from Gladys?

No, but no news
is good news, George.

She's settling
into her new life.

Don't worry.

I walked her down that aisle,

and she looked as if she were
headed for the guillotine.

If you want to help her,
help me find

whoever's leaking this nonsense
to the papers.

Bertha, 20 or 30 people work
in our house,

most of whom we don't know.

Of course there are leaks.

Of course they sell
secrets about us.

That is the way we live.

So what are you suggesting,

that I should be
the only woman on the street

cooking her own dinner?

I'm suggesting
we should try to avoid

having too many secrets.

Meanwhile, I need
your help with something,

or rather, someone.

Of course. Who?

You know him.
Alfred Merrick.

He's on the board of the Met.

His family owns shares
in the Illinois Central line,

which I need to buy,
but they won't sell.

What can I do?

Invite him to dinner.

Make a fuss of him.

Pull out all the stops.

And charm him
into compliance.

I've tried everything else.

I heard raised voices

coming from the library
earlier.

Is everything all right?

Nothing for you
to worry about.

Just set up that dinner.

It took nearly 10 years

to build Sidmouth Castle.

This gallery was remodeled
by the third duke

to make a bachelor corridor.

That's our mother.

She's very lovely.

It's a good likeness,

but I'm never sure
about wedding portraits.

My mother had
a portrait of me done

by Mr. Sargent.

It's in New York.

Best place for it.

What is that contraption?

Haven't you ever seen
a mouse trap before?

You have mice?

Everyone has mice.

Happily, we also have a cat.

You can't expect us
to be up to the minute.

We've lived here since 1612.

Oh, my.

I know you Americans
like to build

new houses for yourselves,

but we would rather
stay in one place.

The house has
quite a rich history.

While you were away,
I noticed how shabby

the morning room was looking.

I need some ideas.

Well--

I thought I might go
to Garretts for their advice.

Aren't they dead?

One cousin is dead,
but the other is working

and good with paneling,
or so I'm told.

By the way, the Mildmays
are dining here tomorrow,

- and the Colthursts.
- Who are they?

I've done the menus,
but do you still hate scallops?

- Bitterly.
- Never mind.

Wade will have some ideas.

Gladys, aren't you coming?

Is that for us?

I can take them.

I hope this job won't be
a burden to you

as you finish your novel.

Oh, I can manage, ma'am.

In fact, there doesn't seem
to be as much post

as there used to be.

Yes, I've fallen off
of many people's lists.

But you do have
a second letter here

from the New York
Heritage Society.

They want money.

They're inviting you
to be a founding member.

That's code
for a lot of money.

They're impressed with
the family's long association

with New York.

First, they flatter you.

Then the request comes in,
and it's always for money.

This arrived as I came in.

Did I read that return
correctly?

Is it from Mr. Fortune?

I've agreed to write
an article for him

on Frances Watkins Harper.

Oh, but I know of her.

That's wonderful.

Is that a train ticket?

She's in Philadelphia.

I leave on Thursday
to interview her.

I don't understand.
Is that wise?

Why would it be unwise?

Well, because--

Miss Brook has
the same concerns as you,

my heavy workload.

But this is a real opportunity.

But of course you must go.

Will you be traveling alone?

I know Philadelphia
quite well.

Might Dr. Kirkland
keep you company?

Why would she need a doctor?

She's made a full recovery.

I was just being silly.

I didn't think
an encounter with a footman

would bring me a fortune.

He won't be a footman
for long.

I should say not.

Now will you tell me
why you've asked me in here?

I want you to go to Morenci.

Clay failed to make the deal.

Now he's gone, and I want you
to take his place.

- You fired Clay?
- I have.

And I need this settled
right away,

but I can't leave New York.

My investors are skittish.
I must hold their hands.

Well, I don't blame them,

with the markets in chaos
and the run on the banks--

Yes, yes,

but I'm counting on you.

I need this land
for the railway expansion.

What's in it for me?

What?

I'm not sure
I want us to work together.

So before I give an answer,

I'd like to know how it could
be of advantage to me.

What is it?

I'm always a bit shocked
when I see myself in you.

You'll have everything I own
in the end.

So if this is a success,
it will eventually be yours.

Why did Clay fail?

He said he needed more money.

Which you weren't
willing to give him?

No, but I also feel

he's squandered
what I did give.

What about the mines?

- That is not my focus.
- Why not?

Because there's no money
to be made in them.

If I'm to do this,

I have to make sure
it's worth my while.

Perhaps I'll invest
my own money.

Still, I'm not making
any promises.

I admire how you negotiate.

I'll need the information
on the mines.

I'll get you
the metallurgy report.

And I can't leave
for a few days.

You're leaving tomorrow.

I have plans.

What is more important
than this?

I'm going to ask
Marian Brook to marry me.

I think she'll accept,

but I wanted to wait
until after Gladys's wedding.

I was going to tell
both of you,

but I'm not sure
how I'll manage that

if I'm going to be in Morenci
for a month.

Congratulations.

You've chosen well.

I'm pleased.

Good.

I'm not sure Mother will be
so open-hearted.

Leave your mother to me.

We'll announce it
when you're back.

She'll be used to the idea
by then.

Now go and get ready.

You'll leave first thing.

Do you like it?

Very much.

I hope
your first dinner party

is a success, Your Grace.

I do too.

Thank you for your help.

It's my job.

But having you here, while
I'm so far away from home,

is really comforting.

I suppose getting used to
all this will take time.

I'm glad
if I've been helpful.

The real problem is
Lady Sarah.

I agree, Your Grace,
if I may.

There are so many rules.

I'm keen to learn them.

Being lady's maid to a duchess

is not something
I could ever have imagined.

Nor could I have imagined
myself in this role.

That is wonderful news.

Congratulations.

Well, I have you to thank
for Jack.

I simply made an introduction.

John created the clock,
and the two of you sold it.

That's a true partnership.

Don't diminish your role.

What will it mean for you both?

It means Jack won't be
your footman for much longer.

I would think not.

Lord knows what Aunt Agnes
will make of it all.

Come with me.

I'd like to show you something.

What is this?

Oh.

Ah.

As for me, I'm hoping
it will make me a married man.

What?

We said we'd wait until
after my sister's wedding.

We did.

You know that I love you,

and I intend to spend
every day of my life

making you happy.

Are you serious?

Marian Brook,

will you marry me?

Oh.

Yes. Yes!

What is it?

I don't know how Aunt Agnes
is going to receive the news.

Let me handle your aunts.

We wanted to speak
to you both together.

That sounds serious.

Serious or ominous.

Uh...

It's good news.

- Is it?
- Yes.

We want to ask
for your permission,

or your blessing, really.

We plan to marry.

Oh!

Oh, congratulations!

Oh, we couldn't be happier.

- Could we, Agnes?
- Not possibly.

Oh, it's wonderful news!

Oh.

And this coming on top
of the news of the clock.

Yes.

Oh, what news
about the clock?

Jack didn't tell you?

We sold our clock
for a large sum of money.

A fortune.

Our Jack is now
a man of means.

Wh--what sort of means?

He'll be quite rich,
Aunt Agnes.

Oh, which is lovely.

Isn't it, Agnes?

Lovely.

But we must go now.

We're telling my parents,

and then I'm meeting
some friends for dinner.

To celebrate your engagement?

Not quite.

My roommate from Harvard
is getting married,

and a few of us are going
to Delmonico's.

Tonight?

Yes.
I promised a few weeks ago.

I would invite you,
but it's only men.

Well, that sounds fun.

But I'll miss you.

And you're leaving
for Arizona in the morning.

Oh, why Arizona?

Oh, my father's business.

What a pity to have to go
so soon after you're engaged.

Well, it's only a month,

and then my life
will really begin.

Meanwhile,
I'll be back for dinner.

Congratulations again.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

Oh.

- Shall we?
- Yes, Mr. Russell.

After you.

Well, I wonder how many more
bolts from the blue

I will have to endure
before bedtime.

You knew she was fond of him.

Well, I did, anyway.

When I asked her
if she was interested in him,

she dismissed me.

It seems when I ask someone
a direct question

in my own home, I get lied to.

You're blowing this
out of proportion.

Besides, Larry is nice, Agnes.

You know he is.

All I know is,
that woman will claim kinship.

Just see if she doesn't.

We'll have to manage it,
I suppose.

I am being asked
to manage too much

regarding the Russells.

Not only is he
marrying our niece,

but he's made our footman rich,

which is upsetting
to everyone in this household.

Not the footman.

Absolutely marvelous.

May I present my wife,
the Duchess of Buckingham?

How do you do, Duchess?
And welcome to England.

Did you have a good journey?

To be honest,
I slept most of the way.

A moment.

What is that in your hair?

Why?

My maid suggested them,
and I liked the idea.

You don't seem to understand.

This isn't New York.

You're right.
I don't understand.

If I can wear a tiara,
so can you.

I'm afraid your maid
is not up to the task

if she thought diamond stars
were appropriate.

I like them.
I think they're pretty.

Really, Hector,
this is way over your head.

Dinner is served.

Please.

Who did the placement?

Me.

You don't know who anyone is.

I changed it a little.

I see.

I have been demoted.

Well, she's my wife.

What a treat.

May I offer
my congratulations

on your business success,
Mr. Trotter?

Why?

Is there news of the clock?

Mrs. Forte mentioned it.

Should I not have said
anything?

They were bound
to have find out.

Find out what?

We sold the clock.

You can't be serious.

You amaze me.

How much did you get?

They'll be wanting their tea.

I'll take it up.

Really?

But why was he asking
for his coat?

It's because he confused
the valet with the rector.

Do you see?

Oh, Hector, don't be unkind.

You can't expect Gladys
to develop

an English sense of humor
overnight.

Are you staying
for some port?

Congratulations.

I wish you all the happiness
in the world.

Thank you, Mr. Russell.

What is taking Mother
so long?

We really should have waited
before we started celebrating.

I waited plenty
for her and Gladys

to settle the details.

This time, I mean to have
more of a hand in it.

Mr. Alfred Merrick.

Well, you are quite a sight.

That's a compliment, I hope.

I apologize for being late.

Nonsense.

I'm just coming down now.

Shall we join the others?

Look who I found in the hall.

Mr. Merrick.

Good of you to join us.

You know our son, Larry.

And this is our neighbor,
Miss Marian Brook.

She is more than
our neighbor now.

- What?
- We're getting married.

I told Father earlier.

We should have waited,
but Father insisted

on breaking out the champagne.

Another wedding.

What a joyous time
for the Russell family.

What do your aunts
make of the news?

They're pleased.

I'm sure.

Why wouldn't they be?

We'll wait
for the formal announcement.

Oh, yes.
There's no hurry.

I think it must be after
I get back from Morenci.

And why is this
news to me as well?

Because it's all
just happened today.

But Father needs me in Arizona,

so I'm catching a train
in the morning.

I leave the house
for one charity meeting,

and it seems as if
your entire future

is decided in my absence.

Well, here's to your future.

To you both.

Hear, hear.

You must see it.

The Vatican?

Yes, and don't miss
the Raphael Rooms.

Everyone talks
of the Sistine Chapel,

but Raphael's choice
of vibrant colors haunts you,

like one
of Mrs. Russell's gowns.

I should like to visit Italy.

Speaking of which,
the choice to do a season

of Italian opera seems
to have been a success.

"Norma" was
a stunning production.

George was away for it.

That's right, I remember
you were there without him.

I couldn't miss it.

Many women will not go out
to an event like that

without a husband.

Well, there aren't
many women like my wife.

She is one of a kind.

- Have you ever been married?
- No.

I was engaged once,

but it was called off,
and not by me.

How sad.

What a silly girl.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.
It was years ago.

Count yourself lucky.

If she didn't appreciate you,
then she didn't deserve you.

I'm not sure
that's quite fair,

but thank you
for lifting my spirits.

I meant what I said.

Tell me about your daughter,
the duchess,

at her castle in England.

I suppose she's written
about it in the columns,

but I never read them.

Thank you.
She's doing well.

Well, we hope
she's doing well.

We haven't heard much from her.

It must be
interesting for her,

whatever else
it turns out to be.

Bertha has lofty goals
for our children.

I'd say we both do.

This is a house
of high ambition.

Your wife wanted an opera box.

Now we have a new opera house,

and the Academy of Music
is dust.

That was not my intention.

But that was the result.

I must agree with you,
Mr. Merrick.

The Russells do not stop
until we get what we want.

I'll leave you to your port.

I'm no match for you.

Ha.

My brother taught me to play
when I was quite young.

I have many years of practice.

Is this the brother
at the helm

of the Illinois Central line?

Yes, Edgar.

Have you met?

No, but I've done
my research.

Your family takes pride
in the railway.

We do.

And yet,

you keep selling shares
to Risley Sage.

We haven't sold a share
in years.

It's true, Edgar made decisions
back then that let in Sage,

but that won't happen again.

The Illinois Central
goes through Chicago,

and there's no better way
to connect the coasts.

Chicago is the key.

That's why Risley Sage
wants to control it.

With him,
it's a daily struggle.

The instability
in the markets

has made your company
vulnerable,

but I can change that.

If you sell to me,
I'll transform it,

make it fit for the future.

Sage would bleed the line
of every cent

and then sell it off piecemeal
to the highest bidders.

And you won't do the same.

If you sell to me,

I'll make sure the Merricks
still have a voice

in the most important railroad
in the country.

Your speech broke
my concentration.

I'm happy if it makes you
take my offer seriously.

The reason it's in Chicago

is that was the center
of my grandmother's world.

Selling it would be
like getting rid of her.

If you allow me a majority,

you'll still have
a great many shares.

And I'll always recognize that.

I don't know you,
Mr. Russell.

I know your wife,
and I like her.

But you didn't become this rich

by making
heartwarming promises.

Or if you did,
I doubt you kept them.

It's true that
none of my competitors

would promise what I have.

Thank you, Mr. Russell,
but we are a proud family,

and Edgar has a plan in place

that will keep him
as head of the company

for years to come.

So I don't think there's
any offer you could make

that would entice us to sell.

Now I'll say good night.

Well, I'm disappointed.

Where'd you meet
your husband?

At my first job in New York,
I was a housemaid.

He looked after the accounts
for the kitchens.

So he was a hard worker.

A hard worker.

Funny.

Rather good-looking.

And I was young.

Were you happy?

I think so.

We wanted children,

but some things aren't
meant to be.

Was that what caused
his melancholia?

I used to think so,

but now I'm not so sure.

You still love him?

That's such a hard question.

I withdraw it.

No, don't.

Uh--mm.

I still love
the man he used to be.

But whether he loves me...

Well,

I love you.

I mean it.

And I'm grateful.

I mean that too.

I think Miss Marian would
want us at the wedding.

Are you sure?

When Mrs. Van Rhijn
is opposed to it?

She may be,
but she will attend.

In protest.

What does that mean?

It means she'll wear
a frown and a dark dress,

but we'll be invited,
and so will Jack,

since Mr. Larry is
his business partner.

There will not be
a servant at their wedding.

Mrs. Russell won't allow it.

No, when Jack is
probably richer

than most of the other guests?

What do you mean?

Yes.
How can John be that rich?

It's not for me to say.

Oh, come on, Mrs. Bauer.

Don't tease us like this.

How much was John paid
for the clock?

$300,000.

Oh!

Jack, what are you
waiting here for?

Come on.

Welcome to the Haymarket.

What is this place?

It's anything
you want it to be.

Women, drinking,
entertainment--

men, if you fancy.

You want gambling?
There you have it.

Red 29!

Listen, Larry, I'm not sure
what to make of all this.

It's not complicated.

Enjoy it.
You have money now.

You can afford
a more interesting life.

Make sure that you do.

There's my friend at the bar.

Larry, there you are.

Here, right this way.

Two more for my friends, please.

Have a seat.

This is my partner,
Jack Trotter.

We heard about the clock.

Well, I do hope you'll have
a good evening, Trotter.

I know I'll have an evening
I won't soon forget.

Well, you certainly picked
the right place to celebrate.

Enjoy yourself, Simon.

This may be your last night
at the Haymarket.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Ann is a very reasonable woman.

No woman is reasonable
about a club like this.

No wife, anyway.

Do you want
to buy me a drink?

I'm sorry, no.

Don't apologize.

What about you?

I wouldn't mind
discussing it.

Larry, has one of them
got your attention?

I won't be a minute.

Excuse me,

but are you Maud Beaton?

Who's she?

You needn't admit it,
of course.

Why should I,
when my name's Dolly Trent?

Enough.

What happened tonight?

I could ask
the same question.

- Thank you, Andre.
- Yes, Madam.

Are you ready for Newport?

I am, Madam.

Marian Brook is not
the kind of girl

I have in mind for Larry.

Keep out of it, Bertha.

I won't let you do to Larry
what you did to Gladys.

I learned he is to marry
without my consent.

He is of age
and does not require

your consent or your approval.

I approve, and I am still
the head of this house,

though your behavior tonight
has made me think.

What do you mean?

I felt like a cuckold
at my own dinner table.

You were the one
who begged me to charm him.

You didn't need to be
as charming as that.

Should I have sulked
in silence?

Well, they won't sell anyway,
so it was all a waste of time.

I--I'm sorry,
but I did what you asked.

Really?

Because I've never seen you
behave like that with anyone.

You cannot be angry with me

if you were unable to close
a business deal.

I am not at fault.

Of course not, Bertha.

You are as pristine
as a Raphael fresco.

Might you have done something
to offend Lady Sarah?

Not that I can think of,

though she seems
to offend easily.

That's true enough.

Mr. Fox told me
there'd be a ticket

for my passage back to America,

but can she fire me
if I work for you?

Let me see what I can do.

How can you dismiss my maid
for no reason?

I had my reasons,

and she was never meant
to be permanent.

Maybe, but she was to stay
to train her replacement.

I'm afraid she's not equipped
to train a new maid.

Not for life at Sidmouth,
at any rate.

In your opinion.

Yes, in my opinion.

Your opinion is not
the only one to be considered.

Surely even you concede that
I know a little more about

how things are managed
in England.

Why couldn't she
keep her maid?

Hector, I am trying to turn
her into an English duchess.

It's hard work,
and she's unpromising material,

but I am doing my best.

It was you who told me
I must save the family

with a Yankee heiress.

I suppose it never
occurred to me

that you'd have to
bring her home.

This is to be sent
to New York immediately.

Tell no one.

Yes, Your Grace.

Thank you, Bertha.

Larry,

the metallurgist report
you asked for.

There's not much here.

Because the mines
are worthless.

Focus on getting the land.

I'll do my best.

I need you
to do better than that.

Ah.

Let me say my goodbyes,
and then I'll be on my way.

You're leaving now?

I'll be back
as soon as I can.

I'll miss you every day.

I'll miss you every moment.

No, no.

Don't mind me.

I should be on my way too.

Oscar.

I'm glad I caught you.

You ought to know,

I saw Maud Beaton last night.

Maud Beaton?

Are you certain?

She was working
at the Haymarket.

What do you mean?
What sort of work?

Uh, what sort of work
do women generally undertake

in those kinds
of establishments?

I've got to go.

And don't worry, I've told you,
but I won't tell anyone else.

Thank you.

Oh, I've dropped my shawl.

- I'll get it.
- Thank you.

The Stonington line
to Providence--

Miss Scott.

In 10 minutes.

Mr. Fortune, what are--
what are you doing here?

Mr. Kirkland.

Dr. Kirkland.
What's this?

I'm joining Miss Scott
for our interview.

That's not
what your letter said.

Well, I had
a change of heart.

I cabled Mrs. Harper,
so it's all set.

But you've given
this assignment to Miss Scott.

She's capable.

Why do you need
to be there at all?

Why don't you write
your questions down,

and I'll ask him for you?

There is no time for that.
We'll miss our train.

There's no we.

I will do this alone
or not at all.

I don't understand
what the problem is.

She just told you.

Let's not make a scene.

Fortune, you should leave.

I don't like your tone.

That's too bad,
because I was being polite.

Hey, stop this!

No need for this.

Mr. Fortune,
I will write the piece alone,

or I can go home now.

I see.

Have a good trip.

I look forward
to reading your article.

All aboard!
All aboard!

I understand why you said

things with Mr. Fortune
were complicated.

There's more to tell you.

I'll be here
when you get back.

Thank you.

I told you not
to find shares elsewhere.

In the end,
Risley Sage is a businessman.

Risley Sage is
a horrible human being.

I only meant that
if Mr. Merrick won't sell,

then surely Mr. Sage--

We'd overpay
by a factor of 10,

and we don't have
that kind of money.

Go and find something else.

Who was that?

Brinkley.

He's replaced Clay.

Where's Mr. Clay?

I fired him.

What? Why?

He couldn't close
on the Morenci deal

or the Illinois Central line.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't tell you everything.

I wish you would.

But what is going on
with your business?

There's a recession
and some panic in the market.

I'm aware of that.
Will it affect you?

Can you find
the money you need?

Had your friend
Mr. Merrick taken my offer,

we'd be in a better position.

How bad a position are we in?

I don't have time for this.

Just tell me how I can help.

Find out how our daughter
is really doing in England.

Gladys is fine, and I'm
leaving for Newport tomorrow.

There's a charity luncheon--

I don't need the details
of your social calendar.

I only mean
that I'll be away.

And with Larry gone,
you'll be on your own.

Good.

George, what is happening?

Everything's at stake.

I've no time to soothe
your guilt or calm your fears.

I must get back to work.

Do you ever think
of Maud Beaton?

Certainly not,
and nor should you.

Only my neighbor,
Larry Russell,

came across her not long ago.

I suppose she's living it up,
spending your mother's money.

She's working
at the Haymarket,

so I don't suppose
she's exactly living it up.

Goodness.

That's not what
I expected at all.

Will you go and see her there?

I'm not sure.

- Maybe.
- For what purpose?

It can't be revenge.

If she's at the Haymarket,

justice has already
been served.

Oh, I'd still like answers.

She left me penniless.

- Yes, but--
- There's a but?

The deception was mutual.

She may have stolen your money,
but if you had married her,

you would have stolen
her entire life.

Neither of you
was being honest.

It's easier not
to think of it that way.

She got her just deserts,

and now,
thanks to your hard work,

so have you.

Mrs. Forte, please,
come upstairs.

Thank you.

The spirits told me
I would see you again.

Oh, I've brought his watch.

All in good time.

Oh.

We will begin
with Mrs. Forte, please.

Lay your hands
flat on the table.

Yes.

Mm.

I'm glad you did not give up.

Your husband has
a message for you.

He does?

He wants you to know
he loved you

more than he loved anyone else.

He did?

And he knows
how much you loved him.

- Let me see the watch.
- Oh, yes.

Here it is.

Your marriage wasn't long.

No.

Sadly, it wasn't.

And your husband?

He died quickly.

Yes.

Mr. Forte wants you to know

that he wants you to have peace
while on this Earth,

and know that you will
be reunited again.

He told you all of this?

Yes.

He is here.

He is?

May I speak to him?

Go ahead.

Darling,

I miss you so.

Some mornings,
I still reach out,

hoping to find you next to me.

I'm so utterly lost
without you.

It pains Mr. Forte
to hear you say that,

but he is very proud of the way

you have conducted yourself
since he's been gone.

Oh! He is?

He loves your pure heart,
and he prays for your happiness

while you are still
in this world.

Thank you.

How was your
temperance meeting?

Good.

Rewarding, really.

You sound quite perky.

I'm glad.

I've been thinking--

I might start wearing
a little more color.

I only mean half mourning--

lilac, violet--

but it's less sad than black.

It certainly is.

You rang, ma'am?

Yes, Bannister.

Mrs. Forte and I feel
we have a right to know

how much money
our footman will make

from his clock endeavor.

Do not include me in this.

Will you find out?

Yes, ma'am.

Agnes, that was
too intrusive a question.

Not with John
living under my roof.

I--

I know you have
the money now,

but this was my house for much
longer than it's been yours.

Oh.

Oh, it's beautiful.

He chose it himself.

Oh, my lord.

- Is it public yet?
- Not quite.

Larry went to Arizona
on business for his father.

He wants it announced
as soon as he returns.

Oh, well done.

You're the first person
who's been able to cheer me up.

I'm happy to see you smile.

I haven't done it in so long.
It feels strange.

I'm thrilled at your news
and so pleased you could come.

At least I'll have
one friend to talk to

at Mrs. Fish's party.

So Newport is as hard on
divorcees as everywhere else?

The locals are kinder,

but this is the season's
first big event

with summer people
from New York.

They say that
Mrs. Astor's coming,

but I don't think she can be.

Mrs. Fish wouldn't have
asked me if she were.

How is Mrs. Astor with you?

I haven't seen her
since the news broke.

I've been here.

But she has troubles
of her own.

You heard
her daughter's husband

challenged her lover to a duel.

I've read all about it
in the papers.

I confess, I don't often
feel sorry for Mrs. Astor.

Well, at least it should
make her kinder towards you.

I'm not sure.

Lina Astor has her own ways
of seeing things.

So will you live here
in Newport now?

Maybe.

The lawyers say
I'll get the houses

when it all goes through.

How have they managed that?

Charles is the adulterer,
so the court favors me.

I get the houses.

But of course,
he gets our friends

and the life we lived together.

As soon as I think

I have no more tears to shed,
they come.

Anyway, enough of all that.

Let's talk of happier things.

All right, but we should
do it in the carriage,

or we'll be late to Mrs. Fish.

Oh, yes.

Mrs. Astor, can we expect
your daughter, Mrs. Drayton,

to join us?

Uh, no. I'm sorry.

She won't be coming.

That's too bad.

- Why is that?
- I wanted to thank her.

She spoke to Gladys
about life in Europe.

Her advice was very helpful.

I sometimes wish Charlotte
would go back to Europe

and make a life there.

That might help us all.

Miss Marian Brook
and Mrs. Fane.

Miss Brook.

Mrs. Fane,
I wasn't sure you'd come.

I accepted the invitation.

Well, you might not
want to stay.

If you'll excuse me,
Miss Brook.

Mrs. Astor is here.

I wasn't sure she was going
to make it from New York

when I asked her.

Oh, how could this happen?

She's not very good at it.

Aurora, you look well.

Thank you for saying that.

I feel like a pariah.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

I suspect
Mrs. Astor may use you

as a distraction
from the gossip

about her daughter's
marital woes.

I sympathize with them both.

We're all so quick to see
the mote in someone else's eye

and forget the plank
in our own.

Bless you.

I wish I could do more.

You've done so much already.

Luncheon is served.

Shall we?

I'm sure.

You must understand.

Mrs. Fane, I apologize.

This is all very difficult,

and I'm not quite certain
what I should do.

Then I'll tell you.

You should show Mrs. Fane
to her seat.

Please don't put me
on the spot.

I'll leave.

I don't want to be
the source of any trouble.

Then I'll leave with you.

But you can't!

You're our main patron.

If you go,
they'll run for the doors.

You should have
thought of that.

No, Bertha.

I don't want to ruin
the party for anyone.

How will that help?
I'll go.

I can take Aurora home.

That's so good of you,
Miss Brook.

Very well.
If you're sure.

Yes.

Come.

I was invited to this
when I was Mrs. Charles Fane.

Now I'm no one.

Oh, Aurora.

Another lovely gathering,
Mamie.

I'm grateful to have
this moment alone,

though you may not be pleased
with what I have to say.

That sounds worrying.

You're digging your own grave

if you think you can bury
Aurora Fane

when Charlotte is headed
for the divorce courts.

Oh, Charlotte.

Charlotte was always
an unruly child,

but I thought
she would grow out of it.

We even let her choose
her own husband.

But unfortunately,
marriage didn't steady her.

Now her failings have become
fodder for the gossip mills.

If you know that,
then why are you

- stalking Mrs. Fane?
- Stalking?

Charlotte is not
getting a divorce.

Mrs. Fane is.

Even if Charlotte were
to reconcile with Mr. Drayton,

now that he has challenged
her lover to a duel,

they have opened
a Pandora's box.

Mamie,

you must understand.

I cannot weaken on this matter.

Well, then, you have
one question to answer.

And what is that?

Are you willing to exile
your own daughter from society?

If not, you cannot exile
Mrs. Fane.

You have a difficult choice
to make, Lina.

I do not envy you.

How was Newport, ma'am?

I hope you had
an enjoyable stay.

It was interesting.

Any news of our spying traitor?

Not yet, ma'am.

I was right.

Gladys is miserable.

I should never have allowed you
to bully her like that.

- What are you talking about?
- Read it.

What's your great plan now,
Bertha?

This can be fixed,
and I'll see to it.

I'll go to England.

I don't know if I'm angrier
at you or myself.

You made me weak,

and I find that
hard to forgive.

Someone said
the "Gallia" sets sail

the day after tomorrow.

What will you say to her
when you get there?

You can't make her love him.

I can fix this, believe me.

That's the problem.

I don't think I do
believe you anymore.

I can solve this
sooner than you think.

I'll be there before Larry
even sets foot in Morenci.

I'll make everything right.

Do what you want.

Don't expect me to be here
when you get back.