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Who the devil do you
think you are?

- I am Strange.
- Indeed.

Artillery!

- Lady Pole is there.
- Mmm-hmm.

She doesn't see.

Why in the world

would you be sad for her?

Because she is
beset by such horrors.

Lady Pole! Madam,
please will you help me?

I am home.

I beg you, I beg you!

Just stop trying
to persuade Mrs. Strange

or anyone else to understand
your predicament.

She was not mad
before the magic.

She was dead, madam.

Madam! Madam!

Mr. Norrell!

Let me go! Let me go!

Norrell! Norrell!

I'll have her hanged!
I shall have you hanged.

I'll kill you!

No! No!

Let me go. No! No!

Quick!

No!

No! Oh, no!

Never have I been done
such grave injury.

What would this do
to English magic?

- Uh--
- My reputation has been ruined

and my servant
has been shot, sir.

Allow me
to take her away. Please.

Everyone will ask
why she did this.

But nobody knows
who shot at you.

We may put it about
that it was a French spy.

Lady Pole may be
put in an asylum.

The whole business
will be put behind us.

No breath of scandal
will attach to you.

Sir.

No!

All magicians lie.

That one more than most.
Oh, yes.

Why were you performing
Belasis's Scopus?

How long have I slept?

And where did you learn
such a thing?

How can I do my work
when I'm constantly

betrayed in this manner?

You taught me yourself.

In case I should come
across anyone

who said they were a magician.

- You were afraid--
- That does not explain

why you were performing it
in the square.

Because there was...
there was magic everywhere.

- No.
- Who was that woman?

- Which woman?
- The one who shot me.

That was
Sir Walter Pole's wife.

What? No.

No, she was a magician.

There was power.
What was that magic?

It was mine.
It was the magic I did

to bring her back
from the dead.

That was not
your kind of magic.

Who else's should it be?

I confess, there may have
been some irregularities

that have caused her
to take an odd turn.

Perhaps you were drunk.

Have you ever known me
to be drunk

in the performance
of my duties?

Mr. Norrell, that place
just breathed magic.

And she was
at the heart of it.

- Where was it?
- It was no place.

Depend upon it.
There was no such place.

The matter is closed,
Childermass.

It is the last
I will hear of it.

What happened to her?

She returned with Sir Walter.

We agreed
to say nothing further.

He wishes
to send her to Bedlam.

But Bedlam is a little...

People may pay half a crown

to go to look
at the lunatics there.

People will go to stare.
And people will wonder.

All right.

I've been in the most
desperate need of you,

but you've been useless.

You've been asleep for days.

Forgive me.

I am awake now.

You may allow me
to take care of Lady Pole.

I'll make certain of her.

And what about
your brown jacket?

That's very sober-looking.

I've been getting
myself dressed since I was--

Yes, yes, yes.
But you're married now.

This really
is a bothersome thing.

It's a splendid thing.
I'm very proud of you.

Look, let me help.

Hmm.

I hope you do not find
home dull, Jonathan.

The gentleman
at Sir Walter's house

said that once
you'd tasted war

you were sure to be
bored at home.

- Bored?
- Hmm.

How could one be bored?

With everything clean,
and just so.

And all one's books
so close to hand.

And one's wife,
just there whenever one...

Thank you, Mary.

Besides, one can hardly
be bored with people

shooting at magicians
every hour of the day.

Hope they catch
the French swine.

Mmm.

Do you have
to go back to Norrell?

I'm in the middle
of my apprenticeship, Bell.

I need Norrell.

I need to study with him

and address certain questions
which I require an answer to.

That is all.

I need be no more close
to him than that.

Besides,
I was in the Peninsula.

I think
I can look after myself.

Hmm.

Hmm.

You're very handsome,
Mr. Strange.

Although your hair
does have more grey in it

than it did before the war.

I think you are
very beautiful, Mrs. Strange.

I'm terribly sorry.
Uh, my carriage was caught

behind a man driving cows
in Eton Wick.

As I said, I fail to see
what good we are to do.

Magic cannot cure madness.

Well, it does no harm to try.

At the very least,

the Prince will give us
his Royal Warrant.

Then we may say we do magic
by Royal Appointment.

And that is very respectable.

His Majesty, the King.

I am Gilbert...

I am Gilbert Norrell,
Your Majesty,

of Hurtfew Abbey, Yorkshire,

the restorer of English magic

and the greatest magician
of the age.

And I'm Your Majesty's
servant, Jonathan Strange,

of Ashfair in Shropshire.

Magician-in-Ordinary to
the army during the late war.

It is the hope
of Your Majesty's children

that our magic may afford
you some relief from your...

Illness.

Ah, thank you.

I seem to be very clumsy
this morning.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you know a lady
called Miss Grey?

No, ma'am.

Mr. Strange has never
mentioned a Miss Grey to you?

No, ma'am.

You've been walking out
with Davey,

have you not?
Mr. Norrell's man?

- Oh.
- I do not mean to pry.

He is very dashing.

He has such
a thick Yorkshire voice,

you can picture him
going about the moors

in a most romantic fashion.

Has he mentioned the shooting?

Oh. Only that it was
a French spy.

Do people know
who it really was?

Davey has not put it about.

He knew it was a secret.

It's that Mr. Drawlight who,

begging your pardon,
cannot keep a still tongue.

She is to be
put away somewhere.

They do not know where.

Thank you, Mary.

I hate to say it, Mr. Strange,

but it was exactly
as I had imagined.

There are still
so many misconceptions

about the kinds
of magic that we do.

Only the other day,
I heard Lord Castlereagh

remark that you had,
at Wellington's insistence,

employed black magic in Spain.

Why, I corrected him
of course.

I told him that
we only do modern magic

for the modern age.

Mr. Strange?

I've seen statues of him
in the North.

And engravings in books.

I never saw a painting before.

- Hmm?
- The Raven King.

That gentleman there
with the silvery hair,

that would seem to be one
of his fairy servants.

Yes.

Yes, and there is a unicorn
and a manticore

and other similarly
ridiculous creatures.

This is a picture
of everything

that has disgraced
and crippled

English magic for
the last 300 years.

What magic did you attempt?

Oh, all of Norrell's
old favorites.

They did not work.

I do not consider that he much
wanted them to work.

Mmm.

I was at Lady Westby's house
yesterday afternoon.

I met a young lady there
who seems to be

under the impression
that you're teaching her.

Stylish girl.
Not handsome, but very rich.

Apparently wild for magic.

Miss Grey.

She has a room
decorated with your pictures.

She told me that she's
paid you 400 guineas

to be your...
to be your pupil.

Well...

I think I might forget
a young lady,

but I do not think
I could forget 400 guineas.

Then why has she said it?

To make me jealous? I...

What am I to say to her?

Tell her I did not receive
the 400 guineas.

Bell, you know
I do not take pupils.

Norrell would have
a blue fit for one thing.

I do not understand.

I do not understand
why people must...

One does one's best,
and then all of a sudden,

you're in the middle of a...

Do you know who shot Norrell?

- Yes.
- Well then let us not pretend

about it anymore.

I hope
you do not make yourself

uneasy about Lady Pole.

Please do not give
yourself any blame.

I feel I was stupid, Jonathan.

I'm not even entirely sure
that I considered

that she was in fact mad.

Will you go back to the King?

Norrell will not.

Perhaps I might go back.

Perhaps I might find a path
where Norrell cannot.

Please do not do it
because you think

you might be able to find
a way to help my friend.

Very kind of you,
but please do not do it.

Well--

I'm finished with it,
Jonathan.

It's too painful
to think about.

Of course, Mr. Strange,
my book naturally gravitates

towards Mr. Norrell's
many achievements.

Chapter two concerns
the wonderful events at York,

the talking statues--

It is a good opportunity
to dispel forever

the rumor that I use magic
to do laundry.

It is a very fine book, Henry.

Lord, I've enjoyed reading it.

Forgive me, gentlemen,
I have an appointment.

Then, of course,
the rain ships at Brest,

- the sea-beacons--
- Oh, are they finished?

For the purposes of the book.

There are then 15 chapters

dealing
with the pernicious nature

of the magic of the past.

The remaining two detail
our hopes and suggestions

for what modern magic
might achieve.

Hmm.

Oh, Mr. Murray has given me
a few more days

to come up
with a final chapter

on Mr. Norrell's greatest

and most
prestigious challenge,

his attendance on the King.

Shame it did not work.

We may turn that
to our advantage.

Mr. Norrell
has long held the view

that magic
cannot cure madness.

Will you mention Lady Pole
in this context?

No.

We think it important to
present your trip to Windsor

as a heroic
and patriotic attempt

to do magic
that simply cannot be done.

Well, we did not attempt
absolutely everything.

We attempted
every functioning spell

that might be applicable.

Well, perhaps there might
be spells which

have fallen into disrepute
or been misreported.

I do not understand
what you mean.

I think what Mr. Strange
is trying to say is that,

considering the myths
and superstitions

which have grown up
over the last 300 years,

it is near impossible to
extract any meaningful magic

from the way that things
used to be done at all.

Ah.

That is what you meant to say,

is it not, Mr. Strange?

Yes.

Well, Your Majesty,

it has been a great pleasure.

Perhaps my tutor was right.

Worth a try, eh?

I do not see you, magician,

but I see your companion
very clearly.

With such silver hair
as he has,

I ought to be able
to see him very well.

- Your Majesty?
- A king, say you?

Well, that's all very well,

but I am bound to observe

that I have never heard
of any of your kingdoms.

Lost Hope? Where is Lost Hope?

The City of Iron Angels?
Where is that?

I am King
of Great Britain, sir,

a place everybody knows

and is clearly marked
on all the maps.

Sir?

Do not be angry.

I am a king, you are a king.
Let's all be kings together.

Your Majesty, can you hear me?

I would dearly like that.

The last time I was permitted
out of these rooms

was on a Monday in 1810,

946 years ago.

Your Majesty?

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

May I be of assistance, sir?

Sir?

Sir!

Let this music be the envoy
sent to summon the King.

Let this slipper

be the handsel
the King shall receive.

Let the moment
of this flame's death

be the moment
the King shall appear.

Ahhh!

I believe this is yours,
Your Majesty.

This act will have
consequences, magician.

Where did you go, sir?

A most serious matter
has arisen, Stephen.

All our wonderful plans
have been rudely overturned.

And once again
it is the stupid magician

who thwarts us.

Who was
that old gentleman, sir?

Why, the King of England,
of course!

I had brought him here

so that you might fulfill
your destiny

by cutting off his head
and taking his place.

But the King
has 13 children, sir.

The crown would be passed
on to one of them,

and certainly not
to a man such as I.

No, the King's children
are all fat and stupid.

Who would wish to be
governed by such frights,

when they might instead
be governed by you, Stephen,

whose noble countenance

would look so well
upon a coin?

But what should we do?

- About what, sir?
- The magician, Stephen.

He is our enemy.

We must destroy him utterly.

And take his wife.

Oh, Stephen,
you are brilliant.

Of course, it will be
very hard to find,

but it will
destroy him utterly.

What will, sir?

Moss-oak.

We must find
and awaken a moss-oak.

If we use it well,

the magician will bargain
her life away.

And the beauty
of it is, Stephen,

he will have no notion
that he has done so.

Sir.

Why are there no spells
to cure madness, sir?

Because the aureates didn't--

- Where have you been?
- Windsor.

What?

I'm sure I read once
that fairies

have a strong interest
in madmen. Is that true?

Is it not in Chaston?
Where is Chaston?

It's on
the north-westerly bookcase.

What occurred there,
Mr. Strange?

- Windsor, Mr. Strange?
- Yes.

Is it your belief,
Mr. Norrell,

that fairies
have left England completely?

And what of mirrors?

I remember a reference
in Ormskirk

to a kingdom that lies
behind reflective surfaces,

- full of the most remark--
- What is all this talk?

I'm sorry, but when
I was with the King--

It was agreed we could
do nothing for the King.

Yes, but you see,

a very odd thing happened
with His Majesty--

Well, if you persist
in doing magic

without reference to me,
Mr. Strange,

odd things will happen.

We must keep
to our agreed plan.

We must stand
together upon it.

It is more important now than
ever it was, is that clear?

May I speak frankly, sir?

You've heard whispers of it,
I am sure.

But when I was
in the Peninsula,

after the loss of your books,
for which I am very sorry,

I performed magic

which you might not have
considered respectable.

Magic of older times.

I'm not proud of it, sir,
but often, sir, it worked.

It may have worked
in an imperfect sort of way.

Perhaps because
you were not in England--

No, no, no, no.

This was a different
sort of magic

to anything we have done
up to now.

It felt different.

Things are done
in times of war,

or for the furtherance
of noble causes

which might be
most regrettable

in times of peace.

I do not say
you should be ashamed.

I do not say that.

But you have always said
that that magic,

the old magic,
was no longer possible.

It is not.

But, of course, there may be
remnants here and there.

I do not think these
things were remnants, sir.

Mr. Strange, I have been
studying magic for 40 years.

We dare not meddle
with such things.

They are only half-understood.

But surely, it is precisely

because it is only
half-understood that we must!

If there exists a magic beyond
the magic that we do--

Then we let it alone.

We must say that
modern magic is the only way,

or we will end up beggars
in yellow-curtained tents.

This other magic,
it will not do, sir.

It will not do.

Have you read the proof
of Mr. Lascelles' book yet?

No, not yet.

It is a very fine book.

It is my hope
that it will establish

Norrellite magic
for the modern age.

Do you understand?

Yes, I believe I do.

Whoa!

You are the madhouse keepers?

I have a letter for you.

Ah, Lady Pole.

My name is John Segundus.

This is my friend
and colleague,

Mr. Honeyfoot.

Welcome to Starecross.

Madam.

For your own good, madam.

So, you are the lady
whom Mr. Norrell

brought back from the dead?

Have you been
madhouse keepers for long?

No. Her Ladyship
will be our first patient.

But you are doctors?

Uh, not in the fullest
sense of the word.

I beg your pardon.

Oh.

There we go.

Your new lodgings, madam.

So what are you, then?

- Well, um--
- You are magicians.

I'm not.

Stephen,
turn me back to London.

- No, my Lady, no.
- You are Norrell's men.

I am sold once more. Stephen!

We are no friends
to Mr. Norrell.

Believe me when I say
we are here

for your benefit, my Lady,
and yours alone.

Well then you will let me go
at once,

and not make me stay
one more moment in this place.

Stephen!
Stephen, turn me back.

Stephen! No!

Stephen, please!
Come back. No!

- Well.
- Stephen!

That went very well.

Stephen!

Hmm.

Stephen!

Lascelles does not
do you justice.

That's hardly a surprise.

I think it's most
inconvenient to him

that I did not die
in the Peninsula.

Well, there's no mention
at all of the magic

that you did in the war.

Everything Norrell's
ever done is puffed up

to ridiculous proportions.

And the way that he tells
about Lady Pole.

If you have any sense,

you'll refuse
to attach your name to it.

He will only write
another book.

It does not matter.

I do not concern myself
with such things.

I am a magician, that is all.

You're the King's magician,

the Duke of Wellington's
magician.

I am your magician, Bell.

And my own.

Anything beyond that
is distraction.

I have things to discover.

Do you remember the first
spell that you did?

Yes, yes, and yes again!

I remember it perfectly well.

What do you expect me to do?

Things are as they are.
I'm sorry.

Seems to me
we've lost sight of why

we started on this path
in the first place.

They say Napoleon
is not finding exile

very much to his liking.

They say he has
very little to do,

and very few hobbies.

It is as if Mr. Davey
and Mr. Faraday

and our other great scientists
felt obliged

to begin their lectures
by expressing

their loathing
of Isaac Newton.

You touched your nose.

You're moving the balls about
by magic.

A man may sneeze,
Grant, mayn't he?

I have a cold.

Might the table be free?

No, it might not.

How is Lord Wellington?

The Duke, you mean. Concerned.

He's worried that
Napoleon will return.

Why did they not give you

a baronetcy or something
when they made him duke?

Lord Liverpool says

they considered it,
but they felt they would

have to give Norrell
something too.

And I don't think anyone
quite has the stomach

to call him "My Lord."

Sirs, you are talking,
not playing.

Mr. Tantony and I
are from Nottinghamshire.

May we not play
while you chat?

To ask a gentleman
to break off his game

before it is ended, sir,

is a thing that is never done
at the Bedford.

Ah, I beg your pardon.
I didn't know.

Well, then perhaps
you could tell me

whether you think
it will be a short game

- or a long 'un.
- We do not know, sir.

This is Mr. Tantony's
first visit to London.

I particularly wished to show
him in the Bedford,

but I did not think
to find the people here

so very disobliging.

Well, then I can only suggest

that you return home to, uh...

Nothingham-shire,
I think it was you said?

Are there no pigs
to be fed there?

Mr. Tantony and I

are not farmers.
We are brewers.

We have beer enough,
thank you, sir.

We are not here to sell beer!

Mr. Tantony is being
instructed in magic

by Mr. Strange himself!

- What?
- Oh, yes.

Mr. Strange writes
Mr. Tantony letters

full of the most
remarkable advice.

- Such as?
- I will not tell you.

You can come to your own
arrangement with Mr. Strange.

You paid Mr. Strange?

Oh, yes. Seventy guineas.

And you have not met him?

No, but we hope to.

We were going to go
and stand outside

- his house tomorrow.
- What advice does he give you?

- Uh...
- Tell him.

Oh, yes. Well, the other day,

Mr. Tantony asked for a spell

to make it stop
raining in Nottinghamshire.

Mr. Strange wrote back to say

he would never
employ such magic.

He said,
did he not, Mr. Tantony,

that in meddling with
English weather,

we meddled with England,

and in meddling with England,
we risked destroying

the very foundations
of English magic.

Have you ever
said such a thing?

Yes, but not
to these gentlemen.

Sir, I am Jonathan Strange

and I've never heard
of you before today.

You are the victims of a hoax.

Yes, indeed.

You are no more Mr. Strange
than my wife is.

Well, it is easily resolved.

There are
any number of magical things

my friend could do
to prove it.

Oh, yes?
And what might they be?

Yes, tell us, Merlin.

Good Lord! Where did he go?

And how is Mr. Strange?

Oh, busy, madam. Busy.

But only yesterday he inquired
most particularly after you.

I should think so.

I have paid him more
than 100 guineas, sir.

The very last of my money.

Oh, but think of the good
it will do, madam.

An investment.

You see...

How thin the walls are.

You see,
Jonathan Strange is...

Jonathan Strange is a par...

Jonathan Strange?

I hope you'll be
so kind, madam,

as to forgive
the lateness of my visit.

The way was
a little more meandering

than I had anticipated.

I am Jonathan Strange.

- Mrs. Bullworth.
- At last.

I have taken
the liberty of writing,

by each of their names,

the magical punishment

which I believe
ought to be theirs.

But I should be glad
of your recommendations,

since you are
to carry them out.

- "Mrs. Bullworth, Senior."
- My mother-in-law.

"To be drowned
in a laundry tub.

To be choked to death
on her own apricot preserves.

To be accidentally baked
in a bread oven."

Forgive me, Mrs. Bullworth,

but even the greatest magician

who ever lived could not kill

the same person
three different ways.

Well, as much
as you can manage.

And Mr. Bullworth,
what should I do to him?

A disfiguring disease.

Bankruptcy. Lunacy. Fire.

A villain to lie in wait
for him and cut off his--

Mrs. Bullworth...

You have been
the victim of a deception.

I have never undertaken
commissions

for private individuals.

Not Gatcombe, not Tantony,
not Miss Grey.

I never even heard of you
before tonight.

And I have never
employed this...

Person.

- Drawlight.
- I am sorry for it, madam.

Drawlight!

We waited several
hours for him to return

from the mirror, madam,

but he did not, so we thought
we would come here

- and see if... Ah!
- He's here, ma'am.

He is quite safe.

Has something happened?

Blockhead.

- Where on Earth have you been?
- Shoreditch.

You were not afraid, were you?

I was perfectly all right.

I always am.

Tell us,
where did you disappear to?

I do not have words
to describe it.

It is another land entirely.

Everything Norrell and I
have done is as nothing.

It is the most amazing place
I have ever seen.

- Shoreditch?
- Do not be flippant.

Shoreditch is
where Drawlight was.

- You have been with Drawlight?
- Yes.

He's been arranging
for me to do every sort of

black magic one can think of.

- Why?
- Money, I presume.

He ran away. Which is a pity,

as I had a great mind
to challenge him to a duel.

Oh, it's duels now, is it?

But what happened
behind the mirror?

I discovered the King's Roads.

The ancient paths
between this land

and the other realms.

They have been closed
for hundreds of years.

But now, they are open again.

That was where I went.

That does not sound
very safe, Jonathan.

Safe? Oh, no.
I do not think so.

But then I flatter myself that
I am not particularly safe.

- And when I return--
- Oh, return?

So, you will be losing
yourself in this place

every moment
that Norrell can spare you,

whilst I remain here in
the most miserable suspense,

wondering if I'm ever
to see you again.

Bell, what on Earth
is the matter?

The matter? You are set upon

putting yourself into the most
horrible danger,

and you just expect me
to say nothing?

I was in the Peninsula--

I know you were in
the Peninsula.

You never cease to tell me

that you were
in the Peninsula.

But having been
in the Peninsula,

it's not some sort of
magical charm

that grants you immortality.

When I went to war,
you were perfectly composed.

I was nothing of the sort.

I was horribly afraid for you.

But then, you had a duty,

and you had the entire
British Army beside you.

There, you will be
entirely alone!

We could say "there",

but none of us knows where
"there" is, do we?

I know exactly where it is.

It is the place Norrell has
tried to keep from me

from the beginning.
Really, Bell,

it is a little late to decide

you do not like my profession.

It was you who demanded
I get one.

Do not you dare say
that to me, Jonathan.

I have never said a word
against your occupation.

Until today,
you've always been content

to make your discoveries
in books.

Books! I'm not permitted
to read half the books.

Bell, try to understand.

Everything that has happened
to me of late

in the Peninsula,
with the King, this evening,

it has convinced me there is
more magic possible

than I ever dreamed.

You have no idea
where these paths lead.

No, and that is the glorious,
wonderful thing of it.

Promise me that you will not
go out on those roads again.

No.

Then I withdraw my demand.

I don't want you to have
an occupation, Jonathan.

I'll have you idle. I'll have
you the man that I married!

Damn magic to hell.
Damn where it's led us.

Well, thank you
for a pleasant evening.

Ah, Henry. So very good
of you to see me.

Uh, where is he?

He's at home.
I've never seen him so angry.

- Let me talk to him.
- Absolutely not.

You are to have
no contact with him

until I tell you
that you might.

If he knew I was meeting you,

he would have
my head on a spike.

Norrell owes everything to me.

Without me, nobody would ever
have heard of him, or you.

There would be no book.

You could not do
without me then,

and you cannot
do without me now.

On the contrary,
it is most desirable

that we do without you.

Damn you!

What convinced you
you could succeed

in such a perfectly
absurd scheme?

I should call you out
here and now.

I'm sorry.
The money wasn't for me.

My, my debts.

Will you please help?

I'm at the limit
of my endurance.

Well, we shall see.

Where are you staying?

I'm at The Shakespeare's Head.

Go there and wait.

And if you ever risk
my standing

with Norrell again...

Listen to me.

I will kill you myself.

Thank you, Henry.

Thank you.

On to Mr. Norrell's house.
And Lucas,

take these to the bailiffs
at the King's Bench.

Tell them
they're an enumeration

for the outstanding debts
of Christopher Drawlight,

and he may be
found and arrested

at The Shakespeare's Head,
Covent Garden.

I've been considering
the matter very carefully.

In fact, I have thought
of little else.

We must revive
the Cinque Dragownes.

The what?

It is a medieval court
established

to punish false magicians.

Thankfully, the medieval law
was never revoked.

But Drawlight is not
a magician.

- Surely, a common law court--
- No. His crimes

were specifically
magical crimes.

We require a magical court.

What other security do I have?

When people attack me
in the street,

when other magicians,
evil magicians

might arise to challenge
my authority,

to contradict me?

I have to have
a court of my own.

Mr. Norrell, it is not
the duty of any court

to exalt one person's opinions
above another's.

If other magicians think
differently from you,

you must battle it out
with them.

You must argue and publish
and practice your magic

and you must learn
to live as I do

in the face
of constant criticism,

opposition and censure.

That, sir, is the English way.

But the Cinque Dragownes
is our best chance

of having him hanged.

Hanged?

Mr. Norrell,

I feel his injury
as deeply as you,

probably even more so,
since it was directed at me.

But I will not be the cause
of another man's death.

I was in the Penin...

I've been at war, sir.
I have seen enough men die.

In any case,
I scarcely think Drawlight

is any more to blame than you.

Why? What have I done?

Well, what possessed you to
go out on the King's Roads?

People will think I approved
of what you did that night.

And why should you not?

It is a momentous
discovery, sir.

The size of it,
the complexity.

Come with me, sir.
It's a glorious sight.

Staircases so high I could not
see the top of them.

And everywhere, in the halls,
on the bridges,

carved into the very stones,
his likeness.

Whose?

The man who built it all, sir.

John Uskglass, the Raven King.

The man we have slandered

in everything
we have said and done.

There is a great wealth
of magic there, sir.

We may go forth together,
you and I, and discover it.

What you did
will do more to bring

English magic into disrepute

than anything
Drawlight has done.

It is no surprise
that he turns out a villain.

But you...

You are the second magician
in the land!

Why did you come
to London, sir?

Why did you undertake
the restoration

of English magic,

if not to do English magic?

To make it respectable.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.
I am going home.

Is it finished, then?

Yes. I think it's
an excellent little book.

Your help was invaluable,
Mr. Strange.

- May I borrow it?
- Keep it.

Please, keep it.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for the concern
that I gave you, Bell.

I'm sorry
for the things I said.

I'm sorry for any sadness
my occupation has caused.

Well, as you said,

it was I who suggested

that you get it
in the first place.

You were not specific.

I had in mind, in fact, that

you might become
a justice of the peace,

or a landscape gardener.

I did not consider
that you might become

one of the greatest men
of the age.

It has surprised me
somewhat too.

It is published.

You were right.

If it is published,
then what are you doing?

I'm writing a review of it.

You cannot review a book
that you helped to write.

I believe I could.

If I were to say
it is an abominable book.

Jonathan!

If I say it is a fraud.

- You're not in earnest.
- Why not?

Because you leave yourself
open to...

What would Norrell say?

You cannot publish it.

I fear I must.

Then you and I will go home.

What do you say?

My Lady, I am very sorry
you do not care for us,

but if only for your own sake,
you must eat something.

Untie me.

They say that you might
hurt yourself.

I'm sick of men in coats

deciding what is best for me.
I may very well hurt myself,

but I belong to no one
but myself.

Half my life, I am in chains.

The other half,
I deserve to be free.

Untie me.

Stephen.

Stephen, do you have a gun?

Shoot him!
And shoot these men!

What are you doing here, sir?

I thought you were ill.

I am better now,
and you have Lady Pole.

Lead me to her, Mr. Segundus.

Mr. Childermass, please!

I have ridden a long time

and I have many questions
for the lady.

Your letter asked us to
take Lady Pole into our care.

It did not say that you
would visit her.

It did not say that you
had any rights over her.

It seems to me that
Mr. Norrell has done enough.

I do not know what
Mr. Norrell has done.

He will not tell me.

I am here on my own account.

I am sorry,
but you cannot see her.

You will take me to her, now.

You may have your ways
of carrying on.

You may shut down societies,
steal people's books,

rob them of their livelihoods,

but I will not have you
distressing a lady, sir.

That is where it will stop!

I have this loaded
with all sorts of

unpleasant bits and pieces.

And I do not expect you would
care to be shot twice

within the space
of two months.

Take yourself off
to your master

and think again.

I will return.

Remember this, John Segundus.

There's less to this Lady
than meets the eye.

I'm very glad
I did not have to shoot.

I could only find walnuts.

Let us
get inside and make sure

Lady Pole is not
too distressed by this.

The Edinburgh Review.
He has murdered my book.

All we have strived for.

"Gilbert Norrell Esquire
and Mr. Strange promises to

set out the current wondrous
state of English magic

in all its modern glory.

I say that if this is what
modern magic is to be,

I do not wish to be modern.

Give me the mysteries
and dreams of the past,

for they shine brighter than
any of Norrell's restrictive

rainy days."

That is not all, sir.

"Norrell's book reads like
a letter from my great aunt,

succeeding admirably
in representing

all that is most absurd,

constipated and dull

about the blinkered
Norrellite position.

Surely, magic
should be magical.

Surely, magic is to dream.

Where is the wonder
of England's past?

Of magic's golden age?

There is no mention
of the Raven King,

except to insult him
and strike him low,

to purge him from what we do.

Norrell calls this the magic
of the modern age.

I say it is commonplace,
mundane.

I say that there is much more
to English magic than this.

There is no mention
of the discoveries

I have made at my peril,

no mention
of the Raven King's Roads,

or why they have been hidden

behind the mirrors
of England.

Norrell is too afraid
to question why

the Raven King
would do such a thing,

too afraid to explore where
those roads might lead,

afraid it will
take us to places

we never intended to go."

We must not let this stand.
You must not.

Do you really think
the Raven King

cares what happens to England?

He does not.

He abandoned us.

Abandoned his throne,
rode out of England,

and took the best part
of English magic with him.

Surely, that is enough
to mark him out as our enemy?

His magic is not gone now.

There it is,
hidden behind our mirrors.

- It is coming back.
- That is the magic of madness.

That is wild, cruel,
Medieval magic.

We cannot have fairy princes
ruling England

alongside generals,
dukes and mill owners.

Such magic belongs to
an England that is dead.

And it is out of our control.

Then we must learn
to control it.

We cannot simply ignore it.

Do not think me
ungrateful, sir, but...

I believe the period
of our collaboration is over.

It seems to me that
we are too different.

Well,

in temperament, perhaps,
but we are both magicians.

And that is all
either of us cares about.

If you leave this house today,
you follow your own course.

Who are you going to talk to,

as we are talking now?

There is no one.

We will be quite alone.

I'm sorry, Mr. Norrell,

but ever since I came back
from the Peninsula,

it has not felt right for me
to call myself your pupil.

Well, then we let it be
a partnership of equals.

The books that I should
have lent to you

and have kept from you,
you shall have them.

We shall go to Hurtfew,
you and I.

You shall have the keys
to the library.

I shall not even challenge
that review. Let it stand.

Let it stand.

I'm honored, sir.

You are not usually
a man for compromise, I know.

But I think I must follow
my own course from now on.

Come, sir.

Perhaps we can do
without these, for now.

I must go back
to Harley Street.

I am sorry for it, my Lady.

It is ridiculous
to part so, Stephen,

when we both know
we will be together again

in only a few hours.

Do not be concerned about me.

I feel I shall be
more comfortable here.

I feel I shall.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

I beg your pardon.

I do not wish to give you

the wrong impression of me,
but, um...

may I ask you something?

What is it, sir?

What is the magic

that surrounds you
and her ladyship?

There is a rose at your mouth.

And another at hers.

I see it.

As clear as day.
What does that mean?

I do not know what
you're talking about, sir.

Good afternoon.

I will not go out
on the King's Roads again.

What?

We'll go back to Shropshire,

and I will cease
to do practical magic.

I will write down
my thoughts in a book.

I will become
a theoretical magician.

Jonathan.

I've had enough
of these battles, Bell.

Various battles
and various wars.

You were right.

We've lost sight
of why all this was done.

We've had no time
to be married.

And I would like
that time very much.

So would I.

I would like it to begin now.

I am sorry to disturb you,
Mrs. Strange, Merlin,

but Napoleon is back.

He has landed in France.
He has marched upon Paris,

- and he has captured it.
- What?

The Duke wants you to
join him in Belgium.

He asks you
to renew your commission.

No, I cannot. We...

- I cannot go to war.
- There is no choice.

The St. Serlo's Blessing
leaves upon the high tide

in three hours' time.

With you and me on it.

I am sorry, Mrs. Strange,

but your husband
is the Army's magician.

And we have need of him.

Goodnight.

You should do as we planned.

Go back to Ashfair.

Make it nice.

I'll be back
before you know it.

No, you will not.
Not before I know it.

You're my entire life, Bell.

And you're mine, Jonathan.

Yes! I have found it!

The moss-oak is in there.

Reach in, Stephen.

Take it.

That's it, Stephen.
Can you feel it?

There is something, sir.

It wants to be born.

Pull.

- My fingers.
- Pull.

That's it, Stephen. Strength.

For a thousand years,

it has been waiting

to learn what form
it will take.

What is that, sir?

The tears of the lady,
shed in pain.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Well?

Our conditions,
how did he receive them?

You told him what we agreed.

You told him that unless
he publishes a retraction,

we shall be forced to reveal
what we know

of the black magic
done in Spain.

You told him that
under no circumstances

would you accept him
as a pupil.

No.

No, I told him
none of those things.

You were right
in the beginning, sir.

There can be
only one magician in England.

We must now consider him
our enemy, sir.

We must work to destroy him...

before he destroys us.