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It is my solemn duty
to inform you

that Lady Denham's
condition

is now very precarious
indeed.

I fear she will not
see out the night.

Oh, poor,
dearAunt.

Well, I better pay my respects,

while there's still time.

Surely we must postpone
the regatta,

out of respect.

She's gravely ill.

Everyone else can accept it,
why not you?

Don't you see it, Mary?

She cannot die,
because then I will be left

without a principal investor.

She's on her death bed.

And your only concern is what
that will mean for your town?

Without her investment,
I should soon face bankruptcy.

Everything... our house,
our security... would be at risk.

I...

I am just
speaking frankly, Mary.

As you wished.

I see.

Georgiana?

Mr. Sidney is here
to see you.

Send him away.

I have no wish to speak
to anyone, least of all you.

Come, Georgiana.

- Is it not time you ventured outside?
- Leave them!

At least you should...

I am all too aware
that I have fallen short

as your guardian.

But please believe
that I am sincere

in my desire to make amends.

Men like you cannot change.

Mr. Stringer.

Well met, Miss Heywood.

Feels I've hardly seen you

since you got back
from London.

No, we must remedy that.

Perhaps we'll have time

for a more substantial
conversation tomorrow?

At the regatta.

Until tomorrow, then.

You hear that,
Old Stringer?

A substantial
conversation.

Ah, Miss Heywood.

Mr. Parker.

How did you find her?

Oh, I daresay
you'll have more luck.

I... uh...

I might wait
for you downstairs,

if you don't mind.

No.

Not at all.

Edward is taking his time.

I cannot think
what is keeping him,

given conversation
with our aunt

is currently
somewhat one-sided.

He is showing due respect
to a dying woman.

You might consider
doing likewise.

What has she done
to merit my respect?

I shan't be goaded
into another quarrel.

Our enmity is finished.

There never was a will.

There most certainly was.

But its contents

were demonstrably absurd.

Edward and I had no choice
but to burn it.

We agreed a half-share each was
a far more agreeable outcome.

Edward would never
conspire with you.

He regards you
with absolute contempt.

And yet,

there is no way to feign

the kind of fondness
he showed me.

You're lying.

I was lying.

We both were.

On the drawing room floor,
if you must know.

It was a fleeting encounter,
but he was touchingly eager.

Like a little boy.

Has that been
your experience, too?

Oh.

Could it be that you have
never given yourself to him?

Small wonder he was so keen

to take his pleasure
elsewhere.

You must be patient
with Georgiana.

Every minute
spent apart is...

Well...

You know how sharp
the agony of separation can be.

Yes, I expect you're right,
Miss Heywood.

Although fate has a strange way

of surprising
even the most jaded amongst us.

You are not nearly
as unfeeling as you pretend.

Well, if that is the case,

I would ask you
to keep it to yourself.

I have a reputation to uphold.

Your secret is safe with me.

Well, I am no Dr. Fuchs,

but I do not think
she is long for this vorld.

You should know,

there's not
a single person alive

who holds you
in the least affection.

Not Edward, not Clara.

Not me.

To my eternal shame,
we only cared for your fortune.

Realized too late what a foul,
corrupting cancer your money is.

Turned you into a cruel,
miserly old woman

who will die unloved
and unmourned.

And it turned Edward.

My Edward.

The truth is...

he's betrayed us both.

He betrayed us when
he and Clara lay with each other

on your drawing room floor.

He betrayed us
when he and Clara conspired

to burn your will
and share your fortune.

I truly hope
you find happiness in heaven.

Because this earth
has become a living hell.

Then there'll be
the sandcastle competition,

and, after a respectable break
for luncheon,

comes the fishermen's
boat race.

And we end the day with
the gentlemen's amateur rowing.

Splendid, excellent.

Something for everyone to enjoy.

All we need now
are some visitors.

Papa! Papa!

Uncle Sidney's here.

And he's brought a pretty lady
with him.

Very well.

I want them to see her again.

And you'll stay
for the regatta?

Ah, Tom, you remember
Mrs. Campion?

Sidney has asked Eliza to stay
for the regatta.

Welcome, welcome.

You are most kind.

I must say...

Is it over?

La tante est mort?

Not yet.

Had I known it was going to be
this drawn out,

I would have slept
in my own bed.

Perhaps you'll be more
comfortable on the floor.

To mein gross Freude,

your aunt has responded
magnificently to my treatment.

A short time ago,
her fever broke,

and she is now able
to sit up

and talk ein bisschen.

It is not impossible

she may yet recover
altogether.

Come along now.

I must say,

I had hoped we would have,
have more visitors by now.

Perhaps some people are
already down at the river.

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure
you're right, my dear.

I do wonder

if we should have done
at least a little preparation

for this race.

A gentleman
does not practice.

It's tantamount
to cheating.

Why do you keep
looking around?

Not keeping an eye out for
that miserable Denham creature,

- I hope?
- Heavens, no.

Given up that hunt.

It was a futile pursuit.

At the last regatta
I attended,

- they raced Arab stallions.
- Hmm.

The one before that featured
eight clippers in full sail.

But for sheer exhilaration,
what could compare

to a sandcastle competition?

Well...

This is no ordinary
sandcastle competition.

Look at this one,
for instance.

Miss Heywood,

what a handsome
construction.

I assume you and Henry
are the architects?

Oh, no,
that would be Jenny.

I am merely a laborer.

Well...

It is a fine piece of work,
and if it doesn't win,

there is no justice,
is there, Henry?

- No.
- No.

Yes, well done,
children.

Right.

I shall show you
Tom's new bathing machines.

Yes.

Good day, Miss Heywood.

Who did you say
that girl was?

Miss Heywood.

She's a guest of
my brother and Mary's.

And she helps
with the children?

Well, among other things,
yes.

She is rather
a sweet little thing.

ButArthur, you can't
possibly join the boat race.

I've never heard
such a lunatic notion.

Well, what choice
do I have?

It is the Parker brothers'
rowing team,

and I am a Parker brother.

You know how you suffer
with seasickness.

It is the river!

Don't split hairs.

It is an aversion
to anything that floats.

There you go.

Arthur.

Do you realize who that is?

How are you? Nice to see you.

Lady Susan.

And first prize

goes to Harriet and Nicholas

for their truly magnificent
castellation.

Congratulations,
well done.

Marvelous, yes.

And the runners-up...

You will never believe
who's just arrived.

No less a personage than
Lady Worcester herself.

Um, the runners-up
are... uh...

Uh, sorry, you.

George... I'm sorry, would
you mind handing these out?

I have to go.

There's a list, thank you.

My dear, come along.

Her every whim
must be indulged.

If we can secure
her patronage,

we shall be rendered
fashionable

at a stroke.

Who is this
Lady Worcester?

Oh, my dear,
she's quite notorious.

London society positively
revolves around her.

It is a well-known fact that her
and the Prince Regent are...

- Simpatico.
- Mmm.

My lady.

A thousand welcomes.

I beg your forgiveness
for missing your arrival.

Mr. Thomas Parker,
at your service.

- Oh.
- My wife...

My wife, Mary.

We are greatly honored.

As you shall see,

we have the finest situation
on the South Coast.

- Our seawater and our...
- Oh, shush, never mind all that.

If I gave a fig about the sea,
I'd have gone to Brighton.

No, no, no.

The reason I came here

was to continue my conversation
with Charlotte.

Susan.

Very nice to see you.

Let me introduce you
to some people.

Oh, words cannot express
our relief.

Dr. Fuchs has earned
our eternal gratitude.

Why?

I rallied despite him.

If anyone deserves
credit,

it is the ass whose milk
restored my strength.

We have kept
constant vigil.

Mmm, well,
you can dry your eyes.

I found dying
highly disagreeable,

and I have no intention
of repeating the experience.

Although,
it has to be said,

there is nothing
like imminent death

to focus the mind.

It seems I had underestimated

the boundless depths
of your venality.

Aunt, you must rest a while.

Your fever has clearly
left you confused.

No, I am anything but.

Like a phoenix,
I am rising from the ashes.

Which is more than can be said
for my last will and testament.

Like your miserable souls,
that is blackened

beyond redemption.

- It was all Clara's idea.
- Liar!

Oh, enough!

You feeble parasites.

Neither of you shall ever
darken my doors again.

And Edward Denham,

from this moment forth,
you are disowned.

And Clara Brereton,

you shall be put on
the next coach back to London.

I suggest
you start packing.

Get out!

And needless to say,

I shall be laying a new floor
in my drawing room.

It seems the old one has been
indelibly stained.

And as for you, Esther...

It appears you are now
my sole remaining heir.

Though more by luck
than judgment.

So, the lady
of the town is on her deathbed,

and the heartsick heiress
has taken to her bedroom.

How thrilling.

But more importantly
than any of that,

does a certain person
know yet

that you are in love
with him?

I fear you're mistaken,
my lady.

I was not... I am not...

Susan.

And I am never wrong

when it comes to matters
of the heart.

Even if it were true,
he is spoken for.

Oh, yes, I know
all about Mrs. C.

She must be the wealthiest
widow in the country,

not to mention
the most elegant.

I can see why you'd find her
a dispiriting rival.

But she will have a chink
in her armor.

We just need to find it.

Mrs. Campion?

I've been longing
to meet you.

I've heard so much
about you.

Miss Heywood.

I wondered whether
I might persuade you

to take a walk with me,
and...

Unless now is not...

Oh, no,
now's the perfect time.

I need to make sure
everything stands ready

at the starting line.

Perhaps you could
accompany me?

You seem a different man.

And there is no
doubting the cause.

The lovely Mrs. Campion.

Although,

I doubt she will remain
Mrs. Campion for long,

- if you have your way.
- Steady on, Tom.

There's no need to rush things.

And why not?

She's beautiful,
witty, and rich,

and you have loved her
for a decade.

Why would there be the
slightest doubt in your mind?

Though it is
a strange feeling.

You've wanted something
impossible for so long,

and suddenly
it's within your grasp.

Do you know, for years, all
I knew about my brother Sidney

was that he was driven
to the West Indies

with a broken heart.

And what's your point,
Arthur?

I admire your spirit
of forgiveness.

That is all.

If it were me,

I do not think I could
bring myself

to trust her again.

Looks as though the regatta
will be a success, miss.

And that is in large part
down to you.

In truth, I've been grateful
for the distraction.

Distraction from what?

My own thoughts, I suppose.

What kind of thoughts?

It's difficult to say.

Perhaps you might find me
a more sympathetic listener

than you might imagine.

It could be that
we share the same thoughts.

I doubt it.

You are far too sensible

to form such a misguided
and futile attachment.

Why should it be futile,
Miss Heywood?

For all you know,

your feelings are repaid
five times over.

I allowed myself to believe so
for the briefest of moments.

But I cannot deny
the evidence of my own eyes.

No matter.

There's nothing to be done.

You were right,
Mr. Stringer.

You are a sympathetic
listener, indeed.

Good Lord.

Do you see, my dear?

It's as if London
has been emptied,

and the entire beau monde
transported here.

Yes.

I'm pleased for you, Tom.

I know how much today
means to you.

Have you seen Arthur?

It would seem
he has quite disappeared.

"Be not afraid,
neither be thou dismayed,

for the Lord thy God is with
thee whithersoever thou goest."

Shall I continue,
my child?

I would sooner be crucified.

I do not doubt the depths
of your suffering,

but I hardly think it compares
with the agonies of the cross.

Mr. Hankins.

Forgive the interruption,
but I, uh...

I, I urgently need Miss Lambe's
assistance with...

with a matter pertaining
to the regatta.

Um, of what nature?

With, uh...

The, uh...

Duck race.

May I let you into
a secret, Miss Lambe?

There is no duck race.

It was a ruse.

You can leave me now.

I have no further need
of your company.

Come, Miss Lambe.

Well, now that we have
sprung you from your quarters,

we might as well enjoy
the regatta.

Do you suppose there will be
a cake stall?

I do hope so.

It's a little over an hour
until the race, Mr. Parker.

I'm letting
all the competitors know.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think,
Miss Heywood?

Do I look ready to you?

I'm no expert.

Neither am I,
regrettably.

I haven't picked up an oar
in years.

I am sure it will all
come back to you.

I wonder.

Thank you.

"A man cannot step
into the same river twice."

You ever heard that?

"For he is not the same man,
and it is not the same river."

It's Heraclitus.

Yes.

Of course you'd know that.

Well...

I need a second person
to balance the boat.

Would you mind?

I'm not sure if I...

Come on.

Careful.

Sit down behind you.

May I ask you something,
Miss Heywood?

Why is it

that when I finally have
a chance at happiness,

can I not accept the fact?

What is it
you cannot accept?

I had convinced myself

that I was destined
to remain alone.

That I was ill-suited
for matrimony.

I don't believe

that anybody is truly unsuited
to marriage.

Not even you.

I suppose it's just
a question of compatibility.

Yes.

I suppose you're right.

Now, it's your turn.

Give me your hands.

Roll your hands.

Good.

That's it.

Yeah.

Keep your back straight.

Sidney!

My dear Esther,
I have to hand it to you.

You played that
brilliantly.

The look on Clara's face!

Do you take pleasure in this?

What?
You heard her, we won.

The money, it's ours.

How?

My inheritance is far
from assured,

and you're disowned.

By her, perhaps.

But that is no great loss.

You shall hardly wish to see me
flung out without a penny.

Even now that's
all you care about?

No.

No, this is about us.

This is about our future.

There is no us,

there is no future.

You saw to that when
you schemed with Clara.

I did what I had to.

We would have been left
with nothing.

I loved you.

Ah, Mr. Mullan!

- How good of you to come.
- Afternoon.

May I introduce my new friend
Charlotte Heywood?

Pleased to meet you.

Are all of these people here
at your invitation?

Not necessarily.

But a social circle is
like the cog of a clock.

Once you set one in motion,
the others are bound to follow.

Ah, Lord Grasmere.

May I introduce my friend
Charlotte Heywood?

Miss Heywood,
pleasure to meet you.

You have made the day
a success.

I hardly know
how to thank you.

You have no need
to thank me.

I came here
to enjoy your company.

Yes, please.

Look who's coming our way.

I think we can safely say

we have found Mrs. Campion's
Achilles heel.

What is it?

You.

Thank you.

- May we join you?
- Mmm.

What is the topic
of discussion?

Miss Heywood and I were
just discussing marriage.

What is your opinion
of marriage, Mr. Parker?

I cannot speak of it

with any authority,
I'm afraid.

- Ah.
- What about you, Miss Heywood?

You're of marrying age.

It must be much
on your mind.

There seems little point
considering marriage

- until you've found someone you'd wish to marry.
- Hmm.

There must be a boy
in your village

that's caught your eye.

Why should Charlotte be limited
to her village?

I always think it helps

to share a common background,
that's all.

Miss Heywood is hardly likely
to find a kindred spirit

in this company.

And why not?

I just imagine she must find

all our London talk
unspeakably tedious.

Wouldn't you agree, Sidney?

I have no doubt

that Charlotte would rather
be sat somewhere quietly

reading Heraclitus.

Sidney, you are wicked.

That will certainly not
help her find a husband.

You're quite right,
Mrs. Campion.

I'm a farmer's daughter
who reads books.

What could I possibly have
in common with anyone here?

Excuse me.

Miss Heywood...

Would you excuse me?

The race is about to start.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

I only ask for a moment.

Well?

I hope you weren't
too offended

by Mrs. Campion.

It was only meant
in jest.

Is that all I am to you?

A source of amusement?

No, of course not,
you're...

Forgive me.

On the contrary.

You've done me
a great service.

I'm no longer in any doubt
as to how you regard me.

- Miss Heywood.
- What?

What is it you want from me?

Please.

Be kind enough
to leave me alone.

Excuse me.

Sir Edward.

Tell me, how is your aunt?

Alive, if that's
what you're asking.

She's risen,

Lazarus-like,
from her deathbed.

But that is wonderful news.

Is it not?

I'm quite beside myself.

I hate you
for dragging me here.

Everyone is staring at me.

Judging me.

"The ruined woman."

To be fair, Miss Lambe,

people have always stared
at you.

I thought you'd be
used to it by now.

And you are far from ruined.

You have your whole life
ahead of you.

I think you might be
the most infuriating man

I have ever met.

I shall take that
as a compliment.

Miss Lambe!

Sir Edward.

Word to the wise,
Babington.

You should know my sister
is utterly deluded.

She's been making the
most preposterous slurs

against my name.

All in some cynical bid

to steal my share
of the inheritance.

Breaks my heart to say it,
but she's dead to me.

You're welcome to her.

What did he mean, Crowe?

"Utterly deluded," that's...

That's not the
Esther Denham I know.

Who cares, man?

Just focus on the matter
at hand.

I've got five pounds on us
taking first place.

There he is.

How did you fare, then?

Was the conversation as
substantial as you'd hoped?

Let's just focus on the race,
shall we?

I'm damned if I'll lose
to him twice in a day.

My lords,
ladies, and gentlemen!

The men's race is
about to begin!

Yes, there is such
a good view from here.

Well, brothers, I trust
we're feeling confident?

Eh, that's not the word
that I would choose,

especially now that
I've seen the opposition.

Mmm.

I wonder if we should
have a strategy?

My strategy principally revolves
around not drowning.

Sidney,
what do you think?

How the hell
should I know?

I'm going to wish them luck.

Good luck, the Parkers!

Good luck, Mr. Stringer.

Thank you, Miss.

Push off.

Oarsmen, move into line.

Hold station, four.

Move up, three.

Number four, move up.

Ready...

Attention...

Good luck, gentlemen.

Go!

Come on, Sidney!

Come on, Tom!

Row.

Together!

Pull! Together!

Pull!
Together!

Come on, Parkers!

We're inches in it, come on!

- In! Out!
- Come on!

Well done, men.

You're doing very well.

Looking good.

In, out!

- In, out!
- Come on!

There we go now!

Excuse us.

Miss Heywood.

Mrs. Campion.

They're gaining on us.

Bugger that.

Pull! Together! Right!

Easy, Crowe, easy!

Trust me,
I am in complete control.

Easy!

Hard left, man, hard left!

Thanks, Crowe!

I do hope Sidney wins.

I've never seen the point
in entering a race

unless you win it.

Here they come!

Is not that my brothers' boat
in the lead?

Oh!

Go on, the Parkers!

Harder!

Go on, son.

- Come on!
- They're gaining!

Together! Pull!

Come on, Tom,
come on, Sidney.

In, out.

Come on, Arthur!

Lads, we got them, lads!

Come on, pull!

- Come on, Tom.
- Come on, Sidney!

Come on!

Come on, pull!

Together!

Come on, boys, together.

Come on, Sidney!

Come on, young'n!
Come on, young'n!

Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Well done.

Thank you, ma'am.

Not a bad effort, young'n.

The winner of
the First Annual Sanditon Gentlemen's Race

is the boat captained
by Mr. James Stringer.

Very well done.

Not bad, eh?

Well done, Mr. Stringer.

Thank you, sir.

Not the prize I was after.

- Well rowed.
- Young Stringer.

Well coxed.

Fred.
Well rowed.

Well, Mr. Parker,

I must thank you
for a most invigorating day.

It is I who must
thank you, ma'am.

And if I might presume,

I hope that we might see you
in Sanditon again,

perhaps for longer
next time.

There is a distinct
likelihood.

I have one friend in particular

who would be rather taken
with the place.

He would be most welcome,
of course.

Or, or she.

Goodbye, Charlotte.

You must not lose heart.

The race is not yet run.

Thank you.

But I am more or less
resigned to its outcome.

Ah, my dear girl,

when it comes to love,

there is no such thing
as a foregone conclusion.

One particular friend.

She must surely be talking about
the Prince Regent himself.

Your regatta was
a huge triumph.

Come, Mary.

You can hardly call it
my regatta.

It was our regatta.

Wouldn't have happened
without Charlotte.

Couldn't have happened
without you.

Why did I ever think
to hide a thing from you,

when you...

You are my strength,
my inspiration.

What a fool I was.

I promise you this much.

I will never hide the
smallest worry from you again.

Starting with the fact

that right now
my entire body is in spasm.

Come on, old man.

Let's get you home
and into a hot bath.

Yes, please.

You know, you didn't have
to wait for me.

I've waited ten years,

what's another
quarter of an hour?

The truth is,
now that I've found you again,

I can scarcely bring myself
to let you out of my sight.

Eliza, I...

You know, I never lost hope

that we would stand
beside each other once more.

Here we are.

Fate has gifted us
a second chance.

The vanquished enemy retreats.

I was never your enemy.

Poor Edward.

What is to become of you now?

I have no need of your sympathy.

I am still a gentleman.

I have a title.

Everything that you own is
in those pathetic little bags.

Yes, but I had
nothing to lose.

You've lost everything.

Look at you,
alone and unloved.

Trust me, that is not
an easy place to find yourself.

I will spare you a thought
now and then.

I know you will think of me.

Sir!

I am quite capable
of finding my own way there,

- thank you very much.
- I told you

- to refuse all visitors.
- Wait!

I ask only for a moment.

Miss Denham.

I have done all I can

to forget about you,
but it is quite impossible.

I feel I could spend a
thousand years in your company

and still not fathom you out.

And yet, when I heard your
brother speak of you today

in the most
derogatory terms,

I felt I finally
began to understand.

You know nothing!

I think you've been
his prisoner for too long.

He alone has had the power
to determine your self-worth,

and he has abused
that power

in ways I could barely
even guess at.

I do not know
what has transpired,

but I only hope this means
you are free at last

of his...
pernicious influence.

And I know you don't hold me
in much esteem,

but I came here
without expectation

and in the spirit
of friendship

to make you a promise.

Your brother is not going
to make a victim out of you.

I will not allow it.

If you're looking
for your brother...

I'm not.

As a matter of fact,
I was looking for you.

I thought you and Mrs. Campion
would be heading back to London.

She's already left.

I decided against
joining her.

On reflection,
I realized

I would rather be here.

I, uh...

I'm a great deal
less than perfect.

You've made me
all too aware of that.

But, for whatever
it's worth...

I believe I am my best self,

my truest self,

when I'm with you.

That is all.

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