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Welcome to Sidmouth, Mrs. Russell.

- Yes, welcome. - I'm delighted to be here.

Mother, how was the crossing?

Uneventful, I'm glad to say.

You seem to have managed our train service,

which is something of a miracle.

You'll want a rest after your journey, Mrs. Russell.

I've put you in the king's bedroom,

and Mrs. Owen will show you there.

Perhaps you can sleep for an hour or two.

We meet at 8:00 in the yellow drawing room

and dine at half past.

My maid...

She'll be on her way to your room.

Which king? You said the king's room.

- Hector? - William IV.

He came to launch the Sidmouth Harbour Railway

in a plan to expand Sidmouth into a port.

But it failed, and the king died a year later.

Rather sad.

Mrs. Owen.

Thank you.

Careful the crust.

There's another one today.

It says Mr. Larry has chosen his bride,

but his mother doesn't approve.

"Orange Blossom maybe, but not many smiles at Russell house."

You gonna keep that to show her?

I think I must, but I'd rather solve it

before she gets back.

Is it true that Mr. Russell has moved out?

Mr. Russell has gone to the Union Club.

Of course, I don't know for how long.

With the mistress in England and Mr. Larry in Arizona,

who am I cooking for now?

You're cooking for us, Mr. Borden,

your fellow workers. Enjoy it.

Have you looked at the clothes

for tomorrow, Your Grace?

I'm sure they're fine.

Lady Sarah has approved them.

Lady Sarah has approved your choice

- of the duchess's clothes? - For tomorrow, yes, ma'am.

Thank you, Boles. You may go.

Do your maid and Lady Sarah always choose your clothes?

Usually.

Why does he put up with her?

Hector's parents died young,

but they weren't much interested in him anyway.

All his life, he's followed his sister's orders,

and he sees no reason to change now.

Aren't you a reason?

Mother, you wanted your daughter to be a duchess.

You can't talk now as if your chief goal

was for me to be happily married.

Of course I want you to be happy...

or at the very least, to be properly treated.

- Can't Hector see that? - Why would he?

The house runs smoothly.

She knows how he likes things done.

Why make trouble?

Some of the house feels a little bleak to me.

Hector says they've sold everything good

except the portraits.

And now they can afford to buy them back, thanks to you.

Make sure he remembers your role in his family's redemption

and acts accordingly.

If you want to cook an omelet,

you have to learn to break a few eggs.

Says the woman who hasn't cooked an omelet

in 20 years.

I may not have made an omelet,

but I have made a future.

And I'm here to help you do the same.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hey. Hey.

Whoa.

Welcome.

Good of you to come all this way.

I had a summons from JP Morgan.

I didn't think I had a choice.

You didn't.

I should prefer to call it an invitation.

My secretary, Mr. Brinkley.

Hmm.

The Merricks.

Mr. Russell.

I don't believe you've met my brother, Edgar.

Mr. Merrick.

I'm glad to be here, but I suspect

I may be less glad when I leave.

Mr. Sage.

Mr. Morgan.

Let me show you all to your rooms.

Byrne.

Now you have us on your territory,

I look forward to hearing your orders.

This is neutral territory.

And you'll hear no orders,

only thoughts on the future of our industry.

Like Bismarck's thoughts on the future of Germany.

Or Napoleon's on the future of Europe.

You are too suspicious, gentlemen.

At least let me give you some dinner.

We can delay our arguments for tomorrow.

I should warn you... there will be no horses kept here.

And civilization is a day's walk away.

And you ask why we're suspicious.

Mr. Russell, I believe you know my new partner.

Is your room comfortable?

Yes, madam.

And how do you find the staff?

They are pleasant, though...

What?

One of the maids said Lady Sarah

is trying to wear the new duchess down

and train her like a puppy.

She used those words?

I'm afraid so, madam.

Thank you, Andre.

Keep your ear to the ground, but say nothing to Her Grace.

Of course, madam.

It is a relief to know I'm not fighting my battles alone.

Are you all right?

- Um, why do you say that? - I don't know.

You seem very anxious lately.

You never told me what Larry said

when he was leaving for Arizona.

Didn't I?

Then don't mention it.

But he, uh...

he thinks he's found Maud Beaton.

Oh, my goodness, when?

The same night you became engaged.

I-is it somewhere you can go after her?

As long as she's still there.

I'm actually... I'm going right now.

You'll have to tell Mama I had some business dinner

I couldn't get out of.

I'll try to make it convincing.

Can I get a whiskey?

Mrs. Van Rhjin says she wants to go to bed

straight after dinner.

Miss Armstrong, you need to be ready.

Well, of course I'm ready.

What's that you're doing?

Nothing.

It doesn't look like nothing.

I'm just interested in the various ways

of mixing or whipping food.

Here we go again.

You see? You won't stay a footman forever,

whether you want to or not.

I don't understand why you're allowed to stay on now.

- What do you mean? - She means nothing.

I'm going to bed.

- That was a delicious dinner. - Thank you.

I'll look in.

I was rather sad

to see that you had dismissed Gladys's maid.

- Wasn't that always the plan? - Well, yes, I know.

It's just... seeing her so far from home...

But her home is here now.

Her new maid understands these houses

and the people who live in them.

Don't you want Gladys to have help adjusting to her new life?

Of course I do.

Then what did you mean...

that I don't know how to run things?

What I mean is that it's way past our bedtime.

Well, hello, Mr. Kane.

Hello, Miss Beaton.

- My name is Dolly Trent. - Come on.

That won't do it for me.

I don't know what you want, Mister, but I'm working.

All... all right, Miss Beaton.

Do you want me to summon the police?

- Because I can. - Don't try anything.

You misjudge me. I'm not angry.

I don't want things to be difficult.

Can I help you, sir?

I want to speak to Miss Trent,

to, uh... to spend some time with her.

Does that bother you?

No.

No, I'll talk to him... if he'll buy me a drink.

Very good. Take him to room 12.

Where is room 12?

Dolly.

No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want that.

I want to know what happened to the money.

I haven't got it.

Obviously.

You know, I lost it all... everything I had

and everything my mother had, too.

And now I have to live with her while she blames me

for her misery and her ruin.

I shall break you in pieces.

At least you don't have to sleep

with overweight strangers who stink of bad breath and sweat.

I want to know what happened to the money!

Crowther. You remember Crowther?

He was the man behind the whole thing.

I was working for him. He took me on to...

To what?

To target gullible fools like me?

You weren't alone.

He looked for greedy men with access to money

but without the nerve to steal it.

You were a classic case.

But how did you end up here?

Crowther used me

and left me with nothing,

which explains why I am where you see me now.

But look at you.

You're so elegant.

It means they pay more.

Don't pity me.

I'm tough.

My father lost me in a card game when I was 12.

I won't depress you

with an account of the years that followed.

This is the best you could do?

I owe the people who run this establishment.

I'm working it off, but...

I have food and a place to sleep.

I suppose you hate me.

Of course I hate you.

You ruined my mother and me.

So often I wished the story were true,

and we could have married and lived off my mythical fortune.

Have you anywhere to go if you get away from here?

Ah, only a sister in Sandusky

who might not even recognize me.

Then we can only hope that Crowther dies in pain.

I don't agree.

This week I fired my office boy who's on $3 a week

because I found a lad who'd do the work for $2.

You're a money-grubbing fool, Risley.

I'm glad the railroad owners will approach the future

in their usual spirit of equanimity.

It will get worse before it gets better,

with talk of another run on the banks.

You saved the Metropolitan, but you can't save them all.

I hear Sage was involved

with the collapse of Grant & Ward,

on top of the Marine National.

And now Clay's gone over to the enemy.

Like most men in this room,

he's always been on one side...

his own.

So...

are you ready to explain why you've brought us here?

Mr. Russell asks why I brought you here.

The answer is simple.

Mr. Russell,

or rather Mr. Russell and the Illinois Central Line...

Key to his plan for a new route between the East and West,

which might spell a brighter future for America

if your infighting and price fixing

weren't killing your business.

As you all know, nobody holds a controlling share

of the Illinois Central, so nothing can move forward.

And while that lasts, the whole railroad industry

will be in chaos.

So I am afraid, gentlemen,

no one leaves this house

until one of you owns at least 51%.

- What have you got there? - The second delivery, ma'am.

Well?

There are none for you, ma'am.

- Is there anything for me? - This one.

Well, for whom are all the rest?

Mr. Oscar and Miss Marian?

Perhaps Mr. Russell has written.

I doubt that.

I didn't look before bringing them up.

I should have. I apologize.

I don't understand.

- They're for John, ma'am. - What?

- The footman John? - Exactly.

Have you found out just how rich this clock

has made our footman?

No, not yet, ma'am.

- Agnes, really? - Well, I would like to know.

Will it be more than $2,000?

Bannister has already said he doesn't know.

You may go.

Ada, we really should find out.

We can't ask. It's impolite.

Well, is it polite to stay on,

our Croesus-like footman?

Has your betrothed told you how much?

No. That's not my business.

John, I've been meaning to congratulate you

on all your success.

Oh, thanks, Miss Marian.

I hope you enjoyed your celebration with Mr. Russell

- the other night. - What do you mean?

He told me you were joining him

with friends at Delmonico's.

- Delmonico's? - Yes.

Isn't that where you went?

Oh.

I don't know.

How could you not know where you were?

Oh, I do...

but I need to get back to work.

- Have I said something wrong? - No. No.

Does this have to do with Maud Beaton?

I need to get these downstairs.

Mrs. Bauer's waiting.

What will be the fate of Mr. Gladstone's reform bill

now the lords have thrown it out?

He'll bring it back, and he'll get it through

by the end of the year.

But do we want a bunch of vagabonds and farm laborers

to decide how we are governed?

What do you say, Duchess?

You're the democrat among us.

I believe everyone should have a say

in who forms the government.

Including women, I hope.

Oh, heavens.

Do we have a suffragist among us?

- Are you against women voting? - Of course.

- Why? - I'm curious.

Do you find women stupider than men?

They're not equipped for important decisions?

No.

That is, I think women should stick to their proper sphere.

Ah, then should the queen have stuck

to her proper sphere and refused the crown?

Bertha, I think you must go easy on my poor sister.

I was just curious.

But, of course, if she'd rather not answer...

I think...

I should not be so impertinent

as to have an opinion about our sovereign's decisions.

Huh.

Thank you, Bannister.

Marian, you hardly ate anything at all.

I just... I have something on my mind.

It's to do with John.

Our footman seems to be the topic of all discourse

in this house.

When I asked him about the night at Delmonico's,

he turned ashen.

I thought...

Perhaps it has to do with Maud Beaton.

Are you trying to drive me to an early grave?

- No. - Then why mention that name?

It seems Maud Beaton is back in town, Mama.

And will she return my fortune?

No.

How can you be sure?

Because she's working at a sort of...

club.

A club?

Is it a respectable establishment?

No.

Perhaps we should leave it at that for tonight.

Now that your mother is not present,

please tell me where Larry was the night he saw Maud Beaton.

What?

- It's not important. - I disagree.

It's important enough for you, John, and even Larry

to hide it from me.

That's because Miss Beaton...

seems to be working in a...

A house of ill repute.

What was Larry Russell doing

at that kind of establishment?

Well, I think he was there with a group of friends...

That doesn't answer my question.

Marian, I'm sure there was no harm in it.

Larry visits a house of ill repute,

and you think there's no harm in it?

No. No, Mar... Mar... Mar...

There is as far as I'm concerned.

No, Marian, I'm certain he was just

having a sociable evening...

Mr. Merrick, you cannot trust Risley Sage.

Why should I trust you?

His deal will only momentarily line your coffers.

I intend to make history with your family's railway.

And I guarantee the Merricks

will always have a seat at the table.

A table in which you will now be the majority shareholder.

For God's sake, which do you want, Merrick?

For Sage to suck the blood out of your company

or for Russell to pump life into it?

You have no third option.

Either you will sign the papers

or show to the world that you're a fool.

You have a large shareholding,

but if you don't sign, it is a share of nothing.

Once I have 51%, your family legacy will be safe.

So you keep saying.

Edgar, we need you to sign and shake on it

if we are ever to be free of this logjam.

Risley Sage will wake up tomorrow

and find himself outflanked.

Something we can all be glad of.

Amen to that.

Very well, I'll sign...

but in the company of my lawyers and back in New York.

Your word is good enough for me.

I'm going to have a rest before I get changed.

You'd better watch out.

You made a fool of Sarah last night.

Good.

I was glad he didn't defend her.

Hector never says anything... either to defend or attack.

He's a frightened man.

You must convince him his welfare

is as safe in your hands as it is in hers.

- How? - You're not a fool, Gladys.

Show an interest in the estate. Show an interest in him.

In this setup, you outrank Lady Sarah.

Just make sure everyone knows it.

I wish she'd give up on me and go.

The only person to make her go is Hector.

That is what you must work on.

Your father is a businessman. You know how to manage events.

If I do, I learned it from you and not from Father.

Then put it to good use.

Make him love you. Make him value you.

That is the answer, but only you can do it.

I can't.

And now I'm going to my room.

Ah, you're back.

- How was Philadelphia? - Interesting.

What do you know about Frances Watkins Harper?

Only what you've told me.

She's a woman who believes in universal suffrage.

Why?

Because I've met her now, properly,

and, uh, she was very inspiring.

She seems like a real force.

Mm-hmm.

I would think this would rouse you

even more to the cause, but you seem a little glum.

Mr. Fortune showed up at the train station.

He and William had words, and it nearly turned physical

- before Mr. Fortune left. - Oh, my word.

Did you tell Dr. Kirkland about Fortune?

There wasn't time.

I had my train to catch, but... oh, I owe him an explanation.

You must be completely honest.

Secrets and lies are not any sort of foundation

from which to build a marriage.

- Take it from me. - What do you mean?

While you were away, Larry and I got engaged.

What?

Oh! But that's marvelous!

It was marvelous until I discovered that

on that very same night, he...

visited a...

I can't say the word.

- You don't mean it. - But I do.

He went to a disorderly house.

He told me he was going to Delmonico's with friends,

but then I discovered his true whereabouts...

and not from him.

Are you certain of all the facts?

I'm certain that he was there.

We both know what men do

at those type of establishments.

It's particularly cruel,

as we had just told my aunts and his parents

of our engagement.

I'm so sorry.

There goes a very disappointed man.

Life is full of disappointments.

You must know that by now.

He's not in the position he'd like you to think.

Russell is stretched.

His railroad expansion, his daughter's marriage...

he is stretched tight as a drum.

You are absolutely sure of this?

I really do know where the bodies are buried.

Then as soon as we are back in the city,

I suggest we start digging.

Mr. Russell.

You must be the metallurgist.

Seth Dawson. Welcome to Morenci.

I found something that I think will interest you.

Ah, there you are.

I'll tell Bannister we're ready for dinner.

Marian, are you quite all right?

No, I'm really not.

Oh, my dear, come and sit.

It seems I can no longer marry Larry Russell.

- Thank goodness. - Agnes!

But what has happened?

It turns out I didn't know Larry as well as I thought.

It seems...

on the night we got engaged, he visited a house of ill fame.

- What? - Marian...

Well, I hope this means that in the future,

you will listen to your aunts

and not try to find a handsome hero.

Your husband is not supposed to be a tenor in the opera,

but a wise, well-placed gentleman

who can give you a decent life.

Are you absolutely sure about this?

If you ask me, you're making too much of it.

Which is precisely why no one has asked you.

I've thought it through.

There's nothing to do but to call off the engagement.

But shouldn't you give Mr. Russell the chance

to speak for himself?

Maybe there was some circumstance

that you don't know about.

What kind of circumstance could that be?

- Well, maybe... - Don't you see?

Whatever his excuse...

This will be a shadow between us.

Marian is right.

Very well, Mr. Dawson.

You have piqued my curiosity.

Fire away.

Since I got your cable,

we've been exploring the potential of the copper mines.

My father was not convinced they had much value,

but I wanted to make sure.

I know it will be expensive.

It would cost a lot, yes, but you could gain a lot, too.

We believe they've been mining the wrong areas

without proper research beforehand.

I had my men drill several shafts.

And were there any results?

One shaft near the Atlanta copper mine

proved very interesting.

What are you telling me?

We found a rich seam of first-rate copper

200 yards down,

enough to last a century or more.

Is it just one shaft?

It's early days.

We've only checked a few sites, but...

there will be more, possibly much more.

But the deals for the mines haven't gone through yet.

Then get them through, Mr. Russell,

as soon as you can.

All the deals for all the mines.

And make them generous

if you want to avoid trouble further down the line.

Sorry, I don't mean to disturb you.

No, no, please.

Luncheon is in a minute,

and there's something I wanted to ask you.

Really? What's that?

Would you mind if I learned more about the estate?

Well, I normally let Sarah deal

with the farms and everything.

But surely it would be good for us to know what's going on.

If only so that you could manage

if Lady Sarah were indisposed.

I agree it wouldn't be a bad idea.

I thought I'd ask Mr. Forester

to drive me around,

explain about the different tenancies,

as well as what we farm in hand.

I'd like to meet the tenant farmers and their wives.

Well, they'd certainly like to meet you.

What's this?

Uh, Gladys is curious about the estate.

She's going to get Forester to explain it all...

the tenants, the crops, you know.

Why?

I just want to understand how an English estate works.

Have you put her up to this?

Sarah, Gladys lives here now.

She's entitled to be interested.

We were curious downstairs as to why Miss Marian

has finished with Mr. Larry.

You really do know everything

that goes on in this house, don't you?

We try to. Yes, ma'am.

Well, I'm not the person to ask.

What I don't understand is why she took up

with him in the first place.

Is there something else?

There is, ma'am, but I don't want to bother you with it.

You'll find a way.

It's the footman, John, ma'am.

He seems to think he's to live on here as long as he wants,

when his circumstances have quite changed.

Don't remind me.

It's hard on the rest.

They're afraid he's taking advantage.

Are they?

You can see why they're not happy.

They feel belittled by his staying on here,

when he doesn't need the work.

He's just playacting when it's their real life.

Well, I'm sure he'll soon make other plans,

but since we do not know the size of his fortune,

I don't suppose we can simply throw him out on the street.

But we do know the size.

Well, I asked Bannister to inquire.

He did not give me an answer.

Perhaps he was fearful it might agitate you.

And I trust you are not?

He was paid $300,000.

What?

It is hard to believe there is a God in heaven

when such things happen on Earth.

Please ask Mrs. Forte to come to my room at once!

Mrs. Forte.

Agnes.

Agnes, are you all right?

No!

I have just heard news from which I may never recover.

This clock venture has earned

a tremendous amount of money for John.

We knew it was a success.

A $300,000 success?

Oh.

What do you plan to do about this?

Must I do anything?

Well, can't you see it's ridiculous?

I sit here nursing my ruin, while our footman

could buy us out in an hour and not notice the difference.

How am I responsible?

Well, all this is happening under your watch.

Manage your house.

It's my house when things go awry.

So it would seem.

And I do not wish to feel that I should hold out the dish

while my footman helps himself.

Hmm.

Clay has done this... he and Sage.

There are things in the coverage

that only Clay could have known.

- For you, sir. - Thank you, Jones.

What's happening now?

Shares of Russell Industries are starting to plummet.

That's not all.

The Merricks are pulling out.

Damn Clay! Damn him to hell!

- I should have had him killed. - I'm sure you don't mean that.

Are you?

Our two primary banks are teetering

on the brink of failure.

Everything I've built is on the verge of collapse.

We need to stabilize the stock.

- How? Without more capital... - I'll get the money.

But if we don't move quickly...

I said I'd find the money.

Mrs. Forte.

I hope this means you received my note.

Yes.

Did you feel a light breeze as you came in?

I believe I did.

That was your husband arriving to keep you company.

I'm so glad.

I have many questions for Mr. Forte.

He was so wise.

I miss his judgment very much.

Ask him.

Darling, I need your guidance.

I seem to be in charge of a house

that is falling apart.

I don't know what to do.

Mr. Forte says...

to follow your good, pure heart,

and that will lead you to make the right decisions.

Hmm.

He says to think

about his favorite biblical verse.

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart

and lean not unto thine own understanding.

Oh! He says, esattamente.

- Does he? - Yes.

How strange.

He couldn't speak Italian. He... he never learned it.

That's hard to believe of someone called Luca Forte.

Well, he... he wasn't called Luca.

His name was Luke Forte.

That was a misprint in "The Times," but I...

Ah.

Oh.

None of this is true, is it?

You just read his name in "The Times."

Mrs. Forte, I assure you...

You read the papers,

and you asked around, and...

the rest I've given you myself.

Stupid babbling fool that I am.

I would never ask around.

I loved my husband more than you can know.

And so I longed to believe

that there was a way I could still reach him.

And you can. Mr. Forte is here right now.

No, please. Please don't lie to me.

Please don't lie to me anymore!

I'm ashamed of my sentimental folly.

But you should be ashamed of your existence.

Dr. Kirkland.

This is very nice of you.

Please sit.

Miss Ellen, can we have some tea?

Um...

I mustn't take up too much of your time,

but I wanted to hear how you'd got on in Philadelphia.

Well, my main achievement was to persuade

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper to come and speak in Brooklyn.

Does she need all those names?

She's going to host a suffrage event here.

- Oh. - Do you expect a large crowd?

No, she does these smaller meetings

to introduce women to the cause

so that hopefully they'll spread the word.

It's a sort of ladies' tea but with a purpose.

Can men come, too, if they agree?

There are no rules against it,

but I'm not sure you'd be comfortable.

Ah. Well...

maybe you could include my mother.

Is Mrs. Kirkland interested in women's voting rights?

To be honest, it didn't seem so to me.

Well, she'll be interested in a women's gathering with tea.

Okay, well, we will, of course, invite her.

There is something I wanted to put straight...

- or try to, if you have time. - Of course.

That scene with Mr. Fortune...

You really don't have to explain.

No, I do.

Mr. Fortune gave me a job at "The Globe."

It was a wonderful opportunity,

and I am grateful for it to this day.

But in... in time, he...

he did become something more to me,

and I think he would say the same.

But as a married man, is he entitled to say the same?

I don't want to suggest that this was his fault.

It was both our faults.

If anyone, it was my fault saying yes

to accepting a new assignment.

You'll know that's not how I'd see it.

But we all have a past, and I'm glad you've told me.

Thank you.

I see now that we can't or shouldn't work together.

Which will save me

from having to engage in any more fisticuffs.

Is that a risk?

Oh, indeed.

When someone's as important in a man's life

as you are to me...

then I'm bound to fight if I must.

That's not everything...

It may not be, but I don't need everything.

What matters to me...

is the present.

Oh, Ada.

Ada.

My goodness.

Does this have to do with Marian and her beau?

It's Luke.

I-I feel so near to him...

So very near.

Of course you do.

Listen, Luke is everywhere you are...

because he's in your heart.

Thank you, Agnes.

Thank you.

Oh, darling.

I know you miss him.

So Forester's looked after you?

Mm-hmm. He's been so patient, for which I am really grateful.

And do you plan any changes?

Too early for that.

But there is an area by the bridge on the south lake

where I thought we might plant a copse

of indigenous English trees

and dedicate it to Her Majesty's 50th anniversary.

How charming, eh, Hector?

What's that?

The duchess is planning a new wood

to mark the queen's next anniversary.

Oh, no need.

Everything for that is already arranged.

Ladies.

I'm catching your eye.

Sarah.

Are you quite well?

Why shouldn't I be?

I thought when you stood without waiting for me,

you must be ill.

I'm so glad if I was wrong.

As I was saying,

your family must have been farming here for many years.

We were given the land by King William III

for doing up his shoelaces or something.

Well done.

What was that about?

Why did you stand without waiting for her?

I've always decided when the women go through.

That was before.

There was no duchess then.

Now there is one, and you should have waited.

I have always supported Negro suffrage.

Frederick Douglass and I believed deeply

in the urgency behind the 15th Amendment.

But, of course, men are not the only ones

with real claims to the vote.

Women deserve the right to the ballot, too.

- Yes. - Well said.

- Bravo. - Yes.

As women, I think we should be about God's work...

educating our children.

Leave the vote for the next generation.

I am the next generation,

and I think we should fight for it now.

Exactly. We have to keep pushing.

But aren't we trying to do too much too soon?

It's barely a minute since emancipation.

Let's fight to protect the rights

of our husbands to vote, hmm?

They will give us a voice in the government.

My husband's dead.

Do I still have a say in the government?

Complacency will yield nothing.

We need more voices like yours, Miss Scott.

It's not going to happen all at once.

It's best to pick our battles.

I respectfully disagree.

We must act so that we have a voice.

Ah, I don't know.

In my day,

a ladies' tea would consist of sharing recipes,

talking about our children.

I'm sorry.

I thought William would have told you

that this was a suffrage meeting.

Sometimes my son leaves out the details.

Mrs. Harper, we are so grateful for your time.

I'm curious to know how you manage it all.

You have children, yes?

Well, now that they're grown

and I don't have a husband to look after,

there's more time to write and pursue this cause.

I see.

I want to finish a letter before dinner.

Bannister...

one minute.

It has come to my attention that you knew what John made,

but you chose not to tell me.

Well, ma'am, I...

He thought it might interfere with your digestion, Mama.

I know it's played havoc with mine.

Bannister, I want you to know

we all support John and wish him well,

and we do not seek to pry into his secrets.

I do.

Thank you, Bannister.

But what do you plan to do about John,

or are you happy to share your house

with a Rockefeller in livery?

Oscar.

It does seem odd, Aunt Ada.

And is it right for John?

Ah...

let me think about it.

I don't think she enjoyed herself.

Didn't you tell her what this meeting was about?

Ah, she wouldn't have come if she knew.

Well, she does not believe in women's suffrage...

not now anyway,

not when the colored man's vote is under threat on every side.

Well, she has a point.

Yes, she has a point, but it's not the main point.

Hmm.

What we need is for every adult...

colored, white, man, woman... to have the vote.

You all believe in justice wherever your priorities lie.

Hmm.

Anyway, it won't have hurt her

to hear Miss Harper's views...

And yours.

Mrs. Kirkland has asked for her purse.

Hmm. I'm sure she has.

I understand that you find Miss Scott

interesting and forceful, certainly forceful.

Do you see her finding time in her busy life

to support your work, to run your house,

to rear your children?

I'd be proud of a wife who fought for reform and equality.

No.

You'd be proud of a woman who fought for those things.

A wife is something different.

I'm too ambitious, too busy, too committed.

Oh, and I'm not the right color.

Well, she's not the only one with reservations.

Your father and I like William, but when you marry,

you take on the whole family.

Are you sure you're ready for that?

I have to be.

Mama...

I feel more for him...

Than I've ever felt before.

I'm glad to hear it.

But is he strong enough, do you think,

to take on his mother and fight for his wife?

Mm.

That's what you need to be sure of.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I thought you'd all gone to bed.

Oh.

I came for the lamps, but I can get them later.

If you could stay for just a minute

and please sit.

I gathered the payment for the clock has been received.

Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Van Rhjin and I believe it's time

you made your way in the world.

Y-you mean hand in my notice?

Your life is different now, John,

in a good way, a fine way,

through your own hard work.

It's praiseworthy.

There's nothing sad about it.

Except this house is the closest thing to a home

I've ever known.

The people I work with have been like my family.

I've never had that before.

And they'll go on being your family

and taking pride in you.

So you think it's wrong for me to continue as your footman?

Not wrong, exactly, but somehow not quite truthful.

You've made a different place

for yourself in the world, a good place.

And now it's time for you to occupy it.

We're all so very proud of you.

I'll leave tomorrow morning if you really think it's best.

I do.

And so will you when you've had time to consider it.

I hope so, ma'am.

But I'll miss you.

I'll miss everyone.

And, John...

We're all very proud.

- There you are, sir. - Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

- I got your message. - So I see.

Here is your ticket to Sandusky...

and $100.

What?

I steal everything you have, and you give me $100.

And a ticket to Ohio.

But why?

I don't know exactly.

But it seems to me...

I was ready to spend my life with you.

Surely I should get you out of trouble now...

or I should try to, at least.

You're a strange man.

Where did you find the money?

I'm working.

I'm a-a broker again...

despite certain setbacks.

Mm.

Now, you'd, uh... you'd better go,

or you'll miss your train.

I don't know how to thank you.

No.

No, don't try.

- But stay away from New York... - Mm.

And find a better life.

All aboard!

All aboard!

Miss Brook.

Will you please give this to Mr. Russell

- when he returns from Morenci? - Of course.

It may be some time. You wouldn't rather cable him?

No. The letter explains things properly.

Goodbye, Mrs. Bauer.

You... you have been very good to me in my years here...

so good.

Oh, Jack. I hate to see you go.

Thank you, Mr. Bannister.

You'll let us know when you settle.

I'll be at a hotel first.

Mistress likes the Brunswick on Fifth Avenue.

It's very grand.

You might try Merchants' Hotel

on Cortlandt near Wall Street.

It's quite reasonable.

- I will. - Mm.

Have you nothing to say, Miss Armstrong?

He's done well.

Good luck to him.

I suppose that's more than you've ever said before.

Bridget, could I have a minute?

What is it?

After I'm gone, will you give these to everyone?

There's one for all of you and the ladies upstairs.

Of course.

You'll keep in touch and let us know where you'll be.

I will.

Goodbye, Bridget.

Goodbye, Jack.

I've tried every bank in New York.

I've even cabled my contacts in London.

No one is willing to part with a shilling.

And Mr. Morgan?

He hasn't even answered.

He said there would be chaos, and he wasn't wrong.

If this triggers a panic,

it could be 1873 all over again.

If you've exhausted all other avenues...

perhaps you should consider

selling the Illinois shares to Risley Sage.

Never.

I refuse to let that spineless turncoat, Richard Clay,

- be the instrument of my demise. - I'm only suggesting.

There is no compromise, Mr. Brinkley.

If I can't save my company...

Then I'll let it burn.

Well, I've given the letter for Larry to Mr. Church,

so I suppose it's done now.

Oh, Marian.

I wish there was another way.

Clearly there isn't.

But Marian has handled the situation

as she should have, and we ought to commend her.

Apologies for not having informed you sooner,

but I have a meeting at the Union Club.

Your presence at our table is so infrequent,

perhaps you should only inform us

when you will be joining us.

Didn't you already bring the morning mail?

John, the footman, asked these be delivered to you.

Well, what's going on?

But what is this?

Oh, this is so much more than we lent him.

He's very grateful for our help, and he wants to show it.

I wish I'd lent him some.

I only hope that... that Armstrong

didn't drive him away.

Oh, I don't think so, ma'am.

We all knew that John needed to move forward with his life,

and so did he.

Thank you, Bannister.

Imagine that.

I have distributed the envelopes upstairs,

so I suppose we should open ours.

Oh, at last.

If I had to wait another minute, I think I'd burst.

I expect he's just returning our investment in his patent.

- Mm. - Oh.

Oh, this is 20 times what I gave him.

I don't understand. Why have I got one?

I never gave him anything.

'Cause he's a lovely, generous young man,

which you never saw.

This is beyond generous,

but given the man we know Jack to be, not surprising.

Oh, when I think

of the young boy who first came here.

I'm bursting with pride!

Fawkes said you wanted to see me.

I'd like a word before I go.

What is it, Andre?

The cases are in the carriage, madam.

Thank you.

Gladys will miss you. She's loved having you here.

Try to value her, Hector.

She has a good heart and a good mind,

and she can help you in many ways.

I'm sure that's true.

But let her see that this is her house now... yours and hers.

Sarah doesn't mean any harm.

She may not, but she causes it.

Face her down now, and she'll be fine.

Leave the reins in her hands, and misery lies ahead.

- I'll do my best. - Your best is all that I ask.

And if I were you, I'd get Adelheid back as her maid.

I'll see what I can do.

There you are. The carriage is waiting.

Will Gladys go to the station with you,

or might it be best to get the sobbing done first?

I think Gladys should decide where she wants to say goodbye.

Don't you agree, Hector?

I certainly do.

I've been staring at these until I'm blue in the face.

Details of the mistress's wardrobe,

details of Miss Gladys's wardrobe,

subjects discussed between Mr. and Mrs. Russell

about what they both think about Mr. Larry,

about Miss Brook.

- What are you saying? - It has to be Miss Andre.

Don't you think?

So what happens now?

We must find a time to convince Mr. Church,

and then we can all tackle Mrs. Russell

when she gets back.

It's better to say goodbye here.

I'm so proud of the woman you're becoming, Gladys.

Just remember who you are.

I like this new version of Oscar van Rhijn.

You think I was foolish.

I think you were kind.

I didn't get the money back.

She wasn't to blame, not really.

Crowther was the thief,

and he tricked her just like he tricked you.

So we're both Crowther's victims.

Aren't you?

She probably won't change her ways, but she might.

And if she does, it will be you she has to thank.

Well done.

Are you pleased with your investment?

Very.

I'll invest more.

- Just like that? - Just like that.

You've defied the odds.

This is where we part.

I'll see you on Tuesday,

where I will produce Mr. Hightower

for you to charm into becoming your latest lucky client.

You are my savior.

I, uh...

I thank you with all my heart.

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