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Perseus, Cassiopeia, Andromeda.

Are you looking at me?

What is it?

What is it?

You will get your head out of that separated manuscript bed, please!

Now!

This dog is really sick.

Yesterday, the day before yesterday.

The day before yesterday.

Oh, God!

Wish us a spin, sir.

Oh, you're a mother.

Would you do something for her?

I have something to tell you.

What?

William Rodney is coming.

Is he coming?

Oh, is he?

I'm older than you, I know more of the world than you.

Did I ever mention I'm related to William the Conqueror?

I'm older than you, I know more of the world than you.

Did I ever mention I'm related to William the Conqueror?

Oh.

Ah, William Rodney, dear boy.

Courage.

Women are a mountain to die on.

Right.

She's in the parlour.

I haven't slept.

Go forth and conquer.

No.

No?

You're my oldest friend.

But I don't want to marry you.

I saw you in the bath when I was six.

Exactly.

No!

You mean no as in no, or no as in no-no?

Yes.

No!

We've known each other our entire lives.

We'd be respected.

I have other plans.

Catherine, there comes a time in one's life when

one sets plans aside for a place in society.

Like my mother.

Brother!

What am I?

The last pickle in the jar.

Cousin.

You are the loveliest pickle in the jar.

Willie, you're ridiculous.

Are you done writing yet?

I'm on page 597.

And how long have you been writing that now?

Fifteen years.

So is that around 39 pages a year?

Around three pages a month.

Well, a father's life is very complicated.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do about that.

Will you get up before they get the wrong idea?

Now listen, I need you to do something for me.

We could both be amateurs.

Me a poet and you an astrologer.

Astronomer?

Yes, astronomer, sorry.

You can't be walking around in the dead of night unchaperoned.

It is modern.

See?

You already want a divorce.

No, I want to convince you.

Please.

I have a surprise.

What is it?

I need you to just go and recite your beautiful poetry.

Where?

In here.

No, no, no, no.

I don't want to.

You'll go.

Your answer, I don't want to.

Here we are.

So...

I'll go get that for you.

Oh, I can come and help.

Hello.

Hello.

Tea?

Well...

I think she's just gone for a bit of a mull.

Sit.

Sit.

Cousin, I feel your garden would be much improved by the

presence of a small ornamental pond with a Chinese duck.

It would lighten the spirit, sir.

Chinese duck.

I wrote a poem once about mallards.

Did you?

What rhymes with mallard?

Not a great deal, but fortunately, quite a lot rhymes with duck.

What?

I mean...

What have I done to deserve a daughter?

Cousin Kit.

Oh, wow.

You look handsome in my suit, don't you?

Look at you.

Don't call me Kit.

What a man called Catherine.

Where are we going?

Scythe?

I have done it.

What?

With your normal admirer?

No.

I didn't think my scope was big enough, but I think I discovered a yardstick.

A cosmic yardstick.

That sounds rather painful.

You just need to run the couch and publish it.

Well, what's stopping you?

What is the greatest problem that we face today?

Poverty?

Prejudice?

A pending war in Europe?

We don't understand our place in the universe.

Who are we?

Where are we?

Are we the centre of everything?

Or are we a pinprick in a system so colossal we never understand it?

I am blinded by your intellect, but honestly, I often don't know what...

Ah, the Astronomical Society.

Hence the suit.

I understand now.

Do I look ridiculous?

No, you look dashing.

Show me.

Yes, uh...

So I can see Lady Margot Huggins.

No women.

No, no, no.

You've misunderstood.

Son, that's her.

She's co-signatory with her husband on dozens of rhetorical papers.

I suspect she secretly wrote them all.

You have an honour, remember, and this is a vote on women!

And I said no women!

Oh!

Welcome, sir.

Thank you.

Welcome, sir.

Thank you.

Go on.

Find a way, Kit.

Get it published.

Chop-chop.

Life is but a side.

Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, please.

Gentlemen, we are convened today as the Astronomical Society,

to vote on whether women are should be allowed to become fellows.

No, no, no!

This is a serious institution!

For serious men!

I'm just going to lay parky flooring.

And serve sherry at the door.

I don't want to see a dog in space!

Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, sir, as you know, I am an equitable man.

And if there was a way to believe that women could

expand our knowledge and understanding of the universe,

I would be as happy as anyone.

All those in favour, raise your hand to support the motion.

One, two, three...

Sorry?

One, two, three...

Seven!

Seven.

For God's sake!

Support the motion, gentlemen.

There are women doing the most brilliant science.

Does their brilliance threaten you?

Who are you?

Would you fear being bested by them?

Is that it?

Sit down!

Gentlemen...

My...

My cousin has a...

Passionate...

One day, women will be let in.

That's easy, I know.

Bigots, baboons and byzantines.

All those against...

The motion is...

Difficult.

We're in the wrong century, kid.

You'll probably get the vote before I do.

And maybe dogs will become Prime Minister.

Is this a prank?

Well?

Catherine?

Pray tell.

Father, it's time.

What a cross-dressing.

Are you...

I just...

Want to study.

Absolutely out of the question.

You're marrying, you'll be a wife.

Cyril put you up to it, did he?

No.

Well, I forbid you to see him.

Who are you to forbid me?

I'm your father.

I'm the master of this house.

Did William Rodney propose to you?

Of course, yes.

You were too bloody stupid to say yes to him.

What this rubbish got.

No, no, no, you...

No more precarity.

Now you live in my house.

You live by my rules.

My rules.

My rules.

You live by my own rules.

It's getting lost, the surprise.

I wasn't lost.

The map was upside down.

It is an easy mistake to make.

I hate blasted surprises.

Could you just cheer up, please?

Right, it should be just up here.

Ah.

This won't take long.

They say you might be able to see the comet tonight.

Really?

To a wider morrow, Ways that are weary, Days that are dreary Toil

and pain, my fair, ye have borne Hail, hail, victors we stand

Wearing the wreath that the brave have worn.

And so I said to that copper, Let me

through and take your hands off my breasts,

And you dropped me like a stone right in front of number ten.

I wasn't finished there.

I said, when I get the vote, I'll be the one wearing

the trousers And you'll be free to do the ironing.

Well, I'll iron your shirt any time, Mary Dutchess.

You put a bit of starch on them, too.

I will do my best.

Oh, that's it.

You give me faith in the human race.

Ah, our star guest at tonight's free

discussion of everything, Mr William Rodney.

And metaphor in Elizabethan culture.

You look like someone's stolen your bicycle.

Thank you very much, Dutchess.

Thatchet.

Thatchet.

Thatchet.

Thank you.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen And ladies and gentlemen's trousers.

Um, well, why I am here...

Catherine, this is for you.

Biting my truant heart.

Beating myself for spite.

Fool, said my muse to me, Look in thy heart and write The words

of Sir Philip Sidney's epic poem Astrophil, the

love-struck stargazer, And Stella, his unresponsive

star.

For any of the etymologically inclined, Astrophil, of course, from

the Greek, No doubt as well alluding to Sir Philip's Christian

Philophile.

Philophile.

Philophile.

Not Philophile.

That would mean another people called Philip.

Blasted fog.

God damn it.

God has little to do with it.

The culprits are coal fires and factory owners.

Who are you?

Who are you?

What are you doing up here?

Same as you.

Avoiding the bourgeoisie.

Ouch.

They are radical.

Not that radical.

Are you one of them?

No.

I'm here against my own will.

A hostage?

Maybe.

Can I help?

A woman who knows what she wants.

A woman who knows what she wants.

Is it my English?

No, your English is perfect.

Then trust me.

I'm not trusting strangers on rooftops.

Not least ones with...

holes in their waistcoat.

A small one.

Are appearances that important to you?

No.

I apply caution.

Is that why you're on a rooftop with a cracked telescope?

Is that why you're up here hiding from a bunch of Valkyrie?

Valkyrie?

Be careful.

No, you be careful.

I liked what you said.

Really?

Just the kind of traditional speech no one has the courage to make anymore.

Thank you.

Can we go?

I made up my mind.

Sydney had a sister.

I'm sure Shakespeare had one.

I'd venture that Anon has written so many poems.

There's always someone's bloody sister.

In science, women write anonymously.

It's as though you're suggesting that everything unnamed is written by a woman.

And what if it is?

Women are far more interesting, inventive, clever.

Well, I'm not disputing that.

I'm just saying that...

Mr. Rodney, I advise retreat.

Right.

Thank you.

Wait.

Come and see me at my office.

Ask me again.

What?

Ask me again.

Does this mean yes?

You know what?

I would go down on one knee, but the floor's filthy.

Come on, before I change my mind.

Darling, should we make each other happy for the rest of our lives?

Yes.

But under one condition.

Ugh.

Why is it always one thing with you?

Come on.

If it relates to the consummation, I've had some thoughts.

Time and low-level lighting.

Those are our allies.

Catherine!

Enjoy the moment, boy.

Women are at their kindest.

When you're engaged is when you're married.

Good happiness.

Congratulations to both.

Just won't die alone.

Yes.

The factory.

Mary's factory.

Up on the right.

Thank you.

Miss Kilbury!

You said to stop behind.

You made it.

Have you heard?

We have Salford.

That's great news.

Would you let me show you around?

Yes, of course.

This is where you work?

We'll need handbills for Salford Sally.

They're only on the front.

So this is where we make all of the banners and the placards.

We're marching on Parliament in a few weeks.

And this is where we print our leaflets.

Can you give me a hand?

Thank you.

They need to be divided up and then tied individually.

Like this?

Yeah.

What's that?

I'm marrying William Rodney.

Why?

So I can work.

He's not that bad.

And he's my oldest friend.

Beth?

What is this?

An eye test?

Far too small.

I want to apply to Cambridge.

So?

I need to prove my thesis.

I need a lab.

There's a lot of equipment.

It's easy.

It's not easy.

It is.

Study here.

I've got

it.

Stop.

Catherine, coming down.

Sue!

You got my note.

I thought we were forbidden from seeing each other.

So, it's true.

William the Bloody Conqueror's family conquered you, then?

Yes, but that's not why I wanted to see you.

Sorry, I...

I need a reference.

For what?

Cambridge.

We are a...

a pinprick in a croquet lawn in a universe the size of England.

I can't marry him, Kate.

Look around you.

Imagine London is our galaxy.

Are you listening to me, Kate?

Look, you will find someone that you love.

You will.

Do you see that billboard there?

Kate, this is important.

This is important.

Imagine that motor is a cluster of stars.

I can guess they're all roughly the same distance from me.

What I can't say exactly is how far away they are.

Now, they pulse from dim to bright.

What's more, the speed at which they do so is a function of their actual brightness.

The longer the period, the brighter the star.

Huh.

Now, take that drunken champagne drinker.

Count the period at which he pulses.

One, two, three.

The same as the blinking motor.

So why is he dimmer?

Uh, he's not very clever.

I don't know.

Um, he is further away.

Because we know that something twice as dim must be four times as far away.

And suddenly, I can leap and jump across the heavens using Drunken Moondance.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Si, I need a reference.

Oh, uh, I wanted to tell you, um, I'm not coming home for Christmas.

What?

I...

I'm in love.

Again?

I wanted to tell you because I know that you hate Stogdon.

I...

Sorry, uh, what do you mean, again?

You fall in love, disappear for six months, and

then you come crawling back with your heart broken.

It's madness.

No, that's not how it is.

That's not how it...

This is different.

It is, it's...

You're not being fair.

No, you're not being fair.

You were the only good thing about Christmas.

You're blushing like a schoolgirl.

You can't do this to yourself.

You're being cruel.

And discounting love will get you nowhere.

You can't measure it.

You can't understand it.

It's mysterious, it's...

And until you accept that, this is important to me.

Katherine.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Why can't you accept that I have finished?

Because it's 600 pages long!

It's published in Encyclopedia.

Your first life was very complex.

Look, look, it's absolutely...

Oh, no, don't start now with the bloody...

Will, the two of you, stop!

Hmm?

What are you doing here?

I live here.

What are you doing here?

I work here.

You work?

Yes.

You work for my father?

Uh, well, yes.

Um, editor, yes.

Rudolph!

Editor!

Editor!

Uh, it's wasteful.

Oh, nonsense, Rudy.

You're a kraut.

By the way, this is, uh, my daughter, Mrs. Katherine.

No, bear with me.

No, honestly, he's here.

He will assist you.

Aren't you?

Perfect.

Sometimes you are impossible.

I wish you had said something before.

Oh, bless her!

That's what he does.

You'll thank me, honestly.

Rudolph!

Thank you, Rudy.

Yes, yes.

Whatever your name is.

All right.

Follow me.

I've done well.

Right.

You recalcitrant little bugger.

Let me have a look at you.

Mr. Estaket.

Reference, reference, reference.

Reference, reference, reference.

Hey, Margaret.

Could I come in?

Go away.

I'm coming in.

At last.

Could I come in?

Shut the door.

So sorry.

I thought you said come in.

You're in now.

What is it you want?

Ten.

Ten minutes.

Well, I suppose I should offer you tea, but I don't do that sort of thing.

I'm not here for tea.

I think I've discovered a theory of variable stars.

Why do you think this room is being emptied?

We had to send the telescope back to the British

Society because my husband became too ill to use it.

But you've got a signatory on dozens of papers.

I know.

I've read them all.

Well, my husband couldn't afford an assistant.

I'm applying to Cambridge for physics and then astronomy.

I need a referee.

If it's astronomy you want, then help your husband with his studies.

Guide him.

Author him.

Shape his ideas.

No.

I can't.

I can't do that.

Oh, this one.

We wrote.

This one, well, I pretty much wrote.

But we wrote.

Nobody wants a woman in science.

Trust me.

Margaret!

I'm sorry it's been so hard for you.

You can change things.

You're brilliant.

You'll find out soon enough.

Mrs. Hilbury seems capable.

If I hear one more word about a woman being capable, I hear.

I suppose I could, um, trim.

Edit.

Yes, yes, absolutely.

Absolutely.

Make it, make it more, um, short.

Short.

I want my wife back.

It'll all be saintly hogwash anyway.

Wait.

I know what you're doing.

Cutting away.

What?

Her life's work.

Making it all go away, like men do.

Wait.

You're engaged.

What's it to you?

Why are you so angry?

Her life's work being passed around like some

screaming child no one wants anything to do with.

He doesn't care.

He just wants her serving the tea and ringing the bell and cutting the flowers.

Being the wife.

You have this all wrong.

There are few choices here.

We always have a choice.

Do we?

You invagled me.

What does that mean?

What the hell are you doing?

Come on.

Work to be done.

Chop, chop.

It's Rafe, sir.

Come on, Rafe.

I think

I've done it.

Then Denham said, he said, imagine the elephant.

And I did.

I did.

I started to see the trunk and the ears, the horns.

At first it was almost as if it was through mist or a fog.

And then all the writing that shouldn't be in the work just seemed to melt away.

Oh.

What are you talking about?

Good morning.

Where's Rexy?

Well, it's not here.

American girl discovers a cosmic ear stick.

He said, cut away everything that isn't elephant.

Everything that isn't elephant.

Everything that isn't elephant.

The book.

Use the napkin.

Catherine.

Catherine, will you?

What are you?

No.

What are you doing?

Stop it.

A little bit.

Look, you.

No.

Catherine, Catherine.

For goodness sake.

That's your property.

You know your father treats that as his property and no one's allowed to touch it.

You actually ripped it.

I'm going to go and get Rexy to clear up that egg.

There will be other discoveries.

And at least there was a woman.

Now it's bloody Christmas.

Come on, everybody loves Christmas.

Even an old communist like me.

You don't know the Ottoways.

They're a whole different species.

In my kind of hell, the Ottoways have stopped it.

You know the Ottoways?

Well, in that case, I have a surprise.

I hate surprises.

Our first Christmas.

Ring-ding-a-ling.

Ring-ding-a-ling.

Would you like fries?

No.

Dates aren't pleasant.

Some cheese?

Don't bring yourself.

Don't ever bring yourself.

It's a joke.

I mean, it's...

It's not quite funny.

Out of the door!

Amnesia.

We're pregnant.

This is my cousin, Cassandra.

How do you do?

You are a poet, are you not?

Oh, um...

Well, I've written a few verses.

Some short stories.

Dog-doggerall.

I wait for the second lift.

See you shortly.

Oh, what fun.

Cassandra, actually.

A Trojan princess.

Named after William the Conqueror.

Oh, that's...

Impressive.

Hooray!

Here we are.

Come on, as soon as they arrive.

So, uh...

How much longer are we going to give this, Catherine?

Down in a square.

Why don't you come with me?

I'm going north for Christmas.

Will there be stone cake?

Probably not.

But there will be trifle.

What's trifle?

Cream, and jelly, and custard.

Okay, I'm coming.

Okay.

Glorious, isn't she?

Parnicus, Newton, and Kit Hilbury.

We'll all be dead next time Hanny pays us a visit.

A great star fell from the heavens.

And it burned so bright like a torch.

And it fell onto a third of all the rivers and all the streams.

And there were no more.

Papa?

Did you see it?

I did.

Rather interesting.

Kit?

Kit?

Yes?

William is very lovely.

You're so lucky.

He's sensitive.

Is he?

Kit?

Kit?

We're cutting the tree.

Have you forgotten?

No.

I received the invitation to a publication.

I didn't receive the invitation.

I don't want to talk about it.

You're rattling my nerves.

Can I let you in on a little secret?

Yes?

I'm thinking of writing a Christmas lyric.

Please tell.

What, now?

Yes.

I wander.

I wander and I ponder.

As I grow fonder, of a young lady called...

One can let the muse carry one away.

Christmas does that to one, doesn't it?

So it does.

Cyril!

Oh, Cyril!

Cyril!

I didn't think you was coming.

Cyril!

I'm going to meet you.

My saviour!

Thank God.

You used me as a reference.

What?

Hello, little ones.

I've got some treats for you inside.

I'll see you in a minute.

Yeah.

No.

What?

You have an interview, kid.

Catherine.

You have an interview.

Well, well, well.

The prodigal son returns.

Father.

Welcome home, son.

Then you came into the drawing room.

Well, I shall have them set one more place for dinner.

There he is.

Cyril.

How lovely to see you.

Catherine must be thrilled.

Season's greetings, Cyril.

Cyril.

I'm so sorry.

You were my only option.

You got an interview.

Look.

Oh, yes.

It's that scary woman from the meeting.

Surprise.

This is my brother, the vicar.

Did I ever tell you I love cows?

Me too.

Hello.

A daughter to be married.

Yes, there's a book to be published.

Yes, and now you're here.

It really is such a bore that one can only marry once.

What?

Please be

seated.

We are gathered here today to celebrate the birth of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Jesus was an Immaculate Conception, and this

makes us part of the concept of enjoyment.

This is my third Christmas anniversary.

Third?

Yes.

For indeed, where does it say that our Lord was King?

You're so busy looking at the stars, you can't see what's right in front of you.

Francis, Francis.

Desist.

Oh, get off.

The last thing we need is another Nancy at the table.

What's a Nancy?

What?

Oh.

Son, forgive me, I misspoke.

No, no.

More of a Freudian slip.

Nanny.

I mean, we don't need another nanny at the table.

But good question.

What is a Nancy?

Boy wants to know.

Anyone?

Well, in France, it's a city.

A Nancy is someone that runs off to Vienna,

simply to be with all the other Nancies.

Whereas a man, a man, he stands tall, shoulders back and his head held high.

That's what a man is prepared to do his duty.

A man's prepared to go to war for his family, for his country.

Well, a Nancy can't do that.

Because a Nancy isn't a man.

Oh, he realizes I'm talking about the surprise I know, I'm sure.

Is it true?

I thought you knew.

I'm convinced that life is only meaningful when it is motivated by a great idea.

And in my case, that is love, Father.

Every man has a right to that, Father.

And when we read what we want, when we love who we

want, when we know what we want, only then will we truly

be free.

I should sit down, if I were you.

Well, let him go.

He didn't want to be here anyway.

I think it's time for dessert.

He slipped.

He fucking slipped.

For heaven's sake.

Something happened.

Sarah!

Sarah, come

on.

Are you alright?

Please, no.

Get up.

Stop it.

Stop.

Get up.

No!

No!

No!

You must bring the staff.

To him, glory forever and ever.

I can't.

Take your glove off.

It's not what I need.

What?

I can't bury you.

Yeah.

Bill.

Of course your father won't be happy.

Let's not tell him for now.

You.

You.

My cousin.

Come in.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I couldn't see what was right to remember me.

Why didn't you tell me?

He wanted to.

Was he afraid?

No.

He was love.

You understand it's quite the opposite.

He tried to tell me about you but I wouldn't listen.

When people spat at us.

When they swore.

He said it was their jealousy that made them do it.

When they punched us.

He would tell me that they're the ones that are hurt.

He was so brave.

He was generous.

He was kind.

He.

He was magnificent in his love.

He'd say that life is but a sign.

See I never knew what he meant.

Life is but a sign.

My problem is now I can't ask him.

Nothing you can wrap your head around means anything without love.

He'd want you to have this.

I can't take that.

Please.

I'm going back north.

Mr Hilbry?

Yes.

Mr Kit Hilbry?

Yes.

My dear girl this is a physics tripos.

I applied here.

It's the physics tripos.

I suppose as you've come all this way.

Sit.

Please.

Your pure mathematics paper was elegant.

Impressive.

Self-taught?

Libraries taught me and I taught myself.

Now for your other essay.

Some thoughts on standard candle stars and the size of the universe.

We'd be very small.

Only we're not.

That's very entertaining.

Assuming that all variable stars in a nebula are of similar actual brightness.

Yes.

Those that are dimmer must be further away.

We've all read this one leopard paper.

Of course.

How you extrapolate to what you think is the true size of the universe?

The mathematics.

It's sound.

The outcome is not.

We'd be a pinprick in the galaxy surrounded by who knows how many others.

Yes.

Science is based on the best available guess.

Grounded in facts.

Not wild impossibilities.

Cut from the skies.

At least this is what we teach here.

I have plates.

And...

Calculations to prove my thesis.

We have our own Cambridge telescope.

I know my scope is not strong.

I know it's too small.

Anyway, we don't let women use the scope.

No lavatories.

No lavs.

It's man only.

You mean toilets?

Women don't direct their own research.

I could build one.

I could build one if lavatories are such impediments to progress.

And I could build the Taj Mahal.

But frankly, I don't have the time.

Please stop wasting ours.

Thank you very much.

What was she thinking?

No more brutality!

No more brutality!

You're wrong.

I'm going to study.

And women will come to this college.

As surely as the earth revolves around the sun.

And so it moves.

One day, scientific advances will prove me right.

We are tiny.

Much smaller than we could ever think we are.

We are nothing.

A speck.

A mote of dust in this great mystery of a universe.

Throwing gigantic white rabbits from its hat.

One day, all of this will vanish.

All of this...

This brick and mortar and prejudice and dogma.

All of it will vanish.

And there will be a new world.

And there will be women in science.

And there will be lavatories too.

And when there is...

When we do...

You will think back on this day.

And you will remember...

That you destroyed a talent.

Willfully.

Blindly.

Because you would rather I get married.

Just give me a chance.

Don't be stuck in the last century, Janice.

Women are coming to Cambridge.

Now we're in the future.

But it will happen.

Good luck.

There'll be other chances.

Other ways.

The art of humanity bends towards equality.

It will happen.

Come in.

Mama?

Ah, kid.

We are nearly there.

And we found a title.

Oh, Mr. Denham, will you tell her what elephant is in Persian?

Phil, Miss Severy.

It is Phil.

Here.

Was this...

You do right from the heart, miss.

Yes, and...

A letter for Miss Helby, sir.

Oh, thank you.

A letter from Cambridge.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There it is.

This is my animal.

I will not tolerate any more of this animal.

Do you know the virtues of Christmas?

Oh, yes.

They say she's one of them.

Where is she?

Catherine?

She has such an elodious and whimsical personality.

Catherine?

I was like that once.

Were you?

Yes.

Rudy, have you seen my daughter?

That you, sir?

That you?

Who could say that?

More female.

Bloody lunacy.

Oh, who is it?

Mr. Hubbard.

I have a good sense.

Amazing.

You must be proud.

Proud?

Subjective.

Disobedient.

Where have you seen her?

A briefly.

Well, where is she?

Oh, she passed by.

Perhaps she was going to get changed.

This is Miss Helby.

Very cute.

And Miss Helby?

Catherine?

Is this angle appealing?

I do need to sit up.

Rodney.

Rodney.

Come over here.

You and Catherine must be front and centre.

Absolutely.

Sir?

Yes?

I'm afraid there's an event.

Someone has taken us.

Catherine is like a sister.

This is not the appropriate moment.

I just don't have the time for this.

Please, please.

No need for practice.

If you could just move to the side, please.

No, this is not the correct position.

We're going to have to get back.

We're not here.

I'm trying to look pretty.

I don't mind.

You just sit here.

I think you deserve it.

No, you can't be there.

Please.

Together now.

Just once.

Oh, you adventurer.

You two-faced weasel-wanderer.

You've abused my daughter.

You've ruined my good name.

Okay then, sir.

Hello?

We can discuss this later.

Please, together now.

I'm sorry.

Where have you been?

Hello?

Good boy.

Good boy.

Can you see Rex?

Yes.

Please.

Together now.

Ralph, please.

Ralph has to be in here.

Ralph has to be in here as well.

I want an excuse.

Yes, please.

Please.

Just all bloody hurry up and get in the photograph.

Will you please get in the photograph?

Kathleen.

We're no longer engaged.

And do not move.

If anybody moves, they die.

Together now.

Just once.

Stand there.

No, please.

Please.

I'm trying to organize everybody.

And one.

Sir, can I just say, I've always had the utmost respect for you.

And...

Oh!

Is the dog dead?

No!

Rexy!

Oh, dear God.

Oh, you're all fired.

She's not alive.

Excuse me.

I know many of you have waited a long time for this.

Yes.

My father was a great man of letters.

I am a mere woman of fictions.

No one knew father better.

I have all the facts.

And yet, what I know...

I hazard that biography really is a kind of fiction.

It was this young man here, Mr. Denham, my

editor, who told me that truth isn't singular.

No one owns it.

Everyone has their own version of it.

And thanks to this young man, I wouldn't change a word of it.

Everyone's truth is the house they live in.

It seems you've enchanted me.

Is it impossible for you to imagine that a man may want to support a woman's success?

Look at her.

The man dazzled her.

And then it took her 28 years to discover her genius.

I can't afford it.

Let the rest of it yourself, Catherine.

Call me Kit.

Congratulations.

That's what I always wanted.

We will speak anon, not now.

I can't speak anon.

Mr. Denham, would you congratulate Mr. Denham?

Well done.

I gave you a decent home, decent education, and a half-decent fiancé.

You've torn me apart.

Do you think that a man wants to be with a woman who works?

Times have moved on since you met Mama.

Your mother has been a grand success.

There she is.

Oh, darling.

Oh, well, shall we frame it?

Um, we could put it in the lavatory.

Oh, what an honour.

Yes, time passes.

What are you

off to?

Halftime.

Cater, always do.

Just me, Mummy, and the dogs.

Lovely.

I will be dreaming of some, but I'll be needy from books.

Smart.

Have fun, Kit.

It might suit you.

Come on, Harold.

He seems to respect a woman.

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

Oh.

Follow me.

I wanted to say I'm going to Persia.

You mean, goodbye?

Luckily, I speak Farsi enough to be useful.

I volunteered to map the Darbansar.

That sounds a lot.

They're owning up Germans.

What a mess.

Darbansar.

They have an observatory there.

I know.

I thought about you.

A lot.

You did?

I was wrong.

Wrong?

Love didn't factor into my calculation.

Love?

I think that's what Sarah was trying to tell me.

I don't want to discount my...

You won't.

That's the tussle.

The tangle.

In my heart.

Well, let me know who wins.