Original subtitles

♪ ♪

Still persisting with your sugar boycott?

Are you not biting the hand that feeds you?

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CHARLOTTE: It seems Mr. Colbourne

is a better man than I'd given him credit for.

He is just grieving his late wife.

LENNOX: Her name was Lucy.

Colbourne stole her from me.

And then he destroyed her.

BEATRICE (quietly): The Army are running up vast amounts of credit.

The shopkeepers are up in arms.

ALISON: Captain Carter spoke of

his brave actions at Bidassoa.

Did he now?

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(horses snorting)

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(snorting)

CARTER: Colonel.

May I beg a moment of your time later?

I have an important matter to discuss.

Of course, Captain.

What was so important?

I shall require his permission, Fraser,

if I am to ask for Miss Heywood's hand.

(horse nickers)

Look, Charlotte.

Do you suppose my captain is among them?

CHARLOTTE: Your captain?

He is mine.

His letters leave no room for doubt.

And I am his.

How can you be certain?

After so brief an acquaintance?

I know he has the soul of a poet.

And he's handsome and brave;

a man who saved 50 soldiers

from drowning. Drowning.

Yes, you have mentioned it, but...

Sometimes it's hard to gain a sense

of a man's true character.

One may form an impression, and then

hear something which counteracts it.

Charlotte?

Yesterday, Colonel Lennox told me something

deeply troubling about Mr. Colbourne.

I don't know what to make of it.

You can surely trust the colonel.

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You returned home late last night, my dear.

I'd gone to bed.

Did you manage to settle matters with the colonel?

Well, actually, I,

I found him rather busy and surrounded by his men.

He invited

me to join them for, for a drink, so, uh,

well, it hardly seemed

the right moment to bring it up.

ARTHUR: Perhaps I should have come.

For moral support.

Yes, I rather wish you had, Arthur.

MARY: We cannot let the poor shopkeepers

go unpaid for another day. No, quite right, my dear.

I, I shall summon the colonel this morning and, uh,

demand he does the honorable thing.

(slaps table, chuckles): That's the spirit!

(bell ringing)

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I don't understand why we had to run

all the way here. I just need to speak to them.

I need to speak to them first.

BEATRICE: Really?

I've had word from my father's lawyer.

He's discovered what Sidney was doing in Antigua.

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EDWARD: Not a word of this to anyone.

(snaps): And you'll keep an eye out

for anything that could be of use to me.

Of course, sir.

GEORGIANA: The man claimed

he was a relative of my father's.

He argued that because of my maternity,

I was unfit to receive my inheritance.

Questioned my moral character, and that of my mother.

ARTHUR: Who is this

odious man?

We've yet to learn his name.

But mercifully, his suit failed in the Antiguan courts.

If only because of your brother's efforts.

Dear Sidney.

GEORGIANA: If there is one relative

who believes I am unworthy,

who's to say there won't be a dozen more?

MARY: Then you must prove them wrong.

In how you live your life, in, in how you conduct yourself.

You are suggesting the fault lies with me?

Were I white and a man, who would question my legitimacy?

I am afraid there will always be those

who seek to undermine you, my dear.

We are merely asking you not to fuel the fire.

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(baby crying)

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(baby continues crying)

(crying)

(door opens) LADY DENHAM: Has Dr. Fuchs' tincture

had any discernible effect?

ESTHER: It's rather too soon to tell.

LADY DENHAM: Oh, goodness me.

(baby crying)

(fussing)

Oh, there is no sight more moving

than a new mother with her child.

So I'm told. (baby fussing)

How is he? Beautiful.

Oh, as well as the Denham chin,

he appears to have the Denham voice:

not afraid to ask for what he wants.

I suspect he is hungry.

Indeed-- Martha?

I've given instructions for the groundskeeper's cottage

to be cleared.

It's been unoccupied

for a few years, so it's a little damp,

but it'll do, until we find somewhere

more permanent to put you.

It is kind of you to think of us at all.

And I'd prefer you to be ensconced there

as soon as possible.

Because tomorrow is my annual garden party.

And much as it pains me

to have my grounds trampled on,

it is the highlight of the season.

Don't worry, Aunt, we shall remain invisible.

I'm glad we understand each other.

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LADY DENHAM: Ah.

Has anything come for me?

No, still nothing, I'm afraid.

I'm sure you'll hear from Lord Babington soon enough.

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(dishes clanking)

Mrs. Wheatley?

(playing lively tune)

What are you doing?

(gasps)

If your uncle hears you...

It was he who unlocked it.

He who had it tuned.

Oh!

Well...

That is unexpected.

But welcome.

Now we can have dancing lessons.

Yes!

AUGUSTA: Hm.

(birds chirping)

I thought I commissioned a painting, not a sketch.

I have to discover who you are first,

before I can commit to the canvas.

Perhaps we could try you...

Seated.

I prefer to stand.

Of course.

As befits your position

in society.

Gracious!

CHARLES: I hope you're not shocked, Miss Hankins.

By no means, sir.

Were Adam and Eve not naked

in the Garden of Eden,

baring all before God?

One might say this is the Lord's true vision of us.

GEORGIANA: Don't give the artist

any ideas.

CHARLES: I'm not asking you to bare your skin,

Miss Lambe, but to bare your soul.

You offer me Miss Lambe.

But I wish to find Georgiana.

You will address me as Miss Lambe.

(exhales)

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(door opens)

Here are some socks to keep him warm.

CLARA: It is not like you to show me

such generosity, Esther.

They're not for you, they're for George.

Since you lack the means to provide for him.

(George crying) What does he want now?

The nurse only just fed him.

Martha? (footsteps approaching)

Will you take the child for a walk?

I cannot bear that noise. Or I could take him.

(Esther cooing, George crying)

(snoring quietly)

No.

(sighs)

No, you are so stiff, I might as well

be drawing Lady Denham.

Then perhaps you should.

I am looking for passion!

Emotion, honesty!

Not some stale,

lifeless rendering.

(sighs)

Tell me something true about yourself.

What?

Your childhood.

A happy memory.

Talk of your father, your mother.

They are both dead.

(sighs)

What did you dream of last night?

That is none of your concern.

There.

That is something.

Your mask slipped.

Come, Miss Hankins. (starts)

We're leaving.

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Two, three, four-- turn. (pianoforte playing hesitantly)

(both laugh) One, two,

three, four.

Good.

Four, and...

BOTH: One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

One.

CHARLOTTE: Two...

(chuckle)

And a one, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, a one.

CHARLOTTE AND AUGUSTA: Two, three, four, five, six...

Seven, turn... (giggles)

Mr. Colbourne.

I was trying to teach Miss Markham the cotillion,

but, uh...

We need a gentleman.

No. (chuckles)

I won't be persuaded to dance, I'm afraid.

Not under any circumstances.

Augusta, I have decided that you and I

should attend Lady Denham's garden party tomorrow.

You have complained long enough

that you wish to be introduced to society.

Well, here is your chance.

I shall also be attending.

Then my dread of the occasion has somewhat lessened.

AUGUSTA: But,

what am I going to wear, Uncle?

There are wardrobes full of your aunt's dresses

in the East Wing.

Perhaps you might find something that fits you there.

I shall leave you ladies to your cotillion.

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(birds chirping)

(George cooing)

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Is that my child?

You swore you had nothing to do with him.

Him?

I have a son?

May I see him?

Please, Esther.

Even just for a moment.

(George fussing)

Oh, but he is handsome.

(cooing)

There can be no denying that he's mine.

My son.

How strange it is to say those words.

Thank you, Esther.

Truly.

(man yelling)

(metal clanging)

It is done, Fraser.

I have the blessing of our commanding officer.

You can't do this. Why not?

I love her, she loves me.

I've heard you say that before.

More than once. This is not the same-- she's different.

But you are not.

You are the same Carter who fell in love

with all those other girls in all those other towns.

Can a young man not grow up

and realize the qualities he requires in a wife?

How about the qualities a wife may require in a husband?

Such as honesty. Fraser...

You have wooed her under false pretenses.

A little aggrandizement of my past.

Damn it, man,

you have lied to her! Lies

which will make no odds to our future happiness.

And if she were to find out?

And why should she have to?

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He fell asleep in my arms.

Will you take him?

You can place him in his crib.

The only time I've seen you hold him is in front of Lady Denham.

It's almost as if you're playing the role of mother

for her benefit alone.

Just because I am not fussing and cooing over him

as you seem to be.

How can you not?

(cooing)

Look at him, Clara.

He's perfect.

(voice cracking): If he were mine, I would never let him go.

Esther?

Don't you realize how lucky you are?

Do you know what some women

would give to have a child?

Yet you barely even look at him.

When he was born, you wept.

Now I understand why.

How cruel fate can be.

TOM: This is an initial plan for the barracks.

You can see the quarters are more than generous.

And the mess area? Virtually a banquet hall.

Most impressive, Mr. Parker.

Yes.

But, uh...

That is not the only reason

that I invited you here, Colonel.

I'm certain it's an oversight,

but evidently your company has been running up

rather a lot of credit

across town.

The mess dinner, for instance, has yet to be paid for.

A sizeable amount.

Now, we really can't have our shopkeepers

going out of business,

as I'm sure you will agree.

Come now.

Every gentleman has his debts, don't they, Tom?

But it's rather bad form to bring them up.

Perhaps you might pour us a drink instead.

(sighs)

And tell me.

What of Miss Heywood?

Has she reconsidered her position with Mr. Colbourne?

No.

I believe she is there even as we speak.

(softly): It's a great shame.

I hoped by now she might have seen sense.

(exhales)

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AUGUSTA: It's the thing I remember best about my aunt.

Her beautiful dresses.

She was always so elegant,

but this, this is my favorite.

I remember her wearing it to a ball in London

with my mother and father.

And Mr. Colbourne?

(slowly): He rarely came to London with her.

He's always been solitary.

How do I look, Miss Heywood?

Like a lady.

I fear it won't fasten.

I'm not as slender as Aunt Lucy was.

You're not wearing the right undergarments, that's all.

Miss Heywood.

Do you think I'm ready? For what?

Society.

I know I can be ill-mannered and, and disagreeable.

What if I give a poor account of myself?

You won't.

I have every faith in you.

Anyway, it is your job to ready me for society,

so if I am not, then the blame lies with you.

(chuckles)

Although I'm almost certain my uncle will change his mind.

I won't believe it until we're there.

Oh!

What are you doing?

LEO: This is my mother's dress.

So, in a way, it's like I'm hugging her, isn't it?

Yes, Leo.

I suppose it is.

(birds chirping)

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(sighs)

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(exhales)

(gasping)

(wincing)

(breathes deeply)

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(exhales)

(people talking, music playing in background)

(conversations and music continue)

Such grandeur, Lady Denham.

ARTHUR: What a magnificent buffet table.

Yes, how typically generous of you this is.

Don't remind me.

If I dwell too long on what this is costing, I get palpitations.

Lady Babington.

Afternoon, miladies.

Has your nephew arrived yet, Lady Denham?

No, he was not invited.

Oh, dear.

I hope I do not detect some family discord.

ESTHER: Not in the least.

We're as close as Cain and Abel.

LADY DENHAM: Miss Lambe.

How honored we are

to have the richest woman in Sanditon among us.

'Tis kind of you to invite me, milady.

I insist you enjoy yourself.

You must avail yourself of all the entertainments.

And the food, of course.

I had a cake made specially.

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How thoughtful.

She must have forgotten the sugar boycott.

How unfortunate.

She did not forget.

Try not to rise to it,

my dear.

I think I spy my captain.

CHARLOTTE: Why must Lady Denham

be so spiteful?

She's trying to put me in my place.

She thinks me a hypocrite.

It's hardly hypocritical to stand up for what's right.

I am all too aware of the suffering my fortune represents.

That's exactly why I cannot stay silent.

Who is that man?

CHARLOTTE: It is Mr. Colbourne.

That is Mr. Colbourne?

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Are these gardens not magnificent?

Not as magnificent as the company which adorns them.

But you do not have a drink.

We must remedy that at once.

He is always so attentive.

He reminds me of a puppy I once had.

What does it take to make a man so cynical, Captain?

Have you never known tender feelings

of your own? Absolutely not.

I am a typical soldier;

spartan, coarse, uncouth.

I suspect there is a beating heart

somewhere beneath that uniform.

You will search in vain.

There is someone.

I knew it-- what is her name?

I cannot say. Then...

Tell me, what is she like?

Oh...

She's a rare creature indeed.

Delicate, yet strong.

Guileless, yet wise.

But in truth,

I am quite undone in her company.

Does she know of your feelings? No, no, no.

No good could come of that, Miss Heywood.

Her heart belongs elsewhere.

Besides, I know she could never look on me with tenderness.

I believe the right person is out there for all of us.

Happily, I have found mine.

Miss Heywood.

Mr. Colbourne.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Lady Denham.

My niece, Miss Augusta Markham.

Oh, she's a pretty little thing.

I'd keep her away from the soldiers if I was you.

I fully intend to.

I hope you're going to enter the archery competition.

Your late father won the Silver Arrow

three years running.

I'm nothing like my father.

No, well, that's a relief.

It will save me a fortune in wine.

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Miss Markham.

You look so elegant.

And, well, you look nothing like a governess.

That's high praise indeed, coming from Augusta.

LENNOX: Lady Denham.

Oh, Colonel Lennox.

You are most welcome.

LENNOX: Thank you, milady.

Are you having a pleasant day?

Very pleasant, thank you.

We've been very lucky with the weather.

I should congratulate you on a...

Hm.

Please excuse me.

I'm so glad the colonel visited this morning.

I trust he agreed to settle the debts.

Well, he hasn't exactly said so, my dear.

Not in so many words.

Mr. Colbourne.

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Miss Heywood.

COLBOURNE: I wasn't aware

that you and my governess were acquainted.

I would presume Miss Heywood to be a friend.

Would you indeed? Hm.

Excuse me.

You chose not to heed my warning, I see.

Is it not possible he has changed?

I very much doubt it.

But for your sake, I shall try to be civil.

(knocks)

May I come in?

Absolutely not.

Then,

I shall have to say it out here.

Clara Brereton, will you marry me?

It was a mistake for us to come.

I had no idea you and that man

were so intimately acquainted.

Whatever the history between...

What do you know of our history?

Only that there is clearly some animosity.

But if Colonel Lennox

can have the grace to set that aside

for one afternoon, surely you can do the same.

For Miss Markham's sake, if nothing else.

Very well.

We will stay a short while, but we shall keep our distance.

You have been refusing to acknowledge the child as yours.

What changed all of a sudden?

I became a father.

I do not want my son growing up a bastard.

In poverty, hidden away

in some damp cottage.

I want to make him respectable.

If we marry, he becomes a Denham.

With you disinherited, he is the next male heir.

It's the kindest thing we can do for him.

For him?

And I suppose we would also benefit as a result.

Huh, you've not considered Esther.

Even if we were to marry,

the bulk of Lady Denham's inheritance

would still go to her.

Don't you worry about Esther.

I'm taking care of her.

LADY DENHAM: I've held it every year.

(stammering): Uh, did you know, Charlotte,

that the, uh, the colonel

faced Napoleon himself at Waterloo?

I hardly faced him alone, Mr. Parker.

Well, he can hardly be that intimidating.

I hear he only stands this high.

Yes, he was diminutive, but a shrewd strategist.

TOM: It must have been a bloody battle.

Battle is always bloody.

And yet there's the greatest humanity

to be found in it,

for one must count on one's men.

Such as Captain Carter.

I believe he fought by your side?

Captain Fraser, you mean.

No, Captain William Carter?

You are mistaken, Miss Heywood.

Captain Carter is just a boy.

He's not yet been

anywhere near a battlefield.

(bowstring creaking)

(arrow releases, hits target)

SOLDIER: Captain!

Would you take a shot?

Perhaps later.

My dear Alison,

would you care to take a walk?

There is something I must ask you.

Of course.

FRASER: Carter.

The men are waiting for you

to take up the bow.

You may have my turn, Fraser.

Ah.

I'm not half the archer you are.

I would love to see you loose an arrow.

Our walk can wait a couple of minutes, can it not?

CARTER: Very well.

And then we will remove ourselves from this company.

He wishes to speak to me alone.

(arrow hits target)

I hope I have not mistaken his intent.

Are you not happy for us, Captain?

Would that I could be, Miss Heywood,

and yet my conscience compels me

to urge caution.

I fear you are letting your experience cloud your judgment.

I understand your heart has suffered,

but that is no reason to doubt true love.

Can you call it true, Miss Heywood?

When he barely understands who you really are?

You are not this overly refined girl

you pretend to be.

You are a farmer's daughter.

You are saying a farmer's daughter

is not worthy of becoming an officer's wife?

I knew you were brutish, Captain.

But I didn't know you were heartless.

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EDWARD: I know her weaknesses better than anyone.

The truth about Esther is, deep down,

she believes she's unlovable.

So, if she starts to believe

that Babington had abandoned her,

she would lose all reason.

And our aunt is not going to leave her money to

someone whose faculties are in doubt.

Babington loves her.

Why would he abandon her?

It's tragic, really.

Once he discovered that she couldn't

provide him with an heir, he lost all interest.

He hasn't written to her in weeks.

How do you know she... I didn't.

Though I had my suspicions.

Thank you for confirming it.

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She doesn't deserve this.

She's been kind to me.

Your friendship is very touching.

But rest assured, she bears no love for you.

All these presents and ministrations are about power.

Soon enough, she'll get bored or, worse, resentful,

because you have something she so desperately wants.

Then she'll push you aside, because it'll be too painful.

She will want you out of Lady Denham's favor entirely.

Then where will you be, Clara?

This cottage will feel like a palace.

(people talking in background)

ALISON: I cannot be long.

Captain Carter waits for me.

CHARLOTTE: I fear Captain Carter

has been less than honest with you.

What do you mean?

(exhales)

The colonel said he was not at Bidassoa.

He said he's never seen battle of any kind.

Of course he was.

There were so many men there-- the colonel is misremembering.

I do not think so.

I know my William,

and I know that he's not a liar.

You and Captain Fraser are just jealous of what we have.

I'm not going to let

two bitter loveless cynics spoil my happiness.

Alison, you cannot...

Three loveless cynics.

Alison.

(applauding)

(music playing)

(mallet hits ball)

Miss Heywood.

You seem perturbed.

My sister will not listen to reason.

If she finds the truth inconvenient, she just

disregards it.

Well, in my experience, a young woman's opinion,

once formed, is very hard to alter.

(mallet hits ball)

(crowd applauding) (sighs)

It's been a decade since I've found myself

in occasions such as this.

I fear I've lost whatever social graces I once owned.

(mallet strikes ball)

Perhaps you can remind me how to hold a conversation.

I thought you had employed me

to teach the girls, Mr. Colbourne, not you.

(chuckles)

(birds twittering)

(mallet hits ball)

I believe you have a rival.

For the archery competition, I mean.

(chuckles): Hm.

(music playing)

Bravo, Miss Heywood.

(crowd applauding)

(music continues)

(Arthur exclaims and laughs)

ARTHUR: Good shot, Miss Lambe.

Wasn't it, Charles?

I dare not disagree,

given that Miss Lambe is holding a mallet.

(chuckling)

Charles tells me that your sitting was

less than successful.

To put it mildly.

The fact is, Arthur,

you are entirely yourself at all times.

That is such a rare and glorious thing.

I know exactly who I am, Mr. Lockhart.

I hardly need you to tell me.

(crowd applauding)

(mallet strikes forcefully)

(audience gasps, laughs)

HANKINS: Tremendous effort, sister!

(laughing): Were the aim to propel the ball

to the farthest reaches of the garden,

you would be a clear winner.

(laughing)

Oh, Tom, perhaps you should introduce me to Mr. Colbourne.

Oh, Mary, no.

The poor man is all on his own.

But Mary, I...

(stammering)

(exhales)

(crowd applauding)

TOM: Oh, Mr. Colbourne.

May I introduce my wife, Mary Parker?

Mrs. Parker.

Delighted to meet you, Mr. Colbourne.

Tell me, Mr. Parker, was it your idea

to bring the military to Sanditon?

I cannot take credit for it,

but I happily agreed to it.

In fact, I am in the process of

negotiating a permanent barracks

with Colonel Lennox.

Is that not right, Colonel?

Negotiating is rather overstating the case.

I'm yet to be convinced that

permanent barracks are a good idea.

(crowd applauding)

(breath trembling)

(exhales)

(crowd murmuring)

Take your hands off her! He's trying to help.

Augusta?

Augusta!

Augusta! Augusta!

CHARLOTTE: Why did you lace it so tightly?

I wanted gentlemen to think me pretty.

I wanted to look womanly.

I, I know how foolish that sounds.

Being able to breathe is rather more important.

(sighs)

There

is a gentleman who finds you pretty.

You must have noticed.

Colonel Lennox.

Yet...

(exhales)

I cannot tell if you welcome his attention.

(people talking, music playing in background)

It's time to cut my cake.

Mr. Parker,

I remember how keen you were to cut my pineapple.

Perhaps you would like to do the honors.

I regret that I cannot.

Oh.

You would offend your hostess for the sake of this

absurd sugar boycott?

When will we hear the end of it?

When every last slave is freed, milady.

I know you believe me a hypocrite

because I am a beneficiary of the very trade

I seek to boycott.

But I cannot change the past.

All I can do

is speak for those who cannot.

The fact is,

anyone who buys sugar

perpetuates this evil trade.

So, if you are not troubled by

the thought of men and women toiling all day

to harvest your sugar, then by all means,

enjoy your cake.

But I must decline.

(crowd murmuring)

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(plates clinking)

Oh, this is absurd.

(gasps)

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She is the very image of her aunt.

When she was in my arms,

it was as if Lucy had come back to me.

(honking)

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(exhales)

My dear Alison.

There is a question I am burning to ask you.

Indeed,

the rest of my life may depend upon your answer.

Then ask it.

(wood creaking)

Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?

(laughing): Yes, William!

The answer is yes!

(yelps): Alison!

(splashing)

Alison!

Here! (gasping, struggling)

I can't, I cannot swim! Take the oar!

Take, take the oar!

(struggling)

Take the oar!

Help!

(struggling) Alison!

(gasping) Help! Help!

(gasping)

(sobbing)

(yelping)

Help! Someone, please!

Help!

Alison!

(people talking in background)

There is the passion that I've been looking for.

How I should love to capture your expression

at this very moment.

I assume you have a pencil, paper?

Always.

Very well, then.

But not here.

I don't want an audience.

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(retches)

(coughing)

(gasping)

(coughing)

(coughing)

(gasping)

(stammering): Why was it you?

(gasping)

Why did William not

try to save me?

(breath trembling)

Colonel Lennox?

It's almost time for me to present the Silver Arrow.

And you have yet to take up the bow.

Will you not show your men how it is done?

With pleasure, milady.

We must find you a worthy adversary.

Mr. Colbourne.

Would you consider some sport?

Will you take up the bow against me?

No. Thank you.

LADY DENHAM: Oh, that's rather ungracious of you, Mr. Colbourne.

Are you afraid the colonel might show you up?

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MARY: Why will you not just address the matter?

What is this hold he has over you?

I've a good mind to speak to him myself.

(sharply): No.

Uh, thank you, Mary, no.

Uh, better he and I resolve things ourselves.

Uh, I need to go and seek out Arthur.

I think he's by the drinks.

(talking in background)

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(crowd gasping, applauding)

LADY DENHAM: Ooh!

A fine start, Colonel.

Mr. Colbourne,

you'll be lucky to match it.

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(crowd gasping)

LADY DENHAM: Oh, I spoke too soon.

This will be a fight to the death.

(applauding)

Aunt.

(applause fades)

Edward!

What is the meaning of this?

How dare you turn up uninvited!

Forgive me, Aunt-- I couldn't wait a moment longer

to share my good news with you both.

Clara's agreed to do me the great honor

of becoming my wife.

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(crowd murmuring)

You cannot swim.

You would have let me drown.

No, no.

When Captain Fraser arrived,

I was just about to dive in... Stop!

No more lies!

Charlotte was right.

You were never at Bidassoa, were you?

Was he?

It is not my place to say.

Was any of it true?

My feelings for you are true.

You are nothing but a coward.

And I'm nothing but a fool.

And you.

You knew,

and you said nothing.

(sniffs)

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What are you thinking?

We are thinking of our son.

This will make him respectable, bring him security.

I grew up with Edward.

I would not wish him upon my worst enemy.

If your concern is really for the child,

you should be pleased.

He will not be a bastard.

He may take the Denham name.

And the Denham money?

Our aunt will see through this sham,

just as I do.

You have Edward quite wrong.

He is not the man he was.

He has become considerate.

Honorable.

(George crying) (sighs)

(sighs)

Martha!

Martha! Where is she?

He needs feeding, Clara. (George crying)

Then he will have to wait.

(bawling)

Your child needs his mother.

Don't you see?

I cannot be his mother! (bawling continues)

All the things a mother is

I am not.

(applauding, murmuring in approval)

It occurs to me...

Why should we men have all the fun?

I nominate Miss Heywood

to take my final shot.

Thank you, Colonel,

but this contest is between you and Mr. Colbourne.

I insist.

(exhales)

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(softly): Mrs. Parker,

I cannot find Miss Lambe.

She is nowhere to be found.

(breath trembles)

(animal calling, birds chirping)

Otis Molyneux.

That is who I dreamed of last night.

Who is he?

The only man I have ever loved.

It was him who introduced me to the sugar boycott.

(exhales)

But we parted badly.

He let me down.

Perhaps that is why

I'm reluctant to lower my guard.

To let myself be seen.

(places pad down)

(exhales)

(softly): So why do you still dream of him?

Because I have no one else to dream of.

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Miss Lambe!

We have been looking for you everywhere!

And now you have found me.

(George crying) ESTHER: What are you so afraid of?

I am scared to let myself love him.

What it would mean, for both of us.

Look at him, Clara.

(exhales)

Bring him close.

(squawking)

(exhales)

(squawking softens)

Offer yourself to him. (George fussing)

(crying stops)

He will find you.

(winces)

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(gasping)

(exhales)

You are a better woman than you think.

(murmuring)

You must make the tension tight, keep it strong.

This is not the first time I've used a bow.

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(crowd gasping) Oh, heavens.

(crowd applauding)

Well played, Miss Heywood.

I am lucky to have you on my side.

Why should the colonel gain an unfair advantage?

Miss Heywood, would you do me the same honor?

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(crowd murmuring)

(crowd groaning)

LADY DENHAM: Oh!

(crowd applauding)

Well, Colonel Lennox is the winner,

but I'm not sure this counts.

(applause fades)

LENNOX: Never mind, Mr. Colbourne.

You know what they say: all's fair in love and war.

But then, I've known both and you've known neither.

We're leaving.

(gasps)

CHARLOTTE: Mr. Colbourne!

You are not to spend another minute

in that man's company.

That is not your decision to make.

You are my governess-- I forbid it!

You might pay my wages,

but I am not yours to order about.

You do not own me.

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(pounds ceiling)

(carriage moving)

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ALISON: One of us deserves to find happiness.

Colonel Lennox is a good man.

CHARLES: You changed your hair.

GEORGIANA: This is how I wish to be seen.

MRS. WHEATLEY: There is more to Alexander Colbourne

than you can possibly imagine.

I must know who you are.

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