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Are we here?

Is this London?

Are you all right there,
miss?

I say, excuse me.

Excuse me, do you know where
I might find Honey Lane...?

Courage, Charlotte.

Excuse me, I need...

I shan't warn you again,
Mulligan.

This ain't that kind of
establishment!

What're you gawping at,
Duchess?

I, I...

If it's a drink you're after,
you can come inside.

This ain't no pleasure garden.

Wait.
I'm not here for...

I need to speak with
a Mr. Otis Molyneux.

This is where he resides?

Ain't no one resides here
except me, Sam Sidaway.

But I have been sending letters
to this address

and he's been answering!

So he come by to fetch his post
every now and then.

Doesn't mean he lives here.

- When do you expect to see him next?
- Couldn't guess.

Sent some other cove
to fetch his post last week.

But I must see him.

It is a matter
of great urgency.

I've traveled a good many miles
to get here.

Well then you've had a wasted
journey, ain't ya, duchess?

- Mr. Parker?
- Miss Heywood?

As if this situation were not
insufferable enough,

I now have the added burden
of protecting you.

I have no need
of your protection.

- I had the situation in hand.
- Excuse me!

What do you suppose
would have happened

had I not arrived
at that moment?

What possessed Mary to let you
come in the first place,

I have no idea.

She doesn't know I'm here.

In fact,
she expressly forbade it.

But you stole away on the London
coach regardless?

- I left a note, explaining that I had come to help.
- Help?

How exactly do you think
your presence here would help?

For one thing,
I did not think

that you had
Mr. Molyneux's address.

It's hardly taken me long
to find it, as you can see.

It is of no use anyway.

He has not been seen
in over a week.

- Apparently, he has all but vanished.
- Yes, of course he has.

With Georgiana.

What more proof
do you need?

Mercifully,
Tom is in our London house.

He'll see that you're kept
out of harm's way.

No!

I'm in large part to blame
for what has happened.

You must allow me the chance
to help put it right.

Please.

You've done enough.

Bedford Place.

My dearest Mary.

I can scarcely express
the guilt I have felt

since that humiliating episode
at the cricket,

but you must trust that I will
do whatever I can

to remedy...

To restore our fortunes.

I beg you

not to lose faith in me.

If you'd been honest with me.

If you'd only told me
that you feared for her safety,

- then I would have thought twice...
- I could not

have been any clearer about
my feelings for Mr. Molyneux.

You spoke only
in the vaguest of terms.

You gave no reason
for your antipathy.

- No explanation...
- Oh, so you supplied your own.

You baselessly accused me
prejudice.

Hardly baseless given how
you made your fortune.

Oh for God's sake, I...!

I despise slavery.

I've long since renounced
the sugar trade

for that very reason.

The man's race played
no part in it.

I can think of no other reason
for your enmity.

Are you really that naive?

Why do you think he was
so desperate to marry her?

Because the moment
they are wed,

everything she owns
belongs to him.

Are we not wasting time?

Instead of taking me
back to Tom,

we could be searching
for Georgiana.

And where do you suggest
we look, Miss Heywood?

This is a city
of a million people!

The Sons of Africa.

What?

It's the movement
he belongs to.

If we can find out
where they meet...

Driver!

Whoa!

Now is not the time
to be disheartened, my friends.

We owe it to our brothers

and sisters who remain
in shackles.

All we ask is a world

in which all men, and women,
are considered equal.

In which every child,

is not only born in freedom,

but knows that they will live
and die in freedom!

Mr. Molyneux?

I played no part in it.
I swear!

- I would sooner die than dishonor her!
- And what of Miss Lambe's letter?

In which she proposed a tryst
at the exact same time and place

from where she was taken...
a mere coincidence, I suppose?

- I never received such a letter!
- Do not insult me!

Sam Sidaway said you'd sent
someone to fetch your mail?

No. I did not!

But why should anyone
wish to steal your post?

What?

There is a...
particular gentleman

to whom I owe a certain debt.

Which gentleman?

Beecroft.

What? What is it?

Who's Mr. Beecroft?

He owns a gambling house.

Come with me.

Are you sure you won't
take a refreshment, Mr. Parker?

- No, thank you.
- Where is she?

Watch your tone, young man.

A little decorum,
if you don't mind.

I thought you kept
better company, Mr. Parker.

This man is no friend.
We are compelled here

by the disappearance of my ward,
Miss Lambe.

Oh, yes,
the famous Miss Lambe.

Mr. Molyneux speaks
of little else.

Miss Lambe this,
Miss Lambe that!

That is a lie!
If I mentioned her,

- it was only in passing.
- I'm not the liar here.

You told me a wedding
was imminent.

That her fortune
was as good as yours.

I'd never have let him run up
such a debt otherwise.

All I wanted was to buy
a little time.

If I'd known for even a moment...

Whatever this man has told you,

he and my ward
are barely acquainted.

He has no right
to invoke her name.

An impertinence indeed, sir.

So I would ask you

to share her whereabouts
with me at once.

Whatever debts
Mr. Molyneux owes,

they are not her concern.

They're no longer his neither.

A gentleman has agreed to pay
the debt in full, with interest.

Which gentleman?

He has sold her.

- The villain has sold her!
- What?

In return for a promise
to buy his debt,

she has been handed to some
dissolute named Howard.

Even now he'll be
dragging her to an altar.

An altar? But...

But that cannot be allowed
without your permission.

No, there have no such laws
across the border.

There they will marry you
with impunity.

Had you only allowed us
to marry...

You would blame me?

It is you that has ruined her!

I should avenge her honor
right here and now!

Stop!

What good will that do?

Get out of my sight.

Now!

We cannot give up.

I cannot accept
that she is lost to us.

And what do you suggest we do?

They'll be halfway
to Scotland by now.

But what if they're not?

You said Mr. Beecroft had only
received a promise of payment.

He doesn't sound like

the kind of man
that would give her up

unless he was already
in receipt of the money.

Well... is there
not a chance at least

that he is still holding her?

Somewhere in London even?

Perhaps you're right.

Mr. Beecroft owns a
boarding house near Drury Lane.

Come on.

I confess

I gave no thought
to how you might look.

It seemed beside the point.

But I am pleasantly surprised.

You have a... youthful,
exotic charm about you.

You are a disgusting pig.

Upon my word!

I fear she is somewhat spirited,
Mr. Howard.

She will require a firm hand.

No matter.

I have broken enough horses
before now.

I suspect a wife
is not so different.

Mr. Beecroft will find this
in order.

There is a gentleman named
Otis Molyneux.

Remember his name.

Because when he hears of this,

he will find you
and he will kill you.

I am not too afeared!

Given it was Mr. Molyneux
who offered you up

to pay his debts.

Feckless gambler
by the sounds of it.

No matter.

You are mine now.

Look at you,

clustered round
the bed like bloodhounds,

ears cocked for my death rattle.

Oh, good lord, Aunt.

How could you even think
such a thing?

Well, you'll be waiting in vain.

I won't give you the...

The satisfaction!

Don't fuss, child!

I'm perfectly well.

It's a head cold,
that is all.

More seawater.

Mm...

I feel my strength
returning already.

I do not doubt your resolve,
Aunt, but Dr. Fuchs believes

you are gravely ill.

Well, he would,
wouldn't he?

It's entirely in his interest
to say so.

We have every faith that you'll
make a full recovery, Aunt.

But, just for your
peace of mind,

will you allow us
to fetch you a priest,

or a solicitor?

I have no use for either.

I have as much faith in religion
as I do in medicine.

Which is to say none.

And my solicitor
has been instructed.

He knows exactly
where I keep my will.

Not that it'll be needed...

for... decades... to... come.

As I see it, he is a good man
who made one terrible mistake.

He is an inveterate gambler.

He has several debtors
beside Beecroft.

Otis never meant to place
Georgiana in harm's way.

Any more than I did!

And yet you both did.

All I ever cared about
was Georgiana's happiness.

- What do you think I care about?
- That is anyone's guess!

I've done the best I can
by Georgiana.

No!

At every turn you've abdicated
responsibility.

If you truly cared
for her welfare,

you would have watched
over her yourself.

It's a role I neither sought
nor asked for.

Of course not!

Because you are determined
to remain an outlier.

God forbid you give
something of yourself.

Please do not presume to know
my mind, Miss Heywood.

How can anyone know your mind?

You take pains to be unknowable.

All I know is that
you cannot bear the idea

of two people being in love.

And what do you know of love,

apart from what you've read?

I would sooner be naive
than insensible of feeling!

Is that really
what you think of me?

I'm sorry that you think that.

How much easier my life would
have been if I were.

Edward, what are you doing?

You heard her.

Her solicitor knows
where she keeps the will

and so should we.

But if the will
is already written,

then surely there's nothing
to be done?

Of course, there is.

While she still yet breathes,
there's time to alter it,

even if I have to put the pen
in her hand myself.

Our aunt is grievously ill,

and all you can think about
is her fortune?

I need to know that our
future happiness is assured.

Ah!

Under no circumstances
are you to set foot

outside this carriage.

Good evening,
Mr. Parker.

I've not seen you
in a while.

I have some new ladies
who'll be delighted

- to make your acquaintance.
- Thank you, Mrs. Harries.

But I'm not here for that,
I need...

Mr. Parker, what is this place?

I thought I told you
to wait?

I decided against it.

And who is this?

You haven't made an honest man
of our Mr. Parker, have you?

Gracious, no!

I'm a friend of
Miss Georgiana Lambe's.

Is she here?

I don't believe I'm acquainted
with anyone of that name.

Wait, wait, wait.

You know something.

Miss Lambe is my ward,

you must tell me
what you know.

You missed them
by half an hour.

If you're quick
you might catch them

on the road to Scotland.

A boarding house,
you said.

Is this your idea of love?

Something to be paid for?

That will do!

If we stand any chance
of catching them up,

we should make haste.

I don't suppose
there's any point in telling you

to stay behind, is there?

Edward?

Edward!

You have not been
searching all night?

I will not rest easy
until I lay my hands

- on the damned thing.
- Very well.

Where shall I start?

Well, there's no point
in both of us looking.

People want to know about
our aunt's condition.

You go, spread the word.

And I'll follow
close behind.

Just as soon as I've found
this wretched document.

I know we didn't meet

in the most auspicious
of circumstances,

but in time I trust
you will come to regard me

with affection.

I would sooner
cut my own throat.

That would be a shame.

It's rather a pretty throat.

At least wait till after
we're married.

Come on, boys!

Stop your carriage!

Ya!

Come on!

Ya!

Ya!

Take the reins.

Go alongside.

Move!

Let's go!

Come on, stop the coach!

We have nothing
worth stealing!

- I beg to differ.
- Oh no, you don't.

She is my property!

I am no man's property!

Least of all yours!

Last I heard the penalty
for kidnap was hanging.

Is that a price
you're willing to pay?

Step aside! Now!

You owe me £1,800!

Looking for this?

"I, Lady Denham, being of
full age and sound mind,

"shall in part, and bequeath
the entirety of my fortune

"to be left for the development

"of Sanditon town

and the foundation
of a Donkey Stud in my name."

This cannot be the end of it?

I assure you it is.

Even in death, she has found
fresh ways to torment us.

It were better for us both
if this were never found.

What are you suggesting?
That we hide it?

We will need to be a good deal
more thorough than that.

Ha, yes! Yes!

I'll be damned if I'm going
to be pauperized

by a drove of donkeys!

We haven't agreed our terms.

What terms?

If she dies intestate,
her fortune reverts back

to the holder
of the Denham title.

I'm sorry.

It's that is simple.

There's nothing simple
about it.

I need to know
what my silence is worth.

It's your word against mine.

I could go to Lady Denham right
now and confess to everything,

with four or five servants
and a doctor to witness it.

You wouldn't dare!

What have I to lose?

Wait!

£1,000.

And leave you with the rest?

I would sooner let
the asses have it.

- A tenth!
- Half.

A fifth. And no more.

- Thank you.
- Sidney!

Miss Lambe and Miss Heywood!

To what do I owe
such a delightful...

- Good grief, I...
- Let's get the lady

settled upstairs shall we,
then I'll explain.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Please...

Jenkins.

Prepare a bath for Miss Lambe.

Thank you.

What will happen
to Otis now?

The debtor's prison?

Worse?

He is no longer your concern.

Whatever he's done,

I cannot just cauterize
my heart.

I'm not you.

At this moment,
your world feels undone.

I know that.

But you must put him
from your mind...

or you'll go mad.

Excuse me.

Good heavens, Sidney.

You have had
quite the drama.

But all is well now.

Is it?

I fear Georgiana's spirit
is broken.

You have no idea how close
to ruination she came, Tom.

That's hardly your fault.

Her father entrusted her
to my care.

The man saved my life,

and in return I failed to honor
the one thing

- that he asked of me.
- Still.

There's no use dwelling on it.

What's done is done.

How can a man begin
to make amends

until he's willing to face
his own faults?

That's why you came to London,
is it not, Tom?

To make amends?

Well, uh... no.

I mean, I came mainly to raise
interest in the regatta, I...

Tom.

I was present at the cricket.

Be honest with me.

Be honest with yourself.

The truth is my situation
is very grave indeed, Sidney.

I've knocked on
half the doors in London

and no one cares a damn
about Sanditon

or the regatta.

I have no means whatsoever
of paying my laborers.

And worst of all...

I have lost the trust of my own
dear wife, perhaps forever.

Well, we will raise interest
in the regatta yet.

Babington will know
where best to knock.

And as for your laborers,
I shall lend you the money.

- Sidney I cannot ask...
- £3,000.

That was the amount, was it not?

My dear brother,
it is too much.

- How...?
- I will find a way.

But when it comes to Mary...

I am of no use.

I cannot pretend to understand
the workings of a marriage.

And what I do know
is I would do anything

to be blessed with a wife
such as yours.

So you must do
whatever it takes.

Look at that.

You have just become
shockingly wealthy.

It's all been so overwhelming.

I hardly know what to think
anymore.

About what, my dear?

About... anything!

I've always felt
so certain of my judgment,

but now I see that I've been

blinded by sentiment
and naivety.

Have I got it all so wrong?

No wonder your brother
has such a poor opinion of me.

I am certain
that is not the case.

Sidney can be...

hard to read, that is all,
he is a conundrum.

But a conundrum can be solved.

He seems so determined to keep
the world at arm's length.

That wasn't always the case.

In his younger days,
he was a very different man.

Mary has spoken of a...
a broken engagement?

Yes.

Eliza.

They were very much in love,
but at the last moment

she passed him over in favor
of an older and wealthier man.

He set out on a rather
self-destructive path.

We were all greatly concerned.

In the end,

I paid his debts,
and he sailed to Antigua

in a bid to forget her.

I fear the man he was
never quite returned.

Mr. Molyneux?

I thought they at least
deserved a proper parting.

This way, please.

I have gambled...

that is true.

But whatever they tell you,

I never gambled with your name.

I never boasted
of your wealth.

I boasted of you.

Of your wit!

Of your beauty!

Because I couldn't believe
that a man of my birth

could win the heart
of a woman like you.

It was pride,
that was all.

And Lord knows
I have paid for it.

We have both paid for it.

I will never forgive myself
for putting you in harm's way.

But please know this:

I never cared a damn
about your fortune.

I fell in love with your soul.

Tell me you believe me.

What difference
does it make now?

Otis!

Will you not say goodbye?

Miss Heywood.

I hardly thought
you'd want to speak to me.

What will you do now?

How will you settle
your other debts?

My debts have all been paid.

I have been shown a kindness...

I do not deserve.

I hope I can trust you
to honor our deal.

A quarter of all
you inherit.

We agreed on a fifth.

It's a lady's prerogative
to change her mind.

You have proved
quite conclusively

that you are no lady.

And what about Esther?

Is she a lady?

It's all right.

I haven't breathed a word
to anyone.

I know how judgmental
people would be

if they knew how intimate
you really are.

I have no idea what you mean.

Yes, you do.

It would break her heart
into little tiny pieces

if she were to learn of this,
would it not?

A quarter share will suffice.

- Babington.
- Miss Heywood.

Well, I've asked around,

and, as luck would have it,
Mrs. Maudsley's hosting

a masked rout this very evening
in Grosvenor Square.

And this is your invitation.

My dear Lord Babington,

you are a wonder!

It sounds as if London's entire
beau monde will be there...

all of them eager to hear about
our regatta!

And you must come as well,
of course, Miss Heywood.

Thank you, Lord Babington,

but I'm really not in a mood
to be sociable.

Excuse me.

- A drink, gentlemen.
- Mm!

How is she?

Worse by the hour.

You were gone
a long while.

The will must have been
hidden well.

As a matter of fact,
it was nowhere to be seen.

I turned the entire house
upside down.

And I've come to the conclusion
it cannot exist.

- But then why would she say...
- Oh, her fever

has plainly left her confused.

Mm? She barely knows
her own mind.

We are Denhams.

If there is no will, then surely
that works in our favor?

You'd think so.

Thank God this is
almost done.

I shall be glad
if I never hear another word

of that wretched will
or Clara Brereton

for as long as I live.

You and me both.

Tom sent me up in the hope
that you might reconsider

and come to the party tonight.

The regatta was your idea
after all.

Why did you pay off
Otis's debts?

I came to the realization

that a good man
shouldn't be condemned

for one terrible mistake.

Mr. Parker...

I owe you an apology.

I accused you of the worst
kind of prejudice

- when it came to Otis...
- I do not accept your apology.

Why not?

Because I'm the one
that should apologize.

I've done you
a great discourtesy,

Miss Heywood.

I've underestimated you.

Does it not suit me?

Will it not do?

It'll do very well.

Upon my word,

there can hardly be a person
worth a fig

left in London who is not here.

You don't need to see
their faces to know

these are people
of influence.

The brothers Parker!

Well, most people.

And who is this
spellbinding creature?

I demand you introduce us
at once, Sidney.

This is Miss Heywood,
you fool.

Oh, Miss Heywood?

I would not have known you.

A mask becomes you.

Thank you, Mr. Crowe.

If that was indeed a compliment.

Now, we must all remember

why we are here...

to spread the word
of the Sanditon Regatta!

Like Nelson, I expect every man
to do his duty.

Aye, and woman!

I did not come here to work.

I came to imbibe, carouse,

and generally make an ass
of myself.

Good luck!

Well, Miss Heywood.

Are you not glad you came,
after all?

I cannot say that I am.

I feel dreadful
leaving Georgiana.

At least I'm glad of the mask.

I'm certain I don't belong
in this company.

I don't think I do either.

But this is your
natural habitat, is it not?

Perhaps I don't truly
belong anywhere.

As you said,

I am an outlier.

May I?

Better than Brighton, sir,

the most refreshing
of sea breezes,

a coastline unequaled
in beauty, and apartments...

Thomas Parker, delighted...

that are the envy
of the continent!

To which we now add

a grand regatta!

Thomas Parker.

Sanditon, charmed.

I cannot see
how conversation is even possible

when the room is so loud
and everyone is on the move.

No one's here for conversation.

They're here to be seen.

Once their presence
is acknowledged,

they'll move on
to the next gathering.

Hm...

I think I would like
to leave now, too,

- with your permission.
- With my permission.

Since when have you required
my permission to do anything?

I know.

I'm too headstrong.

Too opinionated.

- And too...
- No, you're not too anything.

Don't doubt yourself.

You're more than equal
to any woman here.

Well, I hate to admit defeat,

but the word "regatta" seems
to be falling on deaf ears.

Sidney!

Sidney!

- Right, excuse me.
- Sidney!

Mm.

I noticed you and Miss Denham
were enjoying

each other's company
at the cricket match.

Hm, uh... yes.

I... I thought so too,
Miss Heywood.

But apparently I was mistaken.

You're a... you're a woman,
Miss Heywood.

Tell me this:

is it possible for your
affections towards a man

to alter entirely within
the space of a single day?

Uh, forgive me,
Lord Babington.

This room is rather too crowded,

I find I can hardly breathe.

Yeah, of course.
Of course.

My sentiments exactly.

Oh, I...

I'm sorry,
I thought I was...

That's quite all right.

I cannot blame you

for seeking a safe harbor.

It is an altogether
tedious gathering.

And now you are going to tell me

that Mrs. Maudsley
is your mother

and I have just committed
an unspeakable solecism.

No. No.

I do not know her
in the slightest.

Indeed I barely know a soul
in London.

But from what I have seen
of the place,

that is no great hardship.

If you dislike London so much,

then why are you here?

My friend Georgiana
was abducted.

She's an heiress, you see,

and her suitor, Mr. Molyneux,
had accrued gambling debts

he could not pay,

so she was sold into
a forced marriage...

How simply shocking!

It was.

Anyway,

thank God we found her in time
and now she's safe,

but Mr. Tom insisted
we come here tonight

to spread word
of the Sanditon Regatta,

but as you can see,

I'm singularly failing
in that task.

Forgive me, I am, I am inclined
to talk too much, um...

Mrs...?

Susan.
And who might you be?

Charlotte Heywood.

Forgive me for asking,
Charlotte,

but you seem
somewhat befuddled.

Do I?

There is a certain gentleman...

Mr. Sidney Parker.

Mr. Tom Parker's brother.

He...

he inspires an anger in me
I did not know I possessed.

And yet I find that
his good opinion

means more to me
than anybody else's.

How can that be?

It sounds to me as if
you are in love with him.

What?

No!

I assure you, that could not be
further from the truth.

I... If I should ever
fall in love,

it would not be with a man
like him.

My dear girl,

you cannot determine
who you fall in love with.

It is an affliction.

Like the measles.

Ah. There you are!

- I was beginning to think you'd made your escape.
- Might I presume

you are Mr. Sidney Parker?

- We were just discussing you.
- Right.

Well, um...

I was wondering if Miss Heywood

would like to dance... if I'm
not interrupting, that is?

Not in the least.

Excuse us.

You did not have to ask me,
you know, out of politeness.

It is what people do at dances,
is it not... dance?

Unless you'd rather not?

No, it is only,

there are so many other ladies
here that you could ask.

But I don't want
to dance with them.

- Thank you, Miss Heywood.
- Thank you, Mr. Parker.

Might I have the pleasure
of the next dance, Charlotte?

Or has Sidney worn you out?

Not at all,
it would be my pleasure.

Mrs. Campion?

Sidney.

How happy I am
to see the light

return to your eyes,
Charlotte.

There is nothing like dancing
to restore one's spirits.

Quite so, my dear.

Quite so!

It seems to have had
a similar effect on Sidney.

- Do you think so?
- It's undeniable.

He is positively revivified.

But then perhaps that was
not so much due to the dancing

as to the presence
of a certain young lady.

Which young lady
do you have in mind, sir?

He is talking to her now.

Mrs. Campion.

It's unmistakably her.

How strange that we were
just discussing her

only this afternoon.

I heard she'd been widowed,

I had no idea
she was in London.

I do not recall discussing
a Mrs. Campion.

Ah!

I daresay I referred to her
by her Christian name.

Eliza.

Perhaps they will have their
chance of happiness after all.

Tom, a moment?

Uh... excuse us.

Mrs. Campion.