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(crowd chattering)

Man: ...don’t have to worry about wages or shelter.

It’s a slave share, my friends!

I go up and down the country, friends,

and all I see is towns like Middlemarch,

and workers like yourself, being denied a voice in Parliament!

What we need, friends, what we need is the votes!

So that we can put –

so that we can put a man in Parliament

who will speak for us!

(crowd murmuring)

Ladislaw! Just the man! Over here!

Here’s the man to put us straight.

Sorry, Sparks, I’m late as it is.

Come round to “The Pioneer” office later.

Agitator: Do we not have the right

to think and speak and act about what concerns the poor man?!

Why should rich landlords, living high

in their grand houses, represent us at Parliament?

We never see them from one year’s end to next,

unless they come to see us hanged for sport.

Seditious poppycock!

Aw, you’d hang me soon enough too!

But you don’t have the rope to hang us all!

The tide is turning for all you fine Tory gentlemen,

and one day you’ll be swept away on it!

I should have a care of what you say, if I were you, my friend!

No, you have a care, my friend!

Damn fellow’s talking revolution.

Nay. Couldn’t happen in England.

It happened in France.

Well, yeah, France.

Brooke: Good day to you, gentlemen.

- Boy: This lot’s all ready. - That’s the last, is it?

Brooke: Now, not too fast, young friend.

Wilberforce and his negroes, all fine and good,

criminal law reform, long overdue,

but I don’t want to go the whole hog, you know,

and give the vote to every Tom, Dick, and Harry...

that would be changing the balance of the Constitution!

Yes, but we want to change the balance of the Constitution!

That’s what reform is about.

Yes, but we don’t want to go to extremes, do we?

The extreme, in this case, is the tumbrel and the guillotine,

so we must embrace reform,

not nibble at bits of it.

It’s like asking for a bit of an avalanche –

which is already on its way!

That’s good. That’s very good...avalanche. (laughing)

That’s first rate.

That’s just what I need – not ideas,

but ways of putting them. But, my word,

you do express yourself well, Ladislaw.

- You’d make a capital member of Parliament yourself. - One day perhaps.

Aye, we must buy you a little pocket borough.

Pocket borough. Yet you seem to forget, sir,

that one of the prime purposes of reform

is to get rid of pocket boroughs.

Oh yes, to be sure, to be sure.

There are too many men in Parliament

who’ve bought their way in.

But if I could one day get a foothold there,

then I would dedicate my life

to changing all this moribund, cruel complacency!

Still, first things first.

Haven’t gotten you elected yet, have we?

No, no we haven’t.

I must leave you now, Ladislaw.

Ah, Lowick, you know.

Wills, documents. It’s a sad business. Well –

carry on with the good work.

That avalanche was excellent.

First rate. Write it down now.

Excellent.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Dorothea: I wake very early,

with the most desolate thoughts.

It’s not so much that he is gone.

But that I could do so little for him.

Now I feel so weak...

and guilty.

Grief is a kind of illness.

It can rob us of our vital energies.

I’m sure you have nothing...

nothing, to reproach yourself with.

Sir Chettam: What a damned, ungentlemanly thing to do.

I never liked Casaubon –

no red blood. But to make a will like that!

Coupling her name with this man Ladislaw!

What a damned insult to Dorothea!

If the fellow were alive, I’d call him out and shoot him!

Oh. Well. You know,

Casaubon was always a little twisted about Ladislaw.

Now the world will think she gave him cause for it!

- Surely not! Heaven forbid! - I don’t believe anything of the sort about Dorothea.

Not for a moment.

But I suspect Ladislaw.

I tell you frankly, I suspect Ladislaw!

I wonder if we can prevent her

knowing the terms of the will.

God, this is a damned bad business!

And you’re to blame for it in part!

- You brought the fellow here! - Now, now, now, steady on. (chuckles)

Dorothea must come to us at Freshitt.

You must get rid of Ladislaw straightaway!

Let us get him a post in the suite of some colonial governor.

You can’t just ship him off like a head of cattle.

I wouldn’t send him out of the country,

unless he chose to go, of course.

All I can say is Dorothea was sacrificed once because her friends were careless!

And I intend to do everything I can to protect her now!

- (knocks) - Lydgate, come in.

You’ve become such a stranger.

I came to seek you out.

Will you come to supper with us this evening?

- I’d should be glad to. - I called at the grange,

but Brooke says you’re rarely there these days.

Well, that’s true. Brooke seems determined to keep me at a distance.

From his house, at all events. Not from himself.

I see all too much of him here.

I believe he means to keep me from meeting his niece.

Tell me, Lydgate, how is she?

She’s low in spirits. Still, she’s young and strong.

I have no real anxiety about her.

You never see her now?

Nor likely to, while she’s at Freshitt Hall.

It’s Tory ground. I’m about as welcome there as a poacher with his gun.

Seems we’re forever divided.

May as well be in Rome.

Rosy would be sorry if you were in Rome.

And so should I.

God, Lydgate!

Sometimes I wish I could walk out of that door,

step into a coach, and never see Middlemarch again.

But you can.

Why don’t you?

There’s too much to hold me here.

’til this evening, then.

’til this evening, then.

Look, look, look.

Look, Dodo. Look at him.

- (baby coos) - Did you ever see anything like that?

What a funny face he’s making.

I’m sure he has his little thoughts.

Don’t be sad, Dodo.

- Nurse, take baby. - There, there, Arthur.

Come on, my sweet.

What is it, Dodo? What are you brooding over?

I want to go to Lowick and attend to business.

I don’t know why no one will let me go there.

Because you are not well.

Dr. Lydgate says you are not to be upset.

Why? What should upset me there? It is my home.

What is it, Celia?

Tell me.

Mr. Casaubon has behaved very badly.

I had better tell you... to prepare you.

He has made a codicil to his will

to say the property is all to go away from you, if –

if you were to marry Mr. Ladislaw.

Of course, you would never think of doing such a thing.

That only makes it worse of Mr. Casaubon.

James says it’s abominable of him.

Not like a gentleman at all.

He says it was to hinder Mr. Ladislaw

from wanting to marrying you for your money.

How could he imagine?

It is a mercy that he’s been taken away.

You ought to be grateful.

I’m so sorry.

- Please forgive me. - Come, come.

There.

Celia: She wants to go to Lowick to look at the papers.

She ought not, ought she?

I hardly know. I think Mrs. Casaubon

should do whatever gives her the most repose of mind.

That doesn’t always come from being forbidden to act.

- (chuckling) - (piano playing)

It’s no use in your puffing Brooke as a reforming landlord, Ladislaw,

they only pick more holes in his coat in “The Trumpet.”

No matter. Those who read “The Pioneer”

don’t read “The Trumpet” anyway.

Brooke’s not fitted to be a public man.

He’s part of the very disease that needs curing.

But your cure must begin somewhere, Lydgate.

He’s not the ideal candidate, but he’s good enough for the occasion.

He’s standing for a good cause.

There’s a whole class of people that’s had a massive wrong done to it.

I support the man who supports their claims,

whether he himself is virtuous or not.

What about you?

You want medical reform.

There’s a man who will help you deliver it.

Are you going to reject him

because of his morals or his motives? I don’t think so.

True. But I don’t cry up Bulstrode

on any personal ground. I keep clear of that.

I value my independence too much.

Are you saying I cry up Brooke on any personal ground?

My independence is as valuable to me as yours is to you,

- I can assure you. - (music ends)

How very unpleasant you are both being this evening.

Poor Rosy.

Disputation is no fun for cherubs.

Ask Ladislaw to sing with you again.

(piano playing)

Rosamond: ♪ “Alma del core ♪

♪ “spirto dell’alma ♪

♪ “Alma del core ♪

♪ “spirto dell’alma ♪

♪ “Sempre costante, ♪ ♪ t’a dorero.” ♪

Won’t you change your mind?

No, I shall be better alone.

If you will call for me at 12:00,

that would be very kind.

There. That’s better.

I’ve had the fire lit, ma’am.

It’ll soon warm up.

Thank you, Pratt.

Casaubon’s voice: “I am compiling a key to all mythologies...

“...in which I’m seeking to elucidate...

“...every system of belief known to man...”

Dorothea’s voice: “I think I should begin to learn Latin and Greek.

“I could read them aloud to you.

Casaubon’s voice: “Certainly it would be an advantage

“if you could learn to copy out the Greek characters.

“...but to condense these still expanding insights

“into a single, unified whole.

“We must begin at once.

“I have deferred it too long.”

(Mr. Casaubon’s voice echoing)

(both voices echoing)

(voices stop)

Dr. Lydgate, I should like you

to help me with my plans for Lowick.

How do you think I should dispose of the chaplaincy?

Edward favored Mr. Tyke,

but I do not feel bound to follow his views blindly.

Tyke is a good man in his way, but...

may I tell you of another?

- Of course. - Mr. Farebrother.

The vicar of St. Botolph’s in Middlemarch.

His living is a poor one –

he has to support an elderly mother,

a sister, and an aunt.

He’s a remarkable man.

Should have done more in his life and he knows it.

- Why has he not done more? - The want of money, I believe.

That’s led him into playing cards,

and even billiards for gain.

He wins a good deal.

He excels at everything he does,

but it’s such a waste of his abilities.

With a decent income, he could turn his mind to better things.

I should like to see Mr. Farebrother,

- and hear him preach. - Do.

I trust to the effect of that.

And he’s much beloved by those that know him well.

Ask Caleb Garth. Ask Will Ladislaw.

- He’ll praise Farebrother to the skies, I promise you. - Will he?

But I so rarely see him now.

Thank you for your opinions, Dr. Lydgate.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Mawmsey. - Oh, Dr. Lydgate!

Very fortunate. If I might just trouble you for a moment.

The other day, when you were so good

as to go and visit Mrs. Mawmsey,

you omitted to prescribe her strengthening medicine?

You’ll forgive my mentioning this little oversight?

It wasn’t an oversight, Mr. Mawmsey.

She doesn’t need any strengthening medicine.

There’s no medicinal value in these potions.

- Let her take a glass of wine with her dinner. - But Dr. Lydgate!

Mrs. Mawmsey has never been without her strengthening medicine.

The reason doctors prescribe so much medicine, Mr. Mawmsey,

is because it’s the only way they can make their money.

If men like Wrench could charge for consultations,

they wouldn’t need to overdose the king’s lieges.

And that’s the worst kind of treason, eh?

Treason? Overdosing? No, I don’t see that at all.

Mrs. Mawmsey is not a well woman.

Mrs. Mawmsey needs her strengthening medicine.

These Middlemarchers are slow to take on new ideas

and they’re slow to pay their bills.

Marriage, I find, is much more

of an expense than I anticipated.

- (chuckles) - Still, one only spends the money once.

It’s not as if one buys a dinner service every week, is it?

Indeed not. And as to hostility in the town,

- you’ll weather it if you’re prudent. - Morning, Mr. Farebrother.

How am I to be prudent? I act as I see fit.

I can’t help people’s ignorance and spite.

Of course not.

But to be wholly independent of their ignorance and spite,

it’s as well not to incur too many debts.

It’s easier said than done, but I –

I take your point.

Will you ring the bell for Parsons, Tertius?

Never mind Parsons, Rosy.

Let me undress you.

To her, it’s labor.

To me, it’s delight.

Come here.

Oh, my Venus.

You must be gentle with me, Tertius,

now I am with child.

Am I not always gentle with you?

Yes.

Oh, my little bird.

(inhales deeply) My lovely one.

- Tertius? - Mmm.

I forgot to tell you,

your cousin from Quallingham

has accepted our invitation.

He’s coming to stay next month.

Oh, what a bore.

Everything bores you, apart from your work.

Far from it.

Far from it.

Brooke: Progress and reform. That’s the ticket.

Don’t forget that.

You have to give them a clear line.

Let them know where you stand

even if it means losing them.

Wavering arguments won’t win wavering votes.

Ah, yes. Now indeed. That’s all very well,

but I know these Middlemarch traders.

There are tactics in these matters, do you see?

Mawmsey, I’m come to talk a little politics with you today.

Reform and progress, and so forth –

ah, shall we, um...

And to assure myself that we shall have

your vote when the time comes.

Well, you see I have to look at it in a family light.

Yes, yes. Of course.

Will reform support Mrs. Mawmsey

and our six children when I’m no more?

Heaven forbid that it should come to that pass.

I ask you, sir, what am I to do

when gentlemen of another party

come into my shop, and “Mawmsey,” they say,

“you may vote as you like,

but vote against us and we’ll get our groceries elsewhere!”?

Those very words spoken from that very chair you’re sitting in.

Oh that’s narrow! Very narrow!

I should never take that line.

As long as my butler brings me good reports

of your sugars and spices, you can rest assured

I’d not go elsewhere.

I’m very obliged to you, Mr. Brooke.

That’s very handsome of you, very handsome, indeed.

Well, um... you know, you’d –

find it the right thing to come to our side.

This reform is going to touch everybody by and by.

And as for family, well we’re all one family.

No man is an island entire unto himself,

it’s all one cupboard.

That goes a bit deep for me.

This one family? There’s debtor and creditor still, I hope.

- They’re not going to reform that away? - (laughs)

I cannot be expected to support everyone’s family – I hope.

Good God, you misunderstand me, Mawmsey.

Nobody says you should.

I’m very glad to hear it – very glad and greatly relieved

and greatly honored for your continued custom.

Few men have less need to cry for change, than I have,

which is why I salute you

for the promise you were good enough to give me

not to withdraw your esteemed custom, vote or no vote,

while the articles sent in were satisfactory.

Captain Lydgate, you keep very good time.

- Spurred on by the thought of seeing you, ma’am. - (laughs delightfully)

- Where’s Tertius? - Tertius is never at home.

He neglects me most shamefully.

Does he?

Does he?

What an odd fellow my cousin is.

Well, we shall have to see what we can do about that.

- Shan’t we? - (giggles)

(bells ringing)

Farebrother: I can’t pretend to your late husband’s scholarly distinctions.

Nor to the apostolic zeal of some of my brothers.

And I am, perhaps, a little too inclined

to overlook minor lapses in others and myself.

It is better to pardon too much

than to condemn too much, surely?

I think the best Christian teaching

is that which speaks most clearly to people, as you did just now.

It helps people to live their lives

as well and as happily as they can.

It is not always easy –

to find true happiness on earth.

No, it is not.

Life sometimes seems very cruel.

But I still believe that there is much

we can do to help each other practically.

Mr. Farebrother, I should like to offer you the living at Lowick.

I hope very much that you will accept it.

Thank you.

I shall be delighted to accept.

(piano playing)

Vincy: Friends, neighbors,

this is not one of your stiff formal functions.

Open house has always been our way.

But let me just say a word now,

to welcome home my son Fred and drink his health.

I won’t deny

we’ve had our little differences,

but he’s buckled down to his studies,

and passed his final examination

at Oxford University.

Perhaps who knows, one day we might even have a bishop in the family.

(all laugh)

I have said some hard things about him in the past,

but now, I’d like to say,

I have in Fred the best –

best-natured son a man could wish for.

Here’s to you, Fred. Congratulations, son.

- Woman: Congratulations. - All: To Fred. Fred!

- Fred – - Harriet.

You must be very gratified, sister, that your son

has felt a calling to enter Christ’s ministry.

Well, yes. Walter had always wanted

a son in the church.

It does seem strange to think of him

conducting christenings and funerals,

but I daresay once he’s got in the way of it,

it’ll become second nature. Don’t you think?

(Rosamond giggling)

She isn’t pretty, you know, but she’s most particular.

First, she wouldn’t have him

because of his gambling and drinking.

And now she won’t have him because he’s going to be a clergyman.

(both laughing)

Poor Fred. We shouldn’t laugh. That’s most cruel.

People are staring, Captain Lydgate.

I mustn’t monopolize you.

- You must talk to the other ladies. - I certainly shan’t.

I never saw such a damned ugly collection of women in my life.

- (whispers) Captain! - Yourself excepted, of course.

And your mother.

As for the rest, if they were hounds, I’d shoot ’em.

(laughing)

We were all very pleased to hear about the Lowick chaplaincy.

Now, how much would that pay? If I’m not speaking out of turn.

£40 a year, Mr. Vincy.

Couldn’t happen to a better man, £40...

A man could get married on that.

(distant laughing)

Rosamond: Good night, captain.

I do hope you sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.

Tertius, I wish you would be more polite to the captain.

I am polite to him.

- You hardly ever speak to him. - My dear Rosy, I feed and house the fellow.

You mustn’t expect me to talk to him as well.

- The man is an ass. - Oh!

If he got his head broken

I might look at it with interest, not before.

I cannot conceive why you should speak

of your cousin so contemptuously.

In my opinion, he is a thorough gentleman.

The fact is, Rosy,

you would wish me to be a little more like him.

(laughs)

Mr. Bulstrode: Well, there it is, Harriet.

Stone Court.

So, how should you like to be mistress of it,

and all the Featherstone land, my dear?

I should like it very well, Nicholas,

if it gave you pleasure.

I believe it is the Almighty’s will for us, my dear.

Man: Reform is in the air!

A good crowd, Mr. Brooke.

And very well disposed, I’d say.

Good! Good!

Thank you.

The enemy are gathering. Hawley and the trumpetmen.

All men of good will though, Standish. All good fellows in their way.

You think that, Brooke, if it gives you comfort.

Ladislaw.

What was that point about the schedules?

Never mind that. They don’t want details.

What are three principal heads we stand for?

Ah, what is it? No! No! I have it!

Reform of the House of Commons,

no more rotten boroughs, and uh...so on, yes.

That’ll strike home well, I fancy. Excellent.

And they know me, of course, and like me.

And no man has put more reforms in hand

this last half year than I have.

Ask Caleb Garth. Ask any man.

Well, there are machine toolmen out there.

Merchants. Hot-metal men from Brett’s Stamping

who have never heard of Brooke of Tipton.

I mean, there’s no harm in that.

- Speak to the point. They’ll like you well enough. - Ready, Mr. Brooke?

I’ll take another glass of sherry.

Ladislaw first with the introduction,

then your good self, then I’ll wind the whole thing up.

- All set? - Right.

All right.

- Brooke of Tipton? What’s he, a manufacturer? - Not him. Landowner him.

And a bad ’un too. Fat as a pig while poor folks’ children starve.

Fellow citizens of Middlemarch!

You know and I know

that a great change is sweeping this country,

and not before time!

Now, as never before,

we have the chance to free ourselves

from the crushing yolk of the past!

Aye, and not by bloody revolution,

or by civil war, but peacefully,

by humane reform! Is that not good news?!

My friends, we have been patient!

We have endured much!

And God knows we have deserved better!

It is towns like Middlemarch

that create the wealth of this country!

Is it not time,

is it not long past time,

that we should be properly represented in Parliament

by a man who will speak

from Middlemarch and for Middlemarch?!

Gentlemen, I am proud to give you

Mr. Brooke of Tipton!

(cheering)

- Well done. Half the battle. - Not so sure.

Hawley’s got something up his sleeve.

Gentlemen! Electors of Middlemarch!

Heckler: Quack! Quack! Quack!

- (laughing) - (shushing)

I’m uncommonly glad to be here.

I was never so proud and happy in my life.

(crowd mumbles)

I mentioned that, you know, I mention it here,

in the heart of England –

Heckler: Quack!

- (laughing) - Man: Will you shut up and let the man speak?!

- Let’s hear the man! - I...

(crowd murmurs)

I...

Aye!?

I’m your neighbor, my good friends,

your close neighbor!

You’ve known me on the bench a good while!

Quack!

Brooke: Machine...machinery

and machine breaking, now, I - I’ve –

been into that lately,

machine breaking, and it won’t do, you know!

(mocking) “It won’t do, you know!?”

We have a bit of an avalanche,

I know that.

(mocking) “A bit of an avalanche! I do know that!”

Oh!

But things must go on, you see!

Trade, you know. We must look all over the globe

- from China to Peru. - Woman: Where?

Who said that? Johnson, I think.

And that’s what I’ve done up to a point!

Not as far as Peru.

But, I haven’t stayed at home, no, no, no.

I saw that wouldn’t do.

The – the – the Levant, now –

(crowd mumbles)

Where some of your Middlemarch goods go,

and the Baltic. The Baltic, oh yes!

(mocking) The Baltic! I’ve been into that. Oh yes!

(laughing)

Brooke: Now, now, now! Come, come, gentlemen!

Seriously, now. Just put that thing down.

Everything must go on...

manufacture, the interchange of staples –

Heckler: “Manufacture. Interchange of staples.”

Quack! Quack! Quack!

That’s all very well “Quack.”

But what we need now is new ideas!

Blast your ideas! We want the bill!

Yeah, we want the bill!

And you shall have your bill, my friends!

I’ll give you the bill, Mr. Brooke!

£5,000 and a seat in Parliament!

What sort of argument is that?!

No, no, no. Fun is fun, but this has gone too far!

Let’s get inside, Brooke.

You can’t cow Brooke of Tipton!

- Come with me, Mr. Brooke. - Perhaps you’re right.

(all chanting) We want change!

This is a little too bad, you know. They didn’t give me time.

I should have got the ear of the people, by and by. However...

it’ll all come right at the nomination.

(bangs on door)

- Good luck to you, then. - Thank you.

I must confess to you, Mr. Rigg,

I regard this as nothing less than providential.

That you like land and I like money?

(laughs) It would be a dull world if we all wanted the same.

- Aye. - I don’t like the country, Mr. Bulstrode.

It’s seaport now.

the bustling quays.

A little moneychanger’s shop now,

- all fitted out with locks and safes. - Aye.

Thank you.

You’ve got the property

and I’ve got the cash.

We’re both rich men in our way.

- Good day to you. - Good day.

Drive on!

I didn’t like that man, Nicholas.

And yet he was sent here for a purpose.

Do you really think it was part of God’s purpose?

In His infinite wisdom, He allowed

the living of Lowick to go to Farebrother.

I shall never fathom that. But this –

this cannot be anything but a blessing, Harriet.

He has our welfare constantly in mind.

That is His message, I believe.

Good day to you.

(couple snickering)

Mr. Brooke.

Nicky. Ah, Ladislaw.

I’d like a word with you, a word, you know?

I’m afraid

this may come as rather a shock to you.

but...well, the fact of the matter is

I’ve decided to give up the candidacy,

leave it to a younger man.

I’m very sorry.

I know how disappointed you must be.

I had anticipated it, sir.

Really?

What a prescient fellow you are, Ladislaw.

(laughs, coughs)

It’s the chest, in part, you know.

I’ve felt a trifle uneasy about the chest, lately.

And Lydgate has warned me I must pull up.

Poor Casaubon. That was a warning, you know?

It is rather coarse work, this electioneering, aye?

Yes. Yes it is.

Still, we made a start, aye?

We’ve dug a channel with “The Pioneer.”

And a more ordinary man

than you might carry it on.

- A more ordinary – - Do you mean...

that you wish me to give up “The Pioneer”?

No, or course not. Not if you wish to stay on.

But for myself, I’ve determined

to resign as proprietor.

And the new men might not take

that high a view of you that I have.

In short, I thought

you might choose to give it up

and find a better field. Do you see?

For your talents.

I thought myself of taking

a run into France, but...

London, now!

There’s Althorpe.

I could give you letters of introduction

- to Althorpe. I’ve met Althorpe. - No, I’m obliged to you.

Since you’re parting with “The Pioneer,”

I need not trouble you as to the steps I shall take.

I am aware some of your family have been urging you

to get rid of me, but I’m a free man still I hope.

Well of course you are, my dear fellow.

I beg you not to take it in that light.

I only want to further your career.

By driving me away, you mean?!

I may leave Middlemarch.

I may choose to remain here for the present.

And I’m very sorry if this causes you any inconvenience!

Oh how lovely this is.

Do you know Tertius doesn’t like me to ride?

The man’s a fool... man’s a fool!

I never saw a lady with a finer seat.

(laughs) Shameless flatterer.

Not I, haven’t the wit for it.

- (both laugh) - Let’s canter up that rise.

Looking excellent from here, ma’am.

(Celia laughs)

Please don’t be angry with me, Tertius.

You’ve come back safely, as you say.

But you mustn’t go again!

Even if it were the quietest, most familiar horse in the world,

there would always be the chance of an accident!

There is just as much chance of an accident indoors.

You know that’s nonsense. I’ll tell the captain he ought to have known better.

Please, will you fasten up my plaits, dear?

I love the touch of your hands.

I beg you will not speak to the captain.

It would be treating me as if I were a child.

Promise you will leave the subject to me?

Very well.

But, you are to be quite firm with him.

Brooke: Plenty of air now,

and not too much thought. Books are very well,

but in moderation, you know?

Well, I must say you all look uncommonly agreeable.

You almost make me change my mind,

- and stay. - Then stay, dear sir.

No need to run away to France

because they throw a few rotten eggs at you.

You’ll be quite safe at home, Brooke,

with your friends around you.

I don’t run away, Mrs. Cadwallader,

but, a change of air – it’s quite a different thing.

Celia, my dear.

- James, well, well. - Sir.

Uncle, you haven’t said goodbye to Arthur.

Ah, goodbye my dear fellow.

I’m off to Paris.

That’s in France.

Oh, see how he wrinkles his little nose up?

You don’t like France, do you, Arthur?

“No,” he said. “for they eat frogs and snails there.

- horrible.” - Allow me to assist you, sir.

My dear fellow, thank you.

(baby cooing)

Goodbye.

All: Bye, goodbye!

She should get married again.

And the sooner the better.

Baby and I think Dodo should stay a widow.

It’s very nice for her.

And she should shut up that horrid, dark old house,

and live with us here always. James wouldn’t mind.

Nothing would make me happier, but she won’t budge.

Will she not? Let me see what I can do.

You will go mad in that house alone, my dear.

You see, I’m blunt with you

because nobody else will be.

I know it’s a great temptation to go mad,

but don’t go in for it. You wouldn’t like it.

Oh, I daresay, you’re bored here

with our good dowager...

and baby, of course, with his wonderful expressions.

But think what a bore you’ll become yourself

sitting alone in that dark library,

playing the tragedy queen

and taking everything sublimely.

You must not concern yourself on my account.

I’m quite determined to live alone at Lowick.

I have some ideas in my mind about how I shall live there.

Though they might not agree with some, I like them very well.

I still think the world is mistaken about a great many things.

It’s too late to try and cure me of it now.

- (sighs) - But I promise you faithfully

that if I find myself running into madness,

I shall send for you immediately.

Well, I very much trust that you will.

I could not bear to leave the neighborhood

without seeing you to say goodbye.

I should have thought it

very unkind if you had not wished to see me.

Are you going away soon?

Quite soon, I think.

My contract with “The Pioneer”

has three, four weeks to run.

I intend to go to London and study for the bar.

Everyone says that’s the best route into public affairs.

There’s a great deal of work that needs to be done politically,

and I intend to try and do some of it.

I’m sure you will do well.

You have so many talents.

My uncle has told me how well you speak in public.

Then you approve of my going away for years,

and never coming back again until I’ve made my mark in the world?

I suppose it must be right

for you to do as you say.

I shall be very happy

when I hear that you’ve made your value felt.

You’ll forget all about me.

I should never forget you.

I’ve never forgotten anyone I used to know.

Great God!

I was wondering, if you would like

to have that miniature upstairs as a keepsake?

The one of your grandmother.

It’s so like you.

Why should I have that when I have nothing else?

It would be more consoling to me...

if you wanted to keep it.

I used to despise women

for not shaping their lives more.

I was so fond of doing as I liked.

Two years ago, I had no notion of the way that trouble comes

and ties our hands and makes us silent

when we long to speak.

(knocks on door)

Pratt: Sir James Chettam’s here, ma’am.

Mrs. Casaubon.

Goodbye, Mrs. Casaubon.

I’m surprised he should show his face in this house.

You should not be angry with Mr. Ladislaw.

He has acted very properly and very honorably

and he has known so much injustice!

I wish I could find a way of making him some reparation,

but it seems impossible.

Well, it’s good land.

But it’s been sadly managed.

All to be done, you know.

All to be done. I like that, Mr. Garth.

All ought to be done for the glory of the Lord.

Let us set about it with a will.

Man: Good day to you, sirs.

Well bless my heart.

He looks like one of those men

one sees waiting about after the races.

By Jove, Nick, it is you. Unmistakable.

Nick Bulstrode, to the life.

Though five and twenty years have played

old bogey with us both.

Nick Bulstrode, you old rascal. How are you?

Ah, you didn’t expect to see me here, I’ll be bound.

Come. Come shake me by the hand.

(laughs)

- And a very good day to you, sir. - And you, sir.

What brings you here?

You ask me that, Nick.

It’s you. I’ve been searching and asking

all over for you and now I’ve found you.

Old friends. Old partners.

Dear old cronies, Nick and I.

I’d best be leaving now, Mr. Bulstrode.

We can talk about the farm another time.

- Yes. - Good evening to you.

And good evening to you, sir.

He seems a nice fellow, Nick.

Thank you, my dear.

No, leave the bottle on the table.

Thank you, Mrs. Abel.

You will excuse us not sitting down with you, Raffles.

Harriet, I know you have much to do.

Don’t let us detain you.

Mr. Raffles has come about a matter of business.

Well, if you say so. If you insist.

I’ll say good night then, Mr. Raffles.

Good night, Mrs. Bulstrode.

I look forward to many a cozy chat.

Good night.

I could tell you a tale or two about ol’ Nick’s London days.

Good night.

Tastier looking woman than the first Mrs. B, I’ll say that, Nick.

Very nice indeed.

I bet she didn’t bring a fortune like the old one did.

Lots of money in stolen goods.

A fine game is the fencing game.

And you and the old lady

ran the best fencing shop in London, eh?

Regular thieves’ kitchen.

And – off to church on Sundays

as if butter wouldn’t melt. (laughing)

What do you want?

Just to see you, Nick, old boy,

talk about the good ol’ times

and share a little in your good fortune.

Why did you return from America?

You were paid an adequate sum to remain there!

It didn’t suit me to remain there, Nick.

And I’m not going back again.

You’ll do well to reflect, it’s possible for a man

to overreach himself in his efforts

to secure undue advantage.

You’d know all about that.

I’ve often thought I’d have been better off

by telling the first Mrs. B.

that I had found her runaway daughter.

I got very little from you for keeping it quiet,

and seeing you take her fortune.

I have a tender conscience about that pretty daughter.

She died penniless.

I suppose you know that?

Listen to me.

Although I am not in any way

bound to you,

I am willing to supply you with a quarterly income,

so long as you stay away from this neighborhood.

If you insist on remaining here, you will get nothing!

I shall decline to know you.

You remind me of that droll old dog of a thief

who declined to know the constable.

“I shall decline to know you.”

Your allusions are lost on me, sir!

The law has no hold on me.

Either through your agency or any other.

Can’t you take a joke these days?

I only meant...

that I should never decline to know you.

I don’t like your quarterly payments.

and your “Keep your distance,” Nick ol’ boy.

I’m not a leper.

And I like my freedom.

What do you want then?

(groans)

All this country air makes a man

uncommonly sleepy, don’t it, Nick?

Show me to my bed and...

I’ll tell you my terms in the morning.

Oh.

Nicholas, are you ill?

Is anything the matter?

Nothing, Harriet. Go back to sleep.

I shall not be long.

You’ve got thousands and thousands, Nick.

All of it illgotten gains, and none of it yours by right.

Thousands and thousands and all I want is hundreds.

200, how’s that for a bargain?

Give me 200 and I’ll go away.

I’ll pick up my portmanteau at the turnpike,

and then, off like a bullet.

Forever?

For a measly 200? I don’t think so.

Have you got the money here?

Your husband will feel exactly the same.

- Thank you very much indeed. Good day to you. - Good day.

- Dr. Lydgate, this is a pleasure. - Mr. Spooner.

- Have you come to see me, sir? - Yes I have.

How can I be of service?

By extending your patience and understanding

a little longer regarding the...

the settlement of my account with you.

Of course, Dr. Lydgate.

Perhaps you’d care to step into my office

and we can discuss what kind of arrangement

we might be able to come to.

- Yes, yes of course. - This way, sir.

(distant laughter)

If you’ll forgive me for saying so, it’s damn nonsense.

Lady Snelson was riding to hounds

ten days before her confinement.

- (gunshot) - (screams)

- (Rosamond screaming) - Head for the trees, ma’am!

(whinnies)

Steady. Steady, damn you.

Damn fools with their guns.

Ma’am, I think you need to dismount.

(panting) I’m not hurt. I – I –

I’m well, I think. Can I sit?

I’m here.

- (moans) - I’m here, Rosy.

- Tertius? - I’m here.

The baby.

The baby.

Tertius?!

(sobbing) Oh...oh...

Tertius!

Oh, don’t be angry with me.

Tertius, are you?

Are you angry with me?

Oh please.