All language subtitles for THE GILDED AGE S204-ENGCP

As you can see

we are entering into the final phase
of our grand enterprise

and we're eager that all of you,
our principal patrons and sponsors

should be the first to witness
what the new Metropolitan Opera

will bring to the great city
of New York.

And now, I shall hand you over
to Mr. Gilbert

so he can answer
any questions you may have.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd like
to follow me into the auditorium.

This way.

The work may not be done

but it is nearly done

and the First Tier, where most of you
have taken boxes

needs only its finishing touches.

And now, I give you the grandest
opera house in the world

the new Metropolitan!

Oh, my heavens!

How extraordinary!

As you can see,
the theater is monumental.

Mrs. Winterton, you came.

Your letter made me curious.

And you're right.

It's very splendid.

Are you thinking
of crossing over to our side?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

Mr. Winterton values his box
at the Academy so highly

as you'll understand better
than most.

Mrs. Russell, Mrs. Winterton

would you mind holding that pose
for just a second

while our artist makes a sketch?
For the Daily Graphic.

Not me. I support the Academy.

- Just you, then, Mrs. Russell.
- Of course.

- Which box is yours?
- Oh, nothing is final yet.

And I am to believe that.

You're kind to let me come today,
when you know I'll fail you.

That won't stop me
placing temptation in your way.

Is it all progressing smoothly?
I don't see any workmen.

Oh, they must have cleared them
for the patrons' visit.

Mrs. Russell, did you see the item
in a Newport paper recently?

There were no names
but people say it was about your son

and a Mrs. Blane?

He seems to be very fond of her.

We're all fond of Mrs. Blane.

He's starting out as an architect

and she has commissioned him
to renovate her house there.

So I suppose they've come
to know each other pretty well?

Yes. We all know and like Mrs. Blane.

And now I must go.

What cheek these people have.

I don't know
where they get their nonsense.

I'm sure there's nothing to it,
but...

But what?

Nothing, really.
I wasn't going to tell you.

It was just that Maud Beaton
made a comment

when we all went to see that play.

She seemed to think something
was going on between them

- but it was a joke.
- Of course it was.

If I could have a word, Mrs. Russell.

I'm afraid I have bad news.

Does it have anything to do
with the absence of any workers?

Precisely. The money's run out.

We are badly behind in our schedule
for selling leases on the boxes.

I'll help with that.

If you can help, Mrs. Russell,
please do and don't waste any time.

I hope Miss Ada realizes that
entertaining means a lot of work.

It's for a good cause.

I think she likes the rector.

Oh, she likes him very much,
and she's earned a bit of happiness.

How's the clock coming on?

Good, I think.
I'm gonna start testing it this week.

Should we all wear helmets?

Bishop Riley has been a missionary
in Mexico City for years

saving lives and sharing gospel.

So, I hope I have convinced you
to join me

in supporting his noble cause.

Calm down.
It wasn't the Gettysburg Address.

What he said was so moving.

The pamphlets
on how you may help the mission

are on the table as you pass through
to the dining room

where we invite you to join us now
for some tea.

Thank you.

I shouldn't have thought that this
would be of much interest to you.

I came to support Aunt Ada.

Besides, Miss Beaton is keen
to help spread the Christian word.

And how does that sit with you?

I gladly support good causes
from the comfort of Fifth Avenue.

That bishop sounds so courageous.

I just wish I were brave enough
to do something practical to help.

Why don't I make a donation
in your name?

Really?

You continue to surprise me,
Mr. van Rhijn.

And you continue
to inspire me, Miss Beaton.

I wish I knew
what to make of your cousin.

Well, I've never seen him
like this with anyone.

You bring out the best in him,
and I'm glad.

- We should go.
- Are you leaving so soon?

I'm afraid Miss Brook is expected
at my daughter's school tea.

- Tell Oscar goodbye for me.
- Of course.

Shall we?

Well, there's no need
for you to escort me.

I know my way to the school.

It's the least I can do.

Oh, Greece was my favorite
of all the mission trips

but that was so long ago.

Why did you stop?

When my father died,
my mother was alone.

I looked after her until the end.

Still, you must miss
your missionary work.

If I were counting my regrets

I would put lack of travel
as number one.

It's not too late for you to travel.

I shan't argue,
since I hope it's true.

Miss Brook, there is so much
that you can still do.

There you are.

I want to thank both of you
for holding this gathering for me.

- We were glad to do it.
- You know Ada.

Never happier
than when she's doing good works.

Are you sure you don't want
anything else to eat?

What about some more tea?

All right.
I'll have another cup of tea.

I see Mrs. Montgomery, excuse me.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

Your daughter is charming,
and so old for her age.

- She isn't...
- And she's just like her father.

I've watched him
when he comes to collect her.

I must say,
you have him wonderfully trained.

She is like her father, yes...

I don't think we've met,
Mrs. Montgomery.

I'm Mrs. Glennie.
I'm not Mrs. Montgomery.

I'm Miss Brook,
and I'm Frances's cousin.

- I teach here.
- I see. I do apologize.

Well, you'll know my daughter,
Sarah Glennie.

Of course.

- She's a credit to you.
- Yes, well, good.

I'd better see that she's all right.

There she is!

What were you saying to Mrs. Glennie?

Nothing much.

Miss Brook,
we're so happy to see you.

You're our favorite teacher.

Thank you,
but let's keep that to ourselves.

Here's your father.

Am I too early?

No. I think
it's just breaking up now.

You're very kind to have given
Frances your afternoon.

Oh, I've enjoyed it. It's nice to see
all the girls and their families.

And now, here we are,
the three of us.

Because we make a rather neat
little family too now, don't we?

You mustn't frighten Miss Brook.

You're not frightened, are you?

Of course not.

I've had a lovely time,
but now I should get back.

The carriage is outside.

No, I'll walk. I usually do.

Nonsense.
No one in our little family walks

not when there's a perfectly
good carriage waiting.

She's very grateful.

And so am I.

You're not still worrying
about that stupid article?

Stupid or not, we have to be careful.

It was just fizz for a gossip column.

What does it matter? Ignore it.

You are a bachelor
sowing your wild oats.

And you have nothing to lose.

You worry too much.

No one cares.

People care.

What is it?

Your mother has written to me.

She's asked me to call on her
the next time I'm in New York.

Does she say why?

Well, it seems to be about getting me
to take a box at the Metropolitan.

Oh, I see. Yes, it would be.

But why couldn't it wait
until she was back in Newport?

She wouldn't want to wait.

She thinks of nothing else
at the moment.

Will you see her?
While you're there?

What reason could I possibly
have for refusing?

Just don't let her worry you.

When will you get back to Newport?

Thursday.

In time for Mrs. Fish's dinner.

I'll pick you up at eight.

Should we arrive together?

I'll drop you at the door

drive around the block
and come in later.

And for what it's worth,
I'm not sowing any wild oats.

Because I love you.

And I am very much afraid
that I love you, Mr. Russell

which was not a part
of the original plan.

Are we dining together this evening?

I don't think so.

That's a pity
because I have good news.

It's about the Duke of Buckingham.

I wrote to John Burns,
the English Chairman of Cunard.

It seems he knows the Duke well.

We're invited to a reception.

With the Duke?

Of course with the Duke.

I said you could fix things
if you put your mind to it.

How was your patrons' tour
of the opera house?

Did it go well?

Not entirely. We have a problem.

- The work stopped.
- Won't they sort it out?

Maybe, but the opening could be
delayed when it's all arranged.

We could even lose our singers.

Do you want me to look into it?

I'd be grateful if you would.

Apart from that,
did you feel it went well?

I think so. Although Mrs. Winterton
took the chance to rub my face

in her membership in the Academy.

And a journalist asked me about
some gossip in a Newport paper

which some people seem to think
is about Larry and Mrs. Blane.

- What did you say?
- What could I say?

That he's working for her,
as her architect.

- Well, that's true.
- It's spreading, George.

It'll be all over New York
before too long.

- You'll control it.
- Is that all I'm good for?

Running around with a blanket
to put out the fires?

Trying to make sure Larry
stays out of trouble.

Making sure Gladys
meets the right people.

I cover all your backs,
but who's covering mine?

I hope I am.

That's what I mean to do.

For me, no one living
is more important than you.

I know.

What do you propose to do
about Larry?

I'm going to talk to Mrs. Blane.

And what will you say?

Only the truth.

It's usually for the best.

Have you answered
Mr. McNeil's letter yet?

No. And before you ask

it's because I don't quite know
what that answer should be.

It must be very difficult for you.

Because I need to be sure
that it's right for her.

Do you think he'll renege
on the terms?

No. He says that
he'll make me comfortable

I'm sure that he will, but I need
to know that it's what she wants.

Then tell him.

Write to him, and explain
that you need to hear it from her.

You're right.

Make sure to cover it up.

I'll do it.

It's an honor to meet you,
Mr. Washington.

My pleasure.
It's quite the journey from New York.

An important journey.

My wife will be delighted
to have another lady in the house.

I look forward to meeting her

and I can't wait to see
the campus and the dormitory.

- Yes.
- Well, I appreciate you all

coming down here to cover this

and give us our time in the sun.

You deserve a good press.

Oh, I'm going to remind you of that
when you're writing the article.

How did you convince Mr. Porter
to make such a large contribution?

Barely off the train
and already at work.

Very good.

Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Washington.

I hear great things
about your new dormitory.

You should be congratulated.

That's kind of you. Thank you.

Have things changed
that much in the South?

Or is it just you?

We're making incremental changes
with the whites

but even bigger changes
for ourselves.

You'll see when we get to the school.

Would you like to come out with me
and see my father?

I can't. I'm to meet my aunt
in the park right after school.

We're walking home together.

- Miss Brook.
- Hello, Miss Barnes.

May I have a word with you?

Of course.

Are you familiar with Jane Addams?

She's dedicated to social reform.

We're joining her in starting
some charity classes

for which we need teachers.

I would like you to help
with this cause.

Would I teach painting
at Miss Addams's classes?

No. They need skills
to give them a chance in life

reading, writing, basic arithmetic.

- That sort of thing.
- I see.

- Thank you for thinking of me.
- Of course.

You hate peonies.

No, why would you say that?

I've not given flowers to many women

but I don't think
you should be worried.

They're lovely.

But I admit I do wonder
what Agnes will think.

Those flowers are for you, Ada Brook.

And no one else.

They're very beautiful.

Thank you.

Yes.

Right this way, sir, right this way.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my!

What about Marian?

We can't leave without her.

Well, she won't come here
in the rain.

Why don't we go by the school
to see if she's still there?

Oh, yes, let's do that.

Some gossip has reached me
that I confess I find disquieting.

I thought I was here to talk
about the new opera house.

That can wait.

Did you see the article?

About you and Larry?

How can you be so sure?
It gave no names.

Don't think I care
what they write about you

but I do not want them
to connect you with my son.

Larry is working for me.

You've had your fun.
Isn't it time to end it?

What are you talking about?

What is it you want from him?

You can't give him an heir.

In 20 years, when he is in his prime,
you'll be walking with a stick.

Even if he feels too guilty to leave

part of him
will be waiting for you to die.

You must remember what that was like

when you were married
to your husband.

How dare you say such things!

- I dare because they're true.
- I'm leaving.

- Very well. And about the opera...
- I don't care about the opera!

Well, that's good
because since I wrote

the boxes have all gone.

So I came here for nothing?

I'm afraid it looks that way.

- Thank you.
- I enjoyed myself

despite the rain.

I look forward to our next meeting.

I suppose that will be Sunday.

Can I see you sooner?

How?

You could come by the church
to discuss missionary charities

or sit with me for choir rehearsal?

Can you get away tomorrow evening?

Agnes doesn't keep me captive.

Good. I don't think I have
the patience to wait until Sunday.

'Til then.

What happened?

You never came to the park.

The headmistress asked
to speak to me after school

and by then, it was raining,
so I caught a cab.

Did the rector drop you off?

Yes.

Did he give you those?

He did.

Would you take care of them for me?

I don't have the strength
to explain them to Agnes.

I'd better change.

I think it'll be worthwhile.

You must be proud.

It means the headmistress
thinks highly of you.

When does it begin?
Teaching these beggars?

Please don't call them that.

I thought tomorrow night

we might try that lamb receipt
from the Ladies Home Journal.

I've given it to Mrs. Bauer.

Oh. Mrs. Wilson's asked me to dine.
The Fanes are going.

I accepted
because I thought you'd be out.

My dinner was cancelled.
Mrs. Temple is ill.

I'll have to tell Mrs. Bauer
it will just be the two of us.

Actually, I have plans
for tomorrow evening.

Plans?

What can you mean?
What sort of plans?

I have business
to attend to at the church.

Presumably this is the reverend
Mr. Forte again?

He wants to discuss
the missionary charities.

He's working all day,
so he asked me to come in later.

There's to be a choir practice.

And what will you do about dinner?

I'm sure he'll see to it
that I don't go hungry.

Marian thinks you are engaged

- in a full-blown flirtation.
- What?

You mean with
the reverend Mr. Forte?

- Why? Are there others?
- Of course not.

I never said that, Aunt Agnes.

I think you did.

Marian likes to embroider things
to tease me, to tease us both.

Because it would seem a poor return
after all these years

if you were to desert me now.

Agnes, what has got into you?

So Mr. Forte is nothing?

He is an extremely nice man,
and I like him very much.

That is all I feel for him

and I am quite sure
it is all he feels for me.

But if it were more?

"If ifs and ands were pots and pans,
there'd be no need for tinkers."

- I'm serious.
- I refuse to be serious

about this subject.

Bannister, remove the flowers
and the bee that inhabits them.

Where did they come from?

They're mine.

They were a present.

From Cousin Dashiell?

From the parents of a pupil.

Bannister, we're done with this.

What on earth is that noise?

I think it may be my clock alarm.

Telling you what?
That it's time to clear the plates?

Go and turn it off at once.

- I'll fetch the dessert.
- Better not.

It might attract more bees.

- I'm sorry to summon you here.
- I'm rather enjoying it.

It's some time since I've been
in a banker's office.

But I had my own, once.

Please.

How many of your fellow servants
know why you've come here?

Just some of the senior staff.

The butler, the chef,
the housekeeper, that's all.

This is exactly what I cannot have.

The news spreading through New York
that your father-in-law is a valet.

I don't expect you to understand.

But I understand perfectly.

I'm afraid it won't be possible
for you and Mrs. McNeil to meet.

She has asked me to speak for her

And to thank you
if you decide to accept our offer

and move to the West Coast.

I hope that's enough.

No, it's not.

- Why not?
- Because I must hear it from her.

I'm sorry? Do you mean to
suggest that I am lying?

No.

What else can it be?

I have relayed her wishes,
I have given you her decision.

What other reason can you have
for refusing to believe it?

I am not suggesting anything.
I'm not refusing anything.

I am telling you in as polite

and straightforward
a manner as possible

that I won't give up my job

or leave the city without
discussing it with my daughter.

You're a very stubborn man.

I might say the same.

Very well.

Flora will be very disappointed

that her happiness
is of no concern to you.

I will not answer that

since you know it to be
the very reverse of the truth.

Not just stubborn then
but also insolent.

If you will forgive me, Mr. McNeil,
I must be getting back.

Mrs. Bruce?

What, what are you doing up here?

Oh, menus, of course.

What else?

When I was out earlier

I saw a poster for a concert
in Central Park.

What kind of concert?

Well, it was a medley.

Some opera, Verdi Brahms

Mendelssohn's overture
to A Midsummer Night's Dream.

That sort of thing.

Would you like to go?

What? Together?

That's... well, that's the idea.

Yes. I would.

You've made me glad.

Mr. Joshua Winterton.

You are good to come.

When Mrs. Astor summons me,
I know what I must do.

But why was I not to tell
Mrs. Winterton?

Because I wanted you to tell her
when you know what it's about.

Please.

This is very difficult to say

but I have lately learned more
of Mrs. Winterton's career

which leads me to think

that she might not be entirely happy
at the Academy.

Oh, she very much enjoys
the Academy.

I'm sure she thinks she does.

But I do not believe
that she will find

the other box-holders congenial
when she gets to know them better.

Why is that?

There is too great a contrast
in her journey through life.

What are you saying?

That Mrs. Winterton is somehow
unsuited to be a box-holder?

Are you implying there is something
disreputable in my wife's past?

Because if you are...

I'm not saying anything of the sort,
but her history is quite unlike

that of the other ladies
she will meet there.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Can you be clearer?

That is for Mrs. Winterton to say.

But in the meantime,
we must surrender our box?

- If you don't mind.
- But I do mind!

I mind very much!

You know, if we go, we must transfer
to the new Metropolitan

and we will take as many
of our old friends as we can!

Even so, that might be best.

And this is a general decision?

The board has spoken of it, yes.

Very well.

I cannot fight you
when the blade has already fallen.

But let me give you a warning.

I will not forget this!

And nor will you!

He hasn't arrived yet.

- How can you be sure?
- We'll know.

What do we call him when we meet?

Your Highness? Sir?

Your Grace is the formal title.

And we're to address him
as Your Grace?

- You've got to be kidding.
- Mr. McAllister says that

when we meet him socially,
we should just call him "Duke."

If the only gain in our fight
for independence

Was to dispense with British titles,
then it was surely worth it.

Mrs. Russell?

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, did we need your permission?

I only meant I wasn't aware
you knew the Duke.

I hear work on the Metropolitan
has been suspended for a while.

Oh, that's been sorted out.

It was a slight hitch, nothing more.

So it won't upset your plan to open
on the same night as the Academy?

Good. I'm looking forward to it.

Me too. I enjoy competition.

Is that true?

That everything's back on track
with the Met?

Problem's solved.

Work will start again in the morning.

What? How?

I hope you haven't put
your own money into it

when I promised you wouldn't have to.

No. It was just bad accounting.

I had Clay look into it,
and it's been sorted out.

That is wonderful. Thank you.

Stay here.

May I help you, ma'am?

No, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
His Grace, the Duke of Buckingham.

Your Grace.

Oh. He's much younger
than I thought he'd be.

What were you expecting?

Well, don't most dukes inherit
in late middle age?

I don't know sufficient dukes
to make a meaningful comparison.

Excuse me, sir.

I believe your wife
is at the wrong chair.

You're mistaken.

Mrs. Russell is exactly
where she should be.

Mrs. Russell. I am pleased.

I've heard all about you
from Mr. Burns.

I can't be sitting here.

It seems you are, Mrs. Winterton.

Is it so terrible a fate?

Good gracious. It's you.

Good evening, Mr. van Rhijn.

I hoped we'd meet again

but I never thought
it would be like this.

Life is full of surprises.

I'm sorry if you're disappointed
to find yourself next to me.

It's not that exactly.

But I was told my place was...

Oh, never mind. We're here now.

We are.

And you have 'til the next course
to describe your ascension.

How did you do it? I long to hear.

In a way, it's a relief to be with
someone who knows my whole story.

But first, is my husband all right?

Who are we looking at?

My husband, Mr. Winterton.

This is Miss Maud Beaton.

Mrs. Winterton.
Mr. Winterton is seated down there.

Next to Lillie Langtry the actress.

I met her when I was in London.

She's bound to know the Duke.

She had a long romance
with the Prince of Wales.

I met her when the Duke
entertained us at Sidmouth Castle.

How do you two know each other?

We used to be neighbors, in a way.

Is something the matter?

It's the way
the Americans lay a table.

I can't get used to it.

Does that make me sound provincial?

I'm sorry they didn't get it right.

If I were hosting the dinner,
I can promise you, I would.

Is that an invitation, Mrs. Russell?

Oh, let's see how tonight goes.

You have a house in Newport,
don't you?

I'm supposed to be visiting there
to stay with the Wintertons.

You don't sound very enthusiastic.

To be honest, I don't know
how I got roped into it.

But I would like to see the town.
I've heard so much about the place.

Then why not come
and stay with us instead?

We have two children,
not much younger than you.

- If only I could.
- Of course you can.

The Wintertons won't mind.

I'll give a dinner and ask them.
They won't be offended.

They'll probably be relieved.

- Do you really think so?
- Absolutely.

I find the campus invigorating.

It reminds me of my days
at the Institute in Philadelphia.

All of the young, colored students
working towards their dreams

whether or not they come true,
it's still just so full of hope.

That's exactly how
you should describe it in your paper.

It's impressive, I agree,
but we must remain impartial

And not be unduly influenced
by you or this delicious dinner.

Thank you.

I want to persuade Fannie to add
a cooking class to our curriculum.

I teach plenty of useful classes.

Like what?

We have a dressmaking division now.

The female students make uniforms
that we actually sell.

It's created a source of revenue
for the school.

And trains the students
for higher paying domestic work

if they can't get a teaching job.

I'll show you while you're here.

Of course, the girls will be in awe
of what you're doing.

In awe because?

That's something they could
never imagine for themselves.

Well, I blush at the idea that anyone
would want to be me.

I was once at a state dinner
for the Bey of Egypt

and there was an armed coup
just after the pudding.

- You can't be serious!
- I certainly am.

All the servants vanished

and eventually,
I went to look for the cheese

with the wife of
the French ambassador

and instead,
we were met with bayonets.

Oh, goodness.
Well, I think it's safe to assume

you'll make it through
tonight's dinner alive.

Are you willing to promise?

I promise we'll get past the cheese.

So the pudding's safe then?

So what did Aurora tell you about me?

Just that your family's complicated
like every other family I know.

He is using me to do business
and keep his own name out of it.

Can't you just tell him no?

Could you tell your father no
when he was alive?

I wish I could help.

Now, I applaud what you're doing,
but can't you teach them to fight?

They may gain a degree here

but in the white world,
these proud students

must learn to creep and crawl
before they're allowed to exist.

Our lives aren't so different.

Things may be worse in the South

but even in New York,
we enter through the back door.

We're not welcome in the white stores

or restaurants or anywhere else.

I've been asked to make
the characters in my stories white

in order to be published.

Maybe, but you can still
earn a living as a writer.

What does a colored dairy farmer
trained in Tuskegee do

when the white man
won't pay a fair rate?

Why not sell to a colored man?

Because that man is probably just
a sharecropper and can't afford it.

Until we demand our rights
as full citizens

we won't get anywhere.

Of course I understand
your anger, Mr. Fortune.

Do you think I don't feel it?

But it doesn't work down here.

To build Tuskegee into what it is now

I have had to make peace
with the white folk.

The white men terrorize
colored folks in these parts

and no one does anything.

I'm not making deals
with the white people

who terrorize us.

How can you tell the difference?

You were a slave, and so was I.

How do you make peace
with people who bought and sold us?

Who branded us like cattle,
whipped us on Saturday

then sat in church on Sunday
without a morsel of shame?

Some may keep silent, Mr. Fortune

because they tried it your way

and they got killed
for their trouble.

I don't mean to scare you,
Miss Scott.

You're only telling the truth.

But what if you ever
stop playing their game?

If you stop being calm
and keeping the peace.

We are opening
the largest building in Tuskegee.

It will hold offices, a kitchen

living space
for students and faculty.

You don't get that by picking fights.

Well, I think that
the Tuskegee School

is a political argument in itself.

Can't you see that you both want
the same things?

It's only your methods that differ.

I just know
I'm unwilling to make nice

with people who lynch at will.

Mrs. Washington, this is delicious.

You have outdone yourself.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry to wake you so early.

- Is something wrong?
- No.

I just had a thought last night.

It's about a new angle
for our article.

Well, what is it?

You know,
everyone we've talked to so far

has had to speak
in front of Mr. Washington.

What if we speak to some
of the students without him there

so they can say
what they really think

about what a day at Tuskegee
means to them

and how their education
will affect them later in life?

You see, Miss Scott, I knew
I brought you down here for a reason.

Well, a student's day at Tuskegee
starts now.

Let's go!

So you all do this every morning?

Only on the mornings
when we want to eat, sir.

Is dairy farming your main study?

We get to do a bit of everything.

I'm only just back on farming.

Before, I was building
the new dormitory y'all are here for.

You built it yourself?

Me and the other students.
It was part of our masonry class.

So it was an actual assignment?

Yeah, that's how it tends to work
at the school.

For instance, we plant the crops
in the morning

and then examine the soil
that afternoon.

You ain't been around a cow before?

Not this close.

New Yorkers like to look at animals,
but they don't touch them much.

Would you like me
to teach you to milk her?

Oh, I don't think so.

We're only here to write an article.

Oh, go for it, Miss Scott.

When are you ever going
to get another chance?

Certainly not on 61st Street.

All right.

- So, you have to pull real hard.
- All right.

Don't worry. You won't hurt her.

I did it.

You sure did.

Thank you. Oh, what's your name?

David Sturt, ma'am.

Well, thank you, David.

You'd never think a clock
had so many pieces.

I would.

Shouldn't you just give it up
and buy a new one?

Oh, you wait.

It may have gone off during dinner,
but now he knows why.

Don't you, Jack?

Is she right, John?

Are you on the track of the answer?

I think so.

I think the problem
is with the escape wheel

what they call the escapement.

If the oil is thickening on it

it could be slowing down
the movement.

You're talking like a scientist.

He's talking like a clockmaker,
which is more to the point.

But what can you do about it?

Well, I'm trying to improve
the escape wheel

so it runs without oil.

Good luck with that, I don't think.

Not so fast.

Let's just be patient
and see how it turns out.

I'm off, my dear.

Oh, where are you off to?

I have a fitting at 11,
so I'll see you at luncheon.

Before you go, there's something
I've been meaning to tell you.

I would have said it sooner

but I didn't want to spoil
the dinner with the Duke.

I'm listening.

Mrs. Astor has asked us to surrender
our box at the Academy.

What? Why?

Something about your past career
being too different

from the wives
of the other box-holders.

But how did she know that?

How did she know what?

That I worked, at one time

as a sort of companion
to Mrs. Russell.

Mrs. George Russell?

I'd no money.
I had to survive somehow.

I thought I told you.

Maybe you did.

But what is wrong
with being a companion, anyway?

Many ladies of insufficient means
do exactly the same.

Of course they do.

But why did Mrs. Russell
need a companion

when she had her husband
to keep her company?

Well, that was why I left.

I suppose she must have
mentioned it...

but she couldn't have known
Mrs. Astor would react so badly.

No, she can't have expected that.

Pretzels.

It was my boyhood dream.

To be a duke?

More that I wanted to be king.

Of any particular country?

I hadn't worked out the details.

I was eight.

You do make me laugh, Mr. van Rhijn.

Oh how I need that after a day
of contracts and stock certificates.

My head is spinning.

I hate being part of it.

I even thought
of doing what you said.

Remind me of my sage advice.

To tell him no.

I just have to summon
the courage to do it.

What if I could help?

- How?
- I am a banker.

I might be able to do something.

- Murderer!
- Murderer!

Robber Baron!

Are you facing a strike
in Pittsburgh, Mr. Russell?

Will you keep on ignoring
your workers' demands?

Murderer!

You've got blood
on your hands, Mr. Russell!

Why must I be the villain
in every story?

I employ thousands of men.

I have lifted whole towns
out of poverty.

And yet I'm the tyrant
who crushes the faces of the poor.

I'm told they have a date set
for the strike.

Pinkerton's men say the same,
and it'll be soon.

We're ready whenever it comes.

We have defenses
around the mills across the river

and we've enough scabs
to keep production running.

Let me be clear, Mr. Russell

the strikers will do whatever
it takes to keep the scabs out.

The governor has given me his word.

His militia will get the scabs
into the mills.

We hope.

They won't fight against armed men.

They will
if they're armed themselves.

Hello, Mrs. Blane is expecting me.

Thank you,
I can take care of Mr. Russell.

I'm sorry I'm late, but I've got
the carriage right here

and Mrs. Fish won't mind.

You haven't changed.

I'm not going to the dinner.

What is it? Are you ill?

And why are we standing
in the doorway?

- Can't I come in?
- I'd rather you didn't.

Then may I have an explanation?

I think we should call a halt.

I don't understand.

We should stop seeing each other.

No damage has been done.

Nothing that won't be forgotten
within a week.

But if we continue as we were,
things might get complicated.

Yes, they will get complicated

because we're going to be married
and live together until we die.

Please, Larry. You're making this
more difficult than it needs to be.

I think it needs
to be damned difficult.

What prompted it? Tell me.

Was this because of my mother?

Do you want me to take her on?
Because I will.

Don't.

It won't be any good.

- Then what can I do?
- Nothing.

There's nothing to be done.

We had a fling.

We enjoyed it, at least I did.

Now it's time for us to move on
with our lives.

Here I was thinking
we had a future but no...

Goodbye, Larry.

Look after yourself, and please try
to be kind when you think of me.

Wait!

For the beauty of the earth

For the glory of the skies

I'm sorry.

- For what?
- For laughing in church.

The Lord likes to see you laugh.

I know I do.

It feels sacrilegious.

I promise you, He won't mind.

Do you know
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Dunkin?

They sit about three pews
behind you and your sister.

Do you know
where all of your parishioners sit?

Mostly...

Yes.

What was it you were saying
about the Dunkins?

Oh, they offered me their box for
the Academy of Music next Tuesday.

How generous.

It is generous...

and it makes me feel
like a real New Yorker

I was wondering
if you would like to come?

Goodness.

How kind.

It's to be Aida. Have you heard it?

I know it's very moving.

It's a love story.

Well, of course
it's a tragic love story.

- What do you say?
- Well...

I ought to check with Agnes...

but...

I'd love to come.

Thank you very much.

Good. So, I'll collect you at six.

Forgive me...

I have another question to ask you.

What is it?

I was going to ask you
after the opera, but I can't wait.

What are you...

Will you marry me, Miss Ada Brook?

Yes.

Yes, Mr. Luke Forte.

Yes, I will.

Please, give my compliments
to Mrs. Bauer.

I will, ma'am.

Thank you, Bannister.

I heard from the Duke.

He says he'll stay with us
when he comes to Newport.

- Really?
- Really.

And you know what it means?

My first event there
will be the talk of the whole town.

We won't have a single refusal
unless people are at death's door.

And even then, they may take up
their beds and walk.

You've never said if you liked him.

To be honest, it doesn't take much
to make a duke likeable.

But yes, I like him.

He's young, unstuffy,
and more polite than I expected.

And what will Mrs. Winterton
make of all this?

Or don't you care?

Should I care about the feelings
of a former lady's maid

who attempted to seduce my husband?

May I find hope in your use
of the word attempted?

It was never her claim
that hurt me but your silence.

Will you forgive me now?

If I do, enjoy it.

There will be no more forgiveness

if you hide any such thing
from me again.

I've missed you, my darling.

You can't know how much.

I haven't been anywhere.

Oh yes, you have.

Aurora, my dear. Look at this.

We'd better get our skates on,
Mr. Borden

If we're to host
the Duke of Buckingham.

Oh, my.

What is it?

Apparently, Mrs. Russell
is to entertain an English duke

at her home in Newport.

Please.

He is to be the guest
of Mr. and Mrs. George Russell

in Newport.

She's giving a dinner in his honor.

Perhaps we'll be invited?

First, she has me thrown out
of the Academy!

And now this!

My dear,
please don't upset yourself...

I will upset myself!

And I'll upset Mrs. George Russell
if it's the last thing I do!

Enid, there will be other dukes...

I don't want other dukes!
I want this duke!

We found him, and he's mine!

But that witch
has stolen him from me!