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She's a thief.

Mrs. Astor has taken
my Duke of Buckingham.

- Some people would say

you took him
from Mrs. Winterton.

- Mrs. Winterton drapes herself
with her husband's old money

when she was pressing
my underwear a year ago.

She has no need of dukes.

- The fact remains he's been
passed round like an old shoe.

- I'm serious, George.

He says he's afraid

his plans for the opening night
have changed.

- We knew it was coming.

Haven't you got
your committee today?

Will you tell them?

- No, and nor will you.

- Won't Mrs. Astor
trumpet it abroad?

- Then we must trumpet louder.

- When you talk like that,
you make me quite nervous.

- Good.

- So the long and short of it
is that I'm ruined.

- Well, there is a little left.

And if you sell this house
and find a more modest lodging,

perhaps a little further
downtown...

- In the Jewish quarter.

- Agnes, don't start
with your nonsense.

- With sensible investments,

you will have an income
to live on.

It will not be luxurious,
but you won't be destitute.

- I must find
some loose Arab clothing.

I believe you can put it on
without a maid.

- I'll discuss this with
whoever manages your affairs.

- My son has managed my affairs
until now.

He will not do so in future.

- Mama, I don't know
how many times

I can say I'm sorry.

- What do I care
that you're sorry?

You ruin your mother and tip
your family into the dirt!

You throw away
the work of centuries!

Thank you, Mr. Harcourt.

May I suggest
that we meet again

when we have considered
all of the implications?

- Of course.

I am at your service.

- Mr. Harcourt is leaving.

- I'm not sure it's quite
professional to say so,

but you did not deserve this.

- Thank you.

- So this is to be
the end of my story.

I survive my feckless brother

and marry a man
who was not easy

so that I might live a life
that was dignified and secure.

But instead, I am to be
turned out of my house

to beg for my bread
on street corners.

- Aunt Agnes, Oscar didn't--

- Oscar didn't what?
Make inquiries?

Check Miss Beaton's history?

Take the usual precautions that
any sane housewife would take

just to order a loaf of bread?

No, you're right. He didn't.

- I wish you had
told me earlier.

- I only heard this from Oscar
the night that--

that Luke left us.

As it is, I feel guilty
asking you to come here

and hear Mr. Harcourt.

- I'm glad I was here.

The loss concerns us all.

- Doesn't it just.

- It may be better
than you say.

This house must be
worth a great deal.

- Yes.

It's a wonder Oscar spared it.

I must just accept the fact
that my good fortune has ended.

Plenty of other people
have had to do the same.

I just thank heaven
we've settled on a date

for Marian's wedding,

though how we're to pay for it
I can't imagine.

Of course,
Dashiell may pull out

and not want to be linked
to this doomed House of Usher.

I'm going upstairs.

- Your mother
will survive this,

even if she doesn't know it.

- She may survive,
but I'm not sure I will.

- We won't meet again
before the opening.

And no doubt there'll be
dramas to contain

between now and then,

but it behooves me
to thank you all

for the efforts you've made

and to commend our hostess,
Mrs. George Russell,

for her triumphant campaign
to fill our boxes

with what will be
a dazzling display

of homegrown New York splendor.

That was very gratifying.

- I'm always rather frightened
by your mother,

but she has done well.

- I suppose, though why
she should be thanked

when I'm sure they've all
worked just as hard,

I couldn't say.

- I should introduce you.
This is Billy Carlton.

- Ah.
- Mrs. Charles Fane.

- Are you one
of Miss Russell's suitors?

I'd like to be.

- Don't be silly.

Mr. Carlton and I meet
at dances.

That's all.

- I see.
Part of the daily rounds.

- I've seen you in Newport too.

We have a place there.

You were
at Mr. McAllister's party.

I was going to ask you
to dance.

- Why didn't you?

- That's right.

Well, I think
we're in the clear,

and Mrs. Astor will
just have to lump it.

- Don't speak too soon.

- I should tell you
that I have leaked the name

of your guest of honor.

- Why did you do that?
- Why not?

The news has put
the icing on the cake.

The last tickets
went in a flash.

Every box will be full
largely thanks to you.

- But suppose
the Duke doesn't come.

- Well, don't say that.

A lot of the people
who have taken our boxes

also have one at the Academy.

They'll go where they think
he'll show up.

- You must know Mrs. Astor
is trying to poach him.

- Then you have
to convince them

you're more likely to deliver.

Now, I mean it, Mrs. Russell.

They must believe you
and not her.

Excuse me.
- Mm.

Thanks for coming.

- You were good to lend me
your support.

- I was glad to.

- Does this mean that we can
expect you at the Met

on opening night?

- I'm not sure.

Charles wants us to join you.

- And what do you want?

- Just to stop being
so frightened by Mrs. Astor.

I'm not a brave person.

- I am afraid I was taken in.

- All investments are a risk
to some extent,

and Mr. Oscar was unlucky.

- I was the one
who was unlucky.

- What a catastrophe.

- How long will we have
to prepare?

- You're welcome to stay
until the house is sold.

- When will that be?
- Bridget.

- We can't know,

so if you find a job sooner,
then you must take it.

- Now, wait just a moment.

- So we will continue
with our work

until things become clearer.

- Thank you, Bannister.

- Back to work, everyone.

- We'll have to wait and see.

Oh, how precious.

- What an angel.
- Thank you.

- Oh, it's nice to see you two.

Oh, did you say hello
to Mrs. Fortune on her way out?

- Was that her with the child?
- Yes.

She needs me to cut down
the clothes she was wearing

when the baby was waiting
to be born.

I assumed you'd know her,
working at her husband's paper.

- No. No, we haven't met.

- You and Mr. Fortune did us
such a great service

with your article
on the school board.

We now have so many pupils
ready to enroll,

there isn't any way
they can close our doors.

Now, all we need to do
is convince the Board.

I owe you a favor, Miss Scott.

- I only wrote about
the agreement you forged

with the Irish community.

If the schools stay open,
you'll have yourself to thank.

- I see
modesty runs in the family.

You sound
just like your mother.

Come on in the back with me.

We still need to get
our arguments together

to present to the Board.

We have most of what we need,

but it must be sorted
and organized.

- Oh, I can help with that.

- Here's one.

"Wanted--
experienced senior housemaid

seeking promotion
to housekeeper."

- That means
they'd like a housekeeper,

but they don't want
to pay for one.

- Anyway, you're too young.

- Oh, what about this?

"Experienced butler,
preferably English."

Oh, it's in Chicago.

- There's nothing wrong
with Chicago.

- Except it's not New York.

- Mr. Bannister, surely one
of Mrs. Van Rhijn's friends...

- You're very quiet.

You have been all day.

- I didn't want to bother you.
- Bother me with what?

I got a letter
from the Patent Office.

They've approved
my application.

- Oh, but that's wonderful.

Oh, I'm so pleased
for you, Jack.

- You'll see.
- How was your day, Miss Scott?

Have you told your mother
what's happened here?

- No, I didn't want
to say anything

until I know
what I'm going to do.

- Mm.
- Miss Scott will manage.

She still has her job
at "The Globe."

- And you'll be all right too,
Mrs. Bauer.

I'd say you and Bridget
will be asked to stay on.

- If they don't want to starve.

- Have you any news,
Miss Armstrong?

- I'm too old, I'm afraid.

It's hard to say,
but that's the bitter truth.

I'll be the one to starve.

- What about you, John?
Any luck?

- Um, not in that way.

- What do you mean?

- He's been given his patent.

Oh! Oh, I say.

Jack.

- The world has taken leave
of its senses.

- Oh, don't listen to her.
It's excellent news.

What will you do now?
- I'm not sure.

- You'll have to find
another $20.

- Oh, don't you worry
about that.

We'll help you figure it out.

- Don't fall.

- Oh.

Oh, Mr. Borden,
your jacket is drenched.

- Are you back already?

- I suppose you were
caught in the storm.

- Weren't we just, Miss Andre.

- They plowed on
with an overture by Mendelssohn

but gave up in the end,
so we walked home.

- Well, I'm glad if Mendelssohn
is coming back into fashion.

- I'm not sure
we could say that.

But at least
they're playing him again.

- What a disappointment.

- Next time, you must find
a proper concert hall.

I should get on.

- So Miss Scott thought
you should consult me?

- She mentioned it, yes,
and it seemed like a good idea.

- I'm flattered, or I would be
if I could understand

what makes
your clock different.

- My new escapement makes sure
the mechanism never sticks,

so the clock stays
right on time.

- Because it needs no oil?

- That's it, sir.

- I won't pretend
to know how it works,

but I like your confidence.

Thank you, sir.

- Of course, an alarm clock
is a simple thing,

but it's a simple thing
that could find a place

in almost every bedroom
in the world.

- So what should he do next?

- That's why I need
your advice, sir.

I have the patent.
And my invention is protected.

But I don't know
how to take it further.

Do you?

- Not yet, but I know people
I can ask.

- Thank you, sir.

It's good of you
even to consider it.

I should go.

I need to get ready
to serve dinner.

- Well, I'll be in touch
when I have an idea.

I should go too.

Thank you for seeing John.

And please give my regards
to your mother.

- Ah, I will.

- I gather she's lost her duke.

Aunt Agnes thinks him
very feeble.

- Because Mrs. Astor
talked him round?

- I was told
it was Mr. McAllister

who arranged the switch.

He did the persuading.

- Mr. McAllister,
my mother's friend?

Well, she never guessed that.

I hope we'll see you
at the opening night.

- I'd love it,
but I'm afraid not.

As you know,
Aunt Agnes is very much

on the other side in the war.

I meant for you to join us.

Oh.

I'm not sure I dare.

- You underestimate yourself,
Miss Brook.

- It's very nice of young
Mr. Russell to want to help.

- He's just showing off.

- I don't agree.
- Of course not.

Oh, I've asked Dashiell
for dinner on Thursday.

We've seen so little
of him lately.

- Well, that's only because
of Uncle Luke

and then, of course,
Oscar's unfortunate--

- Yes, we've talked
quite enough about that.

- Mama--

- Please don't say
you're sorry.

- No, I wanted to tell you
I've had a dinner invitation

for the night
of the Academy opening.

- Then refuse it.
You're busy.

- What difference will it make
whether I'm there or not?

- Oscar, you are going

to the opening night
at the Academy.

And if that sounds
like an order, it should.

- Aunt Agnes,
I've had an invitation too.

And I'm very much afraid
it will annoy you.

- Why would I expect
anything else?

- Agnes.

- The Russells have
asked me to their box

at the Met
for the opening night.

- The Met?

Is that what we are now
to call the Metropolitan?

- I'd like to go.

Which Russell has invited you?

I hope it wasn't the son.

- Mrs. Russell asked me.

- She would, to spite me.

So my niece will be
in the enemy camp.

- You never made it a condition
that Marian should be

at the Academy for the opening.

- I want to see
the new opera house.

- And so you will throw over
an old friend

without a backward glance.

- The Academy isn't
my "old friend."

I'd never heard of it
before I came to New York.

- In our world,
old friendships are hereditary.

- Mrs. Bruce,
please ask Church to have this

delivered to Mr. McAllister
before the end of today.

- Of course, Madam.

- Now, are you quite ready
for the supper after the opera?

- We are, Madam.

May I ask what opera
you're going to hear?

- Faust.

Do you remember
when Miss Nilsson sang

the "Jewel Song" here?

- How could I forget.

- You enjoy music, then?

- I've learned
to enjoy it, yes--

very much, as it happens.

But before Miss Andre comes in,
we need to make a decision

as to whether she is to stay
or go.

- She's good at every aspect
of her job,

so if she's not a troublemaker,
then she can stay.

- I'm glad that's settled,
ma'am.

- That's enough for today.

You have to get to Brooklyn.

And you don't want to be late.

- Even with
the Brooklyn Bridge.

- Can you tell Armstrong
that I'll need

her help later this afternoon?

I must start sorting out
what clothes I'll need

for my new life, to which
I am not looking forward.

I don't think
she's looking forward

to her new life either.

- What do you mean, Miss Scott?

- Only that she's frightened
by the thought of change.

But I daresay
the others are frightened too.

Mrs. Forte, ma'am.

- Whatever happens
to Armstrong,

she doesn't deserve
Miss Scott's pity--

not after all the things
she's said.

- She's a pathetic figure
who uses

her prejudices like a crutch.

We can all pity her for that.

- You came.

- I received your summons.

Of course I came.

- I wanted to hear
your explanation.

- Because the Duke has
changed sides?

- I rather thought it was you
who had changed sides.

Larry told me it was you
who talked him round.

- I spoke to him, yes.

- How sad.

Foolishly, perhaps,
I believed you were my friend.

- I am your friend.

But I am also
Mrs. Astor's friend,

and that is what
I am known for.

- Hmm.

Did he make matters easy?

- The Duke is
in a difficult spot.

- Difficult to live, perhaps,
but not to understand.

He has a high position,
great estates, fine titles,

a castle in Devon,
and a palace in London,

but not enough money
to keep it all going.

- An accurate summation.

- So how much did he cost?

- There's no point in that.

- Why?

- She's giving him
more than money.

She'll open New York for him.

She's opening America.

He wants to know these people.

And she can give them to him
more than you can.

So he will get what he wants,

her opening will be a triumph,

and you will accept a box
at the Academy.

- You're very sure of yourself.

- With respect, Mrs. Russell,
I've been at this game

rather longer than you.

- But McAllister
already explained

why offering more money
won't work.

- It's worth a try.

- Bertha, we have spent

a great deal
on the Metropolitan.

I'd say we have spent enough.

- But--
- No.

This greedy young man
can go his own way.

You have a wonderful new
opera house, an excellent cast,

and everything
people could ask for.

The presence of one duke
more or less won't matter.

You should have more faith.

- So I can't outbid her?

- You won't outbid her,
as McAllister has pointed out.

I promise it will be
a great success without him.

- Maybe.

We'll see.

- I'll keep some simple things
for the evening,

but there's so much here
I will never wear again.

I can't put them
in the missionary barrel,

and they're too fine
to just throw away.

- I could pack them carefully
with mothballs and tissue

and store them in the attic,
just in case.

- But suppose
we don't have an attic.

Everything's going to be

quite different for us now.

- You'll still have
your friends.

- Yes, and at first,
they'll try to pretend

that our loss of fortune makes
no difference,

but it won't be long before
we start to slip and slide.

What about you, Armstrong?

Have you found a new place yet?

- I don't know
what I'm going to do.

- Well, which of us does?

But we have been down
bumpy roads before, you and I,

and--and we've got past them.

Would you like to come with us?

- What?

- Well, you'll be
working for nobodies.

And I--I can't pay much
or make any promises

when it comes
to how we'll live,

but you're welcome
if you would like to try it.

- Yes, ma'am, I would.

Thank you.

But why have you
changed your mind?

- Have I?

Perhaps I have.

It was something
Miss Scott said.

- Miss Scott?

What would she have
to say about me?

- Why, don't you like the idea

that she would have sympathy
for you?

- I've had a lot of success
with this.

It's salicylic acid,

but they've got rid
of the bitterness.

It's good.
- And you're producing it?

- Try it.
Have this for nothing.

And now I should go.

We have the school meeting.
- What school meeting?

Not the educational board.
That's set for tomorrow.

- Wait,
didn't you get the note?

No, they've changed it.

It's today--
7:00, the same place.

- Well, I guess we both know
why I didn't get a note.

And I would bet the other
colored parents didn't either.

- I'm afraid
it's your daughter's article

about the Irish
and colored people

working together.

It seems to have ruffled
some feathers.

- Yes, and your information
has ruffled mine.

James, lock up for me.

- Yes, sir.

- We must have
all the facts laid out.

They won't listen
to our arguments

unless they're supported
by facts.

- This is
another list of pupils

ready for enrollment next term.

- That's the most important
argument of all.

How can they question that?

- Pardon me.

They've tricked us.

They've changed the meeting
to this evening

so that none of us
will be there.

- Then we must go.
We must go now.

- Well, I'm not sure
we're ready.

- Bring everything.

I'll leave you all
to find your way there,

but we have to go now.

- Everybody come on.
Quickly.

Quickly. We're already late.

Uh, excuse me.

This is a private meeting.

- Is this a meeting
to discuss the closure

of the colored public schools?

- These people have
gathered today--

- Are you discussing
the closure

of the three
colored public schools?

- Well, there are many
other items on the agenda.

- Why was the time
of the meeting

changed from tomorrow?

- Today was found
to be more convenient.

But why were we not informed?

Many of us are parents of
the children at those schools.

And yet, we were not told.

Why is that?

- It must have been
an oversight.

- Then will you listen
to our arguments?

- We have lists of pupils
anxious to enroll--

too many for the schools
to accommodate.

And we have applications
from teachers

all keen to contribute.

- This is most unorthodox.

- If we have more children
than the schools can take

and more teachers than we need
to guide them,

why are you closing them down?

- We must consider
the evidence.

- Mr. Montgomery.

- Aunt Agnes and Aunt Ada
are still getting dressed.

- Oh.
I'm glad to find you alone.

- I know, we haven't seen
much of each other lately.

- I understand.

What a terrible blow
you've all had.

Will you go on teaching?

- I will be dependent on it.

Aunt Agnes can't
continue my allowance.

- Well, it won't be for long.

You'll stop
when we get married.

- Well, I thought--

- I want you to have
a lovely life

of entertaining and clothes

and babies, eventually,

and no work at all.

- That would please Aunt Agnes.

- And you, I hope.

- Did I hear you
take my name in vain?

How very nice to see you.

- Aunt Agnes.

And Aunt Ada.
- Mwah.

- How are you managing?

- I'm bearing up.

The thing I don't understand
is all the paperwork.

- I remember that with Harriet.

- Luke was
a straightforward man

who lived
a straightforward life.

And yet there are
so many forms to sign

and documents to read.

They're piled up on my desk
waiting for me.

- I do sympathize, but try
not to leave it too long.

- Yes.

- How is Frances?

- Very well.

She's properly settled
in New York.

And I really think
she's starting to blossom.

I often wonder
what Harriet would make of her,

this grown-up young lady that's
taken the place of her child.

- As you may know, things could
not be worse with us.

- Aurora said.

Might it make sense if I were
to pay for the wedding?

I know it's not customary.

- I am touched
that your resolve

is undimmed by our disaster.

- It's kind of you to offer.

- Well, wouldn't it help
for you to enjoy

Harriet's wedding
without worrying?

- Quite right.

It is my dearest wish
to see Marian happy.

Oh, and now that's dinner.

Pleased to hear
that Frances is doing so well.

- She's doing wonderfully.

- Sarah, is it good news?

Tell us.
- What have they said?

- They have decided to keep
two of the schools open.

I'm afraid they insist
one must close

to stop them
from looking ridiculous.

But this is still a victory.

- Yes. Yes.
- Mm-hmm.

Hear, hear.

- So they won't save all three

when we did everything
they asked?

- Two will survive.

And now that we're more
conscious of the danger,

I'm sure they'll thrive.

- Mm.
- Yes, hear, hear.

You should be glad.

- We should all be glad.

- We should.
We should indeed.

Hear, hear.

- Congratulations, Mr. Brown.

- We have you to thank,
Arthur, for exposing

their plan to shut us out.

- Mm.
- She's right, Father.

- I appreciate your praise.

I haven't had
too much of it lately.

- She means what she says.
- Mm.

- You did good today.

- Congratulations, Mrs. Garnet.

- And to you, Miss Scott.

- Congratulations, Miss Scott.

- Congratulations to us both.

The results weren't perfect,
perhaps, but they're good.

And they show us what can
be achieved when we try.

- But the fight must go on.

And this has been a reminder
of how much work

there is for us to do.

- You're right.

And nothing must get
in the way of that.

- Mr. Fortune,
have you met Mr. Saunders?

- Not yet.

- I'd like to introduce you.

- Please. Excuse us.

- Mr. Saunders,
this is Mr. Fortune.

- Mr. Saunders.

- And this is Mrs. Saunders.

- A pleasure to meet you both.

- You look very pensive.

Maybe because
I have come to a decision

that will please you.

- I hope
it will please you too.

- It won't, but I know
what I must do.

- Are you coming home with us?

- No, I should get back,
but I'll see you soon.

Good night.

Now, what can we offer you?

- I think I'll just go
and leave you in peace.

It was a lovely evening.

- There will be many more.

And don't forget
you're taking Marian

to school in the morning.

- There's no need.
- Oh, there's great need.

In fact,
I should do it every day.

Good night.
- Good night, Dashiell.

And thank you--
you know for what.

How kind he is.

And what a relief that
the wedding is taken care of.

I think I'll go up now.

- You're not feeling ill?

- No, no.
I just need some time to think.

- Of course you do.

I'll say your good night
to Agnes.

- Isn't that a pretty picture?

I haven't seen that smile
of yours for some time now.

Arthur.

- I'm serious.

I didn't think I'd ever see you
smile like that again,

at least not in my presence.

- This has been
a hard time for us.

But I would like
for things to be better

between you and me.

- That's all I want.

- It's very late.

So we should eat our dinner.
- Yeah.

- Maybe I can get Ellen
to fix us a festive dessert.

We have some celebrating to do.

- This shouldn't be long.

Are you ready?

Frances is in the carriage.

- The thing is, Dashiell,

I've been racking my brain
all night.

- Well, I hope
this turns out well for me.

- I'm afraid
you won't think so,

because...

I cannot marry you.

- What?

- I can't be your wife.

It wouldn't be right.

I'm sorry.

- But I thought you loved me.

I thought you loved Frances.

- I do love Frances.

And I am so sad if this is
disappointing for her.

- Then why are you doing it?

- Because I don't think
we want the same things

or even the same life.

- I want a life
like everyone else's.

- But I don't.

Or not yet.

I want to do some good
in the world

before I settle down.

- I don't understand.

- Do you love me as much
as you loved Harriet?

Be honest, please.

- Harriet is dead.

- Of course.

I know you're lonely.

I know you want a mother
for Frances.

But in your heart,
Harriet is still your wife.

- Well, you can't stop
loving people when you want to.

- Nor should you.

But one day,
you'll meet a woman

who's not just
a temporary solution

and who actually shares
your dreams.

I want that for you,
but I am not her.

- You know it's true.

- Why didn't you say this
last night?

- Dashiell, you are good.

Have you had any breakfast?
May I get you some coffee?

- No, I must--

I'm afraid I must go, Aunt Ada.

I, um--

Frances is waiting for me.

- Agnes will be so sorry
to miss you.

He isn't taking you to school?

- No.

- I suppose that means
you've told him.

- Told him what?

- That you can't marry him.

How did you--how did you know?

- He isn't really right
for you.

You knew it and so did I.

Besides, he's still in love
with his wife.

I saw it last night.

- Aunt Agnes will be furious.

- Agnes has so much
to make her furious just now.

You mustn't let that
trouble you.

- I didn't love him enough.

Not like you and Uncle Luke.

- That makes me proud--

to be the rule by which
you judge these things.

- Dear Aunt Ada.
- Oh.

- So which is it to be?

- Mrs. Fish.

- Which what?

- "The Tribune" says
he's going to the Met.

"The Times" says
he'll be at the Academy.

"The Herald" says Academy,

but "The Sun" says
it's the Met.

- Trust you to read "The Sun."

- Where else can I find
all the divorces?

- He'll be at the Academy,

and he's asked
to make his own way there.

He thinks to arrive with us
would undermine his dignity.

- Isn't his dignity already
a casualty of the arrangement?

- Are you sure he'll come?

Because I could always go
to the Met.

- Where I suppose
you also have a box.

- He'll come.
He can't afford not to.

Mrs. Fish, I can assure you
the matter is settled.

You will find the duke
at the Academy of Music.

- Thank you for allowing me
to come up,

although I'm not sure what
it will do for my reputation.

- You flatter me.

How did you know
I was staying at the Union?

- I make it my business
to know these things.

- Mrs. Russell,
you did not have to ride

all the way to 39th Street
to tell me

I have behaved badly.

I know I have,
and I apologize, but--

- You can't afford
to turn her down.

- You must understand

that a great many people
depend on me.

- I'm sure of it.

And so they will
for many years to come.

- I can only hope so.

- Shall we sit down?

- Why aren't you going
to marry my father?

Why did you change your mind?

- Sometimes,
you don't understand

a situation at first.

But when you think
about it properly,

you realize
that it's just not right--

not for him, not for me.

- So won't we see
each other anymore?

Out of school, I mean?

- Of course
we'll see each other.

I want to follow
every stage of your life

and dance at your wedding
with joy.

- You don't not love us, then?

- Oh, I love you a lot.

I love your father too,
just not quite as a wife

should love a husband.

But I pray one day we'll all
three be as happy as can be.

Now, you better go, or you'll
be late for mathematics.

- There's nothing else
you need?

- Nothing, ma'am.
Everything's ready.

- Thank you, Adelheid.

- Oh, Billy's asked
if he can visit our box

for the third or fourth act.

- No.

- But you like the Carltons.

You like his mother.
You said so.

- I hardly know them,
and we'll be entertaining

our own guests
in the intervals.

I want you there.

- Billy Carlton's nice.

Nicer than your duke.

- There's no need
for impertinence.

- Mrs. Russell, excuse me.

Here is the menu you requested.

Mr. Borden asks
if there is anything else

you would like to add.

- No, I'm content.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Gilbert sent a message

that two tickets for tonight
have been returned.

I thought you might like them.

- Tickets for this evening,
for the opening night of Faust?

- Yes, orchestra seats,
of course.

But you'll have a decent view.

You can take a friend.

- Might I ask Mr. Borden?

- Borden? Oh.

Well,
you'll have to ask Church.

But the supper is cold,
so I suppose

he and the kitchen maids
could manage.

You can help
as soon as you're back.

- That's very good
of you, Madam.

- Come to the drawing room,
and I'll give them to you.

- I don't know what else
to say other than,

thank you very much.

- "Thank you" is quite enough.

- Well, I got your note.

Though I found it
rather cryptic.

I apologize for that.

I--I didn't want
to discuss this at "The Globe"

in front of everyone.

- We aren't exactly alone here.

What is it?

- I won't be returning
to the paper.

- Why--why not?

Have you gotten an offer
from another publication?

- There's no other offer.

- Then why leave?

- Mr. Fortune,
I will always be grateful

for everything we did together,
for the stories we covered,

for the chances you gave me.

I--I have a voice now.

- A voice our readers
are anxious to hear.

Don't abandon them
when you're just

creating a name for yourself.

This doesn't make sense.

- I'm afraid
it's how it has to be.

- But--
- We can't continue like this.

At least I know I can't.

- So what are your plans?

- I'm not sure.

I have a novel that I've
put off for far too long.

- Good.

Because you have things to say,
and you know how to say them.

- I hope so.

And we both have work to do.

And we need no distractions.

- Well, that's true.

You deserve to be at the center
of your own life.

- Thank you.

- The others will hate
to see you go.

They'll miss you.

- Please give them my best
wishes when you tell them.

- And I'll miss you.

There's nothing I can say
to make you change your mind?

- No.

- I just wish things
could have been different.

- Me too.

But bad timing
shapes our lives.

- Do you need Bannister

to escort you
across the street?

- No, they'll collect me
from here.

- Should we wish
each other luck?

I do wish you luck, Aunt Agnes.

And I know I've been
a disappointment.

- Even I don't expect you
to marry in order to please me.

- Thank you.

- But now you have two strikes
against you, Marian--

the second more public
than the first.

You can't afford another.

- No.

- I've said enough.

Enjoy your evening.

But remember,
time passes quickly.

Don't throw your life away.

- Are you off?

Ah, I must say
you both look very smart.

- Thank you.

Are you sure you can
manage the supper?

We'll be back--
- Everything's under control.

- I hope you enjoy the opera.

- Oh, don't worry about that.

We will.
- I'm glad.

- And I'm glad to hear
you'll be

staying with us, Miss Andre.

- You're staying,
and I'm going.

- We'll miss you, Mr. Watson.

- And I will miss you.
All of you.

I've been happy here.

- Perhaps you'll come back
to see us.

- No, he won't be back.

But I want to wish you well
in your new life, Mr. Watson.

I mean it. I really do.

- We all do.

- Go on. You'll be late.

- Go and collect Miss Brook.

- Are we going?

- My dear,
you have outdone yourself.

- I'm only the curtain-raiser.

Here's the main attraction,
Gladys.

- Your mother's right.

You take the prize tonight,
my dear.

- Where is
my grubby little sister?

She's gone missing.

- Why are you all being
so nice to me?

- I'm admiring my handiwork.

- Me too.

Congratulations to you both.

We should get started.

- Are you ready
for the challenge?

- Ooh.
Can you doubt it?

It's time to deliver
the coup de grace.

- Welcome, Mrs. Russell.

Our day of reckoning
is finally here.

- Indeed, it is.

- Are we really here?

Is it possible?

Take courage and believe.

- I see all the skeletons
and ghouls are here.

- They may be old, but they are
the backbone of society.

- A broken back, if you ask me.

- I've not asked you anything,
nor do I intend to.

- Are you all right?

- Ask me tonight
when it's over.

- Mrs. Russell.

- I hope after tonight
Mother will calm down.

- What if she loses?

- Win or lose,
she's got to be less mad

than she's been lately.

- Your mother knows
what she wants,

and perhaps that's the trick
of getting it.

- You're very philosophical
tonight.

- I was reminded of something
Aunt Agnes said to me.

- We have
some other guests arriving.

- They will be
shown to your box.

- Wait a minute.
Haven't we come too far along?

- No, it's just here.

- You've tricked me.

- Mrs. Winterton, it is a box
on the first tier,

just as you wanted.

Now, you must excuse me.

Please, enjoy your evening.

- We were to have
the central box.

We were to have
Mrs. Russell's box.

She's made a fool of me again.

- If she has,
don't make it worse.

- I'm leaving.

- No, you need to be
part of this event.

And you don't want to show
Mrs. Russell has defeated you,

so sit down.

And look as if it's all
just as you planned.

- Very well,
but I won't forget it.

- Close your mouth.

You don't want people
to think you've never been

in an opera house before.

- Is it that obvious?

- Mrs. Russell.

He's not coming.
- I can assure you he is.

- The carriages
are all unloaded.

He's not here.

- They can't wait much longer.

- The duke will be here.

He won't be long now.

- Can't we wait
a little bit longer?

- I have more faith
in yourself, my dear.

I certainly do.
- Wait a minute.

This is wrong.

I gave up the central box.

- Don't give it
another thought.

Just go forward
and claim your victory.

- I don't understand.

- It seems they believed
Mrs. Russell and not us.

- But he's coming.

I know it.

- So you were brave after all.

- Braver than I knew myself
to be.

But Mrs. Astor can't have it
all her own way, can she?

- Do hurry up, dear.

- Oh, there's Mrs. Fish.

- Oh?
- Ah, Mamie, you came.

- Is this it? Really?

Is this the turnout?

Look, some of them are leaving.

- It makes us appreciate
your loyalty all the more.

- Or does it make it
all the more ridiculous?

Goodbye, ladies.
Mr. McAllister.

- Where are you going?
- Where do you think?

But I'll have to hurry
if I'm to get there

before I miss too much.

- Should I help
find her carriage?

- Sit down.
You're going nowhere.

- I won't believe she's won.

I can't believe it.

- I want to remember every
tiny detail, every moment.

- Then remember this.

- Mr. Borden.

- I hope I'm not late.

- Late or early,
you are very welcome, Duke.

- I hope you will
call me Hector.

- I'm not sure Mrs. Russell
will approve of that.

- Why not?
Of course I approve.

And you ought to call us
George and Bertha

and Larry and Gladys.

- Would you mind?

- I don't see how I can

when you're only
obeying orders.

- Then I'm glad.

- Which is just
as it should be.

Hurry up.

Thank you.

Oh, Elizabeth.
- Mrs. Fish.

I didn't think you were coming.

- I wasn't,
but the Academy was a morgue.

The fact is, you've won.

- It can be a mistake
to celebrate too soon.

- Oh, my dear, American society
has been reinvented tonight.

And you are
at the very heart of it.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

this is a historic night
for New York.

Of course,
much work and dedication

has gone into this endeavor.

And I could reel off a list
of our benefactors

that would keep us occupied
until morning, but I won't.

Except to say thank you
to Mrs. George Russell,

who has been our muse
and inspiration.

- Tonight, her guest of honor

is His Grace,
the Duke of Buckingham.

- Look at Turner scowling.

What pleasure it gives me.

- Why was she thrown
out of the Academy?

Did you ever find out?

- I wrote to Mrs. Astor,
of course.

- Did she know
it came from you?

- Certainly not.

- Of Signor Vianesi.

- So...this is
what defeat feels like.

- Lina, don't say that.

The Metropolitan is a novelty.

They're simply curious.

- Ladies, I know it's hard,

but it's time
to face the truth.

To quote Ecclesiastes,

for everything in life,
there is a season.

And it seems the season
of the Academy of Music

is drawing to a close.

Still thinking deep thoughts?

Not exactly,
but Aunt Agnes is right.

It's time I took control
of my life.

- You do know
you're a marvelous person?

- I know it's kind of you
to say so.

- I mean it.

- Gladys,
who are you waving at?

- Billy Carlton
in his mother's box.

May I ask him to come back
with us for supper afterwards?

- No.

Now, show the duke--
show Hector your program.

- Here, although I guess
you know the story of Faust.

- Of course.

A man sells his soul
to gain riches on this earth.

- And he lives to regret it.

- I hope he's properly ashamed
of himself.

- She can't have
just paid him more money.

He swore an oath.

- And then he broke it.

Perhaps she offered
something more.

- How did you get the duke
to change his mind?

- I made Hector see
it was in his interest.

- But how?
- George, you make the money.

And I'm very grateful.

But I don't tell you
what to do in Pittsburgh.

And you must leave me
to manage the rest.

- You don't have
to come across.

You can watch me from here.

- Don't be silly.

- That was a delicious supper--

or should I say breakfast.

My mother knows

how to manage those things.

Her gift is management.

So you're not getting married
after all.

And now you're to leave
61st Street.

Where will you go?

- I'm not sure,
but don't worry.

I've got a job I enjoy
and plenty to do.

- Will you stay in New York?

I hope so.

I love New York.
I love everything about it.

Good.

I'd hate for us
to have to say goodbye.

- We'll never say goodbye.

We know far too much
about each other's lives

not to be friends forever.

- Oh.

- Ah, Miss Marian.

Mrs. Van Rhijn and Mrs. Forte
are waiting for you

in the drawing room.

- What?

Why?

How strange.

I'd better go in.

Good night, Mr. Russell.

- Miss Brook.

Oh, uh, Mr. Trotter.

You'll be pleased to hear
there's been a lot of interest

in your clock.

- Well, I am pleased
to hear it.

Thank you.

- I think we should go
into business together.

Don't answer now.

I'll be back with more detail.

Good day.

- I don't understand.

Why weren't you in bed
hours ago?

- She has something to tell us.

And she insisted
on waiting for you.

- But why? What is it?

- Yes, please put an end
to this mystery.

- Very well.

As you know, I've spent
the evening reading every paper

that the lawyers have sent me.

- That must have been hard.

- So what did these papers
consist of?

- Most importantly, there was
a copy of Luke's will

and a letter from Luke to me
tucked inside it.

- A letter
from beyond the grave?

- Exactly.
- Huh.

- Apparently, he asked
that it be given to me

only after his death.

- For what?

- To explain what I'd need
to manage as his sole heir.

- But is there
anything to manage?

- It seems so.

His grandfather made a fortune
in textiles in Boston.

What?

And you didn't know
anything about it?

Or did you?
- No, but he's explained.

When he gave his life to God,

he chose to live without
the advantages of money.

And he took no payment
for himself.

But many people
depended on the company.

So he allowed it
to continue and prosper.

- And now you've inherited it?

- So what are you saying?

That you've come into money?

Yes, a great deal of money.

- Too much money, really.

- But doesn't this mean

we won't have to sell
the house,

the servants won't
lose their jobs,

and nothing needs to change?

- Exactly.

Nothing needs to change.

- Bannister, you're still up?

- We're all still up, ma'am,
awaiting your orders.

- Oh, good,
because I have some news.

- Mrs. Forte has inherited
a sum from her late husband,

so we will not be moving
and all of your jobs are safe.

Oh, hallelujah.

And if I may say so,
what a relief.

- Please feel free
to tell them downstairs.

- Miss Ada.

- Yes.

- Is that your wish?

- Why, yes.

Please tell them downstairs.

Thank you, Bannister.

- Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, ma'am.

- What was that about?

- I expect he knows
he's working for Aunt Ada now.

I suppose that means
they all are.

- Well, I still own this house,
don't I?

- But Aunt Ada will be
paying their wages.

- Things may be
a little different

in the future, Agnes.

But I'm sure we'll work it out.

- Are you?

Are you really?