All language subtitles for Belgravia.The.Next.Chapter.S01E06.Episode.Six.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb.srt - eng(2)

The Duke, I should warn you,

still holds some reservations
regarding your approach.

Promise me
that this is the last time.

What happened to Lily?

She froze

in the night, in my arms...

Aphrodite, I presume?

Yes.

Well, I hope you enjoy
the experience, Lady Trenchard.

- But he saw you.
- Please stop it.

We have been experiencing
some difficulties of late.

I wish more than anything
that we could find a way

back to how we were,
and it's slipping away.

He told me
about the new adventure

that you're planning together,

- the silver mine.
- Ah, yes.

You shouldn't have done that.

It wasn't long ago that
you were asking for my help.

As you can see,
we must borrow.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- I'm losing him!

I'm losing him!

I don't want to live
my life like this,

and I would hope
that you don't either.

I want to live with trust...
and love!

So do I...

What have you done?

I don't really know
what I expected of marriage.

I was probably naive.

So much has happened.

I didn't know that
someone could be so complicated.

And troubled.

- I've tried to help.
- I'm sure you have.

Everything I do
seems to be wrong.

It seems to me
he should be thinking

more about your happiness.

You've been married
a matter of months,

and he's managed to distress you
and push you away.

I'm sure it's been
my fault as well.

He's had great difficulties
to deal with in his life.

He may have had difficulties,

but he shouldn't be expecting
you to suffer for that.

He doesn't. Not really. I...

It's hard to explain.

He can be so loving...

and wonderful.

All right there, Peter.

Thank you for listening to me.

I will always
want to listen to you.

- What are we playing?
- Chase!

All right. Let's go!

Come on!

Come on!
You've got to get me!

Miss Dunn is in
the drawing room, Your Ladyship.

Is she?

She's been waiting
for half an hour or more.

You sat for a lurid painting?

It isn't lurid.

But I confess, I...

I didn't think it would ever
appear in a window.

- I thought it lurid.
- Well, it's not.

It's in
the Pre-Raphaelite style.

The artist is extremely
talented and reputable.

But I don't understand.
How did this even come about?

I met him
through a mutual friend,

a doctor, an acquaintance
of the Duchess of Rochester,

and he asked me to sit for him.

So, you went to an...

- artist's...
- Studio.

And he told you
to take off your clothes

and pose as the Goddess of Love?

It wasn't like that.
You're being prudish.

- Am I?
- Yes.

There were other people there
with me,

- the doctor--
- Oh, "the doctor."

And other people.
My maid was with me--

Ah! And your husband?

Does he know about any of this?

Em, you're making
far too much of this.

You say it's in the window
of Findlay and Hodge?

They are extremely
respectable dealers, I think.

Yes, where respectable people
might go to buy their art.

People will see it.
People who matter.

- I'm hardly recognizable--
- Oh, I recognized you--

Yes, because you're my sister!

Emily? How are you?

Well. Thank you, Frederick.

And your mother?

Tolerably well.

Please send her my regards.

I will. Thank you.

There's something
wrong between you.

No, there isn't.

I'm not a fool, Clara Dunn.

All marriages
have good days and bad.

May I remind you
that if you should lose

your husband's goodwill,

it will affect not only you
but mother... and me.

He's not about
to stop your allowance--

Yes, not only financially,

but in terms of our standing...
and my future.

Perhaps you could think of that

next time you're unfastening
your corset

in an artist's studio.

The very idea that you would
risk our reputation.

I must go.
Mother will be wondering.

I've been here too long.

Someone bought it
a couple of hours ago.

"Snapped up," he said it was.

Did he say who bought it?

Only that it was
a regular client.

That's probably a good thing.
It will hang in someone's

collection somewhere,
and that'll be that.

Did you know...
that it would be sold like this?

I did tell Mr. Dearden
that I didn't want it myself.

I could hardly
have taken it home.

I'm sure it will be fine.
Do you think it will be fine?

Most likely, Your Ladyship.

Dinner will be ready
in five minutes, Vicar.

Thank you.

Mrs. Warren?

I hope you know
how much I appreciate--

have always appreciated
everything that you do for me.

Oh, that's very kind of you.
I hope you know

how we all appreciate you,
the whole parish.

I can stay late this evening,
keep you company.

Don't worry. I have some work
I need to...

I need to think about...

Well, if you change your mind...

You said it would be
the last time.

I changed my mind.

I wish I could pray for you,
but I can't.

Because I can't find God.

I can't reach him anymore.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

But I don't need your prayers.
I just want what's due.

No.

I'm not giving you
any more money.

Oh, I... Oh, I think you are.

I'm not.

I don't have it.

You can do
what you want with me.

You poor pretty sod!
Next time you bring it!

You bloody bring it!!

You go near him again,
and I will kill you.

I know who you are.

And I know where to find you.

And I will come to you
in the night,

and I will slit your wretched
throat as you sleep.

- Do you understand me?!
- Yes.

- Hmm?
- Yes!

You don't do this!

Leave me here.

No, I think
I should see you inside, sir.

- Fetch a doctor--
- No, no. Go.

I know you were trying to help.

I... I thank you for it.

What's happened?

Sit down.

Someone was getting a beating.

Why do people
have to be such animals?

Here.

Thank you.

First thing I did,

when I was 15,

once I learned to walk again,

once I got my strength again,

I learned how to fight.

No one gets the better of me.

Not anymore.

I swore it then.

I can find something
to help you cover this up,

but you'd better
have a story ready.

Corner of the cupboard?

I couldn't walk away.

But you shouldn't run risks,
Lucian Wood.

I haven't heard
my name for years.

It was His Lordship's brother...

who I helped.

I recognized him from that time
he came to the house.

I've seen him...

the same place I go.

Is he all right?

Alive.

And whether he's all right...

We can't do anything.

We can't say anything.

These are the terms
they're offering.

We could approach other banks,

but the existing relationship
is useful,

and with the time we've got,

well... as you see,

- if you should default--
- I won't default.

I'm sure, Your Lordship,

but the loan is secured
against your interest

in the foundry
and against Trenchard Imports.

If you're satisfied,
the manager says

he could make some time
for us this afternoon,

and we can get things signed.

Please ask him to see us

- as early as is convenient.
- Yes, Your Lordship.

There is
one other matter, Your Lordship.

It's, um, personal to an extent.

I've been setting
a little of my wages aside

for some time now to see myself
through my later years.

And, uh, as you know,

the mine is...

well, it's a rare opportunity.

I was wondering if you'd object
to my speaking to Madame

about the possibility of making
a small investment myself.

It would be a conflict
of interest, would it not?

I'll think about it.

Thank you, Your Lordship.

Lady Trenchard.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mr...

Ross.

- Easily forgettable.
- Of course.

Good morning, Mr. Ross.

May I say how glad I am
to see you looking so well?

Does my heart good.

Thank you.

Reverend Trenchard?

Oh, my goodness.

- I shall fetch a doctor!
- No, no.

No doctor.

I'll try to explain.

I've made some new friends.

They're good people--
a little bohemian.

How thrilling.

Well, one of them is a doctor.
They're all respectable.

A doctor?

And now I am wondering

if this might be the doctor
who was at Maywood?

Yes.

A very handsome man.
N'est-ce pas?

And one of them is an artist,

and I posed for a painting
of a goddess.

Of course.

And I couldn't buy
the painting myself.

And it was in the window
of a dealer's,

Findlay and Hodge, only briefly,

but my sister saw it,

and I didn't think
I was recognizable,

but she did recognize me.

And now it was sold.

And I hardly slept last night.

Forgive me. Dear Clara, this is
why you are wearing that frown?

I don't want to give Frederick

reason to think
more badly of me.

Stop.

So, one of our acquaintances
sees this painting,

and perhaps they do not
recognize you at all.

But if they do, they think...

"Mon Dieu.

Can this really be
the enchanting Lady Trenchard?"

It only adds to your mystique.

Frederick should
consider himself lucky

to have a wife with...

such allure.

This is nothing.

Do you really think so?

Now, if you had said to me

that you have taken
a passionate love affair

with one of these bohemians,

this artist,
this doctor, perhaps?

Then that would be something--

something to keep you
awake at night.

Let us have coffee.

Dear Clara, if you are to live
your life to the full,

I think you must grow
a thicker skin.

I saw Clara yesterday.

Did you, dear? You didn't say.

I forgot.

I called her on impulse.

- She sends her love.
- Ah.

And Frederick sends his regards.

Oh, that's nice.

And how--how--how is she?

Well, enough,
if a little distracted.

You don't think she's expecting?

No, Mother.

At least not as far as I know.

Because that can make one
a little dizzy.

When I was carrying you,

I was nowhere near as sharp
as I usually am.

- Heavens.
- I'm sure it won't be long now.

Perhaps. Or perhaps not.

Thank you, Nell, how kind.

I can't wait to hold a baby
in my arms again.

Can you imagine?

There is no greater joy
for a woman.

The smell
of their little heads--

Thank you, Mother.

Very poetic, I'm sure.

Pass me the butter, please.

Here, the "ah"
is actually pronounced "ay"

rather than "ah."

I know it's confusing.

B-a-b-e... Babe?

That's right. "Babe."

"A woman came up
with a babe at her breast."

Well done.

I don't think I shall
ever get it, Your Ladyship.

Of course you will.

Think of all the perfect fools
you know

who can read and write.

Are you still studying
your alphabet book?

Yes, I look at it every night.

Only I'm that tired,

and my eyes start closing.

That's understandable.

I don't wanna let you down.

You won't.

Really, Mawd, you need to have
more confidence in yourself.

The world conspires
to make us feel

that we're weak
and foolish women.

I mean, we're not.

I think it will be my mission
to make you understand

that you are a clever,
strong young woman,

and you can do so much more
than you think you can.

Where are you
going with that?

Sorry, Miss Davison.
She gave it to me--Her Ladyship.

She said she's tired of it.

I tried to say
it was too much, but...

Take it, please, if you think...

It's fine.

If Her Ladyship
gave it to you...

keep it.

Thank you, Miss Davison.

I'm sorry
if my mother upset you.

It's all right, miss.
I'm sorry for making a fuss.

You didn't.

Nell...

I've been thinking
about your parents.

Do... Do they know about the...

baby?

You don't have to tell me
if you don't want to.

But if I had a daughter who...

Well, I would badly
want to know where she was.

They threw me out...

when I started to show.

My father, he...

He was very strict.

God-fearing.

But they might
have forgiven you if--

They don't want me.

I don't want them.

What about the baby's father?

Did he know?

He'd left the town.

What town is this?

That's why I came to London--

to find him.

I didn't know where else to go.

He didn't know about the baby.

He would have wanted
to know, I think.

But you couldn't find him?

Oh, Nell.

Would you still like
to find him?

I have thought about it.

But he left.

What use is it
to make him suffer as I suffer?

- How are you?
- As you see.

I happened to see
the Duke today.

He and the Duchess
have invited us

to lunch with them on Saturday.
Will you come?

- After the last time--
- No, I won't come. How can I?

The last time you spoke to me,

you were accusing me of
"theatrics" and "impropriety."

- Clara--
- You might be able to push

our problems out of sight,
but I can't.

I know I spoke strongly
after the ball,

and I hope
you can forgive me for that.

You must acknowledge that I had
some reason to feel hurt.

All I want is that
we talk together, honestly,

- and listen to each other.
- Which is what we're doing.

And I'm simply
asking you to come with me.

I am simply refusing.

So, unless you mean
to take me in chains...

- Your Lordship?
- I will dine out.

Thank you, Mawd.

F... R... Ay...

Thank you, Mr. Ross.

This is a check.

We require a banker's draft.

We cannot wait for this to pass
through the clearing house.

The funds are there, Madame.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

But we did specifically
request a banker's draft.

There is urgency, yes?

I'm sorry.
I thought a check would be--

I will have
a banker's draft issued

and in your hand
within the hour.

Thank you. Good.

So, this must wait,
but not for long.

I'm sorry, Your Lordship.

I should get to the bank
as fast as possible.

No, I shall go myself.

A draft isn't usual practice.
I wanted to be certain--

You knew we had to act quickly.

Yes, Your Lordship.

Mrs. Warren?
Is the Reverend at home?

I was expecting him
at the bazaar committee meeting.

Uh, he's not well, Madame.
Uh, a slight cold.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But I do have some

pressing business
to discuss with him.

Do you think he might see me
for a few minutes just to--

No, Madame. Sorry.

So, it is quite a severe cold?

Well, please tell him

that things are a great deal
better with Nell

and that we are
the best of friends!

Didn't you spend
some time in France?

Yes, more's the pity.

My grandfather's French.

They sent me and one
of my brothers over there.

Slave labor, if you ask me.

- Whereabouts was this?
- The North.

Near a river called the Somme
that no one's ever heard of.

Did you ever come across
a place called "Étagnac"?

No. But France
is a very big country. Why?

There's this woman
we're doing business with--

the Marquise D'Étagnac.

She's very wealthy. Impressive.

Unusual, a woman in business.

She certainly knows
what she's about.

But... I don't know.

My nose is starting to twitch.

What do you mean?

Do you still
have family out there?

Well, my brother stayed.
There are hundreds of cousins.

I don't suppose
you could, uh, write to him?

He farms sheep.

If you want to know
where this place is--

It's more about what's there.

- Is there a castle or--
- Ah, a château?

Ah...

What's said about her?
Does she go there?

I doubt he can help.

But for you and your
twitching nose, I'll try.

Christ! What are you
creeping up on me for?

Sorry, I wasn't.

What's all this then?

- Don't you like it?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I like it.

Her Ladyship gave me this.

It's one she's finished with.

You've done
your hair different.

And what's this? Is that rouge?

Just a touch.

Where are you off to?

If you don't mind
my asking, Miss Mawd?

Meeting my friend Alice.

Well, you watch out
for yourself, looking like that.

Why have you never been
for a drink with me?

You never asked me.

We shall have to put
that right, shan't we?

Your next afternoon off?

Do you think
we should go and visit

this mine of ours?

Really, my dear, I can't imagine
you traveling to Mexico.

I don't see why not.

I can be quite adventurous
in my dreams.

Perhaps one day.

I can see
why you are addicted

to this business of business.

Rather thrilling,
the element of risk, like,

staking a little wager
on a horse, what?

Yes.

So, where is
the lovely Clara... today?

She had a prior appointment
to meet some friends.

She was very sorry
not to be able to come.

Again?

I am glad she's making acquaintances,

settling into her life here.

I wouldn't say
"settling" exactly.

Wait until
the first infant arrives,

then she'll settle.

No choice, eh, Mary?

No.

We have seen a great change
in Peter recently.

He's been going for walks,
playing with the other children.

He has color in his cheeks

and is so much happier,
isn't he, Percy?

He is, I... I must say.
An encouraging change.

I couldn't be more pleased
to hear that.

This claret is excellent,
don't you think?

So, you're saying that people

were wrong to demonstrate
against the Match Tax

or the Enclosures or...

Not wrong,
but I remember something

William Morris said to me once
about how strikes and rallies

are really no more
than a plaster,

when it's the sickness
in the whole body,

the whole means of production,
which needs curing.

I still think it's better
to have your voice heard.

At least you don't
feel invisible.

What do you think, Clara?

I don't know.

But I should think
even a small gain

- or victory is worthwhile.
- I agree.

You should come with us next
time we take to the streets.

She's teasing.

Do you ever see people like me,

- I suppose, at rallies or...
- Occasionally.

But they tend to be politicians,
and they're always men.

I'm afraid
I can't imagine a time

when it would be possible
for me to join you.

I really am sorry
about the fright

I gave you with the painting.

It's residing with an extremely
private lady and gentlemen

and will never be
on public display.

More's the pity.

I still have a couple
of my preliminary sketches.

If you would rather
I destroyed them--

Please let him keep them.

Nothing so exquisite should be
lost to the world completely.

Are things no better
with Clara?

I can't talk about it anymore.

It's too painful, Mary.

Frederick...

I think perhaps...
she can't love me.

You must have faith.

I am sure she loves you.

How could she not?

Thank you
for a delightful afternoon.

Miss Davison.

Good evening, Your Lordship.

Do you know
where your mistress is?

With friends, Your Lordship.

I expect her back soon.

What friends?

Where?

Bloomsbury, Your Lordship.

- They read poetry--
- Where?

In a public space?

- In a private house?
- A private house.

But there are always
a lot of people there.

What sort of people?

Artists.

Artists?

Why aren't you with her?

I often am, Your Lordship.

As I say, there's always
a lot of people there.

Safely in a hansom cab
and on her way home.

I had the feeling
she wanted to stay, didn't you?

Maybe.

What?

It compromises her, doesn't it?

Coming here.

I don't see why it should.

What's your point, Annie?

My point is...

what are you doing with her?

I mean, what do you think
will happen between you?

She's a married woman
and a Lady.

I didn't realize you were
such a reactionary.

For you she can be another
of your grand passions--

- I beg your pardon--
- But for her?

What happens to her
once it's over?

First of all, you're leaping
way ahead of things.

And secondly,
she is a grown woman,

and she can make her own choices
and her own decisions.

You really believe that?

You have no idea.

I can't help
feeling responsible.

For what?

The difficulties
between Frederick and Clara.

We introduced them
in this very room.

Good Lord. Growing pains--
that's all it is.

Perhaps I should
speak to her mother.

I hardly think

that would be
a fruitful exercise.

Mrs. Dunn resides in fairyland,
as far as one can tell.

You didn't mind
my mentioning Peter, did you?

Frederick has been
so loyal, so tactful.

No, I didn't mind.

Percy,
if Peter continues to improve,

do you think we might consider
reintroducing him to society?

Mary--

Taking him to church with us
one day, perhaps.

He's so much better.

- We don't know that--
- Oh, you have seen it.

And I have great faith
in Ellerby.

Everything he has done so far
has worked.

Oh, please.

Let's see how the boy is
at Christmas.

- If he has stayed well--
- Thank you.

I adore you.

Well, I am extremely adorable.

Where's dear Reverend James?

Perhaps he's still unwell.

Oh, poor man.

How disappointing.

Yes, isn't it?

I do so look forward
to his lyrical waxings.

Where is dear Reverend James?

I've come to enquire
about the Reverend.

Is he no better?

No, Madame, not really.

I hope it isn't
something serious.

What does the doctor say?

Mrs. Warren?

Could you come in, Madame?

I don't know what to do.

Reverend Trenchard?

Please.

Don't be embarrassed.

I saw my father through
a bout of influenza once,

so, I'm no stranger
to the sick room.

Now, what's this I hear
about you not eating?

And I really think
you must see a doctor at once.

No.

Please go.

But why ever not?

I have said no doctor.

I regret that this is unfair,
that I am concerning you...

You are.

But please, please...

leave me alone.

No.

I'm afraid I won't.

Open.

I sent Monsieur Nicoli
to speak to the dealer.

Then he spoke to the people
who had bought it,

made them a very generous offer.

They were reluctant
at first but voilà!

I can't believe it.

You don't need to thank me.
I would have done anything

to get rid
of that terrible frown.

This, on the other hand,
is far from terrible.

We should destroy it.
Don't you think?

- Burn it.
- Burn it?

I'm sorry, I know you've paid
a lot of money for it, but--

No, no, that is not
necessary at all.

I will keep it
safely locked away.

No one will ever see it.

I promise you.

Thank you.

You are welcome.

Beautiful Clara.

Peter?

You ready for another adventure?

I heard back from my brother.

One of the farmhands
travels up from the Charente.

I looked it up on a map--
Étagnac.

There is a château marked there.

This boy has been there.
He says it's just a ruin

and has been for as long as
anyone can remember.

Is it now?

Perhaps it doesn't
mean anything.

That lot have houses
and titles to spare.

She probably
has a grand house in Paris.

The Charente is
the back of beyond, apparently.

Hello.

Come on, Peter!

Why haven't I seen
this patient before?

Those injuries are days old.

He wouldn't allow it,

and I couldn't go
against his wishes.

You should have done.
He has three broken ribs,

and one of his lungs
is compromised.

How did this happen?

He won't say.

He will be all right, won't he?

Just tell me he'll be right.

How are things
with Lord Trenchard?

Do you mind
if we don't talk about it?

It doesn't feel right,
especially with you.

Why especially with me?

Clara...

you may not be able
to speak frankly, but I can.

I must.

I'm falling in love with you.

More than falling.

The truth is,
I'm completely lost.

- Too far gone for help.
- Stephen--

And I know
you can't say anything.

Not now, at least.

But I need you to know
that I exist only for you.

And if--

- Help!
- Help.

- Dr. Ellerby!
- Oh, God!

Peter!
Peter, get up!

I'm here, Peter!

Get them back to the carriage!

Come along.
Come on, children.

- Can I help?
- No, you'd better go.

It's all right, Peter.
You better go!

That lunatic
should be kept indoors!

Or locked away.
Is he yours?

Who are his parents?!

Shh. It's okay.

It's disgraceful!

Good boy.

Take them downstairs at once.

I'm afraid
he had another seizure.

It was severe.

Where did this happen?

- Where?
- On the heath.

In public view? God's sake, man!

Peter, my dearest boy...

This is an end to it.

As soon as he is recovered,
you leave this house,

and you do not come back!

And he...

This is an end to it!

Percy?

No. No, it's bad enough

that this will be
the end of my name,

the finish of this family.

I do not want
to have to look at him!

I will not have people
witness his imbecility!

I want him gone!

He was shaking all over.
Why does he do that?

Oh, he can't help it, Randolph.

We don't know why it happens.

That's what Clara said.

Clara?

She means Lady Trenchard.

Lady Trenchard was there?

- Why?
- She walks with Dr. Ellerby.

Oh, Your Ladyship.

What's happened?

What?

Mr. Keck.

Thought I might find you here.

Well, I'm damned. Mr. Ross.

Come to frighten the fishes?

Shh.

- Tinker.
- Oops.

Quiet as mice, remember?

The Enrights' room
is just down the hall.

They won't be
in there now, but...

- Maybe I should go.
- Oh, no, no, no.

No need for that.

You can take your coat off,
if you like?

Been wanting
to do that all week.

They call her
"La Grande Marquise."

She's famous in Paris.

Connections at the very top.

Rich as Croesus, they say.

- She has this safe.
- Oh, yes, I know about the safe.

What's bothering you?

I don't think this business
with the château means much.

I've been trying
to work out what it is.

Take away the fancy clothes
and the titles,

I look at her methods.

She pushes.
She wants everything in a hurry.

- Don't we all?
- She flatters.

She has this man, her agent.

He watches everything.

I don't trust him.

You were in Paris
a long while, weren't you?

Nearly eight years.

Didn't wanna leave.

But you can't run a factory when
all your workers have walked out

and your machines
have been smashed to pieces.

How would you feel
about going back?

- Ah! It tickles!
- Shh.

Blimey, girl.

You'll get us the sack,
you will.

Imagine old Enright's face
if he walked in here now.

Don't say that.

I reckon he'd die of shock.

I reckon it's a long time
since he saw anyone kissing,

let alone anything else.

I don't know. I reckon
he's got a fancy woman.

- Enright?
- He writes to her.

- What?
- It must be a woman.

He lies to Mrs. Enright,

doesn't want her
to know anything about it.

- You're kidding.
- I'm not.

And do you know where
his fancy woman lives?

France.

You have to get well.

I don't know what I would do
if anything happened to you.

You'll live your life.

You will be happy.

I... I won't.

Emily...

Will you do something for me?

Anything.

Really, I... I would...
I would do anything for you.

You dear, dear man.

Your Lordship, Miss Dunn is here
and wishes to speak with you.

Please tell her
I cannot be disturbed.

I'm sorry, Miss Dunn,

Lord Trenchard
cannot be disturbed.

But it's urgent!

- Lord Trenchard!
- Miss Dunn!

Frederick!

I need to speak to you.

It's all right, Enright.

If you've come to speak
on your sister's behalf--

It's about your brother.

Reverend Trenchard
is extremely sick.

Perilously so.

He's asked to see you.

I'm afraid
that won't be possible.

He has asked for nothing
this last week.

This is his only wish.

I will not leave this room
until you agree to come with me.

- Emily--
- I will not leave this room!

What happened to you?

Who did this to you, James?

Miss Dunn says
you've stopped eating.

Why would you do that?

Dear Freddie...

I wish you had come
when Mother was dying.

I wish you had come.

Well, she didn't need me.

She had you.

Just as father had you.

She...

She wanted
to tell you something.

And so she told me,

and I can't carry it any longer.

It's too heavy.

I can't...
I can't carry it to my grave.

Well, you're not
going to your grave.

You're young and strong.

You weren't his.

She said that you...
you weren't Father's.

You were someone else's.

An affair.

And Father knew.

He knew.

They thought that they couldn't
have a child together,

then I was born,

and he rejected you.

Do you see?

It wasn't your fault.

None of it was your fault.

I am my father's son.

I am Lord Trenchard.

You will always be
Lord Trenchard, but...

you are not Father's son.

Liar.

Even now you want to crush me
and undermine me...

and take my place.

She swore. It's not your fault.
You didn't stand a chance.

I love you.

Oh, Freddie.