All language subtitles for The Pallisers 1

Me Lord Duke.

Me Lord Duke.

Your nephew.

Mr. Plantagenet Palliser.

Plantagenet

Your Grace.

Well, Plantagenet, very busy?

- Yes, yes indeed, sir.
- House of Commons and all that?

Rather a grind, eh?

Few can take it seriously.

The work has to be done, Your Grace.

One does what is expected of one,
if that's what you mean.

You sit in the Commons in my baronet,
...and I sit here entertaining

half the sycophants in London.

Hah, and the country thinks
it's getting its money's worth,

and let's the thing go on.

There's no pleasure in
doing all this, you know,

as you'll find out
when it's your turn.

I never think about it, Your Grace.

I don't believe you do.

Too wrapped up in all
those parliamentary

black books of yours.

Blue books, Your Grace.

Umm, what the my most
deuce color the books are.

The important thing is
that there should be

a Palliser sitting in the
House...as a Whig.

- Liberals they're called nowadays.
- Certainly.

There's always been a Palliser
with the Whigs.

And now it's your turn.

And they tell me you
are making a very nice stride.

I've told Folliguilde
...that from now on

your account is to see
to be credited with an

extra three thousand a year.

Well, thank you, Duke.

And, of course,...
when you get married

to the right kind of girl

you can rely on me to see that
everything's arranged tidily enough.

- Your Grace is very good.
- Oh, I'm not answering

to know how things
ought to be done.

Well.

Good afternoon, Plantagenet.

I'm glad to see you here.

Well, I don't think you'll find much
to interest a serious fellow like yourself.

- Dolly!

Who's that leaving the Pavilion?

Who's been honored
with a very long audience.

- Planty Pal.
- Huh?

Plantagenet Palliser.

Have you never seen
him before, Vavasor?

You forget how long
I've been away, Dolly.

Well...
Planty Pal is the Duke's nephew.

And also his heir, not that
he makes much of it.

He's a dedicated House
of Commons man, Planty is.

So it follows that he don't
much care about being a duke.

Um, he looks a very know what it means
when the time comes, all the same.

Oh he's got a certain air
about him all right, has Planty.

But he doesn't...set himself up
like other men would in his place.

Except when he's saying
his piece in the Commons,

he keeps himself to himself.

And he doesn't do the sort of things
that chaps like you and me do, George.

He doesn't shoot...he doesn't hunt
...doesn't bet...doesn't smoke

doesn't drink above
a glass of wine a week,

doesn't even eat so's you'd notice.

And like his uncle,...I wonder
why the duke never married.

Well they do say that he lives in
such style that he can't afford it, too.

But if you ask me, George, he just
never fancied being tied up.

Oh, he likes the ladies, all right, but
he's well enough suited without them.

What about his nephew, um...

- Plantagenet?
- Yes, has he married, yet?

He's never look at a woman since
they let him out of the nursery.

Well he's looking at one now, Dolly.

The fair girl over there
on the bridge.

- By jove, she's bowing to him!
- Huh, huh.

He's bearing down on her
like a battleship.

- You know who she is, of course?

- No, who?
- Griselda Goundkie, she was.

A clergyman's down from the country.

She's as dull as she's long
and cold as a cod.

And what's more she's married
as heavy as a ton of bricks

to Lord Hartletop's son...
Lord Dumbello.

- What ever is Planty Pal thinking of?
- Nothing very much, I could say.

Just being civil.

You saw the way
he went after her,

positively sweeping people
from his path.

But, now that he's there, Dolly, his
behavior is not exactly...passionate.

You don't understand, Vavasor,
for Planty Pal to go within

ten yards of a woman is an act
of absolute frenzy. -

You've been with the dear Duke of Omnium
this afternoon, Mr. Palliser.

I have, Lady Dumbello.

How did you find His Grace?

I think I may say, uh...gracious.

There are very few men
like you,.

You've, uh, been
in the House lately, Mr. Palliser?

I go everyday, Lady Dumbello.

Oh, you were so fascinating
about it last time you went.

The Weights, Measures and
Coinage Act we were discussing.

Was it not?

Why yes...Yes indeed it was.

Would it interest you, Lady Dumbello,
to...to hear more about it?

Oh it would, Mr. Palliser, it would.

The problem as I see it is this, the...

the system of mensuration
we have in this country

to the need of revision
and reform and

would you care to take my arm,
Lady Dumbello?

The unit of measure
that we employ is irregular,

being adapted to popular use, and
a system of notation

it would disgrace a hoard
of black savages.

Oh, how very powerfully
you put it, Mr. Palliser.

20 shillings in the pound;
21 in the guinea;

12 pennies in a shilling;
12 farthings in a penny.

I...I tell you Lady Dumbello,
...it's a scandal in its human intellect.

Tell me, Adelaide,...how long has
Lady Dumbello been married?

Oh about 18 months...
Why do you ask, Charlotte?

Ohh, she seems rather to fancy
young Mr. Palliser.

She was very strictly
brought up, you know.

An archdeacon's daughter.

And as for Mr. Palliser, huh,
he's entirely respectable.

No man is entirely respectable.

Not if he's got any Palliser
blood in his veins. Umm.

Ah,...I see the duke
has noticed it.

He won't like it very much.

But, I hardly think
it would be notice

- of respectability would worry him.
- Oh.

Fothergill.

My Lord Duke.

Kindly find out over
the next few days,

whether my nephew is in the
habit of seeing Lady Dumbello.

My Lord Duke.

Get the orchestra started,
and let them all dance,

if that's what they want.

I'll sit out a pair of waltzes,
and then I'll go in.

His Grace wishes
the dancing to recommence.

It's getting chilly.

Summer evenings aren't as
warm as they used to be.

No, no, please.

Dancing will now start.

Well, if the Duke don't like his nephew
going about with Lady Dumbello

you can be quite sure that
he'll stop it, quick enough.

Well, that's the Duke's concern, Adelaide.

Mine is Glencora.

I could have sworn
Glencora was all right.

She was playing croquet with
Lord and Lady Catrum.

Well...she ain't playing croquet now!

She's waltzing with Burgo Fitzgerald.

Curr!

I can hear her purring from here!

Achh!

- That's enough of that, they...
- There's nothing you can do about it,

Charlotte, but sit quietly,

and behave as though
nothing were happening.

My God, what a lovely girl.
Who is she, Dolly?

Who?

Dancing with Burgo Fitzgerald.

Ohh, so you remember Burgo, do you?

I knew him, yes.

But who's the girl, Dolly?

That is the Lady Glencora McCluskey.
The only daughter and the only child

of the late Lord of the Isles.

Her mother is dead now,
so she's an orphan.

She's worth a queen's mint in money.

She's only been out a few months.

And already Burgo Fitzgerald
has his hooks in.

Some say that he is very
fond of her, in his way.

And she certainly likes
the cut of him.

But there's a great big
black fly in that ointment.

She's got a guardian,
the Marquis of Auld Reekie.

He don't count for much,
if I remember rightly.

But his wife counts for more
than a dozen, and she'd sooner

that Glencora married the devil
rather than Burgo Fitzgerald.

That's her behind that weeping elm.
In that lair.

The one that looks like a toad
on a toadstool.

There ain't much chance for
Burgo Fitzgerald while she

sits there watching.

Who's the old ironclad with her?

That is the Countess of Midlothian.

She takes an occasional shift
when the old toad starts nodding.

Twenty-four hour picket, you see.

I-I cannot, I-I will not allow her!

To throw herself away.

She owns four counties,
ten houses, and furthermore,

she descended from
Robert de Bruce.

And Mr. Fitzgerald, as she informed
me only the other day

is descended from Richard the Lionheart.
- Bah!

From the wrong side of a
great many blankets, they say.

And the blood had gone bad long
before it had reached him. Ho.

He drinks like a fishwife and
lost all his money on horses.

And she's been following him
about with stars in her eyes

ever since you brought her
down from Scotland.

It must be done, Adelaide.

And this very evening.

I have it, Charlotte.

One of the Kilmarnock boys!

Oh.

We hadn't heard.

Ah!..And now you have.

Oh keep thinking, Adelaide,
keep thinking.

If, uh, Burgo's have it
still like they were.

They are.

Seems to have weathered very well.

How does he manage
about money?

Manages somehow.
Those sort of people always do.

Some say that his aunt,...
Lady Monk, does it for him.

Some say that it's one
of the countesses.

But if you ask me, George,
his best friends are the Jews.

So, either way, the uh...
the rich little McCluskey

would suit him down to the ground.

Which brings me to another point.
The commercial advantages of any...

- I do apologize.
- I do apologize.

Lady Glencora.
Mr. Fitzgerald.

Good evening, Mr. Palliser.

Are you going to take
a turn on the floor?

It's not quite my line.

Ah, but it may be Lady Dumbello's.

- Is it you line...?
- I was just listening to Mr. Palliser.

He's been telling me all
about the House of Commons.

Oh.

So, that's why you both
to be so engrossed.

But, Burgo, why do you never
have such fascinating

things to tell me, as
Mr. Palliser tells Lady Dumbello.

Excuse me, Mr. Palliser, but
at last I see Lord Dumbello.

Oh yes...yes, yes of course.

Lady Glencora...
Mr. Fitzgerald.

I wonder which one of those two
is the more boring.

Mr. Palliser, I should think.
He knows so much more

to be boring about.

Why, of course.

- Mr. Plantagenet Palliser. -
- Now why didn't we think of him before?

He can't be meaning to go off with
Lady Dumbello. That's all nonsense.

Oh, he's so right for Glencora.
The name is right. The age is right.

Ha, ha, ha, and the money's right.

And, what is more, Charlotte.
The man's right.

Glencora needs someone to respect.
Someone to simmer her down.

The Duke!

Ah.

Lady Auld Reekie and
Lady Midlothian, Me Lord Duke.

Lady Midlothian
and Lady Auld Reekie.

Uh, Lady Auld Reekie.
Lady Midlothian.

Your Grace...
We have come to you with a proposal

which we think might suit you.

- Quite as it will suit us.

In brief, Duke, my ward,
Lady Glencora McCluskey

and your nephew,
Mr. Plantagenet Palliser.

Have you spoken to the
Lady Glencora about it?

No, but we soon shall...
if Your Grace is of a mind with us.

Well, they tell me that she's a
young lady who likes her own way.

Oh, but what young lady does not.

Glencora must learn to put her duty
before her preference.

We shall teach her.

I've not doubt of that.

And you hope that I will teach Mr. Palliser.
- Uh huh.

Very well.

I have given your proposal
my full consideration.

And I find that it will do.

I find that it will suit me...
well enough.

Tell me, George,...what did you
actually do out there in the colonies?

- Made a lot of tin, I suppose.
- Huh huh.

A certain amount.

And now you've come
home to...enjoy it.

It depends on what you
mean by enjoyment, Dolly.

I mean to go into parliament.

Well your own grandfather up in
Westmorland won't approve of that.

After all, he refused to
shell out for you for a seat

before you went away.

Uh huh, that's why I went away.

But now I've got a bit
of my own money, Dolly,

and I intend to spend it as I please,
and be damned of my own grandfather.

That's all very well, George,
but he might disinherit you.

Not a chance...
The Vavasor estate must come to me.

- But it ain't entailed on you.
- No.

And you're uncle's still alive?

But my dead father
was the eldest son,

and that old mule up in Westmorland
believes in primogeniture

as devoutly as he
believes in holy writ.

While we're discussing my family, Dolly,

there's something
you may know that I don't.

Do you remember my cousin, Alice?

The girl you was engaged to?

Yes.

Well, they tell me she's now
engaged to a Mr. Grey.

John Grey. Do you know
anything about him?

He lives down in the Fens
near Ely, and he's as dull

as the mud that he lives in.

- Dolly.

Burgo.

- Vavasor!
- Ho ho.

My dear fellow. How good - to see you again.
- And you.

You came back at last.

Uh...
Made your pile, I suppose?

Everyone seems to suppose that.

George is going into parliament,
just to annoy his grandfather

at Vavasor Hall.

I just might have more
serious motives, Dolly.

But first you'll
have to find a seat.

Chelsea District.

They want a bit of movement, and uh,
they won't get it with the sitting member.

- Lord Dally Balian?
- Yes.

I'm going to put up against him
at the general election.

It's too late, old boy.
His father is near dead of the whiskeys.

So, if the House of Lords would
in a bye-election

in the Chelsea District.

I hope not. Bye-elections can
come expensive in London

and I'd have it all to do again
at the general election.

Well, you can manage that, old man,
after all the loot that you brought home

from the colonies.

You should have gone with him, Burgo.
Some of it might have rubbed off on you.

- Huh, huh, huh.
- My time may come

sooner than you think.

I think, Burgo, that the time has come
for some supper.

- Coming, George?
- Yeah.

Vavasor!

Just a minute.

You must have heard how it is
with me and Glencora McCluskey.

- Uh-huh - Everyone knows.
- Hm.

Well, the thing is...

you can help me.

- Your cousin, Alice Vavasor.
- What about her?

Well, she's a sort of cousin
of Glencora's on her mother's side.

- If that is...
- Well, the thing is...

it'd be perfectly natural for Glencora
to call on her cousin, Alice,

and, it would be perfectly natural
if you called on you cousin, Alice

the same day
bringing me with you.

Rather sly, Burgo.

Well, I have to be...
Those horrible old women

hanging around Glencora
with their fangs bared

make it awfully hard
for us to meet.

I warn you, Burgo, my cousin Alice,
though a spirited girl,

is very strait-laced.

Just so that Glencora and I
can be in the same room.

Please, George.

Huh.

Might do Alice good to see
a bit of the smart set.

I'll have a word with her, Burgo.

And I'll get word to Glencora.

Let me say it plainly and
for the last time, Glencora,

you can not receive
Mr. Fitzgerald in this house.

Why not?

Because he ain't suitable!

That's why not.

Because he's a drunkard
and bankrupt and something else,

which delicacy forbids me to say.

You marry that Burgo Fitzgerald, Missy,

and he'll gamble away
everything you've got,

and then beat you when it's gone.

Well, I'd would rather be beaten
by Burgo Fitzgerald

than kissed by anybody else.

Well, he ain't setting a foot
in your aunt's house, and that's that.

It's a lovely day and I may
through walk in the park.

You're not going to meet that man!

Don't worry, Aunt, according to
your idea that he's lying in bed

full of brandy,
and won't get up till dinner.

And if I do meet him, what then?
Huh?

D'you think he'll ravish me
in full view of the palace?

- Glencora!
- I'm a free woman, now,

and I can go where I want.

You'll take your maid, Missy.

Oh, yes, I'll take my maid, and then
Mr. Fitzgerald can ravish her, too.

Ah!
Ohhh!

Ah,...good of you to come
so promptly, Plantagenet.

I...I want to say a word
or two in season.

The fact is...people have been
talking about you and Lady Dumbello.

Upon my word,
people are very kind.

Kind enough, are they not?

But you have, I think,
been seen much in her company.

Well, Lady Dumbello and I have
a common interest in things.

In politics.

Politics, eh?

Now, see here, Plantagenet,
the fact is...that for many years

I have been very intimate
with their family.

And, at one time,...
with none more intimate,

then with Lady Hartletop.

Who, as you are doubtless aware,
is Lady Dumbello's mother-in-law.

Now, if my name was linked with
Lady Hartletop, that is, maybe...

but if my heir, nephew, now starts
sniffing about her daughter-in-law,

we shall both of us
look damned ridiculous.

Duke, I can't cheat.

Say it, or not, as you choose.

But you should remember
that hitherto

I have given much and asked nothing.

In this matter I expect to be obliged.

If you are looking for someone
to spend your time with

you could do a lot worse than
that little Glencora McCluskey.

Devilish taking little woman.

But entirely frivolous.

Caw...

come to that, you're other
baggage is just plain stupid.

Ha, ha...you'll find little
McCluskey understands politics,

well enough.

If you explain them
the right way.

Lady Dumbello, the problem is this.

How could a man, eh,...
a politician, that is better said,

remain independent and uncorrupt?

Well, how?

If he's a member of the commons.

And as such, unpaid.

When he may speak his mind...
he may follow his will.

Oh, yes.

If he takes office under the government

receives a handsome
emolument for so doing.

Well then he must trim his opinions,
in accord with those of his masters.

Yes, Mr. Palliser.
If a man wishes to rise in the world,

well he must accept such conditions.

There are some things, Lady Dumbello,
for which the world might well be lost.

This can't be long.
That maid's going to speak to my aunt.

I can't believe
I met you by accident.

Glencora, it was no accident.

I was waiting for you outside
Lady Auld Reekie's house.

When I saw you come out,
I followed you and cut you off.

Burgo...we must have somewhere
to meet properly.

Now listen...do you know a cousin
of yours called Alice Vavasor?

The one that looks like a policeman?

I hardly ever see her.

Well start seeing her now.

Go to her everyday until
it becomes a matter of course.

You understand?

The old ladies will like it
because she's engaged

to be married to John Grey,
the dullest man in England

and properly respectable.

We won't have much fun.

Oh, yes you will,
when the other cousin starts arriving.

George Vavasor bringing me with him.

And you'll see, that will become
a matter of course.

And then gradually
everything will fall into place.

Oh,...Burgo.

'Rumors have reached me
from more than one quarter,

'all concern my own daughter.
I hardly know how to put it.

'They say that you are intimate with
Mr. Palliser, the nephew of the duke.

'And that your husband
is much offended.

'They...they say that it is thought
that you are going to put yourself

'under Mr. Palliser's protection.'

And that, Mr. Palliser,
is everything, I think.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Fothergill.

Mr. Palliser, I hope you'll excuse me, but

I wonder you don't think of marrying.

Marrying, Mr. Fothergill?

I hope you'll excuse me,
Mr. Palliser, I do indeed but,

I tender the suggestion because
I am half afraid of some...some

diminution of good feeling
between you and your uncle.

I was not aware
of any such probability.

I trust there is none,...but the
duke is a very determined man

if he takes anything into his head.

And then you know
he has so much in his power.

Well he has not me
in his power, Mr. Fothergill.

Oh, no, no, no, one man does not
have another in his power

in this country, Mr. Palliser.

But only think if he should take offense
what one word of his might do.

There is this new arrangement
whereby you now receive an extra

three thousand pounds a year.

But the duke did say something to me
the other day which made me fancy

he might just be thinking of changing
the arrangement back again

to what it was before, or even,
Mr. Palliser to something

far less generous than that.

So it would hardly do
to offend him.

Now, would it?

I would rather not offend him,
Mr. Fothergill, certainly.

But then I would rather
not offend anyone.

Exactly so.

But his grace has indicated
that he wishes you not to keep

company with a certain party
whom we need not name.

Now the trouble is, Mr. Palliser,...
you ain't stop seeing that

certain party...now have you?

Will you excuse me, Mr. Fothergill?

I have another appointment.

Of course, Mr. Palliser, of course.

But do remember what a word
of the duke's might do

and how much easier
it would make him in his mind

if you was only married and
settled on one of his estates.

Because, if once you was married,
Mr. Palliser, his grace will come down

handsome as a king.

Good morning, Mr. Fothergill.

You've understood what I've been saying?

Uh, you have followed my drift?

Um, yes.

Yes, indeed, Mr. Palliser.

Then you realize, perhaps,
what I'm leading up to.

Of the...climax...
to which I am now coming?

Yes...Yes, pray come to it
quickly, Mr. Palliser.

Very well.

Now, if matters could be arranged,
as I have been suggesting to you.

But they surely can be, Mr. Palliser.

Oh, they surely can.

Well then we should be able to
achieve everything we desire.

By the simple expedient of having
ten pennies in every shilling,

- instead of twelve.
- Oh.

- That is as a rational currency.
- At last. -

Oh,...you have not yet been up to
Westmorland to see grandfather?

No. Nor I shall. He doesn't want
to see me, cousin Alice. Nor I, him.

All the same, cousin George,
since you are to be his heir.

I am his heir.

It might be tactful
to go up to Vavasor Hall

and pay him a little attention.

But Kate's up there. She'll look after
my interests with old squire Vavasor.

Kate may be a very
loyal sister to you,

but she won't be able
to guard your interests

if she isn't there.

What do you mean, not there?

Haven't you heard, George?

Kate and my father and I
are going to Switzerland

for a twelve week tour.

We leave at the end of next month.

No, I hadn't heard.

It was arranged before you...
came back.

I'm not sure it suits me.
Kate leaving the old man for 12 weeks.

Then you'll have to be unsuited.

Kate needs a change, George,
and a change she's going to have.

A wretched dull place, Switzerland.
Where are you going?

Interlaken, Bern, and then on to Lucerne,
where we shall be joined for a while by

by Mr. Grey.

Your fiancé.

My fiancé.

No use looking like that, George.

I broke it off with you
for excellent reasons

which you very well remember.

And I'm not obliged to remain
a spinster all my life in your memory.

Mr. Grey is a...scholar and a gentleman.

Will be a husband
whom I can love and trust.

They tell me he's a damned dull dog.

If you're going to talk like that, George,
I think you'd better leave.

Perhaps I had.

But I'll come again soon...Alice.

Huh huh, I very much hope so.

I'll bring a friend with me, if I may.

My old chum, Burgo Fitzgerald.

He wants to meet you.

Why?

Hmm, he's heard you've
a strong character,

and as he's as loose as jam himself he's
hoping you'll teach him your...secret.

Good morning, Duke.

And a very good morning
to you, Plantagenet.

I don't think you've met
old friend Lady Hartletop.

But you are of course acquainted with
her daughter-in-law, Lady Dumbello.

Now Lady Dumbello,

I expect you'd like to tell my nephew
what I've just been telling you.

Then we can all understand
one another.

Well come along, my dear,...
nobody's going to eat you.

The duke says, Mr. Palliser,...
the duke says...

that we both of us have
so much in life

that it would be a very
great pity if we were to

hanker after anything extra.

That we can't be allowed.

Like each other.

And the duke says that,
in view of our respective positions

it does seem so very foolish
...for us to...and...I mean...

She means, Plantagenet, that
she is called a countess,

and one day
she'll be a marchioness,

which is good enough going
for any lady in the land.

Even for one
as beautiful as she is.

Uh, so...there's no point
in upsetting Dumbello

and tossing away the whole thing.
What for? For you?

True,...as my nephew
you stand to be a duke one day.

But as to that, sir.
...No one need think

I'm too old to marry, and
get a few sons if it suits me.

Lady Dumbello has
done me the goodness

to see the force of my arguments.

I very much hope
that you will follow her example.

- Griselda. - Yes.
- Griselda. - No, Mr. Palliser.

Never resented to you.

Lady Dumbello.

Your servant, ma'am.

Fetch her ladyship's carriage.

You see, my dear boy,...
she never really wanted you.

And you don't really want her.

All this billing and cooing
just isn't your style.

Now, do as I ask you,
there's a good fellow.

And everything will go
as neat and steady as the clock.

Marry the little McCluskey.

Three words will do the trick.

The Lady Glencora McCluskey.

- Thank you.

Cousin Alice.

Alice, how very good to see you.

After so long, Lady Glencora.

Oh, don't be unkind.

Well I waited and waited
for you to come to me,

and then when you didn't,
I said to myself,

"Alice has deserted me."

And I cried myself to sleep every night.
- Uh-huh.

And then at last I said to myself,

"Well, if the mountain
won't come to Mohammed."

And, here I am.

Dear Alice.

Yes, and with
a thousand questions.

But, uh...first of all.

I must beg of you
tell me all about Mr. Grey.

Mr. Grey is a learned man
of several habits.

He writes long articles
for the quarterlies,

and lives in his small house near Ely,
where he walks in his garden and

reads in his library.

Oh.

Rather a quiet life.

I like a quiet life, Lady Glencora.

So, everything has
turned out very conveniently,

except for poor Mr. George Vavasor.

Mr. George Vavasor was to blame for that.

But you still see him, though?

Oh, yes indeed. He'll be coming
here this afternoon, I think.

And Mr. Fitzgerald with him?

Why do you mention Mr. Fitzgerald,
Lady Glencora?

Well, I know him to be
a friend of Mr. Vavasor's.

Well, I mean...that is,
it seems they are very much together.

- And when you see...
- I understand, Lady Glencora.

- Well, when you...
- Pray say no more.

Mr. George Vavasor's here ma'am
with Mr. Fitzgerald.

You will tell them that I
cannot receive Mr. Fitzgerald.

- Please, Alice, please.
- No.

Please, Alice,
I bid you just this one time.

Alice, what the devil's going on?

- Nothing is going on, Mr. Vavasor.

Not in my house.

You may come here, if you will, and
you may bring your friends if you wish.

But, I will not have this house
used as a place of assignation.

Now, send him away.
Tell Mr. Fitzgerald.

Heartless...for just this once
was all I asked.

Why should I not see him?

Why should I not marry him?

- He is my equal.
- I don't know, even, why you

should not marry Mr. Fitzgerald.

But something is badly amiss,
Lady Glencora,

if you must meet him by stratagem
in the house of a distant cousin.

In the house of a friend.

As I...thought.

Alice, help me.

Help me Alice...please.

Please, Alice, please.

Alice...how can I bribe you?

Alice, next to him, I will love you
better than all the world.

That would mean much to me.

But no.
I cannot do as you ask.

You're heartless!
You...you have never loved!

Oh, but I have.

Well then why will you not understand?

I understand, but for a woman to give
her love to a certain kind of man is

perdition.

I'm sorry for you.
I know what it means to reject love.

But you have...the strength to do it.

- I have not.
- Then you must find it.

Then you will not let
Mr. Fitzgerald come here?

No.

Then it's hopeless.

Hopeless.

But you may always come.

If you please.

- And even if he didn't ruin you.
- No one would know you.

- The queen would not receive you.
- And your children would be

- worse than nameless, bearing his name.

But Mr. Plantagenet Palliser.

Is a very respectable name you will carry.

Milksop!

The old duke will be
very generous with money.

I am rich in my own rights.

Mr. Palliser will not waste
your achievements.

Then, one day the old duke will die.

And you will be a duchess.

The Lady Glencora is enough.

Mr. Palliser...
is much concerned with politics.

And I am not.

But Mr. Palliser's political interests
need not disturb you, my dear.

Quite the reverse.

They will keep him
out of the house, so to speak.

So you will have plenty of leisure
for your own chosen pastimes.

Poetry and, uh...that kind of a thing.

Mr. Palliser is a very gentle, very...
innocent man.

Not given to worldly manners.

Imagining others
to be as innocent as he.

And so knowing nothing of the realities
which lie behind the poetry books.

Of which you, dear Glencora,
are so fond.

Our friends say we
may do very well together.

Can it be so?

Can it be so, Lady Glencora?

If you wish it, Mr. Palliser.

I do wish it.

With all my heart.

There is one thing that you must know.

There has been another,
and I loved him.

It shall not signify.

You must love me now.

Plantagenet,...in this as in all things,

you've shown yourself to be
everything that I could desire.

Duke.

, with the whole estate
and all its revenues shall be handed

over to you at once.

Glencora wedding present:

The family jewels are, of course,
at her complete disposal.

And I am sending her a carriage
and six pairs of horses.

Those are small, a memento
of this auspicious engagement.

Fothergill has been instructed
to place substantial amounts of

railway and mining stock
in your name.

And above all this, you will be paid
an annual allowance

such as befits a married gentleman,

who is my undoubted heir.

Your Grace is extremely generous, sir.

I do have one misgiving,

is that...material possesssions alone do not
necessarily make for a happy marriage.

There are other things to consider.

Indeed there are, but you've
nothing to worry about that there,

she's a nice enough little girl and
very appetizing with it.

What more can you ask?

Some people might mention love.

Love?

We are talking about marriage,
Plantagenet.

Well the two are sometimes
talked about in conjunction.

Well see here, Plantagenet,...ploughboys
may marry for love if they choose,

but when Pallisers marry they
marry for more important reasons.

And Pallisers are still
flesh and blood, Your Grace.

Oh, enough of that.

You and the little McCluskey can
contrive to suit each other, I suppose.

Well we can't know that in, Duke.

Well you must contrive to suit each
other at any rate, until there's a son.

Two, to be on the safe side.

After that you, at least, can suit yourself.

Your Grace.

Oh, come, don't play the innocent with me,
my dear boy, you've already had a

bit of a with that Dumbello woman
and know the strokes of the game.

You'll find as many bored wives
to amuse you after you're married

as you ever did before.

Uh-uh, but just see to it...
that there's no open scandal.

Ho-ho, when I was a boy
it didn't really matter much.

Although some reason it does now.

There will be no scandal, Duke.

Because there will be no cause.

If you will, Your Grace...I know that
you have never taken marriage vows.

But you must know that
they enjoin fidelity.

Aww,...words, Plantagenet...
Words like any others.

Vows, sir.

And they are vows
to be sworn...and kept.

Well...you do as you like
about that.

In any case I'm very well pleased
both with you and this arrangement.

And the sooner the day...the better.

Alice...see, see I've come in here
because you were kind,

very firm, but very kind.

Alice...Alice,
they're forcing me to marry Mr. Palliser.

They've just been tormenting me
until I couldn't bear it anymore.

Mr. Palliser is a good, kind man,
who devotes himself to parliament

in the public interest.

It's done.

But he means nothing to me.

Nothing, nothing to me.
And they're forcing me to marry him!

They're forcing me, forcing me to marry!

Oh Burgo.

Oh Burgo.

Oh Burgo.

Oh Burgo.