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[opening theme]

NARRATOR:

And suddenly, there she was, amidst the endless hillside,

running for her life, Yet as she fled, each step seemed to take

her further away from...

from any memory of where she was headed.

Running, running,

running, running...

Do you even know where you're going with this?

Hi.

Hi.

I'm ready to return this.

OK.

So what did you think?

I think I'm definitely ready for something lighter.

I told you it's not just the title.

So what do you recommend next?

Oh, I think I have just what you need.

So when I was a girl, I lived in this section of the library,

OK?

Jane Austen singlehandedly got me

through my parents' divorce and well, every one of my breakups

after.

Just imagine writing the definitive perspective

on women's lives and struggles in the 1800s, OK?

These books are revolutionary.

And this one, this is my favorite.

It's got everything.

It has love, and heartbreak, and family,

and most importantly, Mr. Darcy.

Who?

OK.

Only the most iconic heartthrob of all time.

Believe me.

This will make you forget all about cholera.

Well, in that case, thanks.

Ethan?

Hello, my love.

I was just wrapping up.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was thinking, if your wonderful and gracious

supervisor didn't mind, I might steal you away

for a little anniversary dinner.

Oh, flattery will get you everywhere with me.

We're closed.

You two have fun.

OK.

So I'll see you tomorrow, right, because I'm opening?

SUPERVISOR: Yup. Have fun, sweetie.

That's it. Thanks.

Thank you.

It's not OK.

We're practically in the kitchen.

We're going to make the food.

When I booked the reservation, I asked for their best table.

I'm going to say something.

No, no, OK.

I think it's beautiful.

WAITER: Excuse me.

Wait.

You know what?

It actually does remind me of our first date.

Oh, when I fell for those fake tickets?

We spent the whole concert eating string

cheese in the parking lot.

Just trying to guess what song was playing.

Well, you're actually really good at it.

Thank you.

And you don't let go of a guy who memorizes every lyric

to every Foreigner song.

Well, thank you.

That's kind of nerdy.

Oh, thank you.

It's a skill.

[distant chatter]

I love you.

It's been an amazing three years.

You look stressed.

Is it the book?

I'm sorry.

I just-- I haven't experienced this kind of writer's block

before.

It's like I know the who of it, but I

just can't figure out the why.

You just need some inspiration.

Maybe.

Maybe I should request some time off.

We could drive out to the country, clear your head,

connect to nature.

Hmm.

Nature, my mortal enemy.

No.

I prefer concrete rooms.

I'd write masterpieces in prison.

What's wrong?

My phone.

I must have left it.

Oh.

Where did you have it last?

I think it's at the library.

The library?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

We'll just-- we'll swing by and grab it.

That's weird.

Nat never closes up this fast.

[guitar strumming]

What?

[singing] You don't have to read my mind

to know what I have in mind.

Honey, you ought to know.

Now you move so fine.

Let me lay it on the line.

I want to know what you're doing after the show.

Now it's up to you.

We can make a secret rendezvous, just me and you.

I'll show you loving like you never knew.

Because I'm hotblooded, check and see.

I got a fever of 103.

Come on, baby.

Do you do more than dance?

Because I'm hotblooded.

I'm hotblooded.

Will you marry me?

- Maybe? - I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just-- I froze.

I feel terrible.

It was so romantic too.

Have you never just thought that things

were supposed to be different?

I just always thought that I would be walking

along the sidewalk one day, and like a dashing

stranger would just come up to me, just sweep me off my feet.

You've just described a kidnapping.

And also, that guy doesn't exist.

Well, Darcy exists.

Oh, boy.

Here we go.

She's rambling about Jane Austen's characters again.

No.

Darcy was real.

Actually, definitely fictional.

Come on.

Time to go.

Did you see that?

See what?

It's a shooting star.

Quick. Make a wish.

Yeah.

Like a do-over?

I wish for Mr. Darcy.

Or that's fine too.

Now go home and consider reality.

Where to?

21 Highland Drive, please.

Oh.

Uh.

What is that

Smell?

[horse neighing]

What is happening?

Excuse me, sir?

I think you took a wrong turn somewhere.

Almost there, miss.

Where is there?

Did Ethan put you up to this?

Look, this is really cute, and terrifying, and everything.

But I would really like my cell phone back now, please.

Best to brace yourself inside.

After last night's rain, the road is a bit irregular.

Oh.

[music playing]

She's arrived.

She's here at last.

Mr. Bennet.

Girls.

Come out at once.

My dear Harriet.

The ride must have vanquished you.

Oh.

We are so delighted to have you.

How was your journey?

Pleasant enough?

How are you feeling?

Perhaps something to drink or some food?

We have quite an accomplished cook.

Yes.

Or perhaps you could simply give the young lady room to breathe.

Sideburns.

Oh, you poor dear.

I imagine it's all quite overwhelming.

Hello.

I'm Elizabeth.

But you can call me Lizzy.

Do Americans wear nightgowns during the daytime?

Is that a real question?

These are your other cousins.

Jane.

Delighted to make your acquaintance.

And Mary.

Hello.

Hello.

You must be Harriet.

I am Lydia.

It's so good to meet you.

And the one crawling all over you is Kitty.

Hello, cousin.

Is it customary to not wear shoes in America?

Good heavens.

Kitty.

Kitty, go and fetch her some of yours.

Wait.

So Jane, Lizzy, Mary, Lydia, and Kitty.

Bennet.

I often find myself quite underwhelmed by the thought

as well.

This is a bit.

You guys are messing with me.

Because I said maybe, and now Ethan has set this all up,

right?

Let's get you inside.

Wow.

So you never break character.

OK.

Well, I'm in as long as you guys have breakfast burritos

because I'm starving.

10 weeks at sea is sure to confuse the best of us.

Rest and nourishment is all that is needed.

Wow.

Oh, the classic art, the ornate furniture.

The detailing of this place is unreal.

You never see this level of commitment

and experiences anymore.

A few months ago, I did that Titanic exhibit.

I think they faked the letters.

Cousin, I do hope you'll be recovered

enough to accompany us to the assembly in Meryton

this evening.

Meryton.

We're actually going to Meryton?

Yes.

Mama has been conspiring to introduce us to

our new neighbor, Mr. Bingley.

He's a single man of large fortune.

Perhaps Cousin Harriet can borrow

some clothes for the ball.

I dare say she shan't fit into any of mine.

You are free to take any of my dresses, cousin.

Yes.

Wear Jane's.

Her figure is more ample, like yours.

Lydia, move.

Almost there.

We just need to get your stomach in.

OK.

I think we're going to need a lot

more than an inhale for that.

Just one more deep breath.

I mean, is this really necessary?

It just feels like it's excessive.

You look beautiful.

Oh, I can't feel my legs.

Doesn't she look lovely, Lydia?

Jane, you may have to compete for Mr. Bingley's attention

tonight.

Shush.

I'm just going to sit down for a second.

No.

Best to keep you upright.

Come along.

[music playing]

There are many fine gentlemen in attendance tonight.

OK.

I'm officially freaking out.

There are over 100 people here, and they are all wearing

authentic Regency costumes.

I mean, honestly, I'm impressed.

Who produced this?

James Cameron?

You'll be less impressed once you actually meet

the gentleman in attendance.

You should know, Lizzy is the most cynical individual

in all of Hertfordshire.

And Jane is the most hopelessly idealistic.

Hello, Lizzy.

Hello, Jane.

Have you heard Mr. Bingley has arrived?

Was he as handsome as they say?

Only to the most hopelessly idealistic.

Charlotte, do meet Harriet, our cousin from America.

America?

Oh, what is it like there, Harriet?

Oh, Charlotte.

Well, they really did cast everyone.

Strange creature.

Look, Jane.

There he is.

Who is that woman standing with Mr. Bingley?

It's his sister.

And who is that?

Lizzy, that's who I've been speaking with you about.

Mr. Darcy.

Oh, boy.

Jane.

Mr. Bingley is behind you.

There you are, a vision fit for engagement.

Good evening.

Mr. Bingley, I presume.

We are so pleased to make your acquaintance.

This is my eldest daughter, Jane.

Mrs. Bennet, I admit I recently

heard tell of the beauty of the Bennet women.

But the rumors pale in comparison

to the beauty before me.

You flatter us, Mr. Bingley.

Wow.

He's good.

Everyone says I have the prettiest,

most accomplished girls in all of England.

Yes.

But forgive me.

Allow me to introduce my charming sister, Caroline,

and my dear friend, Mr.--

Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire.

So sorry.

Who's your friend?

Are you already acquainted?

No.

I'm just, I'm very involved in the community.

This is our cousin, Harriet, from America.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Who cares for a dance?

[waltz music playing]

Should we ask Mr. Darcy to dance?

Oh.

I think it'll be kind of weird after my whole--

oh, you mean you.

Mr. Darcy, do you care for dancing?

Not if I can avoid it.

Pay him no mind.

Whoever do you mean?

Jane is simply magical.

Perhaps her sister catches your eye.

There's no one here to tempt me.

You should return to your partner.

She's easily the most tolerable of them all.

Darcy, you are far too difficult to please.

Excuse me.

Hi.

I've always struggled with this part.

You know, the obnoxious locker room bravado?

And just so you know, that tolerable woman

is the best thing that could ever happen to you.

And the only embarrassing thing is how long

it takes for you to see it.

Wow.

You're hot.

What a strange creature.

Shall we?

Harriet, what did you say?

You left him positively speechless.

Oh.

Oh, I don't dance.

Oh, we're dancing.

When did you all learn this?

Ages ago.

[waltz music playing]

[clap]

LIZZY: What is the noise?

Oh, dear cousin, join us.

Quietly now.

I needed the jaws of life to break me out of that corset.

Do any of your backs feel different?

No?

Oh.

You're still young. - Pray tell.

How many years are you?

OK.

Well, let's just say I'm old enough that it's not

not weird to me that we're all sitting in our nightgowns

together.

My goodness.

You're older than 25.

I'm older than 30.

My dear, without a husband?

You're practically fit for an asylum.

I find it rather inspiring.

Do you have a suitor back home?

I do.

Well, he proposed to me the other day.

Oh, Cousin Harriet.

You are to be wed.

Well, not exactly because I said--

I said maybe.

Maybe?

Maybe.

Oh, how spectacularly modern.

What about your family?

It's not really a factor for me.

Are they all dead?

No.

It's just not really the same now.

You know, in America.

How spectacularly freeing to be able to decide on your own.

Or to not decide at all.

It's the silver lining, I suppose.

Does he love you?

Yeah.

He really does.

I think that is splendid.

Wait.

So you really don't know Ethan, or Natalie, or Wendy?

Are these relatives?

I thought this game would have ended by now,

but I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one in on it.

We would love to play this little game with you.

I think I'm going to go lie down.

Just hope that I wake up in a couple centuries.

Candle.

[giggles]

What is going on?

I think at that age, you get very tired.

[rooster crowing]

Good morning, cousin.

It's super creepy, Kitty, or Lydia.

Kitty.

I brought you one of my dresses to wear today.

You don't happen to have my cell phone, do you?

Oh, great.

More corsets.

Breakfast is ready downstairs.

I just need to take a quick shower.

So where is the bathroom?

On Saturdays, we use a basin.

Basin.

Certainly explains the scent.

OK.

I'll stick it out.

Come along then, cousin.

Up up, up, up, up.

It's still creepy.

Still creepy.

Oh, Harriet.

Do come and join us.

Did you sleep well?

We were hoping to go into town today.

Kitty, for goodness sake, let the girl be.

Would you like some toast?

Thank you.

I'm starving.

I should think embarrassing a man of such rank

should make a woman ravenous.

[laughter]

Lizzy, that is not a behavior to encourage.

You should be endeavoring to be more like your sister

Jane, who found herself a worthy suitor

last night in Mr. Bingley.

He is simply magical.

Lizzy, whatever happened last night with Mr. Darcy?

I do not wish to spend any more

time speaking on the matter.

Personally, I find Harriet's choice

of being an old maid heroic.

Old maid is a bit harsh.

Lizzy, you must come to realize that finding a husband

is not akin to what you read about in books.

There is the grave matter of resolving your status in life

and the status of your family.

Love is truly a luxury only afforded to men.

Well, I find that to be a most tragic view of life, mother.

So how much longer does this whole thing last?

Breakfast?

[bleating]

Kitty, look.

Can you imagine marrying an officer?

Yes.

I absolutely can.

Now girls, for the stew tonight,

we need three onions and eight perfect potatoes.

Ethan?

Ethan?

Ethan?

Ethan.

You're not Ethan.

Sorry, miss.

I have no money.

Please take my hat.

Wait.

What year is it?

The year of our Lord.

1813.

There's no planes.

There's no power lines.

This isn't a game.

I'm stuck in Pride and Prejudice.

Tell me again what happened?

We just found her like this.

What do we do?

I do not know.

Do you think she went stark raving mad?

Perhaps.

Or perhaps she's depressed because she's an old maid.

You do realize I can hear you.

Oh, my dearest cousin.

We were simply worried sick.

Thank you, girls.

I'm fine now, really.

Mother said she found you lying face down in an alley

Well, I'm relatively fine.

Look.

It's nothing.

I'm just-- I'm homesick.

It's been a long trip.

A letter for our Jane from Netherfield.

Well, my dear.

What does it say?

Make haste, my love.

It is from Caroline Bingley.

She invites me for supper at Netherfield.

Oh, Mr. Bingley will be out.

It is most unfortunate.

May I take the carriage?

Child, you shall instead travel by horseback.

My dear, the storm.

Hush.

This way, should the weather cooperate,

she will be forced to stay the night.

Or maybe she'll catch a cold and be forced to stay longer.

Even better.

[rain pouring]

[knocking]

[delicate sneeze]

[rooster crowing]

Now, now.

This is for the best.

What is for the best?

It's our daughter's well-being.

How you do not equate their marital

status with their well-being is your own folly.

So how's Jane?

Word from Netherfield is that Jane is ill.

Who could have ever foreseen that?

Papa, worry not.

Harriet and I shall go to Netherfield

ourselves to tend to Jane.

OK.

But I see where this is headed, and it's way too far to walk.

We need to use the carriage.

Nonsense.

It is such a beautiful day.

We absolutely must enjoy the glow in the wake of the storm.

OK.

So I can't rewrite the walking part.

That's great.

It's impossible to love nature this much.

Actually, it's a pretty cheap attempt

at character development.

I just favor the fresh smell of the grass after a storm.

No.

I don't, and that grass is getting your dress dirty.

And if Caroline sees you like that,

she's going to call you a pig.

I refuse to imagine someone looking

upon nature in such a way.

Wow.

So you'll just stick to the script regardless.

Netherfield.

Mr. Darcy, I do hope you will be staying longer with us.

There are so many things that I propose we do together.

Miss Elizabeth.

Harriet, welcome.

Mr. Bingley.

Dear girls, the outdoors are outdoors for a reason.

You look right fit for a pig pen.

Well, I think the exercise has given your complexions

a newly-found brilliance.

What a kind thing to say.

Thank you, Mr. Bingley.

How is my sister?

There has been some improvement,

but I have sent for the apothecary.

Please, let me show you her room.

Wait here, will you, cousin?

I--

You know what I would really love to see?

It's just even better than I could have imagined.

Do you read books much?

Well, I practically live in them.

In some ways, the pages within these walls

are just as much a part of me as my own skin and bones--

like this one, Evelina.

This one taught me that confidence

is an admirable trait to have.

And you can be both strong and kind.

Is something the matter?

No.

It's-- it's just this place reminds me

of somewhere I've been before.

When we first started dating, Ethan

took me to Burlington, which is one of the oldest

libraries in America.

You must care a great deal for this Ethan.

I do.

I do.

I guess.

I guess I've just been waiting for it to feel like this.

Like a library.

Yeah, Mr. Darcy.

I've been waiting for love to feel like a library.

Seems like a silly notion to me.

I am feeling much improved.

You are not.

You need rest.

But Lizzy, I cannot remain here

any longer on such kindness.

Nonsense.

Jane, you shall remain here until you are well.

It is not an imposition in the slightest.

Now Elizabeth, I entreat you to join

us downstairs in the sitting room so your sister may rest.

Jane, I will have you a plate fixed for supper.

MR. DARCY: Please.

Lizzy, come sit.

Mr. Darcy, I simply must see your sister again.

I have told her already of your intention to see her.

Well, I pray you to tell her again.

The last incident in which we made company,

we both laughed until our faces hurt.

Yes.

I should think it's a popular occurrence in your company.

You, on the other hand, I believe

my sister would quite enjoy.

Me?

I somehow doubt that.

On the contrary, she is a passionate admirer of America.

You know who your sister would love?

Elizabeth.

My sister has refined taste.

I would think that a woman interested in America

would value Elizabeth's emotional strength

and curiosity.

But perhaps, dear cousin, that curiosity

falls short of a sibling with presumably no faults.

You presume I have no faults.

I was of the understanding we were speaking of your sister.

Of course.

As for you, Mr. Darcy, it is quite evident you have faults

as they flow from your every pore, your principal defect

being your propensity to hate everyone.

And yours is to willfully misunderstand them.

Who's ready for dinner?

Starving.

Good evening, dear Harriet.

Mr. Darcy.

I wasn't expecting you.

Nor was I expecting you.

Had I known you had intentions for a stroll,

I would have made certain to accompany you.

Well, maybe I like to be startled.

Oh.

Do you know what I find most attractive about you?

No.

It is your mind.

You spend your life learning of the finite possibilities

of woman, only for one to come along and completely redefine

them, the peculiar manner in which you speak,

your complete lack of decorum, your remarkably white teeth.

You know who also has great teeth, is Elizabeth.

You know, growing up, I always saw a lot of myself in her.

You say this of your cousin who is 10 years your junior.

How odd.

Your mind fascinates me.

It's a figure of speech.

Don't read into it.

Perhaps I can entice you to stay behind for another day?

You could watch me write correspondence whilst walking

endlessly about the room.

Yeah.

That does sound enticing.

But I just remembered it's my turn

to clean out the horses' stables tomorrow,

and I can't miss that.

So good night, Mr. Darcy.

What just happened?

Good night, dear Harriet.

Dear Jane, the color has returned to your face.

Oh, yes.

I'm feeling much better this morning.

I'm just disappointed I've missed another festivities.

Oh.

You did not miss much, I assure you.

Did you not then enjoy your time with Mr. Darcy?

Cannot even stand to hear the name.

If there is one man roaming this Earth

whom I can swear I will never find a softness for,

it is Mr. Darcy.

[moan]

Oh, dear cousin.

You in the other hand are looking worse for the wear.

The mornings are rough.

But the mornings are the very best part of the day.

Each one gives birth to new possibility.

[groan] OK.

I have to tell you guys something.

OK.

I don't know how to tell you this.

I can see the future.

How far into the future?

I mean, pretty far.

Oh, my.

Are you mad?

That is also still a possibility.

No, Jane.

I've noticed her do it before at Netherfield

with the muddy dress.

Yes.

What does it feel like when you see the future?

It feels like I'm reading a book.

And then later on, when those things happen in real life,

it feels like I'm living that book.

So that's what I've been doing.

I've been living a book.

Oh.

I would imagine it burns.

Yeah, sure. It burns.

And that is why you are all the time

moaning and making those dreadfully

uncomfortable noises.

Not all the time.

But OK, yeah.

Sure.

That's part of it.

We shall test you.

A test?

Yes.

To prove you speak the truth, we shall ask you questions

about things that will come.

And if you do indeed read the future,

then you shall know what things will come.

Oh, what a splendid idea.

Who do we marry?

No.

No.

Let's cancel the test.

Oh, cousin.

We must know who we marry.

I will simply die if I do not know.

OK, Jane.

It's-- it's Mr. Bingley.

[giggling]

OK. Cool.

Test over. - Oh.

That is easy. I could have told you that.

OK, my turn.

Who do I marry?

Is he tall and dashing?

It's--

[muttering]

Pardon?

[muttering]

What?

It's Mr. Darcy.

I'm sorry, Lizzy, but it's true.

Well, now I know you're not only mad,

but you're also cruel.

At least he's rich.

[giggle]

Yeah.

I know.

Thank you, sir, for your generous hospitality.

It was my immense pleasure to nurse you back to health.

Mr. Darcy.

Miss Bennet.

Seeing as you desired it so much,

I see no better owner for the book.

Thank you.

Please do send word of your safe arrival.

[music playing]

There she is.

Oh, Jane.

This is such a relief to see you well and good.

Thank you.

That would be a new concern.

What's the matter with her?

Darling.

Hi, Papa.

How good it is you've arrived in time for supper?

We shall have a special guest at our table tonight.

Mr. Collins.

I congratulate you, Mrs. Bennet.

And what for, Mr. Collins?

The house is all so well maintained.

The walls, in particular, do not show their wear.

And while I did not see these walls when they were new,

I can only imagine it was similar to how they look now.

And such fine daughters.

This is excellent pea soup.

I would believe it among the five

best that I have ever eaten.

[sputtering]

Am I to understand that these vibrant peas

were grown on the property?

MRS. BENNET: Yes.

In fact, they were.

Most splendid.

You see, the reason I inquire about these delicious peas

being grown on the property is to measure

the value of this estate.

It is of interest to me as its heir.

Well, how kind of to spare us the mystery.

My understanding is that you intend to fit

your daughters for marriage.

Yes, that is true.

I admit that I am quite instantly attracted

to your daughter, Jane.

I must inform you, Mr. Collins,

that the eldest Bennet daughter is very soon to be engaged.

Yes.

But Miss Elizabeth is next in line

and has all the qualities of which you seek.

Would you not agree?

No.

No.

I would think that not agreeable.

Then the next eldest, Mary.

Indeed.

Mary has a countenance that I perceive

as very fitting for a wife.

What a wonderful remark to make.

Kind remarks are an easy hobby of mine.

It takes very little effort for me

to craft one effective in earning a woman's response.

What's going on?

Shh.

Well, it appears congratulations are in order.

My dear, I hope you'll be very happy.

Yeah.

Thank you, Papa.

Thank heavens.

We are saved.

Well, now it is done.

Mr. Collins is to wed Mary.

But I suppose you already knew that?

Mr Collins wed Mary.

No.

No. No.

No.

It's not right.

Mr. Collins, are you sure you got a good look at everyone?

There's no one else that you might

want to propose to, like maybe someone

just like not in this family?

I beg your pardon.

Harriet, you must stop all this at once.

Mr. Collins, please pay no heed to Harriet.

She arrived here merely days ago after a lengthy voyage

from America.

Perhaps we could all use some fresh air.

Yes.

Do you speak of someone in particular?

I can't with you.

Mary.

You can't marry him.

Of course I can.

You barely even know him.

Well, and the parts of him that you do, I mean, come on.

Really?

Like Mama says, we are not all afforded the luxury of love.

Someone must protect our family.

OK.

And one of your sisters eventually will.

But it does not have to be you.

It does not have to be now.

And it definitely does not have to be to that weirdo.

Look, take care of your family, but not

at the expense of yourself.

I'm sorry that you cannot understand

what needs to be done.

Not all of us have the freedom to pick apart

suitors or reject proposals.

Well, I said maybe.

Look how pretty.

That bonnet would look lovely on you

if only you had the money to buy it.

Lydia.

Pardon me, ladies.

I do not intend to give you all a fright.

Beautiful things have a way of distracting us.

George Wickham at your service.

Oh.

Ms. Bennet.

Jane.

I was just on my way to Longbourn to enquire after you.

It is a joy to see you, Mr. Bingley.

You are well, I hope.

Yes.

I'm feeling much better.

Thank you.

Then I hope you will accept an invitation to the ball

at Netherfield tomorrow.

There is much to celebrate, and we shall have an honored guest.

The duchess herself will attend.

I hope you ladies will be in attendance.

And Mr. Wickham must come as well.

Yes.

Mr. Wickham, please do join us.

She walks in beauty, like the night.

Of cloudless climes and starry skies,

of all that's best of dark and bright.

What is he doing?

You have inspired me to write poetry, Miss Harriet.

It's very sweet.

It's very plagiarized.

Well, how fitting then that you now inspire

me to actually write it.

I wish you farewell, ladies.

Now, would anyone like a hat?

Oh, me.

Oh, spare me.

Mr. Wickham?

I noticed some tension between you and Darcy.

Why don't you go ahead and tell Lizzy

what that was all about, hmm?

Well, I believe it all began with Mr. Darcy's father.

The old man had always taken kindly to me,

and when he passed, he left me a larger

inheritance than his own son.

I can only assume it was bitterness

that led Darcy to steal that inheritance for himself.

I suppose you could say it was less tension between us,

and it was Mr. Darcy's own jealousy.

I find that it is easier to be blinded by a man's fortune

and consequence to only see him as the way he wants to be seen.

OK, Darcy didn't steal anything.

You spent it all.

You wanted more.

And then he cut you off.

Harriet.

I shall see you both at the ball.

Oh.

Ugh.

Lizzy.

No.

[knocking]

Hey, can we talk?

I would think you would already know the answer.

Look, I'm sorry about what happened today.

I did not mean to hurt your feelings.

First you say I am to wed Mr. Darcy,

and now you humiliate me in front of Mr. Wickham,

without any intent on hurting my feelings.

There are just certain things that I know,

and I just do not want you to be disappointed.

Wickham does not come to the ball tomorrow.

It is so, cousin, that everything you know

happens to ruin my life.

Well, I suppose this will serve as the perfect test

of whether you can read the future after all.

I am destroying Jane Austen.

[waltz music playing]

Your grace.

Let me introduce my daughters in order of age--

Jane, Elizabeth, Mary, Catherine, and Lydia.

Oh, and I almost forgot, our very eldest

cousin, Harriet, from America.

It's a great pleasure to see all of you here tonight.

And Jane, I've heard about Miss Jane

Bennet, the belle of the ball?

Charles said he was throwing this ball in honor of my visit.

But I think it might be a simple excuse

to see Miss Bennet again.

Ah.

I see you have met our guest of honor.

Now if I may be so presumptuous as to ask for a dance.

Miss Harriet.

Good to see you.

Have you seen Mr. Darcy?

No.

I haven't, but I have a feeling he'll pop up somewhere.

You Americans and your feelings.

Oh.

Hello, Charlotte.

I pray you.

Have you seen Mr. Wickham this evening?

I have not.

But I'm dying for you to make an introduction.

Good evening.

Would you happen to know where your sister

Mary has run off to?

I had visions of asking her to dance.

She went off with Mrs. Bennet.

But have you had the pleasure of meeting Charlotte yet?

I have not.

I have just now had visions of asking you to dance.

You cannot help but to meddle, can you, cousin?

But--

[applause]

Welcome.

Welcome.

Welcome to Netherfield.

We are so pleased you could join us on this beautiful evening.

Now, let's dance.

[waltz music playing]

[applause]

Miss Bennet.

Mr. Wickham.

Mr. Wickham.

Mr. Wickham.

Mr. Wickham, what are you doing here?

How good of you to join us.

And good of you to have me.

With my tardiness, I fear we have

much dancing to catch up on.

Well, then time is of the essence.

Well, time is of the essence.

I knew I would find you in here.

You really have to stop doing that.

Forgive me.

But I'm in such great pain.

Oh, no.

What's wrong?

Love, Miss Harriet.

It is the terrible agony of love.

Please.

I must make a confession.

Do you really have to?

I simply must.

I adore you.

Do you though?

You are a stranger that seemingly fell from the sky.

And now I find myself--

I find myself--

Bewitched?

Precisely.

It's like you're inside my head.

You have bewitched me.

And now I have but one question for you,

my dear Harriet, my strange creature.

[shudders]

Will you make me the happiest of men and be my wife?

This is the moment I have always dreamt of,

and you are the man that I have always dreamt of.

Then it is settled.

But now that it is happening, for real,

this is not the feeling that I have always dreamt of.

But feelings can grow.

I'm in love with another man.

You belong with another woman.

I could never love again.

I know the feeling of falling for the idea of someone,

but that feeling is tied to an idea and not a real person.

You don't need me, Mr. Darcy.

You need a real person.

Very well.

I shall be on my way.

We need to talk.

Just why must you insist on tormenting

my every relationship?

OK.

You're right.

I have gotten in the way.

Well, at least we agree on something.

OK. But listen.

This, Lizzy, it's not who you are.

You speak the truth.

I did not feel myself tonight.

I feel better.

I don't know how this works or who I should be addressing.

I'll just jump right in.

It's me.

Hi.

I'm the problem.

It's me.

She really is a voice of a generation.

I'll get back to it.

I've messed everything up, and I really

don't know how to fix it.

I made the wish because I thought

that the answer to everything was Mr. Darcy, that one day,

some man would just fall into my life

and make everything perfect.

But maybe love isn't about finding

some magical puzzle piece or writing the perfect book.

Maybe it's about the moments between the pages.

I don't know.

I just-- I guess I'm just kind of scared now because I'm

scared that it's too late, that I won't get to see

Ethan again, that I won't get to tell him

how much he means to me.

So please, please, please, please,

please just let me go home.

Well, that's it.

[rooster crowing]

Yeah.

We get it.

Mr. Bingley has left.

ELIZABETH: Please, Jane.

Open the door.

JANE: Caroline wants to help to marry Mr. Darcy's sister.

Jane.

He's just misguided, OK?

He loves you.

What does it matter?

He's gone, and he shall not return this winter.

I-- I've lost him.

And you said that we were to be wed.

My dearest Jane.

This must be Mr. Darcy's doing.

Wait, Lizzy.

You might be right because in the book--

in the future, Darcy convinces Bingley that Bingley

has stronger feelings than you.

Jane, you have to go to London.

You have to get him back.

It's the only way.

To say what?

How you truly feel.

I cannot do that.

I do not have the words.

Well, I'll come with you.

I know words.

Perhaps-- perhaps it is time I do

take matters into my own hands.

Go, Jane.

I will see to Mother.

Let's rewrite this story.

I love a dramatic exit.

[music playing]

So what do you guys do about the nausea?

Listen.

We did not think this part through.

What would we say?

Too late for that now.

Just move.

Jane.

What in the world are you doing here?

And why on Earth are you running?

We came all the way to London to give you a message.

Jane has something she would like to say.

Jane, I did deeply regret the need to leave

so quickly on business.

Yes.

And I did receive your note.

It's just that Mr. Bingley, Charles,

upon receiving your note, I was forced into considering

a future without you.

And I dare say I grew terribly sad at the notion.

You are generous, and kind, and you have a fine head of hair,

which is no small thing.

It's true.

And I dare say I find myself to be

helplessly falling for you.

Well, this is most inappropriate.

I really didn't see it playing out like that.

[rooster crowing]

Morning, Mrs. B.

Harriet.

Lizzy said you'd gone to London with Jane.

I was quite thankful for that.

Oh.

I don't think you'll be thanking me after you hear how it went.

Are you OK?

Lizzy and I had quite the argument while you were out.

She contended that I care of nothing but the marriage

of my daughters.

You know that at times, I may be a bit

overbearing with the girls, but it's

only because I know well the alternative

to timely matrimony.

All I want in this world is for my daughters to be cared for.

Of course I want them happy.

But in order for happiness, there must

first be safety and security.

Those things, after all, are the foundation of love.

I wish I'd had a mother that cared

that much about my happiness.

Being a mother is an impossible endeavor

my dear, almost as impossible as being a daughter.

[screaming]

MRS. BENNET: Jane.

What is it?

It's Mr. Wickham.

Oh, no.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Lizzy has run off with Mr. Wickham.

Wait, Lizzy?

She'll be ruined.

OK.

Well, that's a little ironic coming from you.

I would never.

I will fix this.

Cousin.

Cousin.

Cousin.

What is happening?

The changes to the story are starting to compound.

Lizzy didn't connect with Darcy because of me.

And then Collins proposed to Mary instead of Charlotte.

And then Wickham showed up at the ball, which

should never have happened.

And now Lizzy thinks she's in love

with him instead of Mr. Darcy.

Don't worry.

I got this.

Oh, dear.

I must apologize for my behavior during the proposal.

I apologize for my proposal.

I apologize-- I apologize for my behavior.

Mr. Darcy?

Miss Harriet.

Forgive me.

I was just rehearsing an apology for someone else.

Yeah. Yeah.

OK.

We don't have time for that.

I need your carriage.

Chop chop.

Lizzy ran off with Mr. Wickham.

Did she say where she went?

All I know is that they're getting married.

There's only one place they could be.

And has the lady the family's approval?

The lady has more than that.

She has the courage of her own convictions.

That is well and good, but in the eyes of the Lord--

Stop.

Darcy.

George, you must stop at once with the charade.

I'm afraid I do not follow.

Lizzy, what are you doing?

You don't love him.

But love is a luxury only afforded to men, is it

not, cousin? - OK.

Well, if you intend to marry for practical purposes,

there are things that you need to know.

For heaven's sake, Harriet, just let it go.

I have overlooked your many transgressions,

but I will not stand idly by while you

deceive an innocent woman.

What will it take this time, George,

for this is the last time I shall consider

relieving you of your debts.

Is this true?

You have debts?

Name your price, but let this woman go

and say nothing to impugn her reputation.

Do you really think our love will be--

10,000.

George.

Let us speak plainly.

Your dowry cannot compete with such a fortune.

Lizzy.

Lizzy.

I'm so sorry.

No.

No.

I must apologize.

What hurts the most is that I was wrong about everything.

I've always considered myself a curious thinker.

I guess I was blind to the truth,

no matter the attempts you made.

You were right about everything.

Cousin.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm just not used to being on this side of things.

So I just wanted to enjoy it for a moment.

Look.

You have taught me more than you'll ever know.

I'm just happy I could return the favor.

Ladies.

Your chariot awaits.

Come on.

Let's go home.

Yes.

Mr. Darcy, I want to thank you.

It was incredibly kind of to come to my rescue.

Your cousin did all the rescuing.

I was merely a conduit.

I confess I'm terribly embarrassed.

I behaved as though under a spell.

We can all behave madly when we believe we're in love.

You misunderstand me.

I'm embarrassed for the way I have treated you.

I'm afraid I unfairly judged your character.

I fear, Lizzy, that I have given you plenty to misjudge.

Aw.

Sorry.

Ooh.

Tired.

Americans sleep more than sheep.

I've never seen such a thing.

(WHISPERS) It may be a reflection of age.

Mr. Darcy, you're a surprise.

[thudding]

You know what?

We're almost back.

I think I'll walk from here.

You intend to walk the rest of the way?

What can I say?

It's a beautiful day.

[whistling]

Mr. Bennet, I bring word for Mr. Collins.

Girls.

Mr. Collins.

What does it say, my dear?

Mr. Collins is breaking off the engagement.

We are doomed.

OK.

It might not seem like it, but this is a very good thing, OK?

It's-- it's a very good thing, guys.

OK, I promise.

It's a very good thing.

Oh.

What are we to do to restitution?

Lizzy.

[horse neighing]

Goodness.

Is that Mr. Bingley?

Oh.

About time.

Oh, dear.

He brings Mr. Darcy as well.

Hurry.

Hurry, girls.

Make yourselves presentable.

[clears throat]

Mr. Bingley desires an audience with Jane.

Alone.

Kitty.

Lydia, I want to see.

I want to see.

We can't see.

Miss Bennett.

Mr. Bingley.

I was a great fool in London.

Your words to me were so true that I have

spent days thinking of them.

In my haste, I questioned your intentions.

And for that, I am deeply sorry.

But I refuse to allow you to become my greatest regret.

Oh, Charles.

My heart is and shall be forever yours.

Will you do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife?

Yes.

Where in the heavens is Lizzy?

Oh, my dearest.

You are next.

Elizabeth, I must apologize to you.

Whatever for?

The conversations I had with Bingley

that dissuaded him from pursuing Jane.

My words had an effect I did not intend.

I made the mistake of assuming your sister

was indifferent to him.

Perhaps rather I was merely projecting

your indifference to me.

I'm far from indifferent.

I must admit I'm relieved to hear you say it, as my coming

here today was not solely in support of Mr. Bingley,

but rather for intentions of my own.

Oh.

What might those intentions be, Mr. Darcy?

Will you do me the honor of being my wife?

[piano music playing]

[tires screeching]

I'm home.

Oh, my-- my phone.

Oh, my phone.

Oh, I have missed you so much.

Lady, I'm going to need you to get out of my cab now.

Wait, wait.

Can you just do me a teeny tiny favor?

Can you just take me to my boyfriend's apartment instead?

Scram.

It was real.

Hey.

Beat it.

Some hospitality we have in the present day.

An app download?

Ugh.

Somehow, this is worse than the horses.

OK.

And we're off.

[pop music]

(SINGING) Into the chaos.

Into the chaos.

Woo-oh.

Follow my heart to the other side.

Into the chaos.

No, no, no.

Woo-oh.

Follow my heart to the other side.

[buzzer]

Ethan, it's me.

Look before you say anything, OK, just let me get this out.

I don't deserve you after what I did tonight.

You know what, maybe I never really did deserve you

because all you've ever done is put me first

and love me unconditionally.

And just at every turn, I've just given you maybes.

The truth is as I was struggling with me, I've just--

I've spent my whole life escaping

into stories because I've just been too afraid to be

myself in this one.

And all that's done is kept me from you.

And I don't even want it to be my story anymore, you know?

I want it to be ours.

Because I love you, Ethan, and I just,

I never want you to feel like--

[beeping]

Voicemail maximum time reached.

Seriously?

[quietly crying]

Ethan.

Hi.

How much of that did you catch?

Enough.

I'm so sorry.

You didn't have to apologize.

It wasn't the way I wanted to find out,

but if you're not there, you're not there.

No, no, no, no. See, that's the thing.

I am there.

And I'm here.

You know, I'm here, and I'm there.

OK.

What are you-- where are your shoes?

I've been on a journey tonight,

like, like really far back, like further than you can even

imagine, you know, emotionally.

But I just feel like I'm seeing things so clearly now.

And I've just been so frustrated with my book,

and I've just been worried about not being

where I should be in my life.

And, and, oh-- look.

Look, I found this.

This is a first edition.

Where-- where'd you--

Yeah.

That's the book that inspired Jane Austen.

Oh.

Well, I guess you found what you're looking for.

No, see.

I don't-- I don't need this.

No.

You're the only inspiration that I need, OK?

You're-- you're my wish come true.

Ethan, will you marry me?

Maybe.

Wait.

Is that a yes?

Of course.

NARRATOR: Her face erupted into a smile.

And at long last, they kissed.

And right there, under a bed of shining stars,

she knew she was finally home.

[applause]

[music playing]