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[Anne] Eu quase me casei uma vez.

Era de Wentworth o meu coração.

Mas ele era um marinheiro sem status ou posses.

E eu fui persuadida a abrir mão dele.

[Anne] Agora eu estou solteira e próspera.

Eu passo o tempo bebendo bons vinhos,

desfrutando de banhos quentes

e deitada com a cara no travesseiro.

Como eu disse, próspera.

Quem precisa de romance

quando se tem… família?

Esse é meu pai.

Ele nunca viu superfície reflexiva que o desagradasse.

A vaidade é o início e o fim de seu caráter.

E o meio também.

"Sir Walter Elliot,

nascido em primeiro de março de 1760.

Distinto cavalheiro,

conhecido por seu primoroso maxilar."

[Anne] Ele era o único objeto do próprio e mais caloroso respeito e devoção.

Só é possível escapar de uma família de duas maneiras:

casamento e morte.

Ambos parecem improváveis num futuro imediato.

"Casou-se em 15 de julho de 1784 com Jane."

Minha mãe.

- Que saudade. - [Sir Walter] "Jane morreu em 1801.

Com ela, Sir Walter criou três filhas."

Minhas irmãs.

[Sir Walter] "Elizabeth, de beleza célebre,

personalidade mais vanguardista de Somerset."

Elizabeth, a mais velha.

[Sir Walter] "Mary, casada com Charles Musgrove,

herdeiro da eminente propriedade de Upper Cross."

Mary, a mais jovem.

"E Anne, nascida em nove de agosto de 1787."

E eu, filha do meio,

a fenda em seu espelho.

Pena não termos nada agradável a acrescentar sobre você, Anne.

Obrigada por tentar.

Eu nem queria mencioná-la, mas papai disse

que pensariam que está morta.

- [homem] Cobrança de dívidas. - [Elizabeth] Papai. Papai!

[Anne] A única coisa que meu pai ama mais que a si mesmo é gastar dinheiro.

Sempre soubemos que, um dia, acabaria.

- Papai! - O papai faliu, princesa.

Acabou a diversão.

Oh!

[homem] Não fique assim, Sir Walter.

Muitas pessoas se endividam em algum momento na vida.

Terá que economizar.

Não há escolha.

Eu elaborei um rigoroso plano para isso.

As reduções mais necessárias estão destacadas.

Conheçam a melhor amiga da minha mãe e inabalável porta-voz da verdade.

Lady Russell assumiu a responsabilidade

de me aconselhar sobre tudo, como acha que minha mãe teria feito.

Sempre perspicaz e prestativa.

Com uma notável exceção.

Há pessoas que não têm casa nem comida. Tente ver sob outro ponto de vista.

Sr. Shepherd,

se eu estivesse interessado em um ponto de vista baseado nos pobres,

eu perguntaria o preço que o seu barbeiro cobra.

Não me peça para mudar as coisas com uma visão diferente.

Veja-as do meu jeito e mude-as até que estejam diferentes.

Poderíamos deixar de doar para a caridade.

Fazíamos isso?

Jane sentiria vergonha.

Ela suplicou para que eu protegesse as filhas dos excessivos excessos do pai,

e eu falhei.

Sua arrogância irá falir a todas.

Pai,

a genuína reputação vem

da honestidade, integridade, compaixão

e aceitação da responsabilidade pelo bem estar dos outros.

Anne, estamos tratando de algo substancial!

Tente acompanhar.

Por que não reduzir e ir para um lugar mais barato?

Bath é adorável.

E os termas da cidade farão maravilhas na sua pele.

E o que será de Kellynch Hall?

Há poucos dias, conheci um abastado oficial da Marinha

que pagaria um belo aluguel por uma casa como Kellynch.

Eu não quero um marinheiro na minha casa.

- São todos feios. - O Almirante Croft é bem apessoado.

Almirante? Que direito tem a Marinha Britânica

de permitir que pessoas de berço obscuro obtenham distinção imerecida?

Só Deus pode conceder títulos.

E de que serve um título quando se tem de ganhá-lo?

De que serve qualquer coisa quando se tem de ganhar?

O Almirante Croft é um grande cavalheiro.

Sua esposa me falou sobre o irmão que viveu entre nós alguns anos atrás.

Ele também era oficial da Marinha.

Qual era o nome? É… Wellington?

Weathers? Winslow?

Não seria Wentworth?

- [Shepherd] Wentworth, isso! - Anne, querida.

De fato, mal posso me lembrar de quem estão falando.

[Sir Walter] Minha pele ficará mesmo bonita em Bath?

[Lady Russell] Sim, claro.

[Lady Russell] Sim.

Meu bem… Já se passaram sete anos.

Oito.

Não é possível que você ainda sinta...

[Anne] Eu sinto!

Frederick Wentworth foi a única pessoa,

exceto você e a minha mãe,

que realmente me via.

E me entendia.

E me amava.

Oh…

E, de vocês três, o único que eu queria...

Trocar cartões de visita?

Disse bem.

Você mentiu quando disse que o tempo curaria a minha dor.

- Está com raiva de mim. - Estou com raiva de mim.

Por… ter sido persuadida.

Por não ver, à época, o que é tão claro agora.

Eu teria sido bem mais feliz se tivesse ficado com ele

do que tenho sido depois de abandoná-lo.

Ah…

Eu sinto muito, mas o casamento é uma transação para as mulheres.

Nossa segurança básica está em jogo.

Não podia deixar que desperdiçasse sua vida com um homem sem status

sem posses,

com nada além de si mesmo que o recomendasse.

Isso era o que eu mais gostava.

E mais: toda a confiança dele era justificada. Ele está rico agora.

E é capitão.

E por que não teve notícias dele?

Porque...

parti o coração dele.

E ele sabia por quê.

Eu achei que estava protegendo você. Eu estava errada.

E vejo isso agora.

E eu sinto muito.

Você vai encontrar o homem que foi feito para você.

Um que a ame o bastante para lutar por você.

Querida, eu admiro seus intensos sentimentos,

mas, em algum momento, você terá que superar.

Temo que Wentworth seja um navio que já zarpou.

Então eu digo com amor:

abandone toda esperança.

Ele nunca me escreveu, é verdade.

Mas eu sabia que não escreveria.

Ele se respeita muito para implorar.

Ele não lutou por mim porque

não aceitaria um amor não oferecido espontaneamente.

Ele já deixou tudo para trás.

Eu, pelo contrário,

deixei tudo dolorosamente à minha frente.

O primeiro bilhete que ele me passou na igreja.

A lista de músicas que fez. CANÇÕES DE AMOR

Um cacho do cabelo dele.

E um do cavalo dele, Sampson, que eu mal conhecia.

E esse sino de vaca,

cujo toque triste e vazio melhor reflete a minha melancolia.

Oito anos dela.

Ele está em toda a parte.

A Marinha tem adoração por ele.

"Frederick Wentworth recebe altas somas à bordo do Laconia."

"Frederick Wentworth resgata baleia encalhada

e espectadores choram."

Mas ainda nenhum anúncio de casamento.

Nada até agora indicando

que ele tenha, desde então, se unido a alguém.

Em outras palavras...

desponta a esperança eterna.

Com a mudança, terei que pensar em minha persona de Bath.

Eu creio que a Elizabeth de Bath deva ser menos sofisticada que a Elizabeth de Londres,

mas não tão espírito livre quanto a Elizabeth do campo.

Penelope, o que você acha?

Vai com os Elliots para o norte, Sra. Clay?

Ah, eu não ousaria atrapalhar.

É claro que ousaria. Esse é o seu único sonho.

E, para a sua sorte, eu jamais sonharia em ir a qualquer lugar sem você.

Sra. Penelope Clay.

Viúva, mas ela nunca fala nisso.

Ele era um defunto quando se conheceram, então talvez nem tenha percebido a transição.

Lady Russell teme que a Sra. Clay tenha interesse no meu pai,

mas acho que ela não faz o tipo dele.

E o meu pai se casaria com alguém de nível mais baixo?

A senhora deve ir. Se seu pai puder dispensá-la…

Sr. Shepherd, será que poderia dispensar Penelope?

Hmm.

Bom, ótimo. Extraordinário, Sir Walter.

O senhor é de fato muito generoso.

Precisaremos de sua agradável companhia

para compensar as pobres aparências que teremos que suportar em Bath.

Não, Sr. Walter. Nem todos nasceram para serem belos.

Aposto que sua beleza irá brilhar duas vezes mais entre eles.

É comum dizer: "Um cinco em Londres será um dez em Bath."

Olha, pense comigo:

você e Elizabeth serão um treze lá.

Você vai ser um seis, Anne.

Enfim, levará um bom tempo até que Anne se junte a nós.

Como?

Eu recebi uma carta da Mary hoje.

Ela está mal novamente e precisa de você em Uppercross.

Eu sei que você mal a tolera.

Ainda assim, é uma reação bem mais positiva do que a de todos nós em relação a ela,

fazendo de você a escolha lógica

Fabuloso.

[Elizabeth] Esconda a roupa de cama boa antes que o Almirante chegue.

Por que? Acha que vai roubá-las?

Eu não gosto de imaginar sua pele nua em meus lençóis.

Ui, pode trazer sorte!

Esconda os registros. Não quero que ninguém assuma a minha identidade.

Eu não acredito que alguém queira o seu crédito nesse momento, pai.

Ah! E oriente-os, de maneira gentil,

a jamais se aproximarem do meu jardim de rosas.

Ah, sim… Por favor, os arbustos.

Não me agrada a ideia de outras pessoas desfrutando deles.

"Usem lençóis velhos,

não coloquem os pés no jardim e não olhem para os arbustos."

Mais alguma palavra hospitaleira?

Isso é tudo. Ah… Certifique-se que todos os quartos estejam impecáveis antes que cheguem.

Não quero boatos sobre poeira circulando por aí.

[homem] É ainda mais incrível do que nos disseram.

Não precisam se preocupar. Seremos excelentes inquilinos.

A senhora sempre viaja com o seu marido?

Ah, sim. E ninguém jamais vai me impedir.

Já cruzei o Atlântico quatro vezes.

Fui uma vez para as Índias Orientais e voltei.

Cork, Lisboa, Gibraltar...

Os momentos mais felizes da minha vida, passei a bordo de um navio.

Tem muita sorte.

Você vai ver quando estiver apaixonada.

Sabe Anne, o irmão mais novo da Sra. Croft está solteiro.

Ele é capitão da Marinha. Muito bem sucedido.

Edward, por favor.

Uma mulher sem marido não é um problema a ser resolvido.

- Sabe, eu conheci seu irmão. - Conheceu?

Que maravilha!

Podemos jantar todos juntos assim que ele chegar.

Como… Chegar?

- O navio dele acabou de atracar. - Ele estará aqui em dois dias, Anne.

Oh, esses jardins são tão lindos…

Me pergunto como ele se sente em relação a um encontro.

Se quisesse me ver antes, não precisaria ter esperado.

Ele ainda tem raiva, eu aposto.

E se eu estiver errada?

E se ele tiver passado todos esses anos sofrendo por mim?

[homem] Ô!

Aqui está.

[mulher, voz trêmula] Alguém pode me ajudar?

Eu prefiro a Mary à Elizabeth.

Ela é uma completa narcisista.

Então, conversar com ela requer pouquíssima energia

e pode ser muito divertido.

Uma vez, eu passei 24 horas completas

falando exclusivamente em italiano.

Ela só percebeu quando eu pedi que me passasse o sale.

Ela é tão imersa no próprio sentimento,

que só percebe que eu estou lá quando faço um pigarro.

Olha.

Primeiro, ela se lamenta por alguma enfermidade não identificada

que a levou à beira da morte.

Depois, ela se queixa que o marido não cuida dela adequadamente.

E, por último, ela ataca os parentes

que sempre lhe faltam com respeito e devem odiá-la em segredo.

[clears throat]

Que alívio monstruoso você estar aqui.

Eu não sei o que eu tenho. Alguma doença desconhecida.

Não posso me mover. Estou à beira da morte.

O Charles saiu para caçar. Nem uma palavra carinhosa antes de ir.

Hmm.

E os meus parentes me enviaram aquele belo buquê.

Não é lindo?

Obviamente vai murchar, e eu vou me sentir ainda pior do que se não tivessem mandado nada.

Hmm.

Muito indelicado é lembrar uma moribunda da decadência.

Anne, essas pessoas me odeiam.

Sem falar que as crianças são monstros, a casa é muito fria

e ninguém se importa mais com o teatro.

Precisamente isso, Anne.

- Anne! - Anne!

Conheça minhas cunhadas,

Henrietta e Louisa Musgrove.

Elas são belas em todos os sentidos.

- Anne! - [Anne] Meninas!

Ficamos tão felizes quando a Mary disse que você viria.

Nós estamos eufóricas a semana inteira!

Tem que prometer passar cada segundo conosco, sem desculpas.

Quando não estiver cuidando de sua irmã, é claro.

- Como está se sentindo, Mary? - Não me perguntaram como eu me sinto.

- Foi o que fiz. - A morte está tão perto.

Posso sentir meus órgãos se decompondo.

Mesmo estado de ontem, então.

É animador que seus órgãos apodreçam mas sua personalidade permaneça mais forte que nunca.

E terá que jantar conosco na casa grande todo dia e nos encantar com a sua música,

porque nós iremos dançar, cantar e rir a noite toda!

- [menino] Maria Antonieta! - [Charles] Meninos!

[Anne] How dare you speak my name, you naughty subjects!

Devagar, meninos. Mulheres não gostam de ser atropeladas.

E sua mãe está com dor de cabeça.

Não sei como permite que encostem em você sem saber por onde andaram!

Temos fome, Maria Antonieta.

- Então comam bolo! - [Charles] Não, bolo só depois do jantar.

Teremos convidados especiais hoje à noite. Vamos conhecer o Alm. Croft e sua esposa.

Ela vai trazer seu irmão, Wentworth.

Ele chegou hoje pela manhã. Um galante capitão.

Soube que ele redirecionou toda uma frota

para salvar uma baleia encalhada.

[Mary] Não sabia que gostava tanto de baleias.

- Já Conheceu o Capitão Wentworth? - [Anne] De passagem.

- É verdade que ele tem uma beleza devastadora? - Ele tem um rosto amável, sim.

E é verdade que ele ouve de fato quando uma mulher fala?

Ele ouve.

Ele ouve com todo o seu corpo.

It's... electrifying.

Well, then, he sounds like just the man for you.

- I insist you pursue him. - Louisa...

No, no. I've made up my mind, Anne.

No more hiding your light underneath a bushel.

You are very sweet, but I'm not interested

in receiving instruction on where to put my light.

Or my bushel.

[giggles]

Tell me, honestly, why aren't you married?

I'm waiting to fall in love.

All right, here's what you'll do. At dinner, you'll sit right next to him.

I'll sit right next to him.

Then, you'll pretend not to know a thing about anything.

Men like explaining things.

Tell him you've never used utensils, ask him to teach you how to hold them.

Is this how they're teaching courtship these days?

Then, just when he starts to seem interested,

don't respond to a single thing he says.

As though you're a ghost.

He'll be hooked. [giggles]

So, then, just be myself.

Oh no. Don't do that until at least the second year of marriage.

That may not be the worst advice.

- Mary! - Charles. What happened?

Mary, help. He's hurt his arm.

- [Mary] What has he done? - He fell from a tree.

Of course this happens the one evening people of interest are set to visit.

He didn't fall on purpose, Mary.

Someone will have to stay with him.

I'll bring you back some plum pudding.

So, it's the mother who must stay, then.

It's not enough I brought these humans into the world,

I must now miss dinners on account of them.

This is just my luck.

If there is anything disagreeable, men are sure to get out of it.

Mary, my sweet, he's hurt.

And you aren't feeling quite yourself either.

Oh no, that's cleared up entirely.

I'm sure the Crofts will come again.

Oh, I hate my life.

If it's really bothering you, I'm happy to stay with you.

That goes without saying. Of course. I'm not gonna stay alone.

Wouldn't it be hard to be away from little Charles when he's in so much pain?

No, Louisa.

Please understand.

The thing about me is, I am an empath.

I'm actually the least equipped to be with my children when they're suffering

because I feel it so deeply.

It's much better for me to be away.

Life is so much easier for people like Anne who aren't so sensitive.

Mary, would you like me to stay alone while you go to dinner?

That's so kind. I'll bring you back some plum pudding.

And perhaps a crust of bread and some gruel?

Don't worry, Anne, I'll talk you up.

I'll paint such a pretty picture, he'll be ready to propose by morning. Promise.

[door closes]

[slow melancholic music]

[music continues]

[sighs]

If only I could talk to him.

[sighs]

[music becomes playful]

Frederick!

[woman] Oh.

Oh!

Oh. Ouch.

[dog barks in distance]

[gasps]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Perfect.

[music stops]

[screaming and laughter]

Thanks again for last night, Anne.

I really think you would have liked Captain Wentworth.

Um, this jam is too soggy.

I'd rather not have jam at all if it is to be soggy.

I want to be a captain.

Absolutely not.

No nephew of mine will be a sailor.

Don't you know they have to wear silly hats?

Anne, please, I can't endure the sound of laughter before noon.

And the rules are

you must grow a silly mustache.

[kids laugh]

- Mm. - [Mary] No.

[Charles] Wentworth doesn't have a mustache, but he is quite impressive.

Handsome, intelligent, rich.

- [child] Do it again! - [Anne] Oh, look at me.

I'm Captain Wentworth and I am very impressive!

I'm rich and I'm handsome and everybody loves me!

And I'm a sailor!

[Charles] Uh, Captain, meet Mary's sister, Anne.

- Actually, we... We've met. - We've met.

- Oh. - Long ago, before I was rich.

But not before I was handsome.

You look... old.

- I didn't mean that. - What did you mean?

Old... Older... than you used to look.

- Your face has matured. - Small price to pay for a life of purpose.

- Are you implying my life lacks purpose? - How would I know?

Your hair remains intact.

Your hair is also

suitably appropriate.

- Thank you. - So, then, you two really have met.

- Fleetingly. - And yet memorable in its fleetingness.

Shall we go?

- We shall. - Yes.

Oh.

[Anne sighs]

- What? - You still have jam on your face.

[laughs]

[slow instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

My dress is soaked.

[Louisa] I told you he'd be back, Anne. Why don't you sit next to him?

[Anne, sighing] Louisa.

[indistinct]

[music continues]

- Do come through here. - [Mrs. Croft] Thank you so much.

Captain Wentworth, I'm going to keep you next to me.

[Frederick] Certainly.

Louisa.

How perfect.

[music stops]

[playful instrumental music]

- [Louisa] I'll sit next to you. - I'll get your chair.

Thank you very much.

[people chatting indistinctly]

[loud scraping]

Light under bushel, check.

[people chatting indistinctly]

- By the stem? - By the stem.

Quite the upgrade.

From what?

From whoever didn't want to sit next to me.

Now, tell me, do you have the same trouble with spoons?

Thank you.

[Frederick] Thank you. [Louisa] Thank you very much.

Enjoying it. It's delicious.

[both laugh]

Captain Wentworth was telling me how he almost died at sea.

My, captain! What made you decide on such a risky profession?

When I first left shore, I was in great need of distraction.

For that, the constant threat on my life was useful.

In fact, I was in such despair, there were times I almost wished for it.

Would it be too bold to ask the source of such desperation?

A woman.

Well, then, her loss.

Now, though, I've had my fill of excitement.

I long for absolute boredom to lull me back to myself.

And by that you mean a wife?

Mamãe!

Refiro-me a pessoas e coisas com que possa me aquietar.

Quem melhor para aquietar-se que uma esposa?

Mamãe.

- Está no mercado a procura de esposa? - Papai.

O senhor me descobriu.

Aqui estou eu, em terra, buscando um casamento tolo.

Algum afeto, mente decidida,

uns poucos elogios à Marinha, e estarei perdido.

Qualquer mulher entre 18 e 80 anos pode ser alvo do meu pedido.

Quase qualquer uma.

Charles quis casar comigo primeiro.

[Sra. Croft] Que disse, Anne?

É, bom…

Como o assunto é casamento…

Um... [clears throat]

Remember how Charles wanted to marry me before he married Charles?

I mean Mary.

Sorry, Charles, um...

Before she married...

Sorry, before he, of course he,

came to his senses and married Mary.

Please go on. You'd like us to understand

that your brother-in-law once preferred you to your sister?

- That's true, yes. - It's true.

Yes, it's quite right. There, there.

[soft piano music]

Wentworth isn't very gallant to you, Anne.

He said you were so altered he hardly recognized you.

Don't worry, I stood up for you.

I told him your eye got so infected it swelled shut for a week

and then we all called you Blackbeard.

I suppose that isn't sticking up for you so much as just saying a thing.

Yes, I suppose it was more that.

[indistinct]

More, Anne, please. Play for us, maestro.

[soft piano music resumes]

[piano fades]

[melancholic instrumental music]

[Anne] He was so distant last night.

I'd prefer open hostility.

His cold politeness and ceremonious grace are worse than anything.

"Beg your pardon, Miss Elliot,

is this your chair?"

[screams]

Love me, you idiot!

Love me or kill me now! I can't bear it!

[clears throat]

Lady Macbeth.

Act three, scene four.

She'll buy it.

Oh, right.

How are you this morning, Mary?

I'm still dizzy from watching Wentworth spin Louisa around all evening.

Or as much as he could manage with you plonk-plonking sad-sack tunes.

"Für Elise" happens to be a great dance song

for those sophisticated enough to explore less traditional movements.

And how would you dance to Beethoven?

Alone in my room with a bottle of red.

Frederick will surely propose to Louisa.

Then they'll be married and then Louisa will be happy forever.

Why must everyone always assume that all women want

is to be chosen by any eligible bachelor?

Because marriage is the greatest blessing that life can offer.

Where are your children?

How should I know?

Nobody tells you when you're young that life keeps going.

It keeps going whether you approve of the progression or not.

[sighs] And, eventually, you find yourself wondering,

"How did I end up here?"

A heartbeat ago, there were no two souls more in rhythm than Wentworth and I.

Now we're strangers.

Worse than strangers.

[sighs] We're exes.

[James] Auntie Anne.

- Where are you? - Come and play.

[kids scream]

[romantic instrumental music]

Ha!

Marie Antoinette, Marie Antoinette, the people don't want you.

They don't want to have a queen anymore.

How dare you speak to me that way! You are my subjects.

Bad queen!

Bad queen? Bad subject!

- Wait, what's the words again? - Vive la révolution.

Vive la revolution!

Haha! This is mine. This is my crown.

[kids scream]

[Anne] How dare you take my crown!

- [kids laugh] - [Anne] You got me!

- Okay. That's enough! Boys! - Bad queen!

- [boys yell] - [Anne] No!

That was quite reckless. The boy could have been hurt.

You're right. I'm sorry. We got carried away.

- Save it for Robespierre. - Frederick!

I'm doing my best.

Your best? About what?

About you and me. I don't want you to be angry.

What would you want me to be?

[Mary] I'm just too kind, Anne, that's my problem.

I give all of my attention to others and then I suffer for it.

[in Italian] How far is the Colosseum?

Mmm, you're right, but how do I prioritize self-care

with everyone around me constantly bidding for my attention?

[in Italian] One cappuccino, please!

What I've realized is I need to fall in love with myself first,

and then I can truly love those around me, and that's all there is to it.

Oh!

[in Italian] How much is that porcupine in the window?

- [Mary] What's behind me? - [in Italian] Cheese roll?

Are you trying to go somewhere without me and gesturing to keep it a secret?

We are going for a-a walk, Mary.

- Very long walk. - Through the woods.

- You hate nature. - You hate moving your legs.

You made us carry you home last time.

So, you assume because I hate something I don't want to do it?

Um...

[sighs] Great.

[insects buzz]

[giggling]

[Mary] Bugs everywhere.

- Anne. - Hmm?

There's something I've been meaning to ask you,

but I'm ashamed.

What is it?

You remember when Captain Wentworth first came

and I encouraged you to pursue him?

Yes.

Well, that was before I knew him, of course.

And I genuinely hoped that you two would be a match.

Not that you seem at all interested.

- Don't I? - [Louisa] You barely look at him.

And now you'd like him for yourself?

He's everything.

You seem surprised.

I suppose I am. I thought you two were...

I don't know how he feels, but I'm falling in love.

I've thought quite a lot about how I would feel were our roles reversed.

I might be hurt, perhaps even jealous,

but I can honestly say that any sorrow for myself would be entirely eclipsed

by the pleasure I would take in seeing you happy.

- You're trying very hard here. - [Louisa laughs]

Is it working?

[Anne chuckles]

I don't understand why you think you need my permission

if you say I barely look at him.

Because it's the way you barely look at him.

I know what I'm watching and it's more than two people who have merely met.

What you're seeing is... the past.

Look, I believe this man could be my future.

[distant whistle]

[melancholic instrumental music]

And a frigate is larger than a sloop, correct?

- Someone's been studying. - [Frederick] Very good.

A sloop is crewed by 130 men or so, while a frigate can carry 140 to 200.

Depending on whether it's fifth or sixth rate, I suppose.

[Frederick chuckles]

"Now May with all her smiling trains of vernal beauty sticks..."

That's more than enough poetry. You know how much I detest metaphor.

[chuckling] Sorry, Mary, I'd forgotten. My mind is like a sieve.

Which is a simile, not a metaphor.

Fine. My mind is a sieve.

Whatever your mind is, stop using words imaginatively.

I can't bear it.

[Henrietta] Look! We could drop in on Harry Hayter.

Perhaps he's worked up the nerve to propose to me.

Not that I had any intention for leading us in this direction.

No, absolutely not. I will not enter the Hayter house.

I'm sure to contract some terrible illness.

Mary, don't be ridiculous.

Is it ridiculous to care for one's health?

Households employing fewer than five servants are unsanitary.

Please don't judge us by our poor relations, captain.

It's unpleasant having such connections.

Just to be clear, you disapprove of him for your sister-in-law

because he is not wealthy enough?

[Mary] I know. It really is awful, isn't it?

Shall we?

[ducks quacking]

[playful instrumental music]

[Louisa] It's that Elliot pride. I find it detestable.

To know Sir Walter, one might believe the title of Baronet second only to King.

Lord knows how sweet Anne came out of that lot.

We all so wish Charles had married her instead. Don't you agree?

- Don't let her fool you. - What do you mean?

Anne Elliot has as much pride as the rest. It just takes a different form.

I don't understand.

Next time you witness Miss Elliot quietly installing herself

on the outskirts of some social situation,

consider whether she might assume this vantage in order to judge everyone.

Harshly.

Anne Elliot is pure kindness.

You don't know her like I do.

You are the one who is pure kindness, Louisa,

and for this reason you always assume the best of others.

The truest evidence of an inferior mind

is to allow oneself to be persuaded away from one's deepest convictions.

[Louisa] What deepest convictions?

I won't have you speak ill of Anne. She is too dear to me.

I don't know what happened between you and I'm not asking.

I do see the best in her, and I implore you to look for it too.

Please forgive me. I've been too harsh.

Thank you for calling me to task.

If I forgive you, will you teach me how to read a sextant?

- [Frederick] On such short acquaintance? - I'm free this evening.

[both laugh]

[Frederick] Shall we wander?

[slow playful music]

[sighs]

[music stops]

There's nothing worse than thinking your life is ruined

and then realizing you've got much, much further to fall.

[music resumes]

Like I said.

- [birds cawing] - [Anne groans softly]

[sighs deeply]

[indistinct chatter]

[Mrs. Croft] How lovely to see you.

- She's injured. - Shall I ask her?

Anne? Anne, may we offer you a ride home?

- Thank you. I'm quite all right. - Anne, you've clearly hurt your foot.

It's hardly ten minutes out of our way. Please, come.

You're so kind. And I'm so enjoying the fresh air.

Must you be so proud?

Please, let this be easy.

[sighs]

[slow melancholic music]

[kids screaming]

James.

Come here.

I need a favor from you. Do you think you can help?

I need you to hug me so tightly that I can't feel my body anymore.

- Do you think you can do that? - Mm-hmm.

[Anne exhales slowly]

James, tea time.

Anne. Anne, we are going to Lyme. Tomorrow.

It's been decided. We'll spend the night by the sea.

To Lyme? Why?

Captain Wentworth wants us to meet some of his Navy friends.

- I'm not quite up for a trip, I'm afraid. - What?

Anne, we're going to Lyme tomorrow. I need 24 hours away from the terrors.

No, wait.

Mary, I'm not...

No. You're always out to ruin my fun and I won't have it.

I need a holiday, and I need you with me

to have someone to talk at when the others stop feeling obligated.

Shockingly self-aware.

[pensive instrumental music]

[seagulls crying]

[waves lapping]

[Henrietta laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

Captain, this is Anne Elliot.

Anne Elliot.

Captain Harville.

Pleasure to meet you.

Please excuse me.

Now, you are a fan of poetry. Or is that just a rumor?

You seem to know more of me than I can hardly be comfortable with.

Forgive me, I'm just hatching a plot.

- You see our friend over there? - Yes.

[Harville] Captain Benwick.

Now, Captain Benwick has also considerable taste in reading.

But he has fallen into a sadness.

I wondered if you might take a moment to talk to him?

I can build a house out of driftwood, but don't ever ask me about the Greeks.

[Anne laughs] What's the source of his sorrow?

Home from Troy and there's another man in his bed? [laughs]

Sorry, Agamemnon joke.

He was engaged to my sister Fanny.

And they were very much in love.

And she died while he was at sea, just before they were set to be married.

I'm so sorry.

They say the universe always has a plan.

[Anne sighs]

- [Harville] So, will you? Speak to him. - I'd be happy to.

Though I'm not sure I'm the messenger the universe has in mind.

Trust me, it's never wrong.

All that is meant for one is meant to find one.

I promise.

[Frederick laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

And while you're at it, convince our friend Wentworth

that he'd be a fool to ignore the Navy much longer.

- I hate to see a talent wasted. - [laughs]

If only I had influence.

Tonight at dinner? You get him drunk. I'll smuggle him aboard.

Perhaps you should ask Louisa.

I'm asking you.

Shall we?

[Harville] Not tempted to have a dip in the water, are you?

Thank you. Promise?

Come on, Mary.

[laughter]

Wentworth, of course, refused to admit that he had got the coordinates wrong.

Captain Wentworth is very stubborn.

Stubborn indeed. He could be an admiral some day,

great service to the Crown and all that it holds dear,

but instead he'd rather fart around inland for the rest of his life.

Oh, let the man fart where he likes.

I would like to have a family one day.

As you well know,

the wife of a sailor pays a tax for her husband's chosen path.

It is but a small fee.

Constant worry. I'd hate to ask that of anyone.

That's ridiculous.

No life is without worry.

Harville is right.

Anne.

Your future wife will be perfectly capable of managing her own feelings.

Don't patronize her by deciding for her what worries she can and cannot endure.

Who knows?

Perhaps she'll even be forging her own adventures at home.

[Harville] Right, who wants more wine?

[Henrietta] Yes. Yes.

- Yeah? Okay, good. - Yes. Yes.

[people chat indistinctly]

[Anne] Lord Byron.

"She was my life's unerring light."

"That quench'd, what beams shall break my night."

Yes. [sighs] He's got me through a self-pitying night or two.

I often think it is the great misfortune of poetry

that it's seldom enjoyed safely

by those capable of enjoying it completely.

Only people who know loss

can really appreciate Byron.

But those people should only taste him sparingly.

Otherwise, they'll be left more deeply in their sorrow.

- Then, what are those people meant to do? - [Anne chuckles]

Honestly, I've been trying to work that out for eight years now.

I can only tell you what I must repeat to myself daily.

You're young. You don't know what the future has in store.

You will rally, and you will be happy again.

- Perhaps you're right. - [Anne] I know I am.

- Thank you, Miss Elliot. - [chuckles]

[seagull crying]

[romantic instrumental music]

I'm only saying, the lower ranks are taxed disproportionately.

[playful music]

- [Louisa] Who is that? - Pardon me. I think I'm in your way.

Perhaps you can correct that.

Perhaps.

Hello.

Can I help you with something?

Considering what I'd like help with, probably not.

[Frederick] Hmm.

[music stops]

Hello.

Hello.

- I'm sorry about this morning. - What happened this morning?

I'm speaking of that rude gentleman we encountered.

I'm not your older brother. You don't need my protection.

In any event, you've never had trouble speaking for yourself.

[chuckles]

No apology necessary.

It was clearly well intended.

Look, we haven't really had a chance to talk.

I've lived with a thousand different imagined versions of you over the years.

Some to rail against.

Some to cherish.

Likewise.

I didn't know if I'd ever see you again.

Or if you knew how much I cared.

I think I always knew.

There's no one quite like you.

And it's clear to me that I want you in my life.

No matter what form that takes. Bury the past and...

I suppose what I'm getting at is, um...

I...

I would like to be friends.

[melancholic instrumental music]

I was... I was thinking the same.

I saw so clearly this morning the prison

my resentment had created.

I genuinely hope you find love wherever you need to find it.

And I thank you,

from the bottom of my heart, for your offer of friendship.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well...

Excellent.

Good... talk.

[Anne] I really do hope you'll be open to pursuing the admiralty.

Everyone speaks to your genius.

I'm sure they understate it.

They don't really know who I am or what would make me happy.

Well, I do.

I know you.

And I know you want a life of consequence.

And I know you'd be brilliant.

- You want to know a secret? - Always.

[both chuckle]

My most grim moments at sea,

when I felt completely lost and confused

and inadequate,

I would ask myself,

"What would Anne do here?"

That's how I'd know how to proceed.

Pretending I was you.

- You lie. - I truth.

You're always best in an emergency.

Anticipating the needs of others.

Direct and focused, calm and thoughtful.

Equipped with more intelligence than does you good.

No, you're an exceptional person.

It angers me the world denies you the chance of a public life.

You'd make a great admiral.

Thanks.

Não vá para muito longe. Tem fortes correntezas.

Desculpe. Lá vou eu, tentar protegê-la novamente.

À vontade.

Agora ele é pior que meu ex.

É meu amigo.

Agora você está no meu caminho.

- Com licença. - Antes que vá…

posso me apresentar ou o seu guarda-costas

está esperando na esquina para me repreender novamente?

Ele é meu amigo, e…

acredito que tenha interpretado mal as suas intenções.

Minhas intenções foram interpretadas muito corretamente.

Era minha intenção que você me notasse.

Senhorita?

Senhorita.

- Simples, eu gostei. - Uhum.

Vou vê-la novamente?

Vamos confiar em sua providência.

O que quero dizer é que não me decidi.

O que foi?

O que é, Anne?

[Anne] O homem que passou por nós ontem.

Com licença. Pode me dizer o nome do cavalheiro que acabou de sair?

Sr. William Walter Elliot, senhorita. A caminho de Bath.

Claro que ele se afastaria quando eu chegasse à janela.

- Um primo? - Não só um primo, Henrietta.

O herdeiro do nosso pai. Devemos escrever para o papai.

Essa notícia não será bem recebida, Mary, você sabe.

- [Mary] Ele ficará furioso. - [Henrietta] O que se passou entre eles?

Meu pai e o Sr. Elliot não se falam.

- Eu amo um mexerico em família. - [Louisa] Conte-nos.

O Sr. Elliot vai herdar o baronato e a propriedade, seja como for.

Papai estava desesperado pra que se casasse com Elizabeth

pra manter o título em linhagem direta.

[Anne] Mas ele a rejeitou.

Depois se casou com uma americana que ninguém conhecia.

Papai atirou uma bandeja de canapés no ar quando lhe contaram.

- Wasn't Mr. Elliot in mourning clothes? - His wife's dead.

You must hate him for all the embarrassment he's caused your family.

Actually, so far it's his most winning quality.

[romantic instrumental music]

He's a lucky man to have met Louisa.

Hmm. Has he said anything to you about how he feels?

No, she has.

[woman] It's quite steep. Careful.

[Louisa laughs]

Thank you.

Do be careful.

- Catch me, Captain. - [Frederick] Oh, goodness.

- [Louisa laughs] - [Frederick] Oh.

[both laugh]

Okay, that was your warm-up. Once more.

No, Louisa, that's enough. No more.

I'm jumping, so either catch me or don't.

- Louisa! - No, no, no, no.

- Louisa! - [Anne] No. Don't move her. Louisa?

Can you hear me? Uh, we need a doctor.

I'll go.

No, someone who knows the town. Benwick, get a doctor.

- Hurry! - [Anne] Louisa.

- Anne, tell me what can I do? - Just be patient.

[Anne] She's still breathing. It's all right, she's breathing.

[doctor] She's had quite a severe concussion.

But I've seen far greater injuries recovered from.

There's reason to be hopeful.

- Leave her to rest now. - [Mrs. Harville] Yes.

- [doctor] She can stay here? - Of course.

No, you've been so kind, we can't continue to impose.

She'll stay as long as she needs.

Whoever doesn't mind a spot on the floor is welcome to stay with her.

Anne should stay. To assist you, Mrs. Harville.

No one so capable, so perfect as Anne.

- You will stay, won't you? - Of course.

I can't bear to leave until she's awake.

[Frederick] I'll deliver news to the Musgroves.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Would you be so kind as to escort Mary and Henrietta?

Escort me?

The children, Mary.

We can't have them stay with my parents an extra night.

Nearly burned the house down last time.

Why should Anne stay? Anne who means nothing to Louisa.

- Oh, Mary. - It was my understanding, Mary,

that you suffered from an allergy to houses of fewer than five servants.

Aren't you worried you'll contract something?

I'm not leaving. Have a good journey, Anne.

[sorrowful instrumental music]

It's not your fault. You told her not to leap.

In words, yes.

- But in other ways... - In other ways?

I led her to believe I was a person who was prepared to catch her.

How exactly did you do that?

I knew she was infatuated

and yet did nothing to discourage her.

Clearly, it led to this.

Had this not occurred,

one can only imagine what our lives might have been.

Now I'm responsible for her.

How do I tell her parents?

Calmly.

Be direct.

Offer whatever services they may require of you.

[sorrowful music continues]

Good luck.

What will you do now?

I need to go to Bath.

Thank you.

For everything.

[sorrowful music continues]

How is it

that life can remain static,

almost obstinately resistant to any change for years at a time, and then...

without warning become flooded with so much newness

within the course of a few weeks?

It's impossible to recall life before the torrents.

[Lady Russell] That poor girl. How are her parents?

[Anne] In shock, but trying to stay hopeful.

[Lady Russell] Well, that's all they can do.

Now, where are they?

Where are they?

- It's fine, we don't need them. - [sighs]

I wanted it to be perfect for you.

Don't be silly, I'm happy just to be here with you.

No, no, no. It's not a picnic without macaroons.

[Anne chuckles]

Henry would have thrown a fit if they'd forgotten to pack the dessert.

Well, lucky for you, I don't really care for macaroons.

- Hmm. - And I'm not Henry.

No.

Nobody is.

Do you ever think about spending time with someone else?

Several men have offered.

Do you know whose company I enjoy?

My own.

There's a reason widowed men die soonest and unmarried women live longest.

We're great company.

But do you ever miss... company?

[chuckles]

Why do you think I take so many European tours?

Lady Russell!

[Lady Russell laughs]

Shh.

[playful instrumental music]

I hope I haven't eaten too much. There's sure to be a feast tonight.

We're to meet the famous Mr. Elliot.

But why is he courting Father's favor now?

Well, Elizabeth, of course, assumes it is she who motivates him

with all of her charms.

Mr. Elliot has nothing to gain from my father.

He is richer than him and will inherit his title no matter what.

- He must be after something. - Why are you so suspicious of him?

Because anyone that attractive must have an angle.

- What are you keeping from me? - I've seen Mr. Elliot.

And he's attractive.

Very attractive.

You met him?

In Lyme, though neither of us knew who we were meeting.

- Do I sense a romance brewing? - That's not going to happen.

- Because? - Because he is a ten.

I never trust a ten.

Oh!

[Lady Russell] This is you.

[bells ringing]

[Anne] This is his idea of downsizing?

[Lady Russell] It's a start.

Don't make me.

Courage, ma chérie.

I'll see you tonight.

[playful instrumental music]

- Anne! I'm so happy to see you. - What do you mean by that?

Mr. Elliot is on his way and I want him to see what I look like next to you.

- It's good to be home. - Just think.

He's been nursing a crush on me for nearly a decade.

Poor man. How he must have suffered.

All the way through a marriage he ran away from you to secure.

Isn't it mad? He must have presumed I was out of his league.

I can't imagine any other reason.

I'm never quite sure whether you're insulting me,

but I value your regard so little that I don't mind either way.

Ah, Anne. Is that what you're wearing?

Mr. Elliot will be here any moment.

I was surprised, Father,

to learn how forgiving you've been after all he made you suffer.

Suffer?

Well, there were many insults.

He denies making them.

Father, he made them to you.

He was very strong in his denial.

[knock on door]

Oh, that's him.

Get the door, Anne. And don't slouch.

Hurry up!

Gosh.

[sighs]

Thank you.

Ah.

It seems like providence plays for my team after all.

I'm your cousin, Anne.

Cousin? Interesting.

It's a decided step up from passerby, but still a bit short of "most beloved".

But I am willing to work for my titles.

Imagine my luck, a flirt and a hard worker.

Don't forget rich.

Lucky we have you to remind us.

What in God's name is happening?

Don't worry, darling, he's just practicing on me.

Shall we?

[piano music]

[piano music in the room]

[clears his throat]

I understand you've been visiting my sister quite often.

She is delighted by the attention.

Well, it's nice to hear that your sister is capable of delight.

But romance has been the last thing from my mind.

Until today.

[laughs]

Well, if you haven't been coming for the purpose of courtship, then...

- [Elliot] Mrs. Clay, of course. - Mrs. Clay?

About a month ago, I received word that my uncle had appeared in Bath

in the company of a woman of low birth.

Many presumed she was after his hand.

Now, that marriage would be a scandal.

You're concerned for my father's reputation?

Oh, no, not at all.

My concern is that he will have a son and that son will rob me of my title

and my estate.

And my plan is to block that by any means necessary.

I told you, I'm willing to work for my titles.

[Anne chuckles]

I have to say, I am impressed by your openness.

Refreshing, yes?

I'm so glad to see you again.

I heard about that terrible accident that befell your party after I left Lyme.

How is she?

She's still confined to her bed, but much recovered.

I received word this morning.

Thank you for asking.

- You must have suffered terribly. - I suffered the least, truly.

You have a gentle soul. You feel deeply for those around you.

I imagine it was quite an ordeal. I regret you had to go through it.

Thank you.

[piano stops]

[guests applaud]

So good, darling.

Mm.

- Go forth. You have my blessing. - I wouldn't do anything without it.

[chuckles]

- Bravo! - Bravo!

[Elliot] Bravo. Very well played, madam.

He means to disarm me with candor.

It isn't working. [chuckles]

Yet.

Probably won't.

Right?

Ow.

[munches]

[Sir Walter hums]

[screams]

- What? - Joy.

Pardon me, I'm experiencing joy.

The dowager Viscountess Dalrymple and her daughter,

the honorable Miss Carteret,

are in Bath.

[squealing]

Do you rehearse this stuff while I'm sleeping?

Our dear cousins!

Cousins? I love cousins!

Cousin is a term most accurately applied to those within one's family tree,

not those within one's family forest.

The Dalrymples don't have the slightest notion that we exist.

With the help of a few visual aids,

I bet we could explain the connections most comprehensively

within three quarters of an hour.

- But why? - [Sir Walter] Why?

These people are nobility. Everyone will want to be seen with them.

What's the advantage of being seen with them?

Anne, don't be deliberately dense.

Quick! Break out your finest frocks.

We are about to touch... greatness.

[silence]

[clock ticking in the room]

[bird cooing outside]

[teaspoon clinking]

[birds chirping]

[slurps]

Sometimes, I have this dream

that a giant octopus is sucking my face and, as I struggle to get free,

I realize that my, my hands are tentacles

and I can't push it off.

And then I realize, of course, that I am

the octopus, and I am

sucking my own

face.

[ticking continues]

Much like in life.

So often those we perceive as our greatest adversaries

are just shadow versions of ourselves.

Well put, Mr. Elliot.

Hmm.

Perhaps the next time you meet an octopus, Miss Elliot,

you should embrace him, rather than try to detach.

Wrap those wily tendrils right around him

and let yourself be taken.

[chuckles]

In your dreams, Mr. Elliot.

And also in mine.

It was on account of eating some cheese

a bit too close to bedtime.

- Oh. - Well, that went splendidly.

I knew it would. [laughs]

Your charms are irresistible, Sir Walter, even to nobility. [laughs]

Your noble relations disappoint you.

[sighs]

That awful woman cannot marry your father. Ugh.

[Anne] Tell me something.

You'd honestly rather prevent Mrs. Clay from taking my father's arm

than talk with me?

My dear octopus, it's not even close.

You know...

you're beginning to grow on me.

Now I'm suspicious.

[playful instrumental music]

[Elliot] Fascinating.

[Lady Russell giggles] Must everyone be interesting?

[Anne] Not at all. They are free to be as boring as they like

so long as I am not asked to sit with them.

And him?

[Anne chuckles]

He provided some relief. More than I anticipated.

[Lady Russell] Hmm.

He spoke quite highly of you to me the other night.

I believe there is some attachment.

Mr. Elliot could attach to a potato if it suited him.

Though Elizabeth may find some satisfaction living at home forever,

that life will lock you in deadness.

All I'm saying is, I hope you will accept Mr. Elliot

if he makes an offer.

Based on your extensive knowledge of him?

I may not have extensive knowledge of him, but I have extensive knowledge of you.

Not only is he rich and well-mannered,

I believe you've taken an interest in him.

I would never have recommended it otherwise.

I'll admit, there is something there.

But, for once, I'm asking you to trust that I have the resources

to make my own decisions.

I must rely on the instructions issued by my own heart.

I tried the alternative once and I'll never forgive myself for it.

You mean you'll never forgive me.

I just thought, under the circumstances...

Circumstances?

[Lady Russell] The engagement, of course. Wentworth and Louisa.

Oh, I thought you knew.

Everyone is talking about Louisa and her captain.

Oh, darling.

What can I do?

[exhales] I'd just like to be alone.

Well, I'm here when you want me.

[sorrowful instrumental music]

[music continues]

[shuddering breaths]

I always imagined myself

confronting this moment

with grace.

I would astonish myself and others with my...

My quiet dignity.

My ability to endure.

Statues would be erected in my name.

"In memory of Anne Elliot,

who suffered cosmic loss

yet really held it together quite impressively."

[sighs]

[music builds]

[music slows down, then stops]

Mm.

Anne.

- You're here. - Yes, it appears I am.

- Are you alone? - Mm.

I'm just waiting for a friend.

I see.

We got caught in the rain. He's gone to fetch a carriage.

He's quite charming.

- Well, I'm pleased to hear that. - He makes me laugh.

It's nice to laugh. [laughs]

Apparently, you've yet to hear about the engagement. I'm...

I'm sorry, the horses were a nightmare in the rain.

- Uh, Mr. Elliot, allow me to introduce... - We remember each other.

We do.

[Elliot] Mm.

[exhales]

Th-this is Captain Wentworth.

Yes, your good friend Captain Wentworth.

I'm glad to have the opportunity to, uh, apologize for my behavior in Lyme.

It was on account of being struck by this

dazzling creature.

Please don't call me a creature.

This dazzling, um...

[Anne] Woman? Woman?

- What's wrong with creature? - We'll talk about it later.

What is taking you two so long?

Um, just one second. One second.

There's a concert tomorrow. Will you join us?

- Oh, I'd hate to intrude. - On what?

You'll come, then. Excellent.

We'll be a foursome. You, she, the bel canto and me.

He's quite original, isn't he?

Unique, even.

It's good to see you happy.

Thanks.

I hope you're happy too.

Anne, I think we should be going.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Elizabeth] Anne! Hurry up!

[melancholic music builds]

[overlapping chatter]

[quiet laughter in the room]

Good evening.

Shall we?

How's Louisa?

Very much recovered.

And yet still healing slowly.

It's going to take time and love to see her through.

Good.

So long as you're in Bath, I hope we can see a bit of one another.

I'm actually not sure how long I'll be here.

I'm in the throes of a difficult decision. Been offered a position aboard a ship.

Oh.

She sets sail for Malta Saturday, so I don't have long to make up my mind.

- Well, that sounds exciting. - Indeed it does.

I love my work and I'm happy for the opportunity to serve, but...

I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to steal my Anne for a moment.

Fluent in Italian too, would you believe it?

- Uh, we need help translating the program. - Just one moment.

Anne, we need you to do Italian for our cousins.

I do hope you'll be able to make it to the wedding.

Anne would be devastated if you weren't there.

I know how much she values your friendship.

[stringed music]

[indistinct chatter]

[sings in Italian]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[singing continues]

Frederick!

I was hoping we could continue our conversation.

Sadly, I'm not sure there will be another opportunity.

I've just made up my mind. I'm off to sea. Much to put in order before Saturday.

I'm sorry, I'm interrupting again.

No, no, no. I'm afraid it is I who is interrupting.

Enjoy the second act.

[Mr. Elliot] We will.

- I didn't mean to upset... - If you would just let me speak.

You interrupted me. Let me say what's on my mind first.

I'm new to these genuine feelings.

I'm trying to learn from you, for you.

You're far too good for me and I'm terrified.

But I want very much to make you my wife.

Nothing else would make me happier.

- Your wife? - Yes. You don't have to answer now.

But please, think on it.

[music and singing continue]

The captain was right, you know.

[music and singing continue]

The gentleman is indeed unique.

[music and singing fade]

[loud knock on door]

Ow.

Charles, hurry up!

Ow.

Ow.

[Mary groans]

The journey gave me dead leg. I need you to massage it.

Mary, what are you doing here?

Uh, coming to fetch you, of course.

You need to come to the inn with Charles and me to listen to me talk.

We're here for a little visit.

Ever since Louisa's accident, life just seems so fragile and fleeting.

It's made me realize how important it is to spend time away from one's children.

And it's dreadfully unfair that you and Elizabeth are up here gallivanting

with Mr. Elliot and our noble cousins

and I haven't even been introduced to them yet,

despite being the most accomplished decoupage artist of the three of us. Hmm?

Oh, Anne, have you heard?

Louisa will marry a sailor

and Henrietta that soiled napkin of a curate, Henry Hayter.

Mary, remember your list.

Oh, right.

My doctor thinks I might benefit from embodying gratitude.

So every time something terrible happens in my life,

I'm to think up something I'm glad for.

For example, the fact that both my sisters are madly in love and about to be married?

No, that does nothing for me.

Well, I'm delighted for them both.

And I will come and visit later.

- Where are you going? - [Anne] Um...

I have plans.

What plans?

Upstairs? You don't even have any friends and all your relations are in this house.

I hate to agree with my wife, Anne, but I've been given explicit instructions

not to return to the inn without you. It'll be a little Lyme reunion.

Captain Harville was quite charmed by you and delighted for the prospect

of renewing your acquaintance.

He's gone to fetch Wentworth just now.

How unfortunate you have other plans.

[indistinct chatter]

Anne.

I've missed you.

[Harville] We need to give Wentworth a proper send-off.

[Charles] Absolutely. A few drinks, a game of cards.

Although I understand Anne has other plans.

I'm no card player.

Worst I've ever seen.

That was then. Time makes many changes.

I'm not yet so much changed.

Wentworth, sorry to interrupt but I will not rest

until that letter is signed and delivered to Admiral Croft.

You've been very slippery these past few months.

Of course.

Are we finished?

I suppose so.

I'll be just a moment.

You look a bit sad, Captain Harville.

Well, actually, I should be happy.

Captain Benwick has found love at last.

That's wonderful. I should think you would be pleased.

You were so determined to see him out of his misery.

But I hadn't anticipated the effect it would have on me.

It's as if his suffering was keeping my sister alive somehow.

Poor Fanny. She would never have forgotten him so soon.

Well, that's certain.

We women do not forget you so soon as you forget us.

Women love beyond all sensible limits.

We cannot help ourselves.

I don't mean to venture any claims about the differences between men and women.

[Anne] Oh, well, I will.

The only privilege I claim for my sex is that of loving longest.

Loving even when hope is gone.

Loving because you don't have a choice.

- [Frederick] I'm finished. - [Harville] Thank you.

[chuckles]

There is no quarreling with you.

I think Fanny would be happy to see her Benwick cared for.

[Harville] Fanny was never the jealous type.

In moments I've wondered if it wasn't my sister's spirit in the wind

that caused Louisa to slip,

knowing somehow eventually where she would land.

Louisa?

I've told you,

the universe has perfect timing.

And when you had the presence of mind to tell Benwick to fetch a surgeon,

you must have had no idea the wheels that you were setting in motion.

Captain, I'm afraid I'm lost.

I'm speaking of Louisa's engagement to Captain Benwick, of course.

A love grown slow and sure

from his constant attention to her during her convalescence.

Of what did you think I was speaking?

I don't know.

[Harville] I'll make sure this letter gets to Admiral Croft.

"Dear Anne..."

[soft instrumental music]

"...I can listen no longer in silence."

"Anne, you pierce my soul."

"Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman,

that his love has an earlier death."

"I am half agony, half hope."

"I know you are to marry Mr. Elliot,

but I will never forgive myself if I do not tell you this."

"You alone have brought me to Bath." [gasps]

"For you alone I think and plan."

"But of course you have not seen this. How could you?"

"Because your love has not lasted as long as mine."

"Anne...

I have loved no one but you."

"And I don't think I ever will."

[music rises]

Anne.

- I can explain... - I wish you both every happiness. [laughs]

[Frederick] "I have thought many times about how to tell you,

but the pain of a love unrequited rendered me silent."

"Tell me not that I am too late."

Frederick!

[Frederick] "My love for you has never faltered."

[music slows down]

[birds sing]

["Quietly Yours" by Birdy plays]

♪ White sails and offshore lights ♪

♪ We were passing ships in the night ♪

♪ Now I'm tracing shadows on your back ♪

♪ Like I dreamt so many times ♪

♪ Oh, for so long, I've been waiting ♪

♪ For so long, for a love like this ♪

♪ And I was so sure, baby, I'd lost you for a minute, but ♪

♪ There's the sweetest ♪

♪ Spring at my door ♪

♪ Can you feel it? ♪

♪ Just the same as before ♪

♪ Many years have gone by ♪

♪ But I knew you'd come ♪

♪ I've always been yours ♪

♪ Only yours, mmm ♪

[instrumental continues]

[Anne] There are many kinds of love.

For some, the right partnership can be a lucrative endeavor.

For others, true connection is reward enough.

♪ Quietly yours... ♪

[whispers] Where are they?

[Anne] It's okay to find love on your terms...

however unorthodox.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

Don't let anyone tell you how to live.

Or who to love.

I learned the hard way.

[song stops]

Tilt the sextant until the image of the sun kisses the horizon.

[Anne] Right, lined up.

That angle is called your sight. We would normally take a note of that.

Using various mathematical equations and accounting for the height of the cliff,

we can estimate our latitude.

That's all?

Well, I won't tell anyone how painfully easy nautical navigation is.

It might tarnish the Navy's reputation.

Well, on behalf of the Crown, we thank you for your discretion.

[chuckles]

I was thinking, perhaps we can enjoy a quick anchoring in Venice

before Constantinople?

Do you know what it takes to turn a ship around?

Yes.

From personal experience.

["Quietly Yours" by Birdy continues]

♪ There was a time when I let you go ♪

♪ Allowed myself to be swayed and pulled ♪

♪ But for all my days, I make a vow ♪

♪ No words could ever shake me now ♪

♪ 'Cause for so long, I've been waiting ♪

♪ For so long, for a love like this ♪

♪ And I was so sure, baby, I'd lost you for a minute, but ♪

♪ There's the sweetest ♪

♪ Spring at my door ♪

♪ Can you feel it? ♪

♪ Just the same as before ♪

♪ Many years have gone by ♪

♪ But I knew you'd come ♪

♪ Quietly keeping ♪

♪ This hope in my heart ♪

♪ Prayed the night bring ♪

♪ Back what I lost ♪

♪ Many years have gone by ♪

♪ I never forgot ♪

♪ I've always been yours ♪

♪ Only yours ♪

♪ Quietly yours ♪

♪ Only yours ♪

♪ I've always been yours ♪

♪ Only yours ♪

♪ Quietly yours ♪

♪ Only yours, mmm ♪

[soft instrumental music plays]

[romantic instrumental music plays]

[romantic instrumental music fades]