All language subtitles for Belgravia.S01E06.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH_track3_[eng]

What have you to do
in Manchester?

[Oliver] I want to see
some people.

He cheats the customs men
when he imports cotton.

Tell your friend to get his
money out while he still can.

I know this is hard for you.

All this is because your
son hates his own nephew.

He doesn't know the truth.

It's time to acknowledge him.

[James] If he's
acknowledged as a Bellasis,

we must give up our grandson.

When I was packing I found
some letters of Miss Sophia's.

We must make copies. Now.

Where are the originals?

[Ellis] Mr Bellasis
wants the originals.

[Turton] You do not
surprise me.

I made the copies,
I know what's in them.

Charles Pope is my grandson.

[John] In the letters, the
girl calls the marriage a sham.

[Stephen] We must find out
about Bouverie.

He was in fact the honourable
Richard Bouverie.

You mean the wedding in Brussels
before the battle was valid?

Absolutely.

Whomever he married were
definitely husband and wife.

[title music]

[James]
These are the letters you wrote?

They are.

Every word is true?

Every word is gospel.

What price did you offer
Mrs Girton for the factory?

What?

You say you agreed a deal
with her which Charles wrecked.

I would like to know what price
you offered for the factory.

[scoffs]

I can't remember.

I called on Mrs Girton
yesterday.

I know you offered £2,000.

Mr Pope offered
the market price: £8,000

-He overpaid!
-I think not.

But I don't understand
your complaint against him.

-Well, er...
-I read here...

that he "bullied and terrified
her into accepting his offer."

Would you have to be bullied and
terrified into taking an offer

that was an increase
of four hundred per cent?

I wouldn't.

He still cheated
the customs men.

I work with Mr Thomas Cubitt

and he has friends
in Manchester.

It was a single incident where
the cotton was wrongly labelled.

When Mr Pope discovered
the mistake, he paid the duty.

-Yeah, so he says.
-Because it is the truth!

In other words, you gentlemen
are liars and jealous cheats

who profit from
frightening old ladies!

-Now, just a minute--
-As for you, you pathetic runt!

Charles Pope saw
you could no more be a manager
than a Lord High Admiral!

He gave you a job that your
children might not starve
and this is how you repay him!

-Now you listen--
-No, you listen!

If I hear one more word
of this from any source,

I will bring charges
that will strip you
of your last penny piece!

And now good day, gentlemen!

Don't move, but tell me if
you've heard from your mama?

Not yet. But she'll be along
one of these days

with my brother, Reggie, or
someone else, to drag me away.

Then we shall take hold of
the other arm and prevent it.

[door opening]

Lady Templemore
is in the drawing room, m'lady.

Talk of the devil.

Lady Templemore,
may I offer you anything?

Only my daughter.

Here I am, Mama.

I've come to take you home.

No, Mama.

-My dear--
-No.

Mama, I am...
I'm not coming home.

Not yet, at any rate.

So you defy me?

-I would not call it that.
-But what will people think?

That I'm staying with
the aunt of my fiancé.

Soon, however, we will announce
the marriage will not take place

and that I shall marry
a Mr Charles Pope, instead.

This will be fascinating
until there is news that
the Queen is with child

or some great man in the City
fails, and then we shall all
just get on with our lives.

You've done this. You have
corrupted my daughter.

I do hope so,
if this is the result.

Mama, let us not be at odds,

like ruffians fighting
in the street.

I should prefer to be attacked
by ruffians

than by my own child.

Corinne...

Charles Pope is our grandson;

Peregrine's and mine.

You mean...

He is your late son's bastard?

I suppose you knew?

And for this you have cheated
Maria of a position

that would have allowed her
to do real good in the world?

I think I could do good
if I were married to Charles.

Then you must manage it without
your mother's help, my dear,

for I will have no more of you.

I set you adrift
to sail your own barque.

You have stolen my daughter

and ruined my life.

What on earth are you doing
here? Why have you come?

Well, I'm not going
to tell you on the street.

Mm.

I've seen a doctor
and I am pregnant.

Three months or more.

Will you take care of it?
Or is it done so already?

Have you no feelings at all?

-Why would I have feelings?
-Because you are the father.

Oh, for... What proof is there?

You fell into bed with me
easily enough!

What's the matter, John?

-What, do you care?
-Of course.

Tell me what's wrong.

Only that I've lost everything.

-It can't be as bad as all that.
-Can't it? I have nothing.

I am nothing.
I will always be nothing.

-What has happened?
-I will not be the next
Earl of Brockenhurst.

Charles Pope is the heir;
my nemesis.

It seems he is the grandson
of my uncle and aunt.

You said he was
Mr Trenchard's son.

That's what I thought before,
but he's not.

He's my cousin Edmund's son.

I have tried to defeat him.
Now he has the better of me.

If this is true, why isn't
he called Viscount Bellasis?

He is.
He just doesn't know it yet.

Nor do they.
They think he's a bastard.

A friend of mine looked into it.

My cousin and Sophia Trenchard
were married,

just before Waterloo.

I'm impressed
you haven't burned them,
if they don't know yet.

Don't be. They're only copies.
The Trenchards
have the originals.

But without your friend's
evidence...

They'll find out the truth
in the end. They're bound to.

Well...

why shouldn't we marry?

You're only the son
of a younger son, after all.
It's not so much.

Don't you understand? I need
to make a brilliant marriage.

Now more than ever.
Not Maria Grey with her
downcast looks and empty purse.

A brilliant marriage.

I'll divorce Oliver
and go to my father.

He's rich and I'm an only child.

There may be better-bred women
on offer,

but none who could provide
so well.

[laughs]

Do you seriously imagine
that I, John Bellasis,

whose ancestors fought
in the Crusades,

would ever marry
the divorced daughter-in-law

of a dirty tradesman?

What a joke!

I wonder if you would ask
your man if he could find me
a hackney cab?

Hail one yourself.

Please, John. There is
no need for us to part badly.

Very well.

No!

-You're back.
-As you see.

Do you know where
I might find your mother?

She wanted a rest before dinner.

Did you give those men money?
In Manchester;
to write the letters?

No need. They wanted him
destroyed as much as I.

Why? Why would you want to ruin
a man who's done nothing to you?

He has stolen my father and
is in the process of stealing
my fortune. Is that nothing?

To watch you give him money
and praise without stint.
Is that nothing?

-I believe in him.
-But by God,
you don't believe in me, sir.

And you never have!

I've endangered my friendship
with the Cubitts,

men I respect more than anyone
living, to help your career!

May I not be disappointed?

I'm sorry, Father, but I cannot
change places with Sophia.

I can't place myself
in the grave and set her free.

It is out of my hands!

-I don't know what to do next.
-Well, I do, ma'am.

Tell Mr Trenchard you were
given these in the street.
He does not know my writing.

He will not suspect.

I won't ask for your secrecy.
You already have enough
to hang me.

[knock at door]

Hello. How can I help?

Thank you, Myles.
That'll be all.

This was handed to me
on the street as I came
towards our front door.

[James] Handed to you by whom?

I don't know, a boy, he ran off.

This boy, was he
a servant, a page?

I don't know. He was just a boy.

I must go and see Mrs Trenchard.

There's something else
I want you to know.

I'm going to have a child.

Oh, my dear.

-Are you certain?
-Quite.

-But you must go to Mother.
-May I tell her?

-Of course.
-Come...

Mr Trenchard?

A happy chance brings us here.

John Bellasis.
We met at my aunt's soiree.

Yes, I know who you are.
What are you doing
in this stinking hole?

Well, I use it to meet people
and, well, now I've met you.

Can I buy you a drink?
Brandy and soda?

Tell me. Do you know
the name Charles Pope?

-If I hear it one more time--
-Oh, you don't like him, then?

[scoffs] I hate the very ground
he walks on!

Hmm... I should like to teach
him a lesson he'll never forget.

And I'd certainly
like to help you.

Would you? Because you
could help me a lot.

If you've a mind to.

-[James]
But these are copies, of course.
-[Anne] I know.

I have the originals.

-When did you get those?
-Jane Croft, Sophia's maid,

came here when you were
in Manchester.

She brought them with her.
She wanted me to have them
before she left for America.

They're only Sophia's
false marriage papers.

Or am I missing something?

You won't have seen this one.
It's in a different hand.

Whoever wrote it was making
notes on the validity of
the marriage for someone.

But this is not a copy?

Not that page. And the writer
says the wedding was not a sham.

Sophia was Lady Bellasis when
she died. Charles is legitimate.

Then... Edmund
was an honourable man.

We have defamed him wrongly
for so many years.
How cruel we've been.

But I know this writing.

[knock at door]

Are you, er, are you ready
for me, ma'am? I was...

Where did you get those?
How did you find them?

Will you tell us
about them, Ellis?

I don't know nothing, ma'am.

Ellis, if there is anything you
can say to diminish your guilt,

now is the time to say it.

It was Mr Turton, sir.

It was him what found them
in Miss Croft's bag
and he made the copies.

I said I knew the writing.

I'm ever so sorry, ma'am.
If I'd known it might hurt you,

I'd never have gone
near the whole business.

You watched Turton make copies
of Miss Sophia's letters,

yet you never thought
it might hurt me?

I know I've lost my place, sir.
But I'm not a bad woman.

You're not a very good one.

I've been weak. It's true.

If I have no references,
I'll starve.

So, if we give you a reference,

you will tell us who asked
for them to be copied.
Is that right?

-Very well,
we accept your terms.
-Do we?

Mr Turton made the copies
for Mr John Bellasis, sir.

Of course it was John Bellasis.

And of course the first thing
he would look into would be

the clergyman that married them,
Richard Bouverie.

Which is what we should
have done 20 years ago.

How could we,
we didn't know his name.

What was your role in all this?

Mr Turton made me
take the copies round
to Mr Bellasis's rooms.

Very well.
You may stay the night here,

but you'll go tomorrow,
with your reference.

Stay silent until
we're certain it's legal.

I don't want to raise hopes,
only to dash them down.

Why did Mr Bellasis
let the proof out of his care?

Why not burn it?
And who was the mystery boy?

There's something else.
It slipped my mind for a moment,

but you'll be pleased.
Susan is pregnant.

-Is she, really?
-Hmm.

Eleven years with Oliver
and nothing.
What could have changed?

-Has Father told you?
-He has. Congratulations.

Go on! Give her a kiss!

Oliver may be a while.
He'd only just got home
when I came down.

We can wait.

James, have you spoken
to Turton?

I thought I'd leave it
till after dinner.
Or is that cowardly?

He should hear it from you
and not from Ellis,
if it isn't too late.

Oh, I'll, erm, I'll look out
a bottle of Champagne
while I'm down there.

Why did John Bellasis
give you those papers?

-He didn't. I took them.
-May I ask why?

He said they contained
his ruin.

-And you want that?
-Very much.

Why did you want to harm
Mr Bellasis? If you were lovers?

I didn't at first. I wanted to
divorce Oliver and marry John.

-What was his answer?
-He laughed in my face.

I see.

Well, at least we know
you aren't barren.

That must be a relief,
albeit a complicated one.

You want to stay with Oliver
now that your escape route with
John Bellasis has been cut off?

Yes. I'd like to stay.

Will Oliver know
the child is not his?

He'll know.
But leave Oliver to me.

James must never know.
This baby will be his grandchild

and he must never even
suspect anything else.

I agree.

I'll help you,
on one condition.

-You will live at Glanville.
-Live there?

If you agree,
I will keep your secret.

Oliver will never be happy
in the career that James
has mapped out for him.

Very well, let him be
a country gentleman.

Can I come back for the season?

You'll come here for
two months every year.

Although I think
you will enjoy county life
once you enter into it.

Oliver must not suspect
you know the truth.

Only then will he be able
to salvage his dignity.

-[door opening]
-You have my word.

-Your word on what?
-That they will have Glanville.

A child must grow up
in the country.

[door opening]

Hurrah! My dearest boy!
Many congratulations!

Susan and I have been talking
and you are to have
Glanville as your own.

You will give up your London
work and retire, to Somerset.

-What's this?
-Why not?

Oliver is born to be a squire,
not a businessman.

Your mother is right. A child
should grow up in the country.

-A child?
-We needn't keep it quiet
any longer, my dearest one.

I've told them.

Say nothing. We'll talk later.

If you speak now
we may lose everything.

Be silent, I beg you.

Here, drink up. Margaux.

The best he's got.
There's more if we want it.

Of course Mrs Oliver's to blame.

Miss Speer said a boy
just pushed the papers
into her hand.

-What was she supposed to do?
-Never mind that "boy".
She took them,

Stole them from Mr Bellasis.

Mrs Oliver is no better
than she ought to be.

Why do you think she's pregnant

after eleven years
with Mr Oliver
and nothing to show for it?

-How do you know she's pregnant?
-Never question a lady's maid.

Oh, I see. Is there anything
there for us, Miss Ellis?

Anything that might
prove useful?

We'll get nothing
from Mr Bellasis.

What would he care if all
the world knew her for a slut?

But she might pay
to keep it quiet.

I don't think so.

What are you doing there,
Miss Speer? Spying on us?

Excuse me, Mr Turton,
you are not the butler now.
You have been sacked.

So don't think I'll take
any more of your orders,
because I won't.

-You watch your tongue!
-No! Cos I don't feel like it.

And if you ever approach
Mrs Oliver by letter or word,

I will report you
to the Peelers.

Why? What have I done?

Stealing and selling food
with Mrs Babbage?

And with theft on your record,
there's no more work
as servants,

not for the rest of your lives.

-I'm going to bed.
-She'll get rid of you.
You know too much.

She won't want that hanging
around her in years to come.

Maybe you're right, Miss Ellis.

But when I go,
I'll do it with a sack of gold

and a reference
that will get me a job
in Buckingham Palace.

Rest easy, Miss Speer. You will
never hear from me again.

You win, you evil baggage.

-Whose is it?
-Oliver, your wife is pregnant.

Your parents are happy.
The life you want
is yours for the taking.

You mean I'm to accept it?

And am I to accept your lover,
too? Who is he?

-Will he join us for dinner?
-I'll not say his name,
now or ever,

but I won't see him again.
You have my word.

Your word?

-Aren't you at least
going to say you're sorry?
-But I'm not sorry, Oliver.

I've done what I set out to do.
I'm pregnant with our child.

You're surely not telling me
this was deliberate?

Have you ever known me
to be impetuous?

And it was all because
I could not make you pregnant?

You've been trying
for eleven years, Oliver.

You're about to have an heir.

Would you really want to give
your life to Glanville

-if you had no one
to hand it over to?
-I want my own child.

Which I shall give you. If I
hadn't done what I've done,

you'd be childless
to the end of your days.

You'll be a gentleman now,
Oliver, a real one.

You'll have a fortune to spend
and you won't have to soil
your hands with making it.

You can teach our child to ride,
to swim, to fish.

If you want to be a father,
Oliver, this is the only way.

[Anne] So you see,
Lady Brockenhurst,
I believe I owe you an apology.

Edmund was honourable after all.

And Charles knows nothing?

Nothing.

Lord Brockenhurst is coming up
to London tomorrow,

so let us have dinner here.

And we'll tell Charles
the truth together.

-And Lady Maria?
-Is with her mother.

Lord Templemore,
her brother, arrived
from Ireland last night.

She's gone to ask for his help.

I'm tempted to send a note
saying no persuasion
will now be necessary.

But perhaps
they must play it out.

[Maria]
I won't change my mind.

I'd like to walk down the aisle
on your arm,

but the truth of it is
I will marry Charles Pope
and no one else.

Maria has thrown away
her chance.

Mama, I have written to John.
It is over. Let it go.

Instead, you have chosen a man
who is a bastard
and a tradesman.

-You'll like him immensely.
-I have a proposition.

I'll take you with me back
to Ireland for a few months

and we will see if your decision
stands the test of time.

You can't be against me.

Not after all
we've been through.

Marrying beneath yourself
is no guarantee of happiness,
you know.

And you can hardly expect us
to rejoice in this stranger
who has stolen your future.

He hasn't stolen it.

I have given my future
to him quite freely.

Not bad news, I hope, sir.

Oh, no. No, not news at all,
since I knew it was coming.

A free man again, Roger.

I may love where I choose.

No change there, then, sir.

[laughs]

Fetch your coat, Roger.
I've got a job for you.

But when I dismiss you,
come straight back here.

If I'm not in my bed
by eight tomorrow morning,

well, then you may start
to make enquiries
as to my whereabouts.

Where must I look, sir?

You'll like her very much,
Mother.

I'm sure I will,
if you have chosen her.

Things are not quite
settled yet.

Why not, if she's the one?

Her mother does not approve.

Then she's a very stupid woman.

Lady Templemore
has her reasons.

Why is her name Templemore
if the girl is called Grey?

Her late husband's title
was Templemore.

Lord Templemore?

The Earl of Templemore,
to be exact.

Must you go to this meeting
tonight? I wish you wouldn't.

It's an odd business.

I'm not on good terms
with Oliver Trenchard,

which upsets his father.

Now I have a chance to patch
things up and I must take it.

Please don't stay any longer
than you have to.

I won't. And I'll escort you
to our lodgings

and make sure
you're safe in bed before I go.

Do you know
Charles Pope's address?

That's an odd question from you.

Do you?

No. His mother's
come to live with him

so he's moved to gain space.
Somewhere in Holborn I think.
Why?

No reason.

I think there is a reason.

Oliver, can you please
come with me?

I don't understand, what was
Mr Bellasis' intention?

He wanted me to write a note
to Pope, asking to meet him.

Bellasis thought he'd agree,
to please you.

-It would please me?
-He knew you were unhappy that
I'd taken against your protégé.

-Why didn't he write the note?
-He thought Pope
would know my hand,

after he'd spent
so much time at your office.

Anyway, I wrote what he wanted,
had a drink and left.

-This is very serious.
-It was only a--

Only a letter
to lure Charles to a place

where he might be beaten up,
or worse, by thugs!

-I told you, I was drunk.
-Not too drunk to hold a pen,
by God!

-When was this meeting to be?
-I think it was this evening.
Late.

-You think?
-I told you I was drunk.

Where was he to meet you,
or rather, Bellasis?

I can't remember.
A public house in the city.

-Morris!
-The Black Bird, The Black Swan?

Tell Quirk to get the carriage
at once!

[Morris] Right away, sir!

To go where?
You don't know Pope's address

and I can't recall where
the meeting was to be.

We'll go to his office.

If it's already happened
and he's hurt,
I will never forgive you.

If it hasn't happened yet,
we'll warn him,

even if we have to wait
all night.

-Meanwhile, try to remember!
-I know it was in the city.

Bellasis said he would
be able to walk there
from his place of work.

-Get your coat.
-Father. I'm sorry.

Not sorry enough! You have
delivered him into the hands of
a man who must wish him dead!

-You exaggerate.
-I assure you I do not!

[chatter]

-Can I help you, sir?
-A jug of ale.

-Charles Pope?
-I am he.

Come with me.

Who are you, sir?

Mr Trenchard sent me. You are
here to meet him, are you not?

-I am.
-Do as I say and come with me.

There you are, sir.

I thought Reggie
would be on my side.

He will be soon.

But I'll always doubt
his motives.

I suppose Charles
still knows nothing?

Mr Trenchard would not allow
him to be told

until everything
had been checked by lawyers.

I dare say it's sensible.

Charles thinks that Mr Trenchard
has some fine qualities.

He admires him.

I will strive to do the same.

I like his wife.

I agree. I quite like the wife.

I like that your son
had the courage

to swim against the tide
in his choice of a wife.

Then again, was Sophia
Trenchard an adventuress,

prodded by her snobbish father
to reach above her station?

Was Edmund "caught"?

What does it matter? You know
I'd have married Charles anyway?

[Oliver] You should have
told me before now.

When we meet Charles, you will
say nothing of all this.

I'll be silent.
But whether he turns out
well born or a bastard,

he is still my nephew
and you should have told me.

We worried about
Sophia's reputation.

Do you think I could not have
kept silent to protect
my sister's name?

Now I'm the one who's sorry.

[Brodsworth] Mr Pope had
an engagement this evening.

A message came earlier.
But I could not tell you
where it was to be.

This message;
did he say who it was from?

No, but he seemed glad.
He mentioned something about
mending what was broken.

And he gave no clue as to where
this meeting might take place?
We know it was near here.

I think you're right, sir.
He took his mother home
after dinner

and he meant to walk from there.

He said something about
it being near the river.

-My God!
-Wait a minute.

Do you know of a pub nearby
called The Black Bird?

-Or something like it?
-There's the Black Raven, sir,

-on All Hallows Lane.
-That's it! All Hallows Lane.

-Come and instruct our coachman.
-It's easy enough to explain.

Come down!

[Susan yawns]

-I'm going to bed.
-Good night, my dear.

Won't you come too?

No, I'll wait for James
and Oliver to return.

Don't feel uneasy.
I'm sure Father will have
made everything right.

I'm afraid I am uneasy,
so I would not sleep.

I might as well
wait to know the worst.

[dog barking]

Wait! I will go no further, sir,

unless you tell me who you are
and what you want with me.

My dear fellow.

I am so sorry.

I had to get you
out of that pit of iniquity.

I thought you wouldn't care
to linger there yourself.

Roger, thank you. You may go.

-Mr Bellasis?
-Yeah.

What are you doing here?
And where is Oliver Trenchard?

-It's him I came to see.
-Yes, me, too. Oliver sent
a message saying that

I was to find you first
and bring you to him.

But why did he choose
this godforsaken hellhole?

He may have thought
it was convenient for me.

You remember my office
is nearby.

Yes, of course. That must be it.

I don't understand. Trenchard
and I have a private matter.
What is your part in it?

I can only assume
he wants us to reconcile, too.

-You and me.
-I was not aware
we had a quarrel.

Yes, I'm afraid
we do have a quarrel.

-Then I hope we may resolve it.
-Ah...

Alas, we cannot.
Since the only resolution

depends upon your...

On my what?

On your death.

Where is he? What have you done?

Where is who?
What are you talking about?

-What might I have done?
-[Charles yells]

[gasps]

Leave them. Leave them!
Let them go. Let them both go!

What?

Your father's had a good life.
Let him go now.

Then you will have a great
inheritance and so will I.

He's an old man.
You know it's for the best.
It won't take long.

You devil! Get away from me!

[man] Sir! What's happening?

Right, lads.

[man] Quick, get that rope.

[man] Grab hold of
the end of that!

[man] Wrap it round ya!

Alright, boys, heave!

[straining]

[man] Come up, that's it.

Heave!

Alright, we've got you.

One more.

[splutters]

[breathes heavily]

[coughing]

-[James] Oliver...
-Don't thank me!

Whatever you do, don't thank me!

Wake up, ma'am.
You must come down at once.
There's been an accident.

What?

[Anne] Drink this and then you
must all go straight to bed.

We can talk about it
in the morning.

But why would John Bellasis
want to kill me?

We are nothing to each other.
It makes no sense.

We'll discuss it tomorrow.
Morris, help Mr Oliver.

And, er, Myles, take Mr Pope
to the Oak Room.

Borrow one of Mr Trenchard's
night shirts.

Oliver saved us both.

I was going under
for the third time.

Then God bless him
for a loyal son.

[knock at the door]

Speer woke me with the news.

Why didn't you look in?

Are you alright?

They tell me
you're the hero of the hour?

I'm not. I am worthless.

My darling...

What is it?

I can't go through with it,
your plan for our new life.

Why not?

Because I'm not worthy.

I am an unworthy son. I do not
deserve to be a father.

Not worthy? When you saved
your own father's life?

I hesitated. That demon Bellasis
whispered poison in my ear
and I held back.

Oliver, Christ was tempted.

Every one of us
is tempted at some point.

What matters is not
the temptation, but the fact
that you conquered it.

Do you think so?

I know so.

You conquered, and I am even
prouder than I was before.

But it's our secret?

We have a box of secrets,
you and I.

And together,
we will keep it locked.

[Grace]
So this is why John has left us.

He must have known.

Caroline may have written to him
as well, to tell him first.

-It would be only fair.
-[Stephen] Fair!

When did Caroline
ever do anything fair?

Well, this is the end, my dear.

From now on, we're just
a penniless side-show.

She says they'll pay your debts.

-What?
-It will be the last time,

but they will pay them.

If you tell them
the sum in its entirety.

Please be honest with them,
for my sake.

Of course. But don't you see?

If they give me the money
I can keep the lenders
quiet with half

-and do what I like
with the rest.
-Oh, Stephen...

No, that would work.
And I'd be back in the game.
Don't you see that?

Do you think John will get in
touch to tell us where he is?

How should I know? I suppose
it all makes sense at last.

Why Caroline made such a fuss
of Mr Pope.

If he is the legitimate heir,
why has he been hidden away
since birth?

We know nothing.

Nothing!

Except that John is gone

and he won't be back.

I'm going up.

[man]
Mr Bellasis has left, sir,
lock, stock and barrel.

His trunks were loaded
in the small hours

and taken to the station.

-Do you know which station?
-I couldn't say, sir.

But I got the impression
he won't be coming back.

[sobs]

Well...

I hope he spends it sensibly.

And there you have it...
Charles Pope will be
the next Earl of Brockenhurst.

[Peregrine]
My dearest boy! We are blessed!

I thought we were cursed
but we are blessed after all!

We are.

But how long
have you known this?

James felt we should not speak
until everything had been
checked by the lawyers.

-And now it has been.
-So all our lives have changed.

All our lives are quite changed.
How do you feel, Charles?

Foolish, mostly,
that I never even guessed
a blood connection,

never mind the rest.

I always wondered
why a successful builder
and a great lady

should want to help
an obscure young man
make his way in the world.

But I could never fathom
the reason.

Why would you?

You couldn't have guessed you
were the heir, none of us did.

Maybe not, but I should
have guessed something.

So are you
Viscount Bellasis now?

As soon as the Committee
of Privileges has ratified
its verdict, he will be.

How astonishing!
I can scarcely believe it.

Mama? Have you nothing to say?

Only to say I was bewildered
by our summons

but I feel now
I have been rewarded
for my earlier tolerance.

And so I do not need to spend
six months at Castle Grey?

-Reggie?
-[Maria] Yes, Reggie.

Am I no longer to pack and
return to Ireland with you?

All I can say is that I'm very
glad to welcome into the family
a man with a head for business.

A gift the Greys have not
boasted since the Middle Ages.

You're not going to go on
with your business, surely?

Oh, but I will, sir,
I'm afraid to say.

You won't get him
to stop working.

You might as well tell
a fish not to swim,
or a bird not to fly.

Brava! Well said!

I give you my dear mother,
Mrs Pope.

[all] Mrs Pope.

Well, it hasn't been
an entirely smooth journey;

we have reached
a good destination.

None of which settles the
question of my nephew, John.

What are we to do with him? If
he's charged, he might hang!

-He would hang!
-Charles? What do you say?

You were his intended victim.

His life was one of
great expectations.

Is it any wonder
he lost his reason when
they were taken from him?

-That's very generous.
-But what should we do?

Give him a pension,
enough for him to keep alive.

Surely not!

And make him stay away.

That's it! England, Scotland,
Ireland and Wales
should be free of him?

Let him roam the continent
for a resting place.

You gentlemen have
kinder hearts than I do.

[thunder rumbles]

Il pleut, Monsieur.
It is, er, raining.

Then I'll run.

[church bells ring]

[James] They make a wonderful
couple, Lady Templemore.

Or should I call you
Corinne now?

I think it is always nice
to leave some treats
for another time.

Isn't it a relief to be married?

Now India and everything else
beckons and no one can stop us.

Together, we are invincible.

That's alright, then, for we
will be together forever more.

They're so well suited.

I don't know which of them
wants to get more done.

I agree. They are both
in love with life.

Which is just as it should be.