02x04 - Episode 4

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Still persisting
with your sugar boycott?

Are you not biting the hand
that feeds you?

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It seems Mr. Colbourne

is a better man than I'd given
him credit for.

He is just grieving
his late wife.

Her name was Lucy.

Colbourne stole her from me.

And then he destroyed her.

The Army are running up
vast amounts of credit.

The shopkeepers are up in arms.

Captain Carter spoke of

his brave actions at Bidassoa.

Did he now?

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Colonel.

May I beg a moment
of your time later?

I have an important matter
to discuss.

Of course, Captain.

What was so important?

I shall require
his permission, Fraser,

if I am to ask
for Miss Heywood's hand.

Look, Charlotte.

Do you suppose my captain
is among them?

Your captain?

He is mine.

His letters leave no room
for doubt.

And I am his.

How can you be certain?

After so brief an acquaintance?

I know he has the soul
of a poet.

And he's handsome and brave;

a man who saved 50 soldiers

from drowning.
Drowning.

Yes, you have mentioned it,
but...

Sometimes it's hard
to gain a sense

of a man's true character.

One may form an impression,
and then

hear something
which counteracts it.

Charlotte?

Yesterday,
Colonel Lennox told me something

deeply troubling about
Mr. Colbourne.

I don't know what to make of it.

You can surely trust the
colonel.

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You returned home late
last night, my dear.

I'd gone to bed.

Did you manage to settle matters
with the colonel?

Well, actually, I,

I found him rather busy
and surrounded by his men.

He invited

me to join them for,
for a drink, so, uh,

well, it hardly seemed

the right moment to bring it up.

Perhaps I should have come.

For moral support.

Yes, I rather wish you had,
Arthur.

We cannot let the poor
shopkeepers

go unpaid for another day.
No, quite right,
my dear.

I, I shall summon the colonel
this morning and, uh,

demand he does
the honorable thing.

That's the spirit!

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I don't understand why
we had to run

all the way here.
I just need
to speak to them.

I need to speak to them first.

Really?

I've had word
from my father's lawyer.

He's discovered what Sidney
was doing in Antigua.

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Not a word of this
to anyone.

And you'll keep an eye out

for anything that could be
of use to me.

Of course, sir.

The man claimed

he was a relative of my
father's.

He argued that because of my
maternity,

I was unfit to receive my
inheritance.

Questioned my moral character,
and that of my mother.

Who is this

odious man?

We've yet to learn his name.

But mercifully, his suit failed
in the Antiguan courts.

If only because of your
brother's efforts.

Dear Sidney.

If there is one relative

who believes I am unworthy,

who's to say there won't be
a dozen more?

Then you must
prove them wrong.

In how you live your life,
in, in how you conduct yourself.

You are suggesting the fault
lies with me?

Were I white and a man, who
would question my legitimacy?

I am afraid there will
always be those

who seek to undermine you,
my dear.

We are merely asking
you not to fuel the fire.

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Has Dr. Fuchs' tincture

had any discernible effect?

It's rather too soon
to tell.

Oh, goodness me.

Oh, there is no sight
more moving

than a new mother
with her child.

So I'm told.

How is he?
Beautiful.

Oh, as well as the Denham chin,

he appears to have
the Denham voice:

not afraid to ask
for what he wants.

I suspect he is hungry.

Indeed... Martha?

I've given instructions
for the groundskeeper's cottage

to be cleared.

It's been unoccupied

for a few years,
so it's a little damp,

but it'll do,
until we find somewhere

more permanent to put you.

It is kind of you to think
of us at all.

And I'd prefer you to be
ensconced there

as soon as possible.

Because tomorrow is my annual
garden party.

And much as it pains me

to have my grounds trampled on,

it is the highlight
of the season.

Don't worry, Aunt,
we shall remain invisible.

I'm glad we understand
each other.

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Ah.

Has anything come for me?

No, still nothing, I'm afraid.

I'm sure you'll hear from
Lord Babington soon enough.

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Mrs. Wheatley?

What are you doing?

If your uncle hears you...

It was he who unlocked it.

He who had it tuned.

Oh!

Well...

That is unexpected.

But welcome.

Now we can have dancing lessons.

Yes!

Hm.

I thought I commissioned
a painting, not a sketch.

I have to discover who you
are first,

before I can commit
to the canvas.

Perhaps we could try you...

Seated.

I prefer to stand.

Of course.

As befits your position

in society.

Gracious!

I hope you're not shocked,
Miss Hankins.

By no means, sir.

Were Adam and Eve not naked

in the Garden of Eden,

baring all before God?

One might say this is the Lord's
true vision of us.

Don't give the artist

any ideas.

I'm not asking you
to bare your skin,

Miss Lambe,
but to bare your soul.

You offer me Miss Lambe.

But I wish to find Georgiana.

You will address me as
Miss Lambe.

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Here are some socks
to keep him warm.

It is not like you
to show me

such generosity, Esther.

They're not for you,
they're for George.

Since you lack the means
to provide for him.

What does he want now?

The nurse only just fed him.

Martha?

Will you take the child
for a walk?

I cannot bear that noise.
Or I could take him.

No.

No, you are so stiff,
I might as well

be drawing Lady Denham.

Then perhaps you should.

I am looking for passion!

Emotion, honesty!

Not some stale,

lifeless rendering.

Tell me something true
about yourself.

What?

Your childhood.

A happy memory.

Talk of your father,
your mother.

They are both dead.

What did you dream
of last night?

That is none of your concern.

There.

That is something.

Your mask slipped.

Come, Miss Hankins.

We're leaving.

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Two, three, four... turn.

One, two,

three, four.

Good.

Four, and...

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

One.

Two...

And a one, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, a one.

Two, three, four, five, six...

Seven, turn...

Mr. Colbourne.

I was trying to teach Miss
Markham the cotillion,

but, uh...

We need a gentleman.

No.

I won't be persuaded to dance,
I'm afraid.

Not under any circumstances.

Augusta, I have decided
that you and I

should attend Lady Denham's
garden party tomorrow.

You have complained long enough

that you wish to be
introduced to society.

Well, here is your chance.

I shall also be attending.

Then my dread of the occasion
has somewhat lessened.

But,

what am I going to wear, Uncle?

There are wardrobes full
of your aunt's dresses

in the East Wing.

Perhaps you might find something
that fits you there.

I shall leave you ladies
to your cotillion.

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Is that my child?

You swore you had nothing
to do with him.

Him?

I have a son?

May I see him?

Please, Esther.

Even just for a moment.

Oh, but he is handsome.

There can be no denying
that he's mine.

My son.

How strange it is
to say those words.

Thank you, Esther.

Truly.

It is done, Fraser.

I have the blessing of our
commanding officer.

You can't do this.
Why not?

I love her, she loves me.

I've heard you say that before.

More than once.
This is not the same...
she's different.

But you are not.

You are the same Carter
who fell in love

with all those other girls
in all those other towns.

Can a young man not grow up

and realize the qualities
he requires in a wife?

How about the qualities a wife
may require in a husband?

Such as honesty.
Fraser...

You have wooed her under
false pretenses.

A little aggrandizement
of my past.

Damn it, man,

you have lied to her!
Lies

which will make no odds
to our future happiness.

And if she were to find out?

And why should she have to?

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He fell asleep in my arms.

Will you take him?

You can place him in his crib.

The only time I've seen you hold
him is in front of Lady Denham.

It's almost as if you're playing
the role of mother

for her benefit alone.

Just because I am not fussing
and cooing over him

as you seem to be.

How can you not?

Look at him, Clara.

He's perfect.

If he were mine,
I would never let him go.

Esther?

Don't you realize
how lucky you are?

Do you know what some women

would give to have a child?

Yet you barely even look at him.

When he was born, you wept.

Now I understand why.

How cruel fate can be.

This is an initial plan
for the barracks.

You can see the quarters are
more than generous.

And the mess area?
Virtually a banquet hall.

Most impressive, Mr. Parker.

Yes.

But, uh...

That is not the only reason

that I invited you here,
Colonel.

I'm certain it's an oversight,

but evidently your company
has been running up

rather a lot of credit

across town.

The mess dinner, for instance,
has yet to be paid for.

A sizeable amount.

Now, we really can't have our
shopkeepers

going out of business,

as I'm sure you will agree.

Come now.

Every gentleman has his debts,
don't they, Tom?

But it's rather bad form
to bring them up.

Perhaps you might pour us
a drink instead.

And tell me.

What of Miss Heywood?

Has she reconsidered her
position with Mr. Colbourne?

No.

I believe she is there even
as we speak.

It's a great shame.

I hoped by now she might
have seen sense.

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It's the thing I remember best
about my aunt.

Her beautiful dresses.

She was always so elegant,

but this, this is my favorite.

I remember her wearing it to
a ball in London

with my mother and father.

And Mr. Colbourne?

He rarely came to London
with her.

He's always been solitary.

How do I look, Miss Heywood?

Like a lady.

I fear it won't fasten.

I'm not as slender
as Aunt Lucy was.

You're not wearing the right
undergarments, that's all.

Miss Heywood.

Do you think
I'm ready?
For what?

Society.

I know I can be ill-mannered
and, and disagreeable.

What if I give a poor account
of myself?

You won't.

I have every faith in you.

Anyway, it is your job to ready
me for society,

so if I am not, then the blame
lies with you.

Although I'm almost certain
my uncle will change his mind.

I won't believe it
until we're there.

Oh!

What are you doing?

This is my mother's dress.

So, in a way, it's like
I'm hugging her, isn't it?

Yes, Leo.

I suppose it is.

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Such grandeur, Lady Denham.

What a magnificent buffet table.

Yes, how typically generous of
you this is.

Don't remind me.

If I dwell too long on what this
is costing, I get palpitations.

Lady Babington.

Afternoon, miladies.

Has your nephew arrived yet,
Lady Denham?

No, he was not invited.

Oh, dear.

I hope I do not detect
some family discord.

Not in the least.

We're as close as Cain and Abel.

Miss Lambe.

How honored we are

to have the richest woman
in Sanditon among us.

'Tis kind of you to invite me,
milady.

I insist you enjoy yourself.

You must avail yourself of all
the entertainments.

And the food, of course.

I had a cake made specially.

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How thoughtful.

She must have forgotten the
sugar boycott.

How unfortunate.

She did not forget.

Try not to rise to it,

my dear.

I think I spy my captain.

Why must Lady Denham

be so spiteful?

She's trying to put me
in my place.

She thinks me a hypocrite.

It's hardly hypocritical
to stand up for what's right.

I am all too aware of the
suffering my fortune represents.

That's exactly why I cannot stay
silent.

Who is that man?

It is Mr. Colbourne.

That is Mr. Colbourne?

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Are these gardens not
magnificent?

Not as magnificent as
the company which adorns them.

But you do not have a drink.

We must remedy that at once.

He is always so attentive.

He reminds me of a puppy
I once had.

What does it take to make a man
so cynical, Captain?

Have you never known
tender feelings

of your own?
Absolutely not.

I am a typical soldier;

spartan, coarse, uncouth.

I suspect there
is a b*ating heart

somewhere beneath that uniform.

You will search in vain.

There is someone.

I knew it... what is her name?

I cannot say.
Then...

Tell me, what is she like?

Oh...

She's a rare creature indeed.

Delicate, yet strong.

Guileless, yet wise.

But in truth,

I am quite undone in her
company.

Does she know of your feelings?
No, no, no.

No good could come of that,
Miss Heywood.

Her heart belongs elsewhere.

Besides, I know she could never
look on me with tenderness.

I believe the right person
is out there for all of us.

Happily, I have found mine.

Miss Heywood.

Mr. Colbourne.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Lady Denham.

My niece, Miss Augusta Markham.

Oh, she's a pretty little thing.

I'd keep her away from
the soldiers if I was you.

I fully intend to.

I hope you're going to enter
the archery competition.

Your late father won the
Silver Arrow

three years running.

I'm nothing like my father.

No, well, that's a relief.

It will save me a fortune
in wine.

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Miss Markham.

You look so elegant.

And, well, you look nothing
like a governess.

That's high praise indeed,
coming from Augusta.

Lady Denham.

Oh, Colonel Lennox.

You are most welcome.

Thank you, milady.

Are you having a pleasant day?

Very pleasant, thank you.

We've been very lucky
with the weather.

I should congratulate you
on a...

Hm.

Please excuse me.

I'm so glad the colonel visited
this morning.

I trust he agreed
to settle the debts.

Well, he hasn't
exactly said so, my dear.

Not in so many words.

Mr. Colbourne.

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Miss Heywood.

I wasn't aware

that you and my governess
were acquainted.

I would presume Miss Heywood
to be a friend.

Would you indeed?
Hm.

Excuse me.

You chose not to heed
my warning, I see.

Is it not possible
he has changed?

I very much doubt it.

But for your sake,
I shall try to be civil.

May I come in?

Absolutely not.

Then,

I shall have to say it out here.

Clara Brereton,
will you marry me?

It was a mistake for us to come.

I had no idea you and that man

were so intimately acquainted.

Whatever the history between...

What do you know of our history?

Only that there is
clearly some animosity.

But if Colonel Lennox

can have the grace
to set that aside

for one afternoon,
surely you can do the same.

For Miss Markham's sake,
if nothing else.

Very well.

We will stay a short while,
but we shall keep our distance.

You have been refusing to
acknowledge the child as yours.

What changed all of a sudden?

I became a father.

I do not want my son
growing up a bastard.

In poverty, hidden away

in some damp cottage.

I want to make him respectable.

If we marry,
he becomes a Denham.

With you disinherited,
he is the next male heir.

It's the kindest thing
we can do for him.

For him?

And I suppose we would
also benefit as a result.

Huh, you've not
considered Esther.

Even if we were to marry,

the bulk of
Lady Denham's inheritance

would still go to her.

Don't you worry about Esther.

I'm taking care of her.

I've held it every year.

Uh, did you know, Charlotte,

that the, uh, the colonel

faced Napoleon
himself at Waterloo?

I hardly faced him alone,
Mr. Parker.

Well, he can hardly be
that intimidating.

I hear he only stands this high.

Yes, he was diminutive,
but a shrewd strategist.

It must have been
a bloody battle.

Battle is always bloody.

And yet there's
the greatest humanity

to be found in it,

for one must count on one's men.

Such as Captain Carter.

I believe
he fought by your side?

Captain Fraser, you mean.

No, Captain William Carter?

You are mistaken, Miss Heywood.

Captain Carter is just a boy.

He's not yet been

anywhere near a b*ttlefield.

Captain!

Would you take a sh*t?

Perhaps later.

My dear Alison,

would you care to take a walk?

There is something
I must ask you.

Of course.

Carter.

The men are waiting for you

to take up the bow.

You may have my turn, Fraser.

Ah.

I'm not half the archer you are.

I would love to see you
loose an arrow.

Our walk can wait a couple of
minutes, can it not?

Very well.

And then we will remove
ourselves from this company.

He wishes to speak to me alone.

I hope I have not mistaken
his intent.

Are you not happy for us,
Captain?

Would that I could be,
Miss Heywood,

and yet my conscience compels me

to urge caution.

I fear you are letting your
experience cloud your judgment.

I understand
your heart has suffered,

but that is no reason to
doubt true love.

Can you call it true,
Miss Heywood?

When he barely understands
who you really are?

You are not this
overly refined girl

you pretend to be.

You are a farmer's daughter.

You are saying a farmer's
daughter

is not worthy of becoming
an officer's wife?

I knew you were brutish,
Captain.

But I didn't know you were
heartless.

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I know her weaknesses
better than anyone.

The truth about Esther is,
deep down,

she believes she's unlovable.

So, if she starts to believe

that Babington
had abandoned her,

she would lose all reason.

And our aunt is not going to
leave her money to

someone whose faculties
are in doubt.

Babington loves her.

Why would he abandon her?

It's tragic, really.

Once he discovered
that she couldn't

provide him with an heir,
he lost all interest.

He hasn't written to her
in weeks.

How do you know she...
I didn't.

Though I had my suspicions.

Thank you for confirming it.

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She doesn't deserve this.

She's been kind to me.

Your friendship
is very touching.

But rest assured,
she bears no love for you.

All these presents and
ministrations are about power.

Soon enough, she'll get bored
or, worse, resentful,

because you have something
she so desperately wants.

Then she'll push you aside,
because it'll be too painful.

She will want you out of
Lady Denham's favor entirely.

Then where will you be, Clara?

This cottage
will feel like a palace.

I cannot be long.

Captain Carter waits for me.

I fear Captain Carter

has been less than honest
with you.

What do you mean?

The colonel said
he was not at Bidassoa.

He said he's never seen
battle of any kind.

Of course he was.

There were so many men there...
The colonel is misremembering.

I do not think so.

I know my William,

and I know that he's not a liar.

You and Captain Fraser are
just jealous of what we have.

I'm not going to let

two bitter loveless cynics
spoil my happiness.

Alison, you cannot...


Three loveless cynics.

Alison.

Miss Heywood.

You seem perturbed.

My sister will
not listen to reason.

If she finds the truth
inconvenient, she just

disregards it.

Well, in my experience,
a young woman's opinion,

once formed,
is very hard to alter.

It's been a decade
since I've found myself

in occasions such as this.

I fear I've lost whatever
social graces I once owned.

Perhaps you can remind me
how to hold a conversation.

I thought you had employed me

to teach the girls,
Mr. Colbourne, not you.

I believe you have a rival.

For the archery competition,
I mean.

Hm.

Bravo, Miss Heywood.

Good sh*t, Miss Lambe.

Wasn't it, Charles?

I dare not disagree,

given that Miss Lambe
is holding a mallet.

Charles tells me
that your sitting was


less than successful.

To put it mildly.

The fact is, Arthur,

you are entirely yourself
at all times.

That is such a rare
and glorious thing.

I know exactly
who I am, Mr. Lockhart.

I hardly need you to tell me.

Tremendous effort, sister!

Were the aim to propel the ball

to the farthest
reaches of the garden,

you would be a clear winner.

Oh, Tom, perhaps you should
introduce me to Mr. Colbourne.

Oh, Mary, no.

The poor man is all on his own.

But Mary, I...

Oh, Mr. Colbourne.

May I introduce
my wife, Mary Parker?

Mrs. Parker.

Delighted to meet you,
Mr. Colbourne.

Tell me, Mr. Parker,
was it your idea

to bring the m*llitary
to Sanditon?

I cannot take credit for it,

but I happily agreed to it.

In fact, I am in the process of

negotiating a permanent barracks

with Colonel Lennox.

Is that not right, Colonel?

Negotiating is
rather overstating the case.

I'm yet to be convinced that

permanent barracks
are a good idea.

Take your hands
off her!
He's trying to help.

Augusta?

Augusta!

Augusta!
Augusta!

Why did you lace it so tightly?

I wanted gentlemen to
think me pretty.

I wanted to look womanly.

I, I know how foolish
that sounds.

Being able to breathe
is rather more important.

There

is a gentleman
who finds you pretty.

You must have noticed.

Colonel Lennox.

Yet...

I cannot tell if you
welcome his attention.

It's time to cut my cake.

Mr. Parker,

I remember how keen you were
to cut my pineapple.

Perhaps you would like to
do the honors.

I regret that I cannot.

Oh.

You would offend your hostess
for the sake of this

absurd sugar boycott?

When will we hear the end of it?

When every last sl*ve
is freed, milady.

I know you believe me
a hypocrite

because I am a beneficiary
of the very trade

I seek to boycott.

But I cannot change the past.

All I can do

is speak for those who cannot.

The fact is,

anyone who buys sugar

perpetuates this evil trade.

So, if you are not troubled by

the thought of men and women
toiling all day

to harvest your sugar,
then by all means,

enjoy your cake.

But I must decline.

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Oh, this is absurd.

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She is the very image
of her aunt.

When she was in my arms,

it was as if Lucy
had come back to me.

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My dear Alison.

There is a question
I am burning to ask you.

Indeed,

the rest of my life
may depend upon your answer.

Then ask it.

Would you do me the honor
of becoming my wife?

Yes, William!

The answer is yes!

Alison!

Alison!

Here!

I can't, I cannot swim!
Take the oar!

Take, take the oar!

Take the oar!

Help!

Alison!

Help! Help!

Help!
Someone, please!

Help!

Alison!

There is the passion
that I've been looking for.

How I should love
to capture your expression

at this very moment.

I assume you have a pencil,
paper?

Always.

Very well, then.

But not here.

I don't want an audience.

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Why was it you?

Why did William not

try to save me?

Colonel Lennox?

It's almost time for me
to present the Silver Arrow.

And you have yet
to take up the bow.

Will you not show your men
how it is done?

With pleasure, milady.

We must find you
a worthy adversary.

Mr. Colbourne.

Would you consider some sport?

Will you take up
the bow against me?

No.
Thank you.

Oh, that's rather ungracious
of you, Mr. Colbourne.

Are you afraid the colonel
might show you up?

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Why will you not just
address the matter?

What is this hold
he has over you?

I've a good mind
to speak to him myself.

No.

Uh, thank you, Mary, no.

Uh, better he and I
resolve things ourselves.

Uh, I need to go
and seek out Arthur.

I think he's by the drinks.

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Ooh!

A fine start, Colonel.

Mr. Colbourne,

you'll be lucky to match it.

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Oh, I spoke too soon.

This will be
a fight to the death.

Aunt.

Edward!

What is the meaning of this?

How dare you turn up uninvited!

Forgive me, Aunt...
I couldn't wait a moment longer

to share my good news
with you both.

Clara's agreed to
do me the great honor

of becoming my wife.

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You cannot swim.

You would have let me drown.

No, no.

When Captain Fraser arrived,

I was just about to dive in...
Stop!

No more lies!

Charlotte was right.

You were never at Bidassoa,
were you?

Was he?

It is not my place to say.

Was any of it true?

My feelings for you are true.

You are nothing but a coward.

And I'm nothing but a fool.

And you.

You knew,

and you said nothing.

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What are you thinking?

We are thinking of our son.

This will make him respectable,
bring him security.

I grew up with Edward.

I would not wish him upon
my worst enemy.

If your concern
is really for the child,

you should be pleased.

He will not be a bastard.

He may take the Denham name.

And the Denham money?

Our aunt will
see through this sham,

just as I do.

You have Edward quite wrong.

He is not the man he was.

He has become considerate.

Honorable.

Martha!

Martha!
Where is she?

He needs feeding, Clara.

Then he will have to wait.

Your child needs his mother.

Don't you see?

I cannot be his mother!

All the things a mother is

I am not.

It occurs to me...

Why should we men
have all the fun?

I nominate Miss Heywood

to take my final sh*t.

Thank you, Colonel,

but this contest is between
you and Mr. Colbourne.

I insist.

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Mrs. Parker,

I cannot find Miss Lambe.

She is nowhere to be found.

Otis Molyneux.

That is who I dreamed of
last night.

Who is he?

The only man I have ever loved.

It was him who introduced me
to the sugar boycott.

But we parted badly.

He let me down.

Perhaps that is why

I'm reluctant to lower my guard.

To let myself be seen.

So why do you
still dream of him?

Because I have no one
else to dream of.

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Miss Lambe!

We have been
looking for you everywhere!

And now you have found me.

What are you so afraid of?

I am scared
to let myself love him.

What it would mean,
for both of us.

Look at him, Clara.

Bring him close.

Offer yourself to him.

He will find you.

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You are a better
woman than you think.

You must make the tension tight,
keep it strong.

This is not the first time
I've used a bow.

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Oh, heavens.

Well played, Miss Heywood.

I am lucky
to have you on my side.

Why should the colonel
gain an unfair advantage?

Miss Heywood,
would you do me the same honor?

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Oh!

Well, Colonel Lennox
is the winner,

but I'm not sure this counts.

Never mind, Mr. Colbourne.

You know what they say:
all's fair in love and w*r.

But then, I've known both
and you've known neither.

We're leaving.

Mr. Colbourne!

You are not to spend
another minute

in that man's company.

That is not your
decision to make.

You are my governess...
I forbid it!

You might pay my wages,

but I am not yours
to order about.

You do not own me.

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One of us deserves to find
happiness.

Colonel Lennox is a good man.

You changed your hair.

This is how I wish
to be seen.

There is more to
Alexander Colbourne

than you can possibly imagine.

I must know who you are.

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