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01x04 - Part 4

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Seeking Persephone". Aired: March 1, 2026.*
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Impoverished Persephone marries reclusive Duke, hoping his wealth rescues her family.

01x04 - Part 4

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- This gentleman is clearly ill.

- I ain't running

a charity, guv.

Here's hoping we can do

business again in the future.

- We will.

- Adam?

Why did you decide

to get married?

- [Adam] At the time it

seemed like a good idea.

I just kissed Persephone.

- I noticed.

- She is lonely in

this empty castle.

- I heard them, Adam!

The wolves, they're

inside Falstone!

- [Adam] They are not inside

the castle walls, Persephone.

- I want to know why you've

stayed around all these years.

- We're friends, Adam.

- All of the ba*ls

you held for mother

weren't enough to keep her here,

so why the blasted blazes am

I trying the same approach?

Now I've promised you

that your brother

will visit you here

and that Falstone

Castle will host a ball,

and no one, not

Harry, not anyone else,

will browbeat me into going

back on that promise to you.

- I want to believe that.

[gentle instrumental music]

[tender music swells]

[tender music softens]

John, please have Atlas saddled.

I wish to ride to the vicarage.

- Your first ride

outside the castle gates.

- I'm ready.

- Very good, Yer Grace.

[tender music continues]

[hooves clopping]

[Atlas huffs]

[tender music continues]

[Atlas neighs]

[tender music continues]

[hooves trotting]

[Adam sighs]

- Fiends, it's getting cold.

[Zeus grunts]

Zeus.

[Zeus neighs]

Steady, Zeus.

[wolf howls]

Whoa.

- Have you found her?

- Her?

- Her Grace.

We were riding to the vicarage,

and Atlas bolted

without warning.

She's not that good a rider yet,

and I'm afraid she

might've been unseated.

And more with that pack

soundin' so close and angry.

- Persephone!

- [John] She's not answering.

- Persephone! Ya, ya!

[perplexed music]

[wolves howling]

[crows cawing]

[wolves continues howling]

Ya. Ya, ya!

[animal howling]

We need to find the pack.

- I was thinking that

meself, Yer Grace.

[jarring music]

[wolves howling]

[Zeus neighing]

- Whoa, whoa. Steady, Zeus.

Steady, steady.

[wolf howling]

- I heard that, too, Yer Grace.

We're gettin' closer.

[wolves howling]

- Ya, ya!

[jarring music continues]

[wolves snarling]

[perplexed music]

[Atlas neighing]

[wolf howling]

[wolves snarling]

[wolf barks]

[wolves continue snarling]

[wolf whimpers]

[wolves continue snarling]

[g*n fires]

[wolf whimpers]

- It's me, Persephone!

- [Persephone] Adam!

- Stay next to me.

Stay next to me.

[wolf snarling]

[wolf barks]

- John, hand her up to me.

Take Atlas back if you can.

But be quick about it. The pack

won't stay spooked for long.

[Adam grunts]

Persephone, arms around me.

Hold fast.

When we reach the road,

we are going to run.

[distant wolves howling]

[suspenseful music]

Everyone is to be armed.

The pack is within

yards of the castle.

Where John Handly

is through that gate.

[grunts] They have to

be closed immediately.

- [Groom] Yes, Your Grace.

- I'm so dizzy.

- Can you walk?

- I think so.

[bell tolling]

[suspenseful music continues]

- She was thrown from her

horse, out in the forest.

There's a possibility

she's broken her ankle.

- Should I have a

surgeon sent for?

- No.

The wolves are prowling

just outside the gate.

It isn't safe for

anyone to go in or out.

- [Harry] But they've

never done that before.

- Persephone?

Where is mother?

- [Harry] Drawing room, I think.

- [Adam] Send her up

to Persephone's room.

[door clicks]

[unsettling music]

[Persephone groans]

[Persephone cries]

- Are we safe now?

- Yes.

- I was afraid no

one would find me.

- Merciful heavens!

- Mother, I need your help.

- There's blood

on her riding habit.

- Mother?

Help her to a seat, Harry.

- Adam?

Can you take my boot off?

It's too tight.

[rousing music]

[Persephone groans]

- Adam, she needs a surgeon.

- [Adam] I know.

Bring me boiling water.

And the strongest brandy

Barton can find, go.

Help me, Harry.

[Persephone groaning]

- You'll have to cut it.

- Mother, could you

find me some scissors?

[dramatic music]

[Persephone sobbing]

Hold her still.

I don't want to

accidentally cut her.

[Persephone groaning]

[Persephone sobs]

Here.

I'm sorry, Persephone.

I'm trying to be gentle.

[dramatic music fades]

[brooding music]

[brooding music fades]

[birds chirping]

[tender music]

[Persephone gasps]

- Adam?

- Yes, dear?

- Please stay with me.

[tender music continues]

- If you will stay with me.

[tender music continues]

Barton said you

wanted to speak with me.

[John clears throat]

- H-How is Her Grace?

- Sleeping.

- I know it ain't seemly

me talking to you in here.

But, why, I think I know,

I have an idea why the

pack attacked Atlas.

And I thought you might

wanna know sooner than later,

even if tellin' you means

overstepping meself a bit.

- You aren't overstepping.

What have you discovered?

- While we were

cleaning Atlas's wounds,

we couldn't help but notice

that he smelled

strongly of bacon.

- Of bacon?

- It might be why the

wolves attacked Atlas

but weren't so intent on

getting at me or my horse,

or at you and Zeus.

Her Grace might have picked

up some of that smell,

and that'd be why

they were huntin' her.

- Talk with your staff.

See what you can find out

if it played any role

in this attack, any.

I do not want the same

mistake to occur again.

- Yes, Yer Grace.

- John?

Thank you.

[poignant music]

- Adam?

May I speak with you, please?

- Perhaps you should sit down.

- I'm so sorry, Adam.

I know you wished me to

help with Persephone.

You must be so disappointed.

- Sit down, mother.

- Sometimes you're

so like your father.

Dear man.

- Are you unwell?

- I'm so mortified.

You see, I've always been

hopeless in a sickroom.

Even as a child, when

anyone in the household

would get so much as a cold,

I would fret our dear

nurse into a fit of nerves.

And my mother always told me

it would be different

when I was a mother.

You must be so ashamed of me,

being so utterly useless when

you were depending on me.

- There was a great deal of

blood, earlier, with Persephone.

I do not blame you for

not being up to the task.

- Well, I'm certain I only

made the situation worse.

I always did.

The second surgeon actually

sent me to the vicarage

for two days.

Banished from my own home.

From my poor boy.

- Banished? The second surgeon?

- I'm certain I made it worse.

I was so nervous, so concerned

through the first one-

- The first surgery?

- And I didn't get better.

Worse, in fact.

The next few surgeons

insisted I be gone

before they even arrived.

- You are referring to

the surgeons who did this.

- And I was grateful to go.

Happy to.

What kind of an unnatural mother

wishes to leave her

child at such a time?

[Dowager Duchess sobs]

[Harry clears throat]

- Persephone is asking for you.

She seems anxious.

[poignant music]

[door clicks]

[door creaks]

- What is it, Persephone?

- I've been thinking

back on my ride.

- Surely that can wait until

you're more fully rested.

- What happened today, I

don't believe was an accident.

- What has led you

to that suspicion?

- John didn't help me mount.

Usually the stable

hand waits for him,

but this time he didn't.

And the stable hand who

helped me smelled like-

- Bacon?

- How did you know?

- Was it a faint aroma?

- No.

At first I thought perhaps

he'd been helping

in the curing house

or had slipped in a lard

spill in the kitchen.

The scent was so strong

I could still smell it-

- While you were riding.

- Exactly.

- The groom who helped you

mount, does he assist you often?

- Occasionally.

- Do you know his name?

- He wears a green

handkerchief around his neck.

None of the others do.

- John Handly

will know who it is.

- You're going to talk to him?

That groom, I mean?

- If he had any hand in this,

I plan to do far

more than just talk.

What's the name of the groom

who wears a green

handkerchief round his neck?

- Uh, Jimmy.

He's a newer one.

Quiet-like. Keeps to himself.

- Any idea where I

might find this Jimmy?

- Last I sought of him, he

was at the back of the stable.

- He helped Her Grace

mount this morning,

and she said he reeked of bacon,

more than could've

been accidental.

- On purpose, then?

- That's what I

mean to find out.

- Ah, there he is.

Jimmy!

- Smith!

Do not let him

get past the gate!

Stop him!

[bell tolling]

[tense music]

[Smith grunts]

This vermin is Mr. Smith

who tried to k*ll my wife.

- You took the only thing

that mattered to me.

Jus' trying to repay

the favor, guv'nuh.

- You'll hang for this-

- Oh, no.

I have a better idea.

Put him in the gibbet.

- What?

No, you can't do that!

You have to consult the law!

- I am the Duke of Kielder.

I am the law.

[Adam grunts]

[gentle music]

[Adam breathes deeply]

Duke's aren't supposed to

need people, Persephone.

[gentle music swells]

[Persephone sobs]

[tender music]

- I like Falstone.

- So do I, Linus.

- Then why don't you look happy?

- Probably because I'm in pain.

I had no idea how long a few

simple cuts could take to heal.

- I understand they

weren't simple at all.

- Considering what

might've befallen me,

I think of my injuries

as comparatively simple.

It is so good to have you here.

- I am happy to see you again.

Though I already miss the sea.

Evander only ever missed home.

- I believe he is home now.

- And he is with mama.

- Midshipman Lancaster.

If I had known that your

intention in visiting here

was to make your sister cry,

I would not have invited you.

- You guessed my devious plot

with alarming

precision, Your Grace.

Every young navy man

wishes to bring

their female relatives

into varying states of hysteria

on every possible occasion.

- And apparently,

you are also intent

on bringing Persephone

down to her deathbed.

- Alas, it is true.

Though I have

momentarily forgotten

how I intend to do this.

- By keeping her out of

doors and in the cold

instead of inside

warm and off her feet.

- Ah, yes, I remember now.

But I suppose since you

have guessed my plot,

I shall have to abandon

my ill-fated scheme.

- It was inevitable.

- Oh, thank you.

I will see you inside, Linus.

[Persephone chuckles]

- You seem pleased.

- I've missed my brother.

- He's not at all

what I expected.

Your description

was of an infant.

Imagine my shock when he

walked out of the carriage

no leading strings or

nursemaids in sight.

- Adam Boyce,

are you teasing me?

- I never tease.

- You also, apparently,

never host ba*ls.

Yet you're doing

exactly that tomorrow.

- Oh, clearly I have begun

a descent into senility.

- You are in the oddest

mood this evening.

- You have no idea.

[graceful orchestral music]

[distant guests chattering]

- Persephone seems to be

wondering where you are.

- Has she asked after me?

- Just a look on her face.

We could always tell growing up

when she was

worrying about one of us.

- She must've worried a lot.

- Persephone held the family

together after mama died.

- How old was she?

- 12.

She very suddenly lost what

was left of her childhood.

- You did as well.

- Her life these

past eight years

has been one unending sacrifice

for the sake of the family.

- Including her marriage?

- Do you know why my papa

named Persephone as he did?

- Obsession with

all things Greek?

- Other than that.

The story of

Persephone is his favorite.

- It seems an

odd favorite to me.

- Not when you

look at it as he does.

Papa counts himself amongst

those scholars of the classics

who believe that Hades didn't

trick Persephone at all,

and that they both

decided together

that she'd eat the

pomegranate seeds,

because it meant that

nothing could prevent

Persephone from

returning to him.

- But why would she return?

- It was the reason

for her return

that endeared the

goddess to my father.

- The seeds?

- [Linus] The seeds

were symbolic.

- Symbolic of what?

[graceful orchestral

music continues]

- I know disappearing at ba*ls

is one of your

particular talents,

but it does not reflect

well on your wife.

You really ought

to go sit beside her.

- What I really ought to do

is hang you out your

bedchamber windows

by a bed sheet wrapped

around your ankles.

- Welcome back, old friend.

You've been

shockingly soft lately.

- Oh, shut up, Harry.

[graceful orchestral

music continues]

What do the pomegranate

seeds symbolize?

- What?

- In the Persephone myth.

Linus said the

seeds are symbols.

- Has he been

waxing philosophical?

That is the one trait

he inherited from papa.

- What do they symbolize?

- According to papa, the

seeds are symbolic of love:

Hades's love for Persephone

and her love for him.

- How could she love someone

who kept her prisoner?

- Papa always believed

she came to know him

beyond his fearsome demeanor

and came to love him.

Hades fell in love with

Persephone as well.

She was his match.

- But if they were so in love,

then why did she leave at all?

If she had eaten all the seed,

she would've stayed forever.

- Hades did not

force her to remain

because her family needed her.

- Hades never let

anyone leave his realm.

- Hades loved Persephone.

- He let her go

because he loved her?

- And she returned

because she loved him.

[tender music]

[tender music fades]

[footsteps approaching]

Thank you for the ball, Adam.

It was wonderful.

- And you were happy?

You weren't disappointed?

What?

What more were you hoping for?

- I've never danced at a ball.

Very often I imagined doing so.

I had no intention

of asking you to do

yet another

unpleasant thing today.

And yet

- I would enjoy

dancing with you.

- You would endure

it, I am certain.

[gentle music]

- I want to dance with you.

- The musicians have all left.

- We don't need them.

[gentle music continues]

- Oh, my leg has

It's still too weak

to hold me for long.

- Then allow me to hold you.

[tender music]

[Adam exhales deeply]

[tender music continues]

[tender music fades]

Linus leaves for

Shropshire in the morning

to visit your family.

- Yes, I know.

- You will be leaving with him.

- That was not the plan.

- It should have been.

It should always have been.

The two of you can depart

immediately following

breakfast in the morning.

- Will you be

journeying with us?

- I belong at Falstone Castle.

- And where do I belong?

- Your family needs you.

- And what about you, Adam?

- Dukes don't need people.

[door clicks]

[door thuds]

[morose music]

[Persephone gasps]

[ducks squawking]

You'd best not keep the

horses standing, mother.

- It will only take a moment.

And it is more important than

me making a timely departure.

Your father and I had

an arranged marriage.

No accounting was made

for the differences

in our dispositions.

I was raised in

town, among society.

London, the ton, it's

what I knew and needed.

Your father was raised here,

in quiet and solitude.

We wanted very

different things in life.

We tried to compromise,

to blend our preferences.

But he begrudged the ba*ls

and gatherings held here,

and came to rather despise

my need for company.

- He wouldn't have-

- I will admit I

likewise began to view

my relationship to Falstone,

and by extension, him

through a lens of bitterness.

- I do not wish to hear this-

- Resentment

grows quickly, Adam.

Your father was a good man,

despite his implacableness.

I held out hope for so long,

in my foolishly romantic heart,

that he would come for

me while I was away.

He never did.

- Did you tell him that that

was what you were hoping for?

- I was so young, only

17 when we married.

In my naivete, I believed

that, if he truly cared,

he would meet me partway.

You are more

willing to compromise

than your father ever was.

And Persephone is more

suited to quiet and solitude

than I will ever be.

She is your match, Adam.

Do not throw away this chance

by making her

guess at your feelings.

[footsteps retreating]

[footsteps approaching]

- She has a point, you know.

- Every other guest has

left the castle, Harry.

Why haven't you?

- I'm here to be

your conscience.

To save you from yourself.

She will come back.

When Linus returns to his ship,

Persephone will

return to Falstone.

And I know you well

enough to predict

that you will act as though

you couldn't care less

whether she is here or not.

Do you really want her

to wonder about that?

- This is none of

your concern, Harry.

[poignant music]

- You miss her,

and she deserves to know that.

- She is happy with her family.

- Then go be part of her family.

Go to Shropshire.

- That isn't how it works.

- How what works?

- Persephone

receives her reprieve,

and Hades stays

in the underworld

waiting to see if

the seeds work.

- Obviously you were sleeping

during that lecture at Harrow.

Hades did not sit back

and wait for Persephone.

When the time came, Hades

slipped past the hellhounds

and ventured into

the realm of the living

to reclaim his bride.

- I do not remember that.

- Hm.

Hades was no

pambsy fribble, Adam.

And I'd bet a pony

his Persephone

knew exactly how her

husband felt about her.

[tender music]

[leaves rustling]

- Are you sure

you're warm enough?

- I'm dressed as

warmly as I am at home,

it is far colder there.

- You speak very fondly

of Falstone Castle.

- I've come to love it, Athena.

More than just the castle.

- I hope I'm not out of line

in saying that you seem

to miss the castle.

- I do.

- Then why do you seem so sad

whenever anyone

mentions you going back?

I do not merely think it

is because you'll miss us.

- Probably because I'm

not entirely certain

what I will find when I return.

- You could always

just stay here.

- My heart is there.

- I hope the castle knows

how fortunate he is.

[footsteps approaching]

[tender music]

- Adam.

Have you come to take me home?

- When you're ready.

But I, I wanted

to see Shropshire,

to see where you grew up.

- You did?

- And, and get to

know your family.

And I, I

Hades always went

after Persephone.

- Yes, he did.

- He waited as

long as he had to.

And then he left his kingdom

and he did not come

back until he found her.

- I think Hades

must've missed his wife.

- I think he knew

to the very minute

how long she'd been gone.

But was Persephone

as anxious to return

as he was to have

her with him again?

- Yes, she was.

[tender music continues]

- Why did Hades go after her?

- He must've loved her.

- Oh, he did.

He did, more than he

could even express.

[tender music continues]

But, but did Persephone love

him in spite of his flaws,

in spite of deserving

so much better

than he could ever offer?

- Oh, Adam.

- Am I too late?

Is there nothing I can-

- You said you

belong at Falstone.

Only at Falstone.

- I belong with you.

[tender music continues]

- I do love you, Adam.

[tender music continues]

- The ton would not believe

that even if they

heard you say it.

[Adam and Persephone laugh]

- We shall have

to convince them.

- I may enjoy London yet.

- Does this mean I can

come to your castle?

- Our castle is in need

of a good exploration.

Perhaps if you have no

other plans for Christmas,

you could undertake one then.

- [Artemis] Athena, Daphne!

- You realize she will bring

the rest of the family,

and Falstone will be

overrun with people.

- [chuckles] Well, and

there is probably a chance

I will be in a foul

mood from time to time.

You may, once again, have

to save me from myself.

You have done that, you know.

- Saved you?

- Oh.

Oh, my Persephone,

do you know that I

would've come for you

no matter how far you'd gone?

- Hades always

came for Persephone.

And she always returned home.

Always.

[tender music continues]

[tender music fades]

[gentle music]

[gentle music swells]

[gentle music fades]