♪♪
LADY SUSAN: This is not the life
I would have expected for you,
that you'd marry a farmer
and return to your village.
Louisa Brereton!
You will not accept
one penny
of that man's money.
Miss Markham.
You have quite the reputation.
This is Mr. Starling.
He and I are to be married.
I am the rightful heir
to your father's fortune.
I suggest you find
yourself a lawyer.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
♪♪
- [SEAGULL CAWING]
- [MELANCHOLIC MUSIC]
♪♪
RALPH:
"My dearest Charlotte,
"I picked these from
the hedgerow beside the river.
"They are to remind you of home.
"I hope it will not be long before
Georgiana's situation is resolved
"and you can return to me.
"I'm counting the hours
until we are married.
Until then, Ralph."
♪♪
[HAPPY MUSIC]
♪♪
[HORSE SNORTS]
♪♪
- [SEAGULLS CAWING]
- [PEOPLE TALKING IN BACKGROUND]
- [SEAGULLS CAWING]
- ♪♪
♪♪
Good day, Mr. Parker.
[EXHALES]
Good, good day,
Lady de Clemente.
My brother has
charged me to ensure
everything is fit for a king.
- [ARTHUR CHUCKLES]
- And...
this is to be where your
musical triumph will take place?
ARTHUR: Do you think
His Majesty will approve?
Because his visit will really put
Sanditon on the map.
Oh, I have no doubt.
[EXHALES]: Splendid.
- Splendid!
- [CHUCKLES]
Now, may I be so bold
as to ask advice on the program?
Oh, I would be honored.
I'm very keen to ensure
the evening's entertainment
suits His Majesty's
rather excellent taste.
To this end,
we have engaged
the celebrated
American soprano
Miss Elizabeth Greenhorn!
Oh, bravo, Mr. Parker.
A tour de force, indeed.
I thought: a lone bagpipe
to start proceedings.
A soft, melancholic air,
traveling across the water.
You don't care for bagpipes?
Oh, I adore them.
Though I fear the King
does not share my enthusiasm.
[GASPS SOFTLY]
A violin, perhaps.
A violin would be
most agreeable.
[SHE GIGGLES]
Bonne chance, Mr. Parker.
[GIGGLES]
MARY: We promised we'd help.
TOM: Indeed we did, my dear,
and help we shall,
but everyone I've approached
on Georgiana's behalf
has turned us down flat.
But surely the chance
to win such a case would enhance
any lawyer's reputation.
Yet every plea for help was met
with an excuse which excludes them.
Only Lord Montague was honest
enough to cite the real reason.
Which is?
The Lord Chancellor appointed
to hear Georgiana's case
holds views which are not
sympathetic to her cause.
Then Georgiana's inheritance
will be lost.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Another lawyer turned her down.
Yes, I'm afraid so.
Then we must keep searching.
♪♪
[HANKINS SINGING, APPROACHING]
[HANKINS CONTINUES]
[RAKING NOISE]
Ah, Sir Edward, I see
you are getting on
splendidly with today's task.
[CHORTLES]
You know, I consider
your progress under my tutelage
to be most encouraging.
[CHUCKLES]
Thank you, Mr. Hankins.
It gives me
some hope
I can be saved after all.
You doubt it?
Oh, not only doubt, but...
Fear.
You have come so far.
There's no need to despair now.
[CHUCKLES]
[HUMMING]
In truth, I've been
thinking about committing
my thoughts to paper.
How so?
A meditation
in the form
of a confessional poem.
They say poetry is
the purest form of literature,
so it may be a chance to reveal
my purest self
and find peace.
[CHUCKLES]
[BREATHES DEEPLY]:
I must be honest.
I am delighted
with the changes
I appear to have
brought about in you.
A testament, perhaps,
to my tutelage.
Indeed it is, Mr. Hankins.
I am grateful for your expertise.
In order to allow
for contemplation and creation,
I would request the
rest of the day to myself.
Sir Edward, you have my blessing.
[CHUCKLES]
Go now, set about it at once!
[CHORTLES HEARTILY]
[HAPPY MUSIC]
♪♪
Tom has a most tenacious spirit.
He will find a lawyer.
He will not give up.
All these lawyers
think my fate is sealed.
They can think again.
I will never give in.
Perhaps...
they know what evidence
Lockhart is intending to produce?
This has convinced them
not to take my case.
Then we must delay the trial
to give Tom more time to inquire
about Lockhart's dealings
in Antigua.
If Lockhart's hiding something
he's planning to reveal,
it will not be the truth.
He certainly hid
his true self from me.
I swear.
We will expose him
for what he is.
If I lose my father's inheritance,
I lose my independence,
my place in society.
And without that status,
how can I hope to find my mother?
LEONORA: Miss Heywood!
You're still here!
Does this mean
you're staying for good?
Miss Heywood.
Miss Lambe.
Come now, Leo.
Let's leave
Miss Heywood in peace.
[SOFT MUSIC]
Forgive her
for interrupting.
She wasn't expecting to see you,
and clearly can't contain
her excitement.
I'm always happy to see
Leonora and Augusta.
There's no need to apologize
on their behalf.
Then I won't.
Good day, ladies.
Enjoy your tea.
♪♪
I shall delay my return
to Willingden.
But what of Ralph?
He'll understand.
How could I possibly leave you
before this awful business
is resolved?
I refuse to believe
there's not a single lawyer in England
brave enough to make your case.
You should draw attention
to your cause
by composing a letter
- detailing the iniquity.
- To send where?
The newspapers:
The Chronicle or The Times.
We must shine a light
on this injustice.
I would certainly win
if you were my lawyer.
[CHUCKLES]
LADY MONTROSE:
If rumor is to be believed,
Miss Lambe will soon be
penniless.
It might be wiser to refrain
from your courtship
until her future becomes clear.
If there's any truth
in these rumors,
then I cannot,
in all conscience,
abandon her.
If there's to be a case,
it's not been heard yet,
so how can these gossips
be so certain she'll lose?
Of course she'll lose.
Have I taught you nothing
of the ways of the world?
LYDIA: You have taught
us everything, Mother.
- Which is why we're the way we are.
- [CHUCKLES]
I can never tell, Lydia,
if you're complimenting me
or insulting me.
I can be grateful to your sister
in one regard.
At least she seems determined
to put the past behind her
and make a good match.
I'm going riding
with Mr. Colbourne today.
Mother is unduly excited.
HARRY: I'm going for a walk.
[FUNNY MUSIC]
See if I can't call upon
Miss Lambe.
♪♪
[BIRDS TWITTERING]
♪♪
Uh, Uncle...
I have left a glove inside.
Go on and I will catch you up.
Very well.
- Don't be long.
- I won't.
Miss Markham.
Sir Edward.
- What a stroke of luck.
- What is?
Meeting you, like this.
"Luck"?
Did I...
not catch a glimpse of you
in the window these past minutes?
Ah, you've found me out.
[CHUCKLES]
I was hoping to beg
an indulgence of you.
An indulgence?
I humbly request your opinion
on something I hold dear.
Something you hold dear.
Hmm, what might that be, sir?
Money? Position?
Poetry.
- [LAUGHS]: Poetry!
- Yes.
I intend to write a poem,
and I would be most grateful
if you would cast your eye upon it.
I know you're
a great lover of poetry.
Good poetry, yes.
Though...
I have a feeling
yours will be
mawkish, sentimental,
and without heart.
Then I must do everything
in my power
to prove you wrong.
♪♪
ARTHUR:
This is your finest vintage?
HARRY: Mr. Parker!
- Clearly a man of discerning taste!
- Thank you, Your Grace.
Excellent, I shall take a case,
if it pleases you.
Mr. Parker,
have I done something
to offend you?
Oh!
I give you so little
thought, Your Grace,
I can't imagine what you
could be referring to.
[CHUCKLING]
I see. [CHUCKLING]
Oh, honesty is welcome.
Um, I was hoping
to call on Miss Lambe today.
Do you know if she'll be receiving?
As you well know,
Miss Lambe
has more important matters
on her mind than visitors.
What could be more important
than love, Mr. Parker?
Nothing.
When love is what it is.
Now, if you'll please
excuse me,
I must prepare for the arrival
of the King and my star,
Miss Elizabeth Greenhorn.
The famous Miss Greenhorn?
Oh, what a coup, Mr. Parker!
His Majesty
will be enchanted.
Let us hope so, Your Grace.
[HAPPY MUSIC]
♪♪
But why the sudden departure, sir?
- Might I ask where you're going?
- London.
- When will you be back?
- I hope tomorrow.
♪♪
It is most unusual
for my uncle
to leave without so much
as a farewell.
MRS. WHEATLEY: Yes.
Most unusual.
[GALLOPING]
EDWARD [QUIETLY]:
"Here I am, an abject sinner,
kneeling before You, my sins..."
Revealed?
[WHISPERS]: Revealed.
Mawkish.
Mawkish
and...
sentimental!
[GROANS]
[FOOTSTEPS]
Miss Hankins.
- Is something the matter?
- Oh, no, no.
I just wondered
if the postman had been.
Not as far as I know.
My brother tells me you have
taken to writing poetry.
[SIGHS]
I'm trying to write a poem
about the beauty of the world
and my deficiency
in the face of it.
In rhyme.
But I cannot always
find the words.
Perhaps you're writing
what you think you should write,
rather than what you feel.
Speak from the heart,
Sir Edward,
not the head.
♪♪
[SHE MOVES AWAY]
♪♪
It needs to be south-facing.
- Ah.
- Goodbye, my dear.
Oh, goodbye.
Uh, where are you off to,
my dear?
Oh, I hope you don't
think me rude, Mr. Pryce,
but I've arranged to see
Mrs. Filkins in the Old Town.
Oh, don't mind me,
Mrs. Parker.
Your husband and I
have plenty to do.
Yes, we're searching for the
best location for our hotel.
Perhaps you would have
an opinion, my dear.
[SEAGULLS CAWING IN DISTANCE]
There.
The views would be spectacular.
What a splendid idea!
Why didn't we think of that?!
My wife is quite remarkable.
[CHUCKLES]
And I'm going now, before
I become insufferably vain.
[ALL CHUCKLING]
A grand hotel,
overlooking the whole
of Sanditon.
- The jewel in our crown.
- You cannot
put a hotel on top of a hill,
Parker.
Think of the views.
Think of the trek.
[SIGHS]
I, I have to be honest with you,
Mr. Pryce.
All of this is moot, anyway,
since for some unknown reason,
Lady Denham
has forbidden me
from doing business with you.
Has she indeed?
If experience is any guide,
she's not a woman
to change her mind.
Challenge accepted,
Mr. Parker.
[FUNNY MUSIC]
♪♪
[CARRIAGE NOISE]
♪♪
Oh...
it's that ghastly Lady Montrose
and her equally ghastly daughter.
- What do they want?
- To get their claws into your father.
AUGUSTA: Mrs. Wheatley said
they had arranged to go riding with him,
but he must've forgotten
to cancel before he left.
Why don't we extend them
our special welcome?
[FUNNY MUSIC]
[CARRIAGE APPROACHES]
♪♪
Can I help you?
We're here to see Mr. Colbourne.
On a private matter.
He and I are going riding.
Well...
it must have slipped his mind,
because he is not here.
- To my horse, to my horse!
- [MONTROSES CRY OUT]
[LYDIA LAUGHS]
Come along, Mother,
there's a w*r to be fought here.
- And when will your uncle return?
- We don't know.
He is often absent.
Is he not, Leo?
[METALLIC SOUND]
Often.
And he never tells us
when he's coming back.
Or if.
Oh, poor Leonora.
- To have such a father.
- Yes.
Poor child.
That must be such a trial.
Come along, Lydia,
don't encourage them.
- Drive on!
- [DRIVER FLICKS REINS]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
♪♪
- [PEOPLE TALKING IN BACKGROUND]
- [HORSES NEIGHING]
SAMUEL: Excellent scotch
and a card game that never ends.
♪♪
Dear God.
Xander!
[LAUGHS]
- What are you doing here, of all places?
- I came to find you.
Well, we must have a drink, then.
Though I, I should warn you,
- I have had a considerable head start...
- There is no time.
Ten long years and you can't
even spare half an hour...
I need you to come
to Sanditon with me.
Now.
♪♪
- [WAVES CRASHING]
- [SEAGULLS CAWING]
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪♪
I believe...
condolences are in order.
- Condolences?
- Your husband.
Oh, my husband d*ed
years ago.
And I've never seen the point
- of dwelling in the past.
- Neither have I.
I only look to the future.
Which is why the Sanditon hotel
is such an exciting prospect.
Exciting for whom?
We hardly need
the kind of visitor
who would stay at a guest house!
You are absolutely right,
milady!
But what if we were to make it
a grand... hotel?
You're all talk
and hollow promises.
You always were.
That seems hardly fair.
Have you forgotten?
Because I certainly haven't!
It was over half a century ago!
We were young then and foolish!
[HE SIGHS]
Can't you see the picture?
A magnificent façade.
Rows of luxurious suites
overlooking the sea.
We could charge
- a king's ransom.
- You were always
driven by greed.
That's why you passed me over
for that dreadful Jane Clifford
with her ,.
Just one moment!
I recall it was you
who passed me over!
- Balderdash!
- Yes, yes, yes,
I remember it still.
The blinding sunlight
streaming through
the stained glass
as I stood there
waiting for you to arrive.
It was pouring with rain!
And I was the one
who was left waiting!
Abject nonsense.
My dear lady,
your memory is deceiving you.
With hindsight,
maybe it was a lucky escape!
Very well. I shall go and build
my grand hotel elsewhere.
No, you certainly won't.
You'll build it right here,
on the seafront.
[FUNNY MUSIC]
[RINGING]
♪♪
And I shall want a large share
of the profits!
You always were a stubborn,
shrewd young woman.
Yes, well, now I'm a stubborn,
shrewd old woman.
Show Mr. Pryce out,
please.
♪♪
[CHUCKLING]
♪♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
- [GALLOPING]
- [SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪♪
Augusta!
♪♪
[HORSE WHINNIES]
Mr. Samuel!
Mrs. Wheatley.
You look exceedingly well.
A few more gray hairs, Mr. Samuel,
but that aside, I am well.
I'm afraid I haven't
prepared a room.
My apologies for the
lack of warning.
If you could prepare
the guest room.
Of course.
- I'll see to it now.
- Thank you.
We'll go to Sanditon
as soon as you've settled.
♪♪
En garde!
♪♪
- Do we know you?
- No.
But I know you.
Corporal Colbourne,
I presume.
Major Colbourne, to you.
[CHUCKLING]:
Oh, Major Colbourne!
AUGUSTA: You still haven't told
us who you are.
I'm your infamous Uncle Samuel.
What's "infamous"?
[QUIETLY]:
It is the same as famous,
only better.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
♪♪
GEORGIANA:
"Mr. Lockhart
"wrongfully claims that he
"the rightful sole heir
to the late Mr. Lambe's fortune.
"Mr. Lockhart's entire
"claim
is a fiction and an outrage.
"An insult to a...
[VOICE CATCHES]
...a dying man's final wish."
MARY: Oh, my dear.
Do you wish to stop?
"Why...
"is this man to be believed
over a woman of integrity?
"Is it because he's a White man?
"If so, how is this justice?"
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Mr. Colbourne.
My apologies
for this intrusion,
but I think, when you know
the purpose of our visit,
you will understand.
SAMUEL: Miss Lambe,
I heartily agree
with the sentiments.
And who might you be?
Samuel Colbourne.
Your new lawyer.
- I have not instructed you.
- Not yet,
but my brother has informed me
of the difficulties that you're having.
As soon as I heard
of your plight,
Miss Lambe,
it struck me there would be
no one better.
Are you aware
that Lord Cornforth
will be hearing
Georgiana's case?
A man quite outspoken
in his views
on abolition,
he will not be sympathetic.
Cornforth has no right
to sit in judgment.
The law should be handed out
without fear or favor.
I hope this sentiment
is a true one,
Mr. Colbourne.
I'm not a plaything
for your amusement.
I can assure you,
if I represent you,
it will be because I believe
you can and should win.
[SOFT MUSIC]
♪♪
Very well.
Show me what you can do.
- Then I will decide.
- As you wish.
Come to Heyrick Park
at :.
We'll talk more.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪♪
- [BIRDS TWITTERING]
- [SLOW TROT]
Miss Markham.
LEO [GROANING]:
Not him again.
[HORSE SNORTS]
Another lucky encounter,
Sir Edward?
I admit, I intended
to call on you.
With what purpose?
Ah, to deliver
your poem, perhaps?
Rather to apologize
for the lack of one.
It was the worst thing
ever written, uh,
just as you predicted.
Then you have no need
for my opinion.
Oh, but I do, on all things.
I think there's much
you could teach me.
Can I...
ask you something,
Sir Edward?
Anything.
Do you think me a fool?
- What?
- You...
expect me
to believe that this sudden change
towards me
is genuine.
Did it not occur
the very moment
that you discovered
I am due to an inheritance?
So, I ask you again.
Do you think me a fool?
No, I do not.
Then please desist from this false
and rather piteous flattery.
Piteous?
Yes.
It means "deserving of pity."
Good day, Sir Edward.
Leonora,
we must hurry home
before your father returns.
Miss Markham.
Miss Colbourne.
[SOFT MUSIC]
[HORSE SNORTS]
♪♪
[CLICKS TEETH]
♪♪
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- [BIRD CAWING]
- ♪♪
Ah, Beatrice,
there you are.
Um...
this, uh,
this letter
has arrived for you.
From London.
How unexpected.
Hmm,
Dr. Fuchs is in London,
isn't he?
Uh, yes, he is.
But I can't imagine why Dr. Fuchs
would be writing to me.
♪♪
I'll read it in good time.
It will not be urgent.
- Perhaps you...
- I must say...
I do think you're having
great success
with Sir Edward, brother.
He seems quite changed.
As if engaged in some
deep internal battle
with his very soul.
Yes, yes.
You're very kind, sister.
I am very pleased
with his progress,
although no doubt
the Almighty is also
having a hand
in his transformation.
[CHUCKLE]
Yeah.
Now I must get on.
Are you going in?
I think I'll just sit here
for a moment and enjoy the air.
Yes.
[SNIFFS, CHUCKLES]
[SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC]
♪♪
FUCHS:
"Dear Miss Hankins,
"Yesterday,
"I was given the opportunity
to listen to
"a young man's b*ating heart
"through a simple wooden tube.
"It was clear as day...
...and I cannot wait to share
this discovery with you."
♪♪
- [ARTHUR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
- [HOOVES NOISE]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪♪
Come, come, come, come.
Here, here, go, here.
Mr. Parker?
[CHUCKLING]: Mr. Arthur Parker,
musical impresario.
[CHUCKLES]
[EXHALES]
[INDISTINCT VOICES]
[SNIFFS, CLEARS THROAT]
[INDISTINCT VOICES]
[BREATHES AUDIBLY]
- [MURMURING]
- [FOOTSTEPS]
I hear the King
has a new favorite.
A younger favorite.
It's the talk
of the London drawing rooms.
Poor Lady de Clemente.
To be cast aside.
Like an old shoe.
[FOOTSTEPS]
Lady de Clemente,
may I?
It is a matter
- of great urgency.
- Of course.
[CHAIR SCRAPES & SQUEAKS]
It is terrible news, is it not?
What is?
[WHISPERING]: The King...
has changed his mind.
He is no longer coming
to the recital.
[SOFT SAD MUSIC]
Ah, yes, that.
I had heard.
My condolences, Mr. Parker.
I imagine he has found
another form of entertainment
to please him more.
You must help me,
Lady de Clemente.
You're the only one who can.
I'm afraid in this regard,
I no longer have the King's ear.
I am sorry.
Truly, I am.
But there is nothing to be done.
[CHAIR SLIDES]
[SAD MUSIC]
[FOOTSTEPS]
♪♪
[BREATH TREMBLING]
♪♪
[BIRDS TWITTERING]
PRYCE:
Right by the sea wall.
Sea air makes people giddy.
We can charge them the Earth
and they will pay.
But are you proposing
we knock down these houses
where the fishermen live?
The Grand Hotel Sanditon
will be part of your legacy.
And when the King comes here--
and he will return
after tonight's triumph--
he will stay
in the finest hotel
in England,
with a magnificent suite
and a view of the sea.
[EXHALES]: Yeah.
- [SEAGULLS CAWING]
- [FOOTSTEPS SCREECH]
- [SEAGULLS CAWING]
- [SAD MUSIC PIANO]
HARRY: Mr. Parker?
Anything amiss?
I cannot help but notice
you're not your usual ebullient self.
There is nothing amiss--
what would give you that impression?
Judging from your demeanor,
I would deduce
that whatever's happened
is something of a catastrophe.
- [LIGHT WIND]
- ♪♪
Given that you informed
Lady de Clemente of the matter,
I would also deduce it has
something to do with the King.
♪♪
Rumors he has taken
a new mistress, perhaps?
♪♪
Oh.
Poor Lady de Clemente.
- [LIGHT WIND]
- ♪♪
It pains me to say,
♪♪
but yes, the King will not
be coming to Sanditon today
or any other day.
[SIGHS]
But you have worked
tirelessly,
and it must be distressing
- to see your efforts go to waste.
- It is worse
than distressing.
When Miss Greenhorn finds out,
she'll refuse to perform.
I will be a laughingstock.
My brother will be humiliated,
not to mention
exceedingly out of pocket!
Come now,
there will be a solution.
[EXHALES, TREMBLING]
I think not.
I think so.
[FUNNY MUSIC]
Why does
Miss Greenhorn have to know
the King isn't coming?
It will be somewhat impossible
to keep it from her
when she is serenading
an empty throne!
Worry not.
She's an American.
With an artistic disposition.
We shall just...
Dazzle her.
With pomp!
♪♪
- [HARRY LAUGHS]
- [ARTHUR SIGHS]
[ANIMALS CHITTERING, LOWING]
[FOOTSTEPS SCREECH]
[ANIMALS CHITTERING, LOWING]
I hope you're prepared for what I'm
about to ask you, Miss Lambe.
It is you who should
be prepared, Mr. Colbourne.
Please, come in.
[FOOTSTEPS]
Miss Heywood.
I would be grateful
if you would wait here
so Miss Lambe and I can
become better acquainted.
I'll wait with you.
[DOOR SLAMS]
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪♪
[CLEARS THROAT]
You must answer my questions
honestly.
The truth is the truth.
I have no fear of it.
♪♪
- [CARRIAGE NOISE]
- [HAPPY MUSIC]
♪♪
[HORSE NEIGHS]
[DOOR OPENS]
Miss Greenhorn.
Ah!
[BREATHLESSLY]:
Arthur Parker,
your humble servant.
Welcome to Sanditon.
No need to bow to me,
Mr. Parker, I'm not royalty.
I know you have performed in...
grander locations.
I do hope this one
will not disappoint.
In truth, I should have gone
straight to Paris from Vienna.
Coming here is
something of an inconvenience.
But...
the chance
to sing for a king,
a woman of my color,
it's unheard of.
For both of us.
Lord Montrose,
Duke of Buckinghamshire,
at your service,
Miss Greenhorn.
[EVENLY]:
Your Grace, please excuse us.
Miss Greenhorn,
I know the King has
an encyclopedic knowledge
of the classical canon.
When the recital is over,
it will be my honor
to present you to him.
I look forward to it.
Miss Greenhorn,
my servant will escort you
to your room.
We have it prepared.
Thank you, Mr. Parker.
[FUNNY MUSIC]
I hope you enjoy
the recital, Lord Duke.
♪♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
- [CARRIAGE NOISE]
- ♪♪
♪♪
Do not fret, Mr. Parker.
All will be well.
[EXHALES]
♪♪
You live alone.
Is this to allow for guests?
What are you implying?
I think you know exactly
what I'm implying.
I thought you were to leave Sanditon
after the party.
No, I stayed for Georgiana.
And your betrothed?
He had to return to Willingden.
To his farm.
Oh, he's a farmer--
like me.
[CHUCKLES]
Nothing like you.
How was your stay in Bath?
It was pleasant enough.
And your return to Willingden?
[SOFT MUSIC]
Pleasant enough.
Only pleasant?
♪♪
More than pleasant.
♪♪
Oh...
[SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC]
♪♪
Why are you still unmarried?
Because I've yet to find someone
who is worthy of me.
But you've had several
romantic interludes
with several men.
There was nothing improper.
You live alone--
how would we know?
- Because I am saying it.
- You have
a reputation!
For what?
Rabble-rousing.
You're vocal in
- your condemnation of sl*very.
- Of course I am.
And yet,
it is because your father
wooed your mother
that you are here.
You are the very product
of sl*very,
Miss Lambe.
Without it,
you would not exist.
Did your father's sl*ve...
My mother's name is Agnes.
Did she set out to seduce him?
- No!
- A woman of such
- low morals...
- Stop!
...whose only desire
was to trap...
- That's enough!
- ...a decent man!
I apologize.
Sincerely.
But this is
necessary.
You must be prepared
for these humiliations.
Lockhart would not
have brought this claim
unless he had compelling
evidence against you.
And they will be merciless.
It will take
every ounce of strength
and character you have
to endure it.
[SOFT SAD MUSIC]
♪♪
Leo and Augusta
talk of you often.
I think they miss your presence.
Do they?
Profoundly.
[DOOR OPENS]
Mr. Colbourne
as been
quite judicious
in demonstrating
the public distress
Mr. Lockhart could cause me.
I don't think
I can subject myself to it.
[DOOR OPENING]
[FOOTSTEPS]
This trial will take place
in two days' time,
even if she's in absentia.
And if she will not defend herself,
she has little hope of winning.
Please wait until tomorrow
before you leave.
I'll try to persuade her
to continue.
Thank you.
[SOFT MUSIC]
♪♪
- [BIRDS CHIRPING]
- ♪♪
♪♪
Don't underestimate
Miss Heywood's resolve, Samuel.
[SOFT SAD MUSIC]
♪♪
[FOOTSTEPS SCREECH]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
♪♪
MARY: But those are
people's homes, Tom.
- Hm.
- He can't build on top of them.
- I hope you told him that.
- Of course I did, yes.
MARY: Good.
Because that would be
unscrupulous.
You are, you are right,
my dear, of course,
but, but, um,
please don't worry.
It will never happen.
Lady Denham won't stand for it.
Now, now, come along now,
Georgiana needs us more.
[LIQUID POURED]
[THUD]
[CLOCK TICKING]
You'll be leaving, then?
If Miss Lambe
refuses your help?
Why?
Sanditon has changed.
For the better.
I might stay a while,
see a little more of it.
If you can bear my company.
I'm sure I could tolerate
a few more days of it.
We should have
a sh**ting party.
Like the old days.
Bring this place back to life.
- You hated those parties.
- I was younger then.
Why not?
But...
it might be a good
opportunity to Augusta
to some suitable young men.
SAMUEL:
Of your choosing.
Should she not be able to meet
and choose a suitable young man
of her own?
of her own?
You're hardly the person
to lecture me on duty.
[LAUGHS]
I will concede you that.
For now.
The young lady must be
very important to you,
to swallow your pride
and ask me for help
- after all these years.
- Miss Heywood
is a former employee,
nothing more.
I was referring to Miss Lambe.
- Uncle.
- Yes, Augusta.
I have something of a headache.
May I ask your permission
to stay at home
rather than
attending the recital?
Of course.
[FUNNY MUSIC]
[SHE MOVES AWAY]
♪♪
[THUD]
[SIGHS]
So, where is
this great plan of yours?
You said: "all would be well",
yet Miss Greenhorn
is even now preparing
to meet His Majesty!
Calm yourself.
We shall simply tell her
he's due to arrive late
and she'll meet him after
the performance.
By then, she'll have had
such clamorous applause,
she'll barely mind.
- she'll barely mind.
- No.
No...
I, I cannot bring myself to lie.
Least of all to an artiste.
[SIGHS]
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
- Come in.
- [DOOR OPENS]
Ah, Mr. Parker.
Is everything ready?
As it will ever be,
Miss Greenhorn.
And if I may say,
there are no words
to describe your beauty.
- We are honored.
- Honored.
I have had a great deal
of assistance.
Thank you for the flowers,
Mr. Parker.
They smell divine.
You have made me most welcome.
There is something
I must tell you, Miss Greenhorn,
before you sing for us.
I'm afraid the King
is indisposed
and will not be attending
the recital after all.
I see.
He sends his abject apologies.
He is distraught,
but urgent royal duties
have taken precedence.
Well...
it's very charming of you
to say that, Mr. Parker,
but I doubt it.
I have one question,
though,
and...
ask you to do me
the courtesy of the truth.
Was he ever coming?
Yes!
But...
It was no ruse to dupe you,
Miss Greenhorn.
Mr. Parker cannot lie.
It's not in his nature.
The King let him down,
and it was my idea
to keep it from you.
I am less of a stranger
to an untruth
than Mr. Parker
could ever be.
That
I believe.
I'll pay you, of course,
even though
you will no longer perform.
If I refuse to sing, you'll lose
a great deal of money.
Then it would be churlish of me
not to perform.
I'm only sorry for your King
that he won't get to hear me.
[CHUCKLES]
Now,
if you'll permit me, gentlemen,
I must prepare.
[FUNNY MUSIC]
♪♪
[DOOR CLOSES
♪♪
- [INDISTINCT VOICES]
- ♪♪
♪♪
I'm delighted for you,
Mr. Parker.
Of course,
I never doubted it.
I understand
the artistic disposition.
Once Miss Greenhorn
sensed her audience,
the call of her art
was too strong.
[INDISTINCT VOICES]
- [LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE]
- [INDISTINCT VOICES]
All is well.
As you predicted,
Your Grace.
I can now say,
hand on heart, but
that I did not always
share that belief.
- [SIGHS]
- [INDISTINCT VOICES]
That was my mistake.
- [BOTH LAUGH]
- [INDISTINCT VOICES]
If you don't want to go,
we can stay here.
[SOFT SAD MUSIC]
I'm not leaving you.
Everyone there
will be talking about me.
What does it matter,
Georgiana?
We, your friends, know you to be
the good and principled woman you are.
So why don't you put on
your finest dress
and show those gossips
you're unbowed?
♪♪
TOM: A moment, Arthur.
- Tom...
- Just a moment, Arthur.
- [INDISTINCT VOICES]
- [HAPPY MUSIC]
- [INDISTINCT MUSIC]
- ♪♪
- [LAUGHTER & INDISTINCT VOICES]
- ♪♪
Mr. Parker?
A word.
- [LAUGHTER & INDISTINCT VOICES]
- ♪♪
Lady Denham, what a picture
of elegance you are.
Don't flatter me,
it makes me suspicious.
Now...
to our business
with Mr. Pryce.
Our business?
Forgive me, I am somewhat confused.
I thought there was no business.
Mr. Pryce
- and I have come to an agreement.
- An agreement?
And I am fully behind
his splendid plans
to build a hotel
beside the sea wall.
We're going to
make a fortune, Mr. Parker.
[CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT VOICES]
[CHUCKLES]
[ORCHESTRA PLAYING]
Yes.
[ORCHESTRA PLAYING]
Am I boring you, Xander?
What gives you that idea?
You seem distracted.
Are you expecting someone?
You seem unduly concerned
with what I'm doing.
It's rather unnerving.
Just making up for lost time.
LADY MONTROSE:
Mr. Colbourne!
Your Grace.
Lady Lydia.
Allow me to introduce
my brother,
- Mr. Colbourne.
- Delighted.
My mother and I
called on you,
but you were away.
Although we received a warm welcome
from a tiny soldier.
My apologies.
I had urgent business to attend to.
LADY MONTROSE:
Apology accepted.
On the firm understanding
we can do it another time.
Of course.
[ORCHESTRA CONTINUES]
I see Miss Heywood is here.
Do excuse me.
- [SEAGULLS CAWING]
- ♪♪
- [SEAGULLS CAWING]
- [WIND]
I must speak to Lord Montrose.
I wish him to know
what my plans are.
[INDISTINCT VOICES]
[SOFT SAD MUSIC]
- [INDISTINCT VOICES]
- ♪♪
Miss Heywood.
♪♪
How is Miss Lambe?
She's here.
Her courage
knows no bounds.
Have you persuaded her
to fight her case?
No.
But I'm still trying.
[CHUCKLES]
Would you please
excuse me?
Certainly.
♪♪
Oh, my dear friend,
I'm so sorry.
It's what men do,
Charlotte.
They grow weary.
Age comes upon them,
and there's always another beauty
to make them feel young.
Well...
he may be the King,
but if he were here,
I would tell him I think him
foolish beyond measure.
[SNIFFS]:
I do believe you would.
Oh, my dear Charlotte,
you do lift my spirit.
You will find someone
that will give you the love
and constancy you deserve.
Be happy.
Like you are?
Yes.
May I offer a few words,
as someone more experienced
in affairs of the heart?
Yes.
If Mr. Starling is indeed
the man
to make you truly happy,
you should go to him.
- Georgiana needs me.
- I'm sure that's true.
But you must also be sure
that she's not just an excuse.
For what?
Not to return to Willingden.
The life
you've resigned yourself to.
[SOFT SAD MUSIC]
♪♪
Sir Edward.
Miss Markham.
You received my note?
Evidently.
I was afraid you were
attending the recital.
To be paraded in front of
yet more suitors by my uncle?
I told him
I had a headache.
You said it was of the utmost
importance you meet with me.
Indeed it is.
And for what reason?
To walk with you.
That is all.
[ROMANTIC MUSIC]
Then...
Let us walk.
♪♪
PRYCE: How long do you think
we may have to endure this?
A few interminable hours,
perhaps days.
If you expire,
I'll have you removed--
discreetly.
[PRYCE LAUGHS]
I'd forgotten how
entertaining you can be.
[CHUCKLES]
♪♪
The greatest mistake
in my life
was not joining you
at that church
on that rainy day.
[SOFT SAD MUSIC]
♪♪
[CLEARING THROAT]
Your Graces,
Your Graces,
lords, ladies, and, uh,
good people of Sanditon.
I, I know...
...many of you have come
to see the King, but...
but...
[CURTAIN NOISE]
[FOOTSTEPS]
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Parker was kind enough
to ask me to sing
at this prestigious recital,
at this prestigious recital,
and I was honored to accept.
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
However
we have just been informed
that your King
- has been detained at court...
- [AUDIENCE EXCLAIMS]
...on urgent royal business.
Now, I know
Mr. Parker is concerned
that I will feel let down,
but I want
to assure him
that I do not.
I accept the King's
humble apology
most graciously.
To sing is who I am.
It is my true calling.
Now I am ready to perform
for you.
And I am proud
to do so.
Tonight, I dedicate
my performance
of Porgi, Amor
de Le Nozze di Figaro
to any ladies here present
suffering a heartache
of their own.
May you find strength
and comfort in my song.
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
[THE MARRIAGE OF FIGARO - MOZART
CAVATINA PORGI AMOR]
[APPLAUSES END]
♪♪
♪ Porgi, amor ♪
♪ Qualche ♪
♪ Ristoro ♪
♪ Al mio duolo ♪
♪ A'miei sospir ♪
♪♪
- [WAVES LAPPING]
- ♪♪
♪ O mi lascia ♪
♪ Almen morir ♪
♪ O mi lascia ♪
♪ Almen morir ♪
[HOLDS NOTE]
♪ Porgi, amor, qualche ristoro ♪
♪ Al mio duolo, a'miei sospir ♪
♪ O, mi rendi ♪
♪ Il mio tesoro ♪
♪ O mi lascia ♪
♪ Almen morir ♪
♪ Almen morir ♪
♪♪
♪ O, mi rendi ♪
♪ Il mio tesoro ♪
♪ O mi lascia ♪
♪ Almen morir ♪
♪♪
[MUSIC ENDS]
- [APPLAUDING]
- AUDIENCE : Bravo, bravo, bravo.
- [APPLAUDING]
- AUDIENCE : Bravo, bravo, bravo.
ARTHUR : Bravo !
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
Bravo.
[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]
God save the King,
Mr. Parker.
Please,
call me Arthur.
- [APPLAUDING]
- AUDIENCE : Bravo, bravo, bravo.
[APPLAUSES END]
Did you enjoy the music?
Very much.
And you?
Very much.
Samuel Colbourne.
At your disservice.
Lady Susan de Clemente.
I assume you've heard
the gossip about me.
You've come to rub salt
into the wound?
I never listen to gossip.
I prefer to fathom out
people for myself.
It's much more rewarding.
Besides,
there are so many
interesting things
going on in Sanditon
that require
careful observation.
♪♪
Mr. Colbourne.
Miss Lambe.
When do we leave?
Tomorrow, first light.
Will you come?
Of course.
♪♪
♪♪
GEORGIANA: Whatever Lockhart
threatens, he will not win.
LYDIA:
My mother is determined
that Mr. Colbourne and I
would be well-matched.
LADY SUSAN: It's not that
I wish to interfere.
But a little gentle
encouragement?
Miss Heywood.
♪♪
♪♪
03x02 - Episode 2
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Follows a young and naive heroine as she navigates the new seaside resort of Sanditon.
Follows a young and naive heroine as she navigates the new seaside resort of Sanditon.