All language subtitles for Sanditon S03E01

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CHARLOTTE:
As I am resolved not to marry,

I will need an income.

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ALISON: A governess?

MARY: For Mr. Colbourne,
of all people?

Have I captured you?

Utterly.

TOM: "The man seeking her
fortune is Charles Lockhart."

MARY: There's something else you
should know--

your mother is still alive.

CHARLOTTE: We let our emotions
get the better of us.

Thank you for making your
feelings so clear.

CHARLOTTE:
May I introduce

Mr. Ralph Starling.

Ralph and I are to be married.

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(horse snorting)

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CHARLOTTE:
Look, Ralph.

Any moment now, you'll catch
a glimpse of the sea.

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(chuckles)

I do hope I shall make
a good impression.

I should hate to
let you down.

You have nothing
to worry about.

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(seagulls cawing)

ARTHUR:
Many happy returns, Georgiana!

MARY:
They were my mother's.

I hope you like them.

Thank you.

I shall wear them to my party
on Saturday.

TOM:
And of course, in line with
your father's wishes,

today you take possession
of your inheritance.

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(chuckles)

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(shop bell ringing,
horse nickers)

Thank you.

I've never seen
so many visitors.

Tom must be delighted.

GEORGIANA:
Charlotte!
Oh!

I'm so happy
you could come.

Happiest of birthdays,
Georgiana!

And I am glad to see
you, too, Mr. Starling.

It was kind of you to include me
on the invitation, Miss Lambe.

How could I not?

You're about to marry
my dearest friend.

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LADY DENHAM:
I must say, Dr. Fuchs,

this might be your
finest innovation yet!

Danke schön,
meine Dame!

Though I must emphasize

this treatment is still at
an experimental stage.

Oh, nevertheless!

The theory is,

the more physical punishment
he learns to endure...

(sighs)
...the better his mind
will resist temptation.

And pump!

(water churning)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(chuckling)

(water continues)

No more!

No more.

(seagulls cawing)

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LYDIA:
Look, Harry!

Is it not charming?

Perfectly quaint.

That is irrelevant!

We're not here to
admire the view.

I can only pray that we left
our reputation in Bath.

Oh, I packed mine in my trunk.

Was I not supposed to?

(sighs)

(Tom stammers)

(horse whinnies)

Lady Montrose, Your Grace,
Lady Lydia.

Mr. Tom Parker
at your service.

It is my honor to welcome you

to the country's
most fashionable resort.

LADY MONTROSE:
How kind, Mr. Parker.

We're looking forward to seeing
what Sanditon has to offer.

Drive on!

DRIVER:
Move on!

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HANKINS:
I had heard of You
by the hearing of the ear,

but now my eye sees You.

And therefore, I despise myself,

and repent in dust and ashes.

Very good, Sir Edward.

Temptation is
everywhere you look.

You must resist
with all your might

if you are to earn
forgiveness.

Not only from your dear aunt,

but from God,
the heavenly Father.

Are you willing to accept
His Fatherly embrace?

I am.

(bird squawking)

Dr. Fuchs.

Guten Abend.

Fräulein?

I had no idea
you sprechen meine Sprache!

Ein bisschen, Herr Doktor.

(chuckles)

If I didn't know otherwise,

I would think you were
a maiden of the Rhine.

Ah, gentlemen,
I'm here to discuss

Sir Edward's progress.

HANKINS:
Well, I think it is
safe to say

he is making vast strides
under my spiritual tutelage.

With respect, my treatment
is surely the more proven cause

of his rehabilitation.

With respect, a man's soul
cannot be redeemed by science.

When it comes to
sickness of the mind,

I would sooner put my faith
in medicine than prayer.

Then I suggest you
read your Bible, sir,

and make study of
the miracles!

Come, sister.

We have heard quite enough
ungodly fiddle-faddle!

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(bell tolling in distance)

(laughing, applauding)

(gasps)

(cheering, laughing)

(clapping)

(Ralph gasps, others groan)

Ralph!
I'm fine, I'm fine.

TOM:
The first rule of snapdragon,
Mr. Starling:

hesitation is fatal.

Charlotte's always
been a demon at it.

Clearly, I will have
to practice.

So, as you've seen, my dear,

Sanditon is now the
place to be seen!

I can only think Brighton
and London are quite empty.

And if we weren't already
on the map,

Georgiana's party would
certainly announce our arrival.

ARTHUR:
I am determined

it shall be
the grandest event

this town has ever seen.

GEORGIANA:
I want to mark
my coming of age

with style.

To announce myself to society.

MARY:
I only hope

you don't spend
your entire inheritance

in one evening.
(Arthur chuckles)

We plan to build
an indoor pleasure garden

for our guests, Miss Heywood!

Heavens!
(Georgiana giggling)

TOM:
And what guests they are!

Not only Her Grace,
the Lady Montrose,

and her son,
the Duke of Buckinghamshire,

but we await the arrival of your
friend Lady Susan de Clemente.

Oh, I shall be so pleased
to see her again.

RALPH:
Lady de Clemente?

TOM:
Yes, they met at a
masked ball in London.

Did you not, my dear?
When were you in London,
Charlotte?

GEORGIANA:
She and the late Mr. Parker

journeyed there
for my benefit.

It's a long story.

MARY:
We needn't dwell on it.

TOM:
Yes, so, uh, in short, uh,

everyone of consequence
will be at the party!

GEORGIANA:
Not everyone.

Your former employer,
Mr. Colbourne,

will also not be attending.

I believe he remains in Bath.

From what Charlotte has
told me, that is no great loss.

TOM:
Quite right, Mr. Starling,
quite right.

But rest assured,
there will be no shortage

of eligible gentlemen
in attendance.

Now that you are to be married,
Charlotte,

we must hope that Georgiana
follows your example.

I fear our wedding
will seem very modest

in comparison with this party.

I'm sure it will be lovely.

Yes, and what a perfect
time of year to be married.

What is it
Mr. Wordsworth said?

"Season's mists
and mellow fruitfulness"?

(chuckling):
Oh, I think that was Shelley.

Was it? Hmm.

Mr. Starling,
can you settle the matter?

I... couldn't tell you.

I fear poetry
is rather lost on me.

Keats.

It was John Keats.

(Arthur laughing)

Keats.

You do realize
you're marrying

a woman of great learning,
Mr. Starling.

How could I forget?

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(gulls calling)

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(door closes quietly)

A pleasant evening?

Passably.
(chuckles)

The, uh, the local people
made me feel most welcome.

LADY MONTROSE:
This will not do, Harry!

We came here to escape scandal,
not create more of it!

Fear not, Mother.

I am the very soul
of discretion.

Your only purpose here
is to restore our wealth

by finding a wife of means
and producing a son and heir.

I knew there was something
I had to do.

LADY MONTROSE:
I will not be mocked!

Mother will not be mocked,
Harry.

It is time you applied yourself
to the task at hand.

Both of you.

Now, we have secured
an invitation

to Miss Lambe's

coming of age party.

She is an heiress with £100,000,

so you will find her, Harry,
and you will charm her.

I bet you a guinea
she's the size of a whale

with a prominent goiter.

LADY MONTROSE:
We do not have a guinea!
(stifles laugh)

That is precisely why
we are in this predicament!

And as for you, Lydia,

it will be no small task,

given you are almost 30...

I am seven and 20.

...but we will find you
a husband.

A suitable one, this time.

Yes, Mother.
(sighs)

There are no worse bedfellows
in this sorry world than

good breeding and
destitution.

(gulls calling)

CHARLOTTE:
And what of your mother?

Are you really no closer
to finding her?

I've engaged agents on both
continents, but all in vain.

Their replies yield nothing.

(exhales):
You mustn't lose faith.

I'm still struggling
to understand why my father

led me to believe she was dead.

Perhaps he was trying
to protect you.

From what?

(sighs)

(laughs)

I see your admirers
are as keen as ever.

Now that I have inherited,
they are relentless.

My experience with Lockhart
has strengthened my resolve

to avoid marriage at all costs.

I cannot blame you.

There was a time,
not so long ago,

that you swore off marriage.

Yet here you are.

Marrying the same man
you once came here to avoid.

Not everyone has your fortune.

I've known Ralph all my life,
and

for my father, this was a

foregone conclusion.

But do you love him?

Ralph is a kind and caring man.

I'm very fond of him.

And besides...
(sighs)

I have loved in the past,
and look where that's got me.

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(carriage approaching)

(driver speaking indistinctly)

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Welcome back, ladies.

Sir.
DRIVER:
Move on.

Thank you, Mrs. Wheatley.

We're glad to be home.

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(gulls calling,
people talking in background)

I do believe I spy her,
my dear.

It is her.

That silhouette is
unmistakable.

(Tom chuckles)

TOM:
Lady de Clemente.

We have eagerly
awaited your return.
(Lady Susan chuckles)

I am heartily glad
to be back, Mr. Parker.

My dear,

what a tonic it is
to see your face again!

Oh, I could say
the very same thing!

I am desperate
to hear your news.

Did you know she is
to be married, my lady?

I most certainly did not!

How could you
keep this from me?

I am mortally offended.

You must tell me everything!

(chuckles)

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AUGUSTA:
Now that we are returned, Uncle,

I hope you will
renounce your campaign

in trying to
find me a husband.

I would be remiss
in my duty if I did.

LEONORA:
Why does she

have to get married
if she doesn't want to?

To assure her
security and position.

I'm afraid that's just
how society works, Leo.

AUGUSTA:
And so, I must be subjected

to a steady procession of
dull, shallow, foppish boys.

LEONORA:
If marriage is so important,

Father,
why don't you find a wife?

Because your father is
even more particular than I am.

At every ball we attended
in Bath,

he could have had his pick.

That was hardly the case.

But none were
quite good enough

for Mr. Alexander Colbourne.

I suspect you are holding out
for some kind of

unattainable ideal.

A woman of
unsurpassable beauty

who can ride a horse
and quote poetry.

Find me such a woman, Augusta,
and I may yet consider her.

I'm thrilled that you have
found so much contentment.

Though I confess
this is not the life

I would have
expected for you.

That you'd marry a farmer
and return to your village.

Why not?

It's been good enough
for my parents.

Why should it not be
good enough for me?

Oh, come on!

Lady de Clemente!

Oh...

Lady Montrose.

We met at the late lamented
Princess Charlotte's wedding.

Mm.

How could I forget?

Uh, this is my daughter,
Lady Lydia Montrose,

and my son, Lord Montrose,
the Duke of Buckinghamshire.

My friend Miss Heywood.

Mm! It appears the entire

haut monde is here at Sanditon.

I wonder if the newly crowned
king might even pay a visit.

(chuckles):
Who is to say?

(sighs)

Although I have every reason
to suspect he might.

LEONORA:
Miss Heywood!

Oh!

I thought you were in Bath.

AUGUSTA:
We were.

Uncle packed up Heyrick Park
soon after you left.

Lady de Clemente,
this is Mrs. Wheatley,

Miss Markham,
and Miss Colbourne.

How do you do, my lady?

LEONORA:
Why did you leave
so suddenly?

You never even said goodbye!

Oh, Leo, I so wanted to,

but it was...

Difficult.

I, I regret the manner
of my leaving.

LEONORA:
But now you're back,

will you be our governess again?

I'm sorry, Leo.

Why not?

MRS. WHEATLEY:
Miss Colbourne!

I'm only here for
Miss Lambe's party tomorrow,

and then I'll be
returning home.

But it's wonderful
to see your faces again.

I miss you all.

Heyrick Park has felt

your absence, too,
Miss Heywood.

I, I must hasten home
before Mr. Pryce arrives.

Who's Mr. Pryce, Tom?

You seem uncommonly agitated.
(guffaws)

Mary, Rowleigh Pryce
is a speculator

of unparalleled renown

who has expressed an interest
in my plans for a hotel.

If I can secure
his investment,

it will be the coup
of the century.

But by all accounts, he's not
an easy man to impress.

Who can fail to be
impressed by you, Tom?

Thank you, Mary.

That's just what I keep
telling myself.

EDWARD:
I've repaired the church roof,

rung the bells for
morning service,

mucked out Moses,
the Hankins' shire horse,

and have found
great purpose in my labors.

I must thank you, Aunt.

When I look back
at the miserable wretch

that I once was,
I feel only the deepest shame.

But now,

it's as if I'm reborn.

I only hope you can see
evidence of that for yourself.

I remain unconvinced.

And yet both Dr. Fuchs

and Mr. Hankins seem to think

that you have made
a modicum of progress.

I'm grateful to both of
those gentlemen.

If I could,
I would subject myself

to their ministrations forever.

Well, I abide by the original
terms of our arrangement.

Once I have observed
consistent evidence

that you are reformed,
I will grant you a living.

My dearest Aunt,

you are kindness itself.

But in the meantime,

if I catch even the vaguest hint
of anything immoral,

or find you up to
your old buckish ways,

then you can consider our
contract broken.

And for now, you can
accompany me into town.

I shall need someone
to carry my purchases.

Mr. Pryce?

Parker?

Indeed, sir.

Mr. Tom Parker,
at your service.

You've kept me waiting

damn near half an hour, man!

My humblest apologies,
sir.

(bell rings)

How was your journey?

Long, hot, cramped,

and generally excruciating.

So, this better be worth it!

I assure you
it will be, sir.
(chuckles nervously)

It is...
(knocks on door)

...my honor to welcome you
to Sanditon,

the finest resort
in the whole of...

Stop flannelling, man,
and get to the point!

(door opens)
Ah!

Finally!

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GEORGIANA:
I cannot decide between

the green and gold
Chinese silk

or the yellow taffeta.

Which do you think will provide
the greater entrance?

I think your beauty
needs little adornment.

Those of us who know you
admire you for your

finer qualities,
not for your clothes,

or for hosting an
extravagant party.

You have no need to
prove yourself to anyone.

Thank you.

Perhaps I can order both
and decide on the night.

Good afternoon,
Miss Lambe.

Why can't they understand I am
not in the least bit interested?

(sighing):
I live in hope
you will meet someone

who will change your mind.

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I do believe I spy your heiress.

LYDIA:
Your use of the possessive

seems a tad presumptuous.

It seems she is beautiful,
as well as rich.

So, you have no excuse, Harry.

You must snaffle her,

before you're
beaten to it.

I live only to serve you,
Mother.

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How long were you
their governess?

A few short months.

I couldn't help but notice
you made no mention

of your wedding to them.

It didn't seem relevant.

RALPH:
Charlotte!

CHARLOTTE:
Mm, Ralph.

Uh, may I introduce
Lady de Clemente.

Mr. Ralph Starling.

How do you do, my lady?

Many congratulations,
Mr. Starling.

You have made an excellent
choice of wife.

I have bought you a present.

It is Mr. Keats's new work.

Oh, you had no need
to do that.

I wanted to.

I thought we might
read it together.

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I fear I've failed you.

I've made enquiries
all along the coast,

and I cannot find any
obliging dove fanciers.

Thank you, Arthur, but I can
live without the birds.

Speaking of birds,
a peacock approaches.

Miss Lambe.

Lord Montrose,
Duke of Buckinghamshire.

I must thank you for
the kind invitation.

GEORGIANA:
Think nothing of it.

Mr. Parker is
organizing the party.

I'm barely aware of
inviting you.

May I presume to ask
if you might take the air

along the promenade tomorrow?

ARTHUR:
I fear Miss Lambe

is otherwise engaged.

Even if I'm not,

the answer would be the same.

Hmm, then I shall
respectfully withdraw.

That was suspiciously easy.

Hmm.

Look.

(sighs)

Oh!
Ow!

(grunts)

My dear lady...

Please forgive me.

I am not your dear lady.

Poetry?

Are you the author?

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No lasting damage, I hope.

As a matter of fact,
I'm mortally wounded.

LADY DENHAM:
Edward!

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Good day to you, miss.

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Was that
Mr. Colbourne's niece?

You'd better have a very good
reason for talking to her.

We barely exchanged a word,
Aunt.

She dropped her book,
I returned it.

It was entirely innocent.
Hm.

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You'd do well to stay away from
that man, Miss Markham.

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LADY MONTROSE:
You cannot fall at
the first obstacle, Harry!

You're obviously
not charming enough!

You will try again tomorrow.

Redouble your efforts.

And as for you, Lydia,
the search continues.

Mr. Arthur Parker is unwed,
but of no great means.

Sir Edward Denham is notorious,
as well as penniless.

And Mr. Hankins...

(sighs):
...hardly warrants a mention.

PRYCE:
This town is a damn sight
smaller than I was expecting.

Well, it may seem that way
from, uh, this vantage point,

Mr. Pryce, but, uh,
if you will accompany me

down on to the beach...

No, no, no, no, no,
I have a loathing for sand.

Well, um, uh, perhaps I might
interest you in a spot of lunch?

I have a rather fine claret.

You needn't butter me up,
Parker.

I have made my fortune
by listening only to my gut.

And at this moment,
it is telling me

that I would be a fool

not to invest in your hotel.

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Well, that is wonderful news,
Mr. Pryce.

Uh, all that remains is
Lady Denham's approval.

But that is a mere formality.

I shall introduce you
tomorrow.

Papa! Papa!

You'll never guess
who's returned to Sanditon!

No!

I'm stumped.

Miss Heywood!

AUGUSTA:
She said how much
she missed us all.

How much she regrets the
circumstances of her departure.

Did she?
Hmm.

You, uh, always told us
it was her decision to leave.

That was my perception.
Hmm.

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AUGUSTA:
You can't deny it,
Mrs. Wheatley.

You saw how he
reacted to her name.

I am saying nothing.

LEONORA:
What are you talking about?

Your father and Miss Heywood
are in love.

I have long suspected it.

That is why she left
so abruptly.

It all makes
perfect sense.

But what does that mean?

It means that before
she leaves Sanditon,

we must force them
to acknowledge their feelings

for one another.

And how do you intend
to do that?

Perhaps

if we could
get them to dance together.

If only somebody was
holding a party.

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TOM:
Yes, you see, well, with all
the apartments, uh, now taken,

we're having to turn new
visitors away-- thank you.

Hence the need
for an elegant new hotel, hm.

I'm astonished that
you have finally

lived up to your promise,
Mr. Parker.

You have turned our town
into a thriving resort.

Thank you.
(chuckles)

And I believe you have
secured an investor.

Well, no ordinary investor,
my lady.

A veritable King Midas.
Oh.

Does the gentleman
have a name?
(doorbell ringing)

I believe
that might be him now.

Please excuse me.
(chuckles)

TOM (in front hall):
Mr. Pryce, good morning!

PRYCE:
Is it? Why?

Did he say Pryce?

Yes, Mr. Rowleigh Pryce.

I suddenly feel unwell.

Where is your servants'
entrance?
What?

(yelling):
Where is your servants'
entrance?!

Oh, this way, this way.

TOM (in front hall):
This way, please, Mr. Pryce.

TOM:
My dear wife, Mrs. Mary Parker,
is also in attendance.

Lady Denham, allow
me to introduce you to...

Um... Unfortunately,

Lady Denham was called away
unexpectedly.

I usually take a nap
this time of the day.

Will you tell Lady Denham,
whoever she may be,

that I do not care to have
my sleep stolen for no purpose!

Damned impertinence!

Mr. Pryce, I...

(exhales)

CHARLOTTE:
And she just ran away?

I've never seen a woman of her
years move with such alacrity.

I cannot account for it!
(chuckles)
Yeah.

Well, no matter.

We shall invite Mr. Pryce
to Georgiana's party tonight.

We shall sit them together,
then she cannot escape.

Given your description of
Mr. Pryce,

might they not prove
a rather combustible mix?

Well, as long as they are
talking profit, I suspect

she'll be all ears.
MARY:
Charlotte and I

are going
to visit Mrs. Filkins

in the Old Town--
we will meet you

and Mr. Starling at the beach.
Dearest heart.

I cannot wait.

(people talking in background)

CHARLOTTE:
It's a while since I visited
the Old Town.

I always thought it an irony

that the very people
that built Sanditon

and who serve its visitors

should live so humbly
themselves.

I've never thought of it
like that.

And Mrs. Filkins was
once your maid?

Yes.

She married Mr. Filkins
and had children

and hasn't stopped since.

I visit as often as I can
with a few gifts or provisions.

That's kind of you.

It's not just a kindness.

It's nice to find an occupation

outside being a wife
and a mother.

Rewarding as that is,
of course.

(baby fussing)
Oh, you're too
generous, Mrs. Parker.

Honestly, Mrs. Filkins,
it's the least I can do.

Forgive the mess.

If I'd known you was coming...

Not at all.

Jonas, don't do that!

You wouldn't mind,
would you, miss?

(softly):
Hi!

It has been a bit overwhelming,
if I'm honest.

You always think one more
won't make a difference.

I know what it's like--
I'm one of 12.

And what's your name?

Tess.

And this is my sister Dora.

When I visit you next,
I'll bring some books.

Will you teach me to read them?

MARY:
Alas, Miss Heywood
is leaving tomorrow.

Then she is to be married.

Oh, congratulations, miss.

Before you know it,
you'll be just like me.

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I've never felt such
apprehension.

I feel like an actor about
to open as Hamlet.

I'm sure there'll be some detail
that has escaped me.

I never meant

for this to be such a burden,
Arthur.

It is only a party.

It is rather more
than that to me.

I suppose I'd hoped it might,
in some small way,

make up for my
part in the Lockhart debacle.

Forget about him.

You are a true, dear friend.

And tonight will be perfect.

(shop bell ringing)

Oh, uh, Mr. Pryce!

(chuckles nervously)

Uh, did you receive
the invitation?

I trust you will
join us tonight.

I don't care for parties,
Parker.

Far too clamorous for my liking.

Thank you all the same.

(stammers):
Lady Denham

specifically requested your
presence there, sir.

She was most apologetic
for missing you yesterday.

Oh, very well.

I daresay I could put
in a brief appearance.

But don't expect me to dance!

(chuckles)

(seagulls squawking)

(man guffaws)

(all laughing)

ARTHUR:
Yes, very good!

Ralph, will you take a turn?

I am happy to remain
a spectator.

TOM:
Nonsense, Mr. Starling,
I insist!

I bet you will prove a natural.

RALPH:
I'm not so sure.

(sighing):
I fear the peacock returns.

GEORGIANA:
Oh, for pity's sake.
(sighs)

(clears throat, sniffs)

I thought I was quite clear

that I have no interest.
(softly):
Neither do I.

Not in the least.

But if you would be
good enough

to pretend, just for one moment,

that you find me
extraordinarily amusing,

then I give you my word,
I will leave you alone.

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(laughs)

(laughing)

Do we know who that man is,
Tom?

That, my dear...
(Georgiana laughing)

...is the
Duke of Buckinghamshire.

Lady Denham, Lady de Clemente,
and now a duke.

I had no idea you kept
such rarefied company.

That's why I need you,
to keep my feet on the ground.

Come, Mr. Starling.

TOM:
Thank you, brother.

(Tom and Arthur exclaim)

AUGUSTA:
Miss Heywood!

Miss Lambe's maid

told us you were picnicking
here.

LEONORA:
We have something for her.
Oh!

Georgiana!

You remember Miss Markham
and this is Miss Colbourne.

Many happy returns
on your birthday!

We've brought you a present.

Thank you!

AUGUSTA:
We hope your party

is a great success, Miss Lambe.

Forgive me.

When I sent out the invitations,
I thought you were in Bath.

What a shame.

I should have loved to attend
more than anything.

Uh, I'm sure one more
guest

wouldn't make too great a
difference.

Would it, Charlotte?

It's your party.

You are too kind, but...

I would require a chaperone,

which would mean bringing my
uncle.

I fear that is too far.

GEORGIANA:
Not at all.

You both would be most welcome.

Thank you so much!

♪ ♪

(Arthur grunts)

(cheers, laughs)

Well played, Mr. Starling.

You and the
Duke of Buckinghamshire

seemed to be getting on rather
famously, Georgiana.

I remain unconvinced
of his charms.

Well, you seemed
quite convinced

from where I was sitting.
(chuckles)

Now, if I could see you
become a duchess,

I, I would feel I'd truly
fulfilled my role as guardian.

MARY:
Let's not get ahead
of ourselves, Tom.

We know nothing about him.

I suppose, if nothing else,
it would finally rid me

of the fortune hunters.

Shall we see if we cannot find
some bigger shells

for your necklaces?

(chuckles)

My mother left me a necklace
made from shells.

♪ ♪

(chuckling)

♪ ♪

AUGUSTA:
Miss Lambe meant to invite us

in the first place, but just
assumed we were still in Bath.

The party
is just hours away.

I'm not convinced I can be good
company at such short notice.

Augusta
has already accepted.

You should have consulted
me first.

(sighs):
Well, I knew you would be keen
on attending

since there will be so many
prospective suitors there

for me to meet.

How could we pass up
such an opportunity?

This seems a rather sudden
change of heart.

Hm, perhaps I have learned
the error of my ways.

Miss Heywood
will be there.

She expressed great hope
in you attending.

Since you've already accepted,
it seems I have little choice.

Hm.

(door shuts)

♪ ♪

HARRY:
I called

to ask if you might
see a way to...

...to forgetting anything
you may have observed

on the beach today.

I saw nothing.

Your Grace.

Thank you, Miss Lambe.

As a duke, I must maintain
certain appearances,

you understand.

All too well.

However, I do have
a proposition.

♪ ♪

HARRY:
She has given me the great

honor of accompanying her
to her party.
(gasps)

And of opening the dancing
with her.
Oh!

Oh, my darling boy,
that is balm to my soul!

I knew she'd be unable
to resist you

once you'd set your
mind to it.

And as if that weren't enough
good news...

I believe I've
found you a match, Lydia.

He's a wealthy widower

recently returned from Bath,
he sounds quite perfect.

His name is Alexander Colbourne.

♪ ♪

Do I pass muster?

You must be seen at your
best tonight, sir.

Life affords so few
second chances.

As I am all too aware.

Well, Uncle, I am ready.

Are you?

(laughs)

♪ ♪

Is it not thrilling, Mary?

Everywhere one looks,
there is another lord or lady.

You mustn't forget tonight
is for Georgiana, my dear.

Not for Sanditon.

Can it not be for both?
(chuckles)

Charlotte, you look
quite spectacular!

I hope you realize how lucky
you are, Mr. Starling.

Oh, I can't believe
my good fortune.

Although I can't say what use
Charlotte'll have

for such finery in Willingden.

Hm.

Yes, please.

I fear we find ourselves
amongst a rather rakish crowd

this evening, Beatrice.

I pray we shall be delivered
from the beastliness

of bacchanalian excess.

Hm.

(orchestra playing
in background)

ARTHUR:
Yes, if you could swap these two
over.

Yes, sir.
Thank you-- go, go, go.

Welcome!

CHARLOTTE:
This is magnificent, Arthur!

You've done Georgiana proud!
Thank you!

Do you really think
she'll like it?

I'm certain of it!

(softly):
Yes, uh, I, uh...

May I borrow your betrothed

for a turn about the room,
Mr. Starling?

By all means, my lady.

As long as you return her to me.

What if Mr. Pryce decides
not to come?

Patience, Tom.

He'll be here, all will be well.

LADY DENHAM:
What a perfectly vulgar display.

Inheriting a fortune seems
to have robbed Miss Lambe

of good taste
and discretion.

I regret, meine lady,

I shall be at a symposium
in London next week,

so we shall have to call
a brief Zwischenspiel

to, uh, Sir Edward's
water treatment.

Oh, what
a terrible shame.

Oh, I see no reason to pause.

I'm perfectly capable
of wielding a hose.

Huh!

(orchestra continues)

I do hope Mr. Colbourne
were here.

Oh, it's an old dress,
but, uh...

Yes, you look passable.

You must ration your
compliments, Mother.

You will make me conceited.

(sighs)

The first time we met
was at a party

not entirely unlike this one.
(chuckles)

I had never felt
so out of place.

Look how far you've come!

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

Miss Heywood.

Lady de Clemente, may I
introduce Mr. Colbourne.

My lady.

And I've already had

the pleasure of meeting
Miss Markham.

How are you enjoying
the party, my lady?

♪ ♪

You look exceptionally
well, Miss Heywood.

Thank you.

I assume Miss Markham
persuaded you to come.

No, no, on the contrary, I...

I came more than willingly.

I was hoping
that we might

have the chance to speak.

I...
LADY MONTROSE:
Lady de Clemente,

would you be so kind
as to introduce us?

Can this be the famous
Mr. Colbourne?

(chuckles):
An introduction seems rather
redundant now, does it not?

Oh, on the contrary,
Mr. Colbourne may not be aware

that I am the Dowager Duchess
Lady Montrose

and this is my daughter,

Lady Lydia.

Your Grace, Lady Lydia.

My niece, Miss Markham.

Miss Heywood.

How do you do, Miss Markham?

A pleasure to see you
again, Miss Heywood.

And you, Lady Lydia.

(guests applauding)

LADY MONTROSE:
And that is my son,

Lord Montrose,
Duke of Buckinghamshire, and

Miss Lambe, of course.

(applause continues)

Oh, I should never have
expected such a warm reception.

It is not you.

It is because I have arrived.

(applause continues)

♪ ♪

Forgive me, Your Grace.

I didn't know you and Georgiana
were so well acquainted.

Oh!

Well, we haven't known each
other for long,

but our rapport
was instantaneous.

(both laugh)

ARTHUR:
Georgiana, a word.

(quietly):
I cannot see you yield
to another fortune hunter.

I'm told
he's quite notorious.

And I'm told

that his father has gambled away
their entire fortune.

(softly):
I know what I am doing.

History will not repeat itself.

(clears throat)

GEORGIANA:
Tonight

is perfect.

You've surpassed yourself.

LADY SUSAN:
Charlotte tells me

you have known
each other since childhood.

I have known and loved her
my whole life, my lady.

Although I confess, she seems

quite a different person here
in Sanditon.

One I hardly recognize.

For better or worse?

It is not for me to say.

(orchestra playing)

LADY MONTROSE:
Oh, you have my sympathy,

Lady Denham,
what an indignity.

Have we any idea who this
elusive gentleman is?

Well, whoever he is,
he's clearly a man

of ill breeding
and atrocious manners.

(quietly):
Keep your eyes fixed on Mr. C.,
in case he should glance over.

But if he does,
look away at once.

Have you spotted any
eligible suitors yet?

AUGUSTA:
Um, it, it is too
early to tell.

And you, Uncle?

(chuckles)

(orchestra playing)

HANKINS:
Well, then, Sir Edward,

you must tell me what your
concerns are.

Sometimes I wonder if my
aunt will ever relent.

What if I spend
years enduring her treatments

and still find myself
out in the cold?

But your soul
will still be saved.

FUCHS:
It is a weeklong symposium

on recent medical advances.

I am sure it would be
of little interest.

Oh, on the contrary,

Doctor, I am an
assiduous autodidact.

(exhales)

Oh, your glass needs
refreshing, Fräulein.

HANKINS:
Uh, she has had

an ample sufficiency,
thank you, Dr. Fuchs.

Oh, about time.

We'd given you up for dead.

As I live and breathe.

Louisa Brereton!

Lady Denham to you.

(laughing)

I told you all would be well.

They're getting on famously.

LADY DENHAM:
You expect me to believe

that this was coincidence?

I swear upon my life.

Had I known you were
Lady Denham,

I should not have come within
100 miles.

Poppycock!

(footsteps approaching,
keys rattling)

MRS. WHEATLEY:
Miss Colbourne.

It is long past your
bedtime, is it not?

How can I sleep,
Mrs. Wheatley,

knowing they may be dancing
together right now?

It'll give you something
to dream about.

But what if Augusta's right,
and they do fall in love?

Miss Heywood will
be my mother.

Imagine that!

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves, shall we?

♪ ♪

Miss Heywood.

When I heard that you had
returned to Sanditon,

I could only assume that

you would wish to keep your
distance.

But when I heard that you had
spoken of your departure

with regret, I dared

to hope that there might yet be
a chance

to tell you that...
RALPH:
Charlotte.

Mr. Colbourne,
this is Mr. Starling.

He and I are to be married.

Then I must congratulate
you both.

Thank you, sir,
but I interrupted...

Not at all, I, um,

was merely inquiring as
to whether

we might persuade Miss Heywood
to return as our governess.

But I see now
that is not to be.

You have proven to be
quite irreplaceable.

Miss Heywood.

Mr. Starling.

(waltz playing)

Is it true that your
father ruined you?

Afraid so.

We are paupers with a title
and a large house.

Hence my mother's jubilation
at this match.

My guardians are
equally delighted.

My suitors quite deterred.

(waltz continues)

MARY:
You're in a merry mood!

Is it any wonder?

Georgiana has a duke,

we have a new investor,

and soon Sanditon
shall have a hotel.

RALPH:
Mr. Colbourne is not quite
the ogre you described.

Aren't you glad I saved you
from the life of a governess?

Immeasurably.

LADY MONTROSE:
Mr. Colbourne has a very
pleasing

countenance, don't you think?

Highly.

Although I would have thought
he was a little young for you.

(waltz continues)

I see Mr. Colbourne
is returned from Bath.

They say his niece--
an orphan, poor thing--

inherited a small
fortune from her parents.

Scant consolation
for losing them.

(waltz continues)

My lady, you finally had the
pleasure of meeting Mr. Pryce.

"Pleasure" is not
the word I'd use.

I would not trust that man
to put up a tent,

let alone a hotel.
(music ends, guests applaud)

You will not accept one
penny of that man's money.

Not so much as a ha'penny
or a farthing!

AUGUSTA:
Why didn't you tell me

you were getting married?

I thought I had.
It is hardly
the sort of thing

to slip your mind.

You must join this next dance,
it is a quadrille.

I'm afraid I don't
know the steps.

Then you don't mind if
I borrow Charlotte.

You and the
Duke of Buckinghamshire?

I'll explain later.

You and Mr. Colbourne?

There's nothing to tell.

(orchestra playing)

With your permission,

I wonder if I might write to you
from London.

BEATRICE:
I should like nothing more,
Herr Doktor.

(orchestra continues)

Miss Markham.

I have been warned about
you, Sir Edward.

You have quite the reputation.

Then you shouldn't believe
everything you hear.

Well, I am perfectly capable of
forming my own opinion.

(orchestra continues)

I wish you luck in finding
a new governess.

I wish you a happy marriage.

I hope he is worthy of you.

I understand you keep a fine
stable, Mr. Colbourne.

I am a keen equestrian myself.

(clapping in rhythm)

Then you must come riding
at Heyrick Park.

At your convenience.

(orchestra continues)

(laughs)

Shall we continue
our arrangement?

I see no reason not to.

LOCKHART:
Stop the music!

(music, clapping stop)

♪ ♪

(softly):
Miss Lambe.

I must speak
with you alone.

Georgiana.

♪ ♪

Uh...

Mr. Parker?

ARTHUR:
Maestro, please!

(claps)

(music begins)

What is the meaning of this?

You were not invited.

You're the last person on Earth
I wish to see.

It pains me to ruin your
celebration, honestly, it does,

but I'm afraid what I have
to give you cannot wait.

GEORGIANA:
What is this?

I am hereby serving you
with a writ stating that

I am the rightful heir
to your father's fortune.

I suggest you find
yourself a lawyer.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Another lawyer turned her down?

GEORGIANA: If I lose my father's
inheritance,

I lose my independence.

En garde!

Do we know you?

No, but I know you.

CHARLOTTE: Georgiana needs me.

LADY SUSAN: You're sure that
she's not just an excuse

not to return to Willingden?

♪ ♪

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