All language subtitles for Sanditon S03E04

♪ ♪

CHARLOTTE:
It is time I returned to Ralph.

He'll wonder what
has happened to me.

♪ ♪

GEORGIANA: I won the case.

I know, ma'am, but I also know
what you've lost.

EDWARD: I beg you to believe
that I am a changed man.

You're the last person on Earth

I would allow to court
Augusta.

I am right in thinking you share
my tastes, Arthur?

COLBOURNE:
I fought in vain to deny it,

but I am in love with you.

♪ ♪

No!

It's too late!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(glass clinking)

♪ ♪

(doorbell ringing)

We're to gather
shortly on the beach

for champagne and games.

You seem to have done
little else since London

than drink champagne with
Montrose

and his friends.

I've been
celebrating my victory.

Georgiana...

Have you given yourself time

to absorb
the revelations of the trial?

I've no desire
to dwell on the trial.

I wondered if it might
have made you even more

determined to find your mother.

I have accepted
that the search is hopeless.

From now on,
I shall look only to the future.

But what of you?

Your wedding
is only two weeks away.

Do I sense you're putting
off your return to Willingden?

I'd like to be certain you've
recovered from your ordeal.

As you see,
I've entirely recovered.

And I couldn't leave
before your party tomorrow.

It is kind of Tom
and Mary to host it,

but I fear it might be
a rather staid occasion.

Arthur!

Charlotte and I

are to meet Harry
and his friends on the beach.

Say you'll come.

Oh, I'm, uh...

(chuckling):
I'm not sure.

What has possessed the pair
of you?

Ever since the shooting party,

you've both been
out of sorts.

I have no idea
what you mean.

Well.

Whatever is ailing you both,
I believe the best way

to deal with
your problems is to forget them.

Preferably with champagne.

♪ ♪

Can I persuade you to saddle up
and join me?

God, no, thank you.

It's far too early in
the day for such exertions.

Had you not planned to return
to London after

the shooting party,
yet five days have passed

and here you are.

I don't wish
to outstay my welcome, brother,

but I am not
ready to leave just yet.

I am enjoying getting
to know Leo and Augusta.

And Lady de Clemente?

SAMUEL:
This might be the first

friendship I've ever had with
a woman.

And since neither of us
have the least bit

of romantic interest in each
other,

it's refreshingly
uncomplicated.

Perhaps you are
growing up.

I won't go that far.

Did I mention
Miss Lambe is hosting

a party to celebrate
her success in court?

We're both invited.

Do we know
who else will be in attendance?

I assume Miss Heywood
will be there,

if that's what you're asking.

♪ ♪

SAMUEL:
I know your last

conversation with her didn't go
the way you hoped.

COLBOURNE:
I must look to the future,
Samuel.

To which end,
I've invited Lady Lydia

and her mother to tea.

And what of Miss Heywood?

Do you intend to pretend
she just doesn't exist?

Suppress your feelings?

I believe that's
the motto on our family crest.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

EDWARD (voiceover):
My dear Augusta,

with every word you write,
you pierce my soul.

And with every passing day,
the agony of separation

grows yet sharper.

(horse nickers, walking)

I cannot let your uncle
destroy your happiness.

If there is a way for us
to be together,

I will find it.

♪ ♪

(bird calling)

And where have you been?

I like to spend time
in quiet contemplation

before I meet Mr. Hankins.

His efforts
are evidently failing

if that debacle at
the shoot is any measure.

Setting your sights
on Miss Markham!

(doorbell ringing
in distance)

Or should I say
her 5,000 a year?

I never should have asked
Mr. Colbourne

if I could call on her.

The approach was misjudged.

But I can say

with hand on heart that
I've not been near her since.

SERVANT:
For my lady.

Thistles?

Who would send me...

...thistles?

I could hazard a guess.

(Lady Denham chuckling)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

♪ ♪

COLBOURNE:
What's that?

Just a flower.

We don't grow
orchids in our greenhouse.

But I assume Lady Denham does?

It is possible.

I made it perfectly
clear that Sir Edward

was not to call on you.

But true to form, he's
resorted to evasion and deceit.

You left him no choice.

Tell me you have not
been alone with him.

Why is that any of your concern?

I am not your daughter.

You will have no
further contact with that man.

From now on, you are never

to leave the house
without a chaperone!

(door slams)

♪ ♪

You've already made your
concerns abundantly clear, Mary.

This is an alternative, Tom,
a proposal of my own.

A way to improve the Old Town,
rather than destroy it.

If you could just
spare a moment to read it.

(stammers):
No, I can't, I'm afraid, I'm
late for an important meeting.

Why will you not listen to me?

(sighs):
You're a wonderful wife,
Mary, and a devoted mother.

But you are not a businessman.

There are things
you do not understand.

So why don't you leave
the speculating to me,

and I will leave
the running of the house

to you.

♪ ♪

(crows cawing)

You seem to be in unusually
good spirits of late, Beatrice.

I believe I know the cause!

Do you, brother?

Why, grace of God,
of course, sister.
(chuckles)

Would you not say?
Yes.

(wheelbarrow creaking)
And I do not think you are
alone.

I detect an ever-sharper sense
of purpose

in you, Sir Edward.

Is it not said that God
helps those who help themselves,

Mr. Hankins?

Indeed so.

(chuckles)

(laughing and talking)

HARRY:
A little more?

♪ ♪

ARTHUR:
They're his friends from Bath,
a rather fashionable crowd.

They seem highly
taken with Georgiana.

Or with her fortune.

HARRY:
How about a little sport?

Shall we see

who can eat the largest number
of macaroons

in less than a minute?

(guests cheer and laugh)

Perhaps you haven't heard,

but Georgiana's been leading
a sugar boycott.

(conversations and laughter
stop)

Oh.

I will put two pounds
on Arthur.

(cackles)

(conversations resume)

Uh...

I think I'll decline,
thank you.

♪ ♪

(shrieking in laughter)

(laughing)

They're not afraid to
draw attention to themselves.

It is only a bit of fun,
Charlotte.

You need more champagne.

Arthur.

I must ask.

Have you been avoiding me
since the shooting party?

(stammers):
I thought you were
avoiding me.

(exhales)
(chuckles)

You seemed quite
preoccupied with your friends.

No.

They're just a distraction.

I would far sooner
have your company than theirs.

LADY MONTROSE:
There you are, Harry!

We've barely seen
you these past few days.

Not since the Bath set
arrived.

(chuckles)
LADY MONTROSE: Or could it be
that you've been spending

all your time in
Miss Lambe's company?

You two are
becoming quite inseparable.

Miss Heywood,
I trust you are well?

Uh, very well,
thank you, Lady Lydia.

LADY MONTROSE:
We are much looking forward
to your party, Miss Lambe.

Can I assume the, uh, brothers
Colbourne will be there?

I've invited them both.

Oh!

LYDIA:
I must thank you for
your advice, Miss Heywood.

Once I kept the conversation
to dogs and horses,

I found Mr. Colbourne

to be pleasing company
indeed.

I'm glad.

And the feeling was
plainly mutual, since we've

received an invitation
to Heyrick Park tomorrow.

(whispers loudly):
Apparently, no one
has caught his eye

since the death
of his wife.

Not until now, that is.

Mother.
You cannot
blame me for being excited.

There's every
chance I may soon see

both my children settled!

♪ ♪

I fear the more draconian my
brother is,

the more appealing Sir Edward
will seem.

Hmm, well, forbidden fruit
is always the most tempting.

And when you are young,
it is only natural

that you would mutiny
against your parents.

I can't believe
you were ever wayward, my lady.

Oh, I was wildly
ungovernable.

I used to steal
my father's carriage

and drive it at
death-defying speed.

I've never known
a thrill like it.

I was quite incorrigible
myself.

Some may argue I still am.

(chuckles)

I find excitement, these days,
in more tranquil activities,

like matchmaking.

Hmm, though I fear you may have
to admit defeat,

now my brother has declared his
intention to court Lady Lydia.

Oh, and Miss Heywood is due
to return home to her betrothed.

I question what reason
I have to stay in Sanditon now.

Perhaps it's time I looked
for diversion elsewhere.

CHARLOTTE:
I fear they are not
true friends.

They know
how to enjoy themselves.

Whereas you seem to have
forgotten.

It is Mr. Colbourne, isn't it?

You know
you can tell me anything.

After the shooting party,
he...

He found me out on a walk.

He told me
he was in love with me.

And to my eternal shame,
we, we kissed.

You need feel no shame.
I'm to be married,
Georgiana.

But if you share
his feelings...

I've made a commitment to Ralph,
to my family.

I cannot break it.

You were right.

I have been putting
off my return to Willingden.

How can I face Ralph?

How can I tell him?

♪ ♪

Ralph!

Charlotte!

I read that Miss Lambe's
trial is happily concluded.

So, I've come to bring you home.

♪ ♪

(wooden swords clacking)
SAMUEL:
You will not vanquish me, sir!

The fair and so
very tasty Lady Blancmange

will soon be mine!

(cackles)

Not on your life,

you cur!
(Samuel grunts)

(mock-groans)
(shouts)

(gasping)

(exhales)

(shudders dramatically)

And curtain!

We hoped
that might distract you.

Let's save Act Two
for later, shall we?

RALPH:
Your father's been

quite lost with neither you
or Alison

there for the harvest.

But there's much
excitement about our wedding.

Your mother's started
decorating the church.

I'd meant to come home sooner,
but, yeah,

I was concerned
for Georgiana.

But now you're ready
to return.

There's a party tonight.

To celebrate her victory.

I'd like to be there.

For her.

One more night, Ralph.

Then we'll leave, I promise.

If that is what you want.

MARY:
Even now, my lady,

there's a fever
sweeping through the Old Town.

There are children
who are dangerously sick.

Well, if the state of
their dwelling breeds illness,

then why would
they wish to remain there?

We have a duty
to help them,

not to force them
from their homes!

Mrs. Parker...

You have Mr. Pryce's ear...
Mrs. Parker!

As pleased as I am
that you have finally

found your voice,
I would rather you didn't

use it against me,

or my business affairs.

And I venture that Mr. Pryce,
and your husband,

would feel the same.

Ah, the very man.

Morning, my lady.

Mrs. Parker.

Good morning.

Someone sent me a bouquet
of thistles.

They put me in mind of you.

Elegant but prickly.

(chuckles):
You old fool.

Old, me?

But we are of an age.

Oh, poppycock, I'm eight years
younger than you.

You didn't use to be.

Oh, be quiet.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

Ma'am?

♪ ♪

You sent for me,
Miss Lambe?

I assume you read
the newspapers.

Yes.

So, you will know

how they continue to gossip
and speculate about me.

They will move on to
someone else soon enough.

Although, and I say this
without judgment,

if you don't wish

to be gossiped about, you might
keep a rather lower profile.

You will tell them to
desist or face the consequences.

I'm afraid the law has little
sway when it comes to the press.

Here is today's post.

A letter from a man who claims
to be my third cousin.

One from a woman who is
supposedly my half-sister.

I thought defeating Lockhart
would prove a deterrent.

I am sorry, Miss Lambe.

But as an unmarried woman,

you find yourself in
a vulnerable position.

Don't forget, Lockhart came
dangerously close to winning.

I asked you here to help me,
not to give me cold comfort.

And I will help
in any way I can.

But I must be honest.

The only way
these claims will cease

is if you either give up
your fortune

or find a husband.

♪ ♪

ARTHUR:
I was thinking on your
words from the shooting party.

You said that whilst most
men have a taste for pheasant,

your preference has
always been for grouse.

I was afraid I'd shocked you.
(chuckles)

You did.

But...

It was the shock of recognition.

You put into words

something that I never dared
to admit,

not even to myself.

I like my life, Harry,
a, as it is.

I would never wish
to live in fear and disgrace.

I worry about what
my family might think.

My brother, Mary...

They might not be as
surprised as you would expect.

And if I were to say to you

that I shared your...

...taste for grouse,

how would I, would we...

(gasping):
Oh, forgive me, this is such
strange and

unfamiliar ground.

There is a friend.

He owns a small cottage in
Wales,

on the River Wye.

(sighs):
It is quite beautiful there.

One can go weeks
without seeing another soul.

I wonder if you...

I would like nothing more.

That is decided, then.

So it seems.

I, Arthur Parker...

(laughing)

...like grouse.
(both laugh)

(laughing)

As do I, Arthur.

One grouse in particular.

(laughing)

♪ ♪

(wooden sword clacking)

LEONORA:
Take that! That! That!

Miss Colbourne.

Or should I say,
Colonel Colbourne?

My father says that you're
not to come near our house.

Tell me,

how would you like
a secret mission?

♪ ♪

(people talking in background,
dishes and utensils clinking)

♪ ♪

(talking indistinctly)

Come, my dear.

I think we need
a little air.

♪ ♪

GEORGIANA:
I should not have let it get
to me.

LADY MONTROSE (sighs):
Well, no one likes to be the
subject of scandal and gossip.

I've had my share.

Although a title is a shield
against the worst of it.

One need only look
at Lady de Clemente,

who would be a pariah,
were it not

for the sole virtue
of her status.

You must excuse me.

Lady Lydia and I
are due at Heyrick Park.

Courage, my dear.

♪ ♪

(laughing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I have a secret message for you.

♪ ♪

I can't believe you'd stoop to
using a child as your messenger.

Forgive me.

When you didn't return my
letter, I was at a loss.
In fairness,

she's
a very efficient little spy.

She tells me that your uncle
has you, um, locked up.

He claims he is trying
to protect me from you.

I cannot blame him.

If I were in his
position...

How, how can you defend him?

He doesn't know the truth.

That my intentions
are entirely honorable.

That if I could,

I would ask for your hand
this very minute.

What's to stop you?

He would never give his
blessing.

The only way that we could be
together

is if we were somehow to escape.

However much I yearn to be with
you,

I could never be selfish.

Your happiness and your honor

are all that matter to me.

So, my dearest Augusta...

I fear I must bid you farewell.

♪ ♪

Wait!

This fever is merciless.

Poor little Dora Filkins
is gravely ill.

I've asked Dr. Fuchs
to do what he can,

but there's no doubt their
living conditions

have played a part.

That's why this proposal

could not be more timely
or more vital.

MARY:
Do you think so?

My only thought...

Go on, my dear.

Young Tess has
such a hunger to learn.

It made me think...

Might there also be merit
in building a school?

What a wonderful idea.

We could offer an education
to all the local children,

boys and girls.

We, Charlotte?

God willing, you'll be
busy teaching our own children.

Of course.

MARY:
I've arranged to call

on Mr. Colbourne this afternoon
to discuss my plans.

I don't suppose...

Would you accompany me,
Charlotte?

You could tell him
about your school idea.

It would hardly be fair

to leave Ralph
on his own.

MARY:
Ralph could come with us!

I'm sure Mr. Colbourne
wouldn't mind.

I would love
to see Heyrick Park.

And to make
a proper acquaintance

of your former employer.
Honestly, Mary,

your proposal speaks
for itself.

You have no need of our company.

Oh, I'd be glad of it all
the same.

For moral support.

Then it's decided.

We shall all pay a visit
to Mr. Colbourne this afternoon.

EDWARD:
You do not know what you ask.

I know fine well.

I am asking you to rescue me.

Where would we go?

Anywhere!

It is not as if anyone here
will miss me.

Besides Leo.

In all conscience,
I cannot.

You,

you are the only
person I love in this world.

And, if it's not
a presumption,

the only person
that cares a damn about me?

It is not a presumption
at all.

Is it not remarkable to think
that we have found each other?

And yet, fate has dealt
us the cruelest of hands.

It is fate that has
brought us together.

But it is my uncle
that keeps us apart.

You must return to the house,

before he comes looking
for you.

When will I see you again?

Will you attend Miss Lambe's
party?

Yes,

but under his ever-watchful
eye.

Well, that doesn't
matter.

Even if we cannot
speak to each other,

it will be enough to
see your face one last time.

One last time?

How can I bear to be
near you,

knowing that we can never
be together?

I am resolved to leave
Sanditon.

(gasps softly)

(breath trembling)

LADY MONTROSE:
So kind of you to show us
your stables, Mr. Colbourne.

Lydia has been quite
beside herself at the prospect.

LYDIA:
Unusually for my mother,
that is not an overstatement.

COLBOURNE:
So this is my good friend
Hannibal.

I'm afraid he isn't always
terribly polite to people

he doesn't know.

LYDIA:
That's all right.

You have a fine gait, Hannibal!

But I think you pull
a little to the left,

don't you?

Very perceptive.

I find holding one rein

braced against the saddle,

then releasing it immediately
sometimes does the trick.

I shall try that.

My Lydia can tame
the wildest of beasts.

(clears throat)

LADY MONTROSE:
You keep a fine house here,
Mr. Colbourne.

Although, as a widow myself,
I imagine it

must get rather lonely.

COLBOURNE:
Well, I'm hardly alone,
Your Grace.

I have Augusta, Leonora,
and, um,

well, as you've seen,
a stable full of horses.

LYDIA:
As long as I had horses

and a pianoforte,

I believe I could
renounce human company

for months on end.

I'm inclined to agree.
(chuckles)

LADY MONTROSE:
You're clearly
of a like mind.

LEONORA (breathlessly):
A carriage has just arrived
with Mrs. Parker

and Miss Heywood in it.

And a man.

Would you excuse me?

What an unwelcome
interruption.

Especially as you were
doing so well.

Miss Heywood!

♪ ♪

Mr. Colbourne,

thank you for agreeing
to meet with me.

I hope you don't mind,

but I took the liberty
of asking

Miss Heywood to join us.

COLBOURNE:
Not at all.

And I believe you've met
Mr. Starling.

Mr. Colbourne.

A pleasure
to see you again, sir.

LEONORA:
You're the man

that's marrying
Miss Heywood?

I am indeed
that lucky fellow.

Ralph,
Miss Leonora Colbourne,

and you've met Miss Markham.

♪ ♪

Will you join us for tea?

We have Lady Montrose
and Lady Lydia with us.

LEONORA:
There's cake!

MARY:
Oh, if this is not

a convenient time...
COLBOURNE:
Not at all, I insist.

♪ ♪

MARY:
I must apologize again
for interrupting, Your Grace.

But I hear you came
with a proposal.

I am intrigued.

We are to discuss a scheme
for the Old Town.

One which seeks to
improve the conditions

for those who live there.

A proposal that I fully support.

And Miss Heywood has
also suggested

founding a school
for the local children.

An admirable idea.

LADY MONTROSE:
Of course, it is
no surprise to find you

so preoccupied with education,
Miss Heywood,

since you were
governess here,

were you not?

Briefly.

But then she suddenly left,

and when she returned,

she was engaged to Mr. Starling.

RALPH:
Then I must apologize

for stealing her from you,
Miss Colbourne.

(chuckling)

LADY MONTROSE:
And when are you
to be married,

Miss Heywood?

A little over two weeks.

LYDIA:
My congratulations
to you both.

Thank you.

We are living for the day,
aren't we, Charlotte?

LADY MONTROSE:
I have high hopes that

my son and Miss Lambe
will not be far behind you.

And you must be keen
for Miss Markham

to find a husband,
Mr. Colbourne.

You don't want to wait
until she's Lydia's age.

Indeed.

As long as we can find someone
who is worthy.

Worthy in your eyes,
at least, Uncle.

Since what I think
and feel

are clearly of
no consequence.

(clears throat)

(birds twittering)

Excuse me.

I think I shall

take a turn
around the grounds.

I'll join her.

♪ ♪

Since our encounter
this morning,

I've not been able
to stop thinking.

A man needs laughter
in his life,

and I have laughed more
over these last few weeks

in your company
than I have in years.

(chuckles):
Ah...

And there are so many
pleasures in life

that need to be shared.

And so I thought
I would ask you...

I hope you're not
proposing another ride

in that death trap
of yours.

I was proposing marriage,
you foolish woman.

Marriage?

I would get down
on one knee,

but it would take
two footmen and a winch

to get me back up again.

So?

(chuckling):
No!

Now, now, now, now,
take your time, think about it.

(chuckling):
No need!

I'm Lady Denham.

I wish to keep that title.

And my fortune, to boot.

No amount of laughter
can compensate for that, can it?

(chuckling):
Oh, good heavens!

No, let's go,
and have some tea.

We'd been exchanging letters.

We even managed to meet
a handful of times.

But now my uncle has me
barred from leaving the house.

I am kept under lock and key.

I struggle to believe
he would have done so

without good reason.

Why should he determine
who I can and cannot love?

Were my parents alive,

they would only
want to see me happy.

Could you tell me
who this gentleman is?

He is from a good family.

He has a poetic soul.

He is kinder
than anyone knows.

Yet my uncle still does not
consider him good enough.

I'm sure he's just trying
to secure your future.

A miserable future,

trapped in an unhappy
marriage!

Instead of being
with the man

I've fallen in love with.

♪ ♪

If you and he are truly
meant to be together,

you will find a way.

♪ ♪

(horse nickers)

What is this?

You said you were in need
of diversion.

Yes, this was not
quite what I had in mind.

I hoped if I brought
a little excitement to Sanditon,

you might be persuaded to stay.

One race.

But we must keep to
a sensible speed.

I must consider
my dignity.

(seagull squawking)

♪ ♪

(horse whinnies)

♪ ♪

(laughs, horse nickers)

♪ ♪

Bouddica herself
was never so fierce!

(laughs)
Hya!

♪ ♪

(groans)

Hya!

(laughing)

How dare you beat me?

That is most ungentlemanly!

Shall we call it a day?

Certainly not!

The winner is the best of three!

(laughs)

♪ ♪

Dr. Fuchs!

(exhales)

Willkommen zu Hause.

How is this possible,
Fräulein?

In my brief absence,
you have become fluent

in my mother tongue.

I so delighted in your tales
from the capital, Doctor.
(exhales)

Especially your description
of the steth-o-scope!

(exhales)

Can you really hear
every last heartbeat?

As loud as a drum, Fräulein!

(footsteps approaching)

HANKINS:
Herr Doktor!

Back from the metropolis,
I see.

(chuckles):
I came to inquire
after our shared patient.

(chuckles)

I am pleased to say that
under my aegis,

Sir Edward appears to have
undergone nothing less

than a Damascene conversion.

Indeed, I would be
so bold as to say

that he has flourished
in your absence.

Jawohl?

Mm-hmm.

FUCHS:
Fräulein Hankins

has spoken of his progress
in her epistles.

Epistles?

It was just a few
short notes.

You are too modest!

Your sister has such
an observant eye.

Such a fine turn of phrase!

I daresay she has
the makings of a novelist.

I see.

Well, now you are returned,
I am sure there is no need

for this correspondence
to continue.

Come, sister.

We must steel ourselves
for Miss Lambe's party!

♪ ♪

We passed a pleasant
afternoon at Heyrick Park.

(pouring)
Ah, I'm glad.

Mr. Colbourne and your sister
seem well-matched indeed.

(chuckles)

Much like you
and Miss Lambe.

I've been thinking,

it is time to formalize
your relationship.

(laughs)

We've only been courting
a matter of weeks.

That is long enough.

I saw you enjoying
the company

of Mr. Arthur Parker earlier.

Yes, he has become
a good friend.

(sniffs)

We are planning a trip

to the Wye Valley.

I strongly suggest
you cease

your association
with Mr. Parker.

Why would I?

You know why.

♪ ♪

I've always known
you had certain... leanings.

(voice trembling):
I hoped it might just be

a passing affliction.

Youthful folly.

But now I see it as

something rather more dangerous.

I have always been careful.

I will continue to be.

No, Harry.

This cannot continue.

You're a duke.

You have a duty.

To marry well,
produce an heir.

Maintain the family name,

not drag it through the gutter.

(voice trembling):
Or, worse still...

(sighs softly)

...to the gallows.

I'm thinking only
of what's

best for you, my darling boy.

♪ ♪

Thank you, Mother.

♪ ♪

(Lady Denham yelps)

PRYCE:
Dear God, what is this?

LADY DENHAM:
It seems we have arrived
to the gates of hell!

Keep back, you ruffians.

I have no desire to be
immolated.

(people laughing and talking
in background)

Ah, Lady Denham,
Mr. Pryce, and Sir Edward.

You are most welcome!

I thought this was supposed
to be a civilized dinner.

Oh, so did we.

But Miss Lambe
had other plans.

(chuckles):
Then you should have
overruled her.

Hardly seemed fair.

What is the theme?

The Depths of Depravity?
MARY:
No, my lady.

The theme is that
of a phoenix

rising from the ashes.

LADY DENHAM:
Hm, what's that got to do
with anything?

Mr. Colbourne.

I was just saying to
Charlotte how ill we fit

amongst such company.

I shall be glad to return to
the calm of Willingden tomorrow.

Is that a view you share,
Miss Heywood?

Of course.

Mr. Colbourne, we simply adored
our trip to Heyrick Park.

COLBOURNE:
It was a pleasure to have
your company, Your Grace.

Oh, Uncle, shall we take
a turn about the party?

Yes.

LADY MONTROSE:
Lydia has talked of
little else

than your magnificent
stables.

Mr. Colbourne, perhaps
on our next visit...

Arthur.

Arthur.

Ah!

There is something
we need to discuss.

Indeed there is--
our trip.

I have obtained
a copy of Mr. Gilpin's

"Observations on the River Wye"
in anticipation.

TOM (loudly):
My lords, ladies,
and gentlemen,

it is time to welcome
our guest of honor,

Miss Georgiana Lambe!

(guests cheer)

(guests gasp)

(applauding)

(flames whooshing,
Arthur laughing delightedly)

(applause continues)

I need to know if you
truly meant it

when you asked me
to rescue you.

♪ ♪

Entirely.

Then I must tell you
I have a carriage waiting.

There are to be fireworks

that provide
a distraction.

To leave tonight?

I, I have, I have nothing
with me.

What else do we need
besides each other?

My dearest Augusta,
this is the only way.

Either we escape tonight

or we must
say goodbye forever.

♪ ♪

(band playing jaunty tune)

(Georgiana laughing)

I don't believe I've ever
seen you so happy, Arthur!

Ah, this is more
than happiness.

Happiness is fleeting,
I, uh...

I am content.
(giggles)

I feel as if my future
is alive with possibilities.

I have also been thinking
on my future.

I have something
to share with you.

Perhaps it is time
I make my announcement.
(chuckles)

(music continues)

Colbourne has just
congratulated me

on your vision
for the Old Town.

I tried to speak to you.

Instead, you spoke
to him.

A woman can only be silenced
for so long before she roars.

If I might beg your
indulgence for a moment.

(music and conversations stop)

(people speaking softly)

GEORGIANA:
Earlier this evening,

the Duke of Buckinghamshire

did me the honor of asking
for my hand in marriage.

(guests murmuring happily)

(giggles)

And I happily accepted.

(guests exclaiming
and applauding)

So, this is now a party
to celebrate

our engagement.

(guests applauding,
Georgiana giggling)

♪ ♪

That might be the first
wise decision she's ever made.

Then you would agree,

that getting married
is an act of wisdom.

She gains a title.

I would lose one!

But think what you
would gain.

We could see out the years
in happy companionship.

Someone to laugh with.

Gripe with.

Dine with.

But you would rather remain
alone in that big house?

For the sake of a title?

(band playing jaunty tune)

(stiffly):
My congratulations to you both.

Arthur!
LADY MONTROSE:
Come, my dear,

they're clamoring
to congratulate you.

(music continues)

(music ends)
Fräulein Hankins.

On such a happy occasion,

would you join me
for the next dance?

I am afraid
I must decline, Doctor.

But thank you
for your kind offer.

(people talking in background)

♪ ♪

Earlier you said that if
this gentleman and I

are truly meant to be together,
then we will find a way.

Well, what if there is a way,
but

I find myself nervous
for what it might mean?

If you have a chance to
be with him, then seize it,

or you'll spend
the rest of your life

trying to forget
what could have been.

(talking in background)

Thank you.

♪ ♪

(laughing)

(slower dance tune playing)

Mr. Colbourne seems
perfectly amenable.

Yet in his presence
you seem...

Ill at ease.

Withdrawn.

It was the same
at tea today.

I, I don't know
what you mean.

(music continues)

You have publicly
betrayed me, Mary.

I'm not sure I like
the woman you've become.

How unfortunate.

I was growing
rather fond of her.

(laughing)

I haven't danced for years!

I suppose I've had
no one to dance with.

You're a wonderful dancer,
Louisa.

You always were.

(music continues)

It's inspiring, is it not,

to see them find happiness
so late in life?

It seems there is hope
for us all.

(both chuckle)

(music continues)

I noticed you and Augusta
in urgent conference.

I won't betray
her confidence.

(music continues)

She's blessed to have
the benefit of your counsel.

She will miss it.

(music ends, guests applaud)

♪ ♪

GEORGIANA:
Ladies and gentlemen,

if you will join me
on the promenade,

it is time for fireworks!

(guests exclaim and applaud)

(quietly):
I'll join you presently.

♪ ♪

(guests murmuring and laughing)

Might we declare a truce?

(sighs)

♪ ♪

AUGUSTA:
I know you have
only ever done

what you thought
was best for me, Uncle.

There are some things
we will never agree on, but

I am ready to
put all that behind me.

I'm glad.

I think I will find
Uncle Samuel.

♪ ♪

Are you sure?

Once we leave,
there is no turning back.

I have never been surer.

♪ ♪

Sir Edward?

Sir Edward!

CHARLOTTE:
I cannot leave without
begging you to reconsider.

How can you marry a man
you barely know,

let alone love?

This is not about love.

It is about securing
my fortune, my position.

I will be a duchess.

But what of your happiness?

What about yours?

Who are you to question me?

You are condemning yourself
to a loveless marriage

when you're in love with
Mr. Colbourne.

(floorboard creaks,
door hinge squeaking)

RALPH:
I am sorry to interrupt.

♪ ♪

I was afraid you might
miss the fireworks.

♪ ♪

(fireworks bursting loudly,
guests exclaiming)

Oh, thank you.

(chuckles)

(fireworks continue,
guests exclaiming)

Does your preposterous
offer still stand?

Of course.

Well, against my
better judgment,

I accept.

♪ ♪

(quietly):
Don't despair, Harry.

I have found my own
secret ways to defy her.

You will, too.

♪ ♪

(whistling, bursting loudly)

Are you yet persuaded
there might be reasons

to stay in Sanditon
besides Miss Heywood?

One or two, perhaps.

(fireworks continue)

(panting):
Mr. Colbourne.

Where is your brother?

Is there a problem?

I fear so.

♪ ♪

You know, just because
I am to be married, Arthur,

doesn't mean I won't
still have time for you.

Why did it have to be him?

(fireworks continue)

It's late, Ralph.

We cannot leave now.

At first light, then.

All I want is to remove you
from this place.

Why?

Because it is
no good for you!

You are not yourself here.

Every time you visit, you return
in a state of abject misery.

It's not Sanditon.

Then what is it?

What are you afraid to tell me,
Charlotte?

(door bursts open)

Please tell me you know
where they've gone.

Who?

We believe Augusta has eloped
with Sir Edward Denham.

Edward Denham?

You're the only one she
will listen to, Miss Heywood.

Say you will
help me find her.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I will see Miss Heywood
safely returned.

You don't love Harry.

This has nothing
to do with love.

ARTHUR:
What about his happiness?

AUGUSTA:
You do love me,
don't you, Edward?

COLBOURNE:
If you've taught me
anything, Miss Heywood,

it's that a young woman has a
right to choose her own destiny.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ANNOUNCER:
Go to our website,
listen to our podcast,

watch video, and more.

To order this program,
visit ShopPBS.

"Masterpiece" is available
with PBS Passport

and on Amazon Prime Video.

♪ ♪