All language subtitles for Belgravia S01E03 1080P x264 RB58.eng

Before she died, my daughter
Sophia was delivered of a boy...

the son of Lord Bellasis.

- Where is he now, this boy?
- The boy is a man.

He now goes under
the name of Charles Pope.

Will you keep our secret?

Why would I publicise
my late son's degradation?

Stephen and Grace
will be here for dinner.

They'll be wanting money.

Why shouldn't I
marry Maria Grey?

It's a good match for her.

She's marrying the future
Earl of Brockenhurst.

That man we were talking
about the other day...

- Charles Pope?
- The very one.

May I present a new acquaintance?
Mr Pope.

- Good evening, to both of you.
- Say good evening to John, dear.

You're just the sort of man to
make me say all manner of things.

I'm a very ordinary
sort of fellow.

Well, Lady Brockenhurst
doesn't seem to think so.

You want them to guess.

You want them to guess he's Edmund's
child and you wanted us to witness it.

- I thought you'd gone to bed.
- What a terrible evening.

It was fun!

You can hardly complain
about the other guests.

The evening was damnable!
And you made it more so!

Staring into the eyes of
that scented degenerate!

You may go, Speer.
I'll ring for you in a while.

Now, what is this about?

Who is this man Pope?
Where did he come from?

And why is Father
investing in his business?

When did he ever
invest in my business?

You don't have a business.

Then when did he
ever invest in me?

And why was Lady Brockenhurst guiding
him around the room like a show pony?

How did he manage that,

when she barely spoke a civil
word to either of us all evening?

My poor darling.

What relation is Mr Bellasis
to our host of this evening?

His father, the Reverend Mr Bellasis,
is Lord Brockenhurst's younger brother.

He's also his heir, although it
will be his son John who inherits,

since the old boy is considerably
healthier than his younger sibling.

John Bellasis will
be the next...

The next Earl of Brockenhurst.

The present Earl's only
son died at Waterloo.

There's no one else.

- Did you enjoy yourself?
- Yes.

Although, I am sorry to learn
that John is not a traveller.

Nonsense.
He likes to travel in Europe,

just not in the blazing
sun of the tropics.

Who can blame him?
I should say the same.

- I suppose.
- You and John are well suited.

I know, you would not say so if
you did not believe it to be true.

Good night, Mama.

But why was Mr Oliver so angry?

Mr Oliver can always find
a reason to be angry.

So, it wasn't because of
the gentleman you liked?

Mr Bellasis?

No, it wasn't that.

But you did like him?

Why?

I just wondered if you
planned to see him again.

Good night, Speer.

It sounded as if everyone was having
a wonderful time, your ladyship.

- I think it did go well.
- Isn't it bliss when they've gone?

There are only so many times one
can enquire after someone's health,

or delight in the news
of the Queen's pregnancy.

Who was that chap
in the cotton trade?

- What was he doing here?
- You mean Mr Pope?

Pope? Was that the name?

Yes,
I thought he was a nice fellow.

He was more amusing than those
women you stuck me with over supper.

- Why was he in our drawing room?
- Because I like him.

How do you know him?

- Thank you, Dawson.
- Yes, Ma'am.

Maria Grey has grown
up to be a pretty girl.

She used to be so serious,
always with her head in a book.

- Now she looks quite charming.
- Hmm, lucky John.

I hope he deserves her.

They had new dresses on tonight,
mother and daughter.

They knew John would be there it
doesn't do to look impoverished.

Certainly not in front
of one's intended.

Edmund would be forty-eight now.

I suppose he would be.

Anyway...

...I'd better turn in,
busy day tomorrow.

Good night, my dear.

- Charles must know.
- He does not.

She placed him to
her right at dinner.

Everyone noticed.

She might as well
publish it in The Times.

She wanted to put
him at his ease.

She wanted to draw
attention to him.

And why else would she do that
if she didn't want it to get out?

How long have you been
in contact with Charles?

Do you really think
she hasn't told him?

People like him do not get invited to
intimate suppers in Belgrave Square,

to tear a pheasant
with the peerage.

- My dear...
- Admit it!

People like Charles Pope

do not sit next to the Countess
of Brockenhurst at dinner!

In the ordinary way of things, she
wouldn't give him the time of day!

If you think I'm going to
listen to one word of reproof,

you have another think coming!

You're as much to blame as I am!

Me? What have I done?

You have been in contact with
our grandson, you know him!

You're even working with him,
but you never saw fit to tell me.

Anne, be reasonable.

I gave that baby boy away, because
you were afraid it might mean

fewer invitations to dinner
if we brought him up.

And now you deceive me in
this hateful and hurtful way.

Lady Brockenhurst's ignorance

was no excuse for the cruelty
of keeping the secret.

It was time she knew.
She had to know.

Now go back to your own
room and let me sleep.

Your sentimentality will
bring the roof down on us all.

When Sophia is spoken of as a...
as a fallen woman,

when doors we have worked so hard
to open are slammed against us,

then you will only
have yourself to blame.

- We must invite them back.
- Who?

Lord and Lady Brockenhurst,
of course.

- Don't be silly.
- Why is that silly?

Haven't we been
entertained by them?

Isn't it only polite
to ask them back?

They wouldn't come.

Father left early.

He was gone by the
time I came down.

He has a busy morning preparing for
tomorrow's meeting with Mr Cubitt.

He intends to talk about Oliver.
To see what he can do for him.

What indeed?

And one for you, Mrs Oliver.

Whom is it from?

An old school friend who's
in London for a few days.

She's going to an exhibition at
the National Gallery tomorrow.

- She'd like us to meet there.
- How nice.

- Should I accompany you?
- I mustn't be a burden.

What could be more boring
than the gossip of a stranger?

I'll take Speer.

Mind if I join you, Miss Ellis?

Only I've got to mend this before
she gets dressed this evening.

I was interested in what you
were saying the other day

about making the right choices
and paying for the wrong ones.

Hmm, I'm not sure how much choice
we have, in the usual way of things.

We're at the bottom
and they're at the top.

But you like the Mistress,
don't you?

I work for her, that's all.

Perhaps you don't
like being in service.

There's no perhaps about it.
Why should I?

Grovelling and lying and pretending
I'm glad to be a dog's body?

What's to like about that?

Well, why don't you try
something else, then?

And what might that be,
Miss Speer?

Nursing in some
blood-soaked hospital,

thick with the smell of disease?
No.

They've got us women stitched up and no
mistake, whichever way you look at it.

- Well, I mean to hedge my bets.
- How will you do that?

There's a situation and if it comes
off, there may be benefits for me.

- And what might that be?
- It's too early to tell.

What an unexpected pleasure. I
was about to head off to White's.

Oh, then I'm glad
to have caught you.

What have you done to your face?

A window broke,
as I was passing.

Did you break the window?

No.

Three queens.

- I might fold.
- You can't. You're my partner.

We're about to have
a winning streak.

Winning streak?

Would you recognise
one if you saw it?

I'm sorry, Bellasis,
but I really must go.

If you're off, Barton,
I may as well make tracks.

Black, you must give a chap a chance
to win some of his money back.

Black! Just, just one more
round, that's all I ask.

So, your lordship...

I'm not a lord.
My brother is a lord. I am not.

Then you may need to
talk to your brother.

So...

...to what do I owe this honour?

- It seems I'm in a spot of bother.
- How much bother?

- L1,000 worth of bother.
- L1,000?

- L1,000? Is it really?
- It really is.

Now, we are both gentlemen.

And I am also a pleasant
fellow and a reasonable one.

Yes, yes...

You have two days,
to get the money.

Well, I...

I wouldn't normally ask...

The thing is you
do normally ask.

In fact, you ask habitually.

I can't remember the last time you
came to my house without asking.

The answer is no.

- Two days!
- My God... Oh, my God...

- What do you mean, "No"?
- No. I won't give it to you.

- Is that clear enough? Not this time.
- But you have to.

I'm your brother, and I...
I need it. I must have it.

You should have thought of that
before you gambled it away.

You played with money
that you did not own.

- And this is the result.
- I didn't gamble it.

That's not what happened at all.

We both know that that's a lie.

How dare you accuse me of lying.
I am a man of the cloth.

I will not pay any
more of your debts.

You have a decent income

from your inheritance and the
Church, as far as I can tell

and your wife gives
you additional funds.

You simply must learn to
live within your means.

How dare you?

Who do you think you are?

Just because you're two
years older than me,

you take it all, the title,
the estates, all the money!

- No, not all the money.
- Do you ever think how unfair it is?

It isn't fair.

But it is the system
that we were born in to.

Well, one day John will inherit.

My son, not yours.

And he will have everything.

And when he does let me remind you,
by definition, you will be dead

and he will no longer have
to fund his father's vices.

Then good day to you, brother!

My Goodness, Stephen!

You nearly gave
me a heart attack!

What on earth were
you doing down there?

Nothing.

Do you remember Mr Pope?
He was here the other evening.

Yes, very well. And now
he's come back for some tea?

He has. He's been telling
me all about his plans.

He has a cotton
mill in Manchester.

Are you interested in
Mancunian cotton mills?

Lady Brockenhurst has
been very encouraging.

Has she, indeed?

Yes and I've delayed
him quite long enough.

Thank you for my tea.
You're very kind.

Nonsense. I so enjoyed
our conversation, Mr Pope.

I will write to you at once.

Thank you for that. Whatever
decision you may come to.

Someone's looking terribly
pleased with themselves.

Lady Maria Grey,
if I'm not mistaken?

The very one.
And you are Mr Pope.

- How do you know my rank?
- I asked our hostess about you.

Goodness. Should I be
flattered by your curiosity?

And why, may I enquire, are you
so full of the joys of spring?

Because I am optimistic
about my business.

But I'm afraid you'd
find it very dull.

You don't know that.
Why do men always presume

that women are only interested
in gossip or, or fashion?

I meant no offence.

I simply didn't think the
financing of a cotton supply

- would be very diverting.
- I'll be the judge of that, Mr Pope.

So, you tell me about
your mill and your cotton

and if I find the subject tiresome,
I shall stifle a yawn behind my hand,

then you'll realise
you've failed.

I will endeavour to
meet the challenge.

Are you on your way somewhere?

The new London Library,
I think I might join.

Mr Carlyle is a friend of Mama's and
he waxes lyrical over its merits,

which, according to him,
are vastly superior

to those of the library
at the British Museum,

though I find that
hard to believe.

Ryan is my mother's maid.
She is accompanying me.

She thinks Mama will disapprove
of our being seen together.

- Will she?
- Probably.

- Where are you headed?
- I was on the way to my office.

- I want to look in before I go home.
- And, where is that?

- Bishopsgate. In the City.
- Then we'll walk with you now.

The library is at 49 Pall Mall, so,
we won't take you out of your way.

And on the way, you can
explain your business to me,

but, please,
be as amusing as possible.

- Who was that?
- The Duchess of Bedford.

So, I might have greeted her too,
if you'd only taken me there.

Well, you've been received
by Lady Brockenhurst now,

so, it's not all downhill.

What are you doing
this afternoon?

Nothing much.
I have a dress fitting at three.

- Can I have the carriage?
- Of course. There's no need to ask.

It's hard to fill your days when
you have nothing to fill them with.

That's very philosophical.

I'm not a complete dunderhead,
whatever your opinion of me.

How would you like
to fill your days?

With my children and my position in
Society, but since I have neither,

I have to go to
fittings and embroider

and put clothes in the missionary
barrel and try to be content.

I do not talk about
your lack of a child,

because I do not
believe you want me to,

- but if there's anything...
- Please.

I've seen everyone.
I've tried everything.

There will be no children.

- James! Good to see you.
- Mr Cubitt.

William.
This is very good of you.

Did you see the new Reform
Club on your way here?

- Isn't it beautiful?
- He's a clever chap, that Mr Barry.

I'm not sure about the
politics of the place.

Full of liberals, all of
them bent on making trouble,

but it's fine work
none the less.

Are you a member of this place
yet? I put you up for it ages ago.

I'm not sure how my
application is doing.

There's quite a list, I'm told.

And the, er, the sons of old members
leap frog over the newcomers.

Ah, it'll be all right.
Two glasses of Madeira, please.

I wonder. I'm just a businessman,
with no background whatever.

Thomas and I are
hardly Plantagenets.

No, you are great and
public figures. I am not.

They'd be lucky to get you.

They won't see it in that light.

Let's talk about Cubitt Town.
How much do you know?

We'll expand the docks,
create local businesses

and build houses for
those working nearby.

Exactly. There's pottery,
cement, brick production.

Dirty stuff, but it has to be made, with
homes for clerks and bookkeepers too

and, hopefully, we can persuade
some managers to settle there.

In short, we want to reinvent the
place, rebuild it as a whole community.

Could there be, erm,
an opening for Oliver?

It's just the sort of thing
he'd love to be part of.

Oliver?

My son.

Oh, that Oliver.

I've never thought him very
taken with the business.

I don't object to his working for us,
but the demands of a project like this

might be rather more than
he'd be willing to undertake.

Oliver would be very
keen to be involved.

He's tremendously interested.

Yet he's never asked
a single question

about the development of
Bloomsbury, or Belgravia,

or any of our other contracts.

Sometimes he's not good at,
erm...

- ...expressing himself.
- I see.

And now we must part.

You go that way and I go this.

Very well, but, you win.

I did not have to
stifle a single yawn.

You'd better hurry, or the library
will be closed when you get there.

I should love to come and
visit your offices one day.

If your mama didn't think
we should walk together,

I doubt she'd find a visit
to Bishopsgate quite the...

Nonsense. You say Lady Brockenhurst
may pay you another visit,

why shouldn't I come with
her and see it for myself?

- You know her well, then?
- Well, I'm engaged to her nephew.

That is...
she and I could come together.

Nothing would give me more pleasure,
and now I should be on my way.

Polishing your skills,
Miss Speer?

I don't need to polish them,
thank you, Morris.

- They're bright enough.
- Who's in for luncheon?

I've to go and lay the table.

Just the Mistress and
Mrs Oliver, I think.

The great ladies have lunch
laid for 20 every day.

Then whoever drops in during the morning
is invited to stay and eat with them.

No one drops in here,
I'm sad to say.

What's Mrs Oliver up to?

She's gone for a drive
with the Mistress

and then she has a dress
fitting this afternoon.

- Hasn't she got enough clothes?
- Maybe.

But she doesn't have the
invitations to go with them.

What's this?

Just saying Mrs Oliver
would like to get out more.

Then she would be advised to
lower her sights a little.

I don't see that. Her dad's
as rich as Mr Trenchard.

Or nearly.

Money is not the sole criterion,
Miss Speer,

not in the society
she aspires to.

She went to Brockenhurst House,
Mr Turton.

You can't ask for
more than that.

We will have to wait and see
if the invitation is repeated.

She gets little enough
help from the Mistress.

Mrs Trenchard has more sense.
She knows where she's not wanted.

I don't agree,
if you'll pardon me, Mr Turton.

I'd say she goes where she likes and
she doesn't care what people think.

- I admire her for it.
- Then I suggest

you take your admiration up
to the dining room, Morris

- and lay the table.
- Yes, Mr Turton.

Emma says she's well.

- My goodness, what happened?
- Nothing, nothing. I, er...

...A window broke when
I was standing near it.

Does this have something to do with
how you spent yesterday evening?

It wasn't one of my best.

You know we have nothing left
to sell except this house?

If you keep going as you are, we
won't have enough to pay the servants.

- Oh, you're being ridiculous.
- I mean it!

- We pay them little enough as it is.
- Don't worry.

- I'll... I'll sort it out soon.
- Sort your face out first.

- Where will he be?
- Near the round pond,

- but what if I see someone I know?
- What could be more innocent

than a chance meeting
in Kensington Gardens?

Of course, I'm taking
a chance on you, Speer.

You'll have enough to
hang me by the end of it.

- You can trust me, Mrs Oliver.
- I do.

I may be a fool, but I do.

There he is.

- The handsome man with the stick?
- That's him.

- He looks very confident.
- Oh, he's quite in charge.

He thinks he is
here to seduce me.

So, I'll have to
make him work for it.

He'll be disappointed
if it's too easy.

Oh, Madam. You are a card.

- I wasn't sure you'd come.
- Nor was I.

- Do you mind if I sit down?
- No, please.

I'm worn out from the
dust and bustle of London.

They seem to be
building everywhere.

Yes, I was in Trafalgar
Square this morning.

Nelson's column is
taking its time.

Yes.

I keep some rooms in Isleworth
for just that reason.

To get away from all the
noise and the traffic.

Isleworth?

It's only a dining room and a bedroom,
with a servant to run things, but...

I can escape the city when I want
and breathe clean, fresh air.

How heavenly that sounds.

It's quite a secret.

I've never been to Isleworth, but
isn't it where people keep orchards

and grow vegetables
for their tables?

Yes, I believe so.

The air must be wonderful.

I must make a pilgrimage
and see it for myself.

Well, I hope you'll let me show
you my hiding place when you do.

I don't think I could
bear to miss it.

Perhaps you could suggest
a day that would suit you?

Perhaps I will.

- Shouldn't you be in the office?
- I've done enough for one day.

May I have the
carriage tomorrow?

I'll need it for
most of the day.

- Or I can hire one.
- No need, why do you want it?

I've an idea of going
out to Isleworth.

There are some kitchen
gardens and orchards for sale

- that I'd like to see.
- Why would you care?

Oh, I thought it might
be something I'd enjoy.

- I'd accompany you if I could.
- Don't worry. I'll take Speer.

And, er...

am I expected to buy one of these
kitchen gardens, or orchards?

Or my father might.

I could ask him if you
don't care for the idea.

Well, my dear father-in-law
can certainly afford it.

Would you like me
to come with you?

I should love it.

There are three for us
to see before luncheon

- and I have four to visit afterwards.
- Then you will go alone.

I'm tired out by
the very idea of it.

Don't ask about my face.

- And a good day to you too, father.
- He said, "No."

- Who?
- Your uncle, of course.

What am I to do?

I only have two days left,
or rather, one day, now.

- How much did you ask for?
- L1,000. I owe Schmitt.

Schmitt?!

- Then, you'd better pay him.
- I know.

You can't think of
anyone who could help me?

Go to a bank.

They know the family has money
that'll come to you and then me.

- Couldn't you borrow against that?
- I've tried before.

They think my brother is too healthy
and the wait will be too long.

Well, I do know a Polish chap,
Emil Tomaszewski, in the East End.

- He could get you the money in time.
- How much does he charge?

- 50%.
- 50. That's a bit steep.

Yeah, well, that's the
going rate in emergencies.

They have you over a barrel.
Is there really nothing left to sell?

Only Harley Street and
that's mortgaged to the hilt.

I doubt we'd walk away
with a penny piece.

Well, you must convince the
bank, or visit the Pole.

Do you know who I saw today, at
your uncle's house? Charles Pope.

Trenchard's prodigy?
Was he there again?

He and your aunt were having
tea in her private sitting room.

I caught them as he came out.

Something's going on.

I think she means to
invest in his business.

What?!

- Aunt Caroline? Why?
- Exactly. Why?

- Do we know anything about him?
- No.

I don't like the hold he
has over Lady Brockenhurst.

She's making a fool of herself.

How can we find
out more about him?

Well, as it happens, I'm quite friendly
with the younger Mrs Trenchard.

She told me her father-in-law
has known Pope for a while.

How friendly?

Well, I bumped into her in
Kensington Gardens and we talked.

- Indeed?
- Do you want my help, or not?

Talk to one of their servants.
They know more than anyone.

Yeah, that's not a bad idea.

Mrs Trenchard's maid was
with her when we met.

I'll speak to her.

There must be some history
between Charles Pope and Caroline.

If we find it out...

maybe she'll pay to keep
the information secret.

- You mean we should blackmail her?
- Certainly I do.

And you could start us off by finding
out the secrets of the Trenchards.

Excuse me. Are you
delivering for Mrs Trenchard?

Mrs Babbage, but yes.

Can you give this to Ms Speer?

- She's one of the maids.
- Why don't you give it yourself?

Turton? The butler?

What makes you think
he'd listen to me?

He likes money, sir.

And you want to talk to Miss
Ellis, the Mistress's maid.

She's been with the
family longer than anyone.

- Oh, and she also likes money?
- I'd say so, sir.

And how would I meet these two?

You'll find Mr Turton in
the Horse and Groom Pub,

in Groom Place,
just off Belgrave Square.

He's there most days, before luncheon
at noon and before dinner at six.

Thank you, Miss Speer.
You have been very helpful.

Now I must hurry.

I have to dress Mrs
Oliver for dinner

and we should plan what
she's wearing tomorrow.

For her trip to Isleworth.

Oh, I'd be very grateful if you said
nothing to your mistress about this.

I'm a servant, sir.

We don't tell anything
they don't need to know.

Who's going with
us to Glanville?

I s'pose I'll be dressing Mr
Oliver as well as the master.

Morris here,
is coming as first footman.

He'd do it, but I don't believe
Mr and Mrs Oliver will go.

- Don't you?
- I hope not.

Mrs Oliver hates to travel.
She doesn't see the point of it.

Not when all that's waiting is
a draughty house and boredom.

I'm glad I'm going to Glanville.
I enjoy myself when I'm there.

Yeah, of course you do.

You sit there talking
to the local boobies

about the new shops that have opened
in Bond Street and the new fashions,

and what the Duchess of This
said to the Countess of That,

until they think you've got
the ear of the Queen herself.

She could do worse
than listen to me.

What are you talking about?

Miss Ellis has been regaling us with
the delights of a stay at Glanville.

Don't remind me.

Three days of torture
being shaken to the core,

followed by four weeks of
tedium in a muddy desert.

You've got that in
common with Mrs Oliver.

I have nothing in
common with Mrs Oliver.

Mr Pope is outside, sir, asking
for the honour of an interview.

Then bring him in.

I hope I don't disturb you, Mr
Trenchard, but I have some news.

Of course not.
Won't you sit down?

I... I won't, if you don't mind.

I'm too excited.
Lady Brockenhurst has written.

I saw her yesterday and her letter
arrived this morning at the office.

- And it brought good news?
- The best of news.

I believe I have all
the money I need.

Nobody has all the
money they need.

With your help and hers, it
means I can pay off the mortgage,

buy new looms and
re-tool the factory.

I can plan my visit to India,
appoint an agent out there

and then sit back and watch
as our production grows.

Not that I will sit back,
of course.

And you still have no clue as
to the reason for her interest?

She likes me. I can see that.

But she's never explained how she
came to hear of me in the first place.

Well, well. One mustn't look
a gift horse in the mouth.

Is that good news too, sir?

I'm a member of the Athenaeum.
They have allowed me to join.

I wonder if Mr Cubitt nudged
them to overcome their distaste.

- Nonsense.
- Let's test the membership.

We will make them
give us some lunch.

Excuse me. May I help you, sir?

My name is Trenchard.
I'm a new member here.

Ah yes, Mr Trenchard.
Welcome to the club.

Will you be taking
luncheon with us today?

- Absolutely!
- With Mr Cubitt, sir?

Mr Cubitt? No.

It is customary for a new
member's first luncheon

to be with the person
who proposed them, sir.

- Is it a rule?
- Not a rule, sir, no. Just a custom.

Well, it is a custom we
must set aside for today.

I am here with my...
with my guest, Mr Pope.

Very good, sir.

To the health of
your new venture.

I've, er...

I've made a few calculations
which I'd like to show you.

I see a lot of myself in you.

High praise, Mr Trenchard.

I don't know what I've
done to deserve it.

Excuse me.
I'm very sorry, Mr Trenchard,

but business papers are not allowed
in any part of the building.

- And that is a rule, I'm afraid.
- Of course.

Thank you, sir.

Does he remind you
of Robespierre?

They're very officious,
I must say.

They should be proud of any member
with business papers to show.

Should I be worried that you
keep a secret house in Middlesex,

with a grand bedroom
and a silent servant?

Would you rather we were
at my set in Albany?

You should probably get dressed.

I'm dining in town and you
should be home in time to change.

I might give my horse a
rest and come back with you.

- If only we could.
- Can't we?

My dear.

I'm travelling with Speer
in my husband's carriage.

- Where are you meeting your maid?
- The Bridge Inn.

Can you help me with this?

- Do I have to lace it?
- No!

That's only for
comedies in the theatre.

The laces are tied, I just need
help with the hooks down the front.

Hmm, right.

Yeah, well, next time,
it might be an idea

if you were to wear something
a little less complicated.

I can hardly walk down the
streets in my dressing gown.

Even for you.

Oliver?

- How did you know where I was?
- They told me at your office.

I've been waiting
for 20 minutes.

- Mr Pope and I were celebrating.
- Mr Pope?

Why is he here?

Well, he's had good
news about his company

and I've just been accepted
as a member of the club.

Your father has been wonderfully
kind and encouraging.

What's the good news?

Someone else is willing to join
Mr Trenchard as an investor.

You seem very adept
at getting people

to put their hands in their
pockets. If only I had your gifts.

That's enough.
If Lady Brockenhurst...

Lady Brockenhurst will put
money into your company...

I must leave you, gentlemen.

I have been away from
my desk long enough.

Would you please enlighten me?

Why does everyone want to
give money to that bumpkin?

What's behind it?

There is some element to this
business that you have left unsaid.

You know his late father
was an old friend of mine.

- So old, I've never heard of him.
- Have you not?

He asked me to look after his son
when Charles first came to London.

Then you've
certainly managed it.

Here, I came to give you these.

Mr Trenchard!

Let me help you.

So... where shall we
hold our next tryst?

You decide.

But what a difference
these railways will make.

Oh, in what way?

We could already go to Brighton
and be back in time for tea.

And soon it will be no more than
five, or six hours to travel to York.

The prospect makes
me feel quite giddy.

Hmm, why does everything
have to change?

I like things the way they are.

Nothing has to change
about this afternoon.

And now I really must be gone.

Don't make me wait too long
before I see you again.

- Is Father home?
- Not yet. But he will be soon.

Then let us enjoy a few minutes
of peace before he shows his face.

I wish you wouldn't be so harsh.

Has he spoken to you...

...about the Isle of Dogs?

Yes.

- You don't sound very excited.
- Should I be?

Normally you're angry about
being left out of things.

I am.

I'm even angrier now.

Your father has gone out
on a limb with Mr Cubitt.

I did not ask him to.

Maybe not,
but it was all on your behalf.

My father has always wanted
me to be something I am not.

It is my fate to disappoint him.

- I'm sure that's not true.
- It is even more true...

...now that he's found

the perfect embodiment of
all the virtues that I lack.

You mean?

Mr Charles Pope.

I found them lunching
together today.

I wish you did not dislike him
so. One day you may regret it.

You mean when my father has made
Mr Pope his heir and displaced me?

That day will never come.

I went to see an agent.

He's given me descriptions of some
gardens and orchards up for sale.

That being why you said you
were visiting Isleworth.

I thought they might be useful.

So, now I have an alibi?

Thank you.

I'm ever deeper in your debt.

We must go.

- You're early.
- I couldn't work.

I had lunch with Charles today and
he told me that Lady Brockenhurst...

Thank you, Ellis. I won't
change for dinner quite yet.

- Very good, ma'am.
- I'll ring when I need you,

but take the pink
with you now and

see if you can get the mark out.

We should have a password for
when the coast is not clear.

How sad to think we have so
many secrets that we need one.

Now, tell me more
about your luncheon.

He arrived at the office,
full of the news.

- We went to the Athenaeum.
- Have you been accepted?

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I only heard this morning.

I dare say I shall be
asked to leave soon.

Why?

Because she is giving him the
money. And when people learn that,

well, they'll guess the secret.
It's over.

Sophia will be remembered as a slut
and we'll be down in the dirt with her!

Why didn't I give him the full
amount when he needed at the start?

Why didn't you?

Because I thought it
would be too easy.

I'll go and speak to her.

- What good will that do?
- None at all probably,

but it can't do any harm.

Today, at the club...

...I wanted so badly
to tell him the truth.

Oh, Anne.

My heart kept urging me that he
should hear it from his grandfather,

rather than have it whispered
on every street corner.

- But you didn't tell him?
- No.

- But was I right not to?
- James...

...when we put the child away
from us and turned our backs,

we chose a life of lies.

Now those lies have
returned to haunt us...

...and we must manage
as best we can.

Mr Turton, is it?

Could be.

- Do I know you, sir?
- No.

But I understand we might
be able to do some business.

You and me?

I doubt you and I would have
much business in common, sir.

But that's where you're wrong.
I'm, erm...

well, I'm looking for some
help in a private matter,

and you could just be the
right man for the job.

Why would you think that?

Well, I've asked among my acquaintance
and yours was the name they suggested.

And a Miss Ellis.

- The mistress' lady's maid.
- Just so.

So, would it be possible for you to
work with Miss Ellis on my behalf?

I need some information
about the Trenchards.

What makes you think
I would betray them?

Betray is a harsh word,
Mr Turton.

I merely want to know
more about the family.

And I am led to believe,
in certain circumstances,

- that you might be willing to help.
- What circumstances?

Well, there'd be a small reward
for your assistance, of course.

How small?

That rather depends
on the results.