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[opening theme]

NARRATOR:

And suddenly, there she was,
amidst the endless hillside,

running for her life, Yet as she
fled, each step seemed to take

her further away from...

from any memory of
where she was headed.

Running, running,

running, running...

Do you even know where
you're going with this?

Hi.

Hi.

I'm ready to return this.

OK.

So what did you think?

I think I'm definitely
ready for something lighter.

I told you it's
not just the title.

So what do you recommend next?

Oh, I think I have
just what you need.

So when I was a girl, I lived
in this section of the library,

OK?

Jane Austen
singlehandedly got me

through my parents' divorce and
well, every one of my breakups

after.

Just imagine writing the
definitive perspective

on women's lives and
struggles in the 1800s, OK?

These books are revolutionary.

And this one, this
is my favorite.

It's got everything.

It has love, and
heartbreak, and family,

and most importantly, Mr. Darcy.

Who?

OK.

Only the most iconic
heartthrob of all time.

Believe me.

This will make you
forget all about cholera.

Well, in that case, thanks.

Ethan?

Hello, my love.

I was just wrapping up.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was thinking, if
your wonderful and gracious

supervisor didn't mind,
I might steal you away

for a little anniversary dinner.

Oh, flattery will get
you everywhere with me.

We're closed.

You two have fun.

OK.

So I'll see you tomorrow,
right, because I'm opening?

SUPERVISOR: Yup.
Have fun, sweetie.

That's it.
Thanks.

Thank you.

It's not OK.

We're practically
in the kitchen.

We're going to make the food.

When I booked the reservation,
I asked for their best table.

I'm going to say something.

No, no, OK.

I think it's beautiful.

WAITER: Excuse me.

Wait.

You know what?

It actually does remind
me of our first date.

Oh, when I fell for
those fake tickets?

We spent the whole
concert eating string

cheese in the parking lot.

Just trying to guess
what song was playing.

Well, you're actually
really good at it.

Thank you.

And you don't let go of a
guy who memorizes every lyric

to every Foreigner song.

Well, thank you.

That's kind of nerdy.

Oh, thank you.

It's a skill.

[distant chatter]

I love you.

It's been an
amazing three years.

You look stressed.

Is it the book?

I'm sorry.

I just-- I haven't experienced
this kind of writer's block

before.

It's like I know
the who of it, but I

just can't figure out the why.

You just need
some inspiration.

Maybe.

Maybe I should
request some time off.

We could drive out to the
country, clear your head,

connect to nature.

Hmm.

Nature, my mortal enemy.

No.

I prefer concrete rooms.

I'd write masterpieces
in prison.

What's wrong?

My phone.

I must have left it.

Oh.

Where did you have it last?

I think it's at the library.

The library?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We'll just-- we'll
swing by and grab it.

That's weird.

Nat never closes up this fast.

[guitar strumming]

What?

[singing] You don't
have to read my mind

to know what I have in mind.

Honey, you ought to know.

Now you move so fine.

Let me lay it on the line.

I want to know what you're
doing after the show.

Now it's up to you.

We can make a secret
rendezvous, just me and you.

I'll show you loving
like you never knew.

Because I'm hotblooded,
check and see.

I got a fever of 103.

Come on, baby.

Do you do more than dance?

Because I'm hotblooded.

I'm hotblooded.

Will you marry me?

- Maybe?
- I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just-- I froze.

I feel terrible.

It was so romantic too.

Have you never just
thought that things

were supposed to be different?

I just always thought
that I would be walking

along the sidewalk one
day, and like a dashing

stranger would just come up to
me, just sweep me off my feet.

You've just
described a kidnapping.

And also, that
guy doesn't exist.

Well, Darcy exists.

Oh, boy.

Here we go.

She's rambling about Jane
Austen's characters again.

No.

Darcy was real.

Actually,
definitely fictional.

Come on.

Time to go.

Did you see that?

See what?

It's a shooting star.

Quick.
Make a wish.

Yeah.

Like a do-over?

I wish for Mr. Darcy.

Or that's fine too.

Now go home and
consider reality.

Where to?

21 Highland Drive, please.

Oh.

Uh.

What is that

Smell?

[horse neighing]

What is happening?

Excuse me, sir?

I think you took a
wrong turn somewhere.

Almost there, miss.

Where is there?

Did Ethan put you up to this?

Look, this is really cute, and
terrifying, and everything.

But I would really like my
cell phone back now, please.

Best to brace yourself inside.

After last night's rain,
the road is a bit irregular.

Oh.

[music playing]

She's arrived.

She's here at last.

Mr. Bennet.

Girls.

Come out at once.

My dear Harriet.

The ride must have
vanquished you.

Oh.

We are so delighted to have you.

How was your journey?

Pleasant enough?

How are you feeling?

Perhaps something to
drink or some food?

We have quite an
accomplished cook.

Yes.

Or perhaps you could simply give
the young lady room to breathe.

Sideburns.

Oh, you poor dear.

I imagine it's all
quite overwhelming.

Hello.

I'm Elizabeth.

But you can call me Lizzy.

Do Americans wear nightgowns
during the daytime?

Is that a real question?

These are your other cousins.

Jane.

Delighted to make
your acquaintance.

And Mary.

Hello.

Hello.

You must be Harriet.

I am Lydia.

It's so good to meet you.

And the one crawling
all over you is Kitty.

Hello, cousin.

Is it customary to not
wear shoes in America?

Good heavens.

Kitty.

Kitty, go and fetch
her some of yours.

Wait.

So Jane, Lizzy, Mary,
Lydia, and Kitty.

Bennet.

I often find myself quite
underwhelmed by the thought

as well.

This is a bit.

You guys are messing with me.

Because I said maybe, and now
Ethan has set this all up,

right?

Let's get you inside.

Wow.

So you never break character.

OK.

Well, I'm in as long as you
guys have breakfast burritos

because I'm starving.

10 weeks at sea is sure
to confuse the best of us.

Rest and nourishment
is all that is needed.

Wow.

Oh, the classic art,
the ornate furniture.

The detailing of
this place is unreal.

You never see this
level of commitment

and experiences anymore.

A few months ago, I did
that Titanic exhibit.

I think they faked the letters.

Cousin, I do hope
you'll be recovered

enough to accompany us to
the assembly in Meryton

this evening.

Meryton.

We're actually going to Meryton?

Yes.

Mama has been conspiring
to introduce us to

our new neighbor, Mr. Bingley.

He's a single man
of large fortune.

Perhaps Cousin
Harriet can borrow

some clothes for the ball.

I dare say she shan't
fit into any of mine.

You are free to take
any of my dresses, cousin.

Yes.

Wear Jane's.

Her figure is more
ample, like yours.

Lydia, move.

Almost there.

We just need to get
your stomach in.

OK.

I think we're
going to need a lot

more than an inhale for that.

Just one more deep breath.

I mean, is this
really necessary?

It just feels like
it's excessive.

You look beautiful.

Oh, I can't feel my legs.

Doesn't she look
lovely, Lydia?

Jane, you may have to compete
for Mr. Bingley's attention

tonight.

Shush.

I'm just going to
sit down for a second.

No.

Best to keep you upright.

Come along.

[music playing]

There are many fine gentlemen
in attendance tonight.

OK.

I'm officially freaking out.

There are over 100 people
here, and they are all wearing

authentic Regency costumes.

I mean, honestly, I'm impressed.

Who produced this?

James Cameron?

You'll be less impressed
once you actually meet

the gentleman in attendance.

You should know, Lizzy is
the most cynical individual

in all of Hertfordshire.

And Jane is the most
hopelessly idealistic.

Hello, Lizzy.

Hello, Jane.

Have you heard Mr.
Bingley has arrived?

Was he as handsome
as they say?

Only to the most
hopelessly idealistic.

Charlotte, do meet Harriet,
our cousin from America.

America?

Oh, what is it like
there, Harriet?

Oh, Charlotte.

Well, they really
did cast everyone.

Strange creature.

Look, Jane.

There he is.

Who is that woman
standing with Mr. Bingley?

It's his sister.

And who is that?

Lizzy, that's who I've
been speaking with you about.

Mr. Darcy.

Oh, boy.

Jane.

Mr. Bingley is behind you.

There you are, a vision
fit for engagement.

Good evening.

Mr. Bingley, I presume.

We are so pleased to
make your acquaintance.

This is my eldest
daughter, Jane.

Mrs. Bennet, I
admit I recently

heard tell of the beauty
of the Bennet women.

But the rumors
pale in comparison

to the beauty before me.

You flatter us, Mr. Bingley.

Wow.

He's good.

Everyone says I
have the prettiest,

most accomplished girls
in all of England.

Yes.

But forgive me.

Allow me to introduce my
charming sister, Caroline,

and my dear friend, Mr.--

Fitzwilliam Darcy of
Pemberley in Derbyshire.

So sorry.

Who's your friend?

Are you already acquainted?

No.

I'm just, I'm very
involved in the community.

This is our cousin,
Harriet, from America.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Who cares for a dance?

[waltz music playing]

Should we ask
Mr. Darcy to dance?

Oh.

I think it'll be kind of
weird after my whole--

oh, you mean you.

Mr. Darcy, do you
care for dancing?

Not if I can avoid it.

Pay him no mind.

Whoever do you mean?

Jane is simply magical.

Perhaps her sister
catches your eye.

There's no one
here to tempt me.

You should return
to your partner.

She's easily the most
tolerable of them all.

Darcy, you are far
too difficult to please.

Excuse me.

Hi.

I've always struggled
with this part.

You know, the obnoxious
locker room bravado?

And just so you know,
that tolerable woman

is the best thing that
could ever happen to you.

And the only embarrassing
thing is how long

it takes for you to see it.

Wow.

You're hot.

What a strange creature.

Shall we?

Harriet, what did you say?

You left him
positively speechless.

Oh.

Oh, I don't dance.

Oh, we're dancing.

When did you all learn this?

Ages ago.

[waltz music playing]

[clap]

LIZZY: What is the noise?

Oh, dear cousin, join us.

Quietly now.

I needed the jaws of life to
break me out of that corset.

Do any of your backs
feel different?

No?

Oh.

You're still young.
- Pray tell.

How many years are you?

OK.

Well, let's just say I'm
old enough that it's not

not weird to me that we're
all sitting in our nightgowns

together.

My goodness.

You're older than 25.

I'm older than 30.

My dear, without a husband?

You're practically
fit for an asylum.

I find it rather inspiring.

Do you have a
suitor back home?

I do.

Well, he proposed
to me the other day.

Oh, Cousin Harriet.

You are to be wed.

Well, not exactly
because I said--

I said maybe.

Maybe?

Maybe.

Oh, how spectacularly modern.

What about your family?

It's not really
a factor for me.

Are they all dead?

No.

It's just not
really the same now.

You know, in America.

How spectacularly freeing to
be able to decide on your own.

Or to not decide at all.

It's the silver
lining, I suppose.

Does he love you?

Yeah.

He really does.

I think that is splendid.

Wait.

So you really don't know
Ethan, or Natalie, or Wendy?

Are these relatives?

I thought this game
would have ended by now,

but I'm starting to feel like
I'm the only one in on it.

We would love to play
this little game with you.

I think I'm going
to go lie down.

Just hope that I wake up
in a couple centuries.

Candle.

[giggles]

What is going on?

I think at that age,
you get very tired.

[rooster crowing]

Good morning, cousin.

It's super creepy,
Kitty, or Lydia.

Kitty.

I brought you one of
my dresses to wear today.

You don't happen to have
my cell phone, do you?

Oh, great.

More corsets.

Breakfast is ready downstairs.

I just need to
take a quick shower.

So where is the bathroom?

On Saturdays, we use a basin.

Basin.

Certainly explains the scent.

OK.

I'll stick it out.

Come along then, cousin.

Up up, up, up, up.

It's still creepy.

Still creepy.

Oh, Harriet.

Do come and join us.

Did you sleep well?

We were hoping to
go into town today.

Kitty, for goodness
sake, let the girl be.

Would you like some toast?

Thank you.

I'm starving.

I should think embarrassing
a man of such rank

should make a woman ravenous.

[laughter]

Lizzy, that is not a
behavior to encourage.

You should be endeavoring
to be more like your sister

Jane, who found
herself a worthy suitor

last night in Mr. Bingley.

He is simply magical.

Lizzy, whatever happened
last night with Mr. Darcy?

I do not wish
to spend any more

time speaking on the matter.

Personally, I find
Harriet's choice

of being an old maid heroic.

Old maid is a bit harsh.

Lizzy, you must come to
realize that finding a husband

is not akin to what you
read about in books.

There is the grave matter of
resolving your status in life

and the status of your family.

Love is truly a luxury
only afforded to men.

Well, I find that to be a most
tragic view of life, mother.

So how much longer does
this whole thing last?

Breakfast?

[bleating]

Kitty, look.

Can you imagine
marrying an officer?

Yes.

I absolutely can.

Now girls, for
the stew tonight,

we need three onions and
eight perfect potatoes.

Ethan?

Ethan?

Ethan?

Ethan.

You're not Ethan.

Sorry, miss.

I have no money.

Please take my hat.

Wait.

What year is it?

The year of our Lord.

1813.

There's no planes.

There's no power lines.

This isn't a game.

I'm stuck in Pride
and Prejudice.

Tell me again what happened?

We just found her like this.

What do we do?

I do not know.

Do you think she
went stark raving mad?

Perhaps.

Or perhaps she's depressed
because she's an old maid.

You do realize I can hear you.

Oh, my dearest cousin.

We were simply worried sick.

Thank you, girls.

I'm fine now, really.

Mother said she found you
lying face down in an alley

Well, I'm relatively fine.

Look.

It's nothing.

I'm just-- I'm homesick.

It's been a long trip.

A letter for our
Jane from Netherfield.

Well, my dear.

What does it say?

Make haste, my love.

It is from Caroline Bingley.

She invites me for
supper at Netherfield.

Oh, Mr. Bingley will be out.

It is most unfortunate.

May I take the carriage?

Child, you shall instead
travel by horseback.

My dear, the storm.

Hush.

This way, should the
weather cooperate,

she will be forced
to stay the night.

Or maybe she'll catch a cold
and be forced to stay longer.

Even better.

[rain pouring]

[knocking]

[delicate sneeze]

[rooster crowing]

Now, now.

This is for the best.

What is for the best?

It's our daughter's well-being.

How you do not
equate their marital

status with their well-being
is your own folly.

So how's Jane?

Word from Netherfield
is that Jane is ill.

Who could have
ever foreseen that?

Papa, worry not.

Harriet and I shall
go to Netherfield

ourselves to tend to Jane.

OK.

But I see where this is headed,
and it's way too far to walk.

We need to use the carriage.

Nonsense.

It is such a beautiful day.

We absolutely must enjoy the
glow in the wake of the storm.

OK.

So I can't rewrite
the walking part.

That's great.

It's impossible to
love nature this much.

Actually, it's a
pretty cheap attempt

at character development.

I just favor the fresh smell
of the grass after a storm.

No.

I don't, and that grass is
getting your dress dirty.

And if Caroline
sees you like that,

she's going to call you a pig.

I refuse to imagine
someone looking

upon nature in such a way.

Wow.

So you'll just stick to
the script regardless.

Netherfield.

Mr. Darcy, I do hope you
will be staying longer with us.

There are so many things that
I propose we do together.

Miss Elizabeth.

Harriet, welcome.

Mr. Bingley.

Dear girls, the outdoors
are outdoors for a reason.

You look right
fit for a pig pen.

Well, I think the exercise
has given your complexions

a newly-found brilliance.

What a kind thing to say.

Thank you, Mr. Bingley.

How is my sister?

There has been
some improvement,

but I have sent
for the apothecary.

Please, let me
show you her room.

Wait here, will you, cousin?

I--

You know what I would
really love to see?

It's just even better than
I could have imagined.

Do you read books much?

Well, I practically
live in them.

In some ways, the pages
within these walls

are just as much a part of
me as my own skin and bones--

like this one, Evelina.

This one taught
me that confidence

is an admirable trait to have.

And you can be both
strong and kind.

Is something the matter?

No.

It's-- it's just
this place reminds me

of somewhere I've been before.

When we first
started dating, Ethan

took me to Burlington,
which is one of the oldest

libraries in America.

You must care a great
deal for this Ethan.

I do.

I do.

I guess.

I guess I've just been waiting
for it to feel like this.

Like a library.

Yeah, Mr. Darcy.

I've been waiting for love
to feel like a library.

Seems like a
silly notion to me.

I am feeling much improved.

You are not.

You need rest.

But Lizzy, I
cannot remain here

any longer on such kindness.

Nonsense.

Jane, you shall remain
here until you are well.

It is not an imposition
in the slightest.

Now Elizabeth, I
entreat you to join

us downstairs in the sitting
room so your sister may rest.

Jane, I will have you a
plate fixed for supper.

MR. DARCY: Please.

Lizzy, come sit.

Mr. Darcy, I simply must
see your sister again.

I have told her already of
your intention to see her.

Well, I pray you
to tell her again.

The last incident in
which we made company,

we both laughed
until our faces hurt.

Yes.

I should think it's a popular
occurrence in your company.

You, on the other
hand, I believe

my sister would quite enjoy.

Me?

I somehow doubt that.

On the contrary, she is a
passionate admirer of America.

You know who your
sister would love?

Elizabeth.

My sister has refined taste.

I would think that a
woman interested in America

would value Elizabeth's
emotional strength

and curiosity.

But perhaps, dear
cousin, that curiosity

falls short of a sibling
with presumably no faults.

You presume I have no faults.

I was of the understanding we
were speaking of your sister.

Of course.

As for you, Mr. Darcy, it is
quite evident you have faults

as they flow from your every
pore, your principal defect

being your propensity
to hate everyone.

And yours is to willfully
misunderstand them.

Who's ready for dinner?

Starving.

Good evening, dear Harriet.

Mr. Darcy.

I wasn't expecting you.

Nor was I expecting you.

Had I known you had
intentions for a stroll,

I would have made
certain to accompany you.

Well, maybe I
like to be startled.

Oh.

Do you know what I find
most attractive about you?

No.

It is your mind.

You spend your life learning
of the finite possibilities

of woman, only for one to come
along and completely redefine

them, the peculiar manner
in which you speak,

your complete lack of decorum,
your remarkably white teeth.

You know who also has
great teeth, is Elizabeth.

You know, growing up, I always
saw a lot of myself in her.

You say this of your cousin
who is 10 years your junior.

How odd.

Your mind fascinates me.

It's a figure of speech.

Don't read into it.

Perhaps I can entice you to
stay behind for another day?

You could watch me write
correspondence whilst walking

endlessly about the room.

Yeah.

That does sound enticing.

But I just remembered
it's my turn

to clean out the horses'
stables tomorrow,

and I can't miss that.

So good night, Mr. Darcy.

What just happened?

Good night, dear Harriet.

Dear Jane, the color
has returned to your face.

Oh, yes.

I'm feeling much
better this morning.

I'm just disappointed I've
missed another festivities.

Oh.

You did not miss
much, I assure you.

Did you not then enjoy
your time with Mr. Darcy?

Cannot even stand
to hear the name.

If there is one man
roaming this Earth

whom I can swear I will
never find a softness for,

it is Mr. Darcy.

[moan]

Oh, dear cousin.

You in the other hand are
looking worse for the wear.

The mornings are rough.

But the mornings are the
very best part of the day.

Each one gives birth
to new possibility.

[groan] OK.

I have to tell you
guys something.

OK.

I don't know how
to tell you this.

I can see the future.

How far into the future?

I mean, pretty far.

Oh, my.

Are you mad?

That is also
still a possibility.

No, Jane.

I've noticed her do it
before at Netherfield

with the muddy dress.

Yes.

What does it feel like
when you see the future?

It feels like
I'm reading a book.

And then later on, when those
things happen in real life,

it feels like I'm
living that book.

So that's what I've been doing.

I've been living a book.

Oh.

I would imagine it burns.

Yeah, sure.
It burns.

And that is why
you are all the time

moaning and making
those dreadfully

uncomfortable noises.

Not all the time.

But OK, yeah.

Sure.

That's part of it.

We shall test you.

A test?

Yes.

To prove you speak the truth,
we shall ask you questions

about things that will come.

And if you do indeed
read the future,

then you shall know
what things will come.

Oh, what a splendid idea.

Who do we marry?

No.

No.

Let's cancel the test.

Oh, cousin.

We must know who we marry.

I will simply die
if I do not know.

OK, Jane.

It's-- it's Mr. Bingley.

[giggling]

OK.
Cool.

Test over.
- Oh.

That is easy.
I could have told you that.

OK, my turn.

Who do I marry?

Is he tall and dashing?

It's--

[muttering]

Pardon?

[muttering]

What?

It's Mr. Darcy.

I'm sorry, Lizzy, but it's true.

Well, now I know
you're not only mad,

but you're also cruel.

At least he's rich.

[giggle]

Yeah.

I know.

Thank you, sir, for
your generous hospitality.

It was my immense pleasure
to nurse you back to health.

Mr. Darcy.

Miss Bennet.

Seeing as you
desired it so much,

I see no better
owner for the book.

Thank you.

Please do send word
of your safe arrival.

[music playing]

There she is.

Oh, Jane.

This is such a relief to
see you well and good.

Thank you.

That would be a new concern.

What's the matter with her?

Darling.

Hi, Papa.

How good it is you've
arrived in time for supper?

We shall have a special
guest at our table tonight.

Mr. Collins.

I congratulate
you, Mrs. Bennet.

And what for, Mr. Collins?

The house is all
so well maintained.

The walls, in particular,
do not show their wear.

And while I did not see these
walls when they were new,

I can only imagine it was
similar to how they look now.

And such fine daughters.

This is excellent pea soup.

I would believe
it among the five

best that I have ever eaten.

[sputtering]

Am I to understand
that these vibrant peas

were grown on the property?

MRS. BENNET: Yes.

In fact, they were.

Most splendid.

You see, the reason I inquire
about these delicious peas

being grown on the
property is to measure

the value of this estate.

It is of interest
to me as its heir.

Well, how kind of to
spare us the mystery.

My understanding is
that you intend to fit

your daughters for marriage.

Yes, that is true.

I admit that I am
quite instantly attracted

to your daughter, Jane.

I must inform
you, Mr. Collins,

that the eldest Bennet daughter
is very soon to be engaged.

Yes.

But Miss Elizabeth
is next in line

and has all the qualities
of which you seek.

Would you not agree?

No.

No.

I would think that
not agreeable.

Then the next eldest, Mary.

Indeed.

Mary has a countenance
that I perceive

as very fitting for a wife.

What a wonderful
remark to make.

Kind remarks are an
easy hobby of mine.

It takes very
little effort for me

to craft one effective in
earning a woman's response.

What's going on?

Shh.

Well, it appears
congratulations are in order.

My dear, I hope
you'll be very happy.

Yeah.

Thank you, Papa.

Thank heavens.

We are saved.

Well, now it is done.

Mr. Collins is to wed Mary.

But I suppose you
already knew that?

Mr Collins wed Mary.

No.

No.
No.

No.

It's not right.

Mr. Collins, are you sure you
got a good look at everyone?

There's no one
else that you might

want to propose to,
like maybe someone

just like not in this family?

I beg your pardon.

Harriet, you must
stop all this at once.

Mr. Collins, please
pay no heed to Harriet.

She arrived here merely days
ago after a lengthy voyage

from America.

Perhaps we could all
use some fresh air.

Yes.

Do you speak of
someone in particular?

I can't with you.

Mary.

You can't marry him.

Of course I can.

You barely even know him.

Well, and the parts of him
that you do, I mean, come on.

Really?

Like Mama says, we are not
all afforded the luxury of love.

Someone must protect our family.

OK.

And one of your sisters
eventually will.

But it does not have to be you.

It does not have to be now.

And it definitely does not
have to be to that weirdo.

Look, take care of
your family, but not

at the expense of yourself.

I'm sorry that you
cannot understand

what needs to be done.

Not all of us have the
freedom to pick apart

suitors or reject proposals.

Well, I said maybe.

Look how pretty.

That bonnet would
look lovely on you

if only you had the
money to buy it.

Lydia.

Pardon me, ladies.

I do not intend to
give you all a fright.

Beautiful things have a
way of distracting us.

George Wickham at your service.

Oh.

Ms. Bennet.

Jane.

I was just on my way to
Longbourn to enquire after you.

It is a joy to see
you, Mr. Bingley.

You are well, I hope.

Yes.

I'm feeling much better.

Thank you.

Then I hope you will accept
an invitation to the ball

at Netherfield tomorrow.

There is much to celebrate, and
we shall have an honored guest.

The duchess herself will attend.

I hope you ladies
will be in attendance.

And Mr. Wickham
must come as well.

Yes.

Mr. Wickham, please do join us.

She walks in beauty,
like the night.

Of cloudless climes
and starry skies,

of all that's best
of dark and bright.

What is he doing?

You have inspired me to
write poetry, Miss Harriet.

It's very sweet.

It's very plagiarized.

Well, how fitting then
that you now inspire

me to actually write it.

I wish you farewell, ladies.

Now, would anyone like a hat?

Oh, me.

Oh, spare me.

Mr. Wickham?

I noticed some tension
between you and Darcy.

Why don't you go
ahead and tell Lizzy

what that was all about, hmm?

Well, I believe it all
began with Mr. Darcy's father.

The old man had always
taken kindly to me,

and when he passed,
he left me a larger

inheritance than his own son.

I can only assume
it was bitterness

that led Darcy to steal that
inheritance for himself.

I suppose you could say it
was less tension between us,

and it was Mr.
Darcy's own jealousy.

I find that it is easier to
be blinded by a man's fortune

and consequence to only see him
as the way he wants to be seen.

OK, Darcy didn't
steal anything.

You spent it all.

You wanted more.

And then he cut you off.

Harriet.

I shall see you
both at the ball.

Oh.

Ugh.

Lizzy.

No.

[knocking]

Hey, can we talk?

I would think you would
already know the answer.

Look, I'm sorry about
what happened today.

I did not mean to
hurt your feelings.

First you say I
am to wed Mr. Darcy,

and now you humiliate me
in front of Mr. Wickham,

without any intent on
hurting my feelings.

There are just certain
things that I know,

and I just do not want
you to be disappointed.

Wickham does not come
to the ball tomorrow.

It is so, cousin,
that everything you know

happens to ruin my life.

Well, I suppose this will
serve as the perfect test

of whether you can read
the future after all.

I am destroying Jane Austen.

[waltz music playing]

Your grace.

Let me introduce my
daughters in order of age--

Jane, Elizabeth, Mary,
Catherine, and Lydia.

Oh, and I almost
forgot, our very eldest

cousin, Harriet, from America.

It's a great pleasure to
see all of you here tonight.

And Jane, I've heard
about Miss Jane

Bennet, the belle of the ball?

Charles said he was throwing
this ball in honor of my visit.

But I think it might
be a simple excuse

to see Miss Bennet again.

Ah.

I see you have met
our guest of honor.

Now if I may be so presumptuous
as to ask for a dance.

Miss Harriet.

Good to see you.

Have you seen Mr. Darcy?

No.

I haven't, but I have a
feeling he'll pop up somewhere.

You Americans
and your feelings.

Oh.

Hello, Charlotte.

I pray you.

Have you seen Mr.
Wickham this evening?

I have not.

But I'm dying for you
to make an introduction.

Good evening.

Would you happen to
know where your sister

Mary has run off to?

I had visions of
asking her to dance.

She went off with Mrs. Bennet.

But have you had the pleasure
of meeting Charlotte yet?

I have not.

I have just now had visions
of asking you to dance.

You cannot help but to
meddle, can you, cousin?

But--

[applause]

Welcome.

Welcome.

Welcome to Netherfield.

We are so pleased you could join
us on this beautiful evening.

Now, let's dance.

[waltz music playing]

[applause]

Miss Bennet.

Mr. Wickham.

Mr. Wickham.

Mr. Wickham.

Mr. Wickham, what
are you doing here?

How good of you to join us.

And good of you to have me.

With my tardiness,
I fear we have

much dancing to catch up on.

Well, then time
is of the essence.

Well, time is of the essence.

I knew I would
find you in here.

You really have
to stop doing that.

Forgive me.

But I'm in such great pain.

Oh, no.

What's wrong?

Love, Miss Harriet.

It is the terrible
agony of love.

Please.

I must make a confession.

Do you really have to?

I simply must.

I adore you.

Do you though?

You are a stranger that
seemingly fell from the sky.

And now I find myself--

I find myself--

Bewitched?

Precisely.

It's like you're inside my head.

You have bewitched me.

And now I have but
one question for you,

my dear Harriet, my
strange creature.

[shudders]

Will you make me the
happiest of men and be my wife?

This is the moment I
have always dreamt of,

and you are the man that
I have always dreamt of.

Then it is settled.

But now that it is
happening, for real,

this is not the feeling that
I have always dreamt of.

But feelings can grow.

I'm in love with another man.

You belong with another woman.

I could never love again.

I know the feeling of falling
for the idea of someone,

but that feeling is tied to
an idea and not a real person.

You don't need me, Mr. Darcy.

You need a real person.

Very well.

I shall be on my way.

We need to talk.

Just why must you
insist on tormenting

my every relationship?

OK.

You're right.

I have gotten in the way.

Well, at least we
agree on something.

OK.
But listen.

This, Lizzy, it's
not who you are.

You speak the truth.

I did not feel myself tonight.

I feel better.

I don't know how this works
or who I should be addressing.

I'll just jump right in.

It's me.

Hi.

I'm the problem.

It's me.

She really is a voice
of a generation.

I'll get back to it.

I've messed everything
up, and I really

don't know how to fix it.

I made the wish
because I thought

that the answer to everything
was Mr. Darcy, that one day,

some man would just
fall into my life

and make everything perfect.

But maybe love
isn't about finding

some magical puzzle piece
or writing the perfect book.

Maybe it's about the
moments between the pages.

I don't know.

I just-- I guess I'm just
kind of scared now because I'm

scared that it's too late,
that I won't get to see

Ethan again, that I
won't get to tell him

how much he means to me.

So please, please,
please, please,

please just let me go home.

Well, that's it.

[rooster crowing]

Yeah.

We get it.

Mr. Bingley has left.

ELIZABETH: Please, Jane.

Open the door.

JANE: Caroline wants to help
to marry Mr. Darcy's sister.

Jane.

He's just misguided, OK?

He loves you.

What does it matter?

He's gone, and he shall
not return this winter.

I-- I've lost him.

And you said that
we were to be wed.

My dearest Jane.

This must be Mr. Darcy's doing.

Wait, Lizzy.

You might be right
because in the book--

in the future, Darcy
convinces Bingley that Bingley

has stronger feelings than you.

Jane, you have to go to London.

You have to get him back.

It's the only way.

To say what?

How you truly feel.

I cannot do that.

I do not have the words.

Well, I'll come with you.

I know words.

Perhaps-- perhaps
it is time I do

take matters into my own hands.

Go, Jane.

I will see to Mother.

Let's rewrite this story.

I love a dramatic exit.

[music playing]

So what do you guys
do about the nausea?

Listen.

We did not think
this part through.

What would we say?

Too late for that now.

Just move.

Jane.

What in the world
are you doing here?

And why on Earth
are you running?

We came all the way to
London to give you a message.

Jane has something
she would like to say.

Jane, I did deeply
regret the need to leave

so quickly on business.

Yes.

And I did receive your note.

It's just that Mr.
Bingley, Charles,

upon receiving your note, I
was forced into considering

a future without you.

And I dare say I grew
terribly sad at the notion.

You are generous, and kind, and
you have a fine head of hair,

which is no small thing.

It's true.

And I dare say I
find myself to be

helplessly falling for you.

Well, this is
most inappropriate.

I really didn't see it
playing out like that.

[rooster crowing]

Morning, Mrs. B.

Harriet.

Lizzy said you'd gone
to London with Jane.

I was quite thankful for that.

Oh.

I don't think you'll be thanking
me after you hear how it went.

Are you OK?

Lizzy and I had quite the
argument while you were out.

She contended that I care
of nothing but the marriage

of my daughters.

You know that at
times, I may be a bit

overbearing with
the girls, but it's

only because I know
well the alternative

to timely matrimony.

All I want in this world is for
my daughters to be cared for.

Of course I want them happy.

But in order for
happiness, there must

first be safety and security.

Those things, after all,
are the foundation of love.

I wish I'd had a
mother that cared

that much about my happiness.

Being a mother is
an impossible endeavor

my dear, almost as impossible
as being a daughter.

[screaming]

MRS. BENNET: Jane.

What is it?

It's Mr. Wickham.

Oh, no.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Lizzy has run off
with Mr. Wickham.

Wait, Lizzy?

She'll be ruined.

OK.

Well, that's a little
ironic coming from you.

I would never.

I will fix this.

Cousin.

Cousin.

Cousin.

What is happening?

The changes to the story
are starting to compound.

Lizzy didn't connect
with Darcy because of me.

And then Collins proposed to
Mary instead of Charlotte.

And then Wickham showed
up at the ball, which

should never have happened.

And now Lizzy
thinks she's in love

with him instead of Mr. Darcy.

Don't worry.

I got this.

Oh, dear.

I must apologize for my
behavior during the proposal.

I apologize for my proposal.

I apologize-- I apologize
for my behavior.

Mr. Darcy?

Miss Harriet.

Forgive me.

I was just rehearsing an
apology for someone else.

Yeah.
Yeah.

OK.

We don't have time for that.

I need your carriage.

Chop chop.

Lizzy ran off with Mr. Wickham.

Did she say where she went?

All I know is that
they're getting married.

There's only one
place they could be.

And has the lady
the family's approval?

The lady has more than that.

She has the courage of
her own convictions.

That is well and good, but
in the eyes of the Lord--

Stop.

Darcy.

George, you must stop
at once with the charade.

I'm afraid I do not follow.

Lizzy, what are you doing?

You don't love him.

But love is a luxury
only afforded to men, is it

not, cousin?
- OK.

Well, if you intend to marry
for practical purposes,

there are things that
you need to know.

For heaven's sake,
Harriet, just let it go.

I have overlooked your
many transgressions,

but I will not stand
idly by while you

deceive an innocent woman.

What will it take
this time, George,

for this is the last
time I shall consider

relieving you of your debts.

Is this true?

You have debts?

Name your price,
but let this woman go

and say nothing to
impugn her reputation.

Do you really think
our love will be--

10,000.

George.

Let us speak plainly.

Your dowry cannot compete
with such a fortune.

Lizzy.

Lizzy.

I'm so sorry.

No.

No.

I must apologize.

What hurts the most is that
I was wrong about everything.

I've always considered
myself a curious thinker.

I guess I was
blind to the truth,

no matter the attempts you made.

You were right about everything.

Cousin.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm just not used to being
on this side of things.

So I just wanted to
enjoy it for a moment.

Look.

You have taught me more
than you'll ever know.

I'm just happy I could
return the favor.

Ladies.

Your chariot awaits.

Come on.

Let's go home.

Yes.

Mr. Darcy, I
want to thank you.

It was incredibly kind
of to come to my rescue.

Your cousin did
all the rescuing.

I was merely a conduit.

I confess I'm
terribly embarrassed.

I behaved as though
under a spell.

We can all behave madly
when we believe we're in love.

You misunderstand me.

I'm embarrassed for the
way I have treated you.

I'm afraid I unfairly
judged your character.

I fear, Lizzy, that I have
given you plenty to misjudge.

Aw.

Sorry.

Ooh.

Tired.

Americans sleep
more than sheep.

I've never seen such a thing.

(WHISPERS) It may be
a reflection of age.

Mr. Darcy, you're a surprise.

[thudding]

You know what?

We're almost back.

I think I'll walk from here.

You intend to walk
the rest of the way?

What can I say?

It's a beautiful day.

[whistling]

Mr. Bennet, I bring
word for Mr. Collins.

Girls.

Mr. Collins.

What does it say, my dear?

Mr. Collins is breaking
off the engagement.

We are doomed.

OK.

It might not seem like it, but
this is a very good thing, OK?

It's-- it's a very
good thing, guys.

OK, I promise.

It's a very good thing.

Oh.

What are we to do
to restitution?

Lizzy.

[horse neighing]

Goodness.

Is that Mr. Bingley?

Oh.

About time.

Oh, dear.

He brings Mr. Darcy as well.

Hurry.

Hurry, girls.

Make yourselves presentable.

[clears throat]

Mr. Bingley desires
an audience with Jane.

Alone.

Kitty.

Lydia, I want to see.

I want to see.

We can't see.

Miss Bennett.

Mr. Bingley.

I was a great fool in London.

Your words to me were
so true that I have

spent days thinking of them.

In my haste, I questioned
your intentions.

And for that, I am deeply sorry.

But I refuse to allow you to
become my greatest regret.

Oh, Charles.

My heart is and
shall be forever yours.

Will you do me the greatest
honor of becoming my wife?

Yes.

Where in the heavens is Lizzy?

Oh, my dearest.

You are next.

Elizabeth, I must
apologize to you.

Whatever for?

The conversations
I had with Bingley

that dissuaded him
from pursuing Jane.

My words had an effect
I did not intend.

I made the mistake of
assuming your sister

was indifferent to him.

Perhaps rather I was
merely projecting

your indifference to me.

I'm far from indifferent.

I must admit I'm relieved to
hear you say it, as my coming

here today was not solely
in support of Mr. Bingley,

but rather for
intentions of my own.

Oh.

What might those
intentions be, Mr. Darcy?

Will you do me the
honor of being my wife?

[piano music playing]

[tires screeching]

I'm home.

Oh, my-- my phone.

Oh, my phone.

Oh, I have missed you so much.

Lady, I'm going to need
you to get out of my cab now.

Wait, wait.

Can you just do me
a teeny tiny favor?

Can you just take me to my
boyfriend's apartment instead?

Scram.

It was real.

Hey.

Beat it.

Some hospitality we
have in the present day.

An app download?

Ugh.

Somehow, this is
worse than the horses.

OK.

And we're off.

[pop music]

(SINGING) Into the chaos.

Into the chaos.

Woo-oh.

Follow my heart
to the other side.

Into the chaos.

No, no, no.

Woo-oh.

Follow my heart
to the other side.

[buzzer]

Ethan, it's me.

Look before you say anything,
OK, just let me get this out.

I don't deserve you
after what I did tonight.

You know what, maybe I
never really did deserve you

because all you've ever
done is put me first

and love me unconditionally.

And just at every turn,
I've just given you maybes.

The truth is as I was
struggling with me, I've just--

I've spent my
whole life escaping

into stories because I've
just been too afraid to be

myself in this one.

And all that's done
is kept me from you.

And I don't even want it to
be my story anymore, you know?

I want it to be ours.

Because I love you,
Ethan, and I just,

I never want you to feel like--

[beeping]

Voicemail maximum
time reached.

Seriously?

[quietly crying]

Ethan.

Hi.

How much of that
did you catch?

Enough.

I'm so sorry.

You didn't have to apologize.

It wasn't the way I
wanted to find out,

but if you're not
there, you're not there.

No, no, no, no.
See, that's the thing.

I am there.

And I'm here.

You know, I'm here,
and I'm there.

OK.

What are you-- where
are your shoes?

I've been on a
journey tonight,

like, like really far back,
like further than you can even

imagine, you know, emotionally.

But I just feel like I'm
seeing things so clearly now.

And I've just been so
frustrated with my book,

and I've just been
worried about not being

where I should be in my life.

And, and, oh-- look.

Look, I found this.

This is a first edition.

Where-- where'd you--

Yeah.

That's the book that
inspired Jane Austen.

Oh.

Well, I guess you found
what you're looking for.

No, see.

I don't-- I don't need this.

No.

You're the only inspiration
that I need, OK?

You're-- you're
my wish come true.

Ethan, will you marry me?

Maybe.

Wait.

Is that a yes?

Of course.

NARRATOR: Her face
erupted into a smile.

And at long last, they kissed.

And right there, under
a bed of shining stars,

she knew she was finally home.

[applause]

[music playing]