All language subtitles for Sanditon S03E02

♪ ♪

LADY SUSAN:
This is not the life
I would have expected for you,

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

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Louisa Brereton!

LADY DENHAM:
You will not accept

one penny
of that man's money.

Miss Markham.

You have quite
the reputation.

This is Mr. Starling.

He and I are
to be married.

LOCKHART:
I am the rightful heir

to your father's fortune.

I suggest you find
yourself a lawyer.

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(seagull cawing)

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RALPH:
My dearest Charlotte,

I picked these from
the hedgerow beside the river.

They are to remind you of home.

I hope it will not be long
before Georgiana's situation

is resolved
and you can return to me.

I'm counting the hours
until we are married.

Until then, Ralph.

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(horse snorts)

(seagulls cawing,
people talking in background)

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Good day, Mr. Parker.

(exhales)

Good, good day,
Lady de Clemente.

My brother has
charged me to ensure

everything is
fit for a king.

(chuckles)

And this is to be where your
musical triumph will take place?

ARTHUR:
Do you think His Majesty
will approve?

Because his visit will
really put Sanditon on the map.

Oh, I have no doubt.

(exhales):
Splendid.

Splendid!
(chuckles)

Now, may I be so bold as to
ask advice on the program?

Oh, I would be honored.

I'm very keen to ensure
the evening's entertainment

suits His Majesty's
rather excellent taste.

To this end, we have engaged

the celebrated
American soprano

Miss Elizabeth Greenhorn!

Oh, bravo, Mr. Parker.

A tour de force, indeed.

I thought: a lone bagpipe
to start proceedings.

A soft, melancholic air,
traveling across the water.

You don't care for bagpipes?

Oh, I adore them.

Though I fear the King
does not share my enthusiasm.

(gasps softly)

A violin, perhaps.

A violin would be
most agreeable.

(giggles)

Bonne chance, Mr. Parker.

(giggles)

MARY:
We promised we'd help.

TOM:
Indeed we did, my dear,
and help we shall,

but everyone I've approached
on Georgiana's behalf

has turned us down flat.

But surely the chance

to win such a case would enhance
any lawyer's reputation.

Yet every plea for help
was met with an excuse

which excludes them.

Only Lord Montague was honest
enough to cite the real reason.

Which is?

The Lord Chancellor appointed
to hear Georgiana's case

holds views which are not
sympathetic to her cause.

Then Georgiana's inheritance
will be lost.

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Another lawyer turned her down.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Then we must keep searching.

(Hankins singing, approaching)

Ah, Sir Edward,

I see you are getting on
splendidly with today's task.

(chortles)

You know, I consider your
progress under my tutelage

to be most encouraging.
(chuckles)

Thank you, Mr. Hankins.

It gives me some hope
I can be saved after all.

You doubt it?
Oh, not only doubt, but...

Fear.

You have come so far.

There's no need to despair now.
(chuckles)

(humming)

In truth, I've been
thinking about

committing my thoughts
to paper.

How so?

A meditation in the form
of a confessional poem.

They say poetry is the
purest form of literature,

so it may be a chance to reveal
my purest self and find peace.

(chuckles)

(breathes deeply):
I must be honest.

I am delighted
with the changes

I appear to have
brought about in you.

A testament, perhaps,
to my tutelage.

Indeed it is, Mr. Hankins.

I am grateful
for your expertise.

In order to allow for
contemplation and creation,

I would request the
rest of the day to myself.

Sir Edward,
you have my blessing.
(chuckles)

Go now,
set about it at once!

(chortles heartily)

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Tom has a most tenacious spirit.

He will find a lawyer.

He will not give up.

All these lawyers
think my fate is sealed.

They can think again.

I will never give in.

Perhaps they know what evidence

Lockhart is intending
to produce?

This has convinced them
not to take my case.

Then we must delay the trial
to give Tom more time

to inquire about Lockhart's
dealings in Antigua.

If Lockhart's hiding something
he's planning to reveal,

it will not be the truth.

He certainly hid his
true self from me.

I swear.

We will expose him
for what he is.

If I lose my father's
inheritance,

I lose my independence,
my place in society.

And without that status, how
can I hope to find my mother?

LEONORA:
Miss Heywood!

You're still here!

Does this mean
you're staying for good?

Miss Heywood. Miss Lambe.

Come now, Leo.

Let's leave
Miss Heywood in peace.

Forgive her
for interrupting.

She wasn't expecting to see you,

and clearly can't contain
her excitement.

I'm always happy to see
Leonora and Augusta.

There's no need to apologize
on their behalf.

Then I won't.

Good day, ladies.

Enjoy your tea.

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I shall delay my return
to Willingden.

But what of Ralph?

He'll understand.

How could I
possibly leave you

before this awful business
is resolved?

I refuse to believe there's
not a single lawyer in England

brave enough to make your case.

You should draw attention
to your cause

by composing a letter

detailing the iniquity.

To send where?

The newspapers:
"The Chronicle" or "The Times."

We must shine a light
on this injustice.

I would certainly win
if you were my lawyer.

(chuckles)

LADY MONTROSE:
If rumor is to be believed,

Miss Lambe will soon be
penniless.

It might be wiser to
refrain from your courtship

until her future
becomes clear.

If there's any truth
in these rumors,

then I cannot,
in all conscience, abandon her.

If there's to be a case,
it's not been heard yet,

so how can these gossips
be so certain she'll lose?

Of course she'll lose.

Have I taught you nothing
of the ways of the world?

LYDIA:
You have taught us
everything, Mother.

Which is why
we're the way we are.
(chuckles)

I can never tell, Lydia,

if you're complimenting me
or insulting me.

I can be grateful to your
sister in one regard.

At least she seems determined

to put the past behind her
and make a good match.

I'm going riding with
Mr. Colbourne today.

Mother is unduly excited.

HARRY:
I'm going for a walk.

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See if I can't call upon
Miss Lambe.

(birds twittering)

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Uh, Uncle...

I have left a glove inside.

Go on and I will
catch you up.

Very well.

Don't be long.
I won't.

Miss Markham.

Sir Edward.

What a stroke of luck.

What is?

Meeting you, like this.

"Luck"?

Did I not catch a
glimpse of you in the window

these past 20 minutes?

Ah, you've found me out.
(chuckles)

I was hoping to beg
an indulgence of you.

An indulgence?

I humbly request your opinion
on something I hold dear.

Something you hold dear.

Hmm, what might that be, sir?

Money? Position?

Poetry.

(laughs):
Poetry!
Yes.

I intend to write a poem,
and I would be most grateful

if you would
cast your eye upon it.

I know you're
a great lover of poetry.

Good poetry, yes.

Though I have a feeling
yours will be

mawkish, sentimental,
and without heart.

Then I must do everything in
my power to prove you wrong.

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ARTHUR:
This is your finest vintage?

HARRY:
Mr. Parker!

Clearly a man of
discerning taste!

Thank you, Your Grace.

Excellent, I shall take
a case, if it pleases you.

Mr. Parker,

have I done something
to offend you?

Oh, I give you so little
thought, Your Grace,

I can't imagine what you
could be referring to.

(chuckling)

I see.

Oh, honesty is welcome.

Um, I was hoping to call on
Miss Lambe today.

Do you know if
she'll be receiving?

As you well know, Miss Lambe

has more important matters
on her mind than visitors.

What could be more important
than love, Mr. Parker?

Nothing.

When love is what it is.

Now, if you'll please
excuse me,

I must prepare for the arrival
of the King and my star,

Miss Elizabeth Greenhorn.

The famous Miss Greenhorn?

Oh, what a coup,
Mr. Parker!

His Majesty will be enchanted.

Let us hope so, Your Grace.

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But why the sudden
departure, sir?

Might I ask
where you're going?

London.
When will you be back?

I hope tomorrow.

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It is most unusual
for my uncle

to leave without so much
as a farewell.

MRS. WHEATLEY:
Yes.

Most unusual.

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EDWARD (quietly):
"Here I am, an abject sinner,

kneeling before You, my sins..."

Revealed?

(whispers):
Revealed.

Mawkish.

Mawkish and sentimental!

(groans)

Miss Hankins.

Is something the matter?
Oh, no, no.

I just wondered
if the postman had been.

Not as far as I know.

My brother tells me you have
taken to writing poetry.

(sighs):
I'm trying to write a poem
about the beauty of the world

and my deficiency
in the face of it.

In rhyme.

But I cannot always
find the words.

Perhaps you're writing

what you think you should write,
rather than what you feel.

Speak from the heart,
Sir Edward, not the head.

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It needs to be
south-facing.

Ah.
Goodbye, my dear.

Oh, goodbye.

Uh, where are you off to,
my dear?

Oh, I hope you don't
think me rude, Mr. Pryce,

but I've arranged to see
Mrs. Filkins in the Old Town.

Oh, don't mind me,
Mrs. Parker.

Your husband and I
have plenty to do.

Yes, we're searching for the
best location for our hotel.

Perhaps you would have
an opinion, my dear.

(seagulls cawing in distance)

There.

The views would be spectacular.

PRYCE:
What a splendid idea!

Why didn't we think of that?!

My wife is quite remarkable.

(chuckles):
And I'm going now, before
I become insufferably vain.

(all chuckling)

A grand hotel,

overlooking the whole
of Sanditon.

The jewel in our crown.

You cannot put a hotel
on top of a hill, Parker.

Think of the views.

Think of the trek.

(sighs)

I, I have to be honest
with you, Mr. Pryce.

All of this is moot, anyway,

since for some unknown reason,

Lady Denham has forbidden me
from doing business with you.

Has she indeed?

If experience is any guide,

she's not a woman
to change her mind.

Challenge accepted,
Mr. Parker.

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Oh...

Oh, it's that
ghastly Lady Montrose

and her equally
ghastly daughter.

What do they want?

To get their claws
into your father.

(groans)

AUGUSTA:
Mrs. Wheatley said they had
arranged to go riding with him,

but he must've forgotten
to cancel before he left.

Why don't we extend them
our special welcome?

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Can I help you?

LADY MONTROSE:
We're here to see Mr. Colbourne.

On a private matter.

He and I are going riding.

Well, it must have
slipped his mind,

because he is not here.

To my horse, to my horse!
(Montroses cry out)

(Lydia laughing)

Come along, Mother,
there's a war to be fought here.

And when will
your uncle return?

We don't know.

He is often absent.

Is he not, Leo?

Often.

And he never tells us
when he's coming back.

Or if.

Oh, poor Leonora.

To have such a father.

Yes, poor child.

That must be such a trial.

Come along, Lydia,
don't encourage them.

Drive on!

(driver flicks reins,
horse whinnies)

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(people talking in background,
horses neighing)

SAMUEL:
Excellent scotch

and a card game that never ends.

Dear God.

Xander!

(laughs)

What are you doing here,
of all places?
I came to find you.

Well, we must have a drink,
then.

Though I, I should warn you,

I have had a
considerable head start...
There is no time.

Ten long years and you can't
even spare half an hour...

I need you to come
to Sanditon with me.

Now.

(waves crashing,
seagulls cawing)

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I believe condolences
are in order.

Condolences?

Your husband.

Oh, my husband died
20 years ago.

And I've never seen the point

of dwelling in the past.

Neither have I.

I only look to the future.

Which is why the Sanditon hotel
is such an exciting prospect.

Exciting for whom?

We hardly need
the kind of visitor

who would stay at a guest house!

You are absolutely right,
milady!

But what if we were to make it
a grand hotel?

You're all talk
and hollow promises.

You always were.

That seems hardly fair.

Have you forgotten?

Because I certainly haven't!

It was over half a century ago!

We were young then and foolish!

(sighs)

Can't you see the picture?

A magnificent façade.

Rows of luxurious suites
overlooking the sea.

We could charge
a king's ransom.

You were always driven by greed.

That's why you passed me over

for that dreadful Jane Clifford
with her 50,000.

Just one moment!

I recall it was you
who passed me over!

Balderdash!
Yes, yes, yes,

I remember it still.

The blinding sunlight

streaming through
the stained glass

as I stood there

waiting for you to arrive.

It was pouring with rain!

And I was the one
who was left waiting!

Abject nonsense.

My dear lady,
your memory is deceiving you.

With hindsight,
maybe it was a lucky escape!

Very well.

I shall go and build
my grand hotel elsewhere.

No, you certainly won't.

You'll build it
right here, on the seafront.

(ringing)

(door opens)
And I shall want a large share
of the profits!

You always were a stubborn,
shrewd young woman.

Yes, well, now I'm a stubborn,
shrewd old woman.

Show Mr. Pryce out,
please.

(chuckling)

(door closes)

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Augusta!

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(horse whinnies)

Mr. Samuel!

Mrs. Wheatley.

You look exceedingly well.

A few more gray hairs,
Mr. Samuel,

but that aside, I am well.

(quietly):
I'm afraid I haven't
prepared a room.

My apologies for
the lack of warning.

If you could prepare
the guest room.

Of course.

I'll see to it now.
Thank you.

We'll go to Sanditon
as soon as you've settled.

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En garde!

Do we know you?

No, but I know you.

Corporal Colbourne,
I presume.

Major Colbourne, to you.

(chuckling):
Oh, Major Colbourne!

AUGUSTA:
You still haven't
told us who you are.

I'm your infamous Uncle Samuel.

What's "infamous"?

(quietly):
It is the same as famous,

only better.

(chuckles softly)

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GEORGIANA:
"Mr. Lockhart

"wrongfully claims that he

"is the rightful sole heir
to the late Mr. Lambe's fortune.

"Mr. Lockhart's
entire claim

"is a fiction and an outrage.

"An insult to a...
(voice catches)

...a dying man's final wish."

MARY:
Oh, my dear.

Do you wish to stop?

"Why is this man

"to be believed
over a woman of integrity?

"Is it because
he's a White man?

If so, how is this justice?"

(footsteps approaching)

Mr. Colbourne.
COLBOURNE: My apologies
for this intrusion,

but I think, when you know
the purpose of our visit,

you will understand.

SAMUEL:
Miss Lambe,

I heartily agree
with the sentiments.

And who might you be?

Samuel Colbourne.

Your new lawyer.

GEORGIANA:
I have not instructed you.
Not yet,

but my brother has informed me
of the difficulties

that you're having.

COLBOURNE:
As soon as I heard of

your plight, Miss Lambe,

it struck me there would be
no one better.

Are you aware
that Lord Cornforth

will be hearing
Georgiana's case?

A man quite outspoken
in his views on abolition.

He will not be sympathetic.

Cornforth has no right
to sit in judgment.

The law should be handed out
without fear or favor.

I hope this sentiment

is a true one, Mr. Colbourne.

I'm not a plaything
for your amusement.

I can assure you,
if I represent you,

it will be because I believe
you can and should win.

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Very well.

Show me what you can do.

Then I will decide.

As you wish.

Come to Heyrick Park
at 3:00.

We'll talk more.

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(birds twittering)

Miss Markham.

LEONORA (groaning):
Not him again.

Another lucky encounter,
Sir Edward?

I admit, I intended
to call on you.

With what purpose?

Ah, to deliver
your poem, perhaps?

Rather to apologize
for the lack of one.

It was the worst thing
ever written, uh,

just as you predicted.

Then you have no need
for my opinion.

Oh, but I do, on all things.

I think there's much
you could teach me.

Can I ask you something,
Sir Edward?

Anything.

Do you think me a fool?

What?

You expect me to believe

that this sudden change

in sentiment towards me
is genuine.

Did it not occur
the very moment

that you discovered I am due
to an inheritance?

So, I ask you again.

Do you think me a fool?

No, I do not.

Then please desist
from this false

and rather piteous flattery.

Piteous?

Yes.

It means "deserving of pity."

Good day, Sir Edward.

Leonora,

we must hurry home
before your father returns.

(horse nickers)

EDWARD:
Miss Markham.

Miss Colbourne.

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(clicks teeth)

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(bird cawing)

Ah, Beatrice,
there you are.

Um, this, uh, this letter
has arrived for you.

From London.

How unexpected.

Hmm, Dr. Fuchs
is in London,

isn't he?

Uh, yes, he is.

But I can't imagine why Dr.
Fuchs would be writing to me.

♪ ♪

I'll read it in good time.

It will not be urgent.

Perhaps you...

I must say,
I do think you're having

great success with
Sir Edward, brother.

He seems quite changed.

As if engaged in some
deep internal battle

with his very soul.

Yes, yes.

You're very kind, sister.

I am very pleased
with his progress,

although no doubt
the Almighty is also

having a hand in his
transformation.

(both chuckle)

Yeah.

Now I must get on.

Are you going in?

I think I'll just sit here
for a moment and enjoy the air.

Yes.
(sniffs, chuckles)

♪ ♪

(inhales softly)

FUCHS:
Dear Miss Hankins,

Yesterday,
I was given the opportunity

to listen to a
young man's beating heart

through a simple wooden tube.

It was clear as day...

"...and I cannot wait to share
this discovery with you."

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(Arthur speaking indistinctly)

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Lady...
Come, come, come, come.

Here, here, go, here.

Mr. Parker?

(chuckling):
Mr. Arthur Parker,
musical impresario.

(chuckles)

(exhales)

(sniffs, clears throat)

(breathes audibly)

I hear the King
has a new favorite.

A younger favorite.

It's the talk of the
London drawing rooms.

Poor Lady de Clemente.

To be cast aside.

Like an old shoe.

Lady de Clemente, may I?

It is a matter of great urgency.

Of course.

It is terrible news, is it not?

What is?

(whispering):
The King has changed his mind.

He is no longer coming
to the recital.

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Ah, yes, that.

I had heard.

My condolences, Mr. Parker.

I imagine he has found
another form of entertainment

to please him more.

You must help me,
Lady de Clemente.

You're the only one who can.

I'm afraid in this regard,

I no longer have the King's ear.

I am sorry.

Truly, I am.

But there is nothing to be done.

(chair slides)

♪ ♪

(breath trembling)

(birds twittering)

PRYCE:
Right by the sea wall.

Sea air makes people giddy.

(chuckling):
We can charge them the Earth
and they will pay.

But are you proposing

we knock down these houses

where the fishermen live?

The Grand Hotel Sanditon
will be part of your legacy.

And when the
King comes here--

and he will return
after tonight's triumph--

he will stay

in the finest hotel
in England,

with a magnificent suite
and a view of the sea.

(exhales):
Yeah.

(birds cawing)

HARRY:
Mr. Parker?

Anything amiss?

I cannot help but notice

you're not your usual
ebullient self.

There is nothing amiss-- what
would give you that impression?

Judging from your demeanor,

I would deduce
that whatever's happened

is something of a catastrophe.

Given that you informed
Lady de Clemente of the matter,

I would also deduce it has
something to do with the King.

Rumors he has taken
a new mistress, perhaps?

Oh.

Poor Lady de Clemente.

It pains me to say,

but yes, the King will not
be coming to Sanditon today

or any other day.

(sighs)

But you have worked
tirelessly,

and it must be distressing

to see your efforts
go to waste.

It is worse than distressing.

When Miss Greenhorn
finds out,

she'll refuse to perform.

I will be a laughingstock.

My brother will be
humiliated,

not to mention
exceedingly out of pocket!

Come now, there will be
a solution.

(exhales, trembling)

I think not.

I think so.

♪ ♪

Why does Miss Greenhorn have
to know the King isn't coming?

It will be somewhat impossible
to keep it from her

when she is serenading
an empty throne!

Worry not.

She's an American.

With an
artistic disposition.

We shall just...

Dazzle her.

With pomp!

(laughs)

(animals chittering, lowing)

I hope you're prepared for

what I'm about to ask you,
Miss Lambe.

It is you who should
be prepared, Mr. Colbourne.

Please, come in.

Miss Heywood.

I would be grateful
if you would wait here

so Miss Lambe and I can
become better acquainted.

I'll wait with you.

(exhales)

♪ ♪

(clears throat)

You must answer my questions
honestly.

The truth is the truth.

I have no fear of it.

♪ ♪

(horse neighs)

Miss Greenhorn.

(breathlessly):
Arthur Parker,

your humble servant.

Welcome to Sanditon.

No need to bow to me,
Mr. Parker, I'm not royalty.

I know you have performed in...
grander locations.

I do hope this one
will not disappoint.

In truth, I should have gone
straight to Paris from Vienna.

Coming here is
something of an inconvenience.

But the chance
to sing for a king,

a woman of my color,

it's unheard of.

For both of us.

HARRY:
Lord Montrose,

Duke of Buckinghamshire,

at your service,

Miss Greenhorn.

(evenly):
Your Grace,
please excuse us.

Miss Greenhorn,
I know the King has

an encyclopedic knowledge of
the classical canon.

When the recital is over,

it will be my honor
to present you to him.

I look forward to it.

Miss Greenhorn, my servant
will escort you to your room.

We have it prepared.

Thank you, Mr. Parker.

I hope you enjoy
the recital, Lord Duke.

(door closes)

(horse whinnies)

Do not fret, Mr. Parker.

(exhales)
All will be well.

(exhales)

SAMUEL:
You live alone.

Is this to allow for
guests?

What are you implying?

I think you know exactly
what I'm implying.

I thought you were to
leave Sanditon after the party.

No, I stayed for Georgiana.

And your betrothed?

He had to return to Willingden.

To his farm.

Oh, he's a farmer--
like me.

(chuckles)

Nothing like you.

How was your stay in Bath?

It was pleasant enough.

And your return to
Willingden?

Pleasant enough.

Only pleasant?

More than pleasant.

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Oh...

♪ ♪

SAMUEL:
Why are you still unmarried?

Because I've yet to find
someone who is worthy of me.

But you've had
several

romantic interludes
with several men.

There was
nothing improper.

You live alone--
how would we know?

Because I am saying it.

You have a reputation!

For what?
Rabble-rousing.

You're vocal in your
condemnation of slavery.

Of course I am.
And yet,
it is because your father

wooed your mother
that you are here.

You are the very product

of slavery,
Miss Lambe.

Without it,
you would not exist.

Did your father's slave...

My mother's name is Agnes.

Did she set out to seduce him?

No!
A woman of

such low morals...
Stop!

...whose only desire
was to trap...

That's enough!
...a decent man!

I apologize.

Sincerely.

But this is necessary.

You must be prepared
for these humiliations.

Lockhart would not
have brought this claim

unless he had compelling
evidence against you.

And they will be merciless.

It will take
every ounce of strength

and character you have
to endure it.

♪ ♪

Leo and Augusta
talk of you often.

I think they
miss your presence.

Do they?

Profoundly.

(door opens)

Mr. Colbourne has been
quite judicious

in demonstrating
the public distress

Mr. Lockhart
could cause me.

I don't think I can
subject myself to it.

(door opening)

This trial will take place
in two days' time,

even if she's in absentia.

And if she will not
defend herself,

she has little hope
of winning.

Please wait until tomorrow
before you leave.

I'll try to persuade her
to continue.

Thank you.

(birds chirping)

Don't underestimate
Miss Heywood's resolve, Samuel.

♪ ♪

MARY:
But those are people's homes,
Tom.

Hm.
He can't build on top of them.

I hope you told him that.

Of course I did, yes.

MARY:
Good.

Because that would
be unscrupulous.

You are, you are right,
my dear, of course,

but, but, um,
please don't worry.

It will never happen.

Lady Denham
won't stand for it.

Now, now, come along now,
Georgiana needs us more.

(clock ticking)

You'll be leaving, then?

If Miss Lambe
refuses your help?

Why?

Sanditon has changed.

For the better.

I might stay a while,
see a little more of it.

If you can bear my company.

I'm sure I could tolerate
a few more days of it.

We should have
a shooting party.

Like the old days.

Bring this place
back to life.

You hated those parties.

I was younger then.

Why not?

Besides, it might be a good
opportunity to

introduce Augusta
to some suitable young men.

SAMUEL:
Of your choosing.

Should she not be able
to meet and choose

a suitable young man
of her own?

You're hardly the person
to lecture me on duty.

(laughs)

I will concede you that.

For now.

The young lady must be
very important to you,

for you to
swallow your pride

and ask me for help
after all these years.

Miss Heywood is a former
employee, nothing more.

I was referring to
Miss Lambe.

AUGUSTA:
Uncle.

Yes, Augusta.

I have something of
a headache.

May I ask your permission
to stay at home

rather than
attending the recital?

Of course.

♪ ♪

So, where is this
great plan of yours?

You said all would be well,
yet Miss Greenhorn

is even now preparing to
meet His Majesty!

Calm yourself.

We shall simply tell her
he's due to arrive late

and she'll meet him
after the performance.
Hm.

By then, she'll have had
such clamorous applause,

she'll barely mind.
No.

No, I, I cannot
bring myself to lie.

Least of all to an artiste.

(sighs)

(knock at door)

Come in.

Ah, Mr. Parker.

Is everything ready?

As it will ever be,
Miss Greenhorn.

And if I may say,

there are no words
to describe your beauty.

We are honored.

Honored.

GREENHORN:
I have had a great deal

of assistance.

Thank you for the flowers,
Mr. Parker.

They smell divine.

You have made me most welcome.

There is something
I must tell you,

Miss Greenhorn,
before you sing for us.

I'm afraid the King
is indisposed

and will not be attending
the recital after all.

I see.

He sends his
abject apologies.

He is distraught,
but urgent royal duties

have taken precedence.

Well, it's very charming of you
to say that, Mr. Parker,

but I doubt it.

I have one question,
though,

and ask you to do me
the courtesy of the truth.

Was he ever coming?

Yes!

But...

It was no ruse to dupe you,

Miss Greenhorn.

Mr. Parker cannot lie.

It's not in his nature.

The King let him down,

and it was my idea
to keep it from you.

I am less of a stranger
to an untruth

than Mr. Parker could
ever be.

That I believe.

I'll pay you, of course,

even though
you will no longer perform.

If I refuse to sing,

you'll lose
a great deal of money.

Then it would be
churlish of me not to perform.

I'm only sorry for your King
that he won't get to hear me.

(chuckles)

Now, if you'll
permit me, gentlemen,

I must prepare.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I'm delighted for you,
Mr. Parker.

Of course,
I never doubted it.

I understand
the artistic disposition.

Once Miss Greenhorn
sensed her audience,

the call of her art
was too strong.

All is well.

As you predicted,
Your Grace.

I can now say,
hand on heart,

that I did not always
share that belief.

That was my mistake.

(both chuckling)

CHARLOTTE:
If you don't want to go,

we can stay here.

I'm not leaving you.

Everyone there
will be talking about me.

What does it matter,
Georgiana?

We, your friends,
know you to be

the good and principled
woman you are.

So why don't you put on
your finest dress

and show those gossips
you're unbowed?

♪ ♪

A moment, Arthur.

Tom...
Just a moment,
Arthur.

♪ ♪

Mr. Parker?

A word.

Lady Denham, what a
picture of elegance you are.

Don't flatter me,
it makes me suspicious.

Now, to our business
with Mr. Pryce.

Our business?

(chuckles):
Forgive me,
I am somewhat confused.

I thought there was
no business.

Mr. Pryce and I
have come to an agreement.

TOM:
An agreement?

And I am fully behind

his splendid plans

to build a hotel
beside the sea wall.

We're going to
make a fortune, Mr. Parker.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

Yes.

(orchestra playing)

Am I boring you, Xander?

What gives you that idea?

You seem distracted.

Are you expecting someone?

You seem unduly concerned
with what I'm doing.

It's rather unnerving.

Just making up for
lost time.

LADY MONTROSE:
Mr. Colbourne!

Your Grace.

Lady Lydia.

Allow me to introduce
my brother,

Mr. Colbourne.
Delighted.

My mother and I
called on you,

but you were away.

Although we received
a warm welcome

from a tiny soldier.

My apologies.

I had urgent business
to attend to.

LADY MONTROSE:
Apology accepted.

On the firm understanding
we can do it another time.

Of course.

(orchestra continues)

I see Miss Heywood
is here.

Do excuse me.

(birds cawing)

I must speak to
Lord Montrose.

I wish him to know
what my plans are.

♪ ♪

Miss Heywood.

How is Miss Lambe?

She's here.

Her courage
knows no bounds.

Have you persuaded her
to fight her case?

No.

But I'm still trying.

(chuckles)

Would you please
excuse me?

Certainly.

♪ ♪

Oh, my dear friend,
I'm so sorry.

It's what men do,
Charlotte.

They grow weary.

Age comes upon them,

and there's always
another beauty

to make them feel young.

Well, he may be the King,

but if he were here,

I would tell him I think him
foolish beyond measure.

(sniffs):
I do believe you would.

Oh, my dear Charlotte,

you do lift my spirit.

You will find someone
that will give you

the love and constancy
you deserve.

Be happy.

Like you are?

Yes.

May I offer a few words,

as someone more experienced
in affairs of the heart?

Yes.

If Mr. Starling is indeed

the man
to make you truly happy,

you should go to him.

Georgiana needs me.

I'm sure that's true.

But you must also be sure
that she's not just an excuse.

For what?

Not to return to Willingden.

The life
you've resigned yourself to.

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

Sir Edward.

Miss Markham.

You received my note?

Evidently.

I was afraid you were
attending the recital.

To be paraded in front of
yet more suitors by my uncle?

I told him
I had a headache.

You said it was of the
utmost importance

you meet with me.

Indeed it is.

And for what reason?

To walk with you.

That is all.

Then...

Let us walk.

♪ ♪

PRYCE:
How long do you think
we may have to endure this?

A few interminable hours,
perhaps days.

If you expire,

I'll have you
removed-- discreetly.

(laughs)

I'd forgotten how
entertaining you can be.

(chuckles)

The greatest mistake
in my life

was not joining you
at that church

on that rainy day.

♪ ♪

(clearing throat)

Your Graces,

lords, ladies, and, uh,

good people of Sanditon.

I, I know...

...many of you have come

to see the King, but...

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Parker was kind enough
to ask me to sing

at this prestigious recital,

and I was honored to accept.

(audience applauding)

However

we have just been informed
that your King

has been detained at court...
(audience exclaims)

...on urgent royal business.

(audience exclaims)

Now, I know
Mr. Parker is concerned

that I will feel let down,

but I want to assure him

that I do not.

I accept the King's
humble apology most graciously.

To sing is who I am.

It is my true calling.

Now I am
ready to perform

for you.

And I am proud to do so.

Tonight,

I dedicate my performance of
"Porgi, Amor"

from
"Le Nozze di Figaro"

to any ladies here present

suffering
a heartache of their own.

May you find strength

and comfort in my song.

(audience applauding,
music begins)

(music playing)

♪ Porgi, amor ♪

♪ Qualche ♪

♪ Ristoro ♪

♪ Al mio duolo ♪

♪ A'miei sospir ♪

(music continues)

(waves lapping)

♪ O mi lascia ♪

♪ Almen morir ♪

♪ O mi lascia ♪

♪ Almen morir ♪

(holds note)

♪ Porgi, amor, qualche ristoro ♪

♪ Al mio duolo, a'miei sospir ♪

♪ O, mi rendi ♪

♪ Il mio tesoro ♪

♪ O mi lascia ♪

♪ Almen morir ♪

♪ Almen morir ♪

(music continues)

♪ O, mi rendi ♪

♪ Il mio tesoro ♪

♪ O mi lascia ♪

♪ Almen morir ♪

(music continues)

(piece ending)

(applauding)

(audience exclaiming)

ARTHUR:
Bravo!

(audience applauding)

Bravo.

(applause continues)

HARRY:
God save the King,

Mr. Parker.

Please,
call me Arthur.

(applause and cheers continue)

Did you enjoy the music?

Very much.

And you?

Very much.

Samuel Colbourne.

At your disservice.

Lady Susan de Clemente.

I assume you've heard
the gossip about me.

You've come to rub salt
into the wound?

I never listen to gossip.

I prefer to fathom out
people for myself.

It's much more rewarding.

Besides,

there are so many
interesting things

going on in Sanditon
that require

careful observation.

♪ ♪

Mr. Colbourne.

Miss Lambe.

When do we leave?

Tomorrow,
first light.

Will you come?

Of course.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

GEORGIANA:
Whatever Lockhart threatens,

he will not win.

LYDIA:
My mother is determined

that Mr. Colbourne and I
would be well-matched.

LADY SUSAN:
It's not that I wish
to interfere.

But a little
gentle encouragement?

Miss Heywood.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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