All language subtitles for The.Gilded.Age.S02E05-SuccessfulCrab(hi)

[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

[spirited orchestral music]

♪ ♪

[light music]

[footsteps]

Good morning, Church.

I'm sorry to ask for
such an early start,

but the dinner
is almost upon us.

Of course.

Has Mrs. Bruce been shown
everything about the house

she needs to know?

Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Herrick was very kind.

And she will be here
to help on the day.

Oh. And we borrowed
enough extra footmen?

Mrs. Fish and Mrs. Depew
Were quite obliging.

And all the footmen have
come up from 61st Street.

I must decide on the service.
[glass shatters]

[laughter]

What's all this?

Have you two been here
all night?

- Not all night.
- [grunts]

We were out for most of it
and we've only just got back.

Church, I need you
to order the carriage

to take Mr. Larry and Mr. Keene
to the station in Providence.

- Very good, ma'am.
- Mm.

So you're banishing us?

Is this what they
taught you at Harvard?

How to get drunk?

That's a pretty fair assessment.

Wouldn't you say so, Malcolm?
[chuckles]

You find it funnier than I do.

Leave it.
[glass clinks]

Mr. Keene, I wonder
if Larry and I could

have a few moments together?

Of course.

I'll get changed and pack
my things, Mrs. Russell.

And I'm sorry about the glass.

You can take a cab home
when you get to New York.

And what about the dinner
for the Duke?

I thought my presence
was required.

Not if you behave like this.

[sighs]
It was just a glass, Mother.

How long do you plan
to keep playing the fool?

I don't know.

I suppose until
it stops being fun.

It's no fun for me,
I assure you.

I know you despised her.

Mrs. Blane wasn't
right for you.

That's all I'll say
on the subject.

You have to admit you're
pleased she's broken my heart.

I won't admit
anything of the sort.

I only ever want what's best
for my children.

[gentle music]

It will do you good
to be away from Newport.

There aren't any reminders
of her in New York.

Now go and get ready.

[seagulls cawing]

♪ ♪

You're kind to fit me in
before you leave for Newport.

You must have so much to do.

We're mainly going for
Mrs. Russell's famous dinner.

[chuckles] She's really making
a splash with her Duke.

I'm sorry you won't be there.

I hardly know her,

but Oscar thinks
he should have been asked.

I dare say Mrs. Russell
had her reasons.

I know he was running after
Mrs. Russell's daughter

before he met me,
so perhaps that's why.

Oscar liked her,

but you surely don't want a man

who's never been interested
in a woman before.

No, of course not.

But I worry about his motives.

After all, Gladys Russell
will be very rich.

And so will you, of course.

Is he just a fortune hunter?

If he is,
he wouldn't be the first,

but I don't want
to burn my wings again.

I'm very fond of Oscar.

He's clever and funny.

And I'm sure he'll do well.

But there's no rush.

Take your time
in getting to know him.

Then come to your
own conclusions.

You're right.

There's no rush.
And I do like him.

[light chuckle]

And now I should be on my way.

Ah, Miss Beaton.

I was just seeing her out.

No need. I know my way.

Thank you, Aurora.

Mr. Fane.

♪ ♪

I wish you'd come in earlier.

Why?

Because I've had a very
uncomfortable few minutes.

Oh?

She suspects Oscar's motives
in his pursuit of her.

I warned you
not to get involved.

He's my cousin, and I must
help him any way I can.

And I think he's really
very fond of her.

You mean you hope he is.

Am I late?

We were sorting out the library.

They'll have you
beating the carpets next.

John, please give
Miss Marian some tea.

And then would you leave us?

Why must he leave us?

Because I have something to say.

Gracious.
Should I leave you, too?

No.

I want you and Marian to stay.

As my niece and nephew,

you're the closest I'll ever
come to having children.

This is very melodramatic.

Are we to witness your will?

I'm surprised what
you're going to leave

will warrant three signatures.

Mama, let her speak.

You all know
the Reverend Mr. Forte.

We certainly do.
What about him?

Well, the thing is...

This is like extracting teeth.

He has asked me to marry him.

And I have said yes.
Wha...

- [chuckling]
- What?

You heard me.

How lovely.

Aunt Ada,
this is wonderful news.

Yes, I'll ring the bell.
We must open some champagne.

[laughter]
You will not ring the bell.

We will not open any champagne.

When was this decided?

A few days ago.

When is the wedding
to take place?

- Next week.
- Next week?

God in heaven, why the rush?

I've been waiting
my entire life for this.

I don't need a long engagement.

Luke's curate will
perform the ceremony,

then we'll return to 61st Street

for a modest wedding breakfast.

It sounds lovely.

I'll ask friends and cousins
if they can spare the time.

I'm going to ask Bannister
and Mrs. Bauer

since they've been with us
for so many years.

And Bridget will be there
to check my appearance.

Do you think Miss Scott
would come?

I am sure she would want to,

but she's still on her
assignment in Tuskegee.

Miss Scott won't be
the only one absent.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

You're not coming
to the wedding?

No.

And just in case there
is any misunderstanding,

Oscar will not be there either.

- Mama.
- But I...

I had hoped that Oscar would
take me down the aisle.

I'd be honored.

My son will not participate
in your tomfoolery.

Mama, this is harsh,
even for you.

Well, I'll be
your maid of honor.

Will you indeed?
You're very calm and collected.

Did you know what
Ada was going to say?

Marian encouraged me
to tell you.

We hoped you'd be happy for me.

Why, when you're making
a terrible mistake?

What do you know about marriage
or the duties of a wife?

You're a spinster.

And you've always
been a spinster.

Why must you be so unkind?

You're right.

I have a great deal to learn,
which I'm looking forward to.

Please don't spoil it for me.

There's a cab outside
for Mr. Oscar.

- Thank you.
- What about you, Bannister?

Did you know Miss Ada is engaged

to marry
the Reverend Mr. Forte?

Oh.
[chuckles]

Congratulations, Miss Ada.

Do not congratulate her.

- I'm sorry?
- Rescind your congratulations.

Aunt Agnes, this is silly.

Please do not tell me
how to speak to my own butler!

My apologies, Miss Ada,

but I must cancel
my congratulations

at Mrs. Van Rhijn's request.

I quite understand, Bannister.

I'm going up.

My head feels like
a beating drum.

[quirky music]

I am so sorry, Aunt Ada.

Perhaps she'll come around.

[smooches]

- Oh, dear.
- Don't weaken.

Not when your happiness
is close enough to touch.

But Agnes...

Aunt Agnes is strong.
She'll get used to it.

She can punch nails through
a wall with her bare hands

and not notice.

She could certainly
punch me through a wall.

And it sounds like
she intends to do just that.

[indistinct chatter]
[chickens clucking]

[cow moos]

Is it your goal
to work at a hotel?

I hope so.

When I passed the test
to get into Tuskegee,

I thought now
I can learn a trade.

So I won't have to look after
white folks' children

for the rest of my life.
[all giggling]

But in order to do that,
you'd have to move to the city.

I don't mind.

Ah, well, what's David
have to say about it?

- We ain't got married yet.
- Mm-hmm.

[laughter]

I'd like to be
on my own for a bit,

like Miss Scott.

She gets to travel for her work
all the way from New York.

How'd you get your job?

Um, well, I went to school,
studied, worked hard,

sent out plenty
of query letters.

Mm.

Mr. Fortune made me an offer,
and here I am.

You're lucky to be
from the north.

You should come back

and teach a newspaper
writing class down here.

Yes.

- Oh, yes.
- [sighs]

Oh, well, tell us
about New York City.

- Go ahead.
- [laughs]

Go on.

Well, it's very big and busy.

I like your menu, Borden,

but I'm not sure we're
quite there with the savory.

The Duke is English.

I thought he'd like
deviled kidneys.

Possibly, but I doubt
our American guests would.

Have you enlisted
all the chefs you'll need?

I've taken on five
and I've tested them all.

Thank you.

I think we'll use
the Bernardaud china

with the St. Louis glass.

Very good, madam.

The Duke's room is ready

if madam would care
to inspect it.

So is the room for his valet.

And don't forget the flowers.

Mrs. Bruce, my one
remaining worry is Adelheid.

She tries her best, but her
skill with a tiara is limited.

She's perfectly adequate
as a maid for Miss Gladys,

but I need more.

She was only ever meant
to be temporary

while we found a successor
to Miss Turner.

But here we are months later,

and I've done nothing
to find a new one.

It's entirely my fault.

I can make enquiries
in the town.

Do that.
We have a few days yet.

But nothing must go wrong.

Of course, ma'am.

[light music]

♪ ♪

Are you all right?
You seem a little forlorn.

You can read me so well,
Miss Beaton.

I'm in the middle
of a family drama.

- Can I help?
- Not really.

My aunt is getting married,

but my mother has forbidden me
to go to the wedding.

Why?

She's taken against him,
I suppose.

Oh, how sad.
Your poor aunt.

Miss Beaton, are you a romantic?

What woman isn't?

You've inspired me.

I shall defy my mother
and go anyway,

but only if you'll come with me.

[chuckles]
I'd be happy to,

especially since you're doing
me such a good service today.

Mr. Peter Barnes.

It's good to see you again,
Mr. Barnes.

And thank you for letting me
drag you away

from your duties.

I suppose Mrs. Russell
is as demanding as usual?

I'm glad to see you, too,
Miss Turner...

Or I should say
Mrs. Winterton now.

But you're right
about Mrs. Russell,

and I'm afraid I can't
stay more than a minute.

How are the preparations
going for her dinner

next week?

Everyone's in a fizz
about entertaining a duke...

Mr. Church more than the
others, you can imagine.

Good old Mr. Church...

Never one to play down
his own importance.

[chuckles]

But I need you
to do me a favor...

A paid favor, of course.

What are old friends for?

You won't be working alone.

Mr. Borden has hired
some chefs to help him.

And one of them,
a Mr. Schneider,

is working for me.

This grows more intriguing
by the minute.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hello, Mr. Crowther.
- Ah, Miss Beaton.

It's always a pleasure
to see you again.

I wish I could believe that.

You must be so bored
having to explain

the whole thing every time.

That's why I brought
Mr. Van Rhijn.

How do you do?

He is going to try and
stop me feeling like a fool.

I'm not sure he should be here.

- You can trust me implicitly.
- Please let him stay.

This is highly unusual.

[door clicks]
Please sit down.

Can I offer you any refreshment?

No, thank you.

But I'd love to know
more about the company.

Uh, here's a booklet,
if you'd like to read it.

I would.

Miss Beaton has told me
about your plans

to take over the Chicago
and Atlantic Railway.

[sighs]
Has she, indeed?

Was I wrong?

Not wrong, exactly.

But it's going through?

Oh, yes, most definitely.

You have all the money you need?

We have nearly
all the money we need.

We should reach our target
in the next couple of weeks.

And Mr. Gould is satisfied?

Heavens, you are well informed.

I'm afraid I tell him
everything these days.

Please don't be angry with me.

I would just ask
Mr. Van Rhijn to keep silent

about any information
you may give him.

We cannot risk wrecking
the deal at the last moment.

I'll be as silent
as the grave, I promise.

Miss Ada has asked
for a tray in her room.

I don't understand.
She's not ill.

She didn't say.

She's well enough to eat.

Shall I tell Mrs. Bauer
to prepare a tray?

[sighs]
Yes, thank you.

Do you know what this is about?
[light chuckle]

You are many things, Aunt Agnes,

but I'd never describe you
as obtuse.

Mm.
Explain yourself.

It's the way you spoke
to Aunt Ada

that keeps her in her room.

She's finally found the man
she wants to marry.

Can't you just accept it?

You've not forgotten that
you live here at my pleasure?

Do you really want to quarrel

with your only
surviving sibling?

This marriage
would be a disgrace.

What would our parents think

if I were to say nothing
and let this happen?

So you try to please the dead
by bullying the living?

Oh.

You might not care what
I think or how Aunt Ada feels,

but I'm certain you care
what everyone else will say.

And to the outside world,
it will seem

that you are petulant and angry

because Ada is no longer
at your beck and call.

Uh...

Will Miss Marian
also be having a tray

in her room, ma'am?

Hmph!

♪ ♪

It is now the largest building

in the town of Tuskegee.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Porter could not be here,

but we thank him for his
generosity and public spirit.

So without further ado,
I present to you

the A.H. Porter Dormitory.

[cheers and applause]

[camera shutter clicks]

I'm going to go talk
to Mr. Washington.

All right.
I'll get some quotes.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, David. Hello.

Do you mind if I get a few
quotes for the newspaper?

Not at all.
Not at all.

So how does it feel
to be able to attend class

and live in a building

you helped create
with your own hands?

Mm.
It's very moving.

In fact, I didn't expect it
to be so emotional.

Getting weepy, David?

[both chuckling]

I'm proud to know
that we really did that.

It makes me feel like
we could do anything.

And what do you plan to do
with your Tuskegee diploma?

I'd like to have my own farm
so I could support a family.

I met your girlfriend.
[both chuckling]

I'd also like to use my farm

to help out with
our family business.

- And what's that?
- My mama started a restaurant.

I plan on supplying them
with the harvest

from the crop on my land.

Mm.
Well, I wish you all the best.

Thank you.

You should visit
my mama's place.

Oh, yes, we might
take you up on that.

But first, Mr. Washington
wants to give us a tour.

Of course.
Thank you again, David.

- It was nice seeing y'all.
- Take care.

I'll tell my mama
to look out for you.

Yes, sir.

Take these for me, would you?

Hello.

Ah, Miss Brook.

Mr. Russell.

What a surprise.

I thought you were spending
the summer in Newport.

Unfortunately, my plans changed.

Unfortunately?

[chuckles]
You don't want to hear it.

But I do.

It wasn't very original...

Lovers meet,
lovers part, boo hoo.

I know how that plays out.

Of course.

You told me the night
of Gladys' ball.

And now we're even,

twin sufferers on
the cruel carousel of life.

[chuckles] Let's be
comrades in arms instead.

- [giggling]
- Where are you going?

Just to the park
to get some flowers

for my painting class
this afternoon.

I'll come, too,
if you'll have me.

So what will you do,
now you're back in New York?

Well, no doubt father
will have some ideas,

but we'll see.

♪ ♪

Can I help you, ma'am?

I wanted to check that
everything is under control.

Certainly, ma'am.

Oh, Mrs. Bruce, have you got
anywhere with finding a maid?

We have a hairdresser
who will place your tiara

and then stay
for the rest of the evening

to help any lady
whose hair may be in trouble.

I feel like a racehorse
approaching the starting gate.

And you'll be a winner, ma'am.

Nothing can stop you now.

[light music]

♪ ♪

Schneider!
Is that sauce ready yet?

I've got it here for you
to taste, Mr. Borden.

[clears throat]

Mmm.

Take those up to the
rose room right away.

Mrs. Bruce, is it true
you've hired a new maid?

I was going to tell you.

She's only going to arrange
the mistress's hair

and place her tiara.

I could have done it.
I usually do.

I know, but this is
a special occasion.

You'd learn something
if you watch.

They told me someone was here,
but not that it was you.

Mrs. Nelson is quite the baker,

and she insists on bringing me
her work to taste.

Would you like one?
No.

Is everything all right?

No, it is not.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Please, sit down.

How can I help?

I gather you and Ada
plan to marry.

[sighs]
I'm relieved she's told you.

You are aware that she has
no money to speak of.

Mrs. Van Rhijn, I love her.

I never expected
to fall in love at my age,

but I had not then met Ada.

Love seldom survives marriage.

I'm sorry if that was
your experience.

But why must you do it
so quickly?

Am I to understand that
you are against the plan?

How perceptive.

I don't intend
to take her away from you.

Ada is with me
every day and night.

Are you saying
that won't change?

There will be changes, yes.

But I mean to retire
in New York.

I will never ask her
to leave the city.

Maybe not, but she will
be gone from my house,

leaving me alone.

Because that is what I will be.

Alone.

You have your son
and your niece.

Children marry and go.

Ada...

Is the only family
that I could rely on.

It was Ada who was there
at Oscar's birth.

We buried our parents together.

She's my only true friend.

We both love Ada.
That is clear.

Then stop being so selfish.

I'm not the selfish one here.

And the fact is
you have a choice.

Would you like to be
a part of our life or not?

Because I am not going anywhere.

Marriage takes priority.

God's command is clear.

"Therefore man shall leave
his father and mother,

and shall cleave unto his wife:
and they shall be one flesh."

Have you nothing more to say?

Not if you've given God
the last word.

How can I answer that?

[door clicks]

How are things in Pittsburgh?

On the brink.

I'll have to go down there.

What did you want
to see me about?

[door rattles]
I need your help.

You know I'm a trustee
of the new Brooklyn Bridge?

Which is almost finished.

Yes, but there seem to be
more meetings than ever.

And with Pittsburgh
ready to explode,

I wondered if
you might represent me,

now you're back in New York.

I haven't given up on
architecture, you know.

This won't take long.

And you've studied engineering.
You can say sensible things.

What are the meetings about?

The final design details.

And we've had some deaths
and injuries...

Always part of it,
I'm sad to say...

And a chief engineer,
Mr. Roebling,

who has not proved satisfactory.

- What do you mean?
- He's never there.

I'm told his home is an
absolute hive of activity.

But if he's working hard...

And I suppose he must be...

Why aren't we allowed
to question him?

Does he give a reason?

Norman Tate,
who manages the trustee,

says it's his health.

He fell ill soon after
the building started.

Well, he's done a terrific job.

You can't argue with that.

It's already one of the
main sights in the city.

Mm. I'll write to Tate and
tell him what we're doing.

But see what you can find out.

Go to Roebling's house.

Beard him in his den.

♪ ♪

I wish you'd let me
wear the blue.

No.

This is what I've ordered,
and this is what you'll wear.

What's wrong with
the blue dress?

It's not how I want you to look.

It's fussy and girlish

when it needs to be
simple and elegant.

So I'm not allowed
to dress myself?

You want to look good,
don't you?

Last week,
the "Tribune" named you

as one of the best-dressed
debutantes of the year.

Do you think those things
happen by accident?

I'd still like to choose
my own clothes.

But your choice
would be wrong, my dear.

Happily, you have me
to guide you.

Trust me.

♪ ♪

[door clicks]
[footsteps]

[crying]
I'm sorry...

for losing control
of my emotions.

If ever there was a time
to do so, I'd say it's now.

But what are we going
to do about Agnes?

This is the hardest choice
you'll ever face,

but you're not alone.

Luke,

I don't know if this is
the right time for this,

but I also don't know

if there will ever be
a right time.

That's where faith comes in.

Have I told you that I didn't
want to move to New York?

Why not?

Because I loved
my parish in Boston.

I asked if I could stay.

I even wrote to the bishop.

What did the bishop say?

He reminded me
of when Jesus asked

that the cup be taken
from his lips.

Well, we know
how that turned out.

Mm. Yes.

So I obeyed the order.

And I had faith.

And my reward has been

more than I could
ever have imagined.

[both chuckle]

I never dreamt that
I might still fall in love.

Not now.

But...

Ada,
please don't decide anything

without talking to Marian first.

Yes, all right.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[light chatter]
Mr. Russell.

Ah, Mr. Russell.

What a surprise.

But you got my father's letters?

And we're delighted to
have you represent him,

but I didn't know
you were coming here.

I am Norman Tate.
And this is Mrs. Roebling.

I came to pay my respects
to Mr. Roebling.

I gather he rarely comes to
the bridge or to your office.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but I'm afraid
my husband is away.

On bridge business?

Not exactly.
He's in Newport.

Mr. Brandon is here, ma'am.
He says that...

Yes, I know about this.
Will you excuse me, gentlemen?

Mr. Brandon, let's see
what you've brought.

Does Mr. Roebling spend
a lot of time in Newport?

I believe
he's fond of the place.

Even now, when the bridge
is about to open?

How does he manage the
construction when he's away?

He delegates.

He has his deputies,
his helpers, and his wife.

She's a good organizer.

She must be.

She knows his way of thinking.

I assume Mr. Roebling
will be there

for the opening ceremonies?

We are marking the occasion
with a reception

here in this house.

I hope you and your father
will come.

[light chuckle] But he'll be
at the bridge beforehand?

Ah, I doubt it.

And now, I'm terribly sorry,
but I must go.

I'm sure you understand.

I'll send you notice
of our meetings.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

[indistinct chatter]

And we'll erect
a pavilion at the terminal

just here
at the dedication ceremony.

Take these plans now
and alert Mr. Harris

that I will come
to inspect it at 3:00.

That should be enough for now,

but you'll have
the final paperwork on Monday.

[light chatter]
Oh, Mr. Russell.

Is this where
Mr. Roebling works?

This is where
the work is done, yes,

but I'm afraid I have
some errands to run.

Has Mr. Tate gone?

He has.

And don't worry.
I'm going, too.

Thank you for seeing me,
Mrs. Roebling.

[knocking on door]
Come in.

Oh!
Thank goodness it's you.

- [light chuckle]
- I've chosen this.

And Bridget is going
to cheer it up a little.

We've bought veiling and
some things for a headdress.

It'll be charming.

Bridget, could you please
give us a minute?

Yes, miss.

Thank you.

[door clicks]

I daren't sit
with all these pins.

Oh.
[light chuckle]

Who knows if I'll ever
even wear it.

[sighs]

What do you mean?

Perhaps it's time
I face the facts.

What are you saying?

I can't turn my back
on my sister.

So you're going to
give up Luke Forte

just to satisfy Aunt Agnes?

No, not give up exactly.

But perhaps
if we postpone things

until Agnes comes around...

You can't live your life

waiting for
Aunt Agnes's approval.

- But she's so...
- No.

This quarrel is of her making.
You have done nothing wrong.

I won't let you
spoil your future.

But she refuses
even to be there.

I have no one to take me
down the aisle.

Cousin Dashiell has invited me
to a picnic luncheon.

I'll ask him to give you away.

Do you think he would?

Oh.
[chuckles]

It does sound respectable.

I'll go fetch Bridget.

We need this dress
to be finished in time.

Luke told me to speak to you

before I made a final decision.

Now I know why.

Then I'm very glad I was here.

[door opens and closes]

[sighs]

[light chatter]

[gears clicking]

My, my, aren't we all
busy little bees?

Jack, still tinkering with that?

I believe
I've solved the problem,

if you want to try it?
I don't think so.

I'm known for my punctuality.

I don't want to take a chance
on a homemade contraption.

I'll test it,
if you'll allow me?

Hm, maybe
Miss Armstrong's right.

I'll tell you when I'm ready.

Ow.

What is it?

I've just pricked myself,
is all.

Don't bleed on that veil.

You're wasting your time.

Miss Ada doesn't have the nerve

to marry a man
Mrs. Van Rhijn dislikes.

- But what if they do marry?
- Which they won't.

Mrs. Van Rhijn may not
need as many servants

once her sister's gone.

Miss Marian will still be here.

Won't she wed soon, too?

Then what becomes of us

when there's only one person
left to serve?

Maybe Mr. Oscar will find
a bride and live in the house.

[snickers]
Well, I doubt that.

[light music]

[train whistles]

[train chugging]

♪ ♪

I suppose you've heard
of Johann Most?

The German anarchist?

Anarchist and man of violence.

He likes to celebrate the murder
of the Russian emperor.

He preaches savagery
and violence

to bring political change.

What about him?

He's been in Pittsburgh.

His agents are still there

poisoning the minds
of your workers.

I suppose
we shouldn't be surprised

after the Labor Day march
last year.

And the message is simple...
If you want revolution,

you must take up your weapons
and use them.

Is Henderson convinced,
I wonder?

The leaders go where
the workers take them.

And their demands
keep getting louder...

Constant chants of,
"eight, eight, eight."

What's that?

Eight hours of work,
eight hours of sleep,

and eight hours of
"what you will."

It's the "what you will" that's
proving the sticking point.

Would it be so terrible for them

to have some time
with their families?

Yes, it would be terrible
because it would lead, first,

two lower profits
and, finally, to ruin,

violence, bloodshed, and death.

Please don't hold back
on my account.

I mean it.

Any concession now
could only spell weakness.

Weakness is
the harbinger of chaos.

One blink,
and you'll lose the war.

Mr. Van Rhijn,
I'm not sure about this.

Why?

You're trying to find the money
to complete your takeover.

I have funds to invest.

What can be the problem?

But this is a closed partnership

with a limited number
of investors,

all well known to each other.

Well, I know you.

You know me.
And we both know Miss Beaton.

Just let me invest,
and we'll all make some money.

[quirky music]

[sighs]

[chuckling]

Well, your picnic was a wonder...

Not really a picnic at all,
more an open-air banquet.

[laughter]
Hardly.

And now you've brought me home.

You've gone to so much trouble.

He likes to take trouble
for you.

Which makes me feel
all the more ungrateful.

I'm afraid
I've got a favor to ask.

Name it.

Would you walk Aunt Ada
down the aisle?

Aunt Agnes has
forbidden Oscar to,

and now she's wavering.

But if I could say
you'd be there,

it would give her courage.

Of course I will.

And Frances can be
a flower girl.

Could I really?

That's a lovely idea.

I'm surprised to hear
Aunt Agnes is against marriage.

Not for everyone.
Just Aunt Ada.

That's a relief.

Is Mrs. Roebling here?

- I'll announce you, sir.
- It's all right, Philip.

I'll deal with this.

Mr. Russell.

I wasn't expecting you.

You weren't expecting me?
Really?

[soft music]

Not so soon.

Not without warning.

But you knew I would guess.

I thought you might.

May I see the workroom again?

♪ ♪

How did you know?

[light chuckle]
Because nothing made sense.

The deputies who knew
your husband's mind,

his tastes, and his ideas...

The person who knew all that
best was you and only you.

In all the years
since we started building,

none of the other trustees
ever came to this house...

Not one.

Mm.

Well, now I have come.

So tell me, please.

Where did you study engineering?

How was it possible?

When my father-in-law
was first commissioned

to design the bridge,
my husband and I went to Europe

to study what it would entail...

Stress analysis,
cable construction,

calculating catenary curves,
and the rest.

So you learned those things?

I know it is all considered
beyond the grasp

of a mere woman, but I did.

Then my father-in-law died.

And my husband was made
chief engineer,

but he fell ill soon after.

- And then you took over?
- Not at first.

We worked together.

I would deliver
his orders and designs,

but he got worse...

And then it was just you.

Last year, some of the board
wanted to replace him.

But Mr. Tate and I
persuaded them not to.

So you would continue
in charge of the work.

And Mr. Tate knew?

Oh, several of them knew.

But they couldn't
make it public?

Of course not.

[soft music]

This bridge will be
one of the finest in the land,

in the world.

You should be proud of it,
but I suppose you can't be.

No one must know a woman
was the engineer

behind the bridge.

They might not even
want to walk across it.

It's a shame, an unjust shame.

[birds chirping]

So he proposes that you
should move to San Francisco

and never see
your daughter again?

That's it, sir, in a nutshell.

Well, I should be
very sorry to lose you,

but I'm sure you know that.

I've not decided yet.

I told him I needed to discuss
his offer with Flora

before I made any decisions,
but he says that

she has no wish to speak to me.

Do you believe that?

I don't know what to believe,

which is why I feel
I must hear it from her.

Then it doesn't seem
unreasonable to me.

[door clicks]

There you are.

I'm so pleased you're here.

I shouldn't be.

Pittsburgh is about
to blow sky high.

Don't think about that now.
Think about it tomorrow.

Right.

Are you ready to go down?

[light music]

[indistinct chatter]
Guests are arriving.

Are the oysters laid out?

Yes.

These are done.

Oh, welcome back, Mr. Watson.

Peter.

Where are we with
the first course?

Final touches, sir.

How was your journey,
Mr. Watson?

Very pleasant.
Thank you, Mrs. Bruce.

I always enjoy traveling in
the master's private rail car.

I'm sure you do.

Schneider!

Coming, sir.

[sweeping music]

♪ ♪

Mr. and Mrs.
Frederic Bronson.

Mr. and Mrs. Duncan Elliot.

[soft string music playing]

Mr. McAllister,
it's so good of you to come.

I never like
to miss a red carpet,

and certainly not one which
can boast an English duke.

Yes, where is
that duke of yours?

I don't think we can
claim him as our own.

- I would.
- He'll be down momentarily.

Is Mrs. Astor coming?

She's opened Beechwood,
so I asked her.

But she made an excuse.

She's a little cross
with me right now.

Well, I can understand why,

but she is missing out
on what may be

the event of the Newport season.

Everyone's talking about it,

especially those
who weren't invited.

Naturally, Mrs. Astor
will feign indifference,

then she'll force
all the details out of me.

♪ ♪

It looks perfect.

And all the right people
are here.

Even some who were on the
other side in the opera war.

My dear, the way to win a war

is to bring out
your biggest weapon.

And yours is the duke.

Now, I hope I'm happy
with my placement.

I think you will be.

His Grace,
the Duke of Buckingham.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Russell,
my room is a work of art.

And I see everything's
exquisite here, too.

We do what we can.

But I hope we haven't
overwhelmed you with our guests?

- Of course not.
- [chuckles]

May I present
Mr. and Mrs. Fane.

- How do you do?
- Mr. Fane. Mrs. Fane.

Do you think Newport
will live up to

your expectations, Duke?

I'm sure Mrs. Russell's
Newport will.

- Well said.
- But not our Newport?

[light music]

May I present
Mr. and Mrs. Winterton.

I know the Wintertons.

I hope I'll see more of you
while I'm here.

Well, you'll see as much of us
as we're allowed.

What Mrs. Winterton
means is...

I don't think you've
met our daughter, Gladys.

Miss Russell.

How do you do?

Gladys!

You look divine.

- Oh.
- Don't worry.

You're sitting next to her
at dinner.

They're going in.

[indistinct chatter]

[lively music]

♪ ♪

Something odd is going on.

I could have sworn I saw that
man put something in the sauce

for the first course.

Schneider!

What's he talking about?

- I don't know, Mr. Borden.
- Let's taste it.

[gags]
[spits]

Revolting!

Everyone,
cancel the first course.

Schneider,
get away from that food.

I'll deal with you later.
I'll tell the footmen.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Gladys, you're there.

I thought I'd be with
the younger group?

No, you're there.

♪ ♪

[sly music]

[faucet whooshing]
They're seated, Mr. Borden.

All right, we...
We must start serving.

- This tastes good to me.
- We'll start with the soup.

But is it hot enough?

- Rather him than me.
- [chuckles]

Peter, come take this up.

I think Peter and that man
Schneider are up to something.

They were whispering
before Peter took the soup.

I tasted the soup.
It's fine.

I don't know.
Something's not right.

Who's Peter serving?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[inaudible conversation]

[indistinct chatter]

Mrs. Winterton,
are you all right?

Why shouldn't I be?

You seem rather agitated.

Well, I'm not.

Jerusalem artichoke and truffle?

Oh.

What a wonderful way to begin.

I'd forgotten that was
the first course, but good.

Now, I mustn't monopolize you.

Gladys.

Do you spend a lot of time
in Newport, Miss Russell?

My mother seems to like it,

so I suppose
that's what will happen.

Until you make your own life.

Do any of us ever really
make our own lives?

That's a deep question
when we've barely begun to eat.

[chuckles]

Your wife and daughter
seem to have the duke

sewn up between them.

I expect a lot of women here
must be rather annoyed.

Mm.

But I suppose Bertha
knows what she's doing.

I think you can safely say that.

Are you sure you want
to waste your time

on little old me?

Wouldn't you rather speak
to your other neighbor?

No. Let Gladys entertain him
for a change.

Then we must hope he finds
Gladys entertaining.

[light laugh]

[crickets chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, everything was delicious,
Mrs. Sturt.

Oh, good.

Now, I hope y'all
saved room for dessert

'cause we're giving you
the special treatment today.

- Ooh.
- Ooh.

[all chuckling]

A colored woman
newspaper writer.

Now I've seen it all.

Well, we were quite impressed
with your son at Tuskegee.

- That's right.
- David is my heart.

He's going to do more than
I could ever imagine.

- Mm.
- Mrs. Sturt!

Mm.
I'll be back with some dessert.

[sighs]
I'm bursting.

Ooh, I think if we want
to leave this place,

we're going to have
to clean our plates.

I would tell you
to loosen your belt.

I wish I had that option.

[both chuckle]

Has anyone ever been
part of an evening

as beautifully managed
as this one?

How lucky are the people
of Newport

to number Mrs. George Russell
among your leading citizens?

- Very lucky, indeed.
- Here, here.

- Mrs. Russell.
- Here, here.

Thank you all.

And thank you to our charming
and generous guest of honor.

Ladies, why don't we let
the men enjoy their port?

[light chatter]

Well, it was a good dinner.
You must admit that.

I wouldn't admit it if they tore

my fingernails off to make me.

Hm.

So have you enjoyed
yourself on our trip?

Mm.
More than that.

I've been inspired,

especially by
the female students.

They have such ambition
despite their circumstances.

They're fearless.

And so are you.

Oh, am I?
[chuckles]

Well, I like that
you think that,

but there is so much more
I want to do.

My lack of courage
keeps getting in the way.

Well, I certainly believe
you can accomplish

everything you want.

[door bangs]

Bea!

Hey, Bea!

Mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Bea, you outdid yourself
with this chicken.

How may I help you out?

Why you sound all formal, Bea?

We've been knowing each other
our whole lives.

I am doing business.

What can I get you, Mr. Mason?

You know what I like.

Why don't you go on back, cook
me up something extra tasty?

[both laugh]

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

- You calling me "nothing"?
- Mr. Mason, don't start.

Let me fix you up some chicken
to take home.

What if I want to
stay and eat it here?

[ominous music]

Are you trying to tell me
what to do?

No, sir.

You think things
are different now,

but they really ain't.

You hear me talking to you, girl?

Mr. Mason, come on...

Stop it!

What'd you say?

[softly] No.

Let her go.

Don't get smart with me.

Do you know who I am?

They're from out of town.

- Shut your mouth.
- You better sit down, boy.

This here is Mason Sturt.
He's the county commissioner.

Sturt?

I might have to
teach you a lesson

so you understand your place.

[grunts]
[glass shatters]

[all gasping]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door creaks]
[groans]

You better go!

Come on, quickly.

You can run, but we'll find you!

♪ ♪

I'll go get
the rest of my things.

Quickly.

Our man will take you
to where you can shelter,

and tomorrow morning, he'll
take you to the first train.

I'm so sorry to put you
in this position.

We don't have time
for apologies.

You need to get on out of here.

Take the low road
behind the church.

♪ ♪

[sighs]
[chuckles]

It was a triumph. Congratulations.

Thank you.

And now I suppose
I must turn my attentions

back to Pittsburgh.
Mm.

[glass clinks]

What can I do to help?

Nothing.

But thank you.

Do you mind?

So did you get everything
you wanted from this evening?

Let's just say
we are on our way.

I'm going to bed.

Have I told you how lovely
you look tonight?

Several times.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

George.

♪ ♪

[smooches]

[soft chatter]

I hired him, so it's my fault.

But we avoided a major disaster.

Thanks to Mr. Watson's
sharp eyes.

And you really think
Mrs. Winterton was behind it?

Schneider works
part time for her.

And we all know she and
Peter Barnes have kept in touch.

So we thwarted
Miss Turner's revenge.

I suppose you'll sack
Peter Barnes, Mr. Church?

How would you say it?
Con gusto.

[chuckles]

[mob shouting angrily]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Come on out, boy!

Where you at now?

We're gonna kill your ass.

Get that noose.

Get your ass out here, boy.

[crying softly]

Where you at?
Get out here.

[horse nickers softly]

[horse neighing]

♪ ♪

[shouting fades]

[breathing heavily]

They've gone. We're safe.

[sighing]

I won't feel safe
until I'm back in the city.

My mother warned me,

but I never could have
imagined this.

[sniffles]
This is my fault.

I grew up with these people.

I should have protected you
and held my tongue.

But that's not who you are.

[soft music]

And that's not
who you are either.

That's why I hired you.

[both chuckle]

Will things ever really change?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[light music]

[light chatter]

[horse whinnying]

You wait here, my dear.

[door clicks]

- Dashiell.
- Aunt Ada, you look wonderful.

- [laughs]
- Doesn't she?

[smooches]

The footman is hailing
a cab for your servants.

Oh, good.

[footsteps]

Have you changed your mind?

Certainly not.

I've just come down
to say goodbye.

Dashiell, I see they've
made you an accomplice

in their betrayal.

Well, she must have a man
to give her away, Aunt Agnes.

Surely, you can see that.

No, she can't.

[soft music]

Come on.
We don't want to be late.

♪ ♪

[door clicks]

Et tu, Bannister?

I'm going to support
Miss Ada, ma'am.

And I urge you to do the same,

or you may regret it
for the rest of your life.

[horse whinnying]

You look so pretty.

- So do you, Aunt Ada.
- Oh, thank you, dear.

[bright music]

[light chatter]

♪ ♪

- Is it a desert out there?
- On the contrary.

Aurora and Charles have come
with other cousins,

and friends of the bridegroom,
of course...

Mm-hmm.

And Oscar.

- Oscar?
- [chuckles]

The church is full of flowers

and people who've come
to witness your happiness.

We should go take our seats.

Oh.

Thank you, Mrs. Bauer.
Thank you, Bridget.

My pleasure, Miss Ada.

You've earned this, Miss Ada.

And I wish you happiness.
Real happiness.

How kind they are.
[door clicks]

[sighs]

- Are you nervous?
- Should I be?

[laughs]
I have no idea,

as I've never been
in your position.

I thought no one would come
because of Agnes,

but they have.

Now I'm just excited and glad.

You're so certain
about marrying Luke.

You have no doubts?

No.

None at all.

I hope that's true of me
when it's my turn.

Be sure it is.

Marriage is something
one should never settle for

or talk oneself into.

Yes?

Thank you, Aunt Ada.

We should go.

Yes.
[both chuckle]

[soft music]

[light chatter]

Oscar.

Here I am, Aunt Ada.

Oh!
[giggles, smooches]

I'm ready to walk you down
the aisle, if you'll have me.

I was just going to
say the same thing.

I had no one to take me,
and now I'm spoilt for choice.

[both chuckle]
I think Oscar should do it.

If only as a reward
for risking Agnes's wrath.

[chuckles]

You don't mind too much, do you?

[chuckling]
Of course not.

[smooches]

["Wedding March" playing
on church organ]

♪ ♪

Thank you, my dear.

♪ ♪

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered together here...

[door clangs]

[footsteps echoing]

[soft dramatic music]

[gasps]

[audience murmuring]

♪ ♪

[laughs softly]

We are gathered together here
in the sight of God

and in the face of this company

to join together this man and
this woman in holy matrimony.

Into this holy estate,

these two persons present
come now to be joined...

[bright tone]