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[MUSIC]

[SEAGULLS CHIRP]

[SOFT MUSIC]

RALPH: My dearest Charlotte,

[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 am counting the hours
until we are married.

Until then, Ralph.

[MUSIC]

Good day, Mr Parker.

Good day, Lady De Clemente.

My brother has charged me
to ensure

everything is fit for a King.

And this is to be

where your musical
triumph will take place?

Do you think his Majesty will
approve?

Because his visit will really
put Sanditon on the map.

Oh, I have no doubt.

Splendid. Splendid.

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

I would be honoured.

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.
Atour 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.

A violin perhaps?

Aviolin would be
most agreeable.

Bon chance Mr Parker.

[LADY SUSAN CHUCKLES]

MARY: We promised we'd help.

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

but everyone I have approached
on Georgiana's behalf

has turned us down flat.

But surely 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?

That 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.

Another lawyer turned her down?

Yes. I'm afraid so.

Then we must keep searching.

[MR HANKINS APPROACHES,
HUMMING]

Ah, Sir Edward, I see you are
getting on splendidly

with today's task.

You know, I consider your
progress under my tutelage,

to be most encouraging.

Thank you, Mr Hankins.

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

Do you doubt it?

Not only doubt, but... fear.

You have come so far, there is
no need to despair now.

[CHUCKLES]

[MR HANKINS HUMMS]

In truth, I have 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.

I must be honest, I am delighted

with the changes I appear to
have brought about in you.

It is 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.

Go now and set about it
at once.

Haha!

CHARLOTTE: Tom has a most
tenacious spirit,

he will find a lawyer.

He will not give up.

All these lawyers
think my fate is sealed?

Well they can think again.

I will never give in.

Perhaps they know what
evidence

Lockhart is intending to
produce

and this has convinced them
not to take my case?

Then we must
delay the trial

to give Tom more time to enquire

about Lockhart's dealings
in Antigua.

If Lockhart is hiding something
he is 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 was not expecting to see you

and clearly can't contain
her excitement.

I'm always happy to see
Leonora and Augusta.

There is no need to
apologise on their behalf.

Then I won't.

Good day, ladies.

Enjoy your tea.

I shall delay my return to
Willingden.

-But what of Ralph?
-He will 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.

LADY MONTROSE: If rumour
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 rumours

then I cannot, in all
conscience, abandon her.

If there is 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?

You've taught us everything,
mother.

Which is why
we're the way we are.

[SCOFFS]

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.

I'm going for a walk, to see if
I can't call upon Miss Lambe.

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 twenty minutes?

You have found me out.

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?

What might that be, Sir?

Money? Position?

Poetry.

-Poetry!
-Yes.

I intend to write a poem
and I'd be most grateful

if you would cast your eye
upon it.

I know you are
a great lover of poetry.

Good poetry, yes.

Though I have a feeling
yours will be...

mawkish and sentimental
and without heart.

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

ARTHUR: And this is
your finest vintage?

MONTROSE: Mr Parker, clearly
a man of discerning taste!

Thank you, your Grace.

Excellent. I shall take a case.

Mr Parker, have I done something
to offend you?

I give you so little thought,
Your Grace,

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

[SNIGGERS]

I see.

Your honesty is welcome.

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 can 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!

What a coup, Mr Parker!

His Majesty will be enchanted.

Let us hope so, your grace.

But why the sudden departure,
Sir?

Might I ask where you are going?

London.

-When will you be back?
-I hope tomorrow.

It is most unusual

for my Uncle to leave
without so much as a farewell.

Yes. Most unusual...

EDWARD: 'Here I am,
an abject sinner,

kneeling before you,
my sins...

revealed...

Revealed.

Mawkish.

Mawkish and sentimental.

[DROPS PEN]

[SIGHS]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Miss Hankins!

Is something the matter?

No, no. ljust wondered
if the postman had been.

Not as far as I know.

My brother tells me you have
taken to writing poetry.

I am 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 are writing
what you think you should write,

rather than what you feel?

Speak from the heart
Sir Edward, not the head.

...Hmm, it needs to be south
facing...

Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye.

Where are you off to, my dear?

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

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

Don't mind me, Mrs Parker.

Your husband and I
have plenty to do.

We're searching for the
best location for our hotel.

Perhaps you would have
an opinion, my dear?

MARY: There.

The views will be spectacular.

What a splendid idea!

Why didn't we think of that?

My wife is quite remarkable.

And I am going now, before
I become insufferably vain.

[LAUGHS]

Agrand hotel, overlooking
the whole of Sanditon.

The jewel in our crown.

You can't put a hotel
on the top of a hill, Parker.

Think of the views.

Think of the trek.

[SIGHS]

But 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?

And if experience is any guide,

she is not a woman
to change her mind.

Challenge accepted, Mr Parker.

[HORSES BRAY]

Oh, it's that ghastly
Lady Montrose

and her equally ghastly
daughter.

What do they want?

To get their claws
into your father.

Mrs Wheatley said they had
arranged to go riding with him

but he must have forgotten
to cancel before he left.

Why don't we extend them
our special welcome?

Can I help you?

LADY MONTROSE: We are here
to see Mr Colbourne.

On a private matter.

He and I are going riding.

It must have slipped his mind,
because he's not here.

To my horse, to my horse!

[BOTH LAUGH SWEETLY]

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

And when will your uncle
return?

We don't know.

He's often absent.
Is he not, Leo?

Often.

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

Or if.

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.

[STREET CHATTER]

...ExcelIent... a card game
never ends...

SAMUEL: Dear God.

Xander?

What are you doing here
of all places?

-I came to find you.
-We must have a drink then.

Although I should warn you,

I've 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.

[QUILL SCRATCHES]

ROWLEIGH: I believe condolences
are in order.

Condolences?

Your husband.

Oh, my husband died
twenty years ago!

And I have never seen the point
of dwelling on the past.

Neither have I!

I look only to the future.

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

Exciting for whom?

We hardly need
the kind of visitors

that would stay
at a guest house!

You are absolutely right,
My Lady!

But what if we were to make it
a Grand Hotel?

You are 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.

Can't you see the picture?

A magnificent facade,

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 fifty thousand.

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!

No, you certainly won't!

You will build it right here
on the seafront.

[RINGS BELL]

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.

[ROWLEIGH CHUCKLES]

[HORSE CANTERS]

Augusta!

Mr Samuel.

Mrs Wheatley.

You look exceedingly well.

Afew more grey hairs,
Mr Samuel,

but that aside, I am well.

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're settled.

En Guard...!

Do we know you?

No, but I know you.

Corporal Colbourne, I presume.

Major Colbourne, to you.

Major Colbourne.

You still haven't told us
who you are.

I'm your infamous uncle Samuel.

What's infamous?

It is the same as famous,
only better.

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 dying man's final wish.

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]

Mr Colbourne...?

My apologies for this intrusion

but I think when you know
the purpose of our visit

you will understand...

Miss Lambe, I heartily agree
with the sentiments.

And who might you be?

Samuel Colbourne.

Your new lawyer.

I have not instructed you.

Not yet,
but my brother has informed me

of the difficulties
that you are having.

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
about his views on abolition.

He will not be sympathetic.

Cornforth has no right
to sit in judgement.

The law should be handed out
without fear or favour.

I hope this sentiment
is a true one, Mr Colbourne.

I am 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.

Very well.

Show me what you can do.

Then I will decide.

As you wish.

Come to Heyrick Park
at three and we'll talk more.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[HORSE CANTERS]

EDWARD: Miss Markham...

LEONORA: Not him again?

Another lucky encounter
Sir Edward?

I admit! intended
to call on you.

With what purpose?

To deliver your poem perhaps?

Rather to apologise
for the lack of one.

It was the worst thing
ever written.

Just as you predicted.

Then you have no need
for my opinion.

Oh but I do.
On all things.

I think there is much
you can 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 of
sentiment towards me is genuine?

Did it not occur the very moment
that you discovered

I am due 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.

Miss Markham.

Miss Colbourne.

[HORSE GRUNTS]

[MOUTHS CLICKS TO HORSE]

[CROWS CAW]

Ah, Beatrice,
there you are.

This letter has arrived for you.

From London.

How unexpected.

Dr Fuchs is in London,
isn't he?

Oh, 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.

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. That is very kind,
sister.

I am very pleased with
his progress, though no doubt

The Almighty is having a hand
in his transformation.

Now I must get on.

Are you going in?

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

Yes.

DR 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.

[STREET CHATTER AND BUSTLE]

Come, come, come.

Mr Parker?

Mr Arthur Parker,
Musical Impresario.

[DEEP BREATH]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[HUFFS]

I hear the King
has a new favourite.

A younger favourite.

It's the talk of the London
drawing rooms.

Poor Lady de Clemente.

To be cast aside.

Like an old shoe.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Lady De Clemente, may I?

It is a matter of great urgency.

Of course.

It is terrible news...
Is it not?

What is?

The King has changed his mind.

He is no longer coming
to the Recital.

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 are the only one who can.

I'm afraid in this regard,
I no longer have the Kings ear.

I'm sorry, truly I am,

but there's
nothing to be done.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[BREATH ES HEAVILY]

ROWLEIGH: Right by the sea wall.

Sea air makes people giddy.

We can charge them the earth
and they will pay.

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.

With a view of the sea.

DNIND BLOWS AND SEAGULLS SQUAWK]

Mr Parker...

Anything amiss?

I cannot help but notice you're
not your usual ebullient self.

There is nothing amiss.

What gives you that impression?

Judging from your demeanour,

I would deduce that
whatever has 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.

Rumours that he has taken
a new mistress, perhaps?

Poor Lady De Clemente...

It pains me to say,

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

Today or any other day.

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 will refuse to perform.

I will be a laughing-stock.

My brother will be humiliated.

Not to mention
exceedingly out of pocket.

Come now,
there will be a solution.

[GASPS]

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

Worry not.

She's an American with
an artistic disposition.

We shall just...
dazzle her with pomp!

[MONTROSE LAUGHS]

[GRAVELLY FOOTSTEPS]

I hope you are 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 will wait with you.

You must answer my questions
honestly.

The truth is the truth.

I have no fear of it.

[STREET BUSTLE]

Miss Greenhorn.

Arthur Parker,
your humble servant.

Welcome to Sanditon.

There's 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?

Awoman of my colour?

It's unheard of.

For both of us.

MONTROSE: Lord Montrose,
Duke of Buckinghamshire.

At your service, Miss Greenhorn.

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 honour
to present you to him.

I look fonNard 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.

[CARRIAGE DOOR CLOSES]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Do not fret, Mr Parker,
all will be well.

[ARTHUR SIGHS DEEPLY]

You live alone?

Is this to allow for 'guests?‘

What are you implying?

I think you know
what I'm implying.

[FIRE CRACKLES]

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.

Ah, he's a farmer?

Like me.

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.

Oh...

SAMUEL: Why are you are still
unmarried?

Because I have 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 do we know?

Because I am saying it.

You have a reputation...

-For what?
-Rabble rousing.

-You are 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 a decent man....

Stop! That's enough.

I apologise...
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.

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.

[FIRE CRACKLES]

[DOOR CLICKS]

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 CLICKS]

This trial will take place
in two days time,

even if she's in absentia.

But 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.

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

[BIRDS CHIRP]

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

He can't build on top Of them.

I hope you told him that.

Of course I did, yes.

Good, because that would be
unscrupulous.

You are right, my dear,
of course,

but please don't worry,
it will never happen.

Lady Denham won't stand for it.

Come along now,
Georgiana needs us more.

[CLOCK TICKS]

You'll be leaving then?

If Miss Lambe refuses your help?

Why?

Sanditon has changed,
for the better.

I may stay for a while
tO see a little more Of it.

If you can bear my company?

I am 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 a bit.

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.

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.

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.

[ARTHUR SIGHS]

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.

By then she'll have had
such clamorous applause

that She'll barely mind.

NO.

NO, I cannot bring
myself tO lie.

Least Of all to an artist!

[MONTROSE HUFFS]

[DOOR KNOCKS]

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 honoured.

Honoured.

I 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.

It's very charming Of you
to say that, Mr Parker,

but I doubt it.

I have one question though,

and I'm asking you 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.

Now if you will
permit me, gentlemen,

I must prepare.

[MUSIC]

[STREET BUSTLE]

I am 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.

Though, I can now say,
hand on heart,

that I did not always
share that belief.

That was my mistake.

CHARLOTTE: If you don't want
to go, we can stay here.

I am 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 are unbowed.

[C HATTE R]

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?

Forgive me,
I am somewhat confused.

I thought there was no business.

Mr Pryce and I
have come to an agreement.

An agreement?

And I am fully behind
his splendid plans

tO build the hotel
beside the sea wall.

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

[NERVOUS LAUGH]

Yes.

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.

LYDIA: Mr Colbourne.

Your Grace.
Lady Lydia.

Allow me to introduce my
brother, Mr Samuel 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.

Apology accepted.

On the firm understanding
we can do it another time.

Of course.

I see Miss Heywood is here.

DO excuse me.

[BIRDS SQUAWK]

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 am still trying.

Would you please excuse me?

Certainly.

Oh my dear friend,
I am 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.

I do believe you would.

Oh my dear Charlotte,
you do lift my spirits.

You will find someone

who will give you the love
and constancy you deserve.

Then 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 notjust an excuse.

For what?

Not to return to Willingden

and the life you have
resigned yourself to...

AUGUSTA: 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.

For what reason?

TO walk with you.

That is all.

Then, let us walk.

ROWLEIGH: How long do you think
we may have tO endure this?

Afew interminable hours.
Perhaps even days.

If you expire, I'll have you
removed discreetly.

[LAUGHS]

I'd forgotten how entertaining
you could be.

The greatest mistake Of my life.

Was notjoining you
at that church,

on that rainy day.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Your graces, Lords, Ladies
and good people Of Sanditon.

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 honoured to accept.

[APPLAUSE]

However, we have
just been informed

that your King has been
detained at Court

on urgent Royal business...

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 the Marriage Of Figaro to
any ladies here present

suffering a heartache
Of their own.

May you find strength
and comfort in my song.

[APPLAUSE]

[MUSIC PLAYS]

[ELIZABETH SINGS OPERA]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[APPLAUSE]

TOM: Bravo! Bravo!

[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]

MONTROSE: God Save The King,
Mr Parker.

Please call me Arthur.

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

and you've come to rub salt
into the wounds.

I never listen to gossip.

I prefer to fathom out people
for myself.

It's much more rewarding.

Besides, there's 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.

[MUSIC]