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I was born a good story.

And I'll be remembered for blowing the
family fortune while dancing in duels.

But it was never about the money.

Treat his lordship as you would his
father, the Marquess.

He is now head of this household.

And Fionn, keep this key safe.

The swell is unusually gentle.

Well, never underestimate the swellies.
The swellies. Indeed.

What was it Nelson said? The man who can
navigate the men I straight. Can

navigate the world.

Quiet.

Quiet.

And here she comes.

Don't run.

Reese.

Oh, there he is.

When you've seen one, Lord, you've seen
them all.

Good afternoon, my lord.

Welcome to Anglesey Castle.

I'm the butler.

Your father liked to call me Gellert.

My lord, this is your aunt, Lady Chet.

My lord?

Is that the museum's fashion?

Your ownership never fits right.

I mean, it is my pleasure and privilege
to assist you as you acclimatize to your

new life here.

Lily.

We are cousins.

Gellert said I was to isolate.

Hence my use of protection, sir.

Gallop doesn't know at all.

This is Wales.

The weather can be brutal, like the
people.

Sierra's good for the chest.

Henry?

Henry?

The bark?

Soft.

Big.

Big tree.

I'm so proud of you.

My lord, are you perhaps thinking that
the scullery is perhaps a more

appropriate location for washing your
dog?

Queenie's too delicate for cold water.

Oh.

Thank you.

from father?

He didn't respond to my letter.

My lord, your father is the fourth
Marquess of Anglesey.

He's heavily committed with his... Third
wife.

My lord.

Surely he'll want to see me.

I wish to visit him.

Without invitation, it is not done.

Do you have a father?

I had the privilege of a childhood spent
in the orphanage, sir.

So, Gelati isn't your real name?

Oh, no, sir.

Your father named me after a dog.

Where's Lily?

Loneliness will kill me.

Miss Lily takes her meals privately with
Lady Chetwynd and her family.

Allow me, sir.

Very sensible to avoid alcohol, my lord,
in the interests of my lordship's

health.

It's time for your tonic.

And what about Queenie? Oh, strong as
Zeus, my lord.

Thanks partly to the finest cut from
your lordship's plate.

Oh, Lady Chetman, Mr. Neville and Miss
Lily will be joining you for tea.

Thank you very much.

A

feast

worthy of Marie Antoinette.

Is your mother still alive, Fifi?

Yes, sir.

Get it on Sunday.

I'll take her a present.

Here, have this. She'll love it.

Time for you to get dressed. Get it,
darling. Order another teapot.

Very well, my lord.

Be gracious.

There's his property.

You wouldn't force us onto the streets.

Why not, Mama?

Seems fun.

Tea.

Then we shall leave the gentlemen to
their business.

Oh, what gentlemen they are.

Indeed.

Oh, hello.

Oh.

Yes, do sit down there. My lady.

He's late.

It is most irregular.

Hello!

Oh.

Afternoon!

He's a dog.

This is Queenie. Oh, Lord, you are well
acquainted with her, Neville.

Allow me, my lord. No.

If he's here.

One lump or two, dear?

More or less.

What?

I advise you on your next frock.

To you, Neville.

Oh, God!

Just kill that creature! Are you okay,
Queenie?

Right, that's enough!

Come on, I'll look after you.

I thought you were going to be such a
stiff.

Why?

Is everyone in?

Don't go back there.

Stay with me.

There's a whole world of fun to be had
besides embroidery.

You said I like embroidery.

I'm going to call you Toppy.

Toppy. But this was his lordship's first
social engagement in Britain, sir. And

the last in this reckless fashion.

Thankfully, it was only family exposed
to the circus, but I shall inform the

Lord Padgett that there is much work to
be done. It is I who have been formally

charged with the protection of his
lordship.

You'll be relieved to hear that
you're...

Generous rump hasn't hurt, Queenie. Sir.

Sir,

if you will.

Your papa has entrusted me with the
broadening of your cultural horizons.

What does that mean?

Your Lordship, Mr. Neville has been
briefed by your father, the Marquess, to

represent the family in supporting your
transition to public life.

Father trusts you?

Implicitly. And given today's antics, we
should start forthwith.

Talk with me.

Be honest to you.

Aye, Lord.

Your forefathers were responsible for
building the empire with loyalty,

industry, and self-sacrifice.

I shall commission one of my male.

Your mama is not of this lineage.

The Lord has birthed the next Margaret.
It is your duty to your papa.

You must learn to behave as a lord and
respectfully evoke these great men upon

whose shoulders we stand.

I am already one of these, Neville.

And not only by blood. Look at the way
they pose, their costumes.

theatricality. I already know them
because I am of them.

Sir's decorum is sadly lacking.

To be born of the ruling class is to
accept a rare responsibility.

Decorum never ruled the world. No,
wealth does. Money.

And if I spent it all? You couldn't if
you tried, sir.

Is that a challenge, Neville?

Be careful, Blotch.

You cannot serve tea to the staff, don
your mother's frock in public, and carry

this.

It is not done.

Whatever I wear, sir, I am still out of
this monstrous dynasty.

Clothing changes nothing.

Come on.

One with the door.

Get it, darling. Yes, my lord.

I dreamt an idea to tempt father. Well,
unfortunately, my lord, your father has

been very... Would he miss an
opportunity to meet his tenants en

masse? On my 21st, let's invite the
islanders here for a picnic.

For the entire island?

Order every ampoule available.

Very well, sir.

Rouge.

You don't need to look like shit just
because one feels it.

Of course not, sir.

Into bed.

What would I do without you?

Well, someone would come along.

I'm sorry.

Really, I am.

Why did my father name you Gellert?

Once upon a time, a Welsh prince,
Llywelyn, had a much-loved dog,

Gellert. And, well, they always went
hunting together until one day

an heir was born, and then Llewellyn
went hunting on his own, leaving Gellert

to watch over the baby.

One night, on his return, the prince
found an upturned cragle, and

Gellert smeared with blood.

Convinced that he'd killed the child,
Llewellyn drew his sword and slayed the

hound.

As Gellert yelped for the last time, the
baby cried out.

Llewellyn lifted the cradle to see his
son unharmed, but lying beside him was a

dead wolf.

It is said Llewellyn never smiled again.

Keep the wolves away?

Good night, my lord.

Oh,

darling, I'm not fit for dick.

Your father has finally accepted that
you are his true heir.

It's so far away.

Untold riches.

New lands.

But not without you.

You can take me with you. Look, right?

I don't know how to be a new lord.

I'm scared.

Always be true to yourself, Henry.

It's the greatest gift you have.

Oh, she's moved it.

Williams Swift violet cream for shaving.

A tin of Dr. Belvoir lozenges.

Ayers cherry pectoral.

Holloway's ointment.

A mental inhaler.

Dr. Bunker's celebrated Egyptian oil.

And a thermometer.

And anything for night terrors?

My dear ma'am.

Thank you for caring.

How dare you come out without me?

Well, you're never a bard.

They'd plot and plan to keep us a bard,
but my ma had a headache.

You escaped?

Well, I just had to see you.

Well, you know.

Happy to deliver any time, sir.

Isn't shopping on account the most
marvellous thing?

You're very well dressed for the rustic
local.

Quite exotic.

Thank you.

Well, Blanche, my mare, introduced me to
the finest of things.

Which are?

Coutures.

Gloves and hats?

No!

Silks, trims, pearl buttons.

In fact, all types of haberdashery.
Well, then you'll love the Dreyfus.

Sometimes once you please to dance, and
you make my heart sing.

Excuse me.

Hey, come on now. Everyone move back.

I told you to get back to work.

But leave the quarry peacefully.

He chose this.

Get out of the way.

Come on.

Over here.

Come on. What just happened?

Lord Penryn from the mainland.

Starving his men back to work.

Lord Penryn.

Oh, do you not see that? John Wiggins.

Photographer. My card.

The Master's photography is ungodly.

But how can he capture your soul in a
box?

Ah! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Hey, Jolie, monsieur!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, I love you!

I would look gorgeous in that.

What is price, jeweler?

Enchante.

Oh, lovely.

Now, a good room?

Good day, your lordship.

Hello. Lady.

Sir.

I must set up an account here.

Magnificent. Lily, this is quite
inappropriate.

That's embarrassing.

Lily.

Hey, Freckles.

Why do you always carry this?

I like to keep her close.

Blanche, I formally introduce you to
Lily.

Enchante.

She's lovely.

Mama ordered Neville to chaperone me.

Normally I can't open a window without
him lurking, but... Gellert kindly made

my excuses.

What does the old dragon fear?

The rules.

The aristocracy shuns women who hang out
with men. And the daughter of a dead

baronet needs a blemish for your
reputation.

Family, you old boot.

Until I'm married off. Honor.

Is this boot only currency?

Do you really know my father?

I'm the only one who doesn't.

I don't think he wants to know me.

If he does this to you, we shall all be
affected.

The next heir might force Mama and I
onto the streets, despite having

grotesque riches.

Grotesque? While you remain Lord Paget,
you're... Disgustingly wealthy.

How disgusting?

More money than sense.

Speak with me, chuckaboo.

You're only a photograph graduate.

Sadly, your lordship, I am limited by
the incomes of our community.

The university is my most loyal client.

Now, what do they get up to? The better
question would be, what don't they get

up to?

theatrical hobby of mine, bards of the
annual alphabet.

It's my 21st soon, and I want a
commemorative gift for each man, woman,

and child of the isle. That is a
magnificent gesture, sir.

Although it may take some weeks to
produce an order of such a size.

If dimensions are an issue, how about
something smaller?

Well, it is possible to print quickly in
volume onto a postal card, sir. Bijou

representations of me could find their
way beyond Wales.

Indeed. And then... Nations other than
our own may acquaint themselves with

Lord Padgett's inimitable style.

Shall we say 200 cards?

A thousand.

For now.

Let's saturate eyeballs the world over.
Now, where should I place my dance?

As you are, sir.

I can see that sir is a natural model.

Father is going to love this.

Patience, please. Must I facilitate
the...

Delicate mechanical process.

And still, still, still, still, still.

Voila.

Is that it?

Oh, yes.

Shall we do the next one? Good idea.

And still.

Thank you very much.

I'm afraid it was for the best.

My lord.

Father never replied, did he?

Oh, well, Lord Padgett's lawyers
required his attention in the French

Riviera. It's my birthday.

Lord.

Mighty.

Mighty hammer.

A knickerbocker glory.

It was the most fabulous honey of our
fair father.

Neville said that everyone was asking
after you.

I've bought you a little something,
which I hope will amuse and entertain.

The very first motorized carriage on the
island.

Exhaust fumes really are smelly, but
I've solved the problem with the

lavender box to scent the air.

We can take trips around our estate, and
you can teach me the secrets of

landownership.

Would you, Father?

In the meantime, I'm bringing my joie de
vivre to this

rustic little island.

And I'm trying my best to be a really
good lord.

Well, we have done what we can.

I'm trying to secure our position here.

Darling. It is exorbitant wardrobe
that's depleting our funds and

jeopardizing even our lodgings here.

I have repeatedly petitioned my brother
to allow us to stay, at least until Lily

is married.

Well, on that point, I have some good
news.

Indeed?

Speak of the devil.

And who doth appear?

Mama. Neville. Lily.

Stand there.

Lord Penryn.

Rock.

My pleasure.

Lily.

Leaving so soon, Lady Chetwynd.

Magnificent beast.

Fastenings, and all Parisian.

For a taste of home, sir.

Phoebe, I'm famous.

Oh, sir.

The Queen of Romania.

That's me, in the fabulous hat. That
line is so flattering, sir.

Take off your mother.

Mr. Taylor, you have exceeded yourself
with this sublime fabric.

What's he doing?

He's taking a walk with Lord Penrith,
sir.

Marry him?

Normals should not set rules for
exceptionals.

Although he is exceptionally old for
you.

If this goes ahead, we'll never be able
to do this again.

Well, go for a walk.

You have no idea.

You say you save fate, Henry.

I mean, your papa has never truly
accepted you. Mama plans to keep us

apart. And Lord Penryn... Why? What?

To protect my honour.

What honour?

He needs to secure your possession.

You should provide your papa with an
heir.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Men love sons.

I am more than just credentials.

Oh.

Oh, we could free each other.

Walk the aisle as allies.

With no children guaranteed?

No children.

If we did, you must be true to yourself.

All truth and sin.

Protected by marriage, I'd be free to be
myself.

And no doing to bear.

I'll take your word for it. Come along.

Choppy! Help me!

Your queen wishes to raise a toast to
her fabulous...

Bride. And darling chum, Lily.

Hip, hip.

Lily. Hip, hip.

Lily. Hip, hip.

Lily. Choppy. Oh, sir, sir, sir. The
professional men and trades of Anglesey

would like to thank you very much for
your loyal custom.

What's the occasion?

A wedding.

Is this a joke?

The fourth market.

Well, not very good.

What happened to me?

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Enchanté.

Dear wife.

Regretting it?

Maybe we should have waited.

You prefer Lord Penryn? No, no, no, no.
I just...

feel so grown

up.

Let's never behave like grown...

You could look a little more impressed.

I have a physical attraction to duels
that I am powerless to resist.

I wish I were too.

Toppy? Toppy?

No.

Go back, will you? Go, go.

Take no meditation.

And my advice?

Then we can...

Someday, lift a toast to your long and
happy

marriage.

Whatever took him last night has
threatened his already weak lungs. Is

there anything we should do, sir?

Just enjoy every minute.

What does that mean, sir?

Let his lordship seize every bloody day.

Here. Ah.

Right there, my coverage.

Hello.

Bonjour,

my friend.

Dirty darlings. Well, we provide clean
clothes, food, accommodation, all

entirely dependent on patrons such as
your lordship.

Is it just as you recall, Gellert? Some
things never change, my lord.

Hello. Bonjour.

Bonjour. How do you do?

How do you do?

Ah, I'm very well. How are you?

Good. They like me.

You can't afford not to.

Gillip, we need toys.

Clothes and bath salts.

It's time for pharmacy.

Medieval Europe. Queen Eleanor of
Aquitaine and King Henry II of France.

Tudor England, Queen Elizabeth I, and
George

IV's extravagant lifestyle earned him
the contempt of the people.

He's dead. You must take your
medication.

Tease the day when energy comes.

Now, remember, smart yet... I wish I
were wearing trousers.

Why do you never wear that tiara? On
that matter of a concern... Stop, stop!

Now, the draper has some fine gossip on
him.

My lord, might I cover your legs with
this scarf? I'm just a bit worried about

the draper.

That's the point.

My blood is quite high from my
exercises.

It is quite warm today.

It is not.

That's it. Sure.

Thank you.

Quite missed you, Mr. Fitzroy.

Are our friends in London?

Well, talk in the capital is entirely of
Lord Padgett and his stage antics.

They're like me. You're... Bizarre
theatrical leads. Are delighting the

aristocracy. Are causing mayhem for your
papa.

Your father ruined his own rep with
three wives.

He still writes you?

Yes. And he reminded me in our recent
correspondence that Oscar Wilde rots in

Reading Jail for similar theatrical
debauchery.

My lord!

The players have arrived with their
luggage.

Send them in. Come on.

Hello. Hello. It's lovely to meet you
properly.

How long are they staying, Toppy?

Wild. The idlest man in London.

That'll irritate those beastly peers.

It's the coming of a lord.

It's not a lord's outfit.

It's a dancer's attire. Your papa will
hate it. I mean, it's Philo Neville, the

period. It will delight and entertain my
friends and allies.

Well, it could not be more than they
expected.

My lord, Mr. Morris Price.

Oh, Morris.

Now, Morris has imported rarities from
the four corners of the globe.

Come on.

Dazzle me, Morris.

I'm ready. My lord, what an original
method to exhibit one's passion for

gems. I do hope you have a strong
thread, Mr. Taylor.

Some quite weak.

Morris.

Keep on too far, Gellert.

It depends what we're using as a unit
of.

Measurement, Miss Lily.

Sir,

you are complete.

Oh, Tommy.

A living masterpiece.

Do you really think so?

Sir should be mindful of...

Gyrating?

You are always telling me of your bad
qualities, Lord Goring.

I have only told you half of them as
yet, Miss May.

Are the others very bad?

Quite dreadful.

When I think of them at night, I go to
sleep at once.

A scandalous entertainer in the
bloodline.

Believe you're so un-English.

Clearly attributable to a French
childhood.

This profligate hunger for fame comes at
a very heavy price.

Be careful.

It'll all be mine.

Be careful.

There may soon be nothing left for you.

Unless his reign is fleeting.

He'll help.

What?

Well, he's so pale, he's so fragile.

Of course.

He'll help.

Ladies and gentlemen, now for an
exceptional and memorable interval

entertainment.

Lord Paget, the modern bard of fashion,
will seduce you as he presents the

premiere of his incomparable...

Nick Durant. Durant is French.

What brought you to my production, Nick
Durant?

You are a rare and unique proposition,
sir.

Enough about me.

Tell me more.

A lord who doesn't care for the
old-fashioned rules, whose theatricality

transgresses the status quo. A man who
has the strength to be entirely himself.

Be yourself?

Everyone else is taken.

Sir should be free to imagine
fantastical shows without being burdened

by the mundanities of staging.

And Sir needs an ally to share his
vision and to realize subsequent shows

at none less than Sir's own high
standards.

You, Sir... Sir's wasted

dancing in a parlor.

Drawing room?

A rare and unique individual, such as
yourself, deserves a professional stage

and full-length curtains.

Red velvet.

Footlights. Using the latest electric
technology.

We must do something about the
acoustics.

Godly man, sir.

Well, God gave me my talent.

He shouldn't mind I have my own
particular type of worship.

Then I shall make you a star.

Neville, how can you just stand by and
watch?

Your husband, head of the house, let the
vampires in.

Cheers. No whooper-ups, mind? Oh, no.
Only trained professionals.

Copy. Oh, guess what?

I'm bringing theatre to the island. I am
fed up with those parasites.

The Anglesey Castle players? Yes, they
must go.

They live on fires as...

Her contract.

They're taking advantage of you.

They are employed by me. As now is Mr.
Durant, our producer.

Congratulations, Mr. Durant. I wish to
speak... As you were.

I wish to speak with my husband alone.

Sweetheart.

Hello. Tell Mummy Daddy will be there
soon enough.

Toby, do not let him speak for you.

My lady.

Please tell me.

What? Have I upset you?

No.

No. Then why not invite your oldest
friend to your wedding?

It just happened suddenly.

You were clearly not with child.

No. Why marry your first cousin?

Because the alternative was unthinkable.

Mama needed a home and it was always fun
when it was just us.

Yes.

Men are all the same.

I prescribe weekly visits to me as a
break from his egotistical madness.

Clara. Oh, I've missed you.

I can't believe you're a mother now.

Yes.

Oh.

Theatrical props by a trusted Liverpool
firm who also do unpainted scenery.

We must have the finest costumes.

Morris, Angel, and Son.

Shaftesbury Avenue.

London. Gorgeous.

And the wigs can't age. It's terribly
distracting.

How's the script?

Sarah has a particularly amusing role as
the Vizier's son, Pico.

A funny fellow who's a bit moony of a
yummy-yum.

His guiding star.

Pico? That's right.

I, uh...

Like it? You will love it.

I'll be playing Abanaza.

And brief John to photograph the cars.

And, um... On the question of...

budget, sir.

Uh... Funds are available wherever...

creativity and inspiration are
concerned.

It's not about the money.

No, man.

Dear father, please would you teach me
how to manage my financial affairs?

I want to be as exceptional as you, but
I fear that because I am not as worldly

wise, I will always struggle with
budgets and numbers and

responsibilities.

Gellert does all he can, but you are the
oracle of clever situations.

In other matters, the Anglesey-Carter
players have settled in nicely, and

Blanche Jr. looks divine in our matching
costumes.

How's that?

Sounds wonderful, sir.

Very inspiring. Good.

Um, could we go back to, um, I want to
be as exceptional as you? I think

that's as far as I got.

Okay, well, come on, keep up.

Oh,

money

is such hard work.

Come. Talk to me about future
productions that you want to put on.

Because if we put on the right
productions, money will flow in. And we

won't have to worry about it at all.

Okay. Ah,

yeah, you love it.

I love you. I'm having the best time,
honestly. Your birthday.

Music. That's what's important. Yes, and
we're all here to celebrate Clara.

Right.

Cheating. Thank you. Right.

I've got my eyes on you, Clara.

And you.

You're out, Kenny. I'm sorry.

It's all right. Get up. All right, thank
you.

Hello.

Oh, no.

That's quite sad. Oh, well.

Yeah, that's very big.

Your bizarre domestic situation is
causing all sorts of tongues to wag.

In the press, of course, and in the beer
taverns all across the nation.

What do they call us?

The, um, peculiar pageants.

Do you know what they call you?

No. Lord Penryn, Mr.

Hickoryman. Their wives and children beg
for scraps. You.

You feast in the castle. Their pitiful
blood is not.

Tell me about the marriage, Ben.

Excuse me?

Has it... the marriage been... What?

I didn't mean to consummate it here.

You should be very proud, Arthur. She's
magnificent. How dare you?

You monster!

I think you should put your wife on a
leash, sir.

Till she learns to behave like a lady.
Shame on you, sir.

For embarrassing their ladyship.

For sure.

have with my lifestyle.

Fun, is it?

Who wouldn't want to live in a dream,
sir?

Trouble with dreams is we have to wake
up from them.

I've no wonder your father abandoned
you.

Happy birthday, Clara.

Choose any.

Lily!

You shall reduce our good name to an
unpleasant anecdote in the private clubs

of Mayfair.

What?

You want to talk about us, Clara?

Well, your husband should stop
performing and protect his wife. I

married him to protect myself.

Oh, a marriage said with a theatrical
producer.

Your reputation is fragile, Lily.

You can't touch pitch without catching
smear. Oh, you.

You have the chance to comment on my
marriage in my own home, yet at the same

time happily accept Hobbes' gifts.

Oui.

in the Anglesey players?

Ho, ho.

What's less amusing is your husband
looting your family, our family, for

baubles and discarding them as cigarette
ends.

You wish you were next in line.

I would be better at it.

And I'd make sure you, Lady Chapman,
were protected from this.

But you're not a Lord Padgett.

Do you honestly believe he'll live even
five more years?

He's a consumptive.

And upon his death, you will be forced
to remarry. But who will marry the widow

of a showman shunned by his peers?

Or... we could do something.

What do you want in return?

Whilst he can afford it.

A divorce.

Profligate and shameful.

Single-handedly desecrating the beloved
Padgett ancestry and ruining centuries

of hard-won lineage with his folly and
extravagance.

Well, I'm sure it won't be far. I had it
here somewhere. I'm sure of it. Try to

stay calm, my lord, for your health.
I've lost the bloody cigarette case.

You left without me last night.

That fool, Penring.

Me. Me.

You left without me. Nothing to do with
another drunk lord.

I was only half rats.

Judgment. I'm your ally.

This excess that seems to be driving
you. It is not you, Dobby. I've looked

everywhere. How are you going to drive
me to? These gifts, this lifestyle.

It is making you sicker.

Please.

I'm living according to our plan. You
are not living according to Blanche's

plan.

This relentless extravagance.

It's not your truth.

running costs have escalated beyond the
means of this estate, my lord.

We must face the facts.

We cannot sustain the theatre company.

I'm supposed to be rich.

Of course, in a way you are, sir, but
you see, the Paget estate across England

raised substantial funds but for your
father, the Marquis.

Until he... Until you receive the title,
you must depend upon

income from the island.

Rental income from the island's
properties, which I've managed for you.

It will all be mine one day. Can't we
manage until then? Lord Padgett will

terminate my employment if I can't
balance the books. I refuse to let that

happen.

I'm sorry.

When my health allows, I must perform.

Nothing else matters to me, Gallop.

Not even her ladyship?

I don't deserve Lily.

Come.

You want to have a sip?

The father wants to meet me.

All right.

Search high and low. There is no more
Welsh tweed. Oh, and no needed most

urgently, sir.

Of course, the garments take a week.

Well, time is of the essence, you see.
We plan to leave this week.

No expense bad.

Quite right, my wife.

Too ill to travel, Toppy.

At long last.

I can introduce you to your father, the
Fourth Market. I'll come too, to

represent his lordship's creative
interests.

This should be a private visit, for
husband and wife.

Should I have worn the pearls?

Would you like me to take the wheel?

No, I can do it.

However long it takes.

Thank you, Neville, for taking care of
Mama.

I am more than happy to accompany you.

No, that's fine.

Send my best to the Marquess.

Lord Padgett.

Lord Padgett, yes, that's me. Lord
Padgett, 4th Marquess of Anglesey. My

father, yes.

Is dead, your lordship.

Deepest condolences on behalf of the
principal estate staff.

You are the most honourable 5th Marquess
of Anglesey, my lord.

Earl of Uxbridge and Middlesex, Baron
Padgett of Bodesset, the county staff,

etc.

Was his lordship's death expected?

We have been sadly aware of his
lordship's declining health. He knew.

He was dying.

We're finally free, Toppy.

His lordship.

instructed me to pass a keepsake on to
you.

It belonged to your namesake, your very
grandfather, Field Marshal Henry William

Padgett, the most honourable Marcus of
Anglesey. The first Marcus?

Regretfully, no.

May I see him?

Of course, Your Lordship.

Too late.

Never good enough.

I've itched in this suit the whole way

for you.

I built you a throne.

Father, still you didn't come.

seat my butterfly down.

Magnificent.

Why didn't I come sooner?

Useless boy.

You never taught me how to be a lord.

What was right about you?

My lord, my lord.

You're not a bastard!

Calm down.

Calm down.

Advise the Martianess that I'd like to
view her closet, sir.

Apologies, William Foy. Any breakages or
distress?

He doesn't know himself.

Which is why he'll empty us all of
everything.

He's your charge, so take charge, sir,
or this tail of yours will certainly wag

the dog.

I'll take care of it.

Some of my advisors, I intend to
mortgage all the estates. Mortgage?

Use the money to take the Anglesey
Castle players to the next level. What?

Nick, consider yourself greenlit. We
shall launch a complete season of

events, each designed to inspire and
delight, with all proceeds in aid of the

orphanage. Variety? An extravaganza of
epic proportions.

Dancers, exotic animals, burlesque.

Male impersonators, female
impersonators. A gift for every man,

woman and child. Jugglers, clowns,
marvellous curiosities.

Every night, twice on Saturdays. Nick
Durant presents an Anglesey Castle

season of unsurpassed magnificence.

Wales won't have seen anything like
this. We're going to make history.

The fifth Marcus.

And the showmen that made it.

We're going to need coaches. We're going
to need boats to bring people in from

the mainland.

It's going to cost a pretty penny.

But boy, will we put on a show. On a
double.

I've got a world to make. What about the
funeral?

That's very kind of you to offer.

You are, after all, the son he never
had.

I'm here to trump family.

Again.

Actually, I'll take the lot.

Very good, sir.

Mr. Spinks is a trusted business advisor
of mine who has, as per your

instruction, opened a case regarding the
Fourth Marquess's legal documents.

My instruction?

As per your instruction, yes, sir. The
Lord Padgett's last word in testament

clearly indicates that the next heir is
his son, Henry. We are very well aware

of that, sir. Patience.

Please, sir.

Now, Mr. Spinks is greatly experienced
in finding ways and means of

interpreting such documents with...
specifically to find provision for

illness of the mind.

The fourth Marcus was of sound mind,
right up until the end. Oh, Jesus

Christ.

Undoubtedly. However, our inquiry was
directed at his heir. If not in his

correct mind, should the hereditary
rights stay with him, or should he

transfer to the next in line in order to
protect the interests of the dynasty?

May I speak to Lily first?

Let me have a word with her.

Never.

We would do well to trust Mr.

Sphinx.

Really.

Trust him.

Love interest.

Sexy love interest.

I'll be the judge of that.

Drag king, drag queen, burlap dancer,
juggler, clown.

This is an original Nick Durant
production.

Rehearsals start at 9am. And, uh, what
role do you have for me?

My production of mine would be complete.

Without our patron and benefactor,
there'd be nothing like this.

Quite.

The interval just wouldn't be the same
without you.

Mr John Wiggins, my lord.

Sir.

Your promotional images.

I must say, the stage is looking
particularly resplendent.

Sending them to my father, Mark Tell.

Is it time for your nap, my lord?

Sir,

if I may, your account is somewhat
overdue.

Help me, God.

Always be true to yourself.

Family is now constantly faced with
defending its reputation.

Like to get more theatrics.

Exorbitant on such a grand scale.

It keeps an unserved mind.

I'm single-handedly letting down the
peerage.

I can't go on. You can.

You can.

Right, okay. Take anything you can sell.

Stop, stop.

Take it off.

What are you doing?

Stop, John, stop.

Call the police. Call the money. I told
you. Call it off.

Go fetch.

This is my money.

Good boy.

My Lord.

John, come over here. Help me pick him
up.

My Lord. Come on. Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.

Fink, my fellow member of white.

He has impoverished this island.

Distracted the islanders.

Used their wages to buy jewels.

Does that make you feel ashamed, Gilly?

He has betrayed you.

You should put him in an asylum.

and we'll see players have gone. You can
divorce me.

In fact, I will pay you to divorce me,
and I will arrange a rising income for

you for every year we stay divorced.

Please be my friend.

dispensed with staff wages and piles of
jewelry.

I've ruined everything.

You don't listen.

You're right.

You're always right.

You're the only one who doesn't want
anything.

so much guilt these things happen
nobody's died you know once his lordship

has got himself back on his feet we'll
be back on on the road to recovery

What are the wages, sir, to make a
saving?

We'll make it work somehow, Gert.

I want to do something for Lily.

A surprise party in her honour.

Lady.

I don't know what to do about Toppy.

Neither do I, my lady.

He spoke of a falling out. And pain
appears to have rekindled their

friendship. Not to worry, sir.

There is more than sufficient evidence
of madness.

All we need now is a compliant doctor to
commit him.

We have a family doctor?

Probable.

Bring me the seal of the Fourth
Marquess, and I will arrange everything.

Here it comes.

Bloody whales.

That man.

Who are these people, Toppy?

It's a fancy headgear, boy. You're not
supposed to recognize anyone. Is there

one of my friends here?

Watch me do this now.

No one could have filled the whole album
with tonight's affair.

You've failed him, Toppy.

I can't afford to pay them.

Nor could you afford tonight's party,
but you still want to hurt with it.

It's a sickness.

you have i don't mean consumption
believe in me

aren't you our marriage has been arrived
but

this is where i disembark

Yes.

What is he saying?

My lord, if you wish to protect the
people of this island... And their

livelihoods.

There's nothing more that can be done,
sir.

Estimates suggest... Cautious estimates
suggest, my lord, that you've amassed

half a million pounds of accumulated
debt. No case I have ever seen has come

close to this level of reckless,
irresponsible spending, sir. Complete

negligence towards the tradesmen who
have supplied you.

You are in danger of losing the entire
Paget fortune.

here, which has given employment
protection to the people of this island

for centuries.

Furthermore, your tenants will be
swallowed up by this debt.

You have stolen the trust of all those
who have depended on you for their

livelihood and forever impoverished
their families.

By laying waste to the business
community, the islanders will be forced

to migrate to the mainland.

Two Lord Penryn's quarries.

John.

Exquisite suit, sir.

No.

Thank you, Mr. Davis.

Forgive me for being blunt, sir.

You have set me free.

I never asked to be titled.

My highest achievement was becoming Mr.

Lily Padgett.

I've an idea.

It won't make up for everything, but it
should help some of those I've wounded.

It is regretful, sir.

But despite your idiosyncrasies, you are
very well liked

on the island.

Please consider the highest possible
values in your estimates today.

The folk of this island, who I have so
let down, deserve

the best price for their goods and
services.

In the absence of mental clarity, power
transfers to the next heir.

The Marquess never mentioned... Lord
Padgett's legal advisors drew up this

document to protect the lineage.

It states...

That until the next heir is chosen, you
shall answer to Mr. Fitzroy.

The wheels of progress are cruel, Mr.
Spinks.

He did this to himself.

It was bad behavior.

Bad behavior?

I am preserving the line for future
generations.

Please, skeleton.

What are you doing, Sharon? There's work
to be done.

They're going to do something bad to his
lordship. What?

And you can't fire me, sir, because I'm
not being paid.

I guess I've got that key.

You have taken advantage of his
lordship's trusting nature.

Oh, you were perfectly happy to take his
money until it ran out. You, sirs, are

guilty of encouraging him. His lordship
invited it. He likes to shop. Shall

these bills never be paid?

Oh, for God's sake, sir.

Is there nothing more to life than
money?

Four shillings for this. Yes, sir.

It's a pound, at least, surely.

There is a legal document drawn up to
protect this estate which ensures

that his lordship will be committed to
an asylum.

Don't understand?

His lordship may have danced in jewels,
but the chap's not insane.

You can't reduce someone's whole life to
the size of their debts.

We provided his lordship assets in good
faith, sir. Now, you cannot deny we have

been badly let down here.

Boris, you have benefited greatly from
this.

We all have.

I've acquired jewels from the finest
suppliers.

I've turned a business from a humble
backwater into a luxury destination.

And all on the promises of a dreamer.

And when you look at it like that...
It's been brilliant.

Ah, that's beautiful.

Shall we all have a little drink? Oh,
very good idea, yes.

Don't blame me for what we've done.

I've only ever done my best for you.

You and I are stronger aligned.

Keep that rabble out until we've taken
his lordship away, if that proves to be

necessary, of course. My lord, it is not
dignified.

Don't lecture me about dignity.

The fifth mark has always wanted an
audience.

My lord, come on, quickly.

This could have been so much easier,
Libby.

No, please, please.

You can take his title as a mistake, but
don't take him.

It's done.

I'm thinking of your welfare.

Don't. Don't.

He's fading fast.

Move, idiot.

You're irrelevant.

The peace and quiet of an institution is
what he needs. My lord, I shall be the

judge of that. Oh, yes, of course, of
course. I wouldn't dream of interfering.

Lord.

Henry Cyril Padgett.

What?

Now!

Get out of the chair.

Who the hell are you?

Mr. Taylor, sir.

Henry Badger!

Quickly!

Stop him!

Stop him!

One of you my dog. No!

Why are you longing? Are you in bread,
idiot?

Do something.

You two go and find him. You follow me.

Wait! No!

Let us pass.

Please.

Help us.

Both do it.

Come on, bud.

Have a dancing, Marcus.

Relax, eh?

Relax. Thank you, sir. Please remember
me. Always. Always.

I kept it safe.

From you.

I tried to pull a hurt voice.

Blonde should be so proud.

Always.

Fly now.

I'm too old, my lord.

I'll wait here.

Thank you for your service.

This has been fabulous.

Mad?

That's fabulous.

Thank you.