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19 years since we embarked
on this life together.

Six since you tiptoed to my
room and told me there was a
gentleman come to keep me warm.

Exclusive patronage of Sugar, by me.

You're leaving us, then?
After all these years?

What is this?

This is yours.

And mine. Some lucky gent has taken
the legendary Sugar off the market.

Before we'd had
the benefit of her charms.

I'm afraid all is not as it
should be. Your womb has moved.

Agnes lost a child?

No, we have a child. We have?

A daughter. Sophie.

On bad days I take
a couple of these.

Trust me, you will
hardly know yourself.

I have a guardian angel.
I will come back for you.

I wish for all the world
that I could live with you.

What is the matter with
the men in your family?

Mrs Fox is dying.

I can't wait for you to join me.

Could I not, in fact,

live with you as your new governess?

You're not serious?

This programme contains scenes
of a sexual nature.

Held up. As usual. Waiting for you
has only ever sharpened my appetite.

Trying to sort out Henry's estate
on top of everything else,
it's just, ach!

Which is why our current
arrangement is no longer viable.

Marylebone must go.

But William... I am
stretched too thin.

How often have you said how...

restorative you
find our time together?

Indeed. Which is why I would like
you to move to Chepstow Villas.

And become Sophie's governess.

To live in your house?

With you?
I thought that was what you wanted?

Don't tell me you've changed
your mind? Oh, William!

Mrs Rackham!

Mr Rackham?

Not now, Letty. I'm busy.

But sir...

KNOCK ON DOOR >

Clara has found Agnes burying
her diaries in the garden.

Her diaries? Apparently she
wants to make a fresh start.

Curlew wants to lock her up.

I can't wait for you and I
to be together.

Cheeseman! Take Miss Sugar's bags.

I'll take that.

Mind yer step, Miss.

Letty, this is...Miss Sugar.
Our new governess.

How do you do, Miss? I hope...
I trust she will be happy here.

Such a beautiful house.

Miss Cleave will speak with you
before she leaves for her train.

Allow me to show you to your room.

Mrs Rackham's room.

And my own.

The room is not as spacious
as you're used to.

No.

But it will oblige us to
remain very close together.

Excuse me, Sir.
Just come through with it.

Miss Cleave will tell you all you
need to know about my daughter.

And much more besides, I don't doubt.

And will Mrs Rackham be joining us?

I don't think so.

I had hoped this
would go without saying,

but it would be best if you
could take care of Sophie

in a manner that allows Mrs Rackham
to go about her general business

without actually seeing Sophie.

At all? Exactly.

She finds the child disturbing.

Letty! Not in here! Not in here!
For heaven's sake!

Put it in the dressing room
with all the other junk...

I swear a Spaniel
takes better instructions.

No, don't push it! You'll break it.

This is a preposterous overreaction.

You will forgive me if I disagree.
I merely wished to bury the past.

Am I not permitted to go
forward unencumbered?

Miss Cleave?

Forgive me, I have kept you.

Miss Sugar. Eight years
I have been in this house.

In that time I have been both
wet and dry nurse to this child.

Heavens. You will find Sophie
in the main a well-meaning thing.

She isn't stupid but her mind is
very easily jolted off the rails.

At such times
a firm hand is required.

We don't want her going
the way of a...a Bedlamite.

I'll bear that in mind.

We alternate two sets of sheets.

She wets the bed, you know?

The sheets are not yet dry,
you'll have to come down later.

Now, you must be formally
introduced to the child.

Miss Cleave,
I believe you have a train to catch.

Please allow me to introduce
myself to Sophie.

Just watch out. She can be
quite the little actress.

She'll twist you round her little
finger if you're not careful.

Good morning, Soph...

Forgive me.

You were sleeping.

I am Miss Sugar.

How do you do, Miss?

I know you are Sophie.
You so closely resemble your father.

Sophie, do you have another room?

A playroom, perhaps?

So where do you keep your toys?

You do have toys, don't you?

I have him.

His name's Twinings.

My grandpa gave him to me.

He was riding a tin elephant
with tea inside,

but they took that away.

He's much too handsome to be
shut up in that dusty chest.

Miss Cleave says I'm not
to have a smelly old doll
in my good clean room.

She says she doesn't like
to look at his black face.

Well, Miss Cleave has gone now.

I should like him to
join us for our lessons.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.

See me safely through the night
and wake me with the morning light.
Amen.

What... What is it?
What's wrong?

Do you resemble your father, Miss?
Oh...

That's a very good question, Sophie.

I've never thought about it.

Perhaps you favour your Mama?

Not at all. Do you favour yours?

I couldn't say. I haven't
seen her since my birthday.

'Dear diary, I am gripped by terror.

'Dr Curlew has been called and
his black bag frightens me.

'I have begged Clara not to let
him in but she prattles that
everyone is worried about the baby.

'How very late it is

'and that it must come soon.

'Whose baby can this be? I wish
William would inform me about
whom he invites to this house.'

KNOCKING

Dearest.

I haven't known whether
to come and find you.

No, no, better not.

How are you getting on?

You rue the day you came, don't you?
Not at all! You have a weary look.

Would you like me to
hire you a nursery maid?

No, that's not necessary.
It's true I haven't slept but,
that's because of this bed.

It's too small, I knew it.

William, it hasn't been christened.

CLATTERING

MOANING

SHE MOANS

CLATTERING

Do you remember our first time?
HE SNORTS

Oh! What a disgrace I was then.

But I knew you were
a great man in the making.

Are you really managing
all right with Sophie?

We are very happy.

I did wonder,

when's her birthday?

August the...

something. Why?

Well, Sophie told me that she hadn't
seen Agnes since her birthday.

She means since the day
she was born.

Good morning, Letty.

Good morning, Sophie.

I'm sorry, Miss. I'm bad.

No, Sophie, no, you're not bad.

Not at all.

Let's get you clean.

I'm sore down there.
Well, you've been sleeping
in wet sheets for too long.

Did Miss Cleave have a
special cream she used on you?

Well, I'll get you some.

I cannot tell you how anxious
I have been to see you, Mrs Fox.

They say your recent recovery is...

nothing short of miraculous.

Miracles are rare, Mrs Rackham.

I prefer to think I was
simply nursed back to health.

Come now!

Henry assured us he had
seen you on your deathbed!

Henry saw me at my
very worst, it's true.

And I regret that. You've been
to the Convent of Health...

..haven't you?

No. St Bartholomew's Hospital.

Are you... Are you seriously asking
me to believe that you were snatched

from the jaws of you-know-what
by nothing more than good nursing?

The convent of which you speak
is not known to me.

If I am scrupulously honest,
Mrs Fox, its precise location
is a mystery to me.

Luckily, they have provided
me with an angel escort,
ready for when the time comes.

'The stretcher on
which I lie is lifted

'and carried through the sunlit
trees to the gates of the convent.

'I hear the train which delivered
me hooting and moving off
on its return journey.

'She whom has taken me under
her wing is waiting at the gates.

'I'm carried into the convent,
into a warm cell at its very heart,

'which glows in colours
from the stained-glass windows.'

Trust me.

TINKLING WATER

Morning, Sophie!

Sophie, good girl.

Thank you, Miss.

Hard at work, today, Mrs Rackham?
Yes, indeed, Clara.

If Bodley and Ashwell, those
idiot friends of William's,
can publish books

that are no more than their opinions
about life, well, why can't I?

You're writing a book?

It will be like my diary,
but for the public.

A great web of like-minded souls all
waiting on The Illuminated Thoughts

and Preternatural Reflections
of Agnes Piggott.

That's my real name, you know?

It sounds fascinating.

If only I hadn't buried
all my old writings.

They'd have been such
invaluable research material.

Oh, I'm sure there's plenty
more where that came from.

Yes.

New books!
I asked your father for them.

Your old ones are out of date.

History is on the move.

You change every day
and so does everything around you.

Even you?

Even me.

The owl and the pussycat
went to sea in a beautiful
pea-green boat

They had some honey
and plenty of money
wrapped up in a five-pound note

The owl looked up at the stars above
and sang to his small guitar...

Are you cold at night,
now the weather's turned?

Would you like another blanket?
Yes, please.

How did you know?

Did your nurse bring you
an extra blanket when
you were a little girl?

No. But that's how
I know you'd like one.

Look, there's a wiggly worm!

William, we have discussed
everyone except you.

Your life is becoming quite shrouded
in mystery and I am so curious.

Did you, for example, ever find
a governess for your daughter?

Yes, I did, thank you.

Not a rescue girl, I hope?

What makes you think that?

Well, Mrs Fox is striving to
convince anyone with the least

servant problem to take one
of her reformed specimens.

She knows better
than to approach me.

I had a rescue girl in my kitchen,
was obliged to dismiss
her very swiftly.

Why? What happened?

Nothing I could discuss
in polite company.

Am I polite company?

Oh, William. You are sui generis!

I feel as if I could discuss
any subject with you.

Yes, he is, isn't he?
Miss Sugar, I found another one.

Miss Sugar, how do you do?

Very well, thank you, Sir.

A brighter day today.

Yes, yes, it is. I brought
Sophie outside for her lesson.

She's grown so pale.
A lady can never be too pale.

But a child needs some air.

I find Sophie such a
hardworking little girl.

How very agreeable for you.

Very good, Sophie.

Miss Sugar.

Mr Rackham? Might I have a word with
you later, when you have a moment?

Of course.

Who is that lady, Sophie?

I don't know, Miss.
I've seen her before.

My father says I was
a good girl, Miss.

That's not what he said.

You wanted to see me?

Yes!

I miss you.

To see you in the garden today

and not be able to touch you
was torture.

Really?

I feel so dowdy.

All my good clothes
are in the trunk.

You don't need your old get-ups
to take care of Sophie.

No, of course not.

But I don't want you to grow
bored of me. Bored?

Sugar, you saved me!
You can't imagine how much of
a stranger I felt in this house.

But then you arrived and...

We have a home here.

Exactly that.

And I am grateful.

How grateful? Very grateful.

But I must go now. Bodley and Ashwell
are launching their new book.

The Great Social Evil.

Perhaps later?

We'll see.

Who's there? Miss Sugar, I'm sorry!

I just, I need to check
for Mrs Rackham.

Janey? Clara?

Agnes, where are you?
DOGS BARK

Agnes?

Agnes, where are you?

Mrs Rackham?

SHE GASPS

AGNES SOBS

My angel!

I knew you'd come!
Agnes, what have you done?

Please, I'm ready.

Get me away! I... I can't.

You're my only hope.

I will help you. When? Soon.

You promise? You promise?!

Yes. But first I have
to let them know you're safe.

Safe?

In this house? With him?

Don't worry, Agnes.

I'm watching you.

I see everything.

Stay still.

Mr Rackham!

AGNES CONTINUES SOBBING

I've been telling you for months,
your wife requires specialist
treatment away from this house.

I am asking you to help hasten her
recovery, here, in her own home.

Nobody blames a man for sending
his wife to hospital if she has
a broken leg or contracts smallpox!

That is a facetious comparison.

Oh, Rackham. You simply have
to rid yourself of this notion

that your wife is a well person who
suffers occasional bouts of illness.

She is a very sick person who
occasionally has a good day.

She's been doing marvellously well
these... Of course she hasn't!

Now, this absurd pantomime
has gone too far.

It's high time Agnes admitted
to being a mother.

She has me at my wits' end.

And why the hell did
I ever call Curlew?!

Hush, my love. He wants me to
condemn my wife to a living hell
because she can't use a spade.

William, you're beside yourself.
She'll be no trouble
from now on, though. Oh, no.

Curlew has finally made himself
useful in that respect.

What do you mean?
She's to be sedated.

Day and night.

Is that necessary?
What have I just been telling you?!

Day and night.

Do you understand?!

My angel.

Jessie Sharpleton, just back
from Zanzibar, and Clarence Ferry.

Ah, he wrote Her Regrettable Lapse.
I saw it at the Haymarket.

How I love to be surrounded
by my denizens of the age to come.

I say, Rackham. Lord Watson.
You've been a busy chap.

Even in the apothecaries in Venice
I find your phiz, stamped on all
the little pots and bottles.

A miracle of the modern age, sir.

I can be making a fool
of myself in Venice and Paris
without ever leaving London!

Very good!
LAUGHTER

Clara, I am surprised
to see Mrs Rackham sitting up.

Clara has decreased my medication
now that I am in less pain.

That is not a decision for Clara.

She was doing as I asked.

I have suffered a most
humiliating rebuff.

Cheeseman says he's forbidden
to take me to church.

My dear. It's Friday.

My church.

I need a miracle
of healing, William.

But Agnes... Agnes, you cannot walk.

Cheeseman can carry me. No.

I will not have you become
a laughing stock.

What a cowardly,
conventional man you are, William.

Agnes, you are ill.

I'm trying to take care of you.

When have you ever taken care of me?

When? When?!

Agnes, no!

No, Agnes...

Agnes, not in front of the servant!

Agnes! Stop it!

Agnes!

My body is turning into raw meat
and all you care about is what
other people think!

Agnes, for pity's sake!
Mrs Rackham, please!

Stop it, stop it!

You're hurting me.

Go play with someone else.

Sophie.

How nice it is to see you downstairs.

Where is your mama, Miss?

She's at home, in her house.

All alone? No.

She has visitors.

The next card I make is for her.

We'll see, Sophie.

Who were you looking
after last Christmas?

A little boy, Christopher.

Who's looking after him now?

I don't know.

Surely we should make him a card?

Merry Christmas, one and all!

Where's Agnes?

Upstairs, sleeping.

Ah, doped up. Better for everybody.

I don't know about that,

but it does mean that Sophie
can join us for the first time.

Will you look at the size
of the child!

Ha-ha!

Now, then, where are the presents?

Oh, thank you, Miss Sophie.

Thank you.

Thank you, Miss Sophie.

Oh, Miss Sugar.
No, no. Er, Sophie...

Please, allow me.

Erm, Mr Rackham,
that's very generous.

Books, Miss? Yes, Sophie.

Shakespeare.

Your father and I share a passion.

Miss Sophie.

This is a precision instrument
entrusted to me by an
explorer I once met.

Let me show you how it works.

You take this off,
look through the window.

Allow me, Sophie.
LAUGHTER

Oh!

THEY APPLAUD

Open up!

THEY CHEER AND LAUGH

Miss? Hmm?

Do you think I could be
an explorer when I'm older?

I don't see why not.

It mightn't be permitted,
a lady explorer.

These are modern times, Sophie.

Women can do all sorts
of things nowadays.

Perhaps I could explore the places
the gentlemen explorers
just don't wish to explore.

Perhaps you could.

There's no use anyone
waking my mama now,

is there, Miss?

She has missed everything.

She is very ill, Sophie.

I think she'll die soon
and they'll put her in the ground.

If you like,

we can read the book
I gave you tomorrow.

Yes. Yes, I'd like that.

Goodnight, Miss Sugar.

And God bless.
You too, Sophie.

Christopher?

DOGS BARK AND PEOPLE CHATTER

"Dr Curlew leans over me. There is
no-one to stop him having his way.

"He places his hands on my belly
and the demon inside me

"lunges in rage and terror and then
tears its way out of me.

"Stars burst behind my eyes.

"I glimpse the vile creature
only for an instant.

"Naked, made of blood and slime."

Soon you'll be in a place where
you'll get better, my love.

You do want to be good,
don't you, Agnes?

Be good, sweet maid.

Hot...

Are you hot?

I didn't mean to hurt you
that first night.

I was made hasty by urgency.

And I thought...

I thought once we were under way
you would enjoy it.

Yes.

♪ Six strong men, lift me up

♪ Oh, no, don't let me fall... ♪

It's just been such a long time.

Don't be afraid, dear heart.

I'm going to embrace you.

You'll let me know if I hurt you,
won't you?

I wouldn't hurt you for the world.

SHE MOANS IN PAIN

♪ They've pierced my hands and feet.

♪ They've numbered all my bones. ♪

Shhh. Shhh.
SHE MOANS

HER MOANS ARE MUFFLED

HER MOANS BECOME FAINT

HE BREATHES DEEPLY AND SHE MOANS

DOOR LOCK CLICKS

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Help me!

AGNES SOBS

Help me.

AGNES CONTINUES TO SOB

Help me, please.

SHE CONTINUES SOBBING

Agnes.

They give me poison
and they hurt me.

He hurts me,

and his doctor does the same.

In the same place, always.

The doctor hurts you?

He pushes inside.

He digs away at me
with his sharp beak.

Agnes, no-one is going
to hurt you any more.

They're going to kill me.

Worms have eaten my diaries.

No-one will know I existed!

Agnes, your diaries are safe
with me.

Come on, let's get you to bed.

What time is it? Seven, Miss.
And Mr Rackham's asking for you.

"But our suffering in the flesh
will some day end.

"I have myself travelled in
my sleep to see the place where we
will pass into our second body,

"kept safe for us by
the angels of paradise."

I found it in Agnes' room.

It seems she's writing a novel.

She tells a good story, doesn't she?

Are you making a joke?

No, of course not... It is madness!

It's complete lunacy.

Well, she's just consoling...

Stop it!

Agnes is to be put away.

In an asylum. She leaves tomorrow.

Curlew will supervise her treatment.
But William...

She will be meticulously cared for.

The decision has been made.

Well, in that case, I can't think
what you need to know from me.

I need to know I'm not a monster!

God forgive me, Sugar, I can't
bear to be here when they come.

I'll stay at my club.

What if Agnes should resist?

She will be sedated. And Curlew
will have four strong men with him.

Four? To ensure that it proceeds
with dignity.

HE RINGS BELL

Agnes will be cured.

Curlew swears it.

She will come home

and we shall introduce her to Sophie.

She'll be a mother at last.

HE RINGS BELL

Damn it, is the entire house asleep?!

SHE RETCHES

Another whisky, sir? Yes.

'Oh, deary, deary.

'You poor baby.'

No!

'You need a nice, soft bed

'to lie down in.'

No. No. Get away from me.

You don't mean that.

Leave me alone! Leave me alone.

Oh, deary?

HE GROANS

Agnes. Agnes, wake up.

Drink this.

Drink it all up.

I'll be back.
Don't go back to sleep.

Is it time?

'Do exactly as I say, Agnes.

'I'll be watching you. Don't worry.

'The right destination
will reveal itself to you.

'The place you choose will be the
right place because you chose it.'

Lostwithiel.

SHE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

FOOTSTEPS RUNNING UP STAIRS

Miss Sugar?

I really have no idea
where she could have gone.

I find it very hard to believe
that Mrs Rackham

could have made her way out into the
world without the help of someone.

It is remarkable what a woman can do
when she sets her mind to it.

What's left of her mind.

This will be such a blow
for Mr Rackham. I do hope
Mrs Rackham returns before he does.

Indeed.

Mrs Rackham is an extremely
vulnerable individual.

And if someone has helped her...

..well, that's tantamount to murder.

'When you arrive
at your destination,

'walk deep into the countryside.

'Ask to be shown to the convent.

'Don't take no for an answer.

'Promise.'

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