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The loan is secured against
your interest in the foundry

- and against Trenchard Imports.
- Good.

[grunts]

It was His Lordship's brother.

I've seen him, same place I go.

- What about the baby's father?
- That's why I came to London

to find him.

[Stephen] You may not be able
to speak frankly, but I can.

I'm falling in love with you.

He and the Duchess
have invited us

- to lunch with them on Saturday.
- I am simply refusing.

[Marquise] No one
will ever see it.

I promise you.

I think perhaps...
she can't love me.

If Peter continues to improve,

do you think we might consider
reintroducing him to society?

As soon as he is recovered,

you leave this house,
and you do not come back!

We did request a banker's draft.

- It isn't usual practice.
- You knew we had to act quickly.

Mr. Bricus?

What is wrong with
my money, huh?

[Mawdie] I reckon he's
got a fancy woman.

- He writes to her.
- What?

[Emily] Reverend Trenchard
is extremely sick.

He's asked to see you.

Mr. Keck. You were in
Paris a long while.

How would you feel
about going back?

You are not Father's son.

[voice breaking] Liar.

[theme music playing]

[people chattering
indistinctly in French]

[serious music plays]

[Mrs. Dunn] Thank you, dear.

[tray clatters]

[sighs]

She's been marvelous
company for me

now that Emily is so often out.

Emily told me she
has a very sad past.

I've always thought
she must have done.

Well, apparently she was seduced
by a man in her hometown,

and then he left her,

and she had a baby, and
the poor little baby died.

That's dreadful.

How are you, my darling?

You look a little tired, if
you don't mind me saying so?

You're not unhappy, are you?

I couldn't bear that.
I really couldn't.

No. No, I'm fine.

Small difficulties.

So, Emily...

I had hoped to see her.

She's still extremely busy
with the bazaar, I take it?

No, no, no, not with the bazaar,

with poor Reverend James.

What do you mean?

I thought Frederick
would have told you.

He's dreadfully ill,
and he may not recover.

- James?
- Emily's devoted to him.

I rather think she's
pictured a future with him.

I mean, she's
there every minute,

helping his housekeeper
to... to care for him.

[sighs]

[contemplative music plays]

♪

[moaning]

[continues moaning]

[breathing heavily]

[Frederick] Father...

[whispers] James...

It's Frederick, Father.

[breathes heavily]

James

[gasps] James...

I have spent the last two days

studying my
grandfather's accounts.

I wanted answers as to
how he built his company

so quickly and
efficiently from nothing.

He borrowed. At
times he borrowed

over three times the
value of his assets.

It is as I've always
said. We are too cautious.

I am a Trenchard and
will not be held back

by those with less
courage than myself.

So, I take it you wish to borrow
more and invest it in what?

- The silver mine?
- Yes.

The Marquise sent me
some updated forecasts.

- They're highly impressive.
- They're certainly optimistic.

If they're correct, we would see
a yield of 25 to 30 percent...

What if they're wrong?
There's a lot we don't know.

How much silver is
left in the mine?

What happens if there's
an act of God...

We will thrash out the details.

Do you have a specific reason

for being wary of
the investment?

No, Your Lordship.

So, then what will
you borrow against?

Your estate in Somerset?

- Your property on Eaton Square?
- Absolutely not.

We borrow whatever's
left against the Foundry,

against Trenchard Imports,
against the patents.

Speak to the bank today, Ross.

I deeply regret what
happened on the heath.

I've thought of little else.

I wish I'd been able to
predict Peter's seizure

and that I'd been able
to prevent your children,

in particular,
from witnessing it.

Is the Duke still determined
that Peter be sent away?

Yes. Dr. Moorcroft is to
make arrangements for Peter

to go and live at a
clinic in Switzerland

for the rest of his life.

He will be gone by
the end of the year.

Duchess, a thought
occurred to me.

Do you remember Dr. Kerry?

- He runs the clinic in Kent.
- Yes, of course.

Dr. Kerry and his wife are
the very best of people.

They have not been
able to have children.

They have a warm,
beautiful home,

filled with love,
and it occurred to me

that they might be agreeable
to Peter living with them.

And you could visit
whenever you...

It's a kind thought,

but I'm afraid the Duke
would never agree to it.

I have also been thinking about
what happened on the heath

and hoping that you
were not distracted

by the presence
of Lady Trenchard.

I understand she was with you.

May I ask why?

Lady Trenchard is another
of my patients, Your Grace.

She finds the clamor of
London a little overwhelming,

so I suggested that she
take some fresh air.

She did so on only
two occasions.

I hope I have not been mistaken
in placing my trust in you.

You haven't, and I am
grateful for that trust.

Truly, Your Grace, I couldn't
value it more highly.

Good evening.

Frederick...

I saw my mother today,

and she told me that
James is extremely ill.

Did you know?

- I take it you did.
- Yes.

Frederick, please, would you
consider going to see him?

- I could go with you...
- I have seen him.

- When?
- He did his utmost, as ever,

to try to destroy
and discredit me.

What do you mean?

Clara, I did what
you would have me do.

I went to him at his request.

I heard what he had to say.
Let us leave it at that.

But how did he seem?

- Do you think he will recover?
- I really don't know.

Can you please respect the fact

that I do not wish to
discuss my brother?

- But...
- Please!

Can we please now
go about our lives

like any other couple
without this constant drama,

this constant provocation?

I don't mean to provoke you.

I know.

It's late, so...

I'm here if you need me.

[door opens]

I dearly wish I could visit him,
but it's out of the question.

Do you know what's
wrong with him, exactly?

No, only that he
might not survive.

I'll write to Emily.

Well, he's very young, isn't he?

It's likely he will recover.

And with your sister
caring for him...

I think she loves him.

I think she hopes to marry him.

What must she be going through?

I'm not sure the Reverend
is the marrying kind.

I can't tell you how I come
to think this, Your Ladyship,

but you know I'm not
one to speak lightly.

I don't think he could
ever love... a woman

in the way she would
want to be loved,

even a woman as
deserving as your sister.

[Emily] "But Martha was
cumbered by much serving

and came to him and said,
Lord, dost thou not see

that my sister hath left
me to serve alone?'"

[knock on door]

Nell, thank you for coming.

How is he, Miss Dunn?

Physically, the doctor
says he's mending,

but he is still refusing to eat.

I fear he doesn't
wish to live anymore.

Forgive me, but

sorry, I would be so grateful
if you would talk to him.

Please.

Nell...

[door closes]

Is it the loneliness, Reverend

which frightens you?

I'm... I'm not frightened.

I'm guilty

of so many sins.

I'm not fit to walk
upon the Earth.

Certainly not fit
to stand in a pulpit

and pretend I know how
people should behave.

Your words

your thoughts

have often been all that
holds me to the world.

If there's wickedness in you,

there is so much
more in me and...

Nell, you don't understand.

God despises me, rightly.

[sighs] He's... He's
turned his back on me.

[Nell] I think you're wrong.

I think that's something
we tell ourselves

to justify our inability
to face the truth

and live with it, day
after painful day.

The least we can do is
dedicate our lives to others

our usefulness, our hearts.

Through serving others,
we are serving God

and reaching for
a way back to him.

I'm certain of that now.

Only try,

and you will see it, too.

[sighs]

What happened with Peter,

it feels like a warning shot,

or a bad omen.

I don't believe in
omens, bad or good.

But yes, I do understand
what you're saying.

One word from the Duchess,

and my career would be at
an end in society circles

and your reputation,

it's infinitely more
important than that.

We need to stop
seeing each other.

Or we don't...

Or we don't.

I would give up any hope
of a career in London

if it meant I could be with you.

Clara, we could go anywhere...
We could start again...

- Stephen, stop, please...
- We could go overseas.

What would it matter as
long as we were together?

This is our one life!

Our one chance of happiness...

Stephen, stop! Please. I...

I gave my heart to Frederick.

He's not worthy of
you. You know he's not.

He is. I still believe he is.

Why?

Sorry.

But don't refuse me,
at least not yet.

Please think of
what we could share.

I long for you...
every part of you.

And I... I love you.

And I will always be
here waiting for you.

Get what they're
worth this time.

Mm-hmm.

A bottle of Madeira and
one of sherry, was it?

Mr. Enright said he thought

things had started
going missing.

You can't tell him. Please.

Oh, I get it! Wanting more,

wanting even a bit of
what the other lot have.

But you don't bite the
hand that feeds you.

Give in your notice tomorrow,
and I'll keep quiet.

That's the best I can offer.

What if I told you
something? Information

something you'd really,
really want to know.

- Like what?
- Something about your husband

and what he gets up
to behind your back.

[Enright] Mawd.

Morning, Mr. Enright.

As usual.

[coins click]

- Give it to me.
- Sorry...

A word to anyone,

and I'll put you on
the streets. Yes?

I'll deal with this.

[Ross] Ah, welcome
back, Mr. Keck.

[Keck] So, there was a peasant
in a village in the Charente,

a drunkard.

He had eight children,

the last of which thought she
was different from the rest,

prettier, cleverer...
Mathilde Balmadier.

She heard about a man living
in a rundown house close by.

He was a descendent of
the Marquis D'Étagnac.

She sought him out,
seduced him, married him.

There was no money, but
now she had the title,

and she set about borrowing
on the strength of it.

The banks... they were taken in.

[Keck] She does have money,

but it is money she
owes to someone else.

She robs Peter to pay Paul
on an astronomical scale.

I did hear something
rather surprising yesterday

from my dear friend Lady Harrow.

Ah, yes?

That Lady Trenchard was
seen walking on a heath,

with a gentleman...
not Lord Trenchard.

Really?

And apparently, she had
no one in attendance.

I happen to know that Lady
Trenchard has been using

the services of a physician

who prescribes fresh
air and walking

as a cure for anxieties
and such like.

Ah, dear.

I warned Lady Trenchard
this day would come,

and now, ah, dear, it has.

But here's the thing.
I had a tip-off

and paid a visit to
the Paris Law Courts.

There are seven outstanding
cases against her

[chuckles] debt and fraud,

but they're languishing.

As soon as they seem
to be progressing,

they get shelved... interventions
from her powerful friends.

There are two cases in which
the plaintiffs committed suicide

before their cases were heard.

My God...

My bet is, she's realized
it's only a matter of time

before a case gets through.

So, she packed her
bags and came here.

And where better than Belgravia
to find your next dupe?

I think dear Lady
Trenchard has been spending

a little too much time with
a certain group of gentlemen

what she calls "Bohemians,"
an artist, poets.

And then, there is this doctor,
who she speaks of constantly...

With legitimate
reason, as I've said.

Oh, of course.

But I believe our dear Clara

has allowed herself

- to be seduced...
- [gasps]

by a world very
different from our own,

where our standards
do not apply.

[serious music plays]

♪

[door closes in distance]

Mr. Ross. What a
pleasant surprise.

[Ross] Madame.

Please.

Madame Fourcade is
bringing us champagne.

- Oh, no need.
- I intend to have a glass.

It has been a busy day.

So, I assume you are here about
our latest projected profits?

- Wonderful, are they not?
- They are.

In fact, one might say
they're too good to be true.

On the contrary, we
have been conservative,

- have we not, Giovan-Lucca?
- [Ross] Have you?

To me, they seem like figures
plucked out of thin air.

In fact, I'm starting to wonder

if this whole
silver mine of yours

is the stuff of fairy tales.

I don't think Lord
Trenchard would like the way

you are speaking to
me, and nor do I.

Well, let's send for
him then, shall we?

And we can all talk
about this together...

Mademoiselle Balmadier.

What do you want, Mr. Ross?

Now that's interesting.

You didn't speak
English last week.

You think you are the
first person to come to us

with absurd accusations
about Madame's past?

Oh, I doubt very
much I'm the first.

Where there is great
wealth, it is inevitable,

but their allegations have
always been disproved.

You really think
people will listen

to a little man
like you over me?

I think they'll listen

enough for you to have to
stop what you're about.

Lord Trenchard is very
impressed with your figures,

so much so, he wants
to invest more money

a great deal more.

I want half of that money.

[scoffs] Such loyalty.

Loyalty has to be earned.

Half of it... in cash.

You never see me or
hear of me again.

Nous devons partir.

Non, nous attendons.

C'est trop dangereux.

So, what does he know?

[Fourcade] A lot. We
need to leave tonight.

I'm saying we stay. Tomorrow
he brings the money.

By which time he could
have told anyone.

- She's right.
- I know him.

He won't talk.

I agree. We hold our nerve.

It could be the
largest sum we've seen.

We let Ross leave with
his 30 pieces of silver.

And then he talks.
What's to stop him?

He won't have a chance to talk.

[dramatic music plays]

♪

It's been far too long
since I saw you both.

Thank you for inviting us.

I wondered if you'd
seen Clara recently.

Oh, yes. She tries to...
to call whenever she can,

although she, well,
she's very busy.

Why do you ask?

You must forgive me, but
in certain circumstances,

I believe it is
better to be frank.

Oh, I agree. Oh, we like frank.

Emily is very,
very fond of frank.

It has been brought
to my attention

that she is struggling somewhat

to adapt to the
responsibilities of marriage.

I wondered if you
would talk to her soon

and suggest she might devote
her energies and attentions

to her house and to her
husband rather than elsewhere.

Yes.

Might I ask who has brought
this to your attention?

I'm afraid there has been a
degree of talk recently...

Because you see,
I know my Clara.

She is a very sensitive
and thoughtful girl.

She simply pours love into
everything that is dear to her.

There is no one
with a larger heart.

So, if she is
struggling in some way,

it will not be her fault.
It will be someone else's.

[door opens]

[Robert] Miss Dunn,
Your Ladyship.

[door closes]

How is James? Please
tell me he's better.

- I believe he's out of danger.
- Thank God. Thank God.

Is Frederick in?

No. What's the matter?

Mother and I have just suffered
the unspeakable indignity

of listening to the
Duchess of Rochester

the Duchess of Rochester,
warning us about the dangers

of your reckless and
inappropriate behavior.

What?

Apparently, there
is talk about you,

which is exactly what I
told you would happen!

Your reputation is
ruined. What she hinted at

will be a fraction of
what is being said!

What is being said? By
whom? I haven't done any...

- Don't you lie to me!
- I'm not, Emily...

I hate you!

In this moment, I
truly... hate you.

You are ruining my chances
of happiness with James.

You are ruining
mother's last years.

You have everything, and
still it is not enough!

Still, you look
for more and more

and let everybody else
just drown in your wake!

[sniffles, exhales deeply]

- Please...
- [crying]

Please, just
apologize to Frederick

for everything you've done.

- [sobs]
- Please...

Please just be quiet and good.

I used to say that
to you all the time

when you were little.
Do you remember?

[Clara] Yes...

You don't know what it's
like, Em. [Sniffles]

It's so difficult.

It's more difficult than
you could ever imagine.

[sniffles]

I've tried everything to make
Frederick love me, and he...

[cries]

- Try harder.
- [sniffles]

I don't know if one can
ever really know someone.

You think you've found
solid ground and then

it's so much more
complicated than that.

Em...

I don't think you
should marry James.

I don't think you
can really know him.

Don't compare James
with Frederick.

James is worth ten of Frederick.

- A hundred.
- Em...

You know, if there was
any justice in this world,

James would be Lord Trenchard,

and your husband
would be nothing

less than nothing.

And perhaps then
you wouldn't feel

you had the right to
play fast and loose

with other people's happiness!

Not that you would have
married him, of course,

because God forbid that
you don't get to be

the great Lady Trenchard.

What are you talking about?

He hasn't told you, has he?

[dramatic music plays]

[chuckles]

[clasp clicks]

[Ross clears throat]

Glad you're here. I want
you to look at something.

Some sort of report
on his Lordship.

What on earth is this?

My husband wrote it.

He writes every few
weeks, apparently,

gives them to a maid to post.

Post where?

To a post office in France.

Oh, no...

Oh, no.

This is too good.

Looks like he's
spying for someone.

What do you think
he's playing at?

I'm gonna ask him... tonight.

I'm going to get the
truth out of him.

No, no, listen to
me. I'm leaving.

By this time tomorrow,
I'll be gone.

Let's just say it's a change of
fortune and not for the worse.

So, hold off on this,
will you, till I've gone?

Just for old time's sake.

Take me with you.

I can't. It's best
you stay here.

Are you just like all the rest,

promise big things
but can't deliver?

[scoffs]

You like me, don't you?

I can't stand another moment
with him. You know I can't.

All right then.

But I'll need that.

You best be ready.

Tomorrow afternoon.
I'll come for you.

[exhales]

I can't tell you how
much this means to me.

[chuckles]

Dear, dear Emily

you are the finest friend
I could ever wish for.

Frederick...

I have thought a
great deal about this,

about how to act for the best.

I believe I know
you rather well,

and I think you
would wish to know

if things were being said

about Clara.

♪

[Fourcade] Au revoir, Monsieur.

[indistinct conversations]

[whispers] Look away.

[exhales deeply]

Bâtard.

Oh, I thought I'd lost
that. That's the address

the Duchess gave me
a little while ago.

I didn't like to ask her
again. Thank you, dear. [Sighs]

[sighs]

[door opens]

Frederick, how are you?

You have succeeded, it seems,
in your desire to humiliate me.

Your infidelity is now
the talk of Belgravia.

What?

You have disregarded
and betrayed me

as people always do.

It seems that is my lot in life.

I had hoped

how I dared to hope it
would be different with you.

What has been said?

I must demand that you never,
never, see that man again,

that you do not go near that
house in Bloomsbury again

or have any further dealings
with anyone who lives there.

I have never been unfaithful.

All I have done is...

I've made some friends who seem

- to want to be with me...
- I don't wish to hear it.

And I walked twice with
Dr. Ellerby on the heath,

but Peter was there.
We were never alone.

God knows, I don't
wish to hear it!

Well, you should!

Why do you choose to believe
the gossip and the hearsay,

instead of coming to me and
asking me for the truth?

I would always
tell you the truth.

Because I don't
trust you anymore!

I don't know who
you are anymore.

You do! Frederick, please
stop this isn't you.

- Please!
- In the eyes of the world,

we will continue to
live as man and wife.

But from now on, relations
between us are at an end.

Do you really think I will
consent to live like that?

You never trusted me.

Right from the start,

because you don't
know how to trust.

To say that you always
knew I would betray you

that's the problem.
Don't you see?

It's at the heart of everything!

You never believed
I could love you!

[Clara breathes heavily]

I pity you for the damage
which was done to you,

for the lies you were told.

[crying] For the way your
so-called father treated you...

What have you been told?!

I forbid you to repeat
a single word...

Of course I won't!

- Is that what you think of me?
- Have you told him?

Have you told that man?!

Frederick! What does
any of it matter?!

I love you! I would
have loved you forever!

[sobbing] You have
broken my heart...

[whimpers]

[door slams]

[gasps]

[sobbing]

Your Ladyship, come,
come, sit down.

[sobbing]

No. I'm leaving.
I'm leaving London.

Pack a bag for me,
only what I can carry.

You can't leave, Your Ladyship?

- Wait a few minutes...
- I can't stay here.

I'd rather die. [Sobbing]

I would rather die.

Then I'm coming with you.

Where you go... I go.

[gasping]

Right then.

I'll... I'll fetch a bag!

[crying]

[door closes]

Find a hansom cab, will you?

Ask the driver to
be on the far corner

of the Square in 15 minutes.

Go.

Bloomsbury. Quickly.

We can't go there,
Your Ladyship.

- You know we can't.
- I have to see him.

I need to say goodbye.
He deserves that much.

And he ought to know
what's happened.

[horse whinnies]

[knock on door]

[door creaks]

Nell?

[indistinct conversations]

Don't let anyone in! Anyone!

[exhales]

He is in?

Clara?

Clara...

[gasping]

Stay away, please, sir.

Clara, please, wait!
I can explain...

[Clara] You don't
need to explain.

I... I knew her

in the town where we lived...

It was you.

The father of her child.

I didn't know! I
swear I didn't know!

Please, Clara, allow
me a few minutes,

and then I'll come to
you, wherever you are...

No.

Why are you standing there?

Go back to her

if you have any honor at all.

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct conversations]

Please, can we leave now?

How much money do you have
with you, Your Ladyship?

- Because I don't have much.
- I have a few coins in my purse.

Do you think it's
enough for a room?

- For tonight at least?
- I won't stay in London.

Could we go to your mother,

- your sister?
- No.

I won't inflict myself on them.
I've done enough damage already.

I might have to slip
back into the house,

- see if Mr. Fletcher...
- Mr. Ross perhaps...

Mr. Ross.

[indistinct conversations]

Your Ladyship.

Good heavens.

Good afternoon, Mr. Ross.

Whatever is the matter?

Can we go to your
office, please?

Um.

As it happens, I'm
in quite a hurry, but

come along with me, please.

We shall find somewhere nice
and private, never fear.

[Davison] We can't say a
great deal, you understand,

but her Ladyship is in need
of some financial assistance.

She wishes to leave
London for a while,

stay somewhere quiet.

That's not a problem.

I can see you right.

- Thank you.
- I'm honored to help. Honored.

And might I venture to
say, with all respect,

he's not always an easy man.

- Where will you go?
- We aren't sure yet.

[Ross] If it helps...

I'm taking a coach out of
London myself, five o'clock.

I've a business meeting in Hull.

You could travel with me.

You could stay anywhere
north of London you wished.

And I don't mean to alarm you,

but you shouldn't
be traveling alone,

not with the world as it is.

Where the hell is Ross?
We have an appointment!

[indistinct conversations
in background]

[breathes heavily]

[dramatic music plays]

♪

[rings doorbell]

[rings again]

Good afternoon?

Hello?

Madame?

[hooves clopping]

The Lord Trenchard, Your Grace.

Frederick.

[door closes]

I have, uh

some devastating news.

I say. What is it, old man?

I, um... I'm afraid, um

the Marquise is not
what we thought.

I've just been to her
house. She's... she's gone.

She has...

I believe she has
taken our money.

Right. Good Lord.

You don't seem surprised.

Oh, I am.

At least...

I must say I did receive

a somewhat concerning note
from Nathaniel Rothschild.

Some rumors in
Paris, apparently.

Well, well. What an actress.

Lesson learned.

Gamble, and one must
be prepared to lose.

Lucky we didn't lose too much.

I was going to tell
you, of course.

Touch embarrassing,
to be honest.

I announced her
with such fanfare.

The fewer people who
know, the better.

Reputation... What?

Frederick?

[door closes]

Where's Enright?

Pack your bags and get out.

Sir?

How long have you been writing
to her, reporting on me?

I...

How long?!

Did you suggest me to her?

- An obvious target?
- Who do you mean?

Who else would you be writing
to in France about me?

Did you give him the
deeds to the house?

Ross!

- Did you give him the deeds?
- No, Your Lordship.

- [stammers] Ask him...
- He's gone!

You...

[voice breaking] You're the
only one who ever seemed...

It's not what you think...

I want you gone within the hour.

[stammers]

[crying]

I'm sorry. [Crying] I'm sorry.

- You stupid old fool!
- Madeleine...

You bloody, stupid old fool!

[crying]

She's gone, m'lord...

No.

Clara?

Clara!

[indistinct conversations]

[knock on door]

Reasonably comfortable room?

I hope it will suffice.

I'm only next door if
you have need of me.

- Thank you.
- No. No, an honor.

You have a good
rest, Your Ladyship.

Things may seem
better in the morning.

I told them that your maid
was my sister, by the way.

I didn't mention your name.

So, no one will know that
we were here, together.

[mysterious music plays]

♪

What can he have done
to drive you to this?

- I am going to retire now, so...
- To think of losing you.

A beautiful woman like you.

He must be out of his mind, huh?

Well, I'm here now.

Good night, Mr. Ross.

If I may...

[exhales deeply]

Softest hand I've ever kissed.

Let go. Let go!

- Let go!
- [Davison] Get out!

[Ross] I beg your pardon?

Get out now and don't come back.

We won't be travelling
on with you,

so you can leave us alone.

Are you gonna let her
speak to me like that...

We don't need your sort of help.

Oh, I think you do. Don't you
think I deserve some gratitude?

Get out now, and keep your
lecherous hands to yourself!

- Bitch!
- [gasps] Get off her!

[Davison grunts]

[gasps]

Oh...

[stammers] It's all right...
It's... it's all right.

Oh, God.

We need to go. [Panting]

A coach just came in.

We might just make
it if we're quick.

- We can't leave him like this...
- We can.

We must.

Gather your things. Quickly now.

Quickly!

[door closes]

[indistinct conversations]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[groans and exhales]

[exhales]

[breathing heavily]

[horses whinny]

[gasps]

♪

- Is he?
- No. It's nothing.

[gasps]

[theme music playing]

♪