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The second, most recent document,

leaves Stone Court and all the land in the parish of Lowick to Joshua Rigg.

There are no other bequests at all.

Vincy's had to dig deep in his pockets over this palaver. >

You think he's got a bargain?

With Lydgate?! No better than when Brooke bought The Pioneer.

< I hear Brooke's up for parliament.

CASAUBON: 'I have a request.

'That you tell me whether, when I die, you'll carry out my wishes.'

Edward?

MAN: It isn't a man's share to have no better prospect

than to worry about food and shelter!

I go up and down the country and I see towns like Middlemarch being denied a voice in parliament!

What we need, friends, what we need, is the VOTE!

WE DO!

So we have a man in parliament who speaks for US!

Ladislaw! Just the man! Here's the man to put us straight!

Sorry, Sparks. I'm late as it is. Come to The Pioneer office later.

Do we not have the right to speak and act about what concerns the poor man?

Why should rich landlords, living high in grand houses, represent us at parliament?

We never see 'em unless they come to see us hanged!

Seditious poppycock!

You'd hang me soon enough, too, but you don't have rope for us all.

The tide is turning for all you fine Tory gentlemen

and one day you'll be swept away!

I should have a care of what you say,

my friend.

YOU have a care, friend!

Damn fellow's talkin' revolution!

Couldn't happen in England.

Happened in France.

Well, yeah, France...

Good day to you, Jenkins.

Good day, Mr Brooke.

Now, now, not too fast, young friend.

Wilberforce and his negroes, all fine and good.

Criminal law reform is overdue, but I don't want to go the whole hog,

and give the vote to every Tom, Dick and Harry!

That would change the balance of the constitution!

We WANT to change the balance of the constitution, to REFORM it! Yes, but we don't want to go to extremes!

The extreme in this case is the guillotine!

We must embrace reform, not nibble at bits of it.

Like a bit of an avalanche already on its way!

That's good, that's very good! Avalanche! That's first-rate!

You see, that's just what I need, not ideas!

But ways of putting 'em. My word, you express yourself well.

You'd make a capital member of parliament! One day, perhaps.

Aye, we must buy you a little pocket borough.

Pocket borough?! You forget that the purpose of reform

is to get RID of pocket boroughs!

Oh, yes. To be sure! There are too many men

who have BOUGHT their way in.

But if I COULD one day get a foothold there,

I would dedicate my life to changing this moribund, cruel complacency!

Still, first things first. We haven't got YOU elected yet, have we?

No, no, we haven't. I must leave you now, Ladislaw.

Lowick, you know.

Wills, documents, it's a sad business!

Well, carry on with the good work!

That avalanche was excellent! First-rate! Write it down now.

Excellent!

AH-H!

Goodbye. Goodbye.

I wake very early... to the most desolate thoughts.

It's not so much that he is gone,

but that I could do so little for him.

And I feel so weak...

..and guilty.

Grief is a kind of illness.

It can rob us of our vital energies.

I am sure you have nothing,

NOTHING to reproach yourself with.

What an ungentlemanly thing to do!

I never liked Casaubon!

No red blood, but to make a will like THAT!

Coupling her with this man, Ladislaw! What a damned insult to Dorothea!

If the man were alive, I'd call him out and shoot him!

Oh! Well, you know, Casaubon was always a little twisted about Ladislaw.

The world will think she gave him cause! Heaven forbid! I don't believe it!

Not for a moment. But I tell you frankly, I suspect Ladislaw.

I wonder if we can prevent her knowing the terms of the will.

God, this is a damned bad business!

You're to blame in part. You brought him here. Steady on!

Dorothea comes to Freshitt, and you get rid of Ladislaw.

Get him a post in the suite of some colonial governor. My dear Chettam,

you can't ship him off like cattle!

I wouldn't send him out of the country unless he chose to go.

Dorothea was sacrificed once because her friends were careless. And I intend to protect her now!

Lydgate!

Come in! You've become such a stranger I came to seek you out.

Will you come to supper tonight?

I shall be glad to.

I called at the Grange. Brooke says you're rarely there. That's true.

He seems determined to keep me away. From his house, at all events, not himself. I see too much of him here.

I believe he means to keep me from meeting his niece.

Tell me, Lydgate, how is she?

She's low in spirits. Still, she's

young and strong. I've no anxiety about her. You never see her now?

Nor likely to, while she's at Freshitt Hall. It's Tory ground!

I'm about as welcome there as a poacher with his gun (!)

It seems we're forever divided.

I may as well be in Rome.

Rosy should be very sorry if you were in Rome...and so should I.

God, Lydgate!

I wish I could walk out of that door and never see Middlemarch again!

But you can.

Why don't you? There's too much to hold me here.

Till this evening, then. Till this evening, then.

Look, look! Tickety, tickety!

Look, Dodo. Look at him!

BABY GURGLES

Did you ever see anything like that?

What a face!

I'm sure he has his thoughts!

Don't be sad, Dodo.

Nurse, take baby.

There, there, Arthur. Come on, my sweet.

What is it, Dodo? What are you brooding over?

I want to go to Lowick and attend to business.

Why will no-one let me go there?

Because you are not well!

Doctor says you are not to be upset. What should upset me? It is my home.

What is it, Celia? Tell me!

Mr Casaubon has behaved very badly.

And I had better tell you, to prepare you.

He has made a codicil to his will

to say the property is all to go away from you if...

..if you were to marry Mr Ladislaw.

Of course, you would never do so but that makes it worse of Mr Casaubon!

James says it is abominable of him

and not like a gentleman at all.

It was to hinder Mr Ladislaw from marrying you for money.

How could he imagine...?

It is a mercy that he has been taken away.

You ought to be grateful.

I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me.

Come, come.

There.

CELIA: She wants to go to Lowick to look at the papers. Ought she?

I hardly know. I think

Mrs Casaubon should do whatever gives her the most repose of mind.

That doesn't always come from being forbidden to act.

PIANO PLAYS

It's no use your puffing Brooke as a reformer. They only pick more holes in his coat in The Trumpet.

Those who read The Pioneer don't read The Trumpet.

Brooke's not fitted to be a public man. He's part of the disease!

But your cure must begin somewhere, Lydgate. He's not an ideal candidate,

but he's standing for a good cause.

There's a class of people that's had a massive wrong done to it.

I support the man who supports THEIR claims!

What about you?!

You want medical reform. Are you going to reject Bulstrode because of his motives?

I don't think so.

True. But I don't cry him up on any personal ground. I keep clear of it.

I value my independence too much.

Are you saying I cry up Brooke on personal grounds?

My independence is as valuable to me as yours is to you, I can assure you.

How very unpleasant you are both being this evening! Poor Rosy!

Disputation is no fun for cherubs. Ask Ladislaw to sing with you again.

# Alma del core

# Spir'to dell'alma

# Alma del core

# Spir'to dell'alma

# Sempre constante, t'adorero. #

Won't you change your mind?

No, I shall be better alone.

If you will call for me at twelve, that would be very kind.

There, that's better. I've had the fire lit, ma'am. It'll soon warm up.

Thank you, Pratt.

CASAUBON: '..compiling a Key To All Mythologies, Miss Brooke...'

'..I'm seeking to elucidate

those elements...' '..I live too much with the dead...'

'..I think I should learn Latin and Greek, Edward.

I could read them aloud to you.

'It would be an advantage if you could copy out Greek characters...'

'..to condense these expanding insights to a unified whole...'

'..Let us begin at once...'

'..I have deferred it too long...'

'..each heading aloud and when I say "Mark", put a cross...'

'..I propose the first step in a process of condensation...'

CELIA: '..It is a mercy that he has been taken away...'

VOICES IN HER HEAD GET LOUDER

SILENCE

Dr Lydgate, I should like you to help me with my plans for Lowick.

How do you think I should dispose of the chaplaincy?

Edward favoured Mr Tyke, but I do not feel bound

to follow his views blindly.

Tyke is a good man in his way, but may I tell you of another?

Of course.

Mr Farebrother, the vicar of St Botolph's in Middlemarch.

His living is poor. He supports an elderly mother, sister, and aunt.

He's a remarkable man. He knows he should have done more in his life.

Why has he not done more?

The want of money.

That's led him into playing cards and even billiards for gain.

He wins a good deal. He excels at everything. But it's such a waste!

With a decent income, he could do better things.

I should like to see Mr Farebrother

and hear him preach. Do!

I trust to the effect of that.

He is beloved by those who know him.

Ask Caleb Garth. Ask Will Ladislaw. He'll praise him to the skies.

Will he?

But I so rarely see him now.

Thank you for your opinions, Dr Lydgate.

Good afternoon, Mr Mawmsey.

Dr Lydgate. If I might trouble you for a moment.

The other day, when you were so good as to visit Mrs Mawmsey,

you omitted to prescribe her strengthening medicine.

Forgive my mentioning this oversight.

It wasn't an oversight, Mr Mawmsey. She doesn't need any medicine. There's no value in these potions.

Let her take a glass of wine with her dinner.

Mrs Mawmsey has never been WITHOUT it! The reason doctors prescribe so much medicine

is because it's the only way they can make money.

If Wrench charged for consultations, he wouldn't need to overdose the King's lieges -

and that's the worst kind of treason, eh?

Treason? Overdosing? No, well, I don't see that at all.

Mrs Mawmsey is not a well woman. She NEEDS her strengthening medicine!

Middlemarchers are slow to take on new ideas and slow to pay bills.

Marriage is much more of an expense than I anticipated. Still,

one only spends the money once.

One doesn't buy a dinner service every week! Indeed not!

And as to hostility in the town, you'll weather it if you're prudent.

How am I to be prudent? I act as I see fit. I can't help people's spite.

Of course not. But to be independent of their ignorance and spite, it's as well NOT to incur too many debts.

Easier said than done. But I...I take your point.

Will you ring the bell for Parsons, Tertius?

Never mind Parsons, Rosy. Let me undress you.

To her it's labour,

to me, it's delight.

Come here.

Oh, my Venus!

You must be gentle with me, Tertius, now I am with child.

Am I not always gentle with you?

Yes.

Oh, my little bird!

My lovely one!

Tertius. Mm?

I forgot to tell you - your cousin from Quallingham has accepted our invitation.

He's coming to stay next month. Oh, what a bore!

Everything bores you apart from your work.

Far from it.

Far from it.

Progress and reform, that's the ticket! Don't forget that!

You have to give them a clear line, sir. Let them know where you stand,

even if it means losing them.

Wavering arguments won't win wavering votes.

Ah, yes, now, indeed! That's all very well, but I KNOW these

Middlemarch traders, Ladislaw.

There are tactics in these matters,

d'you see?

I am come to talk politics with you. Reform and progress! Shall we, um...

And to assure myself that we shall have your vote when the time comes.

Well, you see, I have to look at it in a family light.

Yes, yes, of course.

Will reform support Mrs Mawmsey and our six children when I am no more?

Heaven forbid it should come to that pass!

And I ask you, sir, what am I to do when gentlemen of another party come into my shop and say,

"Mawmsey, vote as you like, but vote against us and we'll get our groceries elsewhere!"

Those very words spoken from that very chair!

That's narrow, very narrow! I should never take that line.

So long as my butler gives me good reports of your spices,

I'll not go elsewhere.

I'm very obliged to you, Mr Brooke. Very handsome of you, indeed.

You know, you'd find it the right thing to come to our side.

This reform's going to touch everyone by and by,

and as for FAMILY, well, we're all one family.

No man is an island, entire unto himself, it's all one cupboard.

That goes a bit deep for me.

In this ONE family, there's debtor and creditor still?

They're not going to reform that away?! I am not expected to support everyone's family, I hope!

Good God! You misunderstand me, Mawmsey. Nobody says you should!

Very glad to hear it, Mr Brooke.

And relieved and honoured for your continued custom.

Few men have less need for change than I have.

Which is why I salute you for the promise you gave me

not to withdraw your custom, vote or no vote,

while the article sent in was satisfactory.

Captain Lydgate, you keep very good time, sir.

Spurred on by the thought of seeing you, ma'am!

Where's Tertius?

He's never here. He neglects me!

Does he? Does he? What an odd fellow me cousin is!

Well! We shall have to see what we can do about that...

..shan't we?

CHURCH BELLS RING

I can't pretend to your husband's scholarly distinction, Mrs Casaubon,

nor to the apostolic zeal of some of my brothers,

and I am, perhaps, too inclined to overlook minor lapses in others and myself...

Better to pardon too much than to condemn too much, surely.

The best Christian teaching speaks clearly to people as you did now.

It helps people to live their lives as well and as happily as they can.

It's not always easy to find true happiness on earth.

No, it is not. Life sometimes seems very cruel.

But I still believe there is much we can do to help each other practically.

I should like to offer you the living at Lowick.

I hope very much you will accept it.

Thank you.

I shall be DELIGHTED to accept!

PIANO PLAYS: Sonatina in D minor by Clementi.

Friends! >

Neighbours! This is not a stiff function. Open 'ouse has always been our way.

Let me say a word to welcome home my son, Fred,

and drink his health. I won't deny we've had our differences,

but he's buckled down to his studies and passed his final examination

at Oxford University!

Perhaps, one day,

we might have a bishop in the family!

I have said some hard things about him in the past,

but now I'd like to say I have in Fred, the best!

The best-natured son a man could wish for. Here's to you, Fred!

Congratulations, son!

Fred!

Fred!

INAUDIBLE

Fred!

Harriet.

You must be very gratified, sister, that your son has felt a calling to enter Christ's ministry.

Walter had always wanted a son in the church.

It's strange, him conducting christenings and funerals,

but I daresay it'll soon become second nature, don't you think?

LAUGHTER >

Poor Fred. She isn't pretty but she IS particular.

First she wouldn't have him because of his gambling, and now she won't

because he's going to be a clergyman!

LAUGHTER DROWNS WORDS

I'm so bad! We shouldn't laugh. That's most cruel!

People are staring. >

I mustn't monopolise you. Go and talk to some of the other ladies.

Certainly shan't! Never saw such damned ugly women in my life!

(Captain!)

Yourself excepted, of course!

And your mother. As for the rest, if they were hounds, I'd shoot 'em!

We were very pleased about the Lowick chaplaincy, Mr Farebrother.

How much would that pay, if I'm not out of line?

Forty pounds a year, Mr Vincy.

Couldn't happen to a nicer man! Forty pound! A man could marry on that!

CAPTAIN LYDGATE: Very jolly party!

ROSAMOND: Good night, Captain. Sleep well. I'll see you in the morning.

Tertius, I wish you would be more polite to the captain.

I am polite to him.

You hardly speak! I feed and house him.

Don't expect me to talk to him.

The man's an ass! Oh-h!

If he got his head broken, I might look with interest. Not before.

I cannot conceive why you speak of your cousin so contemptuously.

In my opinion, he is a thorough gentleman.

The fact is, Rosy, you would wish me to be a little more like him.

Well, there it is, Harriet, Stone Court.

So, how should you like to be mistress of it and all the Featherstone land, my dear?

I should like it very well, Nicholas,

if it gave you pleasure.

I believe it is the Almighty's will for us, my dear.

Reform is in the air!

A good crowd, Mr Brooke, and very well disposed, I'd say.

Good! Good! Thank you, thank you!

↑ The enemy are here.

Hawley and his men.

Men of good will! Good fellows in their way.

You think that if it comforts you.

Ladislaw!

What was that point about the schedules? Never mind that!

They don't want details. Now what are the three main heads we stand for?

What is it? NO, no, no, I have it!

Reform of the House of Commons, no rotten boroughs and...so on.

That'll strike home well, I fancy! Excellent! And they know me.

They like me. No man made more reforms last year than me. Ask Caleb Garth!

Ask any man! There's toolmen there,

hot metal men from Brett's who've never heard of Brooke of Tipton.

There's no harm in that! Speak to the point. They'll like you.

Ready, Mr Brooke?

I'll take another glass of sherry! Ladislaw first, the introduction, then your good self, then I wind up.

All set?

Brooke of Tipton? Is he a manufacturer?

No! Landowner. Bad 'un too! Fat as a pig while poor folks starve!

CROWD NOISE DROWNS WORDS

Fellow citizens of Middlemarch,

you know and I know that a great change is sweeping this country

and not before time!

Now, as never before,

we have the chance to free ourselves from the crushing yoke of the past.

Aye, and not by bloody revolution, >

or by civil war, but peacefully, by humane reforms. Is that not good news?

My friends, we have been patient,

we have endured much and God knows we have deserved better!

It is towns like Middlemarch that create the wealth of this country.

Is it not time...? Is it not long PAST time

that we should be properly represented in parliament

by a man who will speak FROM Middlemarch and FOR Middlemarch?

Gentlemen,

I am PROUD to give you

Mr Brooke of Tipton!

CROWD NOISE DROWNS WORDS

Well done! Half the battle!

Not so sure.

Hawley's got something up his sleeve.

Gentlemen, electors of Middlemarch!

Quack! Quack!

I'm uncommonly glad to be here!

I was never so proud and happy in my life, you know.

I...mention that, you know, I mention it here, in the heart of England...

QUACK!

I...

I...

AYE?

I've been your neighbour, your close neighbour, you've known me on the bench a good while...

QUACK!

Machine...machinery and...

Machine-breaking, now, I've been into that lately, machine-breaking, and it won't do, you know!

"It won't do, you know!"

We have a bit of an avalanche, I know that.

"A bit of an avalanche, I do know that!" O-oh!

But things must go on, you see.

Trade, you know - we must look all over the globe from China to Peru...

..Who said that? Johnson, I think.

That's what I do, up to a point.

Not as far as Peru, but I haven't stayed at home, no, no. I saw that

wouldn't do. The...Levant now,

where some of your Middlemarch goods go,

and the Baltic, the Baltic! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!

"I'm into that, Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"

Now, now, come, come. Gentlemen!

Seriously, now, just put that thing down!

Everything must go on, manufacture, interchange of staples,

"Manufacture, interchange of staples!"

QUACK, QUACK, QUACK!

That's all very well! But... But what we need is new ideas!

Blast your ideas! We want the Bill!

And you shall have your Bill, my friends!

I'll give you the Bill! £5,000 and a seat in parliament!

What sort of argument is that?

Fun is fun, but this has gone too far!

Get inside!

You can't cow Brooke of Tipton!

Come in, Mr Brooke.

Perhaps you're right.

It's too bad they didn't listen!

I should have got their ear by and by. However, it'll come right at the nomination

Good luck to you, then.

I must confess, Mr Rigg, I see this as nothing less than providential!

That YOU like land and I like money!

It'd be a dull world if we all wanted the same.

I don't like the country, Mr Bulstrode. A seaport, now.

Bustling quays. A money changer's shop fitted out with safes.

Thank you.

You've got the property,

Mr Bulstrode, and I've got the cash. Both rich men in our way. Good day!

Good day.

Drive on!

I didn't like that man, Nicholas.

And yet he was sent here for a purpose.

Do you really think it was part of God's purpose?

In His infinite wisdom, He let the living of Lowick go to Farebrother, I shall never fathom that.

But this! This cannot be anything but a blessing, Harriet.

He has our welfare constantly in

mind. That is His message, I believe.

Good day to you.

Mr Brooke!

Thank you. Ah, Ladislaw, I'd like a word with you, a word, you know.

I'm afraid this may come as rather a shock to you, but...well...

..I've decided to give up the candidacy. Give it to a younger man.

I'm sorry. You must feel disappointed.

I had anticipated it, sir.

Really?! What a prescient fellow you are, Ladislaw. Well, well, well!

It's the chest, in part, you know, I've felt a trifle uneasy about the chest lately.

Lydgate's warned me I must pull up.

Poor Casaubon! THAT was a warning, you know.

It is rather...coarse work, this electioneering, eh?

Yes. Yes, it is.

We made a start! We've dug a channel with The Pioneer. A more ordinary man than you might carry it on.

You know, a more ordinary... Do you mean that you wish me to give up The Pioneer?

Of course not. Not if you wish to stay on.

But for myself, I've decided to resign as proprietor

and the new men may not take that high a view of you that I have.

In short, I thought you might choose to give it up...

..and find a better field. You see?

For your TALENTS!

I thought myself of taking a run into France, but...London now!

There's Althorpe!

I could introduce you to him. No. I am obliged to you, Mr Brooke.

But since you are going to be parting

with The Pioneer,

I need not trouble you. I am aware your family wants to get rid of me,

but I am a free man still, I hope.

Of course you are, my dear fellow! Do not take it in that light!

I only want to further your career.

By driving me away, you mean!

I may leave Middlemarch.

I may choose to remain. I am sorry if this causes you any inconvenience.

Oh, how lovely this is! Do you know Tertius doesn't like me to ride?!

Man's a fool! Man's a fool!

Never saw a lady with a finer seat!

Shameless flatterer!

Not I! Haven't the wit for it.

Let's canter up that rise.

Looking excellent from here, ma'am.

ROSAMOND LAUGHS

Please don't be angry, Tertius!

Well, you HAVE come back safely.

But you MUSTN'T go again! Even if it were the quietest horse on earth, there could ALWAYS be an accident.

There is JUST as much danger indoors.

Rosy, that's nonsense! I shall tell

the captain he should know better.

Please will you fasten up my plaits,

dear?

I love the touch of your hands.

I beg you will not speak to the captain, Tertius.

It would be treating me as if I were a child.

Promise that you will leave the subject to me.

Very well. But you are to be quite firm with him.

Plenty of air, now, and not too much thought. Books are very well,

but in moderation, you know.

I must say, you all look agreeable!

Almost make me change my mind and stay.

Then stay, dear sir. No need to run away to France because they throw a few rotten eggs at you.

You'd be quite safe at home with your friends around you.

I don't run away, Mrs Cadwallader. But a change of air, you know.

It's quite a different thing. Oh yes! Celia, my dear.

James! Sir. Well, well.

Uncle, you haven't said goodbye to Arthur.

Ah, goodbye, my dear fellow. I'm off to Paris.

That's in France, you know. See how he wrinkles his little nose up!

You don't like France, do you, Arthur? No, he says, for they eat frogs and snails there! Horrible!

Allow me to assist you, sir. My dear fellow, thank you.

What are you thinking?

Goodbye!

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

She should get married again. The sooner the better!

CELIA: Baby and I think she should stay a widow. It's nice for her.

She should come and live here. James wouldn't mind.

JAMES: Nothing would make me happier but she won't budge.

Won't she?!

Let's see what I can do.

You will go mad in that house alone, my dear.

You see, I am blunt with you because nobody else will be.

I know it's a great temptation to go mad,

but don't go in for it. You wouldn't like it.

Oh, I dare say you're bored here with our good dowager,

and Baby, of course, with his "wonderful expressions",

but what a bore you'd become, sitting in that dark library,

playing the tragedy queen and taking everything sublimely.

You must not concern yourself on my account. I am determined

to live alone at Lowick.

I have some ideas about how I shall live there,

and though they might not agree with some, I like them very well.

I still think the world is mistaken about many things.

It is too late to cure me of it now.

But I promise if I find myself

running into madness, I shall send for you immediately.

I very much trust that you will!

I could not bear to leave without seeing you to say goodbye.

I should have thought it very unkind if you had not wished to see me.

Are you going away soon? Quite soon, I think.

My contract with The Pioneer has three... four weeks to run.

I intend to go to London and study for the Bar. It's the best route into public life.

A great deal needs to be done

politically. I want to do some of it.

I am sure you will do well.

You have so many talents.

My uncle has told me how well you speak in public.

You approve of my going away and never coming back until

I've made my mark in the world?

I suppose it must be right for you to do as you say.

I shall be very happy when I hear that you've made your value felt.

(You will forget all about me.)

I should never forget you!

I've never forgotten anyone I used to know.

GREAT GOD!

I was wondering if you would like to have that miniature upstairs

as a keepsake...

..the one of your grandmother.

It's so like you.

Why should I have that when I have nothing else?

It would be more consoling to me if you wanted to keep it.

I used to despise women for not shaping their lives more.

I was SO fond of doing as I liked.

Two years ago, I had no notion of the way trouble comes and ties our hands and makes us silent,

when we long to speak.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sir James Chettam's here, ma'am.

CHETTAM: Mrs Casaubon.

Goodbye, Mrs Casaubon.

I'm surprised he shows his face here.

You should not be angry with Mr Ladislaw, James.

He has acted very honourably and he has known SO MUCH injustice.

I wish I could find a way of making him some reparation,

but it seems impossible.

Well, it's good land, but it's been sadly managed. All to be done, you know?

All to be done. I like that, Mr Garth.

All to the glory of the Lord. Let us set about it with a will.

↑

Good day to you!

Well bless my heart! He looks like one of those men one

sees waiting about after the races.

By Jove, Nick! It IS you. Unmistakable!

Nick Bulstrode, to the life!

Five and twenty years have played old Bogey with us both, eh?

Nick Bulstrode, you old rascal! How are you, eh?

You didn't expect to see me here, I'll be bound.

Come! Come, shake me by the hand!

And a very good day to you, sir.

And you, sir

What brings you here?

You ask me that, Nick?! It's you! I've been searching all over for you

and now I've found you.

Old friends, old partners, dear old cronies, Nick and I.

I'd best leave now, Mr Bulstrode. We can talk another time. Good evening to you.

And good evening to YOU, sir.

He seems a nice fellow, Nick.

Thank you, my dear. >

No, leave the bottle on the table.

Thank you, Mrs Abel.

You'll excuse us not sitting down with you, Raffles.

Harriet, my dear, I know you have much to do. Don't let us detain you.

Mr Raffles has come about business, I believe.

Well, if you say so, if you insist.

I'll say goodnight then, Mr Raffles.

Goodnight, Mrs Bulstrode.

I look forward to many a cosy chat. > Goodnight.

I'll tell tales about old Nick's London days!

Goodnight. Goodnight. >

Tastier-looking woman than the first

Mrs B, I'll say that, Nick. Very nice indeed.

But I bet she didn't bring a fortune

like the old one did.

Lots of money in stolen goods!

Fine game is the fencing game and you and the old lady ran the best shop in London.

Regular thieves' kitchen.

AND...off to church on Sundays as if butter wouldn't melt!

What do you want?

Just to see you. Talk about the good old times, and share in your fortune.

Why did you return from America? You were paid an adequate sum to remain there!

It didn't suit me to remain there, Nick. And I'm not going back again.

A man can overreach in his efforts to secure undue advantage.

Well, you'd know about that, Nick.

I've often thought that I'd have been better off telling the first Mrs B

that I'd found her runaway daughter.

I got very little from you for keeping it quiet.

And seeing you take her fortune.

I have a tender conscience about that pretty daughter.

She died penniless, but I suppose you know that.

Listen to me.

Although I am not in any way bound to you,

I am willing to supply you with a quarterly income,

so long as you stay away from this neighbourhood.

Remain here and you get nothing!

I shall decline to know you.

You're like that droll thief who declined to know the constable.

Your allusions are lost on me, sir. The law has no hold on me, through your agency nor any other.

Can't you take a joke, these days, Nick? I only meant that I should never decline to know YOU.

I don't like your quarterly payments

and your "Keep your distance", Nick, old boy.

I'm NOT a leper

and I LIKE my freedom!

What DO you want, then?

This country air makes a man uncommonly sleepy, don't it, Nick?

Show me to my bed, and...er...

..I'll tell you my terms in the morning. Hm?

Nicholas, are you ill? Is anything the matter?

Nothing, Harriet. Go back to sleep.

I shall not be long.

You've got thousands and thousands, Nick.

All of it ill-gotten gains, none yours by right.

Thousands and thousands and all I want is hundreds.

Two hundred! How's that for a deal? Two hundred and I'll go away.

Pick up my portmanteau at the turnpike, and then...

..off like a bullet!

- For ever?

- For a measly 200? I don't think so.

You got the money here?

..Your husband will feel the same. Thank you. Good day to you!

Good day. Dr Lydgate! Mr Spooner. Have you come to see me, sir?

Yes, I have. How can I be of service to you? By extending your patience

regarding the settlement of my account with you, Mr Spooner. Of course, Dr Lydgate.

Step into my office. We can discuss what arrangements we might be able to come to.

Of course. This way, sir.

Forgive me, ma'am, but it's damned nonsense! Lady Snelson rode

ten days before her confinement!

GUNSHOT FIRED

Head for the trees, ma'am!

Steady! Steady, damn you!

Damn fools with their guns!

Ma'am, I think you need to dismount.

I am not hurt.

I...I...I am well, I think...

I'm here.

I'm here, Rosy.

Tertius? I'm here.

The baby.

The baby.

Tertius?!

OH! OH!

Tertius!

Don't be angry with me!

Tertius, are you?

Are you angry with me?

Oh, please! Oh!

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