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[Anne] Before she died,
my daughter Sophia

was delivered of a boy.
The son of Lord Bellasis.

Where is he now, this boy?

The boy is a man. He now goes
under the name of Charles Pope.

-Will you keep our secret?
-Why would I publicise

my late son's degradation?

[Caroline] Stephen and Grace
will be here for dinner.

They'll be wanting money.

Why shouldn't I marry
Maria Grey?

It's a good match for her.
She's marrying the future

-Earl of Brockenhurst.
-[chuckles snidely]

[Caroline] That man we were
talking about the other day.

-Charles Pope?
-The very one.

May I present a new
acquaintance? Mr Pope.

God evening to both of you.

Say good evening to John, dear.

You're just the sort of man

to make me say
all manner of things.

I'm a very ordinary
sort of fellow.

[Maria] Well, Lady Brockenhurst
doesn't seem to think so.

[Anne] You want them to guess!

You want them to guess
he's Edmund's child

and you wanted us to witness it.

[Susan]Oh! I thought you'd gone to bed.

What a terrible evening.

It was fun!
You can hardly complain

about the other guests.

The evening was damnable!

And you made it more so!

Staring into the eyes
of that scented degenerate!

You may go, Speer.
I'll ring for you in a while.

Now, what is this about?

Who is this man Pope?
Where did he come from?

And why is Father
investing in his business?

When did he ever invest
in my business?

You don't have a business.

Then when did he ever invest
in me?

And why was Lady Brockenhurst
guiding him round the room

like a show pony?
How did he manage that?

When she barely spoke
a civil word

to either of us
all evening?

[Susan] My poor darling.

What relation is Mr Bellasis
to our host of this evening?

His father, the Reverend
Mr Bellasis,

is Lord Brockenhurst's
younger brother.

He's also his heir,

although it will be his son Johnwho inherits,

since the old boy is
considerably healthier

than his younger sibling.

John Bellasis will be the next--

The next Earl of Brockenhurst.

The present Earl's only son
died at Waterloo.

There's no one else.

[Lady Templemore]
Did you enjoy yourself?

Yes, although

I am sorry to learn that
John is not a traveller.

Nonsense. He likes
to travel in Europe,

just not in the blazing sun
of the tropics.

Who can blame him?
I should say the same.

I suppose.

You and John are well suited.

I know you would not say so

if you did not believe
it to be true.

Good night, Mama.

But why was Mr Oliver so angry?

Mr Oliver can always find
a reason to be angry.

So it wasn't because of
the gentleman you liked?

Mr Bellasis? No, it wasn't that.

But you did like him?

Why?

I just wondered if you planned
to see him again.

Good night, Speer.

[door opening and closing]

It sounded as if everyone
was having a wonderful time,

-your ladyship.
-I think it did go well.

[Peregrine] Isn't it bliss
when they've gone?

[groans]

There are only so many times

one can enquire
after someone's health

or delight in the news
of the Queen's pregnancy.

[he and Caroline chuckle]

Who was that chap in the cotton
trade? What was he doing here?

You mean Mr Pope?

Pope? Was that the name?

Yes, I thought he was a nice
fellow. He was more amusing

than those women you stuck me
with over supper.

But why was he
in our drawing room?

Because I like him.

How do you know him?

-Thank you, Dawson.
-Yes, ma'am.

Maria Grey has grown up
to be a pretty girl.

She used to be so serious,
always with her head in a book.

-Now she looks quite charming.
-Hmm. Lucky John.

I hope he deserves her.

They had new dresses on
tonight,

mother and daughter.
They knew John would be there.

It doesn't do
to look impoverished.

Certainly not in front
of one's intended.

Edmund would be 48 now.

I suppose he would be.

Anyway...

I'd better turn in.
Busy day tomorrow.

Good night, my dear.

[door opening and closing]

-Charles must know.
-He does not!

She placed him to her right
at dinner. Everyone noticed.

She might as well publish it
in The Times.

She wanted to put him
at his ease.

She wanted to
draw attention to him.

Why else would she do that if
she didn't want it to get out?

How long have you been
in contact with Charles?

You really think
she hasn't told him?

People like him do not get
invited to intimate suppers

in Belgrave Square, to tear
a pheasant with the peerage.

-My dear...
-Admit it!

People like Charles Pope
do not sit next to

the Countess of Brockenhurst
at dinner!

In the ordinary way of things,

she wouldn't give him
the time of day.

If you think I'm going to
listen to one word of reproof,

you have another think coming!

You're as much to blame
as I am!

Me? What have I done?

[scoffs]

You have been in contact with
our grandson, you know him!

You're even working with him andyou never saw fit to tell me.

Anne, be reasonable.

I gave that baby boy away,

because you were afraid
it might mean

fewer invitations to dinner
if we brought him up.

And now you deceive me in
this hateful and hurtful way.

Lady Brockenhurst's ignorance
was no excuse

for the cruelty
of keeping the secret.

It was time she knew.
She had to know.

Now go back to your own room
and let me sleep!

Your sentimentality will
bring the roof down on us all!

When Sophia is spoken of as a...as a fallen woman,

when doors we have worked
so hard to open

are slammed against us,

then you will only have
yourself to blame.

[door opening and slamming shut]

[sobs]

-We must invite them back.
-Who?

Lord and Lady Brockenhurst,
of course.

-Don't be silly.
-Why is that silly?

Haven't we been entertained
by them?

Isn't it only polite
to ask them back?

They wouldn't come.

Father left early. He was gone
by the time I came down.

He has a busy morning

preparing for tomorrow's
meeting with Mr Cubitt.

He intends to talk about Oliver.To see what he can do for him.

What indeed?

[Turton]
And one for you, Mrs Oliver.

Whom is it from?

An old school friend
who's in London for a few days.

She's going to an exhibition at
the National Gallery tomorrow.

-She'd like us to meet there.
-How nice.

-Should I accompany you?
-I mustn't be a burden.

What could be more boring
than the gossip of a stranger?

I'll take Speer.

Mind if I join you, Miss Ellis?
Only I've got to mend this

before she gets dressed
this evening.

I was interested in what you
were saying the other day

about making the right choices
and paying for the wrong ones.

Hmm, I'm not sure
how much choice we have,

in the usual way of things.

We're at the bottom
and they're at the top.

[Speer] But you like
the Mistress, don't you?

I work for her, that's all.

Perhaps you don't like
being in service.

There's no perhaps about it.
Why should I?

Grovelling and lying
and pretending I'm glad

to be a dog's body?
What's to like about that?

Why don't you try
something else, then?

And what might that be,
Miss Speer?

Nursing in some
blood-soaked hospital,

thick with the smell of disease?No.

They've got us women
stitched up and no mistake,

whichever way you look at it.

Well, I mean to hedge my bets.

How will you do that?

There's a situation
and if it comes off,

there may be benefits for me.

And what might that be?

It's too early to tell.

[water splashing]

What an unexpected pleasure!

I was about to head off
to White's.

Oh, then I'm glad
to have caught you.

What have you done
to your face?

A window broke,
as I was passing.

-Did you break the window?
-No.

No.

Three queens.

I might fold.

You can't! You're my partner!

We're about to have
a winning streak!

Winning streak? Would you
recognise one if you saw it?

I'm sorry, Bellasis,
I really must go.

If you're off, Barton,
I may as well make tracks.

Black, you must give a chap

a chance to win
some of his money back!

Black! Just... Just one more
round! That's all I ask.

So, your lordship.

I'm not a lord.
My brother is a lord. I am not.

Then you may need
to talk to your brother.

So... to what do I owe
this honour?

It seems I'm in
a spot of bother.

How much bother?

A thousand pounds'
worth of bother.

A thousand pounds?

A thousand pounds? Is it really?

It really is.
Now, we are both gentlemen.

And I am also a pleasant fellow
and a reasonable one.

Thank you.

You have two days
to get the money.

I wouldn't normally ask...

[Peregrine] The thing is,
you do normally ask.

In fact, you ask habitually.
I can't remember

the last time you came
to my house without asking.

The answer is no.

-Two days!
-My god... My god.

[whimpers]

-What do you mean no?
-No. I won't give it to you.

Is that clear enough?
Not this time.

But you have to!
I'm your brother and I need it!

-I must have it!
-[Peregrine] You should have

thought of that
before you gambled it away.

You played with money
that you did not own.

And this is the result.

I didn't gamble it! That...That's not what happened at all!

We both know that that's a lie.

How dare you accuse me of lying?I am a man of the cloth!

I will not pay
any more of your debts.

You have a decent income,

from your inheritance and the
Church, as far as I can tell,

and your wife gives you
additional funds.

You simply must learn
to live within your means.

How dare you?
Who do you think you are?

Just because you're two years
older than me, you take it all:

the title, the estates,
all the money!

No, not all the money.

Do you ever think
how unfair it is?

It isn't fair. But it is the
system that we were born in to.

Well, one day
John will inherit.

My son, not yours,
and he will have everything.

And when he does, let me
remind you, by definition,

you will be dead
and he will no longer

have to fund his father's vices.

Then good day to you, brother.

[indistinct voices]

[gasps] My Goodness! Stephen!

Nearly gave me a heart attack!

What on earth were you doing
down there?

Nothing.

Do you remember Mr Pope?
He was here the other evening.

Yes, very well. And now
he's come back for some tea?

He has. He's been telling me
all about his plans.

He has a cotton mill
in Manchester.

Are you interested
in Mancunian cotton mills?

Lady Brockenhurst
has been very encouraging.

Has she, indeed?

Yes, and I've delayed him
quite long enough.

[Charles] Thank you for my tea.
You're very kind.

Nonsense. I so enjoyed
our conversation, Mr Pope.

I will write to you at once.

[Charles] Thank you for that.

Whatever decision
you may come to.

Someone's looking terribly
pleased with themselves.

Lady Maria Grey,
if I'm not mistaken?

The very one.
And you are Mr Pope.

-How do you know my rank?
-I asked our hostess about you.

Goodness. Should I be flattered
by your curiosity?

And why, may I enquire, are you
so full of the joys of spring?

Because I am optimistic
about my business.

But I'm afraid
you'd find it very dull.

You don't know that.
Why do men always presume

that women are only interested
in gossip or... or fashion?

I meant no offence. I simply
didn't think the financing

of a cotton supply
would be very diverting.

I'll be the judge of that,
Mr Pope.

So, you tell me about your mill
and your cotton

and if I find the subject
tiresome,

I shall stifle a yawn
behind my hand,

so then you'll realise
you've failed.

I will endeavour
to meet the challenge.

-Are you on your way somewhere?
-The new London Library.

I think I might join.Mr Carlyle is a friend of Mama's

and he waxes lyrical
over its merits,

which, according to him,
are vastly superior

to those of the library
at the British Museum,

though I find that
hard to believe.

Ryan is my mother's maid.
She is accompanying me.

She thinks Mama will disapprove
of our being seen together.

-Will she?
-Probably. [chuckles]

-Where are you headed?
-I was on the way to my office.

I want to look in
before I go home.

-And where is that?
-Bishopsgate. In the City.

Then we'll walk with you now.
The library is at 49 Pall Mall,

so we won't take you
out of your way.

And on the way, you can explain
your business to me,

but please be
as amusing as possible.

-Who was that?
-The Duchess of Bedford.

So I might have
greeted her too,

if you'd only taken me there.

Well, you've been received by
Lady Brockenhurst now,

so it's not all downhill.

What are you doing
this afternoon?

Nothing much. I have
a dress fitting at three.

Can I have the carriage?

Of course.
There's no need to ask.

[Susan]
It's hard to fill your days

when you have nothing
to fill them with.

[Anne]
That's very philosophical.

I'm not a complete dunderhead,
whatever your opinion of me.

How would you like
to fill your days?

With my children
and my position in society,

but since I have neither, I haveto go to fittings and embroider

and put clothes
in the missionary barrel

and try to be content.

I do not talk about
your lack of a child

because I do not believe you
want me to but

-if there's anything--
-Please.

I've seen everyone.
I've tried everything.

There will be no children.

James! Good to see you.

Mr Cubitt. William.
This is very good of you.

Did you see the new Reform Club
on your way here?

Isn't it beautiful?

He's a very clever chap,
that Mr Barry.

I'm not sure about the politics
of the place.

Full of liberals, all of them
bent on making trouble,

but it's fine work nonetheless.

[William] Are you a member
of this place yet?

I put you up for it ages ago.

I'm not sure how my application
is doing.

There's quite a list, I'm told.

And the, er,
the sons of old members

-leap frog over the newcomers.
-It'll be all right.

Two glasses of Madeira, please.

[James] I wonder.
I'm just a businessman

with no background whatever.

Thomas and I
are hardly Plantagenets.

No, you are great
and public figures. I am not.

They'd be lucky to get you.

They won't see it in that light.

Let's talk about Cubitt Town.
How much do you know?

We'll expand the docks,
create local businesses

and build houses
for those working nearby.

Exactly. There's pottery,
cement, brick production,

dirty stuff
but it has to be made,

with homes for clerks
and bookkeepers too

and hopefully we can persuade
some managers to settle there.

In short, we want
to reinvent the place,

rebuild it as a whole community.

Could there be, erm,
an opening for Oliver?

It's the sort of thing
he'd love to be part of.

-Oliver?
-My son.

Oh, that Oliver.

I've never thought him
very taken with the business.

I don't object to
his working for us,

but the demands of a project
like this might be rather more

than he'd be willing
to undertake.

Oliver would be very keen
to be involved.

He's tremendously interested.

Yet he's never asked
a single question

about the development
of Bloomsbury or Belgravia,

or any of our other contracts.

Sometimes he's not good at,
erm... expressing himself.

I see.

And now we must part.
You go that way and I go this.

Very well, but you win.

I did not have to stifle
a single yawn.

You'd better hurry

or the library will be closed
when you get there.

I should love to come
and visit your offices one day.

If your Mama didn't think
we should walk together,

I doubt she'd find a visit
to Bishopsgate quite the--

Nonsense.
You say Lady Brockenhurst

may pay you another visit,

why shouldn't I come with her
and see it for myself?

-You know her well, then?
-I'm engaged to her nephew.

Ah.

That is... She and I
could come together.

Nothing would give me
more pleasure.

Now I should be on my way.

Polishing your skills,
Miss Speer?

I don't need to polish them,
thank you, Morris.

They're bright enough.

Who's in for luncheon?
I've to go lay the table.

Just the Mistress
and Mrs Oliver, I think.

The great ladies have lunch
laid for 20 every day.

Then whoever drops in
during the morning

is invited to stay
and eat with them.

No one drops in here,
I'm sad to say.

What's Mrs Oliver up to?

She's gone for a drive
with the Mistress

and then she has a dress fittingthis afternoon.

Hasn't she got enough clothes?

Maybe. But she doesn't havethe invitations to go with them.

-What's this?
-Just saying Mrs Oliver

would like to get out more.

Then she would be advised
to lower her sights a little.

I don't see that. Her dad's asrich as Mr Trenchard. Or nearly.

Money is not the sole
criterion, Miss Speer,

not in the society
she aspires to.

She went to Brockenhurst House,
Mr Turton.

You can't ask for
more than that.

We will have to wait and see
if the invitation is repeated.

She gets little enough help
from the Mistress.

Mrs Trenchard has more sense.

She knows where
she's not wanted.

[Morris] I don't agree,
if you'll pardon me, Mr Turton.

I'd say she goes where she likes

and she doesn't care
what people think.

I admire her for it.

Then I suggest
you take your admiration

up to the dining room, Morris,
and lay the table.

Yes, Mr Turton.

[Grace] Emma says she's well.

My goodness, what happened?

Nothing, nothing, I, er...

A window broke when I was
standing near it.

Does this have
something to do with

how you spent yesterday evening?

It wasn't one of my best.

You know we have nothing left
to sell except this house?

If you keep going as you are,

we won't have enough
to pay the servants.

-Oh, you're being ridiculous.
-I mean it!

We pay them little enough
as it is.

Don't worry.
I'll... I'll sort it out--

Sort your face out first.

-[Speer] Where will he be?
-[Susan] Near the round pond,

but what if I see someone
I know?

[Speer]
What could be more innocent

than a chance meeting
in Kensington Gardens?

I'm taking a chance on you,
Speer.

You'll have enough to hang me
by the end of it.

You can trust me, Mrs Oliver.

I do. I may be a fool, but I do.

There he is.

[Speer]The handsome man with the stick?

[Susan] That's him.

[Speer]
He looks very confident.

Oh, he's quite in charge. He
thinks he is here to seduce me.

So we'll have to make him
work for it.

He'll be disappointed
if it's too easy.

Oh, madam. You are a card.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

Nor was I.

[laughs]

Do you mind if I sit down?

[John] No, please...

[Susan] I'm worn out from
the dust and bustle of London.

They seem to be building
everywhere.

Yes, I was in Trafalgar Square
this morning.

Nelson's column
is taking its time.

Yes.

I keep some rooms in Isleworth
for just that reason;

to get away from all the noise
and the traffic.

-Isleworth?
-Hmm.

Only a dining room and a bedroomand a servant to run things,

but I can escape the city
when I want

and breathe clean, fresh air.

How heavenly that sounds.

It's quite a secret.

I've never been to Isleworth

but isn't it
where people keep orchards

and grow vegetables
for their tables?

Yes, I believe so.

The air must be wonderful.

I must make a pilgrimage
and see it for myself.

Well, I hope you will let me

show you my hiding place
when you do.

I don't think I could bear
to miss it.

Perhaps you could suggest a day
that would suit you?

Perhaps I will.

Shouldn't you be in the office?

I've done enough for one day.

[door opening]

May I have the carriage
tomorrow?

I'll need it
for most of the day.

Or I can hire one.

No need, why do you want it?

I've an idea of going out
to Isleworth.

There are some kitchen gardens
and orchards for sale

-that I'd like to see.
-Why would you care?

Oh, I thought it might be
something I'd enjoy.

I'd accompany you if I could.

Don't worry. I'll take Speer.

And, er, am I expected to buy

one of these kitchen gardens
or orchards?

[Susan] Or my father might.

I could ask him if
you don't care for the idea.

Well, my dear father-in-law
can certainly afford it.

Erm, would you like me
to come with you?

I should love it.

There are three for us
to see before luncheon

and I have four to visit
afterwards.

Then you will go alone.

I'm tired out
by the very idea of it.

[chatter]

Don't ask about my face.

And a good day to you too,
Father.

He said no.

Who?

Your uncle, of course.
What am I to do?

I only have two days left,
or rather, one day, now.

-How much did you ask for?
-A thousand pounds.

-I owe Schmitt.
-Schmitt?

Oof. Then you'd better pay him.

I know. You can't think of
anyone who could help me?

Go to a bank. They know
the family has money

that'll come to you and then me.Borrow against that?

I've tried before. They think
my brother is too healthy

-and the wait will be too long.
-Hmm.

Well, I do know a Polish chap,
Emil Tomaszewski,

in the East End. He could
get you the money in time.

-How much does he charge?
-Fifty per cent.

Fifty! That's a bit steep.

Well, that's the going rate
in emergencies.

They have you over a barrel.
Is there really

nothing left to sell?

Only Harley Street, and
that's mortgaged to the hilt.

I doubt we'd walk away
with a penny piece.

Well, you must convince
the bank or visit the Pole.

Do you know who I saw today,
at your uncle's house?

-Charles Pope.
-Trenchard's protégé?

Was he there again?

He and your aunt
were having tea

in her private sitting room.

I caught them as he came out.
Something's going on.

I think she means to invest
in his business.

What!? Aunt Caroline? Why?

Exactly, why?

Do we know anything about him?

No. I don't like the hold
he has over Lady Brockenhurst.

She's making a fool of herself.

How can we find out
more about him?

Well, as it happens,
I'm quite friendly

with the younger Mrs Trenchard.

She told me her father-in-law
has known Pope for a while.

How friendly?

I bumped into her in Kensington
Gardens and we talked.

-Indeed?
-Do you want my help or not?

Talk to one of their servants.
They know more than anyone.

Yes, that's not a bad idea.

Mrs Trenchard's maid
was with her when we met.

I'll speak to her.

There must be some history

between Charles Pope
and Caroline.

If we find it out,
maybe she'll pay

to keep the information secret.

You mean we should
blackmail her?

Certainly I do.
And you can start us off

by finding out the secrets
of the Trenchards.

Hmm...

Ah, excuse me. Are you
delivering for Mrs Trenchard?

Mrs Babbage, but yes.

Can you give this to Miss Speer?She's one of the maids.

Why don't you give it yourself?

[John] Turton? The butler?

Oh. What makes you think
he'd listen to me?

He likes money, sir.

And you want to talk toMiss Ellis, the Mistress's maid.

She's been with the family
longer than anyone.

-Oh, and she also likes money?
-I'd say so, sir.

And how would I meet these two?

You'll find Mr Turton
in the Horse and Groom pub,

in Groom Place,
just off Belgrave Square.

-Hmm.
-He's there most days,

before luncheon at noon
and before dinner at six.

Hmm. Thank you, Miss Speer.

You have been very helpful.

Now I must hurry. I have to
dress Mrs Oliver for dinner

and we should plan
what she's wearing tomorrow.

For her trip to Isleworth.

[chuckles]

Oh, I'd be very grateful

if you said nothing
to your mistress about this.

I'm a servant, sir.

We don't tell anything
they don't need to know.

[chuckles]

[Myles] Who's going with us
to Glanville?

I suppose I'll be dressingMr Oliver as well as the Master.

Morris here is coming
as first footman.

He'd do it, but I don't believe
Mr and Mrs Oliver will go.

-Don't you?
-I hope not.

Mrs Oliver hates to travel.She doesn't see the point of it.

Not when all that's waitingis a draughty house and boredom.

I'm glad we're going
to Glanville.

I enjoy myself when I'm there.

Yeah, of course you do.
You sit there,

talking to the local boobies
about the new shops

that have opened in Bond Street
and the new fashions

and what the Duchess of This
said to the Countess of That,

until they think you've got
the ear of the Queen, herself.

She could do worse
than listen to me.

[all laugh]

What are you talking about?

Miss Ellis has been regaling us

with the delights
of a stay at Glanville.

Don't remind me.

Three days of torture
being shaken to the core,

followed by four weeks of tediumin a muddy desert.

You've got that in common
with Mrs Oliver.

I have nothing in common
with Mrs Oliver.

Mr Pope is outside, sir, asking
for the honour of an interview.

Then bring him in.

I hope I don't disturb you,
Mr Trenchard,

-but I have some news.
-Of course not.

-Won't you sit down?
-I won't, if you don't mind.

I'm too excited.
Lady Brockenhurst has written.

I saw her yesterday and her
letter arrived this morning

-at the office.
-And it brought good news?

The best of news. I believe
I have all the money I need.

Nobody has
all the money they need.

With your help and hers,
it means I can pay off

the mortgage, buy new looms
and re-tool the factory.

I can plan my visit to India,
appoint an agent

and then sit back and watch
as our production grows.

Not that I will sit back,
of course.

And you still have no clue as
to the reason for her interest?

She likes me.

I can see that.
But she's never explained

how she came to hear of me
in the first place.

Well, well. One mustn't
look a gift horse in the mouth.

Is that good news too, sir?

I'm a member of the Athenaeum.
They have allowed me to join.

I wonder if Mr Cubitt nudgedthem to overcome their distaste.

-Nonsense.
-Let's test the membership.

We will make them
give us some lunch.

Excuse me.
May I help you, sir?

My name is Trenchard.
Er, I'm a new member here.

Ah, yes, Mr Trenchard.
Welcome to the club.

Will you be taking luncheon
with us today?

-Absolutely!
-With Mr... Cubitt, sir?

Mr Cubitt? No.

It is customary for a new
member's first luncheon

to be with the person
who proposed them, sir.

-Is it a rule?
-Not a rule, sir, no.

-Just a custom.
-Well, it is a custom

we must set aside for today.

I am here with my...
with my guest, Mr Pope.

Very good, sir.

[James] To the health
of your new venture.

Mm. I've, er...

I made a few calculations
which I'd like to show you.

I see a lot of myself in you.

High praise, Mr Trenchard.

I don't know what I've done
to deserve it.

Excuse me.
I'm very sorry, Mr Trenchard,

but business papers
are not allowed

in any part of the building.

And that is a rule, I'm afraid.

Of course.

Thank you, sir.

Does he remind you
of Robespierre?

They're very officious,
I must say.

They should be proud
of any member

with business papers to show.

Should I be worried

that you keep a secret house
in Middlesex,

with a grand bedroom
and a silent servant?

Would you rather we were
at my set in Albany?

You should probably
get dressed.

I'm dining in town

and you should be home
in time to change.

I might give my horse a rest
and come back with you.

-If only we could.
-Can't we?

My dear, I'm travelling with
Speer in my husband's carriage.

Oh! Where are you
meeting your maid?

-The Bridge Inn.
-Hmm.

-Can you help me with this?
-Eugh.

-Do I have to lace it?
-[laughing] No.

That's only for comedies inthe theatre. The laces are tied,

I just need help
with the hooks down the front.

Right...

Yeah, well, next time,
it might be an idea

if you were to wear something
a little less complicated.

I can hardly walk downthe streets in my dressing gown.

Even for you.

[sniggers] Hmm.

[James] Oliver?

-How did you know where I was?
-They told me at your office.

I've been waiting
for 20 minutes.

Mr Pope and I were celebrating.

Mr Pope? Why is he here?

He's had good news
about his company

and I've just been accepted
as a member of the club.

Your father has been wonderfullykind and encouraging.

What's the good news?

Someone else is willing to join
Mr Trenchard as an investor.

You seem very adept
at getting people

to put their hands
in their pockets.

If only I had your gifts.

[James] That's enough.
If Lady Brockenhurst--

Lady Brockenhurst will put
money into your company?

I must leave you, gentlemen.

I have been away from my desk
long enough.

Would you please enlighten me?

Why does everyone want to give
money to that bumpkin?

What's behind it?

There is some element
to this business

that you have left unsaid.

You know his late father
was an old friend of mine.

-So old I've never heard of him.-Have you not?

He asked me
to look after his son

when Charles
first came to London.

Then you've certainly
managed it.

Here, I came to give you these.

[club servant] Mr Trenchard!

Let me help you.

So, where shall we hold
our next tryst?

You decide.

But what a difference
these railways will make.

Oh, what way?

We could already go to Brighton
and be back in time for tea.

And soon it will be no more
than five or six hours

to travel to York. The prospect
makes me feel quite giddy.

Why does everything
have to change?

I like things the way they are.

Nothing has to change
about this afternoon.

And now I really must be gone.

Don't make me wait too long
before I see you again.

-Is Father home?
-Not yet. But he will be soon.

Then let us enjoy
a few minutes of peace

before he shows his face.

I wish you wouldn't be so harsh.

Has he spoken to you
about the Isle of Dogs?

Yes.

You don't sound very excited.

-Should I be?
-Well, normally,

you're angry about
being left out of things.

I am. I'm even angrier now.

Your father has gone out
on a limb with Mr Cubitt.

-I did not ask him to.
-Maybe not,

but it was all on your behalf.

My father has always wanted me
to be something I am not.

It is my fate to disappoint him.

-I'm sure that's not true.
-It's even more true,

now that he's found
the perfect embodiment

-of all the virtues that I lack.-You mean?

Mr Charles Pope.

I found them
lunching together today.

I wish you did not dislike him
so. One day you may regret it.

You mean when my father
has made Mr Pope his heir

-and displaced me?
-That day will never come.

[Speer] I went to see an agent.
He's given me descriptions

of some gardens and orchards
up for sale.

That being why you said
you were visiting Isleworth.

I thought they might be useful.

-So now I have an alibi?
-Hmm.

Thank you. I'm ever
deeper in your debt.

We must go.

[door opening]

-You're early.
-[James] I couldn't work.

I had lunch with Charles today

and he told me
that Lady Brockenhurst--

Thank you, Ellis. I won't changefor dinner quite yet.

Very good, Ma'am.

I'll ring when I need you
but take the pink with you now.

See if you can get the mark out.

[door opening and closing]

We should have a passwordfor when the coast is not clear.

How sad to think we have so
many secrets that we need one.

Now, tell me more
about your luncheon.

He arrived at the office,
full of the news.

-We went to the Athenaeum.
-Have you been accepted?

-Why didn't you tell me?
-I only heard this morning.

I dare say
I shall be asked to leave soon.

Why?

Because she is giving him
the money!

And when people learn that,
well, they'll guess the secret.

It's over. Sophia will be
remembered as a... as a slut

and we'll be down in the dirt
with her.

Why didn't I give him the full
amount he needed at the start?!

Why didn't you?

Because I thought it
would be too easy.

I'll go and speak to her.

-What good will that do?
-None at all probably,

but it can't do any harm.

Today, at the club,

I wanted so badly
to tell him the truth.

Oh, Anne,

my heart kept urging me

that he should hear it
from his grandfather,

rather than have it whispered
on every street corner.

-But you didn't tell him?
-No.

But was I right not to?

James,

when we put the child away
from us and turned our backs,

we chose a life of lies.

Now those lies have returned
to haunt us

and we must manage
as best we can.

[John] Mr Turton, is it?

Could be. Do I know you, sir?

No. But I understand we might
be able to do some business.

You and me? I doubt you and I

would have much business
in common, sir.

But that's where you're wrong.

I'm, erm, well, I'm looking for
some help in a private matter

and you could just be
the right man for the job.

Why would you think that?

Well, I've asked
among my acquaintance

and yours was the name
they suggested.

And a Miss Ellis.

The Mistress's lady's maid.

Just so.
So, would it be possible

for you to work with Miss Ellis
on my behalf?

I need some information
about the Trenchards.

What makes you think
I would betray them?

Oh?

[chuckles]

Betray is a harsh word,
Mr Turton.

I merely want to know
more about the family.

And I am led to believe,
in certain circumstances,

-you might be willing to help.
-What circumstances?

Well, there'd be a small reward
for your assistance, of course.

How small?

That rather depends
on the results.