Death Comes to Pemberley (2013): Season 1, Episode 1 - Death Comes to Pemberley: Part One - full transcript
Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet are now married with a son and prepare to host their annual ball at their country mansion Pemberley. Among the guests are upright Colonel Fitzwilliam and young radical lawyer Henry Alveston, both love rivals for Darcy's sister Georgiana. Whilst walking in the woods Elizabeth sees a mysterious woman, said to be local ghost Mrs Riley but this is forgotten as she welcomes her guests, including her parents. Younger sister Lydia and her feckless husband Wickham have not been invited but Lydia makes a dramatic entrance, announcing that Wickham has argued with his friend Denny in the woods. Two shots ring out and a search party finds Wickham bloodied and drunk and Denny beaten to death though Wickham denies killing him. Nonetheless unpopular magistrate Hardcastle arrests Wickham to charge him with murder. After they have gone Darcy tells Elizabeth that years earlier Hardcastle sentenced to death a young poacher, whose mother hung herself in grief, the mother being Mrs Riley, whose ghost is said to appear to harbinger bad news.
Where are the boys, then, Joany?
I don't know.
This were definitely the place.
Well, maybe they were having us on.
They'll be around here somewhere.
Oh, come on, Joan. Let's go back.
What if we're caught?
Come on. Don't be such a baby!
I'll wait here for you!
Master Fitzwilliam!
Come back, Master Fitzwilliam!
Master Fitzwilliam! Will you...
Master Fitzwilliam.
Master Fitzwilliam.
Oh, I'm going
to be in so much trouble for this.
Mama!
I'm sorry, madam. Master
Fitzwilliam just...slipped away,
and you so busy with the ball...
It's no trouble at all.
Main dining room, quickly.
Yes, sir.
Bidwell, you'll have
time for the silver?
It will be polished to perfection,
madam, down to the last fork.
And the fires in the bedrooms,
Mrs Reynolds?
They're being prepared as we speak.
How many guests do we have staying?
Well, we shall have
need of all of our rooms.
The six-hour candles, madam.
All of them the best wax.
Ah, the chaperones' chairs. Yes, we
ran short last year, Mrs Reynolds.
I've ordered extra, madam.
Serve the brandy slowly, Stoughton,
we don't want the good ladies unable
to walk to their carriages
at the end of the evening -
our bedrooms are all spoken for.
Madam, the food for tomorrow night.
We have white soup.
Ah, delicious.
Wild goose.
There will be some orange sauce
prepared to go with that.
Game pies.
Almond faggots.
Millefeuille. Spiced biscuits,
Prince of Wales biscuits,
Duke of Clarence biscuits
and Duchess of York biscuits.
Mrs Reilly's ghost! In the woods!
What on earth..?! I saw her, ma'am.
Mrs Reilly's ghost!
Vicious-looking, she was.
Real as you standing there!
What utter nonsense!
What will Mrs Darcy think
of you pair?
Edith, can you take these
two into the pantry?
Give them a thimble-full of brandy
each.
I'll deal with you in a minute.
I must apologise, madam.
They're very silly girls.
Who's Mrs Reilly?
It's an old wives' tale, madam.
Well, I'm sure a dose of your
good sense will do the trick,
Mrs Reynolds.
Well done.
Thank you all.
(May I?)
Of course, madam. Thank you.
Georgiana.
Expecting someone?
No. Excuse me, madam.
Not really.
Oh, dear God! How can a man think
with such a racket going on?
Could you please ask them to stop?
That wouldn't be helpful,
Fitzwilliam, dearest...
It is a fine Pemberley tradition
for the master of the house to be
irritable on the eve of the ball.
And for the lady to do everything
in her power to assuage him.
Quite. Perhaps some traditions
need updating.
They've worked perfectly well
so far.
How dreary that all good things
must come to an end.
Really?
Shall I disappear from your sight?
A few hours would be perfect.
Sister?
Mr Darcy?
Yes?
Not a moment longer.
I shouldn't bear it.
You ARE only human.
Master Fitzwilliam!
Ah...
I shall take the little imp with me.
Ya-harr!
♪ A-hunting we will go
A-hunting we will go... ♪
At least let me
saddle the horses for you, sir.
I'm sure Wilkinson can manage.
Sir.
Although you did have
a fall last week, sir.
Yes. That wasn't his fault.
Look, you've trained him
incredibly well, Bidwell,
but it is time to, um...hand over
the reins, as it were.
I'd have preferred my own
son for the job.
Yes, yes, I know.
A Bidwell's always been head
coachman at Pemberley.
Good Lord hadn't seen fit.
How is Will?
Ah...
Mrs Darcy's planning on visiting
the cottage later, to see him.
However, in the meantime, she does
have a great need of you today.
Sir.
You're a good man, Bidwell.
Now, then.
Foxes the length
and breadth of Derbyshire will be
quaking in their dens at the mere
sight of you on this little fellow.
No-one's ever spoken
to my brother as freely as you do.
You've brought such laughter
to Pemberley, Elizabeth.
I want that kind of ease for myself.
Do you have someone in mind?
Well, I'd never marry without
my brother's approval,
especially after...
Darcy wants only for your happiness,
Georgiana. We both do.
Even if my choice
were a surprising one?
Ah, Colonel Fitzwilliam.
He's early.
Were you expecting someone else?
No, no-one.
I should go and greet my cousin. Mm.
I believe so...
You must be looking forward
to the ball.
Yes. Yes, we all are.
I'm not much of a man for dancing.
These are beautiful.
Very beautiful this year.
And...the white bell, perhaps?
Two dozen of those.
Madam.
Sorry - you scared me.
I'm sorry.
I wanted to catch you alone.
Could you spare me a moment?
Of course.
You came through the woods, Colonel?
Er...no. I came the usual way.
It's about...Georgiana.
With your keen powers of observation
you will have noticed my...
new-found appreciation of her.
With the death of my older brother,
and the duties
and responsibilities
that being the first son brings...
And the freedom.
Of course.
..my mind has most naturally turned
to marriage, and...
as I am to return to the Army
soon...
Well, has she...spoken to you
about me?
She always speaks of you
in terms of affection.
Of course, but I... I imagine you
to be her main confidante.
Only when she has something
to confide.
I admit she has given me
no specific grounds for hope,
but I have known her since she was
born, and...
well, perhaps for a woman it is
proper that love should come
after marriage, rather than before
it. I'm not sure about that.
I take it that George Wickham is...
never received at Pemberley.
Of course not.
Goodness, I'm surprised
you should even ask.
Well, so his attempted seduction
of Georgiana has remained secret?
We can hardly bear to think of it,
let alone mention his name.
Of course. Forgive me. I shouldn't
have mentioned it, Elizabeth.
Have you spoken of your feelings
to Georgiana yet? No. I wanted to
speak to you first, and ask
Darcy's permission, of course.
Georgiana's old enough to make
her own decision, Colonel.
If Georgiana were to agree
to marry you, then...
naturally, I would fully share
my husband's pleasure at the news.
But perhaps it is best to wait
until after the ball.
Of course.
Thank you.
Don't wait for me.
I'll walk back.
Good morning, Mrs Bidwell. Madam.
Louisa's just back from helping
my eldest in Birmingham, madam.
Madam.
Sit down. She's brought the new baby
home with her for a while,
to give Sarah some respite.
What's his name? Georgie.
I'm sure she appreciates the help,
but she must miss him terribly.
We can't keep him much longer.
Will frets ever so when he cries.
How is Will?
He has good days and bad days.
Will?
Hello. Don't get up.
I just wanted to see how you're
getting along with those books. Ah.
Robinson Crusoe was my favourite.
Yes, I thought it might be.
You shouldn't have troubled
yourself, ma'am, not on the eve of
the ball.
Oh, Mrs Reynolds has it all
under control.
Well, tell her to not bring
the ice in too early.
She did that one year
and there was water everywhere.
You can tell her yourself next year.
You don't believe that, though.
William.
Will...
For all my fine clothes, there's...
There's nothing I can do
about what's happening to you now.
But I offer you what I can...
..which is my friendship.
Wait!
You're sure you're all right?
I'm fine. That madwoman
could've attacked you.
No, no. She was frightened,
I'm sure of it. I'm fine.
Mr Alveston,
such a pleasure to see you.
Well, thank you for the invitation.
I hope you don't mind
my coming early.
I thought I'd accompany
Mr and Mrs Bennet.
What news of Highmarten?
How is Jane, and Bingley?
They're well, and send
their regards.
Miss Georgiana.
Henry.
Mr Alveston.
Thank you for your letter.
And you yours.
Should have
brought my special pillow...
Oh, what a dreadful road you have,
Lizzy - it's riddled with potholes.
Mother, I had no idea.
I'm in pieces.
Oh, don't fret, Lizzy. Father.
You'll find the road surface
miraculously smoothed itself out
as soon as our carriage passed.
You do vex me, Mr Bennet.
Oh, isn't it big. I always forget.
Welcome back to Pemberley,
madam. I would've come sooner, but
I've had social engagements
to attend to.
Longbourn's quite a whirlwind
in its own right, you know.
I was told to give YOU this,
but it's the last favour
I'm doing for you, Wickham.
I want no part in this.
Denny, please. This one last thing
and I promise I'll be done with it.
I'm not playing this game.
It's been deceit from start to
finish with you.
You're selfish, utterly selfish!
You know nothing, do you,
of women or how they truly feel!
Keep your voice down.
Lydia.
The apothecary, you see,
agreed with me - did he not, Lizzy -
that the fig is quite
the best thing.
Wonderful. Shall we?
Where is Mr Bennet when I need him?
He was here a minute ago.
Mr Bennet?
Mr Bennet?
May I speak to you in private?
Mr Bennet?
Unless there's someone who has
a greater claim. No.
No, I'd like that very much.
Later, perhaps.
Of course.
Mr Bennet? Mr Bennet?
Mr Bennet?
What have you found?
I have found these rather austere
pictures of this castle.
I suddenly realised I think it
belongs to Colonel Fitzwilliam.
Shall I ask him?
Well, why not?
Colonel?
Isn't this your castle?
It is.
Is that the North Sea?
Indeed. In rough weather, the waves
have been known to touch
the castle walls. Ooh.
It must be cold in winter.
We have no complaints.
Or rather, only from the occasional
soft Londoner,
too used to
skulking in a corridor or office.
The atmosphere can get chilly
in the Old Bailey too, sometimes.
I hear you're
something of a radical down there.
I like to think there's always
room for improvement.
We've seen what sudden shake-ups
can lead to over the water,
haven't we, Darcy?
Yes, terrible business...
Barbarity, no less. And now
Bonaparte's threatening our shores.
I'm no supporter of tyranny,
sir, in any shape or form.
Mr Darcy, would you excuse me
if I went for an evening ride?
At this hour, Colonel?
I sleep ill without fresh air.
Good night.
Good night.
A good ride, Colonel. Although it
will be getting dark soon -
I certainly don't envy you
the ride back.
How fortunate, then, that you are
not required to come too.
Shall we? Yes. Let's.
Driver! Stop!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop the carriage.
You're on your own, Wickham.
I'm finished with it. Denny...
Don't be a bloody fool!
Wickham? Wickham,
come back here this instant.
Wickham, don't just leave me
here on my own!
Sh.
Ah!
Lizzy? A portrait of dear Wickham.
It was in a little
cupboard in our room.
The lock was very feeble, you know.
One tug and it quite gave.
But you're a dark horse, Darcy.
Why a picture of him?
His father was my father's steward.
We grew up together. It was
my father who had the portrait done.
I forgot we even had it.
So handsome. Isn't he?
He's married to Lydia, my youngest.
But perhaps you know the name?
No, I'm afraid not.
Oh. He's quite a national hero since
he fought the French in Ireland.
Music! We should have music.
Georgiana, delight us
with your lovely playing.
If Mr Alveston will accompany me?
Oh, no. Er, please don't make me
sing.
Why don't I help you choose a dance?
Somewhere inside, I'm still a young
girl in love with a redcoat.
It's such a shame they're not
invited to the ball, Lizzy.
I really don't see the harm,
and Lydia does so love a dance.
Please save me from our guests.
Oh, I can't.
I was the best dancer in the county,
you know -
it won't do to outshine
the youth at my age.
Georgiana has two suitors
vying for her hand.
The Colonel wishes to speak to you.
He'd be a fine match.
She must marry for love,
Fitzwilliam.
I wouldn't wish for anything...
less.
Good God. What's that man thinking?
He'll have it over.
Are we expecting anyone else
tonight? No. Stoughton!
Oh, God, help!
Lydia?! Oh, God! Oh, God!
What's happened, Lydia?! What is it?
Dead! Dead?
Oh, my, heart. Who's dead? Who's...?
Sit her down!
I'm trying. Someone fetch some wine!
Is someone in danger? Lydia!
Lydia.
Wickham is shot, Papa. I know it.
He's dying in the woods.
Please, help him, someone!
You saw this?
I heard it! Well, don't just stand
there - do something!
You must tell us the facts
as you know them. Lydia?
Lydia!
Madam, are you all right?
A spasm, in my side.
Strange flutterings.
Don't worry about me.
What happened, Lydia?
We were driving through
the woods, to Pemberley -
Wickham, Captain Denny and I.
They were both angry with
one another.
Captain Denny banged for the
coachman to stop, and just went off.
Wickham shouted at him too,
and he jumped out also.
How could he do such a thing?
Then...
Shots.
Go! Go! Hurry up!
Am I never to get that man
out of my life? My love...
I'm sorry. Go back inside and look
after your sister. It will be fine.
Do I know you?
George Pratt, sir -
coachman at the King's Arms.
Yes, of course. Did you hear shots
fired in the woods?
I did, sir. Two of them.
What were you doing there?
The lady was coming to the ball,
as I understand it -
a jolly surprise, she said.
We'll need you to take us
back to the place.
I don't know, sir - the horses won't
take it. They're terrified as it is.
Your job is to get them
under control, and do as I say.
Is that understood? Yes, sir.
What's the matter?
You'd better get down.
It'll help. Let me.
Oh.
I'm the one to calm her.
Bidwell, Alveston. Yes, sir?
We need to organise...
Lydia, we must try to remain
positive, my dear,
and hope at least that he
died in a duel.
It's such a noble way to die!
The stable lads should all
still be here.
We're mounting a search.
Then I'll come with you.
It'll be cold and dark, sir -
probably uncomfortable.
Mr Bennet, come along -
you're needed!
Please.
We'll need ropes, lanterns,
blankets, a flask of brandy...
Stoughton will help.
Make sure Mr Darcy's horse is
saddled and ready. Gather some men!
Sir. Allow me to come too, sir.
You're our guest,
and it would assure me to know
you're here with the our ladies.
Yes, of course.
My trunk!
What is it?
Get it out of the carriage.
My ball gown will be quite creased.
Oh, I do hope it's the cream satin -
it will suit your pallor.
Oh, palpitations!
Do not make me speak.
Mrs Reynolds, fetch Wilkinson
and call for Dr McFee.
Yes, Mr Darcy.
With your permission, sir, I think
the doctor should administer
Lydia a calming draught.
Yes. Excellent thought, Darcy.
But perhaps he might prepare one
for Mrs Bennet first.
Excellent thought.
You've forgotten the ropes!
They could be down a gully.
Everything in readiness, Bidwell?
Almost, sir.
This is quite an expedition
you're mounting for one hysterical
woman, Darcy.
Just in case.
Let's hope we're both overreacting.
Lead on!
Whoa, girls. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sh, sh.
Sh.
Is this the place?
That's the oak tree on the left.
This is the path they took, here.
Sh.
Which way did Captain Denny head?
Over there, sir.
You're on your own, Wickham.
I'm finished with it.
It were just a few seconds,
and Mr Wickham followed.
Denny!
Don't be a bloody fool!
We waited - it must have been...
ten minutes,
and then we heard them.
The two gunshots.
Come on, come on. Sh, sh, sh.
Whoa.
'Then the lady started
screaming, "Murder!"'
and she didn't stop
the whole way to the house.
You men, see that clearing?
Try there. Yes, sir.
Stay close to the path.
Stay together.
Wickham!
Wickham!
Easy. Easy, Betty.
The draught I gave her
was enough to sedate a horse.
Er, not that...
We'll have to keep an eye on her.
Thank you, Doctor.
Now for the mother.
I'll show you the way.
I'll ask one of the maids to sleep
in Mrs Wickham's room
tonight, madam.
The sofa's quite comfortable,
and she mustn't be left alone.
I take it that once they're found,
Mr Wickham and Captain Denny
will not be stopping over?
A hot meal and we'll send them
on their way.
Then we can all get back to normal.
Wickham!
Once again, George Wickham leads us
all on a merry dance.
I can only apologise
that my daughter Lydia's superlative
taste in men has made him your
brother and responsibility for life.
Wickham!
I imagine they'll be a while yet.
Over there!
Wickham? Wickham?
Wickham?
He's dead! Oh, God.
I killed him!
My only friend and I killed him,
it's my fault!
Wickham, what happened here?
Denny! He's drunk.
It's my fault.
Over here!
It's a pistol.
It's been fired.
Denny.
Whoa there...
Whoa. Whoa.
Stand by that door
and do not open it. Yes, sir.
Get ready to carry
the Captain inside. Sir.
You can tell Lydia
her husband is alive,
although in no fit state to be seen.
Captain Denny is dead.
Shot? We don't know yet.
Where do you want the body? Gunroom.
Stoughton, help the colonel.
Yes, sir. Step aside.
Dear God.
Ready? Follow me.
Alveston, help me with Wickham
Of course.
Get up!
Unhand me!
I'm an officer of
His Majesty's Army.
Darcy, what are we doing here?
I'm taking you inside.
No, we have to go back.
Listen to me, Darcy,
you don't understand.
There's a killer out there
somewhere!
Stand back! Get him, damn you!
Before it's too late!
Get Dr McFee. You are
not listening...let go of me!
Damn you!
Are you all right?
Good night, Henry.
Good night.
You can go to bed.
Wickham is sedated and asleep.
But if there's any
trouble you can call on Dr McFee,
he's in the library.
However, I now have to inform
Hardcastle.
Hardcastle? Why?
He's the nearest magistrate -
I'm not allowed to deal with this
myself.
Can't it wait until dawn?
You're exhausted.
No. We have to be seen to be above
suspicion in every possible way.
George Wickham's my brother,
in the eyes of the law.
At least it's stopped raining.
Yes.
You should have some coffee
before you go.
Thank you.
Could it have been an accident?
There was a lot of blood.
Do you think... Wickham?
My only concern now is to protect
Pemberley and my family.
As for everything else, we have to
let justice take its course.
Mr Darcy of Pemberley, sir.
Sir Selwyn.
Mr Darcy, after midnight.
A rare pleasure indeed.
Do you know Mr Darcy well?
No, no, first impressions
are not encouraging.
I'm afraid I'm not the man
to dissuade you from that view.
I've suffered greatly
at Mr Darcy's hands.
In what way?
We grew up in the same house.
His father had a real affection for
me and treated me as one of his own.
When he died, he wanted me provided
with a living...
..and Mr Darcy chose to ignore his
wishes. The living went elsewhere.
Why would he be so unkind?
I can only think it was jealousy.
Of your charm and popularity,
I'm sure.
Of his father's affection for me,
perhaps.
All of Hertfordshire is disgusted
with his arrogance and pride.
I can manage this, madam.
Do go and get some rest.
Everything will be all right.
Will it? The man brings nothing but
mischief and misery in his wake.
There's a sad inevitability to the
way George Wickham has ended up.
I don't know what you mean.
Come now, you know it was widely
thought a strange weakness
on your father's part to indulge
a steward's boy the way he did.
I don't have to justify my father.
He was a good man,
and he saw promise in the boy.
False hopes, Darcy, false hopes.
We raise people above their natural
station in life at our peril.
What happened to George Wickham
was not inevitable.
He was given opportunities.
He chose to squander them. Really?
His marriage to your wife's sister
has placed him squarely
and permanently in your life.
I'd call that a hand well played.
I fail to see the relevance.
Oh, but your position is
a most delicate one.
A murder, if murder it is, has been
committed on your property,
and the person responsible could be
none other than a brother of yours.
I'll need a medical man to help
me inspect the body.
Yes, Dr McFee's already with us.
Buckle, fetch Headborough Brownrigg
and tell him to gather some
constables, quickly now. Yes, sir.
Let's get to work. Yes.
Mrs Darcy, I must apologise
for the lateness of the hour.
Thank you for coming out.
Our guests are trying to get what
rest they can.
Is Captain Denny on the premises?
Yes, we put him in the gunroom.
It seemed the best place. Quite.
And Wickham is still asleep, I take
it? Yes.
Is he the only suspect?
No-one else has been apprehended?
No, although gunshots were heard,
it is possible Denny stumbled across
an army deserter, or a poacher.
Ah, poachers.
We're on delicate ground there.
Well, perhaps we should prepare
some warm water and towels.
And more candles in case
we need them.
Madam?
Yes, of course.
Sorry, it must be the shock.
This way, please.
Headborough Brownrigg and er...
Constable Mason, sir, madam.
With your permission, Darcy,
it may be necessary to conduct
a search of the grounds
but first, if I may...
The suspect.
Yes, of course.
Gentlemen.
Mrs Reynolds?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to be rude, madam. It's...
It's just that the Hardcastles
aren't much liked at Pemberley.
Better fetch everything
he asked for.
Someone's washed his face. That's
tampering with the investigation.
I take full responsibility
for anything that's happened
under my roof.
And I for everything in this room.
That's very gallant of you both
but I think I know a woman's touch
when I see one.
Minor scratches to the face
and hands, probably er...
..brambles...
Most of the blood on him
will have been Denny's.
Dr McFee, have your clever medical
men found a way of telling one
man's blood from another's?
We don't set out to be gods,
Sir Selwyn.
Indeed...
Now, if you please... The dead man.
Mason, you wait here.
Sir.
This is not work of a bullet -
the wound's too superficial.
He's been hit with something hard,
possibly round in shape.
Like a cosh.
The effusion of blood would've
temporarily blinded him,
but it's not the cause of death.
Turn him over.
Good God! There you have it,
gentlemen.
The cause of death.
Did you find him on his back?
Yes.
It's the first time I've seen this.
Hm.
Something very large and heavy,
I'd say, probably blunt-edged.
The stock of a shotgun?
No, not big enough.
To do this takes a mighty blow,
delivered with vicious force.
So, it would appear the assailant
hit him first on the forehead
then moved in for the death blow
with a heavier second weapon.
If gunfire didn't kill him,
who fired the shots?
Denny himself, perhaps,
trying to target his attacker.
I know there's been discord
between our families, but let me
say how sorry I am for the darkness
visited upon Pemberley tonight.
Thank you. The security of England
depends on gentlemen
being allowed to live peaceably
in their homes
as decent landlords and masters.
If the aristocrats of France
had followed our example,
they wouldn't have found themselves
severed at the neck. Quite.
What news?
Perhaps we should spare the ladies.
Denny was murdered.
Forgive me, Sir Selwyn,
my wife and I have no secrets.
How terrible... I shall need to
interview Wickham as soon
as he wakes,
if you could accommodate me
until then? Of course.
An armchair and a fire
would suffice.
This way, please, sir.
What did Hardcastle mean
when he...he referred to poachers?
When I was a boy, a Pemberley lad
called Patrick Reilly poached
a deer from Hardcastle's
father's land.
Poaching's a serious offence,
but Reilly was just a boy.
Everyone expected him to be released
with a fine and a reprimand.
But Hardcastle Senior pressed
for the ultimate punishment.
I'll never forget the day
they hanged him.
Wickham and I were under
'strict orders not to leave
the house
'but we found a way out
and found a way there.'
Get lost.
Darcy, I know another way.
His mother, naturally,
was inconsolable.
A few weeks later she went
into Pemberley woods
and killed herself.
Darcy, I'm so sorry.
And now there's this foolish
superstition that her ghost
appears in the woods every time
misfortune's about to strike.
Mrs Reilly's ghost! Yes.
No... No... Two servant girls,
Betsy and Joan,
ran into the kitchen yesterday
saying they'd seen her in the woods.
It's nonsense.
No. No, I know...
But if it was the same woman
I saw, she was flesh and blood.
Perhaps she had something to
do with all this.
Sir, madam,
you'd best come to the house.
Why can't I see him?!
What's the matter with everyone?!
The magistrate needs to speak to him
when he wakes.
Magistrate? What do you mean?
He didn't do anything.
You've always been against him,
all of you, it's so unfair.
This is your fault.
If you'd invited us to the ball like
any decent sister would instead of
forcing us to creep through forests,
none of this would've happened.
Denny would be alive.
Lydia, please...
What was all that noise?
What was that noise?
It was Auntie Lydia.
Wasn't it, wasn't it?
Sir, Mr Wickham is awake.
Go back to bed, good boy.
Are they going to hang him?
Oh, God...
They just want to question him,
that's all.
He may be their only witness.
I didn't do this.
So they don't think he did it?
We must try to remain calm, Lydia,
and allow them to do their work.
Perhaps you should eat something.
Don't be ridiculous,
I couldn't possibly.
And we had to stay
at that nasty old inn.
I know why you're so mean with
your cheques, Lizzie,
you're jealous.
Stuck here in your mouldy old
mansion while we have all the fun.
Oh, Wickham.
We can talk about it
all in good time.
Perhaps a little something...
Dr McFee would recommend it.
He suggested you build up
your strength.
I have absolutely no appetite.
It felt like an eternity,
but it can't have been more
than ten minutes.
When I found him...
..I could see someone fleeing
through the trees, so I...
..grabbed Denny's pistol and fired.
But he had vanished.
And then...?
I realised
he was in a terrible state.
So I reloaded
and fired again for help.
And then he was...
He was gone.
Have you found the assailant?
At the present time,
our one suspect is yourself.
Why would I kill him?
He was the only real friend I had.
My God!
I was bringing my wife to a ball.
Tell us about that.
She was angry at not being invited,
and I knew
that if we arrived late enough,
Darcy would never turn her away.
But when Denny heard my plan,
he seemed to find it...
..repugnant.
It's been deceit from start
to finish with you,
you're selfish, utterly selfish.
You know nothing, do you,
of women or how they truly feel...
'We argued.'
We'd both been drinking.
And I was angrier
than I should've been.
Then he stormed off.
That's it, that's what happened.
He must've come across someone
in the woods.
There is a murderer out there
somewhere. And you...
You're wasting time.
Georgiana,
you must've hardly slept.
I'm so sorry you had to see
Wickham.
It must've brought back
terrible memories.
I was never actually in love
with him. It was a...
..a childish...attraction.
And loneliness perhaps.
He certainly never loved me.
I always knew it was the money
he was interested in.
I'd never would have eloped with
him, you do believe that? Of course.
It's just...
I'm not so sure that my brother
does.
Every time I try and talk to him
about it,
I can see how...how uncomfortable
he becomes.
It's a difficult subject,
that's all.
He must be horrified at how
close I came. No.
I'm horrified!
His anger is entirely for Wickham.
You were only 15, Georgiana.
I myself know how...
..convincing he can be.
Let's all of us hope he'll be
out of our lives again soon.
Hardcastle will want
alibis for everyone.
We were all together last night,
of course, except for you, Colonel,
and your night-time excursion.
I'm sure you'll be able to offer him
a full explanation as
to where you went. I will.
No doubt you have access
to the best lawyers, sir,
but if I can be of any help...
What's your immediate advice?
Given that you both know him,
it might be useful to discuss
Wickham's character.
Do you think him capable
of such a crime?
In the past, I have known him to be
envious, deceitful and ungrateful.
But violent? No.
I understand he fought with you
in the Irish campaign of '98?
He did, and bravely.
Part of the charge on French lines.
It was bloody work.
I imagine such fighting could
corrupt even the most
peace-loving of men.
There is nothing corrupt
about serving your King and country,
you fool.
What about his defence?
Well, there's no motive as yet.
One thing
I can't quite fathom is why Denny
ran off deep into the wood.
Why not just head back on the road?
It's odd.
"He's dead, Denny's dead,
I killed him, it's my fault."
You want to know what he said?
He said, "He's dead, my best
friend's dead, and it's my fault,
"I killed him."
Something like that.
"I killed him!
"My only friend and I killed him,
it's my fault!"
You're sure?
Yes, but I am convinced it
was his guilt speaking,
he felt responsible purely
because of their argument.
Thank you,
I believe we have our man.
Did you find a murder weapon?
No.
Well, then, what proof?
Firstly, a confession.
I'm a simple man, Darcy, I don't go
searching for complications
where there are none.
When confronted with the misdeed,
Wickham confessed.
We have three witnesses to the fact.
His denials in the cold light of day
are entirely to be expected.
Secondly, this.
30 pounds found in the rim
of Wickham's hat,
stuffed in a corner of the carriage.
If this money proves to be Denny's,
we have a motive.
Wickham may be many things,
he's no common thief.
I'm taking him into custody
and charging him with the crime.
There'll be an inquest,
and probably a trial.
Prepare yourself, Darcy.
If he's found guilty,
you know the outcome.
What do you mean they're
taking him away?
Wickham! What's happening?
Where are they taking him?
Wickham! Wickham!
Please let go of him.
Please. Lydia...
Please let go of him.
You said they just wanted to
question him.
Please... Please let go of him.
Let go of him!
Wickham!
Have a seat.
Get off!
Wickham, please. Let go of him!
Wickham, please!
You must come away.
Drive on!
Darcy...
Pemberley has weathered many
a storm in its long history,
and this one too will pass.
Everything we do now has to
send out a signal
that life at Pemberley
carries on as it always has.
This place, this family,
was not sustained or built by people
doing what they want.
It's bigger than you or I.
I didn't intend that you
should see this. He's my sweetheart.
Louisa!
I could...!
Kill me?
We both have reasons to keep quiet,
don't we?
We discussed this, Darcy. We agreed!
I didn't do it, you know.
I believe you.
I don't know.
This were definitely the place.
Well, maybe they were having us on.
They'll be around here somewhere.
Oh, come on, Joan. Let's go back.
What if we're caught?
Come on. Don't be such a baby!
I'll wait here for you!
Master Fitzwilliam!
Come back, Master Fitzwilliam!
Master Fitzwilliam! Will you...
Master Fitzwilliam.
Master Fitzwilliam.
Oh, I'm going
to be in so much trouble for this.
Mama!
I'm sorry, madam. Master
Fitzwilliam just...slipped away,
and you so busy with the ball...
It's no trouble at all.
Main dining room, quickly.
Yes, sir.
Bidwell, you'll have
time for the silver?
It will be polished to perfection,
madam, down to the last fork.
And the fires in the bedrooms,
Mrs Reynolds?
They're being prepared as we speak.
How many guests do we have staying?
Well, we shall have
need of all of our rooms.
The six-hour candles, madam.
All of them the best wax.
Ah, the chaperones' chairs. Yes, we
ran short last year, Mrs Reynolds.
I've ordered extra, madam.
Serve the brandy slowly, Stoughton,
we don't want the good ladies unable
to walk to their carriages
at the end of the evening -
our bedrooms are all spoken for.
Madam, the food for tomorrow night.
We have white soup.
Ah, delicious.
Wild goose.
There will be some orange sauce
prepared to go with that.
Game pies.
Almond faggots.
Millefeuille. Spiced biscuits,
Prince of Wales biscuits,
Duke of Clarence biscuits
and Duchess of York biscuits.
Mrs Reilly's ghost! In the woods!
What on earth..?! I saw her, ma'am.
Mrs Reilly's ghost!
Vicious-looking, she was.
Real as you standing there!
What utter nonsense!
What will Mrs Darcy think
of you pair?
Edith, can you take these
two into the pantry?
Give them a thimble-full of brandy
each.
I'll deal with you in a minute.
I must apologise, madam.
They're very silly girls.
Who's Mrs Reilly?
It's an old wives' tale, madam.
Well, I'm sure a dose of your
good sense will do the trick,
Mrs Reynolds.
Well done.
Thank you all.
(May I?)
Of course, madam. Thank you.
Georgiana.
Expecting someone?
No. Excuse me, madam.
Not really.
Oh, dear God! How can a man think
with such a racket going on?
Could you please ask them to stop?
That wouldn't be helpful,
Fitzwilliam, dearest...
It is a fine Pemberley tradition
for the master of the house to be
irritable on the eve of the ball.
And for the lady to do everything
in her power to assuage him.
Quite. Perhaps some traditions
need updating.
They've worked perfectly well
so far.
How dreary that all good things
must come to an end.
Really?
Shall I disappear from your sight?
A few hours would be perfect.
Sister?
Mr Darcy?
Yes?
Not a moment longer.
I shouldn't bear it.
You ARE only human.
Master Fitzwilliam!
Ah...
I shall take the little imp with me.
Ya-harr!
♪ A-hunting we will go
A-hunting we will go... ♪
At least let me
saddle the horses for you, sir.
I'm sure Wilkinson can manage.
Sir.
Although you did have
a fall last week, sir.
Yes. That wasn't his fault.
Look, you've trained him
incredibly well, Bidwell,
but it is time to, um...hand over
the reins, as it were.
I'd have preferred my own
son for the job.
Yes, yes, I know.
A Bidwell's always been head
coachman at Pemberley.
Good Lord hadn't seen fit.
How is Will?
Ah...
Mrs Darcy's planning on visiting
the cottage later, to see him.
However, in the meantime, she does
have a great need of you today.
Sir.
You're a good man, Bidwell.
Now, then.
Foxes the length
and breadth of Derbyshire will be
quaking in their dens at the mere
sight of you on this little fellow.
No-one's ever spoken
to my brother as freely as you do.
You've brought such laughter
to Pemberley, Elizabeth.
I want that kind of ease for myself.
Do you have someone in mind?
Well, I'd never marry without
my brother's approval,
especially after...
Darcy wants only for your happiness,
Georgiana. We both do.
Even if my choice
were a surprising one?
Ah, Colonel Fitzwilliam.
He's early.
Were you expecting someone else?
No, no-one.
I should go and greet my cousin. Mm.
I believe so...
You must be looking forward
to the ball.
Yes. Yes, we all are.
I'm not much of a man for dancing.
These are beautiful.
Very beautiful this year.
And...the white bell, perhaps?
Two dozen of those.
Madam.
Sorry - you scared me.
I'm sorry.
I wanted to catch you alone.
Could you spare me a moment?
Of course.
You came through the woods, Colonel?
Er...no. I came the usual way.
It's about...Georgiana.
With your keen powers of observation
you will have noticed my...
new-found appreciation of her.
With the death of my older brother,
and the duties
and responsibilities
that being the first son brings...
And the freedom.
Of course.
..my mind has most naturally turned
to marriage, and...
as I am to return to the Army
soon...
Well, has she...spoken to you
about me?
She always speaks of you
in terms of affection.
Of course, but I... I imagine you
to be her main confidante.
Only when she has something
to confide.
I admit she has given me
no specific grounds for hope,
but I have known her since she was
born, and...
well, perhaps for a woman it is
proper that love should come
after marriage, rather than before
it. I'm not sure about that.
I take it that George Wickham is...
never received at Pemberley.
Of course not.
Goodness, I'm surprised
you should even ask.
Well, so his attempted seduction
of Georgiana has remained secret?
We can hardly bear to think of it,
let alone mention his name.
Of course. Forgive me. I shouldn't
have mentioned it, Elizabeth.
Have you spoken of your feelings
to Georgiana yet? No. I wanted to
speak to you first, and ask
Darcy's permission, of course.
Georgiana's old enough to make
her own decision, Colonel.
If Georgiana were to agree
to marry you, then...
naturally, I would fully share
my husband's pleasure at the news.
But perhaps it is best to wait
until after the ball.
Of course.
Thank you.
Don't wait for me.
I'll walk back.
Good morning, Mrs Bidwell. Madam.
Louisa's just back from helping
my eldest in Birmingham, madam.
Madam.
Sit down. She's brought the new baby
home with her for a while,
to give Sarah some respite.
What's his name? Georgie.
I'm sure she appreciates the help,
but she must miss him terribly.
We can't keep him much longer.
Will frets ever so when he cries.
How is Will?
He has good days and bad days.
Will?
Hello. Don't get up.
I just wanted to see how you're
getting along with those books. Ah.
Robinson Crusoe was my favourite.
Yes, I thought it might be.
You shouldn't have troubled
yourself, ma'am, not on the eve of
the ball.
Oh, Mrs Reynolds has it all
under control.
Well, tell her to not bring
the ice in too early.
She did that one year
and there was water everywhere.
You can tell her yourself next year.
You don't believe that, though.
William.
Will...
For all my fine clothes, there's...
There's nothing I can do
about what's happening to you now.
But I offer you what I can...
..which is my friendship.
Wait!
You're sure you're all right?
I'm fine. That madwoman
could've attacked you.
No, no. She was frightened,
I'm sure of it. I'm fine.
Mr Alveston,
such a pleasure to see you.
Well, thank you for the invitation.
I hope you don't mind
my coming early.
I thought I'd accompany
Mr and Mrs Bennet.
What news of Highmarten?
How is Jane, and Bingley?
They're well, and send
their regards.
Miss Georgiana.
Henry.
Mr Alveston.
Thank you for your letter.
And you yours.
Should have
brought my special pillow...
Oh, what a dreadful road you have,
Lizzy - it's riddled with potholes.
Mother, I had no idea.
I'm in pieces.
Oh, don't fret, Lizzy. Father.
You'll find the road surface
miraculously smoothed itself out
as soon as our carriage passed.
You do vex me, Mr Bennet.
Oh, isn't it big. I always forget.
Welcome back to Pemberley,
madam. I would've come sooner, but
I've had social engagements
to attend to.
Longbourn's quite a whirlwind
in its own right, you know.
I was told to give YOU this,
but it's the last favour
I'm doing for you, Wickham.
I want no part in this.
Denny, please. This one last thing
and I promise I'll be done with it.
I'm not playing this game.
It's been deceit from start to
finish with you.
You're selfish, utterly selfish!
You know nothing, do you,
of women or how they truly feel!
Keep your voice down.
Lydia.
The apothecary, you see,
agreed with me - did he not, Lizzy -
that the fig is quite
the best thing.
Wonderful. Shall we?
Where is Mr Bennet when I need him?
He was here a minute ago.
Mr Bennet?
Mr Bennet?
May I speak to you in private?
Mr Bennet?
Unless there's someone who has
a greater claim. No.
No, I'd like that very much.
Later, perhaps.
Of course.
Mr Bennet? Mr Bennet?
Mr Bennet?
What have you found?
I have found these rather austere
pictures of this castle.
I suddenly realised I think it
belongs to Colonel Fitzwilliam.
Shall I ask him?
Well, why not?
Colonel?
Isn't this your castle?
It is.
Is that the North Sea?
Indeed. In rough weather, the waves
have been known to touch
the castle walls. Ooh.
It must be cold in winter.
We have no complaints.
Or rather, only from the occasional
soft Londoner,
too used to
skulking in a corridor or office.
The atmosphere can get chilly
in the Old Bailey too, sometimes.
I hear you're
something of a radical down there.
I like to think there's always
room for improvement.
We've seen what sudden shake-ups
can lead to over the water,
haven't we, Darcy?
Yes, terrible business...
Barbarity, no less. And now
Bonaparte's threatening our shores.
I'm no supporter of tyranny,
sir, in any shape or form.
Mr Darcy, would you excuse me
if I went for an evening ride?
At this hour, Colonel?
I sleep ill without fresh air.
Good night.
Good night.
A good ride, Colonel. Although it
will be getting dark soon -
I certainly don't envy you
the ride back.
How fortunate, then, that you are
not required to come too.
Shall we? Yes. Let's.
Driver! Stop!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop the carriage.
You're on your own, Wickham.
I'm finished with it. Denny...
Don't be a bloody fool!
Wickham? Wickham,
come back here this instant.
Wickham, don't just leave me
here on my own!
Sh.
Ah!
Lizzy? A portrait of dear Wickham.
It was in a little
cupboard in our room.
The lock was very feeble, you know.
One tug and it quite gave.
But you're a dark horse, Darcy.
Why a picture of him?
His father was my father's steward.
We grew up together. It was
my father who had the portrait done.
I forgot we even had it.
So handsome. Isn't he?
He's married to Lydia, my youngest.
But perhaps you know the name?
No, I'm afraid not.
Oh. He's quite a national hero since
he fought the French in Ireland.
Music! We should have music.
Georgiana, delight us
with your lovely playing.
If Mr Alveston will accompany me?
Oh, no. Er, please don't make me
sing.
Why don't I help you choose a dance?
Somewhere inside, I'm still a young
girl in love with a redcoat.
It's such a shame they're not
invited to the ball, Lizzy.
I really don't see the harm,
and Lydia does so love a dance.
Please save me from our guests.
Oh, I can't.
I was the best dancer in the county,
you know -
it won't do to outshine
the youth at my age.
Georgiana has two suitors
vying for her hand.
The Colonel wishes to speak to you.
He'd be a fine match.
She must marry for love,
Fitzwilliam.
I wouldn't wish for anything...
less.
Good God. What's that man thinking?
He'll have it over.
Are we expecting anyone else
tonight? No. Stoughton!
Oh, God, help!
Lydia?! Oh, God! Oh, God!
What's happened, Lydia?! What is it?
Dead! Dead?
Oh, my, heart. Who's dead? Who's...?
Sit her down!
I'm trying. Someone fetch some wine!
Is someone in danger? Lydia!
Lydia.
Wickham is shot, Papa. I know it.
He's dying in the woods.
Please, help him, someone!
You saw this?
I heard it! Well, don't just stand
there - do something!
You must tell us the facts
as you know them. Lydia?
Lydia!
Madam, are you all right?
A spasm, in my side.
Strange flutterings.
Don't worry about me.
What happened, Lydia?
We were driving through
the woods, to Pemberley -
Wickham, Captain Denny and I.
They were both angry with
one another.
Captain Denny banged for the
coachman to stop, and just went off.
Wickham shouted at him too,
and he jumped out also.
How could he do such a thing?
Then...
Shots.
Go! Go! Hurry up!
Am I never to get that man
out of my life? My love...
I'm sorry. Go back inside and look
after your sister. It will be fine.
Do I know you?
George Pratt, sir -
coachman at the King's Arms.
Yes, of course. Did you hear shots
fired in the woods?
I did, sir. Two of them.
What were you doing there?
The lady was coming to the ball,
as I understand it -
a jolly surprise, she said.
We'll need you to take us
back to the place.
I don't know, sir - the horses won't
take it. They're terrified as it is.
Your job is to get them
under control, and do as I say.
Is that understood? Yes, sir.
What's the matter?
You'd better get down.
It'll help. Let me.
Oh.
I'm the one to calm her.
Bidwell, Alveston. Yes, sir?
We need to organise...
Lydia, we must try to remain
positive, my dear,
and hope at least that he
died in a duel.
It's such a noble way to die!
The stable lads should all
still be here.
We're mounting a search.
Then I'll come with you.
It'll be cold and dark, sir -
probably uncomfortable.
Mr Bennet, come along -
you're needed!
Please.
We'll need ropes, lanterns,
blankets, a flask of brandy...
Stoughton will help.
Make sure Mr Darcy's horse is
saddled and ready. Gather some men!
Sir. Allow me to come too, sir.
You're our guest,
and it would assure me to know
you're here with the our ladies.
Yes, of course.
My trunk!
What is it?
Get it out of the carriage.
My ball gown will be quite creased.
Oh, I do hope it's the cream satin -
it will suit your pallor.
Oh, palpitations!
Do not make me speak.
Mrs Reynolds, fetch Wilkinson
and call for Dr McFee.
Yes, Mr Darcy.
With your permission, sir, I think
the doctor should administer
Lydia a calming draught.
Yes. Excellent thought, Darcy.
But perhaps he might prepare one
for Mrs Bennet first.
Excellent thought.
You've forgotten the ropes!
They could be down a gully.
Everything in readiness, Bidwell?
Almost, sir.
This is quite an expedition
you're mounting for one hysterical
woman, Darcy.
Just in case.
Let's hope we're both overreacting.
Lead on!
Whoa, girls. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sh, sh.
Sh.
Is this the place?
That's the oak tree on the left.
This is the path they took, here.
Sh.
Which way did Captain Denny head?
Over there, sir.
You're on your own, Wickham.
I'm finished with it.
It were just a few seconds,
and Mr Wickham followed.
Denny!
Don't be a bloody fool!
We waited - it must have been...
ten minutes,
and then we heard them.
The two gunshots.
Come on, come on. Sh, sh, sh.
Whoa.
'Then the lady started
screaming, "Murder!"'
and she didn't stop
the whole way to the house.
You men, see that clearing?
Try there. Yes, sir.
Stay close to the path.
Stay together.
Wickham!
Wickham!
Easy. Easy, Betty.
The draught I gave her
was enough to sedate a horse.
Er, not that...
We'll have to keep an eye on her.
Thank you, Doctor.
Now for the mother.
I'll show you the way.
I'll ask one of the maids to sleep
in Mrs Wickham's room
tonight, madam.
The sofa's quite comfortable,
and she mustn't be left alone.
I take it that once they're found,
Mr Wickham and Captain Denny
will not be stopping over?
A hot meal and we'll send them
on their way.
Then we can all get back to normal.
Wickham!
Once again, George Wickham leads us
all on a merry dance.
I can only apologise
that my daughter Lydia's superlative
taste in men has made him your
brother and responsibility for life.
Wickham!
I imagine they'll be a while yet.
Over there!
Wickham? Wickham?
Wickham?
He's dead! Oh, God.
I killed him!
My only friend and I killed him,
it's my fault!
Wickham, what happened here?
Denny! He's drunk.
It's my fault.
Over here!
It's a pistol.
It's been fired.
Denny.
Whoa there...
Whoa. Whoa.
Stand by that door
and do not open it. Yes, sir.
Get ready to carry
the Captain inside. Sir.
You can tell Lydia
her husband is alive,
although in no fit state to be seen.
Captain Denny is dead.
Shot? We don't know yet.
Where do you want the body? Gunroom.
Stoughton, help the colonel.
Yes, sir. Step aside.
Dear God.
Ready? Follow me.
Alveston, help me with Wickham
Of course.
Get up!
Unhand me!
I'm an officer of
His Majesty's Army.
Darcy, what are we doing here?
I'm taking you inside.
No, we have to go back.
Listen to me, Darcy,
you don't understand.
There's a killer out there
somewhere!
Stand back! Get him, damn you!
Before it's too late!
Get Dr McFee. You are
not listening...let go of me!
Damn you!
Are you all right?
Good night, Henry.
Good night.
You can go to bed.
Wickham is sedated and asleep.
But if there's any
trouble you can call on Dr McFee,
he's in the library.
However, I now have to inform
Hardcastle.
Hardcastle? Why?
He's the nearest magistrate -
I'm not allowed to deal with this
myself.
Can't it wait until dawn?
You're exhausted.
No. We have to be seen to be above
suspicion in every possible way.
George Wickham's my brother,
in the eyes of the law.
At least it's stopped raining.
Yes.
You should have some coffee
before you go.
Thank you.
Could it have been an accident?
There was a lot of blood.
Do you think... Wickham?
My only concern now is to protect
Pemberley and my family.
As for everything else, we have to
let justice take its course.
Mr Darcy of Pemberley, sir.
Sir Selwyn.
Mr Darcy, after midnight.
A rare pleasure indeed.
Do you know Mr Darcy well?
No, no, first impressions
are not encouraging.
I'm afraid I'm not the man
to dissuade you from that view.
I've suffered greatly
at Mr Darcy's hands.
In what way?
We grew up in the same house.
His father had a real affection for
me and treated me as one of his own.
When he died, he wanted me provided
with a living...
..and Mr Darcy chose to ignore his
wishes. The living went elsewhere.
Why would he be so unkind?
I can only think it was jealousy.
Of your charm and popularity,
I'm sure.
Of his father's affection for me,
perhaps.
All of Hertfordshire is disgusted
with his arrogance and pride.
I can manage this, madam.
Do go and get some rest.
Everything will be all right.
Will it? The man brings nothing but
mischief and misery in his wake.
There's a sad inevitability to the
way George Wickham has ended up.
I don't know what you mean.
Come now, you know it was widely
thought a strange weakness
on your father's part to indulge
a steward's boy the way he did.
I don't have to justify my father.
He was a good man,
and he saw promise in the boy.
False hopes, Darcy, false hopes.
We raise people above their natural
station in life at our peril.
What happened to George Wickham
was not inevitable.
He was given opportunities.
He chose to squander them. Really?
His marriage to your wife's sister
has placed him squarely
and permanently in your life.
I'd call that a hand well played.
I fail to see the relevance.
Oh, but your position is
a most delicate one.
A murder, if murder it is, has been
committed on your property,
and the person responsible could be
none other than a brother of yours.
I'll need a medical man to help
me inspect the body.
Yes, Dr McFee's already with us.
Buckle, fetch Headborough Brownrigg
and tell him to gather some
constables, quickly now. Yes, sir.
Let's get to work. Yes.
Mrs Darcy, I must apologise
for the lateness of the hour.
Thank you for coming out.
Our guests are trying to get what
rest they can.
Is Captain Denny on the premises?
Yes, we put him in the gunroom.
It seemed the best place. Quite.
And Wickham is still asleep, I take
it? Yes.
Is he the only suspect?
No-one else has been apprehended?
No, although gunshots were heard,
it is possible Denny stumbled across
an army deserter, or a poacher.
Ah, poachers.
We're on delicate ground there.
Well, perhaps we should prepare
some warm water and towels.
And more candles in case
we need them.
Madam?
Yes, of course.
Sorry, it must be the shock.
This way, please.
Headborough Brownrigg and er...
Constable Mason, sir, madam.
With your permission, Darcy,
it may be necessary to conduct
a search of the grounds
but first, if I may...
The suspect.
Yes, of course.
Gentlemen.
Mrs Reynolds?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to be rude, madam. It's...
It's just that the Hardcastles
aren't much liked at Pemberley.
Better fetch everything
he asked for.
Someone's washed his face. That's
tampering with the investigation.
I take full responsibility
for anything that's happened
under my roof.
And I for everything in this room.
That's very gallant of you both
but I think I know a woman's touch
when I see one.
Minor scratches to the face
and hands, probably er...
..brambles...
Most of the blood on him
will have been Denny's.
Dr McFee, have your clever medical
men found a way of telling one
man's blood from another's?
We don't set out to be gods,
Sir Selwyn.
Indeed...
Now, if you please... The dead man.
Mason, you wait here.
Sir.
This is not work of a bullet -
the wound's too superficial.
He's been hit with something hard,
possibly round in shape.
Like a cosh.
The effusion of blood would've
temporarily blinded him,
but it's not the cause of death.
Turn him over.
Good God! There you have it,
gentlemen.
The cause of death.
Did you find him on his back?
Yes.
It's the first time I've seen this.
Hm.
Something very large and heavy,
I'd say, probably blunt-edged.
The stock of a shotgun?
No, not big enough.
To do this takes a mighty blow,
delivered with vicious force.
So, it would appear the assailant
hit him first on the forehead
then moved in for the death blow
with a heavier second weapon.
If gunfire didn't kill him,
who fired the shots?
Denny himself, perhaps,
trying to target his attacker.
I know there's been discord
between our families, but let me
say how sorry I am for the darkness
visited upon Pemberley tonight.
Thank you. The security of England
depends on gentlemen
being allowed to live peaceably
in their homes
as decent landlords and masters.
If the aristocrats of France
had followed our example,
they wouldn't have found themselves
severed at the neck. Quite.
What news?
Perhaps we should spare the ladies.
Denny was murdered.
Forgive me, Sir Selwyn,
my wife and I have no secrets.
How terrible... I shall need to
interview Wickham as soon
as he wakes,
if you could accommodate me
until then? Of course.
An armchair and a fire
would suffice.
This way, please, sir.
What did Hardcastle mean
when he...he referred to poachers?
When I was a boy, a Pemberley lad
called Patrick Reilly poached
a deer from Hardcastle's
father's land.
Poaching's a serious offence,
but Reilly was just a boy.
Everyone expected him to be released
with a fine and a reprimand.
But Hardcastle Senior pressed
for the ultimate punishment.
I'll never forget the day
they hanged him.
Wickham and I were under
'strict orders not to leave
the house
'but we found a way out
and found a way there.'
Get lost.
Darcy, I know another way.
His mother, naturally,
was inconsolable.
A few weeks later she went
into Pemberley woods
and killed herself.
Darcy, I'm so sorry.
And now there's this foolish
superstition that her ghost
appears in the woods every time
misfortune's about to strike.
Mrs Reilly's ghost! Yes.
No... No... Two servant girls,
Betsy and Joan,
ran into the kitchen yesterday
saying they'd seen her in the woods.
It's nonsense.
No. No, I know...
But if it was the same woman
I saw, she was flesh and blood.
Perhaps she had something to
do with all this.
Sir, madam,
you'd best come to the house.
Why can't I see him?!
What's the matter with everyone?!
The magistrate needs to speak to him
when he wakes.
Magistrate? What do you mean?
He didn't do anything.
You've always been against him,
all of you, it's so unfair.
This is your fault.
If you'd invited us to the ball like
any decent sister would instead of
forcing us to creep through forests,
none of this would've happened.
Denny would be alive.
Lydia, please...
What was all that noise?
What was that noise?
It was Auntie Lydia.
Wasn't it, wasn't it?
Sir, Mr Wickham is awake.
Go back to bed, good boy.
Are they going to hang him?
Oh, God...
They just want to question him,
that's all.
He may be their only witness.
I didn't do this.
So they don't think he did it?
We must try to remain calm, Lydia,
and allow them to do their work.
Perhaps you should eat something.
Don't be ridiculous,
I couldn't possibly.
And we had to stay
at that nasty old inn.
I know why you're so mean with
your cheques, Lizzie,
you're jealous.
Stuck here in your mouldy old
mansion while we have all the fun.
Oh, Wickham.
We can talk about it
all in good time.
Perhaps a little something...
Dr McFee would recommend it.
He suggested you build up
your strength.
I have absolutely no appetite.
It felt like an eternity,
but it can't have been more
than ten minutes.
When I found him...
..I could see someone fleeing
through the trees, so I...
..grabbed Denny's pistol and fired.
But he had vanished.
And then...?
I realised
he was in a terrible state.
So I reloaded
and fired again for help.
And then he was...
He was gone.
Have you found the assailant?
At the present time,
our one suspect is yourself.
Why would I kill him?
He was the only real friend I had.
My God!
I was bringing my wife to a ball.
Tell us about that.
She was angry at not being invited,
and I knew
that if we arrived late enough,
Darcy would never turn her away.
But when Denny heard my plan,
he seemed to find it...
..repugnant.
It's been deceit from start
to finish with you,
you're selfish, utterly selfish.
You know nothing, do you,
of women or how they truly feel...
'We argued.'
We'd both been drinking.
And I was angrier
than I should've been.
Then he stormed off.
That's it, that's what happened.
He must've come across someone
in the woods.
There is a murderer out there
somewhere. And you...
You're wasting time.
Georgiana,
you must've hardly slept.
I'm so sorry you had to see
Wickham.
It must've brought back
terrible memories.
I was never actually in love
with him. It was a...
..a childish...attraction.
And loneliness perhaps.
He certainly never loved me.
I always knew it was the money
he was interested in.
I'd never would have eloped with
him, you do believe that? Of course.
It's just...
I'm not so sure that my brother
does.
Every time I try and talk to him
about it,
I can see how...how uncomfortable
he becomes.
It's a difficult subject,
that's all.
He must be horrified at how
close I came. No.
I'm horrified!
His anger is entirely for Wickham.
You were only 15, Georgiana.
I myself know how...
..convincing he can be.
Let's all of us hope he'll be
out of our lives again soon.
Hardcastle will want
alibis for everyone.
We were all together last night,
of course, except for you, Colonel,
and your night-time excursion.
I'm sure you'll be able to offer him
a full explanation as
to where you went. I will.
No doubt you have access
to the best lawyers, sir,
but if I can be of any help...
What's your immediate advice?
Given that you both know him,
it might be useful to discuss
Wickham's character.
Do you think him capable
of such a crime?
In the past, I have known him to be
envious, deceitful and ungrateful.
But violent? No.
I understand he fought with you
in the Irish campaign of '98?
He did, and bravely.
Part of the charge on French lines.
It was bloody work.
I imagine such fighting could
corrupt even the most
peace-loving of men.
There is nothing corrupt
about serving your King and country,
you fool.
What about his defence?
Well, there's no motive as yet.
One thing
I can't quite fathom is why Denny
ran off deep into the wood.
Why not just head back on the road?
It's odd.
"He's dead, Denny's dead,
I killed him, it's my fault."
You want to know what he said?
He said, "He's dead, my best
friend's dead, and it's my fault,
"I killed him."
Something like that.
"I killed him!
"My only friend and I killed him,
it's my fault!"
You're sure?
Yes, but I am convinced it
was his guilt speaking,
he felt responsible purely
because of their argument.
Thank you,
I believe we have our man.
Did you find a murder weapon?
No.
Well, then, what proof?
Firstly, a confession.
I'm a simple man, Darcy, I don't go
searching for complications
where there are none.
When confronted with the misdeed,
Wickham confessed.
We have three witnesses to the fact.
His denials in the cold light of day
are entirely to be expected.
Secondly, this.
30 pounds found in the rim
of Wickham's hat,
stuffed in a corner of the carriage.
If this money proves to be Denny's,
we have a motive.
Wickham may be many things,
he's no common thief.
I'm taking him into custody
and charging him with the crime.
There'll be an inquest,
and probably a trial.
Prepare yourself, Darcy.
If he's found guilty,
you know the outcome.
What do you mean they're
taking him away?
Wickham! What's happening?
Where are they taking him?
Wickham! Wickham!
Please let go of him.
Please. Lydia...
Please let go of him.
You said they just wanted to
question him.
Please... Please let go of him.
Let go of him!
Wickham!
Have a seat.
Get off!
Wickham, please. Let go of him!
Wickham, please!
You must come away.
Drive on!
Darcy...
Pemberley has weathered many
a storm in its long history,
and this one too will pass.
Everything we do now has to
send out a signal
that life at Pemberley
carries on as it always has.
This place, this family,
was not sustained or built by people
doing what they want.
It's bigger than you or I.
I didn't intend that you
should see this. He's my sweetheart.
Louisa!
I could...!
Kill me?
We both have reasons to keep quiet,
don't we?
We discussed this, Darcy. We agreed!
I didn't do it, you know.
I believe you.