Middlemarch (1994): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

Dr. Lydgate,
I should like you

to help me
with my plans
for Lowick.

How do you think
I should dispose
of the chaplaincy?

Edward favored
Mr. Tyke,

but I do not
feel bound to follow
his views blindly.

Tyke is a good man
in his way, but...

may I tell you
of another?

- Of course.
- Mr. Farebrother.

The vicar
of St. Botolph's
in Middlemarch.

His living
is a poor one –

he has to support
an elderly mother,



a sister,
and an aunt.

He's a remarkable man.

Should have done
more in his life
and he knows it.

- Why has he not done more?
- The want of money, I believe.

That's led him
into playing cards,

and even billiards
for gain.

He wins a good deal.

He excels at
everything he does,

but it's such a waste
of his abilities.

With a decent income,
he could turn his mind
to better things.

I should like to see
Mr. Farebrother,

- and hear him preach.
- Do.

I trust
to the effect
of that.

And he's much beloved
by those that
know him well.



Ask Caleb Garth.
Ask Will Ladislaw.

- He'll praise Farebrother
to the skies, I promise you.
- Will he?

But I so rarely
see him now.

Thank you
for your opinions,
Dr. Lydgate.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Mawmsey.
- Oh, Dr. Lydgate!

Very fortunate.
If I might just
trouble you for a moment.

The other day,
when you were so good

as to go and visit
Mrs. Mawmsey,

you omitted to prescribe her
strengthening medicine?

You'll forgive my mentioning
this little oversight?

It wasn't an oversight,
Mr. Mawmsey.

She doesn't need any
strengthening medicine.

There's no
medicinal value
in these potions.

- Let her take a glass
of wine with her dinner.
- But Dr. Lydgate!

Mrs. Mawmsey has never been
without her strengthening
medicine.

The reason doctors
prescribe so much medicine,
Mr. Mawmsey,

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

If men like Wrench could
charge for consultations,

they wouldn't need
to overdose the king's lieges.

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

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

Mrs. Mawmsey is not
a well woman.

Mrs. Mawmsey needs
her strengthening
medicine.

These Middlemarchers
are slow to take on
new ideas

and they're slow
to pay their bills.

Marriage, I find,
is much more

of an expense
than I anticipated.

- (chuckles)
- Still, one only
spends the money once.

It's not as if
one buys a dinner service
every week, is it?

Indeed not.
And as to hostility
in the town,

- you'll weather it
if you're prudent.
- Morning, Mr. Farebrother.

How am I to be prudent?
I act as I see fit.

I can't help people's
ignorance and spite.

Of course not.

But to be wholly
independent of their
ignorance and spite,

it's as well
not to incur
too many debts.

It's easier said
than done, but I –

I take your point.

Will you ring the bell
for Parsons, Tertius?

Never mind
Parsons, Rosy.

Let me
undress you.

To her,
it's labor.

To me,
it's delight.

Come here.

Oh, my Venus.

You must be gentle
with me, Tertius,

now I am
with child.

Am I not always
gentle with you?

Yes.

Oh, my
little bird.

(inhales deeply)
My lovely one.

- Tertius?
- Mmm.

I forgot
to tell you,

your cousin
from Quallingham

has accepted
our invitation.

He's coming to stay
next month.

Oh, what a bore.

Everything bores you,
apart from your work.

Far from it.

Far from it.

Brooke:
Progress and reform.
That's the ticket.

Don't forget that.

You have
to give them
a clear line.

Let them know
where you stand

even if it means
losing them.

Wavering arguments won't
win wavering votes.

Ah, yes. Now indeed.
That's all very well,

but I know these
Middlemarch traders.

There are tactics
in these matters,
do you see?

Mawmsey, I'm come to
talk a little politics
with you today.

Reform and progress,
and so forth –

ah, shall we, um...

And to assure myself
that we shall have

your vote
when the time comes.

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

Yes, yes.
Of course.

Will reform support
Mrs. Mawmsey

and our six children
when I'm no more?

Heaven forbid
that it should
come to that pass.

I ask you, sir,
what am I to do

when gentlemen
of another party

come into my shop,
and "Mawmsey,"
they say,

"you may vote
as you like,

but vote against us and we'll
get our groceries elsewhere!"?

Those very words spoken
from that very chair
you're sitting in.

Oh that's narrow!
Very narrow!

I should never
take that line.

As long as my butler
brings me good reports

of your sugars and spices,
you can rest assured

I'd not go elsewhere.

I'm very obliged
to you, Mr. Brooke.

That's very handsome
of you, very handsome,
indeed.

Well, um...
you know, you'd –

find it the right thing
to come to our side.

This reform is going
to touch everybody
by and by.

And as for family,
well we're all
one family.

No man is an island
entire unto himself,

it's all one cupboard.

That goes a bit deep
for me.

This one family?
There's debtor and creditor
still, I hope.

- They're not going
to reform that away?
- (laughs)

I cannot be expected
to support everyone's
family – I hope.

Good God,
you misunderstand me, Mawmsey.

Nobody says you should.

I'm very glad to hear it –
very glad and greatly relieved

and greatly honored
for your continued custom.

Few men have less need
to cry for change,
than I have,

which is why
I salute you

for the promise
you were good enough
to give me

not to withdraw
your esteemed custom,
vote or no vote,

while the articles
sent in were satisfactory.

Captain Lydgate,
you keep
very good time.

- Spurred on by the thought
of seeing you, ma'am.
- (laughs delightfully)

- Where's Tertius?
- Tertius is never at home.

He neglects me
most shamefully.

Does he?

Does he?

What an odd fellow
my cousin is.

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

- Shan't we?
- (giggles)

(bells ringing)

Farebrother: I can't
pretend to your late husband's
scholarly distinctions.

Nor to the apostolic zeal
of some of my brothers.

And I am, perhaps,
a little too inclined

to overlook minor lapses
in others and myself.

It is better
to pardon too much

than to condemn
too much, surely?

I think the best
Christian teaching

is that which speaks
most clearly to people,
as you did just now.

It helps people
to live their lives

as well and as happily
as they can.

It is not always easy –

to find true
happiness on earth.

No, it is not.

Life sometimes
seems very cruel.

But I still believe
that there is much

we can do to help
each other practically.

Mr. Farebrother,
I should like to offer you
the living at Lowick.

I hope very much
that you will accept it.

Thank you.

I shall be delighted
to accept.

(piano playing)

Vincy:
Friends, neighbors,

this is not one
of your stiff formal
functions.

Open house has always
been our way.

But let me
just say a word now,

to welcome home
my son Fred and drink
his health.

I won't deny

we've had our
little differences,

but he's buckled down
to his studies,

and passed
his final examination

at Oxford University.

Perhaps who knows,
one day we might even have
a bishop in the family.

(all laugh)

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

but now,
I'd like to say,

I have in Fred
the best –

best-natured son
a man could wish for.

Here's to you, Fred.
Congratulations, son.

- Woman: Congratulations.
- All: To Fred. Fred!

- Fred –
- Harriet.

You must be very
gratified, sister,
that your son

has felt
a calling to enter
Christ's ministry.

Well, yes.
Walter had
always wanted

a son
in the church.

It does seem strange
to think of him

conducting
christenings
and funerals,

but I daresay
once he's got in
the way of it,

it'll become
second nature.
Don't you think?

(Rosamond giggling)

She isn't pretty,
you know, but she's
most particular.

First, she wouldn't
have him

because of his
gambling and drinking.

And now she won't have him
because he's going to be
a clergyman.

(both laughing)

Poor Fred.
We shouldn't laugh.
That's most cruel.

People are staring,
Captain Lydgate.

I mustn't
monopolize you.

- You must talk
to the other ladies.
- I certainly shan't.

I never saw such a damned ugly
collection of women in my life.

- (whispers) Captain!
- Yourself excepted,
of course.

And your mother.

As for the rest,
if they were hounds,
I'd shoot 'em.

(laughing)

We were all
very pleased to hear about
the Lowick chaplaincy.

Now, how much would that pay?
If I'm not speaking out of turn.

40 pounds a year,
Mr. Vincy.

Couldn't happen
to a better man, 40 pounds...

A man could get
married on that.

(distant laughing)

Rosamond:
Good night, captain.

I do hope you sleep well.
I'll see you in the morning.
Good night.

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

I am polite
to him.

- You hardly ever speak to him.
- My dear Rosy, I feed
and house the fellow.

You mustn't expect me
to talk to him as well.

- The man is an ass.
- Oh!

If he got
his head broken

I might look at it
with interest, not before.

I cannot conceive
why you should speak

of your cousin
so contemptuously.

In my opinion, he is
a thorough gentleman.

The fact is, Rosy,

you would wish me
to be a little more
like him.

(laughs)

Mr. Bulstrode:
Well, there it is, Harriet.

Stone Court.

So, how should you like
to be mistress of it,

and all the Featherstone
land, my dear?

I should like it
very well, Nicholas,

if it gave you pleasure.

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

Man:
Reform is in the air!

A good crowd,
Mr. Brooke.

And very well
disposed, I'd say.

Good!
Good!

Thank you.

The enemy are gathering.
Hawley and the trumpetmen.

All men of good will though,
Standish. All good fellows
in their way.

You think that, Brooke,
if it gives you comfort.

Ladislaw.

What was that point
about the schedules?

Never mind that.
They don't want
details.

What are three
principal heads
we stand for?

Ah, what is it?
No! No! I have it!

Reform of the House
of Commons,

no more rotten boroughs,
and uh...so on, yes.

That'll strike home well,
I fancy. Excellent.

And they know me,
of course, and like me.

And no man has
put more reforms
in hand

this last half year
than I have.

Ask Caleb Garth.
Ask any man.

Well, there are machine
toolmen out there.

Merchants.
Hot-metal men
from Brett's Stamping

who have never heard
of Brooke of Tipton.

I mean, there's
no harm in that.

- Speak to the point.
They'll like you well enough.
- Ready, Mr. Brooke?

I'll take another
glass of sherry.

Ladislaw first
with the introduction,

then your good self,
then I'll wind
the whole thing up.

- All set?
- Right.

All right.

- Brooke of Tipton?
What's he, a manufacturer?
- Not him. Landowner him.

And a bad 'un too.
Fat as a pig while poor folks'
children starve.

Fellow citizens
of Middlemarch!

You know and I know

that a great change is
sweeping this country,

and not before time!

Now, as never before,

we have the chance
to free ourselves

from the crushing yolk
of the past!

Aye, and not
by bloody revolution,

or by civil war,
but peacefully,

by humane reform!
Is that not good news?!

My friends,
we have been patient!

We have endured much!

And God knows
we have deserved
better!

It is towns like
Middlemarch

that create the wealth
of this country!

Is it not time,

is it not long past time,

that we should be
properly represented
in Parliament

by a man
who will speak

from Middlemarch
and for Middlemarch?!

Gentlemen, I am proud
to give you

Mr. Brooke
of Tipton!

(cheering)

- Well done.
Half the battle.
- Not so sure.

Hawley's got something
up his sleeve.

Gentlemen!
Electors of Middlemarch!

Heckler:
Quack! Quack! Quack!

- (laughing)
- (shushing)

I'm uncommonly
glad to be here.

I was never so proud
and happy in my life.

(crowd mumbles)

I mentioned that, you know,
I mention it here,

in the heart
of England –

Heckler: Quack!

- (laughing)
- Man: Will you shut up
and let the man speak?!

- Let's hear the man!
- I...

(crowd murmurs)

I...

Aye!?

I'm your neighbor,
my good friends,

your close neighbor!

You've known me
on the bench a good while!

Quack!

Brooke:
Machine...machinery

and machine breaking,
now, I - I've –

been into that lately,

machine breaking,
and it won't do, you know!

(mocking)
"It won't do, you know!?"

We have a bit
of an avalanche,

I know that.

(mocking)
"A bit of an avalanche!
I do know that!"

Oh!

But things must
go on, you see!

Trade, you know.
We must look all over
the globe

- from China to Peru.
- Woman: Where?

Who said that?
Johnson, I think.

And that's what
I've done up to a point!

Not as far as Peru.

But, I haven't stayed
at home, no, no, no.

I saw
that wouldn't do.

The – the – the Levant,
now –

(crowd mumbles)

Where some of your
Middlemarch goods go,

and the Baltic.
The Baltic, oh yes!

(mocking)
The Baltic! I've been
into that. Oh yes!

(laughing)

Brooke:
Now, now, now!
Come, come, gentlemen!

Seriously, now.
Just put that thing down.

Everything must
go on...

manufacture,
the interchange of staples –

Heckler:
"Manufacture.
Interchange of staples."

Quack! Quack! Quack!

That's all very well
"Quack."

But what we need now
is new ideas!

Blast your ideas!
We want the bill!

Yeah, we want the bill!

And you shall have
your bill, my friends!

I'll give you the bill,
Mr. Brooke!

5,000 pounds and a seat
in Parliament!

What sort of
argument is that?!

No, no, no. Fun is fun,
but this has gone too far!

Let's get inside,
Brooke.

You can't cow
Brooke of Tipton!

- Come with me, Mr. Brooke.
- Perhaps you're right.

(all chanting)
We want change!

This is a little
too bad, you know.
They didn't give me time.

I should have got
the ear of the people,
by and by. However...

it'll all come right
at the nomination.

(bangs on door)

- Good luck to you, then.
- Thank you.

I must confess
to you, Mr. Rigg,

I regard this
as nothing less
than providential.

That you like land
and I like money?

(laughs)
It would be a dull world
if we all wanted the same.

- Aye.
- I don't like the country,
Mr. Bulstrode.

It's seaport now.

the bustling quays.

A little
moneychanger's shop now,

- all fitted out
with locks and safes.
- Aye.

Thank you.

You've got
the property

and I've got
the cash.

We're both rich men
in our way.

- Good day to you.
- Good day.

Drive on!

I didn't like
that man, Nicholas.

And yet he was sent
here for a purpose.

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

In His infinite
wisdom, He allowed

the living of Lowick
to go to Farebrother.

I shall never fathom that.
But this –

this cannot be anything
but a blessing, Harriet.

He has our welfare
constantly in mind.

That is His message,
I believe.

Good day
to you.

(couple
snickering)

Mr. Brooke.

Nicky.
Ah, Ladislaw.

I'd like a word
with you, a word,
you know?

I'm afraid

this may come as
rather a shock to you.

but...well, the fact
of the matter is

I've decided to give up
the candidacy,

leave it to
a younger man.

I'm very sorry.

I know
how disappointed
you must be.

I had anticipated it, sir.

Really?

What a prescient fellow
you are, Ladislaw.

(laughs, coughs)

It's the chest,
in part, you know.

I've felt a trifle uneasy
about the chest, lately.

And Lydgate has warned me
I must pull up.

Poor Casaubon.
That was a warning,
you know?

It is rather coarse work,
this electioneering, aye?

Yes.
Yes it is.

Still, we made
a start, aye?

We've dug a channel
with "The Pioneer."

And a more
ordinary man

than you
might carry it on.

- A more ordinary –
- Do you mean...

that you
wish me to give up
"The Pioneer"?

No, or course not.
Not if you wish
to stay on.

But for myself,
I've determined

to resign
as proprietor.

And the new men
might not take

that high a view of you
that I have.

In short,
I thought

you might choose
to give it up

and find a better field.
Do you see?

For your talents.

I thought myself
of taking

a run into France, but...

London, now!

There's Althorpe.

I could give you
letters of introduction

- to Althorpe.
I've met Althorpe.
- No, I'm obliged to you.

Since you're parting
with "The Pioneer,"

I need not trouble you
as to the steps
I shall take.

I am aware
some of your family
have been urging you

to get rid of me,
but I'm a free man
still I hope.

Well of course you are,
my dear fellow.

I beg you
not to take it
in that light.

I only want
to further your career.

By driving me away,
you mean?!

I may leave
Middlemarch.

I may choose
to remain here
for the present.

And I'm very sorry
if this causes you
any inconvenience!

Oh how lovely
this is.

Do you know Tertius
doesn't like me
to ride?

The man's a fool...
man's a fool!

I never saw a lady
with a finer seat.

(laughs)
Shameless flatterer.

Not I, haven't
the wit for it.

- (both laugh)
- Let's canter up
that rise.

Looking excellent
from here, ma'am.

(Celia laughs)

Please don't be angry
with me, Tertius.

You've come back
safely, as you say.

But you mustn't go again!

Even if it were the quietest,
most familiar horse
in the world,

there would
always be the chance
of an accident!

There is just as much
chance of an accident
indoors.

You know that's nonsense.
I'll tell the captain he ought
to have known better.

Please, will you
fasten up my plaits, dear?

I love the touch
of your hands.

I beg you will not
speak to the captain.

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

Promise you will
leave the subject
to me?

Very well.

But, you are to be
quite firm with him.

Brooke:
Plenty of air now,

and not too much thought.
Books are very well,

but in moderation,
you know?

Well, I must say you all
look uncommonly agreeable.

You almost make me
change my mind,

- and stay.
- Then stay, dear sir.

No need to run away
to France

because they throw
a few rotten eggs
at you.

You'll be quite safe
at home, Brooke,

with your friends
around you.

I don't run away,
Mrs. Cadwallader,

but, a change
of air – it's quite
a different thing.

Celia, my dear.

- James, well, well.
- Sir.

Uncle, you haven't said
goodbye to Arthur.

Ah, goodbye
my dear fellow.

I'm off to Paris.

That's in France.

Oh, see how he wrinkles
his little nose up?

You don't
like France,
do you, Arthur?

"No," he said.
"for they eat frogs
and snails there.

- horrible."
- Allow me
to assist you, sir.

My dear fellow,
thank you.

(baby cooing)

Goodbye.

All:
Bye, goodbye!

She should get
married again.

And the sooner
the better.

Baby and I think
Dodo should stay
a widow.

It's very nice
for her.

And she should
shut up that horrid,
dark old house,

and live
with us here always.
James wouldn't mind.

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

Will she not?
Let me see what
I can do.

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

You see, I'm blunt
with you

because nobody else
will be.

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

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

Oh, I daresay,
you're bored here

with our good
dowager...

and baby, of course,
with his wonderful
expressions.

But think what a bore
you'll become yourself

sitting alone
in that dark library,

playing
the tragedy queen

and taking everything
sublimely.

You must not
concern yourself
on my account.

I'm quite determined
to live alone at Lowick.

I have some ideas
in my mind about how
I shall live there.

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

I still think the world
is mistaken about
a great many things.

It's too late to try
and cure me of it now.

- (sighs)
- But I promise you
faithfully

that if I find
myself running
into madness,

I shall send for you
immediately.

Well, I very much
trust that you will.

I could not
bear to leave
the neighborhood

without seeing you
to say goodbye.

I should have
thought it

very unkind
if you had not
wished to see me.

Are you going
away soon?

Quite soon, I think.

My contract
with "The Pioneer"

has three,
four weeks to run.

I intend to go
to London and study
for the bar.

Everyone says
that's the best route
into public affairs.

There's a great deal
of work that needs
to be done politically,

and I intend
to try and do
some of it.

I'm sure
you will do well.

You have so many talents.

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

Then you approve
of my going away
for years,

and never coming back
again until I've made my
mark in the world?

I suppose
it must be right

for you to do
as you say.

I shall be
very happy

when I hear
that you've made
your value felt.

You'll forget
all about me.

I should never
forget you.

I've never forgotten
anyone I used to know.

Great God!

I was wondering,
if you would like

to have that
miniature upstairs
as a keepsake?

The one of
your grandmother.

It's so like you.

Why should I have that
when I have nothing else?

It would be more
consoling to me...

if you wanted
to keep it.

I used to
despise women

for not shaping
their lives more.

I was so fond
of doing as I liked.

Two years ago, I had
no notion of the way
that trouble comes

and ties our hands
and makes us silent

when we long
to speak.

(knocks on door)

Pratt:
Sir James Chettam's
here, ma'am.

Mrs. Casaubon.

Goodbye, Mrs. Casaubon.

I'm surprised he should
show his face in this house.

You should not be angry
with Mr. Ladislaw.

He has acted very properly
and very honorably

and he has known
so much injustice!

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

but it seems
impossible.

Well,
it's good land.

But it's been
sadly managed.

All to be done,
you know.

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

All ought to be done
for the glory
of the Lord.

Let us set about it
with a will.

Man:
Good day
to you, sirs.

Well bless
my heart.

He looks like
one of those men

one sees waiting about
after the races.

By Jove, Nick, it is you.
Unmistakable.

Nick Bulstrode,
to the life.

Though five
and twenty years
have played

old bogey
with us both.

Nick Bulstrode,
you old rascal.
How are you?

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

Come.
Come shake me
by the hand.

(laughs)

- And a very good day
to you, sir.
- And you, sir.

What brings
you here?

You ask me
that, Nick.

It's you. I've been
searching and asking

all over for you
and now I've found you.

Old friends.
Old partners.

Dear old cronies,
Nick and I.

I'd best be leaving now,
Mr. Bulstrode.

We can talk about
the farm another time.

- Yes.
- Good evening to you.

And good evening
to you, sir.

He seems
a nice fellow, Nick.

Thank you, my dear.

No, leave the bottle
on the table.

Thank you,
Mrs. Abel.

You will excuse us
not sitting down
with you, Raffles.

Harriet, I know you
have much to do.

Don't let us
detain you.

Mr. Raffles has come
about a matter
of business.

Well, if you say so.
If you insist.

I'll say
good night then,
Mr. Raffles.

Good night,
Mrs. Bulstrode.

I look forward
to many a cozy chat.

Good night.

I could tell you a tale
or two about ol' Nick's
London days.

Good night.

Tastier looking woman
than the first Mrs. B,
I'll say that, Nick.

Very nice indeed.

I bet she didn't
bring a fortune
like the old one did.

Lots of money
in stolen goods.

A fine game is
the fencing game.

And you
and the old lady

ran the best
fencing shop
in London, eh?

Regular thieves' kitchen.

And – off to church
on Sundays

as if butter
wouldn't melt.
(laughing)

What do you want?

Just to see you,
Nick, old boy,

talk about
the good ol' times

and share a little
in your good fortune.

Why did you
return from America?

You were paid
an adequate sum
to remain there!

It didn't suit me
to remain there, Nick.

And I'm not
going back again.

You'll do well to reflect,
it's possible for a man

to overreach himself
in his efforts

to secure
undue advantage.

You'd know
all about that.

I've often thought
I'd have been better off

by telling
the first Mrs. B.

that I had found
her runaway daughter.

I got very little from you
for keeping it quiet,

and seeing you
take her fortune.

I have a tender
conscience about
that pretty daughter.

She died penniless.

I suppose
you know that?

Listen to me.

Although I am not
in any way

bound to you,

I am willing to supply you
with a quarterly income,

so long as you stay away
from this neighborhood.

If you insist
on remaining here,
you will get nothing!

I shall decline
to know you.

You remind me of that
droll old dog of a thief

who declined to know
the constable.

"I shall decline
to know you."

Your allusions
are lost on me, sir!

The law has
no hold on me.

Either through
your agency or any other.

Can't you take
a joke these days?

I only meant...

that I should
never decline
to know you.

I don't like
your quarterly payments.

and your "Keep
your distance,"
Nick ol' boy.

I'm not a leper.

And I like
my freedom.

What do you
want then?

(groans)

All this country air
makes a man

uncommonly sleepy,
don't it, Nick?

Show me to my bed
and...

I'll tell you my terms
in the morning.

Oh.

Nicholas,
are you ill?

Is anything
the matter?

Nothing, Harriet.
Go back to sleep.

I shall not be long.

You've got thousands
and thousands, Nick.

All of it illgotten gains,
and none of it yours by right.

Thousands and thousands
and all I want
is hundreds.

200, how's that
for a bargain?

Give me 200
and I'll go away.

I'll pick up my portmanteau
at the turnpike,

and then,
off like a bullet.

Forever?

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

Have you got
the money here?

(distant laughter)

If you'll forgive me
for saying so,
it's damn nonsense.

Lady Snelson was
riding to hounds

ten days before
her confinement.

- (gunshot)
- (screams)

- (Rosamond screaming)
- Head for the trees, ma'am!

(whinnies)

Steady.
Steady, damn you.

Damn fools
with their guns.

Ma'am, I think
you need to dismount.

(panting)
I'm not hurt.
I – I –

I'm well, I think.
Can I sit?

I'm here.

- (moans)
- I'm here, Rosy.

- Tertius?
- I'm here.

The baby.

The baby.

Tertius?!

(sobbing)
Oh...oh...

Tertius!

Oh, don't be angry
with me.

Tertius, are you?

Are you angry
with me?

Oh please.

Farebrother:
Good day, sir.

good afternoon,
Mr. Farebrother.

Hello, Fred.
Welcome to Lowick.

Have you come
to see my new home?

I've come to ask
a favor of you.

I'm ashamed to ask,
but there's no one else
I can consult.

I'm glad to be
of service.

Forgive me while I try
and get some order
out of this chaos.

Henry, will you hurry
with this rug?

Man:
See you tomorrow then, Tom.

Fred:
It does seem uncommonly
hard on my father

and I feel like
an ungrateful dog,
but I –

I can't bear
the thought of going
into the church.

I just don't like
divinity and preaching

and feeling obliged to look
serious all the time.

Like me, you mean?

I used to wish
I'd been anything
rather than a clergyman.

But I'm not
cut out for it.

I like riding across country
and doing what other men do.

And there's
another hindrance.

There's someone I'm very
fond of. I've loved her
since we were children.

Miss Garth, I suppose?

Yes.

I shouldn't mind anything
if she would have me.

Do you think she returns
your feelings?

She will never say so,
but I do think she cares
about me.

What I wanted to ask you...

Would you talk to her –
about me?

You see, she has
set her mind against
my being a clergyman.

And I don't know
what to do unless
I can get at her feeling.

I would like
to learn farming, but...

that takes capital
and father can't spare
any more.

And he says there's
no more room for me
in his trade.

But if only she'd give
me some encouragement

I'd find some other
occupation that would
make me worthy of her.

Why are you asking me, Fred?
Surely you should talk
to her yourself.

She made me promise
not to speak about it again.

But she might listen
to what you have to say.

She thinks
so highly of you.

You're very confident
that I shall plead
your case for you.

You must feel it
to be a very deserving one.

It isn't that,
Mr. Farebrother, it's...

it's just that I don't know
how I could live without
the hope of her.

It would be like
learning to live
with wooden legs.

Please,
speak to her for me.

- Thank you very much indeed.
Good day to you.
- Good day.

- Dr. Lydgate,
this is a pleasure.
- Mr. Spooner.

- Have you come
to see me, sir?
- Yes I have.

How can I be of service?

By extending
your patience
and understanding

a little longer
regarding the...

the settlement
of my account
with you.

Of course,
Dr. Lydgate.

Perhaps you'd care
to step into my office

and we can discuss
what kind of arrangement

we might be able
to come to.

- Yes, yes of course.
- This way, sir.

These are difficult
times, Dr. Lydgate.

I know what good work
you do in Middlemarch.

I wish there were
more who shared
your high opinion.

Middlemarch men
are slow to change.

You have to be patient.

I know you've had
considerable expenses.

Yes, purchasing
the practice and
the house of course.

The two outstanding
debts at present
are to yourself

for the silver plate,
the cutlery and the jewelry,

and to Harker
for the furniture.

I must tell you plainly,
Mr. Spooner,

I have not the wherewithal
at present to pay
either of you.

I appreciate
your frankness,
Dr. Lydgate.

And Mr. Harker is asking
for immediate payment?

Yes, yes he is.

I understand he has
creditors of his own.

You are not inclined to seek
help from Mr. Bulstrode
to pay your bills?

No, no, I...

in view of –

Public business, quite.
Above suspicion, very right
and proper.

Well, you have
the bill of sale
for the furniture?

Yes...

I'll take this over,
Dr. Lydgate.

Along with what
you already owe
this establishment,

that would make
527 pounds altogether

at 5%.
Is that agreeable?

I appreciate
your understanding.

Young professional man,
establishing himself,

and the security is good.

My valuer, Mr. Manley,
will need to visit the house
to take an inventory.

An inventory?
I shouldn't have thought
that would be necessary.

Can't you go by
the original bill of sale?

I've found from long experience,
Dr. Lydgate,

it's better to do these things
in the proper way.

It avoids
misunderstandings.

You'll find my men
will be very tactful.

Mrs. Lydgate will hardly know
they're there, sir.

I cannot say for certain
I'll ever be his wife.

Certainly I will never
be his wife if he becomes
a clergyman.

How could I love a man
who takes up a profession
he doesn't care about?

Only because it's considered
a gentleman's calling.

He would be ridiculous.

You think I'm
too hard on him?

He did ask me
to report exactly
what you think.

But tell me,

if he braved
all the difficulties

of getting his bread
in some other way,

would you then give him
the support of hope?

Might he then count
on winning you?

I don't think he should
put such questions

until he has done
something worthy

instead of talking
about it

and boasting
what he could do
if he tried.

Pardon me, Mary.

I think you might say more.

Can he count on you
remaining single

until he has earned
your hand or not?

To put it
another way –

is it possible...

you might consider
bestowing your affections...

on...

another man?

When a woman's feelings

touch the happiness
of more lives than one...

it is kinder...

kinder to all...

to be perfectly...

direct and open.

Since you think
it's my duty, Mr. Farebrother...

I must tell you...

I do have so strong
a feeling for Fred...

that I could never give him up
for anyone else.

I could never be happy...

if I thought he was unhappy
for the loss of me.

And more than anything...

I long for him to do something
that will make him worthy
of everyone's respect.

Thank you, Mary.

Now I've fulfilled
my commission.

With this prospect
before him,

we shall get Fred
into the right niche
somehow.

(laughs)

I hope I shall live
long enough

to join your hands
in marriage.

Oh, please stay.

Let me give you some tea.

No, my dear.

I must be getting back.