Sanditon (2019): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript

♪ ♪

COLBOURNE:
Girls, you have met
Miss Heywood.

She is to be
your new governess.

♪ ♪

LENNOX:
Colbourne, did you say?

Yes. Do you know him?
Only by reputation.

Would you still do me the honor?

With the greatest of pleasure,
sir.

CHARLES:
Are you not inclined to make
your own opinion,

Miss Lambe?
I already have.

CHARLOTTE:
Forgive me, sir, but
Miss Colbourne lacks a mother



and also a father.

Clara?
I'm with child.

(exhales)
It is Edward's!

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CAPTAIN:
Present!

Fire!

(firing)

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(guns fire in distance,
horse whinnies)



CAPTAIN:
Advance five paces!

Present...

Fire!
(guns fire in distance)

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Present!

Fire!
(guns fire)

Morning!

I lay awake all night.

Since dancing with
Captain Carter,

I cannot eat or sleep
for thinking of him.

Then he must be
a remarkable dancer,

since you exchanged
all of five words.

Perhaps he will call
on me today!

What should I wear?

Why does it matter?

If he doesn't love you
for who you are,

he's hardly worthy.

So, who are you dreaming of?

Your strange new employer?

Why should I dream of him?

Or, perhaps,
a certain colonel?

Alison!

♪ ♪

Not Sidney.

Still?

(birds twittering)

Your aim was woeful.

I fear for the state
of your eyes.

It is not my eyes that are
afflicted, Fraser.

You speak of
nothing else, man.

I shall be calling on
her today.

You agreed you would help.

With what?

I'm a tongue-tied buffoon
in her presence.

Tell me what to say.

I cannot put words
in your mouth.

Just speak of
what you know.

Be honest.

Then you cannot fail.

(seagulls cawing)

(doorbell ringing)

(thunder rumbling)

(gasps)

No!

Absolutely not!

I refuse to allow it!

Do you hear that, God?

Tom Parker has spoken!

(both laughing)

(laughter continues)

It is my very favorite day
of the summer,

if not the year--
as long as it doesn't rain.

It won't, my dear,
I'm sure of it.

You have these doubts every
year,

and it has never yet rained
for the Midsummer Fair.

ARTHUR:
Tomorrow will see
our greatest fair yet:

a Parker Brothers triumph!

JENNY:
There will be be pony rides!

ALICIA:
And a flower crown
competition!

And a pièce de résistance.

(Arthur and Tom laughing,
Arthur applauding)
Wow, hm.

What's an elephantus?

It's a creature
bigger than a house.

Look, Charlotte.

What are you studying

so intently, my dear?

I am to teach the girls French

but rather overstated
my ability.

ALISON:
Perhaps you should give up

your position with
the Colbourne family.

In truth, they could hardly be
called a family.

This is a family.

They seem almost strangers
to each other.

But I'm not about to give up
on something I've barely begun.

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Au revoir, tout le monde.

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TOM:
Thank you, Arthur,
thank you...

(door closes)

I had so hoped Charlotte would
be a friend and confidante

to Georgiana this summer.

I fear she's in need of her
influence now more than ever.

Have no fear.

I shall look out
for Georgiana.

(chuckles)

BEATRICE:
Do you suppose this creature is
to be ridden or merely admired?

Oh, the latter, surely.

I cannot imagine there exists
a saddle big enough.

And how could one possibly
adopt a comfortable position

astride such a beast?

BEATRICE:
Miss Lambe, good morning.
HANKINS: Good morning.

BEATRICE:
We were just discussing

elephants.

I suppose such creatures are
quite commonplace in Antigua.

Quite so.

I kept five as pets.

My word!
(chuckles)

Are there any letters for me?

I'm expecting one from my
father's lawyer.

This arrived early
this morning.

Pushed under the door.

HANKINS:
Uh...

Beware Greeks bearing gifts.

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Perhaps she mistook
my meaning.

(seagulls cawing)

LENNOX:
Miss Heywood!

CHARLOTTE:
Colonel Lennox!

What luck to chance upon
you here.

May I walk with you
a moment?

By all means.

I take it you're
on your way to work.

Yes.

So, what shards of wisdom

shall you be imparting
to your charges today?

French.

Ah, then I'm afraid
I cannot be of assistance.

I was a woeful schoolboy
in my day.

Unless, of course,
you wish to teach your students

a dozen different ways
to say "surrender."

(chuckles):
Alas, I fear there is little
chance of them surrendering

to me any time soon,

despite your advice
on strategy.

There's no shame in beating
a retreat, Miss Heywood,

if the position
is not for you.

Do you doubt my ability?

Oh, not for a moment.

You deserve a position
in which you are afforded

the respect you are due.

It speaks ill of your employer
that you're not.

In truth, I hardly see
my employer.

He keeps his own counsel.

But from what I have seen,

I'm determined to keep
my distance.

Sounds wise, Miss Heywood.

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ESTHER:
Does it not strike you
as coincidence

that she should arrive
just days after Edward?

Oh, it smells
to high heaven!

But if Edward and Clara
have been conspiring together,

then where has she been
for the past nine months?

Traveling with his company

while they concocted
this scheme?

Esther, what's the matter?

Perhaps we should call
the doctor.
(inhales sharply)

Your ears must be burning.

(exhales)

You are so kind, Aunt,

to show me such mercy.

Don't get too comfortable.

You're not staying.

I understand why you'd be
suspicious.

Were I in your place,
I would feel the same way.

Why are you here, Clara?

Seeking shelter.

That is all.

You have other family.

None worthy of the name.

My uncle disowned me
when he heard

I was unwed and with child.

ESTHER:
And you claim Edward

is the father?
You know he is.

You were there the night...

The night he took
advantage of me.

Even while you lay gravely ill,
Aunt.

Every day, I regret

succumbing to his charm.

(exhales):
Although Esther knows how
persuasive he can be.

Then why not pursue him
for shelter?

You think I have not?

I have written constantly.

Begging him for support.

But they all went unanswered.

Well, then, I shall summon
him here this morning.

Let us see what he has to say
for himself.

Edward is here?

In Sanditon?

(knock at door)

How dare you?

It is not even
a good likeness!

Forgive me.
I drew it from memory.

It was an act

of gross presumption
to do so without my permission.

Do I need permission
to admire you, Miss Lambe?

And if you're so
grievously offended,

then why are you here?

What do you want from me?

(chuckling):
Isn't that obvious?

I wish to know you better.

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That is how I see you.

Doubtless it differs from
how you see yourself.

But maybe you could tell me
how you'd like to be seen.

(breathing heavily)

(breathlessly):
Miss Lambe!

There you are!

(breathing heavily)

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Good morning, Miss Markham.

Where's Leo?

Disparu.

What do you mean, "disappeared"?

Nous avons pas l'envie
d'étudier aujourd'hui.

Nevertheless, your uncle
has employed me to teach you.

Mon oncle vous a employée pour
nous tenir hors de son chemin.

Il me voit comme un fardeau
insupportable.

"Fardeau"?

It means burden.

(scoffs):
You're supposed to be
teaching me.

Have you any idea
where she might be?

(sighs)

The careless governess
has lost the child.

Leo?

The careless governess
will be punished.

Leo?

Leo?

MRS. WHEATLEY:
She'll be out in the grounds,

Miss Heywood.

Well, it shouldn't take long
to find her, then.

It's only a thousand acres.
(chuckles)

♪ ♪

Leonora!

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Leo?

Leo!
(horse neighing)

COLBOURNE:
Easy.

Whoa!

(horse neighing)

(neighs loudly)
Hey!

Hey, hey...

(snorting)

(neighing loudly)

Careful.

Keep your distance.

(neighing loudly)

(grunts)

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(neighing loudly)

CHARLOTTE:
What's his name?

Hannibal.

He took fright earlier
at the sound of gunfire.

I cannot seem to calm him.
(Hannibal neighs loudly)

(snorting softly)

Miss Heywood...

Miss Heywood!

(Hannibal snorting)

(shushing)

Shh...

(softly):
Shh, Hannibal.

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(shushing)

(clips)

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(shushing)

Come on.

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(knocks)

(door opens)

(Tom muttering angrily)

We've lost the elephant!

(shouts)

What if we raised our offer?

Brinshore have outbid us
by 30 pounds, Arthur!

We do not have
that kind of money.

Least of all when every
penny must be accounted for

and subjected to the scrutiny
of both Lady Denham

and our sister-in-law.

Perhaps we could find
another animal.

With less than a day to go
until the fair?

I shall be a laughingstock.
No, you will not!

And, and as your right-hand man,
I, I shan't allow it!

Oh, they say there is a cow
in Mudeford

that can moo
"God Save the King."

I shall make
urgent inquiries!

(birds twittering)

Miss Heywood!

Thank you.

That was bravely done.

I was raised around horses.

Perhaps you can use
those same skills

in taming my wayward niece
and daughter.

The skills required
are not so different.

Half the battle
is winning their trust.

Indeed.

Where are they now, anyway?

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So what are your passions,
Miss Heywood?

Besides poetry, of course.

Cowper and, uh,
the, the other greats.

(chuckles):
I like to dance and sing.

We keep a pianoforte at home.

I have always longed
to travel.

France, Italy-- India.

(seagulls cawing)

Have you traveled,
Captain?

Well, uh...
(chuckles)

But, of course, the war.

You must have shown
great courage.

I would not claim that.
(chuckles)

You are too modest.

Unless perhaps you cannot
bear to speak of it.

♪ ♪

There was one battle
in particular.

We'd built a bridge
to cross the Bidassoa.

But it wasn't
strong enough.

I had to swim
my comrades to safety.

I tried to save
as many as I could.

It must have been terrifying.

MARY:
Some more gentlemen
have written

requesting an audience,
Georgiana.

I'm sure you'd prefer me
to decline, but...

If you wouldn't mind.

Unless you would rather I
dispatch them in my own fashion?

Mr. Lockhart

has also thrown his hat
into the ring,

if his drawing is any measure.

Mr. Lockhart
has drawn you?

When did you sit
for him?

He drew me from memory.

We cannot consider him a
potential suitor, Miss Hankins.

An artist cannot offer
the security and position

Georgiana needs.

And we all witnessed his
behavior at the mess dinner.

Speaking of the mess dinner,

I am not one to gossip,
but my housemaid tells me

that no one has yet been paid
for it.

Mrs. Wilkinson says the Army
are running up vast amounts

of credit.

The shopkeepers are up in arms.

(seagulls cawing)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

Aunt, Esther.

I cannot tell you
how heartened I was

that you wished to see me
again.

ESTHER:
Be under no illusions.

You have not been summoned

because we wish to enjoy
your company.
(door closes)

You are here to provide
an unconvincing explanation

for whatever this
woeful trick is

that you and Clara
are attempting.

Clara?

Edward.

LADY DENHAM:
Clara tells us that
she has written to you

repeatedly, asking you
to accept your responsibilities

as the child's father.

Father?

But her entreaties have been
ignored.

How do you plead?

You cannot think I'm responsible
for Miss Brereton's condition.

 
It is nine months

exactly since the night
we burned the will.

EDWARD:
And who knows how many men

you've been acquainted
with since?
(exhales)

Edward!

Why have you not answered
my letters?

Because I never received any!

My dear aunt,

you must see this
for what it is:

merely an attempt to
extort money from our family.

Miss Brereton has,
has compromised herself,

and now she's looking to me
as scapegoat.

For a moment,
you'd almost convinced me

that you'd become
a man of honor.

But now it seems that,
for once,

Clara is telling the truth.

Aunt...
Oh, get out of my sight!

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(sighs)

And as for you,
Clara,

Dr. Fuchs is expected shortly.
(door opens)

And we cannot risk anyone,
not even him,

learning of
our family shame.

Go and hide yourself in the
garden until I send for you.

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(door closes in distance)

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(door closes in distance)

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(birds twittering)

CLARA:
Are you not a little old

to be playing at soldiers?

Whatever scheme
you're plotting,

it will not succeed.

I have no scheme, Edward,

besides seeing that our child
is taken care of.

"Our" child?

You will tell my aunt that
the child is not mine.

I've gone to great lengths to
convince her I'm a changed man.

I spent five months sleeping in
a stinking tent, for God's sake!

I will not let you destroy
my reputation.

I'm not here to destroy you.

I had no expectation
of finding you here.

It is a complication
I could well do without.

What do you want from me?

Dear Edward,

I have already taken everything
I need from you.

What else do you have to give?

Nothing.

You're disinherited.

Is that not curious?

Your unborn child will likely
be a good deal richer than you.

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Excuse me.

LENNOX:
Mr. Parker.

Are you quite all right?

Actually, no.

I have lost an elephant.

So now I will look like

a man who cannot deliver
on his promises.

An unfortunate situation,
indeed, sir.

But from what I've seen,

there'll be plenty else on
offer.

Nothing to rival an elephant.

The posters are, are on display
all over the county.

And, to make things worse,
it looks like it may rain.

Mr. Parker,

I cannot provide an elephant,
but I do have

a rather unusual item which
could offer some excitement.

I...
(Arthur panting)

ARTHUR (breathlessly):
Splendid news, Tom!

The day is saved!

Don't ask me how I managed it,
but I have secured for us

Danvers the Giant Horse

for our fair tomorrow.

20 hands high!

Not quite an elephant,
I suppose,

but surely the next best thing.
(chuckling)

Thank you, Arthur.

That is much appreciated,
but, uh...

Colonel Lennox has already
come to the rescue.

Ah.

Is that not right,
Colonel?

Indeed.

Oh.
(chuckles)

(gasps)

LADY DENHAM:
She's been wincing in agony

all morning.

And, against my advice,

insisted that we call for you.

I believe you have a severe
inflammation of the intestines,

Lady Babington.

Oh, poppycock!

It's those preposterous herbs!

Herbs, meine Dame?

They came from some
spurious crone in Melmead.

She drinks them in tea.

May I see?

(sniffs, gasps)

Ja.

This is certainly

the cause of the discomfort.

I suggest you stop at once--
this will only

make things worse.
ESTHER:
I cannot stop.

They're the only hope I have.
Nein.

Nein!

Not the only hope.

Perhaps I can prepare
a tincture, hm?

It is no guarantee,

but it has the advantage
over your herbs

that it will not kill you.

Hm. So you say.

I'll try it.

I'll try anything.

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(chuckling):
I am certain Mr. Lockhart
meant no offense by it.

You don't know
what it's like, Arthur.

To spend your whole life
being gazed at.

As a child, I was seen
as a curiosity.

Never allowed to forget

I was neither one thing
nor the other.

Then I came to England,
my father's country,

only to see my difference
reflected in the eyes

of every person
I have since met.

So, it's simply the stare
I am used to, rendered palpable.

Oh, my dear Miss Lambe.

I cannot speak to
your experience.

I have spent my entire life
being... overlooked.

Even by those closest to me.

But yet, when I saw his
drawing of me, I...

I felt, well...

I felt seen for who I am, or...

Perhaps for who I'd like to be.

He asked me how I would
like to be seen.

I didn't know how to answer.

In my experience,
people see the world

through a particular set
of views and...

...prejudices.

But not Mr. Lockhart.

He sees things
with a rare clarity.

Perhaps this is what it means
to be an artist.

Mary thinks he is not
to be trusted.

Well...

Maybe Mary doesn't know
you or Mr. Lockhart

like I do.
(chuckles)

(chuckles)

(birds twittering)

Honestly,
Mr. Colbourne,

I can look for Leonora
myself.

I don't wish to
put you in any trouble.

It's a little late
for that.
(thunder rumbling)

Besides,
I grew up on this land.

I know all the best
hiding places.

You've no hope
of finding her on your own.

(horse whinnies)

FRASER:
Miss Heywood!

ALISON:
Captain Fraser.

It seems there is
no escaping you.

What brings you
to this spot?

I'm gathering flowers
to make a crown for the fair.

Ah, what a coincidence.

You do not strike me as a man

who would be interested
in flowers.

And what kind of man do I
strike you as, Miss Heywood?

Typical soldier.

Spartan. Coarse. Unrefined.

And who would not seem

unrefined beside you,
Miss Heywood?

I am glad you know your place,
Captain.

Forever your humble servant,
Miss Heywood.

(thunder claps)

(rain pelting)

(gasps)
This way, Miss Heywood.

(chuckles)

I suggest you go back
to the house, Miss Heywood.

There's no need
to stay out here.

It's only a little rain!

It'd be a pity for you
to be struck by lightning.

Governesses, as we know,
are not easy to come by.

Mr. Colbourne?

Might I make an observation?

You've already made
the observation.

You might as well share it.

It strikes me as curious
that a man might take such care

of his horse while taking pains
to avoid his children.

Augusta's not my child.

She's all too aware of that.

She thinks you consider her
presence here

an intolerable burden.

Those were her exact words?

Well, she spoke them in French,
but yes.

There is no man alive I admire

as much as my father.

And yet the girls hardly
know you.

Perhaps in time, you'll come
to realize that's for the best.

Leonora.

You are discovered.

I shall leave her
in your hands.

Try not to lose her again.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

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(laughs):
We're soaking wet.

How observant you are,
Miss Heywood.

It is a rare gift.

If only wars were won on
wit alone, Captain Fraser.

(chuckles)

May I ask who you are
gathering flowers for?

If you must know,

they are for
Colonel Lennox.

And I'm sure he will be
quite swept off his feet.
(chuckles)

Tell my brave Captain Carter
I will write to him.

Aye.

He will be glad to hear it.

(birds chirping)

CHARLOTTE (softly):
And there's still no word on

what Sidney was
doing in Antigua?

Tom and I have
both made inquiries.

But no one can
shed any light,

except that it
concerned my interests.

I cannot understand it.

The plantation was sold
on my father's death,

and I own nothing
besides my inheritance.

And your family?

My father was all
the family I had.

What of your mother,
Georgiana?

She died giving me life.

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All I know is from
my father's account.

She was a woman
of beauty and grace,

and he loved her.

It is all I have of her.

(Alison groans)

I do not know what to put.

Nothing I write expresses
the depths of my feelings.

MARY:
Look what just arrived.

They must
be from him.

Actually,
they're for Charlotte.

They're from Colonel Lennox.

He requests my company
at the fair tomorrow.

ALISON:
Well, your attempts to deter him

have clearly been
a resounding failure.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(men shouting and cheering)

(shouting and cheering)

(Carter yelps)

(men shouting and clapping)

(fighters grunting)

(Carter grunts,
men applaud)

(jeering)

(cheering and applauding)

What's the matter, man?

Couldn't sleep again?

(panting):
Alison Heywood has sent
a letter of soaring eloquence.

And worse still,
she's enclosed a poem.

And?

She will expect
me to reciprocate.

The only poet
I know is Handel.

Handel's a composer.
(groans)

I cannot have her
thinking me a fool, Fraser.

All I want to do
is prove myself worthy of her.

(panting)

Here.

These are my favorites--
I carried them with me

throughout my time
on the battlefield.

How did this assist
you on the battlefield?

It is not like you to lend
credence to idle gossip, Mary.

I'm only telling
you what she said.

She was very emphatic.

There is no smoke without at
least an ember of truth, Tom.

If the Army have run up debts,
it'll be an oversight.

Their company's presence
can only enrich Sanditon.

Also, a permanent barracks
will mean a yearly government

annuity of five-and-a-half
thousand pounds.

(doorbell ringing)
(exhales)

What are a few unpaid
bills beside that?

ARTHUR:
Don't you think we should put

the barracks on hold
until we've got a clearer

sense of who we
are dealing with?
Nonsense, Arthur.

Really, I've no idea why you've
taken so against the colonel.

(door opens)
He's one of the noblest
men I've ever met.

Forgive me, brother,
I am sure you're right.

(birds chirping)

What do we call these ones?

Ooh, let me see.

Those are...
AUGUSTA:
Agrostemma githago.

Corn cockle.

It's a common weed.

What about this?

Aquilegia vulgaris.

Columbine.

As you see, Miss Heywood,

there is little
you can teach me.

Where did you
learn that?

My mother.

What was she like?

Pretty.

Kind.

Sad.

Why sad?

She had a twin.

Leonora's mother.

But after Aunt Lucy died...

It was as if my mother
lost half of herself.

Especially given
the circumstances.

What happened?

Nobody ever seems
to speak of her.

That is because my uncle
cannot bear to hear her name.

LEONORA:
Father!

Look, it's Father!

Mr. Colbourne.

I won't disturb you.

How is Hannibal, sir?
Recovering.

Thank you.

He sends his regards.

Be sure to send
him mine in return.

LEONORA:
We are having a picnic,
Father.

And learning
about wildflowers.

Say you will join us.

Please?

AUGUSTA:
There is no need, Uncle.

I am certain that
you would rather

do almost
anything else.

I could spare a few moments.

(chuckles softly)

(exhales)

(sniffs)

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LADY DENHAM:
Esther, it's time to leave.

I think it better
I remain behind.

Oh, I understand
your reluctance.

A fair by its nature is a

distraction for
the lower orders.

Against my better judgment,

I've given all my servants
the afternoon off.

It's not that, Aunt.

I hardly think it wise
to leave Clara on her own.

LADY DENHAM:
Oh, as you wish.

(breathing heavily)

Dear Esther, are you
concerned for my condition?

Not in the least.

I am concerned for
my aunt's silver.

♪ ♪

So, what has Miss Heywood been

teaching you this
morning, Augusta?

Not a great deal.

As you arrived, she was
asking about Aunt Lucy.

Miss Markham was
saying her mother

and your late wife were close.

Yes, inseparable.

AUGUSTA:
Aunt Lucy often used
to stay with us.

Somehow, she always
felt happier in London...

You were just a child,
Augusta.

Your memories cannot be relied
upon.

Perhaps she felt
as I do.

Trapped.
We have discussed this.

You will be introduced to
society when you are ready.

AUGUSTA:
When will that be, Uncle?

Since you seem so
determined to avoid

the company of
those around you?

When I'm 30?

CHARLOTTE:
Miss Markham,

I'm sure your uncle

only has your best
interests at heart.

Look, Father.

 
I found knapweed and...

Cornflowers.

Centaurea.
Centaurea?

That is a peculiar name.

They're named after
Chiron the centaur.

In the myth, he
used them to heal

his wounds from
the poisoned arrows.

LEONORA:
Do you really think

that would work?
COLBOURNE:
I don't know.

Should we find some poisoned
arrows and put it to the test?

I would sooner not.
(Colbourne laughs)

Cornflowers are
my favorite.

Then you should have them,
Miss Heywood.

Thank you, sir.

♪ ♪

(Clara exhales)

(panting)

I confess I cannot
understand

why you see me
as a threat, Esther.

You have a wealthy
husband who loves you.

(breathing heavily)

You have a vast estate.

And you have everything
a woman could want.

Whereas I am...
(panting)

...penniless,
friendless,

and carrying the child
of a man who despises me.

Oh, stop, you'll
bring me to tears.

It is the truth.

You don't know the
meaning of the word.

You are duplicitous to your
bones, always have been.

You are incapable
of empathy or love.

Nothing will
convince me otherwise.

I shall be watching
you like a hawk.

And as soon as
this child is born,

I will see to it that
you are thrown out.

I am sorry you think so
little of...

(yelps)

(panting)

(gasping)

I am not prepared!

No!

No, I am not prepared!

(panting)

Thank you for your letter.
Thank you for your letter.

(both laugh)

It was...
Overwhelming.

Yes.

The very word I was
going to employ.

"I ne'er was struck
before that hour,

With love so
sudden and so sweet."

Will you not complete
the verse you sent?

I could not do it justice
as you have, Miss Heywood.

Or, if I may...

Alison.

William.

LENNOX:
Miss Heywood.

Is your sister not
able to join you?

I fear her employer
has kept her back.

We may have to delay
the ascent.

Captain Carter, follow me.

Captain Fraser.
Miss Heywood.

Do I gather you
are pleased

with Captain
Carter's letter?

It is as if he
can see into my soul.

He is both a
hero and a poet.

A hero?

He spoke of his brave
actions at Bidassoa.

Did he now?

(brass band playing)

HANKINS:
Ah, Mr. Parker!

Boycott sugar?
No, thank you, Reverend, uh...

HANKINS:
Free our brothers
and sisters...

Well, Mr. Parker, where is
this fabled elephant?

(stammers):
I confess there's been

a slight change
of plan, Lady Denham.

Do you mean to say you
have lured us here

under false pretenses?

I assure you, milady,
you are about to see

the eighth wonder
of the world.

(stammers):
Allow me to, uh, escort you?

One moment.

Miss Lambe.

Still persisting with your

misguided sugar
boycott, I see.

Hardly misguided.

The movement
is gathering pace

across the country,
Lady Denham.

(chuckles):
It will change nothing.

Such decisions are
made in Parliament.

Not by naive young women.

In this matter,
Parliament has failed.

That is why we have taken
matters into our own hands.

I suppose you would
support such a cause,

given your origins.
And yet here I am,

the wealthiest
woman in Sanditon.

And where did the
wealth come from?

Are you not biting the
hand that feeds you?

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LEONORA:
This has been the best
afternoon I can remember!

What a tragically dull life
you must have led, child.

You've enjoyed
yourself, too.

At one point, I almost
saw you smile.

That is quite impossible--
Augusta is incapable of smiling.

(bell tolling)

Oh, I must go.

I'm expected at the fair.

I wish we could
go to the fair.

We've kept you
too long.

Not at all.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.
Bye.

Until tomorrow, then.

Until tomorrow.

♪ ♪

(groaning)

Stop being so dramatic--
you've proved your point.

Come on!

Oh, you would have
to do this while

the staff are absent,
just to spite me!

I can go no further.

You cannot bear this
child on the stairs.

Given it was
conceived on the floor,

that would hardly be
an auspicious beginning.

Will you release
my hand?
(groans)

Oh, God, I hate you.

You are such a cold,
unyielding shrew.

And you are a
scheming vixen.

My hand, you're hurting.

You do not know
the meaning of pain!

Oh, will you move?
(wailing)

Fine, if you
refuse to move,

I shall leave you to it.

(groaning)

No, Esther!

Stay!

I cannot do this alone.

You do not know
what you're asking.

Esther, please.

♪ ♪

(groaning)

♪ ♪

TOM:
Ladies and gentlemen!

May I bid you all
the warmest of Sanditon

welcomes to this,

our Midsummer Fair!

(applauding)

It is our tradition
each year

to have a special event.

But what you see before
you this afternoon

surpasses any attraction
in our long history.

What is that?

That, Miss Heywood, is a
military observation balloon,

intended, I believe,
to identify

enemy positions
from aloft.

Mr. Parker is
trying to convince

everyone it is a
circus attraction.

One can only be reminded
of the ambitions of Icarus.

Oh, dear.

TOM:
Maestro!

(drumroll playing)

(drumroll stops,
audience applauds and cheers)

♪ ♪

TOM:
Direct from the
battlefields of Europe,

a brilliant example of
British ingenuity and skill,

brought to you through
the generosity

of Colonel Lennox and
his brave soldiers,

here is your chance

to experience God's own
view of Sanditon.

A once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

Who would like to take
the maiden voyage?

I am not standing in a
basket tethered to a rope.

I'm agreeing with you.

I shall pass on
the flying hamper.

Charlotte, here at last.
(laughs)

Oh, it's incredible.

Poor Tom.

The colonel has lent him
this observation balloon,

but no one's brave
enough to go up in it.

What about you, sir?

Can I not persuade you to be
the first

to make an ascent?

(crowd murmuring)

You, sir?

What about you, sir?

I'll make the ascent!

MARY:
My dear, you couldn't possibly.

It's too dangerous.

Don't worry, Mary.

Let the young lady pass.

Miss Heywood.

Welcome.

Colonel, do I have your
permission to go up?

I assure you it will give me
the greatest pleasure.

Well, it's true,

a woman has made
the ascent before.

Two, in fact,
by my knowledge.

Then let me be the third.

TOM:
My, my dear girl, I could
not possibly allow it.

Absolutely not.
If Miss Heywood is first,

it's certain
others will follow.

Private Markland,
I'll accompany her.

She'll be safe in my hands.

(audience applauding
and cheering)

Are you not tempted,
Miss Lambe?

I prefer to keep my
feet on the ground.

Oh, I don't believe that.

I think you would
soar to the heavens.

It's your jailers that
keep you tethered.

Mary is not my jailer,
she's my friend.

Really?

Seems to me like you're
hemmed in on all sides.

I don't know how
you can bear it.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(gulls cawing,
Charlotte laughing)

♪ ♪

It's like a dream.

I feel as if I were flying.

Is it too late
to mention I am

not enamored of heights?

Fears are there to be conquered.

You are quite unlike any woman
I've ever met, Miss Heywood.

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(rope snaps)

♪ ♪

(audience gasps)

(breath trembling)

(crowd murmuring)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(wind blowing)

(soldiers calling)

Mr. Parker?

(gasps)

Ooh!

(yelps)

♪ ♪

(screaming)

♪ ♪

Arthur?

Arthur!

(yelping)

♪ ♪

It's Arthur!

(Arthur gasping and panting)

Well done, Arthur!

Thank God for you!
(laughing)

(applauding)

You're a hero, Arthur!

It was bravely done!

(applauding)

I should tell you.

I think I have agreed
a truce with my charges.

And perhaps even
with their father.

Their father?

It seems
Mr. Colbourne's

a better man than I
had given him credit for.

I believe he is just
grieving his late wife.

♪ ♪

(crowd applauding,
Arthur laughing)

(Arthur whooping)

♪ ♪

Well done.

♪ ♪

(applause continues)

Miss Heywood!

TOM:
Gentlemen...

And even ladies!

Who would like
a ride to the skies?

Come along!
(crowd talking excitedly)

Oh, oh, now, now, one at a time,
please-- you, sir.

From the moment we met,

you have spoken to me
with candor.

I fear I have not
repaid the courtesy.

It's against my nature to
impugn another man's character,

but I must warn you

to be on your guard
against Mr. Colbourne.

Why?

Please, just take my word.

With respect,
you cannot warn me

on such strong terms
without evidence.

Some years ago,

there was a young lady

who meant a very
great deal to me.

She had a fierce, bright
spirit, not unlike your own.

Her name was Lucy.

His wife.

Colbourne stole her
from me, Miss Heywood.

And then, for reasons
I do not comprehend,

he destroyed her.

♪ ♪

I believe he needs his mother.

Will you take him?

Later, perhaps.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(chuckles excitedly)

(exhales):
Yes!

(knock at door)

(exhales)

(knock at door)

(exhales)

♪ ♪

You will paint my portrait,
on my terms.

If I am satisfied,
you may name your price.

I shall not rest until we are
both satisfied, Miss Lambe.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Would you like to come in?

Good evening,
Mr. Lockhart.

TOM:
Dare I say it, the best
Midsummer Fair yet.

And you were the hero
of the hour, Arthur.

Ah, glad to be of service, Tom.

But for you, I might be
halfway to France by now!

Quite, although I have to say,
Colonel Lennox saved the day.

MARY:
What are the shopkeepers
doing there?

MAN:
There he is! Look!

(all exclaiming)
TOM:
Yes!

(shopkeepers exclaiming)

Gentlemen, madam,

 
I have the situation in hand--
yes.

Mr. Parker will
talk to the colonel

on your behalf at
the first opportunity.

All will be resolved.
(stammering):
Yeah, yeah...

TOM:
Please-- this has been

a great day for Sanditon.

And I can assure you
that all of your problems

will be solved when you
understand one simple fact,

which, uh, and, and I,
I give you my word,

I will explain in great
detail, uh, tomorrow.

(all shouting)

(pounding on door,
shouting)

♪ ♪

Mr. Tom Parker!

What a triumph!

Edward.

May we speak apart
for a moment?

Of course.

But first, can I tempt you

into another game
of hazard?
(chuckles)

You must give me the
chance to recoup my losses.

It is a tempting
proposition...

Come, let's celebrate the
success of the day, Parker.

We make a good team,
do we not?

♪ ♪

(dice rattle)

(knocks twice)

(dice rattling)

(men exclaim)

What is the matter, Denham?

You are not yourself.

It seems I am
to be a father.

That is surely cause
for celebration!

It may yet be.

♪ ♪

I'm told you showed
great courage at Bidassoa.

Remarkable, given how...

...young you must have been.

Fraser...
She deserves better.

Set her straight.

♪ ♪

I really thought your numbers
would come up, Parker.

I do not have a hundred
pounds to hand, Colonel.

Don't worry,
I know you're good for it.

Now, what was it
you wished to discuss?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

A personal tribute from
the colonel himself.

I'm not sure you've
come down to Earth since.

I'm still trying
to make sense of it.

ALISON:
Cornflowers?

Where did you find them?

Mr. Colbourne's estate.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I would presume Miss Heywood
to be a friend.

Would you, indeed?

ALISON:
I believe the right person
is out there for all of us.

Happily, I've found mine.

EDWARD:
Is that my child?

GEORGIANA:
I've had word from my lawyer.

He's discovered what
Sidney was doing in Antigua.

♪ ♪

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