My Brilliant Career (2026) s01e01 Episode Script

[woman 1 clears throat]
-[faint chatter]
-[rousing, defiant string music rises]
Forbidden fruit ripens untouched
As desert winds caress soft curves
Sticky, persistent
Urgent in their need to spawn
Delicious, ticklish
Like an ant under scribbly bark
Seeking secret places
His limbs like burnished myrtle
-As her flower opens with the dawn
-[woman 2] Flower?
[woman 3 gasps]
Nature wears her spirit
Raw, feral, uncouth
So what is man
But a whiskey breath behind closed doors
Seeking to possess
Something that will never be his
[woman 4] I don't even know what to say.
[guests murmuring]
[gasps softly]
Sybylla!
[rousing music building]
-Sybylla! Come back here now!
-[panting, grunts]
[grunts]
[cries out]
[rousing music peaks, fades]
[exhales deeply]
[girl shouts]
You said it was warm! [giggles]
I said "refreshing."
[laughing]
[Sybylla] Gertie, wait!
-We must remember the active verb, Gert.
-You hurt my brain.
There it is.
-[slaps]
-[gasps]
"Dearest Lucy,
I know we have our differences."
[laughing]
"But I'm writing today concerning
my eldest granddaughter, Sybylla."
[Gert] Syb, wait up!
[grandmother] "The girl is well
and truly of age."
"And I think it's high time
that she were to enter society."
"I wonder if she's sweet like you,
or whether you've allowed her
to run wild like her father."
[Sybylla] Women should swim.
They should swear.
They should eat like a man.
Ride like a man.
-And they should decide their fates like--
-[Lucy] Sybylla!
Sybylla!
What about love?
-I want to create, not procreate.
-[Lucy] Sybylla Melvyn!
If you don't come down here right now,
I'll confiscate your ink.
[grandmother] "Nonetheless, if the girl
is to have any romantic prospects at all,
I think it is essential
that she come and join us at Caddagat."
No!
Why does she care
about my romantic prospects?
-I've never even met her.
-It's not just that.
-It's time you became a lady.
-[scoffs] Said no aspiring writer.
You're going.
[solemn music playing]
[Sybylla] Mama!
Mama!
[off-key piano notes]
[father] Your granny's letter
is utter nonsense.
[Sybylla] Thank you, Papa.
-Managed to get a dig in at me, I see.
-Hey.
-"Run wild," indeed.
-It's not about you, Richard.
If she's so tremendous,
how come we haven't met her?
Excellent point, Gert.
Because she dropped your mother
as soon as she married me.
Well, that's not entirely true, Richard.
[warningly] Ah.
Caddagat is
the most beautiful place in the world.
So why don't you go?
I'll never step foot
in that house ever again.
You'll be fine.
Papa!
Your granny's a stuck-up,
bitter old crone.
But she's finally realized
that you're her eldest grandchild.
And she has a nice big library.
-Hundreds of books and a proper piano.
-[Richard] You're a bright girl, Syb.
You need to have
all your talents stretched.
So they can truss me up like a turkey
and marry me off to some old stinker
when I'm not looking.
-[Richard] I'm sure you'd notice.
-Not helping, Richard.
Look, you don't have to do
everything your granny says.
But you can't stay in Possum Gully
your whole life. You don't even want to.
[bright music playing]
Is Granny really stinkin' rich?
Absolutely filthy.
-So why'd Mama leave Caddagat?
-[Richard] Oh no.
I have a rule never to get involved
in disagreements
concerning the Bossier women.
They're fierce. Like you.
[Sybylla] I prefer "headstrong."
[Richard] Your gran's trying to help.
Otherwise, why would she go
to all this trouble to invite you to stay?
"Something that good
must have strings attached, Richard."
-That's what Mama is always saying to you.
-Or…
"There's a flash of luck
just when you need it most."
Is it my choice?
Always.
Excellent.
Then I choose to stay in Possum Gully
with you all.
And before you know it,
you'll be married to some dumb farmhand
and even poorer than us.
That's not funny.
Don't miss out
because you're being stubborn.
I'll come and rescue you myself.
If you hate it.
Promise?
[Richard] Gert. Give me the kindling.
I'm dying for a cuppa.
I'm not stubborn.
Maybe you'll meet a handsome stranger
and fall desperately in love.
That's your dream, Gert. It's not mine.
[Gert] What if you can't help yourself?
Love's like that.
Comes out of nowhere like, "Bam!"
I'll practice self-control.
No chores. No money troubles.
Tea and cake whenever you want.
I wouldn't enjoy any of it without you.
But if Aunt Helen and Granny like you,
then I can come and visit.
[intriguing music rises]
I'll try.
But I'm not like you, Gert.
I'm an acquired taste.
You'll try?
I would love
the freedom to write whenever I want.
Then you can write me letters
about all the adventures you're having.
I do need some new stories.
[intriguing music building]
I've decided
that I need to fully experience the world
before I can write about it.
Oh, that's good news, Syb.
But no husband.
You're going to Caddagat! [squeals]
["Siren" playing]
I knew when I met you
I would not forget you ♪
-I knew I had to let you know… ♪
-[giddy laughter]
[family] Bye!
Oh ♪
No ♪
I'll never let you go ♪
Go, oh ♪
I'll never let you go ♪
Oh, oh ♪
I'll never let you go, go… ♪
Thank you, driver.
I'll never let you go ♪
Go, go ♪
I'll never let you go ♪
-[energetic pop rock fades]
-[grunts]
[dreamy music rises]
Miss Melvyn?
Who's asking?
Frank Hawden.
At your service.
You work for my granny?
I'm the acting foreman at Caddagat
on my year-long sabbatical.
From England.
Your granny sends her apologies,
but she's very anxious to see you.
Wait, wait, wait. Miss Melvyn!
Please, Miss Melvyn, I must go first.
Have you noticed
how men speak in the active form?
Women are expected to use the passive.
"If you'd rather.
If it's not too much trouble."
-[grunts]
-[woman] When I was your age…
But if women could speak freely,
they'd be far less bother. [grunts]
-Are you all right? Ooh.
-[woozy groaning]
He's going. He's going. Oh. And he's down.
[man 1 moans]
[Sybylla] Bit early for it,
but there you are.
-[man 2] Come on. Need a hand?
-[man 1] Oh yeah.
-At least let me carry your bag.
-Ooh. Careful!
[man 2] Wouldn't light a match
next to you. Up you get.
[man 1] I'm fine!
-[man 2] You good?
-[man 1] Yeah.
Old friends.
Books.
This way?
Miss Melvyn.
[dreary music playing]
[Frank] Oh, here we go…
[horse neighs]
-Hawden.
-Beecham. This is Miss Melvyn.
Did you get my note
about the O'Donahues having to sell?
[Frank] The Bossiers
aren't taking on property.
This is about helping our neighbor
keep his farm.
Perhaps he shouldn't have borrowed
what he couldn't repay.
If one farm fails, we all do.
-Hup!
-[sighs]
-[clicks tongue]
-[horse huffs]
Is Mr. Beecham always so curt?
He behaves how he likes.
In these parts,
the Beechams are colonial royalty.
I don't believe in the monarchy.
Federation's coming, and I'm glad.
Then you'll get on fine with his aunt,
Augusta Beecham.
She's a close friend of your granny's.
Always has a new cause. Raving suffragist.
Now I'm dying to meet her.
Well, you're in luck.
We're invited to her birthday party.
My first party already?
This is marvelous.
[stately string music rises]
[Sybylla grunts]
Hello?
[stately music fades]
[light, whimsical music playing]
[Sybylla] Hello?
Anyone home?
[playing simple, in-tune melody]
[playing up-tempo tune]
["Big Shot" by Pearls playing]
There you are.
[softly] You're here.
What you want to be
The big shot for, man? ♪
What you want to be
The big shot for, man…♪
[Sybylla] Nature's breath
Like a fresh, clean breeze
Cut with the sweet smell of horse manure.
'Cause I got no fun and I got no money ♪
[edgy '80s pop building]
Hello there.
Steady, boy.
[Sybylla] What a magnificent horse.
Can I say hello?
You shouldn't be here.
This fella's still half-wild.
He's intoxicating.
-What's your name, handsome?
-[horse nickers softly]
Beau.
Well named.
You're that new one. The granddaughter.
That's me. Sybylla Melvyn.
Nell. Nell Kirby.
-Are you training him, Nell?
-It's early days, but he's a good one.
-Mrs. Bossier sure knows how to pick 'em.
-[Bossier] Sybylla?
What on Earth are you doing out here?
We've been looking for you everywhere.
My fault, miss.
I was just showing her Beau.
[Bossier] Take him back to the stables.
I'll come and find you both later.
Granny. Finally.
And you must be my Aunt Helen.
[sighs] Look at you, all grown up.
So glad you're finally here, Sybylla.
You're smaller than I expected.
It's a nasty habit.
Why is your jacket open like that?
It's just delicious to let the air in
on a day like today, don't you think?
Impulsive.
Uh, well, I'm sure
Sybylla's eager to learn.
I am.
Perhaps we should leave Sybylla
to freshen up and get changed.
Nell?
Did you take him out this morning?
How did you go with the saddle?
This is an old one of Mama's.
I have no clue, but Gertie does say
it's well out of fashion.
[Helen] Hm.
Also, it's my only one.
[Helen] You're just down the hall.
Here we are.
[bright music playing]
I'm afraid to touch anything.
[Helen chuckles] Well, it's all yours now.
Is my granny always so charming?
[chuckles] You are clearly
my sister's daughter.
Here she is.
Come in, Betty. Close the door.
[door closes]
Sybylla Melvyn.
Uh, Betty.
Ah. This… is for you.
From my mama.
[gasps softly] Thank you.
Let's just keep this between ourselves.
I'm like a magpie with secrets.
I keep all the shiny things to myself.
-Mama says you're a widow.
-Ah.
I'm sorry.
Thoughts come into my head
and out my mouth
before I even have a chance to stop them.
It was a long time ago.
Let's get you dressed.
What happened?
[somber music rises]
Uh…
We were on honeymoon in New York.
He caught the flu, and…
before I knew it,
he was gone and I was back here.
That is the saddest story I've ever heard.
Why'd you never marry again?
You're so beautiful.
Uh… I suppose
I never met the right person.
[clears throat]
[softly] Get rid of them.
Look at you. Butter wouldn't melt.
Well, that's not me. That's Lucy.
-You look just like her.
-[snorts]
Now you're just lying.
I take after Papa.
I'm hotheaded with a snub nose.
-That's why I prefer a direct gaze.
-[chuckles softly]
Sit.
What was so bad
about my parents getting married?
Your father was a force of nature.
We were all taken with him,
particularly Lucy.
-But he's--
-Mercurial.
-That's exactly the right word.
-It's one of my favorites.
Now…
Find something that fits.
They're just some of my old ones.
I'm going to get you some new smalls.
Do you choose for me?
Is that how this works?
I could have a go.
I've always loved this one.
I appreciate it.
I really need to get this day down
while it's still fresh.
[wistful music playing]
[carriage clattering]
[horse huffs, echoes]
[birds calling]
[wistful music fades]
Put your hand over your mouth.
[yawns]
Maybe we could play a game.
Do you know charades?
Have you even tried
to start a conversation, Mr. Hawden?
I heard you met Harry Beecham today.
-The brusque man on the handsome horse?
-That's him.
He was quite rude.
But I'm desperate to speak with his aunt
at her party.
Absolutely not.
-Augusta would love to meet Lucy's girl.
-Sybylla's not ready.
We can't possibly start
with Augusta Beecham's birthday party.
Not like her nephew's the paragon
of politeness.
-By whose standards?
-By my standard--
Shh!
-Excuse me, Mrs. Bossier.
-[Bossier] Ah, Betty.
Sorry to disturb.
I've just been out all day,
and the horse needs a rest and some water.
Oh, absolutely.
Sergeant Baker, may I introduce you
to my granddaughter, Sybylla Melvyn?
[Baker] Pleased to meet you, miss.
Betty, would you see that Sergeant Baker
has some refreshments while he waits?
-[Betty] Mm-hmm.
-[Bossier] Thank you.
So I'm allowed to meet the policeman.
He is not society.
-I need the lav.
-Lavatory.
-Can I?
-[sternly] May I.
[contemplative music playing]
Black ink drips across the sky
And stars sparkle like a promise
Because nothing sparkles here.
[grunts]
[Betty gasps]
-[whistling]
-[urinating]
[both chuckle]
[gasps softly]
[playing simple tune]
Must you?
Can I…?
May I play it?
Oh, Sybylla. [sighs]
Lucy loved the piano.
Who do you think taught me?
[playing bittersweet tune]
[softly] That was unexpected.
-It was so quiet in there.
-[both chuckle]
At home, we take turns to play music,
sing, dance, make up plays.
Just lallygag about.
Sounds quaint.
Now you're making fun of me.
To be honest, you surprise me.
So I'm a curiosity?
Definitely.
[chuckles] At any rate, I'm sure
you'll make someone a lovely wife.
But we've only just met.
[laughs mischievously]
I'm joking.
Trust me.
[chuckles]
But isn't that why you're here?
That's Granny's plan. It's not mine.
I'm here to broaden my mind
and soak in some culture.
We're a very long way from that.
My family certainly feels
a million miles away.
I can't imagine what it's like for you,
Mr. Hawden.
Like breathing free air.
[sighs]
And please call me Frank.
Good night, Sybylla.
Did you even know she had grandkids?
Yeah, Mum said something
about trouble from years ago.
Hmm?
The youngest daughter,
she married this one no-good fella.
Then they borrowed biggest lump of money.
-Never paid it back.
-[sniffing]
[groans]
-Hey.
-Oh, sorry.
I'm trying to work out whether that was
a bullshit story or your smell, sis.
[laughs mockingly]
Oi, shame!
[gasps] Guess what I saw?
Okay, you know that new one?
The granddaughter?
Spotted her squatting a bushie
in the back garden,
saying a whole load of weird shit,
and whistling.
-No.
-Yes.
-No.
-Yes! Like this.
"The stars in the sky sparkle."
No, don't be coming near me
if you're gonna whistle at night.
-No, true, eh?
-[chuckles]
But she's all right. She liked Beau.
You spend any more time with that horse,
you're gonna turn into one.
Better than becoming baby Boss.
"Yes, Mrs. Bossier."
-"Oh, yes, please. Is that all right?"
-I do not sound like that.
I mean,
what's wrong with wanting to be a Boss?
Fair.
All right, I'm going to bed.
Coming, sis?
-Nah, I'm right out here.
-Ah. Go on, then.
[Nell] Night, sis.
[Betty] Night.
[horse neighs]
[Sybylla] Nature's spirits soar
As Caddagat wakes
[birds singing]
And the day breaks like a
Golden kiss
No.
"…molten honey."
That's better.
[horse trotting]
[gasps softly]
Sun burns off the dew
Like drying sweat on a man's collarbones
Ow!
Ooh!
-[sighs]
-[Harry] Hello.
[sighs nonchalantly]
[gentle music playing]
New housemaid?
That's right, sir.
There.
Well, we'd better get you
to less dangerous ground.
Mm.
You know they have
an apple orchard of their own?
I'm hoping to bribe the old dragon
into doing me a favor.
Does she breathe fire?
If she does,
I'd be worried about all this kindling,
if I were you.
So you're Mr. Beecham.
I heard your aunt's having a party.
That's why I'm here.
But I hate asking favors.
[Helen] Harry!
I see you've met my niece, Sybylla Melvyn.
Indeed.
-How could I miss her?
-[Bossier] Good morning, Harry.
-[Harry] Mrs. Bossier.
-What's all this?
[hesitates] Oh, it's my fault.
I, um… I dropped my apples.
[laughs] I'm sure you're not to blame.
So… apples?
Uh, an excuse.
It's about my aunt's party.
Later this month.
Oh, sadly, Sybylla cannot attend.
Oh, well, um…
It's just, I'm… I'm worried about…
pulling off the surprise if it's at home.
She never misses a trick.
He needs a favor,
but he's too polite to ask for one.
Oh, there's nothing
you cannot ask of us, Harry.
Do you think
we could have Gussie's party here?
We'd be delighted.
Ah. Excellent. Um…
It's all on me, of course,
and I will send everything over.
And please do allow your granddaughter
to come. I'm sure my aunt would insist.
Absolutely.
Unexpectedly sneaky, Sybylla.
She's clearly innocent.
Something tells me
that is rarely the case.
Goodbye.
But here we are.
And we don't have much time.
Shoulders back.
She has a fine strong figure.
-But the hair.
-Well, we'll make a feature of it.
Minus the greenery.
Well, it certainly is a feature.
I'm sure you can work wonders, Helen.
So may I go?
We'll see.
[determined string music playing]
"My darling Gert,
I'm being gussied up,
straightened out,
and slowly turned
on the spit of propriety."
What's Augusta Beecham like?
[groans]
Augusta runs her own race.
[Sybylla] "I'm learning
all sorts of new tricks."
Dainty…
"Like… walking."
…like a gazelle.
Again.
Frank says she's a suffragist.
So am I. Definitely.
What about you?
-[corset strains]
-[Sybylla groans]
I don't like to make a fuss.
"And eating."
"But it's finally happening, Gert."
Useful.
Women make up half the world
and give birth to all of it.
How is it making a fuss
to ask for equality?
"I'm about to experience life."
[exhales sharply]
[elegant music rises]
[guests] Surprise!
[woman 1 clears throat]
-[woman 2] Who is that?
-[sighs]
-It's not me.
-[door opens]
-Not me, who?
-[guests exclaim]
[scattered laughter]
Ooh! So this is what you call
a small dinner with old friends. [laughs]
[sighs] I detest a surprise.
You've done me a favor, Sybylla Melvyn.
You have your mother's eyes.
And you were right, Harry.
She is quite distinct.
[chuckles]
Ah, Josephine!
How delightful to see you all.
Is there champagne?
-[Bossier] Augusta, happy birthday.
-[Augusta] Thank you.
[softly] I'm so sorry about the surprise.
I think tonight, that's you.
[pleasant string music playing]
How does it feel to be out?
Intriguing.
[clicks tongue] That's a fitting word
for Australian society in general.
[music halts]
I know we've only just arrived,
but I don't like to speak in public,
and my aunt hates
to waste the party on speeches.
Parties are for champagne and gossip.
[guests chuckle]
So let's quickly raise a toast
to my wonderful aunt.
Gus, you make my life
infinitely more interesting
and my house
definitely more full of things.
It's called art, Hal.
[Harry] Not in every circle.
[guests laugh]
To Augusta.
-[guests] Augusta!
-[Harry] Happy birthday!
-[guests] Happy birthday!
-Happy birthday.
Stop it. Keep going. [chuckles]
Good luck.
["Gypsy and the Bird" playing]
-[man] Happy birthday, Augusta.
-[Harry] Cheers.
-[Augusta] I think it was wonderful.
-[Frank] Absolutely.
[Augusta] You think so?
A Gypsy roaming through the meadows ♪
Spied a linnet ♪
A linnet on a tree ♪
[man 2] Cheers!
-Ah, though they lay she said is pretty♪
-We'll probably only need about…
Listen, songster, listen to me ♪
Tra-la-la-la-la-la ♪
La-la-la-la-la-la ♪
Tra-la-la ♪
Tra-la-la-la-la♪
Tra-la-la-la-la-la ♪
La-la-la-la-la-la ♪
That's what thy song should be ♪
That's what thy song ♪
That's what thy song should be ♪
Yes.
-[Augusta] Cheers, darling.
-A carol then the linnet warbled… ♪
[woman] Looking forward to that very much.
[gasps] The girl of the hour.
I'm not supposed to talk to you,
but I couldn't resist.
Well, tonight you're the star.
You'll have the pick of the crop.
Of young men. [chuckles]
Oh! So that's what they farm out here.
[both laugh gleefully]
Don't tell Granny, but I'm interested
in cultivating something else.
Intriguing. What is it?
Please forgive me, Augusta.
Frank Hawden has been asking after you.
Now.
We'll pick this up later. [chuckles]
[Frank] No, I would love
to dance with you. I just…
I had a recent injury, and so I--
-Here I am.
-There you are.
You didn't ask for me?
A lady should at least pretend
she's not actually on the chase.
-[Bossier] Okay, attagirl.
-Okay.
I think I've had enough of pretending.
Sybylla. Sybylla!
Hi.
[whispers] Could you play
something upbeat?
-[Bossier] Uh…
-[musician] One, two three…
[lively rendition
of "Young Turks" playing]
[laughs]
Come on, Billy!
[exclaims]
Billy left his home with a dollar
In his pocket and a head full of dreams… ♪
Stop doing that. Sybylla.
What are you doing?
No, what are you doing?
Patti packed her bags ♪
Left a note for her mama
She was just 17 ♪
There were tears in her eyes ♪
When she kissed
Her little sister goodbye ♪
Young hearts be free tonight ♪
Time is on your side ♪
Don't let 'em put you down
Don't let them push you around ♪
Don't let 'em ever
Change your point of view ♪
They held each other tight as they drove
Through the night, they were so excited ♪
We got but one shot at life ♪
Let's take it
While we're still not afraid ♪
Because life is so brief ♪
And time is a thief
When you're undecided ♪
And like a fistful of sand
It can slip right through your hands ♪
-Young hearts be free tonight ♪
-[sounds distort and echo]
-[breath trembling]
-Time is on your side ♪
[tender string music rising]
Don't let 'em put you down
Don't let them push you around ♪
Don't let 'em ever
Change your point of view ♪
[laughing]
[spirited tune fades]
[indistinct chatter]
Ooh.
Ow.
[sighs]
[exhales]
[groans softly]
[Harry] Finally, some quiet.
I saw you talking to Miss Carter.
[Frank] I think "trapped by her mother"
is a more accurate term
for what I just experienced.
[Harry] I understood
there was some interest there.
[Frank scoffs] Definitely not.
My family wants me to marry,
but the picking's slim.
-[Harry] Perhaps you should try the city.
-Not according to my father.
"Better to find the healthiest stock
before you breed."
His words, not mine.
-You think he'd approve of Miss Melvyn?
-I think she scrubs up fine.
But can you imagine
that feral poker in London?
Actually, it was quite fun.
-[Harry] What is it that you like?
-[Frank] I'm running out of time.
If I don't go home with a bride,
my father's threatening to cut me off.
Who said romance was dead?
She should be grateful.
Talk around the estate
is that her mother ran off with a drunk,
and there's a whole slew of his brats
scrambling around the dust bowl somewhere.
-He's sending them to refill the coffers.
-[Harry] A lot of mouths to feed.
I don't mind there's no dowry,
but I'm not supporting the rest of them.
Surely that would be your obligation.
[Frank] Good point.
Still, the Bossiers are a good family.
There is a kind of…
uncouth spirit about her
that is at once attractive and repellent.
[Harry] You can hardly blame the girl
for her father's greed.
[Frank laughs]
So the coast is clear on your end, then?
Don't worry.
I wouldn't get in your way.
To be honest, I'm undecided.
[rousing string music rises]
Drink?
[clicks tongue] Why not?
[rousing, defiant music swells]
It's such a weight off my chest
talking to you about it.
[Bossier] Gentlemen, there you are.
Nice of you both to join us.
-Could I have everyone's attention?
-Absolutely not.
Do you mind? It will answer your question.
I can't wait.
I'd just like to recite something
that I started tonight.
I was so inspired by the gentlemen
and their scintillating conversation.
[Augusta gasps]
That's you.
Forbidden fruit ripens untouched
[Bossier] Sybylla!
As desert winds caress soft curves
Sticky, persistent
Urgent in their need to spawn
Feral, uncouth
So what is man
[cries out]
But a whiskey breath behind closed doors
Seeking to possess
Something that will never be his
[rousing tune concludes]
Disgraceful.
Why am I even here if you dislike
everything about me so much?
You ask me that… after your filth?
It was poetry. It's modern.
There was never ever a chance
with Harry Beecham.
But Frank Hawden is a fine young man
with a sizable inheritance.
And a manor house
in Somerset coming his way.
Conditional, apparently.
Unless he goes home with a bride,
his father will give him nothing.
[Bossier] So there you are.
You've ruined a perfectly good opportunity
for the both of you.
And quite honestly, Sybylla,
with your circumstances and at your age,
you should be grateful
anyone would even consider you.
-I don't want a husband.
-Well, you're getting one.
-You can't make me.
-Really?
I'm going to leave you
to think about that.
And when you change your mind,
you can come out.
I won't change it.
[low, ominous music droning]
[knocking on door]
I haven't changed my mind.
[Lucy] Sybylla.
Mama?
How are you here?
[music grows gentle]
You read this in public?
It's about nature.
It's clearly a provocation.
And what of it?
They wanna marry me off.
And I wanna go home.
There's no future for you at Possum Gully.
At least I'm free there. And we're happy.
[scoffs] We're poor.
Syb, the only way a woman can have money
in this world is to marry into it.
So that's all anyone expects of me?
Just to fall in love?
Oh no. The last thing I want
is for you to repeat my mistake.
There was no other way out for you.
I had to write to my mother
and beg her to help.
[quietly] You wrote to her?
You lied to me.
We can't afford you anymore, Syb.
We can't afford any of you.
But at least you could start
to make your way in the world.
-No, I'll write to Papa.
-Whose idea do you think it was?
We're in debt, Syb.
If your Papa doesn't pay off
his loan to the McSwats,
I don't know what we'll do.
We're relying on you.
You have a year.
To get married?
For all of us.
["Future Hermione" playing]
[defiant hip-hop continues]
♪Dark knight ♪
You said you saw it in the stars ♪
Stage fright ♪
Or was this coming from your heart? ♪
Salty kisses turn to acid lately ♪
[moody hip-hop fades]
[soft, reflective music playing]