The Woman in White (2018) s01e02 Episode Script
Episode 2
A Mr Frederick Fairlie requests my services to help his two young nieces in the art of painting.
I'm Marian Halcombe.
My half-sister is Miss Fairlie.
So good to possess you at Limmeridge House, Mr Hartright.
May I trust you? What? There was a woman, and there were these two men pursuing her -- they claimed her to be dangerous.
She is deranged and escaped from the asylum.
It's particularly odd seeing your sister dressed in white.
There was a similarity between the two of them You're being reckless, forgetting yourself And have you never forgotten yourself? I'm not in the same position as you.
Laura's engaged to be married.
His name's Sir Percival Glyde.
Wait! My sister has just received a spiteful anonymous letter from - someone trying to unnerve her about her wedding.
- I never wrote it! It was Percival Glyde who locked me up in that asylum.
He has done terrible things, and he will do worse! And you negotiated the settlement for the marriage between Sir Percival Glyde and Miss Laura Fairlie? So that's what this is all about Just answer the question, Mr Gilmore.
Yes.
To my great sadness.
I will never understand how Philip Fairlie could leave the fate of his daughter in the hands of such a man.
I am aware that you like Tennyson, so I wanted you to have this.
You're very kind.
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words like nature half reveal And half conceal the soul within.
I have never encountered anything that captures sadness so well.
Ah, Mr, Hartright.
May I introduce Sir Percival Glyde.
Mr Hartright .
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if I may say so, this house has been extremely fortunate to find you as a tutor.
Miss Fairlie's new paintings show an enormous improvement.
You are too generous.
Well, when Miss Fairlie and I are married, perhaps you will honour us by coming to Blackwater, on occasion, and continuing the tuition? May I suggest that we all change for dinner? I've seen Anne Catherick.
- She's alive? - Yes.
She is my woman in white, there is no doubt of it.
- Did you speak to her? - I did.
And I'm sure she wrote the letter.
Why? What possessed her to frighten Laura and slander Sir Percival? She says it was Glyde who locked her away in the asylum.
- What? - She's utterly terrified of him, Marian.
You would pity her if you saw her.
N No.
No.
No, no, I cannot accept that.
That It's utter madness.
Glyde is a man that Laura's father loved and respected.
I think you would believe her if you spoke to her.
Before you let this marriage proceed, - you have to know what part Sir Percival has played - Shhh! (.
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in Anne's life, why she was put in the asylum.
) And why she's trying to warn Laura about him Miss Halcombe.
- Are you changing for dinner? - Yes.
- Will you be joining us, Mr Hartright? - No.
I must return to my work for Mr Fairlie.
Of course.
And that's why we think this letter is a concern, Mr Gilmore.
I agree, that's certainly a very strange business.
We will certainly jump to no hasty conclusions either way, Marian.
Sir Percival stands very high, an eminent reputation That does not place him above suspicion.
No-one is above suspicion, but there are some elements of this case that are unhappily common -- anonymous letters, an unfortunate woman, sad state of society.
I beg you, sir, please do not consider this case as merely the sad state of society.
Just so.
You're a young man and take the romantic view.
I am older and take the rational.
But I assure you both of one thing -- Sir Percival's account of these matters must be as solid as this table to satisfy me.
Now, Marian, we are agreed, are we not? Laura shall hear no more of this until we are in a better position to know the truth of these allegations.
Miss Halcombe, your uncle wishes a word with you very urgently.
Tell him I'll be there in a minute.
He insisted you come at once.
Go, my dear.
As I say, I will speak to Sir Percival and find out the truth of the matter.
You cannot! It's unfair and it's vicious.
No, it is straightforward.
And, what's more, it is just.
Just? To fling him from your house, like some thief or beggar? Hartright has entirely neglected his duties here.
The matters are far worse than that.
It's come to my attention that the man has dared to pursue a wicked and improper liaison with my niece, Laura.
Nothing improper has occurred.
Don't try to deny it! It is a blatant abuse of the trust we have placed in him.
- At least give him a week's notice! - Out of the question.
I've no intention of letting him anywhere near my rooms again.
Sir Percival is here to discuss the marriage, and if Hartright is not gone by this evening, he will be forcibly removed from the premises.
This is monstrous! Distressing, certainly! It's taken a great toll on me.
Mr Hartright.
Mr Fairlie has sent me to end your engagement here.
He's already told the servants to prepare for your immediate departure.
Our ways must part.
I'm sorry.
Marian, we have to pursue what we have discovered about Sir Percival.
You did not see how terrified Anne was! Walter, she's engaged to be married.
I I'm sorry, Walter, I really am.
Before I go, I must say goodbye to Laura.
Miss Fairlie.
Mr Hartright.
I hope I'm not intruding.
It's no intrusion.
Your uncle .
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he's asked me to leave.
Leave? Today.
I've come to say goodbye.
If you should ever need me, Laura I shall be leaving on the hour.
Will you be there? Of course.
I shall be there.
Good day.
Miss Fairlie, would you care to join us in the drawing room? There's something I wish to discuss.
Of course.
But first, I must meet Marian outside.
Good.
Then that is settled, cos she is also joining us.
Come.
Drive on.
Is Mr Hartright still here? He just left.
Oh! I cannot tell you how much I regret that, because I really Forgive me.
May I be excused? - I'll come with you.
- No, please, I shall be all right presently.
Stay.
- Should we call a doctor? - No.
No, no, no.
She's fine, she's just tired.
Then, we should proceed.
Yes, yes, of course, if you are sure.
Erm .
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I read the letter.
It is indeed an enormous regret that Mr Hartright is not here because I wanted to learn all I could about his encounter with Anne Catherick.
It is my urgent wish that she is found without delay.
Do you know her? Yes, I do know her.
Her mother was a faithful servant for my family, and so I determined never to lose sight of her, in consideration of her past services.
She had the double misfortune of having a child .
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who was not of a sound mind and a husband who deserted her.
As Anne grew older, the symptoms of her mental affliction only increased, and so it became a necessity to place her under proper care.
Her mother wanted to save her the embarrassment of a public asylum, so she made an appeal to me, and I paid for a private one.
To my great regret, she developed a confused hatred for everyone who had placed her under restraint, including her mother and myself.
And until that poor child is found, she is a danger to everyone.
Well, then, we should all hope that she is found.
And, as you, Sir Percival, are a gentleman and a man of standing, I imagine that ends the matter.
No it does not.
Miss Halcombe .
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I have a special obligation to you and your sister.
I hope, Sir Percival, you don't think I mistrust you? No, but I think I owe it to you to prove what I have said.
So I have provided Mr Gilmore with Anne's mother's address.
May I ask that you write to her and ask her anything at all that you may wish.
I want you to be reassured that Anne's mother confirms my account in every detail.
I will leave it up to you, of course, to decide what to tell your sister.
I see no reason to trouble Laura.
The letter was obviously intended .
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to poison your sister's feelings towards me.
I hope it has not had the desired effect.
You didn't take the letter seriously? Of course I took it seriously.
You have to understand that, on the face of it, Sir Percival was .
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well, a He was a gentleman and a man of honour, and had I had the knowledge I have now .
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no doubt I would've taken a different course of action.
What was Sir Percival's response? No, no! It is my firm belief that a wedding should be a merry affair.
Those of today are far too solemn.
You must know the kind of thing I mean, Mr Gilmore.
Erm "One could whistle and one could sing" "And one could play on the violin "Such joy there was at my wedding.
" Exactly, exactly Been looking forward to seeing your paintings.
You must be tired.
Miss Halcombe We were asking if you agreed, Miss Halcombe.
Er Yes, of course.
I fear you have not heard a word.
If you and your sister have so little to say, we may as well declare ourselves lost to the mercy of our own company and let you retire to the drawing room.
My sincerest apologies.
Yes, of course, we shall see you in the drawing room.
Laura.
Ah, Miss Halcombe.
Beautiful morning, is it not? Might I suggest we take advantage of the day? I seem to remember you like riding.
Don't make me insist, dear Miss Halcombe.
Yes.
Why not? Take pity on me, Miss Halcombe, I am not such a young man.
I don't believe you need my pity, sir.
I must say, it's refreshing to be in the company of two young women who are so untouched by artifice and convention.
Come on.
We, er We must talk, at some point, of the impending marriage and the arrangements afterwards.
I very much hope you will be a part of our lives, Miss Halcombe.
Thank you.
I believe that's Laura's wish too.
Well, then, we will return to the subject in due course.
But now I fear I must ask you to tell me about Mr Hartright.
What of him? Well, he left rather abruptly, did he not? I'm quite sure, Sir Percival, that you're aware that he was dismissed.
Yes.
So, may I be candid with you, Miss Halcombe? It's about your sister.
You may be candid as long as you don't expect me to be impartial.
I spoke with your uncle, who indicated there were several reasons for Mr Hartright's dismissal.
They involved more than the neglect of his work.
Moreover, I would be insensitive if I had not noticed a change in Miss Fairlie's manner.
I'm correct, am I not? You presume too much.
Besides, I cannot speak for her.
She takes her father's dying wish very seriously.
I hope it will be her wish too.
Of course.
Come on.
No word from Mrs Catherick? I'm sure we'll hear soon enough.
Is something troubling you? Sir Percival has asked Laura to reflect on the reasons for their marriage.
Hardly an onerous request.
No.
But I hope the letter arrives soon, to alleviate the doubt surrounding Sir Percival's character.
Marian, I have always tried my best to support you and your sister, so will you hear me now? Of course.
We must get back to the real world.
If Laura were to give up a perfectly proper and desirable match, it would be reckless and foolish.
You wouldn't wish her to be unhappy, would you? Of course not.
But any temporary upset of this kind can easily pass.
But if it were a man .
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he'd be able to choose whomever he wished.
Of suitable rank.
Whilst pursuing any other needs he had, elsewhere.
You are cynical, Marian.
I'm merely an observer of men.
Will you come into the drawing room, Laura? Thank you, but I shall retire soon.
Of course.
You seemed a little distracted at dinner.
Your head is filled with painting, perhaps? No.
Sometimes, when I've been painting a lot in the day, I can seem a touch distant.
Sometimes on my journey's here, I think about you and just for a moment, your face escapes me, and it terrifies me.
I'm impatient.
Forgive me.
I want to see you beside me.
It's been a long engagement.
Too long.
Laura Yes, Sir Percival? I've asked you, please stop using my title.
I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.
Call me what you will, Laura.
Goodnight, Sir Percival.
It's been a long engagement I want to see you beside me Marian, I can bear it no longer! What is it, Laura? I know I can never claim my release .
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but I can tell Sir Percival the truth with my own lips and when he hears all, he will understand the wedding is impossible.
- He has a right to know! - He has not the shadow of a right to know! I believe he does.
I-I will not lie to him.
Laura! Laura, you cannot tell him.
Please don't be angry with me, Marian.
Let me speak to him in your presence.
It will ease my heart to tell the truth.
Miss Fairlie, Miss Halcombe.
Please, sit down with us, Sir Percival.
I wish to speak to you on a subject that is very important to us both.
My sister is here because her presence helps me and gives me confidence.
But know that I speak from my own thoughts and not from hers.
There is a change in me.
A change which is serious enough to justify you breaking off our engagement.
What kind of change? I believe the fondest and truest of all affections is the affection a woman ought to bear to her husband.
When our engagement began, that affection was mine to give and yours to win.
Will you pardon me, Sir Percival, if I acknowledge that is not so any longer? I believe I have said more than enough to justify you withdrawing from your engagement.
You have said more than enough to make it the dearest object of my life to KEEP the engagement.
You understand, sir, that I may be your true and faithful wife .
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but I will never be your loving wife? Do not think me heartless enough to resign a woman who has just proved herself to be the noblest of her sex.
The least you can offer is more than I can hope for from any other woman in the world.
"Dear Marian, London feels so empty since "I returned from Limmeridge.
"I try to paint, but my mind is consumed by thoughts of Laura "and of Anne Catherick.
"I am drawn back to the heath, night after night, "in the hope of finding her.
"But there is no trace of her anywhere.
" "The more I look for her, the more I feel that I'm being watched.
" "Does Sir Percival not want her to be found?" "I keep thinking about what he might have done to her, "or what her life must have been.
" "Is there any news from Mrs Catherick?" "There's no word as yet, "but I am keeping a close eye on Sir Percival during his visit.
"Please, my friend, do not let these thoughts overwhelm you.
" "You must live your own life, Walter.
" Well, if you try a little harder, maybe tonight could be your lucky night too.
I do not wish to try, you know this.
You look terrible, my friend.
Like a man whose dog has just died.
I've been trying to work but it's impossible.
Painting seems futile to me now.
- What do you want from me?! - Whoa, my friend, he's a stranger! Who sent you?! Who sent you?! Answer me! Enough! Hey, hey, hey Calma, calma.
Calm, my friend.
Relax.
Let's drink, huh? - Oh, Marian.
- Mrs Catherick has written.
She, er She confirms everything that Sir Percival told us.
"He's behaved throughout with the utmost charity "and kindness to my poor child.
"We owe him a great deal.
" Well, that seems to settle the matter.
- Sir Percival is cleared of the slightest suspicion.
- Yes.
It is a great relief.
The wedding will go ahead.
Laura must have rest.
She needs support.
Try to bring her back to herself, Marian.
Laura? Laura, it's me.
Open the door.
Will you lock the door behind you? - You never lock this door.
- It's no matter.
Laura If anything should happen to me .
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please give this to Walter.
Would you take it and put it somewhere I shall never see it, please? Nothing is ever going to happen to you.
But if it should .
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throw it all away, except for his album.
Send it to him .
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with a lock of my hair in it .
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and say what I could never say for myself.
Tell him I loved him.
I am to be Sir Percival's wife.
My new life starts today.
Acting on behalf of my client, Sir Percival Glyde, we asked that Miss Fairlie's entire inheritance go to Sir Percival Glyde in the event of his .
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what we believed was the very unlikely event of his surviving Lady Glyde.
This marriage was nothing more than a financial transaction.
We refused to compromise on this point and gave the Fairlies two days to capitulate.
If you stand firm, Sir Percival must give way .
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or it lays him open to the base imputation of marrying Miss Fairlie entirely from mercenary motives.
You detest Glyde because he's a baronet! You hate rank and family.
What a radical you are! You are entirely wrong, sir, in supposing that I speak from any prejudice against Sir Percival Glyde! For heaven's sake, Gilmore, don't shake the room! Any respectable solicitor will inform you that it's against all rule to abandon the lady's money entirely to the man she marries, as it gives the husband a vested interest in the wife's demise! Would he really, Gilmore? If he said anything half so horrid, I do assure you I should tinkle my little bell for Louis and have him sent out of the house immediately.
I am to understand, then, that you are firm in your determination.
I'm so glad we understand each other at last.
Please, sit down again.
Without! Ooooh Since my nieces are suitably absent today, I have taken it upon myself to invite Sir Percival's solicitor to join us.
- What?! - So that we can have the matter settled at last.
Mr Merriman! Good day, gentlemen.
Ma'am, a message for you.
- What are you doing here? - I had to see you.
Is there any news of that letter and Sir Percival? Ye Yes, yeah.
He's been cleared of all blame concerning Anne Catherick.
Do you believe him? I don't know if it's in my mind, if I'm being paranoid because I doubted Sir Percival, but .
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I feel I'm being watched, wherever I go, whatever I do.
Walter, enough! I believe him! And the wedding will go ahead.
You cannot accept this.
You are consigning your sister to a marriage, when you know she will be unhappy.
I am not consigning my sister to anything! I'm I'm trying to help her.
Just pl Just go! For all of our sakes, please.
I've been offered work in Honduras.
I was unsure whether to accept, but now my mind is made up.
I'm sorry for that.
- I must talk to her.
- Walt Walter, ple! You're here.
I'm leaving the country.
I came to say goodbye.
You're going away, and I'm to be married.
We shall both lead new lives.
I do not wish for a new life -- I wish for you to be happy.
Don't hold me -- it makes it worse.
Laura! - I'm sorry.
- I have to go, goodbye.
These terms are extortionate.
They are frankly outrageous.
And what is the hurry for the wedding? At least wait until she is 21 and she can make up her own mind about her fortune and future.
They are the only terms on which my client will settle, and they are perfectly reasonable to any Englishman, Mr Fairlie.
May I suggest we settle now, sir? I am begging you, Mr Fairlie, I am begging you.
Miss Fairlie looks up to you as her guardian and will respect your decision, but hold off for a few days before giving in.
What's going on? Whose carriage is that? They're fighting, about settlements and wedding dates and What? You cannot let them have this.
All justice is against it.
On the contrary! Unless we are entering a new age of barbarism, justice dictates a man must have rights over the marital property.
Let us settle the matter.
Sign, Mr Fairlie, and put it behind us.
I quite agree, Mr Merriman -- let us put it behind us.
It cannot be debated forever.
There .
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it is done.
Now .
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do go down and let my lazy beasts of servants give you both a good dinner! Mr Gilmore? Good afternoon.
Marian, your uncle's utterly impossible.
I'm very much afraid that the wedding date is to be brought forward.
I am sorry.
How dare you, sir.
How dare you conduct our business behind our backs! I hope your collection is devoured by flames.
22nd of September.
My duty is done.
Is it? Your uncle and Sir Percival have agreed to the 22nd of September for your wedding date.
So soon I shall go back and tell him that he cannot have it.
- It's too late, Marian - It's not a minute too late! The question of time is our question -- not theirs.
It will only involve us in more trouble and more confusion.
Are you to break your heart to set their minds at ease? No man under heaven deserves these sacrifices from us women.
Men are the enemies of our innocence and peace, they drag us from our parents' love, our sisters' friendship, they they take us body and soul for themselves and fasten our helpless lives to theirs as they, as they chain a dog to a kennel! And what do the best of them give us in return? No.
No, let me leave, I'm mad when I think of it! All your love and courage and devotion will not alter what must happen sooner or later.
Tell him I consent to the date.
Laura consents to the 22nd of September! Goodnight, Sir Percival.
We have yet to talk of our honeymoon.
Oh I have organised a tour of Italy for three months.
Three months? You're not pleased? What of Marian? My dear .
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I expect her to be with us every step of the way.
Oh! She would love to travel.
Thank you, Sir Percival! For your kindness to both of us.
Stay with me tonight.
Like we used to when Mama died.
At least we have Italy together.
And even after it .
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we can still have times like this when we're living at Blackwater.
Yes.
There must be.
Sleep now.
Rest.
Can I come in? My wedding gift to you.
Miss Halcombe, might I say how splendid you look.
Oh And you.
I've heard the plans for the honeymoon.
Three months in Italy.
I'm, er Well, I'm very grateful.
We shan't miss a single fresco.
Ah, Miss Halcombe Erm I've been reflecting This will be the first time we will spend together as man and wife, creating that sacred bond.
I hope you will you forgive me, but my feeling now is that Laura and I should travel alone.
I see.
Er And you will be gone for the full three months? Well, you wouldn't want your sister to miss anything, would you? No.
When we return, we shall live as one family.
I very much look forward to it.
Thank you for your understanding.
I'm an only child, but I am glad that, soon, I shall have a sister.
A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs Vesey.
I've heard of your tireless devotion to the two young ladies since their mother's death.
They are dear girls, and the late Mrs Fairlie would be so delighted for the splendid match that Laura is making.
Now if you'll forgive me, Count, I must see to the preparation of the wedding breakfast! Of course, please.
Miss Halcombe? The bride is perhaps in danger of being eclipsed by her sister.
Oh It's just a dress.
I should introduce myself.
I'm Count Isidoro Octavio Fosco of Sicily.
So happy to be in my dear new country of England.
Count Fosco.
You're married to Laura's aunt.
Yes, and a dear friend of Sir Percival.
I hear you will be joining us at his beautiful Blackwater Park, where I wish you and I to be also good friends.
I hope so too.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Cosi sia.
She's perfect, Percy, absolutely perfect.
Is this the letter you received from Laura Fairlie? A simple yes or no, Mrs Vesey.
Yes.
"I am in sad distress and anxiety "and I may come to your house tomorrow night and ask for a bed.
"I cannot tell you what is the matter in this letter.
"I write it in such fear of my life that I can fix my mind on nothing.
" I'm not sure that I am able.
"Pray be at home to see me.
"I will give you a thousand kisses, and tell you everything.
"Your affectionate Laura.
" She never arrived.
Welcome to Blackwater, Miss Halcombe.
Heel! Heel! They're expected later.
Would you like to leave a message? No, no, I was just passing.
How is the bride? I meet her tonight for the first time.
A most fair lady, they say.
- Of course.
He'd settle for nothing less.
- Mm.
Should you see or hear anything of my daughter - .
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would you let me know? - Of course, ma'am.
Heel.
Uh, there's .
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there's no need to tell Sir Percival of my coming here.
Heel! Heel! Mrs Michelson asked me to tell you Sir Percival and Lady Glyde are expected later today.
Thank you very much.
You can Yes, just leave it there, thank you.
Laura Marian How was it? Wonderful.
It was wonderful.
The light in Venice, Marian Miss Halcombe, how wonderful to see you again.
Such a welcome.
Such a precious homecoming.
Count Fosco.
Your beauty always surprises me, Miss Halcombe.
Yes, very natural.
- Marian.
- Madam Fosco.
Ah, Sir Percival Miss Halcombe.
- Welcome home! - Thank you.
I'm, er, very glad to be here.
Yes, indeed.
One large, happy family.
Hmm Well, come on.
Let's have a celebratory drink.
Thank heavens we can imbibe some decent wine again, hmm? Percival, shall we meet you all in an hour? Of course, my love.
So, was all a success? Torcello was beautiful, but I think probably Florence was my favourite.
I lit a candle for you in every church.
And did the Count accompany you, with your aunt? We only met up with them in Paris.
She's very changed.
Don't you think? Yes, she's quite subdued.
- But you've been well? - Yes, I have.
I enjoyed your letters.
And I yours.
You write just as you see it.
I simply reply.
So, this is our home now You will love it here, won't you? We both shall.
I expect true married life starts here in many ways.
And is there any other news from anyone? No.
I shall suppose he is happy and well and getting on in his profession.
I must change for supper.
That town has suffered much in the past, with the fighting.
Which town hasn't -- anywhere? This wet island, actually.
Yeah, not since the savage Romans looted us! You mock my Latin roots.
But where I come from, people are passionate enough to kill for their beliefs.
And we are not? Forgive me, but there is something in the English that is curiously cold.
Some break the mould.
Miss Halcombe, for instance.
Sorry? Yes, you have the blood of a lioness -- I can see that.
Laura, taste this wine.
Excellent! Have you had the opportunity to savour wine from Piedmont, Miss Halcombe? No, I haven't.
Ah, what pleasure awaits you! My wife has no idea of pleasure.
But she can play so beautifully.
Do you share Lady Glyde's ability, Miss Halcombe? No.
I leave this amiable attribute to the rest of my sex.
Ladies, would you care to retire? Fosco, have a brandy with me outside.
I need some air.
I will kiss your wife's hand, if you do not.
Your charms are lost on Lady Glyde.
What a delight it is to spend time with you, Miss Halcombe.
Mrs Michelsen! Mrs Mich What are you laughing at? That's Baxter's doings, that is.
Who's this brute that you call Baxter? Baxter is the keeper, and when he finds strange dogs hunting about, he shoots 'em.
Go and get Mrs Michelsen immediately.
That dog will die.
It's keeper's duty, miss.
Shh, shh, shh.
It's OK, it's OK.
Oh, bless me! The poor creature.
Shh, shh, shh The woman that was here yesterday -- it's her dog, isn't it? It must be.
Go about your business, Margaret.
Did you know her? I never seen her before yesterday.
I'd heard of her, of course, because I'd heard of Sir Percival's kindness in putting her daughter under medical care.
That woman was Mrs Catherick, Anne's mother? Yes, Miss Halcombe.
She came looking for her daughter who may have been seen in our neighbourhood.
- Did she find her? - No.
She said not to concern Sir Percival with her visit, or talk of Anne.
He worries so about the poor girl.
Fanny, leave us.
Are you happy here? I am.
I'll come to you tonight.
Very well.
Uh, I have some business for us to attend to before midday.
Join me in the drawing room at that time.
Welcome to Blackwater, Lady Glyde.
Lady Glyde gains too much confidence from Miss Halcombe.
Then I'll separate them.
- Did you follow me here? - A man may walk in his own grounds, may he not? We talk of murder, and here is blood.
I will not be commanded -- not by my wife.
You have no idea what I've had to endure.
Lady Glyde.
I would wish to speak with you for a moment, please.
Come.
There is nothing to fear.
I'm not afraid.
I would never tell you! I'll crush your obstinacy! You better take care how you treat your wife.
No, I've got to go back to Laura.
Sign it.
A moment.
I would wish it forever.
What do you know about my past?!
I'm Marian Halcombe.
My half-sister is Miss Fairlie.
So good to possess you at Limmeridge House, Mr Hartright.
May I trust you? What? There was a woman, and there were these two men pursuing her -- they claimed her to be dangerous.
She is deranged and escaped from the asylum.
It's particularly odd seeing your sister dressed in white.
There was a similarity between the two of them You're being reckless, forgetting yourself And have you never forgotten yourself? I'm not in the same position as you.
Laura's engaged to be married.
His name's Sir Percival Glyde.
Wait! My sister has just received a spiteful anonymous letter from - someone trying to unnerve her about her wedding.
- I never wrote it! It was Percival Glyde who locked me up in that asylum.
He has done terrible things, and he will do worse! And you negotiated the settlement for the marriage between Sir Percival Glyde and Miss Laura Fairlie? So that's what this is all about Just answer the question, Mr Gilmore.
Yes.
To my great sadness.
I will never understand how Philip Fairlie could leave the fate of his daughter in the hands of such a man.
I am aware that you like Tennyson, so I wanted you to have this.
You're very kind.
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words like nature half reveal And half conceal the soul within.
I have never encountered anything that captures sadness so well.
Ah, Mr, Hartright.
May I introduce Sir Percival Glyde.
Mr Hartright .
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if I may say so, this house has been extremely fortunate to find you as a tutor.
Miss Fairlie's new paintings show an enormous improvement.
You are too generous.
Well, when Miss Fairlie and I are married, perhaps you will honour us by coming to Blackwater, on occasion, and continuing the tuition? May I suggest that we all change for dinner? I've seen Anne Catherick.
- She's alive? - Yes.
She is my woman in white, there is no doubt of it.
- Did you speak to her? - I did.
And I'm sure she wrote the letter.
Why? What possessed her to frighten Laura and slander Sir Percival? She says it was Glyde who locked her away in the asylum.
- What? - She's utterly terrified of him, Marian.
You would pity her if you saw her.
N No.
No.
No, no, I cannot accept that.
That It's utter madness.
Glyde is a man that Laura's father loved and respected.
I think you would believe her if you spoke to her.
Before you let this marriage proceed, - you have to know what part Sir Percival has played - Shhh! (.
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in Anne's life, why she was put in the asylum.
) And why she's trying to warn Laura about him Miss Halcombe.
- Are you changing for dinner? - Yes.
- Will you be joining us, Mr Hartright? - No.
I must return to my work for Mr Fairlie.
Of course.
And that's why we think this letter is a concern, Mr Gilmore.
I agree, that's certainly a very strange business.
We will certainly jump to no hasty conclusions either way, Marian.
Sir Percival stands very high, an eminent reputation That does not place him above suspicion.
No-one is above suspicion, but there are some elements of this case that are unhappily common -- anonymous letters, an unfortunate woman, sad state of society.
I beg you, sir, please do not consider this case as merely the sad state of society.
Just so.
You're a young man and take the romantic view.
I am older and take the rational.
But I assure you both of one thing -- Sir Percival's account of these matters must be as solid as this table to satisfy me.
Now, Marian, we are agreed, are we not? Laura shall hear no more of this until we are in a better position to know the truth of these allegations.
Miss Halcombe, your uncle wishes a word with you very urgently.
Tell him I'll be there in a minute.
He insisted you come at once.
Go, my dear.
As I say, I will speak to Sir Percival and find out the truth of the matter.
You cannot! It's unfair and it's vicious.
No, it is straightforward.
And, what's more, it is just.
Just? To fling him from your house, like some thief or beggar? Hartright has entirely neglected his duties here.
The matters are far worse than that.
It's come to my attention that the man has dared to pursue a wicked and improper liaison with my niece, Laura.
Nothing improper has occurred.
Don't try to deny it! It is a blatant abuse of the trust we have placed in him.
- At least give him a week's notice! - Out of the question.
I've no intention of letting him anywhere near my rooms again.
Sir Percival is here to discuss the marriage, and if Hartright is not gone by this evening, he will be forcibly removed from the premises.
This is monstrous! Distressing, certainly! It's taken a great toll on me.
Mr Hartright.
Mr Fairlie has sent me to end your engagement here.
He's already told the servants to prepare for your immediate departure.
Our ways must part.
I'm sorry.
Marian, we have to pursue what we have discovered about Sir Percival.
You did not see how terrified Anne was! Walter, she's engaged to be married.
I I'm sorry, Walter, I really am.
Before I go, I must say goodbye to Laura.
Miss Fairlie.
Mr Hartright.
I hope I'm not intruding.
It's no intrusion.
Your uncle .
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he's asked me to leave.
Leave? Today.
I've come to say goodbye.
If you should ever need me, Laura I shall be leaving on the hour.
Will you be there? Of course.
I shall be there.
Good day.
Miss Fairlie, would you care to join us in the drawing room? There's something I wish to discuss.
Of course.
But first, I must meet Marian outside.
Good.
Then that is settled, cos she is also joining us.
Come.
Drive on.
Is Mr Hartright still here? He just left.
Oh! I cannot tell you how much I regret that, because I really Forgive me.
May I be excused? - I'll come with you.
- No, please, I shall be all right presently.
Stay.
- Should we call a doctor? - No.
No, no, no.
She's fine, she's just tired.
Then, we should proceed.
Yes, yes, of course, if you are sure.
Erm .
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I read the letter.
It is indeed an enormous regret that Mr Hartright is not here because I wanted to learn all I could about his encounter with Anne Catherick.
It is my urgent wish that she is found without delay.
Do you know her? Yes, I do know her.
Her mother was a faithful servant for my family, and so I determined never to lose sight of her, in consideration of her past services.
She had the double misfortune of having a child .
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who was not of a sound mind and a husband who deserted her.
As Anne grew older, the symptoms of her mental affliction only increased, and so it became a necessity to place her under proper care.
Her mother wanted to save her the embarrassment of a public asylum, so she made an appeal to me, and I paid for a private one.
To my great regret, she developed a confused hatred for everyone who had placed her under restraint, including her mother and myself.
And until that poor child is found, she is a danger to everyone.
Well, then, we should all hope that she is found.
And, as you, Sir Percival, are a gentleman and a man of standing, I imagine that ends the matter.
No it does not.
Miss Halcombe .
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I have a special obligation to you and your sister.
I hope, Sir Percival, you don't think I mistrust you? No, but I think I owe it to you to prove what I have said.
So I have provided Mr Gilmore with Anne's mother's address.
May I ask that you write to her and ask her anything at all that you may wish.
I want you to be reassured that Anne's mother confirms my account in every detail.
I will leave it up to you, of course, to decide what to tell your sister.
I see no reason to trouble Laura.
The letter was obviously intended .
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to poison your sister's feelings towards me.
I hope it has not had the desired effect.
You didn't take the letter seriously? Of course I took it seriously.
You have to understand that, on the face of it, Sir Percival was .
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well, a He was a gentleman and a man of honour, and had I had the knowledge I have now .
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no doubt I would've taken a different course of action.
What was Sir Percival's response? No, no! It is my firm belief that a wedding should be a merry affair.
Those of today are far too solemn.
You must know the kind of thing I mean, Mr Gilmore.
Erm "One could whistle and one could sing" "And one could play on the violin "Such joy there was at my wedding.
" Exactly, exactly Been looking forward to seeing your paintings.
You must be tired.
Miss Halcombe We were asking if you agreed, Miss Halcombe.
Er Yes, of course.
I fear you have not heard a word.
If you and your sister have so little to say, we may as well declare ourselves lost to the mercy of our own company and let you retire to the drawing room.
My sincerest apologies.
Yes, of course, we shall see you in the drawing room.
Laura.
Ah, Miss Halcombe.
Beautiful morning, is it not? Might I suggest we take advantage of the day? I seem to remember you like riding.
Don't make me insist, dear Miss Halcombe.
Yes.
Why not? Take pity on me, Miss Halcombe, I am not such a young man.
I don't believe you need my pity, sir.
I must say, it's refreshing to be in the company of two young women who are so untouched by artifice and convention.
Come on.
We, er We must talk, at some point, of the impending marriage and the arrangements afterwards.
I very much hope you will be a part of our lives, Miss Halcombe.
Thank you.
I believe that's Laura's wish too.
Well, then, we will return to the subject in due course.
But now I fear I must ask you to tell me about Mr Hartright.
What of him? Well, he left rather abruptly, did he not? I'm quite sure, Sir Percival, that you're aware that he was dismissed.
Yes.
So, may I be candid with you, Miss Halcombe? It's about your sister.
You may be candid as long as you don't expect me to be impartial.
I spoke with your uncle, who indicated there were several reasons for Mr Hartright's dismissal.
They involved more than the neglect of his work.
Moreover, I would be insensitive if I had not noticed a change in Miss Fairlie's manner.
I'm correct, am I not? You presume too much.
Besides, I cannot speak for her.
She takes her father's dying wish very seriously.
I hope it will be her wish too.
Of course.
Come on.
No word from Mrs Catherick? I'm sure we'll hear soon enough.
Is something troubling you? Sir Percival has asked Laura to reflect on the reasons for their marriage.
Hardly an onerous request.
No.
But I hope the letter arrives soon, to alleviate the doubt surrounding Sir Percival's character.
Marian, I have always tried my best to support you and your sister, so will you hear me now? Of course.
We must get back to the real world.
If Laura were to give up a perfectly proper and desirable match, it would be reckless and foolish.
You wouldn't wish her to be unhappy, would you? Of course not.
But any temporary upset of this kind can easily pass.
But if it were a man .
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he'd be able to choose whomever he wished.
Of suitable rank.
Whilst pursuing any other needs he had, elsewhere.
You are cynical, Marian.
I'm merely an observer of men.
Will you come into the drawing room, Laura? Thank you, but I shall retire soon.
Of course.
You seemed a little distracted at dinner.
Your head is filled with painting, perhaps? No.
Sometimes, when I've been painting a lot in the day, I can seem a touch distant.
Sometimes on my journey's here, I think about you and just for a moment, your face escapes me, and it terrifies me.
I'm impatient.
Forgive me.
I want to see you beside me.
It's been a long engagement.
Too long.
Laura Yes, Sir Percival? I've asked you, please stop using my title.
I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.
Call me what you will, Laura.
Goodnight, Sir Percival.
It's been a long engagement I want to see you beside me Marian, I can bear it no longer! What is it, Laura? I know I can never claim my release .
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but I can tell Sir Percival the truth with my own lips and when he hears all, he will understand the wedding is impossible.
- He has a right to know! - He has not the shadow of a right to know! I believe he does.
I-I will not lie to him.
Laura! Laura, you cannot tell him.
Please don't be angry with me, Marian.
Let me speak to him in your presence.
It will ease my heart to tell the truth.
Miss Fairlie, Miss Halcombe.
Please, sit down with us, Sir Percival.
I wish to speak to you on a subject that is very important to us both.
My sister is here because her presence helps me and gives me confidence.
But know that I speak from my own thoughts and not from hers.
There is a change in me.
A change which is serious enough to justify you breaking off our engagement.
What kind of change? I believe the fondest and truest of all affections is the affection a woman ought to bear to her husband.
When our engagement began, that affection was mine to give and yours to win.
Will you pardon me, Sir Percival, if I acknowledge that is not so any longer? I believe I have said more than enough to justify you withdrawing from your engagement.
You have said more than enough to make it the dearest object of my life to KEEP the engagement.
You understand, sir, that I may be your true and faithful wife .
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but I will never be your loving wife? Do not think me heartless enough to resign a woman who has just proved herself to be the noblest of her sex.
The least you can offer is more than I can hope for from any other woman in the world.
"Dear Marian, London feels so empty since "I returned from Limmeridge.
"I try to paint, but my mind is consumed by thoughts of Laura "and of Anne Catherick.
"I am drawn back to the heath, night after night, "in the hope of finding her.
"But there is no trace of her anywhere.
" "The more I look for her, the more I feel that I'm being watched.
" "Does Sir Percival not want her to be found?" "I keep thinking about what he might have done to her, "or what her life must have been.
" "Is there any news from Mrs Catherick?" "There's no word as yet, "but I am keeping a close eye on Sir Percival during his visit.
"Please, my friend, do not let these thoughts overwhelm you.
" "You must live your own life, Walter.
" Well, if you try a little harder, maybe tonight could be your lucky night too.
I do not wish to try, you know this.
You look terrible, my friend.
Like a man whose dog has just died.
I've been trying to work but it's impossible.
Painting seems futile to me now.
- What do you want from me?! - Whoa, my friend, he's a stranger! Who sent you?! Who sent you?! Answer me! Enough! Hey, hey, hey Calma, calma.
Calm, my friend.
Relax.
Let's drink, huh? - Oh, Marian.
- Mrs Catherick has written.
She, er She confirms everything that Sir Percival told us.
"He's behaved throughout with the utmost charity "and kindness to my poor child.
"We owe him a great deal.
" Well, that seems to settle the matter.
- Sir Percival is cleared of the slightest suspicion.
- Yes.
It is a great relief.
The wedding will go ahead.
Laura must have rest.
She needs support.
Try to bring her back to herself, Marian.
Laura? Laura, it's me.
Open the door.
Will you lock the door behind you? - You never lock this door.
- It's no matter.
Laura If anything should happen to me .
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please give this to Walter.
Would you take it and put it somewhere I shall never see it, please? Nothing is ever going to happen to you.
But if it should .
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throw it all away, except for his album.
Send it to him .
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with a lock of my hair in it .
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and say what I could never say for myself.
Tell him I loved him.
I am to be Sir Percival's wife.
My new life starts today.
Acting on behalf of my client, Sir Percival Glyde, we asked that Miss Fairlie's entire inheritance go to Sir Percival Glyde in the event of his .
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what we believed was the very unlikely event of his surviving Lady Glyde.
This marriage was nothing more than a financial transaction.
We refused to compromise on this point and gave the Fairlies two days to capitulate.
If you stand firm, Sir Percival must give way .
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or it lays him open to the base imputation of marrying Miss Fairlie entirely from mercenary motives.
You detest Glyde because he's a baronet! You hate rank and family.
What a radical you are! You are entirely wrong, sir, in supposing that I speak from any prejudice against Sir Percival Glyde! For heaven's sake, Gilmore, don't shake the room! Any respectable solicitor will inform you that it's against all rule to abandon the lady's money entirely to the man she marries, as it gives the husband a vested interest in the wife's demise! Would he really, Gilmore? If he said anything half so horrid, I do assure you I should tinkle my little bell for Louis and have him sent out of the house immediately.
I am to understand, then, that you are firm in your determination.
I'm so glad we understand each other at last.
Please, sit down again.
Without! Ooooh Since my nieces are suitably absent today, I have taken it upon myself to invite Sir Percival's solicitor to join us.
- What?! - So that we can have the matter settled at last.
Mr Merriman! Good day, gentlemen.
Ma'am, a message for you.
- What are you doing here? - I had to see you.
Is there any news of that letter and Sir Percival? Ye Yes, yeah.
He's been cleared of all blame concerning Anne Catherick.
Do you believe him? I don't know if it's in my mind, if I'm being paranoid because I doubted Sir Percival, but .
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I feel I'm being watched, wherever I go, whatever I do.
Walter, enough! I believe him! And the wedding will go ahead.
You cannot accept this.
You are consigning your sister to a marriage, when you know she will be unhappy.
I am not consigning my sister to anything! I'm I'm trying to help her.
Just pl Just go! For all of our sakes, please.
I've been offered work in Honduras.
I was unsure whether to accept, but now my mind is made up.
I'm sorry for that.
- I must talk to her.
- Walt Walter, ple! You're here.
I'm leaving the country.
I came to say goodbye.
You're going away, and I'm to be married.
We shall both lead new lives.
I do not wish for a new life -- I wish for you to be happy.
Don't hold me -- it makes it worse.
Laura! - I'm sorry.
- I have to go, goodbye.
These terms are extortionate.
They are frankly outrageous.
And what is the hurry for the wedding? At least wait until she is 21 and she can make up her own mind about her fortune and future.
They are the only terms on which my client will settle, and they are perfectly reasonable to any Englishman, Mr Fairlie.
May I suggest we settle now, sir? I am begging you, Mr Fairlie, I am begging you.
Miss Fairlie looks up to you as her guardian and will respect your decision, but hold off for a few days before giving in.
What's going on? Whose carriage is that? They're fighting, about settlements and wedding dates and What? You cannot let them have this.
All justice is against it.
On the contrary! Unless we are entering a new age of barbarism, justice dictates a man must have rights over the marital property.
Let us settle the matter.
Sign, Mr Fairlie, and put it behind us.
I quite agree, Mr Merriman -- let us put it behind us.
It cannot be debated forever.
There .
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it is done.
Now .
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do go down and let my lazy beasts of servants give you both a good dinner! Mr Gilmore? Good afternoon.
Marian, your uncle's utterly impossible.
I'm very much afraid that the wedding date is to be brought forward.
I am sorry.
How dare you, sir.
How dare you conduct our business behind our backs! I hope your collection is devoured by flames.
22nd of September.
My duty is done.
Is it? Your uncle and Sir Percival have agreed to the 22nd of September for your wedding date.
So soon I shall go back and tell him that he cannot have it.
- It's too late, Marian - It's not a minute too late! The question of time is our question -- not theirs.
It will only involve us in more trouble and more confusion.
Are you to break your heart to set their minds at ease? No man under heaven deserves these sacrifices from us women.
Men are the enemies of our innocence and peace, they drag us from our parents' love, our sisters' friendship, they they take us body and soul for themselves and fasten our helpless lives to theirs as they, as they chain a dog to a kennel! And what do the best of them give us in return? No.
No, let me leave, I'm mad when I think of it! All your love and courage and devotion will not alter what must happen sooner or later.
Tell him I consent to the date.
Laura consents to the 22nd of September! Goodnight, Sir Percival.
We have yet to talk of our honeymoon.
Oh I have organised a tour of Italy for three months.
Three months? You're not pleased? What of Marian? My dear .
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I expect her to be with us every step of the way.
Oh! She would love to travel.
Thank you, Sir Percival! For your kindness to both of us.
Stay with me tonight.
Like we used to when Mama died.
At least we have Italy together.
And even after it .
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we can still have times like this when we're living at Blackwater.
Yes.
There must be.
Sleep now.
Rest.
Can I come in? My wedding gift to you.
Miss Halcombe, might I say how splendid you look.
Oh And you.
I've heard the plans for the honeymoon.
Three months in Italy.
I'm, er Well, I'm very grateful.
We shan't miss a single fresco.
Ah, Miss Halcombe Erm I've been reflecting This will be the first time we will spend together as man and wife, creating that sacred bond.
I hope you will you forgive me, but my feeling now is that Laura and I should travel alone.
I see.
Er And you will be gone for the full three months? Well, you wouldn't want your sister to miss anything, would you? No.
When we return, we shall live as one family.
I very much look forward to it.
Thank you for your understanding.
I'm an only child, but I am glad that, soon, I shall have a sister.
A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs Vesey.
I've heard of your tireless devotion to the two young ladies since their mother's death.
They are dear girls, and the late Mrs Fairlie would be so delighted for the splendid match that Laura is making.
Now if you'll forgive me, Count, I must see to the preparation of the wedding breakfast! Of course, please.
Miss Halcombe? The bride is perhaps in danger of being eclipsed by her sister.
Oh It's just a dress.
I should introduce myself.
I'm Count Isidoro Octavio Fosco of Sicily.
So happy to be in my dear new country of England.
Count Fosco.
You're married to Laura's aunt.
Yes, and a dear friend of Sir Percival.
I hear you will be joining us at his beautiful Blackwater Park, where I wish you and I to be also good friends.
I hope so too.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Cosi sia.
She's perfect, Percy, absolutely perfect.
Is this the letter you received from Laura Fairlie? A simple yes or no, Mrs Vesey.
Yes.
"I am in sad distress and anxiety "and I may come to your house tomorrow night and ask for a bed.
"I cannot tell you what is the matter in this letter.
"I write it in such fear of my life that I can fix my mind on nothing.
" I'm not sure that I am able.
"Pray be at home to see me.
"I will give you a thousand kisses, and tell you everything.
"Your affectionate Laura.
" She never arrived.
Welcome to Blackwater, Miss Halcombe.
Heel! Heel! They're expected later.
Would you like to leave a message? No, no, I was just passing.
How is the bride? I meet her tonight for the first time.
A most fair lady, they say.
- Of course.
He'd settle for nothing less.
- Mm.
Should you see or hear anything of my daughter - .
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would you let me know? - Of course, ma'am.
Heel.
Uh, there's .
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there's no need to tell Sir Percival of my coming here.
Heel! Heel! Mrs Michelson asked me to tell you Sir Percival and Lady Glyde are expected later today.
Thank you very much.
You can Yes, just leave it there, thank you.
Laura Marian How was it? Wonderful.
It was wonderful.
The light in Venice, Marian Miss Halcombe, how wonderful to see you again.
Such a welcome.
Such a precious homecoming.
Count Fosco.
Your beauty always surprises me, Miss Halcombe.
Yes, very natural.
- Marian.
- Madam Fosco.
Ah, Sir Percival Miss Halcombe.
- Welcome home! - Thank you.
I'm, er, very glad to be here.
Yes, indeed.
One large, happy family.
Hmm Well, come on.
Let's have a celebratory drink.
Thank heavens we can imbibe some decent wine again, hmm? Percival, shall we meet you all in an hour? Of course, my love.
So, was all a success? Torcello was beautiful, but I think probably Florence was my favourite.
I lit a candle for you in every church.
And did the Count accompany you, with your aunt? We only met up with them in Paris.
She's very changed.
Don't you think? Yes, she's quite subdued.
- But you've been well? - Yes, I have.
I enjoyed your letters.
And I yours.
You write just as you see it.
I simply reply.
So, this is our home now You will love it here, won't you? We both shall.
I expect true married life starts here in many ways.
And is there any other news from anyone? No.
I shall suppose he is happy and well and getting on in his profession.
I must change for supper.
That town has suffered much in the past, with the fighting.
Which town hasn't -- anywhere? This wet island, actually.
Yeah, not since the savage Romans looted us! You mock my Latin roots.
But where I come from, people are passionate enough to kill for their beliefs.
And we are not? Forgive me, but there is something in the English that is curiously cold.
Some break the mould.
Miss Halcombe, for instance.
Sorry? Yes, you have the blood of a lioness -- I can see that.
Laura, taste this wine.
Excellent! Have you had the opportunity to savour wine from Piedmont, Miss Halcombe? No, I haven't.
Ah, what pleasure awaits you! My wife has no idea of pleasure.
But she can play so beautifully.
Do you share Lady Glyde's ability, Miss Halcombe? No.
I leave this amiable attribute to the rest of my sex.
Ladies, would you care to retire? Fosco, have a brandy with me outside.
I need some air.
I will kiss your wife's hand, if you do not.
Your charms are lost on Lady Glyde.
What a delight it is to spend time with you, Miss Halcombe.
Mrs Michelsen! Mrs Mich What are you laughing at? That's Baxter's doings, that is.
Who's this brute that you call Baxter? Baxter is the keeper, and when he finds strange dogs hunting about, he shoots 'em.
Go and get Mrs Michelsen immediately.
That dog will die.
It's keeper's duty, miss.
Shh, shh, shh.
It's OK, it's OK.
Oh, bless me! The poor creature.
Shh, shh, shh The woman that was here yesterday -- it's her dog, isn't it? It must be.
Go about your business, Margaret.
Did you know her? I never seen her before yesterday.
I'd heard of her, of course, because I'd heard of Sir Percival's kindness in putting her daughter under medical care.
That woman was Mrs Catherick, Anne's mother? Yes, Miss Halcombe.
She came looking for her daughter who may have been seen in our neighbourhood.
- Did she find her? - No.
She said not to concern Sir Percival with her visit, or talk of Anne.
He worries so about the poor girl.
Fanny, leave us.
Are you happy here? I am.
I'll come to you tonight.
Very well.
Uh, I have some business for us to attend to before midday.
Join me in the drawing room at that time.
Welcome to Blackwater, Lady Glyde.
Lady Glyde gains too much confidence from Miss Halcombe.
Then I'll separate them.
- Did you follow me here? - A man may walk in his own grounds, may he not? We talk of murder, and here is blood.
I will not be commanded -- not by my wife.
You have no idea what I've had to endure.
Lady Glyde.
I would wish to speak with you for a moment, please.
Come.
There is nothing to fear.
I'm not afraid.
I would never tell you! I'll crush your obstinacy! You better take care how you treat your wife.
No, I've got to go back to Laura.
Sign it.
A moment.
I would wish it forever.
What do you know about my past?!