01x03 - Episode 3

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Come to your marks.

Marianne, it's too early.

Come back to bed. You'll catch cold.
This will be soon done.

Marianne, could I ask...?

No, Elinor! Ask nothing!

You will know everything by and by.

Oh, what a crush
of people there was last evening.

I don't wonder you left early,
I was close to fainting myself!

Dear Charlotte should not have been
there, so close to her confinement,

but she would go.
She loves an evening party so.

Mr Palmer said he'd as soon be
in the Black Hole of Calcutta!

Now, what about Mr W?

what will he think of you?
you wait a week to see him

and then run home before
you've spoke two words to him?

Come now, try one
of these soused herrings.

No, thank you, ma'am. Well,
shall cook grill you a chop, then?

A fine, big girl like you
and not eat anything?

Ah, here come's the post.

Two for you, ma'am, and...
one for Miss Marianne Dashwood.

I hope you find it
to your liking, Miss!

Oh, dear. Well, I hope he don't
keep her waiting much longer,

for it's quite grievous to see her
looking so pale and peaky.

I hope there's nothing wrong
between her and Mr W?

Just a little lover's tiff?

Marianne and Mr Willoughby
are not lovers, ma'am.

And the moon is made
of green cheese

Come come, Miss Elinor,
I wasn't born yesterday...

Truly, ma'am, you are mistaken.

If you will excuse me,
I will go to her.

Oh, Elinor, it's the worst...

worse than I ever imagined.
It's as if I never knew him.

"My dear Madam, I am very much
concerned to find there was anything

"in my behaviour last night
that did not meet your approbation.

"If I have been so unfortunate
as to give rise to a belief of more

"than I felt,
I entreat your forgiveness.

"My affections have been
long engaged elsewhere.

"I return your letters
as you request,

"with the lock of hair you obligingly
bestowed on me. I am, dear Madam..."

I can't understand it, Elinor!

We were like two halves
of the same soul.

It's contemptible.

Marianne, if this is what he is
truly like, you are well rid of him.

Just think, if your engagement had
been carried on for months, before
he decided to put an end to it.

There was no engagement.

What?!

He is not so unworthy
as you believe him.

But he told you he loved you?

Yes...

No.

Never in so many words,
but everything he said...and did.

He knew I loved him
and he made me think he loved me.

You do believe me, Elinor?
Of course I do.

I saw you together. No-one could
have doubted that you were in love.

Oh, Elinor, I must go home.

Can we go tomorrow?

Tomorrow? Yes.

I only came here for Willoughby's
sake, and now who cares for me?

All your friends care for you, and it
would be impossible to go tomorrow,

we owe Mrs Jennings more than that.

Another few days, but I can't bear
to stay in London longer.

DOOR OPENS

How are you, my dear?

Poor thing, she looks very bad.

Charlotte is downstairs -
it is all over town.

He's to be a married to
a Miss Grey with £50,000.

MARIANNE SOBS

Well, I wish with all my soul
she'll plague his heart out.

Dear Marianne, exert yourself.

Happy Elinor, you have
no idea of what I suffer!

MARIANNE SOBS

Oh, Miss Dashwood, what a calamity!

Is she distressed? My sister
is not well, Miss Steele,
and keeps to her room.

But such old friends as Lucy and me,
she'd see us. We'd never speak
a word about...

But what filthy beasts
these men are!

There was a Dr Davies who paid me
attention coming up in the coach,

though I never set store by it.
Now he's gone without as a word,

so your sister's not the only one
cast aside like an old shoe.

Anne! Hold your tongue.

Tell your sister
I feel for her in her distress.

To be jilted and spurned
after giving her love so very freely.

Fortunately, we know
a man who is too honourable
to stoop to such conduct, don't we?

Are they gone? Yes.

Thank you.

Will you write to Mamma?

Yes...directly, if you wish.

Oh, it's Colonel Brandon.

I can't see him, Elinor.

Tell him I can't see him.

'Miss Dashwood, I have something
to tell you which I think
your sister should know.'

Do you remember a conversation
I had with you once, when I said

your sister Marianne reminded me
of someone I once knew?

I do remember.

She was a relation of mine.

We grew up together as children.

It is impossible
to convey to you what...

..I believe we were
everything to each other.

At my father's insistence,
she was married to my elder brother.

But he had no regard for her...

and his pleasures were not
what they ought to have been.

I was in the East Indies
when I heard of their divorce.

When I came back to England
I searched for her everywhere.

Finally, I found her
in a pauper's hospital...dying.

And she had a child...

..a little girl, three years old,
who became my ward.

What age is she now?

She is but 15 years old.

Imprudently, as it turned out,
I allowed her to go to Bath to
stay with the family of a friend.

Last February,

she suddenly disappeared.

The first news that reached me
of her was in a letter I received

on the morning of our
intended party to Delaford.

That's why you left so suddenly.

She had been abandoned
by her seducer...

and she has now borne his child.

Perhaps you have guessed
the connection.

Willoughby.

You will know best
how to tell Marianne...

and how much she needs to know.

I'm so sorry, Marianne.

SEAGULLS CRY

William the Conqueror, William
Rufus, Henry the First, Stephen.

Um...Henry the Second, Richard
the First, and Bad King John.

What are you writing?
Are you telling them to come home?

No, I think it would
be better for Marianne
not to come home for a while.

Because if she came home,
everything would remind her of him.

Exactly. Kings and queens.

Richard the Second...

Willoughby's a scoundrel,
isn't he, Mamma?

Kings and queens, Meg.

If I were a brother instead of
a sister, I would fight Willoughby
and k*ll him with my sword.

Well, then it's a good job
you're not, for I would hate
to see you hanged for m*rder.

I wish I was a man.

Girls can never do anything.

Men can ride about the country
and do things and girls just sit
and wait for things to happen.

One does fear
for Marianne's prospects.

I gather she made her infatuation
for this man Willoughby

so widely talked about
that only marriage

could have rendered it respectable.
Poor Marianne.

Well, to be sure,
it was only to be expected.

No doubt his expenditure exceeded
his income, and only a fool would
turn down the chance of £50,000.

I should say.

She will be considered
damaged goods now.

Perhaps she is.

I was thinking, my dear, perhaps
we should have the Dashwood girls
to stay with us...for a while.

Oh, no, John.
I don't think mother would approve
under the circumstances.

But I really think we should
do something, Fanny...
for Elinor at least.

Thank you.

Are you well? And the child?

Very well. I thank you.

But what is to become of us?

Rest assured,
you'll be looked after.

I will see that you want
for nothing, both of you.

I was wondering...

What?

Speak.

If I could see him once more,

I thought if he could
see his child, he might...

That's out of the question.

Willoughby has just announced his
engagement to a woman of fortune.

I hear that Colonel Brandon
has been with you a good deal. Yes.

You should try for him,
Elinor, you should indeed.

I do think you might have
a chance there.

You have it in you to attract
the men, if you were to
go about it the right way.

But poor Marianne,
I fear it is all over for her.

Her bloom is quite gone, poor girl.

Quite gone.

As to any...

previous attachment,

you must realise that would be
out of the question.

Mrs Ferrars has quite
definite intentions for your
cousin Edward's marriage. Oh?

The lady
is the Honourable Miss Morton.

Miss Morton?! Yes.

With £30,000. A very
desirable connection on both sides.

But Colonel Brandon, now that
would be an excellent thing.

Indeed, I come
with an invitation to dine
at Berkeley Square tomorrow evening,

'where you will meet the Colonel
and my mother-in-law, Mrs Ferrars,

'who has expressed a positive
inclination to welcome you.'

How delightful
that you were able to come.

Imagine, Anne and I arrived here
only this afternoon and we've been
invited to stay for the whole week!

Pity me, dear Miss Dashwood.

There is nobody here but you who can
feel for me. I am all of a tremble.

In a moment I shall see the person
that ALL my happiness depends on.

Edward? Will he be here? No, no!

He is kept away by that
extreme affection for me,

which he cannot conceal
when we are together. Oh, I see.

I meant Mrs Ferrars, the person
I hope one day to call Mother! Ah.

So, Mr Willoughby is married,
and has quit the town.

Yes, indeed, Mamma.

Greatly to the disappointment of
certain young ladies, I understand.

They hoped to catch him, Mamma,
but Willoughby knew a game
worth two of that.

He wouldn't be caught
by anything but a fortune!

Will Mr Edward Ferrars be joining
us this evening, ma'am? No.

My eldest son is staying
with the Mortons.

Perhaps you know Lord Morton?

No, I have not had the pleasure.

They are a very
distinguished family.

The Honourable Miss Morton
is an exceptionally charming
and accomplished young lady.

Are you fond
of the country, Mr Ferrars?

If you are, we could offer you some
pretty good hunting and sh**ting.

Fishing, as well.

Confess I'm not enamoured
of country sports, Sir John.

Country manners, however,
can be very pleasing in their way.

I hope you don't take us
for country bumpkins, Mr Robert!

We have some
very fine beaux in Plymouth.

I'm sure your brother
Edward was very happy there,
very happy indeed, weren't he, Lucy?

Really, Anne...how should I know?

I have heard him say
that he was never happier than
when he was with us at Norland.

Ladies?

Take this seat, ma'am. It's out of
draughts and not too near the fire.

Let me arrange the cushions for you.
I'm obliged to you.

What did you say your name was?
Lucy Steele, ma'am.

She seems a decent, modest sort
of girl, Fanny. Yes, indeed.

Would you play for us, Marianne?

If you wish. Marianne is
a very accomplished musician.

Miss Morton plays
the pianoforte very well.

And the harp, I understand.

MARIANNE PLAYS THE PIANO

Does Miss Elinor Dashwood play?

No, ma'am. Oh.

Elinor is something
of an artist, Mamma.

Here is her painting
of Norland Park.

Yes.

Do you not think it has something
of Miss Morton's style?

She does paint most delightfully.

SHE LAUGHS
But she does everything well.

DISCORDANT NOTES

Excuse me, ma'am,

but what is Miss Morton to us?

It is Elinor of whom
we think and speak.

Dear Elinor,
don't mind them, what do they know?
Don't let them make you unhappy.

MARIANNE STARTS TO CRY

Willoughby.

Aah.

My dear friend, I am so happy!

I was so afraid last night,
but Edward's mother was charming.

I think she took
quite a fancy to me.

She was certainly very civil to you.

Civil?! Did you see
nothing more than civility!

I saw a vast deal more.

Do you know?
I think we are half way to securing
Mrs Ferrars' consent already.

I am very happy for you,
but I fear the Honourable Miss Morton
may prove a stumbling block.

Has Mrs Ferrars not settled it
that she is to be Edward's bride?

No, you shan't dampen my spirits.

Miss Morton may be this or that, but
it is ME he has made his promise to,

not her...or anybody else.

Mr Edward Ferrars.

Miss Dashwood...Elinor.

Mr Ferrars. You know
Miss Lucy Steele, I think.

Ah.

Yes, of course.

How do you do, Miss Steele?

I am well,

I thank you.
And yourself, Miss Dashwood?

I am well, thank you.

I am very glad to hear it.
And...Marianne?

She will be very happy to see you.

I'll go and tell her. Excuse me.

Edward, I knew you would come.
Marianne.

We hoped to see you last night
at your sister's house.
Why didn't you come?

I was...engaged elsewhere.

Engaged elsewhere...?

But what was that when there
were dear friends to be met?

Perhaps, Miss Marianne,
you think young men never
stand upon engagements,

if they have no mind to keep them.

No, indeed.

I am sure, whatever it was, it was
a matter of conscience for Edward.

He always keeps his word,
when he has given it.

And that being so,
I regret I must leave you,

for I am promised to my sister.

Indeed, I must go there directly.
But you'll come again soon?

Very soon, I hope.

Miss Dashwood, Marianne,
Miss Steele.

If you are going to your sister's
house, perhaps you'd walk with me,
because I am expected there.

Of course.

My pleasure.

To be sure, I don't know
where Lucy has got to.

"I've just got a little errand,
Anne", she said.

"And what errand's that?", I said.

"Never you mind", she said.
She never tells me anything.

And did you say Mr Edward
is coming today?

Oh, yes. I suppose you haven't
seen him for some years, since he
was at school with your uncle.

No, indeed, we have
seen him very often.

He comes to see us very regular.

In Plymouth?

He visits you in Plymouth?
Yes, very often.

And why should he do that?

Why, he comes to see Lucy, of course.

Oh, I shouldn't have told you that -
it's a secret! What's a secret?

I demand that you answer me.

That Lucy and Edward
are sweethearts, they've been
engaged these four years. What?!

John! John!

Please don't be angry with me!
it ain't my fault! John!

What is the matter?
Is it little Henry?

No, you fool! It's her! Tell him!

Tell him! TELL HIM!
ANNE WHIMPERS

Tell him!

DOOR OPENS

Mr Edward Ferrars
and Miss Lucy Steele.

Oh, John!

Mother, Fanny, what is the matter?

Is it true that you have
secretly engaged yourself
to this young woman?

Anne, what have you done?

I'm sorry, it just popped out!
Answer me.

Yes, it is true, Mother...

..and I ask your blessing
for us both.

My blessing, sir?

Pray attend to this -

Unless you abandon this ridiculous
plan, you will have nothing from me.

Nothing at all, do you understand?

Your brother shall have all your
inheritance, and you can starve
on the streets for all I care.

Miss Steele, you are no longer
welcome here.

You will leave at once!

If you send Lucy away,
Mother, I must go too.

Go then.

I have nothing else to say to you.

Good God, can this be possible?

I am amazed, too.
I thought he was a man of sense.

Well, well, I knew nothing of this.

I thought his fancy lay another way.

Um, Mrs Ferrars was good
enough to say, Elinor,

that whatever objections there
had been to another connection,

if you understand me,
it would have been by far
the least evil of the two,

and she would be glad now
to compound for nothing worse.

She is, in truth, an excellent
woman and it grieves me to see her
so distressed.

DOOR OPENS

How long have you known this?

Lucy told me so herself
at Barton Park.

How could you bear it?

I bore it because I had to.

And I was glad to spare you
from knowing how much I felt.

Now, I can think and speak of it
without any great distress.

I wish him very happy.
You can say that?

Then perhaps you did not feel
so very much after all.

You think
I did not feel so very much?

Marianne, for four months I have
had all this hanging on my mind,

without being at liberty to speak
of it to a single creature.

I have had to listen
to Lucy Steele's hopes
and exultations again and again.

I have known myself
to be divided from Edward forever,

and endured
the unkindness of his sister
and the insolence of his mother.

I've suffered all the punishment of
an attachment without enjoying any...

..any of the advantages.

I may not have shown it, Marianne,

but let me assure you,
I have been very unhappy.

Hurry, hurry!

Oh, there you are.

Charlotte has had her baby -

a fine boy - and we are all
going home to Cleveland!

I shall go on ahead
and the Colonel will accompany you -
he's in the drawing room.

He particularly wishes to speak
with you, Miss Dashwood.

I believe he has
a favour to ask of you.

Colonel Brandon give me a living!

Can it be possible?

But he barely knows me.

He has heard a good deal about you,

from Marianne, and from me.

He knows how much we...
how well we think of you.

So I have you to thank for this.

No...

Say your own merit.

Well...I am profoundly grateful
to him, and to you, Elinor.

Every time we have met,

it has seemed impossible

to say what I really think and feel.

Yes. And now more than ever.

Yes.

Why do you not think badly of me?

You never deceived me.

And when I heard...

..when I was told of your engagement,

everything became clear.

You have done nothing wrong.

I wouldn't...think so highly of you,
if you had acted differently.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Welcome to Cleveland.

See, here's little
Mr Palmer to greet you.

Oh, Elinor.

I keep thinking about
that poor girl and her baby.

What strange creatures men are.

ELINOR SIGHS

Yes, indeed.

What do they want from us?

I cannot answer you.

Perhaps they see us not as people,
but as playthings, Elinor.

THUNDER RUMBLES IN DISTANCE

THUNDER CRASHES

THUNDER CRASHES

Where is your sister?
I expect she's in the library.

No, she is not.

Has anyone seen her since breakfast?

Palmer, have you seen Miss Marianne?

She's gone out walking.
The devil knows which way she went.

Ha!

Marianne! Marianne!

Marianne!

Marianne!

Marianne!
HORSE WHINNIES

She is very chilled.

Make a fire in her room!

She must be stripped
and chafed all over.

I have seen this too many times.
Build up the fire!

I shall leave you. Be sure to make
haste, time is of the essence.

Yes, thank you.

Poor Miss Marianne! She gets more
than her share of misfortunes.

How is she?

She is a little recovered.

She asked to see you, Colonel.

Aye, it is but a chill, I dare say.

Cheer up, Colonel.

You'll see her bright eyes
and laughing face tomorrow.

MARIANNE WHEEZES

Marianne?

SHE BREATHES HOARSELY

She has a very bad fever, and I fear
her lungs have become congested.

The disorder would appear to have
a putrid tendency.

Oh, the poor girl.

There is nothing more
I can do for her at present.

The fever is nearing the crisis.

Colonel Brandon,

I think if...you could send a man

to fetch my mother, I think she
should be here as soon as possible.

Of course. I'll go myself at once.

Elinor. Oh, Marianne!

If you please, ma'am, there's
a gentleman below, asking for you.

A gentleman?

Miss Dashwood.

Excuse me, I have no time for this.
Please! Wait, I want to explain.

I want to apologise...

..to ask for forgiveness.

Mr Willoughby,

you are not welcome here.

Perhaps you will hardly
think the better of me,
but it's worth me trying.

When I first came to Devonshire
and met your sister,

I confess, I was only thinking
of my own amusement.

But against my will,

I fell genuinely in love with her.

And made up my mind to marry her.

Unfortunately...a circumstance
occurred. A circumstance?

Yes, an unlucky circumstance.

My aunt had somehow been
informed of an event,

an affair, a connection. No doubt
you've heard the story. I have.

A child,
an innocent girl only 15 years old,
whom you abandoned without a thought.

Oh, because I was a libertine,
she must be a saint, I suppose.

I don't mean to justify myself.

So, what did your aunt say?

I was dismissed from her favour...

and from her house.
I was virtually penniless, in debt,
and without any prospects.

So you set off to London to find
a rich wife. What could I have done?

You could have made amends
to that poor girl you seduced.

You could have told
my sister the truth.

Do you recall the letter you wrote in
London? Sophia dictated every word.

Have you any idea
what I suffered writing it?

Have you any idea how I suffer
living with a wife I detest?!

You treated my sister with cruelty,
you speak of your wife with contempt.

She doesn't deserve your compassion.

She knew I had no regard
for her when we married.

So, now do you pity me,
Miss Dashwood?

Or have I said all this
to no purpose?

You had my sister's love...
and now you have lost it for ever...

and I am glad of it. You despise me.

She can never be more lost
to you than she is now.

She is well! Out of danger.
She is recovering. Ohh.

Oh, thank God.

Willoughby.
I can still hardly believe it.

We were all deceived in him.

I think he deceived himself as well.

He wanted to believe
in his own fine words...

as I did.

Oh, Mamma,
I shall be so glad to be at home.

Colonel Brandon is
an exceptional man, I think.

He is.

What sadness he has known.

He kept faithful to his first love
even after she had been
torn away from him,

Even after she was dead.

He is the true romantic, I think.

It is not what we say
or feel that makes us what we are,
it is what we do...

or fail to do.

Very true.

Marianne! I know all the kings
and queens of England now,
would you like to hear them?

I'd love to!

William the Conqueror,
William Rufus,

Henry the First, Stephen.

Um, Henry the Second,
Richard the First and Bad King John.

Why is he leaving now
when he has the advantage?

I have heard that the great tamers
of horses do it by being gentle,
then walking away.

Nine times out of ten,
the wild horse will follow.

Elinor, I look back
on my conduct last autumn.

I was a fool to myself,
and inconsiderate to everybody else.

You cannot compare
your conduct with his.

No, but I compare it with
what it should have been.

I compare it with yours.

I hope I am wiser now.

I am determined to enter into
a course of serious study.

Colonel Brandon has promised me

I can go to Delaford as often
as I wish to borrow books and play
his pianoforte. He is so generous.

I'll leave you to explore.

Come and find me when you're ready.

Thank you.

SHE STARTS TO PLAY

Come.

Beg pardon, Miss Elinor,
Mrs Ferrars sends her compliments.

Mrs Ferrars?

Miss Lucy Steele as was. I run
into them this morning in Exeter.

Married a week gone, she said, so
I made myself free to wish her joy.

Thank you, Thomas.

Oh, Elinor.

It is just as we expected.

Nothing to surprise or upset us.

And in a little while, it will be
just as if nothing had happened,

which, in a way, is true.

Shall we go in?

SHE SIGHS

Elinor? What?

I am well, Mamma. I am happy.

I am perfectly contented.

Elinor...

Colonel Brandon
has asked me to marry him.

And how did you answer him?

I said that I would.

Don't be angry with me.

Why should I be angry with you?

Because I thought myself
so much in love with Willoughby.

Because I have given you
so much grief and trouble.

Because I shall be happy
when you are unhappy.

Colonel Brandon is an excellent man,
and we owe him a great deal.

But you should not marry him
out of gratitude.

I don't, Elinor.

My feelings for him
have changed so much.

I love him, Elinor.

Then I am very happy for you.

THEY LAUGH

I wish you could be happy, too.

So do I. I must see if
I can find myself a colonel, too!

HORSE WHINNIES

APPROACHING HOOFBEATS

It's Edward!

Elinor! Elinor! It's Edward.

Elinor! Elinor!

Edward is here.

Oh, my dear.

Mr Edward Ferrars, ma'am.

Edward...
we are delighted to see you.

May I wish you joy?

Thank you.

I hope you left
Mrs Ferrars very well?

Yes, yes, quite well on the whole.

Is Mrs Ferrars at Exeter?

No, my mother is in town.

I meant, Mrs Edward Ferrars.

Surely you mean Mrs Robert Ferrars?

You have not heard. My brother is
lately married to Miss Lucy Steele.

When my mother made over my
inheritance to Robert, Miss Steele
made over her affections also,

thus releasing me
from my engagement.

So now you can marry Elinor!

ELINOR GASPS

Miss Dashwood...Elinor.
I came here with no expectation.

After everything
that's happened, you have every
right to turn me away this instant.

But I cannot leave here
without conveying the intensity
of my feelings for you.

I loved you at Norland,
almost from our first encounter.

I could not express it then as
I was bound by my promise to Lucy,

but I think you felt it,
and were puzzled and hurt
by my lack of openness with you.

Let me be open now.

Every day since I first saw you,

my love for you has grown.

Elinor, I know
I have no right to hope,

but I must ask...

Can you forgive me?

Can you love me?

Will you marry me?