You weren't Father's.
You were someone else's.
An affair, and Father knew.
I think dear Lady Trenchard
has been spending a little too much time
with a certain group of gentlemen.
Frederick, I believe I know you rather well,
and I think you would wish to know
if things were being said about Clara.
From now on, relations between us are at an end.
I love you! I would have loved you forever!
You've broken my heart.
Clara?
Clara!
Your Graces, may I present Dr Kerry?
It is a great pleasure to welcome you to Daraway Park.
Can you tell me a little about your son?
I do not want to have to look at him!
I will not have people witness his imbecility! I want him gone!
What if I told you something? Something about your husband
and what he gets up to behind your back.
It's not what you think...
I want you gone within the hour.
Get off her!
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Oh, come on!
- pas nous arrêter maintenant. - _
- Merci, monsieur. - _
Très généreux, monsieur.
Allez, allez. Encore un jeu, s'il vous plaît.
Come on!
You can't quit now. It's not fair!
Ce n'est pas juste!
A la prochaine fois...
Yes, yes. Very funny. Tres marrant.
Bastards! Bloody cowards!
Bloody joke.
You English?
That's right.
Let me guess. Sailor.
Royal Navy. Purser.
Purser? Oh.
And yourself, sir? You live here or you just passing through?
Well, that's a strangely complicated question.
I think... I shall answer both.
- Hmm. - I don't suppose you play Vingt-un?
Uh, twenty-one?
No, sir. Not a gambling man.
Drink?
- I won't say no to that. - Excellent.
- Deux encore, s'il vous plaît. - Oui, monsieur.
Are you making the sums add up?
Trying to.
Fact is, they don't.
Not for me.
The vast part of my pay is meant to come
from profits I make buying in supplies.
I got tricked.
Hmm.
Something I thought was a good deal.
So, I've worked for what amounts to nothing
for the past six months.
Makes you wonder what it's all for.
Yes.
Yes, I can see that it would.
Merci.
Sorry, sir you've caught me in a philosophical mood.
John Bellasis.
Josiah Enright.
And is there a Mrs. Josiah Enright
waiting for you back in Dover?
No. I've been seeing a girl here.
- English girl. - Oh?
Thought about asking for her hand,
but what can I offer her?
If I had a settled life on land, reckon I might stand a chance.
- Hmm. - Yourself, sir?
- Married? - Oh, no, no, no.
- No, I'm a regular Casanova. - Ah.
- I do have a son. - Yes?
Yes, never seen him. Five years old.
I heard that he was born.
He lives with his mother in England
and with the man who, I assume, pretends to be his father.
A sniveling excuse for a man.
I feel it in here.
You can't go and see the boy, then? Meet him?
No. No, not possible,
not without harming him or damaging his chances in life,
and that I will not do.
Yeah.
Hmm.
Oh, look at us,
baring our souls, like a couple of condemned men.
I like you, Josiah Enright.
Why do I feel I can trust you?
Because you can.
Hmm.
- Enright? - I need to speak with you, Master James.
I really need to speak with you.
John Bellasis?
You're saying...
John Bellasis is Frederick's father?
- I am. - Bellasis was the man...
The man who tried to kill our cousin.
I didn't know that when I met him.
Though I did hear tell of it,
long after, when I was working at Glanville.
But you believed him
when he said that he was Frederick's father?
I did, sir.
And he asked you to...
to watch my brother?
He told me that he couldn't return to England.
Later on, I understood why.
He paid for me to resign from the Navy,
enabled me to marry.
Paid me a small yearly fee.
I was to secure a job at Glanville House
and send him reports from time to time about the boy...
his progress...
how he was being treated.
And that's what I did.
Started as a footman, worked my way up.
There was... There was never any malice in it, sir.
I kept an eye on him, loved him.
I'll say that.
And I sent off my reports to a post office outside Paris,
and I never received a reply...
until today.
You see why I've come?
You know His Lordship has dismissed me?
I'm quite sure he won't see me, so...
He won't see me.
I've tried. I've written to him many times
since I heard of his present difficulties...
Then I think we must make him see us, sir.
We are to go to my brother and tell him this...
this villain was his father?
But the letter, sir. There is so little time!
Uh...
Reverend.
- Mr. Enright. - Mr. Fletcher.
Er... Mr. Fletcher, I... I need to see His Lordship.
I'm afraid he's not seeing anyone.
This is imperative.
Please say to him that it's a matter of life and death.
Your Lordship, The Reverend Mr. Trenchard is here.
He's asking to see you. He says it's imperative.
No.
Just for a moment?
He seems...
He says it's imperative.
No.
I'm sorry.
His spirits are very low.
It's all I can do to get him to dress,
since the day Her Ladyship left.
I must write it down then, what I have to say.
Do you have pen, paper, I can use?
She hasn't been back, then?
No. He's heard nothing for two months.
No one knows where she is.
Frederick...
- What do you want? - I... I need to speak to you, alone.
If you never want to lay eyes on me again, so be it,
but please...
Please, listen now to what I have to say.
I need you to read this.
There's a story, but let this letter be the beginning.
It's a great deal to...
But you deserve to see it. You deserve to make a choice.
I don't understand.
He's your father.
And whatever else he's done, whatever else he is,
it comes down to this,
his care for you, clearly written on the page.
He's dying.
He's desperate to see you.
Freddie, we have lived with lies for so long,
and look what it's done to us.
This is your one chance...
your one chance to hear the truth,
to let the light of truth shine into all of this darkness.
Monsieur.
Une demi-heure. Half an hour.
Lord Trenchard. Mr. John Bellasis.
Of course you're handsome.
Of course you are.
More handsome than me, and that's saying something.
I shall leave you.
- Would you like me to leave? - No.
Ah. Who's this?
My brother. Reverend James Trenchard.
James...
James, you changed the game, young man.
The one who wasn't meant to be.
I've been thinking about your mother.
I wasn't especially nice to her.
But then, she wasn't especially nice.
I've been wondering
if she used me for the stud that I am.
Trenchard had failed her.
She wanted her child.
I wonder if he even fathered you.
It's all right.
Where did you meet our mother?
Good old Belgravia.
Small circle, all of us going round and round.
When did you meet her?
Ah...
Eighteen forty-one.
How long did your affair last?
Or was it just a coupling?
- You're angry... - Answer the question, please.
Months.
Many misspent afternoons between the sheets.
Ah, merci, Soeur Pascale.
La belle Pascale.
She knows what I like.
We have an understanding, don't we?
Oh, she's wild about me, don't you know.
Plays hard to get.
Freddie...
We don't have to stay.
Wait for me.
What do you want?
Why did you want to see me?
I haven't done a great deal with my life
that I'm proud of.
In fact, you're the only thing.
Reading of your achievements,
your many, many achievements, it has been my...
It has made my life.
When I read that you'd jumped
your first three-foot fence on Galahad...
that was a day.
Only yourself to spur you on.
And when your tutor said he'd never taught a boy
with such an aptitude for numbers,
that was a day.
I opened a bottle of Château Lafite,
and I drank to you, my boy.
Your tenacity.
Oh, my God. The empire you built.
I know you weren't cherished
and adored in the way you should have been,
and for that, I am sorry.
I had dreams, actual dreams,
where I would stride into that damn house,
and I would lift you in my arms
and tell you you were mine
and that you...
you were wonderful.
Enright tells me there are things
that have not gone so well for you of late.
When you are made to feel worthless,
of course, of course you want to be better than anybody else.
I spent many years on the outside looking in,
my face pressed against the glass...
distorts you,
cripples you.
Only...
stop looking in.
Have you found your wife?
She sounded very beautiful.
Sounded like she was quite a handful.
And it sounded like she loved you.
I wasn't worthy of her.
No one could be.
I don't know where she is...
or if I'll ever see her again.
Can you ever forgive me
for not being there?
Oh, you don't know.
That's fair enough.
Fair enough.
Please come again soon.
Just a few minutes.
Bring some cards.
I don't suppose anyone ever taught you to play.
Is it troubling you?
Who he is?
Because it doesn't mean that you're like him.
It doesn't trouble me.
The dates... they work, don't they?
Yes.
It's probably true what he said about mother, about me.
I once saw her with one of the groundsmen.
So did I.
No one will ever know.
It will remain our secret.
Poor Father... he wasn't equal to any of it.
Extraordinary, all those years...
Enright writing your story,
Bellasis loving you from afar...
as you deserved to be loved.
Forgive me, Sister, it's early, but I've come to see my father.
I'm sorry, monsieur.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Nice to see a pretty face.
Oh, I do beg your pardon, sir.
It's my father's birthday today.
He would have been 60.
My mother would have woken up and cried.
But then she and Emily
would have had a cup of tea together
and talked about all the happy times...
I hope.
What if they aren't in the house anymore?
What if their allowance was stopped?
Perhaps you should put this address in
if you decide to send them a note.
My father made me feel
I was the most important person in the world.
Better than I am.
If I hadn't had his love, I would have
fared a great deal worse than Frederick.
I've been thinking that.
It's a powerful thing, that need to be cherished,
to matter.
Perhaps that's all any of us are really after in life.
Did you feel cherished when you were a child?
Oh...
I knew my mother loved me.
My father died before I was four.
I did think I was loved by a man once.
I'd just gone into service.
One of the older servants...
he set his cap at me.
Made me feel there was a...
bright light shining over my head...
Turned out I was a wager...
all the men in the house,
a crown on which of them would bed me first.
He won.
They all treated me like nothing after that.
I learned to keep my guard up, I suppose.
I've settled for that.
There are things you lose.
I won't pretend there aren't.
That was the first time you've said his name.
We'd best get some sleep.
Frederick!
Duchess!
Such a long time.
- You look well. - So do you.
Will you come in?
I won't, if you don't mind.
Come then, just for a minute.
Percy tells me the Eaton Square house has been sold.
It has. First week of January, I shall be gone.
I still can't believe what's happened...
that dreadful woman tricking us all,
and not just us, people all over France as well.
The authorities are searching in America. Did you hear?
They think it's likely she went there.
You haven't lost everything, have you?
Not quite.
How are you? How is little Lord Chatham?
He's leaving in a few days...
Switzerland. I don't know.
I wake up before dawn every morning
with my heart pounding.
I have to go and look at him.
It's a strange world, isn't it,
where the love between a mother and her child
must be secondary to anything, titles, reputation, money?
How did we come to be like this?
I must go.
I don't suppose Clara's back?
Ah...
I don't suppose you have any idea where she is?
I'm afraid not.
I feel so guilty about...
I was responsible for driving her away. No one else.
I live and breathe that fact.
Please, won't you come inside?
Percy would be delighted to see you.
No. But thank you, Mary.
I don't harbor any ill will towards him.
It's really not that.
Please make sure he knows that, would you?
Frederick? Good Lord. How did he seem?
- Different. - Yes.
Well, I suppose he would be, facing what amounts to ruin.
He said a curious thing...
that he wants you to know he isn't cross with you.
- Why would he say that? - Ah.
I think he's referring...
I mentioned to him that I'd had an early warning
about the Marquise and hadn't shared it.
I know now that I should have gone to him at once.
Well, I didn't know how much he was investing.
That was his own fault!
Really, Percy,
you can be so obnoxious sometimes.
I beg your pardon?
He said something else.
He said it's a strange world we're living in,
where a mother's love isn't deemed
the most important thing.
What has that got...
- Peter? - Yes.
- Peter. - Complaining to him about that, I suppose?
Painting me as some sort of ogre.
I simply told him the facts,
and he made me see them for what they are.
You know why we are doing what we are doing!
For the twins' sake, for Edgar's sake,
for the sake of our good name!
No, if it were only that, we have another choice.
We have dear Dr. Kerry,
who is more than ready to take him.
- For God's sake... - And he would be near Maywood,
- we could see him... - No! We have been through this!
You would rather he died!
You don't want him to thrive.
And in a clinic,
far away, in a distant land, deprived of us, deprived of me,
he will languish.
And hopefully, he will die before you!
And so Randolph will inherit the dukedom,
and all will be right with the world.
Have you taken leave of your senses?
- Yes, it does, indeed. - There you are.
Thank you. Oh...
- Sorry, I... - Oh, don't worry.
- You are such a dear. - Never mind...
I can't bear it anymore.
Yes, Madame...
Who is it?
Oh, Emily, must you shout?
Oh, Clara!
- Mother! - Oh!
Oh, my goodness!
Am I dreaming?
Oh! You're like an angel,
a Christmas angel fallen to the Earth!
Where did you go, dear?
To the north.
Heavens.
I will be going back after Christmas.
We can talk about that another day.
I was worried I wouldn't find you here.
I thought that your allowance might have been stopped.
Oh, no, dear, our allowance has increased.
Although we hear that Frederick has lost a small fortune
and will have to sell the house on Eaton Square.
Because of what the Marquise did?
Yes.
I hate to think of what he's depriving himself of,
but we are very grateful, nonetheless.
Have you spoken to him, dear?
Mother...
No.
Will you go and see him? Will you?
No. I won't.
I'm here to see you two. No one else.
Oh.
She's sleeping.
Peace at last?
I'm so sorry, Em.
I ran away,
left you to deal with everything.
You mustn't worry about that.
Dealing with things is my forte.
Tell me how you've been.
How's James?
He's extremely well.
We work well together at the Church.
He says we're a...
a good team.
I'm the one who should be sorry.
I was far too quick to think the worst of you.
I am ashamed.
Don't be.
Everyone acknowledges that it was the Marquise
who was fueling the rumors,
for whatever twisted motives of her own.
I was to blame in part.
I've had time to think about everything that happened
and why it happened.
The distance is good for me.
If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here.
Thank you.
Why don't we make some cocoa?
Like we used to do?
Oh, I see you're without Nell.
Yes. She married. A doctor.
- Hmm. - It's really rather touching.
They knew each other from in her hometown.
Confidentially, I suspect
he may have been the father of her child.
Ah.
I'm truly happy for her.
But what of us?
At this rate, we shall have to enter a nunnery.
What are these?
Letters Frederick has been sending
asking if we know where you are.
I thought you should see them.
What do you think, Your Ladyship?
Would you like me to go in and speak to the Reverend,
ask him if he'll come out?
No.
Sorry.
It's all right.
Nell?
Your Ladyship.
I heard about your marriage.
I couldn't be more pleased for you.
Thank you.
I'm going to see my baby.
Would you like to come?
Richard and Annie designed it for us.
It's beautiful.
Stephen told me about how much he adored you.
It's all right.
He has a large and restless heart.
He always will have.
Nothing happened between us, not in any real way.
I was grateful,
I always will be, for the friendship he showed me.
I admit I was flattered
by some of the words he said to me.
But I know now that it was only because
I was desperate to hear those words from someone else.
He fears you must think badly of him.
- I don't. - He didn't know about the baby.
He left long before I even knew.
If my parents had encouraged him, but they didn't,
not rich enough, not devout enough.
The only thing I find difficult to forgive
is that he didn't see how much he meant to me,
how much I would suffer when he left.
But you forgive him now?
Yes. None of it was intentional.
People being human, imperfect.
That's it, darling.
That looks even better, doesn't it?
I wondered if you might
look at this for me before I send it?
You're so much better at these things than I am.
"Dear Dr. Kerry, the Duchess and I
have reconsidered your kind offer..."
I'm sorry, Father.
For what?
For the trouble I've caused.
- For upsetting Mama. - Oh!
And you.
No trouble.
Peter. Peter, no trouble at all.
I hardly need tell you how good it is to see you.
Please.
I thought of coming before,
but, well, I've hesitated to put you in a position
where you must keep something from Frederick.
Emily told me that you're speaking again.
We are.
But you do understand that he can't know.
May I at least tell him
that you've been in touch with your family
and that you're safe?
It would mean a very great deal to him.
Yes.
I've seen the letters he's written.
I certainly don't want him to feel so concerned.
I'm so sorry about what's happened to him.
I can hardly believe he has to sell the house.
Actually, I think he rather wants to sell it.
He was bequeathed a sum of money recently,
not a fortune,
but it would have been enough to prevent the sale.
But he gave the money to me, to help the poor.
He has changed, Clara. His whole view of the world
and of his place in it is different.
I believe he would find some sort of contentment,
but he can't, because he doesn't have you.
It breaks my heart.
James...
He deeply regrets the way he behaved...
He doesn't need to.
Please, please will you see him, talk with him?
No.
He hasn't lost my love.
He couldn't.
But even talking about this...
My life now isn't happy,
but it's simple and clear.
I long for him.
I do.
- But we're better off apart. - You're wrong.
Forgive me, but I know,
I know you aren't better off apart.
You need only dare to believe me.
Merry Christmas, Your Lordship.
Merry Christmas, Enright.
- Just relax. - Oh, no.
He's coming, Mother. Ready yourself.
I shall spurtle out that she's here, I know I shall.
Oh, no, for goodness sake.
I wonder if there is such a thing as a chastity belt
- for the tongue. - Ah.
- Leave all the talking to me. - Yes.
Oh, Frederick. Frederick,
oh, Merry Christmas.
And to you, Mrs. Dunn. Miss Dunn.
- I trust you're both well? - Yes, thank you.
Yes we're very, very well, well, especially now that...
Now that it's... it's Christmas Day.
Eh...
I wanted to thank you for allowing my brother
to tell me that you'd heard from Clara.
- Well, we were glad to. - Yes.
We know how dreadful it is to be worrying.
You had a letter, I assume?
Yes, uh, a... a Christmas card.
Ah, yes, a Christmas card.
From where, do you know?
Um...
A shop.
- We must go. - Yes.
- Lunch and... - Of course.
You will tell me,
please, if you hear anything more?
- Mm-hmm. - Yes. Come, Mother. Good day.
Mm-hmm.
Are you all right, Your Lordship?
Yes. You and Fletcher take a cab.
- I shall walk back. - Very good.
Happy Christmas, brother.
Happy Christmas.
You spoke so well.
Great heart and great purpose.
I'm immensely proud of you.
We're having a small gathering at the vicarage later today.
A few dear friends, a glass of punch.
I... I should warn you that the Dunns will be there,
but I would love it if you could come.
And Enright and Mr. Fletcher, of course.
I won't.
But thank you.
I'm struggling today.
It would have been our first Christmas together.
I could cancel the event. Come stay with you if...
Dear James, don't worry.
- Ah! Your Lordship. - That smells good.
Doing our best, Your Lordship.
We thought a glass of sherry in the drawing room,
- as it's Christmas. - The drawing room?
I can take one down here with you.
No, no. I shall bring it up.
The fire's lit in there. Roaring.
And...
for Christmas. For old time's sake.
Very well. Thank you.
Hello, Frederick.
Clara...
Are you real?
Yes.
I'm real.
Enright let me in.
I hope you don't mind.
Clara, will you allow me to apologize?
I've learned a great deal these last few months.
I understand a great deal more about why I behaved as I did
and what it must have been like for you...
how much of it was fear and desperation and anger.
I'm not excusing it for a moment.
But at least, in understanding,
I've found the possibility of change.
You were trying to show me the way.
I know that now.
I wasn't strong enough to do that.
I ended up losing my own way.
I'm sorry.
I'm truly sorry.
I know that can never be enough.
How do you know?
I've been thinking, too...
about how little chance we stood.
I've been thinking that it was a sort of miracle,
that even with so much ranged against us,
we shared moments of...
the purest joy...
and the deepest love.
Love too precious to be thrown away.
It is enough that you're sorry.
It is enough that you understand.
It is enough.
Oh, my darling.
Merry Christmas.
If we're not too late, Mr. James?
By no means. Welcome.
Thank you.
Merry Christmas.
Miss Davison...
Freddie.
Oh!
Oh, my darling girl...
Do you still mean to sell the house?
- Yes. - Will you go to Glanville?
We thought we would do some traveling.
See more of the world together, side by side.
Oh. Traveling, oh, dear.
But you will come back?
We will always come back to all of you.
Perhaps we will go to Glanville eventually.
Settle there.
Live our life the way we want to live it.
Looks like we shall be traveling, Mr. Fletcher.
Well, that suits me.
The happiest Christmas imaginable.
Mmm. Yes. I believe it is.
Emily, I just want to say you are exceptionally excellent.
Aw.
And if I didn't consider myself married to God,
it could only have been you.
That is really very sweet of you.
Who is that?
A nephew of the Misses White.
He's just returned from a spell in the Army.
Nice that he was able to join us.
Yes.
I should say it is.
It... It's snowing.
Why, so it is!
I have so much to tell you.
And I you.
We have all the time we could wish for.
Us, then.
Us.
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