[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
[spirited orchestral music]
♪ ♪
[light music]
[footsteps]
Good morning, Church.
I'm sorry to ask for such an early start,
but the dinner is almost upon us.
Of course.
Has Mrs. Bruce been shown everything about the house
she needs to know?
Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Herrick was very kind.
And she will be here to help on the day.
Oh. And we borrowed enough extra footmen?
Mrs. Fish and Mrs. Depew Were quite obliging.
And all the footmen have come up from 61st Street.
I must decide on the service. [glass shatters]
[laughter]
What's all this?
Have you two been here all night?
- Not all night. - [grunts]
We were out for most of it and we've only just got back.
Church, I need you to order the carriage
to take Mr. Larry and Mr. Keene to the station in Providence.
- Very good, ma'am. - Mm.
So you're banishing us?
Is this what they taught you at Harvard?
How to get drunk?
That's a pretty fair assessment.
Wouldn't you say so, Malcolm? [chuckles]
You find it funnier than I do.
Leave it. [glass clinks]
Mr. Keene, I wonder if Larry and I could
have a few moments together?
Of course.
I'll get changed and pack my things, Mrs. Russell.
And I'm sorry about the glass.
You can take a cab home when you get to New York.
And what about the dinner for the Duke?
I thought my presence was required.
Not if you behave like this.
[sighs] It was just a glass, Mother.
How long do you plan to keep playing the fool?
I don't know.
I suppose until it stops being fun.
It's no fun for me, I assure you.
I know you despised her.
Mrs. Blane wasn't right for you.
That's all I'll say on the subject.
You have to admit you're pleased she's broken my heart.
I won't admit anything of the sort.
I only ever want what's best for my children.
[gentle music]
It will do you good to be away from Newport.
There aren't any reminders of her in New York.
Now go and get ready.
[seagulls cawing]
♪ ♪
You're kind to fit me in before you leave for Newport.
You must have so much to do.
We're mainly going for Mrs. Russell's famous dinner.
[chuckles] She's really making a splash with her Duke.
I'm sorry you won't be there.
I hardly know her,
but Oscar thinks he should have been asked.
I dare say Mrs. Russell had her reasons.
I know he was running after Mrs. Russell's daughter
before he met me, so perhaps that's why.
Oscar liked her,
but you surely don't want a man
who's never been interested in a woman before.
No, of course not.
But I worry about his motives.
After all, Gladys Russell will be very rich.
And so will you, of course.
Is he just a fortune hunter?
If he is, he wouldn't be the first,
but I don't want to burn my wings again.
I'm very fond of Oscar.
He's clever and funny.
And I'm sure he'll do well.
But there's no rush.
Take your time in getting to know him.
Then come to your own conclusions.
You're right.
There's no rush. And I do like him.
[light chuckle]
And now I should be on my way.
Ah, Miss Beaton.
I was just seeing her out.
No need. I know my way.
Thank you, Aurora.
Mr. Fane.
♪ ♪
I wish you'd come in earlier.
Why?
Because I've had a very uncomfortable few minutes.
Oh?
She suspects Oscar's motives in his pursuit of her.
I warned you not to get involved.
He's my cousin, and I must help him any way I can.
And I think he's really very fond of her.
You mean you hope he is.
Am I late?
We were sorting out the library.
They'll have you beating the carpets next.
John, please give Miss Marian some tea.
And then would you leave us?
Why must he leave us?
Because I have something to say.
Gracious. Should I leave you, too?
No.
I want you and Marian to stay.
As my niece and nephew,
you're the closest I'll ever come to having children.
This is very melodramatic.
Are we to witness your will?
I'm surprised what you're going to leave
will warrant three signatures.
Mama, let her speak.
You all know the Reverend Mr. Forte.
We certainly do. What about him?
Well, the thing is...
This is like extracting teeth.
He has asked me to marry him.
And I have said yes. - Wha--
- [chuckling] - What?
You heard me.
How lovely.
Aunt Ada, this is wonderful news.
Yes, I'll ring the bell. We must open some champagne.
[laughter] - You will not ring the bell.
We will not open any champagne.
When was this decided?
A few days ago.
When is the wedding to take place?
- Next week. - Next week?
God in heaven, why the rush?
I've been waiting my entire life for this.
I don't need a long engagement.
Luke's curate will perform the ceremony,
then we'll return to 61st Street
for a modest wedding breakfast.
It sounds lovely.
I'll ask friends and cousins if they can spare the time.
I'm going to ask Bannister and Mrs. Bauer
since they've been with us for so many years.
And Bridget will be there to check my appearance.
Do you think Miss Scott would come?
I am sure she would want to,
but she's still on her assignment in Tuskegee.
Miss Scott won't be the only one absent.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
You're not coming to the wedding?
No.
And just in case there is any misunderstanding,
Oscar will not be there either.
- Mama. - But I--
I had hoped that Oscar would take me down the aisle.
I'd be honored.
My son will not participate in your tomfoolery.
Mama, this is harsh, even for you.
Well, I'll be your maid of honor.
Will you indeed? You're very calm and collected.
Did you know what Ada was going to say?
Marian encouraged me to tell you.
We hoped you'd be happy for me.
Why, when you're making a terrible mistake?
What do you know about marriage or the duties of a wife?
You're a spinster.
And you've always been a spinster.
Why must you be so unkind?
You're right.
I have a great deal to learn, which I'm looking forward to.
Please don't spoil it for me.
There's a cab outside for Mr. Oscar.
- Thank you. - What about you, Bannister?
Did you know Miss Ada is engaged
to marry the Reverend Mr. Forte?
Oh. [chuckles]
Congratulations, Miss Ada.
Do not congratulate her.
- I'm sorry? - Rescind your congratulations.
Aunt Agnes, this is silly.
Please do not tell me how to speak to my own butler!
My apologies, Miss Ada,
but I must cancel my congratulations
at Mrs. Van Rhijn's request.
I quite understand, Bannister.
I'm going up.
My head feels like a beating drum.
[quirky music]
I am so sorry, Aunt Ada.
Perhaps she'll come around.
[smooches]
- Oh, dear. - Don't weaken.
Not when your happiness is close enough to touch.
But Agnes--
Aunt Agnes is strong. She'll get used to it.
She can punch nails through a wall with her bare hands
and not notice.
She could certainly punch me through a wall.
And it sounds like she intends to do just that.
[indistinct chatter] [chickens clucking]
[cow moos]
Is it your goal to work at a hotel?
I hope so.
When I passed the test to get into Tuskegee,
I thought now I can learn a trade.
So I won't have to look after white folks' children
for the rest of my life. [all giggling]
But in order to do that, you'd have to move to the city.
I don't mind.
Ah, well, what's David have to say about it?
- We ain't got married yet. - Mm-hmm.
[laughter]
I'd like to be on my own for a bit,
like Miss Scott.
She gets to travel for her work all the way from New York.
How'd you get your job?
Um, well, I went to school, studied, worked hard,
sent out plenty of query letters.
Mm.
Mr. Fortune made me an offer, and here I am.
You're lucky to be from the north.
You should come back
and teach a newspaper writing class down here.
Yes.
- Oh, yes. - [sighs]
Oh, well, tell us about New York City.
- Go ahead. - [laughs]
Go on.
Well, it's very big and busy.
I like your menu, Borden,
but I'm not sure we're quite there with the savory.
The Duke is English.
I thought he'd like deviled kidneys.
Possibly, but I doubt our American guests would.
Have you enlisted all the chefs you'll need?
I've taken on five and I've tested them all.
Thank you.
I think we'll use the Bernardaud china
with the St. Louis glass.
Very good, madam.
The Duke's room is ready
if madam would care to inspect it.
So is the room for his valet.
And don't forget the flowers.
Mrs. Bruce, my one remaining worry is Adelheid.
She tries her best, but her skill with a tiara is limited.
She's perfectly adequate as a maid for Miss Gladys,
but I need more.
She was only ever meant to be temporary
while we found a successor to Miss Turner.
But here we are months later,
and I've done nothing to find a new one.
It's entirely my fault.
I can make enquiries in the town.
Do that. We have a few days yet.
But nothing must go wrong.
Of course, ma'am.
[light music]
♪ ♪
Are you all right? You seem a little forlorn.
You can read me so well, Miss Beaton.
I'm in the middle of a family drama.
- Can I help? - Not really.
My aunt is getting married,
but my mother has forbidden me to go to the wedding.
Why?
She's taken against him, I suppose.
Oh, how sad. Your poor aunt.
Miss Beaton, are you a romantic?
What woman isn't?
You've inspired me.
I shall defy my mother and go anyway,
but only if you'll come with me.
[chuckles] I'd be happy to,
especially since you're doing me such a good service today.
Mr. Peter Barnes.
It's good to see you again, Mr. Barnes.
And thank you for letting me drag you away
from your duties.
I suppose Mrs. Russell is as demanding as usual?
I'm glad to see you, too, Miss Turner--
or I should say Mrs. Winterton now.
But you're right about Mrs. Russell,
and I'm afraid I can't stay more than a minute.
How are the preparations going for her dinner
next week?
Everyone's in a fizz about entertaining a duke--
Mr. Church more than the others, you can imagine.
Good old Mr. Church--
never one to play down his own importance.
[chuckles]
But I need you to do me a favor--
a paid favor, of course.
What are old friends for?
You won't be working alone.
Mr. Borden has hired some chefs to help him.
And one of them, a Mr. Schneider,
is working for me.
This grows more intriguing by the minute.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hello, Mr. Crowther. - Ah, Miss Beaton.
It's always a pleasure to see you again.
I wish I could believe that.
You must be so bored having to explain
the whole thing every time.
That's why I brought Mr. Van Rhijn.
How do you do?
He is going to try and stop me feeling like a fool.
I'm not sure he should be here.
- You can trust me implicitly. - Please let him stay.
This is highly unusual.
[door clicks] Please sit down.
Can I offer you any refreshment?
No, thank you.
But I'd love to know more about the company.
Uh, here's a booklet, if you'd like to read it.
I would.
Miss Beaton has told me about your plans
to take over the Chicago and Atlantic Railway.
[sighs] Has she, indeed?
Was I wrong?
Not wrong, exactly.
But it's going through?
Oh, yes, most definitely.
You have all the money you need?
We have nearly all the money we need.
We should reach our target in the next couple of weeks.
And Mr. Gould is satisfied?
Heavens, you are well informed.
I'm afraid I tell him everything these days.
Please don't be angry with me.
I would just ask Mr. Van Rhijn to keep silent
about any information you may give him.
We cannot risk wrecking the deal at the last moment.
I'll be as silent as the grave, I promise.
Miss Ada has asked for a tray in her room.
I don't understand. She's not ill.
She didn't say.
She's well enough to eat.
Shall I tell Mrs. Bauer to prepare a tray?
[sighs] Yes, thank you.
Do you know what this is about? - [light chuckle]
You are many things, Aunt Agnes,
but I'd never describe you as obtuse.
Mm. Explain yourself.
It's the way you spoke to Aunt Ada
that keeps her in her room.
She's finally found the man she wants to marry.
Can't you just accept it?
You've not forgotten that you live here at my pleasure?
Do you really want to quarrel
with your only surviving sibling?
This marriage would be a disgrace.
What would our parents think
if I were to say nothing and let this happen?
So you try to please the dead by bullying the living?
Oh.
You might not care what I think or how Aunt Ada feels,
but I'm certain you care what everyone else will say.
And to the outside world, it will seem
that you are petulant and angry
because Ada is no longer at your beck and call.
Uh--
Will Miss Marian also be having a tray
in her room, ma'am?
Hmph!
♪ ♪
It is now the largest building
in the town of Tuskegee.
Unfortunately, Mr. Porter could not be here,
but we thank him for his generosity and public spirit.
So without further ado, I present to you
the A.H. Porter Dormitory.
[cheers and applause]
[camera shutter clicks]
I'm going to go talk to Mr. Washington.
All right. I'll get some quotes.
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, David. Hello.
Do you mind if I get a few quotes for the newspaper?
Not at all. Not at all.
So how does it feel to be able to attend class
and live in a building
you helped create with your own hands?
Mm. It's very moving.
In fact, I didn't expect it to be so emotional.
Getting weepy, David?
[both chuckling]
I'm proud to know that we really did that.
It makes me feel like we could do anything.
And what do you plan to do with your Tuskegee diploma?
I'd like to have my own farm so I could support a family.
I met your girlfriend. [both chuckling]
I'd also like to use my farm
to help out with our family business.
- And what's that? - My mama started a restaurant.
I plan on supplying them with the harvest
from the crop on my land.
Mm. Well, I wish you all the best.
Thank you.
You should visit my mama's place.
Oh, yes, we might take you up on that.
But first, Mr. Washington wants to give us a tour.
Of course. Thank you again, David.
- It was nice seeing y'all. - Take care.
I'll tell my mama to look out for you.
Yes, sir.
Take these for me, would you?
Hello.
Ah, Miss Brook.
Mr. Russell.
What a surprise.
I thought you were spending the summer in Newport.
Unfortunately, my plans changed.
Unfortunately?
[chuckles] You don't want to hear it.
But I do.
It wasn't very original--
lovers meet, lovers part, boo hoo.
I know how that plays out.
Of course.
You told me the night of Gladys' ball.
And now we're even,
twin sufferers on the cruel carousel of life.
[chuckles] Let's be comrades in arms instead.
- [giggling] - Where are you going?
Just to the park to get some flowers
for my painting class this afternoon.
I'll come, too, if you'll have me.
So what will you do, now you're back in New York?
Well, no doubt father will have some ideas,
but we'll see.
♪ ♪
Can I help you, ma'am?
I wanted to check that everything is under control.
Certainly, ma'am.
Oh, Mrs. Bruce, have you got anywhere with finding a maid?
We have a hairdresser who will place your tiara
and then stay for the rest of the evening
to help any lady whose hair may be in trouble.
I feel like a racehorse approaching the starting gate.
And you'll be a winner, ma'am.
Nothing can stop you now.
[light music]
♪ ♪
Schneider! Is that sauce ready yet?
I've got it here for you to taste, Mr. Borden.
[clears throat]
Mmm.
Take those up to the rose room right away.
Mrs. Bruce, is it true you've hired a new maid?
I was going to tell you.
She's only going to arrange the mistress's hair
and place her tiara.
I could have done it. I usually do.
I know, but this is a special occasion.
You'd learn something if you watch.
They told me someone was here, but not that it was you.
Mrs. Nelson is quite the baker,
and she insists on bringing me her work to taste.
Would you like one? - No.
Is everything all right?
No, it is not.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Please, sit down.
How can I help?
I gather you and Ada plan to marry.
[sighs] I'm relieved she's told you.
You are aware that she has no money to speak of.
Mrs. Van Rhijn, I love her.
I never expected to fall in love at my age,
but I had not then met Ada.
Love seldom survives marriage.
I'm sorry if that was your experience.
But why must you do it so quickly?
Am I to understand that you are against the plan?
How perceptive.
I don't intend to take her away from you.
Ada is with me every day and night.
Are you saying that won't change?
There will be changes, yes.
But I mean to retire in New York.
I will never ask her to leave the city.
Maybe not, but she will be gone from my house,
leaving me alone.
Because that is what I will be.
Alone.
You have your son and your niece.
Children marry and go.
Ada...
Is the only family that I could rely on.
It was Ada who was there at Oscar's birth.
We buried our parents together.
She's my only true friend.
We both love Ada. That is clear.
Then stop being so selfish.
I'm not the selfish one here.
And the fact is you have a choice.
Would you like to be a part of our life or not?
Because I am not going anywhere.
Marriage takes priority.
God's command is clear.
"Therefore man shall leave his father and mother,
and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh."
Have you nothing more to say?
Not if you've given God the last word.
How can I answer that?
[door clicks]
How are things in Pittsburgh?
On the brink.
I'll have to go down there.
What did you want to see me about?
[door rattles] - I need your help.
You know I'm a trustee of the new Brooklyn Bridge?
Which is almost finished.
Yes, but there seem to be more meetings than ever.
And with Pittsburgh ready to explode,
I wondered if you might represent me,
now you're back in New York.
I haven't given up on architecture, you know.
This won't take long.
And you've studied engineering. You can say sensible things.
What are the meetings about?
The final design details.
And we've had some deaths and injuries--
always part of it, I'm sad to say--
and a chief engineer, Mr. Roebling,
who has not proved satisfactory.
- What do you mean? - He's never there.
I'm told his home is an absolute hive of activity.
But if he's working hard--
and I suppose he must be--
why aren't we allowed to question him?
Does he give a reason?
Norman Tate, who manages the trustee,
says it's his health.
He fell ill soon after the building started.
Well, he's done a terrific job.
You can't argue with that.
It's already one of the main sights in the city.
Mm. I'll write to Tate and tell him what we're doing.
But see what you can find out.
Go to Roebling's house.
Beard him in his den.
♪ ♪
I wish you'd let me wear the blue.
No.
This is what I've ordered, and this is what you'll wear.
What's wrong with the blue dress?
It's not how I want you to look.
It's fussy and girlish
when it needs to be simple and elegant.
So I'm not allowed to dress myself?
You want to look good, don't you?
Last week, the "Tribune" named you
as one of the best-dressed debutantes of the year.
Do you think those things happen by accident?
I'd still like to choose my own clothes.
But your choice would be wrong, my dear.
Happily, you have me to guide you.
Trust me.
♪ ♪
[door clicks] [footsteps]
[crying] I'm sorry...
for losing control of my emotions.
If ever there was a time to do so, I'd say it's now.
But what are we going to do about Agnes?
This is the hardest choice you'll ever face,
but you're not alone.
Luke,
I don't know if this is the right time for this,
but I also don't know
if there will ever be a right time.
That's where faith comes in.
Have I told you that I didn't want to move to New York?
Why not?
Because I loved my parish in Boston.
I asked if I could stay.
I even wrote to the bishop.
What did the bishop say?
He reminded me of when Jesus asked
that the cup be taken from his lips.
Well, we know how that turned out.
Mm. Yes.
So I obeyed the order.
And I had faith.
And my reward has been
more than I could ever have imagined.
[both chuckle]
I never dreamt that I might still fall in love.
Not now.
But--
Ada, please don't decide anything
without talking to Marian first.
Yes, all right.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[light chatter] - Mr. Russell.
Ah, Mr. Russell.
What a surprise.
But you got my father's letters?
And we're delighted to have you represent him,
but I didn't know you were coming here.
I am Norman Tate. And this is Mrs. Roebling.
I came to pay my respects to Mr. Roebling.
I gather he rarely comes to the bridge or to your office.
I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but I'm afraid my husband is away.
On bridge business?
Not exactly. He's in Newport.
Mr. Brandon is here, ma'am. He says that--
Yes, I know about this. Will you excuse me, gentlemen?
Mr. Brandon, let's see what you've brought.
Does Mr. Roebling spend a lot of time in Newport?
I believe he's fond of the place.
Even now, when the bridge is about to open?
How does he manage the construction when he's away?
He delegates.
He has his deputies, his helpers, and his wife.
She's a good organizer.
She must be.
She knows his way of thinking.
I assume Mr. Roebling will be there
for the opening ceremonies?
We are marking the occasion with a reception
here in this house.
I hope you and your father will come.
[light chuckle] But he'll be at the bridge beforehand?
Ah, I doubt it.
And now, I'm terribly sorry, but I must go.
I'm sure you understand.
I'll send you notice of our meetings.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
[indistinct chatter]
And we'll erect a pavilion at the terminal
just here at the dedication ceremony.
Take these plans now and alert Mr. Harris
that I will come to inspect it at 3:00.
That should be enough for now,
but you'll have the final paperwork on Monday.
[light chatter] Oh, Mr. Russell.
Is this where Mr. Roebling works?
This is where the work is done, yes,
but I'm afraid I have some errands to run.
Has Mr. Tate gone?
He has.
And don't worry. I'm going, too.
Thank you for seeing me, Mrs. Roebling.
[knocking on door] - Come in.
Oh! Thank goodness it's you.
- [light chuckle] - I've chosen this.
And Bridget is going to cheer it up a little.
We've bought veiling and some things for a headdress.
It'll be charming.
Bridget, could you please give us a minute?
Yes, miss.
Thank you.
[door clicks]
I daren't sit with all these pins.
Oh. [light chuckle]
Who knows if I'll ever even wear it.
[sighs]
What do you mean?
Perhaps it's time I face the facts.
What are you saying?
I can't turn my back on my sister.
So you're going to give up Luke Forte
just to satisfy Aunt Agnes?
No, not give up exactly.
But perhaps if we postpone things
until Agnes comes around--
You can't live your life
waiting for Aunt Agnes's approval.
- But she's so-- - No.
This quarrel is of her making. You have done nothing wrong.
I won't let you spoil your future.
But she refuses even to be there.
I have no one to take me down the aisle.
Cousin Dashiell has invited me to a picnic luncheon.
I'll ask him to give you away.
Do you think he would?
Oh. - [chuckles]
It does sound respectable.
I'll go fetch Bridget.
We need this dress to be finished in time.
Luke told me to speak to you
before I made a final decision.
Now I know why.
Then I'm very glad I was here.
[door opens and closes]
[sighs]
[light chatter]
[gears clicking]
My, my, aren't we all busy little bees?
Jack, still tinkering with that?
I believe I've solved the problem,
if you want to try it? - I don't think so.
I'm known for my punctuality.
I don't want to take a chance on a homemade contraption.
I'll test it, if you'll allow me?
Hm, maybe Miss Armstrong's right.
I'll tell you when I'm ready.
Ow.
What is it?
I've just pricked myself, is all.
Don't bleed on that veil.
You're wasting your time.
Miss Ada doesn't have the nerve
to marry a man Mrs. Van Rhijn dislikes.
- But what if they do marry? - Which they won't.
Mrs. Van Rhijn may not need as many servants
once her sister's gone.
Miss Marian will still be here.
Won't she wed soon, too?
Then what becomes of us
when there's only one person left to serve?
Maybe Mr. Oscar will find a bride and live in the house.
[snickers] Well, I doubt that.
[light music]
[train whistles]
[train chugging]
♪ ♪
I suppose you've heard of Johann Most?
The German anarchist?
Anarchist and man of violence.
He likes to celebrate the murder of the Russian emperor.
He preaches savagery and violence
to bring political change.
What about him?
He's been in Pittsburgh.
His agents are still there
poisoning the minds of your workers.
I suppose we shouldn't be surprised
after the Labor Day march last year.
And the message is simple-- if you want revolution,
you must take up your weapons and use them.
Is Henderson convinced, I wonder?
The leaders go where the workers take them.
And their demands keep getting louder--
constant chants of, "eight, eight, eight."
What's that?
Eight hours of work, eight hours of sleep,
and eight hours of "what you will."
It's the "what you will" that's proving the sticking point.
Would it be so terrible for them
to have some time with their families?
Yes, it would be terrible because it would lead, first,
two lower profits and, finally, to ruin,
violence, bloodshed, and death.
Please don't hold back on my account.
I mean it.
Any concession now could only spell weakness.
Weakness is the harbinger of chaos.
One blink, and you'll lose the war.
Mr. Van Rhijn, I'm not sure about this.
Why?
You're trying to find the money to complete your takeover.
I have funds to invest.
What can be the problem?
But this is a closed partnership
with a limited number of investors,
all well known to each other.
Well, I know you.
You know me. And we both know Miss Beaton.
Just let me invest, and we'll all make some money.
[quirky music]
[sighs]
[chuckling]
Well, your picnic was a wonder--
not really a picnic at all, more an open-air banquet.
[laughter] - Hardly.
And now you've brought me home.
You've gone to so much trouble.
He likes to take trouble for you.
Which makes me feel all the more ungrateful.
I'm afraid I've got a favor to ask.
Name it.
Would you walk Aunt Ada down the aisle?
Aunt Agnes has forbidden Oscar to,
and now she's wavering.
But if I could say you'd be there,
it would give her courage.
Of course I will.
And Frances can be a flower girl.
Could I really?
That's a lovely idea.
I'm surprised to hear Aunt Agnes is against marriage.
Not for everyone. Just Aunt Ada.
That's a relief.
Is Mrs. Roebling here?
- I'll announce you, sir. - It's all right, Philip.
I'll deal with this.
Mr. Russell.
I wasn't expecting you.
You weren't expecting me? Really?
[soft music]
Not so soon.
Not without warning.
But you knew I would guess.
I thought you might.
May I see the workroom again?
♪ ♪
How did you know?
[light chuckle] Because nothing made sense.
The deputies who knew your husband's mind,
his tastes, and his ideas--
the person who knew all that best was you and only you.
In all the years since we started building,
none of the other trustees ever came to this house--
not one.
Mm.
Well, now I have come.
So tell me, please.
Where did you study engineering?
How was it possible?
When my father-in-law was first commissioned
to design the bridge, my husband and I went to Europe
to study what it would entail--
stress analysis, cable construction,
calculating catenary curves, and the rest.
So you learned those things?
I know it is all considered beyond the grasp
of a mere woman, but I did.
Then my father-in-law died.
And my husband was made chief engineer,
but he fell ill soon after.
- And then you took over? - Not at first.
We worked together.
I would deliver his orders and designs,
but he got worse...
And then it was just you.
Last year, some of the board wanted to replace him.
But Mr. Tate and I persuaded them not to.
So you would continue in charge of the work.
And Mr. Tate knew?
Oh, several of them knew.
But they couldn't make it public?
Of course not.
[soft music]
This bridge will be one of the finest in the land,
in the world.
You should be proud of it, but I suppose you can't be.
No one must know a woman was the engineer
behind the bridge.
They might not even want to walk across it.
It's a shame, an unjust shame.
[birds chirping]
So he proposes that you should move to San Francisco
and never see your daughter again?
That's it, sir, in a nutshell.
Well, I should be very sorry to lose you,
but I'm sure you know that.
I've not decided yet.
I told him I needed to discuss his offer with Flora
before I made any decisions, but he says that
she has no wish to speak to me.
Do you believe that?
I don't know what to believe,
which is why I feel I must hear it from her.
Then it doesn't seem unreasonable to me.
[door clicks]
There you are.
I'm so pleased you're here.
I shouldn't be.
Pittsburgh is about to blow sky high.
Don't think about that now. Think about it tomorrow.
Right.
Are you ready to go down?
[light music]
[indistinct chatter] - Guests are arriving.
Are the oysters laid out?
Yes.
These are done.
Oh, welcome back, Mr. Watson.
Peter.
Where are we with the first course?
Final touches, sir.
How was your journey, Mr. Watson?
Very pleasant. Thank you, Mrs. Bruce.
I always enjoy traveling in the master's private rail car.
I'm sure you do.
Schneider!
Coming, sir.
[sweeping music]
♪ ♪
Mr. and Mrs. Frederic Bronson.
Mr. and Mrs. Duncan Elliot.
[soft string music playing]
Mr. McAllister, it's so good of you to come.
I never like to miss a red carpet,
and certainly not one which can boast an English duke.
Yes, where is that duke of yours?
I don't think we can claim him as our own.
- I would. - He'll be down momentarily.
Is Mrs. Astor coming?
She's opened Beechwood, so I asked her.
But she made an excuse.
She's a little cross with me right now.
Well, I can understand why,
but she is missing out on what may be
the event of the Newport season.
Everyone's talking about it,
especially those who weren't invited.
Naturally, Mrs. Astor will feign indifference,
then she'll force all the details out of me.
♪ ♪
It looks perfect.
And all the right people are here.
Even some who were on the other side in the opera war.
My dear, the way to win a war
is to bring out your biggest weapon.
And yours is the duke.
Now, I hope I'm happy with my placement.
I think you will be.
His Grace, the Duke of Buckingham.
Excuse me.
Mrs. Russell, my room is a work of art.
And I see everything's exquisite here, too.
We do what we can.
But I hope we haven't overwhelmed you with our guests?
- Of course not. - [chuckles]
May I present Mr. and Mrs. Fane.
- How do you do? - Mr. Fane. Mrs. Fane.
Do you think Newport will live up to
your expectations, Duke?
I'm sure Mrs. Russell's Newport will.
- Well said. - But not our Newport?
[light music]
May I present Mr. and Mrs. Winterton.
I know the Wintertons.
I hope I'll see more of you while I'm here.
Well, you'll see as much of us as we're allowed.
What Mrs. Winterton means is--
I don't think you've met our daughter, Gladys.
Miss Russell.
How do you do?
Gladys!
You look divine.
- Oh. - Don't worry.
You're sitting next to her at dinner.
They're going in.
[indistinct chatter]
[lively music]
♪ ♪
Something odd is going on.
I could have sworn I saw that man put something in the sauce
for the first course.
Schneider!
What's he talking about?
- I don't know, Mr. Borden. - Let's taste it.
[gags] - [spits]
Revolting!
Everyone, cancel the first course.
Schneider, get away from that food.
I'll deal with you later. - I'll tell the footmen.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
Gladys, you're there.
I thought I'd be with the younger group?
No, you're there.
♪ ♪
[sly music]
[faucet whooshing] - They're seated, Mr. Borden.
All right, we-- we must start serving.
- This tastes good to me. - We'll start with the soup.
But is it hot enough?
- Rather him than me. - [chuckles]
Peter, come take this up.
I think Peter and that man Schneider are up to something.
They were whispering before Peter took the soup.
I tasted the soup. It's fine.
I don't know. Something's not right.
Who's Peter serving?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[inaudible conversation]
[indistinct chatter]
Mrs. Winterton, are you all right?
Why shouldn't I be?
You seem rather agitated.
Well, I'm not.
Jerusalem artichoke and truffle?
Oh.
What a wonderful way to begin.
I'd forgotten that was the first course, but good.
Now, I mustn't monopolize you.
Gladys.
Do you spend a lot of time in Newport, Miss Russell?
My mother seems to like it,
so I suppose that's what will happen.
Until you make your own life.
Do any of us ever really make our own lives?
That's a deep question when we've barely begun to eat.
[chuckles]
Your wife and daughter seem to have the duke
sewn up between them.
I expect a lot of women here must be rather annoyed.
Mm.
But I suppose Bertha knows what she's doing.
I think you can safely say that.
Are you sure you want to waste your time
on little old me?
Wouldn't you rather speak to your other neighbor?
No. Let Gladys entertain him for a change.
Then we must hope he finds Gladys entertaining.
[light laugh]
[crickets chirping]
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, everything was delicious, Mrs. Sturt.
Oh, good.
Now, I hope y'all saved room for dessert
'cause we're giving you the special treatment today.
- Ooh. - Ooh.
[all chuckling]
A colored woman newspaper writer.
Now I've seen it all.
Well, we were quite impressed with your son at Tuskegee.
- That's right. - David is my heart.
He's going to do more than I could ever imagine.
- Mm. - Mrs. Sturt!
Mm. I'll be back with some dessert.
[sighs] I'm bursting.
Ooh, I think if we want to leave this place,
we're going to have to clean our plates.
I would tell you to loosen your belt.
I wish I had that option.
[both chuckle]
Has anyone ever been part of an evening
as beautifully managed as this one?
How lucky are the people of Newport
to number Mrs. George Russell among your leading citizens?
- Very lucky, indeed. - Here, here.
- Mrs. Russell. - Here, here.
Thank you all.
And thank you to our charming and generous guest of honor.
Ladies, why don't we let the men enjoy their port?
[light chatter]
Well, it was a good dinner. You must admit that.
I wouldn't admit it if they tore
my fingernails off to make me.
Hm.
So have you enjoyed yourself on our trip?
Mm. More than that.
I've been inspired,
especially by the female students.
They have such ambition despite their circumstances.
They're fearless.
And so are you.
Oh, am I? [chuckles]
Well, I like that you think that,
but there is so much more I want to do.
My lack of courage keeps getting in the way.
Well, I certainly believe you can accomplish
everything you want.
[door bangs]
Bea!
Hey, Bea!
Mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Bea, you outdid yourself with this chicken.
How may I help you out?
Why you sound all formal, Bea?
We've been knowing each other our whole lives.
I am doing business.
What can I get you, Mr. Mason?
You know what I like.
Why don't you go on back, cook me up something extra tasty?
[both laugh]
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
- You calling me "nothing"? - Mr. Mason, don't start.
Let me fix you up some chicken to take home.
What if I want to stay and eat it here?
[ominous music]
Are you trying to tell me what to do?
No, sir.
You think things are different now,
but they really ain't.
You hear me talking to you, girl?
Mr. Mason, come on--
Stop it!
What'd you say?
[softly] No.
Let her go.
Don't get smart with me.
Do you know who I am?
They're from out of town.
- Shut your mouth. - You better sit down, boy.
This here is Mason Sturt. He's the county commissioner.
Sturt?
I might have to teach you a lesson
so you understand your place.
[grunts] [glass shatters]
[all gasping]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[door creaks] - [groans]
You better go!
Come on, quickly.
You can run, but we'll find you!
♪ ♪
I'll go get the rest of my things.
Quickly.
Our man will take you to where you can shelter,
and tomorrow morning, he'll take you to the first train.
I'm so sorry to put you in this position.
We don't have time for apologies.
You need to get on out of here.
Take the low road behind the church.
♪ ♪
[sighs] [chuckles]
It was a triumph. Congratulations.
Thank you.
And now I suppose I must turn my attentions
back to Pittsburgh. - Mm.
[glass clinks]
What can I do to help?
Nothing.
But thank you.
Do you mind?
So did you get everything you wanted from this evening?
Let's just say we are on our way.
I'm going to bed.
Have I told you how lovely you look tonight?
Several times.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
George.
♪ ♪
[smooches]
[soft chatter]
I hired him, so it's my fault.
But we avoided a major disaster.
Thanks to Mr. Watson's sharp eyes.
And you really think Mrs. Winterton was behind it?
Schneider works part time for her.
And we all know she and Peter Barnes have kept in touch.
So we thwarted Miss Turner's revenge.
I suppose you'll sack Peter Barnes, Mr. Church?
How would you say it? Con gusto.
[chuckles]
[mob shouting angrily]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Come on out, boy!
Where you at now?
We're gonna kill your ass.
Get that noose.
Get your ass out here, boy.
[crying softly]
Where you at? Get out here.
[horse nickers softly]
[horse neighing]
♪ ♪
[shouting fades]
[breathing heavily]
They've gone. We're safe.
[sighing]
I won't feel safe until I'm back in the city.
My mother warned me,
but I never could have imagined this.
[sniffles] - This is my fault.
I grew up with these people.
I should have protected you and held my tongue.
But that's not who you are.
[soft music]
And that's not who you are either.
That's why I hired you.
[both chuckle]
Will things ever really change?
♪ ♪
[light music]
[light chatter]
[horse whinnying]
You wait here, my dear.
[door clicks]
- Dashiell. - Aunt Ada, you look wonderful.
- [laughs] - Doesn't she?
[smooches]
The footman is hailing a cab for your servants.
Oh, good.
[footsteps]
Have you changed your mind?
Certainly not.
I've just come down to say goodbye.
Dashiell, I see they've made you an accomplice
in their betrayal.
Well, she must have a man to give her away, Aunt Agnes.
Surely, you can see that.
No, she can't.
[soft music]
Come on. We don't want to be late.
♪ ♪
[door clicks]
Et tu, Bannister?
I'm going to support Miss Ada, ma'am.
And I urge you to do the same,
or you may regret it for the rest of your life.
[horse whinnying]
You look so pretty.
- So do you, Aunt Ada. - Oh, thank you, dear.
[bright music]
[light chatter]
♪ ♪
- Is it a desert out there? - On the contrary.
Aurora and Charles have come with other cousins,
and friends of the bridegroom, of course...
Mm-hmm.
And Oscar.
- Oscar? - [chuckles]
The church is full of flowers
and people who've come to witness your happiness.
We should go take our seats.
Oh.
Thank you, Mrs. Bauer. Thank you, Bridget.
My pleasure, Miss Ada.
You've earned this, Miss Ada.
And I wish you happiness. Real happiness.
How kind they are. [door clicks]
[sighs]
- Are you nervous? - Should I be?
[laughs] I have no idea,
as I've never been in your position.
I thought no one would come because of Agnes,
but they have.
Now I'm just excited and glad.
You're so certain about marrying Luke.
You have no doubts?
No.
None at all.
I hope that's true of me when it's my turn.
Be sure it is.
Marriage is something one should never settle for
or talk oneself into.
Yes?
Thank you, Aunt Ada.
We should go.
Yes. [both chuckle]
[soft music]
[light chatter]
Oscar.
Here I am, Aunt Ada.
Oh! [giggles, smooches]
I'm ready to walk you down the aisle, if you'll have me.
I was just going to say the same thing.
I had no one to take me, and now I'm spoilt for choice.
[both chuckle] - I think Oscar should do it.
If only as a reward for risking Agnes's wrath.
[chuckles]
You don't mind too much, do you?
[chuckling] Of course not.
[smooches]
["Wedding March" playing on church organ]
♪ ♪
Thank you, my dear.
♪ ♪
Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here--
[door clangs]
[footsteps echoing]
[soft dramatic music]
[gasps]
[audience murmuring]
♪ ♪
[laughs softly]
We are gathered together here in the sight of God
and in the face of this company
to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.
Into this holy estate,
these two persons present come now to be joined...
[bright tone]