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You... are Lady Whistledown.

- Colin, I--

- Do not try to deny it.

I heard you with the printer.

To think I ran after you

because I was worried about you,

terrified that your carriage driver

had abducted you to this part of town.

When, in truth,

you knew exactly what you were doing

because it was you who printed tonight.

- I did not print tonight's edition.

- But every other one?

Is it not you

who has been Lady Whistledown all along?

All of the lies... you have told me.

All of the things you have written

about me and my family.

- Colin, please.

- I knew something was wrong.

Stupidly, I blamed myself as if...

as if I was undeserving of your love.

But you are the one that is at fault.

I will never forgive you.

Get your Whistledown! Whistledown!

- Oh!

- Here you are, sir.

Whistledown!

At last!

Dearest Gentle Reader,

if you thought that revealing

my true identity would stifle me,

guess again.

Well, I never!

I fear no reproach,

as now you know I write to you

from one of the most reputable houses

in Mayfair.

Certainly, no house is perfect.

Though, there are some that purport to be.

Take, for example, Bridgerton House,

with its shining reputation.

This author must question

what really goes on behind closed doors.

Can we read it?

No.

It is known

that Lady Violet Bridgerton

praises love matches above all else.

But does love excuse

why several of her children

have had rather rushed engagements?

Perhaps the family

confuses love with lust.

And then there is the fact that

there are so many Bridgerton children.

Has one ever wondered why so many?

This author certainly has.

Perhaps because a few of them

may be of dubious parentage.

The lies she writes!

Whistledown is here.

I fear we already have it, Mrs. Wilson.

Another Whistledown.

Oh, Gregory, let me see it!

Very well.

Oh, thank goodness.

Dearest Gentle Reader...

it seems someone

has been impersonating me,

and so I can no longer sit idly by.

This author is not interested in judging

what one does out of desperation.

But gossip as I might,

I always tell the truth,

and I cannot tolerate a lie.

Cressida Cowper, this author is not.

If she were me,

surely she would have reported

on the great debt

Lord Blackburn refused to repay

to Lord Samson this week.

Or the fact that Mrs. Newham

unceremoniously dismissed her maid yesterday

for the simple act

of asking for a day off.

And I will not even

mention the small cruelties

Mr. Davidson's wife endures daily.

Except, I suppose, I just did.

I say this all

to remind you that this author,

the true Lady Whistledown,

is always paying attention.

Something that I believe Miss Cowper

should try to do a little more.

You will stay in here

until Aunt Joanna arrives to collect you.

Until then,

you are not to leave this room.

Yours Truly, Lady Whistledown.

It is a good thing Miss Cowper's

Whistledown spectacle has been settled,

so now everyone

can be focused on our upcoming nuptials.

I want every eye in the ton

focused on you.

How many eyes exactly

do you think there are in the ton?

Double the amount of people,

I would imagine.

Do you know, since Penelope got engaged,

Prudence has not called me a blinkard

or a dunderhead or an anserine fool once.

I am starting to think I am clever.

- You are, my love.

- No. I'm--

I am saying

there is something wrong with her.

It is true.

Whenever I try

to grasp her hand these days,

she does not swat it away

with nearly the same gusto.

The most elaborate wedding breakfast

Mayfair has yet to see.

It will be our triumph, Penelope.

- Are you not excited?

- Excuse me, Mama.

Are you a devotee of Whistledown again?

It is a particularly good issue.

Perhaps I should read it, then.

I could use a distraction.

Good day.

Good day, Penelope.

Ah. Uh, I will be

reading this... over there.

Over there.

Pen, you have done it.

Cressida is entirely discredited.

I never thought I would say this,

but I'm so glad to see you printing again.

Eloise, he knows.

Colin. He followed me last night.

How is his condition?

He is furious.

We're to be married this week

if he will still have me,

but I doubt he will even speak to me.

Eloise, I do not know what to do.

I cannot help you with this, Pen.

I am so grateful

for everything you have done for me,

but already, I feel in the middle

between you and Colin.

- Perhaps I always have been.

- That is not true.

- You did meet Colin first.

- That was a silly infatuation.

Which... turned into

a real friendship over time, but...

you were the truest friend

I have ever known, El.

It was torture

not being by your side this season.

I could not bear the thought

of losing you completely.

Either of you.

I understand.

It's my mess with Colin, not yours.

Forgive me.

I wish you luck.

Hm.

You are rather lucky Lady Whistledown

decided to publish when she did.

Thank you. The... gall of that Cowper chit.

Crisis averted, no doubt.

Though, now I must avert the next one.

Do you think it possible for me to acquire

an audience with the queen this week?

Mm.

- I fear her spirits are low.

- Mm.

I cannot recommend

that you speak with Her Majesty

about Francesca

and Lord Kilmartin just now.

She is not pleased that Whistledown

has eluded her once more.

Perhaps Francesca was right.

I should've approached her at the ball

when we had the chance.

You have done nothing wrong.

We are always

trying with all our might,

but the weight of the world

cannot always be upon our shoulders.

You do not sound like yourself.

Forgive me.

Uh, perhaps I can

convince Her Majesty some--

That is not necessary.

You know, something you

and your brother have in common

is a very kind urge

to constantly help others.

Hm.

But I hope you know that my care for you

is not contingent on your aid.

I am here for you, Agatha.

Always.

Even when there are

no unmarried children left to help.

Thank you, Violet.

That means a great deal to me.

Hmm.

How long have you known?

I saw you leaving

a private room with Penelope last night

shortly before I found her.

- I had been trying to make her tell you.

- You should've told me yourself.

You should've told me

you were in love with my best friend

before you tripped into

the drawing room engaged!

I did not know... until last year.

And I was

too brokenhearted to speak of it.

I have been trying to make her tell you.

And then I thought, w...

why break your heart as well?

Her sheet has been fair this year.

Certainly sharp and biting,

but she has not written

anything withering about anyone.

Of if she has, they have deserved it.

Are you forgetting what she wrote

about me at the start of the season?

Of course, that was not so good.

Have you already forgiven her?

I want to.

Do you think you can?

I think you should consider yourself

uncommonly lucky...

you have never been in love.

Here we are.

Uh...

In here for the wedding breakfast?

Do you think it too small?

How many people are we inviting?

Well, let me show you

how we'll lay it out.

Mm. Oh...

Well, I was thinking,

this really is my very, very favorite...

Colin...

will you at least look at me?

My mother was curious

about our not seeing each other recently,

and I did not want to arouse suspicions.

Are you going to call off the wedding?

I am a man of honor.

And we were... intimate.

Perhaps that was another part

of your planned entrapment.

I did not mean

to entrap you, Colin. I love you.

What will this marriage be?

That depends.

I noticed there was

no Whistledown this morning.

Are you going to stop publishing?

I...

I do not know.

Let us get through this wedding,

and then we will decide

what this marriage will be.

And we shall have a quartet over here,

or perhaps even a quintet.

Um... I-- I shall see if our young people

require refreshments

for this... rather long tour.

Mm.

It is good

to see Mr. Bridgerton here today.

Yes.

An engaged couple should want

to spend time together

before their wedding, should they not?

I assure you, Lady Bridgerton,

I do not know the reason.

I do not either.

Sir.

You had a caller while you were out.

She left a note.

Thank you.

"Please,

let me explain. Tilley."

I had meant to...

speak to you about

my situation with Paul first privately.

But then we were caught, as it were.

And what is the situation, exactly?

Mr. Suarez and I have a relationship

not unlike the one I share with you.

Friendly, casual,

occasionally intimate.

And Mr. Suarez also likes

to be intimate with men.

He thought perhaps

the two of you shared a...

moment.

I have known men like Mr. Suarez,

but I myself

have never felt tempted... before.

Are you tempted by every woman you meet?

I am not.

This world of ours,

as far as we know it,

spans thousands of miles... encompassing

however many millions of people,

and yet we are all bred to believe

that the only persons worth

conversing with are the thousand or so

who inhabit a few square miles

around Grosvenor Square.

You know, we preen, and we promenade.

We leave calling cards, and we marry.

We play by all the rules.

And rarely do we question

the meaning of any of it for a moment.

There is so much in society

that is unnatural.

But a feeling between two people,

whatever their sex...

is the most natural thing in the world.

If you did not feel

anything with Mr. Suarez,

then let us, you and I,

continue on our own.

But you should know...

my staff are very discreet.

Yes.

- Ma'am.

- Mm?

Lord Anderson has come to call.

Oh. Um...

Very well.

Ah.

Lady Bridgerton, it is good to see you.

You as well, Lord Anderson.

It has been some time.

Too much time.

Uh, would you like some cake? Tea?

Oh, I would be delighted.

- Uh...

- Ah.

- How are you?

- Oh, I-- I am, uh...

Well... Francesca is keeping her distance

from me at the moment.

Did I tell you that she and Lord Kilmartin

have been secretly engaged?

I did not hear.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Though, we are waiting on the blessing

of the queen before announcing it.

It is a wait that may be

rather lengthy, unfortunately.

You know, Aristotle says,

"Patience is bitter,

but its fruit is sweet."

Mm.

Lady Bridgerton,

once Francesca

and Lord Kilmartin's affairs are in order,

do you think perhaps the two of us

could explore something together?

I am not uninterested in exploration.

But I will not know if I am ready for that

until after the affairs are... in order.

Especially because I am not the only one

whose affairs need ordering.

Hm.

We received a letter back

from Aunt Joanna.

She will have left today

to come and fetch you.

I imagine she will be here

in a week or two.

Mama, please.

You must put an end to this.

There is nothing I can do.

Your father has threatened to send me

to the countryside as well if I intervene.

If I too am banished, there is no hope

of ever bringing you back to society.

But we did this together.

I did tell you

to avoid that Bridgerton girl.

Had you listened,

I doubt any of this would have occurred.

Why did we have to write such cruel things

about the Bridgertons, Mama?

Could we not have picked another family?

The Bridgertons

so often feature in Whistledown

that it would've been strange

not to mention them.

And certainly,

it didn't hurt bringing them down a peg.

Why is that your concern now?

Perhaps I was wrong to turn on Eloise.

She is the one person

who has ever shown me true friendship.

And where is she to comfort you now?

Have I not raised you to know that,

in this world,

it is every person for themselves?

Especially amongst women.

Yes, you have.

You would be wise not to forget it.

I realize it is tradition to drink,

but if the stag gets too drunk

the night before its wedding,

it runs the risk of being shot.

Then keep up with me,

so there might be other, slower targets.

I do not think any of us

can keep up with you tonight.

Mm.

- I thought you were not much of a drinker.

- No, I am not.

But in my defense,

your mother does not like me.

- No, our mother does not not like you.

- What? I shall handle this.

Lord Kilmartin, our mother adores... you.

But... our mother also has

an obsession with great love stories.

What should he do?

Give the man some practical advice.

Frankly, you might consider

doing something foolish.

Something bold. Declare yourself.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Throw rocks?

Throw rocks at Francesca's window tonight.

No.

Your problem is you are trying

much too hard to be respectful.

Bold?

Well, if I am to be bold...

I shall need some time to think about it.

Oh.

I think perhaps I shall go home as well.

It is strange to be drinking

in another man's club.

No. Stay.

Mrs. Mondrich and I have had

our social calendar full this week.

I am... spent. I shall

see you tomorrow, bright and early.

Mm. Mm.

Come.

Perhaps that is our cue.

You go. I could use a moment on my own.

Is everything well?

Is everything well with you?

Mm?

I had hoped you might

come by the night before your wedding.

Genevieve, Colin found out.

Oh, dear.

He does not know about your involvement.

Well, that is good.

But how are you?

I'm relieved... in a way.

It has been painful carrying this secret.

But he hates me for it.

And he has every right to.

I am about to be married

to the man I love, and...

I do not know that I am worthy of him.

You have made

some ill-considered choices in your time.

You were a girl

who did not know her own power.

- But does that justify it?

- No.

There is no going back to the past.

All one can do is be true to one's choices

and look forward.

Will you keep publishing?

I have held back this week,

for Colin's sake.

But I tried giving it up

before he found out, and...

I felt like I was losing a part of myself.

There is no such thing as true love

without first embracing your true self.

Happy wedding eve.

Mm!

What are you doing out here?

- I was--

- No. In fact, do not answer that.

It is clear I found you

in the midst of some... secret dealings.

I do not wish to know.

And what "secret dealings"

have I found you in the midst of,

all alone the night before our wedding?

What right do you have to ask me that?

After all the secrets you have kept,

all of the things you have written

over the years,

all of the damage you have done.

You are right.

I realize how much damage I have done,

and I am so, so sorry for it.

What were you thinking...

when you wrote about Eloise?

I was trying to protect her.

I realize now how misguided I was.

And when you wrote about Miss Thompson?

- Exposing her as you did. Ruining her.

- I thought I was protecting you.

- Then you should've told me to my face.

- I know.

Or do you not respect me enough?

It is clear you do not,

after what you've written

about me this year,

that I hardly know myself.

What were you thinking then?

I was thinking

that I simply wanted

the Colin I know back.

Not this stoic man you returned as,

acting as if you care for no one

and need nothing.

It's you.

Kind and feeling, occasionally excitable,

good-hearted man who I love.

I should have told you myself. There are

so many things I should've done myself.

And now, with the confidence

you've helped me find this year,

I am finally able to.

So, then,

you do not need Whistledown anymore.

I do not need

to hide behind Whistledown anymore,

but I am not saying

there is not any value in it.

Do you know what is most humiliating?

I let you talk so much about my journal

as if I were to be this... great writer.

When all this time,

you have been a published writer

renowned across Mayfair.

Colin, I meant everything

I said about your writing.

You are putting yourself in danger

being out here tonight.

You've been putting yourself in danger

living this double life all along.

- I have been careful.

- You have been foolish.

- Colin, I can take of myself.

- Then what good am I to you?

Colin, I love you!

I love you.

Stay still.

I shall see you tomorrow.

Oi!

I know. I said so.

Yes.

Ah, there you are.

We were debating going to bed.

It is very late, Colin.

Kate! Ha!

Where've you been?

What am I, chopped liver?

What are you both doing here?

I didn't think I'd see you until tomorrow.

Your mother called us in early.

Thought you'd want marital advice.

She really does know everything.

What is going on with you and Penelope?

All is well between us.

The smell of fermented fruit emanating

from your person would indicate otherwise.

It was celebratory.

Two glasses is celebratory.

One whole bottle is a cry for help.

I do not wish to unburden myself

to you two, with your perfect marriage.

Oh. You think our marriage is perfect?

Is it not?

We are more than happy now,

but it took us time to get here.

Time to get down the aisle, certainly.

You and Penelope

have been close for years.

Well, yes, but...

I am no longer sure I truly know her.

What happened?

It is not our business what happened.

Every one of us has secrets

or have made mistakes

once or twice in our lives.

Surely, there is a reason

Penelope has been

so dear to you for so long.

Does whatever new information

you have learned truly negate all that?

Then you cannot let one mistake

define your entire relationship.

Marriage takes hard work.

But it is work that is worth it.

Our marriage is not hard work.

You are wearisome tonight.

Or perhaps it is the hour.

I will see you at the church tomorrow.

Good night.

I drank a whole bottle before my wedding,

the second wedding,

and it was deeply celebratory.

Three raw eggs in the morning.

It is not your footman's fault.

I slipped in.

The night you escaped... nearly escaped,

I had no concept

of what you were running from.

I was ten years old.

All I knew of the world outside our home

was that it was dangerous

for a young lady.

And I thought, if I could

get you to stay a little longer,

perhaps I could give myself time

to prove myself to you.

To our father, you mean.

I mean to you.

I've heard you make comments

disparaging the girl you once were.

But you were resolute, even then.

I mean, the simple act

of dreaming to run away?

You had something in you all along,

a kind of courage

I never dreamed of having.

I have wished so many times

that I had stood up to him.

For you. For myself.

You are not the only one

that was made to feel

that they had been found wanting.

Why did you never tell me

any of that before?

Because I was not only in awe of you,

I was afraid of you.

The fearsome creature I created.

Perhaps I have subconsciously

taken notes from our father.

You are nothing like him.

Except the cane.

Though yours is far more stylish.

Do not come for my cane.

I suppose you got

all the good joints in the family.

I have been hard on you.

At last, my life is full of joy.

And I've been afraid

you would take it away from me.

Any joy I am after,

I deeply hope you are a large part of.

Hm.

I do need to speak to the footmen.

They need to mind the visitors.

Hm.

Come. We have a wedding to attend.

Are you ready for your dress?

Yes, Varley.

You're going to be

the most beautiful bride.

Mm.

What has happened here?

Your Majesty, I turned my ankle

chasing after a delivery boy.

I see. And what did you discover?

He told me...

Well, he does not know who Whistledown is,

but he says

most of his buyers live in Mayfair.

So he thinks... well,

Lady Whistledown must live there as well.

Thank you.

We will look into it.

Your Majesty.

I have thought long and hard

on the conundrum of finding your author

and have drawn the conclusion

that perhaps Lady Whistledown

is not a lady at all.

You see, Your Majesty,

Lady Whistledown is a nom de plume,

which leads me to believe

that she might be a man...

Oh, that is Lady Barragan, whose luncheon,

do not forget, we failed to attend.

And now she will want us

to attend her next one... even more.

Mm-hmm.

I love weddings.

Hm.

Ours was perfect.

Here we go.

Are you ready?

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here

in the sight of God and this congregation

to join together this man

and this woman in holy matrimony.

Wilt thou have this woman

to be thy wedded wife,

to live together

in the holy estate of matrimony?

Wilt thou forsake all others,

keeping thee only unto her,

so long as ye both shall live?

I, Colin Bridgerton...

...take thee, Penelope Featherington,

to be my wedded wife,

to have and to hold.

I, Penelope Featherington,

take thee, Colin Bridgerton,

to be my wedded husband,

to have and to hold.

With this ring, I thee wed.

With my body, I thee worship.

And by the joining of hands,

I now pronounce

that they be man and wife together,

in the name of the Father

and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Mama,

you have outdone yourself.

Mm. Do you like it?

It is truly... magnificent.

Congratulations, Penelope.

You do make... an exceptionally fine bride.

Oh.

Would you like to say

how you really feel now?

That is how I really feel.

Thank you.

It was the most beautiful wedding.

Thank you, Hyacinth.

And Penelope looked stunning.

Why do you look so vacant?

- This is, uh--

- Quite a wedding breakfast.

Marcus and I entered together

but were quickly separated

by the sheer volume of guests.

Are you feeling in better spirits?

I am.

Making peace is a relief.

Perhaps you should try it.

That is my intention.

Hm.

Is all well with you?

I saw you crying at the ceremony.

Simply tears at losing

another friend to marriage.

Or maybe it was dust.

Which brother or sister

do you like the best?

Gregory, clearly.

Oh. Well, fair enough.

But I know there is room enough

in your heart for the rest of us.

Love is not finite, Eloise.

The friendship you have with Penelope

is a lucky thing.

As is the one you have with Colin.

A lot of dust in here too.

Excuse me.

I am going to find some champagne.

- Your tea, miss.

- I need your help.

- We'd love very much to see you.

- We shall certainly try to be there.

- Yes, of course. Enjoy the party.

- Wonderful.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Mr. and Mrs. Mondrich?

Yes.

- When was your last letter from Edwina?

- There was one waiting when we returned.

She writes that her new husband

is not only a reader

but has cultivated in her

a love for the outdoors.

- Your sister?

- Shocking, I know.

She has even been riding with him.

I am so envious.

You cannot imagine

how charming our town in India is.

It has been so long

since I have ridden there.

Well, I should like to see it.

In fact, I should like to see it soon.

Before our child comes.

- Now?

- Mm.

Of course I want

to go over with you, one day.

- But the journey takes months.

- Yeah, and if we go now,

we will have time

to prepare for the birth there.

Look, I know how much

you love our life here.

You have made yourself

completely a part of our family.

But I cannot help

but feel that something is missing.

What about your mother?

She would be missing

the birth of her grandchild.

Our child... will always be a Bridgerton.

But I should like them to know

that they are a Sharma as well,

know their history.

And it is important for me to know it

so we can share that history

with our child, together.

Mother will understand that.

And we will return.

Please do not

make me love you more.

I do not think I can bear it.

- Absolutely lovely. All good wishes.

- Thank you.

Penelope, are you enjoying yourself?

Very much.

Though it is all a little overwhelming. I...

Well, weddings are never

for the bride and groom,

even when things

are well between the couple.

Thank you.

For allowing me to work it out for myself.

Well, this wedding couldn't plan itself.

I have not had time to meddle.

Whatever it is,

I know you will resolve it.

The important part

is that you are married now.

- Could we--

- I--

Could we get away from here?

I have spent so long

clinging to walls like this. I...

- I do not wish to do that any longer.

- Where do you propose we go?

Perhaps...

to the center.

I do not think I have it in me

to greet any more guests.

Then perhaps we could dance.

It is a wedding breakfast.

- The sun is still out.

- I realize that.

But I should like to dance

with my husband in the light of day.

If we can dance in a church, why not here?

Very well.

Would you like to dance?

Lord Kilmartin.

You do not mean it.

Why not?

I did not think you a dancer.

Perhaps not.

But perhaps we should both

be more bold in declaring ourselves.

Lady Bridgerton.

Thank you so much for having me.

Oh, Lord Anderson,

I am glad you have joined us.

And, uh, with your sister.

Ah. Yes.

All our affairs in order.

And you?

I do believe my affairs

are very nearly coming together as well.

- He oversteps.

- I think they move quite beautifully.

No. Not them.

Our family is happy and together.

Do not take that for granted.

Her Majesty the Queen.

Lady Featherington.

Your Majesty.

Everyone who is not a Bridgerton may go.

Now.

Penelope.

You are a Bridgerton now.

Someone in this room

has something to hide.

And I shall not leave

until they come forward

and reveal themselves.

The longer you delay,

the greater my irritation.

Step forward.

Confess.

It is I.

I bear the secret.

You?

Yes.

I am engaged to Lord Kilmartin.

I have been humbled by Your Majesty's

interest in my prospects,

perhaps so much so that I have not been

bold enough in declaring myself.

But I love Lord Kilmartin.

And I plan to marry him.

With... Your Majesty's blessing,

of course.

That is no great mystery, Miss Francesca.

Your romantic sensibilities

have been obvious for some time.

You do not need my blessing to marry.

But that... is not why I am here.

I speak of Whistledown.

I know she is in this room.

I was close last year.

Tantalizingly so.

And now, only when the Cowper girl

publishes lies about this very family,

suddenly Whistledown rushes to print.

Surely, she suspected

what Miss Cowper intended to publish.

That is what roused her

from her hiding place. And why?

Clearly, because she is one of you.

Your Majesty.

I assure you if such a thing

were happening in my home,

I would know of it,

and I would have put

a stop to it a long time ago.

Very well.

Hold your tongue another night.

I shall loosen it soon enough.

I did not know if it'd help

or hurt your family if I were to speak.

I am glad you stayed silent.

But surely, this is a signal

of the right path forward.

That it is time for you

to give up your column. Yes?

- Colin, I--

- She will find you, eventually.

And as long as you are Whistledown,

forever this lie will hang over all of us.

Do you know what it is like

to have nowhere in the world

you can truly be yourself?

You cannot possibly know

because you are not a woman.

You have the choice to be

any kind of person you wish to be,

while the only choice women have

is to conceal the parts of ourselves

the world will not accept.

I am Whistledown.

I will not change that.

I cannot accept that.

Colin, it is our wedding night.

I shall sleep on the sofa tonight.

I will find our carriage.

It will be all right.

It will.

Mr. Bridgerton.

Benedict.

It is pleasant to see you again.

And to see both of you.

I have been thinking about your offer.

And?

Well...

Evening, ma'am.

Are you in need of directions?

No. I am here for my payment.

For the Whistledown

that was printed here last week?

The one dropped off from the Cowper House?

No Whistledowns

were printed here last week.

- Or the weeks before that.

- Fine.

I've already tried three other printers.

Surely, there cannot be so many more.

You're not her, though, are you?

I... I-- I've always wanted to meet her.

My boss at the last place

that I worked used to print for her.

Said that she was a redhead, though.

Oh?

What else did he tell you?

[tense music playing]

You... are Lady Whistledown.

- Colin, I--

- Do not try to deny it.

I heard you with the printer.

To think I ran after you

because I was worried about you,

terrified that your carriage driver

had abducted you to this part of town.

When, in truth,

you knew exactly what you were doing

because it was you who printed tonight.

- I did not print tonight's edition.

- But every other one?

Is it not you

who has been Lady Whistledown all along?

All of the lies... you have told me.

All of the things you have written

about me and my family.

- Colin, please.

- I knew something was wrong.

Stupidly, I blamed myself as if...

as if I was undeserving of your love.

But you are the one that is at fault.

I will never forgive you.

[breathes shakily]

- [wind whipping]

- [branches creaking]

[music fades out]

Get your Whistledown! Whistledown!

[up-tempo music playing]

- Oh!

- Here you are, sir.

- [coins clink]

- [chuckling]

Whistledown!

- [coins clink]

- At last!

- [coins clink]

- [chattering]

[Cressida] Dearest Gentle Reader,

if you thought that revealing

my true identity would stifle me,

guess again.

[woman] Well, I never!

[Cressida] I fear no reproach,

as now you know I write to you

from one of the most reputable houses

in Mayfair.

Certainly, no house is perfect.

Though, there are some that purport to be.

Take, for example, Bridgerton House,

with its shining reputation.

This author must question

what really goes on behind closed doors.

Can we read it?

No.

[Cressida] It is known

that Lady Violet Bridgerton

praises love matches above all else.

But does love excuse

why several of her children

have had rather rushed engagements?

Perhaps the family

confuses love with lust.

[speaking indistinctly]

[Cressida] And then there is the fact that

there are so many Bridgerton children.

Has one ever wondered why so many?

This author certainly has.

Perhaps because a few of them

may be of dubious parentage.

The lies she writes!

Whistledown is here.

I fear we already have it, Mrs. Wilson.

Another Whistledown.

Oh, Gregory, let me see it!

Very well.

Oh, thank goodness.

[Lady Whistledown] Dearest Gentle Reader...

it seems someone

has been impersonating me,

and so I can no longer sit idly by.

This author is not interested in judging

what one does out of desperation.

But gossip as I might,

I always tell the truth,

and I cannot tolerate a lie.

Cressida Cowper, this author is not.

If she were me,

surely she would have reported

on the great debt

Lord Blackburn refused to repay

to Lord Samson this week.

Or the fact that Mrs. Newham

unceremoniously dismissed her maid yesterday

for the simple act

of asking for a day off.

[gasps softly]

[Lady Whistledown] And I will not even

mention the small cruelties

Mr. Davidson's wife endures daily.

Except, I suppose, I just did.

I say this all

to remind you that this author,

the true Lady Whistledown,

is always paying attention.

[chattering]

[Lady Whistledown]

Something that I believe Miss Cowper

should try to do a little more.

You will stay in here

until Aunt Joanna arrives to collect you.

Until then,

you are not to leave this room.

[Lady Whistledown]

Yours Truly, Lady Whistledown.

[musical flourish rises and falls]

[up-tempo music resumes]

[music peaks and fades out]

- [chattering]

- [pleasant music plays]

[chattering]

[indistinct conversations]

[speaking indistinctly]

It is a good thing Miss Cowper's

Whistledown spectacle has been settled,

so now everyone

can be focused on our upcoming nuptials.

I want every eye in the ton

focused on you.

How many eyes exactly

do you think there are in the ton?

Double the amount of people,

I would imagine.

Do you know, since Penelope got engaged,

Prudence has not called me a blinkard

or a dunderhead or an anserine fool once.

I am starting to think I am clever.

- You are, my love.

- No. I'm--

I am saying

there is something wrong with her.

It is true.

Whenever I try

to grasp her hand these days,

she does not swat it away

with nearly the same gusto.

The most elaborate wedding breakfast

Mayfair has yet to see.

It will be our triumph, Penelope.

- Are you not excited?

- Excuse me, Mama.

[music fades out]

Are you a devotee of Whistledown again?

It is a particularly good issue.

Perhaps I should read it, then.

I could use a distraction.

- Good day.

- [Benedict] Good day, Penelope.

Ah. Uh, I will be

reading this... over there.

[quietly] Over there.

Pen, you have done it.

Cressida is entirely discredited.

I never thought I would say this,

but I'm so glad to see you printing again.

Eloise, he knows.

Colin. He followed me last night.

How is his condition?

He is furious.

We're to be married this week

if he will still have me,

but I doubt he will even speak to me.

Eloise, I do not know what to do.

I cannot help you with this, Pen.

I am so grateful

for everything you have done for me,

but already, I feel in the middle

between you and Colin.

- Perhaps I always have been.

- That is not true.

- You did meet Colin first.

- That was a silly infatuation.

Which... turned into

a real friendship over time, but...

you were the truest friend

I have ever known, El.

It was torture

not being by your side this season.

I could not bear the thought

of losing you completely.

Either of you.

- [clears throat]

- [pensive music plays]

I understand.

It's my mess with Colin, not yours.

Forgive me.

I wish you luck.

[music fades out]

[Lady Danbury] Hm.

You are rather lucky Lady Whistledown

decided to publish when she did.

Thank you. The... gall of that Cowper chit.

Crisis averted, no doubt.

Though, now I must avert the next one.

Do you think it possible for me to acquire

an audience with the queen this week?

[Lady Danbury] Mm.

- I fear her spirits are low.

- Mm.

I cannot recommend

that you speak with Her Majesty

about Francesca

and Lord Kilmartin just now.

She is not pleased that Whistledown

has eluded her once more.

Perhaps Francesca was right.

I should've approached her at the ball

when we had the chance.

You have done nothing wrong.

[scoffs] We are always

trying with all our might,

but the weight of the world

cannot always be upon our shoulders.

You do not sound like yourself.

[chuckles lightly]

Forgive me.

Uh, perhaps I can

convince Her Majesty some--

That is not necessary.

You know, something you

and your brother have in common

is a very kind urge

to constantly help others.

[chuckles dryly] Hm.

But I hope you know that my care for you

is not contingent on your aid.

- I am here for you, Agatha.

- [gentle music plays softly]

Always.

Even when there are

no unmarried children left to help.

[both chuckle softly]

Thank you, Violet.

That means a great deal to me.

Hmm.

[pensive music plays]

How long have you known?

I saw you leaving

a private room with Penelope last night

shortly before I found her.

- I had been trying to make her tell you.

- You should've told me yourself.

You should've told me

you were in love with my best friend

before you tripped into

the drawing room engaged!

I did not know... until last year.

[tearfully] And I was

too brokenhearted to speak of it.

I have been trying to make her tell you.

And then I thought, w...

why break your heart as well?

Her sheet has been fair this year.

Certainly sharp and biting,

but she has not written

anything withering about anyone.

Of if she has, they have deserved it.

Are you forgetting what she wrote

about me at the start of the season?

Of course, that was not so good.

Have you already forgiven her?

[Eloise] I want to.

Do you think you can?

I think you should consider yourself

uncommonly lucky...

you have never been in love.

[light music playing]

Here we are.

Uh... [hesitates]

In here for the wedding breakfast?

Do you think it too small?

How many people are we inviting?

Well, let me show you

how we'll lay it out.

[Violet] Mm. Oh...

[Lady Featherington] Well, I was thinking,

this really is my very, very favorite...

Colin...

will you at least look at me?

My mother was curious

about our not seeing each other recently,

and I did not want to arouse suspicions.

Are you going to call off the wedding?

I am a man of honor.

And we were... intimate.

Perhaps that was another part

of your planned entrapment.

I did not mean

to entrap you, Colin. I love you.

What will this marriage be?

That depends.

I noticed there was

no Whistledown this morning.

[somber music plays]

Are you going to stop publishing?

I...

I do not know.

Let us get through this wedding,

and then we will decide

what this marriage will be.

And we shall have a quartet over here,

or perhaps even a quintet.

[pensive music playing]

Um... I-- I shall see if our young people

require refreshments

for this... rather long tour.

[Violet clears throat]

- Mm.

- [chuckles]

It is good

to see Mr. Bridgerton here today.

Yes.

An engaged couple should want

to spend time together

before their wedding, should they not?

I assure you, Lady Bridgerton,

I do not know the reason.

I do not either.

- [birds chirping]

- [light music playing]

Sir.

You had a caller while you were out.

She left a note.

Thank you.

[Lady Arnold] "Please,

let me explain. Tilley."

[exhales softly]

[music fades out]

I had meant to...

speak to you about

my situation with Paul first privately.

But then we were caught, as it were.

And what is the situation, exactly?

Mr. Suarez and I have a relationship

not unlike the one I share with you.

Friendly, casual,

occasionally intimate.

And Mr. Suarez also likes

to be intimate with men.

He thought perhaps

the two of you shared a...

moment.

I have known men like Mr. Suarez,

but I myself

have never felt tempted... before.

Are you tempted by every woman you meet?

I am not.

[both chuckle softly]

[inhales] This world of ours,

as far as we know it,

spans thousands of miles... encompassing

however many millions of people,

and yet we are all bred to believe

that the only persons worth

conversing with are the thousand or so

who inhabit a few square miles

around Grosvenor Square.

[sniffs]

You know, we preen, and we promenade.

We leave calling cards, and we marry.

We play by all the rules.

And rarely do we question

the meaning of any of it for a moment.

[gentle music playing softly]

There is so much in society

that is unnatural.

But a feeling between two people,

whatever their sex...

is the most natural thing in the world.

If you did not feel

anything with Mr. Suarez,

then let us, you and I,

continue on our own.

But you should know...

my staff are very discreet.

[light music playing]

[background chatter]

Yes.

[music fades out]

- Ma'am.

- Mm?

Lord Anderson has come to call.

[pensive music builds slowly]

Oh. Um...

[Violet exhales]

[softly] Very well.

- Ah.

- [chuckles lightly]

Lady Bridgerton, it is good to see you.

You as well, Lord Anderson.

It has been some time.

- Too much time.

- [Violet chuckles]

Uh, would you like some cake? Tea?

Oh, I would be delighted.

- Uh...

- Ah.

[Violet and Marcus chuckle]

[Marcus clears throat and chuckles]

- How are you?

- Oh, I-- I am, uh...

Well... Francesca is keeping her distance

from me at the moment. [chuckles]

Did I tell you that she and Lord Kilmartin

have been secretly engaged?

I did not hear.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Though, we are waiting on the blessing

of the queen before announcing it.

It is a wait that may be

rather lengthy, unfortunately.

[chuckles] You know, Aristotle says,

"Patience is bitter,

but its fruit is sweet."

[both chuckle lightly]

[soft music builds slowly]

Mm.

Lady Bridgerton,

once Francesca

and Lord Kilmartin's affairs are in order,

do you think perhaps the two of us

could explore something together?

[swallows]

I am not uninterested in exploration.

But I will not know if I am ready for that

until after the affairs are... in order.

Especially because I am not the only one

whose affairs need ordering.

Hm.

[knocking at door]

We received a letter back

from Aunt Joanna.

She will have left today

to come and fetch you.

I imagine she will be here

in a week or two.

Mama, please.

You must put an end to this.

[sighs]

There is nothing I can do.

Your father has threatened to send me

to the countryside as well if I intervene.

If I too am banished, there is no hope

of ever bringing you back to society.

But we did this together.

I did tell you

to avoid that Bridgerton girl.

Had you listened,

I doubt any of this would have occurred.

Why did we have to write such cruel things

about the Bridgertons, Mama?

Could we not have picked another family?

The Bridgertons

so often feature in Whistledown

that it would've been strange

not to mention them.

And certainly,

it didn't hurt bringing them down a peg.

Why is that your concern now?

Perhaps I was wrong to turn on Eloise.

She is the one person

who has ever shown me true friendship.

And where is she to comfort you now?

Have I not raised you to know that,

in this world,

it is every person for themselves?

Especially amongst women.

[tense music builds slowly]

Yes, you have.

You would be wise not to forget it.

[laughter and chattering]

[laughter continues]

I realize it is tradition to drink,

but if the stag gets too drunk

the night before its wedding,

it runs the risk of being shot.

Then keep up with me,

so there might be other, slower targets.

I do not think any of us

can keep up with you tonight.

- Mm.

- [hiccups]

[chuckles]

- I thought you were not much of a drinker.

- No, I am not.

But in my defense,

your mother does not like me.

- No, our mother does not not like you.

- What? I shall handle this.

Lord Kilmartin, our mother adores... you.

[Colin and Will chuckle]

But... our mother also has

an obsession with great love stories.

What should he do?

Give the man some practical advice.

Frankly, you might consider

doing something foolish.

- Something bold. Declare yourself.

- [Colin] Mm. Mm-hmm.

Throw rocks?

Throw rocks at Francesca's window tonight.

No.

Your problem is you are trying

much too hard to be respectful.

- [light music plays]

- Bold?

[growls, grunts]

Well, if I am to be bold...

I shall need some time to think about it.

[all sighing]

- [grunts] Oh.

- [Benedict chuckling]

I think perhaps I shall go home as well.

It is strange to be drinking

in another man's club.

No. Stay.

Mrs. Mondrich and I have had

our social calendar full this week.

I am... spent. I shall

see you tomorrow, bright and early.

[Lord Kilmartin] Mm. Mm.

Come.

Perhaps that is our cue.

[music fades out]

You go. I could use a moment on my own.

Is everything well?

Is everything well with you?

- Mm?

- [Benedict chuckles]

- [chuckling]

- [chair scrapes]

[kisses]

[pensive music playing]

[in British accent] I had hoped you might

come by the night before your wedding.

[music fades out]

Genevieve, Colin found out.

Oh, dear.

He does not know about your involvement.

Well, that is good.

But how are you?

I'm relieved... in a way.

It has been painful carrying this secret.

But he hates me for it.

And he has every right to.

I am about to be married

to the man I love, and...

I do not know that I am worthy of him.

You have made

some ill-considered choices in your time.

You were a girl

who did not know her own power.

- But does that justify it?

- No.

There is no going back to the past.

All one can do is be true to one's choices

and look forward.

Will you keep publishing?

I have held back this week,

for Colin's sake.

But I tried giving it up

before he found out, and...

I felt like I was losing a part of myself.

There is no such thing as true love

without first embracing your true self.

Happy wedding eve.

Mm! [coughs]

[both laughing]

[pensive music playing]

[thrilling music builds slowly]

[music stops]

What are you doing out here?

- I was--

- No. In fact, do not answer that.

It is clear I found you

in the midst of some... secret dealings.

I do not wish to know.

And what "secret dealings"

have I found you in the midst of,

all alone the night before our wedding?

What right do you have to ask me that?

After all the secrets you have kept,

all of the things you have written

over the years,

all of the damage you have done.

You are right.

I realize how much damage I have done,

and I am so, so sorry for it.

What were you thinking...

when you wrote about Eloise?

I was trying to protect her.

I realize now how misguided I was.

And when you wrote about Miss Thompson?

- Exposing her as you did. Ruining her.

- I thought I was protecting you.

- Then you should've told me to my face.

- I know.

Or do you not respect me enough?

It is clear you do not,

after what you've written

about me this year,

that I hardly know myself.

What were you thinking then?

I was thinking

that I simply wanted

the Colin I know back.

Not this stoic man you returned as,

acting as if you care for no one

and need nothing.

[gentle music builds slowly]

It's you.

Kind and feeling, occasionally excitable,

good-hearted man who I love.

I should have told you myself. There are

so many things I should've done myself.

And now, with the confidence

you've helped me find this year,

I am finally able to.

So, then,

you do not need Whistledown anymore.

I do not need

to hide behind Whistledown anymore,

but I am not saying

there is not any value in it.

Do you know what is most humiliating?

I let you talk so much about my journal

as if I were to be this... great writer.

When all this time,

you have been a published writer

renowned across Mayfair.

Colin, I meant everything

I said about your writing.

You are putting yourself in danger

being out here tonight.

You've been putting yourself in danger

living this double life all along.

- I have been careful.

- You have been foolish.

- Colin, I can take of myself.

- Then what good am I to you?

Colin, I love you!

I love you.

[intense music playing]

[sighing and panting]

[horse neighing]

Stay still.

- [music slows]

- [horse snorts]

[breathing heavily]

I shall see you tomorrow.

[driver] Oi!

[pensive music playing]

[distant indistinct chattering]

[music fades out]

- [man] I know. I said so.

- [woman] Yes.

[man speaking indistinctly]

Ah, there you are.

We were debating going to bed.

It is very late, Colin.

Kate! Ha!

- Where've you been? [chuckling]

- [Colin chuckles]

- [Kate sighs]

- What am I, chopped liver?

What are you both doing here?

I didn't think I'd see you until tomorrow.

Your mother called us in early.

Thought you'd want marital advice.

She really does know everything.

What is going on with you and Penelope?

All is well between us.

The smell of fermented fruit emanating

from your person would indicate otherwise.

It was celebratory.

Two glasses is celebratory.

One whole bottle is a cry for help.

I do not wish to unburden myself

to you two, with your perfect marriage.

Oh. You think our marriage is perfect?

Is it not?

We are more than happy now,

but it took us time to get here.

Time to get down the aisle, certainly.

You and Penelope

have been close for years.

Well, yes, but...

I am no longer sure I truly know her.

What happened?

It is not our business what happened.

Every one of us has secrets

or have made mistakes

once or twice in our lives.

Surely, there is a reason

Penelope has been

so dear to you for so long.

Does whatever new information

you have learned truly negate all that?

Then you cannot let one mistake

define your entire relationship.

- [solemn music playing]

- Marriage takes hard work.

But it is work that is worth it.

Our marriage is not hard work.

You are wearisome tonight.

[chuckling]

Or perhaps it is the hour.

[sighs]

I will see you at the church tomorrow.

Good night.

I drank a whole bottle before my wedding,

the second wedding,

and it was deeply celebratory.

Three raw eggs in the morning.

[music fades out]

[laughing]

It is not your footman's fault.

I slipped in.

The night you escaped... nearly escaped,

I had no concept

of what you were running from.

I was ten years old.

All I knew of the world outside our home

was that it was dangerous

for a young lady.

And I thought, if I could

get you to stay a little longer,

perhaps I could give myself time

to prove myself to you.

To our father, you mean.

I mean to you.

I've heard you make comments

disparaging the girl you once were.

But you were resolute, even then.

I mean, the simple act

of dreaming to run away?

You had something in you all along,

a kind of courage

I never dreamed of having.

I have wished so many times

that I had stood up to him.

For you. For myself.

You are not the only one

that was made to feel

that they had been found wanting.

Why did you never tell me

any of that before?

Because I was not only in awe of you,

I was afraid of you.

The fearsome creature I created.

Perhaps I have subconsciously

taken notes from our father.

You are nothing like him.

Except the cane.

Though yours is far more stylish.

Do not come for my cane.

I suppose you got

all the good joints in the family.

[laughs]

I have been hard on you.

At last, my life is full of joy.

And I've been afraid

you would take it away from me.

Any joy I am after,

I deeply hope you are a large part of.

- Hm.

- [gentle music plays]

I do need to speak to the footmen.

They need to mind the visitors.

[chuckling]

Hm.

Come. We have a wedding to attend.

[gentle music continues]

[Varley] Are you ready for your dress?

Yes, Varley.

You're going to be

the most beautiful bride.

Mm.

[pensive music plays lightly]

What has happened here?

Your Majesty, I turned my ankle

chasing after a delivery boy.

I see. And what did you discover?

He told me...

Well, he does not know who Whistledown is,

but he says

most of his buyers live in Mayfair.

So he thinks... well,

Lady Whistledown must live there as well.

[Brimsley] Thank you.

We will look into it.

Your Majesty.

I have thought long and hard

on the conundrum of finding your author

and have drawn the conclusion

that perhaps Lady Whistledown

is not a lady at all.

You see, Your Majesty,

Lady Whistledown is a nom de plume,

which leads me to believe

that she might be a man...

[music picks up and intensifies]

[music fades out]

[singing hymn]

[indistinct background chatter]

Oh, that is Lady Barragan, whose luncheon,

do not forget, we failed to attend.

And now she will want us

to attend her next one... even more.

Mm-hmm.

[indistinct overlapping conversations]

[choir continues singing hymn]

I love weddings.

Hm.

Ours was perfect.

- [doors open]

- [strings playing classical tune]

Here we go.

["Yellow" by Vitamin String Quartet plays]

Are you ready?

[guests exclaiming softly]

[inaudible dialogue]

[music intensifies]

[music grows gentle and slows]

["Yellow" ends]

[minister] Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here

in the sight of God and this congregation

to join together this man

and this woman in holy matrimony.

Wilt thou have this woman

to be thy wedded wife,

to live together

in the holy estate of matrimony?

Wilt thou forsake all others,

keeping thee only unto her,

so long as ye both shall live?

- I, Colin Bridgerton...

- [gentle classical music plays]

...take thee, Penelope Featherington,

to be my wedded wife,

to have and to hold.

I, Penelope Featherington,

take thee, Colin Bridgerton,

to be my wedded husband,

to have and to hold.

With this ring, I thee wed.

With my body, I thee worship.

[minister] And by the joining of hands,

I now pronounce

that they be man and wife together,

in the name of the Father

and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

[gentle classical music continues]

[strings playing classical tune]

[Penelope] Mama,

you have outdone yourself.

Mm. Do you like it?

It is truly... magnificent.

Congratulations, Penelope.

You do make... an exceptionally fine bride.

[gasps softly] Oh.

Would you like to say

how you really feel now?

That is how I really feel.

Thank you.

[indistinct chattering]

It was the most beautiful wedding.

[Colin] Thank you, Hyacinth.

[Hyacinth] And Penelope looked stunning.

Why do you look so vacant?

- This is, uh--

- Quite a wedding breakfast.

Marcus and I entered together

but were quickly separated

by the sheer volume of guests.

[Violet chuckles lightly]

Are you feeling in better spirits?

I am.

Making peace is a relief.

[both chuckle lightly]

Perhaps you should try it.

That is my intention.

[Lady Danbury] Hm.

Is all well with you?

[clears throat]

I saw you crying at the ceremony.

Simply tears at losing

another friend to marriage.

Or maybe it was dust.

Which brother or sister

do you like the best?

Gregory, clearly.

Oh. Well, fair enough.

But I know there is room enough

in your heart for the rest of us.

Love is not finite, Eloise.

[solemn music playing]

The friendship you have with Penelope

is a lucky thing.

As is the one you have with Colin.

[clears throat]

A lot of dust in here too.

[inhales deeply]

Excuse me.

I am going to find some champagne.

[tense music playing]

[doorknob rattling]

- Your tea, miss.

- I need your help.

[music peaks and fades out]

- [background chatter]

- [light classical music playing]

- We'd love very much to see you.

- We shall certainly try to be there.

- Yes, of course. Enjoy the party.

- Wonderful.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

[man] Mr. and Mrs. Mondrich?

Yes.

- [overlapping chatter]

- [light classical music playing]

- When was your last letter from Edwina?

- There was one waiting when we returned.

She writes that her new husband

is not only a reader

but has cultivated in her

a love for the outdoors.

- Your sister?

- Shocking, I know.

She has even been riding with him.

- [sighs]

- [chuckles]

I am so envious.

You cannot imagine

how charming our town in India is.

It has been so long

since I have ridden there.

Well, I should like to see it.

In fact, I should like to see it soon.

Before our child comes.

- Now?

- Mm.

Of course I want

to go over with you, one day.

- But the journey takes months.

- Yeah, and if we go now,

we will have time

to prepare for the birth there.

Look, I know how much

you love our life here.

You have made yourself

completely a part of our family.

But I cannot help

but feel that something is missing.

What about your mother?

She would be missing

the birth of her grandchild.

Our child... will always be a Bridgerton.

But I should like them to know

that they are a Sharma as well,

know their history.

And it is important for me to know it

so we can share that history

with our child, together.

Mother will understand that.

And we will return.

[sighs] Please do not

make me love you more.

I do not think I can bear it.

- Absolutely lovely. All good wishes.

- Thank you.

[exhales]

[clears throat]

Penelope, are you enjoying yourself?

Very much.

Though it is all a little overwhelming. I...

Well, weddings are never

for the bride and groom,

even when things

are well between the couple.

Thank you.

For allowing me to work it out for myself.

Well, this wedding couldn't plan itself.

I have not had time to meddle.

[chuckles softly]

Whatever it is,

I know you will resolve it.

The important part

is that you are married now.

- Could we--

- I--

Could we get away from here?

I have spent so long

clinging to walls like this. I...

- I do not wish to do that any longer.

- Where do you propose we go?

[Penelope] Perhaps...

to the center.

I do not think I have it in me

to greet any more guests.

Then perhaps we could dance.

It is a wedding breakfast.

- The sun is still out.

- I realize that.

But I should like to dance

with my husband in the light of day.

If we can dance in a church, why not here?

Very well.

["You Belong with Me" by Duomo playing]

[Lord Kilmartin] Would you like to dance?

Lord Kilmartin.

You do not mean it.

Why not?

[Francesca] I did not think you a dancer.

[Lord Kilmartin] Perhaps not.

But perhaps we should both

be more bold in declaring ourselves.

[Marcus] Lady Bridgerton.

[both chuckle lightly]

Thank you so much for having me.

Oh, Lord Anderson,

I am glad you have joined us.

And, uh, with your sister.

Ah. Yes.

All our affairs in order.

And you?

I do believe my affairs

are very nearly coming together as well.

- He oversteps.

- I think they move quite beautifully.

No. Not them.

Our family is happy and together.

Do not take that for granted.

["You Belong With Me" continues]

[inaudible dialogue]

[song ends]

[announcer] Her Majesty the Queen.

[guests exclaiming quietly]

[hushed overlapping chatter]

Lady Featherington.

Your Majesty.

Everyone who is not a Bridgerton may go.

Now.

[hushed overlapping chatter]

Penelope.

You are a Bridgerton now.

Someone in this room

has something to hide.

[suspenseful music plays]

[Charlotte] And I shall not leave

until they come forward

and reveal themselves.

The longer you delay,

the greater my irritation.

Step forward.

Confess.

It is I.

I bear the secret.

[suspenseful music fades out]

You?

Yes.

I am engaged to Lord Kilmartin.

I have been humbled by Your Majesty's

interest in my prospects,

perhaps so much so that I have not been

bold enough in declaring myself.

But I love Lord Kilmartin.

And I plan to marry him.

With... Your Majesty's blessing,

of course.

That is no great mystery, Miss Francesca.

Your romantic sensibilities

have been obvious for some time.

You do not need my blessing to marry.

But that... is not why I am here.

I speak of Whistledown.

I know she is in this room.

[tense music playing]

[Charlotte] I was close last year.

Tantalizingly so.

And now, only when the Cowper girl

publishes lies about this very family,

suddenly Whistledown rushes to print.

Surely, she suspected

what Miss Cowper intended to publish.

That is what roused her

from her hiding place. And why?

Clearly, because she is one of you.

[Anthony] Your Majesty.

I assure you if such a thing

were happening in my home,

I would know of it,

and I would have put

a stop to it a long time ago.

[inhales deeply]

Very well.

Hold your tongue another night.

[music intensifies]

I shall loosen it soon enough.

[music settles]

I did not know if it'd help

or hurt your family if I were to speak.

I am glad you stayed silent.

But surely, this is a signal

of the right path forward.

That it is time for you

to give up your column. Yes?

- Colin, I--

- She will find you, eventually.

And as long as you are Whistledown,

forever this lie will hang over all of us.

Do you know what it is like

to have nowhere in the world

you can truly be yourself?

You cannot possibly know

because you are not a woman.

You have the choice to be

any kind of person you wish to be,

while the only choice women have

is to conceal the parts of ourselves

the world will not accept.

I am Whistledown.

I will not change that.

I cannot accept that.

Colin, it is our wedding night.

I shall sleep on the sofa tonight.

I will find our carriage.

- [Eloise] It will be all right.

- [sniffs, crying]

It will.

[Penelope sobbing]

[music fades out]

[intriguing music playing]

- [door opens]

- [laughter and chatter]

Mr. Bridgerton.

[Benedict chuckles]

Benedict.

It is pleasant to see you again.

And to see both of you.

I have been thinking about your offer.

And?

Well...

[intriguing music builds slowly]

[both panting]

[music intensifies]

[breathing deeply]

- [music peaks and fades]

- [rats squeaking]

[pensive music builds slowly]

[knocking]

Evening, ma'am.

Are you in need of directions?

No. I am here for my payment.

For the Whistledown

that was printed here last week?

The one dropped off from the Cowper House?

No Whistledowns

were printed here last week.

- Or the weeks before that.

- Fine.

I've already tried three other printers.

Surely, there cannot be so many more.

You're not her, though, are you?

I... I-- I've always wanted to meet her.

My boss at the last place

that I worked used to print for her.

Said that she was a redhead, though.

Oh?

What else did he tell you?

[pensive music builds]

[music peaks and fades out]

[theme music playing]

[music ends]

ФЕЛЬЕТОН ЛЕДИ УИСЛДАУН

ЛЕДИ ТИЛЛИ АРНОЛЬД

МЕЙФЭР

ТИПОГРАФИЯ «СМИТ И СЫНОВЬЯ»

Ты леди Уислдаун.

- Колин, я...

- Не отрицай.

Я слышал разговор с типографом.

Надо же. Я поехал за тобой,

потому что переживал за тебя.

В ужасе, что возница

обманом завез тебя в этот район.

А на самом деле

ты прекрасно знала, что делаешь.

Ведь ты сегодня опубликовалась.

- Тот выпуск не мой.

- А все остальные?

Разве не ты всё это время

была леди Уислдаун?

Вся ложь, что ты мне наговорила.

Всё, что ты написала

обо мне и моей семье.

- Колин, прошу.

- Я что-то подозревал.

Глупец, я винил себя, словно я...

Словно я не заслуживал твоей любви.

Но это ты во всём виновата.

Я никогда тебя не прощу.

БРИДЖЕРТОНЫ

Новый выпуск фельетона Уислдаун!

Фельетон Уислдаун!

Дорогой читатель,

если вы считали, что раскрытие

моей личности сдержит меня,

вы ошиблись.

Вот это да!

Я не боюсь осуждения.

Ведь вы знаете, что я пишу

из одного из самых

респектабельных домов Мейфэра.

Разумеется, не бывает идеальных домов.

Хотя есть те,

кто к ним себя причисляет.

Взять, к примеру, Бриджертон-хаус

с его блестящей репутацией.

Автор задается вопросом,

что в реальности происходит

за закрытыми дверями.

Можно нам прочесть?

Нет.

Известно, что леди Вайолет Бриджертон

высоко ценит браки по любви.

Но разве это оправдание того,

что несколько ее детей

столь поспешно заключили помолвки?

Возможно, семейство

принимает похоть за любовь.

И не следует забывать тот факт,

что у них многочисленное потомство.

Вы не задумывались, почему столько?

Ваша покорная слуга

задавалась этим вопросом.

Возможно, дело в том, что кто-то из них

сомнительного происхождения.

Что за ложь она пишет!

Фельетон Уислдаун.

У нас уже есть, миссис Уилсон.

Другой фельетон Уислдаун.

Грегори, дай сюда!

Ладно.

ФЕЛЬЕТОН ЛЕДИ УИСЛДАУН

О, слава богу.

Дорогой читатель...

Похоже, кто-то решил

выдать себя за меня.

И я больше не могу бездействовать.

Автор сих строк не станет осуждать то,

на что можно пойти от отчаяния.

Но хоть я и сплетница,

я всегда говорю правду

и не выношу ложь.

Автор этих строк — не Крессида Каупер.

Будь она мной, непременно написала бы

об огромном долге,

который лорд Блэкбёрн отказался

вернуть лорду Сэмсону на этой неделе.

Или о том, что вчера миссис Ньюэм

бесцеремонно рассчитала горничную

лишь за то, что та попросила выходной.

И это я даже не стану упоминать

о мелких жестокостях, которым ежедневно

подвергается миссис Дэвидсон.

Хотя, я только что это сделала.

Я пишу обо всём этом лишь за тем,

чтобы напомнить,

что ваша покорная слуга, истинная

леди Уислдаун, всегда на посту.

Мисс Каупер следует

чаще это практиковать.

Сиди здесь, пока за тобой

не приедет тетя Джоанна.

До того момента

не переступай порог этой комнаты.

Всегда ваша, леди Уислдаун.

Хорошо, что спектакль с мисс Каупер

в роли Уислдаун в прошлом.

Теперь всё внимание будет приковано

к твоему бракосочетанию.

Я хочу, чтобы все глаза общества

смотрели на тебя.

Интересно, сколько именно

глаз в обществе?

Умножь членов общества на два.

После помолвки Пенелопы

Пруденс ни разу не назвала меня

тупицей, дубиной или глупой гусыней.

Я начинаю считать себя умной.

Так и есть, любимая.

Это я к тому, что с ней что-то не так.

Верно.

Если пытаюсь взять ее за руку,

она отдергивает ее

с гораздо меньшей пылкостью.

Мейфэр еще не видывал

более изысканного свадебного приема.

Пенелопа, это будет наш триумф.

- Ты не рада?

- Прости, мама.

Снова стала поклонницей Уислдаун?

Это отличный выпуск.

Пожалуй, прочту. Не помешает отвлечься.

- Добрый день.

- Добрый, Пенелопа.

Я займусь прочтением этого вон там.

Пен, ты справилась.

Крессида полностью дискредитирована.

Не думала, что скажу это,

но я рада, что ты печатаешься.

Элоиза, он знает.

Вчера Колин выследил меня.

Как он?

В ярости.

Мы поженимся, если он не откажется.

Но вряд ли заговорит со мной.

Элоиза, я не знаю, как быть.

Пен, тут я тебе не помогу.

Я благодарна за всё,

что ты для меня сделала.

Но я и так чувствую,

что стою между тобой и Колином.

- Возможно, так всегда было.

- Нет.

- Сначала ты встретила Колина.

- Глупая влюбленность.

Со временем она переросла

в настоящую дружбу, но...

Ты была мне самым лучшим другом, Эл.

Этот сезон без тебя стал пыткой.

Не могу думать о том, что потеряю тебя.

Вас обоих.

Я понимаю.

Это моя проблема, не твоя. Прости.

Удачи тебе.

Вам повезло, что леди Уислдаун

так вовремя опубликовалась.

Спасибо. До чего же наглая

эта девица Каупер.

Кризис предотвращен. Верно.

Но теперь нужно

предотвратить следующий.

Как думаете, сейчас можно

получить аудиенцию у королевы?

Боюсь, она не в настроении.

Не рекомендую говорить с Ее Величеством

о Франческе и лорде Килмартине сейчас.

Она недовольна,

что Уислдаун снова удалось ускользнуть.

Франческа была права.

Нужно было подойти на балу,

когда у нас был шанс.

Вы не сделали ничего плохого.

Мы всегда стараемся изо всех сил.

Но не можем вечно нести

тяжесть мира на своих плечах.

Вы сами на себя не похожи.

Простите.

Возможно, я смогу

убедить Ее Величество...

В этом нет необходимости.

Знаете, у вас с вашим братом

есть общая черта.

Ваша доброта толкает вас

постоянно помогать другим.

Надеюсь, вы знаете, что причина

моей привязанности к вам не в этом.

Я рядом, Агата. Всегда.

Даже когда уже будет

не нужна помощь с женитьбой детей.

Спасибо, Вайолет.

Для меня это очень важно.

Давно ты знаешь?

Я видел, как вы уединились

с Пенелопой вчера вечером.

Перед тем, как я всё узнал.

- Я убеждала ее сказать тебе.

- Нужно было самой сказать.

Ты не сказал мне, что любишь

мою лучшую подругу!

Просто взял и объявил о помолвке.

Я не знала до прошлого года.

И была слишком расстроена,

чтобы говорить об этом.

Я старалась заставить ее сказать тебе.

А потом подумала, зачем...

Зачем разбивать и твое сердце?

В этом году она была справедлива.

Да, остра на язык, язвительна.

Но не написала ни о ком

ничего уничижительного.

А если и да, то по заслугам.

Забыла ее слова обо мне

в начале сезона?

Да, это было вовсе нехорошо.

Ты уже ее простила?

Я хочу.

Думаешь, ты сможешь?

Думаю, тебе следует считать,

что тебе невероятно повезло,

раз ты ни разу не влюблялась.

Мы пришли.

Здесь пройдет свадебный прием?

Думаете, мало места?

Сколько будет гостей?

Я покажу вам, как мы всё спланировали.

Я думала, это мой любимый...

Колин...

Хоть взгляни на меня.

Мама удивилась,

что мы совсем не видимся.

Я решил не возбуждать подозрения.

Ты отменишь свадьбу?

Я человек чести.

А мы были близки.

Возможно, это тоже было

частью твоего плана.

Не было никакого плана, Колин.

Я люблю тебя.

Что это будет за брак?

Посмотрим.

Сегодня утром фельетон не вышел.

Ты перестанешь писать?

Я...

Я не знаю.

Сначала поженимся.

Потом решим, что это будет за брак.

А здесь будет квартет.

Или даже квинтет.

Предложу молодежи напитки.

Обсуждение немного затянулось.

Хорошо, что мистер Бриджертон пришел.

Да.

Обрученные должны стремиться

быть вместе перед свадьбой, верно?

Уверяю вас, леди Бриджертон,

я не знаю причин.

Я тоже.

Сэр.

К вам приходила посетительница.

Она оставила записку.

Благодарю.

«Прошу, позволь объясниться. Тилли».

Я собиралась

сначала лично рассказать тебе

о моей ситуации с Полом.

Но мы попались. Можно так выразиться.

И что же это за ситуация?

Мои отношения с мистером Суарезом

не похожи на наши с тобой.

Дружеские, легкие.

Иногда интимные.

А еще мистеру Суарезу нравятся мужчины.

Он подумал, что между вами пробежала

искра.

Мне знакомы подобные мужчины.

Но я сам никогда

не испытывал тяги. Раньше.

Тебя тянет ко всем женщинам?

Вовсе нет.

Известный нам мир

простирается на тысячи миль,

в нём живут миллионы людей.

Но нам с детства внушают,

что достойна нашего внимания

лишь пара тысяч,

обитающая в районе площади Гросвенор.

Мы прихорашиваемся, прогуливаемся.

Оставляем визитки, вступаем в брак.

Играем по всем правилам.

И редко задумываемся о том,

какой в них смысл.

В этом обществе

столько противоестественного.

А чувства между двумя людьми,

каким бы ни был их пол, —

самое естественное, что есть на свете.

Если ты ничего не чувствуешь

к мистеру Суарезу,

то давай просто продолжим

наши отношения.

Но ты должен знать.

Моя прислуга умеет молчать.

Да.

Мэм.

К вам лорд Андерсон.

Хорошо.

Леди Бриджертон, рад вас видеть.

Взаимно, лорд Андерсон.

Давно не виделись.

Слишком давно.

Хотите пирога? Чая?

О, с удовольствием.

- Как вы?

- О, я...

Ну... Франческа сейчас меня избегает.

Я говорила, что они

с лордом Килмартином тайно обручились?

Я не слышал.

- Поздравляю.

- Спасибо.

Мы ждем благословения королевы,

чтобы объявить об этом.

К сожалению, это ожидание

может сильно затянуться.

Аристотель сказал:

«Терпение горько, но плод его сладок».

Леди Бриджертон,

когда дела Франчески

и лорда Килмартина будут улажены,

может, мы с вами

сможем кое-что вместе исследовать?

Мне не чужда тяга к исследованиям.

Но я буду знать, готова ли я к этому,

лишь когда тот вопрос будет улажен.

Особенно потому, что не только

мои дела должны быть улажены.

Мы получили письмо от тети Джоанны.

Она сегодня выехала за тобой.

Думаю, приедет в течение двух недель.

Мама, прошу.

Ты должна прекратить это.

Я бессильна.

Твой отец пригрозил,

что я последую за тобой,

если вмешаюсь в это дело.

Тогда не будет никакой надежды

когда-нибудь вернуть тебя в общество.

Но мы сделали это вместе.

Я же велела тебе

сторониться девицы Бриджертон.

Если бы ты прислушалась,

вряд ли бы всё это случилось.

Мама, зачем было писать

такие гадости о Бриджертонах?

Нельзя было выбрать другую семью?

Бриджертоны так часто

фигурируют в фельетоне,

что было бы странно не упомянуть их.

Да и не повредит

слегка сбить с них спесь.

Какое это сейчас имеет значение?

Возможно, зря я предала Элоизу.

Лишь она была мне настоящим другом.

Почему же она сейчас

не поддерживает тебя?

Разве я не объясняла тебе,

что в этом мире каждый сам за себя?

Особенно это касается женщин.

Да, объясняла.

Будь благоразумной, не забывай об этом.

Да, напиться — это традиция.

Но если жених

переберет накануне свадьбы,

он рискует быть застреленным.

Так не отставайте.

Так будут другие медленные цели.

Вряд ли кто-то из нас

сможет сегодня угнаться за вами.

- Я думал, вы не по выпивке.

- Верно.

Но есть повод.

Я не нравлюсь вашей матери.

- Нет, она вас не не любит.

- Позволь мне.

Лорд Килмартин, наша мать вас обожает.

Но при этом у нее есть

страсть к великим историям любви.

Как ему быть? Дайте практический совет.

Думаю, нужно сотворить

какую-то глупость.

Нечто дерзкое. Проявить себя.

Бросать камни?

Забросать ночью окно Франчески камнями.

Нет.

Проблема в том,

что вы слишком респектабельны.

Дерзкое?

Раз нужна дерзость,

мне нужно всё хорошо обдумать.

Пожалуй, мне тоже пора домой.

Странно пить в чужом клубе.

Нет.

У нас с женой вся неделя расписана.

Я вымотался.

Увидимся завтра утром.

Пошли.

Похоже, нам тоже пора.

Иди. Мне не помешает одиночество.

Всё хорошо?

А у тебя всё хорошо?

Я надеялась, что вы зайдете

в ночь перед свадьбой.

Женевьева, Колин знает.

О боже.

Он не в курсе вашей роли.

Ну, это хорошо.

Но как вы?

Камень с души. В каком-то роде.

Было тяжело хранить это в секрете.

Но он меня возненавидел.

И он имеет на это право.

Завтра я выйду

за любимого человека, но...

Достойна ли я его?

В свое время вы приняли

несколько необдуманных решений.

Вы были девчонкой,

не осознающей свою силу.

- Разве это оправдание?

- Нет.

Прошлое не изменить.

Нужно оставаться верной

принятым решениями

и идти вперед.

Вы продолжите писать?

Эту неделю пропустила. Ради Колина.

Но я пробовала бросить

до того, как он узнал, и...

Это было словно потерять часть себя.

Нельзя обрести истинную любовь,

если сначала не принять истинного себя.

Отпразднуем наш девичник.

ЛЕДИ ТИЛЛИ АРНОЛЬД

МЕЙФЭР

Что ты тут делаешь?

- Я...

- Нет, не отвечай.

Очевидно, что я застал тебя

за какими-то тайными делами.

Я не хочу знать.

А за какими «тайными делами»

застала тебя я,

одного в ночи накануне свадьбы?

По какому праву ты спрашиваешь?

После всех секретов, что ты хранила,

всего того, что написала за эти годы,

всего вреда, что ты причинила.

Ты прав.

Я понимаю, сколько вреда причинила.

И я раскаиваюсь в этом.

О чём ты думала,

когда писала об Элоизе?

Я пыталась ее защитить.

Теперь я осознаю свою ошибку.

А про мисс Томпсон?

- Рассказав всё. Уничтожив ее.

- Я хотела защитить тебя.

- Тогда нужно было сказать лично мне.

- Знаю.

Или ты меня настолько не уважаешь?

Очевидно, что это так.

После всего, что написала в этом году.

Что я сам себя не знаю.

О чём ты тогда думала?

О том,

что я хочу увидеть прежнего Колина.

А не стоика, которым ты вернулся.

Которому ни до чего

и ни до кого нет дела.

Ты же такой.

Добрый, чувствующий,

иногда азартный. Тот, которого я люблю.

Нужно было самой тебе сказать.

Это многого касается.

Но ты помог мне обрести уверенность.

И я наконец-то смогла это сделать.

Значит, тебе больше не нужна Уислдаун.

Мне не нужно прятаться за псевдонимом.

Но я не говорю, что она не нужна.

Знаешь, что самое унизительное?

Я позволял тебе

столько говорить о моём дневнике.

Словно я великий писатель.

А на самом деле

всё это время ты публиковалась

и была известна на весь Мейфэр.

Колин, я говорила искренне.

Ночные похождения опасны.

Ты всё это время рискуешь,

живя двойной жизнью.

- Я была осторожна.

- Ты была глупа.

- Я могу о себе позаботиться.

- Тогда зачем тебе я?

Колин, я люблю тебя!

Я люблю тебя.

Замри.

Увидимся завтра.

- Знаю. Я так и сказал.

- Да.

Никогда это не забуду.

Или хорошую игру. Что скажешь?

Наконец-то. Мы уже собрались спать.

Очень поздно, Колин.

Кейт!

Где ты был?

А я чем провинился?

Какими судьбами?

Я думал, вы приедете завтра.

Нас пригласила твоя мать.

Решила, тебе нужен наш совет.

Она и правда всё знает.

Что случилось у вас с Пенелопой?

У нас всё хорошо.

От тебя исходит запах ферментированных

плодов, указывающий на обратное.

Я праздновал.

Пара бокалов — празднование.

Бутылка — крик о помощи.

Я не хочу изливать вам душу.

У вас идеальный брак.

Думаешь, он идеален?

Разве нет?

Сейчас мы очень счастливы.

Но для этого потребовалось время.

Время на то, чтобы пройти к алтарю.

Вы с Пенелопой дружны многие годы.

Да, но... Я уже не уверен,

что по-настоящему знаю ее.

Что случилось?

Случившееся нас не касается.

У каждого есть секреты.

Мы все раз или два совершали ошибку.

Но очевидно, что Пенелопа не просто так

столько лет была тебе дорога.

Неужели то, что ты недавно узнал о ней,

перечеркивает всё былое?

Тогда нельзя позволить одной ошибке

определить все отношения.

Брак — это тяжелый труд.

Но он того стоит.

У нас нет никакого труда.

Сегодня ты несносен.

Может, просто слишком поздно.

Увидимся завтра в церкви.

Доброй ночи.

Я выпил целую бутылку

перед свадьбой. Второй.

Праздновал от души.

Три сырых яйца утром.

Твой лакей тут ни при чём.

Я сам прокрался.

В ночь твоего побега...

Неудавшегося побега.

Я тогда не понимал, от чего ты бежишь.

Мне было десять лет.

Единственное, что я знал

о мире вне дома —

он опасен для юной леди.

Я думал, что если

ты еще немного задержишься,

у меня будет время

проявить себя перед тобой.

Вернее, перед нашим отцом.

Перед тобой.

Я слышал, ты пренебрежительно

отзываешься о себе в молодости.

Но ты была решительной. Уже тогда.

Чего стоит сама идея сбежать?

В тебе всегда это было.

Смелость, о которой я не мог и мечтать.

Я столько раз хотел

воспротивиться воле отца.

Ради тебя. Ради себя.

Не только тебе

давали понять,

что ты не оправдала ожиданий.

Почему ты всё это время

молчал об этом?

Потому что я не только

восхищался тобой,

но и боялся тебя.

Я создала пугающий образ.

Возможно, подсознательно

брала пример с отца.

Ты ничуть на него не похожа.

Кроме трости.

Хотя твоя гораздо изысканнее.

Ни слова о моей трости.

Похоже, все крепкие суставы

достались тебе.

Я была к тебе несправедлива.

Наконец-то моя жизнь полна радости.

И я боялась, что ты лишишь меня этого.

Та радость, которую я ищу,

невозможна без твоего участия.

Лакею всё равно всыплю.

Посетители — его ответственность.

Идем. Мы приглашены на свадьбу.

Вы готовы надеть платье?

Да, Варли.

Ты будешь самой красивой невестой.

Что с вами случилось?

Ваше Величество, я подвернула ногу,

бегая за рассыльным.

Вот как. И что же вы узнали?

Он сказал...

Ну, он не знаком с Уислдаун.

Но сказал, что большинство клиентов

живут в Мейфэр.

Поэтому он предположил,

что леди Уислдаун тоже оттуда.

Спасибо.

Мы займемся этим.

Ваше Величество.

Я долго и напряженно бился

над загадкой поисков вашего автора

и пришел к выводу,

что, возможно, леди Уислдаун

вовсе не леди.

Видите ли, Ваше Величество,

леди Уислдаун — это псевдоним.

И это навело меня на мысль,

что она может быть мужчиной.

Спасибо.

О, леди Бэрраган. Напомню,

мы пропустили данный ею обед.

И теперь ей не терпится,

чтобы мы появились на следующем.

Люблю свадьбы.

Наша была прекрасна.

Ну вот.

Ты готова?

Возлюбленные мои,

мы собрались здесь

перед лицом Бога и прихожан,

чтобы соединить этого мужчину

и эту женщину узами священного брака.

Берешь ли ты эту женщину себе в жены,

чтобы жить с ней вместе

в священном браке?

Будешь ли ты избегать всех прочих,

храня себя лишь для нее

до конца ваших дней?

Я, Колин Бриджертон,

беру тебя, Пенелопу Фэзерингтон,

в законные жёны,

чтобы любить и заботиться о тебе.

Я, Пенелопа Фэзерингтон,

беру тебя, Колин Бриджертон,

в законные мужья,

чтобы любить и заботиться о тебе.

Этим кольцом я обручаюсь с тобой.

Я отдаю тебе всю себя.

Соединяя их руки,

я объявляю их мужем и женой

во имя Отца и Сына и Святого Духа.

Аминь.

Мама, ты превзошла себя.

Тебе нравится?

Это просто потрясающе.

Поздравляю, Пенелопа.

Из тебя вышла прекрасная невеста.

Теперь можешь сказать правду.

Я ее уже сказала.

Спасибо.

Это была самая красивая свадьба.

- Спасибо, Джасинт.

- Пенелопа ослепительна.

Чего такой задумчивый?

- Это...

- Потрясающий свадебный прием.

Мы с Маркусом пришли вместе,

но нас тут же разделил

невероятный поток гостей.

Вы воспряли духом?

Да.

Примирение дарует облегчение.

Думаю, вам стоит попробовать.

Я к этому стремлюсь.

Ты в порядке?

Я видел, как ты плакала в церкви.

Оплакивала потерю очередной подруги.

Или соринка попала.

Кто твой любимый брат или сестра?

Конечно же Грегори.

О. Справедливо.

Но я точно знаю, что в твоем сердце

хватит места для нас всех.

Любовь не ограничена, Элоиза.

Тебе повезло подружиться с Пенелопой.

То же самое с Колином.

Опять что-то в глаз попало.

Прости, схожу за шампанским.

- Ваш чай, мисс.

- Мне нужна твоя помощь.

Мы будем очень рады вас видеть.

Мы обязательно постараемся быть.

- Да, конечно. Приятного вам дня.

- Чудесно.

- Спасибо.

- Спасибо.

Мистер и миссис Мондрич?

Да.

- Есть новости от Эдвины?

- Получила по приезде.

Пишет, что ее новый муж

не только любит читать,

но и привил ей любовь

к прогулкам на природе.

- Твоей сестре?

- Я сама в шоке.

Они даже вместе ездят верхом.

Я ужасно завидую.

Ты не представляешь,

до чего хорош наш город в Индии.

Я так давно не ездила там верхом.

Я бы хотел взглянуть.

Вообще-то, в ближайшее время.

- До рождения ребенка.

- Сейчас?

Я бы очень хотела

поехать с тобой. Однажды.

Но это месяцы пути.

Да, едем сейчас.

Так мы успеем подготовиться

к рождению ребенка.

Я знаю, как тебе нравится

наша жизнь здесь.

Ты стала безусловным членом семьи.

Но мне всё кажется,

что чего-то не хватает.

А как же твоя мать?

Она пропустит рождение внука.

Наш ребенок всегда будет Бриджертоном.

Но я хочу, чтобы он знал,

что он также Шарма.

Знал свою историю.

Я тоже хочу ее знать. Чтобы эта история

объединила всех нас. С ребенком.

Мама поймет.

И мы вернемся.

Не заставляй меня

любить тебя еще больше. Я не выдержу.

- Прелестно. Всего самого лучшего.

- Спасибо.

Пенелопа, ты хорошо проводишь время?

Очень. Хотя всё это немного ошеломляет.

Что ж, свадьбы

вовсе не для жениха и невесты.

Даже когда в паре царит гармония.

Спасибо.

Что не стала в это вмешиваться.

Ну, свадьба сама не устроится.

Мне было совсем не до того.

Что бы это ни было,

я знаю, что ты всё решишь.

Важно то, что теперь ты замужем.

- Может...

- Я...

Мы можем уйти отсюда?

Я так долго вот так стояла у стенки. Я...

- Я больше этого не хочу.

- Куда предлагаешь уйти?

Возможно...

...в центр.

Я на гостей уже смотреть не могу.

Тогда давай потанцуем.

На дворе белый день.

- Солнце еще не село.

- Я знаю.

Но я хочу потанцевать с мужем

при свете дня.

В церкви танцевали, что мешает тут?

Хорошо.

Хотите потанцевать?

Лорд Килмартин. Вы же не серьезно.

Почему нет?

Не думала, что вы танцор.

Возможно, так и есть.

Но, может, нам стоит быть смелее

в проявлении наших чувств.

Леди Бриджертон.

Спасибо за приглашение.

О, лорд Андерсон,

я рада, что вы сегодня с нами.

И с вашей сестрой.

Да, мы всё уладили.

А вы?

Думаю, я тоже скоро всё улажу.

- Он переходит черту.

- Они прекрасно танцуют.

Нет. Я про них.

Наша семья счастлива, и мы вместе.

Цени это.

Ее Величество королева.

- Королева!

- Что она здесь делает?

Леди Фэзерингтон.

Ваше Величество.

Все, кто не принадлежит

к семье Бриджертонов, свободны.

Сейчас же.

Пенелопа.

Ты теперь Бриджертон.

В этой комнате есть тот,

кто кое-что скрывает.

И я не уйду,

пока он не выйдет и не обнаружит себя.

Чем дольше длится ожидание,

тем сильнее мое раздражение.

Выйдите вперед.

Сознайтесь.

Это я.

Я храню секрет.

Вы?

Да.

Я обручена с лордом Килмартином.

Я смутилась, когда Ваше Величество

проявили интерес к моему будущему.

Настолько, что скрыла свои чувства.

Но я люблю лорда Килмартина.

И я хочу выйти за него.

С благословения Вашего Величества,

разумеется.

Это невеликая тайна, мисс Франческа.

Ваши романтические чувства

уже давно всем очевидны.

Вам не нужно мое благословение.

Но я здесь не за этим.

Я говорю о Уислдаун.

Я знаю, что она в этой комнате.

В прошлом году я была близка.

Мучительно близка.

И сейчас, лишь когда девица Каупер

опубликовала ложь об этой самой семье,

Уислдаун вдруг снова напечаталась.

Разумеется, она подозревала

о намерениях мисс Каупер.

Это заставило ее

выйти из убежища. И почему же?

Разумеется. Она одна из вас.

Ваше Величество.

Уверяю вас, если бы подобное

происходило в моём доме, я бы знал.

И давным-давно положил бы этому конец.

Хорошо.

Продолжайте хранить молчание.

Совсем скоро я развяжу вам язык.

Открывшись, я могла

навлечь на вас беду.

Я рад, что ты смолчала.

Но это указывает, как нужно поступить.

Пора завязать с этим.

Да?

- Колин, я...

- В конце концов она тебя найдет.

И пока ты Уислдаун,

эта ложь будет висеть над нами.

Ты знаешь, каково это,

когда ты нигде

не можешь быть самой собой?

Ты не можешь этого знать,

ведь ты не женщина.

Ты можешь быть кем захочешь.

А женщинам остается лишь

скрывать те грани,

которые общество не одобрит.

Я Уислдаун.

Я не изменю это.

Я не могу принять это.

Колин, это наша первая брачная ночь.

Я буду спать на диване.

Прикажу подать карету.

Всё будет хорошо.

Обязательно.

Мистер Бриджертон.

Бенедикт.

Рад снова вас видеть.

Я рад видеть вас обоих.

Я обдумал твое предложение.

И?

Ну...

ТИПОГРАФИЯ «СМИТ И СЫНОВЬЯ»

Добрый вечер, мэм.

Вы заблудились?

Нет. Я пришла за гонораром.

За выпуск Уислдаун на прошлой неделе.

Доставленный из Каупер-хаус.

Мы не печатали его на прошлой неделе.

- Вообще никогда.

- Ясно.

Я уже обошла три типографии.

Вряд ли их много больше.

Но вы же не она, верно?

Я всегда хотел с ней встретиться.

Мой бывший босс ее печатал.

Говорил, что она рыжая.

Что еще он тебе сказал?

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