Sanditon is the finest seaside resort on the whole coast.

Papa, might I go?

♪ ♪ This is Miss Charlotte Heywood.

Miss Heywood.

LADY DENHAM: Everybody is waiting for me to shuffle off so they can have my money.

♪ ♪ CHARLOTTE: I like to amuse myself by observing and trying to make conclusions.

You are very free with your opinions.

I shouldn't have expected so much from a girl with so little experience and understanding.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking) (gasping) (people calling in background) Morning!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ TOM: A fine bracing day.

(bell tolling) You know, I think Sanditon has the, uh... the healthiest breezes of any seaside town in England!

What do you think, Charlotte?

I think if we were anywhere else, we could call it a gale, sir!

Exactly!

Exactly!

But we have no gales here!

Gales are not permitted to blow in Sanditon, are they?

Well said!

You see, my dear?

I have made a convert!

Ah, Mrs. Griffiths and her charges!

They made a charming debut at the ball last night.

Good morning.

MAN: Good morning!

And there's Lady Denham.

She certainly enjoyed it, too.

TOM: Morning.

Morning.

Miss Heywood.

Looking very well, if I may say so.

Good morning.

(seagull squawking) Seems you have gone backwards in Miss Heywood's estimation, Edward.

Clara has been spreading false rumors about me, I fear.

HANKINS: "Consider the lilies "of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin."

A young lady, I often think, is like a flower.

Looking around me this morning, I see many lovely young ladies.

As it were, lilies of the fields of Sanditon.

There are some... lovely English roses-- pink and white-- and I see among us today one or two more exotic blooms.

And yes, friends, there is room for them, too, in the garden of the Lord.

And I say unto all you young ladies: You fulfill Jesus's will by simply blossoming.

And readying yourselves for the day when you shall be plucked.

You shall...

Yes.

And now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Thank you, Mr. Hankins.

What a charming sermon.

HANKINS: Thank you, Mrs. Griffiths.

And should your young charges need any spiritual guidance, please do not hesitate.

MRS. GRIFFITHS: Oh, how very kind of you, vicar.

HANKINS: Good day.

MRS. GRIFFITHS: Good day.

MARY: Hm.

What did you think of Mr. Hankins' address, Charlotte?

(softly): I didn't care for it.

I would rather be a toiler and a spinner than a lily of the field.

Why should not young gentlemen be lilies of the field, hm?

That would suit me very well.

I think I could blossom and be admired with the best of them.

(laughs) Very well-- I will toil, and you can blossom.

Each to his own!

So long as there's plenty of buttered toast and port wine, you know!

(bird squawking) ♪ ♪ (paper rustles, Edward sighs) EDWARD: More damn bills.

ESTHER: Miss Heywood's behavior was very strange this morning.

What did happen with Clara Brereton, Edward?

Clearly something's gone wrong there.

I can hardly bring myself to speak of it.

But you will, Edward.

Come.

It was your job to... seduce her and disgrace her.

She proved too much for me, Esther.

She resisted you, that's only to be expected.

You should have pressed your point home.

She pre-empted me.

How?

(exhales) She took me in hand, and quite undid me.

Edward!

I was as shocked as you.

(exhales) And she's no novice, I can assure you of that.

And when I looked over her shoulder... What?

Miss Heywood was observing us.

(exhales) I don't believe she understood what she had seen.

But she was clearly... distressed.

Edward, what have you done?

Do you realize you could have ruined our prospects?

I would like to know what you would have done under the circumstances.

You were thoroughly outplayed.

She can hardly blacken your character to Lady Denham without blackening her own.

I will deal with her.

(water dripping, fire crackling) (door hinges squeak loudly, people talking in background) Have you a box for Lady Denham?

BARMAN: Aye, this one here.

(grunts, sets box down heavily) Have a care, there.

Why?

What's in it?

I don't know.

But whatever it is, Lady Denham sets great store by it.

(hinges squeak) ♪ ♪ (Lady Denham chuckles) What is it?

A bomb?

(laughing): Oh, my poor child.

Such ignorance, born of poverty and deprivation, quite brings a tear to my eye.

No, my dear.

This is a pineapple, a rare and exotic fruit, cultivated expressly for me by an old friend at the Chelsea Physic Garden.

Ah.

It will form the centerpiece at my luncheon party.

Luncheon party?

What a delightful idea!

But then you are always thinking of bringing pleasure to others.

Yes, I know.

And though it is rather an extravagance.

I thought we might make an exception to welcome Miss Lambe to our little community.

A luncheon party for Miss Lambe?

Mmm.

Miss Lambe will be the guest of honor wherever she goes, no matter where she's from.

♪ ♪ CHARLOTTE: "Lady Denham requests your attendance "at a luncheon party and pineapple tasting in honor of Miss Lambe."

That sounds very grand, indeed.

And quite uncharacteristic of Lady Denham.

I wonder what she's up to.

♪ ♪ LADY DENHAM: Miss Lambe is a prize well worth the winning.

You will be seated next to her, and you will present yourself as a serious and eligible suitor.

You are an English baronet of impeccable family.

I am well aware that you have so far frittered away these advantages, and used them in pursuit of petty conquests and the sowing of wild oats.

No, no, you... Really, you misjudge me.

I do not.

I trust you do understand the difference between the arts of courtship and seduction.

I hope I do.

You'd better.

If you don't win her hand, I will be very disappointed in you.

And you don't want to fall out of favor with me, do you?

No, Aunt.

Now, you have your work cut out for you.

Once you've secured her hand in marriage, you can tomcat around to your heart's content.

(bird squawking, water dripping) (Lady Denham grunts) (door opens and closes) EDWARD: Perhaps our aunt has a point.

Miss Lambe is very rich.

(papers rustling) TOM: Where is this... confounded thing?

I... Ah, Charlotte.

There you are!

I, I came to see if I could be of any assistance?

Bills, invoices, plans, memoranda... Let me sort them for you.

Oh, would you?

TOM: I'd be eternally grateful.

I keep meaning to engage an assistant.

Well, perhaps I could be that assistant.

You see, if we could, um... separate these papers into piles-- income, expenses, rental payments, bills, and so on.

You have an eye for this sort of work, I can see.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Yes.

♪ ♪ TOM: The future of Sanditon when it's complete.

This will be the square.

The Promenade along the beach front.

New shops.

That will be the new terrace.

You approve?

(chuckling): Most heartily.

Who, who's the architect?

Myself.

That is to say, I use... Hargreaves' "Catalogue of Plans."

Look here.

At first, I'd take the designs straight out of the book, but now I've grown in confidence, I adapt them to suit my taste.

Choose a little of this, a little of that, talk it through with my foreman, and off we go.

Would you like to see it taking shape?

(chuckling): Very much!

Excellent!

(laughs) Please.

♪ ♪ TOM: Yes, very good-- and what of the façades?

YOUNG STRINGER: We're making progress, sir.

And the interiors?

The structure should be more than sound by now.

Have you made sense of the latest designs?

They are most ambitious.

Yes, yes, excellent.

What do you think, Miss Heywood?

I think it's a splendid enterprise, sir!

And only the best materials, of course!

No timber here except red pine and oak.

With Welsh slate and Cornish stone for the roofs and frontages?

Did you hear that, Young Stringer?

We have a lady architect amongst us!

I've been trying to persuade my father to refurbish his tenants' cottages along modern lines.

Am I right in thinking there will have to be different roof levels?

Aye, miss.

Different roof levels.

And these will...

Draw the eye down the hill towards the vista of the sea.

Exactly, miss.

Yes.

Yes, that was my idea, you know.

Yeah, was it not?

Indeed it was, sir.

Ah, here's my brother.

And his friends!

♪ ♪ TOM: Sidney!

Gentlemen.

(Tom grunts) SIDNEY: Just came to have a last look before we head to London, Tom.

But we counted on your staying until at least the end of the week.

Lady Denham's luncheon.

Has no need for my presence.

(Tom chuckles) Sidney, I need you here.

And your friends have not yet seen enough to appreciate the town's delights.

You were to persuade your friends to take houses for the season.

You know I'm relying on your associations with fashionable society.

And what of your young ward?

My young ward-- she will soon settle.

And I have a life, Tom, many obligations you know nothing of.

A couple of days, man.

Very well.

A couple of days.

(exhales) I'll talk them round.

(hammering and clattering in background) CHARLOTTE: Mr. Parker.

May I have a word?

Our conversation at the party.

I expressed myself badly, and I fear you misunderstood me.

I didn't mean to disparage your brother or to offend you.

Indeed I have the greatest admiration for what you and he are doing here in Sanditon.

You were right to rebuke me, and indeed I am sorry.

I hope you won't think too badly of me.

Think too badly of you?

I don't think of you at all, Miss Heywood.

I have no interest in your approval or disapproval.

Quite simply, I don't care what you think or how you feel.

I'm sorry if that disappoints you, but there it is.

(exhales) Have I made myself clear?

Only, if you really don't care, I wonder that you take the trouble to be quite so offensive and hurtful.

Good day.

♪ ♪ EDWARD: It's one of those fellows Sidney Parker brought from London.

Oh, Babington.

We met at the ball.

I wondered when he'd come sniffing around.

♪ ♪ Lord Babington, ma'am.

ESTHER: Send him up.

♪ ♪ (water dripping) I was just passing.

You know, and I thought I might call upon you.

Did you?

BABINGTON: Mm.

You are looking... uncommonly well, if I may say so.

(inhales) You may.

And your hair, if I might be so bold, has such a glossy sheen on it.

There, you see, Edward?

Your efforts were not in vain.

Your brother tends to your hair?

Step-brother.

His father married my mother when we were young.

(softly): And yes, he does.

Well, that is a commission I should happily undertake.

Not a chance, Lord Babington.

Shall I have the pleasure of seeing you at Lady Denham's luncheon party?

I suppose.

Well... Till tomorrow, then.

Oh, Miss Denham?

I shan't be put off, you know.

(water dripping) Has he gone?

Oh, how I hate your sex.

MRS. GRIFFITHS (voiceover): Miss Lambe!

Georgiana!

Will you come out?

I will not!

(door rattling) (men shouting) (grunts) CROWE: I'll put five shillings more on Mr. Parker!

(grunting, shouting) ♪ ♪ Yes, yes!

Mr. Parker!

(grunting, men cheer) (grunting) (men shouting, cheering) MAN: That one goes to Mr. Parker!

Come on, lads!

Left them behind the bar!

What is it?

I am not your slave!

Nobody said you were.

But apparently, you have to attend.

You're Lady Denham's guest of honor.

To be gawped at and served up for the general amusement.

Here we have the pineapple and here we have the negress.

Feast your eyes!

Georgiana, you know that you're worth far more than Lady Denham and all her circle put together.

(sighs): Ah, yes.

The heiress from the West Indies, rich and black as treacle!

Hold her upside down and shake her, hear the sovereigns jingle, a hundred thousand of them!

Stop talking nonsense.

This is what your father wanted, for you to take your place in polite society.

What about what I want?

I'm afraid what you want is neither here nor there.

You have taken me from the one thing that I love.

If you only knew how much I hate this miserable chilly island!

(clicks tongue): Out.

(sighs) Georgiana, I can do nothing about the climate, but as for the rest... You just have to trust me.

♪ ♪ Courage, Arthur.

(gasps) Think of the pineapple.

If I can manage it, so can you.

Do you know the fellows with the sedan chair refused to carry me?

They said I was over the weight limit.

(hoofbeats approaching) The infernal insolence.

As you well know, I'm practically wasting away.

Good God.

(yelping): I say, could you possibly take us with you?

SIDNEY: Can't stop, Arthur!

We'll save you a seat, Parker!

(laughing) Well, that wasn't very brotherly!

No!

♪ ♪ I swear the house has grown in size since I was last here.

(playing gentle piece) (people talking in background) TOM: Excellent, excellent!

This is very good of you, Lady Denham.

Very generous and hospitable, to be sure.

And here we all are, waiting for the guest of honor to deign to make an appearance.

I'm sure it's no fault of hers, Lady Denham.

You're looking remarkably well today.

There's no need to butter me up.

And Miss Brereton, too.

What a pretty dress.

Oh!

Clara?

I told you to stay... FOOTMAN: Mr. Arthur Parker and Miss Diana Parker.

ARTHUR: Wine.

Wine!

DIANA (breathlessly): Thank you.

I really thought I was about to expire.

And poor Arthur has such a delicate constitution, you know.

But duty calls.

Oh, Lady Denham.

(sighs): You'd think they'd walked from Inverness.

(breathlessly): Thank you, thank you, I...

I think I shall pull through.

Right.

(music continues) What a fool that young man is!

FOOTMAN: Mrs. Griffiths, the Misses Beaufort, and Miss Lambe.

Edward!

There's your quarry.

Hunt her down.

(softly): Lady Denham.

Good day, good day.

So sorry to be late, Lady Denham.

Better late than never.

Slightly better.

Miss Lambe.

Finally.

(chuckles softly) Shall we go through to the dining room?

Lord Babington?

An honor, Lady Denham.

EDWARD: Miss Lambe.

May I have the pleasure?

(music continues) You can stop playing the injured innocent.

My brother told me exactly what happened the other day.

Lady Denham would be surprised to hear about your little whore's tricks.

Where did you learn them, I wonder?

From a man even more depraved than your brother, when I was too young to know a prick from a pencil.

You and I should not be enemies, Miss Denham.

How can we be otherwise, when we are competing for the same thing?

Money?

What else?

(music continues) (music ends) TOM: Ah!

(Tom laughing) Excellent, Lady Denham!

A pineapple!

Sanditon really is the height of fashion.

(person clapping, guests whispering excitedly) LADY DENHAM: I thought it might remind you of home, Miss Lambe.

Antigua, was it not?

Or some such place?

(laughs drily) (in Caribbean accent): That ain't no Antigua Black.

Me think you been sold a pup, Lady Denham.

Someone done took you for a fool.

Oh.

Well, of course, I know this particular fruit was not grown in Antigua.

It was specially cultivated.

Under glass, here in England.

And it is here, in your honor.

As a mark of respect for your... heritage.

Do you understand that?

Georgiana?

(in regular accent): Of course I do.

I was just pulling your leg.

(in Caribbean accent): But in truth, it ain't no Antigua black.

SIDNEY: Georgiana, that's enough!

I think you've made your point.

(Arthur laughing) ARTHUR: Jolly good!

Well done, Miss Lambe!

(laughing) Please take your seats.

Edward?

Miss Lambe?

(people talking in background) (people talking in background) EDWARD: What a very great pleasure it is to be seated next to you, Miss Lambe.

Is it?

Why?

Well, um... you know, your, um...

Your beauty.

Your fascinating background.

And my money.

I imagine that's what you're after.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

(stammering): Well, tell me, how do you like Sanditon?

God's sake!

Is that the best you can do?

Who is your favorite poet?

SIDNEY: So, Miss Heywood.

Any observations on the assembled company?

As you have no interest in my opinion, I shan't trouble you with it, Mr. Parker.

But I'm sure you have one.

Come.

Share it with me.

(quietly): Not for the world.

I've endured two tongue lashings from you, and I won't court a third.

Save your unpleasantness for someone else-- or better still, why not try to be civil?

Hm.

Well said.

Perhaps I might.

But not with me, pray.

(at normal volume): Mr. Crowe, how do you rate Sanditon's chances of succeeding?

Miss Lambe.

What are your views on matrimony?

An heiress with 100,000 must be in want of a husband, I think.

I don't care to be any man's property, Lady Denham.

(chuckling): Hoity toity!

I should have thought someone like you would be quite used to being a man's property.

Was not your mother a slave?

(conversation stops) (dish clatters) She was.

But being used to a thing and liking it are not the same, my lady.

Oh.

I'm beginning to think you are a very opinionated young lady, Miss Lambe.

(chuckles) What do you think, Miss Heywood?

I know young ladies are not expected to have opinions, Lady Denham, but I think that Miss Lambe is quite right to value her independence, just as you do yours.

Don't you agree, Mr. Parker?

Miss Lambe is aware of my position on the matter.

LADY DENHAM: Oh.

No answer from Mr. Sidney.

SIDNEY: Hm.

And you, miss, are you still keeping up the pretense that you are not in Sanditon in search of a wealthy man to marry and to keep you?

(laughs) (laughing): Indeed I am not, ma'am.

I have no thoughts of marriage at all.

And if I were to choose a husband, wealth would not come into it.

(laughing): Poppycock!

Should not a good marriage be based on mutual love and affection?

Without equality of affection, marriage can become a kind of slavery.

(chuckling): Or an escape from it.

Miss Lambe's mother would be a case in point.

A pretty young negress catches the master's eye, casts her spell on him.

(chuckles) That's the way the world works.

Ain't it, Miss Lambe?

And now here you are, with your 100,000.

A rich prize for any young fellow with a title, and a leaky roof.

So, what do you say to Sir Edward?

Would you and he not make a pretty match?

Really, Aunt... Well, you seem incapable of furthering your own interests.

How about it, Miss Lambe?

(in Caribbean accent): We ain't suited, Lady Denham.

ARTHUR (chuckling): Good for you!

(laughing): Well said, Miss Lambe!

"We ain't suited."

(laughing): Very good!

May I cut you a slice of pineapple?

LADY DENHAM: Mr. Parker... Mr. Parker, the pineapple is not yours to cut!

(woman gasps) Mr. Parker!

(stammering) Mr. Parker, would you please put that knife down?!

(pineapple crown clatters on plate) (Arthur shudders) What's the matter?

It's rotten, Lady Denham!

(woman gasps) Rotten to the core.

DIANA: It's alive!

MAN: Don't worry, my dear, I'm sure it can be saved.

(guests talking excitedly) Mr. Parker?

No, not you-- Mr. Tom Parker!

I want a word with you!

And the rest of you can clear off.

LADY DENHAM (voiceover): Did you mark that insolent girl?

TOM (voiceover): I think that she may have felt offended by some of your remarks.

Am I not permitted to speak my own mind in my own house?

And that other girl, Miss Heywood, your guest, Mr. Parker-- altogether too outspoken!

And as for your boorish brother, stirring them up, encouraging them.

And then he has the effrontery to handle my pineapple!

(laughs softly) I'm afraid I can't be held responsible for my brother's behavior, Lady Denham.

He is his own man, he is what he is.

Well, think on this: I am my own woman, and I have a good mind to withdraw my entire investment from the Sanditon venture.

I beg you not to consider that.

(stammering): Without your contribution, we would be in dire straits.

I am very displeased.

I am very displeased, indeed.

(door closes firmly) ♪ ♪ (sniffles, panting) I feel this is my fault, at least in part.

I felt I had to defend Miss Lambe, and nobody else was ready to speak for her.

Except your brother Arthur.

Lady D is very angry with him, as well.

And not so much for anything he said, but for the... For the disrespectful manner in which he handled her pineapple.

(laughs) (laughing) Well, she is an appalling old woman.

But she holds the fate of Sanditon in her hands.

That's the problem.

I couldn't forgive myself if I've put your great project in danger.

I will go and beg her pardon.

My dear Charlotte... Really, Charlotte...

There's no need.

CHARLOTTE: I don't mind!

I will go tomorrow morning.

Good night.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bell rings) ♪ ♪ LADY DENHAM: Good morning.

And what brings you here?

The way I conducted myself at your luncheon was... regrettable, and so I humbly beg your pardon, Lady Denham.

(chuckles drily) Mr. Tom Parker made you come, no doubt.

No, indeed, ma'am, I...

I came of my own will.

Really?

You expect me to believe that?

Whether you do or not, it is the truth, ma'am.

(laughs) You just can't help it, can you?

Help what?

Speaking your mind, standing up for yourself.

(chuckling): What's to be done with you?

I am truly very sorry if I offend you, ma'am.

(chuckling): You don't offend me, you amuse me.

I like to tease and provoke.

I expect you thought I was too hard on that young woman yesterday.

But she gave as good as she got, did she not?

But come on, Miss Heywood, answer me.

I do think you were very impolite to Miss Lambe.

I gave a luncheon, in her honor!

You made a spectacle of her.

You didn't consider what her feelings might be.

Far from home.

Amongst strangers.

It was unkind of you.

She has 100,000 to comfort her.

I only speak the simple truth.

What?

(laughs) You insisted on hearing my honest opinion, ma'am.

So I did.

And if I don't like it, it's no one's fault but my own, you imply.

Well, off you go.

You got what you came for.

And you can tell Mr. Tom Parker he has nothing to fear from me.

For now.

♪ ♪ (people calling in background) ♪ ♪ Whoa.

If you please.

Is, is this the coach for London?

It is, miss.

Then may I board it now?

Indeed you may, miss, for six shillings.

No one here's got any objections, have they?

I, I have no money on my person.

I'm not in the habit of carrying it.

Did you hear that?

Not in the habit!

Go on, off you trot!

Please!

My banker in London will make sure you are paid.

Oh, banker in London, is it?

(chuckling): Now I have heard everything!

(laughing raucously) Do you not know who I am?

DRIVER: No, I don't-- who are you?

I am Miss Lambe-- I am an heiress.

I have 100,000 pounds!

Six shillings'll do, miss.

Don't you understand?

I have to get to London!

(shouting) ♪ ♪ (fiddle playing dance tune, people talking in background) CROWE: How is your... How's your pursuit of Miss Denham progressing, then, Babington?

BABINGTON: Very well.

She professes she wants nothing to do with me.

She's deliciously disdainful.

Saucy bitch.

And you a peer of the realm.

(Babington laughs) I love it.

So... How long before you, uh, bring her to heel?

Bring her to heel?

She's not a dog, Crowe, she's a young lady.

CROWE: She needs to be mastered.

(laughs) Mind you, I like a bit of spirit in a girl.

That little Miss Heywood, for example.

She's got a bit of spunk about her.

Or Miss Lambe, then.

The way she stood up to that old witch yesterday?

You could tell she'd be a lively handful in bed.

(pounds table) Don't even think about it, Crowe.

CROWE: There's no need to take that tone.

I was only saying.

I mean it.

All right, man.

Understood.

(clears throat) (stammering): But if a fellow might ask without having his head bitten off, what is your history with her?

(sighs): I am simply her guardian until she comes of age.

Not a job I wanted, and I'm finding it damned irksome.

The girl misses her homeland, hates the climate here.

And she doesn't care for you.

Mm-hmm.

(inhales) Pretty much takes exception to everything I say or do.

(exhales) Still... She's safer here than she is in London.

Anything can happen there.

Anything can happen anywhere.

(fiddle playing "Randy-Dandy-Oh") True.

CROWE: Let's have another bottle.

Hm?

Yes-- bottle!

Raise the stakes, shall we?

Yes.

MAN: ♪ Your boots and your clothes, boys, are all in the pawn ♪ MEN: ♪ To be rollicking randy-dandy-oh.

♪ (seagull squawking) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hello?

Miss Lambe?

Are you all right, Miss Lambe?

♪ ♪ Miss Lambe?

It's me.

Charlotte Heywood.

We met at Lady Denham's.

(breath trembling) What is it?

(sobbing) What's the matter?

(birds chirping) EDWARD: It's all right, Esther.

I would never have gone through with Miss Lambe, even if she liked me.

ESTHER: We have to dislodge that little interloper Clara Brereton.

She is determined to discredit us.

I just wish this would end.

Believe me, so do I.

And when we have the money, it will.

(birds chirping) CHARLOTTE: I think it must be very difficult for you.

I feel something of it myself.

I'm a stranger here, too.

But people don't look at you the way they look at me.

No.

But people do wish you well.

Mr. Arthur Parker?

He's a funny man.

But very kind-hearted, I think.

And his, his brother Sidney.

He's your guardian, isn't he?

He doesn't relish that role.

Nor do I.

But being in possession of a fortune means I must be managed.

I'm sure he regards me as an infernal nuisance.

If it's any consolation, I find him very impolite.

And cold, too.

Do you think me very spoilt and sulky?

(laughs): Not at all!

After what you had to endure at Lady Denham's... She's a horrid old woman.

She can be.

But I think she means no real harm.

I wanted to stuff her rotten pineapple down her throat.

(both laughing) We can survive this, Miss Lambe.

Georgiana.

Charlotte.

(both laughing) CROWE: ♪ A man is oppressed with care ♪ ♪ The mist is dispelled when a woman appears ♪ ALL: ♪ Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly ♪ ♪ Raises the spirits and charms our ears.

♪ Ah, the great projector himself!

Mr. Parker.

If I might have a word with you, Sidney.

Yes, of course-- come on, sit down, join us.

Have a drink.

In private.

We'll join the young ladies over there.

TOM: My apologies.

(people talking and laughing in background) (grunts) Well?

What is it?

I am anxious to know what progress you've made.

In what direction?

(chuckles) Why, in securing tenants for our enterprise, of course.

Your enterprise, Tom.

From which you stand to profit richly.

If it succeeds.

(people talking in background, billiard balls clicking) You know, I depend on your connections.

And when I see you do nothing but carouse... Easy, brother, easy.

All right?

Men like Babington and Crowe, they can't be bullied into staying.

And they have to be jollied into it, you know that.

Sidney...

I am beset with worries.

The workmen need paying, Lady Denham is threatening to withdraw her investment.

I'm at my wit's end.

(inhales, exhales) She has it in her power to ruin me.

While you... All right!

All right!

Enough!

The promotion of Sanditon is a very delicate business, which I'm sure you truly understand.

But I am trying my best for you-- truly.

(billiard ball clicks) That is all I ask, brother.

I'm sorry to have interrupted your pleasure.

(Tom stops short) Work, man, this is how I work.

♪ ♪ Well, if you say so.

♪ ♪ Good afternoon, gentlemen.

So long.

(door opens) (door closes) (chuckles mirthlessly) ♪ ♪ SIDNEY: If you'll excuse me, I think I need some fresh air and bracing exercise.

BABINGTON: Enjoy your rest!

CROWE: You can exercise indoors, you know!

(laughs) ♪ ♪ Good afternoon, Miss Heywood.

It is, Mr. Stringer.

It is!

(both laugh) ♪ ♪ CHARLOTTE: Let's go and paddle!

Come on!

I dare you.

♪ ♪ (water splashing) Come on, it's fine!

Good for you-- come on!

(laughs) (water splashing, both shriek) (shrieking and laughing) You beast!

It's freezing!

(water splashing, Charlotte screams) (laughing, shrieking) MRS. GRIFFITHS: Miss Lambe!

Georgiana!

Miss Lambe!

My keeper.

MRS. GRIFFITHS: Come here!

Where have you been?

(giggling quietly) Where have you been?

(both giggling) This is most irresponsible of you!

Mrs. Griffiths, forgive me.

Paddling in the sea was all my idea.

Don't blame Georgiana.

Come home at once, Georgiana.

(birds squawking) I am surprised at you!

Anyone could have seen you.

Bare-legged, with your skirts up!

At least I was enjoying myself, for the first time since I came here!

Enough!

Proceed!

(Beauforts giggling) Come along-- stop sniggering.

Goodness me, come along!

I thought you'd set sail for home.

Where's my parasol?

(Beauforts giggling) (Mrs. Griffiths gasps) Oh!

Move along.

♪ ♪ (waves lapping, birds squawking) ♪ ♪ (rocks clicking) ♪ ♪ (waves lapping) (water splashes, Charlotte gasps) Oh!

(bird squawking) Miss Heywood.

Am I never to get away from you?

Mr. Parker, I assure you, you're the last person I wish to see!

(chuckles) Yes.

You're right, I spoke out of turn.

Forgive me.

Of course.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (Old Stringer shouting, crying out) YOUNG STRINGER: Time and again, I've told you, sir, we need more men!

CLARA: You have no idea what I'm prepared to do to ensure I stay.

Down at the coves, I hope you weren't too embarrassed.

Why should I be embarrassed?

I was fully clothed.

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