Belgravia: The Next Chapter

You weren't Father's.

You were someone else's.

An affair, and Father knew.

I think dear Lady Trenchard

has been spending a little too much time

with a certain group of gentlemen.

Frederick, I believe I know you rather well,

and I think you would wish to know

if things were being said about Clara.

From now on, relations between us are at an end.

I love you! I would have loved you forever!

You've broken my heart.

Clara?

Clara!

Your Graces, may I present Dr Kerry?

It is a great pleasure to welcome you to Daraway Park.

Can you tell me a little about your son?

I do not want to have to look at him!

I will not have people witness his imbecility! I want him gone!

What if I told you something? Something about your husband

and what he gets up to behind your back.

It's not what you think--

I want you gone within the hour.

Get off her!

Oh, come on!

...pas nous arrêter maintenant.

Merci, monsieur.

Très généreux, monsieur.

Allez, allez. Encore un jeu, s'il vous plaît.

Come on!

You can't quit now. It's not fair!

Ce n'est pas juste!

A la prochaine fois...

Yes, yes. Very funny. Tres marrant.

Bastards! Bloody cowards!

Bloody joke.

You English?

That's right.

Let me guess. Sailor.

Royal Navy. Purser.

Purser? Oh.

And yourself, sir? You live here or you just passing through?

Well, that's a strangely complicated question.

I think... I shall answer both.

Hmm.

I don't suppose you play Vingt-un?

Uh, twenty-one?

No, sir. Not a gambling man.

Drink?

-I won't say no to that. -Excellent.

-Deux encore, s'il vous plaît. -Oui, monsieur.

Are you making the sums add up?

Trying to.

Fact is, they don't.

Not for me.

The vast part of my pay is meant to come

from profits I make buying in supplies.

I got tricked.

Hmm.

Something I thought was a good deal.

So, I've worked for what amounts to nothing

for the past six months.

Makes you wonder what it's all for.

Yes.

Yes, I can see that it would.

Merci.

Sorry, sir you've caught me in a philosophical mood.

John Bellasis.

Josiah Enright.

And is there a Mrs. Josiah Enright

waiting for you back in Dover?

No. I've been seeing a girl here.

-English girl. -Oh?

Thought about asking for her hand,

but what can I offer her?

If I had a settled life on land, reckon I might stand a chance.

-Hmm. -Yourself, sir?

-Married? -Oh, no, no, no.

-No, I'm a regular Casanova. -Ah.

-I do have a son. -Yes?

Yes, never seen him. Five years old.

I heard that he was born.

He lives with his mother in England

and with the man who, I assume, pretends to be his father.

A sniveling excuse for a man.

I feel it in here.

You can't go and see the boy, then? Meet him?

No. No, not possible,

not without harming him or damaging his chances in life,

and that I will not do.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Oh, look at us,

baring our souls, like a couple of condemned men.

I like you, Josiah Enright.

Why do I feel I can trust you?

Because you can.

Hmm.

Enright?

I need to speak with you, Master James.

I really need to speak with you.

John Bellasis?

You're saying...

You're saying...

John Bellasis is Frederick's father?

-I am. -Bellasis was the man...

The man who tried to kill our cousin.

I didn't know that when I met him.

Though I did hear tell of it,

long after, when I was working at Glanville.

But you believed him

when he said that he was Frederick's father?

I did, sir.

And he asked you to...

to watch my brother?

He told me that he couldn't return to England.

Later on, I understood why.

He paid for me to resign from the Navy,

enabled me to marry.

Paid me a small yearly fee.

I was to secure a job at Glanville House

and send him reports from time to time about the boy...

his progress...

how he was being treated.

And that's what I did.

Started as a footman, worked my way up.

There was... There was never any malice in it, sir.

I kept an eye on him, loved him.

I'll say that.

And I sent off my reports to a post office outside Paris,

and I never received a reply...

...until today.

You see why I've come?

You know His Lordship has dismissed me?

I'm quite sure he won't see me, so...

He won't see me.

I've tried. I've written to him many times

since I heard of his present difficulties--

Then I think we must make him see us, sir.

We are to go to my brother and tell him this...

this villain was his father?

But the letter, sir. There is so little time!

Uh--

Reverend.

-Mr. Enright. -Mr. Fletcher.

Er... Mr. Fletcher, I... I need to see His Lordship.

I'm afraid he's not seeing anyone.

This is imperative.

Please say to him that it's a matter of life and death.

Your Lordship, The Reverend Mr. Trenchard is here.

He's asking to see you. He says it's imperative.

No.

Just for a moment?

He seems...

He says it's imperative.

No.

I'm sorry.

His spirits are very low.

It's all I can do to get him to dress,

since the day Her Ladyship left.

I must write it down then, what I have to say.

Do you have pen, paper, I can use?

She hasn't been back, then?

No. He's heard nothing for two months.

No one knows where she is.

Frederick...

What do you want?

I... I need to speak to you, alone.

If you never want to lay eyes on me again, so be it,

but please...

Please, listen now to what I have to say.

I need you to read this.

There's a story,

but let this letter be the beginning.

It's a great deal to...

But you deserve to see it. You deserve to make a choice.

I don't understand.

He's your father.

And whatever else he's done, whatever else he is,

it comes down to this,

his care for you, clearly written on the page.

He's dying.

He's desperate to see you.

Freddie, we have lived with lies for so long,

and look what it's done to us.

This is your one chance--

your one chance to hear the truth,

to let the light of truth shine into all of this darkness.

Monsieur.

Une demi-heure. Half an hour.

Lord Trenchard. Mr. John Bellasis.

Of course you're handsome.

Of course you are.

More handsome than me, and that's saying something.

I shall leave you.

-Would you like me to leave? -No.

Ah. Who's this?

My brother. Reverend James Trenchard.

James...

James, you changed the game, young man.