The Gilded Age

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our debts,

as we forgive our debtors, and lead us not...

- Of course, he shouldn't really be buried

- in consecrated ground. - Shh.

- - Thank you.

Wonderful.

- For Thine is the kingdom and the power

and the glory forever.

Amen.

- Church said you had a telegram.

It's from Clay.

Coroner's verdict on Patrick Morris...

suicide.

- How could he say anything else?

They'll blame me.

- You were strong. - He was weak.

Who's to blame for that?

- Even so... - By the way,

- I'm firing Miss Grant. - Good.

It's about time we treated Gladys as an adult.

But I'll replace her.

- Then why is she going? - She's lost control of Gladys.

You know my opinion.

- George, I'm working to achieve a position

that will alter Gladys' life for the better.

If you want to help her, help me.

- The editor's name is T. Thomas Fortune.

He's asked me to come by his office

to discuss writing for "The New York Globe."

Peggy, how exciting!

- Why didn't you say before now? - I didn't know before now.

I sent him my story, but I got no answer.

And I suppose I was trying to break some sort of mold

at "The Advocate."

But Mr. Fortune is a trailblazer.

- So you could be a published writer in no time at all.

And you could be a bride,

if you give Mr. Raikes an answer.

- I still can't believe he asked the question.

Maybe he didn't. Maybe I was mistaken.

- Do you hope you were mistaken?

Not exactly.

Although it still feels rather rushed.

- What would you say to him if your aunts didn't exist?

Good point.

Oh, let's go in.

- Why? Do you need anything? - Not particularly.

- Then let's not. - Please.

I just can't get over the shops in New York.

We have nothing like them in Doylestown, I can assure you.

- -

[indistinct chatter, door closes]

- How can they have such a choice

wherever you look?

Oh.

Aren't these heavenly?

Which do you prefer?

That one matches your eyes.

- Mrs. Chamberlain. - How do you do?

Well, as it happens,

I called on Mr. Knoedler on my way here,

and see what I've come away with?

- Oh. -

- I think it must have been a jewelry box.

- How perfectly lovely. - She shouldn't be in here.

- Knoedler says it's Grinling Gibbons,

which I doubt, but I don't care either way.

- - Mrs. Chamberlain.

Always a pleasure to welcome you to our store.

Would you like to see?

Whether it's a Gibbons or not,

the man who made this knew how to carve wood.

- This is Miss Scott. - She's a secretary for my aunt.

- And for you? - No.

But my aunts don't like me going out unaccompanied.

- Thank you, ma'am. - It's beautiful.

Now, what brings you in here?

- I need some gloves. - So do I.

But first I want a shawl.

Do you really think it's this one?

- Mm, yes. - Then let me pay for it.

And we'll go together.

- - Oh, no, it mustn't look

as if we're on a planned shopping trip.

- I don't... - No, I mean it.

But I always enjoy our meetings, Miss Brook.

Let's get out of here.

- Not long. - Just around the block.

Or... or send John. Pumpkin likes him.

- No, no, Miss Ada. - I'll go.

- I'd take him myself, but I have a hundred things to do,

and Miss Scott has gone out with Miss Marian.

- Oh, that's all right, Miss Ada.

I'd like a stroll.

[both chuckle, Bannister smooches]

Bye.

Mr. Fane.

Your office said you were on your way here,

but I thought I might miss you.

- Are you a member of the club?

- Don't worry... - their entry standards

haven't sunk that low.

But I wanted to say,

I'm very sorry about Patrick Morris,

whatever you may think.

I don't think anything...

beyond that it was a sad end to what had been

a reasonably decent life.

- You'll say it was my fault. - No, Mr. Russell.

We behaved badly, and you punished us,

which was fair enough.

It was a pity that Morris wasn't equal to the test.

- This is not a game for weaklings.

No, indeed.

- How are things progressing now?

- We're ready to pass the new bill.

It will be announced next week or the week after.

We'll send word.

- Will you make back the money you lost?

- The share price is too high for that,

as you know better than I.

But there's no point in crying

when you play a game and lose.

- I bear you no ill will, Mr. Fane.

- That's not what it sounded like

when the Aldermen came to see you.

I was angry then.

I'm not angry now.

Good day.

Mr. Fane.

Would you have time to drop by my office this afternoon?

Whoa, now.

Easy, now. Whoa, whoa.

Steady now, girl.

Oh!

Okay. Slow down, now.

Come on.

- But surely you must have felt something.

He must have tugged at his leash before he got loose.

- Well, if he did, I didn't notice.

- Doesn't he have a brass tag with the address on his collar?

Oh, yes.

Oh, thank the Lord.

Um, I have it here, ma'am.

- Oh. Well, I'm sure anyone who lives on the street

will recognize him.

- But what if he's found by an unscrupulous thief?

Someone might pay $50 for him.

- Only if they do not know the breed.

- But what would happen to my poor little Pumpkin,

surrounded by strangers?

- You never know... they might be very kind to him.

Oh!

- Really, Ada, there's no point in carrying on

- as if you lived in a tree. -

- I've no doubt someone will bring him back any minute now.

- Don't you agree, Bannister? - I certainly hope so, ma'am.

- Oh. Oh, I shall have to lie down.

- You survive a civil war, yet you collapse

because a lap dog is missing?

Pull yourself together, for heaven's sake.

You're a soldier's daughter. Remember it.

Pumpkin.

- Poor Miss Ada, she does so love that dog.

- Thank you, Miss Armstrong, I feel bad enough already.

- Should we make up a search party?

But where would you start?

- Mrs. Van Rhijn says that everyone on this street

- knows the dog. - I agree.

Someone will bring it back. At least they should.

- What people should do and what they do do

- aren't always the same. - Quite right.

- Won't you tell me what I've done wrong?

You've done nothing wrong.

- Well, then come out with me again.

No.

- You are telling me that you took Miss Gladys

to a hotel to meet a young man in broad daylight?

- It wasn't like that. - What was it like, Miss Grant?

- You only know this because you've opened

- a letter addressed to me. - You are a young girl.

And I am your mother, and I have every right

to know who's corresponding with you.

I'm not a girl.

I am a woman, whether it suits you or not.

- Is this the tone you encourage?

No.

But I don't think Mr. Baldwin intended any harm.

They're young people. It was quite innocent.

- By which you mean? - Gladys is an adult.

She cannot be cooped up here forever.

- Presumably you speak in such a manner