The Scandalous Lady W Page #4

But you must bring her to me.

So it's true then, madam.

You know why I am here.

I never believed you would've done it.

Oh, Mary.

You will not see me again, madam.

Mary!

Mary!

He will not give up the child.

He means to use Jane as a pawn

to try and force your return.

Seymour, you gave your actual

name to the housemaids.

- Mary has confessed to Richard. - No.

No, no. - He'll have me prosecuted.

Richard would never dare

put himself and us

through the humiliation of the courts.

- We have humiliated him!

- Hush now.

Did you not mark how my Mary was with me?

- If that b*tch comes again I'll shoot

her. - You'll do no such thing.

Sh, sh, sh.

We have them.

Mary.

Does it not grieve you, you

do not see our daughter?

- Dear Seymour, please.

- Does it not grieve you, sir?

Sir?

George.

The infant was of our love begotten,

my dear Seymour, is a fact.

Richard took her for his own

and now she belongs to him.

A fact, George?

It was you who foolishly asked

your woman to bring her.

And it is you that foolishly

said we must leave without her.

- The child is better off with

Richard. - How can you say so?

The scandal will be great.

Richard knows it...

and he has us by the nutmegs.

We must be patient.

Deerhurst will go to him again.

He will be full of fury if

Deerhurst goes to him again.

- He will not, George. - If you provoke

him further, he may suggest a duel.

He may.

And I could not refuse.

Oh, my love.

- Sir, what do you mean by this?

- Maurice George Bisset.

Who is it that seeks him out?

You are served with a writ from

the Court of the King's Bench.

We've been fooled.

He has made a claim for 20,000.

I'll become a bankrupt

and live out my days in the Fleet Prison.

I have valued your wise council

and your unfailing loyalty

but I begin to wonder.

Wonder? Why, Prime Minister?

Sometimes we must accept defeat.

Accept it in its bitter entirety.

You have been wronged and mightily so

but every wall has unseen eyes and ears.

What say you, then?

All of London is in an uproar

with talk of a cuckold

in my government and a whore for a wife!

I take it you are beyond reproach

in all these terrible misfortunes.

My reputation will remain intact.

Then good.

I will need every man

of mine and every vote.

We must be married and live

as one with our daughter.

But you are already married.

It is my fortune that has acquired

all of this. My fortune.

Why should I not determine

how I am to live?

We could live as four here.

- As moderns, Seymour.

- No. No.

It is my dearest wish that you and

I and our daughter live as one.

How it is my dearest wish, George.

Mr Farrar.

Mr Wallace.

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