TABLE OF CONTENTS

EPISODE 1
Prelims 1  Scene 1/1  Scene 1/12a/b  Scene 1/2c  Scene 1/2d  Scene 1/3  Scene 1/5  Scene 1/6  Scene NS1  Scene 1/19a  Scene 1/13  Scene 1/13a  Scene 1/14b  Scene 1/15  Scene 1/7  Scene 1/8  Scene 1/11  Scene 1/11a  Scene 1/12  Scene 1/16  Scene 1/17  Scene 1/18a  Scene 1/18b  Scene 1/19  Scene NS2  Scene 1/21  Scene 1/23  Scene 1/24  Scene 1/25  Scene 1/26  Scene 1/27  Scene 1/28  Scene 1/29  Scene 1/30  Scene 1/31  Scene 1/32  Scene 1/33  Scene 1/50  Scene 1/51  Scene 1/53a  Scene 1/53b  Scene 1/36  Scene 1/37  Scene 1/39  Scene 1/38  Scene 1/40  Scene 1/46  Scene 1/47  Scene 1/56  Scene 1/57  Scene 1/58  Scene 1/59  Scene 1/60  Scene 1/61  Scene 1/62  Scene 1/63  Scene 1/64  Scene 1/65  Scene 1/66  Scene 1/48  Scene 1/49  Scene 1/67  Scene 1/68  Scene NS3  Scene 1/69  Scene 1/71  Scene 1/72  Scene 1/75  Scene 1/76  Scene 1/77  Scene 1/78  Scene 1/79  Scene 1/83  Scene 1/74  Scene 1/74a  Scene 1/74-contd 

EPISODE 2
Prelims 2  Scene NS4  Scene 1/85  Scene 1/86  Scene 1/87  Scene 2/2  Scene 2/4  Scene 2/5  Scene 2/8  Scene 2/1  Scene 2/9  Scene 2/10  Scene 2/11  Scene 2/12  Scene 2/11b  Scene 2/12b  Scene 2/17  Scene 2/17a  Scene 2/18b  Scene 2/19  Scene 2/20  Scene 2/21a  Scene 2/23  Scene 2/24  Scene 2/25  Scene 2/26  Scene 2/27  Scene 2/28  Scene 2/29  Scene 2/34  Scene 2/46  Scene 2/47  Scene 2/48  Scene 2/49  Scene 2/50  Scene 2/51  Scene 2/52  Scene 2/54  Scene 2/37  Scene 2/37a  Scene 2/38  Scene 2/39  Scene 2/44  Scene 2/40a  Scene 2/72  Scene 2/45  Scene 2/57  Scene 2/55  Scene 3/5  Scene 3/6  Scene 3/7  Scene 2/62  Scene 2/65  Scene 2/66  Scene 2/70  Scene 2/71 

EPISODE 3
Prelims 3  Scene NS5  Scene 3/10  Scene NS6  Scene 3/11  Scene 3/12  Scene 3/13  Scene 3/15  Scene 3/16  Scene 3/17  Scene 3/18  Scene 3/19  Scene 3/20  Scene 3/21  Scene 3/22  Scene 3/23  Scene 3/24  Scene 3/25  Scene 3/27  Scene 3/28  Scene 3/29  Scene 3/30  Scene 3/32  Scene 3/33  Scene 3/36  Scene 3/41  Scene 3/37  Scene 3/39  Scene 3/43  Scene 3/44  Scene 3/47  Scene 3/48  Scene 3/49  Scene 3/50  Scene 3/51  Scene NS7  Scene 3/52  Scene 3/53  Scene 3/54  Scene 3/62  Scene 3/63  Scene 3/64  Scene 3/65  Scene 3/67  Scene 3/68  Scene 3/69  Scene 3/70  Scene NS8  Scene 3/71a  Scene 3/72  Scene 3/76  Scene 3/76a  Scene 3/78  Scene 3/79  Scene 3/80  Scene 3/81  Scene 3/82  Scene 3/84 

EPISODE 4
Prelims 4  Scene 4/1  Scene NS9  Scene 4/2  Scene NS10  Scene 4/3  Scene 4/4  Scene 4/17  Scene 4/9  Scene 4/10  Scene 4/20  Scene 4/13  Scene 4/15  Scene 4/21  Scene 4/6  Scene 4/7a  Scene 4/11  Scene 4/12  Scene 4/22  Scene 4/23  Scene 4/25  Scene 4/26  Scene NS11  Scene 4/33  Scene 4/46  Scene 4/47  Scene 4/49  Scene 3/56  Scene 4/30  Scene 4/31  Scene 4/32  Scene 4/32a  Scene 4/50a  Scene 4/34  Scene 4/35  Scene 4/60  Scene 4/61  Scene 4/36  Scene 4/37  Scene 4/38  Scene 4/43  Scene 4/44  Scene 4/50b  Scene 4/51  Scene 4/54  Scene 4/56  Scene 4/27  Scene 4/62  Scene 4/63  Scene 4/64  Scene NS12 

EPISODE 5
Prelims 5  Scene 5/9  Scene 5/10  Scene 5/2  Scene 5/4  Scene 5/11  Scene 5/8  Scene NS13  Scene 5/12  Scene NS14  Scene 5/34  Scene 5/13  Scene NS15  Scene 5/14  Scene 5/27  Scene 5/28  Scene 5/47  Scene 5/29  Scene 5/31  Scene 5/33  Scene 5/50  Scene 5/53  Scene 5/54  Scene 5/57  Scene 5/58  Scene 5/55  Scene 5/15  Scene 5/16  Scene 5/17  Scene 5/18  Scene 5/19  Scene 5/20  Scene NS16  Scene 5/24  Scene NS17  Scene 5/21  Scene 5/25  Scene 5/35  Scene 5/36  Scene 5/37  Scene 5/45  Scene 5/46  Scene 5/40  Scene 5/41  Scene 5/42a  Scene 5/43 

EPISODE 6
Prelims 6  Scene 6/3  Scene 6/4  Scene 6/44  Scene NS18  Scene 6/13  Scene 6/8  Scene 6/10  Scene 6/6  Scene 6/14  Scene 6/15a  Scene 6/15b  Scene 6/17  Scene 6/18  Scene 6/19  Scene 6/21  Scene 6/23  Scene 6/16  Scene 6/24  Scene 6/25  Scene 6/27  Scene 6/28  Scene 6/31  Scene NS19  Scene 6/32a  Scene 6/32b  Scene 6/32d  Scene 6/36  Scene 6/37  Scene 6/38  Scene 6/43  Scene 6/48  Scene 6/46  Scene 6/51  Scene 6/54  Scene 6/55  Scene 6/57  Scene 6/56a  Scene 6/56b  Scene 6/61  Scene 6/61a  Scene 6/63  Scene 6/64  Scene 6/65  Scene 6/68  Scene 6/69  Scene NS20  Scene 6/71  Scene 6/72a  Scene 6/77  Scene 6/78  Scene 6/79  Scene 6/80  Scene 6/74  Scene 6/75  Scene 6/84  Scene 6/85  Scene 6/86 


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POST-PRODUCTION SCRIPT [...] UK/WGBH VERSION Programme number: 50/LDL R331S/01X [...] BBC TELEVISION Tape No: DR 17181 Programme Dur: 79'59"

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 1

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PRODUCER ... LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producers ... ALISON GEE
... CAROLE BISSET
Script Editor ... SUSIE CHAPMAN

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ... SAM DRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
PA/Script Supervisor ... JANE GRIFFITHS
Co-ordinator ... UNA SAPLAMIDES
Assistant Floor Managers ... CLARE SOLLY
... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ... ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD
Production Secretary ... LUCY HOARE

Lighting Cameraman ... BRIAN TUFANO
Sound Recordist ... DICK BOULTER
Film Editor ... JERRY LEON
Film Editor ... PAUL TOTHILL

Production Designer ... GERRY SCOTT
Costume Designer ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Make-up Designer ... DEANNE TURNER
Special Effects Designer ... STUART BRISDON
Casting ... GAIL STEVENS

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A BBC-TV PRODUCTION IN ASSOCIATION WITH WGBH/BOSTON

Filmed in Italy, Lincolnshire, Somerset - January to August 1993

FIRST TRANSMISSION DATE: WEDNESDAY 12 JANUARY - BBC-2 NARRATIVE REPEAT TRANSMISSION: MONDAY 17 JANUARY - BBC-1

[C] BBC-TV MCMXCIV


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NB: Please note that programme does not start at T/C 10:00:00. Cut to black from VT clock at 09:59:44. Opening titles fade up at 09:59:47 with music.

OPENING CAST CREDITS

Opening Title Music
T/C In: 09:59:47

[Opening credits appear white on a black background ­ with diagonal fade L to R]

[Page 1] JULIET AUBREY ROBERT HARDY DOUGLAS HODGE MICHAEL HORDERN

[Page 2] PETER JEFFREY PATRICK MALAHIDE TREVYN McDOWELL RUFUS SEWELL

OPENING TITLE SEQUENCE

[Montage of clips from the programme mixed with specially designed graphics starts at 10:00:00 and ends with:-]

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay by ANDREW DAVIES

Producer LOUIS MARK

Directed by ANTHONY PAGE

T/C Out:
Duration: 00'47"

Incidental Music
Music Cue - IMI
T/C In: 10:00:34

[Mix from "Directed by ANTHONY PAGE" to Opening Scene:-]


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1M1 continues

1/1. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

A single stagecoach coming closer at a steady pace, along a track with a shepherd herding some sheep.

Inside we see a young man with a keen, intelligent face. LYDGATE. And start to hear the metallic bangs and the clatter and the gruff shouts of the GANG DRIVERS ...

LYDGATE [to the other passengers]
Look.link to note

And now suddenly we see what it is: GANGS OF NAVVIES in the deep cutting, laying the track; huge terrible half naked monsters up to their knees in muck, pounding in the sleepers,link to notethe silver track snaking out behind them.

It's the railway and LYDGATE, looks down:

LYDGATE
The future.

The stagecoach rolls along and a view of Middlemarch appears in the distance.


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1M1 continues

l/2a/b. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE AND MAIN STREET. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

The stagecoach threads it's way through the square and along the Main Street. The noise of the town, the STALLKEEPERS shouting their wares, the hubbub of conversation, the clatter of cartwheels, can all be heard.


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1M1 continues

1/2c. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. COACH YARD. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

The stagecoach pulls up in the coach yard.

It is clear that LYDGATE is a gentleman as he steps down from the carriage.link to note

A middle-aged INN KEEPER sees him and moves over to greet him.

INN KEEPER
Is it Dr. Lydgate?
LYDGATE
Yes.
INN KEEPER
Welcome to Middlemarch, sir. [to LYDGATE]
I understand you've purchased Dr Peacock's practice.
LYDGATE
Yes I have.
INN KEEPER
No doubt you'll be kept busy sir. This way, if you please.

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l/2d. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. WHITE HART INN. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE emerges from the White Hart and looks around with lively interest.

The babble of voices and noise from the street grows so loud now as to be almost oppressive. The voices overlap so much that we can't distinguish anything clearly.

We see MAWMSEY, the grocer, standing outside his shop, across the road from the White Hart.link to note

T/C Out: 10:03:42
Duration: 03'08"


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1/3. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

DOROTHEA and CELIA BROOKE are out riding.

But the first thing we see is DOROTHEA's face, rapt, intent, glowing, in a kind of quiet ecstasy as she canters along. Her lips are parted. We can hear her breathing. We are going to hear and see enough of her spirituality later on, for now let's see a beautiful and passionate young woman.

Then we see CELIA, a less accomplished horsewoman than her sister, a sweet pussycat face with more humour, more awareness of the world around her than her elder sister.

CELIA
We're late. Let's go back through the woods.link to note

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1/5. EXT. TIPTON ESTATE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

DOROTHEA and CELIA, slowed to a gentle trot now, pass an itinerant FARM LABOURER walking with his WIFE and BABY and a CHILD of about three. They are shabbily dressed and look tired and hungry, and the baby is crying.

DOROTHEA tries to smile, but she feels distressed.

She turns and looks back at them, plodding along the road. Tears in her eyes, almost.

CELIA
Come on, Dodo. We're going to be late.link to note

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1/6. EXT. TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

DOROTHEA dismounts. Her horse is led away by a groom. Dorothea looks thoughtful.

DOROTHEA [to the GROOM]
Thank you, Pimble.

DOROTHEA turns away, and she and CELIA walk across the yard towards the house.

DOROTHEA
I believe I shall give up riding, Celia.
CELIA
Oh, Dodo. Horses need exercise you know. And Pimble needs employment.
DOROTHEA
Yes, I know, but is that all we can do: exercise horses and employ servants?

She's full of energy and earnestness, CELIA's much more placid and docile, but not without her own point of view.

CELIA
Well, I don't know, Dodo.

BROOKE is walking to his Steward, ROACH, whose clothes and accent denote a lower social class. DOROTHEA and CELIA walk towards the house in the background.

BROOKE [across this]
Yes, that's all very fine, Roach, but fences cost money, you know.

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ROACH
It'll cost you a lot more money in the long if you let 'em rot, Mr. Brooke.
BROOKE
Ah, now I think you'll find there's a middle way, Roach, a middle way ...

BROOKE always favours the middle way even when, as in the present case, there isn't one. ROACH protests as they walk off.

ROACH [Ad lib]
Mr Brooke, the matter's urgent. The cattle are getting out.link to note

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NEW SCENE. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH MARKET SQUARE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE walks through the busy market.link to note


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1/19a. INT. LYDGATE'S LODGINGS. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.link to note

LYDGATE back at his desk, happily working away on an experiment (dissecting a piece of heart).


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1/13. INT. OLD INFIRMARY. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE is finishing examining a patient and comes towards us down a long crowded ward with iron beds on both sides, nodding to a NURSE, a little old apple­ cheeked woman, who is trotting to keep up with him.

SA (NURSE)
His system needs purging. Shall I move him downstairs and have him bled?
LYDGATE [to the NURSE]
No. No. No purpose. It's relieving to the spirit to be active but in these cases there's nothing to be done but observe the progress of the fever.

His energy, commitment and warmth are pretty formidable. The NURSE thinks he's pretty wonderful.

He smiles at her.

LYDGATE
I shall look in again tomorrow.

As much of this as possible in motion. LYDGATE's a man in a hurry, getting on with his life.

And here comes FAREBROTHER, a clergyman, small in stature with a keen lively humorous face.

FAREBROTHER
Lydgate! How are you?
LYDGATE
Reverend Farebrother! Well enough, as you see.

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FAREBROTHER
Finding your feet, then.
LYDGATE
I feel as if I've been here all my life.
FAREBROTHER
Good. I've just been chatting with old Mrs Hislop, she's some tales about this place in the old days, before you came, make your blood run cold, Lydgate.
LYDGATE
I doubt that very much.
FAREBROTHER
Aye, you medical men, takes a good deal to shock you. You see all sides of life.

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l/13a. EXT. OLD INFIRMARY. [CLOISTER] OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

FAREBROTHER and LYDGATE enter the cloister.

FAREBROTHER
Oh, I ran into a friend of yours the other day -Trawley was the name.
LYDGATE
Trawley. I knew him when I was studying in Paris! He was such a political idealist ­ he wanted to found a utopian community in the forest - did he ever do it?
FAREBROTHER
I think not. He'd been a doctor at a German spa, married his richest patient, and retired before he was thirty. More of a realist than an idealist, I'd have said.
LYDGATE [shocked]
What a damned shameful waste of a life.
FAREBROTHER
Some might not say so. Not everyone has your moral fibre, Lydgate. But I'm late for a christening, shall I be forgiven? I doubt it.
LYDGATE
Mr. Bulstrode.
BULSTRODE
Ah!
FAREBROTHER
Good day to you!

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BULSTRODE, who has been waiting for LYDGATE, nods very coldly to FAREBROTHER.

BULSTRODE
Mr Farebrother. Dr. Lydgate. Will you do me the great favour of walking across to the Bank with me? The plans for the new hospital are ready for your inspection.
LYDGATE
Are they? Good. Good. Of course.
BULSTRODE
Excuse us.

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1/14b. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

BULSTRODE and LYDGATE walk up the main street towards the Bank.

LYDGATE
How soon will it be ready for use?
BULSTRODE
A matter of months.
LYDGATE
Excellent. Excellent.
BULSTRODE
And I believe I can assure you it will be dedicated as a fever hospital. I have advised that it should.

We understand that BULSTRODE's advice is usually taken.

As they walk along we see HAWLEY and STANDISH, two Middlemarch lawyers, taking note of them:

HAWLEY
That's the new sawbones, is it?
STANDISH
Lydgate, yes. Very well spoken of. Clever man, good family too they say.

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1/15. INT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE and BULSTRODE in BULSTRODE's private office, looking at the plans for the hospital.

LYDGATE is really excited by the architect's drawings, and he can alternate between enthusing to BULSTRODE face to face, and darting back to look at more details.

LYDGATE
Mmm, this is an excellent design, Mr. Bulstrode. The architect has vision and, and he's been well instructed. [he looks inspired]
You know in a few years time we could have a first class medical school here in Middlemarch - why should London and Paris and Edinburgh have it all? I am convinced that the causes and treatment of typhoid and cholera will very soon yield to rigorous scientific investigation - and why should they not yield to it here, in Middlemarch? Where are the kitchens? Ah yes. I see. Good. Good.
BULSTRODE
You will continue to give your services without payment?
LYDGATE [preoccupied with the plans]
Yes of course. [he straightens up ]
I have my general practice, Mr. Bulstrode, and my wants are modest. I know I can do good here. My aim is to do good small work for Middlemarch, and great work for the world. You see I am ambitious.
BULSTRODE
I am glad to hear it, sir. As you know, I mean to entrust to you the super-intendence of my new hospital.

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BULSTRODE
But you recognise the existence of spiritual interests in your patients?
LYDGATE
Yes, of course. This room here would make an excellent laboratory, don't you think?

Clearly spiritual matters are of no interest at all to him.

BULSTRODE
I refer to the chaplaincy of the hospitals. am proposing to the committee that the Reverend Mr. Farebrother should be replaced by the Reverend Mr. Tyke.
LYDGATE
Oh, what's wrong with Farebrother?
BULSTRODE
He is a man deeply painful to contemplate. Oh, I suppose there is not a clergyman in this country who has greater talents.
LYDGATE
Really. I haven't yet been pained by finding any excessive talent in Middlemarch.
BULSTRODE
I mean that Mr. Farebrother has great talents but he dissipates them shamefully. He lacks spirituality. He... he brings his calling into disrepute.

It's clearly a point of great moment for BULSTRODE. LYDGATE feels awkward. He likes Farebrother, feels he'd like to oppose BULSTRODE, but recognises that he doesn't know the pros and cons of the situation.

LYDGATE
Does he indeed? Well, I've no knowledge in these matters - if this room were a laboratory ...

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BULSTRODE [more softly but insistently]
Dr. Lydgate, the matter of the chaplaincy will be referred to the medical board. It will be voted on. You will be required to vote. I trust I may ask of you this at least ­ in virtue of the association between us which I now look forward to - that you will not be influenced by my opponents in this matter.

LYDGATE looks at him, rather startled.

BULSTRODE
Let me boldly confess to you, Dr. Lydgate, that the affairs of this temporal world are as nothing to me when they are in conflict with my spiritual duty. I trust I make myself clear?

It's a threat, if uttered obliquely, and LYDGATE doesn't like it at all.


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1/7. INT. TIPTON. GIRLS' SITTING ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

This is the "pretty sitting room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters".

DOROTHEA is drawing an architectural plan, concentrating hard.

CELIA holds a jewel case.

DOROTHEA
I'm not sure if I've made the fireplaces big enough.

CELIA looks, though she has other purposes in mind.

CELIA
Farmworkers cottages: a new design. Yes, very nice, but you know Uncle. They'll never be built Dodo. [so much for that]
Do you think we might look through Mamma's jewels now, and divide them between us? I think it would be lacking in respect to Mamma's memory if we were to put them by and never look at them ... and you know Uncle has invited Sir James Chettam and that other gentleman to dine with us this evening ...
DOROTHEA
Mr. Casaubon. [she pronounces his name with awe]
Uncle says he is the most learned man in the county.
CELIA
What do you think about Mamma's jewels?

DOROTHEA smiles.


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DOROTHEA
You mean you would like to wear them?
CELIA
I thought we both might.

CELIA opens the box and rather shyly holds up a necklace of amethysts.

CELIA
Look.
DOROTHEA
You can wear that with your Indian muslin, Kitty.
CELIA
And Dodo I thought this cross for you ­

She hands it to DOROTHEA who shies away.

DOROTHEA
Not as a trinket. No - you have it - have them all.

It's not just Puritan asceticism. She feels uncomfortable about presenting herself as an object of desire to attract men.

CELIA
Dodo how can I wear ornaments if you never will?
DOROTHEA
Celia, it is too much to ask that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance.

And now DOROTHEA, almost drawn against her will, is reaching into the jewel case, lifting chains and brooches, letting them trickle through her fingers, as it were, and she sighs. Without being fully conscious of it, she is in fact more acutely sensual than her sister.


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DOROTHEA
They are lovely though. It's strange how deeply colours seem to ... penetrate one . . . like scent. They look like fragments of heaven.
CELIA [seizing her chance]
Here's a bracelet to match it. Try it. Please, Dodo.
[She passes her a bracelet]
DOROTHEA
They are lovely.
CELIA
And necklaces are quite usual now, really, Dodo. Even for Christians -surely there must be women in heaven now, who wore jewels!

DOROTHEA hesitates.

CELIA
You must keep these, if nothing else. Say you will, Dodo.
DOROTHEA
Perhaps I shall.

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1/8. INT. TIPTON. DINING ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.

CELIA is wearing the amethyst necklace, and DOROTHEA is not wearing the emeralds.

We see CHETTAM, a handsome freshfaced young gentleman, and MR. BROOKE, a man of "acquiescent temper, miscellaneous opinions, and uncertain vote". He looks as if he's always managed to do quite well for himself.

The REVEREND EDWARD CASAUBON is in his late forties but looks older. Gaunt. Brooding. But it's important that in this first meeting we should be able to see what DOROTHEA sees in him. A man lit by inner fires, with a formidable intellect and a great soul.

He eats rather sparingly. BROOKE and CHETTAM have huge platefuls.

BROOKE
Sir Humphrey Davy, now! I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's ­ Wordsworth was there, you know, Wordsworth, the poet, Davy was a poet too, did you know that, or, as you might say, Wordsworth was poet one and Davy was poet two, d'ye follow? Wordsworth was poet one, and Davy was poet two.

He signals his joke by raising one finger for Wordsworth and two for Davy.

CHETTAM laughs politely. CASAUBON doesn't.

BROOKE
Do you know Davy, Casaubon?
CASAUBON
No, sir, I regret that I do not.

Here might be the place for a bit of plate-scraping or such for CASAUBON and we might catch CELIA wincing.


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BROOKE
Chettam here has studied Davy, and his Agricultural Chemistry, but it won't do.

DOROTHEA, a great admirer of learning, looks interested, and CHETTAM seizes his chance to impress her.

CHETTAM
I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry, Miss Brooke, because I want to take one of my farms into my own hands, and see if I can set a good pattern of farming amongst my tenants. Do you approve of that?
DOROTHEA [warmly]
Why yes, very much indeed, Sir James - I wish you could persuade my uncle to do the same!

His pleased face, as BROOKE weighs in:

BROOKE
No, no, no, it won't do. Fancy farming I call it, the most expensive sort of whistle you can buy. You may as well keep a pack of hounds.
DOROTHEA [with some energy]
But surely it's not a sin, Uncle, to spend money in finding out how to make the most of the land that supports us all?

See CASAUBON taking an interest as well as CHETTAM: this young woman has a mind, says CASAUBON to himself. How extraordinary.

BROOKE [to CASAUBON]
Ladies don't understand political economy, you know.

It would be nice to catch CASAUBON's searching look at DOROTHEA and her mortification at her uncle's dismissive words, as BROOKE goes on:


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BROOKE
No, a little light literature is more to their taste ...
DOROTHEA [almost an undertone]
Uncle.
BROOKE [undeterred]
Novels, you know, poetry, Scott, Shelley, Southey, now, do you know Southey at all, Casaubon?
CASAUBON [shakes his head]
I have at present little leisure for modem literature. I live too much with the dead, perhaps.

He's addressing DOROTHEA now, sensing that she is the one most interested in what he has to say and best able to understand him. There's even a glimmer of a smile in his eyes and the corners of his mouth.

BROOKE
Casaubon's engaged upon a great work, y'know, isn't that so, Casaubon?
CASAUBON
I believe I am, yes. Perhaps too great a work for the mind of one man to compass.
DOROTHEA
May I know what it is, Mr. Casaubon?
CASAUBON
I am compiling a Key to All Mythologies, Miss Brooke. I am seeking to elucidate those elements which underpin every system of belief know to man. [He seems really fired up and intense ­ then he recollected himself]
It's not, perhaps, a subject of great interest to young ladies.
DOROTHEA
On the contrary - to me that seems a wonderful endeavour.

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CASAUBON
You are very kind, Miss Brooke. I'm much encouraged.

She's just looking for some great man to devote herself to, body and soul, and here he is. And he's deigned to notice her! And he's not quite so inward looking that he can't feel definitely chuffed that this lovely intelligent young woman seems keen to fling herself at his feet. And that is what she is signalling quite clearly with her great dark eyes.

In this next bit, the strange rapport between DOROTHEA and CASAUBON is what's important: BROOKE is an irritating, embarrassing distraction:

BROOKE
How do you arrange your documents?
CASAUBON
Pigeonholes partly.
BROOKE
Ah, pigeonholes will not do. I never know whether a paper is in A or Z.
DOROTHEA
I wish you would let me sort your papers for you Uncle. I would letter them all and then make a list of subjects under each letter.
CASAUBON
But you have an excellent secretary at hand, you perceive.

CHETTAM is getting anxious. He wants to seize back the initiative.

CHETTAM
I hear you are determined to give up riding, Miss Brooke - surely that isn't true?
DOROTHEA
t is true, Sir James.

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CHETTAM
Oh, but why? You're such an accomplished horsewoman and it is such healthy exercise - and every lady should be a good horsewoman, you know, that she may accompany her husband. Surely it isn't possible you should think riding is wrong?
DOROTHEA
It is quite possible that I should think it wrong for me.
CHETTAM
Oh, why?
DOROTHEA
Well, I simply feel that there ought to be a better way to live.
CHETTAM
But surely ...!

As he pauses to find a strong argument, CASAUBON comes to her rescue.

CASAUBON
Perhaps we should not inquire too closely as to motives. I believe I understand your response, Miss Brooke.

Her aspirations to be a great soul like him, he means. But she's pleased and very grateful.

DOROTHEA [softly]
Thank you.

Incidental Music Music Cue - 1M2A/B
T/C In: 10.15:53


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Incidental Music 1M2A/B cotinues

l/11. EXT. TIPTON GROUNDS. OCTOBER 1892. DAY.
CASAUBON and DOROTHEA walking in the grounds.
DOROTHEA
There seems to be so much that is trivial about our lives here and I am so very ignorant ... my education has been so imperfect. There is so much to do, so much to learn ...
CASAUBON
You are truly interested in scholarship, then?
DOROTHEA
Oh, yes! It must be wonderful to be engaged in some great work, as you are!
CASAUBON
It is a great challenge to, to bring together all the major disciplines - theology, philosophy, cosmology - to show how every faith springs from the same ultimate source. It is a great endeavour.

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Incidental Music 1M2A/B continues

1/1la. EXT. TIPTON GROUNDS. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

CASAUBON and DOROTHEA sitting on a bench.

CASAUBON
My notes already present a formidable range of volumes but the crowning task will be to condense these still expanding insights into a single unified whole.
DOROTHEA
Oh yes.
CASAUBON
Miss Brooke, this visit, for me, has been ­ may I say this? - more than pleasant ...link to noteI have felt the disadvantage of loneliness that inevitably accompanies any serious scholarship. The presence of youth, of cheerful companionship ... perhaps I have said too much?
DOROTHEA
No, not at all - I feel I understand you ... and if I say in my turn that I have longed for some great purpose in my life which would give it ... shape and meaning ... you do not find such an aspiration ridiculous?
CASAUBON
Surprising, perhaps in one so young ... but not ridiculous. No, not ridiculous at all. It is time for me to leave.
DOROTHEA
Yes, of course.

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1/12. EXT. TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

CASAUBON's carriage stands in front of Tipton.

BROOKE

[AD LIB]
Now, then, a good journey to you and a safe one. They're full of oats. They'll take you a good crack.

The carriage pulls away.

BROOKE
Well, well, he's not such a bad fellow after all ...

He mooches back into the house.

DOROTHEA still looking after CASAUBON starry eyed, CELIA looking at DOROTHEA in some puzzlement.

link to note

T/C Out: 10:18:34
Duration: 02'41"


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1/16. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. STREET NEAR GREEN DRAGON. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.

LYDGATE walking, deep in thought, on his way home to get on with a few experiments, turns and walks down a narrow street.

The Green Dragon is the only light in the darkness, subdued roar coming out of it, and then just as he's passing, a bit of shouting and clapping, as of people applauding a good shot.

He thinks it might be fun to spend an evening that way, but walks on past. His sights are set on nobler things than fun.


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1/17. INT. GREEN DRAGON. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.

The centre of attention is the billiard table, where FRED VINCY, a good looking young gent of about twenty, is standing with a cue in his hand ruefully watching the REV FAREBROTHER compiling a big break.

FAREBROTHER is a brighteyed, smiley, quick-moving man ... he puts together a senes of delicate little cannons, goes in off the red.

HIRAM FORD is scoring.

BAMBRIDGE is standing with a circle of cronies.

MRS DOLLOP is there with drinks.link to note

HIRAM [across this]
Eighty nine ....
BAMBRIDGE
Luck of the devil, Mr. Farebrother. Lovely little player, though - could have made a living at it. Does make a living at it near enough, pays for his butter if not his bread, eh my lads? Well that vicaring's not a paying game, I don't blame him - well done Mr. Farebrother!

MRS DOLLOP walks away from the Billiard table towards BAMBRIDGE, talking to FRED and FAREBROTHER as she goes.

MRS DOLLOP
Found another lamb to fleece I see Mr. Farebrother, more fool you Mr. Fred for playing with a clergyman, the clergy always wins you know for God's on their side ....
BAMBRIDGE
... and so He is Mrs. Dollop. Thank you.

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MRS DOLLOP
Here you are.

MRS DOLLOP refills BAMBRIDGE'S tankard.

FAREBROTHER and FRED are putting on their jackets.

BAMBRIDGE
Master Vincy! Over here!
FRED
I'm afraid I can't afford to pay you just yet, Mr. Bambridge.
BAMBRIDGE
No? I'm not surprised. I hope I shan't have to speak to your father about it.

FAREBROTHER walks over to them.

FAREBROTHER
Mr. Bambridge.
BAMBRIDGE
Mr. Farebrother, your winnings sir.
FAREBROTHER
Very good! Good evening! [he turns to leave]
Evening! Evening Mrs. Dollop!
MRS DOLLOP
Evening Mr. Farebrother.

Quite a lot of the REGULARS say evening Mr. Farebrother. Clearly a local, and well liked.

Out he goes.


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1/18a. EXT. GREEN DRAGON. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.

FAREBROTHER leaves the Green Dragon.


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1/18b. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.

LYDGATE walks through the square and stands looking in the jeweller's shop window as FAREBROTHER approaches.link to note

FAREBROTHER
Lydgate! Excellent! Well met! Are you busy this evening? Where are you off to?
LYDGATE
Just a solitary supper in my lodgings with a book for company - there's an experiment I want to think about.
FAREBROTHER
Postpone it. Come home and take your supper at my house. No, I insist. Then you can inspect my collection. What do you say to that?

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1/19. INT. FAREBROTHER'S STUDY. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.

Lots of glass jars and trays full of mounted butterflies and moths which LYDGATE is examining. We see TWO OLD LADIES in the passage.

FIRST OLD LADY
Here are the glasses, Camden. Goodnight!
SECOND OLD LADY
Goodnight, Camden dear.
FAREBROTHER [to the old women]
Goodnight Mother!
OLD LADIES
Goodnight.
FAREBROTHER
Goodnight all!

FAREBROTHER walks.

LYDGATE looks up and smiles.

LYDGATE
Formidable. You're a scientist.
FAREBROTHER [shrugs]
I keep my mind alive. You have no hobbies yourself?
LYDGATE
So much I want to achieve in my profession. Both practically and in theory. I have the ocean to swim in here.

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FAREBROTHER
Many men would call Middlemarch a backwater.
LYDGATE
It's ideal for my purposes. I want to work on fever - the prevention and the treatment. I think I will be able to show dramatic results in a town of this size. D'you see? ... and by example I want to bring about a general reform in practice - we shouldn't still be making our money by selling panaceas that are as useful as bottled ditch water.
FAREBROTHER
I believe you'd like to make Middlemarch a model for all England to follow.
LYDGATE
That's exactly what I want to do ... and in the country, you can follow your own course more easily. People let you alone. You can get on with your own life.

LYDGATE is saying you and I are two of a kind, a bit cleverer than the mass, and if we want to collect insects or some opium or cut up bodies in our spare time, it's nobody's business but our own.

FAREBROTHER
Lydgate ... I think I should warn you. You're new to Middlemarch. It's not the simple place it seems. For example: you're my friend, I hope. But if you vote for me as the chaplain to the new hospital, you'll make an enemy of Bulstrode. And that is something no one should do lightly. He can do you harm.
LYDGATE
I hope I act on my beliefs, not out of petty expediency. Life's too short for that sort of ... provincial moral shabbiness. But what does Bulstrode have against you?

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FAREBROTHER
That I don't teach his opinions, which he calls "spiritual religion" - it's the sort of Christianity that does more to make people feel uncomfortable than to make them feel better. It makes me shudder. And he says I haven't the time to look after both hospitals. That's true - but I could make the time, and I should be glad of the forty pounds. I should be happier to earn it in the exercise of my vocation rather than ... in the billiard room or at the card table.

He smiles. So does LYDGATE.

FAREBROTHER
But let's dismiss all that. Just remember ­ if you do vote with Bulstrode, you're not to cut me in consequence. Idealists and intelligent men are thin on the ground in Middlemarch. I simply can't afford to do without you, Lydgate.

His tone tends to be light, but he means every word. The two men do feel very warmly towards each other.


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NEW SCENE. EXT. VINCY HOUSE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

Establisher.


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1/21. INT. VINCY HOUSE. BREAKFAST/DRAWING ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.link to note

It's a large room with a big table and sideboard still with breakfast things on.

ROSAMOND VINCY is in the adjacent room sitting working on one of her pastimes.link to note She is a lovely blonde, very conscious of her own beauty.

PRITCHARD, the servant, is tidying up the table and the clock is striking half past ten as MRS. VINCY comes in from the room where Rosamond is sitting.

MRS. VINCY
Thank you Pritchard. Knock at Mr. Fred's door again, Pritchard, and tell him it is gone half past ten.
PRITCHARD
Yes, Mrs. Vincy.

PRITCHARD goes up stairs. Mrs Vincy returns to her needlework.link to notelink to note

ROSAMOND
Mamma when Fred comes down I wish you would not let him have red herrings. I cannot bear the smell of them all over the house.
MRS. VINCY
Now, Rosamond my love. A red herring's not much is it. We women must learn to put up with little things, and if it's only the smell of a red herring you can count yourself lucky. You'll be married some day.
ROSAMOND
Yes but not to anyone like Fred. And not to anyone who has red herrings. And not to anyone at all from Middlemarch

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Some people might think that the little three-parter from Rosamond makes a pleasing flourish to end that exchange. But MRS. VINCY has other ideas.

She reappears in the doorway.

MRS. VINCY
So it would seem, my dear, for you have as good as refused the pick of them!
ROSAMOND
Mamma!
MRS. VINCY
What is it, Rosie?
ROSAMOND
I wish you wouldn't say 'the pick of them'. It is a rather vulgar expression.
MRS. VINCY [a bit long suffering]
Yes, very likely, my dear. What should I say, then?
ROSAMOND
The 'best' of them.
MRS. VINCY
Well I never. D'you know that sounds just as plain and common to me. But with your education you must know, dear.

And she goes.

FRED comes in. Good looking, warm-hearted, feckless, immature, his mum adores him.

FRED
Good morning, Mother! Rosie!
ROSAMOND
Rosamond.

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FRED [surveying the well-stocked table]
Ham, toast, potted beef . . . is there nothing else for breakfast, Pritchard?
PRITCHARD
Should you like eggs, sir?
FRED
Eggs ... no! Bring me a grilled bone!
PRITCHARD
Yes, sir.

He goes.

ROSAMOND
Really, Fred. What would you think of me if I came down at half past ten and ordered grilled bone?
FRED [grinning: he's already tucking in to what's there ]
I should think you were an uncommonly fast young lady.
ROSAMOND
I don't see why brothers have to be so disagreeable.
FRED [rather brilliantly]
Disagreeable is a word that describes your feelings, Rosie, not my actions.

He's clearly done an introduction to Logic at university.

ROSAMOND
I think it describes the smell of grilled bone.
FRED
Not at all. It describes the sensation in your little nose associated with certain finicking notions acquired in Mrs. Lemon's finishing school. [going on fast to forestall her reply]
Mother! I shall ride over to Stone Court this morning.

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ROSAMOND
Oh, to see Mary Garth, I suppose.
MRS. VINCY [coming in again]
It's a pity you have not the patience to go and see your Uncle more often, Rosie, so proud of you as he is, and wanted you to go and live with him, and now Mary Garth has got in there ...
ROSAMOND
Mary Garth can bear Stone Court because it was that or becoming a governess. I would rather not have anything left to me if I must earn it by enduring my uncle's cough and his ugly relations.
MRS. VINCY
Now Rosie, neither you nor Fred can afford to be so proud. Uncle Featherstone is fond of you, but he'll leave you nothing unless you show yourselves agreeable. Those horrid relations of his are camped out in that parlour night and day like carrion crows - the least you could do is go and sit with him an hour, Rosie. He's not long for this world.
ROSAMOND
Very well, Mamma. I'll go with Fred this morning, just to please you. I'll even sing Ye Banks and Braes for the hundred and thirty seven thousandth time, if my Uncle requests me to.

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1/23. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

ROSAMOND and FRED riding to STONE COURT.

ROSAMOND
Mamma said that there's a new doctor attending Uncle Featherstone.
FRED
Yes, Lydgate: clever fellow too .... aha! I see!
ROSAMOND
What do you mean by that?
FRED
Now I know why we're going to Stone Court.
ROSAMOND
Fred!
FRED [as he sees the other guys on their flash mounts]
Damn it, I wish I had a halfway decent horse.. . [patting his]
There, there, never mind, Sugar ... Come on!

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1/24. EXT. STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

Fred and Mary arrive at Stone Court.

Incidental Music Song
Ye Banks and Braes
by Robert Burns
T/C In: 10:26:50


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1/25. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

The parlour, a big room with a low ceiling, dim because of the small windows.

OLD FEATHERSTONE sits hunched up by the fire with his wig askew, clutching his gold-topped stick. He's over eighty, a crafty looking old sod but clearly not long for this world.

MARY GARTH at his side. She looks nice but not pretty.

A row of WAULES (SOLOMON, MRS. WAULE and several OTHERS). They're not pretty and they don't look very nice either, and they all seem to be in mourning already.

FRED is turning over the music for ROSAMOND, who is at the piano, singing.

ROSAMOND
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds, That warbles on the flowery thorn. Ye mind me of departed joys Departed never to return.

T/C Out: 10:27:20
Duration: 00'30"

FEATHERSTONE very enthusiastic, doing himself a mischief.

FEATHERSTONE
Ah! Aha! Very good, missy! Just like a little blackbird! And what would she know of departed joys? Not much I hope! Haha! hahaha ha!

That does it, and he goes into a terrible coughing fit, rocking about, his eyes bulging.

All the WAULES lean forward eagerly and MARY pours some medicine into a spoon and waits for a pause, then gets it into him. He swallows. Everyone holds their breath. But he's better.


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FEATHERSTONE [grins]
Fred Vincy. Come here. Be off with the lot of you. Off with you, off with you! I've got a bone to pick with this boy here.

FRED goes over.

FEATHERSTONE
That's it, sit close, good boy. Now then. A little bird has told me that you have got into debt with your constant playing at billiards for high stakes, and the same little bird tells me that you've been borrowing on your expectations. That you've been telling folks that old Featherstone is leaving you his land and you've been raising ready cash on the strength of it, haven't you, sir?
FRED
Indeed I have not, sir.
FEATHERSTONE
Oh, I hear Bulstrode the banker tells a different tale.
FRED
Then he's mistaken, sir, or he's lying, or your little bird is.

FRED has guessed (correctly) that the little bird is one of the WAULES who sit out of earshot but well aware what the conversation is about. He glares at them. They glare back.

FEATHERSTONE
Oh, I can alter my will yet, you know. And I shall, mark my words, unless you contradict the story, Fred.
FRED
I have contradicted it, Uncle Featherstone.

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FEATHERSTONE
Ah, yes, but I want dockimentation. From Bulstrode the banker. Saying in black and white that he knows nothing against you in this respect.
FRED
I couldn't go and beg Bulstrode for that. It's not a thing a gentleman should ask.
FEATHERSTONE
Suit yourself, young squire. There's plenty of others I can leave my money to. Ay, money's a good egg.

That sets him off coughing again, and MARY and ROSAMOND come back, MARY with the syrup.

FEATHERSTONE [when he's over his bout]
You're a good girl, Mary. You've got a plain face and a sharp tongue and I daresay you'll never get a husband but you're a good girl.
FRED [warmly]
She's the best girl I know.

FRED speaks up for MARY as he always does. The audience will assume correctly that FEATHERSTONE's abuse of MARY is part of a daily routine, and that while he's right about her plain face and sharp tongue, he's wrong about her chances of getting a husband. FRED is clearly in love with her, and she knows it.

FEATHERSTONE
Oh! Is she now?

MARY looks a bit annoyed and embarrassed at this public attention.

FRED
Did you get those books I sent you Mary?
MARY
Yes, thank you.

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FEATHERSTONE
What do you want with more books, Mary?
MARY [sharply]
Because I'm fond of reading, of course, what do you think?
FEATHERSTONE
Too fond! You've got the newspaper to read out loud to me every week. That's enough for any young girl I would have thought.
MARY
I like to read to myself as well. And I shall, too.

MARY treats him much more like an equal than FRED and ROSAMOND do.

FEATHERSTONE
You shall not. I can't abide to see her reading to herself. It's not natural for any young girl. You mind not to bring her any more books, do you hear?
FRED
Yes, sir, I hear.

FRED smiles at MARY: he does not intend to obey.

FEATHERSTONE
Ah, my little blackbird, we haven't had "Home Sweet Home" yet.
ROSAMOND
Oh, I'm sure everyone thinks I've sung quite enough, Uncle Featherstone. I'll sing it to you next time I come.

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FEATHERSTONE
Next time you come? I may be in my coffin next time you come. Home Sweet Home, if you please, and quick about it.

She goes to the piano with her graceful walk.

See MARY looking.

See FRED looking from his sister to MARY.

The WAULES watching, fat and ugly, a row of shiny bombazine and serge, the ties of blood their only claim to old FEATHERSTONE's money.

OLD FEATHERSTONE settles himself to listen.

Song
Home Sweet Home
by Henry Rowley Bishop
T/C In: 10:30:19

ROSAMOND
Mid pleasures and palaces Though we may roam ... Be it ever so humble There's no place like home.

Her voice continues over:


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Home Sweet Home continues

1/26. EXT. STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE riding up to the house.link to note

ROSAMOND

OOV


Home, home ... Sweet, sweet home ...

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1/27. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

ROSAMOND is coming to the end of her song.

ROSAMOND
There's no place like home There's no place like home.link to note

T/C Out: 10:31:35
Duration: 01'16"

And by the end of it, LYDGATE is standing in the doorway and their eyes have met.link to note

FEATHERSTONE
Ah, very pretty, very nice, ah, here he comes at last, the man of the moment! Dr. Lydgate, this is my niece, Miss Rosamond Vincy!
LYDGATE
How d'ye do, Miss Vincy?

She manages to take his hand without actually replying: she's doing it all with her eyes. LYDGATE has been her target since the moment she heard about him.

LYDGATE
I had heard Miss Vincy was a musician. I confess I hadn't expected she would be quite so ... talented.link to note

He says this without taking his eyes off hers.

FEATHERSTONE
The best in Middlemarch, I'll be bound!

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ROSAMOND
Middlemarch has not a very high standard, Uncle. I'm afraid we must be leaving ... I promised Mamma - Fred - where is my whip? Oh ... link to note

Gallant LYDGATE overtakes her and gets there before her, turning the whip so that she almost bumps into him ... it's one of those crucial moments called 'falling in love' which was just what ROSAMOND had hoped would happen. Even so, her knees go a bit wobbly.

ROSAMOND [softly]
Thank you.link to note

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1/28. EXT. STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

FRED and ROSAMOND mount their horses and begin to ride off.

ROSAMOND
They say his uncle is a baronet with a great estate in Yorkshire.
FRED
Yes, there was a Lydgate up at Oxford spent no end of money ... but rich men may have paupers for cousins, Rosie.
ROSAMOND
It always makes a difference to be of a good family.link to note
FRED
Did Mary say anything about me?
ROSAMOND [not without some pleasure]
Yes, she said she thought you were very unsteady, and that if you asked her to marry you she'd refuse.
FRED
Well, she might have waited till I did ask her.
ROSAMOND
I don't know what you see in her Fred. I should never have thought she was a girl to fall in love with.
FRED
And how would you know what men fall in love with? Girls never know. [pause ]
Did she really say that?

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ROSAMOND
I always tell the truth.
FRED
She's right. I am unsteady. But I do love her, Rosie.

He remembers another aspect of his predicament.

FRED
Oh, Lord, now I shall have to talk to Father and get him to butter up Uncle Bulstrode.

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1/29. EXT. COTTAGE ON TIPTON ESTATE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

DOROTHEA out walking with MONK, carrying a basket ... strides along, eyes glowing, thinking about what it might be like to be the wife of a genius, but she is brought back to reality as the path curves round by a couple of tumbledown cottages with CHILDREN playing. MONK goes romping in amongst them.

CHILDREN [OOV]
Miss Brooke! Miss Brooke!
DOROTHEA
Morning, Lucy!
CHILDREN
Can I have some of these, Miss Brooke?
DOROTHEA
Of course. Could you look after Monk for me, Ben?

MRS. BARNACLE, the farmworker's wife, comes out.

DOROTHEA
Morning, Mrs. Barnacle.
MRS. BARNACLE [curtseying]
Morning, Miss Brooke.
DOROTHEA
How is your husband?
MRS. BARNACLE
Still bad, Miss Brooke.

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DOROTHEA
May I come in?
MRS. BARNACLE
Very honoured, Miss.

That as they are on their way in: a point of delicacy in DOROTHEA to ask permission.


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1/30. INT COTTAGE ON TIPTON ESTATE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

Inside it's dark, more light coming from the holes in the walls than through the one tiny window. One more RAGGED CHILD inside. BARNACLE on a truckle bed in the one downstairs room. His breathing is bad. Wheezy.


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1/31. EXT. COTTAGE ON TIPTON ESTATE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

DOROTHEA comes out with MRS. BARNACLE.

DOROTHEA
Try and give him some of that jelly. That room is so damp - I have spoken to Mr. Brooke about the roof, and I shall remind him again.
MRS. BARNACLE
Thank you, Miss Brooke, it's very good of you.

MISS BROOKE does her best, but a whole new cottage is what's really wanted. They both know that.


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1/32. EXT. TIPTON GROUNDS. WOODLAND. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

DOROTHEA walking home, thinking less happy thoughts.

And round a bend, from behind, comes CHETTAM on a beautiful chestnut, with two setters running behind, and a GROOM dismounts and comes towards her carrying a little white puppy.

CHETTAM
Miss Brooke! I was on my way to see you! I have a little petitioner for you, if you'll accept him.
DOROTHEA
What is it?
CHETTAM
A little Maltese gentleman.
DOROTHEA
I'm sorry, but I cannot bear toy breeds - I should be terrified of treading on it - my eyesight is rather poor, you know.
CHETTAM
Well, well, no matter - here, John, take this will you?

He hands the puppy to the GROOM, who takes it stoically.

CHETTAM
Can't stand the things myself, but they tell me ladies like 'em . . . may I walk with you?
DOROTHEA
Yes, of course.

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They walk a few paces while he tries to think of something to say.

DOROTHEA is still thinking about the cottagers and bursts out with:

DOROTHEA
It's terrible the way we live in ease while we let our tenants rot in pigsties. We deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords!
CHETTAM [a bit alarmed]
You think that?
DOROTHEA
Yes, I do.
CHETTAM
You have your own opinion about everything, Miss Brooke. Do you know I ­ I envy you that? Lovegood was telling me you have made a plan for new cottages, he was full of praise for your ideas.
DOROTHEA
I'm afraid they will come to nothing. Uncle won't consent to anything on the estate that costs him money. It's shameful.
CHETTAM
Miss Brooke, I should like to consult your plans if I may. You see I am determined to build new cottages at Freshitt ...
DOROTHEA
How very good of you, Sir James! Nothing would please me more! How wonderful it would be if we could set a pattern about here.

They both walk off down the hill.


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1/33. TIPTON. BREAKFAST ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

BROOKE hacking his way through some enormous breakfast.

DOROTHEA and CELIA. MRS. KELL (a middle-aged, female with her own opinion of BROOKE).

BROOKE
Sir James Chettam is setting a thoroughly bad example to his neighbours in my view. These cottages he proposes to build ... it's folly and madness.

DOROTHEA and CELIA smile at each other.

BROOKE
Well, of course he's a rich man, and I daresay he can afford to pay for his follies, but he should think of the consequences to others, you know ... we shall all end up out of pocket, I make no doubt. Well, so be it. I shall go over to Lowick today. I thought I might ask Casaubon to dine with us again ... would that be agreeable?
CELIA [sighing]
Oh no!
BROOKE
Hm, well, perhaps not. Yes, yes, carry on . .. carry on ...

He keeps getting in the way of MRS KELL. Wipes his mouth on a big napkin, on his way out.

DOROTHEA
Uncle, I hope you will invite Mr. Casaubon as often as he is willing to come.

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BROOKE gone now, we can still bear him braying a bit in the hall.

MRS. KELL goes out with him.

CELIA
Oh, Dodo ...
DOROTHEA
At least with Mr. Casaubon one can be sure of an intelligent conversation.
CELIA
You don't like Sir James? He seems determined to do anything you wish.

Teeny weeny touch of jealousy here.

DOROTHEA
Sir James is a good creature, and more sensible than anyone would imagine.

DOROTHEA can be awfully smug and patronising without meaning to be. Hence CELIA's slight sharpness.

CELIA
I suppose you know he's in love with you.
DOROTHEA
Celia!
CELIA [calmly]
Anyone with eyes can see that he is very much in love with you, and that he thinks you return his affection.
DOROTHEA [horrified]
How could he think that? I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages.
CELIA
Well I thought it right to tell you, because you went on as you always do, never looking about you, never seeing what is quite plain to everybody else.

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DOROTHEA feels awful. She is probably blushing furiously. Perhaps she remembers telling Chettam how happy he's made her. When she speaks again it's in a low voice.

DOROTHEA
I must have no more to do with the cottages.
CELIA
It is hard ... I know it's your favourite fad to draw plans.
DOROTHEA
Favourite fad? Celia! D'you think I only care about my fellow creatures' houses in that childish way? How can one do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?

She walks out, nothing else she can do, having completely lost her temper.

CELIA sits placidly. She doesn't mind having petty thoughts.


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1/50. INT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

BULSTRODE sits behind his big desk.

MAYOR VINCY on the other side.

BULSTRODE
You must understand, Vincy, that I stretch my tolerance towards you and your family because you are my wife's brother. As to your son Frederick, it was entirely from worldly vanity that you sent him to University, and destined him for the Church. Now you are reaping the reward of your own folly and his.
VINCY
There's no going back. It's a good British feeling to try to raise your family a little. It's a father s duty to try to give his son a chance in life. If you mean us to come down in the world, say so.
BULSTRODE
I am not at all sure that I should be befriending your son by smoothing his way towards the acquisition of Featherstone's property.
VINCY [angry now]
If you mean to hinder anyone from having money but saints and evangelists, you'll have to give up some profitable partnerships, that's all I can say! It's this sort of thing, trying to play bishop and banker everywhere - that makes a man's name stink.
BULSTRODE
Let me remind you, Vincy, it was not your prudence or judgment, but my material help that has enabled you to keep your place in the trade.

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VINCY
Well, you like to be master, there's no denying that. You're my sister's husband, we ought to stick together. If you won't put a stop to this rumour about Fred you might as well slander him yourself. I consider it unhandsome of you to refuse to write this letter, Brother Bulstrode. I consider it very unhandsome.

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1/51. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

OLD FEATHERSTONE is sitting propped up in bed reading BULSTRODE's letter.

FRED stands by the window.

FEATHERSTONE [reading]
"And I distinctly affirm that I have no information that your son borrowed any money on any property that might accrue to him on Mr. Featherstone's demise". Accrue? Property? Demise? Fine words for a speckilating man! Come from nowhere, that one, too. Mind you, I hear he owns your father lock, stock, and barrel, or his bank does. So. What d'ye expect now? A little fortune, eh?

He does a bit of coughing, and deals out five bank notes.

FEATHERSTONE
There we are. There ... and there ... and there ... and ... that's all ... well, you might show a little gratitude.
FRED
Thank you, sir. I am very much obliged to you.

He tries very hard to look delighted, but it is clearly not quite as much as he'd hoped for.

FEATHERSTONE
I should think you are.

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1/53a. INT. STONE COURT. [LANDING] NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

FRED comes out of Featherstone's bedroom.

FRED
Mary.
MARY
Am I wanted?
FRED
No, no, I came to see you, Mary.

He sits down and smiles at her.

MARY
What's the matter?
FRED
Oh, Mary, you'll think I'm a despicable fellow. Uncle Featherstone has just made me a present of a hundred pounds.
MARY
A hundred pounds?
FRED
Yes, it's very generous of him, and I should be grateful - I am grateful - but I was hoping it might be more, because I am in debt for a hundred and sixty pounds, and a friend - a very good friend - has signed a bill of security for me making himself responsible for the whole sum. I was hoping Uncle's gift might clear it, and then I could start afresh with a clean slate. You see I confess everything to you.

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MARY
And that makes everything better?
FRED
No. I thought you looked so sad when I came in just now. It's a shame you should stay here and be bullied.
MARY
Oh, I have an easy life in comparison to some. I tried being a teacher, but I wasn't fit for that - me mind's too fond of wandering on its own way.
FRED
Well, I couldn't be a good clergyman, any more than you could be a good governess.
MARY
I never said you ought to be a clergyman. There are other sorts of work, aren't there? Oh Fred, why can't you just resolve on something sensible, and stick to it?
FRED
I'll never be good for anything, Mary, unless I know you love me.

The thing is she does love him. But she thinks if she tells him, he'll abandon all his efforts to make himself a worthy man.

MARY
Me father says an idle man ought not to exist, much less be married.

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1/53b. INT. STONE COURT. [HALL/STAIRS]. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

FRED runs after MARY.

FRED
Then what am I to do? Blow my brains out?
MARY [exasperated]
No! [pause, then with some humour]
On the whole, I think you'd do better to pass your examination [pause, then as a sideflick]
Mr. Farebrother says it is disgracefully easy.
FRED
Oh, everything's easy to him! [pause]
But it's not cleverness really. I could pass. I'm ten times as clever as some of the men that pass.
MARY
Oh, are you? Then you must be ten times as idle as they are.
FRED
But if I did pass, you wouldn't want me to go into the church, would you?
MARY
Fred it shouldn't be the question, what I want you to do. You have a conscience of your own, what do you think you should do?

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FRED
Mary, I do know this: if you won't give me any encouragement, I shall just get worse.
MARY [angry]
I won't give you any encouragement! It would be a disgrace if I accepted a man who got into debt and wouldn't work!

It's because she loves him that she's so angry.


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1/36. EXT. TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY. LATE AFTERNOON.

BROOKE's carriage comes to the front of the house, and as BROOKE gets down, DOROTHEA comes from the garden to meet him.

DOROTHEA
What news have you brought, Uncle?
BROOKE
News? News about what?
DOROTHEA
Why, about the sheep stealer. Were you not at the Assizes?
BROOKE
Ah, yes. Poor John Bunch. It seems that we can't let him off. He's to be hanged.

DOROTHEA's face. She feels it sharply.

DOROTHEA Uncle!

BROOKE
There's nothing to be done about it. Let's go in. There's a sharp air, driving. I feel it, you know. A very sharp air.

BROOKE goes inside. DOROTHEA watches.


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1/37. INT. TIPTON. LIBRARY. OCTOBER 1829. DAY. LATE AFTERNOON.

BROOKE drinks his hot toddy.

DOROTHEA is standing by the fire and BROOKE sits on a chair and stares in front of him. He has a delicate mission.

BROOKE
I came back by Lowick, you know. I talked with Casaubon and saw his library, that kind of thing. It seems he greatly enjoyed his visits here over the last few weeks. Yes.
DOROTHEA
Yes, Uncle?
BROOKE
Well, he seems to have a high opinion of you, my dear. A very high opinion indeed.

DOROTHEA waits eagerly while he wonders how to put it.

BROOKE
The fact is, he asked my permission to pay his addresses to you ... I told him you are very young, and so forth . . . I felt that I had to tell him that there was very little chance, you know. But there you are, in the end I had to promise the poor fellow that I would speak with you, so there you have it.

As he speaks, we see DOROTHEA's face change from hope to joy. Her dream has come true! But she manages to reply composedly (perhaps there might be a tiny tremble?)


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DOROTHEA
I am very grateful to Mr. Casaubon. If he makes me an offer, I shall accept him.

He is really taken aback. Then he thinks: she's being prudent, and she thinks this is the best offer she'll get.

BROOKE [standing]
That's very well Dorothea, but Chettam, now, have you not thought of him? He is a vwey good match. Our lands lie together, and
[in almost a confidential manner]
I believe my dear that Chettam too wishes to marry you. I mention it, you see. There!

He really thinks he's giving her a nice surprise, and that she'll say oh, sod old Casaubon then if it's game on for Sir James! But in fact she's listened with impatience and distress, dying to butt in, so that when she does reply she bursts out:

DOROTHEA [rising]
It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam. If he thinks of marrying me, he has made a great mistake.
BROOKE [gobsmacked]
I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like, now.
DOROTHEA
Please do not mention him in that light again.
BROOKE [baffled]
Casaubon, now. Well, he's a good match in some ways ... he's a clever man, a scholar. I never got anything out of him, you know - any ideas, However he's a tip­ top man, may be bishop. But you know he's over five and forty, and his health's not strong. Marriage can be a noose, my dear. And you're fond of your own opinions, but a man likes to be master, you know. I only mention these things to you, I just mention them.

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He is trying very hard to be a wise counsellor, and it is all said with great affection. She appreciates that and softens, wanting to reassure him:

DOROTHEA
Uncle, I don't want a husband of my own age. He should be above me in judgment and experience, knowledge ... and I know I must expect trials. I've never thought of marriage as mere personal ease. Uncle, I admire and honour Mr. Casaubon more than any man I ever saw.
BROOKE [she's convinced him]
Well, my dear, that being so, I have a letter for you from Mr. Casaubon here in my pocket. Yes, here it is ...

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 1M3
T/C In: 10:46:31

He hands it to her, and she takes it, her eyes shining. She starts to open it.

CASAUBON [VO]
My dear Miss Brooke, I have your ...

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1M3 continues

1/39. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.

We can see the light on in the study as CASAUBON sits hunched over his desk with some of his enormous books.

CASAUBON [VO]
... your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart ...

His eyes are tired. He rises and walks to the window.

CASAUBON [VO]
From the first hours of our acquaintance, I discerned in you a rare combination of elements uniquely compatible with my own needs - elevation of thought and capability of devotion, allied to graces of sex beyond all my hopes. Had I not made your acquaintance I might well have gone to ...

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1M3 continues

1/38. INT. TIPTON. DOROTHEA'S BEDROOM. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT.

DOROTHEA is in her nightdress with her hair down, reading his letter eagerly.

It's not much of a love letter, but her imagination can fill out all its deficiencies:

CASAUBON [VO]
... the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. To be accepted by you as your husband, my dear Miss Brooke ...

(That on its own might cause a bit of a tremble, if said with conviction).

CASAUBON [VO]
... I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. In return I can, at least, offer you an affection ...

Here she might pause, and raise her eyes from the letter, and we could go in on her dreaming eyes and cut to:


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1/40. INT. TIPTON. DOROTHEA'S BEDROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY.

CELIA has come into see DOROTHEA early in the morning. She sits on the end of DOROTHEA's bed brushing her hair. DOROTHEA has just climbed out from underneath her bedclothes.

CASAUBON [VO]
... hitherto unwasted.

T/C Out: 10:27:20
Duration: 00'30"

CELIA
Uncle tells me Mr. Casaubon has been asked to dine again. I hope there is someone else there; then I shan't have to hear him eating his soup.
DOROTHEA
What's so remarkable about his soup eating?
CELIA
Really, Dodo. Can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon?
DOROTHEA
Celia, please don't make any more observations of that kind.
CELIA
Why not? They are quite true.
DOROTHEA
Many things are true which only the commonest minds observe.
CELIA
Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. I wish Mr. Casaubon's mother had a commoner mind, she might have taught him better.

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DOROTHEA
Celia! Please!

CELIA looks at her, startled.

DOROTHEA [quieter]
It is right to tell you, Celia, that I am engaged to marry Mr. Casaubon.

"Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before. It is a few moments before she can reply".

CELIA [on a suppressed sob]
Oh, Dodo, I hope you will be happy!
[muffled]
I beg your pardon if I said anything to hurt you.
DOROTHEA [going to hug CELIA]
Oh, never mind, Kitty, don't grieve - we should never admire the same people.

Her own eyes are full of joyful certainty.

Music begins: a sort of determined steady throb which continues over:


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1/46. EXT. FRESHITT. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY. A bigger place than Tipton, and smarter kept, as befits a progressive landlord like CHETTAM.

CHETTAM gallops up the slope in a furious temper, dismounts, hands the rein to another stoical GROOM and strides into the house.


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1/47. INT. FRESHITT. DRAWING ROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

CHETTAM, MRS. CADWALLADER and LADY CHETTAM, who is in very good health, on the pink and plump side, and takes life fairly placidly. I think she might have a little Maltese gentleman on her lap.

CHETTAM is on his feet and in a very agitated state.

CHETTAM
Engaged! To Casaubon! Good God, it's horrible!
LADY CHETTAM
It's very vexing, James.
CHETTAM
You've seen the man, Mother. What business has a shrivelled old bachelor like that to marry a young girl? He has one foot in the grave!link to note
MRS. CADWALLADER
He means to take it out again, I suppose. Apparently she says he has a great soul - a great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!link to note
LADY CHETTAM
It does seem most unfair.
CHETTAM
Unfair! Brooke ought not to allow it. He should insist at least on its being put off until she comes of age!
MRS. CADWALLADER [across him]
Whoever heard Brooke insist on anything except not spending his money?

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CHETTAM
It is horrible, Mrs. Cadwallader ... it is. don't think of myself - not entirely - I think of her.

As often, he is lost for the mot juste.

MRS. CADWALLADER
Well, I throw her over: there was a chance, if she'd married you, of her becoming a sane sensible woman. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt.link to note

CHETTAM makes some sort of inarticulate sound of rage and sorrow.

MRS. CADWALLADER
Very perverse in her, very perverse indeed. However, Chettam if I were a man, I think I should prefer Celia ... link to note
CHETTAM
Celia.

He's not amazed. He's just never thought of her that way before.

MRS. CADWALLADER
I think you'll find she admires you as much as a man expects to be admired.
LADY CHETTAM
She is a sweet girl, very fond of geraniums, more docile than her sister, though perhaps not quite so fine a figure. I think I should prefer Celia if I were a man.

CHETTAM's face. Good Lord, I think they're right, he thinks.link to note


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Incidental Music
Music Cue - 1M4
T/C In: 10:50:21

1/56. EXT. LOWICK. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

A grey but dry November morning.

BROOKE's carriage approaching CASAUBON's house.

They pass the church and the graveyard. Yew trees, leaden skies, and the house looms forbiddingly.

Inside the coach, BROOKE, gazing about, taking a mild interest in everything, DOROTHEA glowing with excitement at seeing her learned lover again, and CELIA, who takes a peep out at the gloomy greenish facade.

CELIA
Oh, dear.

At the front entrance, CASAUBON is waiting to greet them. He comes out to meet them.

BROOKE [ad lib]
After you my dear. Here we are then ...
CASAUBON
Welcome to Lowick.

They all go in.


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1/57. INT. LOWICK. HALL. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

DOROTHEA, starry-eyed, finding everything just right, BROOKE tolerant, CELIA thinking what a frosty old dump it is as CASAUBON escorts them along the hall, dimly lit, with a few dark portraits.

BROOKE
It's a good old house, you know, decent proportions, I went into all that once Palladio and so forth ... all a bit dark and bare at present. Bachelor's house, of course, bachelor's house.

T/C Out: 10:51:39
Duration: 01'37"

He's pottering in the hall, examining the portraits.

CELIA wrinkling her nose, sniffing the damp walls.

So it's just DOROTHEA and CASAUBON going into his library.


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1/58. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

Three whole walls full of books. The light is dim.

DOROTHEA feels like a novitiate entering a great abbey for the first time.

DOROTHEA reaches out a finger and touches the frayed leather binding. She is awed and thrilled. Turns tremulously to CASAUBON.

He smiles. Pleased with the effect his books have on her.

CASAUBON
This is my library. As you may well imagine, a great deal of my time is spent in here. And these are my notebooks. For my own work. The Key to All Mythologies.

She opens one of the books, looks at the sacred handwriting, turns to him again, enraptured.

DOROTHEA
I think I should begin to learn Latin and Greek, Edward. I could read them aloud to you, as Milton's daughters did to their father?
CASAUBON [smiling]
If I remember rightly, the young ladies you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground of rebellion against the poet.

DOROTHEA smiles but seems intent on an answer.

DOROTHEA
I hope you don't expect me to be rebellious, Edward.

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CASAUBON
Latin and Greek. I fear it might be rather wearisome for you. Certainly it would be a great advantage if you could learn to copy out the Greek characters, and to that end, yes, it might be very well to begin with a little reading.

CASAUBON then reels off a sentence of Classical Greek.

CASAUBON
Education is a possession which none can take away. DOROTHEA's very happy.

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Music Cue - 1M5
T/C In: 53:41

1/59. INT. LOWICK. STAIRS AND LANDING. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

CASAUBON and DOROTHEA come out of the library, where BROOKE and CELIA are waiting.

BROOKElink to note
It would only take a little, you know, very little. Lighter colours, perhaps ... what do you think of duck's egg blue?
DOROTHEA
Everything is just as I would wish it.
CASAUBON
I am delighted, my dear Dorothea. Now, favour me with an opinion of the room which I have set aside as your boudoir.

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1M5 continues

1/60. INT. LOWICK BOUDOIR. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

CASAUBON opens the door to a bow-windowed room, all faded blue inside. Some smaller, lighter, more delicate portraits. Two young women, one pretty, one not. The less pretty one has a bit of a Casaubon look.

BROOKE
Ah yes, well this could make a pretty room with some kind of new hangings, a sofa or two, that sort of thing. It's rather bare now ...
DOROTHEA
Uncle, you mustn't speak of altering anything.
[to CASAUBON ]
Was this your mother's room, Edward?
CASAUBON
Indeed it was. And this ...
DOROTHEA
... is your mother. And who is this?
CASAUBON
Her elder sister.
CELIA
The sister is pretty.
DOROTHEA
It is an interesting face. You never mentioned her to me, Edward.
CASAUBON [forbiddingly]
No. My aunt made ... an unfortunate marriage. I never saw her ... shall we walk in the garden?

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1/61. EXT. LOWICK. GROUNDS. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

CASAUBON, DOROTHEA, CELIA and BROOKE wandering rather aimlessly through the grounds, a bit like The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie.

They are heading for a big old yew-tree, and there, on a seat, is a young man with long brown curly hair, sketching it. A bit of a hippy, a bit of a Romantic poet. LADISLAW.

T/C Out: 10:54:59
Duration: 01'18"

BROOKE
Who's that youngster sketching over there, Casaubon?
CASAUBON
That is a young relative of mine - the grandson, in fact, of the lady whose portrait you noticed, my Aunt Julia.

LADISLAW has risen now, and is looking with keen interest at DOROTHEA.

BROOKE
You're an artist, I see?

He picks up the sketchbook and turns it over in his unceremonious fashion, rather to LADISLAW's annoyance.

LADISLAW
No, I only sketch a little. There's nothing fit to be seen there.
BROOKE
Oh, come now.

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CASAUBON
Allow me to introduce my cousin, Mr. Ladislaw. Will, this is Miss Dorothea Brooke, Miss Celia Brooke.
DOROTHEA
How do you do, Mr. Ladislaw?
LADISLAW [there's something almost mocking there]
How do you do, Miss Brooke.
CASAUBON
Mr. Brooke.
BROOKE
This is a nice bit, is it not?

He shows it to the others.

BROOKE
I did a little myself in this way at one time, did you know that?

LADISLAW is looking very intently at DOROTHEA and she is uncomfortably aware of it.

BROOKE [to DOROTHEA]
Oh now, look: this, this is what I call a nice little thing, done with what we used to call brio, eh?
DOROTHEA
I am no judge of these things, Uncle. am never able to see the beauty of pictures that are much praised. They're a language I don't understand.
BROOKE
Well, now, there we are.
[handing it back to LADISLAW]
You will come to my house, I hope, one day, and I'll show you what I've done in this line.

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LADISLAW [bit of an ironic smile]
Thank you.
CASAUBON [after a pause]
Well, shall we walk on?

LADISLAW's view of the group as they walk away from him.

He smiles. Old CASAUBON with a girl like that. She must be barmy.


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1/62. EXT. LOWICK. GROUNDS. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY. LATER.

Now we're with BROOKE and CASAUBON and DOROTHEA; CELIA has wandered away a bit.

CASAUBON looks grim, as if encountering Ladislaw has put him out a bit.

BROOKE
What's that young man going to do with himself, Casaubon? Is he going to be a painter? Or a poet? He has the look of a poet. Shelley had that look, you know, about the eyes.
CASAUBON
The answer to your question, sir, is painfully doubtful. My young cousin is many things, but nothing in particular. To put it more charitably, he has not yet found his vocation. His present purpose is to travel abroad - to what end I do not know. Culture, he says. Well, I have agreed to support him for a year or so: he asks no more. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom.

Catch CELIA's reaction as she overhears this. Hark at her, she's thinking. She was never very patient with me.


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1/63. EXT. TIPTON. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

The house is ablaze with lights, it's a big do, lots of carriages drawing up at the front door.link to note

We are with the CHETTAM and LADY CHETTAM as they go in. Looking slightly askance at some of the other guests going in.


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1/64. INT. TIPTON. DRAWING ROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

MRS. CADWALLADER, CHETTAM, LADY CHETTAM, BULSTRODE, LYDGATE, VINCY, DOROTHEA, CASAUBON, BROOKE, CELIA, STANDISH and CHICHELY.

We are dipping into conversations as people come into the dining room.link to note

MRS. CADWALLADER sees the CHETTAMs and moves over to them.link to note

MRS. CADWALLADER
Arabella, my dear. Brooke has invited half the town as well as the county! What a to-do! He was never one to spend his money like this. That's Bulstrode the banker, the new young sawbones Lydgate ...link to note
LADY CHETTAM
One hears very well of him.
MRS. CADWALLADER
He is a gentleman. He talks well. But I can remember when medical men knew their place and kept it. With the servants. Hicks, for example.
LADY CHETTAM
He was coarse and butcher-like, but he understood my constitution.
MRS. CADWALLADER
But this is too much - Brooke is asking us to sit down with tradespeople! Middlemarch bagmen! There's Vincy the ribbon manufacturer. Well, I'm quite happy to peruse his pattern book, but I don't want to eat my dinner with the fellow or his awful wife!

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CHETTAM
It'll be some whim of Brooke's, he means well enough.
MRS. CADWALLADER
I'll tell you what he means, he means to go into politics and stand for Parliament! And as a Liberal as like as not. That's what all this is got up in aid of, toadying to the hoi polloi!

She glares around combatively.

DOROTHEA, who looks ravishing, is with CASAUBON who is as usual not very animated, but they have to greet a lot of people with BROOKE doing the honours. We are looking at them from quite a distance.

MR. STANDISH, an elderly hawk-nosed lawyer, upperclass variety, thinks DOROTHEA looks ravishing too.


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1/65. INT. TIPTON. DINING ROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT. LATER.

MRS. CADWALLADER, CHETTAM, LADY CHETTAM, BULSTRODE, LYDGATE, VINCY, DOROTHEA, CASAUBON, BROOKE, CELIA, and CHICHELY.

Now they are all at the table and dessert is being served as BROOKE gets to his feet.

BROOKE
Friends! A few brief words on this happy occasion. We are met together to celebrate the betrothal of my dear niece Dorothea to my good and learned friend the Reverend Edward Casaubon, and to share their happiness. Marriage, you know, is a joining, a union, a sort of closing up, d'you see, and yet in another sense it is a reaching out, an exploration, if you will, and so forth. Progress, now. That is going to happen whether we like it or not and that is why I am for it. That's why I'm happy to welcome progressive men here, men who have the well-being of their fellow-men at heart, and women, too, of course. Here's Mr. Bulstrode of the bank, you're very welcome to my table, sir, and Mayor Vincy who ... excellent, yes. And Doctor Lydgate, who studied in Paris and so forth, all the new ideas for the new hospital. Progress, d'you see, progress and reform. But in a spirit of temperance and moderation. Let it never be said that Brooke was not for progress and reform. Excellent. Yes.

He sits down.

People look at each other and think what the hell was that? Are we supposed to clap or what?

But suddenly he's up again.


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BROOKE
Oh, I quite forgot. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the toast: the happy couple!

Everybody rises and drinks to DOROTHEA and CASAUBON.

EVERYBODY
The happy couple!

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1/66. EXT. TIPTON. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

BROOKE, CELIA, and of course DOROTHEA seeing CASAUBON off, the morning after the party.

Start on the steps, perhaps, then if CASAUBON's carriage is a few yards away, DOROTHEA can walk down with him and have her little scene with him in sight of BROOKE and CELIA but not in earshot.

CASAUBON
My thanks once again, sir. A most delightful occasion in every way.
BROOKE
Well, you know, Casaubon, I'm very fond of my nieces - fonder than I can say - I've tried to do my best for the girls since their poor father and mother died, as far as a bachelor can. D'you know, I don't think anything means more to me than that they should be happy.

I think it would be rather sweet if he said it as one making an unusual discovery. The girls get very frustrated with him most of the time, so I don't think it would be too sentimental if for a moment we see genuine affection here - CELIA smiling and DOROTHEA touched almost to tears. It's easy to forget that they are very young to have lost both parents.

DOROTHEA smiles radiantly. We might possibly just see a trace of anxiety in CASAUBON's eyes. He's mostly thought of the relationship the other way around.

BROOKE
I hear you intend to extend your wedding journey as far as Rome.

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CASAUBON
I think the weather will be mild enough. And, of course, there are some manuscripts in the Vatican that will be invaluable for my research.
DOROTHEA
And I long to see all the antiquities in Rome.
CELIA
And "Edward" will be able to tell you about every single one, I'm sure.

Would she call him Edward? She's not being horrible, she's amusing herself, as she often does.

CASAUBON
I shall not detain you longer. We shall meet again very soon.

As he and DOROTHEA go down to the carriage:

CASAUBON
I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. You will have many lonely hours, Dorothea - I shall feel constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome, and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion.

She's very hurt, all of a sudden.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 1M6
T/C In: 11:01:16

DOROTHEA
More at liberty?
CASAUBON [not noticing]
Well yes: if you had a lady as your companion, I could put you both under the care of a cicerone ...

(Rather nice if he pronounced it laboriously in a poor Italian accent - though I expect people anglicised words like that. Concise Oxford gives both as correct now).


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1M6 continues

CASAUBON
... and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time.

He might be getting into the carriage by now.

DOROTHEA
You must have misunderstood me very much Edward if you think I should not value your time! I beg you will not refer to this again.

He turns, perhaps caught in some ungainly carriage mounting pose. He doesn't know what he's done to upset her. He thought he was thinking of her needs, as Brooke hinted he should. Now what's the matter with her? He feels scared and upset himself.

She sees it, and is flooded with tenderness. Puts her hand on his.

DOROTHEA
Please don't be anxious about me.
CASAUBON [settled now]
Very well, my dear. As you wish.

And off be goes, and DOROTHEA watches him dwindle down the long drive with something less than unadulterated bliss.


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1/48. EXT. OLD INFIRMARY. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

Establisher.

And maybe start to hear Delirious Dan before we cut to:

T/C Out: 11:01:58
Duration: 00'42"


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1/49. INT. OLD INFIRMARY. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE with MR. TEGG, a delirious male patient.

MRS. TEGG watches anxiously. MR. TEGG is tossing and muttering.

MR. TEGG
The shuttle's broke ... I can't hold it ... I can't be expected.

LYDGATE straightens and speaks to MRS. TEGG.

LYDGATE
Continue to tepid sponge him like this. [Lydgate shows Mrs. Tegg how to sponge him.]
MR. TEGG
There, gone again ...
LYDGATE
He's holding his own.
MRS. TEGG
Is it the cholera, sir?
LYDGATE
No, it's an acute fever, but it isn't cholera, I can assure you of that. Your children are all well?
MRS. TEGG
Yes, sir. Thank you sir.
MR. TEGG
Do you see, it's broke again.

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LYDGATE
I wish we could make him more comfortable - the new hospital will be open soon, and then we'll be able to treat fevers of all kinds better than anywhere else in the country. But your man will be himself again long before then. That's my opinion.
MRS. TEGG
Thank you, sir.

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1/67. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE walking briskly along, turning heads as usual. He goes into the bank.


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1/68. INT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

BULSTRODE looks up as LYDGATE comes in.

BULSTRODE
Good morning, Doctor.
LYDGATE
You asked to see me.
BULSTRODE
Ah. Yes. Yes, I did. I was wondering whether you had come to a conclusion as to the chaplaincy of the new hospital.
LYDGATE
Is that all?
BULSTRODE
Dr. Lydgate. It is a matter of supreme importance to me that the spiritual care of the patients be entrusted to a man worthy of the charge. Do you intend to support me and vote for Mr. Tyke?
LYDGATE
I don't know Mr. Tyke. I'm sure he's a very worthy man if you say so. But so is Farebrother, and he's done his duties unpaid for long enough. Look, I'm a medical man, Mr. Bulstrode. I have no opinion on these matters.

He's annoyed at being called away from his work for this trivial matter.

BULSTRODE
Then I earnestly advise you to form one, Doctor. A great deal may depend on it.

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Piano Piece
Six Ecossaises
by Beethoven
T/C In: 11:03:52

NEW SCENE; EXT. VINCY HOUSE. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT.

Establisher.


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1/69. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT.

VINCY, CHICHELY, and STANDISH, are up at this end of the room.

At the far end, ROSAMOND is talking to her mother, while nearer the middle FAREBROTHER is playing whist with FRED, MRS PLYMDALE and her son NED.

We can see LYDGATE doing his courteous listening bit, on the fringes of CHICHELY, STANDISH and VINCY.

MRS. VINCY walks from ROSAMOND to LYDGATE.

ROSAMOND keeps her eye on LYDGATE all the time - just now she'll be anxious that he finds her mother vulgar and boring.

MRS. VINCY
Allow me.
[she gets him some punch]
I dare say you're used to far grander parties than this Dr. Lydgate, but we like to believe our little gatherings are just as jolly.

CHICHELY, STANDISH and VINCY are in an animated discussion nearby.

CHICHELY
Tyke? Oh no, not for me, sir. His sermons are nothing but evangelical doctrine, eh Lydgate. You get none of that cant from Farebrother. He'll sit down to a game of whist with anyone.
STANDISH
And take all your money if you're not quick-sharp.

He and CHICHELY have a little knowing laugh.

T/C Out: 11:04:29
Duration: 00'37"


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CHICHELY
Which way will you vote, Mr. Vincy?
VINCY
Not on the board any more, Chichely, and glad of it, whichever way I cast my vote I'd be offending someone. What do you think, Dr. Lydgate?
LYDGATE
I know very little of the case. But I don't think these appointments should be made on the basis of personal liking. If you want to get real reform, sometimes the only way is to pension off all those good fellows everybody's so fond of.
CHICHELY
Hang your reforms! There's no greater humbug in the world. What's wrong with good fellows? There's not enough of them about, I'd say.

A spurt of clapping and laughing comes from the whist table where FAREBROTHER is looking triumphant.

MRS. PLYMDALE
Oh no, Mr. Farebrother, you've done it again!
CHICHELY
Will you look at that, Farebrother's won again!
NED PLYMDALE
Indeed he has - every time.

LYDGATE looks over to FAREBROTHER, who gets up from the whist table to join him.

MRS. PLYMDALE [ad lib]
How much do I owe you, Fred?
FRED
Five pennies please, Mrs. Plymdale.

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MRS. PLYMDALE
You'll have me in the workhouse, you know that, don't you?
FAREBROTHER
Lydgate! I'd thought you might be avoiding me - having decided to vote against me.
LYDGATE
I haven't yet decided on my vote. In any case I should never cut you. I sometimes feel I shall starve in this town for want of intelligent conversation.
FAREBROTHER [leading him to the whist table]
Still, first things first. Here's the serious business of the evening - come and sit down to a game of whist, man.
MRS. PLYMDALE
Oh, Dr. Lydgate, please do!
LYDGATE [uncomfortable]
Thank you, no.

Piano Piece
Six Ecossaises
by Beethoven
T/C In: 11:05:46

FAREBROTHER
No? Ah, you're not the serious man I took you for, you're too young and light for this sort of thing.
[he sits down at the table ]
Now. What's trumps?

LYDGATE walks into the adjoining room, where ROSAMOND and the others are listening to the pianist.

ROSAMOND
Dr. Lydgate.
LYDGATE
Miss Vincy.

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Six Ecossaises continues

ROSAMOND
I fear you must find us awfully dull in Middlemarch. When I think of how we must seem, when looked at through your eyes, I think we must seem very stupid. You have lived in Paris: I have only been once to London. Just a raw country girl, you see.
LYDGATE
You call yourself a raw country girl?

He's been pretty laid back so far: now he has been surprised into expressing his admiration.

ROSAMOND
Oh well, I pass at Middlemarch. But I am really afraid of you.
LYDGATE
Well, I've made up my mind to take Middlemarch as it comes; I'm sure you have nothing to fear. I have certainly found some charms in Middlemarch which are much greater than I had expected to find.
ROSAMOND
You mean the rides towards Tipton and Lowick: everyone is pleased with those.
LYDGATE
No: I mean something much nearer to me, Miss Vincy.

She raises her eyes to his and smiles.

FAREBROTHER has just won another game.

MRS. PLYMDALE
Oh, Mr. Farebrother - I do not believe what you have done. You plunderer, you thief, you've ruined me, you have.

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1/71. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT.

LYDGATE thinks about the evening, as he walks home.

T/C Out: 11:07:01
Duration: 01'15"

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 1M7
T/C In: 11:07:02


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1M7 continues

1/72. INT. LYDGATE'S LODGINGS. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT.

Quite bare, I think, but a lot of big books, and a microscope.

LYDGATE in shirtsleeves, getting down to work with evident pleasure.

He might be carefully cutting a specimen with a scalpel and putting it on a glass plate and looking at it through the microscope.

BULSTRODE [VO]
Farebrother is man deeply painful to contemplate ...
FAREBROTHER [VO]
... You're my friend, I hope.
BULSTRODE [VO]
... He lacks spirituality, he brings his calling into disrepute ... a great deal may depend on it ...

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1/75. EXT. ROME. ROOFTOPS OVER FORUM. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

A panorama of Rome taken from the rooftops overlooking the Forum.

T/C Out: 11:07:42
Duration: 00'40"


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1/76. EXT. ROME. APARTMENT AND SQUARE. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

Bells, lots of them, the distant ones discordant, as CASAUBON and DOROTHEA exit their apartment.

DOROTHEA goes to talk to her maid. CASAUBON consults his notebook.

They cross the square.

CASAUBON in his big hat and huge black coat looks more like death than ever. He's doing his duty as a husband, escorting his wife, looking straight ahead, as one setting out on a testing hike. DOROTHEA eager to drink in all the sights and sounds, but perhaps already worried about whether he's happy.

We are close in on them nearly all the time - but this is the square in which their apartment is, we'll see it again. And they do attract curious glances wherever they go, the strange English couple.

Ad lib from DOROTHEA in Italian to a stall holder.

DOROTHEA
Are you sure you have time, Edward?
CASAUBON
My dear, I am deeply mindful that my studies have caused me to neglect you these past few weeks. I have set aside today for your diversion.

A group of ragged kids run up to them asking for money.

CASAUBON
Not today. Not today.

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1/77. EXT. ROME. A NARROW ALLEY. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

Very narrow and rather noxious alley, as DOROTHEA and CASAUBON come down it rather unsurely. CASAUBON stoically suffering, hating every moment of it. The CHILDREN are still following. A WOMAN shoos them away. HORRIBLE LEWD MEN are hissing at DOROTHEA from doorways.

HORRIBLE LEWD MEN
Hai. Hai. Signorina. Bella ragazza bella gamba. Sss. Sss.

DOROTHEA bravely goes on, ignoring them.


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1/78. EXT. ROME. RUINS NEAR FORUM. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA points at a Roman archway.

CASAUBON rallies at this: it's something he can take credit for.

CASAUBON
This site is regarded by many as one of the finest the continent has to offer. Indeed, I believe Rome is one among several cities to which an extreme hyperbole has been applied: "See Rome and die". In your case I would propose an emendation, and say: "See Rome as a bride, and live thenceforth as a happy wife."

DOROTHEA is touched by his clumsy gallantry, she thinks "how sweet", and impulsively take hold of his arm. He is a little embarrassed. They walk off towards the ruins.


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1/79. EXT. ROME STEPS. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA and CASAUBON have come out of a beautiful church: she is very animated. He is plodding stoically by her side, consulting his notebook.

CASAUBON
I thought now you might like to visit the Palazzo Doria Pamphili.
DOROTHEA
Would you like to see it, Edward?
CASAUBON
It is highly esteemed by the cognoscenti.
DOROTHEA
Yes, but do you care about it?
CASAUBON
I am ready to go if you wish it.

He offers his arm.

DOROTHEA
Are you not tired, Edward?
CASAUBON
As I have said, I have set aside today for your diversion. Fatigue is neither here nor there.
DOROTHEA
Edward, I wish you did not feel that I need diversions. Why, I love to visit the antiquities, of course, but only if you enjoy it too. I would be far happier if you would let me help you with your research for the book.

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CASAUBON
Most persons think it worth while to visit the Palazzo Doria Pamphili.

CASAUBON holds his arm out to DOROTHEA. They walk off down the steps.


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1/83. INT. ROME. MUSEUM GALLERY. JANUARY 1 830. DAY.

DOROTHEA and CASAUBON walk along the gallery of a museum.

They stop near a statue of the naked Apollo.

CASAUBON
The great family which created the collection reached its zenith in the Seventeenth Century, when one of the sons was elected to the chair of St. Peter as Innocent the Tenth. The God Apollo ... or Phoebus. I suspect of the Augustan period. The cult of Apollo is, of course, linked to that of Bacchus ... and inspired the appalling excesses of the Bachanalean rebels. Note how the male and female principles are combined ... the ancients believed that this combination served as an inspiration to the arts and music.

DOROTHEA looks bored and walks away from CASAUBON. Her interest is taken by a statue of Cupid and Venus.

DOROTHEA [OOV]
Look at this, Edward.
CASAUBON
A common theme in fourth century Athenian sculpture. Cupid and Venus. Almost certainly an inferior copy of a Greek original.

DOROTHEA notices that CASAUBON is not enjoying himself.

DOROTHEA
Perhaps we have seen enough for one day. Shall we go?

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CASAUBON
It occurs to me that we are very near the Capitoline Library. I wonder if you might allow me a half an hour to consult some documents there?

CASAUBON's eagerness to get away is most distressing.

DOROTHEA
Of course, why didn't you say so before?
CASAUBON
Well, there is much here of great interest for you. A half an hour then.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 1M8
T/C In: 11:07:02

CASAUBON goes off, leaving DOROTHEA to wander on in the gallery.

NAUMANN who noticed her talking to CASAUBON now pays her more attention. She turns the corner and he stands to get a better look.

DOROTHEA is framed in a window. NAUMANN gets LADISLAW.

NAUMANN
Come and look at this woman. Quick!

LADISLAW joins NAUMANN at the doorway. DOROTHEA has wandered on to the next window. She watches CASAUBON cross the forecourt below. He is on his way to the library.

NAUMANN
Beautiful! I should like to paint her as the Madonna.
LADISLAW
Good God.
NAUMANN
But you know her?
LADISLAW
I do. She is married to my cousin.

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NAUMANN
She's married? But I saw her with some old Geistlicher. Who was he? The father? The uncle?
LADISLAW
That's the husband.

LADISLAW is clearly disturbed by seeing DOROTHEA again. And she has more effect on him this time. Her beautiful sad face. She starts to move away.

NAUMANN
Introduce her to me, Ladislaw. I must paint her.
LADISLAW
Confound you Naumann! I don't know what I shall do. I am not so brazen as you.

T/C Out: 11:13:21
Duration: 01'55"


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1/74. INT. HOSPITAL BOARDROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

The room is full of town worthies: WRENCH, POWDERELL, HAWLEY, and CHICHELY. An argument has developed before the meeting.

MR. HAWLEY, the town clerk, is a horsey looking man.

MR. HAWLEY
Well, I go for Farebrother. Put forty pounds in his pockets and you'll do no harm. He's a good fellow, without too much of the parson about him!
POWDERELL
Ho, indeed, Mr. Hawley, for he spends half his days in the Green Dragon Inn playing billiards for money. Mr. Tyke, now, is a real gospel preacher, and I should vote against my conscience if I voted against Mr. Tyke.
MR. HAWLEY
Vote against Bulstrode, I suppose you mean sir, it's all the same to you I dare say.
POWDERELL [offended]
I beg your pardon, sir!

BROOKE enters the room in a jovial mood.

BROOKE
Good afternoon to you! Am I the last?
WRENCH
No, no, Mr. Brooke, our chairman Mr. Bulstrode hasn't arrived yet.

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CHICHELY [snide]
Nor his protege the uniquely talented Dr. Lydgate.
HAWLEY
I say it's damnable that one man should have this town in his pocket, just because half the town owes him money!

BULSTRODE comes in and takes his place in the chair. He must have heard the last remark but he ignores it.

BROOKE [OOV]
Ah, here we are.
BULSTRODE [softly]
Good day, gentlemen.
ALL
Good day to you.
BULSTRODE
Oh, I see we are not all yet assembled. Nevertheless, we meet today, gentlemen, as Directors of the Board of the hospital, to appoint a chaplain. The issue is between Mr. Farebrother and Mr. Tyke. I believe the qualities of each candidate are well enough known to us all by this time, but if anyone wishes to speak ... ?
BROOKE
Ah yes, well, Farebrother and Tyke now, both excellent men in their way, you know, and a chaplain with a salary, I am convinced by my friends that Mr. Tyke is everything he should be.
WRENCH
How's that?
BULSTRODE
Apostolic and so forth, you know, so I am sure we are all very happy to come here and vote for him.

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HAWLEY
Seems to me you've been crammed, Mr. Brooke, sir!
BROOKE
What?
HAWLEY
What about Farebrother? He has been doing the work without pay, and if pay is to be given it should be given to him. I call it a confounded job to take the thing away from him.
BROOKE
Yes, well, Farebrother, yes ...
BULSTRODE
Excuse me, Mr. Hawley, Mr. Brooke has been fully informed of Mr. Farebrother's character.
HAWLEY
Yes, by his enemies!
POWDERELL
I take it there is no personal hostility concerned here!
HAWLEY
I'll swear there damn well is, though!
BULSTRODE [softly]
Gentlemen. Perhaps we should put the matter to the vote now. If you would write the name of your chosen candidate on the slip provided, gentlemen?

They do that, fold the papers, and put them into a glass tumbler which is circulating.


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l/74a. INT. OLD INFIRMARY. [CLOISTERS/STAIRS TO BOARDROOM]. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE rushes up the stairs to the boardroom.


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1/74. INT. HOSPITAL BOARDROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY.

LYDGATE comes in as BULSTRODE is counting the votes.

BROOKE
Ah, here's our man!
LYDGATE
Apologies, gentlemen.
BULSTRODE
Well, gentlemen, I perceive that the votes are equally divided at present. Dr. Lydgate: would you write down your vote, please?
HAWLEY [rising]
Well, that's settled it. Damned scandalous business.

In fact, LYDGATE has hesitated. He is still in two minds about which way to vote. And he's angry about being put in this position. And he's angry with Hawley's imputation.

LYDGATE
You seem to speak with some peculiar meaning, sir.
HAWLEY
I expect you to vote with Mr. Bulstrode, that's all, sir. Do you regard that as offensive, sir?
LYDGATE
It may be offensive to others. But I shall not desist from voting with him on that account.

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He scribbles "Tyke" on the paper and hands it to BULSTRODE.

BULSTRODE [softly]
Gentlemen: Mr. Tyke is hereby elected to the post of chaplain. Thank you all very much.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 1M9
T/C In: 11:17:47

LYDGATE's face, as the muttering and oohing and ahing start. He's furious - and now he's not at all sure that he's voted the right way, even. Somehow, he's been mugged.

T/C Out: 11:18:13
Duration: 00'26"

[Cut to black and credit roller at 11: 18: 12]


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[Credits roller - white on black background - appears at 11:18:15]

Closing Title Music
T/C In: 11:18:15

END TITLES

CAST

in order of appearance

Dr Tertius Lydgate DOUGLAS HODGE

Inn Keeper TIMOTHY KIGHTLEY

Dorothea Brooke JULIET AUBREY

Celia Brooke CAROLINE HARKER

Arthur Brooke ROBERT HARDY

Roach ALAN CARR

Rev Camden Farebrother SIMON CHANDLER

Nicholas Bulstrode PETER JEFFREY

Mr Standish RONALD HINES

Mr Hawley COLUM CONVEY

Rev Edward Casaubon PATRICK MALAHIDE

Sir James Chettam JULIAN WADHAM

Hiram Ford ROY HOLDER

Mrs Dollop PAM FERRIS

Fred Vincy JONATHAN FIRTH

Mr Bambridge FRED PEARSON


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Mrs Vincy JACQUELINE TONG

Rosamond Vincy TREVYN McDOWELL

Pritchard CHERYL FERGISON

Mary Garth RACHEL POWER

Peter Featherstone MICHAEL HORDERN

Solomon Featherstone TONY ROHR

Jane Waule FREDA DOWIE

Mrs Barnacle EILEEN DAVIES

Mrs Kell FANNY CARBY

Mayor Vincy STEPHEN MOORE

Lady Chettam MARY HANEFEY

Mrs Cadwallader ELIZABETH SPRIGGS

Will Ladislaw RUFUS SEWELL

Mrs Bulstrode ROSEMARY MARTIN

Fever Patient MATIHEW SIM

Patient's Wife DARYL WEBSTER

Mr Chichely DAVID BELCHER

Mrs Plymdale PATTI LOVE

Ned Plymdale IAN DRIVER


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Naumann JONATHAN COY

Mr Powderell RICHARD BUTLER

Dr Wrench JAMES GARBUTT

[Crew credits start at 11:18:55]

Production Manager JULIE EDWARDS

First Assistant Director ROB EVANS

Location Managers SAM BRECKMAN JEFF GOLDING

Script Supervisor JANE GRIFFITHS

Assistant Floor Managers CLARE SOLLY KATY BRIERS

Second Assistant Director TANIA NORMAND

Third Assistant Director ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD

Production Coordinator UNA SAPLAMIDES

Production Secretary LUCY HOARE

Programme Budget Assistants IAN BOALER SALLY MARK

Make-up Assistants JUDITH GILL-DOUGHERTY PHILLIPPA HALL JANE BURSTOW

Costume Design Assistants THERESA HUGHES SALLY PLUM

Title Sequence LINDA SHERWOOD-PAGE


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Special Effects Designer STUART BRISDON

Boom Operator TIM BOISSAUD-COOKE

Focus Puller IAN JACKSON

Clapper/Loader JULIAN BUCKNALL

Grip ROY RUSSELL

Best Boy TERRY MONTAGUE

Gaffer ALAN MUHLEY

Production Operative Supervisor VIC YOUNG

Construction Manager BARRY MOLL

Set Dresser MARJ PRATT

Art Directors JOHN COLLINS MARK KEBBY

Production Buyer SARA RICHARDSON

Horses and Carriages supplied by REG DENT & SONS

Dialect Coach JOAN WASHINGTON

Casting GAIL STEVENS

Additional Casting CHRISSIE McMURRICH

Post Production Associate CAROLE BISSET

Dubbing Editors CATHERINE HODGSON NICOLE A. COLEMAN EDWARD BAZALGETTE MATTHEW DENNIS


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Dubbing Mixer PAUL HAMBLIN

Sound Recordist DICK BOULTER

[Heads of Dept credits start at 11:19:22]

Associate Producer ALISON GEE

Music Composed by STANLEY MYERS

Make-up Designer DEANNE TURNER

Costume Designer ANUSHIA NIERADZIK

Film Editor PAUL TOTHILL

Script Editor SUSIE CHAPMAN

Production Designer GERRY SCOTT

Photographed by BRIAN TUFANO BSC.

A BBC-TV Production in association with WGBH/Boston

Executive Producer for WGBH REBECCA EATON

Executive Producer for BBC MICHAEL WEARING

[Roller ends with above credit]

[Final credit cuts up at 11:19:44]

"Middlemarch"

T/C Out: 11:19:45
Dur: 1'30"

BBC

[c] BBC MCMXCIV

[Final credit left on screen for 7" after music finishes for Presentation to fade out. Cut to black at 11:19:52]

[END OF EPISODE ONE]


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POST-PRODUCTION SCRIPT [...] UK VERSION Programme Number: 50/LDL R332L/01X [...] BBC TELEVISION Tape No: DR017300 Programme Dur: 58'08"

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 2

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PRODUCER ... LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producers ... ALISON GEE
... CAROLE BISSET
Script Editor ... SUSIE CHAPMAN

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ... SAM DRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
PA/Script Supervisor ... JANE GRIFFITHS
Co-ordinator ... UNA SAPLAMIDES
Assistant Floor Managers ... CLARE SOLLY
... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ... ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD
Production Secretary ... LUCY HOARE

Lighting Cameraman ... BRIAN TUFANO
Sound Recordist ... DICK BOULTER
Film Editor ... JERRY LEON
Film Editor ... PAUL TOTHILL

Production Designer ... GERRY SCOTT
Costume Designer ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Make-up Designer ... DEANNE TURNER
Special Effects Designer ... STUART BRISDON
Casting ... GAIL STEVENS

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A BBC-TV PRODUCTION IN ASSOCIATION WITH WGBH/BOSTON

Filmed in Italy, Lincolnshire, Somerset - January to August 1993

FIRST TRANSMISSION DATE: WEDNESDAY 19 JANUARY - BBC-2 NARRATIVE REPEAT TRANSMISSION: MONDAY 24 JANUARY - BBC-1

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NB: Please note that programme does not start at T/C 03:00:00. Cut to black from VT Clock. Programme starts with recap at 02:59:06.

MIDDLEMARCH - RECAP

Comprised of 4 clips from Episode 1.

Clip 1. LYDGATE MEETING ROSAMOND AT STONE COURT FOR THE FIRST TIME

LYDGATE How do you do Mrs Vincy. I heard Miss Vincy was a musician. I confess I hadn't expected that she would be quite so talented.

FEATHERSTONE Best In Middlemarch, I'll be bound.

Clip 2. MARY AND FRED AT STONE COURT

FRED If you won't give me any encouragement I shall just get worse.

MARY I won't give you any encouragement. It would be a disgrace if I accepted a man who got into debt and wouldn't work.

Clip 3. CASAUBON AND DOROTHEA ON ROME STEPS

DOROTHEA I would love to visit the antiquities of course but only if you enjoy it too. I would be far happier if you would let me help you with your research for the book.

Clip 4. LADISLAW SEES DOROTHEA IN THE MUSEUM

LADISLAW I don't know what I should do. I'm not so brazen as ..you.

Fade to black at 02:59:41 - Opening cast credits with opening music fade up at 02:59:43.


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OPENING CAST CREDITS

[Opening cast credits appear white on a black background with a diagonal fade L to R.]

Opening Title Music
T/C In: 02:59:43

[Page 1]

JULIET AUBREY ROBERT HARDY DOUGLAS HODGE MICHAEL HORDERN

[Page 2]

PETER JEFFREY PATRICK MALAHIDE TREVYN McDOWELL RUFUS SEWELL

OPENING TITLE SEQUENCE

[Montage of clips from the programme mixed with specially designed graphics ends with:-]

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay by ANDREW DAVIES

Producer LOUIS MARKS

Directed by ANTHONY PAGE

T/C Out: 03:00:30
Dur: 47"

[Mix to Opening Scene - Rome establisher at 03:00:30]


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NEW SCENE EXT. ROME. JANUARY 1930. DUSK.

Rome establisher.


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[MOVED FROM EPISODE 1 TO EPISODE 2]

1/85. INT. ROME. CASAUBON APARTMENT. JANUARY 1830. NIGHT.

DOROTHEA preparing herself for bed. She brushes her hair in front of the mirror.


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[MOVED FROM EPISODE 1 TO EPISODE 2]

1/86. INT. ROME. CASAUBON BEDROOM. JANUARY 1830. NIGHT.

CASAUBON in bed, sleeping like a corpse.

DOROTHEA, awake, watching him sleep. She kisses him tentatively. He turns away from her.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M2
T/C In: 03:00:58

She slips out of bed and walks over to table on which lie Casaubon's notebooks.

She opens one of them and looks down at the crossings out.

Dorothea and Casaubon's voices are led in from the next scene.

DOROTHEA [VO]
Are you going to the Library again today, Edward?
CASAUBON [VO]
Yes.

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[MOVED FROM EPISODE 1 TO EPISODE 2]

1/87. INT. ROME. CASAUBON APARTMENT. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

Morning.

CASAUBON is rifling through one of his leather-bound notebooks, making notes.

DOROTHEA brings some notebooks to the table.

DOROTHEA
I hope when we get back to Lowick I can be more useful to you, and be able to enter a little more into what interests you.

T/C Out: 03:01:39
Dur: 41"

CASAUBON [absently]
Doubtless, my dear.

Then, more energetically, but entirely to himself:

CASAUBON
Carp is wilfully, irresponsibly mistaken on the Etruscan fish deities and the world shall know it ...
DOROTHEA
Isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of ....
CASAUBON
What?
DOROTHEA
All your notebooks. Isn't it time to make up your mind what part of them you will use, and begin to write your book, begin to make your vast knowledge useful to the world? I can do anything - write to your dictation, or copy and extract what you like - but surely, Edward it must be time to expose your great theory to the judgment of your fellow scholars!

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CASAUBON
My love: I think you may rely upon me to know the times and the seasons the different stages of a work which is not to be measured by the superficial judgment of ignorant onlookers.
DOROTHEA [tries to protest]
My judgment was a very superficial one .....
CASAUBON
Oh, it had been easy for me to gain a temporary effect, but it is ever the trial of the scrupulous explorer to be saluted by the impatient scorn of chatterers who attempt only the smallest achievement, being indeed equipped for no other.
DOROTHEA
My judgment was a superficial one Edward. What else could it be. You have shown me these notebooks. You have often spoken about them. You have often said they need to be condensed. But I have never heard you speak of the writing that is to be published. Those are very simple facts, my judgment went no further. I only begged you to let me be some good to you.

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2/2. EXT. ROME. SQUARE. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

On the far side of the square, LADISLAW ostensibly engaged in sketching, is keeping an eye on the CASAUBON door.

From LADISLAW's vantage point, we see CASAUBON come out of the apartment entrance and walk across the square.

LADISLAW stands up.


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2/4. INT. ROME. CASAUBON'S SITTING ROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA and LADISLAW.

DOROTHEA
If you had come a little earlier you would have seen him. He goes to read in the library of the Vatican every day.

Another pause.

LADISLAW
And stays there all day?
DOROTHEA
Usually, yes.
[pause]
Please sit down.

DOROTHEA sits. He can't help smiling.

DOROTHEA
Something amuses you?
LADISLAW
Yes. I was thinking of when we first met, at Lowick. The figure I cut, when you annihilated my poor sketch with your criticism.
DOROTHEA
Surely not. I know nothing of painting.
LADISLAW
Really? I suspected you of knowing so much that you knew just how to say what was most cutting.

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DOROTHEA
That was really my ignorance!

They are both smiling now.

DOROTHEA
And you have been sketching here, in Rome?
LADISLAW
Yes.
DOROTHEA
Then you do mean to make painting your profession? Oh, Mr. Casaubon will be so pleased that you have chosen a profession.
LADISLAW
On the contrary. I've quite made up my mind against it.
DOROTHEA
Oh ...
LADISLAW
I have no genius for painting. Things don't come easily to me. I never get them.
DOROTHEA [gently: she's not trying to be nasty]
I have heard Mr. Casaubon speak of your want of patience.
LADISLAW
Yes, I know Mr. Casaubon's opinion. He and I differ.
DOROTHEA [slightly miffed]
Certainly you differ. I hadn't thought of comparing you. Such power of devoted labour as Mr Casaubon's is not common.

LADISLAW is a bit miffed too, but disguises if, getting the boot in with a smile.


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LADISLAW
Quite, such a pity it should all be thrown away, so much English scholarship is, for want of knowing what's being done by the rest of the world.
DOROTHEA [startled and anxious]
What do you mean?
LADISLAW
I merely mean that the Germans have taken the lead in historical inquiries;
[LADISLAW]
they've solved most of the problems that have bedevilled English scholars for years.

LADISLAW just meant to put CASAUBON down in a casual sort of way: now he is taken aback by DOROTHEA's stricken response.

Being a bit of a hippy he doesn't understand how important these things are to Casaubon and DOROTHEA.

DOROTHEA
Are you quite sure about this?

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M3
T/C In: 03:05:44

LADISLAW [more "caringly"]
Well, I regret it. Especially, of course, because of my feelings of gratitude and respect towards my cousin.

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2M3 continued

2/5. INT. ROME. VATICAN LIBRARY. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

CASAUBON marooned in the library amongst piles of dusty old tomes, feverishly annotating.

He stops working. Whilst he looks around him at the number of books in the library and the other scholars studying:

DOROTHEA [VO]
All your notebooks, all your volumes ­ well, isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of? Isn't it time to make up your mind what part of them you will use and begin to write your book? Begin to make your vast knowledge useful to the world. I can do anything - write to your dictation or copy and extract what you like, but surely Edward, it must be time to expose your great theory to the judgement of your fellow scholars? Isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of? But surely Edward, it must be time to expose your great theory to the judgment of your fellow scholars.

He stares thoughtfully into space.


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2/8. INT. ROME. CASAUBON'S APARTMENT. [HALL /SITTING ROOM]. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA and CASAUBON in the hall. A maid is removing CASAUBON's coat.

CASAUBON
And you received him in my absence?
DOROTHEA
He came to pay his respects. To express his gratitude to you.

T/C Out: 03:07:20
Duration: 1'36"

CASAUBON
Doubtless.

DOROTHEA and CASAUBON walk into the sitting room.

DOROTHEA
Please don't be angry with me, Edward.

A pause. CASAUBON has had an awful day. He feels jealous and threatened by Ladislaw coming, but he hasn't the stomach for another row.

DOROTHEA
Mr. Ladislaw has invited us to see some of the studios of the religious painters here.
CASAUBON
And you wish to go, no doubt.
DOROTHEA
Only if you do.

They sit down.


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DOROTHEA
Please forgive me for speaking so hastily to you this morning. I was wrong. I fear I hurt you and made the day more burdensome to you.
CASAUBON
I am glad you feel that, my dear.
DOROTHEA
But you do forgive me?

Her eyes are full of tears.

CASAUBON
My dear Dorothea: who with repentance is not satisfied, is not of heaven nor earth. You are excited and I also am feeling the unpleasant consequences of too much mental disturbance. We shall speak no more of it.

His uneasy little smile, he's terrified of intimacy. She is clearly upset.


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2/1. EXT. NEW HOSPITAL. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

A ceremonial gathering of Middlemarch worthies.

MR. VINCY in full mayoral gear. MR. and MRS. BULSTRODE prominent. LYDGATE prominent, looking handsome and confident. LORD and LADY MEDLICOTE looking patrician and toffee nosed. BROOKE. MRS. VINCY and ROSAMOND. FAREBROTHER. TYKE, another clergyman. Plus HAWLEY, STANDISH, CHICHELY, and POWDERELL.

VINCY
My Lord; Lady Medlicote; fellow citizens; as mayor of Middlemarch I am pleased and honoured to welcome you here to the dedication of the new fever hospital built entirely by public and private subscription ­ and here I might mention the singular generosity of Mr. Nicholas Bulstrode ....

BULSTRODE inclines his head in humble acceptance of this recognition.

VINCY
The medical supervision of the new hospital is entrusted to the care of Dr. Lydgate, who has volunteered his services gratis in the furtherance of public health and the advance of medical science ...
BROOKE
Hear, hear, excellent, yes, good ...

A little spurt of clapping. All eyes on LYDGATE, who bears it well.

VINCY
The spiritual welfare of the patients is in the capable hands of the Reverend Mr. Tyke.

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TYKE gives a smug smile. FAREBROTHER gives a wry one. HAWLEY says in an audible undertone:

HAWLEY
Should have been Farebrother, it's a damn disgrace.
VINCY
These are stirring times my friends, change is in the air,
BROOKE [Interrupts - oov]
Here, here.
VINCY
And I for one am proud to see our town so far advanced in reforms as to make life better for us all.
BROOKE [Interrupts again - oov]
A better life for everyone. Well said.
VINCY
And now ...
BROOKE
Here, here. Yes, yes. Well said Vincy. Progress and reform, the advance of science, excellent. New ideas on ventilation and diet and so forth ... what?

MR POWDERELL attracts BROOKE's attention to what is happening on the stage - LADY MEDLICOTE was about to unveil the engraved foundation stone. MEDLICOTE glares. LYDGATE is amused.

BROOKE
Oh, I do beg your pardon Lady Medlicote?

LADY MEDLICOTE pulls the golden cord, and unveils the stone. Everyone claps.


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2/9. EXT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. BALCONY. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

NAUMANN is escorting CASAUBON and DOROTHEA along a balcony where we see various artists painting and sketching. DOROTHEA is spellbound. LADISLAW walks near her. CASAUBON looks a bit cold as he always does when he's unsure of himself, but NAUMANN has been well coached:

NAUMANN
You do me great honour in taking the time to view our work here Mr. Casaubon - oh, and Mrs Casaubon, of course.

NAUMANN does it just right, including DOROTHEA as an afterthought. CASAUBON's froideur melts.

CASAUBON [with a slight bow of the head]
This has been a most rewarding visit, Mr Naumann. It is interesting to see such a colony of artists at work.
NAUMANN
Yes, well, many of us live here permanently. Others, such as my friend Ladislaw, come to study for a short while only. Please.

NAUMANN then leads them through a door into his own studio.

NAUMANN is a successful painter. He is working on on more than one unfinished painting, and finished ones are hanging all over the place. Large scale stuff ... Romantic, symbolic, full of heroic-figures.

CASAUBON looks as if he's ready to leave, but NAUMANN seizes the moment.


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NAUMANN
Mr. Casaubon, forgive me, but I have been looking at you all morning. A sketch of your head would be invaluable. Let me show you.

NAUMANN pulls a canvas out and holds it up for DOROTHEA and CASAUBON to look at. LADISLAW lurks in the background.

NAUMANN
St. Thomas Aquinas.

He puts the canvas down.

NAUMANN
Perhaps it is asking too much.
CASAUBON
You astonish me greatly, sir, but if my poor physiognomy can be of help to you for good doctor, I should be honoured .... that is if the operation is not a lengthy one ­ and if Mrs Casaubon will not object to the delay?

CASAUBON is thrilled to bits, and so is DOROTHEA for him.

DOROTHEA
St Thomas Aquinas! What a happy thought!
NAUMANN
Allow me ... please ...

NAUMANN leads Casaubon to a chair.


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2/10. INT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

NAUMANN is sketching. CASAUBON is posing, in some suitably august pose.

DOROTHEA sits watching. LADISLAW stands behind her.

CASAUBON is flattered. He feels better than he has done for days.

NAUMANN
Well, come and look Ladislaw. I think it is perfect so far, hmm?.

NAUMANN shows LADISLAW that he is not actually sketching CASAUBON. He is sketching DOROTHEA!


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2/11. INT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. BALCONY. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

LADISLAW and DOROTHEA have moved onto to balcony.

DOROTHEA is showing him some cameos she has bought for her sister.

LADISLAW
The colour is fine: it will just suit you.
DOROTHEA
No, they are for my sister. She is light­ haired and very pretty - at least I think so.
LADISLAW
You don't seem to care for cameos.
DOROTHEA
No, frankly, I don't think them a great object in life.
LADISLAW
I fear you are heretic about art generally. How is that? I should have expected you to be very sensitive to the beautiful everywhere.
DOROTHEA
I should like to make life beautiful. I mean everybody's life. And then all this huge expense of art that seems to make life no better for the world pains me.
LADISLAW
The best piety is to enjoy, when you can. It's no use to try and take care of all the world unless you allow yourself to feel some delight in it! I'm beginning to suspect you of having some false belief in the virtues of misery.

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2/12. INT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

Now we're back in the studio.

CASAUBON is still posing, but NAUMANN is sketching DOROTHEA.

CASAUBON can see DOROTHEA and LADISLAW on the balcony through the open door of the studio.

CASAUBON looks again at them through the doorway.

CASAUBON
The work is progressing satisfactorily?

NAUMANN quickly changes the sketch of DOROTHEA back to CASAUBON.

NAUMANN
Magnificent.

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2/11 [CONT]. INT. NAUMANN'S BALCONY. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA and LADISLAW still in conversation.

DOROTHEA
Have there not been very valuable books written by scholars who knew nothing of these modeern things? Well, they are still used. Why should not my husband's be valuable, like theirs?
LADISLAW
Don't you see, it's no use now to be crawling a little way after men of the last century, and correcting their mistakes. No one cares any more, the focus of interest has moved on.
DOROTHEA
How can you speak so lightly? If it were as you say, what could be sadder than so much ardent labour all in vain?
LADISLAW
I've made you think ill of me?
DOROTHEA
No. I like you very much. Please don't mention this to anyone again. Promise me.
LADISLAW
I promise.

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2/12. [CONT] INT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

CASAUBON continues posing for NAUMANN. He glances over his shoulder towards DOROTHEA and LADISLAW on the balcony.

CASAUBON
I fear this may be tiresome for Mrs. Casaubon.

NAUMANN carrys on sketching.

CASAUBON glances over to the balcony again where DOROTHEA and LADISLAW are still talking.


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2/17. INT. STABLE YARD. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

A Horse Dealer, a big young man, who looks as if he might be a farmer, is trying to calm a horse that is clearly out of control.

The young man gets the horse under control just as FRED VINCY and BAMBRIDGE enter the stable. A young girl follows them in.

BAMBRIDGE
So this is Diamond.

BAMBRIDGE looks over the horse - they move away, FRED looking serious.

BAMBRIDGE
Well, I'm very disappointed. Wouldn't have him as a gift, I wouldn't touch him with a toasting fork.
FRED
He looks a nasty brute to me.

FRED is trying to be cool, disparage the horse you mean to buy, and BAMBRIDGE gives him a little nod of approbation. FRED feels pleased with himself.

HORSE DEALER
Not him sir. Only wants riding.
FRED
Lord Medlicote's man was looking for a grey.

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BAMBRIDGE
Luck of the devil, young Vincy, luck of old Nick. If you can, sell him on to Lord Medlicote, you're a made man.

FRED very pleased, trying not to show it.


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2/17a. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

FRED and ROSAMOND out riding.

FRED is on Diamond and it is not behaving itself. It starts to rear.

FRED
Diamond!
ROSAMOND
Steady. Fred, be careful!
FRED
Steady Diamond!

FRED is thrown from the horse.

Diamond runs off. Fred picks himself up and chases him.

ROSAMOND [Shouting to Fred]
Is this your great bargain then?
FRED [Pursuing Diamond]
Diamond. Diamond.
ROSAMOND [Shouts after him]
I can't imagine who would buy a brute like that.

ROSAMOND follows on horseback, laughing.


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2/18b. EXT. GARTH HOUSE. YARD. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

MRS. GARTH stands by the doorway picking up some washing. FRED walks up to her.

MRS. GARTH
Fred. Mary's just been here.
FRED [OOV]
Morning Mrs Garth.
MRS. GARTH
You've missed her. Come in.

They both walk into the house.


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2/19. INT. GARTH PARLOUR. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

The children, BEN and LETTY GARTH run at FRED, who suffers their bombardment cheerfully enough.

FRED doesn't look too well.

BEN AND LETTY
It's Fred!
MRS. GARTH
Go on, you go out now.
ALFRED
I'll take them mother.
FRED
Thank you, Alfred.

The children begin to protest (ad lib).

MRS. GARTH
Go on outside.
BEN
But we want to stay and talk to Fred.

ALFRED leads the kids outside.

MRS. GARTH
Go on.
[the children reluctantly leave the room]
Sit down, Fred. Caleb will be down directly.
FRED
Are Letty and Ben your only pupils now, Mrs. Garth?

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MRS. GARTH
I'm at a low ebb for pupils, but I've saved my purse for Alfred's apprenticeship. All of ninety-two pound. He can go to Mr. Hammer's now.

FRED feels very uneasy.

FRED
Mrs. Garth ...
MRS. GARTH
Caleb wants the boy to have his chance, he thinks he may turn out a famous engineer.

FRED feels even worse. CALEB comes in.

CALEB
What, Fred, my boy? You look poorly - is anything the matter?
FRED
Yes, Mr. Garth. I'm afraid you're going to have a rather poor opinion of me. But I've come to tell you I can't keep my word. I can't meet Mr. Bambridge's bill after all and he's demanding immediate payment. I've pleaded with him, but the man's iron. I owe a hundred and sixty and all I have are these fifty pounds.

He puts them on the table.

MRS. GARTH's face. Clearly it's the first she's heard of it.

MRS. GARTH
What do you mean?
CALEB [deeply embarrassed]
Oh, I forgot to tell you, Susan. I put my name to some bills Fred run up with Mr. Bambridge. Fred was sure he would be able to pay them himself.

[Page] 2/30

MRS. GARTH [looking at FRED]
Was he.
CALEB
It's come at a bad time. I shall need everything we have at the bank. A hundred and ten pounds.
MRS. GARTH [to FRED]
I suppose you've asked your father.
FRED
It would be of no use. He wouldn't give me a penny.

CALEB looks at his wife. He's staring disaster in the face.

MRS. GARTH
It's clear what we must do. I shall give you the ninety-two pounds I put by for Alfred's premium. And I'm sure Mary will have saved twenty pounds by now from what Mr. Featherstone gives her.
FRED
I shall certainly pay it all back, Mrs. Garth, ultimately.
MRS. GARTH
Yes, you will, ultimately. But boys can't be apprenticed ultimately, they must be apprenticed at fifteen.
CALEB
It is my fault Susan, I'd no business signing that bill for Fred. I suppose you have tried all ... [Fred interrupts him]
FRED
I've tried everything, Mr. Garth. I had bad luck with a horse I was selling that turned out wrong - I have no horse at all now - I came on Rosy's horse. I hate having brought this on you - there is no one else I care so much for. And, and now you will always think me a scoundrel.

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There are tears in his eyes.

CALEB
Well Fred, you must ride over to Mary and ask the child for what money she has.

FRED gets up to leave.

FRED
I'm sorry.

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2/20. EXT. STONE COURT. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

Hear MARY's voice over.

MARY [Interrupts - VO]
Fifteen ... sixteen ...

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2/21a. INT. STONE COURT. HALL. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

FRED feeling dreadful watching MARY calmly counting money out.

MARY
Seventeen. One, two, three, four. You may tell father I have enough to cover the rest of your debt, and six pounds over.
FRED
Mary, I can't bear this.
MARY
Yes, you can.
FRED
I am so very sorry.
MARY
I'm sure you are now.
FRED
I didn't mean any of it - I had such terrible luck.
MARY
But when you have bad luck, other people suffer for it.
FRED
Mary.
MARY
What?
FRED
Do you hate me now?

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MARY
I don't think well of you.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M4
T/C In: 03:20:42

FRED
I don't think I could go on living if you hated me. If I lose my hope of you I have no hope at all.
MARY
I could never hate you, Fred. You were my best friend when I was a little girl, and you've always been good to me and happy to know me, even when the rest of your family put on such airs ... But I cannot respect you - every chance you get you waste - how could I respect you? - and how could I marry a man I can't respect? I wish you were a better man, Fred!

FEATHERSTONE's stick bangs on the ceiling.

FEATHERSTONE [Interrupts - oov]
Mary! Where are you, missy? I want my chamber pot! What the devil are you at girl?
Off she goes upstairs. FRED looks gutted.

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2/23. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

FRED comes in.

FRED
Mother.

ROSAMOND and MRS. VINCY look up. He has to steady himself on the doorpost, and he stumbles to the sofa and flings himself down on it.

T/C Out: 03:21:45
Duration: 1'03"

MRS. VINCY
Why, Fred, you are pale. What is is dear. Whatever is the matter?
ROSAMOND
He's drunk, Mamma.
FRED
I feel rather strange, Mother. I think you had better send for Wrench.
MRS. VINCY
Oh, my dear! Stay here.

She runs out of the room.

MRS. VINCY
Pritchard! Pritchard!

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2/24. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

FRED is in bed, looking pale but feeling a bit better.

We start with WRENCH looming into shot as he holds FRED's eye open and peers into it.

MRS. VINCY hovers anxiously, ROSAMOND there too.

MRS. VINCY
What is it, Dr. Wrench?
WRENCH
Oh, a slight derangement is all. I apprehend nothing serious. Aaah ...
FRED
Aaah.
WRENCH
The system needs purging I warrant. A spoonful or two of Mr. Wrench's black draught will suffice. We'll have you riding to hounds again in no time, young man.

WRENCH picks up his bag.

WRENCH
Good day then ma'am.
MRS. VINCY
Good day Dr. Wrench.

ROSAMOND opens the door.

WRENCH
Thank you kindly.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M5
T/C In: 03:22:35

They leave. Mrs Vincy soothes Fred by stroking his face.

[Page] 2/37

2M5 Continues

2/25. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM. JANUARY 1830. NIGHT.

FRED is tossing and turning, delirious.

Flash backs to Diamond rearing. We hear the thud of Fred falling off.


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2/26. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM/LANDING. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

FRED is shivering and obviously very ill, soaked in sweat and very pale.

LYDGATE is listening to his chest with a stethoscope.

ROSAMOND and MRS. VINCY there, both genuinely anxious now.

MRS. VINCY
What a mercy Rosamond saw you in the street. Wrench said he would not come again, for all he had made poor Fred worse instead of better. You should have seen him in the night, the poor boy didn't know his own mother. Is he very very ill?
LYDGATE
You were right to call me in.

LYDGATE ushers MRS. VINCY and ROSAMOND onto the landing

LYDGATE
I'm afraid your son is in the pink-skinned stage of typhoid fever. And unfortunately, he has taken just the wrong medicine.

T/C Out: 03:23:50
Duration: 1'15"

MRS. VINCY
Oh, doctor! Oh, is he - will he - oh, Fred, Fred ... Oh, Dr. Lydgate, save my boy!
LYDGATE
He has a strong constitution, Mrs. Vincy, and I have every hope of his recovery. He must have a regular nurse, and a constant supply of cold-water. I'll start him on opium and alcohol immediately to lose no time.

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MRS. VINCY
Oh, what a villain that Wrench is!
LYDGATE
You mustn't blame Dr. Wrench, Mrs. Vincy. The symptoms yesterday might have been disguising. Typhoid is difficult to diagnose in the very early stages.
MRS. VINCY
Dr. Lydgate, you must come again. You must carry on attending Fred.
ROSY
Yes, please do.
MRS. VINCY
I shall write to Dr. Wrench and explain the circumstances: I'm sure he won't be offended.

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2/27. INT. HOSPITAL BOARDROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

The regular committee there: POWDERELL, HAWLEY, CHICHELY and WRENCH. Some of them just quietly chatting in two's and three's but there is one urgent though not noisy discussion, with WRENCH in very choleric mood.

WRENCH
Well, I say it's a damned impudence! I've attended that family for twenty years and now I'm made to read some damned scoundrelly lecture on symptoms and prognoses and I don't know what. By God it comes to something when they'll steal your patients from under your very nose and give you a scolding into the bargain. This Lydgate's no better than a quack in my opinion with his fancy foreign notions and his cant about cures. How do we know what his bona fides are, eh?
CHICHELY
D'you know what he told me - his Majesty's coroner these twenty years? - that a lawyer is no better than an old woman at a post­ mortem examination! He thinks a doctor should conduct it!
WRENCH
Man's an impostor.
POWDERELL
He has degrees from Edinburgh and Paris I understand, Wrench. He's a clever fellow for all you don't care for him.
WRENCH
A damn sight too clever in my opinion, sir.
CHICHELY
Bulstrode's fond of him.

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HAWLEY
They're a pretty pair. One all pride and principles, the other all cant and holiness ...

We see BULSTRODE and LYDGATE enter the room deep in conversation.

HAWLEY
... and both of them elbow deep in each other's pockets.

The room falls silent. LYDGATE and BULSTRODE are still in conversation. They walk over to the table.

LYDGATE [acknowledging the committee]
Good day gentlemen.
BULSTRODE
Good day gentlemen.

BULSTRODE takes his place in the chair in his usual deadpan way.

LYDGATE is trying to give people friendly looks, but is a little disconcerted by the way they are eyeing him.

BULSTRODE
Well, gentlemen: to business. The house surgeon has reported an outbreak on intestinal ailments amongst patients in the upper ward.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M6
T/C In: 03:0[2]5:55

HAWLEY stares piercingly at LYDGATE who looks very uncomfortable and looks down.


[Page] 2/42

2M6 continues

2/28. EXT. LOWICK DRIVE. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

CASAUBON's carriage rattles along the drive towards the gloomy house.


[Page] 2/43

2/29. INT. LOWICK. HALL. JANUARY 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA and CASAUBON walk into the gloomy hall and find CELIA, BROOKE and CHETTAM waiting for them.

CASAUBON does look done in, though whether by the ardours of the journey or the prospect of entertaining the wife's family is a moot point.

CELIA
Dodo!
BROOKE
Ah, here they are.
DOROTHEA
Celia!
CELIA
We are come to welcome you back from Rome!

DOROTHEA is pleased to see her, and runs into her arms.

DOROTHEA
Oh, I have missed you, Kitty!
BROOKE
No need to ask you my dear. Rome's agreed with you I see.
[and to CASAUBON]
Ah, Casaubon! Back on the blessed plot, eh? This earth, this realm, this England, teeming womb, you know, and so forth, eh!
CASAUBON
How do you do, sir?

T/C Out: 03:26:36
Duration: 41"


[Page] 2/44

BROOKE
How do I do? Very well indeed! But you're a little pale Casaubon you know - a little pale.

BROOKE notice DOROTHEA's anxious expression and brightens up.

BROOKE
Oh nothing to alarm you, my dear. A little English beef and mutton will make a difference. It's all very well to look pale when you're sitting for a portrait of Aquinas - we had your letter you see. But this Aquinas now - he was a little too subtle, wasn't he? Does anybody read Aquinas?
CASAUBON [with dignified patience]
He is not indeed sir an author adapted for superficial minds.
BROOKE
Ah.

DOROTHEA sees CASAUBON's discomfort and comes to his aid.

DOROTHEA
Perhaps you should rest now, dear.
CASAUBON
Perhaps you are right, my love. Miss Brooke, gentlemen: you are very welcome here, I appreciate your kind intention. But you will excuse me now.
BROOKE
Yes, yes, of course, my dear man.

CASAUBON moves off. DOROTHEA goes to take his hands but quite kindly he indicates by body language that that's not necessary.

CASAUBON
My wife, I'm sure, will entertain you in the proper manner.

[Page] 2/45

He moves off to the door.

DOROTHEA
He's very tired: it was an arduous journey.

It's a bit of a downer but CELIA is so thrilled with life she can't suppress it.

CELIA
Dodo, I can't wait to tell you any longer: Sir James and I are engaged to be married.
DOROTHEA
Oh, Celia. Oh, Kitty.

DOROTHEA kisses CELIA.

CELIA
Oh Dodo, it was because you went away. There was nobody but me for Sir James to talk to.
DOROTHEA [smiling]
That's wonderful.
CHETTAM
I have gone on with the cottages, Mrs. Casaubon.
DOROTHEA
I never doubted that you would. I look forward to inspecting how they progress.
CHETTAM
I know the ones here are well managed.

A Servant comes in carrying a small trunk.

DOROTHEA
Roberts, leave that one here would you. I have brought some cameos for you Kitty.
[To Roberts]
Thank you.

[Page] 2/46

DOROTHEA searches through the trunk and pulls out the box containing the cameos. BROOKE has moved over to the fire place to pour some wine.

DOROTHEA
I wasn't sure about them - but Mr. Ladislaw advised me. Do you remember him?
CELIA
Yes! He's an artist in Rome now.
DOROTHEA
Not any more. He intends to return to this part of the country and earn his living with a pen.
BROOKE
Does he now? Excellent! Just what we need now, do you see, young men with bold ideas. Quite.
CELIA [opening the cameo case]
Oh, Dodo, they are exquisite!

BROOKE comes over to the group with glasses of wine. He hands them out.

Piano Piece
Song Without words No.1. in E major - Op.19
T/C In: 03:28:48

BROOKE
Er, welcome again ...
[looking at the cameos]

[Page] 2/47

2/34. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. FEBRUARY 1830. DAY.

ROSAMOND is playing the piano as LYDGATE comes down the stairs and pauses at the door, listening. She see LYDGATE, stops and rises.

ROSAMOND
Oh ...

T/C Out: 03:29:21
Duration: 33"

LYDGATE walks into the room.

LYDGATE
No, please. Don't let me disturb you.
ROSAMOND
How did you find poor Fred today?
LYDGATE
He's still in a high fever, but he's ... he's coming through it well, I believe. I am almost more anxious for your mother.
ROSAMOND
Oh, yes, poor Mamma, I shall go to her. I'll take her take a little beef tea.
LYDGATE
No, I've ... I've put that in hand. Will you not let me hear you play a little more?
ROSAMOND
No. You have heard the best musicians in London and Paris and I ...
LYDGATE
I've heard nothing that charmed me so much than the music you were just playing. Will you not play it again for me?

[Page] 2/48

ROSAMOND
Oh, very well.

Piano Piece
Song Without words No.1. in E major - Op.19
T/C In: 03:30:19

She's very hesitant. After a number of shy bewitching looks and glances, she starts to play again but much more quietly, hesitantly and intimately.

But she soon breaks off. She is looking at him; he is smiling at her, just a little bit puzzled.

T/C Out: 03:30:49
Dur: 30"

ROSAMOND [rising]
I must go and see Mamma.

She goes quickly out of the room. Lovely graceful walk. She never makes a movement that isn't graceful.

LYDGATE watches her go, a bit puzzled.


[Page] 2/49

2/46. EXT. LOWICK. MARCH 1830. DAY.

Establisher.


[Page] 2/50

2/47. INT. LOWICK. DOROTHEA'S BOUDOIR. MARCH 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA is copying Greek text from a book.

TANTRIPP stands beside her.

TANTRIPP
The rain's stopped, Ma'am. Why don't you take the air while you have the chance? A person could go mad, shut up here all day.
DOROTHEA
Thank you, Tantripp, but I have too much to do. I may go for a walk later.
TANTRIPP
Oh, very well ma'am.

TANTRIPP picks up the teapot.

DOROTHEA
Thank you.

TANTRIPP leaves.


[Page] 2/51

2/48. INT. LOWICK. LANDING, STAIRS, AND HALL. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1150).

DOROTHEA walks down the stairs, through the gloomy old house, and along the corridor to the library.

See CASAUBON inside the library, deep in thought.

Back to DOROTHEA outside - she hesitates at the door.

It's an effort to make herself turn the handle and go in.


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2/49. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1155).

CASAUBON at his desk, hunched over his books.

DOROTHEA comes in. She pauses and looks at him. She comes towards him. He seems furtive and uneasy about her presence in the room.

DOROTHEA
I have finished the copying you set me, Edward. Is there anything I could do for you? Could I read for you, perhaps?
CASAUBON
Thank you, no.
DOROTHEA
The weather's a little better. We could go for a walk, or we could drive towards Tipton. I am sure the air would do you good.
CASAUBON
I am glad that you have the time my dear, but I fear that I do not. I have begun work on a new pamphlet.
DOROTHEA
Edward, do you not think that perhaps today we might begin to work together on your book?
CASAUBON [uneasy]
Dorothea ...

She interrupts gently, tentatively, not wanting to touch a sore point.


[Page] 2/53

DOROTHEA
If I were first to copy selected passages from your notebooks?
CASAUBON
My dear, I have told you I am busy with this article.
DOROTHEA
Have you received any comments on the last one yet ... about the Etruscan mysteries?
CASAUBON
Not as yet, no.

She goes towards her own desk, but CASAUBON forestalls her.

CASAUBON
Oh, by the way Dorothea ...
[picking up a letter]
Here is a letter for you - it was enclosed in one addressed to me.

He holds it as if it's full of germs. But she doesn't notice, getting a letter is a rare event, she's quite excited.

DOROTHEA
Thank you. It's from Mr. Ladislaw! What can he have to say?
CASAUBON
You may read the letter, if you please. Though I may as well say it once I shall decline the proposal it contains, to pay a visit here.
[with mounting bitterness]
I trust I may be excused for desiring an interval of complete freedom from such distractions, as have hitherto been inevitable especially from guests whose desultory vivacity makes their presence a fatigue!!

It is, or becomes, an attack on DOROTHEA. He is frightened that LADISLAW has designs on her, terrified that she may reciprocate.


[Page] 2/54

She feels outraged at this undeserved attack, and turns on him:

DOROTHEA
Edward, why do you think I should wish for anything that would annoy you? When have I ever consulted my own pleasure before yours?

Immediately she retaliates, he's frightened.

CASAUBON
Oh, Dorothea, you are hasty.
DOROTHEA [carried away]
No, it is you who are hasty in your false suppositions about my feelings!

She's breathing hard. Fire in her eyes. She knows she's right, she feels he should apologise.

He can't meet her eyes again.

CASAUBON
Well, let us say no more upon the subject Dorothea. I have neither the leisure nor the energy for this kind of debate.

He's rigid, frozen, closed against her. And though he's scared inside, he sounds dismissive and contemptuous to her. Only his trembling hands give him away.


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2/50. INT. LOWICK. HALL AND STAIRS. MARCH 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA walks out of the library.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M7
T/C In: 03:34:57

As she is about to go upstairs, we hear a crash, as of a chair falling over.

She turns and runs back to the library.


[Page] 2/56

2M7 Continued

2/51. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MARCH 1830. DAY.

CASAUBON is half collapsed against the library steps and book shelves. He is obviously in pain, gasping for breath.

She goes to him and supports him. He sort of collapses on her.

DOROTHEA
Edward. Lean on me, dear!

She takes his not inconsiderable weight, gets his arm over her shoulder, and supports him while he tries to regain his breathe.

She loosens his shirt.

DOROTHEA [softly]
What is it? What's happened Edward?

He looks at her, then closes his eyes. He is managing to breathe, now.


[Page] 2/57

2M7 Continued

2/52. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MARCH 1830. DAY.

CASAUBON is in bed. His eyes are closed and he is breathing fairly normally.

LYDGATE puts his bottles away. Turns and looks at DOROTHEA. She looks so tragic. He's touched.

LYDGATE
You should not distress yourself unduly. He is breathing very comfortably now. He should sleep for some hours.
DOROTHEA
But will the illness return?

She's very agitated.

LYDGATE
Come.

He leads her to the window seat. We're seeing Lydgate at his best: strong, tender, considerate. They speak in low voices, which heightens their intimacy:

LYDGATE
I'm afraid it's very difficult to say in these cases. It is essential now that he should not strain his nervous powers in any way. In particular, I would advise you not to tell him of the seriousness of his condition: increased anxiety can exacerbate disease of the heart.
DOROTHEA
Please speak plainly Dr. Lydgate - I cannot bear to think there might be something I did not know which might make me act differently.

[Page] 2/58

LYDGATE
I shall speak absolutely plainly.

They move to another part of the bedroom and sit down.

LYDGATE
He may have another attack within days, or weeks. It could result in death. On the other hand, he may live for five, ten, or even fifteen years.
DOROTHEA
You mean, if we are very careful.
LYDGATE
He should try to moderate and vary his occupations.
DOROTHEA
He would be miserable if he had to give up his work. He has been labouring all his life and looking forward. He minds about nothing else. And I mind about nothing else. Help me, please. Tell me what I can do.
LYDGATE
I wish I could have spared you this pain.
DOROTHEA
It was right of you to tell me. Thank you for telling me the truth.

T/C Out: 03:2[3]6:41
Dur: 1'44"


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2/54. EXT. LOWICK. GARDEN. MARCH 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA walking with BROOKE in the garden:

BROOKE
To be sure, my dear, of course! You cannot possibly receive young Ladislaw now - I shall be happy to write to him. An interesting young man ... I could possibly help him myself ... I have heard that the Middlemarch "Pioneer" is in need of a new editor ...
DOROTHEA
Uncle, I don't think that Mr. Ladislaw should come to Middlemarch at all.
BROOKE
Whatever you say my dear ... who are we to forbid him if he really wants to come? However, I shall write as you suggest ­ it seems a shame, though. Young men you know, with new ideas, I like them uncommonly well.

DOROTHEA looks at him, exasperated. He walks away down the steps, she follows him.

DOROTHEA
Uncle. Did you understand what I said. I don't think he should come here.
BROOKE [Ad Lib]
Yes, yes my dear. Yes of course. You're absolutely right. Dr Lydgate, did he ......

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2/37. INT. STONE COURT. STAIRS/HALL. FEBRUARY 1830. DAY.

FEATHERSTONE shouts from his bedroom, as MARY comes down the stairs.

FEATHERSTONE [Interrupts - OOV]
Tell Mr Farebrother I've no need of preachers yet, not the canting kind nor the card-playing kind ...
MARY [Speaking over the above]
He says he won't see you.
FAREBROTHER
How delightful. Then, I shall be able to spend more time with you, Mary, if you have any to spare for me.
MARY
You know I have ... please sit down.

They sit down in a corner of the hall she uses as her sitting room.

FAREBROTHER
I am just come from visiting your old playfellow.
MARY
Fred! Oh, tell me ... how did you find him?
FAREBROTHER
He's very weak, and very sorry for himself ... but he is out of his delirium now, and Lydgate is confident he's turned the corner.

[Page] 2/61

MARY is visited by a rush of joy and relief. Shen hugs her joy to herself for a moment, tears in her eyes. FAREBROTHER sees it. She then reverts to her more usual sharp-tongued mode:

MARY
So he'll soon be back to his billiards and his horses and his cards and his gambling, I suppose.
FAREBROTHER
Rather like me, Mary.
MARY [smiling]
Yes, you are two very bad characters. The only difference between you is that Fred always loses and you always win, at every game, so I hear.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M8
T/C In: 03:39:48

FAREBROTHER
Except one, perhaps.
[pause]
No, I'm glad Fred's on the mend.
MARY
Thank you Mr. Farebrother.

FAREBROTHER would like to marry MARY but he knows she doesn't think of him "like that", so much so that he can make a remark like that without her getting it.


[Page] 2/62

2/37a. [New Scene]. EXT. VINCY'S. NIGHT.

Establisher.

LYDGATE's dialogue led in from 2/38.

T/C Out: 03:40:06
Dur: 18"

Piano Piece
Allegretto by Pergolesi
T/C In: 03:40:04


[Page] 2/63

Piano continues

2/38. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM. MARCH 1830. NIGHT.

LYDGATE is just ending his examination of FRED, straightening and putting away his stethoscope.

MRS. VINCY hovering anxiously.

LYDGATE [to MRS. VINCY]
Good. Good.
MRS. VINCY
Truly?
LYDGATE
On the mend.
MRS. VINCY
If I can only see my boy strong again!
[turning to look at FRED]
- perhaps master of Stone Court! And he can marry who he likes then!
FRED
Not if they won't have me Mother.
MRS. VINCY
Now how can you say that when you know everybody thinks the world of you!
FRED
Not everybody, mother. Some people have more sense than you do.

[Page] 2/64

Piano continues

2/39. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MARCH 1830. NIGHT.

A small party going on.

MR. VINCY is playing cards with FAREBROTHER, HAWLEY and CHICHELY.

ROSAMOND is in a tete a tete with NED PLYMDALE, one of the good matches in Middlemarch, though not one of its leading minds. They are looking at the "Keepsake", which has pictures of famous society beauties in it.

NED has a Middlemarch accent of the genteeler sort. His family are on the up-and-up financially while the Vincy fortunes are declining. But he feels much less secure socially than ROSAMOND or Fred.

NED
This is a very interesting story here ... I've marked the place for you, and er ...
[turning the pages]
... oh, this is a capital bit of verse ... I'll mark that for you too.

We move in on MRS. PLYMDALE, NED's mother, who throughout this conversation has been served some food by PRITCHARD. She now walks past the group playing cards and sits beside MRS. BULSTRODE.

MRS. PLYMDALE
I think my Ned has set his heart on Miss Vincy. I wish something would be settled there soon.
MRS. BULSTRODE
Yes indeed, though I'm afraid she often has notions of her own. But then she was raised in such a thoughtless manner. Her mother has that levity about her which makes me anxious for her children.

[Page] 2/65

MRS. PLYMDALE
Oh, it is pride in Miss Vincy, for sure. There's no young man in Middlemarch good enough for her it seems.

Now we're back with ROSAMOND and NED.

NED
I think the Honourable Mrs. Stephens is something like you.
ROSAMOND
Do you think so? Her back is very large, I should have thought.
NED
Ah! But I didn't say she was as beautiful as you are!

He's very pleased with this remark, it's about as clever as he can get.

ROSAMOND
Oh Mr Plymdale! I suspect you of being an accomplished flatterer.

She's just playing with him. To her he's the epitome of Middlemarch mediocrity. And just as she says this, LYDGATE comes in and she immediately gives him all her attention as he comes towards her smiling confidently.

NED
No, indeed, Miss Vincy, in fact ....
ROSAMOND
What a latecomer you are! I had almost given you up! I am glad that Fred is feeling better.
LYDGATE
Yes, er, he's going on well, but slowly.
[to Ned ]
Evening And how are you?

[Page] 2/66

ROSAMOND
Oh, I never vary!

She gives him one of her lovely looks, then remembers poor NED.

ROSAMOND [to NED]
We have looked to Dr. Lydgate as our guardian angel during Fred's illness.
[to PRITCHARD]
Pritchard, could we have a cup of punch for Dr. Lydgate please.

LYDGATE, as she says this, picks up the "Keepsake" and gives a short scornful laugh, and half under his breath says:

LYDGATE
Good God.
ROSAMOND
And what are you laughing at so profanely?
LYDGATE
I don't know which is the sillier, this engraving here, or the writing that accompanies it ­
[laughs]
it's really splendidly idiotic!
NED [very miffed]
There are a great many celebrated people writing in the "Keepsake", at all events, sir. This is the first time I have heard it called ... silly! Excuse me.

And he goes off in high dudgeon to join the little group by the doorway.

We move to the card playing group.

CHICHELY
Vincy. Vincy play the game.
VINCY
Oh ... sorry, I was distracted for a moment there.

T/C Out: 03:42:48
Duration: 2'44"


[Page] 2/67

Piano Piece
Leichte Sonate Opus 49 by Beethoven
T/C In: 03:42:52

Back to ROSAMOND and LYDGATE.

ROSAMOND
Don't you see that you have given offence?
LYDGATE
What? Is it Mr. Plymdale's book? Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think, I ...
ROSAMOND
You are like a bear - you don't know your own strength, or your power to hurt. Do you remember, when you first came here? ­ you said you were a bear, and you wanted teaching by the birds.
LYDGATE
There is one bird I'd very willingly be taught by.
ROSAMOND
And tamed?

Their voices are soft, their heads are close.

LYDGATE and ROSAMOND VINCY - something's going on!

T/C Out: 03:39:06
Dur: 47"


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2/44. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MARCH 1830. DAY.

MRS VINCY and MRS BULSTRODE enter the room.

ROSAMOND who has been sitting with her embroidery, stands up.

MRS. VINCY
Rosamond, your Aunt Bulstrode is here.
ROSAMOND
Good morning Aunt.

MRS. BULSTRODE isn't sinister, like her husband, but the seriousness with which she takes life can be a bit daunting. They all sit down.

MRS. BULSTRODE
Rosamond, Mr. Bulstrode and I have heard something about you which has surprised us very much indeed: that you are secretly engaged to Dr. Lydgate.
ROSAMOND
No, I'm not engaged, Aunt.

MRS. BULSTRODE persists. She is kindly but inexorable.

MRS. BULSTRODE
Well how is it that everyone says so then? It's the towns talk.
ROSAMOND
The towns talk is of very little consequence.

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MRS. BULSTRODE
Dr. Lydgate is very clever and your uncle finds him useful but it's a poor profession, he's not paid for his work at the hospital, and you are not in a position to marry a poor man. You have no fortune of your own, my dear.

ROSAMOND looks down or away, she doesn't want to hear this.

MRS. BULSTRODE
Now Rosamond, Mr. Plymdale is a nice young man, I have always thought, and an only son, and the heir to a great business. Surely you would not think of giving your heart to a man without a decided prospect?
ROSAMOND [bursting out]
I shall never give my heart to Mr Ned Plymdale! And Dr. Lydgate is not a poor man - he has very high connections!
MRS. BULSTRODE
I see how it is, my dear. You have allowed your affections to become engaged without return.
ROSAMOND [nearly in tears]
No! Indeed, Aunt, I have not!
MRS. VINCY
Oh, Rosy, Rosy!

ROSAMOND starts to cry, MRS. VINCY hugs her and stares accusingly at MRS. BULSTRODE for upsetting her daughter.


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2/40a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET. MARCH 1830. DAY.

LYDGATE and FAREBROTHER walking down the main street.

FAREBROTHER
How's your new hospital?
LYDGATE
Everything I hoped for, near enough. You must come and see for yourself.
FAREBROTHER
I wouldn't want to put Tyke's nose out of joint so soon after his appointment. But I might take you up on it one day ...

They're walking along together now - as always, we sense the liveliness and energy they have in common.

FAREBROTHER
I was thinking of looking in on Vincy later: what about you?
LYDGATE
Not tonight. I think my patient can survive a night without me. I've been neglecting my studies lately.
FAREBROTHER
Ah, you are going to get yourself lashed to the mast, and stop up your ears? Well, if you don't want to be won by the sirens you're wise to take precautions.

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LYDGATE [smiles]
I'm in no danger there, I assure you. Rosamond Vincy is an enchanting girl. Sweet, docile, everything about her full of grace and delicacy. If I were thinking of marriage I believe I'd snap her up this instant! But I'm not. And not for a long while yet - I mean to establish myself properly before I look for a bride.
FAREBROTHER
Hmm. In my experience, when a man's seen a woman he likes as much as that, his remaining a bachelor will depend on her resolution rather than his.
LYDGATE
Ha! Very good! But not true in this case.
FAREBROTHER
No?
LYDGATE
Absolutely not! In five years time I might be looking for a wife - but you know my real passion.
FAREBROTHER
What?
LYDGATE
Medicine. Science, Knowledge! If I could reveal something of the primitive tissue that underlies all life: you, me, a songthrush, Rosamond Vincy - that's what excites me, Farebrother!
FAREBROTHER
And have you told her this?
LYDGATE
No, of course not. She's a woman! You don't talk about primitive tissue when you're talking to a woman!

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2/72 and 2/73. INT. TIPTON. LIBRARY. APRIL 1830. DAY.

BROOKE sits at his desk writing a letter to Ladislaw.

BROOKE [VO]
I very much regret these circumstances, Mr. Ladislaw, as I was looking forward myself to making your closer acquaintance. I have been thinking of taking a more active part in the political life of the county, and to that end acquiring one of the local newspapers ... I should have welcomed the opportunity of consulting you in this matter. If you are anywhere near the county I would be most happy to welcome you as my guest - when we might discuss matters very much to our mutual advantage!

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2/45. INT. NEW HOSPITAL. MARCH 1830. DAY.

BULSTRODE stands outside the hospital waiting for LYDGATE, who appears rather late.

BULSTRODE
Ah, Dr. Lydgate.
LYDGATE
Sorry I'm late.
BULSTRODE
Not at all. It's good of you to spare the time. May we talk as we walk?
[after a pause]
What are your intentions towards my niece, Miss Rosamond Vincy?
LYDGATE [surprised]
My intentions? I suppose that my intentions are to continue a very pleasant acquaintanceship.
BULSTRODE
And nothing more?
LYDGATE
Nothing more.

And clearly he thinks it's none of BULSTRODE's business.

BULSTRODE
Then may I suggest to you, with the very greatest respect, that a man of your exceptional abilities should hesitate before engrossing the whole attention, and endangering the marriage prospects, of a vulnerable young girl, for the mere pleasure of the moment.

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LYDGATE [really annoyed now]
I have not the slightest intention, sir, of engrossing Miss Vincy's whole attention or endangering her prospects of marriage!
BULSTRODE [quiet as ever]
Then may I with the utmost humility suggest that you moderate your attendance upon Miss Vincy and allow her other admirers a little more opportunity of engaging her attention?
LYDGATE
You may suggest that Sir if you feel it's your place to do so.
BULSTRODE
I do, Dr. Lydgate - please do not take offence. You know I think highly of you, and wish you to prosper here. I think you will concede I have already been of some assistance to you?
LYDGATE
Yes. Yes, of course.

He doesn't like to admit even to himself that he owes BULSTRODE.

BULSTRODE
I wish only to help you avoid a painful misunderstanding.

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2/57. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. DAY.

CASAUBON is sitting in a chair by the fire. He looks weak, but not done for.

DOROTHEA's face, watching him. She feels tender towards him, but trapped.

BROOKE is there, oblivious to this, doing his bit to entertain him.

BROOKE
You should go fishing, Casaubon, or have a turning room, make toys, and tablelegs ... that kind of thing, you know!

CASAUBON shoots BROOKE a bitter look.

BROOKE
... or get Dorothea to read to you ... something light ... now she may read anything she likes now she's married. Smallet, for instance, he made me laugh uncommonly once, bit about a bostillian breeches.
CASAUBON
In short Sir, you recommend me to anticipate the arrival of my second childhood.

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2/55. INT. VINCY HOUSE. STAIRS/DRAWING ROOM. APRIL 1830. DAY.

MRS. VINCY and FRED coming down the stairs followed by LYDGATE. FRED is weak but is clearly on the mend.

MRS. VINCY
You heard Dr. Lydgate himself say that fresh air and exercise will help you mend all the more quickly ....
FRED
Don't nag, Mother ...
MRS. VINCY
And the sooner you're well enough to go to Stone Court again the better. And you too Rosamond. Your poor uncle is weaker by the minute.
LYDGATE [To Rosamond]
Good day.

FRED and MRS. VINCY continue to go downstairs.

ROSAMOND sees LYDGATE from the drawing room and comes over to speak to him. She is feeling neglected, and trying to recover their flirtatious intimacy, and he is trying to recover a professional distance.

ROSAMOND
Dr. Lydgate. You have become quite a stranger recently.
LYDGATE
Yes. Fred, as you see, is well on the mend, and there have been other calls upon my time.

A little pause.


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ROSAMOND
Do you find Mrs. Casaubon very handsome?
LYDGATE
I suppose she is very handsome; but I have not thought about it.
ROSAMOND
No. I suppose that that would be unprofessional. How your practice is growing. First the Chettams, and now the Casaubons. It's no wonder that you have no time for us.
LYDGATE
You mistake me. I would rather attend to the poor at the hospital. There is more chance of doing good, and one has to listen to less nonsense.

He's hurt her feelings now. Never mind; perhaps it had to be done.

LYDGATE
You must excuse me now. I am bidden to er ... I am bidden to Stone Court, and then to the hospital. Goodbye.

ROSAMOND looks after LYDGATE as he leaves the room.

ROSAMOND
Oh!

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[MOVED TO EPISODE 2]

3/5. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1830. DAY.

The carriages of the WAULE and FEATHERSTONE vultures stand outside.

Each time we see them there are more than before.


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[MOVED TO EPISODE 2]

3/6. INT. STONE COURT. [PARLOUR/HALL]. MAY 1830. DAY.

The big room downstairs. Packed fuller than we've ever seen it before with FEATHERSTONE'S relatives.

Low whispers, they look as if they're at the funeral already, then surprisingly loud from upstairs we hear old FEATHERSTONE.

FEATHERSTONE [OOV]
Out Solomon, out the pair of you. Will you get out!
SOLOMON FEATHERSTONE [OOV]
There's things you might repent of, brother, the Almighty knows what things.

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[MOVED TO EPISODE 2]

3/7. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. MAY 1830. DAY.

OLD FEATHERSTONE in bed. MRS. WAULE and SOLOMON, a big fat brother and sister who look like a pair of giant bluebottles, flapping in confusion.

MRS. VINCY is there with FRED who looks unsure whether to go or stay.

FEATHERSTONE
Then he knows better than I do, out you go, both of you. Out!
MRS. WAULE
Well brother when you lie speechless you may be tired of having strangers about you, and you may think of me and my children ...
FEATHERSTONE
I shan't, I shan't think of any of you! I've made my will, I shan't think of any of you! Out you go. Out.
MRS. WAULE [with some malice]
Some people would be ashamed to fill up a place belonging by rights to others.
SOLOMON FEATHERSTONE
Oh, no, sister, we must be humble and let smart folk push themselves before us.

FRED stands.

FRED [to Featherstone]
Should my mother and I leave, sir?

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FEATHERSTONE
Well no, no! Sit down and stop where you are!
[to SOLOMON and MRS. WAULE]
Now you two ... out, out, out!

SOLOMON and MRS. WAULE leave. As SOLOMON exits:

SOLOMON FEATHERSTONE
I shall be downstairs, brother. I shall do my duty and I pray that the Almighty won't be long.
FEATHERSTONE
Ah, out, out. Downstairs with you. Out.

MRS. VINCY tries to calm him down.

MRS. VINCY
Ssh .....

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2/62. EXT. VINCY HOUSE. APRIL 1830. DAY 26 (1732).

Piano Piece
Song Without words No.1. in E major - Op.19
T/C In: 03:51:55

We can hear the sound of ROSAMOND's piano.

LYDGATE coming down the street, glances up at the first floor window. He bumps into a passerby.

LYDGATE
Sorry.

He stops, glances up again, and carries on down the street.

T/C Out: 03:52:17
Duration: 22"


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2/65. INT. ROSAMOND'S BEDROOM. APRIL 1830. NIGHT.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M9
T/C In: 03:52:17

Rosamond is lying in bed.

She is feeling very miserable. She thinks she has lost her chance of getting him now.

LYDGATE [VO]
You call yourself a raw country girl ...
MRS. BULSTRODE [VO]
Dr Lydgate is very clever ...
LYDGATE [VO]
I've certainly found some charms in Middlemarch which were much greater than I had expected ...
MRS. BULSTRODE [VO]
It's a poor profession ...
LYDGATE [VO]
There's one bird that can tame me.
MRS. BULSTRODE [VO]
... with no fortune of your own, my dear ... well surely you would not think of giving your heart to a man without a decided prospect ....
LYDGATE [VO]
I've made up my mind to take Middlemarch as it comes ... you mistake me - I would rather attend to the poor at the hospital ...
MRS. BULSTRODE [VO]
You have allowed your affections to become engaged ...

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LYDGATE [VO]
... with more chance of doing good than one has to listen to this nonsense ... nonsense ... nonsense.

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2/66. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. APRIL 1830. DAY.

LYDGATE lets go of FEATHERSTONE's wrist and tucks him in.

FEATHERSTONE is sleeping propped up against the pillows, breathing rather shallowly.

LYDGATE turns to MARY and MRS. VINCY.

LYDGATE
You did well to send for me, Mary. He's a good deal weaker.
MRS. VINCY
Dr. Lydgate! What if he were to die now ­ without his loved ones at his side! Mr. Vincy must come to him, but how can he be fetched? Oh, what are we to do?
LYDGATE
Nothing easier, Mrs. Vincy. I'm returning directly to Middlemarch. I can take word to Mr. Vincy.
MRS. VINCY
Oh, Dr. Lydgate, that is good of you!

LYDGATE picks up his bag, walks to the door and opens it.

LYDGATE
He's sleeping very comfortably now.

He leaves.

T/C Out: 03:52:56
Duration: 39"


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2/70. INT. VINCY HOUSE. APRIL 1830. DAY.

We see LYDGATE being admitted by PRITCHARD.

PRITCHARD
Oh, Dr. Lydgate. Come in. Let me take your bag.

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2/71. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. APRIL 1830. DAY.

ROSAMOND sits embroidering.

PRICHARD [OOV]
Dr. Lydgate, ma'am.

LYDGATE comes in, in a state of some confusion. He's confused and embarrassed, and she is distressed.

LYDGATE
I am come - I am come with a message for Mr. Vincy.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 2M10
T/C In: 03:54:01

ROSAMOND
He is at the warehouse.
LYDGATE
Yes, of course! What a fool I am! I shall go there directly.

But he doesn't. He hesitates. She almost bursts into tears.

LYDGATE
What is the matter? Please ...

ROSAMOND rises and moves to the fireplace.

LYDGATE
Please tell me.
ROSAMOND [not very clearly]
I am so unhappy. I've tried not to be but ... if I am never to see you. If you do not care about me at all, then there is nothing in my life that is worth living for ... and you don't, you don't care about me at all ... and I ... I ...

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LYDGATE
Miss Vincy, Rosamond. Please don't cry. I ... please ... let me ...

He starts to kiss her, her eyes first, he takes her lovely face between his great big strong tender hands ...

ROSAMOND [between kisses]
Then you do ... then you do care about me after all.
LYDGATE
More than anyone. I want you to be my wife.

He's more or less got to propose now, after all this kissing.

ROSAMOND
Oh ... I'm so happy. I'm so happy. Oh ...

And so is he, in this euphoric moment. She is after all, a lovely creature, and she is all his.

T/C Out: 03:56:09
Dur: 2'08"

[Fades to black at 03:56:08.]

[Credits roller appears at 03:56:11 with closing music.]


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Closing Title Music
T/C In: 03:56:11

END CREDITS

CAST

in order of appearance

Dorothea JULIET AUBREY

Rev Edward Casaubon PATRICK MALAHIDE

Will Ladislaw RUFUS SEWELL

Dr Lydgate DOUGLAS HODGE

Mayor Vincy STEPHEN MOORE

Arthur Brooke ROBERT HARDY

Nicholas Bulstrode PETER JEFFREY

Mrs Bulstrode ROSEMARY MARTIN

Mr Hawley COLUM CONVEY

Mr Standish RONALD HINES

Mr Chichely DAVID BELCHER

Mr Powderell RICHARD BUTLER

Rosamond Vincy TREVYN McDOWELL

Mrs Vincy JAQUELINE TONG

Rev Farebrother SIMON CHANDLER


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Naumann JONATHAN COY

Fred Vincy JONATHAN FIRTH

Mr Bambridge FRED PEARSON

Horse Dealer NIGEL MILES-THOMAS

Mrs Garth GABRIELLE LLOYD

Alfred Garth NATHAN VALENTE

Ben Garth BEN JEFFERY

Letty Garth SOPHIE JEFFERY

Caleb Garth CLIVE RUSSELL

Mary Garth RACHEL POWER

Dr Wrench JAMES GARBUTT

Celia CAROLINE HARKER

Sir James Chettam JULIAN WADHAM

Pratt ROGER MILNER

Tantripp SUSAN PORRETT

Ned Plymdale IAN DRIVER

Mrs Plymdale PATII LOVE

Pritchard CHERYL FERGISON

Peter Featherstone MICHAEL HORDERN


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Solomon Featherstone TONY ROHR

Mrs Waule FREDA DOWIE

First Assistant Director ROB EVANS

Production Manager JULIE EDWARDS

Location Managers SAM BRECKMAN JEFF GOLDING

Script Supervisor JANE GRIFFITHS

Construction Manager BARRY MOLL

Production Buyer SARA RICHARDSON

Sound Recordist DICK BOULTER

Casting GAIL STEVENS

Associate Producer ALISON GEE

Music Composed by STANLEY MYERS CHRISTOPHER GUNNNING

Make-up Designer DEANNE TURNER

Costume Designer ANUSHIA NIERADZIK

Film Editor PAUL TOTHILL

Script Editor SUSIE CHAPMAN

Production Designer GERRY SCOTT

Photographed by BRIAN TUFANO BSC


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A BBC-TV Production in association with WGBH/Boston

Executive Producer for WGBH REBECCA EATON

Executive Producer for BBC MICHAEL WEARING

[End of roller at 03:57:08. Final caption below fades up at 03:57:09]

Final Credit

"Middlemarch"

BBC

[c] BBC MCMXCIV

Closing Title Music
T/C Out: 03:57:13
Dur: 1'02"

[Final caption faded to black at 03:57:14 - presentation to cut away from black]


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POST-PRODUCTION SCRIPT [...] UK VERSION Programme Number: 50/LDL R333F/01X [...] BBC TELEVISION Tape No: DR 19913 Programme Dur: 60'19"

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 3

--------------------------­

PRODUCER ... LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producers ... ALISON GEE
... CAROLE BISSET
Script Editor ... SUSIE CHAPMAN

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ... SAM DRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
PA/Script Supervisor ... JANE GRIFFITHS
Co-ordinator ... UNA SAPLAMIDES
Assistant Floor Managers ... CLARE SOLLY
... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ... ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD
Production Secretary ... LUCY HOARE

Lighting Cameraman ... BRIAN TUFANO
Sound Recordist ... DICK BOULTER
Film Editor ... JERRY LEON
Film Editor ... PAUL TOTHILL

Production Designer ... GERRY SCOTT
Costume Designer ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Make-up Designer ... DEANNE TURNER
Special Effects Designer ... STUART BRISDON
Casting ... GAIL STEVENS

------------------------------

A BBC-TV PRODUCTION IN ASSOCIATION WITH WGBH/BOSTON

Filmed in Italy, Lincolnshire, Somerset - January to August 1993

FIRST TRANSMISSION DATE: WEDNESDAY 26 JANUARY - BBC-2 NARRATIVE REPEAT TRANSMISSION: MONDAY 31 JANUARY - BBC-1

[C] BBC-TV MCMXCIV


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NB : Please note that programme does not start at T/C 03:00:00. Mix to black. Programme starts 03:59:13.

MIDDLEMARCH - RECAP

Comprised of 4 clips from Episode 2.

Clip 1. INT. LOWICK BEDROOM LYDGATE TALKS TO DOROTHEA ABOUT CASAUBON

LYDGATE It is essential now that he should not strain his nervous powers in anyway. In particular, I would advise you not to tell him of the seriousness of his condition.

Clip 2. EXT. LOWICK GROUNDS DOROTHEA WALKS WITH BROOKE IN THE GROUNDS OF LOWICK.

DOROTHEA Uncle, I don't think that Mr Ladislaw should come to Middlemarch at all.

LYDGATE Whatever you say my dear .... who are we to forbid him if he really wants to come?

Clip 3. INT. STONE COURT MARY TALKS TO FRED.

MARY Every chance you get you waste how could I respect you and how could I marry a man I can't respect?

Clip 4. INT. VINCY'S LYDGATE PROPOSES TO ROSAMOND

LYDGATE I wan't you to be my wife.

Fades to black at 03:59:46 and ....


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OPENING CAST CREDITS

Opening Title Music
T/C In: 03:59:48

[Opening credits appear white on a black background ­ with diagonal fade L to R at 03:59:48]

[Page 1] JULIET AUBREY ROBERT HARDY DOUGLAS HODGE MICHAEL HORDERN

[Page 2] PETER JEFFREY PATRICK MALAHIDE TREVYN McDOWELL RUFUS SEWELL

OPENING TITLE SEQUENCE

[Montage of clips from the programme mixed with specially designed graphics starts at 04:00:00 and ends with:-]

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay by ANDREW DAVIES

Producer LOUIS MARKS

Directed by ANTHONY PAGE

T/C Out: 04:00:35
Duration: 00'47"

[Mix from "Directed by ANTHONY PAGE" to Opening Scene - silhouette of house:-]


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NEW SCENE : EXT. STONE COURT NIGHT.

Establisher.


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3/10. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. MAY 1830. NIGHT.
A candle burning. Enough to see MARY dozing in her chair.
FEATHERSTONE
Missy! Missy, do you hear?

She starts awake, and goes to him. He has his tin box with papers in it, and coins open on the bed.

FEATHERSTONE
It's three o'clock in the morning, and I've got all my faculties. Do you hear?
MARY
Yes, sir.
FEATHERSTONE
I've made two wills, and I want you to burn one of them. It's in the chest in the closet. I want you to take that one out and burn it.
MARY
No, sir. I cannot do that.
FEATHERSTONE
Cannot do it? But you must!
MARY
No. I can't. It would lay me open to suspicion. Wait till morning, sir, till your brother and sister come again.

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FEATHERSTONE
No! Now! Look here, Missy! Take this money, all of it, the notes and the gold! You shall have it all, only do as I say!
MARY
No, I won't sir, I won't touch the will or the money, please don't ask me again!
FEATHERSTONE
You'll never have the chance again. Look. It's pretty nigh two hundred, and there's more in the box, and nobody will know how much there was. Take it, and do as I tell you.
MARY
Put away your money, sir - I won't touch it or do anything else you ask me.
FEATHERSTONE
Anything else? I want nothing else.

This has made him cough.

MARY
Let me give you some cordial.
FEATHERSTONE
Damn you, Missy!

He lifts his stick and tries to throw it at her with a huge effort. He's too weak. It just falls over the bed.

Exhausted, he sinks back on to the pillows. Almost whimpering. Frustrated, helpless, aching all over.

MARY feels sorry for him, but she won't give way.


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NEW SCENE : EXT. STONE COURT DAY.

Establisher.


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3/11. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. MAY 1830. DAY 29, LATER.

MARY awakes. Looks over at FEATHERSTONE.

He's very still.

She draws the curtain.

In the light of early morning, we see that he is dead, one hand clasping his keys and the other lying on the heap of notes and gold.


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3/12. EXT. LOWICK CHURCHYARD. MAY 1830. DAY.

Featherstone's funeral. A cold May morning.

MRS. WAULE, SOLOMON FEATHERSTONE and other relatives plus FRED, ROSAMOND, MR. VINCY, MRS. VINCY, LYDGATE, CALEB, MRS. GARTH and MARY.

As the MOURNERS file past and scatter earth on to the coffin, we hear MRS. CADWALLADER'S voice over:

MRS. CADWALLADER [VO]
What an extraordinary set of people! Who can they all be? Oh, there's Lydgate as doctor, I suppose ... oh, that's a really fine looking young woman with that fair young man ...

We are looking at MRS. VINCY, FRED and ROSAMOND now, as we cut to:


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3/13. INT. LOWICK. MAY 1830. DAY.

A little party comprising MRS. CADWALLADER, CHETTAM and CELIA, MR. BROOKE, MR. CASAUBON, and DOROTHEA are watching the funeral from an upper window.

We cut between them and the mourners.

MRS. CADWALLADER
... who are they, Sir James, do you know them?
CHETTAM
I see Vincy, the new mayor. They're probably his son and daughter.
BROOKE
A very decent family - you've seen Vincy at my house, he's a very good fellow!
MRS. CADWALLADER
One of your secret political committee I hear
BROOKE
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
MRS. CADWALLADER
And one of those who sucks the life out of those wretched handloom weavers at Tipton and Freshitt. That's how his family look so fair and sleek.
BROOKE
Well, well, he's a sound man, Vincy.
CELIA
Who's that man that's wandered into the garden?

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3/15. INT. LOWICK. MAY 1830. DAY.
MRS. CADWALLADER
He looks happy enough. Well, it's time the old man died. No-one there seems to be sorry.

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3/16. EXT. LOWICK CHURCH YARD. MAY 1830. DAY.

CELIA's POV of LADISLAW.


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3/17. INT. LOWICK. MAY 1830. DAY.
CELIA [turning]
Why, Dodo, you never told me Mr. Ladislaw has come again!

CASAUBON's face goes very still and cold at the mention of his young cousin.

DOROTHEA feels shocked and confused, and guilty, though she has no reason to be.

BROOKE
Ah yes! He came with me! He's my guest! He puts up at Tipton, you know! He's an excellent young man: he writes well, talks well - I'd be glad to give him an opportunity at the "Pioneer", you know!
MRS. CASAUBON
I see, writes political speeches, does he?
BROOKE
Did I not mention him before Casaubon? I asked him some time ago, when you were ill, and Dorothea said you couldn't have anybody in the house, you know, and she asked me to write to him.

CASAUBON has been feeling more and more betrayed with every word, and BROOKE'S last words give him the notion that DOROTHEA asked BROOKE to invite LADISLAW.

BROOKE [carrying on, jolly, oblivious]
And he and I have brought the picture on top of the carriage - yourself in the semblance of Thomas Aquinas! I knew you'd be pleased by this surprise!

BROOKE waves vigorously to LADISLAW from the window.


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BROOKE
Ladislaw! Here! Here he comes! He wouldn't come in, you know, till I'd announced him! Here he comes! Excellent, excellent! Here he comes!

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CASAUBON doesn't look happy about it at all.

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3/18. INT. LOWICK [THE HALL]. MAY 1830. DAY.

In the gloomy hall, LADISLAW holds the large painting upright, while the party look at it.

CASAUBON's face is like thunder. DOROTHEA feels terribly upset. CELIA is just interested and diverted, really.

BROOKE
There you are, you see, to the life: a deep, subtle sort of thinker, drawing attention to our ultimate destination; it's symbolic you see, the higher style of art. What do you think, Casaubon? I went into all that a great deal at one time - solidity, transparency, everything of that sort. I like all that up to a point, but not too far - it's a bit straining to keep up with. The flesh is good, though, flesh is good.

CASAUBON is looking at LADISLAW, who looks back with what seems to him like a mocking smile.

BROOKE, baffled. DOROTHEA distressed. LADISLAW, all innocence.


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3/19. INT. STONE COURT [PARLOUR]. JUNE 1830. DAY.

All the people we saw at the funeral, except Lydgate, are in the living room, settling themselves as STANDISH, the lawyer, prepares to read the will.

We get a sense of hostile camps: the WAULES and FEATHERSTONES on one side looking balefully across at the VINCYS and the GARTHS.

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MRS. VINCY tends to bridle back at them a bit.

And here comes the mystery man, JOSHUA RIGG, quiet, dapper, cool and neat as a little frog, quite unabashed by all the scrutiny he is getting.

We can hear some muttering from the WAULE side and distinguish one or two words:

MRS. WAULE
That's him ...
SOLOMON
The by-blow ...
MRS. WAULE
Lovechild.

STANDISH clears his throat.

STANDISH
Now, the will I hold here in my hand was drawn up by myself on the ninth of August 1825. But I find there is a subsequent will, hitherto unknown to me, executed in March 1828.
MRS. WAULE
Dear, dear!

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STANDISH
I shall begin by reading the essential elements of the earlier will, as such appears to be the intentions of the deceased.

He looks round.

STANDISH
To each of my brothers and sisters who shall survive me, I give and bequeath the sum of two hundred pounds; to my nephews and nieces, one hundred pounds.

Glum or outraged looks from WAULES and FEATHERSTONES. Perhaps some gloomy rumblings.

STANDISH
To Mr. Borthrop Trumbull, fifty pounds and my gold-headed cane.

TRUMBULL shakes his head at the folly of his dead friend.

STANDISH
To Mr. Frederick Vincy, ten thousand pounds ...

All FRED's worries are over! He is trying not to grin hugely.

STANDISH
And the whole of the residue of the estate, including the house known as Stone Court and all the lands and buildings appertaining, go to Mr. Joshua Rigg, who will take henceforth the name of Featherstone.

Shock horror ripples round the room. Frog face got the lot! RIGG sits there completely imperturbable.

SOLOMON
But there's a second will - there's a further document.

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MRS. WAULE
Yes, we have not yet heard the final wishes of the deceased.

MARY's face. Oh, God, she thinks. I'm responsible for what's going to happen now.

STANDISH picks up the other will.

STANDISH
The second most recent document revokes all the bequests of the earlier will. It leaves Stone Court and all the land in the parish of Lowick to Joshua Rigg, with the former conditions. But, the remainder of the estate is to be devoted to the erection and endowment of almshouses for old men, to be called Featherstone's Almshouses. There are no other bequests whatsoever.

JOSHUA RIGG gives a little satisfied nod when his bequest is mentioned.

The waves of shock are running through the gathering before STANDISH is finished, at the mention of the almshouses.

On "no other bequests whatsoever" see FRED's stunned expression, all his hopes dashed.

VINCY
The most unaccountable will I ever heard!

MRS. VINCY bursts into tears.

SOLOMON
If I'd known ...
ROSAMOND
Mother!
SOLOMON
... a wagon and six wouldn't have drawn me from Brassing!

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MRS. WAULE
Well it'll do him no good where he's gone. He was a bad man, and almshouses won't cover it!
VINCY
Come, Lucy.
MRS. VINCY
That vile hypocritical old man!
VINCY
Don't give way, Lucy, don't make a fool of yourself, my dear, before these people. Fred! Fred!
ROSAMOND [whispering]
Fred!

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3/20. EXT. STONE COURT. JUNE 1830. DAY.

JOSHUA RIGG, the new proprietor, nodding affably and seeing the furious RELATIVES off the premises as the new owner.

PEOPLE are getting furiously into carriages and whipping up horses.

MARY comes to FRED.

MARY
Fred! Fred! Be brave, Fred. I do believe you're better without the money.
FRED
That's all very well, but what's a fellow to do? I thought I'd be able to pay back your father at once and make everything right. And he's left you nothing too - what shall you do now?
MARY
Find another situation.
CALEB
Mary.
MARY
I'm sorry, Fred.

He stares after her as she leaves with Caleb and Mrs. Garth. What's she sorry about?

VINCY [from the carriage]
Fred! Fred! Damned bad day's work!

He's furious and very disappointed. MRS. VINCY in the carriage, fretting. ROSAMOND, lovely and apparently complacent as ever.


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3/21. EXT. STONE COURT. JUNE 1830. DAY.

VINCY and his family getting into their carriage.

MRS VINCY, still tearful, ROSAMOND, serene as ever. FRED too shattered to speak.

VINCY
Well, sir, I hope you've made your mind up now to go up and pass that examination. You built too much on your expectations, now you must face the consequences!
MRS. VINCY
Don't be too hard on the poor boy, it weren't his fault that wicked old man deceived him.
VINCY
Ha!

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3/22. INT. VINCY'S CARRIAGE. STONE COURT. JUNE 1830. DAY.

VINCY's carriage pulls away from Stone Court.

MRS. VINCY
Fred will turn out well yet, I know and where is there a girl like Rosamond? Dr. Lydgate, who could have had the highest in the land, he fell in love with her at once!
VINCY
The sooner that engagement's off, the better!
MRS. VINCY [on a wail]
Vincy! She's started buying in all the best linen and cambric ...
VINCY [interrupting]
I don't care! I shall have enough to do with this idle scamp, without paying for wedding clothes! Times are as bad as can be, machine breaking and I know not what, election coming and revolution for all I know, everybody's ruined, and I don't believe young Lydgate's got a farthing to his name, for all his grand connections! If be wants my daughter he can damn well make his own way first.
MRS. VINCY [near tears again]
Oh, Vincy!

ROSAMOND turns her head away and stares out at the landscape. VINCY glares in the opposite direction.

FRED looks as if he might cut his throat.


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3/23. INT. OLD INFIRMARY. JUNE 1830. DAY.

LYDGATE, all bounce and energy, comes striding through the ward.

CRABSTONE is preparing surgical instruments for an operation. The patient, NANCY NASH, lies on a bed nearby in some distress.

LYDGATE [to CRABSTONE, the house surgeon]
What's this, Crabstone?
CRABSTONE
Abdominal tumour, Dr. Lydgate. Her name's Nancy Nash. Patient of Dr. Minchin's.
LYDGATE [lovely bedside manner]
Good morning, Nancy, how do you feel?
NANCY
Bad, sir.
CRABSTONE
Dr. Minchin wants me to open her up and cut it out this morning.
LYDGATE
May I take a look, Nancy? I'll be as gentle as I can. Tell me when you feel it ... there? There? And when I do this? Hmmm. Thank you, Nancy.

LYDGATE turns to CRABSTONE, who has been standing there in a sort of "let's get on with it" stance.


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LYDGATE
It's not a tumour, it's cramp. Give her a blister and some steel mixture, and send her home to rest.
CRABSTONE
What's Dr. Minchin going to say about that? Cut her open, Crabstone, that's what he said to me.
LYDGATE [realising he's got himself into a spot]
All right, Crabstone. I'll speak to Dr. Minchin.

Oh, God, he thinks, this is going to be tricky.


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3/24. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH MAIN STREET. JUNE 1830. DAY.

LYDGATE with ROSAMOND. As her fiancee he's allowed much more freedom than before, so there's lots of touching.

They're in a street of rather grand town houses.

LYDGATE
I was as tactful as I know how to be, but Minchin took offence. He's refused to give his services to the new hospital ... well, we'll manage well enough in spite of him. I shall just have to spend more time there myself, that's all. The devil of it is, the work's unpaid.
[brightening]
Still, things can't last as they are: we'll have all sorts of reform soon, and all the young fellows will be glad to come and study here!
ROSAMOND
Tertius ...
LYDGATE
Yes, my darling.
ROSAMOND
Papa has been saying that our engagement must be given up.
LYDGATE [shocked]
But why? You don't want to give it up?
ROSAMOND
Oh, I never give up anything that I choose to do.
LYDGATE
Good!

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Her smile is ravishing.

They stop outside a large and impressive house, which is now vacant.

ROSAMOND
This is the house. It belonged to old Mrs. Bretton. Oh, I've always longed to live here and it's so near to the hospital, but Papa says it's too expensive for a doctor.

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LYDGATE
Say no more. I'll take it. It's absolutely the right thing. I wouldn't have you like Dr. Minchin's wife, in a poky little ill­ proportioned place. No, damn the expense. I'll use my patrimony. You shall have everything that is proper for a lady to have - it's degrading to be mean about such things.

ROSAMOND loves hearing all this.

LYDGATE
And Rosy - rather than defer our marriage ­ why not hasten it?
ROSAMOND [delighted]
Oh Tertius!
LYDGATE
You wouldn't mind about new clothes. Those can be bought afterwards!
ROSAMOND
I never heard of wedding clothes being bought after the marriage!
LYDGATE
You wouldn't deny me for the sake of a few clothes?
ROSAMOND
No!

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She's responding in quite a playful way, and of course she is a very cool determined character, but their mutual sexual attraction is very powerful. The most positive thing - ultimately the only positive thing - in their relationship.

LYDGATE
I shan't be happy till I've made you altogether mine.

Like a flower opening to him. The world goes busily on around them as they stand there in a trance of lust.

And music fades up and flowers around them, building to a crescendo as we cut to:


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3/25. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH CHURCH. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

LYDGATE and ROSAMOND, the happy couple, emerging on the church steps with FAREBROTHER, as vicar.

Nice to have the wedding at the central church in town (Farebrother's church, St. Boltoph's) with a large crowd of SPECTATORS watching and commenting.

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MRS. FLETT
Handsome couple, though. No denying that.
MRS. DOLLOP
Handsome is as handsome does. I wouldn't wed a girl of mine to that one. It's a well known fact he tried to cut up Mrs. Goby after she was dead.
MRS. FLETT
No! He never, did he?
MRS. DOLLOP
Poised over her with the knife when her brother burst in, I heard.
MRS. FLETT
No!
[pause]
Handsome, though.
MRS. DOLLOP
Oh, very handsome, very smart, the pair of 'em.

Higher up the social scale, we find MRS. PLYMDALE and MRS. BULSTRODE. BULSTRODE in shot too, though he's not part of their conversation.


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MRS. VINCY [ad lib] [taking Mr. Bulstrode away ]
Come and congratulate the bride and groom!
MRS. PLYMDALE
Not that I'm thankful for my Ned's sake, though he could afford to keep such a wife better than Dr. Lydgate, for all his grand ways. I've never liked it when strangers come into a town putting on airs.
MRS. BULSTRODE
My Nicholas was a stranger here once. Abraham and Moses were strangers in the land, and we are told to entertain strangers, are we not?
MRS. PLYMDALE
I wasn't speaking in a religious sense, Harriet.

The two lawyers, HAWLEY and STANDISH, strolling away.

HAWLEY
Mr. Brooke!
BROOKE
Good day to you!
HAWLEY
Vincy's had to dig deep in his pockets over this palaver.
STANDISH
You think he's got himself a bargain then?
HAWLEY
With Lydgate? No better than Brooke got when he bought himself "The Pioneer" and that young rogue he's got to edit it ... they say Brooke's putting up for Parliament, with his protege to puff him in "The Pioneer"!

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BROOKE and LADISLAW do make an odd pair, but they're both talking energetically, oblivious to anyone else as they walk to Brooke's carriage.

STANDISH
Who is he, then, the young sprig? Some loose fish from London I suppose.
HAWLEY
Name's Ladislaw. Some sort of foreigner I gather. He'll begin with a flourish about the Rights of Man and end up murdering some poor wench.
STANDISH [laughing]
Aye, I wouldn't wonder.

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3/27. INT/EXT. BROOKE'S CARRIAGE. LOWICK GROUNDS. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

BROOKE's coach on the road near the entrance to Lowick Manor.

LADISLAW [VO]
"The Pioneer" considers this to be a time when the crying needs of the country might overcome the modesty and reluctance to public action on the part of men of large experience of life, men whose minds have acquired breadth as well as concentration, dispassionateness tempered by intelligence and energy ... the name of Brooke of Tipton comes to mind in this connection, and the electors of Middlemarch would be fortunate indeed to secure the services of such a man ...

We hear BROOKE's amiable complacent voice over the rolling landscape.

BROOKE
Aye, Ladislaw, that's good, and to the point ... dispassionateness tempered by intelligence and energy. I like that. Yes, I like that very well.

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3/28. EXT. BROOKE'S CARRIAGE. LOWICK GROUNDS. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

The coach comes to a halt.

BROOKE
No wait! I've changed my mind. I'll come with you.
LADISLAW
Oh - there is a particular sketch I wanted to take within the churchyard.
BROOKE
Ah! I'll see you at dinner, then?
LADISLAW
With pleasure, sir.

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3/29. EXT. GROUNDS OF LOWICK. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

LADISLAW walks through the churchyard, his sketchbook under his arm.


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3/30. INT. LOWICK (HALL). AUGUST 1830. DAY.

LADISLAW has just been let in by PRATT the butler.

PRATT's quite a lively type who likes LADISLAW, not the pompous type of butler at all.

PRATT
Master's out, sir, but Mrs. Casaubon's in. She'd be glad to see you, I'm sure.

He's already leading the way there, a very short distance.

LADISLAW
Oh, very well; I wouldn't want to be a nuisance, though ...
PRATT
She's just in the library, sir.

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3/32. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

LADISLAW stands next to DOROTHEA.

DOROTHEA
I'm so glad to see you.
LADISLAW
I really just came for the chance of seeing you alone. I wanted to talk about things, like we did in Rome.
DOROTHEA
It seems strange how much I said to you then.
LADISLAW
I remember it all.

He picks up one the notebooks, grimaces, replaces it.

LADISLAW
And you spend all your days, shut up indoors, with these?
DOROTHEA
Not all my days. Not all the hours in any day. And I am happy to be here.
LADISLAW
You look so much paler than you did in Rome. Couldn't you get your husband a secretary? - then you could ride, and get your colour back.
DOROTHEA
How can you think of that? I should have no happiness if I didn't help him with his work.

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LADISLAW, not sure how to go forward, remembers his disastrous employment as CASAUBON's secretary. The ridiculousness of it makes him smile.

LADISLAW
Did you know I was his secretary for a while?
DOROTHEA [enjoying his good humour]
I should not have thought that post would have suited you.
LADISLAW
No - nor did it suit Mr. Casaubon.
DOROTHEA [smiling]
Perhaps you were not a steady enough worker.
LADISLAW [admitting it]
No.
[but wanting to get at Casaubon too ]
And I don't think Mr. Casaubon likes anyone to overlook his work and know too thoroughly what he's doing. Too uncertain of himself. I made the mistake of offering him my opinions. I am afraid he dislikes me because I too often ventured to disagree with him.
DOROTHEA [who wants to think well of them both]
And yet he overcame his dislike of you as far as his actions were concerned.
LADISLAW
Yes, he has shown a sense of justice in family matters. He understood what an abominable thing it was for my Grandmother to be disinherited, merely for falling in love with a poor man!
DOROTHEA
I wonder how she bore the change from wealth to poverty. Do you know much about her?

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LADISLAW
Well, she married for love. That's all. There is nothing to be said against my grandfather except that he was a Polish patriot who was forced to flee his homeland, and obliged to give music lessons for his living. For this alone was she disinherited. My mother ran away from her family too, to get her living ­ went on the stage, in fact. You see I come from rebellious blood on both sides.

His brilliant smile. One thing about him: he doesn't take himself too seriously.

DOROTHEA
And your father?
LADISLAW
I remember him very little - he died when I was very young. He inherited the musical talents - I remember him playing the violin - and I remember his slow walk and I remember his long thin hands. And I remember once he'd been lying in bed for a long time - I think he was very ill - and all I could think of was how hungry I was and how I only had a little piece of bread. He made himself known to Mr. Casaubon shortly before he died, and that was our last hungry day.

He genuinely remembers that moment, with that delight we get when we recall a moment from childhood we've forgotten.

DOROTHEA [absolutely riveted]
Such a different life from mine! I have always had too much of everything.
[pause ]
Do you really think you'll be satisfied working with my uncle?

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LADISLAW
Oh, for the time being, I think. There is work for me to do here. And I belong to nobody anywhere else. But if you think I shouldn't stay, then I will go.

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DOROTHEA
Why should I think that? I should like you to stay very much.

She doesn't realise he's in love with her. Not consciously, anyway. She doesn't realise she fancies him either.

LADISLAW
Then I will stay.

He rises, on impulse, looks out of the window, as if by her consent she has given him permission to conquer the world, and he can't wait to get on with it.

She suddenly feels anxious.

DOROTHEA
Perhaps you should be guided by Mr. Casaubon. I spoke without thinking of anything but my own feelings. Can't you wait now and mention it to him?
LADISLAW
No, I can't wait today. Your uncle is expecting me. I feel I need to use my body - a five mile walk to Tipton with the sun gleaming on the wet grass is just what I require!

She smiles again. She would never allow herself to think how his youth and virility contrasts with Casaubon, but that is what she is responding to.

He comes towards her. There's a lot of going on beneath the conscious level.

But all he does, of course, is take her hand.

LADISLAW
Goodbye
DOROTHEA
Goodbye.

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3/33. EXT. LOWICK GROUNDS. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

LADISLAW striding out over the wet grass, away from the road

On the road, CASAUBON's carriage.

LADISLAW sees CASAUBON. He's glad to have missed him.

He pauses for a moment, little smile, then strides on.

CASAUBON doesn't see LADISLAW. He's immersed, as usual, in his own preoccupations.


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3/36. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

CASAUBON sits down, rather heavily, in an easy chair. Though tired, he appears in a good mood.

DOROTHEA
Did you find the bishop well, Edward?
CASAUBON
Tolerably well, my dear. He was good enough to speak very handsomely of my recent pamphlet on the Egyptian Mysteries in terms which it would not become me to repeat.
DOROTHEA
That's wonderful news. I wish you had been here earlier.
CASAUBON
Why's that, my dear?
DOROTHEA
Because Mr. Ladislaw has been here. You missed him by only a few minutes.
CASAUBON
Indeed.

His calm is shattered. He feels uneasy, jealous, scared.

DOROTHEA [not realising this]
Yes - he was hoping to speak with you. It appears that Uncle has bought one of the Middlemarch newspapers, and has asked Mr. Ladislaw to conduct it for him. Now that he is independent of your financial support he is seeking some fixed occupation. He also said that he should like to stay in the neighbourhood, because nobody cares for him elsewhere.

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DOROTHEA smiles at him sweetly. You see, Edward, she implies, Will knows you care for him really; you're both nice chaps who are fond of each other deep down. CASAUBON, of course, interprets her remark quite differently.

She tails off rather because she has noticed his face.

CASAUBON
And did Mr. Ladislaw come on purpose to ask my opinion?

There's something savage and bitter in his tone, and in his look, too: George Eliot says "opening his eyes narrowly with a knife-edge look at Dorothea".

DOROTHEA
He didn't say that - but of course he expected me to tell you of it.

CASAUBON stares at her coldly for a moment, then slowly turns his head away from her.

She stares at him. She has no idea why he is so angry.


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3/41. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. AUGUST 1830. NIGHT.

CASAUBON in bed.

DOROTHEA sits by the side of the bed. There's a candle on the bedside table.

DOROTHEA
Would you like me to read to you, Edward?
CASAUBON
No, thank you; not at present.
DOROTHEA
Then may I talk to you a little?
CASAUBON
Certainly.
DOROTHEA
I've been thinking all day about money ­ that I have always had too much, and, especially now with your generosity, the prospect of too much ... I've been thinking about your Aunt Julia, how she was cut off from the family only because she married a man who was poor And about her grandson Will, your cousin - it isn't right that he should live in poverty while we are rich.
CASAUBON [who has tensed up at the first mention of money, and got worse at the first mention of Will]
And no doubt Mr. Ladislaw has been speaking to you on this subject.

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DOROTHEA
No! Edward, I know that you have done everything that you thought was right, but it seems to me that more than that is right. I believe that Mr. Ladislaw should be given the money that would enable him to take his true place in society - then he need not take on employment that might be beneath him.
[pause]
Edward? Well, surely he has a just claim.
CASAUBON
Dorothea, my love: this is not the first occasion, and it were well it were the last, on which you have assumed a judgment which is beyond your scope. It is not for you to interfere between me and Mr. Ladislaw, still less to encourage communications between him and you which constitute a criticism on my procedure.

All that, including "my love" in a cold implacable tone.

DOROTHEA feels rejected, worse: crushed.

CASAUBON snuffs out the candle.

Hear his voice over:

CASAUBON [VO in a tone of controlled savagery]
Dear Mr. Ladislaw, Mrs. Casaubon informs me that a proposal has been made for you.

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3/37. INT. PIONEER PRINTROOM. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

LADISLAW in shirtsleeves with CASAUBON's letter in his hand ...

CASAUBON [VO cont.]
Let me inform you that your acceptance of this proposal would be highly offensive to me. There are certain social fitnesses and proprieties which should hinder a near relation of mine from making himself conspicuous in this vicinity in a status far below my own. I must tell you that any persistence in this course must disqualify you from further reception at my house. Yours faithfully, Edward Casaubon.

And before we've heard the last words, we see LADISLAW crumple the letter and hurl it into the corner.

LADISLAW
Pompous old fool! I'm damned if I'll let you drive me away!
PRINTER
What was that, Mr. Ladislaw?
LADISLAW
Nothing, Jenkins. Freedom is a noble thing, eh?
PRINTER
It is, sir. And in short supply.

The papers rolling off the press.


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LADISLAW's intent gaze. His voice over:

LADISLAW [VO]
Dear Mr. Casaubon, you will pardon me for not seeing that my obligation to you should restrain me from living where I choose and maintaining myself by any lawful occupation that I choose.

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3/39. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. AUGUST 1830. NIGHT.

CASAUBON reads the letter from LADISLAW.

LADISLAW [VO cont.]
My conscience tells me I am doing nothing wrong. If yours forbids you to receive me in your house again, so be it. I remain, with deep regret, yours in persistent obligation, Will Ladislaw.

CASAUBON lays the letter aside.

He is coldly furious.


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3/43. EXT. QUALLINGHAM ESTATE. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

LYDGATE and ROSAMOND in an open carriage. The honeymoon couple. Very pleased with themselves and each other.

The carriage comes round a bend and they get their first prospect of the house, which is grander than Freshitt.

ROSAMOND is gobstruck.

ROSAMOND
Tertius! You never told me how beautiful Quallingham was ... What is it like inside? Is it full of lovely things?
LYDGATE
There will be one exceptionally lovely thing in it tonight.
ROSAMOND
Oh! Did you stay here often as a child?
LYDGATE
Quite often, yes. Particularly when Sir Godwin became my guardian after my father died.

The wedding night had been no disappointment, we may infer. The lineaments of gratified desire are much in evidence, and LYDGATE's mood of lazy sensuality is evident in the next scene.


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3/44. INT. QUALLINGHAM. DINING ROOM. AUGUST 1830. NIGHT 35 (2038).
LYDGATE [VO]
I think you'll like my uncle - he's a good­ natured old fellow, but I'm afraid my cousin's a bore.

Big table, FOOTMEN, very grand.

ROSAMOND a bit overawed but looking very lovely. LYDGATE, SIR GODWIN LYDGATE, in his fifties, thin, clearly aristocratic but very down to earth in his manner. CAPTAIN LYDGATE in dress uniform - good looking in a heavy featured fleshy way. Fancies ROSAMOND.

SIR GODWIN
So, how d'ye like Quallingham now you've seen all round it, eh?
ROSAMOND
Oh, I like it very much, sir - I think it is the loveliest place I have ever been in.
SIR GODWIN
Do you? Do you? You have a lusher countryside in Loamshire I understand.
ROSAMOND
No, no, indeed, Sir Godwin - I could happily walk around Quallingham for weeks together.

SIR GODWIN is pleased with her enthusiasm, in a mild sort of way, though the only opinion he really cares about is his own. ROSAMOND feels encouraged and goes a bit over the top.

ROSAMOND
Oh, if I were ever to live here ... I think I should die from happiness!

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SIR GODWIN
Really? Indeed? Well we don't want that, do we?

Pretty little thing TERTIUS has got himself, but obviously a complete idiot, he concludes.

SIR GODWIN
Intend continuing in Middlemarch then, Tertius, eh?
LYDGATE
Yes, I thought so, sir.

God, he's thinking, ROSY's lovely.

SIR GODWIN [sort of quizzical, not pompous]
Country sawbones in a manufacturing town? Odd sort of profession for a gentleman. Hm?

LYDGATE smiles. He won't be drawn.

ROSAMOND
I would like us to remove to London, Sir Godwin, or perhaps to Bath.
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Bath's an amusin' place. But it's damp. It's full of gouty Admirals; doctors make a fortune there.
LYDGATE [lazy superiority]
Middlemarch has more interest to me. We the opportunity to make the town and hospital a model in medical care that the whole of Europe might envy.
CAPTAIN LYDGATE [also not interested]
Really.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE turns his lazy eye on ROSAMOND.


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CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Good huntin' round about I understand. Might come and visit you one day.

He wouldn't mind seeming a bit more of LYDGATE's pretty wife.

ROSAMOND
Oh, yes, please do, Captain Lydgate. Come and stay with us. We should be delighted to receive you!
[little pause]
Wouldn't we, Tertius?
LYDGATE
Oh ... yes. Yes. Yes, of course.

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3/47. INT. FRESHITT. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

Through the drawing room window, we can see DOROTHEA and CELIA in the garden. In the drawing room, MRS.CADWALLADER, LADY CHETTAM and SIR JAMES are having tea.

And now we're with MRS CADWALLADER.

MRS. CADWALLADER
What about this new nonsense of Brooke's? Does he really mean to stand for Parliament? He'll be roasted alive at the hustings!
CHETTAM
He brings it upon himself. He's the worst landlord in the county. I do think one is bound to do the best one can for one's land and tenants, especially in these hard times. I want him to take Caleb Garth on again as his agent - he got rid of Garth twelve years ago, and everything's been going wrong since. I think of getting Garth to manage for me - he's an excellent man.
LADY CHETTAM
If Dorothea had kept near her uncle there might have been some hope for him. But now Casaubon takes her up almost entirely.
MRS. CADWALLADER [looking at DOROTHEA]
Well: if she can visit her nephew she can visit her uncle. Someone, at any rate, has got to teach that man some sense.

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3/48. EXT. TIPTON. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

CHETTAM's carriage drawing up outside Brooke's house.

DOROTHEA [VO]
Are you sure you won't come in with me, James?
CHETTAM [VO]
No, I think you'll do better on your own, Dorothea. But do remember, we must be cruel to be kind.

He used to be in love with her and still has a special feeling for her. Admires her very much still.


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3/49. INT. TIPTON. LIBRARY. AUGUST 1830. DAY.
BROOKE [OOV]
Let us get this into next week's editorial.

BROOKE and LADISLAW working.

The door opens.

DOROTHEA and LADISLAW stare at each other. He is much overcome by seeing her unexpectedly. She goes to him and takes him by the hand.

DOROTHEA
Mr. Ladislaw.
LADISLAW
Mrs. Casaubon.
BROOKE
Dorothea!
BROOKE
Well!

It's a bit of a moment, more for him than for her. She turns to BROOKE.

DOROTHEA
I hear you are going to engage Mr. Garth who praised my cottage designs!
BROOKE
Ah! Well! No! Now! Did Chettam say that? He's a little hasty, you know: I never said I should do any such thing.

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DOROTHEA
But I know you will, for you mean to enter Parliament as a member who cares for progress, and how could you do that while your tenants live in filth and squalor?
BROOKE
Ah come on ...
DOROTHEA
Well think of Kit Downs, Uncle. He lives with his wife and seven children in the back kitchen, leaving the other rooms to the rats.

MRS. KELL, the housekeeper, comes in and rescues BROOKE for the moment.

BROOKE
Yes, what is it, Mrs. Kell?
MRS KELL
The keeper's caught Dagley's boy, sir, with a leveret fresh killed.
BROOKE
Has he? A leveret? Well, I must talk to the boy's father ...
[to DOROTHEA]
Now, Dorothea, will you come with me as far as Dagley's cottage?
DOROTHEA
Yes, of course, Uncle?
BROOKE
I shall let him off lightly. Now you stay here while I talk to the keeper. Where is he?
MRS KELL [ad lib]
He's out here, sir.
BROOKE [ad lib]
What's he doing at the front of the house?

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MRS KELL [ad lib]
Well, that's where they found him ...

Off goes BROOKE.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 3M6
T/C In: 04:31:13

LADISLAW
You did know that Mr. Casaubon has forbidden me to visit you?
DOROTHEA
No, no, I did not know. I am very sorry. Do you still intend to stay at Tipton?
LADISLAW
Yes ... I shall hardly ever see you now, or hear what you are doing.
DOROTHEA
No, but I shall hear of you, from my uncle. And as for what I shall be doing .... my life is very simple. I am always at Lowick.
LADISLAW
That is a terrible imprisonment!

Music Cue - 3M6
T/C Out: 04:31:52
Duration: 00'39"

He didn't really mean to say it, it just came out.

DOROTHEA
Please don't say that. I have no longings. Except ...
LADISLAW [eagerly]
Except what?
DOROTHEA
Except that I wish I hadn't so much more than my share, without really doing anything for others.
LADISLAW
My religion is to love what is good and beautiful when I see it. But I am a rebel I don't feel bound, as you do, to submit to what I do not like.

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He just thinks she's so lovely. She's what's good and beautiful, for him. She is unaware of his desire for her as she is of his sexual attractiveness for her. But something disturbs her enough to make her break off here:

DOROTHEA
How long my uncle is - I must go and look for him!

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3/50. EXT. TIPTON ESTATE. MUDDY LANE TO DAGLEY'S COTTAGE. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

BROOKE and DOROTHEA are in a one-pony trap.

BROOKE
Chettam finds fault with me over gates and repairs. He wants me to go fancy farming, but I'd like to know another landlord who's as easy over rent arrears as I've been. I'm very easy, uncommonly easy, I'm well known for going easy, I'm treasured for it.
DOROTHEA
I know it Uncle, but if the whole estate were under proper professional management ...
BROOKE
Yes, yes, well, well, I want you to stay here.

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3/51. EXT. DAGLEY COTTAGE. AUGUST 1830. DAY.

DAGLEY has been to the pub, which has not improved his temper.

His cottage is of course a total slum, falling to bits. Front door open. His dog lies on the front step.

His dog growls threateningly at BROOKE who is coming in through the garden gate which is also hanging precariously on its hinges.

BROOKE
Ah, Dagley, my good fellow! I'd like a word with you.
DAGLEY [turning]
What? Mr. Brooke, is it?

He is in a horrible temper, and drunk enough not to give a damn what he says.

BROOKE who prides himself on his easy way with his tenants, ignores this:

BROOKE
Yes, well, Dagley I'm sorry to say that your little lad, Jacob, has been caught poaching. Now all I have done is have him shut in the empty stable for an hour or so just to frighten him, and you must give him a reprimand, you know.
DAGLEY
No I won't.

MRS. DAGLEY appears in the doorway.

BROOKE [a bit relieved to see her]
Good day to you, Mrs. Dagley?

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But DAGLEY is advancing on him, not threatening, exactly, but shoving his face very close: his breath is not too sweet and he spits a bit when he talks.

DAGLEY
I'm damned if I'll leather my boy to please you, not if you were twenty landlords i'stead of one!
BROOKE
Now, I did not mean the stick, Dagley, not the stick, you know.
DAGLEY
Stick, is it? You talk of stick on these premises! You won't give a stick towards mending! Worst landlord in the county!
MRS. DAGLEY
Dagley, hold your tongue.
[to BROOKE ]
He's been to market, sir, and taken liquor, he's heard about reform, sir, he don't mean any harm.
DAGLEY
Come the Rinform, it's you and your likes'll be sent scuttling!
MRS. DAGLEY
Dagley!

DAGLEY becomes even more fierce.

DAGLEY
I've lived upon your ground from my father and grandfather afore me, and have dropped our money into it. And me and my children might lie for top dressing and rot in the ground that we can't find the money to buy ...
BROOKE [interrupting]
Now, Dagley, you're drunk, you know, we'll talk another time, you know, another time ... good day to you Mrs. Dagley ...

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He's retreating.

DAGLEY
Aye, that's it, go on, get out of it! Make yourself scarce!

It might be nice if the dogs are squaring up a bit by now ...

BROOKE
Now, now, this is not the way at all you know ...

He's outside now, rejoining DOROTHEA, who's been watching in some anxiety.

DOROTHEA
What's happened, Uncle?
BROOKE
We chose a bad time. The man is the worse for drink, I'm afraid. He was most uncouth, quite overstepped the mark ... but you know, my dear, reflecting on Chettam's notion that Garth should take over the management, you see he has an eye for detail, while I ... I, I take a broader view ...

DAGLEY's dog is still barking till they're out of sight. DAGLEY and his wife have started to quarrel.

DOROTHEA [smiling]
It would be an excellent idea, Uncle!

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NEW SCENE : INT. LYDGATE'S DRAWING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1830. DAY.

LYDGATE at his desk, going through a pile of bills.

Jesus, he thinks. God, he thinks, I don't remember spending that. What can all this add up to? Doesn't bear thinking about. All necessary expenses, anyway. Well, let 'em wait a bit. I have to wait for people to pay my bills.


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3/52. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. SEPIEMBER 1830. DAY.

They've bought the imposing residence they were looking at earlier, and now we see ROSAMOND going up to the steps and coming in, with a SERVANT carrying parcels.


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3/53. INT. LYDGATE'S DRAWING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1830. DAY.
ROSAMOND [ad lib - OOV]
Thank you, Parsons. Will you take these up to my bedroom, please?
PARSONS [ad lib - OOV]
Yes, ma'am. And I've unpacked the glasses and put them there ...
ROSAMOND [OOV]
Oh, how lovely!

LYDGATE shoves the bills back in the drawer, just as ROSAMOND calls:

ROSAMOND [OOV cont.]
Tertius? Tertius?

She comes in, smiling.

ROSAMOND
Tertius, look, don't you think this the prettiest pattern you ever saw?
LYDGATE
Rosy. More dress material?
ROSAMOND [playfully]
I see you bought the dearest wine glasses after all!

She holds it up against her lovely neck. He smiles.

ROSAMOND
It wasn't expensive, Tertius. And look, it does suit me, doesn't it?

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LYDGATE [smiling]
You will ruin me.
ROSAMOND
It's lovely!

He stands and goes to her. Takes her in his arms.

LYDGATE
It becomes you very well.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 3M7
T/C In: 04:36:50

He takes it from her and throws it across the room.

ROSAMOND
Tertius. Careful. Careful.

He takes her face in his hands and kisses her passionately.

LYDGATE
You'll ruin me. Ruin me.

He starts undoing buttons, reaches inside to caress her breast.

She gives a little gasp. She's laughing, a bit, they're both very hot for each other. Perhaps we should say he's very hot for her, she's utterly compliant.

He picks her up, carries her over to the chaise tongue, and starts making love to her.

LYDGATE
Ah ... ruin me.
ROSAMOND
Oh, Tertius!

Music Cue - 3M7
T/C Out: 04:37:23
Duration: 00'33"


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3/54. EXT. GARTH HOUSE. SEPTEMBER 1830. DAY, DUSK.

It's a warm evening in September, so the GARTHS might well be in the garden:

MRS. GARTH and MARY at their sewing, LETTY is drawing. CALEB is doing some calculations in a notebook.

Farebrother's coming up the orchard walk.

MRS. GARTH
Oh, Mr. Farebrother!
FAREBROTHER
Evening, Mrs. Garth. Caleb.
CALEB
Mr. Farebrother.
FAREBROTHER
Mary, Alfred, Ben. How's Letty?
LETTY
Very well thank you, sir.
FAREBROTHER
Good! I come as an envoy, Mrs. Garth, from poor Fred Vincy.
CALEB
We haven't seen the lad for months. I couldn't think what was become of him.
FAREBROTHER
He's been away on a visit, because home was a little too hot for him. Yesterday, he came and poured himself out to me.

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FAREBROTHER
He asked me to come and tell you that he's going away again, and that he's so miserable about his debt to you, and his inability to pay, he can't bare to come here himself, not even to say "Goodbye".
MRS. GARTH
I'm not surprised.
CALEB [huge smile]
Tell him it doesn't signify a farthing, for I'm to be as rich as Croesus!
FAREBROTHER
No.
CALEB
Oh, yes, indeed!
MRS. GARTH
Well, rich enough to educate Alfred and to keep Mary at home.
FAREBROTHER
Good!
CALEB
Thanks to Sir James Chettam, I'm going to be agent for two estates, Freshitt and Tipton, and a bit of Lowick besides.
FAREBROTHER
I'm delighted for you, Caleb: this is just the sort of news to carry to Fred Vincy.

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3/62. EXT. LOWICK. YEW TREE WALK. LATE AFTERNOON. DECEMBER 1830. DAY.

The rooks are cawing - a feel of endings. Long shadows.

See LYDGATE arriving on horseback ... a SERVANT holds his horse, and points the way to the Yew Tree Walk.

DOROTHEA at a window, looks down, a princess imprisoned in the gloomy castle.

LYDGATE doesn't see her. He strides in to the Yew Tree Walk, and sees CASAUBON, his characteristic walk, slightly stooped, slow, hands behind his back.

LYDGATE hesitates. Poor old sod, he thinks.

CASAUBON turns.

LYDGATE
Mr. Casaubon
CASAUBON
Dr. Lydgate. I am exceedingly obliged to you.

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3/63. EXT. LOWICK. YEW TREE WALK. LATER. DECEMBER 1830. DAY.

LYDGATE and CASAUBON walk towards the house.

CASAUBON
My life, Dr. Lydgate, derives a possible importance through my work, a "Key to All Mythologies", at present uncompleted. It is, I believe, all that I will be remembered for, and - were it necessary - I would wish to leave it behind me in such a state that it might be committed to the press by ... others. You have not implied that my symptoms are those of a fatal disease, but were it so, such knowledge would be very ... useful to me.
LYDGATE
Mr. Casaubon, with diseases of the heart it is particularly difficult to predict with certainty - you may live a comfortable life for another fifteen years, but ... it is my duty to tell you that death is often sudden.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 3M8
T/C In: 04:40:23

Eliot says "When the commonplace 'we all must die' transforms itself suddenly into the acute consciousness 'I must die - and soon', then death grapples us, and his fingers are cruel".

CASAUBON [after a pause]
I see. One thing more I have to ask you: did you communicate what you have now told me to Mrs. Casaubon?
LYDGATE
As to the possible issues? Yes, I did.

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3M8 continues

CASAUBON
Thank you. Such a rare and beautiful day. Thank you, Doctor Lydgate. I thank you.

He turns back to walk towards the lake. The rooks calling.


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3M8 continues

3/64. EXT. LOWICK. A LITTLE LATER. DECEMBER 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA looks out of the window to see CASAUBON walking by the lake, his head bowed.


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3/65. INT. LOWICK. HALL. STILL LATE AFTERNOON. DECEMBER 1830. DAY.

Music Cue - 3M8
T/C Out: 04:41:49
Duration: 01'26"
[3M8 breaks for 42", restarting in Sc.3/67]

CASAUBON comes into the gloomy hall.

A shaft of light from the doorway, he is making his slow way towards the study as DOROTHEA runs downstairs to him.

She takes his arm. He lets her do it but he doesn't offer it. Stands there with his hands behind his back, waiting for her to let go. "It is in these trivialities that the seeds of joy are wasted".

After a long pause, she slowly looses her fingers from his arm, and he shuffles away towards the library, and shuts the door.


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3/67. INT. LOWICK. LANDING AND STAIRS. DECEMBER 1830. NIGHT.

3M8 restarts
T/C In: 04:42:30

CASAUBON coming slowly up the stairs. Creak, creak.

DOROTHEA at the top. He looks up.

CASAUBON
Dorothea. Were you waiting for me?
DOROTHEA
Yes - I didn't like to disturb you.

He's reached the stairs, and now he does let her take his arm properly.

CASAUBON
Come, my dear, come. You are young, and should not expend your life by watching.

And they go along the gloomy darkening corridor, away from us, together.


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3/68. EXT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. DECEMBER 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA's carriage draws up outside.

The MAN comes round and opens the door for her.

Music Cue - 3M8
T/C Out: 04:43:46
Duration: 01'16"
Total duration: 02'41"

Song
Alma del Core
by Antonio Caldara
T/C In: 04:44:48

As she goes up the steps, we can hear singing from inside, and a piano. Two voices, a man's and a woman's.


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Song continues

3/69. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL. DECEMBER 1830. DAY.

All very smart. DOROTHEA is waiting.

A MAIDSERVANT comes down the stairs. Another burst of piano playing and laughter, again two voices.

MAIDSERVANT
Dr. Lydgate? He's not at home ma'am, but Mrs. Lydgate will be very happy to receive you, Mrs. Casaubon.
DOROTHEA
Thank you.

She follows the MAIDSERVANT up the stairs. Smart new pictures, etc.

And into the drawing room.


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3/70. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. DECEMBER 1830. DAY.

Alma del Core
T/C Out: 04:44:40
Duration: 00'52"

It's a large room with tall windows.

ROSAMOND comes to greet DOROTHEA, looking as lovely as ever.

LADISLAW is right over by the window with the light behind him, just a sort of shimmering presence.

MAIDSERVANT
Mrs. Casaubon, ma'am.
ROSAMOND
Mrs. Casaubon. You're very welcome.
DOROTHEA
Thank you for allowing me to interrupt you. I am anxious to see Dr. Lydgate if possible - I hoped you might tell me where I could find him, or even allow me to wait for him, if you expect him soon.
ROSAMOND
He is at the new hospital. I am not sure how soon he will come home. Shall I send for him?
LADISLAW [coming forward]
Will you let me go and fetch him?
DOROTHEA [putting out her hand]
Mr. Ladislaw. I'm sorry - I didn't know it was you. I ... I had not thought of seeing you here.
LADISLAW
Well. May I be of service? May I go to the hospital and fetch him?

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DOROTHEA's all confused. What is LADISLAW doing here? (I think at a deeply unconscious level DOROTHEA thinks: what's my lover doing with another woman?)

DOROTHEA
No. I - thank you, but I wish to lose no time before getting back home. I will drive to the Hospital myself and see him there. Please excuse me, Mrs. Lydgate. I am very much obliged to you. - Thank you. Goodbye.
ROSAMOND
Goodbye.

And she goes out.

ROSAMOND looks at LADISLAW with raised eyebrows.

LADISLAW's a bit distressed. At a much more conscious level, he feels his best girl's caught him fooling around.

ROSAMOND
I am very envious of your acquaintance with Mrs. Casaubon. Is she very clever?
LADISLAW
Well, I've never thought about it.
LADISLAW
I must go too - it's always fatal to have music interrupted.

He looks irritated, and he is.

ROSAMOND
Oh well. Do come again, some evening. Tertius will like to hear the music; and I find I cannot enjoy it so well without him.

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NEW SCENE : EXT. NEW HOSPITAL. DAY.

Establisher.


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3/71a. INT. NEW HOSPITAL. OFFICE/DISPENSARY. DECEMBER 1830. DAY.

DOROTHEA and LYDGATE in an office or dispensary that looks out over a busy ward through windows.

DOROTHEA
And you are certain that there is no further cause for anxiety, no marked deterioration? I thought he seemed ... diminished, somehow.
LYDGATE
In his mind, rather than his body. Each of us knows that we must die, but when we must grasp it as a certainty ... even the most devout must feel a certain terror.
DOROTHEA
Yes. I am sure you are right.

A little pause. She thinks: I should have understood. But she doesn't want to get weepy on LYDGATE, so she rallies.

DOROTHEA
This is a fine place, Dr. Lydgate, you must be very happy to have charge of it.
LYDGATE
Yes, this ... there's everything to be done here. The other medical men have set themselves against it. But, well, they'll come round in time. And then there's money too. Bulstrode can't be expected to foot all the bills, and half the town seem to delight in thwarting him, and me.
DOROTHEA
Why is that?

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LYDGATE
Bulstrode's unpopular. People don't like his religious tone, and I gather half of Middlemarch is in debt to him. As to myself: well, my colleagues don't like it that Bulstrode has put the medical direction in my charge. So they not only refuse to cooperate, but try to blacken the whole affair and hinder subscriptions.
DOROTHEA
How very petty of them!

DOROTHEA bristles at the thought of injustice, and smoulders for a moment.

LYDGATE
There's no stifling the offence of being young and a newcomer and happening to know something more than the old inhabitants.
DOROTHEA
I should like to help you, if I can. I could spare two hundred pounds a year for a purpose like this ... a hospital where everyone can come without fear of expense, in confidence of the most modern care!
LYDGATE
You're very generous, Mrs. Casaubon.
DOROTHEA
It makes me happy! And how happy you must be, to awake each morning knowing that you have the power of doing so much good each day! I wish I could awake each morning with that knowledge.

LYDGATE often wakes up thinking how am I going to pay the butcher. Yes, he thinks. I ought to feel happy.

LYDGATE
Yes. I should remember that more often.

He smiles back at her.


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3/72. INT. LYDGATE'S DRAWING ROOM. DECEMBER 1830. NIGHT.

ROSAMOND doing a bit of needlework.

LYDGATE reading, but he puts the book down. Smiles a bit to himself.

ROSAMOND
What are you thinking?

He holds out his hand to her.

And she comes to the sofa and snuggles up to him.

He starts stroking and caressing her. She loves this, like a purry cat.

LYDGATE
I'm thinking about a great fellow, who was about as old as I am three hundred years ago.
ROSAMOND
I can't guess.
LYDGATE
I'll tell you. His name was Vesalius. He was a great anatomist. He taught us most of what we know in that field. But the only way he could study was to go at night and snatch bodies from graveyards, or places of execution.
ROSAMOND
Oh, how horrible. I hope he is not one of your great heroes else we shall have you getting up in the middle of the night to go to St Peter's church yard. You know how angry the people were about Mrs. Goby. You have enemies enough already.

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LYDGATE
And so had Vesalius, Rosy. No wonder the medical fogies in Middlemarch are jealous. All the other doctors were against Vesalius, but he was right, and he proved it, for all they called him a liar and a poisonous monster, and for all his body snatching.
ROSAMOND
And what happened to him in the end?
LYDGATE
He had to fight throughout his life. Then he got shipwrecked, just as he was coming from Jerusalem to take a great chair in Padua. He died rather miserably.

Pause. They are both thinking their separate thoughts.

ROSAMOND
Tertius.
LYDGATE
Mm?
ROSAMOND
D'you know I often wish that you hadn't been a medical man?
LYDGATE
Don't say that, Rosy. That's like saying you wish you had married another man.
ROSAMOND
No, not at all - you are clever enough for anything - you could easily have been something else. And all your cousins at Quallingham think that you have sunk below them in your choice of a profession.
LYDGATE
The cousins at Quallingham may go to the devil!

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ROSAMOND
Still. I do not think it is a nice profession.
LYDGATE [gravely]
It is the grandest profession in the world, Rosamond. And to say that you love me without loving the medical man in me, is the same as saying you like eating a peach but you don't like its flavour. Don't say that again, dear, it pains me.

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3/76. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MARCH 1831. DAY.
CASAUBON leads DOROTHEA into the library. His notebooks are carefully arranged across his desk.
CASAUBON
Today I propose the first step in a process of condensation which I have long had in view, and which will require much intensive labour from you, my dear, both now and in the future.

DOROTHEA's face. He's giving her a life sentence.

DOROTHEA
What would you like me to do?
CASAUBON
Start here, with the Egyptians. No - here with the Greeks. You will oblige me, my dear, if you will read each passage aloud, and where I say 'mark' you will make a - a cross with a pencil.
DOROTHEA [half-hearted]
Very well.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 3M9
T/C In: 04:51:49

CASAUBON
Then let us begin at once. I have deferred it too long, and I would gladly see it completed.

DOROTHEA opens the notebook and begins to read:

DOROTHEA
The cultivation of monastic, aesthetic, and mystical traditions as noted by Iraneus of Lyons.link to note

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3M9 continues

CASAUBON
Mark.
DOROTHEA
The theory of revelation as practised during the archaic and classical periods.
CASAUBON
Pass.
DOROTHEA
The critical approach to Greek religion inaugerated by Theagines of Rhegium and Hekataios in the Sixth Centry B.C.
CASAUBON
Mark.

The task seems Herculean, hopeless.

[We then dissolve to:]


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3M9 continues

3/76a. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MARCH 1831. NIGHT. LATER.

DOROTHEA sits marking the notebooks. She looks tired and depressed. CASAUBON, by contrast, paces the library energetically. His mine "was more alert, and he seemed to anticipate what was coming after a very slight verbal indication ... DOROTHEA was amazed to think of the bird-like speed with which his mind was surveying the ground where it had been creeping for years".

CASAUBON
Pass on the next heading. I omit the second excursus on the solar cults.

DOROTHEA marks the passage accordingly.

CASAUBON
You now begin to perceive distinctly, my dear, the principle upon which the selection is made, my dear?
DOROTHEA [feeling sick at heart]
Yes - I think I do, Edward.
CASAUBON
Good. Let us pass on to the Etruscans.

He picks up the next notebook and hands it to DOROTHEA.


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3M9 continues

3/78. EXT. LOWICK. MARCH 1831. NIGHT.

The dark bulk of Lowick. Outside, the nocturnal creatures scurry. A fox barks unseen; the squawking of some disturbed game bird.


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3/79. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MARCH 1831. NIGHT.

Music Cue - 3M9
T/C Out: 04:53:16
Duration: 01'27"

CASAUBON apparently dozing in a chair by the fire, in some huge dreadful dressing gown perhaps, makes a sort of sudden groaning sound that wakes DOROTHEA.

DOROTHEA
Are you ill, Edward?
CASAUBON
I feel some discomfort.

He manages a stoical smile. DOROTHEA gets out of bed and goes to him.

DOROTHEA
Can I do anything for you?
CASAUBON
My love, I have a request to make.
DOROTHEA
What is it?
CASAUBON
That you will tell me whether, in the event of my death, you will carry out my wishes. Whether you will avoid doing what I should deprecate, and do what I should desire.

He's very intense. His eyes are staring. Despite his feebleness we feel the deep-eyed inner fire she sensed when she first met him. But it's a pale fire, a sick one, it

She hesitates.


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CASAUBON
You refuse?
DOROTHEA
No, I do not refuse - but it is too solemn - I think it is not right - to make a promise when I am ignorant what it will bind me to. Will you not tell me what you have in mind?
CASAUBON
I see you would use your own judgment: I ask you to obey mine; you refuse.
DOROTHEA
I desire with my whole soul to do what will comfort you. But I cannot make a pledge I do not understand. Grant me till tomorrow? Please Edward, I beg you.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 3M10
T/C In: 04:55:08

Pause. Then he nods his head once.

CASAUBON
Till tomorrow, then.

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3M10 continues

3/80. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MARCH 1831. NIGHT.

DOROTHEA cannot sleep. She goes over to Casaubon's notebooks, and sits down.

CASAUBON sleeping and breathing heavily in bed. His still profile.


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3M10 continues

3/81. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MARCH 1831. MORNING. DAY.

It's light in the room, and at last DOROTHEA's sound asleep in the chair.

She wakes, and CASAUBON is not there.

TANTRIPP comes in.

TANTRIPP
Ma'am.
DOROTHEA
Is Mr. Casaubon risen?
TANTRIPP
This half hour, ma'am. He said that he would await your answer in the garden - in that place where he goes to write.
DOROTHEA
Quickly, Tantripp, I must dress.

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3M10 continues

3/82. EXT. LOWICK. MARCH 1831. DAY.

See DOROTHEA come out of the house. She waits a moment before heading for the Yew Tree Walk.


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3/84. EXT. LOWICK. YEW TREE WALK. MARCH 1831. DAY.

Chilly morning. The rooks are cawing. A wind through the trees.

DOROTHEA holds a shawl round her as she hurries down the path. No sign of him yet.

She half runs then slows as she sees CASAUBON in the summerhouse, slumped over the table.

DOROTHEA
Edward? I am come. I am ready.

Music Cue - 3M10
T/C Out: 04:57:31
Duration: 02'23"

She goes closer.

DOROTHEA
Edward?

He's dead. I think she knows, but still, crying, she leans down to him, puts her cheek close to his.

DOROTHEA
Edward. Edward. Wake, dear. I am here now.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 3M11
T/C In: 04:58:09

Long shot, I think, down the Walk, of the little tableau in the summerhouse.

The rooks cawing. The wind in the trees.

Music Cue - 3M11
T/C Out: 04:58:25
Duration: 00'16"

[Cut to black and credit roller at 04:58.'24]


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Closing Title Music
T/C In: 04:58:28

[Credits roller - white on black background - appears at 04:58:28]

END TITLES

CAST in order of appearance

Mary Garth RACHEL POWER

Peter Featherstone MICHAEL HORDERN

Mrs Waule FREDA DOWIE

Solomon Featherstone TONY ROHR

Mrs Garth GABRIELLE LLOYD

Caleb Garth CLIVE RUSSELL

Mrs Vincy JACQUELINE TONG

Rosamond Vincy TREVYN McDOWELL

Fred Vincy JONATHAN FIRTH

Dr Lydgate DOUGLAS HODGE

Mayor Vincy STEPHEN MOORE

Mrs Cadwallader ELIZABETH SPRIGGS

Celia CAROLINE HARKER

Sir James Chettam JULIAN WADHAM

Arthur Brooke ROBERT HARDY


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Closing Title Music continues

Dorothea JULIET AUBREY

Rev Edward Casaubon PATRICK MALAHIDE

Will Ladislaw RUFUS SEWELL

Mr Standish RONALD HINES

Joshua Rigg JONATHAN HACKETT

Nancy Nash GINNETTE CLARKE

Mr Crabstone EDWARD HARBOUR

Rev Farebrother SIMON CHANDLER

Mrs Dollop PAM FERRIS

Mrs Flett PATRICIA HEALEY

Mrs Bulstrode ROSEMARY MARTIN

Mrs Plymdale PATTI LOVE

Nicholas Bulstrode PETER JEFFREY

Mr Hawley COLUM CONVEY

Pratt ROGER MILNER

Jenkins GEOFFREY WILKINSON

Sir Godwin Lydgate GEOFFREY TOONE

Captain Lydgate JEREMY SINDEN

Lady Chettam MARY HANEFEY


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Closing Title Music continues

Mrs Kell FANNY CARBY

Dagley ANDREW TIERNAN

Mrs Dagley JANE HOLLOWOOD

Alfred Garth NATHAN VALENTE

Letty Garth SOPHIE JEFFERY

Ben Garth BEN JEFFERY

Lydgate's Maid EMILY WOOF

Tantripp SUSAN PORRETT

[Crew credits start at 04:59:01]

Production Manager JULIE EDWARDS

First Assistant Director ROB EVANS

Location Managers SAM BRECKMAN JEFF GOLDING

Script Supervisor JANE GRIFFITHS

Construction Manager BARRY MOLL

Production Buyer SARA RICHARDSON

Sound Recordist DICK BOULTER

Casting GAIL STEVENS

[Heads of Dept credits start at 04:59:08]

Associate Producer ALISON GEE


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Music Composed by STANLEY MYERS CHRISTOPHER GUNNNING

Make-up Designer DEANNE TURNER

Costume Designer ANUSHIA NIERADZIK

Film Editor PAUL TOTHILL

Script Editor SUSIE CHAPMAN

Production Designer GERRY SCOTT

Photographed by BRIAN TUFANO BSC

A BBC-TV Production in association with WGBH/Boston

Executive Producer for WGBH REBECCA EATON

Executive Producer for BBC MICHAEL WEARING

[Roller ends with above credit]

Closing Title Music
T/C Out 04:59:30
Duration: 01'02"

[Final credits cuts up at 04:59:26]

"Middlemarch"

BBC

[c] BBC MCMXCIV

[Final credit fades to black at 04:59:31]

[END OF EPISODE THREE]


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POST-PRODUCTION SCRIPT [...] UK VERSION Programme Number: 50/LDL R334A/01X [...] BBC TELEVISION Tape No: DR 21166 Programme Dur: 58'58"

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 4

-------------------------­

PRODUCER ... LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producers ... ALISON GEE
... CAROLE BISSET
Script Editor ... SUSIE CHAPMAN

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ... SAM DRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
PA/Script Supervisor ... JANE GRIFFITHS
Co-ordinator ... UNA SAPLAMIDES
Assistant Floor Managers ... CLARE SOLLY
... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ... ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD
Production Secretary ... LUCY HOARE

Lighting Cameraman ... BRIAN TUFANO
Sound Recordist ... DICK BOULTER
Film Editor ... JERRY LEON
Film Editor ... PAUL TOTHILL

Production Designer ... GERRY SCOTT
Costume Designer ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Make-up Designer ... DEANNE TURNER
Special Effects Designer ... STUART BRISDON
Casting ... GAIL STEVENS

-------------------------

A BBC-TV PRODUCTION IN ASSOCIATION WITH WGBH/BOSTON

Filmed in Italy, Lincolnshire, Somerset - January to August 1993

FIRST TRANSMISSION DATE: WEDNESDAY 2 FEBRUARY - BBC-2 NARRATIVE REPEAT TRANSMISSION: MONDAY 7 FEBRUARY - BBC-1

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NB : Please note that programme does not start at T/C 05:00:00. Mix to black. Programme starts 04:58:58.

MIDDLEMARCH - RECAP

Comprised of 3 clips from Episode 3.

Clip 1. INT. STONE COURT THE READING OF THE FEATHERSTONE'S WILL

STANDISH The second and most recent document leaves Stone Court and all the land in the parish of Lowick to Joshua Rigg. There are no other requests what-so­ ever.

Clip 2. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH CHURCH HAWLEY TALKS TO STANDISH.

HAWLEY Vincy's had to dig deep in his pocket over this palarva.

STANDISH Do you think he's got himself a bargain then?

HAWLEY With Lydgate. No better than Brooke got when he bought himself The Pioneer. They say that Brooke is putting up for Parliament.

Clip 3. INT. LOWICK GROUNDS DOROTHEA DISCOVERS CASAUBON DEAD.

CASAUBON V/O: I have a request to make. That you will tell me whether in the event of my death you will carry out my wishes

DOROTHEA Edward.

Fades to black at 04:59:40 and ....


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OPENING CAST CREDITS

Opening Title Music
T/C In: 04:59:43

[Opening credits appear white on a black background ­ with diagonal fade L to R at 04:59:43]

[Page 1]

JULIET AUBREY ROBERT HARDY DOUGLAS HODGE

[Page 2]

PETER JEFFREY TREVYN McDOWELL RUFUS SEWELL

OPENING TITLE SEQUENCE

[Montage of clips from the programme mixed with specially designed graphics starts at 04:59:55 and ends with:-]

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay by ANDREW DAVIES

Producer LOUIS MARKS

Directed by ANTHONY PAGE

T/C Out: 05:00:30
Duration: 00'47"

[Mix from "Directed by ANTHONY PAGE" to Opening Scene - stagecoach/horses legs through Middlemarch market at 05:00:30.]


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4/1. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. MARCH 1831. DAY.

The market square is full of PEOPLE, some going about their business, some gathered in knots and talking eagerly, even quarrelling.

We hear in the distance TONKS, an political agitator, talking to a group of townsfolk. It is difficult to make out what he saying - his words become clearer as we near him.

Nearby a man is putting up pro-reform posters.

TONKS
I go up and down the country, friends, and all I see is towns like Middlemarch, and workers like yourself being denied a voice in parliament! What we need, friends, what we need, is the vote so that we can put, so that we can put a man in parliament who will speak for us!

LADISLAW striding along, bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

SPARKS [man in arguing group]
Ladislaw! Just the man! Over here! Here's the man to put us straight!
LADISLAW
Sorry, Sparks. I'm late as it is. Come round to the Pioneer office later.

And he strides, on his way to the Pioneer office, while we get closer to TONKS, the agitator, who has got his own little circle, and a loose-knit audience.

HAWLEY, WRENCH and one or two other gents listening on the fringes.

TONKS
Do we not have the right to think and speak and act about what concerns the poor man? Why should rich landlords, living high in their grand houses, represent us at parliament? We never see 'em from one year's end to next, unless they come to see us hanged for sport!

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People shouting" Aye, aye, he's right!"

HAWLEY
Seditious poppycock!

He and his friends move away: they were only stopping to sample, as it were.

TONKS
Aye, you'd hang me soon enough, too, but you don't have the rope to hang us all. The tide is turning, for all you fine Tory gentlemen, and one day you'll be swept away on it!
HAWLEY
I should have a care of what you say, if I were you, my friend!
TONKS
No you have a care, my friend!
HAWLEY
He's talking revolution!
WRENCH [rumbling]
It wouldn't happen in England.
HAWLEY
Happened in France.
WRENCH
Well, yes, France ...

They're going away from us and we cut sharply into:


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NEW SCENE : EXT. PIONEER OFFICE. DAY.

Establisher.

BROOKE walking along to "Pioneer" office.

BROOKE
Good day to you, Jenkins!
JENKINS
Good day, Mr. Brooke!

He goes in.


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4/2. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. PIONEER OFFICE. MARCH 1831. DAY.

BROOKE and LADISLAW.

BROOKE
Now, now, not too fast, young friend, Wilberforce and his negroes, all fine and good, Criminal Law reform, long overdue, but I don't want to go the whole hog, you know, and give the vote to every Tom, Dick and Harry, that would be changing the balance of the constitution do you see?
LADISLAW
Yes, but we want to change the balance of the constitution, that's what Reform is about.
BROOKE
Yes, yes, - but we don't want to go to extremes, do we?
LADISLAW
The extreme in this case is the tumbril and the guillotine. So we must embrace reform, not nibble at bits of it. It's like asking for a bit of an avalanche which is already on its way!
BROOKE
That's good! That's very good! Avalanche, that's first rate! You see, that's just what I need - not ideas, but ways of putting them. But, my word, you do express yourself well, you know, Ladislaw. You'd make a capital Member of Parliament yourself!
LADISLAW
One day, perhaps.

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BROOKE
Aye, we must buy you a little pocket­ borough.

BROOKE's indulgent, patronising, without meaning to be: politics to him is a bit like stamp collecting.

LADISLAW reacts sharply.

LADISLAW
Pocket borough! You seem to forget sir that one of the prime purposes of reform is to get rid of pocket boroughs!
BROOKE
Oh, yes, to be sure, to be sure.
LADISLAW
There are too many men in Parliament who have bought their way in.
All this overlapping a bit, as Ladislaw continues a line of thought.
LADISLAW
But if I could one day get a foothold there, then I would dedicate my life to changing all this moribund, cruel complacency.

He's got himself quite worked up and his fierceness momentarily alarms BROOKE.

Then LADISLAW catches himself and smiles.

LADISLAW
Still. First things first. We haven't got you elected yet, have we?

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 4M2
T/C In: 05:03:43

BROOKE
No, no, we haven't. I must leave you now, Ladislaw. Lowick, you know: wills, documents, it's a sad business ... well, carry on with the good work - that avalanche was excellent, first rate - write it down now. Excellent ...

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4M2 continues

LADISLAW
Goodbye.
BROOKE
Goodbye.

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4M2 continues

NEW SCENE : EXT. LOWICK. DAY.

Establisher.


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4/3. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MARCH 1831. DAY.

DOROTHEA and LYDGATE. She looks pale and unhappy and not well, reclining in a chair. She's been crying.

DOROTHEA
I wake very early, to the most desolate thoughts. It's not so much that he is gone but that I could do so little for him.

T/C Out: 05:04:28
Duration: 45"

She turns quite eagerly to LYDGATE, sure he will understand.

DOROTHEA
And I feel so weak ... and guilty.

LYDGATE speaks warmly - it's as if he is trying to physically warm her with his words - LYDGATE at his best here, authoritative as a doctor, intuitive and strong as a man.

LYDGATE
Grief is a kind of illness - it can rob us of our vital energies. I am sure you have nothing, nothing to reproach yourself with.

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4/4. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MARCH 1831. DAY.

CHETTAM and BROOKE, also in black.

CHETTAM on his feet, restless, furious.

CHETTAM
What a damned ungentlemanly thing to do! I never liked Casaubon - no red blood - but to make a will like that! Coupling her name with this man Ladislaw. What a damned insult to Dorothea! If the fellow were alive ... I'd call him out and shoot him!
BROOKE
Oh well, you know, Casaubon was always a little twisted about Ladislaw ...
CHETTAM
And now the world will think she gave him cause for it!
BROOKE
No, surely not! Heaven forbid!
CHETTAM
I don't believe anything of the sort about Dorothea, not for a moment! But I suspect Ladislaw. I tell you frankly, I suspect Ladislaw. I wonder if we can prevent her knowing the terms of the will.
[breaking out again]
God, this is a damned bad business! And you're to blame for it in part, Brooke, you brought the fellow here!
BROOKE
Now, now, now, steady on ...

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CHETTAM
Dorothea must come to us at Freshitt, and you must get rid of Ladislaw straight away. Let us get him a post in the suite of some colonial governor.
BROOKE
My dear Chettam, you can't just ship him off like a head of cattle, you know! I wouldn't send him out of the country unless he chose to go, of course, unless he chose to go.
CHETTAM [almost pugnaciously]
Well all I can say is that Dorothea was sacrificed once because her friends were careless! And I intend to do everything I can to protect her now!

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4/17. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. "PIONEER" OFFICE. APRIL 1831. DAY.

All in a mess, piles of paper, LADISLAW scribbling away. He looks up as LYDGATE comes in.

LADISLAW
Lydgate, come in!
LYDGATE
You've become such a stranger I came to seek you out. Will you come to supper with us this evening?
LADISLAW
I shall be glad to.
LYDGATE
I called at the Grange, but Brooke says you're rarely there these days.
LADISLAW
That's true. Brooke seems determined to keep me at a distance. From his house, at all events. Not from himself. I see all too much of him here. I believe he means to keep me from meeting his niece. Tell me, Lydgate, how is she?
LYDGATE
She's low in spirits. Still, she's young and strong, I've no real anxiety about her. You never see her now?
LADISLAW
Nor likely to, while she's at Freshitt Hall. It's Tory ground. I'm about as welcome there as a poacher with his gun.
[wryly]
It seems we're forever divided - I may as well be in Rome.

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LYDGATE's keen face, taking this in.

LYDGATE
Well, Rosy would be very sorry if you were in Rome - and so should I.
LADISLAW
God, Lydgate, sometimes I wish I could walk out of that door, step into a coach and never see Middlemarch again.
LYDGATE
But you can.
[blunt and challenging ]
Why don't you?
LADISLAW
There's too much to hold me here.

LYDGATE gets up to go.

LYDGATE
Till this evening, then.
LADISLAW
Till this evening, then.

LYDGATE exits.


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4/9. EXT. FRESHITT. MAY 1831. DAY.

CELIA with the BABY, as DOROTHEA stares into space.

CELIA
Look, Dodo, look at him. Did you ever see anything like that? What a funny face he's making! I'm sure he has his little thoughts! Don't be sad, Dodo. Nurse, take baby.
NURSE
There, there, Arthur. Come on, my sweet.

The NURSE takes the baby away.

CELIA
What is it, Dodo, what are you brooding over?
DOROTHEA
I want to go to Lowick ... and attend to business. I don't know why no one will let me go there.
CELIA
Because you are not well, and Dr. Lydgate says you are not to be upset.
DOROTHEA
Why, what should upset me there? It is my home.
[seeing something in CELIA' s face]
What is it, Celia? Tell me.

CHETTAM has discussed with CELIA the terms of CASAUBON's will, and how it is best not to distress her in her delicate state by telling her about it. But now DOROTHEA senses that something is up. CELIA, enhanced by the "central poising force" of motherhood, feels herself qualified to make an independent decision.


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CELIA
Mr. Casaubon has behaved very badly. And I had better tell you, to prepare you. He has made a codicil to his will, to say the property is all to go away from you, if - if you were to marry Mr. Ladislaw!

DOROTHEA is deeply shocked and mortified by this: she gets a rush of blood and feels dizzy. The blood is pounding in her head, she feels quite faint, as CELIA goes on ...

CELIA
Of course, you would never think of doing such a thing, but that only makes it worse of Mr. Casaubon. James says it is abominable of him, and not like a gentleman at all. He says it was to hinder Mr. Ladislaw from wanting to marry you for your money.

DOROTHEA's face as she feels "a voilent shock of repulsion from her departed husband". Her image of the room and CELIA, going in and out of focus ...

DOROTHEA
How could he imagine ...
CELIA
It is a mercy that he has been taken away. You ought to be grateful.

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4/10. INT. FRESHITT. MORNING ROOM. APRIL 1831. DAY.

LYDGATE leans over us.

DOROTHEA
I'm so sorry, please forgive me.
LYDGATE
Come, come. There ...

he gives her a draught of sal volatile

CELIA is there too, in the background.

CELIA
She wants to go to Lowick to look at the papers. She ought not ought she?
LYDGATE
I hardly know. I think Mrs. Casaubon should do whatever gives her the most repose of mind.
[looking at DOROTHEA and smiling]
That doesn't always come from being forbidden to act.

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4/20. INT. LYDGATE'S DRAWING ROOM. APRIL 1831. NIGHT.

Piano Piece
Song Without words No.2. in A Minor
by Mendelssohn
T/C In: 05:09:49

ROSAMOND playing piano.

LADISLAW reading.

LYDGATE reading.

LYDGATE [throwing down the "Trumpet"]
It's no use your puffing Brooke as a reforming landlord, Ladislaw, they only pick more holes in his coat in the "Trumpet".
LADISLAW [smiling]
No matter - those who read the "Pioneer" don't read the "Trumpet" anyway.
LYDGATE
Brooke's not fitted to be a public man. He's part of the very disease that needs curing.
LADISLAW
Yes, but your cure must begin somewhere, Lydgate. He's not the ideal candidate, but he's good enough for the occasion. He's standing for a good cause.

LYDGATE snorts derisively.

LADISLAW [stung]
There's a whole class of people that's had a massive wrong done to it. I support the man who supports their claims, whether he himself is virtuous or not. What about you? You want medical reform and there's a man who'll help you deliver it. Are you going to reject him because of his morals or his motives? I don't think so.

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LYDGATE [seeing himself checkmated]
True: but I don't cry up Bulstrode on any personal ground. I keep clear of that. I value my independence too much.
LADISLAW [still nettled]
Are you saying I cry up Brooke on any personal ground? My independence is as valuable to me as yours is to you, I can assure you.

ROSAMOND becomes annoyed at being ignored.

T/C Out: 05:10:51
Duration: 1'02"

ROSAMOND
How very unpleasant you are both being this evening!
LYDGATE
Poor Rosy. Disputation is no fun for cherubs. Ask Ladislaw to sing with you again.

He picks up the paper again, and she gives him a rather baleful look before smiling at LADISLAW and letting him lead her over to the piano again.

They start to sing "Alma del Core".

Words

Song
Alma del Core
by Antonio Caldara
T/C In: 05:11:07

ROSAMOND
Alma del core, spirto dell'alma

Fairest adored, Spirit of beauty!

LADISLAW
Alma del core, spirto dell' alma

Fairest adored, Spirit of beauty!

ROSAMOND
sempre costante, t'a dorero

Thy faithful lover, I'll ever be

T/C Out: 05:11:24
Duration: 17"


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4/13. EXT. LOWICK. DRIVE. APRIL 1831. DAY.

DOROTHEA in CHETTAM's carriage as it rolls up the drive to Lowick Grange.

The familiar lowering facade. More lowering than ever, if possible. Shutters are shut, if there are any. The music can help.

The wheels growl to a halt on the gravel. Horses snort.

CHETTAM gets out followed by DOROTHEA, very pale and determined.

CHETTAM
Won't you change your mind?
DOROTHEA [to CHETTAM]
No; I shall be better alone. If you will call for me at twelve, that would be very kind.

He watches her walk towards the house.


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4/15. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. APRIL 1831. DAY.

PRATT opens the curtains and DOROTHEA comes through the door and looks towards the desk.

PRATT
There, that's better. I've had the fire lit, ma'am. It'll soon warm up.
DOROTHEA
Thank you, Pratt.

He closes the door.

She steadies herself and goes over to it. Opens the drawers and starts taking out papers. She doesn't like it, but it's her duty, and she's going to do it. She comes across a document entitled INSTRUCTIONS TO MRS. CASAUBON FOR "THE KEY TO ALL MYTHOLOGIES". She gazes at it, and we hear over:

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 4M3
T/C In: 05:12:36

CASAUBON [VO]
.... compiling a Key To All Mythologies Miss Brooke.... little pleasure for modern literature.... I'm seeking to elucidate those elements which .... live too much with the dead.... every system of belief known to man .... perhaps not a subject of much interest to ....
DOROTHEA [VO]
I think I should begin to learn Latin and Greek, Edward. I could read them aloud to you.
CASAUBON [VO]
Certainly, it would be an advantage if you could learn to copy out the Greek characters....

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CASAUBON [VO]
.... to condense these still expanding insights to a simple unifed whole. Let us begin at once .... I had deferred it too long ... each heading aloud and when I say mark put a cross with the pencil .... Today I propose the first step in a process of condensation which I have long had in view and which will require much intensive labour both now and in the future.

She looks up and see CASAUBON staring down at her.

DOROTHEA replaces the instructions in the drawer and slams it shut.

T/C Out: 05:13:33
Duration: 57"


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4/21. EXT. FRESHITT. GROUNDS. APRIL 1831. DAY.

DOROTHEA is walking with LYDGATE.

She looks much more healthy and energetic now she's made her decision.

DOROTHEA
Dr Lydgate I should like you to help me with my plans for Lowick. How do you think I should dispose of the chaplaincy there? Edward, I know, favoured Mr. Tyke, but I do not feel bound to follow his views blindly.
LYDGATE
Tyke is a good man in his way, but may I tell you of another?
DOROTHEA
Of course.
LYDGATE
Mr. Farebrother, the Vicar of St. Botolph's in Middlemarch. His living is a poor one. He has to support an elderly mother, a sister, and an aunt. He's a remarkable man: he should have done more in his life, and he knows it.
DOROTHEA
Why has he not done more?
LYDGATE
The want of money I believe ... that's led him into playing cards and even billiards for gain. He wins a good deal - he excels at everything he does. But it's such a waste of his abilities. With a decent income he could turn his mind to better things.

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DOROTHEA [decisive]
I should like to see Mr. Farebrother and hear him preach.
LYDGATE
Do: I trust to the effect of that. And he is much beloved by those that know him well. Ask Caleb Garth. Ask Will Ladislaw. He'll praise Farebrother to the skies, I promise you.
DOROTHEA [lighting up]
Will he?
[pause]
But I so rarely see him now.
[pause]
Thank you for your opinions, Dr. Lydgate.

LYDGATE's reaction to DOROTHEA - he's fairly certain there's some feeling between her and Ladislaw, but he keeps it to himself.


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4/6. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAWMSEY'S SHOP. MARCH 1831. DAY.

MAWMSEY is at the front of his shop - just taking the air, in a pleasurable way.

LYDGATE and FAREBROTHER stroll past.

FAREBROTHER
Good afternoon, Mr. Mawmsey!
MAWMSEY
Ah, Dr. Lydgate, very fortunate, if I might just trouble you for a moment?

MAWMSEY speaks in a grandly confidential tone.

MAWMSEY
The other day, Dr. Lydgate, when you were so good as to go and visit Mrs. Mawmsey, you, ah, you omitted to prescribe her strengthening medicine. You'll forgive my mentioning this little oversight.
LYDGATE
It wasn't an oversight, Mr. Mawmsey. She doesn't need any strengthening medicine. There's no medicinal value in these potions. Let her take a glass of wine with her dinner, if you will.
MAWMSEY
But Dr. Lydgate, Mrs. Mawmsey has never been without her strengthening medicine!

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LYDGATE
The reason doctors prescribe so much medicine Mr. Mawmsey is because it's the only way they can make their money. If men like Wrench could charge for consultations, they wouldn't need to overdose the King's lieges - and that's the worst kind of treason, eh?

And off he goes with FAREBROTHER, who has been amused by this exchange.

MAWMSEY
Treason? Overdosing? No, well, I don't see that at all.

MAWMSEY turns to Atkins (or another shop assistant):

MAWMSEY
Mrs. Mawmsey is not a well women. Mrs. Mawmsey needs her strengthening medicine!

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4/7a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. MARCH 1831. DAY.

LYDGATE and FAREBROTHER walking along.

LYDGATE
These Middlemarchers are slow to take on new ideas, and they're slow to pay their bills; and marriage I find, is much more of an expense than I anticipated.

He laughs. He's still basically optimistic.

LYDGATE
Still, one only spends the money once. It's not as if one buys a dinner service every week, is it?
FAREBROTHER
Indeed not. And as to hostility in the town, you'll weather it if you're prudent.
PASSERBY
Morning Mr Farebrother.

LYDGATE and FAREBROTHER acknowledge her.

LYDGATE
How am I to be prudent? I act as I see fit. I can't help people's ignorance and spite.
FAREBROTHER
Of course not But to be wholly independent of their ignorance and spite, it's as well not to incur too many debts.
LYDGATE
Easier said than done, but I ... I take your point.

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4/11. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRESSING ROOM/ BEDROOM. APRIL 1831. NIGHT.

LYDGATE smiles tenderly, but also lustfully, at ROSAMOND, as she lets her hair down.

She turns and smiles at him. Her lovely neck.

ROSAMOND
Will you ring the bell for Parsons, Tertius?
LYDGATE
Never mind Parsons, Rosy, let me undress you. To her, it's labour, to me it's delight. Come here.

She comes, docile, pleased with her own beauty and its effect on his. She walks over to him and he starts to undo her dress.

LYDGATE
Oh, my Venus.

His big hands on her fragile body.

ROSAMOND
You must be gentle with me, Tertius, now I am with child.
LYDGATE
Am I not always gentle with you?
ROSAMOND
Yes.

If she were a cat she'd be purring.

LYDGATE
Oh, my little bird ... my lovely one ...

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4/12. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. APRIL APRIL 1831. NIGHT. LATER.

It's dark.

ROSAMOND
Tertius.
LYDGATE
Mm?
ROSAMOND
I forgot to tell you: your cousin from Quallingham has accepted our invitation. He's coming to stay next month.
LYDGATE
Oh. What a bore.
ROSAMOND
Everything bores you, apart from your work.
LYDGATE
Far from it. Far from it.

ROSAMOND smiles. Secrets of the marriage bed.


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4/22. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAWMSEY'S SHOP AND MAIN STREET. APRIL 1831. DAY.

LADISLAW and BROOKE walking towards Mawmsey's. The absolute best grocers in Middlemarch, with a spendid shop front. BROOKE is talking politics with some people in the Square.link to note

BROOKE
Progress and reform, that's the ticket! Don't forget that!
LADISLAW
You have to give 'em a clear line, sir. Let them know where you stand, even if it means losing 'em. Wavering arguments won't win wavering votes.
BROOKE
Ah, yes, now, indeed, that's all very well, but I know these Middlemarch traders, Ladislaw, there are tactics in these matters, d'you see?

BROOKE leaves LADISLAW and goes in.


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4/23. EXT. MAWMSEY'S SHOP. APRIL 1831. DAY.

ASSISTANTS are bowing and curtsying. It's like a cornucopia in there, cheeses and hams piled high, sacks of things, a veritable hierarchy of staff scurrying about as posh people give their orders.

MAWMSEY exchancing glances and winks with his CHIEF ASSISTANT.

BROOKE
Mawmsey, I am come to talk a little politics with you today. Reform and progress, and so forth.
MAWMSEY
Shall we, um ...
[leading BROOKE to the stockroom]
BROOKE
And to assure myself that we shall have your vote when the time comes.
MAWMSEY
Well, you see, I have to look at it in a family light.

BROOKE nodding seriously.

MAWMSEY'S ASSISTANTS grinning a bit, the ones that are in hearing.

BROOKE [across him]
Yes, yes, of course.
MAWMSEY
Will Reform support Mrs Mawmsey and our six children when I am no more?

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BROOKE
Well, heaven forbid that it should come to that pass, my dear Mawmsey.
MAWMSEY
And I ask you, sir, what am I to do when gentlemen of another party come into my shop? And Mawmsey, they say, you may vote as you like, but vote against us, and we'll get our groceries elsewhere! Those very words spoken from that very chair you're sitting in now.
BROOKE
That's narrow, very narrow. I should never take that line. So long as my butler brings me good reports of your sugars and spices, you can rest assured I'd not go elsewhere.
MAWMSEY
Well, I'm very obliged to you, Mr. Brooke, sir. Very handsome of you, very handsome indeed.
BROOKE
You know, you'd find it the right thing to come to our side. This Reform's going to touch everybody by and by ... and as for family, well, we're all one family, no man is an island, entire unto himself, it's all one cupboard ...
MAWMSEY
That goes a bit deep for me. This one family, there's debtor and creditor still, I hope: they're not going to reform that away. I cannot be expected to support everyone's family, I hope?
BROOKE
Good God, you misunderstand me, Mawmsey. Nobody says you should.

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MAWMSEY
Well, I'm very glad to hear it, Mr. Brooke, very glad and greatly relieved, and greatly honoured for your continued custom. Few men have less need to cry for change than I have. Which is why I salute you, Mr. Brooke, for the promise you were good enough to give me not to withdraw your esteemed custom, vote or no vote, while the article sent in was satisfactory.

BROOKE a bit baffled. It's all been very pleasant, but something's mysteriously gone wrong.


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4/25. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. APRIL 1831. DAY.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE's carriage approaching.

ROSAMOND at the window, looking out.

She's excited.


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4/26. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. APRIL 1831. DAY.

ROSAMOND comes out of the house to the step. She is not yet noticeably pregnant: shall we say three months gone?

CAPTAIN LYDGATE gets down from his carriage.

ROSAMOND
Captain Lydgate! You keep very good time, sir!
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Spurred on by the thought of seeing you, ma'am. Where's Tertius?
ROSAMOND
Tertius is never at home. He neglects me most shamefully, you know.
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Does he? Does he? What an odd fellow my cousin is. Well, we shall have to see what we can do about that, shan't we?

He kisses her hand. She's delighted. A jolly good innocent flirt with this handsome aristocrat. Just what she needed.


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NEW SCENE : EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. DAY.

Establisher.

Church hells are ringing.

Background Organ Music
Pentecost
by Arthur Dulay
T/C In: 05:22:05

FAREBROTHER's voice is led in.....


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4/33. EXT MIDDLEMARCH. CHURCH. JUNE 1831. DAY.

DOROTHEA and FAREBROTHER leaving the Church.

FAREBROTHER
I can't pretend to your late husband's scholarly distinction, Mrs. Casaubon, nor to the apostolic zeal of some of my brothers. And I am, perhaps, a little too inclined to overlook minor lapses, in others and myself.
DOROTHEA
It is better to pardon too much than to condemn too much, surely. I think the best Christian teaching is that which speaks most clearly to people, as you did just now, and helps people to live their lives as well and as happily as they can.
FAREBROTHER
It's not always easy, to find true happiness on earth.
DOROTHEA
No, it is not. Life sometimes seems very cruel.
DOROTHEA
But I still believe that there is much we can do to help each other practically. Mr. Farebrother, I should like to offer you the living at Lowick. I hope very much that you will accept it.
FAREBROTHER
Thank you. I shall be delighted to accept.

T/C Out: 05:23:12
Duration: 1'07"


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4/46. EXT. VINCY'S HOUSE. JUNE 1831. DAY.

Piano piece
Sonatina in D Major Opus 36 No.6
by Clementi
T/C In: 05:23:12

Establisher.


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4/47. INT. VINCY. DRAWING ROOM. JUNE 1831. NIGHT.

MAYOR VINCY, MRS. VINCY, LYDGATE, ROSAMOND, CAPTAIN LYDGATE, MR. BULSTRODE, MRS. BULSTRODE, FAREBROTHER, FRED VINCY, and various Middlemarch LADIES and GENTS we've seen at these gatherings before.

ROSAMOND is playing the piano, but this time CAPTAIN LYDGATE sits next to her.

ROSAMOND comes to the end of her piece, everyone claps, and VINCY stands to get attention.

T/C Out: 05:23:32
Duration: 20"

VINCY
Friends, neighbours ... this is not one of your stiff fo functions, open house has always been our way - but let me just say a word now to welcome home my son Fred here, and drink his health. I won't deny we've had our little differences, but he's buckled down to his studies and passed his final examination at Oxford University. And, perhaps, who knows, one day we might even have a Bishop in the family! I ... I have said some hard things about him in the past: but, now I'd like to say I have in Fred the best, best natured son a man could wish for! Here's to you, Fred! Congratulations, son.

PEOPLE raise their glasses and drink, say congratulations. Everyone looks pleased, because everyone likes FRED.

FRED looks pleased and embarrassed.

The BULSTRODES approach MRS. VINCY.

MRS. BULSTRODE
Fred!
MRS. VINCY
Harriet.

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BULSTRODE
You must be very gratified, sister, that your son has felt a calling to enter Christ's ministry.
MRS. VINCY
Well ... yes. Walter had always wanted a son in the church. It does seem strange to think of him conducting christenings and funerals. But I daresay, once he's got in the way of it, it'll become like second nature, don't you think?

No, BULSTRODE doesn't think so - MRS. BULSTRODE looks embarrassed.

ROSAMOND goes off into a peal of laughter at something CAPTAIN LYDGATE has said.

LYDGATE glances across. He doesn't look threatened, but he does look irritated.

Now we are with ROSAMOND and CAPTAIN LYDGATE. FRED is, I think, in earshot.

ROSAMOND
Poor Fred - she isn't pretty, you know, but she's most particular - first she wouldn't have him because of his gambling and drinking, and now she won't have him because he's going to be a clergyman!

CAPTAIN LYDGATE roars with laughter.

ROSAMOND
We shouldn't laugh - that's most cruel!

Perhaps FRED turns and glares and she makes a face at him.

ROSAMOND
People are staring, Captain Lydgate - I mustn't monopolise you. You must go and talk to some of the other ladies.
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Certainly shan't. Never saw such a damned ugly collection of women in my life.

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ROSAMOND
Captain!
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Yourself excepted, of course. And your mother. As for the rest ... well, if they were hounds, I'd shoot 'em.

Then we go to VINCY and FAREBROTHER:

VINCY
We were all very pleased to hear about the Lowick chaplaincy, Mr. Farebrother, now how much would that pay, if I'm not speaking out of turn?
FAREBROTHER [smiling]
Forty pounds a year, Mr. Vincy.
VINCY
Couldn't happen to a better man! Forty pounds! A man could get married on that!

ROSAMOND and CAPTAIN LYDGATE burst out laughing.

LYDGATE looks on.


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4/49. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. JUNE 1831. NIGHT.

LYDGATE at his desk drawing (anatomy).

We hear Rosamond's voice from the landing.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE [OOV]
Very jolly party!
ROSAMOND [OOV]
Goodnight, Captain! I do hope you sleep well. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight!

She enters the room.

ROSAMOND
Tertius, I wish you would be more polite to the Captain.
LYDGATE
I am polite to him.
ROSAMOND
You hardly ever speak to him.
LYDGATE
My dear Rosy, I feed and house the fellow, you mustn't expect me to talk to him as well. The man's an ass. If he got his head broken, I might look at it with interest. Not before.
ROSAMOND
I cannot conceive why you should speak of your cousin so contemptuously. In my opinion, he is a thorough gentleman.
LYDGATE
The fact is, Rosy, you would wish me to be a little more like him.

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3/56. EXT. ROAD OR PATH ABOVE STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1830. DAY.

BULSTRODE and MRS. BULSTRODE in their ponytrap, looking down over Stone Court.

BULSTRODE
Well, there it is, Harriet - Stone Court. So, how should you like to be mistress of it and all the Featherstone land, my dear?
MRS. BULSTRODE
I should like it very well, Nicholas, if it gave you pleasure.
BULSTRODE
I believe it is the Almighty's will for us, my dear.

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4/30. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. MAY 1831. DAY.

A crowd gathers for BROOKE's address.


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4/31. INT. WHITE HART. FIRST FLOOR ROOM. MAY 1831. DAY.

Quite full with GENTLEMEN of the Whig and Liberal tendency.

LADISLAW is earnestly coaching BROOKE.

VINCY very cheerful; STANDISH less so. They come in from outside.

VINCY
A good crowd, Mr. Brooke, and very well disposed, I'd say!
BROOKE
Good! Good!
STANDISH
Going well, Mr. Brooke.

He looks a little nervous and flustered. Someone offers him a large glass of sherry.

BROOKE
Thank you! Thank you!
STANDISH
The enemy are gathering: Hawley and the "Trumpet" men.
BROOKE
All men of good will though, Standish, all good fellows in their way.
STANDISH
Yes, well, you think that, Brooke, if it gives you comfort.

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BROOKE
Ladislaw, what was that point ahout the schedules?
LADISLAW
Oh, no. Never mind that. They don't want details. Now what are the three principal heads we stand for?
BROOKE
Ah ... what is it? ... no, no, no ... I have it! "Reform of the House of Commons! No more rotten boroughs!", and so on ... Yes! That'll strike home well, I fancy! Excellent! And they know me, of course, and like me; and no man's put more reforms in hand this last half year than I have. Ask Caleb Garth. Ask any man.
STANDISH
There are the machine toolmen, merchants, hot metal men from Brett's Stamping, who've never heard of Brooke of Tipton, I mean there's no harm in that, speak to the point, they'll like you well enough.

Applause outside.

VINCY
Ready, Mr. Brooke?
BROOKE
I'll take another glass of sherry.

BROOKE downs another glass of sherry before LADISLAW can say no.

VINCY [to BROOKE]
Ladislaw first with the introduction, then your good self, then I'll wind the whole thing up. All set?
LADISLAW
Right.

And out they go.


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4/32. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. HUSTINGS. MAY 1831. DAY.

A BIG CROWD milling about the square.

The White Hart dominates one corner of the square, with a balcony decorated with bunting, on which VARIOUS WORTHIES are already gathered:

The CROWD are a mixed bunch: farmers, farm labourers including DAGLEY, and also machine workers from the silk-weaving factories and workshops and the garment trade ...

The doors of the White Hart open - VINCY, STANDISH, BROOKE, and LADISLAW come through and walk up to the stage.

We look down at the CROWD, goodhumoured mostly, except for a group near DAGLEY and SPARKS.

SPARKS
Brooke of Tipton? What's he, a manufacturer?
DAGLEY
Not him, Landowner, him, an a bad 'un too, fat as a pig while poor folk's children starve!

DAGLEY is drunk again, but his words get a sort of general feeling of agreement from those round him, yes, they go, isn't that always the way ...

And now we can see the TORY SUPPORTERS coming out of the Green Dragon and crossing the square: we recognise HAWLEY, WRENCH, and there's a little round faced grinning man, the VENT we'll call him, in the group ... and someone else in the rear is carrying a man­ sized parcel wrapped in sacking, all this in the course of LADISLAW's speech.

LADISLAW
Fellow citizens of Middlemarch! You know and I know that a great change is sweeping this country, and not before time!

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He has the bite and edge and passion of a great orator: they're responding already.

LADISLAW
Now, as never before, we have the chance to free ourselves from the crushing yoke of the past, aye, and not by bloody revolution or by civil war, but peacefully, by humane reforms. Is that not good news?

Yes, it is, they are cheering and applauding and shouting yes. Now for a quieter start to the next bit.

LADISLAW
My friends. We have been patient. We have endured much. And God knows we have deserved better. It is towns like Middlemarch that create the wealth of this country. Is it not time - is it not long past time - that we should be properly represented in Parliament by a man who will speak from Middlemarch and for Middlemarch?

They're already cheering, and he raises his voice over them:

LADISLAW
Gentlemen, I am proud to give you Mr. Brooke of Tipton.

Loud applause, as BROOKE comes forward, beaming and sweating. Two large sherries is a lot for him.

STANDISH [to LADISLAW]
Well done. Half the battle.
LADISLAW
I'm not so sure. Hawley's got something up his sleeve.
BROOKE
Gentlemen! Electors of Middlemarch!

He beams down at them.


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Someone in the audience goes "Quack Quack Quack!" and there's a ripple of laughter, but mostly good-natured attention.

BROOKE
I'm uncommonly glad to be here - I was never so proud and happy in my life, you know.
[pause ]
I mention, that, you know; I mention it, here in the Heart of England ...

His mind suddenly goes completely blank.

VENT
Quaaack!
BROOKE
I ... I ...
VENT
Aye?

BROOKE, recovering his senses, though not his script:

BROOKE
I'm your neighbour, my good friends, your close neighbour, you've known me on the bench a good while ...
VENT
Quack?

At this point, the man-sized parcel is revealed and unveiled: an effigy of BROOKE, to a lot of laughter ...

BROOKE
Machine ... machinery, and machine breaking, now ... I've been into that lately, machine-breaking, and it won't do, you know.

The VENT, who has so far been doing duck noises, now makes the effigy appear to speak in a good parody of BROOKE.


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VENT
It won't do, you know!
BROOKE
We have a bit of an avalanche, I know that.
VENT
A bit of an avalanche, I do know that!
BROOKE
But things must go on, you see, trade, you know, and we must look all over the globe, from China to Peru, who said that? Johnson, I think ...
BROOKE
And that's what I've done, up to a point, not as far as Peru, but I haven't stayed at home, no, no, no, no, I saw that wouldn't do. The, the, the Levant, now - where some of your Middlemarch goods go - and the Baltic, the Baltic. Oh, yes! Oh, yes!
VENT
The Baltic, I've been into that, oh yes, oh yes!

People are roaring with laughter.

BROOKE
Now, now, now, now, come, come, gentlemen, seriously now, just put that thing down. Everything must go on, manufacture, interchange of staples ...

STANDISH is keeping a stiff upper lip, VINCY looking round wildly, some of the BALCONY PARTY laughing openly with the CROWD. LADISLAW in despair ...

VENT
Manufacture, interchange of staples! Quack, quack, quack!
BROOKE
Yes, all very well "quack". But what we need now is new ideas.

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SPARKS
Blast your ideas! We want the Bill!
DAGLEY
We want the Bill!
BROOKE
And you shall have your Bill, my friends!
VENT
I'll give you the Bill, Mr. Brooke: five thousand pounds, and a seat in Parliament, all beer and bribes accounted for!

And now people are throwing eggs at the effigy and BROOKE.

BROOKE
What sort of argument is that? Now, now, now, now, fun is fun, but this has gone too far! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!

Eggs and tomatoes are showering on to the platform.

STANDISH
Get inside, Brooke!
BROOKE
You can't cow Brooke of Tipton!

An egg hits him on the head.

VINCY
Come inside, Mr. Brooke!
BROOKE
Perhaps you're right.

They jostle down the steps in a rather undignified way, jamming in the doorway while eggs and vegetables hit them in the back.


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4/32a. INT. WHITE HART. FIRST FLOOR ROOM. MAY 1831. DAY.link to note

BROOKE and the OTHERS, including VINCY, BULSTRODE, and STANDISH rush back inside.

BROOKE has been splattered with eggs and vegetables.

BROOKE [to LADISLAW]
This is a little too bad, you know. They didn't give me time. I should have got the ear of the people by-and-by. However, it'll all come right at the nomination.

LADISLAW in despair.


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4/50a. EXT. STONE COURT. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

MR AND MRS BULSTRODE and JOSHUA RIGG come out of Stone Court.

RIGG
Good luck to you, then.
BULSTRODE
I must confess to you, Mr. Rigg, I regard this as nothing less than providential.
RIGG
That you like land and I like money? Well, it would be a dull world if we all wanted the same. I don't like the country, Mr. Bulstrode. A seaport, now. The bustling quays ... a little money changer's shop, now, all fitted out with locks and safes ...

RIGG goes to the waiting carriage and gets in it.

RIGG
Thank you ... You've got the property, Mr. Bulstrode, and I've got the cash. Both rich men in our way. Good day to you.
BULSTRODE
Good day.
RIGG
Drive on!

A small wagon trail of coaches loaded with his furniture etc. pulls out behind him.

BULSTRODE watches him go.


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MRS. BULSTRODE
I didn't like that man, Nicholas.
BULSTRODE
And yet he was sent here for a purpose.
MRS. BULSTRODE
Do you really think it was part of God's purpose?
BULSTRODE
In his infinite wisdom he allowed the living of Lowick to go to Farebrother. I shall never fathom that. But this, this cannot be anything but a blessing, Harriet. He has our welfare constantly in mind. That is His message, I believe.

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4/34. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. "PIONEER" OFFICES. JUNE 1831. DAY.

BROOKE walks past some townfolk who, after his appearance at the Hustings, laugh at him.

BROOKE
Good day to you.

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4/35. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. "PIONEER" OFFICES. JUNE 1831. DAY.

LADISLAW comes down some stairs.

His ASSISTANT is carrying piles of copies. BROOKE waits.

LADISLAW
Mr. Brooke.
BROOKE

[to boy]
Thank you. Ah, Ladislaw ... I'd like a word with you, a word, you know.

BROOKE waits for the boy to go.

BROOKE
I am afraid this may come as rather a shock to you, but well, the fact of the matter is, I've decided to give up the candidacy ­ leave it to a younger man, you know, a younger man. I'm very sorry - I know how disappointed you must be.
LADISLAW
I had anticipated it, sir.
BROOKE
Really? What a prescient fellow you are, Ladislaw! Well, well, well. It's the chest, in part, you know - I have felt a trifle uneasy about the chest lately, and Lydgate's warned me that I must pull up. Poor Casaubon - that was a warning, you know. It is rather coarse work, this electioneering, eh?
LADISLAW
Yes, yes it is.

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BROOKE
Still, we made a start, eh? We have dug a channel with the "Pioneer". And a more ordinary man than you might carry it on now, you know - more ordinary.

He says this last bit in a slightly shifty way.

LADISLAW
Do you mean that you wish me to give up the "Pioneer"?

His pride has been injured.

BROOKE
No, no, of course not - not if you wish to stay on - but for myself, I have determined to resign as proprietor ... and the new men might not take that high view of you that I have ... in short I thought you might choose to give it up and ...
[he searches for the best way to put it]
find a better field, do you see? For your talents. I thought myself of taking a run into France. But London, now! There's Althorpe ... I could give you letters of introduction to Althorpe. I've met Althorpe.
LADISLAW
No, I am obliged to you, Mr. Brooke. But since you are going to be parting with the "Pioneer", I need not trouble you as to the steps I shall take. I am aware that some of your family have been urging you to get rid of me, but I am a free man still, I hope.

He's really worked up now. His pride has been hurt. He feels persecuted, trapped by Middlemarch pettiness. He opens the door to go - he wants to get out into the air.

BROOKE
Well, of course you are, my dear fellow - I beg you not to take it in that light - I only want to further your career, you know ­

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LADISLAW
By driving me away, you mean?
[pause ]
I may leave Middlemarch. I may choose to remain here for the present. And I am very sorry if this causes you any inconvenience!

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4/60. EXT. COUNTRY ROAD. MIDDLEMARCH OUTSKIRTS. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE on a lovely big horse, and ROSAMOND on a plump grey, riding side saddle, and looking very sweet.

ROSAMOND
Oh, how lovely this is! Do you know Tertius doesn't like me to ride?
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Man's a fool! Man's a fool! Never saw a lady with a finer seat!
ROSAMOND
Shameless flatterer.
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Not I: haven't the wit for it. Let's canter up that rise.
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Looking excellent from here, ma'am!

ROSAMOND laughs.


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4/61. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRESSING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. NIGHT.

ROSAMOND and ROSAMOND are dressing for dinner.

ROSAMOND
Please don't be angry with me, Tertius.

And he does find it difficult. He's angrier with the Captain really.

LYDGATE
Well: you have come back safely, as you say. But you mustn't go again, Rosy. Even if it were the quietest, most familiar horse in the world, there would always be the chance of an accident.
ROSAMOND
There is just as much chance of an accident indoors.
LYDGATE
Rosy, you know that's nonsense. And I shall tell the Captain he ought to have known better.
ROSAMOND
Please will you fasten up my plaits, dear? I love the touch of your hands.

He softens.

ROSAMOND
I beg you will not speak to the Captain, Tertius. It would be treating me as if I were a child. Promise that you will leave the subject to me.

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LYDGATE
Very well. But you are to be quite firm with him.

Then she turns, smiling, to LYDGATE, and lifts up her face, to be kissed. She hasn't promised anything, nor did she intend to.

And as she turns again to the mirror, we can see her calm stubborness.


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4/36. EXT. FRESHITT. JUNE 1831. DAY.

BROOKE in travelling clothes with a great pile of trunks on the carriage, is saying goodbye to DOROTHEA, CELIA, CHETTAM, DOWAGER LADY CHETTAM, and MRS. CADWALLADER. NURSE and BABY are there as well.

BROOKE [embracing DOROTHEA]
Plenty of air, now, and not too much thought, books are very well, but in moderation, you know ... well, I must say you all look uncommonly agreeable, you almost make me change my mind and stay!
MRS. CADWALLADER
Then stay, dear sir! No need to run away to France because they throw a few rotten eggs at you: you'd be quite safe at home, Brooke, with your friends around you!
BROOKE
I don't run away, Mrs. Cadwallader. But a change of air, you know, it's quite a different thing. Oh, yes! Celia, my dear. James ...
CHETTAM
Sir ...
BROOKE
Well, well ...
CELIA
Uncle! You haven't said goodbye to Arthur!
BROOKE
Ah, goodbye, my dear fellow, I'm off to Paris, that's in France, you know!

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CELIA
See how he wrinkles his little nose up! You don't like France, do you Arthur? No, he says, for they eat frogs and snails there! Horrible!

Now BROOKE prepares to board.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 4M5
T/C In: 05:40:54

CHETTAM
Allow me to assist you, sir ...
BROOKE
My dear fellow, thank you. Goodbye!

And the carriage goes away, as the group waves goodbye.

ALL
Goodbye!

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4/37. EXT. FRESHITT. GROUNDS. JUNE 1831. DAY.

CELIA, CHETTAM, DOWAGER LADY CHETTAM, MRS. CADWALLADER, NURSE and BABY are playing croquet.

DOROTHEA is slightly apart from the group, playing with her beloved dog, Monk.

MRS. CADWALLADER [to the group]
She should get married again, and the sooner the better.

T/C Out: 05:41:24
Duration: 30"

CELIA
Baby and I think Dodo should stay as a widow - it's very nice for her. And she should shut up that horrid dark old house and live with us here always. James wouldn't mind, would you James?
CHETTAM
Nothing would make me happier. But she won't be budged.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Will she not? Well, let me see what I can do.

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4/38. EXT. FRESHITT. GROUNDS. JUNE 1831. DAY.

Everybody is there (DOROTHEA, CELIA, CHETTAM, DOWAGER LADY CHETTAM, MRS. CADWALLADER, NURSE and BABY) but somewhat widely dispersed, so that MRS. CADWALLADER is able to be confidentially emphatic with DOROTHEA.

MRS. CADWALLADER
You will go mad in that house alone, my dear. You see, I am blunt with you, because nobody else will be. I know it's a great temptation, to go mad, but don't go in for it, you wouldn't like it. Oh, I dare say you're bored here, with our good dowager, and Baby, of course, with his wonderful expressions ... but think what a bore you'd become yourself, sitting alone in that dark library, playing the tragedy queen and taking everything sublimely.
DOROTHEA [not put out]
You must not concern yourself on my account, Mrs. Cadwallader. I am quite determined to live alone at Lowick ... I have some ideas in my mind about how I shall live there, and though they might not agree with some, I like them very well. I still think the world is mistaken about a great many things, it's too late to try and cure me of it now. But I promise you faithfully that if I find myself running into madness, I shall send for you immediately.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 4M6
T/C In: 05:42:42

MRS. CADWALLADER
Well! I very much trust that you will!

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4M6 continues

4/39. EXT. LOWICK. JUNE 1831. DAY.

View of the house from a distance, perhaps prettily framed at the top by an overhanging branch.

Pull back and we find that it is LADISLAW's view we are getting as he stands under a spreading chestnut, or whatever.


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4/43. INT. LOWICK DRAWING ROOM. JUNE 1831. DAY.

LADISLAW, waiting.

He puts his hat on the table. It looks silly and incongruous, so he picks it up again. Oh, God, it's left a mark on the polished surface (damp with dew). He rubs at the mark. Feels ridiculous. The most tragic meeting of his life and here he is messing about with his hat.

A sound. He looks round.

DOROTHEA comes in. She is a bit agitated now she is face to face with him. She has never spelt it out to herself, but he does make her heart go pit-a-pat.

LADISLAW, now he sees her, is more decisive. After all, he knows what he's come to say and she doesn't.

T/C Out: 05:43:17
Duration: 35"

LADISLAW
I could not bear to leave the neighbourhood without seeing you to say goodbye.

He's obviously highly charged emotionally; she responds - her regard for him "asserting itself through all her uncertainty and agitation".

DOROTHEA
I should have thought it very unkind if you had not wished to see me. Are you going away soon?
LADISLAW
Quite soon, I think. My contract with the "Pioneer" has three ... four weeks to run. I intend to go to London and study for the Bar. Everyone says that's the best route into public affairs. There's a great deal of work that needs to be done politically ... and I intend to try and do some of it.

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DOROTHEA
I am sure you will do well. You have so many talents. My uncle has told me how well you speak in public ...

She's trying to be warm and encouraging, but there's something a bit tremulous about it. She's going to miss him terribly, and she feels that he doesn't want to go either.

LADISLAW
Then you approve of my going away for years, and never coming back again until I've made my mark in the world?
DOROTHEA
I suppose it must be right for you to do as you say. I shall be very happy when I hear that you have made your value felt.
LADISLAW [bitterly]
You will forget all about me.
DOROTHEA
I should never forget you.

This, at last, sounds like the declaration of love he's been longing for. But then she spoils it for him:

DOROTHEA
I have never forgotten anyone I used to know.
LADISLAW [beside himself now]
Great God!

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 4M7
T/C In: 05:44:42

It seems impossible for either of them to speak directly: he can't bear it.

He walks away - he turns - he can't look at her, he can't not ... he still has that bloody hat!


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DOROTHEA
I was wondering - if you would like to have that miniature upstairs as a keepsake - the one of your grandmother ... it is so like you.
LADISLAW
Why should I have that when I have nothing else?

That passionately, then more quietly:

LADISLAW
It would be more consoling to me if you wanted to keep it.

Now surely she must realise that he loves her. But are her feelings for him love, or just a tender sympathy?

Her eyes fill with tears.

DOROTHEA [hesitantly]
I used to despise women for not shaping their lives more ... I was so fond of doing as I liked. Two years ago I had no notion of the way that trouble comes, and ties our hands and makes us silent when we long to speak ...

Speak, speak, please speak, he is willing her. The charged silence is interrupted by PRATT knocking and entering.

T/C Out: 05:45:42
Duration: 1'00"

PRATT
Sir James Chettam is here, ma'am.

And in he comes.

CHETTAM
Mrs. Casaubon.

CHETTAM has gone like an angry dog at the sight of LADISLAW. Stiff legged, bristling.


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LADISLAW
Goodbye, Mrs. Casaubon.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 4M8
T/C In: 05:46:09

Their eyes meet. They do love each other, but they can't say it, the whole thing is hopeless.

He turns and walks out quickly.

CHETTAM glares after him, and is still bristling with anger at the interloper, the bounder, the insolent gypsy.

CHETTAM
I am surprised he should show his face in this house.
DOROTHEA
You should not be angry with Mr. Ladislaw, James. He has acted very properly and very honourably ... and he has known so much injustice. I wish I could find a way of making him some reparation, but it seems impossible ...

She seems quite close to tears again, quite distressed, and CHETTAM's reaction has changed from rage to bewilderment. He is completely out of his depth now.

DOROTHEA composes herself.


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4M8 continues

4/44. EXT. LOWICK. DRIVE. JUNE 1831. DAY.

LADISLAW striding away, his stupid hat in his hand, he bangs it against his thigh as he walks.


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4/50b. EXT. STONE COURT. FIELD. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

BULSTRODE and CALEB GARTH walking, looking out over the farmlands.

T/C Out: 05:47:09
Duration: 1'00"

CALEB
Well, it's good land, but it's been sadly managed. All to be done, you know.
BULSTRODE
All to be done: I like that, Mr. Garth. All to be done to the glory of the Lord. Then let us set about it with a will.
RAFFLES [waving from the distance]
Good day to you, sirs! Good day!
CALEB
Well, bless my heart!

At a distance, RAFFLES approaching on foot, puffing along one of the country paths.

CALEB
He looks like one of those men one sees waiting about after the races.

RAFFLES is wearing a black suit with a top hat with a long crepe hatband.

As he gets close, he stops and stares, and whirls his stick upwards, staring pop-eyed at BULSTRODE.


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RAFFLES
By Jove, Nick, it is you! Unmistakable! Nick Bulstrode, to the life! Though five and twenty years have played old Bogey with us both, eh? Nick Bulstrode! You old rascal! How are you, eh? You didn't expect to see me here, I'll be bound. Come, come, shake me by the hand.

BULSTRODE more or less has to.

RAFFLES
And a very good day to you, sir.
CALEB
And to you, sir.
BULSTRODE
What brings you here?
RAFFLES
You ask me that Nick? It's you! I've been searching and asking all over for you, and now I've found you!
[to CALEB]
Old friends, old partners, dear old cronies, Nick and I.
CALEB [seeing BULSTRODE's acute embarrassment]
I'd best be leaving now, Mr. Bulstrode, we can talk about the farm another time
BULSTRODE
Yes.
CALEB
Good evening to you.
RAFFLES
And good evening to you, sir!
[to BULSTRODE]
He seems a nice fellow, Nick!

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4/51. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. AUGUST 1831. NIGHT.

RAFFLES sits by the fireside, enjoying himself.

BULSTRODE stands watching him as if he's an unexploded bomb. MRS. BULSTRODE less apprehensive, but puzzled by him.

MRS. ABEL, the housekeeper, comes in with a tray of cold supper: mutton, pickles, a bottle of brandy ...

RAFFLES
Thank you, my dear. No, leave the bottle on the table.
BULSTRODE
Thank you Mrs. Abel. You'll excuse us not sitting with you, Raffles. Harriet, my dear, I know you have much to do. Don't let us detain you. Mr. Raffles has come about a matter of business, I believe.
RAFFLES
Well, if you say so, if you insist.
MRS. BULSTRODE
I'll say goodnight then, Mr. Raffles.
RAFFLES
Oh, goodnight, Mrs. Bulstrode. I look forward to many a cosy chat.
MRS. BULSTRODE
Goodnight.
RAFFLES
I could tell you a tale or two about old Nick's London days! Goodnight, goodnight!

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She goes.

RAFFLES
Tastier looking woman than the first Mrs. B, I'll say that, Nick. Very nice indeed. But I'll bet she didn't bring a fortune like the old one did! Lots of money in stolen goods, a fine game is the fencing game, and you and the old lady ran the best fencing shop in London, eh? Regular thieves kitchen! And off to church on Sundays as if butter wouldn't melt ...

More laughter makes him cough. He takes a swig of brandy.

BULSTRODE [softly]
What do you want?
RAFFLES
Just to see you, Nick ol' boy, talk about the good old times, and share a little in your good fortune.
BULSTRODE
Why did you return from America? You were paid an adequate sum to remain there.
RAFFLES
It didn't suit me to remain there, Nick. And I'm not going back again.

He raises his glass.

BULSTRODE
You will do well to reflect that it's possible for a man to overreach himself in his efforts to secure undue advantage.
RAFFLES [much amused]
Well, you'd know all about that, Nick. I've often thought I'd have been better off by telling the first Mrs. B that I'd found her runaway daughter. I got very little from you for keeping it quiet - and seeing you take her fortune. I've a tender conscience about that pretty daughter. She died penniless, but I s'pose you know that?

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BULSTRODE [interrupting]
Listen to me. Although I am not in any way bound to you, I am willing to supply you with a quarterly income, so long as you stay away from this neighbourhood. If you insist on remaining here, you will get nothing. I shall decline to know you.
RAFFLES [he's laughing]
You remind me of that droll dog of a thief who declined to know the constable! "I shall decline to know you!"
[more laughing]
BULSTRODE [cold fury]
Your allusions are lost on me, sir. The law has no hold on me, either through your agency or any other.
RAFFLES
Can't you take a joke these days, Nick? I only meant that I should never decline to know you.

Suddenly he turns serious, and a bit menacing.

RAFFLES
I don't like your quarterly payments, and your keep your distance, Nick old boy. I'm not a leper, and I like my freedom.
BULSTRODE
What do you want then?

RAFFLES stretches and yawns.

RAFFLES
This country air makes a man uncommonly sleepy, don't it Nick? Show me to my bed and ... I'll tell you my terms in the morning.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 4M9
T/C In: 05:52:28


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4M9 continues

4/54. INT. STONE COURT. MASTER BEDROOM. AUGUST 1831. NIGHT.

MRS. BULSTRODE wakes. BULSTRODE's side of the bed is empty.

She looks over to the fireplace.

BULSTRODE is bent over in an attitude of prayer, or pain.

MRS. BULSTRODE
Nicholas? Are you ill? Is anything the matter?
BULSTRODE
Nothing, Harriet. Go back to sleep. I shall not be long.

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4/56. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

RAFFLES is sitting at the table.

He looks up at BULSTRODE.

RAFFLES
You've got thousands and thousands, Nick. All of it ill-gotten gains, and none of it yours by right. Thousands and thousands, and all I want is hundreds.

T/C Out: 05:53:18
Duration: 50"

Suddenly he turns serious and a bit menacing.

RAFFLES
Two hundred. How's that for a bargain? Give me two hundred, and I'll go away. I'll pick up my portmanteau at the turnpike, and then ... off like a bullet!
BULSTRODE
For ever?
RAFFLES
For a measly two hundred? I don't think so. You got the money here?

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4/27. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. JEWELLER'S SHOP. APRIL 1831. DAY.

LYDGATE walks down past Spooner's.

The proprietor, MR. SPOONER, opens the door, and sees a customer out.

SPOONER [ad lib]
... your husband will feel exactly the same. So, thank you very much indeed. Good day to you.
LYDGATE
Good day.
SPOONER
Dr. Lydgate. This is a pleasure.
LYDGATE
Mr. Spooner.
SPOONER
Have you come to see me, sir?
LYDGATE
Yes, I have.
SPOONER
How can I be of service to you?
LYDGATE
By extending your patience and understanding a little longer regarding the ... the settlement of my account with you, Mr. Spooner.

SPOONER was hoping to be paid. We see the momentary disappointment in his face.


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SPOONER
Of course, Dr. Lydgate. Perhaps you'd care to step into my office and we can discuss what kind of arrangement we might be able to come to.
LYDGATE [slightly taken aback]
Yes, yes, of course.
SPOONER [leading LYDGATE inside]
This way, sir.

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4/62. EXT. WOODLAND. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

TWO HUNTERS with a dog are walking through the wood.

ROSAMOND and CAPTAIN LYDGATE riding along a woodland path.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE
You will forgive me for saying so, ma'am, but it's damned nonsense. Lady Snelson was riding to hounds ten days before her confinement.

A shot goes off and both horses start to buck and kick.

ROSAMOND cries out as her horse bolts off.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Good God! Head for the trees, ma'am!

CAPTAIN LYDGATE follows and tries to steady the horse.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Steady ... steady, damn you! Damned fools with their guns! Ma'am, I think you need to dismount.

He slithers off his own horse and holds the grey and helps her dismount.

She is gasping, and half slides off into his arms, gasping and moaning ...

ROSAMOND
I am not hurt - I am well, I think ...

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4/63. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

ROSAMOND, deathly pale, lies with her eyes closed.

LYDGATE holding her hand, sits by the bed.

She opens her eyes.

LYDGATE
I'm here. I'm here, Rosy.
ROSAMOND
Tertius?
LYDGATE
I'm here.
ROSAMOND
The baby? The baby?

He doesn't say anything. She, and we, understand she's had a miscarriage.

Tears flow down her cheeks.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 4M10
T/C In: 05:55:29

ROSAMOND
Tertius ... oh, oh, Tertius ... don't be angry with me. Tertius, are you? Are you angry with me?

He shakes his head. There are tears in his eyes too.


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4M10 continues

4/64. EXT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

A carriage is moving away down the road.

It's CAPTAIN LYDGATE, riding out of the story.


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NEW SCENE : INT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. DAY.

LYDGATE watches the carriage go from the window.

He breaks down.

T/C Out: 05:56:47
Duration: 1'18"

[PICTURE STARTS TO FADE TO BLACK AT 05:56:45 - FADED COMPLETELY BY 05:56:48.]

[CLOSING CREDIT ROLLER APPEARS AT 05:56:50 WITH CLOSING MUSIC ­ SEE OVERLEAF FOR FURTHER DETAILS.]


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[Credits roller - white on black background ­ appears at 05:56:50.]

Closing Title Music
T/C In: 05:56:50

END CREDITS

CAST in order of appearance

Political Agitator CLIFFORD MILNER

Will Ladislaw RUFUS SEWELL

Mr Sparks TERRY JOHN

Mr Hawley COLUM CONVEY

Dr Wrench JAMES GARBUTT

Arthur Brooke ROBERT HARDY

Jenkins GEOFFREY WILKINSON

Dorothea JULIET AUBREY

Dr Lydgate DOUGLAS HODGE

Sir James Chettam JULIAN WADHAM

Celia CAROLINE HARKER

Rosamond TREVYN McDOWELL

Pratt ROGER MILNER

Rev Edward Casaubon PATRICK MALAHIDE


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Closing Title Music continues

Rev Farebrother SIMON CHANDLER

Mr Mawmsey KEN CAMPBELL

Captain Lydgate JEREMY SINDEN

Pritchard CHERYL FERGISON

Fred Vincy JONATHAN FIRTH

Mrs Vincy JACQUELINE TONG

Mayor Vincy STEPHEN MOORE

Nicholas Bulstrode PETER JEFFREY

Mrs Bulstrode ROSEMARY MARTIN

Mr Standish RONALD HINES

Dagley ANDREW TIERNAN

Heckler ROBERT BLYTHE

Joshua Rigg JONATHAN HACKETT

Mrs Cadwallader ELIZABETH SPRIGGS

Lady Chettam MARY HANEFEY

Caleb Garth CLIVE RUSSELL

Raffles JOHN SAVIDENT

Mrs Abel SALLY MATES

Mr Spooner DAVID SIBLEY


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Closing Title Music Continues

[CREW CREDITS]

First Assistant Director ROB EVANS

Production Manager JULIE EDWARDS

Location Managers SAM BRECKMAN JEFF GOLDING

Script Supervisor JANE GRIFFITHS

Construction Manager BARRY MOLL

Production Buyer SARA RICHARDSON

Sound Recordist DICK BOULTER

Casting GAIL STEVENS

Associate Producer ALISON GEE

Music Composed by CHRISTOPHER GUNNING STANLEY MYERS

Make-up Designer DEANNE TURNER

Costume Designer ANUSHIA NIERADZIK

Film Editor JERRY LEON

Script Editor SUSIE CHAPMAN

Production Designer GERRY SCOTT

Photographed by BRIAN TUFANO BSC


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A BBC-TV Production in association with WGBH/Boston

Executive Producer for WGBH REBECCA EATON

Executive Producer for BBC MICHAEL WEARING

[Roller ends at: 05:57:48 Final caption below fades up immediately.]

"Middlemarch"

BBC

[c] BBC TV MCMXCIV

Closing Title Music
T/C Out 05:57:53
Duration: 01'03"

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POST-PRODUCTION SCRIPT [...] UK VERSION Programme Number: 50/LDL R335T/01X [...] BBC TELEVISION Tape No: DR 21192 Programme Dur: 54'26"

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 5

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PRODUCER ... LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producers ... ALISON GEE
... CAROLE BISSET
Script Editor ... SUSIE CHAPMAN

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ... SAM DRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
PA/Script Supervisor ... JANE GRIFFITHS
Co-ordinator ... UNA SAPLAMIDES
Assistant Floor Managers ... CLARE SOLLY
... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ... ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD
Production Secretary ... LUCY HOARE

Lighting Cameraman ... BRIAN TUFANO
Sound Recordist ... DICK BOULTER
Film Editor ... JERRY LEON
Film Editor ... PAUL TOTHILL

Production Designer ... GERRY SCOTT
Costume Designer ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Make-up Designer ... DEANNE TURNER
Special Effects Designer ... STUART BRISDON
Casting ... GAIL STEVENS

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A BBC-TV PRODUCTION IN ASSOCIATION WITH WGBH/BOSTON

Filmed in Italy, Lincolnshire, Somerset - January to August 1993

FIRST TRANSMISSION DATE: WEDNESDAY 9 FEBRUARY - BBC-2 NARRATIVE REPEAT TRANSMISSION: MONDAY 14 FEBRUARY - BBC-1

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NB : Please note that programme starts with recaps at 05:58:59. ie. halfway between 05:58:59 and 05:59:00.

MIDDLEMARCH - RECAP

Comprised of 6 clips from Episode 4.

Clip 1: EXT/INT. LOWICK. Establisher and Interior of Library with Brooke and Chettam.

CHETTAM ....to make a will like that, coupling her name with this man Ladislaw. What a damned insult to Dorothea.

Clip 2: EXT. FRESHITT GROUNDS. Celia and Dorothea.

CELIA He has made a codicil to his will - to say the property is all to go away from you if you were to marry Mr Ladislaw.

Clip 3: EXT. LOWICK. Ladislaw strides away from Lowick.

LADISLAW V/O Then you approve of my going away for years and never coming back again until I've made my mark in the world.

Clip 4:INT. STONE COURT Raffles/Bulstrode

RAFFLES Two hundred. How's that for a bargain. Give me two hundred and I'll go away. I'll pick up my portmanteau at the turnpike and then off like a bullet.


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Clip 5: EXT. MIDDLEMARCH COUNTRYSIDE

We hear a gun shot which tightens Rosamond's horse. Captain Lydgate tries to steady it.

Clip 6:INT. LYDGATES Lydgate sits next to Rosamond's bed.

ROSAMOND Tertius. Oh don't be angry with me? Tertius are you? Are you angry with me?

[Picture fades to black - Opening Credits/music start at 05:59:43]


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OPENING CAST CREDITS

Opening Title Music
T/C In: 05:59:43

[Opening credits appear white on a black background ­ with diagonal fade L to R at 05:59:43]

[Page 1]

JULIET AUBREY ROBERT HARDY DOUGLAS HODGE

[Page 2]

PETER JEFFREY TREVYN McDOWELL RUFUS SEWELL

OPENING TITLE SEQUENCE

[Montage of clips from the programme mixed with specially designed graphics starts at 05:59:55 and ends with:-]

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay by ANDREW DAVIES

Producer LOUIS MARKS

Directed by ANTHONY PAGE

T/C Out: 06:00:30
Duration: 47"

[Mix from "Directed by ANTHONY PAGE" to Opening Scene - Fred Vincy riding horse into Lowick drive 06:00:30]


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5/9. EXT. LOWICK PARSONAGE. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

We can see Lowick Manor as FRED approaches on horseback

FAREBROTHER is outside unloading tables etc from the back of a wagon, helped by a couple of servants.

FRED
Good afternoon Mr. Farebrother!
FAREBROTHER
Hello Fred! Welcome to Lowick! Have you come to see my new home?
FRED
I've come to ask a favour of you - I'm ashamed to ask but there's no one else I can consult.
FAREBROTHER
I'm glad to be of service. Forgive me while I try to get some order out of this chaos.
[to SERVANT]
Henry, will you hurry with this rug.

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5/10. EXT. LOWICK PARSONAGE. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

FAREBROTHER and FRED walk through the churchyard.

FRED
It does seem uncommonly hard on my father ... and I feel like an ungrateful dog, but I - I can't bear the thought of going in to the Church. I just don't like divinity and preaching, and feeling obliged to look serious all the time.
FAREBROTHER [smiling]
Like me, you mean? I used to wish I had been anything rather than a clergyman.
FRED
But I'm not cut out for it. I like ... riding across country, and doing what other men do.
[he hesitates]
And there's another hindrance. There's someone I am very fond of. I've loved her ever since we were children.

FAREBROTHER loves her too, of course, though FRED doesn't know that. He sits down on a stone slab, takes off his hat and runs his fingers through his hair.

FAREBROTHER
Miss Garth, I suppose.
FRED
Yes. I shouldn't mind anything if she would have me.
FAREBROTHER
Do you think she returns your feelings?

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FRED
She will never say so, but ... I do think she cares about me. What I wanted to ask you ... would you talk to her about me? You see she has set her mind against my being a clergyman, and I don't know what to do unless I can get at her feeling. I would like to learn farming, but that takes capital, and Father can't spare any more and he says there's no more room for me in his trade. But if only she'd give me some encouragement, I'd find some other occupation that would make me worthy of her, I know I would.
FAREBROTHER
Why are you asking me, Fred? Surely you should talk to her yourself.
FRED
She made me promise not to speak about it again. But she might listen to what you have to say. She thinks so highly of you.

FAREBROTHER feels that rather a lot is being asked of him. He's not exactly feeling bitter, but he's feeling used.

FAREBROTHER
You're very confident that I shall plead your case for you. You must feel it to be a very deserving one.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M2
T/C In: 06:02:47

FRED
Oh, it isn't that Mr. Farebrother. It's ... it's just that I don't know how I could live without the hope of her ... it would be like learning to live with wooden legs. Please ... speak to her for me.

FAREBROTHER's face. He knows he's going to have to do it.


[Page] 5/7

5M2 continues

5/2. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. JEWELLER'S SHOP AND STREET. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

LYDGATE comes along the street.

A couple of gossiping women turn and see him, and are obviously talking about him.

He goes into the big jeweller's and silversmith's shop.

T/C Out: 06:03:14
Duration: 27"


[Page] 5/8

5/4. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. JEWELLER'S. OFFICE. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

SPOONER opens the door to the office.

SPOONER
In here Sir.

They walk into the room.

SPOONER
These are difficult times, Dr. Lydgate. I know what good work you do in Middlemarch.
LYDGATE [ruefully]
I wish there were more who shared your high opinion.
SPOONER
Middlemarch men are slow to change. You have to be patient. I know you've had considerable expenses.
LYDGATE
Yes: purchasing the practice. And the house, of course. But ... the two outstanding debts at present are to yourself, for the silver plate, the cutlery and the jewellery ... and to Harker for the furniture. I must tell you plainly Mr. Spooner that I have not the wherewithal at present to pay either of you.
SPOONER
I appreciate your frankness, Dr. Lydgate. And Mr. Harker is asking for immediate payment?
LYDGATE [a bit surprised]
Yes, yes he is.

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SPOONER
I understand he has creditors of his own. You're not inclined to seek help from Mr. Bulstrode to pay your bills?
LYDGATE
No, no. I er ... no ... in view of um ...
SPOONER
Public business, quite. Above suspicion, very right and proper. Well. You have the bill of sale for the furniture?

LYDGATE produces it.

SPOONER sits down at his desk and looks it over. LYDGATE clears his throat and sits down opposite him.

SPOONER
Yes ... I'll take this over, Dr. Lydgate, along with what you already owe this establishment. That would make five hundred and twenty seven pounds altogether ... at five percent? Is that agreeable?
LYDGATE
I appreciate your understanding.
SPOONER
Young professional man, establishing himself. And the security is good. My valuer, Mr. Manley, will need to visit the house to take an inventory.
LYDGATE
An inventory? I shouldn't have thought that would be necessary? Can't you go by the original bill of sale?
SPOONER
I've found from long experience, Dr. Lydgate, it's better to do these things in the proper way. It avoids misunderstandings. You'll find my men will be very tactful. Mrs. Lydgate will hardly know they're there, sir.

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5/11. EXT. GARTH HOUSE. GARDEN/ORCHARD. AUGUST 1831. DAY. LATE AFTERNOON.

MARY GARTH and FAREBROTHER walking along.

MARY
I cannot say for certain that I'll every be his wife; but certainly I will never be his wife if he becomes a clergyman. How could I love a man who takes up a profession he doesn't care about? Only because it's considered a gentlemans calling. He would be ridiculous. Do you think I'm too hard on him?
FAREBROTHER [smiling]
Well, he did ask me to report exactly what you think. But tell me: if he braved all the difficulties of getting his bread in some other way - would you then give him the support of hope? Might he then count on winning you?

MARY puts her basket down on the grass and sits beside it picking up windfall apples from ground. FAREBROTHER sits down beside her.

MARY [with a touch of resentment]
I don't think he should put such questions until he has done something worthy, instead of talking about it and boasting what he could do if he tried!
FAREBROTHER
Pardon me, Mary. I think you might say more. Can he count on your remaining single until he has earned your hand, or not? To put it another way: is it possible you might consider bestowing your affections on ... another man? When a woman's feelings touch the happiness of more lives than one, it is kinder - kinder to all - to be perfectly direct and open.

[Page] 5/11

He is telling her that he is keen on her too. She takes it in, and feels moved and a bit overwhelmed by this new element in the situation. But she does know what she feels:

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M3
T/C In: 06:07:17

MARY
Since you think it's my duty, Mr. Farebrother ... I must tell you ... I do have so strong a feeling for Fred that I could never give him up for anyone else. I could never be happy if I thought he was unhappy for the loss of me. And more than anything ... I long for him to do something that will make him worthy of everyone's respect.

Pause.

FAREBROTHER has mixed feelings. He's heard the knell of doom for his own hopes. But he's a generous man.

FAREBROTHER
Thank you, Mary.
[pause]
Now I've fulfilled my commission.

He stands up and starts walking away, stops and turns:

FAREBROTHER
With this prospect before him, we shall get Fred into the right niche somehow ... [laughs] I hope that I shall live long enough to join your hands in marriage.

Music Cue - 5M3
T/C Out: 07[6]:08:22
Duration: 1'05"

MARY stands.

MARY [tears in eyes]
Oh ... please stay. Let me give you some tea!

Piano Piece
Leichte Sonate Opus 49 No.1
by Beethoven
T/C In: 07[6]:08:50

FAREBROTHER
No my dear. I must be getting back.

FAREBROTHER walks off.


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5/8. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. NIGHT.

ROSAMOND calm and lovely as ever, playing the piano.

LYDGATE's preoccupied expression. He's going to have to tell her. She stops, and smiles across at him.

LYDGATE
Come. Come and sit by me.

Leichte Sonate
T/C Out: 06:09:05
Duration: 14"

She's compliant, as always.

LYDGATE
Rosy; I'm afraid this will hurt you, but there are things which we must face together. Ever since our marriage our expenses have exceeded our income, and I have been forced to borrow against the security of our furniture and plate. I still hope this will be a temporary expedient ­ after all, we are owed almost as much as we owe others - but, well, these things must be done in what Middlemarch calls the "proper" way - and ... tomorrow some men are coming to make an inventory of the furniture.

She's awfully shocked.

LYDGATE
It's only a security, they're not coming to take anything away, just to make a list of what we are offering as ... well, as security.
ROSAMOND
Have you asked Papa for money?
LYDGATE
No, of course not.

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ROSAMOND
Then I shall!
LYDGATE
No, Rosy. I don't wish you to do that; and in any case it's too late.
ROSAMOND
No, you can send the men away tomorrow when they come.
LYDGATE
That isn't possible. And I must insist your father isn't told, unless I choose to tell him.
ROSAMOND
Maybe your Uncle Godwin would help. If we were to go visit him again.
LYDGATE
We're not wanted at my Uncle's, Rosy.
ROSAMOND
You don't know everything, Tertius. Captain Lydgate said Sir Godwin had the highest opinion of his nephew's talents, and that Mrs. Lydgate was the most beautiful woman that ever graced the table there.
LYDGATE
Those were the words of a coxcomb trying to turn your head with flattery. Understand me when I tell you that it is useless to appeal to my family for help!

He can't stop the anger coming through.

ROSAMOND
Then why do you tell me at all? What do you want from me? What can I do?

She isn't offering to help, she's protesting. Tears running down her cheeks. He feels like a bastard.


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LYDGATE [tenderly, wearily]
Try not to grieve. We shall weather it. But we must somehow change our way of living. I have, I have been a thoughtless rascal; but you're so clever that if you turn your mind to managing you'll soon school me into carefulness.

She starts to feel a bit better, she likes it when he talks to her like his tender little bird.

ROSAMOND
Can we not leave Middlemarch, and go to London, Tertius, or Bath ... or to Durham, where your family is known?
LYDGATE
We can go nowhere without money, Rosamond. Come. Look. This is Spooner's account. He tells me he will take a good deal of the plate back again, and ... and any of the jewellery we like. He is being very good about it.
ROSAMOND
Are we to go without knives and forks then?
LYDGATE
No, of course not. See. I have marked a number of things here that we rarely use. I have not marked any of the jewellery.
ROSAMOND
No, it is useless for me to look. You must return what you please.

She walks out of the room.

ROSAMOND comes back in, carrying her jewel case, like a sacrificial virgin with a votive offering.

ROSAMOND
Here is all the jewellery you ever gave me. You can return what you like of it, and any of the plate as well. Please don't expect me to stay at home tomorrow. I shall go to Papa's.

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LYDGATE [he feels bitter and defeated]
And when will you come back?
ROSAMOND
Oh ... in the evening. You needn't worry. I shan't mention the subject to Mamma.
LYDGATE [one last effort]
Rosy. Now we're married, you shouldn't leave me by myself in the first trouble that has come to us.
ROSAMOND
I shall do everything it becomes me to do.
LYDGATE [rather awkwardly]
Well ... it is surely better to manage the thing ourselves and let the servants see as little of it as possible.
ROSAMOND
Very well, I will stay at home.
LYDGATE
Thank you. I shan't touch your jewels. I shall write out a list of plate that we can return - we shall not miss that ... Oh, there's no ink.
ROSAMOND [meek, demure, in little things]
Here, Tertius, let me get it for you ...

As she goes past him he catches hold of her. His little bird. He feels like sobbing.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M4
T/C In: 06:13:31

LYDGATE
Oh, Rosy ... come, let us make the best of things. It will only be for a time. Kiss me.

She lifts her lovely face and he takes it between his great hands. So much pent-up emotion in his kiss. So much demure control in the way she receives it.

Then she goes to fetch the inkstand.


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NEW SCENE : EXT. FRESHITT. DAY.

Establisher.

Music Cue- 5M4
T/C Out: 06:13:51
Duration: 20"


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5/12. INT. FRESHITT. MORNING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY. LATE AFTERNOON.

MRS. CADWALLADER, LADY CHETTAM, CHETTAM, and CELIA sit waiting for DOROTHEA.

MRS. CADWALLADER
Ah, Dorothea.
CHETTAM
Just in time.
DOROTHEA
You see, Mrs. Cadwallader, I am not yet run into madness or melancholy!
MRS. CADWALLADER
I see, my dear, very well and with great pleasure.
CELIA
Dear Dodo, do take off that cap - I'm sure it makes you feel ill.
DOROTHEA
Oh, not at all. I am used to it now; I feel rather exposed when it's off.
CELIA
I must see you without it. It makes us all warm.

She comes behind DOROTHEA, takes off her cap, and all her lovely hair shakes free.

CHETTAM
Ah. Much better.

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CELIA
No need to make a slavery of mourning, not amongst your friends.
LADY CHETTAM
My dear Celia, a widow must wear her mourning for at least a year.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Not if she marries again before the end of it!
LADY CHETTAM
That is very rare, I hope. No friend of ours ever committed herself in that way. Except Mrs. Beevor - and severely she was punished for it. They say Captain Beevor dragged her about by the hair, and held up loaded pistols at her!
MRS. CADWALLADER
Oh but if she took the wrong man! Any marriage is wrong then, first or second. But if she can marry blood, beauty and bravery - the sooner the better!
CHETTAM
I think the subject of this conversation is very ill chosen. Suppose we change it.
DOROTHEA
Not on my account. I have quite other thoughts about my life. I shall never marry again. You see - I have been thinking about what to do at Lowick: I am going to build a kind of colony there, where everybody shall live and everybody shall work. And the work shall be done well. I want to know everyone of the people - and be their friend. I will have consultations with Mr. Garth. He will tell me what is possible and how to go about it.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Well!

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CELIA
Oh, Dodo. Well then you'll be happy if you have plans again!

The sisters smile at each other. The NURSE comes in with BABY ARTHUR.

CELIA
And so will little Arthur.

The NURSE hands the baby to CELIA.

CELIA [to NURSE ]
Thank you.
[to BABY]
Arthur says when he grows up he will have great plans, and consult with Mr. Garth about them every day! Won't you, baby?

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NEW SCENE : EXT. LYDGATE'S. NIGHT.

Establisher.

LYDGATE [VO]
I feel as if I've been losing control of my life Farebrother ...

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5/34. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT.

LYDGATE is pouring himself a glass of wine.

LYDGATE
I neglect my private practice for the new hospital, and the bills mount up ... I seem to have lost some ... intellectual edge I once had ...
FAREBROTHER
Oh come, your work on cholera is widely admired ...
LYDGATE
Any fool could have done that - it's simply a matter of public education and better standards of cleanliness. I wanted to do something fundamental, discover what primal unit of life it is ... oh God! I can't even manage my own household budget, it seems.
FAREBROTHER
Well, there you have a lovely wife to share the burden with you.
LYDGATE
Yes, she is lovely, isn't she. My wife is, after all, a lovely woman.

FAREBROTHER senses that LYDGATE wants to be left alone. He finishes his wine.

FAREBROTHER
I must be going; I've kept you up too late.

He walks towards the door, hesitates, then:


[Page] 5/22

FAREBROTHER
Lydgate: you were a great help to me not so long ago. Your helping me to the curacy at Lowick has enabled me to change the course of my life, and for the better. I don't wish to embarrass you - but, is there any way I could help you now?
LYDGATE [smiling]
Not unless you were very rich. No, I've dug myself in, but I shall dig myself out. Oh, forgive me, Farebrother. Not usually such a bear. It's only money, after all.

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5/13. EXT. LOWICK GROUNDS. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

DOROTHEA and CALEB GARTH stand in the grounds, with plans.

CALEB [examining her drawing]
I'd site the cottages on higher ground than you have them here - that's marshy ground down in that hollow. Drain it as many times as you like, you'd never get rid of the damp.
DOROTHEA
It'll have to be levelled.
CALEB
It seems likely you'll lose some land to the railway - there's a great deal of fear and doubt about it amongst the farmers - but I see it as an opportunity. The compensation will help finance your colony.
DOROTHEA
Good. And do you think we might build a cottage industry here at Lowick? I thought perhaps a pottery?
CALEB
Aye, why not? The clay's good hereabouts, and people will be always wanting crocks. I'll go back and make up new working drawings and cost the whole thing up directly.

They start walking away.

CALEB
Excellent, excellent, good work to do! Just the sort of meat I like to get my teeth into.

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DOROTHEA [feeling happy too]
You have made me very happy today.
CALEB
It will involve great expense.
DOROTHEA
Oh, I don't mind about that Mr. Garth.

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NEW SCENE : EXT. LYDGATE'S

Piano Piece
Sonatina in C Major
Opus 36 No.6
by Clementi
T/C In: 06:18:37

Establisher.


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5/14. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

ROSAMOND is playing the piano.

LADISLAW sits deep in thought.

The piece comes to an end. ROSAMOND sighs prettily.

Sonatina in C Major
T/C Out: 06:18:51
Duration: 14"

ROSAMOND
We are like two prisoners, aren't we?
LADISLAW
Are we?
ROSAMOND
I think so. I am a prisoner of poverty ... We are both prisoners of gossip. And you are a prisoner of love, I believe.
LADISLAW
Oh.
ROSAMOND
Tertius wondered why you stayed on so long in Middlemarch, after saying you were leaving. I said I think l know. There is a powerful magnet in this neighbourhood.
LADISLAW
To be sure; no one knows that better than you.
ROSAMOND
Oh, I speak of Mrs. Casaubon. What a romance it would make: the jealous old husband laying a plan to spoil his young wife's happiness by making a will in which she would forfeit her property if she marries his young cousin ... and then I'm sure the end will be thoroughly romantic!

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LADISLAW has been looking angry and disturbed from near the start of this. Now he turns on ROSAMOND furiously.

LADISLAW
Where did you hear this?
ROSAMOND
From my brother Fred. I thought that everyone in the county had heard of it. You mean you didn't know of it yourself?
LADISLAW
No, I did not! Great God!
ROSAMOND
I daresay she will like you better than the property! When shall we hear about the marriage?
LADISLAW
Never! You will never hear of it!

He stares at her blankly.


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5/27. EXT FRESHITT FRONT GARDEN, AUGUST 1831. DAY.

DOROTHEA is with CELIA a little way off.

CHETTAM in the foreground with MRS. CADWALLADER.

CHETTAM
It's an outrage that that young adventurer, Ladislaw, is still walking about Middlemarch proud as a peacock as if he had every right to.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Well, I suppose he has, Sir James. I know it's a disgrace to be a foreigner, but unfortunately it is not yet a crime.
CHETTAM
Come, come, it is not a joking matter, Mrs. Cadwallader. I suppose the whole county knows by now about the terms of Casaubon's will. By remaining here he makes Dorothea a subject of gossip and speculation.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Yes, you are quite right. And from what I hear he has done very little for young Mrs. Lydgate's reputation either.
CHETTAM
I have been wondering how I could broach the matter to Dorothea without ... well without ... it is damnedly difficult - forgive me ...
MRS. CADWALLADER
Enough! I understand. You shall be innocent.

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CHETTAM
I don't mean that it's of any consequence. Only - only it's desirable Dorothea should know there are reasons why she should not receive him again - and I really can't say so to her. It will come lightly from you.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Trust me, Sir James. Trust me.

As DOROTHEA comes nearer:

MRS. CADWALLADER
Oh I hear you're going to Tipton, my dear? May I come with you?

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5/28. EXT. COUNTRY ROAD BETWEEN FRESHITT AND TIPTON. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

DOROTHEA and MRS. CADWALLADER in an open carriage on a lovely summer day.

MRS. CADWALLADER
Young Mr. Ladislaw, as I understand it, is still not gone from Middlemarch. That report was a false one. He prefers, apparently, to spend his day warbling with your Dr. Lydgate's wife, or lying on her rug, some say. But people from manufacturing towns were always disreputable.
DOROTHEA [hotly]
Mrs. Cadwallader: you began by saying that one report was false - why should this one not be false as well? I shall not hear evil spoken of Mr. Ladislaw. He has suffered too much injustice already!

MRS. CADWALLADER is unrepentant.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M5
T/C In: 06:22:16

MRS. CADWALLADER
Well, heaven grant it, my dear! - I mean that all bad tales may be false. But it is a pity that young Lydgate married one of the Middlemarch girls - I mean, wasn't he the son of somebody? Ah well, one cannot be wise for other people. Ooh, a chill breeze. I do not know why we English stubbornly persevere with open carriages.

The carriage carries on down the path.

MRS. CADWALLADER
I know you don't believe it, but it would be scandalous if you received him ...

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5/47. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH COACH YARD. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY, LATE AFTERNOON.

BAMBRIDGE stands at the water trough.

HAWLEY walks up to him as the stage coach rattles in. He has to shout above the noise.

Music Cue- 5M5
T/C Out: 06:22:49
Duration: 33"

HAWLEY
Mr. Bambridge. I am needing a first rate gig horse. I don't suppose you'd know of one that would fit the bill.
BAMBRIDGE
Ah ha! That I do Mr. Hawley, it's a nice little grey over at ...

Some sort of dispute seems to be going on inside the carriage as RAFFLES emerges, in a bad state.

RAFFLES
I am getting out! Don't distress yourself dear ladies! I know where I'm not wanted! I have friends! Take care with that portmanteau, you ruffian!

Some little kids, URCHINS, come round to inspect him and laugh at him.

URCHINS [ad lib]
Give us some money, Mr. Go on, give us some money. Give us some money ... he's drunk.

One of the URCHINS dodges round behind him and pulls his coat tail.

RAFFLES turns round with a roar.

The URCHINS squeal and scatter, then regroup - this is a good game.

BAMBRIDGE strides up and scatters them.


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BAMBRIDGE
Off with you, go on!

HAWLEY joins them.

RAFFLES
You find John Raffles at a temporary low ebb in his fortunes ... I have to visit a dear friend - old Nick Bulstrode of Stone Court.
HAWLEY
Mr. Bulstrode? A friend of yours sir?
RAFFLES
Ah, Nick is a dear friend ... ha, ha!
BAMBRIDGE
I'm going that way sir. I can take yer.
RAFFLES
Nick'll pay. Oh, he's paid before, and he'll pay again. Oh, loves to see me, loves to pay!

BAMBRIDGE and RAFFLES walk away, HAWLEY watching them.

See the cart moving off, BAMBRIDGE beside the driver, RAFFLES lying in the back.

RAFFLES
You're a saint and a Christian, sir ...
BAMBRIDGE
Say no more John, you're very welcome.

The carriage leaves the coachyard.


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5/29. EXT. TIPTON. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

The carriage draws up in front of the house with DOROTHEA and MRS. CADWALLADER.

MRS. CADWALLADER [VO]
Such a pity that your Uncle had to run away to France and shut up the home ...

From a window we see LADISLAW watching DOROTHEA and MRS. CADWALLADER get out of the carriage.

DOROTHEA [as she is a given a hand getting out of the carriage by a driver]
Will you come in, Mrs. Cadwallader?
MRS. CADWALLADER
No, my dear, I shall just take a walk through the garden.

DOROTHEA is met outside by MRS. KELL, the housekeeper.

DOROTHEA
Good afternoon Mrs. Kell. Uncle's asked me to sort a few things out for him.
MRS. KELL
Oh, but Mrs Casaubon ....
DOROTHEA [heading for the door]
I shan't be long.
MRS. KELL
.... Mr. Ladislaw is here.
DOROTHEA
Oh. Thank you Mrs. Kell.

DOROTHEA walks into the house.


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5/31. INT. TIPTON. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

LADISLAW looks up from putting his papers into his briefcase to see DOROTHEA in the doorway.

LADISLAW
I wrote to you today. I am going away immediately, and I could not go without speaking to you again.
DOROTHEA
I thought we had parted when you came to Lowick many weeks ago.
LADISLAW
Yes, but when we spoke before, I was dreaming that I might come back some day. I don't think I ever will now.

DOROTHEA's reaction.

LADISLAW
I wanted to say that I have only lately heard the terms of Mr. Casaubon's will. They insult me grossly, both in your eyes and in the eyes of others. I wanted to say that under no circumstances would I have given men the chance of saying I sought money under the pretext of seeking something else. There was no need of any safeguard against me ... your wealth is safeguard enough.
DOROTHEA
I'm sure no safeguard was ever needed against you.

A long look between them, full of pain. Her words just make him feel hopeless.


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LADISLAW
I must go.

He picks up his bag and walks towards the door.

DOROTHEA
What will you do?

He stops, turns and looks at DOROTHEA.

LADISLAW
Oh, I shall work away at the first thing that offers. I suppose one gets a habit of doing without happiness or hope.
DOROTHEA [moved almost to sobbing]
Oh, what sad words!
LADISLAW
There are things a man can only go through once in his life ... this experience has happened to me while I am still very young, that's all. What I care for more than I can ever care for anything else is absolutely forbidden me.
DOROTHEA
I have never done you any injustice. Please remember me.
LADISLAW
How can you say that? As if I were not in danger of forgetting everything else!

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M6
T/C In: 06:26:51

He says it almost savagely, turns on his heel and walks out.

She stands there stunned.


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5M6 continues

5/33. EXT. COUNTRY HlGHWAY. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

LADISLAW sits on top of the stagecoach, looking tragic and Byronic.


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5/50. + 5/51 INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT.

RAFFLES sits at a table by the fire. He has some food, a bottle of brandy and a glass. He is muttering to himself.

MRS. BULSTRODE walks up to BULSTRODE who stands watching RAFFLES from the door in the hallway.

Music Cue- 5M6
T/C Out: 06:27:27
Duration: 36"

RAFFLES
Aye, I must have caught a chill on the road, Somewhere around Stoney Stanton. It's a cold damp place is Stoney Stanton. Warming up now, warming up.
[he coughs ]
Oh, Nicky's a good boy, you can say what you like. Are you there, Nicky?? Oh, beggar me, I'm talking to myself.
MRS. BULSTRODE [whispering]
I don't understand it, Nicholas. Surely he has no further claim on us.
BULSTRODE [whispering]
He is one of God's creatures, Harriet. That is his claim. "If thou doest it for the least of my bretheren, thou doest it for me".
MRS. BULSTRODE
But Nicholas ...
BULSTRODE
I know my dear - he is repulsive, degraded - but you need not see or speak to him. Mrs. Abel will tend to his needs. And I shall send him away at first light tomorrow in my own carriage.
MRS. BULSTRODE
You are very good, Nicholas.

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He leads her out of the doorway back into the hall.

BULSTRODE
I knew him in other days ... before he had sunk so deep.
RAFFLES [OOV]
Nick ...

BULSTRODE and MRS. BULSTRODE stop and turn around. RAFFLES slouched in the chair by the fire.

RAFFLES
Nicky old man ...

BULSTRODE beckons MRS. BULSTRODE out of the door and closes it behind her.

RAFFLES [OOV - cont.] [mumbling]
Oh, come and keep me company.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M7
T/C In: 06:28:44

BULSTRODE sits down at a table behind and away from RAFFLES and watches him distastefully as he eats food, drinks wine, mumbling.


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5M7 continues

5/53. INT. STONE COURT. CORRIDOR. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY.

It is just hefore dawn.

BULSTRODE comes down the stairs and opens the door to RAFFLES room.


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5/54. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY.

RAFFLES sleeping.

BULSTRODE pulls back the curtain: it's just beginning to get light outside.

BULSTRODE's voice, as usual, is little more than a whisper, but his tone is brutal:

BULSTRODE
Wake up! Wake up, sir!

Music Cue- 5M7
T/C Out: 06:29:39
Duration: 55"

RAFFLES struggles into consciousness.

RAFFLES
Nick ... I thought you ...
BULSTRODE
Be silent and hear what I have to say. My carriage will be here in ten minutes, at seven o'clock and I shall conduct you as far as Ilsley myself. I will furnish you with a reasonable sum but if you present yourself here again, if you return to Middlemarch, if you use your tongue against me, you will have to live on such fruits as your malice can bring you. I know the worst you can do against me, and I shall brave it if you dare to thrust yourself on me again. Now get up, sir, and do as I order you, or I shall send for the constable to take you off my premises!

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M8
T/C In: 06:30:23

He walks out, leaving RAFFLES struggling up.


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5M8 continues

5/57. INT. BULSTRODE'S CARRIAGE. ROAD NEAR STONE COURT. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY.

Inside the carriage, BULSTRODE and his tormentor RAFFLES.

BULSTRODE sits very still, very straight, trying not to touch RAFFLES, who is a bit smelly.

RAFFLES is asleep.


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5M8 continues

5/58. EXT. BULSTRODE'S CARRIAGE. ROAD NEAR STONE COURT. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY.

The carriage rattles away from us into the early morning light.


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5M8 continues

5/55. EXT. STONE COURT. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY. DAWN.

BULSTRODE walking in the gardens.

BULSTRODE
But he will return, if Death doesn't take him first ... why do you allow him to torment me so?

He clasps his hands.


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5/15. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

A group of THREE RAILWAYMEN surveying a field.

Music Cue- 5M8
T/C Out: 06:31:15
Duration: 52"

RAILWAYMAN [ad lib]
Bit more to the left there.

Now we're with CALEB GARTH and his young assistant TOM, a boy of 17. They are measuring out a field with a measuring chain.

CALEB
Right. Lets take the next fifty. Off you go.
[signalling to TOM ]
To your left a bit.

TOM watches the FOUR RAILWAYMEN taking measurements.

TOM [OOV]
Them railway men taking the same measurements, Mr. Garth?
CALEB
That's right, Tom.

We see FRED watching them all from a hillside. His POV.

Back to CALEB and TOM:

CALEB
We're all at the same work today. We'll be with them by and by.
HIRAM FORD [OOV]
Damn those railwaymen! The country's overrun by them!

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Now we're with the FARM LABOURERS who are riding on the back of a cart and getting worked up at the sight of the RAILWAYMEN.

HIRAM FORD
What right have they got to go spying about on another man's land? They be cutting this land into sixes and sevens.

The FARM LABOURERS' POV of the RAILWAYMEN:

HIRAM FORD [OOV - cont.]
Go cut up land in another parish!

Back to the FARM LABOURERS sitting on the cart.

HIRAM FORD
Come on. Let's get 'em lads!
FARMERS
Aye!

They jump off their cart and advance towards the alarmed RAILWAYMEN at a trot, armed with pitchforks.

Now we're back with TOM and CALEB.

TOM [pointing to the LABOURERS]
Mr. Garth! Look!

Now with FRED who has seen what is happening and turns his horse towards them.

Back to CALEB and TOM:

CALEB
Go down and see what's happening, Tom!

TOM runs down to the RAILWAYMEN.


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5/16. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

FRED VINCY steers his horse down the hillside and then gallops to join them.


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5/17. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

TOM reaches the labourers.

TOM
What are you doing?

He is instantly knocked down by one of the LABOURERS with the handle of his fork, and lies senseless.

The LABOURERS chase the RAILWAYMEN.

HIRAM FORD
Give 'em all the same medicine!

CALEB GARTH runs up to TOM and kneels down beside him.

CALEB
Tom ... Tom ...

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5/18. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

FRED gallops past CALEB and TOM towards the LABOURERS who now gather around HIRAM FORD who is yelling at FRED.

FRED
What are you playing at, you damn fools!
HIRAM FORD
You come here, young master, I'll teach you a lesson! You get down off of that horse, I'll go a round with you.
FRED
Don't be a damn fool, man!
HIRAM FORD
You're a coward, you are ...
FRED
I'll see you hanged or transported, every last one of you, if you've killed that boy!

HIRAM FORD and the LABOURERS who begin to see the serious consequences of their actions look over towards TOM and CALEB kneeling beside him.

HIRAM FORD [nervously]
Well, we were only after a bit of fun. Weren't we, lads?
LABOURERS
Aye.

HIRAM FORD watches after FRED as he rides towards CALEB and TOM:

HIRAM FORD
Only a bit of fun ...

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5/19. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

CALEB is bending down over TOM who has regained consciousness.

FRED [OOV]
How is he, Mr. Garth?
CALEB
He's just coming round ...

FRED stops just beside them. As he dismounts:

FRED
He can have my horse and go on up to Yodrells farm. They'll take care of him.
CALEB [pointing to the LABOURERS]
I'd best go and speak with them.
FRED [kneeling beside TOM]
You alright Tom?
TOM
Yeah.

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5/20. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY.
CALEB [OOV]
Why now lads, how's this then? Someone's been telling you lies. The railroad does no harm.

CALEB strides up the the LABOURERS.

HIRAM FORD
Does no harm? They make cows cast their calves, and carve a great slice through a poor man's land and the law says nothing to it.
CALEB
Nonsense! Railway's a good thing.
TIMOTHY
Aye, good for big folk to make money out on. What about the poor man, Mr. Garth?
LABOURERS
Aye.
CALEB
If times are hard, it's not the railway makes them so. Those men are on this land legally and if you meddle with them then it will only mean the constable and the handcuffs and Middlemarch jail. So what's it to be, lads: live and let live?
HIRAM FORD [mockingly]
Live and let live!
CALEB
No need for you to stir up trouble.

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TIMOTHY
I seen lots of new things come up since I were a young 'un. The war, the peace, the canals ... it's all alike to the poor man. The big folks makes money, and the poor man gets pushed aside.
LABOURERS
Aye, that's true.
TIMOTHY
But then you're for the big folks Mr. Garth.

CALEB feels uncomfortable. He's got no answer to that.

TIMOTHY
We're all sorry about the lad, like. Didn't mean him no harm. You'll tell him that?
CALEB
I will, Timothy.
TIMOTHY
All right then, lads.

We sense that though HIRAM FORD is the employer, TIMOTHY is the moral leader. The point's been made. When TIMOTHY says it's over, it's over.

They walk away and pass FRED, who is helping TOM get onto his horse.

FRED
Up you get ... there you go.

TOM is now on the horse. CALEB joins them.

CALEB
Are you feeling better now Tom?
TOM
I'm alright, Mr. Garth.

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CALEB
Good lad.
[putting on his hat ]
Well that's my day's work gone.
FRED
I could help you, Mr. Garth.
CALEB [pleased]
Aye, Fred! You could!

They're walking away now, back to where CALEB left his measuring equipment. It's all reverted to an apparently idyllic country scene.

FRED [esitates, then]
D'you think I'm too old to learn your business? Do you think I might be any good in it?
CALEB [surprised]
I thought you were for the Church, Fred.
FRED
No, I don't want to go into the Church, Mr. Garth. And Mary won't have me if I do.
CALEB
Ah.

FRED rushes on, a bit embarrassed because he's gone on record about his love for Mary.

FRED
And I know a bit about land and cattle, and you know I used to wish for land of my own. Well, to learn to manage land for others would be the next best thing.
CALEB
What have you said to your father about this?

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FRED
Nothing, yet. I don't like to disappoint him ... But how could I know, when I was fifteen, what would be right for me to do? My education was a mistake.

CALEB looks at him thoughtfully.

FRED
I know I have no claim on you, Mr. Garth - quite the opposite, in fact ...
CALEB
No, no Fred. You have a claim. The young ones always have a claim on the old to help them forward. Come to my office tomorrow, at nine, and we'll talk about it. Nine sharp, mind.

FRED is delighted.

FRED
Thank you, Mr. Garth. Thank you with all my heart.
CALEB
Right, let's get this work done.

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NEW SCENE : EXT. VINCY'S. DAY.

Establisher.

A milkmaid walks past the Vincy house.

VINCY [OOV]
You have thrown away your education and gone ...

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5/24. INT. VINCY'S HOUSE. BREAKFAST ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

VINCY tucking into a large breakfast.

He is not best pleased with FRED.

VINCY [cont.]
... down a step in life, when I'd hoped to see you rise. Well, I've no more to say. I wash my hands of you. I only hope when you've a son of your own he'll make you a better return for all the pains you spend on him.

He's moved himself to self-pity by his words. He doesn't want to look at FRED.

FRED
I'm sorry that we differ, Father. I hope you won't object to my remaining at home. I shall be able to pay for my board now and I would wish to, of course.
VINCY
Well of course your mother would want you to stay - and board be hanged, you're still my boy, Fred! Let's hear no more of that nonsense!
[pointing his finger at FRED ]
I shall keep no horse for you! You understand? And you can pay for your own tailor! You'll do with a suit or two less, I fancy, when you have to pay for 'em!
FRED
Will you shake hands with me, Father?
VINCY
Oh ... yes.
[taking FRED's hand]
Yes, yes. Say no more about it.

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NEW SCENE : EXT. GARTH'S. DAY.

Establisher.

CALEB [OOV]
It's come about as I thought Susan ...

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5/21. INT. GARTH HOUSE. PARLOUR. AUGUST. 1831. NIGHT.

CALEB totting up columns of figures in his pocket book. MRS. GARTH is reading.

CALEB [cont.]
The children are fond of each other ... Fred and Mary, I mean.

MRS. GARTH takes off her glasses and looks at him.

CALEB
I believe they love each other, Susan. I think she'll be the making of him.
MRS. GARTH
Oh.
CALEB
Fred has asked me to teach him farm management, and surveying, and the whole business.
MRS. GARTH
Caleb ... our Mary could have had a man worth twenty Fred Vincys - Mr. Farebrother. Of course, now that Fred has used him as an envoy there is an end to that!

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M9
T/C In: 06:37:56

CALEB
Well, that would have made me very proud and happy. But you took me, though I was a plain man. The lad is good at bottom, Susan, and he loves and honours our Mary beyond anything. It would break him to lose her. He's put his soul in my hands and I must do my best for him, so help me God. It's my duty, Susan.

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5M9 continues

Close to tears from all the conflicting emotions:

MRS. GARTH
Bless you, Caleb. Our children have a good father!

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5/25. EXT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY.

MR. and MRS. VINCY leave the house and walk down the street.

Music Cue- 5M9
T/C Out: 06:38:02
Duration: 46"

MRS. VINCY
The best naturedest, the most handsome young man in Middlemarch, to want to marry such a plain low little thing, To give up the church to be an estate manager! It's very lowering, Vincy, I'm quite cut up about it!
VINCY
Well, that's children. Bound to be trouble. Our Rosy's as bad. Husband up to the neck in debt. Well, they'll get no money from me, because I've got none, the bank owns me lock stock and barrel, so that's that. Don't look dull Lucy. Don't make it worse by letting me see you out of spirits. I'll drive you to Riverstown tomorrow.

She smiles up at him.


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5/35. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRESSING ROOM/ BEDROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT.

LYDGATE still fully dressed, ROSAMOND in her nightgown. He is helping her let her hair down at the looking glass.

LYDGATE
I think we shall have to move house, Rosy. As a temporary expedient. We must clear the debt on the furniture within the next few months. I think I see one way out. Ned Plymdale is going to be married to Miss Sophie Toller. I'm sure they'd be glad to take this place with most of the furniture, and they'd pay handsomely for the lease. I was thinking of asking Trumbull to negotiate for us.

She gets up and walks away.

LYDGATE
I am sorry. I know it's painful, but we have to do something.

She turns. She's got control of herself now: her tone is quite measured, not an outburst.

ROSAMOND
I could never have believed that you would like to act in this way.
LYDGATE [savage]
Like it? Of course I don't like it! It's the only thing that I can do!
ROSAMOND
Please can we sell up and leave Middlemarch altogether?

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LYDGATE
To do what? What's the use of my leaving my work here in Middlemarch to go where I have none? We should be just as penniless elsewhere as we are here!
ROSAMOND
If we are to be penniless, it will be your fault, Tertius. Why couldn't you show a proper regard for you family? Sir ... Sir Godwin was very kind to me when we were in Quallingham, and I am sure that if you showed a proper regard for him, he would do anything for you. But instead you like giving up our house and furniture to Mr. Ned Plymdale.
LYDGATE
Well, if you will have it so, I do like it. I like it better than making a fool of myself by begging where it's of no use! Understand then, that it is what I like to do!

He grabs her arm - much more tightly than he means to, then lets it go.

He turns, and walks out.


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5/36. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH STREETS. SEPTEMBER SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT 61 (2352).

LYDGATE marching along, in a state of desperation.

It's very late. The streets are quite empty.

He stops and leans against a wall.

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M10
T/C In: 06:41:29

LYDGATE [softly]
Oh, Rosy ... Rosy.

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5M10 continues

5/37. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT.

ROSAMOND sleeping serenely, as LYDGATE comes in quietly and kneels on the bed and strokes her hair.

LYDGATE [softly]
Rosamond ... Rosamond ...

She opens her eyes, and looks at him mildly.

LYDGATE
Forgive me . . . For we must love one another. We must love one another. If we don't, we have nothing.

He kisses her. She opens her arms to him.

ROSAMOND
Tertius.
LYDGATE
Oh Rosy. To be without you ... I couldn't bear it ...
ROSAMOND
Tertius ... you're still dressed ...
LYDGATE
Oh Rosy!

They kiss.

LYDGATE
Oh, hold me.

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5/45. INT. GARTH HOUSE. PARLOUR. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY.

MRS. GARTH is sitting reading a letter as FRED walks in.

FRED
Mrs. Garth ... I've just finished work. Mr. Garth will be down in a moment.

Music Cue- 5M10
T/C Out: 06:42:49
Duration: 1'20"

MRS. GARTH
Thank you Fred.
[awkward pause]
I am just reading this letter from Alfred.
FRED
How is Alfred?
MRS. GARTH
He's just won a prize as best apprentice in his year.
FRED
He's a great fellow, Alfred. I'm afraid he puts me to shame, Mrs. Garth.
MRS. GARTH
Yes, Fred. I'm afraid he does.

She says it very straight; she won't be charmed.

FRED
I know you think I'm very undeserving ... but so long as Mr. Garth and Mr. Farebrother have not given me up, I'm not going to give myself up. And I have another encouragement that means more to me than anything ...
[pause ]
That I might win Mary, I mean. I expect Mr. Garth told you. I don't expect you were surprised.

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MRS. GARTH
Not surprised that Mary encouraged you? Yes, I confess I was surprised.
FRED
No - I mean that you would not be surprised to hear that I love Mary. And she never gave me any encouragement when I spoke to her myself, but when I asked Mr. Farebrother to speak for me, she told him that there was hope.
MRS. GARTH
You made a mistake in asking Mr. Farebrother to speak for you.
FRED
Did I? How? I don't understand.
MRS. GARTH
Yes, young people are usually blind to everything but their own wishes.

FRED is genuinely baffled, then an extraordinary thought comes into his head.

FRED
You don't mean that ... Mr. Farebrother is in love with Mary?
MRS. GARTH
If it were so, Fred, I think you are the last person who ought to be astonished.

FRED takes this in slowly.

FRED
Is Mary here now, Mrs. Garth?
MRS. GARTH
Yes, she's in the orchard, Fred. I believe she is talking to Mr. Farebrother.

FRED feels it like a knell of doom.


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5/46. EXT. GARTH HOUSE. GARDEN/ORCHARD. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY, DUSK.

MARY sits on a swing. FAREBROTHER sits on a bench in front of her. They are laughing as FRED approaches

They both laugh - FAREBROTHER notices FRED watching them ...

FAREBROTHER
Fred! Is Mr. Garth returned?
FRED
Yes, he's in his office.
FAREBROTHER
Good, bear with me: I must have a word with him.

And off he goes, laughing.

FRED looks after him rather suspiciously, or apprehensively.

MARY
What a comical expression, Fred. What can you be thinking?
FRED
Well, you know, it's no use. You're bound to marry him in the end. He beats me in every respect.
MARY
You're very ungrateful, Fred, after he spoke up for you.
FRED
I am not ungrateful - I just have this dreadful certainty I shall be bowled out by him.

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Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M11
T/C In: 06:45:52

MARY
Oh, Fred, what a fool you are. Couldn't you see he left us together on purpose?
FRED
Oh.
MARY [grinning]
And now you've wasted your chance and serves you right!

And to his amazement, she gives him a brief but emphatic kiss on the mouth, and runs off to the house, laughing, leaving him gobsmacked.


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5M11 continues

5/40. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. PLYMDALE HOUSE. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY.

ROSAMOND walks around the corner and up to the front door of a big, solid, old-fashioned house in what is obviously a very prosperous area - it is the PLYMDALE house. She knocks on the door.

MRS. PLYMDALE [OOV] Oh, yes, thank you, Ned is very happy ...


[Page] 5/69

5/41. INT. PLYMDALE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 62 (1144).

ROSAMOND sits opposite MRS. PLYMDALE who serves her tea and cakes.

MRS. PLYMDALE
... and we are very happy for him. And Sophie Toller ... all I could desire in a daughter-in-law. Very nice girl - no airs, or pretensions.

Music Cue- 5M11
T/C Out: 06:46:34
Duration: 42"

ROSAMOND
Yes, I have always found her very agreeable, Mrs. Plymdale. I think there is every prospect of their being a happy couple. Do you know which house they will take?
MRS. PLYMDALE
They must put up with what they can get. They have been looking at a house next to Mr. Hackbutt's in St. Peter's Place. It is near the church, and a genteel situation. But the windows are very narrow ... you wouldn't happen to know of any other house that might be at liberty now or in the near future?
ROSAMOND
Me? Oh, no; I'm sorry; I hear so little of these things.

Her lovely mild innocent face.


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5/42a EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. TRUMBULL'S OFFICE. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY.

Piano Piece
Song Without Words No.1.
in E Major Op.19
by Mendelssohn
T/C In: 06:47:30

ROSAMOND marches into Trumbull's office.


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5/43. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT.

ROSAMOND sits quietly playing the piano: calm, everything under control.

LYDGATE is sitting at a table with a great pile of papers and books spread out. He is making notes. We can see that the papers contain sketches of apparatus and columns of mathematical symbols. He hums along with the music.

ROSAMOND stops playing and he looks across at her calm face with its little cat smile.

Song Without Words
T/C In: 06:48:07
Duration: 37"

LYDGATE
You're a good girl, Rosy.
ROSAMOND
What are all those papers, Tertius?
LYDGATE
I suddenly got the notion that I might be able to do something experimental. This is work I set aside months ago. I couldn't see how to go on with it but ... now, well, there may be some powers of ratiocination left in my head after all.

He smiles at her.

ROSAMOND
Oh, by the way: I forgot to tell you. Ned Plymdale has already taken a house in St. Peter's Place. I met his mother and she told me.
LYDGATE
Oh, damn.
[with an effort]
Well, perhaps someone else may turn up. I told Trumbull to be on the lookout if we failed with Plymdale.

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ROSAMOND leaves the piano and goes to him. She's going to have to be very endearing. She sits on the edge of his chair.

ROSAMOND
How much money is it that these disagreeable people want so that we needn't be troubled by them any more?
LYDGATE
More than I am likely to get anywhere.
ROSAMOND
Tertius?

She kisses him.

LYDGATE
At least a thousand. But I have to consider what I shall do without it, not with it. I shall go to Trumbull again tomorrow, and tell him to advertise the house in the "Pioneer" and the "Trumpet".
ROSAMOND
Tertius.

She's a little apprehensive.

LYDGATE
What?
ROSAMOND
I went to see Trumbull today, and I ordered him not to enquire further.
LYDGATE
May I ask why?
ROSAMOND
Ned Plymdale had already taken a house. And I knew it would be very injurious to your position if it was known that you wished to part with your house and furniture. And I had a very strong objection to it. I should have thought that that was reason enough.

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LYDGATE
You had reason enough? To contradict my orders secretly, and treat me like a fool? Is it possible to make you understand what the consequences will be? Is it of any use to tell you again why we must part with the house?
ROSAMOND
No, it is not necessary for you to tell me again. I remember what you said; you spoke just as violently as you did just now. But that doesn't alter my opinion that you ought to try every other means rather than take a step which is so painful to me, and so degrading to you.
LYDGATE
And suppose I disregard your opinion as you disregard mine?
ROSAMOND
Oh, you may do so, of course. You may do so. But I think you ought to have told me before we were married that you would place me in the very worst position, rather than give up your own will.

LYDGATE groans.

ROSAMOND
When we were first married everyone felt your position would be very high. I could not have imagined then that you would like to sell our furniture. Take a house in Bridge Street, where the rooms are like cages. If we are to live in that way let us at least leave Middlemarch.
LYDGATE [bitterly]
These would be very strong considerations if I didn't happen to be deep in debt.
ROSAMOND
Many people have been in debt. If they are respectable, people trust them.
LYDGATE [exasperated]
Oh, what! ...

[Page] 5/74

Incidental Music
Music Cue - 5M12
T/C In: 06:51:32

ROSAMOND
May I at least request that you will not see Trumbull at present - at least until it has been seen that there are no other means.
LYDGATE [short bitter bark of a laugh]
Surely it's I who should exact a promise that you won't do anything more behind my back.
ROSAMOND
What a mess you have made. I hate your stupid experiments.

She knocks the paperwork off the table.

ROSAMOND [OOV]
I hate them ... I ... I ...

She storms out and slams the door.

We hear what is going through LYGATE's head while he looks at his work strewn across the floor.

LYDGATE [thoughts - lines overlapped]

In a few years time there will be a first class medical school here in Middlemarch.

Why should London and Paris ...

My aim is to do good small work for Middlemarch and great work for the world ...

... there is much I want to achieve in my profession, both practically and in theory..

You see I am ambitious ...

I have the ocean to swim in ....

In five years' time, I might be looking for a wife, but you know my real passion ...

We go in on his papers.

Music Cue- 5M12
T/C Out: 06:52:22
Duration: 50"

[Picture mixes to black at 06:52:20]


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[Credit roller - white on black background appears at 06:52:21]

Closing Title Music
T/C In: 06:52:21

END CREDITS

CAST in order of appearance

Fred Vincy JONATHAN FIRTH

Rev Farebrother SIMON CHANDLER

Dr Lydgate DOUGLAS HODGE

Mr Spooner DAVID SIBLEY

Mary Garth RACHEL POWER

Rosamond TREVYN McDOWELL

Dorothea JULIET AUBREY

Celia CAROLINE HARKER

Sir James Chettam JULIAN WADHAM

Mrs Cadwallader ELIZABETH SPRIGGS

Lady Chettam MARY HANEFEY

Caleb Garth CLIVE RUSSELL

Will Ladislaw RUFUS SEWELL

Mr Bambridge FRED PEARSON


[Page] 5/76

Mr Hawley COLUM CONVEY

Raffles JOHN SAVIDENT

Mrs Kell FANNY CARBY

Mrs Bulstrode ROSEMARY MARTIN

Nicholas Bulstrode PETER JEFFREY

Tom PHILLIP LESTER

Hiram Ford ROY HOLDER

Timothy Cooper DARRYL FORBES-DAWSON

Mayor Vincy STEPHEN MOORE

Mrs Garth GABRIELLE LLOYD

Mrs Vincy JACQUELINE TONG

Mrs Plymdale PATTI LOVE

Production Manager JULIE EDWARDS

First Assistant Director ROB EVANS

Location Managers SAM BRECKMAN JEFF GOLDING

Script Supervisor JANE GRIFFITHS

Construction Manager BARRY MOLL

Production Buyer SARA RICHARDSON


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Sound Recordist DICK BOULTER

Casting GAIL STEVENS

Associate Producer ALISON GEE

Music Composed by CHRISTOPHER GUNNNING STANLEY MYERS

Make-up Designer DEANNE TURNER

Costume Designer ANUSHIA NIERADZIK

Film Editor JERRY LEON

Script Editor SUSIE CHAPMAN

Production Designer GERRY SCOTT

Photographed by BRIAN TUFANO BSC

A BBC-TV Production in association with WGBH/Boston

Executive Producer for WGBH REBECCA EATON

Executive Producer for BBC MICHAEL WEARING

[Roller ends and Final caption up immediately at 06:53:19]

"Middlemarch"

BBC

[c] BBC TV MCMXCIV

Closing Title Music
T/C Out: 06:53:24
Dur: 1'03"

[Final caption faded by 06:53:25]


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POST-PRODUCTION SCRIPT [...] UK VERSION Programme Number: 50/LDL R336N/01X [...] BBC TELEVISION Tape No: DR21177 Programme Dur: 59'10"

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 6

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PRODUCER ... LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producers ... ALISON GEE
... CAROLE BISSET
Script Editor ... SUSIE CHAPMAN

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ... SAM DRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
PA/Script Supervisor ... JANE GRIFFITHS
Co-ordinator ... UNA SAPLAMIDES
Assistant Floor Managers ... CLARE SOLLY
... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ... ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD
Production Secretary ... LUCY HOARE

Lighting Cameraman ... BRIAN TUFANO
Sound Recordist ... DICK BOULTER
Film Editor ... JERRY LEON
Film Editor ... PAUL TOTHILL

Production Designer ... GERRY SCOTT
Costume Designer ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Make-up Designer ... DEANNE TURNER
Special Effects Designer ... STUART BRISDON
Casting ... GAIL STEVENS

-----------------------

A BBC-TV PRODUCTION IN ASSOCIATION WITH WGBH/BOSTON

Filmed in Italy, Lincolnshire, Somerset - January to August 1993

FIRST TRANSMISSION DATE: WEDNESDAY 16 FEBRUARY - BBC-2 NARRATIVE REPEAT TRANSMISSION: MONDAY 21 FEBRUARY -BBC-1

[C] BBC-TV MCMXCIV


[Page] 6/1

NB: Please note that programme starts with recaps at 06:58:56

RECAP

Comprised of 5 clips from Episode 5.

Clip 1. EXT. LOWICK - INT. FRESHITT. Dorothea tells the Chettams and Mrs Cadwallader what her plans are.

DOROTHEA I've been thinking about what I could do with Lowick. I'm going to build a kind of colony there. Where everybody shall live and everybody shall work and the work should be done well.

MRS CADWALLADER Well

Clip 2. INT. SPOONER'S OFFICE Lydgate asks for further help with his debts.

SPOONER Along with what you already owe this establishment, that would make £527 altogether. Is that agreeable?

LYDGATE I appreciate your understanding.

Clip 3. INT. TIPTON Ladislaw says goodbye to Dorothea.

LADISLAW What I care for more than I can ever care for anything else is absolutely forbidden me.

DOROTHEA Please remember me?


[Page] 6/2

RECAP [CONTINUED]

Clip 4. INT. STONE COURT BEDROOM. Bulstrode tries to frighten Raffles.

BULSTRODE If you return to Middlemarch. If you use your tongue against me you will have to live on such fruits as your malice can bring you. Now, do as I order you or I shall send for the Constable to take you off my premises.

Clip 5. INT. LYDGATE'S Rosamond and Lydgate argue.

ROSAMOND I hate your stupid experiments. I hate them.

[Recaps fade to black at 06:59:46 Opening Cast credits appear at 06:59:47]


[Page] 6/3

OPENING CAST CREDITS

Opening Title Music
T/C In: 06:59:47

[Opening cast credits appear white on a black background with a diagonal fade L to R.]

[Page 1]

JULIET AUBREY ROBERT HARDY DOUGLAS HODGE

[Page 2]

PETER JEFFREY TREVYN McDOWELL RUFUS SEWELL

OPENING TITLE SEQUENCE

[Montage of clips from the programme mixed with specially designed graphics ends with:-]

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay by ANDREW DAVIES

Producer LOUIS MARKS

Directed by ANTHONY PAGE

T/C Out: 07:00:34
Duration: 47"

[Mix to Opening Scene - Establisher of Middlemarch townhouse -]


[Page] 6/4

6/3. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY.

Establisher.


[Page] 6/5

6/4. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL/STUDY ROOM. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY.

ROSAMOND, excited, walks into the study with a letter that has just arrived.

LYDGATE is packing his doctor's bag.

ROSAMOND
Tertius, here is a letter for you!

He takes it. Looks at the handwriting.

LYDGATE [surprised]
My Uncle Godwin!

She sits down and waits eagerly while he opens it and starts to read. But it's obviously not what she hoped. LYDGATE's face is like thunder. She feels scared.

He looks up from the letter as if he hates her.

LYDGATE
Rosamond: it will be impossible to live with you if you continue to deceive me.

He reads from the letter, using the words like blows, aiming to hurt.

LYDGATE
"Dear Tertius: don't set your wife to write to me when you have anything to ask. It is a roundabout wheedling sort of thing which I should not have credited you. I never choose to write to a woman on matters of business. As to my supplying you with a thousand pounds, I can do nothing of the sort."

[Page] 6/6

He tosses the letter across the table to ROSAMOND.

LYDGATE
Read the rest yourself: it sticks in my throat.

She reads it silently.

There is something more savage boiling up inside LYDGATE. When she's finished, she lays the letter down, and sits quite still, "intrenching herself in quiet passivity against her husband's wrath".

LYDGATE
Will this be enough to convince you of the harm you do with your secret meddling?

She sits still, with lowered gaze. Her passivity enrages him. He stands.

LYDGATE
I had nearly resolved on going to Quallingham myself. It would have cost me pain to do it, yet it might have been of some use. But it has never been of any use to me to think of anything - I'm at the mercy of your devices! If you mean to resist every wish I express, for God's sake say so and defy me! I shall at least know what I am doing then!

Now she does look at him, and she looks so meek, so victimised that even now he feels a wavering, a hopeless tenderness ... she is, after all, as lovely as ever, and she looks so pitiable. She starts to cry.

He speaks much more gently:

LYDGATE
Oh, Rosy. Can't you see that nothing can be so fatal as a lack of openness, of confidence between us.

Still silence.


[Page] 6/7

LYDGATE
Will you only say that you have been mistaken, and that I may depend on your not acting secretly in future?
ROSAMOND
You expect me to make promises, when you have used such cruel words against me. I think you ought to apologise.

A little tremor at the end there, she genuinely feels ill­ used.

He looks at her. So lovely. Come on, one last big effort:

LYDGATE
You should allow for a man's words when he's disappointed and provoked. You and I can't have opposite interests.
ROSAMOND
I only wished to prevent you from hurrying us into wretchedness without any necessity.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M1
T/C In: 07:02:58

The tears are flowing fast now: she genuinely feels ill­ used and has lots of sympathy for herself.

ROSAMOND
It is so very hard to be disgraced here amongst the people we know, and to live in such a miserable way. I wish I had died with the baby.

He puts his arms around her as she sobs quietly. He feels utterly wretched, utterly hopeless.


[Page] 6/8

6/44. INT. LOWICK. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

DOROTHEA, CHETTAM and GARTH sitting around a table with the plans of Lowick spread across it.

DOROTHEA
But what if we redesigned it on a smaller scale?

T/C Out: 07:03:49
Duration: 51"

CHETTAM
It is very sad - but you would need to be as rich as Croesus to build any model village. You saw for yourself in Yorkshire what would be required. I've already examined the figures. I must confess they surprised me too.
CALEB
It is a great shame, but it would be a greater one to botch it up from a shortage of resources. And there are a great many good ideas here which you can put to work with your cottages at Freshitt, Mrs Casaubon.
DOROTHEA
Yes; thank you, Mr. Garth. You have been very helpful. Thank you both.

She's really down about this. Trying not to show it too much.


[Page] 6/9

NEW SCENE. EXT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY.

Establisher.

BULSTRODE [VO]
It was good of you Doctor to attend on me so promptly.

[Page] 6/10

6/13. INT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY.

LYDGATE is taking BULSTRODE's pulse. He looks at the pupils of his eyes as well.

LYDGATE
That sounds satisfactory. There is a slight irregularity of the pulse. The insomnia, in itself, would not be anything to worry about. But you seem to be over-extending yourself; it would be well for you to relax your attention to business for a while, if that's possible.
BULSTRODE
Well, that is what I hope to do. If the cholera should come to Middlemarch, as many believe it will, I fear its effects on delicate constitutions such as mine.
LYDGATE
Well, you can congratulate yourself for doing your share towards protecting Middlemarch from infection.
BULSTRODE
True; but I have in any case been contemplating a withdrawal from public business. I think of changing my residence and retiring to the coast.
LYDGATE
I see.
BULSTRODE
And I have for some time felt that I should open this subject with you in relation to our hospital.

[Page] 6/11

BULSTRODE
In the circumstances I have indicated, I must cease to have any personal share in the management; and that being so, I would wish to withhold any further financial contribution as well.

This is a big blow, and LYDGATE can't conceal his dismay.

LYDGATE
The loss to the Hospital can hardly be made up, I fear.
BULSTRODE
Ah, I would suggest an amalgamation of the two hospitals under a common management.
LYDGATE
But that implies an end to all my reforms here!
BULSTRODE
Sacrifices are demanded of us all. We must all be prepared to submit to the Divine Will. As to the funding: I've already spoken to Mrs Casaubon. It seems she may be willing to take my place as chief benefactor.
LYDGATE
Thank you, Mr. Bulstrode. I am obliged to you for giving me full notice.

He is hesitating about whether to swallow his pride and blurt out his situation and ask for help.

LYDGATE
I am not sure whether I shall be able to continue at the hospital. Partly through devoting so much time to my unpaid work there, I have slipped into money difficulties...
BULSTRODE
I see ....

[Page] 6/12

LYDGATE
.... which I can see no way out of, unless someone who trusts me and my future will advance me a sum without security. It would take a thousand pounds to save me from the bailiffs. That is why I mention my position to you.

Pause.

BULSTRODE
I see. Well I am grieved, but not surprised. I have always regretted your aliance with my brother-in-law's family which has ever been of prodigal habits and which has been already musch indebted to me. My advice to you, Dr. Lydgate, is that instead of involving yourself in further obligations, you should simply become a bankrupt.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M2
T/C In: 07:07:34

LYDGATE stares at him. It's a moment before he can pull himself together. He feels terribly hurt and let down. He knew BULSTRODE was a bit of a cold fish, but he didn't think he'd be quite so callous as this.

BULSTRODE
It will be a trial - but trial, my dear sir, is our portion here on earth.

That adds insult to injury.

LYDGATE
Thank you for that advice. I have occupied you too long. Good day.

[Page] 6/13

6/8. INT. GREEN DRAGON. FEBRUARY 1832. NIGHT.

It's full. PEOPLE are playing billiards in the background. Smoky, noisy, full of quarrels and laughter.

But we are right in on LYDGATE's face filling the screen. He is drinking with the determination and energy he gives to most pursuits.

In the background we can hear a billiard game in progress.

VOICE
Hundred up. Game to Mr Hiram.

[Page] 6/14

6/10. INT. GREEN DRAGON. FEBRUARY 1832. NIGHT. LATER.

LYDGATE, very drunk, is playing billiards. A crowd of people are watching, including MRS DOLLOP and FRED. BAMBRIDGE is organising the bets.

LYDGATE plays his shot and misses.

HORROCK leans on the table and in a very cool way, as if it's the easiest thing in the world, plays three cannons in quick succession.

HIRAM FORD
Hundred up! Game to Mr. Horrocks!
BAMBRIDGE
Hard luck, Dr Lydgate.

LYDGATE looks like someone waking from a bad dream as he goes over to BAMBRIDGE and gives him some more coins.

FRED, on impulse, pushes through the crowd to LYDGATE.

BAMBRIDGE
Go another, Sir?
LYDGATE
Certainly.

FRED interrupts.

FRED
Lydgate. Mr. Farebrother is anxious to speak to you.
LYDGATE
Farebrother.

[Page] 6/15

FRED
Yes, he's just outside.
LYDGATE
Yes. Yes, of course. Just finished a game. Excuse me, excuse me gentlemen.

LYDGATE and FRED move out of the billiard room.

LYDGATE
What does he want, do you know?

T/C Out: 07:09:10
Duration: 1'36"

FRED
Nothing. I ... thought you might like an excuse to leave off in there. No offence. I've been there myself before now.

A glance of recognition and fellow feeling.

LYDGATE
Thanks, Fred. Rosy will be wondering what's become of me.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M3
T/C In: 07:09:37


[Page] 6/16

6M3 continues

6/6. INT. NEW HOSPITAL. OFFICE. FEBRUARY 1832. NIGHT.

Music over:

LYDGATE in his private office in complete despair.

He goes to his dispensary and measures a very accurate dose of opium and drains it.


[Page] 6/17

6M3 continues

6/14. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY.

CALEB GARTH drives his gig at a gentle pace towards Middlemarch.

Ahead of him he sees something that attracts his attention.

Now we see what he sees: it's RAFFLES, toiling up the road like a partially squashed blackbeetle, trying to lug his portmanteau along with him, falling, struggling up, managing to go a few steps.

CALEB urges his horse down towards him.

CALEB
All right, old chap, ...

T/C Out: 07:10: 22
Duration: 45"

He reaches RAFFLES, jumps down from the gig. Helps him up.

CALEB
You're in no fit state to walk. Where you going?
RAFFLES
See me old friend. Old Nick Bulstrode. Must see old Nick Bulstrode again.

He's clinging to CALEB.

CALEB
I'II take you up to Stone Court. Come on.
RAFFLES
You're very kind sir. You're very kind.

They drive off towards Stone Court.


[Page] 6/18

CALEB
Have you known Mr Bulstrode a long time?
RAFFLES
Oh yes, a good many years.

[Page] 6/19

6/15a. INT. STONE COURT. HALL. MAY 1832. DAY.

MRS. ABEL, the housekeeper and a help support RAFFLES upstairs.

CALEB stands awkwardly with his hat in his hand with BULSTRODE at the bottom of the stairs.

BULSTRODE
Now put him in the samll bedroom Mrs Abel.
MRS ABEL [To Raffles]
Come on now. Not much further.
BULSTRODE
My housekeeper will make him comfortable.
CALEB
He needs a doctor. You'd best lose no time. He looks bad to me.
BULSTRODE
Thank you; perhaps you would oblige me by sending for Dr. Lydgate if you are going that way.
CALEB
Aye, I will.

[Page] 6/20

6/15b. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. MAY 1832. DAY.
CALEB
Mr. Bulstrode. I want to put your business into some other hands than mine.
BULSTRODE
What?
CALEB
I want you to get someone else to manage your land. I'm sorry about this, I must give it up.

A pause.

BULSTRODE
Will you take a seat, Mr. Garth?
CALEB
I'll stand, thank you sir.
BULSTRODE
No doubt, you have been led to this, by some slander from that unhappy creature.
CALEB
I believe he told the truth, Mr. Bulstrode. And I can't be happy in working with you or profiting by you any more. It hurts my mind.
BULSTRODE
What did he tell you?

[Page] 6/21

CALEB
No need to repeat it. I'll never talk of it with anyone else. It's not for me to make your life any harder than it is.
BULSTRODE
But you do make it harder, by turning your back on me.

His genuine anguish shows for a moment there.

CALEB
That I'm forced to do. I am sorry. A man may do wrong, and wish he might rise clear of it, and not be able to. If that's how it is with you, well I'm very sorry for you. But I have that feeling inside me that I can't go on working with you. That's all, Mr. Bulstrode.
[pause]
I'd best be going now.
BULSTRODE
One moment! I must have your solemn assurance that you will not repeat these ... slanderous allegations to any living soul!

That was a mistake: his imperious manner gets CALEB's back up, as does his suspicious mistrust.

CALEB
Why should I have said it if I didn't mean it? I'm not in any fear of you. I'll take your message to the doctor. Good day to you.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M5
T/C In: 07:13:24

And off he goes, leaving BULSTRODE feeling more alone than ever.

BULSTRODE's voice is led in from 6/17.


[Page] 6/22

6/17. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

RAFFLES tossing and turning in bed in an uneasy sleep.

LYDGATE taking his pulse. BULSTRODE stands uneasily.

BULSTRODE [Over Scene 6/15]
The man was in my employment many years ago. Afterwards he went to America. I feel I should do my upmost for him.
LYDGATE
What is his name?
BULSTRODE
Raffles. John Raffles. The case is serious, I apprehend?

T/C Out: 07:13:53>
Duration: 29"

LYDGATE
Yes and no. He had a good constitution to start with, but years of abuse have weakened him. The symptoms you describe are consistent with delirium tremens, again not fatal in itself. The liver might give out at any time, his system is full of poison. I've seen men pull through worse and live to tell the tale.
BULSTRODE
Ah.

We might detect a touch of disappointment there but LYDGATE doesn't.

LYDGATE
He should be well watched. Who will attend him?

[Page] 6/23

BULSTRODE
Unfortunately Mrs Bulstrode is away visiting her sister and my housekeeper is but newly in my service. I shall take responsibility myself to oversee things.
LYDGATE
Get him to take as much fluid as possible ­ water and tea - absolutely no alcoholic liquors. New symptoms may arise. I shall come again tomorrow morning.
BULSTRODE
Thank you; you are very good.
LYDGATE
Strange, is it not? I wonder what it is that makes us care for one another. When we do, that is.

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6/18. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. MAY 1832. DAY.

There is a big horse-drawn cart parked outside the front of the house with the furniture warehouse name on it, and neighbours nudge each other as LYDGATE goes up the steps.


[Page] 6/25

6/19. INT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. HALL AND STAIRS. MAY 1832. DAY.

LYDGATE running up the stairs.

He passes a warehouseman coming down with a tea chest.

MR SPOONER follows holding a list of items to take.

SPOONER
Ah! Dr. Lydgate. I took the trouble of coming in person to make sure that everything was done with the least inconvenience to yourself and Mrs. Lydgate.
LYDGATE
Did you. Yes. I see. Ah ... where is Mrs. Lydgate? Is she at home?

[Page] 6/26

6/21. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

ROSAMOND is lying on the bed, pale and silent.

LYDGATE goes to her.

LYDGATE
Oh, Rosy, Rosy. Forgive me for this misery. Let us only love one another.

She passively lets him put his arms round her and speaks in a near whisper.

ROSAMOND
I went to Papa when the men came. He said he could do nothing about the debt, that if he paid this there would be half a dozen more. He says I am to come and live at home again until you have found a proper place for me.

She looks at him.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M7
T/C In: 07:16:08

ROSAMOND
Should you object to that, Tertius?

He feels too exhausted, dispirited, to protest.

LYDGATE
Do as you like.
ROSAMOND
I should not go until tomorrow. I want to pack my clothes.
LYDGATE [bitterly]
Why not wait a little longer? I might get my neck broken and that would solve all your problems.

[Page] 6/27

6M7 continues

Pause. The violence of his language - and probably his tone too - should make us worry that she might shatter like a wine glass. But she is tougher than that, and responds with astonishing control.

ROSAMOND
I see you do not wish me to go. Why can you not say so without that sort of violence? I shall stay until you request me to do otherwise.

She speaks as if she no longer has any feelings at all for him. But she remains his property: she is still at his disposal. Oh, God, he things as he sits hopelessly by her side. We used to love each other so much, and now look at us.


[Page] 6/28

6M7 continues

6/23. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT.

RAFFLES sleeping restlessly. His breathing is hoarse and wheezy. There is a candle burning.

And then we come to BULSTRODE, not watching by the bed, but kneeling by the little window. The dark sky outside.

He is praying, in the tone of a man who has a constant ongoing dialogue with the Almighty. Matter-of-fact and urgent, as well as intense.

BULSTRODE
It cannot be thy will Lord surely that this wretch should live to destroy me ... that all my great works, not for my glory Lord but thine should slip from my fingers. Surely thou wilt release this wretched sinner here and take him to you, so that I may continue with thy holy work on earth?

Almost as if he's trying to browbeat God, but he doesn't get any unequivocal sign.

He turns and looks at RAFFLES lying there infuriatingly hanging on to life.

BULSTRODE [whispers]
Why do you continue to torment me? Why do you not die?

T/C Out: 07:17:21
Duration: 1'13"


[Page] 6/29

6/16. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY.

LYDGATE riding on horseback up to Stone Court.

GROOM
I'll water her for you sir. Good girl.

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6/24. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

RAFFLES still in some sort of fever, breathing really badly, soaked with sweat.

LYDGATE is examining him. BULSTRODE stands by anxiously.

LYDGATE straightens. He looks awful himself.

BULSTRODE
What do you think?
LYDGATE
The symptoms are worse.
BULSTRODE [eagerly]
You are less hopeful?
LYDGATE
No, I think he may yet come round. I am going to try him with opium. Every two hours. Two drops precisely. In water. Nothing alcoholic at all.
BULSTRODE
He asks for brandy whenever he wakes.
LYDGATE
He loves best what's worst for him. Many men could say that.

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6/25. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY.

LYDGATE is mounted on his horse and about to leave when BULSTRODE stops him.

BULSTRODE
Dr Lydgate you seem disturbed, if I may say so. You are troubled, are you not?
LYDGATE
The only change in my fortunes is that my creditors are even now carrying away some of my household goods. Good morning.
BULSTRODE
Stay, Dr. Lydgate, stay. I have been reconsidering. Mrs. Bulstrode is anxious for her niece, and I myself should grieve at a calamitous change in your position. You have supported me steadfastly in my efforts to raise the spiritual and bodily health of my neighbours; and I have but few friends ... I think you have been - I think you are - a friend to me. I think you are.

It's a bit strange, this ... BULSTRODE being friendly. It's creepy ... but LYDGATE can't help feeling a great bubble of excitement welling up inside.

BULSTRODE
A thousand pounds, you said, would suffice to free you from your burdens?
LYDGATE
Yes.

BULSTRODE goes to his desk and starts to write a cheque.


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LYDGATE
I should be deeply obliged to you.
BULSTRODE
And I have great pleasure in being of service to you, Dr. Lydgate.

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6/27. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL AND STAIRS. MAY 1832. DAY.

LYDGATE comes in still in a great mood, striding through the door and bounding up the stairs.


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6/28. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

ROSAMOND is reading a letter as LYDGATE comes in.

LYDGATE
Rosamond, We are out of our difficulties! I have cleared all our debts today. Everything is secured - the furniture, the furniture, everything.

She looks at him in wonder.

He sits on the bed. She moves over to him.

LYDGATE
Oh, Rosy, I am so sorry. The anguish I must have caused you. But now we have a chance to make a new start.
ROSAMOND
But how has it been managed?
LYDGATE
Bulstrode! Bulstrode has been more than generous.
ROSAMOND
There, you see, Tertius, did I not tell you that our friends would not wish us to be without money?

She doesn't understand, but he's not going to argue now. Maybe she's right and they're the darlings of fortune anyway.

LYDGATE
You were right, but we must learn from this and try to be more economical. I shall have to devote more time to my practice ­ and we must be more careful of our household expeases.

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ROSAMOND
Yes. of course - but Tertius, you are not saying we shall not entertain guests? Will Ladislaw has written to us. He is coming to Middlemarch on business - I didn't know how to reply, but we can give a dinner party for him now, can we not?
LYDGATE
Yes, why not? A small one - why not. If that will make you happy.
ROSAMOND
Oh Tertius, it makes me very happy.

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6/31. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 71. (1751). DUSK.

BULSTRODE at RAFFLES's bedside - giving him his medicine.

RAFFLES [his voice is very weak]
Nick, I think I'm going ... it's a terrible thing, a frightening, Nick, to be nowhere, to be nothing ...
BULSTRODE
I wish you were. I wish you were in Hell.

The door opens. It's MRS. ABEL.

BULSTRODE
Mrs. Abel, there you are. I shall sit up in my room - don't hesitate to call me if there is any change.
MRS. ABEL
Yes, sir.
BULSTRODE
You know the dose. Two drops every 2 hours, no more.
MRS. ABEL
Yes, sir.
BULSTRODE
Very good.

MRS ABEL wipes his brow with a wet cloth and tries to comfort him.


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NEW SCENE. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. NIGHT.

Establisher over which we hear the sounds of RAFFLES asking MRS ABEL for brandy.

RAFFLES [VO]
For Christ's sake women. Get me some brandy.
MRS. ABEL [VO]
Oh I don't know. I wouldn't take it upon myself. It's more than my position's worth. Well, I'll go and ask the master.

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6/32a. INT. STONE COURT. MASTER BEDROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT.

BULSTRODE is sleeping in a chair with a rug over him. Light from the embers of the fire.

He wakes suddenly because he hears sounds off:

RAFFLES' voice, and MRS. ABEL's responses. We can't hear the words.

Mrs Abel knocks at Bulstrode's door.

MRS. ABEL
Mr. Bulstrode, sir, shall I give him a little brandy or port wine just to settle him? He's terrible restless and feels himself sinking. What do you think, sir, shall I?

In on BULSTRODE's face.

MRS. ABEL
Just a couple of glasses, sir, to nourish his blood a bit, poor creature, shall I have the key to the wine-cupboard, sir?

Another pause.

MRS. ABEL
It's not a time to spare when people are at death's door.
MR BULSTRODE
Wait.

Then he reaches into his pocket and hands her the key.

MRS. ABEL
Thank you sir, I'll dose him up directly, I'm sure it's for the best.

She goes.


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6/32b. INT. STONE COURT. UPSTAIRS ANTEROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT.

Close in on MRS. ABEL opening the wine cooler, removing a glass and bottle of brandy, and locking the cabinet again.


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6/32d. INT. STONE COURT. MASTER BEDROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT.

We go in on BULSTRODE's face. We can hear MRS. ABEL and the soothing sound of words, but not probably the words themselves, which are something like:

MRS. ABEL [OOV]
There .... careful.. .. careful. Now that's enough ... give me that now. That's it.

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6/36. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

LYDGATE at RAFFLES' side. He looks puzzled and perturbed.

BULSTRODE
I don't understand. When did the change begin?
MR BULSTRODE
Between three and four, I understand. I did not watch with him last night. I was overworn, and left him in Mrs. Abel's care.
BULSTRODE
And she understood the dosage?
MR BULSTRODE
Of course.

They are looking at each other.

RAFFLES lets out his last rattling breath.

LYDGATE turns back to him.

BULSTRODE
It's over.

LYDGATE is thinking it's very strange, but doesn't feel he can ask further. BULSTRODE knows that he won't. The £1000 is not altogether irrelevant in this prolonged silence.

And as they look at each other, we hear BAMBRIDGE's first remark before we cut to:


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6/37. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH STREET. MAY 1832. DAY.

Lots of PEOPLE out today, going about their business, gossiping in little groups as usual.

BAMBRIDGE hails HOPKINS, the undertaker, in full gear, high top hat.

BAMBRIDGE
More work for the undertaker, eh?
HOPKINS
Good morning to you, Mr. Bambridge.

He takes himself pretty seriously, does HOPKINS.

BAMBRIDGE
Passed you by Lowick churchyard again this morning. Trade must be very good!
HOPKINS
In point of fact he was a poor man with no friends, Bulstrode paid it all, and Bulstrode's a close man ...
BAMBRIDGE
Close as wax, well known for it, so why did he is paying for another man's funeral? Who's the man?
HOPKINS
His name was Raffles.
BAMBRIDGE
Raffles. Raffles and Bulstrode.

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6/38. INT. GREEN DRAGON. MAY 1832. DAY.

BAMBRIDGE is telling HAWLEY what Raffles had told him.

BAMBRIDGE [leaning forward]
Raffles told me that he could tap Bulstrode to any amount. And now he's dead.
HAWLEY
Where did he die?

As Hawley asks MRS DOLLOP arrives at the table with drinks.

MRS. DOLLOP
At Stone Court, Sir - the housekeeper said 'e was a relation of the master's but 'e wasn't.
HAWLEY
Was there a doctor attending him?
BAMBRIDGE
Dr Lydgate.
MRS. DOLLOP
When a man's been enticed to a lonely house, nobody to come near but Dr Lydgate - well known for cutting up folk before the breath is well out of their body. And now he's paying off Mr Byles, the butcher, with a bill that has been running a twelvemonth! I don't need anybody telling me there's been more going on, nor the prayer book's got a service for. I don't need to sit winking and blinking and thinking.

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HIRAM FORD
The should dig him up and have the Crowner! That's been done. If there was foul play they might find it out.
MRS. DOLLOP
Not they, Hiram. I know what doctors are. They're a deal too cunning. This Lydgate will have drugs as you can neither smell nor see. You mark my words. They've done away with that poor soul, the pair of 'em.

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6/43. INT. HOSPITAL. BOARDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 75. (1256).

The committee sit waiting for BULSTRODE and LYDGATE. They enter.

The room is fuller than we've seen it before. They are almost the last, but there are still spaces left near the head of the large central table.

MR. POWDERELL is in the chair.

Others present include: HAWLEY, VINCY, STANDISH, CHICHELY, BROOKE, WRENCH, FAREBROTHER.

POWDERELL
Well, gentlemen, if the meeting would come to order. The purpose of this extraordinary meeting is to review the measures taken against the recent case of cholera in the town and to consider further measures, principally the acquisition of land to be used as a burial ground ... Mr. Bulstrode?

BULSTRODE rises. But before he can speak, HAWLEY gets up.

HAWLEY
Mr. Chairman, I request permission to speak on a matter of public feeling. I think most gentlemen here know what I'm talking about.

HAWLEY has a formidable public manner. Rumble of "hear hears" and tapping on the table.

BULSTRODE looks alarmed, and sits down.

POWDERELL
Very well, Mr. Hawley.

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HAWLEY
I am speaking now not simply for myself, but on behalf of group of my fellow townsmen, eight in all, all present here today. We call upon Mr. Bulstrode to resign, immediately and for good, from all those public positions which he holds, not simply as a tax payer, but as a gentleman amongst gentlemen.

BULSTRODE's face. LYDGATE's face.

HAWLEY
There are practices, and there are acts, which the law cannot visit, though they may be worse than many things which are legally punishable. A man now dead, a man who died in Mr. Bulstrode's home, alleged to more than one person that Mr. Bulstrode was for many years engaged in nefarious practices - that he won his great fortune by dishonest means and held on to it by worse. I call upon Mr. Bulstrode either to deny and confute those allegations now, or else to withdraw from those positions which he could only hold as a gentleman among gentlemen.

He sits down with a thump, bristling and glaring.

BULSTRODE is stricken and shaking - it seems at first that he won't be able to speak. Eliot says he speaks from a sitting position, but I think it's better if he manages to stand, but only just:

MR BULSTRODE
I protest ... against the sanction of proceedings against me which are ... are dictated by hatred. Who - who shall be my accuser?

He gains more strength and spirit now, confronting his enemies:

MR BULSTRODE
Not men whose own lives are unChrisitian, nay, scandalous ...
HAWLEY
Answer the charges.

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MR BULSTRODE
Not men whose ... profession is a tissue of chicanery and who spend their income on sensual enjoyments, while I have devoted mine to advancing the best objects for this life and the next!

A rumble of discontent from the word "chicanery" onwards, but HAWLEY is back on his feet and thundering almost before BULSTRODE has finished.

BULSTRODE sinks down slowly.

HAWLEY
If you mean me, sir, I call on you and everyone else to the inspection of my professional life! I repudiate your canting Christianity, Sir, and call on you again to answer the charges laid against you or resign!
POWDERELL
Allow me, Mr. Hawley ...
HAWLEY [really angry, a Dog of War]
And as to the way I spend my income: I don't maintain thieves and cheat offspring of their inheritance in order to set myself up as a saintly kill-joy!
POWDERELL
Mr. Hawley!

HAWLEY pauses.

POWDERELL
Mr. Bulstrode, it is not desirable, I think, to prolong the present discussion. Since you seem unwilling or unable to answer immediately the allegations made, I recommend you at present, as one of those who hopes to see your reinstatement in respect, to quit the room now, and avoid further hindrance to business.

[Page] 6/48

Mildly spoken, but another crushing blow.

BULSTRODE stares at him as one betrayed, picks up his hat, but has to grab at the edge of the table to save himself from falling. Clearly he can't walk unaided. But no one goes to his aid.

LYDGATE, with a terrible sinking feeling of disaster, feels that he has to do it. It is, as Eliot says, like putting his sign-manual to the association.

He helps BULSTRODE walk slowly out of the room, the CROWD shouts increase as they go.

LYDGATE and BULSTRODE go through the door, and it closes behind them.


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6/48. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. PLYMDALE HOUSE. MAY 1832. DAY.

MRS. BULSTRODE, smartly dressed as always, stands at the open door to MRS. PLYMDALE's house.

A servant returns.

MAID
I'm very sorry but Mrs Plymdale is not a home.

MRS. BULSTRODE goes down the steps and into the carriage.

She is dreadfully conscious of people looking at her as she steps in.

We see MRS. PLYMDALE's face at the first floor window.


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6/46. INT. LOWICK. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

BROOKE, DOROTHEA, CHETTAM and FAREBROTHER.

The two men are subdued. Each of them suspects that Lydgate is implicated: DOROTHEA is at her best: energetic, idealistic, steadfast.

DOROTHEA
How can you believe it without knowing the facts. We must find out what the truth is, and clear him!

FAREBROTHER clears his throat and speaks tentatively.

FAREBROTHER
It's a delicate matter - Lydgate is proud and sensitive - I count myself his friend, but I would shrink from questioning him.
DOROTHEA
But we must do what we can, surely. I cannot be indifferent to the troubles of a man who helped me in my trouble, can you?
CHETTAM
You can't manage a man's life for him, Dorothea. He must know how he stands. He will clear himself, if he can be cleared.
FAREBROTHER
The devil of it is, he has no way of proving his innocence.
DOROTHEA
But there is his previous character to speak for him ...

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FAREBROTHER
I'm afraid character is not something that is cut in marble. It may become diseased, as bodies do.
DOROTHEA
Then it may be rescued and healed! I am sure Dr Lydgate coul clear himself - and then we could all stand by him and bring him out of his trouble!

"Dorothea's eyes had a moist brightness in them, and the changed tones of her voice roused her Uncle, who began to listen". Here again we have some sort of symbolic picture, and we shouldn't be afraid of Georges de la Tour type lighting: three men of the world being inspired by a latter day St. Theresa.


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6/51. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

VINCY looks up as PRITCHARD shows in MRS. BULSTRODE.

VINCY
Gold help you, Harriet! You know it all.
MRS. BULSTRODE [breaking down]
What? What? I know nothing, nothing! What is it, Walter? No one will speak to me; no one will tell me anything! What is it, is it so very bad?
VINCY
I believe it's just about as bad as it could be. You'd better have stayed a Vincy all your life, and so had my poor Rosamond. Oh, sister, it's a bad business.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M12
T/C In: 07:33:44


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6M12 continues

6/52. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY.

We see a carriage arriving at Stone Court.

MRS. BULSTRODE gets down, holding herself together, as it were, and goes inside.


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6M12 continues

6/54. INT. STONE COURT. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

MRS. BULSTRODE sits at her dressing table.

She starts to take off her jewellery.

She does it all very slowly and deliberately, as if it is a kind of ceremony of renunciation.


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6M12 continues

6/55. INT. STONE COURT. STAIRS/PARLOUR. MAY 1832. NIGHT.

BULSTRODE sitting in the hallway, his hands locked together, his eyes unseeing, as MRS. BULSTRODE comes down the stairs in the plain dress.

"He dared not look up at her ... she thought he looked smaller - he seemed so withered and shrunken ... A movement of new compassion and old tenderness went through her like a great wave ..."

MRS. BULSTRODE
Look up, Nicholas.

He looks up. He knows from her face that she knows.

His face crumples and he begins to sob, and she puts her arms round him and cries too.

"They could not yet speak to each other of the shame which she was bearing with him, or the acts which had brought it down on them ... "


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6M12 continues

6/57. INT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. BREAKFAST ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

ROSAMOND is opening the last of a series of letters at the breakfast table.

T/C Out: 07:35:09
Duration: 1'25"

ROSAMOND
None of them will come, Tertius, not one. Everyone indisposed or otherwise engaged.
LYDGATE [wry]
We shall have to be content with each other, it seems.
ROSAMOND
You know we must leave Middlemarch now.
LYDGATE [he thought she didn't know]
What have you heard?

He can't help feeling, and sounding, like a guilty man.

ROSAMOND
Everything, I suppose. My father told me.

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6/56a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET OR SQUARE. MAY 1832. DAY.

The stagecoach rumbles into Middlemarch in the early morning.


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6/56b. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. COACHYARD. MAY 1832. DAY.

LADISLAW gets out and stretches his arms and legs.

COURTYARD HAND
Morning sir.
LADISLAW
Morning.
COURTYARD HAND
Good trip.
LADISLAW
Yes thank you

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6/61. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MAY 1832. DAY.

LYDGATE and DOROTHEA in earnest conversation.

LYDGATE
How my orders came to be disobeyed I still don't know. It's one of those cases which are judged on a man's character - and Bulstrode's character has enveloped me you see, in the public eye, because I took his money. Well, it's done now, and can't be undone.
DOROTHEA
I can't believe that this should happen to you. You meant to lead a higher life than the common, and to find better ways.
LYDGATE
Yes, I had some ambition. I thought I had more strength and mastery.
DOROTHEA
I cannot rest in this as unchangeable. But suppose we kept on the hospital according to the present plan - people would eventually come round to you. They would soon see that your purposes were pure.
LYDGATE
That might do if I had my old trust in myself. Nothing galls me more than the notion of running away before this slander. Still I can't ask anyone to put a great deal of money into a plan which depends on me.
DOROTHEA
I am very uncomfortable with my money. I need to do something good with it. The hospital would be one good. Helping to make your life quite whole and well again would be another.

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LYDGATE
You have the goodness as well as the money to do all that. But...

He says it almost with a groan: flesh of his flesh is tearing at his very being.

LYDGATE
... you know what sort of bond marriage is. I cannot now take any step without considering my wife's happiness. She married me without knowing what she was going into. And she has set her mind against staying.
DOROTHEA
But when she saw the good that might come of staying ...
LYDGATE
She would not see it. And indeed I have lost all spirit about carrying on my life here. We have not been able to talk to each other about it. [pause: it's such a grim thought] She may fear that I have really done something base.
DOROTHEA
May I go and speak with her. If Mrs Lydgate knew that there were friends who would believe in you, she might be glad then that you should stay and recover your hopes. Perhaps then you would see how important it is that you continue at the hospital. Surely you would if you still have faith in it as a means of making your knowledge useful.

Pause.

DOROTHEA
You need not decide immediately.

But she sees no hope in his face.


[Page] 6/61

LYDGATE
I cannot consent to being the cause of your goodness being wasted. Let the New Hospital be joined to the Old Infirmary, and everything go on as if I had never come to Middlemarch. As for myself, I can think of nothing for a long while, but getting an income and supporting my wife.
DOROTHEA
Let me at least help you in that way - give you an annual sum until you are free from want.
LYDGATE
I can't allow myself to be pensioned for work I never achieved. I must think what must please the world and bring in money. Look for an opening in the London crowd and push myself. That's the sort of shell I must creep in and try and keep my soul alive.

His aristocratic lip might curl a bit at the thought. But it's not so much that as the descent from the ideal of the philosopher physician he dreamed of being.

DOROTHEA
That is not brave, to give up the fight.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M13
T/C In: 07:39:42

LYDGATE
No, it is not brave ...
[making an effort]
You have made a great difference, by believing in me. If you can clear me in a few other minds, especially in Farebrother's. I shall be deeply grateful.
DOROTHEA
Mr Farebrother will believe. Others will believe. I will take any pains to clear you.
LYDGATE
You will do me another great kindness then and come and see my wife.
DOROTHEA
Yes of course I will.

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6/6la. EXT. LOWICK. MAY 1832. DAY.

DOROTHEA walks with LYDGATE to the stables.

DOROTHEA
You have achieved much in Middlemarch.
LYDGATE
Nothing to what I dreamt of.

T/C Out: 07:40:21
Duration: 39"

DOROTHEA
Humankind does advance by small steps, as well as great ones. Does it not? I must believe that.
LYDGATE
Perhaps.
DOROTHEA
I sometimes wake very early, and go out alone, and fancy I can hear the cries of all the poor scurrying creatures in the grass ... so much suffering in the world ... I think of it as a kind of ... muffled cry on the other side of silence ... if our senses were sharp enough to apprehend it all, I think the ... pain of it would destroy us. I think we should be glad we are not too sensitive ­ and work in any small way we can, to help our fellow creatures ...

A rather shy tremulous smile.

DOROTHEA
May I come and visit Mrs. Lydgate? Would she accept my sympathy, do you think?
LYDGATE
I think she would be honoured.
DOROTHEA
Then I shall.

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6/63. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL AND STAIRS. MAY 1832. DAY.

A rather flustered MAID in a kitchen apron answers the door.

MAID
Come in my lady.
DOROTHEA
Is Mrs. Lydgate at home?
MAID [flustered]
Um ooh I'm not sure. Will you like to walk upstairs?
DOROTHEA
Thank you.

The MAID leads DOROTHEA upstairs to the drawing room door.

MAID
If you'd like to wait in the drawing room ... I'll see if she's upstairs.

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6/64. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

DOROTHEA goes into the drawing room, and stops dead.

ROSAMOND and LADISLAW are together on the sofa, very close, they are holding hands, both hands. ROSAMOND is all dishevelled and weeping.

LADISLAW, as he turns, looks absolutely horrified to see DOROTHEA. It's a bad moment.

DOROTHEA is the first to recover.

DOROTHEA
am so sorry, Mrs. Lydgate, the servant didn't know you were here. I came to deliver a letter for Dr. Lydgate.

She puts it down and turns.

LADISLAW [on his feet now]
Please ...
DOROTHEA
Goodbye.

She goes quickly.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M14
T/C In: 07:42:16


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6M14 Continues

6/65. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL & STAIRS MAY 1832. DAY.

DOROTHEA rushes down the stairs, tears in her eyes.


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6M14 Continues

6/67. EXT. LOWICK. MAY 1832. DAY.

DOROTHEA returning home.

PRATT answers the door:

PRATT
Good afternoon, ma'am, shall you take your tea in the library?
DOROTHEA
No, no, thank you ....

DOROTHEA's on the move the whole time, wanting to break down in private ....

PRATT
Is there anything....

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6M14 Continues

6/68. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

DOROTHEA goes inside, closes the door, leans on it ....

She relives the moment when she saw Ladislaw and Rosamond on the sofa and when she first met him in Lowick.


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6M14 Continues

6/69. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT.

DOROTHEA sobbing.

DOROTHEA
Why... why?

She sits on a chair - still sobbing.

DOROTHEA
I did love him! I did love him ....

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6M14 Continues

NEW SCENE. EXT. LOWICK. MAY 1832. DAY.

Establisher

We can hear DOROTHEA sobbing.


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6M14 Continues

6/71. EXT. LOWICK. MAY 1832. DAY.

Early morning mist.

DOROTHEA walking away from the house in her yesterday's clothes with a shawl round her shoulders, feeling a bit weird and lightheaded.

It all looks shimmery and very beautiful in a sort of cold dreamlike way.

The birds are singing.


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6M14 Continues

6/72a. EXT. LOWICK. MAY 1832. DAY.

DOROTHEA walks away from the house, into the grounds of the house.

Trudging along the road, a MAN with a bundle on his back, a WOMAN a few steps behind carrying a BABY.

She watches.

As they near DOROTHEA:

MAN
Morning, ma'am.
DOROTHEA
Morning.
MAN
Looks like a fine one.
DOROTHEA
Yes. Yes, it does.

In her lightheaded state, it feels like an omen, a blessing.


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6M14 Continues

6/77. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

ROSAMOND and DOROTHEA.

ROSAMOND looking very fragile. DOROTHEA looks much better.

DOROTHEA
Believe me: your husband has warm friends, who have not left off believing in his high character: I have spoken to Sir James Chettam and Mr Brooke and Mr Farebrother. They all believe in your husband. That will cheer you, will it not? That will give you courage?

T/C Out: 07:45:02
Duration: 2'46"

ROSAMOND
Thank you. You are very kind. I did not think you would be so kind.

She means it. She's a bit overcome, and a bit overawed.

DOROTHEA
I ... I know that your husband cares more for your happiness than anything else. Nothing hurts him more than his misfortunes must hurt you. The reason he told me was because I was very bold and asked him.

ROSAMOND starts to cry.

ROSAMOND
Tertius is so angry and impatient if I say anything.
DOROTHEA
Marriage is so unlike anything else. There is something even awful in the nearness it brings.

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She is thinking about her failed marriage with Casaubon, of course. ROSAMOND and DOROTHEA are really having a rapport here.

DOROTHEA
But ... even if we loved someone else better - better than those we were married to, it would be of no use ... I know it may be very dear, but it murders our marriage ­ and then the marriage stays with us like a murder, when everything else is gone ... And then our husband - if he loved and trusted us, and we have not helped him, but made a curse in his life ...

She can't go on. Her eyes say help me, help me. And ROSAMOND can, and does, suddenly realising what DOROTHEA is saying.

ROSAMOND
You are thinking what is not true. When you came in yesterday, it was not as you thought.

DOROTHEA stares at her.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M15
T/C In: 07:47:03

ROSAMOND
In my unhappiness I had turned to him for comfort. He told me that he loved another women and could never respond to me. [deliberately]
He said yesterday that no other woman existed for him beside you. He said he could never explain to you what had happened because of me. But now, I have told you, and he cannot reproach me any more.
DOROTHEA
No, he cannot.

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6M15 Continues

6/78. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL. DAY. MAY 1832.

DOROTHEA just leaving as LYDGATE arrives.

LYDGATE
You are not leaving?
DOROTHEA
Yes, I must.

T/C Out: 07:47:32
Duration: 29"

LYDGATE
Thank you.
DOROTHEA
We have had a long talk, and I think, I hope, it has done some good.
LYDGATE
Mrs. Casaubon I must thank you for the generous cheque. When one is grateful for something too good for common thanks ...
DOROTHEA
No it is I who am grateful I was able to help. And I must tell you that I have spoken to Mr. Farebrother and our other friends and all of them now believe in you utterly. I must go.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M16
T/C In: 07:48:04


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6M16 Continues

6/79. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY.

LYDGATE comes in.

ROSAMOND on the sofa, in a bit of a daze.

He comes and sits by her.

She gives him a little smile.

LYDGATE
Well, what do you think of Mrs. Casaubon?

T/C Out: 07:48:38
Duration: 34"

ROSAMOND
I think she must be better than anyone. And she is very beautiful. If you go to talk to her so often, you will be more discontented with me than ever!
LYDGATE
But has she made you any less discontented with me?
ROSAMOND
I think she has.

She looks at him properly, as it were.

ROSAMOND
Oh Tertius how heavy your eyes are. And do push your hair back.

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M17
T/C In: 07:49:19


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6M17 Continues

6/80. EXT. WHITE HART & MAIN STREET. MAY 1832. DAY.

Start on a maid rushing up the main street towards the White Hart. She sees LADISLAW leaving the inn and runs up to him with a note.

MAID
Mr Ladislaw. Mr Ladislaw.
LADISLAW [turning around]
What's this?
MAID
From Mrs Lydgate.
LADISLAW [looking through her]
Thank you.

LADISLAW opens it.

Hear ROSAMOND'S voice over:

ROSAMOND [VO]
I have told Mrs. Casaubon the truth. That there was never anything between us. That you have always loved her and her alone. You will not have anything to reproach me with now. I shall not have made any difference to you.

The end of the letter is over the next scene.


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6M17 Continues

6/74. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY.

MRS BULSTRODE is walking in the garden. BULSTRODE comes up to her.

BULSTRODE
Harriet. Harriet, is there anything you wish me to do Harriet with regard to the property?

T/C Out: 07:50:22
Duration: 1'03"

MRS. BULSTRODE
I would like it if we could do something for Rosamond and her husband before we leave Middlemarch? Walter says that they will have almost nothing.
BULSTRODE
Dr. Lydgate has rejected any further service from me, Harriet. He has returned the thousand pounds I lent him. Mrs. Casaubon advanced him that sum.

It lies open on the table. Neither of them move.

BULSTRODE
But we might do something for your nephew Fred. He might be prepared to take over this house, as tenant. Caleb Garth, before he left my service, told me Fred was much changed, and was likely to turn out very well. Would it be of satisfaction to you Harriet, if Fred were to take Stone Court?

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M18
T/C In: 07:50:51


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6M18 Continues

6/75. EXT. GARTH HOUSE. ORCHARD. MAY 1832. DAY.

GARTH, MRS. GARTH, FRED, MARY.

FRED
Stone Court? But Bulstrode never had a good word to say about me!
CALEB
Well, it seems he's changed his mind. As have others.

Would be nice if FRED and MARY are obviously a couple now from their body language.

CALEB
Not all bad, Nicholas Bulstrode. I don't think many men are.
FRED
Well I shall certainly make a go of it, Mr. Garth!
MARY
Mind you do.
FRED [Fred takes Mary's hands]
We can get married at once, Mary.

They embrace and kiss.


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6M18 Continues

6/84. EXT. LOWICK. GROUNDS. MAY 1832. DAY.

DOROTHEA is in the garden dead heading some flowers.

LADISLAW walks up to her. She sees him.

They stare at each other, back in their bind of not being able to speak their feelings.

They kiss.


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6M18 Continues

6/85. EXT. FRESHITT. GARDENS. MAY 1832. DAY.

CELIA and DOROTHEA walking together in the elegantly tailored gardens with the smart house in the background. We are close in on them.

T/C Out: 07:53:05
Duration: 2'14"

CELIA
You will be so poor! And what about your plans? James would have taken any trouble for you, and you might have gone on all your life doing what you liked.
DOROTHEA
On the contrary, I never could do anything that I liked. I have never carried out any plan yet.
CELIA
Because you always wanted things that wouldn't do. You would have Mr. Casaubon, with his great soul, and now, to think of Mr. Ladislaw, who has got no estate or anything.
DOROTHEA
Oh Kitty.
CELIA
Well it is very serious Dodo. And you will go away among queer people, and live in a street, and I shall never see you, and nor shall little Arthur.
DOROTHEA
Dear Celia, if you don't ever see me, it will not be my fault.
CELIA
Yes, it will, how can I come to you or have me with you when James can't bear it? ... [Pause] Is he very fond of you, Dodo?

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DOROTHEA
I hope so. I am very fond of him.

And now we are going away from them, they are figures in a landscape now: but social figures, not young animals.

CELIA
That is nice. Only I would rather you had such a sort of husband as James is, with a place very near that I could drive to - I cannot think how all this came about!
DOROTHEA
I daresay not ...
CELIA
Can't you tell me?

Incidental Music
Music Cue 6M19
T/C In: 07:54:09

DOROTHEA
No, you would have to feel with me, else you would never know ...

All that gentle, overlapping, fond, sisterly, and slightly carried on the wind, and now overridden by a new voice, GEORGE ELIOT herself:

GEORGE ELIOT [VO]
Dorothea never repented that she had given up position and fortune to marry Will Ladislaw, who was, eventually, returned to Parliament by a constituency which paid his expenses.

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[Over flashback to LYDGATE and ROSAMOND.]

GEORGE ELIOT [VO]
Lydgate built up a successful practice, alternating between London and a continental bathing place.
He always regarded himself as a failure.
He died at fifty, leaving his wife and four children well provided for, and Mrs. Lydgate soon afterwards married an elderly and wealthy physician who took kindly to the children.

[Over flashback to FRED and MARY.]

GEORGE ELIOT [VO]
All who have cared for Fred Vincy and Mary Garth will like to know that these two achieved a solid mutual happiness. Fred became rather distinguished as a farmer ­ but was always prone to believe he could make money by the purchase of a horse which turned out badly. Though this Mary observed was of course the fault of the horse and not of Fred's judgement. They had three children, all boys, never became rich, but saved enough to become the full owners of Stone Court.

[Over flashback of DOROTHEA walking up stairs in Lowick.]

GEORGE ELIOT [VO]
And Dorothea? She had no dreams of being praised above other women, feeling that there was always something better which she might have done, if she had only been better and known better. Her full nature spent itself in deeds which left no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculable; for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts, and on all those Dorotheas who live faithfully their hidden lives, and rest in unvisited tombs.

T/C Out: 07:56:30
Duration: 2'21"

[Mix to countryside - shepherd and sheep. Carriage enters frame L - credits roll]


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[Credits roll over carriage moving L to R into the distance and shepherd and sheep going R and out of frame L ­ brown lettering - credits appear at O7:56:33]

Closing Title Music
T/C In: 07:56:31

END CREDITS

CAST in order of appearance

Rosamond TREVYN McDOWELL

Dr Lydgate DOUGLAS HODGE

Dorothea JULIET AUBREY

Sir James Chettam JULIAN WADHAM

Caleb Garth CLIVE RUSSELL

Nicholas Bulstrode PETER JEFFREY

Bambridge FRED PEARSON

Hiram Ford ROY HOLDER

Mrs Dollop PAM FERRIS

Fred Vincy JONATHAN FIRTH

Raffles JOHN SAVIDENT

Mrs Abel SALLY MATES

Mr Spooner DAVID SIBLEY

Mr Hopkins DAVID NEAL

Mr Hawley COLUM CONVEY


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Mr Powderell RICHARD BUTLER

Arthur Brooke ROBERT HARDY

Rev Farebrother SIMON CHANDLER

Mayor Vincy STEPHEN MOORE

Dr Wrench JAMES GARBUTT

Mr Chichely DAVID BELCHER

Mr Standish RONALD HINES

Mrs Bulstrode ROSEMARY MARTIN

Mrs Plymdale PATTI LOVE

Pritchard CHERYL FERGISON

Will Ladislaw RUFUS SEWELL

Lydgate's Maid EMILY WOOF

Pratt ROGER MILNER

Lowick Peasant STEVEN DEPROOST

Mary Garth RACHEL POWER

Mrs Garth GABRIELLE LLOYD

Celia CAROLINE HARKER

Voice of George Eliot JUDI DENCH


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CREW CREDITS

First Assistant Director ROB EVANS

Production Manager JULIE EDWARDS

Location Managers SAM BRECKMAN JEFF GOLDING

Script Supervisor JANE GRIFFITHS

Assistant Floor Managers CLARE SOLLY KATY BRIERS

Second Assistant Director TANIA NORMAND

Third Assistant Director ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD

Production Coordinator UNA SAPLAMIDES

Production Secretary LUCY HOARE

Programme Budget Assistants IAN BOALER SALLY MARK

Senior Make-up Assistant JUDITH GILL-DOUGHERTY

Make-up Assistants PHILLIPPA HALL JANE BURSTOW

Dressers FRAN MILES SUE BURROWS RUSSELL BARNETT RILEY CLARK

Costume Design Assistants THERESA HUGHES SALLY PLUM

Title Sequence LINDA SHERWOOD-PAGE


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Special Effects Design Assistants IAN LOWE MARK HADDENHAM

Special Effects Designer STUART BRISDON

Boom Operators TIM BOISSAUD-COOKE ALUN BANKS

Second Unit Camera MICHAEL FARR

Steadicam Operators ALF TRAMONTIN SIMON BRAY

Focus Puller IAN JACKSON

Clapper/Loader JULIAN BUCKNALL

Grip ROY RUSSELL

Best Boy TERRY MONTAGUE

Gaffer ALAN MUHLEY

Production Operatives DANNY EUSTON MARK BEVAN DAVE DIBDEN

Prop Master BOB ELTON

Production Operative Supervisor VIC YOUNG

Scenic Artist PETER NURSE

Painter DEREK HONEYBUN

Chippie JOE WILMOTT

Construction Manager BARRY MOLL


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Set Dresser MARJ PRATT

Art Directors JOHN COLLINS MARK KEBBY

Period Medical Advisor RON STENNER

Period Chef COLIN CAPON

Production Buyer SARA RICHARDSON

Stunt Arranger CLIVE CURTIS

Horses and Carriages supplied by REG DENT & SONS

Dialect Coach JOAN WASHINGTON

Telecine Colourist JOHN CRANE

Music Recording Engineer CHRISTOPHER DIBBLE

Assistant Editors BETH SOLOMON DEBBIE PRAGNELL EMMA MATTHEWS

Dubbing Editors EDWARD BAZALGETTE MATTHEW DENNIS CATHERINE HODGSON NICOLE A. COLEMAN

Dubbing Mixer PAUL HAMBLIN

Sound Recordist DICK BOULTER

Italian Film Coordinator PANDA FILMS, MILAN

Post Production Associate CAROLE BISSET

Additional Casting CHRISSIE McMURRICH

Casting GAIL STEVENS


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Associate Producer ALISON GEE

Music Composed by CHRISTOPHER GUNNING STANLEY MYERS

Make-up Designer DEANNE TURNER

Costume Designer ANUSHIA NIERADZIK

Film Editor JERRY LEON

Script Editor SUSIE CHAPMAN

Production Designer GERRY SCOTT

Photographed by BRIAN TUFANO BSC

The BBC wishes to thank the people of Stamford, Lincolnshire, for their cooperation in the making of this programme.

STANLEY MYERS, composer, died, 9th November 1993

A BBC-TV Production in association with WGBH/Boston

Executive Producer for WGBH REBECCA EATON

Executive Producer for BBC MICHAEL WEARING

[Roller fades to black and "Middlemarch" caption [below] fades up immediately]

"Middlemarch"

BBC

T/C Out: 07:58:01
Duration: 1'30"

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