TABLE OF CONTENTS

EPISODE 1
Prelims 1  Scene 1/1  Scene 1/2a  Scene 1/2b  Scene 1/2c  Scene 1/2d  Scene 1/3  Scene 1/5  Scene 1/6  Scene 1/7  Scene 1/8  Scene 1/9  Scene 1/11  Scene 1/12  Scene 1/13  Scene 1/14b  Scene 1/15  Scene 1/16  Scene 1/17  Scene 1/18  Scene 1/19  Scene 1/20  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 1/36  Scene 1/37  Scene 1/38  Scene 1/39  Scene 1/40  Scene 1/42  Scene 1/43  Scene 1/44  Scene 1/45  Scene 1/46  Scene 1/47  Scene 1/48  Scene 1/49  Scene 1/50  Scene 1/51  Scene 1/53  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 1/68  Scene 1/69  Scene 1/71  Scene 1/72  Scene 1/73  Scene 1/74  Scene 1/75  Scene 1/76  Scene 1/77  Scene 1/78  Scene 1/79  Scene 1/80  Scene 1/81  Scene 1/82  Scene 1/83  Scene 1/84  Scene 1/85  Scene 1/86  Scene 1/87 

EPISODE 2
Prelims 2  Scene 2/1  Scene 2/2  Scene 2/3  Scene 2/4  Scene 2/5  Scene 2/6  Scene 2/7  Scene 2/8  Scene 2/9  Scene 2/10  Scene 2/11  Scene 2/12  Scene 2/17  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 2/31  Scene 2/32  Scene 2/33  Scene 2/34  Scene 2/37  Scene 2/38  Scene 2/39  Scene 2/40a  Scene 2/42  Scene 2/44  Scene 2/45  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 2/55  Scene 2/57  Scene 2/60  Scene 2/61  Scene 2/62  Scene 2/63  Scene 2/64  Scene 2/65  Scene 2/66  Scene 2/68  Scene 2/69  Scene 2/70  Scene 2/71  Scene 2/72  Scene 2/73 

EPISODE 3
Prelims 3  Scene 3/5  Scene 3/6  Scene 3/7  Scene 3/8  Scene 3/10  Scene 3/11  Scene 3/12  Scene 3/13  Scene 3/14  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 3/26  Scene 3/27  Scene 3/28  Scene 3/29  Scene 3/30  Scene 3/31  Scene 3/32  Scene 3/33  Scene 3/36  Scene 3/37  Scene 3/39  Scene 3/40  Scene 3/41  Scene 3/42  Scene 3/44  Scene 3/47  Scene 3/48  Scene 3/49  Scene 3/50  Scene 3/51  Scene 3/52  Scene 3/53  Scene 3/54  Scene 3/55  Scene 3/56  Scene 3/62  Scene 3/63  Scene 3/64  Scene 3/65  Scene 3/66  Scene 3/67  Scene 3/68  Scene 3/69  Scene 3/70  Scene 3/71  Scene 3/72  Scene 3/73  Scene 3/74  Scene 3/75  Scene 3/76  Scene 3/78  Scene 3/79  Scene 3/80  Scene 3/81  Scene 3/82  Scene 3/83  Scene 3/84 

EPISODE 4
Prelims 4  Scene 4/1  Scene 4/2  Scene 4/3  Scene 4/4  Scene 4/6  Scene 4/7a  Scene 4/7b  Scene 4/9  Scene 4/11  Scene 4/12  Scene 4/13  Scene 4/15  Scene 4/17  Scene 4/18  Scene 4/20  Scene 4/21  Scene 4/23  Scene 4/25  Scene 4/26  Scene 4/27  Scene 4/28  Scene 4/30  Scene 4/31  Scene 4/32  Scene 4/33  Scene 4/35  Scene 4/36  Scene 4/37  Scene 4/38  Scene 4/39  Scene 4/41  Scene 4/42  Scene 4/43  Scene 4/44  Scene 4/45  Scene 4/47  Scene 4/49  Scene 4/50  Scene 4/51  Scene 4/54  Scene 4/55  Scene 4/56  Scene 4/60  Scene 4/61  Scene 4/62  Scene 4/63  Scene 4/64 

EPISODE 5
Prelims 5  Scene 5/1  Scene 5/2  Scene 5/4  Scene 5/5  Scene 5/6  Scene 5/7  Scene 5/8  Scene 5/9  Scene 5/10  Scene 5/11  Scene 5/12  Scene 5/13  Scene 5/14  Scene 5/15  Scene 5/16  Scene 5/17  Scene 5/18  Scene 5/19  Scene 5/20  Scene 5/21  Scene 5/24  Scene 5/25  Scene 5/26  Scene 5/27  Scene 5/28  Scene 5/29  Scene 5/31  Scene 5/32  Scene 5/33  Scene 5/34  Scene 5/35  Scene 5/36  Scene 5/37  Scene 5/40  Scene 5/41  Scene 5/42  Scene 5/43  Scene 5/43a  Scene 5/45  Scene 5/46  Scene 5/47a  Scene 5/48  Scene 5/50  Scene 5/51  Scene 5/53  Scene 5/54  Scene 5/55  Scene 5/57  Scene 5/58 

EPISODE 6
Prelims 6  Scene 6/1  Scene 6/2  Scene 6/3  Scene 6/4  Scene 6/5  Scene 6/6  Scene 6/8  Scene 6/9  Scene 6/10  Scene 6/12  Scene 6/13  Scene 6/14  Scene 6/15  Scene 6/16  Scene 6/17  Scene 6/18  Scene 6/19  Scene 6/21  Scene 6/22  Scene 6/23  Scene 6/24  Scene 6/25  Scene 6/26  Scene 6/28  Scene 6/30  Scene 6/31  Scene 6/32a  Scene 6/32b  Scene 6/32c  Scene 6/33  Scene 6/34  Scene 6/36  Scene 6/37  Scene 6/38  Scene 6/39a  Scene 6/39b  Scene 6/41  Scene 6/42  Scene 6/43  Scene 6/44  Scene 6/45  Scene 6/46  Scene 6/48  Scene 6/51  Scene 6/52  Scene 6/54  Scene 6/55  Scene 6/56a  Scene 6/56b  Scene 6/57  Scene 6/60  Scene 6/61  Scene 6/63  Scene 6/64  Scene 6/65  Scene 6/66  Scene 6/68  Scene 6/69  Scene 6/71  Scene 6/72  Scene 6/73  Scene 6/74  Scene 6/75  Scene 6/76  Scene 6/77  Scene 6/78  Scene 6/79  Scene 6/80  Scene 6/83  Scene 6/84  Scene 6/85  Scene 6/86  Scene 6/87  Scene 6/88  Scene 6/89  Scene 6/90  Scene 6/91 


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THE SENDING OF THIS SCRIPT DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AN OFFER OF ANY PART IN IT.

REVISED ISSUE 3 - 16.02.93

MIDDLEMARCH

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 1

PRODUCER ··· LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producer ... ALISON GEE
Script Editor ··· SUSIE CHAPMAN
Producer's Secretary ··· LUCY HOARE

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ··· SAM BRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
Continuity ··· JANE GRIFFITHS
P.A. ··· UNA SAPLAMIDES
Finance Assistant ··· IAN BOALER
Second Assistant Director ... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ··· ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD

LIGHTING CAMERAMAN ... BRIAN TUFANO
Camera Assistant ··· IAN JACKSON
Clapper Loader ... JULIAN BUCKNALL
SOUND RECORDIST ... DICK BOULTER
Sound Assistant ··· TIM BOISSAUD-COOKE
Grip ... ROY RUSSELL
LIGHTING GAFFER ... ALAN MUHLEY
Best Boy ... TERRY MONTAGUE
FILM EDITOR ... JERRY LEON
FILM EDITOR ... PAUL TOTHILL

DESIGNER ... GERRY SCOTT
Art Director ... JOHN COLLINS
Art Director ... MARK KEBBY
Buyer ... SARA RICHARDSON
Set Dresser ··· MARJ PRATT
Construction Manager ... BARRY MOLL
Design Op. Supervisor ... VIC YOUNG
Prop Master ··· BOB ELTON
Prod. Op. ... MARK BEVAN
Prod. Op. ··· DANNY EUSTON
Prod. Op· ··· JOE MALONE

CONTINUED


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COSTUME DESIGNER ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Costume Assistant ... THERESA HUGHES
Costume Assistant ... SALLY PLUMB
Dresser ... SUE BURROWS
Dresser ... RUSSELL BARNETT
MAKE-UP DESIGNER ... DEANNE TURNER
Make-Up Assistant ... JUDITH GILL-DOUGHERTY
Make-Up Assistant ... JANE BURSTOW
Make-Up Assistant ... PHILLIPPA HALL
VISUAL EFFECTS DESIGNER ... STUART BRISDON

CASTING DIRECTOR ... GAIL STEVENS
Assistant ... ANDY PRYOR

Artists Booker ... MAGGIE ANSON

Researcher ... JUNE AVERIL


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1/1. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE.OCTOBER 1829. DAY 1 (1030).link to note

Very quiet. A sense of the vastness, the emptiness, of England.link to note

A single stagecoach, a dot in the distance, coming closer at a steady pace, along an empty track.

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 ...

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, the silver track snaking out behind them.

It's the railway and LYDGATE, looking down, is stirred by it.

LYDGATE [to himself.]
The future.

The stagecoach rolls along and a view of Middlemarch appears in the distancelink to note.


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1/2a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 1 (1145).

Start on LYDGATE's face as the stagecoach bumps along the main street, and then fade up the noise of the town, the STALLKEEPERS shouting their wares, the hubbub of conversation, the clatter of cartwheels, the various sounds of work, distant squeals of pigs in the slaughterhouse.


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1/2b. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET. OCTOBER 1829 DAY 1 (1146).

LYDGATE's stagecoach threads it's way through all this (lots of PEOPLE walking in the middle of the road, or just standing gossiping).link to note


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1/2c. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. COACH YARD. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 1 (1147).

The stagecoach pulls up in the coach yard.

It is clear that Lydgate is a gentleman as he steps down from the carriage.

A middle-aged INN KEEPER comes out to meet the stagecoach with an assistant.

INN KEEPER
Dr. Lydgate! Welcome to Middlemarch!link to note
LYDGATE
Thank you.
INN KEEPER [to his assistant]
Bring down those bags, John.

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l/2d. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. WHITE HART INN. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 1 (ll48).

LYDGATE emerges from the White Hart and looks around with lively interestlink to note.

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.


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1/3. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 1 (1152).

DOROTHEA and CELIA BROOKE are out riding.link to note

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.link to note

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.

A GROOM follows. He's bored stiff.

As they ride on, see a handsome house in the distance, the sweep of countryside, some farmed, some parkland.link to note

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1/5. EXT. TIPTON ESTATE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 1 (1210)

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.


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1/6. EXT. TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 1 (1235)

The GROOM is tending the horses, murmuring to the one he is dealing with.

DOROTHEA stroking her horse. CELIA smiling. She likes to see her sister enjoying herself in a simple sensuous way.

Perhaps because she becomes aware of this, DOROTHEA turns away, and the two girls walk across the yard towards the house.link to note

DOROTHEA [to the GROOM]
Thank you, Pimble.
[And then almost in the same breath, as she turns away to walk across the yard]
I believe I shall give up riding, Celia.link to note
CELIA
Oh, Dodo. Horses need exercise you know, and Pimble needs employment.
DOROTHEA
Yes - yes, I know, but is that all we can do: exercise horses and give employment to servants?

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

We might be getting PIMBLE, the Groom's perspective on this as the girls walk away from him across the yard. If DOROTHEA prevails, he might be out of a job.

CELIA
Well, I don't know, Dodo.

They pass BROOKE talking to his Steward, ROACH, whose clothes and accent denote a lower social class.


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Now we can see them from BROOKE's point of view: he smiles to see his nieces. A genial old buffer of sixty, and easygoing landowner, especially easygoing with himself.link to note

Brooke turns away to address ROACH.

BROOKE
Yes, that's all very fine, Roach, but fences cost money, you know.
ROACH
Cost you more in the long run to 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.link to note


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link to note1/7. INT. TIPTON. GIRLS' SITTING ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 1 (1638)link to note

link to noteThis is the "pretty sitting room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters". So we might glimpse their bedrooms through open doors.

DOROTHEA sits at a desk by the window. She is drawing an architectural plan, concentrating hard. "Loudon's" book is to hand for reference.

CELIA comes in from her bedroom, carrying a jewel case.

CELIA
Dodo.
DOROTHEA
Come and look. Do you think I have got the fireplaces in proportion? It is so important to do this right.link to note

CELIA comes and looks, though she has other purposes in mind.

CELIA
Farmworkers cottages: a new design. Yes, very nice, but you know Uncle. They will never be built. [so much for that]
Dodo: 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.

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CELIA
Please Dodo, what do you think about Mamma's jewels?
DOROTHEA smiles.
DOROTHEA
You mean you would like to wear them?
CELIA
I thought we both might. Look.
CELIA opens the box and rather shyly holds up a necklace of amethysts.
DOROTHEA
Come ... let me.

She fastens it round CELIA's neck.

CELIA likes being touched, and she likes dressing up, and she likes to feel beautiful. Nice lamplight on her shoulders, her skin glows, her eyes sparkle. She puts her hand up to her throat and touches the necklace. She's rather falling in love with herself. And why not?link to note

DOROTHEA smiles affectionately.

CELIA tears herself away from her bewitching reflection.

CELIA
And Dodo I thought this cross for you ­

She wants to put it on DOROTHEA who shies away.

DOROTHEA
No, no. I don't want it, Celia, not a cross, not as a trinket. No - you have it - have them all.link to note

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


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CELIA
Dodo how can I wear ornaments if you never will?

She looks back at her reflection again, pouting now. It's tragic that she should be thwarted by her sister's scruples.

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.link to note

DOROTHEA
How very beautiful they are, though. It's strange how deeply colours seem to ... penetrate one ... like scent. They look like fragments of heaven.link to note

She holds up an emerald ring.

CELIA [seizing her chance]
Look, here's a bracelet to match it. Try it. Please, Dodo.

DOROTHEA lets her slip the ring on her finger and clasp the bracelet round her wrist.link to note

DOROTHEAlink to note
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
Yes. Yes, I shall keep them.

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CELIA [eagerly]
And shall you wear them in company?
DOROTHEA
Perhaps I shall ...

She, and we, catch CELIA's victorious smile.

DOROTHEA
... Who knows to what level I may sink?link to note

For a saint, she's got quite a sharp tongue.


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1/8. INT. TIPTON. DINING ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT 1 (2118)

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.link to note

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, the poet Wordsworth, Davy was a poet too, 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, studied 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]
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, 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]
Surely it's not a sin, Uncle, to spend money in finding out how we can 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.

CHETTAM
Thank you, Miss Brooke! I only wish I could express myself so cogently. You have such ... excellent opinions and you always express them with such ...
CELIA [amusing herself]
... cogency.

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CHETTAM
Yes.

God, he thinks, if only I had the gift of the gab I might get Miss Brooke to love me.

BROOKE [to Casaubon]
Young 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:

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 modern 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 in a great work, y'know, a great work, isn't that so, Casaubon?
CASAUBON
I believe I am, yes. Perhaps too great a work for the mind of one man to compass.

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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]
Not, perhaps, a subject of much interest to young ladies.

Important that at this stage we should feel that it is indeed a great endeavour, and that this intense, dedicated scholar might be the man to pull it off. His tone as he speaks of it is rapt, and almost hypnotic, and DOROTHEA certainly is under his spell.

DOROTHEA
On the contrary - I - to me that seems a wonderful endeavour.
CASAUBON
You are very kind, Miss Brooke. I feel 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
In pigeonholes partly.

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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
You have an excellent secretary at hand, you perceive.
BROOKE
Oh, I can't let young ladies meddle with my documents! Young ladies are too flighty, Casaubon, too flighty, you know!
DOROTHEA [mortified]
Uncle!

But CASAUBON is looking at her with warmth and sympathy.

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
It is true, Sir James.
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.

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DOROTHEA
You see how widely we differ, Sir James. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman, and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady.
CHETTAM [ rather ponderously flirting again]
I should like to know the reasons for this cruel resolution. 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
I simply feel that - for me - there ought to be a better way to live.

Her first two replies are quite lightly spoken - they're very like a Jane Austen heroine sticking up for herself ­ but it would be nice if the last reply shows a little hesitancy and confusion, delicacy about not wanting to sound priggish, leaving her feeling a bit embarrassed and exposed.

CHETTAM
But surely ...!

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

CASAUBON
Perhaps we should not inquire too closely into 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.

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1/9. INT. TIPTON. DOROTHEA'S BEDROOM. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT 1 (2248).link to note

DOROTHEA sitting with a book but thinking about the evening.

CELIA's en deshabille but still has the necklace on and is admiring it again in the mirror.

CELIA
Poor Mr. Casaubon; he's so very ugly, isn't he?
DOROTHEA
Celia! He's one of the most distinguished looking men I ever saw!
CELIA
With his hollow cheeks, and his sallow skin, and his two big moles with hairs sprouting out of them? I s'pose they do distinguish him, yes.
DOROTHEA
Celia it's painful to me that you look at people as if they were ... animals with a toilette, and not see the great soul in a man's face.
CELIA [teasing]
Has Mr. Casaubon a great soul, then?
DOROTHEA [simply]
Yes, I think so. I believe he has, Celia.

She's done for. The music tells us, starting on her yearning eyes, and continuing over:

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1/11. EXT. TIPTON GROUNDS. OCTOBER 1892. DAY 2 (1423). link to note

Less doomy music (like a cello) over CASAUBON and DOROTHEA walking in the grounds.

We don't hear what they're saying, but we can see that she's asking eager questions, her face glowing with excitement, her body language signalling eager submissiveness in the way she turns and looks up at him as he paces steadily, expounding.

MONK, a handsome young St. Bernard dog, walks on ahead of them.

And now, we move in, and hear what she is saying:

DOROTHEA
I was very grateful to you last night. I could not explain about the riding, but I think you understood my feeling that there must be better things I could be doing ­ but I am so very ignorant ... my education has been so imperfect - I have little Latin and no Greek at all.

CASAUBON smiles benevolently; she feels encouraged:

DOROTHEA
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!

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CASAUBON
It is a great challenge to bring together all the major disciplines - to show how every faith springs from the same ultimate source. It is a great endeavour.

DOROTHEA enthralled.

CASAUBON
At this stage it is not light or speedy work to gather in this great harvest - but the crowning task will be to condense all these still expanding insights into a single unified whole.

As he speaks he convinces himself that he can do it, and inspires her.

We see them walking into a little spinney and hear:

CASAUBON [VO]
This visit, for me, has been - may I say this? - more than pleasant, Miss Brooke ... I have felt the disadvantage of loneliness that inevitably accompanies any serious scholarship. The presence of youth, that cheerful companionship ... perhaps I have said too much?

And now we are in there with them, as she turns to him.

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 ... truly, you do not find such an aspiration ridiculous?
CASAUBON
Surprising, perhaps in one so young ... but not ridiculous. No, not ridiculous at all.

He takes out his pocket watch.


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CASAUBON
It is time for me to leave.
DOROTHEA
Oh.

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1/12. EXT. TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 2 (1503).

"3 o'clock on a beautiful breezy autumn day" as CASAUBON's pony and trap leaves from the front of the house.

BROOKE, DOROTHEA and CELIA on the steps. "Goodbye's" are said by all.

One last look into DOROTHEA's eyes, then off he rattles.

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.


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1/13. INT. OLD INFIRMARY. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 2 (1520)link to note

LYDGATE is coming 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.

In the foreground TWO KIDS on wooden crutches hobbling about. Several patients lie in bed with suppurating stumps.

There is a bed with a screen around it, and the sounds of someone is serious pain ...

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.link to note

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? I've been chatting with old Mrs. Hislop, she has some shocking tales, make you blush, I swear it.
LYDGATE
I doubt that very much.

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FAREBROTHER
Aye, medical men must see all sides of life. Ah, that reminds me -link to note I ran into a friend of yours the other day - Trawley was the name, stopping the night at the White Hart on his way to Bath, he sent his best regards to you.
LYDGATE
Trawley. I knew Trawley in Paris! How long ago that seems. How is he? He was such a political idealist - wanted to found a utopian community in the forest - did he ever do it?

The eagerness with which he seizes on the name is striking - it's like they were best friends in the 1968 uprising, or something. Rekindles LYDGATE's own student passions.

FAREBROTHER
I think not. Practised as a physician at a German spa, married his richest patient, and retired at thirty five. More of a realist than an idealist, I'd have said.
LYDGATE [shocked]
Trawley? [quite a pause]
What a damned shameful waste of a life.
FAREBROTHER
Some might not say so. Not everyone has your moral fibre, Lydgate. But I must make haste now, I'm late for a christening, shall I be forgiven, I doubt it. You must look in some night and see my new specimens ... promise now, I'll keep you to it ... Mr. Bulstrode, good day to you!

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

BULSTRODE is in strong contrast to both FAREBROTHER and LYDGATE. He looks pale, bloodless. But his voice and manner - his voice is a near­ whisper - have a curious authority and presence.


[Page] 1/26

BULSTRODE
Dr. Lydgate. Excellent. Would you do me the great favour of walking over to the Bank with me? The plans for the new hospital are ready for your inspection.

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1/14b. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 2. (1550)

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

Might be good to see it in long shot and hear their conversation over:link to note

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 that 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.
HAWLEY
Hasn't taken Bulstrode long to get his hooks into him.link to note

They chuckle and move on.


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1/15. INT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 2 (1602).

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

We see the general office of the bank through a glass partition (if this is consonant with interior design of the period). The Bank is one of the few Middlemarch buildings that might well be new.

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.link to note

LYDGATE
This is an excellent design, Mr. Bulstrode. The architect has vision, and has been well instructed. [he looks inspired]
You know in a few years 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? Now 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.

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BULSTRODE
You must prepare yourself for a certain amount of jealousy and dislike from your professional brethren by presenting yourself as a reformer. Standards of knowledge and skill are low in this part of the country. You will surely be resented by less able men.link to note
LYDGATE
Well, I won't profess bravery, but I'll acknowledge a good deal of pleasure in fighting. And I should not care for my profession if I did not believe that better methods were to be found and enforced there as well as everywhere else.
BULSTRODE
I am glad to hear it, sir. I mean to confide to you the super-intendence of my new hospital. But you recognise, too, the existence of spiritual interests in your patients?
LYDGATE
Yes, of course; what of it? - This wing here would make an excellent isolation ward, don't you think?

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

BULSTRODE
I refer to the chaplaincy. I am proposing to the committee that the Reverend Mr. Farebrother be replaced by the Reverend Mr. Tyke - and that no other spiritual aid should be called in.
LYDGATE
Really? What's wrong with Farebrother?
BULSTRODE
He is a man deeply painful to contemplate. 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.

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BULSTRODE
I mean that Mr. Farebrother has great talents but he dissipates them shamefully. He lacks spirituality. 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 - I thought this room here would do well as a laboratory.link to note
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. It may be of little moment to you, but the issue is of vital importance to me. I trust that I may ask of you this at least - in virtue of the cooperation between us that I now look forward to - that you will not be influenced by my opponents in this matter.link to note

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 hope I make myself clear?

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


[Page] 1/31

1/16. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. STREET NEAR GREEN DRAGON. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT 2 (1912).link to note

LYDGATE walking, deep in thought, on his way home to get on with a few experiments, turns and walks down a narrow street ... a COUPLE OF RAGGED KIDS still out playing ...

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.link to note

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 2 (1916)link to note

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.link to note

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

HIRAM FORD is scoring.

BAMBRIDGE is standing with a circle of cronies.

BAMBRIDGE
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 - very good Mr Farebrother!
HIRAM FORD
Hundred up!

FRED shakes FAREBROTHER'S hand.

FAREBROTHER
Bad luck, Fred.

FRED rather wistfully watches FAREBROTHER pick up the money that lies on the edge of the table.link to note

BAMBRIDGE
Master Vincy! Over here!
FRED
I'm afraid I can't pay you just yet, Mr Bambridge.

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BAMBRIDGE
No? I'm not surprised. I hope I shan't be forced to speak to your father about it. Evening, Mr Farebrother!
FAREBROTHER
Good evening! Good evening!

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

Out he goes.


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1/18. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH.TOWN BRIDGE. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT 2 (1935)

LYDGATE is standing on the bridge, having a little think about the meaning of life - the gushing river, the great dark sky, the mark he wants to make on the world.

Takes a deep breath of life. Smiles to himself. Time to go home and do a few experiments.

And here comes FAREBROTHER.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 - and there is an experiment I want to think about.
FAREBROTHER
Postpone it, for my sake. Come home and take your supper with me. No, I insist. Then you shall be able to inspect my collection at last! What do you say to that?
LYDGATE
Thank you. I should be very glad to.

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1/19. lNT. FAREBROTHER'S STUDY. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT 2 (2353)

Lots of glass jars and trays full of mounted butterflies and moths which LYDGATE is examining while FAREBROTHER lights his pipe, watching him, rather pleased to have captured LYDGATE in his net as well.link to note

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.
FAREBROTHER
The ocean. Many men would call Middlemarch a backwater. You won't find much intellectual stimulus or competition here.
LYDGATE
That's immaterial. A town like Middlemarch is just the kind of place to work on the prevention and treatment of fever - I think I'll be able to show dramatic results here, that would never show up in a big city like London. D'you see? And by example I want to bring about a general reform in practice. We shouldn't still be bleeding our patients, either literally, or by charging them through the nose for medicines of dubious value.link to note

[Page] 1/36

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. There's so much to do, Farebrother! And all of it possible here in Middlemarch!link to note

His eyes really do have a visionary glow. It's a project very similar to Casaubon's really, in its very different field.

A clock starts to chime midnight.

LYDGATE [[continued]]
It's late. And I have to rise early.
FAREBROTHER
I'll walk you home.

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1/20. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH STREETS. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT 2 (0005)

LYDGATE and FAREBROTHER walk in silence against the brooding presence of the sleeping town, passing a church, a graveyard, Bulstrode's bank, crossing the bridge again ... hearing the odd owl, a distant dog barking ... in the built-up bits, their voices and footsteps would echo. Then we drop in again on:link to note

FAREBROTHER
You want for nothing, then. You're a happy man.
LYDGATE
I believe I am.
FAREBROTHER
Lydgate ... I think I should warn you. You're new to Middlemarch. It's not the simple place it seems. If you vote for me as chaplain to the hospital, you'll make make an enemy of Bulstrode. And that is something no one should do lightly.
LYDGATE
What is there against Bulstrode? I don't warm to the man, but no one can deny he does good. After all, he spends his money on public works for the good of all.
FAREBROTHER
True: he could be of much greater use to you than I could ever be. But his religion makes me shudder: I don't like the narrow, ignorant set he belongs to. They do more to make their neighbours uncomfortable than to make them better.link to note

[cont/...]


[Page] 1/38

We might see the churchyard in the background round about now.

FAREBROTHER [cont - he smiles]
But then I'm prejudiced. All I meant to say was: beware of offending Bulstrode. 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 anyway?

He sounds irritated: we see his arrogance again - he's above all this sort of thing, or so he believes.

FAREBROTHER
That I don't teach his opinions, which he calls spiritual religion: and that I have not enough time to spare for both jobs. Both statements are true. But I could make 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 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.link to note

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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1/21. INT. VINCY HOUSE. BREAKFAST ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (1030)link to note

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

ROSAMOND VINCY is sitting with her embroidery. She is a lovely willowy blonde, very conscious of her own beauty.link to note

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

MRS. VINCY
Knock at Fred's door again, Pritchard, and tell him it is gone half past ten.

"This was said without any change in the radiant good humour in Mrs. Vincy's face, in which 45 years had delved neither angles nor parallels".

ROSAMOND
Mamma link to notewhen Fred comes down I wish you would not let him have red herrings. I cannot bear the smell of them all over the house.
ROSAMOND, I think, has had elocution lessons.
MRS. VINCY
Now, Rosamond my love. A red herring's not much is it. We women have 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
Not to anyone like Fred.link to note [Mrs Vincy is on her way out.]
Or anyone else who likes to eat red herrings for breakfast.
[more to herself]
Or 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 seems my love, for you have as good as refused the pick of them!
ROSAMOND
Mamma!
MRS. VINCY
What is it, Rosy?
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.link to note
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.link to note

And she goes.

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

FRED
Good morning, Rosie!link to note
ROSAMOND
Rosamond.
FRED [surveying the well-stocked table]
Ham, toast, potted beef ... is there nothing for breakfast, Pritchard?

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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 are to make themselves disagreeable.link to note
FRED [rather brilliantly]
I don't make myself disagreeable, Rosy: it is you who find me so. Disagreeable is a word that describes your feelings, 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 a sensation in your little nose associated with certain finicking notions acquired at 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
To see Mary Garth, I suppose.
MRS. VINCY [coming in again]
It's a pity you haven't the patience to go and see your Uncle more often, Rosamond, 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 being 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
Rosy, 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 cousins of his are camped in his parlour night and day like carrion crows - the least you could do is go and sit with him an hour, Rosy.
ROSAMOND
Very well. To please you, Mamma, I shall go with Fred this morning. I shall even sing Ye Banks and Braes for the hundred and twenty seven thousandth time, if Uncle Featherstone desires me to. There.link to note
MRS. VINCY
There now, you're a good kind girl, Rosie. Isn't she Fred?
ROSAMOND
Rosamond

FRED is grinning at her. If she weren't such a lady she would stick her tongue out at him.link to notelink to note

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1/23. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (l143).

ROSAMOND and FRED riding to STONE COURT.

ROSAMOND
Mamma said that a new doctor is attending Uncle Featherstone.
FRED
Yes, Lydgate: clever fellow too .... aha! I see!link to note
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, never mind, Sugar, it's not your fault ... Come on then, giddup.link to note

He breaks into a canter. ROSAMOND follows, and overtakes him easily.

FRED grits his teeth and struggles after her.


[Page] 1/45

1/24. EXT. STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (1227)link to notelink to note

FRED and ROSAMOND's horses tied up outside, chatting to one of the carriage horses.

We can hear ROSAMOND singing inside.

ROSAMOND [OOV]
How can ye chant, ye little birds that warble on the flowery thorn?

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1/25. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (1228)

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 silver-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 mind me of departed joys Departed never to return.

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.


[Page] 1/47

FEATHERSTONE [grins]
Not finished yet! Fred Vincy. Come here. You two missies can take yourselves off, I've got a bone to pick with this boy here.link to note

FRED goes over.

FEATHERSTONE
That's it, sit close, good boy. Now. 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 you've been borrowing on your expectations. You've been telling folks old Featherstone is leaving you his land and raising ready cash on the strength of it, haven't you, sir?link to note
FRED
Indeed I have not, sir.
FEATHERSTONE
I hear Bulstrode the banker tells a different tale.
FRED
Then he's mistaken, sir, or he's lying, or your little bird is. Truly, sir.link to note

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
I can alter my will yet, you know. And I shall, mark my words, if you don't contradict the story, Fred.
FRED
I have contradicted it, Uncle Featherstone.
FEATHERSTONE
Ah, but I want dockimentation. From Bulstrode the banker. Saying in black and white he knows nothing against you in this respect.link to note

[Page] 1/48

FRED
I couldn't go and beg Bulstrode for that. It's not a thing a gentleman should ask.
FEATHERSTONE
Ho, suit yourself then, young squire. There's plenty of others I can leave my money to. Ay, ay. Money's a good egg, and if you've money to leave behind you, lay it in a warm nest, I say. Eh? Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha.

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

FEATHERSTONE [when he's over his bout]
Ah, 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 for all that.
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! Oho! Is she now?

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

FRED
I brought you those books I promised Mary.link to note
MARY
Thank you.

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These two pages are missing in the Shooting Scriptlink to note. They contained the last two pages of Scene 1/25.


[Page] 1/51

1/26. EXT. STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (1235)

LYDGATE riding up to the house.


[Page] 1/52

This page is missing in the Shooting Scriptlink to note. It contained the first page of Scene 1/27.


[Page] 1/53

ROSAMOND
Middlemarch has not a very high standard, Uncle. I'm afraid we must be going now ... I promised Mamma - where is my whip - oh, there it is! ­

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.

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1/28. EXT. STONE COURT. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (1318)

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.link to note Did Mary say anything about me?link to note
ROSAMOND [not without some pleasure]
Yes, she said she was afraid you were very unsteady, and that if you asked her to marry you she'd refuse you.link to note
FRED
Oh. She might have waited till I did ask her. But she's right. I am unsteady. But I do love her, Rosie.
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
How would you know what men fall in love with? Girls never know.
[pause]
Did she really say that?
ROSAMOND
I always tell the truth, Fred.

[Page] 1/55

FRED
She's right. I am unsteady. But I do love her, Rosie.

He remembers another aspect of his predicament.

FRED [continued]
Oh, Lord, now I shall have to talk to Father and get him to butter up Uncle Bulstrode.link to note

[Page] 1/56

1/29. EXT. COTTAGE ON TIPTON ESTATE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (1415)

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 BAREFOOT CHILDREN playing. MONK goes romping in amongst them.link to note

DOROTHEA
Monk! Monk, come here sir, at once!

The dog comes back, wagging his tail, with the children.

DOROTHEA
What are you thinking of! I'm surprised at you! Wait here. Lie down.
[smiling at the kids]
Good afternoon. I've brought you some presents.link to note

They gawp at her shyly.

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

MRS. BARNACLE [curtseying]
Afternoon, Miss Brooke.
DOROTHEA
Good afternoon, Mrs. Barnacle ... how is your husband?
MRS. BARNACLE
Still bad, Miss Brooke.
DOROTHEA
May I come in?

[Page] 1/57

MRS. BARNACLE
Very honoured, Miss.

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


[Page] 1/58

1/30. INT. COTTAGE ON TIPTON ESTATE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (1422)

Inside it's dark, more light coming from the holes in the walls than through the one tiny window. More RAGGED CHILDREN inside. BARNACLE on a truckle bed in the one downstairs room.

DOROTHEA [softly]
Mr. Barnacle?

His breathing is bad. Wheezy. He turns to look at her.

Impulsively she falls on her knees by the bed and prays - briefly, silently, and intently.link to note

MRS. BARNACLE and the CHILDREN stand and watch her. Fat lot of good that's going to do, thinks MRS. BARNACLE to herself.


[Page] 1/59

1/31. EXT. COTTAGE ON TIPTON ESTATE. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 3 (1433)

DOROTHEA comes out with MRS. BARNACLE.

DOROTHEA
Try to get him to take a little of that jelly. That room smells very damp - I have spoken to Mr. Brooke about the roof, and I shall remind him again. And I shall send for our doctor as soon as I am home.link to note
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.

DOROTHEA
I am so sorry.

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1/32. EXT. TIPTON GROUNDS. WOODLAND. OCTOBER 1829.DAY 3 (1450)

DOROTHEA walking home, thinking less happy thoughts.

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

CHETTHAM
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?
CHETTHAM
A little Maltese gentleman.
DOROTHEA
Oh no - pardon me, but I cannot bear toy breeds - I should be terrified of treading on it - you know I'm very shortsighted.link to note
CHETTHAM
Well, well, no matter - here, John.

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

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

[Page] 1/61

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 is so mortifying to me that 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!
CHETTHAM [a bit alarmed]
You think that? Well, I'm ... very much of your opinion! Er, Lovegood was telling me you have made a plan for new cottages, he was full of praise for your ideas.link to note
DOROTHEA
I'm afraid they will come to nothing. My uncle won't consent to anything on the estate that costs him money. It is shaming.
CHETTHAM
Miss Brooke, I would like to consult your plans if I may. You see I am determined to build new cottages at Freshitt ...
DOROTHEA
Oh, yes! How very good of you! Nothing would make me happier, Sir James!

[Page] 1/62

1/33. TIPTON.BREAKFAST ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 4 (1013)link to note

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 ... folly and madness.

DOROTHEA and CELIA smile at each other.

BROOKE
course he's a rich man, and I daresay he can afford his follies, but he should consider the consequences to others, you know ... no man is an island, and so forth, and I daresay we shall all be out of pocket in the end. Well, so be it. I shall be going to Lowick today. I thought I might ask Casaubon to dine with us again ... would that be agreeable?link to note

CELIA sighs.

BROOKE
Well, hm, perhaps not. Yes, yes, 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.

[Page] 1/63

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

MRS KELL goes out with BROOKE's plate.

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.link to note

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! He comes here to see you, not me.
CELIA [calmly]
Anyone with eyes can see that Sir James 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 ... oh, how could he think that?
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.

[Page] 1/64

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
It is very painful. I must have no more to do with the cottages. Oh, Celia!
CELIA
Poor Dodo. It is hard ... I know it's your favourite fad to draw plans.
DOROTHEA
Favourite fad? Celia! D'you think I care about my fellow creatures' houses in that childish way? Oh, 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.link to note

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

[No Sc's 1/34 and 1/35 therefore no pages 1/165-66]


[Page] 1/67

1/36. EXT. TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 4 LATE AFTERNOON (1657)link to note

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

DOROTHEA
What news have you brought, Uncle?
BROOKE
News? News about what?
DOROTHEA
Why, about the sheep stealer. Were you not at the Assizes?link to note
BROOKE
Ah, yes. Poor Bunch. Well, it seems we can't get him off. He is to be hanged.

DOROTHEA's face. She feels it sharply.

BROOKE [continued]
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.

[Page] 1/68

1/37. INT. TIPTON. LIBRARY. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 4. LATE AFTERNOON (1703)

DOROTHEA is standing by the fire and BROOKE plonks himself down on a chair and stares in front of him. He has a delicate mission.link to note

BROOKE
I came back by Lowick, you know. I talked with Casaubon and saw his library, and that kind of thing. Won't you sit down, my dear?
DOROTHEA [smiling]
I am quite happy to stand, Uncle.
BROOKE
Yes, well, of course. If you wish. Good. Ah ... Casaubon, now. I've been talking with Casaubon about this and that, you know. He seems to have greatly enjoyed his visits to the Grange these last few weeks. Yes. Yes.
DOROTHEA
Yes, Uncle?
BROOKE
And well, he seems to have a high opinion of you my dear. A very high opinion. The fact is ...

DOROTHEA waits eagerly while he wonders how to put it.

BROOKE
The fact is, he has asked my permission to pay his addresses to you ... I told him you are very young, and so on ... I felt bound to tell him there was not much chance, you know. But there we are, I had to promise the poor fellow I would speak with you, so ah, there you have it.

[Page] 1/69

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?)

DOROTHEA
Thank you, Uncle. I am very grateful to Mr. Casaubon. If he makes me an offer, I shall accept him.
BROOKE
Ah! Well!

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

BROOKE
Well, yes. He is a good match in some respects. But Chettam, now, have you not thought of him? He is a very good match. Our land lies together, and
[in almost a confidential manner]
I believe my dear that Chettam too wishes to marry you. I mention it, you know. 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
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]
Well, there you are. One never knows. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like, now.
DOROTHEA
There is nothing that I like in him!

[Page] 1/70

BROOKE [baffled]
Oh. Well. But Casaubon, now. He's a good match in some ways ... a clever man, a scholar. I never got anything out of him - any ideas, you know. However he is a tip-top man and 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 are fond of your opinions, but a husband likes to be master, you know. I only mention these things to you, I mention them, you know.

He is trying very hard to be a wise councellor, 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 very near my own age. He should be above me in judgment and experience, and knowledge ... and I know I must expect trials. I 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, um, that being so, the fact is, I have a letter for you from Casaubon in my pocket here. Yes, here we are ...

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


[Page] 1/71

1/38. INT. TIPTON. DOROTHEA'S BEDROOM. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT 4 (2218)link to note

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]
My dear Miss Brooke ...link to note

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

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

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


[Page] 1/72

1/39. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. OCTOBER 1829. NIGHT 4 (2231)

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

CASAUBON [VO]
Had I not made your acquaintance I might well have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union.

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

CASAUBON [VO]
To be accepted by you as your husband my dear Miss Brooke I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. In return I can, at least, offer you an affection hitherto unwasted.

Pull away so that we're looking at the black silhouette in the window.

CASAUBON [VO]
I remain, yours with sincere devotion, Edward Casaubon.link to note

[NB: There are no script days 5 and 6]


[Page] 1/73

1/40. INT. TIPTON GIRLS' SITTING ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 7. (1720)

It's early evening but still light outside.

DOROTHEA sits at her desk working on her plans.

CELIA
Uncle tells me Mr. Casaubon has been asked to dine again. I hope there is someone else there; then I shan't hear him eating his soup.link to note
DOROTHEA
Celia, pray 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.
DOROTHEA
Celia! Please!

CELIA looks at her, startled.link to note

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

[Page] 1/75

"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!

DOROTHEA holds out her arms and the two sisters hug each other.

CELIA [muffled]
I beg your pardon if I said anything to hurt you.
DOROTHEA
Never mind, Kitty, don't grieve - we should never admire the same people.

Her own eyes are full of joyful certainty.link to note

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

[No Sc.1/41 : no page 1/75]


[Page] 1/76

1/42. EXT. TIPTON. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 7. (1804)

CASAUBON's carriage rattles up Tipton drive.link to note

Maybe he's got his best carriage out. Two black horses to do a high-action trot in perfect unison and in time with the throbbing music, the COACHMAN in black, and CASAUBON in profile in the coach with a rather frightening black hat on.link to note

COACHMAN gets down and opens the door.

CASAUBON gets out. Looks up at the windows.

We see CELIA's face, then it disappears.

Music continues over:


[Page] 1/77

1/43. INT. TIPTON. DOROTHEA'S BEDROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 7. (1806).

DOROTHEA looks up as CELIA comes into the doorway.

CELIA
He is here.

Music continues over:


[Page] 1/78

1/44. INT. TIPTON. HALL, STAIRS AND LANDING. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 7. (1808).

DOROTHEA comes along the landing and stands at the top of the stairs. She looks very lovely. Her view of the hall.

CASAUBON has just taken his hat off and is handing his greatcoat to one of the SERVANTS.

He looks up at her, stretches out his hand to her, and she runs down the stairs.link to note


[Page] 1/79

1/45. INT. TIPTON. DRAWING ROOM. OCTOBER 1829. DAY 7. DUSK (1816).

CASAUBON and DOROTHEA sit on some appropriate sofa or chaise-longue, gazing into each others eyes, one of her hands held between both of his.

CASAUBON
My dear young lady - Miss Brooke ­ Dorothea! Now, at last, my life - my experience of life as a man - is to become complete.
DOROTHEA [it's a whisper]
I hope I shall make you happy, sir.
CASAUBON
In some respects I am as young in experience as you are yourself, my dear. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand, but now I shall pluck them with eagerness, to place them in your bosom.link to note
DOROTHEA
Oh Edward, I have so many thoughts, and dreams, and questions - and now I shall be able to tell them all to you, and ask you all about them! But only when you're inclined to listen to me, I promise, when you are weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track.
CASAUBON
How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your dear companionship?
DOROTHEA
Oh, Edward.

[Page] 1/80

CASAUBON
Dorothea.
DOROTHEA
You have changed my life.

He draws her to him, and kisses her gently on the brow, and perhaps after this she lifts her face up so that he could kiss her mouth if he wanted to, but he doesn't, he gently clears his throat.


[Page] 1/81

1/46. EXT. FRESHITT. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 8. (1137).

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.link to note


[Page] 1/82-1/83

These two pages are missing in the Shooting Scriptlink to note. They contained the whole of Scene 1/47.


[Page] 1/84

1/48. EXT. OLD INFIRMARY. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 8 (1227)link to note

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


[Page] 1/85

1/49. INT. OLD INFIRMARY. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 8 (1227).

LYDGATE with a delirious MALE PATIENT.

The MAN'S WIFE watches anxiously. The MAN is tossing and muttering.

PATIENT link to note
The shuttle's broke, we can't hold her. I can't be expected. There. Gone again. Mr. Vincy must be told. I can't be expected. Ah, there, see. Do you see? It's broke again.link to note

LYDGATE straightens and speaks to the NURSE.

LYDGATE
About as I thought. Let him have iced water, as much as he likes, and nothing else. [to the WIFE]
He's holding his own.
WIFE
Is it the cholera, sir?link to note
LYDGATE
No, it's an acute fever, but it isn't cholera, I can assure you of that. Boil your drinking water at home as a precaution though - your children are all well?
WIFE
Yes, sir. Thank you sir.
LYDGATE
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.

[Page] 1/86

LYDGATE
But your man will be himself again long before then. That's my opinion.
WIFE
Thank you, sir.

[Page] 1/87

1/50. INT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 8 (1315).

BULSTRODE sits behind his big desk.

MAYOR VINCY on the other side.

VINCY
Well the long and short of it is, someone's told old Featherstone that Fred has been borrowing on the prospect of his inheritance, and Featherstone will have it that you must write him a letter saying it's not so, or he'll cut Fred out altogether. I don't like to ask favours of you, but I know you won't begrudge me this one.link to note
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 destined him for the Church and sent him to the University. Now you are reaping the consequences of your own folly and his.
VINCY
Well, as to that, there's no going back. It's good British feeling to try and raise your family a little. And it's a father's duty to give his son a chance in life. But if you want 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 to the acquisition of Featherstone's property.

[Page] 1/88

VINCY [angry now]
Well 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, wanting to play bishop and banker everywhere - that makes a man's name stink.link to note
BULSTRODE
I must remind you, Vincy, that it is not your own prudence or judgment that has enabled you to keep your place in the trade.
VINCY
Well, you like to be master, there's no denying that. You must be first chop in heaven. But you're my sister's husband, and we ought to stick together. If you won't put a stop to this rumour about Fred you might as well slander him yourself. You know as well as I do that he hasn't been raising money on his expectations from Featherstone or anyone else. I consider it unhandsome of you to refuse to write a letter, Brother Bulstrode. I consider it very unhandsome. Good day to you.

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1/51. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 9 (1130).

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

FRED sits anxiously by.

FEATHERSTONElink to note [reading]
"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" - bless my heart! Property? Accrue? Demise? Fine words for a speckilating man! Come from nowhere, that one, too - and he may come down any day when the Devil leaves off backing him, for all his religious cant. If God A'mighty wants to make a chap rich, he does it with corn and cattle, not with speckilation and usury, you tell your friend Bulstrode that next time you see him.
FRED
He's not my friend, Uncle.
FEATHERSTONE
I'm glad to hear it. 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? Reach that tin box from over there, boy.link to note

FRED does.

FEATHERSTONE
That's it.

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


[Page] 1/90

FEATHERSTONE
There now. And there ... and there ... and there ... and that's all. Well come on, show a bit of gratitude.
FRED
Thank you, sir. I am very much obliged to you.link to note

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

[No Sc.1/52 : no page 1/91]


[Page] 1/92

1/53. EXT. STONE COURT. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 9 (1145).

MARY GARTH outside hanging up some washing.link to note

FRED
Mary.
MARY [half rising]
Am I wanted inside?
FRED
No, I came to see you, Mary.

He sits down and smiles at her.

MARY
What's the matter?link to note
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 you see 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, the best fellow I know - has signed a bill of security for me making himself responsible for the whole sum. I was hoping Uncle's gift would clear it, and then I could start afresh with a clean slate. You see I confess everything to you.

[Page] 1/93

MARY
And that makes everything better?
FRED
No, no. No. I'm a selfish dog to talk of my troubles to you. 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've tried being a teacher, but I wasn't fit for that - my 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.link to note

MARY [after a pause]
My father says an idle man ought not to exist, much less be married.
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's disgracefully easy.

[Page] 1/94

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?
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!link to note

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

She turns away from him, then turns back.

MARY
Fred, you've always been so good to me. I don't want to hurt you. But please don't speak to me in that way again.

FRED's face. He does love her. He feels shattered. Gutted.

[No Sc.1/54-55 : no pages 1/95-6]


[Page] 1/97

1/56. EXT. LOWICK. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 10 (1035).link to note

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.link to note

CASAUBON
Welcome to my humble home.

[Page] 1/98

1/57. INT. LOWICK. HALL. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 10 (1046).link to note

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 at one time, Palladio and so forth ... all a bit dark and bare at present. It's a bachelor's house, of course, a bachelor's house.

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.

CASAUBON
This is my library. As you may well imagine, a great deal of my time is spent in here.

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1/58. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 10 (1048). link to note

Three whole walls full of books. The light dim as the curtains are drawn almost across.

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

CASAUBON draws back the drapes and a great shaft of sunlight falls on the books.

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
These are my notebooks. For my own work. The Key to All Mythologies.
DOROTHEA
May I?

He nods, benevolently.

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

DOROTHEA link to note
I have been thinking - couldn't I be preparing myself now to be more useful to you? Couldn't I learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you, as Milton's daughters did to their father?
CASAUBON [smiling]
If I remember rightly, the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet.

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DOROTHEA
Yes, but they must have been very wayward girls, or they would have been proud to minister to such a father. I should have been proud to have rendered such a service.

He looks at her benevolently. Such a pleasing young woman in every way.

She feels herself approved of. (I know there are other ways of playing it, but tender submission and the nearest they get to flirting would be nice here.)

DOROTHEA
I hope you don't expect me to be wayward and stupid, Edward?
CASAUBON
I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. Latin and Greek. Yes, certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy out the Greek characters, and to that end, yes, it would be very well to begin with a little reading.

She's very happy.


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This page is missing in the Shooting Scriptlink to note. It contained the whole of Scene 1/59.


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1/60. INT. LOWICK BOUDOIR. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 10 (1125)

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.

CASAUBONlink to note
This was my mother's room.
DOROTHEA
Oh, yes! And this is your mother, is it not? And this one opposite, Edward, who is this?
CASAUBON
Her elder sister.
CELIA
The sister is pretty.
DOROTHEA
It is a peculiar face. You never mentioned her to me, Edward.
CASAUBON [forbiddingly]
No. My aunt made ... an unfortunate marriage. I never saw her.link to note

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1/61. EXT. LOWICK. GROUNDS. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 10 (1151).

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.link to note

BROOKElink to note
Who's that youngster, Casaubon?
CASAUBON
He's a young relative of mine - the grandson, in fact, of the lady in the portrait, my Aunt Julia.

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

CASAUBON
Dorothea, let me introduce to you my cousin Mr. Ladislaw. Will, this is Miss Brooke.
DOROTHEA
How do you do, Mr. Ladislaw?
LADISLAW [there's something almost mocking there]
How do you do, Miss Brooke.
BROOKE
You are an artist, I see.

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


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LADISLAW
No, I only sketch a little. There is nothing fit to be seen there.
BROOKE
Oh, come, look, this is a nice bit, is it not?

He shows it to the others.

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

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

BROOKE [to DOROTHEA]
Look here, now: 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. I 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, one day, I hope, and I'll show you what I've done in this line.
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.link to note


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1/62. EXT. LOWICK. GROUNDS. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 10 (1210). 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? Will he be a painter? 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. I fear my young cousin is many things, but nothing in particular. To put it most generously, he has not yet found his vocation. His present purpose is to travel in Italy - to what end I do not know. Culture, he says. Well, I have agreed to support him for a year there: he asks no more. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom.
DOROTHEAlink to note [delighted with her lover]
That is very kind - that is noble of you Edward. For he may really have a vocation which is not plain to him yet, may he not? People often seem idle and weak because they are growing. We should be very patient with each other, I think.

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. NIGHT 11 (2030).

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

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


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This page is missing in the Shooting Scriptlink to note. It contained the first page of Scene 1/64.


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CHETTHAM
It'll be some whim of Brooke's, he means well enough.link to note
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.

STANDISH
A fine woman, Miss Brooke! An uncommonly fine woman, by God! What d'ye say, Bulstrode?

BULSTRODE merely inclines his head in a prim and disapproving way.

MR. CHICHELY leans across to take up STANDISH. CHICHELY is a redfaced bachelor with a Robert Robinson hairdo. We've seen him in the pub, and we'll meet him at Vincy's too.

CHICHELY
Very fine, but not my style, Mr. Standish. I like 'em blonde, with a certain gait, y'know, and a swan neck. Yes. Between ourselves, the mayor's daughter, young Rosamond Vincy is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or her sister. And that's Lydgate, is it, that we hear so much about?link to note

LYDGATE is talking to DOROTHEA now: she is earnest and animated.


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BULSTRODE
I, for my part, hail the advent of Mr. Lydgate. I think we shall do well to confide the new hospital to his management.
STANDISH
That's all very well if you like to try experiments on your patients, and kill a few people for charity. I like treatment that's been tested a little.

BULSTRODE moves off to speak to LYDGATE.

STANDISH turns away to VINCY.

STANDISH
A fair sized room for a party, what d'you say, Vincy? And Brooke keeps a very good table, you know.
VINCY
So he may, Mr. Standish, but I dare say we are just as well at home.

MRS. CADWALLADER leans in to half-whisper to LADY CHETTAM.

MRS. CADWALLADER
Now there's a couple would have made a handsome match, wouldn't you say?

Her view through to LYDGATE and DOROTHEA.

LADY CHETTHAM
And here is one that may, God willing.

Her son CHETTAM and CELIA.link to note


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1/65. INT. TIPTON. DINING ROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT 11 (2204). LATER.

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

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

BROOKElink to note
Friends! A few brief words on this happy occasion. We meet to celebrate the betrothal of my dear niece Dorothea and to my good and learned friend the Reverend Edward Casaubon, and to share in their happiness. Marriage, you know, is a joining, a union, a sort of closing up, you see, but in another sense it is a reaching out, a kind of exploration, if you like, just as friendship you know, that's another, David and Jonathan and so forth. Progress, now. That is going to happen whether we like it or not and that is why I am for it. Reform. In a general sense of course and all in moderationlink to note. 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 courselink to note. Mr. Bulstrode here, of the bank, a pleasure to welcome you to my table, sir, and Mayor Vincy, excellent. Yes. - And Doctor Lydgate, studied in Paris and so forth, all the new ideas for the new hospital as is only right and proper, you are very welcome here, sir. Progress, you see, progress and reform. Let it never be said that Brooke was not for progress and reform - in a spirit of temperance and moderation of course. Yes.

He sits down.


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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.

BROOKE
I quite forgot. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: 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 12 (1055).

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.link to note

CASAUBON
My thanks again, sir, for your most generous hospitality. A most delightful occasion in every way.
BROOKElink to note
Well, you know, Casaubon, I'm very fond of my nieces - fonder than I can say - I've done what I can for the girls since their poor parents died, as much as a bachelor can, you know, not easy. 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.

BROOKE
Well, well, there we are.

Not quite sure how to go on, but then he has a happy thought.

BROOKE
And now you shall have that happy task, Casaubon, so far as Dorothea is concerned.

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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
And I hear that you propose to extend your wedding journey next month as far as Rome.
CASAUBON
I think the weather will be mild enough. There are some manuscripts in the Vatican that will be particularly valuable for my research ... unless my bride should find so long a journey tiring or tedious.
DOROTHEA
I should find nothing tiring or tedious that gave you pleasure, Edward. And I have longed to see the famous paintings and sculptures in Rome.
CELIA
And "Edward" will be able to tell you about every single one, I'm sure.link to note

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

CELIA
This is a chilly wind.
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.link to note

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She's very hurt, all of a sudden.

DOROTHEA
More at liberty?
CASAUBON [not noticing]
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).]

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 referto 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.

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CASAUBON [settled now]
Well, my dear. If you say so. Drive on, coachman.

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

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1/68. INT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 12 (1120).link to note

BULSTRODE looks up as LYDGATE comes in.

BULSTRODE
Good morning, Mr. Lydgate.
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 in the new hospital.
LYDGATElink to note
Is that all?
BULSTRODE
Mr. Lydgate. I consider it a matter of supreme importance that the spiritual cure of the patients should 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. I'm a medical man. I have no opinion about these things.

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

BULSTRODE
Then I earnestly advise you to form one, Mr. Lydgate. A great deal may depend on it.link to note

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1/69. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT 12 (2145).

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

At the far end, FRED is tinkling away at the piano, nearer the middle FAREBROTHER and some men are playing whist.

We can see LYDGATE doing his courteous listening bit with MRS. VINCY, on the fringes of the following.link to note

There are a lot of things to watch - for example ROSAMOND keeps her eye on LYDGATE all the time - just now she'll be anxious that he finds her mother vulgar and boring.

CHICHELYlink to note
Tyke? Tyke? Oh, not for me, sir. His sermons are nothing but doctrine. You get none of that cant with 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.

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 - I think these medical gentlemen must consult which sort of black draught they'll prescribe, eh, Lydgate?

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LYDGATElink to note
I know very little of the case. But I don't think these appointments should be on the basis of personal liking. If you want to get a real reform, sometimes the only way is to pension off all those good fellows everybody's fond of.
CHICHELY
Hang your reforms! There's no greater hambug in the world. You never hear of a reform, but it means some trick to put in new men. What's wrong with good fellows? Not enough of them about, I'd say.
LYDGATElink to note [smiling]
Well, there we can agree.

LYDGATE joins FAREBROTHER near the whist table.

FAREBROTHERlink to note
Lydgate! I'd thought you might be avoiding me - having decided to vote against me.
LYDGATE
I've not yet decided on my vote, and in any case I should never cut you. I sometimes feel I shall starve in this town for want of intelligent conversation.
FAREBROTHER [smiling]
Still, first things first. Here is the serious business of the evening - come and sit down to a game of whist, man.
LYDGATE [smiling]
Thank you, no.
FAREBROTHER
Not play? Ah, you see, you are not the serious man I took you for, you are too young and light for this sort of thing. Now. What's trumps?

FAREBROTHER looks up at LYDGATE and give him a little smile.


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And here is ROSAMOND, looking as lovely as ever. He's pleased to see her.

LYDGATE
Miss Vincy.
ROSAMONDlink to note
Dr. Lydgate. I fear you must find us very dull in Middlemarch. When I imagine how we must seem, looked at through your eyes, I think we must seem very stupid. You have lived in Paris: I have only once been even to London. Just a raw country girl, you see.
LYDGATE
Do 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, 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; 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.

A shout and laughter from over at the card table.


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CHICHELY
Will you look at that, Farebrother's won again!

LYDGATE looks across to see FAREBROTHER picking up his winnings. Their eyes meet again. It bothers LYDGATE. He wishes FAREBROTHER weren't a part-time professional card-sharp.link to note

[No Sc.1/70 : no page 1/121]


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1/71. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. TOWN BRIDGE. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT 12 (2248).

LYDGATE walks across the bridge and stops to look at the sky or the water, and reflect for a few moments. Then: come on LYDGATE, none of that, mate, you've got to get on with your life! And he strides home.link to note


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1/72. INT. LYDGATE'S LODGINGS. NOVEMBER 1829. NIGHT 12 (2305).

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.link to note


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1/73. EXT. OLD INFIRMARY. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 13 (1150).link to note

BROOKE arrives outside, gets down from his carriage and goes inside.


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1/74. INT. HOSPITAL BOARDROOM. NOVEMBER 1829. DAY 13 (1157).link to note

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

MR. HAWLEY, the town clerk, is a horsey looking man who actually carries a whip.

MR HAWLEY
Well, I go for Farebrother. Put forty pounds in his pocket and you'll do no harm. He's a good fellow, without too much of the parson about him!
MR. 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.
HAWLEY
Vote against Bulstrode, I suppose you mean sir, it's all the same to you I dare say.
MR. POWDERELL [offended]
I beg your pardon, sir!
BROOKE
A very good afternoon, gentlemen! Am I the last? link to note
WRENCH
No, no, Mr. Brooke, our chairman Mr. Bulstrode is not here yet.

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MINCHINlink to note [snide]
Nor his protege the uniquely talented Dr. Lydgate.
HAWLEY
I say it's damnable that one man should have the 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.

BULSTRODE [softly]
Gentlemen, as the Board of Directors of the hospital we meet today to appoint a chaplain. The issue is between Mr. Farebrother and Mr. Tyke. I believe the qualities of each candidate are well known to us all by now, but if any of you wishes to speak ... ?
BROOKE
Well, Farebrother and Tyke, now, you know, both excellent men in their way, and a chaplain with a salary, well, I am convinced by my friends that Mr. Tyke is everything he should be, apostolic and so on, you know, so I am sure we are all very happy to come here and vote for him.
HAWLEY
Seems to me you've been crammed, Mr. Brooke, sir! What about Farebrother? He has been doing the work without pay, and if pay is given it should be given to him. I call it a confounded job to take the thing away from him.
BROOKE
Well, Farebrother, now, er ...
BULSTRODE
Excuse me, Mr. Hawley, Mr. Brooke has been fully informed of Mr. Farebrother's character.

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HAWLEY
Yes, by his enemies!
POWDERELL
I trust 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.
HAWLEY [angrily]
Aye, why not?
BULSTRODE
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.

LYDGATE comes in as BULSTRODE is counting the votes.link to note

BULSTRODE
I perceive that the votes are equally divided at present. Dr. Lydgate: would you be good enough to write down your vote?
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.

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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, sir. But I shall not desist from voting with him on that account.

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

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

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.link to note


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1/75. EXT. ROME. ROOFTOPS OVER FORUM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1158).link to note

A panorama of Rome taken from the rooftops overlooking the Forum.link to note


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1/76. EXT. ROME. APARTMENT AND SQUARE. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1200).link to note

Bells, lots of them, the distant ones discordant, as CASAUBON and DOROTHEA exit their apartment and cross a square. We're close in on them, in profile.

It's winter ... CASAUBON in his big hat and huge black coat looks more like death than ever; DOROTHEA looks beautiful but sad. They are together but not communicating.

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


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1/77. EXT. ROME. A NARROW ALLEY. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1202).

Very narrow, and rather noxious, and there are three ragged LITTLE BOYS, one of them pissing openly in the middle of the alley as DOROTHEA and CASAUBON come down it rather unsurely. DOROTHEA thinks she knows the way ... CASAUBON stoically suffering, hating every moment of it.

HORRIBLE LEWD MEN are hissing at DOROTHEA from doorways.

DIRTY LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS
Hai. Hai. Signorina. Bella ragazza bella gamba. Sss. Sss.

She bravely goes on, ignoring them.

The LITTLE BOYS see them and run towards them, begging. A couple of even dirtier LITTLE GIRLS run up too.

DIRTY LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS
Signor, per favore, Signorina, per favore ...

They are clutching at their sleeves.

CASAUBON turns his terrible gaze on a little boy who shrinks back.

DOROTHEA gives a couple of coins.

They go on down the alley but the kids are still following, and more men are hissing, 'bella ragazza, bella, ss ss, Signorina, per favore', and more KIDS seem to be joining in, it's a bit of a game really for them, but very threatening for CASAUBON and DOROTHEA because these kids are very physical, grabbing them, pulling at their clothes, trying to hold their hands ...

DOROTHEA
No, no, basta, per favore ...

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But we're not in Warwickshire now, and her gentle tones have no effect, and CASAUBON is no help, he seems to have frozen up, and then a WOMAN with a broom comes out of a doorway, sees what's happening and tells the KIDS to pack it in or else ...

WOMAN
[a stream of Roman dialect)

The KIDS desist and draw back to gawp shyly.

DOROTHEA [heartfelt]
Molta grazie, Signora.
WOMAN
Prego, Signorina.

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1/78. EXT. ROME. RUINS NEAR FORUM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1225).link to note

DOROTHEA looks up at CASAUBON, ready to have a little laugh now about their adventure, but he has put a wall of glass between himself and this dreadful dirty world.

A little dashed, she turns away, and then takes in the splendour of the ruins.

DOROTHEA
Oh, Edward, it's wonderful!

She's thrilled. He just looks.


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1/79. EXT. ROME CHURCH. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1340).

Silent except for the echoing acoustic, soft brushing footsteps, distant bells.

DOROTHEA exits a beautiful church. CASAUBON waits stoically.

She turns to him, smiling ... he barely manages a twitch of the lips.

DOROTHEAlink to note [inspired]
It's not as I would have - but I think I liked it, it was so very ... calm. And
[smiling]
the Christ-child was so very like a real baby!

A bit of biology operating there, not just art-appreciation. The happy baby, the young woman holding him, the young woman looking at the picture.

DOROTHEA [rather timidly]
Do you like it, Edward?
CASAUBON
It is not held to be amongst the artist's finest work.
He offers his arm.link to note
DOROTHEA
Edward, you are tired. Shall we go back now?
CASAUBON
My dear, I have set this afternoon aside for your diversion. My fatigue is neither here nor there. I thought you might wish to see the Campidoglio.

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DOROTHEA
Yes, oh yes, but only if you care about it. Do you want to see it, Edward?
CASAUBON
It is highly esteemed, I believe, by the cognoscenti.

Oh, God. They're both having such an awful time. But neither feels able to break through.


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1/80. EXT. ROME. MUSEUM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1435).

CASAUBON and DOROTHEA walk silently up the steps of the museum.


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1/81. EXT. ROME. COLONNADE BY MUSEUM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1443).

CASAUBON and DOROTHEA walk along the Colonnade.link to note

DOROTHEA gazes around.

DOROTHEA
It looks very old. Do you know the history of this museum, Edward?
CASAUBON
The Campidoglio is believed to be the oldest museum in the world.

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link to note1/82. INT. ROME. ENTRANCE TO MUSEUM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1450).

CASAUBON and DOROTHEA walk past a sculpture of Jupiter.

DOROTHEA's brief and slightly awed glance; CASAUBON oblivious to it.


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1/83. INT. ROME. MUSEUM STAIRS. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1455).

DOROTHEA and CASAUBON walk past a statue of a naked Apollo playing a harp, and stop in front of a statue of Cupid and Psyche.

CASAUBON
It is a highly esteemed piece of art.
DOROTHEA
But do you care about it Edward?link to note
CASAUBON
It represents the fable of Cupid and Psyche, which is probably the romantic invention of a literary period, and cannot be reckoned as a genuine mythical product.

A miserable DOROTHEA walks on.


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1/84. INT. ROME. MUSEUM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 14 (1518).

DOROTHEA and CASAUBON stand miserably in front of some masterpiece.

CASAUBON has a discreet look at his pocket watch and she catches him at it.

DOROTHEA
Perhaps we have seen enough for one day. Shall we go?link to note
CASAUBON
It occurs to me that we are very near the Capitoline Library. Perhaps you would allow me a half hour to consult the documents there?

His eagerness to get away is most distressing.

DOROTHEA
Yes, do, do, why did you not say so before?
CASAUBON
Thank you, my dear.

As CASAUBON walks out, we see NAUMANN, a young German painter, Bohemian Romantic type, watching them.

We might see CASAUBON toddling off to the library, but the main thing is to get DOROTHEA on her own, very sad and very lovely, with a nice view behind her, looking like an ideal subject for a Romantic painting.

And perhaps hear the beginning of NAUMANN's words over that image:link to note

NAUMANN
What about that one? Beautiful! God, I would like to paint her as a nun!

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NAUMANN is with LADISLAW. At first all we see is the back of his head, his long curly hair.

Then he turns, and sees DOROTHEA.link to note

LADISLAW
Good God.
NAUMANN
You know her?
LADISLAW
She's my cousin. By marriage.
NAUMANN
She's married? But I saw her with some old Geistlicher. Who was that? Her father? Her uncle?
LADISLAW
That's the husband.
NAUMANN
Death and the Maiden! What a picture.

LADISLAW is clearly disturbed by seeing DOROTHEA again. And she has more effect on him this time. Her beautiful sad face. He realises that she is the one for him, but he can never have her ­ she's locked in Casaubon's icy grip. Death and the Maiden indeed. "Horrible!" as Chettam would say.

NAUMANN
Get her for me, Ladislaw. I must paint her.
LADISLAW [still looking at DOROTHEAlink to note]
Certainly not. I'll do nothing of the kind.link to note

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1/85. INT. ROME. CASAUBON APARTMENT. JANUARY 1830. NIGHT 14 (2215).link to note

They have a suite of rooms, but the room in which DOROTHEA is preparing herself for bed is not a proper bathroom but a dressing room with a big bowl and jug.

The door is ajar. Through it we can see the huge bedroom, very plain, the huge bed looming, white walls and heavy dark wood.

DOROTHEA looks into the looking glass. She's going to bed with her dear husband on their honeymoon - why should she feel like sighing, or weeping? But she does, she does. It has been a sad disappointment for both of them. She looks very lovely in her simple white nightdress.

She blows out the candle and goes through into the bedroom.

There's a fire on and CASAUBON is sitting in a chair sort of crouching over it.

As she comes in, he turns, and his face seems full of dread.link to note

DOROTHEA
Edward?
CASAUBON
I am very tired.

A little attempt at his wintry smile. She's too much for him. He fears her youth, her energy, her intelligence, and her sexuality.

DOROTHEA [softly]
What is it, my love? You know I would do anything to make you happy.

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CASAUBON [he's so tight and stressed]
I am perfectly happy, my dear. I am simply very tired. That is all.
DOROTHEA [miserably]
Yes. Yes. Yes, of course.

It's as if they're both stuck now, in this awkward pose, unable to comfort each other, like a subject for Picasso's Blue Period.


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1/86. INT. ROME. CASAUBON BEDROOM. JANUARY 1830. NIGHT 14 (1150). LATER.link to note

CASAUBON in bed, sleeping like a corpse.

DOROTHEA awake, lying by him. She would love to comfort him; she would like him to love and comfort her.

She touches him tentatively. Even in his sleep, he turns away from her.

She slips out of bed and goes to the window.

She turns and looks back at CASAUBON. The notebooks on the table. She opens one of them.

Even in the moonlight we can see the crossings out, the overwritings. Chaos.

Somewhere not far off a deep bell starts to toll.link to note


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1/87. INT. ROME. CASAUBON APARTMENT. JANUARY 1830. DAY 15 (0930).

Morning. Remains of a breakfast.

DOROTHEA sits opposite CASAUBON looking at him.

He's rifling through one of his leather-bound notebooks, making little grunts. A thought strikes him - he needs to consult another notebook.

He gets up. We see the whole row of them, about twenty.

He takes another one back to the table and bends over it. He's in a world of his own, excluding her.

She's starting to get the first inklings that the whole thing might have been a terrible mistake.

DOROTHEA
Shall you go to the Vatican Library again today, Edward?
CASAUBON
What? Yes, yes ...

He thinks of something else. Riffling through the notebooks.

DOROTHEA [hesitant]
I hope you're thoroughly satisfied with our stay - I mean, so far as your studies are concerned.
CASAUBON [still not looking up]
Yes ...

(That "with that peculiar pitch of voice which makes the word half a negative"). Now I think he does look up, but probably not at her.


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CASAUBON
I have been led farther than I had foreseen, and ... various subjects for annotation have presented themselves ... which I found that I ... could not pretermit ... although I have no direct need of them ...

He's in an awful tangled almost dream-world of half­ baked theory, not really able to attend fully to what he's saying in the real world.

DOROTHEA
Edward?

Now he does give her his attention, even tries to be nice.

CASAUBON
The task has been a somewhat laborious one, but your society has happily prevented me from that too continuous mental labour which has been the snare of my solitary life.

He even manages one of his smiles. But he's already burrowing back into his notebooks.

DOROTHEA
I am very glad that my presence has made any difference to you. I hope when we get back to Lowick I shall be more useful.
CASAUBON [absently]
Doubtless, my dear.

Then, more energetically, but entirely to himself:link to note

CASAUBON
Carp is wilfully, irresponsibly mistaken on the Etruscan fish deities and the world shall know it ...

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We should begin to sense that he has lost his way: he's almost frightened that he's been led further than he can cope with - he's taking comfort from his petty feud with Carp, and talking to himself because he's frightened of Dorothea.

DOROTHEA
Shall the world know it soon, Edward?
CASAUBON
What?
DOROTHEA
All your notes - all these rows of volumes ­ surely it's time now to do what you used to speak of: to write your book and make your great knowledge useful to the world! I will do anything - write to your dictation, or copy and extract what you tell me - but surely, Edward it is time now to expose your great theory to the judgment of your fellow scholars! How eagerly they must be awaiting it! And I am eager, too, to help you, and to share in your labours ... Edward?

Important that there's no hint of sarcasm - she is impatient for him to get on with it and doesn't realise how threatening her enthusiasm is to him.

She can't understand why he looks so hunted and angry; why he turns on her like a cornered animal. It's not so much what he says, it's the way he says it:

CASAUBONlink to note
My love: you may rely upon me to know the times and the seasons adapted to the different stages of a work which is not to be measured by the ... facile conjectures of ignorant onlookers.

He's telling her she's shallow, ignorant, a jeering spectator of his lonely endeavours. And underneath he's screaming to be left alone.

DOROTHEA is hurt and indignant:


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DOROTHEAlink to note
My judgment was a superficial one, but what else could it be?
CASAUBON
What else indeed? It is ever the trial of the scrupulous explorer to be saluted with the impatient scorn of chatterers.

What a mean-minded thing to say. He probably can't bring himself to look at her as he says it.

DOROTHEA is hurt, but she's angry too, indignant, feels herself in the right, strong in her conviction of rightness. She speaks with such force that he might wince away from her:

DOROTHEA
How can you think that of me? How have I offended you? You have shown me these rows of notebooks. You have often spoken of them. You have often said that they wanted digesting. 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!

She gets up and moves away from the table and stares out of the window seeing nothing, very near crying, but still surging, the adrenalin pulsing through her body.

CASAUBON picks up a letter and pretends to re-read it. His hands are shaking.

Somewhere a bell is bonging.link to note

[END OF EPISODE ONE]


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THE SENDING OF THIS SCRIPT DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AN OFFER OF ANY PART IN IT.

REVISED ISSUE 3 - 16.02.93

MIDDLEMARCHlink to note

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 2

PRODUCER ··· LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producer ... ALISON GEE
Script Editor ··· SUSIE CHAPMAN
Producer's Secretary ··· LUCY HOARE

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ··· SAM BRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
Continuity ··· JANE GRIFFITHS
P.A. ··· UNA SAPLAMIDES
Finance Assistant ··· IAN BOALER
Second Assistant Director ... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ··· ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD

LIGHTING CAMERAMAN ... BRIAN TUFANO
Camera Assistant ··· IAN JACKSON
Clapper Loader ... JULIAN BUCKNALL
SOUND RECORDIST ... DICK BOULTER
Sound Assistant ··· TIM BOISSAUD-COOKE
Grip ... ROY RUSSELL
LIGHTING GAFFER ... ALAN MUHLEY
Best Boy ... TERRY MONTAGUE
FILM EDITOR ... JERRY LEON
FILM EDITOR ... PAUL TOTHILL

DESIGNER ... GERRY SCOTT
Art Director ... JOHN COLLINS
Art Director ... MARK KEBBY
Buyer ... SARA RICHARDSON
Set Dresser ··· MARJ PRATT
Construction Manager ... BARRY MOLL
Design Op. Supervisor ... VIC YOUNG
Prop Master ··· BOB ELTON
Prod. Op. ... MARK BEVAN
Prod. Op. ··· DANNY EUSTON
Prod. Op· ··· JOE MALONE

CONTINUED


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COSTUME DESIGNER ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Costume Assistant ... THERESA HUGHES
Costume Assistant ... SALLY PLUMB
Dresser ... SUE BURROWS
Dresser ... RUSSELL BARNETT
MAKE-UP DESIGNER ... DEANNE TURNER
Make-Up Assistant ... JUDITH GILL-DOUGHERTY
Make-Up Assistant ... JANE BURSTOW
Make-Up Assistant ... PHILLIPPA HALL
VISUAL EFFECTS DESIGNER ... STUART BRISDON

CASTING DIRECTOR ... GAIL STEVENS
Assistant ... ANDY PRYOR

Artists Booker ... MAGGIE ANSON

Researcher ... JUNE AVERIL


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JANUARY 1830:

2/1. EXT. NEW HOSPITAL. DAY 15 (1100).link to notelink to note

A ceremonial gathering of Middlemarch worthies.link to note

MR. VINCY in full mayoral gear. 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, MINCHIN, 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 Mr. Lydgate, who has volunteered his gratis in the furtherance of public health and the advance of medical science ...
BROOKE
Hear, hear, excellent, good, yes ...

A little spurt of clapping. All eyes on LYDGATE, who bears it well. A little knot of other doctors go humph, but ROSAMOND thinks 'my hero!'.link to note

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

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TYKE, who looks a bit of a 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.link to note
VINCY
These are stirring times my friends, change is in the air, and I for one am proud to see our town so far advanced in reforms that will make life better for us all. And now ...
BROOKE
Yes, well said, Vincy, progress and reform, excellent, advance of science and so on, in moderation though you know, in moderation, oh, I beg your pardon ...link to note

VINCY was about to invite LADY MEDLICOTE to unveil the engraved foundation stone, BROOKE has sort of blundered into the way and now backs off into TWO OTHER PEOPLE.

MEDLICOTE glares. BULSTRODE looks furious. LYDGATE is amused.

BROOKE
Lady Medlicote?

LADY MEDLICOTE makes her gracious way, pulls the golden cord, and unveils the stone. Everyone claps, and people start moving.

BROOKE bags LYDGATE.

BROOKE [LYDGATE]
Excellent, excellent, a fine thing for the town and for the county too.
LYDGATE
I think so.

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BROOKE
Now this is just the sort of thing my niece Dorothea - Mrs. Casaubon you know - just the sort of thing she wants to see everywhere - yes! She's in Rome at present - wedding journey - well, well ...
BULSTRODE
Mr. Lydgate, would you step this way a moment?

LYDGATE turns. BULSTRODE is exercising his power. LYDGATE doesn't like it much, but duty calls.

BROOKE finds himself ruminating to nobody in particular:

BROOKE
Still, I daresay it'll all turn out for the best.link to note

And start to hear clanging bells just before we go to:


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2/2. EXT. ROME. SQUARE. JANUARY 1830. DAY 15 (1120).link to note

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

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

LADISLAW stands up and closes his sketch book.


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2/3. INT. ROME. CASAUBON'S BEDROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 15 (1125).link to note

DOROTHEA is lying sobbing on the bed. We hear the apartment door close.

DOROTHEA sits up and wipes her eyes.

The maid, TANTRIPP, comes in with a card.

DOROTHEA
Yes, Tantripp?
TANTRIPP [giving her the card]
If you please, ma'am, there's a gentleman waiting in the lobby.

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2/4. INT. ROME. CASAUBON'S SITTING ROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 15 (1134).link to note

DOROTHEA and LADISLAW. Both sitting.

I think we might start with a silence. He fancies her even more than when he first saw her, and is intrigued to see she's been crying. She has no idea of his feelings. She is pleased to see him, think it's nice of him to call.

LADISLAW
Forgive me - perhaps I should not stay ­ but I was anxious to pay my respects as soon as possible. How long have you been in Italy?
DOROTHEA
Nearly six weeks. Mr. Casaubon will be so pleased. If you had called a little earlier you would have seen him. He goes to the Vatican library nearly every day.

Another pause.

LADISLAW
And stays there all day?
DOROTHEA
Yes, usually.
LADISLAW
He is a very ... dedicated scholar.
DOROTHEA [quite straight]
Yes, he is.

LADISLAW can't help smiling.

DOROTHEA
Something amuses you?

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LADISLAW
Ah ... 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
Your sketch? No, surely not. I know nothing of painting, truly.
LADISLAW
Really? I suspected you of knowing so much that you knew how to say just what was most cutting.
DOROTHEA
Oh, no! 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? Mr. Casaubon will like to hear that you have chosen a profession.
LADISLAW
On the contrary. I've quite made up my mind against it. I have no genius for painting, and I should never succeed in anything by dint of drudgery. If things don't come easily to me I never get them.

He's very direct and informal with her, in his glances, looks her in the eye ... she's a bit disturbed by this and shocked by his hippyish attitude to life.


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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.

He doesn't like this lovely girl talking to him as if he were a schoolboy: he wants her to see him as a Romantic artist, and her husband as a dull old stick in comparison. But he's let his contempt for Casaubon show too much.

DOROTHEA [slightly miffed]
Certainly you differ. I didn't think of comparing you. I know my husband has quite exceptional powers of perseverance in his studies.

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

LADISLAW
Quite. And such a pity they should be thrown away, as so much English scholarship is, for want of knowing what's being done by the rest of the world.
DOROTHEA [startled and anxious]
What? What do you mean?
LADISLAW
I merely mean that the Germans have taken the lead in historical inquiries; they've solved most of the problems that have bedevilled English scholars for years. Streichmann, Unterbecker, Kott ... If Mr. Casaubon read German he could have saved himself a deal of trouble.

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.


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DOROTHEA
Oh, no! Are you quite, quite sure?
LADISLAW [more "caringly"]
I regret it especially, of course, because of my feelings of gratitude and respect towards my cousin.

He needn't have bothered. DOROTHEA's thoughts are entirely with CASAUBON and her inability to help him.

DOROTHEA
Oh, how I wish I had learnt German when I was at Lausanne! Then I could have been of use! Oh, poor, poor Edward!link to note

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2/5. INT. ROME. VATICAN LIBRARY. JANUARY 1830. DAY. 15 (l222).

A vast library with many scholars, (many of them priests) a lot of long beards about, huge old volumes, an echoing acoustic, lots of whispers and whiskers ...link to note

CASAUBON marooned there amongst piles of dusty old tomes, feverishly annotating. We see his notebook full of crossings out and writing in red and black ink, like a scholar's nightmare. Then we start bearing whispers in Latin and Hebrew and English and contemptuous German - not clear, overlapping, defying sense and pattern, and the paper blurs, and he claps his hands over his ears and hunches over his desk with his hands over his head as if protecting himself from a rain of blows.link to note


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2/6. INT. ROME. CASAUBON'S SITTING ROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 15 (1230).

DOROTHEA stands at the window looking down at the square.

LADISLAW walking away towards the far corner. He looks very young and lively and full of the joy of life. She likes him. It must be nice to feel so free, she thinks. She feels much older than him.

He turns, sees her at the window, and raises his broad­ brimmed hat flamboyantly.

She smiles, and turns from the window.


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2/7. EXT. ROME. SQUARE. JANUARY 1830. DAY 15 (1231).

Now we're down in the square with LADISLAW.

He passes some KIDS who are playing with a ball. He leaps in amongst them, joins in for five seconds, tosses it back and goes on round the corner out of sight.


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2/8. INT. ROME. CASAUBON'S SITTING ROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 15. DUSK (1635).
CASAUBON
You received him in my absence?
DOROTHEA
For your sake, Edward ... he wanted to pay his respects and express his gratitude to you. 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 offered to escort us to the studios of some of the religious painters here.
CASAUBON
And you wish to go, no doubt.
DOROTHEA
Only if you do - oh, Edward, I have been so unhappy. Please forgive me for speaking so hastily this morning. I fear I hurt you and made the day more burdensome.

I think she would move to him impulsively somewhere in that speech, and that be would suffer her touch uneasily.

CASAUBON
I am glad that you feel that, my dear.
DOROTHEA
But you do forgive me?

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Her eyes are full of tears.

CASAUBON
My dear Dorothea: who with repentance is not satisfied, is not of heaven nor earth.

His uneasy little smile, he's terrified of intimacy.

CASAUBON
I think it is time for us to dress.

It's so much less than she hoped for, it's all she can do not to sob her heart out for the second time in a day.


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2/9. INT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. JANUARY 1810. DAY 16 (1050).link to note

NAUMANN is a successful painter. It's a big studio with a tall window with the coveted north light.

He is working on more than one unfinished painting, and finished ones are hanging all over the place. Large scale stuff ... a bit like Delacroix or Gericault I'd guess, Romantic, symbolic, full of heroic figures.

DOROTHEA is spellbound. CASAUBON looks a bit cold and forbidding as he always does when he's unsure of himself, but NAUMANN has been well coached:

NAUMANN
Mr. Casaubon, you do me great honour. I have long admired your formidable scholastic powers. Indeed I think I may say that all Europe awaits your great work on mythology in fear and trembling. I am proud to welcome you - and Mrs. Casaubon, of course.

He does it just right, including DOROTHEA almost as an afterthought. CASAUBON's froideur melts, and DOROTHEA is delighted for him. She also suspects nothing.

CASAUBON
You are very kind, sir.
NAUMANN
Oh, no, sir, it is you - my young friend Ladislaw thinks you will pardon me if I say that a sketch of your head would be invaluable to me for St. Thomas Aquinas in the canvas there? Perhaps it is too much to ask? - but we so seldom see just what we need - the idealistic in the actual, in this case.

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CASAUBON
You astonish me greatly, sir. If my poor physiognomy can be of any use to you, I should be honoured ... that is to say if the operation will not be a lengthy one - and if Mrs. Casaubon will not object to the delay?

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

DOROTHEA
St. Thomas Aquinas! Yes, what a happy thought! Do let Mr. Naumann sketch you, Edward. I shall be happy to wait - this studio seems such a calm serene haven in the noise and bustle of Rome!
NAUMANN
Excellent! Then we shall all be satisfied!

He catches the eye of LADISLAW, who has arranged all this to his own satisfaction.


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2/10. INT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. JANUARY 1830. DAY 16 (1410) LATER.

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

DOROTHEA and LADlSLAW are nearer the window, talking quietly.

NAUMANN
To paint the very soul, yes. To express it in line, and forn, and colour ... a man could lose his own soul in the pursuit of it ... but there are happy days like this one thanks to you, sir.

Move on to CASAUBON's face in that, so flattered he feels better than he has done for days.


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2/11. INT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. BALCONY. JANUARY 1830. DAY 16 (1415).

Now we're with DOROTHEA and LADISLAW.

He speaks to her very intimately and directly, but sympathetically, and she responds. It's the kind of talk she wishes she could have with CASAUBON.

LADISLAW
You don't really care very much about paintings, do you? How is that? I should have expected you to be very sensitive to the beautiful everywhere.
DOROTHEA
I am, in a way. I should like to make life beautiful. I mean everyone's life. It spoils my enjoyment ofanything to think that people should be shut out from it.
LADISLAW
But the best piety is to enjoy, when you can. Poetry, landscape, music ... and enjoyment radiates!

LADISLAW's does.

LADISLAW
It's no use to try and take care of all the world ... don't you see that we cannot care for the world unless we allow ourselves to feel delight in it! I'm beginning to suspect you have some false belief in the virtues of misery. and want to make your life a martyrdom.
DOROTHEA
Indeed, you mistake me. I am not melancholy by nature. I am never unhappy long together, truly.

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Her frank innocent gaze, straight into his eyes. He can't bear it.

LADISLAW
But now you will go and be shut up in that stone prison at Lowick. You will be buried alive. It makes me savage to think about it! I am sorry. I speak too strongly for you.
DOROTHEA [she likes him, and puts the sweetest interpretation on his words]
No - it's good of you to be anxious about me. You were unhappy at Lowick, you wanted another kind of life. But Lowick is my chosen home.

She says that last sentence as if she's telling him she is determined to be a Bride of Christ.

LADISLAW
May I - may I come and visit you there? I have determined you see to leave Italy and forge my own career in England.
DOROTHEA
Why of course! We shall be very happy to see you!
[more "pause"]
I wanted to ask you again about something you said the other day ... I mean about the necessity of knowing German for the subjects Mr. Casaubon is engaged in. Surely, with his learning, be must have before him the same material as the German scholars, has he not?
LADISLAW
Not exactly - you see he's not an Orientalist.
DOROTHEA
But have there not been very valuable books about antiquities, written a long while ago, by scholars who knew nothing of these modern things? Why should my husband's not be valuable, like theirs?

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LADISLAW
Unfortunately, the subject be has chosen is changing as rapidly as chemistry. 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 bas moved on.
DOROTHEA
How can you bear to speak so lightly? If it were as you say, what could be sadder than such ardent labour all in vain?
LADISLAW
I have made you angry.
DOROTHEA
Oh, no! I like you very much. But promise me you won't speak on that subject to anyone again - I mean, about Mr. Casaubon's writings, and ... what you have just said. I know it was I who led to it.
LADISLAW
I promise.

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2/12. INT. ROME. NAUMANN'S STUDIO. JANUARY 1830. DAY 16 (1450).

Now we're back in the studio, looking over NAUMANN's shoulders.

CASAUBON is still posing, but NAUMANN is sketching DOROTHEA. He's got her eager gaze and upturned eyes very well, and he's taken the liberty of giving her bare shoulders.

NAUMANNlink to note
Perfect.link to note

[No Sc's. 2/13-2/l6 therefore no pages 2/22-2/27a]


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2/17. INT. STABLE YARD. JANUARY 1830. DAY 17 (1038).

It's a very rundown stable yard, noxious rubbish with rats along one of the walls.

JOHNSON, 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.

BAMBRIDGE looks anxiously outside:

BAMBRIDGE
Quickly!

The young man gets the horse under control just as FRED enters the stable leading his horse.

BAMBRIDGE
So that's Diamond. Well, I'm very disappointed. What d'ye say, Mr Horrock?

HORROCK puts his head on one side, straightens, tips his hat a little lower. It definitely means something, but what?

BAMBRIDGE [continues]
Wouldn't have him as a gift, I wouldn't touch him with a toasting fork.
FRED
He looks a nasty brute to me. Vicious.

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.

JOHNSON
Not him sir. Only wants riding.

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A YOUNG GIRL in her early teens comes out with a tray with glasses of barley water.

GIRL
Will you take a glass of barley water, sir'?

BAMBRIDGE shakes his head, takes out his silver brandy flask, drinks, passes it to HORROCK. FRED takes a glass of barley water.

FRED
Thank you.

The girl's face. She doesn't look well.

FRED [in Bambridge's ear]
Lord Medlicote's man was asking for a dapple grey.
BAMBRIDGE
Luck of the devil, young Vincy, luck of old Nick. Sell him on to Lord Medlicote, you're a made man.

HORROCK's sardonic expression. FRED very pleased, trying not to show it.

BAMBRIDGE [to Johnson]
Sixty pound for a brute like that'?

Johnson goes over to FRED's horse.

BAMBRIDGE [quietly, for Fred]
Mind you I've seen worse horses go for eighty.
JOHNSON
This yours, sir?
FRED
That's right.
JOHNSON
And he's broken-winded.

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Johnson pauses briefly. He's not a farmer, he just has the good fortune to look like one. In fact he's a rather crooked second hand horse dealer.

JOHNSON [continued]
I'll take yours and forty pound for Diamond.

FRED is clearly hooked.

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2/18b. EXT. GARTH HOUSE. YARD. JANUARY 1830 DAY 18, (0912)

A despondent FRED rides into the GARTH's yard on a fat pony that is too small for him.

FRED
Mary!

For there is MARY GARTH leaving the house and about to take a footpath across the fields.

FRED seems a bit ill at ease to see her, for once.

FRED
I didn't expect to see you! I am ... come to see your father.
MARY
He's in his bookroom. Goodbye.
FRED
Mary, wait. I need to speak to you too.
MARY
I can't wait for you. My time's not my own. It belongs to Mr. Featherstone.

She turns and goes off. She always seems angry with me, thinks Fred, it's not fair.

He turns towards the rather dilapidated, half-timbered house.

MRS. GARTH stands in the doorway.

MRS. GARTH
Come in, Fred.

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2/19. INT. GARTH PARLOUR. JANUARY 1830. DAY 18 (0914).

The kids, BEN and LETTY, are doing their schoolwork. Slates, blocks with letters and pictures, copybooks etc. A teenage boy, ALFRED, sits reading.

BEN and LETTY run at FRED, who suffers their bombardment cheerfully enough. He does look a bit pale and sweaty actually.

MRS. GARTH
Go on, you go out now.
ALFRED
I'II take them mother.

He retrieves FRED's whip from BEN, and gives it back to FRED with a grin.

FRED
Thank you, Alfred.

ALFRED leads the kids outside.

MRS. GARTH
Sit down, Fred. Caleb will he in directly.
FRED
Are Letty and Ben your only pupils now, Mrs. Garth?
MRS. GARTH
I'm at a low ebb with pupils, but I've saved my little purse for Alfred's apprenticeship, all of ninety-two pounds. He can go to Mr. Hammer's now.

FRED feels very uneasy.


[Page] 2/31

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'll have a very bad 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. 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 d'you mean?
CALEB [deeply embarrassed]
Oh, I forgot to tell you, Susan. I put my name to guarantee a bill for Fred, for a hundred and sixty pounds. He made sure he could meet it himself.
MRS. GARTH [looking at FRED]
Did he.
CALEB
It's come at a bad time. A hundred and ten pounds, deuce take it. What shall we do?
MRS. GARTH [to FRED]
I suppose you've asked your father.

[Page] 2/32

FRED
It would be of no use.

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

MRS. GARTH
Clear enough what we shall do. I must give you the ninety-two pounds I put by for Alfred's premium. And I've no doubt 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.
FRED
I have honestly tried everything, Mrs. Garth, I had bad luck with a horse I was selling that turned out wrong - I have no horse at all now, you see I am come on Rosie's old Welsh pony. I hate having brought this on you - there's no one else I care so much for. But you will always think me a rascal now.

There are tears in his eyes.

FRED
I am so very sorry.
CALEB
Well Fred, you must ride over to Mary and ask the child for what money she has.

FRED turns and blunders out.

We can see him disconsolately getting on his short fat pony and riding off with his head down, ignoring BEN and LETTY, who dance along beside him.


[Page] 2/33

Long pause in the GARTH sitting room.

CALEB
I was a fool, Susan.
MRS. GARTH
That you were. Well, you must teach the boy yourself now.
CALEB
Poor Mary!

[Page] 2/34

2/20. EXT. STONE COURT. JANUARY 1830. DAY 18 (1030).

Hear MARY's voice over.

MARY [VO]
Seventeen ... eighteen ... nineteen ... twenty ...

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[Page] 2/36

2/21A. INT. STONE COURT. HALL. JANUARY 1830. DAY 18 (1031).

FRED feeling dreadful watching MARY calmly counting money out.

MARY
Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four. You may tell father I have enough to cover the rest of your debt, and six pounds over.link to note
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.link to note
FRED
Mary.
MARY
What?

[Page] 2/36a

FRED
Do you hate me now?link to note
MARY
I don't think well of you.
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 - [e]very 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!link to note

FEATHERSTONE's stick bangs on the ceiling.

FEATHERSTONE [oov]
Mary! Mary Garth! Where are you, missy? I want my chamber pot! What the devil are you at girl?
MARY [piercingly, to Fred]
How could you be so stupidly selfish?link to notelink to note

Off she goes upstairs. FRED looks gutted.link to note

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2/23. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. JANUARY 1830 DAY 18 (1430).

ROSAMOND and MRS. VINCY look up as FRED comes in.

He has to steady himself on the doorpost, and he stumbles to the sofa and flings himself down on it.

MRS. VINCY
Why, Fred, whatever is the matter?
ROSAMOND
He's drunk, of course, mamma. Fred, if you will behave like a beast I wish you would not make such an exhibition of yourself.
FRED
I feel deuced strange. Mother, I think you had better send for Wrench.
MRS. VINCY
Oh, my dear!

She rings the bell.

MRS. VINCY
Pritchard! Pritchard!

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2/24. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 18 (l603).

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. WRENCH is a small neat pugnacious man with a well-dressed wig.

MRS. VINCY hovers anxiously, ROSAMOND there too.

WRENCH
Hmph.
MRS. VINCY
What is, Mr. Wrench?
WRENCH
A slight derangement, ma'am. I apprehend nothing serious. The system needs purging. I warrant a spoonful or two of Mr. Wrench's black draught will answer. You'll be riding to hounds again in no time, young man.

FRED smiles weakly. We hear a sort of buzzy music which is in FRED's head and WRENCH's silhouette distorts as he goes through the door.


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2/25. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM. JANUARY 1830. NIGHT 18 (2345).

FRED is tossing and turning, groaning, delirious.

Distorted pictures of the horse. It's terrified eyes as he lurches in the stall.


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2/26. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 19 (1138).

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
Oh, Mr. Lydgate what a mercy Rosamond saw you in the street, for 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 - I believe your son is in the pink-skinned stage of typhoid fever. And unfortunately, he has taken just the wrong medicine.
MRS. VINCY
Oh, doctor! Oh, will he - is he - oh, Fred, Fred ...

And she bursts into tears, giving ROSAMOND, who is not unmoved herself, the opportunity of prettily supporting her.

LYDGATE
He has a powerful constitution, Mrs. Vincy, and I have every hope of his recovery. He must have a regular nurse, and a constant supply of iced water. I'll start him on opium and alcohol immediately to lose no time.

[Page] 2/42

MRS. VINCY
Oh, what a villain that Wrench is!
LYDGATE
You mustn't blame Mr. Wrench, Mrs. Vincy. The symptoms yesterday might have been disguising. Typhoid is difficult to diagnose in the very early stages. I shall write to Mr. Wrench and explain the circumstances: I trust he won't he offended.

He turns and meets ROSAMOND's eyes. She thinks he's wonderful. Not just a dish, but a dynamic doc too. He's full of energy and warmth, and she's full of romantic readiness.


[Page] 2/43

2/27. INT. HOSPITAL BOARDROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 20 (1215).link to note

The regular committee there: MINCHIN, 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
Of all the damned impudence! I've attended that family for twenty years and I am made to listen to 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 not better than a quack in my view with his flighty foreign notions and his cant about cures. How do we know what his bona fides are?
CHICHELY
D'you know what he told me - his Majesty's coroner these twenty years? ­ that a lawyer's no better than an old woman at a post-mortem examination! He thinks a doctor should conduct it!
WRENCH
Man's an imposter.
POWDERELL
He has degrees from Edinburgh and Paris I understand, Wrench. He's a clever fellow for all you don't care for him.
MINCHIN
A bit too clever in my opinion sir.
CHICHELY
Bulstrode's fond of him.

[Page] 2/44

HAWLEY
Aye, they're a pretty pair. One all pride and principles, the other all cant and holiness, and both of them elbow deep in each other's pockets.

And, as luck would have it, who should come in together, deep in consultation, but BULSTRODE and LYDGATE.

The room falls silent.

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. He takes his place and looks down.

BULSTRODE
Well, gentlemen: to business.

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2/28. EXT. LOWICK DRIVE. JANUARY 1830. DAY 20 (1515).link to note

CASAUBON's carriage rattles along the drive towards the gloomy house: the duller the day the better. The music tells us that all is not well, that at the best life is a matter of stoical endurance.

We can see the cases and trunks from the Rome journey piled on the top.

Inside the carriage: CASAUBON with a face like stone, gaunt, gloomy, and miserable. DOROTHEA looks exhausted and dispirited too. Such a contrast with the energy warmth, hope etc. of LYDGATE and ROSAMOND.

But when they come round the bend that brings us in sight of the front entrance, there is another carriage standing there, and CELIA comes out of the house.

CELIA
Dodo!
DOROTHEA
Celia!
CELIA
We are come to welcome you back from Rome!

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

DOROTHEA
Oh, I have missed you, Celia!

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[Page] 2/47

2/29. INT. LOWICK. HALL. JANUARY 1830. DAY 20 (1525).

DOROTHEA, CASAUBON, CELIA, CHETTAM and BROOKE who are waiting in the gloomy hall.

Various depressed looking DOMESTICS stand about in flaccid welcome; PRATT at the head of the queue.

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.

BROOKE
Well, Casaubon! Back on the blessed plot, eh? This earth, this realm, this England, teeming womb, you know, and so forth!
CASAUBON
How do you do, sir?
BROOKE
How do I do? Very well indeed!
DOROTHEA [to Casaubon]
Perhaps you should rest now, dear.
CASAUBON
Yes; perhaps you are right, my dear. Miss Brooke, gentlemen: you are very welcome, I appreciate your kind intention; but you will excuse me now.
BROOKE
Yes, yes, of course, my dear man.

CHETTAM, too, murmuring and bowing and standing aside for CASAUBON. He's got lovely manners, CHETTAM.


[Page] 2/48

CASAUBON
My wife, I am sure, will entertain you in a proper manner. Ah ... you will excuse me now. You will excuse me.

DOROTHEA goes to take his arm, but quite kindly he indicates by body language that that's not necessary.

They part to let him through, and he goes down the corridor to his library.

The door closes behind him with a bit of a booming echo.

DOROTHEA
He is 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. I am so very happy for you!

She kisses CELIA.

DOROTHEA
I am so very happy for you both.

Smiling at CHETTAM. He was a teeny bit unsure about her reaction, but it's clear that she's delighted, and much happier with him as a brother-in-law than as a suitor.

Anyway, I'd like to end with the engaged couple beaming delightedly, BROOKE beaming delightedly, and DOROTHEA with tears in her eyes standing facing them in her gloomy new home.

DOROTHEA
I am so very happy.

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2/31. INT. LOWICK. DRAWING ROOM. JANUARY 1830. DAY 20 (1550).

DOROTHEA is entertaining CELIA, CHETTAM and BROOKE.

BROOKE
Well, I need not ask you how you are, my dear - Rome has agreed with you, I see ­ happiness, frescoes, and so on. But Casaubon is a little pale, you know: too much studying I dare say. You can go to any length in that sort of inquiry, and nothing may come if it, you know, and I shall say so to Casaubon myself.
DOROTHEA
I beg you would not, uncle.

Everything he has said has unwittingly touched on painful spots.

BROOKE
Well, well, you know best, I dare say. A wife always knows best.

He wanders off and picks up books from the shelves, looking through them in a random sort of way, humming and hawing.

CELIA
Do you think it is nice to go to Rome on a wedding journey, Dodo?
DOROTHEA
It would not suit everyone, Kitty ... I think perhaps it would not suit you.

[Page] 2/51

CELIA
Mrs. Cadwallader says it is nonsense going on a long wedding journey. She says people get tired to death of each other, and can't quarrel comfortably, as they would at home ...

This too, though innocently meant, gives pain to DOROTHEA, but CELIA doesn't notice.

CELIA
Were you amazed, Dodo, to hear our news?
DOROTHEA [smiling at both of them]
No, not amazed. It's just as I used to hope and believe.
CHETTAM
I have gone on with the cottages, Mrs. Casaubon.

Maybe a little hesitation or awkwardness about the "Mrs. Casaubon" bit.

DOROTHEA
I never doubted that you would. I look forward to inspecting how they progress.
CELIA
These cameos are very lovely, Dodo. Aren't they James?
CHETTAM
Er, yes, my love. Exquisite.

She has three or four of them in her lap. Her present from Rome.

DOROTHEA
I was not sure about them - but Mr. Ladislaw advised me. Do you remember Mr. Casaubon's young cousin?
CELIA
Oh, yes! The artist! Was he in Rome?

[Page] 2/52

DOROTHEA
Yes. But he is no longer an artist nor is he intending to stay very much longer in Rome. He intends, I think, to return to this part of the country and earn a living with his pen.
BROOKElink to note [turning away from the books]
Does he now? Excellent! That is just what we need, you see, young men with bold ideas, progress, reform! In moderation, you know, in moderation - it's possible to go too far in anything. But young men with bold ideas - yes, excellent! Quite!

[Page] 2/53

2/32. EXT. VINCY HOUSE. FEBRUARY 1830. DAY 21 (1110).

We can hear, and even see ROSAMOND VINCY singing and playing at an upstairs window as LYDGATE arrives to visit, very brisk, manly, energetic.

He can't see ROSAMOND, but he can hear her, and he looks up and smiles, before bounding up the steps.

ROSAMOND
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising I heard a maid sing in the valley below Oh don't deceive me, oh never leave me How could you use a poor maiden so?

(Might be nice if we could use this song as bit as a musical theme: both Rosamond and Dorothea are in a sense deceived maidens.)


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2/33. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM. FEBRUARY 1830. DAY 21 (1135).

FRED doesn't look any better. He is delirious.

MRS. VINCY is bathing his brow.

LYDGATE is taking his pulse.

FRED
Saddle Dobbin for me mother I must go to Middlemarch directly. That girl looks very ill. Am I to be apprenticed now?

MRS. VINCY is very distressed.

MRS. VINCY
Oh Mr. Lydgate he's out of his wits ...
LYDGATE
The fever's approaching its crisis, Mrs. Vincy. Be of good heart. His pulse is strong enough. I have good hope.
MRS. VINCY
He has always been good to me. Mr. Lydgate, he never had a hard word for his mother.
FRED
Rosie must go to Stone Court now.
MRS. VINCY
Yes, yes, be still my darling.

She looks up at LYDGATE in anguish.

MRS. VINCY
Oh, Mr. Lydgate, save my boy!

[Page] 2/55

2/34. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. FEBRUARY 1830. DAY 21 (l210).

ROSAMOND is playing the piano as LYDGATE comes in. She stops and rises.

LYDGATE
No, please. I didn't mean to interrupt you.
ROSAMOND
How did you find poor Fred today?
LYDGATE
He's still in a high fever, but he is coming through it well, I believe. I am almost more anxious about your mother.
ROSAMOND
Yes, poor Mamma, I shall go to her directly and make her take a little beef tea.
LYDGATE
No, stay a moment: will you not let me hear you play and sing a little first?
ROSAMOND
Oh, no, I dare not. You have heard the best singers in London and Paris ...
LYDGATE
I've heard nothing that charmed me more than the song I heard as I arrived this morning. Will you not sing it again for me?

She's very hesitant. He really does give her butterflies in the tummy, and when he looks into her eyes with that bold confident gaze she feels like swooning into his arms. She feels, oddly, as if she has no clothes on at all. What a good job he's a doctor!


[Page] 2/56

So, after a number of shy bewitching looks and glances, she start to sing again, much more quietly, hesitantly and intimately than when she was having a good old sing earlier on:

ROSAMOND
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising I heard a maid sing in the valley below Oh, don't deceive me, oh never leave me ...

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

He thinks she is a lovely girl and he really enjoys looking at her and listening to her and flirting with her: she doesn't disturb him as he disturbs her. She wants to say 'I love you'.

ROSAMOND [rising]
I must go to Mamma now.

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. Lovely girl, that, he thinks.

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2/37. INT. STONE COURT. STAIRS/HALL. FEBRUARY 1830. DAY 21 (1242).link to note

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

FEATHERSTONE [oov]
Tell Mr. Farebrother I've no need of preachers yet, not the canting kind nor the card-playing kind ....
MARY
He says he won't see you.
FAREBROTHER
Well then, I shall be able to spend more time with you, Mary, if you've any to spare for me.
MARY
You know I have ...

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
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, but it's not in her nature to effuse verbally, so if she could, somehow hug her joy to herself for a moment, tears in her eyes, let FAREBROTHER see it, and then revert to her more usual sharp-tongued mode:link to note

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.
FAREBROTHER
Except one, perhaps.link to note

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.link to note


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2/38. INT. FRED'S BEDROOM. MARCH 1830. NIGHT 22 (1920).

LYDGATE is just ending his examination of FRED, straightening and putting away his stethoscope.

MRS. VINCY hovering anxiously.

LYDGATE
Good. Good [to MRS. VINCY ]
Good.
MRS. VINCY
Truly?
LYDGATE
On the mend.

She clutches LYDGATE's arm.

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 anyone he likes then!
FRED
I feel so wretched, Lydgate. I'm no use to anyone.
MRS. VINCY
Oh, my dear, boy, 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.

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MRS. VINCY
Come, dear, try to take a little of this beef jelly.

She takes his hand.

He feels a bit tearful and is almost pouting like a toddler: his weakness has made him a bit babyish.

LYDGATE is a bit amused by FRED'S childishness and his mother's loving folly.


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2/39. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MARCH 1830. NIGHT 22 (1950).

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.

MRS. PLYMDALE, NED's mother, sits chatting with MRS. BULSTRODE. Two or three YOUNG PEOPLE are gathered round the piano that one of them is tinkling about on ...

We move in on NED and ROSAMOND. They are looking at the "Keepsake", which has pictures of famous society beauties in it.

NEDlink to note
I think the Honourable Mrs. Stephens is something like you.

NED has a Coventry accent of the genteeler sort: Styvechale rather than Bell Green, say. 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.

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.


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ROSAMOND
My 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, laying the "Keepsake" aside, 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! How do you find Fred?
LYDGATE
Going on well, but slowly, you know. And you?
ROSAMOND
Oh, I never vary!

She gives him one of her lovely looks, then remembers poor NED.

ROSAMOND [to NED]
We have looked to Mr. Lydgate as our guardian angel during Fred's illness.

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 - it's really splendidly idiotic!

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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 piano.

ROSAMOND
How rash you are! Don't you see that you have given offence?

She's delighted that LYDGATE has seen him off - and she puts her hand on his arm as she speaks. She is making them into an intimate couple with a private understanding that excludes outsiders.

LYDGATE
What? Is it Mr. Plymdale's book? I'm sorry. I didn't think about it.
ROSAMOND
You are like a bear - I don't think you 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.

Now we see them from further off, as one of the girls by the piano starts to sing (something relevant about deceived maidens perhaps) and see NED PLYMDALE staring balefully over, the LADIES tut tutting, FAREBROTHER's sharp eyes taking everything in.

LYDGATE and ROSAMOND VINCY - something's going on!


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2/40a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET. MARCH 1830. DAY 23 (1705).

End of the day, really. Might see a bit of Middlemarch bustle in the foreground, SHOPKEEPERS carrying goods inside that been out on the pavement, starting to put up the shutters, etc.

FAREBROTHER in the middle distance being gossiped at by an OLD LADY, as LYDGATE comes bounding along still full of beans after a hard day's work, just as FAREBROTHER ends his conversation.

FAREBROTHER
Lydgate! How is 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'll 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 thought 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.

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FAREBROTHER
What, are you going to get lashed to the mast, and stop up your ears? Well, if you don't mean to be won by the sirens you're right to take precautions this time.
LYDGATE [smiles]
Oh, I'm in no danger there. I assure you. Rosamond Vincy is an enchanting girl. Sweet, docile, and everything about her full of grace and fragrance. If I were thinking of marriage I believe I'd snap her up this instant! But I'm not. Not for a long while - 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 puzzled for a second.

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?

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LYDGATE
No. of course not. She's a woman! You don't talk ahout primitive tissue when you're talking to a woman!
FAREBROTHER
Then I can't tempt you to a game of billiards?
LYDGATE
Not tonight. My first love's calling. Goodnight, Farebrother!

[No Sc.2/40b and 2/41 : therefore no pages 2/69a and 2/70]


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2/42. INT. LYDGATE'S LODGINGS. MARCH 1830. NIGHT 23 (2240).

LYDGATE happily intent on his experiments, looking at a piece of tissue through a microscope, making a note, humming a little fragment which we might recognise as a bar or two of "How could you use a poor maiden so."

[No Sc.2/43 : no page 2/72]


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2/44. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1050).

MRS VINCY and MRS BULSTRODE enter the room.

ROSAMOND looks up from her flower arranging, a sweetly innocent picture of young womanhood.

MRS. VINCY
Rosamond, my dear, your Aunt Bulstrode wishes to speak with you.
ROSAMOND
Yes, Aunt?

MRS. BULSTRODE isn't sinister, like her husband, but the seriousness with which she takes life can be a bit daunting.

MRS. BULSTRODE
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 starts a little, and pricks her finger. A little bright bead of blood. She puts it to her lips.

ROSAMOND
I am not engaged, Aunt.

For her, this is a mixture of confusion, annoyance, and sheer pleasure at hearing her name coupled with Lydgate's.

MRS. BULSTRODE persists. She is kindly but inexorable.

MRS. BULSTRODE
I am glad to hear it. You must realise that you are not in a position to marry a poor man. You have no fortune of your own, my dear.

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ROSAMOND looks down or away, she doesn't want to hear this.

MRS. BULSTRODE
Now 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 Ned Plymdale, at any rate! And Dr. Lydgate is not a poor man - he has very high connections!
MRS. BULSTRODE
Then it is really true? There is some understanding between you and Dr. Lydgate?

A pause. ROSAMOND is mortified that she is unable to say yes or no.

MRS. BULSTRODE
I see how it is, my dear. You have allowed your affections to be engaged without return.
ROSAMOND [nearly in tears]
No! Indeed, Aunt, I have not!

(She's right, in a way. She's not desperately in love with Lydgate - she has her heart on him, which is not quite the same thing as giving her heart to him. All the same, though, she's in quite a humiliating situation, which her mother now begins to see for the first time).

MRS. VINCY
Oh, Rosie, Rosie!

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2/45. EXT. NEW HOSPITAL. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1100).link to note

BULSTRODE and LYDGATE leaving the hospital.

BULSTRODE
Dr. Lydgate: I have a simple question to put to you. 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
And 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.
LYDGATE [really annoyed now]
I have not the slightest intention, sir, of engrossing Miss Vincy's whole attention or endangering her prospects of marriage!

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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
Yes, sir, you may suggest that 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 that I have already been of 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.

A painful pause. LYDGATE bites the bullet.

LYDGATE
I shall do as you suggest. I am sure in my own mind that I've given Miss Vincy no reason to misinterpret my attention. No reason at all ... but I shall do as you suggest. There is plenty to engross me here, after all!

The hospital, he means: we should be able to see what he's talking about.

BULSTRODE
Thank you, Dr. Lydgate. I am grateful to you.link to note

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2/46. EXT. LOWICK. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1120).

Rooks are cawing.

From a distance we see DOROTHEA opening an upstairs window. She might be a prisoner, a princess in a tower, as she gazes out at the sky and the trees.


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2/47. INT. LOWICK. DOROTHEA'S BOUDOIR. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1123).

DOROTHEA turns away from the window and back to her table where she is copying Greek or Latin text from a book.

She can't help sighing, almost groaning, as TANTRIPP comes in.

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 so much to do.
[managing a smile ]
I may go for a walk later.

She turns back to her task.

TANTRIPP looks at it all. What a load of rubbish she thinks, and off she goes again.


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

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

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 already at his desk.

DOROTHEA comes in. She pauses and looks at him, hunched over his books.

As she comes in he closes a copy of the "Edinburgh Review" and pushes it aside. He seems furtive and uneasy about her presence in the room.link to note

CASAUBON
Yes? What is it?
DOROTHEA
I have finished the copying you set me, Edward. I have come to ask how else I may help you today. Could I read to you, perhaps?
CASAUBON
No, thank you.
DOROTHEA
The weather is a little better. Would you not like to take a walk ... or we might drive towards Tipton. I am sure the air would do you good.
CASAUBON
You may have the time, Dorothea, but I have not. I have begun work on a new pamphlet.
DOROTHEA
Edward, do you not think that today we might begin to work together on the Key to All Mythologies?
CASAUBON
No.

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She continues, gently, tentatively, not wanting to touch a sore point:

DOROTHEA
If I were first to copy selected passages from your notebooks?
CASAUBON
No. I have told you I am busy with this article.
DOROTHEA
Have you received any comments yet on the last one ... about the ... Etruscan mysteries?
CASAUBON
No.

He puts a book on top of the Edinburgh Review.

All right, she thinks. I tried. Barely able to suppress a sigh at another long, long pointless day of useless labour, 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. From Mr. Ladislaw! What can he have to say to me?
CASAUBON
You may read it, if you please.

He points to it with his pen.


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CASAUBON
But I may as well say at once that 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 been hitherto inevitable, and 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.

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

DOROTHEA
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
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
Let us say no more on the subject Dorothea. I have neither the leisure nor the energy for this kind of debate.

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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.

She looks at him, willing him to look up. But he won't, and after a few moments she turns and walks angrily out of the room.

We go with her, in on her face and go to the:


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2/50. INT. LOWICK. HALL AND STAIRS. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1205).

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.


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2/51. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1208).

CASAUBON is half collapsed against the library steps, a fallen chair nearby. He is obviously in pain, gasping for breath.

DOROTHEA
Edward! What is it, my love?

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

DOROTHEA
Can you lean on me, dear?

She takes his not inconsiderable weight, gets his arm over her shoulder, and half drags, half carries him to a couch.

He collapses into it, she leans over him ...

DOROTHEA [softly]
Oh, Edward, I'm sorry.

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

She turns, and tugs violently on the bell-rope.link to note


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2/52. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1540). LATER.

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

LYDGATE puts his stethoscope 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, 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
I beseech you to speak plainly - I cannot bear to think there might be something I did not know which might make me act differently.

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LYDGATE
I shall speak absolutely plainly. He may have another attack within days, or weeks. On the other hand, he may live for five, ten, or even fifteen years.
DOROTHEA
You mean, if we are very careful.

It's a desperate thought: she turns to LYDGATE and opens her heart to him.

DOROTHEAlink to note
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 almost nothing else. Help me, pray. Tell me what I can do.

It's very intimate, this, but not sexy. We might feel that these two would be right for each other - it doesn't for a moment occur to either of them.

After a pause, during which LYDGATE thinks what a fine woman she is, and how sorry he is for her, and then what the hell could he say to help her:

LYDGATE
What about foreign travel? You have been lately in Rome, I think.
DOROTHEA
Oh, no, no, that would be worse than anything.

Her eyes fill with tears. LYDGATE could take her hands here.

LYDGATE
I wish I could have spared you this pain.
DOROTHEA
No, it was right of you to tell me. I thank you for telling me the truth.

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She manages a bit of a smile.

They both look over towards CASAUBON. It's as if he is lying in state already. And she is holding hands with a man who would be worthy of her.

If we didn't know the story we'd be thinking there's a happy ending in the distance, did they but know it.

[No Sc.2.53 : no page 2/89]


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2/54. EXT. LOWICK. GARDEN. MARCH 1830. DAY 24 (1615).

DOROTHEA walking with BROOKE in the garden:

BROOKE
To be sure, my dear, of course! There's no question of your receiving young Ladislaw now - I shall be happy to write to him. An interesting young man ... perhaps I could help him myself ... I have heard that the Middlemarch "Pioneer" is in need of a new editor ...link to note
DOROTHEA
Uncle, I am not sure that Mr. Ladislaw should come to Middlemarch at all.
BROOKE
Well, my dear, whatever you say ... but who are we to forbid him if he wants to come? Nevertheless, I shall write as you suggest - it seems a shame, though. Young men with new ideas, you know, I like them uncommonly well.

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2/55. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. APRIL 1830. DAY 25 (1405).link to note

FRED is determinedly walking round the garden with the support of a stick. He looks pale.

ROSAMOND and LYDGATE. She is feeling neglected, and trying to recover their flirtatious intimacy, and he is trying to recover a professional distance.

ROSAMOND
You have become quite a stranger lately.
LYDGATE
Yes. Fred, as you see, is well on the mend, and there have been other calls upon my time.

A little pause.

ROSAMOND
Do you think Mrs. Casaubon very handsome?
LYDGATE
I suppose she is very handsome; but I have not thought about it.
ROSAMOND
No. I suppose that would be unprofessional.

She's quite sexy. There's almost an air of "let's play doctors" about.

ROSAMOND
How your practice is growing. First Lady Chettam, and now the Casaubons. No wonder you have no time for us.

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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 Stone Court, and then to the hospital. Goodbye, Fred!

FRED turns and waves.

FRED
Goodbye, Lydgate!

ROSAMOND looks after LYDGATE.

I'm not sure whether we see the badly used maiden, or the girl with the will of iron. Both perhaps.

Music starts and continues over:

[No Sc.2/56 : no page 2/93]


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2/57. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. APRIL 1830. DAY 25. DUSK (1920).

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, tablelegs, and that kind of thing, you know!

CASAUBON shoots BROOKE a bitter look.

[No Sc.2/58-9 : no pages 2/95-6]


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2/60. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. APRIL 1830. DAY 26 (1125).

FEATHERSTONE propped up in bed.

MARY GARTH plumping his pillows.

FEATHERSTONE [his voice is weaker!]
Where's the other Missy?
MARY
At home, I suppose. Do you want her?
FEATHERSTONE
She'd be a prettier sight than you to look at.
MARY
And what sort of sight d'you think you are to look at?
FEATHERSTONE
I don't have to be pretty. I'm old and I'm rich. I'm a rich old man. I can be as ugly as I like. Go on. Go down and tell them I'm not dead yet.

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2/61. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. APRIL 1830. DAY 26 (1140).

SOLOMON FEATHERSTONE, JANE WAULE and the Waules look up as MARY comes down the stairs.

She smiles wryly to herself and goes into the kitchen.


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2/62. EXT. VINCY HOUSE. APRIL 1830. NIGHT 26 (2115).

We can hear the sound of Rosamond's piano.

LYDGATE comes striding down the street, energetic, going somewhere as usual, glances up at the first floor window, smiles, and strides on past.


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2/63. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. APRIL 1830. NIGHT 26 (2130).

A small party going on.

ROSAMOND has a little ring of ADMIRERS round her, NED PLYMDALE to the fore, as she finishes her piece.

FAREBROTHER, VINCY, CHICHELY and PLYMDALE playing cards at the other end of the room.

ROSAMOND's admirers applaud.

NED PLYMDALE
Excellent! Um ... exquisite!
ROSAMOND [wearily]
Thank you.
NED PLYMDALE
As fine as anything to be heard in Paris or in London I'll be bound!
ROSAMOND
Thank you.

Across the room, FAREBROTHER wins the final trick, to a chorus of oos and ashs.


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2/64. INT. LYDGATE'S LODGING. APRIL 1830. NIGHT 26 (2150).

LYDGATE, cosy and cheerful, with a big medical book, his slides, his notes and a glass of hot toddy.

He takes a sip, closes the book, gets up and stretches, walks to the window and looks out of it.


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2/65. INT. ROSAMOND'S BEDROOM. APRIL 1830. NIGHT 26 (2155).

She is sitting up looking out of the window.

She is feeling very miserable. She thinks she has lost her chance of getting him now.


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2/66. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. APRIL 1830. DAY 27 (1440).

LYDGATE lets go of FEATHERSTONE's wrist.

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
Oh, Dr. Lydgate! 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, Mr. Lydgate, that is good of you!

LYDGATE's kind professional face, as MRS. VINCY clasps his hands in gratitude.

MARY's face smiling at him, she likes LYDGATE.

[No Sc.2/67 : no page 104]


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2/68. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. APRIL 1830. DAY 27 (1510).

LYDGATE riding, close up, a man with a mission.


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2/69. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. NARROW STREET. APRIL 1830. DAY 27 (1525).

LYDGATE riding along a narrow street.

The music over these scenes tells us to expect something momentous.


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2/70. EXT. VINCY HOUSE. APRIL 1830. DAY 27 (1530).

We see LYDGATE being admitted by PRITCHARD.


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2/71. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. APRIL 1830. DAY 27 (1535).link to note

ROSAMOND rises from her embroidery as LYDGATE comes in, in a state of some confusion. He's confused and embarrassed, and she is distressed.link to note

LYDGATE
I am come - I am come with a message for Mr. Vincy.
ROSAMOND
But Papa is at the warehouse.
LYDGATE
Yes, of course! What a fool I am! I shall go there directly.link to note

But he doesn't. He hesitates.

They are both in a state of great and confused emotion. She is almost bursting into tears.

She drops her chainwork (some sort of embroidery) and he stoops quickly to pick it up.

As he rises, he finds himself very close to her. Her eyes are full of tears and she's very close to sobbing.

LYDGATE
What is the matter? You are distressed. Please tell me.
ROSAMOND [not very clearly]
I am so unhappy, I tried not to be but I cannot help it. If I am never to see you, if you do not care for me at all, there is nothing in my life that makes it worth living, and you don't, you don't care about me at all, and I ... I ...

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She almost says I love you.

LYDGATE
Miss Vincy, Rosamond. Don't cry. I ... Don't cry. Let me ...

He starts to kiss her, her eyes first, he takes her lovely face between his great big strong tender hands ...

LYDGATE [between kisses!]
There ... there ... my dearest Rosamond. There ... there ...
ROSAMOND [between kisses!]
Then you do care for me. You do care for me after all.
LYDGATE
More than anyone. And I want you to be my wife.

He's more or less got to propose now, after all this kissing.

ROSAMOND
Oh ... Mr. Lydgate ... Tertius. I am so happy. I am so very, very happy.

And so is he, in this euphoric moment. She is after all, a lovely creature, and she is all his.link to note


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2/72. EXT. TIPTON. LIBRARY. APRIL 1830. DAY 27. (1552).

Start to hear BROOKE voice over before we get close enough to see him through the library window and then finish up at the table with him.

BROOKE [VO]
I very much regret these circumstances. Mr. Ladislaw, as I was looking forward myself to making your closer acquantance. 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. Unfortunately, however ...

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2/73. INT. TIPTON. LIBRARY. APRIL 1830. DAY 27 (1556).

And now we're in there with him as he suddenly gets his bright idea and crosses out the last two words:

BROOKE
But if you are anywhere near the county I would he most happy to welcome you as my guest - when we might discuss matters very much to our mutual advantage!

He speaks that aloud, I think, and goes on:

BROOKE
Yes! Yes, yes, yes!

And scribbles his final salutation and signature in high spirits, humming a jolly little tune.

[END OF EPISODE TWO.]


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THE SENDING OF THIS SCRIPT DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AN OFFFER OF ANY PART IN IT.

REVISED ISSUE 3 - 16.02.93

MIDDLEMARCHlink to note

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 3

PRODUCER ··· LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producer ... ALISON GEE
Script Editor ··· SUSIE CHAPMAN
Producer's Secretary ··· LUCY HOARE

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ··· SAM BRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
Continuity ··· JANE GRIFFITHS
P.A. ··· UNA SAPLAMIDES
Finance Assistant ··· IAN BOALER
Second Assistant Director ... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ··· ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD

LIGHTING CAMERAMAN ... BRIAN TUFANO
Camera Assistant ··· IAN JACKSON
Clapper Loader ... JULIAN BUCKNALL
SOUND RECORDIST ... DICK BOULTER
Sound Assistant ··· TIM BOISSAUD-COOKE
Grip ... ROY RUSSELL
LIGHTING GAFFER ... ALAN MUHLEY
Best Boy ... TERRY MONTAGUE
FILM EDITOR ... JERRY LEON
FILM EDITOR ... PAUL TOTHILL

DESIGNER ... GERRY SCOTT
Art Director ... JOHN COLLINS
Art Director ... MARK KEBBY
Buyer ... SARA RICHARDSON
Set Dresser ··· MARJ PRATT
Construction Manager ... BARRY MOLL
Design Op. Supervisor ... VIC YOUNG
Prop Master ··· BOB ELTON
Prod. Op. ... MARK BEVAN
Prod. Op. ··· DANNY EUSTON
Prod. Op· ··· JOE MALONE

CONTINUED


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COSTUME DESIGNER ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Costume Assistant ... THERESA HUGHES
Costume Assistant ... SALLY PLUMB
Dresser ... SUE BURROWS
Dresser ... RUSSELL BARNETT
MAKE-UP DESIGNER ... DEANNE TURNER
Make-Up Assistant ... JUDITH GILL-DOUGHERTY
Make-Up Assistant ... JANE BURSTOW
Make-Up Assistant ... PHILLIPPA HALL
VISUAL EFFECTS DESIGNER ... STUART BRISDON

CASTING DIRECTOR ... GAIL STEVENS
Assistant ... ANDY PRYOR

Artists Booker ... MAGGIE ANSON

Researcher ... JUNE AVERIL


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[No Scenes 3/1 - 3/4 [cut] therefore no pages 3/1 - 3/5]

3/5. EXT. STONE COURT. DAY 28. [MAY 1830] 1615link to note

The carriages of the WAULE and FEATHERSTONE vultures stand outside.link to note

Each time we see them there are more than before.


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3/6. INT. STONE COURT. [PARLOUR/HALL]. DAY 28. [MAY 1830] 1616

The big room downstairs. Packed fuller than we've ever seen it before with FEATHERSTONE'S relatives.link to note

Low whispers, they look as if they're at the funeral already, then surprisingly loud from upstairs we hear old FEATHERSTONE.

FEATHERSTONE link to note [OOV]
Back, Jane! Back Solomon. Back, the pair of you, out, out, out!

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3/7. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. DAY 28. [MAY 1830] 1617

OLD FEATHERSTONE in bed, hanging and waving his gold topped stick, MRS. WAULE and SOLOMON, a big fat brother and sister who look like a pair of giant bluebottles, flapping in confusion.link to note

MARY GARTH anxiously trying to calm things down.

MRS VINCY is there, holding her place, so to speak, with FRED who looks unsure whether to go or stay.

SOLOMON FEATHERSTONE
There's things you might repent of, brother, for not speaking to me, the Almighty knows what things.
FEATHERSTONE
Then he knows more than I do, out you go, out you go!
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 ...link to note
FEATHERSTONE
No I shan't! I've made my will, I shan't think of any of you!

FEATHERSTONE turns his head towards FRED and MRS VINCY.

MRS WAULE [with some malice]
Some people would be ashamed to fill up a place belonging by rights to others.

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SOLOMON FEATHERSTONE
Oh, no, sister, we must he humble and let smart folk push themselves before us.
FRED [to Featherstone]
Should my mother and I leave, sir?
FEATHERSTONE
No! Sit down and stop where you are! [he points to Solomon and Mrs Waule]
You .... out! And don't come again. Goodbye, goodbye!
MARY
I think it would be best when he's like this ...link to note

MRS VINCY very pleased at her favoured treatment. FRED makes an "oh God" face at MARY.

FEATHERSTONE
Goodbye, goodbye, down the stairs with you, out with you, out with you, don't come back!

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3/8. INT. STONE COURT [LANDING] DAY 28. [MAY 1830] 1618

MRS. WAULE and SOLOMON exit the bedroom.

SOLOMON FEATHERSTONElink to note
I shall be downstairs, brother, whether or not, remember I'm the eldest after you ....
MRS WAULE
It's an affront to the Almightly leaving property out of families.
FEATHERSTONE [OOV]
Goodbye! Good day to you! Out you go!

MARY GARTH and MRS VINCY come out behind them.link to note

MRS VINCY [Confidentially to Mary]
We'll look out some more of the stuffed veal and some good cheese - oh, my dear, you must do things handsomely where there's last illness and a property ....

[No Sc.3/9 : no pages 3/11-13]


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3/10. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. NIGHT 28/29. [MAY 1830] 0300link to note

A candle burning. Enough to see MARY dozing in her chair.

FEATHERSTONE
Missy! Missy, come here!

She starts awake, and goes to him. He has his tin box with papers in it, and coins open on the bed.

FEATHERSTONE
Hearken, Missy. It's three in the morning, and I've got all my faculties. Do you hear?
MARY
Yes, sir.
FEATHERSTONE link to note
I've made two wills, and I want you to burn one of them. It's in the iron chest in the closet. "Last Will and Testament". Big printed. I want you to take it out and burn it.
MARY
No, sir. I cannot do that.
FEATHERSTONE
Not do it, Missy? I tell you 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!
FEATHERSTONElink to note
Shall I not do as I like with my own money? Look here, Missy. You'll never have the chance again. Look. It's pretty nigh two hundred, and there's more in the box, and nobody knows how much there was. Take it, and do as I tell you.
MARY
Put up your money, sir - I won't touch it. I will do anything else you ask me.
FEATHERSTONE
Anything else? Anything else? I want nothing else.

This has made him cough.

MARY
Let me give you some cordial.
FEATHERSTONE
No! 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. She goes back to her chair.

He is glaring at her.

She closes her eyes.


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3/11. INT. STONE COURT. FEATHERSTONE'S BEDROOM. LATER. DAY 29 [MAY 1830] 0610

MARY starts awake. Looks over at FEATHERSTONE.link to note

He's slipped sideways off the pillow a bit and he's very still.

She runs to him, then 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.link to notelink to note


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3/12. EXT. LOWICK CHURCHYARD. DAY 30. [MAY 1830] 1116

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]
Dear me, what a wonderfully mixed set of people! Who can they all be? Mr. Lydgate as doctor, I suppose ... but that is really a good looking woman, and the fair young man must be her son ...

We are looking at MRS. VINCY, FRED and ROSAMOND now, as we cut to:


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3/13. INT. LOWICK. DAY 30. [MAY 1830] 1117

A little party comprising MRS. CADWALLADER, CHETTAM and CELIA, MR. BROOKE 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?
CHETTAM
I see Vincy, the mayor of Middlemarch. They're probably his wife and son.
BROOKE
Yes, a very decent family - you've seen Vincy at my house, a very good fellow!
MRS. CADWALLADER
One of your secret political committee I hear - and one of those who sucks the life out of the wretched handloom weavers in Tipton and Freshitt. That's how his family look so fair and sleek.link to note
BROOKE
Well, well, he's a sound man, Vincy.
CELIA
Oh, look at that funny little man, he's just like a frog!

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3/14. EXT. LOWICK CHURCH YARD. DAY 30 [MAY 1830] 1118

Our first glimpse of JOSHUA RIGG.


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3/15. INT. LOWICK. DAY 30 [MAY 1830] 1118
MRS. CADWALLADER
He looks happy enough. Well, it was time the old man died, and none of these people are sorry.
DOROTHEA
How piteous. I cannot bear to think that anyone should die and leave no love behind.

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3/16. EXT. LOWICK CHURCH YARD. DAY 30. [MAY 1830] 1119

Celia's POV of Ladislaw strolling past the church.


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3/17. INT. LOWICK. DAY.30. [MAY 1830] 1119
CELIA [turning]
Why, Dodo, you never told me Mr. Ladislaw has come again!

CASAUBON appears in the doorway, and his 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, you know! He's my guest! Puts up at the Grange! An excellent young man: writes well, talks well - he's going to edit the "Pioneer", you know! Didn't I mention it before Casaubon? I asked him some time ago, when you were ill! Dorothea said you couldn't have anybody in the house, you know, and she asked me to write.

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.

DOROTHEA
Uncle ...
BROOKE [carrying on, jolly, oblivious]
And we have brought the picture on top of the carriage - yourself in the semblance of Thomas Aquinas! I knew you'd be pleased with the surprise!

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BROOKE waves vigorously to LADISLAW from the window.

BROOKE
There! There! Here he comes! He wouldn't come in, you know, till I'd announced him! Excellent, excellent, here he comes!

CASAUBON doesn't look happy about it at all.


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3/18. INT. LOWICK. (THE HALL) DAY 30. [MAY 30] 1210

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, MRS. CADWALLADER is amused, CHETTAM and CELIA just interested and diverted, really.

BROOKE
There you are, you see, to the life: a deep, subtle sort of thinker, forefinger on the page, it's all symbolical you know, the higher style of art. I like that, up to a point, but not too far - it's rather straining to keep up with. But the flesh is good. The flesh is good. What do you think, then, Casaubon?

CASAUBON is looking at LADISLAW, who looks back with what seems to him like a mocking smile.

CASAUBON turns his back and walks to his library, goes in, and shuts the heavy door. The sound echoes in the cavernous hall.

BROOKE, baffled. DOROTHEA distressed. LADISLAW, all innocence.


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3/19. INT. STONE COURT. [PARLOUR] DAY 31. [JUNE 1830] 1337

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.

MRS. VINCY tends to bridle back at them a bit.

TRUMBULL is there, eyeing up MARY GARTH. FRED finds he is still in love with her.

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:

WAULES
That's the one ... the by-blow ... love­ child ...

STANDISH clears his throat.

STANDISH
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 July 1826, with a codicil dated March 1828.
MRS. WAULE
Dear, dear!
STANDISH
I shall begin by reading the essential elements of the earlier will, since such appears to be the intention of the deceased.

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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 each of my nephews and nieces, the sum of 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 Frederick Vincy, the sum of 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 property, including the house known as Stone Court and all lands and buildings appertaining, 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.

TRUMBULL
A most singular testamentary disposition! But there is a second will - there is a further document. We have not heard the final wishes of the deceased.

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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 most recent document, dated 1828, revokes all the bequests of the previous will. It leaves Stone Court and all the land in the parish of Lowick to Joshua Rigg, under the same conditions. 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, except that Mr. Borthrop Trumbull is to have the gold-headed cane.

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. Music crashing doomy chords over the next few speeches, which are more or less simultaneous, as the gathering erupts, and I think we stay with poor FRED in the middle of the picture.

VINCY
The most unaccountable will I ever heard!
TRUMBULL
I must confess I call this will eccentric. A gold-headed cane! - but happily I am above mercenary considerations.
GARTH
There's nothing so very surprising in the matter that I can see. For my part I wish there was no such thing as a will.

MRS VINCY bursts into tears.


[Page] 3/28

VINCY
Come, Lucy.
SOLOMON
If I'd known, a wagon and six wouldn't have drawn me from Brassing!
MRS. WAULE
Well it'll do him no good where he's gone. He was a bad man, and almshouses won't cover it!
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!

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3/20. EXT. STONE COURT. DAY 31. [JUNE 1830] 1424

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
Be brave, Fred. I do believe you're better without the money. What was the good of it to Mr. Featherstone?
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. I'm sorry, Fred. Goodbye.

He stares after her as she leaves with Caleb and Mrs Garth. What's she sorry about?

VINCY [from the carriage]
Fred! Fred! This has been a damned bad day's work. Fred!

He's furious and very disappointed. MRS. VINCY in the carriage, fretting. ROSAMOND, lovely and apparently complacent as ever.

JOSHUA RIGG, feet apart, hands behind his back, rocking on his heels, very pleased with all this.


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3/21. EXT. STONE COURT. DAY 31. [JUNE 1830] 1425

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 next term and pass that examination. You built too much on your expectations and now you must face the consequences!
MRS VINCY
Don't be too hard on the poor boy, it wasn't his fault that that wicked old man deceived him.
VINCY
Ha!

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3/22. INT. VINCY'S CARRIAGE. STONE COURT. DAY 31 [JUNE 1830] 1427

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, fell in love with her at once!
VINCY
The sooner that engagement's off, the better!
MRS VINCY [on a wail]
Vincy!
VINCY
I don't care! I shall have enough to do with this idle scamp, without paying for wedding clothes! The times are 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 he 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. DAY 32. [JUNE 1830] 1031

LYDGATE, all bounce and energy, comes striding through the wards.

At the far end a LITTLE GROUP around a bed with a PATIENT in some distress.

On the other side of the ward, DR. MINCHIN stands talking to one of the ward assistants.

LYDGATE
Good morning, good morning! [to MINCHIN and BULSTRODE]
Good day to you, gentlemen. [to CRABSTONE, the house surgeon]
What's this, Crabstone?
CRABSTONE
Abdominal tumour, Dr. Lydgate. Her name's Nancy Nash. Patient of Dr. Minchin's.

He nods in MINCHIN's direction.

LYDGATE [lovely bedside manner]
Good morning, Nancy, how do you feel?
NANCY
Bad, sir.
CRABSTONE
She's in severe pain ... [undertone]
Dr. Minchin suggests I open her up and cut it out this morning.

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LYDGATE
May I take a look, Nancy? I'll be as gentle as I can. Tell me when you feel it ... there? There? There? And when I do this? Hmmm. Thank you, Nancy. [to CRABSTONE in an undertone]
That's not a tumour, it's cramp. Give her a blister and some steel mixture, and send her home to rest. I'll have a word with Minchin.

He looks over to where DR. MINCHIN waits. Oh, God, he thinks, this is going to be a bit tricky.


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3/24. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH MAIN STREET. DAY 32. [JUNE 1830] 1452

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. Refused to give his services to the new fever hospital ... well, we'll manage well enough in spite of him. I've an excellent house-surgeon in Crabstone, and I shall have to spend more time there myself for the time heing. The devil of it is, the work's unpaid.
[brightening]
Well, things can't last as they are: we'll have all sorts of reform soon, and then 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 he given up.
LYDGATE [shocked]
But why? You don't want to give it up?
ROSAMOND
I never give up anything I choose to do.

Her smile is ravishing.


[Page] 3/35

They stop outside a large and impressive house, which is now vacant.

ROSAMOND
Here is the house. It belonged to old Mrs. Bretton. It's the one I always longed to live in and it's so near to the hospital, but Papa says it's too expensive for a doctor.
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. Damn the expense. 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]
Tertius!
LYDGATE
You won't mind about new clothes. Those can be bought afterwards!
ROSAMOND
Tertius! What original ideas you clever men have! I never heard of the wedding clothes being bought after the marriage!
LYDGATE
You wouldn't deny me for the sake of a few clothes?
ROSAMOND
Tertius!

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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.

Live 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. DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1130link to note

LYDGATE and ROSAMOND, the happy couple, emerging on the church steps.

Nice to have the wedding at the central church in town (possibly Farebrother's church, St. Boltoph's) with a large crowd of SPECTATORS watching and commenting.

MRS. DOLLOP
Handsome couple, though. No denying that.
MRS. FLETT
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. DOLLOP
No! He never, did he?
MRS. FLETT
Poised above her with the knife when her brother burst in, I heard.
MRS. DOLLOP
No! [pause]
Handsome, though.
MRS. FLETT
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. PLYMDALE
Not but what I'm thankful for my Ned's sake, though he could afford to keep such a wife better than Mr. Lydgate, for all his grand ways. I've never liked it when strangers come into a town and take on airs.
MRS. BULSTRODE
I cannot agree with you there, Selina. For my Nicholas was a stranger here at one time. 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
Vincy's had to dig deep in his pocket for this palaver.
STANDISH
Reckon he's got himself a bargain?
HAWLEY
No better than Brooke got with "The Pioneer" and that young rogue he's got to edit it ... look, there they go, as thick as thieves ... they say Brooke's putting up for Parliament, with his protege to puff him in "The Pioneer"!

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, the young sprig? Some loose fish from London I suppose.link to note

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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, shouldn't wonder.link to note

[Page] 3/40

3/26. INT./EXT. BROOKE'S CARRIAGE. MIDDLEMARCH MARKET SQUARE/ ROAD NEAR LOWICK. DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1146

BROOKE and LADISLAW get in the carriage and it rolls off.

BROOKE
A lovely girl, though, Rosamond Vincy. Rosamond Lydgate, I should say, now. But let's hear your article again.
LADISLAW
The whole thing?
BROOKE
No, no, just the final paragraph if you would ...
LADISLAW
"The Pioneer considers this to be a time when the crying needs of the country might overcome the modesty and reluctance to public action ..."

We start in the square, but now the voice takes us into the country road near Lowick.

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[Page] 3/42

3/27. EXT. LOWICK GROUNDS. DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1148

BROOKE's coach on the road near the entrance to Lowick Manor.

LADISLAW [V/O continued]
... reluctance to public action on the part of men of large experience of life, men whose minds have acquired breadth as well as concentration, judgment as well as tolerance, dispassionateness tempered by intelligence and energy ... the name of Brooke of Tipton is a name that 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 [V/O]
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. INT/EXT. BROOKE'S CARRIAGE. LOWICK GROUNDS. DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1212
LADISLAW
Yes, this will do for me.

The coach comes to a halt.

BROOKE
Calling on Casaubon? I'll come with you.
LADISLAW
No - there is a particular sketch I want to take within the grounds.
BROOKE
I'll see you for dinner, then?
LADISLAW
With pleasure, sir.

See him in long shot getting down from the coach and striding into the grounds.


[Page] 3/44

3/29. EXT. GROUNDS OF LOWICK. DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1256

LADISLAW sketching, not very far from the house.

The weather is getting nasty. Dark. A rumble of thunder and a few spots of rain and we can hear the gusts of wind.

LADISLAW turns his collar up and continues.

Then another crash of thunder, a flash of lightning, and a sudden heavy shower deluges down.

He hesitates briefly, then runs towards the house.


[Page] 3/45

3/30. INT. LOWICK (HALL). DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1301

LADISLAW has just been let in by PRATT the butler, brushing the drops of rain from his long curls.

PRATT's quite a lively type who likes LADISLAW, not the pompous type of butler at all.

LADISLAW
Don't disturb Mr. Casaubon on my account, Pratt, I'll wait till the shower's over and be on my way ...
PRATT [overlapping a bit]
Master's out, sir, but Mrs. Casaubon's in the library. I'm sure she'd be glad to see you Mr. Ladislaw ...

He's already leading the way there, a very short distance.

LADISLAW
Oh, very well; I wouldn't want to be a nuisance, though ...

DOROTHEA looks up as the door opens.

DOROTHEA
Mr. Ladislaw!
LADISLAW
Mrs. Casaubon.

PRATT closes the door after him, and walks back along the hall, feeling rather pleased that his mistress has got some lively company for a change.


[Page] 3/46

3/31. EXT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1332

The rain lashes down on the windows.

We can dimly see the distorted shapes of LADISLAW and DOROTHEA inside, on the window seat in the library.


[Page] 3/47

3/32. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1332link to note

They've been talking for a while. The atmosphere is quite intimate.link to note

LADISLAW
I really came for the chance of seeing you alone. I wanted to talk about things, as we did in Rome.
DOROTHEA
It seems strange how much I said to you then.
LADISLAW
I remember them 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 hushand a secretary? - then you could walk, and ride, and get your colour back, and only help him in lighter ways.
DOROTHEA
How can you think of that? I should have no happiness if I didn't help him in his work... the only thing I desire is to help him more. [pause]
Please do not mention that again.

[Page] 3/48

LADISLAWlink to note
Certainly not, now I know your feeling.

Pause.

LADISLAW
Did you know I was his secretary for a while?
DOROTHEA [smiling]
I should not have thought that post would have suited you.
LADISLAW
It did not suit Mr. Casaubon. I don't think he likes anyone to overlook his work and what he is trying to do. He is too doubtful - 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. It was an abominable thing that my Grandmother should have been disinherited.
DOROTHEA
I wonder how she bore the change from wealth to poverty. Do you know much about her?
LADISLAW
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 she was disinherited. My mother ran away from her family too, to get her own living - went on the stage, in fact. You see I come from rebellious blood on both sides.

[Page] 3/49

His brilliant smile. One thing about him: he doesn't take himself too seriously. She's been looking very serious and intent. Now she smiles too.

Pause.

DOROTHEA
And now you are settled here again?
LADISLAW
For the time being. 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 shall go.
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. She's too innocent by half.

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
But - 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
I can't wait today. The rain's over now and your uncle is expecting me. And I feel the need to use my body - a five mile walk to Tipton with the sun gleaming on the wet grass is just what I require!

[Page] 3/50

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.link to note

But all he does, of course, is take her hand.

LADISLAW
Goodbye.link to note

[Page] 3/51

3/33. EXT. LOWICK GROUNDS. DAY 33. [AUGUST 183O] 1342

LADISLAW striding out over the wet grass, away from the road.link to note

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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[Page] 3/54

3/36. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. DAY 33. [AUGUST 1830] 1357

CASAUBON sits down, rather heavily, in an easy chair. Though tired, he appears in a good mood.link to note

DOROTHEA
Did you find Mr. Spanning well, Edward?
CASAUBON
Tolerably well, my dear. He was good enough to speak very handsomely of my late tractate on the Egyptian Mysteries.
DOROTHEA
Edward, Mr. Ladislaw has just been here. You missed him only by a few minutes.
CASAUBON
Indeed.

His calm is shattered. He feels uneasy, jealous, scared.

DOROTHEA [not realising this]
Yes - he was hoping to see you. Now that he is independent of your financial support he is seeking some fixed occupation. He would like to stay in the neighbourhood, he says, because no one cares for him elsewhere.

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.

DOROTHEA
It appears that my Uncle has bought one of the Middlemarch newspapers, and has asked Mr Ladislaw to conduct it for him ...

[Page] 3/55

She tails off rather because she has noticed his face.

CASAUBON
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
No - 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.

Hear his voice over:

CASAUBON [V/O in a tone of controlled savagery]
Dear Mr. Ladislaw, Mrs. Casaubon informs me that a proposal has been made for you. Let me inform you that your acceptance of this proposal would be highly offensive to me ...

[Page] 3/56

3/37. INT. PIONEER PRINTROOM. DAY 34. [AUGUST 1830] 1OOO

LADISLAW in shirtsleeves with CASAUBON's letter in his hand ...

CASAUBON [V/O cont]
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 ...
LADISLAW
Ha!
CASAUBON [V/O cont]
... but associated at best with political adventurers, at worst with scoundrels. 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's that, Mr. Ladislaw?
LADISLAW
Nothing, Jenkins. Ah! Freedom is a noble thing, eh?
PRINTER
It is, sir. And in short supply.

[Page] 3/57

The papers rolling off the press.

LADISLAW's intent gaze. His voice over:

LADISLAW [V/O]
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.

[No Sc.3/38: no page 3/58]


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3/39. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. NIGHT 34. [AUGUST 1830] 2219

CASAUBON reads the letter from LADISLAW.

LADISLAW [V/O 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.


[Page] 3/60

3/40. INT. LOWICK. HALL AND STAIRS. NIGHT 34. [AUGUST 1830] 2221

CASAUBON slowly climbing the stairs.


[Page] 3/61

3/41. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. NIGHT 34. [AUGUST 1830] 2246link to note

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 about money - that I have always had too much, and the prospect of too much ... and about your Aunt Julia, how she was cut off from the family only because she married a poor man. And about her grandson Will - 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]
Mr. Ladislaw has no doubt spoken to you on this subject.

[Page] 3/62

DOROTHEA
No, no, not at all! - but I was thinking you are so good, so just! - would it not be a fine thing to give him now the money that would enable him to take his true place in society - and then he need not take on employment that might be beneath him.
[pause]
Edward?
CASAUBON
Dorothea, my love: this is not the first occasion on which you have assumed a judgment on subjects beyond your scope. It is not for you to interfere between me and Mr. Ladislaw, still less to encourage communications from him to you which constitute a criticism on my procedure.

All that, including "my love" in a cold implacable tone.

DOROTHEA feels rejected, worse: crushed.

CASAUBON
Be so good as to put out the candle.

She reaches forward, pauses, and snuffs out the light.

And a couple of doomy chords take us to:link to note


[Page] 3/63

3/42. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. DAY 35. [AUGUST 1830] 0930

CASAUBON at his desk.

PRATT in the doorway.

PRATT
Yes, Mr. Casaubon?
CASAUBON
Would you ask Mr. Standish to wait upon me at his earliest convenience? I wish to make certain alterations to the documents he drew up for me last April. He will know to which documents I refer.

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3/45. EXT. FRESHITT. DAY 36. [AUGUST 1830] 1130

A beautiful day, and a beautiful view of the house, and we hear the sound of a BABY gurgling contentedly over our view of the house, and the beginning of CELIA's speech before we cut to:

[No Sc.3/46 : no page 3/68]


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3/47. INT. FRESHITT. DRAWING ROOM. DAY 36. [AUGUST 1830] 1131

CELIA, DOROTHEA, and CELIA's very small NEW BABY are at one end of the room. MRS CADWALLADER, LADY CHETTAM and SIR JAMES at the other.

CELIA
There, Dodo! Is he not quite the most perfect little creature you ever saw?
DOROTHEA
Indeed he is. Probably the most perfect baby that ever lived.
CELIA
Probably? Certainly he is, certainly! Aren't you, my sweet one?

She looks at Dorothea now.

CELIA
It is, truly, a wonderful thing, though don't you think?

DOROTHEA responds warmly and affectionately: it's something she would have loved for herself but she doesn't begrudge CELIA her happiness.

DOROTHEA
Yes, it is.

And now we're with MRS CADWALLADER.


[Page] 3/69a

MRS. CADWALLADER
But what about all 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 want him to take Caleb Garth on again as 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, is going to have to teach that man some sense.

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3/48. EXT. TIPTON. DAY 36. [AUGUST 1830] 1542

CHETTAM's carriage drawing up outside Brooke's house.

SERVANTS run out to hold the horses and to help DOROTHEA down.

DOROTHEA
Thank you. You won't come in with me?
CHETTAM
You'll do much better on your own. And Celia frets, you know, when I'm away from her. Be firm with him. I think we must be cruel to be kind, you know.

She smiles at him and goes into the house.

He looks after her. 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. DAY 36. [AUGUST 30] 1555

BROOKE and LADISLAW. Heads close together.

BROOKE
Excellent, excellent, Ladislaw. I should never have thought of that, you know, though I went into it pretty deeply at one time.
LADISLAW
Sheep stealing, sir?
BROOKE
Yes, no; capital punishment was what I meant, in fact, but excellent, excellent, we shall do a great deal, you and I!

Door opens.

MRS KELL
Mrs. Casaubon is here, sir.
BROOKE
Dorothea! Excellent!

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.

[Page] 3/72

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 anything of the kind.
DOROTHEA
But I am sure you will, Uncle, for you mean to enter Parliament, I know, as a member who cares for progress, and how could you do that while your tenants live in filth and squalor?

MRS KELL, the housekeeper, comes in and rescues BROOKE for the moment.

BROOKE
Yes, what is it?
MRS KELL
The keeper's caught Dagley's boy, sir, with a leveret fresh killed.
BROOKE
Has he indeed? I'll go and speak with the boy's father ... [to DOROTHEA]
Will you come with me, Dorothea, as far as Dagley's cottage?
DOROTHEA
Yes, of course, if you wish, Uncle?
BROOKE
I shall let him off lightly, you know. Wait there while I talk to the keeper.

Off goes BROOKE.


[Page] 3/73

DOROTHEA goes to the window, where outside we can see the big dog, MONK, barking and growling at DAGLEY'S BOY who stands with the KEEPER, as BROOKE bumhles out to them.

DOROTHEA
Monk! Monk! [turning to LADISLAW, smiling and then catching his expression]
Is something the matter?
LADISLAW
I ... you do know that Mr. Casaubon has forbidden me to visit you?
DOROTHEA
No, I did not know. I am very sorry. But ... you still intend to stay at Tipton?
LADISLAW
Yes. But ... 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's a dreadful imprisonment!

He didn't really mean to say it, it just came out.

DOROTHEA
No, please don't think that. I have no longings. Except ...
LADISLAW [eagerly]
What?

[Page] 3/74

DOROTHEA
Except that I wish I hadn't so much more than my share, without really doing anything for others. Tell me - do you think that by desiring what is good and perfect, even when we don't know how to achieve it, we're part of the struggle against evil?
LADISLAW
My religion is to love what's 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 don't like.
DOROTHEA
But if you like what is good, that comes to the same thing.

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
But how long my uncle is - I must go and look for him!

[Page] 3/75

3/50. EXT. TIPTON ESTATE. MUDDY LANE TO DAGLEY'S COTTAGE. DAY 36. [AUGUST 1830] 1632link to note

It's the same lane leading to the tumbledown cottages that we travelled with Dorothea in Episode 1.

BROOKE and DOROTHEA are in a one-pony trap with the dog MONK running ahead.

BROOKE
Chettam finds fault with me about gates, and repairs, and wants me to go fancy farming, but I'd like to know another landlord who's as easy ahout rent arrears as I have been. I'm very easy, I'm uncommonly easy, I'm well known for going easy, treasured for it.
DOROTHEA
I know it Uncle, but if the whole estate was under proper professional management ...
BROOKE
Yes, yes, well, well, I dare say, ah, here we are! And there's Dagley himself!

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3/51. EXT. DAGLEY COTTAGE. DAY 36. [AUGUST 1830] 1634

DAGLEY has been to the pub, which has not improved his temper, and is trying to shore up a window-shutter which is hanging loose off one of its hinges.

His cottage is of course a total slum, falling to bits. Front door open. His dog lies on the front step.

DAGLEY [to the shutter]
Damn you and blast you, git up and stay put ...

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!

DAGLEY, giving the shutter a last savage bang.

DAGLEY [turning]
What? Ah, Mr. Brooke, is it? And I'm your good fellow, am I? Well I'm very glad to hear that! I'm very glad to hear I'm your good fellow!

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, I'm afraid your little lad's been poaching, Dagley. Johnson will bring him back before dark, and then you should give him a reprimand, you know, a reprimand.

[Page] 3/77

DAGLEY
No I won't.

MRS. DAGLEY appears in the doorway.

BROOKE [a bit relieved to see her]
Ah, how d'you do, Mrs. Dagley?

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 was twenty landlords i'stead of one, and that a bad 'un!
BROOKE
Now, now, I didn't mean the stick, you know.
DAGLEY
Stick, is it? You talk of stick on these premises! You won't give a stick towards mending! Stick, he says! Worst landlord in the county! You go to Middlemarch and axe for your character there!
MRS. DAGLEY
Dagley, hold your tongue. [to BROOKE]
He's been to market, sir, and taken liquor, and he's heard about reform, sir, he don't mean any harm.
DAGLEY
I will not hold my tongue! I can carry my liquor well as he can! Talks about Rinform, he does! Come the Rinform, it's you and your likes'll be sent scuttling!

[Page] 3/78

BROOKE
Now, now, Dagley, you're drunk, you know, we'll talk another time, you know, another time ... good day to you Mrs. Dagley ...

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
Yes, well, this isn't the way at all you know ...

He's outside now, rejoining DOROTHEA, who's been watching in some anxiety.

BROOKE
We chose a bad time, I'm afraid the man's the worse for drink, he was most uncouth, quite overstepped the mark ... but you know, my dear, reflecting on Chettam's notion that Garth might take on the management, you see he has an eye for detail, while I take a broader view of things ...

DAGLEY's dog is still barking till they're out of sight. DAGLEY and his wife have started to quarrel.

DOROTHEA [smiling]
Uncle, I think that would be an excellent idea!link to note

[Page] 3/79

3/52. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DAY 37. [SEPT 1830] 1655

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. Through the window we can see LYDGATE at his desk.


[Page] 3/80

3/53. INT. LYDGATE'S DRAWING ROOM. DAY 37. [SEPT 1830] 1701

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.

He shoves them back in the drawer, just as ROSAMOND calls:

ROSAMOND [ad lib - OOV]
Tertius?

She comes in, smiling.

ROSAMOND
Tertius, don't you think this is 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 it does suit me, doesn't it?
LYDGATE [smiling]
You will ruin me.

He stands and goes to her. Takes her in his arms.


[Page] 3/81

LYDGATE
It becomes you very well.

He takes it from her and throws it across the room.

ROSAMOND
Tertius.

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.

LYDGATE
Ruin me. Ah ... ruin me.

He picks her up, carries her over to the chaise longue, and starts making love to her.


[Page] 3/82

3/54. EXT. GARTH HOUSE. DAY 37. (DUSK) [SEPT 1830] 1920

It's a warm evening in September, so the GARTHS might well be in the garden:

MRS. GARTH and MARY at their sewing, LETTY playing with her doll. CALEB is doing some calculations in a notebook.

CALEB
That's that then. I'll make Brooke have new agreements with the tenants, and I'll draw up a rotation of crops. It's fine work, Susan! Man without a family would be glad to do it for nothing.
MRS. GARTH
Mind you don't, though.

MARY smiles.

MARY
Here's Mr. Farebrother.

He's coming up the orchard walk.

FAREBROTHER
Lovely evening! Mrs. Garth: Caleb. Mary. How's Letty?
LETTY
Very well thank you, sir.
FAREBROTHER
Good! I come as an envoy, Mrs. Garth, from poor Fred Vincy.

[Page] 3/83

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, and I don't think he dares show his face here.
MRS. GARTH
I'm not surprised.
FAREBROTHER
But he asked me to tell you how miserable he feels about his debt to you, and his inability to pay.
CALEB [huge smile]
Tell him it doesn't signify a farthing, because I'm going to be as rich Croesus!
FAREBROTHER
No.
CALEB
Oh, yes, indeed!
MRS. GARTH
Well, rich enough to educate Alfred and keep Mary at home.
CALEB
I'm going to be agent for two estates, Freshitt and Tipton, and a bit of Lowick besides. It makes me very happy, Mr. Farebrother: it's an uncommon cramping thing to sit on horseback and look over the hedges at the wrong thing, and not to be able to put your hand to it to make it right.

At this point, MARY goes over to LETTY to take her inside.


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MARY [overlaps with the first part of FAREBROTHER's speech]
Come on, Letty, bring your doll.
FAREBROTHER
I'm delighted for you, Caleb: this is the best sort of news to carry to Fred Vincy. He's going to try again for his degree, to please his father, though he hates the idea of becoming a clergyman.
MARY
He'd make a ridiculous clergyman. The sort that brings the whole profession into disrepute.

That as a rather sharp and deeply felt exit line.

FAREBROTHER
Well: that was so cutting I felt a little bit cut myself.

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3/55. INT. GARTH HOUSE. PARLOUR. NIGHT 37. [SEPT 1830] 2050link to note

CALEB is turning up the oil lamp in the parlour.

MRS. GARTH
He's fond of Mary.
CALEB
She's a good girl, and he's known her since she was a baby. Why would he not be fond of her?
MRS. GARTH
You don't see what's staring you in the face, do you? He loves her, Caleb. And he's ten times the man that idle scamp Fred Vincy will ever be. But for all that ... ah, well, never mind.
CALEB
I have been thinking about Fred, Susan. I could do him a good turn, I think. Christy's gone, Alfred will be gone soon. I shall want help, and Fred might come and learn the business under me. What do you think?
MRS. GARTH
I think there's nothing honest his family would object to more. They want him to be a fine gentleman, Caleb.
CALEB
Well it seems a shame to me. The lad's of age and he should get his bread. And I shall need an extra hand, no doubt of that. Work seems to breed work. Only today, I had two men at me on different sides to do the same bit of valuing. Stone Court. One was Mr. Rigg, the owner. The other was Mr. Bulstrode.

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3/56. EXT. ROAD OR PATH ABOVE STONE COURT. DAY 38. [OCTOBER 1830] 1542

BULSTRODE and MRS. BULSTRODE in their pony­ trap, looking down over Stone Court.

BULSTRODE
So how should you like to the mistress of Stone Court and all the Featherstone land, Harriet?
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, Harriet.

[No Scenes 3/57-3/61 : therefore no pages 3/87-3/92]


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3/62. EXT. LOWICK. YEW TREE WALK. LATE AFTERNOON. DAY 39. [DEC 1830] 1520

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.

CASAUBON
Dr. Lydgate. I am obliged to you for your punctuality.

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3/63. EXT. LOWICK. YEW TREE WALK. LATER. DAY 39. [DEC J830] 1539

LYDGATE and CASAUBON have almost reached the end of the Walk, where there's a Summerhouse.

Perhaps we might hear CASAUBON'S opening words as a voice over as we see them from a distance:

CASAUBON
My life, Dr Lydgate, derives a possible importance through my work, at present uncompleted: a "Key to All Mythologies". It is, I believe, all that I will be remembered for, and - if I am to die soon ­ I would wish to leave it in such a state that it might be committed to the press by ..... others. You understand what I am saying?
LYDGATE
Yes. Yes, I do.
CASAUBON
You have not implied that my symptons were 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.link to note

Now we're in on CASAUBON to catch his reaction. 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".


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CASAUBON [after a pause]
I thank you, Dr. Lydgate. 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.
CASAUBON
I see. Thank you.

He turns hack to look at the house, which might appear now as a silhouette as the sun is going down. Long shadows. The rooks calling.


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3/64. EXT. LOWICK. A LITTLE LATER. DAY 39 [DEC 1830] 1558

LYDGATE trots away.

DOROTHEA looks out of the window to see CASAUBON walking towards the house, his head bowed.


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3/65. INT. LOWICK MANOR. HALL. STILL LATE AFTERNOON. DAY 39. [DEC 1830] 1600

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.

DOROTHEA
Edward?

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.

DOROTHEA
What have I done - what am I? - that you should treat me so?

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3/66. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. NIGHT 39. [DEC 1830] 2307

DOROTHEA's in her nightie, looking out of the window into the night.

The door is open. She's listening.

We hear the library door open downstairs, and CASAUBON's footsteps in the hall.

Quickly she gets a candle and goes out on to the landing.


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3/67. INT. LOWICK. LANDING AND STAIRS. NIGHT 39. [DEC 1830] 2308

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 need not extend your life by watching.

And they go along the gloomy darkening corridor, away from us, together.link to note


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3/68. EXT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. DAY 40. [DEC 1830] 1145

DOROTHEA's carriage draws up outside.

The MAN comes round and opens the door for her.

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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3/69. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL. DAY 40. [DEC 1830] 1149

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 is 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. DAY 40. [DEC 1830] 1152

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.

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 before I go home - 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's at the new hospital. I am not sure how soon he will come home. Should 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 had not thought of seeing you here.
LADISLAW
Well. May I be of service? May I go to the hospital and fetch him?

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?)


[Page] 3/103

DOROTHEA
No. I - I wish to lose no time. You are very kind, but I will drive to the Hospital myself and see him there - Pray excuse me, Mrs. Lydgate. I am very much obliged to you. Thank you. 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.

LADISLAW
I must go too - it's always fatal to have music interrupted.

He looks irritated, and he is.

ROSAMOND
Do come again, some evening. Tertius will like to hear the music; and I cannot enjoy it so well without him.

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3/71. INT. NEW HOSPITAL. OFFICE/ DISPENSARY. DAY 40. [DEC 1830] 1256

DOROTHEA and LYDGATE in an office or dispensary that looks out over a busy ward through windows.

DOROTHEA
And there is truly no further cause for anxiety, no marked deterioration? I thought he seemed ... diminished, somehow, shaken.
LYDGATE
In his mind, rather than his body, I feel. Each of us knows that we must die, but when we must grasp it as a certainty, as something very near, and palpable ... even the most devout must feel a certain terror.link to note
DOROTHEA
Yes. Yes. I am sure you are right. Poor Edward.

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, there's all to be done here. The other medical men have set themselves against it. Well, they'll come round in time. But then there's money too. Bulstrode can't be expected to foot all the bills, but half the town seem to delight in thwarting him, and me.

[Page] 3/105

DOROTHEA
Why would they do that?
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 themselves, but try to blacken the whole affair and hinder subscriptions.link to note
DOROTHEA
How very petty! I am very sorry to hear this, Dr. Lydgate.

DOROTHEA bristles at the thought of injustice, and smoulders for a moment.

DOROTHEA
I should like to help you, if I can. I am sure that I could spare two hundred a year for a grand purpose like this ... a hospital where everyone can come without fear of expense, and in confidence of the very best, most modern care!
LYDGATE
You're very generous, Mrs. Casaubon.
DOROTHEA
No, 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!

Endearingly over the top with her enthusiasm, as usual. 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. NIGHT 40. [DEC 1830] 1950

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'll tell you. I was thinking about Vesalius.
ROSAMOND
Who was he?
LYDGATE
He was a great anatomist. But the only way he could study was to go at night and snatch bodies from graveyards, or places of execution.
ROSAMOND
Ugh. I hope he's not one of your great heroes.

She's being very little girly and he's being very Big Doctor, it's sort of foreplay really. Little Red Riding Hood meets Burke and Hare.


[Page] 3/107

LYDGATE
But he is, Rosy, he is. All the other doctors were against him, 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
Oh, 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.

They are both thinking their separate thoughts.

ROSAMOND
Tertius.
LYDGATE
Mm?
ROSAMOND
D'you know, I often wish you hadn't become a medical man?
LYDGATE [drawing her close]
No, Rosy, don't say that; that's like saying you wish you'd married another man.
ROSAMOND
Still. I do not think it a nice profession.
LYDGATE [with passion]
But Rosy - you don't understand - that is what I am.

She sighs

[No page 3/108]


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3/73. EXT. LOWICK CHURCH. DAY 41. [MAR 1831] 0920link to note

Start to hear CASAUBON's voice over:

CASAUBON [V/O]
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, and I thought as a child.link to note

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3/74. INT. LOWICK CHURCH. DAY 41. [MAR 1831] 0920

LADISLAW is sitting by himself in the church. There is a CONGREGATION there, but he is sitting alone. On his face for:link to note

CASAUBON [OOV]
But when I became a man, I put away childish things.

Now we are looking at CASAUBON, and the next lines are very inward to him, and cut to DOROTHEA, with LADISLAW behind her, staring intently at her, before the end:

CASAUBON
For now we see through a glass, darkly, but then, face to face: now, I know in parts; then shall I know even as also I am known.

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3/75. EXT. LOWICK CHURCH. DAY 41. [MAR 183l] 0935

The PEOPLE are coming out. DOROTHEA on CASAUBON's arm.

LADISLAW is waiting in the churchyard, waiting to be acknowledged. He just needs to see her and speak to her so much. But CASAUBON, who is aware of LADISLAW's presence, avoids looking at him by a tortoise-like contortion of his head.

DOROTHEA looks up at LADISLAW once, briefly. She looks embarrassed and distressed.link to note

CASAUBON [V/O]
And now abideth, faith, hope, charity; these three; but the greatest of these is charity.link to note

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3/76. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. DAY 41. [MAR 1831] 1020link to note

CASAUBON and DOROTHEA.link to note

He is feverishly agitated. The notebooks in disarray on the table.

CASAUBON link to note
Now there is not time to lose - we have dallied too long. This is the first step in a sifting process 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
But where am I to start?link to note
CASAUBON
Here, with the Egyptians, of course. No ­ here, with the Apocryphal. Copy the marked passages, the marked passages only, and no others, do you understand?
DOROTHEA
But Edward, they are all marked.
CASAUBON
Then copy them all.

The task seems Herculean, hopeless.

[No Sc.3/77 : no page 113-4link to note]


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3/78. EXT. LOWICK. NIGHT 41/42. [MAR 1831] 0145

The dark hulk of Lowick. Outside, the nocturnal creatures scurry. A fox barks unseen, and then we see it cross the lawn; the squawking of some disturbed game bird.


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3/79. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. NIGHT 41/42. [MAR 1831] 0146link to note

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 dear, before we sleep, 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.link to note

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's a hand reaching out to control her from the grave.

She hesitates.


[Page] 3/117

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
No, dear, no! Edward: may I wait and reflect a little? I desire with my whole soul to do what will comfort you. Will you not grant me till tomorrow? Please Edward, I beg you.

Pause. Then be nods his head once.

CASAUBON
Till tomorrow, then.

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3/80. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. NIGHT 41/42. [MAR 1831] 0200 plus

CASAUBON sleeping and breathing heavily in bed.

DOROTHEA is sitting up in a chair, sleepless.

Montage of shots of her as the night passes. Shifting position.

His still profile.


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3/81. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MORNING. DAY 42 [MAR 1831] 0705

It's light in the room, and at last DOROTHEA's sound asleep in the chair.

She wakes, and CASAUBON is not there.

DOROTHEA
Tantripp?

TANTRIPP comes in.

DOROTHEA
Is Mr. Casaubon risen?
TANTRIPP
This half hour, ma'am. He said that he would await your answer in the Yew Tree Walk, ma'am.
DOROTHEA
Oh, Tantripp, quickly, I must dress.

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3/82. EXT. LOWICK. DAY 42. [MAR 1831] 0725

See DOROTHEA come out of the house and hurry down the Yew Tree Walk.


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3/83. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. DAY 42. [MAR 1831] 0726

PRATT is tidying up the books on the desk.

TANTRIPP watches DOROTHEA hurry past.

TANTRIPP
I wish every book in the house was built into a catacomb for your master.

PRATT smiles.


[Page] 3/122

3/84. EXT. LOWICK. YEW TREE WALK. DAY 42. [MAR 1831] 0727link to note

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. I am come to answer.

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. Wake, dear. I am here now. I am come to give my answer.

Long shot, I think, down the Walk, of the little tableau in the summerhouse.

The rooks cawing. The wind in the trees.link to note

[END OF EPISODE THREE.]


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THE SENDING OF THIS SCRIPT DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AN OFFER OF ANY PART IN IT.

REVISED ISSUE 3 - 16.02.93

MIDDLEMARCHlink to note

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 4link to note

PRODUCER ··· LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producer ... ALISON GEE
Script Editor ··· SUSIE CHAPMANlink to note
Producer's Secretary ··· LUCY HOARE

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ··· SAM BRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
Continuity ··· JANE GRIFFITHS
P.A. ··· UNA SAPLAMIDES
Finance Assistant ··· IAN BOALER
Second Assistant Director ... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ··· ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD

LIGHTING CAMERAMAN ... BRIAN TUFANO
Camera Assistant ··· IAN JACKSON
Clapper Loader ... JULIAN BUCKNALL
SOUND RECORDIST ... DICK BOULTER
Sound Assistant ··· TIM BOISSAUD-COOKE
Grip ... ROY RUSSELL
LIGHTING GAFFER ... ALAN MUHLEY
Best Boy ... TERRY MONTAGUE
FILM EDITOR ... JERRY LEON
FILM EDITOR ... PAUL TOTHILL

DESIGNER ... GERRY SCOTT
Art Director ... JOHN COLLINS
Art Director ... MARK KEBBY
Buyer ... SARA RICHARDSON
Set Dresser ··· MARJ PRATT
Construction Manager ... BARRY MOLL
Design Op. Supervisor ... VIC YOUNG
Prop Master ··· BOB ELTON
Prod. Op. ... MARK BEVAN
Prod. Op. ··· DANNY EUSTON
Prod. Op· ··· JOE MALONE

CONTINUED


[Page] [ii]

COSTUME DESIGNER ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Costume Assistant ... THERESA HUGHES
Costume Assistant ... SALLY PLUMB
Dresser ... SUE BURROWS
Dresser ... RUSSELL BARNETT
MAKE-UP DESIGNER ... DEANNE TURNER
Make-Up Assistant ... JUDITH GILL-DOUGHERTY
Make-Up Assistant ... JANE BURSTOW
Make-Up Assistant ... PHILLIPPA HALL
VISUAL EFFECTS DESIGNER ... STUART BRISDON

CASTING DIRECTOR ... GAIL STEVENS
Assistant ... ANDY PRYOR

Artists Booker ... MAGGIE ANSON

Researcher ... JUNE AVERIL


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4/1. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. MARCH 1831. DAY 43. (1040).link to note

LADISLAW striding along, bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

The square is full of PEOPLE, some going about their business, some gathered in knots and talking eagerly, even quarrelling.

On one corner a wild-eyed and rather scruffy AGITATOR has set up a box and is haranguing a small crowd. Nearby a MAN is putting up pro-reform posters.link to note

LADISLAW greeting acquaintances on the move.

LADISLAW
Morning! Good morning! How are you? [to the bill-sticker ]
That's it, Shrevely!
MAN IN ARGUING GROUP
Ladislaw! Just the man! Over here! Here's the man to put us straight!
LADISLAW
Sorry, Tonks, late as it is. Come round to the Pioneer office later - or you could try our friend over there!

And he strides on his way to the Pioneer office, while we get closer to the AGITATOR, who has got his own little circle, and a loose-knit audience.

HAWLEY and one or two other gents listening on the fringes.

AGITATOR
I go up and down the country, friends, and all I see is rich folk's boots on poor folk's necks, one law for rich and one for poor, and absentee landlords, living high in their grand houses paid with our rents, our labour, and we never see 'em from one year's end to the next, unless they come and see us hanged for sport!link to note

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People shouting "Aye, aye, he's right!"

HAWLEY
Seditious poppycock, I'd have a care, my friend, if I were you!

He and his friends move away: they were only stopping to sample, as it were.

AGITATOR
Aye, you'd hang me soon enough, too, no doubt about it, 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!
SUPPORTERSlink to note
Aye, aye, give it to him, that's the way!
HAWLEY
Damn me, the fellow's talking revolution!
OTHER TORY [rumbling]
Never happen in England.
HAWLEY
Happened in France.
OTHER TORY
Well, France ...

They're going away from us and we cut sharply into:link to note


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4/2. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. PIONEER OFFICE. MARCH 1831. DAY 43 (1120).link to note

BROOKE and LADISLAW. Feverish activity going on in the background.

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 with reform and give the vote to every Tom Dick and Harry, that would be changing the balance of the constitution do you see?
LADISLAW
But we want to change the balance of the constitution, that's what Reform is about.link to note
BROOKE
Yes, yes, I suppose you're right - but we don't want to go to extremes, you know.
LADISLAWlink to note
The extreme in this case is the tumbril and the guillotine, Mr. Brooke. So we must embrace reform, not nibble at bits of it. That's like asking for a bit of an avalanche which is already on its way!
BROOKE
Aye, that's good! That's very good! That avalanche was first rate! You see that's the sort of thing I want - not ideas, you know, but a way of putting them. My word, though, you express yourself well, you'd be a capital Member of Parliament yourself, Ladislaw!
LADISLAW
One day, perhaps.

[Page] 4/4

BROOKElink to note
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 forget sir that a prime purpose of reform is to get rid of pocket boroughs!
BROOKE
Oh, yes, yes, to be sure, of course.
LADISLAW
There are far 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 I'd dedicate my life to changing all this moribund, complacent, cruel ...

He's got himself quite worked up and his fierceness momentarily alarms BROOKE.

Then LADISLAW catches himself and smiles.

LADISLAWlink to note
Still. First things first. We haven't got you elected yet, have we?
BROOKE
No. No, we haven't. Ladislaw, I must leave you now. Lowick, you know: wills, documents, sad business ... carry on with the good work - that avalanche was first rate - bit of an avalanche, excellent, goodbye, goodbye ..

LADISLAW's keen face at the mention of Lowick.link to note


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4/3. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MARCH 1831. DAY 43. (1430).

DOROTHEA and LYDGATE. She looks pale and unhappy and not well, reclining in a chair. She's been crying.

LYDGATE
Are you managing to sleep?
DOROTHEA
A little - I wake very early, to the most desolate thoughts ... not so much that he is gone but that I could do so little for him.

Casaubon's notebooks. His medicine bottle. His spectacles resting on a table catch the light and blink at her accusingly, making her turn away, fresh tears in her eyes.

DOROTHEA
We could not make each other happy!

She turns quite eagerly to LYDGATE, sure he will understand.

DOROTHEA
You see I wanted to help him with his work but it seemed hardly possible. And now I feel so - wretchedly weak, and miserable ... and guilty.

LYDGATE takes her hand and 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.

[Page] 4/6

4/4. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MARCH 1831. DAY 43 (1440).

CHETTAM and BROOKE, also in black. BROOKE sits at the desk still looking through legal documents.

CHETTAM on his feet, restless, furious.

CHETTAM
What a damned ungentlemanly thing to do! I never liked Casaubon, but to make a will like that! Leave her his money on condition she doesn't marry Ladislaw! What a damned insult to Dorothea! If the fellow were alive ... I'd call him out and shoot him!
BROOKE
Well, Casaubon was always a little twisted about Ladislaw, you know ...
CHETTAM
And now the world will think she gave him cause for it!
BROOKE
No, no, surely not! Heaven forbid!
CHETTAM
Oh, 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, steady on ...

[Page] 4/7

CHETTAM
Dorothea must come to us at Freshitt, and you must get rid of Ladislaw straight away. You must send him out of the country.
BROOKE
My dear Chettam, we can't ship him off like a head of cattle!
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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[Page] 4/9

4/6. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAWMSEY'S SHOP. MARCH 1831. DAY 44. (1518).link to note

MAWMSEY is at the front of his shop - just taking the air, in a pleasurable way.link to note

LYDGATE and FAREBROTHER stroll past.

FAREBROTHERlink to note
Good afternoon, Mr. Mawmsey!
MAWMSEY
Mr. Farebrother, a very good day to you. And Dr. Lydgate, very fortunate, if I might trouble you for a moment?

MAWMSEY speaks in a grandly confidential tone.link to note

MAWMSEY
The other day, Dr. Lydgate, when you were so good as to visit Mrs. Mawmsey, you, ah, you omitted to prescribe her strengthening medicine. You'll forgive me for mentioning your little oversight.
LYDGATE
It wasn't an oversight, Mr. Mawmsey. She doesn't need any strengthening medicine. She's as strong as a horse. 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!

[Page] 4/10

LYDGATElink to note
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 woudn't need to overdose the king's lieges - and that's the worst kind of treason, eh? Good day to you.

And off he goes with FAREBROTHER, who has been amused by this exchange.

MAWMSEY
Treason? No, I don't see that at all.link to note

[Page] 4/11

4/7a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. MARCH 1831. DAY 44. (1514).

LYDGATE and FAREBROTHER walking along.

FAREBROTHERlink to note
Lydgate, Lydgate, my dear friend. You have a thriving practice, you have the care of the hospital, you have your research, you are married to the loveliest creature in Middlemarch ... what more can you ask?
LYDGATE
You're right, Farebrother. I'd be a bear if I grumbled. But 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.link to note

He laughs. He's still basically optimistic.

LYDGATE
I dare say many men find that! Well, after all, one only spends the money once. It's not as if one buys a dinner service every week, is it?
FAREBROTHER
Indeed no. And as to opposition in the town, you'll weather it if you're prudent.

They pass a couple of women - they might be MRS. FLETT and MRS. DOLLOP - who are quite clearly gossiping about them.

Both men raise their hats.

The women turn away and continue their conversation.link to note


[Page] 4/12

LYDGATE
ow am I to he prudent? I do what needs to be done. 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.link to note
LYDGATE
Easier said than done, but I take your point. I shall tell Rosy that we must cut our coat according to our cloth. [he smiles fondly]
I can never get Rosy to see that beauty like hers needs no adornment. She's perfect in herself, Farebrother - like Botticelli's Venus rising from the waves!
FAREBROTHER
But she can hardly go about Middlemarch like Botticelli's Venus.
LYDGATE
No, that would not be prudent.link to note

[Page] 4/13

4/7b. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. STREET NEAR HOSPITAL. MARCH 1831. DAY 44. (1532).

LYDGATE and FAREBROTHER are getting nearer to the hospital now, both smiling after that little exchange about Rosy.

Then FAREBROTHER stops - he might even take LYDGATE's arm.

FAREBROTHER
Lydgate: don't get too close to Bulstrode. I know you do good work with his help, but People would dearly love to bring him down, and anyone close to him. Keep a little distance from him, so that people can see fresh air between you.
LYDGATE
Bulstrode is nothing to me. His money is a means to good works, that's all.

BULSTRODE appears on the steps of the hospital, a pale, tight figure in contrast with these two lively, open, expressive men.

LYDGATE claps FAREBROTHER on the shoulder, and bounds up the steps to the hospital.

FAREBROTHER watches him, as BULSTRODE takes his arm, leans confidentially towards him, and walks him into the entrance.

LYDGATE does look as if he might be becoming BULSTRODE's creature, and perhaps the music thinks so too.

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[Page] 4/15

4/9. INT. FRESHITT. MORNING ROOM. APRIL 1831 DAY 45. (1137).

CELIA with the BABY, as DOROTHEA stares out of the window.

CELIA
What a funny face he's making! I'm sure he has his little thoughts! What is it. Dodo, what are you brooding over?
DOROTHEA
I want to go to Lowick and ... 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]
Celia, what is it? Tell me at once. You distress 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.

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 you - if you were to marry Mr. Ladislaw!

[Page] 4/16

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 never would think of doing such a thing but that only makes it worse of Mr. Casaubon. James says it is abominable of Mr. Casaubon, and not like a gentleman at all. He says it was to hinder Mr. Ladislaw from wanting to marry you for your money. Mrs. Cadwallader said you might as well marry an an ltalian with white mice.

DOROTHEA's face as she feels "a violent shock of repulsion from her departed husband". Her image of the room and CELIA, going in and out of focus ...

DOROTHEA
But how could he imagine ...link to note

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[Page] 4/19

4/11. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRESSING ROOM/ BEDROOM. APRIL 1831. NIGHT 45. (2215).

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, and he undoes buttons and lets her dress rustle to the floor.

LYDGATE
My Venus.

His big hands on her fragile body.

ROSAMOND
You must be very gentle with me, Tertius, now that I am with child.
LYDGATE
Am I not always gentle with you, Rosy?
ROSAMOND
Yes.

If she were a cat she'd be purring.


[Page] 4/20

LYDGATE
My dear girl ... my lovely one ...

He picks her up and carries her to the bed.


[Page] 4/21

4/12. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. APRIL 1831. NIGHT 45. (2305). LATER.

It's dark.

ROSAMOND
Tertius
LYDGATE
Mm?
ROSAMOND
I forgot to tell you: your cousin has accepted our invitation, and is to come and stay next month.
LYDGATE
Oh. What a bore.
ROSAMOND
Tertius. Everything bores you, apart from your work.
LYDGATE
Far from it. Far, far from it.

ROSAMOND smiles. Secrets of the marriage bed.


[Page] 4/22

4/13. EXT. LOWICK. DRIVE. APRIL 1831. DAY 46. (1006).

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.

DOROTHEA gets down, very pale and determined.

DOROTHEA [to CHETTAM]
No; I shall be better alone. You need not worry. If you will come for me at twelve, that would be very kind.

He watches her walk towards the house.

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[Page] 4/24

4/15. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. APRIL 1831. DAY 46. (1057).

PRATT opens the door and DOROTHEA comes through the door and looks towards the desk.

PRATT
I've had a fire laid, ma'am.
DOROTHEA
Thank you.

He closes the door.

She steadies herself and goes over to it Opens the drawers and starts taking out the papers. She doesn't like it, but it's her duty and she's going to do it.link to note

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[Page] 4/26

4/17. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. "PIONEER" OFFICE. APRIL 1831. DAY 46. (1113).

All in a mess, piles of paper, LADISLAW scribbling away. He looks up as LYDGATE comes in.link to note

LADISLAW
Lydgate, come in, 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 wants to prevent me from meeting his niece. Tell me, Lydgate, how is she?
LYDGATE
Low in spirits. Still, she is young and strong, I've no anxiety about her. You never see her now?
LADISLAW
Nor likely to, while she's at Freshitt Hall. That'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 at Rome.

[Page] 4/27

LYDGATE's keen face, taking this in.

LYDGATE
Rosy would be very sorry if you were in Rome - and so should I.link to note

He gets up to go.

LYDGATE
Till this evening, then.
LADISLAW
Till this evening.

[Page] 4/28

4/18. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. APRIL 1831. DAY 46. (1142).

DOROTHEA at the desk amongst a sea of papers, surrounded by a pile of dusty notehooks, relating to the Key to All Mythologies. On top of them all lies the "Synoptical Tabulation".

DOROTHEA presses her hand down on it. She feels under fearful pressure from the grave ... but she is determined to overcome it.

She pushes the notebooks aside and writes a note.

DOROTHEA [VO]
"No, Edward, I will not be bound. Do you not see that I could not submit my soul to yours by working hopelessly at what I have no belief in?"

She seals the note and puts it in the drawer.

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[Page] 4/30

4/20. INT. LYDGATE'S DRAWING ROOM. APRIL 1831. NIGHT 46. (2053)link to note

ROSAMOND finishing a song.

LADISLAW lying on the rug listening.

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
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]
Look here: there's a whole class of people that has 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.

[Page] 4/31

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]
Do you mean I cry Brooke up on any personal ground? My independence is as important to me as yours is to you, I assure you. But then motives are a point of honour, I suppose - nobody can prove them.

ROSAMOND becomes annoyed at being ignored.

ROSAMOND
How very unpleasant you both are this evening!
LYDGATE
Poor Rosy. Disputation is no fun for cherubs. Ask Ladislaw to sing with you.

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.link to note


[Page] 4/32

4/21. EXT. FRESHITT. GROUNDS. APRIL 183l. DAY 47. (1121).

DOROTHEA is walking with LYDGATE.

She looks much more healthy and energetic now she's made her decision.

DOROTHEA
You know so much more than I do, Dr. Lydgate: how should I dispose of the living at Lowick? 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 about another?
DOROTHEA
Of course.
LYDGATE
Mr. Farebrother, Vicar of St. Botolph's in Middlemarch. His living is a poor one, and he has to support an elderly mother, an aunt, and a sister. 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 .... and 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.

[Page] 4/33

DOROTHEA [decisive]
I should like to see Mr. Farebother 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, Dr. Lydgate, for your opinions.

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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[Page] 4/35

4/23. EXT. MAWMSEY'S SHOP. APRIL 1831. DAY 47. (1435).link to note

MAWMSEY can be out taking the air, waiting for the delivery of some hams that arrive at the end of the scene.link to note

MAWMSEY
Mr. Brooke of Tipton! Everything satisfactory, sir, about your last order?
BROOKE
Oh, yes, indeed, all very well, yes, but do you see, Mawmsey, I am come to talk a little politics with you, Reform, progress, and that sort of thing, you see, and to assure myself we shall have your vote when the time comes.
MAWMSEY
Well, Mr Brooke, 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
Yes, yes, of course.
MAWMSEY
Will Reform support Mrs Mawmsey and our six children when I am no more?
BROOKE
Well, God forbid that it should come to ...

[Page] 4/36

MAWMSEY
I ask you, sir, what am I to do when gentlemen of another party come into the shop? Mawmsey, they say, you can vote as you like, but if you vote against us, we shall get our groceries elsewhere!
BROOKE
Shocking. That's narrow, you know, very narrow. I should never take that line. So long as my butler gives a good report of your sugars and spices ... thank you, my dear ...

A GIRL gives him a glass of sherry with a curtsy.

BROOKE
... you may be assured I shall never go elsewhere.
MAWMSEY
Well, I'm very much obliged, sir, and your very humble servant, that's handsome of you, Mr. Brooke, very handsome indeed.
BROOKE
But you would find it the right thing to put yourself on our side. This Reform will touch everybody by and by ... and as to family, we're all one family, you know, it's all one cupboard, no man is an island, entire unto himself, the bell tolls for us all and so forth. Eh?
MAWMSEY
Well , sir, that goes a bit deep for me. There's debtor and creditor still, I hope: they're not going to reform that way. I I have to look to business. I cannot be expected to support everyone's family, I hope?
BROOKE
Why, no, Mawmsey, you misunderstand me, no one said you should.

[Page] 4/37

MAWMSEY
I'm very glad to hear it. Mr. Brooke, and I salute you, sir, 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.

By now several of his ASSISTANTS are standing round grinning.

MAWMSEY too is very pleased with his triumph.

BROOKE a bit baffled. It's all been very pleasant, but something's mysteriously gone wrong.

BROOKE
Well, ah ...

THE GIRL comes and takes his sherry glass.

MAWMSEY
Greatly honoured by your visit, Mr. Brooke. Greatly honoured and gratified.
BROOKE
Yes, well, and you'll consider your vote, Mawmsey, won't you now?
MAWMSEY
Very carefully, sir, very carefully indeed. Good day to you, Mr. Brooke, sir.

All the ASSISTANTS are smiling.

MAWMSEY, back to business: he runs a tight ship:

MAWMSEY
Bring those hams through, Atkins.link to note

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[Page] 4/40

4/25. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. APRIL 1831. DAY 47. (1425).

ROSAMOND at the window, looking out.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE getting down from the carriage.

She's excited.

SERVANTS are running out to take his luggage.

She hurries downstairs.


[Page] 4/41

4/26. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. APRIL 1831. DAY 47. (1428).

ROSAMOND waiting eagerly on the step. She is not yet noticeably pregnant: shall we say three months gone?

ROSAMOND
Captain Lydgate! You keep very good time, sir!

He kisses her hand.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Spurred on by the thought of seeing you, Ma'am. Where's Tertius?
ROSAMOND
Oh, 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?

She's delighted. A jolly good innocent flirt with this handsome aristocrat. Just what she needed.


[Page] 4/42

4/27. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. JEWELLER'S SHOP. APRIL 1831. DAY 48. (1215)

LYDGATE hesitates momentarily before going in.


[Page] 4/43

4/28. INT. JEWELLER'S SHOP/OFFICE. APRIL 1831. DAY 48. (1216).

The Proprietor, MR. SPOONER, comes forward to greet him.

There are ASSISTANTS but no customers.

SPOONER
Dr. Lydgate. This is a pleasure. How can I be of service to you?
LYDGATE
By extending your patience and understanding a little longer, I regret to say, Mr. Spooner.

SPOONER was hoping to be paid. We see the momentary disappointment in his face.

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, if you like, Mr. Spooner.
SPOONER
This way, sir.

The ASSISTANTS know the score. Another bad debt. But posh Dr. Lydgate is a bit of a turnup for the books.

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[Page] 4/46

4/30. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. MAY 1831. DAY 50. (1135).link to note

A BIG CROWD milling about in the square.

PEOPLE RIDING HORSES round the outside. Stalls selling food and favours ... CHILDREN watching a Punch and Judy.

The White Hart dominates one corner of the square, with a balcony decorated with bunting, on which VARIOUS WORTHIES are already gathered:link to notelink to note

VINCY and STANDISH wandering in and out, waving to people that they know in the CROWD.

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 ...

WORKER
Ho, there, Mr. Vincy!
VINCY
Good day to you, Sparks! Glad to see you here!
WORKER
Giving us a speech, Mr. Vincy are you?
VINCY
Oh, Lord, no, not I, that's not my line, Mr. Brooke of Tipton is your man today ... give my good wishes to your wife ...
WORKER
I will, sir! [as VINCY goes on ]
Brooke of Tipton? What's he, a manufacturer?

[Page] 4/47

DAAGLEY
Not him, Landowner, him, like all the rest of 'em grand Parliamentary folk. Landlord 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 ...


[Page] 4/48

4/31. INT. WHITE HART. FIRST FLOOR ROOM. MAY 1831. DAY 50. (1141).

Quite full with GENTLEMEN of the Whig and Liberal tendency.

LADISLAW is earnestly coaching BROOKE.

BULSTRODE in earnest consultation with someone or other.link to note

VINCY very cheerful.

VINCY
A good crowd, Mr. Brooke, and very well disposed, I'd say!
BROOKE
Ah! Good! Good!

He looks a little nervous and flustered. Someone offers him a large glass of sherry.

BROOKE
Ah! Thank you!
STANDISH
The enemy are gathering in the Green Dragon: Hawley and the "Trumpet" men.
BROOKE
All men of good will though, Standish, all good fellows in their way.
STANDISH
You think that, if it gives you comfort, Brooke.
BROOKElink to note
Now, Ladislaw, what was that point about the schedules?

[Page] 4/49

LADISLAW
Never mind that. They don't want details. Broad outlines and a clear strong message. Now what are the three principal heads we stand for?
BROOKE
Ah ...
LADISLAW
Reform of the House ...
BROOKE
Ah, yes, of course, I have it. "My good friends and neighbours" ... what was it? No, no, I have it! "Reform of the House of Commons! No more rotten boroughs!" and, and so on ... Yes! That'll strike home well, I fancy! And they know me, of course, and like me; no one's put more reforms in hand than I have this last half year. Ask Caleb Garth. Ask any man.
STANDISH
Half the men out there are machine loom men, Brooke, merchants, hot metal men from Brett's Stamping, who have never heard of Brooke of Tipton, but there's no harm in that, speak to the point, they'll like you well enough.

BROOKE downs another glass of sherry before LADISLAW can say no. They go out.

LADISLAWlink to note
Right.

[Page] 4/50

4/32. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. HUSTINGS. MAY 1831. DAY 50 (1200).link to note

We look down at the CROWD, goodhumoured mostly, 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.

LADISLAWlink to note
Fellow citizens of Middlemarch! For those that don't know me, my name is William Ladislaw, proud to be one of you, proud to stand here before you today! You know and I know that a great change is sweeping this country, and not before time!

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 through bloody revolution or by civil war, but peacefully, by humane reforms. ls that not good news?

Yes, it is, they are cheering and applauding and shouting yes. Now for a quieter start to the next bit.

LADISLAWlink to note
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?

[Page] 4/51

They are going 'aye, aye', very conscious of their worth and how they've been let down by the government.

LADISLAWlink to note
Gentlemen, I am here today to introduce the man who is pledged to give you what you deserve: a local man, one of yourselves, a man who knows you, understands you, and will be your champion in Westminster!

They're already cheering, and he raises his voice over them:

LADISLAW
Gentlemen I'm 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.link to note

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.

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 ­ never so happy, you know. [pause]
I mention, that, you know; I mention it. Gentlemen: here in the Heart of England ...

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His mind suddenly goes completely blank.link to note

VENT
Quaaack!
LADISLAW [teeth clenched]
Come on, come on ...
BROOKE
I ... I ...
VOICElink to note
Aye?

BROOKE, recovering his senses, though not his script:

BROOKE
I am a neighhour of yours, good friends, a 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 ...link to note

BROOKE
Machinery now, and machine breaking ... I've been going 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.

VENT
It won't do, you know!
BROOKElink to note
Everything must go on, trade, you know, we must look all over the globe, from China to Peru, who said that? Johnson, I think...

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LADISLAW [head in hands]
Oh, God ...
BROOKE
That's what I've done, up to a point, not as far as Peru, but I've not stayed at home. I saw that wouldn't do. The Levant, now, the Baltic. The Baltic, now. Oh, yes! Oh. yes!
VENT
The Baltic, I've been into that, oh yes, oh yes!

People are roaring with laughter.

BROOKE
Now, now, come, come, seriously, gentlemen, just put that down now, things must go on, you see, 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
Oh, yes! Oh, yes! All very well "quack". But what we need most are new ideas d'you see?
ROUGH VOICE
Blast your ideas! We want the Bill!
VENTlink to note
Blast your ideas! We want the Bill!
BROOKE
And you shall have the Bill, my friends!

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VENT
I'll give you the Bill, Mr. Brooke: five thousand pounds, one seat in Parliament, all beer and bribes accounted for!
VOICES
Aye, that's his bill! Quack, quack, quack! Go it, scarecrow! Go it, Brooke!

And now people are throwing eggs at the effigy and BROOKE.

BROOKE
Yes, well, throw eggs, what sort of argument is that?
VENT
Give him his Bill, boys, give him his Bill!
BROOKE
All right, now, fun is fun , but this is going too far! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!
VENT
Oh, yes, oh yes!

Eggs and tomatoes are showering on to the platform.

STANDISH
Better abandon this and get inside, Brooke.
BROOKE
You won't cow Brooke of Tipton!

An egg hits him on the head.

BROOKE
Yes, well, 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.

Down below, the effigy is being torn apart and its limbs and torso tossed to and fro amongst the crowd.link to note


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4/33. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. CHURCH. JUNE 1831. DAY 51. (0930).

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, too much inclined to overlook minor lapses, both in others and myself.
DOROTHEA
It is surely better to pardon too much than to condemn too much. I have been thinking so much about Christian teaching ... surely the best is that which speaks most clearly to people and helps them to live their lives as well and as - as happily as they can.
FAREBROTHER
Not always easy, to find true happiness on earth.
DOROTHEA
No ... no, it is not. Life sometimes seems very cruel.

She engages fully with her unhappiness for a moment, then comes out of it. She is about to make someone else happy, after all.

DOROTHEA
But I still believe that there is much we can do in the world 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.

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FAREBROTHER
Thank you. I shall be delighted to accept.

They are both smiling now, though DOROTHEA's eyes have tears in them.

[No Sc.4/34 : no page 4/57link to note]


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4/35. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. "PIONEER" OFFICES. JUNE 1831. DAY 51. (1031).

LADISLAW at work amid some disorder.

His ASSISTANT carrying piles of copies about as BROOKE comes in, a little at ease.

BROOKE
Ah, Ladislaw ... I'd like a word with you, a word, you know.

LADISLAW stands.

BROOKE closes the glass door.

BROOKE
I am afraid this might come as rather a shock to you, but well, the fact of the matter is, I have decided to give up the candidacy - leave it to a younger man, you know. 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, you know, in part - I have felt a little uneasy about the chest, and Lydgate has warned me that I must pull up. Poor Casaubon - that was a warning, you know. It's rather coarse work, this electioneering, eh?
LADISLAW
Yes, it is.

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BROOKE
Still, we have made a start, eh? We have dug a channel with the "Pioneer". A more ordinary man than you might carry it on now - more ordinary, you know.

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 - but for myself, I have determined to resign as proprietor ... and the new men might not take that high view of you which I have ... in short I thought that 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 think myself of taking a run into France. But London, now! There is Althorpe ... I could give you letters of introduction to Althorpe if you wish. I've met Althorpe.
LADISLAW
I am obliged to you, Mr. Brooke. But since you are going to part with the "Pioneer", I need not trouble you about the steps I shall take. I am aware that 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
My dear fellow, of course you are - 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 continue here for the present. And I am sorry if this causes you any inconvenience!

He bangs out; the ASSISTANT is open mouthed.


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4/36. EXT. FRESHITT. JUNE 1831. DAY 52. (1105).

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]
Well, you all look uncommonly agreeable, you almost make me change my mind and stay!
MRS. CADWALLADER
Stay then, dear sir! No need to run away to France because they throw a few rotten eggs at you: you would be safe enough at home, Brooke, with your friends around you!
BROOKE
I don't run away, Mrs. Cadwallader. Brooke is not for turning. A change of air, now, is quite a different thing. Oh, yes! Celia, my dear. James ... Well, well ...

He prepares to board.

CELIA
Uncle! You haven't said goodbye to Arthur!
BROOKE
Goodbye, young fellow, I'm off to Paris, you know, that's in France!
CELIA
See how he wrinkles his little nose up! He doesn't like France, do you Arthur? No, he says, for they eat frogs and snails there!

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Now BROOKE is getting up.

CHETTAM
Allow me to assist you, sir ...
BROOKE
Thank you, my dear fellow. Goodbye! Goodbye!

And the carriage goes away.


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4/37. EXT. FRESHITT. GROUNDS. JUNE 1831. DAY 52. (1143).

CELIA, CHETTAM, DOWAGER LADY CHETTAM, MRS. CADWALLADER, NURSE and BABY are strolling in the grounds.

DOROTHEA is slightly apart from the group, playing with her beloved dog, Monk.

CELIA [calling to DOROTHEA]
But what will you do at Lowick, Dodo? You say yourself there is nothing to be done there.
DOROTHEA [calling back, spirited]
There is a great deal for me to do, Kitty!
MRS. CADWALLADER [to the group]
She should marry again, and the sooner the better.
CELIA
Baby and I think Dodo should stay as a widow - it's very nice for her, she can be just as fond of Arthur as if he were her very own, can't she? Yes she can! 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, indeed? Let me see what I can do.

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4/38. EXT. FRESHITT. TERRACE. JUNE 1831. DAY 52 (1209).link to note

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 no one else will be. I know it is a great temptation, to go mad, but don't go in for it, my dear, you wouldn't like it. I dare say you're bored here, with our good dowager, and Baby, of course, with all his wonderful expressions ... but think what a bore you'd become yourself, sitting alone in that dark library, playing the tragedy queen and taking things sublimely.
DOROTHEA [not put out]
I'm afraid I shall always have a tendency to take things sublimely, and it's too late to try to cure me of it now. But 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 they might not agree with some, but I like them very well. And I [promise] you faithfully that if I find myself running into madness, I shall send for you immediately.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Well! I trust very much that you will!

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4/39. EXT. LOWICK. JUNE 1831. DAY 52. (1220).

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.

[No Sc.4/40 : no page 4/66]


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4/41. INT. LOWICK. DRAWING ROOM. JUNE 1831. DAY 52. (1234).

LADISLAW standing restless, very psyched up.

He has his hat in his hand, it says in the book.

PRATT adjusting a blind.

PRATT
Very pleasant to see you here again, sir.
LADISLAW [absently]
Yes ... thank you, Pratt.

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4/42. INT. LOWICK. HALL. JUNE 1831. DAY 52. (1235).

PRATT meets TRANTRIPP coming from the direction of the library.

They head for the servants' quarters.

PRATT
He's looking very glum. Must have heard about my master's will.
TANTRIPP
No: I heard from Mrs. Kell at Tipton that Mr. Brooke's kept it secret. But Madam would never look so low, not for a husband. He's a very handsome young man, though, if you like that style.
PRATT
Ah.

He grins at her.

TANTRIPP [not displeased]
What's that look for?
PRATT [still grinning]
Nothing in particular.

We may infer that PRATT and TANTRIPP are having a bit of a thing.


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4/43. INT. LOWICK DRAWING ROOM. JUNE 1831. DAY 52. (1239)link to note

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 a wet 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.

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 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 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 to do politically ... and I mean to try to do some of it.

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DOROTHEAlink to note
I am sure you will do well. Besides, 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 here again until I've made my mark in the world?

She turns away, looks out of the window and, after a long pause, turns back:

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. But you must have patience. It will perhaps be a long while.
LADISLAW [bitterly]
You will forget all about me.
DOROTHEA
No! 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. And I have a great deal of space for memory at Lowick, haven't I?
LADISLAW [beside himself now]
Good God!

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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!

DOROTHEA
I was wondering - if you would like to have that beautiful miniature upstairs as a keepsake - that 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.

DOROTHEAlink to note [hesitantly]
I used to despise women a little for not shaping their lives more ... 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.

PRATT
Sir James Chettam is here, madam.

And in he comes.


[Page] 4/72

CHETTAM [going to her]
Mrs. Casaubon.
DOROTHEA
Sir James.

She takes his hand. More formal than they would otherwise be because of LADISLAW.

CHETTAM has gone like an angry dog at the sight of LADISLAW. Stiff legged, bristling.

He gives a minimal bow, a mere half inch from the vertical.

LADISLAW returns it precisely.

Now LADISLAW goes to DOROTHEA and takes her hand.

LADISLAW
Goodbye, Mrs. Casaubon.

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 that 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 think of some 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.link to note


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DOROTHEA
How is Celia?

Music starts, and continues over:


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4/44. EXT. LOWICK. DRIVE. JUNE 1831. DAY 52. (1310).

LADISLAW striding away, his stupid hat in his hand, he bangs it against his thigh as he walks.


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4/45. INT. LOWICK. DOROTHEA'S BOUDOIR. JUNE 1831. NIGHT 52. (2023).

DOROTHEA takes the miniature off the wall, looks at it, then impulsively presses it to her cheek.

[No Sc.4/46: no page 4/76]


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4/47. INT. VINCY. DRAWING ROOM. JUNE 1831. NIGHT 52. (2112).

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 is turning the pages.

LYDGATE is talking to FAREBROTHER.

ROSAMOND comes to the end of her piece, and VINCY taps a glass with a spoon to get attention.

VINCY
Friends, neighbours ... this is not one of your stiff formal 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 in the past, but he has buckled down to his studies and passed his final examination at Oxford University. I've said some hard things about him in the past: now I'd like to say I have in Fred the best and 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.

BULSTRODE
You must he very gratified, sister, that your son has felt a calling to enter Christ's ministry.

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MRS. VINCY
Well ... yes. I mean, Walter has always hoped for a son in the church . And Fred has always been a good boy at heart. It does seem strange to think of him conducting christenings and funerals. Still, when he is got in the way of it, I daresay 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 drinking and gambling, and now she won't have him because he's going to be a clergyman!

CAPTAIN LYDGATE roars with laughter.

ROSAMOND
No, that's cruel, we mustn't laugh at poor Fred!

Perhaps FRED turns and glares and she makes a face at him.

ROSAMOND
People are staring, Captain Lydgate - I shouldn'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.
ROSAMOND
Captain!

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CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Yourself excepted, of course. And your mother. As for the rest ... well, if they were hounds, I'd shoot them.

Then we go to VINCY and FAREBROTHER:

VINCY
We were all glad 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! Any notions?
FAREBROTHER
Only one, Mr. Vincy. And I'm afraid she is inclined to favour a younger man.

He is looking at FRED. VINCY doesn't pick that up.

VINCY
Forty pounds a year has changed many a young girl's mind, don't give up hope. You'll be sitting down with us for a few hands of whist later?
FAREBROTHER
Not tonight, Vincy. If Fred can reform, then I can too. Good night, Lydgate!
LYDGATE
Mm? Oh ... good night, Farebrother.

He turns, picks up a glass and drains it. He looks rather grim and preoccupied.

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4/49. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. JUNE 1831. NIGHT 52. (2308).

LYDGATE at his desk working on his notes.

We hear Rosamond's voice from the landing.

ROSAMOND [OOV]
Goodnight!
CAPTAIN LYDGATE [OOV]
Goodnight!

She enters the room.

ROSAMOND
I wish you would be politer to the Captain, Tertius.
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, you would wish me to be a little more like him, Rosy.

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4/50. EXT. STONE COURT. AUGUST 1831. DAY 53. (1937). DUSK.

BULSTRODE is shaking hands with JOSHUA RIGG.

BULSTRODE I confess to you, Mr. Rigg, that 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 ... You take the property, Mr. Bulstrode, and I'll take the cash. Both rich men in our way. Good day to you.

RIGG goes to the waiting carriage and gets in it.

A small wagon trail of coaches loaded with his furniture etc. pulls out behind him.

BULSTRODE watches him go.

MRS. BULSTRODE comes out of Stone Court and stands behind her husband.

MRS. BULSTRODE
I didn't like that man, Nicholas.
BULSTRODE
And yet he was brought here for a purpose.
MRS. BULSTRODE
The air up here is so clear and fresh ... You really think it's part of God's purpose?

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BULSTRODE
In his infinite wisdom he allowed the living of Lowick to go to Farebrother. I still cannot 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.

BULSTRODE goes down to where CALEB GARTH is looking out over the farmlands.

BULSTRODE
Mr. Garth, good day to you.
CALEB
Mr. Bulstrode. Well, it's good land, but 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.
CALEB
Well, bless my heart, what's this?

At a distance, RAFFLES approaching on foot, puffing along one of the country paths.

CALEB
He looks like one of those men one sees 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.

RAFFLES
Nick? Nick? By Jove, Nick, it is you! Unmistakable! Nick Bulstrode, to the life!

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RAFFLES
Though five and twenty years have played old Bogey with us both, eh? Nick Bulstrode! You old rascal! How are you, eh? 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
Er ... what brings you here?
RAFFLES
You ask me that Nick? It's you! I've been searching all over for you, and now I've found you! I've always wondered what became of you!
[to CALEB]
Old friends, old partners, dear old cronies, Nick and I.
CALEB [seeing BULSTRODE's acute embarrassment]
I'll leave you now, Mr. Bulstrode, we can talk about the farm another time, good evening to you.
RAFFLESlink to note
Evening, Mr. Garth! [to BULSTRODE]
He seemed a very pleasant fellow, Nick! Well, well! I can't get over this! You have come up in the world! A country squire, with a rural mansion to invite me to! The first Mrs. Bulstrode must have been dead a long while now. And now you've married again, have you? By Jove, you're very pale and pasty, Nick. Are you going home? Good! I'll walk by your side, you old villain.link to note

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BULSTRODE
It is not convenient, Raffles.
RAFFLES
Not convenient? Oh, for you, you mean? Well that's a pity, Nick, because it's most convenient for me. You old rogue.

And he takes BULSTRODE's arm as they walk up the path towards Stone Court.


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4/51. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. AUGUST 1831 NIGHT 53. (2025).link to note

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 ...

BULSTRODE
Thank you Mrs. Abel. You'll excuse us if we don't sit down with you, Raffles. Mrs. Bulstrode and I dine early. 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
Have I, Nick? Well, if you say so, if you insist.link to note
MRS. BULSTRODE
I'll say good night then, Mr. Raffles.
RAFFLES
And good night to you, Mrs. Bulstrode. I look forward to many a cosy chat. Good night, good night!

She goes.

RAFFLESlink to note
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 with her like the old one did! Lots of money in stolen goods, eh, 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 like butter wouldn't melt, oh dear ...

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More laughter makes him cough. He takes a swig of brandy.

BULSTRODElink to note [softly]
What do you want?
RAFFLES
Just to see you, Nick, talk over the good old times, and share a little in your good fortune.link to note
BULSTRODE
Why did you return from America? You were given an adequate sum to remain there.
RAFFLES
It didn't suit me to remain there, Nick. And I'm not going again.

He raises his glass.

BULSTRODE link to note
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]
Oh, I say! Well, you'd know all about that, Nick.
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.

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RAFFLES
"I shall decline to know you". Oh, dear, oh dear! [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]
Oh, very good!
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
Oh, dear, oh dear, can't you take a joke these days, Nick? I only meant that I should never decline to know you. I don't like your quarterly payments, and keep your distance, Nick old man. I'm not a leper, and I like my freedom.
BULSTRODE
What do you want then?
RAFFLES link to note
What do I want? Well. You've got thousands, thousands and thousands, Nick, a hundred thousand, I was told. All ill- gotten gains, Nick, and none of it yours by rights. Oh, he's a clever fellow, old Nicky Bulstrode, he cheated the daughter out of her money and let her die destitute while he married the mother and got the lot! Rolling in it! Thousands and thousands and all I want is hundreds.

Suddenly he turns serious, and a bit menacing.

RAFFLESlink to note
Two hundred. How's that for a bargain? Give me a couple of hundred, and I'll go away, Nick. I shall pick up my portmanteau at the turnpike, then ... off like a bullet!
BULSTRODE
For ever?

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RAFFLES
For a measly two hundred pounds? I don't think so. It may suit me to stay away; it may not, Nick. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, eh?

RAFFLES stretches and yawns.

RAFFLESlink to note
This country air makes a man uncommon sleepy, don't it Nick? Show me my bed and I'II tell you my terms in the morning. But for how long, eh? Who knows that?link to note

[No Sc.4/52-3 : no pages 89-90]


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4/54. EXT. STONE COURT. AUGUST 1831. NIGHT 53. (2247).link to note

MRS BULSTRODE wakes. BULSTRODE's side of the bed is empty.

She looks over to the window.

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 to sleep. I shall not be long.

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4/55. EXT. STONE COURT. AUGUST 1831. DAY 54. (0825).link to note

A beautiful view on a fine summer morning.

The front door opens and RAFFLES comes out and has a good stretch and a prolonged coughing fit.

As we are watching from a distance, it does not spoil the scenery too much.

He finishes up with a good hawk and a spit, then turns and goes back inside.


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4/56. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. AUGUST 1831. DAY 54. (0840).link to note

BULSTRODE is sitting at the table.

He looks up at RAFFLES.

BULSTRODE
Well?

RAFFLES bursts out laughing, then has to cough.

RAFFLES
I'm sorry, Nick, it's that pale pasty face of yours - you have the money here?

BULSTRODE goes to the cupboard.

RAFFLES
That's my old Nick, always ready with the ready cash.

BULSTRODE gives it to him.

BULSTRODE
There. A word of warning. Don't stretch my patience too far.
RAFFLES
I wouldn't think of it, Nick.link to note

[No Sc.4/57-59 : therefore no pages 4/94-97]


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4/60. EXT. COUNTRY ROAD. MIDDLEMARCH OUTSKIRTS. AUGUST 1831. DAY 54. (1454).

CAPTAIN LYDGATE on a lovely big horse, and ROSAMOND on a plump grey, riding side saddle, and looking very sweet.

ROSAMOND
Tertius doesn't like me to ride.
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Man's a fool! Man's a fool! I never saw a lady with a better seat!
ROSAMOND
Shameless flatterer.
CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Not I: haven't the wit for it. Let's canter up that rise. Come on.

He leads. She follows, laughing.


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4/61. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRESSING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. NIGHT 54. (1915).

ROSAMOND at the mirror dressing for dinner.

LYDGATE standing.

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
But 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 lets her arms fall with a little sigh, as if putting her hair up is too much for her.

ROSAMOND
Please will you fasten up my plaits, dear? I love the touch of your hands.

He loves to do it, too.


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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.

He hesitates. But she has a point. And she's very charming when she wants to get her way.

LYDGATE
Very well. But you will be quite firm with him.

She turns her lovely neck to look at herself first from one side, then the other.

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.

Start the next scene on a close-up of her face as she rides, quite sure that she knows what she wants and how to get it.


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4/62. EXT. WOODLAND. AUGUST 1831. DAY 55. (1115).

ROSAMOND and CAPTAIN LYDGATE riding along a woodland path.

We're close up on her confident face.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Damned nonsense. Lady Snelson was riding to hounds ten days before she was confined. Get on. Walk on. Good God!

Birds fly up suddenly from the ditch and both horses start to buck and kick.

ROSAMOND cries out as she gets dislodged - not thrown, just bounced around.

CAPTAIN LYDGATE
Steady ... steady, damn you! Hold on!

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 ...

She faints.


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4/63. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY 55. (1420).

ROSAMOND, deathly pale, lies with her eyes closed.

LYDGATE holding her hand, sits by the bed.

She opens her eyes.

LYDGATE
I'm here, Rosy. I'm here. My poor darling.
ROSAMOND
Tertius?
LYDGATE
I'm here.
ROSAMOND
The baby?

He doesn't say anything. She, and we, understand she's had a miscarriage.

Tears flow down her cheeks.

ROSAMOND
Tertius .. . don't be angry with me. Please? Are you? Are you angry with me?

He shakes his head. There are tears in his eyes too.

Her face. A hint of a little smile there. She closes her eyes.

LYDGATE stands at the window. He feels really bleak.


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4/64. EXT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. AUGUST 1831. DAY 55. (1422).

LYDGATE stands at the window.

A carriage is moving away down the road.

Now we get a closeup, with the house in the background. It's CAPTAIN LYDGATE, riding out of the story.

[END OF EPISODE FOUR]


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THE SENDING OF THIS SCRIPT DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AN OFFER OF ANY PART IN IT.

REVISED ISSUE 3 - 16.02.93

MIDDLEMARCHlink to note

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts.

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 5

PRODUCER ··· LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producer ... ALISON GEE
Script Editor ··· SUSIE CHAPMAN
Producer's Secretary ··· LUCY HOARE

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ··· SAM BRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
Continuity ··· JANE GRIFFITHS
P.A. ··· UNA SAPLAMIDES
Finance Assistant ··· IAN BOALER
Second Assistant Director ... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ··· ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD

LIGHTING CAMERAMAN ... BRIAN TUFANO
Camera Assistant ··· IAN JACKSON
Clapper Loader ... JULIAN BUCKNALL
SOUND RECORDIST ... DICK BOULTER
Sound Assistant ··· TIM BOISSAUD-COOKE
Grip ... ROY RUSSELL
LIGHTING GAFFER ... ALAN MUHLEY
Best Boy ... TERRY MONTAGUE
FILM EDITOR ... JERRY LEON
FILM EDITOR ... PAUL TOTHILL

DESIGNER ... GERRY SCOTT
Art Director ... JOHN COLLINS
Art Director ... MARK KEBBY
Buyer ... SARA RICHARDSON
Set Dresser ··· MARJ PRATT
Construction Manager ... BARRY MOLL
Design Op. Supervisor ... VIC YOUNG
Prop Master ··· BOB ELTON
Prod. Op. ... MARK BEVAN
Prod. Op. ··· DANNY EUSTON
Prod. Op· ··· JOE MALONE

CONTINUED


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COSTUME DESIGNER ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Costume Assistant ... THERESA HUGHES
Costume Assistant ... SALLY PLUMB
Dresser ... SUE BURROWS
Dresser ... RUSSELL BARNETT
MAKE-UP DESIGNER ... DEANNE TURNER
Make-Up Assistant ... JUDITH GILL-DOUGHERTY
Make-Up Assistant ... JANE BURSTOW
Make-Up Assistant ... PHILLIPPA HALL
VISUAL EFFECTS DESIGNER ... STUART BRISDON

CASTING DIRECTOR ... GAIL STEVENS
Assistant ... ANDY PRYOR

Artists Booker ... MAGGIE ANSON

Researcher ... JUNE AVERIL


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5/1. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. AUGUST 1831. DAY 56. (1116).

A huge stretch of lovely empty countryside.

This opening shot should look as reassuring as a Constable, and, like a detail in a Constable , we see a bit of a farm with some little FIGURES toiling.

A farm cart, the horse ambling slowly along the track towards the farm, passing an itinerant LABOURER going the other way. They greet each other.

Then we begin to hear the noise of the town. Carriages, work, and talk, talk, talk .....


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5/2. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. JEWELLER'S SHOP AND STREET. AUGUST 1831. DAY 56. (1123).

LYDGATE comes along the street, looks this way and that.

Then goes into the big jeweller's and silversmith's shop.

[No Sc.5/3 : no page 5/3]


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5/4. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. JEWELLER'S OFFICE. AUGUST 1831. DAY 56. (ll28).

LYDGATE and SPOONER sit opposite each other at a desk.

LYDGATE
I regret the occasion very much. Mr. Spooner.
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. We 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 and the cutlery and jewellery ... and to Harkins 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 pressing for immediate payment?
LYDGATE [a bit surprised]
Yes, he is.

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SPOONER
He has pressing creditors of his own. I understand. You're not inclined to seek help from Mr. Bulstrode to pay your bills?
LYDGATE
No. I ... in view of ...
SPOONER
Public business, quite. Above suspicion, very right and proper. Well. You have a bill of sale for the furniture?

LYDGATE produces it.

SPOONER looks it over.

SPOONER
Yes, that seems about what ... yes. I'll take this over, Dr. Lydgate, along with what you owe this establishment. Which would make five hundred and twenty seven pounds altogether ... at five percent? Is that agreeable?
LYDGATE
Yes. I appreciate your understanding.
SPOONER
Young professional man, establishing himself. And the security is good. I'll draw up a document and you can come in and sign tomorrow. My valuer, Mr. Manley, and his assistant 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
Less wear and tear, well, I suppose we might at a pinch, but I've found from long experience Dr. Lydgate that 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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LYDGATE [he doesn't like this]
Very well.

LYDGATE starts felling a bit alarmed now it's getting all cut and dried.

SPOONER
You're quite happy about meeting monthly repayments? It might be possible to reduce the debt ... I'd be prepared to take back any of the silver in mint condition ... at eighty percent of cost ... or if Mrs. Lydgate found that any of the wedding jewellery was ... superfluous to her requirements?
LYDGATE
No. No. That won't he necessary. And ... this arrangement between us is entirely confidential?
SPOONER
Of course, Dr. Lydgate. Absolutely. [as they rise ]
Ah ... Mrs. Spooner and I were extremely sorry to hear of Mrs. Lydgate's little riding accident ... she ah, she lost a baby, I understand? I trust she is recovering now?

LYDGATE is not pleased that Rosy's riding mishap is such common knowledge and thinks it very illbred of SPOONER to allude to the miscarriage.

LYDGATE [coldly]
Thank you, she is much improved.

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5/5. EXT. MlDDLEMARCH. JEWELLER'S SHOP AND STREET. AUGUST 1831. DAY 56. (1153).

LYDGATE steps outside the jewellers. A couple of gossiping WOMEN turn and see him, and are ohviously talking about him.

He strides off.


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5/6. EXT. GREEN DRAGON AND STREET. AUGUST 1831. DAY 56. (1208).

Lydgate walks past the Green Dragon.

Start to hear the pub noises and voices over our view of him:

BAMBRIDGE [V/O]
Must be spending a thousand a year, him on an income of five hundred.

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5/7. INT. GREEN DRAGON. AUGUST 1831. DAY 56. (1209).

Dark and quite full.

BAMBRIDGE, HORROCKS, HIRAM FORD (a small farmer) and OTHERS. MRS DOLLOP, the landlady is serving drinks.

In the corner, THREE RAILWAY SURVEYORS at a table, talking quietly over a map.

BAMBRIDGE
And a wife like that must cost a pretty penny. Take a fortune like Bulstrode's to run a wife like that. Strangers in town, Mrs. Dollop?
MRS DOLLOP
Railway men Mr. Bambridge. Surveyors. Live and let live, they do no harm.
HIRAM FORD
Do no harm? They mek cows cast their calves, and carve a great slice through a poor man's land and the law says nothing to it!
BAMBRIDGE
Don't you believe it, Hiram. Law says a lot to it. Law says compensation. You could he a richer man sitting on your arse than you ever was farming.

His LISTENERS, except HIRAM, laugh.

The RAILWAYMEN turn round as the group at the bar are laughing.

BAMBRIDGE raises his glass.

BAMBRIDGE
Your health, gentlemen!

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Rather hesitantly the RAILWAYMEN raise their glasses back, then turn round.

BAMBRIDGE and OTHERS laugh.

BAMBRIDGE
Well, it all comes down to money in the end.

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5/8. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. NIGHT 56. (2042).

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
Rosy, come, come and sit by me.

She's compliant, as always.

LYDGATE
Rosy; I am 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
Rosy, it's only security, they're not coming to take anything away, just to make a list of what we are offering 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
You can send the men away tomorrow when they come.
LYDGATE
That isn't possible. And I must insist that your father isn't told, unless I choose to tell him.
ROSAMOND
Perhaps your Uncle Godwin would help. If we were to go visit him.
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 Mrs. Lydgate would be the most beautiful woman that ever graced the table there.
LYDGATE
were the words of a coxcomb trying to turn your head with flattery. Understand me when I tell you 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.


[Page] 5/13

LYDGATE [tenderly, wearily]
Try not to grieve. We shall weather it. But we must somehow change our way of living. 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
Could we not leave Middlemarch, and go to London, Tertius, or to Bath ... or to Durham, where your family is known?
LYDGATE
No, no, that's idle talk. Come, look at this: this is Spooner's account. He tells me he will take a good deal of the plate back again, and any of the ... [clears throat]
... jewellery we like. He is being very good about it.
ROSAMOND
Are we to go without knives and forks then?
LYDGATE
No, no. See, I have marked a number of things here that we rarely use. I have not marked any of the jewellery.
ROSAMOND [getting up]
No, it is useless for me to look, Tertius. You must return what you please.

It's not putting it too strongly to say this is a bit of a nightmare for her, a bourgeois nightmare, the spectre of the broker's men at the door. She's not just being difficult. She's in real distress.

She walks out of the room.

LYDGATE feels like hurling himself out of the window. He knew it was going to be bad, but he didn't think it would be this bad.


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He gets up, his fists clenched ... she's turned against him. Very well, he'll steel himself against her.

Walking over to the piano ... she's left a little crumpled hanky on the piano.

He picks it up and smooths it out in his big hands. How can he steel himself against her? He's hooked on her.

ROSAMOND comes back in, carrying her jewel case, like a sacrificial virgin with a votive offering.

ROSAMOND
This is all the jewellery you ever gave me. You can return what you like of it, and the plate as well. Please don't expect me to stay at home tomorrow. I shall go to Papa's.
LYDGATE [he feels bitter and defeated]
And when will you come back?
ROSAMOND
In the evening, of course. 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
Certainly not. 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 shall stay at home.

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LYDGATE
Thank you, Rosy. I shan't touch your jewels. Take them away again, do. I will write out a list of plate that we can return ­ we shall not miss that ... where is the ink gone?
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.

LYDGATE
Rosy, Rosy ... come, darling, let us make the best of things. It will only be for a time. Kiss me, Rosy.

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 gives him a tiny smile and goes to fetch the inkstand.

His hands fall to his sides. He's such a strong man, intellectually, physically. But in terms of power in the relationship she walks all over him.


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5/9. EXT. LOWlCK PARSONAGE. AUGUST 183l. DAY 57. (1521).link to note

We can see the church and Lowick Manor as FRED approaches the Parsonage on foot and sees FAREBROTHER through the open ground floor window.

FAREBROTHER is in shirtsleeves taking books out of the teachests.

FRED
Mr. Farebrother!
FAREBROTHER
Hello Fred - have you come to see what it's like to be a clergyman?
FRED
I've come to ask a favour of you - I'm ashamed to trouble you, but you're the only one I can consult.
FAREBROTHER
Glad to be of service. Come in and talk to me while I try to bring a little order to this chaos!

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5/10. INT. LOWICK PARSONAGE. AUGUST 1831. DAY 57 (1536).link to note

FAREBROTHER is dusting books and putting them into bookshelves.

FRED is sitting or standing, fiddling, restless, because of his frustrating problem.

FRED
It seems uncommonly hard on my father - I feel like an ungrateful dog ... but I can't bear the thought of going in for the Church. I ... 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, 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. Eliot says FAREBROTHER examines some labels with extra care as he replies.

FAREBROTHER
Miss Garth, I suppose.
FRED
Yes. I shouldn't mind anything if she would have me.

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FAREBROTHER
And ... you think she returns your feeling?
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 if Mary says she will never have me, I may as well go into the Church - at least my father will be pleased. But if she does love me - then I shall be guided by her. I should like to learn farming, but that takes capital, and Father can't spare any more. But if only she'd give me some encouragement, I'd find some 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 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 with her. You must feel it to be a very deserving one.
FRED
It isn't that Mr. Farehrother. 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.link to note


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5/11. EXT. GARTH HOUSE. GARDEN/ORCHARD. AUGUST 1831. DAY 57. (1715). LATE AFTERNOON.

MARY GARTH and FAREBROTHER walking along.

MARY
What can I say? I cannot say for certain that I'll ever be his wife; but certainly I will never be his wife if he hecomes a clergyman. I couldn't love a man who makes himself ridiculous. Do you think I'm too hard on him?
FAREBROTHER [smiling]
He did want me to report exactly what you think. But tell me: if he braved all the difficulties of getting his bread in some way - would you then give him the support of hope? Might he then count on winning you?
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!

This little flareup could make her pause and turn. So they are now eye to eye.

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 another way: is it possible that you might consider bestowing your affections on ... another man? When ­ when a woman's feelings touch the happiness of more lives than one, then it is kinder - kinder to all - to be perfectly direct and open.link to note

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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:

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. Now I've fulfilled my commission. With this prospect before him, we shall get Fred into the right niche somehow ... and I hope that I shall live to join your hands in marriage.

He takes MARY's hands now. It's a poignant moment for both of them.


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5/12. INT. FRESHITT. MORNING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY 57. (1740). LATE AFTERNOON.

DOROTHEA, CELIA. BABY ARTHUR, MRS. CADWALLADER, CHETTAM, LADY CHETTAM.

They are indoors, but it's a warm evening and the windows are open.

CELIA in white muslin, DOROTHEA still in mourning.

DOROTHEA is playing with BABY ARTHUR perhaps doing "this is the way the ladies ride" with him.

MRS. CADWALLADER looks across and smiles.

DOROTHEA
You see, Mrs. Cadwallader, I am not yet run into madness or melancholy!
MRS. CADWALLADER
Yes, my dear I see that very well and with great pleasure.
CELIA
Dear Dodo, do throw off that cap - I am sure your dress must make you feel ill.
DOROTHEA
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 looks across.


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CHETTAM
Ah. Much better.
CELIA
There. No need to make a slavery of mourning, not amongst your friends.
LADY CHETTAM
My dear Celia, a widow must wear her mourning at least a year.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Not if she marries again before the end of it!

She speaks with some emphasis.

CHETTAM doesn't like the sound of that, and snorts, and plays with CELIA's little dog.

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 said Captain Beevor dragged her about by the hair, and held up loaded pistols at her!
MRS. CADWALLADER
Oh, if she took the wrong man! Marriage is always bad 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 what to do at Lowick:

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DOROTHEA
I should like to take a large area of uncultivated land, and drain it and level it, and make a kind of colony there, where everybody shall work. I shall have consultations with Mr. Garth and he will tell me what is possible and how to go about it.
MRS. CADWALLADER
Well!

Not her idea of a good plan at all.

But CHETTAM, to whom DOROTHEA was addressing some of that, is smiling.

CELIA
Oh, Dodo, I am so pleased that you have plans again!

The sisters smile at each other.

CELIA
And so is Arthur. Arthur says when he grows up he will have plans, and consult with Mr. Garth every day about them! Won't you, baby? Won't you? Yes, you will!

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5/13. EXT. LOWICK GROUNDS. AUGUST 1831. DAY 58. (1053).

DOROTHEA and CALEB GARTH walking in the grounds, with plans.

DOROTHEA
Mr. Garth, I should like to feel, if I lived to be old, that I had improved my land, and built a great many good cottages, because the work is of a healthy kind while it is being done, and after it is done, men are better for it.link to note
GARTH
Indeed, ma'am; wish there were more landowners who thought the same. It will involve great expense.
DOROTHEA
I don't mind, Mr. Garth. There is nothing else on which I have any desire to spend money.
CALEB [examining her drawing]
Well. Let's see. I'd site the cottages on higher ground than you have them here ­ that's marshy ground in that hollow. Drain it as many times as you like, you'd never be free of damp.
DOROTHEA
Yes, of course. I should have thought of that.
CALEB
You'll lose farmland to the railway, but I see that as an opportunity. The compensation will help finance your little colony.link to note

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DOROTHEA
Yes - and do you think we might find a little cottage industry here at Lowick? I thought perhaps a little pottery?
CALEB
Aye, why not? The clay's good hereabouts, and people will be always wanting crocks. Excellent, excellent, good work to do! I'll go back and make working drawings and cost the whole thing up directly. Just the sort of meat I like to get my teeth into. You've made me a happy man today, Mrs. Casaubon!
DOROTHEA [feeling happy too]
Thank you, Mr. Garth!

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5/14. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY 58. (1431).

ROSAMOND is playing the piano.

LADISLAW sits in the window seat staring out.

The piece comes to an end. ROSAMOND sighs prettily.

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.

She's teasing him. She'd like him to be a prisoner of (unrequited) love for her. He is usually prepared to play that flirty game. But she is dangerously raising the spectre of Dorothea here ...

ROSAMOND
Tertius wondered why you stayed on so long, after saying you were leaving. I said I think I know. There is a powerful magnet in this neighhourhood.
LADISLAW
To be sure; no one knows that better than you.

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ROSAMOND
Oh, I don't speak of myself. I speak of Mrs. Casaubon. What a romance it would make: the old husband, the young wife, the handsome cousin. And then the jealous old husband lays a plan to spoil his young wife's happiness by making a will in which she would forfeit her property if she married the young cousin ... and then - and then - oh, I'm sure the end will be thoroughly romantic!

LADISLAW has been looking angry and distubed from near the start of this. Now he turns on ROSAMOND furiously.

LADISLAW
Where did you hear this?
ROSAMOND [a bit scared of what she's done]
My brother Fred: he had it from one of the grooms at the stables, who had it from a maid at Tipton. I thought that everybody in the county had heard of it. You mean you didn't know of it yourself!
LADISLAW
No, I did not! Great God!
ROSAMOND
Well, don't despair! I daresay she will like you better than the property!

There's a sort of desperate scared sadness about her teasing, but she can't stop, somehow.

ROSAMOND
When shall we hear about the marriage?
LADISLAW
Never! You will never hear of it!

He stares at her blankly for a few seconds then walks out.

ROSAMOND stands quite still, listening, and then we hear the front door slam.


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5/15. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. NR. LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY 58. (1453).link to note

We want to get a good sense of the lie of the land, and good views.link to note

Start with CALEB GARTH and his young assistant TOM, a boy of 17. They are on high ground, measuring out a field with a measuring chain.

TOM
Hundred and fifty two, Mr. Garth!
CALEB
Hundred and fifty two. Right. Take the diagonals next.

In a field lower down are a group of FOUR RAILWAY SURVEYORS taking measurements.

TOM
They the railway agents, Mr. Garth?
CALEB
That's it, Tom. We're all at the same work today.
TOM
Mr. Garth! Look!

In the field below, a DOZEN OR SO FARM LABOURERS, urged on by HIRAM FORD, are advancing on the alarmed RAILWAYMEN at a trot, armed with pitchforks.

CALEB
Oh, deuce take it! Run down and help, Tom.

The RAILWAYMEN are gathering up their equipment ... they're not going to get away.


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5/16. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. NR. LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY 58. (1455).

FRED VINCY, on horseback, coming along a high path from a different direction, hears the shouting, and turns his horse.


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5/17. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. NR. LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY 58. (1457).

Down below, the RAILWAYMEN are trying to get away, carrying their awkward equipment.

TOM reaches them as one of them drops a big spirit level. TOM goes back for it, just as the FARM LABOURERS catch up.

He is instantly knocked down by one of the LABOURERS with the handle of his fork, and lies senseless.

HIRAM FORD
Aye, that's it! Give 'em all the same medicine!

The RAILWAYMEN panic and flee from the FARM LABOURERS ...

CALEB GARTH coming towards them from a distance.

CALEB GARTH
Now, lads, hold hard! Hold hard!

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5/18. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. NR. LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY 58. (1458).

But now gallant FRED has galloped down and got between the RAILWAYMEN and the LABOURERS, striking out with his whip and barging his horse into them, knocking one or two of them down.

FRED
What are you playing at, you damn fools, I'll see you hanged and transported, every last one of you, if you've killed that boy!

They are striking out at him too and yelling at him to leave off.

TIMOTHY COOPER, a big older man, doesn't strike out but stands his ground, gets between FRED and a YOUNG BOY LABOURER to protect the boy.

The RAILWAYMEN break and run, while HIRAM FORD yells at FRED.

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!

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5/19. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. NR. LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY 58. (1501).

FRED wheels his horse and gallops back to where CALEB is bending down over TOM.

FRED
How is he, Mr. Garth?
CALEB
He's come round ... his ankle's sprained though, he won't walk on that.
FRED
He can have my horse, and go on up to Yodrells farm, they'll take care of him.
CALEB
Thanks, Fred. I'd best go down and speak with them.
FRED
I'll come with you, Mr. Garth.
CALEB
No, Not you. I don't want your young blood now.

FRED watches him go up the LABOURERS, who have regrouped.


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5/20. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE. NR. LOWICK. AUGUST 1831. DAY 58. (1503).

CALEB and the LABOURERS.

CALEB
Why, my lads, how's this then? Someone must have been telling you lies. Those men don't mean no harm to you. Railway's a good thing, not a bad.

Pause.

TIMOTHY
Aye, good for big folks 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 that land legally. If you meddle with them it'll only mean the constable and the handcuffs and Middlemarch gaol. So what's it to be, lads: live and let live? [pause]
You'll get your compensation, Hiram. No need for you to stir up trouble.
TIMOTHY
Farmers gets compensation. But where's our compensation, Mr. Garth? I seen lots of new things come up since I war a young 'un, the war, and the peace, and the canells ... and it's all alike to the poor man. The big folks makes money, and the poor man gets pushed aside. This is the big folk's world, this is. But then you're for the big folks Mr. Garth.

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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 turn away, and CALEB turns too and finds that FRED has come up behind him in moral support.

CALEB
Well that's my day's work gone.
FRED
Could I help you, Mr. Garth?
GARTH [pleased]
Aye, Fred! You could! So long as you don't mind a bit of heat and dirt.
FRED
I don't mind that - I was all set to strip down and fight bare-knuckle with the lot of them.
GARTH
Well, you might find this a bit less taxing.

They're walking away now. It's all reverted to an apparently idyllic country scene.

FRED [hesitates, then]
Mr. Garth - d'you think I'm too old to learn your business? Do you think I might be any good in it?

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CALEB [surprised]
I thought you were for the Church, Fred.
FRED
I don't want to go into the Church. Mr. Garth. And Mary won't have me if I do.

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. But to learn to manage lands for others would be the next best thing.
CALEB
What have you said to your father about this?
FRED
Nothing, yet. I don't like to disappoint him ...

He turns to CALEB: he feels quite passionately about this.

FRED
But how could I know, when I was fifteen, what it 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 ...

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CALEB
No, no. You have a claim Fred. The young ones always have a claim on the old to help them forward. Come to me at the 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.link to note

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5/21. INT. GARTH HOUSE. PARLOUR. AUGUST 1831. NIGHT 58. (2053).link to note

CALEB totting up columns of figures in his pocket book. MRS. GARTH is reading.

He looks up, looks down. Wondering whether to broach the subject. MRS. GARTH has a sharp tongue, especially on the subject of FRED.

CALEB
It's come round as I thought, Susan. The children are fond of each other ... Fred and Mary, I mean.

MRS. GARTH lays her book down and looks at him.

CALEB
I believe they love each other, Susan. I think she'll be the making of him.
MRS. GARTH
Hm.
CALEB
He has asked me to teach him farm management, and surveying, and the whole business. And I've determined to take him and teach him to be a useful man.
MRS. GARTH
Our Mary could have had a man worth twenty Fred Vincys.
CALEB
Who?
MRS. GARTH
Mr. Farebrother.

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CALEB
Ah. [pause, then he smiles ]
But you took me, though I was a plain man.

She smiles at him.

CALEB
The lad is good at bottom, Susan, and he loves and honours our Mary beyond anything. It would break him to lose her, I feel that. He's put his soul in my hand. And I'll do my best for him, so help me God, it's my duty, Susan.

She sits and wrestles with all her negative feelings about Fred, all her disappointments about how Mary could have had Farebrother, but her love and regard for CALEB comes out on top.

Close to tears from all the conflicting emotions, she gets up and kisses him.

MRS. GARTH
Bless you, Caleb. Our children have got a good father!

And she goes out, leaving him a bit bemused.

[No Scenes 5/22-3 : therefore no pages 5/39-41]


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5/24. INT. VINCY'S HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY 59. (1353).

VINCY standing near his desk which is overflowing with letters and bills.

He is not best pleased with FRED.

VINCY
So you've made up your mind at last?
FRED
Yes, father.
VINCY [furious]
Very well, stick to it. I've no more to say. You've thrown away your education, and gone down a step in life, when I had 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 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 very 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 loves FRED very much: he's outraged at the thought that FRED should leave, or even contribute to his board, the silly old bugger.

VINCY
Of course your mother would want you to stay - and board be hanged, you're still my boy, Fred! So let's have no more of that nonsense!

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Deep love hiding under the anger, and FRED smiles, because he loves his dad too.

VINCY [pointing his finger at FRED, still roaring his tits off]
But I shall keep no horse for you, sir! You understand? And ... and ... you can pay your own tailor! You'll do with a suit or two less, I fancy, when you have to pay for 'em!

He simmers down in a series of little hmphs, like a dog whose hark is worse than his bite. Finds some business at his desk to occupy him so he can look away from FRED again. He wanted to be very cold to FRED in this meeting, but it's not in his nature.

FRED
Will you shake hands with me, Father? And forgive the vexation I've caused you?
VINCY
What? Oh ... [taking FRED's hand ]
Yes, yes, yes, let's say no more about it.

He hmphs off again, and FRED smiles happily.

Start to hear Mrs. Vincy before we cut to:


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5/25. INT. VINCY HOUSE. BREAKFAST ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY 59. (1841).
MRS. VINCY
I have never been so disappointed in my life. The best naturedest, the most handsome young man in Middlemarch, to want to marry such a plain low little thing, and to give up the church to be an estate agent! It's very lowering, Vincy, I'm quite cut up about it!
VINCY
Well, that's children. Bound to be trouble. Rosy's as bad, husband up to the neck in debt. They'll get no money from me, because I've got none, the bank owns me lock stock and barrel, so that's that. Well, well, it's no use crying over spilt milk. Ring the bell for lemons, Lucy.

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5/26. INT. "PIONEER" OFFICE. AUGUST 1831. DAY 60. (1442).

LADISLAW scribbling a letter. We hear his voice over:

LADISLAW [VO]
My dear Mrs. Casaubon. I hesitate to communicate with you again, but I should be very grateful if you would consent to one last brief meeting. I have to collect certain papers from Tipton Grange this afternoon, but perhaps I might be allowed to call at Lowick briefly tomorrow evening

He looks at it, then scribbles his signature.

LADISLAW
Richardson!

OFFICE BOY comes in.

LADISLAW
Ride over to Lowick Manor with this and wait for an answer. I am going to Tipton.

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5/27. EXT. FRESHITT. FRONT GARDEN. AUGUST 1831. DAY 60. (1450).link to note

DOROTHEA's carriage is there.

DOROTHEA is with CELIA a little way off.

CHETTAM in the foreground with MRS. CADWALLADER.

CHETTAM
I was speaking to Standish the lawyer this morning about a matter of business and he informed me that the young adventurer Ladislaw is still to be seen 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
You are quite right. And from what I hear he has done very little for the reputation of young Mrs. Lydgate either.
CHETTAM
I have been wondering how I could broach the matter to Dorothea without ... without ... it is damnedly difficult - pardon me ...

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MRS. CADWALLADER
Enough! I understand. You shall be innocent.
CHETTAM
I don't mean that it's of any consequence. Only - only it's desirable that 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
Are you going to Tipton, my dear? Let me come with you. I have a bone to pick with Mr. Kell about his chickens.

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5/28. EXT. COUNTRY ROAD BETWEEN FRESHITT AND TIPTON. AUGUST 1831. DAY 60. (1505).

DOROTHEA and MRS. CADWALLADER in an open carriage on a lovely summer day.

Start to hear MRS. CADWALLADER voice over from a distance:

MRS. CADWALLADER [VO]
And young Mr. Ladislaw, as I understand it, is still not gone from Middlemarch. That report was a false one.

Now we get in close.

MRS. CADWALLADER
He prefers, apparently, to spend his day warbling with your Dr. Lydgate's wife, or lying upon 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 will not hear evil spoken of Mr. Ladislaw. He has suffered too much injustice already!

MRS. CADWALLADER is unrepentant.

MRS. CADWALLADERlink to note
Well, heaven grant it, my dear! - I mean that all bad tales may be false. But it's a pity young Lydgate married one of those Middlemarch girls - after all, wasn't he the son of somebody? But it's no use being wise for other people. This is a chill breeze. I do not know why we English stubbornly persevere with open carriages.link to note

[Page] 5/49

5/29. EXT. TIPTON. AUGUST 1831. DAY 60. (1512).link to note

We see from a distance the carriage draw up in front of the house, and MRS. CADWALLADER going round to the dairy.

DOROTHEA is met outside by MRS. KELL, the housekeeper.

DOROTHEA
Hello Mrs. Kell. I've just come to pick up some documents.
MRS. KELL
But Mrs Casaubon ....
DOROTHEA [heading for the door]
I shall only be five minutes.
MRS. KELL
.... Mr. Ladislaw is here.
DOROTHEA
Oh.

[No Sc.5/30 : no page 5/50]


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5/31. INT. TIPTON. DRAWING ROOM. AUGUST 1831. DAY 60. (1514).

LADISLAW looks up from sorting a portfolio of sketches to see DOROTHEA in the doorway.

LADISLAW
I wrote to you - 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 I saw you before, I was dreaming that I might come back some day. I don't think I ever shall 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, in your eyes and in the eyes of others. I wish you to know that under no circumstances would I have given men the chance of saying I sought money on the pretext of seeking ... something else. There was no need of any safeguard against me ... your wealth itself was safeguard enough.
DOROTHEA
Do you suppose I ever disbelieved in you? I am 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.
DOROTHEA
But what shall you do?
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.

We need to feel the tension, the unhappiness, her sadness, his sense of desperation and hopelessness, and oddly resentment, because she seems cold to him. We need to feel they are both dying to be in each other's arms, but he has his scruples about the will, she has her confusion about whether he's talking about her or Rosy. They're both waiting for the other one to give permission really.

And here comes MRS. KELL:

MRS. KELL
Mrs. Cadwallader is ready, Ma'am, if you are.
DOROTHEA
Yes - yes, tell her I will be there directly.

She's trying to reach him, but it feels to him like a rebuff, and she reads it in his face.

DOROTHEA [moving towards him impulsively]
I have never done you any injustice. Please remember me.

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She takes his hand. He holds hers for a moment. He feels terrible. He is going to have to let go for ever and never touch her again.

LADISLAW
Why should you say that? As if I were not in danger of forgetting everything else!

He says it almost savagely, turns on his heel and walks out.

She stands there stunned. And realises now, that it is her he's crazy about, not Rosy.link to note


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5/32. EXT. TIPTON. AUGUST 1831. DAY 60. (1518).

LADISLAW galloping away, a doomed Romantic figure.

DOROTHEA comes out.

MRS. CADWALLADER in the carriage, gobsmacked.


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5/33. EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. AUGUST 1831. DAY 60. (1645).

LADISLAW in the stagecoach, looking tragic and Byronic. The luggage piled on top.

The coach goes over a ridge, is silhouetted against the landscape, then drops down on the dark side.

He's gone for ever, we should feel.

Great sad chords confirm the feeling.link to note


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5/34. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT 61. (2234).

ROSAMOND is playing and singing. She too looks miserable.

LYDGATE is sunk in his chair, lost in his own thoughts.

FAREBROTHER, watchful eyed, aware of both of them, wondering what the situation really is.

ROSAMOND finishes her song.

FAREBROTHER
Delightful. I often wonder how it is that music can speak to us so easily and yet so deeply - and whether each of us takes the same message from it. Perhaps we all hear quite different things. I wonder what sort of experiment could determine the answer to that? Could one be devised, do you think, Lydgate?

FAREBROTHER isn't just being sociable. He has this lively intellectual curiosity - everything is interesting to him, as everything used to be interesting to LYDGATE. And LYDGATE isn't in a torpor ... it's rather that he's somewhere else.

LYDGATE
What? I've no idea. I suppose so. If anyone thought it worth their while.

ROSAMOND has risen.

ROSAMOND [as calm as ever]
Tertius never cares what he hears. He would be just as happy to hear the howling of a chained dog. Please excuse me, Mr. Farebrother.

She goes out.


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FAREBROTHER
What is it, Lydgate?
LYDGATE
Oh ... Things have been ...

He wakes up and turns to FAREBROTHER, his eyes glittering. (In the book it says that FAREBROTHER wonders if LYDGATE is on opiates).

LYDGATE
I feel as if I've been losing control of my life ... 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
Come, your work on cholera has been widely ...
LYDGATE
Any fool could have done that - it's simply a matter of public education and a clean water supply. I wanted to do something fundamental, discover what primal unit of life that ... God! What a ridiculous coxcomb I am. I haven't the brains to manage my own household budget, it seems.
FAREBROTHER
Well, there you have a lovely wife to share the burden with you.

LYDGATE silent for a moment. He is experiencing first a surge of resentment, almost hatred, for ROSAMOND, her bland opposition, her refusal to share anything but ... and then the corresponding swing the other way:

LYDGATE
Yes, she is lovely, isn't she. My wife is, after all, a lovely woman. And nothing else, after all, matters ... I suppose.

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FAREBROTHER stares at him. He didn't realise there were problems in that area too. And LYDGATE's speech was so inward that he can't think of a way of addressing it.

He senses that LYDGATE wants to be left alone. He gets up.

FAREBROTHER
I must be going; I've kept you up too late.

He hesitates, then:

FAREBROTHER
Lydgate: you were a great help to me not long ago. It might have seemed a small thing to you, but 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 in which 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. Forgive me, Farebrother. Not usually such a bear. It's only money, after all.

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5/35. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRESSING ROOM/ BEDROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT 61. (2305).

LYDGATE still fully dressed, ROSAMOND in her nightgown, letting her hair down at the looking glass.

He is sitting on a chaise longue, speaking to her reflection.

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.

Mentioning moving house is an awful shock for Rosy. She doesn't say anything, but she goes tense all over, you can see it in her back.

LYDGATE soldiers on, disastrously:

LYDGATE
I think I see one way out. Young 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 is trembling now, biting her lip, trying not to sob.

LYDGATE
I am sorry, Rosamond. 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 that way.

[Page] 5/60

That brings him to his feet.

LYDGATE [savage]

Like it? Of course I don't like it! It's the only thing that I can do!
ROSAMOND
I should have thought there were other things. Why do we not sell up and leave Middlemarch altogether?
LYDGATE
To do what? What's the use of my leaving my work in Middlemarch to go where I have none? We should be just as penniless elsewhere as we are here!

He is very angry with her, not just because she refuses to (or is unable to) understand, but because she is demonstrating some kind of superiority, almost contempt. She's being the calm one, the blameless one; he's the helpless ranter. He'd like to take her by her pretty throat and shake her. And there's worse to come:

ROSAMOND
If we are to be penniless, it will be your fault, Tertius. Why couldn't you show more respect to your family? 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.

That galls her, because of course she turned down Ned herself for LYDGATE.

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!

Spoken with such violent that she flinches: but she's not frightened of him. She stands her ground.


[Page] 5/61

He's the one that's out of control. He is in fact scared he's going to hit her. She is almost defying him to.

I think perhaps he does grab her arm - possibly much more tightly than he means to.

He turns, and walks out, slamming the bedroom door.

She stands quite still until she's heard the front door slam. Then moving in a very quiet, controlled way - she might still be trembling a bit - she sits down at the looking-glass again.


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5/36. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH STREETS. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT 61. (2352).

LYDGATE marching along, in a state of desperation. Full of self-destructive energy.

It's very late. The streets are quite empty.

LYDGATE
Oh, God, God, God. God. God!

It's not a prayer - he's not a believer - but a cry of pain. In the distance, a dog howls. You and me together, mate, thinks LYDGATE. He's beginning to calm down a bit.

LYDGATE [softly]
Oh, Rosy ... Rosy.

She's the wrong wife for him, she doesn't really love him very much, she's shallow, devious, defiant in her quiet way ... but he's in the old Adam and Eve situation: how can he live without her, she's flesh of his flesh, all that.


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5/37. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT 61/62. (0018).

Dark, but enough light to see ROSAMOND sleeping serenely, as LYDGATE comes in quietly and kneels by the bedside and strokes her hair.

LYDGATE [softly]
Rosy ... Rosy ... forgive me ... my poor little bird.

She opens her eyes, and looks at him mildly.

LYDGATE
Rosy, forgive me. We must love one another. If we don't, we have nothing. Rosy ... ?

She opens her arms to him.

ROSAMOND
Tertius.

He gets into bed, desperate to hold her, be held by her, bury himself in her.

LYDGATE
Oh, God, Rosy, Rosy, to be without you ... I couldn't bear it ... Rosy, my darling ... little bird ...
ROSAMOND
Tertius ... you're still dressed ...

She's still drowsy, but she loves all this, her power over him ... LYDGATE, desperate to make love to her, wriggles out of his jacket.


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LYDGATE
Rosy ... my darling ... little bird ... little bird ...

It's oblivion he wants, blindness, darkness, to lose himself in her ...

ROSAMOND
Tertius ...

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5/40. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. PLYMDALE HOUSE. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 62. (1130).

ROSAMOND walking up the steps to the front door of a big solid old-fashioned house in what is obviously a very prosperous area.

A SERVANT opens the door, curtsies, and lets her in.


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5/41. INT. PLYMDALE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 62. (1144).

This would be about the same size and level of luxury of LYDGATE's house, but decorated and furnished in a more old-fashioned style, more stuff from 1800-1810 than from 1830.

ROSAMOND sits opposite MRS. PLYMDALE.

MRS. PLYMDALE
Yes, thank you, Ned is very happy and we are very happy for him. And Sophie Toller is all I could desire in a daughter-in-law. A very nice girl - no airs, no pretensions.
ROSAMOND
Yes, I have always thought her very agreeable, Mrs. Plymdale. I think there is every prospect of their being a happy couple. What house will they take?
MRS. PLYMDALE
Oh, well, they must put up with what they can get. They have been looking at the 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 don't happen to know of any other house that might be at liberty now or in the near future?

She's suddenly gone very beady-eyed, has Mrs. Plymdale.

ROSAMOND
Oh, no; I am sorry; I hear so little of these things.

Her lovely mild innocent face.

And start to hear TRUMBULL over:


[Page] 5/69

TRUMBULL [VO]
My dear Mrs. Lydgate! This is indeed, a privilege, an honour, and a delight! I had the very great pleasure of welcoming your husband here not two hours ago!

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5/42. INT. MIDDLEMARCH. TRUMBULL'S OFFICE. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 62. (1219).

ROSAMOND sits down and so does TRUMBULL.

TRUMBULL
Am I entitled to draw the inference that your visit is connected with the same proposed transaction, Mrs. Lydgate?
ROSAMOND
I think so, Mr. Trumbull. Did Dr. Lydgate speak to you about giving up our house?
TRUMBULL
Indeed he did, Mrs. Lydgate. And I intend to take steps to fulfil his order this very afternoon.
ROSAMOND
I called to tell you not to go any further, Mr. Trumbull; and to beg you not to mention what has been said on the subject. To anybody. Will you be able to oblige me in this?
TRUMBULL
Certainly, Mrs. Lydgate. Certainly. Confidence is sacred with me on business or any other topic. Rely on me. The affair shall go no further.
ROSAMOND
Thank you, Mr. Trumbull.

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5/43. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT 63. (2120).

Start on ROSAMOND's face as she sits quietly playing the piano: calm, everything under control.

LYDGATE is sitting on the sofa 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 leans back, lost in thought, but not gloomy as he's been recently. More alert, speculative.

ROSAMOND stops playing and he looks across at her calm face with its little cat smile.

LYDGATE
You're a good girl, Rosy.
ROSAMOND
What are all those papers, Tertius?
LYDGATE
I suddenly got the notion that I might after all be able to do something useful in the experimental way ... 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. Mr. Ned Plymdale has taken a house in St. Peter's Place. I met his mother and she told me.

LYDGATE is instantly depressed again.


[Page] 5/72

LYDGATE
Damn. [with an effort]
Well, perhaps someone else may turn up. I told Trumbull to be on the lookout if we failed with Plymdale.

ROSAMOND leaves the piano and goes to him. She's going to have to be very endearing. She might move books off his lap and sit in it herself.

ROSAMOND
How much money is it that those disagreeable people want?
LYDGATE
What disagreeable people?
ROSAMOND
Oh, the ones who made the inventory - and the others ... I mean, how much money would satisfy them so that we needn't be troubled by them any more?
LYDGATE
Well: if I had got six hundred from Plymdale for the furniture, I could have paid off Spooner, and given enough on account to the others to make them wait patiently.
ROSAMOND
But how much would we need if we stayed here?
LYDGATE [bitterly]
More than I'm likely to get anywhere ...

She does something affectionate to him, strokes his hair perhaps.

ROSAMOND
Tertius?

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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 ordered him not to inquire further.

He's ready to be in a rage more or less instantly, but keeps his voice icy calm. They are very close to each other, physically still, but they are enemies now.

LYDGATE
May I ask why?
ROSAMOND
I knew that the Plymdales had taken a house. And I knew it would be very injurious to your reputation if it were known you wished to part with your house and furniture. And I had a very strong objection to it. I think that was reason enough.

There's a sense of her own worth here that makes her feel right, even though she's not telling the truth.

LYDGATE
You had reason enough? To contradict my orders secretly, and treat me like a fool?

Again he feels an urge to take her by the throat and shake her.


[Page] 5/74

Their faces are very close. She winces at his raised, harsh, brutal voice:

LYDGATE
Is it possible to make you understand what the consequences will be? Is it of any use at all 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 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 painful to me, and so degrading to you.

Her voice is calm. She never loses her temper. There is a little tremble of self-pity at the end, there, perhaps.

She is a much more skillful fighter than he is. He is feeling furious, and out-manoeuvred.

LYDGATE
And suppose I disregard your opinion as you disregard mine?
ROSAMOND
You can do so, of course. But I think you should have told me before we married that you would place me in the worst position, rather than give up your own will.

He feels bitter - he might even groan aloud. This is war.

ROSAMOND
When we were married everyone felt that your position would be very high. I could not have imagined then that you would want to sell our furniture, and 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.

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ROSAMOND
Many people have been in debt, but if they are respectable, people trust them.

He doesn't say anything, but his reaction is physical, expressing his exasperation at her wilful refusal to face facts.

ROSAMOND
May I at least request that you will not go to 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.

She turns aside. The litter of papers and books on the sofa suddenly irritates her. It's like the debris of their life together.

ROSAMOND
What a mess you have made here - I hate all your stupid experiments. I am going to bed.

[Page] 5/75a

5/43a. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. ROSAMOND'S DRESSING ROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 62 (2145).

ROSAMOND at her dressing table, starting to write a letter. We hear her voice over:

ROSAMOND [VO]
My dear Sir Godwin ...

She pauses to think how best to put it. Her tongue pokes out between her lips.

[No Sc.5.44 : no page 5/76]


[Page] 5/77

5/45. INT. GARTH HOUSE. PARLOUR. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 64. (1753).link to note

BEN and LETTY dragging FRED in.

BEN
It's Fred, it's Fred!
MRS. GARTH
Good day Fred. I was just reading this letter from Alfred.
FRED
How is Alfred?
MRS. GARTH
He's doing very well, Fred - he's just won a prize as best apprentice in his year.
FRED [a bit embarrassed]
He's a great fellow, Alfred. I'm afraid he puts me to shame, Mrs. Garth.
MRS. GARTH
I'm afraid he does, Fred.

She says it very straight; she won't be charmed.

FRED
I know you think I'm 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, too, that means more to me than anything ...

She looks up.


[Page] 5/78

FRED
That I might win Mary, I mean. I expect Mr. Garth told you. I don't expect you were surprised.
MRS. GARTH
Not surprised that Mary encouraged you? Yes, I confess I was surprised.
FRED
No, no - I meant you would not be surprised to hear 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 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?

[Page] 5/79

MRS. GARTH
Yes, she's in the orchard, Fred. I believe she's 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 64. (1757). DUSK.

FRED's distant view of MARY and FAREBROTHER, their heads close together in earnest conversation, framed in some elegant natural configuration of apple boughs.

But as he approaches FAREBROTHER turns and smiles:

FAREBROTHER
Fred! Is Mr. Garth returned?
FRED
Yes, he's in his office.
FAREBROTHER
Bear with me: I must just have a word with him.

And off he goes.

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'm not ungrateful - I just have this dreadful certainty I shall be bowled out by him.

[Page] 5/81

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, leaving him gobsmacked.link to note


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5/47a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. COACH YARD. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 6S. (1630). LATE AFTERNOON.

To ominous music, the stagecoach rattles in and stops.

Some sort of dispute seems to be going on inside, as RAFFLES emerges, in a bad state.

RAFFLES
I am getting out! Don't distress yourself old man! I know where I'm not wanted! I have friends! By Jove it's cold! Have a care with my portmanteau, you ruffian!

He is drunk, but he looks ill as well. His face a horrible dark red colour, his eyes staring wildly, very bloodshot, his breath hoarse, occasionally shaken by a racking cough.

He has to hold himself up on the rail they tie the horses to.

Some little kids, URCHINS, come round to inspect him and laugh at him.

URCHIN
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.

HAWLEY the horsey lawyer strides up and scatters them.

HAWLEY
Off with you! Out of my sight!

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5/47b. EXT. WHITE HART INN. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 65. (1631). LATE AFTERNOON.
RAFFLES
Thank you sir, thank you kindly, you find John Raffles at a temporary low ebb in his fortunes ... I have to visit a friend - a dear old friend, old Nick Bulstrode of Stone Court.
HAWLEY
Mr. Bulstrode? No friend of mine, sir. One of these men'll take you. Thomas!

A DRIVER with a trap, bucolic type.

HAWLEY
Carry this gentleman to Stone Court. Mr. Bulstrode's country seat. You have the money, sir.
RAFFLES
Nick'll pay. He loves to see me dearly does my old friend Nicky Bulstrode. He'll pay all right!

RAFFLES starts to laugh and cough and wheeze.

RAFFLES [getting into the trap]
He's paid before, and he'll pay again. He loves it, loves it! Loves to see me, loves to pay! Oh dear, oh dear. Old Nick. Old Nicky. Old Nicky boy ... oh thank you kindly sir, you're a saint and a Christian, up we get ...

Prolonged coughing fit as they get him on to the seat.

RAFFLES
Thank you kindly, won't forget this!
HAWLEY [sardonic smile]
Nor will I, sir.

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5/48. EXT. STONE COURT. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 65. (1720). LATE AFTERNOON.

It would be good if it were almost dusk.

The cart coming up the truck towards Stone Court.

RAFFLES' silhouette, a black bundle, rocked about on the coach.

Hear snatches of hoarse singing, just little fragments, and coughs.

[No Sc 5/49 : no page 5/85]


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5/50. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT 65. (1950).

RAFFLES sits at a table by the fire. He has some food, which he picks at, and a bottle of brandy and a glass. He is muttering to himself.

He pours himself a drink but his arm shakes so much that he can hardly do it. Drinks the drink. Is still for a moment.

The he feels a horrible itchy crawly feeling on his arm, and scrabbles at it with his other hand. He's sweating a lot too.

RAFFLES
Oh, dear. Oh, Lord. I'm bad. I'm very bad. I think I caught a chill on the road, Nick. Somewhere round Stoney Stanton. That's a cold damp place is Stoney Stanton. Warming up now, warming up. Old Nicky's a good boy, say what you like. Are you there, Nick? Bugger me, I'm talking to myself.

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5/51. INT. STONE COURT. HALL. SEPTEMBER 1831. NIGHT 65. (1951).

BULSTRODE and MRS. BULSTRODE are watching him through the doorway from the dark corridor.

MRS. BULSTRODE
I don't understand it, Nicholas. Surely he has no further claim on us.
BULSTRODE
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". I know, my love - he is repulsive, degraded - but you need not see him or speak to him. Mrs. Abel will tend to his bodily needs, and I to his spirirual needs. And I shall send him away at first light tomorrow in my own carriage.
MRS. BULSTRODE
You are very good, Nicholas.
BULSTRODE
I knew him in other days ... before he had sunk so deep.
RAFFLES [off]
Nick ... where are you, Nicky boy? Come and bear me company.

BULSTRODE goes in and closes the door.

[No Sc.5/52 : no page 5/88]


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5/53. INT. STONE COURT. CORRIDOR. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 66. (0650).

It is just before dawn. BULSTRODE comes down a corridor with a candle, and opens a door.


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5/54. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 66 (0651).

RAFFLES sleeping uneasily on a narrow bed in the small room. He is having a bad dream and making sounds.

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!

RAFFLES struggles into consciousness.

RAFFLES
What - what - oh, hallo, Nick, I thought you was ...
BULSTRODE
Be silent, sir, and hear what I have to say. My carriage will be here in ten minutes, at seven o'clock. I shall conduct you as far as Ilsley myself. I will furnish you with a reasonable sum on your application to me by letter. 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. Get up, sir, and do as I order you, or I shall send for a policeman to take you off my premises!

He walks out, leaving RAFFLES struggling up.


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5/55. EXT. STONE COURT. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 66. (0658). DAWN.

BULSTRODE opens the front door and comes out, looking up at the heavens, then down towards Middlemarch.

BULSTRODE
But he will return, if Death doesn't take him first ... why do you allow him to torment me so?

[No Sc.5/56 : no page 5/92]


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5/57. INT. BULSTRODE'S CARRIAGE. ROAD NEAR STONE COURT. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 66. (0719).

BULSTRODE's black carriage, all closed up, looks like something an undertaker or the Prince of Darkness himself might use for a little outing.

Inside the carriage, BULSTRODE and his tormentor RAFFLES, who is having a prolonged coughing fit.

BULSTRODE sits very still, very straight, trying not to touch RAFFLES, who is a bit smelly.

RAFFLES, by contrast, is all over the place, but equally doomed.

We might see this in one long glance from his bloodshot eye.


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5/58. EXT. BULSTRODE'S CARRIAGE. ROAD NEAR STONE COURT. SEPTEMBER 1831. DAY 66. (0720).

The carriage rattles down away from us into the early morning light.

[END OF EPISODE FIVE]


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THE SENDING OF THIS SCRIPT DOES NOT CONSTITUTE AN OFFER OF ANY PART IN IT.

REVISED ISSUE 2 - 16.02.93

MIDDLEMARCHlink to note

by GEORGE ELIOT

Screenplay for television in six parts

by ANDREW DAVIES

EPISODE 6

PRODUCER ··· LOUIS MARKS
Associate Producer ... ALISON GEE
Script Editor ··· SUSIE CHAPMAN
Producer's Secretary ··· LUCY HOARE

DIRECTOR ... ANTHONY PAGE
First Assistant Director ... ROB EVANS
Production Manager ... JULIE EDWARDS
Location Manager ··· SAM BRECKMAN
Location Manager ... JEFF GOLDING
Continuity ··· JANE GRIFFITHS
P.A. ··· UNA SAPLAMIDES
Finance Assistant ··· IAN BOALER
Second Assistant Director ... KATY BRIERS
Second Assistant Director ... TANIA NORMAND
Third Assistant Director ··· ANNE-MARIE CRAWFORD

LIGHTING CAMERAMAN ... BRIAN TUFANO
Camera Assistant ··· IAN JACKSON
Clapper Loader ... JULIAN BUCKNALL
SOUND RECORDIST ... DICK BOULTER
Sound Assistant ··· TIM BOISSAUD-COOKE
Grip ... ROY RUSSELL
LIGHTING GAFFER ... ALAN MUHLEY
Best Boy ... TERRY MONTAGUE
FILM EDITOR ... JERRY LEON
FILM EDITOR ... PAUL TOTHILL

DESIGNER ... GERRY SCOTT
Art Director ... JOHN COLLINS
Art Director ... MARK KEBBY
Buyer ... SARA RICHARDSON
Set Dresser ··· MARJ PRATT
Construction Manager ... BARRY MOLL
Design Op. Supervisor ... VIC YOUNG
Prop Master ··· BOB ELTON
Prod. Op. ... MARK BEVAN
Prod. Op. ··· DANNY EUSTON
Prod. Op· ··· JOE MALONE

CONTINUED


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COSTUME DESIGNER ... ANUSHIA NIERADZIK
Costume Assistant ... THERESA HUGHES
Costume Assistant ... SALLY PLUMB
Dresser ... SUE BURROWS
Dresser ... RUSSELL BARNETT
MAKE-UP DESIGNER ... DEANNE TURNER
Make-Up Assistant ... JUDITH GILL-DOUGHERTY
Make-Up Assistant ... JANE BURSTOW
Make-Up Assistant ... PHILLIPPA HALL
VISUAL EFFECTS DESIGNER ... STUART BRISDON

CASTING DIRECTOR ... GAIL STEVENS
Assistant ... ANDY PRYOR

Artists Booker ... MAGGIE ANSON

Researcher ... JUNE AVERIL


[Page] 6/1

6/1. INT. NEW HOSPITAL. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY 67. (1530).

LYDGATE coming towards us down the ward, walking fast with his ASSISTANT and TWO NURSES struggling to keep up. We can't hear what they are talking about. The ASSISTANT and NURSES are asking him questions.

Other DOCTORS and NURSES call to him as he marches on; he looks hunted and gives brief, preoccupied answers.

We hear voices over discussing LYDGATE and his affairs ... the voices are from people at VINCY's party, but we don't know that yet.

DR. MINCHIN [VO]
Cholera? Here in Middlemarch? I shall be extremely surprised if it comes so far.
MR. STANDISH [VO]
Well there's cholera in London, cholera in Birmingham, why should Middlemarch be left behind?
CHICHELY [VO]
Young Lydgate seems to think it's coming ­ spends all his time at the new hospital preparing for it.
WRENCH [VO]
Don't you believe it, he's just keeping out of the way of his creditors!

Laughter.


[Page] 6/2

WRENCH [VO]
Did you hear what Mawmsey the grocer said about Lydgate and cholera? Never mind the cholera, says Mawmsey, what about my account? I don't want him exposed to any fatal diseases till he's paid my bill!

And at some point in that last speech we cut to:


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6/2. INT. VINCY'S HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. FEBRUARY 1832. NIGHT 67. (1915).

It's a big open-house evening - more of a soiree than a dinner party.

WRENCH and his cronies in a group that includes DR. MINCHIN, MR. CHICHELY, STANDISH and FAREBROTHER.

As WRENCH finishes, CHICHELY, MINCHIN and STANDISH laugh quite loudly, attracting attention from the far end of the room, where we can see VINCY and MRS. VINCY, looking jolly as usual. ROSAMOND, looking serene, and LYDGATE, looking pale, drawn, at odds with the world.

FAREBROTHER
Come, Mr Wrench, be candid. You're too clever not to see what good work Lydgate is doing ... Middlemarch will be better able to cope with the cholera if it comes than any town in the Midlands, thanks to Lydgate's work.
MINCHIN
And you should be obliged to Lydgate, Wrench, for he's sent you the cream of his patients.
WRENCH
Well, it's his own fault if he's lost half his practice. Arrogance don't go down well in Middlemarch.
STANDISH
He lives at a great rate, too, for a man with his way to make. I suppose his grand relations in the North back him up.
CHICHELY
I hope they do, else he shouldn't have married that lovely girl we were all so fond of.

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He says that in an unconsciously petulant way, so that they laugh at him.

CHICHELY
Well hang it, you're bound to hear a grudge against a man who carries off the prettiest girl in town!

They're still laughing at him a bit, goodhumouredly, and we can see ROSAMOND at the top of the table, framed by their dark jowly faces: she's still as lovely as ever, and seems serene, though LYDGATE by her side looks almost desperate.

FAREBROTHER through all that, a bit worried and watchful, not finding the jokes so funny as the rest of them.


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6/3. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY 68. (0945).

A POSTMAN goes up the steps and knocks at the door.

A SERVANT opens the door and gives the POSTMAN some money for the letter, and the POSTMAN goes off.


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6/4. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE BREAKFAST ROOM. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY 68. (0947)link to note

ROSAMOND, excited, hurries into the room where LYDGATE is sitting at the table finishing breakfast.

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 with. 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."

He tosses the letter across the table to ROSAMOND.


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LYDGATE
Read the rest yourself: it sticks in my throat.

She reads it silently while LYDGATE sits there silently raging: there's more savagery boiling up inside him. 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 might have to get up, he has such an urge to violent action.

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.

He speaks much more gently:

LYDGATE
Oh, Rosamond. Can't you see that nothing can be so fatal as a lack of openness, of confidence between us. Am I such an unreasonable, furious brute? Why should you not be open with me?

Still silence.


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LYDGATE
Will you only say that you have been mistaken, and that I may depend on your not acting secretly in future?

Now as she looks at him, there are tears in her eyes.

ROSAMOND
You expect me to make promises, when you have used such cruel words to me. I have not been used to language of that kind, and I think you ought to apologise.

A little tremor at the end there, she genuinely feels ill­ used.

ROSAMOND
You spoke of its being impossible to live with me. Certainly you have not made my life pleasant of late. I think it was to be expected that I should try to avert some of the hardships which our marriage has brought on me.

LYDGATE can't help wincing at that "not made my life pleasant" - it's so mild, so understated, compared to what he said.

He looks at her. So lovely. Come on, one last big effort:

LYDGATE
Rosamond. You should allow for a man's words when he's disappointed and provoked. You and I can't have opposite interests. I cannot separate my happiness from yours. I should never have been angry with you if you had been open with me.
ROSAMOND
I only wished to prevent you from hurrying us into wretchedness without any necessity.

The tears are flowing fast now: she genuinely feels ill­ used and has lots of sympathy for herself.


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ROSAMOND
It is so very hard to be disgraced here among all 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.link to note


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6/5. INT. NEW HOSPITAL. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY 68. (1405).

Music over:

LYDGATE strides through the ward, accompanied by his medical team.

We want to somehow get the feeling of LYDGATE being caged in, imprisoned in this echoing building where all paths lead to the same point - perhaps jump-cut or superimpose shots of his pounding the wards like a panther in his cage ...

He stands in front of a dying patient's bed ... the patient's mouth, like a black hole, opening and closing meaninglessly.

LYDGATE's ASSISTANTS are talking to him, but it comes out as indecipherable echoing chatter.

There is a phial of opium amongst other medicines on a tray or trolley by the dying patient's bed. He finds himself staring at the bottle.

He picks it up and walks away while his assistants are still talking, leaving them staring after him.


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6/6. INT. NEW HOSPITAL. OFFICE. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY 68 (1425).link to note

The music continues over LYDGATE in his private office measuring himself a very accurate dose of opium and draining it.

[No Sc.6/7 : no page 6/12]


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6/8. INT. GREEN DRAGON. FEBRUARY 1832. NIGHT 68. (1745).

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.


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6/9. INT. GREEN DRAGON. FEBRUARY 1832. NIGHT 68. (1850). LATER.

LYDGATE is playing billiards with HORROCK, the foxy horse trader of few words. HIRAM FORD is scoring.

We can see FRED VINCY among those watching in the background.

LYDGATE looks very intense, his eyes are glittering. He needs to look like a good player. He has his jacket off and looks strong and powerful.

He judges the shot quickly, then plays it with control, flair and power. He goes in off the red: the ball fairly rockets into the pocket. A little roar of approval goes up.

He laughs aloud, straightens, and takes money off BAMBRIDGE and HORROCK.

HORROCK goes to play his shot. He has only two balls to play with, and plays safe, or as safe as he can. Very deadpan, is HORROCK.

It's LYDGATE's turn again.

BAMBRIDGE
Two pounds says you don't pot red Mr. Lydgate.
LYDGATE
Make it five.
BAMBRIDGE
Aye, if you will.

It's a difficult shot. LYDGATE makes it. More reaction from SPECTATORS.

LYDGATE takes his money. He's sort of unhealthily excited.

In on FRED VINCY's face. He's very surprised at LYDGATE. He's been in this sort of situation before himself, but he never thought LYDGATE was the type.


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6/10 INT. GREEN DRAGON. FEBRUARY 1832. NIGHT 68. (2105). LATER.

It's much quieter round the billiard table now. But even more SPECTATORS. We can hear drunken singing from the other bar, but things are serious now in this one. LYDGATE plays his shot, he's trying to go in off the red as he did before, but this time just misses - the ball rattles in the jaws of the pocket, but stays out.

LYDGATE gives a short bitter laugh as he straightens and hands over the money. He doesn't seem to have much left in his wad.

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. Horrock!

LYDGATE looks like someone waking from a bad dream as he hands yet another note to HORROCK and BAMBRIDGE.

BAMBRIDGE
Go another, Mr. Lydgate?

FRED, on impulse, pushes through the crowd to LYDGATE.

FRED
Mr. Lydgate. Tertius.
LYDGATE
Oh, hallo, Fred.
FRED
Mr. Farebrother is anxious to speak to you; he's just in the room next door.

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LYDGATE
Yes. Yes, of course. I'd ... just finished a game. Excuse me, gentlemen. Good night.

LYDGATE and FRED move out of the billiard room.

LYDGATE
What does he want, do you know?
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.

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6/12. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL. FEBRUARY 1832. NIGHT 68. (2158).

LYDGATE leans against the door. Shuts his eyes. What a fool he has been. How much has he got left? One pound note. Oh, God.

And we start to hear BULSTRODE's voice over:

BULSTRODE [VO]
Thank you, Dr. Lydgate, for attending upon me so promptly.

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6/13. INT. BULSTRODE'S BANK. FEBRUARY 1832. DAY 69. (1115).

LYDGATE is taking BULSTRODE's pulse. He looks at the pupils of his eyes as well.

LYDGATE
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, if that's possible.
BULSTRODE
That is what I hope to do. If the cholera should come to Middlemarch, as many believe it will, I fear its effects on a delicate constitution such as mine.
LYDGATE
Well, you can congratulate yourself for doing your share towards protecting Middlemarch from infection - and if the cholera should come, even our enemies will admit that the arrangements in the hospital are a great public good.
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.

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BULSTRODE
I have for some time felt that I should open this subject with you in relation to our Hospital. [ominous pause ]
Under 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
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: Mrs. Casaubon may he willing to increase her contribution. I believe she is looking at a model village, with a view to setting up some such scheme at Lowick but she may be prepared to consider taking my place as the principal benefactor of the Hospital.
LYDGATE
Thank you, Mr. Bulstrode. I am obliged to you for giving me full notice. But ...

He is hesitating about whether to swallow his pride and blurt out his situation and ask for help.


[Page] 6/21

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 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 am grieved, but not surprised. My advice to you, Dr. Lydgate, is that instead of involving yourself in further ohligations, you should simply become a bankrupt.

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 and helps LYDGATE find his tongue.

LYDGATE
Thank you for that advice. I have occupied you too long. Good day.

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6/14. EXT. COUNTRYSIDE NEAR STONE COURT. MAY l832. DAY 70. (1035)link to note

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, hold on there ...

He reaches RAFFLES, jumps down from the gig. Helps him up.

CALEB
You're in no fit state to walk that hill, my friend. Were you going to Stone Court?
RAFFLES
That's it, sir. In a nutshell. See me old friend. Dear old scoundrel. Old Nick Bulstrode. Must see old Nick again before I die: scores to settle, sir, you see, there's scores to settle.

He's clinging to CALEB.

RAFFLES
Dear old Nick. D'ye know the man, sir? Very godly man. He'd skin his grandmother for sixpence and never turn a hair. You're very kind, sir, you're very kind.

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CALEB
I'll take you up to Stone Court: I think you're not too well.

He manages to get RAFFLES into the gig.

RAFFLES
I think I'm a dead man, sir, and that's a fact. I have to make my confession, sir, if you'll allow me ...
CALEB
I'm a man of business, not a priest, Mister ...
RAFFLES
Raffles, sir, Raffles is my name. You're a good man though. You'll do.

The gig ambles slowly back up the hill.


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6/15. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. MAY 1832. DAY 70. (1113).

MRS. ABEL, the housekeeper supporting RAFFLES out of the parlour and down the corridor.

CALEB stands awkwardly with his hat in his hand.

BULSTRODE
My housekeeper will make him comfortable.
CALEB
He wants a doctor. You should lose no time. He looks very 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 [hesitates]
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, but I must give it up.

A pause.

BULSTRODE
Will you sit down, Mr. Garth?

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CALEB
I'll stand, thank you sir.
BULSTRODE
You have been led to this, no doubt, by some slander from that unhappy creature.link to note
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? What did he tell you?
CALEB
No need to repeat it. I'll never speak of it to 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. I don't judge you, and say, he is wicked and I am righteous. God forbid. I don't know everything. A man may do wrong, and wish he might rise clear of it, and not be able to. If that's the way 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!

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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. Such tales as that will never tempt my tongue. I thought you knew me better, Mr. Bulstrode. I'll take your message to the doctor now. Good day to you. I thought you knew me better, Mr. Bulstrode. I shall take your message to Dr. Lydgate directly.

And off he goes, leaving BULSTRODE feeling more alone than ever.link to note


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6/16. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY 70. (1325).

LYDGATE riding on horseback up the road towards Stone Court.


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6/17. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 70. (1340).

RAFFLES tossing and turning in bed in an uneasy sleep.

LYDGATE taking his pulse. BULSTRODE stands uneasily.

BULSTRODE
The man was in my employment many years ago. Afterwards he went to America.
LYDGATE
What is his name?
BULSTRODE
Raffles. John Raffles. The case is serious, I apprehend?
LYDGATE
Yes and no. He had a good constitution to start with, but years of abuse have weakened him. He's incontinent, of course, but that's nothing ... the symptoms you describe are consistent with delirium tremens, again not fatal in itself. His liver might give out at any time, his system is full of poison, and I'm worried about his heart and lungs. 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. Is your housekeeper competent to attend him?

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BULSTRODE
Mrs. Abel and her hushand are but recently in my service - I shall lake responsibility myself to oversee things. Mrs. Bulstrode is away visiting her sister.
LYDGATE
Get him to take as much fluid as possible ­ water and tea - absolutely no alcoholic liquors ... a little broth if he will take it ... I think he may well come through it. Still, new symptoms may arise. I shall come again tomorrow morning.
BULSTRODE
Thank you; you are very good.
BULSTRODE
Strange, is it not? I wonder what it is that makes us care for one another. When we do, that is. I'll see you tomorrow.link to note

BULSTRODE's face.


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6/18. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. MAY 1832. DAY 70. (1450).

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.


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6/19. INT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. HALL AND STAIRS. MAY 1832. DAY 70. (1452).

LYDGATE running up the stairs.

He passes TWO WAREHOUSEMEN coming down with a tea chest.

MR SPOONER stands on the landing counting items from a cabinet.

SPOONER
Ah! Dr. Lydgate. I took the liberty 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?
SPOONER
She did go out, sir, but I believe she has returned.

LYDGATE runs upstairs to the bedroom.

[No Sc. 6/20 : no page 6/33]


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6/21. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 70. (1458).

ROSAMOND is sitting 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 should come and live at home again until you have got a proper place for me.

She looks at him.

ROSAMOND
Should you object to that, Tenius?

He feels too exhausted, dispirited, to protest.

LYDGATE
Do as you like.
ROSAMOND
I should not go till tomorrow. I shall 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.

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Pause. The violence of his language - and prohahly 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't you 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.


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6/22. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. NIGHT 70. (2352).

The silhouette of the house. One window bedroom dimly lit.


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6/23. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT 70. (2355).

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 work, not for my glory but thine Lord should slip from my fingers, I know thou hast placed me on this earth to do thy will and foster thy holy purposes ... show me some sign Lord. Surely thou wilt release this wretched sinner here and take him to you, so that I may continue with thy holy work on earth? Give me some sign.

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?

RAFFLES half wakes with a terrible cry, sitting bolt upright and staring in his sleep, pulling at himself, as if beating rats off him, then falls back with a moan.

The HOUSEKEEPER, MRS. ABEL knocks and opens the door. She has a candle.


[Page] 6/38

MRS. ABEL
Did you call, Mr. Bulstrode?
BULSTRODE
No. No, he was dreaming. Go back to bed. I shall rest in the morning.
MRS. ABEL
Very good, sir.

She closes the door.


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6/24. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 71. (1040).

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. I have written the dose very precisely.
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. INT. STONE COURT. STAIRS AND PARLOUR. MAY 1832. DAY 71. (1047).

BULSTRODE leads the way down the stairs into the parlour.

BULSTRODE
You seem ... unwell yourself, if I may say so. You are troubled, are you not?
LYDGATE
You know I am. The only change in my fortunes is that my creditors are even now carrying away some of my household goods. If it is anything to you. 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.


[Page] 6/41

LYDGATE
That would pay all my debts, and leave me a little in hand. I am deeply obliged to you.
BULSTRODE
And I have great pleasure in being of service to you, Dr. Lydgate.

He gives him the cheque. Their eyes meet.

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6/27. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL AND STAIRS. MAY 1832 DAY 71. (1326).

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 71. (1327).

ROSAMOND is engrossed in reading a letter as LYDGATE comes in.

LYDGATE
Rosamond, my love! We are out of our difficulties! I have cleared all our debts today. Everything is secured - the silver, the furniture, everything.

She looks at him in wonder.

He seizes her in his arms and holds her to him.

LYDGATE
Oh, Rosy, Rosy, I am so sorry for the anguish I must have caused you. But now we have a chance to make a new start.
ROSAMOND
But how has it heen 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.


[Page] 6/45

LYDGATE
Yes, and you were right, my love, but we must learn from this and try to be more economical. I shall set up a surgery and take on an apprentice - that is if you do not mind, Rosy.
ROSAMOND
Why should I mind? Mr Ladislaw has written to us, Tertius! He is to come to Middlemarch in the course of business - I didn't know how I could reply, but now we shall he able to give a dinner party for him, shall we not?
LYDGATE
Yes, why not? A small one - yes, of course, Rosy, if that will make you happy.
ROSAMOND
It makes me very happy, Tertius.

[Sc.6/29 merged with Sc.6/31 : therefore no page 6/46]


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6/30. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY 71. (1750). DUSK.

Nice if we could have dark stormclouds scudding across the sky - that sort of feel, anyway.


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6/31. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 71. (1751). DUSK.

BULSTRODE at RAFFLES's bedside. Measuring out the drops of opium, supporting his head while he takes them.

RAFFLES [his voice is very weak]
Ah, Nick, Nick, I think I'm going ... it's a frightening thing, a terrible thing, 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
Thank you, Mrs. Abel. I shall sit up in my bedroom - don't hesitate to call me if there is any change.
MRS. ABEL
Yes, sir.
BULSTRODE
You know the dose. Two drops every hour, no more.
MRS. ABEL
Yes, sir. Good night, sir.

RAFFLES struggles into half wakefulness, then subsides.


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6/32a. INT. STONE COURT. MASTER BEDROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT 71. (2221).

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' weak querulous waily voice, and MRS. ABEL's responses. We can't hear the words, but this is the gist:

RAFFLES [VO]
Ah, I'm going, I'm going, I feel it, for pity's sake, woman, for the love of Christ, let me have a drop of brandy, I'm going I tell you ...
MRS. ABEL
Ooh, I don't know, I couldn't take it on myself, more than my place is worth ...
RAFFLES
Oh, God, I'm dying, I'm going ...
MRS. ABEL
I'II go and ask the master then ...

She knocks and enters the bedroom.

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.


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MRS. ABEL
Just a couple of glasses, sir, to nourish his blood a bit, poor creature, shall I have the key to the wine-cooler, sir?

Another pause.

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 71. (2227).

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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6/32c. INT. STONE COURT. MASTER BEDROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT 71. (2232).

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
Here we are then, just you wait now, you poor soul, a little drop of what you fancy never did no harm now, did it, come on. up we get ... there now ... take it slowly, little sips ... little sips ... little sips ... that's it ... that's the style ... right as rain in the morning.

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6/33. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 72. (0713).

BULSTRODE's face as he looks down at RAFFLES.

MRS. ABEL stands in the doorway, hands clasped demurely.

MRS. ABEL
He's gone very deep, sir. He went off gradual between three and four o'clock.

On the table by the bed, the brandy bottle, three quarters empty, a little glass, a spoon, the opium phial.

BULSTRODE
Thank you, Mrs. Abel.

She goes.

It's like a genre painting. The little room. The morning light streaming in. The still life on the table.

RAFFLES doesn't appear to be breathing, but we can hear the faint snuffly sound with very long pauses in between.

BULSTRODE's face. Carefully, deliberately, he takes the opium phial and the brandy bottle, and goes out.


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6/34. INT. STONE COURT. UPSTAIRS ANTEROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 72. (0725).

BULSTRODE is putting the brandy bottle back in the wine cooler.

He shuts the door and locks it.

He still has the opium phial. On consideration, he puts that in his pocket.

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6/36. INT. STONE COURT. SMALL BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 72. (1046).link to note

LYDGATE at RAFFLES' side. He looks puzzled and perturbed.

LYDGATE
When did the change begin?
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.
LYDGATE
And she understood the dosage?
BULSTRODE
Of course.

They are looking at each other.

RAFFLES lets out his last rattling breath.

LYDGATE turns back to him.

LYDGATE
It's all 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 71 (1052).

Lots of PEOPLE out today, going about their business, gossiping in little groups as usual.

BAMBRIDGE is with TWO BOOZY TYPES and he hails HOPKINS, the undertaker, in full gear, high top hat.

BAMBRIDGE
More work for the undertaker!
HOPKINS
Good morning to you, Mr. Bambridge.

He takes himself pretty seriously, does HOPKINS.

BAMBRIDGE
Passed you by Lowick churchyard again this morning, Mr. Hopkins. Trade must be very good!
HOPKINS
Not so, sir: 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 pay for another man's funeral? Who was the man?
HOPKINS
His name was Raffles, Mr. Bambridge.

BAMBRIDGE's face lights up.


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BAMBRIDGE
Raffles! Raffles and Bulstrode! Ho ho! I could tell you a tale about Raffles and Bulstrode, free of expense to any gentleman wanting a bit of curious information.

HAWLEY the horsey Tory lawyer speaks OOV.

HAWLEY [OOV]
I should he interested to hear it. Mr. Bambridge!

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6/38. INT. GREEN DRAGON. MAY 1832. DAY 73. (1120).

It's quite full inside, GOSSIPING GROUPS at the tables.

HAWLEY with BAMBRIDGE - this unusual pairing attracts attention inside the pub as well as outside.

MRS. DOLLOP brings drinks to the table.

MRS. DOLLOP
There you are, gentlemen.
BAMBRIDGE
Thank you, Mrs. Dollop.

Raising his glass to HAWLEY:

BAMBRIDGE
Much obliged to you, Mr. Hawley. [he leans forward] The fact of it is, from what poor Raffles told me, if everybody got their deserts, Bulstrode would be saying his prayers in Botany Bay. Guilty secrets, crimes in the past. Raffles told me that he could tap Bulstrode to any amount. And now he's dead.
HAWLEY
Where did he die?
MRS. DOLLOP
At Stone Court, sir - the housekeeper said he was a relation of the master's but 'e wasn't.

MRS. DOLLOP is more or less constantly on the move, so that we get that line over her shoulder, attracting attention from other tables.


[Page] 6/58

HAWLEY [to MRS. DOLLOP]
Did any doctor attend him?
MRS. DOLLOP
Lydgate. Mr. Bulstrode sat up with him himself the one night, and he was dead the third morning, sir.

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6/39a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH MAIN STREET. MAY 1832. DAY 74 (1435).

HAWLEY and STANDISH walking down the road, two lawyers having a little gossip.

HAWLEY
Man's a rascal, of course, but I believed him. Seems our friend Bulstrode has a criminal past, and this man Raffles knew about it and was making Bulstrode pay for his silence.
STANDISH
Bulstrode a criminal?
HAWLEY
Apparently he made his fortune by buying and selling stolen goods ... the man Raffles was in the same game. He threatened to tell the world, and now he's dead. It all looks very bad for Bulstrode.

They're going away from us.


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6/39b. EXT. MlDDLEMARCH. MARKET SQUARE. MAY 1832. DAY 74. (1450)

We cut to LYDGATE walking through the square. Brisk, intent, unaware of all the gossip. Past GROUPS OF GOSSIPERS.

CHICHELY and WRENCH:

CHICHELY
Well, Lydgate attended apparently, and I had it from Harper that he paid off all his debts the same day. He and Bulstrocle were always thick as thieves of course. Odd business. I never liked the man.
WRENCH
Too proud, the pair of them. And of course neither of 'em was from these parts. Foreigners, really, the pair of 'em.

[No Sc.6/40]


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6/41. INT. GREEN DRAGON. MAY 1832. DAY 74. (1535).

More crowded than before.

CRABBE
By what I can make out, Bulstrode was for running away before this, for fear of being found out.
DILLE
He'll be drove away, whether or no. I shaved Fletcher, Mr. Hawley's clerk, and he says they'd all of one mind to get rid of Bulstrode. There's gentlemen in this town say they'd as soon dine with a fellow from the hulks!
HIRAM FORD
Aye, aye, there's this poor creature as is dead and gone - but they say he'd seen the day when he was a finer gentleman nor Bulstrode.
MRS. DOLLOP
Finer gentleman! Aye, he was! Baldwin, the tax gatherer, stood there where you sit now, Hiram - Bulstrode, he says, got all his money by thieving and swindling. Mr. Baldwin, I says, you don't make me no wiser, it's set my blood a creeping to look at him! When a man has been enticed to a lonely house, and nobody to come near but a doctor as is known to stick at nothing ... Doctor Lydgate, well known for cutting up folk before the breath is well out of their body ...

She has the whole bar listening now.


[Page] 6/62

MRS. DOLLOP
And him as poor as he can hang together ­ and all of a sudden Raffles is dead and Lydgate's paying off Mr. Byles the butcher with a bill that's been running a twelvemonth!
CRABBE
They should dig him up and have the Crowner! That's heen done. If there was foul play they might find it out.
MRS. DOLLOP
Not they, Mr. Crabbe. I know what doctors are. They're a deal too cunning. This Lydgate will know drugs as you can neither smell nor see, neither before they're swallowed nor after. Mark my words. They've done away with that poor soul, the pair of 'em.link to note

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6/42. EXT. OLD INFIRMARY. MAY 1832. DAY 75. (1250).link to note

BULSTRODE and LYDGATE going in together.

PEOPLE noticing this.link to note

BULSTRODE
My wife and I intend to go to Cheltenham for a few weeks, or perhaps longer. There are great spiritual advantages to be had in that town along with the air and the waters ...

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6/43. INT. HOSPITAL BOARDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 75. (1256).link to note

BULSTRODE and LYDGATE go in. 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.

There is a silence as they first enter, then a low buzz of whispering as they make their way to the table. MR. POWDERELL is in the chair.

Others present include: HAWLEY, VINCY, FAREBROTHER, STANDISH, CHICHELY, BROOKE, WRENCH, MINCHIN.

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 cholera epidemic, 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.

[Page] 6/65

HAWLEY
I am speaking now not simply for myself, but for a 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 the public positions which he holds, not simply as a tax payer, but as a gentleman among gentlemen.

BULSTRODE's face. LYDGATE's face. FAREBROTHER'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 all those positions which he could only hold as a gentleman amongst 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:

BULSTRODE
I protest ... against the sanction of proceedings against me which are ... which are dictated by hatred. Who - who shall be my accuser?

He gains more strength and spirit now, confronting his enemies:


[Page] 6/66

BULSTRODE
Not men whose own lives are unChrisitian, nay, scandalous ...
HAWLEY
Answer the charges.
BULSTRODE
Not men whose ... profession is a tissue of chicanery, 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 upon you and everyone else to the inspection of my professional life! I repudiate your canting Christianity 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.


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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.

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, watched first in silence, then by a growing crescendo of whispers.

LYDGATE and BULSTRODE go through the door, and it closes behind them.


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6/44. INT. LOWICK. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 75. (1435).link to note

DOROTHEA, CHETTAM and GARTH standing around a table with the plans of Lowick spread across it.

DOROTHEA
But what if we redesigned it on a smaller scale?
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. Here are the figures - I 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 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.


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6/45. EXT. LOWICK. DRIVE. MAY 1832. DAY 75. (1450)

GARTH just leaving as BROOKE turns up with FAREBROTHER.

BROOKE
Well, my dear, we have just come from a meeting - a sanitary meeting you know.
DOROTHEA [eager]
Was Dr. Lydgate there?

Her energies returning - she wants to pour her hopes into some worthy cause, and this is the fall-back one if the village lets her down.

BROOKE
Well, yes he was, and -
DOROTHEA
I want to see him and have a great consultation about the Hospital. You see we have been talking about my hopes for a model village. But as it seems impossible, I should like to devote more money and energy to Dr. Lydgate's fine work ....

She - and we - note BROOKE's and FAREBROTHER's discomfiture.

DOROTHEA
... What is it, uncle?
BROOKE
Oh, my dear, we have been hearing bad news - bad news, you know. Let us go in.link to note

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6/46. INT. LOWICK. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 75. (1508).

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
Surely you don't believe that Dr. Lydgate is guilty of anything base?
BROOKE
Well, now, I don't say that, my dear, but if you had seen him at the meeting, how he helped Bulstrode walk out, you know ...
DOROTHEA
I will not believe it. It cannot he true. We must find out what the truth is, and clear him!

FAREBROTHER clears his throat and speaks tentatively.

FAREBROTHER
It's a delicate matter to touch - 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, and attended me in my illness!
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.

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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 ...
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 would be able to make things clear - 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.

[No Sc.6/47 : no page 6/72]


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6/48. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. PLYMDALE HOUSE. MAY 1832. DAY 76. (1146).

MRS. BULSTRODE, smartly dressed as always, gets out of her carriage and walks up the steps to MRS. PLYMDALE's house.

We see her speaking to the SERVANT who shakes her head and ohviously says MRS. PLYMDALE is not at 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.

[No Scenes 6/49-50 : no pages 74-5]


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6/51. INT. VINCY HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 76. (1225).

VINCY looks up as MRS. BULSTRODE comes in.

VINCY
Sister?

He takes in her anxious face, gets up and clasps her hands.

VINCY
Oh, 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 about as bad as it could be, Harriet. You'd better have been a Vincy all your life, and so had my poor Rosamond. Oh, sister, it's a bad business.

He's shedding tears too.


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6/52. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY 76. (1640).

We see a carriage arriving at Stone Court.

MRS. BULSTRODE gets down, holding herself together, as it were, and goes inside.

[No Sc.6/53 : no page 6/78]


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6/54. INT. STONE COURT. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 76. (1650).

MRS. BULSTRODE sits at her dressing table.

She has gone out in all her best gear, and now she removes her hat, and starts to take off her jewellery. She does it all very slowly and deliberately, as if it is a kind of ceremony of renunciation.

Then she stands and goes to the cupboard, reaches past rich dresses and takes out a very plain grey gown, holds it up, and looks at it.


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6/55. INT. STONE COURT. STAIRS/PARLOUR. MAY 1832. NIGHT 76 (2005).

BULSTRODE sitting in the parlour, 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 ... "

She goes to him and puts her hand on his.

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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6/56a. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. MAIN STREET OR SQUARE. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (0803).

The stagecoach rumbles into Middlemarch in the early morning.


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6/56b. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH. COACHYARD. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (0810).

It's early morning, and a GIRL is opening a door, letting a couple of dogs go out, and then coming to shake out a couple of rugs, as the stagecoach arrives and LADISLAW gets out and stretches his arms and legs.


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6/57. INT. LYDGATE'S HOUSE. BREAKFAST ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (0933).

ROSAMOND is opening the last of a series of letters at the breakfast table.

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
Tertius. 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. Papa told me.
LYDGATE
That people think me disgraced?
ROSAMOND
Yes.
LYDGATE
Yet you believe in me, you love me, you will stay with me, Rosy?
ROSAMOND
I must. Where else could I go? Who else would take me now?

[No Scenes 6/58-59 : no pages 6/83-4]


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6/60. EXT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (1022).

DOROTHEA at the window. She looks out across the grounds as LYDGATE approaches on horseback.

She smiles her gentle smile as she sees him coming.


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6/61. INT. LOWICK. LIBRARY. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (1051).link to note

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.
DOROTHEAlink to note
Oh, it is hard! You meant to lead a higher life than the common, and to find better ways. I cannot bear to rest in this as unchangeable. There is no sorrow I have thought about more than this: to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.
LYDGATE
Yes, I had some ambition. I meant everything to be different with me. I thought I had strength and mastery.
DOROTHEA
But suppose we kept on the hospital on the present plan - people would come round to you. You might still win a great fame, like Vesalius - and then we should all be proud of you! I do so wish to do something good with my money - you see the hospital would be one good, [...] and making your life whole and well again would be another.
LYDGATE
You have the goodness as well as the money to do all that. But...

[Page] 6/87

He says it almost with a groan: flesh of his flesh is tearing at his very being.

LYDGATElink to note
... you know what sort of bond marriage is. I cannot now take any step without considering my wife's happiness. I cannot see her miserable. 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 speak to each other about it. [pause: it's such a grim thought]
She may fear that I have really done something base.
DOROTHEA
But if she knew that you have friends who would believe in you, she might be glad then that you should stay and recover your hopes.

But she sees no hope in his face.

LYDGATE
No, we are finished here. 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
Please, let me at least help you in that way - give you an annual sum until you are free from want. Why should people not do these things?

[Page] 6/88

LYDGATE
NO: I won't be pensioned for work I never achieved. I must do as other men do, and think what will please the world and bring in money. I shall set up in a watering place, or go to some Southern town where there are plenty of idle English. That is the the sort of shell I must creep into and try to 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
Now that is not brave, to give up the fight.
LYDGATElink to note
No, it is not brave ... but if a man is afraid of creeping paralysis ... [making an effort] You have made a great difference, by believing in me.
DOROTHEA link to note
You have achieved much in Middlemarch.
LYDGATE
Nothing to what I dreamed of.
DOROTHEA
But humankind does advance by small steps, as well as great ones. Does it not? I must believe that, or it would break my heart.
LYDGATE
Perhaps.

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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 must be glad we are not too sensitive ­ and work in any small way we can, to help our fellow creatures ...link to note

A rather shy tremulous smile.

DOROTHEAlink to note
May I come and visit Mrs. Lydgate? Would she accept my sympathy, do you think?
LYDGATE
I think she would be honoured.
DOROTHEA link to note
Then I shall.link to note

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6/63. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL AND STAIRS. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (1345)

A rather flustered MAID in a kitchen apron answers the door.

DOROTHEA
Is Mrs. Lydgate at home?
MAID [flustered]
Um ooh I'm not sure my lady. Will you walk in?

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, my lady ­ - who shall I say?
DOROTHEA [smiling at her]
Mrs. Casaubon. Thank you.

The MAID goes upstairs.


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6/64. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (1347).

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
I 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.


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6/65. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL & STAIRS MAY 1832. DAY 77. (1355).

DOROTHEA rushes down the stairs, tears in her eyes, as the bewildered maid reappears from upstairs.


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6/66. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (1356).link to note

LADISLAW and ROSAMOND are in the middle of a painful scene.

ROSAMOND
Go after her, then! Explain your preference!
LADISLAW
Explain my preference? No other woman exists by the side of her, for me.

He is pacing about restlessly ... she stands very still. She feels so utterly miserable.

LADISLAW
I had very little hope before ... but I had one certainty. She believed in me. Whatever people said or did about me, she believed in me. Now that's gone. It was clear she thought she had interrupted some ... oh, God! She will never again think me anything but a paltry pretence of a man ... an incarnate insult to her, from the first moment we ...

He's lost in his own rage and despair.

She's standing very still, in mute misery. A long pause.

Then he comes out of it a bit. Looks at her as if he's almost surprised she's there. A bit like two people who've been in a bad car smash. In shock.

LADISLAW [quite gently]
Shall I ... come and see Lydgate this evening?

[Page] 6/95

ROSAMOND [she can hardly speak]
If you like.
He turns and goes.

[No Sc.6/67 : no page 6/96]


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6/68. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 77. (1422).

DOROTHEA goes inside, closes the door, leans on it ....

DOROTHEA
Oh, I did love him! I did ....

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6/69. INT. LOWICK. BEDROOM. MAY 1832. NIGHT 77. (2215).

DOROTHEA sobbing on the floor. TANTRIPP tries the door and rattles the handle.

TANTRIPP
Will you let me come in, Ma'am? Are you not well? Ma'am?
DOROTHEA
Please leave me alone, Tantripp.
TANTRIPP
Shall I light a fire for you at least?
DOROTHEA
No, no, leave me! I am well, Tantripp.

She subdues her sobs for a moment to let TANTRIPP go, and then lets them break out again.

DOROTHEA
Oh, I did love him! I did ....

Then a series of shots of DOROTHEA as she sits up all night in the chair, superimposed as she changes position, dozes, wakes, and intercut this with brief shots from her private portfolio of LADISLAW memories, ending now with that awful tormenting one of LADISLAW the guilty lover with his tearful married mistress ...

[No Sc.6/70 : no page 6/99]


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6/71. EXT. LOWICK. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (0740).link to note

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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6/72. EXT. LOWICK. GATE. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (0756).

DOROTHEA stands at the gate.

Trudging along the road, a MAN with a bundle on his back, a WOMAN a few steps behind carrying a BABY.

As she watches, the MAN stops, and takes the baby from the WOMAN, she takes his arm, and they walk on together.

As they reach DOROTHEA:

MAN
Morning, ma'am.
DOROTHEA
Good 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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6/73. EXT. STONE COURT. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (0820).

Birds wheel screeching over the house in the early morning.


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6/74. INT. STONE COURT. PARLOUR. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (082l).

BULSTRODE sits in a chair staring into the dead fire. He looks as if he might have been up all night as well.

MRS. BULSTRODE stands in the doorway looking at him.

After a moment she speaks gently.

MRS. BULSTRODE
Is there anything that we can do 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. There is his letter.

It lies open on the table. Neither of them move.

BULSTRODE
But we might do something for your nephew Fred. He might be willing to take over this house, as tenant. Caleb Garth, before he left my service, told me that Fred was much changed, and was likely to turn out very well. Would it be of satisfaction to you Harriet, if he were to take Stone Court?
MRS. BULSTRODE
Yes, it would. You are .... very good Nicholas.

He turns his head slowly. He is not very good. He is very bad, and he is pretty sure he's going to hell.

[No page 6/104]


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6/75. INT. GARTH HOUSE. PARLOUR. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (1348).

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 now. As have others.

Would be nice if FRED and MARY are holding hands, anyway obviously a couple now from their body language.

CALEB
Not all bad, Nicholas Bulstrode. I don't think many men are.
FRED
I'll make a go of it, Mr. Garth!
MARY
Mind you do.

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6/76. EXT. LYDGATE HOUSE. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (1412).

DOROTHEA walks up to the front of the house and is admitted by a maid.


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6/77. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (1413).

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 Mr. Farebrother, and Mr. Brooke, and Sir James Chettam. They all believe in your husband. That will cheer you, will it not? That will give you courage?
ROSAMOND
Thank you. You are very kind.

She means it. She's a bit overcome, and a bit overawed.

DOROTHEA
I ... I know that he feels much more about your happiness than anything - he feels his life bound into one with yours - and it hurts him more than anything that his misfortunes must hurt you. He could speak to me of this you see because I am an indifferent person.

Again, ROSAMOND seems too overcome to say anything.

DOROTHEA
Trouble is so hard to bear, is it not? How can we live and think that anyone has trouble - piercing trouble - and we could help them, and never try?

[Page] 6/108

She speaks out of her own trouble of course ... "like a low cry from some suffering creature in the darkness. And she unconsciously laid her hand again on the little hand that she had pressed before".

ROSAMOND bursts into tears. It's a while before she can speak.

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.
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 ... and then 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 ... I know we are weak - I am weak ...
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.


[Page] 6/109

ROSAMOND
He was telling me how he loved another woman, so that I would know he could never love me. [deliberately ]
He said yesterday that no other woman existed for him beside you. He said he could never explain to you, because of me. But now. I have told you. and he cannot reproach me any more.
DOROTHEA
No, he cannot.link to note

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6/78. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. HALL. DAY 78. MAY 1832 (1503).

DOROTHEA just leaving as LYDGATE arrives.

LYDGATE
You are not leaving?
DOROTHEA
Yes, I must, I ... 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 - I have stayed too long - I am always accused of being immoderate and saying too much - goodbye.

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6/79. INT. LYDGATE HOUSE. DRAWING ROOM. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (1507).

LYDGATE comes in.

ROSAMOND on the sofa, in a bit of a daze.

He comes and sits by her and strokes her hair.

She gives him a little smile.

LYDGATE
Well, Rosy. What do you think of Mrs. Casaubon?
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
How heavy your eyes are, Tertius - and do push your hair back.

In the book he does, but it might be more poignant if she does - it's not the return of their married passion, but it's a tiny sign that all is not lost.


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6/80. EXT. WHITE HART & MAIN STREET. MAY 1832. DAY 78. [1620]

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.

LADISLAW [turning around]
What's this?

The breathless maid shrugs and goes off.

LADISLAW [looking through her]
Thank you.

LADISLAW opens it.

Hear ROSAMOND'S voice over:

ROSAMOND [VO]
I have told Mrs. Casaubon. You will not have anything to reproach me with now. I shall not have made any difference to you.

LADISLAW strides off.

[No Sc. 6/81-2 : no pages 113-4]


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6/83. EXT. LOWICK. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (l657).

LADISLAW striding up Lowick drive to the front of the house.

We are looking from a distance as PRATT the butler directs him to where Dorothea is walking in the grounds.


[Page] 6/116

6/84. EXT. LOWICK. GROUNDS. MAY 1832. DAY 78. (1657).

LADISLAW running to DOROTHEA, who is walking restlessly in the grounds.

She turns.

Now it would be nice if he hesitates. He sort of had to see her, but it all seems awfully difficult again.

They stare at each other, back in their bind of not being able to speak their feelings.

Tears start to her eyes.

Then:

DOROTHEA
Oh, I cannot bear it! My heart will break!

And in an instant, she is in his arms, and they are kissing passionately, and we are in there with them, and when she gets breath:

DOROTHEA
I don't mind about poverty! I hate my wealth.

And then we are out again, and they are just two fine young animals in the landscape, as the clouds wheel crazily across the sky.


[Page] 6/117

6/85. EXT. FRESHITT. GARDENS. MAY 1832. DAY 79. (1140).link to note

CELIA and DOROTHEA walking together in the elegantly tailored gardens with the smart house in the background. We are close in on them.

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 laughs.

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.

[Page] 6/118

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?
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?
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.link to note

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6/86 INT. NEW HOSPITAL OFFICE. MAY 1832. DAY 80. (1040).

See Lydgate packing up his microscope and notes.


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6/87. EXT. NEW HOSPITAL. MAY 1832. DAY 80. (1057).

LYDGATE coming out of the main door of the hospital.

GEORGE ELIOTlink to note [VO]
Lydgate built up a successful practice, alternating between London and a continental bathing place.

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6/88. EXT. MIDDLEMARCH COACH YARD. MAY 1832. DAY 80 (l540).

LYDGATE says goodbye to FAREBROTHER and gets into the stagecoach where ROSAMOND sits waiting.

GEORGE ELIOT [VO]
He always regarded himself as a failure.

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6/89. INT. STAGECOACH/EXT. MARKET SQUARE. MAY 1832. DAY 80 (1542).

LYDGATE and ROSAMOND side by side.

Still their young selves, but he feels fifty . We see the tired cynical older man inside the young man.

GEORGE ELIOT [VO]
He died at fifty , leaving his wife and children well provided for, and Mrs. Lydgate soon afterwards remarried.

[FREEZE FRAME]


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6/90. EXT. LOWICK CHURCH. MAY 1832. DAY 81. (1331).

FRED and MARY on the church steps on their wedding day:

We can also see the VINCY'S and the GARTHS and MR. FAREBROTHER.

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. They had three children, all boys, never became rich, but saved enough to become owners of Stone Court.

[FREEZE FRAME]

GEORGE ELIOT [VO]
And Dorothea?

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6/91. INT. LADISLAW LIBRARY. MAY 1837. DAY 82. (1145).

See DOROTHEA and LADISLAW working in their library together.

A small child sits playing on the rug.

Dorothea looks as idealistic as ever.

Ladislaw is just in the background of the shot, though, as we are very close in on her face, looking about her with her characteristic quick sympathy.

GEORGE ELIOT [VO]
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.

DOROTHEA'S lovely face fades to black.link to notelink to note

[THE END]