Possession Page #4

[Scoffs] | Typical.

No. She-She chose her life | with Blanche.

It's not typical. | It's remarkable.

"I shall hope against hope | that this note is the dove...

"which will return with | the wished-for olive branch.

My letters are like | Noah's ravens... they have | sped out across the Thames. "

[Randolph] They have | sped out across the Thames | and yet have not returned.

I send this note by hand | in the hope that | you might receive it.

Where are the letters?

They're gone.

I tore them up. | I burned them.

And the others | from my desk?

The same.

I beg for us | to be as we were, | Christabel.

Sweetheart, please.

[Christabel] | This house, so happy once,

is full of weeping and wailing | and black headaches.

I ask myself | to whom I may turn...

and think of you, | my friend...

the unwitting cause | of all this grief.

[Randolph] | I shan't forget the first | glimpse of your form...

illuminated as it was | by flashes of sunlight.

I have dreamt nightly | of your face.

To walk to the landscape | of my life with the rhythms | of your writing...

ringing in my ears.

[Christabel] | I shall never forget | our shining progress...

towards one another.

Never have I felt | such a concentration | of my entire being.

I cannot let you | burn me up,

nor can I resist you.

No mere human | can stand in a fire | and not be consumed.

You mind reading | that last part out | one more time?

"I cannot let you | burn me up,

"nor can I resist you.

"No mere human | can stand in a fire...

and not be consumed."

- That? | - Yeah.

Thank you and...

"And I took your hand. | Mine rested in yours...

with trust and relief."

Do you have regrets?

I should regret venturing out | to Crabb-Robinson's party | that evening.

I should regret it, | but I do not.

Not even in that | most sensible corner | of my heart.

What are we to do?

[Roland] | "I do not wish to | damage your life.

"Nonetheless, I shall | be in the church | at noon tomorrow,

"with what strikes me | as the holiest of prayers...

"that you should join me | on a journey to Yorkshire...

and journey out of time | beyond our lives | here on Earth."

This is unbelievable. | That was the last one.

You're kidding me. | No.

Well, did she go | with him or not? | Hands up!

You two?

- What's this then? | - [Joan] There's been | no harm done, George.

How do we know | if harm's been done?

I think it was very clever | of Maud to find your treasure.

Yes. Well, must | take advice, Joanie.

How long before Sir George | takes advice?

He'll dither around for | a while, but not long.

Blanche's diary has nothing | for that period.

What about Ellen Ash? | Did she keep a journal?

Yeah, in London, | but it's mostly just | boring housewife stuff.

God is in the boring | housewife stuff. | We should check it.

[Touch-Tones Beeping]

Bailey here. | Bailey.

Is that Dr. Heath?

No. Um, I'm a friend | of Maud Bailey's.

I was wondering, | is she there?

No, she isn't. | Could you get off the line? | I'm expecting the doctor.

Oh, um, have you seen | Roland Michell?

Not since | this morning, no.

But his work | went well, did it?

The fairy poem? | I haven't the foggiest idea.

Do you mean | Christabel LaMotte?

Get off the line! | [Hangs Up]

I looked in Ellen's diary. | There's nothing.

But, uh, this should | cheer you up.

It's in her correspondence.

I'm not going to ask | if this is the original.

I wouldn't.

" Dear Mrs. Ash:

"I'm at present | totally unknown to you,

"but I have something | to impart to which...

"closely concerns both of us | and is in my case a matter | of life and death.

"May I trespass on your time | and come to see you?

"You would do wrong | to keep this evidence | which I send to you now.

"It is not mine, | it is also not yours.

"What I say is true and urgent | as you will come to see.

Yours sincerely, | Blanche Glover. "

Mrs. Ash.

[Maud] Maybe Blanche didn't | tear the letters but kept them | and showed them to Ellen.

[Roland] | It all fits beautifully.

Well, perhaps, um, | both of our departments | should work on this together.

- Is that what you want? | - I don't know. Do you?

No. I wanna go after them. | I wanna find out what happened.

I wanna go to Yorkshire | and follow their trail. | I need to know.

I thought you were mad | when you came to Lincoln | with your stolen letter.

Now I feel | exactly the same.

[Maud] | I haven't really thanked you.

I mean, properly, | for all of this.

I have difficulty | with compliments and such.

Giving or receiving?

Both, actually.

Well, I won't tell you | you're amazing-looking then.

You're probably | sick of hearing it. | Thank you. It's...

I'm the last guy | who'd act on it, | with Fergus and all.

- What does "and all" mean? | - Nothing. Just a little | problem that I have socially.

Do you take anything for it?

It's not that kind | of a problem.

It's just relationships | on the whole. They're | not really for me.

- Anyway... | - Yes...

anyway... thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you for agreeing | to meet me, Professor.

Well, you made me | rather curious. | Drink, sir?

Scotch with | just a dash of soda.

Sir? Thank you. | Uh, I'll have the same. | Thank you.

Um, I wanted to learn | of the connection...

between Ash | and Christabel LaMotte.

LaMotte and Ash? | There isn't any.

Well, Roland Michell | has made a discovery...

with a colleague of mine, | Maud Bailey.

I'm sorry. | Who the hell | is Roland Michell?

Oh, Blackadder's | research assistant. | American.

Blondish. | Well, anyway, | he seems to know you.

And he thinks | it's important.

And does Blackadder agree?

I don't believe | he knows anything about it.

Do you wish to | be lunched separately?

Respectably, | elsewhere from me?

I want to be with you. | [Train Whistle Blows]

I understood that was | what we had decided.

These four weeks | only are ours...

but ours alone.

Oh, l, uh...

I hope you will | accept this ring.

I have brought a ring too.

You see?

Proof of my resolution.

You take my breath away.

Not yet.

No. Not yet.

Shall we go out, | then, to explore?

There's your bathroom.

Bluebirds.

Your lovely view.

And, of course, the bed.

We'll look | for another hotel.

But this is | where Ash stayed.

Well, then we'll | have to share a room.

I can bring up | a folding bed for one of you, | if that's your problem.

[Both Chuckle]

We work together, actually. | It's not...

We were expecting | two rooms. | Right.

I'm sure it's more complicated | than I can imagine.

[Birds Squawking]

That's a lovely brooch | you're wearing, miss.

I reckon it could be one of | Issac Greenberg's designs.

I'll, uh, get the book | and see if I can tell.

Where did you get this?

I've had it for ages. | It was in the family | dress-up box.

Don't you see? | Ash bought the brooch | for Ellen.

The clasped hands. | Here in Whitby. | We knew that.

And this for Christabel. | Oh, right.

So while he was buying this, | he said, um,

"Yes, I'll have | the eternal embrace | for my wife."

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