♪ ♪ (birds chirping and hooting) (children shouting and laughing) (breathing nervously) (children shouting) (laughing) ♪ ♪ (train engine chugging) (train whistle blowing) MAN: ♪ Happy days are here again ♪ ♪ The skies above are clear again ♪ ♪ Let us sing a song of cheer again ♪ ♪ Happy days are here again!

♪ (baby crying) How they can all stand it.

Well...

It's different for them.

(spits) Oh, hell.

(something clatters nearby) (sighs) (blows squeaky note) (groans) Well, you tell me, Kaiser, what would the Bard of Ayrshire say if he walked in here now?

A little stitching, that's all that is required, memsahib.

Stitching?

We have seven hours to make ourselves faintly civilized.

(flies buzzing) Oh!

Monkeys.

Every winter, they are coming in.

What can I do?

Well, today's the day, Kaiser.

107 for dinner.

Summer's upon us whether we like it or not.

And where is memsahib going?

Out, since you've so clearly got everything in hand.

And someone take old Army out of the sun or we'll be serving him on a spit.

MAN (on old recording): ♪ Happy days are here again ♪ ♪ The skies above are clear again ♪ ♪ Let us sing a song of cheer again ♪ ♪ Happy days are here again ♪ ♪ All together, shout it now ♪ ♪ There's no one who can doubt it now ♪ ♪ So let's tell the world about it now ♪ ♪ Happy days are here... ♪ Goodness!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

(shouting in Hindi) (sighs) (train whistle blows) (passengers chatting quietly, chicken clucking) (loud jolt, passengers gasp) (crying) (sighs) (wheels screeching) (rumbling) You wait, we'll be stuck here for hours now.

And then we'll miss our connection at Kalka and we'll never get home, just like we nearly did last time.

They'll hold our train.

Oh, naturally.

Because that would require logic and forethought.

Sorry about all this.

We've just popped down for the weekend, haven't we, dear?

Yes, annual meeting with the trustees of the orphanage.

Yes?

We do so enjoy this time of year.

All the best people will be up for the season.

And a few more besides.

Winter we've had, I feel as though I'm back from the dead, like "Per-suh-phone."

I beg your pardon?

"Per-suh-phone."

From the legend.

Persephone.

Isn't that what I just said?

Yes.

I wish they wouldn't always interrupt.

No one was interrupting.

Oh, well, I stand corrected.

Again.

You'd think I'd be used to it by now, wouldn't you?

I expect we'll be off again in a minute.

And what brings you to the summer capital?

Oh.

Just visiting.

It's not quite decided yet.

And will little man's papa be joining you?

I'm sorry?

Some dashing young subaltern.

I can just see it, with your figure.

Would you all excuse me?

Look, she left her hat!

(gasps) I think you'd better go back inside.

Right.

What's going on?

Excuse me, excuse me.

He needs a doctor right away.

Excuse me!

Douglas?

Where is he?

Douglas!

Douglas!

Home soon, home soon.

Home soon.

(speaking Hindi) (train whistle blows) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (banging) Hoi!

Hoi!

Hoi!

Mr. Whelan, sahib.

Everybody inside.

Back indoors, thank you!

What will you do?

Oh, as little as I can get away with, I expect.

I dare say.

I just wish you weren't... What?

So damn casual, old love.

Look around you, Ronnie.

What do you see?

No one is hurt.

Enemy has fled.

And that picture was an act of vandalism long before our friend with the red paint got hold of it.

I always rather liked it.

And I will see to it you get a copy.

You can hang it in your bathroom.

Oh, shut up.

Look, whoever did this, we'll catch him in our own way.

No need to raise one's voice at every damn trifle.

Understood.

Now, when did you get up here?

Just last night.

Journey?

Oh!

I feel 20 years young.

Mr. Whelan, sir.

Ah, Superintendent.

Ah, Mr. Keane.

Rowntree.

Forgive me, sir.

Unpardonable delay.

I have a modest proposal.

Oh.

One of mine, I'm afraid.

Name?

Dalal, sir.

What's that in your hand, Dalal?

Memorandum for the Mas Dam Project, sir.

Yellow-flagged for "urgent."

Well, leave it with my head clerk.

Yes, sir.

RALPH: Now, I'm afraid we've had reports from the Chief Medical Officer of a possible cholera incidence here in the hills.

As ever, these are almost certainly hearsay, but we shall follow the usual emergency procedures: a cordon sanitaire round the Indian quarter, and everyone is to remain indoors while officers conduct a search.

So, any paperwork for signing, now's your chance.

Cholera?

Hey, bawaji, I thought you Parsis are the smart ones.

"There is no cholera."

This is one of "Mr. Kindly Call Me God's" little plots.

We send in the police.

Quietly, no fuss.

For your protection.

They want to catch the blighter with the pot of paint.

Make an example of him.

Hey.

I saw it.

You damn liar.

I swear.

I was first on the scene, with the Private Secretary.

And?

"Inqilab Zindabad."

Right on her fat German nose!

(laughing) You funny fellow!

Keep it contained.

You can count on me, sir.

Good man.

Report back to me.

(bell jingling) I see the unpacking is going smoothly.

Tomorrow, it will be more auspicious.

You said that yesterday.

Aafrin!

Thank God you're safe.

Ma, I lost my footing.

You clumsy boy.

AAFRIN: Uh, safe from who?

ALL: From whom.

Cholera has come.

Here in the Bazaar, everybody is saying.

Who is "everybody"?

Mrs. Gool.

With the artificial eye?

GIRL: That's Mrs. Deepak.

Anyway, there's no point unpacking everything when we don't know what's happening, huh?

Just because a few Britishers are afraid of the sun, why we all have to march up to the top of the hill like the grand old Duke of York?

It's because your brother here... Baapi, I don't need you to defend me.

Your brother, the esteemed Junior Clerk, is compelled to come.

He should say no.

Then what, huh?

Your mummy is too old to beg in the street, your sister is too pretty, and... And your daddy is too blind.

So funny.

I am here to work.

To work?

And why are they here?

To rule.

To dance and forget.

"Men say in the Plains below..." ALL: "That Simla people frivol.

Be it so!"

MOTHER: Shamshad, I need some green thread.

What?

Aafrin, tell her I need some thread from the bazaar.

Sham.

Fine!

AAFRIN (whispering): This morning, there was an incident.

Some vandal defaced a picture.

Really?

Slogans painted on the walls of Viceregal Lodge.

Well, let us hope the Viceroy has learned to read.

Sooni, you promised you would stop this childishness.

Childishness?

Look, chamcha, read.

Gandhiji in jail, the whole of Congress Working Committee sentenced by emergency laws, and as soon as another committee is appointed, they too are arrested.

Sooni, listen... How many men and women are now in prison for daring to speak up for home rule?

This is not relevant.

70,000.

Sooni!

Look!

What do you see?

This cholera business.

There is no cholera.

The police are coming here, now.

What rubbish.

They will search every last dwelling until they catch the culprit red-handed.

Well, what can they do?

Nothing.

Read your pamphlet.

You think you're a special case?

You think the prison guards will feed you hot pau bhaji on your name day?

Hmm?

Can you wash it off?

I tried.

Try harder.

No entry without fumigation.

This is a regulation.

Whose regulation?

This is our regulation!

But whose regulation?

Whose bloody regulation?

Put this off!

What about these people?

They're allowed to go in without fumigation?

Why are they allowed to go in, then?

(shouting in Hindi) Didn't I say?

Didn't I tell him we'd miss our connection?

What are they doing?

Hey!

Armitage!

Look, that's me!

You're in tea?

Oh, well, I am now.

It's my uncle's business.

Your uncle?

Stafford Armitage?

Aye.

Do you know him?

Yes.

Do you?

Yes.

Well, we've never met.

But I've read all his letters.

He's a bit of a legend on my mother's side.

Yes, I can imagine.

It's not changed a bit.

I'm sorry.

This isn't your first visit?

(honking) Miss Alice!

Miss Alice!

Blasted cheek.

You are Miss Alice?

Yes!

Well.

Get on, shall we?

(speaking Hindi) (birds chirping) MAN: Only three motor vehicles permitted in whole of Simla, memsahib.

ALICE: So whose motor vehicle is this?

Viceroy's vehicle.

Rolls Royce Phantom!

All the way from Derbyshire.

Goodness.

Mr. Whelan is like a son to the Lat Sahib.

I remember you.

You used to pull my hair.

♪ ♪ (shouting in Hindi) Mr. Ralph sahib!

Hello.

Please, memsahib.

If it is convenient.

He's not much good with strangers.

(babbling softly) Baby's name?

Percy.

I know the way.

♪ ♪ (running footsteps) Is she here?

Al?

Well, don't just stand there, like Christ almighty.

What happened to my sister?

Grew up, so I'm told.

Well, somebody should have warned me.

Come on, say something.

Well, it wouldn't do for everyone...

I didn't buy this house for everyone.

I bought it for us.

Show-off.

Not quite the reaction I was hoping for.

But I mean, couldn't you have just rented it for the summer, like everyone else does?

Like we used to?

No, if I did...

I want to know that we can always come back here.

This is our home for as long as we like.

Anyway, I am very grand, for your information.

Chotipool.

Little flower.

Always hated that name, as you know damn well.

Where's he put the damn...?

Bhupi?

Here, sahib!

Ah.

What do you think?

Congratulations?

A picnic rug?

Ta-da!

Well?

Don't you recognize it?

I don't believe it.

Where on earth did you...?

Father's old place in Pune.

I happened to be passing through...

When was it, Bhupi?

Two years back in April, sahib.

Two years in April.

It was in the attic looking very fed up.

What was it we always used to... Chandi, memsahib.

See?

Even he remembers.

I thought my nephew might like to take him on.

Where is he, anyway?

I've made such a mess of everything.

Fair warning, Al.

If I ever run into that so-called husband of yours, I'll give him such a thrashing.

Well, anyways, you won't.

Not if I can help it.

Sorry.

Don't be silly.

I just want everything to be perfect.

(chanting) ♪ ♪ Hello, love.

♪ ♪ SARAH: Thank you.

And tell him this is silk.

Silk.

Silk dress, memsahib.

No scrubbee scrubbee, see?

Fine silk material.

Wash nicely, mem.

Small extra cost.

Nothing to worry, memsahib.

30 years I have been washing.

Uh, don't do that.

Tell him.

It was a gift.

From the commissioner's wife.

Memsahib?

Wishes to have tea on the lawn?

Um... Oh, in the house.

No word from my husband?

Memsahib?

Matthew!

Inside.

The doctor said he was poisoned.

We don't know that yet.

Why will you never just say it?

The moment the rains are late or the harvest is bad or some other misfortune, the elders take one look at the nearest half-caste child.

(speaking Hindi) He is carrying a curse.

The curse is not the children.

The curse is blind ignorance.

And if you of all people will not say it... All right.

Stop here, please.

What's your name, son?

Apka naam kya hai?

(whispering) What's he saying?

He says he has no name.

SARAH: Matthew!

Come inside!

Let's... Let's get him settled first.

If you're... Quite sure.

Yes.

Chelo.

Ride on.

(children laughing and chattering) Who is he, Baapi?

"I was hungry and you gave me meat.

I was sick, and...?"

"...you visited me."

"A stranger, you took me in."

Inside, and be quiet.

Come on.

Stop that!

Now put them on, quickly.

Busy morning?

Complete chaos, Ma.

Every year, same story.

Everything lost in transit.

By the way, you know that poor Hindu girl your sister used to go about with?

What was her name?

Sita!

Yes.

I believe she's about to be married off at last.

Poor fellow, whoever he is.

Of course, they will have to raise a dowry the size of Kanjenjunga.

Mrs. Gool was saying... Stop!

I swear to you, Aafrin, we're not going to endure another summer like the last one.

Now, I dare say you feel you're very fond of that girl.

I'm not fond of her, Ma, I love her!

No, you don't!

It can't be.

Not just from our side.

What about the girl's family?

What about your father's health?

No, we'll find you a good wife, a good Parsi wife, from your own people.

Not some Hindu chudail.

Aafrin... Aafrin!

No.

Sita.

So you're not getting married?

It's just Mrs. Gool, my sister's old piano teacher... Mrs. Gool can say what she likes.

Anyway, who would marry me?

What do you mean?

People talk.

It's all right.

I don't mind.

I am yours now.

(gasps) And you are mine.

See?

Good.

(whistle blowing) Tonight?

8:00?

Captain Codrington?

All winter, I've pined for the good captain.

And he for you.

(whistle blowing) (whistle blowing) (speaking Hindi) (crying) Sooni?

(knocking at door) (baby cooing) ALICE: Dear Charlie, I promised myself I was going to write to you when I arrived, so here goes.

We are in India.

Percy is in good health.

I can't begin to think how angry you are.

I beg you, don't come after us.

Your brother did not warn you?

Eugene Mathers.

Alice Whelan.

I'm the houseguest who can't take a hint.

Here.

(groans) I said get ready!

I wouldn't be seen gardening in that outfit.

Oh, really?

So what was it doing in your closet?

My sister, Madeleine.

God knows we don't get to choose our families!

ALICE: Where are we going?

It's the first night of the season.

The Club, where else?

Alice, I'm Madeleine.

Yes.

She knows.

You are even prettier than he said.

Who?

Your brother, of course.

Now, are we ready to go?

Finally.

(phone ringing) ROWNTREE: Thank you for taking the time.

I wanted to tell you in person: we have our vandal.

RALPH: Well, that is good news.

Do you have a name?

ROWNTREE: Yes, I have the details with me right here.

(folders bang on floor) Huh.

RALPH: I don't know what it means.

What does it mean?

Nothing.

It was nothing, sir.

Who have you been talking to?

Talk?

Nobody.

Here we are.

Dalal, was it?

Yes, sir.

How long have you been in the Service, Dalal?

For almost four years, sir.

High hopes?

Yes, sir.

At any rate, I should thank you for volunteering.

This blasted memorandum.

On the Mas Dam project.

Sir, the Mas Dam...?

Yes, you gave it to my head clerk.

The Deputy Commissioner of Sind mostly particularly asked for it, and, well, it must be here somewhere.

Will you get it over to me at the Club?

Shall we say 8:00 tonight?

8:00, of course, sir.

Don't let me down.

Sir.

The vandal... Did they find who did it?

8:00!

(door closes) (shouting in Hindi) (speaking Hindi) Sooni?

(metal banging) Memsahib.

Everything is prepared.

Are you sure?

He would have been very proud.

Would he?

Right.

(upbeat Charleston-style music playing) Let's get on with it, then.

Oh!

Where is she?

Is that her, do you think?

(bagpipes playing) So you and your husband...

I gather from Ralph you were... let down?

Let down?

There was another woman?

Yes.

Forgive me for mentioning it...

But nothing oils the wheels quite like a scandal.

Yes, that much I do remember.

Right.

So if we're going to play the widow card...

Correct?

That was the idea.

You're going to need your wedding ring.

I left it behind.

I wasn't thinking.

No matter.

Here.

It's an old heirloom.

That should keep the wolves away.

Thank you.

MAN: Miss Mathers, are you coming up?

Wouldn't miss it for the world!

Come on.

(dance music continues) Now, it's been a long, hard winter, yes, without all of you here, where you belong.

And I can't honestly see myself lasting another one.

That's what you said last year!

And the year before!

Louder, please.

I'm deaf as a post!

(laughing) Now, in the... (music stops) Oh, thank you, Kaiser.

In the words of my late husband, Captain Reggie of the 8th Gurkha Rifles, to all of you strangers up for the first time, welcome.

And as for the rest of you... Cheats!

Adulterers!

Slaves of Empire!

Here to rule this great nation for another glorious six months.

I want no moaning about my milk punch.

Roast beef in 30 minutes.

Now somebody sing something.

Not me, I'm too old.

(crowd shouting in protest) Sing!

(clock ticking) Your uncle will be very happy to see you, sahib.

Oh, I don't know about that.

You are here to learn.

The ropes, aye.

And one day, you will inherit his empire.

Oh, well, one step at a time, eh?

You are the male heir.

It's quite proper, sahib.

Oh, please.

Ian.

This way, sahib.

In here?

Are you sure?

Mr. Army, sahib?

(snoring) Wakey-wakey.

(snoring) He really is the most excellent fellow, mostly in the morning, between the hours of 9:00 and 11:00.

(continues snoring) Oh, Christ.

♪ Oh, oh, Antonio!

♪ ♪ He's gone away ♪ ♪ Left me alone-i-o ♪ ♪ All on my own-i-o ♪ ♪ I want to meet him with his new sweetheart ♪ ♪ Then up will go Antonio... ♪ Hello.

Good evening.

What she means is, which one's Ralph Whelan?

Whelan?

What's he done now?

Why?

Do you know him?

I wouldn't go that far.

(laughing) Hello.

What's all this?

Ralph Whelan.

Oh.

Just out on the veranda.

You can't miss him.

Come on, Daph.

And remember, make the most of what you've got.

God help him, she'll eat him alive.

♪ Oh, oh, Antonio!

♪ ♪ He's gone away ♪ In the other room.

Excuse me.

♪ All on my own-i-o ♪ ♪ I want to meet him with his new sweetheart... ♪ So, I... ...got your note.

I was beginning to think you'd never ask.

Kaiser gave you the message.

Right.

(lock clicks) We appear to be locked in.

So, what?

It can't wait?

(panting) (moaning) DOUGIE: I was thinking Lazarus.

For a name.

Ah.

Well, we've got to call him something.

Bit strong, is it?

Just a little.

Still feverish.

Pass me.

Adam.

All right.

Adam.

His mother's?

I suppose.

Do you not think... What?

Why that particular train?

Almost as if... we were meant to find him.

Well, when you said that he had been poisoned on account of his mixed blood... Curse, yes.

Tell me to stop.

Is that what happened to you?

He is watching.

Forgive me.

Dougie... (clock ticking) ♪ ♪ You never said Ralph Whelan was your brother.

Private Secretary to Lord Willingdon himself.

My golly, you must be proud.

Well, I haven't seen Ralphie in a long time.

"Ralphie."

And how old were you when you left India?

Do you mind my asking?

When I was sent back to England?

No, I don't mind your asking.

I was eight.

And "Ralphie" would have been...?

Just 13.

And?

Boarding school, Frinton-on-Sea for the holidays with a great-aunt.

How did you like it?

Not at all.

But your mother and father came on visits?

No, I never saw them again.

How's your husband?

Oh, what a pretty ring!

Will he be joining you?

Your husband?

Oh, I see.

No, I'm afraid not.

He passed away.

Oh, well, I am sorry to hear that.

Was it in your family or your husband's?

The ring?

Oh.

No, it belonged to an aunt.

From Frinton-on-Sea?

No, a different one.

You know, I have a fancy you and I are going to be the very best of friends.

Don't you think?

(snoring) Uncle, sir!

Oh my, don't look.

Poor thing's come out without a pair of gloves to call her.

Are you all right?

You look white as a sheet.

That woman is wearing my dress.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, where did you get that?

Oh, Christ.

She must have given it to the dhobi for a wash. What?

They have a little habit of subletting the best outfits for the weekend.

(gong rings) Get your hands off!

Ah, dinner.

How jolly.

You are on form tonight.

That was all your doing, locking us in there.

Oh, come on, sweetie, it can't have been so unpleasant.

I don't want her or you trying to organize my affairs.

Listen, diddums, listen.

I have an acquaintance who was party to a very interesting conversation in London last week.

Now, do you want to stand there with a face like a shire horse or do you want to hear it?

Go on.

They are drawing up a shortlist for the next Viceroy.

Rubbish, we're another four years off... And your name is on that list.

What?

Save the false modesty for the bathroom mirror and listen.

You are the one to beat.

You're young, you're the Viceroy's man, your family's been over here since the Moghuls.

But they say you're not steady.

Steady?

What does that even...?

It doesn't matter what it means.

What matters is what the world sees, and that young woman will do very nicely.

I know a chap on Broker Street who says the father got out before the crash.

Consequently, he's worth half the steel in Illinois.

You could pay off the loan on the house.

And anyone can see the brother won't last the summer.

He won't stand in her way long.

Ask yourself: who ever heard of an eligible Viceroy?

See?

Told you I'd take care of you.

And so I shall.

Say, "Thank you, Cynthia."

Roast beef and England.

Oh.

Lucky girl.

Wash your hands before dinner, hmm?

(clock ticking) You had it all along.

You bastard.

("God Save the Queen" playing) (music ends) To the King Emperor!

Ladies and gentlemen, the King Emperor... ALL: The King Emperor!

The King Emperor.

(lively conversations) (applause) A message for you, sahib.

Another one?

We are having a busy evening.

Excuse me.

I'll come.

RALPH: I honestly don't know how you stuck it all those years at home.

ALICE: Oh, you'll get used to it when your time comes.

No.

I made myself a promise a long time ago.

I'm not going back.

They'll have to kill me first.

You'll stay the summer at least?

What will I do?

VINOD: You are not allowed!

(Aafrin speaking Hindi) No, it is a British club.

Please, I have to speak to the Private Secretary.

Stand down, Vinod.

That'll do.

Dalal?

Letter, sir, awaiting your signature.

Hmm.

You found it all right?

Yes, sir.

In the end.

MAN: Ralph Whelan!

Ralph!

Ralphie sah!

Rakshas!

(gunshot) (gagging) ALICE: Help!

Help!

Just try and...

Try and stay awake... (groans) You.

What the bloody hell's happening?

Are you hurt, Miss Whelan?

No, I'm not!

Come away!

Leave me alone!

Let go of him!

I am not leaving until he gets help!

Come, quickly!

CYNTHIA: What's happened?

He's been shot.

CYNTHIA: What?!

(panting) CYNTHIA: Put him in the backseat.

I cannot let him in without the permission of Lat Sahib.

He needs the Viceroy's permission to take him.

EUGENE: He's more worried about his upholstery, goddammit.

He's not going in a rickshaw, it'll kill him!

Ralph!

Look, I will take personal responsibility for the car.

You have my word.

All right?

Sahib.

Put that blanket on the backseat.

I'm going with him.

You will do no such thing.

Come on, hurry, hurry!

Ripon Hospital, memsahib?

No, we would quite like him to live.

The Army Hospital, please, in Jutogh.

I know a chap.

Drive!

What's going on?

Nobody talks to him.

Yes, sahib.

Where's the damn policeman?

Thank you for doing this.

No need to thank me, dear.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for my Ralph.

He's lucky to have you.

You don't remember me, do you?

Pune, before the war?

Your daddy must've been a District Officer?

There was a panther in the compound.

That's right.

And Daddy shot the panther, and you made such a fuss.

I hid.

With cook.

Silly girl.

You hid in cook's house all night long and your poor mother was so cross, she had to let him go.

Oh, well, it was all so very long ago.

I expect you're all grown up now.

(struggling for breath) Don't...

Please, don't leave... Look sharp!

Memsahib, please wait outside.

Oh, shut up.

Where's Monty?

Monty!

His family.

(panting) (phone ringing) (ringing continues) A terrorist, sir.

A terrorist.

That's right.

Perfectly fine.

Oh, quite unscathed.

Please, two minutes!

No, no...

Excuse me.

Thank you.

I'll take them in.

Thank you.

Thank you.

This way.

The last time we spoke.

The things I said.

So stupid.

Hush, Ma.

If he dies... Aafrin... (insects chirping) Hungry?

Yeah.

I keep it to myself.

You don't think much of the food at the Club?

No.

Except the Yorkshire pud.

Naturally.

You want to be alone.

No, no, stay, I... You had a fright.

I spoke to the Viceroy, I was going to say.

How do you like my sister?

She seems, um... ...lost.

Let me take care of you.

Why are they always watching?

Mm!

Hold on.

What are you doing?

Wait and see.

Oh, my God.

(laughing) You're nuts!

And don't you fret about my husband.

He'll be up to far worse in his barracks.

Barracks?

As in... barracks?

I'm so sorry.

I couldn't just leave him there.

Who?

There was a boy on the railway line.

Didn't you hear?

They were all there, asking after you.

I didn't know what to say.

I found this.

One of yours?

♪ ♪ You're shivering.

I'd forgotten it was possible.

Ralphie... Hmm?

The man who tried to shoot you.

Did you know him?

Know him?

It's just... What he said.

Rakshas.

MAN (echoing): Rakshas!

Rakshas.

My Hindustani may be rusty, but... Demon?

Devil?

He was calling you "devil."

Why would he do that?

I expect you misheard.

If you say so.

(struggling for breath) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Next time on Masterpiece... IAN: This land is all yours?

Native chap that owns this stretch.

You're unhappy.

I'm not.

I just didn't come all this way to run the kitchen and practice my scales.

CYNTHIA: How's that sister of yours?

Madeleine is not the problem.

He's losing interest.

I feared as much.

Indian Summers, next time on Masterpiece.

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