- I'm Viscount Tewkesbury, the Marquess of Basilwether.
- You're a nincompoop.
(wind whooshing)
We have nothing to eat.
- Of course we do.
Arctium lappa, which you'll know as burdock.
Very tasty.
And then there's Trifolium. Clover.
And is that...
I knew it. Mushrooms.
Agaricus lanipes. The Princess.
I'm not entirely an idiot, you know.
(wind whooshing)
Well, a tree branch broke above me
while I was collecting wild mushrooms.
It should have crushed me
but I managed to roll out of the way, and I realized that...
- What?
- You'll laugh at me.
- I won't.
- My life seemed to flash before me.
I was just about to take my seat in the House of Lords.
I had these ideas about how we might progress the estate.
But my family were set on me joining the army
and then going overseas, just like my uncle.
And I realized I was scared.
Scared I would hate every second of the rest of my life.
- Why would I laugh at that? - Don't I sound pathetic?
- No.
(wind whooshing)
- Oh, so this is where we part?
- It is.
- Then, thank you, Enola Holmes for helping me here.
- You were supposed to have forgotten that name.
- Then you'll have to find another.
(crowd chattering)
(sheep bleating)
(wind whooshing)
- I've come here because
I've grown to like you more in your absence
and because, as it turns out, your life is still in danger.
- What's made you like me more?
- Really? That is your question?
Not, "Who was trying to kill me?"
I found your flower pressings.
They were quite beautiful.
I don't give a fig about flowers, of course.
- That's because you're ignorant.
- Ignorant? How dare you?
- Ignorant and willfully so.
- You could change your mind about a boy.
- I'm not a boy. I'm a man.
- You're a man when I tell you you're a man.
- You do look better in breeches, I'll give you that.
(wind whooshing)
- Don't look at me like that.
- I'm sorry.
- I don't want your pity, Tewkesbury.
If you don't stop looking at me like that
Viscount Irritation, Marquess of Bothersomeshire,
I'll murder you myself.
- People don't seem to want us, do they?
- No.
- Still, at least we've got each other.
- I'll make us some tea.
(chuckles)
(grunting)
Tewkesbury!
(heavy breathing)
- You're supposed to be helping me out,
not getting in with me.
- How did you find me?
- Well, you said you didn't want to come to
Miss Harrison's Finishing School for Young Ladies.
I have quite the prodigious memory when I choose to use it.
(wind whooshing)
- Tewkesbury.
(sobbing)
Wake up, come on.
(somber music)
No!
(sighs)
Tewkesbury?
(grunting)
Be careful. (gasps)
- I'm not entirely an idiot, you know.
(bright music)
(chuckles)
You were made to fight.
(bright music)
(wind whooshing)
Mother has said that there's always room for you with us.
- Your mother clearly hasn't spent enough time with me.
- And what if it was I that asked you to stay?
- A kind offer, but one I must refuse.
(gentle music)
- How will I...
When will I see you again?
- You're not rid of me yet,
Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether.
(sighs)
(crowd chattering)
(bright music)