- For what it is worth, I am sorry.

- Your apology is worth nothing to me.

(intense music)

(bell dinging)

(Daphne gasping)

- Pardon me.

- Forgive me.

- Ah yes, one second, thank you.

- Tell me your name.

- This is, oh hello.

(Daphne giggles nervously)

- If you would like an introduction, madam,

I do believe accosting me

to be the least civilized of ways.

- Accosting you?

- Truly, they will try anything.

(graphics whoosh)

- Any sign of him yet?

Should your brother wish to be obeyed as Lord Bridgeton,

he must act as Lord Bridgeton.

Where is he, Benedict?

- I do not know.

(woman gasps)

- Daphne.

Will you not listen?

(suspenseful music)

Ma'am, your sincere apologies, I--

(dramatic music)

(graphics whoosh)

♪ Me me me me me me me me. ♪

(Benedict and woman gasp)

- Someone may hear us my Lord.

(bell dinging) - Stare into my eyes.

(intense music)

Here, closer.

If this is to work, we must appear madly in love.

(triumphant music)

- Sienna.

Hey, you have me protecting you too.

I will always protect you.

(graphics whooshing)

(bell dinging)

(intense music)

(graphics whooshing)

(bell dinging)

(bell rings)

(bell rings)

(bell rings)

(bell rings)

- Now we cannot be together,

I know that now this world shall not permit it,

but what if we were to find ourselves in another situation,

in a place where you and I might be accepted,

with none of the shame nor recriminations

that this society grants us, would you have me then?

- You talk in dreams, my Lord.

And yet you deprive me the luxury of sleep.

- I duel at dawn.

(intense music)

- An affair of honor?

- If I live to see sunrise, I am free.

I'm free of society, free of these rules,

the very ones that keep us apart.

We could go together, away from all this, Sienna.

- I've never been a man that much enjoyed flirting,

or chatting, or indeed talking at all with Daphne.

Miss. Bridgeton, conversation has always been easy.

Her laughter brings me joy.

To meet a beautiful woman is one thing,

but to meet your best friend

in the most beautiful of women

is something entirely apart.

And it is with my sincerest apologies,

I must say, it took the prince coming along

for me to realize, I did not want Miss. Bridgeton

to only be my friend, I wanted her to be my wife.

I want her to be my wife,

and so I plead with you not to make us wait.

(graphics whooshing)

(bell ringing)

- I cannot see you anymore.

(somber music)

- I do not understand.

- It is not for you to understand,

I must do what is necessary.

- You said you would always protect me.

You promised to care for me, my Lord.

But now, what shall I do now?

- You shall leave.

(graphics whoosh)

- So, I was thinking about us doing something different.

I mean, the ice flavors here are divine, yes,

but, well perhaps the two of us--

I shall not be joining you today, Miss. Bridgeton,

nor tomorrow, nor any longer for that matter.

- What can you mean?

- Is it not obvious?

- Apparently not, if I require your further elaboration.

- You now have a bevy of suitors at your disposal,

and I but afford a great relief from mamas

and daughters alike, in-order to conduct my affairs

in peace whilst remaining in London.

Thus, our arrangement has succeeded, Miss. Bridgeton.

- Stop calling it that.

- It is these very circumstances that prove--

- What are you doing? - That prove our ruse

should hereby need to end.

Your brother was correct, I am and always will be a rake.

So before I corrupt you any further.

- (laughing) Corrupt me?

I assure you, I'm quite capable of deciding

the bounds of my own propriety.

I thought you and I were friends?

We were never friends.

(graphics whoosh)

(intense music)

- Perhaps one day, the two of us

will be able to laugh at all this?

- Are you to tell me you're actually sorry to see me go?

- I mean, we should not have to go that far, should we?