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The Last Man · 13화
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A wide shot of Ms. de Bourgh's grand cold stone-and-glass estate with a small cottage on the grounds; below, Lizzie stands at the cottage window looking out toward the manor.
In the cottage kitchen Charlotte hands Lizzie a mug and calmly explains that Darcy is Ms. de Bourgh's nephew and has been dropping by the cottage.
Collins fawningly ushers a stiff Darcy into the cottage; Lizzie greets him coolly and pointedly mentions Jane, and Darcy tenses.
Lizzie walks the cold estate path alone; Darcy appears and falls into step beside her, both with hands in their pockets.
At a cold formal dinner, Ms. de Bourgh interrogates Lizzie about her lack of fortune; Lizzie answers back, Collins panics, and Darcy watches her, intrigued.
In a cold hallway after dinner, Darcy awkwardly tells Lizzie she spoke her mind to his aunt; she asks if she was meant to agree she's beneath everyone.
Ms. de Bourgh coolly warns Lizzie that Darcy will marry within his own world; Lizzie answers back and de Bourgh's eyes narrow.
Alone in the cottage in the evening, Lizzie paces and stares out the dark window, her certainty about Darcy hardening.
Darcy appears at the cottage door, agitated, and confesses he has fought his feelings for months and admires her against all sense.
Lizzie's shock turns to anger at the backhanded proposal while Darcy, hand extended, urges her to say yes anyway.
Lizzie coolly refuses Darcy; he goes pale with disbelief and stiffly asks why he is refused so civilly.
Lizzie drops the civility and accuses Darcy of splitting up Jane and Bingley; he admits it and defends it.
Lizzie rounds on Darcy over Jane and then over George Wickham; his face turns to ice at Wickham's name.
Lizzie delivers the final blow — his arrogance makes him the last man she could ever want — and Darcy, stricken, masters himself.
Darcy pauses rigidly at the cottage door and leaves with a stiff, wounded goodbye; Lizzie watches him go, shaken.
The door shut, Lizzie sinks into an armchair with a hand to her forehead, then stares wide-eyed, stunned that Darcy proposed.
The next morning Darcy stiffly hands Lizzie a thick sealed envelope, asks her to read it, and turns to walk away.
Lizzie stands alone on the path holding the unopened envelope, watching Darcy walk off, her certainty flickering into doubt.
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A wide shot of Ms. de Bourgh's grand cold stone-and-glass estate with a small cottage on the grounds; below, Lizzie stands at the cottage window looking out toward the manor.
In the cottage kitchen Charlotte hands Lizzie a mug and calmly explains that Darcy is Ms. de Bourgh's nephew and has been dropping by the cottage.
Collins fawningly ushers a stiff Darcy into the cottage; Lizzie greets him coolly and pointedly mentions Jane, and Darcy tenses.
Lizzie walks the cold estate path alone; Darcy appears and falls into step beside her, both with hands in their pockets.
At a cold formal dinner, Ms. de Bourgh interrogates Lizzie about her lack of fortune; Lizzie answers back, Collins panics, and Darcy watches her, intrigued.
In a cold hallway after dinner, Darcy awkwardly tells Lizzie she spoke her mind to his aunt; she asks if she was meant to agree she's beneath everyone.
Ms. de Bourgh coolly warns Lizzie that Darcy will marry within his own world; Lizzie answers back and de Bourgh's eyes narrow.
Alone in the cottage in the evening, Lizzie paces and stares out the dark window, her certainty about Darcy hardening.
Darcy appears at the cottage door, agitated, and confesses he has fought his feelings for months and admires her against all sense.
Lizzie's shock turns to anger at the backhanded proposal while Darcy, hand extended, urges her to say yes anyway.
Lizzie coolly refuses Darcy; he goes pale with disbelief and stiffly asks why he is refused so civilly.
Lizzie drops the civility and accuses Darcy of splitting up Jane and Bingley; he admits it and defends it.
Lizzie rounds on Darcy over Jane and then over George Wickham; his face turns to ice at Wickham's name.
Lizzie delivers the final blow — his arrogance makes him the last man she could ever want — and Darcy, stricken, masters himself.
Darcy pauses rigidly at the cottage door and leaves with a stiff, wounded goodbye; Lizzie watches him go, shaken.
The door shut, Lizzie sinks into an armchair with a hand to her forehead, then stares wide-eyed, stunned that Darcy proposed.
The next morning Darcy stiffly hands Lizzie a thick sealed envelope, asks her to read it, and turns to walk away.
Lizzie stands alone on the path holding the unopened envelope, watching Darcy walk off, her certainty flickering into doubt.
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Trapped for a week at Ms. de Bourgh's cold estate while she visits Charlotte, Lizzie keeps colliding with the last person she wants to see: Fitzwilliam Darcy, who turns out to be de Bourgh's nephew and keeps 'happening' onto her path. He is stiff, watchful, and — she's sure — as arrogant as ever, while his aunt makes it witheringly clear that Darcy is promised to his own kind. At a frigid family dinner Lizzie refuses to shrink, and something in Darcy cracks. Then, on an evening she's begged out of an outing with a headache, he appears at the cottage door, undone, and it all pours out — an admiration he's fought for months, delivered as a backhanded confession that everything sensible about her family and station said no, and yet here he is. Lizzie refuses him. When he asks why, she stops being polite: he broke Jane's heart on a guess (he doesn't deny it — he defends it), he ruined George Wickham (his face turns to ice), and from the first moment they met his arrogance made him the last man in the world she could ever be talked into wanting. He leaves white and formal, the wall slamming back up. The next morning he presses a thick sealed letter into her hands — read this, then think what you like of me — and walks away. Alone with the unopened envelope, Lizzie's cold certainty about exactly who Darcy is flickers, for the first time, into doubt.

1페이지

Caption: Ms. de Bourgh's estate. Day four. A wide establishing shot of Ms. de Bourgh's imposing stone-and-glass country estate under a grey sky, a tidy little cottage off to one side of the cold manicured grounds. Inside the cottage, Lizzie stands at the window, arms crossed, looking out toward the manor. Lizzie (thinking): 'Of all the houses in the world, he's staying in that one.'

2페이지

In the warm cottage kitchen, Charlotte hands Lizzie a mug. Lizzie: 'You could've warned me Darcy would be here.' Charlotte, shrugging, sipping: 'His aunt IS Ms. de Bourgh. He visits every spring.' Lizzie, incredulous: 'His AUNT. Of course she is.' Charlotte, dry and pointed: 'He's been by the cottage three times this week. He never used to.'

3페이지

Mr. Collins ushers a stiff Darcy into the cottage, fawning. Collins: 'Mr. Darcy! Ms. de Bourgh's own nephew, in our little home!' Darcy, a curt nod, eyes flicking to Lizzie: 'Collins.' Lizzie, cool and guarded from an armchair: 'Mr. Darcy.' Darcy, off-balance: 'Your family. They're well?' Lizzie, a barb under it: 'My sister Jane's in the city now. You remember Jane.' Darcy goes still as it lands, while Collins beams obliviously between them: '...I do.'

4페이지

Lizzie walks a cold, hedged estate path alone, hands in her pockets. Darcy appears ahead, hands in his overcoat pockets. Darcy: 'Miss Bennet.' Lizzie, not slowing: 'You walk this exact path a lot.' Darcy, falling into step beside her: 'It's a large estate.' Lizzie: 'Not that large.'

5페이지

A cold formal dinner at the big house, Ms. de Bourgh at the head of the table. Ms. de Bourgh, appraising Lizzie: 'No fortune, and four unmarried sisters. Unusual.' Lizzie, composed: 'We manage.' Collins, horrified, dabbing his brow: 'She jests, Ms. de Bourgh! Ha! Such spirit!' Darcy watches Lizzie, the faintest crack of admiration in his cold mask. Ms. de Bourgh narrows her eyes at Lizzie, then glances sharply at Darcy: 'Spirit. Yes. I see it.'

6페이지

A cold grand hallway after dinner. Darcy approaches Lizzie, stiff. Darcy: 'You spoke your mind. To my aunt.' Lizzie, arms crossed: 'Was I meant to agree that I'm beneath everyone here?' Darcy, something raw under the stiffness: 'No. That isn't what I— no.'

7페이지

In a cold drawing room, Ms. de Bourgh fixes Lizzie with a stare. Ms. de Bourgh: 'My nephew has been... distracted this visit.' Then, pointed: 'Darcy will marry within his own world. It is long arranged.' Lizzie, refusing to flinch: 'Then you've nothing to worry about, have you?' Ms. de Bourgh's eyes narrow to slits, unused to being answered back.

8페이지

Alone in the cottage that evening, having begged off an outing with a headache, Lizzie paces, jaw tight, then stops at the dark window as her certainty hardens. Lizzie (thinking): 'He ruined Jane. He ruined George. And I have to be polite to him at dinner.'

9페이지

A knock — Lizzie opens the cottage door to find Darcy on the step, agitated and undone. Darcy: 'Forgive me. I had to come.' He paces the small room, dragging a hand through his hair: 'I've fought this for months.' Lizzie, thrown: 'Fought what?' Darcy, the words breaking loose: 'You. I admire you. Desperately. Against all sense.' Lizzie stares, stunned. Darcy, going stiff again: 'Your family, your connections — everything sensible says no. And still. Here I am.'

10페이지

Lizzie's shock curdles into anger as the backhandedness of it lands. Lizzie: 'Everything sensible says no.' Darcy, mistaking her silence for consideration, one hand extended in appeal: 'Say yes anyway.'

11페이지

Lizzie, cold and controlled: 'I think one is supposed to feel flattered here.' Then, harder: 'I can't. I'm sorry. But no.' Darcy, the color draining from his face: '...No.' Then, wounded pride rising: 'And may I ask why I'm refused so... civilly?'

12페이지

Lizzie, the anger breaking through: 'Then let's drop the civility.' She points the accusation: 'Do you deny that you split up Jane and Bingley?' Darcy, refusing to lie: 'I don't deny it.' Then, defending it: 'I thought the feeling wasn't equal. I acted for a friend.'

13페이지

Lizzie, incredulous: 'You THOUGHT. You broke my sister's heart on a guess.' Darcy, cold: 'I told your sister no lies.' Lizzie, blazing: 'And George Wickham? The man you left with nothing?' Darcy, his face hardening to ice at the name: 'Wickham. You take HIS word.' Lizzie, unwavering: 'He told me everything you did to him.' Darcy, bitter and quiet: 'I'm sure he did.'

14페이지

Lizzie, everything pouring out: 'From the first moment I met you — the arrogance, the conceit —' Then, cold and final: 'you are the last man in the world I could ever be talked into wanting.' Darcy goes white and still, the words going through him. Then, mastering himself, the cold wall slamming back up: 'You've said quite enough.'

15페이지

Darcy pauses at the open door, rigid and wounded, one hand on the frame, not looking back. Darcy: 'Forgive me for taking up your time. Be well, Miss Bennet.' Lizzie watches him go, chest heaving, furious and shaken.

16페이지

The door shut, Lizzie sinks into an armchair, one hand pressed to her forehead, trembling from the adrenaline. She stares wide-eyed at nothing. Lizzie (thinking): 'He proposed. Darcy proposed to me.'

17페이지

The next cold morning, on the path outside the cottage, Darcy holds out a thick sealed envelope, composed but distant. Darcy: 'I won't repeat last night.' He presses the envelope into her hands: 'But I ask one thing. Read this. Then think what you like of me.' Lizzie, guarded and confused, as he turns away: 'Darcy —'

18페이지

Lizzie stands alone on the cold path, the thick sealed envelope held in both hands, watching Darcy's back recede toward the big house. She looks down at the unopened letter, her certainty flickering for the first time. Lizzie (thinking): 'I know exactly who he is. ...Don't I?'

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