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Still stranded at Netherfield while Jane's fever breaks, Lizzie has to survive days in the cool glass house in yesterday's clothes — trading barbs with Caroline, fielding Darcy's unguarded stares, and puncturing a smug drawing-room debate about what makes a woman a real catch. Then her family descends: Mrs. Bennet sweeps in with Lydia and Kitty to 'rescue' Jane, gushing over the house, sprawling on the designer furniture, and demanding Bingley throw a party — while Lizzie dies of embarrassment and Caroline drinks it in. Bracing for Darcy to confirm every cold thing she believes about him with a verdict on her circus of a family, Lizzie gets the opposite: he sidesteps the insult entirely and quietly tells her that her sister is lucky to have her. It disarms her more than any cruelty could — and her tidy verdict on Mr. Darcy starts to come apart.
第 1 页
A wide establishing shot of Netherfield's sleek, minimalist breakfast room — white and steel, floor-to-ceiling glass onto wet grey grounds. Lizzie comes down the open floating staircase in yesterday's rumpled clothes, her olive-green jacket, t-shirt and jeans, dark-brown wavy hair loose, small and warm against the cold expensive space, with a wry look. Lizzie: 'Still here.'
第 2 页
At the pale marble breakfast table, Bingley half-rises, warm and concerned, coffee in hand; beside him Caroline sits cool and composed, scrolling her phone. Bingley: 'How is she?' Lizzie takes a seat across the table, composed and a little rumpled in her olive jacket. Lizzie: 'Fever's down. Barely.'
第 3 页
Lizzie rises from the table and turns to head upstairs to Jane. Below, Darcy sits apart with a coffee, his steel-grey eyes quietly tracking her across the room over the rim of his cup — and beside him, Caroline's sharp eyes flick sideways, catching him staring. A silent, charged beat. (No dialogue.)