Previously on Dr Thorne: Mary and Frank totally loved each other, but because of her illegitimacy Mary decided she wasn’t worthy of him. He disagreed, proposed, and was accepted.
Louis sends Thorne word that he’s coming back to the neighbourhood because he wants to cast an eye over Greshamsbury. When she hears of it, Mary confirms that he can’t do anything without her uncle’s say-so. Louis can’t, yet, but once he turns 30 in a few weeks he can do what he wants. Wait, Louis is nearly 30? That would mean he would have been 10 when his father was sent to prison. He not only doesn’t remember that his father was absent from his life from the age of 10 to 20, but he doesn’t remember why his father was locked up (after an incident that certainly would have been notorious in a small village like this one)? Come on, we can ignore some things, but this is a bit much.
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Previously on Dr Thorne: Mary found out that she’s the illegitimate child of her uncle’s murdered brother, which she figures puts her out of the running to be the wife of Frank Gresham. Frank’s parents need him to marry money and refuse to ever shut up about it, which might make Mary rather attractive in the end, because the incredibly rich Sir Roger Scatcherd has unwittingly made her his heir, after his dissolute son.
Sir Roger takes a walk through the town, apparently for the first time in a while, and it seems that word of his plans to run for election have gotten out, because people immediately begin hitting him up for favours.
Moffatt, meanwhile, has brought all the folk from Courcy with him to do some door-to-door canvassing ahead of his speeches. Thorne comes by and Frank introduces him to Martha, who asks after his charming niece. She, herself, is fairly charming.
Time for the speeches. Moffatt is nervous as hell, ‘trembling like jelly,’ in Frank’s words. Roger takes to the hustings first and immediately starts beating the ‘man of the people’ drum, which plays well with the crowd. One of them actually yells ‘you’re one of us!’ in case we weren’t clear on that.
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Oh man, you guys. I don’t know about this. It’s not very good. Some aspects of it remind me disturbingly of those absolutely horrible made-for-tv costume dramas that were churned out in the US back in the late 80’s and early 90’s and were just atrociously bad. You know the ones I’m talking about: awful soap operas with ridiculous costumes. Yeah, this reminds me of those, and that starts right at the beginning, with a chyron and credits in that buttercup yellow that was so popular in those days, and a font that I’m fairly sure is actually called ‘Saloon Sign.’ Strap yourselves in, this is gonna be rough.
We begin in Barchester in 1836. Ian McShane, whose never really managed to find a role to out-awesome Al Swerengen, heads into the local pub, looks around, and locates his quarry: Dr Thorne. Thorne laughs at something a buddy says, then heads out into the night, trailed by Ian.
Ian (Roger, actually): Avast!
Thorne: Hey! What’s up?
Roger: What’s up? You’ll be making my sister an honest woman, that’s what’s up!
Thorne: I’m a stereotypical douchebag, so all I’m going to do here is call your sister a whore.
Roger: That’ll get you a good hard shove into a concrete pillar! Wait, why aren’t you moving? Oh…shit.
And that’s how Dr Thorne died. What a shame, he seemed like such a pillar of the community.
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