��She walks in beauty ��
��Like the night ��
�� Of cloudless climes ��
��And starry skies ��
��And all that's best ��
�� Of dark and bright ��
��Meet in her aspect ��
��And her eyes ��
�� Thus mellow'd to that tender light ��
�� Which heaven to gaudy day ��
��She walks in beauty ��
��Like the night ��
�� Of cloudless climes ��
��And starry skies ��
��She walks in beauty ��
��Like the night ��
�� Of cloudless climes ��
��And starry skies ����
- Look after your carriage, mister. - Oh, please, sir! Please!
Is this your daughter, madame?
I will take her, half cash down and half in consuls.
Surely, Mama, you cannot sell me to the highest bidder, though he is a lord.
Why ever not, child?
We cannot flout the rules of good society.
Mind your backs. Excuse us.
You can catch a lord with 30,000...
Is this an inconvenient moment?
I've returned for another look, Mr. Sharp, but I can always come back another time.
No need, my lord. There it is.
Look. Look as long as you want.
- And the price? - Four guineas, my lord. Just as I said.
They're all four guineas.
Not that one! That one is 10!
Virtue Betrayed is 10 guineas.
- Oh, but that is too much, little miss. - Good.
The model was my late wife. The child doesn't want to part with it.
And if I give you 10 guineas for this picture of your mother,
will you be happy then to see it go?
No. But it will be too much to refuse.
Hmph. Very well then.
Ten guineas it shall be.
I'm very much obliged, sir.
- Good day to you, Mr. Sharp. - Good day, my lord.
The orphanage can take her, but I thought you might find her useful.
With both parents dead, there's no one to fuss.
You can... do what you like with the child.
Hmm. How fluent is her French?
Oh, very. Her mother was Parisian.
An opera girl.
Well, the less said about that the better.
Good-bye, Miss Sedley. You are a credit to us.
Take this copy of the great Dr. Johnson's dictionary as a token of our good wishes.
Thank you, Miss Pinkerton.
You've tidied the library? Yes, Miss Green.
And the sheet music? It's all put away?
Yes, it is, Miss Green. Well, what about the study hall?
Have you swept it thoroughly? I have and for the last time.
Don't be too sure, Miss Sharp.
Life can be very unpredictable.
Oh, I do hope so, Miss Green.
Miss Sharp, I can't pretend to understand...
why you prefer the post of a country governess to your position here.
- Can you not, Miss Pinkerton? - And you feel quite ready to leave us?
I'm glad to hear it. Then good day to you, Miss Sharp.
Oh, Miss Pinkerton?
Am I not to have myJohnson's dictionary?
Very well. Here you are.
Treat it as a symbol of the education we have given you.
I certainly will, Miss Pinkerton.
Silly old trout. She doesn't know a word of French, though she's too proud to admit it.
Vive la France.!
Becky, how can you be so wicked and vengeful?
And why not? In all the years I spent there,
I only ever knew kind words from you.
Revenge may be wicked, but it's perfectly natural.
Perhaps it is. But you're wrong to make me say so.
Never mind that. Let's talk ofhow I'm to spend my precious week of freedom.
My first priority is to form an opinion of Captain Osborne.
I take that duty very seriously, you know.
It will not tax you. George is quite perfect.
- And so he should be. And your parents? - Get on there.!
I must confess I'm a little nervous of them.
Just be yourself and everyone will love you. I do.
- Tell me more about your brother. - Jos?
There's nothing to add to what you already know.
He's home on leave from India. The position is a fine one.
It has made him rich.
But I'm afraid his life is a lonely one.
If only he were married.
Come on! Get up!
And what children exactly...
are to have the benefit of your instruction, Miss Sharp?
The daughters of Sir Pitt Crawley of Queen's Crawley, ma'am.
He's among the first gentlemen of Hampshire.
Or so I was told when I applied for the position.
Mmm. He is not so prominent that we have ever heard of him.
Do you know the county at all? No.
But that does not frighten me. I love to visit new places.
- Really? - Oh, indeed!
How I envy men who can explore for themselves all the wonders of the world.
And, uh, should you like to visit India, do you think?
India? I cannot think of anywhere I'd rather see.
The palaces of Delhi, the Taj Mahal, the Burning Ghats...
Have you made a study of India, Miss Sharp?
Not so much as I would like.
I'm enraptured with every scent and flavor of the East.
Oh, gad, if you think so.
Biju, fetch a plate.
Becky, be careful.! Those curries can burn.!
So, Miss Sharp, how do you find your first taste of India?
� Over the mountains �
� And over the waves �
�� Under the fountains ��
��And under the graves ��
� Under floods that are deepest �
� Which Neptune obey �
� Over rocks that are steepest �
��Love will find out ��
�� The way ����
My word, Miss Sharp.
You've the voice of an angel in heaven.
You must have some lessons, my dear.
Is George not here? Yes. Where is my dear godson?
Pray don't concern yourselves. George sends his regrets.
- Work holds him prisoner. - But he is coming to the picnic at Vauxhall tomorrow?
- Do please say that he is. - Oh, he wouldn't miss it for worlds.
Come to bed, now.
You must be finished with all those boring old numbers.
If only I could be.
I wish Jos wasn't taking her to this silly Vauxhall picnic.
He'll drink too much, and who knows what he'll say if the little minx works on him.
LetJos marry whom he likes. She has no fortune, but nor had you.
Better her than a black Mrs. Sedley from Boggley Wollah...
and her dozen mahogany grandchildren. Now, now, now.
George, your Amelia awaits.
Unflagging devotion is all very well, but it does rather take out the challenge.
So tell me, what is the hanger-on governess like?
Amelia. Miss Sharp. Thank you.
Step carefully now.
And here he is. It's George.
My dear Amelia. I can't tell you how much Becky has been longing to meet you.
I want to be quite sure you're good enough for dear Amelia.
And who's to decide? You?
Oh, but, Becky only meant...
Come, Miss Becky.
May I show you the pavilion and all the delights I've prepared for us?
You may show me anything you choose, Mr. Sedley.
She was only joking. I don't care for governesses to joke at my expense.
Miss Sharp! Miss Sharp!
I thought I was to help unravel your silks, not to be sold into slavery.
Nonsense, Mr. Sedley.
Stay still, I beg you, or I shall never have them untangled.
I am your prisoner.
You have only to ask and I shall release you.
But... why would I ever want that?
I hopeJos isn't getting in too deep.
Becky is my friend, dearest George.
And I would welcome her as a sister, as I hope you would.
Biju, we're ready. Hmm.
Dearest Miss Sharp, I give him to you.
What? Your beautiful bird?
No, I couldn't!
You say you love everything that comes from India.
He is my ambassador.
He called me "dearest" twice, and he squeezed my hand.
And look. He gave me his precious bird.
- Well, surely that is a good sign. - I know! I know!
Feel my heart, how it beats.
What are you playing at with the little governess?
- Well, I told her I was... - Jos. Jos.
You've forgotten how these things work.
Do you think the fellas down at the club...
would let their wives dine with a governess?
Seriously, Jos, if I'm to marry your sister...
What are they talking about? Can you guess?
Yes. I think I probably can.
Oh, Becky, who knows?
It might turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
The disguise is very convincing.
Here. This is for you.
Oh. It's one of my father's.
I've nothing else to give.
Oh, I couldn't. Take it.
I want you to have it.
At least I know it will be safe with you.
Good stuff! Inside!
Off I go then.
Couldn't I pay for a seat inside?
They're all taken. But don't worry. I prefer the open air.
Hello, madame. Hurry along now.!
Get it on there.!
Can you tell Sir Pitt Crawley that Miss Sharp has arrived.
And bring in my trunk if you please.
- Miss Sharp? - Yes, Miss Rebecca Sharp.
Governess to your master's children. Now, will you kindly let me pass?
As for telling Sir Pitt, there's no need.
Why not? You've just told him yourself.
��For these and all Thy other gifts ��
� May the Lord make us truly thankful �
��Amen ���� Ah.!
You haven't met Lady Crawley, my dear.
She's the girls' mother. She's not the mother of my sons.
Is she, Pitt? No.
Pitt's mother, my first wife, she was the daughter of a lord,
which makes him grander than all of us put together, doesn't it, Pitt?
Whatever you say, sir.
Oh, yes. Very grand.
Too grand for me. But this one ain't.
Her father was an ironmonger, wasn't he, my lady?
He was, sir. Yeah.
When shall we discuss the girls' lessons?
My strengths are music, drawing and French,
but I can teach them whatever you wish.
You'll be kind to my girls, Miss Sharp?
Don't worry. I'll treat them just as sensitively as they deserve.
What is this? It's, uh,
"Potage de mouton � I'Ecossaise. '"
Oh, mutton broth.
What sheep was it, Horrocks? When did you kill?
One of the black-faced Scots, Sir Pitt. We killed on Thursday.
Did she squeal? Didn't she just.
Oh, good. Always improves the flavor, that.
Oh. "To be honest, dearest Amelia,
"Sir Pitt is not what you and I would think a baronet should be.
More ancient stable than ancient fable."
No lights after 11:;00, you little hussy.
Go to bed in the dark,
unless you'd like me to come in for your candle every night, hmm?
"All in all, my hopes for the family lie with Sir Pitt's younger son,
Captain Rawdon Crawley, who will soon be back from his regiment. '"
I would like...
to go to Spain.
Je voudrais allez en Spain.
And that's an "E."
"His brother, Mr. Pitt Crawley, meanwhile, has the charm of an undertaker...
and the humor of a corpse. '"
Uh, Miss Sharp,
I thought you might like to see my pamphlet on the Chickasaw tribes.
I swear, Mr. Crawley, you must be a mind reader.
For there is no subject of more interest to me.
"You'll be happy to hear I've found a way to make myself indispensable to Sir Pitt.
There is to be a visitor at Humdrum Hall. '"
Please! Be careful with that.
"Sir Pitt has a half-sister as rich as Croesus,
whom, or should I say which, he adores. '" No! No, no!
No, no, no, no! She's organizing those!
"And now he is all of a dither to make the house ready to receive her. '"
Up! Up, up, up!
A little higher.
"We are quite a party.
"Mr. Pitt's intended, LadyJane Sheepshanks, has arrived with her mother,
"the old Countess of Southdown, whom Sir Pitt detests.
"I promise you, dearest Amelia, that by the time I have finished, Hmm.
"The old man will have a very proper sense of the merits ofhis latest employee.
I will bring order from chaos and light from darkness. '"
Quickly now! Sorry, sir.
Miss Becky, we don't deserve you.
Steady now.! Steady.! Steady.!
"They say Miss Crawley means to leave her fortune to Captain Rawdon Crawley,
who will accompany her for thejourney. '"
I see Pitt's intended is among the guests. They'll be after you to marry next.
Oh, Aunt Tilly, how could I, when my heart belongs to you?
- Matilda! - Wicked boy!
Brother. You know Lady Southdown, I think,
and her daughter, LadyJane.
Aunt Matilda, on behalf of the entire Crawley...
Keep your toadying till I get to a fire.
You can suck up all you wish once I'm warm.
Well, that's put us in our place.
We may have the titles, Mama, but Miss Crawley has the money.
Mm, and don't we know it.
Put the trunk inside.!
Now, Miss Becky,
this is my younger son, Rawdon.
And mind you stay clear ofhis fluttering lashes.
He breaks hearts for a hobby, but...
he's a soldier through and through.
- I'm warned. - Mm-hmm.
With a little liquor, I can do it.
You must be bored as a brick down here.
I have your father and brother for company.
Not a great many laughs in Miss Crawley, I can tell you.
I seem to remember anchovy paste is a favorite delicacy of yours, Aunt Tilly.
But not for do... doggies.
I don't agree. I suspect she's the quickest wit in the room.
No, no, no. I mean my brother, not my aunt.
They used to call him "Miss Crawley" at Eton.
Go on. Admit it.
He looks a little underweight. He's the dullest dog in shoe leather.
Really, Captain Crawley.
Are you trying to steer me towards an indiscretion?
Would you like me to?
No man has managed it yet.
- What was that? - Nothing. A false note.
Allez, Rose, Celia. D�p�chez.
Faites vos� obeissances a votre tante.
Don't waste your time, Miss Sharp.
All foreign languages are ancient Greek to my sisters.
And they always will be if they're not spoken before them.
I quite agree, Miss Sharp. What a treat to find someone cultured in this house.
Vous parlez bien. Merci. My mother was French.
A French mother?
Now, that's altogether too romantic for a governess.
Who was she? Have you heard of the Montmorencys?
Who has not?
So, you're an impoverished aristocrat.
Pity. I had you down for an adventuress.
And are they mutually exclusive?
Oh, please tell me there's something disreputable in your past.
Well, my father was an artist.
Ah, that's better. A starving one, I hope.
Who's ravenous... besides me?
Horrocks? When's dinner? Any minute now, Sir Pitt.
Good. I'd best excuse myself.
Come along, girls.
- Is Miss Sharp not to dine with us? - Well, don't ask me. Ask Pitt.
I hope she's not banished in my honor.
You know I am nothing if not democratic.
It's no great sacrifice in the cause of peace.
Of course, Miss Sharp must dine with us if you wish it, Aunt.
Dinner is served!
Good! Come along, my dear. You'll sit by me.
And after dinner, we shall abuse the company.
Really, the hoops she makes us jump through.
I don't mind, Mama. I like Miss Sharp. Mm.
Caesar liked Brutus and look where it got him.
- ��All these and all Thy other gifts may...�� - Pitt!
Aunt Matilda, you are the guest ofhonor.
Um, what shall we drink to?
Better food and a warmer room.
Should we not drink to peace at last... with Napoleon safe on Elba?
To the men who put him there... to Wellington and Nelson.
Wellington and Nelson.
Wellington I grant you, hmm,
but, um, it is hard to match Nelson's heroism...
with his private life.
The life of Alexander did not bear much scrutiny.
Is he not a hero, either? Quite right, Miss Sharp.
And to my mind, that was the best part of Nelson's character!
He went to the deuce for a woman.
There must be some good in a man who'll do that. Hmm.
I adore imprudent matches.
- Wellington and Nelson. - Wellington...
Mm. You set no store by birth, then?
Birth? Look at this family.!
We've been at Queen's Crawley since Henry II,
but not one of us here is as clever as Miss Sharp.
- To all the King's officers! - All the King's officers!
The King's officers.
Come in, my dear. I've left my toadies in London.
And what bores they are downstairs.
It falls to you to make me laugh.
She's clever enough, isn't she, Firkin?
I think Miss seems very clever. Oh, yes.
If merit had its just reward, you ought to be a duchess.
Mm. You set no store by birth, then?
Silly old fool, grabbing at my money for her daughter's intended,
that hypocrite Pitt.
He should put down his Bible and do the dirty work himself.
With a decent position, you could put the world on a leash.
Perhaps I'll surprise you and run away with a great man.
Oh, that'd be perfect. I love elopements.
I've set my heart on Rawdon running away with someone.
A rich someone or a poor someone?
Well, above all, a clever someone.
He's the dearest of creatures, but not the wisest.
What's the matter?
Oh, it's the lobster.
They've poisoned me with the lobster.
Off you go.
Sir Pitt? Mm.
Can I not be of any assistance?
L- I don't think so, madam. The doctor is with her now.
The best we can do is pray, pray for her soul. Mm.
And for her hundred thousand. Ohh.
Will she live, Doctor?
Well, I've pumped her. I've purged her.
There's nothing more I can do.
Now, it rests with the Lord.
Uh, would you like to settle with me now, Sir Pitt?
Tomorrow, if you don't mind, Doctor.
I only pays on results.
How do I look?
A good deal stronger. They will be disappointed.
Lady Southdown hovers at the door night and noon.
"Mm-mm, I always travel with my medicine chest.
"Can I not be of any assistance...
with my special tonics?"
That's a dose I doubt I'd live through.
Nonsense! It's Captain Rawdon that needs you dead.
Lady Southdown and Mr. Pitt Crawley want you well enough to change your will.
Rebecca Sharp, I've made up my mind.
You must come with me to London.
I insist upon it, and so does Byron.
And we won't be gainsaid, will we?
But what could I say to dear Sir Pitt, after all his kindness?
Oh, leave him to me.
When a man has two sons and a rich spinster sister,
he seldom gainsays her, my dear.
Must you go, Rawdon? Uh, l-I thought you might stay for some shooting.
Oh, no. I... I thought it best to see them safely back home...
to, uh, Mayfair.
Clear the way, there!
There she goes, the best little governess the girls ever had.
Mm, mm. Suppose I better write to Miss Pinkerton for a replacement.
Let me, Sir Pitt.
Mm, Miss Pinkerton is an old friend, and I should so like to be useful.
Meddlesome old cat.
"My dear, Miss Pinkerton, mm.
"Apupil of yours has recently come to my notice, mm.
"I should so like to know more ofher history.
Her name is Rebecca Sharp. '"
The governor will miss you.
Sir Pitt has been good to me.
Who wouldn't be?
Apples! Juicy apples! Come on, people! Juicy apples!
Welcome to London.
Oh, goodness.! Look busy. The mistress is home.!
Here we are, my dear.
Who was that?
It's my neighbor, the Marquess of Steyne. Why?
Are you going out? I'm meeting Tarquin and Villiers.
And the rest of the chaps.
We might play some billiards. Ah, yeah.
Lord Tarquin and the HonorableJohn Villiers.
It is not done to pronounce "the Honorable" aloud.
Well, well. You know these things better than I.
What I wonder is: Do they ask you to their homes, these chaps?
Do you meet their mothers and their sisters?
Because you shall not want, you know?
The British merchant's son shan't want.
You may marry whom you please and keep her well. Father.
George is engaged. It's understood...
Then it can be un-understood.
Don't you see, boy?
There's nothing you can't have if you will reach for it.
Why not a viscount's daughter? Better yet, an earl's.
Or marry an heiress and buy a peerage for yourself!
You shouldn't read in a carriage. It will make you sick.
Reading always makes me sick.
Who's it from?
My friend, Amelia Sedley.
I thought she might have set a date for her marriage, but it seems not.
And who is her intended? Captain George Osborne.
Any relation to the Duke of Leeds?
Oh, no, ma'am. He's a tradesman's son.
Oh! I know Osborne.
He's in one of the line regiments. He's as green as this grass...
and will go to the deuce to be seen with a lord.
Captain Osborne's vanity must make him a tempting victim.
I say, Aunt. Why don't we do Miss Sharp a favor...
and invite them over? If you think it would be amusing.
I am glad to see Miss Crawley knows your worth.
As long as George knows yours. Of course he does.
- Shall I play for you? - Oh, thank you, my dear.
Rawdon, will you explain the rules of piquet to Miss Sedley?
- I've quite forgotten. - Be careful, Amelia.
Captain Crawley knows his cards. I'm warned.
Oh, there are no fortunes in piquet.
All the same, be kind to her. She is my only friend.
Not your only friend, Miss Sharp.
Rawdon, you explain.
Now, come along.
- You may discard up to five. - Oh, do go away.
So, Miss Sharp.
- How do you like your new place? - My place?
How kind of you to remind me.
It's quite tolerable, thank you.
And they treat me very well.
But then, this is a gentleman's family...
and quite a change from tradespeople.
You seemed to like tradespeople well enough last year.
Joseph Sedley, you mean? It's true.
If he'd asked me, I would not have said no.
How very obliging of you.
I know what you're thinking.
What an honor to have had you for a brother-in-law.
Captain George Osborne, son ofJohn Osborne, Esquire,
son of... what was your grandfather?
Never mind. You cannot help your pedigree.
Miss Sharp. Come and take over from Rawdon.
He's worse than useless.
Ah, 'tis true. This is not my game.
Osborne, would you care to come and play something a little more grown up?
Do thank Miss Crawley for us! Crawley. Miss Sharp.
Are you cross with me?
Cross? I could kiss you.
To see George Osborne fleeced makes the perfect end to the perfect day.
I was rather hoping the evening wasn't over yet.
I was wondering...
if you might like to show me your room.
I'll run and ask Miss Crawley's permission.
You cannot imagine I would do anything to incur your aunt's displeasure.
I thought you and I had an understanding.
Well, I understand this.
Two men and two men only will enter my bed chamber...
my husband and the doctor.
You know my heart, Becky.
You know I'd do anything for you.
But Aunt Tilly's views on these things came out of the Ark.
That's not how she sounds. Oh, don't be deceived.
She talks like Oliver Cromwell but thinks like Charles I,
and, believe me, it's an outside wager she'll ever change her mind.
It's lucky, then, Captain,
that you're a gambling man...
and no stranger to taking a chance.
"Dearest Becky, a letter from Jos arrived from India this morning...
filled with regrets about a certain person."
Has Miss Sharp taken to Mayfair?
She seems quite at home in her new life.
I do not doubt it.
I had thought her a mere social climber.
I see now she's a mountaineer.
"I should tell him, dear Becky,
"he has missed his chance for his goddess has acquired other suitors.
Your loving friend, Amelia Sedley. '"
This one's for you. It's from Mr. Pitt. Read it.
"Dear Aunt, I have both happy and sad news to relay.
"The good news is that I'm married.
LadyJane Sheepshanks has done me the honor of becoming my wife."
Well, no great surprise there.
Well, she's a nice enough girl.
Although, I don't envy him his mother-in-law.
What's the bad news?
"I am sorry to tell you that my stepmother, Lady Crawley, has gone to a better place."
After Queen's Crawley, almost anywhere's a better place.
Come on! The best thing for you, my girl, would be...
No, no. Too strict.
Hmm. Thank you.
would you consider, um...
Good gracious! Here's Sir Pitt! Oh, my dear, l-l-I can't see him.
My mood, my nerves won't stand it.
- Go away.! - Yes, Sir Pitt.
It's-It's not Miss Crawley I want to see, it's you.
You have to come back to Queen's Crawley.
You've heard my news? Only just now.
I'm very sorry. If there's anything I can do...
There is. There's plenty for you to do. Everything's wrong since you left.
You must come back! Well...
Come back as Lady Crawley, if you like.
But do come back!
- Don't leave me down here forever. - Oh, Sir Pitt.
I can't. Can't or won't?
Wouldn't you like to be an old man's darling?
No, Sir Pitt, I really can't.
The truth is, I'm married already.
Oh well, it was worth a try.
Well, what a chance is lost!
Never mind, my dear, we'll set him up, won't we, brother?
I'll buy him a shop or commission a portrait.
Whoever he is, he and his family are very lucky to have you.
- I hope you think so. - Indeed I do.
Then if you cannot take me for a wife and sister,
will you not love me as daughter and niece?
Dear Sir Pitt, dearest Miss Crawley, it's true.
I've married Rawdon.
Coal! Pick 'em up, boy.
Look after her, Firkin.
Poor, dear Miss Crawley. I do worry so.
Don't waste your syrup on me, Miss Sharp.
Just get back in the knife box where you belong.
Are you all right, Miss? I will be if you're going past Baker Street.
Would that be proper, Miss?
More proper than standing here in the street.
Now give us a hand with the trunk.
We'll be in Queer Street if she don't come round.
I'd rather be in Queer Street with you than Park Lane with any other.
But, Rawdon, she will come round. She said herself, she'd love you to elope.
It's all talk, you know.
She loves romance in her novels, but not in her family.
Where they're concerned, she's as snobbish as Queen Charlotte.
We'll have to send an ambassador to plead our case.
Oh, yes? Mm.
What kind of ambassador would that be?
I'd say a very little one,
with rosy cheeks and blue eyes,
and probably not too much hair.
Oh, you brilliant, darling girl.
Well, that will mend fences if nothing else will.
When one thinks of how she tended you.
And all the time... Oh, I should have guessed that nobody does anything for nothing.
But for a pauper's daughter, a penniless governess,
to make off with my Rawdon. Ohh.
Oh, at least her mother was a Montmorency. I suppose we must cling to that.
Not a bit of it. I have it on the best authority.
Her mother was an opera girl in the chorus at Montmartre!
- What? - I have it on the best authority.
Yes, yes, yes! All right!
Oh, very well. I know what I must do.
Would you be so kind as to bring my little desk here?
Certainly. Where is it? Where's her little desk? I can't see it.
It's over here.
- I almost feel sorry for poor Rawdon. - Mm...
But I cannot let that girl profit from her scheming.
Nor should you.
I'm glad to see that you've changed your opinions. Firkin.
Do you remember when you told us all at Queen's Crawley...
That you adored imprudent marriages?
Not in real life.
What do you want? Time, Osborne, that's what I want.
I owe you nothing.! I will give you nothing.!
You owe me friendship.! You have no friendship coming from me, sir.!
Do we have enough of this china?
It's to be a buffet and I don't want to risk the Crown Derby.
Oh, listen to this.
"Emperor Napoleon Escapes from Elba and Marches on Paris.
Allies Prepare for War. '"
- Amelia, what's the matter, dear? - Will it affect George?
Well, he's a soldier, isn't he, for all his swagger,
and there's more to soldiering than gold braid and regimental dinners.
If she means to be a soldier's wife, she must learn to bear such things.
Now, I've been thinking about... I must tell you. I can put it off no longer.
We're ruined, Mary. Lost.
Everything is gone. But we're giving a soiree.
There'll be no more soirees or balls or dinners either.
That life, finished for us.
Oh, my God!
The debt that finished me, the man who tipped me into the abyss,
is none other than George's father, John Osborne.
By order of the trustees of the Sedley Estate, this auction will now commence.
Lot 368, an inlaid ebony writing desk.
Shall we say... four guineas? Five?
Any more? Come on. Going, going...
A Clemency Drawing Room Piano.
I sang to that. Would you like it?
We will start at three guineas. Four?
- Five. - Five at the back.
- Six. - It's Captain Dobbin.
Seven? Eight? I know him. He's in the Ninth.
Any more? Sold to the captain.
A landscape painting signed, "Francis Sharp, 1801. '"
What? What's the matter? My father painted it.
I gave it to Amelia.
- I'll get it for you. - Shall we say, five guineas?
Six, at the back. Seven.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
Fifteen, at the back.
Going once. Going twice... Leave it. It doesn't matter.
Sold for 15 guineas to the Marquess of Steyne.
Why would Lord Steyne bother with a little auction like this?
He collects my father's works.
A true collector will go anywhere to get what he wants.
An amboyna and rosewood quartetto table.
- Captain Dobbin. - Miss Sharp.
I beg your pardon, Mrs. Crawley. Crawley.
Are you taking up the piano, Captain?
I have a... friend who will get some use of it, I think. Any more?
- Indeed she will. - Good day.
I saw Miss Sharp at the auction this morning.
How is George?
George is well, I think. But busy.
Too busy to come here.
I'll fetch some tea.
When you next see him, will you give him this?
I painted it.
It's not wrong, is it, to remind him of the one who loves him most?
Of course not.
Oh, look what he's done! Oh, isn't he wonderful?
I can't believe it!
Oh, thank God! Thank God!
Mama! It's all right!
George has bought me the piano, and he'll be here directly.
Oh, thank God!
I tell you, George, you must go to her.
Miss Sedley asked me to give you this when I saw you next.
For God's sake, George. You haven't even opened it.
They're all the same.
Georgy.! What are you playing at? We're waiting for you.
Good day to you, Captain Dobbin. I'm just leaving, sir.
Good. There's a friend of Maria's they want me to meet.
Ah, uh, may I present my son, George?
This is Miss Rhoda Swartz.
Miss Rhoda was talking aboutJamaica and her sugar plantations there.
Although I don't remember it.
I left when I was three.
Maria, may I borrow you for a moment, please?
Can you forgive us?
Your father does not much trouble to conceal his plans.
Which are? For us to marry, of course.
Come. Sit by me.
Let us speak frankly.
My fortune is great, my birth is not.
So, I must choose between a poor nobleman...
or a rich bourgeois like you.
Upon my word, you've a very precise grasp of the matter.
I would have liked a title.
But my guardian says, if you and I combine our fortunes,
we may buy one whenever we wish.
I cannot believe you are seriously suggesting Miss Swartz...
as the companion of my heart and hearth!
Well, to begin with, she's not English.
Hoity-toity! Less fastidious, if you please!
What's a shade or two of tawny when there's half a million on the table?
Why, with that money, we'll have you in the House of Lords in no time.
Just think. Dining at Kew, dancing at Carlton House.
- And what of honor? - Honor?
You may buy a string of ancestors to hang upon your walls,
but I see you have not bought the breeding that goes with them.
- You made me give my word to Amelia. - Be silent, sir!
You dare speak that object's name to me?
"Dare," sir, is not a word to be used to a captain in the British army.
For I am a gentleman, though I am your son.
I'll say what I like to my own child. And I say this:
I have not slaved for 40 years to see you marry a beggar maid!
You made the match! And I can unmake it!
You will marry whom I say, sir. And I say you will marry Miss Swartz.
Either that or take your pack and walk out of this house without a shilling.!
Do I make myself clear, sir?
As a bell, sir.
Come on, you lads.! War is come to Europe.!
My brother wants tojoin.!
If you're here to plead his case, you've made a wasted journey.
Mr. Osborne, we're on the brink of war.
Should anything happen to George, you'd never forgive yourself if you hadn't parted in charity.
May I not take him a message from you? Please.
Let him only come home to his old room and things will be as they were before.
They cannot be.
Why not, if I say they can? Because...
George married Miss Sedley this morning.
I go from here to their wedding breakfast.
Will you not come with me?
Welcome, Mr. Sedley. Sedley. Welcome home.
- Crawley. - Righto.
Mrs. Crawley. So,
have you found many changes since your last visit from India?
And one in particular that I regret very much.
There's news here for all of us. It's the order for Belgium.
We embark next week.
Men need war like the soil needs turning. I'll enjoy it!
You're surely not going over there in your condition?
Of course I'm going! Why should the men have all the fun?
And didn't Eleanor of Aquitaine ride into battle pregnant and bare-breasted?
By Gad, if there's a woman alive who could do the same, it's you.!
Be careful of the model, Mrs. Crawley.
Queen Eleanor was locked up by her husband.
And emerged from her prison to govern England.
What about you, Sedders? Will you be joining us on our little excursion?
If it weren't for my duties in India, I'd be over there like a shot. Oh yes.!
- I'll go. - You cannot.
Well, why shouldn't she? She can keep Becky company.
- To victory! - Victory!
- Victory! - To victory.
We won't know anyone. Whose fault is that?
If you would only put yourself out to be civil once in a while.
The Crawleys have been here no longer than us, and Mrs. Crawley's the talk of the town.
Is that what you would have me be, the "talk of the town"?
Here comes the famous Mrs. Crawley.
Why she is famous is a mystery to me.
Why does everyone receive her, as for General Tufto?
He must find her command of French useful.
- I know I should. - A real lady wouldn't speak it half as well.
- Hush, my dear. - Lady Darlington. Lady Bareacres.
Good evening, Mrs. Crawley. Good evening.
You're making an exhibition of yourself.
Good evening. Good evening.
Can I leave you in charge? I see some sheep that need shearing.
Go. You manage our income, and I'll see to your career.
Wait here a minute.
George, I feel... I feel sick.
General Tufto. Mrs. Crawley.
Can I tempt you with some refreshment? That would be delightful.
Mrs. Crawley. Yes, good evening.
I hope your dance card isn't quite filled yet.
- Hardly. I've just arrived. - I am the early bird, then.
And I, presumably, the worm?
General Tufto, this is Captain Osborne of the Ninth.
That is Osborne with an "E." Make sure you spell it right...
when you mention him in dispatches.
If only spelling was my forte.
My dear, please. Thank you.
Would you like me to fetch you some water? Or a chair?
Or a doctor?
Is Amelia all right?
I expect so. Dobbin's with her.
Shouldn't you have more care of her now?
You mean, now that yet another rope has come to bind me?
You're not like Amelia, Mrs. Crawley.
Nothing will quench your fire.
Will you fetch me my shawl and my nosegay?
I wish you'd let me come with you. No. I mean it. Go back at once.
I'll tell George you're safe. Don't.
It will only annoy him that I've left the ball early.
But why did he bring you at all?
Just tell me you're happy.
We're happy enough.
How prettily the Duchess has arranged things.
She always does. Or don't you go to her parties back in England?
No matter. We won't know her back in London.
- I see you've been busy. - Very.
Ready for a hand or two of cards?
- If Mrs. Crawley... - Of course.
I'll leave you to it, gentlemen.
- George, don't drink anymore. - Nonsense, Dobbs.
Come and have a drink yourself, and light up your lantern jaw.
Your Grace. My lords, ladies and gentlemen.
The enemy is past the River Sambre and our left is already engaged.
We march in three hours.
- Becky! - Rawdon! Rawdon!
I'm not afraid, but I'm a big target for a shot.
And if I should go down, I want you to know what there is.
I've had a good run here, so you've a wad of money.
There's a horse left to sell, and...
well, those trunks are worth 30 alone.
You mean, we owe 30 on them.
Well, I'll wear me old uniform, so you can sell the new one.
What with the saddles, guns, rings and...
and this little lot...
you'll have enough to keep you dry,
get you back to London before... I'll manage.
Won't you just.
There never was a woman who could manage like you, Becky Sharp.
You won't do anything brave, will you?
Tears from my strong little Becky?
I'm a woman in love, aren't I?
Oh, my darling.
If you should awake to find me dead...
You must be sure, at least, of this:
That you are a woman who has been truly loved.
S'il vous pla�t. Aidez-nous.
Somebody, please sell us a horse.!
Mrs. Crawley! Mrs. Crawley, over here, if you please!
Lady Bareacres. What a surprise.
We sent our servant to the inn to look for a horse,
but the only one left is Captain Crawley's.
- What will you take for it? - Nothing from you, my lady.
Don't be silly, my dear. We've always been friends, haven't we?
- No. We have not. - Now listen to me.
You can come with us if you wish, but we must, and will, have that horse!
- Hmph! - Why couldn't you be civil to the woman?
Mrs. Crawley.! Mrs. Crawley, come back, please.!
Mrs. Crawley.! Discretion being the better part of valor,
- I'm afraid it is time to quit Brussels. - Are we really losing, Lord Darlington?
They say the enemy has broken through the lines.
Which brings me to my point. Did you sell Lady Bareacres your horse?
Doesn't anyone love me for myself alone?
You may buy it if you give me a seat in your carriage.
- Done. - Quickly! We must get it.
- Why must she come with us? - First, because I like her.
Second, she's pregnant.
Third, it's the condition upon which she gave us the horse.
Mrs. Crawley, hurry! We must leave now!
Please.! Help me.! Has anyone seen George Osborne?
George Osborne of the Ninth.! Please.!
Amelia! What are you doing?
You shouldn't be out here! Come along.
Mrs. Crawley.! Come now, if you're coming.!
Lord Darlington, is there room for Mrs. Osborne?
Only if you give up your place.
Don't worry about me. I'll wait here for George, whatever comes.
We'll meet again in London.
Well, I do hope so. Good luck to you.
There must be news of my George!
Amelia, you must take hold of yourself!
We're soldier's wives. We live with uncertainty.
How would you feel if you had spent last night alone...
while your husband danced with another woman?
If you have stolen his last evening from me, I shall never forgive you!
How could you say such a thing? I won't listen to it.
If you must hear the truth, your George is not...
What? My George is not what?
Is not the man to see you risk your health... or his baby.
Come inside, and we'll wait together.
What would Miss Pinkerton say of us now?
Two mothers-to-be in the midst of a war.
Not quite what we studied in etiquette class.
Are you frightened?
Of giving birth, I mean.
Hmm. You know me. I'm tough as a nut.
I'll probably have my baby after tea and then dance at a ball the same evening.
I'm not frightened, either.
At least, not for myself.
As long as George's child is well.
It's the bagpipes.
- But... that means... - Victory.
"My dearest father, though we parted in anger,
I want you to know I will not disgrace you in the challenge that lies ahead. '"
Mr. Osborne. Mr. Osborne.
Rather, I beg your pardon, Major Dobbin, since better men than you are dead...
and you've stepped into their shoes. Better men are dead.
I wish to speak of one. Make it short, sir.
You are aware his widow has been left a pauper.
I do not know his widow. Nor wish to.
And what of his child?
Will you not wish to know that?
It's just another consequence of George's disobedience and folly.
She would have me give you this. If it's a message from that woman, I do not wish to read it.
It is a message from your son, sir.
She has carried it for you from that day to this.
"Forgive me if you can.
"And try to remember your loving and grateful son.
George. '" Georgy!
My darling boy!
- Isn't he an angel? - An angel.
When George died I thought,
I will never have room in my heart for anyone else.
We weren't expecting you today.
I've come to tell you I've put in for a transfer.
- I embark next week for Bombay. - Bombay?
Heavens. Why Bombay?
Because it is as far away from here as I could manage.
But I will resign my commission, and I will stay in England...
- if you ask me to. - If I ask you to?
I will not go if you tell me not to.
You must seeJos when you get there.
I can write to you? Tell you how Georgy is doing?
The agents will forward any letters.
We'll meet again one day.
This one here stays.
Come, come, Rawdy. This is your new home!
Scullery, dining room, boudoir.
I'm sorry to be the bearer of sad tidings, Colonel.
You know how I esteemed your aunt. There was no suffering.
Mr. Pitt and LadyJane looked after her tenderly until the end.
I'll bet they did.
Right. Let me know if there's anything more I can do for you.
She cut me out.
Pitt has swept the pool.
Oh, Becky, it's you and Rawdy I feel sorry for.
Don't. It'll come right. You'll see.
I'm a governess, and you're a gambler. We were never going to shoot into society.
It'll take time.
What will we eat in the meantime?
Oh, my dear, let me manage that.
We're Crawleys, and Crawleys have credit.
You'll be surprised to see how well we can live on practically nothing a year.
Excuse me, ma'am. Master Rawdy has something to show you.
What is it, Nurse?
Well, if those aren't the stoutest steps...
I've ever seen a young man take.
Why, you'll be marching to the colors in no time, my boy.
- Come! - Yes!
How are you today, my boy? Huh? Fine, sir.
Good. Here we go.
- Yes? - Are you a soldier, sir?
Yes, my boy. I am.
My papa was a soldier, sir. He fell at Waterloo.
I'm sorry to hear that. What was his name?
Captain George Osborne, sir, of the Ninth.
Oh, but I knew him well.
What's the matter with you?
Oh, for heaven's sake, Maria. Out with it.
It's just that I was driving in the park the other day, and...
And? And, and, and, and, and?
Father. I saw little George.
He was with Mr. Sedley,
and I knew him at once.
He's as beautiful as an angel.
And... And so like him.
Dash it, Becky.
Is this really the best we can manage?
There's my desk. Here's the key.
If you can find a spare penny piece in it, I'll take my hat off to you.
Unless you mean for once to make a contribution.
The whole animal was made of scrag end!
If only the butcher didn't want to be paid. How can he be so selfish?
Don't be hard on me, old girl.
I've had a run ofbad luck.
Things'll get better.
That Mr. Moss is here. I've brought him up.
Take him back down again, damn you. Until we've finished eating!
- Rawdon, please. - Needs must, Colonel.
And I hope you've got good news for me.
I'm sorry, Mr. Moss, but we're not magicians.
We can't give you the money if we haven't got it.
Why not? You can spend it when you haven't got it.
Oh, you're wasted as a bailiff. You should write for the stage.
And you should go on it. You're a good enough actress.
That is enough! We cannot pay it, and there it is. Now get out.
All right, I'll go. But I'll be back.
Clear the way there!
Get out of the way!
Is this really your home then?
Yes, it is.
How is such a thing possible? What do you want with me, sir?
I have a proposal to put to you.
Why do you do that, Mama? It is so degrading.
I do it so we can eat. Hunger is degrading too.
That is our food, Georgy! It is not a toy!
I hate our food. And I have no toys.
None that I want anyway.
How can you be so cruel?
When he might have had the finest education money could buy.
When he could have been as rich as a lord.
And his own mother steals his future...
because she wants to tuck him up in bed.
"A mother's love is worth more than palaces in Mayfair."
Do you not remember what Major Dobbin wrote?
- Pray don't talk about Major Dobbin. - Why not?
What's the point, now he's engaged?
Oh, didn't you read Joseph's letter?
"How are you, my dear Amelia?
"And how is all your little family?
"If you did but know how brightly your image burns for me...
"and how I dream of you and Georgy hand-in-hand.
"Every detail of your daily life is precious to me...
as I sit and write beneath the Indian sun. '"
"Thank you for your letter which took three months to reach me... Mother?
But was very welcome when it did. '"
Mother, what are you doing here? I was coming to see you on Saturday.
"Georgy is in good health... I made Georgy some shirts.
And living with his grandfather. '" I was going to leave them for him.
Oh, Mother. I couldn't wear your funny old shirts now.
Good day to you, madam. Come along, Georgy.
You are silly, Mama.
- Silly old Mama! - "I am persuaded it is better.
So, for his sake, I must submit. '"
Listen, Dobbs, if you'd rather leave it for some other time, I can easily find someone else.
No. No, no, I'm coming.
"I confess it was with quite a pang that I read Joseph's news of your engagement. '"
Dobbs, I can't breathe!
Good Lord, Dobbs. Have you lost your mind altogether?
It's time I returned to England.
Here's your medicine, Sir Pitt.
Take it away. There's no medicine can cure what ails me.
I'm dying, Horrocks. This is the end. Oh, come, Sir Pitt.
Shall I fetch Mr. Pitt? Or the doctor?
Or the lawyer?
That's the question, Horrocks.
Pitt's had Tilly's money.
Shall he have mine too?
Or should it go to Rawdon? Hmm?
And foxy little Becky?
I can fetch the lawyer if you want me to, sir.
Uh? Oh, no.
No. Let Pitt have it all. Yeah.
He's a pompous beggar,
but he'll keep this old place together.
And your piano practice? I hope you've not been neglecting it.
No, Miss... I mean Mrs. Crawley.
I'm glad to hear it. You must play for me.
And, Rose, what is your best subject? French.
No airs. No bid to bury her governess's past.
You cannot dislike her for that, surely?
No. I agree. Not for that.
Uh, Rawdon, after luncheon,
perhaps you'd like to see my pamphlet on the emancipation issue? Oh, God, help me.
Uh, Mrs., uh, Crawley,
when you told Miss Crawley that your mother was a Montmorency...
I never said that. I spoke once of the Montmorencys, but that's all.
She must have misunderstood me. My mother sang opera.
- Mm. - Mm-hmm.
What shall we do after luncheon?
Well, we are in mourning. Uh, uh, yes.
Y-You are right to say so,
but I don't think my father's death should banish all social converse.
Then what I should like to do best would be to play something with our little boys.
Little Pitt has not been well.
W-Well, I gave Little Pitt some tonic before lunch.
- I remember how your medicines helped poor Miss Crawley. - Mm.
We're all, uh, family here, so l-I feel we may speak openly.
L- I hope, um, Aunt Matilda's final disposition...
Miss Crawley gave me the most wonderful husband in the world.
How could I be angry with her?
I'm glad her fortune will restore the glory of this place and this family,
of which I'm proud to be a member.
It is we Crawleys, madam, who are the gainers by your marriage.
- Thank you. - Mm.
Bye, Auntie Becky.!
Bye, Uncle Rawdon.! Bye.!
I like AuntJane. Don't you, Papa?
I do. Pitt's lucky there. She's kind and good.
I could be good on 5,000 a year.
Oh, do you not care for her, then?
What does that matter? Don't you see what this means?
We're back in the family. At long last we've begun.
Careful of that table now. That's valuable, that is.
Excuse me! What are you doing? What are you doing?
I told you I'd be back, lady. Here, look, you'd better wrap up that cooker glass.
No! How dare you try and bring out my things on the street! Here, let me have that!
I'll call the constable! You can call the King for all I care!
Give it back to me! I'm takin' it! You're not having this!
Give it to me! I wonder if I might be of some help.
A pleasure doing business.
We meet at last.
I know you, Lord Steyne, you do not know me.
You will have forgotten, but you were kind to my father once, many years ago.
I am seldom praised for... for being kind. What was his name?
You are Francis Sharp's daughter?
He had a great talent for painting, as I recall,
and none at all for life.
I'm attempting to redress that balance. It is my challenge.
I've watched you in the lists. I wish you luck.
It will not be easy.
Of course, it's the women who keep the doors of society closed.
They do not like outsiders to discover that there's nothing behind them.
Should you like to come to Gaunt House?
Very much, my lord.
You will be bored there.
My wife is as gay as Lady Macbeth...
and my daughters-in-law as cheerful as Goneril and Regan.
They will bully you and snub you and patronize you.
But that's what you want, I suppose.
You should take this.
You don't want him back tomorrow.
You're playing with fire, Becky. Dearest, be reasonable.
You can pander all you like to the great and the good.
We're not their type, never will be. Of course we are.
You have the best blood in England in your veins if only you'd use it.
You know, Lord Steyne's planning a dinner next week with the Minister of War.
He promises to talk of nothing but you.
The cards are in your hand, darling.
Must I show you how to play them?
So now you are to instruct me in games of chance?
I just want you to think on the winnings.
Oh, I know what we have to win. I'm just afraid of what we might lose.
You're taking favors from a tiger, Becky.
I'm not afraid.
Keep your eyes open.
� Come with me �
� And we will go ��
Must I repeat myself? You will write a card to Colonel and Mrs. Crawley.
But Blanche writes them.
Not this time, I don't.
Lady Steyne, I cannot believe...
that I am compelled to issue a request three times.
I will write it.
Then I will not be present. I will go home.
Good! Stay there!
Let me be free of your damned tragedy airs.!
Who are you to give orders?
You're here to have children and you're barren!
My son is sick of you.! There's no one in the house that doesn't wish you dead.!
Besides, what's the matter with Mrs. Crawley?
She's not well born, it's true,
but she's no worse than Fanny's illustrious ancestor, the first de la Jones.
- The money I brought to this family, sir... - Purchased my second son as a husband...
whom the whole world knows is mad.
This is my house.
If I invite the trash from every prison and brothel in London,
you will receive them and you'll make them welcome.
Remember. You have no friends beyond this door.
Lady Bareacres, what did you make of the new Figaro? I thought it was quite interesting.
I hear you sing and play beautifully, Mrs. Crawley.
I wish you'd sing for me. It would be my pleasure.
What are you doing? I've seen enough cruelty in this house to want to inflict it.
"Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal."
� Now sleeps the crimson petal �
� Now the white �
� Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk �
� Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font �
� The firefly wakens �
� Waken thou with me �
� Now droops the milkwhite peacock �
� Like a ghost �
� And like a ghost she glimmers on to me �
��Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars ��
��And all thy heart lies open unto me ��
� Now folds the lily all her sweetness up �
� And slips into the bosom of the lake �
��So fold thyself, my dearest, thou ��
� And slip �
� Into my bosom �
� And be lost �
� In me ��
You are through the door.
That boy of yours, when does he go away to school?
Oh, when he's older, I suppose.
No, no. He must learn to stand on his own two feet at once.
Miss that lesson in childhood and you'll miss it all your life.
Well, I'm not sure Rawdon could spare him yet. And he's very spirited.
I shall arrange it.
No need to thank me.
Perhaps then we could see a little more of each other.
Aren't you forgetting my husband?
I never forget anything, Mrs. Crawley.
Least of all an unpaid debt.
She hasn't been at all well, has she?
Must I go? Must I really?
Can't I stay if I promise to be good?
It won't be for long, old chap. Yes, it will.
It's time, darling.
Tonight, Lord Steyne will unveil his mystery performance...
directed by himself and performed by the Duchess of Lancaster,
the Countess of Slingstone and other great ladies ofhis lordship's acquaintance.
Your Majesty, my lords, ladies and gentlemen, please be seated.
The entertainment is about to begin.
What has Steyne got planned, Lady Steyne? I wish I knew.
- Steyne the Pasha and his nautch girls. - I give you the ballet Zirnana.
It's Mrs. Crawley.
Well done, all.
- Yes. - Bravo.!
Ah, Mrs. Crawley.
To the victor the spoils.
You have carried off our hearts in triumph.
If that is so, Your Majesty,
then you may rest easy that your heart will be well looked after.
That is a relief, for it has been bruised in its time.
You must tell me at dinner how you mean to treat it.
You will sit next to me.
Precedence would make that a little difficult, sir.
I am the King, Lady Gaunt. I confer precedence.
Well, are you happy?
I said that I would make you queen of the night and I have.
I'm certainly grateful, my lord. But not happy?
Well, which of us is happy?
Not you? Surely you take pleasure in your pictures. Yes.
I can hide behind them. You, my lord, hide from what?
From the simple truth that is known to every shepherd and footman...
that the only thing of value in this life is to love...
and be loved.
I've hidden from it because I didn't think that I would ever find it.
Now I believe I have.
You jest with me, my lord.
I make a poor companion with the splendors that surround you.
The chief advantage of being born into society...
is that one learns early what a tawdry puppet play it is.
You remember the child who set a high price on this picture...
before she could bear to see it go?
Not high enough.
The trouble is, Mrs. Crawley, you've taken the goods.
It's too late to query the price.
May I walk with you?
By all means, Wenham.
Good evening, Colonel. Oh, Lord!
It's a small thing, Colonel. �165 you owe Mr. Nathan.
For God's sake, Wenham, lend me 100. I have 70 at home.
I'm sorry. I don't have �10 in the whole world, my dear fellow.
Don't worry. Mr. Moss will take good care of you, won't you, Mr. Moss?
I run the most comfortable debtor's prison in London. Come on.
You sure I can't get you anything, Colonel?
My wife will be here at any moment.
If you say so, sir. Ring the bell when you want something.
- You did deliver my letter, yes? - I delivered it myself, sir.
Is there no one else I might call on?
My brother, I suppose.
But I hardly like to trouble him when I know that Becky will be on her way before too long.
Even so, sir.
Poor Rawdon. He's in prison.
I know. I'll send my man Wenham with the bail tomorrow.
One night won't kill him.
Heaven knows he's on familiar territory.
Oh, Becky. Thank God.
It is I, Rawdon. It's Jane.
When your note came, I read it.
I've paid Mr. Moss.
This is no place for a woman like you.
You should not have come here. I'm not worth it.
Yes, you are. You are worth it.
I want to change, Jane.
I mean to make a different life for Rawdy and I.
At least I mean to try. Then you will succeed.
Now, get your things and I'll take you home.
I must apologize...
for my excessive zeal.
You need no forgiveness from me.
Oh, but I do. I need your forgiveness.
And your love.
Suppose my wish is to finish now, if I ask no other favor?
You've had your wishes, Mrs. Crawley.
Crawley. What kept you?
Nothing happened, Rawdon. I beg you to believe me. I'm innocent.
What are you two scheming about? Tell him I'm innocent.
You, innocent? When my money has bought every trinket on your body?
Let me pass, sir. You cowardly, villainous liar!
Rawdon! Rawdon, don't! What are you doing?
Take off that necklace.
Now get out!
Open it! Open it.
I want to know if you or he are lying. Open it!
A thousand pounds.
You might have spared me a hundred, Becky.
I always shared with you.
Rawdon! Rawdon, wait!
Please.! Forgive me.
I made a grave mistake. I'm sorry.
You cannot know the journey that I have made.
Oh, I should. I traveled with you.
Not from the beginning.
In my way, I've loved you.
Then that is your misfortune. Good-bye, Rebecca.
"Following the premature death of His Excellency, the Governor of Coventry Island,
"we hear the post is to be offered to the distinguished veteran of Waterloo,
Colonel Rawdon Crawley."
Well, this is excellent.
Excellent be damned!
The place is a graveyard, and it is Steyne who sends me to it.
Well, whatever the reason,
this is a chance and you must take it.
Good boy. Steady now.
My life has not been much.
Everything I've touched has turned to dust,
except that boy.
Would you take care of him for me?
Rawdon, I promise you I will love him as my own.
I do already.
God bless you.
Who? Who said that?
Madame de Crawley.
Off to work.
Place your bets.
I'm sorry, I don't speak... Is this your first time in the casino?
And if it is? You must use your beginner's luck wisely.
The chance will not come again.
George. What would Amelia say if she knew you were here?
Not now, Dobbin. May I present...
But I know the major very well.
Don't tell me it is the infamous Mrs. Crawley. George.
It is, sir. So your mother must be traveling on the continent.
Your grandfather forgave her in the end?
He did, God bless him. He left her well provided for.
We've been traveling with my mother's friend.
Alas, Major Dobbin, are you still only her friend?
You must see Mama. Come tomorrow.
We're at the Erbprinz Hotel.
She won't want to be disturbed.
Major Dobbin, I don't remember you for a tease.
I would love to. Tell her I'll be there in the morning.
You must have known my father.
Do you think I'm like him?
It is not your place to issue invitations. But if she's an old friend...
She's an old acquaintance. It's not the same. Your mother won't wish to see her.
Of course I want to see her.
Becky. How could I not?
That little devil brings mischief wherever she goes. She killed her husband.
He died of tropical fever.
You can hardly lay that at her door. Can't I?
They took her son from her.
Rubbish. Rawdon took the boy away because cats are better mothers.
And what do you know of motherhood? You have no child.
Don't I know it?
And if I have any authority in this house...
You have none, sir.
Who do you think you are? My father?
I know what your heart is capable of.
It can cling faithfully to a misty memory and cherish a dream,
but it cannot recognize or return a love like mine.
- L-I have been your friend. - No.
You have allowed me to be your friend.
We have spent enough of our lives at this play, Amelia.
Let this end.
We are both weary of it.
When his cousin died, I knew Rawdy would spend his life at Queen's Crawley.
He belongs there.
But you must see him.
Why don't you? Does LadyJane prevent it?
No. Jane would not keep me from him.
But Rawdy has become a great man.
I love him and I wish him well, but my place is no longer with him.
Tell me, how is Major Dobbin?
I passed him as I came here, looking very fierce.
We have fallen out. Over me?
Over you, yes, but over other things as well.
Amelia Osborne, you're a damn fool.
He is your dearest friend.
It matters not what he thinks of me. You should go and fetch him.
I cannot, Rebecca. You don't know what lies between us. I do.
Ever since I saw him buy that piano, I've known how it stood between you.
That was George. It was Dobbin.
- I saw him with my own eyes. - George loved me.
George Osborne loved no one but himself.
He'd have jilted you but for Dobbin and left you if he'd lived.
Dobbin was right.
Wherever you go, you trail wickedness and heartache in your wake.
I came prepared for this. George gave this to me at the Duchess of Richmond's Ball.
Whatever it is, I will not read it.
"My darling, Becky, won't you save me from a life of dreary toil?
Fly with me. We will dance our way across Europe. Your George. '"
That is the man you have made your life a shrine to.
I've been a fool.
We have all been fools.
But you may still remedy your folly. Go.!
Hurry. In the back.
My Angel, take compassion upon us.
Dine with Fritz and me at the inn in the park. We'll die if you don't.
Tomorrow maybe. Ask me again tomorrow.
Today I'm a little tired.
I'm looking for a Madame de Crawley.
Can you tell me where I might find her?
Mr. Joseph Sedley?
What are you doing in Germany?
ByJove. Have I found you?
Amelia said you were here.
Is it truly the beautiful Mrs. Crawley?
I'm on my way back to India.
My gad, Mrs. Crawley. What a turn up.
I do hope that traveling will not tire you. Oh, no, Mr. Sedley.
You know I love to visit new places.
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