All language subtitles for The Way We Live Now (2001) - S01E03

Just think. He'll just be on his way
to the station now.

In a few hours, we'll be together

and Papa knows nothing about it.

Shh!

(Train whistles)

(Men talking quietly)

He's got you fair and square, me boy.

Never mind that.
A class horse will always win in the end.

I say, Felix. Didn't you say
you had a train to catch?

Never mind the damn train. One more hand, eh?

- Still be in time.
- What for?

Didn't you know?
He's eloping with Marie Melmotte.

Sailing to New York with her.

- Is he, by God?
- I thought she was supposed to many me.

Look here, you fellows.
It's all supposed to be secret.

I take it you're game to play on, Grendall

- Absolutely.
- Deal, then.

(Train whistling)

Come and watch the sun go down with me.

I came to tell you I'm Leaving.

Obeying your friend's instructions, no doubt.

No. I should never have come here.

I should never have agreed to it.

- And you blame me for that?
- No, I blame myself.

So you should.

Not for coming away with me but for looking at
another woman while you were bound to me.

When will you accept
that this is over between us?

It is not over between us!

Don't you understand?
I say when it is over, not you.

- And if I defy you?
- Then you should fear for the consequences.

Don't think that I'd hesitate to do in England
what I did in Oregon.

I still have my pistols and a steady hand.

You don't mean that, Winifred.

Why not?

What have I got left to lose?

But why should it come to that?

Paul, you know better than anyone
how I can love as well as hate. Don't you?

(sighs)

How could I forget that?

All you know of love you learned from me.

Do you think it will be easy
to find that kind of Lovin' with another?

Listen.

Stay with me this one night.

No, Listen to me.

Stay with me this one night,

perhaps our last together,

then go to Mexico

and start your work there.

And while you are there, consider

which woman would you want by your side
in that fierce, rough country?

And if you truly believe your little English rose
would blossom there...

then come back and tell me...

and I'll let you go.

Do you promise that?

I promise.

Now kiss me.

(Wincing) Ooh!

- Best give it up, Felix.
- One more hand.

You've nothing to play with, you fool.

I've taken enough of your damned lOUs
in this club, Grendall

Now you can take some of mine.

He's got a point there.

All right.

No.

Dolly deals.

Damned impertinence.

Five cards.

No changes.

Best show.

- Ten thousand.
- (Shocked murmurs)

Are you man enough for that, Grendall?

I am if you are, Carbury.

- It is better to live to fight another day...
- Deal, damn you!

(Sniff g)

Two pairs. Kings and threes. Ha, ha!

Beat that.

(Various) Ooh!

That'll be ten thousand
any time convenient, Carbury.

You damn cheat.

He had the ace of spades in his sleeve.

I saw him.

Now, then, Carbury. It's damn bad form,
accusing another man of cheating.

- Chap should take his losses like a man.
- No, I saw him.

- You all saw him. Dolly?
- You're embarrassing even/one.

Take it back, there's a good fellow.
It'll seem better in the morning.

But he did. It's not fair.

Repeat one word of that, Carbury,
and I'll have satisfaction from you.

You can name your time and your place and
I'll shoot you through the heart, by God I will!

(Whispering)

(Muttering) Miles Grendall

Grendall

Money.

Oh.

- (Groans)
- Are you all right, Sir Felix?

Er, yes. I'm perfectly all right.

Just need breath air, that's all.

Get you a cab to the station, Sir Felix?

Oh, all that. No, no.

No, that's... That's, er...

That's all nonsense.

That's all a dream. I'm going home to bed.

Good idea, sir. Wish some of the other young
gentlemen had as much sense as you.

Oh, thank you, Vossner.

(Laughs) Thank you. Appreciate that.

Good night.

Now, better speak only in French.

And say nothing about the steamboat
until we are in the cab.

Ooh! Ah!

Let me take the case.

- Miss Melmotte, I believe.
- Non, non, non.

Cette mademoiselle, elle est francaise,
Mademoiselle Racine.

Voyez bien, son nom est marqué sur la valise.

- Oui.
- I'm sorry, miss.

But I must persist in asserting
this lady is Miss Melmotte.

And you I take it are Elise Didon, her sen/ant.

I think you'd both better make up your minds
to accompany me back to London.

I won't. Why should I go anywhere with you?
Who are you?

I'm Inspector Brown
of the Liverpool Constabulary], miss.

If I were you, I'd come quietly.

There's the small matter
of a stolen cheque, miss.

You don't want to be arrested
and charged now, do you?

Oh, Didon. Nous sommes perdues.

Pas moi.

You have no charge against me, I think, sir?

- Well, no, miss.
- Then let me pass.

Courage, ma chere.
I will tell Sir Felix what has happened

and he will send for you.

Au revoir, ma petite.

Adieu.

Didon!

She's got my jewels!

It's not my fault anyway.

The fate's against me.

Marie will understand.

I don't care if she don't.

Oh, Mother, I feel ill

Hi. Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

Oh!

Oh, no call for that.

(Groans)

Oh, dear.

Mother! Mother.

Let me in.

Mother! Let...

- Felix.
- Yes.

- Why aren't you in Liverpool?
- It's all gone wrong, Mother.

- Oh, you poor thing.
- Yes.

What's happened to you? Darling.

(Groans) Oh, my head!

So this is your game, is it?

Here I am, organising a dinner
for the Emperor of China,

preparing to stand for Parliament,

and my own daughter steals my money
and runs away with it.

- (Marie) You made me do it.
- Oh, did I?

I'll be damned if I don't prosecute
that young pup Carbury.

And what good would that do you?
Why can't you let me have the man I love?

What good is all the money in the world
if I can't have what I like?

What's the good of money?

You wouldn't say that if you were picking rags
in the gutters of Frankfurt.

- What do you know about it? Look here!
- Ow! That hurts.

I've been very good to you.

You've had your share of everything
that's going.

Carriages, horses, bracelets, brooches,
social clubs and I don't know what else.

- You're an ungrateful Little minx.
- I never asked for any of those things.

I don't care a straw for bracelets and brooches.

So what do you care for, huh?

Someone to love me. That's all.

That fop doesn't love you.

He doesn't even love your money enough
to get himself to Liverpool.

So from now on you will do as I say.
You will many Lord Nidderdale.

I know better than you what's good for you.

Marry him and you'll have a position
in the world that nothing can take for you.

I don't care about that.
I love Felix and he loves me.

I'll never many Lord Nidderdale. So there.

You can shake me and beat me all you like.

You can chop me up into Little bits if you like.

You won't change my mind, not one Little bit!

You little...!

You Little jade!

Well?

(Snoring)

(Marie) Nothing venture, nothing have.

Yes, but we might venture everything
and end up with...nothing. You know.

- You'd...
- (Melmotte) ..have me. Mmm!

(Gasps and hypenrventilates)

Hetta? What are you doing?

- Nothing, Mother.
- Nothing?

Nothing? With your brother
nearly at death's door?

(Sighs) It's not as bad as all that, surely?

See for yourself.

No, Mother, please don't. No, Moth... Aagh!

You see? Your poor brother.

Beaten nearly to death by six ruffians.

- I believe there were eight, on point of fact.
- Oh!

I think perhaps I could take
a Little brandy in water now.

Oh, yes. What shall we do? What shall we do?

All our plans have come to waste.

Oh, we are ruined.

And you're precious Little comfort to me.
I wish I'd been childless!

Mother, how can you say that?

If you please, my lady,
Mr Broune is waiting downstairs.

Oh, thank God for Mr Broune!

Six ruffians, were there?

Six or eight. Great rough brutes.

Six or eight bottles is probably nearer the mark,
isn't it, Felix?

Oh!

(GROWLS)

- (Door closes)
- (Sighs)

ls there any chance that his attackers
will be apprehended?

Attackers? The story I heard...

(Light clattering)

...was that your son and Marie Melmotte stole
a cheque for £250 from the girl's father

and Sir Felix then went and lost the money
in a game of cards at the Beargarden Club.

The girl was brought back from Liverpool
by the police

and Melmotte is threatening
criminal proceedings against Sir Felix.

Oh, Mr Broune, what shall we do?

Well, the money must be repaid and soon
to avoid criminal charges being brought.

But how can that be done?

Felix has had even] penny from me.

I have nothing left.

This elopement was to be
our passport out of poverty.

Let me go and talk to Melmotte.

See if anything can be done.

Mr Broune, would you?

£250, huh?

(Sighs) Well, well.

You're a fool if you think you're going to get it
back from that young scoundrel

I tend to agree, Mr Melmotte, but...

I happen to hold his mother
in a very high degree of respect

and, I may say, affection.

Oh, so that's it, is it? Well, then.

She's a very lucky woman. (Chuckles)

Tell me, Mr Broune,

you don't think I'm a bad sort of chap, do you?

Melmotte & Company have put a great deal of
money in people's pockets, don't you agree?

That is if the value of the railway shares
continues to rise.

- There's no reason why it shouldn't, is there?
- None that I know of, Mr Melmotte.

Well, then...

it will do no harm for you to say something
of the kind in your newspaper, Mr Broune.

You may have heard that I'm standing for
Parliament in the Westminster constituency.

Very public spirited of you, Mr Melmotte.

That's just what I think myself, Mr Broune.

But your colleague, Mr Alf,
don't seem to think so,

with his Little hints and insinuations

in that rag of a paper he edits.

What is it...?

The Evening Pulpit.

Well.

That's what I think of his paper.

And...that's what I think of him.

I hear he intends to stand
For parliament against me.

I trust you wouldn't be lending your support
to such a carping Little guttersnipe as that.

Look here, Mr Broune.

£250 ...

is neither here nor there to a man like me.

Why don't I convert it into railway shares, hm?

A generous man Like you deserves to share
in the prosperity of our great enterprise.

Well, I'm not at all sure that would be proper.

This is strictly between ourselves.
In fact, you can forget all about it if you like.

You just leave it to me and if you come into a
nest egg later on, who should deserve it better?

No. On second thoughts,
I don't think it would be proper at all.

Mr Broune. Good afternoon.

I'd like to continue further with you
but I have a Canadian delegation waiting.

And then there's the Chinese.

Croll, Mr Broune is just going.

Mr Broune.

Good afternoon. A pleasure to see you
in the City, sir...

at any time, sir. Thank you, sir.

One moment, please, gentlemen.

Thank you.

What?

Hm? What?

It can't be done, Mr Melmotte.

What can't be done?

Best forget all this about Parliament,
Mr Melmotte.

Best take the profit and move on,
like we always do.

Not this time, Croll.
This time I'm setting down the rules.

I'm going to be an English gentlemen, Croll.

And no one can touch me then.

- I've bought Pickering Park off Longestaffe.
- You haven't paid for it.

We don't have to pay for things, Croll.
Leave that to the Little man.

All right, let him have a few more shares.
He won't make a fuss.

He wants to keep the price up,
same as everyone.

It can't Last, Mr Melmotte.

It can Last, Croll, and it will last

because everybody wants it to
and everybody has a share.

You've let that boy go to Mexico.
He'll come back and say there isn't any railway.

And who's going to believe him?

(Sniggers)

Croll, the Emperor of China is coming to dinner

at my house.

Now, who's waiting outside? The Canadians.

Send them in, Croll.

Let them all come.

Mr Montague!

Miss Carbury.

I got your note.

I wanted to see you before you went away.
Why didn't you come to Welbeck Street?

- I didn't think that...
- Do you think I don't care about you?

- I do care about you.
- (Whistle)

Get in. You'll miss it.

- Think of me.
- (Whistle)

Wait for me, Hetta.

(Marie) Dearest, darling Felix.

I hope you are thinking of me as I am of you.

They say you have deserted me but I won't
believe it until I hear it from your own lips.

Papa keeps me here like a prisoner.

I don't even know how I can send you this note
now Didon has gone.

Papa is at me again to marry Lord Nidderdale

but I never will, nor anyone else,
so long as I know you still love me

as I love you and kiss you a hundred times.

Your own Marie.

Do you like Mr Brehgert very much, Georgiana?

He's all right, I suppose.

I think he looks kind.

But not handsome.

My Felix is very handsome.

He's beautiful.

His skin is so soft, and he smells so sweet.

I could spend all day kissing him all over.

Really, Marie, that is more than I should wish to
know about your feelings for Sir Felix Carbury.

Do you think you will be married
to Mr Brehgert?

- I don't know.
- He wants to many you, doesn't he?

Yes, he does.

And he would be able to offer me
even] comfort.

But could you love him?

I think I could...like him.

I certainly wouldn't care to kiss him allover.

But I'm sure that would not be required.

There is another consideration.

I hesitate to mention it
in your mother's presence.

Mr Brehgert is Jewish.

He makes no effort to conceal it.
He speaks of it openly without shame.

Why should it be something
a person should be ashamed of?

Well, it does seem rather hard, but there it is.

Mr Brehgert says all that is changing now.

And indeed, I think it may be.

So perhaps, after all,
the world is changing for the better.

It's so very hard to know what to do
for the best.

But I must be married.

You chose not to be introduced to me
at Lowestoft

but now you seek me out.
I wonder why.

I must have seemed discourteous at Lowestoft.
Please believe...

I only sought to avoid causing
more embarrassment and distress.

To yourself or to me?

No matter.

Why are you here now?

I am here on behalf of my cousin,
Miss Henrietta Carbury.

- She has sent you here.
- No.

(Sighs) No. She knows nothing of my visit.

Indeed, she knows nothing of your existence.

So...you haven't told her.

Mrs Hurtle, Paul Montague has told me
that he is in love with my cousin.

And that he wants to many her.

He has also told me that his association
with you...is a thing of the past.

Can you confirm that?

Why should I tell you anything about myself?

I assure you, Mrs hurtle,
I have no desire to pry into your Life.

My only interest is in my cousin's happiness.

And your own, perhaps?

(Sighs) If you can tell me that there is no
longer anything between you and Mr Montague,

then there is perhaps no need for my cousin
to know of your past involvement with him.

Or even of your existence.

I see.

So...

Can you give me that confirmation?

No, I can't.

I won't.

Paul Montague has shared my bed.

Oh, does that shock you?

I beg your pardon.

Yes, he has shared my bed.

And now I've let him go to Mexico
and told him to make up his mind

which of us he wanted.

And if he chooses Ms Carbury,

there will be a heavy price to pay.

I don't need a champion
to protect my honour, Mr Carbury.

I can do that for myself.

I won't let him jilt me, Mr Carbury.

And he knows it.

So...

why don't you go and tell Ms Carbury

just as I told you?

You'll be doing your duty

and doing yourself a bit of good.

We have a common interest, don't we?

Yes.

It is because of that interest that I can't tell her.

It would be dishonourable
to take such an advantage.

Coward!

You English gentlemen.

Well, maybe I'll write to her and tell her myself.

- Would that let you off the hook?
- I think you'd better not.

- But I can't advise you what to do.
- No, you can't.

Good day, Mr Carbury.

(Ruby singing softly)

Oh, Lord. Squire Carbury.

There. That's 50 brace of pheasant,

100 chickens, yes, good.

25 swans. You think that's enough swans?

Swans? You can't eat swans, man.
Swans belong to the Queen.

Well, then...how about peacocks?

- I'll enquire, sir.
- Mr Melmotte...

What sort of meat do you think
they eat in China?

Oh, no matter.

The Emperor can make do with
good old English beef, eh, Longestaffe?

Mr Melmotte, we haven't got all day.

Well, a thousand apologies, gentlemen,
but this is a very busy time for me.

What's this, Croll?

- Election expenses, Mr Melmotte.
- Oy, oy, oy, you don't say.

I don't know what it costs
to buy a seat in Parliament.

You might as well buy
the Palace of Westminster outright.

Well, well, well, there you are.

Anything to keep the voters happy, eh? Ha.

Now. Gentlemen...

So this is it.

Pickering Park.

My Little place in the country.

Er, not yet, old chap.

- We haven't seen your money.
- I'm not sure you will, young man.

Madame thinks it will be very cold and draughty
and I'm inclined to agree with her.

Now, my people have had a Look over it.

You've let it get into a shocking state,
Longestaffe.

- You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
- Now, Look here, sir.

Ah, but the situation is good.

No, the situation is very good.

I'll tell you what I have in mind, Longestaffe.

I think the best thing...

would be to pull it down and build new.
Build a proper place, uh?

Well, when you have completed the purchase,
sir, you will be free to do what you like.

Until then I must request
that you return the title deeds.

- You borrowed them only to peruse them.
- You're not backing out, are you?

No, no. But it's most irregular.

Good. Yes, we'll knock it down and build new.
No half measures.

An English gentleman
must have a decent country place.

Ah! And this will be mine.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have many pressing matters of business.

- Croll!
- ja. Corning, Mr Melmotte.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

(Winces)

Courage, mon brave.

Morning.

(Outraged whispering)

Ah. Sir Felix, sir.

Morning, Vossner.
Yes, I'm much better, since you ask.

You've come to remove your belongings, sir?

Yes, all in good time.
Who's up in the card room?

- Can't go up there, sir.
- What do you mean? Get out of my way.

- Hello, Dolly.
- Ah, Mr Longestaffe. Could you, er...?

- Look, old chap. Afraid you can't go up.
- Wh...?

- Why the devil not?
- Well, the thing is...

You've been blackballed.
That unfortunate business with Grendall

Good God, man.
He was the one that was cheating, not me.

Why isn't he blackballed?

- Wh...?
- I say, Vossner.

Thought this was supposed
to be a members' club?

You damn Scoundrel! Come back here.

- I'm not standing for this.
- Felix, this is dashed embarrassing.

Before you leave, Sir Felix. Message for you.

No hard feelings, sir.

No hard feelings.

Yes, well, I'll see you damned, Vossner.

Very good, sir.

(Dolly) Dashed embarrassing. The whole thing.

Now, listen, Felix.

The thing is...

I shall have to cut you now
or I shall be blackballed too.

But you're my oldest friend.
What am I gonna do?

- Leave England.
- I can't.

Dieppe, Ostend, Boulogne.

You'll take to it like a duck to water.

Lie Low for a bit, come back later.

Yes, but who am I going to go with?
How can I pay my fare?

Sony, old boy. Got to go in now.

No hard feelings.

Oh, Lord.

Is there one person left in the whole world
who still cares for me?

(# Piano playing, bawdy singing)

I've missed you so much.

I thought you didn't want to see me any more.

I was only angry cos you said
you wouldn't many me.

But you didn't mean that...did you?

No. No, no, no. “Q. “Q-

Mrs Pipkin thinks you'll lead me astray.

But I said you're not like that.
You're an honourable gentleman.

Quite right. Look here, Ruby.

How would you like to go abroad?

Calais, Boulogne, Paris even.

Oh, Felix, you darling. When can we go?

Well, not just yet.
My cash is tied up at the moment.

Chap called Melmotte's got some
and a chap called Grendall's got the rest.

You get it back as quick as you can.

Squire Carbury's gonna tell Grandfather
and john Crumb where I am.

And john will be after you, he will,

if he thinks you've been
taking advantage of me.

You have, haven't you?

Ruby, we'll be off to Paris
just as soon as I can raise the spondulicks.

Shall we be married there?

Well, yes! Yes!

In time, you know.

Oh, Felix! I do love you.

Ruby, it's an awful crowd here.
All these rough fellows.

How about a private supper, just the two of us?

- I'll arrange a room, shall I?
- Oh, I don't know.

Well, we are engaged, aren't we?

All right. Go on, then. (Giggles)

Well, I've found her, john. She's Living
with her aunt, Mrs Pipkin, at lslington.

- And is she coming home?
- You'll have to ask her that yourself.

Women are strange, Mr Carbury.

- They can be very contrary.
- They can be deceived by appearances.

But we must believe they will see
what is right for them in the end.

The thing is...

she want to better herself.

But she could better herself with me,
Mr Carbury.

The business has been going ever so well.

She could have a big house on the hill
if she wanted.

Tell her, john. Not me.

That's what I'll do.

Dear Paul. Your letter gave me great joy.

I think of you often in Mexico

and wish I were there too,
exploring that wild, open country.

Do please write again soon.

I know how busy you must be, but I long
to know about the work you are doing

and to hear news about the railway.

- It must be wonderful...
- Montague to Fisker.

The survey is finally underway. I am ordering
equipment for blasting and tunnelling

and preparing to enlist the workforce.

As payments have still not come through,

I am paying men out of my own pocket.

This cannot continue and I have demanded
Melmotte expedite funds with all speed.

(Whinnying)

This is a great country.

This is great work we do.

And history will thank us for it.

Another telegram from Mr Montague.

You'd better send him some money.

It's time that young man grew up. There's more
to this world than his Little railway.

I'm going to make a Little speech tonight, Croll,

when the Emperor of China comes to dinner.

They're all going to be sitting at my table, Croll.

All the society snobs. All the lords and bishops.

All the chairmen and presidents of this and that,
all the foreign delegations.

And the Prime Minister.

I think I'll set them straight
about the way the world works, Croll.

(Man) Your Imperial Celestial Majesty...

Your Grace,

my Lords, ladies and gentlemen...

dinner is served.

(Chatter)

(Belching)

(Chair scrapes)

(Clattering)

Your Imperial Celestial Majesty.

Your Grace.

My Lords, ladies...

and gentlemen.

I hope you've all had sufficient.
No one's gone hungry or thirsty.

(Laughter)

These are great times.

And I'm proud to be an Englishman
in these great times.

The Mexican railway...

is a great enterprise.

And the profits will fund even greater ones.

Harvesting all the tea in China,

we're going great guns
with His Celestial Majesty on that one.

Opening up the vast Russian steppes,

bringing civilisation to the distant corners
of the world.

And what is the engine of this great work?

Profit.

Not charity.

Gentlemen...

it is your duty

to make yourselves rich.

That is the way to make the world
a better place.

Increase your holdings.

Buy shares.

Invest.

Invest and...

invest again.

- And it will be returned to you a hundred fold.
- (Applause)

This is your last chance, boy. Get a move on!

Ah. Miss Melmotte.

What do you want now, Lord Nidderdale?

Why...to talk to you.

You know, and...

SO OH.

(Lady Monogram) I won't go over. I can't.

Didn't she get the tickets for us?

Yes, but one can't possibly speak to her
while she's with that man.

Todd, Brehgert and Goldsheiner is one
of the most respected firms in the City.

He's a Jew, Damask. They're all jews.

- Todd's one of us, surely?
- Don't quibble, Damask.

One can't know him. It's impossible.

And she knows it as well as I do.

I don't think she's coming over, my dear.

No, I don't think she is.

Don't be distressed.
It takes some people a Little time.

Have you spoken to your father yet?

Not yet. He's a Little old-fashioned, I'm afraid.

Welt, I respect that.

(Coughs)

I didn't realise before
what a clever, plucky girl you are.

I thought it was a spiffing thing you did,
running away like that.

I think you're awfully jolly.

I do, truly.

I'd be truer to you than that fellow
who wouldn't go to Liverpool with you.

No, don't speak of him like that.

It won't do you any good.

I love him better than anyone in the world.

And I'll never love you.

Miss Carbury. It was good of you to come.

- And Lady Carbury.
- Very good of your father to invite us.

Very gracious of him to bear no hard feelings.

Can I speak to you alone?

Yes, of course.

What is it?

Why didn't he come to Liverpool? Do you know?

- Well...
- Doesn't he love me any more?

I'm afraid my brother isn't really
to be relied upon.

Don't say that. Everyone says that.

And I love him so much.

Will you give him this note?

And bring me his reply.
And tell him I still have my own money.

Yes, of course I will.

I think he's very lucky to have someone
who cares so much for him.

I'll do my best with him, Miss Melmotte.

Thank you.

Thank you.

But if we show a Little courage
and name an early date for our marriage...

Oh! I think it's too soon to speak of that,
Mr Brehgert.

I am sorry if I am overeager.

You see, I have known the joys and comforts
that a happy marriage brings.

Meeting you has brought a great change
in my life.

You have given me new hope, new energy.

I believe that I am a new man,
thanks to you, my dearest Georgiana.

And what does the rest of it matter?

You're very eloquent this evening, Mr Brehgert.

Come, then. Let's say September.

Then we can have a holiday in Austria.

In Vienna. I think you would love Vienna.

I think you would be very happy there.

So this is what comes of letting her come to
London and live with the Melmottes.

I got a frightful ragging
from the chaps at the club about it.

I've a damn good mind to horsewhip
the pair of them. That Melmotte too.

Steady on, Pa. The thing is, we rather
depend on Melmotte. Shares and so on.

What? I don't...

Oh, I suppose not.

But really, parading herself in public.

I won't make a show here, Dolly.

She'll get a piece of my mind before long.

(Groans softly)

Cheer up, Your Celestial Majesty.

Whatever goes wrong for you after this,
you can always say to yourself,

"I was at Melmotte's great dinner," eh?

(Fireworks exploding and whistling)

(Gasps of delight)

(Crackling and booming)

Ah. Miss, er, Ruggles at home?

Yes, sir. She is.

There's another lady here
would like a word with you.

Hello, Ruby.

Mrs Hurtle and me wants to know

what you think you're up to, Sir Felix.

- It wasn't my idea, Felix.
- Shush, girl.

Ruby's my niece, and she's a good girl.

And you've been leading her astray.

- (Laughs)
- And it's not right.

And it's not fair.

I say, now, just Look here...

But perhaps your intentions are honourable,
Sir Felix.

Well, yes. Dash it all. Naturally.
Of course they are.

Then you mean to many Ruby.

Well, yes.

Yes, I suppose I might as well, someday.

Would that be before or after
you take her to the Continent?

Oh.

Well, I suppose you'd know
all about that sort of thing.

Perhaps I do.

And perhaps that's why I take
an interest in Ruby.

We women have to stick together, you know.

Ms Pipkin and I think your Little fling
is all flung out, Sir Felix.

So, you will not be seeing her again

until after you've made the announcement
of your engagement in The Times.

- There.
- (Ruby) I'm sorry], Felix.

It's only what you promised all along, ain't it?

You damned interfering...

Just so, Sir Felix.

And you'll remember, an engagement
is binding on the gentleman.

Won't you?

I'm sure we'll all Look forward
to reading the announcement.

I say, Look here. Ruby...

Everything and everyone
has just turned against me.

And it's not jolly well fair.

Let him go, Ruby.
He'll be back, one way or the other.

- Ah, Felix.
- Now what? More bad news?

Better news than you deserve.

Ugh.

Well, what am I supposed to do about it all?

Felix, Marie Melmotte loves you. She loves you
very much. Goodness knows why.

She still wants to many you.

What's the point? It's all no use now.

- She's giving you another chance.
- It's all no go, Hetta.

A man can't marry a girl
when all the policemen are badgering her.

If you had an ounce of courage, you would.

She's of age. She has her own money.

- If you really cared, you could.
- Well, I don't really care, all right?

Now, will you leave me alone?

You told that girl you loved her more than
anyone in the world and she believed you.

Well, a fellow has to say that sort of thing.
More fool her for believing it.

Can't you imagine
what she must be feeling now?

Haven't you any heart at all?

It's not my fault.

You all put me up to many her and just cos
it didn't go off all serene, I get reproaches.

I never cared for her.

- So am I to tell her you're giving her up?
- Just as you like. Don't care.

Oh, thank God all men aren't like you.

I think you'll find a lot of them are.

Your precious Paul Montague for one.

Fisker.

(Fisker) Listen, Paul, uh...

This is the way the [and lies, all right?

I have enough to pay them
until the end of this week.

And then, uh...that's it.

Finish.

What are you saying?

(Sighs) There's no more money.

Not for the railway, leastway,

not for the present.

What's happened? Has the share price collapsed?

(Laughs) No. My God, no.
The shares have gone through the roof.

It's just that the, uh...
The money is needed elsewhere...just now.

Look, what the hell is this about, Fisker?

Are we building a railway or not? I didn't go
into this to get Melmotte into Parliament.

Mr Melmotte appreciates what you're doing.

And...you know, I appreciate it too.

Rest assured, you are gonna be
well taken care of, Paul.

You're gonna be a rich man when we sell out.

I don't want to sell out,
I want to build this railway.

I know. I know you do. And we will one day.

But just...just not today.

And not tomorrow either.

You know, Melmotte, you know, he's a genius.

How shall I put it? He's just not
a railway-minded type of fella.

He's a damn Scoundrel and so are you.

Hey, hey. Hey, hold steady, partner.

Listen, you and I
have been through a lot together.

I'm not about to desert you now.
And there is a good side to all this.

You know, go along with it,
you and I come out clear millionaires.

And we're all set to start up
another company of our own.

There's more than one way to skin a cat.
You should know that.

So what you're saying is that this whole
enterprise has been set up as a gigantic fraud?

And you want me to go along with it?

- Well, I won't.
- Oh.

What are you gonna do, bring this whole thing
down around our ears?

- Is that it?
- That's exactly what I'm going to do.

"The bank of Todd, Brehgert and Goldsheiner
to advance the sum of £750,000,

"at seven per cent per annum
to a new company,

"the Melmotte Submarine Cable Company,

"the security being an equivalent sum
in Mexican Railway shares,

"at present valued four pounds ten shillings."

You understand of course that in the event
of the railway shares declining in value,

we should ask for other security
or even call in the loan.

That's perfectly all right.

In any case, they're not going to fall, are they?

You think the railway's all right, don't you?

I wouldn't be risking the bank's money
if I didn't, Mr Melmotte.

But it is my duty to point out
the conditions of the loan, you understand.

Of course. Croll.

Come on, get on with it, Croll.

Take a glass of brandy with me, Mr Brehgert.

Er, no. Not for me. Thank you. Not now, I...

Ah yes, of course.

Miss Longestaffe, uh?

Come. I shall walk with you.

- The happy event soon?
- I hope so.

Hm.

A perfect match.

I never saw a woman so more in love.

Ah, no.

You flatter me.

Er, I think she likes me well enough
and I have love enough for the two of us.

And money, eh? (Chuckles)

Well, this is real world we live in.

I think we can make each other happy.

Hm.

Who's this now?

- Do we know you?
- I am Hetta Carbury, Mr Melmotte.

- I am here to see your daughter.
- Oh, yes, I know you.

You are that young rogue's sister.
You come to plot another elopement, eh?

- No, sir.
- I didn't think they'd try that game twice.

Well, come on, then.

Young lady for Miss Melmotte.

Young gentleman for Miss Longestaffe.

You came. You're so good.

I knew you'd keep your word.

(Laughs)

Tell me the truth now, whatever it is.

Has he given me up?

Yes, I'm afraid he has.

What is it? Has he lost his courage?

I don't think he has much of that, has he?

But I have enough for two. Tell him that.

I am ready to tn; again, if he will.

Miss Melmotte, I don't mean to be cruel but...

you asked me for the truth.

Yes. Say it out.

He told me to tell you
that...he doesn't care for you.

That he never cared for you. I am so sorry].

He never cared for me?

Then...

Why did he tell lies about it?

What a brute he must be.

What a wretch.

Why should he break my heart like that?

I hate to say this about my own brother,

but he isn't worth breaking your heart over.

He was never worthy of you.

He wanted my money.

That was all.

And all the rest was lies.

What brutes men are.

I think you should forget about him, Marie.

Forget about him? How should I do that?

I must think of him.

But I'll hate him. Tell him that.

Tell him I say
he's a false-hearted Liar

and I trample him under my foot like that!

I despise him! Despise him!

They are all bad.

But he's the worst of all.

Papa beats me, but I can bear that.

Mama reviles me and I can bear that.

And he could have beaten and reviled me

and I'd have borne it, if only he'd Loved me.

Well, that's all done.

I'll many Nidderdale or anyone they say

and I'LL make his Life a misery.

Whoever he is, I'll Laugh at him
and take as many lovers as I please

and Laugh in his face about it.

But I will never truly love anyone again.

I'm sure that you will.

Not all men are like my brother.

Do you love someone?

Yes, I do.

And does he tell you the truth?

Well, I think he...
No, I'm sure he does.

I was sure of Felix.
I shan't ever fall in love again.

Your brother has ended all of that.

Did he really say he never cared for me?

Well, tell him I hate him

and despise him till my dying day.

And I wish he were dead.

(Butler) Mr Adolphus Longestaffe
and Mr Adolphus Longestaffe.

Dommage, monsieur.
My husband is not here.

No, madam, but I'm pleased to serve yourself.
I am here to see my daughter.

Oh.

Papa. Dolly.

I wish you'd said you were coming. I could have
introduced you to Mr Brehgert. He's just left.

Brehgert?

Papa, I wrote to Mama this morning
and Mr Brehgert was to come to you.

Come to me? Why should he come to me?

Papa, Mr Brehgert and I are engaged
to be married.

You mean to tell me
you've engaged yourself to a Jew?

Mr Brehgert is
a very well respected banker, Papa.

And a very wealthy gentleman.

He is a regular visitor to this house
and has made himself most agreeable.

I knew I never should have let you
come to Melmotte.

You are pleased to do business with him
yourself.

Business is one thing, but this?
Are you out of your mind?

Apart from anything else,
he's nearly as old as I am.

He is 50, Father.

And you've written to your mother?

I have.

I'll kill her.

Listen to me. You'll go home to Caversham and
you'll stay there and not see that man again.

Father, I am of age.
I can make my own decisions

Well, if you persist in this,
it's the last you'll see of your mother and me.

And me, Georgie. It's not on.

Heaven and earth, you of all people!

You used to take such a pride in yourself.

I'll take you down to Caversham myself
tomorrow.

You'd better leave this house today
and come to my hotel in Jermyn Street.

I won't do it, Papa.

You can and you shall.

Now go and pack your things this minute.

Papa, I shall be very sorry
never to see you and Mama again.

But if that is the condition you make, so be it.

I have engaged myself to Mr Brehgert
and I intend to go through with it.

I should have thought you would be glad
to get me off your hands.

Mr Brehgert cares for me.

And as his wife, I shall never want
for anything material.

He's not as I should have chosen.

But beggars can't be choosers.

At least I shan't be withering away
at Caversham.

Damn you, gm

- Do as I say!
- No, Father.

I should rather be buried alive.

You will take your daughter away with you now,
monsieur?

No.

Cos she refuses to go with me.

(Tuts) Ach.

Dommage.

Telegram from Mr Fisker.

It didn't work, Mr Melmotte.

Mr Montague is coming back,
and he's got his rats up.

I should have thought Fisker would have had
the nous to handle a fellow like Montague.

Oh, but no matter. What can he do?

What can he do?

He can bring down the company.

And ruin himself in the process.
I don't think so.

I say we should be thinking
about shutting up shop, Mr Melmotte.

Shut up shop?

(Laughs) No.

I'm not shutting up shop.

The day after tomorrow I shall be
member of Parliament for Westminster.

I am indispensable
to the nation's prosperity, Croll.

And by the time young Montague gets back
to England, I shall be a national treasure.

(Clock chiming faintly)

They're expecting me at the hustings.

There's a funny smell been wafting
over London this last year.

I'll tell you what it is.

- Pie in the sky, that's what it is.
- Yes!

- Mr Melmotte's pie in the sky.
- (Murmurs of agreement)

And a lot of people believe
that it's full of money.

You and I know, honest men
have to work for their money.

- (Crowd murmuring)
- It don't come raining down out of the sky.

I believe there's nothing in Mr Melmotte's pie

but a lot of hot air.

(Cheering)

ls there really a railway in Mexico?

(Laughter)

Nobody knows.

I mean, for certain nobody's seen one.

But I did hear of a bank in Vienna

had to close down in a hurry
because it couldn't pay its creditors.

(Various) Ooh!

Not Long after that, it's pie in the sky in London.

My friends, do you want to be represented
in London by a foreign speculator?

(jeering)

I stand for truth and honesty in Parliament.

(Various) Yes!

- Do my opponents say the same?
- (Murmurs) No.

Electors of Westminster.

The choice is before you.

Use your common sense.
Give your vote to Ferdinand Alf!

(Cheering and applause)

Gentlemen.

If anyone has any accusations against me,
let him give his evidence.

Let him put up or shut up.

Some men do things.

Other men stand by and carp and criticise.

Which kind of man would you like to see
representing you in Parliament?

(Cheering and applause)

Electors of Westminster,
the world is changing fast

and some of us understand it
better than others.

We are entering a new age

of communication and commerce.

We've had the Ottoman Empire
and the Austrian Empire

and the British Empire,

but now there's going to be
a new kind of empire.

(Cheering and applause)

A vast empire of trade...

that knows no boundaries or borders.

No need for armies and navies
and wars and conquests.

- There will be riches for all.
- (Cheering)

And you will all have a share in it.

But...

You need a special kind of man.

A man who understands...

the way we live now

to lead you into that new world

of peace and prosperity.

(Cheering and applause)

Well...

I say to you...

comes the age...

comes the man.

(Cheering and applause)

(Shouts of approval)

Mama is out, at her publisher's.

I didn't come here to see Mama.

I know. You Look so well.

Was it exciting?

It was all for nothing.

For nothing?

Yes. The money's not there.

The men haven't been paid.

The Mexican Railway is a sham.

What will you do?

Challenge Melmotte and tn;
and drag it all out into the open.

But in the short run...

things may turn very bad for me.

If the company goes to the wall,
I shall be penniless.

For myself, that doesn't matter.
I can start again and work my way up.

But...

it puts me in a pretty poor position
to say what I wanted to say to you.

And what was that?

Can't you guess?

I am in love with you.

- I have thought of you even] day since...
- Oh, I've thought of you too.

I'm almost ashamed to say how many hours
I've spent thinking of you.

I think I fell in love with you
the first day I met you.

And I would love you just the same
whether you were rich or poor.

Will you consent to be my wife?

Yes, I will.

I will.

- Everything quite satisfact...
- Go away!

You think that you can cast me off
as easily as that, do you?

You set me free to choose.

I chose Hetta.

Then you shall have to accept the consequences.

What will you do?

I haven't decided, Paul.

I may expose you for the blackguard
that you are.

Perhaps I shall call on your Little English rose
and tell her what sort of a man she is marrying.

I might simply call you out and kill you
like I did that other man that betrayed me.

- I never betrayed you.
- But you see I am suffering, Paul.

And maybe I'd like to see you suffer too.

I guess you'd like to see me be a graceful Loser.

Like boys from one of
your English public schools.

Aren't they taught to be graceful losers?

But I'm not used to losin'.

And I don't care for it.

- Then you must do as you see fit.
- Yes.

That will be my consolation.

I still have feelin' for you, Paul,

but take care.

I am your enemy now.

So...how did you fare in Mexico?

Not so well as I'd hoped.

I'll tell you all about it,
if you're still willing to hear it.

After you've heard my other news.

And what news is that?

I have asked Hetta to many me.

And she has consented.

I see.

We both hope that you will give us
your blessing.

You want... You want my blessing, you say.
My blessing.

I beg you. For her sake, if not for mine.

How could you take her from me?

I haven't taken her from you.

She loves us in different ways. She will always
love you as a cousin and a friend.

Don't talk about her feelings
as if you own them.

Then let me speak of my own feelings.

Your feelings must ride over everyone else's.
Do you think no one has any feelings but you?

Oh, what use is all this to me now?

All my Life I dreamed
of her being here with me.

Bearing my children.

Why did it have to be her?

It was her choice. Not yours, not mine.

At least accept that I meant no harm to you.

Please, Roger, will you at least
shake hands with me?

Please?

You have engaged yourself to Paul Montague

without consulting me.

I love him, Mama!
Why can't you be happy for me?

How can I be happy for you?

What have you got to live on?

You can bring nothing to the marriage
thanks to your brother's extravagance.

Perhaps Mr Montague has come into a fortune.

No. He may even be penniless.

But I don't care about that.
I don't want a society life.

(Sighs) You silly girl.

No, I am not a silly girl. Not any more.

I'm a young woman now, Mama.

I understand much more than you think I do.

I shall many Paul whether you approve it or no
but I wish you could be happy for me

and give me your blessing.

What's this? Little sister asking for blessing.
What's she want blessing for?

Oh, she's gone and got herself engaged
to Paul Montague.

Oh, has she, by God?

She better unengage herself,
as quick as she likes.

- Why should I?
- Why should you?

Because I disapprove.

And as your elder brother and the head
of the family, I forbid the match.

You, the head of the family? A waster like you?

You think you have the right
to disapprove of Paul Montague,

who's a hundred times more worthy than you.

Oh, a hundred times more worthy, is he?

Yes, he is.

Yes, well, I... I suppose you know
he keeps a mistress?

In a house in lslington.

- Felix...
- 'Tis...

American woman.

Name of Mrs Hurtle.

Widow. Very handsome.

He was supposed to be marrying her

but she couldn't get him up to the altar.

No doubt he was intending to keep her on
after he'd married Hetta.

I don't believe you.

- It isn't true. It can't be.
- Can't it?

I'm told that your precious Paul Montague
had her down at Lowestoft,

Living together as man and wife,
and that was just before he went to Mexico.

You may not think much of me
but that's a bit rich for my blood.

I won't have my sister marrying a blackguard.

So you'd better call it off, all right?