All language subtitles for Vanity.Fair.2018.S01E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10-English

Tonight, Becky is lost
and then she is found.

But does she have
a happy ending?

Well, this is Vanity Fair!

The world where
everyone is striving

for what is not worth having.

Whoo!

Becky!

- Becky!

- Becky!

Oh, that it should come to this.

To lose our shop to the bailiffs

because my husband
wouldn't stand up to her.

Men!

I don't want more money.

I might as well offer
to pay off the national debt.

- I said I don't want money!
- What then?

What, Rawdon?

It's the boy.

Go to your room!

Mother is the name for God
in the minds of little children,

and my boy worships a stone.

Or he did.

He got over it.

We both got over it.

There's 600 here.

Give it to poor Briggs.

I should never have
taken it off her.

Listen, Bute, uh...
I think you'd agree

that the old place could do
with a housekeeper?

Queen's Crawley?

It could swallow
a whole army of them.

Take Briggs.

She loves Rawdy,

as his mother don't.

I beg you,

be a friend to them both.

Don't do anything foolish.

- Thank you very much.
- Top me up.

What's the meaning of this?

Did some little rodent squeak?

How dare you servants sit
in my presence on my sofa?

This here is Mrs. Raggles' sofa.

- Get out.
- Pay our wages,

and you won't see us for dust.

Mr. Raggles, do you permit
these insults to me,

a poor, defenseless woman?

You lived five years in this house

and paid perhaps a third
of the rent due to me.

Without that money
I am bankrupt.

And I trusted you,
because you're a Crawley.

Exactly, so as soon as
the colonel comes home...

Why would he ever come
home to such as you?

We shall lose this house
as well as the shop.

Mrs. Crawley, my family
has no roof over its head.

Rawdon! Rawdon!

This is not a good idea.

Does he mean
to challenge you?

To a duel?

He'll have to learn to shoot
from a surprisingly long distance.

I have a plan
for the dashing colonel.

Brother!

Dear brother,
this is not the way.

My Lord Steyne gives notice
that you may expect

a communication
laying out his terms.

Terms?

I want satisfaction!

Such as you are insects, sir,

to be crushed
beneath his lordship's feet.

Does he know who we are?

Sir Bute!

Rebecca?

A word?

I have received Lord Steyne alone
a hundred times,

it's true.

But I'm only guilty

of too much devotedness
to Rawdon's service.

Our family's service.

I looked for a peerage for you.

Oh my God, reconcile us.

Dear brother, pity me,

and bring my cruel,
cruel Rawdon home.

For I am innocent
as the day is long.

Your soul is black with vanity.

You won't forget me, though,
will you?

It will be so boring
when I'm gone.

"Congratulations are due
to Colonel Rawdon Crawley

who, upon the recommendation
of Lord Steyne,

is appointed Governor General
of Coventry Island."

A promotion?

Coventry Island?

I don't know, either.

Somewhere off the Ivory Coast,
I think.

Africa?

Hot then.

And wet.

Mosquitoes the size of parrots.

Ah, the last Governor General

died within six months, I believe.

Don't go.

Rawdon, I beg you.

No wife.

No home.

No honor.

What else is there left?

It's the end of the line.

Goodbye.

Major Dobbin?

Miles away, as usual.

Did you try some
of that chamomile tea?

Glorvina, for sure the best cure
for melancholy in a gentleman

is not chamomile tea.

Dobbin!

Dobbin!

A letter from my mother.
You'll never guess!

What on earth...?

My sister,

she's, um...

Dead?!

To be married.
To the vicar.

Put that face away now.

If nothing else will ever
truly make you happy, William,

sure you must fly away home now
and prevent that wedding.

Peggy O'Dowd,

mother of all the regiment.

Your blessing means
all the world.

"Louisa Grace Sedley,
loving wife and mother."

Not so loving,
towards the end.

She endured many trials,
Father.

Which I caused,

and you bore,
my patient dear.

Ah, Reverend Binny,
good morning.

- Good to see you.
- Good morning.

Good morning.
Shall we walk together?

Oh, pleasure.

Why all the rush?

Five months traveling

and barely a night
to restore our wits,

let alone our poor
suffering stomachs.

A fine year for the rosehips,
Mrs. Osborne.

Yes, I shall make syrup
for the harvest supper.

Oh.

I think it may be
coming on to rain.

But we have
our butterfly hunt!

Oh!

Mr. Sedley, do you
know those gentlemen?

William?

Jos!

Oh, my dear boy!

- Major Dobbin.
- Mr. Sedley.

We'll leave you to your guests.

Yes. Thank you.

My dear Amelia.

My darling brother.

Come on.
Let's get you inside.

Um...

Um...
Was I wrong to imagine

I should be congratulating you
on your engagement?

Oh.

Happily I was saved
further embarrassment

by the arrival of that
very charming new teacher.

Oh.

But where is your lady wife?

You were to marry Miss O'Dowd.

I'm known throughout India
as a hopeless old bachelor.

- Hmm.

- Oh.

The English summer!

It's purest heaven to me.

Come on, run.

So you see, none of my
investments was unwise,

not really.
Look at this.

Yes, there will be tea!

Georgy has grown so tall.

You must go and visit him
while you're in London.

You still play it.
The piano.

Of course.

The kindest man in the world.

To seek it out and return it to me,

knowing how much it meant.

It was the greatest pleasure
of my life,

I assure you, Amelia.

What?

No.

No. That is...

I thought someone else...

Amelia. Amelia!

Amelia, please!

How could it not be me?

I must seem very ungrateful.
I do beg your pardon.

I've loved you since the very
first moment that I saw you.

No, stop, I can't.

The day in Vauxhall,
13 years ago.

Since then, no hour in the day has
passed that I have not thought of you.

Please, stop!

I came to tell you
before I left for India,

but you, you didn't care,
so, so I left.

- But I'm, I'm here now!
- Now?!

What use is now?

You are too late!

I prayed and prayed
for a friend to come

when they took away
my little boy

and it nearly killed me.

That's when you
should have come.

- I'm sorry.
- George is my husband,

here and in heaven, forever.

I'm sorry. too.

I'm no fool, Major Dobbin.
I can read an account sheet.

Which is how I know
that most of the fund

which kept mother and child
afloat came from you.

I could do no less,

when she was left
without resources.

Hmm. You still mean
to make me feel guilty.

Not at all.

A father in his grief
is not master of himself.

But, sir, you are
a grandfather now.

And a fine life
I give the boy.

And how much finer
if it included a mother's love?

She took your son away from you,

but she gave you hers in return.

And however much
you loved your George,

I can tell you, sir,
she worships him still.

There are other women, man.

Hmm?

Welcome to my house, Mama.

Darling Georgy.

It's rather a dark old place,
isn't it?

You and your mama
can change all that now.

Jane...

I have half my father's fortune

and an old school friend

with a house
on the Royal Crescent in Bath.

Bath! Oh.

So I may cross you off my list
of things to worry about?

Most certainly.

Goodbye, Amelia.

Goodbye, Jane.

Tear down those
dusty curtains, Amelia.

Employ some painters
and then go on holiday!

A holiday...
Can Uncle Dob come?

I do most extravagantly admire
that musical German's waistcoat.

That rug is rather pretty.

Oh, I'll find you much better
in Bundlegunge.

The lace is
so fine and so white

and half the price
it is in London.

May I make a present
of it for you?

Oh, I have no use
of white lace, William.

Ah, the Pumpernickel
Assembly Rooms?

Uncle Dob, no!

- The Pumpernickel Museum?
- Bleh!

Will there be suits of armor
and thumbscrews?

By heaven, I hope so!

Bliss!
Waistcoats galore!

Oh, dear.

I shall accompany your brother

to prevent further crimes
against the mode.

Uh... I don't think
I'm on the right page.

What?

Well, it says
it should be open.

You have never played,
petit monsieur?

Never.

Play for me, bring me luck.

Choose the pads,
even or odd.

Faites vos jeux.
Faites vos jeux.

Mesdames et messieurs,
faites vos jeux.

You are very much
like your father.

How do you know about my father?

What happened
to your French accent?

Madame gagne.
The lady wins.

You may take one kiss, Georges.

Just a little one.

Come away.
My apologies, madam.

Did you play?

No.

Your word as a gentleman
you never will.

Yes, sir.

- Come along, Sedley.

I'll follow.

Goodbye, Dobbin.

I don't play to win.

I don't play at all.
No good at it.

I play to forget.

But it doesn't work.

I cannot forget old times.

Everyone else changes.
Everyone forgets.

No one has any heart.

Oh, Miss Rebecca.
Don't be sad.

Are you not also wallowing
in fond memories, Mr. Joseph?

Of a fairytale evening
in Vauxhall, perhaps?

I think perhaps a veil is better drawn
over that night, Mrs. Crawley.

It was one of the loveliest
moments of my life.

Oh, how the mistakes
of our youth do haunt us!

I imagine Pumpernickel
is dull and provincial

compared to life
in Boggley Wallah, Mr. Joseph.

Boggley Wallah!

I, madam, am now
Magistrate of Bundlegunge.

Bundlegunge!
How utterly marvelous.

Is this really
where you live?

You have brought
a little joy tonight

to a life become sad
and so lonely.

A little more bacon,
Georgy?

No, darling,
don't take it all!

- Morning.
- Good heavens, Jos.

I can smell your
cologne water from here.

I may see you at luncheon.

Miss two meals running?

Is he ill?

Nein, verboten!

I don't speak German.

No idea.
Sorry. Not a clue.

Won't stay long.
Won't steal anything.

Mr. Sedley!

Mrs. Crawley.

I dare say you are sorry to find me
in reduced circumstances.

Well...

But not, I hope,
sorry to find me at all.

No, indeed.

Dear heaven, to be reminded

that there was once such a thing
in the world as an honest man.

I say! That's me!

Oh, that?

Mr. Joseph, that is my most
treasured possession.

Mrs. Crawley, allow me.

She is a most injured
and virtuous female,

in sore need of a friend.

Promise me, Jos,
you will not think

of bringing
that little minx here.

What little minx?

Marooned in Pumpernickel

without a friend in the world,
Emmy.

An honest woman
always has friends.

The agonies Mrs. Crawley
has endured

are quite frightful to hear.

Rebecca! Here?

I can't see her.

Don't make me see her, William.

- There's your answer, Jos.
- She had a child.

The same age as Georgy.
An angel, apparently.

And he adored his mama,
as she adored him,

and they tore the babe
shrieking out of her arms.

- Oh, but that's...
- Awful.

Yes.

Oh, Emmy,
her tender heart is broken.

Amelia.

I mean what exactly
is she living on?

I am astonished
at your lack of charity.

She is my oldest friend.

Miss Sharp was not always
a good friend to you.

And she is a mother,
as I am.

I don't expect you to understand.

Eine Dame. Englanderin.

Get to the back
of the queue.

But God brought him
back to me.

Have faith, dear Becky.

I live only for the moment
when I too shall be reunited

with my darling son.

Show me his hair!

Is it blond or dark?

What?

You must have a lock
of his precious hair!

In a locket, or...

Good morning!
A lovely day.

We were thinking a walk
through the woods.

May I speak privately, Amelia?

No, you may not.

Speak, sir.
We are only two women

and can be easily intimidated.

It is not a pleasure for me
to perform this duty.

Pray, proceed quickly then.

A woman...

who is separated
from her husband,

who lives in a hovel

and frequents
public gaming tables,

is not a fit companion
for a lady.

How dare you!

Or for a ten-year-old child.

If the charge is unfaithfulness
to my husband, I scorn it,

and defy you or anybody else
to prove it.

If the charge is that I am poor,
forsaken, wretched,

then yes, I am guilty
of those faults

and punished for them
every day.

If I have any authority here...

Authority, you have none!

I choose my own friends!

Then do you choose her or me?

Rebecca, we are leaving.

Will you stay a moment
and speak to me?

Amelia, please.

Upon my honor,
it is not about you.

This is your authority, William?

I have no claim to authority,

but I do have a claim to be heard.

That woman betrayed you.
On the night

- before the battle...
- You insult my friend,

and now you insult the blessed
memory of my husband.

Your language
is crude and violent.

It disgusts me.

- You don't mean that.
- Yes, I do.

Your conduct is unworthy, sir.

All of these years I have
loved and watched you.

I wonder, did I always know

that the prize I set my life on

was not worth winning?

Your heart clings
so faithfully to a memory

because that is all
you are capable of.

Your soul is shallow.

You cannot feel a love
as deep as mine.

As... as real as mine.

The truth is
you are not worthy.

You never were worthy
of the lifetime

of foolish love
I have devoted to you.

Goodbye, Amelia.
Let it end.

We are both weary of it.

I'm sorry.

Uncle Dob!

Uncle Dob!

Don't go!

Don't leave me! No!

Uncle Dob!

Becky.

Becky.

Becky.

Becky.

So many eligible
gentlemen here!

Not all good husband material,
I grant you.

I have my brother.

Jos needs even more
looking after than you do.

- And there's my father.
- Hopeless.

And you can't hang on
to Georgy forever, either.

He'll have to go to school
and then what will you do?

You must have a husband!

Mrs. Crawley.

Dear lady, I scarcely
know what to say to you.

The Governor
of Coventry Island...

your poor husband...

has fallen victim
to yellow fever.

Even though your married life
was not, um...

Please accept my most
sincere condolences.

Oh, your poor little boy!

"And so, Mother,
upon the death

of both my father
and his brother,

and in consequence
of the unmarried situation

of my female cousins,

the estate now
devolves upon me,

Sir Rawdon Crawley Bart.

I write to apprise you of this
unexpected state of affairs

and to advise you
that, as duty demands,

I shall make you
a small allowance.

I do not wish you
to imagine this changes

anything between us.

I do not wish to see you.

I do not wish you to write to me.

On no account should you ever
attempt to make contact again.

I remain, madam,
your obedient servant."

Becky Sharp's son.

Lord of the manor.

Can you really call yourself
Lady Crawley now?

I don't see why not.
As mother of the baronet,

don't I count
as some kind of dowager?

I'm not sure
it works like that.

Oh, God! Look at this.

Oh, Father, please,
not another death.

Nobody's nerves can stand it.

The regiment embarks

with Colonel and Mrs. O'Dowd
for Calcutta

within the fortnight.

So Major Dobbin
returns to India.

No doubt, ladies,
we will all wish him luck there.

How did my sweet little daughter
grow so stubborn and so proud?

Amelia, do not say
"My husband is in heaven,"

or I won't be responsible
for my actions.

Amelia.
Women must have husbands.

And one of the best
gentlemen I ever saw

has offered you
a hundred times,

and you have rejected him,

you silly, heartless,
ungrateful little creature.

I tried to love him.
I did try.

Dear heaven, Amelia,

if I'd had the chance of a man
with a heart as big as his,

and the brains to match,

I'd overlook his big feet.

I was a hundred times
on the point of yielding.

But every time,
the memory...

The memory
of a selfish humbug,

who had neither wit,
nor manners, nor heart.

George was not
as you paint him.

The memory of a man
who was weary of you,

who would have jilted you
but that Dobbin forced him

- to keep his word.
- Why would anybody do that?

Heavens above, Amelia!
Because he loves you.

Because he wants your happiness
above his own.

You always think
you're so much wiser than me.

Because I am.

Because you need love in your life,

and I do not.

And because,
although you'll soon be 30,

you are still a child.

Whereas I...
I have been a woman

since I was eight years old.

How do you think I learnt
to be a survivor?

George told me himself
he never cared for you.

And the week
after he married you,

he was chasing after me.
You were there.

Amelia. You saw.

You know his handwriting.

He gave that to me,
wanted me to run away with him.

He gave it to me
under your nose, at the ball,

the day before the battle,
the day before he was shot,

which, by the way,
served him right.

I don't need to read it.

I know you're right.
I've always known.

I was just too proud
to ever admit

that I could be such a fool.

If I can persuade you
to marry the major, well,

in my whole life,
that is my one good deed done.

So, let's go home,
let's find pen and ink.

Let's write the major a letter

to bring him back
across the sea.

I'll help,
I'm good at letters.

- Too late.
- It's never too late!

I wrote to him this morning.

You shameless,
forward hussy!

You're worse than me!

Can you see anything?

Yes.

What?

No.

Too dark.

What if he doesn't come?

Then it shall be no more
than I deserve.

William.

Forgive me, dearest William,

dearest friend of my heart,
forgive me if ever you can.

There is nothing to forgive.

Georgy.

Brave soldier!

Good shot, Georgy.

Oh! Oh!

Such a clever boy!

- Briggs!
- Sorry, Rawdy.

I cannot help it.
So proud.

- Whee!

He waited a very long time

and won his heart's desire.

As did I.

My dear?

He never says a word to me

that is not kind or gentle,

nor thinks of a desire of mine
without trying to gratify it.

But our daughter is
the love of his life now.

None of us
is ever happy in this world.

Except of course the major.

Content at last.

And he deserves it,
doesn't he?

But what of us?

None of us ever gets
what we want.

And when we do,
it's not enough.

I have no other moral
than this to tag to my story.

What's this?

Nobody's supposed to be
enjoying themselves.

Nobody's supposed to come out well
from my Vanity Fair.

Becky, come back here!

- Oh, it's going too fast!
- Oh, what nonsense. It's fun!

- What if you fall off?
- I've got nine lives.

What if I fall off?!

We've got life insurance.

Oh...