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The story so far...

Two friends left school together.

Two girls became women, and wives, till
jealousy tore their friendship apart.

Read it. I mean every word.

As Miss Sharp escaped
her lowly start...

I've arrived.

...so Miss Sedley sank
to the depths of misery.

Till the day Becky
flew too high.

Tonight, Becky is lost and then she is
found but does she have a happy ending?

Well, this is Vanity Fair.

A world where everyone is striving
for what is not worth having.

Vicky.

Vicky.

Vicky!

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 have offered
to pay off the national debt.

- I said I don't want money.
- What, then?

What?

Rawdon.

It is 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 Paul Briggs.

I should never have
taken it off her.

Listen, Bute.

I think you'd agree that the old
place could do with a housekeeper.

Queen's Crawley? 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.

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 defenceless woman?

You lived five
years in this house.

And paid just a third
of the rent due to me.

Without that money,
I am bankrupt.

And I trusted you because
you are a Crawley.

Exactly. So 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 100 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'll 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 honour.

What else is there left?

It's the end of the line.

Ahoy.

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 is...

Dead?

...to be married! To the vicar.

Put that face away now.

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

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 Binney.
Good morning. Good to see you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Shall we walk together?
- Oh, pleasure.

Why all the rush?

Five months' travelling and barely
a lunch to restore our wits.

Let alone our poor
suffering stomachs!

Fine year for the rosehips,
Mrs Osborne.

Yes, I shall make syrup
for the harvest supper.

You know, I think it
may be coming on to rain.

But we have our butterfly hunt!

Mr Sedley,
do you know these 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.

You must be hungry.

Was I wrong to imagine I should be
congratulating you on your engagement?

Happily, I was saved
further embarrassment

by the arrival of that
very charming new teacher.

But... where is your lady wife?
You were to marry Miss O'Dowd.

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

The English summer!

It's purest heaven to me.

Run.

So you see, none of my investments
was unwise, not really.

- Look at this.
- Yes, there will be tea.

Georgie 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, 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's...

I thought someone else.

Amelia.

Amelia, please!

How could it not be me?

I must seem very ungrateful,
I do beg your pardon!

I have loved you since the very
first moment that I saw you.

Stop, I can't!

That 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 didn't care, so I left.
But 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 am sorry.
- George is my husband!

Here and in heaven.

And for ever.

I am sorry, too!

I'm no fool, Major Dobbin.

I can read an accounts 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.

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.

Welcome to my house, Mama.

Darling Georgie!

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 must most extravagantly admire
that musical gentleman's waistcoat.

That rug's rather pretty.

I can find you much better.

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.

The Pumpernickel
Assembly Rooms...

Uncle Dob, no!

- The Pumpernickel Museum.
- Bleurgh.

Will there be suits of
armour and thumbscrews?

I have my hopes so.

Oh, bliss. Whiskers galore!

Oh, dear.

I shall accompany your brother to
prevent further crimes against the mode.

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

What?

You have never played,
petit monsieur.

Never.

Play for me.

Bring me luck.

Choose a part, even or odds.

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.

But shush!

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 fairy-tale 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, the mistakes of
our youth do haunt us!

I imagine Pumpernickel
is darn provincial

compared to life in
Boggly Wallah, Mr Joseph.

Boggly Wallah! I, madam,
am magistrate of Bundlegunch.

Bundlegunch!

How utterly marvellous.

This is really where you live?

You have brought a
little joy tonight

to a life become sad and...
so lonely.

A little more bacon, Georgie?

No, don't take it all!

Morning.

Good heavens, Jos, I can smell
your Cologne water from here!

I may see you at luncheon.

Missed two meals running!

Is he ill?

Nein. Verboten.

No idea, sorry.

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

Just...

Mr Sedley.

Mrs Crawley.

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

Well...

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

No, indeed.

Dear heavens. To be reminded

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

I say, that's me!

Oh, that?

Mr Joseph, that is one of my
most treasured possessions.

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 mix?

Marooned in Pumpernickel without
a friend in the world, Amy.

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 Georgie.
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, Amy,
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.

Können Sie mir helfen, bitte?

Ich suche eine Dame.

Englander.

Get to the back of the queue.

God brought him back to me.

Have faith, dear Becky.

I live only for the moment when I too
should 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!

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, I 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 honour,
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 these years,
I have loved and watched you.

Now I wonder,
did I always know that

the prize I'd 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 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.

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 my father.

Hopeless! And you can't hang
on to Georgie forever, either.

He'll have to go to school,
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 appraise 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 the mother of the baronet, I
must count as some sort of dowager.

I'm not sure it works like that.

Die Post, bitte.

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 to you 100 times

and you have rejected him, you
silly, heartless little creature!

I tried to love him, I did try.

Dear heaven, Amelia, if I had had
the chance of a man with a heart

as big as his, and brains to
match, I'd overlook his big feet!

I was 100 times on
the point of yielding.

But every time, the memory...

The memory of a selfish humbug, with
neither wit nor manners nor heart.

George was not as he painted!

A man who was weary of you,
who would have jilted you,

but 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 chased 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.

Georgie.

Brave soldier!

Good shot, Georgie.

- Such a clever boy!
- Briggs!

Sorry, Rawdy.

I cannot help it.

I'm so proud.

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 is supposed to
be enjoying themselves!

Nobody is supposed to come
out well from my Vanity Fair!

Becky, get back here!

- It's going too fast!
- 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.