All language subtitles for The.Amorous.Adventures.Of.Moll.Flanders.1965.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Welcome, your Lordship.

Welcome, your Worship.

God save the Queen.

Mary Twigg.

Both parents died of the fever.

Do you know your catechism, child?

Yes, my Lord Bishop.

Good, good.

Ah ha.

And what do you want
to be when you grow up?

A dairymaid, sir.

Elizabeth Williams.

The, uh, mother drowned
herself, father unknown.

Who were the sons of Noah, child?

Shem, Ham, and Japheth.

Good girl.

- Good girl.
- Moll Flanders.

Found abandoned by the gypsies.

Recite for me, child, a
passage from the scriptures.

"I am my beloved's, and
his desire is toward me.

"Come, my beloved, let us
go forth into the fields..."

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

And, what do you
want to be when you grow up?

A gentlewoman, sir.

A gentle?

A gentlewoman, indeed.

And who's to say she won't be

with those eyes?

There, there.

And later on, bring me
those flowers I chose.

Right, sir.

I want thyme, fennel,
sage, and blackcurrant.

They do shoot up, sir, don't they?

Damn it, they do.

It seems but yesterday I
brought her to the house,

an orphan, an innocent child.

They don't stay that way long, sir.

No, they don't.

Back to the blackcurrants, Wilson!

The blackcurrants.

My years in this house
were exceedingly happy.

Although only a servant,

I was treated as one of the family,

and, like its other members,

I've been encouraged to follow my studies,

and keep myself spotlessly tidy, too.

In other words, my education
was in no way neglected.

Oh, sir, what a fright you gave me.

Oh, sir.

Oh, no, sir.

Oh, sir, what will your father say?

Your mother, sir.

Your...

Oh.

Oh, Moll, I think I shall die if you...

- If what, sir?
- You don't...

- Don't what, sir?
- If I don't...

Oh, don't what, sir?

As you can see, I was
treated as one of the family,

and I enjoyed all the advantages

of a wide education, music,

music.

? When the cock begins ?

? To crow ?
? When the cock ?

? Begins to crow ?
? When the cock ?

? Begins to crow ?

? Cock-a-doodle-doo ?
? Cock-a-doodle ?

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Moll, you take my sister's part.

She's vilely out of voice.

I'm not out of voice!

'Tis you out of tune!

Moll's voice out of tune
is sweeter than yours in.

Aye, and her breath, too.

Oh!

Ah,

? Cock-a-doodle-doo ?

? Cock-a-doodle-doo ?
? Cock-a-doodle-doo ?

Samuel!

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, Master Robin, you're coming in late,

and, Miss Laura, your time is too quick.

? Cock-a-doodle-doo ?
? Cock-a-doodle-doo ?

? When the amber ?

? Leaves blow ?
? When the amber leaves blow ?

? And the owl cries ?
? And the owl cries ?

In addition to music,

we had lessons in deportment, manners...

? Ohh oh! ?

Manners.

And I soon picked up the ways
of ladies and of gentlemen.

Shoo!

The, uh, the speckled hen
won't lay in the boxes.

I came to see where she has made her nest.

Oh, Moll.

Moll?

You know I'd marry you.

Marry me, sir?

Tell me a man who wouldn't.

If the way of the world wasn't
first to seek for a fortune...

'Tis not a fortune I lack, sir.

I've not two guineas to rub together.

Oh, Moll.

I'll, I'll give you more
gold than you've ever seen.

For what, sir?

I have my wages.

I'll marry you, Moll.

Truly, I will.

In a church.

- A church?
- Before the parson.

- Parson?
- In a lovely white dress.

- White dress?
- And prayers.

Oh.

Oh.

Ah,

And a ring, and a marriage bed, Moll.

Marriage bed?

What, what have you been
doing with M-M-Moll, eh?

For a boy brought up in the country,

you're strangely ignorant.

Why, you!

- Moll, come here.
- Aah!

What's got into those pigs?

Your sons, Sir.

Fighting over
some wench, I'll wager.

Do I know her?

- Hmm?
- Oh!

In the barn, eh?

I was looking for eggs, sir.

Find any?

No, sir.

Shall you and I go
and have another look?

Samuel!

Samuel, what are you after?

A bird, my dear!

After a bird.

Aah!

Silly old cow.

Oh, my poor dear.

Here.

You see, Moll, I haven't forgotten.

Oh, sir.

I spent whole hours looking
at the gold he had given me.

I counted these coins
a hundred times a day.

Ruin was at my door.

But I think I now rather
wished for that ruin,

than studied how to avoid it.

Goodbye, brother.

Goodbye, dear.

Sir?

How long will you be gone?

A week.

Or a month, if the pleasures
of town are diverting.

- Oh.
- Ohh.

There now, Moll.

- What do you see?
- Something in the water.

A corpse?

I've known good pickings off drowned men.

A lass, by her long hair.

Unless it's some fool
gentleman bathing in his wig.

Is that a sheep or a pile of clothes?

Let's hope it's a man

and he's brought his watch and purse.

Come on.

Help yourself, Squint.

No, not a farthing.

There's a bit of lace here, though.

I see you!

Villains!

Ohh, I see you!

Wretches!

Help!

- She's got spunk, Squint!
- Help!

She's coming to her respice!

- Just you wait!
- Hurry, girl, hurry!

- I have...
- Come on, come on!

Ooh, you!

Help!

Help!

Villains!

Miss Flanders.

I wanted for a long time
to get you on your own.

I'd like very much to...

Ooh!

Like very much to talk
to you, if I may, please.

Miss Flanders, I've,

I've never called you Moll

as the others have done,

because, in brief, I've,
well, I've never treated you

as a servant in this household,

because, in short, you've,

you've always seemed to me
to be more of a, an equal,

and, in many cases, a,

a sup, a superior.

I, I, I have moved, as you know,

I have moved, as you know,
in our own local society,

in our local society, and I've never found

a young woman to compare
with you for your,

for your looks, your
good humour, or your wit.

In brief, Miss Flanders,

I'd like very much marry you.

Marry?

Me?

Marry Moll?

- No!
- Ohh!

Oh!

And what, pray, is wrong with Moll?

She's as genteel as any
of our acquaintances!

Genteel?

She was dragged up by gypsies.

And what's more, she's a bastard!

Yes, and she's a jumped-up servant girl!

Bred in a poorhouse!

At least someone's asked for her,

which is more than anyone's done for you!

- Ohh!
- Ohh!

Quiet down, quiet!

- You, too!
- Aah!

Quiet, all of you!

Have some respect!

Have some respect for your own

- flesh and blood!
- I do, sir!

By finding a wife who'll
put some good looks

into this family!

Moll?

I must talk with you.

Please tell me, tell me
what to do, what to say.

Say to who?

Him.

He, he's asked me to marry him.

Who, who?

He, your brother.

And, he's told the whole family.

Oh, they'll murder me for sure.

He's a good enough
fellow and well-provided.

Or do you look higher?

How can I be a wife to one brother

and a, a mistress to the other?

Mmm, if you are anxious
on that score, Moll,

I have no claims on you.

Nothing would make me happier

than to regard you as a sister.

So you,

you found a new whore in town.

Is that the truth, have it?

Let's face it, my dear,
if you don't marry him,

they'll kick you out of the house.

And what will your prospects be then,

a girl who's lost her reputation?

Who took it from me?

And, you may be with
child, for all we know.

Yes your best
course is to marry my brother,

just as soon as you can
get him to the church.

Mmm.

His words had put ideas into my head,

and I fancied myself with child.

A fear that luckily proved false.

But by then, taking the advice of the man

whom I still loved, I had said...

I will.

Who giveth this
woman to be married to this man?

Modesty forbids me to reveal the

secrets of the marriage bed.

Never, ladies, never marry a fool.

Any husband rather than a fool.

Ohh!

Oh, you!

Whether a mad
fool or a sober fool,

take anything but a fool.

Yaa-haal!

Hyah!

And this one
came to a fool's end.

I thank you, Vicar.

My dear.

Don't cry, Mother.

Please.

The family, of course,

made sure I got nothing by his will.

And so, next morning early,

I left the house to make
my way in the world.

And now I was faced by the
worst of devils, poverty.

A girl can be kept by a man
or she can keep herself,

but make no mistake,
even when independent,

she is still looking for a keeper.

And, I confess, I was
not suitably affected

by the loss of my husband.

Though a widow, I felt I should
soon be a widow consoled.

Good day, ma'am.

Is there anything I can do to help you?

I, uh,

I've come about the position.

Oh, well, Miss Glowber's
in the fitting room.

Oh, Bella!

You don't need to be a seamstress, child.

With those legs, you can
climb higher than needlework.

I have no experience, sir,

of anything but household duties.

Ah.

My wife is looking for a lady's maid.

Lady's maid, indeed.

Ha!

Lady Blystone should wait for maids

until she can pay her bills.

This one, sir, has been due two months!

My wife will send you the money
as soon as we get to London.

I think, sir, she is not your wife.

I know her for the Duke
of Ilchester daughter,

from a strong family
resemblance in not paying debts.

Oh, please.

Some people come to
the country for credit

when they can no longer obtain it in town.

Send it to my bankers.

If you have bankers,

perhaps you would be good enough
to sign it and address it.

I understand, Lady Blystone,
you're in need of a maid.

In need, my dear, I certainly am,

but I'm also in need of
the funds to pay one.

I would come to you for
nothing, just for my keep.

You're a widow, my dear?

Yes.

Oh, you have my sympathy.

Thank you, but it's out of place.

My husband was a fool.

I cannot claim it was any great loss.

You see, it's not wages
I want, but opportunity.

And what opportunity
do you expect in London?

The chance of another husband.

And how do you think our city men

are different from your rustic variety?

Oh, I do not think they are different,

but there's a wider choice, m'lady.

Oh, of the cloth and colour
of their clothes perhaps,

but not what's inside.

I mean, could you tell the
difference between a country clod

and a courtier in the dark?

But I'd sooner marry the
courtier, wouldn't you?

Ah, marriage, yes, there I agree.

The cloth counts more
than what it contains.

You know, you please me, child.

Would you like to go on before me

and take my baggage to London?

Oh, m'lady.

Darling, I have good news.

We have a new maid.

Oh, Bella.

I said maid.

But, darling.

R-O-T-H.

H?

H.

Rothchild.

I was resolved now
to be married or nothing

and to be well-married or not at all.

I now had the first essential for a woman

who seeks a husband, a good wardrobe.

It wasn't mine, of course,
but I'd borrowed skilfully.

Already, it seemed to be having an effect.

Warmer than yesterday.

I beg your pardon, sir?

I say, it's warmer than yesterday.

Indeed, sir.

In my estimation, 'tis somewhat cooler.

Well, I'll not dispute
the temperature, ma'am,

if you'll permit me to open the window.

Mmm.

I do hope we'll dispute nothing, sir.

We've a long way to go.

London?

Mmm.

Have you been there before?

No, never.

I hope you have good
friends there, ma'am.

'Tis a city full of snares
and pitfalls for the unwary.

I think, sir, I shall soon make friends.

Attend to their quality, ma'am.

I respect your advice, sir.

Hmm.

Are you going to London, sir?

Yes.

I've been on business to Plymouth,

a city, I regret to say,
overpopulated with nonconformists.

May I ask, sir, the
nature of your business?

I'm a banker, ma'am.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Devilish amusing, some of these bishops.

Ah, I see I had no need to fear

that you would go unprotected in London.

You wear a ring, ma'am.

No doubt you have a husband to escort you.

Unfortunately, sir, I'm a widow.

'Tis a droll chance
that brings us together.

Happily, ma'am, uh,
unhappily, uh, I am a widower.

Oh.

Give me the pot of jam, will you?

Aah!

Whoa!

Whoa!

- Guard?
- Sir?

What's toward?

There's a, there's a
dead man on the road, sir.

Well, keep your eyes about you.
That's an old trick, that one.

Stand fast!

I'll drop the first man that moves.

A hold-up!

My watch!

Oh, thank heaven!

I've naught else but a handful of guineas.

And you?

I still have my head, sir.

If you'll calm yourself,

hand me that cushion and
then listen a moment.

No brandy, no
consignments of cloth,

no lace, no bullion?

Not a thing, sir, but
the passengers' baggage.

I swear it, sir.

- I swear it!
- Let me see the passengers.

- Yes, sir.
- Squint, search the coach.

Yes, sir.

May you burn in hell, sir,
for your damned impudence.

And may you
die a slow death, sir,

of the tedium in heaven.

Meanwhile, your purse.

A ring, sir, perhaps?

You would not lie to me, sir, I hope?

All right, sir.

Would you
mind alighting, m'lady?

I want to search the coach.

Though you are a scoundrel, sir,

I see that you are a man of manners.

Now, this young lady, who's
travelling under my protection,

is, if you'll forgive me for
saying so ma'am, with child.

Nine months, two weeks, four days.

And no midwife 'twixt here and Salisbury.

I envy your
husband, his child, ma'am.

I envy him still more than
means by which he got it.

Alas, sir, I'm a widow.

Then you've lost enough.

I'll take no more.

Guard, you can move the cart.

Ma'am.

Courtesy, you ape!
Assist the lady.

And you, sir.

I'll starve myself but not my horses,

so I'll have your wig.

As I thought, sir.

A cravat pin.

Drive on, coachman.

By the look of things,
you'd better make good time to Salisbury.

Right.

Go on.

Get up, boy, hey.

Come on, Toby.

That's the boy.

Good lad.

Well, what are we waiting for?

All right.

What have you got there?

Found it under the seat.

'Tis hers.
I said we'd spare her.

You spare too many.

That'll teach you to disobey orders.

"Lady Blystone."

Titled, too.

A widow, child on the way.

Why should a man risk hanging, Squint,

when there are women like that
in need of comfort and care,

and a man to show them
how to spend their money?

London!

Playhouses, palaces!

Gay promenades, milliners!

Dressmakers!
Hatters, jewellers!

Hosiers, haberdashers!

Hairdressers!

And husbands.

Get away, you goats!

Go on off!

Be off over there!

Go on off it!

Whoa there!

Ah, here we are.

A very agreeable journey, ma'am.

You'll be wanting a porter, miss?

How much?

Ma'am, are you sure
you would not feel safer

if I accompanied you?

Thank you, sir, but I have my porters.

I shall take a chair.

By your servant, ma'am.

- Chair!
- Here, madam.

Hey, you.

Here, follow that chair.

Move over.

Sir!

- Is her ladyship at home?
- How did you know I...

By Saint Bartholomew, you!

I came to inquire after my
old friend, Lady Blystone.

I'm staying with Lady Blystone.

Oh, I see.

She will not be back until tomorrow.

Indeed.

The house, I fear, is in some disorder.

Lady Blystone's servants
seem to have gone.

Her servants make a habit
of going, and for good reason.

But, you are not, then,
staying in this house alone?

Uh, for tonight, yes.

Hmm.

One can see that you are new to London.

Why?

Are you not aware of
the dangers you run,

a woman alone in a house
in this part of town?

- Dangers?
- Have you not heard of the Mohocks,

gangs of young men who
terrorise the streets?

Why, you saw them today
at the coaching station.

They stop at nothing,
robbery, arson, rape.

Why, only last week, in
this very same street,

a girl opened her door to let in her cat,

and you know what they did?

Yeah, they slit off her nose with a razor!

Hmm.

What, what should I do, sir?

Allow me to be of service.

I have no engagements this evening.

Permit me to stay in the house

and keep you company, protect you.

Well, I hardly think,
sir, that would be seemly.

What do you take me for?

I am an alderman of the City
of London, a parish counsellor,

a member of the Society for
the Reformation of Morals.

Now, do you think I cannot be trusted

to spend the night in the same house

with a woman without offering offence?

Thy not so, ma'am.

I take this ill that you should
so misjudge my character.

Oh, nay, sir.

I did not mean to offend you,

but I've scarce seen the house.

I know not what accommodation there is.

Then let us reconnoitre.

Shall we?

A bed, but no linen.

A smell of mice, but no bed.

Ah!

Dear, oh dear, oh dear.

A bed,

and linen!

Enough for a warm night.

We've not looked at the attics yet.

They leak.

Lady Blystone told me so.

You are not proposing, sir, that...

You've known me long enough
now to know my character.

Do you suppose I can't sleep

in the same room with a woman,
nay, even in the same bed,

without acting like a beast in the field?

I think we're both people
of principle, ma'am,

and far removed from lewdness.

However, if you still have scruples, here.

The ramparts of chastity.

Now then, a pillow.

What's this?

Gin, a vulgar beverage, but efficacious.

You know, on gin and water,

a working man can get
dead drunk for tuppence.

They should impose a tax, ma'am,

to keep such pernicious liquors

from all but the, uh, the
more responsible classes.

Where in the devil are you?

Exquisite, ma'am.

Oh, lord.

I must get out of here.

Psst!

The coast is clear.

Duns, bailiffs, debt collectors,

they always smoke pipes.

Oh, why don't you
pay some of your debts?

Then we could walk down the street

without fearing a bailiff on every corner.

They're here!

The bums!

Why, William!

A nocturnal visit?

Ah,

I came to pay you a call, my
dear, to see if you were back.

At dawn?

Oh, you never were an
early riser, William,

so far as I remember, except,
of course, for one purpose.

But I'd heard you changed your ways

and become a church warden at St. Brides.

The spirit was willing,
but the flesh was weak.

Well, the spirit smells
uncommonly like gin, to me.

Oh, the flesh grows weaker with the years

and less able to sustain the exertions.

You are so
right, my dearest one.

Poor dear.

Your servant, ma'am.

Your servant.

To lie with a banker on
her first night in town

is a good beginning.

It shows promise.

Why, Miggy, you're very peevish.

Ha.

Pay some of my debts.

If you wanted a rich man,
you should have married him.

Oh, 'twas not for want of his asking.

But, I know him too well.

He's a saint in the daylight
and a devil in the dark.

Ah.

Oh.

- You slept well?
- Miggy?

- M'lady.
- Well, I trust we're not

inconveniencing you.

Oh no, I, I slept late.

"Twas fortunate you came.

Well, should you wish to entertain

the Lord Mayor or the Prime Minister,

or anyone else of your acquaintance,

pray don't hesitate to
make use of the house.

I will, uh, prepare breakfast.

There, dear.

M'lady.

Chair, chair!

He pay for the night's pleasure

with the fever.

Chair!

Miggy.

Miggy.

Yes, my love?

The thought of other people's pleasure

always has the most droll effect on me.

I must see to the baggage.

Make sure which baggage.

"Sir, what happened
last night was mostly my fault.

"It is I, not you, who should make amends.

"I hesitate to entrust
your ring to a servant.

"When can we meet again
so I may return it?�

Hmm.

Sir?

What...

We put down straw, ma'am,
to quiet the noise of the wheels.

There's a man in there dying.

Madam.

Make haste with those leeches.

He's as blue as a butcher's apron.

My hat?

What shall I do with my hat?

- Here.
- Oh, thank you.

Are you the nurse?

Who needs a nurse?

My master, he was out
all night in the rain.

Fell down of a fit on the doorstep.

He's promised 1,000 pounds to the church

if their prayers pull him through.

He recovers!

- He recovers!
- Praise the Lord!

He's spoken again.

- Hallelujah!
- And ordered toast and tea!

Toast and tea!

- Praise be had.
- Toast and tea!

That's a change from wine and wenches.

He's repented, all right.

Would you give him this?

But the cause, doctor, the cause?

A morbid flux of viscous fluid

congested the passages
to the vital organs.

I was near death?

Closer than I am to you, sir.

And this new congestion of fluids...

- Shh!
- Here we are.

In here, sir.

Ah!

These leeches, sir, will
diminish the plethoric humours,

and by removing the unhealthy

effusion, repletion, and excess,

restore you to normal,
if diminished, health.

I shall recover?

Only by adopting a way of life,

less rousing to the sanguinary choleric

and melancholy humours.

Give it back to her
and admit no more women.

By the back door or by the front.

By night or by day, no more women.

Sir.

? Buy a very fine brush ?

? Will ye buy a very fine brush ?

Grunt!

Grunt!

Where's breakfast?

I ain't got two pair of hands.

Stir yourself, brother.

He's had a long ride and a busy night.

- In here.
- Huh?

- There.
- Ah.

Breakfast.

Breakfast!

- Huh?
- Oh.

Eat your breakfast and stop
dreaming of your fine lady.

A widow.

If all went well, she's a mother by now.

Hmm.

And poor, fatherless child.

What's this?

A conversion?

The fatherless children you've fathered

would fill an orphanage.

Eh, Dutchy, I've been thinking.

Highway robbery's not what it was.

'Tis time I found a settled way of life.

Lady Blystone.

Ha, now, if I hooked her.

You?

Live off a woman?

Mmm.

Why not?

Quite respectable, done
in the best society,

as long as you marry them first.

Marry?

It'd make no difference to you and me,

just a kind of insurance
against bad times.

I could retire.

Make an honest man of myself.

To wed a lady of title,

you would have to have
some station in life.

Mmm, I thought of being
an officer of dragoons.

Her friends would spot you
for a fraud in five minutes.

Mmm!

Nay, but a ship's officer, that
could suit us a profession.

We'd have to go off and have voyages.

Mmhmm, months at a time.

And we'd be as snug as a bug in a rug,

as we've always been.

Not an officer.

A ship's captain.

Ah, with rich estates.

Abroad, where she can't
inspect them.

I'll need a new outfit,
some finery about me.

Squint!

Hallo.

Fetch us that suit of
clothes Twisty stripped

off the admiral on the Portsmouth Road.

- Yes.
- And you, Jemmy,

you'll need a good powdered wig

- and a coach.
- Mmm.

And, he'll need some livery.

We'll all need some money.

Where's it coming from?

- I'll advance it.
- Ah!

For a fifths share of
her income for seven years.

A tenth share for three years.

- Six.
- Four.

Five.

- Done.
- Muah!

All around, it'd be a
good stroke of business.

Mixing in society, you'd get information

I could pass to our
light-fingered friends.

Mmm, a respectable married man I'll be,

who keeps a mistress
and buys her trinkets.

Think of the pickings, Dutchy.

And with me, a gentleman of leisure,

think of the time for loving.

Out.

Hurry up.

Going, going.

- Is this real?
- Uh-huh.

And the last.

It will have to go.

Oh, my last diamond.

We could try your father again.

Oh, he's as poor as we are.

Oh, he's a Duke.

He can get credit.

Well, you're a Count, and
how much credit can you get?

Eh, he's a real Duke.

You mean you...

Oh, my title,

there are family disputes.

Unfortunately, my father, the Count,

did not marry my mother.

Well then, how could she
have been the Countess?

Ah, she wasn't.

She was the cook.

The cook.

Oh, as long as she was a good one.

Come, my love.

There are four money lenders
we have not yet tried.

Oh.

These may be false, but a
true heart beats beneath them.

Oh, Miggy.

Way up.

Whoa.

Two houses further on.

Right, go on.

Go on.

Whoa.

Fine servants she keeps.

You'd take 'em for quality.

Now, don't be too long.

These fallals cost us
10 shillings an hour.

And, suit your style to your clothes,

otherwise she'll see through them.

Anybody home?

Psst, I'll turn the coach around.

Anybody in?

Ahoy there!

Aah!

You'll oblige me by
informing m'lady Blystone

that Captain Meredith,

ashore from his ship the
Sea Horse Land of Wapping,

desires a word with her.

And you'll oblige me by
keeping your hooks to yourself.

Where did you get that?

It was stolen.

I am here to return it.

And how did you get hold of it?

From two scoundrels who
waylaid me last night.

I reformed them with my fists,

and they chose to join
the crew of the Sea Lion

rather than hang.

Another of your ships?

The Sea Lion, a sister ship
of the Sea Horse, I take it?

Oh, aye, aye.

Sister ships they are, and
no prettier sisters afloat.

And the hat?

Part of the booty the
scoundrels brought on board.

Hmm.

And now, conduct me to Lady Blystone.

I'll take it.
She's not...

I wish to see her in person.

I'm not accustomed to being
kept waiting in kitchens.

You've waited in
kitchens before now, aye,

and tumbled the kitchen maids, too.

I doubt Lady Blystone will
receive a man of your manners.

Don't misjudge me, young woman.

A life at sea leaves a
man with rough edges.

Why, on my estates, I've
received greater ladies than her.

Countesses, Duchesses.

Your estates?

Aye.

In Virginia and the Indies.

And you have two ships as well?

Mm-hmm.

The Sea Horse lying at Wapping

and the Sea, uh, Serpent on
passage back from Jamaica.

My.

That makes three.

The Sea Lion, the Sea Horse,
and now the Sea Serpent.

- That's...
- A fleet.

God bless you.

I'm sure, Captain, I
meant no offence to you.

I'm sure you gave none, girl.

For it is plain you were
made only to give pleasure.

I thank you, Captain.

Mmm.

I'll wager you got
something worth looking at

under that dress.

I'd wager you'd say so even if I hadn't.

I'd wager you'd think
you had even if you hadn't.

Hmm.

I think, Captain,

I can persuade Lady
Blystone to receive you.

Ah, Miggy.

Flawed, I fear, ma'am, and
not of the highest quality.

Flawed?

It came from the Crown
of the Empress of Russia.

And you bought it from the
Empress herself, no doubt.

How much?

50 guineas.

50!

75?

I can live on two meals a day,
I can live on one meal a day,

but I cannot live one day
more on no meals a day.

Oh, Miggy.

60?

You wish to see me, Captain?

Aye, and instantly regret I have,

for now me eyes are
spoiled for all others.

The girl told me you
had returned my hat,

not to make my head too large for it.

Forgive me.

I cannot help wondering.

Yes?

Was it a boy or a girl?

The man who robbed your
coach told me he spared you

because you were,

the biblical phrase comes
easiest to me tongue,

great with child.

Great indeed, sir.

But 'twas neither boy nor girl.

Hmm?

"Twas a cushion, sir.

The dolt was easily deceived.

He was so puffed up with his
pistols and his rogue's vanity

he never thought my padded belly

held naught but a gold watch.

I understand, sir, you
have estates abroad.

Oh, yeah.

A few counties in Ireland.

Ireland?

And Virginia and a parcel
of land in the Indies.

And you intend to settle there

when you retire from the sea,

with your wife and family?

Alas, ma'am, I have
neither wife nor family,

though I have a mind to both,

and find life at sea increasing wearisome.

I would, um, offer
you, um, refreshments,

but the servants are out.

Don't concern yourself, ma'am.

Hang it, ma'am, a life at sea
makes a man direct of speech.

I understand you're a widow.

Mmm.

Widowhood, like the sea, grows tedious.

Mmm.

Here we are, both adrift

and sending out signals for a tow.

Why don't we lie alongside?

A nautical figure of speech, ma'am.

I'm suggesting we lash together

and drop anchor tonight in
someplace of entertainment

where I may offer you refreshment.

Forgive me boldness, ma'am.

I'm used to charting a
course and seeing it steered.

And where will you steer me, Captain?

In faith, ma'am, I'd
steer you through hell

for the heaven you
promise with those eyes.

And now, you must go.

Go?

Go.

- Ma'am, I fear...
- Forgive me.

I say, I mean we...

Though 'tis but hours until
we meet to, to part with

- you is heartbreak.
- Now, you must go.

I go with feelings beyond bearing.

Aye, but go!

Go!

Ma'am, this heart of
mine is full of sentiments

that are full of sentiment.

Squint!

Wake up, you lazy landlubber.

He seems grandly dressed for a bailiff.

A lawyer perhaps.

Come to foreclose the mortgage.

Oh!

Go.

Oh.

Oops!

That gentleman called?

I, uh, sent him away.

Oh, yes, you sent him away.

- Good girl.
- Miggy!

Mmm, try it here.

Um.

'Tis gone.

I'll see it warming.

Um, I forgot, uh, my, uh, coachman.

Squint.

Hallo.

I'm two guineas short.

If I told you once, I
told you a hundred times,

you're spending money like water.

There.

That's no good.

You'll have to slit a purse
and bring me the money at the table,

and make it quick, and a good, fat one.

Quick, he says.

Quick.

I'll thank you for my seat, sir.

And, I'll thank you for this, sir.

Go fumble your jades and trollops, sir,
but know a lady when you see one.

Stray cattle must be
claimed, sir.

Found abandoned, one prize heifer.

A heifer whore, she's not in calf yet.

He's not man enough.

Chair to Corn Hill, please.

Chair.

Oh!

If you want a woman, go find a whore!

Not me!

I'll kill the pup!

Take that!

What have they done to you?

God bless you, me boy,
and keep you from harm.

And thanks for the loan of this!

Too late.

The bill's paid.

What's the weather like outside?

A lovely night, moon and stars.

'Tis time we enjoyed them.

Now, perhaps you'll believe me

when I say I'm a bad man to cross.

- Let's get him!
- Yes, don't let him get away!

Whoa, whoa.

There.

Tomorrow.

- When?
- As soon as you wake.

Oh nay, I have
appointments 'til evening.

Will you kill me with waiting?

It is I who
should die of impatience.

If we both
survive, I'll call for you.

Where shall we go?

Somewhere quieter than tonight.

Your ship.

We could dine in your cabin alone.

Aye, but...

Which ship lies at Wapping?

The Sea Lion, the Sea
Horse, or the Sea Serpent?

'Tis the Serpent.

- So far as I remember.
- Oh please.

Please, I've never seen how
a captain lives on a ship,

nor even been on a ship, nor
left the land except to swim.

- I doubt the crew...
- Until tomorrow.

Aye.

And then on board.

Am I wrong, or have I
seen that dress before?

Lady Blystone allows
me to wear her dresses

on my nights off.

Amusing.

I masquerade as a servant, you as a Lady.

Amusing.

So long as I'm not indiscreet

and tell your handsome
gentleman what you are.

I suppose, sir, your
silence has a price.

Of course.

Your part is easier to play,

for you have, by nature,
a footman's lewdness.

Ah,

A ship!

Lad, you must be joking!

I said I had ships, and
now, she wants to see one.

She has a fancy to dine on board.

10 shillings.

15.

'Tis an expensive courtship.

12.

Sold.

I've got her right on the hook.

And we've spent 10 guineas
on the coach already,

and more on food and wine.

If she's worth 10,000 a year, for life.

A captain's cabin has a
captain's bedroom adjoining,

and I've never
known my Jemmy to fail

when he's got the right furnishings.

Mm-hmm.

Grunt!

Hello?

Hire us a ship.

A ship?

One ship.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa, there.

Goodness!

Five?

Five?

Why, why, 'tis an armada you own.

Oh, yes.

Whoa.

27 hours, that's another guinea.

Money, money, money.

That's all I ever hear.

Money.

Get up!

Here are your things, brother.

What a handsome ship.

Aye, she's a ketch-looped, gaff-rigged,

square-bottomed, three-master.

What is your cargo?

Gold from the Indies,
spices from the east.

Can't you smell the odours of the Orient?

Cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, vanilla.

Mmm?

Yes, just here, I think there's mostly
the odour of the ship's cat.

How I'd love to sail the salt seas

and see strange people's lands.

How exciting it must be.

I'm learning that life
ashore has excitements, too.

You wouldn't grow weary

of the daily round and your own fireside?

Not if there were
someone to share it with.

Six bells, Captain.

18 minutes past nine and
victuals on the table.

All fast and tide on the turn.

Thank yee, Boatswain.

And, before the crew are fed,

make sure all top gallants
are battened down,

all capstans, uh, spliced.

Shall we go below, ma'am?

All crew on deck!

Out of your hammocks, you
scurvy lot of carrion!

Muster aloft to your victuals!

Show a leg, show a leg!

To your left.

Ah, muster!

Get over on the starboard side!

Muster aloft there, skivvies!

Get over the starboard side there!

Aye, aye.

Pudding.

Ha ha!

Hot pudding.

Ah, thank you, Captain.

Me eyesight ain't what it was

since I lost an eye in the
sea fight, you will remember,

when the captain himself
were near shot in half

with a broadside of chain shot.

And, he pulled me and four of me shipmates

from the mouth of the Dutch cannon

despite his boots were
full of boiling oil,

and the sharks were
snapping up arms and legs

like tidbits from Davy Jones' locker.

Thank you, cook.

We are served now.

? I knew a girl who
liked sailors for sport ?

Squint, cook!

- ? And a sailor's life ?
- Cook!

Pardon, cap'n.

Me legs ain't what they were neither

and that's the truth.

Loyal fellow, that.

I see, Captain, you're
much admired by your crew.

Aye, a good lot of lads.

Rough, but sound in heart,

if not in wind and limb.

Is that your cabin?

Aye.

May I look?

Please do.

That's me bachelor bunk,

where I've spent many an hour

dreaming of things not possible.

Not possible?

I thought them not possible, 'til now.

Well, 'tis elegant for a man.

A man on his own needs
some softness about him.

What,

what strange sights you,

you must have seen looking
through this window.

I've seen strange sights enough.

One grows sick of them.

All one wants is the
same sight, every day.

Waking.

Going to sleep.

Every day.

Every night.

Ow!

Ensign lowered, Captain,
and all fast astern.

Uh, thank you, Boatswain.

Crew fed, tide making four
knots, and all fast forward.

Thank you, Boatswain.

I wish to God you'd go forward, and fast.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Boatswain going off duty, Captain.

Then for God's sake, go, man!

My compliments, sir!

And my compliments to you!

God save the King.

God save the King, and
to hell with the rest!

Oh.

What were we saying?

Uh, I forget the words.

It was what your eyes said.

There was no mistaking the meaning there.

And what did my eyes say?

Translate for me, my dear.

Listen, we have no need of a translator.

We speak the same tongue in all things

and have the same...

Nine bells, and the wind's
blowing from the north!

Ow!

Ooh, ow, ooh!

Ooh, ow, ooh, ow!

Pouring with rain.

Stinking rain.

I can't see a blood, oh!

Oh!

Begging your pardon, Captain.

- What do you want?
- I was surveying

the bilge for barnacles...

You bungling cesspit

of incompetence!

Go and put yourself in irons!

Keel, keel haul yourself!

Begging your pardon,
Captain, and the lady's...

Go and throw yourself in a river!

I just have done!

Well, do it again!

But, it's raining!

Oh, ugh!

Whoa.

Oh, dear!

- Oh, dear.
- Oh!

Oh dear, I think we're sinking.

No.

It's, uh, it's just come adrift, I think.

We are sinking!

All hands on deck at the double!

Can't you do anything but
blow that blasted whistle?

No!

Let's run.

Make fast and show these
freshwater mud pickers

the kind of seamanship
that we expect on the, uh,

the, uh...

Sea Anemone.

Thank you.

Chair, chair!

No, no, I'm not sure I have the fare.

My purse, on the ship.

I have it.

Shame on me not to
take you home in style.

- Mmm.
- Love.

9:00 in the evening.

No.

Nay, I'll go on no longer.

It sickens me, this deceit.

She's not a fowl for the plucking.

She's a...

Make this one match, and
you'll never have to steal again.

Where are you taking her tonight?

I was going to the Gardens at Ranelagh.

Well, don't spare the wine.

Oysters are in season.

Warm her well with dancing,
and then put the question.

Expenses!

Nay, lad, I can read you
like the face of a clock.

You think the question is best put

when the pair of you is
now between the sheets,

and you draw away from that
out of faithfulness to me.

Do I guess aright?

Oh, and I love you for it!

But, I'm not a pebble-brained miss.

I'm a woman of the world,

and to show I bear no grudge,

I'll prepare my own room for you.

And there, the pair of
you can enjoy yourselves

as well as man and woman can

who come together for convenience.

Well, Jemmy, would you
rather go back to the road

and sleep under haystacks?

Winter is coming.

A rich widow will keep out the drafts.

Come on, Squint.

Right.

Back to work.

I think they're expecting
us to join the dance, m'lady.

What is it?

I was afraid.

- Of a kiss?
- Of a secret.

- Oh!
- Yours?

I have a secret, too.

You have?

If I tell mine, will you tell yours?

Tell me yours first.

Well, I'm not
what you take me for.

What do you mean?

I'm not Lady Blystone.

Who are you, then?

I am Lady Blystone's companion.

What's in a title?

I'm just as ready to
take you as plain miss.

Mrs.

I've been married.

I'm a widow.

That part was true.

So long as a man and a woman

can live comfortably together,

what do names matter?

Yes, but comfortably is
a word of two meanings.

I mean, by first, that
they should not quarrel,

and secondly, that they
should have enough to live on.

I take it we'll have that, won't we?

With your wealth, of course we will.

Oh, but I, I hope you don't
take me for a person of fortune.

You're joking or testing my intentions.

I wish I were.

But you live in a house
with people in society.

You, you dress like,

well, I've seen you,

I've seen a footman open the
door to you and bow as if...

I've naught but 15
guineas left in the world.

Odd spoons, you jade!

You've gulled me!

Move out of my way!

No!

- Anything I can do?
- No!

- Oh.
- Please, let me through.

Captain!

Captain!

Captain, please!

Captain, I know that I'm to blame,

but twas done in the way of a joke.

I never told you in words
I was other than I am.

You let me believe that...

That was your own fancy.

Did you say a word,
one word to disabuse me?

You tricked me!

No, you tricked yourself.

Ruined, ruined!

I've laid out every penny I own,

and I've borrowed, so
I'll be in debt for years.

You.

Ruined?

Hiring a carriage?

Dressing like a Lord?

Livery, wine, stables, oats,

hiring a whole ship!

The carriage wasn't yours?

No.

Nor the ship?

No.

Are you not a sea captain?

No!

But, your estates in Virginia?

Never owned an acre.

In the Indies?

Not a yard.

In Ireland?

Not an inch,

save the six feet of my mother's grave.

And you say that I've tricked you!

Well, you rooked me the first.

I did not, any kind.

You introduced yourself as a Captain!

Not 'til you dropped me
a curtsy as Lady Blystone.

Liar!

Sham!

Swindler!

Impostor!

Fortune hunter!

Succubus!

- You vampire!
- Bloodsucker!

Cockatrice!

10,000 plagues on all women!

Oh hoo hoo, ow!

Turn it off, Jemmy, turn it off!

We shall see each other no more,

so let us part as friends.

Ow!

Ooh hoo hoo!

It's all your fault.

Stealing her hat box against my orders.

Drawing conclusions from a lady's name.

Lady Blystone!

What is your name anyway?

Moll Flanders, Captain Meredith.

Is Meredith your name?

No, it's Jemmy.

Jemmy.

The other's best forgot.

I've brought no honour to it.

Will you still be
wanting the room, Captain?

Don't call me Captain!

What room?

I hired a room.

What room is this?

I hired a room where we
could be alone together.

Now, there's no purpose in it.

Well, he's...

Why?

It's love, Dutchy.

Love.

Lo...

I was raised what
they called a gentleman.

I learned to live high,
without the means to do it.

Mmm, and got into debt.

Found no way to clear yourself.

I found a way.

"Twas not to my liking.

What way?

Nay.

Tell me more of yourself.

Hmm.

They say my father was hanged.

My mother transported.

I was raised by the gypsies.

I saw nothing before
me but being a drudge,

so I resolved to better
myself by marriage.

We both had the same notion.

A pretty pass it's led us to.

For now, my heart's in pawn.

I doubt I'll ever redeem it.

And I'm 100 pounds the more in debt.

I've not much left, but,

it's all yours, except this one.

It's my orphanage shilling.

Jemmy?

Jemmy!

"My dear, I ask your pardon.

"I am the most miserable of men.

"I have been so happy to possess you,

"and am now so wretched

"as to be forced to fly from you.

"Forgive me, my dear.

"Once more I say, forgive me."

Oh, Jemmy.

Come back.

Come back!

Will your ladyship require
the room for another night?

You cry for the loss of what you stole.

I'll not wipe your tears for you.

Nay, but I'm wrong to blame you.

He's the sort of man

that makes a servant
girl forget her dusting

and open the windows to stare
as he walks down the street.

You knew him, too?

In the way of business.

Jemmy.

Oh, Jemmy.

Why did you go away from me?

I had ridden 15 miles.

The sun was in my eyes and a gale blowing.

"Twas that perhaps put fancies in my head.

What fancies?

I thought I heard you call for me.

What did I say?

You cried
aloud, "Jemmy, oh, Jemmy.

"Come back, come back."

Why, 'tis a marvel past
belief, for those were my words.

Oh, you shall go away from me no more.

I'll go all over the
world with you, rather.

There's...

something I cannot speak of.

One day perhaps, we'll make our fortunes,

and we'll marry for money like we always

- thought we would.
- No.

I came by a pound or two.

Debts repaid.

Tis little, but...

Jemmy.

Ah, there you are, Moll.

Thank you, dear.

Crying for your Captain?

Poor girl, to learn so
young that men deceive.

Well, you'll be better off in the house

than gadding about in the town.

Tomorrow, you can shine the
mirrors and wash the lustres.

Now, quick, sweetheart,
go and get me my gloves.

Yes, I have them here.

Ah,

Will you be late, m'lady?

You needn't wait up for me.

I have my key.

Goodbye, Miggy.

Goodbye, my love.

Enjoy your ball and gather me some gossip.

Hmm.

I'm so sorry to leave you alone.

Coachman, stop.

- Whoa!
- Stop!

Coachman?

A rat!

A rat as big as a cat!

Ah, one candle to light so much beauty.

The less I see of myself tonight, sir,

the more I'll be pleased.

I'm no fit sight for
myself nor anyone else.

Mmm, where have I been
never to set my eyes

on the most beautiful

- woman in the world.
- If you please, sir.

I'm tired, and I wish to go to bed.

A rat!

Touche.

Ohh!

Ohh!

Ohh, oh.

What is it, sir?

A bottle, a green bottle beside my bed.

Run, child.

Run!

Here.

Just in time.

An old wound beneath my heart.

Were you in the war, sir?

No, a duel.

Women.

- Where?
- There, look, look.

Naughty.

Naughty.

- Stand back.
- Naughty.

- Get back.
- Naughty.

- Go away!
- Naughty.

Ooh.

Ooh, you beast!

You foolish beast, you!

Force the door, tip staff!

Open up, there!

Oh!

Oh, dear.

Oh no, no, no.

Seize him!

M'lady?

Devil!

Lustful monster!

See what sort of women you can find...

Well, don't just stand there.

Go and get him, you idiot.

Hurry up!

How dare thee break into
our fair lady's bedroom.

I'll murder thee!

There.

And you, you have disappointed me.

You have betrayed my friendship...

- M'lady, you're wrong!
- And abused my trust.

- I didn't...
- Oh, be gone, trollop.

I never want to set eyes on you again!

Once before, I had
tried to return this ring

to my friend, the banker.

Friend?

It was a somewhat closer relationship.

And yet, I was doubtful how
he would receive me now.

Madam.

Ah, yes, of course.

You must forgive me, my dear.

I have but recently come
back from the grave.

I never thought to see
you or the world again.

And, pull up a chair.

I came to return your ring, sir.

I came once before, but,

I hope you're recovered.

Mmm.

But, condemned to an altered way of life.

I am forbidden company and pleasure

and condemned to needlework!

And what's the result?

Four bottles of port a day
to make my solitude bearable,

and now I've got the gout.

By heavens, I'm glad to see you.

I understood, sir, you've
been repenting your sins.

The apoplexy threw me into a fright.

But now you're cured, sir.

I find the repentance is cured also.

I think, sir, you'll
never make yourself a saint.

You're perfectly right.

You have every reason to
reproach me for my way of life.

I'm a monument to the follies of vice,

a memento of the snares of pleasure.

And from all this, from
the burning, fiery furnace,

and the stinking pit,
only you can save me.

Me?

But how?

- Thus!
- Ooh, sir!

Boatman.

Yes, sir?

Can you row the boat
facing the other way?

Whoa, whoa!

Ah, country air to bring pink

to the cheeks.

Swallows flying high.

A good omen for our honeymoon.

Is our room ready, landlord?

Aye sir,
been ready since noon.

Is the parson ready, too?

Well, he's been in the
taproom all day, sir.

You might say he's ready.

Ah!

Come on, parson, you
sweet-smelling old fellow.

Down your drink and get to business.

We have the bride, the
groom, and your witness.

You have the ring, son?

Me, not him, you fool!

I'm the groom, he's the
witness, and this is the ring.

Landlord, have you a
book of common prayer?

Oh, come on, fellow.

Surely you know your
parson's gabble by now.

"Man that is born of woman
hath but a short time to live

- "and is full of..."
- Not the burial service,

you poxy old goat!

We're getting married.

Ah, wedlock!

Wedlock it is to be.

Come on now, reverend.

Come on.

Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here in the sight of God

and in the face of this
congre... congregation...

Out!

Get along, hurry, will you?

Oh, that all young
girls who watch this scene

would learn one lesson,

wealth and position and comfort by day

will not make up for insincerity at night.

Ha ha, we're at it again!

Ow!

What the?

Now then.

I'm ticklish.

Every time I'm aimed at the target,

somebody jumps my elbow.

Is there a conspiracy against
consummation out there?

Come back to bed, my dear.

Come, come, my dear.

You'll catch your death of cold.

By God, are we to have no peace tonight?

What's toward?

Have you no beds to go to?

A robbery on the heath, sir.

Have you seen two masked horsemen go by?

A youngish one on a chestnut
and a stout one on a brown?

We've seen no one but
a parson and his cups,

and a bullet in his ass, I trust.

I saw two horsemen, sir.

What's that you say, ma'am?

Um, well, it was dark, and
I couldn't see very well,

but they took that road.

Thank you, ma'am.

We're on the wrong track.

We'll try the Canterbury Road.

Come on, come on!

Come on.

Jemmy.

Oh, do come back, Moll.

Oh, come on, Moll, I'm waiting.

Ah.

There you are.

Moll!

Moll!

Go back the way we came.

Jemmy!

Jemmy!

Jemmy!

Jemmy!

Stop, Jemmy!

Moll.

Moll.

- Officer!
- Sir!

Apprehend those men and
recover the person of my bride,

who was enticed away,
and in that direction.

For your warm assistance,
sir, thank you, sir.

Come on!

Ride on, ride on!

Come on, at 'em!

Get in there behind the trees.

I'll take 'em away.

See you in London, then.

They must be around here somewhere.

Two men, you and you, up that way.

There's our fox!

Come on!

Hold on!

Now, where's the devil gone now?

Tally ho!

Well, damn you, sir!

Your servant, sir.

No, child, no.

I haven't seen your Captain
since the night you slept here.

Oh.

Yes?

I, I came to ask if
you could recommend me

to any employment.

I, recommend you?

Your face and figure do that.

No gentleman would refuse
to employ you.

I'm not a whore, ma'am.

Don't say that too soon.

Though sometimes an apparent modesty

sells the goods to a higher bidder.

What is it you want, then?

I want,

I need to make my fortune.

Make your fortune.

Well, if you won't make
it in bed, my child,

you best get to work with your fingers.

You mean I should sew?

Deal.

Deal in what goods?

Silver.

Though if it's a fortune you want,

that's quicker made with gold.

Ma'am, I understand you.

And I did not like your meaning.

See how far you get with
honest labour!

Miss, you, uh...

Thank you, ma'am.

The knot must have broken.

Oh, let none watch this scene

without thinking how they would grapple

with the lack of friends
and the want of bread.

Let them remember the wise man's prayer,

"Give me not poverty, lest I steal.�

This was the bait,

and the devil who laid
the snare prompted me.

Take the bundle.

Now!

What had I done?

What was I now?

A christening set.

Grunt!

Ah.

I hope your friend
didn't lose the dear child,

as she's selling these things.

Try to get me silver
without initials, dear.

Fetches a better price.

You've not seen Jemmy
again since I last asked you?

14 shillings, sweetheart.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Could you hold half the money?

I'd like to save it.

Gladly, my dear.

I'll mark it down in the ledger.

Good day.

In our business, my dear,

we must make sure that
success does not lead to fame.

So, for your next adventure,

no gentleman must look at you twice.

Come along.

Sit down.

Try on that brown wig on the wall.

Now, then.

Not a bad haul, considering
the rich are out of town.

But, I want half it down in my account.

I'm saving.

Why, Jemmy, what's got...

Whoops!

That'll be all, Mrs. O'Toole.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

Good evening, ladies.

Here.

Good evening, sir.

Mmm.

Coachman, to the park, slowly.

You tantalising creature, you.

I'm very late, you know, sir.

Coachman, stop, please.

No, no, no, no, surely, you...

And a nobleman, too.

'Tis 10-to-1 he has an
honest, virtuous wife,

and innocent children.

This deed of yours, Moll,

will do more to reform him

than all the sermons at St. Paul's,

for in our business, we do a lot of good,

teaching people to mind their morals

and guard their possessions.

You, I mean, Jemmy hasn't...

Four and 11 is 15.

Now, I've been considering your
position in the trade, dear.

It's not wise to stick
to the same business

and at the same places for too long.

A length of brocade will fetch

as much as a gentleman's watch.

Brocade?

And a good roll of lace even more.

Grunt!

I'd be afraid to go to work at a shop.

Well, they have eyes on you
as soon as you enter the door.

Look.

Grunt, to work.

Oh, yes.

- Good day, sir.
- Good day, ma'am.

I'm looking for a fine
length of red velvet.

- Oh, there's some...
- Ah.

There's a handsome piece.

No, I'm afraid too coarse.

- Some other time.
- Ah.

Good day, sir.

Good day, ma'am.

All right, then.

- I'll catch you.
- No, you won't!

Poor souls.

They're on their way to Newgate.

Poor souls indeed.

It serves them right.
I hope they're hanged.

They're only thieves anyway.

That's old Blue Nose Charlie.

Enough, enough.

The jeweller's shop.

Can you see the window?

Yes.

Bottom pane in the middle, right?

Right.

- You see the clock?
- Clock?

Up there.

All right, never mind on.

In 12 1/2 minutes, the
clock will strike one.

One.

You'll be holding your horse
outside the jeweller's shop.

When the clock strikes one,
you throw the brick, right?

Right.

Bottom pane.

Middle of the jeweller's window.

- Right.
- The bottom pane, right.

I'll do the snatch and run to my horse.

I ride that way, and you ride that way.

Right?

Right, what if I don't hear the clock?

Don't tell me you're deaf as well.

Well, I might miss it.

Why don't, why don't we make it 2:00?

Then, if I miss the first,
I'll hear the second.

Why don't we make it 3:00?

Yes, then if I miss the
first and I miss the second...

Deaf as a bloody post, right?

Come on.

Right.

Here's the brick.

Good, come on.

Psst, while I'm here, can I, uh...

No.

Oh, good.

Thanks, lad.

Count up to 100 and then move.

How fast?

At a walk.

How fast do I count?

As fast as your heart beats.

It's galloping.

Start counting now.

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, 10, 11.

Oh dear, oh my goodness.

Hey!

55, five.

Fit four, five.

30.

31, 32.

A nice hanging at Tyburn.

Buy a doll for your little one, sir?

80, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55,

be quiet, 50.

- Let's have a drink.
- Look after them, Tom.

We'll pick up those

other prisoners later.

No, no, something much finer.

Something more precious.

Something fit for a queen.

A queen, oh.

Let me see.

99, 100.

Go on.

Hey!

Where is it?
Where are they?

Ah.

Eh, but...

Ah!

Is that you?

Good horse.

Ah, stop, stop!

Give me your bag!

Give it to me.

What are you doing?

Stop her!

Stop her!

Here, you!

Kid!

Stop him!

Hey!

- Hey!
- Squint, hold on!

Good horse, giddyup!

Good horse, giddyup, giddyup!

Giddyup!

Whoa.

Whoa!

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

Who would want a thing like that

except the Lord Chief Justice?

That blind half-wit.

Hey, psst.

There's something inside could be sold,

and it wouldn't be difficult
to find a buyer.

Grunt?

Oh.

Moll!

Oh, Jemmy!

There's the ruination of the finest pair
of thieves in town.

Run!

Squint!

Soldiers, look out!

There they are!

- Get down!
- Come on, let's get in!

Come on, break that door down.

Get away!

There she is!

Don't let her get away!

It's not her you want.

It's me!

She's no thief!

Right, let go of him!

Help me, help me!

Let me go!

Hey, let me go!

We've starved together,
stole together, spent together.

Now, we'll hang together.

When will it be?

They put a list up on Mondays.

Why don't they do it quick?

Why don't they take us from the judge

and do it straight away?

Jemmy.

Here, take this.

Are you comfortably lodged?

A gentleman of the road
gets used to rough quarters.

Two cheats.

For a night, two lovers,

now two thieves.

Who did that?

Jemmy!

All right!

You take him.

Go on, get in there.

What news?

What news?

Oh, everywhere the same tale.

Nothing can be done without money.

You put me in here.

You must get me out.

Cheese?

I tell you not to bring cheese.
It disturbs my liver.

Oh, I'll never forgive myself.

I thought they'd put you in debtors' jail

just for a few weeks.

But, how was I to know
that you've been dealing in contraband?

Contraband?

A few dozen bottles of Holland's gin?

Oh, what a country.

Ah.

Have you seen my ambassador?

- Yes.
- Ah!

He can do nothing.

In bed.

For you.

Have you lain with him?

He has a wife.

Ah, damn his wife!

Mount the wife!

Lie with the whole.

But, get me out of this hole!

And one more thing, don't bring cheese!

? Twas in the city of London ?

"Naught awaits the sinner

"but the bottomless pit

"and the boiling brimstone.

"Repent and ye shall be saved."

Saved from what?

Your soul shall be saved.

It's my neck I want saved.

? I went strolling ?

? Down on my favourite street ?

? A pretty little young maiden ?

? I happened by mere chance to meet ?

What's it say?

I'll not lie to you.

What's today?

Monday.

Oh.

There is a mistake!

They have the wrong name.

You tell that to the hangman.

My poor friend.

I am a good Catholic.

I shall write to the Pope.

You, ah!

Eh.

I can't read.

Are I on it, dear?

Tell me, sweetheart, are I on it?

Will someone tell me if my name is there?

"Mari La Joure.

"Sarah Matt.

"Maggie Mant.

"Jane Folly.

"Alice Holland.

"Annie Hughes.

"Moll Flanders.

"Bertha Smith.

"Emma Martin.

"Ellen Jones."

- In my hate...
- Those who have enjoyed

the wicked part of my story

would rather, perhaps, I
left the good part out.

But, can they be thought to
relish my sins and my crimes

and find my repentance tedious?

Would they rather this story
were a complete tragedy?

I will hurry over the instructive
details of my conversion

and come to what I believed
was the last day of my life.

Under the awful threat of the gallows,

I had come to sincere repentance.

It would certainly have lasted,
I think, until the Friday.

But, on Thursday, the very day

before I was due to be hanged.

But, I've tried.

I've tried everything.

Try, try harder.

But, it's hopeless, Miggy.

There's nothing that can be done now.

It's impossible.

Oh, one last chance.

Man the capstan!

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left, right.

Hornpipe!

Admiral Fitzhaffeden, Governor of Newgate,

welcome on behalf of
the Board of Guardians,

his worship, the Lord Mayor of London.

How are you, George?

A fine nautical welcome, man.

I see you still run your
jail like a man of war.

Like a flagship, my Lord Mayor.

Fall in astern.

And of end final of spiritual grace,

we lead this fleet of lost souls

towards the shores of redemption.

Amen.

Quiet.

The yard, my Lord Mayor,

where the prisoners have the
benefit of a healthy exercise

and the blessing of fresh air.

The, uh, pump.

The pump.

Which the doctor will tell you
gives an ample supply of wholesome water.

Mmm.

Speak up, man.

Oh, rich in mineral salts

and other health-giving elements.

And the diet of the prisoners, Doctor?

Oh, we send them to the
scaffold plump as pullets.

That's enough, man.

To our right, the men's quarters.

And to our left, the female quarters.

Oh, my Lord Mayor.

Dear, good sir, I plead for
a prisoner of noble birth,

most monstrously sentenced to be hanged.

Nay, my good woman!

This is not a court of appeal.

Pray thy take the complaints
to the proper quarter.

Here, my good Lord, are
the commodious premises

designed for the reception
of our women.

William?

Oh, William.

- Sarah.
- Oh, William.

I do beseech you.

Use your influence for one

most unjustly betrayed and condemned.

My dear, I am but a member
of the Board of Governors.

I have no say in such matters.

Pray to the good Lord for his deliverance

and get him a good lawyer.

Why, William!

Ah, Maggie, how nice to see you again.

You ought to come here more often.

Uh, quite.

Why don't you get us out of here?

And this, my Lord Mayor,
is the condemned hold.

These unhappy creatures
are to hang tomorrow.

Let us hope they have
repented of their sins.

Amen.

Quiet!

In one case, a most striking
achievement has been made

by way of repentance,
the one in the middle.

Uh, Moll Flanders.

I should think she's
had plenty to repent about.

I can tell you one thing,

I wouldn't mind repenting with her.

But, William, please.

Moll!

Moll.

My wife!

Oh no!

Help, help!

William.

He's all yours, Parson.

Now, my Lord Mayor,

- as I was saying...
- Oh, yes, Admiral.

The, uh...

? Her eyes, they shone like emeralds ?

They call her the

fairest of fair.
? They call her ?

? The fairest of fair ?

The black velvet band...
? And the black velvet band ?

She was wearing...
? She was wearing ?

Tied into her hair.
? Was tied in her ?

? Red golden hair ?

Yeah.

? Her eyes ?

- ? They shone like emeralds ?
- They shone like emeralds.

- ? They call her ?
- Call her...

- ? The fairest of fair ?
- The fairest of fair.

- ? And the black velvet band ?
- And the black velvet band

she was wearing...
? She was wearing ?

? Was tied in her ?

? Red golden hair ?

- Come on.
- Wake up, sweetheart.

No.

'Tis not time.

Moll!

Moll!

Get in there.

Come in, girl.

Out, guards!

Out!

Come along in, dear.

You are known as Moll Flanders?

Sign there.

Ask no questions.

There is little time.

Can you sign your name, girl?

Yes, but...

Then do so.

Both names, there and there.

Both names?

As the widow of Sir William,

to whom you were lawfully married,

your true name is Lady Godolphin.

So kindly, sign Moll, Moll Godolphin,

there where I've indicated.

Under expectations of an
inheritance of 50,000 pounds,

you are borrowing a thousand at interest.

Your late husband died
without making a will.

You are his sole
beneficiary, Lady Godolphin.

For 500 pounds, you may buy a reprieve.

Your sentence will be reduced
to transportation to America.

I will see that the money
gets to the proper person.

? Rule, Britannia ?

All I ask in return is that
you lend me a like amount

to secure the reprieve of the Count.

I, I wish to borrow 5,000 pounds.

For what?

I wish to buy the reprieve
for several other persons.

Any more reprieves will
cost a thousand each, guineas.

750.

800.

Pounds.

Done.

And, 500 more for my own
pocket to get started in America.

Damned if I know why
you want to go there.

I'd rather be hanged.

? Rule, Britannia ?

Excuse me, madam.

I'm no convict

and have the precedence
of a voluntary passenger.

Strike off these ignoble chains

that only injustice could have forged.

Where have I been and
never to have set my eyes

on the most beautiful woman in the world?

On second thought, no.

Leave the last chain on.

Come along, Miggy, dear.

But, darling.

"I, James, take thee, Moll,
to be my lawful wedded wife."

I, James, take thee, Moll,
to be my lawful wedded wife.

"To have and to hold
from this day forward."

To have and to hold

from this day forward.

"For better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer.

"In sickness and in health."

For better, for worse

for richer, for poorer

in sickness and in health.

"To love and to cherish,
till death do us part.�

To love and to cherish...

Oops.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

'Til death do us part.

"According
to God's holy ordinance,

"and there to I plight thee my troths."

According to God's holy ordinance,

and there to I plight thee my troth.

I now pronounce you man and watch,

er, man, man and wife.

'Tis usual to pay a
parson for a wedding, sir.

Does a Captain accept a fee?

Well, you can give
me a shilling for luck.

Hmm.

I have it.

I shan't need this anymore.

Who said I was deceived
when I married a girl for her money?

I married a fortune.

And a very good fortune, too.

Just a moment.

Just a moment, just a moment.

Are you accusing me, sir?

You see, I have nothing in my pockets.

I've never been so hurt
in all my life.