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(CLASSICAL PIANO)

Come on.

MAN:
Mr. Shepherd, sir!

-Yes, sir?
MAN:
When are we to be paid?

-In due course.
-In due course?
But these are outstanding!

I'm aware they're
outstanding, sir.
That's why I'm here.

Mr. Shepherd, these bills
go back for months!

Look: February, March, April!

(OFFICERS LAUGHING POLITELY)

Gentlemen.

The war is over.

And Bonaparte, sir?
Bonaparte has abdicated.

He's confined
to the island of Elba.

We're going home.

Gentlemen. The admiral.

ALL: The admiral.

No, I will not have
a sailor in my house.

I strongly object to the navy.

It brings persons of obscure
birth into undue distinction,

and it cuts up a man's youth
and vigor most horribly.

(SNORTS)

(CHUCKLING)
One day last spring,

in town, I was in company
with a certain
Admiral Baldwin,

the most deplorable-looking
person that you can imagine.

His face-the color
of mahogany, rough and rugged,
all lines and wrinkles...

nine gray hairs and nothing
but a dab of powder on top.

(LAUGHS LOUDLY)
"In the name of heaven,"
said I...

to Sir Basil Morley, standing
near,
"Who is that old fellow?"

"Old fellow!" cried Sir Basil,

"Why, that is Admiral Baldwin,
who is 40 and no more!"

(LAUGHS)
They're all the same.
(LAUGHS)

Have a little mercy
on the poor men, Sir Walter.

We were not all born
to be handsome.

You will not have
a naval man as a tenant?

No. No, I will not,
Shepherd. No.

Then there is but one course
open to you.

You must retrench.
Retrench?

-Retrench?
-How may I retrench?

A baronet must be seen
to live like a baronet.

Sir Walter.
I have been your neighbor
for a good many years.

And I am as solicitous
for the credit of your family
as anybody could well be.

But your debts...
are extreme.

You must retrench.

I have, therefore,
taken the liberty...

of drawing up some...
plans of economy
for your family.

I have, uh,
made exact calculations,
and I have consulted Anne...

on some points of detail.

Anne? Why?

What? "Journeys, London,
servants, table"!

I'd as soon quit Kellynch Hall
at once than remain on it
on such disgraceful terms!

Bath is but 50 miles
from Kellynch and - if I may
be permitted my opinion...

an altogether safer location
for a gentleman
in your predicament.

In Bath I think you may be
important at comparatively
little expense.

Sorbet in September!

How delightful!

Enjoy it. There'll be
no more ice until the winter.

Bath is most congenial.

The new assembly rooms
are splendid, and there
are concerts every week.

(INHALES, EXHALES)

I am for...
(EXHALES)

for Bath.

(WOMEN EXCLAIM)
I have always said Bath
is incomparable.

Who is this Admiral Croft?

I met with him at the
quarter sessions in Taunton.

He's a native of Somersetshire
who acquired a fortune in the
war and wishes to return here.

Yes, but who is he?

Uh...
He is a rear admiral
of the White.

He was in the Trafalgar
action and has been
in the East Indies since.

He has been stationed
there several years.

Then I take it his face has
both the color and the
texture...

of this macaroon!
(ALL LAUGH)

The admiral is a little
weather-beaten, to be sure,
but not much.

He is a married man,
but without children.

A house is never taken care
of, Sir Walter,
without a lady,

and a lady with no children
is the very best preserver
of furniture in the world.

Moreover, I have found
that Mrs. Croft is herself not
unconnected in this country.

Oh? To whom
is she connected?
(SNIFFS)

She is the sister of a
gentleman who lived among us
once. What was his name?

Lived at Monkford...
Brother of Mrs. Croft.
Bless me, what was his name?

-Anne, you recall?
(WHISPERS)
-Wentworth.

(LOUDER)
Wentworth.
SIR WALTER: Wentworth?

Right. Wentworth.
He had the curacy
of Monkford some time back.

-You remember him, I'm sure.
-Oh, Wentworth, the curate.

You misled me by the term
"gentleman." Wentworth was
nobody... Quite unconnected.

Nothing to do with
the Strafford family.

(CUP BANGS)

Said I something amiss?

You remember, Father.
The curate's brother.
The sailor.

Let us not pursue it.

Please excuse me.
The fire...

I became overheated,
that's all.

I am satisfied.
I empower you to proceed
with the treaty.

He may take possession
at Michaelmas. And Shepherd,
with your consent,

I wish to engage dear
Mrs. Clay to reside with us
in Bath.

She would be a companion
for Elizabeth.

(EXHALES)

I can think of no higher
privilege for my daughter,
sir,

than to accompany Miss Elliot
in society.

What about Anne?
Is Anne not companion
enough for you?

Oh, Anne won't be coming,
Lady Russell.

I had a letter this morning
from sister Mary
who is indisposed...

and requires Anne's
company in Uppercross...

until her health improves.

And since no one will want you
in Bath, I'm sure you'd better
stay here.

SIR WALTER: Information and
entertainment...

awaits you on these shelves,
Admiral.

I confess I have not
fully mastered it myself.

ADMIRAL:
Probably the most comfortable
room, Sir Walter.

SIR WALTER:
And thus we proceed
to the dining room, Admiral.

The second-best silver
will be at your disposal,
Mrs. Croft.

Instruct the servants to be
civil to Admiral Croft, Anne.

I declare, he's the best
looking sailor I have ever
met.

Indeed, if my own man
might be allowed
the arranging of his hair,

I should not be ashamed
to be seen with him anywhere.

(CONVERSING QUIETLY)

We're going to go to Molland's
and buy boxes and boxes
of marzipan!

I haven't had time, so
here is the list of plants
for Lady Russell...

and the list of books
and music that I must
have sent to Bath.

You'd better catalog all the
pictures and clear your
rubbish out of the storeroom.

And someone really ought
to visit every house
in the parish as a take-leave.

It is the Elliot way.

If only I'd had a son,
all this might one day
have been his.

Be what use you can
to your sister Mary.
Yes, Father.

Lady Russell will fetch you up
to Bath after Christmas.

(DRIVER)
Walk on. Come along.

For eight years you've been
too little from home,
too little seen.

Your spirits have never
been high since...

your disappointment.

A larger society
will improve them.

But I so dislike Bath.
Only because
you associate it...

with the passing
of your dear mother.

While my mother was alive,
Lady Russell,

there was moderation
and economy in our home,

and no need of moving out.

Mmmm.

Do you travel directly
to Uppercross?

Yes. Yes, I prefer
to be gone when his sis...

when Admiral
and Mrs. Croft arrive.

I hope they are as little
familiar with the business
as my own people seem to be.

I have no desire to meet the
new tenants of Kellynch Hall.

I feel this breakup
of your family exceedingly.

Indeed, it angers me.

I've done my best to stand
in your mother's place...

and offer the advice I believe
she would have given.

And now...

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Lady Russell,

I have never said this...
Do not talk of it.
We shall not talk of it.

I do not blame you,

nor do I blame myself
for having been guided by you.

But...
I am now persuaded...

that in spite of the
disapproval at home...

and the anxiety
attending his prospects,

that I - I should have
been happy, had I...

You were but 19, Anne.

At 19, to involve yourself
with a man...

who had nothing but himself
to recommend him!

Spirit and brilliance,
to be sure, but no fortune,
no connections!

It was entirely prudent of you
to reject him.

Now, here are the new poems
I was telling you of.

Altogether I care little
for these romantics.
Do you?

Mmm.

(BLEATING)

Whoa.

So, you've come at last.

I began to think
I should never see you.

I am so ill,

I can hardly speak.

Haven't seen a creature
the whole morning.

Suppose I were to be seized
in some dreadful way?

I'm not able to ring
the bell!

Lady Russell, I notice,
would not come in person.

I do not think she's been
in this house three times
this summer.

Lady Russell cordially asked
to be remembered to yourself
and Charles.

Charles is out shooting.
Haven't seen him
since 7:00.

He said he would not
stay long, but he hasn't
come back, has he?

(SIGHS)
I do believe if Charles
were to see me dying,

he wouldn't believe
there was anything
the matter with me.

Well, I always cure you
when I come to Uppercross.

So, how is everyone
at the great house?

Mmm, I can give you
no account of them. Not one
of them has been near me.

(Sniffles)
It doesn't happen to suit
the Miss Musgroves, I suppose,

to visit the sick.

Oh, perhaps you will see them
before the morning is gone.

I do not want them,
I assure you.

My sisters-in-law laugh
a great deal too much
for one in my condition.

And Henrietta goes on and on
about that wretched curate
from Winthrop.

(SIGHS)
Oh, Anne.

Why could you not
have come earlier?
It is so unkind.

My dear Mary, I really
have had so much to do.

What can you possibly
have had to do?

Oh! A great many things,
as a matter of fact.

Oh. Well.

(INHALES)
Dear me.

You haven't asked me one word
about our dinner at the
Pooles' yesterday.

I thought you must have
been obliged to give up
the engagement.

Oh. No! I...

I was very well...
yesterday.

It-It's just today!

(MOANS)
I feel like death.
(SIGHS)

Had you a pleasant
party?

Nothing remarkable.

One always knows beforehand
what the dinner will be
and who will be there.

It is so uncomfortable
not having a carriage
of one's own.

Charles's parents took me.
It was so crowded.

They take up so much room!

I was crushed into the
backseat with Henrietta and
Louisa,

and I think it most likely
that my illness today...

may be owing to it.
Mmm.

You know, Anne. I'm feeling
somewhat improved.

Always assuming
I do not relapse,

shall we walk after luncheon
to the great house?

Oh, I'd like that.

They ought to have
called on you first,
of course.

They ought to have had
the manners to know what
is due to you as my sister.

But I wouldn't dream of
standing on ceremony with

people I know so well as the
Musgroves.

So Sir Walter and your sister
are gone.

And what part
of Bath do you think
they will settle in?

(HARP)
Must that thing go
exactly there, Henrietta?

-Isn't it splendid, Mama?
-It will sound very well
with the pianoforte.

-Don't you think, Anne?
-What was wrong with my old
spinet, I'd like to know,

that it must make way
for this great, noisy article?

HENRIETTA:
Anne, will you play
when we next give a dance?

You play a great deal better
than either of us, and we are
wild for dancing.

Oh, yes, please, Miss Anne.

Oh, Lord bless me, how those
fingers of hers can fly about!
(LAUGHING)

I will play too, if you wish.
I am quite as accomplished
as Anne.

Why, thank you, Mary.

But we all enjoy so much
to watch you dancing,
Mary.

You are so light
on your feet!

And, as you know,
Anne does not care
to dance.

No.

I sent them
round the back.
Ah, we'll do it.

There, now!
(CHUCKLES)

Ah, Miss Anne.
What a great delight.

Mr. Musgrove, the delight
is all mine...

to return once more
to Uppercross.

You're most welcome
to be here among us.

Thank you. You look well,
Charles. Very well.

Got a brace of pheasant this
morning,
and father hit a squab,

but the dog couldn't find it.

Oh, no.
(LAUGHS)

Feel pretty well,
thank you, yes.

You were missed
at luncheon, Charles.

Uh, your father is...
in good health, I trust,
Miss Anne?

They've gone to Bath,
Papa. Do you not
remember me saying?

-Oh, yes. Bath.
-Oh, I do hope we shall be
in Bath this winter.

Perhaps, we may.

-But if we do go, we must be
in a good situation.
-Near the circus, Papa.

Well, it's, uh,
it's a big place. Bath.

-It's a great big place.
-So I believe.

Upon my word, I shall be
well off, shan't I,

when you are all gone away
to be happy at Bath!

Anne. Come and sit
by the fire.

My dear, I make it a rule...

of never interfering in my
daughter-in-law's concerns.

But I have to tell you,

I have no very good opinion
of the way Mary curbs
her children.

Oh, they are fine,
healthy boys.

But, Lord, bless me,
how troublesome
they can be!

Mrs. Musgrove is forever
advising on the care
of Little Charles and Walter.

Yet she gives them so many
sweet things,
they come home sick!

Moreover, how am I supposed
to keep them in order...

when their father
spoils them so much?

I could manage the boys
very well, were it not
for Mary's interference.

And I wish you could
persuade her not to be
always fancying herself ill.

It is a very bad thing
to be visited by children...

whom one can only keep
in tolerable order by more
cake than is good for them.

Could you possibly,
whilst you are here,

give Mary a hint that
it would be better...

if she were not taking
precedence over Mama?

Nobody doubts her right
to take precedence over Mama,

but it is not becoming of her
always to insist on it.

(WHISPERING)
Mama doesn't care
about etiquette.

It's the cake
she cares about!

These people are apt to forget
whose daughter I am!

When you have a moment,
you must speak to Charles,
Anne,

and persuade him
that I am very, very ill.

(SIGHS)

Oh, Anne.

(HARP)

And when will the admiral
take possession?

Michaelmas.
Let's hope they are not tardy
about paying their respects.

My husband is riding to hounds
this morning, Admiral,

or he should have been here.

Naturally,
I am disappointed,
uh, Mrs. Musgrove.

So too will he be.
He has been curious...

to obtain a close view
of his father-in-law's tenant.

(BANGING, SHOUTING)

BOY:
I want to see the admiral!
(ADMIRAL LAUGHING)

Oh! No, no.
Let them be.

So, come on up,
on my knee.

-The admiral loves children.
-You want to sail
the high seas, do you?

First you have to learn
to go up and down
with the swell.

Like this. R-r-r-r. Oh!

Oh, I can hear
your timbers creaking.
Ha-ha!

It was you,
and not your sister, I find,

who my brother had the
pleasure of being acquainted

with when he was in this
country.

Perhaps you
have not heard...

uh, he is married.

Oh...that is...
That is excellent news,
Mrs. Croft.

(INHALES)
I wish him every happiness.

Well, with your permission,
I shall tell him so
in my next letter.

Oh...please do.

Oh, and he has a new
curacy too, at last.

They are settled
in a parish in Shropshire.
Oh.

Ah.

Ever seen a boat
made out of paper?

No.
Come, I'll show you.
Here, over by the desk.

There you go.

Watch. Very closely.

I was just telling your sister
about my brother Edward's...

good fortune in Shropshire.

-He's a curate.
-A curate. How interesting.

Oh, we are expecting soon
another brother of my wife's.

A seafaring brother, whom
you won't, uh, have met.

Oh, but we do know him.
Do we not, Anne?
He visited these parts...

when I was but a girl,
and called at Kellynch Hall
some once or twice.

Yes.
(ADMIRAL, BOYS CHATTING)

I did not know you were
acquainted with Frederick
also.

Yes. I-I-I believe you
to have been in the Indies...

at that time.

There.
(CHUCKLES)

Hip, hip, hurrah!
Hip, hip, hurrah!

Hip, hip, hurrah!

(BOYS PLAYING)

-Good morning, Anne.
-Good morning!

(PANTING)
Papa has met Captain
Wentworth.

-Indeed, has he?
-Yes!

He and Mama drove over
to Kellynch, and he was there!

He has just returned
to England...or paid off...
or something, and...

Are you coming in,
Henrietta? Or is my cottage
insufficiently grand for you?

Oh. I may not stay.
Thank you, Mary.

I am here solely to invite you
to call at the great house
this evening.

-That's very kind.
-To meet Captain
Frederick Wentworth.

(CHRUCH BELLS RINGING)
By all accounts,
a most charming gentleman.

And he is to call on us!
Tonight!

Oh. We shall be present,
Henrietta. Have no fear.

LITTLE WALTER:
Mama! Mama, Mama!

(DOG BARKING)

Mama!

What happened?
What happened?

Charles fell!

(SCREAMING)
Anne! Anne!

Anne! Come quickly!

(WEEPING)

-I've reset the collarbone.
-And the spine?

Time will tell.

-Should I take him to bed?
-No, no.
Leave him where he is.

-What may I give him?
-Water.

(FOOTSTEPS)

What happened?

He fell from a tree.

(EXHALES)

(MARY WEEPING SOFTLY)

Charles.

How can you contemplate such
a thing? How can you abandon

your son and
heir for a dinner?

The child is doing well.

The apothecary is content.
What more is there
for a father to do?

I need my gloves.

(SIGHS)

Nursing does not belong
to a man, Mary.

It is not his province.

I'm as fond of my child
as any mother,

but I have not the nerves
for the sickroom.

(SIGHS)
Oh, this is always
my luck.

If there is anything
disagreeable, men are sure
to get out of it.

But could you be comfortable
spending the evening
away from Little Charles?

If his father can,
why shouldn't I?

Then go along and dine
at the great house.
Leave the boy to my care.

Dear me. That's
a very good thought.

You don't mind?

I, too, wish to meet
Captain Wentworth.

And you are by far
the properest person
to sit with the boy,

for you haven't a mother's
feelings, have you?

(LAUGHTER)

He did inquire after you
slightly, as might suit
a former slight acquaintance.

He was very attentive to me,
however, and Charles and he
made instant friends.

In fact, I believe they are
to shoot together this
morning.

-But they will not call here?
-No, no.
On account of the child.

On account
of the child.

-I've come for the dogs.
(LOUDLY)
-What?

I've come for the dogs.
We're just setting off.

Captain Wentworth follows
with Henrietta and Louisa.

-May he call on you?
-Why, certainly!
(KNOCKING)

Here he comes now.

The Miss Musgroves, ma'am,
and Captain Wentworth.

Morning, Mary.
Anne.
Mrs. Musgrove.

MARY:
It is most pleasant to see you
again so soon, Captain.

-How's your boy?
-Oh, much better.
Thank you.

Why, he's taken some broth.

I believe
that you are acquainted
with my elder sister, Anne.

We have met once.

Captain Wentworth.

I wish young Charles
a very speedy recovery.
Henrietta and Louisa...

swear he's quite a character,
when fit.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Your husband, I hear, is a
very decent shot.
I'd better not

let him grab the best
position.

And I have intruded
on your breakfast. Forgive me.

Good day.

HENRIETTA:
Shall we walk with them?

Oh, yes!

And so shall I.

(BEATERS CHANTING)
Up, up, up, up, up.

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(WOMEN EXCLAIMING)
That's it!

(WOMEN GIGGLING)
Do your women often
come shooting, Charles?

Not that often, Frederick.
No.
(GUNSHOT)

-Had you good hunting,
Mary?
-Upon my word, yes.

We bagged...
(PANTING)
oh, ever so many birds.

That Captain Wentworth
is not very gallant
towards you, Anne.

When Henrietta asked him
what he thought of you,

he said you were
so altered he would not
have known you again.

(PANTING)

WENTWORTH:
Oh, Louisa!
(LAUGHING)

Do you suppose we live on
board without anything to eat?

Nor any cooks or servants?
Or any knife and fork
to use?

We ain't savages, Louisa!
(ALL LAUGHING)

Let me tell you about the Asp,
my first command.

We sailed in the year 1806.

We have a navy list.
We shall look her up.

MR. MUSGROVE:
They made me send for it,
Captain, from Plymouth.

Well, you won't find it
in the new list, I'm afraid.

She's been broken up for
scrap.

I was the last man to command
her, eight years ago, and she

was hardly fit for service
then.

Nearly sank on several
occasions, the Asp.

Then I should have only been
a gallant Captain Wentworth
in a small paragraph...

in the bottom corner
of a newspaper, and you would
never have heard of me.

Yet still you took her out?

Well, the admiralty likes to
entertain itself now and
then...

with sending a few hundred men
to sea in a ship hardly fit
to be employed.

(CHUCKLING)
-Well said.
-Lucky fellow to get her.

-Lucky to get anything
so soon.
-I felt my luck, I assure you.

Oh, I was well satisfied
with the position.

I was extremely keen
at the time, in the year '06,
to be at sea.

Most extremely keen.
Badly wanted to be
doing something.

Naturally, you did. What
should a young fellow do

ashore for half a year
together?

Hmm. When a man has no wife,
he wants to be afloat again.

Well, I had no wife
in the year '06.

-Then, Captain Wentworth?
What came next?
-The Laconia.

The Laconia!
Find the Laconia.

-Those were great days
when I had the Laconia.
-Here she is!

H.M.S. Laconia:
74-gun frigate,
second-class.

A friend and I had a fine
cruise off the West Indies
in the Laconia,

taking enough privateers
to make it very
entertaining...

and, uh, make us quite rich.

Do you remember
Captain Harville, Admiral?

-Aye.
-Yes. Excellent fellow.

I wonder
what's become of him.

Did not you bring
Mrs. Harville
and her children...

-around from Portsmouth
to Plymouth that spring?
-Yes. What of it?

I'd bring anything of
Harville's from the world's
end, if he asked me to.

This from the man famous in
the navy for declaring he will

never have a woman on his
ship.

(ALL LAUGH)

-What, never?
MRS. CROFT:
Except for a ball, of course.

It's from no lack of gallantry
towards women, Mrs. Musgrove.

Rather, the reverse.
It's impossible to make the

accommodation on board
suitable for a party of
ladies.

Why, Frederick!
I have lived on five.

Yes, but, Sophy, you were
living with your husband,

and you were the only woman on
board.

I hate to hear you
talking about all women
as though they were...

fine ladies
instead of rational creatures.

None of us want to be
in calm waters all our lives.

When he has a wife, Sophy,
he will sing
a different tune.

When he has married,
if we have the good luck
to live to another war,

we shall see him
very grateful to anybody
who will bring him his wife.

Oh, no. Now I have done!
When once married people
begin to attack me with:

"Oh, you shall think
very differently
when you are married"...

(GIRLS LAUGH)
I can only say,
"No, I shall not."

Then they say,
"Oh, yes, you shall!"
And there's an end of it!

(ALL LAUGHING)
Mrs. Musgrove.

You must have been
a great traveler, ma'am.

Oh... I have...

crossed the Atlantic
four times.

And I have been once
to the East Indies.

And to different places
around home-um, Cork...

and Lisbon...

and Gibraltar.

But I was never
in the West Indies.

We do not call Bermuda
or Bahama the West Indies,
Mrs. Musgrove, as you know.

I do not think Mama
has ever called them
anything in her life!

(ALL LAUGH)

But did you never suffer
any sickness, Mrs. Croft?

No. The only time
that I ever...

imagined myself unwell...

or had any ideas of danger,

was the winter that I passed
on my own at Deal,

when the admiral -
Captain Croft then...

was away
on the North Seas.

(SIGHS)
That I did not like.

But as long as we
could be together,

nothing ever ailed me.

(CHUCKLES)
Not a thing.

(PLUNKING ON THE PIANO, "THE
MINSTREL BOY TO THE
WAR HAS GONE" )

(LAUGHING)

Oh, I beg your pardon.

This is your seat.
Not at all. I...

(PIANO)

(ALL LAUGHING CHATTING)

LOUISA:
No, never. She has quite
given up dancing.

(CONTINUES)

Whoa.

(STOPS ABRUPTLY)
LOUISA:
Henrietta, here's Henry.

CHARLES:
Henry!

Um, Captain Wentworth,
this is our cousin
from Winthrop, Henry Hayter.

Sir!

Mmm.

Twenty thousand pounds.

He told me he's made 20,000
in the war.

A capital match
for either of my sisters.

Which do you think the most
probable, Anne, to marry
the captain?

Mary gives it
for Henrietta.
I am for Louisa.

Mmm.
MARY: I do not think
Henrietta has the right...

to throw herself away
on Henry Hayter.

She must think
of her family.

It is very inconvenient
of any young woman
to give bad connections...

to those who've not
been used to them.

Henry is good-natured.
He's a good sort of fellow.

And he stands to inherit
a very pretty property
at Winthrop.

Henrietta might
do far worse.

If she has him, and Louisa
can get the captain,

I shall be well satisfied.

What say you, Anne?
Mmm.

Which one is the captain
in love with?

(CHARLES CHUCKLES)

(HENRIETTA, LOUISA
ARGUING NEAR BY)

LOUISA:
You are spoken for!
HENRIETTA: He likes me!

LOUISA:
He's trying to be fair.
He will come to a decision.

But why shift my ground?
There's Mama and Papa
to think about.

Henry Hayter is a man
they both admire.

Arrangements
have been made!
Do come to your senses.

Good morning!
Good morning!

Won't you come in
and sit with us
a little?

Thank you. But we're
to go for a long walk.

-I am fond of a long walk.
-This is a very long walk.

Why is everybody always
supposing I am not
a good walker?

I should like to join
you very much.

Come on.
Let us fetch our wraps.

Mary, we have
our puzzle to fin...

-Good morning.
-Good morning!

-Louisa, Henrietta, Mary.
-We are going on a long walk.

-You tired, Charles?
-No.

-Neither am I.
Shall we join them?
-Ah. Good.

-Mary?
-That would be
a pleasure.

I wonder where the gig
will overturn today.

-Oh, do not be cruel.
-It happens every time
they go out.

He's a first - rate sailor,
but on land...

Fortunately, my sister
is as happy to be tossed
into the ditch as not.

Well, if I loved a man
as she loves the admiral,
I should do just the same.

Nothing would ever separate
us. And I would rather be
overturned by him...

than driven safely
by somebody else.

Fine words, Louisa.

Oh!
(LAUGHS)

I think you're trying
to get out of it!

Of course I'm trying
to get out of it!

Bless my soul,
that's Winthrop.

CHARLES:
I see Henry's finished
the new barn.

Now I think we had better
turn back. I am feeling
excessively tired!

Come along, Henrietta.

Now we've come this far,
I ought to call
on my aunt Hayter.

Mary, you will accompany me.

-Certainly not.
-You might rest
in her kitchen.

No. Indeed! Walking back
up that hill will do me
more harm...

than any sitting down
will do me good.

I intend to rest here and
then go home. Henrietta,
you may rest with me.

She does not want to go
down there either,
do you, dear?

Well, I will do my duty
to my aunt.

Louisa!

(SIGHS)

It's most unpleasant,
having such connections.

But I assure you, I have
never been in that house
above twice in my life.

(PANTING)

Shall we try and glean
some nuts in the hedgerow?

Indeed, yes.

My seat is damp.

I'm sure Louisa
has found a better.

Oh, leave her be, Mary.

No. I will not be damp.

LOUISA:
Oh, I could not bear
such nonsense!

I would not be turned
back from a thing I had
determined to do...

by the airs and interference
of such a person.

I am not so easily
persuaded.

Would she have turned
back then, but for you?

I am ashamed to say
that she would.

Henrietta is very lucky
to have you for a sister.

Stick always to your
purpose, Louisa.
Be firm.

I shall like you
the more for it.

Mary has a great deal too much
of the Elliot pride.

We all wish that Charles
had married Anne instead.

Did Charles want
to marry Anne?

-You don't know?
-You mean she
refused him?

Yes.
When was that?

Oh, about a year
before he married Mary.

If only Anne had accepted him.
We should have all liked her
a great deal better.

My parents think it was
Lady Russell's doing...

that my brother, not being
philosophical enough
for her taste,

she persuaded Anne
to refuse him.

I had better sit your side,
Anne, if you have had your
rest.

(SIGHS)

Mary.

Anne.

Captain Wentworth,
I don't believe
you know Mr. Hayter.

Captain Wentworth, Henry.

-Good day, sir.
-Good day, sir.

WENTWORTH:
Good day, Admiral!

ALL:
Good day!

-Sophy.
-Good day.

We've been to Winthrop
and back.

The ladies
must be exhausted!
(ALL DEMURING)

-There's a seat
for one.
-Yes!

-It will save
full a mile.
Yes!

(WHISPERS)
Take Anne. She's very tired.

Oh, Anne!
You must be tired!

Do give us the pleasure
of taking you home.

-Uh, there's not room,
Mrs. Croft.
ADMIRAL: Nonsense!

Sophy and I will squash up!
Were we all as slim as you,
there would be room for four!

But I...

There. Right.

ADMIRAL:
Walk on.

ALL:
Good-bye!

I wish Frederick would
spread more canvas...

and bring us home one of
those nice young ladies
to Kellynch.

This hesitation comes
of the peace.

If it were war, he would
have settled it long ago.

Do you not think, Sophy,
that your brother is ready
to fall in love?

I think my brother
is ready to make a very
foolish match, George.

Anybody between 15 and 30
may have him for the asking.

(BOTH LAUGH)
A little beauty,
a few smiles,

a few compliments of the
navy...
and he is a lost man.

Is it a love letter,
Frederick?

(GIGGLES)

No, it's from my
old friend Harville.
He's settled in Lyme.

How far away is that?
Sixteen, seventeen miles.

Then I'll ride there
tomorrow.

You are fond
of this Harville, I think.

Indeed I am. We've had some
great sport in the far corners
of the world.

Unfortunately,
he's not in good health...

a leg wound he got in the war.

But if you could meet him,
Charles, I'm sure you'd
love him as I do.

Hmm. Well, why don't
we make a visit?

All together. I've long
had a wish to see Lyme.

-Oh, let us go!
-Yes, Charles!
Please!

May we take Anne too?
Of course.

Let it be Anne's treat.
Soon she must leave us
for Bath.

LOUISA:
We're to go to Lyme, Mary!

I do not like the sea.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

(LAUGHING)

Before we enter
Harville's house, I must
warn you that lodging there...

is a Captain Benwick,
who was my first lieutenant
on the Laconia.

He was devoted to Harville's
sister and was set
to marry her on our return.

But Phoebe died while
we were still at sea.

I believe this is it.

Harville!

(MEN LAUGHING,
BABY CRYING)

Damn my eyes, it does me
good to see you!

Any friends of yours
are welcome in my house.
Charles!

May I introduce...
Uh, ahem.
Forgive me!

Ladies.
(LAUGHING)

Ah, may I introduce
Captain Harville,

Mrs. Harville
and Captain Benwick.

-Good day.
(ALL OFFERING GREETINGS)

I'm very pleased to meet
you all. You've certainly
cheered us up.

-Please treat our home
as if it were your own.
-Stay to supper.

-Have we food?
-Do you remember what
we ate in Minorca?

-Octopus!
-Octopus?

(ALL LAUGHING)

(CHATTING)

I remember...
(INDISTINCT)

I do admire the navy.

These sailors have more worth
than any other set of men
in England.

And what do you find
to occupy yourself with
in Lyme, Captain Benwick?

-I read.
-Well!

And what do you read,
Captain Benwick?

Poetry.

We are living through a great
age for poetry, I think.

You read it too,
Miss Elliot?

Tell me, do you prefer
"Marmion" or "The Lady
of the Lake"?

"Like the dew on the mountain,
like the foam on the river"...

(TOGETHER)
"Like the bubble on the
fountain, thou art gone...

"And forever."

(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)

"Fare thee well!
Thus disunited,

"Torn from every nearer tie,
Seared in heart...

"And lone and blighted...

"More than this,
I scarce can die."

I do not know that one.

Byron.
Ah.

You-You ought,
perhaps, to, uh...

include a larger
allowance of prose...

in your daily study.

Uh, too much poetry
may be...unsafe.

Thank you for your kindness.

But you cannot know the depths
of my despair.

Phoebe would have married me
before I went to sea.

But I told her...

I told her we should wait
for money.

Money!

Come now, Captain Benwick.

Come now.
You will rally again.

You must.
You have no conception
of what I have lost.

Yes, I have.

-Good morning, Anne.
-Good morning.

-Good morning.
-We were just on our way
back for breakfast.

We shall join you.

Oh! Madam,
I do apologize.

It is nothing, sir.

(ALL CHATTING)

Look. Kippers
for breakfast!

Fetch me a piece of
dry toast and some jam.
Mary!

Whose carriage is that,
landlord? It looks
pretty fine.

A gentleman of means, sir.

He come in last night
from Sidmouth, on his way
to Bath.

A Mr. Elliot.
Mr. Elliot?

Oh, it's the man
we passed on the beach.

It must be our cousin! Did
your servant say if he

belonged to the Kellynch
family?

No, ma'am.
Though he do say his master
will be a baronet one day.

There. It's him.
Mr. Elliot.

The heir to Kellynch Hall.

Do you think he had
the Elliot countenance?
I hardly noticed.

But I think he had something
of the Elliot countenance.
Do not you, Anne?

How very extraordinary.

What a pity we'd no chance
to introduce ourselves.

Mary. Father and Mr. Elliot
have not been on speaking
terms for several years.

They would neither of them
wish us to introduce
ourselves.

Hmm.

Quite lucky, then,
you didn't bump into him.

MARY:
Where's my toast?

I have enjoyed our debates.

I too.

-I wonder if I might...
-Mmm?

-That is...
-Yes?

CHARLES:
Let's go down
these stairs.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Come here, now.
Take care.

Oh, I don't like it.

Catch me.

Louisa, be careful.

There.

-HENRIETTA: Louisa!
-It's too high, Louisa.
Louisa, it's too high!

-HENRIETTA:
Don't be foolish!
-I am determined, Captain.

-Louisa! Do not
be so foolish!
-CHARLES: Louisa!

(THUNKING)

MARY:
She is dead!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)

CHARLES: Oh, Mary...
ANNE:
No, she breathes!

-What shall I do?
-Rub her temples!

-Louisa.
-Oh, God. Her father
and her mother!

Fetch a surgeon!

-No, no! Benwick!
Benwick will know where to go!
-Yes, of course.

ANNE:
Louisa?

-Carry her
to the Harvilles'.
-Yes!

ANNE:
Gently!

(HENRIETTA, MARY CRYING)

(HENRIETTA SNIFFLING)

A message should be sent
to Uppercross directly,

and Henrietta should be
taken home to her mother.

Either you or I must go,
Charles.

I cannot leave my sister.

MRS. HARVILLE
Lay her in my bed.

Well, I think it should be
Anne. No one's so capable as
Anne.

Ah... You...will stay?
Won't you?

Stay and nurse her.

Why should I go away
instead of Anne?

Anne is nothing to Louisa!
I am family.

-Really, it is too unkind!
CHARLES:
-Please, Mary.

No! Let Anne
take Henrietta.

(CHARLES SIGHS)

-If only I - If only...
-Yes.

Anne.

I regret that...

Damned foolish!

Damned foolish!
Get up!

(SCREAMING)
Oh, my God!
Please.

Go to the stables
and prepare the chaise.

You-You-You saddle the mare,
and Thomas-Thomas!

Thomas, come
and take this collar.

(DUCKS QUACKING, DOGS BARKING,
HORSES WHINNYING)

Uh, Barnaby!

( "THE MINSTREL BOY TO THE WAR
HAS GONE" )

(HORSE APPROACHING)

Mama!

(PANTING)

She'll live.

Mama!

Mama, she's conscious!

Mama, she'll live!

MRS. CLAY:
It always rains in Bath.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm pleased to have you
here with us, Anne.

Thank you, Father.

You'll make a fourth at
dinner. That must be deemed
an advantage.

No, I have frequently observed
that one handsome face
will be followed by 30...

or five and thirty frights.

Once, when I was standing
in a shop in Bond Street,

I counted 87 women go by,
one after the other,

without there being
a tolerable face among them.

But then,
it was a frosty morning,

which scarcely one woman
in 1,000 can stand the test
of.

And as for the men,
they're infinitely worse!

The streets
are full of scarecrows.

Mr. Elliot
is hardly a scarecrow.

Mr. Elliot
is not ill-looking at all.

Mr. Elliot?
Our cousin?

Mmm. Mr. Elliot
has been most attentive
during our time in Bath.

He's come to call
almost every day.

He has
a most engaging friend,
Colonel Wallis.

-But I thought...
-We may see him
this afternoon,

and then you shall perceive,
Anne, what a gentleman he is.

And such fine manners.

I saw him,
in fact, in Lyme.

(ELIZABETH LAUGHS)

-Saw whom?
-Mr. Elliot.

We met by chance
at Lyme.

-Perhaps it was Mr. Elliot.
-It was.

Well, I don't know!
It might have been!

Perhaps.

What's the news,
Sir Walter?

A concert
in the assembly room,

to be give in Italian.
Ugh!

A display of fireworks.

-But here is news indeed!
Most vital news!
-Father?

"The Dowager Lady Dalrymple
and the Honorable
Miss Carteret

"are arrived in Laura Place."

-Our cousins.
-Will they receive us?

They would not snub us,
surely.

If it please God,
let them not snub us.

-Mr. Elliot.
-Sir Walter.
-Ladies.

-I happened to be passing
by...
SIR WALTER: Come in. Come in.

You do not know,
I think, Mr. Elliot,
my younger daughter Anne.

Oh, we have had a glimpse
of each other, Sir Walter.

On the seashore
down at Lyme.

I heard of the terrible
accident there. Is the young
lady quite-?

She's making a good recovery,
I believe.

Thank you, Mr. Elliot.

-But slowly.
-Good. I'm glad.

It must
have been deeply distressing.

Yes.

-Which young lady, pray?
-One of the Musgroves.

Louisa.

Oh, the farmer's daughter.

LADY RUSSELL:
Mr. Elliot, a guest
at Camden Place?

Mr. Elliot?

ANNE: He paid his respects
and was received with great
cordiality.

But he and your father have
not exchanged one word since

his most inappropriate
marriage.

He is now a widower,
and shows a strong desire
for a reconciliation.

(HARP)

He holds my father,
he says, in high esteem.

It's perfectly natural
that, now he is older,

Mr. Elliot should begin
to appreciate the value
of blood connection.

WOMAN: Good morning,
Lady Russell.
-Good morning.

Has he manners?

Very good manners
and correct opinions and wide
knowledge of the world.

Oh, this is all
most agreeable.

The heir presumptive...
reformed and on good terms
with the head of his family.

Most agreeable.

I suspect Mr. Elliot also
wishes to be on good terms
with my sister Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth is many hours
at her dressing table
when Mr. Elliot is expected.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

What?

-Lady Willoughby, Sir Henry,
good morning!
-Good morning, Lady Russell.

Did you attend
the Philosophical Society?

-Why, yes.
-Was the resolution carried?

It was.
The atheists were routed.

-Thoroughly routed.
-Did dear Sir William speak?

He did...

-Oh, I am pleased
to see you!
-Miss Anne.

We are here to, uh,
improve the admiral's health.

Why, Admiral,
what is the problem?

Oh, dry land,
my dear, dry land.

It appears it does not
agree with me legs.

Oh, dear! Well, come
and take some of this water.

(CHATTERING)

Now that she is settled here,
I cannot suppose myself
wanted.

Perhaps I ought to go home.

There is no need to do that.
She is nothing to me,
compared to you.

My dear madam, as yet,
you have seen nothing of Bath.

You must not
run away from us now.
Oh!

-Ah!
-Good morning.

-Good morning.
-We wait this morning
upon our cousins, Anne...

the Dowager Lady Dalrymple and
the Honorable Miss Carteret.

-You'll accompany us,
I hope.
-If you wish.

A viscountess!
She is a viscountess!

And family.
Family connections
are always worth preserving.

We shall call
and be presented.

Your looks
are greatly improved, Anne.

You are less thin in your
person and in your cheeks, and
your complexion is fresher.

What are you using?
Gowland's lotion?

No, nothing.

I recommend Gowland's
during the spring months.

Mrs. Clay is using it, and you
see what it had done for her:

quite carried away her
freckles.

Sir Walter Elliot,
late of Kellynch Hall.

Lady Russell.

Miss Elizabeth Elliot.

Miss Anne Elliot.

(SOFTLY)
And?

Mrs. Clay.

And Mrs. Clay.

(ANNE LAUGHS)

My father declared it
a notable success!
(CHUCKLING)

But I can discern
no superiority of manner,

accomplishment or
understanding in the
Dalrymples,

and that is
all there is to it.

Good company
is always worth seeking.

They may be nothing,
but they will collect
good company around them.

My idea of good company,
Mr. Elliot,

is the fellowship of clever,
well-informed people...

who have a great deal
of conversation
and a liberality of ideas.

-That is what
I call good company.
-That is not good company.

That is the best.

Good company requires only
birth, education and manners.

And with regard to education,
it is not very particular.

(LAUGHS)
My dear cousin,

the Dalrymples will move
in the first set in Bath this
winter,

and as rank is rank,
your being related
will be highly advantageous.

I perceive
your value for rank
to be greater than mine.

-Not at all! You're
too proud to admit it.
-Am I?

Yes, I think
we are very alike.

Are we?
In what respect?

In one respect,
I am certain:

we both feel that every
opportunity for your father
to mix in the best society...

may be of use in diverting
his attentions from those
who are beneath him.

Never mind, Sir Walter.
(CHUCKLES)

You presume to know me
very well, Mr. Elliot.

In my heart,
I know you...

intimately.

Westgate Buildings?

And who is
this invalid you visit
in Westgate Buildings?

-A Mrs. Smith.
-A Mrs. Smith.

-A widow.
-A widow, Mrs. Smith,
and what is her attraction?

That she is old and sickly?
Upon my word, you have
extraordinary taste!

Everything that revolts other
people is inviting to you.

She is a former school fellow
of mine, and I am engaged to
spend this afternoon with her.

Lady Dalrymple's invitation
is most pressing.

Could you not put off
this old person 'til tomorrow?

It is the only afternoon
for some time which will
at once suit her and myself.

So you would snub Lady
Dalrymple for a Mrs. Smith,
lodging in Westgate Buildings?

And you would prefer
an everyday Mrs. Smith to your
own family connections...

among the nobility
of England and Ireland?

Mrs. Smith! Such a name!
Once and for all, will you or
will you not accompany us...

-at our cousins,
the Dalrymples?
-No, sir, I will not!

I have a prior engagement
with Mrs. Smith,

who is not the only widow
with little to live on
and no surname of dignity.

(GASPS)

Do you not suffer
from melancholy?

How can I be melancholy
when you are come to visit?

-Can you walk at all?
-No.

But I will not allow sickness
to ruin my spirits.

-Did your husband
leave you any money?
-Mmm. Very little.

His affairs
had utterly collapsed.

And it is all spent
on Nurse Rooke.

(NURSE LAUGHING)
-Who, besides carrying me
into the hot bath,

brings me my one source
of consolation:

delicious gossip
from the world outside.

So you are a spy,
Nurse Rooke?

I keep my ears open,
that's all.

And what have you heard
of my friend here?

Well, I know her cousin,
Mr. Elliot, thinks...

terribly highly of her.

How on earth
do you know that?

I attend on Colonel Wallis'
wife who's indisposed with a
baby,

and she says that Colonel
Wallis says that Mr. Elliot
says...

That's enough!
(NURSE, MRS. SMITH LAUGHING)

You see, Anne,
there are no secrets in Bath.

-Do you remember
my brother-in-law Frederick?
-Yes.

Well, we thought he was to
marry Louisa Musgrove.
MAN: Good day, Admiral.

Oh, how d'you do?

-He courted her
week after week.
-Yes.

The only wonder was,
what were they waiting for?

'Til the business
at Lyme happened,

when, of course, it was clear
that they must wait 'til her
brain was set to right.

Now the matter
has taken the strangest turn:

Frederick has
removed to Shropshire.

MAN:
Good morning, Admiral.
How d'you do?

And the young lady,
instead of being to marry him,

is to marry James Benwick.

You know James Benwick.

I-I'm a little acquainted
with Captain Benwick, yes.

Well, she is to marry him.

I confess I am amazed!

Aye, certainly
it is unforeseen,
but it's true.

We have it in a letter
from Frederick himself.

But their minds
are so dissimilar.

Yes, but they were
thrown together several weeks.

And, uh, Louisa,

just recovering from illness,
would have been
in an interesting state.

No doubt Louisa will
learn to be an enthusiast
for Scott and Byron.

Nay, that's learned already.

Of course!

Of course! They fell in love
over poetry.

So, Frederick
is unshackled and free.

And, um, is he bitter?

Not at all.
Not at all.

The letter is sanguine.

There is barely an oath
in it from beginning to end.
(CHUCKLES)

You would not think from his
way of writing that he had
thought about this young...

um, what's her name?

-Louisa.
-Yes, Louisa...
for himself at all.

So... Poor Frederick
will have to begin
all over again...

with somebody else.

Oh, that's better.

Oh, this rain.

I'm sure Mr. Elliot
will return in a moment.

I believe that Molland's
marzipan is as fine
as any in Bath.

Do not you,
Penelope?

Oh! Yes, it is.

It is quite as fine.

I have found
Lady Dalrymple's carriage.

She will be pleased to convey
you home. She has, alas,
room only for two.

-It's no trouble to walk.
-Nonsense! You have
a cold. Anne can walk.

Really, I am content.

You might show me that parasol
that you mentioned.

You'll ruin your shoes.

Anne has thick boots on.

Mr. Elliot,
would you be so kind?

I should be delighted
to escort Miss Anne.

Then that's settled.

Please tell the coachman
that we're ready.

(SHOP BELL DINGS)

(GASPS)

Miss Anne.
Are you unwell?

I will just...
I'll just get some water.

Excuse me.

(SHOP BELL DINGS)

Good morning,
Captain Wentworth.

Miss Elliot.

So, you are
come to Bath?

Well, yes, I-I am.

And how do you like it?

Bath? Well,
I've yet to see it.

Of course.

Your family?

Yes?

-Are they in health?
-They are.

They are. Thank you.

And you?
Are you, er, in health?

I'm very well, indeed.
Thank you, Captain.

(SHOP BELL DINGS)
Lady Dalrymple's
carriage...

-for the Miss Elliots.
ELIZABETH:
-That's us.

You're not going too?

There's no room.
I shall walk.

-It's raining.
-Very little.

Nothing that I regard.
I-I like to walk.

Though I only
got here yesterday,
I'm already armed for Bath.

(LAUGHS)
Please, take it.

Oh, thank you.

I'm so sorry to have kept you
waiting. Shall we set off?
The rain has eased.

Good morning, Captain.

(CHATTERING QUIETLY)

(CHATTERING, LAUGHING)

How do you do, Captain?

Well. Thank you,
Miss Elliot.

You have come
for the concert?

No, I have come
for a lecture on navigation.
Am I in the wrong place?

(CHUCKLES)

I've hardly seen you since
that wretched day at Lyme.

I'm afraid you must
have suffered somewhat
from the shock...

the more so from it not
overpowering you at the time.

Oh, I do not think
I was in danger from suffering
from not being overpowered.

Thank you, Captain.
(CHUCKLES)

When you had the presence
of mind to send Captain
Benwick for a surgeon,

I bet you had little idea
of the consequences.

No, I had none.

But I hope it will be
a very happy match.

Indeed. I too wish them luck.
They have no difficulties
to contend with at home:

no opposition, no caprice,
no delays.

And yet...
(SIGHS)

Louisa Musgrove
is a very amiable,
sweet-tempered girl...

and not unintelligent...
But Benwick,
he's something more.

He's a clever man,
a reading man.

And I do view...

suddenly attaching himself
to her like that...
a man in his situation:

with a broken heart.

Phoebe Harville
was a wonderful woman,
and he was devoted to her.

And a man does not recover
from such a devotion
to such a woman.

He ought not.
He does not.

Did you stay long at Lyme?

Uh, a fortnight.

'Til we were assured
of Louisa's recovery.

The country round about
is very fine. I walked
and rode a great deal.

-I should like
to see it again.
-I would have thought...

I mean, the distress!
Too painful.

But when the pain is over...

I have traveled so little,
every fresh place
is of interest to me.

One day I should very much
like to see it again.

It was my doing.
Solely mine.

Louisa would not
have been obstinate,
if I had not been weak.

(PEOPLE'S CHATTERING
INTENSIFIES)

(ANNOUNCER)
Ladies and gentlemen.
-Anne... I have never...

(PEOPLE MURMURING)
Lady Dalrymple.
Lady Dalrymple.

(CHATTERING DECREASES)

Lady Dalrymple.

May I have the pleasure?

(WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

(CONTINUES)

(ANNE WHISPERING)
And after they have done this,
their two hearts will...

uh, combine in eternal union.

That is the literal meaning
of the words.

To give the sense would not,
I think, be proper.

And besides,
I am a poor Italian scholar.

Yes,
I see you are.

You have only enough
of the language
to translate it at sight...

into clear,
comprehensible English.

You need not say anything more
of your ignorance.
Here is complete proof.

Well, I should hate to be
examined by a real proficient,
Mr. Elliot.

You are too modest.

The world is not aware of half
of your accomplishments.

-This is too much flattery.
-I do not think I could
ever flatter you enough.

SIR WALTER:
A well-looking man.
A very well-looking man.

A very fine young man indeed.
More air than one often sees
in Bath. Irish, I dare say.

SIR WALTER:
Captain Wentworth of the navy.
A bowing acquaintance.

His sister is married
to a tenant of mine
in Somersetshire.

Do you take my meaning, Anne?
Or must I translate for you?

Please, excuse me a moment.

-Oh, Captain.
A-Are you leaving already?
-Yes.

But the music is good,
is it not?

I neither know nor care.

But will you not st...
What?

-Oh, this is too sudden!
-Is it?

-But, what is the matter
with you?
-Nothing. Nothing at all.

Miss Elliot, you must come
back to explain the Italian
again.

Miss Carteret is anxious
to know what she is to hear.

-Good night.
-But the next song
is very beautiful.

It's a very
beautiful love song.

Is that not worth
your staying for?

No, there's nothing worth
my staying for.

(WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)

Anne, it's beginning.

-Morning.
-Good morning, sir.

-Thank you. Good morning.
-Oh, I say, Charles!

Isn't it delightful?

But, Mary, dear,
where are you staying?

We are at the White Hart with
Mrs. Musgrove and Henrietta
and Captain Harville.

-You remember him,
Anne, from Lyme.
-Of course.

-Come and see upstairs.
MARY:
-Yes!

And what brings
old Mrs. Musgrove to Bath?

She's come
to buy wedding clothes
for Henrietta and Louisa.

It is so exciting.
It makes me feel giddy.
A double wedding!

What do you think
for Louisa's hair, Anne?

This one or this one?

Oh, Louisa is become so
severe, I wonder she will want
a ribbon in her hair at all.

Give her a book of verse
to hold instead.

Look who I found, Mama.

-Captain Wentworth.
-Good day.

I've done something
you will like:

I've been to the theater
and secured a box
for tomorrow night.

Oh, Charles!
Anne, you will
accompany us, I do hope.

I am obliged to you,
Mrs. Musgrove, but I cannot.

There is an evening party
at Camden Place...

to which you shall
all be invited.

What's an evening party?

Oh, if it depended only on me,
Charles, I assure you I should
prefer the theater,

but I have an obligation
to my family.

Then we shall go another time
when you are free to join us.

Thank you.

Captain Harville, come and sit
with me. I am desperately
in need of a fresh opinion.

Perhaps you have not been
in Bath long enough...

to learn to enjoy
these parties they give.

They mean nothing to me.

Those who hold them
believe the theater
to be beneath their dignity.

But I am no card player.

No, you never were,
were you?

MARY:
Anne, there is Mrs. Clay,
I am sure,

standing under the colonnade,
and a gentleman with her.

Bless my soul,
it's Mr. Elliot!

No, it cannot be Mr. Elliot.
He's gone out of Bath
for two days...

to stay with his friends
in Combe Park.

I think I may be supposed
to know my own cousin.
Come and look.

Is it not Mr. Elliot?

But you must see the aptness
of the match.

You would step
into your dear mother's shoes
as mistress of Kellynch.

Anybody capable of thought
must approve it.

He is very charming,
but my instinct tells me...

Instinct!
This is no time for instinct!
Look at the facts!

-The present Mr. Elliot...
-But what
of the past Mr. Elliot?

Why has his character altered
so completely? Why do I feel
I know him so little?

-You do not know him?
-Oh, he is charming.
He is clever, but I...

I have never seen any burst
of feeling,

any warmth of fury
or delight.

You will come to know him.

That is not what I want!

Miss Elliot?

There is a gentleman
of the navy wishes to meet
privately with you...

concerning Kellynch Hall
in Somerset, he says.

It must be the admiral.
Please, excuse me.

I have a commission
from my admiral,
and I must discharge it,

though you may
think me impertinent.

But remember:
I speak for him.

The admiral is aware
that everything
is settled for a union...

between Mr. Elliot
and yourself.
Oh!

It has occurred to the admiral
that when you are married,

it might be your wish
to return to Kellynch Hall.

And I have been
charged to tell you that if
this should be what you wish,

the admiral
will cancel his lease...

and that he and my sister will
find themselves another place.

There, I've done my duty.

Do you wish it?
All you have to do
is give me a yes or a no,

and we are both released.

The admiral is too kind.

Just say it:
yes or no.

-Why is everyone assuming
that...
-Captain Wentworth.

(SIGHS)

Lady Russell.

You have
an extraordinary ability
to discompose my friend, sir.

You have
an extraordinary ability
to influence her, ma'am,

for which I find it
hard to forgive you.

Bless you, ma'am.
Thank you very much.

Oh, why does the town suffer
this dreadful misapprehension
that I shall marry him?

-Well, shan't you?
-No!

Oh! Well, I have to say
I'm relieved to hear it.

-Why?
-Because...

did you never wonder why
a man who had held your family
as cheap as dirt,

who showed not
the slightest interest
in the Kellynch estate,

should suddenly
show such interest?

-What do you know?
-I was at Colonel Wallis'
yesterday,

and I chanced to hear him
complain to his wife...

that Mr. Elliot
required another loan.

-But he is rich!
-No!
-He was rich.

He has lost it.
His style of life is a sham.
He lives on borrowed money.

Are you saying he pays
his attentions to me
because he wants...

He wants the title. He wants
the land. He heard of your
sister's friend, Mrs. Clay...

Who is hoping to become
the next Lady Elliot...

And to provide
Sir Walter with a son!

-An heir...
-So, if he marries you,

he gains some footing
in the family and exerts his
influence on your father...

And keeps his inheritance.

Why did you say nothing
of this before?

-We have only just learnt it.
-How despicable!

(CHATTERING)

Good morning,
Mrs. Musgrove.

-Good morning.
-Mrs. Croft. Oh, they are
all gone shopping,

but Henrietta has given me
strict instructions to keep
you here 'til they return.

-Please come
and sit with us.
-Oh, thank you.

And so, ma'am,
all things considered,

as Henry Hayter was wild
about it, and my daughter
pretty near as bad,

we thought let them marry
at once and make the best of
it.

At any rate,
said I to Papa,

it will be better
than a long engagement.

Oh, there is nothing I so
abominate for young people
as a long engagement.

It is always...
(CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)

Do you know who this is?

-Oh, that's Captain Benwick.
-Yes.

But it was not done
for Louisa Musgrove.

This was drawn at the cape
for my poor sister.

And now I have the charge
of getting it set
for another.

It's too much for me,
I confess.

So he undertakes it.

He's writing instructions
to the frame makers now.

Poor Phoebe.

She would not have
forgotten him so soon.

It was not in her nature.

It would not be in the nature
of any woman who truly loved.

Do you claim that
for your sex?

We do not forget you
as soon as you forget us.

We cannot help ourselves.

We live at home...

quiet, confined...

and our feelings
prey upon us.

You always have business
of some sort to take you
back into the world.

I won't allow it to be any
more man's nature than woman's
to be inconstant...

or to forget those they love
or have loved.

I believe the reverse.

I believe in...
(THUD)

HARVILLE:
Have you finished
your letter?

Uh, not quite.
A few lines yet.

Let me just observe that
all histories are against you,

all stories-prose and verse.

I don't think I ever opened
a book in my life...

which did not have something
to say on women's fickleness.

-But they were
all written by men.
-(LAUGHS) I suppose so.

If I could only make you
understand what a man suffers
when he takes a last look...

at his wife and children...

and watches the boat
that he has sent them off in -
as long as it's in sight...

and then turns away and says,
"God knows whether we'll
ever meet again."

If I could only show you
the glow of his soul...

when he does see
them once more.

When coming back after a
12-month, perhaps, and obliged
to put into another port,

he calculates how soon
he can get them there,

pretending to deceive himself
and saying,

"They cannot be here
'til such a day,"

but all the while hoping
for them 12 hours sooner,

and seeing them arrive at
last,

as if Heaven
had given them wings.

Oh, I believe you capable
of everything great and good,

so long as...

if I may...

so long as
the woman you love lives,

and lives for you.

All the privilege
I claim for my own sex...

and it is not a very enviable
one, you need not covet it...

is that of loving longest,
when all hope is gone.

(BELL CHIMING THE HOUR)
-Here, Frederick, you and I
must part company, I believe.

One moment, Sophy.

But we shall all have the
pleasure of meeting again
this evening at your party.

Harville, if you are ready,
I am at your service.

Good morning, Miss Elliot,
and God bless.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Now where on earth
have Henrietta and Mary
got themselves to?

Mmm.
Forgive me, Mrs. Musgrove,
I left my umbrella.

-Ma'am.
-Good day,
Captain Wentworth.

(WENTWORTH'S VOICE)
"I can listen no longer
in silence.

"I must speak to you
by such means as are
within my reach.

"You pierce my soul.

"I am half agony, half hope.

"Tell me not
that I am too late,

"that such precious feelings
are gone forever.

"I offer myself to you again
with a heart even more
your own...

"than when you almost
broke it eight years
and a half ago.

"Dare not say that man forgets
sooner than woman,

"that his love has
an earlier death.

"I have loved none
but you.

"Unjust I may have been,
weak and resentful I have
been, but never inconstant.

"You alone have brought me
to Bath.

"For you alone,
I think and plan.

"Have you not seen this?
Can you fail to have
understood my wishes?

"I had not waited even these
ten days, could I have
read your feelings.

"I must go,
uncertain of my fate,

"but I shall return hither,
or follow your party
as soon as possible.

"A word,
a look will be enough...

"to decide whether
I enter your father's house
this evening or never."

(MARY, HENRIETTY,
CHARLES CHATTERING)

MRS. MUSGROVE:
I waited for you.
I've told you...

(CHATTERING)

-Charles liked it.
-Did he?

CHARLES:
Anne, is something
the matter?

Anne! Look at you!

Oh, I-I feel a little faint,
Mrs. Musgrove.

Um, I will go home,
if I may?

By all means, my dear.
Go home directly and
take care of yourself...

so you may be fit
for this evening.

-Yes.
-Charles, go
and call a chair.

No, no, no! I assure you,
Mrs. Musgrove, I am...

I am well able to walk.

-Um, good morning.
-See you
this evening.

Go on.

Charles, I want you
to assure Captain Wentworth
and Captain Harville...

that we hope
to see them tonight.

-It was understood.
I'm sure it was understood.
-No, no, no!

I don't think it was
understood. They must come!
Do you hear?

You will see them again
this morning. Do you promise
me you will mention it?

You may mention it yourself.
Frederick, which way
are you going?

-I hardly know.
-Are you going
near Camden Place?

If you are, I have no scruple
in asking you to take Anne
to her door.

She's rather done,
and I am eager
to be at the gunsmith's.

He promised me
the sight of a capital gun
he's about to send off,

a good deal like
that double-barrel
which you once shot with.

-I shall have time
to take her, Charles.
-I thank you.

I tried to forget you.

I thought I had.

(CIRCUS TROUPE PASSING)

(CIRCUS ANNOUNCER CALLING
IN ITALIAN)

(CIRCUS BAND)

(ANNOUNCER CONTINUES)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(QUIET PARTY CHATTER)

When Captain Wentworth
arrives, you must not
monopolize him!

It's a very bad habit of
yours.

(SNEEZES)

Aye, Bonaparte
has got off Elba...

and raised an army
in France.

It seems
there's to be another war.

HENRIETTA:
So you will be leaving us
again, Admiral Croft?

(SOFTLY)
When you make a decision,
Anne, you must stick with it.

There's no going back.

At your age,
I found out what I wanted,

and I decided to marry.

And I am married...
'til I die.

I hope one day
to see you do the same.

I hope so too.

Miss Elliot,
may we speak a moment.

Have you thought any further
about my offer?

What offer was that,
Mr. Elliot?

My offer
to flatter and adore you
all the days of your life.

I haven't really
had a moment, Mr. Elliot,
to turn my mind to it.

SERVANT:
Captain Wentworth
and Captain Harville.

Captain Wentworth, come in!
Come in. What will you play?
Whist?

-I have come on business,
Sir Walter.
-Business?

My proposal of marriage...

to your daughter Anne
has been accepted,

and I respectfully request
permission to fix a date.

Anne?

You want to marry Anne?

Whatever for?

(WOMAN SINGING IN ITALIAN)