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[Woman Singing]
�� She walks in beauty ��

�� Like the night ��

�� Ofcloudless climes ��

�� And starry skies ��

�� And all that's best ��

�� Ofdark and bright ��

�� Meet in her aspect ��

�� And her eyes ��

�� Thus mellow'd to that tender light ��

�� Which heaven to gaudy day ��

�� Denies ��

�� She walks in beauty ��

�� Like the night ��

�� Ofcloudless climes ��

�� And starry skies ��

�� She walks in beauty ��

�� Like the night ��

�� Ofcloudless climes ��

�� And starry skies ���

[ Dogs Barking ]
[ Chatteri ng ]

- Look after your carriage, m ister.
- Oh, please, sir! Please!

- [ Girl: As Nobleman ]
Is this your daughter, madame?
- [ Man Laughing ]

I will take her, half cash down
and halfin consuls.

[ Laughing, Coughing ]

Surely, Mama, you cannot sell me
to the highest bidder, though he is a lord.

Why ever not, child?

We cannot flout the rules
of good society.

[ Woman Chattering, Indistinct ]

[ Squealing, Grunting ]

Mind your backs. Excuse us.
[ Chickens Clucking ]

[Girl Puppeteer]
You can catch a lord
with 30,000--

Is this an inconvenient moment?

I've returned for another look, Mr. Sharp,
but I can always come back another time.

No need, mylord.
There it is.

Virtue Betrayed.

Look.
Look as long as you want.

- And the price?
- Four guineas, my lord.J ust as I said.

They're all four guineas.

Not that one!
That one is 1 0!

Virtue Betrayed is 1 0 guineas.

- Oh, but that is too much, little miss.
- Good.

The model was my late wife.
The child doesn't want to part with it.

And ifl giveyou 1 0 guineas
for this picture ofyour mother,

will you be happy then
to see it go?

No.
But it will be too much to refuse.

Hmph. Verywell then.

Ten guineas it shall be.

[ Man ]
Mark!
[ Chuckling ]

I'm verymuch obliged, sir.

- [Nobleman ]
Gooddaytoyou, Mr. Sharp.
- Good day, my lord.

The orphanage can take her,
but I thought you might find her useful.

With both parents dead,
there's no one to fuss.

You can...
do what you like with the child.

Hmm.
How fluent is her French?

Oh, very.
Her motherwas Parisian.

An opera girl.

I see.

Well, the less said
about that the better.

Good-bye, Miss Sedley.
You are a credit to us.

Take this copy ofthe great
Dr.Johnson's dictionary
as a token of our good wishes.

Thankyou,
Miss Pinkerton.

You've tidied the library?
Yes, Miss Green.

And the sheet music?
It's all put away?

Yes, it is,
Miss Green.
Well, what about the study hall?

Haveyou swept it
thoroughly?
I have and for the last time.

[ Scoffs ]
Don't be too sure, Miss Sharp.

Life can be very unpredictable.

Oh, I do hope so,
Miss Green.

[ Excited Chatter]

[ Sighs ]

Miss Sharp,
I can'tpretend to understand...

whyyou prefer the post
of a country governess
to your position here.

- Can you not, Miss Pinkerton?
- And you feel quite ready to leave us?

[ Speaking French ]

I'm glad to hear it.
Then good day toyou,
Miss Sharp.

Good day.

[ Girls Bidding Farewell ]

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

Oh, Miss Pinkerton?

Am I not to have
myJohnson's dictionary?

Verywell.
Hereyou are.

Treat it as a symbol ofthe education
we have given you.

I certainlywill,
Miss Pinkerton.

[Girls]
Bye!

[ Giggling ]

[ Girls Shouting Farewells ]

Sillyoldtrout.
She doesn't knowa wordofFrench,
though she's too proud to admit it.

Vive la France!

Vive Napoleon!

Becky, how can you be
so wicked and vengeful?

And why not?
In all the years I spent there,

I only ever knew
kind words from you.

Revenge maybe wicked,
but it's perfectly natural.

Perhaps it is.
Butyou're wrong to make me say so.

Never mind that.
Let's talk ofhow I'm to spend
myprecious week offreedom.

My fi rst priority
is to form an opi nion
of Captain Osborne.

I take that duty
very seriously, you know.

I t will not tax you.
George is quite perfect.

- Andso he should be. Andyourparents?
- [ Coachman ] Get on there!

I must confess
I 'm a little nervous of them.

J ust be yourself
and everyone will love you.
I do.

- Tell me more about your brother.
-Jos?

[ Laughs ]
There's nothing to add
to whatyou already know.

He's home on leave from India.
The position is a fine one.

It has made him rich.

But I'm afraid his life is a lonely one.

If only he were married.

[ Giggles ]
[Laughing]

Come on! Get up!

And what children exactly...

are to have the benefit of
your instruction, Miss Sharp?

The daughters ofSir Pitt Crawley
ofQueen's Crawley, ma'am.

He's among the first
gentlemen ofHampshire.

Orso I was told
when I applied for the position.

Mmm.
He is not so prominent that
we have ever heard of him.

Do you know the county at all?
No.

But that does not frighten me.
I love to visit new places.

- Really?
- Oh, indeed!

How I envy men who can explore for
themselves all the wonders ofthe world.

[Silverware Clatters On Plate ]

And, uh, shouldyou like
to visit India, doyou think?

India?
I cannot think ofanywhere
I'd rather see.

The palaces of Del hi,
the T aj Mahal,
the Burning Ghats--

Have you made a study
of I ndia, Miss Sharp?

[ Grunting Chuckle ]
Notso much
as I wouldlike.

I'm enraptured with every scent
and flavor ofthe East.

Oh, gad, ifyou think so.

Biju, fetch a plate.

[ Indistinct ]

Becky, be careful!
Those curries can burn!

So, Miss Sharp, how do you
find your first taste of I ndia?

[ Pants ]
Delicious.

[ Laughs ]
��� [Piano ]

�� Over the mountains ��

�� And over the waves ��

�� Underthe fountains ��

�� And underthe graves ��

�� Under floods
that are deepest ��

��Which Neptune obey ��

�� Over rocks that are steepest ��

�� Love will find out��

�� The way ���

[Applause Continue ]

My word, Miss Sharp.

You've the voice of an angel
in heaven.

Oh.
Yes.

You must have some lessons,
my dear.

Captain Dobbin!

Is George not here?
Yes.
Where is my dear godson?

Pray don't concern yourselves.
George sends his regrets.

- Work holds him prisoner.
- But he is coming to the picnic
at Vauxhall tomorrow?

- Do please say that he is.
- Oh, he wouldn't miss it forworlds.

- [ Breathless Chuckle ]
- [ Clock Tolling]

Come to bed, now.

You must be finished
with all those boring
old numbers.

If only I could be.

I wish Jos wasn't
taking her to this silly
Vauxhall picnic.

He'll drink too much,
and who knows what he'll say
ifthe little minxworks on him.

LetJos marrywhom he likes.
She has no fortune,
but nor had you.

[Woman Laughs ]
Better her than a black
Mrs. Sedley from BoggleyWollah...

and her dozen
mahogany grandchildren.
Now, now, now.

��� [ East Indian ]
[ Chattering ]

��� [ Continues ]

[ Drunken Laughing ]
George,
your Amelia awaits.

[ Coin Clinks ]
Ho-hum, Dobbs.

Unflagging devotion is all verywell,
but it does rather take out the challenge.

So tell me, what is
the hanger-on governess like?

Amelia.
Miss Sharp.
Thankyou.

Step carefully now.

[Amelia ]
Andhere he is. It's George.

My dear Amelia.
I can't tell you how much Becky
has been longing to meet you.

I want to be quite sure you're
good enough for dear Amelia.
[Amelia Giggles ]

And who's to decide? You?

Oh, but, Becky only meant--

Come, Miss Becky.

May I show you the pavilion
and all the delights I've prepared for us?

You may show me anything
you choose, Mr. Sedley.

She was onlyjoking.
I don't care for governesses
to joke at my expense.

[ Laughing ]
[ Giggling ]

Miss Sharp! Miss Sharp!

I thought I was to help unravel your silks,
not to be sold into slavery.

Nonsense, Mr. Sedley.

Stay still, I beg you,
or I shall never have
them untangled.

[ Laughing ]
I surrender.

I am your prisoner.

You have only to ask
and I shall releaseyou.

But...
whywould I everwant that?

Hmm.

I hopeJos isn't
getting in too deep.

Becky is my friend,
dearest George.

And I would welcome her
as a sister, as I hopeyou would.

[Joseph ]
Biiju, we're ready.
Hmm.

[ Squawks ]

[Squawking Continues ]

Dearest Miss Sharp,
I give him to you.

What?
Your beautiful bird?

No, I couldn't!

You sayyou love everything
that comes from India.

Take him.

He is my ambassador.
[ Clucks Tongue ]
[ Squawks ]

Hello.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Laughs ]

���[Drums Beating]

[ Chattering, Indistinct ]

���[Drumming Continue ]

[ Squawks ]
Amelia!

Well?
[ Laughs ]

He called me "dearest" twice,
and he squeezed my hand.

And look.
He gave me his precious bird.

- Well, surely that is a good sign.
- I know! I know!

Feel my heart,
how it beats.
[ Both Laugh ]

What areyou playing at
with the little governess?

- Well, I told her I was--
-Jos.Jos.

You've forgotten
how these things work.

Doyou think the fellas
down at the club...

would let theirwives
dine with a governess?

Seriously,Jos,
ifI'm to marryyour sister--

If?

[Amelia ]
What are theytalking about?
Canyou guess?

Yes.
I think I probably can.

��� [Drumming, Music Continue ]

[ Squawks ]
[ Gasps ]

[ Man Shouting, I ndistinct ]

Oh, Becky, who knows?

It might turn out to be
a blessing in disguise.

The disguise
is very convincing.

Good luck.

Here. This is foryou.

Oh.
It's one ofmyfather's.

I've nothing else to give.

Oh, I couldn't.
Take it.

I wantyou to have it.

At least I know
it will be safe with you.

Oh, Becky!

[ Shouting, Indistinct ]

Good stuff!. Inside!
[Horse Neighing]

Offl go then.

Couldn't I pay for a seat inside?

They're all taken.
But don't worry.
I prefer the open air.

[Man ]
Hello, madame.
Hurryalong now!

Bye!

- [ Sad Chuckle ]
- [Man ] Get it on there!

Queen's Crawley!

[ Sighs ]

[ Door Groans, Creaks ]

Yes?

Can you tell Sir Pitt Crawley
that Miss Sharp has arrived.

And bring in my trunk
ifyou please.

- Miss Sharp?
- Yes, Miss Rebecca Sharp.

[ Grunts ]
Governess toyour master's children.
Now, will you kindly let me pass?

Certainly.

As for telling Sir Pitt,
there's no need.

Why not?
You've just told him yourself.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Dog Whimpering ]

[Creature Screeching]

[Wings Fluttering]

[Man Chanting]
�� Forthese andall Thy othergifts ��

�� May the Lord make us truly thankful ��

�� Amen ���
Ah!

You haven't met Lady Crawley,
my dear.

She's the girls' mother.
She's not the mother of my sons.

Is she, Pitt? No.

Pitt's mother, my first wife,
she was the daughter of a lord,

which makes him grander
than all ofus put together,
doesn't it, Pitt?

[ Blubbers ]
Whateveryou say, sir.

Oh, yes. Very grand.

Too grand for me.
But this one ain't.

Herfather was an ironmonger,
wasn't he, mylady?

He was, sir.
Yeah.

When shall we discuss
the girls' lessons?

My strengths are music,
drawing and French,

but I can teach them
whateveryou wish.

You'll be kind to my girls,
Miss Sharp?

[ Croaking ]
Oh!

Don't worry. I'll treat them
just as sensitively as they deserve.

Hmph.
Hmph.

What is this?
It's, uh,

"Potage de mouton a l'Ecossaise. "

Oh, mutton broth.

What sheep was it, Horrocks?
When did you kill?

One of the black-faced Scots, Sir Pitt.
We killed on Thursday.

Did she squeal?
Didn't she just.

Oh, good.
Always improves the flavor, that.
[ Slurps Loudly]

Oh.
[Becky's Voice ]
"To be honest, dearestAmelia,

"Sir Pitt is not what you and I
would think a baronet should be.

More ancient stable than ancient fable."

No lights after 1 1:00,
you little hussy.

Go to bed in the dark,

unless you'd like me to come in
foryour candle every night, hmm?

[ Laughs ]

"All in all, myhopes forthe familylie
with Sir Pitt'syoungerson,

Captain Rawdon Crawley,
who will soon be back from
his regiment. "

I would I i ke...

to go to Spai n.

Je voudrais allez en Spain.

And that's an " E."

[ Becky]
"His brother, Mr. Pitt Crawley, meanwhile,
has the charm ofan undertaker...

and the humor ofa corpse. "

[ Clears Throat ]
U h, Miss Sharp,

I thought you might like to see
my pamphlet on the Chickasaw tribes.

I swear, Mr. Crawley,
you must be a mind reader.

For there is no subject
of more interest to me.

"You'll be happy to hear I've found a way
to make myself indispensable to Sir Pitt.

There is to be a visitor
at Humdrum Hall. "

Please!
Be careful with that.

"SirPitt has a half-sister
as rich as Croesus,

whom, orshould I say which,
he adores. "
No! No, no!

[ Dog Barking]
No, no, no, no!
She's organizing those!

[ Grumbling ]

[ Sneezes ]
Stupid wench!

"And now he is all ofa dither
to make the house ready
to receive her."

Up! Up, up, up!

A little higher.
[Sneezes ]

"We are quite a party.

"Mr. Pitt's intended,
LadyJane Sheepshanks,
has arrived with her mother,

"the old Countess ofSouthdown,
whom Sir Pitt detests.

"I promise you, dearest Amelia,
that by the time I have finished,
H m m.

"the old man will have
a very proper sense ofthe merits
ofhis latest employee.

I will bring order from chaos
and light from darkness."

Quickly now!
Sorry, si r.

[ Dog Whimpers ]
By Heaven!

Miss Becky,
we don't deserve you.

[ Coachman ]
Steady now! Steady! Steady!

"Theysay Miss Crawley
means to leave her fortune
to Captain Rawdon Crawley,

who will accompany her
for the ijourney."

I see Pitt's i ntended is among the guests.
They'll be after you to marry next.

Oh, Aunt Tilly, how could I,
when my heart belongs to you?

- Matilda!
- Wicked boy!

[ Dog Whimpering ]
Welcome.

Brother.
You know
Lady Southdown, I think,

and her daughter, LadyJane.

Aunt Matilda,
on behalf ofthe entire Crawley--

Keepyour toadying
till I get to a fire.

You can suck up all you wish
once I'm warm.

Well, that's put us in our place.

We may have the titles, Mama,
but Miss Crawley has the money.

Mm, and don't we know it.

[Man Shouting]
Put the trunk inside!

[Workers'Shouts Continue ]
Now, Miss Becky,

this is myyounger son,
Rawdon.

And mindyou stay clear
ofhis fluttering lashes.

He breaks hearts
for a hobby, but...

he's a soldier
through and through.

- I'm warned.
- Mm-hmm.

��� [Woman Singing Badly]

[Men Chattering]

- ��� [Piano ]
- With a little liquor, I can do it.

You must be bored
as a brick down here.

I have your father
and brother for company.

Precisely.

Not a great many laughs
in Miss Crawley, I can tell you.

I seem to remember
anchovy paste is a favorite delicacy
ofyours, Aunt Tilly.

But not for do-- doggies.

I don't agree.
I suspect she's the quickest wit
in the room.

No, no, no.
I mean my brother, not my aunt.

They used to call him
"Miss Crawley" at Eton.

Go on. Admit it.

He looks a little underweight.
He's the dullest dog
in shoe leather.

Really, Captain Crawley.

Are you trying to steer me
towards an indiscretion?

Why?

Would you like me to?

No man has managed it yet.

- What was that?
- Nothing. A false note.

Allez, Rose, Celia. Depechez.

- Faites vosa obeissances a votre tante.
- [ Girl Speaking In French ]

[Rawdon ]
Don't wasteyourtime,
Miss Sharp.

All foreign languages
are ancient Greek to my sisters.

[ Girl Speaks French ]
And they always will be
ifthey're not spoken before them.

I quite agree, Miss Sharp.
What a treat to find someone
cultured in this house.

Vous parlez bien.
Merci.
My motherwas French.

A French mother?

Now, that's altogether
too romantic for a governess.

Who was she?
Have you heard
ofthe Montmorencys?

Who has not?

So,you're an impoverishedaristocrat.

Pity.
I had you down for an adventuress.

And are they mutually exclusive?

Oh, please tell me there's something
disreputable inyourpast.

Well, my father was an artist.

[ Dog Whimpers ]
Ah, that's better.
A starving one, I hope.

Absolutely ravenous.

Who's ravenous... besides me?

Horrocks? When's dinner?
Any minute now,
Sir Pitt.

Good.
I'd best excuse myself.

Come along, girls.

- Is Miss Sharp not to dine with us?
- Well, don't ask me. Ask Pitt.

Mm.
Nephew?

I hope she's not banished
in my honor.

You know I am nothing
if not democratic.

It's no great sacrifice
in the cause of peace.

Of course,
Miss Sharp must dine with us
ifyou wish it, Aunt.

[ Whispers,
Indistinct ]
Dinner is served!

Good!
Come along, my dear.
You'll sit by me.

And after dinner,
we shall abuse the company.

Really,
the hoops she makes
us jump through.

I don't mind, Mama.
I like Miss Sharp.
Mm.

Caesar liked Brutus
and lookwhere it got him.

- [Pitt Singing Grace ]
�� All these andall Thyothergifts may--��
- Pitt!

[ Sighs ]
Amen.

Aunt Matilda,
you are the guest ofhonor.

Um, what shall we drink to?

- Better food and a warmer room.
- [Rawdon Chuckles ]

Should we not drink to peace at
last... with Napoleon safe on Elba?

To the men who put him there--
to Wellington and Nelson.

[ All Toasting ]
Wellington and Nelson.
[LadySouthdown ] Mm.

Wellington I grantyou, hmm,

but, um, it is hard
to match Nelson's heroism...

with hisprivate life.
[ Groans ]

- The life of Alexander
did not bear much scrutiny.
- [LadySouthdown ] Mm.

Is he not a hero, either?
Quite right, Miss Sharp.

And to my mind, that was
the best part of Nelson's character!

He went to the deuce for a woman.

There must be some good
in a man who'll do that.
Hmm.

I adore imprudent matches.

- Wellington and Nelson.
- [ All Toasting ] Wellington--

Mm. You set no store
by birth, then?

[Miss Crawley] Birth?
[Sputters, Laughs ]
Look at this family!

We've been
at Queen's Crawley
since Henry I I,

but not one of us here
is as clever as Miss Sharp.

- To all the King's officers!
- [ All ] All the King's officers!

The King's officers.

Mmm, lobster.

Delicious.
[ Sighs ]

Come in, mydear.
I've left mytoadies in London.

And what bores they are
downstairs.

It falls to you
to make me laugh.

She's clever enough,
isn't she, Firkin?

I think Miss seems
very clever.
Oh, yes.

If merit had its just reward,
you ought to be a duchess.

Mm.
You set no store by birth, then?

Mm.
[ Laughs ]

Silly old fool,
grabbing at my money
for her daughter's intended,

that hypocrite Pitt.

He should put down his Bible
and do the dirtywork himself.

With a decentposition,
you couldput the world on a leash.

Perhaps I'll surprise you
and run awaywith a great man.

Oh, that'd be perfect.
I love elopements.

I've set my heart on Rawdon
running awaywith someone.

A rich someone
or a poor someone?

Well, above all,
a clever someone.

He's the dearest of creatures,
but not the wisest.

[ Groaning ]

What's the matter?

Oh, it's the lobster.

They've poisoned me
with the lobster.

[ Agonized Groaning ]

[Miss Crawley's
Groans Continue ]
[ Whimpers ]

Offyou go.

Sir Pitt? Mm.

Can I not be ofanyassistance?

I-I don't think so, madam.
The doctor is with her now.

The best we can do
is pray, pray for her soul.
Mm.

And for her
hundred thousand.
Ohh.

[ Chuckling, Laughing ]

[Pitt]
Willshe live, Doctor?

Well, I've pumped her.
I've purged her.

There's nothing more I can do.

Now, it rests with the Lord.

Uh, would you like to settle
with me now, Sir Pitt?

Tomorrow,
ifyou don't mind, Doctor.

- I only pays on results.
- [ Laughing ]

[Dog Whimpers ]
How do I look?

A good deal stronger.
Theywill be disappointed.

[ Chuckles ]
Lady Southdown hovers
at the door night and noon.

"Mm-mm, I always travel
with my medicine chest.

"Can I not be of any assistance...

with my special tonics?"
[ Laughs ]

[ Whimpers ]
[ Laughing ]

[LaughterContinues ]

[Miss Crawley]
That's a dose I doubt I'd live through.

Nonsense!
It's Captain Rawdon
that needs you dead.

Lady Southdown and Mr. Pitt Crawley
want you well enough to change yourwill.

[ Laughing ]
[ Chuckling ]

Rebecca Sharp,
I've made up my mind.

You must come with me
to London.

I insist upon it,
and so does Byron.

And wewon't be gainsaid,
will we?

Butwhat could I say
to dearSir Pitt,
after all his kindness?

Oh, leave him to me.

When a man has two sons
and a rich spinster sister,

he seldom gainsays her,
my dear.

[KissingSound]

Mustyou go, Rawdon?
Uh, I-I thoughtyou might stay
for some shooting.

Oh, no. I-- I thought it best
to see them safely back home...

to, uh, Mayfair.

[ Coachman ]
Clear the way, there!

There she goes,
the best little governess
the girls ever had.

Mm, mm.
Suppose I betterwrite to
Miss Pinkerton for a replacement.

Let me, Sir Pitt.

Mm, Miss Pinkerton is an old friend,
and I should so like to be useful.

Mm.
[ Grunts ]

Meddlesome old cat.

[LadySouthdown ]
"Mydear, Miss Pinkerton, mm.

"A pupil ofyours has recently
come to mynotice, mm.

"I shouldso like to know
more ofher history.

Her name is Rebecca Sharp."

[ Whisperi ng ]
The governor wi I l m iss you.

Sir Pitt has been good to me.

Who wouldn't be?

[ Sputtering Snore ]

Apples! J uicy apples!
Come on, people!
Juicy apples!

Welcome to London.

[Man ]
Oh, goodness! Look busy.
The mistress is home!

[ Yawns ]
Here we are, my dear.

Who was that?

It's my neighbor,
the Marquess of Steyne.
Why?

No reason.

Are you going out?
I'm meeting Tarquin and Villiers.

Andthe rest ofthe chaps.

We might play some billiards.
Ah, yeah.

Lord Tarquin
and the HonorableJohn Villiers.
[ Chuckles ]

It is not done to pronounce
"the Honorable" aloud.

Well, well.
You know these things
betterthan I.

What I wonder is: Do they ask
you to their homes, these chaps?

Doyou meet their mothers
and their sisters?

Sometimes.

Becauseyou shall not want,
you know?

The British merchant's son
shan't want.

You may marrywhom you please
and keep herwell.
Father.

George is engaged.
It's understood--

Then it can be un-understood.

Don'tyou see, boy?

There's nothing you can't have
ifyou will reach for it.

Why not a viscount's daughter?
Betteryet, an earl's.

Or marry an heiress
and buy a peerage foryourself!.

You shouldn't read in a carriage.
It will makeyou sick.

Reading always makes me sick.

Who's it from?

My friend, Amelia Sedley.

I thought she might have set a date
for her marriage, but it seems not.

And who is her intended?
Captain George Osborne.

Osborne?

Any relation to the Duke of Leeds?

Oh, no, ma'am.
He's a tradesman's son.

Oh!
I know Osborne.

He's in one ofthe line regiments.
He's as green as this grass...

- and willgo to the deuce
to be seen with a lord.
- [ Laughing ]

Captain Osborne's vanity
must make him a tempting victim.

I say, Aunt. Why don't we do
Miss Sharp a favor...

and invite them over?
Ifyou think it would be amusing.

��� [ Children Singing, Indistinct]

I am glad to see
Miss Crawley knows yourworth.

As long as George knows yours.
Of course he does.

- [Becky]Shall Iplayforyou?
- Oh, thankyou, my dear.

Rawdon, will you explain
the rules of piquet to Miss Sedley?

- I've quite forgotten.
- Be careful, Amelia.

Captain Crawley
knows his cards.
I'm warned.

Oh, there are
no fortunes in piquet.

All the same, be kind to her.
She is my only friend.

Notyour only friend,
Miss Sharp.

[Miss Crawley]
Rawdon,you explain.

[Rawdon ] Now, come along.
��� [ Begins Playing ]

- You may discard up to five.
- Oh, do go away.

[ Chattering, Laughter ]

��� [ Continues ]
So, Miss Sharp.

- How do you like your new place?
- My place?

How kind ofyou to remind me.

It's quite tolerable, thankyou.

And they treat me verywell.

But then,
this is a gentleman's family...

and quite a change
from tradespeople.

You seemed to like tradespeople
well enough lastyear.

Joseph Sedley, you mean?
It's true.

Ifhe'd asked me,
I would not have said no.

��� [ Continues ]
How very obliging ofyou.

I know whatyou're thinking.

What an honor to have had you
for a brother-in-law.

Captain George Osborne,
son ofJohn Osborne, Esquire,

son of...
what was your grandfather?

Never mind.
You cannot helpyour pedigree.

��� [ Continues ]

Miss Sharp.
Come and take overfrom Rawdon.

- He's worse than useless.
- [ Chuckles ]

[ Amelia Giggling ]
Ah, 'tis true.
This is not my game.

Osborne, would you care to come
and play something a little more grown up?

��� [ Ends ]

[ Chattering ]

Bye!
[ Blows Kiss ]

Do thank
Miss Crawley for us!
Crawley. Miss Sharp.

[ Gasps ]
Areyou cross with me?

Cross? I could kiss you.

To see George Osborne fleeced
makes the perfect end to the perfect day.

Oh, dear!

I was rather hoping
the evening wasn't overyet.

Oh?

I was wondering...

ifyou might like to
show me your room.

Of course.

I'll run and ask
Miss Crawley's permission.
[ Chuckles ]

Don't joke.
[ Laughs ]

Really, Captain.

You cannot imagine I would do anything
to incuryour aunt's displeasure.

I thoughtyou and I
had an understanding.

Well, I understand this.

Two men and two men only
will enter my bed chamber--

my husband and the doctor.

[ Laughs ]

You know my heart, Becky.

You know
I'd do anything foryou.

I'm flattered.

But Aunt Tilly's
views on these things
came out ofthe Ark.

That's not how she sounds.
Oh, don't be deceived.

She talks like Oliver Cromwell
but thinks like Charles I,

and, believe me,
it's an outside wager
she'll ever change her mind.

It's lucky, then, Captain,

thatyou're a gambling man...

and no stranger
to taking a chance.

[ Chuckles ]

"Dearest Becky, a letter from Jos
arrived from India this morning...

filled with regrets
about a certain person."

Has Miss Sharp
taken to Mayfair?

[ Children Laughing]

She seems quite at home
in her new life.

[ Scoffs ]
I do not doubt it.

I had thought her
a mere social climber.

I see now
she's a mountaineer.

"I should tell him, dear Becky,

"he has missed his chance
for his goddess has acquired
other suitors.

Yourlovingfriend,
Amelia Sedley."

Aahhh.

This one's foryou.
It's from Mr. Pitt.
Read it.

"Dear Aunt,
I have both happy
and sad news to relay.

"The good news
is that I'm married.

LadyJane Sheepshanks has done me
the honor ofbecoming mywife."

Well, no great surprise there.

Well, she's a nice enough girl.

Although, I don't envy him
his mother-in-law.

What's the bad news?

"I am sorry to tell you
that my stepmother, Lady Crawley,
has gone to a better place."

After Queen's Crawley,
almost anywhere's a better place.

Come on!
The best thing foryou, my girl,
would be--

No, no. Too strict.

Hmm. Thankyou.

Madam,

would you consider, um--
[ Groans, Mutters ]

Good gracious!
Here's Sir Pitt!
Oh, my dear, I-I-I can't see him.

My mood,
my nerves won't stand it.

[SirPitt] Go away!
[Servant]
Yes, SirPitt.

Ah, good!

It's-It's not Miss Crawley
I want to see, it's you.

You have to come back
to Queen's Crawley.

You've heard my news?
Onlyjust now.

I'm very sorry.
Ifthere's anything I can do--

There is. There's plenty foryou to do.
Everything's wrong sinceyou left.

You must come back!
Well--

Marry me!

[SirPitt]
Come back as Lady Crawley,
ifyou like.

- But do come back!
- [ Gasps ]

[ Whispering, Indistinct ]

What? Oh!

- Don't leave me down here forever.
- Oh, Sir Pitt.

I can't.
Can't orwon't?

Wouldn'tyou like to be
an old man's darling?

No, Sir Pitt, I really can't.

The truth is, I'm married already.

- [ Grumbles ]
- Married?

Oh well, it was worth a try.

Well, what a chance is lost!

Never mind, my dear,
we'll set him up,
won't we, brother?

I'll buy him a shop
or commission a portrait.

Whoever he is, he and his family
arevery lucky to haveyou.

- I hopeyou think so.
- Indeed I do.

Then ifyou cannot take me
for a wife and sister,

will you not love me
as daughter and niece?

What?

Dear Sir Pitt,
dearest Miss Crawley, it's true.

I've married Rawdon.

Rawdon!

My... Rawdon?

[ Groans, Whimpers ]

Coal!
Pick 'em up, boy.

[Becky]
Look afterher, Firkin.

Poor, dear Miss Crawley.
I do worry so.

Don't waste your syrup
on me, Miss Sharp.

Just get back in the knife box
where you belong.

[Man ]
Areyou all right, Miss?
I will be ifyou're going past Baker Street.

Would that be proper, Miss?

More proper than
standing here in the street.

Now give us a hand
with the trunk.

[Raucous Laughter]

[Sighing, Gasping]
You--

We'll be in Queer Street
if she don't come round.

I'd rather be in Queer Street with you
than Park Lane with any other.

[ Both Chuckling ]

But, Rawdon, she will come round.
She said herself, she'd loveyou to elope.

It's all talk, you know.

She loves romance in her novels,
but not in her family.

Where they're concerned,
she's as snobbish as Queen Charlotte.

Well, then--

We'll have to send
an ambassador to plead our case.

Oh, yes?
Mm.

What kind of ambassador
would that be?
[ Moans ]

I'd say a very little one,

with rosy cheeks and blue eyes,

and probably not too much hair.

What?

[ Chuckles, Sighs ]
You mean--

Oh, you brilliant, darling girl.
[ Laughing ]

Well, that will mend fences
ifnothing elsewill.

Oh, Becky!

When one thinks ofhow she tended you.

And all the time--
Oh, I should have guessed that
nobody does anything for nothing.

But for a pauper's daughter,
a penniless governess,

to make offwith myRawdon.
Ohh.

[ Clucking ]
Oh, dear.

Oh, at least her motherwas a Montmorency.
I suppose we must cling to that.

Not a bit ofit. I have it
on the best authority.

Her motherwas an opera girl
in the chorus at Montmartre!

- What?
- I have it on the best authority.

Yes, yes, yes! All right!
[ Sighs, Huffs ]

Oh, verywell. I know what I must do.
[ Whimpers ]

Would you be so kind
as to bring my little desk here?

Certainly. Where is it?
Where's her little desk? I can't see it.

- It's over here.
- [ Sighs ]

- Ialmost feelsorryforpoorRawdon.
- Mm--

But I cannot let that girl
profit from her scheming.

Nor should you.

I'm glad to see that
you've changed your opinions.
Firkin.

Doyou rememberwhen
you told us all at Queen's Crawley...

[ Sighs ]
[ Chuckles ]

thatyou adored imprudent marriages?

- [ Continues Laughing ]
- Not in real life.

[ Sighs ]

[Chattering]

What doyou want?
Time, Osborne, that's what I want.

I oweyou nothing!
I will giveyou nothing!

You owe me friendship!
You have no friendship
coming from me, sir!

[ Crying Out ]
Oh!

Do we have enough ofthis china?

I t's to be a buffet and I don't
want to risk the Crown Derby.

Oh, listen to this.

" Emperor Napoleon Escapes
from Elba and Marches on Paris.

Allies Prepare for War."

- Amelia, what's the matter, dear?
- Will it affect George?

Well, he's a soldier, isn't he,
for all his swagger,

and there's more to soldiering
than gold braid and regimental dinners.

- Amelia?
- [ Sobbing ]

Amelia!
[ Clicks Tongue] Oh!

Ifshe means to be a soldier's wife,
she must learn to bear such things.

Now, I've been thinkingabout--
I must tell you.
I can put it off no longer.

We're ruined, Mary. Lost.

Everything is gone.
But we're giving a soiree.

There'll be no more soirees
or balls or dinners either.

That life, finished for us.

[ Church Bell Ringing]
Oh, my God!

The debt that finished me, the man
who tipped me into the abyss,

is none other than
George's father, John Osborne.

[ Man ]
By order ofthe trustees ofthe Sedley
Estate, this auction will now commence.

Lot 368, an inlaid ebony writing desk.

Shall we say... four guineas? Five?

Any more? Come on.
Going, going--

Sold.
[ Bangs Gavel ]

Lot 3 69.

A Clemency
Drawing Room Piano.

I sang to that.
Would you like it?

We will start at three guineas.
Four?

- Five.
- Five at the back.

- Six.
- It's Captain Dobbin.

Seven? Eight?
I know him.
He's in the Ninth.

[Auctioneer]
Nine? Ten.

Anymore?
Sold to the captain.

Lot 370.

A landscape painting signed,
"Francis Sharp, 1 80 1."

What? What's the matter?
My father painted it.

I gave it to Amelia.

- I 'll get it for you.
- Shall we say, five guineas?

Six, at the back. Seven.

Eight. Nine.

Ten. Eleven. Twelve.

Thirteen. Fourteen.

Fifteen, at the back.

Going once. Going twice--
Leave it.
I t doesn't matter.

Sold for 1 5 guineas
to the Marquess of Steyne.

Why would Lord Steyne
bother with a little auction like this?

He collects my father's works.

A true collector will go anywhere
to get what he wants.

An amboyna and rosewood
quartetto table.

- Captain Dobbin.
- Miss Sharp.

I beg your pardon,
Mrs. Crawley. Crawley.

Are you taking up
the piano, Captain?

I have a... friend who will
get some use ofit, I think.
Anymore?

- Indeed she will.
- Good day.

Going-- Sold.

Isaw Miss Sharp
at the auction this morning.

How is George?

George is well, I think. But busy.

Too busy to come here.

I'll fetch some tea.

[ Chuckles ]

When you next see him,
will you give him this?

- I painted it.
- [ Chuckles ]

It's not wrong, is it, to remind him
ofthe one who loves him most?

Of course not.

[ Gasping, Laughing ]

[ Cries Out]

Oh, lookwhat he's done!
Oh, isn't hewonderful?

I can't believe it!

Oh, thank God!
Thank God!

Mama! It's all right!

George has bought me the piano,
and he'll be here directly.

Oh, thank God!

I tell you, George, you must go to her.

She's dying.

Miss Sedley asked me to giveyou
this when I sawyou next.

For God's sake, George.
You haven't even opened it.

No need.

They're all the same.

Georgy! What areyouplaying at?
We're waiting foryou.

Good day to you, Captain Dobbin.
I'mijust leaving, sir.

Good.
There's a friend of Maria's
they want me to meet.

Ah, uh, may I present
my son, George?

This is Miss Rhoda Swartz.

Miss Rhoda was talking about Jamaica
and her sugar plantations there.

[ Chuckling ]
Although I don't remember it.

I left when I was three.

[Laughing]

Maria, may I borrowyou
for a moment, please?

Can you forgive us?

[ Clock Chiming]

[ Both Chuckling ]

Your father does not much
trouble to conceal his plans.

Which are?
For us to marry, of course.

Indeed.

Come. Sit by me.

Let us speak frankly.

My fortune is great, my birth is not.

So, I must choose
between a poor nobleman...

or a rich bourgeois like you.

Upon myword, you've
a very precise grasp ofthe matter.

[ Chuckles ]
I wouldhave likeda title.

But my guardian says,
ifyou and I combine our fortunes,

we may buy one
wheneverwe wish.

- [ Rings ]
- [Door Closes ]

I cannot believe you are
seriously suggesting Miss Swartz...

as the companion of
my heart and hearth!

Why not?

Well, to begin with,
she's not English.

Hoity-toity!
Less fastidious, ifyou please!

What's a shade or two oftawnywhen
there's half a million on the table?

Why, with that money, we'll haveyou
in the House ofLords in no time.

Just think. Dining at Kew,
dancing at Carlton House.

- And what of honor?
- Honor?

Yes. Honor.

You may buy a string of ancestors
to hang upon your walls,

but I see you have not bought
the breeding that goes with them.

- You made me give myword to Amelia.
- Be silent, sir!

You dare speak
that object's name to me?

"Dare," sir, is not a word to be
used to a captain in the British army.

For I am a gentleman,
though I am your son.

I'll saywhat I like to my own child.
And I say this:

I have not slaved for 40 years
to seeyou marry a beggar maid!

You made the match!
And I can unmake it!

You will marrywhom I say, sir.
And I sayyou will marry Miss Swartz.

Eitherthat ortakeyourpack and walk
out ofthis house without a shilling!

Do I make myself clear, sir?

As a bell, sir.

Georgy. Georgy.

��� [ Fife & Drum ]
Come on, you lads!
War is come to Europe!

[ Woman ]
My brother wants toijoin!

[ Recruiter Continues, Indistinct ]

I fyou're here to plead his case,
you've made a wasted journey.

Mr. Osborne, we're on the brink ofwar.

Should anything happen to George,
you'd never forgive yourself
ifyou hadn't parted in charity.

May I not take him
a message from you? Please.

Verywell.

Let him only come home to his old room
and things will be as theywere before.

They cannot be.

Why not, ifl say they can?
Because...

George married
Miss Sedley this morning.

I go from here to
theirwedding breakfast.

Will you not come with me?

Welcome, Mr. Sedley.
Sedley. Welcome home.

- Crawley.
- Righto.

Mrs. Crawley.
So,

have you found many changes
since your last visit from India?

Some.

And one in particular
that I regret very much.

Dobbin! Osborne!

There's news here for all of us.
It's the order for Belgium.

We embark next week.

Men need war like the soil
needs turning. I'll enjoy it!

You're surely not going
over there in your condition?

Of course I'm going!
Why should the men have all the fun?

And didn't Eleanor ofAquitaine ride
into battle pregnant and bare-breasted?

ByGad, ifthere's a woman alive
who coulddo the same, it'syou!

[Dobbin ]
Be careful ofthe model, Mrs. Crawley.

Queen Eleanor was
locked up by her husband.

And emerged from her prison
to govern England.

Bravo.
[ Becky Chuckling ]

What about you, Sedders? Will you
be joining us on our little excursion?

Ifit weren't for my duties in India,
I'd be over there like a shot.
[Laughing] Ohyes!

- [ Laughing ]
- [ Stammering ]

- I'll go.
- You cannot.

[Rawdon ] Well, whyshouldn'tshe?
She can keep Becky company.

- To victory!
- Victory!

- [ Together ] Victory!
- To victory.

We won't know anyone.
Whose fault is that?

Ifyou would only put yourself out
to be civil once in a while.

The Crawleys have been here
no longer than us, and Mrs. Crawley's
the talk ofthe town.

Is that whatyou would have me be,
the "talk ofthe town"?

��� [ Classical]

[Man ]
Here comes the famous Mrs. Crawley.

[ Woman ] Whyshe is famous
is a mystery to me.

Why does everyone receive her,
as for General Tufto?

[ Man ] He must find her
command ofFrench useful.

- [ Man #2 ] I know I should.
- A real lady wouldn't speak it half as well.

- Hush, my dear.
- Lady Darlington. Lady Bareacres.

Good evening, Mrs. Crawley.
Good evening.

You're making an exhibition ofyourself.

��� [ Continues ]

Good evening.
Good evening.

Can I leave you in charge?
I see some sheep that need shearing.

Go. You manage our income,
and I'll see toyour career.

Wait here a minute.

George, I feel-- I feel sick.

General Tufto.
Mrs. Crawley.

Can I temptyou
with some refreshment?
That would be delightful.

Mrs. Crawley.
Yes, good evening.

I hopeyour dance card
isn't quite filled yet.

- Hardly. I've just arrived.
- I am the early bird, then.

And I, presumably, the worm?

- [ General, Becky Chuckling ]
- General Tufto, this is
Captain Osborne ofthe Ninth.

That is Osborne with an "E."
Make sure you spell it right...

when you mention him
in dispatches.

If only spelling
was myforte.
[ Chuckling ]

My dear, please.
Thankyou.

[ Gagging, Vomiting ]

Would you like me to fetch you
somewater? Or a chair?

Or a doctor?

Is Amelia all right?

I expectso. Dobbin's with her.

Shouldn'tyou have more care ofher now?

You mean, now that yet another
rope has come to bind me?

[ Gasps, Sighs ]

You're not like Amelia, Mrs. Crawley.

Nothing will quench your fire.

Captain Osborne.

Will you fetch me
my shawl and my nosegay?

Of course.

I wish you'd let me come with you.
No. I mean it. Go back at once.

I'll tell Georgeyou're safe.
Don't.

It will only annoy him
that I've left the ball early.

But why did he bring you at all?

Just tell meyou're happy.

We're happy enough.

How prettily the Duchess
has arranged things.

She always does. Or don'tyou go
to her parties back in England?

No matter. We won't
know her back in London.

[ Laughing Cruelly]

���[Continues ]

[ Uproarious Laughing ]

- I seeyou've been busy.
- Very.

Osborne.
Crawley.

Ready for a hand
or two of cards?

- If Mrs. Crawley--
- Of course.

I'll leave you to it, gentlemen.

- George, don't drink anymore.
- Nonsense, Dobbs.

Come and have a drinkyourself,
and light up your lantern jaw.

��� [Bugle ]

- What's happening?
- [Rumbling]

���[Stops]

YourGrace. My lords,
ladies and gentlemen.

The enemy is past the RiverSambre
and our left is already engaged.

- We march in three hours.
- [ Cheering ]

- Becky!
- Rawdon! Rawdon!

I'm not afraid, but I'm
a big target for a shot.

And if I should go down,
I want you to know what there is.

I've had a good run here,
so you've a wad of money.

There's a horse left to sell, and...

well, those trunks
are worth 30 alone.

[Horses Neighing]

You mean, we owe 30 on them.

Yes.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, I'll wear me old uniform,
soyou can sell the new one.

What with the saddles,
guns, rings and--

and this little lot--

you'll have enough
to keepyou dry,

getyou back to London before--
I'll manage.

Won'tyou just.
[ Chuckles ]

There neverwas a woman
who could manage likeyou,
Becky Sharp.

[Man Shouting Orders,
Cannons Rumbling]

You won't do anything brave, will you?

Promise?

What?
[ Sniffling ]

Tears?

Tears from my strong little Becky?

I'm a woman in love, aren't I?

Oh, my darling.

[Cannons Firing]
Ifyou should awake
to find me dead--

Shh! [ Sobs ]

You must be sure, at least, ofthis:

thatyou are a woman
who has been truly loved.

[ Neighing ]
[Men Shouting]

S'il vous plait. Aidez-nous.

Somebody, please sell us a horse!

Mrs. Crawley! Mrs. Crawley,
over here, ifyou please!

Lady Bareacres. What a surprise.

We sent our servant to the inn
to look for a horse,

but the only one left
is Captain Crawley's.

Fancy.

- What will you take for it?
- Nothing from you, my lady.

Don't be silly, my dear.
We've always been friends, haven't we?

- No. We have not.
- Now listen to me.

You can come with us ifyou wish,
but we must, and will, have that horse!

- Hmph!
- Why couldn'tyou be civil to the woman?

Mrs. Crawley!
Mrs. Crawley, come back, please!

Mrs. Crawley! Discretion
being the betterpart ofvalor,

- I 'm afraid it is time to quit Brussels.
- Are we really losing, Lord Darlington?

They say the enemy
has broken through the lines.

Which brings me to my point.
Did you sell Lady Bareacres your horse?

Doesn't anyone love me for myself alone?

You may buy it ifyou give me
a seat in your carriage.

- Done.
- Quickly! We must get it.

- Whymustshe come with us?
- First, because I like her.

Second, she's pregnant.

Third, it's the condition
upon which she gave us the horse.

Mrs. Crawley, hurry!
We must leave now!

Now! Please!

Please! Help me!
Has anyone seen George Osborne?

One moment.

George Osborne ofthe Ninth!
Please!

Amelia! What are you doing?

You shouldn't be out here!
Come along.

Mrs. Crawley!
Come now, ifyou're coming!

Lord Darlington, is there
room for Mrs. Osborne?

Only ifyou give up your place.

Don't worry about me. I'll wait
here for George, whatever comes.

We'll meet again in London.

Well, I do hope so.
Good luck toyou.

Drive! Drive!

There must be news of my George!
[ Sobbing ]

Amelia, you must
take hold ofyourself!.

We're soldier's wives.
We live with uncertainty.

How would you feel if
you had spent last night alone...

whileyour husband danced
with anotherwoman?

Ifyou have stolen his last evening
from me, I shall neverforgiveyou!

How could you say such a thing?
I won't listen to it.

Ifyou must hearthe truth,
your George is not--

What?
My George is not what?

Is not the man to seeyou risk
your health... or his baby.

Come inside,
and we'll wait together.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Cannons Firing]

What would Miss Pinkerton
say of us now?

Two mothers-to-be
in the midst of a war.
[ Chuckles ]

Not quite what we studied
in etiquette class.
[ Cannons Booming]

Are you frightened?

Of giving birth, I mean.

Hmm. You know me.
I'm tough as a nut.

I'll probably have my baby after tea and
then dance at a ball the same evening.

I'm not frightened, either.

At least, not for myself.

As long as George's child is well.

[Dogs Barking]

��� [Bagpipes ]

[ Cheering ]

- It's the bagpipes.
- [ Cheering Continues ]

- But... that means--
- Victory.

Victory!

[ George's Voice ] "My dearest father,
though we parted in anger,

I wantyou to know I will not disgrace
you in the challenge that lies ahead."

[ Battle Cries Echoing ]

[ Amel ia Cryi ng ]

Mr. Osborne. Mr. Osborne.

Captai n Dobbin.

Rather, I beg your pardon, Major Dobbin,
since better men than you are dead...

and you've stepped
into their shoes.
Better men are dead.

I wish to speak of one.
Make it short, sir.

You are aware his widow
has been left a pauper.

I do not knowhis widow.
Norwish to.

And what ofhis child?

Will you not wish to know that?

It's just another consequence
ofGeorge's disobedience and folly.

She would have me giveyou this.
Ifit's a message from that woman,
I do not wish to read it.

It is a message from your son, sir.

She has carriedit foryou
from that dayto this.

[ George's Voice ]
"Forgive me ifyou can.

"And try to remember
your loving and grateful son.

George."
[ Sobbi ng ]
Georgy!

My boy!

[ Weepi ng ]
My darl i ng boy!

- [Amelia ] Isn't he an angel?
- [ Dobbin ]An angel.

When George died I thought,

I wi I l never have room in my heart
for anyone else.

We weren't expecting you today.

I 've come to tell you
I've put in for a transfer.

- I embark next week for Bombay.
- Bombay?

[ Sighing ]
Heavens. Why Bombay?

Because it is as faraway
from here as I could manage.

I see.

But I will resign my commission,
and I will stay in England...

- ifyou ask me to.
- If I askyou to?

I will not go ifyou tell me not to.
[BabyFussing]

You must seeJos
when you get there.

I can write toyou?
Tell you how Georgy is doing?

William, I--

I--

The agents will forward any letters.

Well, good-bye.

We'll meet again one day.

[Footsteps On Stairs ]
Good-bye.

This one here stays.

Come, come, Rawdy.
This is your new home!

[ Laughing ]

Scullery, dining room,
boudoir.

Oh!

[ Laughing ]

I'm sorry to be the bearer
of sad tidings, Colonel.

You knowhow I esteemedyouraunt.
There was no suffering.

Mr. Pitt and LadyJane looked
after her tenderly until the end.

I'll bet they did.

Right. Let me know if there's
anything more I can do foryou.

She cut me out.
[DoorClosing]

Pitt has swept the pool.

Oh, Becky,
it's you and Rawdy
I feel sorry for.

Don't.
It'll come right. You'll see.

I'm a governess, and you're a gambler.
We were never going to shoot into society.

It'll take time.

What will we eat in the meantime?

Oh, my dear, let me manage that.

We're Crawleys,
and Crawleys have credit.

You'll be surprised to see how well
we can live on practically nothing a year.

Excuse me, ma'am. Master Rawdy
has something to showyou.

What is it, Nurse?

- [ Cooing ]
- [Rawdon ] Walking!

Walking!

[ Cooing, Babbling ]

Well, ifthose aren't
the stoutest steps...

I've everseen ayoung man take.

Why, you'll be marching
to the colors in no time, my boy.

- Come!
- [ Nurse ] Yes!

Ya-ha! Rawdy!
[ Laughing ]
[ Giggling ]

How are you today, my boy? Huh?
Fine, sir.

Good. Here we go.

- Yes?
- Areyou a soldier, sir?

Yes, my boy. I am.

My papa was a soldier, sir.
He fell at Waterloo.

I'm sorry to hear that.
What was his name?

Captain George Osborne,
sir, ofthe Ninth.

Oh, but I knew him well.

[Chattering, Laughing]

Stop!

What's the matterwith you?

Nothing.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Maria.
Out with it.

It's just that I was driving in
the park the other day, and--

And?
And, and, and, and, and?

[ Cries ]
Father. I saw little George.

He was with Mr. Sedley,

and I knew him at once.

He's as beautiful as an angel.

And-- And so like him.

[ Sobs ]

Dash it, Becky.

Is this really the best we can manage?

There's my desk. Here's the key.

Ifyou can find a spare penny piece
in it, I'll take my hat offtoyou.

Unless you mean for once
to make a contribution.

[Knocking]
[ Spits ]

The whole animal
was made ofscrag end!

If only the butcher didn't want
to be paid. How can he be so selfish?

[CommotionAt Door]
Don't be hard on me, old girl.

[Man Talking, Indistinct]
I've hada run ofbad luck.

Things'll get better.

[ Scoffs ]
[Footsteps ]

That Mr. Moss is here.
I've brought him up.

Take him back down again,
damn you. Until we've finished eating!

- Rawdon, please.
- Needs must, Colonel.

And I hope you've got
good news for me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Moss,
but we're not magicians.

We can't giveyou the money
ifwe haven't got it.

Why not? You can spend it
when you haven't got it.

Oh, you're wasted as a bailiff.
You should write for the stage.

[ Chuckles ]
And you should go on it.
You're a good enough actress.

That is enough! We cannot pay it,
and there it is. Now get out.

All right, I'll go.
But I'll be back.

Clear the way there!

[ Laughing ]
Get out ofthe way!

Is this reallyyour home then?

Yes, it is.

How is such a thing possible?
What doyou wantwith me, sir?

I have a proposal to put toyou.

Why doyou do that, Mama?
It is so degrading.

I do it sowe can eat.
Hunger is degrading too.

That is ourfood, Georgy!
It is not a toy!

I hate our food.
And I have no toys.

None that I want anyway.

How can you be so cruel?

Cruel?

When he might have had
the finest education money could buy.

When he could have been
as rich as a lord.

Andhis own mother
steals his future...

because she wants to
tuck him up in bed.

"A mother's love is worth
more than palaces in Mayfair."

Do you not remember
what Major Dobbin wrote?

- Pray don't talk about Major Dobbin.
- Why not?

What's the point,
now he's engaged?

What?

Oh, didn'tyou read Joseph's letter?

[Dobbin ]
"Howareyou, mydearAmelia?

"And how is all your little family?

"Ifyou did but know how brightly
your image burns for me...

"andhow I dream ofyou
and Georgyhand-in-hand.

[ Chattering In Native Language ]

"Every detail ofyour dailylife
is precious to me...

as I sit and write
beneath the Indian sun."

[Amelia's Voice ]
"Dear William.

"Thankyou foryour letter
which took three months to reach me...
[ Georgy] Mother?

but was very welcome when it did."

Mother, what are you doi ng here?
I was com i ng to see you on Saturday.

[Amelia's Voice ]
"Georgy is in good health...
I made Georgy some shirts.

and living with his grandfather."
I was going to leave them for him.

Oh, Mother. I couldn't wear
your funny old shirts now.

Good day to you, madam.
Come along, Georgy.

You are silly, Mama.

- Silly old Mama!
- [Amelia's Voice ]
"I am persuadedit is better.

So, forhis sake, I must submit."

Listen, Dobbs, ifyou'd rather
leave it for some other time,
I can easily find someone else.

No. No, no, I'm coming.

[Amelia's Voice ] "I confess
it was with quite a pang that I read
Joseph's news ofyour engagement."

What?

Dobbs, I can't breathe!

Good Lord, Dobbs.
Have you lostyour mind altogether?

I t's ti me I returned to England.

[ Bird Warbling]

[ Glass Clinking]

Here's your medicine, Sir Pitt.

Take it away. There's no medicine
can cure what ails me.

I'm dying, Horrocks.
This is the end.
Oh, come, Sir Pitt.

Shall I fetch Mr. Pitt?
Or the doctor?

Or the lawyer?
[ Chuckles ]

That's the question, Horrocks.

[ Coughs ]
Pitt's had Tilly's money.

[ Clears Throat ]
Shall he have mine too?

Or should it go to Rawdon? Hmm?

And foxy little Becky?

I can fetch the lawyer
ifyou want me to, sir.
[ Coughing ]

Uh? Oh, no.

No. Let Pitt have it all. Yeah.

He's a pompous beggar,

but he'll keep
this old place together.

[ Coughing ]

[ Panting ]

[Bells Chiming]

And your piano practice?
I hopeyou've not been neglecting it.

No, Miss-- I mean Mrs. Crawley.

I'm glad to hear it.
You must play for me.

And, Rose,
what is your best subject?
French.

No airs. No bid to bury
her governess's past.

You cannot dislike her for that, surely?

No. I agree.
Not for that.

Uh, Rawdon, after luncheon,

perhaps you'd like to see my pamphlet
on the emancipation issue?
Oh, God, help me.

Uh, Mrs., uh, Crawley,

when you told Miss Crawley
thatyour mother
was a Montmorency--

I never said that. I spoke once
ofthe Montmorencys, but that's all.

She must have misunderstood me.
My mother sang opera.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

What shall we do after luncheon?

Well, we are in mourning.
Uh, uh,yes.

Y-You are right to say so,

but I don't think my father's death
should banish all social converse.

Then what I should like to do best
would be to play something
with our little boys.

Little Pitt has not been well.

W-Well, I gave Little Pitt
some tonic before lunch.

- I remember howyour medicines
helped poor Miss Crawley.
- Mm.

Well--
[ Clears Throat]

I-- We--

We're all, uh, family here,
so I-I feel we may speak openly.

I-I hope, um, Aunt Matilda's
final disposition...

h-h-has not--

Miss Crawley gave me the most
wonderful husband in the world.

How could I be angry with her?

I'm glad her fortune will restore
the glory ofthis place and this family,

ofwhich I'm proud to be a member.

Ohh.

It is we Crawleys, madam,
who are the gainers byyour marriage.

- Thankyou.
- Mm.

Bye, Rawdy!

Bye, Auntie Becky!

Bye, Uncle Rawdon! Bye!

I like Aunt Jane.
Don't you, Papa?

I do. Pitt's lucky there.
She's kind and good.

I could be good on 5,000 a year.

Oh, do you not care for her, then?

What does that matter?
Don'tyou see what this means?

We're back in the family.
At long last we've begun.

Careful ofthat table now.
That's valuable, that is.

[Horse Whinnying]

Excuse me!
What are you doing?
What are you doing?

I told you I'd be back, lady.
Here, look, you'd better wrap up
that cooker glass.

No! How dare you try and bring out
my things on the street!
Here, let me have that!

I'll call the constable!
You can call the King for all I care!

Give it back to me!
I'm takin' it!
You're not having this!

Give it to me!
I wonder ifl might be ofsome help.

A pleasure doing business.

Just go.

[DoorCloses]

We meet at last.

I knowyou, Lord Steyne,
you do not know me.

You will have forgotten, butyou were
kind to my father once, manyyears ago.

I am seldom praised for--
for being kind.
What was his name?

Francis Sharp.

You are Francis Sharp's daughter?

He had a great talent
for painting, as I recall,

and none at all for life.

I'm attempting to redress that balance.
It is my challenge.

I'vewatched you in the lists.
I wish you luck.

It willnot be easy.

Of course, it's the women
who keep the doors of society closed.

They do not like outsiders to discover
that there's nothing behind them.

Should you like to come
to Gaunt House?

Very much, my lord.

You will be bored there.

Mywife is as gay as Lady Macbeth...

and my daughters-in-law
as cheerful as Goneril and Regan.

Theywill bullyyou and snubyou
and patronizeyou.

But that's whatyou want, I suppose.

It is.

You should take this.

You don'twant him
back tomorrow.

��� [ Humming ]

You're playing with fire, Becky.
Dearest, be reasonable.

You can pander all you like
to the great and the good.

We're not their type,
neverwill be.
Of course we are.

You have the best blood in England
in yourveins if onlyyou'd use it.
[ Chuckles ]

You know,
Lord Steyne's planning a dinner
next weekwith the Minister ofWar.

He promises to talk
of nothing butyou.

The cards are in your hand, darling.

Must I showyou how to playthem?

So nowyou are to instruct me
in games of chance?

I justwantyou to think
on thewinnings.

Oh, I knowwhatwe have towin.
I'm just afraid ofwhatwe might lose.

You're taking favors
from a tiger, Becky.

I'm not afraid.

Keepyour eyes open.

���[BeckySinging Opera ]

��� [Becky Continues ]

[ Clears Throat ]

��� [ Continues ]

�� Come with me ��

�� And we will go ���

��� [Fades ]

[ Horse Whinnies ]

Must I repeat myself?
You will write a card to
Colonel and Mrs. Crawley.

But Blanche writes them.

Not this time, I don't.

Lady Steyne, I cannot believe...

that I am compelled
to issue a request three times.

I will write it.

Then I will not be present.
I will go home.

Good! Stay there!

Let me be free of
your damned tragedyairs!

Who areyou to give orders?

You're here to have children
and you're barren!

Myson is sick ofyou!
There's no one in the house
that doesn't wish you dead!

[ Sighs ]

[ Chuckling ]
Besides, what's the matter
with Mrs. Crawley?

- [ Scoffs ]
- She's not well born, it's true,

but she's no worse than
Fanny's illustrious ancestor,
the first de la Jones.

- The money I brought to this family, sir--
- Purchased my second son as a husband...

whom the whole world
knows is mad.

Enough.

This is my house.

If I invite the trash from every prison
and brothel in London,

you will receive them
and you'll make them welcome.

[ Chattering]

[ Chattering ]

Remember. You have no friends
beyond this door.

Lady Bareacres, what did you
make ofthe new Figaro?
I thought it was quite interesting.

I hearyou sing
and play beautifully,
Mrs. Crawley.

I wish you'd sing for me.
It would be my pleasure.

[ Whispering, Indistinct]

What areyou doing?
I've seen enough cruelty
in this house towant to inflict it.

"Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal."

��� [ Piano]

�� Now sleeps the crimson petal ��

�� Now thewhite ��

�� Norwaves the cypress
in the palacewalk��

�� Norwinks the gold fin
in the porphyryfont ��

��The fireflywakens ��

��Waken thou with me ��

�� Now droops the milkwhite peacock��

�� Like a ghost ��

�� And like a ghost
she glimmers on to me ��

�� Nowlies the Earth
all Danae to the stars ��

�� Andall thyheart lies open unto me ��

��� [Piano Continues ]

�� Now folds the lily
all her sweetness up ��

�� And slips into the bosom of the lake ��

�� So fold thyself, my dearest, thou��

�� And slip ��

�� I nto my bosom ��

�� And be lost ��

�� I n me ���

[ Clapping]
[Man ]
Bravo. Bravo.

You are through the door.

That boy ofyours,
when does he go away to school?

Oh, when he's older, I suppose.

No, no. He must learn to stand
on his own two feet at once.

Miss that lesson in childhood
and you'll miss it all your life.

Well, I'm not sure Rawdon
could spare him yet.
And he's very spirited.

I shall arrange it.

No need to thank me.

Perhaps then we could
see a little more of each other.

Aren'tyou forgetting my husband?

I never forget anything,
Mrs. Crawley.

Least of all an unpaid debt.

[Man ]
She hasn't been at all well, has she?

[ Chattering]

Must I go?
Must I really?

Can't I stay
if I promise to be good?

It won't be for long, old chap.
Yes, it will.

Come here.

It's time, darling.

Bye.

[ Sighs ]

���[Drumroll]

[Man ]
Tonight, LordSteyne will unveil
his mysteryperformance...

directed byhimself
andperformed by the Duchess ofLancaster,

the Countess ofSlingstone
and other great ladies
ofhis lordship's acquaintance.

Your Maijesty, my lords,
ladies and gentlemen, please be seated.

The entertai nment is about to begi n.

What has Steyne got planned,
Lady Steyne?
I wish I knew.

[ Gasps And Chuckling ]
[Man ]
Extraordinary.

- Steyne the Pasha and his nautch girls.
- I give you the ballet Zirnana.

��� [ Middle Eastern ]

[ Men Singing in Native Language ]

I t's Mrs. Crawley.

- ��� [ Stops ]
- Wel I done, al l.

[ Man ]
Bravo! Bravo!

[ Man #2 ]
Extraordinary.

Yes.
[ Man #3 ]
Bravo!

Ah, Mrs. Crawley.

T o the victor the spoils.

You have carried off
our hearts in triumph.

If that is so, Your Majesty,

then you may rest easy
that your heart will be
well looked after.

[ Chuckling ]

That is a relief, for it has been
bruised in its time.

You must tell me at dinner
howyou mean to treat it.

You will sit next to me.

Precedence would make that
a little difficult, sir.

Iam the King, LadyGaunt.
I conferprecedence.

Well, are you happy?

I said that I would make you
queen ofthe night and I have.

I'm certainly grateful, my lord.
But not happy?

Well, which of us is happy?

Notyou? Surelyyou take
pleasure in your pictures.
Yes.

I can hide behind them.
You, my lord, hide from what?

From the simple truth that is known
to every shepherd and footman--

that the onlything ofvalue
in this life is to love...

and be loved.

I've hidden from it because
I didn't think that I would ever find it.

Now I believe I have.

You jest with me, my lord.

I make a poor companion with
the splendors that surround you.

The chiefadvantage
ofbeing born into society...

is that one learns early
what a tawdry puppet play it is.

You rememberthe child
who set a high price on this picture...

before she could bear to see it go?

Not high enough.

The trouble is, Mrs. Crawley,
you've taken the goods.

It's too late to query the price.

Colonel Crawley.

May I walkwith you?

By all means, Wenham.

Good evening, Colonel.
Oh, Lord!

It's a small thing, Colonel.
$1 65 you owe Mr. Nathan.

ForGod's sake, Wenham, lendme 100.
I have 70 at home.

I'm sorry. I don't have $1 0
in the whole world,
my dear fellow.

Don't worry.
Mr. Moss will take good care
ofyou, won't you, Mr. Moss?

I run the most comfortable
debtor's prison in London.
Come on.

Unhand me!
[ Whinnies ]

Good night.

[Keys Clanging]

You sure I can't get
you anything, Colonel?

Mywife will be here
at any moment.

Ifyou say so, sir.
Ring the bell when you
want something.

- You did deliver my letter, yes?
- I delivered it myself, sir.

Is there no one else
I might call on?

My brother, I suppose.

But I hardly like to trouble him
when I know that Beckywill be
on herway before too long.

Even so, sir.

[Squeaking, Door Closes ]

Poor Rawdon. He's in prison.

I know.
I'll send my man Wenham
with the bail tomorrow.

One night won't kill him.

Heaven knows
he's on familiar territory.

[Lock Unlocking]

Oh, Becky. Thank God.

It is I, Rawdon. It's Jane.

Whenyournote came, I readit.

I've paid Mr. Moss.

This is no place for a woman like you.

Youshouldnot have come here.
I'm not worth it.

Yes, you are.
You are worth it.

I want to change,Jane.

I mean to make a different life
for Rawdy and I.

At least I mean to try.
Then you will succeed.

Now, get your things
and I'll takeyou home.

I must apologize...

for my excessive zeal.

You need no forgiveness from me.

Oh, but I do.
I need your forgiveness.

And your love.

Suppose mywish is to finish now,
if I ask no other favor?

You've had yourwishes,
Mrs. Crawley.

[ Moans ]

Crawley. What keptyou?

Nothing happened, Rawdon.
I beg you to believe me.
I'm innocent.

What areyou two scheming about?
Tell him I'm innocent.

You, innocent?
When my money has bought
every trinket on your body?

Let me pass, sir.
You cowardly, villainous liar!

Rawdon! Rawdon, don't!
What areyou doing?

Come here!

Take offthat necklace.

Now get out!

Open it! Open it.

I want to know
ifyou or he are lying.
Open it!

A thousand pounds.

You might have spared me
a hundred, Becky.

I always shared with you.

Rawdon! Rawdon, wait!

Please! Forgive me.

Wait! Wait!

I made a grave mistake.
I'm sorry.

You cannot know
the journey that I have made.

Oh, I should.
I traveled with you.

Not from the beginning.

Please, Rawdon.

In myway, I've loved you.

Then that is your misfortune.
Good-bye, Rebecca.

[DoorSlams Shut]
[ Sobbing ]

[ Screams ]

"Following the premature death
ofHis Excellency,
the Governor ofCoventry Island,

"we hear the post is to be offered to
the distinguished veteran ofWaterloo,

Colonel Rawdon Crawley."

Well, this is excellent.

[ Scoffs ]
Excellent be damned!

The place is a graveyard,
and it is Steyne who sends me to it.

[ Sighs ]
Well, whatever the reason,

this is a chance
and you must take it.

[RoosterCrowing]

[Man ]
Goodboy. Steadynow.

My life has not been much.

Everything I've touched
has turned to dust,

except that boy.

Would you take care ofhim for me?

Rawdon, I promise you
I will love him as my own.

I do already.

God bless you.

Brother.

[ Sobbing ]

[Men Chanting]

[ Chattering]

Him.

Who? Who said that?

Of course.

Madame de Crawley.

[ Clears Throat ]
Off to work.

Place your bets.

[ Speaking French ]

I'm sorry, I don't speak--
Is this your first time in the casino?

And if it is?
You must use
your beginner's luckwisely.

The chance will not come again.

George. What would Amelia say
if she knew you were here?

Not now, Dobbin.
May I present--

But I know the majorverywell.

Mrs. Crawley.

Don't tell me it is
the infamous Mrs. Crawley.
George.

It is, sir. Soyour mother must
be traveling on the continent.

Your grandfather
forgave her in the end?

He did, God bless him.
He left herwell provided for.

We've been traveling
with my mother's friend.

Alas, Major Dobbin,
areyou still only her friend?

Come.

You must see Mama.
Come tomorrow.

We're at the Erbprinz Hotel.

She won't want to be disturbed.

Major Dobbin, I don't
rememberyou for a tease.

I would love to.
Tell her I'll be there
in the morning.

You must have known my father.

Doyou think I'm like him?

Very.

It is notyour place
to issue invitations.
But ifshe's an old friend--

She's an old acquaintance.
It's not the same.
Your motherwon't wish to see her.

Of course I want to see her.

Becky. How could I not?

That little devil brings mischief
wherever she goes.
She killed her husband.

[ Chuckles ]
He died oftropical fever.

You can hardly lay that at her door.
Can't I?

They took her son from her.

Rubbish.
Rawdon took the boy away
because cats are better mothers.

And what do you know of motherhood?
You have no child.

Don't I know it?

And if I have any authority
in this house--

Authority?

You have none, sir.

Who do you thinkyou are?
My father?

Myhusband?

You're right.

I know whatyourheart
is capable of.

It can cling faithfully
to a misty memory
and cherish a dream,

but it cannot recognize
or return a love like mine.

- I -I have been your friend.
- No.

You have allowed me
to be your friend.

We have spent enough ofourlives
at this play, Amelia.

Let this end.

We are both weary of it.

When his cousin died, I knew
Rawdy would spend his life
at Queen's Crawley.

He belongs there.

But you must see him.

Why don'tyou?
Does LadyJane prevent it?

No.Jane would not
keep me from him.

But Rawdy has
become a great man.

I love him and I wish him well,
but my place is no longerwith him.

Tell me, how is Major Dobbin?

I passed him as I came here,
looking veryfierce.

[ Chuckles ]

We have fallen out.
Over me?

Overyou, yes,
but over other things as well.

Amelia Osborne, you're a damn fool.

He isyour dearest friend.

It matters not what he thinks of me.
You should go and fetch him.

I cannot, Rebecca.
You don't know what lies between us.
I do.

Ever since I saw him buy that piano,
I've known how it stood between you.

That was George.
It was Dobbin.

- I saw him with my own eyes.
- George loved me.

George Osborne loved
no one but himself.

He'd have jilted you but for Dobbin
and left you ifhe'd lived.

Stop! Silence.

Dobbin was right.

Whereveryou go, you trail wickedness
and heartache in yourwake.

I came prepared for this.
George gave this to me at
the Duchess of Richmond's Ball.

Whatever it is, I will not read it.

"My darling, Becky, won'tyou save me
from a life of dreary toil?

Flywith me.
We will dance ourway
across Europe. Your George."

That is the man you have
made your life a shrine to.

I've been a fool.

We have all been fools.

Butyou maystill
remedyyourfolly. Go!

Hurry.
In the back.

Wait! Wait!

[ Chattering, Laughing]

My Angel, take compassion upon us.

Dine with Fritz and me at the inn
in the park. We'll die ifyou don't.

T omorrow maybe.
Ask me agai n tomorrow.

T oday I 'm a I ittle tired.

[Joseph ]
I'm looking for a Madame de Crawley.

Can you tell me
where I might find her?

Mr. Sedley?

Mr. Joseph Sedley?

What are you doing in Germany?

By Jove.
Have I found you?

Amelia said you were here.

Is it truly the beautiful Mrs. Crawley?

I'm on myway back to India.

India.

Mygad, Mrs. Crawley.
What a turn up.

I do hope that traveling
will not tire you.
Oh, no, Mr. Sedley.

You know I love to visit new places.

��� [Man Singing In Native Language ]

��� [Singing Continues ]

It's so beautiful.

��� [Singing Continues ]

��� [ Ends ]